#that soft ass ending snuck up on me too okay

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: fratboy!mingyu, same couple as this fic (can be read as a standalone tho), established relationship, mingyu is whipped as per usual, wonwoo's mentioned to be reader's brother, afab reader, smut, soft sex, riding, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 1459

a/n: was so happy to hear ppl liked this couple :D here's a link to the main fic! i'll periodically write more lil drabbles for them so if u have any ideas my asks are open <3

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"g-gyu! i have to go. i cant keep being late!", you whined at him as he nuzzled his head into your neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin there.

it was yet another night you'd spent over at mingyu's frat. you were currently in bed with the man, pinned down by his strong arms.

despite having shared rooms with wonwoo before, mingyu had made a case to allow for him and wonwoo to have separate rooms, arguing that they'd been members of the frat for over a year by now and deserved some privileges due to seniority. fortunately for mingyu, his insistence was not met with much pushback, leading to wonwoo moving his things out and into one of the empty rooms in the frat about a week later. what the rest of frat members hadn't known however, was that mingyu's insistence was born purely out of his need to sneak you into his room night after night without having your brother get in the way.

he continued kissing at your neck without a single care in the world, still holding you against him, "baby, it's fine. i used to skip my freshman year all the time. they won't miss you."

"gyu! i wanna keep my gpa, ive been late three times this week. i'll be back in an hour, just be patient," you managed to unwrap yourself from him and wobble your way up, legs still weak from last night.

he dramatically groaned, allowing his back to flop onto the bed, "why do you hate me?"

jesus, he was so dramatic.

you sighed to yourself and approached him again, pulling at his hands to get him to sit up again. he let his body be limp, causing him to end up leaning against you once you'd pulled him all the way up. he took advantage of the angle and wrapped his arms against you once more, not pulling you against him this time but still keeping a light hold on you.

"stop being dramatic! we had sex last night! we'll have sex again today! just wait for me to get back, okay, baby?"

he chuckled at this, leaning up once more to try and kiss at you, "is it bad that i want you, baby?", he was teasing you, you could tell, "i've only had you to myself for a month. can you blame me for wanting you every day? i waited for years to have you, remember?", with this, he began to pull you towards him, easily getting you to straddle his legs on the bed.

"of ... of course not," you sighed out as his kisses became more and more sensual, now running his hands up and down your bare back.

you were too weak for him. you'd only managed to get off the bed for a few seconds, not even getting a single article of clothing on before he got you right back on his bed.

"so you'll let me take care of you, right baby?", he breathed against your ear, placing a playful bite on it as his hands lowered and lowered until landing on your ass, groping and toying with it. he instigated you, encouraging you to begin grinding against him at a slow and sensual tempo. everything felt slower in the early hours of the morning.

this was a common occurrence for you two ever since you'd first confessed your feelings for one another a little over a month ago. he'd expressed to you how badly he'd wanted you for years, knowing you'd only recently began to like him and wanting to give you time to process your feelings before confessing. but once you'd confessed, it led to endless time together. you were even more attached to the hip than you'd been as best friends, if that was even possible. with full support from both wonwoo and all your friends, you and mingyu had become inseparable, leading you to spend most of your nights being snuck into mingyu's frat.

you'd grown thirsty for each other, having had to hold back on your desires for each other for too long before growing to desperate and resulting in the night mingyu finally had you in his room a month ago. ever since then, mingyu had insisted on keeping you to himself day after day, just like last night, when he'd insisted you stay over (again) after having fucked you into the mattress late into the night.

the issue was, mingyu was a bit insatiable. even after that first night, even after being caught by wonwoo immediately after, he had insisted on fucking you again in the morning. just like now, as he managed to get you on your back again, legs spread as he laid his weight on top of you and ground his bare length against your folds.

you whined at him, wanting more than just friction. if he was gonna keep you from going to class, the least he could do was actually fuck you. you somehow managed to flip the gigantic man over (ok, he mightve let you do it ..), positioning yourself on top of him before lowering yourself on him.

"fuck! yeah, baby, that's it. such a good girl ..." he groaned upon feeling your walls close up around him. "gonna imprint my dick in you, baby. keep you all to myself," one thing about mingyu was his constant need to whisper filthy things in your ear as he made your eyes roll back.

he quickly took control of your hips, holding them down whenever he wanted to cant his hips upwards against yours, or sometimes simply guiding your hips to allow you to grind your clit against him at a speed that made your toes curl.

"g-gyu! shit! just like that!"

"right there, pretty? shit, is that the spot?", he took your whines as confirmation, beginning to ram his hips into yours even faster, lowering his hand between both of you in order to toy with your clit.

you threw your head back, feeling lightheaded at the way in he covered all bases of your pleasure, not only hitting your g spot consistently but also rubbing your clit at a tempo that had all air leaving your head. he was even at some points alternating between sucking your tongue into his mouth and lowering his head to lick and bite your boobs. in the very short period of time you'd been dating, mingyu had figured out everything you liked. every weak spot, he had dominated, knowing what brought you pleasure even better than yourself.

"'m gonna cum, fuck! don't stop!", you knew he didn't need any warning with how familiar he was with your body, but you just couldn't help but be vocal when around him.

"i know, pretty. cum for me, yeah? want you gushing all around me- shit! then ... then im gonna fill you up like a cute lil creampie. okay, baby?" he said this as he felt you tighten around him, a clear tell that you were seconds away from reaching ultimate bliss.

your orgasm triggered his, making him bury his head in your chest as you rode your high still tightly wrapped around him. even when you tried to unglue yourself from him, he kept you shoved against him for a few more seconds, lightly grinding against you for some extra stimulation despite how sensitive you both were after yet another intense orgasm shared between the two of you.

"shit .. it was worth it, wasn't it?", was his immediate response to you finally catching your breath.

"you're gonna make me flunk out of college," you deadpanned, not serious at all.

"good. that way i can keep you he-"

"can you guys shut the fuck up? i'm still sharing a wall with you, jesus christ," the sound of banging against the wall had interrupted you, wonwoo's voice cutting through.

the both of you remained silent for a minute, staring at each other with wide eyes.

"dude! you didn't tell me wonwoo was staying right next door!", you whisper-shouted, embarrassed your brother might've heard you.

"i didnt know he could hear us!", he whispered back. he got up and stuck his ear to the wall before speaking up again, at full volume this time, "how much did you hear?"

wonwoo waited a beat or two before you could hear his response through the wall.

"i put on my headphones every time i see you sneak her in. just go to her dorm, for fuck's sakes."

well, so much for not getting caught sneaking into the dorm past the allowed visitation hours.

mingyu hummed at this, turning to speak to you now.

"he kinda has a point, baby. how come i haven't fucked you in your dorm?"

[romanoffsbish]

Found Family

Yelena Belova x F!R

WandaNat 🤰🏼❤️

Request: @/modedddd | 3,168 Words

Weddings—What total fucking chaos…

Warnings: Alcohol, Violence, Puking (but like soft ass, nauseating fluff)

"Wanda, are you sure the fitting went well?" You huffed involuntarily as you tried for the umpteenth time to get the zipper to reach the top of her dress, "Maybe it shrunk hon?"

Wanda turned to you with tears in her eyes, you could see a secret settled beneath the surface of her shining viridescent orbs, but her wobbling lip prevented her from offering it up.

"Oh honey," you saw the soft baby bump as her dress now pooled at her hips, "It'll be okay, what's a wedding without a few hiccups?"

——

Wanda smiled instinctually at your offered comfort, the world could be on fire, but you would still find the beauty for her somehow.

"What are we going to do?" Wanda asked in a whisper, and you tightened your hold on her.

"Well, the wedding is in six hours," you looked to your watch, "How about we run to our safe space, then we can magically fix the problem?"

Wanda pulled away from you with a genuine smirk, you always found the best solutions.

"Can I get extra toppings?" Wanda wagered, and you nodded amusedly, "Then it's a deal!"

After Wanda changed back into her comfy loungewear the both of you snuck out of her dressing room, and right on out of the venue.

—

Kate had been excited to be playing such a pivotal part in Wanda and Natasha's special day's events. The excitable girl was skipping around with her bedazzled clipboard, making sure the workers knew where to place the flower arrangements, then she was calling the caterers to triple check on the delivery time for the various plates, and she continued to do such work until she arrived to Wanda's door.

"Hey ladies it's Kate, I'm just checking in to make sure we're staying on time," she called out as she knocked softly, but there wasn't a call back. Kate tried a few more times, and with the continued silence she grew worried, so without further thought she opened the door.

The worry she felt only increased as she found the room empty, she was panicked when she saw Wanda's dress in a heap on the floor, and in that state she called Yelena on FaceTime, offering no privacy as she yelled, "They're gone, we have a runaway bride, and her bestie too."

"WE HAVE A WHAT?" Natasha shrieked, and Yelena muttered underneath her breath, "Pochemu ya?" before throwing back her flute of champagne, and turning her focus to her frazzled older sister. "It will all be okay."

(Why me?)

—

"So, is this a 'oh no she knocked me up' wedding?" You teased your best friend, you cackled as her nose scrunched up in pure offense. "No, and you very well know that!"

"Yeah, but for all the secret keeping on your end I felt it was only fair to tease you babes."

"We didn't expect it to happen so fast," Wanda muffled her admittance over a spoonful of her fro yo, "But with my magic it's apparently a sped up process. I am technically only a week in, but at last weeks scan they said I was three."

You remained unexpectedly silent as you ogled your friends bowl, it was literally towering over the lip of the bowl, and the toppings were what you'd expect to see on a sociopath's bowl.

Who pairs mango boba pearls with chocolate syrup, and pieces of coconut? A menace...

When you took notice of her glare you brought yourself back into the conversation, "Weeks?"

"Months," she groaned as she dropped her gaze to the bump that she could no longer hide, it'd become even larger since you'd left the venue.

"Yeah, I am afraid that makes sense now."

—

Natasha was pacing around her dressing room, there was no way Wanda would have cold feet.

Right? No, she loved her just as much as she did, so why the hell is she nowhere in sight?

"Sestra, calm yourself, I'll find them."

Natasha glared at her sister, "You better."

"Why would they even leave?" Kate questioned, and Yelena swiftly glared in her direction, "Y/N doesn't do things without good reason, she is her maid of honor for a reason Kate Bishop."

Yelena didn't mean to snap, but truthfully she was worried that you hypothetically helping Wanda run meant that the life she wanted with you maybe wasn't the one you wanted with her.

—

"Y/N?" Wanda hesitantly called out to you, she could see the way you were concealing your own panic to keep hers at bay, it didn't work.

"Don't," you pleaded, "We'll be there soon, it's okay, there's no need to panic Wanda, please."

Wanda rested back against the seat, she wasn't going to press you further. It wasn't your fault there was standstill traffic on the highway, how were either of you to know about a nearby basketball game taking place. Had you known you would've stayed off the freeway, especially since the next exit was two miles out, and the wedding was meant to start in two hours.

It wasn't intentional, but the two of you let time get away from you as you giddily roamed the city in search for baby items. Wanda let you peek at the baby's genders in her purse, they (Wanda) wanted a party for that, and there was really no one better to throw it than you. It wasn't until you looked over a receipt that you clocked the time, and rushed to get back.

"I'm sorry," you couldn't keep it in anymore, you were literally the worst maid of honor.

"Hey," the witch reached for your hand over the console, "You are doing everything right, I needed this, they'll understand if we're late."

The sound of a loud noise startled you both, your gazes shifting to the illuminated dash.

My Stinky Girl (Yelena Belova) is calling...

You gulped, then nodded to the witch who was hovering over the green button, "Heyyy..."

"Don't hey me, where the hell are you?" The blonde shrieked, but then she sighed, "Hi..."

"We're on the highway," you meekly answered.

"Why?"

"To get hitched in Vegas, we realized we had the wrong partners," Wanda deadpanned.

"You stay away from my girlfriend Maximoff."

The witch cackled, "Calm your vests Lena."

You could hear your girlfriend inhale, she was two seconds from a freak out. "Yelena, why don't you ask Natasha about the beans?" You instructed the irritated blonde, "We'll wait."

Yelena trusted you, so without questioning you further she turned to her sister instead. With a shy smile the redhead proceeded to spill them.

"Oh my gosh!" Yelena was grinning, you could hear it, your heart swelled at her excitement, "Detka, we're going to be such cool aunties!"

"Yeah, we are," you chuckled, sharing a fond look with your best friend as the two of you piggybacked off your lover's excitement, and you envisioned a future where you were more.

"How long until you're back? We can stall."

"I am not sure, it's a twenty minute drive, but the traffic is at a standstill, so probably hours."

"Why don't you just mind warp the people to drive faster Wanda?" Kate asked, and you could hear a slap followed up by a shriek.

"Yelena, be nice!" You reprimanded her, and bit back a laugh when she grumbled curses.

"You know how I feel about stupid solutions."

"Actually," you looked at Wanda, and she nodded, there was no harm done if you got traffic to cease to exist right? "We're doing it."

"Wait!" Yelena shouted, "I have a better idea!"

Wanda looked to you fearfully, and it checked out because not even a moment later were you both upchucking the fro yo onto the ground.

"How was that better Lena?" You looked at your lover who was quickly approaching you, she shrugged, "It seemed like a good idea."

Pietro smirked at you as he held his sisters hair back, "It was so fun, pretending to have super strength as I ran you here to save the day."

"Yeah, your noodle arms could never have done that without my help," Wanda grumbled, shoving her brother away, and nuzzling into her wife to be's arms instead, "Hi lovebug..."

Natasha's cheeks turned crimson, Wanda's delirious muttering of her 'behind closed doors' nickname had her feeling put on the spot, but she also knew she meant no harm, so she softly kissed her temple, "Welcome back detka."

"We have a wedding to get to," Kate reminded everyone, and you looked to Wanda knowingly.

"Go, we've got this," you ushered everyone off, then with a reserved softness you reached for Wanda and worked a smattering of miracles.

—

The ceremony went off without any further hitches, it wasn't until the reception that things got interesting again. You watched with rapt attention as a drunken Pietro approached girl after girl with no luck, it was very amusing.

"What's so funny?" Yelena asked, the deepened rasp in her tone enough to tell you she'd been drinking; Pietro was probably her doing.

"Pietro has no game," you mused, tipping your nearly empty glass in his direction, Yelena burst into laughter once she saw him pouting, "Oh my gosh, he looks like a wounded puppy, how funny." You snorted at your girlfriend's odd sense of humor, "Yeah, his pride is gone."

"Welp, sucks for him," Yelena shrugs, then turns to you with a smug grin, "Care to dance?"  Yelena reached her hand out for yours, and you graciously accepted it as she pulled you from the table to the dance floor with the couple.

"You look absolutely gorgeous malysh," Yelena whispered before softly kissing your lips, she swiftly spun you out before you could reply, then she pulled your giggling form right back in, and you smiled at her. "As do you Lena."

The blonde smiled even wider, her cheeks tinting a subtle pink, something you wanted to tease her for, but you knew better than to ruin the sweet moment. After a few songs, where the both of you swayed around in your little bubble of love unbothered, a hand softly tugged you away from your lover. Natasha smiled at you, with her hand extended, and the two of you reluctantly exchanged partners.

"You're my favorite person," the redhead said almost as soon as she had you in her arms, "Natasha, I'm flattered, but I'm with Yelena, at your wedding mind you, have some class."

"Why must you ruin the moment?" She groaned, and you chuckled softly, "I'm your favorite, so really I can do whatever I wish."

"That you can," Natasha conceded, a soft smile overtook both your faces as you danced about.

The conversation between Yelena and Wanda was a smidge different. Yelena held her sister in law protectively as they barely even moved.

"You know, I'm not made of fluff Yelena," the witch teased, and the blonde huffed seriously, "You are carrying my future nieces or nephews, sue me for wanting to keep them safe."

Wanda gripped her by the shoulders, "Cute."

"Wanda Maximoff, I am not cute."

"Romanoff," she quickly corrected, the lovesick smile she wore nearly made your girlfriend gag.

"Now, before the song ends we must discuss important business," Wanda's face was now one of stoicism, "When are you proposing?"

Yelena grunted, "That's a personal question."

"Mhm, you're officially my sister now, and I am patiently waiting for you to make Y/N mine."

Yelena ignored her sister in law for a moment, she found herself staring at you from across the room, no matter the occasion her eyes always drifted to you, it was a reflex at this point. Her sister dipped you backwards, then repeatedly spun you so fast you couldn't stop laughing.

"See," Wanda called her out, following her gaze to be met with the sight of you, the smile the blonde wore was far too soft for Yelena's usual cold appearances, "You need to lock her in."

"She is already locked in," Yelena huffed, but she couldn't help but agree, "But I know, you are right, is that what you wanted to hear?"

Wanda smirked smugly instead of responding, and after a moment of awkward silence she released herself from the blondes strong hold.

"Don't worry Belova, I got your back," she winked as she walked away, then she tapped your shoulder to signal it was time to switch back, you smiled at her, a hand affectionately grazed over her bump, and Yelena found the sight to be a perfect glimpse into the future.

Her perfect little family, one she never thought possible, coming to fruition before her eyes. It nearly brought her to tears thinking about your hand on Wanda's belly as her own on yours.

When you caught the bouquet a few hours later Yelena saw the intentional wisps of red that floated it to your hold. She glared at the witch who wore a content smile, but it faded quickly as you jumped into her unsuspecting arms. Your body shook with excitement, and the blonde held you that much closer when she understood you wanted it all just as bad.

Yelena set you down, and instantly cupped your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss that said more than her words ever could. When she finally pulled away your eyes were glossy, she frowned, but you waved her off, "Happy tears."

She nodded in vague understanding, "Why?"

"Because, even if you are not there yet, I am," you smiled at her while nervously flitting the flowers around, "This bouquet toss helped me feel stronger in my convictions that you're it for me baby, there's no love story greater. So, if and when you're ready, I'll be there to say yes."

"I'm ready," she interrupted your monologue, her tone was neutral, likely due to her nerves, but you saw a smile steadily creeping up.

"I'm more ready!"

Yelena frowned, and you nearly lost your shit when you turned to see Pietro down on one knee with a ring that resembled Wanda's.

"Oh, you poor, drunk fool," you sympathized, and leaned into your girlfriend as he went on.

"I am a good man," he hiccuped softly, his hand flying up to cover his mouth, and to your fortune it was a false alarm, "I can make you the happiest women ever Y/N, will you—."

Yelena was about to attack the man, but in a twist of fate it was Wanda who got him first. The witch lifted him into the air, not a care in the world as he gasped for no apparent reason.

"Give me my ring pridurok, or you'll be sleeping with the sharks in the Atlantic."

(Dipshit)

"Sestra, please, you just had your big day," he whined drunkenly, "Just let me have mine!"

Yelena approached the man, she scooped the ring from his hand, and gently passed it back. Then she nodded to Wanda, and in a show of impressive strength she caught the man by his collar as he fell from the air, and slammed him into a marble pillar, "Ostorozhneye, Pietro, ​​ya znayu, gde ty spish', a ukus vdovy smertelen."

(Careful now Pietro, I know where you sleep, and a widows bite is deadly.)

As soon as her hands left the mans collar he was running for the nearest trash can. Yelena turned to you with a smug grin, she knew you were in a state of shock at her show of power. With her arms wide open you crashed right into her, your embarrassing words being muffled into her suit jacket, "That was hot."

Yelena snorted at your admission, and in a rare moment of PDA she kissed you tenderly. She never denied you her affections, but ones like this kiss were usually reserved for the house. But you reckon she didn't mind tonight since it was just a small group of close friends here.

"YA tebya lyublyu," Yelena confessed for the millionth tome with her forehead pressed up to yours. "Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu vonyayet."

(I love you / I love you too Stink)

"One time Y/N," she groans, "I come home smelling like a sewer one time after a mission and you don't let me move on, I want peace."

"Yeah, and that was one time too many."

