#with a lil poole tossed in for the front :] smile

[lynnlovesthestars]

One and only.

Pairing: Astarion x fem!reader

Genre & warnings: smut and fluff, post act 3, soft Astarion, fingering, slight overstimulation and orgasm denial, unprotected sex, a lil of anxiety? and thinking but lots of love too, blood, biting.. I don't think there's more?

Words: 4.4k (damn i didn't think it was that long oof.

Healing is a slow process, but with you it's a little easier.

Astarion paced back and forth in front of the tent, weighing the words that were floating in his mind, the feeling that pooled in his stomach and shoved off the fear hidden in the back of his mind.

You were different because you cared about him. You reminded him every night before you'd close your eyes and fell asleep in his arms, and you respected him like none ever did. You reassured him whenever he'd ask you if you were still okay to wait for him until he was ready to try again with sex, and he was oh so grateful for it.

It's been around three years since you were free of the tadpole, you'd grown so much together: patching up each other's wounds while learning how to love. You taught him to be intimate without bedding you. You taught him how caresses could be so much more than sex.

He looked around the camp, you called your old companions for another adventure, helping you find a cure for vampirism, and they all eagerly accepted.

Aylin and Isobel were the only ones missing, literally.

You found a nice spot in the underdark, glowing mushrooms of pretty colors decorated all around you, and the circular cave was just perfect enough for the bunch of you.

You were fumbling around the fire, trying to roast a boar leg you got at a small merchant you found on the road.

Gale was trying to interfere with that boar leg cooking process, but you didn't want to hear him, especially after you had to live off his particularly unsavory stew for months, this time you were taking the metaphorical chef hat and feeding everyone with your newfound skills. Three years away from adventure had to be filled one way or another.

The camp was always lively, that's one of the perks of being so many.

Wyll was playing with Boo, while Minsc and Jaheira were playfully fighting over something dumb. Karlach and Halsin were fast asleep next to the fire, snoring loudly between Gale's words.

Lae'zel and Shadowheart were discussing as always and, though everyone was too distracted to hear him, Astarion was still mumbling to himself while pacing.

The dinner was great, you could see it in the eyes of everyone as they bit into the tender meat and shared stories. Minsc was deep into another tale of Boo, Jaheira and him as your eyes wandered to Astarion, which still hasn't had his dinner.

You couldn't see him, until you noticed that the oil lamp in your tent was on, and his shadow was fixing something around the tent. For what you knew he was moving the pillows scattered around, in a way that you'd be more comfortable while he fed.

They all knew at this point that you'd let him feed off you on daily basis, it started back while you were on your way to Baldur's Gate back then, and you took the habit so much that at a certain point you didn't even feel dizzy after he'd been done.

You excused yourself as you made your way to the tent, it was one of those nights where you needed an extra long hug, and a few kisses on the forehead.

When you opened the flap of the tent, he was still fighting with a pillow, trying to fluff it up just how he liked it, but failing. He was glad that he learned how to hide his emotions, shoving the tension down and away.

You kneeled next to him, placing a hand on his before taking the pillow from his grasp.

He followed your movements closely with his eyes, as you put the pillow on the floor.

He didn't know what he expected to see, but to watch you punch the pillow relentlessly, was definitely not on the list. Though after you were done, the pillow was somehow perfect. Was that how his pillow was always extra fluffy?

You gave him a soft smile before you tossed it next to the others, which you noticed were arranged differently, making something closer to a nest, than your usual layout.

You both didn't speak, you were so close that you'd know just by looking at your bodies, or the way your face crunched, and yours clearly said "cuddle".

In a matter of seconds, he pulled you in his arms before scooting closer to the pillows to rest there.

He loved the way you'd make yourself comfortable on his lap, how you wiggled for a moment before finding that nook where your head rested perfectly on his chest, and the way you would hum when you were happy with the position you chose.

He could live off just of that pretty sound that would come out of your lips.

You were so absorbed by the closeness that you didn't notice the barely perceptible hesitation in his touch, as he slowly turned your face to him, making sure you could hold eye contact for a moment.

The eagerness and the pure undevoted love were fighting with the fear, the fear of reliving those nights he tried so hard to forget, but at the end of the day, he needed you. He needed you more than he feared his nightmares, he needed to feel you around him, he needed to let you feel his love, his devotion, all of him.

If there was one person that he wanted to love so deeply, it was you.

So many times he thought of trying to have sex again just to see if he still was disgusted, but only with time he was able to realize that he wasn't disgusted by sex, he was disgusted of being stripped of his chance to back away. And the more he got to know you, the more he grew closer to you, the more he longed for you, in every way. It was no longer the need for release or just the fucking without attachments, he wanted to make love with you. He wanted to hear you moan his name like a chant, he wanted to feel your hands reach were no one was ever allowed to: tracing his back, on the dip of his lower back, around his hips, at the center of his chest, where his heart, your heart, resided.

There was no one else he desired like this, the idea of other people, or having other lovers but you, made him retch. He didn't want love unless it came from you, he didn't want sex unless it was you making him feel lightheaded. Of course it took him a lot of time to understand this, and a lot of work around his feelings, and his body, and you never shied away from any of his attempts to push his boundaries.

You helped him reshape the ideas of the smallest things, down to skinship.

Even after hours of brooding on how to ask you, he found himself speechless at the sight of your soft eyes filled with love, and the peaceful smile you gifted him. He was mesmerized.

It took him a second to just recollect, as he took his time ingraining in his mind that look he loved so much.

"My love" He whispered as he cupped your cheek, making you lean into his touch. "I've been thinking a lot" His thumb traced your cheekbone ever so slightly, drawing a delicate humm from you. He had planned a lot to say but as you leaned close, the speech was already out the window. So he just lowered you on the bed, and crashed his lips to yours.

It took you a second to process the unexpected movement, but a second later you were lost within his kiss.

Initially it was rough, the way he gripped on you, like an instinct that he could barely control, full of yearning and need, but slowly, the more you relaxed in his arms, savoring the taste of his kiss, the more he would slow down, like a love poem traced with his whole body.

His hands would graze over your hips, your shoulders, your neck, every bit of exposed skin was being caressed by his slender fingers, holding and molding your body like it was putty.

He rested his forehead against yours as he caught his breath, and allowed you as well. His eyes were closed as he was lost in your sweet scent.

It took him another long moment before being able to control his breath, regain his senses as his head was already spinning away.

"My love, allow me.." He breathed ooutsweetly as he latched his hand around yours, your fingers intertwining in his like an instinct. "Allow me to feel you." He placed a soft kiss on your cheek. "Allow me to make you mine" The words came out almost as a plea, like a starved man that was in front of a banquet and forced to resist the need. His lips traveled to your neck, resting where he'd usually drink from you.

"I'm already yours" You whimpered as you could feel his teeth graze, sending a shiver down your spine. You could feel the pit of your stomach bubbling with tenderness, as his eyes were rounder than usual, and his gaze was soft. Though there was a yearning feeling in the bottom, drowned momentarily by the adoration.

So many nights you had to leave the tent to take care of your needs, as you didn't want to burden Astarion with it. You wanted him to be fully there as he helped you release all that pent up tension, not just a shell of him. You craved his love, not his body.

You had to resist the very urge to push your hips against him, even though he was asking you already. You wanted to make sure he was truly okay before making any movement.

He groaned as he tilted your neck, pressing his lips right under your chin, and descending between your clavicle. He wanted to worship every millimeter of you, no skin would have to go unkissed.

"I want to make love to you, my one" He left a bite on your shoulder, no teeth were deep enough to draw blood, but definitely enough to steal a delicious mewl from you.

His words made your heart roar.

You raised your head enough to catch a glimpse of his eyes, now sultry, half closed as his lips still rested on your skin, dropping sweet kisses right where he was.

"Mh, you sure?" You asked as your body basked in the attention he was providing.

"Like I've never been before. I dreamt for so long to have you wrapped around me" He moved again, until your chests were against each other, and your noses were meeting. "I want no one else but you. I want to know what having the love of your life so close, so vulnerable feels like" He placed a quick kiss on your nose. "I just want to get lost in you, to hold you like I've never held anyone" his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight to him, like he wanted to merge your bodies. "I want to be one with you" He whispered as he closed his eyes again, inhaling your flowery scent mixed with his.

Your heart was pounding so loudly against your rib cage that you would have sworn he could feel it without leaning in.

You wanted to sound louder, but as your lips opened to say that yes, the sound came in almost a strangle

by all your emotions.

Astarion's eyes glimmered with a light you've never seen before resting there.

He was gentle as he undressed you, every inch that was being revealed to his eyes, was met with his yearning lips, drawing all sorts of pleading sounds from you. Your body was already shaking like a lire string as it was touched, and your lips chanting a melody for him.

His descent was agonizingly slow, but what struck you was how his movements were.

You knew he was well versed in sex, but the way he was caressing, tracing, kissing, biting, was the one of a man that was trying to listen to your reactions, to savor the tiniest sensations, to learn his lover, such a difference from the confident man that fucked you senslessly in a forest three years prior.

It was no longer about repayment for the feed or protection, it was pure undevoted love in each touch.

Just with those miniscule attentions, your heart was swelling for him, and little did you know that he was hitting him as well, all your emotions flowing around you in the small space of the tent.

Your clothes were soon on the other side of the floor and you took your time admiring him in all his beauty: the way his chest was rising, the way his skin was covered in small old marks, so carefully healed that you wouldn't be able to discern them unless you would be trying to remember his every pore.

"Gods i wish you could see yourself through my eyes right now" He sighed. "I've seen you naked so many times, but right now? No goddess could compare next to you" He kissed your navel delicately as his fingers were grazing your thighs.

You could feel your cheeks igniting at the praise. You wished for a moment you still had that tadpole eating your brain, just for a second to show him the true vision. His body was so perfect in front of you, the truly breathtaking view. You could have sworn he would have made such a perfect painting.

Before you could open your mouth though, he was praising you again.

"No words would be enough for me to explain how every curve of your body makes me ache for you, my one" He leaned forward, placing wet kisses from your neck, down to your hips, over and over again until his name was a broken mewl from you lips.

He stopped between your thighs, taking his time to spread you wide open for him. He kissed that spot that caught his mind right away, that perfect dip of your hips, where stretch marks were concentrated.

He hummed as he couldn't help but graze them with his teeth, stealing one moan that made him almost melt.

Then agonizingly slowly he kissed the inside of your thigh, trailing kisses until his nose brushed against your clit. You wanted to beg for him to eat you, but his head turned towards the other tight, repeating the tantalizing trail of kisses until he reached for your dripping cunt.

"You are so ready for me" He kissed right above your clit, teasing you more and more. "But I have to dine first" a finger gently traced the outline of your lips, taking his time before dipping it between your folds, and earning a moan. It was so long since someone touched you, you could feel your whole body clench at the smallest touch.

He kissed your thigh again, sighing at the softness of your skin. You were so wet he just inserted another finger in you and started pumping in your pussy, drawing those perfect moans from you again, music to his pointy ears.

Then as he added another finger, his teeth sank in your plush thigh. All of your senses jolted up, amplifying everything as he started drinking from you.

His slender fingers reached right where he made you cry in pleasure, as you slowly gave in to the lightheadedness.

As he kept feeding, he still worked you like he knew every movement that would make you whimper, drawing always so near to your orgasm before pulling away.

Moments later he finally let go of your thigh, his teeth slipped away from the pricks they had made home in, and licked away the rivlet of blood still spilling from the new wound, causing your body to arch even more under his tongue. You were so close, so desperate to come you'd chant his name like a prayer, just so he'd taste you.

Instead he pulled out his fingers, taking one at a time in his mouth and sucking your slick off of them.

"You are delicious, my love" He moaned as he popped each finger out of his lips.

You were on edge, so tempted to take control and ride his face until you'd come on his lips, but you had to restrain yourself, you wanted him to guide you through it, you wanted him to have full control of his and your body.

His tongue reached for the rivlet of blood on his lips before pulling you in his lap, your thighs wrapped around his hips like they were made just for that. You could feel his erection press against your folds as he pulled you closer.

His lips and yours clashed together in something that was akin to a slow dance, your arms wrapped around his neck, while his held you by your hips.

You could drink the sighs he was letting out, the smile he grew in that intimate moment, the reason why he wanted you in this position.

For months he tried to imagine how he wanted to make love to you, how he'd feel the safest, and his mind always came back at the idea of your chests against each other, your lips so close he could kiss you, but also where he could hear your moans the closest. How he wanted you to rest against him as he whispered how perfect you were for him, he wanted you. All of you. All of your warmth, all of your skin, all of your sights, he wanted to see how he was affetting you, and how you affected him. He wanted to lift your chin, to kiss your neck, he wanted the both of you to find respite in the tight hold.

Seeing you so close to him, so vulnerable just how much he would be, it was how he wanted it to go, cause this for him was like a first time. He wanted to be overwhelmed by you, as you consumed him.

He wanted to feel his home in you. In you and only you.

He took a moment, resting against you, clinging to you like you were going to disappear from his grasp.

"If you want to stop, you just have to say it, my star" You whispered as you rested a hand in his hair, drawing circles on his scalp as he breathed in your scent, that was slowly mixing with the smell of sex.

"No my love, I'm just bathing in you before doing anything else" He admitted, placing a kiss on your neck, where he was resting his head.

"I don't think I could ever exchange this for anything. No power, or castle could compare to the home I made in your heart". His words were warm, caring, just like scorching fire against ice.

"I love you" You murmured as you caressed his cheek, and brought him back to you.

"I love you too, my one" He kissed you slowly as he guided you up. Bringing you to rest your forehead against each other as you slowly sank on his length. A gasp simultaneously filled the tent, so loud it could wake up everyone, but you didn't care. The air was pulled out of your chests, as you clinged on each other.

You both waited a moment before doing any movement, both overwhelmed by the closeness and the pleasure.

You wrapped around him so perfectly, he could barely keep any control over his body, his mind or his lips.

"Mh so perfect for me" He whispered sultry, as he guided you through the slow movement, allowing him to bottom out before having your hips meet his again, stealing another breathy moan.

It was slow, tender, so much that you could feel your eyes become glassy.

Nothing could ever compare to the fire that was spreading around your body as he picked up pace, stealing everything from you. Your air, your whimpers, your heart, over and over again.

He wanted to savor every inch of you, he would allow himself to fill you to the hilt, as he threw his head back.

"M-mine" He lulled as he couldn't resist the urge to go faster, his body loosing control of his movements.

It became all so sloppy, ragged as he grasped at you ass, his nails sinking into your skin as he slapped his hips against yours.

"This is what you do to me" He rasped as he lolled his head back. His hair wild as some curls fell on his face. His mouth agape as he choked praises.

Sweet gasps echoed between the syllables of your name, as he submitted to the pleasure.

He wanted to scream, to let everyone know you were his and no one could ever coax those sounds from him like you did, so effortlessly.

Your fingers twirled naturally around his curls, pulling his head to yours as you deepened the kiss along with your movements, savoring the taste of his lips and sweat as you made him see the stars.

You drank each other's moans with your lips as you completely gave away to the pleasure, as you gave all of you to each other.

You could barely register who was directing, cause your bodies just felt like one. Molten lava simply mixing as it burned hot like the hells.

You were so close, your whole body shaking as you could barely form a proper sentence. "L-love y-you" You muttered though your tongue felt indescribably heavy and light simultaneously.

You were drunk on him, your eyes rolling back as he hit that spot that could make you come undone. He worshiped every inch he could reach with his lips, making sure your body was left with a memory of the night, of his trust, of his love.

"You fill me so well" you praised with the last bit of your sanity, stealing the most precious sound from his lips.

Euphoria washed over Astarion as he was high on the feeling of your pussy clenching uncontrollably around him.

He pumped in you insatiably as you could feel it build up, the familiar knot as your muscles tensed up, feeling the heat rise and your legs shake.

You were not sure what it was, maybe it was the moaned praises, or his touch, or the way his hair bounced as he sank in your, but you felt your body being stripped of all the flesh, pleasure taking it's place as your orgasm washed over you. Your head rested on his shoulder as he was still lost in you, so close to his own release.

You knew that the only sound in the camp was your skin slapping, and the lustful sounds you'd make for each other.

The frenzy turned into a slow-burning passion, his hips rhythmically pounding in you as his lips met again with yours in a matching kiss, your moans mixing in the middle as you could feel it again, your orgasm building so quickly you barely had time to process how sensitive you were.

