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lunarw0rks · 9 months

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By anychance can you write something along the lines of..

Simon x (fem) reader

Simon who goes out to the bar and leaves with the reader but he thinks she's a prostitute (b/c of the way the she was flirting with him)💀 and leave money on the table and she's sumwhats offended when she wakes up but takes the money anyways.. they hook up again.. he leaves money and y/n gets fed up and tells him she's not.. a relationship sumwhat building off of that

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What You Paid For // Simon!FemReader

Summary: Simon had no shame indulging in escorts, especially ones who make an effort to flirt with him. Only problem? You're not an escort.

Warning(s): explicit content (18+), strong language, smut, oral sex (g.), p^rn w/ little plot, unsafe sex, fem!reader, no use of y/n

Word Count: 5.8k

A/N: this took forever omg ;') not proofread, so don't mind mistakes

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The bar itself is an establishment of contradictions.

The counter is rich mahogany that exudes an air of sophistication, yet its edges are rough and worn, and the crowd is anything but graceful. A collection of vintage chandeliers dangle from the ceiling, but their lighting casts a warm and attractive glow upon the room.

Behind the bar, a vast array of liquors is proudly displayed on ornate shelves, each bottle catching the glint of candlelight. You tap your fingers against the bar, pulling out your wallet. “Champagne?”

The bartender shakes his head, “we’re fresh out, Ma’am, apologies.”

Of course, they’d be out of it, given the sheer amount of people in here. You sigh, blurting out the first common drink you can think of, “I’ll do a Gin and Tonic, then.” You slide a bill across the bar, but there’s another hand—and he’s sliding a greater wad of cash, and quicker.

“Kentucky. Leave the bottle.” The gravel in his voice tells a thousand stories, as does the large shadow he’s casting on you.

You put your cashback in your pocketbook, examining the hand resting on the bar next to you. His forearm is heavily tattooed; skulls, flames, dog tags, the works. “Thanks for paying.” You fist the drink when it’s slid across the bar, finally laying your eyes on him.

His comes shortly after; a burly build, black bomber jacket, and a skull-printed balaclava. Definitely, an appearance you’ll remember with any amount of alcohol in your system.

“Mhm.” His thumb caresses the rim of his glass and his eyes travel you from top to bottom. The man clearly isn’t fond of words, or eye contact for more than ten seconds. It’s obvious he wants something to look at while he works on the bottle, that much is obvious. A man as anti-social as him wouldn’t be standing there if he didn’t want to be.

Your painted lips wrap around the skinny cocktail straw, your tastebuds hit with a mix of bubbles and burn. “You from around here?”

“Here and there.” He’s from Manchester, or somewhere near there, that’s all his vagueness tells you. Can you really be upset at him for eye-fucking you? He hasn’t gotten too close for comfort or gone anywhere near your drink, and those hands, they’re trouble. Though, with a frame like his, you would need to brace yourself before—

Now you’re just getting ahead of yourself. Focus.

You sip some more, a bigger one this time; the drink you ordered is now about half empty. “You don’t belong here, do you?” Perhaps it was the sting in your throat allowing the words to come out more freely.

With a grunt rather than a response, he chugs his shot. “What makes you say that, love?” You can see his cocked brow from under the fabric, and it makes your mind wander again. Going off his lashes, he’s probably got a head of blonde hair. The rest of the ogling? It’s interrupted by his impatient need for an answer.

“You just seem like a… rugged type.” Hot. He was hot.

Needing a distraction, you find the lime slice used as a garnish. If you were being honest, it was a cool-off. You needed to play it cool, try not to scare off the least skittish guy here; something only you could manage. The glug of him pouring another glass replaces his lack of engagement. He lifts the fabric of his mask again, tossing back another. Despite the lack of pacing himself, he’s remained untouched by the shots.

The man smacks his lips slightly, leaning just a bit closer. “Rugged, huh?” You could swear there was a smirk under that mask, and it was driving you insane. Instinctually, you need to find something to occupy your flushed silence with; the lime slice.

You raise it to your lips with a nod at his words, giving the fruit a bite. Your face scrunches from the acidity, though you’ve tried to play it off. Instead of deterring the tension between you two, it only drew attention towards your lips, how they’ve embraced the lime. Some of the citrus pools on your lip, a stray tear dripping down your chin, but you haven’t noticed.

If your goal was to be a tease, consider yourself victorious.

He could practically feel the heat gathering in his core. Though the teasing was unnecessary, it added to your services. They were services, right? The woman he paid for just happened to be an escort—a ravishing one at that.

There wasn’t any shame in indulging, he was never in town for more than a month at a time.

Your fingers find your chin, wiping the juice away with a swipe, not a clue in your mind how arousing that was. “What’s your name?” You have to yell a bit over the bass and lean in closer to his ear. The smell of him is more intoxicating than the array of bottles behind the bar combined.

“C’mon.” He jerks his head in the direction of the door, and he’s already disappeared into the crowd before you can reply. You uncross your legs and get to your feet, slamming the last of your drink before following his path to the door.

You’ve reached the entrance of the bar, still consumed by the volume of the music. Surely, his build would be easy to spot in a crowd. You’re on your toes, neck craned up to see through the crowd, but the other patron’s movements have you dazed and trapped.

Through the paned windows, you spot a shadow cast on the pavement, a still one. Either it’s the nameless man or your flirting sent him running for the hills.

You do your best to shove through the crowd, finally able to breathe when the icy air stings your cheeks. Your panting and searching were cut short by your back hitting a cement wall, an unusually gentle hand placed on your waist to keep you steady.

That scent is suffocating again; mint, tobacco, and whiskey. The nerves of being jerked into an alley settle when your senses answer all the questions.

His thumb rubs a circle against the fabric of your dress, giving some pressure when his voice is heard again. “Simon.” The question you asked in there, is now answered. “Now, answer my question. Either I’m being a knob, or you want something from me, hm?”

His eyes glow in the shadows of the alley and they don’t budge. Of course, you want this, you were only speechless.

You feel yourself nod, though the only sensations you can focus on are his scent and the tingles of attraction his fingertips are causing you.

“Right,” Simon scoffs, slightly pressing his chest closer to yours, “are you gonna take me where you’re stayin’, or are we doing this here?” His head looks left and right, a silent notice of the city oozing with chaotic nightlife.

Your breath is visible in front of you the longer you walk down the street. The hotel you’re staying in is within a minute's distance, and your neediness is thanking you for it. His shadow is close behind, but his head is looking straight ahead, both hands in his pockets.

Finally, the both of you reach the breezeway of the hotel. Simon’s breathing gets heavier, and so close you can feel the breeze against your ear. Large hands slither around your waist, fondling as the electronic beep of your suite door sounds.

The breeze of the heating system clashes with the goosebumps formed on your skin—and they aren’t because of the cold air. His legs nudge yours ahead, daring you to stumble if he didn’t have an arm wrapped around you. He’s so close; the way you had been fantasizing about in the bar from the moment his hand slid across the mahogany.

The bag you were holding finds the floor as quickly as the room door shuts.

Though his hands never leave your waist, he steps in front of you, stopping when the back of his legs hit the end of the bed. His weight settled against the mattress with a groan, then his hands found his belt, impatiently tugging at it.

“Don’t just stand there. Kneel.” His voice is a hungry muffle through the mask, but his amber eyes are all the convincing you needed. With both palms on his toned thighs, your shivering legs buckled until you were level with his bulge.

His fingers peeled back the waistband of his boxers after he shifted his jeans down. Simon wasn’t making an effort of getting entirely undressed, he rarely did. His erection sprung from his boxers, the tip of it dripping in arousal already. Seeing it was much more daunting than visualizing it; intimidating, even. But were you going to get up off the floor? Not a chance.

His fist clamped around his length, giving it a few strokes as he watched your lips intently as if picturing the inevitable lude act ahead of him. The image of the lime juice dribbling down your chin was egging his urges to a high.

You scooted up closer, his inner thighs pressing against your shoulders. Next, your fingers found the base of his length, replacing the strokes of his hands for him. Simon only stared hungrily, lifting the hem of his shirt so it was out of your way. Your lips parted slightly, mouth salivating, as aching and doused as your core. You flattened your tongue along the head, just enough for him to shift his hips ever so slightly. “Don’t be a tease.” His hands grasp around the edge of the mattress, leaning back to get a full view of your tongue teasing his cock.

He says it with such conviction—as if he isn’t the most well-endowed man you’ve gone down on. If you weren’t so blinded by lust, you just might have rolled your eyes at the comment, even come up with some alluring remark about his size. But you’ve occupied your mouth, sliding from his tip to base slowly and mimicking drinking from a straw.

“Fuck…” His curse comes out like a hiss, caged by his gritted teeth. Though it’s only been seconds of your mouth on him, he can’t resist his hands finding the back of your head, nudging forward each pass your warm mouth makes.

Now, the tip of your nose collides with his pelvic bone, a methodical gag with each thrust. Your cheeks hollowed around his thick length, despite the stretch it was to fit him in your mouth. You tease the underside of his cock with your tongue, tracing each vein and small curve with vigor—undoubtedly only multiplying his sensitivity. “You look even prettier like this, swallowing my cock.” Tears have pricked at the corner of your eyes, showing through your hooded stare up at him.

His head pushes increase in speed, and you can feel his tip bruising the back of your throat, causing heavier breaths through your nose. The last thing you’re going to do is tap out for air, not with the attractive sight in front of you. Your scalp burns from the press of his fingertips, but it’s an arousing pain. He’s remained in charge this whole time, but even he can’t conceal his need for release.

Simon’s grunts and groans have grown louder, his head is thrown back, and he’s bucking his hips upward into your mouth to meet his pushes. By now, the muscles in your jaw have given way, enough for you to withstand all the force of his jerks.

“Almost done, sweetheart.” He’s no longer teetering on the cliff of release—he’s there. The hand on the back of your head gives your hair a yank, keeping you in place as he uses his thrusts to finish himself off.

Your eyes flutter shut, hearing the feral moans paired with his hot seed spurting down your throat. “Swallow for me, that’s it.” He watches the muscles of your sore throat muscles constrict and unwind, with no sign of the semen oozing from your lips. Only your own saliva is, a string of it visible when you pull yourself away from his length.

Simon fingers his pocket, finding and pulling out a condom. “Think you can manage this for me?” He presses the jagged corner of the pouch to your wet lips. You sink your teeth into the foil edge, pulling your head back until it rips open. He slides the latex down on his length, stomach still rising and falling from the intensity of his finish.

Before leaning back on the bed, he clamps a hand around your upper arm, pulling you up with him. He shifts himself back to not hang off the edge, re-positioning the both of you with little effort. Then, he lifts up your dress enough to be faced with your soaked undergarments, followed by a slight ‘tsk’ under his breath. You’re eager by this point, now that your tender throat is a constant reminder of what he had been blessed with, and how profoundly you’re yearning for this man.

With some shifting of your legs, you roll the panties off and toss them aside. Once you’ve returned to your original position, hovering over his length as it rests against his stomach, he cocks his head. “You can’t be tired yet, haven’t even touched you.” It’s a mocking, downright patronizing scoff, but it’s bleeding with allure.

You peer down at his twitching length, wrapping your fingertips around the shaft until you’ve guided him in front of your entrance. Simon’s merely enjoying the show, the gears whirling in your head as you work out the mathematics of the act. His tip is being eased by your hands until he feels a small bit of warmth swallowing it, the familiar squelch of your slick core being eased onto his swollen cock. Your eyes flutter shut as you sink lower, feeling both the burn of the stretch and the alleviation of all the aching you felt for him.

His large hands find each of your hips, feeling your shaky hips eventually collapse fully onto his length, gandering a drawn-out groan from his lips. The only part of his face you can see, his eyes; they’ve rolled slightly—now a hooded stare of hunger.

You start to roll your hips, his length is as deep as possible in this position. Each hand resting on your waist rolls up your dress more until everything below your belly button is in his sight. “Knew you would take it all, pretty minx like you.” He mutters, his accent stronger when wasted with ardor.

For now, you’re easing yourself in circles on his length, relishing in the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix. Gently enough to yield no discomfort, but with enough force to kick off the waves of pleasure coursing through you. The burn in your thighs is the only discouraging part about this, only seconds in and your lower half feels weaker.

“Need some help?” He says smugly, an unhurried thrust upwards into you to eliminate your body’s burden of control. The sensation makes you quake, a hushed moan escaping you. It seemed when you were so focused on doing all the work, you hadn’t made a sound. But now, your delight was on full display, deserving to be a stuttering mess by the end of tonight.

His fingers tightened around the fabric of your dress, rutting his hips upwards with more intensity. Your hands switch between grasping the white sheets to palms on his chest, unable to keep upright without the support of a surface. He gives little time for adjustment, only increasing the bucking of his hips with each second. Eventually, your gasps have turned into overwhelmed whines, a fucked-out expression forming on your face.

The sound of skin meeting skin fills the hotel room, overpowered by the sounds of pleasure largely coming from your lips. Simon’s sounds have remained primal grunts and groans, profanities coming through gritted teeth when he bottoms out entirely.

You feel the familiar bubble of release in your abdomen, the clenching of your gummy walls each time he slides in and out of you. His name slips out a few times, gaining an amused, egotistical chuckle. You felt better around him than he could’ve imagined like he was the moment he saw the flesh of your thighs when you crossed your legs at the barstool; the dress fabric constricted them, begging to be wrapped around his waist and bouncing on his cock. And now, he has been granted his short-lived fantasy.

“Keep doin’ that, sweetheart.” Simon tossed his head back again, the sensitivity increasing when you pulsed around him. The warmth around his length, the constriction of your core, the moans of approval—he was doomed to climax again. You’ve gathered enough endurance to move your hips with him. They clash with each meeting thrust, a jolt of electricity every time he pumps so deep. Even if this is cut short by his finish, the feeling of him inside you now is enough.

Your back arches, seemingly stuck with tense muscles as your core endures his drilling. A small portion of your climax has hit you when he changes the angle, making you cry out even louder. He’s gotten shaky and sloppy, and his physical strength is the only thing allowing this amount of speed.

“Gonna—” He begins, rutting with even more aggression, so much you’ve been left at a standstill. His words are cut short by the shake of his thighs, then a slow decrease in his intensity. “Bloody fuck...” Simon’s eyes shut briefly as he finishes, the grip on your waist unyielding until it passes. Your chest heaves above him, his length still embedded deep while you both recover.

The once-arched posture turns into a tired slump, eyes half-lidded as a satisfied sneer spreads on your face. It wasn’t a dissatisfying hook-up, it was one for the books. You can feel his muscles relax beneath you, a twitching cock sliding out of you until it lays flaccid against his inner thigh. His fingers find the hem of your dress and push the fabric back down, and even he’s surprised it didn’t fray from his iron grip.

You swing your legs off him, crawling to the side of the bed occupied with your things. Simon didn’t use many words, and you were too exhausted for them anyways; your legs had turned to putty minutes ago.

You hear the snap of his waistband, then the shuffling of denim being pulled up his firm thighs. With your back turned to him, you don’t see him dig into his wallet and place some bills on the neighboring nightstand, folded in half neatly. Once the suite door shuts behind him, your drowsy eyes have fluttered to a tight close.

————— ୨୧ —————

Things were… complicated when you woke up and saw the money left on the nightstand, next to a scribbled phone number. Were you offended? Yes. Were you flattered? Also yes

Simon wasn’t the type of hookup you just brushed off, enjoy for the night, then forget it ever happened. Vivid flashbacks plagued you the entire morning, as did how you were still wearing last night's clothes, and your makeup had been ruined.

Whoever—whatever he was; he knew how to carry himself.

If you never saw him again, the night would be nothing but an erotic memory. But, it was worth a shot to reach out.

Your finger hovered over the call button for about a minute, hesitancy gnawing at you. He wouldn’t give this to you if he didn’t want you to reach out. Why him, the most mysterious bloke in the bar? Was it too early in the afternoon to contact him? Did you look too available?

Imagining the sensations all over again, that’s what swayed you. Worst case, he refuses the company or doesn’t pick up.

Each ring had you shaking your head, losing both your dignity and confidence in the bold move.

… “Hello?”

The gravel in his voice told you he had very recently been sleeping off last night’s activities. You practically pinched yourself, cringing at the sound of your own voice when you replied.

“It’s me. I wasn’t sure if I should call right away but… I can’t stop thinking about last night.” You rolled your eyes at yourself, ashamed of the reflection you saw through the hotel mirror. This was ridiculous, right? Downright needy?

A nerve-racking chuckle can be heard as if he was feeding on your humiliation. His voice had a little hint of unsteady as if he wasn’t expecting a call.

“Gave you some sweet dreams, then, huh?” His dry attempt at flirting made your face sizzle with warmth.

His faux self-assurance rang for miles, though it was abundantly clear he couldn’t care less about how he presented himself. What you see, that’s what you get from him.

You liked what you saw. Very much.

“I was thinking,” you began, squeezing the puffy duvet with all your might, “we could get together. Tonight?” You bit down on your lip with so much force, you pricked it with your teeth.

There were a few seconds of silence on the other line, then the faint shuffle within sheets. You impatiently licked away the drop of metallic crimson, expecting the beep of a terminated call.

“Like the sound of that.” His smugness almost had you doing a lap around the hotel room.

You hadn’t the slightest clue what you were in for, but there was not a chance in hell you were bailing on tonight.

————— ୨୧ —————

Why did you feel the need to clean an already spotless hotel room? You didn’t have a clue either. The thought of sending a maid in there had you brainstorming senseless scenarios; the underpaid housekeeper knowing precisely what you were up to.

But you had no reason to feel ridiculous. He agreed, you two were consenting adults, what’s the harm?

Everything looked untouched, almost passable for a vacant room except for your bags. You dug through said luggage and found a more relaxed evening outfit.

He seemed like the punctual type. Looking at the digits on the digital clock, you counted down the minutes. The clock hit six o'clock—then a few additional minutes had you convinced he skipped town.

You almost tumbled off the futon when three faint taps sounded on the door.

6:03 PM

You spread the blinds with two fingers, seeing the familiar broad shoulder resting against the wall, the faint fog of his breath in the bitter evening air. Taking a look in the mirror, you examined your appearance once more—then made your way to the door. With a heavy sigh, the door creaked open, revealing him.

“Hey,” you greeted, stepping aside to let him step in. Any other greeting seemed too formal, yet the one you uttered seemed too relaxed.

You pressed a palm on the flesh of your hips, both hands at your sides after shutting the door. Seeing him so soon, it seemed ludicrous, but his aura was addictive. His boots shuffled against the carpet, footing inside with hands stuffed into his jacket pockets.

“Didn’t have to dress nice for me.” Simon sat on the futon, legs spread wide as he leaned against the backrest.

You settled on the bed adjacent to him, shaking your head to shake away the flushed feeling his rasp gave you. “I wanted to,” you replied, looking up from your lap, “do you want to watch something?” You wanted to smack a palm on your forehead. Watch something? Simon knows why you called him here, and you haven’t been exactly subtle.

“You can put something on. Can’t promise I’ll be watching the movie, though.” He said with the slightest glint of eroticism in his eyes. To cope with the urge to tear his clothes off right then and there, you slid the channel list off the end table, entering the most promising one. It was a dated slasher film, interesting enough to keep your attention. You fiddled with the pamphlet for a few seconds, before setting it back on the nightstand.

His stare hadn’t broken, earning a chuckle from you, “what is it?” You question, running a hand over the tucked bedding. Simon wanted you, right then. Why else had you called him? You wanted more business, it was so obvious to him.

