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yxami · 10 months

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Aaaaa I’ve been having too many ideas for nsfw stuff, I didn’t mean to write so much with this one but oh well

Imagine you’re at a party with your best friend, he’s always been there through thick and thin, maybe you do have feelings for him but you’ve never once spoken up about them or even hinted at it other than a few goofy smiles on your face every-time he complimented on how you looked.

It’s impossible to even try to speak up! Especially with his bitchy girlfriend who seemed to have it out for you since day one, even though you’ve never given her any reason to worry.

That’s why you tried distancing yourself, well, tried to.

Here he was, bringing you to a party and insisting the two of you had to go and hang! You haven’t accepted any of his offers in weeks..! He was practically dying to just pop up in your house and force a hangout. The two of you were always so close after all!

So you caved, following him around in a party, it wasn’t even your environment but you decided that you weren’t going to be grumpy. You shouldn’t have completely shut him out anyways.

You held onto his hand as he led you through the busy crowds of young adults, many with red cups that must be containing strong alcohol, that would be the only reason why so many pairs of strangers were shamelessly making out.

He took you to an empty room, wanting privacy to have a chat even though a house party was hardly appropriate for a serious conversation. He just wanted to see if you were doing okay before getting drunk.

“So? Why have you been ignoring my calls and texts?” He pouted, closing and locking the door, you were glad the house had many rooms to hide in but now this didn’t seem like a thing to be glad about.

“cause.. y’know?” You looked up at him as you sat on the bed, hoping he wouldn’t make you verbally say it, his disapproving look just made you mirror his slight frown before sighing. “Cause, your girlfriend. She doesn’t like me y’know? I dunno why..” You declared your innocence.

Even though your guilty conscious told you that she had reason even if she had no proof or sights of it. You liked him. You had a big fat crush on him.

“What? Is she being a bitch to you? I’ll break up with her if she is” He let out a sigh of relief, he thought he did something majorly wrong, he was glad that it wasn’t something bad. He could get rid of his girlfriend in the matter of seconds if you so asked.

Only reason he got with her was because he needed to distract himself from his growing obsession with you. It was to the point where he wanted to be with you, every moment in each day. He couldn’t get enough of the time the two of you spent together. He became greedier and greedier with each week passing.

It started around 2 years ago and it was probably unhealthy, but he couldn’t stop himself so he decided on distracting himself instead of addressing his feelings.

“Nono, you don’t have to do that. I don’t want to get in-between the two of you” You had a worried look on your face, you didn’t want him to ruin his happiness just for yours. He was a devoted best-friend but to do that to himself and his relationship was being too loyal.

His blissful personality and morals was probably what made you like him so much in the first place.

“You’re not getting in between anything, honestly she’s been such a jealous bitch with everybody, I should’ve known she would try something with you” His fists clenched then relaxed, leaning in to reach for your face.

“I really care about you..” He held the side of your face, speaking like a lovesick boyfriend, it caused your face to heat up, he obviously didn’t mean it that way! Stop blushing stop blushing! Please stop!

He smiled when he saw how flustered you looked, finding some amusement out of such a serious talk.

“Why are you so red? Are you gonna finally confess your feelings for me?” He giggled, his teasing tone dancing around like nothing mattered other than you.

“Shut up!” You practically whined out.

“I just.. didn’t expect you to say that” You pushed his face from being so close to yours, turning to deflect the increasing tension. You really didn’t predict him to catch you off guard enough to tease even further.

“Awe, cmon lemme see that face of yours” He cooed, leaning towards you to see how you looked. You slightly pushed him with a playful laugh escaping your lips but he was determined to see the beautiful look on your face. The two of you pushed and pulled until a slip of the arm cause you to fall back with him on top of you.

Your chest rose up quickly and then slowly back down. He almost mimicked your quick breathing. He grinned at how you looked under him, needing no words to fluster you any further.

“Stop teasing me so much, you know it works everytime” You mumbled, looking away. He softly turned your face to view his, practically begging with his eyes for something you knew you wanted as well.

The way your eyes darted to scan his face before closing your eyes and pulling him towards you only excited him to greater lengths. He cupped the side of your face while he pushed his lips against yours, the heat between the two of you growing more and more.

Until the two of you gasped for air between each deep kiss shared. He put you in his lap, sitting on the edge of the bed. You leaned towards him, working your tongue inside of his mouth as he did to yours. His arm sneaked around your waist, bringing you close when he needed it. You arched with his touch on you, almost instinctively.

As you fumbled with his belt, he stood up, bringing you to the soft carpet as he helped undo his belt, you sat on your heels before shifting your weight on your knees, looking up at him with nervous eyes at his boxers showing his obvious erection.

“You don’t have to if you don’t wanna, I don’t want to do anything you wouldn’t be okay with” He pat your head, soothing the nerves you had, it practically seemed impossible not to. You loved him way too much to stop.

“I want to” You mumbled, feeling a little shy but slid down his boxers to reveal his cock. “I want to do this with you” You clarified, his cock pressing against your cheek as you rubbed it up and down with your hand.

He wanted to melt at the sight of how cute you looked, looking up at him, your puppy dog eyes filled with love and anticipation. He could die happy if he saw this view everyday.

You continued the forward and back movement as you tightened your grip, gaining the courage to lick his tip, he seemed to relish the feeling but the sensitivity made him look away with lustful blush on his face. He covered his heated face with the back of his hand, looking down at you with a shaky smile.

You knocked the breath out of his lungs when you put him inside your mouth, whimpering against the size that almost suffocated you for a second before you relaxed and started sucking him. He felt like his self control was slipping through his hands like sand. There was no way he could survive tonight without fucking you until all you could say was his name, and his only.

“Please don’t make that face” He whimpered out, trying to stop himself from thrusting forward into that sweet warm mouth of yours. “It’s too much, you’re gonna make me lose it” His large veiny hand brushed through the hair on the top of your head.

A muffled giggle escaped your mouth, your lips still wrapped around his cock as you sucked and licked every area you could. Even though it just started he could feel his thighs become jello already. He softly thrusted himself inside, trying to be as gentle as he could with his patience. He's had enough trouble over the years trying to keep himself from obsessing over you like the last drop of water in a desert.

“Fuck I love you, I can’t get enough of you” He groaned under his breath, feeling your throat tighten around his cock, he can’t even imagine the feeling of your hole doing the exact thing but suffocate him even more than now. He could feel himself losing it as your tongue still moved around to lick every spot you could reach.

His grip on your hair tightened, thrusting becoming more insistent. You pressed your hands against his thighs as you tried focusing on taking every inch available. He cooed sweet compliments as you moaned with his cock sliding against your cute little pink tongue.

“You look so pretty, so good, can you feel my dick twitching against your tongue? How I grasp onto your hair while I fuck your mouth. God.. you’re so good” He rambled, trying to praise you while the pleasure overwhelmed him.

He attempted to shove his cock as deep as possible, letting you salivate over the feeling of him using your mouth until his cock trembled for the last time against your tongue just to fill your senses of his cum. You could taste it, smell it, feel it. It was addicting how bittersweet it tasted.

You coughed once he slipped out of your mouth, swallowing his seed before he brought you up into his lap, sitting on the soft bed draped with blue sheets.

“You’re amazing baby, I’d do more with you but I don’t want your first time be here. When we get home I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk tomorrow” He was already hard thinking about all the positions he could put you in.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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7-Minutes in Heaven with Charlie Walker

warning : fluff , kissing , making out , nervousness , friends to lovers , confident reader , nervous Charlie , trying to make a move , being in a small room , mention of murder , little drinking

Charlie Walker x fem reader

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It was already night when the teenage girl arrived in her car in front of the barn. She heard the loud music through the closed doors of her car. A smile played around her lips as she reached into her small handbag and took out the lipstick. Taking off the cap, the dark red tone revealed itself, which could at least be something for the Stabathon. Almost as if she was drawing blood on her lips. Looking at herself in the small mirror in her car, she put the lipstick back before getting out of her car.

The fresh evening air was cool yet pleasant on her skin. Undoing the leather jacket a little more, she headed towards the barn. A pair of leather trousers clung to her legs, the heeled boots made her look a little taller and under the leather jacket she wore a dark red top with a wide neckline. A perfect outfit for the Stabathon.

On the way, she said hello to a few of her classmates and chatted briefly with them. Before she finally arrived inside and immediately saw the big screen.This evening is going to be more than good she thought and went in search of alcohol. A little to lighten the mood. Moving to the table, she took one of the red plastic cups before reaching for the ladle of alcohol.

Before, at the same moment, another hand wanted to take it too. ,,Oh...hey Y/n please you go first" she heard the slightly nervous but friendly voice of her friend Charlie. A friendly young guy she had been in the film club with. And maybe she had a little thing for Charlie. Cute she thought as she saw him take his hand back and a small smile curl his lips.

She saw his nervousness and how he tried to cover it up. She knew he liked her but unlike Kirby she didn't play with him. Too often she had spent time with him, met him and worked together in the film club. Too often she had flirted with him, too often she had asked him for a date, which he took as a meeting. It was almost cute how he didn't understand her flirting.

But sometimes she wished he would dare to be honest. She put her cup in his hand, making sure her fingers touched his before she smiled and poured him some of the alcohol. ,,Here you go," she said and saw him looking at the cup in his hand, almost astonished. ,,Thank you," he said and hastily took a first sip. ,,No problem," she waved him off and took a cup herself before pouring herself the alcohol.

The drink wasn't too strong, but it didn't have to be. It did what it was supposed to. ,,Come on, I'll show you a good seat," she heard him say before he walked towards the stage and gave her a seat in the front row. ,,You can see everything best from here," he said and watched her sit down with a sigh.

Sliding a little on the chair and pretending to evaluate it, she looked at him scrutinisingly. ,,Yep, that's a good seat," she finally said and saw him smirk. Before she saw his friend Robbie arrive behind Charlie. ,,Hey Y/n is it alright if I interrupt you two lovers and borrow him, the movie is about to start" he said and she saw Charlie looking at his friend with disgust.

But it was nothing new, everyone knew the film club leader had a thing for her. ,,Take him, Charlie, I'll see you," she said, swaying slightly after him before she couldn't help but smile. A few moments later she listened to Charlie and Robbie talking before she offered the former a seat next to her, to which he was almost pushed by his friend. Sitting down next to her, she saw him give her a small ,,Thanks" before his attention turned to the film.

Something she also liked about him was his interest in films. How he could talk for hours about his favourite films, was happy to be listened to and also knew his stuff. He was a true film nerd. She too turned to the staff films and concentrated on them. She knew the films as good as by heart, the usual jumpscares and how the individual victims died.

Only one jumpscare always made her wince - it was like being jinxed. Despite knowing the film, she flinched again when the killer suddenly jumped out of the darkness. Wincing, she unconsciously reached beside her and held onto Charlie's arm for a moment. ,,Sorry, I get scared at this scene every time," she admitted and slowly let go of his arm. But she had felt his touch.

How he had put his own hand on hers for a moment to tell her that everything was alright. ,,No problem," he murmured and gave her a comforting smile. Watching the film, some time passed before the events seemed to come to a head. Ghostface appeared before the sheriff arrived shortly afterwards with the police in tow.

She also made a quick getaway before being reunited with Charlie outside. ,,That was exciting," she said, slightly out of breath after what felt like too much running around and still feeling some anxiety. ,,If you'd like to come, well, we were going to continue the party at Kirby's. Do you want to come too?" he asked her suddenly as more students were walking out around them. Finally a try she thought and was happy. ,,Yeah, sure, I can give you a lift to Kirby's. Come on," she said and took him by the hand before pulling him behind her. She opened his car and got in before she started the car and drove off.

Every now and then she looked over at him. He had his arms crossed and looked uncertainly back and forth between the surroundings, her car and her. ,,Are you cold?" she asked and saw him move his fingers towards the regulator. ,,A little," he murmured and she turned on the heater. ,,Relax, it'll warm up in a minute," she said and smiled at him briefly before focusing on the road again.

The drive didn't take long and soon they had reached Kirby's house. Getting out and walking behind him, they were a little surprised to find the door open, but just walked in. ,,There you two are, huh?" came the confused question from Jill as she expected to see two people instead of apparently just Charlie.

Jill, Kirby, Trevor and Robbie were already gathered around the coffee table and seemed to be waiting for Charlie. ,,I invited her", the brown-haired man said and tried to ignore the knowing looks of his friends. The others made some room and while Robbie and Trevor each sat on one of the chairs, Jill and Kirby moved a little to the side.

Charlie sat down next to Y/n and Robbie handed him a bottle of whiskey, which he declined and took an energy drink from the freezer. Instead, Y/n took the bottle and took a sip.That's strong, she thought as she took the bottle from her lips. ,,Well, now it's getting interesting, let's play seaven minutes in heaven!" Kirby announced happily, and it was a mix of cheering and sighing sounds. They took an empty bottle before spinning it and the game began. And it seemed to go haywire.

First up were Kirby and Robbie, with more of a loud argument going on inside than anything else. Jill and Trevor couldn't have been quieter, though she thought she might have heard a kiss before Jill had gone out. Robbie had a grin on his lips as he came out of the cupboard with Trevor.

Before the bottle landed on Y/n and Charlie. ,,Yay, now it's getting interesting, get it, tiger," cheered Robbie, who was already well drunk. Charlie gave him the middle finger before disappearing into the cupboard with her.

As expected, it was not particularly spacious. She felt that her hair was already touching the ceiling because of her boots. But Charlie also had to get used to the new surroundings. But she could only guess, because she could only see his facial features and appearance dimly. The light coming through the slits in the door was not much but it had to be sufficient. Because of the narrowness, she had automatically tried to make room for herself and leaned one hand against the wall next to his head.

While he tried to make himself as small as possible. He's giving me his space, she thought, and she found his cuteness ever sweeter. ,,I probably shouldn't have worn boots" she tried to lighten the mood and heard the short ,,Yeah, I guess" from Charlie. She had hardly ever seen him this nervous before, but she didn't really feel any different.

She wanted to finally confess something to him, or at least help him confess his feelings for her, but how? Her free hand slid to the zipper on her leather jacket and pulled it down. ,,What are you doing?" he asked immediately and she saw his eyes go to her now visible bosom. The look and the blush on his cheeks was not lost on her. ,,Isn't it a bit warm in here?" she asked innocently and playfully fanned herself.

Almost defeated, he let his gaze slide downwards and played nervously with his fingers. ,,I-you-we-," she heard him say after a moment of sudden silence. I dare you she thought hopefully and came slightly closer to him. But he seemed to fall silent again before she slowly slid her free hand to his. ,,Say it...I'm sure it's something good" she murmured and took his hand in hers.

Slowly, not breaking eye contact, she brought his hand closer and closer to her lips. ,,So...well" he began and almost gasped in surprise as she placed a kiss on the back of his hand and her lips left a slight imprint. ,,Very good...and continue" she praised and kissed each finger as he spoke. ,,W-Well I...since we're here I wanted to...tell you something" he stammered and she felt the slight twitch in his hand as she placed his on her cheek and signalled him to leave it there.

Slowly she let her other hand slide to a strand of his hair. Let it roll back and forth between her fingers. Careful not to break eye contact. ,,So what?" she asked quietly with an encouraging little smile. ,,I-" he began and looked down again, his nervousness seeming to take over. But she took his hand from her cheek and held it gently before stroking his knuckles quietly.

Her other hand released the strand of his hair and moved gently under his chin. Before she practically forced him to lift his gaze again. ,,Just say it," she whispered, and they were only a few centimetres apart. ,,I...love you," he finally managed to say and blushed. But immediately her lips were on his and she wrapped him in a kiss.

She felt him surprise as his hand lightly squeezed hers and his other hand went to her side and held on. He had finally dared. ,,I've loved you too, Charlie, for so long," she admitted as she pulled away, blushing a little herself. A smile was on his lips when he heard this and relief but also pride and joy swung in his gaze.

This time it was he who engaged her in a kiss and even pulled her closer in a moment of determination. It was the best moment of her life. ,,Well, you two, the seven minutes are long gone!" they suddenly heard Kirby shout as the door opened and a barrage of cameras filmed them hastily moving apart. ,,This is going to be a hit right away!" she heard Robbie say and saw Jill smirk. ,,Finally," she heard Trevor mutter and she looked at Charlie, unable to help laughing.