You let go of his lips to admire how his mouth parted, a series of whimpered moans fell from his lips as you could feel every inch of you being dragged away in the second orgasm at the sole sight.

His hips stuttered once, twice, before the arrogant orgasm sent him to the moon, spilling all his cum in your warmth.

He stayed in you for a few more moments as he processed how elated he felt.

There was no one else in the universe that would make him feel so safe, so loved. He was gentle as he laid with you in his arms, drawing shapeless lines along your velvety skin.

He couldn't hold back the tears that were forming at the edge of his eyes, as he held this night so close to his heart. For him, this was his first time, and it was with you, his other half.

You noticed right away when the first few tears started tracing his skin. You were so afraid of his reaction that this was like a shock to you, in a way.

You prayed the morninglord he wasn't already regretting the intimacy, maybe he didn't feel what you felt: that sense of belonging, the overwhelming love.

You cupped his cheek as you caught a tear with your thumb. "Are you ok, my star?" You whispered as you took away another and another with tenderness that made Astarion even more emotional.

He slowly met your gaze, his eyes so soft and his lips curled in a tender smile as the droplets still descended down his cheeks.

"I'm perfect, my love" He rested his hand on yours, clasping at your fingers and bringing them away from his cheek.

"Why are you crying?" You offered a reassuring look, the one he learned meant that you were a safe space where he could speak his mind unfiltered.

"I dreamt of this nights for months, how I would ask you, and how I'd hope this would carry out" He exhaled for a moment as he toyed with your fingers.

"And none of those dreams could ever get close to this" His smile was getting wider, accentuating those lines you loved so much.

"I don't care for sex, unless it's with you. Unless it's loving you with every inch of me, unless it means undressing ourselves and being exposed in all our vulnerability. Unless it means I get to feel you become part of me" You were absorbed by his words and his eyes, that you didn't notice he let go of your hand to hold you closer.

"You are the other part of me", He let out shakily. "I might even say you are the best part as well." He kissed your forehead tenderly. "You are my one and only" He whispered at last as he dragged the blanket he had left on the side, on your bodies. You murmured something between a love confession and a praise as he lulled you to sleep in his embrace.

You were fast asleep as he finally remembered what he was forgetting.

He summoned a mage hand, trying to be as silent as possible. The ghostly arm reached under one pillow and pulled out the velvety box, before shoving it in Astarion's backpack and dissolving its form.

"Tomorrow" He noted in his mind. "Tomorrow I'll ask you"

[lanabuckybarnes]

𝗪𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗠𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗔𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 | 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Bucky Barnes x Baker Reader (F) 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: War, Feelings, Mentions of PTSD, Mentions of Death — Any more let me know 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.1K 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: So, another potential series hehe. I felt like my long term boy deserved his own lil thing and I’ve been thinking of an idea like this. I’m not sure when I’ll update this series, hopefully as much as I can but updates will be here and there. 𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀: @boybandbaby, @chimchoom, @moon-light1928, @noellez-best-life23, @samodivaa, @kulteule, @zunigabarnes — Let me know if you would liked to be tagged!!!

The diner is filled to the gunnels when Bucky arrives, papers in one hand, his hat sat askew on his head. She never noticed him at first, too busy jotting down the order of an elderly couple in the farthest booth.

Poppy was gorgeous, eyelashes batting against soft blushed cheeks, teeth peeking out beneath painted pink lips. She laughs at the charming older gentlemen’s words, some joke about the beans giving him wind last time. His wife bats him with her handkerchief, tossing a glare his way with some choice words. She doesn’t mind though. With a final rundown on their order, she gives them a time estimate and turns, stopping dead in her tracks at the sight of him.

“B-Bucky,” she stutters, kitten heels clicking slowly as she inches closer to him. His attire has her almost fearful, like cornered prey staring at bared canines. She’s almost wary of passing him to get to the counter, her eyes darting over the glass door searching for a way out. A way out of what? Bucky suspected it was the conversation they were about to have.

“You like it, doll?” He smiles, his lips wobbling unnaturally. She wasn’t stupid and Bucky wore his heart on his sleeve, he was scared yet put on a brave face.

“You…you look nice.” She responds, brushing past him. Even the fabric against her bare arms is foreign; it’s scratchy and stiff, nothing like the man she knew.

“You don’t like it.”

She hums, stacking empty glasses onto a circular tray. Bucky steps over, helping her like he usually would.

“It’s not that I don't like it…” she looks him up and down again. He does look rather handsome but that green colour is ingrained in her mind. She watches men Bucky’s age and younger come and go wearing the same uniform. Not many of them were returning on those massive ships parked up by the dock. At the thought of Bucky being one of the unlucky ones, tears pool at her waterline. She turns before he has the chance to see her so upset.

“Poppy,” he coos, a large hand falling onto the small of her back. “You and I both know what this means, I don't want to spend the last night in have with you wallowing over things that won't happen.”

Poppy’s head shoots up, eyes fogged in disbelief “last night?”

He nods solemnly, “I ship for England tomorrow.” He says softly, capturing her hand in his.

“Please come with me tonight, I want to spend my evening with you.”

She’d overheard Bucky speaking with Steve about a science fair he was excited to attend. It wasn’t exactly her cup of tea but if it were what Bucky wanted she would do it. She would do anything for him.

After her shift Poppy spent a small amount of time freshening up, mind still unrested since Bucky’s words at the diner. Just a few hours ago, at the start of her shift, tomorrow felt like it was taking its time. Now she felt the hours ticking by almost like minutes. Soon the sun would set and rise again on a new day, one where she would say goodbye to her one and only. Perhaps for the last time.

Bucky picked her up from her front door, arm bent at the elbow so she could loop her own around it. Steve followed not far behind, an oversized tan coat protecting his slender frame from the chill of the evening air. Speaking of which, it was something she had neglected to remember when she opted for the short-sleeved dress. Bucky drops her arm for a second, fiddling with the gleaming belt and buttons before shrugging it off his shoulders.

His hands come around but she stops them before they drape the coat over his shoulders. The thought of the fabric around her is nauseating, she didn't want anything to do with the omen of death, yet Bucky’s fond smile and twinkling ocean eyes have her feeling guilty for ever rejecting such an offer.

“Thank you.” She says sincerely, nuzzling her nose into the coat.

“Pleasures all mine princess…besides, you look good in my clothes.”

The way Bucky’s eyes rove down her body sends shivers down her spine and a hot flush to her cheeks. He kisses her gently, thumb soothing over her cheek, when he parts he chuckles.

“Oops”

“What?” She sputters, mind still fuzzy from the kiss. He had a tendency to do that to her.

“I smudged your makeup,” his thumb and forefinger hook her chin, tilting her head into the dim street light. The apology thick on his tongue is dispelled by a huffing Steve, piercing blue eyes honing in on Bucky from over Poppy’s shoulder.

Right. Science fair first. Unfortunately.

The salted waves batter against the battleship grey ship, lathering its port side in white. Despite the rising sun glimmering atop the rolls of blue there is a chill to the air, one that bites at the creamy skin of Bucky’s nose tinting it a rouge shade.

“Sergeant Mayflower.” A voice calls out from the longboat, like a fog horn over the rumble of men murmuring their prayers and promises before setting foot onto the boat with seemingly no return. Bucky’s heart lurches every time the stout Captain barks out a name, his voice billowing out in a misty form.

He isn’t ready to go, no one is, as soon as their names are called they know where they’re off to, they know what they must do — it doesn’t matter what the papers say when every time a ship comes to collect it also drops off. Mountains of bodies wrapped only in sheets to protect the eyes of their innocent families, for the ones still alive? Death may have been an easier fate.

The men he’s exchanged a few words with today each hold that same dull look in their eyes, fear that’d been hidden deep below the surface to appear strong. Another name called, the crowd of men let out a small sigh but nothing could cover a woman’s wail from behind them.

“My boy!!” The greying lady sinks to the floor, clutching her equally as shaken husband. The young recruit, barely eighteen turns, huge helmet swivelling atop his head. He’s too small for war, he reminds Bucky of Steve. After much fuss from his mother, the boy's fate is sealed as he steps onto that ship, becoming lost in the sea of green and brown.

He feels sick, a lump of fear and sadness claws at his trachea as he thinks of who also stands not even a foot away; He clings to a small hand, squeezing it tightly. Poppy squeezes back.

“Sergeant Barnes.”

His world closes in on itself, his heart stopping its rapid pace in an instant.

“Bucky.” Poppy’s voice brings him back again. Her hands rest on either side of his cold cheeks, thumbs brushing at tears he didn’t know he’d spilt. He topples into her arms, pulling her up off her feet till he could feel the thump of her heart over his jacket. His name sounds over the crowd again but he is lost in the glossy sea of her eyes.

“I will come back.” He asserts, a warm promise against her full lips.

“I know.” She whispers, voice hoarse.

“I will.” He seals his words with his lip on hers, giving her love that his words could not portray. He would come back to her, he had to. He had no one else but her.

“Save a drink for me,” he forces a smile onto his face, cupping her cheek.

“Whiskey?” She laughs brokenly, using her free hand to swipe away her tears.

“Always.”

With a final squeeze, he lets go, sifting through the crowd of wide-eyed men. His foot sets onto the plank resting on the docks when he looks back — she’s there, putting on a brave face for him. He waves mouthing his love for her. She does the same before turning on her heel and leaving him.

The streets of New York blared with life, not unlike 70 years ago but the sounds had changed. Sirens wailed a few blocks away, plane engines whirred above the looming skyscrapers. All of it both comforted and overwhelmed Bucky.

He brushes past a mob of tourists taking photos of the iconic yellow taxis, his eyes flicker back down to his phone. The address Tony had sent him wasn’t too far now, a sharp left and a jog across the busy road, eyes peeled for cops trying to stop his jaywalking, and he was at a cute building.

The outside stood out, sage walls and frames bold against the bland shops surrounding it. A worn welcome mat rested beneath his feet, a remanence of little flowers on a hill in the corners. The door squeaked lightly on its hinges as he entered, and above him, a bell tinged alerting the minimal patrons of a new customer - not that they cared, their noses in books.

They were all elderly, or rather, his age. A man with thin grey hair and a hunched form tucked himself away into the farthest booth from the windows, a coffee steaming on the table and his weathered copy of ‘Jane Eyre’ clutched between bending fingers. Peculiar read for a man of his age but who was Bucky to judge when he’d also found himself enamoured by the text.

Two elderly ladies sit nearby too, crumbs of a sweet dessert on their plate and gossiping amongst themselves. He makes his way up to the counter, gazing freely at the freshly baked muffins and cookies. His mouth waters at the scent coming from the kitchen, mind fluttering back to the times he’d find himself baking goods with Poppy; flour in his hair and melted chocolate over his cheeks and around his lips.

Why was he thinking of her now? It had been a long time since Poppy had entered his mind. Before he has the time to wallow in the old fuzzy memories a voice calls out.

“Stark!” You bum the back door open, pale green boxes piled so high it was impossible to see making you rely on muscle memory only. The boxes hit the counter with a dull thud and you let out s breath of relief, the last thing you wanted to do was remake those cinnamon buns.

“You must be here for these.” You smile politely at the man in front of you but he stands rigid. You aren’t the best at reading people but you can tell he’s alarmed; brows arched high and eyes wide, his chest heaves with pants as though he’s run a marathon but he isn’t sweating. In fact, his skin is pale, ghost-like against the black leather coat he wears.

Whatever comes to Bucky’s mind as a response doesn’t make it out of his mouth. He’s shocked, feet bolted to the floor.

Poppy. His mind screams. The girl in front of him was Poppy. His eyes roamed over your face, from the twinkle in your eyes to the slope of your nose, the cut of your lips - you looked just like her, even down to the way you smiled. His fingers itched by his sides, nerve endings begging to reach out and caress your cheek like he’d wanted ever since becoming Bucky again.

For a long time after his therapy at Wakanda, everything in his body longed for the love of his life. He knew it was impossible, she was surely dead by now. Yet she—you stood there, staring at him with an awkward tug to your lips. Shit! He’d been staring too long.

“H-hello?” You begin to question yourself under his piercing eyes. Was he here for the order? Was he even here? Come to think of it were you even here? You did have that close shave with the car earlier on…

The man before you clears his throat, shock schooled from his face impressively - he now looks bored rather than terrified. “This is all his?”

“Yep,” you shake your head, smiling so wide your cheeks burn.

“Ok, good…well thank you.” He offers you an awkward smile of his own, his arms reaching out to pick up the boxes with ease. He turns without a word, using his fingers to open the door just enough to kick it open with his foot.

You watch him through the windows as he darts off in a blur of black. When your mind finally clears you still, cursing under your breath. He never paid.

[mooooonnnzz]

here me out, miguel w a daughter who adores mayday

Babysitting Mayday! // Miguel O’Hara x Daughter!Reader X Mayday Platonic

✮ fem reader!

✮ teen reader WOOO

✮ reader is hesitant on looking after mayday at first but warms up

✮ i think thats all??

✮ SEND MORE IDEAS FOR DAD MIGUEL!!

✮ i got a lil carried away w the req 😭

You scrolled through your phone absentmindedly, too caught up in the thoughts running wild in your head to realize the front door was open. You also failed to hear the loud clamor of Peter eagerly dashing down the hallway. What brought you out of your head was Peter’s frantic calls of your name. He waved his hand at you, smiling widely. Mayday, who was on the baby carrier that was wrapped around his chest, babbled cheerfully, clearly mocking her father’s giddy attitude.

“Peter, what are you doing here?” You turned off your phone and tossed it aside.

“I’m here to lend Mayday over to you!” The smile on his face grew impossibly larger. Mayday threw her cubby fists up in the air, kicking her feet back and forth as she let out a gurgled “Yeah!”

“Wait, what?”

Peter put his hands under Mayday’s armpits and lifted her up. “Yeah! Miguel told me that you’d love to take care of Mayday.” He placed Mayday on the couch, chuckling softly at her when she flopped forward onto the couch. She pushed herself up and shook her head, her rumpled ginger hair swayed along the action.

Peter set his hands on his waist and turned his attention over to you, his smile dropping at your aghast expression. “Did he tell you?”

“No! He didn’t tell me.” Your eyes trailed off to Miguel’s bedroom where he was peacefully sleeping, unaware of the situation that was unfolding in the living room.

“Oh…” Peter frowned, unclasping the baby carrier around his chest. “I’m sorry to dump her on you, kiddo.” Peter’s genuine empathy did lessen the annoyance of the whole thing. He looked truly upset for you. “I wish I could take her back but I already promised to take MJ out on a date.”

The mention of his date made you notice the crumpled black suit Peter was wearing. His suit was crinkled and untucked, and the white button up was pooling out of his jeans. His tie was loose and sweat stains were seen on his shirt. His hair which looked like it was styled properly before he came rushing over here became messy and unkempt. Peter toyed with the cuffs of his suit, flashing a charming smile at you. “How do I look?”

“Oh, uhm—!”

The loud trill of Peter’s phone saved you from the inevitable truth. He jumped at the sudden noise and fished his phone out of his back pocket, walking away from the living room and into the hallway to privately talk to who you assume is MJ.

You look over to Mayday and weakly smiled at her. “I’m stuck with you now, huh?” As if she understood you, she clapped her hands together, smiling back at you.

Peter comes back, placing a large bag filled with Mayday’s necessities and what not. He quickly informs you of Mayday’s schedule, what to feed her, when to change her, and other things you dreaded doing. He finished his rambling with a loving kiss on Mayday’s forehead and chaste goodbye with you.

The front door closed and you were officially alone with Mayday for the time being. You awkwardly looked over to Mayday, a small snort leaving your lips as she rolled back and forth on the couch. Though, your laugh was cut short when Mayday rolled too close to the edge. You let out a gasp as you reach out for her and catch her in your arms with ease.

“Jesus, Mayday. You almost hurt yourself!” You tell her, knowing she couldn’t fully understand you. Mayday only giggled in response and began clambering out of your hold. This is going to be a long night.

The loud joyful shrills of a little baby sounded in the house, disrupting Miguel from his nap. With a groan, he got up from the bed and slipped on the unicorn slippers you gifted him for Father’s Day. He let out a yawn and he sleepily shuffled out into the living room.

“What’s with all the noise?” He grumbles out, bleary eyes blinking harshly under the bright light.

