#someone said he'd probably think sex was just kissing... EXCUSE ME

[thatonebipotato]

apparently people are already starting to babify Simon P again,,

that is an almost 60 year old man who lived through an apocalypse and the trauma of being suppressed in his own mind for almost a thousand years, who then had to be thrown into the future where he lost his lover and was left to struggle in an unfamiliar environment while he grappled with whether or not being present in time and sane was even worth it

what do you mEAN

[svnnysidez]

anton nsfw alphabet

minors dni

a=aftercare: hes so sweet, gives you kisses and cuddles, cleans you up a little bit but not anything big, just gets some tissues but he loves after sex cuddles

b=body part: his favorite body part on himself is probably his height (ik its not like a part stfu) he loves the size difference between himself and you. his favorite body part on you is probably your neck, his head is always burried in your neck giving you kisses and sucking hickies 🤭

c=cum: he just loves to cum. thats it thats the tweet/hj. hes just so happy to have someone that loves him enough to be this vulnerable with him and he cant hold himself back from cumming he feels like hes gonna cum his pants whenever he sees ur pretty tits 😣

d=dirty secret: he wants to ask one of the guys (preferably wonbin or sohee bcs they wouldnt make fun of him) to have a threesome with you and him because he thinks ur too pretty to just have you to himself, he wants to see how good his members can fuck you

e=experience: he wasnt very experienced before you, you were probably his first or second, but you helped teach him how to touch you nice and good to make you finish

f=favorite position: probably just missionary, he loves being on top of you and seeing how tiny you are compared to him, also loves burrying his face into your neck. if he wanted to switch it up he'd probably let you ride him

g=goofy: probably 50/50 hes honestly too busy whimpering to be funny

h=hair: anton strikes me as the type to be basically fully shaved, he just doesnt like how the hair looks on him

i=intimacy: he doesnt strike me as the type to have fast/rough sex, sure if he has some like pent up anger he will fuck you but if its just a normal tuesday he likes to have slower sex, but if you asked him to be rougher he will oblige

j=jack off: anton was so scared to ask you for sex during your relationship, yall would be making out and he'd pop a boner and he'd excuse himself to the bathroom and rub one out (which was very apparent to you because the walls were thin and you could hear him moaning) but now that you guys actually have sex he doesnt really masterbate anymore, only if hes away from you for a long time

k=kink: he def has a size kink, watching how ur belly buldges when he bottoms out inside of you turns him on so so much he could just cum right then and there tbh

l=location: he just likes the bed, nothing crazy, sometimes the shower if you ask him to shower with you

m=motivation: bro gets turned on by everything and anything, the slightest touch to him hes on the verge of getting bricked. but its only for you, you make him feel such a special way the no one else could 🥰🥲

n=no: just anything thats hurting you, sure he might accidentally hurt you with his dick and being too eager but he always feels so bad. he could never hurt you on purpose 💔

o=oral: anton is a MUNCH and i stand by that, he LOVEEESSSS eating pussy so much. he gets sooo pussy drunk when hes between ur legs omg. when you first asked him to eat u out he was very skeptical, now he basically claws at ur pants to get them off so he can eat you nice and good like u deserve

p=pace: like i said earlier he enjoys slow sex a lot more then rough/fast sex. he will go fast/rough if you ask him to, he just probably wont last as long 😣

q=quickie: hes iffy on them, doesnt really enjoy them bcs he likes to take his time with you. but if you have limited time to have sex he will have one just wont be very happy abt it

r=risks: doesnt really take risks, he knows what works and he sticks to it

s=stamina: he does not have a very high stamina, can probably go for at the very most 3 rounds and even by then hes like dying

t=toys: you have a viberator that you've integrated into your sex and he has a cock ring 😵‍💫

u=unfair: he doesnt really tease, like ever. if anything you tease him more then he teases you

v=volume: oh hes a whimperer his sounds are so freaking pretty. whispering into your ear how good you make him feel and how pretty you are

w=wild card: he loves when you mark him up, leaving hickies on his neck, scratching his shoulders and back. he takes it like a trophy. whenever hes changing around the guys and they see the marks they always call them out and he just smiles like a dummy recalling the things he did the night before to recive said marks

x=xray: oh anton is packing, its like 7 1/2"-8" and like the perfect girth. he didnt realize how big he actually was until the two of you had sex for the first time and your jaw was basically on the floor from how big he was like how tf is that supposed to go into my vagina

y=yearing: 24/7 hes thinking of it, how good ur cunt is and how when he gets home he wants to make you feel so good and bury himself into ur cunt

z=zzz: he falls asleep so fast, he gets the tissues to clean you up, and then he gives you a few kisses and as soon as hes cuddling with you he passes out

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[mypoisonedvine]

32:"I wish they could all know about us." 48:"there's no way that was just a one-night thing." 54:"just one more kiss?" With Thomas Shelby, Raymond Leon or Ernst Schmidt

-❄

oh my gosh I've been wanting an excuse to write for ernst for ages!

warnings: smut (18+ only!!), secret relationship, semi-public sex, a bit of marking kink?, cocky lil shit ernst with a fluffy side

100 random prompts - send me a number and a character!

You could feel his eyes on you as you worked-- it was distracting, even though you were pretending to ignore it, and you had to put all your energy into looking like you were actually being productive so he wouldn't interrupt you.

Which, a few minutes of silence later, he did anyways. "So, are we going to talk about it, or--?"

"No," you said firmly.

"O-okay," he agreed, looking back at his own work.

That silence only lasted for about ten seconds.

"I want to talk about it," he announced.

"I don't care," you frowned, turning to face him, "we said we wouldn't talk about it. There's nothing to talk about."

"Nothing?" he repeated with a scoff. "That's what it meant to you, nothing?!"

"No, I didn't say that, of course it meant something, I just--" you began, but stopped yourself when you realized what you were doing, and he smiled proudly.

"See? See what I did there? I made you talk about it," he explained smugly, "and now we're talking about it. Was that so hard?"

You wondered if he meant to say that-- to say exactly what he'd said to you two nights ago. Of course, he'd said it pretty differently then: he'd told you he was going to make you come a third time, and you swore up and down you couldn't do it again-- but then after a few minutes you were clawing helplessly at the sheets under you, sobbing his name, shaking all over. Was that so hard? he'd asked you, mocking how quickly you'd fallen apart for him.

So, yes, your heart sort of skipped a beat when he said that, and your thighs pressed against each other-- he noticed, clearly, since he glanced down at your legs and back up at you with a smile, but thankfully he didn't call you out.

"We can talk about it," you offered, making him perk up, "later."

He sighed again. "And how am I supposed to be productive when all I can think about is this conversation in the indefinite future?"

You rolled your eyes. "I don't know-- just figure it out, okay! We can't talk here, in case someone comes in..."

His eyebrow raised. "So that's what you're afraid of, then. Of anyone finding out."

"W-well, yeah, of course," you replied. "It would make everything so much more... complicated. And I'd never hear the end of it-- and think of how hard I work to be taken seriously around here. Can you imagine if some of those guys knew about it? They'd probably think I only became an engineer to sleep around-- or think they have a chance with me, too. I just can't handle that right now."

He nodded, stepping a bit closer to you. "You're right. I hate that you're right, but you're right."

"It's not that I'm... ashamed of it-- or of you," you offered, lowering your voice a bit. "You understand, right?"

He reached forward, a hand resting on your waist which made your heart skip again-- the way he'd held you that night, keeping you pressed up against him, touching you everywhere he could reach-- "Of course I understand," he said, breaking you out of the memory. "It's just a shame... I wish they could all know about us."

You looked up at him, smirking a bit. "Us?" you repeated. "Who said anything about us? We just hooked up one time, that's it."

His hand slid up from your waist to your back, pulling you into him. You knew you should push him away-- you had your hands on his chest, prepared to if you heard anyone coming by-- but you were too caught up in the warmth of him, the smell of his cologne, the way he was looking at you right then. "There's no way that was just a one-night thing," he said, almost a hint of anger in his voice-- of incredulousness, that you could even suggest that. "You were there, you know what it was like."

"What was it like?" you challenged.

"Perfect," he answered instantly, making your face heat up.

"Well, I don't know about that," you hummed, "there was that time where I accidentally kicked you. Or the part when you stopped for water and totally spilled it all over your bed."

"No, that was all perfect, too," he decided.

"You didn't mind sleeping on a wet patch?"

"Darling, you'd already made one."

You choked on your own throat, looking away to try to collect yourself. He smiled and used the opportunity to hook a finger into the neckline of your uniform, tugging it down a bit and humming proudly.

"My mark is still there," he noticed. "You're welcome, by the way-- for only leaving them where no one would see."

"No, there was one here," you corrected, placing your finger on a certain place on your neck, "I covered it with makeup."

"Oh! Impressive," he nodded, "I wouldn't have noticed-- right here, you said?"

His finger traced the place, and you nodded.

"Hmm, this spot right here?" he repeated, voice softer, moving closer.

Your eyes fell shut as he latched his lips onto it again, you mouth falling into a quiet sigh. "E-Ernst, I told you, we can't--"

You cut yourself off with a whine as he grabbed your hips, guiding you back to sit up on the console; your legs instinctively wrapped around him as his teeth grazed your pulse again, and he growled quietly.

"What if someone c-comes in, and sees us?" you panted, holding tight onto his shoulders.

"Let them," he purred. "They'd have to see it to believe it, anyways: how beautiful you look like this... how easily you give in to me..."

"Fuck," you whimpered, your back arching when his tongue traced a line up your neck.

"I still can't believe it," he continued, "everything you let me do to you, how perfect you feel inside. It's like you were made to take me."

"God damn it, Schmidt, don't talk like that," you hissed, using a commanding tone that he was much more familiar with from you.

"Are you getting bossy now?" he noticed with a grin, pulling back to look at your face. "I don't mind. You can tell me what to do."

Your heart pounded but your brain, finally, took control. "Fine, here's what you should do: stop. Before we do something really, really fucking stupid."

He smiled a bit, and nodded. "Okay-- you're right. We shouldn't."

You sighed with relief, and he pulled back slightly, though not enough to let you get off of the console.

"But before we stop, just one more kiss?" he pleaded, giving you those cute puppy eyes you couldn't resist.

"Sure," you agreed, smiling as he leaned in closer-- but he stopped, and his hands were suddenly opening your uniform's belt. "Wh-what are you--?"

"Sorry, darling," he winked, "but you didn't specify where to kiss you. So I chose myself."

Your head fell back with a sigh as he sunk to his knees in front of you. "F-fuck, Ernst, you can't be serious-- if someone saw us--"

"Don't worry," he purred as he started to tug your trousers down, "if this goes anything like last time, it shouldn't take me very long."

