#yes shower him with kisses on those spots instead please

[nikageeee]

Possibly tmi but does anyone else have the headcanon that uh…

Travis kinda likes grazing his teeth across his partners neck and shoulders, but he may freak out if it is done to him.

He prefers gentle touches and kisses there.

[ladyelissarose]

‘Stop Thinking!’

Miguel O’Hara x girlfriend reader

Warnings; 4K!!! NSFW, smut. Very fluffy- Like fluffy overload. Soft Miguel. I feel like he would be such a soft and sweet person while off-work. (Like look at how sweet he was with Gabriella) anyways. Enjoy y’all!


Author’s note: so this is my first time writing smut. I have no experience in this area of writing. But I wanted to try something new for y’all. So far I’ve been learning from all the amazing smut fics I’ve read. (There are some great ones out there!!) So please, I’m willing to take some word from y’all if y’all like or see something that is fixable! Likes and reblogs are much appreciated- much love y’all! message me if you’ll like to mention something in private;)




“Oh!- Miguelll. Ah! That’s tickles.”


You let out a soft giggle as Miguel laid on top of you in bed, at your shared apartment, kissing your soft stomach wherever he pleased. You both decided to take the day off, (more like you pushed him to finally agree because you saw how exhausted he was) after being stressed out and running on 24 back to back shifts all to protect the spider-universes.

Jess and Peter B. had it in their control, along with LEGO Spider-Man too, (Miguel actually trusted that poor LEGO and seemed more at peace with him along with the others than not.) Anyways, while a very attention deprived Miguel tried to shower you in his once all pent up love and touch, you were too busy still thinking and being busy.


“I wonder if Hobie is going to pull a funny prank once you get back, he hates your guts yet can never leave your lair area.”


Miguel mumbled incoherent words as his lips kissed every part of your soft tummy, your shirt now scrunched up to your neck. You were in simple panties while Miguel rested in his boxers, choosing to have less clothing between the two. You felt Miguel all over you, relaxing in his touch but thought a little more before adding,


“Baby can I babysit MayDay one day? So Peter B and you can work better together and he’s not very distracted?”

This time he let out a groan which you considered a ‘yes’.


“Oh yay!”

To that he softly bit your tummy, to which you let out a soft squeak but nonetheless put forth,

“Or maybe I’ll go on a mission with all the teens, they all seem pretty fun, especially Miles and Pavtir. Gwen gives me ‘mommers’ energy, I’ll invite her to the mall instead. ohhhh.”


 He had just left a super wet kiss in between your breasts after giving attention to them, but he replied,
“Hmm hmm amor.”
Miguel loved to hear you talk, it was no doubt that hearing your voice made his day better (especially when certain spiderlings gave him a hard time.)

But right now, he didn’t want to hear that, he just wanted to hear your soft sighs, those little hitched breaths when he kissed a certain spot. Although more than any of those, it was the whimpers and pleading cried you made for him, along with the sweet moans that were addicting and music to his ears.

Buuuuuut, you wouldn’t god damn shut up. Your mind was working to fast instead of slowing down.
“Hey Miguel, when do you think Jess will have her bab-“

Ok, he has had it, pushing his hair back with one hand he lifted up off of your for a second before stressing out his desperation,


“Por Dios amor, can you shut the hell up for one minute?”

Silence filed the room instantly, you snapped out of your chatty self and saw Miguel’s warm brown eyes hold a yearning in them, and he was breathing hard yet letting in and out slowly. You felt bad for being selfish much, and for not being able to decompress for him.

“I’m sorry Miguel.”

A pout fell on your lips which he kissed away instantly,
“It’s ok amor... I’m not mad. Just... relax.”

You nodded and he then kissed you, feeling that you might give in already, but you began to make excuses against his lips. Mumbling the words against him as he had refused to separate from your lips,
“-ut Migg-“

He pulled away with a huff and held up a very serious finger to your lips gently,
“Don’t ‘But Miggy’ me. Miguel, your boyfriend is telling you to shut up and let me love you. No more work, or nothing. All I want to hear from those pretty lips is moans and my name. Es todo, y nada mas.”


A little snicker passed your lips as you then exaggerated with heavy pants,
 “Oh yeah! Yes please! Ohh- AH MIGUELLL! Oh- fuck!!”


Miguel let out a delicious chuckle with a smirk, groaning lowly as he seated himself deep inside you, relishing in the fact of how you squeezed him so perfectly, hitting all the right spots for him. You were left breath and wordless, as his sudden act caught you off guard and now shut up. You let out a shaky breath and a small moan, trying to suppress it as he pressed in harder and held his place as he whispered to your ear,


“Wanna be quiet now? Thought you wanted to be loud? Hm queirda?”


Teasingly he dragged his fangs across your neck, placing feather light kisses behind the wet trails he left. You squeezed his broad shoulders tightly and in that moment you tried to admire his stealth and magnificence above you, but your mind went racing, and you lost yourself in his eyes as you once again went into thinking,
‘How’d his big size fit in so quickly and unexpectedly-‘


“Amor. Are you ok with this- I’m sorry if I-“

Miguel had the guiltiest frown and started to pull away, and you felt as if your air was being taken from you. How could he think he was in the wrong for absolutely praising and pleasuring you?

With grabby hands you pulled him flush against your chest as you pleaded,

“No no no! You’re ok baby, I swear.”


 His brow picked up a bit as he then asked curiously, showing how much he actually cared about ‘you’ over everything, even while still balls deep inside you,
“Then what’s wrong amor? Hm?”


His homey brown eyes bore only yours as you calmed him,
“Sorry, I was just.. lost in thought.”


 His frown was long gone as he pursed his thick lips and couldn’t help but tsk,
“You still have a question do you?”


Your cheeks burned bright red as you slowly nodded and whimpered,

“yes.”

He propped himself on his elbows to not crush you as he then threatened with a kiss to your nose,
“You have one last question to ask before I rail you until you stop thinking.”


 A breath left your chest in satisfaction as you wiggled a bit, biting down a moan from feeling him swell harder in you, and perfectly ignoring how he bit his lips hard to contain himself. You then raked your hands across his back as you perked,
“How’d you squeeze yourself so easily inside of me? When it usually takes-“

Then you took one of his hands and kissed his knuckles before continuing,
“-your fingers to warm me up?”


 Miguel let out one of his warmest smiles that had a hint of tease in it as he replied,
“Well... you were to busy thinking up here *kiss on your head* instead of thinking down here!-“


And with a quick pull back he slammed himself back into you, causing you to arch into him and this time really moan out,
“Ahhh! Oh Miiiguel.”


“Si? I’m here amor. And you-“

Another deep thrust*

“-were long ready before you even knew it.”

deep thrust*

“Oh go-“

“No amor.. just me.. Miguel. Vamos amor, say my name.”

Lust and pride burned red in his eyes as he looked down at your smaller form under his, adoring every move and sound you made, because of him.

With gentle but hard moves he thrusted into you, being the cause of your short breaths and little whimpers that he was now happy to receive and hear. Arms wrapped around him you pulled yourself up and bit onto his lips, and you left him a sweet kiss before challenging with a sultry voice,


“Make me, Miguel.”


His slower, languid movements suddenly stopped, as he watched you look up at him with a high chin. You let go of his arms and dropped yourself back down, lifting your arms above your head and resting them there. You were sure in a damn mood huh? But it only excited you and brought more to your arousal when he growled,


“Lo hare entonces.”


 Eyes now glowing red, in seconds he had one hand clasped with both of yours, fingers intertwining in a bruising grip, holding them high above your head. With his other hand, he put a soft pressure on your lower stomach, and trailed it up, expanding his fingers to get a whole feel of your skin against his. He stopped his hand right at your throat, his sweet voice betraying his sharp demeanor when he asked- of not pleaded,


“Por favor amor? Do you trust me?”


You sent him a confident smile with a verbal reply, knowing he preferred those for good confirmation,


“Yes love. I trust you.”


Fingers embracing the hold your neck gave him, he squeezed lightly, not wanting to push it too much, but it was just the right amount.

Miguel loved pushing you and trying new things, but he always did it after asking and making sure you were absolutely comfortable. If not he wouldn’t ask twice to do it or make you feel bad about not going with it.

Now your legs found place around his waist, hugging him tightly as he had pulled back and you refused him to go any further out.

But your worries about that were cut short when he began to pour his love out to you with every sharp thrust. Hitting every spot in you had you almost seeing stars, warmth seeped into you from the inside out. Low whimpers escaped his lips all while he made sure loud moans came from yours.

Also, one thing Miguel couldn’t go through this without- was the praise.

“You’re taking me so well amor, eres perfecta. All mine hm?”

A kiss to your lips he added,
“Look at you, hermosa. Tan bueno... look at me.”

You eyes had tried to flutter shut, but at his whimpering plea you couldn’t deny him. Your fucked out eyes looking into his hungry and lustful ones, you both fed off on one another, pleading for more.
 Words were almost not able to get out from how breathless he made you with every thrust. Bit with a certain one that hit you right where it made all the butterflies go all out, you did muster out,
“Y-Yes! Jus’ for you Mig- ah! Please- don’t stop!”

A heavy sigh left your lips as tears prickled in your eyes, the pleasure all too good to keep a straight face. You could feel it all building up, but it felt all too right and perfect to want to finish it and let it go so fast. And you knew Miguel felt the same when he groaned,
“Just a little longer amor, no quiero parar tampoco.”

Your legs pushed him further into you and you dug your heels into his muscled lower back, reaching up to kiss he parted lips.
 Lips then connecting he took your breath away yet provided leverage with his hard pants escaping into you. His muscles rippled under you and you could feel his every movement as he pressed himself impossibly closer to you, not getting enough of your touch or your skin against his.

A light coat of sweat covered you both at the close proximity, but neither gave a damn as you dove into the heat of this moment, embracing into this warmth and heat that was like no other. It was the kind that made you feel safe, known, belonging, cared for, and most of all.. unapologetically loved.

After every other thrust Miguel seemed to be going faster, his hand leaving your neck to use his fingers to rub against your clit, prompting you to reach your high he called his trophy.

Your moans spurred him on as you could feel that familiar and all different warmth of pleasure grow in your lower tummy. You squeezed Miguel’s hand tightly as you pleaded in between moans,
“Ah! Miguel, please.”

With a harsh but quick kiss to your lips Miguel teased,
“Please what? Qué deseas amor?”

He let out a deep groan when your walls tightened around him, making him let out a sweet low moan that was rare to get but you swallowed his every sound desperately like a drug. He smiled with his lips on yours as he asked,
“You close amor? Hm? I can feel- ahhhh.”

You’ve never heard Miguel this vocal before, and you couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t triggering something deep in you. Finding him strong in his vulnerability, as he moaned to your words,
“I’m close baby- please! F-Faster!”

Miguel then let go of your hands, and wrapped his arms around you, settling with one hand splayed on your back, and the other gripping your waist tightly, threatening to leave ‘love tattoos’. With a single kiss to you lips Miguel growled,
“Como deseas, aferrate a mi.”


 Your arms grasped tightly onto his broad shoulders, closing whatever gap was left between you two. Your cheek was pressed on his and you held his head against you possessively. 


Miguel put himself onto his knees, and laid you down while clinging onto him for life, as if you were afraid to let him go and lose everything of him. With a reassuring kiss to your head, the fight for your highs became utterly real.

With quick, deep thrusts he began to absolutely rail you, grinding onto your sweet spot with every hit, spurring you on and raising your cries for him.
“Oh Miguel! Ah! Please please- Miguel!!”

He could definitely feel how close you were to an euphoric moment, velvety walls swallowing his length and milking him for what was to come. It only encouraged him to suck up what was left of his adrenaline to sink further in and gift what he could in pleasure.


 Miguel loved you entirely, he’d kill and die for you. You had given him your heart and knew he wouldn’t screw up again, and if he did, he swore with his heart and life that he’d pay for it. In return he had finally given his to you, once he saw and knew you’d do the absolute same for him, if not more.

His life was harsh and more than occupied, he wore a mean facade 99% of the time so he wouldn’t be stepped on, but with you, he could be 100% himself, and this is who he was. A loving, self-sacrificing man, who was vulnerable and healing by giving his all to you. Showing his love endlessly by making himself yours and you his. 
 Feeling himself coming to close to his release, he let go of your waist and trailed his hand to your clit, using his fingers to press down harsh and tight circles that have you curling your toes.
“Vamos amor, come baby I’m right with you. I’m h-here.”


 His words cut short when you finally let go at his command, gushing on him as you let out a deep cry of his name and ‘I love you’s’. 
 Miguel embraced you close as he let go right after you, panting and kissing your neck as he let his cum paint inside of you, marking you once again as his. With a couple last deep thrusts, he finally came to a stop and took deep breaths in between heartfelt words.


“I.. I love you amor.. so m-much.”


You responded with a light kiss to his lips and a mumble, feeling the exhaustion slowly take over,
“I love you... more baby.”


 Miguel got up on his elbows, muttering comforting words as he slowly started to pull out, but you whined a bit and held his shoulders, a small but visible pout on your lips. He thought you were very sore after such a long and hard session, but you quickly said,
“Stay inside.. I.. I want you close.”


 Miguel smiled at you sweetly, knowing that he too would love to do the same, but you needed a refreshing bath first. So he bargained and promised,
“Why don’t we take a quick bath, then we can do that, yeah amor?”