“Never met anyone like you.” What he wanted to say was that he’s never met an escort like you. You were selling the whole quality time and date night act well. And he had fallen for it, spending the whole night yearning for another night with you, to be a few hundred dollars less by the end of the night.

You let out a small scoff, keeping your eyes glued to the TV. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment, Simon.” You were, purely because you pictured that cash he gave you. Had it truly been that good of an experience for him? Someone with more than enough practice in the bedroom?

“Take it however you want,” you heard him shuffle, and then his shadow cast on your frame.

You turned your head when you felt a finger tracing your chin, then running along your bottom lip. “As long as I can hear your voice.” His touch made you shiver slightly, sending a rush of head down your hammering chest. So much for warming up with a movie.

The urge to kiss him had never been stronger, but you didn’t dare reach for the fabric concealing his lips. You couldn’t blow this now, not after a day of picturing the second round with him. “You’re giving me those eyes again. You want something?” Your head nodded, though you were speechless from desire. Simon chuckled lowly, admiring your meek effort to answer him.

His hand tightened around your jaw, taking on the role of the commanding figure in the room. “What kind of prick would I be to keep you waiting, then?” His true nature was to give, it was only fair considering how good you were to him the previous night.

The unoccupied hand slid up your thigh until he reached the hem of your shirt, hiking up the fabric until he gave the back of your bra a tug, releasing the hooks until it slid off. His large hands fondled your breasts, running a gentle thumb over the nipple until you produced a soft gasp for him. When he grew impatient, which took little time, he pulled the shirt off your head until your top half was on full display to him.

Slowly but surely, the positions shifted until he was hovering over you on the bed, his knee between your legs. You rocked against it for friction, the pressure of his kneecap pressing on your clothed clit, now slightly swollen from arousal. “A little impatient aren’t we?” He cooed into your ear, the statement plain hypocritical. He couldn’t even sit through a minute of the film you put on before he was looking at you like a piece of meat on a platter.

He picked up the pace of his hands, indulging your impatience. Within seconds, you found yourself on your stomach, the bottoms you were wearing being pulled down with a harsh yank. He lifted each of your legs until you were rid of all your clothes entirely. Now, you were below him and at his mercy; the opposite of last night.

You raised your hips slightly upon feeling his bulge pressed against your ass, a painful tease considering how needy you were. He grasped one of your thighs, spreading them enough to trace his fingers along your core from behind. “Guess I was right.” He purrs into your ear, inserting a finger into your cunt. Simon slowly pumped his finger in and out, adding a second when enough slick pooled down to his knuckles.

His fingers were long enough to stimulate places only your hands could dream of; a foreign, but insatiable sensation to you. You arched your back and writhed feeling the preparation of his fingers, sliding down a hand of your own to circle your clit. But you needed more; he needed more, and he didn’t want you getting sloppy like last night.

Simon withdrew his fingers, snaking one arm around your midsection to keep you in place. “Keep still for me, love.” He murmured straight into your ear, the low octave giving you the chills. Behind you, he tugs at the waistband of his jeans and boxers simultaneously, exposing his stiff length. He could waste time teasing you, it would be so easy with you this desperate. But you didn’t finish last night, and he was aching to feel you come undone around his length.

With one arm still keeping your lower half in place, he guided his cock to your pulsing core, easing himself inside inch by inch. Your breathing hitched, despite this being the second time you felt him stretching you out. Simon eased deeper, until he bottomed out and could feel the bulge of himself through the hand on your stomach.

His thrusts were snappy and deep, his palm pressing on your stomach to enhance the pleasure you were feeling. A spark of pleasure ignited into a consuming wave, making you sputter and mewl at his expense. This was different than last night, not as focused on him, though he was enjoying this just as much. When he went home that night before bed, spending several minutes pumping his length, he was imagining pumping your tight, sticky walls; his fist didn’t compare, not in the slightest. This was too much. But he wouldn’t stop until you finished.

“You’re close aren’t you?” Simon rutted into you with force, moving the hand from your stomach to the base of your throat, pulling you up so your curved back was against his chest. His lips trailed along the back of your neck, peppering sloppy licks and kisses on your prickled flesh.

Your eyes widened slightly at the realization—he had lifted his mask, maybe even taken it off his head completely.

His saliva coated your neck in small spots, adding to the array of sensations, similar to a violent whiplash of pleasure. It was like the previous night, waves of pleasure with each of his slamming thrust into your needy core. Your gummy walls pulsed around him, drawing groans and rolls of his eyes, a slight nibble on your earlobe to keep his approaching climax contained.

Your words were an inconsolable quake by this point. “Fuck— Simon—” A hushed sniggle came through Simon’s agape lips, urging him to make one final move to push you over the edge. He slithered his hand from your throat until it found the nape of your neck, pushing your upper body forward so only your hips remained raised. The switch allowed him to hit an even deeper angle, his balls slapping against your rear with each deafening thrust.

Though his hands were firm when folding you, his words remained gentle and praising, as if he was enjoying them himself. “Gonna cum for me, hm?” He teased with a deep inhale, both hands now thrusting your hips backward onto his length—not easing up on his intensity.

Fire pooled in your lower abdomen, like a swirling inferno going to burst any second. Everything seemed to burn, with the exception of your core. Your muscles ache and contract, a thin layer of sweat formed on your skin, the indents of his fingertips seared doomed to be seared into your memory for days following.

All the building, tight churning; it shattered within seconds of his relentless pounding. You let out a choked sob of pleasure, squeezing your eyes shut as you writhed and twitched around his cock. The deepness of his thrusts, the speed of them, doomed you to the prolonged climax you were expecting.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” the firm hand on your nape releases once your high ceases, “so good for me.” It seemed the moment you hit your own breaking point, he lost all the stamina he had used to prevent his own. Only seconds later, his thrusts had turned sloppy and slow, easing in and out until he drained every last drop of his seed inside you.

What once was a heat from your high, it was now the warmth of his semen pooling inside of your core, seeping out the slower he went. Your hips remained raised, though your thighs burned and shook from the intensity of the activity. When Simon’s hands withdrew from your hips, you rolled onto your side as he removed his sensitive cock.

By the time you turned to face him, the balaclava had already been pulled down over his face again. If you weren’t so vividly focused on the sensations, you might’ve forgotten about how his lips felt. There was no way, not after he made you finish like that.

He tucked his length into his boxers, then pulled up his jeans again, but didn’t bother to button them up again. “How much do I owe you, love?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, peeling away apart his stacks of cash.

You were so caught up in the moment previously, you forgot to mention the elephant in the room. You weren’t an escort, just a woman who hit the hookup lottery. “You know I’m not a hooker, right?” You sat up in the bed, finding the spare quilt and wrapping it around your naked frame.

“Should I be offended?” You questioned again, filling his stunned silence. He was trying to conceal his shock, but his freeze said it all.

He folded his wallet again, tucking it away with a silent glare. Now, you were just plain apprehensive about his answer. At first, the money was flattering, that you were that good for him. But now? What if all he thought of you was a hussy he found in a pub?

When he noticed your crumbling humor about the situation, he scrambled to place a hand on your waist, “this is my bad. You were just— you were plain amazing, sweetheart. I thought you were an over-qualified escort, not some…”

Wow. That could’ve come out better.

The faltered confidence now turned into a grimace, a playful one. His scramble to correct himself, to ensure he didn’t hurt your feelings—it was charming. You couldn’t conceal your snicker as he leaned close, eyes swallowed with guilt.

“I’m not upset, Simon. Not anymore, at least.” You retorted, holding the hand that was on your waist.

Simon let out a sigh of relief, eyes studying you for any sign of doubt. His fingers caressed the fabric of the quilt, brows knitted together with half-seriousness.

You chuckled at his brooding exterior, his whole-hearted attempt at swaying you into being irate. “Was I worth the money?”

He nodded his head sluggishly, the fabric over his mouth shifting as he gave a smirk. “I don’t think any bloke can put a worthy price on that.”

#mw2 #mw2 fanfic #call of duty #simon riley #task force 141 #ghost mw2 #simon riley x reader #task force 141 x reader #simon riley smut #ghost x y/n #ghost x you #ghost x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #cod x reader #cod x you #cod x y/n

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somebluemelodies · 3 months

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@atthebell's SPIDERBIT WEEK DAY SIX: it couple | enigma revisiting the coffee shop au for this one, which you can read here! consider this a couple months or so post first date :> featuring: qroier being hopelessly in love and qcellbit being a total fucking nerd (/affectionate. and also hopelessly in love) this is a little lengthy like the last one my apologies-

"Roier, I can hear you thinking from here, man."

Roier abruptly stands from his spot leaning against the counter. "Perdón."

"Keep thinking that hard and you're going to destroy your last functioning brain cell." Mariana eyes his best friend. "Are you still trying to ask that guy out?"

"Yes," he answers, exasperated. "I don't know what the fuck to do."

"Just fucking ask him, man! It's not hard."

"I don't want to just ask, man! I want to do something cool for him, you know? He deserves it." Roier eyes Mariana right back. "Besides, I don't think you're allowed to offer relationship advice. You and Slime just started making out every day and eventually slapped a label on it."

Mariana looks smug and punchable. "And we're engaged now."

Roier only flips him off, leaning back against the counter and returning to his moping pondering. The other barista huffs after a few seconds, finally attempting to make himself useful. "Well, what does he like?"

"He's an investigator," is how Roier answers, "he—"

It's like a flip is switched in his brain, and he shoots back upright. "That's it! I know!" And before Mariana can question it, he's rushing out back to grab his phone.

When he returns, he's near-silent for the next several minutes upon grabbing a pen and napkin, save for occasional mumbling to himself as he studies intently whatever is on his phone screen.

Mariana doesn't bother stepping over yet, watching as Roier eventually starts writing something down on the napkin. Only when the pen has been capped, and Roier sighs to himself, seemingly satisfied, does he finally question the other again. "Happy now?"

Roier nods, smiling. "Sí."

(And so it goes.)

...

“And someone left this on one of the tables?”

Roier nodded. “Sí. Shortly before my shift ended.”

Cellbit seems mildly skeptical, but he doesn’t question it. Besides, who would he be to pass up solving a jumbled mess of letters?

“Well, it’s not a Caesar cipher. Doesn’t make sense. But…” He leans down, reaching for his satchel and rummaging through its contents before he finds a piece of paper, placing it on the coffee table alongside the napkin.

Intrigued, Roier scoots closer from their spot on his couch, hooking his chin over Cellbit’s shoulder. It looks like a table, but it’s full of letters instead of numbers. “What is that?”

(It’s just to get a closer look.)

(Cellbit wills his cheeks to cool down.)

“It’s for a Vigenère cipher. The letters in the middle are for all the encrypted letters. The left-hand column is the alphabet for whatever the key is, and the top row is the plaintext, or the 'normal' letters, if you will. In this case, it's what we're going to solve for."

(Cellbit explaining is leagues better than reading a bunch of words on a screen.)

(He could listen to Cellbit talk all day.)

“So how exactly do you solve it?” Roier asks. He has somewhat of an idea, but it was mostly him filling out the criteria on the website to encrypt it for him.

“I want to try and figure out the key first. I’m guessing the little coffee cup in the corner here has something to do it.” Cellbit points to the little doodle in the bottom right-hand corner, thinking for a moment. “It might not work, but let’s say the key is the word café. Vigenères are polyalphabetic ciphers; it utilizes multiple Caesar ciphers inside of itself, but the increments depend on whatever the key is— sorry, not important— polyalphabetic just means that they—"

“Use multiple alphabets?”

Cellbit smiles, and warmth blooms in Roier’s chest. “Yes!”

He pulls a pen from his chest jacket pocket. “We’re going to repeat café until it matches the length of the message.” He starts writing the letters underneath the cipher, continuing to talk. “We’re only going to be using the C, A, F, and E letters on the left-hand column, none of the others. Let me just finish this…”

Roier waits patiently until Cellbit gets to the last letter. When he does, he reaches for the table he’d pulled out. “Okay! So, now, to actually decipher it, we’re going to take the first letter of the key, C, and we’re going to locate the first letter of the cryptic message, Y, in C's row.” Cellbit’s pen lands on the letter Y. “Next, we’re going to follow that up to the top row for the plaintext.” The pen travels up. “W. So, the first letter of the decrypted message is W. Does that make sense?"

The barista nods as the investigator glances over to check. "Yeah. You're very smart, gatinho, you know that?"

Cellbit chuckles. "Gracias, guapito."

With that, he starts to work on decoding the rest of the cipher. Roier can't help but marvel at the speed he's able to work at - and doing it manually at that, not just putting it through online like he did. But Cellbit solving it fast is doing nothing for his nerves, his heartbeat starting to pick up.

He lets the other work quietly, trying not to shuffle and shift too much from his place leaning against him. He can't tell if he's regretting this or not, with the way the anticipation is killing him.

(But he also knows shit like this makes Cellbit happy, so maybe it won't be the complete end of the world.)

When Cellbit gets to the last word, though, he starts to slow down, processing exactly what the message is in front of him. He becomes acutely aware of Roier's head on his shoulder, the way his dark eyes are flitting back and forth between him and the papers, and pieces start clicking into place.

But he finishes it, because he knows Roier made it. Because he's stunned someone would go to this length for him. And so, the decoded cipher stares back up at him.

(WILL YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND)

Cellbit reads it back over to himself, once, twice, heart hammering in his chest as a haziness washes over him. He feels Roier lift his head, momentarily mourning the loss of contact, but wills his voice to work. "Roier..?"

"Well?" Roier asks after a moment, and Cellbit feels brave enough to glance over at him. They lock eyes, and he looks just as nervous as Cellbit feels, if not more. "Will you?"

For a moment, Cellbit doesn't move, expression unreadable, and Roier wonders if maybe this was a mistake after all. But then he sits upright, and orients to face him. "Cellbo—?"

He's effectively cut off by lips pressing against his, one of Cellbit's hands cupping his face as the other rests against the back of his neck.

Roier's eyes close immediately, melting into it as one arm wraps around the investigator's neck. His other hand goes up, threading through Cellbit's hair and subconsciously deepening the kiss.

(It feels warm, it feels right.)

They only pull apart when their lungs demand oxygen, foreheads resting together.

"Does that answer your question, guapito?" Cellbit breathes out.

Roier grins. "I think I need a little more clarification, gatinho."

Cellbit can't help but laugh. "Let me try again, then."

"By all means."

And somehow, the second kiss is almost better than the first.

(Enigma solved.)

#i think a lot about how qroier has said he wants to make an enigma for qcellbit #and while i was trying to think of something to write today i remembered that #and sure i could've done a canon divergence sorta thing #but upon further thinking #i thought it could be such a cute expansion to the coffee shop/modern spiderbit au #i think this is comprehensive. is this comprehensive?#i researched ciphers for this i'm pretty proud of myself #qsmp roier #qsmp cellbit #spiderbit #qsmp #blue writes qsmp #atthebell's spiderbit week

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k111lemall · 3 months

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“You wanna do this here?” ⚡️ Kirk Hammett x Fem!Reader

word count: 1,317

warnings: smut, unprotected pinv, kinda public sex??, dry humping (for a second)

I sat on the couch, legs crossed, and a magazine in my hand - trying to drown out the sound of the boys arguing.

James didn’t like that Lars always had something to say about his playing and that he should “Shut the fuck up because you’re the drummer.” and this caused Lars to snap back with some snotty thing that made James get up and walk out of the room, the record producer following closely behind him.

I, Kirk, Lars, and Cliff all sat in silence in the room for a little bit before Lars cut the awkward tension with an “I mean, am I wrong? His guitar is all over the place.” and threw his hands in the air. Cliff looked at Lars and said, “Kinda, you could’ve mentioned it to him differently…instead of being a dick about it.” Lars whipped his head around to look at Cliff “I wasn’t a dick about it.” Lars snapped back, getting a “Ehh” from me and Kirk.

A couple of seconds later the record producer came back into the room, without James. “Listen, Lars, you and James need to apologize to each other - then I’m gonna take you all across the street and get us some food. Cool?” He said, looking around at all of us. Cliff grew a smirk on his face and got up from his chair, Lars rolled his eyes and with an annoyed “Okay” he followed behind Cliff.

They all turned to look at me and Kirk, who hadn’t followed them and the record producer gave us a look. “You guys coming?” He asked, Kirk shook his head “Nah, I’m gonna stay back and work on my solo.” Kirk said and the record producer looked at me “Want me to get you guys anything?” but me and Kirk shook our heads no and they waved goodbye before walking out of the room leaving just me and Kirk.

*:･☾⋆｡

Shortly after they left, Kirk sat down next to me on the couch to see what I was reading - and after a compliment from Kirk on how he loved my perfume, he was kissing my neck while I read him an article from the magazine on how rock music was damaging the youth. “Satan’s Music.” I scoffed as I read it, and Kirk laughed before going back to town on my neck, surely leaving bruises.

“I thought you had to work on your solo Mr. Hammett,” I said while laughing and playfully trying to push Kirk off. “Nah, all my solos are done. Just wanted to find a way to get some alone time with you.” Kirk replied, “Is that so?” I replied, and Kirk gave me a small “mhm” before pulling me into his lap.

Since I was now straddling Kirk on the couch, Kirk ran his hands up my thighs and to the bottom of my shorts, pulling them down a little. “You know James was staring at your legs?” Kirk asked and I shook my head “Wasn’t paying attention to him, just you and that magazine.” I replied, and Kirk chuckled. I ran my hands up his biceps and once I reached his shoulders I began running my hands down his chest and stomach, eventually getting to his belt and starting to un-do it.

Kirk looked down at his belt then at me and smirked. “You wanna do this here?” he asked “Yes Kirk, where else would we do it?” I replied “Well, I have a perfectly good car-“ I cut him off before he could finish “Kirk Hammett you are not fucking me in a car, we’re not eighteen anymore.” I replied and we both laughed.

I finally got his belt completely off and threw it on the ground and leaned myself down to kiss him. While me and Kirk kissed I used my free hands to un-do the top button and pull his zipper down. I could feel Kirk's mouth turn into a smile and Kirk brought his hands up to rub them up my back and eventually down my arms.

I lifted myself back up and took off my shirt and tossed it next to Kirk’s belt. Kirk’s hands roamed up my waist and eventually to my hips where he gently grinded me back and forth on his crotch. I could feel Kirk’s hard-on underneath me which provided some friction that made me lean my head down, causing my hair to fall in front of my face and a soft moan to escape my lips.

I looked back up and saw Kirk’s eyes laser-focused on where our bodies were meeting and his mouth was slightly parted. I took Kirk’s unawareness to my advantage and slowly lifted my hands to my back unclasped my bra and slid it down my arms before discarding it next to my top on the ground. The flying piece of fabric caught Kirk’s attention and he looked up at my bare chest.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer Kirk, I need you. Now.” I whined out, and Kirk grinned. “Okay, okay..” Kirk stopped moving my hips hooked his thumbs on the side of my shorts, and pulled them down. I lifted myself so Kirk could slide them down fully and I kicked them off. Now completely bare in front of Kirk, he looked at me hungrily - like he hadn’t seen me naked plenty of times before.

To snap Kirk out of his daze I hooked my hands on the tops of his jeans and boxers and slid them down enough for them his dick to spring free. His pre-cum leaked from the tip and I bit my lip and looked at Kirk who was already looking at me. I lifted myself and hovered over his fully hard dick before slowly sliding myself down his length and I gasped in a breath at the feeling. “Fuck..” Kirk groaned out, I moaned out and covered my mouth to hopefully muffle the sounds I was making a little bit but Kirk grabbed my arm and brought it down. “I wanna…fuck…hear you…” he gasped out.

