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baroquebucky · 4 years

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house plants

in which bucky has a green thumb and you don’t, but god do you love plants.

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a/n: hi guys 0.0 sorry for like dying on y’all, college was ROUGH but I’m on break now !! so I’ll try to be more active hehe i hope you guys enjoy! I’m getting they some requests and I’ll post them later i just rlly wanted to get dis one out there hehe also this was way longer than i expected it to be uhm

you smiled at the small succulent in the passenger seat, “okay, i may have gotten you on a whim, but i will not let you die on me, you will be my new daughter” you nodded your head confidently as you grabbed the other groceries, balancing a small succulent in one hand.

“Buck? I’m home!” You stated, hurrying to set everything down and softly plancing the plant on the counter. You smiled brightly at it before turning on your heel to find Bucky.

“I’ll help in a bit i just need to find something” he spoke, you headed toward the room, finding him looking around helplessly, “what are you looking for?” You questioned, sitting on the bed and laughing as he tore apart the room.

“i remembered i had this t shirt i really liked and now i can’t find it anywhere, i looked through all my cabinets and it’s nowhere in sight” he huffed and you smiled.

“did you check my closet?” you quipped and he furrowed his brows, mumbling as he looked through your shirts before pulling out a black long sleeve, he smiled as he held it close to his chest.

“how did you even get this? You didn’t go through my drawers did you?” he worried, something flashing in his eyes, but it was gone before you could notice. He quickly grabbed it and put it on, kissing you on the cheek as he walked out the door, “no i didn’t and plus you barely used it so i stole it” you shrugged.

“okay now that you have your shirt, you are legally not allowed to be mad at me” you began, running infront of him and blocking the plant from his view.

“y/n, doll please tell me you didn’t get a cat” he sighed and you shook your head, “no, however i was thinking about it” you mentioned, a smile on your face as he rolled his eyes at you.

“i present to you, our new child!” you cheered, presenting the succulent and shoving it into his face. Bucky furrowed his brows and processed the information, the small green plant staring him right in the face. “It was on sale at the grocery store and i thought why not give house plants another shot! It’s not like we’re out doing much nowadays” you smiled, patting the plant gently before setting it down once again and going to fix the other groceries.

“y/n last time you gave house plants a shot you killed all six of them” he sighed and you threw a roll of paper towels at him, of course he caught it and threw it back, effectively hitting you on the back of the head.

“things are different now, maybe i have a green thumb this year” you smiled, happily putting everything away and setting the plant by the window.

Bucky saw the joy in your eyes as you watched the small plant grow, you even texted the whole team about the new member of the barnes and y/l/l household. You had spent hours at a time researching the best ways to grow and care for succulents and yet, one week later bucky noticed the small plant (which you had dubbed ‘Brenda’) had began to wilt.

He stared at brenda, debatin on letting her just die and prove a point that gardening was not your strong suit, but then he thought about how crushed you would be, coming home and finding the dead succulent. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, watering the plant and going out the buy some things to help it get more nutrients.

Within days Brenda was healthier than ever, growing rapidly and a beautiful dark green color. You quickly noticed and teased Bucky for not believing in you.

“I told you! she is so beautiful look at her! they grow up so fast don’t they” you wiped a fake tear and Bucky laughed rolling his eyes and focusing back on the show the two of you were watching. “I think it’s time for the next step” you smiled, his eyes widened as you finished your sentence, “another plant!”

So weeks passed and within a couple months you had all kinds of house plants, every windowsill covered with green and even some hanging from the ceiling, vines wrapping around lamps and even flowers in the patio, you even got bold and bought an orchid (which was doing amazing you may add).

While you watered them regularly, Bucky had to go above and beyond to care for the absurd amount of plants you now had. He would water them individually (by now he knew how much water each plant needed and what days to water them) and even added fertilizer to their soil, buying all kinds of things to keep them healthy and to stop them from wilting. Your most recent purchase, olive the orchid, had been the toughest to care for yet. Bucky had to watch tons of videos on orchid care to stop it from dying within the fire few days.

It took him a while to go through his routine while you were at work, you never caught wind of his meddling and you continued to believe that you had the greenest thumb in the world, Bucky happily going along with it, he couldn’t bare to see your soul crushed if you realized they would’ve died had they been in your care.

You and Bucky were laying in bed watching a movie when he got a phone call from Sam, telling him they had a mission, Bucky was both suprised and nervous considering there had been almost nothing going on lately and he would have the leave all the plants alone with you.

“I can always tell Sam i can’t go you know that doll” Bucky protested as the night progressed, you sighed and curled more into his side, pulling the blanket into you more, “I’ll be fine James, and plus i have all of our plants to keep me company” you smiled brightly and he felt his heart swell.

He wanted nothing more then to tell Sam to shove it so he can stay home and care for all your plants to keep that adorable smile on your face, but of course he couldn’t.

“I’m gonna be gone two weeks are you sure you can handle it?” Bucky asked once again, one foot out the door before turning around again, “yes bucky i know where everything for the plants is, plus I’ve kept them looking good for this long, two weeks is nothing” you smirked, punching his shoulder as he smiled at you.

He chuckled softly and nodded his head, kissing your forehead and saying goodbye, he also said goodbye to all the plants, knowing they would be gone by the time he came back. He did however have a shred of hope that they would be able to hold on just until he got back, to nurse them back to health.

You closed the door and sighed, the house feeling empty without Bucky, but then you looked to your right and saw Brenda, you smiled and put on your favorite show, cuddling up on the couch and sighing. You could keep your plants alive for two weeks, you had done it for months on your own.

Sam put the quinjet in autopilot after setting the route and sat across from Bucky. “So why didn’t you wanna come, getting used to the domestic life?” He joked and Bucky rolled his eyes. “Cmon I’m joking losen up” he laughed, throwing a peanut at him and Bucky broke into a smile as he caught it in his mouth.

“y/n and i got a bunch of plants right” he began and Sam nodded, “yeah i know she sends up pictures like all the time,” Bucky laughed and continued, “but she sucks at keeping them alive, so I’ve been taking care of them when she isn’t home and keeping them alive” Bucky spoke, a smile on his face as he realized how ridiculous this was.

“she doesn’t know you’ve been taking care of them does she” Sam questioned and Bucky shook his head, he bit his lip to stop his smile as Sam broke into a fit of laughter. “Oh my god they’re all gonna die on her like last year aren’t they” he spoke between laughs and Bucky nodded, his heart hurting as he thought of your face when the plants began to wilt and you couldn’t stop them.

“i just feel bad because he cares about them so much, but she just is actually incapable of caring for them, i mean she killed a cactus! even after doing everything she was supposed to!” Bucky laughed, wanting nothing more than to go home and hold you, and kiss you on the cheek.

“I can’t believe she can do basically everything but care for plants” Sam spoke and Bucky sighed, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

As time passed your plants began to wilt, first was the orchid, a petal had fallen and it was now slumped over. Then was the ones hanging from the ceiling, the leaves all drooping and and even starting to dry up after the first week.

And then your succulents, you had been watering them way too much and essentially drowned them, and you accidentally killed your cacti by not em giving them enough water.

Of course with each plant death on your end, Bucky received the news through your daily calls. He felt so bad for you, comforting you every night and wishing he could kiss you and make you feel better. “Don’t worry doll I’ll be there in a couple days” he would say and you nodded, “maybe they just miss you” you giggled and he smiled, “maybe.”

By the time bucky got home, all the plants were basically dead, and you had thrown out half them before Bucky could even say goodbye.

“Sweets? I’m home!” Bucky smiled, setting everything down and closing the door, turning around to see you throwing out yet another plant before your face lit up and you jumped on him.

“i missed you so much james” you laughed as he picked you up, holding you tightly as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

“i missed you so much more doll” he whispered a smile on his face as you placed a kiss ontop of his head. He set you down gently on the couch and you immediately pulled him down with you, cuddling into his side and closing your eyes as you listened to his heartbeat.

“okay doll, please don’t get mad at me but i can’t hide this any longer” he spoke suddenly, getting up from the couch and moving infront of you. Your heart dropped and you felt dizzy, “what?” Your mind was racing, thinking of what the hell he could be hiding from you.

“okay it started off because i didn’t want to hurt you okay, i didn’t want to crush your spirit because you looked so happy and god i didn’t want to take that away from you, but then you went and got more and i couldn’t tell you then because i was in too deep and-“ you cut him off before he could continue.

“Barnes just spit it out!” You groaned, brows furrowed and a scowl on your face as he rambled.

“I took care of the plants!” He rushed out, letting out a sigh and putting his head in your lap. “I took care of Brenda when she started to wilt because i saw how happy you were taking care of her” he mumbled, looking up to see your confused expression.

“but my other plants i took care of those” you shook your head, and he scrunched his face up. “I took care of those too, i kept them all alive and cared for them so that you could think you were doing it, i wanted you to be happy as a plant mom, i knew how bad you felt last year” he spoke, looking up at you and searching you face for your reaction.

“that why they all died after you left, because you kept them alive” you whispered, finally putting the pieces together. Everything made so much more sense now, from you catching him moving the plants around and him buying fertilizer, you realized now it’s because while you were gone, he was taking care of the plants.

“You didn’t even tell me after i bought like 10 more” you smiled and he let out a breath after he realized you weren’t upset. “I just wanted to see you happy” he giggled and your heart fluttered, you ran your fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes.

“so you aren’t mad?” you laughed at the question, confusing him, and suddenly he was terrified because if you were mad at him he doesn’t know how he would make it up to you.

“how could i be mad at you baby, you spent hours on end taking care of plants that you didn’t care about just so i could be happy thinking i had a green thumb” you smiled, kissing his forehead and letting out a sigh, “if anything i should propose to you for caring for me that much.” Bucky smiled at you and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

“i would marry you in a heartbeat doll face” he whispered, sitting back down next to you on the couch, “even if that meant taking care of an absurd amount of plants for me?” You teased and he rolled his eyes.

“as long as they aren’t orchids, that one was a pain in the ass” he laughed and you slapped his chest lightly, “i loved olive!” you argued and he shoved you softly, “you didn’t have to watch hours of videos to keep olive alive!” He shot back and you huffed, accepting defeat and setting your head on his chest as the tv played in the background.

After a couple moments of silence you smiled, realizing the trouble he must’ve gone through just so you could be happy over some plants. “I wasn’t joke when i said i would marry you y’know” you whispered, and Bucky blushed, kissing the top of your head.

“I know doll, and neither was i” he smiled as he saw your face flush, and suddenly all he could think of was the small velvet box he had hidden away in his t shirt drawer.

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depressedhatakekakashi · 3 years

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Home Decor

Prompt: Animals/Plants

Words: 1547

@kkgweek

Relocating had always been a simple task. All Kakashi had to do was pack away a select few items, shuffle them over to the new apartment he would be living in, and unpack them. Often no more than two boxes it was a simple task for him to accomplish before the sun began to set.

When he had asked Gai to move in with him he thought the process would be similar, or at least not much more complicated. What he hadn’t factored into his day was all of the agreements that Gai and him had to reach on where to put things.

No longer able to simply throw an item into one spot and switch it up later if he wished, he found himself sitting on the floor sifting through boxes of their items hoping that it wouldn’t take then ten minutes to decide on the location of whatever happened to come out next.

Pictures had taken the longest to figure out, with each of them needing a particular place in the house and Gai not liking any of the suggestions Kakashi had. It had gone so far that Gai had accused him of being bad at decorating.

A fact he had accepted when he was much younger and less willing to sit around to carefully choose where every item he owned would fit best in his new living space. Yet, hearing it from his boyfriend felt like a jab to the heart.

“Alright, Next,” Kakashi groaned whenever he heard those words. The process of moving in had begun at seven in the morning. It was now three in the afternoon and it felt like they were no closer to being done. “The plants.”

“Plants?” he raised an eyebrow. “Do you mean…”

“My Sunflower and Mr...Ukki, yes,” there was always such disappointment in Gai’s voice when he said the succulents name out loud. As if a piece of his soul was dying every time he was forced to recognize that not only did the plant have a name, but out of everything Kakashi could have choice it was that.

Mr. Depression.

Thankfully, he had the perfect spot to place them. That was one of the few things he had already thought about because of the sunflowers need for sunlight and his desire to keep them together.

“Beside the front door,” he offered with a smile, confident that his choice of location would be welcomed with open arms and that a squabble about plant placement could be avoided. “Right under the front window where your sunflower can get lots of light and people can see them.” Certain that the idea would be accepted and Gai would simply put the plants in their place, Kakashi began to reach into the box for the next item.

“No,” his hand stopped mid way, confusion evident on his face when he returned his gaze to the Taijutsu master. “I think they’ll look better on the window ledge behind our bed.”

Unbelievable.

Even when offered a perfectly good explanation for why the plants would look best by the front door, Gai refused to accept Kakashi’s choice and opted for another argument. At this rate they were never going to finish unpacking.

“The window ledge?” It wasn’t the worst place to put a plant. In his apartment he had always kept Mr. Ukki on the window ledge, but he also hadn’t had a front window by the door either. Now that he did have that option, he wanted to keep the plants there. “Gai if we put them on the window ledge no one is ever going to see them.”

“That’s the point,” now he was really confused. Maito Gai, the man who was proud of everything and loved showing off the things he had, didn’t want their plants by the door where people could see them? Did he have a fever? Was Kakashi dealing with an imposter acting like his boyfriend? “Kakashi, your plant’s name is Mr. Ukki.”

Stunned, Kakashi simply nodded his head. He did know what he had named his plant. It was even written on the pot so that everyone knew what to call it because hearing ‘Succulent’ or ‘plant’ over and over again had grated on his nerves.

“You really want our friends to walk into our house to be greeted by ‘Mr. Depression’?”

“Is- are you going to banish Mr. Ukki to the bedroom because of his name?” Honour was at stake now. Something Kakashi didn’t take lightly, even in the most mundane situations. “He is a brilliant plant that I have managed to keep alive for three years. I think our friends would love to see him.”

“Before or after they start questioning you about your mental health?” Jokes on Gai. Everyone knew his mental health was in the toilet. “Kakashi quit it.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re thinking it, I can tell,” With a huff, Gai turned his attention back to the plants. “Either way, we’re not putting them by the door. I refuse to have the first words out of my friend’s mouth be ‘Mr. Depression, really’?”

That seemed a little unfair. The only friend that had that would comment on that was Genma.

And Asuma.

Perhaps Radio

Kurenai if she was feeling adventurous

Anko for sure.

“Ok, maybe you have a point,” He would say that their friends were assholes, but he wasn’t much better himself. It was only fair they got in a jab at his expense. “Still, I think they would look good there. Who cares what our friends think?”

Gai certainly wasn’t one to let others’ opinions of him weigh him down. For years he had made an image of himself in direct opposition to what people thought he should do. His main gimmick was being too flashy, too loud, and too proud of himself when people would always tell him to tone it down.

He was a walking billboard of a middle finger to the villagers.

“Maybe you should listen to him, Pup,” hearing Pakkun speak up, Kakashi focused his attention on him. A look of betrayal on his face as he stared the small dog down. “Well, he’s not wrong. Don’t you think your friends are worried enough about you without seeing a plant named ‘depression’ chilling in your home?”

Traitor. He was just going to have to find a new favourite hound after today because Pakkun could not be trusted.

“Now, I think you’re being a little rough on him,” Ningame swooped in at Kakashi’s defence. “It’s not like anyone expects anything else from him. You should know better than anyone, Pakkun. He is your mess of a summoner after all.”

Scratch that. Everyone was out to get him today. The joke was on them though. The more they insulted him the deeper he dug his feet into the ground.

“Well, if you think that will embarrass us I could always put a picture with them to draw attention away from Mr. Ukki,” he offered, making a show of thinking about just what picture he would choose even though he already had one in mind. “Oh, how about that picture Sukea took of the two of us while we were having our sushi eating competition?”

Gai’s face fell at the mention of that particular picture. A look of utter defeat that he wouldn’t dare allow anyone else to see setting in.

“That seems rather cruel, Rival.”

“Mm, maybe you’re right,” he didn’t want to be too cruel after all. “In that case, we’ll put the plants in the bedroom where you want.”

“Really?”

“Don’t fall for it, Gai,” Pakkun warned, but it was too late. The bait had been snatched as Kakashi wasn’t going to let Gai backpedal to safety.

“Of course,” he continued as if Pakkun hadn’t said a thing. “We’ll put the flowers in the bedroom and I’ll put that beautiful picture out in the front for everyone to see. It’ll tie the house’s look together I think.”

Gai’s face dropped.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I could even add a few more pictures,” he continued. “Oh how about the one of Gemma giving you a noogie? Or the one where Anko managed to scare you by making you think you saw a ghost.” How he had managed to get either of those pictures he really couldn’t explain. Good timing and a lot of luck on his side had gifted him with some of the most precious moments on film. Something he wouldn’t trade for the world.

“So,” Clapping his hands, Gai turned his attention towards the plants in question. “The front door? I think they’ll look nice by the front door, what about you, Kakashi?”

“Mmm, the front door,” giving Pakkun and Ningame a playful wink, he chuckled when they both rolled their eyes. Clearly unimpressed with his methods. “I think that sounds wonderful, Turtle.”

One more argument over and done with, only five hundred or more to go.

Perhaps at the end of this, he would be able to convince Gai to go out for some sushi with him. He just had to hope that he hadn’t spoiled his love for sushi with that little reminder of the picture he had tucked away in his copy of Icha Icha Violence.

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hatterstan-shameblog · 4 years

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The Best Quiche in Tokyo

Rating: ‼️18+ Minors Do Not Interact ‼️

Warnings: explicit sexuality (it literally takes place at an orgy so like.......Y’know)

Characters: Hatter (Takeru), Aguni, and Female Reader (You)

Summary: When one of your customers invites you to a potluck-slash-orgy, you assume the “orgy” part is a joke—because nobody really hosts a potluck and an orgy at the same time, right?

Notes: One time, @nessinborderland (happy belated birthday btw) gave me the brilliant idea of Hatter hosting an orgy and serving really good food and I just......ran with it. This ended up being part comedy, part character study—and mostly features Aguni, if you can believe it! I don’t know, I just let the story take me where it wanted to go! (Also, this is definitely the longest thing I’ve written on here, so get ready to dig in!)

It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon in March, and you’re standing in front of a hat shop. Well, technically, you’re slightly to the left of a hat shop, peering down a skinny alleyway in search of a door or a set of stairs—something to indicate that there is, in fact, an apartment up there and this is not just an elaborate prank.

There is a very good chance this is a prank—after all, the eccentric man who walked into your stationary store two weeks ago seemed...off. Not in a bad way, just. One-of-a-kind. Unique. Entirely himself, in a way that people usually aren’t.

Was he flirting or was he just overly friendly when he leaned in just a bit too close to see the various fonts available for his choosing? It’s difficult to say. He did seem genuinely interested to know the difference between serif and sans serif, which doesn’t much thrill your customers on the regular. Does asking for an extra business card ‘for his personal records’ count as a pick-up line? It’s hard to say. Not that it matters much, of course—you are a professional, he is a customer, and there’s nothing more to it.

And you really are a professional, because when he told you that he wanted—in metallic gold, 30-point, center aligned—to say, quote, “The Third Annual Springtime Potluck and Orgy: Presented by Danma Takeru,” you didn’t so much as bat an eye. Partially because he was very insistent that you spell his name correctly, and partially because. Well. How does a person respond to that?

In truth, he ended up being one of your better customers—he showed a genuine interest in the process while still deferring to your expertise—and when one of the printed invitations arrived in your mailbox, you figured you might as well go see what the fuss is about. It could be an opportunity to meet some new friends, maybe drum up a little business if you’re lucky.

And besides—a potluck-slash-orgy? Who would even do that?

The merry little jingle of bell catches your attention, and you turn your head to see a solemn-looking man peeking his head around the hat shop’s glass door. He looks at you. He looks at the plastic-wrapped pie in your hands. He looks back at you.

He frowns.

“Hi,” you say, putting on your most charming smile in the hopes that he’ll stop looking at you like you just slapped him across the face, “I’m, uh, I’m here for the party!”

You shuffle over to him, careful not to scuff the white of your sensible-yet-pretty patent leather heels on the sidewalk. Maybe you’re dressed too formally—he’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of jeans while you’re sporting a calf-length chiffon dress dyed in a lovely array of watercolor blues and violets.

Oh dear, what a faux-pas! There was no dress code listed on the invite, but maybe you should’ve dressed in a more casual fashion. You don’t live far, you could probably run home quickly and change...

“Do you...have an invitation,” the man asks, crossing his arms across his chest and furrowing his brow. Is he annoyed? No, no. He seems. Confused? Wary? How very strange.

“Oh, of course,” you answer, reaching a fumbling hand into your purse to search for the little pink envelope, “I almost forgot it walking out the door, but I remembered at the last second! I can be a bit scatterbrained sometimes!”

The man doesn’t say anything, but leans forward to inspect the invitation once you manage to produce it from the cluttered mess that is your handbag.

“I know the time said it started at three, but the pie took a little longer than expected. It takes time for the chocolate to set, and—“ you gasp, covering your mouth with your invite-laden hand, “I haven’t kept you waiting, have I? I’m so sorry, Mister...?”

“Call me Aguni,” he says, and his eyes narrow slightly when you give him your most chipper ‘thank you’ and apologize for not being able to shake his hand at the moment. What a strange man.

“You,” he asks slowly, “you read the invitation, right?”

“Of course I did! I’m the one who made them,” you explain, puffing your chest up with pride, “and our host was kind enough to send one to me! He must have really liked my work!”

“...Yeah,” the man called Aguni says, “I’m sure that’s it.”

But, to your pleasure, he steps aside and holds the door open for you to enter. Such a strange man, but at least he’s gentlemanly enough to hold the door for you as you step inside.

“Oh, wow,” you say, “this place is amazing!”

And maybe it sounds silly, but you’re being entirely honest. There are hats in shelves, hats hanging on the wall, hats on faceless plastic heads on the counter and placed atop a long wooden table to the left—all of them in different shapes and colors, embellished and feathered and ribboned to the nines. There’s a certain magic to a little place like this, a kind of whimsical charm you want to bottle and keep on the kitchen windowsill.

“Walls could use some paint. Floor needs polished, too,” Aguni says, “but...yeah, I guess it’s nice enough.”

You follow him as he leads you towards the back, your eyes drinking in all the details of this fascinating little shop.

“No, no, the walls and the floor are perfect,” you assert with a wide-mouthed smile, “it gives it character. Makes it feel...like home, I think.”

“Takeru says the same thing,” Aguni answers with a chuckle, “although I also think he just doesn’t want to put in the work. He’s...not very handy.”

There is a second door at the very back of the shop, and once again, Aguni holds it open for you. Perhaps his original air of discontent was a simple case of shyness—maybe he just takes a bit to warm up to people. Well, just wait until he tries your homemade triple-chocolate silk pie; you’ll be best friends in no time!

He leads you into a tiny courtyard, which is just barely big enough to hold a steep set of metal stairs and a handful of plant pots, which remain empty due to the early spring cold. But, oh, it must be so lovely back here when the plants are in full bloom! You say as much to your companion, who actually manages to smile a bit in your direction as he leads you up the stairs.

“Those are mine, actually,” he tells you, his boot-covered feet thunking up the stairs at a leisurely pace, “He lets me garden back here.”