"Can we go home now?" Yelena was over the scene, at this point she just wanted to cuddle up to you, with her puppy, Fanny, and your kitty, Gerald, sleeping soundly at your feet.

"Yeah, let me just grab my co—."

Natasha rushed over to you before you could even ask where the fire was, "Her water broke."

Yelena glared at her, "Ne nasha problema."

(Not our problem)

Both women went to grab you, likely to hold you in a standstill, but fortunately the witch with fluctuating hormones had the upper hand as she yanked you towards her, "They can have their petty little fight, while we go have babies."

"Hold on," you pulled the woman over to the bar, and grabbed two shot glasses. "Y/N..."

"Hush," you waved her off, "Close your eyes."

Wanda rolled them first, making sure you saw, but then she complied. "You can open now."

Stood before her were two shot glasses, both with a clear liquid in them, and she smirked. She wasn't sure where you got the droppers from, but in the dimly lit room she couldn't tell what was in them, so when you dropped a bit of blue curaçao into the first one she beamed.

"It's a boy!" You cheered, and you saw Natasha briefly look to you with her eyes alit with joy before she was back to shouting at her sister.

Wanda winced as another contraction hit, and you made quick work of the next shot, you had three droppers for the sake of surprise, and it sure helped to keep Wanda unclear until the next liquid turned a light pink, "It's a girl!"

Wanda smiled at you, it was pained though, you could see how she clutched her stomach, so you rushed around to her to guide her to the car, and as you retreated you shouted back, "Oy! Assholes, come take these shots, then get in the car and take us to the damn hospital!"

Love is beautiful, it might be a chaotic, messy experience, hell, even at times tragic, but even with that chance, it's beautiful nonetheless. It was all you ever wanted, and with this family of found individuals it seems you finally have it. That was never really a question for you honestly, but it was confirmed tonight as you looked into the fresh eyes of your goddaughter.

The brunette's tiny fingers were wrapped tight around your girlfriends, she was cooing softly at the baby in your arms, you felt your heart ache for this sort of future. When your gazes eventually met, and your lover smiled at you softly, with those bright, albeit tired hazel eyes you knew this was forever. You'd done it.

Yelena was your dream come true.

——

[courtingchaos]

I’m still on a break but I was trying to write a little and ended up going through my wips and such and forgot I had written this little piece for @trashmouth-richie and the other monsterfuckers in the server a while back and never posted it here. So have a snibbet of RM Eddie delighting in slapping your ass.

A/N: This is still monsterfucking. So like, don’t come in my asks bitching okay? Okay.

The flat of the rock is warm against your naked front, the river water cooling on your back. You’d heard Eddie skitter away a few moments ago, the minute splashes echoing off the tree line on the water. With the warm summer sun filtering through you doze, a quiet calm settling over you before the instigator comes back.

You shift while you catnap, just a tilt of your hips but it’s more than enough. He’s snuck back up without you noticing just so he can watch you. He’s fascinated with the way you lay around, so comfortable in his spaces.

So when you roll, the soft flesh of your ass moves and squishes and he’s staring, watching like he watches prey.

All of you is soft, but this is his favorite to grope and grab. The way his claws dig into the dimpled flesh. The way you giggle and sigh at him, small hands trying (and failing) to push him away. He crawls across silently till he’s eye level with your hips, your even breathing giving you away. He draws his hand up slow, splaying his fingers wide to get the most surface and when he brings it down you yelp.

The smack to your ass echos in the wilderness and he laughs loudly at your distress. You flip over completely but he keeps his hand dug in, ready to flip you back over whenever he wants.

“Eddie what the hell?!” You don’t even try to cover yourself anymore so he gets an eyeful, his gaze dancing over your bared form. “You scared the shit out of me!”

He snorts and pulls you over to him, flipping you back with no effort at all. Tucked up under his chest he cages you in under his arms, laying his weight down on your back.

Another smack, this one lighter than the last. It reminds him of slapping the surface of the water, an almost identical sound until your gasps join in. This close to you he can smell the immediate arousal even though you make sounds of protest.

Smack

Smack

Smack

“Eddie!” You squeal and wiggle, wedging your arm under to try and slide out. Your face is hot under his arm and you laugh in this gasping little way and he can’t stop staring at the way your flesh jiggles under his unrelenting hand. He gives you one last one, a little too low on your thigh but that also jiggles and he gets distracted just enough.

You wiggle out from under him and his big hands, grabbing your thin dress and shoving it on while backing away from the waters edge.

“Eddie,” you point a finger at him, biting your lip and grinning, “no more smackin’.”

He holds himself up, shoulders flexing under his own weight and he sees you falter, eyes unfocused for a moment. The slap of his long tail against the stone sets you straight and you take a few more cautionary steps back.

“Now I don’t want you getting any ideas.”

He gets his legs under him in a crouch, still low to the ground but he can see your breathing kicking up. You know he can catch you.

“I’m serious now darling. Don’t” another step “get” your fist gathers up the hem of your dress on one side “excited.” You take off into the brush, the drag of his tail the last thing you hear before he lets you get a few paces ahead of him.

You want a chase, you get a chase he thinks, watching your eager form retreat before he crashes through after you.

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Welcome Home

Prompt: Okay! You gonna love this A sandwich.... between....*drum rolls* Mike and Touch Starved!Will … They both brothers, and Mike is a horn dog, while after 3 month parted Will needs a hard release after a stressful business agenda😘😘

Summary: while your one roommate is away, things get steamy with your other roommate. it just so happens that the roommate who was gone comes back while you’re fooling around with the other one. this is fun.

Pairing: bi!Mikey x unnamed OFC x bi!Will Shaw

Warnings: dom x switch x switch, f2l, threeway, p in v sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside (on, uhh both ends), grinding, little bit of degradation, implication that Mikey came in his pants while OFC was grinding on him once, my first time writing a threeway, me picking up a wip after moooonths and a very draining semester, hints at a possible polyamorous relationship?, rules of physics? is this even possible? we don’t ask these kinds of questions here sir, the female character is not described beyond having “grip-able” hair however you want to define it, for the sake of not being called inclusive enough for a reader i chose to make her an unspecified OFC

Names used: bunny, good girl, sweetheart, slut, good boy (Mikey), sir (Will)

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I changed your prompt a little bit. I didn’t really feel comfortable writing them as brothers, so I made them all roommates. Thank you so much @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @littlefreya and @luna-aestas for helping me when i got stuck or felt it sucked. You girls are amazing ❤️ not beta'd much. Typos we're going down swingin'!

Word count: ca 4k

Title: Welcome Home

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It started as roommates. As a guy in his junior year, with friends mostly in higher semesters, Will was suddenly left with an empty apartment and a rent that was far too high to handle all by himself. 

That’s when I came into play, a little freshman who happened to not have gotten a dorm room on campus. It was especially convenient since I got a job at the little café just across the street once I was accepted into college. The wage was just enough for rent and food and I was lucky my parents still supported me.

A few weeks into the semester, another boy joined our little arrangement. Mikey was trouble, which, in a way, was good because that meant he was rarely home. He was always out partying, slept during the day, and missed most of his courses. But at least that meant it was quiet when Will and I  had to study or do homework.

That was two years ago. The three of us have become close friends, almost like family. The boys grew protective of their little barista, who would bring them their favorite coffee whenever I came home. They were almost like big brothers. Well… Almost.

Will has finished his bachelor’s by now and is currently building his own startup, while part time working on his master's program.  So he’s still living in the apartment with the two of us.

Well actually… not right now. He had to go away for three months. Something to do with his business, I can’t really remember. 

Three months alone with Mikey have been... interesting, to say the least. And fun. Lots of fun. Take that however you want.

Right now, we're lounging on the couch, watching some silly movie. I couldn't tell the name even with a gun to my head. It’s late, and Mikey's soft, but progressively more daring caress is using up all the focus I can muster. His hand snuck into my shorts and is squeezing my buttcheek. I bite my lip to stifle a whimper and press my thighs together. He does it again, drawing the same reaction from me; except this time, I bury my face into his chest. I can practically feel his smirk and look up to glare at him. I don’t even meet his eyes before his lips catch mine in a sloppy kiss. 

In a scramble of arms and legs, he pulls me to straddle his lap, his hands kneading my ass while mine paw at his chest and neck, tug at his hair, and grip his shoulders. It’s messy. It’s clumsy. It’s desperate. I want more. I need it. I need to be closer, need to feel him everywhere. 

I start grinding my hips into his crotch, feeling him grow. His hands on my hips urge me on, but instead of speeding up, I slow down. Giggling and out of breath, I break the kiss.

“Nuh-uh, remember last time? Not gonna happen again.”

Mikey huffs and rolls his eyes. “That was one time!”

Laughing, I shake my head and lean down to kiss him again. His hands are everywhere, on my ass, my hips, then sliding up my back underneath my shirt. With skilled fingers, he unclasps my bra, pulling the straps off my arms. As it falls between us, I take it and blindly throw it into the room behind us. Faintly, I hear it hitting the floor before my attention focuses on Mikey’s hands sliding up my tummy and letting his thumbs brush over that spot on my ribs. 

I gasp and grind my hips down harder, making him chuckle. In response, I capture his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging and sucking on it a little before releasing it. Can’t have the boy think he’s got the upper hand in this.

But he still thinks he does. His hands find my tits, and the triumphant grin on his face…

“Oh! Your nipples are hard! Is this turning you on, baby?”

Ugh! That boy! 

“No, Mikey. Obviously not.” I roll my eyes and snort. “And what about you? I’m sure you find it absolutely terrible to have me grinding in your lap, hm? As hard as your cock is.”

“Hatin’ it.” He grins and pinches my nipples. “You know what I’d like better?” He leans in, his breath hot against my neck. “If the two of us got naked.”

“Hm, yeah… Now that you’re saying it… that does sound like a good idea.”

Scrambling to my feet, I’m quick to slide down my jogging shorts. I’m about to take off my shirt, when Mikey gets up and stands right in front of me… Entirely naked. Damn, he’s quick!

“Lemme do it?”

I just nod, lifting my arms to assist him, but of course, he takes his sweet time, letting the tips of his fingers glide up my skin underneath the fabric. Of course, he has to squeeze my tits when he reaches them, but he lifts the shirt over my face too quickly for me to glare at him. It doesn’t stop me from trying, though. Once the shirt is off my body and Mikey sees my face, he can’t suppress a chuckle and quickly kisses the tip of my nose to make the glare disappear. To his credit, it works. A hot flush gathers in my cheeks, and I quickly turn around, searching the room for… Damn.

“Be right back,” I tell Mikey over my shoulder, taking off my panties to toss at him, but I’ve already dashed through the door before I know if I hit him or not.

Not even a minute later, I come back to the living room, finding Mikey still where I had left him, with my panties in his hands, grinning to himself, most likely proud of himself for getting me to soak them that much.

“What do you want with that?” he asks once he notices I’m back, eyes on the towel in my hand.

“Well… I thought that Will would appreciate it if he didn’t come home to cum stains on the couch.” I shrug.

“Ohhh, yeah… Probably.”

He takes the towel from my hand and puts it down on the couch, then sits down on it. Mikey pats his thighs, signaling for me to sit, but I look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh!” He grins sheepishly, realizing what I’m looking at and quickly tosses my panties to the floor. He doesn’t even manage to pat his lap again before I climb on top of him. With one hand on my hip, the other on my neck, Mikey pulls me closer until my lips meet his, and the length of his cock rubs against my pussy.

I start to grind my hips into him, throwing my head back at the friction. I feel Mikey’s breath heavy on my neck, then his soft lips on my tender skin. His hands grip me tighter as I move on his cock, pulling my hips deeper into him. By now, the hand he had on my neck has wandered to the back of my head, tugging at my hair to keep my throat exposed to his kisses. I’m sure my neck will be covered in hickeys tomorrow. There’ll be bruises on my hip, too. Fuck! The thought of carrying his marks makes me even wetter. 

“Bunny, I need you,” Mikey pants against my neck. I nod, and he lets me go, so I can sit up. He grips his cock to guide himself in as I hover above his lap, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Just a second.”

Oh… yeah… Mikey and tits, how could I forget? With my chest on eye level, of course Mikey has to bury his face into it, peppering kisses all over my boobs, sucking and biting at my nipples until I’m a whimpering mess, swaying my hips in the search for friction, inches away from his cock.

“Okay, ready.” He grins, his free hand coming up to my hip to help me ease down on him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! No matter how many times we do it, I’ll never get used to his size. The delicious stretch of being seated on him all the way has me panting.

“Good girl.”

“Mhh.”

For a moment, I just sit there, resting my head against his shoulder while feeling him pulse inside me. I smile against his skin when he begins to gently stroke my back. His hands shift down to my waist when I start to roll my hips slowly. He squeezes my hips, making me lift up and brace myself on his shoulders. 

Gasping, I relish in the feeling of his cock stroking every spot inside me. I go faster. Harder. His hands shift even lower, grabbing at my butt and guiding my movements. 

"Fuck," we sigh in unison, before breaking in a fit of giggles. With heaving breath, I smile at him, wiping a strand of sweaty hair from his brow before cradling the back of his head in my hands, leaning in to kiss him. He kisses back instantly, tongue swiping along my lower lip to request entrance. Opening my mouth for him, I let his tongue explore my mouth, sucking on it and trying to fight for dominance. We both moan into the kiss, the movement of our hips growing more sloppy, rushed.

"Hey, uh… Oh."

We jump at the familiar voice. Wide-eyed, we turn towards the door, where we find a very flustered looking Will. The thud of his bag hitting the floor makes my eyes snap to his hand that dropped it, then the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. Once my eyes find his face again, I can spot the hint of a smirk playing around his lips.

"Uhm." Mikey's voice is a little shaky. I feel him twitch inside me. I look back at him, raising my eyebrows in question. He gives me a nod and grinning, I nod back. 

"Will! C'mere." I turn towards him and gesture for him to come closer. He hesitates for a moment before finally taking determined steps towards Mikey and me. 

Standing in front of us, Will leans down to meet my face. his hand reaches up to caress my cheek and I lean into it, missing the gentle touch when his hand wanders down. I gasp when I feel his fingers lightly squeezing my throat, my eyes fluttering shut when he gets even closer. His kiss is still rougher than expected, his tongue claiming dominance right away. I feel myself clenching around Mikey’s cock, a new wave of wetness soaking his lap. Will breaks the kiss way too soon. I try to chase his lips as he pulls back, but he keeps my head in place with his hand around my throat. Smiling while I pout at him, he turns to Mikey.

“Has she been good?”

I feel Mikey shuffle to sit up straighter. A moment passes before he can answer, stunned and with his mouth hanging open slightly. “Yes.” Another moment before he adds an uncertain “...sir?”

Will just nods before finally sitting down right next to Mikey. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me too?”

All I can do is bite my lip and nod. As a reward he grabs my neck again and pulls me in for another deep kiss that leaves me breathless.

Feeling Mikey’s cock twitch inside me, I start grinding on him again. Hot breath against my ear and suddenly there is a pair of lips sucking on my neck. I whimper against Will’s lips when Mikey starts to graze his teeth over the sensitive skin below my ear.

Once Will allows me a moment to breathe again, I kiss my way down to his neck. It’s so much rougher than Mikey’s, the well grown out stubble leaves my lips tingling. I feel him turning his head and his Adam's apple bob against my kiss. At first I think it was to give me better access, but from above me I hear the unmistakable sound of a hesitant but needy kiss. 

Are they- ? Oh fuck, why is that so hot?

Mikey must have felt me squeezing around him because a moment later his hand that was still on my body pushes me to adjust on his cock by the small of my back, nudging against that spot, making me gasp. Being so focused on the changed sensation inside of me, I haven’t even noticed how my nails have started to dig into Will’s chest, until I hear his groan. It wasn’t a pained groan, more like he was enjoying it. Maybe even a little too much. I took that for a sign to take the next step and while he and Mikey are still making out, I start to unbutton Will’s shirt, kissing and nibbling at every inch of skin I uncovered, making sure to scrape my nails down his chest as I go. The lower I go, the more he tangles his fingers into my hair, pushing me further. Once I reach the waistline of his jeans, nuzzle my nose against the thick hair of his happy trail and look up at him with big eyes.

“Can I?” I ask, with my hands on his thighs, close to his crotch.

“Can you what? C’mon, be a good girl. Use your words.”

Wow, those three months really changed him.

I swallow a little nervously and nod before I try again. “Can I take your cock out? I wanna taste it.”

Waiting for an answer, I watch as Mikey sucks on the side of Will’s neck, making him throw his head back and groan.

“Please… sir?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, you can.”

With eager fingers I unbutton his jeans and fumble a little before I manage to pull down the zipper. Already starting to drool with anticipation, I tug at his boxers. He lifts his hips to help me and finally I’m met with the sight of his hard cock springing free.

He is a bit thicker than Mikey, but they’re about the same length. Taking hold of him, I give the head a gentle little kiss before sticking out my tongue to collect the small drop of pre cum leaking from the tip.

“Mmm, good girl,” Will hums and strokes my hair. “Suck on it, c’mon.”

I nod before I take him in my mouth, just the head, suckling on it and toying with it a little with my tongue.

The moan that comes out of his mouth… I’ve never heard anything sexier. It has me squeezing around Mikey unconsciously. 

“Fuuuuuck,” I hear him mutter into Will’s neck. 

The wave of confidence that washes over me at the fact I’m pleasuring not one but two men makes me take Will deeper into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and press my tongue against the underside of his cock, slowly taking more of him. As I keep bobbing my head up and down his grip on my hair becomes tighter and more and more moans fall from his mouth .

The tingling sensation that spreads through my body from that makes me try to take him even deeper, until I start gagging and my eyes begin to water. By now, my nose is pressing into his hip.

“I can’t… I can’t!” I suddenly hear Mikey wheeze. Will immediately lets go of my hair and I hurry to get off Mikey’s lap.

“What is it?” 

I’m stunned at how calmly Will asks that while I’m staring at a panting Mikey, almost panicking.

“I fucking need…” he wheeses again. Both Will and I stare at him, anxiously waiting for him to continue. “... to get off!” 

I let out a sigh of relief, watching Will chuckle and playfully nudge Mikey with his elbow. The younger man smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his head.

“I was serious about it, though. So-” he drags out the word “- can we like… get started?”

 I nod slowly, feeling their eyes on me, and look towards Will for guidance.

“How do you want to do this?” He asks me gently, and I shrug, unsure. “Okay then, c'mere.”

While I get closer, he stands up and rearranges the towel so it covers most of the couch and drapes over the armrest, causing Mikey to jump up as well.

“Now, can you get on your hands and knees for us?” Will nearly coos, still it feels like he’s giving no room for discussion. “Isn’t she such a good girl for us?” I can hear him ask Mikey, now behind my back, and I can only imagine Mikey nodding while giving Will puppy dog eyes. “And you? You’re gonna be a good boy for us and let her suck you off.” Again, no room for discussion.

I shuffle closer to the couch's armrest, balancing my weight on my elbows on it, and give Mikey a reassuring nod. He swallows a little nervously, looking at Will, who's getting into position behind me. I lean forward to give Mike a small kiss to his hip bone, then nuzzle my face against the base of his cock. He cups my cheek with one hand, stroking his thumb across my bottom lip when I lean into him, while his other hand grips the base of his cock. I open my lips a bit and suckle on the tip of his thumb as he gently brings my face and himself into position. He pulls his finger from my mouth and I open my lips wider, giving the tip of his cock a little lick, looking up at him through my lashes to see his reaction. He groans and throws his head back. That’s when I take the head in my mouth and start playing with it with my tongue.

Behind me, Will puts a hand on my hip to hold me steady, with the other, he grabs is cock and swipes it up and down on my lips, coating himself in my juices.