I leaned my head back as Kirk began to thrust into me at a very fast pace and I could feel my eyes beginning to roll into the back of my head. “Kirk…fuck, fuck, fuck…” I moaned out. I placed my hand on Kirk’s stomach for support as I rode him back and forth, Kirk brought his hand up to grope one of my boobs and I used my other free hand to place it on top of his that was massaging my tit.

“Ah…fuck I think I’m gonna cum soon…” Kirk huffed out. “Me..too…” I replied and in seconds Kirk's grip on my boob tightened and his other hand moved to my hip to help me move faster on his cock. “Fuck, don’t stop Kirk, please don’t.” I begged, “I’m not stoppin’ just keep riding me.” Kirk replied. After a few more moments of pure pleasure, I could feel Kirk’s hips begin to buck into me. “Shit, I’m cumming!” Kirk yelled and a short gasp later and Kirk’s load filled me up and mine squirted all over him.

We both sat breathing heavily, I lifted myself off of Kirk and laid down on him for a minute - just listening to his heartbeat and trying to cool down. I used the hair tie on my wrist to put my hair in a low bun to get it off my neck, while Kirk put himself back in his pants and zipped them up while I re-dressed myself. As soon as I finished sliding on my shorts the door opened and everyone walked in holding styrofoam cups and takeout bags with their leftover food. “Well, you guys look like you had fun,” Lars said.

Me and Kirk both just looked at each other and smiled.

(HOLY GUACAMOLE THIS TOOK ME A WHILE. I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY IN POSTING AND THE STORY SOUNDING KIND OF RUSHED - I HAD TO STUDY FOR A PSYCHOLOGY TEST AND HELP MY YOUNGER SISTER WITH SOMETHING OVER THE LAST COUPLE OF DAYS SO I'M SO SORRY BUT IT’S FINALLY OUT AND I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!!)

#hell444you #hell444youwrites!!#metallica #kirk hammett #kirk hammett smut #metallica smut #kirkhammett #finally got this done #sorry this took so long #school is a pain in the butt

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1konop · 1 year

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we’re gonna ignore how i literally fell off the face of the earth and stopped writing….

anyways, i apologize for dipping with literally no warning.

now with that out of the way,

‧₊˚ ✩ Jungkook’s Morning Routine & You ✩ ‧₊˚

an: every time i open up tumblr, i see notifications from my old headcanons and i think that’s crazy bc they’re old!

anyways enjoy jungkookers ~ ♡

warnings: not proofread, immense domestic jk

There’s no doubt that you both wake up to his alarm at an ungodly hour in the morning. You groan as you feel the bed dip slightly as Jungkook turns on the bedside lamp.

You look at his puffy face, stifling a laugh as you look at his eyes desperately trying to stay open.

Jungkook would lean in and press a soft kiss on the crown of your head while you begrudgingly slide out of bed.

You both find your way into your shared bathroom, both of you deciding to stay silent. Jungkook showers while you brush your teeth. Jungkook sings as you wash your face, the coolness of the water waking you up.

You both change into comfortable, yet presentable clothing.

Jungkook presses his chest against your back as he wraps his arms around you. You’re busy tucking in your shirt as he presses a chaste kiss on your shoulder. You smile as he sways you both back and forth, laughing at his boyish charm.

The sun has begun to peek through his blackout curtains as you both fix the bed you share. As you fold the heavier blankets you used the night before, you feel the impact of a thrown pillow aimed at your back.

You turn around and see Jungkook’s contagious smile spreading across his face. He laughs shortly after, leaning forward from the incredulous face you made.

Without missing a beat, you chuck a pillow his way and hear a connecting smack. Jungkook steps back a bit, still laughing at what had happened.

You laugh as you watch him attempt to stand up but falls to his knees instead. You smile as he picks up the pillows and arranges them on the bed. Oh how you loved him.

Breakfast was like any other. You found your way to the couch as he made his way to the stove. You turn on some quiet rnb as Jungkook takes eggs out of the refrigerator. You sit on a stool and watch as he dices chives and tops the egg with sesame seeds.

He plates the dishes and sets it in front of the both of you. You both eat and talk about what has to be done today.

He takes your plates and rinses them as you lay back on the couch. The music you had turned on is still playing while you aimlessly scroll through your phone.

Just as you’re about to like a mundane post you found, Jungkook pulls you off the couch holding both of your hands. He brings your left hand to his shoulder and holds your right hand softy. He looks into your eyes as the music plays and sets his left hand to gently hold your waist.

He spins you and dips you to the music as you laugh at his playful grin. He twirls you and holds you close as if you’ll float away from his grasp. You both sway to the music as you rest your head on his chest.

How could you have gotten so lucky.

was this good? 😭

i haven’t written anything in a while so please be nice huhuhu

have a good day friends !! ~❤️

#bts imagines #bts jk #bts #bts jeon jungkook #bts x reader #jjk #jungkook x reader #bts jjk #bts fanfic #jungkook drabbles #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenarios

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lyranova · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request William × f!reader for the autumn event with the prompts "middle of the night" and "lonely together" please 😊 Love your writing btw💖

Hiya anon! Of course, and thank you so much I’m glad you like my writing 🥺💕! I apologize this is so short but I really hope you still enjoy this little drabble!

Word Count: 404

Warnings: None

William sat outside the Golden Dawn base quietly, it was the middle of the night and the Captain couldn’t sleep. He had so much on his mind lately that he was finding it difficult to fall asleep and stay asleep.

So for the past few days William had been sneaking out of the base and going out into the garden for some cool fresh air. He suddenly turned and looked as he heard someone approach him.

“ You’re still awake Captain?” His girlfriend asked as she leaned against the wall and had a somewhat scolding look in her eyes. William chuckled a bit and nodded.

“ I am.”

“ Why? It’s the middle of the night, I thought you went to bed a while ago?” She asked as she walked over and sat down beside him on the bench.

“ I did, but I couldn’t fall asleep. So I just got back up and came out here.” He told her softly as he looked from her to the sky, his girlfriend nodded sympathetically as she had been there many times herself.

“ But aren’t you lonely? Being out here by yourself?” She asked curiously as she looked from the sky to her boyfriend.

“ Well, aren't you lonely? Always being by yourself?” He threw back at her, and he watched as her eyes widened before she began to chuckle.

He had a point, she tended to be a loner in the Golden Dawn until recently. After she grew closer to the Captain, she began to hang around the other members of the Golden Dawn as well, but there were more times where she was alone then not.

“ How about we be lonely together?” She suggested, and William turned to look at her with a small frown.

“ ‘Lonely Together’?”

“ Yep. We’re both lonely, but together, so we’re lonely together. It has a nice ring to it doesn’t it?” She asked with a small smile, and her boyfriend chuckled but nodded in agreement.

“ That it does.” He agreed, and shortly after the two just sat quietly and stared up at the moon and stars. They would talk every now and then, but otherwise they remained silent.

Suddenly William’s girlfriend felt a soft ‘thump’ against her shoulder and frowned, when she turned she noticed he had fallen asleep and was resting his head against her shoulder.

She chuckled softly before placing a gentle kiss on top of his head.

“ Goodnight William, sleep well.”

Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day 🥰!

#asks #anon 🌟#lyra’s autumn event #black clover #black clover oneshot #black clover fanfiction #black clover fanfic #black clover x you #black clover x y/n #black clover x reader #william vangeance #black clover william #william vangeance x reader

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starfxckersinc · 2 years

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🐍/ every day i think of some new gross thing u said to me when i was young that ive been kicking around for 5 years. you don’t deserve the amount of love & care i still have for u, probably above anyone else. u need to stop bothering me and romanticizing me and making shit harder on me bc u have no idea who i am. the last time u talked to me i was 17. u literally have no fucking clue who i am as a person & u don’t rlly want me & more importantly u don’t deserve me or anybody like me. cute that u kept everything bc i have probably 5 things left from everything u ever gave me, me & o burned most of ur clothes. should’ve donated that rlly nice sweater actually but i was livid. emailing me on vday & then turning me away when i was dumb and lonely enough to want to speak to u again was like shooting me in the stomach, i feel like you’re the one who abandoned me and u keep doing it over and over again. u shouldn’t even be part of this post bc by 20 I shouldn’t have heard from u twice. u have ur own life. we didn’t make one together. go live it

🦊/ thankfully i have no way of ever seeing or hearing from u again. fuck u for staying in contact with my abuser. fuck you for having to hear how severely i was abused b4 you’d block her despite being my closest friend. how could you repeat so many things that id already heard, be so callous & manipulative & lie to me about so many things. what im most hurt by is ur willingness to turn into the person who hurt me worst in the whole world and how that made me feel afterwards, like i physically feel like im encased in wax all the time, no interest in anything but highly idealized fantasies, no belief that other people actually value or want me besides their projections. it’s been over a year and I feel physically disgusting and detached from the regular experiences of a young person bc of what u did to me & how u treated me. you are so incredibly slimy and nasty and i can’t even properly type out what all i wish i could say. i can’t believe i spent months crying or feeling nauseous every time i saw something as simple as a tiktok abt drug use but u probably haven’t thought of me or what you did to me for a year. it doesn’t rlly matter bc it’s better for everybody if we just forget the whole thing, but it brings me immense satisfaction to know how much of a liar you are. im just so glad we’re separated from one another so i can slowly repair my insides, though if i ever got an apology from you somehow, i really think i could let go easier. that probably will never happen because you’d believe, coward that you are, that i wouldn’t appreciate that apology & that it made u a better person to not give it to me. again, fine. i wish we had never gotten close, it was such a waste of time and life

♠️/ short one! u were creepy af to me but u felt like my closest friend after all that shit went down & i was having hypomania/was totally unbalanced & fucked up. wanting to come see me was a red flag. hitting on me all the time was a red flag. involving me in decisions regarding my ex who was ur friend throughout ur teenhood was a red flag, telling me my insistence about protecting her would kill her, um, enormous red flag. the jokes abt fucking me, the only txting me nowadays to tell me I’m attractive, & then calling what id been thru redundant & saving face in front of ur gf like u hadn’t been paling around w me about my interests/issues already & hadn’t demonstrated that u were cool w them. it hurt me to lose u a lot more than i thought, and it still hurts, bc u really betrayed me. what did i expect from one of her friends, i guess? nobody was good to me after that shit went down. I thought u were my friend.

♣️/ even shorter: fuck you, you’re a dumbass & ur priorities are so? unnecessary & apathetic

🌪/ this controversy hasn’t cooled off enough to rlly dig into it but ur also a liar and a damn coward, ill be getting to you shortly

#aberdeen spoken word

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nella09archive · 7 months

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Marriage. 1

Chapter 1: the meeting

After I came from trying to get pass the fire I came upon a large man. He was attacking my friends. I tried attacking him, but nothing worked. He then asked about my power pole, and turns out he knew my grandpa. Wow! Someone knew my grandpa! This is amazing. Shortly after he asked me to find Master Roshi, and also his daughter, Chichi. He then told me about something about marrying. Whatever that means. I didn’t think much about it. I then flew off to find this Chichi, and go to Master Roshi.

As I flew around, till I heard a scream and went to the nose. Just as was approaching I could have sworn I saw that Yamcha person, driving away. When I made it to the small blue and pink figure, I noticed this person looked like that photo that guy showed me. “Hey, are you Chichi?”

They gave me a weird look, and asked how did I know them. I told them their dad sent me, and to take you to Master Roshi. I told them to get on nimbus so we could go. They pulled my tail to get on; I felt my energy leave me and a sharp pain up my back. I fell off nimbus when they got on. I told them about my tail, and they apologized. Shortly we started heading to Roshi’s.

As we rode I was curious if they were a boy or a girl. Using my foot, I tapped to see if they had ball, and she didn’t. “Oh, so you are a girl. I couldn’t tell.” She screamed and pushed me off nimbus. I fell on the ground hard, and she slammed into a large rock. Once we both continued on our way, she apologize for pushing me. “It hurt you know.” When I looked back, she was smiling.

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As I ran for the Trex I started panicking. Why did I agree to find this Master Roshi person? I understand I have to save my home, but why me. I got scared, since it was getting closer. I shot my blade at it, and it was slice in two. It was so gross I used the laser from my helmet to dispose of it. Then when I turned around this weird looking guy commented me, on what I did. I got scared. “My daddy told me to never speak to strangers.” I was about to shoot him with my laser, till I felt a sharp pain to my neck. Everything went black.

I don’t long I was out, but I felt someone shaking me awake. When I open my eyes it was the guy again. To top it off, he knew my name. He then told me that he loved me. “Wait, are you telling the truth?” He then turned around and gave me this funny look. Shortly after he got in his car and drove away. “I thought you loved.” I said in a sad whisper. I was actually starting to feel like I would cry, till I hear someone ask if I was Chichi.

When I looked up to him, he looked kind of cute. “Don’t tell me, you came to tell me you love me, too.” He looked confused, and then went to tell me about that my father sent him. I was slightly disappointed, but was also happy to be reminded what was my goal. He then told me to get on his funny cloud. It was soft and fluffy. I was having some trouble, he asked if I needed help. I noticed some type of rope and told him I was ok, as I pulled the rope.

Once I got on, he fell off. Why’s that? He then told me that was his tail. I apologized for not knowing, and for hurting him. He forgave me and we were off. As we flew over the desert I felt something tap my female parts. How dare he! I pushed him off, but soon found myself thinking maybe he was showing he liked me. That thought ended when I crushed into a rock.

The rest of the ride I was giggling. He was just so cute. Maybe when we’re older we could marry each other. Oh, wouldn’t that be nice. We could do stuff that I read in those magazines. Like holding hands, hugging, and play together. Oh, maybe even do those romantic stuff, like in the movies. I just was getting more and more excited, the more I thought about it.

We had so much fun flying to this Roshi place. I even saw the ocean. It was so cool. The world is so huge. I wonder if papa would let me travel on my own. If not, maybe, just maybe I could ask papa to let me travel with this boy, named Goku. Oh, it would be so amazing if he said yes. But knowing papa, he’ll say now.

Goku seemed to lost and asked this weird fish for directions. This was just so cool. We then came upon this small island, with a pink house. “Master Roshi!” called out Goku. Soon appeared a weird old man, with a turtle shell on his back. Goku said it was Master Roshi, but I didn’t believe he was. So, I said I should test him to see if he’s the real deal.

I found he was, and was yelled at. Soon after, he took Goku aside to talk to him. While they talked, I looked the small island in wonder. Maybe this place would be nice to visit, to go swimming and enjoy the sun. After all, I never went to the beach before, or even to an island. I stood at Fire Mountain my whole life, and it’s now that I see all this cool stuff. I wish papa let me go on adventures, and have fun. But papa knows best, and after this I have to stay home.

…

Once me and Master Roshi finish talking about Bulma going on a walk with him, I called out to Chichi that we’re leaving. When I looked at her, she was making faces. At one second smiling, another frowning. But I didn’t put much thought into it. As we flew back to her home, I did notice she was very quiet. Along this trip she wasn’t that quiet, but returning to her home she was noticeably quiet. I was going to ask till she spoke up.

“I don’t think I asked, but why are you helping me and my papa?”

“Well, you see, me and my friends are trying get this thing, called a dragon ball. Ox King said he think he saw one among his treasure. I couldn’t get pass the fire. So we agreed to help each other. I help him put out the fire, and he’ll let us take the dragon ball. Simple as that.” I don’t think she liked my answer. She looked sad, I didn’t like that. “Hey, wanna play while my friends look for the dragon ball, once the fire is out?” Her face light up with a super big smile and she agreed.

“Like a date?”

I was confused, but I figured that was a type of game or something. “Yeah.” I didn’t think her face would glow, as her smile grew. It grew to were even her eyes shined with joy. I never seen someone do that before, it was nice. I liked it. Come to think about it, I think I like her. She was nice, and she can fly nimbus, when my other friends couldn’t. And the way she smelled was also nice.

…

After Master Roshi used his Kamehameha wave to put out the fire, I tried it out before I left with Chichi to play. She took me to this huge flower field, that looked over a shiny lake. I was amazed. Then I notice there was a lone tree, on a hill. Chichi was standing against the tree, and smiling. There was a shade of pink crossing her face; why is that. I then asked her what we were supposed do for this ‘date’? She giggled and said how the boy was supposed to persuade the girl to do something enjoyable.

I thought I got it. Something enjoyable, maybe she mean like sparring. I went in with a punch. She moved just in time, and my hand left an imprint on the tree. We ended up sparring till Oolong came to get me. As I got in the back seat of the new car, Chichi asked me if I would I make her my bride. I didn’t know what that was, and told her. But I don’t think she believed me, as she fidget with her fingers and the pink on her face returned. Maybe she’s talking about food. Whatever it was it made her smile, so maybe it’s a good thing. “Sure Chichi.” With that she did the glowing thing again, and it made me feel like I did something special.

I silently promised myself that I’ll come back. If not for whatever a bride was, but at least to see Chichi make that smile again.

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nadja-antipaxos · 1 year

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one - mirrorball

Masterlist || Next - Two

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: swearing

Note: Enjoy! Please let me know if you like it. Feedback is encouraged. Thank you. Graphic by me. Takes place before 2x05

Word Count: 858

“Diya, please. If you don’t pick, I’m gonna get you a scone like Jaya.”

“I hate scones, Mummy.

“Then pick something, idiot.”

“Shut up, Jaya.”

“Don’t call your sister an idiot, Jaya, and don’t tell her to shut up, Diya. You have five seconds.”

Ted chuckles to Beard as he watches the brown-skinned mother and daughters in front of him. He had wanted to mix up their coffee shop routine and now they got a show. The indecisive girl has dark brown hair in pigtails and a familiar grey dress and blue polo school uniform. The older, irritated daughter has a high ponytail, dark hair, and a grey dress with a red polo. The mother has black hair and a colorful blue dress with a vibrant red coat—both of their colors. Ted finds it interesting that the daughters have English accents, but their mother has a very American accent.

“I’m really sorry.” The mother turns around to look at him.

“It’s fine.” Ted waves his hand.

The little girl, who looks about Henry’s age, tugs her mom’s red coat until she leans down. She whispers her order in her ear and shoots a wide-eyed glance at Ted. The older daughter rolls her eyes with such exhaustion Ted’s glad he doesn’t have a daughter.

“Hi. We’ll take one large coffee with milk, two small hot chocolates, a blueberry scone, and that banana nut loaf. And whatever they’re getting.” She jerks her thumb back at Ted and Beard.

“Oh, you don’t have—”

“One black coffee. One peppermint latte,” Beard cuts Ted off.

“You got it, man.” The mother winks and hands over her card. “What he said.”

She pushes her daughters out of the line to wait. Ted and Beard join them shortly after.

“Thank you for the coffee, ma’am.” Ted shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Thank you for waiting while someone took forever.” She looks down at her daughter. “I’m Priyala. This is Jaya and Diya.”

“And you’re Coach Lasso and you’re Coach Beard.” Diya smiles.

“Huh?” Priyala stares at her.

“Oh. My. God.” Jaya covers her face with her hand.

“Football, Mummy. They coach for Richmond.” Her eyes get wide again.

“Ahh. Cool.” Priyala raises her eyebrows, feigning interest.

“You can call me Ted cause I ain’t your coach.” Ted chuckles. Priyala has a glint in her eyes that makes his heart beat a little faster. “He does go by Beard though. Nice meet you, ladies.”

The barista calls her name, so Priyala grabs the tray with the drinks and the paper bag. They shuffle out of the coffee shop into the street. She hands off the drinks to her children along with their treats. She reads off the cup and hands the two coffees off to Ted and Beard. Her dark brown eyes are striking. She’s very pretty with high cheekbones and full lips. She looks familiar, but Ted can’t place her.