You picture it—this tall, stoic man, kneeling on the ground, his gloved hands tending little green sprouts as the morning sun shines gold and warm on the cold stone ground. The thought of it warms you. Does he know anything about succulents? You’ve always thought they would look so cute in the shop...

“Look,” Aguni says when the two of you reach a very drab-looking door, “I’m not trying to be a jerk, but...you sure you’re ready for this?”

What an odd thing to say! Maybe you’re acting more nervous than you originally thought? It is rather daunting, walking into a party of strangers; but, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

“You’re sweet for worrying about me,” you respond, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “but if everyone is half as lovely as you, I’m sure I’ll do just fine. I will probably stick with you for a while—if that’s okay, of course!”

“Alright, then.” Aguni says—and is that a hint of a blush you see creeping up his neck? All this time, you thought he was just being strange, but he’s just a little shy! You give his arm a knowing pat before withdrawing your touch, and he quickly turns around to unlock the door.

Are all of Takeru’s friends this adorable? You hope so. You follow your bashful escort inside—the genkan is already full of shoes, but you manage to squeeze yours in between a pair of snakeskin wedge heels and the wall. Aguni also removes his boots, and you’re happy he isn’t going to stay down in the hat shop the whole time. He can introduce you to everyone, and maybe—

You hear something. Was that...? No, no, you must be imagining things. You definitely did not just hear a woman moan on the other side of the wall. You stop and angle your head towards the door slightly to get a better listen. It’s all rather muffled (it must be well-insulated!) but there’s definitely some kind of music playing. Maybe it’s part of a song?

It happens again. This time, it’s deeper, and more of a prolonged “ah” sound. And then laughter. Aguni is looking at you in that concerned way of his again.

Instead of waiting for him to open the door for you a third time, you decide to take initiative and open it yourself—a show of confidence, to put his mind at ease. For a moment, it looks like he’s going to try and stop you, but he instead just crosses his arms and watches as you open the door to the rest of the house.

The first thing you see is candles. Little flickering spots of yellow-orange flame, winking inside clear glass votives. A trio of them on the kitchen table to the left, surrounded by a mismatched variety of trays and plates and bowls, each holding a different delicacy.

There’s a candle on the kitchen counter, next to the refrigerator. One on a bookshelf, which is filled to bowing with vinyl LP’s. Two on either side of the television, and a cluster of them on a coffee table next to a fishbowl of shiny gold squares and—

Oh.

Oh, dear.

There are limbs. Moving, writing, reaching. Hands grabbing. Mouths kissing. Mouths...doing things other than kissing. Oh, God, there’s boobs. And somebody’s butt. Aw, geez, there goes another one. How many naked people are there in here, anyways?

“Oh, hey!”

A familiar voice calls out from the fleshy throng, and your stomach drops. Like Venus emerging from the surf, you see Danma Takeru rise up from the crowd, hair mussed and smiling mouth smudged with at least two different colors of lipstick. While he does appear to be wearing some kind of brightly-patterned robe, the more he stands, the less confident you are that it’s actually covering anything.

You spin on your heel, unwilling as of the moment to become visually acquainted with your host’s penis, and you’re met once more with Aguni’s concerned stare. This time, though, you understand why he’s looking at you like that, and it makes the burn of embarrassment creeping up your neck that much hotter.

“Do you want to leave?”

This is. Oh, boy. This is a lot. Aguni must be able to sense your discomfort, although you imagine it’s rather palpable at the moment.

“I,” you say, “I don’t...know.”

And you say you don’t know because you truly don’t know what to do. Was it really so naïve of you to think that the ‘orgy’ part of the invitation was some kind of weird inside joke? Is there some kind of social protocol for these things?

You feel two hands descend upon each of your shoulders, and you try to convince yourself that they are slightly damp with sweat as opposed to any other kind of aqueous material.

“You made it,” Takeru exclaims with genuine excitement as he gives your person a gentle shake, “I’m so glad you decided to come!”

“He’s covered, don’t worry,” Aguni says to you before directing his attention over your shoulder, “I take it you didn’t tell her.”

“Tell her what?”

The hand on your right shoulder stays while the left slips away, leaving room for Takeru to stand at your side and squeeze you against him in a weird little half-hug. In another situation, you might enjoy the way the silk of his robe whispers against the skin of your arms, perhaps smile at the warm comfort of a lazy arm thrown about your shoulders like a heavy scarf, but. Well. Right now, it’s just a little...awkward.

Aguni rolls his eyes.

“About that,” he says, gesturing impatiently at the debauchery behind your back, “I mean, just look at her face.”

“Mori-chan, how could you be so rude to our lovely guest? Darling,” Takeru says, turning your face towards him with two fingers under your chin, “don’t listen to him, you’re...ah, I see what you mean.”

Is your expression really that bad? It must be, because Takeru very slowly and very carefully withdrawing his arm from around your shoulder and taking a generous step to the side. His mouth is twisted into a rather comical gaping frown, his eyes nervously darting side-to-side.

“In my defense,” he says, putting his hands up like some kind of fucked-out traffic cop at a four-way intersection, “the, uh, the orgy part was very prominent. Big letters, right at the top.”

“I,” you reply, “I thought it was...a joke?”

“This is why we don’t just hand out invitations,” Aguni grits through his teeth, “for fuck’s sake, Takeru, we’ve talked about this!”

“I know, I know. I am humble enough to admit when I’ve fucked up, and this time, I have fucked up in a truly spectacular fashion,” Takeru’s gaze shifts from horrified to quizzical as he scrutinized you for a moment, “Unless...you’d like to stay?”

You look at the pie. The slowly-warming chocolate is beginning to sweat beneath the thin film of plastic wrap you so lovingly secured with lilac ribbon.

“Or you could slap him on the way out,” Aguni offers, “he’s very slap-able.”

“It’s true! And when you slap me,” he whips his head to the side suddenly, “my hair does that and it looks really cool!”

Yeah, okay—it did look pretty cool. But, does he deserve to be slapped? Probably for something else, but not for this. It’s a simple misunderstanding, and honest mistake on both your parts.

“I want...” you start, and the way they’re looking at you, wide-eyed and breath-bated, reminds you of the final rose ceremony on The Bachelorette.

It’s kind of hilarious, actually.

“I, uh,” you continue, “I want to...to put this in the refrigerator, if that’s okay? It’s, uh, starting to melt...”

To say that Takeru’s face lights up is an understatement. With a mega-watt smile and a sparkle in his eye, he swoops his arm back around your shoulder and begins leading you towards the kitchen.

Although you have (almost) gotten used to the sea of strangers fucking and moaning in the background, you still choose to politely avert your gaze as you pass them by. You instead focus on Takeru, who has taken this opportunity to explain the inner-workings of...whatever this is.

“...And I personally see to it that these events remain exclusive,” he says, “Although I do occasionally invite outsiders, such as yourself. You were just so sweet and helpful, I couldn’t resist trying my luck and sending you an invite.”

“Thank you,” you say, “although, I, uh...”

He opens the refrigerator door and motions for you to place the pie inside. Luckily, it’s mostly empty, save for a collection of bottled water and a tin of what looks to be cat food. You’re grateful to not have to carry it around anymore, and thank him for his assistance.

It’s finally time for you to acknowledge the proverbial ‘elephant in the room’—except, you’re not exactly sure how to begin.

“I,” you start, stopping to bite your lip, “I, uh. Is it okay if I...don’t, y’know, do the whole...uh...sex thing?”

“Oh, do you prefer to watch?”

“No! I mean, no, uh,” you laugh nervously, “I’m just...”

Takeru chuckles.

“I’m only teasing. You’re more than welcome to skip the sex and go straight to the food. As long as you’re on the kitchen side, nobody will touch you. It’s one of our rules.”

He motions for Aguni to come over with a wave of his arm, smiling when the tall man comes to lean against the kitchen counter.

“Mori-chan also prefers to abstain from the more salacious aspects of our little gathering, so the two of you can keep each other company.”

“I’m usually in charge of the food,” Aguni adds, “and I try to make sure the candles stay lit.”

“I, uh, I noticed those on the way in. They’re nice.”

Takeru leans towards you as if he’s about to share a secret.

“I don’t mean to be indelicate,” he says in a low tone, “but there is a certain stench that comes with these events. Sweat, musk, various secretions...it all really adds up in the end.”

“It’s awful,” Aguni concludes, “but candles help dissipate the worst of it.”

“Oh, and the ambiance,” Takeru exclaims, “there’s just nothing like candlelight to really get people in the mood for—“

A sharp ding! makes you jump. From what you can gather, it came from the small oven to Aguni’s left.

“Hold it right there,” Takeru growls towards Aguni, who had been in the middle of donning a pair of floral-printed oven mitts, “she needs thirty more seconds.”

Aguni looks at you and rolls his eyes. You stifle a giggle behind your hand, hoping your host doesn’t notice.

“I saw that,” Takeru snips towards Aguni, “honestly, Mori-chan, you get one new friend...”

And even though he’s mid-scold, there remains a joviality to Takeru’s tone—a testament, you believe, to what can only be a long-standing friendship between him and Aguni. It’s hard not to feel jealous of their easy back-and-forth, their banter like a well-matched game of tennis.

“Now you can take her out,” Takeru says, “but, so help me God, if you don’t let her rest for seven minutes–“

“–They’ll never find my body, I know, I know,” Aguni finishes, gingerly placing a metal pan on the stove, “Look, we’ve got it handled. You can go back to your side of the party and I’ll call you when it’s plated.”

“Fine,” Takeru answers with a false pout, “but only because I know she’ll keep you honest.”

And just like that, it’s just you and Aguni once more—but, this time, he seems much more at ease to have you around. Happy, almost. It must be kind of boring, sitting alone in a kitchen while everyone else is...well, busy.

“So,” you say, moving to Aguni’s side to peer into the baking pan, “looks kind of like...a quiche?”

“Not just any quiche,” Aguni answers, opening the drawer to his right and digging a hand inside, “the best quiche in Tokyo.”

He pulls out a shiny silver chef’s knife and places it on the counter. Next comes a pair of dainty forks, delicate little things one might use for tea cakes at a French-inspired bistro. Knowing what you know about Takeru—which, granted, isn’t very much at all—it doesn’t surprise you in the least.

“You’re in front of the plates,” he says, tapping the cabinet directly in front of your face, “grab us some?”

“But we’re supposed to wait seven minutes,” you protest, all while following his instructions, “it’s only been...like, three.”

Aguni’s eyes take on a glint of mischief.

“Only a problem if we get caught.”

Honestly, it looks divine. Pillowy-soft and the perfect pale-yellow hue, delicate tendrils of steam billowing out as he drags the knife through. You hadn’t ever seen a non-rectangular quiche before, but you suppose it makes sense; there are a fair few people in attendance, and the standard circular composition wouldn’t quite feed everyone.

He serves you first. A corner piece (which he insists are the best), speckled with herbs and studded with little pieces of what you assume to be some kind of ham. Little strings of cheese stick to the blade of the knife, and Aguni scrapes them off with the side of a fork, which he then hands to you.

“Takeru doesn’t cook much,” Aguni explains, playing his own small square, “but when he does...”

The sound that comes from your mouth as you take your first bite of quiche could rival any of those happening in the orgy across the room. Oh, that is so good! Buttery crust, the salt of cheese and ham, the subtle bite of onion—and there’s something else there, something you can’t quite place, but you know it tastes absolutely heavenly. Immediately, you take another bite.

“Grew the herbs de Provence myself,” Aguni mentions, “He refuses to use store-bought.”

“Makes all the difference,” you respond, “I could eat the whole pan by myself.”

“I did that for my last birthday, actually,” Aguni chuckles around a forkful of quiche, “Takeru insisted on putting all thirty-eight candles in before carrying it to the table—you know, like a dumbass. Part of his hair caught fire, and I had to give him a haircut at two in the morning because he was so distraught.”

The two of you laugh—Aguni at the memory, and you at the idea of a tearful Takeru sulking as Aguni snipping the fried locks with a pair of kitchen shears.

“He forgave me, even though I took a whole two inches off,” Aguni sets his empty plate in the sink and looks out of the small window above it, “He’s not a bad guy, you know. Doesn’t always make the best choices, sure, but he’s got a good heart in him.”

There is a sadness here, something in Aguni that speaks to a troubled past you haven’t quite unearthed yet—and you know better than to press him, especially here, especially now.

“Well, I can’t say I’m an expert,” you say, handing him your plate, “but you two seem like decent people. Orgies aside, of course.”

“Of course,” Aguni nods, “though I don’t suppose you’ll come to the next one, will you?”

For the first time since your arrival, you allow yourself to watch the festivities happening across the room. It isn’t that bad, you suppose—it’s just a group of people having a fun time together, laughing and gasping and enjoying each others’ bodies in a safe and comfortable place. It’s not something you necessarily want to do yourself, but...well, the ‘weird’ factor of the whole thing has gone down exponentially over the past hour or so.

“And miss out on the best quiche in Tokyo,” you say, nudging against Aguni’s arm with your shoulder, “not a chance!”

#alice in borderland #hatter #danma takeru #alice in borderland netflix #spicy boy #morizono aguni #writings and such #THIS TOOK ME OVER A MONTH TO WRITE OH MY GOD #alice in borderland fanfic #obvi this takes place before borderland #so I guess this is an au?#also I hinted at Ziggy the cat because I am self-indulgent and evil #can’t believe I actually wrote it lads

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~ ERA FOUR GHOULS ~

The Crazy Seven...

are a few of the only ghouls who can properly unleash their power. Although they are still quite unstable when Unleashed, they have been successfully harnessed in the past. It’s quite the miracle that these seven ghouls have somehow been able to survive together. If Dewdrop isn’t picking a fight with someone else in the group, then there’s something going on with Copia’s drama. Let’s just say, they’re all a little over it.

[Pictured is an early draft of the Era Four ghouls, my first Ghost fanart]

MANIFESTATION ORDER FOR COPIA’S GHOULS:

(1) Mountain

Tallest boy

His horns and tail naturally produce moss and lichen. With any excess moss from his tail, he will create moss balls specifically to give to Rain’s pet fish.

He learned from Era One’s Malachite to always wish good luck on things. Mountain will hand out smooth rocks to the members of his band before they go out for a ritual.

Isn’t fond of reptiles, he absolutely hates snakes (thanks to Papa II’s pet snake, Jewel)

One Christmas, he gave everyone a small pouch of gemstones and cool rocks that he found. He knows that each one of them still has it.

His main set of horns are the most antler-like of any of the Earths, with his antlers actually shedding much more often than either Moss’s or Malachite’s.

If he ever goes Unleashed, he can only create new life. He is too kind-hearted to use his power to destroy or wither things away, so he only knows how to make things overgrow.

He’s the one most likely to break up a fight

(2) Swiss

Jack of All Trades

Could probably turn into a gun if he wanted to

Bonk, go to horny jail

Liable to stab someone with his tail, maybe Copia, probably Terzo, Nihil, or Dewdrop

Has the power of weapon manifestation, AKA he can make whatever weapon is wanted

Classified as an “Earth Ghoul,” but is a “Gold-Infused Ghoul.” Swiss is the first Gold-Infused to successfully manifest without dying quickly after, which is a big step.

Due to being Gold-Infused, Swiss has a strange amount of power, much more than what would be expected of a ghoul his size

Literally just flexes about being gold-infused with the amount of gold jewelry he wears

His weapon manifestation can go berserk when he goes Unleashed, which can greatly damage him. He can manifest as many blades as he wishes from his body.

(3) Aether

He thinks that him and Dewdrop are best friends, even though Dewdrop actually tries to fight him 24/7

Very dense, like, too dense to understand that Dew’s basically bullying him

Has a small cat named Nebula; He adores her very much

If anyone here was the golden retriever, it’s Aether

When Unleashed, he can effectively open a black hole; his body changes from its shadowy form to being speckled with white flecks like a night sky

Aether’s powers are not properly sealed, a bi-product of a strange manifestation, meaning that he can go Unleashed much easier than other ghouls

(4) Cirrus

Probably has a secret PhD or something

Super smart

Absolutely loves animals; she knows each rat in the monastery by name

Birds are her favorite animals

Mountain and her are best friends

She’s also Cumulus’s best friend, yet they seem more like sisters or even soul mates

Will watch Dew try to tear Aether or Swiss to shreds instead of doing anything about it

Can kick the shit out of anyone

If Unleashed, she will create an absolute windstorm. She can’t make any true devastation though if she lacks the assistance of a water or fire ghoul

(5) Cumulus

She always poses for pictures, no matter the circumstance

Has made friendship bracelets for everyone (Yes, everyone wears them)

the type to look directly into the camera right after being told not to look directly into the camera

Shy, but super chatty

Absolutely loves to sing

She is so scared of going Unleashed because her singing amplifies, which can harm people

(6) Dewdrop

Gremlin

Eats crayons and paste

Has gotten his ass beaten by Rain because he ate Rain’s crayons

If he can grab it, he’s gonna throw it

Will show every single person his very pointy teeth just because he thinks they look cool

Is the definition of shaking a soda can then opening it

Angry dumbass

Was taught how to focus his fire by Era Three’s Alpha

Unleashed, his body becomes a vessel to hell flame, yet his body can’t easily control it. If he stays Unleased for too long, it can force him into a comatose state

(7) Rain

Baby boy

Everyone is ready to die for him

He absolutely loves to draw in his free time between rituals

Has a terrarium that has succulents in it; a newt lives there as well

His pet fish are his pride and joy, he will draw them all the time

He owns a few basses that just have some of his doodles on it

Very long tail, much longer than the other Fours

He’s constantly getting stuck in the shenanigans and tom-foolery of the other ghouls, which can result in him getting in trouble

All of the water ghouls absolutely adore him

This boy somehow managed to win the hearts of Terzo and Secondo

- ERA FOUR IDENTIFIERS -

Each of their outfits has their elemental symbol sewn into the right-side of the collar. Only Swiss has a slightly different collar, with the collar being gold instead of the usual black or gray.

The Fours also have their coloration radiating off of their hands. From their fingers down to about their wrists, their hands are encapsulated by their elemental color

Two sets of horns (or one set and a single horn) are present in the Fours. The main set is the dominant set of horns, where most of their power is derived. The second set is like a power back-up in case anything happens to their main set. This second set is usually completely colored instead of having a light or dark hue at all.

These ghouls are some of the more formally dressed, yet they seem more casual formal.

Their ears still contain ear fluffs, similar to the Threes.

They do not hide their tails in any circumstance

--- (5/5) ---

[Era 0] ; [Era 1] ; [Era 2] ; [Era 3] ; [Era 4]

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The Shape of Her

My first ever one shot for all my lovely Cavillry babes! (I’ve recently edited it to make the actual title the title of the post. It’s the same fic formerly under “New One Shot for the Cavillry.”)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC that is totally not me, the author (except that it is, and I just took out my name so nobody felt weird about it!)

Word count: 2053

Warnings: Rimming and oral (f receiving), slightly rough sex, but not like, violent, language, almost orgasm denial but like, not really, very thirsty OFC and a very hungry Henry, mentions of unemployment, panties are heavily featured…I clearly have no idea what might trigger some people, but if you have concerns, ask me. It’s really just smutty smut for the sake of smut.

A/N: This was unsolicited, but I felt that curvy girls were lacking some representation in the fic community in general, so here is Henry worshipping a thicc queen. (Also, the undies in the fic are from Torrid and amazingly comfy, and the fact that I felt super sexy in them also helped inspire this one shot. I hope y’all enjoy.) Also, it’s not Beta’d. I just did my own triple check for glaring errors. Here’s hoping it’s not untenable gibberish. Lol!

Tags (no one requested tags, but I’m tagging the Cavillry babes I can think of, and if you want me to tag you in future work, just let me know. I don’t want to spam anyone): @littlefreya because she convinced me this was necessary, lol! Also @fishcustardandclintbarton @geralt-of-baevia @princess-of-riviaa @geekycanuck @lareinedususpense @radaofrivia @nothingdear @lunedelorient @sunflowersstan @captainbigdy @laketaj24

She liked to air dry on the bed in just her panties. Scroll her phone, see what was new. When she had time, of course. And lately, she’s had no shortage of time. Henry felt for her. Being between jobs could be scary. But he knew great things were out there for his woman. But the air drying. She did this after every leisurely shower. She made a little nest of pillows and draped herself gracefully over it.

With one hand, she diffused her hair, still damp from the shower. He didn’t know what she was looking at on her phone, nor did he care. His eyes had fallen heavy and hard on her backside. He thought this part of her such a wonder. It was strong, round, and large, and it tapered down to her thick thighs. This morning, she had chosen to wear a fairly unassuming pair of briefs. Unassuming, he thought, only if one had never touched them, or seen them up close. Like he had. He’d even helped her pick them out in the shop. He knew that the silky fabric would look stunning on her.

He was right. The slate grey sheen of the fabric covering her ass caught the pure morning light filtering in through the window. With his eyes he followed the narrow lace bands around her thighs right under her ass. He started then at the wider lace band around her waist --yes, waist, not hips-- and was stopped in his tracks in the center of her back. He’d missed entirely, or perhaps he’d forgotten, that little v-shaped corset cutout just below the waist band.

This could no longer be a mission of observation it must become a more exploratory, manual endeavor. He tiptoed toward her, not wanting to startle her before it was time, or for her to turn over before he’d had his fun.

“Mornin’ Hank.” She said sweetly over her shoulder with a smile. She didn’t flip to her front. Good.

“Good morning, love! Sleep well? Nice shower?” He queried as he maneuvered himself between her legs. Just sitting, but with one leg thrown over the back of one of her thighs. He started working her calves which were always tight. He loved her shapely legs, though. He loved every curve of her.

“What are you doing?” She demanded with a slight start.

“I have to get the tension out while the muscle is still warm. You should know that, teach!” He loved teasing her like this for being clever. He loved calling her the teacher in the bedroom, even if he was the more experienced lover.

He increased the pressure as he went, but wanted to go further.

“Have any lotion handy?” He asked. She did, and she handed it right to him. He put a bit of the amber and vanilla-scented cream on his hands, worked it up until it was warm, and then started again. She was moaning now. That was always his goal. Then he switched legs, applying more warmed lotion and going as deep as he dared.

“Henry, I’m not gonna be able to walk when you’re done.”

“Well, I was gonna make that threat, but you’ve saved me the trouble.” He said as he turned around and playfully snapped her waistband making her jump and arch her gorgeous ass up into it.

“Mmmm, you bad man! How did I know from the moment I met you that you only wanted me for my body?” She teased.

“Because of the way I unwrapped and devoured you whole with my lecherous gaze, no doubt. You’re actually the first girl I’ve ever taken into a side room and fooled around with at an event.” He reminisced as he kissed her back, across her shoulders and down her spine until he got to that cutout.

“Fine then,” she said, mock surrender in her voice. “Take what you will. Have your spoils.”she hitched her hips up and put a pillow under them so he could explore every inch of her ass.

He relished the sensory experience of simply running his hands over the silky fabric covering her firm rump. He ran his nails over it, causing her to shiver. He ran his lips over it too, unable to resist that curiosity.

“Henry, I’m dying here!” She moaned.

“And you’re killing me with these knickers, we all have our problems.”

He ran a hand down between her legs to tease her sex. She ground her hips into it, needing the friction. He’d give her friction.

He slid the panties aside, and started circling her clit at first, then he penetrated her one finger at a time. She was so wet already. Drenched for him. This got him so hard. He didn’t want to wait to fuck her. A part of him really and truly wanted to skip her gratification and just plow directly into her getting his own rocks off. Spill himself messily all over her pussy, ass, and those gorgeous panties.