His question was answered with little Mayday darting past him, giddily squealing as you chased her. Miguel rose a curious brow, watching you scoop Mayday into your arms. “I caught you!”

“Why is Mayday here?” He squinted at Mayday, letting out his signature sigh. He treaded his way into the kitchen to make himself his coffee.

Mayday crawled out of your arms and wrapped her legs around your neck, resting her little body on your head. You placed your hands on her tiny knees to root her in place as you walked over to Miguel.

“Apparently, you told Peter that I’d babysit her today.” You looked at him with such an accusing look that Miguel had to roll his eyes. “Oh, I did?” He put a pink princess cup under the coffee maker and watched with tired eyes how the cup filled up with his bitter coffee. He was using the coffee cup you gave him when you were little. Removing the cup out of the coffee maker, he took a quick sip before smirking at you.

“I don’t remember saying that.” His voice was a mix of amusement and sarcasm. To mask the growing shit-eating grin on his face, he brought the cup back to his lips and started drinking from it.

You gasp dramatically. “Yes, you do! You did this on purpose.”

“Don’t act like taking care of Mayday is so hard,” Miguel said, ruffling Mayday’s hair with his hand. “Isn’t that right, mamita? She’s just being dramatic, isn’t she?” Miguel spoke to Mayday in his baby voice. She babbled in response.

Miguel plopped down on the couch, sipping his coffee as he grabbed the remote. “I didn’t want to babysit her for another time so I told him that you’d babysit her,” Miguel says, surfing through the channels to find anything that piqued his interest.

Your eyes widen in realization. “Is that why you took a nap in the afternoon? So he wouldn’t see you?”Mayday’s hands gripped onto your hair, pulling and playing with it. “Ay! Mayday.” You grabbed her sides and removed her from your shoulders. Your fingers grazed her stomach, and squeals of laughter left her as you tickled her. Her hands let go of your hair in the process.

“Yeah,” He takes another sip of his coffee. “I told him I was busy with work.” A light chuckle escapes Miguel. “I don’t know why he believed me. I’m off on Saturdays.”

With Mayday in your hands, you decided to drop her on him for revenge. You dropped Mayday on his chest, her body tumbling down his chest and onto his thighs. “Careful with my coffee!” Miguel scolded, jerking the hand that held the coffee cup away from the destructive toddler.

“My bad.” You laugh, laying down on the sofa. Mayday notices you laying down and waddles her way over to you, flopping herself onto your stomach. You run your fingers through her hair, soothing Mayday to sleep.

“She’s so cute.” You whisper, smiling at Mayday who’s curled up into a ball on your stomach. “She reminds me of you when you were younger,” Miguel says softly, his heart warming at the sight of you and Mayday.

Your mouth drops open in shock. “I was not this crazy as a baby.” You couldn’t remember the last time you were able to sit down in peace ever since Mayday arrived. There was no way you were as energetic as her.

“Oh, you don’t remember, but I do.” He shakes his head in amusement. “You pooped and peed everywhere—“

“—Okay, okay! I don’t see the reason why you needed to mention me crapping and pissing everywhere.”

Miguel fights back a laugh as he shrugs. “But it’s true.” You scoff playfully, your eyes moving to the TV screen to watch whatever Miguel put on.

A comfortable silent blankets the three of you. As your eyelids begin to droop, your hand cards through Mayday’s hair one last time before you knock out. The stress of today finally catching up on you. Though, you couldn’t complain. Mayday was fun to have around. Maybe babysitting Mayday wasn’t so bad.

[topguncortez]

Bikinis and Tattoos - J. Seresin

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Shy!Wife word count: 800 warnings: smutttyyy and slutttyyy. Mentions of sex, Jake can't keep his hands to himself. Suggestive language. A/N: A lil celebratory blurb for hitting 2k with the characters who got me here:) || Masterlist || Opposites Attract Masterlist || library page ||

It wasn’t very often that Jake and Y/N had a moment by themselves, let alone a whole week kid free. But it was their 10th wedding anniversary and her parents had bought them two non-refundable tickets to the Amalfi Coast. Y/N almost declined and pushed her parents to go, or even Rooster and Dragon, but Jake told her there was no way in hell they were going to miss out on a free trip. So now they were laying out in the sun, catching some much needed R&R. 

Jake leaned against the side of the pool, feeling the sun on his shoulders. The villa they had booked had a private pool, and Jake was loving every minute of it. Their first night here resulted in a midnight dip in the pool, followed by passionate sex against the side of it. 

“Here,” Y/N said, setting a new drink down in front of him, “Looked like you needed a refill.” 

Jake looked up at his wife and smiled, “Thank you, sweets.” 

She nodded and walked over to one of the sun loungers, spreading out her towel. Jake couldn’t help but look over her body, the red bikini she wore left little to the imagination. Her body had changed over the years from having three kids, but she was still breathtaking. Her skin was perfectly sunkissed, and the suntan oil on her skin made her glisten just a bit. Jake had memorized every single curve, line, blemish on her body from the years they have spent together. He knew where to kiss, where to suck, where to touch her to make her go crazy. He liked his lips as he leaned up a bit more, as she bent in front of him, her ass on display. He reached up to smack her ass cheek but faltered, seeing the faintest black cursive ink on her skin. 

Jake squinted his eyes, trying to make out with the words on her skin said, and smirked when he realized what it said. 

“Sweets,” Jake said, as she sat down on the towel covered sun lounger, “When did you get a tattoo?” 

“Oh!” She blushed and lifted her right hip slightly, “It was uh. . . dare.” 

“A dare?” Jake’s bright teeth were on display as he smirked.

“At girls night, a couple months ago. Phoenix, Val, Dragon and Halo dared me to get a tattoo so I got-” 

“My callsign on your ass?” 

“Yeah,” Her ears were burning as she tried to look anywhere but at Jake’s electric green eyes. 

Jake bit his lip as he placed his palms flat on the concrete before pushing himself out of the pool. Y/N looked over the top of her sunglasses as he walked over to her, swinging his hips just slightly. She bit her lip as he leaned down, resting his hands on the armrests of the sun lounger. He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers, running a hand down her side to her right hip. She gasped as he roughly flipped her over onto her front. 

“Why would you look at that,” Jake smirked, and ran a delicate finger over the tiny cursive writing on her ass cheek, “Hangman.” 

“Do you like it?” She looked over her shoulder and Jake looked up at her, his green eyes blown wide with lust. He shamelessly adjusted himself in his swim trunks, keeping eye contact with her as he bent down and placed a kiss on the tattoo. She moaned at the feeling of his warm lips on her skin, her back arching slightly. 

“I love it sweetheart,” Jake said, “Cause it means that you’re mine. All mine.” 

“All yours. . . daddy,” She bit her lip and Jake let out a groan. She couldn’t even process what was happening as Jake quickly picked up her body and slung her over his shoulder. Y/N let out a squeal, followed by a series of giggles as she reached down and smacked Jake’s ass. 

“Hey!” Jake exclaimed, and delivered a smack back to her’s. 

“Oi!” Y/N giggled as Jake tossed her down on the California king bed. Her body bounced slightly off the mattress, making her tits move. Jake wasn’t sure when she bought this swimsuit, or where she had been hiding it, but it had quickly become one of his favorites. 

“God look at you,” He said, feeling himself strain against his boxers. She bit her lip and ran her hands down her body, squeezing her tits slightly and running her hands lower. Jake had loved how confident she had grown over the years. It turned him on like none other. 

“Touch me, please. . . Hangman.” 

“Don’t gotta tell me twice,” Jake groaned and leaned down to place a bruising kiss on her lips. 

And nine months later. . . Jasper and Maxwell Seresin were born.

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

Cockwarming spencer while he reads or works🤭🤭 your sat on his lap facing him, and your whining for him to just fuck you already but he says that “you have to be patient” and “he’s almost done” but he just wants to see you try not to squirm🤭😵‍💫-🍓

asdhas;asdjh I cannot

ty for the Spencer ask🫶🏻my first foray into the Spence/CM fanfic worldddd I hope I did it justice for you heh

nsfw under the cut; YALL THIS WENT OFF THE FUCKING RAILS I'M SORRY wow how I missed writing smut this week (1.6k words)

spencer reid x fem!reader (cockwarming (obvs), handjob/oral (m-receiving), denial, dirty talk (a lil degredation), tossed in both a good girl and a few dirty lil sluts)

You've been in this position for almost 15 minutes now. Forehead on Spencer's shoulder, wet cunt wrapped around his dick while he sits in his desk chair reading up on a case.

You did it to yourself though, coming into his office at home and riling him up. Crawling under his desk and looking up at him, sitting oh so pretty on your knees. He looked down at you briefly before going straight back to work, unbothered by you're precarious position.

"I'm working baby," he said. He looked away before he could see the pout grace your lips but you decided to take things into your own hands.

You ran your hands from his knees up to his crotch and traced them over his cock. Spencer didn't react but you felt his dick twitch and decided to keep going. You unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and drew down the zipper. Knowing what you were doing, his lips turned up in a smirk and he lifted his hips off the chair enough for you to pull down his slacks.

You left them on him, letting them pool at his ankles as you leaned forward to kiss the tip of his cock through his boxers. You looked at him as you did so, noticing the hitch in his breath and the faint hiss pass his lips. But he didn't look at you, not even a quick flit of his eyes.

So you kept going. Hands shifting into his boxers to pull his cock out, you felt his legs tense on either side of you once your hands touched his semi-hard member. Looking up at him again, you kiss the tip, no barrier keeping your soft lips from the sensitive skin there, and watch as he closes his eyes and lets his head fall back for just a moment before going back to the files in his hands.

So you try harder to get his attention to turn from work. You lick and suck at the tip, your hands squeezing and stroking until he was fully hard in your palms. Then you pull out all the stops, taking his entirety into your warm wet mouth and sucking. You watch his face as you bob your head up and down on his cock before burying your nose into the curls at its base and hollowing your cheeks around him. He groans and one hand finds your hair and pulls you off of him.

"You're being so bad right now," he hisses, hand in your hair tightening. You lick the drool from your lips and pout at him. "Such a needy girl tonight, huh? Want my cock so bad you'll take it out and suck me off under my desk while I work like a little slut?"

"Please, Spence," you moan. " 'need you so bad."

"Fine," he spits, with a smile though. You know he enjoys this as much as you do. "But I have to work, so you're just gonna sit on my lap until I'm done ok?"

You nod eagerly and Spencer drops the file onto his desk and pushes back from the it enough for you to move and stand up in front of him.

"You're dressed so pretty today," he says as he pulls you towards him by the back of your thighs. His hands move up to the waistband of your panties and pulls them down. You step out of them and he runs his hands back up your legs and cups your cunt. You jolt and moan at his touch as he runs two fingers through your folds. "So wet. 'd you get that wet from sucking me off hmm?"

"Mhmm," you moan as he dips two fingers into your sopping cunt. He thrusts his fingers a few times before bringing wet fingers forward to your clit and circling it.

Your mouth drops open in a silent plea and you sway towards him slightly, using his shoulders to steady yourself. He pulls his hand from under the skirt of your dress and offers it to you in an unspoken command. You do as he expects and takes his fingers into your mouth, sucking them as you did his cock and licking them clean of yourself.

"Good girl."

His arms move to rest on the armrests of his desk chair and he looks at you expectantly. Using your hands where they already sit atop his shoulders, you move to straddle him. Your wet cunt runs up and down the base of him as you settle into his lap and you moan at the contact. Spencer looks unfazed though, waiting and huffing as if he's impatient with you.

You hang your head, silently grip his cock and shift up just a bit more so you can sink down onto him. You moan as your hips meet his again and the tip of his cock hits that spongy part of you that has you gasping and grasping at his shirt.

You start to shift, ready to ride him but his hands still your hips as you begin to lift up. He looks at you sternly, "no."

Opening your mouth to question, he cuts you off.

"You have to wait until I'm done."

So here you are, minutes moving slow as you sit still on his cock. You can feel every inch of him as he works. As he ignores you and your wet pussy dripping arousal onto the base of him.

You've been relatively quiet, until he shifts his hips or leans down and changes the angle of how his mushroom tip hits that deep spot in you. Now, your head is buried in his neck, arms wrapped around him as he leans forward to read something on a different paper than the one he's holding.

Your cunt clenches around him and he can feel each pulse of your pussy as your patience runs thin. You can't see, but he's smirking and waiting for you to beg.

"Spence," you whine, your hips shifting slightly on him. "Please."

"You have to be patient. I'm almost done."

But then another 10 minutes go by, and now he's leaning back in the chair. His action to move into that position making his cock drag out of you just slightly before he pulled you to him and your hips settled again. It released a moan from your throat and you caught the edge of his smirk before you leaned your head on his shoulder again.

"Please," you whisper into his neck. "Please fuck me."

"What was that?" he asks laced with a smile. He places his paper onto the desk and runs a hand up your spine. "Speak up, I can't hear you when you mumble."

"Please," you beg louder. "Please, Spence, please fuck me already, need you so bad."

"Awe," he patronizes. "So cock hungry you can't wait anymore?"

You nuzzle into his neck and place a soft kiss there as penance.

"Think that means you get to ride me huh? Think an impatient little slut like you deserves that?"

He grips your hips and pulls you off of him, you gasp and whine at the loss of him. As he stands he turns you around and pushes you down onto his desk. One hand holds your cheek squished on top of a manilla envelope on his desk while the other lifts the skirt of your dress and smacks your ass, hard. You cried out as his hand met your skin hard enough to leave a mark.

He bends over you, his cock, still wet from your arousal, rubs against your ass as he leans down to whisper in your ear, "needy sluts get fucked like they should."

And then he's lining himself up with your entrance and pushing all the way in. You're gasping stutters with every hard pound of his hips against yours.

Your, "oh-oh-ah-yeah-fuck-me-harder-yes-please-yes-oh" coming out in short bursts with every deep piston of his cock into your wet cunt. The sound of your begging, the slap of skin against skin and the creak of his desk as he fucks you is all you can hear.

The hand that was on your neck holding you to his desk, makes its way up through your hair to grip and pull while his other hand holds tight enough to your hip to leave a bruise.

"Such-a-fucking-impatient-slut," Spencer says with every thrust into your pussy. "Trying-to-distract-me-trying-to-get-me-to-fuck-you-sweetly."

"Yes-Spencer-fuck-'m-so-close."

"Yeah? Ready to cum on my cock huh? Ready to finish what you started huh?"

"Mmm," you moan as his thrusts become harder and faster, his tip continually hitting that perfect spot inside you.

"Cum then, cum like the little cock slut you are."

And you do. The coil in your stomach tightens and you cum with a scream of his name.

But he doesn't stop. He keeps pistoning into you with a fervor, pace not slowing even though you beg him to.

"Spence-" you whine from overstimulation as tears start staining the folder under your cheek.

"Take it like a good girl. Take my cock like I know you can."

He smacks your ass again and you jolt up on the desk, papers and pencils starting to teeter on the edge with every heavy push of his hips against yours.

"Ah, fuck!" you scream as your second orgasm crashes over you without warning. Your pussy is spasming around his cock from the strength of this orgasm and you're mouth is open in a silent moan as he fucks into you.

"Gripping me so tight, fuck, yes, 'm cumming," Spence says, his hips stuttering and stalling as his release coats your walls. He groans and the hand that was in your hair slowly traces down your spine and pushes on your lower back as he pulls out of you.

He falls back into his chair with a huff and watches your mixed juices trickle down your leg with a smirk on his lips.

[daimyosprincess]

miss ma'am @rexxdjarin inflicted beach!AU Boba thots on me and now it's EVERYBODY'S problem 😈

Explicit content, 18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Quick notes: f!reader is younger than Boba and Boba has the tattoos in the pic above because tatted!Boba makes me i n s a n e 😩🥵

You're walking down the beach with your favorite cousin, lugging a cooler in between the two of you with a sneaky grin plastered across your face

When Boba catches your eye and starts toward you, you wink at him and whisper something to your cousin which makes the two of you erupt into giggles

With a dark brow cocked, he flicks his eyes between you. "I'd offer to help you girls with that but I think it's the only thing keeping the two of you from whatever scheme you're planning."