[you-can-call-me-fangs]

Maybe some nsfw hc with angel or aki form chainsaw man? I haven’t seen you write anything for them so idk if you do write for aki and angel. Top Male reader pls.

-🧀anon

Sorry this took so long to get around to besides me just being lazy as shit it also takes me like three days to make a post after I'm done doing drafts, re-reading, finalising, etc. but whatevs enough excuses! I hope you still enjoy! 💙💙

Angel and Aki NSFW Headcannons

Contains: manhandling/borderline dub-con, belly bulging, mention of mirror sex, exhibitionism/chance of getting caught, Aki being touch starved?

° I wish I could have more nsfw headcannons for these pretty boys but I can't help but see them as vanilla as fuck, but they've still got some things that they like to do and that turn them on

° Angel likes it if his partner is bigger than him (which luckily for him is most people)

° This leads to Angel really being into being manhandled, like full on pick him up and throw him on the bed

° Angel is really into you forcing him to do things in whichever way you see fit, whether it be forcing his head up and down on your cock grabbing onto his hair while you do so, or using him as a glorified fleshlight by just holding onto his waist and forcing his body to move in any way you want on your dick

° Pretty much anything else you could think of that forces Angel to pleasure you in some way where you have all the control and there's nothing he can do about it he's probably down for it

° Angel especially loves positions where you have to pick him up and hold him in place, lifting his legs up wrapping them around your waist and fucking him like that? mmm✨delicious✨

° You can definitely expect some belly bulging with this one (maaaybe Angel wouldn't mind if you spread him out in front of a mirror so he could see the bulge you were making in his stomach too...just a thought 👀)

° Angel likes to be tied up

° I don't know why, I guess I just like the thought of Angel being tied up, whenever I think of him in shibari he's just so cute~

° Angel doesn't mind loves getting called pretty boy AND pretty girl

° I like to think that Angel, as a devil, doesn't care too much about gender or presenting as one particular gender so using either or works for him, so please don't hesitate to call him a good girl as you fuck him against the wall

° In between Angel's moans you can hear him cursing in a foreign language, probably latin

° I know I said Angel is pretty vanilla but just because of his nature as a demon I could imagine he's seen and/or is into some pretty freaky stuff that he'll want to divulge in with you in from time to time, but he doesn't want it to become a staple, Angel believes that sex should be quick and easy why complicate it with all the extra kinky stuff?

° Speaking of quick and easy I believe with my whole chest that Aki is into quickies

° Honestly just the thought of you pulling him into some unused office at work bending him over the table and taking him right there and then turns him on enough, imagine if you actually did it? He'd be over the moon

° Aki won't tell you this but he does get off on almost getting caught or being right out of sight or ear shot of someone seeing or hearing you both

° Aki's moans are pretty damn loud and noticeable he tries to hold them back but he's terrible at it, if you two did decide to do it in public somewhere it would be very ovbious what you were doing even if it was behind closed doors

° Two words (well maybe three): Househusband Aki. Need I say more

° Aki really enjoys foreplay, he likes having and knowing that all your attention is on him even if that sounds a little selfish to him

° Having your hands all over his body as you prep him, fingering him, playing with his nipples, kissing him, it doesn't matter

° Pretty much any sort of touch between the two of you is nice for Aki it's reassuring and comforting to him, he's a bit of a softie in the bedroom because of this, he doesn't like to be all rough and forced like Angel

° Aftercare with Aki is spectacular, you already know he's super sweet about it

° He gets both of you all cleaned up afterwards, taking a shower telling you how good you made him feel, rubbing, massaging, cuddling, you name it your doing it!

° Aki for sure enjoys cuddling the most though, being able to run his hands on your body

° Aki also most definitely expects you to do the same, he wants your hands on him as much as possible, running them up and down his sides, putting your fingers in his hair, etc.

° And this doesn't just apply to aftercare but during sex too, wrapping one of your arms around his waist while you thrust into him, letting Aki hold onto your biceps or even putting his arms around your neck, it doesn't matter as long as Aki gets to touch you

° Both of them aren't very good with dirty talk, Aki isn't good at hearing dirty talk and Angel isn't good at speaking dirty

° When Angel tries to dirty talk it usually comes in the form of him trying to decribe all the dirty stuff he wants you to do to him, but it normally comes out like a confused mess, he'll hesitate once with what to say next and then it goes off the rails from there

° Ironically in the spur of the moment when Angel is half out of his mind from overstimulation he might actually say something really sexy that turns you on, he doesn't even know he's doing it, it will just start to happen naturally, guess he needed your help :)

° Aki on the other hand just gets easily flustered so hearing dirty talk will make him turn bright red almoat instantly, it would be a really nice way to tease him

° Aki's way of blushing is also super adorable, it's one of those blushes that reaches all over there face and down their neck, you can even see him get red on other parts of his body like his shoulders, chest, knuckles, all in all Aki just lights up if you can find a way to fluster him (which shouldn't be too hard)

[starsinmylatte]

Hi, can I ask for F, G, and R from the smut headcanons (for the hot blue man) and maybe also Y if you want/have enough time? Love your writing, keep up the fine work (of giving us Thrawn girls things to feast on)

Thank you, Anon, my beloved!! I have a solemn duty to feed my fellow Thrawn Girlies (gn) 💜🥰

Original smut headcanon post here

Other letters I've answered: Q, S, Z || E, M, and W

Warnings: There really aren't any for this one besides NSFW. It's sweet and intimate here, besties.

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

Any first with Thrawn is going to be so deeply passionate. He isn't one for random flings, and I don't think he's much for escort services (although he'd respect the profession). For him to truly find release in the arms of someone else, he'd have to trust them, and that in itself is an incredibly tricky thing given his position. Needless to say, anyone Thrawn is having sex with is important to him and has been for a time. Because of that, he is absolutely determined to show them how much he cares.

Every touch, kiss, and caress is filled with hunger and Thrawn's pure desire for intimacy with you. The sex isn't necessarily gentle, it's more reverent. He doesn't treat you like you'll break because he knows you won't.

I feel in my soul that there are probably multiple rounds, but the very first one is Thrawn trying to manifest his feelings for you into a physical form of intimacy. It's slow and intimate lovemaking, but the implication behind it is obvious... your souls are entwining as much as your bodies are.

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

Thrawn is the type to break the pace at which he's fucking you to take a devastatingly slow roll of his hips, press a kiss to your temple, and murmur something to you in Cheunh.

When you learn more of his native tongue, you realize that he's telling you how beautiful you are. Thrawn calls you his beloved, precious, and more, whispering all that you mean to him and just how amazing you are against your skin.

He's also the type to hold your hand while he fucks you, lacing his fingers through yours while you cry out in pleasure.

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

His eyes glow brightly when the two of you are alone and he wants physical intimacy. Thrawn is able to hide it (to an extent) when others are around or if the timing isn't appropriate.

That being said, it's also very similar to how they glow when he's excited or intrigued by something. Only like three people probably know him well enough to tell the difference, so he is able to find an easy excuse.

Thrawn also gets handsy when he's in the mood, his voice gets a little deeper, and his accent comes back. Even if he can't get as handsy as he'd like, he still manages clandestine touches of your hand or shoulder. They are touches that seem mundane to everyone, but you know exactly what they mean.

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Alright, there's a certain level of "light sleeper" you have to be when you can be called on at any moment for an emergency (ask me how I know this lmao), and Thrawn is basically on 24/7 call as a Grand Admiral.

That being said, his sleep patterns are interesting. He sleeps better next to his beloved, especially after sex.

Thrawn, the infamous tactician and Grand Admiral of the Seventh Fleet is a clingy cuddler. He needs to feel his beloved is safe in his arms and his preferred sleeping position is any that allows him to fully wrap himself around his partner.

When Thrawn is alone, he tends to wander into his office at 0200 when he has an important thought, or because he needs a fresh perspective on a piece of art he's studying, but when his beloved is sleeping next to him, he's a little more conscious of what is imminently important and what can wait until morning. Thrawn's desire to not disturb his lover actually backfires into him taking better care of himself, too.

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Part: 4

Pairings:Priest!Eddie x fem!reader

Warning: priest kink jealous!eddie, toxic!eddie possessive!eddie, violent altercation, drug use. Unprotected sex. Angst, slight fluff.

Not proof read.

18+ minors do not enter

"So are we gonna talk about the real reason you avoided me for so long?"

The moment that question left his mouth, your blood ran cold. You didn't want him to know you knew. You didn't want him to know it made you jealous. "It doesn't matter anymore" shifting under him to get off the couch.

"Doesn't matter anymore?" He questioned.

He sits up and follows you around your home. You try to busy yourself cleaning things that were already clean. "It doesn't matter anymore because I'm over it, I forgive you." You smile sarcastically at him.

His eyes go wide, and he looks even more confused. "What the fuck is there for me to be apologizing for?" He said in disbelief.

Moving past him, he's still following behind as you head to your room. Searching for some clean clothes and getting ready for your shower. He stands in the doorway, not letting you leave.

Crossing his arms over his chest. "You owe an explanation at least give me some type excuse."

Going to speak, you can't find the words. You so badly want to tell him you truly do. This whole situation has been eating away at you. You laid in bed crying for days over a man you just started seeing privately. You thought you were the only one he was seeing. Eddie was sweet to you and always good at conversation.

This is the reason why it was so hard to move past if he was an asshole you wouldn't have cared. With him, it was different when it was just the two of you alone he made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. He didn't just feel like a secret lover but a friend.

Tears slowly fall down your cheeks, and you look down at your feet. "It doesn't matter anymore,okay." You say with your shakey voice just barely above a whisper.

"Hey, look, I don't know what's going on with you, but you can talk to me about anything." He reassured you hooking his finger under your chin to look you in the eyes.

"I'm always gonna be here for you when you need me." Smiling at you, he gives you a soft kiss on your forehead.

Nodding, you tell him you're going to take a shower he stays there for a moment. You think he wants to say something else but decides against it. He gets himself together and tells you he wants to hang out at his place again soon. You agreed you want to as well even though you know you shouldn't. He makes you feel special like none else has before. No one has cared for you the way he has. You didn't tell him about your date you'll be going on in a few days. Not that he'd probably care anyway since he sees plenty of women when you're not around.

Finally, it's Friday the day you have your date with Steve. You haven't heard much from Eddie since Sunday. You were expecting a note from him any day now since he told you he wanted to hang out again.

Every time you came home, you felt excitement in your stomach only to be disappointed when there was nothing taped to your door. You forget about all of that, and just focus on your date with Steve. He was so sweet and handsome you met him at the local cafe.

He asked you out after bumping into you and spilling coffee on each other. Your mind still wanders back to Eddie and thinking about who he's been with since being with you. You want to cry again at the thought of him making someone else feel special the same way he did with you. Clearing your throat, you put on a nice short dress and put some of your hair back away from your face.