But he restrained himself. He wanted to make her come. Wanted to delay his gratification to hear and see her come apart under his touch. He kept working her, listening and feeling for her reactions. She was moaning into her pillow. And he could feel the tension building inside her. He thought one more element would send her over. He hadn’t used his tongue yet. And he had the perfect place for it. He kissed along her more exposed ass cheek until he got to her opening. He’d wanted to do this for so long. And now he finally was. He ran his tongue all around her tight hole. Experimenting with strokes, textures, and pressures. He got the tip in just a bit once, considering it progress. And she was breathing infinitely heavier, about to reach her pinnacle.

When she did, she lost all control of her limbs and her body. She said nonsense. He adored it. But he’d have time to adore her later. Right now he was about to burst and the sight of her cunt trembling and dripping was too much for his cock to resist. He thrust into her slowly at first so he could feel every spasm of her waning orgasm around him. She always squeezed him in all the right places, but he couldn’t recall entering her so quickly after making her come. Why hadn’t he done this before?

His thrusts were hard and they got faster as he chased his pleasure. He appreciated anew the fabric covering her ass. It made her feel almost as delicious on the outside as she did on the inside. He growled as he got closer.

“Where you want me to finish, baby girl?” He asked, as he tended to do.

“Don’t you fucking think about pulling out, Cavill. I want your hot come inside me.” Her filth sent him to new levels of lust and he went harder and faster. This was one of the many things he loved about her body. He knew it was sturdy enough for the unbridled pounding he could give without bruising or pain. She could take him at his most violent without harm or even complaint.

“I’m gonna come again. Henry. Oh fuck!” And when her body began to contract and contort again, it was all Henry needed to tip him into his own oblivion. His release was hot, fast, and glorious inside his goddess. He fell over the top of her still moving his hips, relishing the feel of her panties against his sensitive hips and pelvis. It was heavenly.

Their breathing was rapid, but slowing in tandem with one another.

“Fuck me!” She exclaimed.

“Isn’t that what I just did?” He teased bitting her ear and inciting a giggle.

“Oh you certainly did, sir. Most thoroughly.” She turned as much as she could with him pinning most of her body to the bed, reaching enough of him to pull on his hair. “Kiss me, you villain.”

He obliged, roughly, as she liked. A full mouthed kiss with plenty of tongue. He loved these hungry, wild kisses, too. He broke apart from her just long enough to flip her onto her back and prop her up with some pillows. He wanted her to be comfortable for what came next. Now that both of their thirsts were sated for a while, he could take his time in pleasuring her and not be bothered by his own need…at least not immediately.

“God, if I had my way, you’d never be fully clothed, do you know that?” She blushed furiously whenever he mentioned how sexy she was to him. He knew she’d never felt so and had rarely been told so. And certainly few had ever shown their appreciation for her voluptuous beauty. He’d show her at every turn. Her body begged to be touched. It was so soft and succulent.

He descended her body slowly and thoroughly, not missing the best bits of real estate, like her neck, clavicle, and her nipples, and further down where he found her hips. She loved to be teased here. And he did so. Over her panties that were rapidly becoming his new favorite article of her clothing. He worked his mouth over the layer of fabric for a few moments. Teased her mound with nips and hot breath.

“Henryyyyy!” She squirmed under him and grabbed a handful of his hair. He looked up to find her breathless and staring at the ceiling instead of him. That wouldn’t do.

He slid her panties all the way off, a bittersweet moment. He loved that they were soaked with her arousal and his seed. It got him half hard again, but he had other things to do.

He spread her legs wide and parted her lips. She was still drenched with arousal and his come. Good. He placed one feather light kiss right over her clit and she bucked. Her body was so responsive to his touch.

“Oh, I like that honey. What does this do for you?” And he latched his mouth to her flesh to lay mercilessly soft flicks over her bead. She couldn’t seem to form words, just sounds. But they were pleased sounds, so Henry continued. He descended, sliding the back of his tongue down to her entrance where he thrust into her gently and began undulating and moaning. Their combined flavors made him yearn. He couldn’t figure out why. But he loved tasting himself on her body. Especially here where her own flavor was most potent.

He added his saliva to the mixture there, and then brought his hand in. He slid two fingers into her, stirring her up and pressing firmly against her g-spot. As he worked his hand in her, he worked his mouth over her again, and he felt her losing control and heard her pleading for him not to stop. But she was still looking away from him.

He paused. And she cried out!

“No!” She looked at him, on the verge of tears.

“I won’t do it. Unless you look at me. Watch me, kitten. Look into my eyes while I make you come.”

“Argh, do it! Do it! I’ll never take my eyes off you again as long as you just don’t stop!”

He continued. Fingering her. Devouring her. Watching her. Watching her watch him. He moaned into her body. Growled. Like the hungry beast that he was.

She bucked and writhed and seized as he finished her. He loved being able to give her this. This unfiltered raw pleasure. He crawled up next to her, wanting only to lie next to her as she came down in the afterglow. But she took his face in her hand and brought him to her for a slow, languid, breathtaking kiss. He loved that she didn’t care about the state of his face. Apparently, the wetness there comprised of his semen, sweat, and saliva, paired with her sex was collectively her favorite flavor.

“How is it that after all this time together, you still shock me, Mr. Cavill?” She said in breathless wonder. She flattered him.

“Darling, we’ve barely scratched the surface of the pleasure I can give you.”

And with that promise, he buried her in the pillows behind her as she squealed and giggled with delight.

#cavillry #henry cavill #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill smut

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peaches-writes · 4 years

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hwang’s guide to gardening

description: your neighbor, hyunjin, is a gardening novice trying to grow flowers and vegetables on their balcony for the summer member: hyunjin genre: fluff, summer au, neighbor au word count: 3.4k warnings: use of the word cuttings (but they’re used for leaves!) note: i’m not a plant expert my plants just died from the heat and typhoon and i miss gardening so i’m channeling my plant baby fever into writing. also, my writing’s rusty.

It’s day 12 of Hyunjin tending to his mini garden of flowers and herbs, some of which he bought from an Instagram store with an aesthetic feed and questionable pricing. So far so good, he thinks to himself as he carefully waters the lilies and vegetables lined across the small expanse of the dorm balcony—of the 6 clay pots, no one’s threatening death yet. “By this Saturday, some of you might just be in our movie night pasta.” He reminds his pot of basil leaves. “I don’t know if I can tell you that.”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to.” Seungmin agrees as he passes by the open clear sliding door, on the way to set up breakfast with Felix. “There are studies of plants dying because they get badmouthed.”

Panic briefly sets on Hyunjin’s face and his first instinct is to give the basil leaves extra drops of water. “Oh shit, I’m sorry—wait, I cursed, is that bad? I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Behind him, Seungmin and Felix laugh.

“If you’re done with your plants, breakfast is ready.” Seungmin calls for him.

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Hyunjin nods absentmindedly as he moves along to his 4 other plants. “Here you go, babies, grow well, please.”

Hyunjin continues watering and tending to his other plants, making sure to whisper encouraging words now with the new gardening tip from Seungmin. He works in silence for a while, until, on the window right on the adjacent fire escape, you then appear, the usual trays of succulents in hand—9:10 AM on the dot as he has observed for the past almost 2 weeks.

“Hey, Hyunjin.” You greet when Hyunjin turns to your direction to water his 2 pots of lilies. You sometimes go out to sit on the fire escape but on most days, like today, you settle for reaching for everything from your window. “Any progress on the radishes?”

Hyunjin takes a brief glance on his pot of radishes as you set down your succulents on the damp fire escape then reports, “They’re growing alright.” He then gestures over to a tray of succulent lead cuttings you’ve laid out nearest to the edge of the fire escape, where it can get the most sun. “What are those for?”

“These? I’ve been drying them for a few days before planting them so I can grow more succulents.” You answer as if you’ve just made a new discovery. “If they’re successful, I might consider selling them.”

“How long does it take to grow?” “Around a month? I just looked this up on YouTube the other day.”

Hyunjin nods understandingly. Though you’ve had a habit of tending to plants longer than he has (even before you moved in the building with your roommate, he recalls), succulents were a new venture for you—at least from the sporadic small talks you’ve had over the window so far. “Can I do that to my plants?”

“Depends on the plant, you should look it up.” You briefly survey his garden with the limited view you have from your window. “I think you can definitely cut the basil stems.”

“Really?” You nod with a hum, having previously taken care of basil leaves yourself. “Huh, that wasn’t on the instructions I got from the store.”

“Cut some leaves up to the stem then put them in water until they grow roots, from what I remember, that should do the trick.” You advice, finally done with putting all of your succulent trays outside after a long night of rain. Faintly, Hyunjin then hears your roommate call for you from inside your own apartment as she does on most mornings. “Okay, I gotta go, Jisoo’s calling for me.”

“Alright, see you.” Hyunjin waves goodbye to you with a smile as you back away from the window, already done with tending to his own garden as well.

Once you’re out of sight, Hyunjin also stands up from squatting around his balcony for the past 5 minutes, stretching his arms and legs then returning back inside the apartment.

And that’s how most of his mornings have been since he began gardening.

“You’re all smiley.” Jisung immediately notes teasingly, alone on the dinner table when Hyunjin steps into the kitchen while everyone else who’s finished breakfast have returned to their own rooms. At that, Hyunjin is suddenly aware of the dazed smile he wears. “Did you see Y/N out again?”

“Yes but it’s not because I saw them that I’m all smiley!” Hyunjin quickly defends himself, making a beeline to the refrigerator to retrieve juice. “I just got a lot of gardening tips today, that’s all.”

“Sure, whatever you say.” Jisung chuckles, turning his attention back to the video he’s watching on his phone.

Two days later, Hyunjin goes to his balcony garden to see you already seated on the fire escape, a rectangular pot on your lap where you strategically place the succulent cuttings you’ve been drying. At the faint rustling of his pajamas, you immediately look up from your work to greet him with a simple wave. “They’re ready to go.” You proudly tilt the pot towards his direction in such a way that the cuttings don’t move.

“You’re not going to bury them on the soil?” Is the first question Hyunjin asks as he squats down on the ground and picks up his watering can.

“If I do, they’ll rot.” You pick up a stem cutting from their drying tray, showing him the dried up opening. “This is where the plant will grow after a few days of keeping them inside and occasionally watering them, it’s the side that used to stick on the mom plant.”

“And when they fully grow?” “Then I’ll bury them on the soil and they’ll be new life!”

You see genuine fascination on his face so you say, “Amazing, ‘no?”

“And it’ll be this way for a month—it sounds hard.” He muses, proceeding to water his plants. He thinks of his own lilies, growing, yes, but painstakingly slow in his eyes since it’s the first time he’s growing them.

“It is—it’s quite the bargain.” You agree with a nod. “But I’ll be the happiest person ever if a lot of them sprout.”

Despite only knowing you the mostly from your small conversations every morning, Hyunjin thinks he likes you the best when you’re talking about something you’re passionate about. “I’m sure they’ll grow, you take care of them well.”

“Don’t flatter me.” You manage a chuckle. “Still, I worry since it’s not the same as the other plants I have back home. These are a bit unconventional, to say the least.”

“Nah, I really believe you’ll do well raising them.” He persists. “Just trust the process.”

You nod through your work, a smile unconsciously forming on your lips at the encouragement. “Tell you what? I’ll give you one for free if at least half of these live.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, so you can have more variety on your garden.” You answer. “And you can tell your 2,000 Instagram followers about my new summer business.”

Hyunjin chuckles at the thought, though seriously contemplating it. “I’ll trade you with these lilies if you want.” He offers, suddenly confident of the lilies he’s been worrying about.

"Oh? Don’t you want to save them for someone special?”

Hyunjin is immediately flustered by this. “N-No? There’s no one special lately.”

You raise an eyebrow, questioningly at him. “Really? I thought you’d be the type.”

Hyunjin is quite popular in school, you think to yourself. A month ago, back when you still had classes, you remember how Hyunjin’s often the talk of your classmates in a lot of general classes.

He shrugs, though somehow it makes him feel iffy to say what he just said along with, “I just wanted to try growing flowers.”

Glancing briefly at you from his pot of basil leaves, you seem unfazed by his flushed cheeks, “Well, eventually the lilies might die since they’re seasonal. You might want to consider giving them to someone at least—maybe your mom or Kkami, I don’t know.” You suggest. “You’re growing them really well, too, it’d be a shame if you didn’t show them to other people.”

You remember how his roommates teased him when he got the seeds and planting kit in the mail so you made sure to mention his mom (whom you’ve only met once when students were leaving for the holidays) and his dog (who got lost once in the rooftop while you were drying clothes).

“Aw, but I’ll miss them.” “Don’t worry, I think you can grow the bulbs.”

“Really?” You hum in yes. “I’ll look that up later.”

Naturally, you then continue to work in silence until you finished your work earlier and bid him goodbye—a rare occurrence since he usually leaves first.

When you leave, Hyunjin immediately whips out his phone and searches how to propagate lilies.

It’s day 22, Felix has started to pester Hyunjin on when his basil leaves will grow again for another bowl of movie night pasta, and his lilies are almost ready to bloom, reaching up almost to his thighs. They’re pink Asiatic lilies, a pop of color amidst all the green leaves and dull shades of root crops, but lately, he’s more fascinated with how you’ve been growing your succulents that seem to grow agonizingly slow, especially since you keep them inside throughout the day rather than let them bask in full sun like your other grown succulents.

“They’re echevaria lolas.” You stumble over the pronunciation this particular morning, letting them sit outside for the fresh morning air and faint sunlight before the sun fully drenches your side of the building later in the afternoon. “The mom looked like a lotus so eventually they’ll look like lotuses too.”

“Everyone good so far?” Hyunjin asks while googling how to propagate radishes for later.

“There were some two or three who’ve died, unfortunately.” You frown, showing him the barely noticeable empty spaces on your pot. “But it’s okay, I guess, since I have a lot more.”

“How do you know if they’ve died?” “They wrinkle or turn purple.”

“Oh, sorry.” He frowns too which you stifle a giggle at knowing he’s starting to care really deeply for plant life.

“It’s cool.” You shrug. “That’s just how it is.”

You also show him how hints of roots and stems are now growing on some of your leaf cuttings, the biggest smile on your face he’s ever seen in the short time you’ve been neighbors so far.

“I’ll give you this one.” You point to the biggest leave with the biggest progress in the group. “I predict that by next week it’ll have a center already or maybe even its own new leaf!”

“Ah, you don’t have to!” He insists, waving his hand dismissively. “What if it’s the prettiest? Then everyone would want to buy it when you sell them.”

“If it’s the prettiest, then it better end up on your garden so that I’ll know it’ll fully grow prettily.” You counter.

Though you said it casually, Hyunjin swore to Jeongin later on that he felt that he almost fainted in front of you then—out of the small crush he’s harbored over you the entire summer or honor of you entrusting one of your plants to him, he’s not quite sure.

“I think Y/N’s nice.” Jeongin comments. “And I think you have a crush.”

On the cloudy afternoon of day 28, Hyunjin jogs down to the building’s lobby to retrieve his package of new clay pots and seeds. They’re smaller compared to the ones he bought last time since they’ll only be housing a new batch of root crops (after Felix hoarded almost all of his radishes and basil leaves last week). Arriving at the building front door to meet the delivery man, he sees you coming home from your summer job at the ice cream parlor on the next block.

“Hey.” He greets you, feeling a bit weird since you’re not upstairs on the fire escape. “How was work?”

The delivery man leaves after Hyunjin pays, making way for you as you climb up the steps to the front door. “It was okay, not a lot of people since it’s been raining lately.” You shrug off your raincoat and close your umbrella before stepping inside, walking next to Hyunjin as you both climb up the stairs to your respective apartments on the 4th floor.

Hyunjin also hasn’t seen you lately since it started raining, forcing you to keep your succulents inside and leaving only some of your leaves to stay outside the whole day. “And how are the leaf cuttings?”

“They’re okay.” You answer. “They all have roots now!”

“That’s...that’s good to hear.” He comments awkwardly, suddenly finding it difficult to talk about anything. After all, it’s one of the rare times he’s seen you outside your place.

Luckily, you pick up the conversation from him. “How about you? It’s been almost a month, are the lilies blooming yet?”

At this, Hyunjin visibly frowns from the corner of your eye. “They’re growing taller but they’re not blooming yet.”

“Maybe they just need more time.” You console him, finally reaching the 4th floor. “Plants don’t care much about exact dates and times but they’ll grow eventually.”

You glance over at Hyunjin as he walks further to his dormitory’s door adjacent yours. He turns to your direction before going inside, his frown now a small smile. “I hope so, thanks.”

You nod. “No problem.” You smile at him before blurting out, “I believe in you, if-if that helps.”

When you do check his balcony later on that day, you see his lilies have grown significantly taller since the last time you went out on your fire escape but as he said, they haven’t even bloomed yet.

Hyunjin’s lilies bloom on day 32 which is day 18 of your leaf cuttings. You went out to your fire escape earlier than usual on this particular morning so that your succulents can get a lot of sun after a few days of rain.

“Congratulations!” Hyunjin comes out to his balcony with your proud exclaim and he immediately turns to your direction where his lilies also are in his line of vision, fully-bloomed. “Congrats on your first flowers!”

“Thanks.” He shyly grins from ear to ear, kneeling in front of his flowers to observe them.

“They’re really pretty.” You comment. “You raised them well.”

At the compliment, he blushes. “Do you want some?” Hyunjin looks up to you and this time, you’re the one who’s flustered. “I can cut up a few.”

“What? No, I’m cool, thanks.” You shrug off the rising heat on your face. “I don’t have vases that match the flowers, anyway.”

At this point, both of you (albeit unknowingly) think that your excuses are getting more and more ridiculous but Hyunjin seems to just accept it and say, “I’ll go get Felix and Seungmin! They need to see this.”

“Go get Chan too, it looks like he hasn’t seen the light of day since summer started.” You chuckle, remembering how you haven’t seen the oldest boy in their apartment much since summer started.

“Yeah, good idea.” Hyunjin hurries inside, calling to his roommates eating breakfast.

After a while, as you were preparing to go back inside your own apartment, all seven of Hyunjin’s roommates cramp into the small balcony, all in different expressions of surprise at the flowers.

“Woah, they’re so pretty!” You hear Felix comment under his breath.

“Hyung, can I get some?” Jeongin asks to which Hyunjin jokingly replies, “You have to pay for them!”

You greet the boys from your space on the fire escape and they greet you back with knowing smiles to which Hyunjin elbows Jisung who stands nearest to him. “Yah.”

“What? Can’t I greet Y/N?” Jisung whispers loudly.

“You have that weird look!” “What weird look?”

Luckily, you were already inside since Jisoo called on you again before Jisung told everyone of Hyunjin’s little crush.

“Ooh, what if you give some of these to Y/N next-door?” Minho suggests.

“They said they’re ok with not getting some of them.” Hyunjin answers. “I’m planning to send some to my mom and dad.”

“Hyunjin, even when they say they don’t want flowers, you should still give them flowers.” Changbin insists matter-of-factly.

“Ah, I have a better idea!” Chan exclaims.

You come home from work on day 34 and come across Hyunjin by the entrance of your building again, this time getting off a taxi, probably from his parent’s place given the two coolers of frozen meat and kimchi he was taking juggling in his hands that always signifies that his mom bought food for everyone in Hyunjin’s apartment. When the taxi drives away and you manage to walk faster to get to him, he greets you with a grin, “Hey, Y/N.”

You nod and wave hello. “Back from your parents’ place?”

“Yeah, I delivered flowers.” His smile grows wider. “My mom liked them, especially.”

“Oh, that’s good to know.” You return his smile. “Do you need help?”

But he shakes his head at your offer. “No, I’m good. Come on, I have something for you.”

You look at him suspiciously as you open the building entrance for him but decided on humoring him and agreeing, “Sure.”

You climb up the stairs in almost complete silence. You ask him briefly about his short trip to the other side of the city and he tells you about how Kkami has been since you last saw the dog. You almost missed how he answers rather curtly and nervously, as if he’s hiding something.

“Oh, right, wait here!” He suddenly stops you from proceeding to your apartment when you arrive on the 4th floor, sprinting to his before you could even utter a word.

You stand alone in the hallway for a short while, until Hyunjin re-emerges from his apartment with a medium-sized pot in his hands. “Ta-da!” He holds it up to your eye-level for you to clearly see the label written in his careful handwriting, lily bulbs. “You said you didn’t want the flowers but you didn’t say that you didn’t want bulbs.”

“Hyunjin—” He thrusts the plant pot in your hands happily, a little proud that he’s got you flustered again.

“I just want to say thank you for helping me grow my garden this past month.” He insists before quietly adding, “And Chan may or may not also have mentioned that it’s more romantic if I gave you something to grow yourself rather than give you a flower right away since you’re the plant expert.”

“Huh? Romantic?” You can’t help but smile at the choice of word.

“Y-Yeah.” He agrees with a small nod. Now he’s equally flustered, even more when he unintentionally blurts out next, “Maybe by the time they grow their own bulbs to plant, we’re already on our 100th day.”

At that, you finally break into laughter, making Hyunjin laugh as well, albeit more nervously. “What? What 100th day?” You visibly cringe in front of him but with good intentions.

“I’m trying my best here!”

“Are you perhaps asking me out?” Surprisingly, he nods slowly in yes, momentarily stunning you.

A beat of silence passes by that Hyunjin starts preparing himself to pass your conversation off as a joke.

“Listen—” But before he could even get another word out, you beat him to it.

“Okay, I’ll take it—cheesy line and all.” You interject, taking a step back to your apartment. “Let me just go get you something in exchange.”

“You don’t have to.” But you ignore him, proceeding by saying, “No, I insist! Meet me at the back.”

When he does meet you at the back, on his balcony, you pass him one of your leaf cuttings from the fire escape, the one you pointed at him from before except now it’s grown into the smallest flower with barely enough leaves to form 1 ring of leaves resembling petals. “’Maybe when it’s big enough to look like a flower, it’ll already be our 100th day.” You tease him, earning you a ‘yah!’ from him that just makes you laugh harder than a while back. “Just keep it on a pot with lots of rocks and good drainage, spritz it with water every few days, and keep it away from direct sunlight until it grows into a full succulent.”

“I—” “It means yes, Hyunjin, I’ll go out with you.”

“R-really?” His eyes grow big, not really expecting that you’d agree.

“Yeah, just make sure to take care of the leaf cutting I gave you! It’s the prettiest among my plant babies!” For the first time since the two of you crossed paths today, Hyunjin finally lets go of the breath he’s been holding at your words. “And less cheesy lines, please.”

“Okay noted.”

Hyunjin’s leaf cutting starts growing into a proper succulent on day 70 of tending to his mini garden of flowers and herbs. The lily bulb he gave you has already sprouted as well. It’s not your 100th day yet as you predicted then but you’re still going out on dates (with less cheesy lines now) and googling how to propagate more plants.

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leboutique-lily · 4 years

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Hello! Ur Namjoon smut fic was so amazing 🥺 I’d really like to request that morning after where Namjoon wakes you up with his tongue bc frankly that sounds like the best way to wake up, also thank you for sharing your talent with us 🥺

Hey my sweet!

Thank you for your support and your sweet words my little flower, I loved your request was secretly hoping that someone asked this.