Your cousin informs him it's too late to escape your clutches and you complain that your arms are just so so tired, and he scoops the cooler onto his shoulder like it weighs nothing, rolling his eyes like he wasn't planning to carry it all along

You just know he's flexing the thick muscles in his arms just a little bit extra for your benefit and you make a show of praising what a big, strong man he his all the way to where the rest of your family is camped out on the beach

When everything is settled in, you make sure Boba is watching as you untie the knot holding up your swim wrap, letting it fall into the sand at your feet. As many times as he's seen you naked, Boba has never seen you in a swim suit, and this one is your favorite because it hugs you in all the right places, making you feel nothing short of a beach goddess

Based on the way his eyes nearly pop out of his head, you'd say he thinks you look the part too

"Kark, mesh'la, you're making me feel like a goddamn teenager all over again in that," he whispers gruffly in your ear when he wraps an arm around your hip for a group photo

"Aw, you gonna come in your pants, too?" you snark back after the photo, wriggling out of his grasp before he can do anything about your sass and running towards the ocean waves with peel of laughter

When you peek over your shoulder, Boba is giving you a look that means you'll definitely be paying for that comment later and flash of heat shoots down your spine

Boba is soon covered in a small gaggle of your younger cousins who adore him--much to his confusion--who want big, strong uncle Boba to pick them up and toss them into the water over and over again

You float in the shallows with your cousin and her girlfriend, talking and laughing as you catch up on each other's lives, watching Boba get climbed on like a piece of playground equipment by the little ones

The way his bronze skin positively gleams in the sun, his tattoos rippling with his muscles, (and if you're honest, the way he's good with the kids, even if he's a lil gruff around the edges) has your mind wandering and heat pooling in your belly

When your little group heads back to shore for some drinks and snacks, you take mercy on Boba and extricate him from the numerous little hands clinging to his arms and legs

You mercy, however, is short-lived. After arching your back and toweling off nice and slow in front of him, you slink over to your bag and pull out your sunscreen

Batting your lashes at your handsome boyfriend, you start rubbing in your sunscreen a little more suggestively than necessary before asking him to get your back for you with a flirty smile

He obliges, and when he's done, he grabs the back of your neck in a firm grasp and whispers in your ear with that sinful, graveled tone of his. "Have all the fun you want now, little princess, because I second I get my hands on you I'm not stopping no matter how much you beg and cry."

Craning your neck back to look at him over your shoulder, you give him a wicked grin. "Mmm, I just hope that's a promise." You place a quick kiss on his jaw flounce away, smug as ever

This time, he joins you in the waves, the kids having pounced on another uncle. You relax for bit, enjoying his company and the salty air

Eventually, however, the heat simmering inside you begins to bubble up again at the sight of his perfect smile, sun-kissed features, and dripping wet body. All those beads of saltwater running over his broad chest make you want to lick each and every one up with a slow tongue

You link your arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He's so warm perfect you could melt right into him

The opportunity to grind your hips against his proves too tempting but he locks his large hands on your hips to press you still before you can get too out of hand. "Just can't help yourself can you, sweetheart?"

"At least I'm not the one getting a hard on in front of my whole family," you retort with a smirk. Boba pinches your ass under the water and you squeal, slipping out of his arms and wade your way back to the sand as Boba chases behind you

You're pushing your luck and you know it

You duck behind where a group of your aunties are drinking and chatting so he's waylaid by them wanting to talk while he's conveniently dripping wet and glistening

As nonchalantly as possible, you open one of the coolers and unwrap a popsicle and pop it in your mouth

Being behind the women he's talking to, only Boba can see the way you start to slide the icy dessert in and out of your lips, letting the juice drip down your chin and neck. Only he can see how you hollow your cheeks and roll your eyes back as you suck on the popsicle with wanton delight

When you pop the treat from your lips and circle your tongue around it's tip, you see the way he snaps: his brown eyes darken and his jaw clenches, the muscle in his neck jumping

He smiles down at your enamored aunts and excuses himself. "I'm sorry ladies, my lovely girlfriend just let me know we need more ice."

He flashes a predator's grin and catches you by your bicep when you slip in the sand trying to get away again. "Oh no you don't, little brat," he hisses in your ear, "I told you what was going to happen if you kept acting up and you didn't listen. It's time to pay up, sweetheart."

You half-heartedly struggle in his tight grip as he pulls you along to his truck, your insides knotting in arousal-fueled anticipation. He yanks open the passenger side door and pushes you in the seat

Shoving a hand underneath your swimsuit, you both groan when his rough fingers slide through your slick folds. "Fuck, princess, you really are dirty. Getting this wet from being a karking brat, you really want me to bend you over and fuck you til you're sorry, don't you?"

Y'all I am truly incapable of shutting up so tell me if you want a part 2 because I had to cut myself off somewhere or I would never stop 🥴🫠😮‍💨 also this might have been inspired by professor Boba from Ex Libris because when @acatalystrising said we need some Boba near water it never left my mind

UPDATE: Read Part 2 here!

Taglist & additional Boba lovers 💖

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Third Love

Ch: 7 El Catrin

Pairing: Eddie x Mexican Female Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Chapter Summary: After your perfect date with Eddie gets tarnished by his friends' hurtful words. Things take an odd turn when a stranger sends you to the hospital only to end up a friend of a friend. What happens when you're both left alone and an unchained melody plays in the background.

CW: MDNI 18+ Nightmares, mental illness, mentions of death of a parent, SMUT, Modern au Eddie, fuckboy Eddie, Locker room guy talk, Reader with another man (not cheating). I gave you a cute lil nickname cuz you're a 🍑

"You can call me Peach."

"Peach." He says, already liking the way your name rolls off his tongue. "Oh, um I was wondering if you knew where this building was? Was looking for it when I …accidently hit you."

You take a look at the address, brows furrowed as you glance back at him. "Are you visiting someone?" You question. "Yeah, yeah. My friend Max said it was ok to crash at her apartment for a few days while I get my stuff together."

Eyebrows raised in surprise, "Did she now," this was all news to you. Where was he going to sleep? When was she going to tell you? Sure, you weren't really home that often, but a little heads up would be nice.

"I guess you could help me upstairs, since you'll be staying over."

Steve grins from ear to ear, already holding your purse and his duffle bag, hand on the small of your back guiding you slowly up the steps. When you reach your apartment Max is nowhere to be found.

Glad to finally be home after a long day, you strip out of your clothes and into comfy pajamas. Steve takes a seat on the couch, eyes glancing every direction admiring the decor that's a perfect combo of you and Max. "You can make yourself at home, showers just down the hall, I'm sure you're tired so um couch or, Max's room is just across from mine." You give him a tight lipped smile, setting down a glass of water for him. "Welcome to anything in the fridge."

"Thanks, you should get some rest. Dr's orders and all."

"Mmhmm," you agree, leaving Steve in the living room as you walk hop towards your bedroom, wincing in pain at every step. Once in your room, you make yourself comfy with many pillows propped behind your head and under your ankle. Cold ice pack along the bridge of your nose. You couldn't believe the day you had, exhaustion from the rollercoaster of emotions and pain medication slowly working you into slumber.

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911 What's your emergency?

"She's dead."

Who's dead?

"My mom."

Who killed her?

"I did."

"I did."

"I did."

"No…….No….Mom…….wake up!!" You mumble, tears flooding your waterline as you relive the night your mother died. Sweat pools the collar of your shirt as you toss and turn in bed, sheets twisted around your legs from kicking and jerking against your mattress. Heavy sobs wreck your body causing you to flinch and twitch, each jostle further injuring your bandaged ankle and wrapped knees. Loud shrieks echo in your room as you scream out "It's not true, It's not true!"

Forceful pounding at your door shocks you awake, splotches of crimson stain your once white sheets, dried blood crusted around your nostrils. Your eyes attempt to focus in the dark. Heart beating out of your chest you scramble off your bed to the floor, knees to your chest, rocking back and forth, tears freely streaming down your face.

Body buzzing from intense pain and fear you flinch at the sudden touch to your knee. Acting on instinct you push the person in front of you, causing them to fall back from their kneeling position. As you stand to dart from their grasp, you cry out in pain when your injured foot stubs the corner of your bed.

Muscled arms wrap around your waist pulling you into them. Cradled in their arms the soothing words "hey hey Peach you're ok, It's just a nightmare, you're safe," repeat in your ears, voice quiet and smooth. Soft hands run up and down your back, calming your trembling form. Mindlessly your fingers brush their hair at the nape of their neck, the constant action soothing you, but causing goosebumps along their arms and they shudder at the sensation. You buried your face into his shoulder, the scent of vanilla invading your senses.

Steve.

It's different from the smoke and leather you wish it was. Your curious hand strokes at the thatch of hair on his chest, you feel a swift intake of breath as your palm sits between his pecs. His nose nudges at the slope of your neck, lips skimming the delicate skin, the feel of a faint peck just below your ear heats your body.

Your consciousness slips in and out, a solid weight grounding your nightmares. Steve's arms are wrapped around you, still sitting curled up on his lap. You know he's uncomfortable but doesn't make an effort to move. His breath fans across your face, light snores telling you he's fallen asleep. Your tears have dried, your heart no longer racing. The pain in your ankle now intensified from kicking and hitting it against the bed.

You shift to get off the floor and climb back in your soft bed, groaning as you attempt to stand. "Easy, I gotcha." Steve says, voice groggy with sleep. He stands with a wince as he stretches out his limbs before he helps you to the bed. Fluffing your pillows for optimal comfort. He places another pillow under your ankle to elevate the limb, and grabs his sheet from the living room to drape over you.

"Steve, I'm sorry you had to see that." You sniffle, chest tight with sadness and fear. You didn't want anyone to witness those bad nightmares, especially someone you just met. Everything from the hurt that Eddie caused, to the name calling from his bandmates, to unintentionally hurting Sebastian who's nothing more than understanding with you. To the bag colliding with your face. It was all too much for one day.

All you wanted was rest from the awful day you had but of course instead of warmth and sunshine you received clouds and rain. "It's alright, just get some rest." He was standing in the doorway, another comment on the tip of his tongue, but he decided against it. His hand held onto the door knob slowly closing the door behind him. "Hey Steve?" You questioned. He peeked back inside, "hmmm?"

"Could you…maybe lay with me? Until I fall asleep? Please." Your small voice broke him, how could he say no? After the screams he heard and the thrashing about in your bed. "Sure," he said, closing the door behind him. He slid under the covers, the heat of his body already calming you. He faced away from you, scared he crossed a line when he softly kissed your neck.

He did it to bring your focus to something tender instead of terrifying, it worked, to his surprise. He wouldn't try anything else, not unless you wanted of course. Sleep came easy for him, the scent of your pillow a welcomed contrast to the musk of his roommates from back home. It had been too long since he was in bed with a woman, a pretty one at that.

Unfortunately for you the night was still restless. It wasn't the nightmares this time but flashes of your beautiful mother. It was bitter sweet, seeing her in your dreams. Almost like she was just away on vacation, but that wasn't true. You saw it happen, her screams as she took the bullet.

The way she collapsed onto your arms and the bright red blood that seeped from the wound. Her wide and teary eyes as they searched for you, focusing in and out as more blood escaped her body. The shallowness of her breaths as her time came closer and closer. You'll never forget the look on her face when her light dimmed.

You woke up in Steve's arms, one arm wrapped around your back holding you to his chest, while the other lay on your bare thigh. His face mere inches from yours as you laid on top of him, chest to chest, you must have snuggled up to him during the night. Your eyes widened at the closeness, quietly you attempted to roll off him but in his groggy haze he just nuzzled into you more. The hand that was on your thigh traveled up the curve of your behind to rest on your back, giving you a tight squeeze.

You cleared your throat and that's when Steve's eyes shot wide open. Pulling his arms away from you to land flush against the bed. You felt him tense under you, back stiff and prone to the bed. You rolled off of him, pretending you didn't feel him half hard under you.

A swift knock at your bedroom door made you both turn to see who it was, when a pair of bright blue eyes came through from behind the door. Max quickly noticed a man in your bed and closed the door muttering a nervous "sorry, sorry," before she barged in again.

"Steve?" She gaped, pupils wide at seeing her friend in bed with her other friend. "It's not what you think." You exclaimed, almost launching yourself off the bed to explain yourself. Steve stopped you, his arm gripping your elbow. "I'll talk to her," he muttered, not wanting you to further injure yourself.

You nodded, concern written all over your face at what Max would think if you had slept with Steve. She knew all too well the nightmares you had so when Steve told her everything that had happened, she was more than understanding and even apologized for not being home when she said she was.

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That morning Eddie showed up to Twisted Records, a large bouquet of flowers sent to the front desk addressed to you. He was hoping he could catch you at work and explain himself. He had called you multiple times, but each call was left unanswered, going straight to voicemail. He was soon getting tired of hearing the same message over and over. Even his text messages were being delivered but none had been read. To say he was starting to get worried was an understatement, had you blocked him? At that moment Eddie's phone buzzed, excitement rushed through him as he frantically checked the message.

Big Boy Steve: Just woke up in bed next to the prettiest girl I've ever seen.

Eddie just shook his head, wondering how his friend was already hooking up on his first day in California.

Eddie: Tell me all about it later. Busy.

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Once your lunch time rolled around and you still hadn't shown up, Eddie decided to drive to your dads house. He wasn't sure if your security would buzz him in this time, but it was a gamble he was willing to take.

His shaky finger pressed the intercom, static followed by a gruff "how can I help you?"

"Hi, uh. Is Peach home? She told me to meet her here last night. I don't know if you remember me but I picked her up the other day." He lies, nervously hoping the guard lets him in and that you're home.

"Name?" The guard asks.

Shit.

"Eddie. Eddie Munson."

"I see. Peach is not on the property at this time." He clarifies.

Defeated Eddie drives back home. The longer he waits to see you or talk to you the further he feels from you. The last place he thinks you'll be is your apartment but he knows if he shows up you'd start to ask questions. He didn't want to give up, despite what he had said previously, the second he saw you, he knew you were the one. He had been with enough girls, talked to enough girls to know that you were meant to be together. So he'd try again tomorrow and the next day and the next until he saw you again.

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You hadn't showed up to the office the following day either, the pain medication was so strong that it had you sleeping and drowsy almost all day. Steve was true to his word offering to drive you wherever you needed. First stop was at Austin's house. When you arrived his manager informed you that the crew was already en route to set up the cameras and equipment for the live stream that was to take place the next day.

"Whoa, what the fuck happend to you?" Austin questioned, alarmed at the state you were in. He was well aware of the abusive ways men can be, having been in the rap industry for a while. He's seen his fair share; but he never expected it from you.

"Was just an accident, got hit with a duffle bag." You groaned, hoping to inspect the area that would be visible to the stream. "Shit, must have been a bag full of books." He chuckled, trailing behind you, a cigarette between his fingers to calm his nerves.

Austin was a fairly popular rapper but needed to appeal to a bigger audience and get on the label's good graces again. He had never played rock before and he knew Nirvana fans were loyal to the band and the memory of Kurt, so to say he was on edge was an understatement.

"Looks good Austin, not bad for an idiot." You laughed, playfully smacking him in the gut. He had been your friend for his whole career so little jabs and insults didn't rile him up, had you been someone else though a different story. "Oh, before I forget. This is work Austin, not a damn party so no extra guests."

Austin scoffs, a small smirk gracing his lips. "Whatever you say boss." He turns away from you, walking to the other areas that will be on the live stream. You knew that tone, he was going to do whatever he pleased. He was the talent afterall. "Ugh fine, party after the stream though. I'm serious." Austin just grinned, the wheels in his head already turning with mischief.

There were four areas that would be on camera. One on Austin, he would be in front of the bar which showcased the bottles of various alcohol that were also sponsored. The second camera would be on Travis, his drum kit would be coming in the morning. His set up would be in front of a mini bar with a photo of Nirvana in the background.

The bassist Brian was going to be in an all white room, a bass lined up behind him for a song change. The last area would be for the guitar player Eric, who confirmed he was available that same morning. His set up was in front of a pool table with all his guitars and amps off to the side. Once all four areas were prepped and set up, you left Austin's house and headed back home.

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Steve sat on the couch, Ghost played on the T.V. as you sat next to him. "I love this movie," you said. "It was my moms favorite," you found yourself smiling at the memory. She'd always enjoyed the film, a little romance mixed with suspense. "You want me to change it?" Steve suggested, not really sure if the memory was good or bad.

"No, I haven't seen it since–" And Steve understood, let you embrace whatever memory the movie had brought you. He saw joy in your eyes, perhaps a trip back to when times were better. "Here, get comfy." He tapped his thigh, urging you to elevate your ankle on his lap.