“Fuck, you’re so wet!” He groans and pushes in a little. I let out a moan around Mikey’s cock, making him shiver in response. Will slowly keeps pushing in, a deep moan escaping him once he bottoms out. I can only whimper around Mikey’s cock, feeling so full already. 

“Now just stay still, baby, we’ve got you,” Will says, if a little bit strained. I nod as much as I can and look up at Mikey, who’s still holding my face. He pushes himself a little bit deeper into my mouth. I can still taste myself on him as I suck. Will starts moving, thrusting in a slow and steady rhythm, pushing me down on Mikey’s cock with every time his hips meet mine. Again, I moan around Mikey, whose hands start wandering to my hair and grips it to push himself further down my throat. My eyes begin to water when Will picks up the pace, making me take Mikey even deeper. The room is filled with the beautifully filthy sounds of the two men groaning in erotic harmony, skin slapping on skin and my strangled moans as I gag around Mikey’s cock.

“You’re being so good, bunny,” Mikey praises, breathing heavily. “So good for us,” Will adds. “Letting us use you like a little slut.” I can’t help but whimper at that, squeezing around Will’s cock. 

“Oh? Did you like that?” Will leans down closer to my ear, whispering, “You like it when I call you slut?” I nod as much as I can with Mikey in my mouth. “You’re so filthy. Nothing more than a toy for us to use.”

He fucks me harder, making me whimper and take Mikey even deeper. Tears are beginning to stream down my face, but it all feels so good. I can’t help but clench around him, the coil in my belly starting to tighten. 

So it takes me by surprise when Will suddenly slows to a stop. A little out of breath he says, “This isn’t it. Let’s take this to the bedroom.” 

Mikey nods, pulling from my mouth and Will picks me up, carrying me over to the bedrooms. My mind is far too lazy to see whose bedroom we end up in when Will tosses me onto the bed with a bounce.

“Let your head hang over the edge. Yes, just like this, good girl.”

I watch upside down as Mikey kneels down by my head, positioning himself. I open my mouth widely, obediently and he pushes his cock back into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I start sucking on him again as Will climbs up over me, kneels on the bed and grabs my thighs. He doesn’t make me wait long and thrusts back in in one smooth movement. I moan loudly around Mikey’s cock when he bottoms out, finally feeling full again. Complete, in a sense.

Before he begins to thrust, though, he pulls my hips up onto his legs, making me arch my back and take Mikey deeper down my throat. All three of us moan in sinful harmony, skin slapping and wet slurping composing a filthy melody of bliss. With the new angle, I can feel the burning coil tightening faster as the tip of Will’s cock strokes all the spots perfectly, the base of him rubbing against my clit. My moans rise in pitch, even muffled by Mikey fucking my face. His hips begin to stutter, he’s close as well. Will, of course, notices that and picks up his pace, fucking me faster.

Fuck! This feels so good!

Mikey’s groans mix with little gasps as I feel him twitch. He’s close, I can tell. I use my tongue to play with him, eliciting little whimpers from him.

“S-sir, ‘m so close… can I cum? Please?” Mikey begs between little gasps and whines.

“Go a-head,” Will tells him, his own voice strained as well. I brace myself, sucking Mikey harder. A few more thrusts into my mouth and he stills, whimpering loudly as his warm load hits my tongue. I swallow it down eagerly, but gasp when he pulls out of my mouth. I take a few deep breaths as I watch him stand and jerk himself, another, smaller load landing on my chest.

“Fuuuck,” he groans.

“Good boy,” Will praises him, doubling his efforts now, fucking me even harder. His hand comes up to my chest, grabbing and kneading my tits for a moment before swiping two fingers through Mike’s cum and bringing those fingers down to my clit, drawing slow but firm circles around the little bud. I cry out, clenching hard around him. The coil keeps growing tighter until it… Snaps. With a high pitched moan, I fall over the edge, white hot bliss carrying me as my body writhes in pleasure. Through a haze I can hear Will groan and feel a warmth spreading inside me. I open up my eyes to see him hovering above me, dipping his head down to meet my lips in a passionate kiss. I kiss him back eagerly, letting our tongues fight for dominance until we need to stop for air. Will sits up again, reaches out an arm and pulls in Mikey for a just as passionate kiss. I watch them, a satiated smile on my face. I get up on my knees, squeezing between them to kiss their necks and chests alternately. Once the part, the three of us collapse on the bed naked and panting, a tangled mess of limbs. 

“You know…” Mikey breathes heavily, “we were going to throw you a welcome home partly…”

Will chuckles at that, “You still could…”

I just shake my head, giggling. “Let’s just order pizza.”

[eureka-its-zico]

So, there I was minding my own business working on Chapter 5, when suddenly, my adhd decided to skip where we were to the middle/end-ish and write a whole ass scene that was not planned, but now I like it so much I have to rewrite what I have to make sure it fits.

Below is a preview of the scene.

“God, I don’t know which one of them is worse. Can that even be classified as dancing?”

Nami’s soft laughter filtered over to him and Zoro couldn’t help but respond with a smile. At some point, you’d dived head first into too many of the giant fishbowls, deciding not to heed his warning, and came out the other side completely and utterly shit faced. So, when Usopp asked you to join him out on the dance floor, you hadn’t hesitated. For the last hour, Zoro wished there was a camera around just to hold this moment hostage from time.

He watched as you did moves he was willing to bet, if you were sober, would flush your cheeks in the rosy hue he’d found himself becoming obsessed with ever since he’d placed that snowdrop behind your ear. Another moment that time had taken he’d hoped to have burned into his memory. The way you’d looked up at him shifted something inside him, and Zoro wasn’t sure if he could ever get it back, or if he even cared it was gone.

You were in the middle of your next move - one arm behind your head while the the other was close to your side. Your shoulder rotating in strange circles as your body bounced off beat. Usopp had gone back to doing a shuffle beside you that broke you out of your dance and into his.

Zoro could feel a smile threatening to burst its way on to his lips. Quickly, he brought his glass of beer up and took a long pull from the glass.

“You’re different with her.” Every word was punctuated. Slow. As if Nami was afraid saying it too fast would spook him.

He took the glass from his lips and set it back on his thigh. His hand still wrapped around the cool mug as he finally regarded Nami.

“I’m not different with anybody.”

“Well, that’s not true. You’re different with Luffy; with us. I’m betting you don’t look at us the way you look at her, though.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

It’s nothing.

God, he wanted it to be true. Even now, however, he could feel his neck straining to stay facing Nami’s direction. He wanted to look back and see what you were doing. To make sure you were safe.

And that the waiter hadn’t magically appeared from some corner of hell.

Nami must have known he was lying. She may have been a thief, but Zoro had come to realize her bullshit calling meter was the best he’d ever seen. She regarded him coolly with her brows raised in mock shock.

“I have eyes, Zoro. Unless you’re looking at me the same way when I’m not looking - it’s different.”

If he played it cool, kept his face free of emotion, and didn’t react he could still call her a liar. It was a solid plan that would’ve worked if his jaw hadn’t ticked in annoyance. Zoro wasn’t annoyed with Nami. He was annoyed at himself for being caught wanting something -someone - besides his goal.

He looked down into the safety of the amber liquid in his glass. Unsure of what - how - to begin to deny you hadn’t snuck in and taken a piece of him and called it yours. Luckily, he didn’t have to.

“Look,” Nami sighed the word. “I know you’ve got your own thing going on. Who doesn’t.”

“Why do I feel like there’s a but coming,” he grumbled.

“But it’s okay to still want other things too.”

Zoro allowed himself to look up from the safety of the glass and willed himself to appear emotionless as he considered her. His mind still mulling over her words and what Nami could possibly be trying to get at.

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like her.”

[late-to-the-party-81]

The Look - Chapter two

AN: Roll up, roll up for week two of Hot Bucky Summer. In this chapter our boys will be investigating a kink clbg and trying to work out if it’s right for them. Catch up with Chapter One.

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Summary: Joaquín worries that his desire will lose its shine now that he’s voiced it, but Bucky won’t let that happen. If his baby wants to perform in front of others, he’s gonna make sure it happens.

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Joaquín Torres

Word Count: 2.2k

CW: Mean Dom Bucky Barnes, Sweet Sub Joaquín Torres, Domesticity, Developing relationship, Discussions of exhibitionism, exploring fantasies, Bucky’s dirty talk, Impact play, Masturbation, Blow jobs, voyeurism, exhibitionism

Bingos and Challenges: @buckybarnesevents HBS - Week 2 - “What should I call you?”

It had been two weeks since Quín had first raised the idea, since Bucky had taken him apart on the sofa. His boyfriend’s words and actions had sent him so far into his soft, happy place that it had taken the entire bath before he’d started to come back to himself.

Fourteen days since he’d lain on Bucky’s chest, clean and relaxed, having his still damp hair finger-combed and being asked by his boyfriend if ‘that’ was something he really wanted, or just a fantasy spoken of in the heat of the moment?

He’d been nervous at the question, because he didn’t want Bucky to think that he thought there was something lacking in their relationship, but once again Bucky proved that he could read Quín like an open book.

”There’s no right or wrong answer here, baby. I’m just curious as to whether it’s something I need to look into further. Because it’s not a ‘hard’ no from me.”

Glad that Bucky couldn’t see his face due to how they were lying, Quín idly drew invisible patterns across his boyfriend’s right shoulder, linking together errant water droplets. “Before, when we were at risk of getting caught, the idea of Sam, or one of the others - anyone -  seeing me like that…” He couldn’t suppress the full body shudder of pleasure that rolled through him just at the thought. “I knew it wouldn’t have stopped me. In fact it would have probably made me be even more into it, if that’s at all possible.”

Bucky had shifted under him then and Quín had smiled slyly as he’d felt the nudge against  his hip. 

“Okay,” Bucky had replied, obviously aiming for nonchalance. “I’ll look into it, sweetheart. If you think it’s something you wanna try, I wanna try too.”

Quín had lifted his head, trying to get a look at Bucky’s handsome face, despite the awkward angle. “Thanks, Bucky. I love you.”

Bucky’s arms had tightened around him, the world’s most feared assassin dropped a kiss to his forehead. “I know, bub.”

In that fortnight - yes, he’d been listening to TTPD, so sue him - he’d then worried that having voiced his desire it would make it wane and lose it’s urgency, but in the end the idea was just as welcome as it had been at the moment he’d spoken it out loud. Bucky had helped to see to that with the way he continued to tease and torment him. 

For instance, one evening, having just gotten out of the shower, he’d fumbled his toothbrush, dropping it on the floor, where it had rolled under the cupboard. He’d been on his knees, head down, ass up, when Bucky had snuck up behind him, announcing his presence with a sharp - right handed, thankfully - slap to his right ass cheek and then headed straight into the dirty talk.

”Damn, baby. Look at that fucking peach. Can’t wait to put that on display for people to look at. Maybe I’ll let ‘em touch you. Take turns to make it glow. Get you mewling and needy, and let them all jack off over you. Paint you like a canvas.”

Teeth cleaning forgotten for the moment, Quín had breathily asked Bucky to demonstrate. Bucky had been more than willing to oblige.

Another day, he’d been in the middle of giving Bucky a blow job, his lips stretched wide around Bucky’s veiny length, when his boyfriend had whipped out his phone, taken a picture and then held it up for Quín to see, even as he continued to choke Quín on his dick. “This is what they’ll all see, sweetheart. A little slut eager to suck cock and drink cum. How many loads do you think you could swallow until your stomach started to swell from it? How many different cocks would it take for you to go so deep into subspace that you’d have to rely on me to keep you safe?”

Obviously he hadn’t been able to answer, outside of a muffled whimper, but Bucky had kept up the filthy dialogue until he finally gave Quín permission to touch himself and come, before coming so hard himself that his spend overflowed Quín’s lips and dribbled down his chin.

There was a third and a fourth time too, but it was still a bit of a surprise to him when Bucky announced one evening at dinner that he’d identified two kink clubs within an hour’s drive of the Brooklyn apartment if Quín wanted to look at the websites and decide which one he preferred the look of. He hadn’t been surprised though, to find out that Bucky had not only run background checks on the club owners and managers, but on most of the regular clientele, who shouldn’t have had enough information in the system to identify them that well.

“I thought’” said Bucky, twirling some spaghetti onto his fork, “that we could go along just as spectators for our first time. They have some private rooms if we get all worked up and can’t wait until we get home. But it would help us get familiar with the place.” He placed the forkful of food into his mouth and pushed his phone across the table, open on the first club’s gallery page.

Quín’s throat went dry as he swiped through the pictures.

 A set of glory holes, where he could just kneel and accept any cock that appeared. 

A dark room where he wouldn’t be able to see who was touching him. 

A dungeon with a spanking bench, a St Andrew’s cross, a cage, and leather manacles hanging from the ceiling. Space for Bucky to put him on display and do whatever he wanted.

“Earth to Joaquín.” An amused voice broke into his thoughts. He looked up, knowing he looked like a deer caught in headlamps. Bucky gazed back at him, darkly. “That club has a specific kink night coming up next Thursday. Doms and their subs only.”

Quín swallowed thickly. “Okay. That sounds… good.”

Bucky had just smiled dangerously. “That settles it.. Now eat your dinner, baby. Don’t let it go cold.

When they pulled up outside the club, just over a week later, Quín wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting the club to look like, but a warehouse in a generic downtown district had not been it. Although, he mused, it probably wasn’t the type of business that wanted to overtly advertise itself on the street, in case it became a focus for puritanical protestors.

Bucky opened his car door and drew him to his feet, fussing over him in a manner that was both endearing and frustrating at the same time. “You alright, J? Need a minute? Or changed your mind? It’s okay if you have.”

Quín gently shook his head before stretching up for a brief kiss. “I’m fine. A bit nervous, but also excited, too. Let’s head in.”

At first it seemed like any other private member’s club. At the reception, which was separated from the main club area, there were forms to fill out and terms and conditions to accept. An attractive woman smiled at them from behind the counter. With the membership fee for the year paid, they were buzzed through the security door and walked into… a bar? 

There were some high tables with stools and a couple pool tables and it would have been easy to forget where they were if it weren’t for the fact that a large number of the people in the place were just wearing towels around their waists or combinations of lingerie and fetish gear.

The hostess showed them around, stating that for the tour they didn’t need to get out of their street clothes, but if they wanted to return to the back rooms afterwards they would need to be in an appropriate outfit or naked. The first areas - the changing rooms, hot tub and sauna, felt like those you might find at a gym or resort - possibly a European resort with the amount of flesh on display but nothing too out of the ordinary - but then she led them into the back rooms area and the dungeon.

Quín came to a sudden standstill as he took in the sight before him, the spell only being broken by Bucky’s snort of amusement as his boyfriend almost walked straight into his back. A woman, tall and curvaceous, had her hands locked above her head into the leather manacles he’d seen on the website. Behind her, another woman - her domme, possibly her girlfriend - held a leather flogger in her hand and was bringing it down onto the meat of her ass and upper thighs at irregular intervals. The sound of each impact echoed through the room, followed by either a cry, a whimper or a moan, depending on where it landed and how much force had been dealt. Around the pair were a semi-circle of spectators. Some were easily identifiable as Subs by the looks on their faces, the revealing state of their dress, the way they were kneeling on the floor in front of what Quín assumed were their Doms, and the fact that some of them had collars on. His breath hitched at the sight of those. A collar - a tangible symbol of Bucky’s ownership of him - was something he’d never really considered until this point.

A loud cry brought his attention back to the Sub being punished and he watched, enraptured by the pleasure that was evident on her face and echoed by the obvious sheen of arousal between her thighs. She shook and jerked under each impact and then leaned into the caress of her Domme in the lull between them. Her Domme spoke gently to her, checking in and reassuring her how beautiful she looked, and how everyone was enjoying watching her be a good girl. Quín felt an honest-to-god jealousy build inside him as he heard that. He wanted that to be him. He wanted to be in her place.

”You wanna go check out one of the private rooms, bub?” Bucky whispered in his ear. Quín couldn’t speak - his mouth was too dry - but he managed to nod. Bucky must have picked up on his excitement with his enhanced senses. He followed Bucky back to the changing rooms where his attentive Dom helped him to strip out of his clothes until he was just clad in his black boxer briefs. A classic, almost boring, choice to be sure, but Quín knew how he looked in them especially with his cock half-chubbed and pressing against the fabric. Bucky stripped out of his own clothes too, although he then placed a black silk robe on, over his shoulders, covering both his scarring and his left arm. He kept his gloves on too. Suitably un-attired, Bucky then steered Quín back along the corridor, heading towards a room where they could choose to leave the door open to invite others in, close the bottom half to only allow spectators, or shut it completely for privacy.

”I’m not ready to share you yet, baby,” Bucky said as he fully shut and locked the door. “But next time… that’s a different story. Now, get up on that bed and get on your knees.”

”Yes, Bucky,” he replied with a sigh, already sinking into his soft head space.

Bucky clucked his tongue. “I think, if we are going to play here, in public, you’re gonna have to call me something else. Calling me by my name doesn’t really have the right deference to it for a good sub, does it?”

”What should I call you then?” Quín asked as he climbed up on the bed that appeared to be foam covered in a waterproof, wipe clean material.

Bucky tapped his lips with his finger. “I don’t feel like a ‘Sir’ - that’s too much like a school teacher. And I’m not a ‘Daddy’ - I like to punish you and see you squirm too much. How about ‘Sarge’? Could you call me that, baby?”

Quin nodded enthusiastically, eager not only for what would come next, but also on their follow-up visit

”Yes, Sarge.”

“Good boy,” Bucky drawled at him, and then he crawled up onto the bed, a feral smile on his face. “Don’t think I didn’t see how hypnotised you were, watching that. You wanted it, didn’t you?

Bucky placed his hand on the back of Quín’s head and tugged it backwards, exposing his throat. Bucky leant down and sucked a dark mark into the delicate flesh, just where his pulse was jumping under his skin. He couldn’t answer under Bucky’s erotic attack, only let out a hiss pleasure and followed by a squeak when his cock was grabbed roughly and squeezed. Then, just as quickly, Bucky gave him a shove to his shoulder, sending him sprawling onto his back, and Quín looked up as Bucky pulled off his gloves and shrugged off his robe.

“If you wanna earn what you want, you better put that mouth to good use, baby. Once you’ve swallowed down a load, I’ll fuck you so hard that everyone in this place will hear you and get a preview of what you have to offer.” Bucky reached into his briefs, pulled out his cock - head tinged dark pink and leaking profusely - and jacked it a few times. “Come now, baby. Don’t waste a drop.”

“Whatever you say, Sarge,” Quín replied with a smile before he rearranged himself and took Bucky’s cock deep into his mouth. 

Chapter 3

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[simplyholl]

Across the Multiverse Pt 6 [Loki x F. Reader] The Ending

Summary: Y/N and Loki’s relationship takes an unexpected turn after one of Stark’s parties. When they are sent on a mission to find their multiversal selves, will they realize they should be together?

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F Avenger reader

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of fighting. Blood. Character gets injured. There’s a happy ending. 

W/C: 1.1K

*This is the end! I can’t believe it’s over. Thank you everyone who has read this and asked for updates!

When Loki and I get back home, it looks like a war zone. The whole place is trashed. Bodies scattered all about. There are no familiar faces among them, thankfully. I immediately spot the team. Tony is in the air letting some alien chase him. The clank of Steve’s shield hitting someone rings out across the battlefield. I wasn’t expecting to come back to this. Green smoke surrounds us as Loki uses magic to change our clothes to our battle suits. I look at him one last time before leaving to help Natasha. He looks back at me, concern all over his face. “Be careful.” I nod, then run over to her. We successfully destroy everyone in our path.

It seems like the fight is almost over. Thor and Sam are fighting off the last of them. “Y/N! Look out!” Loki shouts at me, but I don’t understand what he said until it’s too late. One of the creepy alien creatures snuck up on me. He catches me off guard, stabbing me in the back. My vision blurs. I drop to my knees. When I clutch my chest, my hands get covered in my sticky blood. I fall back, laying on the cold ground. I weave in and out of consciousness.