Here you go sweetie, hope you enjoy it!

Steps 0.2

Who forgot to close the curtain last night?

The sunlight is bright and warm this morning, illuminating the room and announcing the weekend for the sleeping souls out there.

Namjoon must admit, he would love to get back to sleep, he's eyes heavy and slumber possessing his body, but when he lower his head and see your sweet figure wrapped on him sleeping so peacefully, he can't help but admire you.

Your head laid on his broad chest with one arm around his waist, while your left leg rest on his lower half, your succulent thigh on top of his growing morning wood.

The sun touches your skin making shadows between the sheets and you look so warm and comfortable... He run his fingers through your disheveled hair, a smile forming on his lips when you notice the bright light coming through the windows and doing that cute thing with your nose that always melts his heart, to nose your way to his neck to ignore the imminent day.

His hand on your head chooses to lightly brush up and down on your naked back while the unoccupied one goes to your thigh and stroke the soft skin there. You're wandering between your dreams and your consciousness, moving to place your hand right on his beating heart, feeling the beats and his steady breaths on your palm. It's all so nice and warm that you decide to stay on your dreamland for now.

Namjoon on the other hand is trying to stay still for you, but your naked body feels so good, you're soft against him. The way you're so close and so relaxed using his body as your pillow... he could stay like this forever. Memories of last night come to mind and he close his eyes at the tought of your sweet moans and hot pussy around him. He was trying to keep it sweet... and it was a dulcet, romantic moment. Until he remembered the last thing he said last night.

'I can't wait to wake you up with my tongue tomorrow '

He feels himself getting harder at the tought, the idea of having your taste as his breakfast to tempting to let it pass. And he kind promised, right?

Right.

So he moves you very gently, to not wake you already and positions himself at your feet. You look like a goddess to him, majestic in your natural beauty, he can't wait to feast on your nectar.

He pulls the sheets down, uncovering your sleeping body, granting him your glorious naked figure and suddenly he's starved, only you can cure his hunger.

He gives a chaste kiss on calves, his hands climbing their way to the back of your knees with his plush lips right behind. He slowly pushes your legs open, observing your face to see any distress but you're sleeping like a rock now. Last night must've been tiring indeed... that proud feeling deep in his chest.

Shuffling his way up between your legs that are now falling open, exposing your sore pussy to his eyes.

"Fuck, you're pretty all over baby..." he tought out loud, using the tip of his fingers to laid caresses on your pussy and your inner thighs. You squirm a little, stirring in your sleep and he stop, eyes glued to you face. He needs to go slow, because he knows you must be sensitive from the latest activities, so he gently pulls your lips apart exposing your entrance and your clit to him.

This is not new to him, he already had girls like this, but never you. He's dying to taste you for months, he can't wait any longer, so he gives a long full lick from bottom to top in your pussy and he can feel some of your arousal starting to drip out. What are you dreaming of...?

He repeats the action and he feels like he could stay buried tongue deep in you for the rest of his life, your sweet yet slightly salty flavor intoxicating his mouth. The way you're starting to move and mumble some unintelligible sound in your sleep spurring him on. He keeps you open and circle your clit with his thumb, mesmerized by your clenching little hole dripping more of your juices that he's is eager to lick it clean. He run his tongue close to your clit but never touches it, teasing your body to react, happy when you unconsciously follow the stimulation. Taking your outer lips in his mouth and sucking gently he can hear the beginning of your moans trying to break free from your throat, your head shaking slowly and your breath deepening.

He keep teasing you like this until he can't resist to thrust his tongue inside of you, feeling how warm you're inside. Your taste invading his senses once more. He's hands push your knees up to your stomic exposing your clit, peaking from his hood and he takes it in his mouth to give little kitten licks in every directions, eliciting deeper moans from you. You can feel an addictive pleasure not knowing if your dreams became to realistic or if there's something going on.

Namjoon can feel you gaining consciousness, your body waking up on his mouth and he engulfs the engorged bud on his lips and suck hard on it holding your legs up and apart.

The amount of pleasure that he infringes on you makes you wake in a gasp, eyes looking for the source of the strong feeling and finding your boyfriend's head down between your legs that are currently pushed up and held securely by his huge hands. His eyes piercing and mischievous looking up at you. How can someone look so daring looking up at you. Oh fuck... he's talented. His tongue is incessantly liking at your clit bringing you close to the edge before you know what is happening.

You moan his name like a pray, eyes closing at the burning feeling taking over your senses, your juices running down your slip and Namjoon like the starving man he is swallowing every drop. The way he's tongue was eagerly lapping all you have to give and prolonging your high to the maximum, the slurping wet sounds making your breath deep and fast at the feeling of his wet muscle doing wonders on your pussy.

The vision of your squirming body in ecstasy by his touch made Namjoon grind against the bed, his dick twitching at the sound of your cries.

The cries of pleasure were becoming whispers of overstimulation, the feeling of his tongue circling your entrance, dividing attention with your abused clit was too much, the overwhelming feeling making you try to avoid hes mouth freeing your legs from his grasp in an attempt to close them, but Namjoon wouldn't aloud it.

He pushed you open again, one leg at each side of his head over his shoulder, hands looped around your thights to keep your open and still for him.

He looked at your eyes and as if they were a magnet you had your own eyes looking back at him, they holded a firmness and an authority that you couldn't find it in yourself to contest.

"Don't you dare run away from me."

His cheeks smeared with your juices and his lips red from all the action, without more words he was back at devouring you. He's tongue flat licking every corner of your sex, then stiffening on your little bud, his fingers pulling your hood out of the way so he can stimulate you directly. Your whimpers were echoing on the walls, the neighbors probably well aware of the obscenities happening this early in the morning. Your hands went to get a hold on his hair, grabbing and pushing it, your grip tight, not knowing if you want him closer or if you want to push him away.

"J-Joonie... Namjoon I can't! Baby please - oh fuck..- please it's to much."

That strong tight feeling all over you, you head back in pleasure and despair.

"Yes, you can babygirl. Be good and keep this pretty tights open for me" his breath on your clit and his lips brushing on your sensitive pussy sending little sparkles up your body.

All you could do was try to keep them open for him, his tone leaving no space for argument. Your pussy gushing at his sudden dominance and your hands grabbing the sheets, he smirks on your pussy seeing the effect his tone has on your body.

"Taste so good... my babygirl taste like heaven, such a sweet pussy." He said between your lips, the tight coil taking place leaving that slight painful feeling behind.

He plunged one finger in, then another one... two fingers fucking your tight hole while his mouth worked in your swollen clit. His fingers twisting, finding a sweet spot inside of you that made you yelp in pleasure.

"Please.. Da- Namjoon, please make me cum" you begged almost letting scape a certain kink you seem to have but never had the courage to bring it up.

"Fuck, cum for me babygirl " his baritone tone pushing you over the edge again, your head thrown back and your body shaking with the after shocks of your orgasm. Namjoon helped you enjoy every last minute of your high and went to give you a wet kiss on your lips, your taste lingering on his lips, but not disgusting you as you thought it would.

"Good morning babygirl"

You mumbled a good morning back, kind of dizzie by the two orgasms.

"What you were saying back there, hm? It was not my name..." his smirk impossible to hide, his ego so inflated that its was hitting the roof.

You were so embarrassed, cheecks all red -his favorite- and trying to get up but his heavy body holded you down.

"No no no, you're not running away from me. Tell me baby..."

"I'm not gonna say anything and if you want to know, find out by yourself." You said and pushed him, taking a run for the bathroom, shame already forgotten.

You could hear his laughter and his heavy steps right behind you.

"Oh I will babygirl..."

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doing-all-write · 4 years

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you’re out

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your favorite past time is roasting Joe about how much the Yankees suck. So, when you go to a Yankees game with him and make a bet about whether they’ll win or not, you can’t help but hope that maybe, just maybe, they’ll win so Joe can do whatever he wants to you.

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: SMUT (don’t interact if you’re under 18 please!), swearing, mentions of alcohol, continuous talk of how much the Yankees suck (they do, I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules!!!!).

A/N: Hello, hi, hey, anyone else bummed there isn’t any baseball to watch?? No?? Just me?? Alright, well, have soft, baseball loving Joe to fill the void in your heart. (and once again, thank you to @diasimar, @fairestkillerqueenofall and @mrhoemazzello for their contributions and for being in horny/yearning hell with me all day every day)

💖As always, likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! 💖

"NO!"

"HA! See, that's why the Sox are the best team in the league right now and the Yankees, well, the Yankees, they suck." She took a long pull of beer as Joe’s string of curses were muffled by the material of his Yankees cap.

Slapping him on the back, she raised her hand to get the bartenders attention. Her friend, Dylan, nodded back and slid two tequila shots down the bar toward them, not even bothering to hide their laughter at Joe, who had fully slumped over the bar and was letting his forehead bounce lightly against the wood.

Pushing one liquid gold shot toward Joe, she pulled her own closer, watching a droplet of water fall over the edge of the lime's rind into the glass.

"C'mon Mazzello. Buck up. It's just the Yankees fifth loss of the season. Which means they’ve secured their status as the most suck-tastic team in the MLB." Smirking, she threw her shot back, quickly bringing the lime to her mouth and biting down on soft flesh, the sting of acidity biting back as she licked her lips, making sure she got every bit of salt from them.

Watching (Y/N) lick her lips was the only thing that was enough to make Joe stop feeling sorry for himself and start feeling a different emotion.

"Can't you have some sympathy for a mourning man? I'm dying over here. I'm slowly being killed by the thing I love most." He wasn't quite sure if he was referring to the Yankees or the more than friends feelings that he'd had for (Y/N) since the moment he’d met her.

And her boyfriend.

But the boyfriend was out of the picture (She'd swanned into his apartment one day, already monologuing, "So, I dumped Mitch. He told me once we got 'serious', my career would need to take a back seat so I left him, and our relationship, in the back seat of the Uber we were in.") and Joe felt like he needed to take his chance before someone else came into the picture.

Laughing, she reached her hand up to the Sox cap she wore, twisting it around so the brim was facing towards the back.

Joe almost choked at the action.

"Joe, if you don't take that shot right now I'm calling the cops because I'm pretty sure that's alcohol abuse to leave a perfectly good free shot sitting in front of you." Dylan raised an eyebrow as they finished wiping down the last glass they had pulled from the crate they'd brought from the kitchen.

Ripping his gaze from (Y/N)'s form, he hurriedly threw it back, scrunching his face up in an exaggerated fashion as the burn of the alcohol streaked down his throat and warmed his stomach. Popping the whole lime slice in his mouth he heard her laugh,

"Joe! God, how many times do I have to tell you that you don't have to put the whole lime in your mouth?"

"When you stop laughing every time I do it." He admitted as he delicately placed the mangled husk of said lime on his napkin. Dylan shuddered as they touched the very edge of Joe's napkin to let it fall into the trash can behind the bar.

Shaking her head, she swiveled in her chair to face Joe, "So. I have a proposition."

Please let it be that she things we should be together forever and get married. Or that she proposition me for sex. Either one.

"You know how I scored those tickets to the Yankee's/Sox's game for next week?"

Shaking himself from the imagery of shoving a piece of wedding cake in (Y/N)'s face, Joe nodded, taking another gulp of beer.

"Well....since you're my best friend who I love dearly," she placed a hand on his thigh, smiling, and Joe knew he would do whatever she wanted.

"I was thinking we could make it extra interesting." Her heart was racing at just the small action she had accomplished. Feeling Joe's thigh muscle tighten as she laid her hand on it made something deep in the pit of her stomach tighten as well.

Since she'd broken up with Mitch it freed her up to do things she'd always wanted to do. To focus on her career, her friendships, herself and on the fact that she wanted her best friend, Joe Mazzello, to absolutely wreck her in the bedroom.

The first time she'd envisioned it, she'd almost drained the new pair of batteries she'd put in her vibrator and since then she'd been falling without a parachute. The only thing that kept her from ripping the cord was the fact he was her best friend. They spent all their time together, what if it went wrong? It was a silly fear, she knew if anything were to happen they’d work through it like they always did, but it still bugged her that something so trivial was stopping her from potentially jumping into the best relationship she'd ever had.

Besides, she'd do anything for Joe and she knew he’d do anything for her. They'd picked each other up from the airport, taken care of each other when they were sick or hungover and once Joe had plant sitted for her.

(The key word there being once. She'd come back to all of them dead. "Joe...they're succulents. How do you kill those?")

She was nervous the fantasies she'd cooked up in her head would never live up to the reality that was in front of her, but recently she'd noticed little things that were starting to embolden her.

Lingering gazes, holding on for a second too long during hugs. Once, it had been late, and they'd pulled apart from a hug only for their eyes to lock. Her breath caught as the thought oh god it's actually happening flitted through her mind, but Joe just gave her a gentle nudge toward the door urging her to get into bed as soon as possible.

But, she was nervous that she was reading too much into these signs.

If (Y/N) had been able to read minds she would have been very confused to see Gwil in his "I Want To Break Free" get up but it was Joe's surefire way to get rid of an erection and with (Y/N)'s hand so close on his thigh, he knew he needed to do something desperate to settle himself down.

Bringing herself back to the feel of Joe's thigh under her hand, she peered up at him through her eyelashes and shot him a smile, "I think we should place a bet."

"A bet?"

"Yes, Joseph. A wager. On this ball game."

"Alright, what are the terms?" Joe leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the way the sleeves of his t-shirt stretched against his biceps. She swore he bought his shirts a size too small just to fuck with her.

"Well, if the Yankees lose, which they will because they suck," Joe made an indignant noise in the back of his throat, "then you have to do anything I want."

Joe's eyebrows almost shot into his hairline, "And if the Sox’s lose? Which they will," he declared pointing a finger in (Y/N)'s face, causing her to lean back in her chair, batting his finger out of her face, "then you have to do anything I want." Crossing his arms behind his head he settled back into his chair, smug smile firmly planted.

"It's so on, Mazzello." She declared as she stuck her hand out for him to shake. As his hand slid into hers, she could have sworn they both held on for a beat longer than was absolutely necessary.

~~~

In (Y/N)'s opinion it wasn't really summer till she went to a baseball game. The artificial green of the grass, the sun shining down, the crack of a baseball hitting a bat. There wasn't a scent more intoxicating than that of popcorn, hot dogs and cheap beer.

Which was probably why Joe had sent some serious side eye her way as she filled her lungs and drank in the scene before her, settling into their seats, hands clasped around flimsy plastic cups filled with overpriced alcohol.

"What? You don't love the smell of a ball game?" she shot him an incredulous look.

"No, I do. But I don't try to inhale the whole stadium through my nostrils."

Reaching a hand around she knocked his Yankees hat off his head, laughing as he scrambled to pick it up and jam it back on his head. Turning, she saw he had his best scowl prepped as he glared at her,

"How dare you try to knock the best good luck charm the Yankees have off my head?"

"Because I need my bathroom cleaned and I want you to do it." she shrugged as she took a sip of what was mostly foam. Gotta love baseball beer.

"I can't even be that mad at you because you did bring me to a baseball game that my team is going to whoop your teams ass in so, thanks, (Y/N)." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, bringing her into his side as she leaned a head against him, smiling and wanting to stay in that position for as long as possible.

"Oh, you two are just the cutest couple! Reminds me of myself and Harold at our first baseball game."

Both their heads turned in perfect unison to look at the form of a woman cautiously making her way down the stairs, cane in one hand, her grandson holding her other arm and mouthing I'm sorry at them over her head.

Laughing self-consciously, (Y/N) started to disentangle herself from Joe's embrace, "Oh. Ah. That's really not-"

"Thank you ma'am, that's really sweet of you. Were you and Harold married a long time?" Joe interjected, keeping his arm firmly wrapped around (Y/N)'s shoulders.

Stopping in the middle of the aisle, the woman’s eyes grew soft, "Oh yes. We were friends for the longest time until finally one day he kissed me on the cheek. I remember I turned to him as he turned bright red and looked ready to melt into the floor. But I just told him 'It's about damn time!' And planted one on him myself." She laughed at the memory as her grandson rolled his eyes,

"C'mon Grandma. Let's get to our seats. The first pitch is gonna be thrown soon."

Waving goodbye, they watched the woman toddle down the stairs. Lifting one thigh and then the other, (Y/N) felt her skin unstick and prayed to god she wouldn't have butt sweat once this thing was over.

"That's cute. But also it sounds like she was a huge hussy back in her day."

Snorting, she slapped Joe in the chest, "Really, Joey? You're going to call a sweet old lady a hussy for sharing a cute story about her and her husband?"

"I'm just calling 'em like I see 'em!"

"And that old woman is a hussy?"

"She's the one throwing herself at men!" Joe protested as he tried to hold back his laughter. Soon, they both were laughing so hard no noise was coming out, just their whole bodies shaking with mirth.

"Okay, okay...oh my god. I will give her credit, that's a very sweet story." (Y/N) admitted as she leaned back in her seat, adjusting her own lucky Sox hat.

"It is. I've always liked being friends with someone first before dating them." Joe admitted as he slid his eyes over to meet (Y/N)'s. Staring back at him, she felt her heart stop as his gaze burned into hers. Nodding, she mumbled, "Yeah, me too."

His lips twitched upward as he broke the gaze and leaned back in his seat, throwing one arm over the back of her chair and propping his foot up on the seat in front of him, "I think it's gonna be a great ball game."

She could only nod mutely as she tried to pick up the scattered fragments of her thoughts.

"C'mon. Go. GO. GOGOGO. DROP IT...AHH FUCK." Her head dropped into her hands. She was so sure that the hit the last batter had was going to be the one that got the Sox the win but the Yankees outfielder had just managed to snag it.

Beside her, Joe was on his feet, pumping his fists in the air and cheering along with every other Yankees fan in the stadium causing the floor to rumble underneath her Converse.

"C'mon (Y/N), you're missing the best part!" Joe laughed as he tugged on the back of her shirt. Lifting her head up she was met with confetti raining from the sky and Frank Sinatra crooning "New York, New York" over the stadium speakers as the crowd started to flood out of the ball park.

"You're an insufferable bastard."

"Yeah but I'm your insufferable bastard." Joe cooed as he patted her head, snickering as she rolled her eyes and dodged out from underneath his patronizing hand.

"Whatever, Mazzello. Let's head out." Pulling her phone from her pocket to call a ride, her brain was already going a million miles an hour, thinking about what Joe would possibly make her do. Just the kind of thoughts she was having were causing her to shift in place, trying to find some relief for the ache that was building between her thighs.

Joe was consumed by his own thoughts at the opportunity before him. He didn't want to make (Y/N) do anything she didn't want to do but at the same time...he wanted to kiss her. He'd almost been disappointed that the kiss cam hadn't landed on them.

Both of them were lost in their own world and as such didn't realize that the herd moving to exit the stadium had stopped which caused Joe to run into someone which made (Y/N) bump into Joe with an "Oof"

Reaching an arm back, he wrapped his hand around her arm, steadying her as she tottered on the balls of her feet.

"Without even looking back, that's impressive."

"What can I say? I'm an impressive sort of guy." (Y/N)'s breath caught in her throat considering what else about Joe was impressive but immediately snapped out of it when he turned to face her over his shoulder and waggled his eyebrows up and down.

Rolling her eyes, she shoved him forward, "Let's just get home so I can sooth my wounds with booze and maybe some leftover Chinese."

"Wait, but we had Chinese at my place, none of it is at yours." Joe wrinkled his brow.

"I know, that's why we're going over to your place. You have all the good food and booze." She shrugged as they pushed through the gates and walked to the bus that would take them home.

"You always say that and then I run out of food and have to buy more. Why can't you ever have the good food and booze?" he grumbled.

"Because I can't afford to have you eating and drinking all my stuff."

~~~

Shoving his door open, they fell into Joe's apartment, letting the artificial coolness of air conditioning wrap itself around them. Both of them letting out involuntary sighs at how good it felt after being crammed onto a hot bus with more warm bodies than seats.

"Time to munch..." (Y/N) clapped her hands together before she opened the door of Joe's fridge and pulled out a Chinese takeout container, popping it open, mouth watering instantly at the sight of the golden dumplings waiting for her, like little doughy presents.

Before she could even grab a fork, Joe's hand wrapped around the container, whipping it up and over her head, causing her to turn in place so she was witness to Joe shoving a dumpling in his mouth, "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I not tell you? Dumplings are for winners." He said through a mouthful of her dumplings.

"You're the meanest person in the whole world." She declared as she turned her back on him to rummage around in his fridge, only to emerge with two beers in her fist.

Joe couldn't help but admire how she looked in his kitchen. He couldn't help but think what it would be like to cook with her. Or cook for her. Having her sitting on the counter as he made her a home cooked meal, stealing kisses in between stirring and chopping, making small talk, kidding around with each other, he wanted that so badly he felt his heart seize with longing.

"Well, I guess we can't put it off any longer." She sighed as she slowly placed the beers on the counter. The look on her face was so melancholy, Joe put down the takeout box and felt his heart leap up into his throat, "What do you mean?"

"I mean the bet. I lost. Which, I would like to point out, how brave I am for admitting that without retching," Joe rolled his eyes, "But I get to do anything you want me to do so, hit me Joe. What do you want me to do?"

Peering up at him through her eyelashes she searched his face, hoping against all hope that he would say "get on your knees" or "get into my bedroom". She knew that was wishful thinking on her part but she couldn't help it. Watching his Adam's apple bob up and down as he took a huge swallow, she almost didn't hear what he muttered next,

"Want you to kiss me."

Her eyes shot up to his.

"I mean, only if you want to. I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with but, fuck, (Y/N), I've wanted to kiss you since I first met you and I don't know, it feels like there's been something more between us lately and I didn't want to hate myself forever for not just, going for it, so, if you want, I'd really like it if you kissed me." He ended this speech with a shrug, fiddling with his fingers.

"Joey," she breathed out and Joe's form stiffened as he waited for her rejection,

"I've waited for you to ask me that for so long." she admitted, almost laughing at how wide Joe's eyes became.

Blinking he stepped forward, "Then get over here and kiss me."

Eyes widening, she stepped up to Joe, their arms hanging at their sides as they contemplated each other. Unsure, she tilted her head up. Joe leaned his head down, lips ghosting over hers as he whispered, "Are you sure?"

She just nodded and felt her heart clench as a smirk grew over Joe's face.

Reaching a hand up, he cupped her cheek, letting his thumb stroke over the soft skin. Closing the gap between them, he placed his lips against hers, gently. Not enough to really count as a true kiss, his last ditch attempt to give her an out if she wanted.

The electricity zipping through her body let her know that this was meant to happen.

Letting out a small moan, she reached her arms up to wrap around Joe's neck, dragging him down more fully against her lips. Twining his arms around her waist, he pulled her flush against him. Feeling her soft curves fit up against him in the most delicious way possible.

Deepening the kiss, he nudged her back toward the counter. She made a small noise in the back of her throat as her back hit the edge.

"Jump," Joe breathed and she did what she was told, leaping up onto the counter, spreading her legs as Joe stepped between them, running his hands up and down her thighs, giving them a squeeze when he reached where she wanted him most.

"Such a good girl taking my directions." he breathed into her mouth. Her head dropped back as she let out a groan. Joe smiled at the effect.

"You're gonna ruin me, Joe." she laughed weakly as one of her hands intertwined with one of Joe's.