The scene of Molly and Sam at the pottery wheel had both of you longing for a similar connection. The sensual way his fingers laced with hers as he kissed at her neck had you clenching your thighs. Mindlessly, Steve began rubbing at your ankle, unable to tear his eyes away from the chemistry of the two actors. His touch was soft, slow circles at first, feeling the smooth skin under his fingertips that gradually went to your calf, then your knees.

Leading to your thighs, he kneaded at the meat, his touch growing feverish. You let out a cute giggle when Steve's hand gripped a little hard between your inner mid thigh. Throwing your head back in laughter you jerked your legs. "Tickles so much." you laughed, wiping at a stray tear that escaped your waterline. Steve smirked, wiggling his fingers at you before he lunged, careful to avoid your healing injuries.

Pinning you under him, his fingers began digging into your thighs, earning loud chuckles from you as you tried with all your strength to wiggle out from under him. You were able to lift your knee out to his side, settling him between your legs. "What's the password?" Steve joked, his wide smile looking down at you while his warm hands pinched your sides.

"Please," you breathed through a smile, bucking up into him trying to get his weight off you.

Steve's eyes widened at the sensual way you sounded and how natural he met your thrust, blood rushing straight to his lower half. He stops pinching and instead smooths his hand up and down the side of your waist, testing the waters. The hem of your top is already exposing your middle from the playful tickling. Hands feeling warm and hungry for attention, each touch growing more and more impatient.

"I really wanna kiss you," he whispers, hands inching higher up your waist.

"So kiss me." You flirt, coyly biting at your bottom lip.

Steve closes the distance, his chapped lips moving against your soft ones, kissing you till your lips turned puffy and red. His hips press into yours, feeling the warmth of your core through his flannel pants, the delicious friction making him moan into your mouth. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers digging into his broad shoulders, bringing him closer to your body.

Steve's hand cups over your breast from beneath your top, pinching and kneading at your peaked nipple. "Knew they'd be perfect." He speaks through a kiss, trailing down the curve of your jaw, nipping and kissing at the sensitive skin. "Can I fuck you?" He asks, eyes filled with lust as he stares at you, lips wet and pouty, hips eager and rolling into you waiting for permission.

"Yes," you nod.

Steve is quick to pull at your jean shorts, popping the button with haste. It's been a good six months since he had any form of intimacy so his fingers clumsily fumble for the zipper. Lifting your butt off the couch, he eagerly starts to pull the denim down your hips.

"Steve, Wait! I don't have any–"

"I can pull out. And I'm clean, promise." He replies, quickly continuing to pull your shorts down, having them slide down your legs.

"Ok. Yeah." The tone in your voice is one of uncertainty.

"So pretty." He breathes, running his hands over the smoothness of your bare legs. His fingers trail from your delicate ankle, up behind your calf to the plush of your outer thigh, curving behind to grab at your ass. He hooks his fingers at the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down the soft curve of your hips.

"Stop."

"Why?!"

Steve shakes his head at his response. Disappointed in his frustration, "I'm sorry, I don't need a reason. We can stop."

"I'm sorry there's just…. someone else."

You wince, not exactly sure if that was the right thing to say. It was the truth. Although the words 'slut' swam around in your head didn't mean you had to make them true.

"Boyfriend?"

You don't answer him. Eddie wasn't your boyfriend, neither was Sebastian. But adding another guy to your roster just felt wrong. Sure, Steve was attractive, golden boy type. The type that made mom and dad proud. But he wasn't your type.

In a rush of embarrassment you quickly grab your shorts and pull them back on. Thankfully nothing went further than kissing, light groping and grinding. Although braless, your top managed to stay on. Crossing your arms over your chest to shield yourself from him, "I'll take an uber tomorrow," you announce. You turn away from him and make steps towards your room. Once in your room you pop a few pain pills, hoping the meds can soothe the shame in your stomach.

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Steve sighs as he hangs his head low between his shoulders. He felt terrible for pushing you and now he made things awkward between you. Cursing under his breath he heads toward the shower, needing the release he so desperately wanted from you. Steve stroked his cock three times before he coated his stomach with his come. Almost happy he didn't get to be inside you and embarrass himself at how fast he would have came.

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Big Boy Steve: Hey, you up?

Eddie: Yeah man, what's up?

Big Boy Steve: Things got hot and heavy with the pretty girl. She felt so good I almost came in my pants like a teenager.

Eddie: lol fucken loser. Did you fuck her tho?

Big Boy Steve: Almost. We made out and then I was grabbin at her fucking tits but when I got her shorts off she said she didn't have a condom, so I said I'd pull out. But then she told me to stop. Such a tease.

Eddie: Damn that sucks. I'm gonna call you Blue Ball Steve now. Lmao.

Eddie: Anyway, I gotta go to bed. I have that Live stream tomorrow. Hope to see my girl again.

Big Boy Steve: Live Stream?

Eddie: Yea, got invited to hang out by Austin. My girl's best friend.

Big Boy Steve: Riiight. You never told me her name.

Eddie: Her name's Peach. Why?

Eddie: Steve?.....

A/N: I know some of you were waiting for the confontation between Eddie and Peach, and I promise It'll happen very very soon.

Taglist:@amira0303 @hideoutside @edsforehead @skank-sinatra13 @kissmejoey @ms1oftheboys @tlclick73 @lady-munson @luv-flor7777 @hereforshmut

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Toxic: this is from 🎃 anon who kindly asked about writing something for me. this is amazing and it starts after cucking stepdad with another Joel so read that first. so many references 😭 💗

Anonymous asked:

Halloween here! Here's my lil fic just for you. I had fun rereading both Joels' fics and tossing in some inside jokes and hopefully captured their mannerisms and speech (dialogue is hard for me). Thank youuuuu!:) (also ur the genius not me lol). SDJ=Stepdad Joel

Joelkemon Universe What If?

(what if you met up with Thighs after your latest cucking fun) BY HALLOWEEN ANON

1.5k, thighs out!Joel x f!reader, cuck!SDJ

After the three of you come off your high, SDJ shuffles into the pool’s bathroom/locker room to clean up. He doesn’t come out for a while, and you and Thighs Out swim around a little and you chat and flirt together. You find out he's staying at the resort for two weeks partly on vacation and partly for work. He's a sports agent for a very famous golfer who now in old age is more famous for their spokesperson work for the resort and makes surprise appearances in the course for golf fans.

You both agree to meet for dinner that evening at the nicest restaurant on the water. “If you need anything in the meantime, sugar,” he brushes his thumb against your lip and you sigh. He looks up past your shoulder and his eyebrows go up. “Just give me a call.” He kisses your hand and nods his head, calling over your shoulder “Take care buddy!” to SDJ who just came back from the locker room and has a permascowl across his face. He looks between the two of you and shakes his head. “For god’s sake”, he mutters under his breath and huffs off while you lay on one of the chairs, soaking up the sun with your book. 

You tell your mom and SDJ you have dinner plans with someone and your mom says something like “good for you girl!’ but SDJ's jaw drops and he blurts out a short "No!" and then covers his mouth. Your mom laughs and smacks him in the chest. "Oh c'mon hon she's an adult. Don't be such a square.” You hear them leave while you're in your room getting ready.  

You change into a snug, lacy swimsuit coverup that could pass for a dress. You put on a new, skimpier swimsuit underneath and some strappy, tall sandals. Thighs sends you the name of the restaurant and you send him a mirror selfie from the bathroom. “Damn, sugar 💦 Don’t keep Daddy waiting 🦪” You mentally agree to yourself to send him at least three nude selfie that night during dinner. 

At the restaurant Thighs treats you to drinks and the best meal you’ve had the whole vacation. He asks about SDJ’s deal and you tell him the abridged version of your history. 

“Yeah, he sounds like a-” 

“Jackass, I know” you sigh. 

“I was gonna to say a dumbass prude, but that works too." He leans back and takes a drag of his vape (🍃) and blows it out to sea. "No way I could stop myself if you were under my roof. Hell, no way I'd wanna.” He licks his lips. This stirs something in you and you feel your core pulse under your dampening bikini bottoms. He passes you the pen and you take a huge hit.

“So, do you want to fuck him? No judgement if you do.” He puts his hands up defensively. You hesitate and he laughs.

“Alright..do you want to fuck with him?" You decide he's onto something and you both start plotting.

You move to the bar of the restaurant after dinner and the sun has almost set. You send SDJ a snapchat pic of you holding your near empty margarita glass in front of the sunset. He opens it but immediately notices a glint of light on your chest: it's a very familiar looking gold chain. He immediately messages you to Take That Off and Who Took That Picture. You ignore him and ten minutes later he sends you a link to a stunning and extremely expensive Zeels diamond necklace and message that just says "please" and “im sry”. Maybe we're being too hard on him you tell Thighs. “You could be harder on me,” Thighs pouts jokingly. “You know I’d be happy to return the favor.” You smile and tell him to close his eyes. His eyebrows shoot up and he grins, eyes closed. “Okay, you can open them.” There’s something soft and hot pink sitting on the small bread plate he didn’t use from dinner. Thighs out drops his jaw, for once since you met him, he is speechless.

You text SDJ a thumbs up emoji and a selfie of yourself without the chain. You're leaning over, giving him a decent view of your tits that he came to not four hours earlier. 

SDJ tries to video chat you and you decline the call. He calls you and you pick up, "What is it now?". "Just missin' you s'all." SDJ slurs drunkenly. Your mom made friends with a bachelorette party so I'm in the room…alone…" He sounded more pitiful and sultry. "Look" you say, cringing at how pathetic he sounds. "The only way I'll even think about giving you another chance is that you prove to me you're sorry. For being such an overprotective, prudish, selfish, cheating asshole." 

There's a long pause. "So you don't want to fuck me?" he whimpers. 

"I didn't say that" you say bluntly. He hears a loud laugh and woo that's my girl on your end of the phone. “Just wait for my text, ok?” you say. “‘Kay baby. Love-”. You hang up.

You send SDJ one last picture, this time over text, you’re in your coverup looking out over the bar's balcony at the beach. He replies with a picture of his bulge nudging his veiny hand while laying on the couch and a heart emoji next to his head.

Thighs and you head to the beach with two pool chairs after dinner. It's late enough in the evening that there are only a few people left straggling by the water. The beach bar is far but close enough that someone could see you two if they were really looking for something filthy. 

You really do feel sorry for SDJ. And you really do miss teasing him and sneaking around. But if you two are going to fuck again, he has to prove he was in the wrong. And if that ends up blowing up in your face you can at least blackmail him. It’s a win-win for you either way.

You lay on the chair as the evening cools down your skin. Thighs holds your phone with one hand and with his other peels your coverup off and unties your bikini. He kneads your breasts, continuing to point your phone at your tits and face. "Are we filming?" you purr at him. "Hell yeah, baby. And you look like a fuckin' star." You blush and he chuckles, rubbing his inner thighs off camera where his swim shorts end. You flop back in the chair and he grinds his shorts and his growing dick outline into your core. A little bit of trimmed pubic hair peeks out from the tent in his shorts standing almost at full attention. That show is just for you however. He keeps your phone's camera pointed at your jiggling breasts and face screwed up in ecstasy. "Say stop," Thighs growls as he grips the fleshiest part of your hip and thrusts his covered erection into your dripping seam. "M-more!" you loudly beg and arch your back. A few silhouettes at the bar look in your direction. This only makes your nipples harder and you grind quick little circles into his crotch, aching for some friction. "Be patient, baby. You can do it. Tell your Stepdad your offer." he smacks your bottom playfully as he continues to record. You blush and turn away from the lens, biting your lip and say, "I will forgive you, if you do something for me." You look into the camera lens. 

"There's room service and a box being delivered to your new room, you can thank him [Thighs Out] for covering the cost, in about an hour.” you say. “Open the box and text me if you're game or not. Talk soon!" you wink and the video ends. You send it to SDJ and he texts back "Anything for you. I'll pick up the key now." 

Thighs Out kisses down your neck and sucks your nipple while manhandling your ass so much it starts to feel sore. "Wanna come to my suite, sugar? That is if I can take my hands off this sexy fuckin' ass of yours." He jiggles it while playing with your bikini straps and slowly ties them back up. You nod your head yes and pull on your coverup. You both walk back to the main road in the resort and take a shuttle bus to the expensive side of the resort. You find yourself back in his room, legs splayed and laying on your tummy completely bare. You wiggle against the soft white comforter, Thighs already rubbing your ass and murmuring in your ear. "Do you want to wait for him before we record?" You shake your head and say, "I'll still want to even if he doesn't."

"God I love your energy, baby." Thighs presses a hard kiss into you and carnally licks your mouth. He breaks it off to grab his phone and opens the camera app. 

"Let's get started, baby girl. Let Daddy teach you what a real cock can do."

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Toxic: Ok the "woo that's my girl" took me out 😭 like ik it's my line but the context is so perfect and you can just imagine stepdad hearing it on the other end of the line. 😭 Also I 100% imagine thighs out being no-judgment, very in character.

Thank you, 🎃 anon 🖤

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[calumance]

mama hood being a chaperone for one of aidens school trips where they go away for a few days so calls at home with lil logan, maybe he’s toddler aged at this point, and they just have the time of their lives cause as we know, logan is obsessed with calum, and he’s just so happy to be with him cause cals been working so much and he’s not home too often

I went to "outdoor ED" when I was in middle school, and that's where I pictured mama had taken Aiden, that's not really established here, that was just the first thing that popped into my head 😂😂😂

WELCOME BACK HOOD FAMILY.

            It had been about fifteen minutes since Logan had fallen asleep on Calum’s chest. Calum’s legs were crisscrossed allowing Logan’s body weight to rest on his right leg. It was when Calum felt that deep sigh that he knew Logan was out like a light. A smile stretched across his face as he reached his free hand up towards the little guys back and gently rubbed up and down before resting his cheek on the top of his head. Calum closed his eyes out of contentment for a split second before he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.

            Carefully, he moved his body so he could pull his phone out of his pocket without waking Logan. When he looked at the screen seeing his wife’s name and the request to FaceTime, he smiled, although slightly confused. He slid his finger across the screen to answer and held the phone up. “Why, hello, my love. I wasn’t sure you were going to have signal?”

            “Ah, you see, there’s Wi-Fi here,” She took a sip of wine, “for the adults.” Her lips stretched into the most glorious smile as she laughed and then looked at something on the other side of her phone. “They also have alcohol and a specific lounge for chaperones.” When she shrugged and took another sip of wine, Calum laughed. “How’s everything at home? Good?”

            Calum looked down at Logan who was still deeply asleep, then back at the phone. “Everything is great here.” Calum then moved the phone to show Logan’s sleeping form and he heard his wife on the other end of the phone coo. “Tuckered him out I guess.”

            “Tell me what guys have been doing, and then I’ll tell you all about Aiden’s trip.” She said while raising her eyebrows. Calum smiled and looked down at little Logan before telling all of what they’ve done the past two days.

            Aiden and his mom left before Logan woke up. Calum was sitting at the dining room table in front of his laptop with his headphone on, drinking a cup of coffee, when Logan slowly padded his way into the room. Calum was quick to remove his headphones and summon Logan over to him. Logan rubbed the sleep from his eyes as Calum lifted him onto his leg, “Daddy, where’s mama?”

            “She left with brother, remember it’s just us this weekend.” Calum ran the back of his fingers down Logan’s soft cheek.

            Hearing that, Logan perked up and his eyes twinkled. “Just you and me?” Calum nodded then rested his forehead on Logan’s. “Can we do something fun?” He had another twinkle in his eyes.

            “What do you want to do, son? This weekend is all about you, and me.” Calum wiggled a finger on Logan’s side, causing the boy to giggle and squirm in his grip.

            Logan finally caught his breath and looked into Calum’s eyes. “I wanna swim with Daddy.” It broke Calum’s heart. The reality is that every summer Calum is on tour, Logan has never had a chance to enjoy the pool with him, only with his mom and Aiden.

            Calum let an empathetic smile stretch across his face, “Of course, let go put our swimmers on.” Together, they made their way up the stairs. Calum helped Logan change and then Logan followed Calum across the hall and sat on the edge of the bed while Calum changed. Once they were both in the correct swimming attire, they made their way to the backyard. Calum found Logan’s pool floatie and tossed it into the pool. Holding onto Logan, they both dipped into the pool. After Calum grabbed the floatie he placed Logan in it and started to drift through the pool with him. They splashed each other and played with some toys they had lying around until Logan was bored with swimming.