Steve's car pulls up at your front door, and he honks the horn for you. You rush downstairs and run outside. Jumping in the passenger seat, you think about how Eddie would come knocking at your door, not honk his horn at you. You try to stop comparing Steve to Eddie so much, but you can't help it. Steve took you to a nice dinner outside of your town and then wanted to take you dancing too, and that's when everything went to hell.

You and Steve walk into this old dingy night club. The atmosphere was dark and clouded with smoke, the only lighting being red and dim. Everyone crowding around you dancing and grinding on each other. Steve finds you guys a little table to sit at, and he heads to get you both drinks. What you didn't know was Eddie was there too with a bunch of his people.

He was sitting in a booth far back facing the dance floor. He had two women on his side, nuzzling his neck with a bunch of others at his table. The two women were from the strip club up the road from his motel room. He was very familiar with them since they would give him private dances together and then go back to his room later for some more fun. The three of them drunk with Eddie snorting coke off their tits and asses before fucking them both.

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Steve finally came back with your drinks and a pint of beer as well. You always have been a light weight, so when you guzzled down your first drink and went for the beer, Steve tried to get you to slow down. That's when the DJ started playing Nine Inch Nails over the stereo system. You pulled Steve up and dragged him to the dance floor. Stumbling, he catches you and holds you tight against him as you both sway to the beat.

Eddie stops paying attention to his dates for a split second to see you both dancing. His face drops, and jaw clenches. His fists ball into knots, and he just watches both of you. Especially you not taking one look away he's making sure Steve's hands don't wander around and touch places only eddie feels entitled to touch. You pull away from Steve and tell him you have to use the bathroom. He nods and tells you he'll be waiting at your table when you get back.

Making your way through the crowd of people to get to the bathroom, you have no idea Eddie is on your tail. Opening the door to the single person bathroom, you feel someone push into you. Turning around to bitch at whoever just pushed you you're face to face with a certain someone you didn't expect to see tonight. Your mouth gapes open, and your eyes widen in shock. Panicked you try to move past him and run away, but he just blocks the door and locks it.

"What are you doing here, honey?" He asked you squinting his eyes in anger.

He looks pissed and you've never seen him like this before. You won't lie in other circumstances. You would have found it hot, but right now, it scared you. "Im here with my date." You tell him matter of factly. He laughs at you and pushes his tongue to the inside of his cheek, trying to fight back a rude remark toward you.

"Well, tell your little date you're leaving." He told you as if you were sure to listen to him.

"No, I'm not. I'm having fun." You told him standing your ground.

He laughed again at you and pushed you up against the bathroom door a little too roughly. His breath smelled of clove cigarettes and bourbon. There was a white powdery substance on his nostrils. He eyes were bloodshot, and pupils were dilated. You've never seen him like this before, and it honestly shook you up a bit. He pulls back slightly and looks at what you're wearing. You feel small under his gaze, looking quickly away, worried he might insult your appearance because he's angry. He just smiles that sweet smile he always gives you.

"You look really pretty tonight, honey." He says as he rubs your arms up and down, trying to ease your nerves.

He leans in closer to your face now. "Go tell him now that you're leaving, or I'll do it instead." His voice is laced with so much warning, but you don't care.

"No, I'm not leaving. I'm staying here with him." Stomping your foot down at him.

Eddie laughs at you again, but this time, he's not laughing because it's funny. He's laughing because he's getting angrier. Taking a deep breath in and out, trying to calm himself down.

"Sweetheart, go tell him you're leaving. I won't ask again, or I WILL TELL HIM MYSELF!" he tried to stay calm but lost his composure and screamed at you.

Jumping at his reaction, you turn away to the side again and begin crying. Rolling his eyes, he kisses your head and pulls you in for a hug. You try to resist but eventually give up, hoping he'll stop acting like this and go back to whoever he's with. He kisses your hair and smooths it down.

"Are you going to go tell him?" He said more softer now.

"No, Eddie, can you please just stop? I'm allowed to go have fun with someone you see other people all the time." you argue with him.

He pulls away from the hug and doesn't look at you but instead swings the bathroom door open, storming out. You stay there still in shock at his personality shift. That's when you realize where Eddie is going and you try to get to him before he gets to Steve, but it's too late.

-

Eddie stomped over to your table and started asking him questions immediately. Steve was polite and nice to Eddie, which pissed him off even more. Eddie asked him about his date with you, and at first, Steve was confused as to why this strange guy was asking him about his date with you. Eddie lied and said he's a family friend who looks out for you. Steve wasn't dumb. He saw Eddie push his way into the bathroom with you. Being a smart ass Steve started to tell him his plans for the date and what you did earlier.

"Well, I took her out to eat at a nice restaurant. Then I took her here to do some dancing and then I'm gonna take her home." He told Eddie innocently.

"Aaand?" Eddie questioned him, hoping to get the answer he's looking for.

"And I'm gonna give her nice long kiss goodbye.....in the morning." Steve said with a shit eating grin on his face.

Eddie began to laugh again for a moment, and so did Steve. That was until he threw his head all the back and headbutt your dates nose. Once you reached them, you tried to check on Steve, but Eddie just yanked you by the elbow and escorted you outside to his car. He yanked the passenger side open and shoved you in.

"I'm going back inside to tell some people i was with. I'm leaving. Stay here." He demanded you, and you obeyed.

Eddie came back out 10 minutes later and got in his car and pulled out, heading to his place. The car ride was painfully quiet, and the buzz you had was gone. You felt like you were going to have a panic attack after seeing the way Eddie acted tonight. He's never talked to you like that before. He's never scared you like this before.

Eddie has always been so kind and gentle towards you, but tonight was different. Not only did he scream at you, but he hit Steve in the nose, probably breaking it. That's when you lost it and started to break down next to him but kept your eyes out the window. He looks over at you and puts his hand on your leg to help you calm down. Moving it away from him, he grips it harder. Neither one of you speaking to the other until he pulls up in front of his room door. He gets out and opens your door for you.

"Get out of the car we need to talk." He still sounded pissed off.

"No, I'm staying right here. I don't want to talk to you." You tried to sound angry but your voice came out broken.

Rolling his eyes, he undid your seat belt and yanked you out by the arm, dragging you to his room. He slams his door shut, and you move far enough away from him. He finally notices how scared you are of him and calms himself down a bit.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier, and I'm sorry for yanking you around it won't happen again, I promise. " His voice sounds softer this time, and he puts his hands up. He sounded sincere, but that doesn't mean you still weren't shaken up.

"We still need to talk" He continued

"You're right. I do see other people and do fuck around a lot. When I'm not with you, I'm with someone else, but I don't think of them like I do you." He finally confessed.

You go to speak up, but he puts his hand up, stopping you so he can continue. "I fucked up and I didn't realize what I had until I saw it being taken away from me." "What I did isn't right but I'm selfish and I'm not sharing you." You sat on the edge of his bed listening to him. Eddie, confessing to you what you already knew somehow hurt more. Maybe because your mind can make things seem worse than they really are, but to hear him actually tell you just made it all real.

"That is very selfish of you. You don't own me. I can go on dates too, and just because I go on a date doesn't mean I'm having sex with them either." You tell him trying to make your point across.

He just put his head in his hands and then pounds on the wall in his room. "I'll stop fucking around if you stop going on dates then." He tried to bargain with you.

"I'll forget their numbers. I'll stop talking to them. I'll do anything you want me to do." He sounded so desperate.

Moving, he goes to sit on his knees in front of you on the floor. He grabs your hands, and you snatch them away.

"I swear to God, I only want you, I promise." You hate it when he looks at you with those big brown eyes. He looks so lost and scared. Once again, he's got you in the palm of his hand.

"Okay, fine. I pray you keep your word and you prove to me that you meant every word you just said." Nodding his head rapidly, he takes your hands into his again and kisses them.

He moves to sit next to you, and he leans over and begins kissing you softly. Breaking the kiss, you remembered him leaving you in the car to tell some "people" he's leaving. You had a feeling it was someone he was going to fuck tonight if he hadn't seen you.

"Who did you go say good by to at the club earlier?" You questioned him.

"Just some friends." He said in between kisses.

Pushing him away, you look at him, and that's when you notice a small stain of lipstick on his collar. Looking back at him with anger in your eyes. You can't believe he's still being so vague after confirming that he does fuck around.

"That's not good enough. You got to know who i was with tonight, so tell me who you were you with." Now, it was your turn to show anger like he did.

"They are-well, they were just some girls that work at the strip club up the road. I hook up with them from time to time." He looks almost ashamed to be confessing that.

"Really, and who else do you see?" Getting braver now, you demand to know everything.

He told you about the blonde girl and how she's married but will come to see him often. The girls who work at the club and a few housewives in town that he also used to visit after church. Sitting there taking it all in, you realize this man is not who you originally thought he was. Interrupting him speaking because he was still going on and on about all the people he was sleeping with. You felt like this would take all night listening to him tell you all but his conquests.

"I want to take a shower before bed." He looks over at you and asks if he can join you. Telling him "yes" both of you head to the bathroom and strip off your clothes. You washed each other off and made out under the water until it ran cold on you both.

Neither one of you bothered to put on any clothes after you got out. You race to jump under the covers to get warm. Eddie joins you under the blanket, and you lay in his arms for a few moments before kissing again.

You move to lay on top of him and continue to kiss, moving from his mouth down to his jaw and neck. You lick and suck at his jugular vein, leaving a nice purple bruise there for everyone to see. You start grinding down on him feeling his happy trail rub against your clit. Your mouth moves back up to Eddie's, and he moans in your kiss.

Still grinding against him Eddie grabs his cock in his hand and tries to align it with your entrance. When you notice what he's doing, you stop your movements and get off of him, causing him to whine out.

"Come back, please." He begged you.

"Nope." You say teasing him.

He pouts and starts rubbing his length up and down. You move and spread your legs wide so he can get a better look at you spread open. He bites his lower lip and presses his thumb down on his tip, smearing the precum leaking out. He's breathing heavy, and you take your two fingers to spread your wet folds open wider some more for him. "Fuuuck" He says under his breath.

"Please baby let me fuck you. I can make you feel so good, like I always do, please." He begged almost sounding like he's on the verge of crying.

"I don't know you sure you don't want to call one of your friends instead?" You mocked him.

"Nope, I want you. I only want you. I only want to make you feel good no one else, baby, please." He begged, throwing his head back in frustration.

Biting your lower lip, you take pity on him, and you let him have you. He gets up fast and grabs you the by ankle, pulling you closer to him. You let out giggle until you feel Eddie drag his cock up and down in between your wet pussy over and over again. He dips he head and begins to softly kiss and nip at your neck. You throw your head back to give him easier access.