His lips were the same shade of red as hers, competing with his cheeks. ,,Okay guys, that's enough gapping," she playfully reprimanded and promptly closed the door again to hide from the cameras. Before she suddenly heard a giggle from Charlie too. Before he sought her gaze and gave her an affectionate grateful smile before engaging her in another kiss.

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cebwrites · 10 months

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Hey dude! How you doing?

I've been around a while and it's taken me a bit of guts to ask but like

I'm a bit of a short guy you know? I was wondering if you'd be okay with me asking if you could write something..maybe between Sanji and a short dude?

I can never find anything with short guys and you're like.. a gold mine lmao

Have a nice day bro ✌️ thanks if you do thanks still if ya don't 👊

a/n: how i'm doing is exploding from your sweet ask, this is so cute!! goldmine aaaa you flatter me anon 🥺🥺💞💓💖 from one short king to another, i've got your back bro 🤝💖

with a short boyfriend (Sanji)

masc reader, flaming bi sneej under the cut word count: 0.6k

He was a tad hesitant to admit it at first, wanting to seem "cool and aloof" enough to maintain whatever image he thought lived in your head, but he loves having a short boyfriend

You're short enough to rest his chin on your head as you do the dishes, perfect for him to scoop into his arms and descend on you with a flurry or kisses, you look angelic to him when his clothes hang just a little bit over your knees, you're pocket-sized even!

Okay, maybe he's letting himself get a little carried away with that last point, but point is he's so damn in love with you and Sanji will literally find anything and everything about you to fawn over down to the minute detail

He loves picking things off high shelves for you, even if you do give him a look afterwards and your staircase is right there, but what he loves even more is picking you up and putting you on the counter to watch him fuss over a pot of something warm for the crew

On at least one occasion though, the two of you got a little carried away with snogging by the stove that neither noticed the burning smoke until Franky's sprinkler system doused everything in 17 gallons of water - you were spared most of the chewing out but Franky and Sanji argued for weeks over the ruined spices

Of course none of the cooing and cawing is meant to undermine or infantilize you, the last thing Sanji wants to do is insult his own damn lover, he's just full of too much affection than he knows what to do it - so if you ask him to tone it down a smidge or stop (specifically about your size) he'll respect your wishes

There isn't a single treasure in the world, not even the All Blue itself, that could convince him to stop him from showering his love for you as a whole, however, that's simply who he is as a person

Although, it'd be misleading to say that Sanji wasn't more intrigued by your feats of strength - however grand or mundane, physical or emotional - and that he didn't want to kyaaaa~!!! on the sidelines when you pulled off a particularly cool move

Sparring against Zoro or Robin, his cheers for her pale in comparison to the "__-SWAN~!!"s you get tossed your way (although she does get her fair share of compliments)

As much as Sanji likes cuddling you in his lap, you make him feel just as fluttery and fruity when you pull him into yours - kissing along the line of his back, his shoulder blades, pressing sweet purrs of compliments against the shell of his ear while you grip such strong, muscular thighs

You tell him as much about your adoration for them, too

Sanji couldn't wish for a partner he loved more than you, he wants to spend all the time he can with you and plant as many "embarrassing" smooches on your forehead when you walk by or hang around him in the kitchen as you'll allow

It was fine at first, endearing even, but once Sanji started wearing lipstick on and off the obvious marks front and center on your face were at least a little (a lot) tease-worthy from the rest of the crew

But you let him get away with it and never stay mad too long - especially when he gives you his patented soggy babygirl expression, pouty lip and all - because you love that man more than light itself and you'll admit that it's still a bit cute, at least

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venuscrashed · 10 months

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Class 1-A x flirty reader

18 plus blogs DNI

He hated you at first, you wet just some extra trying to be a hero. But when you openly flirted him…you were teasing him weren’t you.

He would always try to get you to lose or beat you up.

It went like that for the first half of the semester. It didn’t change until you beat you him, or well tied with him.

Bakugou was flying after you, the rest of these extras weren’t worth his time. He just needed to beat you then he’ll care about the rest. Oh what he would to see you in last place.

“Geez Kats, I knew I made you feel something but running after me? That’s something I wouldn’t think you would do.”

“ SHUT UP AND DIE!”

With a smirk in you face you jumped up and tackled him to the floor.

He never forgot the fight but he actually started treating you like a human being.

He would tell you to stop flirting with, him but he loves it.

If he sees you flirt with someone else he’s killing then. Simple as that.

But that also made him realize that he likes you. And he’ll confess but will also get teased by everyone else in the class.

When you win a fight he just smirks and shows off to everyone.

“Bakugou clam down we know you got them!”

“Shut up weird hair! You’re just jealous.”

He was taken aback when you flirted with him on the first day. He was just trying to tell you to sit properly when you made an…inappropriate comment. It took him a few minutes before he told you to not flirt at school and pay attention to your study’s.

He’ll always tell you to pay attention and you always flirt back.

Can’t help but to feel bad when you flirt with someone else.

He finally confessed when you were both at the dorms.

You opened your dorm room to see Iida standing there. You smirked and leaned against the door frame, watching him get flustered.

“[Name], I ask you to go out with me in a romantic way and that I’ll treat you right. With your parents permission of course.

Still lectures you on flirting in class.

He secretly enjoys it so you two can study together.

If you fall behind in class he’ll help you!

He has no doubt that you would lose a fight, he knows you! Even if you lose you two can go on a training date.

Though that’s how normal people talked.

But quickly figures out that you’re flirting.

Once she finds out she’ll buy you expensive gifts. That’s her way of flirting.

Get flustered all the time but will go along with it.

“You know Momo…I don’t really need these gifts.”

Her smile dropped at that. Did you not like it, did you not like her?

“It’s a gift just seeing you everyday”

Blushing mess 24/7

Will help you with everything

Basically your housewife. She cooks, helps you study, help you fight.

Hates going up against you in fights, she doesn’t want to hurt you.

Aziawa was announcing the teams for todays fighting lessons. “Team 3 against team 9.”

Momo froze. She doesn’t want to fight you nor does she want to see you hurt. Although, she’s doesn’t want her grade to suffer…oh no.

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arkytiorwrites · 1 year

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Flirting

Tony Stark x Reader

Short and sweet (because as far as I know, no one has flirted with me. Unless I really am that oblivious).

"How's my favorite artist in the world?” asked Tony as he entered the studio of his latest mad impulses.

He'd gotten an earful from Potts after she’d found out about Y/N Y/L/N. Yet somehow, the lovely, witty, sarcastic to the point of pure saltiness, twenty-seven-year-old was worth it.

“Depends on whether I get this shading right. If it goes well, I'm on top of the world. If it doesn't, I'm killing myself” you grumbled from where you were hunched over at your desk.

Coming up behind you, Tony saw what your current project was.

“Is that me?” he asked, a delighted grin creeping onto his face.

"I draw a portrait of all my patrons. You're the only one I've had any fun with,” you confessed, still focused on your work.

“I’m flattered. You ever done a self-portrait?” Tony inquired curiously.

"Nah, it'd just make me never wanna look in a mirror again.”

“You’d just be unable to capture every last ounce of beauty,” Tony argued with a teasing smile.

"What ever you say, Boss," you snorted as you reached for a blending stick.

Tony could only stare in astonishment as his blatant flirting went straight over the artist's head. Had you been living under a rock before they met?

It wasn't until after the billionaire had left and you replayed your conversation in your head, did his comment finally register.

“Wait. Was. Was he . . . flirting with me?" you asked aloud in pure bewilderment. "STARK! GET BACK HERE, I HAVE QUESTIONS!!!"

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that-gay-guy-from-hell · 1 year

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Student and Teacher: Vergil x G/N Reader

Summary: Fight lessons from a certain blue devil.

Beginning Notes: If you haven’t already, please check out Vergil’s H/Cs for his outfit; otherwise, some of this won’t make sense. Bokken are wooden practice swords; in this fic, they are in the Tachi style (since I think that’s what Yamato is?? I don’t know much about sword specifics). Vergil uses the red oak to handicap himself--since they are heavy and break easier. ⚔️🤲⚔️ Vergil x G/N reader Fluff?? I think?? Sexual undertones between the two of you, which you primarily drive.

INSPIRED BY: Devil May Cry Drabble Challenge, Chapter 3--By: EmpressRhiannon

A small grunt left your lips as you fell face-first into the dirt, earning a small mouth full of the dusty substance. With a small huff of a laugh, you tried to stand back up, however, a heavy boot pushed you right back down.

"Ugh. Come on," you felt him dig his heel harder into your back, "Just let me up."

"You think the enemy will care if you ask them to obey you?" you could practically hear his hubris as he continued to grind his boot against your back, knowing damn well you were going to feel that in the morning, before slowly removing it.

"No,” you sat up and knelt with your butt resting on your heels, “but they would've put me out of my misery by now."

"Is that what you want?" Vergil stood behind you and placed a sheathed Yamato against your throat "To die?"

You knew that it was dumb but you weren’t just going to let him be so prideful. So, you knocked your head back into Vergil’s body… hitting him right in the nuts. The blue devil jolted back with a grunt and removed Yamato from your neck. Over the years, Vergil had become relatively numb to pain, so it wasn’t that it hurt per se but he didn’t expect it. With intense irritation, Vergil shoved you back down and flipped you over to face him, pinning your wrists above you.

His eyes narrowed as he let out a low growling grumble, “Fighting dirty won’t work on me, I assure you.”

“Wha-” embarrassment shot across your face as you wriggled against his grip, “I didn’t- I hit you- There?”

“Where else would you have hit?”

“I don’t know,” you pursed your lips and whispered with a small concern, “You alright?”

He raised a brow, “Do you think I am that weak?”

“What- no!” you shook your head, “I mean if I got hit like that, pretty sure that would hurt.”

“Hmph,” he broke off his stare and stood upright, “I am fine. I believe that is enough for today.”

You sat on your butt and had one knee up where you rested a forearm, “Oh come on one more round?”

Vergil’s eyes slowly panned down to you.

“Please?” you pouted slightly.

A small sigh left his lips as he mindlessly adjusted his coat.

With a small grunt, you stood up, “What?”

“Overworking yourself won’t make you improve faster,” he folded his arms.

You laughed a bit, “I’m just barely warmed up, Vergil. Besides,” quickly you dusted off your lower half, not noticing that Vergil was watching you, “We haven’t even touched any swordsmanship stuff.”

“Last time we did that,” he sighed, “everything I told you went over your head. I don’t think that you should start with me; perhaps Nero or Dante could--”

“I already tried them both and neither of them taught me anything new. I even asked Trish, but she won’t train me.”

“Is that right?” Vergil smirked a bit as he watched your puppy-eyed pout and, as per usual, he couldn’t help but cave, “Fine, stay here a moment,” the blue devil made a portal using Yamato and stepped through, leaving you alone.

Now alone, you looked around with a small frown. You had agreed to let the DMC crew use your backyard as a training area; which was greatly appreciated by everyone, however, your lawn was far from happy with the arrangement.

As you overlooked your war-torn grass, you noticed some small colorful spots a dozen or so feet away. Your curiosity got the better of you and you decided to meander over to it, having nothing better to do.

In a small undisturbed patch of grass, there were countless crocus flowers of all colors; white, yellow, orange, and a single purple one.

With a groan, you leaned forwards and carefully picked the lone purple flower.

“What are you doing?”

“Hm?” you stood up and turned to see that Vergil had returned with two bokkens in hand; one white oak, one red oak.

He strutted towards you, “What are you doing?” a small curious tilt adorned his brow.

“Oh! Here,” you smiled and cautiously reached out to the blue devil, moving his coat off to the side a bit, “Got something for you,” he watched you as you carefully tucked the flower into the chest pocket of his vest.

Vergil chuckled softly with a barely-there smile and locked eyes with you, “You picked me a flower?”

Your face became flush once more as you tripped over your words, “I know that- that it is kinda… childish… But I thought-"

“It is a nice gesture,” he had returned to his usual expressionless stare, “especially after hitting me where you did.”

You laughed slightly, unsure if he was upset about it or not.

Vergil held out the white bokken, “Shall we begin?”

Eagerly, you grabbed the weapon and followed him back to the open area from earlier. The blue devil removed his coat. He tossed it off to the side where he had placed Yamato.

The two of you crouched in a starting stance, however, Vergil stood right back up. Before you could question, he walked over to you and pushed your leg down with the end of his sword.

“Too stiff,” he then pushed your far shoulder back, “If we are going to spar then at least make this worth my time.”

With a small shake of your head and a roll of your eyes, you waited for him to return to his starting spot. A smug smirk tugged at his lips as he stared sharply at you, telling you he meant business.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to start destroying the lawn further. You had gotten a few good hits on the blue devil; given he had done the same and you had several welts starting to form. Vergil had to hold back, for obvious reasons; which left the two of you at the same level. A small huff left your lips as you folded your arms, showing that you were done.

“Done already?” Vergil stopped only a mere foot or so from you, “All that fuss for less than ten minutes?”

“Actually,” you pursed your lips in thought then slowly smiled, “I have a request, just for today.”

“I’m listening.”

“Vergil, I want to have a real match.”

“In what regard; if you are asking for me to use Yamato-”

You shook your head, “No, I’m not that insane.”

“Then what?”

“I want you to stop holding back,” you approached him and stood directly in front of him.

The eldest twin looked away from you and gave a rough, almost insulting, chuckle, “Do you have a death wish?”

“Come on,” you gently grabbed his bicep, “please?”

He eyed you up and down, mindlessly playing with his teeth and tongue. Vergil shook his head and sighed, “You won’t defeat me.”

“True, but,” you gave him a shy smile and shrug, “I want to feel you in your entirety,” you gave him a playful flirtatious wink.

After a minute in thought, he sighed quietly, “Fine,” in an oddly careful and gentle manner, Vergil removed your hand from his arm, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Wanderer.”

You flashed him a wide smile and moved back to your starting spot--him doing the same. Admittedly, you were semi-terrified at the notion of how hard this was going to be. Sure, you’ve fought Dante and Nero at their finest, but Vergil’s a completely different ballpark.

Instantly the blue devil vanished and you did a shoulder roll; dodging his attack. Springing up to your feet, you saw Vergil standing there with an oddly patronizing look of superiority adorning his features.

“Come on- is that all you’ve got old man?” you smirked at him, doing your best to stay serious; otherwise he would stop the fight.

With a small cocky tilt to his brow, he disappeared. You pivoted around and blocked his attack; however, because of the strength difference, you ended up flying back and landing on your ass. Quickly, you moved to kneel and defended against him. The two of you locked into a hold with him pushing down against you. Unsure how to break this, you decided to lunge forwards with your leg--dropping into the splits--and wrapped around his leg. Although you were trying to get him to collapse, you ended up using him as a pivot point and sliding through his legs.

Up on your feet again, you decided to try some offense, which went as well as you could expect. You couldn’t even touch him. He teleported right after you swung since it gave him a small opening. A startled grunt left your lips as you felt an arm wrap around your middle and his bokken against your throat. He pulled your back snugly against him and kept your arm pinned to your middle.

Although it was an enjoyable position, you weren’t going to lose that easily. With all the force you could manage, you knocked your head back into his. You knew it was stupid and that Vergil is a lot stronger than you. However, the eldest twin released you in confusion at your brash action.

Breaking away for only a moment, you threw your weapon at him and hit him square in the chest; which distracted him and allowed you to tackle him at the hips. You had him pinned for a brief moment as the two of you tussled; inevitably, however, Vergil flipped you over. Unable to fight your laughter anymore, you let out a hearty laugh and were shocked when Vergil let out a full laugh as well.

However, once this died down a small warmth found its way to your face as you looked up at the Dark Slayer. His hair had fallen slightly in front of his face and he was staring you down. The longer the two of you stayed, the darker your blush became.

Although you’d always stolen glances when you could, you’d never had the opportunity to examine his features. How he had light frown wrinkles permanently upon his brow, even though his expression was relaxed. The way his lips were slightly parted with a small happy tug at the corners and were tantalizingly close to yours. You were watching the plethora of colors in his irises when he finally said something barely audible.

