#the way he shyly lifts his shoulders... looks down and wiggles his shoulders

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I'm enchanted

[satoruxx]

normally toji prides himself on being the perfect guard dog—not that he would ever tell you that. but you never have to worry about guys coming up to you when your hulking monster of a boyfriend remains at your side, continuously glaring down his nose at everyone he sees.

this usually works pretty well.

on adults.

but now, as you and him wait in line at the counter of the grocery store, he can only let out a huff of irritation as he watches the little brat in front of you both stare over his mother’s shoulder—big wide eyes locked on you.

at first you don’t really notice, too busy blabbering about something silly as you look around the store. but when you finally lock eyes with the child, you notice the way he seems to go shy, pressing his cheek deeper into his mom’s shoulder. his eyes flick away from your face for just a second, before timidly looking back. as soon as he does, you break into the sweetest, most giddy smile.

(toji would move mountains for a glimpse of that smile—and yet here this kid is just getting it without a shred of work.)

you tilt your head, raising a hand to gently wave at the boy, who flushes further under your attention, but lifts his cheek a little more. chubby fingers come up to meekly wave back, and you hold back a silent coo of affection, eyes filled with honey-like sweetness. with every little giggle and silly face you make at the boy, he seems to get more and more comfortable—toji watches you melt.

the unlucky little brat then quickly peeks at the giant man looming beside you, and toji can’t resist. his face pulls into a evil smile, teeth on full display as he wiggles his fingers sinisterly. the expression has its desired effect—the kid recoils, eyes going wide before burying his face into his mother’s neck. in a few minutes, the boy and his mom are heading out the store and you and toji start loading the groceries onto the belt.

“i saw that, you know?”

toji glances up, seeing your semi disapproving frown, and he cocks his head in faux innocence. “saw what?”

“you’re mean,” you shake your head, crossing your arms. “scaring little kids like that. quite literally the object of their nightmares.”

“ah, he’ll be alright,” toji grunts, taking the bags from the cashier in one hand and reaching for your palm with the other. “it’ll build his character.”

you snort. “he’ll have trauma.”

“like i said,” he grins, a canine display. “character.”

you roll your eyes as he tugs you out of the store—your grip on him unwilling to falter.

toji lives just like this, successful in scaring off any other person who considers giving you attention, whether that’s an adult or a little kid. and despite your exasperated complaints to at least lay off the children (they’re harmless), toji has known for a long time that he can be nothing but selfish when it comes to you.

so forgive him, if he quickly turns to this evil little tactic to scare away kids—it’s all he can really do. besides, it always works.

until now.

you’re sitting under a tree at a small park, working on some dumb assignment for one of your lectures. toji lays on his back next to you, arm draped over his eyes in a momentary respite from the normal danger of his life—eerily content.

the peace is broken by the rustling of tiny footsteps in the grass.

“here you go.”

toji pulls his arm away to peer at the owner of the voice. a boy stands there, hair tousled as he waits in front of you with his arm outstretched—in between his chubby fingers is a singular dandelion.

your eyes widen, cheeks splitting into a wide smile as you coo out your affection. “aw for me?”

the boy nods mutely, cheeks flushed as he thrusts the flower further into your view. you delicately pluck it from his hands, inhaling the fragrance with a grateful smile. “well thank you. it’s beautiful.”

he shyly kicks at a spot of grass, lips pulling up into a giddy smile under your sweet praise. “just like you,” he mumbles under his breath and you squeal softly, giggling at how adorable this kid truly is.

toji sits up before you can say anything else, lips pulled into a displeased frown as he crosses his bulky arms across his chest. “hey.” his voice comes out low and tense, even as he stares down his nose at the boy. “what are you doing?”

you turn to look at your boyfriend, at the exaggerated sneer that normally works wonders in scaring kids away, and you hold back an exasperated sigh. “toji—“

“who are you?” the boy frowns, sass appearing out of thin air as he looks toji up and down like he’s nothing but dirt under his colorful sneakers. you gape at him, eyes darting back and forth between the two as a smile threatens to make its way into your face. toji’s lips part in surprise, a tingle of heat crawling up his neck as he hears your hushed gasp of held back laughter.

“her boyfriend,” he grunts back, eyes narrowed in a way that’s oddly similar to the expression on the kid’s face.

“no way!” the boy huffs, pouting indignantly. his cheeks flush as he glares at toji—unfazed.

“uh, yes way.” toji realizes how petty he sounds, but he’s adamant—unwilling to stand down in anything that involves you.

the boy crosses his arms, mirroring toji’s pose. he rolls his eyes emphatically, lip curling as he sneers down his nose.

“isn’t she too pretty for you?” he asks bluntly. you smother another disbelieving gasp, and toji suddenly feels an unfamiliar thrill rush through his veins—this kid had guts.

“what do you know, brat?” there’s a smirk evident in toji’s voice now, and he uncrosses his arms to lean back on his palms, eyes shining with feral mirth.

“i have eyes,” the boy snaps back, putting both hands on his hips to appear more intimidating—it doesn’t work, he just looks cuter. “i can see her.”

“well quit it,” toji huffs in return. “not yours to look at.”

the kid narrows his eyes. “you’re mean!”

“and you’re nosy!”

“how am i nosy?”

“you’re comin’ over here and givin’ my girl flowers!”

“she deserves flowers!”

“of course she does! from me, you little brat!”

“you suck, old man!”

“what did you just call me?!”

a shout from across the park disrupts the heated bickering, and you all turn to see an older woman waving the boy over. he looks down at you, a sweet smile washing over his face as he tilts his head innocently. “that’s my mom. i have to go home now.”

“heh, sure thing. get home safe, okay?” you shoot toji an amused glance as you speak, and he sends a displeased glare back as he stubbornly crosses his arms again.

the boy nods, beaming at you. “okay! see you later!” he chirps. but just as he’s about to leave he turns back, eyes fixated on toji. “i hope your boyfriend learns how to be nice!”

and then he runs off.

you snort out another laugh, which only gets louder when you catch a glimpse of the way toji is practically sulking in the corner—scowling at the kid’s back with narrowed eyes.

the whole thing is so unbelievably endearing, and you can’t stop grinning as you pack up your things and stand up.

“let’s go home, toji.” you hold your palm out for him, and you’re rewarded with a pointed glance—he takes your hand anyway. even as you both exit the park, toji has an unamused pout on his face, glaring ahead.

you can’t resist.

“don’t tell me you actually feel threatened now,” you giggle, grabbing his bicep and pressing close. toji glances at you from the corner of his eyes, unamused—which only seems to make you laugh harder. “oh come on! he was so cute!”

“little brat,” he grumbles in return. “couldn’t take a hint.”

“you’re mad because the eight year old kid at the park didn’t want to believe you were my boyfriend?”

“the fuck do you think? of course i am. what do i look like if not your fucking boyfriend?”

you chortle, practically falling on him with the weight of your amusement. he sighs, disgruntled.

“it’s not funny, kid.” toji rolls his eyes at you—internally, he’s trying not to grin.

“it’s so funny, toji.” you straighten up, smiling at him with stars in your eyes. “you’re ridiculous and it’s so cute.”

he scoffs, giving you a sidelong glance before reaching up to tug at your cheek. “i’m definitely not the cute one.” he murmurs offhandedly before internally smirking at the way you seem to be caught off guard by his statement.

“whatever,” you mumble, holding his arm as you both continue walking home in relative silence. from the corner of your eye you can see toji’s expression as he mutely stares ahead, deep in thought. you decide not to disturb him, content on just feeling his warmth bleeding into your palm—always at your side.

toji replays the incident in his head multiple times as you head home. the bickering, the sass, and the unfiltered adoration that little brat seemed to have for you.

something clicks.

as you’re pushing open the door of your apartment, you hear toji quietly chuckle from behind you, and you turn to look at him over you shoulder. “what?”

he shakes his head slowly, eyes shut even as an uncharacteristically soft smile tugs at his lips. “just thinking…”

“about what?” you ask curiously.

toji grins at you, cocking his head fondly. “when we have a kid, i want the little brat to be just like that.”

[powerfultenderness]

Heelloohh! It kenat stop itching my brain so imma share it to everyone, Neighbor könig startling Y/n as y/n let out a questionable sound, and the following nights neighbor könig's he dreamt about that... Please powerfultenderness! THANK YOU!!!!!

🤭 Ooooh boy!!! König's dreams!

Gonna drop a Mature 18+ rating on this one because of those dreams!

König tried to say hi to you, but you ignored him, walking down to the mail room and humming to yourself. He followed you, about to speak up again when he noticed the white earbuds you were wearing. Ah! You couldn’t hear him! A wicked smile crossed his face as he dropped back a few steps while you blissfully continued on your way.

He waited until you had closed your mailbox, attention fully on sorting through the various letters in hand, before he pounced.

“Got you!” He shouted as quickly pulled you in his arms, lifting you in the air enough that your feet swung from the ground.

“Aieee!”

You squealed, mail flying through the air, and kicked your feet out at nothing. Your hands clasped down on his arms as you looked up and behind you to the laughing mad man.

“König! Let me down!”

Still laughing, and with his arms still around you, he set you back on the ground. “You should pay more attention!”

You rolled your eyes and popped your earbuds out and stuffed them in one of your pockets. “Stop laughing!”

Of course that only had him laughing harder, practically leaning on you to keep himself upright.

“König!” You whined and tried to wiggle out of his hold, not very successfully, the man had an iron grip (and chest!).

“Ok! Ok! Sit down, my little bunny.” He once again lifted you from the ground, not nearly as high in the air, and gently sat you down on the table that was pushed against the wall under the mailboxes.

For just a quick moment he was standing between your knees, your thighs spread wide just to accommodate him, and you let out a quiet gasp and whimper in that short moment. He stills, big warm hands grasping at your thighs and you panic. You quickly pull away from him and slap your hands over your face, “it’s not funny, König!” You whine and sniffle and-

“Shit! Are you crying?” He jerked away, as quickly as if he’d been burned and started to fret around you, unsure if he should touch you again.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

A sob racks your body and you hiccup and gasp for a breath.

“I’m sorry, my love! I’m so-” he was leaning down enough to peek at your face, still mostly hidden by your hands, enough to see that you were holding back a smile. “You’re laughing!!” He jumped back and pointed an accusatory finger at you!

You finally let go and dropped your hands from your face as you threw your head back in laughter. “Ahahhahahaha!!! That’s what you get for scaring me, you big jerk!”

You must have looked like two maniacs just sitting in the mail room laughing like crazy, but neither of you could care at the moment what any passerby would think of you.

He helped you gather your fallen mail, and grabbed his mail while he was there too, and the two of you still shaking in laughter, walked you back to your flat.

-

Flowers. Pretty flowers that faded from sight as he nuzzled his face into the soft skin of your neck. “So beautiful.”

You gasped, arching into his touch and whimpering as he nibbled and lapped against your pulse point.

“König,” your arms were around his neck, hands clawing at the back of his shoulders like your life depended on him. Good, he growled as his lips traveled up your neck to your face, you needed him, he pressed his lips against yours, thrusting his tongue into your mouth. He needed you.

You squeezed your thighs around his waist and let out another erotic whimper. You pulled back from him, he tried to follow, but you gently pushed one hand against his chest to stop him. “König,” you whispered and glanced shyly away from him. He didn’t like that. He nudged your chin so you were looking at him again. “What?”

“Can I sit on your face?”

His eyes rolled back and he groaned, hips grinding into you. “Yes! God, yes! Please!”

He picked you up from the mail room table and turned around to set you on his bed, hands flying underneath the skirt of the pretty dress he bought you to pull down your panties, black lace finding a new home in his pocket.

Then he climbed on the bed, laying down while simultaneously pulling you, giggling the whole time, on top of him. You sat up, knees spread apart so that you were straddling his chest. He ran his hands up your thighs, pushing your skirt high against your waist, the fabric pooling down your center. “Come here,” he tried to get you to move higher on him, but you ignored him and leaned down instead.

You softly pressed your lips to his in a gentle kiss. “König.”

He gladly returned your kiss, but upon its natural conclusion he once again tried to entice you to move, just a little more.

“König.” You repeated with a breathy sigh.

“What?”

-

“König!”

“WHAT!”

“Jesus, man! Wake up, it’s go time!”

“Fuck!” König shook the dream from his mind for now, focusing on the mission before him. But the second he had a moment of free time, his thoughts went back to that dream.

[More neighbor König]

[fandomnsfw]

Your Hunky Werewolf - Young!Remus Lupin x Reader

Pairing: Young!Remus Lupin x Reader

Prompt: @bitteroceanlove requested this...I tried my best with this 🙈

Warnings: Smut, D/s undertones, praise kink, nickname bunny used.

(if you do not like the outfits you can imagine something else I just like people to know what I'm seeing when I write it.)

Thank you to my lovely Beta @lets-imagine-fanfics for always editing.

ENJOY!!

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You let out a sigh as you flopped onto your best friend’s sofa, letting your eyes flicker closed. She silently sips her tea as she lets you have your dramatic moment before setting down her cuppa and chuckling at you in amusement. You open one eye and glance at her before finally sitting up and opening both eyes. 

“Was it that bad?” She chuckled rubbing her tiny baby bump. 

“He came in the first five minutes, then had the audacity to ask if he could see me again.” You deadpanned making Lily snort behind her hand. 

“Can’t say I’ve ever had that problem.” Lily bragged playfully making your sneer at her. 

“Yes, I’m sure your very handsome Marauder has no problems making you cum. Bitch.” You huffed making her smirk at you. 

“I think the other two are still single if you want one.” She giggled softly making you roll your eyes. 

“We’ve both known those lot since school and not once has either shown an interest in me. I think it’s safe to say I was never invited to board that ship.” You snorted as you picked up your cup and took a sip of the hot liquid. 

“That’s only because I told them to leave you alone. Didn’t want them breaking your heart specially Pads. He broke a new heart every week that boy.” She rolled her eyes making you chuckle. 

“Who said I’d have gone for Pads? Hmm?” You smirked making her eyes widen. 

“Moony?” She exclaimed gaping at you. 

“Oh yeah, I’d have let that hunky werewolf bang me all over Hogwarts if I’d of had the chance.” You whispered as you pretend to fan yourself though your cheeks had blushed. 

“Is that so?” A male voice chuckled behind you making your eyes widen. 

You spun around to see James stood there with a smirk on his face. Your eyes widened as you looked at Lily for help making her roll her lips to suppress her laugh. You looked back towards James with an awkward smile. 

“Keep that to yourself, Prongs, or I’ll kill you.” You huffed as you pressed the back of your hands to your cheeks trying to cool them down. 

“Hell, no. I’m gonna tell him word for word!” James snickered as he started to run off like a bloody child making you set your cuppa down and run after him. 

“James! I swear to fucking god you better not sa—heeeey, Moony, Pads.” You greeted as you ran into James’ Office to find him hiding behind Remus his face smirking at you over the man’s shoulder. 

“You keep your mouth shut, Potter, or I’ll de-ball you while you sleep!” You hissed as you prepared to run at him again. 

“Oooo scary!” James taunted with fake fear on his face. 

“I will honestly never understand why my smoking hot bestie even fell in love with such a giant man child.” You growled as you ran around Remus, James instantly going to opposite way making you glare at him. 

“What exactly did you do, Prongs?” Remus asked as you both danced around him.  

“He overheard girl talk.” You muttered shyly as you looked up at Remus who was smiling softly at you. 

“Oh yeah, she was talking about someone we knew from school and about how she’d happily have let said person bang her all over Hogwarts, back in school.” James smirked as he wiggled his brows suggestively. 

“Shut your face before I shut it for you, Potter. LILY!” You screamed as you launched at James effectively tackling him to the floor which instantly winded both of you. However, James recovered and stood up throwing you over his shoulder just as Lily came in looking at the scene before her. 

“Prongs, let the poor girl go.” Moony sighed as he gripped your waist and lifted you off James shoulder with ease making your face flush instantly. 

He lowered you to the ground with ease that made your heart and pussy clench. ‘Oh Merlin that’s hot’, you thought as you looked up at him with flushed cheeks. He smiled softly but the sound of James and Sirius laughing hysterically broke you out of your trance as they stared at you knowingly. 

“You two are bloody arseholes!” You huffed before storming out the room but hearing Lily scold James as you stomped downstairs. 

“Why did you marry such a wanker?” You asked seriously making her almost choke on thin air. 

“It’s the multiple orgasms for me.” She snorted making you burst out laughing.  

“Lily Potter!” You scolded playfully. 

“So…” She whispered wiggling her brows but making sure not to say anything out loud fearing the boys were being nosey. 

“How mad are you that I didn’t tell you?” You asked softly as she shook her head in response. 

“Not mad, but had you told me, I totally could’ve set you guys up sooner.” Lily chuckled with a raised brow. 

“You’re not gonna set us up because he’s not interested.”  

***** Meanwhile in James Office.***** 

“You should stop teasing her she’s always been shy and rather innocent.” Remus scolds James making him smirk. 

“She’s not that innocent the sentence ‘I’d of let that hunky we-man bang me all over Hogwarts if I’d of had the chance’ doesn’t really scream innocent.” James snorted making Remus’s eyes widen a little.  

“Yes, talking to her best friend of 8 years. She wouldn’t of said that to you, me or Sirius would she?” Remus chuckled as he sat on the sofa in the office. 

“No, she definitely wouldn’t have said it to you that’s for sure.” James snickered to Sirius making Remus look at James with a glare until everything kind of clicked in his head.  

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Remus asked with a smirk. 

“That your favourite innocent little y/n said she’d let you bang her all over?” Sirius smirked making James snicker. 

“Does Lily’s no dating or shagging her bestie rule still stand?” Remus asked seriously making James’ eyes widen. 

“I think she’d make an exception for you however if you hurt her, I’ll kill you myself. I may tease her but she like my little sister and if your gonna break her heart, Moony, don’t bother.” James stated seriously making Remus raised a brow at him. 

“Do I look like Pads?” He chuckled making James laugh as Sirius scoffed dramatically clutching his chest. 