Eddie continues his movements for a few more seconds before he locks your hands with his pinning them down to the bed. He readjusts his hips and slowly sinks his cock inside your entrance spreading you open around him. He stills for a moment, giving you time to adjust before he's pulling out and slamming back into. The feeling almost took your breath away, and Eddie is still attacking your throat with his mouth.

His hips are slamming into you harshly with the sound of your bodies slapping into each other. You hook your legs around his lower back, causing him to go deep inside you, hitting that spot inside you just right. Eddie leans back and takes a break from your neck. You whine out, already missing the warmth of his mouth on your skin.

"Shh baby, I got you, don't worry," He whispered

He lets go of your hands, putting one of his on the small of your waist while the other presses down on your lower tummy while his cock is still pushing into you. You cry out Eddie's name and cover your face in your hands. "Ooh, don't stop, please." You begged him.

He moves your hands away from your face, telling you to watch him fuck you. He sits up on kneeling on the bed and grabs one of your legs to lay against his chest. He began fucking you harder this time while licking and kissing at your ankle.

"You like that baby? Feels so good, doesn't it?" His voice sounds shakey.

You can tell he's getting close to cuming his thrusting is becoming sloppy, and he's throwing his back moaning so loud he doesn't care who hears him tonight.

"I'm so close Eddie don't stop, please," you cry out.

"I know you're close.I can feel you clenching me baby you feel so fucking good. fuuuuck your so tight." He grunted out to you.

Clenching tighter and tighter around him, his grunts and moans turned more into soft whiney whimpers. Pulling his hand away from your waist he licks his finger and starts rubbing your clit. Your legs start to twitch, and you clench around him harder this time. He continues rubbing your clit until you throw your back and your body begins to shake. You come hard around him, throwing your head back and yelling out his name.

Eddie doesn't take long to come either with a few more strokes he pulls out quickly and starts jerking himself until he's coming on your stomach and chest again. Collapsing beside you, both of you are trying to catch your breath. You're still shaking, and he moves to grab a tissue to clean you off like he did last time. Rolling over onto your stomach, you reach up and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

"You're still not off the hook. I want you to apologize to Steve tomorrow." He looks at you, surprised.

"I will not, he took my girl out on a date and planned to fuck her too" raising your eyebrows to him.

"Fine, I'll apologize, but I won't mean it." He sounded so immature. You laughed at him and started kissing him on the lips again.

Eddie pulls you closer to him, and you notice the hickey on his neck. Panic takes over when you realize you are covered in them, too. They can't know what you guys did together. This was against the rules. Eddie made vows, and now everyone will probably know what you guys did. He notices the worried look on your face and immediately clocks it.

"Don't worry about the hickey we'll cross that bridge when we get there." He tried to soothe you.

You just pray that no one in town puts two and two together, or will they?

[firstkanaphans]

Bostonnick and P for the promt thing if you feel like it, because i need more bostonnick in my life :)

Y’all. I don’t even know anymore. This is set in an alternate universe where Boston decides to behave himself at the end of episode 5 and not pick a fight with Ray. It is explicit and also slightly kinkier than what I usually write, so heed the warnings below. Word Count: 756 Rating/Warnings: Explicit; Semi-public sex, exhibitionism

[P]ersuading them to do something naughty

If Boston was being honest, the first time he’d fucked Nick, he’d thought him tame—virginal, even. He’d been so eager for Boston’s touch that it made him clumsy and he'd come so fast Boston had just assumed that he was the exciting thing in Nick’s life. It was only now, weeks later, that he was starting to realize he was wrong. It was the other way around.

“Fuck me,” Nick whispered into his ear, taking the lobe between his lips and sucking. They were both cross-faded, sitting on the couch in Nick’s living room surrounded by empty beer bottles and the crumbs from one too many weed cookies, and Boston would be lying if he said he wasn’t itching to fuck someone. But there was the small issue of Ray. 

He looked through the glass door towards the back patio where Ray and Sand had excused themselves for privacy. They had been making out at one point—Boston knew because he had been watching them—but they both seemed to be asleep now, curled up together on the same beanbag. But still, the door remained ajar. Boston could see them. 

“Let’s go to your room,” he said, standing. Nick pulled him back down.

“No,” he said with a smirk. “Here.”

Sometimes Boston got the feeling that Nick only offered things like this to titillate him—to keep him interested, to try to make himself seem more desirable than everyone else Boston was fucking—but then he saw the excitement on Nick's face and started to think maybe he had underestimated him.

Nick was the first person he had ever been with that was willing to fuck him in the daylight, that wanted to show him off, that wanted other people to see. And sometimes when he invited Boston over, it wasn’t even for sex. It was as if he actually enjoyed Boston’s presence. As if he was having fun. Boston wanted to have fun too.

“You have to be quiet,” Boston said sternly. Nick’s face lit up and he playfully mimed zipping his lips even though they both knew he wasn’t the one who had a problem with volume anyway.

Boston took one last look at the patio door—at Ray and Sand still sleeping—and said, “Fuck it.” Then he pulled Nick onto his lap and kissed him hard.

The two of them had had a lot of sex over the past couple months and Boston hadn’t been lying when he said Nick was his favorite because Nick cared about Boston's pleasure more than his own. They undressed just enough to expose the important bits and it took no time at all before Boston had Nick pinned to the couch and was pushing inside of him. He held his hand over Nick’s mouth to keep him quiet, but it ended up being pointless. Boston was the one that moaned. Nick’s body just felt so good wrapped around his cock—it was like he had been made for him—and he knew how to use his body to bring Boston pleasure. 

“Shh,” Nick scolded, but he looked pleased nevertheless. 

From Boston’s position on the couch, he could look up and see outside. Ray and Sand hadn’t moved, but just being able to see them, just knowing that they could, was driving him crazy. Boston had had threesomes before, but he had never done this. He felt like his whole body was on display and he wanted to show off.

He fucked Nick harder, burying his face in his neck, and he came much sooner than he expected. He wasn’t quiet about it either, but he was too turned on to care about getting caught. Luckily, Ray and Sand didn’t move.

“Did you like that?” Nick asked, stroking his hair.

Boston nodded. “You’re a bad influence on me.”

Nick preened at the compliment. “I think it’s probably mutual.”

They ended up retiring to Nick’s bedroom, but although Nick fell asleep fast, Boston was too wired to sleep. There was this foreign feeling taking root inside of him that he couldn’t quite place. He looked down at Nick, his face relaxed in sleep, and a smile pulled at his lips. It no longer felt like a chore to stay and fall asleep by his side. It felt nice, actually, to have someone next to him.

Maybe he could get used to this after all.

For the Fluff Prompt ABCs

[instexcamera]

i need someone who will ramble abt leo to me..!!! PEOPLE DON'T TALK ABT DOM LEO ENOUGH.. ok yes he's a silly little switch but please 😓 i want to be dominated by that man so much i can't anymore actually....... he's just a silly little guy!!!!!!!!!!!!! (you can definitely not feel his erection poking against you while you cuddle)

i def think leo would enjoy being called 'ou-sama' while being intimate. enjoying seeing you beg for him whilst you moan it out every minute or so!

ALSO!!! this dude definitely cums alot when he has an orgasm. he pushes himself deeper into you whenever he feels that he's getting close. he isn't even pulling out yet and it's already leaking down your thighs! 1!1!1?1?1?

leoooo hehehshshsh i love him so much🥲. he definitely likes to grope you whenever your cuddling, toying with your nipples now and there, it's sooo cute

he's also someone who gets all lovey dovey after sex (ESPECIALLY after hard/hate sex.) he definitely loooves seeing you in his shirts once you two wake up after a long night of intimacy.

enjoys giving and receiving oral!! i can't imagine how good leo would b at eating someone out... his tongue going deep into you, and his mouth sucking on all the right places TT... (actually, screw that, all the knights members are probably good at oral, ritsu and leo stick out the most to me when it comes to it tho. the two models are still pretty good though <3)

making you ride him one day was always on his bucket list ;3.. he's already guiding you onto his lap, grabbing your hips whilst you grind against him, you were so sure you were already drooling from the corner of your mouth at that point from how full you feel, while leo just chuckles and casually licks it all up. he's already eaten you out before, its not gonna be that bad if he tastes your saliva, right?.. you two makeout almost every chance you get, anyway.

enjoy the leo ramble.. the world needs more dom! leo truthers honestly 🥹

Oo another Leo

Yea I see a bunch of sub Leo usually and there needs to be more of him as a dom. Dom Leo would probably be one of the nice doms except their so rough and have a bunch of stamina but they're so sweet

And yea, cuddle sex with Leo. It would start out all nice, him just spooning you and then suddenly he's hard. I don't think he'd say anything either waiting till it goes away or you make a move such as grinding back on him. If you do then he'd start out all teasing, nibbling and kissing on your neck before sliding his hands down your pants and slowly lowering them just enough so he can push his cock in

I haven't heard a lot about his cum but yk, I like what you're saying. Also also, hear me out. Leo with a breeding kink, he already tries to release as deep as he can inside of you, and so much comes out it leaks down your thighs. Why not add a breeding kink into it? Leo trying to put as much as he can into you, until a little bulge appears on your stomach because he's released so much into you

It'd be funny to have Leo be so rough on you for hours, calling you mean names and over stimulating you so much and when he's finally done to be all sweet and lovely dovey. Such as running and taking a bath with you, cuddling, getting you food as if he didn't just completely turn you into a mess

I can see Leo being super good at oral. He would definitely be good with his mouth along with Ritsu, I agree with what you said

Along with riding Leo what about him having you do it while he's tryna compose a song. He claims it "encourages and inspires him" but all it really is is a distraction and an excuse to get you all needy and whiney on top of him. Don't think he won't be composing though, he would, just writing it on your body while you drool all over him

[rom-e-o]

Not long after starting the lounge singing (so before the Twins), Bess is wooed into going out with a cute, funny, seemingly sweet bartender that often works through her sets. The first date goes so well, Bess lets him kiss her goodnight when he drops her home: It's a little forward, tongue and significant moisture are felt a little earlier than Bess would normally want, but he doesn't push for more and is charming. Besides, Bess only ever kissed Oliver before and he was a Terrible Kisser™️. So maybe this is what kissing is actually supposed to be like?

Over the course of two months, they go out on various dates. The guy's persona never slips; he is always nice, courteous, gentle, etc. He is a bit more forward with where he likes to put his hands and kiss her despite how they claim to not be exclusive just yet and are just testing the waters, but he doesn't pressure her for sex. He never picks up on how she prefers live flowers to cut ones and dark chocolate to milk, but nobody is perfect. And this all feels nice and fun. Bess does think she might be falling for him a bit , though.

Then, one afternoon, Bess comes home after meeting him for lunch. She looks... it's hard to say--dazed? There are a lot of emotions in those eyes.