“Gotcha,” a warm smile spread across his features making his eyes crinkle just a bit at the edges.

Your eyes widened; not only because of the odd remark but because of the very uncharacteristic expression.

His brow twitched in disappointment at your reaction and his smile faded, “Sorry,” Vergil stood and stuck out a hand to help you up. Which you gladly took, however, you weren’t done yet.

You pushed him back down and pinned him again. In an instinctive reaction, Vergil’s hand shot upwards and he grabbed your neck, hard. A sputtering grunting moan left your lips as you playfully returned the action--much softer than him, that is.

Vergil used his other hand to push you back over and returned to pinning you like before. His hand, however, never left your throat.

Before you could ask why he left it, the blue devil reapplied pressure to your throat; making you repeat the same noise as prior.

He raised a brow and whispered, “Do you find that enjoyable?"

With a smug grin, you matched his volume in return, “Maybe.”

“Hmm,” he gave you a smirk in return and gave your throat a gentle squeeze.

“Ngh,” you gave him a half-lidded look, “Harder.”

Vergil gave you a confused and almost concerned look.

“Come on,” you smiled and lightly teased, “Or is that all you’ve got?”

A sharp gasp left your lips as he clenched his fingers tightly around your throat. He leaned down and whispered right into your ear, “Like that?”

“Y-yeah,” your breathing was uneven and laced with heavy lust.

Another harsh squeeze, which made you let out a louder groan and arch your body; pushing yourself against him.

“To think you were the same person that picked me a flower merely a half hour ago,” Vergil leaned up a bit to watch your face as he constricted your neck again, “I didn’t take you to be one to find pleasure in such perverse actions; especially not from me.”

“Hah,” your face was beyond flushed, “If you only knew half of the things I want you to do to me, Vergil.”

Instantly, his face was bright red at your words, “I- I beg your pardon?”

“Uh,” you began to panic, “Nevermind- Just forget what I-”

You were cut off by a very unsure set of plush lips against yours. As quick as they connected to you, Vergil’s lips departed and he stood up.

“Hey-” you sat up and pouted slightly, “Why’d you get up?”

He didn’t respond, rather, Vergil’s eyes shyly met with yours.

With a grunt, you stood up and grabbed his hand, “That was a crappy first kiss, ya know? I didn’t even get to enjoy it…”

A light pink dusted Vergil’s face as he let out a meek laugh and turned from your gaze.

You used your other hand to turn his face back towards you. After a small pause, you slowly placed your lips against his again as your thumb gently caressed his cheekbone. It was short and sweet. The two of you shared a warm smile as you stayed with your foreheads touching.

Vergil moved his free hand to your hip and kissed you again. This time it was longer and more confident. Your hand moved down to the side of his neck then to his shoulder, then to his bicep where you held him. It was as passionate as it was gentle. He was nervous, that much was obvious; however, the overwhelming feeling of love from him overtook that part. Cautiously, you let go of the hand that was intertwined with his and moved it up his arm and then to his chest. Both of his hands were placed on your hips and he was kneading into you with his fingertips.

The two of you broke from the kiss only to return not a moment later. Vergil’s confidence increased with every passing second as he moved his lips more and more. He gently bit at your lips, asking to enter your mouth; which you allowed him to do. His tongue was hot against the inside of your mouth. You could practically feel his giddiness about this; about finally being able to touch you in such a manner. Vergil moved his hands to the small of your back and kneaded against you.

A small hiss left your lips as you jerked against him.

Concerned, he broke from the kiss, “Are you alright?”

“Bad spot on my back,” you laughed quietly, “Someone dug their boot into me there…”

“Oh,” his hands moved down to your ass and rested there, “How’s that?”

“Mmm, better,” you leaned against his forehead and placed your nose beside his, “Hey, Vergil?”

“Hm?”

“Can I make a request?” A playful smirk tugged at your lips.

“I’m listening,” he pulled you closer to him.

“I want you to stop holding back,” your voice was laced with both nervousness and lust, which made the blue devil chuckle.

“Do you have a death wish?”

“I want to feel you in your entirety,” you placed a slow kiss against his lips and felt him shudder slightly.

“Fine,” he moved to rest the side of his face against yours and huskily whispered into your ear, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Wanderer.”

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hyperfixationhopper · 2 years

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c,,,can you do revenant x male reader headcanons?

giggling.... VERY LOUDLY RN ILY anyways

did i get a little carried away? fuck yes

allllsoooooo i may or may not have left it at a cliffhanger bc I maaayyyy have an idea for a series. its probable that this piece will be disregarded if I do continue with a series, some of the things I've written conflict with how I'm thinking I want it to go and tbh I don't rlly wanna go back and revise it lol. so if I do make the series, disregard this pls lmao I'm gonna rewrite this but in a proper format and more serious anyways lol ty anon for sparking this idea :)

pls tell me if I made a mistake with Icelandic, I'm still learning and going off of memory rn lmao

anyways

-i feel like the the most probable way you two would meet is if you're a legend in the games

-and even then, you'd have to be pretty remarkable for Rev to notice you

-but being remarkable is for LOSERS

-The victory party held by Mirage for your, Mirage's, and Bloodhound's win was.. not your scene, to say the least.

-(In your opinion, you didn't even deserve to be at the party, Hound did most of the work, and you felt even Eliott did more than you did, as much as they would like to argue otherwise. All in all, it was a lucky win, at most.)

-The loud music, strobe lights and smoke were quite overwhelming. The only thing keeping you from leaving was the nice drinks, and quiet conversations with Bloodhound, who understood your discomfort, and wished to alleviate it the best they could. (i want bloodhound to be my best friend tbh)

-You let Hound know you were going to go top up your drink, stood up, and walked to the bar

-You were a little tipsy, since either this drink was incredibly strong, or your alcohol tolerance was incredibly low

-So of course, you were stumbling a little bit.

-As you walked to the bar, you were stopped in your tracks rather abruptly, as you had walked into an odd metal pole of some sort, wearing a red headscarf, and a questionable red loincloth, it had shoulder pads as well, including some other robotic things on its body, yellow eyes piercing through you, seemingly analyzing your features. It was difficult to discern what was paint and what was blood.

-wait what the fuck

-poles dont have shoulder pads, silly!

-as you examined the pole a little more you realized, said pole was in fact not a pole, and one of the simulacrum legends, Revenant, the homicidal assassin who seemed to enjoy killing a bit too much.

-wait holy shit

-The first thought racing through your head was probably something along the lines of;

-HOLY FUCKING SHIT IM FUCKING DEAD OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHI

-...

-something like that

-"Oh fuck- uhh I'm so sorry uh" The words making a sprint to escape your mouth, in case you had just received a death sentence, which, let's be honest, you probably did.

-He merely grumbled something incoherent, looked you up and down, pushed past you and continued walking, drink in hand.

-Had you done something wrong? Does he hate you? Anxiety filled your body, and self loathing thoughts began to flood your head. Was this irrational? Absolutely. He seems to hate everyone. Of course, you'd be no different. What could possibly make you different from the others to make you worth his time? Hell, what made you worth anyone's time?

-You did feel bad, you were going to make it up to him, you owed him that much, even if all you did was walk into him. But how would you do it? You heard he likes strong alcohol. Maybe that? You walked up to the bar and asked for the strongest alcohol they had.

-You heard boots behind you, "Bless, felagi fighter. I witnessed what happened, are you alright?" Bloodhound sounded a little worried, they placed a hand on your shoulder, checking you for any sign of.. well anything. Sure, they knew you could hold your own, they were your best friend after all. But this is Revenant we're talking about here, even the great hunter is an equal, at most to the simulacrum. Suddenly you felt eyes on you.

-"Oh, yeah, I'm alright." You grabbed the drink as the bartender placed the dark liquid in front of you. Bloodhound eyed you suspiciously.

-"You do not drink liquor of that intensity." They sighed, realizing your intent. "You... cannot possibly be thinking of trying to apologize to the beast, no?" They were obviously were hoping they were wrong, and you were just being adventurous, even if that adventure will have your head pounding and you laying in bed all of the next day.

-Alas, the tracker was correct. They were smart, you'll give them that.

-"... No...?" They sighed once more at your fruitless attempt at a lie. "I.. cannot stop you, no. But be careful, friend. I will be watching from afar in case something happens, Artur as well." You chuckled a bit at their concern. "I think I'll be alright, but thank you." They paused a moment, before they retracted their hand from your shoulder. "May the God's bless you, I will see you soon." They walked away after that.

-They cared so much it hurt you. You couldn't possibly be worth their time, could you?

-You shook it off, and turned around and began walking to where Revenant was seated. He was far from the crowd, seems he's not a party type of guy. Neither are you, so at least you have something decent in common. You greeted Mirage as you walked by, he was incredibly social tonight, more so than usual.

-"Heeeyy champion! How've you been!" He was too friendly for you, definitely. You'll still humor him though. "Hey! I'm alright, you know me, not a party guy." You fake laughed to relieve tension, luckily he's none the wiser to your façade. "Good, good. Hey man, I thought you didn't drink alcohol that strong, or you just trying something new?" Thank fuck he gave you an easy out. "Haha, yeah. Figured being a lightweight was boring." He laughed and shot finger guns at you before leaving and continuing to dance with the others.

-You didn't even have to look to know Bloodhound was amused and probably laughing at your awkwardness. They didn't even have to hear you to know you were nervous as shit. You looked at them, low and behold, their body was definitely enough proof to know they were laughing. You rolled your eyes, and pushed on.

-Revenants arms were crossed, and his left leg was crossed over his right, his now empty drink on the side table beside him. His eyes followed you, they were less threatening than they were before, but he still emit enough of a fearful aura for you to be a little worried for yourself.

-"I uh, I got you another drink, as an apology, I didn't mean to walk into you like that, I'm sorry." He grunted a bit, he seemed amused that you'd go so far just to apologize. Nonetheless, he took it from you when you held it out to him. "Heh, thanks skinsuit." He finished it in a single swig. He was being oddly nice, maybe he was wasted as hell?

-"Huh, you've got taste. This isn't that bad." he admired the glass before setting it down next to his previous drink. "Oh, I just picked something that looked strong, um, lucky guess, I suppose?" He hummed in approval, not breaking eye contact for even a second. You, on the other hand, your eyes were darting around everywhere, unsure of where to look. He seemed amused.

-"I uh, guess I'll be goi-" Suddenly he was stern. "Sit, skinbag." You quickly made your way to the only chair in close proximity, which just happened to be the one just left of him.

-This is gonna be a long night.

-Not much conversation was made, unsurprisingly enough.

-Though he'd say something every now and then mocking one of the other legends, like how Wraith is being emo at the bar alone, or how Pathfinder was just kind of standing there, giving a thumbs up. You did genuinely laugh and agree each time. You both just watched the crowd in a comfortable silence.

-He was suspiciously not threatening to kill you, he was even being nice, in his own way. This is fucking weird.

-Bloodhound did keep their word, and looked over often. Them and Revenant seemed to glare at each other often, was there some sort of rivalry going on here? You weren't to familiar with all the legends' relationships with each other, other than the obvious ones, Revenant and Loba hating each other, and you get that, she's had a bit of a manipulative streak, and has stolen multiple of your possessions. As well as Loba and Valkrie flirting all the time, You've talked to Kairi a few times, she's confident and kind, she's cool.

-He let out a low, almost animalistic growl. "The hunter, what's their problem." It came out more like a demand than a question. "O-Oh, uh, they're a close friend-" He cut you off, the sternness returning from before. "That's not what I asked, skinsuit." He looked down at you, he glared. You couldn't read him at all. "They uh, want to make sure I'm safe." You looked away, embarrassed you blew their cover. His demeanor changed nearly instantly. He laughed, "Make sure you're safe?! Hah! Even if I wanted to hurt you, they can't do shit." He threw his head back and chuckled. Good lord he was getting a kick out of this- Wait, he didn't want to hurt you? Your face flushed a little at the thought, the guy who seemed to want to skewer anything that moved didn't want to put a knife through your skull? Unlikely, but possible. He was probably just hammered out of his mind. "You're blushing. Ooh~ did I strike a nerve?" His voice was so low, nearly seductive- Is he flirting??? God it sounds like it. Why is he so friendly with you?? Suddenly you feel the slightest bit of confidence. "You, the homicidal robot, are quite talkative, have I perhaps struck your interest?" God the fucking balls on you, dude, you regret it almost immediately, but hold your ground. Bloodhound is watching all of it, they seem intrigued. You noticed Wraith glance over, mildly interested. Perhaps the voices told her something?

-Revenant hummed almost seductively, pulling your attention back to him. "Mmm.. Where's your sense of self-preservation? Or perhaps you've forgotten who I am?" He's leaning over you now, He lifts his hand up, his index finger transforming into a sharp blade. He raises his had to your cheek, dragging his index finger down it, almost in a possessive way, his eyes staring deep into yours. you were almost cowering beneath him, you were slightly afraid, but you held your ground.

-"I would not do that if I were you, anðskoti." Bloodhound had silently made their way behind him, their axe and knife drawn positioned so one swift movement and the simulacrum's head would be severed. Renee had followed them, kunai drawn in a defensive manner as she stood behind them, as backup. She was another close friend of yours, albeit not as close as Bloodhound, she cared for your wellbeing too. Luckily, this place was secluded enough so attention was not drawn to any of you. Surprisingly, Revenant merely chuckled. He stared at you for a moment, "I'll see you later, skinsuit." before walking away.

-What the hell is happening??

#revenant x male reader #revenant apex #revenant x reader #cocky motherfucker!!#flirty bitch!!#anyways #god this is so bad I'm sorry </3

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jayybugg · 1 month

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nurse

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ghost avoids you but it's not what you think.

Warning: Slight Time Skips, Kinda Asshole Ghost?, Smut (18+), Use of Y/N, Language (?).

Word Count: 4.6K

Note: Now, I know in my master list I said that right now I would only be writing for the Slytherin Boys......but I have spiraled back into my Call of Duty, specifically Ghost. Now this is just an experiment, I don't know how this will go over but if you guys like it then maybeeee I'll post my other fandom fics that I have.

Also! This is a birthday gift for my beautiful gem, @slytherinslut0 , so everyone thank her and wish her a happy birthday. As always, @cafekitsune is on the banner.

Taskforce 141 didn’t pay any attention when they were told that they would have a new nurse on the base. They assumed it would be another male, just like everyone who got employed here.

So, only one could imagine their shock when the base’s doctor, Dr. Moscaw, introduced a pretty little thing like you to the team.

“This is Y/N. She will work under me. Your first point of contact for anything medical-wise.” Moscaw spoke, “Don’t go scaring her off, boys.”

There were grumbles and protests as Dr. Moscaw left you with the team. You cleared your throat as you gave them all a nervous smile. All their eyes were on you, surveying you almost like prey. A certain man with a skull mask being the most intense one. “Um, right. You all desperately need an annual check-up. So, whenever you all have a moment, please stop by the medical ward. I would love to update your records and meet you all.”

Before any of them could say anything, you had scurried off.

Over the next few weeks, they all came in one by one. Introducing themselves as you went through updating their records.

First came Captain Price. You liked to think that he came in to lead by example and not to get out of his mountain of paperwork. Then Kyle came in the next day. He begged you to call him “Gaz”, saying that nobody on base ever calls him Kyle.

Not long after Gaz came, Johnny waltzed into your office. He was flirty but overall friendly. Johnny, just like Gaz, begged you to call him Soap like everyone else. He was the one who referred to you as a breath of fresh air amidst the testosterone-filled air. Often, he and Gaz came to your office. They always claimed to be checking up on you, but you knew it was because they were hiding from their duties.

“Where is…. um, Ghost? Or is his name Simon? It’s two first names on this file.” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at the lack of information in his records. Soap chuckled, glancing up from his phone to you. “Ghost is the name he’s gonna give ‘ya. It’s the name that we all know him by.”

“A field name, I assume?” You asked, looking up from your computer. Gaz and Soap nodded. “Yep. His name for plenty of reasons, but that’s neither here nor there.” Gaz waved his hand dismissively.