You thought for a minute before accepting he was right, the sticky feeling in your legs showing so. The thought of having cool yet warm water embrace your growing sore body, had you ready to get up immediately.


“Ok baby, let me get up to start it-“

“No no no... let me carry you, come on.”


Like the strong man he was, he was able to sweep you up into a bridal style, carrying you gently into the bathroom as you muttered,
“Thank you..”

“Anytime amor. Sit here while I get the stuff ready.”


 He gently placed you on the sink and wrapped you with the sheet you dragged along so you wouldn’t get cold, pressing a kiss to your lips twice, he then went on to prepping your bath. 


Having memorized all the salts and bath bombs you preferred most for soreness and relaxation, Miguel efficiently and quietly placed them all into the warm water, splashing it a bit to make more bubbles (as he knew you secretly loved it passionately) 

 In peace you watched how his back muscles moved so enticingly with every thing he did. They were so big and comforting to touch.

He used his strength to take out big scary guys and protect his multiverses... but he also used them to make your bath perfect, and that thought... did warm your heart and make you fall harder for him as always.

His chiseled chest gleaming in light and in his sweat, brought you back to earth as he walked toward you with a warm smile and soft words,
“Ok mi amor, it’s ready, come on.”


 With one arm he picked you up, only confirming how tough you thought he was, and he gently and carefully placed you both in. His chest against your back he held you close, his hands never leaving your body. 


You two sat in quiet for a bit, relishing in the water and in each other, soon then Miguel asked if you were ok and not hurt at all, you responded with,
“I feel complete with you. I’m perfectly safe and happy baby.”


 With peppering kisses you two helped each other clean up, you too also asking him questions to make sure he was ok as well, and he responded assuringly,
“Never been better. Contigo estoy contento amor.”


 Little after you both were ready to hop out, as the water had cooled down. Drying off with fluffy towels, exchanging shy and loving glances at your exposed bodies made you both giggle a bit and have rosy faces, but you’ve never felt more free and safe. 


Massages were given to your sore legs and back, as Miguel rubbed on some lotion for you. You tried to do the same, but ended up being enthralled by how rock hard his abs were that you got distracted a couple of times.

So you instead helped him back by getting some fresh water and popping some fruit in his mouth, he couldn’t resist but return that favor but also steal fruity kisses. Then you two put out clean sheets, it all felt so romantic yet domestic, and beautiful combination that was so perfect. 
 Now completing his promise, the big, strong, mean and hard Miguel held puppy eyes and crawled on top of your laying form and whispered,
“Can we still...?”

“Yes baby, I haven’t changed my mind. C’mere.”


 He smiled like a dork, as he guided himself into you once again, this time he was soft yet firm, but you both sighed contentedly once he was fully inside.

Half of his weight rested on you, his legs to the side as his face came to hide in your neck, his hand finding place on your head and the other intertwined with yours. You cradled his head and kissed it sweetly,
“Goodnight baby, get some sleep.”


 Your words sounded like he was the only one going to be sleeping. Your voice sounded so alive compared to his, and he could only grumble,
“You better not be thinking. Go to sleep.”

“Miggy-“


 His head lifted to be above you as he worded seriously yet with a tease,
“Go mimis. Please amor. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

You lifted a brow and sassed,
“Promising another round sir?”


 Calling ‘sir’ had him smirk and threaten,

“More like rounds. I won’t only make your legs sore but your brain too.”

“Mmmm challenge accepted-“

He sighed a short laugh of disbelief at your still sassiness as he plopped back down into your neck.
“Mimis amor. Now.”

You were going to respond, but a sudden deep yawn came over you, and in seconds you felt extremely exhausted. Eyes closing slowly you worded lastly,
“G’night baby.. love you.”


 Miguel hummed against you, content to hear you passing out as he replied,
“Sweet dreams amor.. love you too.”


 You passed out before he even finished, he felt the deep breaths you took and how your hand went limp on his head. He smiled to himself and got comfortable, before riding his sleeping chariot alongside you.

Spanish Translations;
amor- love
Queirda- dear
Como deseas- as you wish
Es todo, y nada mas- that’s it, and nothing more
Lo hare entonces- I’ll do it then.
Aferrate a mi- Hold onto me
Vamos- come on
Contigo estoy contento- With you I’m happy
Eres perfecta- you’re perfect
Mimis- night-night

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Shower

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: smut

warning/s: unprotected p in v(wrap it before you tap it), slight degradation and slight praise, edging

a/n: established relationship, switch!jisung, switch!reader, wrote this at work pls lmao, i'm working on other bigger fics so enjoy this in the mean time!🤍

You and your boyfriend often shared showers and while some of them were innocent and cute, sometimes even fun when they turned into an improptu concert, but this one was far from either of those.

Jisung was particularly needy today, probably cause you haven't seen each other in a week, so when you stepped into the shower he slipped in right behind you. He wasted no time, his hands planted on your hips right away as he leaned in closer and started kissing your shoulder. You smirked as you adjusted the water.

"Something you want, honey?"- you teased.

"Mhm."- he muttered against your skin, continuing to leave kisses.

"Yeah? What is it?"- you act dumb.

"You."

"Me? What about me?"- you chuckle when he groans and pulls you closer.

"I wanna... feel that sweet cunt wrapped around me."- he whispers the last part in your ear, making shivers run down your spine.

"Oh yeah?"- you smirk, finally turning around to face him, and see the state he's in, his pupils blown and dick already hard and leaking. His eyes roam all over your body as he licks his lips.

"Get on your knees, Jisung."- you say, your eyes narrowing. He gulps and does as he was told.

"Hands behind your back."- you order and he obeys. You grab a fistful of his hair and bring him closer to your core.

"This what you want?"- you ask.

"Yes please, yes!"- he whines.

"Yes? Then beg for it."- you grip his hair harder.

"Please Y/N, let me taste you. Just a little bit. Please, please."- Jisung whimpered, digging his nails into his palms, leaning his cheek on your thigh.

"Make it worth my while."- you say pulling him in closer and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder.

Jisung almost cried out as soon as his tongue came into contact with your dripping pussy. He didn't play around, like usually when he takes his time, eating you out for hours, instead he pushed his tongue in immediately. His nose was brushing up against your clit in the right way as he started moving his tongue inside you, desperately pushing his face into you, hungry for the sweet taste of you.

Your legs buckled but you managed to ground yourself by gripping his hair even harder and he moaned into you, the vibrations making you twitch against him. You wanted to fuck his face hard but right now, you had other plans for him.

So, you pulled him away from you and Jisung instantly whimpered, his big boba eyes looking up at you like he'll cry any second now.

"You look pathetic right now."- you smirk. "So desperate."

"Yes, I'm desperate for you. Please, baby."- he begged again.

"Get up."- you said and he got up fast, anticipating your next order.

You turned around, planting your palms on the wall in front of you.

"Well, what are you waiting for now?"- you looked back at him. "Fuck me, Jisung."- you said, spreading your legs and arching your back for him.

He practically drooled at the sight of you like this, his eyes almost rolling back in his head. He grabbed your hip, other hand on his hard cock, pressing the tip against your wet entrance. You moaned leaning back into him.

"Any day now."- you taunted him and he rolled his eyes playfully even though you couldn't see it. You were just as desperate as he was.

Jisung pushed all of his length in, the stretch and the force of his hips making you almost slip but he put his arms around you and held you tightly as he started to fuck into you, the position making him hit the sweet spot inside you right away.

"Oh my god, Ji!"- you whimpered and he bit on your shoulder, your whimpers turning him on even more. One of his hands held your waist and he grabbed your neck with his other hand, not squeezing, just holding you in place so he can fuck you harder.

"I'm close, faster!"- you moaned, scratching at the wall and feeling dizzy from the way he was pounding into you.

He obliged and fucked you harder, his tip kissing your cervix every time he pushed in. Jisung squeezed your neck just a little and that was enough for you to explode all over his cock. Everything became incedibly wet and Jisung was losing it, so close to his high so he chased it.

"Stop."- you ordered. Jisung almost cursed you then but he still obeyed, stilling his hips, his cock throbbing inside you. He felt hot and heavy inside your leaking pussy and you clenched around him making him groan.

"Fuck, Y/N! I need to come please!"

"Not yet."- you said, breathing hard. Jisung gripped your hips harder, trying to move subtly, you reached behind and pinched his ass making him whine.

"Come on Y/N, please. Don't you wanna come on my cock again?"- he smirked against your neck, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe before he bit into your skin and sucked.

He was tempting you and it was successful.

"Move."- you ordered so he started snapping his hips into you harder than before and if he wasn't still holding you tightly you'd probably crack your head on the wall.

"Ahh, fuck!"- you moaned loudly as he whined desperately into your ear, grabbing at your body and pistoning into you.

"Mm you fuck me so well Jisungie."- you said and he grunted, digging his nails into your hip, his other hand still around your neck.

"Let me come baby, please!"- he tries again.

"Make me come again and I'll think about it."- you tease him.

"Oh god, I don't know if I can take anymore! I'm so close!"- Jisung practically cries.

"Yes you can. Hold it in baby."- you say and he exhales and starts fucking into you faster, the sounds of skin slapping skin filling your little shower. His hand is inching closer to your core until his fingertips press on your clit and he starts flicking it fast. That paired with the way he's mercilessly thrusting into you makes you explode again. Your knees buckle as you scream and Jisung is proud that he's made you unravel, and he knows you can't take much more, before long you'll let him come too.

"Stop."- you say and he stops again, his hands ending up on your breasts, squeezing them and playing with your nipples.

"Haven't I pleased you well, baby? Let me come inside that pretty pussy, hm?"- Jisung whispers into your ear.

Your legs are tired, your pussy throbbing from overstimulation, and even though you love teasing your boyfriend, the need to feel his warm come fill you up was stronger than anything in that moment.

"You can come."- you say and before you even finish the sentence he's fucking you like a feral animal, tears gathering in your eyes from the pleasure of his cock splitting your pussy apart. You can't even tease him for coming so fast, only after a few strong thrusts, he explodes inside you, the warmness spreading inside you making you come again with him.

"Fucking hell."- Jisung chuckles, wrapping his arms around you, his cock slipping out of your fucked out pussy. You feel his come mixed with yours slide down your inner thigh and you whimper.

"You did so well, Ji."- you say between breaths.

"You did so well too, baby."- he smiles and kisses your head.

[roosterforme]

The Younger Kind Part 7 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley goes on his second date with Amanda. She's beautiful, sweet, and so into him. But you're on his mind like always and he needs to do something to finally get you out of his head and out of his system. He has an all too willing participant.

Warnings: Smut, angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4600 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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On Saturday evening, Bradley was getting ready for his second date with Amanda. He had been steadily beating himself up since you left on Friday morning. He could tell you were upset with him. Honestly, he was upset with himself. Kissing you while he was drunk had been bad. Seriously some college fuckboy shit. Probably worse than the guys your own age, because he should know better. Because he was so much older than you. 

And then he had kept you here all night, basically hijacking you when he should have sent you home. Instead, he had taken you to his bed. 

But now, the joke was on him, because his entire fucking room smelled like you. When he had tried to fall asleep on Friday night, his pillow smelled like a field of wildflowers. And then all he could picture were your glossy lips, pouting with a bright red Skittle perched between them. 

His dick was rock hard after that, and it had been almost painful how badly he needed to masturbate to the thought of you at midnight, his face buried in his pillow.

But that was yesterday. Now he was fresh out of the shower, where he had masturbated again, this time thinking about you in those cutoff denim shorts you had. At least now he was considerably less wound up as he let Noah play on his bed while he picked out something to wear to this film festival with Amanda. 

Amanda. Yes. Now she seemed like a safe bet. She checked off all of his boxes, and she was definitely giving off the vibe that she was into him. She had even been the one to initiate plans for the second date. 

"Should daddy wear this on his date tonight?" he asked Noah who was playing with some stuffed animals. He held up jeans and another Hawaiian print shirt. 

"For the babysitter?" he asked, perking up. 

Bradley swallowed hard. He wished. "No, bub. You get to hang out with your babysitter. I'm going to watch some movies with another woman."

Noah turned back to his stuffed panda and said, "Stay home and play with us. And eat ants on logs."

Bradley dropped the clothing onto his bed and ran his hands over his face. He stood there in his underwear for a minute, taking deep breaths. 

"Noah, I'm going out with this lady so that hopefully you can meet her one day, okay?"

He listened to his son mispronounce your name. "I thought she was your favorite."

Bradley groaned, yanking on his jeans. "She is, bub. That's the problem."

He heard you let yourself in and call out his name.

"Bradley? Noah? I'm here."

Noah slid off the bed and ran out of the room as soon as he heard your voice. Bradley also felt like running into the living room to give you a hug. Instead he finished getting dressed and ran his fingers through his hair to make it look better. But when he made his way to the living room and spotted you holding Noah, wearing those cutoff shorts and a tank top, Bradley thought maybe he should have jerked off again. 

"Hi," you whispered to him, trying to keep your expression neutral. Bradley wasn't sure if you were still upset with him because he had kissed you, but he did promise not to let it happen again. He would also wake you up if you ever dozed off on the couch again. 

"Princess." The name was out of his mouth before he could take it back, and he watched your expression change. Now you looked pleased with yourself as you set Noah down. 

"You look nice," you told him. "For your second date."