It's just her and Connie in the house at that time, and Bess asks to talk. Turns out, at lunch, Bess and Mr. Bartender had the discussion about where this all was going. They like each other. A lot. He'd really like to be her boyfriend. Bess admitted she'd really like to be his girlfriend. There's only one snag: Their relationship would have to be an open one to work for him. He's already been seeing other girls on the side with various levels of exclusivity while dating her. He already has a couple girlfriends. They're all actually poly together, but Bess wouldn't have to be if that's not her thing (it's not). "I just have so much love to give, Angel!" is his excuse. "Too much for any one girl to handle by herself."

Bess' romantic dream her entire life has been to be someone's One and Only™️. She wants to be enough for someone--just her. That only got stronger after Oliver. But this guy has been the closest thing to a dream relationship she's ever had: He's been nothing but sweet, caring, and a gentleman. The idea of an open relationship makes Bess sick to her stomach and makes her feel inadequate (and just is not her thing), but she wants love. She wants romance. And she's already a little more wrapped up in Mr. Bartender than she'd want or care to admit. "Should I do this, Connie? It feels so... wrong. Skeavy. Like an excuse for him to two-time me. I think about it and it hurts and I just wanna cry. But what if this is the only chance at real love I'm ever gonna get? What if I'm just not made to be enough for someone?Maybe I'm just not that lovable enough and all I can be is... one of a number." Tears are definitely trickling down Bess' cheeks.

Oughhhh, that’s rough. The “he’s so nice, BUT” scenario. But he’s not so nice. He misled her and is using an excuse, it sounds like, to date multiple ladies. It sucks and is heartbreaking.

Constance noticing Bess seems off, and as they talk. Connie listens for a long, LONG time. There’s lots of hugs, tissues and a bottle of gin is definitely opened.

After Bess has said everything and poured those emotions out, Connie brings her close and tight for a hug.

Connie isn’t poly, but she’s definitely acquainted with poly couples from back in NYC. She knows they have a healthy and loving dynamic, but it’s healthy because everyone in the poly relationship WANTS a poly relationship. They’re open about what their needs and wants are …they’re not leading people on like this guy arguably did to Bess.

Besides, his EXCUSE for wanting that type of relationship is …interesting. I wonder how he’d feel about his girls having multiple boyfriends, haha? PROBABLY not as enthusiastic as he lets on.

“You’re not in the wrong for wanting one partner to love you, Bess,” she explains softly. “To be their …’endgame’ is what kids are saying nowadays, right? Anyway, it’s like any other preference … he should have disclosed that sooner, honestly. Sounds like he was playing games and just hoped you’d roll with it. I’m proud of you for sticking up for yourself.”

She runs slow circles into her back, just focusing on making Bess comfortable.

“The answer is no. You shouldn’t do it. Because you obviously don’t want this. There would be nothing but more heartache down the line, which is not what you deserve. He was too forward, and he was misleading. He doesn’t deserve you.”

Another squeeze.

“What you do deserve is exactly what you want: one partner that loves you. This isn’t your only chance. Men are attracted to you, Bess. You are beautiful and a catch … that also means you’re gonna have duds like this guy try to woo you.

“I say dump him. Kindly, but in public, where he can’t squirrel his way back in without sounding like an ass to everyone else around. Don’t let him be a blockade to your true happiness. You deserve better, and you have a soulmate that’s waiting out there for you! Don’t settle.”

[astarab1aze]

“   I could be your loser boyfriend. Do you ever think about that? ” — Kai, one night when they’re both really high and haven’t gotten together yet

unhinged comedic relief

He glanced at Kai, half-lidded greys straining to focus on that stupid look on his face - and all he could think, between shades of gold and black hair, the twitch of his lips and the droop of his eyes, was that maybe Kai had bad taste. A proclivity toward making certifiably bad decisions with bad people, not that he was any kind of saint. That's part of what made him so attractive anyway, to him; Loux might've been a little more... honest with himself, recently, but he wasn't any good with words. A lot of the time, he was satisfied with things as they were - hanging out and fucking like rabbits when time could be afforded, and all the little things he was too high to think of off the top - and why ruin a good thing by opening his mouth?

Maybe it was shitty of him, to find relief in Kai voicing even a hint of reciprocity first. Shittier, still, to think it ridiculous and stupid that he'd even implied with a question asked stoned out of his mind-- Insecurity? No. Immaturity? Maybe. Labels sowed drama, labels interrupted what would otherwise be entirely natural, instinctive. Unspoken truths were still true. Fucking Kai into a mattress until he couldn't cum anymore was the closest he would ever get to saying it out loud, and some part of him was bitter that it couldn't be enough in the moment, but - there was something about him. Something about Kai that made him consider it, the whole title thing. And maybe he was fixating on the wrong things, giving himself an excuse to avoid the subject at hand, deny deny deny and run away the first chance he gets- No, that wasn't going to happen, try as he might.

He liked Kai. All the little somethings about him, his smile, his scent, the sensation of his fingertips on his thigh, kisses and bites to the ugliest parts of him, naked, covered in blood, high, the faces he made, his voice - everything, really. But, most of all, in the whirlwind of contradictory, frustrated, affectionate thoughts, Kai could keep up with him. The party never really stopped for them, as long as they were around each other; He never had a bad time with him, rather sought out more fun with him, diving head-first into several bad decisions of his own just so he could show Kai something new, something strange, and experience even more with him, bad decisions made together.

Maybe it helped his dick was immaculate, and maybe it helped a lot. Maybe that made Loux a piece of shit, but he could never be with anyone who didn't fuck him right. Not for long, anyway. Kai...matched him, in every sense of the word. In idiocy, in criminal behavior, in sex, in all the things that did and didn't matter to the ever-shifting fox. No one had ever gotten him out of his clothes faster than Kai, and that had to have said something, all things considered... No one had quite gotten under his skin like him, either.

"Yeah, actually," he said, mouth going dry, palms a touch clammy. He ambled over, resting his head on Kai's shoulder, justifying it with his difficulty in keeping his head up. Kai was smarter than that, though, he'd know. "All th' time..."

Why wouldja wanna be, though? Nothin' special 'bout bein' mine. 'ma fuckin' pig. E'eryone I love dies, all tha' corny woe is me shit. Was jus' bein' a dick t' ya an' ya don' e'en know it... 'ow couldja e'er want me? I don' deserve it. Would be better if we ne'er met. M' chest wouldn't feel so fuckin' tight righ' now if we didn't, an' maybe ya'd find someone who can bring ya closer t' center. 'ma lost cause. Always 'ave been. I'll fail you too, an' tha's a wrong I'd...probably kill m'self t' right.

But he tried to play it cool, besides. Maintain some semblence of composure. Closing his eyes, nestling himself in beside Kai. Maybe if he pretended to doze off, he wouldn't have to deal with the onslaught of bullshit whirling around in his head. Maybe Kai would fall asleep right there with him. Let things lie until they were both sober enough to talk about this properly. Or maybe Loux's mouth would pry itself open and there'd be nothing he could do about it.

"D'ya wanna, yanno, try it...?"

[fairytail-whathesays]

Can we get some Laxus/Elfman SFW and NSFW headcanons 👀?

Welcome to your newest vested interest, Fairy Tail gays.

Stealing and repurposing this gif.

Laxus is the ultimate unstoppable force, Elfman is the ultimate immovable object. I actually think these two have a better chance at chemistry than about half the ships their fans slot them into. Especially if we tap into the idea that Elfman, realistically, probably has some baggage from constantly being overshadowed by his sister, a feeling Laxus would relate to as he always used to feel overshadowed by his granddad.

You can't tell me Elfman didn't think Laxus was the coolest thing in the world even before he bulked up in his late teens. Badass eye scar, bigass sound pods, tattoo, incredible power for someone so young. Laxus was over there being bitter and broody and emo-cusp-punk, and Elfman was just all about that.

Laxus actually fucking loves Elfman's dress sense? Like, someone that big and loud should not be able to pull off the clothes Elfman tends to wear. He looks great in a white suit and that kimono he wore inbetween Edolas and Tenrou? 壮大 !

Wouldn't it be fun if there were some Fairy Tail melodrama happening and everyone is trying to guess who Laxus likes like absolute children, and they get as far as "someone with pretty blue eyes" and "someone with soft white hair" and they unanimously guess Mirajane, but it was actually Elfman? I think that would be funny as hell.

Get Elfman riled up enough, and he will not stop until he's accomplished a goal, no matter how out of reach it seems, and that's something Laxus really admires.

I like to think Elfman would be able to help Laxus handle and keep a lid on encroaching dragonization symptoms. Much like Mirajane knowing what it's like to have an inner darkness, Elfman knows what it's like to have an unfathomably powerful inhuman beast inside, trying to take over. Dragonization isn't good for mental health or physical health, and it's crazy to me that Laxus (and Cobra) are essentially doomed to this process with nothing said about helping them reverse it. The potential for fics based around this concept, of course, is endless.

Laxus very quickly gets tired of Elfman's more superficially timid qualities--you know, the shyness and awkwardness. They're endearing, of course, but not when they hold Elfman back from taking what he wants and keep Laxus from feeling the affection he wants that he knows Elfman is capable of--which is complete, total, and genuine. I think after a certain point, he'd tell Elfman to drop the shy act and come get what's his.

Elfman: I thought you were straight. Laxus: [horrified]

Elfman is one of the few people Laxus might actually talk openly about Ivan to. Contrary to popular belief, Ivan may be a colossal shithead and a miserable excuse for a person, but Laxus wouldn't have been so broken up about him leaving if that was the way he remembered him. Of course, Elfman echoes the guild-wide sentiment of "I'll totally sock your dad in the jaw if you want" given it deeply offends his pride as a family man to see the way Ivan ended up, but he's also a gentle enough guy to understand Laxus' conflicted feelings about his father.

Where LaxElf differs as a romantic relationship from a fwb/fu*kbuddies relationship is that Laxus responds to Elfman's shyness about PDA by emphatically trying to kiss him in public. No shame in his game.

Laxus' clothes, especially his oversized coats, actually fit Elfman. Which means that he gets to wear anything he wants out of Laxus' closet, and Laxus encourages it because he likes Elfman's scent being on his clothes.

They spoon and they both fight over who gets to be the little spoon. No, I'm not kidding.

You can find some extra headcanons about these two's sex life here.

Let's suppose that, by some chance, Elfman is actually a virgin when these two are ready to roll around in the sheets. Laxus would emphasize being the one to take his v-card even more, because someone's first time needs to be good or at least not suck, especially if it involves things going up your ass.

Even if this isn't the case, their first time is incredibly tender and gentle. Elfman feels like he's in heaven before the fucking even starts, and every kiss really feels like love. Laxus spares no expense because he realizes that Elfman doesn't have the same sexual confidence he does.