Loki runs toward me yelling. He forcefully grabs the alien stabbing him multiple times before his blade slices the creature’s head clean off his body. Loki holds the head in the air by its hair. He tosses it aside running to me. He kneels beside me, pulling my hand to his chest. He looks so worried. It makes me think I might not make it out of this. “Y/N please. Please stay with me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I try to speak, to tell him it’s okay and I forgive him. But my words come out as a gasp for air. It’s so cold. I can’t stop shivering. I study Loki trying to log every detail into my memory. He goes out of focus. I try to keep my eyes open, but I fail.

 The first thing I notice is how soft the bed I’m laying on is. At least I’m not on the ground anymore. I hear beeping all around me. My eyes flutter. This has to be the brightest room I have ever been in. I look around, realizing I’m in the infirmary. Loki is slumped over in a chair that is too small for him. He looks exhausted. Even in his sleep, I can tell he hasn’t been resting well. Bruce walks in looking surprised. “I wasn’t expecting you to be awake for a while.” Loki jumps, relief floods his features when he notices me. I try to sit up. I wince, God it hurts so bad.

Bruce hands me a glass of water and two pills. “Take those it will help with the pain.” I pop them in my mouth swallowing. My mouth is so dry. “How long have I been here?” Bruce tells me it’s ben a week. I lost a lot of blood. I had to get stitches because the alien’s blade went through my chest all the way to the other side. He says I’m extremely lucky to be alive. The creature misses my heart by a few inches. I have to stay in here for a few more weeks so he can keep an eye on me. Bruce tells me to call him if I need anything, and he will be back in a few hours to check on me. It’s just me and Loki now.

“Thank you for being here with me. You didn’t have to. I know things have been weird between us lately. So, I’m surprised to see you actually. How long have you been here?” Loki stands by my bed taking my hand in his. “I’ve been here the whole time. I haven’t left your side.” I smile weakly. “Why would you do that? I thought we weren’t friends anymore.” “This has been all my fault. I’ve been an ass, I’ll admit.” I giggle because, well, he’s not lying. He laughs too.

“I love you, Y/N. I have since that interview when you defended me. No one has ever done that for me. I never thought I’d get to have you, so I distracted myself with other women. But I pretended they were you every time. I swear it. When I finally got you, I couldn’t get enough. You are all I have ever wanted. I sincerely apologize for breaking your heart, darling. When you confessed your love for me, I was ecstatic. But I thought of my variant who took his Y/N for granted. I thought I would do the same. I foolishly pushed you away, when I feel the same way, you do. Please forgive me. I will spend the rest of my days making it up to you.”

His eyes are watery, tears threatening to spill down his cheeks. “Loki, you really love me?” “I am completely in love with you. In every universe, it’s you. You’re it for me. I have never been so frightened as I was when I thought I lost you. I wasn’t there to protect you. I thought I’d never get the opportunity to tell you how I really feel.” His grip on my hand tightens like he is scared to let go. All this time we wasted. This doesn’t seem real. “I love you too, Loki. Of course, I’ll forgive you.”

 ~Three Weeks Later~

Loki and I walk in the kitchen together. He places a soft kiss on my lips pulling out my chair for me. Tony looks at us, “Alright who was closest in the betting pool? Who had this week? Anyone? Sighs and curses come from our teammates. Steve pulls out a sheet of paper examining it closely. “Everyone was way off except for Bucky.” I place a hand on my hip. “What is going on here?” Tony snatches the paper from Steve bringing it over to me. “Some of us bet on how long it would take you to get together. Looks like everyone thought it would take longer. Bucky was the closest and Steve was right behind him.” Bucky pats Loki on the back. “I knew it that night you dragged her away from me. You just had that look.”

Steve takes a sip of his coffee, “Everyone else was suspicious when you kissed during the interview. But I knew you would end up together when I filed your mission reports. You two were the only members of the team whose variants were connected in every universe we visited.” Loki pulls me in for another kiss. “What can I say Captain? We are simply meant to be.”

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[ticklish-n-stuff]

Featherary day 19: Threat

I haven't watched bsd since like... last year?? So pls cut me some slack akhfksjfjs

Anyways I decided to write for my two gay babies bc I love them sm and they deserve the world 🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍

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Atsushi x Akutagawa (romantic)

Lee: Akutagawa

Ler: Atsushi

Warnings: Tickles!

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"Happy Valentine's day!" Atsushi greeted his partner in their shared apartment as he sat down next to him on the couch, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"What's that?" asked the port mafia member, seeming a bit confused.

"You don't know what Valentine's day is?".

Akutagawa shook his head in deal.

"Well, that's okay. I didn't know either until Dazai told me. Anyways, it's a special day where you spend it with the people you love".

" ...What does one exactly do on Valentine's day?".

"Hmm... I'm not sure..." Atsushi pondered for a moment. "We could... go out to eat? Watch a movie? Go for a walk?"

With each suggestion, Akutagawa would only shrug, seemingly not convinced.

"Hmph! You're no fun!" Atsushi crossed his arms and pouted like a toddler, clearly just fooling around with his antics.

Akutagawa scoweled "You're such a whiny baby".

"You're one to talk" Atsushi retaliated as he gave his partner a poke in the side to emphasize his words, causing the serious one to yelp. "What was that?" Atsushi asked with a raised brow.

"Nothing...!" said Akutagawa a bit too quickly. His pale cheeks slowly turning into a soft, pink color. Of course, Atsushi was anything but convinced. Curiosity killed the cat and he went in for a second poke, but Akutagawa snatched his wrists before he could make contact. "If you poke me again you'll lose a hand" he threatened, trying to sound as malicious as possible. Still, the soft flush on his cheeks betrayed his serious demeanor.

They both stared into each other's eyes, as if trying to challenge the other to make a move. Not long after, Atsushi used his free hand to softly squeeze at Akutagawa's side.

"HAH-?!" he was caught so off guard that he ended falling flat on his back, giving Atsushi the opportunity to straddle him along the waist.

"Not so tough now, huh?~" Atsushi taunted down at him with a teasy grin on his face. Without wasting much time, he snuck a hand behind Akutagawa and started to softly scribble his back with his nails.

Akutagawa's eyes widen in shock from the ticklish sensation as he tried arching away from the touch, but what he wasn't expecting was for the Weretiger to attack his tummy with his other hand. "Y-YOU ARE SOHO DEHEHEAD!" cackled out the port mafia member, being effectively trapped between Atsushi's tickly hands as he scratched relentlessly at his tickle spots.

"I think you're in no position to yell out threats~" Atsushi climbed his fingers up to his partner's ribcage, tickling the front and back of the sensitive spot.

"GYAH! PFFT-!" poor Akutagawa started spewing out all kinds of funny sounds, even his threats started to become incomprehendable.

"Aww~ I didn't know you were so ticklish~" the Weretiger teased as he reached his fingers up to Akutagawa's underarms. But before he could strike, he was suddenly pinned down by his seemingly flustered partner.

Atsushi grinned up nervously at him "Uhmm... W-we can talk about this?".

"You had your fun, now it's my turn~" Akutagawa smirked down at him before going to town on his tickle spots. Atsushi's laughter quickly filling up the room. I guess this was a nice way to spend Valentine's day

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I feel like this is so ass I'm sorry to myself 💀

[groupiewhoreee]

Pretty Pink Panties

Warnings: Smut, pure filth! (Minors DNI! 18+ only. Obviously, I can't force you to not click off, because y'know.. But I suggest not- being on here!)

Summary/Plot: Your Dave Mustaine's sister, and he doesn't appreciate or approve of you hanging out with Lars Ulrich, even though you and him are best friends.

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The nightly, crescent moon beamed down on the City. You were walking around the alleyways in between the two apartment buildings. You snuck out of the apartment you lived in with Dave Mustaine, your brother. He was passed out so he had no idea. He probably thought you were asleep. You climbed up the metal stairs between the alleyway, climbing towards Lars Apartment. Lars was your best friend. You loved him as a friend. Ever since Dave left the band, you two became great friends. He was sweet, but cocky. He could be somewhat an asshole sometimes, tho.

You climbed up and up, until you reached the window of his apartment. This was risky, but you knocked on the window, leaning over the metal bars. Lars heard the knock. He came over to his window, now opening it. "Hey, Y/N. Come in! Nice to see you." Lars said, a cocky smile appearing across his lips. "Thanks. Thought I might see my best-friend while my brother is sleeping." You joked, a jokingly smile smeared your face. Lars chuckled. You climbed in, very slowly. Lars backed up to give you room. Your short shorts made your ass hang out. Lars caught it, but he didn't say anything. You closed the window, locking it. "How is Dave anyway?" Ulrich asked. "He's fine, he's been okay after his band started. He forgot all about Metallica but you. He doesn't really like you. But he doesn't hate you.." You said to Lars. "Well, at least thats good to hear." Lars said.

"Mhm." You mumbled, going over to Lars' bed, laying down, but upwards. Your arm holding you up. Lars sat at the end of the bed. "Well, thanks for stopping by. Kirk, James, and Cliff are all at their own places." Ulrich explained to you. "Well, me and Dave live on our own, so thats that. Dave is passed out. All I can say," You mentioned to Lars. Lars couldn't stop staring at your boobs. He would look away to make sure you didn't see him. "I see you still have all your Danish porn." You giggled. "Oh shut up, I don't have a girlfriend so I watch porn all the time." Lars rolled his eye's playfully. "You like anybody?" You asked. "Maybe.." He mumbled. "How about you?" He questioned you. "I maybe have a small crush on somebody." You started to blush. Lars scooted closer to you, reaching to grip ur thigh. You couldn't help ur bright cheeks from gleaming.

Lars suddenly kissed you. His tongue slipped in between your lips, entering you mouth and exploring it at once. His eyes were closed and so were yours. The kiss was somewhat full of lust, warmth, and passion. You couldn't help but moan in delight. He pulled away from you. Saliva shared with you and him pulled out when he pulled away. "Damn, that was hot." He said, with a smirk across his face. Lars pushed you down further into the bed. "Can I?" He asked. "Yes.." You agreed, he now took your shirt off, unhooking your bra and pulling it off you. He started sucking and nipping at your breasts and nipples, leaving hickeys on your boob. "Lars.." You moaned, whining. "I want you, please." You whimpered. "Beg." Lars said simply. "Please Lars, I want you so bad! Please, I need you inside of me at once, please." You just begged. "Atta girl." Lars smacked your thigh lightly.

He pulled your tight ass shorts down, and your soaked panties. "So wet for me, huh?" He said. "Nice pretty pink panties, too." Lars said, tossing them somewhere in his room. He started marking ur neck, kissing it as he sucked on the sweet spots of ur sensitive neck. He kissed ur jawline, now ur bottom lip while he sucked on it. All that could be heard from you was heavy breathing, whines and soft, sweet moans. Music to his ears. Lars would pull his pants and boxers down to his knees, now grabbing a condom. He placed it on his dick. "You ready?" He asked. "M-Mhhm.. Hurry up!" You whined. He slammed into you, pounding into you at full speed, he was rough, your legs wrapped around him. He smacked your ass. "Fucking whore. So good for me huh?" He cooed. "Slut." He said. You moaned. "Uhhmmh.." You whimpered.

Cum leaked out from you, onto Lars'' condom over his dick. Lars came after a bit, as he pulled out of you. He took the condom off and tossed it in the garbage. He looked at you, kissing your sweet lips again. "So does that mean we're together now?" Lars chuckled. "N-No duh.." You panted. Lars shook his head, helping you clean you up. Afterwards, you and Lars cuddled each other, and fell asleep. Dave had an idea of what happened.

[kittyt-hexxed]

Book Two of Hexed - The Fury of Zaun (Vi x POC!Reader) - Ch. 16

Next Upload Date: November 30th

Act 1: Chapter Sixteen - Eyes Wide Open

Masterlist

Warning: High Tension, Mentions of Blackmail, Talk of Shimmer Addiction, Jinx struggles with Shimmer/Adrenaline Withdrawal, Anger, Talk of Murder, Communicating through Dreams, War Rally, Distressing News

Summary: Blackmailing Vi was the worst decision the councilors could have made. You call for a War Rally the next morning and Zaun prepares to begin phase two of your plans. A visit to Viktor reveals heartbreaking news.

Author Note: Sorry this took so long, but it's here now! The consequences of Silco's actions are finally revealed.

Your door opens and the blurry outline of Jinx coming through has you wiping the tears away. If she saw you crying, she’d immediately question what’s wrong and you’re not sure if you should tell her right away. She’s in a good mood and you wanted to keep that for as long as possible.

Your door opens and the blurry outline of Jinx coming through has you wiping the tears away. If she saw you crying, she’d immediately question what’s wrong and you’re not sure if you should tell her right away. She’s in a good mood and you wanted to keep that for as long as possible.

“You look exhausted, Hex.” Jinx gives you a soft smile as she sits next to you. Without asking, she’s working on the belts that keep your armor in place. You were thankful for her. When you told her that you’d be back late, she promised to wait up for you in case you needed someone to rant to. You disagreed saying that you’ll go bother Heather instead, but you knew Jinx was going to do it away.

“Very.” You yawn, “I talked to stuck-up people and Cassius wasn’t exaggerating about how boring they are. If someone asked me one more time where I got my dress, I was going to push them off the balcony. But, it wasn’t too bad… I saw Vi again.” The second piece of armor is removed and you roll your shoulders out.

“Wait, what?” Jinx pauses, her eyes flicking up to your face, “Vi… was there?”

“Yup.” You sigh and give her a lopsided grin, “I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her and she was just as shocked to see me. We ended up talking outside after she backed me into a corner, but she’s really worried about you. You were the first person she asked about.” 

“She… was worried about me?” Jinx asks softly as if she couldn’t believe it, “Really?”

“Really.” You nod and place a hand over hers, “She was relieved to hear that you’re doing okay, and wanted me to tell you that she misses you… That she’s sorry for being away again.”

“How… How is she?” Jinx bites at her thumbnail, a nervous habit she picked up recently.

“Miserable. She…” You take a shuttering breath, your anger waking you up, “They’re blackmailing her, Jinx. She’s not in Piltover because she wants to be. She’s there because they’re forcing her.”

“Blackmailing her?” Jinx hisses lowly, her eyes glowing pink, “You’re serious?”

“Positive.” You growl, roughly unlacing your dress so you can slide it off, “They’ve got her dressed like a fucking Enforcer and running around as if she’s one of them! It’s disgusting! That’s the only reason I saw her at the Gala tonight AND it’s because they think that Vi has some sort of connection to you. This is true because you’re sisters, but they don’t know that! Vi wouldn’t tell me who is blackmailing her but I can guess it was the woman I failed to murder! I knew I should have put my claws through her throat that night!” You ramble, jumping up from the bed once the laces are loose. Your drops to the ground and you kick it away, not in the mood to bother putting it away properly.

“Caitlyn?!” Jinx shoots up from the bed, a snarl on her face, “I’ll fucking kill her right now! I’ll turn her into swiss cheese! I’ve snuck my way into her bedroom once, and I can do it again!”

“I wish.” You scoff, “But if we kill her then Piltover will really be on our asses. Vi reminded me of that. Caitlyn’s a Councilor’s daughter.” You groan dejectedly and fall onto your bed harder than necessary. If you wanted to get Vi out of Piltover, you couldn’t do that while they have access to Zaun. Enforcers would flood into the city the moment Vi was gone, and that couldn’t happen yet.

“Right. Councilor’s daughter.” Jinx huffs and plops down next to you, “...What are we going to do?”

“Plans have been moved up a week early. This was going to be a week of rest, but I want Piltover to burn as soon as possible.” You play with one of your daggers, flicking the fan open, “Tomorrow. Tomorrow morning we’ll hold a meeting and it’s on to the second phase of the plan.”

“Good.” Jinx huffs, crossing her arms, “This is personal.”

“Yeah…” You whisper, caressing Vi’s necklace. You didn’t know if you should tell Jinx what Vi had said but honesty is your policy. You were still trying to process it yourself. After six months of trying to be angry with her, after trying your hardest to break your own heart so you wouldn’t have to think of her again… Vi said those three words. You really meant that much to her? Your heartbeat speeds up as the thought flits through your mind.

“What is it?” Jinx gives you a concerned look. Like her sister, she could read you like an open book. 

“Vi…” You trail off, “Vi said something to me tonight that really changes some things for me. She told me before the whole blackmail thing.”

“What’d she say?” Jinx turns to you, tilting her head.

“I complimented her and she said “that’s the best compliment from the one I love” to me.” You hug your arms to yourself as Jinx’s eyes widen, “Out of the blue. I told her not to lie to me about it but she… she doubled down on it and said “I love you” loud and clear.”

“Vi. Vi - my sister - said I love you to you?” Jinx grabs your shoulders, intensely staring you in the eyes.

“Yes. She did, I-” You’re cut off by Jinx’s loud scream. She launches herself off of your bed and starts jumping up and down, still screaming. You’re startled by her reaction, and it clearly shows on your face as Jinx stops.

“And you?! What’d you say?!” Jinx squeals, hopping from foot to foot. You stare at her, nervously wondering if you should even tell her. ‘She’s going to scream again, isn’t she?’

“I um… I said it back.” You say slowly. Jinx immediately starts screaming again and she tackles you onto the bed, squeezing the life out of you.

“OH, MY GODS! TELL ME EVERYTHING! I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING!” Jinx shakes you aggressively.

“Okay! Okay!” You laugh, “But only if you tell me about your crush on my brother!” That makes Jinx freeze and you tackle her this time when she tries to run.

“TELL MEEE!” You tickle her.

“NEVER!” Jinx laughs, trying to get you off of her.

“I won’t stop until you do!” You warn her, “I can do this for as long as I need to!”

“OKAY! OKAY! I GIVE!” Jinx pretends to be waving a white flag and you stop tickling her. You both take a little bit of time to calm down from your laughter. You lay on the floor next to her, shivering slightly when your skin comes into contact with the cool floor.

“I am crushing on Ekko. I have been for a few months now but… I haven’t said anything because I’m scared.” Jinx sighs.

“Scared?” You turn your head, “Why are you scared?”

“Ever since Silco injected me with Shimmer, I haven’t been feeling like myself. Something feels off with my body, and… it’s been affecting my mental health, too. It’s hard to sleep. I’ve been getting headaches. Sometimes my heart races when I’m sketching and it feels like it’ll burst from my chest. I even have more anxiety attacks than usual.” Jinx is crying now, and you pull her into your arms, “I like Ekko a lot, but I don’t want to admit my crush to him because I’m like this. My own mind isn’t my own half the time if I don’t use the shimmer. I don’t want this. I don’t want to be like this anymore!”

“Jinx… w-why didn’t you tell me?” You squeeze her tightly, tears stinging your eyes. If you knew that she had been going through that, you would’ve helped her. It made your heart ache to think that she was struggling and you couldn’t even comfort her.

“Because I’m worried about you, and I know you’re going through a lot, too. You haven’t slept properly in months.” Jinx mumbles into your shoulder.

“Neither have you.” You point out, “…Let’s get into contact with Viktor. Come with me into Piltover tomorrow and we’ll visit his lab. We’ll see what we can do about it.”

“Thank you.” Jinx hugs you, and the two of you separate.

“So, tell me more about what happened between you and Vi.” Jinx gives you a soft smile, “Something must have happened for her to say I love you.”

“Honestly, Jinx… It felt like one of those fairytale books we used to read as kids. She was like the prince that comes to sweep the princess off of her feet. We danced around and had so much fun that it felt like it was only the two of us in the room. It… made me realize how much I miss her. I don’t care about what happened six months ago, I just want her home.” You sigh.

“Hey.” Jinx grabs your face in her hands, “We’re going to bring Vi home. Even if I have to blow up every building in that pristine city. My sister is coming home.” She smiles darkly.