He laughed. "Yeah, I guess I have you to thank for that, since you fixed my app for me."

Bradley watched your face fall a little bit. "That must be it," you agreed. "Where are you going?" you asked as you pulled some coloring books out of your bag and held them out for Noah. 

"A film festival. In Balboa Park," Bradley replied. He watched Noah select the dog themed book and plop down right on the living room floor with it. 

You ruffled Noah's hair and handed him a box of crayons, and Bradley was once again aching for you.

"A film festival? Sounds right up your alley," you told him. You chewed on your lip for a beat before you added, "Maybe you should take your pajama pants and some popcorn."

Bradley could picture cuddling with you and feeding you popcorn in this room so easily, he needed to close his eyes and take a deep breath. 

"Nah, I'd miss my own couch too much," he promised you. 

"Ah, I see. Maybe for your third date then? You might need your couch?"

No.

He thought it so quickly. Almost said it out loud. Because he honestly could not picture bringing Amanda here after a third date.

Instead he said, "We'll see."

You nodded before you sat on the floor next to Noah. "Well, have fun."

Bradley cleared his throat. "If the two of you need your crowns, Noah's is on his dresser. And yours is on my bedpost."

Your eyes popped up to meet his, and your lips parted. He had hung it there again after you moved it before you left for your class yesterday. It was where it belonged.

"Thanks," you whispered. 

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As soon as Bradley left, you could feel your body sagging. You watched Noah color while you took a minute to catch your breath. A second date wasn't the most serious thing in the world, but you needed to get over him now. Before it got any worse. Because even if not with Amanda, there would eventually be a third date, and a fourth, and a sleepover, and a relationship. 

You felt sick now. 

"Can you color that dog green?" Noah asked, looking at you with his sweet face and handing you a crayon. "What's wrong?" he asked, climbing into your lap and mispronouncing your name.

"Nothing is wrong, Noah. I get to color with you and make you dinner."

He settled back onto the floor and said, "I wanted daddy to stay here tonight."

You sighed. "That would have been nice." You wondered what this woman looked like. She must have been pretty. Most of the women you saw messaging had pretty profile photos. They all looked like real adults, too. Women who had established careers, and maybe kids of their own. The kind of woman Bradley was looking for. 

"Are you hungry?" you asked Noah. "Want me to make you some spaghetti?"

You tried your best not to let your thoughts stray to Bradley, but when you opened the refrigerator to get some milk out for Noah, you saw that Bradley had purchased two more bottles of the French vanilla coffee creamer. You knew he must have preferred hazelnut, but he seemed to have switched to your favorite flavor. 

You slammed the door shut hard enough that Noah jumped in his seat. "Sorry," you whispered, kissing the top of his head and pouring him some milk. "Okay, time for spaghetti."

Apparently Bradley liked you well enough to keep you coming back to babysit, but not enough that he would kiss you again when he wasn't drunk and rambling about how pretty he thought you were. 

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Amanda was snuggled up against Bradley on the picnic blanket she had brought. He was already sitting awkwardly as it was, and now his back was starting to hurt as she was pressing her body along his arm. He could feel her breasts rubbing against his bicep, and he wasn't sure what he should do about it. 

"Mind if I lay back?" he asked, feeling like this date was not going as well as dinner had two nights ago.

"Sounds good," Amanda practically purred, planting her palm against his chest and pushing Bradley back. When he propped his arm behind his head, he was still able to see the gigantic screen that had been set up in the park, but soon Amanda was laying on his chest, blocking the view.

"Oh, okay," he whispered, and she smiled, resting her chin on his chest.

"I mean, we weren't really watching it anyway, right?" Amanda asked, and a really adorable smile lit up her face as she licked her lips. She was pretty. And now she was scooting up along his body, her dress pulling a bit, exposing more of the tops of her breasts. 

Bradley swallowed hard, and then her lips were on his. She pushed her fingers into his hair, but it kind of tickled more than anything, and Bradley was barely returning the kiss. It wasn't bad, but he also had no problem keeping both hands tucked underneath his head. 

Amanda moaned softly, and he supposed it would have been enough to get him going, but now he was thinking about how his bed still smelled like you. When he tried to go to sleep later, he was probably going to get hard again. Harder than Amanda would be able to get him with her mouth on him. 

Bradley pulled back a tiny bit, and thankfully his phone vibrated in his pocket. "Gotta check that, sorry," he muttered, unlocking his phone to see that you had sent him an image. He opened it with a pounding heart and clumsy fingers, revealing a photo of Noah in his crown, writing DADDY on a sheet of yellow construction paper. 

Bradley just wanted to be at home. 

"Everything okay?" Amanda asked, sounding a little impatient.  

"Uh, yeah. One second," he mumbled, sending you a text back.

Are you wearing your crown too?

Almost instantly you wrote back to him, and Bradley was excited to see another photo of you in your crown. But he didn't get one.

Babysitter: No. I'm not feeling like much of a princess tonight. Enjoy your date.

Bradley sat up again, not sure why that bothered him so much. 

"What's wrong?" Amanda asked. 

"Nothing," he insisted, and then she was touching him again, her lips gliding along his neck. 

"Good," she whispered, running her hand along his arm and lacing her fingers with his. And then thankfully the credits started rolling, and everyone on the neighboring blankets started to stand up. 

"Movie's over," Bradley said like a straight up dunce, getting to his feet and pulling Amanda up as well. He checked his phone again. It was almost 10:30 and you hadn't said anything else to him. 

"Oh, well, it's early. How about we go get dessert or coffee?" Amanda asked, insisting on keeping her fingers linked with his. "Or.... I could show you my place?"

Bradley just grunted. "I need to get back to my babysitter."

"Right," Amanda replied. "Walk me to my car?"

Bradley nodded, and managed to get her in her car only after she kissed him and rubbed herself against the front of his body. She moaned into his mouth, and Bradley honestly didn't know what the fuck was wrong with him. She was perfect, and she was clearly keen on fucking him. 

He broke away, and when he was about to tell her good night, she said, "Call me and we can set up another date." But he just nodded and started to head for his Bronco. 

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After you gave Noah a bath and got him changed into pajamas, you and he shared a snack. 

"Can you teach my dad how to make the ants on the logs?" he asked as you carried him to his bed.

You chuckled. "I can try, Noah, but I don't know if he could even handle doing that much in the kitchen."

Noah sighed and snuggled in with his stuffed animals. "The food is better with you here," he said with a yawn, and you rubbed his back until he was sleeping. 

Then you went about your routine of picking up toys, cleaning the kitchen, and getting some food prepared for the boys. Because even if it broke your heart to know that Bradley didn't want you, there was just no way you could leave him and Noah hanging. You started by making more carrot sticks for them, and then you moved on to a few dinners before curling up on the couch with your textbooks and some Skittles. 

Bradley's date must have been going well. It was pretty late, and you were trying not to think about it. You had clinicals coming up, and you needed to study. You made it about thirty minutes into your reading by the time you thought you heard Bradley pulling into the driveway. And when he rushed inside you looked up at him, just as you popped an orange Skittle into your mouth. 

"Princess," he muttered, smiling softly at you. 

"Bradley."

"Why aren't you wearing your crown?" he asked, closing the door behind him, but never taking his eyes off you.

You laughed, popping two yellow Skittles between your lips as you closed up your book and put it in your bag. "Why aren't you still on your date?"

"I asked you first," he insisted, and you rolled your eyes. 

"I just felt more like a peasant than a princess. That's all. Now, why are you home already?"

Bradley's brow was scrunched as he sat down right in the middle of the couch, his leg rubbing yours as you immediately stood. He looked up at you, saying, "I'm not really sure." He eyed you up and down where you stood in front of him, like you were on display for his eyes only. "And you're no peasant."

His gaze was making you feel warm as you ate the last Skittle and dropped the wrapper into your bag. "I guess you're the peasant. No Skittles for you tonight," you told him. But he just responded by licking his lips. 

"I don't deserve any," he told you, and you watched his huge hands as they slowly rubbed up and down his thighs. You thought about climbing in his lap, kissing him and letting him get a taste of the candy after all. 

Instead you told him, "You'll let me know when you're going on your third date, and I'll come over to stay with Noah." And then you hoisted your bag up higher on your shoulder. 

"I don't think there's going to be a third date," he told you, his voice so deep now, it reminded you of when you heard him in the kitchen early yesterday morning. 

"Oh." You weren't sure what to think about that. You'd psyched yourself up all night long, gotten used to the fact that this Amanda woman was going to be getting to sleep in his bed with him, unlike you. And now, maybe that wasn't actually the case. "What's the problem? She tell you she hates salad dressing?"

He shook his head. "Worse. She was pretty and nice and funny, but I didn't want to touch her."

"That's a shame," you whispered, remembering exactly how his hands and his kisses felt. "Well. You know how to reach me." Bradley was staring at your lips as you turned to leave, and you pulled the door closed behind you without another glance at him. 

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Bradley was about to beg you to stay. You were the same, still funny, witty and sharp as a tack, but he could tell you were irritated with him. He wanted to get you back to joking around in the kitchen with him. He wanted to kiss you again, push you up against his furniture. While he was sober, so you knew he meant it. 

But you were turning to leave, and he wasn't sure when you'd be back, because he didn't have any more dates planned. And he couldn't make himself want Amanda, no matter how hard he tried. 

Just as he was about to suggest you stay and have a beer with him, you were turning to leave without gracing him with another glimpse of your pretty face.

"Fuck," he groaned as the door closed behind you. "You fucking idiot," he growled, picturing those Skittles brushing against your lips before you crunched on them. He rubbed his hand along his dick through his jeans. He was hard and getting harder now, and that's when he caught sight of your hoodie on the couch next to him.

Bradley grabbed it and buried his face in it, inhaling the wildflower smell and stroking himself again. "Princess," he grunted, running his nose along the fabric. "Oh, fuck."

He unbuttoned his jeans and eased the zipper down, knowing there was only one way he was going to get a little bit of relief, short of enjoying your body right now. With one more deep inhale, Bradley let his hand glide down his abs, ready to pull his jeans down. He groaned your name this time. And then the front door opened again.

"I forgot my hoodie- Oh!" you gasped, eyes wide as you took in the sight before you. Bradley had his hand close to his cock, and your shirt was balled up in his fist, near his nose.

He was hoping you'd just turn around and leave again, pretend you didn't see any of this. He was completely mortified as he dropped your hoodie to try to cover his open zipper and his underwear from your view. At least he hadn't pulled himself out yet.

But instead of leaving, you pushed the door closed, with you firmly inside his house. You took a delicate step toward him, nibbling on your lip with your eyes trained on his. 

"Were you saying my name?" you asked softly, taking another step in his direction. He was so mesmerized by your body, with your bare legs on display, he started nodding before he could stop himself. 

"Yeah, Princess," he groaned, and he knew his cheeks must be bright red.

He watched you reach up and touch your neck. "Shouldn't you be moaning Amanda's name?" you whispered, and Bradley was treated to the sight of you pressing your fingertips to your lips. 

He just shook his head, and now you were standing right in front of him, so close he could touch you. You knew now. He was certain you knew exactly what you were doing to him. There was no turning back. 

"No, Princess. Amanda doesn't make me hard like you do."

"You were thinking about me?"

Bradley nodded. "That's the problem. I can't stop thinking about you." He couldn't believe he said that. He was going to die of mortification. 

But you whimpered, and Bradley was bucking up against nothing as your eyes dropped to his barely concealed erection. 

You bent at the waist, resting both of your palms on his knees, and Bradley was treated to a nice view down your shirt. You licked your lips, and he was about to lean forward and kiss you as you said, "I can help you with that. If you want."

Then you slowly pulled your hoodie off of his lap and glanced down. Bradley's cock was hard and huge, aching as you were touching him now. Before he could answer, he watched you sink down to your knees and settle in between his splayed legs. You were rubbing his thighs through his jeans, and his heart was pounding so hard, he thought he might pass out. 

Your voice was so soft and sweet. "Do you want me to?"

The only thing Bradley wanted was for you to take care of this for him. For him to be able to feel your hands on his body. He groaned as you ran your fingers up and over his cock, squeezing him through his jeans. 

"Oh, yeah, Princess. Please."

And then you were guiding his jeans and underwear down until he was springing to attention, finally free from the tight fabric. 

Your glossy lips were parted, and your eyes were wide as you reached for him, wrapping one hand gently around his length. You stroked him once, and Bradley almost shot up off the couch, it felt so good. 

Then you kissed his tip, swiping his precum away with your tongue, and Bradley was leaning forward and tipping your chin up to meet his eyes. 

"Princess," he groaned, running his thumb along your lips. "You done this before?" He wanted you so badly, but he couldn't stand the thought of this being your first foray into oral sex. He was simply too far gone for something so delicate. 

You parted your lips and licked his thumb with a smirk. "Yeah. Once or twice, Bradley." Your tone was sarcastic, and he throbbed in your hand. "I am in college, you know. I'll take excellent care of you, I promise," you whispered, kissing his tip again while you kept eye contact with him.

"Yeah," he grunted. "That's what I'm afraid of." He stroked your cheek, watching your every move intently. When your perfect lips parted and wrapped around his cock, Bradley ran both of his hands through his hair before fisting them at his sides. You were barely sucking on him, just the tip, but it felt so fucking good he was already panting. 