Elfman insists on missionary a few times at first, because he likes being able to cling and wrap his limbs around Laxus, but Laxus very quickly sells him on the idea of laying on his stomach and getting the royal treatment.

The sounds Elfman makes when getting fucked are downright addictive. Laxus has but to spend a few seconds remembering their last encounter and what it sounded like before he starts needing to cross his legs in public.

Like I said, eating ass is a top priority for Laxus. Elfman sitting on his face is practically what Laxus considers a reward for good behavior.

And again to reiterate: their top/bottom designation is not set in stone. Laxus does want Elfman to be able to top if he wants to and Elfman does express some interest in it, even if the size of his d/ck does inhibit things somewhat. Elfman almost always gets Laxus on hands and knees and eases in gently when they switch it up.

Of course, with how much lube they have to use and how slow they have to go versus Laxus' limited patience means that they don't do it very often, not just because Elfman prefers to bottom anyway but because Laxus legit just doesn't have time for it. On the other hand...

This means Laxus is more likely to indulge Elfman's wild, needy, dominant top side, because if he's only gonna bottom once in a blue moon they may as well not waste the opportunity, right?

#NoRegrets. Alright, maybe some regrets. Especially when he tries sitting down on anything the morning/week after. But still no net regrets. Laxus won't let Elfman dote and fret and apologize, either, he's got to own it like a man.

They kiss like they're going to die if they even stop for breath when they're fucking.

They get busy in the shower, too. Not enough room for two men that big, but man, that water is scalding and they have their hands everywhere.

[aiming-for-phantoms]

Hey! You said you disliked it when people shipped the cc's (which is weird), even their characters, and i was wondering how you felt about some of the stances they have on that? For example, Scott and Jimmy were canonically together in third life, and Sausage flirts with every man he sees. I'm pretty sure ZombieCleo once had a strongly-worded tweet telling people not to be mean to those who did ship the hermits. Not trying to sound rude, I'm genuinely curious to hear what you think!

This is a long response and I don't want to clog up anyone's dashboard, so I'm putting it under the cut. :)

Well, first I would like to mention there is a difference between shipping a fictional character and shipping a character that is a version of themselves (and even in contexts of someone's OC). For example: Sure, Jimmy is playing a character in a story. But that character is still him and still represents him. Not to mention the story that he's portraying has nothing to do with romance. Like him playing a cowboy doesn't necessarily mean he'd be okay with anything and everything else, like drawing his character kissing his friends' characters. There is no reason for anyone to jump to doing that other than people just wanting to put them together for their own personal reasons. I don't really like this whole thing where everyone just assumes its okay yet nobody has bothered to ask how they feel about it before doing anything, like does consent even matter???? Nobody cares enough to get it???? There's a reason the entire community does their best to keep it out of earshot of the content creators. You know what they say, if you have to hide it you probably shouldn't be doing it. They don't want to make the people uncomfortable, but if doing it and it having the potential to make the people uncomfortable...then don't do it??? I mean, if you like the people why would you even want to risk that??? I don't understand why everyone seems think its somehow okay as long as you try to hide it from them. Thats shady and I kinda feel like its not even fanart at that point if they're not even meant to see it, you're just using them as vessels for whatever you feel like :/

Its just crazy to me that I have to explain it because even if it was a completely fictional character that wasn't basically a parody of the person playing it, it would still be weird to do whatever you want with that person's character??? Like I have a DnD character, i wouldn't want random ass people to do whatever they want with her and portray her however they want, especially without even asking me first. I don't really think its cool to just assume everything is up for grabs just because they portray themselves fictionally in some aspects. Just the fact that if the community even gets a whiff that something fictional is being portrayed, suddenly they think its okay to draw or write the characters doing something like kissing or having sex. Its kinda like the community is trigger happy with portraying real people as gay for their friends if they can find some sort of reason to excuse it. There are actual gay people in actual gay relationships who you can draw, I don't understand why this is the hill some people are willing to die on.

TLDR those characters aren't yours to do whatever you want with, its not cool to assume what someone's boundaries are and then act on it and think its okay as long as the person doesn't know about it, "fictional" doesn't equal "up for anything" especially if A) it has the potential to make the creator uncomfortable and B) the character is a parody or a version of the person playing it and you assuming things about the character/making things up could hit too close to you assuming things about the creator themselves which could upset them.

Some people in this community are a little comfortable with risking the comfort of the people they claim to like (and even in some communities do it even when knowing it makes the creators uncomfortable). Several of the creators are married, in relationships already, and have likely even said they are straight, there is a very real risk that you drawing them making out with their buddies would make them uncomfortable or upset them, and at worst they see it as disrespectful. I shouldn't have to say that you shouldn't do shit like that when you know it could do more harm than good.

Rant aside, here's what I think about the specific instances you listed:

Jimmy and Scott being together is (kinda???) canon so I wouldn't be mad about it I guess??? Its just hard because the life series wasn't really a plot-driven series, they weren't really "playing characters" as much as they were just fucking around and being silly. Them "playing characters" in the life series is about the same level of "playing characters" as anyone else is when they play video games. I personally wouldn't want to assume anything and jump the gun though just in case it could make them uncomfy. Its not worth the risk if you actually like the people.

Sausage play-flirting with people doesn't automatically mean hes okay with being shipped with his friends (or that his character is okay with that). Lots of people flirt with their friends without it actually meaning anything other than goofing around (like him and Keralis were doing). Again, I wouldn't jump the gun and act on it without knowing if it would upset him or not. Its not worth the risk if you actually like the people.

Cleo saying not to be mean to people who ship the hermits doesn't mean she's okay with people shipping the hermits as much as it means she doesn't want anyone to harass or be mean to anyone (especially fans) for whatever reason. It COULD mean that, but, again, it's not worth the risk if you actually like the people (especially since you're worth risking putting words in her mouth). Also, its not mean for me to be uncomfortable with people shipping irl people and not wanting to be around it or associate with it (although maybe I could chill out with the "ew"s).

I will say though in cases where there is a canon relationship/crush then its whatever. I mean, for example Katherine and Shelby (and Joey) were setting up a whole plotline based on a crush thing. Thats fine to me. But I will say that you should NEVER draw/write about people fucking their friends even if the relationship is canon because romance doesn't mean they're okay with sex stuff (especially in that example considering Shelby is asexual) and, again, its not worth the risk if you actually like the people.

Sorry for the long response, the subject makes me a little heated.

[yunhoiseyecandy]

✕ 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞; 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞

✕ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

✕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 ◆ 𝐟.𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✕ 𝐰/𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧

✕ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥- 𝐟.𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞

[𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭]

 happy birthday, @hanatiny !!! a big thanks to @barnesbabee​ for giving me the plot for this story

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it was like a constant cycle

he goes to work, deems his workers' articles unworthy of being published, and then drives home late in the night only to be greeted by the emptiness of his home.

and he was starting to lose his mind

he needed a change in his schedule, like an escape from the real world. it’s normal to grow a need to leave a place you’ve grown to get tired from after so long.

the only thing closest to an escape for him would have to be sarah, his assistant at work. but he can’t remember the last time she’s made him feel something. 

it started out as fuck buddies, but hongjoong soon got bored of her. she wasn’t into the things that he was, which made hongjoong confused because she said she liked it rough.

and it’s not like he did anything that she wouldn’t want, he made sure to respect her boundaries. but he was tired of being vanilla, so he opted to do the one thing he never thought he’d do,

sign up as sugar daddy

“mingi, are you sure this is a good idea?” hongjoong said, his thumbs swiping up and down the screen of his phone. they’ve had no luck so far, only finding sketchy accounts that seem to be run by bots. “Yeah, I mean I got olivia from this app.”

“that doesn’t mean shit, dude.” san chuckled, slapping mingi upside the head. online dating is one thing, but finding a sugar baby who only really wants money is another. 

it was hard finding someone who wasn’t only there for money, and he knew it would probably take a while before he found someone, considering money is the only reason they even had an account.

he wanted someone to take care of, to get his mind away from work and only focus on the way she felt wrapped around him, focusing on the sharp gasps for air that left her mouth.

“guys, I think we should just give up alread-”

san snatched hongjoong’s phone from mingi’s hand, motioning towards him with a wide smirk on his face. “I think you’ll like her. read the description.”

hongjoong laughed, surprised at how excited san seemed to be. he looked down at his phone, mouth agape at the words on screen. he’d never seen someone as intriguing as you, and the white lace you had on only made it harder for him to not press message right then and there.

introduction

hey baby, my name’s rose. are you my next sugar daddy? I’m 22 years old, and I’m looking for someone who always has time for me. 

what are my interests?

I love painting, and photography is a close second on my favorites. I’m open to just about anything, so I don’t mind it if we have different hobbies.

hard no’s in bed?

nope, I’m open to anything and everything. maybe even a little bit of pain..

"you can breath if you want." san said, and hongjoong scoffed at the younger ones words.

he couldn't peel his eyes away from the screen, you were just too pretty. and he knew he had to have you.

"you guys can leave now, I think we're done here."

—

as soon as he saw you walk into the restaurant, he knew this was going to be a long night.

you had on a black dress with small slits on the side of it that made him want to bend you over the table you two were about to eat on.

he stood up from his seat to greet you, pulling out your chair and gesturing you to sit. "you look beautiful, rose."

he really didn't know what else to say, and the words left his mouth so effortlessly.

you couldn't lie that he looked more than handsome, and you felt slightly intimidated by the look in his eyes.

"thank you. and you look really nice, too."

it was a long and comfortable evening, but you couldn't help but tease him every now and then.

sometimes by going to "grab a napkin", but just using it as an excuse to show off your cleavage. or even going as far as to flirt with the waiter, slightly touched their arm when they would bring a new glass of water.

hongjoong lost it when you both had ordered dessert, and you decided it would be a good idea to suck the chocolate off the spoon while looking right in his eyes.

you loved his reactions, and you could tell you'd be in for it tonight. but after all, that was your whole plan.

this seemed different than all of your other sugar daddy's. he was genuinely interested in you, and not only for the sex. even though, you wouldn't mind it if he was.

"I can tell what you're doing, and you might want to stop while you can," he said, leaning in towards you.

you smirked at him, tilting your head to the side. "I don't think I understand what you mean, hongjoong."

scoffing, he waved down the host to bring the check. "I doubt that, sweetheart."

—

maybe teasing him was a bad idea. because as soon as you walked through the front door of his apartment he had your clothes scattered across the floor, already leading you to his room and on the bed.