Violent images flash before your eyes as you toss and turn in bed. Screaming, voices crying out for their loved ones, loud music, pain, pain, pain. You scream feeling like someone is trying to tear out your heart as deep grief creeps into your bones. You can feel the loneliness, hear the sound of sand blowing across a desert and something hits you.

You gasp staggering as your feet suddenly find themselves standing on sand. You steady yourself, wildly looking around and realizing that you’re in a desert. Your body shakes from the freezing cold and you rub your arms trying to warm yourself up. You whirl around when you hear a depressing song flowing through the air. Squinting to make out a figure, your eyes widen when you see a huge creature approaching you. Something clicks in your mind as if a missing puzzle piece was finally put into place. ‘Skarner.’ You gaze in awe as the Brackern stops in front of you. You have to crane your neck up to even look at his face. ‘This is how a Brackern looks?’

“Who are you, young one?” Skarner’s head lowers, deep golden eyes staring through you. “You are one of us, but you have softskin. Softskins cannot be one of us yet your soul sings the same song. Why? You even have a Namestone.”

“The Arcane created me from a Brackern and Human soul. I am a new species.” You say softly, “I have a Namestone that was gifted to me by the Brackern who offered her soul. Umbra. She is within me.”

“What you’re saying is true. Then, you know my kind. Tell me, do you know what has happened to them?” His body reminds you of a scorpion, except it is covered in a deep purple crystal.

“I do and I find it disgusting. What has been done to your kind is unacceptable and I intend on righting this wrong.” You hiss angrily, “I will return them back to life.”

“I’m afraid they’re all dead. Their Namestones were ripped from their bodies. There is nothing left.” Skarner whispers mournfully.

“I will find a way. I promise.” You insist, “I will come to find you as soon as I can.”

“What is your name, young one?” You can feel that Skarner is impressed with you if a bit skeptical.

“Y/n.” You give him a smile, hope rising in your chest, “That is my name.”

“I await your arrival, Y/n. Come find me in the sands of Shurima.” Skarner says before diving into the sand and vanishing.

You’re jolted awake, your heart racing in your chest as you try to calm down. You wheeze, feeling as if you’ve been shoved back into your body and you roll out of bed to stand up. You pant as your breathing settles and you take in a deep breath to steady yourself. ‘That wasn’t a dream. That definitely wasn’t a dream.’ You shake out your hands and glance at your bed to see that Jinx is still asleep. ‘It’s time to get up, unfortunately. We’ve got work to do.’

You shake her awake and get ready for the day ahead of you. You send off notes to everyone you’ll need and get dressed in proper clothes for Piltover. Jinx squeals in excitement when you give her a set of clothes to wear. You knew that she’d be excited to go undercover since Caitlyn knows what she looks like, so you chose an outfit she’d have fun wearing.

“Come here, Jinxy.” You call her over to you, grabbing your box of pins.

“We’re putting my hair up, aren’t we?” Jinx pouts and sits down in front of you.

“Yes.” You chuckle, “We don’t want to be noticed and your very long hair is noticeable.” You start undoing one of her braids while she works on the other one. The two of you continue to talk about what happened last night between you and Vi. You share a lot of the experience with her and Jinx practically bounces in place as you do. She knew that dancing was one of the things you and Vi loved to do when you were younger. It touched you that she was happy for you and her sister.

“You don’t think it’d be weird if Ekko and I dated someday?” Jinx questions quietly, “I mean… if he even likes me that way.”

“No, it wouldn’t be weird. The two of you have been friends since childhood.” You pin part of her bun down to secure it, “I was honestly surprised that you aren’t together by now, but what you said last night makes sense.” You close your box and smile at her space buns.

“Do you really think Viktor can find out what’s wrong with me?” Jinx stands up and gives you a nervous look, “What if this is something he can‘t figure out?”

“Then we’ll find someone who can.” You head to the door, “We’re going to figure this out, flower.” You give her a soft smile. The two of you head to the Gateway, making sure to let everyone know that you’ll be away from the Rapids. Jinx holds her hand out and you grab it, stepping inside with her. You knew that she was feeling nervous, but Viktor was the only one you could go to about it. With him being Singed’s ex-mentee, he was your best bet and figuring out what was going on. You didn’t want to mess with something you didn’t know a lot about, and you knew Jinx would feel more comfortable with him. Your group had essentially adopted Viktor and Sky and they had even gotten their own custom tattoos to symbolize that they’re part of the Furies. You respected them and their efforts.

You step out into Viktor’s office and see Sky sitting at the desk and writing something out. You smile to yourself at the relaxed posture she has, knowing that whatever she’s doing is something that she enjoys. You cough to get her attention and Sky jumps in her chair, making the two of you giggle.

“Y/n! Blue!” Sky laughs happily, standing up to give you two a hug, “What are you doing here?” She gives you an inquisitive look.

“There’s an issue that Blue has been dealing with, and Viktor is the only one who might be able to help her. So, we decided to come over this morning.” You explain.

“What are you up to?” Jinx hops over to the desk to look at her work.

“I was planning out what Viktor and I are going to take when we leave. Things between him and Jayce are a bit rough, especially after his shipment of crystals disappeared.” Sky picks up the small stack of papers and hands it to Jinx, “Vik will be back in about ten minutes. Jayce called him to a meeting with some of their investors.”

“These are very detailed.” Jinx gives an impressed whistle, “Does Viktor really own that much of the things Mr.Man of Progress uses to make Hextech?” She hands you the papers.

“Yes.” Sky nods, “Jayce only handles manufacturing certain things. A lot of the designs and important functions come from Viktor. He knows how to make things from his mind but Jayce has no idea how to get things started. He’d be nothing without Viktor.”

“Good.” You hum, reading through all of Viktor’s things, “How’s your relationship going?”

“Ah.” You glance up in time to see her shyly adjust her glasses, “We’ve… been talking about marriage…?” Your head snaps up, Jinx falls off the desk, and you give Sky a wide-eyed stare.

“WHAT?!” You and Jinx squeal, “Are you serious?!”

“Yes.” Sky blushes heavily, a smile on her face, “We were planning on signing the documents. We don’t want to bother with a wedding since we’re both private people.”

“I think that’s so sweet.” You hug her, “I’m happy that Viktor feels secure enough with you to make that kind of commitment. You have all of our support.”

“Absolutely!” Jinx chirps, giving her a tight hug, “You two are perfect nerdy, peas in a pod!” Sky giggles and you hear the door whoosh open. You turn and give Viktor a bright smile, Jinx enthusiastically waving at him as he blinks in surprise.

“Hiya, Vik!” Jinx grins, “I hope ya don’t mind us dropping in like this.”

“No, no, I don’t mind.” Viktor smiles, locking the door behind him, “I’m relieved that you’re here after the meeting I just had with Jayce. It’s nice to be in friendly company.” He gives Sky a kiss on the cheek before hugging Jinx.

“I was hoping you could help me…?” Jinx chews on her lip, “I’ve been having issues related to the shimmer that Singed injected me with, and you’re the person we thought of.”

“Issues?” Viktor gives her a worried look, Sky perking up, “What issues?”

“It’s hard to sleep at night if I don’t wear myself down first. I get horrible headaches that make it difficult to focus, my heart races when I’m not doing anything and it feels like it’ll burst from my chest.” Jinx sighs, hugging her arms to her chest, “My anxiety attacks are more frequent and happen without a trigger. When I use the shimmer, it goes away for a little while, and then it comes back. I feel like I’m losing my mind, Vik. Please tell me you can help me.” She pleads, tears forming in her eyes.

“You were the closest to Singed, so I figured… you might know what to do.” You add in when he glances at you, “You’re the only one we can go to.”

“What you’re telling me sounds like an adrenaline withdrawal.” Viktor heads to his desk, “What I know about shimmer is that it stimulates the body’s pituitary gland. It overpowers the body’s normal responses and forces it to create more hormones at a substantial rate. One part of the body it really affects is the adrenal gland which releases high amounts of cortisol, epinephrine, and norepinephrine. Basically, that’s how whoever takes it gets a super-boost of strength, speed, and a higher tolerance to pain.”

“Then it wears off.” You point out, “Shimmer addiction comes from people chasing that high you get, but it wears off quickly. The body can’t sustain that.”

“Exactly.” Viktor nods, “But, that’s if you’re inhaling it or drinking it.”

“I was injected with it.” Jinx rolls up her sleeve to show him the mark, “I don’t know how much but it was over the amount that’s regularly given out in vials.”

“And that’s why your eyes are pink.” Sky points out, “The shimmer is still in your system… but it should have burned up by now.”

“That’s what I’ve been worrying about when she brought that up to me.” You sigh, fidgeting with your dagger, “It should be out of her system at this point.”

“It looks like we might have to run a few tests.” Viktor picks up some kind of device from his desk, “If you’re comfortable with that, Blue.”

“Do whatever you need to do. I just need to find out what the hell is messing with my mind.” Jinx huffs, “I want to feel normal again.”

“Okay.” Viktor hums, “Let’s head to my lab. I have all of my equipment in there… and a few things I may have stolen from my ex-mentor.” You raise an eyebrow at him as Sky giggles. The four of you head into his lab and you’re instantly fascinated by all of the high-tech stuff that he has. While he gets prepared, you eagerly bounce around and ask a ton of questions about the machines you don’t recognize. Sky and Viktor take turns explaining what they are and you find yourself pouting with jealousy. ‘He has so many cool, new things! This is what Piltoven money can get you, but even then, he wasn’t able to get this stuff without Jayce. That’s so annoying. Viktor deserves way more recognition than he gets.’

You say by Jinx’s side as Viktor beings his tests and you feel something twist in your stomach. You didn’t have a good feeling about this and it was something that you were dreading. Shimmer did horrible things to people and you watched people kill each other for a fix. But, no one that you know of has gone through what Jinx has. It could be affecting her body in a whole new way, and that scares you. You saved her life and because you couldn’t watch over her, she was now dealing with this. In some ways, you blamed yourself for it.

“Okay so… I know what’s going on, but it’s not good news.” Viktor sighs heavily, dropping down into his chair as Sky rubs his shoulder. You and Jinx share a nervous glance and you take a small step toward her, grabbing her hand as a form of support.

“What is it?” Jinx asks, biting at her thumbnail.

“The shimmer in your body is killing you.” Viktor says shortly, making your heart drop, “Your body is in a constant cycle of destroying and producing cells. That’s normal except your body is producing shimmer because it has bound with your blood. You’re forced to use the shimmer because it heals the damage that’s being done by it.”

“So… removing the shimmer from my body… I-It’ll-” Jinx swallows hard, tears falling down her face, and you wrap your arms around her.

“It’ll kill you.” Viktor confirms, “There’s nothing we can do, Blue… I’m sorry.”

“FUCK!” Jinx screams and starts sobbing. You practically squeeze her in a death grip as the two of you break down. Your head was spinning. ‘There’s… nothing we can do?’

With every step you take, you can feel the anger within you get heavier. It was mixing with the despair you were feeling after what Viktor said. These two sisters have been hurt by corrupted people for their own gain and it made your heart ache. You step out into the Amphitheater’s meeting room and watch through the glass as the seats start to fill up. There was going to be no time wasted after what you learned. All of the preparations were in place, now, it was time to shut them down.

“What’s so urgent?” Ekko questions as he comes through the Gateway, “Is everything okay? People are wondering why you’re calling for a meeting so early.”

“No, everything is not okay.” You shake your head, “It’s not, but you’ll hear about it when I make the announcement. We’re moving forward with the plan.”

“The Firelights are ready to fight.” Ekko says determinedly, “Everyone is. All we’re waiting for is the go-ahead.”

“I know.” You chuckle darkly, “This. This will be that go-ahead.” More people come through the rift asking you the same question, and you give them the same answer. Once the Amphitheater is full, you take a deep breath and head out with the others. With your renown among the people, there’s no issue with getting their attention. The crowd goes silent when you step out onto the stage, no doubt noticing the way your hands are clenched into tight fists. The faces of the people closest to you are apprehensive and you don’t blame them. When you see your leader with a dark expression on their face, you’re going to be nervous about it.

“Good morning, Zaun.” You say softly, taking a deep breath to collect yourself.

“Good morning, Lady Hexxit.” They respond. Your eyes scan the crowd, noting that everyone is truly here. The Chem Barons are even sitting in the stands with their followers and you nod to yourself. ‘I won’t have to be concerned about anyone missing this.’

“Last night, I attended a stupid little party thrown by Piltover’s high society. It’s as boring as you think it is… except I saw someone there who I didn’t expect… our Hellhound.” Whispers break out but they silence with a raise of your hand, “She pulled me aside and told me that they’re blackmailing her.” You growl. The crowd starts shouting and cursing out Piltover and the council. One thing about Vi before she left Zaun was that everyone had some form of fear or respect for her. She was a devastating force as a teenager that made grown men piss themselves when she was in a rage. But, she still cared about people. To hear that she was being blackmailed was like a kick to the face. 

“They’ve got her parading around in a fucking Enforcer’s uniform and they’re trying to get her to rat out her own fucking family! I knew Piltover was low but this? This?! They’re holding one of our own hostage and are using her against us! Starting today, we will be moving on to Phase Two! PILTOVER WILL SUFFER AT OUR HANDS!” You scream in rage, “AND WHEN THE TIME COMES, THEY WILL FALL!” Everyone was screaming in agreement, curses spewing from their lips as you stand there and listen. You were too pissed off to even think about calming down, but you take a few deep breaths to try and lower your rage.

“We’re going to go around to all of the leaders, and I want a report on what you’re going to do.” You say calmly, even though that’s not how you’re feeling. So you start from the far left, letting every single head of a group in the area speak. Gang leaders, store owners, Chem-Barons, and the appointed Leaders of Zaun. Everyone was telling you that they were more than ready for phase two. Money has been stored, weapons are in the process of being created, the miners are prepared to hold off, and even the Chem-Barons are ready to stop their trade. With how motivated everyone is, it won’t be long before you’ll be moving to phase three. You find yourself grinning maniacally as you dismiss the city and make your way to the meeting room.

“There’s a handful of shipments of more food and fabric coming through tomorrow.” Ekko hands you a piece of paper, “Megan said it’s their regular amount, but it’s way more than Piltover needs. The Firelights are planning on hitting one of them…”

“But, we could hit all of them if we do it together.” You mentally calculate the number of people you’d be able to feed and nod your head, “Furies. Get ready for a raid.” You look up and smirk. Everyone grins back at you, but you feel your heart constrict when you meet Jinx’s eyes. ‘This is all my fault.’ You fight to keep the frown off of your face. ‘I need to figure out what to do about this.’

[kaedeakeshisworld]

Benimaru Shinmon

gist: Airport shenanigans... Also who doesn't like a good old soft teddy bear?

Benimaru is such a gentleman, Y/n somehow ends up comparing him to a certain someone.

After eating brunch, Y/n and Benimaru get a lil' frisky (next chapter for the nasty stuff, you know?)

c/s: Next chapter is smut. I know I left it hanging but I'm whipping the good stuff, trust me on this one.

Oh, hi there everyone!! Pleath, do not fret, I haven't forgotten about the series. Actually, I haven't forgotten none of them. Work is doing a splendid job at whooping my ass (pardon my french if you will). Between teaching kids English, going to work and hitting the gym at 6 am, I'm a little ～ debordée ～ like French folks say. Anywho, I'm alive (barely making it) but yeah I'm going to dedicate myself to these fics for the festivities period of the year. Merry holidays/ celebrations to anyone who does them this year and also happy new year(quite frankly speaking I don't know if I'll be able to write that much 'cause I'm helping my fam out too with Christmas and whatnot for 2024).

Blank/Ageless blogs/MDNI, I will block you!

As soon as we got to the airport, a team of men in black take our things.

“We still have a couple of hours ahead before our flight so we’ll take our sweet time right after we do check-in. Is that okay?"

“Good for me."

It’s been a little over two years since I’ve been at the airport. Several changes have taken place. One store catches my attention and I make a beeline towards it. 

There are so many teddy bears here!! I feel like a little kid who’s met with a shit ton of candy.

I touched one and it’s so soft. I would really like to have it.

The shopkeeper asked me:

"Good morning! How may I help you?"

"Good morning. I was just looking around and it looked like the softest material ever."

"It sure is… you’re currently holding our bestseller, the beige teddy bear. The store also has blankets, robes and house shoes in this material." 

"I would love to check them out."

"Please, follow me."

As you’re checking out the items the salesperson showed you, Benimaru snucked inside the store to join you. He watches your expression change from pure bliss to amazement. He seems thrilled by it all, when you put the items down he wonders what went wrong.

Honestly, you’re feeling how soft the materials are. You shouldn’t be adding more luggage to this trip. He startled you when you least expected it.

"Why won’t you get them?"

"Excuse me, since when…"

"I got here a tad earlier. I was watching you doing your thing."

"To answer your question it’s because we already checked in."

"That’s not a problem."

"Oh… really?"

"Absolutely!"

He demands the shopkeeper:

"We’ll take all the items she kept eyeing intently."

"I’ll put them right away."

"Y/n, when you’re with me you shouldn’t be worrying about getting anything. I got it."

Oh, you sound like somebody I used to know… I don’t like this feeling

"Okay, Benimaru. " You quietly added

"Would it be possible to get an extra blanket and house shoes?" 

"Of course."

Benimaru and some of his men carry your bags while you wander from store to store.

"Y/n, I don’t want to urge you but we have a bit less than two hours now. I suggest we eat before getting on the long flight."

"Why are you in a hurry now? I thought we’d take our time…"

"Yes and no. Pick somewhere you’d fancy eating. I trust you."

Brunch

After mindlessly browsing the menu for a while, you decided to settle for 

a savoury buckwheat toast with jamón ibérico, benedict eggs, avocado, and some spinach on top, a raspberry mimosa while he picked a brocoli ricotta salmon quiche with a red sangria to cool him.

"May I have a bite of yours, please?"

"Don’t you have yours to eat, he sharply spits back."

"So, I can’t get a taste?"

"Yes, you can I just thought yours looked better."

Oh, I get it!

"You can have mine too, Benimaru! You just had to ask."

I think I’m ovulating. Benimaru looks so good dressed in a white button up tee with black slacks, some comfy velvet sliders and his cheekbones are sharper than my knife. I want to touch it. I know I should let him enjoy his meal in peace. He can have some dessert too…I mean I can personally provide it to him if you get what I’m sayin’.

"You look really good or I should say," you bit your lower lip "fine as fuck!"

"Thank you baby, I try."

"I’m your baby?"

"You don’t like it, I can stop. Whatever floats your boat."

"No, it’s okay. If I’m your baby, I hope you take good care of me."

"Always the best for you."

My foot goes up and down his leg. I’m testing the waters now. Trying to see if I have a freak with me or not.

He chuckles and says under his breath:

"It’s a suggestion don’t start what you can’t finish. When I’m done with you, you will know better than to do this."

"Do I hear a threat? My goodness, I’m so scared!" You dramatically exclaimed.

Come and get me! 

He finishes his plate and orders a bottle of champagne for himself. 

"What are we celebrating?"

"You!"

"Oh, celebrating me? Why such honour, may I ask?"

"Nothing too crazy, I just got a good feeling this trip will be phenomenal!"

You’re probably right. 

"I’m hungry!"

"Then eat up. You can order anything you’d like."

"It’s not that kind of hunger…"

"What is it then?"

"Don’t play dumb, Y/n! You know what I mean."

"I don’t, Benimaru. You might have to remind me…"

Promptly after I’ve finished eating, Benimaru told his men to look after our stuff while he dragged me somewhere.

"Where are we headed? May I know…"

"We’re going to fix something you broke."

"When did I break anything? I don’t remember."

"It’s not that serious but walking with a hard on in public is uncomfortable."

"What do I have to do with it?"

"You caused it baby. Therefore, you get to take care of it."

"What happens if I opt out?"

"Nothing but I doubt you’d say no to what I want to give you."