********** 

You were stood in the small baby shop with Lily scanning through different cute little sleep-suits and baby vests as soon as you saw one with auntie on it you squealed excitedly and threw it over your arm knowing you’d buy it. You turned around to show Lily just in time to see the marauders walk into the shop looking around until they spotted you and Lily.  

Remus had a dark red v neck oversized jumper on with a pair of light denim baggy jeans that were rolled up at the bottom and a pair of brown combat boots. Fuck he looked good. Lily nudged you quickly, effectively snapping you out of your daze. 

“What are you boys doing here?” Lily chuckled as she kissed her husband’s cheek. 

“We were at the bookstore and decided we’d drop by and see if you ladies would like to take a break from making a dent in my vault and grab lunch with us?” James snickered as his wife shot him a glare. 

“Yes, I’m starving! Let me pay for these and we’ll get going.” You exclaimed, grabbing all the ones out of Lily’s arms before you ran over to the till to pay. 

You ignored Lily as she protested that she would pay for them. You quickly paid as the boys wandered over to take the bags. You raised an eyebrow at Lily who was looking at them with narrowed eyes. They were up to something. You and Lily shared a knowing look as you followed the boys out of the shop, intent to find out what they were up to.  

Lily clung to James’ bicep as you walked to the pub to grab lunch. Sirius had his arms around James should as Lily scolded him which made you smile. You guys weren’t in school anymore, yet everything still feels the same. Sirius would flirt with everyone and sleep with the ones he felt like, while you and Lily constantly told him off for treating women like toys and he did love a good prank.  

Then there’s obviously James who was an arsehole. He couldn’t take anything seriously, he bullied plenty of people, and much like Sirius, loved a good prank. Well until Lily kept scolding him like a naughty child, until eventually he did stop, then he was more like the puppy that would follow Lily everywhere. 

Remus’s nose was always in a book he was his own brand of ladies' man. He was mature, kind, handsome yet he still he held an air of mystery to most women. Though you being best friends with them meant you knew what that secret was.   

He’s a werewolf. The week leading up to the change he was always more protective of loved ones but then in the days before the full moon he’d switch. He’d grow distant, more snappy and could be territorial over everything. You shouldn’t find that hot, as you can imagine he always felt guilty after the full moon, but every time he growled at someone it sent shivers down your spine straight to your core. 

Remus walked next to you silently as he held onto two of the bags that you girls had been carrying, you more than Lily as she’s pregnant. You glance at him noticing he’s looking down at you. You instantly flush as you looked back towards the ground. 

“You look very pretty today, Bunny.” Remus whispered as he leaned over so he was at your level continuing to walk towards the pub, purposely keep the same pace as you. 

“I-I do?” You stuttered as you glanced down at your puffy long sleeved black turtleneck jumper, an Aline brown and red plaid skirt that went past your knees and a pair of black Mary Jane heels.  

Your hair was in a messy low ponytail with curly pieces falling around your face. You had eyeliner, mascara and wine-red lipstick. Honestly you hadn’t put much thought into your clothes not realising the boys would be joining you. You should’ve worn something sexier, you thought sadly as you looked back up to meet his deep brown eyes. 

“Yes, you do.” He chuckled as he offered you his free arm making you blush as you shyly took his offered arm and wrapped your arms his much like Lily and James were doing. 

You walked for another minute or so, arm in arm with Remus as you entered the pub immediately following Sirius, James and Lily as they sat at a table big enough for all of you. Remus slipped his arm away from yours much to your disappointment, however that didn’t last long as he pulled out a chair for you, easily moving your seat closer to the table with you sitting on it.  

You flushed as Lily watched with a suspicious gaze which you quickly returned as if something was going on and thats when it clicked and you let out a gasp before picking up a salt shaker from the centre of the table throwing it straight at James head making everyone except Lily look at you like you'd gone mad.  

“You fucking told him.” You hissed making his eyes widened.  

“N-No! He figured it out himself!” James defended as he rubbed his head staring at his wife for help but Lily just shot a glare at him.  

“How’d you figure it out, anyway?” Sirius chuckled making your eyes snap towards him with a look that would’ve frozen him had he not been used to getting that look during school. 

“You guys hate coming shopping, you hate carrying our bags and Remus is being flirtier. You think I wouldn’t figure that out? Remus never flirts with me.” You snorted as you shot Remus a glare.  

“In all fairness I never flirted because of Lily’s rules.” He defended himself as he leaned on the table his chin perched on his palm as he stared into your eyes causing you to flush a soft pink.  

“You’re so lucky your pregnant Lily or I might’ve given you the pepper to match your husbands salt.” You whispered over the table making her smirk.  

“I was protecting your heart, body and soul.” She argued making you roll your eyes.  

“You do realise I did all of those things, right? I wasn’t bloody innocent virgin, Lily!” You whisper yelled at her making her eyes narrow.  

“I thought your first time was last ye-OH MY MERLIN! It was 7th year, right?” Lily glared making you look away with flushed cheeks. 

“Maybe.” You mumbled making every look at you in shock. In 7th year you often disappeared reappearing looking dishevelled but thankfully no one even noticed. 

“Who!?” Lily shrieked making you flinch. 

You glanced between your friends and looked at Sirius flushing bright red making him frown as all your friend looked at him with anger. You looked away unwilling to saying hoping Sirius would correct them because you sure as hell didn’t want to.  

“Sirius!” Lily scream making his gape at her.  

“It wasn’t m-OH for the love of merlin! You DIDN’T?” He groaned as he pulled a disgusted face.  

“Regulus? Seriously?” Sirius gagged around his name making you flush bright red.  

“Don’t judge me Pads!” You hissed as you avoided looking at anyone.  

“Eww. Do you have any other school sex stories you didn’t tell me?” Lily huffed with a pout.  

“No just Reggie.” You huffed as you rolled your eyes. 

“And since then?” Lily asked with narrowed eyes making you roll yours. 

“Only the ones I’ve told you about.” You chuckled making her nod in response. 

“So: him; last year; and then the date last week.” Lily confirmed making you flush bright red. 

“Can we stop talking about my very short and boring sex life. Please and thank you.” You huffed as you began chugging your butterbeer whilst glancing at Remus who had been more quiet than usual. 

“I love how everyone just forgot that Y/N said she’d let Remus bang her all over Hogwarts.” Sirius exclaimed making you choke on your butterbeer. 

“Actually, she said: ‘Oh yeah, I’d of let that hunky werewolf bang me all over Hogwarts if I’d of had the chance’ in those exact words.” James snickered making you flush a brighter red as Remus bit his lower lip to stop from smiling. 

“I actually hate you.” You groaned as you repeatedly smacked your head off the table until a hand was slid onto the table underneath your head. 

“Bunny, stop or you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Remus scolded you as he lifted up your face by gripping your chin gently.   

You stared into his eyes the nickname he’d also used earlier making your heart melt. He brushed away the hair from your face, assessing the damage already done to your forehead. You got lost in watching him fuss over you completely forgetting that your friends were there. 

He finally finished fussing his eyes instantly gazing into yours as he smiled happily. You smiled back shyly before moving to fiddle with your now empty glass. You glanced up to see James, Lily and Sirius staring at you with smug smirks which you returned with a glare. 

******** 

After lunch you all decided to call it a day to which Remus instantly offered to escort you home. You gave him a smile as you wrapped your arm around his and began walking the short distance to your flat. You stopped at your door, turning to unlock it before turning round to face Remus again. 

“Would you like to come in?” You asked sweetly. 

“I would but it’s getting close to the full moon so I was gonna grab a smoke and chill out.” He muttered awkwardly making you laugh. 

“I have weed and I promise I won’t steal your food.” You giggled as you gave him a sweet smile. 

“Deal.” He chuckled as he followed you into the flat quietly.  

It wasn’t his first time there as you all spent time at each other’s places. He flopped onto your sofa as you grabbed snacks and your tin filled with weed, tabaco and papers. You flopped down next to him and began rolling a joint. You lit the joint with wordless magic taking a few drags before passing it to Remus. 

He laid back smoking the joint for a while before passing it back to you. He used his wand to turn on your vinyl player letting the sound of music fill the silence. You both zoned out as Remus started laughing making you giggle as you looked at him. 

“What?” You asked making him laugh more. 

“What is this music?” He laughed making you grin as you listened to which vinyl was playing.  

“This is my mix-vinyl. I tweaked the songs with magic so I could have more than one artist on it.” You giggled as the song playing had ended. 

“Oh my merlin, I love this song!” You squealed as you stood up doing a little carefree spin as you looked down at Remus who was watching you in amusement as you began dancing around the room. 

“Wooo shake it, bunny!” Remus shouted as you began shaking your hips to the beat.  

“Gimmie gimmie gimmie a man after midnight!” You sang with a grin as Remus cheered from his seat. 

You kept swishing your skirt around you as you danced happily to the music as Remus began munching on a pack of walkers crisps. You flopped down next to him panting from your impromptu dancing session. Remus wiped the sweat from your brow with his sleeve before holding on of the cans of pop toward you urging you to take a sip before giving a crisp in your mouth. 

Your eyes widened unsure if he even realised he’d not only gave you his food despite always being so territorial about it and sat fussing over you. You’d noticed him do that a lot today, but you were unsure whether it was unintentional or if he’d known he was doing it. 

You decided to just take a leap of faith. You were high and feeling rather confident so without another thought you climbed onto his lap and planted a kiss straight on his lips. He didn’t even hesitate. His arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer as he tilted his head kissing you deeper.  

You whined against his lips as his hands slid down your back to you ass gripping it firmly in his hands. You moaned into his mouth your tongue tangling with his as you tugged on his hair. He finally pulled away, looking into your eyes with a lustful gaze. 

“I don’t want a one time thing. I want all of you.” Remus whispered huskily making your heart leap with happiness. 

“Y-Yes, totally down for that.” You stuttered, blushing bright red as you fiddled with the hem of your sleeves. 

“Fucking Lily’s fault. Could’ve had you all this time, Bunny.” He groaned before pulling you into a heated kiss. 

He wrapped your legs around him before standing up and walking towards your bedroom. He kicked the slightly open door before using his foot to close it before lowering you both onto the bed, your lips never breaking apart. You gasped as he ground his hardened member against your clothed heat, your long skirt lifted completely exposing your panties. 

“Need you to tell me if I get too rough, Bunny.” Remus growled as he began ridding you and him of clothing until you were both naked. You flushed but nodded softly making him shake his head. 

“Ah ah, I need verbal response, baby, or I’ll stop now.” He instructed making your heat clench around nothing. 

“Y-Yes Moony.” You whispered shyly making him smile softly. 

“Good girl.” He chuckled softly as he began placing kisses all over your body, biting the spots that were more sensitive. 

He moved down until you could feel his breath on your heat making you flush bright red. Yes you had this before, Regulus had been a generous lover but not since school. Remus practically inhaled your scent while biting the inside of your thigh. 

“Spread your legs for me, Bunny.” He whispered against the now stinging skin of your thigh. You instantly spread your legs gazing down at him in a daze. 

“Such a obedient girl, aren’t you, Love?” He chuckled teasingly as he ran his finger through your soaking wet folds. 

“M-Moony…please.” You whined as he kept edging towards your clit with his fingers before moving away. 

Without another word Remus did what you asked. His tongue licking up you slit before he began drawing random shapes with his tongue gently. Your back arched off the bed as you moaned desperately, your hand clutching the sheets as you resisted the urge to thrust against his tongue. 

“Fuck, you taste so good, Bunny, could do this all day.” He growled against your heat making you blush as you let out a needy moan. 

“S-So good—Remus f-fuck!” You cried out as he eased two of his fingers inside you curling them upwards perfectly hit that sweet spot as his tongue continued lapping at and around your clit. 

You’d never felt this good. You could feel ever nerve ending reacting to him as you spread your legs more, using your feet to push your hips off the bed as you began to chase the release you could feel building. However, when you began moving your hips Remus’s free hand came down on your inner thigh slapping against the skin hard. 

“Stay still or I’ll spank your ass, bunny.” He scolded and that was all it took you came clenching around his fingers as your legs shook from the intensity. 

“Fuuuuck, Remus!” You moaned loudly as you clutched at the sheets as if to ground yourself. 

“Did you just cum because I slapped your thigh or because of what I said?” He groaned as he helped you ride out your orgasm with his fingers. 

“B-Both.” You whimpered as your legs twitched a little as he pulled his fingers away from your heat and bringing them up to his mouth and sucking them clean making you soaked sensitive heat clench around nothing. 

You suddenly remembered this whole time Remus had been naked and you had yet to look at his cock. Your eyes wandered down your body as you took in his sculptured abdomen that was littered with scars just like the rest of him. He was perfect. Finally, your eyes found his member and you suddenly leaned your head back silently praying to Merlin it would fit. 

“You look like a scared little bunny.” Remus chuckles teasingly as his hands grip your hips. 

“You’re so mean, Remy.” You whined as you flushed bright red. 

“Come here, Baby…don’t worry M’gonna treat you so good.” Remus mumbled as he kissed up your thighs with a smug smirk on his lips. It was something you rarely got to see with Remus as he was usually the sweet, mature one. 

He lifted your legs bending them so your hole was shamelessly exposed making you flush a deeper shade of red. You felt so exposed and vulnerable in this position, yet you were so turned as you got a full view of Remus gliding his cock through the wetness of your heat.  

You moaned at the feeling of the head of his member pressing against your clit before he dragged it back through your folds. His lips twitched into another smirk as he finally began pushing his member inside you.  

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Remus growled as he pushed in inch by inch. 

You mouth widened in a silent scream as you clawed at his forearms there was a burn yet you’d never felt so full. When he was fully in, he stilled in that positions as he brought his hand down to softly tease your clit causing you to whine and whimper as you felt yourself relaxing and the pain subsiding. 

“That’s it, Bunny…taking me so well.” He praised as he began thrusting so slowly inside you, never stopping his motions on your clit. 

“M-Moony.” You panted as you wrapped your arms around the backs of your knees your eyes flickering to the sight of his hard member sliding in and out of you. 

“So good for me, aren’t you, Baby?” Remus groaned as he picked up his pace a little instantly brushing past your sweet spot with each thrust. 

You couldn’t speak the only thing coming out of your mouth was a string of loud filthy moans that seemed to make Remus’s cock twitch the louder you were. His fingers never stopped teasing your clit making another orgasm build faster than you’d expected. You had, had multiple orgasms but never this intense and never this fast. 

“You gonna cum again, pretty little bunny?” He teased with a wicked grin on his face. 

“Mhmm.” Was all you could say making his grin widen. 

He didn’t comment but his smile spoke volumes. He sped up his thrust and his fingers making your back once again arch off the bed as you felt your legs start shaking from the intensity.  

“Cum for me, Bunny.” He growled as he spit on your clit when it started getting dry. 

That was enough you felt yourself tighten around him making his thrust slow down with how tight you’d gotten. You screamed his name as your leg shook in your arms, your nails digging into the flesh of your inner thighs. He paused his movement for a second letting you come down, his hand moving from your clit before he began fucking into you like a man possessed.  

You were so sensitive from your last orgasm you screamed as you released your legs and wrapped them around Remus as he gripped your hips tightly as he pounded into you. You could feel something building again but it felt different. You reached up and bring him down to cling onto him, your nails biting into his skin. 

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuck!” You screamed as you felt the cool inside you begin to snap again. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” Remus growled as he began cumming inside you. 

You came against but it caused Remus to slip out as he counties jacking himself all over your heat watching with dazed eyes making you look down to see little gushes of clear white liquid coming from your pussy. You flushed bright red as you twitched, finally you stopped cumming. You felt embarrassed you arms instantly coming up to cover your face. 

“Hey. Bunny, I need you to listen to me, okay?” He whispered as he moved your arms. 

“You did so good for me baby. Such a good girl for me.” Remus stated as he left small kisses along your face. 

“R-Really?” You mumbled shyly as you looked into his eyes. 

“Mhmm my good girl. Gonna keep you forever.” Remus chuckled making you giggle. 

********** 

You woke up to the sound of someone pounding on your door making you sigh as you threw on Remus’s jumper that he had somehow took off with magic but also folded it. You looked at the sleeping naked man in your bed smiling happily before you dragged yourself to the front door and opened it slowly. You saw Lily, James and Sirius stood there with raised brows. 

“Come on get dressed, we’re gonna go see Moony before he has to lock himself away for the moon.” Sirius exclaimed cheerfully as he pushed into the flat, Lily and James following as you stood there with a blank look. 

“Sure, come on in guys.” You scoffed sarcastically as you walked over to the kettle and flicked it on grabbing to cups. 

“Forget the tea. We’ll have tea at Moony’s.” Sirius groaned dramatically as he rested his head on your shoulder watching you make tea. 

“That’s not how I like my tea.” Sirius huffed making you roll your eyes. 

Suddenly the sound of growling was prominent in the room making Sirius spin around to see Remus stood there in only his jeans from yesterday. You raised a brow at Remus stepping away from Sirius making Remus’s face relaxed which for some reason made you grin. You stepped closer to Sirius again putting your hand on Sirius’s chest and Remus glared at him letting out another growl. 

“So hot.” You giggled as you bound over to Remus who instantly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest possessively. 

“Fuck yes! Gimmie my money, gentlemen!” Lily laughed as she held out her hand. 

“Couldn’t of waited till after the moon?” Sirius groaned as he handed over his money. 

“Better than me, I said it would take another 6 months!” James sighed passing his pregnant wife money. 

“Idiots.” You snorted before snuggling into Remus who pecked your forehead gently.  

Fuck yes! You got the hunky werewolf. 

[vixen7243]

Wrong Chat : 6

Kyle x AFAB!Reader x Johnny | TF141 x AFAB!Reader

Masterlist | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6

MDNI!!!

You couldn't completely remember how you got into Johnny's lap, legs spread wide with Kyle greedily kneeling between them. You felt so dazed, whining looking down at him, his eyes glazed over with lust, "Wait, Kyle." Gasping you pushed back into Johnny's chest huffing, digging your finger nails into Johnny's thigh you wiggled your hips trying to shift away from Kyle's tongue. Feeling Johnny chuckle behind you, he shifted your bent legs up his forearms and forced your legs wider and up to your chest, your cunt at Kyle's mercy. Reaching down he gripped your hips, forcing them still in his lap.