“Well, is he going to come in for a check-up? He doesn’t have another doctor or anything listed.” You sighed. “His medical record is empty. There is nothing on here, other than his name and height. No birthday, no past medication history, nothing.”

“Of course, that’s all that’s on there. That’s all anyone knows about him.” Soap laughed. “He’s not gonna come in here for a check-up.”

“What? Why not?” You asked, closing your computer.

“Too much information.” Gaz shrugged. “Nobody knows anything about him. It’s a shocker that he even allowed his real name to be on those records.”

“So, nobody knows if this guy even goes to the doctor?” You threw your hands up in exasperation. “That’s insane.”

“Ya may be right, but that means nothing to Ghost.” Soap said.

“And insane is basically his middle name. The man does whatever he wants.” Gaz added.

“Do you think he will come in if I just ask?” You pondered to the men.

Gaz and Soap glanced at each other before shrugging. “If you bat those pretty eyelashes at any man on this base, they’ll be eating out the palm of your hand,” Soap said.

“But Ghost isn’t like the average man. He’s not easily swayed like most.” Gaz added, “But I mean, it won’t hurt to try.”

With the encouragement from Gaz and Soap to just try to ask him, you spent the next few weeks attempting to track Ghost down. Unfortunately for you, he lived up to his name very well. It was like every time you went looking for him, everyone had “just seen him.”

Eventually, you found him, by pure coincidence. You were walking to your car, getting ready to leave the base for the day when your eyes landed on a 6’4, muscular man who donned a skull balaclava. You hadn’t seen him since the day that Price had introduced you to the team. He seemed bigger and a bit more intimidating than before, but your determination outweighed your nervousness.

You walked up to him, clearing your throat. Ghost stopped fiddling with his motorcycle to drag his eyes up to your face. His eyes were dark and analytical as he scanned your face before tracing down your body. You felt self-conscious of his wondering gaze.

“Whatcha ‘ya want?” His voice was deep, his accent coming out heavier than you thought it was.

“Um, I’m the new nurse.” You squeaked out before clearing your throat.

“I know.”

“Right.” You took a deep breath. “Your medical records are empty and you’re the only one who hasn’t come in for a check-up.”

There was a brief silence between you two as you waited for him to say something, anything. When you got the hint that he wasn’t going to say anything, you decided to just push forward and ask.

“Will you come in for one? And maybe introduce yourself a little more?”

Ghost stared at you a little longer before turning back to his motorcycle. “No.”

Your eyes widened at the blatant refusal. You raised your eyebrow, crossing your arms. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Do ‘ya not know what ‘no’ means? Aren’t ‘ya educated?” Ghost grunted; his back still turned to you.

“You can’t just…. You must fill out these records somehow!”

“No, I don’t.”

You narrowed your eyes at Ghost, huffing slightly. “It’s mandatory to at least get an annual check-up.”

“So, I’ve heard. Don’t care.” He spoke again, throwing one leg over the motorcycle. He started it up, gripping the handles. His eyes focused on your face again as he revved the engine.

“But-”

Before you could even think about responding, Ghost had sped off, leaving you in the dust.

“And he just sped off?” Soap laughed. Gaz smacked his arm, giving you an apologetic look.

“Ignore Soap. He has a terrible sense of humor.” Gaz rolled his eyes. “But we told you he was hard to sway.”

“I just don’t understand why he doesn’t want to come in.” You groaned, “Maybe he just doesn’t want to get to know me?”

“It’s Ghost, you aren’t supposed to understand him.” Gaz shrugged. “But I doubt it’s you that he’s against.”

You let another groan, causing the two men to chuckle.

“Hell, Darlin’, you might just make the man nervous as hell. As you can see, we don’t have many pretty females around here.” Soap leaned back in his chair, grinning at you.

“Me? Make Ghost nervous? Please.” You raised an eyebrow, rolling your eyes. Soap shrugged, “You never know, he could be.”

“You never know,” Gaz said, agreeing with Soap.

“Whatever.” You muttered, ending the conversation.

Weeks had passed and Ghost gave no sign of even considering stepping into the medical ward or trying to talk to you. He evaded you any chance he got. You told Dr. Moscaw and Price about the predicament with Ghost. Both waved it off and said, “He’s Ghost, that’s just how he is.

When your official first three months of working on the base had come around, Soap and Gaz had invited you out to the bar to celebrate.

“It’ll be everyone. Cap, Laswell, König, hell, even Ghost said he would come.” Soap smiled at you. You scoffed slightly at the revelation that Ghost was going to show his masked face at the bar. “Are we sure he’s coming for me, or rather, the drinks?” You asked, your eyes focused on the computer screen in front of you.

Gaz chuckled. “He refused to go until we said it was a celebration for you.”

“Funny that the man that evades me wants to come to my celebration.” You muttered.

“You know, he’s probably around you more than you think,” Soap said, causing you to look up at him with a raised eyebrow. Soap shrugged, continuing, “I mean, he’s known for being around without others knowing, hence the name Ghost.”

“Like he sees me, but I don’t see him?” You asked. Soap and Gaz nodded.

“Think of it like he is collecting information on you. The poor guy lives and breathes our missions and the military. It’s all he knows. It works with the idea that you make the man nervous.” Gaz said, patting your back as he and Soap filed out of your office.

Gaz’s and Soap’s words stuck to you. Maybe you had gone about approaching Ghost all wrong. He was quieter than Gaz and Soap and obviously more secretive, given the blank medical record and the mask. Maybe you should let him approach you, let him feel you out to see if you’re trustworthy or not.

When the night of the celebration rolled around, you promised yourself that you would not pester Ghost. Despite the growing need to get to know him and your nursing instincts to make sure he was healthy; you were going to let him come to you.

You walked into the bar, tugging slightly at your dress that rose from sitting in the taxi. Your black mini dress hugged your curves and had a low neckline that showed off your cleavage with your matching strappy heels. Although Soap and Gaz had to you to come dressed up, you debated calling the taxi back and going home to change. You were going to be with your co-workers, who were most likely going to be in jeans.

You sighed, pushing open the door to the bar. Your eyes snapped over to the large table in the back of the bar where all your coworkers sat. “Y/N!” Gaz yelled, jumping up from his seat. He grabbed your arm, escorting you to the table. Everyone shot you a smile, except König and Ghost, who both donned a balaclava. Although, you could tell from the crinkle in König’s eyes that he was smiling at you.

“The guest of honor is finally here.” Laswell smiled at you. “Congratulations on sticking it out at the base for three months. I must admit, I thought these boys would scare you away by now.”

“No, I’m tougher than I look.” You joked, “Plus, everyone is nice. I felt welcomed.”

Gaz and Soap gave Ghost an unmistakable side eye that you caught, and if you caught it, then everyone at the table caught it. You also didn’t miss the narrowed eyes that Ghost gave back to Gaz and Soap.

“A round of shots! For our new family member.” Price winked at you, giving you a warm smile.

That’s how the night went on, chatting and drinks getting passed around. It didn’t take you long to get buzzed. You kept true to your promise to yourself and didn’t go looking for interactions with Ghost.

However, you felt his eyes on you. It was like they never left you, always following your every movement.

It felt familiar.

Ghost stayed quiet the whole night, not cracking a chuckle at any jokes or taking part in the conversations. His eyes wandered the bar as if he was looking for any type of escape. Whenever your eyes met his, he looked away, his eyes hardening in the process.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” You said, feeling the alcohol finally run through you and back up your throat. Although everyone was too occupied with their conversations to hear you. You stumbled your way to the bathroom, pushing open the door. You wasted no time, bending over the toilet and vomiting what little contents that were in your stomach.

“I knew I should’ve eaten before….” You whispered to yourself.

“Yeah, ‘ya should have. Not very nurse of ‘ya.” A deep voice echoed behind you.

You jumped, turning around, clutching your chest as your eyes landed on Ghost. He stood behind you, arms crossed, as he leaned against the stall door.

“God, when the fuck did you get in here?” You asked, your eyes traveling down his figure. This would be the first time that you had ever seen Ghost in civilian clothes. Even on relaxed days on the base, Ghost wore full tactical gear. Tonight, he opted for a compression tee and black sweatpants, as if he was planning to go to the gym after all of this.

Which wouldn’t be surprising for Ghost.

“I didn’t know you had tattoos.” Your eyes landed on his sleeve, which seemed to move as he unconsciously flexed his muscles.

“I know ‘ya didn’t.” Ghost said, offering his hand out to you. You took it gratefully, standing up to your two feet. Ghost handed you some mouthwash and gum, along with your purse.

“Didn’t want nobody shifting through ‘ya stuff.” Ghost said when he saw the look that you gave him, “Also thought ‘ya might want to touch up ‘ya make up.”

“Thank you.” You gave him a small smile. He nodded, turning on his heel to leave out the bathroom. You swigged the mouthwash around, spitting into the sink. You freshen up your makeup before popping the piece of gum in your mouth.

You made your way back to the table, sitting down when a waitress came and dropped a personal pan of pepperoni pizza in front of you with water. “Oh,” You looked up at her, “I didn’t order this.”

“One of your friends ordered it for you. Told me to bring it when you came back to your seat.” She smiled and walked away. You glanced down at the pizza with a smile. Pizza was your favorite greasy food; it matched the rumbling of your drunk stomach perfectly.

You looked up at Soap and Gaz, the only two people who would know about your guilty pleasure food. Soap was leaning against the table flirting with another waitress while Gaz made bets with Price on football games. You decided you would thank one of them later when they weren’t busy.

4 am finally rolled around, causing the night to end. Gaz had called you a cab, walking you out as everyone said their goodbyes. Ghost had already mounted his motorcycle and sped off into the night. Once Gaz got you settled in the backseat, you smiled at him. “Thanks, Gaz. Oh, and thank you for the pizza, too.”

Gaz raised his eyebrow. “What pizza?”

“The pizza you ordered me when I went to the bathroom.” You clarified.

“I didn’t order you a pizza, hell, I didn’t even know you went to the bathroom.” Gaz said before chuckling a bit with a mischievous smirk, “The only person who ordered food was Ghost.”

Before you could ask anything more, Gaz tapped the roof of the car and your taxi pulled off.

You went even longer without seeing Ghost after the bar. It was almost as if he had just disappeared into thin air. You tried to question Gaz and Soap, but they claimed they knew nothing about it. Saying that it was probably a “lucky guess” but if anything they had told you about Ghost was true, nothing he did was just a lucky guess.

You pushed all your questions to the back of your mind, as you knew you weren’t going to get any answers any time soon. You were cleaning up the office as your day was ending. 141 were out on a mission, a relatively relaxed one, so your office was quiet and easy to pack up rather than having to tell Soap to stop touching stuff every 5 minutes.

You hummed to yourself, not taking notice that your office door had swung open.

“You’re terrible at being aware of ‘ya surroundings.”

You jumped, a squeal falling from your mouth. “You have to stop doing that!”

Ghost stood at your door, in sweatpants and a hoodie. His arms crossed as he stared at you through his mask. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. You suddenly felt small like the room was closing in on you due to Ghost’s tall frame.

“What are you doing here?” You asked. Ghost’s eyes seemed to widen, as if he wasn’t sure why he was there either.

“Give me a check-up.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, glancing over at the clock. It was 7:35 pm, and the base was basically empty.

“It can’t wait til tomorrow?” You asked. Ghost took a step closer to you, “I thought you wanted to get to know me?”

“I do but-”

“Then give me the check-up.” Ghost grunted, sitting on the bench. His large frame made the normally large bench look small under him.

You sighed softly, getting out your equipment to start his check-up. You stay silent as you slip on your latex gloves after washing your hands. “So, I’m guessing something happened on the mission.”

Ghost looked over to you, his eyes coated in a small dose of confusion. “What?”

“I mean, you seemed very adamant about not getting a check-up before and now you’re here after a mission. I just assumed maybe something happened.” You clarified as you moved to check his heartbeat.

It took everything in you not to let your hands wander across his chest as you pulled away from him to turn to your computer and record the data.

“Nothing happened. Just built up some confidence.” He said, getting off the bench to stand behind you closely.

“O-oh…. confidence for what?” You took a deep breath, your eyes focusing on the computer screen.

Ghost didn’t answer your question, instead, he grabbed your shoulders and spun you around to face him. “You’re very annoying, you know that?”

“What?” Your eyes widened.

“You’re always around, smelling good. In these scrubs that hug your body tighter than any other scrubs I’ve ever seen.” Ghost muttered, “Always laughing at Soap’s stupid jokes. Always getting pizza when you know you aren’t supposed to.”

“I try to avoid you and ignore you, but you just crawl your little ass into my mind anyways. All mission…. just thinking and wondering what you’re doing.” Ghost continued.

“Is this your way of admitting that you’ve been thinking about me?” You asked.

Ghost stayed silent. His eyes stay trained on you, no words or sounds coming from him. His hand moved to take a piece of your hair and twirling it around his finger.

“Um, we should finish the check-up so we can go.” You spoke softly. Ghost ignored you, dipping his face into your neck. He took a deep breath. “God, you smell heavenly.”

“Ghost....”

“I need you.” He grumbled, “I need you all around me. I’ve learned everything I can about you and all I can think about is how I need to feel about you.”

“How I need to ruin you.”

You felt a knot in your stomach at his words, heat pooling inside you. “R-ruin me?”

“Beyond belief.” Ghost confirmed, “Give me the green light.”

You stayed silent as Ghost pushed his knee between your legs, pressing his knees gently against your core, causing a whimper to fall from your mouth. He lifted his mask to reveal his lips, pressing against your neck in soft, wet kisses. “Y/N. Answer me.”

“I….” You gasped for air, “P-please…do it.”

Ghost didn’t need to hear anything else. He lifted you easily, throwing you on the bench. He yanked your top off, groping your breast. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about these since the bar. So soft and plump…” Ghost grumbled, pulling your bra down and latching his mouth to your nipple.

A small moan fell from your mouth at the actions. His tongue swirled around your nipple before he pulled away with a slight “pop”. He left a trail of kisses down your chest to your naval. He tugged down your pants, throwing them in the same direction as your top. He groaned at the sight of the wet spot in your panties.

“So wet and ready for me. Huh, love?” Ghost said, blowing softly on your clothed clit.

You whined softly, nodding your head. He slapped your thigh, his eyes looking up at you. “I want to hear use your words. Let me hear that pretty voice that has been plaguing my mind for these past few months.”

You let out a sigh as Ghost pressed the pad of his tongue to your slit through your panties, teasing you. “Yes…. I’m wet and ready for you.”

“Good fucking girl, Lovie.” Ghost chuckled, moving your panties to the side to latch his mouth to your clit. He sucked and lapped at your clit harshly, your moans becoming uncontrollable as he ate you out like a starved man. His tongue teased your slit, flicking his tongue up and down.

He gripped your thighs tighter, pulling you closer to him. His nose pressed against your clit, stimulating you more and more. “Oh God, fuck, Ghost.” You moaned, your hands reaching out to grip the top of his balaclava.

“That’s right. I want you moaning my name like it’s the only thing that pretty little mind knows.” Ghost muttered, slipping two fingers into you as he kept lapping up all your juices. Your thighs tightened around his face as you felt your climax coming.

Ghost groaned at the action, his cock twitching with anticipation. You tossed your head back as pleasure coursed through your body. “I’m about to cum, fuck, I’m s’close.”

Your words seem to push Ghost further into sending you over the edge. His tongue moved faster against you as his fingers matched his pace. Your mind was blanking from the orgasm that rushed over your body. Ghost pulled his fingers out slowly as he pulled away from your swollen clit. His mouth was covered in your slick as he smirked. “Taste so sweet, Angel.” He spoke.

He pushed his two fingers into your mouth, groaning at the warmth of it. You suck on his fingers, tasting yourself on them as you swirled your tongue around. “Such a good, eager girl. So happy to taste yourself on my fingers.” Ghost whispered, pushing them down your throat so he could hear your gags.

Ghost pulled away, yanking his sweatpants and boxers down. His cock sprang out, revealing its large length. It hit his abdomen; the tip leaking with pre-cum. Your eyes looked down at him, eyes widening at the sight. “My God….” You whispered.