We get to a unisex bathroom, he quickly glances around to check if people have followed or keep their eye on us. And he drags me into here.

"Is it a quickie or something else?"

"We’ll see. If I change my mind, you won’t have to do anything."

"Great, let’s get going."

"Right! Boarding is in fifteen minutes."

Chapter 5 of After all, it's not a bad idea to get a sugar daddy 

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PPB Square: Possessive Behavior | @peterparkerbingo​

word count: 1.7k rating: explicit warnings: rough s_x, degrading and possessive language, org_sm denial ao3 link: https://bit.ly/36dxXWh

“Do you have any idea how it felt, sweetheart? When I had to watch that piece of shit put his hands on you, and you fucking smiled like you do for me?”

Peter can barely listen, let alone respond. Although the gala just happened, the memory of letting that overly flirty businessman touch him a bit too much is so distant, it feels like a lifetime ago. All that matters now is the feeling of Tony drilling him into the mattress, pushing deeper than Peter ever thought possible.

“I had to pretend like I didn’t care, but I was seeing red, baby.” Tony continues, his breath fanning over Peter’s nape, “Had to keep talking to all those nobodies, when all I wanted was to show that asshole only I touch you like that.” His fingers dig into Peter’s hips, punctuating his point, “Isn’t that right?”

When Peter only gives a choking gasp at the combination of it all - Tony’s claiming words, his bruising grip, his unrelenting pace - Tony abruptly stops, mid-thrust.

“N-No, please,” Peter heaves, because it’s too good to stop, Tony needs to -

“Oh, now you talk?” Tony condescends, and when Peter just wriggles in response, shifting his hips back and forth in a mindless attempt to get that intoxicating feeling back, Tony adds, “Where was this enthusiasm when I asked you a question?”

Peter has to concentrate to recall it, and then to find the wherewithal to answer. When he finally accomplishes both, he responds, high and breathless, “Y-You, only you c-can touch me like that.”

Peter’s still pretty out of it, but he swears Tony growls before he counters, “Then why did you let him touch you?”

It’s still so hard to think - all Peter wants is the mind-numbing cacophony of sensations back - so instead of trying to find another answer, he begs, “I don’t - don’t know, ‘m sorry, jus’ please keep going,”

One of Tony’s hands comes up to Peter’s jaw, pulling his head up from it’s place against the sheets to meet Tony’s burning gaze. The angle is awkward, but Peter doesn’t even consider the strain as their eyes meet; the intensity of it all and the rawness in his stare surprises Peter, and a whine catches in his throat.

“I jus’ - “ Peter cuts himself off, trying to overcome the sudden wave of embarrassment, “I-I wanted to see what you would do.”

The searing look in Tony’s eyes turns incredulous. Tony moves his hand from Peter’s jaw to his hair and pulls hard, so much harder than he’s ever pulled before, and he starts thrusting into him again, still so rough but edging on frantic, now. Peter falls back into the bed, unable to hold himself up against the onslaught.

“What the fuck did you think I would do, sweetheart?” Tony’s angry tone is undercut by the breathless edge to his voice, “You know I don’t like sharing my toys.”

Being referred to as a toy - as Tony’s toy - sends a sharp spear of pleasure through Peter, and his cock leaks precome where it’s pressed between him and the bed. He can barely understand his own muttered words as he tries, “M-Mr. Sta-”

Tony cuts him off swiftly, pulling his hair again and saying, “No, none of that shit. I’m not fucking around. What the fuck did you think would happen, Peter?”

Peter can’t respond, because it’s all too intense in the best way possible. The slick slide of Tony’s cock in and out of him, hitting his prostate head on with each push forward while his own dick rubs against the soft sheets, is about to take Peter over the edge, and he can’t find the voice to warn Tony, only to moan wantonly -

But he knows, anyway. Tony uses his grip on Peter to pull them both upward, effectively sitting Peter onto his lap while leaning on his calves, then squeezes his hand around the base of Peter’s cock. It pulls him from the precipice and rips a mangled groan of frustration from his lips as he jolts in Tony’s embrace.

“No, precious. You’ve gotta answer me, first.”

Peter feels tears prickling in the corner of his eyes as he drops his head back onto Tony’s shoulder, face somehow burning hotter, “I ca-can’t remem - “

Tony doesn’t let him finish the question, saying into his neck as he gives sharp, short thrusts into Peter, “Did you think I’d roll over and let you pull that shit?”

Tony doesn’t even sound like he believes it as he says it, and Peter would laugh at the mere suggestion, but he’s too busy trying to push back onto Tony’s cock, to get him as deep as before. He only manages to shake his head, just a bit.

Tony hums, exaggerated, then continues, “Maybe you wanted me to get jealous? Did you act like a cheap whore to get a rise out of me, huh?”

The shame that courses through Peter from the words is piercing, but thrilling. He nods, hoping it’s enough for Tony to keep going, but he does Peter one better; he moves his hands to under Peter’s thighs and uses the leverage to lift him and drop him back onto his cock.

“Then I’ll treat you like a cheap whore, baby boy.” Tony promises, and Peter only has time to shiver before Tony’s moving him up and down like he weighs nothing, forcing his dick so, so deep into Peter, he wonders if it makes a bulge in his stomach.

Tony completely ignores his cock as Peter writhes on top of him, and when he tries to wrap a hand around his aching dick, Tony catches his wrist and pulls his arm behind his back, holding it there for just a moment before dropping his grasp and trusting Peter to keep it there.

“Nuh-uh,” he teases, “whores come hands free.”

Though Peter tries to blink them away, the tears fall, now. He’s so hard it aches, and it’s beyond any frustration he’s felt before. It makes Peter appreciate the toe-curling pleasure he gets from his cock hitting his prostate even more, and he starts rolling his hips in time with Tony’s.

“Fuck,” Tony groans, “you feel so goddamn good, my own little slut.”

Peter can only choke out a wet gasp in response. He’s lost in the pleasure of it all as they move together, Tony’s large, sturdy hands on his hips the only thing grounding Peter. 

Tony pauses while he’s buried balls deep in Peter to grind into his prostate, keeping the pressure intense and relentless, and Peter knows it’s just moments, but it feels like hours before he’s coming with a strangled sob.

Although Tony stops aiming for Peter’s oversensitive bunch of nerves, he doesn’t let up his momentum, and Peter doesn’t have the energy to do anything but fall limp against his chest. He’s only distantly aware of Tony’s thrusts becoming more and more frenzied.

“You’re mine, angel,” Tony rumbles, “all fuckin’ mine.”

Peter tries to agree, but he can’t get it to come out, so he settles for a desperate, pitiful cry. All the sensations - Tony’s tight grip on his thighs and his warm body pressed against him, Peter’s burning lungs, his too sensitive hole filled to the brim - leave him convulsing, needing more and less simultaneously, and it has more tears spilling down his cheeks. Tony is lost in his own haze of pleasure above him, ignoring Peter’s quiet hiccups and squirming, as he keeps bouncing Peter on his cock.

Then, before Peter can realize what’s happening, Tony pushes him back into the mattress, wrapping his arms around Peter’s torso to pull his back to his chest. Tony drives greedy, aborted thrusts into him, and Peter barely musters the strength to bring his hands up to hold onto Tony’s arms, otherwise laying boneless below him.

With a deep, guttural moan, Tony comes inside of him, his hips jerking in uncontrolled, hectic movements. Peter whimpers as Tony’s pulsating cock nudges his prostate, making his dick twitch valiantly, despite Peter knowing he’s too exhausted for a round two.

When Tony starts to pull away, Peter has a difficult time letting him; his hold on Tony’s arms are tight, tighter than he thought he could hold right now, and he leans back into Tony as he tries to separate them. Tony wins the struggle, though, and as he eases his flaccid cock out of him, Peter can’t help but give another soft cry.

Peter’s hardly aware of Tony’s gentle shushing as he turns him over with accommodating touches and soothing murmurs of affection. He feels Tony reach across the bed, and then he’s easing Peter’s legs open and lifting him up carefully to clean the mess between them.

Peter whines as Tony grazes over his sensitive rim with a cursory wipe. He thinks he hears Tony speak, but it’s too far away for him to listen. Tony leans back, away from Peter, taking his comforting presence and heat with him. Peter feels the shifting of the bed as Tony gets off, leaving him alone in the expansive bed and soiled sheets.

Time is just a vague notion as Peter waits for Tony to come back, but he does eventually. If Peter had the energy, he’s sure he would’ve sobbed with relief - the return of Tony’s hands against him is grounding, and he’s suddenly filled with a desperate need to speak.

“’m sorry,” Peter mumbles, remembering the fierce look in Tony’s eyes when he admit why he let the stranger at the gala touch him too personally.

Above him, Tony sighs. “No, baby. I should’ve -- ” but he pauses before he finishes the thought, continuing instead with, “We’ll talk about it later, okay?”

Peter nods weakly, then starts as a warm, damp cloth touches the skin of his inner thighs. Tony uses his free hand to stroke a line along his side as he cleans the remaining moisture, and Peter’s chest tightens with his overwhelming love for the man.

“Y-You’re -- ” and it’s Peter’s turn to cut himself off, swallowing hard and turns his eyes to the side, because although he needs to know, he feels too vulnerable asking it, “you’re mine, too... right?”

Tony doesn’t say anything for several moments. Peter’s heart falls a bit, but then he looks up to meet his gaze. It’s soft, a bit melancholy, even, and filled with so much fondness, Peter doesn’t know what to do with it.

“For as long as you’ll have me, angel.”

[shina913]

Churned | MYG

❃ Festivaled Away: Hot Boy Summer

Hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

⤞ Ticket: Traveling/Vacation ⤞ Main Event: Frostee (one night stand) ⤞ Games: Food play, temperature play

Pairing: BDE!Yoongi x fem!reader

Genre: smut; pwp; one night stand; strangers to ?; NSFW

Rating: 18+

Summary: A long weekend away with your friends turns out to be more interesting when they invite an unexpected guest.

Word count: 4,989

Warnings: sexually explicit language; grown-girl talk; cussing; food play; flirting; sexual tension; riding; clit play; nipple/breast play; dirty talk; alcohol consumption; teasing; temperature play; unprotected sex (OC is on birth control but still--be safe); multiple orgasms; cunnilingus; fingering; hyperstimulation; pet names; soft!dom Yoongi; some manhandling; ass-smacking (once); creampie; bed-sharing; hints of aftercare

A/N: Just when I thought I couldn't dig any deeper--here we are! I really, really only intended for this to be a drabble...and it's gone completely off the rails. Grammys Yoongi still has a chokehold on me. Also...I may or may not have listened to The-Dream's Falsetto on repeat while writing this. Make what you will out of that. 😜

Anyway, I'm super excited to join my first network event! Thanks to Madame Ryen @kithtaehyung​ for the prompts! Enjoy!

It was a long weekend and your friend Lili, along with her boyfriend Hobi, have planned a relaxing cabin getaway out of town. The cabin rental was Hobi’s friend, Namjoon’s idea. The location was tucked away up in the mountains, overlooking a lake. Namjoon said that it was a great way to recharge and reconnect with nature and he planned many group activities around that–which his fiancee, Yeona, was all-too-happy to indulge him in.

“I thought you said you were bringing Kai?”

You groaned at Lili and waved her off. “Oh, I ended that shit days ago.”

Her eyes widened comically. “And you didn’t tell me?” 

You shrugged. “Eh. It wasn’t really that serious between us so I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“I thought you said he was cute?”

“He was, but that boy couldn’t make me cum if he tried,” you say flippantly.

“Oh no,” she says gravely. “So…it didn’t get any better?”

You threw your hands up and shrugged. “Nope. I just find myself reaching for my vibrator more often than not. I thought to myself—what’s the point of having access to dick when that dick ain’t shit anyway.”

She hummed, while she organized the produce in the fridge. “True.” 

“What’s worse is that he didn’t even really have that much of a personality so…I was really counting on the sex to be mind-blowing. 0 for 2 there.” You scoffed. “I mean…is it really too much to ask to get dick-whipped every now and then?”

Lili laughs heartily by the kitchen sink. "I think the term you're looking for is 'dicked-down'," she corrects.

"Whatever, Lil. The point is, I just want to be manhandled a little," you call out past your shoulder. You rounded the corner to walk back by the front door to retrieve more items that your friends have unloaded when you jump after seeing a stranger standing by the door.

“Holy shit,” you yelped in horror and threatened to throw a can of chicken broth at him.

“Woah, woah—please don’t do that,” he says in a soft voice. “I’m really sorry that I snuck up on you.”

You hung on to the can of broth. “Who are you?” You ask as you try to bring your heart rate down. “H-how long have you been standing there?” 

“YN, are you okay?” Lili rushes over to you then gets a good look at the newcomer. “Oh…are you—Hobi and Joon’s friend?”

He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, yeah. I’m—“

“Oh, good you’ve met Yoongi!” Hobi exclaims out as he walks into the cabin unloading more groceries, followed by Namjoon and Yeona.

After formal introductions and some explanations, you finally relax and put the can down.

“Nice to meet you,” he says in a low, gentle voice. His eyes linger on you.

“Anyway, the room assignments aren’t fixed but obviously, Hobi and Lil claimed the master bedroom. Yeona and I have the loft and YN has the other bedroom that has a double bed. So your options are either the couch or hammock by the deck,” Namjoon explains.

“I’m cool with taking the couch.” You hear Yoongi say as you walk back to the pantry to put away more snacks while Yeona shows Yoongi where the extra sheets and pillows are.

******

Yeona and Lili busied themselves around the kitchen while you stuck to watching them since you were a bit of a hazard—which Yeona was completely comfortable with since Namjoon was the same way at home…and well, pretty much anywhere.

You sat on the counter snacking on a tangerine while watching your girlfriends prepare lunch. “So, how long have they known this Yoongi-guy? I’ve never heard them talk about him before.”

“Yoongi just moved to town. They were all roommates in college, lost touch for a couple years then reconnected just recently,” Yeona explains. “He works in tech, I think.”

You hummed. “He seems pretty quiet.”

Lili chuckled to herself. “Or maybe he’s just intimidated by how loud we all are”

“He’s cute though,” you said, noncommittally as you chewed on a tangerine slice.

Lili and Yeona’s heads whip around in your direction, eyeing you suspiciously.

You suddenly find yourself uncomfortably shifting. “What? I have eyes! I’m not insinuating anything.”

“Babe, insinuate all you want. I hear he’s single,” Lili says.

“…And packing,” Yeona adds.

Now it was your turn to be shocked at your friend. “Yeona! You are an engaged woman!”

She laughed. “So? I have eyes, too. Not that I’m going to do anything about it because I’m fully satisfied with Joon, if you catch my drift.”

Your giggles ring in the kitchen.

“But how can you tell?” Lili asks.

Yeona motions over to the deck where the guys are hanging out, making casual conversation when Yoongi gets up to grab a beer from the cooler.

“See how low those shorts are slung?”

Your eyes slowly drift to his waistband.

“It’s not just the drawstring and elastic holding them up,” Yeona mumbles. “I would know because,” she clears her throat, “Namjoon has the same special skill.”

You and Lili tilt your heads almost in unison and hum in appreciation. Suddenly, Yoongi glances at the window and into the kitchen and you all turn your attention elsewhere, pretending that you were doing something important.

******

After lunch, the afternoon turned to be a scorcher so you all changed into your swimsuits and made your way down to the lake to cool off.

Yoongi turned out to be a silent observer, mostly. Fully content watching the banter between you and your friends. Hobi and Namjoon would occasionally rib him from their college days and he just laughed along while trading one-liners of his own.

You were perfectly fine enjoying the afternoon and taking a dip in the lake. But thanks to Yeona’s earlier comment, you couldn’t keep your eyes from drifting down to Yoongi’s boardshorts. You were pulled away from your daydream when he randomly splashes you with water.

“You okay there?” He asks.

You freeze and panic. “Uhh—fine.” You blinked then shook your head. This wasn’t going to work. You decided to extract yourself from this potentially dangerous situation. Otherwise, this was shaping up to be an extra long weekend. “Uhm, you know, what? I’m gonna head back up to the cabin.”

“Are you okay, YN?” Hobi calls out.

“I’m fine. Just a little tired. I’ll go and relax and maybe read a book or something.”

“Want me to come with you, babe?” Lili asks.

“No, thanks. I’m fine, I swear. It’s just the heat. Don’t let me ruin your fun.”

You made your way up the wooden steps leading back to the cabin. It was still pretty humid so instead of taking a shower right away, you go into the fridge and grab a couple of ice cubes and hold them up to your neck.

You sighed, feeling the touch of coolness against your skin.

“YN?”

You gasp at the sound of his voice, turning to see Yoongi standing by the counter.

“Jesus, you’re really light on your feet,” you remarked. “Were you a cat or something in your previous life?”

He laughs. “So I’ve been told. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. You looked a little…flustered earlier.”

Flustered was right. Flustered with the thought of Yoongi’s dickprint mocking you through those shorts.

“You’re sweet but I’m okay. You didn’t have to come all the way up here to check up on me,” you say softly.

The ice cubes continued to melt and drip down your skin.

“Hot day, huh?” He says as he takes a couple of steps towards you, brushing up his soaked hair back with his fingers.

“Yeah,” you agreed, suddenly breathless while you watched him.

“Leave it to Namjoon to find a place with no air conditioning,” he jokes.

You both laugh, breaking the tension. And then it was back again when you both fell silent. You fidgeted then moved the ice cubes to the back of your neck, where the water continued to drip down your bikini top.

“That looks refreshing. Can I try?” He motions to the ice on your neck.

You raised your eyebrows. “S-sure. Knock yourself out,” you said.

You were baffled seeing him walk up to you instead of the fridge. He was now inches away from you. You then gestured at the fridge and tell him, “There’s ice–”

“I said, I wanted to try this.” Before you could stop him, he dipped his mouth onto your neck and sucked hard.

You gasped as you felt the alternate sucking and licking patterns he did. When he squeezes your hip bone, you let out a deep, ragged moan.

But it was short-lived as you both jump and quickly separate the moment you hear Hobi’s cackles approaching the doorway.

“Hey, I thought you were gonna lie down?” Lili says.

“I was–uh–but…” You scrambled. “I…I just wanted to cool off a bit more,” you held up the ice cubes as some measly proof that you weren’t up to anything scandalous. You glanced at Yoongi whose hands rested on the counter, looking cool as a cucumber. As if he wasn’t just trying to give you a hickey seconds ago. You try to casually flip your hair to try and cover up in case he left any obvious marks.

Your friends don’t seem to suspect anything.

“Namjoonie, you think we can get the grill going?” Hobi says, breaking the tension.

Before Namjoon can answer, “Hobi–” Yeona scolds him. “Do you know who you’re talking to and what you are asking him to do?”

“I’ll do it,” Yoongi volunteers. “I think I’m cooled enough,” he says before prying his eyes away from you and walking back towards the deck to set up the grill.

Everyone else retreats to their room to get changed while you rush over to the bathroom, immediately desperate for that cold shower you had initially intended on getting.

******

After dinner, you, Namjoon, and Yeona played some board games in the dining room while Hobi, Lili, and Yoongi sat out on the deck by the firepit. It distracted you momentarily from this afternoon’s close-call. You excused yourself to grab a beer from the fridge and decide to glance out by the deck.

To your surprise, Yoongi was already looking your way. Your breath hitches and you turn away. You fumble with the kitchen drawers, trying to look for the bottle opener.

“Looking for something?” You look up to see him standing in the kitchen.

“Uh–just…looking for the bottle opener,” you smile nervously. He unnerved you–there was no question about it. And this was only the first night! You wondered how you’d be able to get through the rest of the weekend thinking about Yoongi’s possibly gifted crotch-area.

“Here, I keep one on my key ring, just in case.” He offers you his set of keys, holding up the bottle opener separately and handing it to you. You flinch when his hands touch yours during the exchange.