"Sweet lass, thought ye said Kyle could get his fill?" Clenching around Kyle's wiggling fingers you moaned at the sensation of Kyle also moaning into your cunt, lips wrapping around your clit, vibrations going straight to your stomach. "Doesn't she taste like heaven Gaz?"

Lifting his head just enough to speak, his mouth released your clit with a pop, huffing he looked right into your eyes, and the sight of your arousal coated around his mouth and dripping down his chin made you silently whine and clench tightly around his fingers, "Bloody addictive gorgeous, could stay buried right here." To emphasize he wiggled and thrusted his fingers into and swiped his thumb over your clit smiling looking down when your hips thrusted up to meet his hand. "So beautiful, could you cum for me again gorgeous?"

Leaning back down he continued to lick and suckle on your clit, fingers finding your sweet spot and stimulating it. "Fuck, Kyle, I'm gonna cum. Please. Please!" Crying out, tears building as your third orgasm from him eating you out, reached a peak, back arching from Johnny's front, head pushed back into his shoulder and eyes rolling, a silent cry coming from your lips.

As Kyle lapped up your juices, slowing his thrusting his fingers, easing your through your orgasm. Sitting back on his hunches, and slowly slid his fingers from your still spasming cunt. The sight of him coated in your juices, sucking on his fingers made your head dizzy. "Fucking delicious." Looking down a little more you could see he was definitely erect, and the thought of him buried in you while Johnny still held you for him to still get his 'fill' made you bite your lip and look at him. "You alright?"

"Want more...please?" Finding that you were able to just barely wiggle your hips you shook your head as he smiled and bent down to eat you out some more, "No, no." Stopping confused he leaned his moist cheek on your inner thigh, petting the other, "I want..." Halting and swallowing the lump in your throat you shyly looked away.

"Tell' em bonnie, what do you want?"

Johnny very well knew exactly what you want, he could, from even his position, see how hard Kyle was, pouting you whispered, "I want your cock... please?"

Groaning, Kyle kissed your thigh and then stood up, "Anything you want baby." Fishing his cock out, your mouth watered, remember what he tasted like from your first night with all of them, figuring there will always be another day you shivered as Johnny repositioned and Kyle leaned over the both of you. One hand rested on the back of the couch, his other holding the base of his cock aligning himself up to your entrance, still restrained by Johnny you were still at Kyle's mercy. "Fuck, you're so tight baby." Slowly easing in, Kyle couldn't look away as his cock stretched your folds, disappearing into you, walls so slick from him eating you out, the only set back is the new stretch and feel of someone knew. As he was bottomed out, he panted waiting for you to be ready, looking up to you then behind you, tightened his hold on the back of the couch with both hands, and slowly pulled out a little and then slammed down. Moaning, it set the pace, pulling out half way and slamming into you, before a rhythm set in, body being continuously pushed into Johnny, closing your eyes, you melted, being driven over and over the edge, walls spasming around Kyle.

Hearing lips connect, and the sound of suckling but no lips on yourself, you cracked your eyes open, and moaned when seeing Kyle and Johnny kissing, Johnny sucking on Kyle's tongue before sliding his own tongue into his mouth, teeth clashing. Cumming at the sight of them making out, Kyle's moans were muffled into Johnny's mouth. As Kyle was moving to pull away, Johnny let go of one of your legs and quickly grabbed the back of his neck and held him in that spot, tongue practically fucking his mouth. Kyle grunted, hips moving faster, fucking you all the way through your orgasm and hurdling you towards another one, "Fuck, my god, Kyle!" Pushing your heel into the couch you started frantically moving your hips meeting each thrust. Both men moaning into the other Johnny then pulled back and re-grabbed your leg and looked down to you smiling.

"I can still taste ye on his tongue bonnie, ye really are delicious." Whining, you twisted your arm free and hooked it around his neck and pulled kissing him at Kyle continued to drill into you, his thumb working your clit, you could feel his cock twitching inside you. Moaning against Johnny's lips you gushed around Kyle again as you felt him cum inside you, hips stuttering and loosing their rhythm. Letting his forehead rest momentarily against your should the both of you huffed.

Sluggishly, Kyle eased himself out of you, and sat beside Johnny, "Shit."

As Johnny eased your legs down you slumped back and over to Kyle, kissing him slowly you moaned as Johnny started moving the both of you, pushing you to your knees, resting one hand on his shoulder and the other on his thigh. "Keep 'er steady fer me Gaz." Freeing his cock, Johnny groaned as he slid himself into you, doing slow pumps at first fascinated at the sight of Kyle's and your cum forming a ring around the base of his cock. Resting your forehead against Kyle's you moaned, rocking into him from Johnny's thrusts, you were so fucked out, you slumped into Kyle, using him to hold yourself up, his hands and Johnny's roaming your body, overstimulating you and pushing you to the edge.

Feeling Johnny cum inside you, you followed after, cumming around him, burying your face into Kyle's neck moaning. "Fucking hell." You whined, ass slumping into the couch when Johnny slipped out and let you go. As Johnny wiped between your legs for you, you laid in Kyle's lap after he cleaned himself up and tucked himself away. Once Johnny had done the same for himself he sat back down and you tucked your legs up into his lap yawning, as they pulled the coffee table closer again and finished the Chinese take out, watching the end of a movie you put on a while ago, a comfortable silence falling over the three of you.

I couldn't help it, all day this scenario plagued my mind. These two using me and fucking making out over my shoulder!!!!! Thanks for letting me dump this here. 🫠🤗 There will be more to cum come.😋

[emithecharmer]

Cold Confessions

Reader is sick, swearing, kissing, friends to lovers, fluff, food, sorry for any mistakes!!

"Delivery for N/n, your best friend is here with food!" You heard Changbin exclaim from outside the door to your apartment.

"Binnie.." You whined as you opened the door.

"Oh my poor sick baby." He pouted, rushing forward to give you a hug.

"Mm, you'll get sick." You warned, letting him hug you anyway.

"Ah, I need a day off anyways." You giggled as he pulled away to shut the door.

"How do you feel? Hot?"

"Thanks for noticing." You winked, lifting your leg a little.

"Okay, so definitely a high fever.." He teased, laughing when you flicked his arm.

"I do feel warm, maybe it's because I have a sweatshirt on though." You noted.

"Well take it off- Is that my sweatshirt?" He paused as he looked at the design.

"Yeah, you left it here last week." You said.

"Ohhh, I thought I'd lost it, you little thief." He said, bringing you in for a slightly aggressive back-hug.

"Finders keepers." You said, wiggling out of his hold, making both of you giggle.

"I'll make dinner, why don't you start a movie of something?" He offered, causing you to hug him again.

"I love you." You smiled at him.

"Mhm, you love food." He rolled his eyes as he said it, making you giggle as you walked back into the living room.

.

"Shit.." You moaned, turning away from the tv's bright light.

"Migraine?" Changbin asked, immediately turning off the tv, glaring quickly at the device that had caused you pain.

"Yeah, I feel nauseous." You furrowed your brows as you felt your stomach churn.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom?" Changbin asked, standing up, ready to help you if need be.

"No..Can I be a boring host and lay down though?" He smiled at your weak tone, before nodding.

"Yeah, do you mind if I lay with you?" You nodded your head.

"If you don't mind me getting even more sick cooties on you." You said. Changbin internally cheered at the fact that you still had a sense of humor, usually when he was sick he got annoyed easily.

"Here, and I'll go get a few things." He said after helping you to your bed. He disappeared for a minute before returning with a trash bin and some medicine.

"Open your eyes for a few seconds and take these meds, and the bin is here if you need it okay?" You nodded, taking the medicine he'd offered. You were already half asleep by the time Changbin had changed into some extra clothes he'd left there, and crawled in bed.

"Hey bin..?" You whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I love you, so much." You smiled sleepily, reaching up a bit to kiss his jaw. He smiled softly at you and gathered the courage to tell you how he felt in the morning. The last thing you remembered was a warm feeling on your shoulder before you drifted off.

"Night pretty girl." Changbin smiled, nuzzling into your shoulder, he'd noticed you were cold and wanted to cuddle you in order to help warm you up.

.

"Morning Binnie." He smiled as he saw you walk out of the bathroom.

"Feel better?" He asked and you nodded, walking up and back-hugging him for a few seconds.

"Thanks for taking care of me." You smiled, shyly.

"It's what best friends are there for." He said, noting the way your eyes darted to the floor before coming back up.

"Yeah, best friends.."

"Except, you don't want to be just friends, right?" He asked cautiously.

"W-Huh?" Your head jerked up.

"Oh..please tell me you meant what you said last night, or did I just completely ruin our friendship?" He asked, seeming panicked.

"Oh God, what did I say?"

"You loved me." You felt your heart stop for a second, seeing the vulnerable look on his face.

"..Do you?" He asked, his tone softer.

"That depends on what your response would be.." You glanced back to the floor, not noticing Changbin getting closer until he was right in front of you. He brought his hand up to you cheek, bringing you closer to him and kissing your deeply.

"I'm so, so in love with you, Y/n." He whispered after pulling away, only to be pulled back in by you for another kiss.

[averysmolbear]

Happy Birthday, Darling Deku!

CW: This is pure fluff for Izuku’s birthday (it’s late and I’m sorry but it’s the first time I’m writing him so I’m also nervous about that too)! It’s an established relationship with aged up characters. Figure on the reader and pro hero!Izuku both being in their twenties. There are some pet names (darling, bunny, babe). This hasn’t been proofread either.

Izuku was nervously excited as he arrived at your apartment complex at the appointed time. While last year the two of you had been casually dating when his birthday rolled around so the day had been celebrated with a large group of friends but now that the two of you were official, you had made a point of planning a dinner for the two of you before you met up with friends for a small gathering. Izuku had happily agreed to it mostly because he knew it would make you happy.

Both of you had worked so he had no idea what you could have planned during the day. You had, however, taken a half day just so you could make sure everything was perfect.

Izuku wasn’t too surprised when you answered the door after only one ring of your doorbell. He was greeted by your smiling face and he, of course, was grinning back.

“Happy birthday, baby!”

Izuku let out a soft laugh, his wrapping around you before he even stepped into your apartment. He lifted you off the ground with ease as he embraced you, causing you to actually squeal with delight. It had to be the young pro hero’s favorite sound.

“Thanks, bunny.” He kissed your temple gently and let his hand slip into yours as you led him inside. “It smells good.”

You smile shyly and shrug, not wanting to brag about how much work you put in to make him his favorite dinner. “I got your mom to show me how to make katsudon for you. I hope you like it.”

His face lit up with the brightest smile at the mention of his favorite meal. “You got my mom to help?”

You laughed with a quick shrug of your shoulders as you led him straight into the kitchen. “I got her on the phone to walk me through making it anyway. She was happy to help actually and well, I just hope I didn’t mess it up.”

Izuku knew you could sometimes be a bit of a perfectionist so he smiled and shook his head when you looked at him. He cupped your chin gently, his heart fluttering as you looked up at him. “It’ll be perfect. I know it already.”

You rolled your eyes and waved him off but his arms wrapped around your waist. He pulled you close and nuzzled your neck softly before placing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“I mean it, bunny. I know it’s going to be perfect.”

You wiggled your way out of his grasp, making your boyfriend laugh. Once he was sitting at the kitchen table, you put down the plates. Izuku grabbed your wrist and kissed the top of your hand gently before you could even sit down.

As you both sat and ate, Izuku complimented the food more times that you could count, each time sounding more sincere than the last. When he found out you made more but only picked the perfect two for dinner, he begged you to let him take some of the extras home.

You just laughed and reminded him that you still had to meet with friends. The pout he gave you made you promise to drop off lunch for Izuku the next day at his pro hero agency. You cleaned up the dishes and walked back to the table with a small box, wrapped in shiny red paper.

You sat on Izuku’s lap and handed him the gift. “I hope you like it. I know it’s just a tiny thing but … well, it’s a pretty big deal.”

Izuku tilted his head to the side as he looked at you. He looked at the small rectangular box now in his hand. The small tag read ‘to my darling Deku’ which made him grin. He was incredibly careful as he unwrapped it and opened the box. He placed the box on the table after seeing the gift inside, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

“Bunny, that’s too much.”

You laughed and shook your head but soon Izuku was covering your cheek in soft kisses. “You like it?”

That was clearly a dumb question. Especially when Izuku looked at you with his eyes shining and the biggest grin on his face.

“It’s a key to your place. Of course I like it,” he excitedly said, nodding. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. You’re here so much anyway. You deserve a key.”

Izuku nuzzled his nose in your neck before kissing your shoulder softly. His grin soon turned into a more sly smile. “I think we’re going to have to be late for meeting our friends. You deserve a proper thank you for a gift this important.”

Before you could even argue, he was scooping you up in his arms and carrying you out of the kitchen. And who were you to deny the birthday boy?

[hardstraykidshours]

little bit of fun

pairing: minho x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, 18+ (minors dni)

summary: you're having the perfect day with minho, but you both decide it needs a little more excitement.

length: 3.1k

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, dom!minho (hard and soft), sub!reader, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), thigh riding, blow job, restraints, blindfold, fingering (f. receiving), pussy slapping, cream pie, teasing if you squint (f. receiving), pet names ("baby," "princess," "beautiful"), praise praise praise, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

today was one of your favorite kinds of days with minho. you both hadn’t left the house all day, instead choosing to just veg out on the couch and binge watch the newest netflix shows. the only time you ever got up from the couch was to get water or coffee, go to the bathroom, or get some of the amazing food minho would cook for you throughout the day. before you even knew, the sun was already set. some people might feel like the day had been wasted, but in that moment, while you're snuggled up on the couch with him with the fairy lights in your living room dimly illuminating the room, you can’t think of a better way to spend your day.

the end credits to the final episode of the show you were watching start playing on the screen, indicating the perfect time for a break. you have your head laying in minho’s lap while he plays with your hair. you wiggle around so you're looking up at him, giving him a soft smile. he leans down and places a kiss on your forehead, making you let out a content hum.

“i love you,” you say quietly.

“i love you, too,” he says with a smile, continuing to play with your hair.

“today was fun, i feel like a relaxing day is just what we needed,” you say.

“i agree,” he responds with a nod. “today’s perfect.”

you both just stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. you watch as the lights in the room highlight every little feature on face and make his dark brown eyes look like galaxies. every time you look at minho you know there isn’t another person in the world that you could possibly love more, and he always make sure to let you know that he feels the same way about you.

although today had been so incredibly relaxing, you're suddenly in the mood to do something a little more exciting. you lift your head and situate yourself so you’re sitting on his lap straddling him, draping your arms over his shoulders so you can play with his hair at the nape of his neck. he can tell you want to say something so he raises his eyebrows at you, silently prompting you to say what’s on your mind.

“today truthfully has been so nice, and i’ve loved chilling out with you,” you begin. “but what do you say to doing something a little more fun now?”

you feel your ears and cheeks grow red at your own proposition.

“what did you have in mind?” he inquires, feigning ignorance. he’s acting like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about, but you can see the lust growing in his eyes with every second, indicating to you that he’s on exactly the same page. you can tell he’s just being a tease and wants to hear you say it out loud.

“well,” you start shyly. “i was thinking maybe i could take care of you a little bit.”

with that, you start to lightly grind yourself across his crotch, warranting a very faint moan from minho.

“i think that sounds like a good idea,” he smirks as he pulls you closer to him to begin peppering kisses on your neck.

you continue to rub yourself against him, feeling his cock growing underneath you as a wet spot forms in your underwear. the only sounds slipping out of both of you are gentle grunts and soft moans.

you kiss him fervently one time before sliding yourself off his lap and onto his thigh, where you continue to grind down. you know you're supposed to be taking care of him, but you’ve always loved minho’s thighs, and you just can’t help but rub yourself onto them, the only things separating you from total bliss are your thin pajama shorts and soaking wet panties. minho bites down on his lip as he watches you, his hands reaching over to grasp your hips. he flexes his thigh underneath you as he ever so slightly pushes you down onto him.

“fuck,” you moan out.

continuing to grind against his thigh, you reach for minho’s pants, quickly unbuttoning them and unzipping them just enough for you to reach into his boxers and pull his cock free. he’s already painfully hard. you rub your thumb across the tip, wiping his precum onto your hand, which you use to give him a few solid pumps. he throws his back as a strained moan escapes him. you grin at the thought that you can make a guy like him crumble with just a little touch.

you pump him a few more times while you ride his thigh before you lift yourself off of him and get on your knees on the floor, settling between his legs. he looks down at you with hooded eyes, and you look back at him up through your lashes, giving him your best doe eyes as you lick a long, clean stripe up his cock, causing it to twitch at your touch. his breath hitches when you suck ever so slightly at the sensitive spot just below the tip. you finally take his cock in your mouth as you begin to bob your head up and down. his hands find their way into your hair and hold it like a ponytail while he moans as you continue your work. tears start to prick up in your eyes as you feel the tip of his cock gently brush the back of your throat.

“that’s my good girl,” minho moans. you hum around him, sending shockwaves of arousal through him at the vibration.

as much as minho loves watching you take him on your knees, a thought crosses his mind, and he now has his own idea for how to make tonight a little more fun.

he uses your hair in his hands to pull your head slightly, making your mouth leave his cock with a slight pop. minho loves how swollen and wet your lips look after sucking him off, and he can't help but kiss them.

“that was amazing, baby,” he states. “but if it’s alright, i have an idea for how to make tonight extra fun.”

the absolute seduction that dances through his voice with his statement is enough to make your pussy drip in anticipation.

“ok,” you agree with a grin.

he tucks his cock back into his pants before he reaches down to pick you up and carry you to the bedroom.