            They both changed into dry clothes and Calum sat Logan at the table with a coloring book while he prepared lunch. Calum looked up from his preparations to look at Logan. He was humming to himself with a marker in his hand while he swung his legs back and forth, happily scribbling on the page. After lunch was ready, Calum sat next to his son and they ate together, something they didn’t do very often, and almost as suddenly Calum had that thought, so did Logan, “Daddy?” Calum hummed in response, “you work too much.” Calum froze, than after a second focused his attention on Logan. “You never spend time with me, because you’re working.”

            Calum was pretty sure people could hear his heart shatter across the globe. “I know, baby, and I’m sorry. But I have to work to take care of you and brother and Mama.”

            “But can’t you take care of us by staying home?” It was then that Logan looked up from what he was doing, into Calum’s eyes, effectively destroying what was left of Calum’s heart.

            Calum wasn’t prepared for this. Aiden wasn’t bonded to him like Logan was. Aiden never asked these questions. Calum looked away from Logan and took a deep breath to try to gather his thoughts, “The only way I can stay home is if I work. If I don’t work, then we wouldn’t have all the things we have now.”

            “But you’d always be home.” Logan cut him off.

            His head dropped, why was he so bad at this? His wife would know just what to say if she was here. “I’m sorry I’m not home, Logan, but I’m home now, and it’s just you and me this weekend. We can do anything we want.”

            Logan’s head popped up, “Anything?” Calum nodded with a smile.

            A devious smile stretched across Logan’s face, and with that smile led to a day full of doing anything Logan wanted. Including going to the movies, playing on the playground in the park down the street, going to the mall, and getting ice cream. By the time they were on their way home, Calum couldn’t understand how Logan wasn’t exhausted, Calum was. Calum glanced in the rearview mirror, Logan was strapped into his car seat, the radio was playing, and Logan kicked his feet back and forth, singing along to the song that was on the radio. Calum smiled to himself before looking back to the road, as much as he hates to admit it, he wished he was home more too.

            It was about nine in the evening when Calum was finally able to get Logan to go to sleep. Figuring that he hadn’t taken a nap he’d sleep all the way through the night. After closing the door, Calum headed to the studio to get to work on some songs Michael had sent him.

            All four of the band members were on a zoom video working out some songs about an hour after Calum had put Logan to bed. They were trying their hardest to work through a song that no one could get onto the same page with. Calum was frustrated, and honestly reaching the point of pure exhaustion. With a frustrated sigh, he leaned back and took his headphones off, resting them around his neck. Almost at that exact moment, he heard a tiny cry from down the hall. “Fuck, hold on guys.” Calum said aloud as he removed the headphones completely before rushing to open the door.

            When he opened the door, he found Logan standing in the middle of the hallway, hands pressed to his eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks. Calum rushed kneel in front of Logan, “What’s wrong, why aren’t you in bed, baby?” Calum was quick to wipe the tears off Logan’s face. 

            Logan took a few labored breaths before attempting to speak, “I th-thougt you were i-in your room, a-and you weren’t.”

            Calum enveloped Logan into his arms and coaxed his head to his shoulder before walking Logan back to the studio. He sat back down in his chair, Logan still crying hysterically against his shoulder. “Give me a minute, guys.” Calum said before muting his microphone. Calum continued to comfort his crying son before Logan finally fell silent. “Want to stay with daddy while he works?” Logan nodded against his shoulder. With that, Calum put on his headphones and motioned towards the guys that he was back. “I have a guest joining me for the rest of the night.”

            It was like Logan wasn’t even there, the only difference was Calum couldn’t get to his bass, but everyone worked around it. Eventually, Logan fell asleep, and eventually it was late enough that everyone called it a night. As Calum was walking down the hallway, he paused. Normally, it was at this time that he would put Logan in his own bed and go cuddle the woman who shares his bed, but she wasn’t here. They were both missing her, and he knew it. So, instead of dropping Logan in his own bed, Calum turned to his own room and took Logan with him. That night, they both slept in the ‘big bed’ as Logan called it when he got a chance to be in it.

            When Calum woke up, he made sure to make Logan and him a big breakfast and do everything he wanted. Together, they played board games, watched Logan’s favorite TV shows and movies, made his favorite food, swam in the pool some more, took Duke for a walk around the neighborhood, made his favorite dinner, then finally settled on the couch to watch Logan’s favorite movie, Cars. “And that catches us up to this moment when you called me.” Calum says with a chuckle.

            “Please tell me you’re still watching Cars.” She says as the wine glass touches her lips.

            “The remote is too far away to change it.”

            “Don’t lie, you like it too.”

            “Shut up.” She laughed a hearty laugh and Calum chuckled along with her. “I miss you.” 

            “I miss you too, honey.” She said as she sat forward and looked at the phone with incredible seriousness. 

            Calum smiled and looked down at Logan and kissed the side of his head, “Tell me about Aiden’s trip, love.” With that, she smiled and wiggled to get comfortable and started explaining her last two days. Calum closed his eyes to listen to her talk, absolutely content with his life. 

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If anyone wants to be added back to my tag list (I'm going to start writing more on the weekends) Please send me a message 😊

[murdafact]

PROXY, ticci toby.

a/n | this was taken from my wattpad and tweaked a lil, just to sound a bit better. pt2 will be posted later today. enjoy!

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summary: tobys obsession with a girl becomes something different

cw: stalking, murder/death, suggestive content (if you squint), yandere toby, reader is 19 & in college

word count: 1.8k

HIS PIERCING, HAZEL EYES WATCHED YOU FROM AFAR, he watched as you tossed and turned within your cold sheets.  he knew your every move. to when you would occasionally get up in the night for water, even to the exact times you would take a shower after classes.

 he was truly fascinated by you, the way your (h/c) hair seemed to glimmer in the sunlight and how your plush lips curved slightly when you smiled. but he felt like he could never approach you, for fear of being rejected or worse, forgotten about.

one day as he watched you from across the street, something tugged at his heart that said to him,

"GET HER."

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he didn't know what exactly drew him so close to you; he just knew he wanted you.

he needed you.

he wanted to see you squirming under his arms, his hatchet on your neck, threatening to draw blood. that's all he wanted. at least, that's what he thought.

no, he wanted more.

he wanted you. he wanted your body, your soul, your blood on his hands...

it got to a point he even started killing off people in your school he knew you spoke to, or at least had some kind of relationship with. he wanted you for himself, no one else.

he remembers like it was yesterday.

he killed your best friend, then waited in a tree until you got home and watched you cry on your bed. your parents seemed to not hear either, since you were crying nonstop for hours. he watched your tears stream down your beautiful plump face, your snotty nose and eyes becoming pink and puffy, like a little puppy. you looked up, eyes gleaming like stars in the midnight sky, not even looking towards the window to see the goggle wearing man pleasuring himself to your cries. he watched as you went into the bathroom to get washed up, praying that day wasn't real.

but babe, it was so real.

soon after, he killed your boyfriend. he loved watching you cry because of his actions.

your boyfriend was a dick, anyway.

he knew he was cheating on you, and that had made a promise to you, his lovely girlfriend, he swore on every saint and star, that he'd forever be loyal. but when temptation appeared in the form of your best friend-- fair-haired and lithe-- with eyes like dark pools daring him to take a dip... it was all too much for him. to swim in those depths would mean violating his oaths, but such pleasure seemed worth any price.

but your boyfriend didn't know what was coming, nor did your 'best friend'.

he approached the house cautiously, his heart pounding as he put one foot in front of the other. he carefully picked each step, avoiding any sound that could alert her to his presence. reaching a side window, he pushed it open with ease and climbed through into the empty room beyond. the darkness enveloped him like a cloak and soon enough he had reached her bedroom door where she slept unaware of what was coming for her. taking silent steps across the carpeted flooring, he slowly raised his arm high above his head before bringing it down onto her unsuspecting neck with all brute force behind it- striking again and again until there was no breath left in her body.

after he killed the girl, he waited for a day the guy was finally alone, finally catching when his parents left for work. slipping through the window, he fell onto the floor, a thud making a noise, but thankfully it was quiet enough to not be heard from afar. his converse still bloody from the previous house, he made tracks on the floor. he was quiet, sly like a fox. he quietly went down the stairs, to which he heard the tv running. he poked his head, seeing the male on the couch, back facing him. "perfect" he thought to himself. quietly walking forward, raising his axe up, and swinging down on his head. he felt great. the price of loyalty and betrayal is justice, and he had just given it.

finally getting rid of the 2nd person who's been backstabbing you for so long, he just kept swinging and swinging, his blood splashing all over the carpet and on his clothing, along with his cracked skull spilling out brains all on the couch, the scene being so brutal, it almost made him want to stop.

but he didnt.

he backed away slowly as the blood pooled around his victim's body. he fled back out of the window, not looking back until he reached a safe distance away from that house. he smiled, the gash on his face

besides, his parents wouldn't be home for another few hours. he had time.

you only found out he died because of the news at school. one of your friends had to break it to you.

oh, what an unfortunate soul. he didn't even have time to say goodbye.

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you walked into your house, "ma, im home." you yelled out, dropping your crossbody bag onto the floor by the door. you walked to the kitchen island, seeing a piece of paper. "got called into work. food is in the oven, love you. - mommy"

she recognized her mothers handwriting, dropping the note into the trash. opening the oven door, you saw a bowl of pasta, perfect for one person. "yummy." you said, grabbing the mittens and pulling out the bowl, as it was still slightly hot.

sitting down at the table, you had a fork and were eating while on your phone. getting a message from your friend, "hey! wanna come over tonight?" you read. sighing, you texted her back. "sorry, can't. got a bunch of homework." in reality, you just wanted to be left alone. you didn't get much alone time, since your parents would be home and annoy you. i mean, you did have homework, but not enough to make you spend all night doing it. "ahh, that's fine. maybe next week?" she sent. "yeah, i may have time next week." you replied, chuckling to yourself.

finishing up, you dropped the dish into the sink, and walked up the creaky stairs to your bedroom. walking inside, you were hit with a cold breeze. your window was open, "i don't remember opening my window?" you said, walking to it and closing it. you walked to your desk, opening your laptop. it glitched a bit, going slow. "i need a new computer." you said, typing away at the keyboard.

that was, until it froze. "dude, seriously? i just had to turn in my assignment and now it decides it wants to be a little dick and freeze on me?!" you raged, stuffing your face into your hands. you sighed, calming yourself down. you looked at the screen. what you saw, was not normal.

"boo." a little blonde, eye bleeding elf boy said, before quickly disappearing. you fell off your chair in fear. "what in the fuck?.." you mumbled. "wha..what was that?" you got up, calling your friend. "i think i'll come over tonight, is that okay ?" you asked, "i thought you had homework?" she asked. "i'll finish them tomorrow." you quickly said, "oh. okay, well sure. i'll text you my address." you prayed to the gods for her. you texted your mom, telling her you wouldn't be at home and you were staying with a friend for the night.

once you finished getting your clothes and necessities into a bag, you got into your car and drove down. your friend lived a little far, so it was a dark drive. you drove and drove, until you reached something in the distance. you stopped, seeing a deer standing in the road. it looked paralyzed, hypnotised maybe. you looked to where the deer was looking, seeing nothing. you just went around it, continuing your drive.

you got out of the car with your bag, locking the doors behind you. walking up the stairs to the apartment building, you glanced at the numbers.

662, 663, 664, 665..

then finally, you reached it.

room 666.

getting chills from looking at the numbers, you knocked on the door.

waiting..

waiting felt like an eternity.

finally the door opened. "hey!" your friend said, opening the door so you can walk inside. "hey, dude i can't stay at home any longer!" you said, hugging her and walking inside. "haven't been to your house in forever." you dropped off your bag by her couch, kicking off your shoes. "yeah, i've decorated this shithole a bit."

you two watched movies for the time being and went to sleep.

well, she went to sleep. you were still wide awake, thinking about the moments earlier.

what was that little blonde boy?

well, i guess you should be asking who it was?

you got up, your feet touching the cold hardwood floor. you shivered, quickly slipping on your black slippers and heading to the kitchen. you got a bottle of water, and was beginning to go back to the room until you heard the tv running.

you poked your head, seeing the tv on. it was buzzing with static, and god it hurt your ears. you tried turning it off. yet, it wasn't responding. you sighed, " i guess i can just unplug it."

and you did.

but then, as you walked away, you heard the same robotic voice from just a few hours ago.

"you shouldn't have done that!"

the blonde boy was back, this time he was after you. his fingers seemed as sharp as claws, scratching away at your fragile skin, his eyes bleeding ink onto your face and into the white rug under you

you kicked him off, running into your friends room, desperately trying to wake her up. "dude, wake up." you said on the verge of tears. she woke up, "what?" she said, voice groggy and tired. "something's wrong with your tv." you stated, walking her into the living room.

nothing.

it was like nothing happened. the tv was completely off, the rug was completely white, like snow. "you were saying?" her friend said. you were so confused, this wasn't your imagination, right? it couldn't have. it was so real.

"dude, i'm not fucking crazy. i-it was right there, it scratched me!" you said, holding out your forearms, to which nothing was there. "you're crazy. just go to bed, maybe you're still tired." her friend said, walking back into the room and falling into the bed.

you know what you saw, and you weren't crazy.

oh, would that just be the start of your weird sights.

weird..

yeah. that was the right word for it.

but you couldn't tell anyone. who would believe you? especially in a small town like this, where everybody knew everybody... you tried to forget it and just went back to bed, but the shadows seemed darker than usual and even somewhat menacing. you were sure they were watching you as soon as your eyes closed...

─── 2023 MURDAFACT, do NOT repost as your own.

[lilmissnatcat24]

Turn Left Ch 23- Elementary, My Dear Shepard

Garrus puts two and two together (but this time, it's personal) ;))))

Relationship: Femshep/Garrus Vakarian

Archive Warnings in author's note

Additional tags: enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, slow build, alternate universe- canon divergence, detective noir, sex club, anonymous sex, canon temporary character death, murder mystery, drug use, dom garrus vakarian, whump, smut, heavy angst, alien sex, dual pov, an overly sexual elcor named candy, earthborn, ruthless, fake/pretend relationship, dead dove: do not eat, identity porn, minor character death

Detective AU mixed with identity porn mixed with so much whump my fingers are bleeding

(or, start from the beginning here)

lil text blurb:

Ah, this was it. This was how Shepard died. 

She was positive. Shepard had thought about death more than the average person. As much as she would like to say that she would die in her sleep peacefully, not expecting a thing, she didn’t find that at all realistic. She knew she would probably die at the hands of another-- whether that be tainted sand or a gun to the chest or a biotic punch to the head that left the blood pooling in her brain and out of her eyes. Any single one of those was how Saren could kill her. He could also slit her throat with those claws of his, he could sic an army of geth onto her, he could snap her neck as if it were no stronger than a fucking tortilla chip. And that’s just the obvious stuff. He could be stashing poison underneath his nails, slowly incorporating it into the foolish amount of shots that Shepard took while Garrus was off with the other turians. He could shove them into an iron maiden he hid in a storage closet, pressing his body onto the door as millions of sharp stakes impaled her body. And speaking of impaling, he could have those stakes on the ground, the ones from the jail, anywhere . Maybe he wouldn’t kill Shepard. Maybe he would just stab her with one of those while she slowly lost her mind, her eyes glowing, as she turned into his slave-- 

Saren dug his claws into the meaty part of Shepard’s shoulders as he led her and Garrus through the gala. It was as if he were parading the two of them around. They seemed to pass through the entire lower lever as if they were fish that Saren was proud to snag and show off. 

She tried to make eye contact with someone, anyone , that could help her. She passed by Pallin, who didn’t pay them any mind. She passed by Elyria, surrounded by a bunch of asari, who made eye contact with Shepard. She just gave her a little smile and a nod, as if Saren was simply talking to the pair of them about a career move. She passed by Medina, who stared intently at the three of them. With her eyes wide, she mouthed, “ Help me,” to him. He just cocked his head to the side curiously, not moving as they walked past him as if they were a mildly interesting painting in a museum. 