Ghost grabbed the base of his shaft, jerking himself off slightly before pulling you to the edge of the bench and wrapping one of your legs around his waist while propping the other one on his shoulder. “I need this pretty pussy wrapped around my cock, taking every inch of me.” Ghost growled. He rubbed his tip up and down your slick, coating it in it.

“Tell me how much you want this, Lovie. How bad do you want me to fuck you?” Ghost demanded; his eyes focused on you. You let out a whiny moan, looking up at him, “Please fuck me. I want your cock so bad.”

Ghost pushed into you, filling you up slowly but surely. Ghost groaned, sinking into you until he was fully inside you. “S’fucking tight. Gonna fuck this pretty cunt until it’s molded to only take my cock.” Ghost groaned, snapping his hips forward for a forceful thrust. A guttural moan fell from your mouth, as Ghost gripped your throat with both hands, pounding into you at a ruthless pace.

“M’been dreaming of this since the day I laid eyes on your fucking application picture.” Ghost muttered, “Such a pretty fucking girl. Batting your eyelashes at everyone.”

Ghost’s hands moved down to your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. Your moans were drowned out by the loud slapping of your skin. If it wasn’t for the way that Ghost was viciously railing you, you would be concerned that someone would walk past and hear you.

“Such a fucking whore. Getting fucked in your office…. you like being railed after work? Hmm?” Ghost hissed out as you clenched around him.

“You look s’pretty being full of my cock.” Ghost muttered, leaning down to kiss and nip your neck. You whined, feeling another knot form in your stomach. You clenched around Ghost, making him groan. “M’close…. s’close…” You spoke in between moans.

“Go ahead and make a mess on my cock, baby. Cum all over this cock like the slut you are.” Ghost demanded. It didn’t take long for your legs to shake and for Ghost’s cock to be drenched in your climax. He slowed his thrusts, pulling out of you. You whimpered at the lost feeling.

“Get up, Lovie. I want to cum all in that pretty mouth of yours.” Ghost said, pulling you off the bench and to your knees. You looked up at him as he pumped himself. Slapping his cock against your lips, you opened your mouth to let him slip in.

“S’fucking warm. Fucking made to take my dick in every fucking hole you have.” Ghost muttered, his hand snaking around the back of your head to shove his dick further down your throat. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you tasted all your juices that drenched his cock. Saliva trailed down your chin as Ghost thrust in and out of your mouth at an unforgiving pace. “A fucking slut you are, taking my dick so well. Fuck.” Ghost groaned as his hip stuttered slightly. His cock twitched in your mouth before ropes of cum shot down your throat.

Your eyes screwed shut as Ghost stayed deep in your throat, making sure you swallowed all his cum. He pulled out, bending down to level as you looked up at him. “So, this was going through your mind all this time.” You spoke breathlessly.

“Shocked, Lovie?” Ghost smirked, lifting you back to your feet.

“A little.” You nodded. Ghost tilted your head back to press a rough but gentle kiss to your lips. “Well, I suggest you get used to it because there will be more of that.”

“So, you made your move, huh?” Soap grinned wickedly at Ghost, who sat further down the table. Ghost’s eyes shot to Soap’s as he narrowed them at the man.

“Don’t even try to deny it, LT.” Gaz said, his eyes staying trained on his phone. “All the talk around the base is how a certain skull mask-wearing lieutenant is attached to the hip of the pretty little nurse.”

“She must’ve really made you nervous if it took you almost three months to make a move on her.” Soap teased.

“I did more than make a move on her, Sergeant.” Ghost spoke, “That pretty little nurse is now my pretty little nurse.”

Ghost smirked underneath his mask as he looked between Gaz and Soap. “So, it would do you both good to watch your hands the next to you hug her. Would hate to have to break your fingers off for wandering too far for your own good.”

Without another word, Ghost sauntered out of the meeting room, leaving Soap and Gaz dumbfounded.

“Hm, I was wondering when that boy was going to make a move.” Price hummed from his spot, “All that begging to hire her to this base and took nearly four months to even talk to her.”

“Wait, what? Ghost knew about her before she even got to base?” Gaz asked.

“Ghost was the one who pulled her application.” Price said, “Said ‘his future girl’ had applied, and I needed to get her on base.”

Gaz and Soap looked at each other before sighing. Of course, Ghost knew you before you knew him.

Because it wouldn’t be Ghost if he didn’t.

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hi I saw that your requests are open! can you write about needy/horny hongjoong being a messy kisser and overstimulation (only if you're comfortable with it) 💕 tysm 💕

At this point I should just make a masterlist of ateez members being perverts because that’s where all of these fics are swerving to (not that I’m complaining 😛)

Thank you for the wait, here’s your meal ✨🌶️

wetting your lips

He’s just your sugar daddy right? No strings attached. At least that’s what he thinks until the both of you make out, and you see how fucking deep his obsession with you runs.

Genre/warnings: perverted, possessive, DILF sugar daddy!Hongjoong, smut, Hongjoong is possessive as much as he’s horny (we love that for him), blowjob, deep throat, cumming un/touched, overstimulation, sloppy, making out, vibrator play, unprotected sex, cream pie

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“No strings attached”, is what Hongjoong would tell you during the earlier days of this transactional relationship. Little did he realise he would be eating his fucking words.

Initially, it started off with spoiling you with dinners and gifts. Truthfully, it was kind of jarring—solely because it was something you never thought of stepping your foot in. Hongjoong was fine with the arrangement, showering you with gifts and dinners. He was always polite and gentle, sometimes even flirty with you. He never brought up intimacy—at least, not until the third month mark.

And you wonder to yourself how did Hongjoong keep all of that to himself, because he was something in bed. He wasn’t rough by any means—dominant—definitely. You could tell he got off taking the lead in bed on top of fucking the ever loving shit out of you.

Fucking him—or being fucked by him was nothing like your previous partners. Despite him being significantly older than you, he had some sort of vigor, one that definitely always left you wanting more. He started becoming more flirtatious, his hands always around your body whenever he could, enjoying seeing red tint flush against your cheeks whenever he said something dirty. He began picking you from campus more often as well.

It was to the extent that on some days during your classes, you would blank out briefly, whatever you were supposed to be absorbing completely replaced by your little escapades with him the night before—him driving his cock right into your wet hole from below, muttering such dirty things—“that’s my good girl, taking my cock like that. You love that don’t you?”, and the way he would hold your thighs down so you wouldn’t squirm and take his fucking cock like his good little girl while you leak all over him and completely break. By the time you snapped out of it, your thighs were squeezed on reflex. You were never gonna fucking tell Hongjoong that, obviously.

There was one thing you realised he doesn’t do during sex—kissing. It wasn’t that he would avoid you if you kissed him—you didn’t initiate because he never placed his lips in the proximity of yours. You chalked it off as probably something he wasn’t comfortable with, and you weren’t about to force him anyway.

Then another popped—up the more Hongjoong had you around him—his possessiveness progressively built. Initially it was subtle; Hongjoong would rest his hand on your thigh if he was seated beside you—he loved doing that, especially when your thighs are bare. There was an instance where he was picking you up from campus, he called your name, pulling your attention away from your friend. Your male friend.

“Boyfriend?” He’d ask. You stay frozen, unsure of what to reply to your friend. But you shake your head while you plaster a smile before you waved him off and entered Hongjoong’s car.

As you clip your seatbelt on, Hongjoong casts you a glance from the side before he presses against the accelerator.

“Who was that?”

You look up at him and blink. “Classmate”, you reply curtly, before pulling out your phone.

“The both of you seem close”, he comments, shifting his gaze away back to road.

“Yeah he’s my group mate”, you reply, nonchalant about the tightening grip Hongjoong had on the steering wheel. He’s irritated, his jaw is clenched but he doesn’t know why.

“What were the both of you talking about?” He asks next. Your gaze lifts from the phone to the road ahead of you, wondering why Hongjoong was suddenly asking you all of these questions.

“Nothing. He was asking who you were. That’s all.”

Hongjoong’s jaw tightens slightly more. His eyes don’t leave the road.

“And what did you reply?”

You finally whip your head to face Hongjoong, confusion partnered with furrowed eyebrows all over your face.

“Why does that matter?”

“Answer me, doll.”

And you immediately simmer down slightly, your eyes back on the road.

“What would you want me to answer?” You deflect, hoping, praying, that he’d leave this alone. It was making your heart pump a hundred miles per second.

“I asked you first.”

Now you can’t help but to roll your eyes.

“I didn’t say anything.”

Hongjoong cocks an eyebrow. “Elaborate.”

Your arms are crossed. There is a prick of irritation stemming from your heart, but you aren’t able to pinpoint the cause of it.

“He asked me if you were my boyfriend, but I didn’t reply.”

This time, Hongjoong quietens down, but you catch a glint in his eye—something you’ve never seen before.

Boy, were you in for a fucking ride.

The moment you step into his penthouse, you make a beeline for the showers, like you always did, but this time, your heart is hammering in your chest. As the hot water washes the soap off, you wonder about Hongjoong’s recent behaviour towards you. Even though Hongjoong has always been a direct person, he’s like a puzzle you could never figure out. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t seem to get him out of your head. Especially when he’s been more affectionate recently. It’s sending you into a spiral.

Hongjoong is drying your hair as he combs it. And it’s the little things like these that makes your heart flutter. But he still hasn’t answered you about why he was questioning you so much in the car over a friend.

You turn to him.

“Now you answer me.”

Hongjoong is avoiding your gaze. The prick in your heart is starting to germinate.

“Then I’ll accept his date. He was asking me out anyway.”

That makes Hongjong whip his head so fucking fast, and he’s glaring daggers into you.

“No. You’re not going.”

You cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at him.

“And why not? It’s not like we’re dating or anything. You said it before—no strings attached, right?”

Hongjoong’s jaw clenches. This is driving him insane. He knows. He just doesn’t want to admit it. And he’s about to find out that this would be the turning point.

“It doesn’t apply this time. I’m not allowing you.”

“You think we’re something? Yeah, wefuck, but youdon’t even kiss me,” You spit. You’ve never challenged Hongjoong like this before, especially given the basis of this peculiar relationship. This was definitely new to you. And him.

Hongjoong stares at you. Hard. His expression is indecipherable. He shifts closer to you, you who remains still, gaze tracing his movements as Hongjoong closes the distance between the both of you. His thumb presses against your chin, his fingers holding your chin up. You scoff internally, because it’s not like you’re running away-

-and his lips are pressed onto yours. Your mind is buzzing. So much chemicals are colliding in your mind. Sure, the fucking sent you into another realm, but from a kiss? Maybe you just didn’t expect Hongjoong to actually kiss you.

Hongjoong’s head is as spinning as madly as yours is. There’s a reason why he doesn’t kiss his flings, his partners. He doesn’t like the idea of how kissing turns him vulnerable. He doesn’t care about the emotional connections. But with you? Dear god, he could break his own fucking rules for that. In his own perverse ways. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to kiss you. But he was afraid of the entanglement it would ensue should it happen. It drives him crazy. Even though he was the one who foolishly mentioned no strings attached, he swears he’s the one at his feet for you.

The kiss deepens as Hongjoong coaxes you to part your lips, and you do, shakily, your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Hongjoong stumbles slightly, but his lips are messy against yours. He swallows hard when the both of you pull back, a thin string of spit slowly pulling apart between two swollen lips.

It’s only then you realised what the hell you’ve done. You’ve gained clarity after the steamy make out session, but one glance at Hongjoong, his cheeks and ears and flushed red, and his eyes are hazed.

You tug against the drenched boxers Hongjong has on, pulling it down as he peels the silk lounge wear off you. Your breath is heavy at the sight beneath his pants—thick white, leaking and trickling down his thick and heavy shaft.

Hongjoong’s eyes are growing wilder by the second. His hands catch yours and he places your palm on his chest. You feel it—his heartbeat is as wild as his eyes.

Before you realise it, your back hits the mattress and Hongjoong is towering over you. Your hands are off him, but his hands are trailing all over you—cupping your tits before the sensation of his fingers are tickling your sides, and then he’s at your thighs. He casts you one more glance.

“If you don’t stop me now, I don’t know what I might do”, Hongjoong warns gently.

“Hongjoong”, you call out, the tips of his fingers trailing teasingly against the curve of his jaw. “What else have you been keeping in that dirty little mind of yours?”

The sides of Hongjoong’s lips crack into a smile. “So many fucking things, doll.”

It’s not as if you never used a vibrator with Hongjoong during sex, in fact, he almost seemed to always hold back his enthusiasm when you told him you wanted to use the vibrator during sex.

But what you failed to realise was how frenzied he almost seemed to be whenever the vibrator came into play. Little did you know his true fantasy was to stuff you full with it, and watch you writhe and beg while he fucks his hand.

You swallow hard when the vibrator hits the perfect spot again. You push your thighs together, trying to get the toy to hit the spongy spot once again, because fuck, you were so fucking close to cumming. It feels so fucking good. You glance at Hongjoong, who twirls the controller with this pretty fingers. He looks so sickeningly satisfied, watching the way you’re squirming, trying to reach your high, your eyes so glazed out, your whines sounding like symphony to his ears when you beg him to let you cum when he lowers the vibration intensity with his thumb.

“Hongjoong”, you choke, jerking once more when the vibrator ups it’s buzz once more. Now tears streaming down your cheeks from the constant jump between the lack of and overstimulation. “I wanna cum. Let me cum, please.” You’re practically grinding your hips against the sheets, so much cream leaking past the vibrator that if you sat up, the toy would definitely slip out, and that’s why Hongjoong has you seated like a good girl, legs closed to keep the toy stuffed nicely in you.

The imagery of you giggling with your male classmate turns Hongjoong’s gaze dark. He cracks a smile, devoid of anything pleasant before he rips your orgasm away from you once more, hearing you cuss for the nth time with your legs twitching.

“No.” He simply says. “Not yet.”

You hiccup, so fucked out from the pulsing pleasure that you don’t know how much more of this you can take.

You watch hungrily as Hongjoong strokes his fat, red-tipped cock slowly, beads of precum leaking off the slit, listening to him sigh shakily as his hands slip down his slippery shaft.

“Fuck yourself with your little toy. If you can last till I cum, I’ll make sure you’ll cum so fucking good, doll”, he proposes. You nod as you bite your lip, desperate to get some form of release, even though you weren’t sure if you were gonna last.

You spread your legs wide open in front of Hongjoong, gingerly pulling out the vibrator, groaning at the way it drags out of your wet cunt before pushing it back in, your toes curling from how good it feels. Hongjoong almost loses it here, watching how your pussy stretches when you push the toy in.

And you slowly fuck yourself with the toy, letting yourself fall back against the plush, thick pillows behind you. You feel like you’re doing okay, that is, until Hongjoong amps up the fucking intensity and you’re back to shaking and your voice climbs in octave when you whimper. You’re almost tempted to just fucking release it—it feels so fucking good. Just when you’re about to give up, the intensity slows down to a dull buzz, and you take a sharp inhale, your eyes meeting Hongjoong as he watches you like a predator while his hand makes more of a mess on his pretty cock. You still fuck yourself slowly on the toy, even though it’s by instinct that you want to fuck yourself stupid with it.

Not yet. You wanted to be Hongjoong’s good girl.

You lift your hips slightly, the angle letting the vibrator push into deeper parts of your pussy, and you wonder if you regret it or thank the fucking gods for it because when Hongjoong sees you do it, he raises the vibration, making you gasp, your legs snapping shut.

“Keep them open, baby. You wanna cum, don’t you?” Hongjoong reminds you. He’s obviously enjoying the fucking show—the clear precum slowly turning more white and thicker by the minute.

“Can’t help it, Joong. Feels so fuckin amazing”, you mutter, hearing Hongjoong’s pretty chuckle echo in your ears while he watches you failing at holding your composure while the vibrator is fucking its vibrations right into your fucking core.

“Fuck. Look at that pretty little pussy of yours. I’m almost jealous,” Hongjoong sighs as he lowers the vibrations once more, simply to admire how easily the toy slides out of your cunt only to be pushed back again, completely drenched and sticky.