“what’s your name, baby?” his voice was deep as he whispered into your ear, biting down on the shell of it as he sat you on his lap.

you leaned back, hands resting on his chest. “rose, I thought you knew?”

he chuckled, “no, you’re real name.”

you didn’t know what to say to him. no one has ever asked you for your real name, let alone care enough to ask if rose was your actual one. you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face when he brushed his hand against your cheek, feeling the warmth through his actions.

you hesitated, leaning back into his touch. “it’s y/n..” 

your lips brushed against his as you spoke, and you could taste the chocolate ice cream from earlier on them. 

he hummed, his hands running up and down your body before he placed his thumb on your lip, trapping your jaw between his pointer finger and thumb. it was a soft movement, and it took your body by surprise when he tilted your head to the side so he could place wet, hot kisses all over your chest.

no one has ever done that before, and you loved the rush it gave your body. you tried your hardest to keep your legs from closing around his waist, but your underwear was starting to rub against you in a way that had your mouth closing to keep any noises from escaping your mouth.

“mhm, y/n,” he groaned into your skin. it was a beautiful name, and he thought it fit you all too well.

maybe it was the way he felt your wetness when you brushed against his shirt that had him flip you over, or it could’ve been because of the lingerie you had on. but he needed to hear you, taste you, anything that would have you screaming his name over and over again. 

you gasped when he un-clipped your bra and pulled it off, tossing it on the ground and getting on his knees in front of you. 

“I’ve been trying to picture how you’d look like this,” his hands ran up your legs, pushing them apart, “but nothing that I’ve imagined could ever compare to the view I have right now.”

your hands gripped the sheets beneath you as you took in everything. his lips as he dragged them up your thighs, the way his fingers teased the hem of your panties. and the way his eyes never once left yours. 

“hongjoong,” you moaned as you felt him pull your underwear from your body as he returned back to his previous place. “please just do something already.”

he teased you, kissing right above where you needed him the most. he'd usually tease you since that's what you'd done to him. but right now there's no time for that.

he pressed the flat of his tongue against your clit, flicking up into it and moaning around you. your head dropped back, and you couldn't help the whine the left your mouth.

"fuck, right there."

he made sure to take his time with you, wanting to make you come more than once tonight. his movements were slow at first, but they got faster with every moan you let past your lips.

his lips parted from your core, slipping a finger in you and groaning at how wet you were. "you taste so good,"

he felt you clench around him, and he easily slipped in another finger while watching your mouth drop open again.

his mouth found its way back to your clit as he sucked on it hard, curling his fingers to push you over the edge.

"h-hongjoong!" you clenched one last time around his fingers, feeling yourself tense up when his teeth grazed your clit.

he sat up slowly, enjoying your fucked out face more than he should. and as pretty as you looked right now, he wanted to see tears streaming down your face while making you come.

you were already tired and he hasn't even fucked you yet, so to say you were excited would be an understatement.

without warning, he flipped you onto your stomach and spread your thighs apart, pulling his boxers down.

his hand grabbed the base of his cock and he dragged it up your core, his knees digging into the matress behind you.

he pushed in slowly, making sure you were comfortable and not in pain. your eyes fluttered closed at your good he felt, and you clenched tightly around him when his finger moved to draw circles around your clit.

just like earlier, his strokes were slow. but with every passing moment his hips seemed to have a mind of their own and his place quickened.

you felt one of his hands press on the small of your back, pushing you into the matress.

the angle that you were at now had you screaming his name, and you could feel his cock hit all the places your fingers never could.

he made a warmth spread through your body when he angled his hips a certain way, hitting that one spot inside of you that made a silent scream come out.

"you close, baby? gonna make a mess on my cock?"

you couldn't tell if it was because of your previous orgasm, but you came as soon as those words left his mouth, nail ripping the bed sheets as you came around him.

hongjoong's head fell back as you came, his bangs sticking to his forehead from all the sweat he's built up.

it wasn't long after you came that he pulled out, ropes of his cum lining your back as he took in the view.

you slumped onto the bed legs giving out while he went to the bathroom and turned the shower on.

never in his life has he ever taken a shower with someone, only grabbing a wet towel to clean them up. but this felt different, and he felt the need to pamper you after all the stress he's put on your body.

"can you walk, baby, or do you want me to carry you?"

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[jbreenr]

Déjà Vu –Bucky Barnes.

Summary: You and Bucky keep having those kinds of encounters and none of you know how.

Warning: poorly written smut (if you're under 18 please, don't read), unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), alcohol, a bit of swearing, i think that's it.

Word count: almost 4k.

A/N: so, this is the first imagine i post here and it also is the first one in english (not my first language) so don't be too hard on me, i tried my best. lack of vocabulary, grammatical and orthography mistakes are all my fault. corrections, feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Inspired by Déjà Vu –Voilà.

ᴹʸ ᵍⁱᶠ

You weren't sure how it happened, let alone how it all started, but here you were, legs tangled in bed sheets that were not yours, head resting on a pillow that was not yours, the air smelling like a cologne that certainly was not yours, and a strong and now partially warm metal arm wrapped around your waist.

Trying to turn to face the owner of said arm seemed to be the most difficult mission you ever had due to the buzz in your head that made you stop for a second so the room would stop spinning before your eyes.

You knew the headache was going to be bad, except you did not think this bad.

The first clear memory of last night popping in your head: you asking Sam to hand you the fifty dollars of the bet. Of course you were able to drink all those shots and stay on your feet for the rest of the party.

It had started boring as usual. Not that the music was bad or too low, but the fact that you had to attend every single party Tony hosted should be considered torture. You only wanted to go to bed, for God's sake!

The dance floor was full of people, the sofas were all occupied and the bar was not the exception; two bartenders were not enough to keep everyone happy with a drink on their hand.

Still, you managed to have one the whole time you were there and by the time you were taking your ninth shot, you started to feel a little dizzy. Maybe, it was the way you sat up too fast and turned on your heels with a specific destination: the improvised dance floor.

If you were staying, at least you'd make sure it was worth it.

Taking Sam's hand (the one that was not filling your cup with tequila again) and putting the money inside your bra, you tried to guide him to the center of the dance floor but, considering the big amount of people trying to do the same, you decided you'd be dancing somewhere near the sofas where Steve and Nat were sitting, talking.

Your dance moves were all innocent, even ridiculous; arms and hips moving to the beat of the song in a synchronized rhythm, changing your weight from foot to foot slightly to give the illusion of a real choreography, Sam doing the same in front of you.

Laughing at your own movements, you jumped turning to the left, trying to recreate La Macarena –or your version of it– when you saw him.

Dark long hair tied up in a small ponytail brushing the back of his neck, a pair of shorter locks falling to the sides of his face, framing it perfectly; black suit trousers so tight on his legs that you were sure they were going to break at any moment; light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up his elbows, making him look thicker than usual; vibrant blue eyes sparking like reflectors from where he was sitting; flesh hand playing with a glass of what seemed to be whiskey; vibranium arm with thin golden lines caressing a blonde's tight…

You snapped out of your trance only to evaporate the sweat in your body with the rush of hot anger that ran all the way from your toes to your ears.

Why were you angry? You had no idea. You only knew that it was unacceptable. He could not do that. Not in front of you.

It was until you took a wrong step back almost falling on your ass that you noticed you had stopped dancing. Sam's hand wrapped around your arm to keep you from actually falling. Steadying yourself, you cursed yourself for listening to Nat when she said that you'd look amazing in those high heels. Who would pay attention to your shoes when you were wearing a freaking black strapless dress that did little to cover your body?

The answer was looking right at you, sitting in an armchair next to that beautiful woman, who was talking about something he had lost interest moments ago when his eyes finally met your figure from a far, now traveling down your legs to lock his gaze on your heels.

Even from where you were standing you could see his jaw clenching and his hand forming a fist, the hand that was not tapping the blonde's leg. His drink, now forgotten on the table in front of him.

“You alright?” Sam's question was followed by his hand leaving your arm. You turned to him.

That's when you had the idea. Probably, the worst and best idea you had ever had.

“Yeah,” you said nodding. “We were in the middle of something, right?” The innocent look you gave him made him follow the game.

“We were, indeed.”

“Let's keep doing it, then.” The smirk on your lips, making Sam raise his right eyebrow in confusion.

And it felt as if the universe wanted it to happen, as if the Gods wanted to know what was next because just as you turned again, softly slamming your back to Sam's chest and started swinging your hips against him, the electronic music changed to a song you knew would help you with what you had planned.

“(Y/n), what are you doing?” Sam's laughter rumbled in your ear as you swayed.

“Just dance, Falcon. Have some fun.”

Raising your arms, you gave him permission to place his hands on your hips, which he did hesitant at first. But when he understood (or at least, he thought) that you were only enjoying the music, his grip on you became stronger and more confident. After all, most people around you were dancing the same way.

Opening your eyes, you tried to find the super soldier but in vain. The sofa he and his friend had been sitting on was now occupied by other people and you could only imagine one reason.

The song was coming to an end and you turned again to face Sam, who was smiling at you.

“It was a pleasure to dance with you, but right now, I need to go dust my nose.” You said in a false cordial voice and bowed with exaggeration, placing your hand in the cleavage of your dress.

“Those drinks are making their work already? Ouch!” he complained when you hit him in the shoulder. “The pleasure was mine.” He bowed back and walked to the other side of the dance floor, easily finding another partner to spend the rest of the party with.

You didn't need to go to the bathroom. Not really. That was only the excuse you gave to finally head to your room and take off that dress and heels that were killing you.

You hadn't taken three steps out of the party when you felt a hand close on your arm and drag you up the stairs.

In all honesty, if his grip wasn't that firm, you could have fallen on your knees more than once on your way to where the bedrooms were.

Only when the door was closed behind you was when you noticed you were not in your room. The bed was perfectly done and the nightstand didn't have your current reading on it. You were in Bucky's room.

Blurry memories of previous visits filled your head like flashing lights: your hands tightly clutched around the headboard, your feet slipping from the edge of the bed, your back pressed against the wall, your knees and elbows buried in the mattress. It felt like you'd been there a thousand times before.

Bucky wandered around the room like a lion inside a jail, his steps heavy against the floor and his hands trying to pull back the hair tickling his cheeks.

With a loud sigh, he finally turned and almost ran in your direction. The look in his eyes was something you've seen somewhere before.

“Wha-- what the fuck you think you were doing back there?” His question took you by surprise, even though it shouldn't have. It had been your main goal all the time.

“'Doing' what? What do you mean?” You decided that playing dumb was the best way to get on his nerves and apparently, it was working.

The super soldier bit the inside of his cheek trying to keep his composure. He was not having any of it.

“Don't try and act all innocent, as if you didn't know you were practically offering yourself to Sam with that stupid dance of yours.”

“I'm surprised you even noticed,” Taking a step ahead, you shortened the distance between you two. You knew he wouldn't find you intimidating, but at least he'd know you weren't afraid of him. “when you were too busy lifting the little skirt of that girl up her legs.”