When your tongue popped out to swirl around him, he tipped his head back and groaned. "Princess," he hissed, his cock leaping in your hand as you let your thumb trail down his full length to his balls. "Goddamn it."

He watched you smirk and open your mouth wider, taking as much of him as you could. You bobbed on his length, pushing him deep enough that you were starting to gag. And that was it; Bradley's hands flew to your face, stroking your cheeks softly with his fingers before pushing back along your hair.

You watched his face as you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked harder. "Oh, fuck," he growled, neck and shoulders straining against the urge to fuck your face until he came. He didn't want to do that, not right now, because this slow agony you were putting him through was fucking fantastic. 

When you slowly dragged your lips back to his tip and popped him out of your mouth, Bradley was treated to the sight of your wide eyes and your tongue peeking out to wet your lips. You looked so fucking innocent. So young. So filthy with your tongue laving along the underside of his cock, keeping him nice and wet. 

Then you moaned softly, and Bradley hissed your name. 

You eyes met his with a soft, hazy look as you ran the tip of your nose down to his balls. "God, you're so big," you whispered, kissing him there. "Are all Daddys this big?" you asked him. 

Bradley pulled gently on your hair, tipping your head back to look at him, keeping you steady with his other hand on your neck. The softest sound escaped your parted lips as he leaned forward a bit. "Call me Daddy again."

Your lip trembled as you nodded with Bradley's hand tight around a fistful of your hair. "Okay. Daddy."

His primal moan filled the living room, as he watched you rub your cheek against the angry, red head of his cock. 

Then your perfect lips were on him again, your tongue treating him to sensations he couldn't ever remember feeling. He tried to keep his hands gentle on your face and hair, but you felt too good. He found himself guiding you a little slower, needing to make this last as long as physically possible.

You took him until you gagged again, and Bradley was seeing stars. "You're so fucking good, Princess," he groaned, but that just seemed to egg you on as you went harder. Bradley watched you take him impossibly deeper, feeling the rub of your throat along his tip. He could feel himself moving against your throat where his hand was now gripping you, and he just gaped at you, mouth hanging wide open as you licked and sucked. 

When you released him again, you used both hands to stroke him as you kissed the tip. "Do you like this, Daddy?"

Bradley's eyes were practically rolling back in his head. "Oh yeah," he grunted, thrusting up into your palm as you tickled and squeezed his balls in one small hand. 

"Do you want to cum in my mouth?" you asked him, eyes glittering as you kitten licked along his cock. He was throbbing in time with your little licks and kisses, and he leaned forward to kiss your forehead. 

"God, baby. So bad," he grunted, pushing you down gently with his palm on the back of your head. He saw you grin and heard you giggle, and he couldn't get enough. When you parted your lips for him, you guided him toward your plush tongue, tapping him against you there. Then you wrapped your mouth around him once more, and Bradley knew he wasn't going to last long. 

The obscene, wet sounds. Your soft moans. The vibrations along his dick. You were bobbing hard and fast now as he chanted Princess.... Princess!

You took him so deep, he could feel your lip and you saliva on his tightening balls as you sucked him hard. He knew his fingers were digging into your scalp, and you were squeezing his hip now. When your gaze met his, Bradley really felt his control slipping. 

"No, no, no," he whispered, wanting this to last forever. It was so good. You were too good at this. And he would be lying to himself if he said your pretty, innocent looking face wasn't making him even harder for you. 

You must have been able to tell he was close when you wrapped one hand around the base of him. You swirled your tongue while you jerked your mouth around him with such finesse, Bradley couldn't believe you were only twenty four. "So fucking good," he groaned. "God damn it!"

And then you took him like a champ, all of his thrusts hit the back of your throat, but you barely flinched, keeping your gaze on his. Your eyes were watering now, and you whimpered as he filled your mouth and throat up with his hot cum. 

It had been so long since he had been with a woman, but he didn't think he'd ever had an orgasm that lasted this long. He was still groaning, fingers gentle at the back of your head as you swallowed him down. Then you came back for more, slowly gliding your mouth back down his length before popping him out again. 

He whispered, "Princess. Fuck," as he watched you lick up the additional beads of cum that you coaxed out of him. And then Bradley was spent, sitting back against the couch in a daze. He stroked his fingers along your cheek and chin, caressing you as you continued to lovingly kiss and lick his cock as he started to grow soft in your hands. 

"You okay, Daddy?" you asked him, wiping up some of his cum from the corner of your lips.

"Princess," he whispered as you nuzzled against his hand. "You learned a lot in college, huh?"

You just giggled, and reached your finger out to his lips. Bradley opened his mouth for you, and licked up his own cum, loving the look in your half lidded eyes. He watched you lick your finger after he was done with it, and then you stood up. He thought about asking you to stay with him, but instead he just sat there with his cock hanging out and watched you pull on your hoodie. 

"Let me know when you need me again," you told him with a smirk before leaning down and kissing his forehead. Then you left again without another word. 

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Bradley got his dick wet with the babysitter. Bye, Amanda. Enjoy your babysitter fic @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 8

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Twice as wet - Mike Wheeler x reader

Part 2/2

Love note from Nina: part 2 is finally here ☺️ sorry it took so long. Hope you like it!

Warnings: smut; descriptions of cum.

Part 1 is here.

Mike followed you out of the pool and into the nearest shower - you didn’t want him to get a taste of chlorine flavored pussy, of course. While in there, you tried to act more softly around him and make sure he was comfortable.

You kissed him nice and slow, your hands on his face and chest. His lips were soft and perfect for some love bites.

- Can I take these off? - you asked, your fingers lightly touching the hem of his underwear.

- Yeah - he responded, his voice raspy.

You reached for the elastics of his underwear, pulling them down carefully. His erection sprung free, but you were locking eyes with him, and that, somehow, felt more intense and sensual.

- Turn around for me, babe? - you asked, grabbing a bar of lavender soap, the water running already.

- S-sure - he answered, turning around immediately.

You gathered some water in your hands and gently washed his body. Starting with his back, then the shoulders, the chest, the belly… Your touch was feather light and you could tell how much he was containing himself not to grab you and enter you right then and there. Good things come to those who wait, Mike, you thought.

His skin was fair and soft, and you could hear him sighing softly as you caressed his body. Your hands roamed all over him, the lavender scent mixing up with the vapors of the hot water. You lightly touched his waist, guiding him to stand underneath the shower for a quick rinse afterwards.

- Can… uh, can it be my turn now? My turn to wash you, I mean - he asked, his voice a bit low, coming off shy. He slowly reached for the bar of soap on your hand.

- Sure, babe - you smiled, turning around for him as well, your back to his front. - Come.

Your hair was up in a bun that you sloppily concocted in order to enter the shower previously, and Mike took advantage of your defenseless neck to pepper it in kisses. He had his arms around you, roaming his soapy hands through your body. But instead of soft and gentle, he was leaning more towards hungry and rough. The way his big hands squished your breasts made you bite your lip in pleasure, your eyes rolling in ecstasy. He gripped your waist firmly and groped your ass even more urgently, groaning very discreetly at how hard it made him.

You could feel his erection in between your butt cheeks, and slowly shook your hips into it. Mike let out a moan before rinsing his right hand and putting it lightly over your pussy, as if he was afraid to offend you or scare you off with his touch.

- Please let me touch you - he pleaded, as if not touching your pussy was physically hurting him at that point.

- Yes, please - you moaned.

He didn’t need any more confirmation. He dipped his middle finger inside your soaking wet pussy, hissing at the feeling of your slick walls around it.

- Fuck, you’re so wet - he whispered to your ear. He added a second finger and curled them in. The angle was perfect for your g-spot. It was unbelievable. - I can’t believe such a pretty girl is letting me touch her like that… Does it feel good, princess?

- Feels amazing, love - you could barely keep your eyes open and your knees were starting to buckle. - Do you think you can hold me up?

- Sure - he supported your upper body against the wall with his left arm, eyeing your face as you bit your lips and rolled your eyes, drunk on that pleasure. - Will you come for me?

- Yes - you said, your voice barely audible. Your moans, on the other hand, were getting a bit louder.

Then you felt it. A rush went through your whole body, your head now feeling weirdly light. Your legs were shaking and your pussy was clenching around Mike’s fingers.

- Did you… - he looked at his hand, perplexed. - Did you just squirt on my hand?

Your eyes widened in complete shock. His hand was covered in a seemingly transparent sticky fluid and some creamy white stuff as well. It was all yours. Mike Wheeler had just made you squirt.

- That… that had never happened before… - you said, still stunned. - You’re so good, Mikey…

You kissed him once again, softly.

- But, you know - you continued, biting his lip in between kisses - It’s my turn now.

You grabbed the lavender soap once again, lathering up your hands, then grabbing his erection gently. With both hands, you pumped his dick while locking eyes with him and lightly biting his lips. After a few more pumps, you went for his ear.

- You’re so big, Mikey - you whispered, nibbling his earlobe in a devilish way. - You’re gonna have to come here again for me to get a good taste of it, will you?

- Yes - he moaned. - Whenever you want…

- Whenever I want, uh? You’re such a good boy, I don’t deserve you… - you said, going back to nibbling on his earlobe. - Can you cum on my belly? I’d love to get coated in your warm cum, baby boy…

Mike groaned and hissed as rope after rope of his cum shot into your belly. His cum was thick, nearly entirely white. Seemed like he really needed to get off. He put his arms around your shoulders, catching his breath after what happened. You smiled at him.

- Feeling good, Mikey?

- So good, Y/n… - he sighed.

- I’m glad, darling - you pecked his lips. - but I’m afraid I’m gonna have to get us out of here… Mom is probably coming back soon.

- Really? - he pouted. That boy was getting cocky.

- Yeah - you pouted too. - Let’s get us all cleaned up, dried off and ready to go, ok?

You grabbed towels for the both of you and got Mike’s clothes from the backyard so he could get dressed. He walked with you to your front door.

- Mom should get here in a minute - you looked around, concerned. When you saw no one else on the street, you turned back to Mike and held his face gently in your hands. - I had a really nice time. Gimme a call, will you?

- Sure thing - he smiled. You kissed his lips one last time.

- Take care, big boy. I’ll see you - you waved as he went on his way back home.

Entering the house once again, you lied on your couch and let out a sigh. Not after five minutes, you could hear your mom’s car entering the driveway.

- Y/n - she called, leaving her keys on the kitchen table. - Did the boy come here to mow the lawn?

- Yes mom - you answered, coming into the kitchen to greet her, naturally.

- Why is the red envelope still on the fridge, then?

- I-I - you stuttered, trying to think of something. - I don’t know, I think he forgot about it, and then I forgot to give it to him…

- Ugh, you can’t remember anything, can you? - she seemed disappointed. - Ok, I’ll call his mom tomorrow.

- Sorry mom - you apologized.

Later that evening, your mom found something in the bathroom floor.

- Y/N - she nearly shouted. - Is this a boy’s underwear????

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Mature content

Over 18’s Only

Jungkook x reader

Tease…

Confused you open the apartment door, slowly peeping round it, you try to work out where all the moans and grunting noises are coming from.

“What are you doing?!! What in the ASMR type of shit is going on here?! You laugh.

You walk in and look around to find your boyfriend is lying flat on the floor on his back and covered in sweat.

“I could hear you moaning outside!”

He groans as he lifts himself up from the floor walking over to you he teases and moans

“Oh baby… mmmh…. aaah… mmmmmh….”

He continues to moan loudly, while quickly running round the kitchen counter, willing you to chase him.

“Stooop it!” You growl through gritted teeth while trying to catch up to him!

“Oh Daddy!” He yells

“Jeon Jung Kook!” You yell eventually catching up to him. Your hand clasped firmly across his mouth and the other on the back of his neck.

“Stop right now!” You growl.

“Mmmmh mm huh!” he mumbles

“What?”

“Mmmmh?!” He pleads with his eyes.

“What?!” you say again this time lifting your hand from his mouth.

“OH YEAH RIGHT THERE BABY!” He shouts.

You should have known he’d do that.

You slap your hand over his mouth again and flop your head on his chest.

“Oh my god! Your neighbours have already complained about your singing! Please just Shut.. the… fuck… uuuup!” You laugh.

You feel his hands on your hips and he’s pulling you into him.

“You’re a dick Kookie” you smile turning away from him but he still has a firm hold of you and presses his chest to your back and his mouth close to your ear “Yeah but I’m your dick!”.

“Wait that didn’t sound as cool as I thought it would.” He giggles

You turn to face him, your arms wrapping round his neck/shoulders.

“Let me make it clear… You and that dick are mine, got it?!” You smile and kiss his lips then move to the other side of the counter to finish unpacking the groceries.

Looking back you realise he’s still standing in the same position with his lips pouting.

“What’s wrong? You ask.

“I’m waiting for my erection to pass, I have a video meeting in 10 minutes and I need to shower first but you’ve… I’m… I think… I like when you claim my dick as yours”

“Do you need a hand… Baby? You moan as you bend over to put the food in the freezer.

“No… stop!” He protests

“Mmmmmh baby, that freezers packed soooo good!”

“Please stop” he sighs

“Mmmmh Yes, yes, Ooh yes my baby, I’ll stop” you moan louder sliding your hands across the counter top.

He thumps the counter top with his fist.

“Fuck baby I’m seriously going… Please stop” he bites his knuckles.

You slide closer to him, your hand slowly glides up his arm, across his shoulders eventually sliding slowly down his stomach and resting firmly over his crotch.