Without a doubt, watching you fall apart while you fuck yourself like that is sending Hongjoong into a fucking spiral. The one time where he almost walked into you fucking yourself with your dildo triggered something so perverted in him. And before he realised it, his pants pooled a dark patch watching you slap the toy right at your clit, before you would slowly drag it down to your soaked cunt, then pushing it in slowly before you stuffed your poor cunt full. The icing on top? When you were moaning his name sounding so fucking needy, and before he knew it, cum had soaked his pants. Since then, he’d stay by the doorway of his bedroom, often never telling you when he would be back, just to catch you fucking yourself with your toys just so he could indulge in his fantasies.

Just when you’re getting used to the low vibrations again, Hongjoong amps it up once more, watching your eyes roll back when he ups it at the moment you had the vibrator stuffed into your pussy. Before you could even register, you feel a tug from behind, and your concentration is at Hongjoong—who has his hands in your hair, pulling it away from your face while he kneels so his cock is right at your face.

You look up at him, your free hand immediately going up to fuck his cock while you continue to fuck yourself with the vibrator. Somehow, it only makes you feel so fucking good.

“Open wide, doll”, Hongjoong gestures, giving you a tug from the back so your mouth is at the tip of his cock, not missing the way you moan slightly at his roughness. You stick your tongue out, lapping the thick cream around his cock before he pushes the back of your head, your mouth covering the entirety of his cock.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck. So fucking amazing”, Hongjoong bites the inner of his cheek, completely dropping the remote onto the bed as his other hand joins to the back of your head.

Your mind is completely mushed—mouth being stuff full of cock while the vibrator is pushing right your g-spot, at such a mind breaking intensity. You try your best to bob your head, at one point letting Hongjoong fuck your face while groaning at the way he’s tugging your hair, adding on to the rapidly building orgasm that was about to burst, even though drool and precum were trickling down the corners of your lips from how much he’s creaming down your throat.

His cock twitches and he pulls out slightly before he pushes in again once more, barely giving you the time of the day. “Cumming. I’m cumming, doll”, he grunts, his hips pressing against you. “Fuck. You’re such a good fucking girl, aren’t you?”

Your eyes roll back from the pleasure, your legs twitch at that moment—your orgasm spraying out of you while it floods your entire system at the same time, your mind completely going blank while Hongjoong has cum down your throat, the tangy salty fluids following down your throat while your tears leak past your eyes from the sheer fucking pleasure. Your fingers have left pretty scratches down his thighs, and you’re sure he’s gonna love it later. You never thought it would have come down to this.

Hongjoong pulls out slowly, his hands letting go of your hair, stroking your jaw instead before he kneels before you, and engulfs your lips, tasting himself in your tongue.

There he goes again—his eyes completely glazed out when his lips are on yours, like he can’t get enough of it. And he doesn’t—because he doesn’t soften.

“So good. Need more, doll. You can take it right? Take whatever I give you”, Hongjoong whispers, the tint flushing his cheeks once more. He makes you face away from him this time—back against his chest, and his wet cock is right at your pussy.

You swear he’s gonna be the death of you.

Hongjoong rubs his cockhead against your hole, before he pushes himself in, groaning as you take him inch by inch, stretching your pussy out so well. You’re beginning to drool again—almost shutting off the moment he has you filled up to the brim.

“Warm and tight. Fucking perfect, doll”, he sighs. You feel yourself drip with more cream.

Then he starts to fuck you from below, and you’re immediately grasping for any ounce of sanity left in you. But it’s obvious Hongjoong is only gonna fuck it all out of you by the time this over. You lift your leg up by instinct, letting him hit deeper into you, and he groans at how tightly you’re squeezing him.

His arms are wrapped around you, more tighter and more intimate than usual. And all the thoughts and theories are completely muffled when you feel his cockhead pressing against your g-spot once again.

“You’re so pretty when you look like that, baby. So fucked out and used by me”, he laughs right in your ears.

“Yeah. So perfectly used by you”, you agree, your hips bouncing off his cock as well.

“Of course. My girl is perfect”, his reply sending butterflies flooding your stomach, though you were certain it was mostly because of his cock.

The thrusting becomes more desperate—the sound of wet skin slapping only growing louder by the second, it makes your toes curl and your head spin. Hongjoong feels so fucking good in you and you swear you could get completely drunk off his cock. It’s also the fact that he’s jackhammering his cock right into you right after he made you swallow his fucking cum moments before that’s making you so disgustingly hooked onto him. And sometimes, it scares you how much you just want him all for yourself. Little did you realise you’ve flooded every crevice of Hongjoong’s mind when the intimacy begins to intensify. Every time he tells himself that he shouldn’t let his feelings mix with the pleasure, you unintentionally pull him back in again, and now he’s completely hooked.

“Mine, mine, mine”, Hongjoong whispers, biting down onto your neck as a soft moan passes through your ears, and you feel warm, thick cum flood your walls. Stars flood your eyelids as your second orgasm crashes into you, your fingernails leaving light trails of red on his thigh while your pussy milks Hongjoong dry, more cum seeping out

In between pants and catching breaths as both your highs gradually die down, you turn around to face Hongjoong, your lips ready to part to say something, but Hongjoong beats you to it.

“Now you can let your little friend know that you have a partner. A partner who’s fucking head over heels for you.”

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mondaymelon · 7 months

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— 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮! ♡

໒꒱ || :feat~ lyney, freminet, wriothesley, neuvillette x gn!reader:

໒꒱ || cw: fluff <3 maybe a lil ooc since i havent done the fontaine quests yet, wrio is whipped !!

⤷ giving your fontaine boyfriend flowers ♡

“Oh? For me?”

LYNEY’s expression is one of delight as he holds the bouquet of roses you’ve gifted him, smiling gratefully. The shining excitement in his vibrant eyes, however, doesn’t quite translate into how ecstatic he really is… because usually, he’s not used to being on the receiving end of affection, since the charmingly flirty magician is constantly the one to make you glow red.

“They reminded me of you…” You laugh sheepishly, watching his grin only grow.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you, love.” He moves the flowers to one hand as the other finds its way resting on the small of your back, giving you something to lean on as he moves forward and gives you a quick peck on your cheek, light and fleeting. “So I’ll show you my thanks, hm?” His voice is low as he stares at you, something earnest in his gaze as his violet irises twinkle. You nod, slowly, unsure of what he implies, but you know him well enough to not be startled as he swiftly moves forward and meets his lips to yours. You can feel his warmth… is it because he’s a pyro user? It’s hard to think about anything, especially when you’re pressed up against him like this, mind blank as his mouth moves against yours.

He speaks as he pulls away with a slight smile, and your hand instinctively latches onto the hem of his coat. “Not enough for you?” You can hear the smirk in his tone. “C’mon now, we can’t be too greedy, love~”

“What? No, I just-!” You hastily release your grasp on his clothes, face growing hot. “Lyney, you know I didn’t mean it like that!”

“I know, I know, it’s just so fun to tease you, y’know?” He lets out a laugh at your pouting expression. “I can’t help it, really.”

There’s no winning against this man. “Hah… alright, alright…” You glance up in surprise as Lyney gently moves you out of his arms and starts to stand up.

“Aw, don’t look so sad, I just have something for you too! Surely one kiss or two isn’t enough to repay the gift you’ve given me?” He smiles as he reaches for his signature hat, which dangles on the coat rack. You watch in awe. How come his every movement is still so graceful?

“Lyney, I don’t need repaym-” You’re cut off as the man flourishes his arms - You blink, and all of a sudden there’s a bouquet of his own in his hands, splendid yellow roses, fully in bloom. “Wh-”

“Tada!” He bows, looking pleased with himself as he stares at the flowers in your arms, then up at you. “Now we match~” He holds up his own bouquet with a beam.

“W-When did you-”

“Magic.”

“So you can create just about everything with magic, huh…” You stare at the roses in silent wonder.

“Ah ah, not everything!” Lyney bounces on his feet, watching the look of curiosity on your face with an air of amusement. One of his sparkling eyes closes in a wink.

“No magic could ever conjure up something as limitless as my love for you!” ♡

“H-Huh? Flowers? For… me?”

FREMINET’s eyes are wide as he hesitantly holds the flowers in his hands, looking rather anxious. “But… why?” The poor male glances from the roses in his hands back to your face nervously, studying your features. “Y-You should’ve told me so that I would’ve had flowers for you too…!”

“There’s no need for you to give me a gift, Min. I just got you a bouquet because I felt like it, no reason.” You beam at him as his face only grows redder. “There’s really no need to get embarrassed!”

“Ah… but I feel bad…” He shakes his head, lightly colored hair swaying with his movements. You can hear him mumble under his breath, quietly to himself: “...omorrow…ing…”

“What was that?” You blink at him, confused. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”

“N-Nothing! Uhm… do you want to go somewhere today? You’ve put me in a good mood, so…” He smiles softly, and the air around him seems to glow with the sheer brilliance of it. You match his smile with one of your own, watching as he takes the flowers out of the bouquet and arranges them into an intricately decorated vase, half-filled with water. Gazing at him is like observing a masterpiece at work, although you know far too well that the male’s job certainly has nothing to with that of a florist, yet the movement of his skillful hands captures your attention anyhow.

“Is something wrong? You’ve been looking at me for quite a while… is there something on my face?” Upon noticing how your eyes are fixated on him, he flinches, ears flaring red.

“No, you just look pretty today. You look pretty every day, Min.” It’s hard to restrain your laughter as you watch Freminet bury his face in his hands, his red ears visible from behind his hair.

“Don’t tease me…!”

“But it’s true.”

“D-Do you want to go to town or not…?” He shifts a finger, hesitantly peeking an eye out between them. “We can go get something to eat… I’ll pay, but you’ll have to order…” His usual habits were the same as always, how he’d stutter over his words when faced with anyone except his siblings… and of course, you.

“That sounds great, Min. Come on, let’s go!”

The next morning, a soft knock jolts you awake, three light raps hitting the wood before the sound of footsteps quickly retreated away. You manage to crawl out of bed and open the door, only to be startled as a large bouquet - larger than the one you had gifted him - sat on your doorstep, mixed with Fontaine classics and even Romaritime flowers… had he dived underwater to pick these for you? Every petal was perfect, and the flowers were all fully in bloom, despite being out of water. What kind of magic was this?

A cream-colored card catches your attention, leaning against the bouquet. On it are finely crafted words, written in Freminet’s familiar small script:

“Thank you, love.” ♡

“Hm? What’s the occasion?”

WRIOTHESLEY’s usual professionalism fades as his chest tightens with a giddy sensation. He had been having a rather tedious afternoon in the Fortress of Meropide - time passed all too slowly whenever you weren’t present - but now that you were here, he knew his minutes with you were already slipping away like sand through his fingers, no matter how tightly or carefully he cupped the grains in his hands. You were a free soul, a rather unfitting lover for his occupation, coming and going like the wind. And while your presence may be as fleeting as the gale, at least the breeze you brought would leave in him a warm sensation. “I wasn’t aware you’d be visiting today.”

“I figured I might as well surprise you! Besides, you always come home with a scowl on your face, so I was just making sure you weren’t having a hard time here,” you smile at him, an expression that causes his heart to stutter. It takes him all he’s got in him to at least somewhat maintain his professional expression, knowing full well that if anyone else saw him at the moment, they would certainly be in for a shock. Your words are entertaining. Him? Having a hard time? That had long dissipated the moment you stepped foot into the building.

“Were you worried about me? I’m okay, so don’t concern yourself over such trivial matters.” Wriothesley lightly shakes his head. For someone as beautifully naive as you to exist in this world, he knew full well that your future would not be free of adversaries. He supposed that wasn’t exactly a problem, though. The male had already promised himself that he’d dispose of them all when you weren’t looking.

Your face scrunches up like you’ve eaten something bad. “Trivial?” you echo, your tone expressing your annoyance. “Wrio, how could you say that? Of course I should be worried about you, silly! What kind of lover would I be if I didn’t?”

Ah, there you go again. Every time you refer to yourself by that title, he swears he can feel his heart skip a beat, the only evidence of his flusteredness is the burning of red dusting his ears. He had been refraining from holding you until he had gotten back home, but, naturally, you had broken his final sense of reason. You blink, and there he is, pressed up against you with both of his arms wrapped around your waist, your back leaning against his chest. He’s warm, startingly so despite him being the bearer of a Cryo vision, and you can hear the rapid thrum of his heartbeat.

“You’re cold,” he remarks offhandedly, pressing a kiss into your nape, then another.

“You’re warm,” you respond, smiling, only to hear the drumming of his heart quicken.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” Wriothesley’s face is flushed, just the tiniest bit, and once you blink, you could’ve sworn that it was never there.

“Do I?” You grin up at him cheekily. “Why don’t you care to elaborate?”

“Fuck, darling… you can’t keep doing this to me. I don’t think my heart will be able to take much more of this.” ♡

“They’re beautiful.”

NEUVILLETTE's fingers graze a petal and trace its outermost edge, studying the bouquet with a smile. The blooming assortment lays perfectly balanced in his hands as he cradles them gently. “Thank you, dearest.” His smile is serene, like an untouched expanse of water. Smooth, and glimmering, and when you lean over to peer into it, you can see your clear reflection staring up at you. His eyes mirrored it, pure and unsullied. His beauty stuns you for a moment. He had always been a man with an air of elegance, his magnificence simply inhumane, and it was likely a stroke of luck that Neuvillette had ever taken you as his partner.

Of course, those were merely your thoughts on the matter. His did not match your sentiment, not even in the slightest. For in his mind, he was the one who didn’t deserve you. No, it would be simply unreasonable to compare him to something as perfect as water. You were the only one in his eyes who deserved such a title. And he was the Romaritime flower, only able to thrive in your presence.

“You like them?” He loathes the surprise in your voice. Indubitably, he did. There was no other option. It was something that you had gifted him, and that enough made its value clear.

“Certainly,” his eyes are warm. “I will treasure everything and anything you bestow upon me.”

“Vil, there’s no need to go that far…” you laugh sheepishly, only for the sound to slowly cease as you realize he isn’t jesting. “...Why?”

His soft laughter fills the silence. “I love you. Have I not made that apparent?”

“Yes, but there’s certainly no need for-”

“Shh.” This interaction has made something painfully clear for the man. Perhaps he hasn’t been showing you enough affection? He is a busy man, but he always heads home, heads to you whenever he has a second to breathe. Yes, only in your arms would he finally feel content. Only with your fingers carding through his hair, whispering his name with a smile and closed eyes, only then. You knew how much he yearned for you, right?

If not… well, that could be changed.

“You’ve given me such a precious gift, so I should show my thanks out of courtesy.” Wrapping his arms around your smaller frame and leaning your head against his chest, to hide the slightest flush on his cheeks. “Ah, but it should be a fair trade.” You tilt your head at his words, confused.

“Only one kiss won’t be justified, hm?” ♡

(a/n) help why do i actually like wriothesley's part this isn't supposed to happen ?! anyways yeah it was about time i wrote for fontaine men

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can you write about sirius again? I loved him so much

I was imagining something like reader throwing a reverse uno on him and giving in to sleep with him just so he would leave her alone and then ignoring him (basically what he does with all the other women)

it can be long or short whatever you feel like doing

No notes today! Just finished writing after taking my exam, I think I did well. Thanks for requesting! (Edit: I did end up doing really well on my exam! Yay 😝)

description: yandere actor, fem actor reader, coworkers working on a romance series, obsession, possessiveness, marking, nsfw etc etc.

Was it stupid of you to really be doing this? Inviting your co-worker that you hated and avoided to your house? It was the same day that he asked you for a date. He had dropped you off so you could get ready while he went to dress up for the date.

Your plan was to get it over with and deal with the night of pleasure Sirius promised you if you decided that he was in-fact into you. It would be stupid to go out and be seen with him when it can easily cause scandal that the two of you have something going on.

You really don’t need that for your career! It was going smoothly until you ran into hi—

“Hey, I’m here” Your phone chimed at the message from him. You clenched your teeth, getting ready to deal with him, and his stupid flirting. Even if it was good, it was still stupid.

“Hey! Nice garden you got outside” He beamed, seeing you in such a cute outfit. It was a simple summer style dress, lots of fabric flows and patterns. He could see more of your curves compared to the clothes you wore on set.

“Thanks, they’re in full bloom right now” You were talking about the flowers you had planted. Gardening was just a side hobby since you had a lot of time after you were home from work. The work was grueling but honestly worth it.