She didn’t dare look at Garrus. But from the corner of her eye, she could see him standing stiffly, his chest jutting out, his head unmoving. She wanted to reach out for his hand, she wanted some reassurance that while she was walking into hell at least she was with him. But she didn’t dare, not in front of Saren. 

Saren led the two of them into a doorway with EMPLOYEES ONLY written on the front. She took one last deep breath, as if that were the last bit of free air she would ever feel in her lungs. They walked down a hallway that in actuality was probably a few meters, but certainly felt like it was at least a mile, until he opened the door to a kitchen. 

Inside were at least a dozen workers, all in stained white uniforms, tossing vegetables over a stove or spooning sauces onto plates. As soon as Saren walked in, they all stood at attention as if he were some sort of general. 

“Leave us,” Saren said quietly, so quietly that Shepard barely heard it. Yet instantly everyone in that kitchen set down their pots and pans and utensils and filed out of the kitchen, leaving the three of them alone. 

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

The summer air felt so good against the skins of people around the world as June trickled deeper in the vague bliss of the year. Bugs and birds make music as  the blue skies shine and the leaves sway against the cooling wind mixing with the warm hug it brings.

A figure slides down a plastic slide and crashes into the cold refreshing waters below with laughter, people laughing and enjoying the sun and fun alongside the soon coming to surface Kokichi Oma who shakes his wet dark hair with a grin.

GIF by music-is-my-xception

The fellow past students of Hope Academy lounge around the large pool area with a beautiful beach view of the tropical vibes of beautiful vibrant blue and bright yellows of the sun and sand and ocean waves.

The years of despair are far far away from them all with little worry of those doing different things from fun to relaxation with sweet drinks alcoholic or not, some standing some lying or seated in various areas. 

Just up by the front of the lovely home sits in a lounge chair a beautiful women with hair made of gold and skin a smooth porcelain white beside two men, one short tanned and chubby the other taller yet still short skinny fit and pale colored working on the large fire based BBQ grill just to the left of a tall skinny slim pale skinned male wearing a pair of black swim trunks seated a Hawaiian themed bar.

The griller with pink hair soon walked left and kissed the cheek of the beautiful woman with a dopey grin, “Having fun Miss Sonia?” He asked all chipper and sweet. The princess giggles and nuzzles into his thin yet warm neck with a hum, “Yes but what about you, birthday boy?”

Soda flushed and rubbed the back of his neck while still smiling, speaking still happy but calmer, “Yeah I’m having a great time! It’s still insane that your folks were able to help find this place just for us.”

Indeed, it was just a huge string of luck for the whole large group of adults to get a amazing set of cabins by the beach waves of Novoselic, Sonia’s kingdom and homelane, during the summer daze of June just for the young mechanic’s birthday as a great gift for him and all his friends. 

As the night sky slowly caved in, stories were tossed and drink were drunk, candles painted bright pink in was lit on top the sted cake with red icing that reads out “ Happy 28th Kazuichi Soda :D “ is brought over to the young man sitting in his chair with a happy smile by the hands of her beautiful wife, her golden hair shining with the candle lights of the cake and the sparklers and glow sticks of the friends around them.

Sonia’s rosey lips stretch into a bigger softer smile and open in a soft pop as she starts to sing the tune of “Happy Birthday To You” alongside everyone else.

Soda’s eyes shine as he watches the scene he’s in, accepting Tanaka’s cheek smooch from behind when the birthday man takes a sip of his cherry coke, his chest feeling warm at the gesture.

With a blink he recalled the times of him sitting in his apartment building in Kobe Japan alone on his birthday with a candle lit on the coffee table and a can of lukewarm coke in his hands while his father is busy drinking away the blues of missing his wife the same day his son was born, the city noises was his only singing tune of celebration as he sniffs alone in the dark.

As blew out his light source, the man opens his eyes to see everyone’s smiling faces and cheers of another year he is alive and well, some tears burning his eyes’ edges with joy swelling his chest while he snuggled against Tanaka’s warm chest and Sonia’s arms that hug him after putting the cake down on the glass table. 

He really is lucky to be alive, eh?

GIF by izuyrus

It's our lil boy's birthday so I HAD to do something!!

But I decided to add some of my own headcanons of him and his princess and lord of ice

Only daughter in her family

Father was a Duke who married the king's niece and the family didn't get the title of next in line until Sonia was 13

She's biromantic pansexual with no clear preference

Is secretly a bad ass in both physicals strength and mental ways

Has abused her royal title a bit to make her boys happy

Fell for Tanaka first but soon realized she can't see a life without Soda and the three started to date

FTM transgender

Is Pansexual but said he was aroace after years of no feelings then Sonia and Soda came along and he went "fuck-"

Is on the autism spectrum (that is a headcanon hill I will die on!)

Gets really bashful of how he acted in his teens

His job is to save animals from traffickers and poachers while also helping them save the species

Adores his dark queen and sweet prince deeply

Wakes up in the early morning just to see them asleep and smiling

Cried when his mum met them and talked about how cute they are

Has freckles he covered because he was ashamed

Due to his teeth he had braces growing up and hated it

Has a sleep retainer now

As soon as he turned 17 he left his dad's place and never looked back

Claimed he was straight up until he joined Hope's Peek

He helps builds and repairs vehicles and machines now

Is the middle spoon, no complaints

His mum passed away when he was pretty young

I can't find the source but I saw a headcanon where it he claimed he had a Bar Mitzvah so it kind of led to a interesting hc of him growing up Jewish from his mum's side though he hasn't had done his prayers or celebrated the holidays in a while

[jrueships]

still thinking about how my friend who was at the draft was just overwhelmed by ochai’s beauty…

OOO they were there ?!?? TAHTS SO COOL! And YES ochai is SO pretty and hansome! i love him!!!!

im so glad he's on a moots team so i can hear ochai updates !!!! hes so sweet !

[poursomesunaonme]

11 and 25 with yamagishi time skip pls?

that man... yes...

send me a character and 1-2 numbers and ill write you a lil drabble<3

wc: 673

cw: nsfw, minors dni (pls have age in bio or dm it to me), car sex, corruption, dry humping, use of "pretty girl"

“long day at work?” you ask through the window when kazushi finally rolls up outside your apartment. he smiles a tired smile, unlocking the door for you.

you all but fall into his arms when your lips meet. the kiss buzzes with a tension that had built up for the last few days. kazushi had been needed a lot more for transportation for the gang. so for you, that meant long nights and early mornings that had you lacking in attention paid to you.

“not so fast,” the man mutters as he pulls back. his scar crinkles when he raises his eyebrow, watching you try to catch your breath and steady yourself. “let’s take this somewhere else.”

it takes everything in you not to kick and scream with glee as kazushi peels out from in front of your apartment complex. it doesn’t take long for him to find a parking lot of an abandoned shopping mall where you two can finally have some time alone.

your places were no goes, seeing as all of your roommates were home. so a cramped car would have to do, at least just for now.

“i’ve missed you,” you sigh against his lips. his teeth sink into your bottom lip and you moan, arching your back to press your chest against him over the center console.

“i’ve missed you more.” he rips off his glasses and tosses them onto the dashboard to prevent them from getting in the way. the kiss continues, growing deeper and more desperate, in tandem with the pool forming between your legs.

before you know it, he’s lowering and backing up his seat to allow you room in the cramped space.

“really?” you inquire. “here?” “c’mon, pretty girl,” he smirks, “i know you want it.”

“i do but i-”

“uh uh,” he tuts, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you into his lap, “show me how much you want me.”

you hesitate at first, covering your face with your hands, but he pulls them away before pulling you in by the back of your neck. you know you can’t help yourself.

your hips move with minds of their own over the tenting of his pants, creating a friction that leaves you breathless. it isn’t long before kazushi’s cock twitches painfully in his briefs. he halts your movements with a hand and undoes his button and zipper.

your mouth practically waters at the beads of pre dribbling down his shaft, so you waste no time in fumbling with moving your panties aside. you jump when your back pushes against the car horn, which leaves you both in a fit of laughter. the car idling reminds the man not to waste gas, so he rolls down the windows and rips the keys out of the ignition.

“but won’t someone hear?” you ask before he can kiss you and steal the words out of your mouth.

“you don’t want everyone to hear those pretty moans of yours?” he raises an eyebrow. you bite your lip.

the tip nudges its way between your folds and slips easily into your warm walls. you gasp at the stretch, at how long its been since kazushi’s split you open, but the pain quickly melts away into a pleasure that you without a doubt need to keep consuming.

the car shakes. your moans echo around the empty lot. kazushi’s breath is hot in your mouth as you desperately seek to take more of him, any kind of contact that you can get.

the friction of your clit against his base is simply delicious as you buck your hips harder and faster. he can’t get enough of the sight that greets him - your tits bouncing in his face. his hands guide your hips when your thighs threaten to give out from exhaustion.

he easily pushes you over the edge.

from your cracked eyes you can see the sun begin to dip below the city skyline. and as you catch your breath, you make the obvious suggestion.

“what about a hotel room?”

© all work belongs to poursomesunaonme. do not copy and repost.

[ur-jinji]

touch me

jean kirschtein x f!reader

warning: nsfw (18+)

summary: an innocent game of twister can lead to anything.

word count: 3.2k

a/n: been having severe jean brainrot recently so i had to write this. it’s a lil sloppy but it’s honest work lmfao

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“who the fuck brought apples to apples jr?”

“shut the fuck up, jean! it’s a fun fucking game!”

“okay but junior edition? really? you couldn’t buy the normal one?”

you were sat with your legs criss cross on the floor in front of the television in jean’s apartment, playing mario kart with connie. you twisted your head around to see what all the commotion was about, and sighed when you saw eren and jean practically foaming out the mouth as they argued. you shook her head and turned your attention back to the game.

“connie, you fucking snake. you did not just use a red shell on me as soon as i looked away!” you yelled, shoving the boy next to you roughly, hoping to mess him up. he was now in first place after sabotaging you.

“you snooze, you lose,” connie shot back before crossing the finish line right before you.

“okay, well at least i don’t play as waluigi,” you mumbled.

“what? and yoshi is any better?” he questioned.

“yeah, yoshi is better, you cuck,” you replied, throwing the remote at him as you stood up. you quickly made an escape to the kitchen before connie could retaliate. gathered around a small dining room table was armin, sasha, and mikasa playing apples to apple jr. you chuckled lightly before jean appeared beside you, who scoffed at them.

“we’re playing twister, y’all,” jean announced before hooking a finger in one of your belt loops, pulling you teasingly into his side. you yelped at the sudden movement, whipping your head to look up at him. he simply smirked before releasing you. you bumped your hip against his and walked back into the living room, where eren and connie were setting up twister.

“i call doing the spinner,” you told them, not really feeling like partipating.

“uh-uh. you’re playing,” jean’s voice said behind you. you sighed loudly.

“fine,” you replied, rolling your eyes at him.

“i bet jean just wants to see you bent-“

“watch it, jaeger,” jean abruptly interrupted eren. you didn’t really know how to react, but the possibility of jean wanting to see you in compromising positions was....interesting, to say the least. you made your way to the couch and plopped yourself down. jean followed you closely and sat beside you, throwing his arm to rest behind you on top of the cushions. you weren’t sure why, but he was always attached at your hip when you were with him, especially when you were in groups. you certainly didn’t mind.

“can i at least be in control of the spinner for the first group that goes?” you begged as everyone began to gather in the living room. you were granted permission, and the spinner was handed to you. the first group was sasha, connie, and armin. the three of them stood around the twister mat, waiting for their instruction. you couldn’t help but notice jean’s fingers grazing your shoulder with the arm thrown behind you.

“okay, connie,” you started before spinning. “right foot on blue.”

after about ten minutes, sasha and armin were battling for the win. connie got the short end of the stick after having to snake under sasha, and quickly met his twister demise. armin was completely arched backwards trying to keep two hands on red and two feet on green while sasha was in a frog-like crouch, keeping her hands and feet on every color.

“armin, left foot on red,” you announced. he sighed sadly.

“how am i suppose to do that,” he muttered before attempting, and then suddenly collapsing. the room erupted into laughter as sasha jumped to her feet.

“hah! take that, armin!” she shouted, taking in her sweet victory. “i’m next on the spinner!”

you groaned, not wanting to give it up.

“alright, who’s next?” sasha asked, taking over your position.

“i guess i’ll go to get it over with,” you replied, standing up from your place on the couch.

“i’ll go, too,” jean quickly said, following suit.

“me too,” eren said. “i just want to beat jean.”

“i’m a twister master, bro,” jean said to eren with a bit of hostility. you shook your head at the pair.

“next game night we’ll have to play ‘take a shot every time jean and eren start arguing,’” you joked, earning some chuckles and agreements. after a few moments, you stood on one side of the twister mat, with jean next to you and eren across from you two. sasha cleared her throat.

“okay, okay. eren, left hand on yellow,” sasha instructed. eren smugly bent down, placing his hand on yellow.

“y/n, left hand on red.” you moved over to the corner jean stood at, which was directly in front of red. you crouched down and put your hand on a red circle. jean was then told to put a foot on blue. after some time passed, the compromising positions you found intriguing before the game began felt like a curse. you muscles were beginning to ache, as you were completely bent down, both hands on green circles and both feet on blue. meanwhile, jean decided it was a good idea to remain in the same area as you. there was no doubt that he was enjoying the show of your ass in the air. he was getting it very easy while you and eren were struggling. he somehow kept only having to move his left foot.

“i’m in pain!” you yelled out. “sasha, hurry!”

“damn, okay! jean, right foot on blue.”

you dropped your head down, seeing his left foot on red. he now had to move to a blue circle without moving his other off of its spot, but the only possible way to do that was for him to put his foot directly next to yours, which he did. and now, his crotch was in contact with your butt. your eyes widened and your head shot up as your limbs began to shake. you felt something twitch against your ass, and suddenly you were falling to the floor.

“damnit!” you cursed, looking to eren who looked satisfied that he was one step closer to beating jean. your face felt hot, recalling the few seconds that lead up to your collapse. you slowly glanced up at jean. he had a small smirk painted on his lips, and a familiar feeling pooled in the pit of your stomach. you looked away and stood up, taking a seat in front of the couch. you covered your rosey cheeks with your hands as you watched the continuing game between the two boys. eventually, jean became the victor as the difficulty for eren was amped up. the winner fell beside you on the floor, his body turned towards you.

“impressive win, huh?” he commented, moving his knee to press against yours.

“mm-hmm,” you hummed.

“wanna stay behind and help me clean up after everyone leaves?” he offered, a hopeful glint in his eye. your mind went blank, and the feeling low in your stomach started again. you hesitantly nodded.

and about an hour or so later, you did just that. the apartment was cleared of your rowdy friends, and they had left a bit of a mess.

“i have work in the morning, so i can’t stay very long,” you told jean as he started grabbing empty red solo cups around the living room.

“did you have a good time?” he asked.

“yeah it was...fun,” you responded, nerves evident in your voice when your mind started to wander back to the game of twister. you didn’t know why you were so nervous. this wasn’t your first time alone with jean, but he was rather bold tonight. he was normally pretty bold and clingy anyway, but something was different. and you liked it.

“i’m glad you could make it,” jean said as he put the cups into a trash bag. you picked one up and tossed it to him before sitting gingerly on the couch. it takes him no time to join you.

“you’re clingy tonight,” you commented. you waited for him to throw his arm around the top of the couch, but instead his hand fell to your knee. he gave it a light squeeze. you turned your head to him, and he’s already looking at you with a soft expression.

“what, you don’t like when i’m clingy?” he questioned teasingly, leaning his shoulder into yours.

“i never said that,” you said, your volume much quieter than you intended it to be. he rested his chin on your shoulder, tilting his head slightly.

“i just couldn’t keep my hands to myself tonight,” jean uttered as his fingers started sliding up your leg, pressing on your thigh. they dipped down, gripping the inner fatty flesh. you bit back a pleased sigh. he must’ve known this was driving you crazy. just the warmth of his breath tickling your cheeks was enough to make you want to let out a moan. he really must’ve known how his touch and closeness was making you feel, because he abruptly started to lean in, closing the small gap between you. his lips met yours, and you hurriedly responded to it. his other hand came up to gently grip your jaw as the other remained in between your thighs, squeezing the flesh. his movements were needy, and hungry, and your energy was identical. his lips moved quickly against yours, and he softly tilted your head back to gain better excess, swallowing your moans. he smiled into the kiss before slipping his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around yours. after a moment, his moved out, but yours darted into his mouth. but instead of letting it explore, he pulled away slightly and wrapped his lips around your tongue, sucking it hard. you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, an unexpected groan escaping your throat.

he leaned away and pulled you on his lap, and you swung your leg to the other side of him so that you were straddling him. you could feel a very obvious and large bulge against your core. you rolled your hips against his which immediately made him groan. his hands moved to grip your ass tightly.