“strip,” he commands softly as he places you standing up. you both work quickly to rid yourselves of your clothes.

you crawl onto the bed and lay down to get ready for him. you see him reach under the bed, and your pussy clenches around nothing when you realize what he’s grabbing under there. he places a dark wooden box on the side table. he opens it and pulls out his favorite leather restraints. minho turns back to you and crawls on the bed to start securing them to the bedframe.

"can i tie you up for me?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"yes," you plead. arousal shoots to your core like fire as he gently takes your wrists in his hand and ties them into the leather restraints one by one.

“pull,” he says. you tug on the straps around your wrists, not getting too far before the rope tying you to the bedframe goes taut. he smiles as he admires how gentle your pretty little wrists look compared to the unforgiving leather. “perfect.”

he reaches back into the box on the nightstand and pulls out two more restraints, which he uses to tie up your ankles. just the scene alone is turning you on so much that you’re pretty sure you're already dripping onto the bed sheets. you squirm in the restraints to try and rub your thighs together to no avail.

he smirks as he crawls his way up your body, touching every single part of you.

“you look so pretty, baby,” he coos. “look so beautiful all tied up for me.”

you blush at his words.

“does my baby like that? you like being called beautiful?” he says teasingly.

you nod timidly. “yes.”

“well in that case,” he leans in closer to your ear, peppering kisses on your neck along the way. “you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever laid my eyes on. i especially like the way your pretty little wrists and ankles look all tied up with those big leather cuffs.”

you struggle slightly against the restraints, desperate to touch him, to show him the things he’s doing to you.

“you had your time to touch me, princess, and you did so good,” he whispers as he kisses the spot just below your ear. “but it’s my turn to touch you now.”

you whimper at his words.

“i’ve got something new for us to try,” he reaches into the wooden box for the third time and pulls out a satin blindfold.

goosebumps prick up on your skin in anticipation that not only was he robbing you of your touch tonight, but your sight as well.

“do you wanna try this?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“yes,” you pant out, realizing how desperate you sound. “please.”

“can do,” he grins. he climbs back over you as he gently reaches around your head to tie the blindfold over your eyes. he admires you laying there in front of him, completely at his mercy. “absolutely gorgeous.”

“min, please,” you squirm beneath him. “please touch me. i'm yours."

without saying anything, his nimble hands are quick to touch your body. he brushes them up and down your torso before they land on your breasts. he nibbles and sucks on your neck, one hand massaging one tit while the other rolls your other nipple between his fingers. your back arches and your breath hitches at the sensation, everything feels even more amplified with two of your senses taken away. he smiles against your skin as he continues to leave hickies on your neck, loving how extra reactive you are to his touch now.

he uses one hand to hold himself up as the other makes its way down your body, stopping to rub small circles on your clit. you mewl at his touch. he moves his fingers down to rub them up and down between your dripping folds.

“such a good girl, so wet for me already,” he coos down at you as he gently pushes two fingers into you, making you gasp.

he slowly pushes his digits in and out of you, gently rubbing that sweet spot inside you as his thumb works on your clit. with your heightened reactions to his touch, you swear you already feel your orgasm approaching. minho watches your wrists as they tug on the restraints ever so slightly more, and he watches as your mouth falls open with a gasp, the satin blindfold sticking ever so slightly to the sheen of sweat on your forehead. he can tell you're getting close, but once he feels you clench around his fingers, he knows you’re only seconds away from your high.

“you’re doing good. be a good girl and cum for me, princess,” he says.

those words are all it takes for your orgasm to come barreling towards you. your legs shake, and your arms and legs test the limits of the leather restraints as you moan his name out like a mantra. your walls flutter around his fingers while he continues to rub your clit. you finally catch your breath, and he slowly pulls his fingers out of you. he begins to kiss up your body. you feel him start at your ankles, kissing where your skin meets the leather. he then works his way up your whole body. it feels like he doesn't miss a square inch of your body. he finally lands on your wrists, once again gently kissing where your flesh meets the stiff material. he finishes off with a soft kiss to your cheek. the crazy thing is, even though you can’t see him or touch him, you still feel so connected to him. he just has a way of making you feel so special and loved, even when you’re literally tied up and blindfolded underneath him.

“this feels incredible, min," you said, your breath still a little ragged

“you’re doing so well,” he responds. “do you have one more in you?”

“yes,” you nod quickly. “please.”

“perfect. just focus on how it all feels, beautiful,” he kisses you one last time. you blush once again at the nickname.

minho looks at you all tied up for him. he’s restrained you before but never with the addition of the blindfold. he can tell you’re feeling everything more intensely right now, but he’s curious just how intensely. there’s something you both have talked about before but you’ve never tried, and he’s curious how it would feel under this set of circumstances. you can practically hear the gears turning in his head through the silence that's fallen over the room. little do you know that he’s currently licking a long stripe up the palm of his hand.

“min-” you’re barely able to get his name out before you feel his hand slapping your pussy. 

“oh fuck!” you practically scream out, back arching, limbs once again tugging on the leather cuffs. “holy shit!”

your lack of senses plus your already sensitive cunt make the sensation of him slapping your pussy feel like heaven on earth. minho smirks when he sees your reaction.

“good girl,” he moans at you, placing another smack right on your pussy.

the breathy whimpers and moans escaping your lips right now are enough to make his cock twitch, but that paired with sight of you writhing against your leather cuffs, blindfold and all? that could practically make him cum on sight.

“min,” you gasp. “i need you inside me.”

“whatever you need, princess,” he replies.

he lowers himself, so he’s hovering over you again, resting between your legs. he takes his agonizingly hard cock in his hands and brushes it across your clit and down your folds before settling right at the entrance to your pussy. he slowly pushes himself inside you, grunting when he bottoms out. you gasp at the feeling. he fills you up so well, and that's only amplified when his touch is all you can focus on. you swear you feel every miniscule detail of his cock against your walls. you clench around him, causing you both to moan. he finally starts thrusting in and out of you.

“you feel so good, princess. like your cunt was made for me,” he whispers in between thrusts.

“just for you,” you moan out.

he snakes his free hand in between your bodies to start rubbing your clit while his dick slides into you, hitting that perfect spot inside you with each thrust.

“you’re doing so good, princess. taking me so well,” he nibbles on your earlobe.

“i’m close. gonna cum again,” you whimper.

“go ahead, princess,” he reassures you.

You once again feel your high crashing down on you. even with the blindfold, you swear you’re seeing stars as minho brings you to your second (and most intense) orgasm of the night. your legs quiver, and your arms brace against the restraints. you want nothing more than to scrape your fingers down his back right now. your cunt pulses around him as you coat his dick with your cum. he continues to rub slow circles on your clit to drain you of every last ounce of pleasure as you come down from the high of your orgasm.

“good girl. you did so good,” he mutters to you as he continues to thrust into you, getting ready to chase his high as well.

with your vision gone, you’re acutely aware of every little movement he makes within you, so when you feel his dick twitch ever so slightly, you know he’s getting close. “cum inside me, min. please. i need you to cum in me.”

“shit, shit, shit,” he whispers. a few more thrusts is all it takes before he spills himself inside you, practically painting your pussy with his cum. he halts his movements, moaning your name in between jagged breaths and strained whimpers until you no longer feel his cock twitching within you.

he pulls out of you slowly, causing you to clench at the sudden emptiness. he watches with a grin as this makes some of his cum spill out of you, leaking onto your thighs and onto the sheets. he almost collapses on top of you from exhaustion, but he’s careful to not crush you.

he lifts the blindfold off of your eyes. you stare up at him with slightly dazed eyes and rosy cheeks.

“hi,” you giggle out.

“hi,” he lets out a chuckle before kissing you on the cheek. “you did so good tonight, baby.”

“thank you,” you blush.

he sits up on his knees, straddling your body as he unties your wrists. he sees slight marks on your wrists from where the leather strap strained against your skin, and he takes his time to place soft kisses on every single mark they’ve left. crawling down your body, he unties your ankles and places little pecks on all the marks left on them as well. minho has used the restraints on you enough times to know that they don’t actually hurt you, but he’s always so tender with you afterwards regardless.

he gets up to go to the bathroom and comes back with a warm, damp towel. he sits on the bed between your legs as he begins to clean you up extra good, making sure to also wipe up the little bit that has leaked onto the sheets. he throws the towel onto the bathroom floor before crawling back into bed with you. he curls up next to you so both of you are looking at each other.

“you really are so beautiful,” he says quietly.

“thank you,” you respond. “you’re the prettiest person i’ve ever seen.”

he blushes but he tries to hide it. “thanks,” he says with a sheepish grin.

you place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“can we take a bath together tonight?” you ask excitedly, smile wide on your face.

minho smiles back. “of course we can!”

he crawls out of bed to pick you up to carry you to the bathroom.

“but after we’re done, it's your turn to choose the netflix show,” he states, making you both laugh.

[shadowphoenixrider]

Tonight part 2

(Part 1)

(Continuation of the smut fic - things are only going to heat up between Shadow and Gambit from here. Nsfw from here onwards, enjoy!)

Gambit flashed me an arched brow and devilish grin before he moved, swiftly divesting me of my trousers, underwear and socks in quick, experienced motions, tossing them aside. He smoothly slid down the bed, and it was only when he lifted one of my legs to settle over his shoulder that I realized what his scheme was.

"W-Wait, Gambit!" I gasped, grabbing uselessly at him.

"It okay Shadow," he said softly, gently rubbing his thumb against my inner thigh. "Gambit know a little something that'll make you feel good, but not as intense as before." His dark eyes lifted to meet mine. "Please?"

I debated for a moment - regardless of his previous mischief, there was an earnest look in his eyes, the traces of his previous lust temporarily gone. And admittedly, I was a little curious as to what he had in mind.

"Okay." I nodded. Gambit leant up to press a kiss over the strip of dark hair that led from my belly button down to the thicker patch over my mound, looking up at me from under his eyelashes and smiling warmly.

"Trust me, chère." He spoke, before he buried his head between my thighs, and I felt the broad flat of his tongue drag over me. I tensed against the flash of sensation against over-sensitive skin, but it wasn't as overwhelming as I expected. Gambit kept his movements slow and gentle, taking great pains to actually avoid anything that intensify the feelings - like my clit - choosing instead to delve as deeply into me as his tongue could reach, lapping gently at my inner walls. Desire began to pool inside again me once more at this sedate, almost soothing pace, and I sighed softly, letting myself relax into it.

As soon as my over-stimulation had passed and I began to rock my hips into his face, however, Gambit took that moment to move away, crawling back up my body. I whined at the loss of him, and he grinned smugly, mouth glistening.

"Now now chère, one thing at a time," he said, making a show of wiping his mouth and licking his hand clean. "You taste so good dat Gambit can't help himself, but he also want dis night to last. D'accord?"

I shook my head at him, propping myself up on my elbows, annoyed that I couldn't help but smile at him.

"You're such a twat." I said instead, giggling when he gasped, eyes wide, dramatically feigning hurt.

"Oh, is dat how ya gonna treat Gambit after all he did to help with ya problem?" He exclaimed, pressing a hand against his chest and trying not to grin as I playfully shoved him. "And here Gambit thought we be friends, mon amie!"

"Friends that are going to have quite the laundry day when we're finished." I commented, glancing down at the pile of my clothes on the floor.

"Sure we can find ways to pass de time, non?" Gambit grinned devilishly, wiggling his eyebrows.

"We are not fucking in the laundry room." I said firmly, pointing at him.

"Never said we would." He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against my finger. "You de one who immediately thought 'bout foolin' around in dere." His grin widened, voice lowering. "Not dat Gambit'd mind..."

"Oy, you." I gently flicked the tip of his nose, giggling when he scrunched it in response. "Need I remind you that you're the reason we're like this in the first place?"

"And you had a hand in dat, mon amie." Gambit's low voice became a warm rumble, and he caught my hand in his, bringing it to his mouth. He pressed soft a kiss to my knuckles, and my heart jumped under my sternum, heat rushing to my cheeks.

"Heh, you got me there." I chuckled shyly, caught off guard by the sweet gesture. Even more so when he just smiled, a warm one that reached his eyes.

I found myself enjoying this quiet, peaceful moment we'd found ourselves in. It'd be bordering on romantic, were our naked lower halves not tangled together, with Gambit's hard arousal pressed between us.

"We should probably do something about that." I said aloud. Gambit raised an eyebrow, confused. "I was just thinking, we should do something about thiss..."

I wrapped my hand around his thick length, slowly stroking from base to tip, and watched with rapt excitement as Gambit's expression melted, his eyelids fluttering and hips bucking into me. My stomach dropped, that hot throb pulsing deliciously deep into my pelvis to kindle the cinders the Cajun had relit only minutes before.

"Mmmm...I agree, chère." He purred. In a flash, mischievous lust was back on his face, clasping my hand with his to hold me still. "But first, Gambit wanna see all of you."

"Only if I get to see all of you too." I smirked. He chuckled.

"But of course, chère..."

Luckily, we only had our shirts to strip off, and Gambit blinked in surprise when I tossed mine to join with the rest of my clothes.

"No bra, mon amie?" He asked, eyes flicking up and down me as if I'd stashed it on my person somehow. I couldn't resist giggling at how earnestly confused he sounded, regardless of our current situation.

"No, not today. Very lucky my tits are small enough that I don't need one if I'm not doing anything important like training." I explained, grinning when his eyes darkened as the penny dropped.

"So, you mean to tell Gambit," he slowly leaned forward, caging me in with his large, lithe body, "you been struttin' around de mansion without a bra dis whole time?" The way his stare burned into my eyes, his irises merely slim rings of fire, sent pleasant shivers down my spine.

"Ever since we were left home alone together..." I purred, arching my back enticingly.

"You little minx." Gambit growled, and then we were kissing frantically again, tasting myself on his tongue. He wasted no time pinning me down, grasping my breast and squeezing tightly, making me gasp and send gorgeous hot lances into the apex of my thighs. He did the same to my other breast, swallowing my cries in his mouth.

"Fuck, Gambit!" I moaned, as his hands continued to rhythmically squeeze and caress me, the feeling of his bare skin against me setting off sparks within me.

"Dat's the idea, chère." He chuckled darkly, flicking his tongue against my parted lips. "I think you been dreamin' of dat, haven't ya? Gambit deep inside ya, takin' what he wants?"

Such delicious, lurid images those words conjured; I was helpless to resist the shuddery breath and the exquisite electric shiver they elicited.

"Yess..." I confessed, heat flaring in my face at a secret exposed and how his eyes widened eagerly in realization. "God, Gambit, the things I've wanted you to do to me..."

He growled again with a wicked smile, kissing insistently at the juncture of my jaw and neck. I threw my head back to grant him room to leave his hungry kisses, which he did with great enthusiasm.

"Feeling's mutual, chère." He spoke hotly into my neck. "Gambit been dreamin' of you, what you'd feel against him, what you'd sound like..." He dragged his tongue over my pounding pulse, making me sigh blissfully. "We gon' make dis a night to remember."

"Absolutely." I breathed. "I'm all yours."

He kissed my jaw, and I caught his eyes for a moment.

"Thank you, chère," he said, oddly reverent. Not that I had time to think about that though, as he then bit me on my neck - hard.

"Ah! Fuck!" I cried, which slowly collapsed into a groan as he sucked on the spot in a way that absolutely would leave a mark. "Gambit...!"

"Dey gonna figure it out sooner or later, chère." He claimed, running his tongue over his handiwork. "If dey don't already know..."

I frowned thoughtfully, remembering Jubilee's reaction to our flirting, and a sideways look Rogue had given Logan when he'd made a sly comment about 'Gumbo' being distracted in the Danger Room.

"Yeah, wouldn't surprise me, actually..." I muttered - were we really that obvious?

My train of thought was swiftly derailed by a firm squeeze of both my breasts.

"But let's stop thinkin' of them, chère." Gambit said smoothly. "Let Gambit take it from here."

With that, he was sliding down my body, dropping kisses along the way until he reached my breasts, fixing his attentions on them. He began to lavish them with his mouth: kissing, licking and occasionally nipping - anything to tease out sighs, gasps and moans from me, stoking the fire growing within me. I tangled my hand into his hair, holding him close and loosening his pony tail.

Gambit hummed against me, flicking his obsidian and crimson gaze up to meet mine as he worked. Distracted by his mesmerisingly beautiful eyes, I didn't notice his sleight of hand until those clever fingers were pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves at my apex, sending bolts of white-hot pleasure straight through me. I crumbled into a high-pitched moan, arching my back.

"So beautiful, chérie." He murmured deeply. "Gambit could watch you all night."

His fingers continued to toy with me, brushing through my folds, winding my pleasure further and further into that tight coil at the base of my pelvis. Hungry demands were soon made - demands to fill the yawning emptiness between my thighs.

"Remy, I need you!" I tugged on his hair, and he uttered a stuttery breath into my chest.

"One moment, chère," he said, reaching over to rummage in the drawer of a bedside table. I frowned briefly in confusion until a silver foil flashed between his fingers. Oh, yeah. Forgot about that.

In a practised motion, Gambit slid the condom on and lined himself up, tracing his fingers over the swell of my stomach and curves of my hips.

"Ready, chère?" He asked. I nodded, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips.

"More than ready, Cajun."

Gambit flashed me a grin, before carefully pushing inside. Despite my arousal, he was definitely thicker than his fingers, yet regardless of the discomfort of my inner walls being stretched, the sensation itself was extraordinary. That hand-in-hand with being filled after a long emptiness - that had me moaning and my toes curling. Gambit himself couldn't restrain a groan as he bottomed out, bowing his head and curling his fingers into the bedsheets

"Merde, Shadow, you feel so good!" He cursed.

"You're telling me, Rem. God..."

We stayed like this for a couple of minutes, letting ourselves adapt to our joining. Even with the necessary latex barrier, it was a lot to take in; the heat, the pressure, the riot of exquisite sensation that was him in me.

And then, slowly, Gambit began to move.

He pulled back until he was almost out, then smoothly slid back in to the hilt. A deliberate, almost languid rhythm, drawing soft sighs and groans from us both as we savoured our pleasure. However, it didn't take long before my impatience got the better of me, and I wrapped my legs around Gambit's waist, trying to urge him deeper. His eyes flashed with mischief.