“So, shall we go?” He smiled, extending his arm out for you to hold on while he took you to his car.

“Nope, let’s just get this over with” You tugged on his arm to come inside, he followed in, clear confusion falling on his face; followed up with questions.

“What do you mean? Get what over with?” He was dragged along by your grasp, well if you can consider him walking where you led him as dragging.

“This, whatever this is.” You let go of his arm after the two of you entered your bedroom. You slipped the shoulder straps of you dress off, stepping out of it when it fell to the door. You were just wearing your underwear and bra beneath it.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to explain a bit more” Sirius sat on the edge of your bed, looking very out of place in your softly decorated room. His black suit matched his dark eyes that loomed over your body. “I’m not saying I hate this sight though” He grinned.

“Trying to get in my pants, whatever game you’re trying to play on me just like the other women” You softly said, even though you wanted to spit your words with venom like the poisonous snake he was.

“Hah, you still thin—“ His words were muffled quickly, his lips too busy with yours to speak any further. You pushed him to fall against your bed, making it so you were on top of him. He was surprised but still moved his hands to cup your face.

“Do you get what I mean?” You said in a breathy tone. He laid under you, pausing for a few moments. You must’ve wanted to get with him now instead of waiting until after the date; with the excuse that you wanted it to end now. How cute that you were that impatient.

Little did he know those definitely weren’t your intentions. So he just nodded and continued touching you as you removed every piece of clothing he had. He helped as well, unbuckling his belt and removing the fancy suit he had on.

The both of you dressed up, only to be removing the clothing from each others bodies just a few minutes later.

You didn’t shy away from your irritation during the moments that led to him sneaking his fingers under your bra. Sirius smiled devilishly with a look that said that he was confident in his skills.

You felt his warm hands cup your breasts, being quick to remove your bra as if it was troublesome already. He felt every area you allowed him to, even with the glare that was faced to him. He just assumed you were needy rather then annoyed.

Once the two of you were completely naked, he was hasty to grab something out his wallet. A condom, specifically a large one, you cursed yourself mentally for getting yourself into this but after this it would be done!

He slid the protection onto his cock, now prepared to have you. He laid against the plethora of pillows and plushies you had on your bed, he found it adorable that you had so many.

“You gonna be able to handle it all?” His tone was brimming with confidence and some slight teasing as well. He knew his cock was pretty big, not many women he got with could actually take it all. Even if they did, they’d be crying from the sheer size and pleasure it brought.

“Yeah” You mumbled annoyed, annoyed that he was blessed with so many things that allowed him to be such a cocky bitch. His gorgeous face, amazing acting skills, and now this? God had definitely had favorites.

He only let out a giggle in response at your slight scowl that was present on your face. You lowered yourself slowly on him, trying to look away so he couldn’t see your embarrassed face at how full you felt. This could get overwhelming, very fast.

He seized hold of your hips with his hands, helping you bounce on his cock as you tried to keep your whimpers and moans at a minimum.

Sirius loved how warm you felt inside, how you clenched around him every-time you took all his cock, and he especially adored when you let out mewls from the feeling. He admired everything about your body and face while you kept doing most the work.

You felt his cock hit deep inside you with every movement, the pace was slow at first, as much as you can handle until he helped thrust inside you. Almost like he craved more and wouldn’t be able to handle this slow pace.

Your whimpers and moans no longer being as quiet, made your cheeks turn red, you avoided eye contact and closed your eyes. You’d allow this but you definitely wouldn’t allow him to gloat in making you feel this way.

“I wanna see your pretty face, love” Sirius softly spoke, tone dripping with sweetness like fresh honey.

You looked at him embarrassed, finding it impossible that he was really fucking you in your own room. You reminded yourself that after this then you wouldn’t have to deal with his antics. He smiled, relishing in the sexual ecstasy written all of your face.

Your thighs felt like jello after a bit, something you nervously expressed to him.

“Can you do the work now..?” You shyly said, managing to muster up pleading eyes that begged for a yes.

“Of course!” He picked you up, holding onto your lower back. He pressed you up against a wall, spreading your legs further. His thrusts were quickened now that he was in control. Your back rubbed against the wall as he happily shoved his cock further and further inside you.

All you could do was squirm in his tight grasp and moan out the sheer pleasure he gave you. You held onto him by wrapping your arms behind his neck and leaning your head against his shoulder. You could hear his groans and grunts as he felt your walls tighten around him even more.

He fucked you against the wall with plenty of devotion to make you cum and love him. He feverishly kissed and marked your neck, feeling your throat emit more moans than ever before. Leaving you neck unattended; he bit your shoulder, a quick whimper escaped from you. You felt his teeth press against your soft skin. His pants warmed up the skin he sunk his teeth into.

This entire thing was hot, sticky, and overwhelming. You felt tears prickle the corners of your eyes, becoming watery from the invasion of his cock inside you. You trying panting and taking as much air as you needed to keep yourself from crying.

“Shit.. you’re so fucking warm” He mumbled right next to your ear, continuing to keep you against the wall so he could fuck into the center of you. He loved the loud moans that you made, it comforted him that you were enjoying this. “So fucking cute”

Sirius needed to make sure this was the most intimate thing you’ve ever felt in your life. You had to be obsessed with him, you had to be after all the feelings you’ve been making him sense. Every-time you skipped off set, he was love sick. He didn’t know why he’s been feeling this way.

Now that he was fucking you, he knew he loved you. Everything he was making you feel was genuine. He hated it, but it was a fact. You unknowingly made him fall in love just by how adamant you were to not fall head over heels in love with him.

You gasped feeling a rollercoaster of emotions, you securely grasped onto him. Unable to stop mewling and gasping at the build up of pleasure that he was making you feel. It felt like too much, you wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“Fuck, m’ gonna cum” He groaned, sloppily kissing the other side of your neck. You could feel his moans vibrate against your skin, everything felt so good even the slight touches. “Take it all, okay?” He whispered.

You nodded, responding with louder moans as you felt his cock briskly breach you. You leaned towards his face, begging for kisses so you could muffle your cries.

He pressed his lips against yours, skillfully keeping your moans low along with his. It was almost like the kiss that the two of you filmed, but this was much more real, something that couldn’t be recreated. The love and passion being shared between the two of you was genuine.

Maybe it was the way he held onto you, or the way you lustfully kissed him back, either way, the two of you had a spark. Even if you were in denial about it, that spark would soon become bigger until you couldn’t avoid it.

Sirius made muffled mumbles against your lips, making his last hard hitting thrusts inside your clenching hole until the both of you came. The sensitivity was overwhelming, and it was only one round. It must’ve been the energy the two of you put into it.

He’s never came so hard before and you were definitely the cause of why he came so much. He still held you up, panting with his lips still hovering over your skin.

Speaking of hovering, that’s what he did to you even after the two of you got together yesterday. He would bother you often, finding ways to mingle with you even though it wasn’t needed. He hardly spoke to the women he played around with off set. Possibly even the ones he had on speed dial when he was bored.

You didn’t understand his switch up, you assumed he would fuck off after yesterday but he didn’t. He especially bothered you when he noticed you were avoiding him like the plague, ignoring him at any chance.

Why were you treating him like this? Was yesterday not real to you? It’s not like he was obsessed but he could’ve sworn you had feelings for what happened. Maybe you were just embarrassed? Or just nervous to talk? Yeah, that’s gotta be it!

He lingered around your area, longer then needed, sneaking his way into your trailer when he got the chance.

“That makeup looks cute on you” He leaned against your closed trailer door. Rhythmically tapping his fingers against it as well. He eyed you from your vanity mirror, you looked up to see the reflection of him.

You made no effort to thank him and continued applying lip tint. You wondered if you should pluck a bit of your eyebrow hairs, would your makeup crew mind?

“So, what’s with you and ignoring me? Did you suddenly forget what happened yesterday” He walked up behind your seat and moved the collar of your shirt to show the scattered hickeys.

You smacked his hand away, fixing your collar to hide away the hickeys. It was embarrassing to remember the look that the crew gave you when they were doing your makeup and saw it. You just brushed their questions off and said you were with a little fling last night.

No way in hell would you reveal that it was him.

“So are you going to act like we weren’t fucking yesterday against—“ Your chair squeaked from your hasty movement to stand. You cupped his mouth, scared that someone would hear him.

“Are you stupid? What if somebody hears you?” Your glare shot arrows right through his heart. You were finally responding! He was hating this long silence and avoidance, it was much more annoying than before. Something was different about it, he cared more.

“I don’t care, do you?” He leaned towards you, cupping your face while scanning how your eyes stayed locked on his.

“Yes! I don’t want anyone finding out, it was just a one time thing. Nobody has to know about it” You held onto his hands, not deciding to move them yet.

“One time thing?” His heart hurt asking the question, it stung for some reason. As if he cared that you only expected it to be once and nobody had to know. Were you ashamed of him? Was he not good enough for you? He was Sirius! How could you not be prideful about the lucky chance of getting with him.

His heart pumped with hurtful pangs that pissed him off. He didn’t know he was going to be so affected from a few words that left your mouth.

“Well yeah, this wasn’t supposed to be anything. You got your sex and I wanted you to stop bothering me. That was the deal” You looked confused at his stare. It looked off, something you hadn’t seen plastered on his face before.

Sure, he was amazing yesterday, and he was actually nice sometimes, but you knew he just wanted sex so that’s why you put your heart wrapped with a barrier. Even if your mind told you that there was something lying underneath that made you believe you felt something for him.

“I don’t want just one night, what made you think that?” He stopped cupping your cheeks and held your hands, trying to find comfort. You only expected that out of him? He wanted to treat you to more dates, more nights. Yeah, he didn’t have good reputation from what you’ve seen but with you it’s different!

Sirius wanted to treat you better, you deserved better, you deserved the treatment he could give you.

“Cause you do that every single time, Siri. You expect me to believe you really want this?” You were mentioning the closeness between the two of you. You still weren’t trusting him quite yet, even though your heart desperately begged to. It was annoying to have your heart and mind argue about him.

“Look, if you trust me now then I’ll keep away from my flings! I’ll tell them to fuck off if you want. You can even look through my phone and block them” He took his phone out and put it out for you to take.

“I don’t need to see anything, I’ll trust you on your words. Just don’t fuck up this chance” You sighed, his desperate attempt to get you to trust him was sort of concerning but cute too.

He grabbed his phone, putting it away to do something unexpected.

Sirius grinned from ear to ear, swiftly picking you up from your sides and spinning you around. “Let’s go somewhere after work!” He set you down right after, even though he still wanted to hold you.

“Pff, okay. What about that roller skating rink that opened up down the street?” You smiled, your heart winning in the battle of whether to trust him.

“Sure, right after we’re done you better be buckled up in my car or else I’m carrying you out” He leaned down to kiss you.

“Okay okay, I’ll meet up with you right after, just don’t carry me out that’s embarrassing” You giggled, kissing him back.

After the interaction he left your trailer, not really hiding the fact that he’s been in there. He was so happy that you accepted his love. Now he would treat you with everything you wanted in life. And it would all come from him, and nobody else. He was now devoted to you.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to date Sirius, he seemed good so far, even promising to be loyal and treat you well. Time would tell whether it was a right choice or not.

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scoutswritingcorner · 29 days

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Can I request Hazbin Hotel characters reacting to an artist!reader that draws a lot but never shows anyone their work but one day accidentally left it out and their partner finds it and sees several sketches and finished drawings of them? Sorry if it’s an odd ask, I’m an artist and I thought it would be a cute idea I don’t see nearly enough, it’s okay if you can’t. Thank you either way!!!

Artist Rendition

Hazbin Gang x GN!Reader

TW:A little flirty with Angel’s reaction. Other than that none!

A/N: Not an odd request at all, Friend! For Angel’s part I did write for a male Reader and Fem Reader for Vaggie! KINDA SHORT I APOLOGIZE FRIEND!

-🦌Alastor🦌-

-🦌 Alastor was very curious to see you carry a sketchbook around all the time. He wanted to pry so badly.

-🦌 But he didn’t, he simply ignored the book and only ever asked about it if you were near him. You always get flustered and hide the book even further. Oh now he’s wondering what kind of dark secrets you have in there~

-🦌 But to his surprise when he finds it open and on a page, he sees drawings of him, he carefully flips the page and sees a half down sketch of him sitting in front of the fireplace.

-🦌 Oh boy you just made his ego inflate and his undead heart soar to new heights. His tail starts wagging and that’s the only way someone can catch how happy he is.

-🦌 Now? He’s going to poke a little fun at you, “My Dear, if you had to pick anyone in the hotel to be your muse who would it be?”

-🦌 Silly deer man loves you and your abilities, he often tells you that your work needs to be displayed in a museum.

-🍎Lucifer🍎-

-🍎 Oh boy- when he finds out you can draw? Oh he gets super excited and asks if you can draw him a duck- even if it’s a little doodle! He doesn’t care!

-He doesn’t really ask or pry into your hobby much but he will admit he does want to see what you draw.

-When he does see that you drew him of all people he gets all flustered and he’s prideful cause his partner?? His darling little angel drew him?!?

-He will volunteer to pose for you, he’s used to sitting still for hours on end!

-He will even pose naked if you want him to! Just say the word and he’ll drop his clothes right there.

-🎰Husk🎰-

-🎰 He watched you sit at the bar and draw to your heart's content and never really commented on it.

-🎰 When he does peek into your sketchbook it’s to pull behind the bar into a safe place so nothing ruins your work.

-🎰That’s when he notices the drawings and doodles of him and his tail curls happily. The way you captured him doing menial tasks sends his heart into overdrive.

-🎰 You were too good for him, damn it. The next time you find it? It has a little sticky note on the cover of your sketchbook and it has a little drawing of you with a small message, “Had to go out with Alastor. Love you, Dollface.”

-🕷️ Angel Dust 🩷-

-🕷️ Oh this man- he loves it! You’re an artist and he’s also like an artist! But of a very very different genre.

-🩷 He also doesn’t pry much as he understands privacy. He wants to give you that as much as he can since he doesn’t get much of it.

-🕷️ Once he finds out you draw him? He’s over the fucking moon cause his man? His precious boyfriend draws him!

-🩷Expect him to start flirting more and more but with art related flirts. “Come on, Suga’~ Draw me like one of your french girls~” im sorry. He’s very supportive!

-👑Charlie👑-

-👑 oh this baby girl..she’s been so busy lately that if she did notice it completely slipped her mind!

-👑 But when she finds your sketchbook? She gets super excited cause you draw this good?? She’s so proud that she immediately goes to find you!

-👑 She is another who fully supports you! You need anything, don't hesitate to ask!

-👑 Will try to convince you to start painting for the hotel! You can say no it won’t offend her.

-🎀Vaggie🎀-

-🎀 Much like Husk she won’t point it out or comment on it.

-🎀Will find out you draw her when she sees it when cleaning up and gets all blushy cause this is how you see her?

-🎀 Comes clean immediately about seeing your drawings and tells you how amazing they are.

-🎀 Shyly asks if she can pose for you next time, how could you say no to her?

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katskitoshi · 9 months

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"W-WAIT, YOU'RE NOT A BOY?" with TWISTED WONDERLAND

synopsis: he's gotten to the point where he thinks he knows everything about you, until you (accidentally) spring on him that you're not even a guy.

characters: riddle, trey, cater, ace, deuce, leona, ruggie, jack, azul, jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, vil, rook, epel, idia, ortho, malleus, lilia, silver, & sebek x fem! reader

includes: mutual crush relationships (everyone -ortho), cursing, mentions panties and bras, slightly suggestive in some parts.