“What do you think our chances are this weekend?” Diya asks before ripping off a huge chunk of the banana nut loaf.

“Jesus, Diya.” Priyala breaks it into smaller pieces and puts the rest in the paper bag.

“I think we have a solid shot, tater tot,” Ted nods.

“You better, Ted.” Diya puts her hands on her hips.

Jaya snorts into her hot chocolate.

“Diya! Remember your manners. You do not talk to adults like that.”

“What? Daddy says if Richmond loses another match he’s getting a new club.”

“It’ll go great with his new house and new wife,” Jaya mutters softly, but Ted still hears her.

“What?” Diya didn’t.

“We’re gonna do our best, Diya.” Ted smiles.

“Apologize to Mr. Lasso.” Priyala looks down at her. “You call him Mr. Lasso or Coach Lasso. He is not Ted. You are seven years old.”

“Seven and a half!”

“Then act like it.”

“It’s really okay.” Ted puts his hand up and Jaya shakes her head at him, so he pulls it back.

“No, Diya. Apologize.”

“I’m sorry, Coach Lasso. I just really want you to win.”

“We wanna win too.” Beard nods.

“I’m sure the coaches are very busy, baby. And you two have school.” Priyala raises her eyebrows. “Pleasure to meet you both.”

“Nice meeting you, coaches,” Diya says automatically in a flat tone.

“Mhmm. Nice meeting you.” Jaya is already on her phone.

“Nice meeting you, ladies. Thank you for the coffees.” Ted waves as they walk away. “They were nice, huh?”

“You know who that was?” Beard stares at him then pulls a book out of his bag. It’s the latest series he’s been reading about a stubborn lady political strategist who falls in love with the other strategist on her campaign. Priyala is on the back cover. That’s how he knows her! He’s been staring at her face for two weeks. She wears a large and enchanting smile. And those eyes.

“Oh, wow.” Ted reads the "About the Author section". It says she’s from Boston but lives in London with her daughters. “Why didn’t you ask her to sign this?”

“I need to work up to it.” Beard swallows hard.

“That’s fair, Cher.” Ted shrugs.

#ted lasso #ted lasso x oc #ted lasso x ofc #fan fic #oc: priyala kumari #mirrorball

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cobrakaisb · 2 years

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tik toks pt. two

summary: more times that y/n referenced tik toks during their time with the cobra kai charcters (find part one here)

word count: 1082

a/n: in hont of season four coming out at the end of the month

when sam invited you to the beach club with her family and robby, you didn’t expect for them to get involved in a fight with some criminals. apparently robby was once involved with these fools who thought it would be a good idea to steal the wallets that belonged to the rich people who attended the club. robby and mr. larusso we’re kicking their asses, while you and sam watched from the sidelines. “y/n call the cops!” sam instructed, slapping your shoulder. “no,” you replied, continuing to video the fight. “wha-what do you mean no?” she asked in shock. “i mean no. you want to hear it in spanish, no!” you said, focusing back on the fight and your video.

“come on, we’re going to the arcade,” hawk said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “oh yeah. let me just get my money,” you agreed, digging through your bag for some extra cash. hawk and his friends laughed at your words. “what?” you asked, looking at them. “you won’t be needing it,” hawk explained, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the arcade. the boys ended up taking other peoples tickets and then jumping the counter to get some of the prizes. “come on y/n, come get something,” assface exclaimed, gesturing to the wall of stuffed animals. you gently shook your head no, “maybe we lost in translation, but i don’t steal.”

“so what was it like being in cobra kai with sensei kreese?” bert asked you while you were stretching at the miyagi-fang dojo. “yeah y/n tell us everything!” sam begs from her spot in the stretching circle. “i mean was it perfect? no. i think everyone made a mistake. was it seamless? was it flawless? no, nope, nope, nope. it wasn’t any of those things, but it sure was entertaining!” you explain with a smile on your face. “what about that dojo is entertaining?” asked demetri, confusion clear on his face. you just shrugged your shoulders in response.

“tory!” you shouted walking up to the girl after karate. “can i ask you a question?” “sure,” she answered, all her attention now focused on you. “how far would you drive for the girl of your dreams?” you asked, seriously. “i would drive anywhere,” she immediately replies. “what about to nebraska?” you asked with a teasing smile on your face. tory made a face of disgust before shouting, “oh fuck no!”

you followed the security guard into the visiting room. “he’ll be out shortly,” he promised before walking away. you took a seat at a nearby table, patiently waiting for robby to come out. when he arrived you smiled at him as he took the seat across from you. “hey robby, how are you doing?” you asked genuinely. “how do you think i’m doing y/n? i ended up in jail and my dad cares more about miguel than me,” robby said angrily. “damn double homicide,” you mumbled, instantly covering your mouth with your hand. “bitch,” robby exclaimed. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” you apologized profusely.

“i can’t believe that some of you don’t have fun, trendy nicknames,” you complained, looking around at your group of friends. demetri rolled his eyes at your words, “what are you talking about y/n?” “i mean none of us have cool trendy nicknames besides hawk!” you explained, gesturing to the group sitting at your lunch table. “okay so come up with some,” tory suggested and miguel nodded his head in approval. “alright. from now on we are going to refer to each other as code names. you shall call me eagle one. robby is been there done that. miguel is currently doing that. demetri is it happened once in a dream. tory is if i had to pick a girl, and sam is….eagle two,” you announced proudly. “what about me?” hawk asked. “your nickname is hawk, so you don’t need a new one,” you pointed out before eating your sandwich.

today was your birthday so you brought cupcakes into the cobra kai dojo to share with your friends. “okay so today is y/n’s birthday and they brought in cupcakes for us,” sensei lawrence said with five minutes left of class. you walked off the mats to grab the cupcake container once he was done speaking and then began passing them out. “i like you, have a cupcake,” you said, shoving the container in front of tory. “i like you, have a cupcake,” you repeated to miguel. hawk was next in line, smiling at you, waiting for his cupcake. “ewwww,” you mumbled before walking past him with a disgusted face. “i like you, have a cupcake,” you said to bert in a cheery voice, holding out the tray for him. “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” hawk yelled, as you continued to pass out cupcakes to everyone but him.

“y/n!” tory shouted as her and the other members of cobra kai sat down at your previously empty table. “hey tory. hi robby,” you greeted the two people of the group that you actually liked. the three of you started talking about, while their minions just sat around and listened. “so y/n”, kyler started, “are you a nicki fan?” you looked at him, appalled that he’d even ask that question. “what? am i a nicki fan? pull up in the sri lanka, what?” tory and robby started dying laughing.

“miguel, for a dollar, name a sensei that you hate,” you shouted walking up to him with your phone opened on voice memos in hand. he hesitated for a minute, his eyes flickering between hawk and demetri. “um,” he started. “scream it,” you encouraged, waving the dollar in his face. “sensei kreese!” he finally answered. “yes! take it!” you shouted, shoving the dollar towards him.

you were having a chill day with tory and hawk, when tory suddenly gasped. “what is it?” hawk asked, concern laced in his voice. “y/n, you were the one who ratted on sam kissing miguel to robby!” she announced, shock clear in her voice. hawk’s eyes widened at her accusation, his attention now focused on you, busy stirring the sugar in your coffee. “it’s because sam made me look like a fool at the country club, wasn't it? so you told her boyfriend about her cheating on him,” tory continued. you looked up from your drink, stared them dead in the eye, and replied, “i don’t consider myself a particularly ethical person, but i am fair.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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One Night🌙11

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, angry Andy, hormones, awkward dinner, y’all know what it be.

This is dark!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: One night changes your entire life.

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You wore a black dress, barely loose enough to fit over your bump as the hem floated high in the front. Your forehead beaded with sweat as you took out the heavy glass pan from the oven and puffed. You set it down and removed the lid as steam clouded out. You heard your father’s voice from the living room and Andy’s baritone response.

The night was smooth so far. Your father was particularly impressed by the autographed baseballs on the mantle but never outspoken, the conversation didn’t stray much from sports or cars. Your mother’s posture and expression betrayed her discomfort but she masked it with a cordial tone. You were thankful for it as you didn’t need to deal with her attitude and Andy’s at once. You were too hormonal and tired for that.

You began to take down plates from the cupboard and your mother’s voice sounded from behind you. She neared and reached up next to you as she grabbed the next plate before you could. She stacked the four of them neatly and grasped them in her knobby hands.

“You’re too pregnant for that,” she said, “you grab the silverware.”

You gave a small smile and turned to open the drawer as she left you. You took out the utensils and followed her into the dining room. You set the table and she returned to the kitchen. You came after her and she used a dishcloth to lift the hot pan.

“Get the door, will ya?” she said as she angled around carefully.

She passed you as you held open the swinging door and she set the pan down on the mat in the middle of the table. She inhaled deeply and glanced over at you.

“Stuffed peppers?” she asked.

“Your recipe,” you said, “I’ve been craving them.”

“Next time, let me make them,” she smiled, “you still don’t know the special ingredient.”

“I’ll figure it out one day,” you rubbed your lower back.

“Sit,” she pulled out a chair, “I’ll go get the men.”

You neared her and leaned on the back of the chair, “mom,” you said quietly.

“I’m trying,” she said grimly, “I’m just… not happy yet.”

You nodded and hung your head, “yeah, you don’t have to be, but thank you.”

“I don’t like that man,” she hissed, “a wife in the hospital and he’s knocking up a stranger--”

“Mom,” you warned her, “please.”

“I know, I know,” she shook her head, “but you’re my daughter and he’s… I don’t know, who knows what really happened to the wife.”

You gave her a look and she pursed her lips. She retreated and you sat down heavily and cupped your cheeks. All you had to do was get through dinner. Then you could say you were tired and hide in your room.

You heard her voice in the next room and the impending footsteps before they appeared in the doorway. Your mother and father sat across from you and Andy took the seat to your right. You waited awkwardly and he cleared his throat.

“Well, sweetheart, aren’t you going to serve the guests?” he intoned.

“I can do it,” your mother offered, “don’t make her work any harder than she needs to. Not in her condition.”

You were slightly taken aback by her effort but you didn’t miss how the corner of her lip twitched as she eyed Andy. She didn’t like and didn’t trust him. You couldn’t say you did either and almost for the first time in your life, you felt a kindred connection to your mother.

She stood and scooped a pepper carefully onto each plate with a generous spoonful of sauce from the bottom of the dish. She set them back carefully before each diner and returned to her chair and sat. She smiled, a forced smile, and shifted her chair closer.

“So, you have some time but… once the baby’s here, I’m sure you’ll be back to work,” you mother began, your father always content to hide in his food, “me and your dad talked, we could watch the kid once and a while--”

“She’s not going back to work,” Andy interjected, “especially not at the diner.”

“Oh,” your mother’s lips pressed together in a firm line, “she isn’t?”

“Maybe after a year?” you began as you glance at Andy, “once I get the hand of things--”

“No,” Andy said, “you’re staying home with her.”

“I guess we haven’t decided,” you offered calmly, embarrassed by Andy’s attitude, “as you said, we still have time and we’re figuring stuff out.”

“Once the kiddo’s in school, you’ll have the time to get a job,” your dad offered, “that’s what your ma did. She kept on a few hours here and there when you were real small but once you hit kindergarten, she was back to full shifts.”

“We’ll talk,” Andy threw a hand up and grabbed his fork with his other, “it’s really not your business. It’s ours.”

“Andy,” you chided, “they’re just curious--”

“And where were they for the last couple months?” he snarled, “they weren’t so curious then.”

“Alright, calm down,” you hissed, “sorry, mom, dad--”

“Don’t apologise for me,” he snipped, “they should be apologising to you. That’s why I welcomed them into my home.”

“What?” you gulped, “Andy, they don’t need to--”

“No, no, my child is gonna have at least one set of grandparents and if it’s going to be them, they’re going to respect you and me,” Andy insisted, “so they can apologise or they can leave without dessert.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you uttered.

“Don’t you tell me how to act,” he cut into the pepper, “so…” he looked across the table at your parents, “she made this delicious meal and I think she deserves at least a little appreciation from the two of you.”

You dad looked angry for once in his life as your mother’s lips curled in mortification. You gave them both a shameful look and shook your head just slightly. You mouthed an apology as Andy huffed and tapped impatiently on the table.

“We’re sorry, honey,” your mother began, “we overreacted. Just like I said earlier, I was surprised.”

“Sorry,” your dad forced out as he glared at Andy, “you know I always love and support you, no matter what.”

“Thank you,” you said softly, “now,” you touched Andy’s arm gently, “we can move on. It’s all good.”

“Mhmm,” he grumbled as he leaned forward to take a bike, “we can… but this doesn’t happen again.”

You wanted to shrink down and hide under the table. The tension that rose was palpable and threatened to choke you. You had false hope in the beginning that this might feel normal, that you might end the night with a new standing between you and your mother.

You knew then that Andy’s goal had never been to bring you back together, it was only to gain another degree of control. He made it clear that no one could help you, not even your own parents.

🌙

You were almost thankful for the sink full of dishes. It kept you distracted and gave you a reason not to sit and stew with Andy. Your parents left shortly after you cut the cherry pie and you cleaned up as they bid their farewells. You were completely humiliated by Andy’s hubristic demands but you didn’t dare argue with him. Especially not in front of guests.

You scrubbed the dishes as your stomach pressed to the wet counter and placed each in the drying rack. Andy came in as you pulled the drain and you took the dish cloth from its hook.

“Here, I’ll dry,” he offered.

You stared at him and wiped the water from your hands and gave him the cloth. He went to the rack and opened a cupboard. You took out a container and began to pack up the leftovers from the pan and wrapped the top of the pie. The silence made every clink and clank louder as you moved around the kitchen.

You shut the fridge and sensed him behind you. You flinched as his hands settled on your hip and you gripped pressed your palm against the cool metal. He pulled you back against him and slid his hands around your bump as he hummed.

“Did I tell you this dress looks wonderful?” his fingers brushed the dishwater along the front.

“Andy,” you grasped his wrists, “what are you doing?”

He rocked you as one hand grazed beneath your bump and his fingers dangled over your vee. He bent and inhaled the scent of your scalp. You went rigid as he wiggled against your back, his arousal twitching tellingly.

“Andy, please--”

“Can’t knock you up a second time,” he purred.

“I… no, please, I’m tired--”

“Come on, honey, that night… wasn’t that amazing?” He turned you to face the island and you caught yourself against the edge, “that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“It was a mistake, alright? Look at us now--”

“Look at us, hmmm?” he pushed his hand down and cupped your cunt through your dress. You gasped and squeezed his wrist, “I lay in my bed thinking of you all night… and you’re just across the hall. Why are we playing this game still?”

“Get off of me, please,” you begged, “Andy--”

He pressed his fingers to your pants and pushed the cotton against your folds. You bit your lip as he found your clit and the chafing formed a pressure beneath his touch. You shook your head and leaned back into him, trying to shove him away.

“Let me go…” you breathed.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” he urged, “I can feel you getting wet already. You’re lying to yourself.” He pulled your panties aside and dipped two fingers between your lips, “why do you gotta be so damn stubborn?”

You sucked in air and tensed as he played with your bud so that your thighs quivered. You tucked your chin in and bit down as you tried not to let out a moan. Your nails sank into sleeve but he kept on. You felt how powerful he truly was, his chest pressed against you as his arm remained immoveable.

He bent you slightly as he snaked his hand further and poked a finger inside of you. You squeaked and he added another, curling them as he began to rock his hand. He buried his face into your neck and his hot breath permeated your skin.

“Mmm, isn’t that nice, honey? I just wanna help you relax?” his teeth grazed your neck, “I can be nice, you see?”

Those words turned your blood to ice. You closed your eyes as you returned to those hours ago when his fist crashed into the wall. When his voice was rigid and unloving, when you were certain he would do worse than just yell. Now he was all over you, coaxing you as if it never happened, as if there hadn’t been months of this precarious tug-of-war.

“Andy, really, I’m tired,” you pleaded, “that night… I told you--”

Your voice caught in your throat as he thrust his fingers deeper and moved his hand faster. The pressure throbbed inside of you, pulsing through your veins and you kept your hand tight on the counter as you gripped his arm with the other. Your ankles threatened to bend as you shuddered and came in a sudden rush.

“Tired?” he mocked as he led you through your climax, “I’ll do all the work, honey.”

You shook your head and whined through your teeth. He kept on until you were weak and clinging to his hand. He slowly drew his fingers out of you and slid his arm out from around you. You slumped against the counter as he let you go, the subtle tinkle of his belt gleaned in your ear.

You turned to him as his belt hung open and he caught you by surprise. He wrapped one arm around your back, his other hand across your ass as he lifted you with a grunt. You threw your hands back to keep from falling across the island as he put you down on the marble. You tried to slide forward as his hands grasped your hips and held you in place.

His blue eyes burned and dilated. He reached under your skirt and pulled your panties down. You whimpered as he tugged them down. He quickly pushed your legs apart and moved between them, your knees wide around his thighs. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head back, his lips covering yours hungrily.

You clawed at the front of his shirt as his other hand danced along your pelvis. His fingers crawled down your thigh and she shifted as he fumbled blindly with the front of his pants. You pushed against his shoulders as the panic erupted from your stomach and swelled in your throat.

He brought you closer to the edge and pulled his hand back to grip himself. You opened one eye as you tried to peek down but couldn’t see beneath your bump. He leaned on you until you fell over the marble and bent over you as he slipped his tip along your cunt. His lips strayed to your cheek and down to your throat.

“Andy,” you begged one last time as he pressed against your entrance.

He purred against your neck as his hand slid past your shoulder and stretched over your tit. He pushed into you slowly and you gulped as tears pricked in your eyes. You bent your legs so your heels pressed to the side of the counter and gritted your teeth as he got deeper.

As he bottomed out, he rasped against your skin. He stood up straight and dragged your ass over the edge of the counter. He puffed his chest as he thrust into you and his eyes rolled back. He growled as he did it again and your walls clenched around him. Your reached down and pressed on his open pants with your fingertips, trying to push him away pathetically.

“Andy,” you whimpered as he hooked his arm around your thigh, “Andy--”

His other hand flipped up your skirt and he stretched his hand over your round stomach as he rocked into you. You shook your head and covered your face with one hand as you gripped the edge of the marble with your other. Your breaths grew shallow as you fought your own body and the pleasure blooming around his intrusion.

He sped up as the wet noise filled the kitchen and you bit the heel of your hand to keep from crying out. Another orgasm flowed over you and knotted your muscles around him. His groans and grunts grew louder as his flesh slapped against yours, his fingers drawing circles on your stomach.

“Oh fuck,” Andy hissed and jerked his hips harshly.

He sank into you as deep as he could go and wiggled his hips as he flooded you. He twitched as he leaned his head back and sighed, his fingers tight on your thighs as they painfully poked your tender flesh. You moaned and trembled as you felt his release hot inside of you.

He stilled and let your legs splay around him. You stared at the ceiling in shock as he shuddered. You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked between your legs as his cum dripped out around him. You pulled off of him and shoved him away. He seemed to awaken from a trance as you did and his lashes fluttered.

You dropped down carefully to your feet and stormed away. He called your name but the vomit was already halfway up your esophagus. You weren’t going to make it upstairs. You closed yourself in the half-bath under the stairs and wretched into the sink. You held yourself up weakly until the violent ripples quelled. You looked at yourself in the mirror and winced.

One night cost you the rest of your life. One night meant your body, your soul, your days were his. One night would be countless nights, your fate decided in a single careless act.