"Oh, it gonna be like that, chère?" A wicked grin that sent electric shivers all over me. "By all means. Let's have some fun..."

And with that, his pace quickened immediately, the Cajun's hips snapping hard up against mine. I rewarded him with a moan, arching my back at the sharp lick of pain-pleasure.

"Dat's it chérie, just like that..." He crooned deeply. "Gambit only need to get a li'l rough an' ya melt under him."

Gambit leant over me, lowering his head to my ear and subtly changing his angle to drive in deeper. "Dis what ya wanted, Shadow? Gambit fuckin' ya thoughts right outta ya head?"

"Y-yes!" Was my gasped response. He cackled.

"I know what ya be about, chérie. Pretendin' ya got de upper hand, dat ya can handle yourself. But de minute someone puts you in ya place," a particularly hard thrust that chased the breath from me, "ya fold right under dem."

More of his sultry, sinful words lit fires all over me, and along with his relentless pace, it felt I was being woven into Gambit's spell, from which there'd be no escape. Oh, and that was a pleasurable thought...

"Dat's it chérie, give yourself to me." Gambit groaned, flicking back his hair as it started escaping its tie, falling into his face. "Gambit give ya everything ya need."

"Please, Remy, please!" I begged nonsensically, grasping at his back. He hissed as my nails dug into him, his pace not faltering for a second.

We were losing ourselves now, Gambit muttering in both of his tongues, and I gasping and moaning both his names and what fragments of encouragement my pleasure-fogged mind could pluck from the haze. It was so good, so much, and a part of me hoped it would never end. Yet I felt it, that familiar internal tightness, the building pressure under my skin and at the base of my spine.

"R-Remy, I'm, I'm almost there-!" I gasped. "I need-"

"I'm here Shadow, I gotchu." Gambit breathed.

He shifted his balance, bowing further over me. Then his thumb pressed against my clit and I saw stars. From being tighter than a compressed spring to the relief of pure ecstasy - I think I cried out, arching my back like a bow at full draw, clinging to Remy as my anchor as my powers flared again with my orgasm, the sheer intensity threatening to wash me away as I heard his own body's chorus rise alongside mine.

He didn't stop, chasing his own release until he came too with a barrage of curses, his own white-knuckled grip on my hips grounding the both of us.

The warm backwash after the tsunami had us slowly collapse onto one another, sweaty foreheads pressed together and panting hard. Gambit recovered first, lifting himself up with a grunt and reluctantly wriggling out of my arms.

"Lemme deal wit dis first, chère." He murmured thickly, raspy with exertion. "Den Gambit all yours."

He pulled out carefully, stripping off the condom before he returned to my side, gathering me up in his arms. I reached up to him, gently tugging the now very loose hair tie free, letting the rest of his reddish brown hair cascade over his shoulders. I sank my fingers into it, and Gambit leaned into my touch. He smiled wistfully, his gorgeous dark eyes soft as he traced a finger over my front, following the patterns of the moles that freckled over my body. I was struck by how beautiful he looked in this quiet moment, a softer, gentler warmth rising in my chest. I was so lucky to be allowed the privilege to see him like this.

"Thank you," I said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes.

"What for?" He asked, his brows lifting.

"For this." I chuckled. "'Taking care of me', remember?"

He chuckled too, a deep, rich sound that made my heart do a funny flip under my sternum.

"Gambit always happy to help, mon amie." He mirrored my gesture, tucking a curl behind my ear. My eyes began to droop, the combination of the soft bed, warm body and previous exertions now working against me.

"'M sorry." I mumbled. "I wanna do more, but I'm tired..."

"No apologies, chère." Gambit shook his head. "If ya need to rest, rest."

"But I feel like I'm letting you down..." I looked away.

He uttered a 'hah!' noise, before gently curling a finger under my chin, turning my face back to his.

"Tonight already be more den I ever dreamed of," he said softly, expression sincere. "I hope it be for you too?"

"Oh, yeah, definitely." I nodded. "But-"

"Non." Gambit's tone was firm this time. "What matters is dat we had fun. Dere be time for more in future." He smiled, his voice gentling. "If ya want?"

"I do." Despite my fatigue, I beamed at him. "Shit, Remy, I've wanted this for so long..."

"Same here." Gambit replied with his own wide smile. "But what matters right now is dat Gambit get to wake up next to you in de mornin'."

My heart did that strange flip again, missing an entire beat. The Cajun suddenly became shy, second-guessing himself.

"B-But Gambit can take you back to your room, if you want." He stuttered.

"Oh no, no." I quickly assured him. "Waking up next to you sounds good!" I smiled sadly. "It's...I've missed the feeling."

The way Gambit's face lit up made my heart a little weird again, before he grinned, pulling me close.

"Alright den, let's get you some rest, mon amie." Gambit picked me up, pulling the bedsheets aside before settling us back down - him on his back with me on top. I nuzzled close to him, as he reached over to flick off the light, and I tucked myself up under his chin. Warm, safe, secure, and with his steady pulse under my ear, I began to rapidly succumb to my drowsiness.

Yet, a thought occurred to me.

"My powers..." I mumbled. "Coulda stopped a pregnancy without a condom..." Gambit made a 'tsk' noise, shaking his head and gently pressing a finger to my lips.

"No more talk 'til de mornin', petite."

"Mmrn, fine." I grumbled, jostled slightly by Gambit's deep chuckle.

Regardless, in the darkness, in his arms and leaning against his chest, I lost the battle with my fatigue. Just before I slipped into blissful unconsciousness, I heard Gambit whisper:

"Sweet dreams, chérie."

---

Gambit woke with a start later that night, pulling in a breath. He was briefly confused when he felt the warm presence of another person beside him, until he looked over.

Shadow was fast asleep, her expression smoothed out in her slumber. She looked so peaceful, almost innocent and pure - regardless of the night they'd shared hours before, full of passion and heat and lust.

He reached over, carefully brushing the curly hair that had fallen over her face away. She shifted in her dream, smiling in a way that made his heart ache.

Gambit sighed.

"I'm sorry, mon amie." He whispered. "I think I've fallen in love with you."

[wildbornsiren]

Kinktober Day 2: Sex Toys || Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia/F!Reader.

Day 2: Sex Toys

Summary: Mickey asks you to show him what you like. You oblige. 

One shot: 999 words Female/AFAB reader

Warning: sex toys, masturbation, voyeurism 

Notes:  For #kinktober2022. Reminder that these will not have part twos, or continuations. Please follow @wbslibrary​ since tag lists are gone. (I appreciate ya’ll so much but it was stressing me out, and I was worried I’d miss someone). Thanks @writercole for looking this over. Comments and sharing let me know you love me, likes are appreciated. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.

Mickey has settled into your bed like it was made for him. Granted, the WSO had slid into your life and settled into a gap you didn't know you had. He's draped over your chest and torso, head resting against your shoulders. He stretches under your hands with a sound that sounds akin to a purr. Muscles ripple under golden skin, and his back arches under the slow scrape of your nails.

"That feels nice." His voice is lazy and soft. The tension had eased from his body the instant he had walked through your apartment door. The two of you had left destruction in your wake, a trail of clothes and crooked picture frames led the way to your bedroom.

Kissing Mickey was always electric, a biting heat melding into absolute sweetness. He would kiss along your neck, collar bones, hands smoothing up your torso, nimble fingers teasing your nipples as he kissed you properly, swallowing your sounds of pleasure.

You were down to your panties, and Mickey was in his boxers. He was warm and heavy, the press of his body so comfortable and calming. He wasn't shy about his body, or his open adoration of yours-- yet he hadn't made the move to go any further than where you were now. You had dropped hints, and he would tease and tempt, stopping just short of giving you what you needed.

"Mickey?"

"Mm?" He murmurs, turning his head to look at you through his lashes.

"Do you want to fuck?"

There are a few agonizing minutes of silence. Your heart is thundering in your chest. "I do baby." He finally says.

"I feel like there's a 'but' here "

"I haven't had a lot of chances to..." He clears his throat. "I mean I've had a couple chances, but they haven't been that great." His lips brush your collar bone as he speaks.

"Do you want me to show you?" You bite your lower lip, "Show you how I like it?"

He lifts his head, eyes dark, focused on you. "You going to show me something good cariño?" He presses a kiss to your cheek, rolling off you and sitting up.

You roll onto your side, rummaging in the bedside table drawer. Taking a steadying breath, you set the bottle of lube on the table and the dildo on the bed next to you. Taking the time to adjust the pillows so you're propped up just right, you smile a little shyly at him. Mickey smiles back, and the nerves evaporate.

Carefully you wiggle out of your panties, Mickey leaning forward to draw them down your calves and off your legs entirely. You see his breath hitch, and he licks his lips, eyes devouring your frame. His fingers tease over the damp fabric, before he licks it, eyes meeting yours.

Your hands wander, cupping your breasts, fingers teasing and rolling your nipples. Your head falls back, breath hitching, the slow ache of pleasure rolling though you. The bed shifts slightly, Mickey settling cross-legged between your legs when they fall open. His eyes never leave your body, intense on you as he watches the slide of your hand down your torso, how your fingers graze your folds just so, the way your hips arch instinctively.

“You’re so beautiful,” He murmurs, fingertips gently brushing along your calf. “Show me more?”

The groan that slides past his full lips burns its way into your mind, one of your fingers teasing along your slit. You were already wound up from the way he was kissing you, but the fact that he’s so close, watching you like this—makes you even wetter. The press of your finger inside elicits a whine from you, working it slowly in and out of the tight heat between your legs. He leans closer, you can feel his breath against your thighs, the softest kiss to your skin when you add another finger.

“That’s it cariño. Do it for me please,” he presses another kiss to the inside of your thigh, his tongue dragging over your skin, stopping just short of where you really want it. You scissor your fingers, feeling the easy stretch of your body, flushing at how bare and open you are for him. You clench around your fingers, needing more, wanting to be filled completely. Shivers work through you, frantically fucking your fingers into your pussy, rubbing at your clit with your thumb.

“Mickey…”

“I need you to show me how to fuck you.” He whispers, kissing your stomach. “Come on the toy for me baby, please.”

You groan as you ease your fingers free, hands trembling slightly as you fumble with the cap to the lube. Your head falls back unable to stop the needy sound that works its way from your throat when Mickey’s fingers press into you. Thicker than your own, he mimics the pace and easy thrusts that you were doing moments ago. He grins wickedly, curling them, angling just right, starbursts erupting in your vision. When you grip his wrist, he pulls out, settling back on the bed. Your eyes roll back when you push the toy into your pussy, feeling your body stretch to accept the thickness.

Giving in to the pleasure that’s wracked your system you fuck yourself with it. Deliberate and slow, taking each inch, angling it just right so it catches your clit as well. Slick coats your hand, hips arched, moving against it, meeting each thrust and taking it easily. Heat gathers low in your belly as you speed up, needy whimpers; Mickey’s name getting caught in your throat. His tongue drags from your collar bone, up your neck, pausing to suck lightly at the throbbing pulse point, his teeth nipping before he’s moving on. Mickey kisses you, swallowing whatever sounds you make, greedily claiming your mouth, one hand tipping your chin up, the other sliding between the two of you.

“I’ve seen enough cariño.” He says, voice thick. “I’m a quick study.”

[asmutwriter]

Threeway (Dean x f!reader)

DESCRIPTION: (Season 11) whilst having a girls night out you bump into none other then Dean Winchester

A/N - this is the first time I’ve written a three way so please be kind even if it is bad

A/N - This was part of my ‘You Saved Me’ story I had however I didn’t like it as part of the story line so I’ve made it its own one shot story

WORD COUNT: 3988

One Shots / ‘You Saved Me’

WARNINGS: drinking, sexual talk, flirting, swearing, smut, threesome (1 male, 2 female), bathroom sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), dom reader, switch Dean, sub female, unprotected sex, creampie

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

NINE MONTHS LATER

“Someone has to do karaoke with me. It’s a matter of life or death” you friend Mel says. You had gone out for a night out with the girlies. Well more of a weekend out. You and four others for a girl’s holiday filled with alcohol. You, Mel, Justine, Izzy, and Tash. 

“I don’t know. I think if any one of us is caught singing it’ll be the death of our eardrums” you respond to your friends comment. She pulls a face as the mocks you before smiling and grabbing your friend, Izzy’s, arm

"Help me” she mouths at you as she gets dragged onto the stage. You put your hand up to your ear. Then motioning at the place 

“Sorry can’t hear you. Music’s to laud. Good luck” you smile at her. Tash smiles

“I’m going to go get us three some more drinks” she stands up. Smiling at you as Justine shakes her head

“No. No more. If I drink more within the next hour I think I may die” she shuts her eyes “I feel like my insides are retaliating” you laugh as Tash walks away. Justine rests her head on the table. You pat her back 

“You’re not used to drinking are you?”

“No I’m not used to drinking the amount of alcohol you two have consumed” she brings her arms around and rests her head on them “how are you two not dead from alcoholism?”

“It’s one of the world’s mysteries” you smile as she grunts out a response. About 5 minutes pass. Tash walks back holding two pints

“Ok what did you do to her?” she motions at the drunk friend who still hasn’t lifted her head, even at the sound of someone else’s voice. 

“I didn’t do anything. I can’t help it if she can’t handle her alcohol” she chuckles as she motions behind her

“I met someone at the bar. I said that he could come drink with us” she grins at you. The smile of ‘I want to get laid’. You nod as she places the drinks on the table. A guy comes over. Your eyes meeting his as she introduces you “Rose this is Dean. Dean, this is my friend Rose. The one passes out is Justine”. The Winchester brother smiles at you before he looks at the girl next to you

“Is she ok?”

“Yeah just very drunk” you look at her. Taking her wrist in your hand you feel for a pulse. “Yep just drunk. Not dead”

“Well that’s always a positive of the day” he sits down “glad to know you girls won’t kill me” Tash sits next to him, resting her arm on his shoulder as she picks up one of the pints

“I don’t know. It’s still early in the night” she wiggles her eyebrows at him as he laughs. You smile as you grab one of the pints

“I’ll leave you two alone”

“No stay” she places her hand on top of yours

“I’m ok. I don’t want to third wheel you guys”

“You aren’t being a third wheel” she says as her eyes meets yours. She then looks at Dean who has a soft look in his eyes as he faces you.

“Fine” the two friends who were up and singing come and sit down at the table you’re on

“Girls this is my new friend Dean” Tash says “Dean. These are my friends Mel and Izzy”

“It’s nice to meet you” Mel says shyly. Izzy smiles, taking his hand in hers 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Dean”

“We should play a game” Tash says “obviously one that involves drinking a lot of alcohol” causing the four of you who are conscious to laugh. “Truth or drink? But in the style of spin the bottle” she wiggles her eyebrows as they all nod. Izzy standing up as you get an empty bottle and place it on its side in the middle.

“I’ll go get us a few more drinks”

When it started off the questions were tame. “What’s your favourite colour?” and “how many pet cats do you have?” That’s when Tash decides to spice things up. It’s her turn to spin the bottle, it landing on Dean. She smiles at him as he turns his head to look at her

“If you had to sleep with any one of us, who would it be?” he chuckles, eyes scanning around the table

“Defiantly not the unconscious chick”

“Come on. Answer the question” she runs her tongue over her bottom lip as he smiles. Taking his cup he takes a swig. She rolls her eyes at him “you’re no fun”

“You made me decide between a bunch of pretty ladies. You expected me to choose?” she nods, her arm going round his neck more as he smiles at her. His arm going around her waist as he places his drink down. Taking the bottle and spinning it. It landing on Mel. He smiles at her “if we’re asking more spicy questions then... how old where you when you lost your v-card?”

“19″ he nods. She takes the bottle and spins it. It landing on you. You smile at her “the name of the person you last slept with?”

“I would tell you but I can’t remember. Think it began with a B”

“Are you telling us the truth or just telling us this so we don’t look him up?”

“A bit of both” you smile, taking the bottle and spinning it “and it’s very bold of you to assume it was a he” the bottle lands on Dean as your friends make whistling noises to your comment. He smiles as he looks at you. You think for a moment, gently running your tongue over your bottom lip as you contemplate a good question “favourite sex position?”

“Probably cowgirl. But I like any so long as I can see her face” he smiles at you as you resist the urge to bite your bottom lip. Eyes darting to his upturned smile before he takes the bottle and spins it. It lands on Tash. You look at your now empty glass as he thinks

“I’m going to get a refill. Anyone else want one?” half of them nodding as you stand up. Taking a mental note that you need three beers for you, Tash and Dean. You head over to the bar. Getting out your purse you wait in the queue. A couple of minutes pass. Feeling a hand gently touch your lower back. You turn and see Dean next to you. He smiles at you

“Thought I’d give you a hand carrying the drinks back” you smile at him as you look back forward. Feeling his hand still placed on your lower back as he goes closer to you. “You’re friends are nice”

“Yeah. Tash seems to have taken quite an interest to you” A cocky grin appears on his face. You hit his shoulder slightly “keep it in your pants dude” he chuckles “the hotel we’re staying in isn’t to far from here if you want to take her back to it. Just let us know when you’re done” you smile as you talk to the bartender. Ordering some drinks. He takes two of the glasses and you take the other one. Sipping the top of it as you follow Dean back through the crowd. 

“What did we miss then girls?” he says, sitting down next to Tash again as he hands her one of the two glasses he’s holding

“Nothing much” she answers as she takes the cup from him, once again resting against him. Justine lifts her head up. Looking around as she stretches “Welcome back to the land of the living” she grunts out in response. Taking Tash’s beer from her hand and sipping it before handing it back to her. 

“Jesus its cold in here” she wraps her arms around herself causing you to let out a small chuckle. Taking off your jacket and handing it to her “are you sure?”

“Yes. Can’t have you catching a chill because you didn’t think to bring a jumper. Plus I get too hot anyway. Especially when I’m drunk” you smile at her as she takes the jacket from you. Wrapping it around herself and placing her arms through it. You grab your drink again, sipping it as Mel looks at your arm. A soft frown over her face

“That looks painful” you look confused as your eyes glance at your arm. Seeing the cut along your arms. Shit you forgot about them.