“Fuuuck” he sucks through his teeth “My meeting…” you softly bite his shoulder, then lightly kiss the spot.

“Ok, go shower!” you cheerfully exclaim and make your way to to the sofa.

He tips his head back in frustration.

You turn and lean over the back of the sofa and watch as he does his best to try and walk to the bathroom. “This is so unfair!” he whines

“And what have you learnt from this?” You ask.

“Ok I get it, I get it, I won’t tease you and I won’t make the sexy noises again…”

You smile a little smugly

“I’ll just fuck you right so that I make all those sounds come from you instead.” he shouts

[bullet-prooflove]

ooooh I’m very excited for the NSFW list! D K Q S T W Y Z for Will Trent

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?) 

I think Will is very attuned to his partner so it’s really about those needs in the moment. By the point you get to sleeping with each other there’s so much trust been built for a long time. If you need him dominant you’ve got it but it’s completely soft. He will never hurt you, never upset you.

He uses his tie to restrain you, he sees it as an extension of himself, a part of him that’s dedicated to giving you what you need. It’s always fashioned into a knot you can easily get out of if you wanted.

He praises you as he fucks you, pretty words in his southern drawl. He tells you how much he loves you, how good you are, how he’d give you the world if you wanted it.

It’s never about denial with Will, it’s about overstimulation, about showing you he’s the right man for you, about making sure you never have any reason to leave.

When it comes to his partner being dominant, it needs to be soft and tender. Sometimes he needs to get out of his own head and you can see it in him. You take the time to undress him, hands caressing his body, tracing over his scars, whispering the sweetest words against his skin. When he gives himself to you, its fingers laced through the headboard, there can’t be any physical restraints, his history won’t allow it.

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?) 

Will loves it when you kiss his scars, he used to try and hide them from you but over time you’ve shown him it’s nothing to be ashamed over. Now it makes him feel revered, he’s survivor you remind him.

He loves kissing down your back, the way your hips fit just perfectly in his hands as his lips trail down your spine.

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

Will sends the entire time he’s with you praising you. He doesn’t think you’ve had enough people telling you how wonderful you are, so it’s his job to do it instead. He loves when you say his name, your fingers running through his hair. He’s always quiet when he comes, moaning into your mouth because he needs every part of himself to be connected to you.

W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)

Shower sex is his thing. He usually takes a shower at the beginning of the day and the end of the day as it helps him unwind. It’s the evening session that he usually makes love to you in the shower although it’s been known to happen after a run, the two of you get mad competitive and spills over into the shower.

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?) 

Will or my love, either one makes him feel cherished.

He calls you darling, sweetheart, honey.

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?) 

When your lips trail down the scar on the side of his neck it absolutely ruins him, he gets a little needy, a little desperate.

[we-were-beautiful]

The Soft Moments

Cassian x Fem! Reader 

Summary: Cassian comes home from an extended trip to Windhaven and early morning heart to hearts happen 

Warnings: Angst and Fluff, mentions of Childhood Trauma and terrible Illyrian childhoods

Wordcount: 1.3k

A/N: Should I be working on part two to the fox and the hounds...yes... but I broke my own heart and wrote this instead

     Soft yellow lights glow as she lies there in the center of the massive bed reading from a worn book. Her petite figure nearly swallowed by the numerous pillows and blankets spread across the bed;the sound of the page turning breaks the silence briefly before the comfortable silence returns. Her eyes flicker to the door for a brief second; she had been waiting for him to come home. He had been gone for nearly two weeks leaving her on her own even after she had begged him to take her along. Their shared bed was too big for her alone and she hated sleeping by herself. Sure she could go crawl into her sisters bed but Rhys had promised her he would be back tonight. All she wanted was to wait up for her Mate, but midnight was soon approaching and still Cassian was nowhere in sight. 

     She lets out a loud sigh marking her spot in the book, leaning over to place the book on the nightstand pausing for a moment when the door knob starts to turn. Cassian strolls through the doorway, wings drooping in a way that only happens when he is exhausted. The seven red siphons he dons are mutely glowing in the dim light of the room. His broad shoulders sag as he turns to lock the door. His normally messy waves are thrown into a haphazard bun. 

     “You ok baby?” Y/N’s soft voice pierces through the silence. 

     “Hey I didn’t think you would be up.” He strides over to the bed leaning down to give his mate a kiss 

     “Rhys told me that you were coming home today, I wanted to wait up to see you. I missed you.” Y/n looked up into his warm hazel eyes. A tired smile grew across the Illyrian generals face as he reached out to cup her cheek 

     “I missed you too, my love. Give me a few minutes to get cleaned up and I will come to bed.” His voice soothing the ache that y/n had felt since he left two weeks ago. What is missing is his normal playful tone and begging her to join him in the shower for some fun time.

     She watches as his  massive figure disappeared into their bathroom hearing him turn on the shower. A part of her wants to go in and sooth her mate, but another more part reasons that maybe he needs a minute to gather himself before coming back to her. It's that part that she listens to sitting in the middle of their bed, eyes now trained on the door, ears picking up on the water being shut off. Y/N sits up straighter, propped against the pillows, as she waits for her mate to come strolling back into the room. Cassian strolls back into the room in only a pair of simple sleep pants, leaving Y/N eyes to trace over the intricate Illyrian tattoos that graced his chest and arms. He makes his way across the room towards his awaiting mate . Instead of crawling into his side of the bed he crawls into the center laying himself atop of Y/N resting his head above her heart arms circling around her waist to hold her to him. 

     “Everything ok baby?” Y/N asks again, moving one of her hands to play with his hair. Cassian grumbles a bit nuzzling his face further into her chest. 

     “Sometimes I hate those fucking camps. Delvon was just on my nerves more than usual this time around.” he squeezes her again reminding him that he is home with his mate.

     “I'm sorry my love.” Y/N gently moved her other hand to gently brush the skin between his wings feeling their weight settle further across the bed after the first stroke, Cassian's arms tighten again and his whole body tenses.

     “I’m sorry” Y/N freezes.

     “Please don’t stop” Cassian’s voice  sounded so small in comparison to his loud boisterous tone. 

     “Alright.” Y/N soothes as she resumes her actions. They stay there for a while with Cassian listening to Y/N’s heartbeat while she plays with his hair gently running her fingers up and down his spine, the silence settling over the two of them. 

     “My mom used to do this when I was a child, before I was taken to Windhaven.” His voice breaks the silence. 

     “How old were you when you were taken away from her” This was one of the first times he had opened up about his mother 

     “I was three.” Y/N felt her heart drop in her chest. The conversation she had with Rhys’ shortly after the Cauldron incident, how the bastard children in the camps were forced to fight and provide for themselves or die; and her kind and loving mate had been three. Three years old and taken away from your mother. Y/N couldn’t quite wrap her brain around it. She remembers her little sisters when they were three years old and they were in no way able to take care of themselves. Feyre had nearly stuck her hand into the fireplace at that age, and her mate was expected to be self-sufficient. 

     “You were three.. Baby” Tears were freely flowing down her face as she imagined the tiny winged toddler fighting for his very life in the harsh Illyrian mountains. She stops her actions in favor of cradling his head to her chest. “No child should ever have to go through that  let alone a toddler”

     “It's the culture, how things have always been done.” He stated the harsh reality of life in the camps, the things they were actively fighting to change.

     “That still is not ok.” She pauses for a moment “Did you ever get to find your mother again?” 

     “No, I went to find her after we had completed the blood rite. The males in the camp I was born at had worked her to death. They didn’t even give her a proper burial, just threw her body off the cliff like she was nothing. We killed nearly every male in that camp that day. Rhys and Az found the bastard that had sired me  and ripped him apart before letting me end his miserable life.” Every word out of his mouth had Y/n’s heart breaking as the tears started to flow from him as well. He was stolen from his mother and then when he went to help her found that they had killed her.

     Y/N clutched her mate to her, holding on to him nearly as tight as he was holding her. Taking comfort in one another. The two stayed clutching each other for a long time until the tears finally ran dry and the emotions stopped feeling so raw. Eventually they moved to their sides, foreheads pressed together as one of Cassian's great wings shielded them from the world around them.

     “Don’t leave me here next time. I want to come with you to the camps. I’m your mate. I want to be there for you for better or worse even when you have to deal with those bastards. An if we are ever blessed with children of our own we won't let anything like that happen to them ever.” The finality in her voice left no room for any arguments. 

     “No, any children we have will know that we love them and support them and they will have to kill me to take them from us.” He gently cups her chin placing a soft kiss to her lips sending unwavering love down their mating bond. Y/N sends the same back to him wrapping her arms around him, moving to attempt to get even closer than she already is. 

     “I love you my Mate.” She tucks her head under his chin giving him another squeeze.

     “I love you as well Mate.” Strong arms wrap around her waist holding her to his bare chest.

      “Let's get some sleep, tomorrow will be better.” His voice is gravelly as the two lovers are gently lulled to sleep tangled up in each other. 

[autocann1bal]

part four of my playlist analysis!!

part 1 &lt;- part 2 &lt;- part 3 <- back into the soup we dive

somewhere only we know - keane lockwood takes them to a special spot and they have a nice picnic on a hill and cuddle on a picnic blanket <3 we're ignoring how sad the song actually is <33.

brooklyn baby - lana del rey oh please lockwood is so brooklyn baby by lana del rey you cant tell me hes not hes a posh little london boy and lucy's a girl who grew up in a rural town in the north theyre so brooklyn baby.

sunsetz - cigarettes after sex we're ignoring the sexual aspect of this song entirely <3 anyway theyre wandering around a park just before the sunset, just being silly and cute <333. like real people do - hozier look i know we've had plenty of locklyle sleepy morning and sleepy nights but this one is DIFFERENT OK. they wake up in lockwoods bed after a rough night of panic attacks from both of them, they fell asleep in eachothers arms. lucy tries to get up without disturbing him and he, still asleep, holds her tighter and kisses her forehead. she stays till he wakes up and they kiss <333 domesticity my beloved. its called: freefall - rainbow kitten surprise george and lucy talking methinks. it just feels like a serious conversation between them. my kind of woman - mac demarco lockwood just heart-eyes-ing at lucy while she files papers in the basement or smth idk just lockwood pathetic simp mode, as usual <33. i was all over her - salvia palth lmao lockwood hopeless simp time but sad edition. the way he looks at her, like shes all hes ever wanted, all he ever will want, but the knowledge that she may never be his. this gets even worse after she starts helping him with his panic attacks, he feels like hes using her. francis forever - mitski lockwood, alone in his room, every night after lucy left. he cant get her out of his head and hes to afraid to ask george for help, for fear george will tell him to suck it up and move on (which of course would never happen). those where some rough nights for lockwood. the beer - kimya dawson lucy breakdown song (real) (not clickbait) (im definitely not writing this instead of my essay waht are you talking about) i want you - mitski lucy, longing for lockwood more than anything, but shes so deathly afraid that holly is replacing her. diet mountain dew - lana del rey ok it doesnt. really fit their dynamic i dont think but it just sounds so right ykwim? good looking - suki waterhouse hes her good looking boy!!! this song is so them just read the lyrics <33. 4 morant - doja cat erm. uhm. haha. i mean. yea. erm. so. hee hee. lockwood vibes. harness your hopes - b-side - pavement that whole 'hold me just like the morning paper' line is so simp-y lockwood <3333. dirty night clowns - chris garneau different. vibe from the last song uhhh. do i have to explain. move me - half.alive THEY ARE SO HALF.ALIVE I CANT EXPLAIN IT ITS JUST THEM. i mean the literal first line of this song is 'i never told, you never asked' which is quite literally them in episode 6 so. i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys just lockwood being a simp again and who can blame him lucy is so <333. britrock - mccafferty uh oh more mccafferty time. this song is just so lucy i dont know why it just is im sorry. im not sorry. after dark - mr. kitty sad vibes. theyre both in the dark just lying together in lockwoods bed. not even talking just together. thinking. ill call you mine - girl in red do i have a personal vendetta against this song?? yes. will it stop me from using it for Them TM?? absolutely not. cute domestic roadtrip vibes fight me. i want to be with you - chloe moriondo this one is self explanatory. bedroom ghost - flower face oops different vibe. lucy shower breakdown? no, lockwood shower breakdown :sunglasses:. privately owned spiral galaxy - crywank (specifically the lovejoy cover tho) mmm lockwood thinking alone in his room song methinks. christ alright, part 5 ig im so sorry this is so long i feel so bad dfhgfkjg

[valentineforlemonandcherry]

Foxtail & Wolfsbane Part 28

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago. 

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, and Thomas Picquery are OC characters. *Please do not repost or copy my work without my permission. Thank You!

Note: Part 28 does not contain any explicit smut. However, there are descriptions of kissing, touching, and grinding. There are also past references to sexual acts. 

Note: Please also note that, completely unrelated to any sexual acts, there is violence (fighting) and references to blood and wounds in this part. 

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The next morning, you blinked awake to find yourself wrapped snugly in Rowan’s arms. You could hear him snoring gently behind you, and his chest was pressed warmly against your back.

You glanced over at the clock on the wall. We have to go soon, to catch that Portkey.

Slipping out of Rowan’s embrace, you headed into the shower and washed up.

By the time you came back out, Rowan was gone. In fact, he wasn’t even in the room anymore.