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #fic #series #dark fic #dark!fic #one night #defending jacob

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hwangsies · 3 years

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in the middle

pairing: hwang hyunjin x female reader x lee felix

genre: bestfriend!au/ roommate!au, established relationship (hyunjin x reader)

warnings: some pining, felix is a confused bisexual, alcohol consumption, throwing up due to alcohol consumption, hangover, swearing, smut as in: slight voyerism & exhibitionism, unprotected piv, some mxm (just making out), virgin!felix (sorry i couldnt help it ksiohdbkk), softdom!hyunjin, switch!reader, sub!felix, shy!!!!lixie, oral (m&f), fingering, praise, minimal degradation, light spanking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms

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Felix is positive he’s going to hell, he shouldn’t be looking at his roommate and best friend like that.

“loosen up a little, lixie” you almost yell for him to hear you over the loud bass ringing in both of your chests.

Speaking of chest, shit, he’s staring again. But its not his fault, your boobs were staring at him first.

In the tight black v neck crop top that you decided to wear to todays frat party, your décolletage simply looks ravishing, especially alongside the black leather mini skirt that rounds out your ass so perfectly and exposes your thighs deliciously.

He looks at you, smiling at your hair whipping around as you swing your head to the strong bass.

“you need to drink more, you’re no fun” you grin, tugging him off to the side into the kitchen of your boyfriends frat house.

Oh yea, your boyfriend, hyunjin.

He should hate him for being so lucky to have you as his girlfriend, but he simply can’t.

Not when Hwang Hyunjin is probably the best looking but also the sweetest guy on campus.

The only guy maybe rivalling him would be seo changbin from the year above him … anyways, nothing is wrong with him.

Quite the opposite, which is why felix became good friends with him even before he met you.

And now almost a year later of hyunjin and you being together and felix being the token best friend/ third wheel, he still doesn’t know who of the two of you he’s into more.

“there we go” you coo, lifting the shot glass to felix’s lips and watching as the bitter liquid passes his lips.

His face contorts in disgust even before he manages to swallow the liqour “that’s awful” he groans, at which you laugh and pour yourself one.

“you have to fold your tongue back and just-“ you end your sentence with quickly throwing your head back and downing your own shot.

Felix grins when a short lived shudder washes over your body at the aftertaste “right” he mocks, grinningly.

A playful punch is delivered to his shoulder before a familiar voice interrupts your banter.

“drinking without me? the audacity” hyunjin grins as he makes his way over to you.

“well, it’s not our fault you take so long to get ready” you stem your arm into your hip sassily “or should I say admire yourself in the mirror for so long” you quip, cocking one brow up; laughing and squealing when hyunjin picks you up slightly and blows a raspberry into the exposed skin of your neck as a response to your teasing.

“the black hair looks good” felix finds his voice after hyunjin had put you back down and pressed a kiss to your lips.

His plump lips stretch into a bashful smile, a little dimple appearing in his left cheek “really?” he runs a hand through the long dark locks for good measure, at which you softly hit his chest.

“stop fishing for compliments, jeez” you giggle, hyunjin huffs and wraps his arms around your waist from behind.

“don’t be jealous just because lix likes me better than you” he rests his chin on your shoulder and cheesily winks at felix.

He manages to let out a somewhat not-awkward laugh even though his heart starts racing and he hopes the light is dimmed enough for the both of you not to see his red cheeks.

“oh, please there is no way he likes you better than me” you roll your eyes playfully “right, lixie?” you bat your lashes at him, crossing your arms and conveniently pressing your chest together.

Felix’s eyes flicker to your breasts before he catches himself and laughs “you guys are annoying” before grabbing one of the shots you poured earlier and bringing it to his lips hastily.

In the corner of his eyes he can see hyunjin whispering something in your ear at which you giggle and nod before you turn around to kiss him.

“I’ll be outside real quick, have to ask minho hyung something about the plumping issue” hyunjin sighs when he and felix lock eyes before pressing a kiss to your head.

“watch her” he points at felix before leaving, for him to make sure you don’t drink too much since you have the tendency to do so.

“sure” felix lips quirk upwards shortly before he takes your shot glass and downs the fluid in there as well.

“hey, that was mine” you laugh incredulously but he ignores you, pouring himself another one.

“what has gotten into you?” you giggle and take the bottle from him to pour one for yourself.

“I thought we’re gonna party” he grins already feeling a bit drowsy.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, snickering “oh yea we are”

“oh,let it out” felix’s head hammers in pain as he feels your hand smooth down the expanse of his back before he rests his cheek on the frat houses toilet seat multiple hours later.

“quite a party hm?” he rasps, eyes closed. You huff “you could say that”.

“I’m sorry” he apologizes quietly.

“for what?” you brush some hair out of his face before standing up and dampening some toilet paper in cold water.

“for ruining your night” he sniffles a little.

“aw no, you didnt” you sit back down next to him, gently wiping his forehead with the cooling tissue “it’s almost over anyways, plus I barely knew anyone” you console him before the door opens.

“here you go” felix hears hyunjins voice and thinks he wants to die of embarrassment, first you have to baby him and now hyunjin sees him like that as well? shit.

“thanks babe” you mumble before leaning down into felix’s peripheral again, holding up his jacket; which hyunjin brought, felix assumes.

“lets get you home, yea?” felix nods at you question, not wanting to cause anymore trouble.

“you think you can walk?” hyunjin asks concernedly when he sees his friends pale face.

“yea yea” felix nods, slowly getting up, with which hyunjin helps him.

Once the three of you are outside the frat house, hyunjin wraps an arm around felix’s waist to help him walk straight.

Felix looks down to where hyunjins hand curls around his waist, holding him up; has he always been this strong?

“I’ll just sleep at your place okay?” hyunjin asks you.

“yea, okay” you nod, holding felixs arm as the three of you walk “you don’t have to though, we’ll be fine”

“eh, I’m not gonna let you two walk home alone, plus I haven’t seen your room since you redecorated” hyunjin winks at you.

“alright” you chuckle.

Felix wakes up in his own bed, in his clothes from last night; somewhat thankful that you decided not to undress him.

When he tries to sit up a sharp pain rushes through his skull, his hand lifting to his forehead as he groans.

“fuck” he swears to himself, as slowly as possible he gets out of bed to get rid of his jeans and put on some sweatpants.

Walking out of his room, he hears your giggles coming from behind your door, right across from his own.

He swallows the same dull feeling he always feels when he’s with the two of you and makes his way to the kitchen to get some painkillers and water for his head.

After putting the empty water glass that he just chugged with an advill into the sink he drags his feet back to his room.

Halfway there, he cant help but overhear a soft moan coming from behind your door and stops in his tracks.

There, another one followed by a faint ‘fuck’ which sounded like it came from hyunjin.

Its so wrong, what he’s doing. Those are his bestfriends having sex and he’s standing outside their door like some creep listening to them getting it on.

He should be disgusted by himself, yet he feels his cock stir in his pants when what sounded like your bed creaking and you yelping out your boyfriends name halls through the door.

Before felix knows what he’s doing, he’s gently pushing open your door, just a slit.

And there you are, hyunjin is sitting on the bed with you on his lap and your legs wrapped around his waist.

His cock fully hardens when he watches hyunjin help you lift yourself up and down on his length as he moans out for you.

You are facing the door but your eyes are scrunched closed and your head is thrown back in pleasure as your boyfriend sucks at your neck, your arms wrapped around his, nails digging into his broad shoulders.

Felix doesn’t even know where he should look; should he look at the barely there view he has on your tits or the way your ass and hips jiggle every time they come down onto hyunjins thighs. Should he look at the way hyunjins arms bulge with every lift of your body or the way his shoulders and back muscles ripple.

His gaze returns to your face and his heart drops because you are looking him dead in the eyes, he stumbles back and roughly bangs the door shut with him in shock.

“fuck-fuck” he chants to himself, almost scrambling into your shared bathroom and locking the door.

His heart races like it never has before as he paces through the bathroom gnawing on his thumb. Totally ignoring the way his cock throbs in need of attention.

Why didn’t you say anything? Did he only imagine you seeing him? Is he going crazy?

He turns on the shower before undressing himself, the only thing he knows right know, is not having an answer to any of his questions.

"good morning sunshine" hyunjin presses a kiss to your cheek and your eyes flutter open, the warm sensation you feel in your panties getting more intense thhe more concious you get.

"wha- mmh" you arch your neck and hyunjin giggles into your ear, kissing the corner of your mouth before you turn your head and capture his lips with yours.

His fingers keep rubbing you over your panties when you push the covers off of the both of you.

He kisses you feverishly, kneeling himself in between your legs and staring at the wet spot that formed on your panties, thumb still rubbing over your clit.

"please" you whine, wiggling your hips "dont tease"

Hyunjins eyes sparkle up at yours before he flashes a smile "i'd never" he leans down, dragging his tongue over your panties.

A little too loud of a moan tears from your throat as your hips buck up.

"shhh" hyunjin teases, pulling off your panties "you're gonna wake the entire building" you giggle when he smacks your butt.

"aw fuck- baby" your fingers instinctively tangle into his dark locks when his tongue starts dipping into your wetness.

His hands are wrapped around your thighs, holding them securely to the side of his head when he sucks on your clit, your back arching in response.

“taste so good, baby” he smacks his lips, hooded eyes peering up at you, when you hold yourself up to watch, he licks a bold stripe through your wetness.

“shit” your eyes roll back when you groan, dropping your head momentairily. “fuck me, right now” you hold his cheeks.

Hyunjin grins, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before sitting up and pulling down his boxers.

You lick your hand and fist his length, twisting your wrist a few times when he leans down to kiss you.

Replacing his hand with yours, he lines himself up with your entrance; groaning when he pushes inside.

“so wet baby” he punctuates each word with a kiss to your lips.

“so perfect, fuck!” you moan at his words, relishing in how he fills you up as you bare your neck for him to drag his lips along.

He rolls his hips into yours, kissing your lips at the same sensual pace.

“wanna-“ you gasp.

“what do you want baby” hyunjin breathes “tell me” he mumbles, cupping your cheek.

“wanna ride you” you crade his cheeks before connecting your lips.

“come here” the bed creaks under both of your weight when hyunjin positions you in his lap and you wrap your legs around his waist.

You cry out when sinking down onto his length again “hyunjin! shit” you claw onto his shoulders.

“I got you, love” he mouths underneath your ear, sucking on the sensitive skin.

“you’re so big” you gasp, tucking your face into his neck which entices a soft chuckle from your boyfriend.

“you’re doing so good baby” he runs his hand down your back before gripping onto your hips when you start bouncing up and down to the best of your abilities.

You throw your head back when his cock drags along your magic spot inside of you, closing your eyes when he starts sucking another bruise into your skin as you roll your hips.

“fuck-y/n” hyunjin moans agsinst your skin when your walls tighten around him.

Your mouth agapes in pleasure and you lift your head up, opening your eyes to see felix stare at the two of you, doorhandle still in hand.

You feel your self clench even more around hyunjins lengths when you see how felix is drinking in hyunjins form.

He gulps and locks eyes with you, face visibly paling as he gets startled by your sudden eye contact, launching back and ramming the door closed.

“what the-“ hyunjin turns around, halting his movements.

“fuck” you hear from outside your room, hyunjin looks back at you.

“is that-“

“felix, yes, he was watching us” you feel blood creep into your cheeks at which hyunjin grins.

“Is that why you just got so tight around me?” he giggles when you feign being appalled by his accusation.

“mmhm, what? Little slut likes when felix watches how good I fuck you, yea?” hyunjin mocks and hoists you off of him and onto your hands and knees.

“mmh-“ you whine when he delivers a smack to your right butt cheek “maybe”

“did you mean what you said earlier?” hyunjin asks, running his fingers up and down your side as your head rests on his bare chest.

“what?” you peer up at him through your lashes.

“that you liked it when felix watched us” he recalls, playing with a strand of your hair.

“I never said I did” you trace your finger along his pecs, he huffs.

“but you also didn’t say that you didn’t” he counters, a moment of silence filling the room.

“would you think its weird if I did?” you scooch up a little to look at him better.

“no…” hyunjin hesitates but continues when you lock eyes “I like lix, trust him” he mumbles.

You nod “yea, me too” as you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear.

Felix has been sneaky and successful the past few days when it came to avoiding hyunjin and you.

Hyunjin hasn’t been over since what happened the morning after the party so he didn’t worry about him. You however are still his roommate and best friend, so avoiding you is a full time job which he doesn’t know how long he can hold up.

The door to your shared apartment opens and he steps inside, exhausted from a long day of classes.

When he slips out of his shoes, he hears the tv getting turned on.

“shit” he silently curses, that means you’re in the living room and are going to see him running past you to get to his room.

Still, he tries to be quiet and hopes your peripheral vision is as bad as his avoiding techniques.

Rushing past you, he barely makes it to the corridor that leads to both of your rooms when you say his name.

“felix” you never say his full name like that, he slowly turns around to see you sit on the couch in baggy sweatpants and an oversized shirt, he assumes to be hyunjins.

“yea” his voice cracks.

“come here” you pout a little, patting the couch next to yourself and signalling him to sit down.

Felix sighs heavily before obliging to your wish.

“listen I’m sorry-“ you start but he interrupts you almost immediately.

“woah wo- what?” he furrows his brows “I literally spied on you getting it on and you’re sorry?” he feels like his eyes are going to pop out of his skull at any moment.

“I’m sorry, y/n, and I know I have to apologize to hyunjin as well” felix says, looking down at his hands and silently hoping that you don’t think of him as a creep.

“I’m not mad at you lix” you speak gently, placing one hand over his “and hyunjin isn’t either”

“really?” felix asks doubtfully, to which you nod.

“I promise, we like you a lot lixie” you swipe some hair from his forehead and his breath hitches at the minimal skin contact, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“but- i-“ he stutters but before he can finish his sentence hyunjin walks through the door.

“hey” he beams when seeing you and felix, quickly taking off his jacket and shoes and joining the two of you.

“are you joining our marvel marathon?” hyunjin smiles and felix swears he’s blushing again.

“uh- no” he’s stammering, feeling like he’s going crazy.

“we were just talking about how we are not mad at him or anything” felix sees the look you give hyunjin, wanting him to talk.

“oh, yea. no lix seriously don’t avoid us anymore, its no big deal” hyunjin places his big hand on felix’s shoulder and gently rubs it down his arm.

“yes it is!” felix finally snaps, getting up and looking at both of your shocked faces. He knows that you don’t know this side of him, that you only know the sweet and caring side and not the ‘frustraded / so damn angry at himself’ side.

“wha-“ you try to speak but he interrupts you.

“do you guys even realize how hard it is for me to be around you in general?” he stares at the both of you, seeing how your brows furrow.

“all I can think about is how you guys are perfect and made for each other but also how I cant even choose whom I am more jealous of” he breathes heavily.

“am I more into you?” he gestures towards hyunjin before whipping his head to you “or you? I don’t know!”

“and now I saw you guys- damn” he interrupts himself by frustratedly running his fingers through his hair “fuck, I just made a complete fool of myself” he mumbles, fiddling with his fingers.

You and hyunjin exchange gazes before hyunjin extents his arm towards him, at which felix sighs “I don’t want your pity, guys”

“no, lix come here” hyunjin wiggles his fingers, smiling when felix slides his smaller hand into his.

Felix feels his heartbeat intensify when hyunjin pulls him back onto the couch.

“we like you too, lixie” felixs head whips your way as soon as the words leave your lips “you’re always there for us, always have our backs” you run your hand over his chest as his eyes flicker down to watch your ministrations.

“the next time you want to watch, you can just ask to join instead” hyunjin grins and felix swallows harshly at the idea of being pressed in between the two of you.

“a-“ he starts but clears his throat because his voice cracks “are you serious?”

You nod eagerly “of course, why not? Could be fun” you grin at him.

“unless we read you completely wrong and just made you super uncomfortable, then just forget we ever had this conversation” hyunjin scratches at his forehead bashfully.

Felix’s thoughts run wild as he imagines the three of your bodies entangled in various positions, blinking to get the images out of your head.

“okay-um” you voice catapults him back into reality “sorry” you remove your hand from his chest and scooch away a little “I didn’t want to make this awkward” you shake your head apologetically.

“no!” felix blurts out all over sudden, making you flinch a little “sorry” he mumbles, placing his hand on your knee, hoping you don’t think he’s a nut job.

“its not! I- I would like that” he blushes as he plays with his fingers before he feels the couch next to him shift.

“how about” hyunjin speaks as he stands up “we postpone our movie marathon then” he grins as he holds out his hands for you and felix.

You giggle and get up before intertwining your fingers with your boyfriends, felix smiles hesitantly before sliding his hand into hyunjins free one and following the both of you to your bedroom.

“you wanna kiss me?” you ask felix, grinning when he nods rapidly.

Hyunjin sits down on your bed, watching as you lock lips with the younger boy and feeling his cock stiffen when he lets out a whine; probably because you did that thing with your tongue that hyunjin loves as well.

Felix’s face feels hot, he doesn’t know what is riling him up more, you kissing him or hyunjin watching him so intently.

“don’t forget about me, my darlings” hyunjin speaks softly, grinning when you lock eyes with him.

“undress for me” he orders, at which you let out an excited squeal and pull your oversized shirt over your head, dropping it to the floor.

“fuck” escapes out of felix’s mouth, at which hyunjin chuckles.

“you know, lix, they feel as great as they look” he locks eyes with felix, nodding at him to urge him on.

Felix tentatively raises his hands and gently cups your breasts, his breath hitching when your press your own over his and make him squeeze your boobs.

“fuck” felix repeats, making you giggle “your turn”

At this, felix becomes bright red. What the hell did he think? He couldn’t just have a threesome with his two biggest crushes ever when he had never had sex before.

“uh-i- I’ve never done this” he stammers.

“us neither, lixie” you smile understandingly.

“no-“ he sighs “i- I’ve never had sex before” ashamedly looking at the ground as hyunjin and you exchange somewhat shocked looks.

“I get if you don’t want to continue I mean, you didn’t ask for this-“ hyunjin interrupts him.

“if you want to continue we can, we have no problem with it, lix I promise” he assures his friend.

“yea-I uh-want you to be my first” felix mumbles.

“you’re so cute” you coo, cradling his cheeks and pressing some kisses to his freckly cheeks at which he squirms a little and giggles as well.

“back to the good stuff?” hyunjin tilts his head, felix nods before shakily exhaling.

“relax” you whisper, smiling when felix grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, he feels the blood rush to his cheeks when hyunjin mimics him and he has a full frontal view on his muscular torso.

His gaze averts back to you when you guide him to your bed.

“sit down” you nod to your headboard, where he scoots up to sit against, watching as hyunjin pulls you down for a kiss, moaning when you grab his bulge over his sweatpants.

“take off your pants” you moan to felix when hyunjin kisses along the side of your neck, felix nods and chokes out a ‘yeah’ before shuffling his pants off.

He strokes his cock as he watches hyunjin squeeze your chest and suck one of your nipples in his mouth.

You moan, rolling your head back before your eyes land on felix’s hard length.

Hyunjin plants a smack to your ass when you get off his lap to crawl in between felix’s legs, grinning at him before you connect your lips with his.

Running your hand down his torso before replacing his hand with yours, hyunjin slowly removes your own sweatpants.

You moan against felix’s lips when hyunjin dips his head and licks a stripe up your wetness.

“fuck” you moan, looking back at your boyfriend.

“gonna suck lixies cock, baby?” he grins, squeezing your right ass cheeks.

“yea” you nod, looking back at the boy in question, cheeks flushed as a nervous puff escapes his puffy lips.