“It’s nothing I’m not used to” you smile at her. Tash grabs your wrist, stretching out your arm. “Great now we have doctor Tash on duty” she chuckles slightly but concern filling her face

“It does look sore. Have you treated it?”

“Its fine guys. Let’s stop worrying about my arm ok? I’ve had much worse injuries and survived. I’m sure a few scratches won’t kill me”

“I think you are an idiot and should get them checked out by a professional” you move your arm away. Glaring at her 

“I will if they’re still there this time next week. But I’m a fast healer”

“How did you even get them?”  Izzy asks. The five of them all looking at you in anticipation. A slight knowing look on Dean’s face as he realises you went hunting. 

“I fell and hit my arm on a tree...” you scrunch your face up as you say the lie. 

“A tree?” Tash says, disbelief in her voice. You nod, owning the stupidity of what you just said 

“Yep. Tripped and fell. Went to grab something and grazed my arm in the process”

“God you’re accident prone” you nod and half smile. Drinking your drink as you then stand up

“Come on. I want to play darts” They all shake their heads apart from Tash who also stands up

“I’ll play” Dean shrugs slightly

“Make that three then”

“You girls are wusses” you grab your drink as you go over to the dart board. Tash gently takes Deans arm in her hand

“Something you should know about Rose is that she is shit at darts. So if you want to bet something then you’ll likely get what you want” he chuckles slightly as he looks at you. 

“What do you want to bet then, pretty boy?” you say in a slight mocking tone as he smirks, lips tilted up as he thinks through his choices. 

“Losers have to do whatever the winner wants them to do” he smiles, tongue coming out slightly and running over his bottom lip as his eyes go between you and Tash. You look at her and nod slightly. She also nods, taking the darts from you.

“Bring it on” she smiles at him.

-

You smile at Tash as she lets out a very annoyed groan. Downing the rest of your drink as your friend reads out the scores “In last place is me. Second place is Rose. First place is Dean” he fist pumps as he grins at her. You smile at them both as he goes over to her. Whispering into her ear. She smiles, eyes darting towards you as she nods. Heading off to the bathroom

“I’m going to leave you two alone as you seem to have plans” he chuckles slightly, gently taking your elbow in his hand as he looks at you, a lust in his eyes.

“I believe I said losers, plural, have to do what the winner says. And seeming as you lost” he smiles as you roll your eyes slightly. He leans down, whispering into your ear. “Come to the bathroom if you want to join me and Tash” he moves away slightly. Smiling at you as he walks away. You take a few seconds to realise what he just said to you. Watching as he goes not the room. You swallow deeply, heading over to the bathroom and opening the door. Thankfully the rooms where individual and not cubicles so you could have more privacy with people less likely to come in.

You see Tash up on the basin countertop. Dean between her legs as they exchange kisses. His hands on her hips. You run your tongue over your lips. Watching as they both kiss each other. The sight turning you on more than you think it should. You lock the door behind you. Suddenly becoming aware of the situation you’re in. He pulls away from her lips, turning his head to face you. He smiles at you “Glad to see you joining us” his eyes go to the open part of your top. Lingering on the top of your chest before he puts his gaze back onto yours again. 

“Glad I was invited” you say as you smile. You go over to them. Stroking a hand over his cheek as you look at him before looking at Tash. Her eyes already filled with lust as she watches you both. You smile at her, gently running your thumb over her bottom lip “You ok with this too?” she nods. Moving on her seat as she feels a pool start to form in her underwear. This detail doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Smiling softly at her as you lean forward. Gently kissing her as your hands rests on the counter top. You move away slightly, turning your head to look at Dean. His eyes watching the both of you.

“An interesting fact about us... we’re both on birth control” you smile at him, biting your bottom lip slightly as your eyes go to his lips “just thought you’d like to know” you smile, going back and kissing Tash. Bringing a hand up to the side of her face. He gently squeezes her thighs as you continue kissing, putting his hand up her dress as he starts to rub soft circles over her clothed clit. She moans out, rutting her hips slightly.

“Please...” she whines out, eyes looking at yours and then Deans. You kiss her neck as he hoops his fingers into the sides of her underwear, dragging them down the length of her legs. You move a hand to her thigh, holding it open as he pushes a finger into her slowly. Both of you smiling at the noise she makes. You kiss down, gently biting the tops of her boobs that are shown from her dress. Placing your hand onto her pubic area and pushing down. Helping the pressure build between her legs as he drags his fingers in and out of her wet walls. 

“Gonna... cum...” she moans out. Hands gripping the edge of the counter top. You gently kiss her cheek. Moving your hand down to rub her clit as he continues his movements.

“Let go” you say softly into her ear as she moans out. Her hips grinding against both of your hands as her orgasm hits her. Helping her ride it out. You take Deans wrist, pulling his finger out of her you turn to face him. Your eyes meeting his as you place the digit that was inside her into your mouth. You let out a satisfied hum “so sweet” you move a hand down to gently rest on her thigh, pulling it open slightly so her core is on show “Why don’t you have a taste?” he nods as he swallows deeply. Bending down he licks a stripe up her core. The both of you smiling as she lets out a truly wonderful moan. He moves back up and kisses her. Hearing her moan softly into his mouth as her essence is on his tongue. You perch onto the counter next to her. Gently stroking her arm as you look at him

“I’d say that it’s very unfair that we get to see you’re beautiful pussy but we haven’t seen any skin from our lovely male friend. Wouldn’t you agree?” she nods, head leaning against your shoulder as she breathes heavily. Still recovering slightly from her high “you heard the girl” he nods. Removing his jackets. Remaining his eye contact with you as he takes the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it onto the floor. Her eyes scanning his torso as you continue to keep eye contact with him. Lust filling both your eyes as you look at each other.

“Do you think you can take him now?” you whisper into her ear, both of your eyes on him as they go down to his crotch area. A very obvious tent growing in his jeans. She nods. Biting her lip as she leans forward. Undoing his belt and zipper, gently moving the clothing down as to let his length spring free. Taking it in her hand as her eyes look up at his. He takes her face between his hands and kisses her. You take her leg and move it to the side slightly, squeezing her thigh gently. He moves away from the kiss. Looking at her

“You sure?” he half whispers as she nods. Eyes devouring his. He smiles at her. A soft smile compared to the ungodly scene. Taking himself from her hand and lining himself up with her hole. You gently rub her thigh as he pushes into her. She moans out. Head going into your shoulder as she hides her whines. You gently stroke her thigh as she adjusts to him. Before he starts to slowly thrust in and out of her. Her moaning getting louder. You move your hand from her thigh to her clit. Rubbing soft circles onto it as he thrusts into her needy cunt. The sight was truly erotic. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. You move slightly, trying to get that sweet spot without making it obvious that you were getting yourself off. Tash’s eyes closed firmly as she grips onto your wrist. Her other hand holding onto the counter top. 

Your eyes watching where they meet. Her slick covering his cock as it goes in and out of her. You push your legs together. In need of some friction. You feel a hand being placed onto your cheek. Lifting your head up slightly as you meet his green eyed gaze. Leaning in and kissing you. Grunting softly into your mouth as he continues his thrusts. You take the hand that’s on your cheek. Opening your legs slightly you place it onto your core. He smiles into the kiss as he gently rubs his palm against your clit. Mouths still attracted as you hold his hand against you. Rubbing yourself onto it as you let out soft moans into his mouth. The hand holding his wrist going to the back of his neck as you pull him closer into the kiss. Grinding yourself against his hand as he continues to thrust into the girl beside you.

Moving his hand from the outside of your underwear to the inside. Running his middle finger over your clit before pushing it into you. Dragging his finger over the spongey bit inside you. Causing you to moan out and flutter your eyes shut. “C-close” you hear her say beside you. Causing him to pull away as he moves his attention to Tash. Slowing his pace slightly in you as he keeps the same pace in and out of her core. He tilts his head slightly as she whines out. Watching her as she reaches her high. He grunts as she tightens around him. Slowing as she rides it out. She leans back against the wall as he removes his fingers from your core. You whine out in annoyance. Opening your eyes fully to look at him. You were so close to your high. 

“I know. I know” he hushes, leaving a feathery kiss onto your forehead as he pulls your pants down. With no real warning he pushes himself fully into you. Eyes connecting as your mouth forms a silent ‘o’. He rests his forehead against yours as he starts off slow thrusts. You flutter your eyes shut at the feeling of your orgasm building up again. You wrap your arms around his neck. His hands holding your waist as he builds up the pace. It doesn’t take long for you to feel your high approaching again. Grinding your hips against him as you moan out.

“F-fuck” you whine. Hands gripping his hair as it hits you. Legs pushing together uncontrollably as you let it wash over you. He grunts out. Pushing into you fully as he cums with you. Feeling him fill you up. You moan at the sensation. Relishing in the feeling. He pulls out of you. Resting his back against the other wall as he shuts his eyes. The room being filled with the smell of sex. 

You sit up better, grabbing some tissue as you clean yourself up. Hearing him do up his belt and putting his shirt back on. You grab some more tissue, gently touching Tash’s thigh she jumps at the contact. “Shh. Just cleaning you up” you whisper as you do just that. Throwing the used tissues away as you help her put on her underwear and pull her dress down before making yourself decent. Dean now with his shirts and jackets back on. You take her hand as she hops down from the basin counter.

“Jesus I think that’s the best fuck I’ve ever had” you both laugh at her statement. 

“Come on. I need another beer after that” you open the door, going to the bar “you two head back to the table. I’ll join you in a second” Tash nods as she looks for the table with their friends. 

“Slight problem. They’ve left” she pulls out her phone. “Mel texted. They’re calling it a night and have gone back to the hotel”

“Looks like I’m buying drinks just for us three then” you look at Dean “Assuming you can stay with us for a bit longer?” you half smile at him. He looks between the two of you before nodding

“I think I can make that exception” he smiles as you go up and buy some more drinks.

You spend the rest of the night drinking and chatting with them. Exchanging stories and fun times. That is until the barman calls out for closing time. You stretch as Tash looks at you “come on. I’m taking that as our sign to get back to the other girlies”

“I know. God I’m exhausted” you down the rest of your drink as you stand up. “Fuck Justine has my jacket” they both laugh as you glare at them “not funny. I’m going to freeze”

“You’ll be fine” she smiles. Patting your cheek slightly before turning to Dean “if you’re ever in this area again then let me know. I’ll be happy to give you a place to stay or... anything like that” she bites her bottom lip slightly as you roll your eyes. He nods, smiling at her

“Don’t worry I’ll let you know” his eyes meet yours “It was nice seeing you ladies. I hope to see you again soon” he smiles at you both. Waving slightly at you both as he walks out the building. You watch as the door shuts behind him. Turning to your friend as she puts on her jacket

 “Have you two met before?” she questions. Her eyes also looking at the door that he left from

“Why do you ask?”

“No reason. I’m just curious. The way that you look at each other. I don’t look at strangers like that”

“You’re imagining things. This is the first time we’ve ever met each other” you look at her and smile “now come on. Let’s get back to our friends and enjoy the rest of this girl’s holiday. After I’ve had a quick nap” you smile at her as she chuckles slightly.

[gemini-sensei]

Shy Eli x Chubby!Alexopoulos!Reader

(unedited)(fem!reader)

She hears a gentle knock on her bedroom door and she knows what it means. She gets up to get it and greets Eli with a smile. She can see he's blushing, even in the dark of night, even though they've done this before. Ushering him in, she can't help noticing how he tries to pull his tee shirt down to hide his erection. She says nothing of it and closes the door.

She slips her panties off, then climbs onto the bed, lays down on her side, and pretends she doesn't hear him undress himself. Their movements, though shy, are practiced and known. He gets behind her and cuddles up to her, hiding his face against her back. His hands pull up her night dress, bunching it around her hips as she lifts her leg. He slips his hard cock between her thighs and she can already feel a little bit of pre cum leaking from his tip. She gathers some spit into her hand and reaches down, spreading it over his shaft before closing her legs around d him. He whines in her ear and she bites back a smile.

Slowly, he starts fucking her perfect, thick thighs. His cock drags along her folds, getting her wet as he steadily works up to a slightly faster pace. They have to be quiet, inconspicuous, secretive, for if her brother found out, he'd surely freak out on them. So he groans and whines into the fabric of her night dress, moving a hand around her body to grope her fat tit and feel it spill between his fingers. He gently rolls her hardening nipple between his fingers and she sighs softly, carefully moving her hips to drag her exposed pussy lips along his cock. It feels so good, but they keep their little noises to themselves, simply in bliss.

But then the angle shifts and the head of his cock pushes into her. She gasps and they both stop everything, taking a moment to realize what's happened. It's all new. They've never gone this far before. It's only ever been little handjobs and thigh fucking. He'd come on her thighs or in her hand, then rub her clit until she came too.

"What-what do you want me to-to do?" he asks her softly.

She reaches behind her and curls her fingers in his hair. Looking over her shoulder, but it's too dark to see, she whispers, "Keep going, please."

He nods against her shoulder and starts pushing in slowly. Inch by inch, he takes it slow, and she lifts her legs to give him the space to do so. He holds it for her so she won't tire of it, already moaning and whining so pretty because of him. He's stretching her out, reaching depths they'd never know. When his hips meet her ass, her hand is tightly holding his hair. She's whimpering, her hips wiggling as he allows her time to adjust. He buries his face in her neck and peppers shy, sweet kisses along her skin to soothe her.

After some time, she pressed her ass into him and he takes that as the sign to move. He slowly pulls out, only half way, before pushing back in. Her tight, velvet walls wrap around him like heaven. She encases him beautifully and he groans against her soft skin low and heavy, whispering her name hotly. It's better than he ever imagined it might be, attributing most of that to her and how she makes everything that much better.

They aren't together, not officially. Secretly, maybe. They kiss sometimes, their hugs last a little longer than they should. Sometimes she shyly sucks a hickey onto his shoulder. His nightly visits to her room go un-discussed. Their eyes will meet across a room and his heart will flutter. She's so enchanting to him, as she's always been, but she's never truly been his. It wasn't allowed, they couldn't be together.

It was a dumb little rule made up by her brother that neither of them clearly followed. Whatever force was between them pulling them together was too strong, it knew nothing of the set rules between the best friends, one stating that they couldn't date each other's siblings, which was quite unfair in retrospect because Eli is an only child.

His other hand holds her belly, feeling it lightly jiggle with each of his thrusts. He continues to plant small kisses along her neck, murmuring her name as they experience something new with each other. He listens to her sighs of pleasure, the sweetness she gives out as the rest of thebroom is filled with the gently phap phap phap of his hips meeting her ass and the squelching of her pussy. He watches her barely restricted tits bounce, mesmerized by them and how pretty they look. He imagines for a moment taking one into his mouth and sucking on her nipple, something he's too shy to ask about.

"Oh Eli..." she moans, throwing her head back against his shoulder. Her mouth hangs open as she calls out his name rather soft. Her nails lightly scratch his scalp, holding him close in any way she can. "Feels so good..."

The praise makes his chest swell up, his heart skip a beat. He blushes harder than he already is. "R-really?"

He can't believe it, his head is spinning. Then she nods surely and tells him again.

"It feels so good, so so good," she mumbles softly.

His hips snap forward and she lets out a shrill cry. He's hit that spongy spot inside her than makes her toes curl. As her walls clench around him, she begs softly, "right there! Right there, please, again! Again!"

So he tries and hits it again, making it his target. With each new thrust, he makes her cry out so softly, a little loud but hopefully not too loud. She praises him, telling him how good it feels, begging him not to stop. All while the hot coil wraps up tighter and harder until she comes undone in his arms. Her legs shake, her pussy gushes hot fluid. He even feels her belly tighten as her velvet, heavenly walls bare down on him and suck him in. She writhes against his clothed, lithe chest.

He's not far to follow.

He presses into her as far as he can, his hips dipping into the fat of her ass as his hands tighten around her thigh and belly. His balls draw up as his cock throbs, releasing hot spurts of cum into her depths. Her walls are milking him as he fills her, something that maybe should have been discussed beforehand, but it was too late now. It's like that for a couple of minutes as he whines in her ear, overwhelmed by the feeling coming in raw pussy for the first time.

Everything comes to a stop soon thereafter and he gently lowers her leg. He holds her hip as he pulls his flaccid cock from her stuffed full cunt, rolling onto his back as he pants heavily. The air in the room is musky and hot, unhelpful to him as he needs to catch his breath and recover from what just happened.

She's no help either, as she turns over to face him. He looks at her and she kisses his scar - her favorite thing to do. Then she gives him a series of short kisses to his lips, before pressing a longer one against his lips. It's sweet and simple, her hand gently caressing his cheek, her fingers ghosting over his skin. He reaches up to her and does the same, cradling her face gently.

She giggles when she pulls away, smiling at him in the hot night darkness. They can only make out the lines of each other's faces, hands shyly tracing them. They hold each other knowing he has to leave soon, before the sun rises and he's caught in her bedroom when he should never be there in the first place. She doesn't want him to go, but knows it's best.

But for the time that they have left to spend together tonight, they bask in it. They cuddle up and kiss each other, both still so shy, one a little less shy than the other. They say nothing, for there was nothing more that needed to be said in that moment.

[moochi-daisies]

2012.04.

(part 5 coming soon)

~content includes: alcohol, smoking, tension, underage drinking?, swearing and a moment~

18+, Minors DNI

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After getting ready, I waited on the front porch. Taking a social smoke break. I wasn't used to being around this many people for so long. My dress and tights were of course, not weather appropriate so I tucked my knees up to my chest, wrapping Yoongi's jacket around myself.

The smoke I exhaled came out in plumes, making me feel like an ice dragon. The snow on the ground reflected light, shining brightly even though it was getting to be later in the evening. The front door creaked open, Jungkook shyly walking out.

He wiggled his cigarette between his fingers, walking over to the same spot he stood this morning. His cocky attitude deflated this time around.