You wrapped a bathrobe around yourself and headed for the door. You opened it and stuck your head outside, wondering if you might spot Rowan leaving or coming back to your room.  

You spotted Rowan standing in the middle of the hallway, only two doors down. He had his ear pressed up against the door. You stared at him in surprise.

Catching you poking your head out of the room, Rowan quickly lifted his finger and pressed it to his lips, indicating for you to stay silent. Then, he motioned for you to go back inside your room. Instead, you came and joined him at the door.

Rowan tried to stop you, but you slapped his hand away and pressed your ear against the door, too.

At once, you heard the innkeeper’s voice, saying loudly, “Yes! Yes, I swear to you, it was Scamander. He rented a room from me yesterday – he’s still here now! – and you know what? He brought a woman with him.”

Another voice, a woman’s voice, replied, with great interest, “A woman? Was she blonde? Wearing a print dress? Clutching a pink handbag?”

“Uh, no. Blue-haired. No handbag that I can remember.”

“Blue hair? My goodness. He’s branching out in his tastes, isn’t he? He usually goes for the more feminine sort.”

By now, Rowan was trying to pry you off the door and you were doing your damnedest to hold onto the door knob.

Rowan hissed into your ear, “You – let – go – right – now!”

You shook your head furiously and held onto the doorknob even tighter.

Meanwhile, the innkeeper continued, “Yeah, and I tell you what – he wasn’t shy about her, either! I heard them going at it for hours yesterday night!”

“Really?!”

“Yes, moaning and groaning and thumping and all the rest!”

“Excellent. Well, as promised, here’s 25 Galleons. Thank you for your information. You’re doing journalism a great service, I tell you!”

Rowan grabbed you around the waist and gave you a hard yank. Your hands finally slipped off the doorknob.

“Ah!” you gasped.

Both you and Rowan went tumbling back onto the floor.

“Ugh!” Rowan groaned as he fell back against the floor, and you landed on top of him.

There was a sudden rush of footsteps and then – the door slammed open.

“Oh, my! Speak of the devil!”

“Quick – get a picture!”

“Wha -?” Your bathrobe was in complete disarray and yet, the journalist already had her camera out and pointed towards you.

“Wait, no!” you started to yell.

Smash!

Rowan leapt to his feet, snatched the camera out of the journalist’s hands and dashed it against the floor, where it broke into several pieces.

The journalist gasped. “Rowan Scamander! Do you have any idea how expensive that camera is?”

“You can bill me for it later, Rita,” Rowan said grimly.

Rita laughed. Then, she pointed at you with a long, garish green quill. “So, this is the girl, eh? Anything you’d like to say about Rowan?”

Rowan made a snatch for the quill as well, but Rita managed to whip it away in time.

Then, Rowan stepped back, shielding you from view. “Don’t you dare drag her into your disgusting world, Skeeter.”

“Disgusting?” Rita looked highly offended. “My readers would beg to differ - ”

“Then they’re disgusting, too,” Rowan said shortly. Turning his head slightly to speak to you, Rowan murmured lowly, “Go. I’ll catch up with you.”

You were worried – not for yourself, but for Rowan. He was shivering all over with a dangerous energy. “You’re – Are you going to hurt them?”

“I’m just going to have a word with the innkeeper.”

The way he’s speaking promises something violent, though, you thought. Yet, you knew you would only make the situation more difficult by staying here. You pressed your hands against Rowan’s back, trying to be reassuring. “I’m fine, so, please don’t do anything on my behalf. Come back to our room quickly.”

Shooting Rita and the innkeeper a nasty look, you hurried back to your room.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

The minute you shut your door behind you, Rowan said, in a clipped voice, “You can go, Rita.”

Rita grinned. “Well, I got what I came here for, anyways. And, my goodness, Rowan, you’re soft with her, aren’t you? Whispering to her like that…”

Rowan glared at her.

Rita laughed, but her laugh was now nervous. “Never mind. You’ll read it all in the article tomorrow.”

Rowan growled lowly, “One of these days…”

“Yes, one of these days,” Rita said airily. “But for now, there’s nothing you can do to me, is there? Even the Ministry won’t let you off easy if you hinder their gossip column reporter…”

With that, Rita waved her fingers at Rowan before she strutted away.

Rowan grabbed the front of the innkeeper’s shirt and dragged him back into the room he’d come from. Once inside, he slammed the innkeeper against the wall.

“Sir! I’m sorry, sir!” the innkeeper yelped, terrified.

“I can’t threaten her, but I can threaten you,” Rowan growled furiously. “If you let Skeeter print even one word about the woman who came with me, I will make sure your inn never sells another room again. Am I understood?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Good. Now go.” Rowan let go of the man’s shirt.

The innkeeper hurriedly scrambled away, desperate to catch Rita and persuade her to change the details of the story to make you unidentifiable.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Rowan came back to the room, to find you already dressed and waiting nervously for him. A heavy silence engulfed the room. You bit your lower lip, too anxious to say anything.

Rowan merely asked you, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes.”

Rowan reached into his cloak, as if to make sure he had something. Then, he held his hand to you. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

You took his hand. To your relief, Rowan squeezed your hand gently, as if telling you not to worry, before he led you out of the room.

You remembered what Rowan had said to you yesterday, when the innkeeper had gone out of his way to give you two a bigger room.

“People are exhausting,” Rowan breathed out.  

You said to him, “People shouldn’t feel exhausting to you, Rowan. Not when they’re tripping over their feet to make you comfortable.”

Rowan barked out a short, bitter laugh. “Comfortable?”

Now, you were starting to understand why he had reacted that way.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

The bright, beaming girl was waiting for you and Rowan. Rowan was polite enough, but he barely looked her way. Instead, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in close to him. You stared up at him for a moment, wondering if he was all right and simultaneously knowing he wasn’t. Because Rowan wouldn’t look at you either.

The girl yelled out, “All right – 3, 2, 1!” You and Rowan reached out together and touched the glowing bucket at the same time.

Whoosh!

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Remus checked the newspapers every day, scanning it to make sure that was nothing about Sirius in there. For even though Sirius was still living with him, Remus didn’t trust Sirius to stay out of trouble. Besides, there was no telling what Wormtail was up to these days. So, even when Sirius repeatedly told him that he was being a good boy and staying put, Remus still carefully scanned the Daily Prophet every morning. Every time he flipped a page, Remus shot a dubious glance at Sirius, who was sitting across from him at the table and sipping black coffee.

Remus made to skip over the ‘Gossip’ column when a name caught his eye. He hesitated and looked closer. “Rowan Scamander, famous Magizoologist and child prodigy of Newt and Tina Scamander, was reported to have spent last night at the Knuckleberry Inn with a new woman. Sources report that she had bright pink hair and a terrible, scowling attitude...”

Remus frowned. Pink hair? But Lovely’s got blue hair.  

At once, his mind went into overdrive. Did she dye it pink? Maybe to match Rowan’s hair a bit more, so they could be a couple? Or maybe it wasn’t her at all, but another woman - but why would Rowan be with another woman? He wasn’t cheating on her, was he? If he did, he deserves a long, slow, painful death. Wait. Did he and Lovely part ways already? But then, where is Lovely? Is she safe? Is she all right?

“Moony?” Sirius looked over confusedly at Remus, who had suddenly stood up,

“Er - nothing. Sorry.” Remus sat back down. He tried to act normal, but a moment later, he had buried his head in his hands and was gripping at his hair. She did have blue hair, right? I haven’t gone completely insane. Right? 

Sirius reached over and tapped Remus’ shoulder. “No, you haven’t got blue hair, Remus. But, if you keep yanking at your hair like that, pretty soon you’re going to have no hair at all.” Sirius grinned, as he mused, “A hairless werewolf. Now, that would be interesting.”

“Shut up, Padfoot,” Remus muttered despondently. “I’ve already got enough in my head without that cursed image in my mind.”  

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Japan. 

You stared out at the snow-capped mountaintops. While the mountaintops were crested in white snow, the forest that lay immediately before you was clearly in summer mode. Flowers were bursting into life on the forest floor, and the sunlight above filtered down through the lush foliage to cast yellow-green light everywhere.

“Do you know where we need to go?” Rowan asked you.

“To a point.”

Rowan gazed at the forest for a moment. He realized, “I’ve been here before.”

You looked back at him, surprised. “You have? When?”

“Some years ago… My father and I were chasing a kappa.”

“Kappas are Japanese water demons, right?”

“Yes. And I remember…” Rowan hesitated. He couldn’t quite put into words what he had experienced. He had been running after his father, who had been single-mindedly chasing the kappa, when all of a sudden, the ground under his feet had shifted. Rowan had stopped, wondering if an earthquake was occurring. But everything was already still and back to normal. He had called out to his father, then…

“Father…”

Newt looked back at his son. “What is it, Rowan? Is something the matter?”

“Do kappas produce force fields?”

Newt shook his head. “You know they don’t, Rowan.”

Meanwhile, less than a mile away, you had just exited the eternal winter world, and unbeknownst to you, you were now carrying the Nine-Tailed Fox within your very soul…

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

The two of you were walking through the forest. Neither of you had spoken in hours.

Feeling a great need to break the awkwardness, you said, as playfully as you could, “So, you’ve dated a blonde woman who carries a pink handbag, hm?”

Rowan muttered, “I didn’t realize you picked up on that.” “Oh, come on,” you teased, “tell me about her.”

“You know her, too.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, she went to Hogwarts with us. Magdalene. She was a Hufflepuff.”

You frowned. “She was our year?”

“Yes.” Rowan glanced at you. Seeing the complete confusion on your face, he became amused. “You really didn’t interact with very many people at Hogwarts, huh?”

You shrugged.

“Her mother’s the Head of International Magical Cooperation,” he explained. “So she crosses paths quite a bit with my parents, and I end up seeing Mag a lot. In fact, when my father and I were responsible for tracking down all of the creatures’ movements, we had to report to her.”

“Ah. And have you – er  - ?” “What? Slept with her?” Rowan seemed amused that you would even ask such a thing. “Yeah, I have.”

“How many times?”

“Is this an inquisition?”

“Just answer.”

“I used to see her about once a month -”

“Once a month!” Your eyes bulged.

“ – To report our findings to her,” he answered smoothly.

“Oh.”

Rowan smirked tauntingly as he finished, “And we fucked every time.”

“Christ,” you muttered.  

“I haven’t seen her for over a year now, though. We’ve been busy with our own things.”

“Ah.”

Rowan watched you, as you were walking in front of him. He thought you were so cute to ask about these things, and he was happy to know that you were curious at all. It showed, for once, a tiny bit of possessiveness on your end, too. But it wouldn’t match up anywhere close to his, Rowan knew, as he asked you now, “Well, what about you?”

You looked back over your shoulder at him. “What about me?”

“You wouldn’t believe the amount of snide comments I got from Tristan about you,” Rowan finally revealed. “About how well he took care of you on my behalf. Fucking bastard.”

You hurriedly looked forward again, as you felt a warm blush sweep over your face. “It was merely a matter of convenience,” you said humbly.

Rowan suddenly caught up with you. He grabbed your wrist and made you spin around. “Oh, yeah? Just convenience?”

You refused to meet Rowan’s eyes as you replied, “Yep.”

“You didn’t find him handsome, like all the other girls tend to?”

In a clipped voice, you responded, “Finding someone handsome and having sex with them has no relationship. It’s not mutually inclusive or exclusive.”

Rowan replied quite quickly, “So – that’s a yes, then?”

“Okay, Rowan, this is an inquisition.” You poked at his chest. “Will you get out of the way? We need to keep going.”

Rowan’s response was to firmly guide you to the nearest tree and press you up against it. “Answer me. You found him handsome?”

You finally looked Rowan square in the eyes. “Yes, for Merlin’s sake, he’s handsome. I’m sure anyone would agree. Even you.”

“Sure, he’s handsome, the smug bastard,” Rowan muttered. Then, gazing down at you, he asked crudely, “Tell me. Did you find him handsome when he fucked you?” He lifted his hand and traced your lips with his fingers. “Did you think to yourself how good-looking he was when he was inside of you? And did you whimper like a bitch in heat when you fell to your knees and sucked on his cock?”

There was no helping it – you flushed a bright red now. Irritated, you muttered, “Why do you have to talk like that?”

“Anyone else?” Rowan asked you, intending to make the most of it while the two of you were on this subject. “Anyone else have the honor of taking your tight little cunt all to himself for a night?”

I wonder if steam is coming out of my head, you wondered vaguely.

“C’mon, love.” Rowan gently slapped your cheek.

That’s it. With a growl, you pounced on him. Grabbing Rowan by the collar, you shoved him down while raising your right foot to trip him.

Rowan went sprawling. “Oof!”

You jumped on top of him and grabbed his collar again. “Will you stop trying to embarrass me, you disrespectful little twerp?”

Rowan burst out laughing.

Son of a - ! You grabbed a handful of leaves and threw them at his face.

Rowan sputtered in his laughter, but he only said, “Ah, you should see how flustered you get, love. It’s only sex.”

“All right. Fine.” You sat on top of Rowan, who was still lying on the ground. Trying to tease him back, you slowly began to grind your hips again him, as you told him, “It wasn’t just Graves. There was another man, too – Severus Snape.”

Rowan breathed out when he felt you moving on top of him, but, far from being disarmed, he only grinned and remarked, “Ah, so it’s really not about being handsome.”