“you want that?” you ask, looking up at him before pressing kisses to his abs.

“y-yes, please” he nods eagerly at which you hum satisfactory, twisting your wrist around his length.

“so polite” you tease him, licking a soft stripe along the underside of his cock at which he hisses ”I like it” you grin, slowly taking him into your mouth while hyunjin scissors two if his fingers inside of you, the thumb of his other hand rubbing circles into your clit.

Hyunjin watches how felix bares his neck and his eyes scrunch together in pleasure, he lifts his hand and lets it hove over your head.

“you can pull on her hair a little, she likes it” hyunjin encourages him, winking when he blushes with the realization hits that he’d been watching him.

But he does what hyunjin tells him and gently places his hands in your hair, pulling on it when you moan around his length.

“oh fuck” his head falls back against the headboard before he opens his eyes and his gaze falls on how hyunjins arms flexes with every drill of his fingers.

“m’gonna cum, fuck” you pull yourself off of felix as you yelp out in pleasure felix extending his arm to touch and squeeze your jiggling breasts.

Suddenly hyunjin stops and you let out a disappointed whine “make lixie cum and I’ll make you cum” hyunjin sneers, punctuating his sentence with another smack to your butt.

You whine but get back to work, bopping your head up and down and letting felix thrust up into your mouth occasionally.

Hyunjin continues to pump his fingers inside of you slowly, feeling how painfully hard his own cock is getting when felix moans about being close.

“cum for us lixie” he urges the younger boy on, pressing his thumb to your clit again so you would moan again.

And you do, the vibrations from your throat sending felix into bliss, hot ropes of cum filling your mouth.

You gasp for breath after swallowing his cum, groaning his disapproval when hyunjin removes his fingers from you yet again.

Felix’s chest heaves with the intensity of his high as he watches hyunjin cume up behind you and pull you up.

You arch your neck back to look at him “did you swallow?” he asks, gently holding onto your throat at which you nod with big eyes.

“show me” you obediently open your mouth and stick out our tongue for him before he kisses you.

“good girl” he mumbles.

Felix can already feel himself getting aroused again, wishing he getting praised by him as well.

As if he could read felix’s mind, hyunjin turns to him “you’re a good boy too lix” and before he can stop himself, a little whine slips past his lips at the praise.

Hyunjin grins “come here” at which felix scrambles and gets on his knees to be at eyelevel with the both of you before hyunjins hand finds his jaw and brings their lips together over your shoulder.

You bite your lip at the sight before taking the opportunity and marking the side of felix’s neck, said boy feels like he’s flying.

Hyunjins tongue intrudes into his mouth, your soft lips are all over his neck and before he knows it he’s hard again.

Your hands wander down his torso before quick fingers wrap around his length again.

“already ready to go again?” you softly giggle when the boys break their kiss, a faint string of saliva connecting them to each other.

Hyunjin grins “you wanna fuck her?” nodding at you “help me make her cum?”

“yes-yes, fuck” felix nods “please” he adds, remembering that you said you liked it when he was being polite.

Hyunjin sits in felix’s previous position and makes you sit in between his legs with your back to his chest.

“y-you’re on the pill, right?” felix asks you carefully, you just smile “yes, lixie I am”

“okay” he smiles back.

Hyunjins big hands spread your legs for felix, who experimentally brings up a finger to run it through your wet folds.

“once you’re in this pussy, I promise you wont want to leave” your boyfriend quips and you playfully slap his shoulder.

“fuck me, lixie” you turn your attention back to felix, making him nod and line up his length with your pulsating hole.

“oh my-“ his eyes close when he pushes inside for the first time.

“that’s it” hyunjins gaze is fixed on where your body connects with his friends, his hand squeezing one of your breast as he listens to the both of you moan.

Felix’s first few thrusts are shaky but soon he finds a rhythm, holding you by your waist as he bottoms out again and again.

“fuck-I wont last” he curses, his hips stuttering when hyunjin kisses his lips once more.

“faster, lixie” you interrupt their kiss with your plead, arching your neck and clawing onto hyunjins arm when he starts rubbing at your clit once more.

“fuck-please don’t stop” you cry out when you feel hyunjin sucking at your neck, felix is breathing heavily; trying to hold out but he feels himself fall once more as he spills his cum into you.

You cum a few seconds later, your walls clamping down on his length and making him groan in overstimulation as you tremble with the aftershocks.

“fuck” you pant, prying hyunjins hand away from your sensitive bud at which he chuckles and complies, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

Felix and you are still catching your breaths when hyunjin breaks the silence.

“you better still have some energy left, ‘cause we are far from done”

a/n: imma edit tomorrow cause i havent had dinner yet and tumblr frozee and now im mad and hungry omg im haangryyhfichfpweh anyways hope u liked it i’ll add tags later cause like i said im maddfhnfhpiernhfp3rj

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How The Mighty Will Fall

Warning! This is a tickle fic!

Ships: None

Warnings: Tickles, Cursing,

The Breakdown: Semi based off of this

art by @ticklishfanart, also based off of this video. Lee!Kirishima, Ler!Sero, Ler!Bakugo. Crumbs of Ler!Denki.

Prompt: Sero’s feeling mischievous on a lazy Saturday. He makes a bet with Kirishima and Bakugo. Naturally, our resident “manly man” has to go first, to show off his manliness of course. Things go a little off track...

“Waaaaaaaah I’m so borrrrreeeed.” Sero whined from his place on the couch.

It was currently 10:52 on a stormy Saturday morning. Aizawa told everyone to stay inside, due to high force winds. Currently, Sero, Kirishima and Bakugo were lounging on the couch. Kirishima was throwing a small ball up in the air and catching it.

“Think of something to do then.” Bakugo muttered in return, “damn extra.”

“That wasn’t very plus ultra of you, Bakubro.” Kirishima replied casually, immersed in his ball.

Bakugo stood from his position on the couch, catching the ball midair, then stood directly in Kirishima’s face. “Shitty hair, I will destroy your entire bloodline if you say that to me ever again.”

The spiky haired hero put his arms up in defense. “Geez. Well sor-ry. Not my fault your such a pricklepuss.”

“KIRISHI-“

“Hey look! A conveniently placed pull-up bar!” Sero’s voice interrupted them.

Sero was right! There was a conveniently placed pull-up bar in the doorway of the common room.

“Was that always there?” Kirishima pondered.

“Nah.” Sero returned to his position on the couch, kicking his feet on the coffee table, “ I put it up while you two were flirting with each other.”

Bakugo his his face in his hands, “why...? Why do I hang out with you two?”

“Becaushe youw wove ussss.” Kirishima cooed, rising to his feet and pinching Bakugo’s cheek.

The latter gripped his wrist in a swift movement and bent his hand upward. A chorus of profanities, apologies and “ouchie”s poured out of Red Riot’s mouth.

“GAHHHH OUCHIEE BAKUGO STOP SERIOUSLY!” The blonde cracked a pleased smirk and released his hold. Kirishima gripped his aching wrist, shaking out his tingling hand, “not cool Bakubro”.

“I told you not to cross me, idiot.” Bakugo said with the slightest sly grin.

“Annnnnnyywaayyys.” Sero intervened once again, “we should make a bet.”

The two heroes-in-training practically snapped their heads toward the other, “go on.” Kirishima said, leaning against the couch with crossed arms.

“I don’t know, I just want something to do.” Sero replied, sucking his top lip as he pondered a bet.

“I propose-“ Bakugo began.

“Oh thank goodness. You two have been all over each other for so long.” Sero interrupted with a chuckle.

Bakugo tackled Sero to the floor, holding his arms behind his back. “I propose that we have a pull-up contest.”

“Ooooooooooh!” Both boys cooed in excitement.

“Ten bucks to whoever stays on for two minutes.” Sero chimed from his position on the floor.

“ME FIRST!!” Kirishima roared as he made his way to the pull-up bar.

Bakugo stood up and offered a helping hand to Sero, who took it hesitantly. “Up you go extra, keep your comments to yourself.”

“I’m ready! I’m ready! I’m ready!” Kirishima was practically vibrating on the spot; he was so excited!

Sero whipped out his phone, setting a two minute stopwatch. “Ready?”

“YES!”

“Go!”

Kirishima hopped up on the bar, dangling from it with great ease. Soon thirty seconds, wait forty five, no fif- one minute passed. “This is too easy! We’re totally going to get milk tea after this! My treat with my new money.” Kirishima wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

“Keep talking big man, you’ll fall at some point.” Sero replied snarkily.

Bakugo looked at Sero with a wicked grin, moving over to whisper in his ear. Sero shared that grin shortly after.

“Secrets don’t make friends!” Kirishima whined.

“We’re just saying that you look like a gym meathead right now.” Sero said with a scoff.

“Heyyyyyy!” Red riot whined once again, clad with a pout.

“Relax dork. You have 45 seconds left.” Bakugo said, slowly approaching the future champion

Bakugo let his finger prod into Kirishima’s side, causing the boy to squeak and writhe away.

“Hey! No touching! Not fair! BahahahkuhuhuhgOHOHOHO” the blonde landed repeated pokes to Red Riot’s side.

“Oh! This looks challenging, let’s hope you can stay afloat.” Sero teased in a high voice.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Kirishima screeched as both of Bakugo’s hands were squeezing his sides.

“What happened to our cocky future winner?” Bakugo dared to tease.

“IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN DOHOHOHOHO THIHIHIHIS!” Kirishima tightened his grip and pattern breathed through his laughter.

“He’s not cracking, Tape-Face.” Bakugo cried with an amused grin.

To the duo’s horror, and Kirishima’s delight, a soft chime of bells emitted from Sero’s phone. Red Riot had won.

“YEHEHEHEHES! IHIHIHIHI WIHIHIHIHIN!”

Bakugo released his tickly grip from Kirishima’s sides, groaning in defeat. The spiky haired boy fell to his feet and cheered.

“That’s right you shits! I win!” Kirishima chimed, leaning into the doorframe, arms clinging to the bar above him.

“You want to stay on that damn bar so bad? So be it.” Sero bit with a touch of playfulness in his voice.

A sprawl of tape wrapped around Kirishima’s hands and wrists, leaving him stuck to the bar, kicking his feet in vigor.

“Nice one, Tape-Face!” Bakugo cheered, assuming his position behind the trapped boy.

“Guys! Wait! Let’s talk about this?” Kirishima begged with a nervous smile.

“Hell no! You reap what you sow!” Sero barked as he dug his fingers into Kirishima’s sides.

“HNGRH- SEHEHEHEHEHROHOHOHO!” Kirishima cried as he tried to pull his arms down.

“What? Can’t handle a little tickle?” Sero cooed.

“Yeah. What happened to our manly man?” Bakugo sneered as he joined his hands underneath Kirishima’s arms.

“AAAAAAH! BAHAHAHAHKUHUUHGOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAHAPPIHIHIHIHT!”

Kirishima was writhing about in vain. Nothing would break Sero’s tape. The only way out is for the whole bar to come off the door frame, or for Sero to release him. The tape was attached to Sero’s elbows still, he just had to deactivate the quirk and it all would be over.

“LEHEHEHET ME GOHOHOHOHOHO! SEHEHEHEHEROHOHOHO!” Kirishima was howling with laughter as two of his worst spots were vigorously being dug into.

“No. Die.” Bakugo muttered with a pleased look on his face.

“QUIHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIT DAHAHAHAMMIHIHIHIT!” Kirishima kicked his legs in earnest, getting nowhere in the process.

“Cmon manly Man. Take your tickles. You’re so strong physically!” Sero was teasing Kirishima beyond compare, causing the red haired hero to blush madly.

“Awww look at this cute little man. So blushy from a few tickles.” Bakugo joined in on the teasing, causing Kirishima’s laugh to jump an octave.

“What in God’s name is going on here?”

“Oh hi!” Sero chimed, turning around to meet their guest.

“Hey Dunce-Face. Manly man over here decided he was better than us at hanging from the pull-up bar.” Bakugo cut in, adding his two cents.

“DEHEHEHEHENKIHIHIHI HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!” Kirishima whined through his deep laughter.

“Help you? Well shoot, alright.” Denki said as he crouched down and spidered his fingers on Kirishima’s feet.

“AAAAH! NONONONO NAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT WHAHAHAHAT IHIHIHI MEAHEHEHEHENT!” Kirishima was thrashing violently, he couldn’t take much more.

“Nice work, Denks. Think he’s tuckered out?” Sero cooed.

“Nah. He’s got fight left in him.” Bakugo rose his voice as he moved one hand to squeeze around Kirishima’s belly button.

Well that did it.

“NONONONONONONO BAHAHAHAHAHAHKUHUHUHGOHOHOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOREHEHEHE! STAHAHAHAP!” Kirishima was howling with deep, thick laughter. Tears leaked from his eyes, which were squeezed shut. His red face did no justice to hide his amused smile.

At that moment, Sero’s tape disappeared and Kirishima fell weakly to the floor, still laughing as he toppled over his attackers.

“H-hey! What gives?!” Denki whined, “Se-“

“ ‘twasn’t me!” Sero yelped, as a foot narrowly dodged his cheek.

“I see you all found a way to cure your boredom. Unfortunately, Kirishima seemed a little tired out.”

The boys all turned their head to see Aizawa’s hair falling down.

“P-praise God!” Kirishima yelped as he wobbled to his feet. He dove onto the couch, curling into himself as he panted. A smile stayed plastered on his face.

“Now then. I leave you back to your...” Aizawa dared crack a smile, “festivities.” He turned on his heel to leave the room, “oh and don’t kill each other please? When one of you passes out it’s quite a numerous amount of paperwork. I’m up to my elbows in Midoriya’s.”

“Yes sir!” Everyone but Bakugo obliged.

“Now where were we?” The atomic blonde’s wicked grin returned.

“WE-“ Sero wrapped himself around Bakugo’s waist, pulling the boy back to the floor, “we’re going to get milk tea with Kirishima’s new money.”

Everyone, again except Bakugo, cheered and stood to his feet.

“But the storm?” Denki questioned.

“Oh right.” Sero said defeatedly.

“That’s okay! We can go later.” Kirishima chimed as he joined the group.

“Now then.” The boys turned their attention to a menacing Red Riot, “I think it’s Kami’s turn for the pull up bar challenge? What do we think boys?”

As Denki turned to run away, the boys ran after him. Their amused laughter rang through the dorms. They all had their fun, unbothered by the world...and the mob of angry students trying to have a relaxing day.

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oreosmilkshakes · 3 years

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Mine; Part 2

Summary: A continuation of the first one. Pairing: The Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1.9K Warnings: Mention of torture A/N: Well, as requested, here is part 2! Enjoy and comment on how it is! Edited and checked by @thebestdecoder ED/N: Apologies for any mistakes made in editing, RedBull doesn’t work on me anymore. Taglist: @tastingcevans @missingartist96 @generationallyfluid @paniniirae @felicityofbakerstreet @roguesthetic @igothroughphasesalot

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When the team came to be, Strike Team, led by Rumlow, had them surrounded with guns pointing at them. In no time, they cuffed Steve, Sam, and Natasha and threw them in the back of an armored truck.

“It was him,” Steve began, eyes on the cuffs. He felt a massive sense of guilt especially since finding out Bucky was alive and that he didn’t bother to find him after his fall. “He looked right at me like he didn’t even know me. Instead, he looked right at Y/N,” Steve was still in disbelief that Y/N’s soulmate was Bucky. Sam looked up at Steve. “How is that even possible? It was like 70 years ago? What’s worse is that that killing machine is Y/N’s soulmate,” Steve squeezed his eyes shut, choosing to avoid answering the second question. “Zola. Bucky’s whole unit was captured in ‘43. Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and--,” Natasha shook her head slightly, weak from her untreated wound. “None of that’s your fault, Steve,”

Steve sighed lowly. “Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky,” Natasha leaned back. “None of it is your fault, Steve. Even losing Y/N. I just hoped she did manage to escape from..from Bucky,” She was weakening and Sam took notice fast. He turned to the two soldiers. “We need to get a doctor here. If we don’t put pressure on that wound, she’s gonna bleed out here in the truck,” The first soldier ignited his stun rod, Sam leaned back a little. What he didn’t expect was for said soldier to attack the second, knocking him out effectively. Maria sighed, removing the helmet. “Ah, that thing was squeezing my brain,” The team was surprised to find an ally among the Strike Team. Time to make their big escape.

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Slowly, Y/N came to be. However, it only came in short bursts. The first time she came to be shortly, bright light penetrated her eyes. She couldn’t see well, only blur filled her vision and in no time, she passed out again. The second time Y/N came to be, it was dark and the air smells stale. She tried to move but she couldn’t. She gave up and drifted back into the darkness. The third time Y/N came to be, she was fully conscious now. Her eyes fluttered open, accustoming her eyes to the dimly lit room. It seems like she was held hostage in an abandoned building but Y/N didn’t know for sure. The only giveaways were the newspaper-covered windows and the fact that the room she was in looked like a bedroom. Her eyes focused on the silhouette and almost instantly, fear sprouted in her chest. Y/N tugged hard on the binds, panting softly as she tried to get her hands and feet out of the bonds.

(gif credited to the owner)

The Soldier turned to Y/N, his movements silent and intimidating as he moved closer to the woman. His metal hand reached out to touch Y/N’s cheek. He could not bring his soulmate back to HYDRA or else they would kill her. He knows HYDRA was ruthless in this sort of thing. So, to protect his soulmate, he took her to a safe place.

Y/N whimpered, scooting backwards until her back hit the wall. She shuddered when she felt the cool metal touch her cheek.

“Stop..get away from me,” Y/N begged quietly. All her training as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was failing, the terror growing in her was overwhelming. The Soldier could easily kill her with a flick of his wrist if she wasn’t his soulmate, of course.

“When I first saw colours, I never imagined my soulmate to look as gorgeous as you,” The Soldier’s voice was low, his metal thumb stroked her delicate cheekbone.

“Don’t touch me,” Y/N attempted to sound strong, moving her face away from The Soldier’s touch. A low growl escaped the assassin’s lips, a metal hand gripped Y/N’s face lightly. “You are mine, doll. You belong to me because you are my soulmate. Even if you don’t like it, I don’t care. You will learn to love me,” The Soldier leaned in, the tip of his nose brushed against Y/N’s. The agent gulped, avoiding eye contact with the monster.

A soft beeping caught Y/N’s attention. It came from The Soldier. The assassin growled, annoyed by the sudden interruption but he had work to do. Without saying another word, The Soldier left, leaving Y/N all alone in the abandoned building.

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Turns out, Fury was alive and on a long journey to a full recovery. It was apparently better for S.H.I.E.L.D. to believe that he was dead so HYDRA could work at a full scale and risk exposure.

Natasha was patched up and the team was gathered around a table for a briefing. Fury picked up a photo of Alexander Pierce, looking at it with his one eye. “This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize. He said peace wasn’t an achievement, it was a responsibility,” Fury threw the photo on the table, leaning forward. “See, it’s stuff like this that gives me trust issues,” Natasha sighed softly. “We have to stop the launch and find Y/N,”

Fury sighed. “I don’t think the Council’s accepting my calls anymore and as for Y/N, we will find her. It’s only a matter of time until we do so,” The director opened a case, revealing three chips.

“What’s that?” Sam looked down at it. “Once the helicarriers reach 3,000 feet, they’ll triangulate with Insight satellites, becoming fully weaponized,” Maria turned the laptop around. “We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own,” Fury added.

“One or two won’t cut it. We need to link all three carriers for this work because if even one of those ships remain operational, a whole lot of people are gonna die,” Maria sighed softly.