"That's the plan, darling" he said devilishly, bringing his other hand to the back of her head, pulling her down to reconnect their lips. She cupped Joe's face with both of her hands, giving her all to the kiss. Letting all of her pent up want and need spill through her lips and tumble into Joe's heart.

Letting his tongue slip through her lips, he explored her mouth. She gripped his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him flush against the counter. Chuckling, he twined his fingers through her hair, giving it a gentle tug as he felt her body become pliable at the sensation.

"So, you like having your hair pulled, huh?" He murmured as she mewled, scooting her hips closer to the edge of the counter, wanting nothing more than to grind her core against something, anything to relieve the ache that was building in her.

"Mmm and you're a needy little thing too." he cooed as his hands ghosted down her body, outlining her curves. Nodding ferociously, she drapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his again as he gave her hips a squeeze.

"Joe!" the yelp that came from her mouth was louder than she intended but she hadn't been prepared for Joe's arms to lift her from the counter and carry her into the bedroom. Feeling his chest rumble against hers she smiled, "I got you. Don't worry."

"I know. You've always had me." she breathed into his ear and Joe had to bury his head into her hair to keep from letting the enjoyment he felt hearing that shine too strongly through his face.

Lifting his head from her soft waves, he gently laid her on the bed groaning when she stretched her whole body and smiled up at him, "Aren't you going to ravish me now?" she fluttered her eyelashes at him and felt her pulse quicken as Joe started unbuckling his jeans.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to make sure every inch of you is screaming with pleasure." Eyes widening, she started to fumble with the buckle of her belt as Joe chuckled, "I, uh, kind of wanted to be the one who did that." Lifting her eyes she saw the blush in his cheeks and smiled, "Then come here and get into these pants, Mazzello."

He pounced on top of her so quickly she wasn't even sure how it happened. His fingers making quick work of her belt and shimmying her shorts down her legs.

"God, you're gorgeous." Joe's eyes shone as he drank her form in. When he got to her head his lips quirked up, "You're gonna have to lose the hat, babe. Besides, if anything you should be wearing the hat of winners." he joked as she rolled her eyes. Then, a wicked idea overcame her.

Rising up on her knees, she placed her hands on Joe's shoulders to breath into his ear, "You mean like this hat?" Grabbing the hat Joe was still wearing, she flung her Sox hat to the floor and replaced it with his well-work Yankees hat.

Seeing (Y/N) wearing that hat caused Joe's cock to twitch in his boxers and he let out a soft whine as she placed a hand on his thigh, "Do you want to fuck me in your Yankees hat, Joey?"

"God, yes. I don't care how stereotypically male that makes me but, fuck, (Y/N), yes." his hands came up to her face, pulling her into a deep kiss that was interrupted by his moan as her hand started palming him through his boxers.

"Fuuuck (Y/N)" he breathed out as his head fell against her shoulder. Smiling she kissed his neck as she tugged at the band of his briefs, "I want these off"

Again, it seemed like Joe moved so fast she wasn't sure how it happened. In the blink of an eye he was laying on her bed, briefs off, shirt off and beckoning her closer with one finger, his eyes never leaving hers.

Smirking, she crawled over to Joe. Straddling him, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, being careful not to mess up the hat that was positioned on her head. Joe smirked at the action but his jaw quickly dropped when he saw her. Her pink bra and floral panties somehow making the hat on her head even filthier.

She felt his cock twitch underneath her heat and groaned at the contact. Leaning forward she pressed a kiss to Joe's lips then slowly started kissing his neck, down his chest and finally to his thighs where she most wanted to be.

Biting his hips, Joe finally hissed "(Y/N), please, wanted this for so long..." Taking pity on him, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and started working him over. The way Joe threw his head back and groaned was all the praise she needed.

Even though, as she bobbed her head up and down, Joe was heavy on the praise, "Such a good girl, making me feel so good, babe. God, don't stop..." when she took his entire length in her mouth, she felt Joe tug on her arm, bringing her back up to his lips, he kissed her deeply.

"My turn," he murmured as he pressed her down into the bed. Smiling, she snuggled down into the pillows behind her and sighed as Joe pressed kisses all over her tits, reaching his hands behind her and making quick work of her bra.

She ripped it from her body and threw it to the floor as Joe danced his hands down to her cunt.

Stroking the inside of her thigh softly, dragging his fingers closer and closer to her entrance she whined, "Joe..." lifting his head from her chest, he smiled,

"What? Not moving fast enough for you?" She nodded frantically and Joe's eyes never left hers as he moved a finger to run up and down her folds.

With a gasp she threw her head back and Joe growled, "Shit baby, you're soaked. Who did this to you?"

"You...you did Joey. You always make me this wet."

"Always, huh? I think I'd remember if we hooked up before this." he smirked.

"Every time I touch myself I imagine you doing it..." she murmured as she bucked her hips up to get his fingers closer to her entrance which meant she missed how comically wide Joe's eyes got and was caught off guard when he planted another kiss on her lips.

"Those are the hottest words I could ever hear come from your mouth." she breathed out a laugh and then she felt her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Joe slowly inserted two fingers into her cunt.

"F-fuck Joe, that feels so good..." Her voice trailed off as Joe started pumping his fingers into her slowly, relishing in the feel of the walls of her pussy tightening as he sought out the one spot that would make her lose her mind. After a particularly deep thrust that had her eyes rolling into the back of her head Joe leaned down to kiss her neck.

Speeding up his fingers she felt her cunt clench, between his fingers and the way he was kissing on her neck, she knew was going to cum soon.

"Joe...I-I'm gonna cum"

"Good, want you to. Want you to cum around my fingers and then around my cock. Think you can do that for me, sweetheart? Want to feel how good I make you.”

Making a whining noise in her throat she reached a hand up to the back of Joe's neck to reconnect her lips with his.

Pumping his fingers in and out of her he started to swirl his thumb over her clit and she moaned into his mouth, "Fuuuuck, Joe, don't stop"

"Wasn't planning on it" he chuckled into her mouth as he felt how close she was. Pressing more firmly on her clit, (Y/N) saw stars and she didn't even have time to warn Joe before the waves of her orgasm crashed over her.

As she came down, she was aware of tightly she was gripping onto Joe's hair and let go with an apology.

"Never apologize for pulling my hair when I make you cum like that. Truly, it's a small price to pay to see someone as beautiful as you cum because of me." Blushing, she reached her hands down to shimmy her panties down her legs and throw them into her room.

Grabbing her hand, he gave it a kiss and they stared deep into each others eyes, she reached a hand down, brought his fingers up to her mouth and licked them clean of her juices, keeping direct eye contact the whole time.

Joe's eyes darkened, "I need to fuck you. Now."

"What are you waiting for then? Please fuck me, Joe." she cooed as she brought his fingers out of her mouth with a pop. Reaching her hand down, she pumped his cock a few times as Joe growled.

Batting her hand away, he guided his cock to the entrance of her cunt, swiping it up and down her folds, "God, there's nothing hotter than getting my cock wet with your own juices, baby girl."

"Fuuuuuck, Joe" she whined as she brought her hands up to rest on his biceps, squeezing them and laughing when she felt him flex, "Did you just purposefully flex?"

Winking at her he pushed himself fully inside. Giving them both a minute to adjust, he brought his forehead down to rest on hers. Both of them closing their eyes and breathing each other in, it was the most vulnerable moment they'd shared with each other.

This one moment, where they were closer than they had ever been, it felt so right they couldn't quite believe that in a city of thousands, they fit perfectly together.

"Joe?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"If you don't move soon I'm gonna be pissed."

Laughing, he kissed her nose and started to thrust. Throwing her head back, she let out a string of curses as her hands clutched the sheets, feeling the walls of her cunt clench around Joe's length.

"Fucking hell, feel better than I ever imagined."

"You feel a hell of a lot better than my vibrator" she choked out as Joe let out a single bark of laughter, thrusting harder. He lifted her legs so they were over his shoulders, enjoying how the new angle let him get deeper inside her, and by the way (Y/N) had started babbling about how close she was, he had a pretty good idea it felt amazing for her as well.

"Fuck, Joe. Rub my clit. I'm so close. Again..." a moan swallowing the rest of her sentence as Joe started rubbing her clit.

Seeing her writhe underneath him, knowing he was the cause of her pleasure and the fact that this was all happening while she was wearing his Yankees cap was almost too much for Joe.

"Sweetheart, I'm close.." he choked out as (Y/N) nodded, "Me too, want to cum with you..." she murmured and Joe nodded, thrusting harder as she brought a hand up to tweak her nipples.

Pressing more firmly into her clit, (Y/N) felt her pleasure overtaking her body and succumbed to the orgasm that swept over her. Feeling her walls clench around his cock was the final push Joe needed. With a final groan, he filled her with his love, taking a minute to catch his breath.

When they finally both opened their eyes they burst into giggles,

"Hey."

"Hi" Joe breathed out as he tweaked her nose

Scrunching her nose, she reached her head up to press a gentle kiss to Joe's lips. Pulling himself from her, they both moaned at the loss of contact and after cleaning them up, he crawled into bed next to her, pulling her into his arms.

"God, that was...amazing"

"And long overdue in my personal opinion."

"Yeah, ya think?" he pressed a kiss to the top of her head then pulled back with a disgusted noise.

"What? Does my hair smell bad? Do I have lice or something?" pulling back she looked up into Joe's eyes.

"No, this hat smells nasty. I can't believe you wore it when we had sex, who would do that?"

"Don't lie, it was the one final push you needed to cum, yeah?"

"I don't have to admit anything to you" he sniffed as she curled up into his arms.

Nuzzling into his chest, she placed a soft kiss right on top of his heart. Humming, he drew her in closer, closing his eyes and locking into his memory how it felt to hold her in his arms.

His eyes snapped open, “Wait, hold on,” he jumped up, ignoring her protests as he rummaged around on the floor.

“Joe, c’mon, come back and snuggle.” Pouting she turned only to be met with the lens of Joe’s camera focused on her.

“JOE! I’m NAKED! What is your PROBLEM?” Scrambling, she threw the sheet over her form, peeking over the edge so only the hat and her eyes could be seen. They narrowed as Joe laughed, taking picture after picture of her.

“Holy shit, there’s a really great one here. I think I managed to capture the exact moment your soul left your body when you realized I was taking pictures...” his voice trailed off as he swiped through the photos he’d taken, smile growing bigger with each one.

“Glad you’re enjoying those horrible pictures. You better burn those Joe, I’m serious.” Pulling the sheet down to her neck, she fixed him with her best glare. It didn’t last long.

How could it when he looked up at her with adoration radiating from his eyes?

“You’re so beautiful.”

Her indignation drained and she sat up, patting the bed, “Come back to me. Please?”

Joe climbed into the bed, kneeling in front of (Y/N) to kiss her softly, “I’ll always come back to you.”

Hiding her head in his shoulder, she pressed a kiss to the soft skin there, fighting back the tears she felt welling up suddenly. Pulling back she heard the click of the camera one more time.

Joe lowered the phone, “So beautiful.”

Taking the phone from him she turned around, her back against his chest as she held it aloft, “C’mon, first picture as a couple.”

Smiling, they took one good one and the rest were a mess. One or both of them pulling ridiculous faces. A series of pictures where Joe was obviously playing with her boobs. Their favorite one was where (Y/N) was mid-laugh and Joe was looking at her, the love between them written so clearly in their eyes that they felt like they were infringing on a private moment.

Looking at it, (Y/N) turned to Joe, “You think we’ll look at each other like that, even when we’re old?”

Chuckling, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “Absolutely. You and I are gonna be like that old lady at the baseball game and her husband.”

“Are you calling me a hussy?”

“Again, I’m just calling them like I see them.”

“I feel like you shouldn’t call your own girlfriend a hussy.”

“Oh so you’re my girlfriend now?” Joe rolled on top of her, peppering her face with kisses as she laughed.

“Well I won’t be if you keep calling me a hussy!”

“What if I only called you a hussy when we’re getting sexy?”

Pausing, she reflected on Joe’s proposition, “Hmm, I guess that could be okay. But can you not call it Getting Sexy? That makes it decidedly not sexy.”

“Alright, we’ll come up with something good. Though you should definitely always wear The Sex Hat whenever we fuck.”

Sighing, she flicked the brim of the hat she was still wearing, “I set a dangerous precedent by wearing this, huh?”

“Darling, you have no idea how dangerous you in that hat is.” Joe growled as he nipped her neck.

“Mmm, I think I have a pretty good idea.” She smirked as she tilted her head to the side, “It’s just enough to distract you so I can do this.”

“Wha-” Joe hit the bed with an grunt as she slide out from underneath him and raced out of the room.

“I’M GOING TO EAT THE LAST DUMPLING AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME.”

Pushing himself up, Joe raced after her into the kitchen, knowing he’d be too late to stop her but he wanted to be around to imprint the image of (Y/N) naked in his kitchen into his brain for forever.

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello one shot #joe mazzello smut #baseball!joe #i miss baseball so much gang #might have to watch undrafted just to feel something

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gaasaku-fanfests · 4 years

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Bottle Episode

Title: Bottle Episode Author: mouseymightymarvellous Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,026 words Summary: Bottle Episode: An episode of a tv series designed to cost as little money as possible, wherein [typically] only the regular cast [or part of the regular cast] is filmed at a single location. Bottle episodes are often slow paced and focused on characterization and relationships, freeing up budget for a big, bombastic episode laden with special effects and action. bottle (n): a container, typically made of glass or plastic and with a narrow neck, used for storing drinks or other liquids. bottle (v): place (drinks or other liquid) in bottles or jars. to bottle something up: repress or conceal feelings over a period of time. Trope: Hokage!Sakura

Sakura shuts the door on a set of bone white grins with a decisive snap.

Konoha is the only diplomatic party left in Suna and Sakura recognizes Gaara’s favourite personal guards by sight (even if she—politely—wouldn’t ever admit to knowing their names), but even so, she refrains from sticking her tongue out at Sai when she leaves him at the entrance to coordinate her own personal guard. Appearances must be upheld, even if appearances involve the Hokage entering the Kazekage’s personal quarters holding a bottle of alcohol on the second to last night of the bi-yearly Kage Summit. The door shuts firmly, and Sakura pretends that she doesn’t hear the snickering on the other side. They can gossip all they like between the eight of them, as long as the gossip goes no further.

Or, well. Ino did leave the bottle of Sakura’s preferred local poison on the countertop of the kitchenette in Sakura’s favourite of Suna’s diplomatic suites. She likes the view from the bedroom windows in the morning, small as they are to keep out the sand. There is nothing quite like the sun breaking across the desert in all the world. The bottle was accompanied by a small card with a lipstick print in Ino’s preferred pink as the only signature. Sakura had definitely ignored the small foil packets Ino had also thoughtfully left next to the alcohol.

It’s not like that.

It’s just—

Well.

Even in Suna—the Summit concluded and the trade agreements signed and peace assured for a little bit longer—even now, Sakura cannot be free of the weight of the robes heavy on her shoulders.

“Sakura,” Gaara says, wiping his hands on a towel as he makes his way from his kitchen to greet her in the entryway.

It smells like cumin and baking bread and green things.

She’s spent the last week sitting both next to and across from him at various tables, each of them negotiating on behalf of their village and then negotiating together on behalf of peace. It’s almost strange to see him, now, in loose pants and a worn-looking tee with—inexplicably—the neckline cut out low enough that Sakura can see his collarbones.

“Sorry I’m late.” Sakura smiles at him, and doesn’t look at his hands or the soft hollow of his throat. “My last meeting at the hospital ran over with that new data on the flu your infectious disease unit has been tracking up north. There are some novel genetic markers—”

“Sakura,” Gaara interrupts, his answering smile a little wry and a little small, but still warm. “Unless someone is going to die overnight, I would like at least one evening to talk with you and not have it be about work. Is anyone dying?”

He throws the towel over a shoulder and walks up to her, gently turning Sakura with a palm to her waist.

Sakura moves with him, letting him have her back, and Gaara ease her out of her robe.

His fingers brush the back of her neck. They’re warm, and Sakura shivers.

“People are always dying,” Sakura retorts, sharper than she means to be.

Gaara carefully hangs her robe in the small hall closet, and bends down to pull her slippers out of the basket of house slippers he stores there. (Sakura knows he keeps them specifically for her because they are bright pink with cherries on them, and he’d been so pleased the first time she had come into his apartments to find them waiting for her. Sakura knows he keeps them specifically for her, and she has never known since the first time he shyly offered them to her what, exactly, to do about that.)

He’s kneeling as he carefully helps her slip on one, then the other.

Sakura does not put a hand on his shoulder or in his hair to steady herself; she’s a shinobi, she doesn’t need steadying.

Gaara does not drag his thumb along her instep.

Still, his eyes are green and growing like the plants that she knows will be overflowing his windowsills and tabletops and shelves.

Sakura looks away.

Gaara stands, warm at her side.

He’s not tall enough to loom over her, but Sakura feels delicate and sheltered as he fits himself around her space.

“Come, the food will be ready in a few minutes.”

Sakura follows him along the familiar walk to the kitchen.

They are just Sakura and Gaara, tonight, their titles left on the conference tables of the day, so the little kitchen table has been mostly cleared of what Sakura suspects—if he’s anything like her, which she knows he is, at least in this—is its usual pile of paperwork and briefs and books, leaving only a small, happily blooming succulent and a “thank you” card featuring a hand drawn smiling sun. The table is set with beautiful clay plates and bowls, and Sakura has spent enough time brokering trade deals to recognize Suna ceramics when she sees them.

Gaara returns to the small stovetop, and Sakura peaks into cabinets until she finds a small set of cups, appropriate for the mezcal.

“Here,” Sakura says, perching her hip against the counter at Gaara’s elbow and handing him a cup. “Cheers.”

With the hand not currently occupied stirring, Gaara accepts the cup, their fingers brushing.

“To food in good company,” Gaara offers.

“To no one dying tonight,” Sakura answers.

Their cups tap gently, and neither of them breaks eye contact as they both take a sip.

The alcohol is clear and shocking and bright on her tongue. and Sakura hums contentedly, letting her eyes flutter shut as she savours the warmth.

Like desert storms and the mid afternoon sun up above or lightning flashing down to kiss the sand.

When she opens her eyes, Gaara is still watching her.

Sakura reflexively wets her lips, her tongue catching the last kiss of alcohol there.

Gaara swallows heavily, and Sakura can’t help by watch the motion of his throat.

She feels hollowed out and filled, hungry and wanting and—

“Go sit,” he rasps out. “Food is ready.”

“Can I help with anything?” Sakura asks.

Gaara stops her with his palm ghosting along her side.

She doesn’t remember him turning away from the stove, but he’s facing her, now, and Sakura has to focus on keeping her weight balanced firmly on her heels.

“Sakura,” he chides, “you’re my guest. Go sit. I’m not going to throw you out because you aren’t being productive; I am happy to have you here.”

That catches in Sakura’s throat, and she is the one swallowing now.

She heads to the table, sits.

The food is delicious, and they speak about easy things between bites: Temari’s third pregnancy, Lee’s new genin team’s attempts to singlehandedly complete every D-rank mission in Konohakagure, the books they have read recently, the health of Gaara’s particular orchids, that time Ino got all of Team 10 arrested on suspicion of fermenting revolt when Ino was actually just flirting with the Daimyo’s youngest daughter. Gaara has taken up gardening and cooking in equal measure, and Sakura teases him gently about his eventual retirement and dotage as a little grandmother, her smile easy on her lips and around her fork.

The mezcal is also excellent, and Sakura pours with a heavy hand. It is not enough to erase everything they do not speak about, but it does mean Sakura’s shoulders relax inch by inch, until she can almost forget the weight she usually carries there. She is safe in Gaara’s space—she can hang her robes and her duties and her worries up in the small closet in the hall.

The mezcal and Sakura’s heavy hand also mean that Sakura does not move when she realizes that, at some point, their feet got tangled up under the small kitchen table they are eating at.

Gaara’s gaze on her is as clear and shocking and bright as the mezcal on her tongue, and Sakura wonders what he sees when he looks at her.

Her robe is hanging in his hall closet, but Sakura wears her inheritance on her forehead for all to see. The Konoha delegation will leave Suna in two days. There are eight guards standing watch on this suite of rooms. Sakura carries grief in the curve of her mouth, these days, as she has for years now, and she wonders sometimes in the early morning light if one day the strength she has carved into her bones will not be enough.

“Sakura.” Gaara touches the back of her hand. “Where did you go?”

“Why do you say my name like that?” Sakura demands.

She does not move her hand.

Neither does Gaara.

Gaara watches her for a long moment.

“I don’t—“ He falters for a breath, but steels his jaw, and Sakura is reminded that Gaara is not only growing things kept carefully in greenhouses and in kitchen windowsills, but also the desert storm brewing, the mid afternoon sun blazing overhead, the lightning strike kissing the dunes. He is wearing a t-shirt that he obviously stole from his brother, soft and worn, and, still, Sakura recognizes him as the boy who screamed whole nights for the demon that rode his soul, as a king crowned and bloodied. “I don’t want you to forget who you are, underneath it all. I don’t want you to forget that I see you, underneath it all. You’re my friend.”

Sakura flinches, and reflexively goes to pull her hand to her chest, standing fast enough that her chair topples behind her.

Gaara catches her by the wrist, his thumb flush to her pulse.

“Oh, Sakura, no. Please. Please don’t run. I know I can never keep you, but please don’t run.”

They have never fought and meant it. And Sakura is not one to overestimate her abilities. But she gave up diminishing herself a long time ago. They have never fought with the intention to permanently do harm, and yet they both know who would walk away in the end. (Sakura, equally, is crowned in legacy and blood. Her eyes, too, are green; she is a creature of fire and succession and devouring.) Gaara catches her by the wrist and knows full well he cannot hold her there.

HIs thumb flush to her pulse has Sakura rooted: glass and ozone where sand once danced or a barren lava flow.

“I don’t understand,” Sakura pleads.

Their dishes are mostly clear and the bottle of mezcal is more than half empty.

Gaara’s smile has always been a small and precious thing to tend, to watch grow; as particular as the orchids he loves and even more prone to withering away under the wrong conditions. Sakura has always wanted to pluck each one and press it into a book for safekeeping, all too wary that one day she might not have anything left to her of them but the memories.

Gaara’s fingers around her wrist are warm, and Sakura lets him tug her hand to his chest.

He’s even warmer there, her palm echoing with his heartbeat.

His shirt is as soft as she’s imagined, staring at him in the golden light of the kitchen.

“Sakura,” Gaara manages, helplessly, fond and sad and overflowing with so much they’ve never dared say. “You must know, after all these years. Surely, you must know.”

He bought her cherry covered slippers because he knew they would make her laugh when she was twenty-three and newly invested and feeling more alone than she had ever felt in her life.

Sakura digs her fingers into his shirt, and she thinks she can hear the crackle of the wire that is strung across the distance between their ribs.

Her palm to his heartbeat and his thumb to her pulse.

Gaara’s gaze is as clear and shocking and bright as the mezcal, and he tastes like it, too, when Sakura takes a step around the table so that she can kiss him.

Gaara tilts his head for her easily, her free hand going to his hair, his free hand finding the small of her back.

Sakura’s knee finds space on his chair next to his thigh, and then she’s in his lap and their chests are flush and she suddenly has two hands with which to rake her fingers through his hair, finding a spot behind his ear that makes Gaara hum in the back of his throat.

Gaara kisses her like rain in the desert, and Sakura—in the small part of her mind not currently devoted to cataloguing every inch of his body pressed against hers—wonders what he thinks will bloom in her.