“Wha -?” Your mouth dropped open. “That’s so mean!”

Rowan laughed heartily.

You thumped him in the chest. “Damn you, Rowan Jacob Scamander!”

“Ow!” Rowan gasped softly, but then, he caught your hand and then –

Fwump. He flipped the two of you so that suddenly, you were under him.

You blinked up at him dizzily, surprised by finding yourself abruptly lying on the forest floor.

Rowan had put one hand under your head, to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself when you fell back, and with his other hand, he was still grasping your wrist. Keeping you there under him, he asked you, “And what about me?”

“You?”

“Yeah. What do you think about me?”

Annoyed at him, you replied, “I’d say you’re not nearly as handsome as Tristan Graves, nor are you as profoundly intelligent as Severus Sn – ah!”

Rowan pushed his hips against yours. His broad, sturdy hips lifted yours clean off the ground for a moment, while your chin met your chest briefly. Then, sitting back down on his heels, Rowan challenged you, with his voice in a light growl, “You sure about that?”

“Ah – um… y-yes,” you stuttered out.

“You absolutely sure?”

“Yes,” you stressed.

Rowan’s eyes were so lively. Looking up at him, seeing the backdrop of the endless bright blue sky and yellow-green leaves, his bright hair, warm eyes, and cinnamon freckles stood out more than ever. He looks… carefree, you thought. Thank Merlin. After what happened at that inn, I’m so glad he’s all right.

Rowan saw it – the way the hardness in your eyes melted. Smiling, he leaned down and nuzzled your cheek with his nose. “But you prefer me, anyways.” He touched the tip of your nose with his. “Right?”

You couldn’t help but smile. You slid your arms around his shoulders, as you whispered back, “Right.”

Rowan’s mouth caught yours in a warm kiss. You hugged him, pulling him down on top of you to deepen the kiss. For a moment, on that forest floor, patterned with the canopy of summer foliage, there stood out Rowan’s ginger hair and your blue hair, as the two of you kissed and held onto each other.

A few minutes passed, when you suddenly clutched onto the back of Rowan’s cloak and reminded him, in a soft whisper, “We have to keep moving.”

Rowan sighed. “But I haven’t made you repent yet.”

“For what?”

“For implying that those other men were better for you.”

“I never said such a - ”

“You did.” Rowan’s hand slipped from your face to your throat. You felt his warm, thick fingers wrap around your neck for a moment, as he whispered into your ear, “And you’ll pay for that, little one.”

You held your breath.

Rowan withdrew his hand. He stood up, pulling you up with him. “But later,” he agreed. He reached out and brushed a few stray leaves caught in your hair off your head. “We better get moving. Don’t want you to get stuck in your fox form, do we?”

You shook your head furiously. For a moment, Rowan pictured the way your fox ears would erratically flop on your head from you shaking your head like that. With a soft smile, Rowan nodded at you, indicating that you should go ahead.

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Three hours later, you were finally close to the heart of the mountain, where the slit in the time-space fabric – the entrance to this strange, impossible winter land – lay. But the truth was that the Nine-Tailed Fox was putting up a hell of a struggle inside of you.

With every step you took, the Fox dug her claws deep inside of your chest and she sank her entire spiritual weight (which was immense) into you, so that every step forward felt like you were dragging forth a million bricks.

Will – you – come – on? you growled in your head.

No! The Fox barked back at you and snapped her jaws furiously.

You winced and stumbled back a few steps.

“Whoa.” Rowan grabbed you. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” you replied, despite the fact that you were breathing quite heavily.

You tried to step forward again, when the Fox flashed her tails and you felt a bolt of blue lightning go through your body. You collapsed.

“Hey!” Rowan caught you again. “What’s going on?”

“N-Nothing,” you said feebly. “It’s just – We’re close. We’re nearly there.”

Rowan looked confusedly at the patch of forest the two of you were standing in. It looked exactly like all the other parts of the forest you’d been traipsing through for the past four hours.

“Nearly where?”

Grimacing, you shook your head at him. “I can’t tell you.”

“And, for the thousandth time,” Rowan asked, “why not?”

“Because,” you replied cryptically, “if you know exactly where it is and what it is, you can never get out.”

“That’s some real myth logic right there.” Rowan sighed grimly. “I always preferred natural creatures.”

I’ll change your mind, the Fox promised silkily. That is, if you stop this silly girl from dragging us back to this eternal prison.  

Rowan paused and looked at you.

“Don’t listen to her,” you said bluntly.

Hmpfh. Displeased with you, the Fox turned her head away.

“All right. I’ll accept the fact that you can’t tell me where exactly our destination is,” Rowan said. “But then, how am I supposed to know whether we’re close or not?”

You reached out and grasped Rowan’s hand. “You have to trust me.”

Rowan’s eyes swept across your face. But he found that you weren’t even looking at him. Instead, you were concentrating very hard on a spot about ten feet in front of you.

Rowan turned his head and tried to see whatever it was you were seeing. Only, there seemed to be nothing there.

Still gripping Rowan’s hand, you stepped forward – you could see it – that glimmering stitch in the air that only those who knew to look for it would ever see. It was a tiny, sparkling, silver slit in the air that could easily be walked past,  mistaken for sunlight or a drifting spider web. But you knew it wasn’t.

You lifted your hand and reached for it.

No! The Fox rammed her snout against your chest.

“Ow!” You winced and your hand closed into a fist for a moment.

Rowan gripped your other hand back. “What’s going on -?” You shook your head. Taking a deep breath, you reached forward again.

Stop it! You can’t - ! You musn’t - ! The Fox threw back her head and howled long and loud.

I will! You formed an unbreakable resolve in your heart. You may be taking up quite a bit of my soul, but my body is still mine! I will enter if I wish!

The Fox growled back at you angrily, It’s not your world to go back to! A grumble ran through her chest and blue fire began to spurt up around her. Her tails swished furiously in the air, leaving streaks of blue flame whistling through the air. You let out a pained whimper as you felt as though the inside of your body was being charred alive by burning blue fire.

But you were close – so close – Your index finger touched the sparkling silver rip in the air… At once, your hand was freezing cold. You gritted your teeth as ice and fire warred in your body. You were shaking all over. Rowan was extremely concerned about you. But you couldn’t hear a thing he was saying. All you could do was focus on getting through – you thrust your hand through the gap, widening it and –

NO! The Fox cried aloud. NO, WHY MUST YOU RETURN US TO THIS PRISON?

You had no reply, for you were already tumbling forward into the snowy landscape of the eternal winterland.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

“Pft!” Terribly confused, Rowan spat out a mouthful of snow. “What in the world - ?” His mouth fell open as he took in the sight of a landscape that could not exist in reality – a landscape of perfect winter. Every line in this world was defined so sharply that the very air one breathed almost cut, like glass, and yet, because everything was colored a ghostly white, it was difficult to make out anything at all. Just the act of looking out into this world gave one headaches and made one question their sense of reality. This was particularly true for Rowan, who was a very practical-minded person.

Meanwhile, having stumbled in first, you had tumbled further down the hillside. For a moment, you lay there in the snow, dizzy from the tumble. You blinked up at the white sky, while a white moon – or was it a white sun? – dimly lit up the world through a veil of thick clouds. Snow flurries streaked down from the sky, landing on your cheeks.

No… the Fox whispered. Why did you come back?

You know why, you told her. This place is a time crystal. Time doesn’t progress the way it does in the real world. So, as long as I stay here, I should be able to prevent your nine hundredth birthday from coming. Right?

You are so single-minded. Yes, you are right about the way time works here. But whereas in the real world, time was your only enemy; here, there are other terrors to be dealt with. You have made a foolish trade – in no longer worrying about time, you must now worry about other terrors that you know nothing about.

Like what? A deep frown appeared on your face, as you pondered, what exactly is this place?

The Fox sighed sadly. You should have asked that question before you entered this realm.

Well, you replied, tell me now.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

There was a time when mythology flourished – when tales of the fantastical were believed in. Of course, fantasy had it’s own logic, but at the time, people were willing to believe it, and that allowed that logic to take on manifestations of phenomena.

However, as the world confused survival with power, strict delineations were made between what was logical and illogical, what was considered  fantastical and ‘real.’ The world grew duller and the sparks of energy required to sustain the fantastical became rare.

At the time of this transition, the Nine-Tailed Fox was only a baby. Her youth made her more adaptable and she grew up with a certain immunity to the harsh delineations that were killing off the rest of the mythological beasts. She recognized that the world was harsh and bitter, but she was able to accept that fact in a way her elders seemed unable to.

As the mythological world shrank, the Fox had to watch as, one by one, her family of Nine-Tailed Foxes and her friends – the snow spirits, the artic sirens, the winter owls, and the ice phoenixes – all began to fade away, starving from want of spirit energy.

In less than five hundred years, the Nine-Tailed Fox was almost completely alone. The only ones who remained were herself and a single ice phoenix.

As spirit energy diminished even further, the Nine-Tailed Fox and the ice phoenix realized that they needed to create a type of haven if they were to sustain any mythological life.

The Nine-Tailed Fox created an illusionary world that could house myth. It was a world of snow and ice because that was her natural element. Meanwhile, her last friend, the ice phoenix, made the ultimate sacrifice. He didn’t tell the Fox beforehand because he knew she would prevent him from doing it, but when the day came that the Nine-Tailed Fox proudly came to announce that she had finished building her world, the ice phoenix tore out his own heart. He died, but his heart remained – burning into ashes, then becoming re-born, over and over again – and that energy sustained, and continues to sustain, this winterland.

In that way, the mythological world was saved. Only, the Nine-Tailed Fox was dreadfully alone in this world. There was nothing to distract her, either, because it was simply her internal world externalized. She knew this landscape like the back of her paw. There was nothing to explore here.

Thus, the world of myth had been saved, but there were no creatures to fill it. At first, the Nine-Tailed Fox continued to hold onto hope, but when more than six hundred years had passed, her loneliness finally won out. She finally admitted to herself that she was keeping this realm alive for nothing.

I must have been too selfish, the Fox thought to herself. I only wanted a haven for spirits like me to flourish. But I was too hasty or too immature. Perhaps it’s not my place to care for anyone else. And this desolate place is just a reflection of my mistake, of my barren soul. It’s a prison – it’s a place where I should remain, to reflect upon my sins, until I die.

So, the Nine-Tailed Fox buried herself in a snowy hillside and waited to die. Only, she found that she couldn’t. Something was keeping her tethered to this pseudo-world. She didn’t know why. The Fox didn’t know that, thousands of miles away, in a tiny attic of a magical castle, a strange little soul was poring over books and staring out windows, dreaming of the Fox and believing that she was alive and absolutely worth seeing. That small, blue-haired dreamer didn’t realize that she was creating sparks of mythical energy and the Fox didn’t realize that she was on the receiving end of it.

However, while the sparks of energy kept the Fox alive and awake, in her mind, the Fox’s loneliness had beaten out her hope, so that a strange thing began to happen in the Fox’s spirit. Just as magical powers can become a malignant Obscurial in a witch or wizard, the Fox’s spiritual energy can transform into ‘succubus’ energy.  Succubi and incubi are born in many ways and take many forms, but one of these ways occurs when a mythological spirit suffers intensely and for a long period of time from want of spiritual energy. That hunger overwhelms the spirit’s other wants and needs and forms a malignant agency of its own. A succubus was born within the Fox’s soul.

Then, who should come along but you and your little artic fox… By that point, over thirteen hundred years had passed. The succubus spirit within the Fox was so famished that she burst out of the Fox and immediately made to devour you. However, the Nine-Tailed Fox stopped her and instead wondered if you might be the vessel through which they escaped. The succubus spirit was convinced and allowed the Fox to inhabit you…

The Fox had hoped that, at some point, you would resolve the hollow space of your own soul, thus vanquishing the succubus and forcing the Fox out of your soul – and letting them die. The Fox had learned of human beings as fickle creatures. So, she was surprised when, against all reason, you refused to close up this hollow in your heart that kept whispering the strange name of “Remus Lupin”…

And now, with that hollow still in your heart, you’d dragged the Fox back into this eternal winterland. Yes, time looped here, but in dragging the Fox back here, you were forcing her into her prison, into the loneliest place she had ever been, and by consequence, the succubus within the Fox woke up, stronger than ever, and needing to devour souls…

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“Hey. Wake up! C’mon, open your eyes!”

Your eyes flashed open. So that’s why, you realized. That’s why… when I first transform, I take on the Fox’s features – her ears and tails, but if I go further than that, I take on the features of that deathly beautiful woman – that’s the succubus within the Fox.

Rowan was shaking your shoulders none-too-gently.

I should have known, you thought. The Nine-Tailed Fox does take on human form to amuse itself and it does take energy from humans through sex and sensuality, but it’s not nearly as intense and frequent as a succubus would require.

“Oh, thank Merlin!” Rowan breathed out. “I thought you’d… Damn it, why’d you scare me like that? Huh?” He hugged you so tightly it hurt.

“I’m okay,” you told Rowan.

Sitting up, you saw that you and Rowan were still sitting on the snowy hillside you’d landed on. Night had fallen.

Rowan, seeing you looking around, commented, “This place is beautiful, but it gives me the creeps. Everything is so stilted here. And there isn’t any other life apparent. No tracks in the snow or anything… ”

“Yes,” you agreed quietly. “Time works differently here.”