“you’re so fucking amazing,” jean muttered before burying his face into your neck. he planted a few kisses before focusing on one area just below your ear.

“oh, my god,” you moaned as he started to suck on the skin, his nose tickling your earlobe. shockwaves sent throughout your body, your eyes half-lidded, high on the sensation. he pulled away eventually, his lips looking pretty and swollen after marking you.

“i have work tomorrow,” you whined, raising your hand to touch the sensitive area he had went to town on.

“i don’t think you were complaining,” he teased as his fingers began toying with the pants’ buttons. “let’s get these off.” you crawled off his lap, standing up and dancing your way out of your pants. jean leaned back, enjoying the view of you in just panties and a tshirt. you stood in front of him shyly for a moment, positioned in between his legs, which were spread wide.

jean’s hands grabbed your hips, turning you around. he firmly pulled you down to sit in between his legs, holding you tight against his chest and wrapping his arms around your front. your ass pressed firmly against his covered hard cock as he moved his hands down to your panties, gently toying with the hem. a quiet moan escaped from your lips before he slid the tips of his thumbs inside, slowly pulling down the lacy fabric. once they were cast aside on the floor, his hand found its way in between your mid thighs, pulling them apart. he shifted backwards on the cushion, pulling you with him, sitting you up straight against his chest and bending your knees to prop your legs on the couch. his hand took no time to move to your pussy. he started rubbing gentle circles on your clit. you moaned softly, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder.

“fuck,” jean whispered into your ear. you whimpered as his warm breath tickled the sensitive area. “so fucking wet for me, huh?” you nodded, your eyes half-lidded once again. his pace on your clit began to speed up, sending your back arching. he used his other arm to hold you down from squirming, his hand gripping your tit, before slipping a digit into your pussy. you moaned as his long finger fucked against your sweet spot.

“you like that? huh, baby?” he asked, and god his tone could be enough to make you cum. you nodded again, the repeated stimulation practically turning you into putty. he slipped in another finger, and you felt a climax start to creep up.

“use your words, princess,” jean ordered gently.

“yes,” you managed to croak out, squirming against his restrictive arm.

“yes what?” he pressed, quickening his pace.

“it feels so good,” you groaned, inching closer to orgasm.

“touch yourself, princess,” he told you, moving his arm from your breast to hold your hair out of your face. you quickly complied, darting your hand to massage your clit as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

“you gonna cum for me?” he questioned, his hand falling to your jaw to turn your face to his.

“uh-huh,” you replied, staring into his light chocolate eyes.

“then cum for me, baby,” he whispered, his grip on your jaw tightening and his eye contact piercing into you. and with his command, you came undone. your eyes rolled back as you let out a soft moan, your walls pulsing around his fingers.

“fuck,” you breathed out once you came down from your high. jean removed his fingers and held them to your mouth, completely drenched in your slick. you leaned forward, wrapping your lips around them and sucking them. you pulled away with a pop! sound and fell back against his chest.

“good girl,” he smirked. “you want more?”

“mm-hmm,” you hummed lewdly. you crept off of his lap and onto the floor, positioning yourself between his legs. he peered down at you, surprised. you moved your hands to the bulged zipper of his pants, dragging it down slowly, revealing a pair of blue boxers. jean sat up, pulling his pants and boxers down to assist you, his hard cock springing out. you stared at it with wide eyes, surprised by the length and girth. a thick vein ran down the length of it. you glanced up at him as he gazed down at you with anticipation. you hesitantly took him with a gentle fist, leaning forward. precum spilled from the tip as your mouth wrapped around him. you swirled your tongue around the pink tip and looked up at him with lewd eyes. he let out a sigh and gently grabbed the top of your head, holding a fistful of your hair.

“god, i can’t wait to fuck you,” jean breathed out, watching you begin to bob your head around his dick with hollowed cheeks. the grip on your hair tightened, guiding you up and down. “fuck, y/n, you’re doing so good, baby.” he lowered your head down his shaft slowly, all the way to the base, his tip poking the back of your throat. tears stung your eyes as you tried not to gag, threatening to spill out. he held you there for a moment, loving the sight of your swollen lips around him. he finally released you, pulling your face away as you gasped for air.

“c’mere,” he said, pulling you off the floor and standing up with you. his hands found their way to the bottom of your tshirt, discarding it and leaving you in a white tshirt bra. if you had known you’d be getting fucked tonight, you would’ve worn a cuter bra, but jean certainly didn’t care. you could wear a burlap sack and he’d still want to fuck your brains out.

jean sidestepped and walked behind you, grabbing ahold of the back of knee to bend it and prop on the couch. you did so with the other knee, holding yourself up with the back cushions. he unclipped your bra and tossed it aside.

“you gonna take my cock like a good girl?” he asked, leaning forward. his hand met your cheek and tilted your head, planting his lips on yours. you nodded into the kiss and that was his cue to ready himself. he pulled away and you watched as he lined himself up with your opening. you moaned when you felt the tip tease your entrance before slowly sliding inside your slick walls. you bit back another moan and felt tears form at your waterline as his cock stretched you open. once he was balls deep, he gave you a second to adjust to his girth and placed his hands on your hips, slowly thrusting. you bit down hard on your lip. his fingers were no doubt going to leave little bruises on your hips, but you didn’t care.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” jean commented, starting to quicken his pace. “feels so fucking good.” your fingers gripped the couch cushion as his thrusts became harder and deeper. you could practically feel his cock in your stomach. his hands tightened on your hips, pulling your ass back to meet with his hips as his cock pounded the back of your walls repeatedly, sudden and staggered moans escaping your lips with every hard thrust. your neck began to ache as it was thrown back and forth, so you dropped it down to rest forward on the cushion, but jean was quick to remove a hand from your hip and grab a fistful of your hair, forcing your head back up. you arched your back, perking your ass up more, giving him more access than he needed. he fucked you into oblivion, and you quickly felt another orgasm begin to creep over you.

“‘m gonna cum,” you said, your voice sounding extra whiny.

“cum, baby,” jean cooed. “cum all over my cock.” you moaned loudly as he continued to abuse your pussy. tears stung your waterline again as it grew closer and closer, his dick slamming into your sweet spot.

“oh my god!” you shouted, a powerful climax washing over your body. your entire body shook and your walls pulsated around his cock as he rode you through your high. he moved his hand back to your hip, gripping it tightly as his thrusts soon became sloppy. he groaned and suddenly removed his cock from your pussy. he jacked himself off for a moment before releasing his warm cum onto your back. you twisted your head around to see his face. his mouth was gaped slightly, his eyebrows were scrunched, and his lustful eyes stared back into yours as he came. once he finished, he took a deep breath. you sat down on your bent knees and sighed.

“we should do this again,” jean blurted out.

“get something to clean me up and we’ll talk about it,” you teased, chuckling at his eagerness. he nodded and scurried around to find his boxers, which were in a ball a few feet away. he slid them on and you admired the view. he was built like a god.

he made his way out of the room and came back a minute later with a rag. he stood in front of you and handed it to you, opening his mouth to talk.

“so.....how would you rate your experience?”

[meltwonu]

3. “You’re not going out in that outfit.”

4. “Don’t give me that look.”

7. “You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.”

notes; camboy!au, camcouple!au, camboy!wonwoo, dom!wonwoo, fratboy!wonwoo, caffeine!au, sir!kink, spanking, cum eating, overstimuation, hair pulling, possessive!wonwoo, degradation, name-calling, the smallest few seconds of breath!play ! Oh man the different ways i wanted to approach wonwoo’s drabble for this cycle… ☠️ which is why I just went ham on this one instead! ☠️ LMAO SORRY 😭💕 or am I 😳😏 heheh... As always, thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

*queued post.

“You’re not going out in that outfit.”

His voice is cold and a little clipped as he stares at you; your short black dress hiding absolutely nothing when you bend over to fix your heels.

“Get changed or we’re not going.”

“What!?”

You stomp your heeled foot in response - a pout on your lips as you cross your arms. “Wonwoo, c’mon, don’t do this, it’s just a stupid party at the frat house… It’s not a big deal.”

He rolls his eyes in return, hands shoved deep into his pants pocket as he scoffs. “If it’s not a big deal, then you’d get changed like I asked.”

“You’re being a baby.”

The air shifts almost immediately and you know you’ve overstepped - the smirk on his face only growing when he starts to step closer towards you.

“I’m being a baby, huh? That’s what you think?”

“W--well, y-yeah, I mean, I--”

Wonwoo stops right in front of you and makes your breath stutter; his cologne making you whimper at it’s overpowering scent mixing in with his warmth that has goosebumps rising all over your body.

“You mean, what, exactly, sweetheart?”

He presses you into the wall, slotting his leg between yours in an instant as your hands find purchase on his clothed chest.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

“It’s jus’ a--a dress, it’s n-not like I’m, um, y’know, d-dressing up for a-anyone ‘cept y-you…”

Wonwoo smiles down at you, sultry and dark as he brings a hand up to caress your cheek. “Oh, I know. Trust me, you’d be in a lot of trouble if I found out you were purposely trying to get me mad… We know that, right?”

“R-right…”

His hand slowly inches from your cheek down to the column of your throat as you inhale sharply; shaky pupils watching the lust pool in his eyes when he starts to slowly add pressure to the sides of your throat.

“Then why would you do it, sweetheart? Is it ‘cause your dumb ‘lil cunt gets extra wet when I fuck you like I’m punishing you? Hmm? When I use you like the cocksleeve you are?”

You let out a choked sob as the lightheadedness makes your body buzz with electricity.

“Y--hic--yes… I’m s-sorry, s--sir…”

He watches the tears bead up on your lower lash line; licking his lips when he recognizes the needy look in your eyes.

“So, let me get this straight… You wanted to go out wearing this and you wanted to flirt with people so I’d see and have to punish you, right? Did I get your little plan correct, sweetheart?”  

You feel his grip around your throat start to loosen slightly as your body slumps in his hold; your wet panties pressing right into his clothed thigh still slotted between your trembling legs.

Wonwoo scoffs; an incredulous look on his face when he feels your wetness permeating the material of his pants. “Guess I was right then.”

“Don’t give me that l-look...”

He starts to move back as he unslots his leg and reaches for your arm - dragging you to your bathroom as you yelp.

“H-hey, w-wait, the--the party!”

Wonwoo doesn’t respond; instead, he flips the light switch, pushes you up against the sink so that you’re facing the mirror, and swipes your phone from your purse before tossing the contents onto the counter next to you.

“T-that’s my p-phone!”

“And? You want me to give you your phone back? Make me. I’d like to see you try.”

You keep yourself mum - watching Wonwoo through the mirror as he fiddles with your phone for a good three minutes before he leans over your body and places it at the corner of the countertop.

And that’s when you notice it.

The camera sits open, a small red dot indicating it’s recording you and Wonwoo but only from mid-chest, downward so that your faces weren't caught. But the thing that catches you the most off guard is the fact it’s not only recording but it’s being live streamed; the title making your breath hitch.

‘my dumb lil cocksleeve who can’t help but want her slutty cunt filled.’

“You wanted to be seen and heard, didn’t you? You wanted everyone to hear me fucking you in the bathroom at the frathouse,” Wonwoo starts to unzip his pants as a gush of wetness pools in your panties, “You wanted them to know how good I give it to you… My cock pounding your tight ‘lil cunt, just how you like.”

“F--fuck! Y-yes, sir! Please, please…” You whine; already too wet and too desperate for Wonwoo to fuck you. And now knowing that it was recording, you wanted him to fuck you even faster. “Hurry, I need your cock inside m-me, right now… I’m so wet… P--please…”

“Is your dumb ‘lil cunt wet enough to take me already, slut?”

“Y-yes! Please…”

Wonwoo smirks, watching as you hurriedly lift your own dress before reaching a hand behind you and moving your panties to the side.

“S-see? My needy h-hole is ready for--for you, s-sir…”

“Good girl… Now take all of it.”

You forget the camera’s rolling.

“O-oh, god, s-sir!”

And you forget about the party, all together.

“That’s right, I wanna hear you screaming about how good I fuck you, cockslut.” Wonwoo keeps one hand locked tight into your hair and one gripping your waist; hips slamming into you from behind as you keep your hands braced on the countertop.

Your body jerks with each harsh thrust - the head of his cock tapping your cervix as you clench around him in a vice grip.

“Mmh, s-sir is fuh--fucking me so deep… He’s so b-big, it makes m-me so full…” He lifts his hand off of your waist to slap the skin of your ass as you whine and shake your hips. “H-harder, sir!”

He spanks you four more times in quick succession and you can’t even get a word out as an orgasm washes over you faster than you can stop yourself.

“Oh, f--fuck, sir!”

Your walls flutter around Wonwoo’s cock, sucking him in deeper as his grip on your hair tightens. “Stupid ‘lil slut. Cumming without my permission now? Do I have to teach you manners now too? Fucking cumming just because I spanked you a few times... So pathetic.”

Soft, hurried ‘I’m sorry’s fall from your lips as he fucks you through your orgasm - uncaring about the oversensitivity that starts to bite after the high starts to ebb away for you.

“You already had your fun so it’s my turn now, sweetheart~”

Wonwoo slides his grip from your, now, tangled hair; fingertips dancing down your spine until you feel them right next to his cock.

He takes a moment to slow down his thrusts - only to slowly ease in two digits next to his cock to make you feel even more full.

“Won---ah, s-sir…! Fuck, puh--please… I’m gonna c-cum again…” You cry out, tears smearing your makeup as your arms threaten to give out underneath you. 

He gives you a second to adjust to the fullness before he’s drawing his hips back and thrusting back into you; hips snapping into you almost as quickly as before as your entire body trembles under him.

“You’re still so tight around me, sweetheart… Even when you’re full of my cock and my fingers~” He licks his lips, cock throbbing inside of your pussy as you sob.

“Please… I--I wanna, ngh, f-feel you cum inside m-me, sir…”

“Oh? You think you deserve that?”

Biting your lip, you shake your head ‘no’ as you peer into the mirror and take in your disheveled appearance.

“So you know you don’t deserve it, huh? At least you knew that much.” Growls start to spill from his lips as he starts to chase his own high; hips pistoning into you at a harsh pace that has your entire body jerking forward and your upper half threatening to slump over into the sink. “But I’ll be nice and let you have it.”

“Th--thank, hic, you, s-sir…”

The overstimulation starts to bleed into pleasure as you cry and let yourself orgasm a second time - except this time, Wonwoo follows suit and bottoms out inside of you as he cums.

“Fuck, take all of it, you fuckin’ cumslut…” Muttering, he throws his head back as he rides out his pleasure - soft groans on his lips as your walls clamp down on him harder.

He grinds against you, cockhead snug against your cervix as he cums and you feel yourself momentarily black out just as Wonwoo’s strong arm slides from your waist to circling your midsection to keep you upright when your arms give out. 

“Mm, you should see yourself in the mirror sweetheart... You look so pretty with your makeup all messed up and your face filled with so much fuckin’ pleasure... Fuckin’ drooling from how good I fuck your dumb ‘lil cunt.” 

You come to after a few tense seconds; your breath shaky and legs feeling like jello as Wonwoo smirks at you through the mirror.

His cum drips from the gaps between his fingers and cock still deep inside your pussy; globs of it hitting the floor underneath you as he wiggles his cum-soaked fingers. 

“Glad you could join us.” 

“I’m gonna be sore for the next two weeks, Wonwoo...”

He smiles sheepishly as he spoons you from behind; soft hands gently caressing your tired body after the bath he ran for you.

“Sorry, did I get carried away?” 

You roll your eyes, cheeks warm as you stare out the window. “No, I liked it... You're so hot when you’re mad, I can’t help myself sometimes~”

The two of you share a laugh as Wonwoo brings your phone up to your faces - eyes skimming the details of the live stream you’d forgotten you were doing. He raises a brow, wondering if his glasses are blurring the text he's trying to read.

“Hey, look, it says we have $5000 in donations to claim?”

“There’s what!?”