And she is: blooming. She is clear eyed, every touch a shock of brightness lighting her up, the wire taught between their ribs snapped close and electrifying.

Sakura presses herself down into Gaara, and he gives way to her like mountains to glaciers.

The whole world is the two of them caught in the warm light of the kitchen, Sakura fingers tangled in the loose neck of Gaara’s shirt and Gaara’s palms steady against her back, the curve of her shoulder.

“Can I have you,” Gaara asks into the soft space between their mouths as they breathe, “for tonight?”

His eyelashes are painfully blond and Sakura wonders what they’ll feel like against the scars feathered along her stomach.

Sakura wishes she could promise him more than just this night, but her robe is hanging in the hall closet, and she cannot offer anything more: anything more is not hers to give.

“Tell me I can stay,” Sakura orders him.

“Stay,” Gaara begs her. “Let me make you food and grow you flowers and love you. Just stay.”

Sakura kisses him again, biting and clear eyed and resounding.

Gaara’s thumb presses to the pulse thundering in her throat.

“I’m not yours,” Sakura tells him, “I can’t be. But I wish I could belong to you.”

“Let me steal you for tonight,” Gaara begs her. “Let me steal you from Konoha for just one night.”

Sakura kisses him for that.

She would kiss him all night, so that she could make love to him in the dawn creeping through the windows, but they won’t have a morning. Not the two of them.

So, instead, Sakura pulls that stupid fucking shirt over his head, and lets it drop to the ground, drags her blunt nails down his chest, pauses with her palm to his stomach. Gaara gasps like she has gutted him, even has his hands scramble to pull her long skirt up around her waist.

He hisses through bared teeth when he slips his fingers between her thighs, and Sakura’s hips buck reflexively into his touches he presses on her clit through her embarrassingly damp underwear.

“Fuck. Sakura.”

“Yes,” Sakura agrees, “let’s do that.” And she stands so that she can wrench her dress over her head, the colourful caftan forgotten the moment it touches the floor.

Sakura stands in the golden light of Gaara’s kitchen in wearing nothing but her underwear and her desire.

She doesn’t have room to be self-conscious of the blush curving down her bare breasts, too occupied with watching Gaara watch her.

“Why,” Sakura demands, “are your pants so stupid?”

She doesn’t quite remember Gaara standing up, for all that the shock of his palms on her hips, urging her back towards the counter is ringing under her skin. She’s too busy to remember, because she is trying to figure out how his stupid fucking pants come off.

Gaara pulls at her damp scrap of underwear in response, and Sakura steps out of them as Gaara continues to walk her backwards, his hands on her ass boosting her up onto the countertop.

It is not remotely hygienic, but then Gaara is sucking bruises onto her breasts, and Sakura forgets to care.

“Fuck,” she spits out, giving up on his pants and instead slipping her hand down to pinch her own clit. “Fuck!”

Gaara’s hips flex, his cock bumping the back of her hand when he looks down. “Sakura. Fuck.”

“Get your stupid pants off, and yeah—”

He kisses her stupid mouth, kisses her stupid, and then bats her fingers away from her cunt.

Sakura whines against his cheekbone, and Gaara bites at the hinge of her jaw.

“I’ve got you,” he tells her, his lips to the soft skin under her ear. “Can I have you, Sakura?”

Sakura takes his cock in hand in response and tilts her hips so that he slips easily through her folds, head catching for a breathless second, slick and hot and shocking.

Gaara’s fingers press bruises into her hips.

“Sakura,” he chokes out, pleading.

Sakura shifts her grip and tilts the angle of her pelvis, and shivers and the stretch of opening to him.

Gaara holds himself completely still, his breath dammed behind his teeth, and Sakura slowly sinks her weight down, until their hips are flush and his cock is completely sheathed in her.

“Let me forget?” Sakura begs him.

Gaara isn’t a particularly large man, but he fits a hand to the small of her back and the other to her hip, shoulders curving around her, and she feels caught by the force of him.

“You’ll remember this,” Gaara promises her. “This is yours to keep.”

Tonight. The taste of his mouth. The warm kitchen light caught in the soft hollow of his throat, between his collarbones. The sweetness of his fingers on her clit as he fucks into her with purposeful strokes.

But not him.

Sakura kisses him again, and urges his hips faster with her hand to his ass.

Neither of them can keep the other.

So Sakura kisses Gaara like tomorrow is dead and there is only this breath and then the next.

Enough time, and glaciers can reshape the world. But they don’t have time for that. They have time only for this: lightning kissing the sand, and the glass left in the aftermath.

Sakura presses her forehead against Gaara’s, and lets herself believe in the blooming there, amidst all that green.

#GaaSaku #gaasaku-fanfests #2020 GaaSaku Free-for-All #2020 GaaSaku Free-for-All Fanfest #fanfic #mouseymightymarvellous

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OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 19

IN THIS EPISODE OF MURPHY IS SCREAMING, CONSTANTLY, TRAPPED IN THEIR PERFECT NIGHTMARE:

Glynda was saying: “I know we aren’t friends. I know we aren’t partners. I know you’re a criminal. But—I think I can trust you. I think I have to trust you, even if you’ve done awful things before.”

EVERYTHING GOES WRONG BUT LIKE SOMEHOW WORSE THAN EVER? LIKE A WHOLE NEW BRAND OF LOW. LIKE CINDER’S GOT A PICKAXE AND THE CENTRE OF THE PLANET CALLS FOR AID.

IT’S BEEN A WHILE HUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but dw offal hunt, like the rising of the sun, the arrival of winter, and the eventual downfall of capitalism, always returns. so lets go.

(i just quickly reread chapter 18 liveblog to remember what happened and Ah Yes I Remember Now. The Suppressed Memories)

The place was emptier without Glynda. Quieter.

/gunshot oh we’re in danger right out of the gate huh? we got some yearning right out here? right now? how quickly the turn do tables.

Cinder appraised her work, holding the beige coat up to the light and squinting.

man i forgot. i FORGET. how much i just love cinder in this fic. sometimes she kinda zones to the back of my mind where she sits waiting for me to start thinking about her again, but now i remember that this cinder is Peaque. look at her GO, minding her own BUSINESS. im proud of her. does she know i love her.

It didn’t take long to don her new, fire-proofed clothes.

in another world, in a more comical plot, she used asbestos. it didnt go well.

The subtle warmth of the Dust teased tension from Cinder’s stiff muscles, even as she marvelled at the strangeness of her own bedroom’s space. It seemed bigger now than it had the last two nights.

She chose not to dwell on it.

i choose to dwell on it! ME!!!! I CHOOSE TO DWELL ON IT. HEY CINDER WHAT THIS GAY SHIT. hello. ma’am. can we look deeper into this. i, for one, would like to, and i, for one, think its of value to think abt this. that said, small segue

Quietly, Cinder murmured, “I didn’t freak out.”

THE FACT SHE SAYS IT ALOUD LIKE EM AND MERC CAN HEEEEEEAR HEEEEEEEER i am. INFATUATED with this family. cant wait for the 100k spinoff thats basically an elongated beach episode where they go to like. alton towers. or butlins. six flags??? thats a thing in america right??? anyway. beach episode. call me. (wink wink nudge nudge push push shove shove)

We had to stop back in because Merc left his favorite binder, and it was 2 in the morning, so it was easier to crash here for the night than mess with the ship’s autopilot.

them,,, THEM!!!! mercury is just a son and childe. thast it. he canot change this. i love these kids so much i am SHAKING THE MONITOR RN!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAA

Stuck here in one of the homes they’d shared, Cinder missed them terribly. Missed the sound of their voices and the easy comfort of their presence. Finding the time to contact them had been difficult, between managing Glynda and Hati both, but Glynda was gone, and she’d sent Hati onwards to Atlas. She remembered her call with Emerald, before arriving in Umbraroot; she knew it had not soothed her or her fears.

im sorry was this chapter targeted at me, specifically, as a human being on planet earth? GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS FAMILY!!!!!!!!! THIS WONKY OLD BANDAGED UP FAMILY UNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!! i thrive every time they are mentioned on the page. it is a blessing. my succulents grow stronger each time they show up.

“No,” Cinder argued softly, “I had to. Mercury, you deserve to hear it from me as well. I am sorry. And I am promising you: I’ll come back.”

For a long, heart-wrenching moment, he was completely quiet. It was good that Cinder was alone in the apartment; laying herself bare like this would be unbearable with an audience.

GODDDDDDDDDDD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i am OBSESSED WITH THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM GOING TO BE THINKING ABOUT THIS UNTIL I D I E. of all thing the remaster does better than og, this is just. SPEEDING AHEAD. this whole CONFLICT this whole MESS just makes everything so much RICHER its like when u splash some wine in yr fancy food or stick some cinnamon on yr favourite desserts u dont NEED TO but it adds that lil SOMETHING,,, that little KICK that just ties the flavour profile together and in this case ofgughugguhu it just GIVES SO MUCH. im making SNOW ANGELS in the WORDS on the PAGE.

“Mercury. If I could prove it to you, I would. But you have to—trust me. For just a while longer.”

“It’s getting harder,” he said. He didn’t sound like he was lying just to hurt her. That wasn’t spite. That was honest anger. And it made her feel like dirt.

im less picking these for specific instances of like, things i want to say, but more just because bits of this r rly just so /chef kiss. cinder has these.... endearingly (take that whichever way u like) human qualities in OG to rly make u realise she had ties to add to her #Doubt but the remaster is just AMPING it up and u FEEL IT and ive never been more SYMPATHETIC to a round-faced sinnamon bun of assholery and fire id DIE for cinder fall and this is a fact PUT IT ON MY GRAVESTONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Is there anything you need?” What was this? Cinder could barely focus on her words. It felt like... “Anything? At all?”

“We’re fine.”

“Mercury, wait please—” She was losing him. “I think—”

“Just hurry up.”

The line went dead.

this place is not a place of honor.................. no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here........................ nothing valued is here................ IM DYING

Cinder began to type out her response, and that was when the nausea really kicked in.

[...]

She recognized this now.

Glynda.

stress stress stress stress STRESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

There shouldn’t be anybody. Cinder had done everything in her power to cut Glynda from people who would interfere. To isolate her. Make it easier to bring her to Atlas, to the frozen north, to her mother and the machine…

Cinder’s esophagus quivered; furiously, she shut her eyes and thought of nothing.

god cinder don’t remind me that you’re an asshole and dipshit and also a moron im trying to be NICE and CARE ABT YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOP REMINDING ME YOU’RE A PIECE OF SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FOR FIVE MINUTES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The front door clicked open.

Cinder couldn’t have said how much time had passed, only that it had passed slowly. What she did know was that it was Glynda returning, the sensation of boils bursting wafting off her soul. It crawled over Cinder’s flesh. She curled in on herself.

There were mites under every nailbed. Salt in her weeping mouth.

offal hunt’s brilliant use of this horror aspect is something i have tried previously to emulate and here’s a fact, take it from me: that shit is HARD. offal hunt consistently able to whack those real nasty, really Disgusting vibes on the head EVERY TIME is a work of art. i mean, kc and diesel do not fuck around, and therefore i am NOT surprised, but it’s only when u try this shit yourself that you realise: this is hard! this is difficult! it’s a huge testament to how GOOD this fic is in every way. also this whole fucking body horror aspect is something i didnt know this fic needed, but it did, and here we are.

Thickly: “Things were going okay. If you hadn’t gotten nasty, I might have smoothed things over. I could have fixed things with my son.”

with my son

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I CANT TAKE IT EVERY TIME ITS TOO MUCH FOR TO BEAR I CANNOT HANDLE IT I CANNOT STAND IT ITS LIKE BEING SHOT JUST DIRECTLY IN MY DICK

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

im like sweating rn

Glynda said, “I’m scared.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to tell you.”

I SAID IM SWEATING

Glynda asked, “Are you lying to me?”

And Cinder said, “What?”

“About me. About Witches. About Ozpin—” Cinder’s guts went sour. “—About anything. I need to know if I can trust you.”

I SAID I! AM! S W E A T I N G

“I know you’ve lied to people. Hurt people.”

Adrenaline and the image of her kids’ faces behind her eyes made a potent, sick cocktail. “—Not. Now.”

so lets like double back to when i said hey was this chapter written to target me specifically and as it turns out, yes. yes it was. yes it was and as MUCH AS I AM LIVING FOR THIS MOMENT THIS SWEET BUILDUP THE EXPLOSION AND THE CRATER IT ALL LEAVES BEHIND

so this next bit is like. i cant really quote one section but as i was saying in Vague DMs, this whole bit feels like wading through mud. usually if you say something consumes energy to Read it’s in a Bad Way when yr bored but this is more like. you Feel cinder all over everything feels so sluggish and it’s like dragging your own corpse around as you try and leave and you’re TIRED and your LEGS HURT and you’re kinda thinking god what if i just fell face down for just a moment of my LIFE.

The putrid weight of Glynda’s soul filled the room until there was no space left for her.

it’s like being trapped in a sauna, like getting stuck in a humid waiting room. where do you GO. what do you DO. god this whole section is fantastic and offal hunt NEVER fails to fucking nail the Vibes but reading it is HARD. i literally keep having to stop and breathe like ive been holding my breath. jesus h christ.

a small intermission for a mood:

“Get fucked.”

back to regularly scheduled hell

Out of the bedroom. Down the hall. The walls were sweating with heat. She tasted smoke.

i love that i just said how i feel like im trapped in a sauna and it turns out: thats because me and cinder both, baybee!!!! hahahaha help

Glynda’s soul chewed her to the marrow. “Move, Glynda.”

cinder being hunted at the start of this fic: teehee! im running away! now im gonna getcha! heehee! arent i clever :) cinder being hunted now: this uh. this blows, actually,

Cinder’s pulse roared in her ears. Her hands twitched. She smelled Ochre Brown’s round face melting off. His wide smile shattered with each of his teeth, going black and popping like corn.

this chapter is probably my favourite so far for this blending of so many elements. i cant even begin to like. THINK STRAIGHT about how all of this is tying together. the lore. the THEMATICS. like i said this character rly is just Rich with what og lacked and oh is it RICH. im gonna read this chapter in future and see so much that i know ive already missed. holy shit.

“Ms. Fall,” she said. “The White Fang requires your presence immediately.”

NOT NOW

Cinder stood there looking at it for a moment. Her thoughts were slow. Copper-tinged. Something small and indulgent whispered to her through the blood-fog.

It was obvious enough what would happen if she got into this car. The driver would take her to a secluded place, where she would be ambushed by a squadron of battle-hungry White Fang grunts.

They’d try to take her down. And she was a killer, wasn’t she? Ochre Brown wailed in her ears with every thump of her runaway heart. Her hands itched for action; her teeth, for blood.

She’d burn them black.

never mind! you are already dead,

She thought about Glynda. About her saying that if there was trouble with the Fang, she wanted to come. That she would fight for Cinder.

She thought of Glynda’s question: What aren’t you telling me about Ochre Brown?

Yeah, fuck that.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!! WHAT A CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!!!!! WHAT A MOMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!! MORE MOMENTOUSLY: WHAT A CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this is EASILY my favourite chapter so far. EASILY. everything about this was peak offal. the relationships. the dynamics. the dialogue. the vibes. the Grossness. the fighting. the EVERYTHING. this is some other level and its BITCHIN. PEAK. that said im now very tired. im going to have a cup of tea and Consider Things for a few hours. brb.

#liveblog #rwby #offal hunt

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headfullofstories · 4 years

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Truly Monstrous Luck - part 3

Eventually Yvonne comes and finds me as I’m sitting in a greenhouse looking at flowers. I’ve managed to get a small swarm of butterflies perched on my arms, and I hold them steady as I look at a bed full of lilies and hydrangeas.

“You look like a dryad right now.” Yvonne states as she stands in the doorway watching me. I turn to look at her and stir a few butterflies that were resting in my hair. “Usually they don’t really gravitate towards the undead this much, but they seem to really like you.”

I smile at her, then go back to studying the flowers, counting the petals on the clusters of hydrangea blooms. “Do we need to leave?” I ask her after a moment, “I don’t want to disrupt all of them.”

“I think if you stay here any longer they’ll follow you out of here.” She chuckles, and I smile a little wider at that. “But seriously, we need to get you settled for as long as you’re going to be here.”

I nod solemnly, mutter a quick apology to the butterflies gathered on my person, then shake my arms gently to get them all off as I stand up. I brush a quick hand through my hair and jostle my backpack as well, trying to be as gentle as possible as I make sure I’m not going to be taking any hitchhikers with me when I leave. I give one last twirl before running over to the door where Yvonne’s waiting. I give her a thumbs up as I run up to her, and she begins leading us back down through the winding halls of the castle.

“How long were you down here?” She inquires after a minute or so of walking in silence.

“A couple hours.” I reply. “I liked how colorful everything was. I used to keep succulents back when I lived with my parents, but when I ran away I couldn’t take them with… and I haven’t had the time or money to buy any new ones since we came here.”

She gives a sympathetic nod, and lets out a deep sigh. “When did you leave, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“When I was 16.” I answer with no hesitation.

“Fuck, you’ve really had a rough go of it.” She mutters, running a hand over her hair, which is pulled into a tight dutch braid. “I can’t even imagine going off on my own that young.”

“I wasn’t completely alone,” I clarify. “My brother and I came here together. He’s 2 years older than me.”

“Oh yeah, that’s whose house you were going to this morning, right?”

“Yep.”

“Are you gonna head over there tomorrow?”

“Probably, but I think I’m gonna stay here. It’s nice.”

Her expression shifts from one of mild worry to one of happiness. “That’s good. Not… that I don’t think you should be with your family, but there are a lot of bad people in New York, and it can be extra dangerous for fledgling vampires. Lots of people who want kids like you dead for good.”

Well, guess I can’t blame them. “That’s good to know.” I mutter. “I’ll keep that in mind for tomorrow.”

She nods, then asks, “did you meet anyone on your way to the greenhouse?”

“Yeah, I accidentally bumped into someone up by the common room. I think he said his name is Adrian.”

“Adrian’s a pretty good kid.” She remarks. “He doesn’t know how to keep his thoughts to himself, though. He off-puts a lot of new people, gets in a lot of trouble.”

“He seemed mean.” I grumble, “He asked if I got turned because I was selling my blood to rogue vampires. He apologized, though, and he said he understood if I never want to talk to him again. I said I'll think about it.”

"Give him another chance." She suggests. "If he does it again you can avoid him for the rest of time, but more often than not his first impressions are a bad representation of who he is."

I give her a thumbs up, and we fall into silence. I start fidgeting with my backpack straps and re-examining all of the candelabras to avoid getting trapped by my own thoughts.

After ten or so minutes of walking down somewhat familiar corridors, we make a turn off of the route I took getting to the greenhouse. The doors here are a lot more uniformly spaced out, some with little name plates on the doors, most with numbers. Apartments?

We walk about halfway down the hallway before Yvonne stops in front of a door with a number and an empty name plate.

“This room is empty right now.” She says as she turns to face me. “You can stay here as long as you want, and… here’s… your… key!” She digs around her pockets for a moment as she speaks, grabbing out a small key and dropping it into my hands. I give her a little bow and unlock the door, which swings inward as soon as I turn the doorknob. The room has a kitchenette on one side and a bed on the other side, with a door to what I assume is a bathroom right in the entryway. Overall, it gives me hotel room vibes, from the few times I’ve stayed in hotels since Justin and I moved here.

“This is so much nicer than my old apartment.” I mutter under my breath.

“There’s a bag with extra sheets under the bed, there’s a few outlets around the room…” she points around the space, looking like she’s probably going through a mental checklist of room features, “and there’s a landline and a directory to everyone’s phone numbers, so call if you need anything. I’m pretty sure Arthur wants to talk to you tomorrow, too.”

I give her another small bow and mutter a quick ‘thank you,’ and she closes the door behind her. Once she’s gone, I immediately walk over to the bed, dropping my backpack on the ground next to it and falling face-first onto the pristine white sheets. Fuck, this is really soft. I almost forgot what high quality mattresses felt to lay on. I pull out my phone to check the time and see if I have any texts from Justin. I glance over my home screen then open the messages app, before realizing I didn’t actually read the time. I grumble, going back to the homescreen, not remembering that I could’ve pulled down the drop-down menu. But finally, I get the time - 7:35PM. Fuck, I’m way too tired for how early it is. Even after I passed out for 2 hours earlier, I’m exhausted. I most fall asleep right then and there, but I catch myself after I remember to plug my phone in and actually check to see if I have any texts. After opening the messaging app for the second time, I can see that I have 1 text from Justin - one of his daily check-ins. It reads, “Hey, got a call from your job. You got fired?”

I take a few deep breaths in before responding. “Yeah, got evicted this morning too. Found a place to stay, good to come visit tomorrow?”

It’s a few minutes before I get a response. “Sure you’re safe? Yeah, you can come over. No work tomorrow, free all day.”

I smile at the familiarity of talking to him. “Yeah, sure I’m safe. See you tomorrow.”

I turn off my phone, digging my charger out of my bag and looking around for an outlet, which only takes about ten seconds. I plug it in and set it on the counter in the kitchenette, then walk back over to the bed and change into my other set of clothes. I set the dirty clothes in a corner - I’ll ask if there’s anywhere to do laundry tomorrow. I look around for a moment, trying to determine whether or not I forgot anything, and when I’m largely confident I haven’t forgotten anything, I flop into bed and fall asleep.

Usually I don’t dream - I haven’t had a memorable dream in years - but I guess dying leaves you having nightmares. All night my mind is plagued with images of the man that bit me, eyes red and full of malice as he stares into my soul, wicked smile plastered across his face, fangs elongated. He grabs my throat, nails digging into me skin, and as he goes to bite me he whispers in my ear that I deserved this, that this is my punishment for being a burden on everyone around me, for wishing I was dead when I was younger, for being selfish and lazy and never finishing school; then he plunges his fangs into my neck and it feels like I’ve been stabbed, a million times more painful than the actual thing, and it feels like my blood is boiling in my veins.

I bolt up in bed, and it feels like my skin is on fire. My neck is burning where the bite mark is, and I’m covered in sweat. It’s completely dark in the room, no windows to indicate what time of day it is, but it doesn’t inhibit my vision at all. I get up and stumble towards the counter where my phone is plugged in to check the time - 2:21AM. I put my phone in my pocket, then dig my journal out of my backpack and begin to organize my thoughts on the past 24 hours.

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! DEAR BROTHER, HOW I HATE THEE /// BUCKY BARNES x READER

╰❂╮ prompt ╰❂╮ You’re Tony Stark’s secretary, and also his sister, but there’s this one thing you can’t let him find out: your crush on the newest addition to the Avengers team, James Buchanan Barnes. ╰❂╮ author’s note ╰❂╮ I’m finally getting around to trying out new fandoms. Hope you guys like this; if you do, pls tell me, because I feel like it’s garbage and I’m sorry if it sucks D: Love you guys btw! Send some positivity my way pls, I’m going through some shitty times with rlly toxic people and it’s a struggle to get out of friendships with people you’ve known since childhood. AS ANOTHER SIDE NOTE, if you want tagged in future Avengers imagines, shoot me a message or just comment bc yoooo, I’ll totally do it. And rememberrrr, my inbox is open! And I’m always looking for fresh ideas for my imagines :))) ╰❂╮ warnings ╰❂╮ Swearing, Fluff ╰❂╮ word count ╰❂╮ 3869

If there was one thing you absolutely hated about your brother—not counting his oversized ego—it’d be his habit of meddling in your affairs. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t hide secrets from Anthony Stark. It just didn’t work that way, especially with all the security cameras and the blabber-mouthed Avengers that littered the Tower.