“Uh, thanks,” you mutter after you crack the bottle open, then quickly drop the keys into his palm before you walk away from him wordlessly, to return to your board game. You were intent on avoiding him for the rest of the night–for your sanity.

The night went on and one by one, each of your friends started to turn in. 

You laid in your room, tossing and turning. It was late but you craved something. You weren’t sure whether you were thirsty or hungry, or both. You pad over to the kitchen and rummage through the snack bin. You didn’t find anything of interest.

You look into the freezer then find a pint of cookie dough ice cream. That should hit the spot, you thought. You grabbed a spoon, and dug in–not even bothering to scoop a bit into a separate bowl. You’d probably finish the whole thing in one sitting.

“Can’t sleep?”

You are startled again as you spot him leaning against the wall by the kitchen.

“Oh my god!” You said as you clutched your chest. “Stop scaring me like that!”

He chuckles. “Sorry! I can’t help how I move. Or maybe you just need to relax a little bit. You seem a bit tense.”

You swallowed hard. “It’s the heat. I can’t stand it. I just get really agitated,” You said, spooning another bite of ice cream into your mouth.

“Sorry I woke you…I forgot you were out here,” you said apologetically, suddenly remembering that he chose to sleep on the couch. 

“Nah. I couldn’t sleep either. I have a weird sleep pattern.”

You nodded wordlessly.

He walks over to the counter to reach for the bottle of whiskey then searches for a lowball glass up on the cupboards. When he couldn’t find one, he settled for one of the plastic cups set out and poured himself a shot. “Want some?”

You shook your head. Whiskey wasn’t really your thing…though watching him toss it back and swallow makes you want to get into it.

“I was thinking,” he started after setting the cup back down on the counter. “Since we’re both up, maybe we could finish what we started…you know, before we got rudely interrupted.”

“What makes you think I’d want to finish it?” You’d sound more convincing if the fluttering in your belly would just quit.

He smirks, then saunters towards you. He rests his hand on your hipbone and squeezes it gently. You gasp at the contact.

“One thing you need to know about me is that…I’m very observant. I also like to pay attention.”

He was closing in on you—your lips barely touching. You were panting softly into his mouth. He decides to tease you by darting his tongue out to lick your bottom lip.

“I know you liked it when I touched you here.” He was massaging your hip now. Your hands gripped the kitchen counter, unaware how much longer you’d be able to stand upright.

“And you liked when I did this,” he dipped his head and sucked on your neck. You stifled a moan. When he pulls away, you suddenly feel bereft.

“I want to try something.” You follow his line of sight as he glances over at the pint of ice cream that you were just snacking on. His eyes are dancing with delight as you telepathically work out what he was planning to do.

“Do you—“

“Okay,” you say a little too eagerly.

His lips curve into a slow, sexy smile. “Alright then.” He grabs your spoon and dips it into the tub. He brings it to his mouth for a taste. “Mm…what flavor is this?”

You watch his tongue lick the back of the spoon. “Cookie dough,” you say softly.

“Hm.” He dips the spoon into the tub once more. “I’m more of a chocolate guy but I think I might learn to like this.”

You gasp as he lets the ice cream drip down to the swell of your breast. As the drop slides down to your skin he catches it with his mouth, suckling on the skin. You immediately feel your panties soak through the gusset.

He pulls away once more, licking his lips clean.

He motions over to the counter. “Hop on,” he commands and you do as you’re told.

He takes the pint again and tells you to scoot down to the edge of the counter. Once you do, he drops another scoop of ice cream on your thigh. You watch it slowly drip down further into your leg.

Yoongi dips his head down and you could have sworn that you heard him inhale and take in your scent before he drags his tongue from your inner to your upper thigh. You stifled a moan when he began sucking on the flesh for a few seconds.

“Y-Yoongi, wait—“ You gripped his shoulders.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No, but—“

His eyebrows knit in confusion.

“I think,” you panted, trying to get your head straight after his oral assault. “I think we should move this somewhere else? I-I just don’t want anyone to walk in on us. Maybe you’re into that but I’m not.”

“I’m good with whatever you’re comfortable with.” He gives you a small smile.

“Bedroom, then?”

“Sure.”

You hopped off the counter and started to walk back to your room when you paused then turned to him. “Bring that, will you?” You nodded at the tub of ice cream.

As soon as he shuts the door behind him and sets the ice cream down by the dresser, you turn your head and pull his mouth towards yours for a long, deep kiss. His tongue explored your mouth, licking, tasting.

You felt him backing you up until your calves hit the side of the bed before lowering you onto it. You scoot back further and he starts working on pulling your bottoms off. As soon as he pulls your top off, his mouth quickly wraps around a nipple while his other hand pinches the other.

He pulls away to retrieve the ice cream that he left on the dresser.

You leaned back, your weight balanced on your elbows. Your heartbeat quickened as you anticipated his next move. His gaze was hot, lips parted as he dropped another scoop down to your pelvis. He drags his tongue downwards, until he goes past your mound and finishes with a light flick at your folds.

You gasped audibly. When he leans back, you dip your finger into the tub and swipe it at his mouth. A low growl escapes him as you licked it off hungrily. His eyes were so completely dilated by lust, they were black.

You lifted his shirt. You pulled it up and over his head, his shoulders strain with the hard stretch of fabric. You take the ice cream from him and dip your fingers into the tub once more and drag it across your chest.

His head turned, mouth latching onto your nipple and suckling, easy, gentle tugs of suction on the sensitive point. You whimpered when his teeth caught the hardened tip, completely trapping you.

Your head bowed, eyes entranced at the sight of his hollowing cheeks. Inside the heat of his mouth, his tongue fluttered at the tip, his throat working as he swallowed. Your core tightened and pulsed, echoing the rhythmic pulls. You feel him slide two fingers in you–working and stretching you for him.

Having had enough, he takes the tub and tosses it by the nightstand haphazardly.

He slots himself between your legs and settles there for a bit, tasting, and licking you. Your back arches, lifting your hips to his mouth as he sucked and fluttered his tongue over your clit. He sits up, stopping short of your orgasm–which, surprisingly, didn’t even make you mad.

Frantically reaching between you, you untied the drawstring of his waistband and pushed the elastic down enough to free him. You gasped not just at the size but the girth. This was why you weren’t mad at him for stopping.

“What did you say you wanted earlier?”

You swallow hard as his voice brings you back to reality. “W-what?”

“Earlier, when you were in the kitchen.” He was pumping his cock slowly, stopping to squeeze the tip…teasing you while you salivated.

“I…I don’t–” you struggled to find the words.

“You wanted to get–what was it? Dick-whipped? Or dicked-down?”

Your eyes almost bulge out of your sockets as he repeated your supposedly throwaway comment from this morning–when he walked in on you and Lili in the kitchen.

“If that’s still on the table then you’re in for a real treat,” he says with a devilish lilt to his voice. You didn’t protest when he took your hand and pulled it towards him. You instinctively wrap your hands around him, fingertips tracing the thick veins coursing along his length. The tip was dripping with precum, your thumb captured it, hands gliding, spreading his slick all over him.

He pulls away and sits on the bed, urging you to climb on top of him. Once your legs settle on either side of his hips, you lift yourself slightly then align the tip to your opening. “Take it slow,” he ordered gruffly. “I want to be inside you all night and we can’t have you sore,” he says, running his hands down your arms.

That sent shivers down your spine, goosebumps covering your skin. You couldn’t take your eyes off it. “What if–what if I can’t–” you struggled to find the words. You weren’t sure if he would fit–if you could make him fit. Sensing your apprehension, Yoongi reached up with both hands, pushing the hair back from your face. “Trust me–” He kisses you. “You can,” he says confidently.

You were the one positioning him, lowering onto him, taking a moment to rub the wide head of his cock back and forth between your already dripping folds.

He groaned at the feel of your warmth, his hips lifting slightly, pushing demandingly into you. He grabbed your hips firmly, pulling you down, spreading you wide open for him.

“Fuck, Yoongi,” Your eyelids grew heavy as you sank onto him, taking him inch by inch inside of you.

He lifted you slightly. You sighed, feeling his length glide out of you until he stopped right at the tip. He held you there, hovering for a few seconds then lowered you again, making you take more of him in. The veins in his neck stood out as he strained to maintain control.

You pushed up, then slid back down. Over and over. Working him deeper each time, until your ass sat atop his thighs. He was deliciously thick and long. You whimpered as he throbbed inside you.

Tilting your head, you kissed him, savoring the slow slide of his tongue against yours.

With your hands on his shoulders, you fucked him with rhythmic pumps of your hips. He was delectable and absolutely irresistible. The feel of his cock moving inside you. That low, rumble in his chest gave away how turned on he was. A sheen of sweat coated his chest and his forehead. The way his biceps and pectorals clenched when you dropped down and his cock pushed deep. You were shamelessly needy for it and couldn’t get enough.

“Mm–so fucking good,” he growled, making your walls clench at the compliment.

He put the pad of his thumb to his lips and ran his tongue across it in a slow, sensual lick, his eyes never leaving your face. Reaching between you, he rubbed your clit in hard, quick circles. His ministrations turned out to be too much–pushing you over the edge. You felt a scream building up but you also didn’t want to wake the whole cabin. You instinctively bury your face between the crook of his neck and shoulder before you came with a cry, your cunt milking his cock in euphoric ripples.

Not even a few seconds after the contractions slow, he springs into action and flips you on to your stomach.

With one hand at the small of your back, holding you down, he cupped your wet heat and rubbed, massaging your arousal all over you. He spread it around, coating you with it. Your hips circled, seeking that perfect bit of pressure to reach another orgasm.

The pounding in your clit and the needy clenching of your empty cunt was driving you mad. He pushed two fingers into you and your nails dug into layers of sheets. He finger-fucked you leisurely, sliding lazily in and out, keeping you on the edge.

“Yoongi, please,” you sobbed, the sensitive tissues inside you rippling greedily around his digits. You were coated in sweat, barely able to breathe.

His fingers pulled free and then his cock was pushed into you. Your pussy spasmed around him, sucking him deeper. You heard his breath catch in a muffled groan.

You mewled helplessly with the pleasure of it, your entire body shaking as he fucked you thoroughly, his cock rubbing and tugging at tender, hyperstimulated nerves. The pressure built and built, brewing like a storm.

“Oh, fuck, yesss,” you gasped, stretched tightly with anticipation.

Then he pulled out at the first grip of your core and left you hanging on the precipice again. Only to slip himself all the way back in, filling you, stroking rhythmically into your trembling core.

His thighs kept yours spread wide so he could sink deep. Over and over. The tempo of his thrusts were relentless.

You let out a sudden yelp when he gives your ass a good smack. Bending over you, he gasped in your ear, “Are you dicked-down enough yet? Hm?”

You had nothing left to fight with, barely able to whimper when he reaches under and rolled an aching nipple between his fingertips and slides down to your splayed legs. His hips began to lunge, his cock pumping upward into you as he pinched and swiped at the folds around your throbbing clit before rubbing the swollen bud.

You came again with a hoarse cry of his name, the sheets and mattress muffling your screams. Your entire body convulsing as the relief exploded through you. The orgasm lasted, what felt like forever and Yoongi was tireless, extending your pleasure with the perfect thrusts you’d craved for earlier.

You collapse onto the bed, panting and soaked with sweat. He pulls out of you carefully and turns you over with your back to the mattress. You were in a complete orgasmic daze–incapable of stopping him when he pushed your thighs apart and put his mouth on you. He tongued and suckled on your clit until you came again. And again.

Your back arched with each orgasm, your breath draining from your lungs. You lost track of how many times you climaxed after they began rolling into each other, cresting and waning like the tide. 

Climbing over you with one knee on the mattress and the other leg extended to the floor, he pushes himself into you one more time. You shoved at him, “Wait–I don’t know if I can take any more…”

“I know, baby.” He slid into you, his eyes on your face as he pushed carefully through swollen tissues. “I’ll go slow,” He says soothingly.

Somehow, it occurred to you that he hadn’t cum yet. Hypersensitivity be damned, your hips moved of their own volition and met his thrusts.

“So good…can’t stop,” he says sighs. Like clockwork, you feel another orgasm slowly building up.

“I don’t think I can pull out–you feel too fucking good,” he moans as he drags his cock in and out of your cunt.

You didn’t want him to, either. “S’okay–implant,” you managed to assure him, referring to the contraceptive implant in your arm.

He rolled his hips, stirring his cock inside you, pulling you onto him until you gasped in pain at how deep he was. Your cunt clung to the base of his length, spread wide for him. He filled you to the brim and you loved every bit of it. Throwing his head back, he gasped and jerked inside you. He spurted hotly, groaning, his hips still thrusting, staying true to what he said…that he just couldn’t stop.

******

The next morning, you awoke with the sun peeking through the blinds. You roll onto your back as your eyes adjust to the natural light that starts to fill the room. Vague memories from last night also began to flood in.

Yoongi.

“Fuck,” you sit up abruptly, suddenly aware that you were naked under the covers. The door slowly opening startles you and you instinctively pull the blankets tight around your chest. He walks in with a big, piping hot cup of coffee. You accept it and mouth your ‘thanks’ before taking a sip. You hummed in appreciation while he sat on the mattress next to you.

“Didn’t think I’d ever get enough of hearing that sound,” he says as he shyly scratches the back of his head.

You smiled as your face started to heat up. You cleared your throat. “Uhm—did you…did you sleep here? I don’t remember.” Yes, the multiple orgasms practically rendered you comatose.

“Yeah,” he says slowly. “I managed to grab a towel from the bathroom across the hall after…for you–but then after that, I, uh…didn’t think I could walk back to the couch,” he laughed nervously, “So…I just knocked out. I hope you didn’t mind.”

“No, I didn’t.” Truthfully, you didn’t remember much but you vaguely recalled a warm body next to yours. You weren’t much for cuddling but it didn’t seem to bother you.

You both chuckled awkwardly. “Anyway, I woke up before everyone else and made breakfast. Thought you’d be hungry.”

“Oh.” That was nice of him. “Y-yeah…I just–need a minute to get changed.”

“Sure. Take your time,” he says casually before leaning in, intending to give you a peck on your cheek but you suddenly turn your head and he ends up landing on your lips instead.

Okay…this, you remember. His velvet tongue slips into your mouth, stroking yours in long, languid licks. He pulls away first–and you’re both breathless. Knowing full well that you were bare under the sheets, he’s fighting every instinct in him to rip the covers off you and fuck you senseless this morning.

"So...I’ll, uh, see you in a few minutes? Namjoon says he wants everyone to go on a hike later so you might need some fuel for that.”

You made a face. You weren’t much of an outdoors-y person but you also didn’t want to be the party pooper. “I guess, yeah.”

“Or,“ his finger brushes your bare shoulder. "I can tell him that we're allergic to hikes and we can just chill in the jacuzzi out back. It’d be a shame not to put it to good use this weekend,” he says offhandedly.

You bit your lip at the sound of that.

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Lace | Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader x Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw.

Lace. Summary: What happens behind closed doors, stays between the three of you. 1,335 words Female/AFAB reader. Warnings: EXPLICIT MINORS DNI. vaginal penetrative sex, cream pie, oral (female receiving), cum play, voyeurism, implied consent, threesome, Jake’s filthy mouth Notes: Absolute filth thanks to something that @hederasgarden dropped in my ask box. Likes, comments and reblogs are gold. Thank you so much for reading, it means the most. 

“You look so good like this.” Jake’s panting in your ear, his hands so tight on your hips you’re almost certain they’re already bruised. “Fucked out on my cock, whimpering every time I push in.” White hot kisses smear down your neck, his tongue chasing your sweat. The bed squeaks under your combined weight and the force of his thrusts. The way he claimed you, and the sweet champagne you drank went straight to your head. He had snuck touches all evening, and when his hand landed on your hip for the last time, his long fingers brushing the curve of your ass, you had leaned back to nip his jaw. Not too long after that you two were colliding against elevator walls, hands tugging at clothing on the way up to your room. He had unzipped your dress as you unlocked the hotel room, pressing kisses to the exposed skin. You couldn’t remember how many times he’d made you come already, your nerves were on fire, every cell of your being screaming out for him for more. He had come twice already, and you could feel him approaching another climax. He growls against your ear as he drops his full weight to you, pinning you to the bed completely under him. Another absolutely feral snarl passes his lips, his cock buried in you twitching as he fills you again. You’re so full of him that he continues to fuck you through your orgasm you can feel his cum slide from you only to be pushed back in by his thick length. He's slumped against you, peppering kisses on your face, neck, shoulders, murmuring soft praise that made your toes curl. He catches your mouth with his as he pulls out, swallowing your moan. “You’re such a good girl for me, baby.” Jake’s so gentle when he pulls out, settling on the bed next to you. His fingers tip your face toward him, and he kisses you again. “You alright?” You nod, still not entirely sure how to breathe properly. “You’re good.” “I know I am baby, but are you okay?” “Very good.” You lick your lips and dare to stretch a little. “I’m going to get you some water. Stay put.” He kisses your forehead and rolls out of bed, pulling his boxers on as he goes. You can hear him rummaging around looking for a bottle of water, and then the sink running when he comes up empty handed. There’s a knock at the door and you can hear him mutter out a curse, before the water shuts off. The lock on the door clicks, and he’s opening it. You can hear him speaking to someone, slowly realizing that the deep baritone belonged to Rooster. “You can’t come in right now Bradshaw,” Jake’s standing in the doorway, blocking you from view. “You’ve got my room key asshole, I kind of need it.” “How the fuck did I end up with your key?” You can hear the push and pull of the door. “Listen Seresin, it’s fine if you’ve got someone in there, just give me the key.” “Stay here.” You can hear the door open wider, Rooster stepping through and it closing behind him. Jake comes back into view, holding his finger to his lips. You nod, not really sure if your vocal chords worked either. Jake’s rummaging in his uniform pockets, his brow furrowing deeper each time he comes up empty. “Stinks like pussy in here,” Rooster calls out. “Yeah, it’s what happens when you get to take a beautiful woman to bed.” “There’s one beautiful woman down there, and I don’t know where she went.” Rooster says. “I doubt she’s willing to drop into bed with you.” You bite back giggles when Jake smirks at you. “You think she’s pretty?” Jake asks using your name. “She’s gorgeous. Smart, witty and kind on top of that.” Rooster’s voice is coming closer. “Jesus Seresin.” You can hear him suck in a breath, feel the weight of his gaze when it lands on you in bed. “You can just call me Jake, Bradshaw, you don’t have to get all biblical with it.” He presses Rooster’s hotel room key to the other man’s chest. “It’s rude to stare.” He brushes past Rooster, coming back with the water. Jake helps you sit up and you sip at the water, feeling a bit more of yourself come back with each swallow. “How many loads did you take?” Rooster’s voice cracks when he speaks. “Three, I think.” Rooster’s hands curl, flexing into fists before he’s relaxing them. His chest rises and falls harshly, and he’s staring at you like he’s starving. “Fuck,” he whimpers, finally tearing his eyes from you. “Look at him,” Jake purrs into your ear. “He’s so hard he’s cross-eyed.” You nod. Rooster’s dress whites were already tight on his thighs, his cock straining under the starched fabric. You look at Jake, seeing the question in his eyes. “It’s up to you,” Jake whispers against your temple. “Please,” you say. “Tell him, not me.” Jake grins, moving from your side to sit in the armchair at the desk. “Want to help me clean up?’ You look at Rooster, knees falling apart so there’s no question of what you’re asking. He groans raggedly, looking from you to Jake, who waves at him. “You heard the lady, Bradshaw, don’t make her ask twice.” Rooster’s shucking his uniform top, the bed dipping as he crawls onto it. He nuzzles against your neck, his moustache tickling against sensitive skin. Jake’s kisses were hot enough to burn skin, but when Rooster’s mouth closed over yours you damn near levitated. Rooster kissed with his whole body, his hands roaming gently over your curves. He pulled on the lace of your bra, kissing the swell of your breast, his other hand groping at you. “Thought you liked tits Seresin.” He murmurs against your skin. “They looked too pretty in the lace.” Jake says. Rooster’s hands are larger, just as warm as Jake’s as they settle on your hips, thumb rubbing soft circles over reddened skin. “You feel good sweetheart.” His words are punctuated by his mouth as he moves down your body, settling between your thighs. You tremble as his fingers brush along the inside of your thighs, his tongue following the path of his touch. “Look at you,” he says. “Thighs coated with your sweetness, and so much cum leaking out.” His lips brush against your lower abdomen, his hands sliding under your ass, tipping your hips up a little bit. He licks at your folds, humming quietly to himself. His tongue darts out against your clit, teasing you slowly before he’s lapping at the slow slide of Jake’s cum from your spent pussy. His groan vibrates through you, his mouth tight on you. Tongue delving into you, easing soft moans from you as he licks and kisses, the noises absolutely obscene. Your hand finds his hair, tangling in messy curls, pulling his face closer. His nose bumps your clit, you can feel his jaw working as he devours you. Hands gripping the sheets, you can’t help but rock your hips against his mouth. You feel him nod, pulling you closer, fingers gripping your thighs tightly. “Rooster…” “Say his name when you come for him,” Jake’s voice is so hoarse, and when you glance at him, he’s got his cock in his fist pumping away lazily. “You look good like that baby, making me reconsider sharing.” Rooster’s shiver works through you, and whine. He doesn’t let up, and the heat spiraling in your belly is overwhelming you. You come for him, moaning Bradley’s name. You tug his hair a bit harder when you can’t take anymore. Bradley sits back, wiping his mouth and chasing the last bit of your release with his tongue. “You taste so good sweetheart,” He kisses at your hip. “My name sounds so pretty on your lips.” “She’s a good girl,” Jake says. “For both of us.” --------- Tagging in: @robertcallsignbobfloyd    @a-reader-and-a-writer  @hederasgarden   @writercole  @evansrogerskitten   @arianna-bradshaw @roses-and-grasses   @letsfvckingdance @green-socks @skvatnavle @a-reader-and-a-writer     @mayhem24-7forever @callsign-phoenix @yespolkadotkitty @princessmisery666 @lt-natrace   @princessphilly @hoe-on-the-range

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Morning sex with The Boyz

The Boyz Masterlist                            Group Masterlist

Not requested but wanted to write something for myself after my week

Sangyeon: 

The gentle touch on your waist had shifted slightly, finding it’s way under your sleep shirt to draw shapes on the skin. Sangyeon knew you were awake, he could tell by the way your breath hitched at his actions. So it only egged him on further. 