His eyes darkened and he took a step closer, his face staying only a few inches from yours.

“'Little skirt', uh? What about this pathetic attempt of a dress?” His hands traveled from the sides of your breasts to your hips and stopped at the hem of the dress (that was too short for your liking, but you weren't going to tell him so).

“Sam seemed to like it.”

Faster than you thought was possible, he gripped the hem and drew you towards him, making your smaller form crash against him, your lips barely touching his while he leaned to be at your height.

“Do I look like I care about what he likes? Not even you care about it.” His grip on the dress had softened unconsciously. “I know all you wanted to do was to make me all bothered, except you did not think I'd fix that with someone else, someone better.”

With all your strength, you pushed him back by his chest –which only caused him to take three steps back of pure shock– and your right hand landed on his face with a SMACK!

If his eyes were dark before, now they were on fire. Anger and something else that you couldn't decipher radiated from his pupils.

“Fuck you, Barnes.” Your voice, nothing but poison.

Bucky started to shorten the distance again and you didn't know what to expect: Him yelling at you? A punch? Both? Either way, you were prepared for anything.

Or so you thought.

His metal hand took you by the waist pressing your bodies together and his flesh hand traveled to the back of your head to push your face to his in a hungry kiss.

At first, you were surprised. That was not the kind of smack you were wanting for. Not that you were complaining.

His tongue wanted to make its way inside your mouth but you wouldn't open it, so he took a handful of your hair and pulled, making you whine at the feeling and finally parting your lips just enough for him to do as he pleased.

You tried to resist, how much you wanted to but oh, if it was impossible. So you let yourself get lost in the kiss.

The familiar sensation in your lower belly and the way your legs trembled told you that you were fucked and before you knew it, you were gasping for air. Seemingly, you had forgotten how to breathe while Bucky's lips devoured yours in such a feral way.

With a quick movement, Bucky let go of your hip and hair and his hands went directly to the back of your thighs, indicating you to jump and cross your feet on his lower back, which you did gracefully despite the amount of alcohol in your system.

At no point your lips separated, not that any of your wanted them to.

Your hands intertwined in the back of his neck and pulled his hair softly making him groan in your mouth. It was not difficult to get rid of the hair tie, and once it was gone, Bucky's hair fell to the sides, brushing your face.

Bucky moved to the bed and sat on it, keeping you on his lap, straddling him. His hands moved all along your legs, just the way you imagined he did with his friendly friend back in the party and your blood boiled.

Pulling his hair again, but with more strength this time, you separated his face from yours, looking into his eyes with what he interpreted as disgust.

“Really think that Barbie is better than me?” you asked, your heavy breathing causing your breast to rise ang go down rapidly.

Bucky smirked, clearly enjoying the view of you asking such a thing. “You know I don't, doll. Just gotta make sure you don't forget I'm better than him.”

Having said that, the sound of a zipper opening was audible and soon the cold air of the room hit your back.

You recognized the feeling of Bucky's hands traveling from your thighs to your waist under the dress, to end up pulling it off of your body and tossing it across the room. It, falling right in the same spot they always did. Your lips, only separated when you rose your arms to take off the dress.

It was Bucky's turn to pull away, eyes glued to your bra. Its intense red color was driving him crazy, but not as much as the thong, which was far from being a proper piece of underwear, covering your drenching cunt.

With a quick movement, Bucky undid your bra, letting it fall past the bed with the fifty dollars slipping right after. And as if you didn't feel too exposed already, his hands ripped the thin sides of your remaining clothing, dragging it from behind, causing the fabric to rub against your clit roughly. You closed your eyes when a moan escaped your lips.

The sound of the fabric tearing apart bringing a memory of that night you were feeling waisted.

“Hey! Those were my favorite!” you had said right after he ripped your baby pink lace panties.

“Not anymore.”

Bucky's lips traveled from your jaw to your neck, finding that spot that had you trembling in his lap.

Deciding he was wearing too much clothes, your hands found their way from his still covered shoulders to his chest, looking for the first button, willing to unfasten it but once you realized it was going to be a more difficult task than you had expected, you decided to give him a payback for what he did a few weeks before.

Grabbing the shirt tightly, you pulled it, causing the buttons to fly out in all directions, clacking against the walls and floor.

“Are you kidding?” Bucky's mouth was no longer on you. “It was really expensive!” His eyes, telling you he wasn't lying. You almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“Not anymore.”

A knowing look took over his face. He also remembered.

“Nice one, doll. Let's see what else we can reprise from that day.”

Taking you by your ass and making you gasp, he stood up and turned to the bed, throwing you into the center of the soft mattress the second he was fully facing it. You felt small compared to him, his big frame taking off the now useless shirt obstructing the view of the rest of the room for you.

Watching him undo his belt and pushing down his pants and boxers at the same time was too much for you to witness. You closed your legs trying to relieve the sensation between them.

“No, doll. Don't do that, that's why I'm here.”

His palms massaged your ankles, both flesh and metal hands cold, taking off your heels.

His delicate touch was killing you, you wanted him to go higher, to go faster, to touch you where you needed him the most.

And it was as if he read your mind. His face lowered to rub his nose against your left leg, placing a kiss in your ankle and traveling up your thigh with his chin rubbing your skin. His facial hair tickled you but you didn't mind. You liked the feeling.

His face was at the height of your core and he knew by the way you buckled your hips that you were soaked. He didn't need to check to be sure, he could smell it.

Wet kisses and purple hickeys adorned your stomach by the time his mouth reached your breasts. One, he massaged with his metal hand, the coldness provoking goosebumps to run all over your body. The other was being attacked by his tongue and sucking lips.

When his teeth bit your nipple, your back arched and one of your legs slightly raised having minimal contact with Bucky's hard dick. The pressure of your chest against Bucky's mouth, muffled a groan coming from his throat.

With a soft pop he released your tit. “You know?” he asked, opening your legs and positioning himself between them. “As much as I'd love to take my sweet time with you, I can't wait to fuck you into oblivion.”

His tip was leaking precum already, you swore you saw his member twitch the second you bit your lower lip.

He started teasing you, rubbing his shaft from your entrance to your clit repeatedly, coating himself with your juices.

“For God's sake, Barnes, just do it!”

That was everything he needed to hear to finally enter you, stretching you out with his hardness without any warning.

A loud scream was swallowed by Bucky's lips when he leaned to kiss you. Tongues fighting for dominance in a heated battle.

His vibranium hand had yours pinned above your head, immobilizing them and keeping you from moving, from touching him. Flesh hand next to your head, preventing his full weight from crashing you.

Seconds passed until he felt your body adapting and accepting the new intruder, that's when he began to move, a slow pace at first, it felt like he wanted to make sure you were really there, too caught up in the painful pleasure he was feeling.

He separated from your face, enjoying the moment, you were just fascinated looking at his expression.

When a particular deep trust hit your g spot, the moan that left your mouth brought Bucky back to reality. His eyes opened in a snap and what you saw in them made you want to run away from that room and to stay under him forever at the same time.

Lust and hunger danced on his eyes, fire and need distilling from his pores.

The concentration look in Bucky's face gave you the second best idea of the night.

“C'mon, Barnes.” Containing a cry, you murmured. “I know you can do better.” Saying that you knew was more of an affirmation than a comment in the heat of the moment.

An arrogant smile drawn on Bucky's lips was followed by him quickening his pace. His now warm metal hand let go of yours to take control over your hips that were bucking up to meet his, accompanied with the hoarse sounds coming out of your mouth. He pinned you down with his fingers buried in your flesh, surely leaving some dark bruises to remember his excellent performance.

One of your hands flew back, trying to hold onto something for dear life while the other scratched, with black painted nails, Bucky's back. Meanwhile, he kept pounding you harder with each trust.

“You like it, baby girl? Bet Sam can't do it as good.” His words were dry, forcefully said along with one of his hands finding you where your bodies connected and pressing your clit roughly to prove a point.

It was talking all of you to find a coherent sentence to give as an answer. The way his body slammed yours, creating a delicious clapping sound, having your full attention.

“Wouldn't be so sure about that.” You almost whispered in a voice you didn't recognize as yours.

“Really?” One particular deep trust hit that sweet spot again making you arch your back and clench around him. A high pitched sound leaving your lips and a low groan leaving his. “Cause, from where I see it, it is me who's giving you the time of your life.”

He repeated the action again and again. Your breasts bounced up every time your bodies collided.

“Fuck.” Bucky's lips kissed your shoulder, his breath made you shiver and the feeling of his teeth grazing your hot skin causing a new memory to pop in your brain.

“God, you're perfect.” His hands squished your butt cheeks and moved you up and down to keep you riding him.

“Is that what you say to all the girls you get laid with?” You rolled your hips, challenging him to tell you.

“I've only said that to you, doll.” His words muffled in your neck followed by an assault of bites and dark marks.

He resumed the movement of his fingers against your clit, faster and applying more pressure this time.

“Ugh, just like that, yeeees!” A single tear of ecstasy fell from your eye, ruining the white pillowcase with the smallest stain of eyeliner.

As pleasure took over your body, you struggled to keep your eyes open. Your mouth parted and let a sinful groan fall from it when your orgasm finally hit you.

“Yes, baby girl, cum for me.”

Your clenching walls enveloped him so tight that his movements faltered for a second. He quickened the pace, riding you out of your release and spilling inside you, coating you with his seed.

An experimental trust before he pulled out of you made you cry out. Both your juices and his cum dripping in the now ruined bed.

Bucky rolled to his side and pulled you closer to him, embracing you in a hug. Your breathing, slowly returning to normal.

“Damn, we're gonna regret this in the morning.” You affirmed half asleep, resting your head on Bucky's chest.

Your head position didn't let you see Bucky's sad smile. “Yeah, we will.”

Once you turned your whole body to Bucky you couldn't hide the confused look that took over your face. You didn't remember how you got there, let alone why you were there. Why was it happening to you again?

Watching him like that, so peaceful, it almost made you feel bad for what you were about to do.

“My God, Barnes, let go of me!” you said loud enough to make him open a lazy eye trying to focus on you, the sound of your own voice increasing the pain in your head.

“What are you doing here?” His raspy voice did things to you in ways it shouldn't.

“That's an excellent question. I'd like to know the answer too.”

He sat, the sheet falling from his shoulders to where his public hair started. Immediately, you turned to the ceiling.

“Last thing I remember is you dancing that silly Friends routine with Sam and then… a smell of coconut.” That was the scent of your body wash.

You knew you were naked, except your brain didn't process what that meant until then.

“Ugh, not again.” You covered your face with your hands, trying to keep the sheets at the height of your chest with your arms to cover it as much as possible. “This can't keep happening.”

“Why not?” His question was followed by a yawning. “It is always good to wake up to your back pressed against me.”