But there was this one secret that, if gotten out, and if exposed to the male members of the team, you’d probably move to Alaska.

You had the biggest, fattest, most obviously obvious crush on the Avengers’ new recruit, Bucky Barnes.

Truth be told, if it were up to you, you wouldn’t be enduring the phases of a crush. You didn’t want to be infatuated with someone who probably cared more for succulents than they did for you. The butterflies, the stomach cramps, the anxiety, the sweaty palms; you were certain Bucky noticed your behavior around him, and he probably found it uncomfortable, and it most certainly made him avoid you, but what were you supposed to do? Stay rooted in your office all day? That was not a plan you felt obligated to disclose—especially not to your crazy-ass brother. If it was up to Tony, he would have locked you in your office by now; if he ever caught you, his puny little sister, attempting to join in on field combat again, he’d probably have a heart attack. And Pepper would have your head.

Well, maybe not. Pepper liked you. But that was liable to change if you killed her boyfriend. And Tony would turn you into Rapunzel if you kept trying to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent when you were a freakin’ secretary.

That’s one reason why you couldn’t share your latest fancy with your brother. With all the history of Bucky being the Winter Soldier, and you always getting into trouble that’d always wind up with you sustaining some sort of injury, he’d worry himself into early sickness. You told Tony everything, only starting with the trend of raw honesty after Tony revealed that he had cameras out in the hall from your room and basically knew everything you’d ever done wrong, but this was just something he’d try and sabotage in any possible way he could.

However, that didn’t mean you couldn’t tell other people. It just had to be outside of hearing range for the Tower. That’s what had you and Wanda Maximoff at a café around the corner from Stark Tower. A populated place that was nowhere near Tony and his rampant, exaggerative mind.

“Oh my gosh, Wanda,” you groaned into the table, barely managing to thank the waitress as she deposited your and Wanda’s coffees and blueberry muffins in between the two of you. You peeked up, giving Wanda your best I’m-dying eyes, fit with half-slanted eyelids and creased corners. “He’s just so handsome… I can’t be normal around him. Like, how do you be normal around cute boys?”

Wanda pursed her lips. She had taken a dainty sip of her mocha latte through your rant, and was only just putting it down when you turned your pleading gaze to her. “Well,” she said slowly, “I do not think I am the best person to approach with this information. Neither Natasha. Do you have any secretary friends you can talk to about this?”

Your eyes turned withering. You regarded your coffee and muffin as irrelevant, pausing only for a moment to take in the delectable blueberries bursting out of the muffin-skin, before you raised your head to its full height. “You and Natasha are the only people I talk to,” you said. You sounded whiney, but you were freaking out about this, so honestly, you didn’t care. You jutted out your bottom lip, thinking a pout could win her over, and evoke from her advice. “Please?”

A pause. Then Wanda finally sighed. “If you really want a relationship out of this, then you should approach him with your feelings,” she told you. “Feelings are no good when they stay just that: feelings.”

“That’s true,” you said. You took a bite out of your muffin, nearly turning into goo at the scrumptious taste. “He’s just so… stoic. And he hardly smiles, or laughs. Sometimes I don’t know if he wants to kill me, feels nothing for me, or finds me likable. I mean, I hope it’s the latter, but let’s face it; the only person he truly likes in that tower is Steve, and on rare occasions, he even enjoys Natasha’s company. I’m just… a background nuisance.”

“No, you are not.” Wanda shook her head at you. She took her hands from her coffee cup, moving them out so she could place them on your own hands. She gave you a stern, motherly look. “You must get to know him better. Try your hand at being his friend, and then, see where the road takes you. You will do nothing for yourself if you continue to mope.”

You nodded frantically. “Yeah, yeah—that’s a great idea—but, wait…” You sighed. “What do I do about Tony?”

Wanda rolled her eyes. “Pay him no mind,” she said, pulling away a hand to wave it dismissively in the air. “You’re a grown woman. He does not own you. Unless you are a product of Stark Industries, and you are no human, but a robot in disguise. Are you?”

“No…”

“There you have it, then. Talk to Bucky, and see where he stands.” She leaned back in the booth seat, taking a long sip of her coffee. You proceeded to do the same.

Maybe she was right… You did need to start getting to know Bucky better. And you needed to stop letting Tony influence and dictate your life. After all, Bucky was only a man, and if he was as truly stoic as you thought he was, then your feelings would be one-sided and Tony would get his wish: you, single forever, an eternal bachelorette.

You were making breakfast in the kitchen Tony had on the Avengers floor (as well as the floor you stayed in, when you weren’t at your apartment in the city), clad in Hello Kitty pajamas, when you had your first encounter of the week with Bucky. You were humming to an old 80’s song, stirring pasta, and there came a deep, throaty chuckle, then his husky voice as he said, “Is that Billie Jean?”

You jumped, a sharp squeak leaving you. A flush lit you up from head to toe, and if it wasn’t Bucky—if it was another Avenger, someone you were comfortable enough around to be yourself—you might have broken into a fit of, “Oh my god, oh my god”’s. However, just your luck, it was Bucky who graced you with his presence, seeing you in your pajamas, watching you as you jammed out to imaginary Michael Jackson records. This was downright embarrassing.

You slowly turned to look at him. You fought back the even redder shade of blush that was struggling its way up your throat, choosing (from a multitude of other embarrassing ways to act around Bucky) to smile nervously and teeter-tot on your heels. If the symptoms of your crush were going to burn you alive, you might as well smile through the death and destruction. Bucky began to look expectant when you merely stood there and smiled at him, which made you remember you hadn’t yet replied to him. “Oh, u-um, yeah!” you said, through such a high pitch, that you internally face-palmed. Way to give yourself away, dumbass. “I was just…”

“Dancing?” Bucky raised an eyebrow. A smirk was beginning to twitch at his lips, fighting to make its debut appearance. “That’s a bit of a safety hazard when cooking, doll.”

Doll? Did he just call me doll? That deep-red shade you were trying to fight off your face… You were now a goner to your body’s dysfunctions. You flushed deeply, and your smile turned into a clumsy line that revealed just how much strength you had in the face of a handsome, well-mannered man, meaning zero. “There’s a reason why Tony keeps me locked up in the office all day,” you said, with an unsure laugh. “He says I make a habit of hurting myself when I’m alone. Apparently, I’m a trouble magnet!”

Bucky’s eyebrows raised, and he no longer tried hiding his smirk. He looked amused. “Clearly,” he murmured.

“Well, uh—” You stopped talking. You really didn’t know where you were heading with that. The curious look on his face, though, made you take a deep breath and say, “Shouldn’t you be at training?”

Bucky’s eyes turned wide, and his smirk disappeared. He put a nervous hand on his neck, scratching at it—like this was a question he really didn’t want to answer. “Well, uh—” he parroted, looking just as jumpy as you had felt when you, too, had uttered the words. “I just wanted—I, well… I thought you might want some company.”

You blinked. You hadn’t expected that. “Well… I could always use someone to talk to while I cook.” Your expression considerably brighter, you turned back to your pasta—which had almost burned while you were busy talking to Bucky.

A loud scrapping sound told you Bucky had sat down, and the prickling sensation on your neck told you that he was staring. After about three minutes of you moving the pasta off the burner and putting together a marinara sauce, you decided to say something. You said over your shoulder, “So, you like Michael Jackson?”

Bucky said, “Yes.” A simple answer.

“I do too,” you replied, a smile on your face as you put the marinara sauce in a pan to heat. You turned to him. “Would you want to eat with me?” At the startled expression on his face, you backtracked, a sense of panic welling up in you— “Wait, uh—only if you want to—”

“Sure,” said Bucky, reverting you back to your normal, albeit fidgety, state. “Pasta’s nice.”

“Oh.” You blinked. You weren’t expecting that answer. “Okay, cool!” The raised eyebrow he shot you at the amount of pent-up excitement in your tone made you feel a tad bit abashed, but what did that matter—you were having dinner with James Buchanan Barnes.

You couldn’t stop smiling all throughout dinner, so distracted by your conversations with Bucky (and the astonishing fact that he was smiling and laughing with you, two elements of a human’s behavioral personality, which he apparently lacked, that caused you to think he disliked you) that you forgot one teeny, tiny detail about Stark Tower…

Tony cornered you the next morning, nearly sloshing your coffee all down your shirt in his haste to get to you. “You couldn’t have picked a worse person to deflower you, huh?”

You stopped walking. What the hell? “Did you really just say ‘deflower’? What are you—fifty?”

“Better than being in my 90s,” Tony said snidely, an obvious reference you weren’t automatically getting, before grabbing your arm. He ignored your look of annoyance and pulled you to in front of him. “That tin-armed hand-me-down is still in the works about becoming normal, Y/N/N. One little snap, and you could be killed. You understand that?”

“What—are you talking about Bucky?” At Tony’s deadpan expression, you had to let out a sigh; of course he saw. Of course! He had cameras in every stinkin’ crevice of this damned Tower. “Tony… there’s nothing going on between us.” Well, you wished there was, but he didn’t need to know that. “And besides, Bucky is a person. Stop talking about him like he isn’t.”

Tony rubbed a hand over his face in exasperation. “Bucky is a person… He’s got you brainwashed, or infatuated, because all I see is a man who murdered our damn parents, Y/N.”

You pushed him off of you. “That wasn’t him,” you snapped. “He wasn’t in control of himself. If you want to blame anyone, blame Hydra. Stop being a dickhead about it.”

Tony’s eyes darkened. He went to say something, but he must have thought better of it because he merely shook his head, then briskly walked back down the hallway. When you got to your office, you couldn’t help the long, angry screech that left you in the safety of your personal four walls; if there was anyone who could frustrate you most in this world, it was your brother.

Taking long and well-thought measures to avoid someone usually resulted in you avoiding other people, too. Which included all of the Avengers. It wasn’t that much of a surprise when a knock on your office door sounded before Natasha was waltzing right in, a look of pure anger on her face.

“Why are you avoiding us?” she said brusquely, barely paying your deer-in-headlights expression any attention as she plopped down on the meeting chair placed in front of your desk.

“I’m avoiding Tony.”

Natasha breathed out a scoff, then began to laugh. “He lives here, Y/N. How exactly did you think you were going to avoid him? Avoid us?”

She had got you there. Your expression fell into a thin line teetering on the edge of shame, barely concealing your embarrassment. “I know… but he—”

Natasha threw up a dismissive hand. “Whatever he did to you, it can’t be bad enough a reason for you to avoid everyone and lock yourself up in this tiny little prison you call an ‘office.’” She snorted. “Barnes is worried.”

You were beginning to look away, not able to meet Natasha’s eyes while she was busy chastising you, but her final words caught your attention. You immediately turned to look at her. “Wait—what?”

There was that meddling look that Tony was always giving you. Befit with a raised brow and hollowed-out cheeks, Natasha smirked. “Barnes. He’s worried about you. He’s the one who asked me to come check on you. He said Tony probably locked you up to keep you out of trouble.”

Wow. I didn’t think Bucky cared enough to do that. Maybe there was a lot of things you didn’t know about Bucky. You pursed your lips, then said—“You can tell him I’m fine.”

Natasha got this look on her face, before she was tilting her face towards the door leading to your office. “Why don’t you tell him yourself?”

Before you could ask what she meant by that, the door to your office was pushing open, and Bucky stuck his head out from between the frame. His frown seemed bashful, and he didn’t meet your gaze head-on. “Hey, doll. Can I come in?”

Doll. Again. You ignored Natasha’s knowing stare when you replied, “Oh, y-yeah—of course.”

“Guess I’ll be off,” Natasha said loudly, rising from the office chair. She sent you a wink. “I’ll get Tony to lay off with the brotherly love.” She smirked.

You waved her off awkwardly, biting hard on your lip as she passed Bucky and shot him a wicked, cheeky grin. Bucky mumbled a few choice words, shoving at her shoulder; he certainly seemed embarrassed by whatever implications were in her expression.

When Bucky was out of the door’s range, and Natasha’s clacking heels were no longer heard above the ventilation, the two of you sat in a still, awkward silence. You were twiddling with your fingers, and Bucky was staring at his feet, both of you too introverted and shy to really speak the first words. However, in the midst of your frantic thoughts (Oh God, what do I say, what do I do, is he mad at me? Did I do something wrong?) you didn’t notice Bucky look up from his boots, or see him sink into the same chair that Natasha had only been occupying moments before. He looked at you for a long moment, and only when the hair-raising feeling that accompanied people’s centered gazes intensified did you finally look up.

“Oh,” you said dumbly. “Hi.”

Bucky’s lips twitched. The barest hint of a smile crawled onto his lips. “Hi.”

You didn’t know what to say. Neither did Bucky, it seemed. This was extremely awkward, and you wondered why Natasha had to leave when she knew the two of you were the quietest members of the Tower; conversations were difficult to uphold when Bucky was silent most of the time and simplistic in his rare answers, and you always stopped before you could begin when it came to speaking.

However, you must have misjudged Bucky for being defiant in his silence. He slowly crossed his arms, continuing to stare into your eyes, before saying, “Did Tony do something?”

Your mouth fell agape before you were gathering your senses. Don’t be such an open book, idiot. “He said some things I didn’t like,” you said finally. “So we’re not on speaking terms, at the moment.”

Bucky’s face brightened, then dulled. Like he was wanting a different answer. Like he knew exactly what you were talking about. “Ah,” he said. “Does the word ‘deflower’ really bother you that much?”

Oh, shit. Did he—? “Wait.” Your reply was slow, calculated. “Did you overhear our conversation?”

Bucky nodded.

You sighed. Well, he must think I’m obsessed with him or something, defending him like I’m his girlfriend. “Tony’s… an asshole. I’m sorry he said the things he did.” There, that sounded friendly enough. You didn’t want to come off as a fangirl.

Bucky just shook his head, looking determined. And like he didn’t really care about Tony, and his wonderful way with words. Bucky leaned forward, propping his crossed arms on your desk. He was close enough for you to smell his cologne, and close enough that your gaze immediately flickered towards his lips. “You said there’s nothing going on between us… What if I said there is something?”

This conversation was heading in a direction you were not anticipating. Your jaw fell open again, eyes going wide with shock. “W-What?”

Bucky stared at you. He seemed less confident now, with your expression of bewilderment so blatant. He started leaning back into his chair. “I’m sorry—was that too forward?”

Now, you were dubious. Why wasn’t he referencing all the fangirl moments you’d have around him? Was he just oblivious? Since it appeared like he was embarrassed, for lack of a better word, you began to push forward in your seat; you latched a hand around his flesh arm. “N-No!” you shouted, before quieting, a blush on your face. “No… I just didn’t expect you to think that way about me, is all.”

Bucky was the one to look dubious now. “I thought I was obvious about it.”

“No, if anyone was obvious, it was me.” You laughed and shook your head. “Always giggling around you, and stuttering. And don’t get me started on the blushing. It’s like you’ve turned me into a schoolgirl again.”

Bucky’s handsome face lit up with a smile. Not a smirk—a smile. It made your stomach do flips. “I guess I just didn’t think someone like you would like someone like me. I’m surprised… I even came up here. I was actually going to your office to ask you out on a date when… you and your brother talked, but when you said there was nothing going on, I just thought… And then you were avoiding Stark, which made me think maybe, you were lying, and maybe his words made you more angry than I thought.”

That was the most Bucky had ever said to you. Maybe even around anyone in this Tower, including Steve—which made you feel smug inside. You smiled at him, and reached out a hand to lay gently on his jaw. “Well, you’re here now,” you told him softly.

He smiled back at you. “Yeah. I am.” He cupped the back of your neck with his human hand and pulled you into a swooping kiss.

You were shocked—completely shocked—by the amount of butterflies that lit up in your belly at the sensation of Bucky’s lips on yours. You thought the movies and books were lying when they said kissing was like a Fourth of July show. He tasted like coffee—black, no creamer and no sugar, the same way you liked your own coffee—and he smelled even more heavenly, making you nestle closer as the grip tightened on the hair at your nape. His lips grew harder against your own, moving passionately (as though both were pieces to the same puzzle) and it made you feel light, like you were airborne, the way he tasted and felt.

So caught in this amazing feeling, you didn’t hear the door open. But you did hear the outraged noises that left whoever it was that barged in.

“What the hell, Y/N?! Does this look like nothing to you?” your brother yelped, seeming completely bewildered by the sight of you and Bucky locked in a kiss.

You pulled away, wracked with a sense of smugness at the deprived sound that left Bucky’s throat. You gave him a soft smile before moving your chair sideways to take a peek at the door. Tony was there, mouth fully popped open, pointing a finger between you and Bucky, like he was in utter disbelief; you were sure in that empty brain of his, he was praying for this to be nothing but a vicious nightmare, his greatest worries coming true.

How sad it’d be when he woke up tomorrow morning to find that this was a reality, a reality not going anywhere anytime soon.

You left your hand on top of Bucky’s as you said, “You know, Tony, it’s kind of rude to barge into a room without knocking first.”

Tony spluttered, and gaped, raising an angry finger. Similar to how he acted when you called him a dickhead. “I’ll have you know—”

“You own this place, you can do anything you want, you’re the great Tony Stark—blah, blah, blah.” You caught the amused smirk on Bucky’s face. And a startled look. He was probably confused about your banter with Tony; you could be talkative to people you really cared about, but the shyness came out in front of strangers and groups. You threw Tony a frown. “Listen, Tony—I get that you think you have some sort of sibling protection rules you live religiously by, but let’s be a little bit more lenient about my dating life… Okay? Okay. Now please—get out and go gossip to the Avengers about me. I know you really want to.”

An outraged look appeared on Tony’s face. “Don’t think this is over!” he said angrily, before he was sweeping out of your office; there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he was heading to the Avengers to mope and ask for advice on how to sabotage your relationship.

You sighed, looking back at Bucky. He was already looking at you, and he was smirking. “Dating, huh?” he said, sounding pleased.

You swatted at him playfully; now that you knew he didn’t hate you, it was much easier to be comfortable with him. “Oh, shut up and kiss me.”

And he did.

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leboutique-lily · 4 years

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OMG PLEASE A NAMJOON SMUT BEING EACH OTHERS FIRST TIME ON YOUR DATING ANNIVERSARY 🥺🥺💜💜 THANKS!!

Hey my little flower! I'm so so so so so so sorry it took me this long to answer. Work is coming for my neck.

To make it up, I've wrote an awfully amount for you. Hope you like it and that that's what you mean in your request. If it wasn't, I can rewrite it!

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Some things were about to change and pretty soon, for two reasons:

One, it has been six months that you have found the giant boy you call a boyfriend now.

Two, you guys were finally getting some woo woo time - no, wait, let's put it in a more pretty way - You two had decided to love each other in every way possible, completely. There... better.

Anyway, the things between you two were getting more concrete, more tangible, the security feeling taking place in both of you and opening new ways in your relationship. Namjoon was not here to fool aroud, neither were you. The sex topic entered the never ending talks that could go all night long, but with no pressure.

In that night came to light that, experience was not something you guys had in your package and you know what... it was completely fine. Although you keeped wondering in your head - how that so freaking handsome man could not had some action - but again, you tought it was very good for him that he only did what he felt like it. Just like you.

All the while his mind was in the same path of thoughts, but kind thrilled that he would swipe his pretty girl world. It was almost a silent agreement that when you both felt like it, it could happen, no pressure.

This conversation was weeks ago, things after that started to get more... heated. The make out sessions getting more feverish, hands wondering more... Namjoon still perfectly respectful, never forcing your limits, and you his. But the desire was more present, that want growing more and more, invading even your dreams. Do you know what it feels like to wake up in a fuss all hot and bothered? Yeah, not very nice. You don't live in a cave, you know how it works, but your own abilities were not working that well anymore...

So at the prospect of your six months anniversary coming, you though... well, maybe we could take a little - big - step and.. you know. Spice a little - a lot.

Yeah, that sounds good!

Hes coming for lunch, so time to give your boy some news.

The door opening interrupts your working thoughts and a handsome as hell boy enters your vision, bringing a content smile to your face and warmth to your heart.

Turning the heat off, you both take the food to the little center table and eat in the couch. TV on, you press play on your Netflix paused Ju-On.

"Hey beautiful girl, how you doing? - wow that smell is amazing, is this Bulgogi? -" His mouth already salivating from your home made korean lunch specialty, made just for him. He lower his head to connect his lips to yours in a sweet peck.

"Hey baby, finishing our lunch! - you answer, smiling with your face in his neck, you love that little spot below his jaw, that's your spot - and you? Went everything okay with the thesis?"

His arms circling you, keeping you close to him, what's more then completely fine for you. "Yeah, finally its over. That thing was stressing me out so much, but it was worth it... Now I just need to destress. I can finally relax".

Hm... Hmmm. Okay, that must be a sign, you're gonna act on that. Destress.

Joon getting scared at the girl on the closet, poor thing almost spilled the juice out.

Okay, he's cleaning the juice from his chin, maybe now it's a good time.

"Baby.." you say, fanning interest in the lady on the telly.

"Yes sweetheart?" He looks up at you, expectantly.

"You said you need to destress right..? Our anniversary is in a few days, we could... go out for dinner and maybe.." you voice dying in a whisper. You see, there was no pressure, but that didn't meant that there was no nervousness.

You keeped looking in those warm brown eyes and... and that's it, you just keeped looking at them. Not a single word out, no no.

"Maybe what sweetheart?" His voice calm, eyes feating yours and his browns furrowing at your anxious expression.

He notices your non functional state and get closer to you.

"Babygirl... are you okay? You can tell me anything you want, you know that right?"

Your mind stopped at the "babygirl". That sneaky little word could disturb your balance in a snap of fingers. And it did. Your reaction not going unnoticed by Namjoon, he was always tunned with you, a little smile curling up on the corner of his lips. He wants to do it again.

His finger guiding your chin, your eyes on him now. It's incredible how a simple thing as looking at him can give you a wave of giddiness.

"Babygirl..." - that's all it takes for you to avoid his eyes,and he's smirking now, fully, freely - "Nu-uh... look at me. Eyes on me baby"

"I want.. we could... we could go further in the.. - take a breath woman, get yourself together- We could stay together, like.. if you're okay with it and.."

"Tell me baby, what do you want?" His voice serene, the smirk mixing with the adoration he feels for you.

He's smiling at your shyness and your nervousness, you're so adorable.

"Sex. We could have sex baby? That's it?"

His amusement all over his face, he loves seeing you like this, he lives for the blushing checks. He would be flushed too if he wasn't so entranced by your figure now.

Somehow you ease his nerves like this, strange right?

How can he voice this so easy, you don't know. You're dying here. "Y-yeah... maybe, if you want too, hm.."

You're melting there and he's smiling at you as if you were the most amazing thing he saw that day.

"Of course I would want to babygirl. I do want to. I'm glad you feel secure like this with me." His thumb carising your checks now, his eyes full of love and a hint of lust that he's trying to keep down right now.

"Good.. that's good. I want you too, I'm hap- he's kissing you before you can finish your sentence, his lips smiling in the kiss, lingering in your receptive mouth.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I couldn't resist. You're just so cute." His dimples coming out to play with your weak heart.