Sangyeon’s lips found your neck and that was when you melted into his touch. Appreciating the affection so early in the morning, especially as his fingers inched down and under the edge of your underwear. “What’s gotten into you this morning?” You sighed between the kisses being placed on your neck. You could feel him smile against your skin before simply chuckling. His hand now cupping your core teasingly. 

“I missed you while I was sleeping.” You could feel his hard on poking your side as he spoke. You couldn’t help but laugh, turning around to fully face him and taking the advantage to slip your own hand into his underwear. Stroking him gently, you watched his eyes flutter shut and he let out a sigh. 

“Seems like you missed me too.” 

Jacob: 

You watched as a soft smile pulled over his lips as you traced them. Truth be told you couldn’t help yourself, Jacob was beautiful in all ways and you loved admiring him. His eyes opened slowly, gracing you with that beautiful expression of his. 

“What are you doing?” He asked, pulling you so that you were now comfortably on top of him. “Admiring you.” You said softly, your fingers moving gently from his lips, down to his bare chest. Your body moved down slowly, kissing the exposed skin where ever you could. Down his chest and abs only to look up at him as you reached the waistband of his sweatpants. His eyes were hooded with sleep but that smile was unmissable. 

“Admiring me? I should be the one admiring you.” His voice was still very filled with sleep, even as you pulled his sweatpants down to his thighs. Jacob couldn’t take his eyes off of you, not as you took his half hard cock into your mouth and especially not as you looked back up at him. 

“Why don’t you turn around so that I can admire you at the same time?” 

Younghoon:

Moments like this, they were rare. Moments where you both had enough energy to start the day like this. Younghoon’s face was burried in the crook of your neck and his arms were wrapped around you, hips rocking into yours gently. 

“Younghoon-” Your voice was barely a whisper, sleep still having some effect on you even in current events. He picked up his pace, moving his hand to lace his fingers with yours and pin your hands over your head. He looked at you, puppy dog eyes taking in your expression and admiring how pretty you were to him like this. 

“You look so pretty.” He whispered, hips nearly stilling completely. He wanted this morning to last because well, moments like I said before moments like this were fleeting. He leaned down and connected your lips as you pulled him even closer with your legs. 

“This is a really good morning.” 

Hyunjae:

Hyunjae had felt you straddle him as he was inbetween consciousness and sleep. But the comfortable weight of you on him was enough to make him open his eyes. However the sight he saw when he did was enough to make him open his eyes wide. 

“Isn’t it a bit too early to be seducing me like this?” He asked and you started laughing, looking down at your appearance. “It’s just your shirt.” You remarked, leaning forward to kiss him. He graciously accepted the kiss, hands coming up to grab your ass roughly. As he did so he dragged the fabric up, pulling it all the way up and off of you. You sat back up after that, allowing him to take a good look at your bare upper half. 

Hyunjae sat up too, pressing his chest to yours and kissing you way harsher than before. You took advantage of this, using his shoulders for leverage to grind down on his very fast appearing bulge. 

“Nevermind, it’s definitely not too early for this.” 

Juyeon: 

It started with you opening your eyes to see him staring at you, somehow that managed to escalate into him being seated between your legs, lips wrapped around your core. Juyeon was nothing if not a giver. 

Your fingers tangled in his hair, hoping to egg him on because fuck you didn’t want him to stop. “You woke up... energetic.” You choked out, feeling him pull away from you and kiss over your stomach and hips. “I couldn’t help myself, you look so good sleeping.” He mumbled against your skin lazily, only to continue this time with the intention of leaving marks. 

The fingers tangled in his hair tugged slightly, signaling that you wanted him to come back up to you. Juyeon slowly made his way back up, kissing where ever he could before connecting your lips and wrapping his arms around you tightly. 

“I don’t think you understand how good you look at all times.” 

Kevin: 

Rolling around, Kevin caged you under him with a big smile. “’Morning.” He said cheerfully and you lifted your hands to cup his face. You were still kind of sleepy but seeing his bright and smiling face gave you some energy. “You’re dressed already?” You asked with a pout and he nodded, leaning forward to kiss you. 

“Don’t be dressed yet.” You mumbled inbetween kisses, feeling them deepen as his tongue dipped into your mouth. Kevin settled between your legs as you kissed, feeling you start to pull his shirt off. He pulled away to throw it on the ground. “I put all this effort into being dressed whenever you woke up.” He teased, moving to kiss over your neck. 

“Too bad.” You sighed, feeling his hand snake down and pull your underwear to the side slightly. He teased you with his fingers, taking in every little sigh and moan that escaped you. Kevin lifted his head again, kissing you a little harder than before and picking up the pace with his fingers. 

“What am I supposed to do with you? If you’re so frisky so early in the morning.” 

New/Chanhee: 

It was a crime to wake Chanhee up before the alarm, truly. But you had found a way that seemed to be effective and didn’t get a lecture thrown your way. (of course this was something you had discussed and he was okay with it) Your hand snaked around his waist, your face burrying into his back as you did so. 

Gently, your hand snuck under the waist band of his boxers and your wrapped your hand around his half hard cock. You could hear a choked moan, which caught you off guard as you thought he was asleep and you let out a laugh into his back. 

“Awake after all?”You asked, your tone incredibly teasing. Chanhee attempted to scoff, only to turn into a moan as your pace picked up. But the best thing he could thing to do was reach back, fingers grazing over your core through your underwear. The action left you stunted, your own hand halting as he rubbed you through the fabric.

“You have an attitude for it being so early.” 

Q/Changmin:

Your fingers carded through his hair as he rested his head on your chest. Slow mornings were nice and he loved the special treatment. But he loved the warm skin of your chest more and he found himself, gently sucking marks into the bare skin. Unbuttoning your sleep shirt more to reveal more skin, he kissed over the top of your stomach. 

His nose brushed against your skin, making you giggle a bit and tug his hair slightly. “What are you doing? i thought we were cuddling?”  You asked, the tone of your voice joking as he kissed down your stomach. “Is that not what this is?” He smiled at you widely, teasingly almost. 

You shook your head with a smile and he moved his hands to pull your shirt off completely. He went to kiss your skin again only for you to stop him. “If my clothes are coming off, yours are too.” You said, pulling his shirt off of him. Changmin adored the feeling of his skin on yours, especially like this. 

“I mean, if that’s really what you want all of my clothes can come off.” 

Haknyeon: 

He was absolutely obsessed with kissing all over your face, this was no exception. Not even when his hoodie was bunched up at your waist and your underwear was somewhere discarded in his room. No, no, definitely no exceptions. 

Haknyeon loved morning sex, it was lazy and gentle and he could show you just how much he loved you. “I love you like this.” He mumbled, rolling his hips lazily into yours and listening to your whimpers. He wrapped your legs around his waist and attached his lips to yours. 

“I love you so much.” You mumbled against his lips, trying to concentrate on your words but it was harder than it seemed. Feeling yourself getting close, you tightened your grip on him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

“I love you too, so so much.” 

Sunwoo: 

Something about the simple act of laying in bed with you made Sunwoo feel some type of way. The feeling of your back side pressing into his front as you slept, it turned him on to no end. But he wasn’t good at letting you know that, well verbally at least. 

His body did a great job of notifying you of these things, especially as you were both slowly waking up. His hard on was very prominently poking your butt and you were very aware of it. Stretching out, you made sure to press against him a little harder to see his response. His hands came down, gripping your hips to hold you there before placing his lips by your ear. 

“Keep doing that, please.” He asked, bucking his hips to press against your ass harder. “You always get shy when you get horny in the morning.” You remarked, moving to grab his hand. You guided it down the front of your sleep shorts, feeling a wave of confidence because of the effect you had on him. “Next time just take initiative.” You whispered, trying to hold back a whimper as his fingers ghosted over your core. 

“Carefull what you wish for.” 

Eric: 

Something about you sleeping in his shirt had sparked something in him. So much so he couldn’t really help himself but pull you on top of him the second you were awake. His hands dragging over your thighs as you made out, squeezing them every now and then. 

Your hands pressed down on his chest, giving you a bit of leverage as your ground down on him. Feeling his bulge through his sweatpants as you pulled your lips away from his to get some air. “Fuck.” He muttered under his breath, feeling completely fucked out by you just kissing him and grinding on him. 

You couldnt help but laugh a bit, rolling your hips again only for him to grip your thighs harshly. The action made you fall forward once more, coming face to face with him as Eric became more stern with you. 

“If we’re gonna do this, let’s take the clothes off.” 

[kylie-writes-stuff]

Too Far

pairing: rodrick heffley x gn!reader ; greg x platonic!reader (but it's mostly a sweet family fic between rodrick and greg)

warnings: cussing, rodrick thinks greg ran away/is missing, rodrick's probably ooc, uh idk what else

word count: 1.7k (why is this the longest thing i’ve written-)

summary: (takes place during rodrick rules) y/n has been a good neighbor and friend for a while now. either of the heffley boys can go to them for anything.

a/n: im a strong believer in the fact that rodrick has a soft side and he truly cares about his little brother. he doesn't show it a lot but it's there. i love rodrick so much so i wanted to try writing for him. sorry if it's ooc but i dunno, i like it. let me know what you think :)

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You were watching tv, no clue what just happened in the house down the street, when there was a knock on the door.

You got up, groaning. Who would be here this late? 

You opened the door, somewhat annoyed, until you saw that it was... Greg? 

It was Greg, the young boy from down the street, with tears in his eyes.

You immediately wrapped an arm around him, leading him inside, “Woah, kid, what’s wrong?”

As the two of you sat back down on the couch, he choked out an answer, “R-Rodrick.”

“What did he do this time? Want me to beat his ass for you?"

A small smile crossed your face when you were able to make the boy chuckle.

He explained that him and Rodrick had a great night together but things went bad once they got home. He said that their parents found the pictures from the party last week, which you had attended, and both the boys got it trouble. But that wasn't why Greg was crying. He was crying because Rodrick was disappointed in him and said some hurtful things.

You didn't push any further. Greg was a tough kid, most of the time, so whatever Rodrick said must've been really bad.

"Wait," you said after a few minutes, "Do your parents know you're here?"

"N-no. I snuck out."

"Greg, you can't do that," you said sternly. You weren't angry, just worried.

"You and Rodrick both sneak out all the time," He tried to reason.

"That's different. We're both old enough to take care of ourselves. No offense, but you're still just a kid. If your parents find out they're gonna be worried sick."

"Can I just stay for a while longer? Please? Besides if they find out I'm gone, they'll probably check here first."

It was true. Greg and Rowley would come to your house sometimes, just to have a different place to hang out. Your parents were away a lot of the time so it worked out.

You were Greg's babysitter when he was in 5th and 6th grade. Ms. Heffley knew you were a responsible kid and she didn't exactly want Rodrick in charge. Now he's in 7th and he's trusted a bit more so you didn't have to take care of him anymore. During that time was when you and Greg got close. The two of you became friends.

You had gotten pretty close with Rodrick too. Especially since you had a lot of the same classes in school. The two of you had similar interests so you would hang out sometimes.

Of course, you couldn't say no to Greg.

You two sat and watched whatever he wanted to watch. You told him that he could have whatever he wanted from the kitchen, it didn't matter. He immediately searched for ice cream, making you laugh.

Soon there was another knock on the door. This time you looked out the peep hole.

"It's Rodrick," you whispered to Greg.

"I'm not here!" He whispered back, running up the stairs.

You waited until he was all the way upstairs, before you opened the door, "Rodrick? Hey, what's up?"

He looked back at you with panicked eyes, "(Y/n), you gotta helped me."

You ushered him in, just as you had done with his younger brother not long ago, and you two sat down. "Of course, what is it?"

"Well I- me and Greg got into a fight I guess? I said some stuff I shouldn't have. I- Fuck, (Y/n), I messed up... I took it too far."

You gently put a hand on his knee, "Hey, relax. You're okay. What do you mean you took it too far?"

"I told him that... I said 'you might be my brother, but you'll never be my friend'. W-We got in trouble for something and I got mad at him. Obviously I don't mean it, i-it just kinda slipped out."

"Okay, well, we both how Greg is. I'm sure he'll understand if you just tell him and apologize. You two will be fine," you offered him a soft smile.

To your surprise, he shook his head.

"That's not what I need your help with."

"Oh," was all you could say.

"I went to check on him a while ago because he's never been in this much trouble, I wanted to make sure he was okay. Mom and Dad were already asleep. I- I went into his room and... and he was gone. (Y/n), I don't know what to do."

You pulled him into a hug, him quickly latching onto you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair. "It's okay Rodrick. I'll help you find him."

Of course, you knew where he was. But you wouldn't give away Greg's spot if he didn't want you too.

Rodrick looked up at you, "You will?"

"Of course, let me get a jacket and we'll go."

You went up the stairs and into your room, where Greg was sitting on your bed.

"Dude, he-"

"I heard all of it. I understand."

"Oh good," you said, waking to your closet to get a jacket, "So, do you forgive him?"

"Of course, he's my brother," The two of you smiled.

As you pulled on your jacket, you asked, "Well what do you wanna do? He's ready to go searching for you."

"Maybe you two can drive around for a while and come back, and i'll just be on the sidewalk around here? I don't know, I just don't him to get at you for lying." He suggested.

You thought about it, nodding.

"Okay... but be careful, alright? Stay in here for like 15 minutes, then you can go out."

You went back downstairs and grabbed your keys. Rodrick followed you out and into your car.

"He couldn't have gone far, right?" He asked, bouncing his knee up and down.

"Nah, i'm sure he stayed close. Lets just check the neighborhood, yeah?" You said.

You drove around, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the center console where Rodrick was holding it tightly.

--

"H-he can't be gone. (Y/n), he can't!"

Of course, you haven't "found" Greg yet. Rodrick was freaking out.

You pulled over and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, his hand still in yours.

"Hey, Rod, it's okay. We'll find him, I promise."

Rodrick shook his head, his eyes becoming glossy. You felt bad for letting him believe Greg was really gone for so long, but you told Greg you'd stick with his plan. And you were true to your word.

"What if we don't?" His voice cracked.

"We will, I promise. But it's getting late and you should rest. We'll go looking for him first thing in the morning. I bet you he probably went to Rowley's house."

"Yeah... yeah, that makes sense," Rodrick nodded. "Thank you."

"You know I'd do anything for you. For Greg, too. I love that kid."

Rodrick smiled, hearing you speak so fondly of his younger brother. In that moment, he knew everything would work out.

You started driving back to the cul-de-sac you guys lived on. Rodrick leaned his head against the window and started to dose off, his hand still holding yours tightly.

Then you saw it. Greg walking on the sidewalk, just like he said he would.

"Rodrick! Dude!" You shook him awake.

"Huh? What?" He woke up, startled.

"Look!" You pointed over to Greg while pulling over.

Rodrick saw him and as soon as you stopped the car, he opened the door and stumbled out.

"Greg!" He called out to his younger brother.

Before Greg could even turn around, Rodrick had him engulfed in a hug. The display of affection obviously took Greg by surprised.

"Don't ever do that again," Rodrick paused, trying to come up with some sort of insult, "... dumbass."

"I won't, I promise."

You watched as the two brothers smiled at each other. A rare occurrence for sure, but a nice one.

Rodrick lightly pushed Greg towards the car and they both got in.

"Hey (Y/n)." Greg said from the back seat.

"Hey, kid, glad you're safe," You smiled back at him.

"Yeah."

"Had this guy close to bursting into tears," You snickered, gesturing towards Rodrick and trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't tell him that!" Rodrick mumbled as he nudged your arm. This only made you and Greg giggle more.

You saw a smile form on Rodrick's lips, despite him trying to hide it. Laughter was, indeed, contagious.

You poked his cheek, making him chuckle.

You started to drive towards the Heffley house, the mood in the car now light and playful. You pulled into their driveway and unlocked the doors.

"Go inside, twerp. I'll catch up." Rodrick said.

"Okay," Greg smiled, getting out and heading towards the door.

"(Y/n)... thank you." Rodrick said, his voice softer as he looked down at his shoes.

"For what?"

"I dunno, everything. I mean, who would get up in the middle of the night and help some loser look for their little brother?"

"Oh c'mon, Rodrick. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you or that kid. It's no big deal, really." You said.

"It is to me. Thank you," He finally looked up at you, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Anytime."

"Can I- um... can I try something?" He asked. His eyes darted away from you for a split second.

"Well, uh, yeah. Sure." You said, curious to as what wants to do.

Suddenly, Rodrick put his hand on your cheek and leaned in. You felt his lips press against yours softly and closed your eyes. The kiss lasted only a little bit, but it felt much longer.

You couldn’t lie. It felt amazing. Kissing Rodrick just felt so... right. It’s like your lips were made for each other.

He pulled back a little and you smiled, laughing softly.

"Is- Is that a good thing?" He asked.

"I dunno, you tell me."

You leaned in and kissed him again. He was quick to kiss back. Eventually you leaned back.

"You should get inside," Another kiss, "Don't want you getting in more trouble."

Rodrick's usual confidence came back and he smirked, "If it's for you, it's worth it."

"Shut up!" You laughed.

He chuckled and pecked your cheek, before walking to the door.

As you pulled into your own driveway, you smiled.

Your relationship with Rodrick Heffley had changed tonight. But you know it had changed for the better.