"Hey uh, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable" he shared. Hanging his head like that he looked like a puppy getting scolded.

"No, not at all. You've actually made me feel really comfortable here" I responded quickly, waving away his apology.

"But um, I do- um, I do like Yoongi" my tongue felt thick in my mouth as I said it. Like I was sharing something trapped in mud.

Jungkook laughed to himself softly, "I figured as much" he said simply.

Smiling, he lit his cigarette and we both fell silent. Looking out at the snow covered streets before us.

Loud noises started coming from inside the house as the time for us to leave got closer.

"I'm excited for the show" I piped up, trying to return some of the warmth Jungkook had shared with me. He perked up at this, nodding his head as we both stubbed our cigarettes out in the ashtray.

"You should be" he rubbed his hands together, "Yoongi makes crazy good music. I don't think he'll be here long, I think he's going places.".

We smiled at each other as we walked back inside, Jungkook flapping his hand at Hobi's penetrating gaze which softened after I flashed him a thumbs up.

Jimin waggled a bottle of rum at the group with a devilish grin on his face, "Pre-show shots everybody" he cheered. "This is just the beginning, guests go first."

He handed the bottle to me, "shots" apparently meaning pulling straight from the bottle. I swiped it from him and put the glass to my lips, taking a few swallows and trying not to gag. Some rum dribbled down onto my chin, burning as I wiped it away. The others looked at me in surprise.

"Well damn" Yoongi chuckled, taking the bottle from me.

Everyone took their turns, grimacing at the taste.

Stomachs warm from the rum, we all headed outside. Jimin explained to me that Tae would meet us there and we piled into the car. Jungkook slid back in his spot next to me, sitting on his hands and bumping his shoulder against mine more playfully than before.

With Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon, Hobi and I pressed into the backseat I quickly forgot about the cold. Perhaps feeling more bold from the liquor I choked out the words, "So uh, you guys always travel like this? It's like a clown car of hot guys." My tone more grumbly than I expected.

     The others laughed at this before Namjoon spoke up, "Yeah you know, I guess we do. It's just more fun when we go places together, if that makes sense.". It did make sense, I had only been here a day and was already struggling to remember what life had been like without them. I didn't want to go back to my life back home. I didn't want to leave.

     This thought cut through the alcohol and I craned my neck to ask Jimin for the bottle.

     "Girl you better know how to pace yourself" he teased. And I didn't say anything but attempted to lift an eyebrow in response. The rum burned it's way down and I took a deep breath.

     "So what do you all do anyways?" I asked, trying to keep my thoughts collected instead of letting them float away.

     I learned that Namjoon, Jimin and Hobi were all at the same college. Namjoon worked at the bookstore there and was majoring in English Literature. Jimin was a dance major and worked at the local dance studio, he'd been dancing since he was a kid. Hobi was majoring in Music Composition, he helped Yoongi with song lyrics and worked at the music shop his dad owned downtown.

     Jungkook was taking a gap year before starting college and didn't work. Technically, he didn't even live at the house with the guys. I mean, he did. But he would go back home where he had lived with his mom to grab clothes or for the occasional family dinner. I learned that Jin was the eldest and had been working at the local radio station as well as the local theater company.

     "Wait so- hold on, you're only 19?" I looked at Jungkook pointedly, "And you're an actor?" I asked Jin, trying to make eye contact with him in the rearview mirror.

     For the first time during the visit, Jungkook looked sheepish. It only lasted for a moment though before he came back with, "Yeah sorry, I like older ladies" and an exaggerated wink. Hobi head-butted him, a laugh erupting out of me I tried to apologize for.

     Jin cleared his throat and caught my eye before speaking next, "Yeah, I majored in Theatre. I didn't really know what I wanted to do so I picked something that seemed easy." he laughed bitterly as he finished. I nodded my head as I looked out the window, "Yeah" I murmured almost to myself, "I'm sort of in that boat too.".

     Yoongi turned his head at that, locking eyes with me, a serious look on his face. "I thought you were a writer" his words cut through the air. This flustered me more than I was prepared for, "How did you- I never- I mean kind of but- when did you?" the words spluttered out of me like my system was glitching.

     Hobi and Jungkook turned to me with guilty looks on their faces, "Oh yeah, we uh, we showed him the story we read" Hobi admitted. I threw my head back against the head rest and moaned dramatically. A small "nooo" escaping me while the others laughed.

     When I brought my head up, my moodiness dissipated as soon as I saw Yoongi staring back at me. The passing lights twinkling out of his eyes while he did. We stared at each other for a moment before he reached out and grabbed the rum bottle. Turning back in his seat he unscrewed the cap, "Don't act like that" he muttered, "you're really good.".

     The boys let out a childish round of "oooooh's" and Yoongi told them to shut up while I tried to control the smile that was taking over my face.

     When we got to the venue, the boys started opening their doors and the cold air that washed over me felt necessary instead of biting.

Keep your goddamn shit together, my internal self pep talk was barking out in a commanding voice, Focus on the show. You are here for the show. You are AT the show.

     I stayed in my seat as the boys stood out around the car, I heard some muffled voices and their footsteps growing faint. Although a little frightened to be left by myself, the space to collect myself was needed and deeply appreciated. Not a moment after I started to calm down, the back door across from me opened up and Yoongi lowered himself into the back seat with me.

     Holding the bottle of rum in his hands, he held it out to me without turning his head. I took it from him, taking a swig in silence before passing it back.

     "You're uh, only 20 right?" he asked, the vibrations from his voice tickling my ear.

     "Oh yeah, this is a bar huh" I realized out loud. How had I not thought of that? Would I even be able to see the show? Jungkook was younger than I was but I don't know, maybe he had a fake ID. Why didn't I think of that before coming here? Did I think of anything before coming here?

      Yoongi's words shot through my anxious thoughts like an arrow, pinning them safely outside of my head.

     "I know the guy who runs this place, it won't be a problem. I just uh, the guys might have to get you drinks inside. I hope that's okay.".

     I giggled, his head turning with a look of confusion spread across his face.

     "I'm just so happy to be here, the guys getting me drinks is a complete non-issue. That was sweet of you for checking though, thank you.".

      All of the rum hit me at once.

     I had turned to look at him while I spoke, his cheeks flushed pink and a small smile showed on his face before he quickly looked down at his hands.

     The desire to kiss him started to consume me. Eating away at my stomach. Threatening to crawl up my lungs and out of my mouth into the real world.

     Yoongi took the final swig of rum and twisted the top back on, setting the bottle on the floor.

     The air between us was crackling, pop rocks being set off by tiny invisible water molecules.

     Staring straight ahead, Yoongi slid himself over so the sides of our bodies were pressed together like they had been this morning.

     Carefully, almost delicately, he lifted his hand and placed it on top of my thigh. My heart slammed itself between my legs, ricocheting back into my chest cavity. Staring at the headrest of the driver's seat in front of me, I curled my arm through his, gripping onto his forearm. Clutching the fabric of his sleeve so that it bunched under my fingers.

     We stayed unblinking, looking at anything but each other. I don't think either of us took a breath.

      Several moments passed before his head turned to look at me, and I turned mine to meet his gaze.

     Our eyes briefly made contact before dropping down to each others lips. His grip tightened on my thigh and my other arm reached across to hold his bicep, pulling his arm closer to my chest.

     All I had to do, was reach my hand up to his neck. To slide my fingers through his hair and pull him to me.

     All I had to do, was cup his face and lean in. Our heads already angled for a kiss.

      I wanted him to kiss me.

      Like he had read my mind, Yoongi's other hand reached up to hold the back of my neck. His fingers sliding through the hair, his thumb brushing up against the base of my skull.

     My hand drifted from his bicep to the collar of his shirt, gripping it in a tight fist before extending my index and middle finger. Resting them gently on the base of his neck, feeling his heartbeats pulsing just as strongly and quickly as my own.

     Our eyes closed shut, breathing shallow.

     Our noses lightly pressed together.

     Slightly opened mouths, feeling the oxygen leave one to be taken in by the other.

     The grip on the back of my neck grew firm as Yoongi suddenly inhaled sharply through his nose.

     "Ok" he said in a whisper, "ok.". He repeated the word before sliding out of the car.

     I gulped as the chill hit me, taking back all of the warmth that had come from where he had been touching me.

     My car door opened, and Yoongi stood there like some sort of valet service employee. One hand on the car door, the other behind his back, staring straight ahead of him. I peeked out, looking up at him. A pout beginning to form that I wasn't able to hide.

      I wanted to grab him and kiss him.

      I felt, at least a little bit sure, that the thought had crossed his mind too. Or else, what the hell was that just now?

     I sucked in some air and focused on connecting my brain to my limbs. I wasn't going to leave it at this, I wasn't going to be left the only one a tingly wreck.

     As I stood up out of the car, I turned to face him dead on. Blocking him from closing the door.

     His eyes widened and he looked at me flustered.

     I steeled my eyes with determination, stepping in closer until the front of my chest was gently grazing against his.

    I slid my hands to the sides of his face, softly cupping it and lifted up on to my toes slightly. The hand he had behind his back stretched forward, wrapping around my waist to hold my lower back, pressing me further to him and helping me keep my balance. The heat of his palm and feeling of his body against my own causing me to sharply inhale.

     I couldn't lose focus now.

     I leaned my face in close, swimming in his eyes as his expression softly melted. Pressing my forehead to his for a moment, I brushed my lips across his cheek with a feather light touch, to his ear.

     "Good luck" I breathed out in a soft whisper. I was close enough to see the goosebumps rise along on the back of his neck, his fingers pressing into the dimples of my lower back and I grinned. Pulling away, satisfied with myself.

     For the first time, he flashed a big gummy smile at me. Closing the door and shaking out his shoulders.

     "I think it's gonna be a good show after that" his remark left me blushing.

     As he walked off towards the venue, I followed behind. Trying to conceptualize what had just happened. The rum muddled my thoughts and I tried to tell myself that now wasn't the time to figure out what all of that meant.

     Yoongi dipped inside the venue and I was greeted by cheers from the boys who were standing out front, cigarettes and drinks in hand. Tae threw an arm over my shoulder, giving me a noogie. "So did he kiss ya? Huh?" he asked with a laugh in his voice. I ducked out from under his hold and took a step back, crossing my arms.

     "No? Did he say he was gonna kiss me?" I asked the group and nervous laughs rippled through them.

     Tae started to do what can only be described as an Irish jig before Namjoon whacked him on the back of the head. "Yeah I mean, he asked us about it and we encouraged him." Jin waved his hands about him, sloshing his drink and nearly burning his hair with his cigarette. His eyes had been closed the entire time he spoke, rosy splotches on his cheeks and he swayed like a spindly tree being blown by the wind.

     Jimin pushed his hair back, puffing out his cheeks  and rolling his eyes at Jin. "Jin is a lightweight" he grinned, "Look- we like you a lot. Yoongi never does anything like this and we are rooting for you two. He just, oh god he's - he's maddening sometimes.". Jimin ended with a dry laugh, gesturing to the group for help.

     I shook my head and jumped in before anyone else could speak.

     "I like you all a lot. The thing is, I came here for the show. I don't know if Yoongi likes me but it doesn't matter because I have to go home after this. Ok?" None of those words were what I wanted to say.

     The group seemed to sense that and Namjoon's sassy look made me groan. Tae grabbed my shoulders, shaking me back and forth.

    "He"

     "Likes"

      "You"

      Each word was enunciated by a pause in his shaking, making me laugh.

      "Ok, ok, ok. I wanna be where you guys are at. Can someone get me a drink?" I lifted my eyebrows looking for a taker. Jungkook and Tae both raised their hands and stepped towards me, throwing arms around my shoulders on either side so I was sandwiched in the middle.

I squinted up at Jungkook, "Aren't you a little young to be buying me a drink?" I jabbed at him. He looked down at me, pausing for a moment before flicking me on the forehead.

Stinker.

The venue was dark inside, strings of lights hung around the perimeter barely creating enough light for us to see. To the left of the entrance was a stage, where it was the brightest. A banner with graffiti style writing was strung up, surrounded by rave lights, music equipment balanced on top of fold up tables with Yoongi kneeling down behind them, fiddling with the chords.

Across the venue was the bar, where Tae and Jungkook proceeded to march me towards. Small groups of people were filling into the venue, finding their own respective places to lounge and getting in line for drinks. As we arrived at the bar, the boys swerved me away from the line and directly up to the counter. A young woman, maybe a few years older than I was, walked over to us.

"Hey boys, who's your good looking friend?" she shot a wink at me and I bashfully shook my hands.

"She's here to see Yoongi" Tae responded, lifting his eyebrows and clicking his tongue.

The girls face fell a little bit. She was beautiful. Her dark hair was thrown up into a messy bun, the underside dyed a vibrant cobalt blue. She had a nose ring and labret studded in the middle of her bottom lip, big glasses not hiding the hazel of her eyes. Even in a simple black tank top and jeans, she looked dressed up. I was intimidated and tried to ignore the floodgate of questions about her relationship to Yoongi running through my mind.

"Ahh, you're in for a show" she grinned at me, "what're you having?" and I shook the boys arms off my shoulders to lean a little closer.

"That's what I've heard, and I'm excited. I've never been to anything like this before. And a whiskey sour please!" I struggled to get my voice loud enough.

She smiled and nodded before taking orders from Tae and Jungkook.

I used the moment to look back at Yoongi.

He was standing, wrapping a chord around his hand and staring out in our direction.

As soon as we caught each other he shook his head, letting his black hair fall in front of his face. Placing the chord on the table and busying himself with the equipment.

The girl, Lacey, put all of our drinks on the counter, letting us know the first one was on the house. We cheers'd her before finding an empty table to claim. I plopped into the red leather booth and Jungkook perched on the back of it, Tae sitting across from me.

Jungkook had a simple glass of whiskey, whereas Tae had something fancy. A tall, thin flute with a pink paper umbrella placed on the top, the wooden toothpick bottom skewering a maraschino cherry and piece of pineapple. He caught me staring and offered me a sip which I gladly took him up on. It was delicious and sweet, making me wonder why I ordered a whiskey sour.

 

     We sat and nursed our drinks, looking around as the venue continued to fill with people. Nervousness started pounding in my chest when I realized that half of the city's population appeared to be here. Jungkook grabbed the back of my head and leaned his face down to my ear, "Yoongi is really popular. You gotta dance once he goes on ok? I'll dance with you." He was decisive with his words. I nodded and tried to swallowed down my nerves.

     The lights suddenly went dark and a shadowed figure on stage spoke through a microphone, introducing the first act that was opening for Yoongi. I turned to tug on Jungkook's sleeve and he leaned down towards me, "I'm gonna go find the guys and smoke before Yoongi goes on. I'm a little nervous" the words spilled out of me.

    He nodded and I let go of him, turning back to Tae and making a smoking gesture towards him. Tae had his pinky lifted as he sipped his drink, closing his eyes and nodding back to me. The rave lights were the only ones that came back on as I stood up out of the booth, pumping colors as the beat dropped. I made my way towards the front door, making a point to not look towards Yoongi as I made my way outside.

[aninklingof]

A Little Bit of Tickles

Day 3 of @rxsahgrce ‘s Sapnap tickle week! Today’s prompt is age regression! Really hoping that writing this doesn’t make me slip 😅

Lee! Dream Ler! Sapnap (CC!)

Warnings: age regression ✨strictly platonic!✨

Enjoy!

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“Sappy….?” Dream’s unusually high pitched and slightly whiny voice asked from the doorway into Sapnap’s room.

He was on call with Karl and Quackity just messing around on the SMP server when he heard the older, turning to see him shyly looking at the ground. He could tell from the way Dream fiddled with his sleeves and shifted uncomfortably that something was bothering him.

“I’ll call you later guys, see ya.” Sapnap said to the two men over discord before leaving the call and closing Minecraft. “What’s up Dream?”

The blonde seemed to shrink in on himself slightly. “Am lil… an’ sad..”

The ravenhead softened immediately and stood from his office chair. “Let’s go to your room bud.”

It wasn’t often that Dream regressed, at least not noticeably. Sure he would stim or stutter during recordings sometimes, usually he’d be around the age of 7 or 8 when he did and would be able to mask it well enough that he just sounded hyper.

However on rare occasions the tall man would regress to around 4 years old, and most times when he did he’d feel guilty and upset about it. This was one of those times.

“What’s going on Dreamie?” Sapnap asked once the two of them had settled on Dream’s bed together.

“Was lonely… felt bad ‘bout bein’ small,” Dream admitted bashfully.

“Do you remember what we’ve said about feeling bad?”

“I shouldn’t feel bad cuz I did nothin’ wrong..?”

“That’s right bud, good job,” Sapnap praised gently, causing him to smile and hide his face behind sweater paws. “Naww, don’t hide that precious smile! C’mere Dreamie.”

Dream complied and crawled over the bed to lay in curled up the ravenhead’s lap. He gave the man a tight squeeze which he happily reciprocated.

“Hey buddy, can you look at my eyes?” Sapnap asked. Dream lifted his head and green eyes met hazel. “Do you want tickles to cheer you up?”

Dream squeaked and hid his slowly reddening face but nodded quickly. The younger man smiled fondly and lifted his friend’s hoodie to his lower ribs, exposing the paled freckled skin of his tummy.

“Soft or rough bud?”

“Soft please,” Dream muttered behind his hands, squirming in anticipation with excitement glittering in his eyes.

“Of course.” With that Sapnap began to trace gently around the blonde’s tummy, just grazing the skin with the pads of his fingertips.

“Ehehehehee! S-sahahappyyyy!” Dream squealed as giggles as pure as holy water poured from his lips.

Sapnap smiled. “Does it tickle buddy?”

Dream nodded enthusiastically. “Tihihihickles alohohohot!”

“That’s good, I was wondering why you were giggling so much!” The Texan wiggled his fingers on the man’s sides, his touch still featherlight. Despite this Dream still squealed loudly.

“Sahahahahappy!! Slohohohower plehehease!”