“We have to assume everyone aboard those carriers is HYDRA. We have to get past them, insert these server blades. And maybe, just maybe we can salvage what’s left-,” “We’re not salvaging anything,” Steve cut off.

“We’re not just taking down the carriers, Nick. We’re taking down S.H.I.E.L.D. ,” “S.H.I.E.L.D. had nothing to do with this,” Fury fought.

“You gave me this mission. This is how it ends. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s been compromised. You said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed. And we still have no way of knowing how to locate Y/N. For all we know, she’s either dead or taken by Bucky,” Steve heaved out a heavy sigh of anger. “Why do you think we’re meeting in this cave? I noticed,”

“How many paid the price before you did?” Steve growled lowly.

Fury looked down and sighed. “Look, I didn’t know about Barnes,” “Even if you had, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that too? S.H.I.E.L.D., HYDRA, it all goes,” Fury sighed, deciding it was best to give in. He leaned back on his seat, eye on Steve. “Well, it looks like you’re giving the orders now, Captain. As for Y/N, Hill and I will work on that. We still have some tricks up our sleeves,” Fury nodded to Hill.

Steve looked at Sam and Natasha, nodding. “Then we’ll suit up,”

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The Soldier stood on the edge of the building, mind fuzzy and hand twitching. HYDRA electrocuted him, giving him another mind wipe. But this time, it wasn’t easy for a clean wipe. The Soldier had begun his resistance a long time ago. His cerulean eyes took in the colored view of the city. That was something those scientists could never wipe or know and that is The Soldier’s discovery of his soulmate.

The Soldier disappeared from the roof, making his way into the abandoned building. Y/N gulped, eyes widening as she heard heavy footsteps getting closer and closer. She worked her hands quickly, dragging a sharp edge of a broken wood against the rope. She silently cheered when the rope snapped free. The footsteps were close now and Y/N kept her hands to her back.

The Soldier stepped into the room, towering over her seated form. Y/N gripped onto her little weapon, glaring up at The Soldier. He approached her, eyes dark and expression was even darker. “What do you wa--,” Y/N was cut off with a metal arm gripping her arm. The Soldier pulled the agent to her feet, pinning her against the wall. His dark eyes examined Y/N’s features. He needed comfort after what HYDRA did to him again. The torture never stops. It never does. If The Soldier showed signs of disobedience, he’ll get shocked. Any signs The Soldier showed to HYDRA that was related to him being disobedient would get him punished.

The Soldier sought comfort in his soulmate, his nose brushed against the exposed skin on Y/N’s neck. ‘No, this wasn’t supposed to happen!’ Y/N mentally scolded herself. The Soldier felt warm though. But nothing about him smelled good. The Soldier smelled like smoke and gunpowder. Nevertheless, Y/N leaned into The Soldier’s shoulder. ‘What are you doing? You’re free, he’s vulnerable, attack him and run!’ Y/N’s mind reminded her. Shit, it was right. “I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered. She gathered all her strength and shoved The Soldier off her, the assassin grunted in shock as Y/N made a run for it. “Блядь! (Fuck!),” The Soldier growled, immediately taking off to chase the woman. Y/N looked over her shoulder, eyes widening as the gap between them was closing and it was closing really fast. Y/N turned a corner, almost slipping. She had to find a way out fast. The Soldier was fast on her tail.

Y/N has never felt so much fear in her life. Not even when the Earth was invaded by the Chitauris. She dug into her sleeve, slipping out a small metal ball, and threw it at The Soldier. A bright flash and a deep groan indicated that the assassin was disabled. For now. The route down to the first floor was blocked and it seems like the only way is up. So up did Y/N went. “Soulmate!” The Winter Soldier roared in anger, his thunderous voice echoed throughout the stairwell.

Y/N’s hairs stood on end, looking down to see that The Soldier was climbing up the stairs twice as fast as her. “No, no!”Y/N cried out, trying to reach the upper levels of the building as fast as she could because The Winter Soldier was just a level below her. The frantic woman burst through the roof door, looking over her shoulder. However, when she looked to the front, it was too late. Y/N skidded to a halt, missing the edge of the roof and slipped. She screamed in fear, her hand grabbing the ledge.

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The building was old, almost crumbling down. The edge of concrete Y/N held broke under her weight, the woman screamed in terror, flailing her arms to try and reach something to save her from the freefall.

Was this the end for Y/N?

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stripper-patrick · 3 years

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Heaven 🇫🇷Florian Munteanu

Warnings: language, smut, nsfw

Song- Streets: Doja Cat

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Florian Munteanu x black plus sized reader

My alarm goes off and I happily get up getting ready for our trip to Paris. I go to the bathroom wetting my face with warm water seeing as cold water just makes me mad. I exfoliate my face and lips before moving on to brush my teeth and swish some mouthwash.

I hop in the shower scrubbing, shaving, and exfoliating my body with my warm vanilla sugar scented soap from bath and body works. I rinse off the soap and step out applying coconut oil to my damp body then applying the matching warm vanilla sugar lotion to lock in the moisture. I’m black we gotta stay hydrated and mind out business.

I put on some deodorant and face moisturizer grabbing a black bra and some burgundy rhinestone Brazilian panties. I grab the outfit laid on my nearby chair and my Nike air 270’s. I sit at my vanity doing a light makeup look and adding some Vaseline for that shine affect on my lips. I decide to tie up my long braids in a cute little bun and I see my phone buzz. I swipe right and answer Florian’s call “good morning” I smile

“Good morning” my breath physically catches in my throat at his deep raspy morning voice. “Are you ready?”

“Yes I am”

“Oh and be sure to have something nice we’re going to brunch with my family”

“Oh ok” I nod. I did pack some fancy outfits because it’s Paris who wouldn’t but I know China hasn’t met his family yet. “So do you fight tonight?”

“No tomorrow. And we’ll be staying with my parents at their house”

“We’re not staying in a hotel?”

“No” he chuckles

“Ok then”

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I park my car on a vacant lot seeing a singular airplane and Florian sitting on the steps. I get out and my jaw is dropped to the core of the earth.

“Hey baby girl” he jogs over hugging me and I’m too in shock to even acknowledge the nickname. I pop the trunk and grab my suitcase before he takes it from me “I could’ve got it”

“For what I’m here. You look good”

“Thank you” I smile “so you own this plane?”

“Kinda me and my brother went half on it. You’ll get to meet him later” he winks. Flo takes my luggage to the flight attendants and holds my hand leading me into the spacious red leather interior of the plane.

“This is dope Flo” I say

“Thank you” we sit across from each other and the flight attendant brings us champagne in a glass.

I take a sip and I can taste how expensive it is.

“So how long will this flight be?”

“About 12 hours” I sigh as we take off.

“Well how do we pass time?” He cocks up his eyebrow Suggestively and I smile.

...

“Ok how old were you when you lost your virginity?” I ask looking over. We’ve now moved next to each other giggling from the champagne.

“15” he answers. We’re playing a game of truth or strip. It’s simple. If you don’t wanna answer your truth you have to strip. Better than truth or dare. He has taken off his socks, shirt and watch and I took off my biker shorts and socks.

“Oh” I nod “if you had to choose between me and Brad Pitt to have sex with who would it be”

“Can I choose both?” I laugh

“Nope”

“Ok I would choose you” I laugh “I don’t know Brad like that or how good he is”

“How do you know I’m good in bed?” he leans getting closer.

“Aside from the details China tells me I can tell you know how to use what you got”

“What do you mean?” He smiles.

“You know what I mean” I laugh. Deep down I want him to prove me right but that would be completely outta line.

“I need an example” all of a sudden I’m shy but not to shy to bite my tongue.

“Like your tongue you look like you know how to use it in the best way” He doesn’t say anything he just stares at me. I feel myself leaning in. He’s leaning too. Our lips attach and it was like a flame was set off in my body. I’m frozen but my lips are still moving in sync with his.

Flo’s large hand caresses thigh then bring them in my underwear rubbing slowly at my clit. I moan in his mouth and he speeds up. Out of instinct I try to close my thighs arching my back but he keeps a good grip. He slips a finger in and starts kissing my neck. I moan out but the flash of my best friends face crosses my mind and I place my hands on his shoulders and stop all movements.

“You’re with China” I say breathing heavily. He nods looking down and my clit is throbbing and so badly I want so much more but I know I’d feel the worse whether China found out or not.

“You’re right I’m sorry” he nods taking his hand out of my underwear. His fingertip is wet with my juices and I let out a puff of air holding my head in my hands. I grab my pants and we redress ourselves before sitting back down. I sigh closing my eyes getting comfortable. All I can think about is his head between my legs and him being dominant and absolutely man-handling me. I open my eyes again looking out the window at the dark night sky.

‘Something takes over me and I straddle Flo and grab his arms wrapping them around me. I grab his face kissing him and he grinds me against his hard on. He’s quick to pull off my underwear and shimmy down his pants just a little bit. The tip inserts through my walls and I-‘

“Y/N you should probably get some rest” I snap out of my thoughts and he’s just staring at me.

“Yea you’re right” he stands to grabbing two blankets from the closet. He hands me one and I give off a small smile and a thank you. I pull the heavy soft blanket over my body up to my chin before taking a deep breath that transitions me into a deep sleep.

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I wake up just at sunrise to see Florian asleep. He looks peaceful when he’s asleep. I look out the window watching the beautiful sky. It’s painted a mix of pink purple and yellow in the cleanest way.

I smile and stand up stretching my legs and back. There’s a big window at the back of the plane and I walk back there folding my arms just looking.

I feel arms around my waist and Florian’s hand slides up my neck to my jaw bringing my lips to his. I can’t help but kiss back now. This is so wrong but it feels so right.

I turn my body taking in his embrace and his hands go down to my butt giving it a light squeeze. He stops kissing me and walks away back to his seat. I watch his eyes close and I go sitting next to him. I lay my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me and I lay on his chest drifting to sleep once again.

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We are just getting off the plane in the warm climate of France. Considering it’s spring there’s a slight chill in the air making me put on a light jacket. Flo grabs our bags taking it to the car and the driver gets out. He looks like Flo honestly. Not as tall but still over 6 feet, green hazel eyes, pretty smile. The have a resemblance towards each other. Florian gives him a big hug with a laugh “how’ve you been?” The guy asks

“I’ve been good. This is Y/N. Y/N this is my brother Daniel” he opens his arms and I give him a big hug.

“Nice to meet you” he smiles

“Nice to meet you too”

“How’s China” he glances at me smiling

“She’s great” he nods

“Good well let’s not waste any time let’s go” he nods. I get in the backseat and I see a woman in the front. “Hi I’m Amelia” she introduces. Perfect skin, long legs, gorgeous blonde hair. She’s a model.

“Hi I’m Y/N” she smiles sweetly and turns around. Florian sits next to me and his brother gets in the driver seat as we pull off in the beautiful city of Paris. Or as I like to call it, Heaven.

As we go through I’m glued to the window tapping Flo’s thigh every time I see something cool like mimes, flowers, and even puppies. I notice Flo’s hand on my thigh and I want to move it so badly for the sake of just feeling bad but I can’t. This feels so good.

We arrive at the house shortly after and it’s huge to say the least. I get out and Daniel opens the trunk. I go to grab my bag and Florian smacks my hand. My jaw drops with a laugh emitting from both of us while Daniel and his wife walk by.

“I’ll get it” he says. He picks up my suitcase and his as well rolling both of them into the house. I’m still enjoying the exterior. An older gentleman comes out looking at me. I walk up to him and a huge smile spreads across his face. “Are you English?” His thick accent much like Flo’s emits through his perfect teeth.

“Close. American. I’m Y/N, Florian’s friend”

“No girlfriend?” His thick accent doesn’t stop the curiosity but still love coming from him.

“No she’s at home” I smile. He extends his arms pulling me in for a hug. He smells like teakwood and a little bit of backwoods.

“We have dinner tonight. You like goat?”

“Never tried it” I laugh. He wraps his arm around my shoulder walking me into his house “your house is beautiful”

“Thank you. Me and my wife built it when Daniel was born” he explains “from the ground up and this is one house I will never get rid of”

“I’m just in love with it” an older woman appears with broad shoulders and a disgusted look on her face staring right into my soul.

“Who this?” She asks pointing to me. I hate when people wave their fingers in my face it makes me wanna fight. But for her sake I’ll chalk it up to a culture difference.

“Diana this is Y/N Florian’s friend” his father speaks “oh my apologies my name is Emilio”

“You think you’re good enough for my son?”

“Excuse me?”

“Ma stop” Florian scolds “what the hell is wrong with you”

“I apologize she can be a handful sometimes. Which is why we’re separated” Emilio says to me. I can’t help but giggle and he shows me around more with Flo behind us.

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I get out the steamy shower and a knock comes at my door. I open it slightly seeing its Florian dressed in a Nike tracksuit. I’m only in a towel and I smile at him. “Hey you look good” I step aside allowing him in and he shuts the door sitting on the bed.

“Thanks” he answers “you look better. I think my mom will love that” he laughs

“Funny” I smile sarcastically laughing to myself

“Y/N I’m sorry but I just can’t help myself when I’m around you. Every time even when all of us like me you and China are together I want to make you mine and I know that’s your best friend-“ I cut him off with a kiss. That’s that wrenching feeling inside of me knowing I’m going to hurt my best friend is strong. But my feelings for him are stronger. What we have built is too strong for me to just walk away.

“Let’s just have fun this weekend and we’ll see where to go from there” I reassure him. Florian slides his hand up my thigh dangerously close to my bare pussy. Before he moves any higher I push his hand away “I have to get ready”

“Alright alright” he stands up “just meet me downstairs” he kisses my head and I shut the door behind him. I sigh shaking my head ridding myself of the thought that betrays myself and my best friend the most. I go in my suitcase grabbing the short casual t-shirt dress I brought. It accentuates my curves but still is simple.

I grab some sandals sliding those on and snapping the strap to my ankle. I take one last look in the mirror before opening the door to his mother standing right in front of me. “Hi?” I respond in more of a question like tone

“Are you going to Florians fight in 2 days?” She asks

“I am” she rolls her eyes muttering something under her breath. “What was that?” I call out daring her to say it again. People, especially older people, need to realize respect isn’t given it’s earned and if you put me in a position where I have every right to disrespect you, then that’s that.

“Take your ass back on the plane and go home. My son doesn’t need you” Just then I hear Florian yell and he comes up the stairs.

“Let’s go Y/N” he grabs my hand but I yank it away too heated in the moment to understand he means good.

“Nah she wanna sit here and keep disrespecting me. I’ve had enough. Me and him aren’t-“ Florian picks me up taking me downstairs where he sets me down on my feet. His hands are still clad at my waist as I fume.

“I’m tired of her talking to me like she’s lost her gotdamn mind”

“Just don’t let her get to you. I’ll talk to her later tonight. Please” he begs. I sigh and he pulls me in for a tight hug. I take a deep breath of his cologne gathering my thoughts. I let go and walk in front of him to the kitchen earning a swat to my behind. I shake my head and we approach the table full of others. They all stare at me including his mother sitting at the end. I sit down and Flo sits next to me. The maids bring out an appetizer and it’s an orange soup. I grab my spoon taking a sip and it’s delicious.

“This is called a zuppa toscana” Emilio says “something my mother used to make me and my brothers all the time” he smiles. The family engulfs themselves in chatty conversations and I continue sipping on my soup. Flashbacks of the plane and Florian rubbing my pussy keep hitting me creating a waterfall in my panties. I can already feel their soaked through. I stretch my hand on his thigh lightly resting it there. Florian glances at me before going back to his food. I move my hand on top of his crotch rubbing lightly making a firm grip. I feel his thigh twitch and his hazel turn into a dark brown. I keep rubbing him through his pants feeling him harden. I keep rubbing until the chef comes out of the kitchen.

“The food is taking some time but it will be out shortly” the chef announces smiling.

“Perfect Y/N come with me” Florian grabs my hand dragging me with him throughout the house.

He opens the big glass door and lets me out first. I look around seeing we’ve entered a beautiful garden. “This is gorgeous” he shuts the door and grabs my hand not saying a word. Florian leads me through it to a bench in front of some flowers. I bite my lip and he wraps his hand around my throat sealing any space between us with a kiss. His hands move to my butt giving it a nice squeeze. I gasp feeling his tongue slip in my mouth. I feel dizzy and hot. I’m not sure who’s air I’m breathing anymore. He lets go and I suck in a breath of air as Florian sits on the bench. He pulls my dress off tearing off the thin fabric of my lace thong. He sits me on his lap and I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. I grind along his hard-on as he grips the back of my neck holding me in a powerful kiss. I lift my dress up pulling my underwear to the side while he unbuckles his pants. Florian lets out a big girthy dick and I watch as it pulsates and leaked with precum.

I grab ahold of it and glide myself onto him feeling his dick expand my walls gracefully. Once I’m fully on him Florian grabs my hips digging into them guiding me to ride him. This increases my pleasure somehow.

“I’ve waited for this for so long” he moans bucking my hips faster. I bounce my ass and my acrylics glide through his short hair. My breath is caught in my throat by how fast I’m going and how big he is. My hands move to his chest and I let out that first succulent moan. Florian rolls my hips faster attaching his lips to my neck heightening my pleasure. I claw at his chest hearing his deep voice rumble in my neck “I’ve wanted this tight pussy around my cock and in my mouth since I first met you”

My moans get louder hearing his vulgarity and my legs begin shaking from the pressure building in my center. Florian holds me down with one arm and his other hand snakes up to my mouth silencing my moans. Somehow this makes this rendezvous 10x hotter. He starts pounding me out from below and the only thing you can hear is skin slapping on skin and his low grunts and moans.

“Are you gonna cum on me?” I nod furiously trying to push away from his death grip. The pounding becoming too much “uh uh take this dick”

I have no choice but to sit there and take it. My entire body tensed and I begin my convulsions while gripping on the bottom of his shirt. He takes his hand off my mouth and I instantly move to his neck where loud moans are muffled in his shirt. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” I hop off to the best of my ability and get on my knees. I grab the base of his dick jerking it hard while sucking on the tip. Before I know it warm, bitterness is brought into my mouth while he grips the edge of the bench moaning. He’s gripping so hard that his knuckles are turning white.

“That’s my girl” I milk him dry and keep sucking until he’s begging me to stop. I come off his member with a pop and smile at him. Florian grabs my throat giving me a wet sloppy nasty kiss.

“You’re so nasty” he smiles “I love it”

I pull my dress down and discard my underwear in my bra. Florian fixes himself and I see the door open. It’s the chef.

“The food is ready. I was told you might be out here since it’s your favorite spot”

“Yes thank you. Just showing her the flowers” he extends his hand and I walk in front of him. The chef leaves the door open walking away and I giggle to myself thinking of what we just did. I’m gonna beat myself up later about it.

#smut #fluff #florian munteanu x reader #florian munteanu #big nasty #florian munteanu smut #series

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Slumber Party//RumixHawks

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Happy Eastern everyone! This is a little easter special and who better to choose than Rumi aka Bunny Hero Miruko? I usually don’t write about people with an animal quirk, so this is my first time and also the first time writing about a female character :)

Inspo: Slumber Party by Ashnikko

Summary: Hawks invites you to the annual Hero Eastern Party where you caught Rumis eyes and because Hawks was too much of a chicken to ask you out, she decided to have some fun with you.

TW:nsfw: lots of oral sex (everyone is receiving), unprotected penetration, lots of titty play, some sort of voyeurism, getting caught, threesome, chocking, hair pulling, spitting, a bit of manipulation/corruption, slight dirty talk, teeny bit of praise (calling you a good girl)

At first you were a bit hesitant to accept the invitation of Keigo when he stood in front of your doorstep with the letter in his hand.