"Hey! I'm not cute! I'm an grown ass woman."

"Yes, you are - he gives one more kiss on your lips - and you're also my cute babygirl."

"Okay.." Here we go again...

Today was gonna be the day.

The day of your anniversary finally here, after that little moment a few days ago, Namjoon was his gentlemanly self, as always, just keeping at bay the excitement/nervousness in his little heart at the tought of what was in the plans. You, you just hoped that nothing wrong would come up.

You're now standing in your bed, trying to decide which set of lingerie you should use, you're inexperienced and slightly in panic, but you want to look pretty for him, for yourself too.

A delicate deep purple lace set or a light blue one. You know what... the deep purple because the color looks beautiful in your soft skin and you feel nice in it.

Ok... now your summer dress, in your favorite color flowing down your legs and stoping in your mid tights, a pair of heels and a light make up. You're doing your hair in pretty waves when Namjoon arrives, you not even noticing, being engrossed on your last touches on the look. Namjoon walks in, not seeing you in the living room he goes to your room, finding you in your bathroom, brushing the luxurious waves on your hair. A smile automatically appears on his lips, you're unaware of his presence and he wants to keep it this way for a little bit more, admiring your lovely figure, that beautiful dress he loves on you, your hair begging for his hands to thread them self's in- wait, maybe his hands are the ones begging, not your hair - but anyway, you look stunning, just breath taking... his beautiful girl, his heart swell with contentment knowing that he is yours and you're his.

"Exquisite.." he breaths out, standing in your room with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his lips.

You turn with a gasp, not aware of his presence, your hand immediately going to your heart first for the startle and secondly because your boyfriend is on a slim black suit, no tie today but the two first buttons of his shirt open, a nice pair of shoes and his hair parted with some pieces falling in his forehead. He's the epitome of beauty and you can't help but admire every centimeter of him.

"...Baby?" Your hear his embarrassed giggle, when your eyes set on his face you see the blush that formed in his pretty cheeks.

"What? You can ogle me, but I can't do the same? You look really handsome baby, I can't help it" you take your fun in it, payback for the last time he got you like this too.

"Well... - you hear his steps coming yo you - I can't help it either, your the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." His now behind you, his arms in a back hug on your waist and his nose in your hair. You see his eyes close as he breathes the magnolia scented shampoo on your hair, his arms tightening on your frame.

"I love your smell... " his deep whisper send chills down your spine. You turn around in his embrace and bring your lips to his in a sweet short kiss.

When you're about to part from him and say you two would get late for the reservation his lips are on yours again, a more assertive kiss taking place but yet delicate.

"Baby we're gonna get late" you mumble in his lips, but doing nothing to stop his advances. His lips are so addictive, so full and soft and warm... you could kiss him all day, all night and not get tired of it.

He's not doing better either, your delicate and succulent lips between his own, he can't help it, dinner be damned.

"I think we could be a little late.." his mouth making a path of kisses on your cheeks, down your neck and repeating his tantalizing way on the other side.

You hands rest on his nape, caressing the hair that got longer in the past weeks, when he kisses a particular spot behind you ear your hands automatically tightens in his hair and he groans lightly at the feeling, you're unconsciously pressing yourself closer to him at the sound. A sound that seemed to wake something inside of you.

He walks you back to you room, never detaching himself from you. Once he sees the bed, he turns and brings you down on his lap.

"Joon, we're go- his lips interrupts you once more, his hands on your face holding you to him, you feel his tongue licking at your lower lip, asking entrance that you give more than willingly. He deepens the kiss, your tongues now fighting for dominance.

He pulls way to say, nuzzling your cheeks " Baby, can.. can we skip dinner? Please ..." his hand now on your waist, holding you to him. A freezing wave runs down your body, your heart beating so fast that your sure he can hear it too, your cheecks blushing because you know what this means, it was the whole point of this night in the end, but together with all of this there's a need, a deep want for this boy, you don't want dinner. You want him.

You don't know what to say so you kiss him, you kiss him with all the love you have. He responds to your kiss bringing your body impossibly closer, the kiss getting heated, messier.

Without a millimeter between you two you feel his bulge pressing against you. You've been here before, till this point there's nothing new, but that was going to change. As if your body had life as it's won, you start to grind on him, slowly and timidly to try to alleviate the pressure between your tights. His grunt reverberates through your body as his hands go your hips to fasten your pace. Your hands hold on his strong arms, feeling the muscles flexing beneath your fingers. The little electric sparkles that awakens your body every time your hips grind forward into his are addictive, you want more, so much more.

Things are not easy for him either, a hot feeling spreading through his whole body every time your pussy presses against his confined cock. He wants you so badly, and today may be his first too, but it's all about you in his head.

He needs to feel your skin, his hand now on your knee going up so slowly on your tights, you let out a breathy moan at the feeling of his big hot hands on your skin. He holds your hips, thumb caressing your hipbone.

"Are you sure you want this baby, I can wait all you want, I don't want you to do anything you don't feel like it" his eyes locked on yours. You see the nounfeeling of tension in his eyes mingled with the want and the love he feels for you. You never wanted anything like you want him right now, you want to be his.

"Namjoon. I want you, I need you... I've never been more sure of anything, I love you so much. Do you want this too...?"

Your voice getting little, wating for his answer. You see a smile forming on his lips, his hand going to your cheecks tenderly rubbing the skin with his thumb.

"Babygirl... you have no idea how much I want you." He takes your hand in his to give a lonving kiss on your palm. You both can feel the edginess in the air, that tension sparkling but there's was also this safe and soft feeling too.

He nuzzles his way to your sweet lips again, this time the kiss is tender, softer.

He takes his time kissing you to his heart content, feeling your body, your warmth, the way your breath fasten in response to his touch. You splay your hands in his heavenly chest under his jacket and push the piece off, he helps you pushing the fabric off his arms and discard the elegant black jacket on the floor. You can feel his muscles better now, his large chest at one thin layer way from your fingers.

He spins your body and your know laying on your bed, his large figure hovering you. He lowers his face close to yours and give you a little sweet kiss at the tip of your nose, making you giggle. "I love your smile, it brightens my days" you blush at his compliment, your hand at his chest feeling his heart beating so fast, he's trying his best to seem calm, but you know he's agitated too.

You love him even more for this, determined to make this as special for him as it is for you.

You bring him for one more kiss "I love you" a whisper in his ears, simple but such reassuring words. He gives a kiss on your skin, right on your beating heart and lock his eyes back to yours. He moves up to kiss your forehead, your nose, finally your lips...

"Can I take this dress off baby...?" He asks so quietly, almost hoping you don't hear his request. You feel your heart accelerate again, but in a good way.

"Yes... yes you can my love" your voice nothing but a breath.

His fingers very delicately started unbuttoning your dress, lightly touching your skin here and there, your purple bralette came to view, Namjoon visibly swallowed seeing his favorite color on your heavenly skin. He pushed the dress out of your shoulders, you helped your arms out and he dragged the flowy piece off of you. You're now in your bra and panties.. and heels. The butterfly's in your belly flying around. Namjoon runs his eyes up and down on you, his breath deepening "Perfect... you're perfect. Stunning baby" his words coming out, his eyes can't seem to leave your soft body.

You're blushing furiously when meets your eyes again, he imagines why and go to take his shirt off to not let you feel exposed alone.

His honey toned skin is so beautiful, his defined pectorals making you drowl, all you wanna do is litter this man in kisses and bites, feel his skin and map his body with your lips all night. He chuckles at your stare.

"Now I'm the one getting flustered." You look at his reddening face and giggle at him, you know the feeling, but you can help it. This man looks like a Greek god.

You connect your lips to his collarbone, making your way to his neck, your hands on his shoulder while his hands rest on your hips, squeezing everytime you deliver your kisses. You're getting lost in his fresh musk scent, enveloping you in a bubble on him. A place were only the two of exist, that everything is... him. Your touches are pure delight for him, he loves the feeling of your delicate soft lips roaming around in his skin, your hands gripping his shoulders, the smell of your hair invading his nostrils and intoxicating his senses, his cock hardening even more. All he feels is you and he can't get enough. He wants more, so much more, he craves to drown on you.

While you're entertained littering his neck in kisses and shy little bites, he uses the tip of his fingers to lightly brush your skin, all the way up your back just to make the same way down. He feels the curve of your ass and gives to the urge of grabbing the supple skin making you moan in his ear. The chills that take his body on your pretty moan makes him groan deep in his chest.

You feel yourself dampening even more, his baritone tone making you're knees weak, good thing you're on his lap. He holds you by your waist and get you comfortable on the pillows, laying by your side with his head on one hand. He lay a kiss on your temple, one hand now on your knee brushing his fingers on your skin. His lips still on your temple while his hands go higher and higher with it's caresses, if he was calm before... he's not anymore. He's nerves trying to take the best of him, but he's determined to make you feel as good as he can tonight.

He takes a deep breath when he reaches the top of your tights, the skin there so warm and soft that he could keep his fingers there all day long.

He sees your breathing getting laboured, your legs closed tight. He can't freak out right now, he needs to be there for you. So he takes courage and let it out in the calmest voice he can muster in this moment.

"Baby, take a deep breath. It's okay... if you want to stop, we stop, there's no problem at all. I just - "

"No! - you interrupt him - I want this... it's just, I'm just nervous. But I want you" you say looking in his eyes. His hand felt like heaven in your tights, but the tough of him seeing you, like SEEING you, got on your nerves a little.

He's searching for doubt in your eyes but he only finds want and that tad bit of shyness. He finds you and he feels relief.

"Okay my love... just talk to me okay. Promise me that you will say it if you want to stop." You nodd at him and he takes that as enough for now.

"Good... now, can I keep going?"

"Yes baby.." you're eager to feel him, to be his.

You feel his hands moving, pulling one leg to rest on his tight, opening you to him. You keep looking at him, his eyes so tender, so loving. He traces the line of your panties in the juncture of your tights, your hips seem to have a mind of it's own, moving with hand. You feel his smile growing in your temple.

He takes your eager action as a good sign and finally runs a finger on your covered pussy, putting a bit of pressure on your pulsating clit. You buck your hips and moan for him, your hands grabbing his biceps. He repeats the action several times, until he feels a wet spot in your panties. He could die a happy man, his girl was writing with his touch and drenching her panties for him. How lucky was he..

You on the other hand is already on cloud nine and he didn't even touched you properly. Oh you need more, now.

"Joon please..." you didn't even know what you were begging for, but you need it.

"Please what my love? Tell me what you want."

Now, how were you supposed to answer when right when you opened your mouth he started pressing circles on your clit? Instead of an answer he got a long moan of his name. He's cock twitching at your voice calling out for him.

He didn't even wait an answer anyway, hooking his finger on the waistband of your garment, looking back at you asking for permission. You nodd, raising your hips to help him take off the offending piece, leaving you in only your bra. You legs closed again, big eyes gazing at him.

How could you be moaning less than a minute ago and now give him these innocent eyes... he just wants to devour you. But everything in it's time.

He decideds to let you get used to the feeling and instead of going to your pussy, he aims for you breasts, something that he's familiar with.

For his luck, this brallet has a hook in the front. Thank God.

"Baby, relax..." his hands engulfed your breast, squeezing and massaging it slowly. Your tender globes feel so good in his hands, your nipples poking through the lace, in the palm of his hands.

He sees your body visibly relaxing, you love when he play with your boobs.

You search for his lips again, kissing him feverishly, his fingers teasing your sensitive nipples making you moan in the kiss. You feel his fingers clasping the hook and your breats are free now, he's quickly descarting the purple lace somewhere in the room along with your heels.

You're completely naked, exposed to him. You feel the urge to cover yourself and when he turns to look at you, he sees you bringing your hands close to your chest and he's quick to hold your hands in his and kiss your palms very tenderly.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen Y/N, you don't need to hide from me, my love."

You're still a little self conscious, but you don't hide anymore... he looks at you as if you were a masterpiece. So you decide to take pride in that.

He gives you a sweet kiss, showing his satisfaction and his next kiss in on your breast, his tongue licking the taut nipple gauging your reaction, that doesn't fail to please him, your head thrown back and one hand grabbing the fabric of his pants.

He gives kitten licks to it and suck it in his wet mouth, earning a gasp from your bitten lips. Your legs squeezing themselves to get some relief, what doesn't go unnoticed by him. He's happy that he's making you feel this way, that he doing right.

He repeats the whole process on the other breast, this time his hand travels down, parting your legs to give him access. You're so entranced in the pleasure his mouth is bringing to you that when you feel his fingers on your bare pussy your hips bucks again.

"Relax baby... open your legs a bit more.."

He's tone is calm, reassuring, his breath on your breast. You do as he says and you feel his fingers on your entrance, gathering the wetness there. He moans at the feeling of your warm, wet pussy almost unconsciously.

"Babygirl, you're dripping.." he breaths out. You could feel your tights smeared with your juices, your legs falling open at the feeling of his fingers on your sensitive lips. He uses your wetness to stimulate your clit, doing slow, firm motions. You start to squirm in his touch, his lips detaching themselves from your boobs to put your foreheads together.

He's eyes burning holes on yours, lust written all over it, he's cock poking your leg. When he fasten his motions you moan out again and squeeze your eyes shut. That burning feeling, a tight coil in your lower abdomen making your back arch beautifully.

"Open your eyes babygirl - the hand on your head carising your hair - look at me."

You open your lids, looking straight to his eyes. That's what it takes to make that coil explode. A hot feeling spreading in your body, your hips moving on their own. You hear yourself moan he's name out loud, that bliss of pleasure taking over your whole being.

Namjoon is mesmerized, watching the pleasure take your body. He swear he almost came when you practically screamed his name. It was the hottest thing he ever saw.

"Fuck baby, that was... you're amazing " he says to you while his fingers help you ride out every bit of your orgasm.

"I-I'm amazing? You.. you are amazing." You half moan, half say to him. He gives you a little chuckle. You want him to feel this too, to feel good, so you reach for his pants and start to unbutton it.

"Can I touch you too?" You nuzzle his jawline.

"Oh fuck... yes baby."

You manage to free him from he's pants, his boxers still on. You see the outline of his cock with a wet spot from the pre cum that leak it there. You feel proud that you've made him this hard, that he wants you too.

You trace his cock with your hand feeling more curious than nervous, wanting to see his reaction. When you grip it a little more firmly he thrusts in your hand, a reliefed groan escaping his lips. He's been holding himself back this whole time for your sake, you're gonna make it up to him.

You push him to his back and kiss him again, your small hand feeling he's engorged cock pulsating in your touch.

You tentatively put your hand inside his boxers, looking at him to see if he was okay with it. You find him with his eyes closed in concentration and his lower lip captive in his teeth, so you hold his bare cock in your hand and hear him moan your name in adoration.

It's hot, heavy and velvety in your hand. And big. You didn't even see it yet, but he's big.

"Can I take this off baby..?" He looks at you now, your small figure waiting he's permission.

"Of course baby."

Your hands drag his boxers down, stopping at the sight of his huge cock, your eyes wide open and your mind racing. Namjoon feels hes cheecks getting red, a little flustered with your expression.

"...Baby? " he laughs embarrassed.

"You're big. Like.. like big"

"Y/N you're getting me flustered like this!" A smirk forming in his handsome face, hes head back in the pillow. You're in your own world now, you don't even hear him.

"Is it going to fit?" You're hands are back on his cock , as if analyzing it. The situation is comic, from trying to hide yourself to analyzing his cock. Big steps, girl.

"Yes baby - hmm fuck.. - I'll make it fit"

He's lungs are doing extra work tonight because your hands settle a rhythm on his cock, up and down, up and down... faster each time you go up, his hips are slightly thrusting into your hand, deep groans living he's full lips. You're addicted to the way his body reacts to your touch, you see he's trying to control himself but he's losing he's own battle. Your touch is so good, so much better than his hands. He opens his eyes to see you licking your lips with your eyes glued to his shaft, the little white globs of pre cum dripping down from his tip. He needs to make you stop or he's going to cum all over your hand.

"Baby stop.. I'll cum if don't stop "

You seem to be in trance to make him cum.

"But.." - you're about to make your argument when he sits up holding your hand and flips you two, he's now on top of you. His hands holding your wrists down by your sides, firmly but somehow so gentle.

He might be "new" to this but, believe me... he's a natural. The boy has talent and you're not surprised.

"Babygirl... be good." You don't know why or how he does this, but he has you're whole body tingling.

You nodd at him, your legs once more pressing themselves together.

"We have some things to explore later..." he says to you, smirking seeing your needy reaction. He lower his head to give you a kiss, reassuring that your sweet boyfriend is there for you.

"Ready baby?" He's eyes staring at you, his hands on your hips.

"Yes, I'm ready" you try to muster all your sureness and desire there. You see a smile illuminate his features, he reaches for the condom in the nightstand, reaping it and rolling down on his cock.

Okay, that's it, it's gonna happen right now. And you're so damn happy.

He positions himself between your wide opened tights, down on his forearms at your head and gives you a little peck on your nose. He always finds a way to make you smile, to make you feel comfortable. Wow, you love this man so much.

"Are you sure you want this baby? We can wait..."

"Namjoon, if you ask me if I want this one more time I'll flip us around and take thi- he takes advantage of your little stunt and drags the head of his cock up and down your pussy, getting it wet with your nectar - ungh.. oh God" your hands take a hold in his waist and back, your head back in pleasure. You're so sensitive right now that the slightest touch gets you on fire.

"You were saying, babygirl?" His smug expression tinted by the pleasure of your hot pussy.

"Fuck.. just take me" you're sounding desperate but you don't care.

"No baby... I'm gonna make love to you" he whispers in your ear and you melt in his touch, this man can oscillate between moods better than you tought.

You feel his tip prodding your entrance, circling and teasing you. His free hand holding your hand, fingers laced. He looks at your eyes and you feel him entering you ever so slowly. The strech is evident, your legs squeezing his waist and a gasp leaves your lips.

Your tight pussy closing it self around his engorged tip, making him pant with effort to not push forward and bury himself deep inside of you. He's big and he knows it, so he's gonna try to go as slow as possible for you. So he gives you the control completely.

"Baby, look at me. I'll go slow, very slowly okay? Hold my hips, you control it from now on. Breath baby... that's it, deep breaths."

He's being a sweetheart, giving everything he has and all the control of the situation to you. You take a deep breath and try to relax, the burning sensation insistent in your pussy, although you were very much wet the strech was it inevitable. But it wouldn't as bad as you tought.

You slowly push his hips forward bit by bit, the feeling of your walls opening to accommodate him a mix of newness and discomfort. You whined a little, your nose to his cheeck.

"Slowly baby... take your time - his voice a bit strained, he's trying so hard to stay still for you, but your pussy is so tight on his cock right now. He's doing he's best to not blow he's load already - relax baby, talk to me, what are you feeling?"

"It's... it hurts a little, but nothing to bad. You're so big..." you clench aroud him, but not on purpose.

"For fuck sake, don't.. don't do this. Relax baby, I need you to loosen up a little.."

"I can't help it, I'm sorry" you whine.

"No love... nothing to be sorry about, you feel heavenly, just don't this to end this soon."

You take a firm hold in his lower back and push him closer to you, burying his long cock all the way in. You throw your head back at your own action, a long whimper coming out.

Namjoon is quick to take you in he's arms, he's urges completely forgot right now. He kisses your temple, arms aroud you trying to easy your pain away. His lips planting small delicate kisses on your face, your neck, your collarbone and anywhere he can reach.

"Baby, I've told you to take your time. Take a deep breath, there you go... " the feeling of being inside you is heaven and hell at the same time. He wants to move so badly, but your pained expression won't let him.

"I'm s-sorry... I just wanted to end this part already" your face is snuggled in his neck seeking comfort.

"Impatient little girl..." he gives your head a kiss and stays still until you feel ready - "Let me help you baby" he says moving his hand to your pussy, fingers very gently massaging your clit and his lips encasing yours in a distracting kiss.

The pressure and the burning feeling start to fade way giving place to a pleasing feeling of fullness. You feel full of him, like the clock of a missing piece of the puzzle. You feel this sudden urge to move, for him to move into you too. He feels your body relaxing, getting used to him.

"Better my love?" He asks nuzzling your cheeck, one hands in your hair and the other up and down on your leg.

"Yes Joon... can you move? Please.."

"Of course babygirl, anything you want." Oh thank goodness, finally. Don't get it wrong, he's was ready to stay still inside of you the whole night if he had to, but he was dying to move.

He start to grind in your pussy, small motions to you both get used to the feeling. Your features are now of pure pleasure, every grind on your clit sending sparkles through your body.

Namjoon is doing everything in his power not to pound into you, you feel so good around him, so tight. You can feel he's breath in your mouth and vice versa, the whole moment is so hot, so yours.

"Joonie.. go faster please" you mumble to him. He's more than happy to comply.

"Fuck...fuck baby you feel so good. How can you feel so good? So perfect." His hand fondle one breast while the other holds you hip. You moan at his lustful confessions, how can he say this when he fills you up so good, so deep.

You're mumbling words out, your nails making little crescent moons in his shoulder while his hands taking a hold of your knees and bring them up high in he's waist. He's going even deeper now, you both losting your minds at the feeling. You've never imagined that could feel this good.

"Harder... baby please" you plead to him. He backs from your neck, his eyes searching yours.

"Baby I don't want to hurt you." His eyes serious.

"Namjoon, please... Go harder, please! You're not gonna hurt me!"

You're hips are thrusting back at his, seeking what you need, he loses the control that he was trying so desperately to hold. The vision of your hips moving with his hips, your fucked out expression, your moans echoing in the walls got him losing it.

"Fuck Y/N" he grunts pistoning his hips harder and faster into your pussy, the wet noises feeling the room so obscenely.

His fingers move to your clit pressing fast motions to get you to your high, he's determined to make you cum one more time and before him. You moan out his name arching your back, he can feel your pussy clenching almost too tightly on his cock and he knows you're almost there. Your body on fire, everything feels like Namjoon, he's so deep in you that you can't think in anything but him.

"Baby, look at me - you open your eyes that you don't even remember closing and the first thing you see is his dark brown ones waiting for you, full of love. You can feel his love in a way that you've never felt before. Everything felt right in place, you feel safe and loved and wanted all at once. That's Namjoon.

He sees the same in your eyes, he can see the love there, he can feast in the sweetness that you have just for him, he wants to protect and be protected by you at the same time. He could die happy in your arms right now.

"I love you" he say in the kiss he plants in your lips.

"I love you, so much" you answer back feeling your high approaching.

"Cum for me my love, let me see you cum..." he pleads in your lips and you can't deny him, your body shaking in a hard orgasm, your hips taking control and your hands squeezing his arms.

Your moans are loud and clear in his ears, he's mind basking in it, trying to record it in his memories. At the feeling of your clenching, gushing wet pussy he cums too, groaning and grunting. His thrusts irregular and stoping slowly, feeling the tingles of this blissful feeling running his whole body. You stay like this, connected, breathing each others breaths, wating for your bodys to calm down.

"If this was the first time... I can't wait for the next" you giggle out. He can't help but laugh, burying his face in your neck.

You make mentions to get up but he's quick to hold you down, still settled deep inside of you.

"Don't move.." he mumbles, wanting to feel your warmth for little bit more.

"But baby- you feel the blush creeping in your face- it's all... wet."

"Exactly" he gives your neck an open mouthed kiss and whisper in your ear.

"Can't wait to wake you up with my tongue tomorrow."

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