Sapnap obeyed and started his slow tracing once again, Dream falling back into breathy giggles. They continued like this for a few minutes, Dream giggling his heart out and Sapnap watching fondly.

Eventually Dream spoke up again. “Sahahahappy?”

“Yes pumpkin?” The ravenhead answered, slowing his fingers to a stop.

“Cahahan wehe lahahay dohown an’ yohou t-tihihickle my neheck..?”

“Of course.” Sapnap shifted they both laid on their sides, Dream curled up to his chest. His hands lifted and began to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, wiggling lightly down his shoulders, under his chin, over his cheeks, and back again.

Dream’s soft and sleepy giggles filled the room, slowly growing quieter until the man was sleeping soundly. Sapnap pressed a kiss to his forehead before he too drifted into a light slumber.

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[purple-babygirl]

All I'm gonna say is Bucky's little being obsessed with feeding Bucky from their plate

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader

Word Count: 1,385

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, other than that it's just fluff.

A/N: that was so cute it totally stole my heart🥺💜 thank you so much for sharing such a soft thought with me I hope I did it justice?:"💜💜you know I be meaning for these to be short, like blurbs, but I just-

please enjoy xx.

dada, open up

Bucky took care of his girl. He’d play with her, read to her, bathe her, do her hair, love on her and even feed her. He enjoyed spoiling her. Bucky loved that she trusted him enough to completely let go so he could look after her and that was exactly what he did.

“Dada,” she called to him before he could react.

She was quiet as they sat at the dinner table, but Bucky didn’t think much of it. Her mouth was busy after all.

Bucky was scooping rice on her spoon when he saw her hand slide a piece of broccoli out of her plate. He was about to scold her about table manners and what cutlery were for and that she needed to wait for him to feed her—

Bucky looked to her, expecting her to say she was full or that she didn’t want to eat this specific piece of broccoli. She almost always did this when they came to the last bit of food on her plate. But Bucky was surprised to see his girl offering him the piece of broccoli she held, her hand raised up so the sautéed vegetable was almost touching his lips.

“That’s your food, honey. Daddy has his too, see?” He told her, tilting his plate so she could see he still had food to be consumed, trying to lift the spoon to her lips to feed her.

“Dada,” she repeated, pouting when Bucky left her hand in the air too long.

“Alright, but just this one. You’re gonna eat the rest of your dinner yourself like a good girl, okay?”

She nodded with a smile, stretching her arm more so it reached Bucky’s lips. He opened his mouth and took the food in, chewing.

“Thank you, sweets,” Bucky said before kissing her fingers.

She blushed adorably, retracting her hand and going back to munching her food with a satisfied smile.

“Now open wide for the rice plane.”

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She did it again the next day; this time when they were having lunch.

“Dada, nuggie,” she said, pushing her hand forward to him.

“Yes, sweets, what’s wrong with your nuggie?” Bucky looked at the golden piece of chicken she held out. It seemed normal to him.

“Nothin’, wanna share it with Daddy,” she told him, shrugging cutely.

He couldn’t help but want to kiss all over her sweet, little face. But she had to finish her meals and eat properly.

“Honey—”

“Dada.” She gave him her puppy eyes; she knew he couldn’t say no to those eyes.

Bucky silently opened his mouth, biting back a smile as he chewed the fried chicken. He needed to be firm, but he still kissed her greasy fingers just to see her blush and take them back.

“You like it?” She checked, wanting to make sure he was enjoying the food as much as she was.

“Mhhm,” Bucky hummed, his eyebrow raised as he tried to figure her out, waiting for the minute she’s going to ask him to finish the plate for her because she was done.

“Dada, baby carrot for you.” She proposed food from her plate again.

“Sweets, you gotta eat your dinner.”

“Baby carrot,” she repeated after nodding at his statement.

Bucky accepted the orange veggie, kissing her hand again before he watched her continue to sit obediently and eat all that was left on her plate with no fuss.

~

At first, Bucky thought she was passing him the food she didn’t like or couldn’t finish under the cover of ‘sharing’, but she always ended up finishing her food, so that was confusing.

Then she started feeding him food that she actually liked too.

“Dada,” came her call again, her hand pressing a red grape from her snack plate to Bucky’s lips.

“Sweets, daddy cut those up for you.” Bucky’s heart swelled at the gesture, but he couldn’t just keep eating her food.

Bucky sighed, shaking his head.

She thought he didn’t want a grape so she dropped it back and held out a piece of apple instead.

“Do you not like the food daddy makes anymore? Is there something else you’d rather eat?”

“No.” She shook her head, putting the apple back among the other fruits.

“Then what is it, honey? Why don’t you wanna eat your food?” Bucky tilted his head, putting her hair behind her ear.

“I wanna eat my food, jus’ wan’ daddy to eat with me too,” she mumbled shyly, her voice small and her finger pushing the fruits around the small bowl in her hands.

“Oh, honey,” Bucky whispered in realization, his heart fluttering at his girl’s care and thoughtfulness before he took her on his lap.

“Wanna share with you because I love you, daddy,” she continued, still staring at her hands, having no idea she was making the man’s heart melt inside his chest.

She loved him. She thought he was special and she wanted to feed him out of her own plate with her own hand like he would her. She wanted to look after him too. It was so wholesome and it made Bucky feel warm and worthy.

Bucky’s thumb touched her cheek, making her look at him.

“Daddy loves you too, sweets. Daddy loves you very much.” He kissed her forehead and temple, big hand caressing her back before he pressed her to his chest in a warm hug, her head tucked under his chin. “You’re the best baby ever, you know that?”

Bucky couldn’t believe how lucky he was even with his whole world between his arms; right on his lap.

“Red grape?” She suggested when they pulled away and she could try again, her happy smile back on her face.

“Red grape.” Bucky nodded with a chuckle, his tongue taking the fruit between his lips.

“Ew,” she giggled, wiping the saliva from Bucky’s tongue on his shirt.

“Did I just hear you say ew, sweets?” Bucky laughed, taking the fruit bowl and putting it away.

He quickly flipped her down on the couch and started running his long fingers up and down her sides, making her laugh and squirm.

“Did you? Hmm?” He kept asking, knowing too well she couldn’t answer him between her loud giggles.

“Dada!” She squealed, trying to wiggle away from his evil fingers tickling her sides.

“You don’t like if daddy’s saliva gets on you?” Bucky teased, licking up her cheek and she laughed louder, her knees bending in a failed attempt to shield her sides.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She screamed out, still giggling and panting.

“Thank you for sharing your food with me, sweets.” Bucky kissed her chin.

Bucky had mercy on her after a minute, letting her breathe as she continued to smile up at him. He wiped her cheek with the sleeve of his Henley, placing a kiss where he licked her before pumping his nose with hers.

She giggled, scrunching her nose up. Bucky’s hands were settled on her sides, holding her gently as his thumbs rubbed her tummy. She sighed when her chest stopped its heavy rising and falling, gazing at Bucky with all the love she had in her.

Her palm cupped his cheek and Bucky turned his head to kiss her fingers. Then he leaned forward, knowing what she wanted. When he was closer, she held onto his shoulders and lifted her head up to press a sweet kiss to his cheek as well.

From that day on, it was the rule that she would feed Bucky from her plate; it didn't matter where they were or who was around them. Sam could call Bucky whipped all he wanted, he would open up too if he had a girl like her feeding him out of her plate.

She would share anything that was put on her plate with her Daddy: the popcorn on movie nights, the extra blueberries she always asked for with her pancakes, the pepperoni on her pizza, the last curly fry on her plate, and mandarin slices whenever Bucky would peel one for her. And so he started putting extra of everything on her plate to make sure she still got to eat the healthy amount she was meant to eat. Everything was balanced again. Everything was perfect and Bucky wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

[jobean12-blog]

(@kaisficrecs)

Hi! If youre taking requests i was thinking about, since Loki and everything,maybe the reader somehow comes from our universe to the MCU and meets Bucky. Maybe they tell them about the world they came from? Apologies im not good at writing descriptions or plots.

Rewritten

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2,001

Summary: You somehow get zapped into a different timeline and this one has a VERY REAL BUCKY BARNES (this takes place during FatWS)

Author's Note: Hi lovely @kaisficrecs thank you for this fun request!!! So when I read it my mind immediately when to the reader sorta of landing in a timeline where Bucky Barnes is actually real and she’s basically exisiting in a fan fiction story. I hope this is ok and you enjoy it! It seemed liked a fun way to take it! Hope you have a great day! HUGS! Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Jobean divider by the lovely @imerdwarf and line divider by the lovely @skylightlantern

Warnings: Fun fluff, flirting, soft and shy Bucky, some fun teasing, smiles and giggles

Gif not mine: Credit to @fishragnarsson for this beautiful one, thanks so much 🥰

“Hey Sam, I think she’s coming to,” Bucky shouts as he holds you protectively against his chest.

“Hiya doll, how do ya feel?” he asks you.

Your eyes are still slightly blurred as you look around, finally focusing on the familiar blue eyes staring down at you. The air is filled with loud noises and voices but it’s the one speaking directly to you that makes your heart start to beat rapidly once again.

“It’s ok, you’re ok,” he says, gently shifting you in his arms.

You hear the shifting plates of metal and a whirring sound you recognize all too well. The blood rushes to your ears and your eyes widen.

“Bucky?” you squeak out, trying to sit up but he doesn’t let you.

“Yea doll, that’s right and don’t move too much yet. You’re probably still a bit dizzy. You went down pretty hard.”

The world starts to get fuzzy and your skin heats. Your vision becomes dark and blurry and you can feel yourself slipping into the unconscious.

“Did you just call me…” you start to mutter, unable to finish your sentence before fainting right in Bucky’s arms.

“Shit, she fainted again,” Bucky yells, lifting you up bridal style. “Let’s get her into the jet.”

“Still not awake huh?” Sam asks Bucky as they stand near your bed.

“Not yet. But every once in while she makes these cute little sounds. Maybe she’s dreaming,” Bucky says, smiling.

“Great, you’re already smitten,” Sam teases, nudging Bucky in the arm.

Bucky blows a raspberry and ignores him, his eyes still trained on you.

“I can stay a bit if you want so you can grab some food or something,” Sam tells Bucky.

“Nah, thanks. I want to be here when she wakes up. She seemed to recognize me so I’m hoping that will help ease some of the initial shock.” Bucky explains.

Sam nods in understanding and squeezes Bucky’s shoulder before walking out of the room.

You wake up to bright lights and the steady beep of a heart monitor. With slow movements you wiggle your fingers and toes and do a little stretch. It isn’t until you realize you’re not in your bedroom in your house that you start to panic.

“Where am I?” you whisper, trying to sit up.

“Hey doll face, take it easy there.”

You turn your head at the sound of his voice, that voice you would recognize almost anywhere. His blue eyes are soft and the skin around the edges is crinkled in a sweet smile. The lights of the room bounce off his left arm, the gray and gold metal shining brightly.

“You said it again,” you breathe out.

“What?” Bucky asks looking confused.

“Doll. You keep calling me doll.”

He chuckles and dips his head shyly. “Yea. I guess old habits die hard huh?”

“I didn’t get a chance to catch your name the first time you fainted and then it happened again so…” he trails off looking sheepish.

You smile for the first time. “No, it’s fine. I don’t mind at all. Really,” you assure him.

After introducing yourself you push yourself up and bring your knees up to your chin.

“I still don’t understand what’s going on or how I got here or if you’re even real. This could very well be a dream,” you say quietly, letting your eyes finally settle on him.

He takes a step forward and folds his hand around yours.

“We’ll figure it out one way or another,” he says softly.

After talking with Bucky and some of the hospital staff you’re released with a clean bill of health and it’s almost dinner time. Your stomach grumbles as you step into the warm air and look around.

“Everything looks the same. It’s still Brooklyn,” you declare.

“Do you want me to take you home? Or…?” Bucky asks, shuffling his feet.

“I’m not sure my home is even mine anymore. Bucky Barnes definitely isn’t real where I come from,” you state with a small laugh.

“You can come stay with me until we figure out more stuff… that is, only if you want to.”

You stare at him, a million thoughts rushing through your mind at his offer and the whole craziness of the day so far.

“I’d like that. As long as you don’t mind,” you answer.

“Not at all,” he says, walking to his motorcycle. “Come on. We’ll be there in no time”

You stand still, now staring at his bike.

“You’re going to take me on your motorcycle?” you ask in awe. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

You start to feel a little lightheaded again and sway in your spot. Bucky rushes over and grabs your waist.

“It’s ok doll, we can walk or take a cab if you’re more comfortable.”

Grabbing his leather jacket, you steady yourself and take a deep breath.

“No, it’s not that at all. I really want to go for a ride…it’s just…well never mind. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, looking worried.

“Definitely,” you tell him, now smiling. “I’m ready.”

He helps you onto the bike and hops on in front of you, revving the engine before looking over his shoulder and telling you to wrap your arms around his waist.

You do what he says and can’t stop yourself from giggling, squeezing him tighter when the bike takes off. The ride isn’t too long and before you know it you’re reluctantly letting go of him as he helps you off.

“Not too bad, right?” he asks.

“It was perfect,” you tell him.

When you get inside his apartment it’s just as you always imagined it would be. Neat and clean with the just the bare minimum of necessities.

“You must be starving. How about pizza?” he asks, grabbing his phone.

“I love pizza!” you exclaim, giggling to yourself again.

“Me too,” he replies, giving you an assessing look.

“What?” you ask

“I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me,” he says with a smile.

You shake your head, covering your mouth to hide another giggle before plopping down on the couch.

“If you want to shower or anything go right ahead. I can give you some of my clothes for now.”

Once again your mind floods with thoughts and you decide that a shower might be the perfect way to center yourself.

“I think I’ll do that, thank you.”

Bucky gets you set up and says he’ll leave some clothes hanging on the door. You take a hot shower and try to wash some of the insanity of the day away and clear your head. It helps and by the time you get out you’re feeling a little more like yourself.

You open the door of the bathroom and grab the clothes. He left you a black tee shirt, a pair of shorts and his blue Henley. The sight of his Henley makes the world shift again and you grab the sink to keep yourself upright.

“I can’t believe it,” you mutter to yourself.

You lift the soft fabric to your nose and inhale, smiling when you smell his lingering scent. It’s better than you ever even imagined.

When you’re dressed you hang your towel to dry and walk into the small kitchen area, finding Bucky standing at the counter in a tee shirt and jeans, his dog tags hanging loosely around his neck.

“Hey doll face. How was your shower?”

You giggle for the hundredth time.

“Great thanks, just what I needed and thank you for the clothes,” you say, motioning to yourself.

“They are a little big,” he laughs, “but you look really cute.”

You can feel the heat creep over your skin but the ring of the doorbell pulls you both from the moment.

“Pizza is here!” he chimes.

Before long you two are seated on the couch with a piece of pizza in hand.

“So is pizza still as delicious in this timeline?” he asks. “I can’t believe I just asked that.”

You both laugh.

“Yep, still delicious,” you say before taking another bite.

Bucky watches you intently, slowly lifting his thumb and leaning over to swipe it across the corner of your mouth.

“You had a little sauce right there,” he whispers.

“Thanks,” you answer back, tracing the spot with your tongue.

You quickly take a drink of water but it doesn’t stop the giggle you were trying to stifle and you end up choking on the water.

“Woah, you ok doll?”

You give him a thumbs up and bury your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking with more giggles.  

“You’ve got to tell me what keeps making you giggle like that. I’m starting to think it’s me,” he says shyly.

That pulls you out of your fit and you look him in the eye. You let out a deep breath and square your shoulders.

“Well. Um…this is going to sound weird. I mean I think it is…no. It definitely is, but uh, hear me out.”

Bucky winks and says, “listen doll, I’ve heard a lot of weird shit and seen some even crazier shit so I wouldn’t worry.”

“Good point,” you say in agreement. “Ok. So, in my timeline Bucky Barnes is a fictional comic book character. He’s in movies and TV shows and comics of course. He looks just like you…which is why I recognized you earlier today.”

“Yea I was wondering about that…” he says, now smirking.

“So anyway, it seems like your story here is the same as what we’ve seen in the movies. I’m not sure if all the details are exact or anything but only time will tell.”

You finish that sentence and take another deep inhale.

“That still doesn’t explain why you keep giggling every time I do or say something,” he says, brows raised.

“Right, that. Yeaaaaa…so have you ever heard of fanfiction?” you ask, inwardly cringing.

“Sam told me about it once. People write stories about fictional characters right?”

Your look of surprise makes him laugh.

“I haven’t read any of it myself though,” he continues.

“Huh,” you say, chewing on your bottom lip.

“Why? Is there fanfiction about me in your timeline?” he asks, his smile growing.

You open your mouth to answer him but with the devious look on his face you quickly shut it again.

“Answer me baby doll,” he warns playfully.

“You really say that too…” you gasp.

“So that must be a yes,” he laughs. “Do I sound like the Bucky in your stories?”

“I never said I wrote stories!” you nearly shout, backing up as he moves closer to you.

“When I had you in my arms earlier after you fainted…I distinctly remember calling you doll and the next thing I know you faint again…coincidence?”

His grin is so full of mischief you can’t help but break into a smile.

“I guess it was just sort of like a celebrity moment,” you say with a shrug.

His knees are now brushing yours as he corners you against the couch cushions.

“I’m not a celebrity though,” he laughs, taking the glass of water from your shaky hands.

“No, but you are a hero,” you tell him.

His face softens at your words and this time you lean forward, reaching out to touch his cheek.

“So, what would usually happen now in one of your stories,” he asks audaciously.

You giggle, this time doing nothing to hide it.

“Oh, so many things…and who ever said I wrote stories,” you smirk.

He laughs. “What kinds of things?” he simpers.

“Well…maybe I could just show you?”

He nods and you let your hand fall to his chest, grabbing hold of his dog tags and wrapping them around your fingers. You give them a gentle tug, pulling him closer until your faces are only inches apart.

“I hope this isn’t a cliffhanger,” he whispers as his eyes drop to your mouth.

“Those are always fun but not this time,” you murmur before pressing your lips to his.

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