“If you don’t want to that’s totally fine! Take your time to think about it. Just know, it would make me really happy if you decide to join me on friday,” he told you with a beaming smile.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, absolutely not. You would love to meet all the great Pro Heros, some more than others. The problem was, you didn’t know why-out of all people he could have asked-he asked you. So far, the two of you had been friends, nothing more, nothing less. There were a couple of times where you weren’t 100% sure if he was flirting with you, it was obvious, really, but maybe you just wanted him to flirt with you. But who could say no to the charming bird, a hint of a blush on his cheeks while he scratched the back of his head.

“I would love to, actually,” you let him know, taking the fancily decorated piece of paper from his hand. “Awesome! Great! I mean, cool. I will pick you up at five?” “Sure, no problem,” was this a date? Should you ask him? Or did he just invite you because you knew how interested you were in the Hero Agency? “Wear something red, i’ll wear a red tuxedo so we match,” he called to you as he already walked away.

Filthy imagines of Keigo in a red suit filled your brain, his hand adored by golden rings roaming over your body, his golden orbs burning into yours while he fucked you in the car before you went in, wanting to mark you as his, let you know your his. But you weren’t. Not yet.

A soft knock on your door pulled you away from the lengthy mirror reflecting your body cladded in a red dress. It was dead on five o’clock, as if he waited in front of your door, counting down the seconds to be here on time, not a minute too late nor too early. Opening the door you were met with one of the most beautiful men on earth, waiting to escort you. His suit color matched with his wings perfectly, the black shirt underneath adored by golden details. The smile was quickly knocked off, shock now written all over his chiseled face. “Wow, Y/N, you look... stunning,” he complimented you, not being able to take his eyes of your beautiful frame. “Thank you Keigo, so do you,” was all you could say, your mind occupied with picturing his shirt on the floor while he fucked you from behind. “Shall we? The others are waiting for us,” your eyes fell on a limousine parked in front of your home, windows tinted black, making it impossible to see who else was inside.

While walking up the car Hawks informed you that Fat Gum, Mt Lady and Miruko would be riding with you and you felt your anxious the closer you got. “Don’t worry, they are all very nice. Most of the time...” he assured you, before opening the door for you, being greeted with warm welcomes. “So you’re Y/L/N Y/N? We’ve heard a lot about you,” Toyomitsu said when you sat down next to him, noticing Miruko’s eyes taking in every inch of your body. “Yeah but bird boy never mentioned how gorgeous you are,” added the tan woman sitting across from you, making you blush. “It must have simply slipped my mind,” he said, giving her a warning glare across the vehicle, his hand suddenly on your thigh. She smirked at him before turning her attention back to you, who currently thanked Taishiro for a piece of the cookie he was munching on. “Y/N, how did someone like you get in contact with our Pro Hero #2?” asked Yu, a hint of jealousy on her face, earning a slight jab to the sight from the woman next to her. “What? She isn’t a hero and he basically has no life besides the agency,” “As far as you know Takeyama,” Hawks was suddenly rather tense, he thought the Heros would show a bit more etiquette in front of a stranger. “We met a couple of years ago when she was a waitress in my favorite restaurant,” he shortly explained, his grip on your leg tightening. He already wasn’t in the mood for the party and endless speeches, he had no time for this. These parties always brought some danger with them. So many Heros on one spot? Perfect target for an attack. If he hadn’t helped Endeavour with the safety system and checking it himself afterwards again, he wouldn’t be able to enjoy your company in peace. Mt Lady warmed up to you after you gave her some compliments on her dress and appearance in general, telling her the hero work she had done was impressive. Not once did Miruko’s eyes leave you, much to Hawks dismay. He may or may not accidentally let it slip that she was one of your favorite heroes and he knew about Miruko’s recent break up with her partner, meaning nothing could hold her back if she decided to make a move on you. Also meaning he had to tonight, which he planned on anyway but now he knew his feelings for you were real, otherwise he wouldn’t feel as territorial about you the way he did. Hawks simply won’t leave your side tonight, that’s it. When arriving at the party paparazzis where everywhere, police trying their best to keep them all behind the lines, some fans could be spotted in between them, yelling out every name of whatever Hero was appearing. When Hawks stepped outside the madding crowds attention was on him and him only. Cameras tried to get the best picture of him to sell to the biggest magazines, but his focus first was on you, taking your hand as you stepped outside the car, the others following close by. “Please wait here for me,” Hawks told you before walking up the crowds, talking to his fans, signing whatever they gave to him, the best he could with the security keeping a close eye on them. “Come on, you can wait for him there, it’s so loud here,” said Miruko, her hand at the small of your back, sending shivers up and down your spine while you looked at her through your lashes. “I’m not making you nervous, am I?” she asked with a small smirk and a certain glim in her red eyes, a strand of her white hair falling in front of her face. “Great, then let’s go inside,” she waved to some fans, posing for a few pictures with you next to her before stepping into the big hall flooded with warm light emerging from the massive golden chandeliers hanging from the tall ceiling. The floor was made out of marble tiles, a red carped rolled out and smaller ones leading to every room on the long floor. You could spot Best Jeanist talking to Aizawa in front of the golden door that lead to the party about a student named Bakugo. Music was blaring through the speakers as you enter with Miruko, no less than Present Mic being in charge of the music. “So... You and Hawks. Is that something serious?” Miruko asked you, taking a glass of orange juice from the tray a waiter offered the two of you as you took a glass with your favorite beverage. “Oh, we’re just friends, nothing more, I’m single” you told her, checking behind you to see if he walked in already but no sight of him so far. “Good to know,” she smiled at you before asking her next question. “What are you currently doing? Hawks mentioned you-” before she could finish her sentence a red wing cut appeared between the two of you, attached to it a rather unpleased looking Keigo. “I thought I told you to wait for me, I’ve been looking for you,” he told you, glaring at the rabbit behind his wing who looked at him innocently. “Sorry Keigo, it was just so loud,” you apologized, adding: “But I was in good company the whole time, nothing could have happened,” you tried to calm him down, a warm smile on your face as he grabbed your hand into his, pulling you away rather rough. “I want you to meet everyone,” he told you, looking to Rumi over his shoulder, shaking his head while she sipped on her juice. You talked to every Hero possible, all that matters was that Hawks could keep you away from Rumi. Rabbits weren’t hunters, not like Hawks, she should know not to try him, he thought. But then again Usagiyama wasn’t like the rabbits he knew. She knew she can get whatever she wants and wasn’t afraid to let anyone know either and if she played her cards right she would be able to get you. Something he doesn’t like to think about. It was 7.30 p.m when Yamada turned the music down, the attention now turning to him. The blond activated his quirk, letting everyone in the room know: “Dear Ladys and Gentleman, dear Non-binary, today we want to celebrate Eastern, thanking each and everyone of you for keeping us save and sound from all evil. Also of course, a big thank you for those not being able to attend as they are on patrol today, keeping their eyes out for any danger. Special shout out to Endeavour and Hawks for making sure we’re save in here as well. Speaking of our Heros, the top three prepared a speech for us, will you please step up here and let the guests hear what you have to say?” The three of them walked up to the stage, applause erupting from the whole group as they made their way up, the spotlight on them, but Hawks’ eyes on you. While Pro Hero #1 held his speech he kept you in his sight, watching the entrances every now and then just in case. Once in a while he would also try to find Miruko and he wasn’t happy when he noticed that she slowly made her way over to you. She whispered something into your ear and he could see that whatever she told you got you flustered, your eyes now leaving him as you looked at her. “...Hawks speech...” was all he could read from your lips and sure enough it was finally his turn to say something. He tried to keep it as simple as possible, his wings itching, hoping this was over soon enough so he could return to you. Before he could leave the stage Endeavour’s large hand held him back, a stern look on his face. “Don’t you dare walk away now, have some manners,” he warned him, making the winged man huff in annoyance. As he stepped besides Enji his eyes fell to where you were standing just mere seconds ago, all that was left an empty spot. His phone bussed, once twice. He knew it was the Rabbit considering she was no where in sight. Best Jeanist of course took his sweet time and the longer it took the louder Hawks imaginary clock was ticking. You on the other hand were enjoying yourself a lot. Rubi had let you to her hotel room that she has rented, it was far up and you enjoyed the view over the city. “We’ll go down there when the buffet is open, don’t worry. Hawks will understand that we left, neither one of us is really enjoying these things,” she told you, watching you taking in the view, while she was enjoying hers. “Y/N, I have heart a rumor, can I ask you something about it?” the woman behind you spoke up, making you turn around, noticing the way she licked her lips, biting on them softly before letting go. “Of course, anything Miruko,” the way she was watching you made you tingle. “Great. Hawks told me that I’m one of your favorite heroes, is that true?” she walked closer to you, her hips swaying from side to side. “He told you?” it was embarrassing to know that Hawks would tell her about the little crush you had on her, why would he tell her? To tease you? “He said was that you were excited to meet me,” ‘oh’ was all that could leave your lips at this point, wanting to die on the spot. “That’s nothing bad darling, the opposed to be exact. Taking that in consideration, you want me to be happy, right?” her voice was sultry, her body now right in front of yours while her hands once again returned to the small of your back. “Yes,” you whispered, her thumb tracing your agape lips. “That’s a good girl. If I tell you it would make me happy to kiss you and taste you, you won’t say no, right? You’re save with me, I’m #5 after all,” you could feel her breath on your lips by now, knowing that as soon as her thumb will leave your lips her mouth is on yours. “Yea,” your breath hitched when she pulled you flush against her, feeling her chest press up against you, heat radiating off of her. She smelled amazing, you noticed, a mix of her own smell with her perfume. Without another word her lips crashed into yours. Sitting down on the velvety arm chair that was placed in the corner of the luxurious room, she pulled you on top of her while her tongue slipped into your mouth. Her hands traveled up open your dress, letting it fall loosely around your waist. Once your chest was exposed to her she could do whatever she wanted to. Warm hand cupped your right tit, massaging the soft skin, thumb circling over your erect nub. You clenched your legs around nothing, feeling your pussy craving for attention, to be touched and played with. Moans slipped past your lips, making her push her cladded, muscular thigh between your legs and giving you some friction where you most craved it. It was hard to hide how badly you needed more, trying your best to move your hips without her noticing, but failing miserably. “It’s okay darling, you can grind on my thigh if you wanna,” she remarked against your puffy lips, captured once again in a wild kiss. You were slowly grinding yourself down, her other hand on your hip, holding you down while every now and then bouncing her leg to hear you whine and huff. Her fingers were now pinching your nipples, circling around them, Your hips circled on top of her thigh, going up and down, feeling a knot build in the pit of your stomach. Miruko noticed how you pushed down harder, your hips going faster. She decided to help you out, letting go of your lips and wrapping her plum lips around your other side, sucking and flicking her tongue over your your mouth sensitive spot. Red eyes watched you through thick, white lashes, the way your mouth fell open as soft moans tumbled from in between them, the way your eyes were almost shut close, pleasure written all over your face. “Gonna cum for me? All over my thigh? I bet you thought about this a hundred times already huh? Just wait til I really do something, I’ll give you the best cunnilingus in your life, something Hawks can only dream to give you,” the combination of her thigh rubbing against you and the attention she gave your tits send you over the edge within seconds, loud moans making the white haired woman wet, ready to eat you out before pleasing her. She moved your hips against her thigh, making you ride out your orgasm before tapping your ass to signal she wants you up. Your dress now fell down completely and she helped you step out of it before leading you to the bed, pushing you down on it. Putting on a little show for you while getting herself undressed you couldn’t wrap your head around how fucking beautiful Miruko was. Her arms flexed while she pulled her shirt off, hair swaying when the top was gone completely, covering her chest a bit before she opened her white lace bra, her boobs springing free and all you wanted in that moment was to play with them, lick them and please her. When she bend down to pull off her pants she made sure you had a good view on her ass, watching it jiggle, the muscles in her legs flexing as she stepped out of it. Rumi crawled up to you, her hips between your legs as she kissed you again, now trailing open kisses down your body, stopping at your boobs once again, sucking them, sharp tongue spelling her name across them before continuing her way down, hands gripping the thin fabric covering you up pulling them off of you slowly. Before she gave you what you were begging for, she bit and sucked your inner thigh, enjoying the way you huffed in annoyance, body tensing up every time she would halt in front of your glistering pussy. One time she blew some cold air onto your clit, making you jolt a bit in surprise. Just as you were about to beg again she licked a long strip from the top to the bottom, wrapping her lips around your clit and sucking on it. The way she performed french on you turned you into a moaning mess. Every now and then she dipped her tongue into your hole, collecting your wetness before returning to your nub. The beating of big wings made you open your eyes and you sat up in shock, your eyes meeting pissed of golden orbs. Miruko pulled away from you, a string of saliva still connected to your cunt. “How nice of you to join us,” she told him, a smirk on her lips. “What a coincidence your window was left open,” he remarked, climbing through it. “That wasn’t a coincidence,” she let him know, pushing your hand down as you tried to cover yourself up. “And your texts? ‘I've been picturing her naked ever since you showed us a picture of her’ and ‘she looks like a fucking painting, something I’ve been praying for, thank you for bringing her, you’re a true wing man?’What about those? And when you send me the picture with your hotel room number?” “Well, I was simply hoping you would join us, it’s eastern after all, there is no better pair than a rabbit and a little chicken, wouldn’t you agree? And just look how needy she is. It would only be fair if we take care of her,” the both of you could see Hawks’ dick harden while his wings puffed up a bit, before sitting down onto the same chair Rumi made you cum a few minutes ago. “Show me your talents then, let’s see how fast you can make her cum,” he told the woman between your legs, opening his pants and pulling out his throbbing cock. You watched how spit on it, wetting it so he can wrap his hand around himself, slowly pumping up and down. Of course she didn’t need to be told twice, her tongue spelling your name between your legs, pushing two fingers into you. Curling motions send waves of pleasure through your body. You didn’t know where to look, watching you getting eaten out or Hawks basically fucking himself on the arm chair. He wasn’t massive in length, bigger than what you were used to definitely, what made you gulp was his thickness. He couldn’t even wrap his hand around himself completely, how would that ever fit into you? The man caught you as you eyed him or rather his meat in his hand, raising his eyebrows. “What? Wanna have a taste?” he asked you and all you could was nod, another moan of yours filling the room. “Sit on Miruko’s face then,” Hawks ordered, making the tan woman stop for a moment to turn on her back, pulling your right on top of her again so you sat up straight, not giving you a moment to catch your breath. The feathered man stood up, his clothes joining the pile on the floor. Stepping on to the bed he made sure he could balance himself against the wall to stand still. Next thing you knew was his hand in your hair making you look up to him as he spit into your mouth for some extra wetness, shoving his hard cock down your throat without a warning. Nothing was able to hold him back from fucking your in pleasure twisted face, the moans you tried to let out thanks to Miruko sending vibrations through Keigo’s shaft. Tears mixed with mascara ran down your cheeks, trying so hard to breath but the way he pounded into you made it impossible. The hand that wasn’t inside of you found its way back to your tits so she could play with you again, feeling you clench around her hard. Another orgasm came crashing down, legs shaking as Hawks pulled out, letting you basically scream out a string of curse words, catching your breath. “Isn’t she such a good girl? Letting us fuck her however we want to?” he praised you, holding your cheeks between his hand. “Should have seen how she fucked herself on my thigh,” Rumi told him, thumb wiping across her lips before sitting up, pushing the now wet finger into your mouth so you could taste yourself. “Want a taste?” she asked Hawks, pulling him in for a kiss as she pushed her tongue past his lips, letting him taste whatever was left of your juices. “Delicious baby, can’t wait to have a taste later,” the naked man let you know, pulling you to him by your hair, both of their eyes on you. “Now it would only be fair if you let Miruko cum too don’t you think? Don’t worry I’ll fuck your needy little cunt,” Hawks delivered a small slap to your clit followed by a small moan of yours. He pushed you down onto the mattress, pulling you close to him by your thighs, his dick dipping into your entrance but pulling out again, teasing you as he stroked up and down slowly. “Stop teasing Keigo,” you whined, buckling your hips up to get him into you more but he only swatted your thigh, leaving a pink spot behind. Agonizing slow he pushed past your opening, pressing in little by little into your velvety heat. His shaft was unbelievably thick, stretching you out just right, making you feel stuffed full. “Please,” you whined, your pussy throbbing, needing more, craving for every inch of him. “Please what?” he asked you, raising his eyebrow, pushing in further. “Please fuck me,” you sounded so desperate, so fucked already, how could he say no to this? Never would he deny you his dick. Throwing your legs over his shoulder he pushed in balls deep, waiting for Miruko to be comfortable. Your hands clasped her thick thighs, nails digging into her skin as Hawks started moving, slowly at first to let you adjust to his size, watching you lapping at the heat of the strong woman on top of you. Her face twisted up in sheer pleasure as you showed off your tongue skills below her. “That mouth is heaven,” he groaned, earning a nod of agreement. “Fuck... Especially when she moans, you gotta fuck her harder, she likes that,” she panted, eyes rolling in the back of her head for a short moment. Hawks hands on your legs tightened, surely leaving marks behind in the next morning as he picked up his speed, pounding into you harder, his balls slapping the swell of your ass every time. This caused your moans to turn louder, the vibration that were sent to Miruko’s clit even harder now. The dark hotel room, only illuminated by the moon light and a small light at the door, was filled with some of the filthiest sound you ever heard, your sweat and perfumes mixing, every now and then a breeze of fresh air slipping through the open window. Hawks was close to releasing his load inside of you, watching you eat out another woman almost making him lose control. And Miruko was close as well, feeling the knot on her stomach almost ready to be released and he could sense that, dipping down to lick her tits, sucking and playing with them. The new surprising sensation made her push herself more onto you, while you continued to lick her wet cunt, making her release all over your face. After she came down from her orgasm she pulled away from you, letting Hawks have full control over you. He took this opportunity to wrap his hand around your throat, his lips now on yours, tasting the other hero. Your thighs were pressed flushed against his chest, your knees on his shoulders and your ankles locked behind his head. The new position made him hit your g-spot over and over again, grunts of him filling your ear. “You like that, don’t you? Getting fucked by the two of us? Two of the worlds biggest Pro Heros having their way with you, what a dirty little girl you are,” he groaned into your ear. He tightened his hand around your throat, cutting of your blood flow as he made you look into his face. Keigo had something taunting on his face and the look got you clenching around him. “You’re close aren’t you baby?” he asked you, a ‘yes’ falling from your lips as nothing more than a tang. ”Let everyone know who you belong to, let them know you’re mine, mine alone,” he growled, eyes on the woman walking into the small hotel bathroom who simply winked at him, mouthing ‘all yours’ before disappearing. even though you thought it wasn’t possible he put all of his energy into the next thrusts and you screamed out his names as you came around him, legs shaking against him, eyes watery and head completely fucked. Hawks followed moments later, the snaps of his hips turning sloppier before completely halting, making you feel his dick throb inside your wet walls. Keigo pulled out of you slowly, letting your legs gently fall down, making sure he didn’t choke you too hard. His hands caressed your face while you were in full bliss. He could hear Miruko turn off the shower, stepping outside in nothing but a small towel around her figure. “How about you sneak some food up for us, I don’t think any of us are really in the mood for the party anymore,” she said, her eyes falling onto your still shaking frame. “Sounds like a plan, I will be back in a few, you got this?” he asked with a smile on his face. “Oh yeah totally,” With that he got dressed as proper as he could, flying down again to grab a big pile of food for the three of you while Rumi helped you cleaning up, letting you borrow one of her big shirts she packed.

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