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if not for an unbirthday party where you needed an outfit that accommodated your body more, riddle rosehearts would have never noticed unless you outwardly told him. only now did he realize your more feminine features, and he turns as red as his hair. after realizing, he does treat you slightly more respectful because he was raised to treat women respectfully. besides being more respectful, flustered, and in love with you, not much changed in you two's friendship.

trey clover would have found out sooner or later even if his hand never touched your bra on accident while tying your apron. he straight up asks if you're a girl, and when you tell him you are he acts surprised and flustered. honestly, not much changes. he acts the exact same but gets slightly more protective of you.

when cater diamond found out over magicam that you were a a girl, he nearly died. he just though you were one of the guys that were more naturally feminine, only to find out you're actually a female. honestly, he's not mad. he still loves you! he'll help you keep it a secret if you wish, but if you don't want to, there probably won't be a student in the school who doesn't know you're a girl. but don't worry, he'll keep all those icky pervs away!

okay, okay. because he's a little shit, he wanted to prank you and it just happened to involve you dressing yourself. so ace trappola waited until he knew you were changing to barge into your room, only to be face to face with you in just a bra and panties. he screams, like a girl, more girly than you, and rushed out the dorm with his face red. the next day is awkward, but at least he knows his crush is a girl, and that you have a really cute body under the clothes that convinces others you're a boy.

it's just so strange, the feelings deuce spade has. he even calls his mom and tells her all about his little crush. but by the way he was describing you, ms. spade didn't think you were a guy. so deuce builds up the courage to ask you if you're actually a guy. to his surprise when you tell him you're not, he dies of embarrassment. queue delinquent deuce whenever someone makes some pervy comment (or generally speaks) to you.

honestly, leona kingscholar probably knew already. he could probably sense or smell the female hormones on your or something. i don't know, all i know is that leona knows. he doesn't really have to ask or anything. he just knows. and you think he knows because he treats you better than any other male in the school. his attitude towards you doesn't ever really change but he's definitely flirty with you.

ruggie bucchi is in the same boat is leona. they both can just tell you're not a guy. however, he fears you. male hyenas usually listen to their female counterpart, so ruggie usually just listens. however, when he realizes he has control and that you aren't a threat, he's definitely becomes more friendly around you. no matter how much he fears you, his crush never ever leaves.

i won't lie, but every person in savanaclaw probably knows you're a girl. jack howl included. he won't make it painfully obvious that he knows but he definitely lets you know subtly know he knows. he shows you great amounts of respect and sometimes can't help but feel absolutely vile for thinking of you in some... not so respectful ways.

look, you're gonna give the poor octopus a heart attack once he finds out! you're filling out a contract and you inform azul ashengrotto that you're a girl and ask for certain things to be changed. he simply dies on the spot from shock and is a blushy little octopus. he thinks of using you to convince more people to the monstro lounge, but he can't do that to his crush!

just as expected, jade leech finds out rather quickly. one walk in the forrest on a hot day and a crop top with some sweat soaking through was enough to spill the beans. of course he had his suspicions, but you confirmed them for him! he finds you somehow cuter with your secret revealed. don't worry, your secret is safe with him!

floyd leech always thought you were just so cute! so, he just has to squeeze you to show you his love, right? when he squeezed you, he felt something push against him. he realized what he felt was what all the female merfolk had. "oh, shrimpy! you have boobs!" and he enjoys squeezing your boobs more than you. it doesn't matter if they're big or small, he just can't stop squeezing them!

this shouldn't come as a surprise, but it takes kalim al-asim a long time to find out. i mean, he can quite literally see you naked and be like "wow! you're very female-bodied for a guy!" of course, he didn't find out that way, but he could have. he actually found out by spilling water on you and seeing your bra. anyways, he's surprisingly calm about it. he still treats you like a friend that he has an obvious crush on, so yeah!

jamil viper is surprisingly shocked at what he found out. a little cooking mishap caused you to take off your oversized hoodie and make jamil realize your more... feminine features on your upper body. of course, he's a lot more over protective of you, and oh! he just can't stop staring! he tries his best, but his crush is just a bit more apparent!

he had always had his suspicions. vil schoenheit always thought your more feminine appearance had been more than some accidental blessing. apparently, he was proven right when on a shopping spree he got a little look of your breasts while trying on some clothes. he'll bring you all sorts of clothes that he thinks will suit you, enjoying getting to see you try on the clothes. you can tell he knows your little secret by the more.. risky.. clothes, if you can even call them that, he requests you in.

rook hunt knew from the first second he saw you. you come into night raven and expect not to be observed by the hunter? how cute. he gets actual confirmation when he was watching you change one night. of course he looked away while you were naked (maybe not), but he saw your bra and completely knew. the next day, he obviously hugged you more to try and egg you on that he knows (and feel you), but don't worry, it doesn't take to long to find out.

okay, so epel felmier though you two were on the same boat. two really pretty men cursed by genetics somehow. but, after he takes you on a magic wheel ride and feels you against him, he realizes he is alone. he's obviously flustered but he feels more manly somehow? he protects you and comes off as manly as possible. surely other guys will see how manly he is if his crush, and the only girl on campus, sees it, right?

when idia shroud found out, he was more than surprised and honestly didn't even think he could face you ever again! with a bit of convincing from his dear little brother, he could face you again. although with pink tinted hair and a red face, he'll still see you! how did he find out exactly? well, he accidentally touched you boob when aiming to punch your shoulder after a won game.

(platonic) a simple body scan gave ortho shroud the answers he needed. ortho is the biggest idia x [name] shipper on the planet! he'll call you 'big sister', and probably lock you in a room with idia if it'll help speed up the love-i-fication process. eventually he'll break the news to his brother, but he loves playing the waiting game with him. is idia getting any closer to finding out? no- wait, yes, wait-!

malleus draconia is an intelligent man. however, to crack this mystery, he'll need every clue and sign laid before him. once he pieces the picture together, he still might need to to clarify that you are in fact a woman. and don't forget, malleus is a gentleman. he'll treat you with love and respect as he courts you, beds you, and makes you his queen.

at some age, you just realize what everyone is, y'know? lilia vanrouge just knows that you're a girl. it probably started out at a gut feeling that ended up true. and maybe he'll let you know that he knows by giving you a cutely wrapped box of matching black and pink panty and bra set! maybe with a rose and a note that says 'be my girl?'

sleepyhead silver realizes completely by accident when he just wanted to lay on your shoulder. next thing you know, you've pulled his head to your thighs and when he tries to look up, he's meet with a new type of pillow. he's conflicted between staying awake or going to sleep upon this newfound discovery. either way, don't think that his sleepiness will prevent him from wanting to be as knightly as possible for you.

sebek zigvolt accidentally unhooks your bra when trying to fix your posture. it's an awkward moment and sebek is surprisingly quiet when he asks you your gender. his loudness returns as he begins yelling about how informal he's been to you. as a servant of his dear master malleus, he promises to treat you with the utmost respect!

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Dinner, Flirt and Jealousy | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary -> Steve likes to flirt with you, but you always feel Bucky looking at you when his best friend is near you. When he has the change during a dinner to have you for himself, he confesses his feelings and makes you his.

Warnings -> (E) Minors DNI, 18+, smut, noncon/dubcon (just to be safe), kinda public sex, breeding kink, unprotected p in v, oral (male!receiving), kinda praises, bit of possessive!Bucky

Wordcount -> 2.1k

Request -> Heyy!! Can you make a story about where the Avengers are on dinner in a very fancy restaurant. Everyone is talking and Steve flirts/ says something that makes her blush and Bucky gets jealous. 1) Trope, 1) version of Bucky and 13) Kink

A/N -> Hey, thank you so much for the request. I hope you like what I made out of it. My requests are open, feel free to send an ask, I also take requests for the Bucky Barnes Smut Menu.

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The Avengers and you are in a restaurant; you’re sitting next to Steve, who looks really interested in you. You two are best friends, but something changed in the way he is looking at you. Sometimes it feels like he wants more than just to be your best friend.

His hand lays next to yours, and he moves it inch by inch closer until his fingers touch yours. Steve leans closer and blows against your sensitive skin under your ear. You shiver slightly, and you can feel your cheeks heat up.

“You look adorable; I think you would also look beautiful when you carry my babies inside of you,” he tells you, kissing your cheek softly.

“Steve,” you chuckle and punch his arm softly.

He shrugs with his flirty smile on his lips and turns back to the conversation of the other Avengers. No matter how often you say no to his flirts, he always tries it again and makes you blush or laugh whenever he can.

When you turn around, you see two steel-blue eyes staring at you. The owner of them is sitting on the opposite side of the table. His jaw is clenching, and his hands on the table are formed into fists.

You roll your eyes at him, annoyed. You hate him so much. Whenever someone is flirting with you, Bucky is there, and something about him gives them a reason to run away. You don’t know why he doesn’t want someone to flirt with you, and whenever you ask, he just looks at you and turns around.

“Stevie?” you ask, and your best friend turns around with a big smile forming on his lips.

“What’s up?”

“I really want a kiss. Do you want to kiss me?” you ask with a raised eyebrow, showing Steve that Bucky is doing the staring thing again.

The two of you already talked about it, and Steve offered you some options so Bucky would maybe stop staring at you. Maybe when he thinks you're dating Steve.

Your best friend chuckles and leans closer. His lips almost brush yours, and you hear the low growl from Bucky. You capture Steve’s cheeks and pull him closer; his lips meet yours, and he kisses you passionately.

The other Avengers ignore the two of you; they are just talking about some things you don’t really know because you don’t listen to them.

Steve pulls away from you, his cheeks slightly red. You feel Bucky still staring at you; he would probably like to jump over the table and push Steve away, but it’s his best friend.

You turn your head and see the brown-haired man’s hand clenching around his class. You wonder when it will break in his tight grip.

“I need to pee,” you whisper into Steve’s ear, and he nods.

You stand up and walk through the floor, which leads to the toilets. When you reach the floor, you hear a glass breaking, knowing that Bucky's tight grip broke the glass, and he is probably wet from the water now.

Before you think more about it, you make your way through the toilets. Maybe you should have known that he needed to dry himself. So you walk into the small room.

When you’re almost finished, you hear the door open again, probably another woman who needs to use the restroom. You walk out of it, making your way to the sinks. When you wash your hands and look into the mirror, suddenly Bucky stands behind you.

He is so close that you feel his firm chest pressing against your back. You feel the bulge in his pants, and your eyes widen slowly when you understand his behavior. You don’t dare turn around; you just look at him through the mirror when his hands find their way to your waist. Does he like you and doesn’t want someone else to be as close to you as he wants to be?

“I will stuff you with my cock and pump you full with my babies,” he says quietly, leaning closer to your ear. “You’re mine, and you will carry my babies. You will look so adorable when you have our babies in your stomach, doll,” Bucky groans.

“James, let go of me,” you say, trying to push him away.

“Oh fuck, say that again. It sounds so good when you say my name,” he mumbles.

You roll your eyes, annoyed, and turn around. His face suddenly appears just inches away from yours when he smiles at you. His blue eyes are so dark with lust, almost black.

“I’m fucking-“ you get interrupted by Bucky, who moves his hips against yours, grinding his covered member against you.

“Yeah, you’re fucking me? I don’t mind. Would you prefer another position or want me to slam my thick cock immediately into your tight hole?” Bucky asks with a smirk, and you swallow.

His hand slides along your sides and comes to a halt when he is just a few inches away from your pussy. He looks deep into your eyes, his expression serious, and his tongue slides over his lips. Suddenly Bucky lifts his hand and holds them up, walking a step backwards and giving you some more space.

“Sorry,” he mumbles.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You thought he would fuck you right there and then, but he just walked backwards and said sorry? You feel your arousal dripping out of you and sobbing your panties. His words and his action turned you on, but you won’t tell him. Not after treating you the way he always did.

“I didn’t want to force you. It’s just-“ Bucky runs his fingers through his curly, brown hair. “The way he looks at you, the way he makes you laugh, and the way he touches you. The things he said, I hate it. I hate you because you make me go crazy because I love you,” he adds, staring down at the floor.

“Who is the guy you’re talking about? And you do what?” You ask, confused, unsure if you heard him right.

“Steve, he- Doll, I love you; don’t you understand? I want you to be mine,” he confesses. “I can smell you.”

Your eyes widen when he says that. The words slip over his lips, and he smirks softly when he looks up at you. Bucky lets his hands fall down and waits for you to say something, scream at him, or punch him in the face. He thought about a lot of things you could do after he told you about his feelings, but he didn't think about the way you would respond yet.

“Then do it,” you say, walking closer to him. “Bend me over that sink and make me yours; breed me, James,” you whisper into his ear, and he groans when you emphasize his name.

“This is such a fancy restaurant, and you want to do such filthy things?” Bucky asks, and you roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“If you don’t fuck me yet, I will ask Steve later,” you say with a smile, and you press your lips on his for a short but meaningful kiss.

You let go of Bucky and want to make your way to the door. His eyes are on you when you wiggle your ass softly and almost reach the door to go back to the others.

Before you can open the door, you feel his tight grip around your waist, pulling you against him and towards the sink. His bulge is pressing against your ass, and your hands grip the sink in front of you. You knew he would do that, but you didn’t know he would push his soft side completely away.

“I’m gonna fuck you. Fill you with my cock and then with my seeds, making sure you will carry our babies,” he groans, opening his belt.

You try to look around, but before you can, he pushes his upper body against yours and presses you down. Bucky pushes his pants and boxers down, letting his cock spring free. The tip is already leaking with pre-cum.

Bucky doesn’t hesitate to push your panties to the side, and he groans when he feels your wet entrance. He gives himself a few strokes before he lines himself up and pushes the head of his dick inside of you.

“You’re so tight, doll,” he mumbles, and he lets his head fall down onto your shoulder. “Making me cum almost immediately.”

You smile softly, but he doesn’t give you much time to smile about his words when he pushes himself inside of you with one movement. You moan and throw your head back. Bucky's fingers dig into the soft skin of your waist when he starts to move inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans and kisses your neck, biting into the sensitive skin. “Almost want to cum already,” he mumbles.

Bucky thrusts in a steady but harsh rhythm into your tight cunt. Your walls are squeezing him, making him groan against your neck.

His hand finds its way to your front, the cold metal touching your hot skin. Bucky's finger rubs over your clit in small circles while he fucks you from behind.

“Bucky- so close,” you whimper, and you try to ground yourself with your hands at the sink.

His harsh movements and your growing orgasm make your knees weak and shake slightly. The brown-haired man chuckles and kisses your neck up to your ear.

“You’re mine, aren’t you? And you will carry our kids and only ours; tell me you will." he breathes against your ear, and you moan in response.

“I am. And only our kids. Please, can I cum?” you ask, moaning and getting a nod from him.

“Cum for me, doll, and I will paint your walls with my seed. I will breed you,” he groans.

His grip of his hand around your waist tightens, and the metal fingers put more pressure between your legs. You throw your head back and against Bucky's shoulder. Your walls are clenching around his cock, and he hits your sweet spot with every movement inside of you.

He thrusts deep into you; you cum all over his dick, squeezing him inside of you. Bucky groans and cums inside of you, painting your walls with his seeds. He fucks the two of you through your orgasm while he trails kisses along your neck.

“You did so well for me, doll. Squeezed me cock so well, and now you’re filled with my cum,” Bucky mumbles and pulls himself slowly out of you, then he takes a step back and breathes heavily.

His cum is dripping out of your cunt and along your thighs. Bucky looks at the wide seeds before he looks up and smirks at you. His hand finds its way into your neck, and he turns you around and pushes you down on your knees.

“It doesn’t clean itself, doll,” he says, holding his dick with his other hand in front of your face.

He slaps the tip against your lips, making you open his mouth for him. Bucky pushes his dick into your mouth. Your tongue circles around his tip before you clean his cock with your tongue. You look at him, his eyes focused on you, and the groans that are leaving his lips let your cunt drip in anticipation again.

“I will fuck you all night when we’re back home,” he tells you and pulls you up before he crashes his lips on yours and kisses you passionately. “I love you, doll. And I don’t want someone else fucking or looking at you the way I do,” he tells you. You smirk before you pull him in for another kiss.

“But I want you on top of me next time because I love you too, and I want to look into your eyes while you fuck me.”

Bucky nods at your smile and helps you bring your clothes into their right place again. Then the two of you walk back to the others, holding each other's hand.

They all look at the two of you, smirking. Everyone of them knows why you did it in the bathroom, but they also know about the feelings no one of you wanted to admit before.

“Finally, pal. I really thought I needed to fuck her that you tell her about your feelings,” Steve says with a laugh.

Bucky stares at him. Jaw clenching about his words, he immediately wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer. Bucky kisses your cheek, and you smile about it.

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