You hesitated. If what the Fox said is true, then the succubus is going to wake up within me soon.

It was an impossible situation. If you stepped out into the real world, time would catch up with you, the Fox would turn nine hundred, and upon receiving her ninth tail, she would overwhelm you. If you remained in here, keeping the Fox lonely and desolate, the succubus would erupt out of the Fox and overtake you and devour either your soul or the souls of anyone around you.

I warned you not to come back, the Fox said miserably. I told you that your best chance was to let this young man, Rowan, help you heal the hollow in my heart out in the real world. Why didn’t you listen to me?

Do you think Rowan can help me here? you wondered. Wait - more importantly, is he safe here?

I don’t know, the Fox whispered. There’s no telling what the succubus will do. And – while in the real world, the succubus and I are both forced within the confines of your soul and body, this winterland is a spiritual world, which means she can detach herself from both of us and physically wander her as herself.

You mean, she can exist apart from you?

Yes. Don’t you remember when you first met me? Well, to be more accurate – remember the first time you met her?

You remembered.

Silver eyes blinked at you from behind a brilliant curtain of flashing white tails.

Then, the very air shifted – and a most beautiful woman was standing before you. Her raven black hair, perfect blood-red lips, and her seductive eyes, framed in thick lashes, were all contained in a lovely heart-shaped face. She was dressed in gorgeously embroidered silver silk robes with red roses stitched all over the long arms of the robe. The red detailing looked chillingly beautiful across the otherwise white landscape. It looked like the world was bleeding out on the robe and lips of this most ethereal woman. Her blood-red lips parted, and she began to speak in a most mesmerizing voice, “Little girl, why are you in this forest? Did you mean to trespass on my territory?”

“So, that woman I met – she’s your succubus form?”

The Fox nodded.

“What was your human form like before that?”

“More nymph-like. Lighter, airier… With blue hair.”

You paused. “With blue hair?”

“Yes…”

Despite the hopelessness of the situation, you smiled a little. “That’s good to know…”

What will you do, little one? the Fox wondered. Also, you must remember – if you send Rowan away, you won’t have a way out of here. Because of the way that time works here – in eternal loops – once you have knowledge of this place, you cannot get out. Otherwise, the time crystal would break.

You let out a deep breath. Then, you turned to Rowan, “Rowan.”

“What is it?”

Reaching over, you took his hand in yours. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“I think I should be thanking you, for letting me tag along. Now, mind explaining what this place is?”

You shook your head. “Can’t tell you that.”

“Still?” Rowan huffed impatiently.

You smiled. He looks so young when he does that. You squeezed his hand tightly, as you told him, “Listen, Rowan, if you climb back up the hill, you’ll see a golden slit in the air. That’s the doorway out of here.”

“Right. It was a silver slit in the air coming in,” Rowan recalled. “So, going out, it’s reverse energy.”

“Exactly.”

“That makes sense…” Rowan’s voice trailed off. He looked at you. “But why are you telling me this?”

“Because…” You slipped your hand out of his. “I want you to go.”

Rowan’s eyes flashed open. “To -?”

“Go. Yes.”

“And you’re coming with me, naturally.”

“No. I have to stay here.”

“I’m to leave you here?”

“Yes.”

Rowan bristled. “No way. This place is a haunted place. I can feel it. There’s no way I’m - ”

“Rowan!” you shouted loudly.

Startled, Rowan blinked.

Quietly, you whispered, “Please. For my sake.”

Rowan struggled, gritting his teeth. He started to reach for your hand again, but then he jerked his hand back, as if he’d been burnt. Finally, he burst out, “Come on! Be reasonable. How the hell can I leave you here? I know you’ve been struggling against the Nine-Tailed Fox lately. In fact, you’ve nearly lost yourself to her already. This strange place is her arena, isn’t it? My father always said never to underestimate a creature in their own habitat. So how am I supposed to know you’re going to be all right without me?”

“Because,” you pushed back, “it’s not for you to be all right about, Rowan. The Nine-Tailed Fox… Well, she’s always been my dream, and this is my journey. You… You have no place in it. I don’t mean to sound cruel. I don’t mean to hurt you. But it’s true. That’s why I need you to go.”  

Rowan was completely still for a second. Then, he asked, “What are you planning to do?”

You didn’t say anything aloud to Rowan, but in your mind, you resolved, I’m going to let the succubus devour my soul. Then, with the succubus satiated, the Nine-Tailed Fox will continue living as her true self once more.

Do you understand what you are saying? the Nine-Tailed Fox called out urgently in your head. You will die!

But you will survive, you replied to the Fox. And with you alive, this mythological world will continue, as desolate as it may seem.

Why do you care? the Fox wondered. You’ll be gone.

Your eyes slowly began to glimmer with tears, as you confessed to her, Whether it’s Rowan or Remus or you, the Nine-Tailed Fox herself, no one in this world will ever understand how lonely I was when I was younger, and what solace it brought me to believe in the world of myth. A world where even strange creatures can be free and glory in their own beings…

I want that world to continue. In fact, I want it to be vibrant, even if I’m no longer around to see it. That way, if there’s anyone like me in the real world, their crazy beliefs will be real, and that fact in itself will bring dignity to that person’s soul. There will be such a thing as ‘beauty’ attached even to the most far-fetched things…

The Fox was quiet. Then, with a soft sigh, she whispered tenderly, I’m sorry you were so lonely.

It’s all right, you told her. I know that… well… You looked up at Rowan. Now I know that I wasn’t ever totally alone. Somebody did care for me, all that time.

“What…?” Rowan murmured, catching your gaze.

“You have to go,” you whispered. You stepped forward and pushed Rowan back. When your hands came up against his chest, tears dropped from your eyes and splashed on Rowan’s hands, for he had reached out to you.

“But what are you planning to do once I leave?” Rowan asked you, both scolding and pleading with you. He grabbed your shoulder. “I won’t leave until you give me an answer.”

You blinked up at him. A strand of blue hair caught on your tear-stained cheek.

You reached up and tugged it away from your face. As your fingers slipped through your blue hair, you murmured, “I’m going to make sure that this world continues to exist.”

“This world - The Nine-Tailed Fox’s world?”

“Yes.”

“And… that’s all?” Rowan’s brow furrowed. He didn’t quite understand what you were saying, so he ended up just repeating what you had said. “You’re just going to ensure that it survives?”

You nodded.

Rowan still felt quite uneasy, but he didn’t know what else he could do. He instinctively knew that what you said was true – this was your journey and he had come with you as far as he could. And yet…

You took Rowan’s hand off of your shoulder. You kissed his fingertips briefly and then you let go.

“Go, Rowan. The door is right there.” You pointed up to the top of the hillside.

Rowan gazed at you for a beat longer. Then, with a slight cough, he began to make his way back up the hillside.

Just before he reached the golden line, he turned back and looked at you. He hesitated. He swore there was a shadow behind you… of a woman with long, raven-black hair and blood-red lips…

You lifted your hand and you smiled as you waved at him.

Rowan nodded once. Then, he turned and pushed his hand through the golden slit. The world whirled and Rowan was sent back to the real world. And any chance you had of escaping this world alive went with him.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

As soon as Rowan was gone, you turned around.

You glared fiercely at the succubus, who was standing there, dressed in her silver robes with red roses stitched all across it. She stared at you with sharp, hungry eyes.

“Come to me,” she hissed. “If we cannot have his soul, let us have yours.”

“I already said you could devour me,” you acknowledged. “But I didn’t say I would make it easy for you.”

You lifted your wand and shouted, “Incendio!” A blast of fire burst out of your wand.

The succubus howled and stumbled back, shielding her face from the singeing fire.

Next, you cried out, “Expecto Patronum!”

A pale blue Nine-Tailed Fox erupted from the end of your wand and leapt forth.

By now, the succubus was back on her feet. You watched as her fingernails grew into claws and blood began to drip from her sharp, glaring eyes.

“I have been hungry for too long,” the succubus whispered. “Don’t you understand? I was born because that Nine-Tailed Fox couldn’t control her own emotions! It’s only natural for me to want to devour souls!”

“I know that,” you muttered grimly. “And when you defeat me, I’ll let you eat my soul. But it would be disrespectful of me to lay down so easily, after all of the people who helped me survive so far!”

You pointed your wand at the succubus and yelled, “Go!”

Your Patronus growled fearsomely and then bounded forward.

At the same time, you shouted, “Incendio Maximus!”

A halo of fire blasted forth.

The succubus used her fingertip to draw a crimson circle in the air. A transparent, glowing red shield appeared before her. Your Patronus scratched at the shield, but it did not break.

The succubus then ducked the halo of fire you had sent her way. In a whoosh of dark wind, the succubus managed to flash forward directly in front of you.

Staring down at you, she whispered, “Fine. You tried. Now die.”

With that sentiment, she struck a violent blow, piercing your chest with her sharp, long nails.

You screamed out in horror and pain as you felt your chest being gouged into. Your Patronus leapt onto the succubus’ shoulders and buried its fangs into her head, forcing her to back away.

However, the damage had already been done. You fell backwards into the glistening, white snow. Crimson spattered the ground besides you.

As your eyes closed, your Patronus, with a soft, sad whimper, flickered out. The Patronus’ tails disappeared, one by one.

Nine, eight, seven…

Child, let me help! I can fight against the succubus, the Nine-Tailed Fox, who was still tied to the hollow within your soul, begged to you.

No, you choked out, you… stay… you stay inside me until she’s gone. You have to survive.

Six, five, four…

The Fox howled in anguish. In a pained whisper, she wondered, You’re leaving me, too? Why is it that I always have to survive? I’m tired of legacy…

You breathed out wearily. Your vision was almost completely dark, only you could make out a few snowflakes skittering across your vision.

So, this is what you meant when you said you weren’t free, you realized. The expectations that everyone has left behind, the prison that you accidentally entrapped yourself in, your own loneliness… You’ve trapped, too.

Just then, the succubus leaned over you and opened her fanged mouth. All you saw was a pitch-black vortex leading into her hellish soul.

You don’t have to miss me, though, you told the Fox wryly. I’m just a human.

Three,

Two,

One.

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Standing tall pt 2

Spencer Ried x reader smut

(you and penelope have planned to prank morgan by putting a viagra in his doughnut but instead it hits spencer)

CW_SMUT- p in v, //oral male reciveing//, teasing, dirty talk, strong langue and scenes, rough smutt //semidom spencer// sub y/n

Since all you horny fucks wanted a part two SOOO badly lmao here you go..

“strip for me.” 

those words roll off spencers tongue so eaisly.

you stand there in awe about how assertive hes being. Spencer sighs and turns off the atfer and steps out of the shower walking over to you leaning over you his tall frame blocking any other vision that isnt his face.

“do i need to repeat myself?” He asks “wh-what Spencer we can't just-” he cuts you off kissing you roughly and pushes you back lightly hitting the wall as his kisses travel down your jaw to your neck hitting the exact spot that gets you going every time. “Ngh s-spence..” you whimper out. “I can stop if you want.” he says mockingly knowing full well you don't want him to stop now. 

You kiss him back and he picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist carrying you out of the bathroom to the room. putting you down on the bed he goes back to kissing your neck and pulls off your shirt. He moves down your stomach leaving basic kisses down on your body he reaches your pants unbuttoning them and pulling them off. 

Hungry for you he doesn't take any time in ripping your garments off to get to you. Bringing him up to you, you kiss him. His slender fingers moving down your body to you pussy aching for him as you pushed yours hips up to him, He frowns into the kiss pushing your hips down roughly and pulls away from the kiss. “Sit your ass back down.” he says, his eyes filling with lust as he becomes extremely dominant. Moving his hands up to your neck wrapping his large hand around your neck pushing you slightly. 

Causing you to smile and bite your lip “you're gonna be a good girl for me hmm?” he asks you dont answer “y/n?” he says sternly “y-yes” you say to him “you did this to me you fix it.” he says moving off you letting go pulling you on top of him and pushing you down to his large erection.“Suck it princess.” He says you look up at him moving down to him, taking him in your hand and running your tongue along his shaft causing him to breathe out. 

He moves your hair out of your face pushing it to the side and holding onto it so it stays out of the way. Spencer bucks his hips up causing his dick to bury deep in your throat causing you to moan. The vibration made him groan. “Fuck.” he says. Your bobbing motion gets faster and better making Spencer a mess as he throws his head back in pleasure. 

He pulls you off his dick and sit ups wrapping his hands around your neck pulling you up and turns you over under him. Pulling you by your legs up he pushes into you with no warning. Causing you to throw your head back in ecstasy letting out a scream. “Ah f-fuck” you exclaim. Continuing to fuck you roughly he squeezes your breasts occasionally sucking on your nipple and chest  making you moan in pleausre as he does so.

 “Ah p-please i-.” you moan you “what? You gonna cum? Huh princess?” he asks “y-yes please.” “beg me.” he says, gripping your neck again. “Fuckin spence please, please let me cum…” you whine cleching around him running your nails down his back. He leans down to you kissing your lips thinking it's okay to cum. But he pulls out leaving you painting annoyed, in love, and wanting him back. Spencer sits up pushing his, still damp, hair back out of his face. “W-why?” you whine eyes tearing up wanting him back feeling slightly humiliated for begging now that you know you aren't getting anything in return.Spencer looks are you panting, still hard, your flushed complexion, messy hair, smooth naked body, teary eyes, all in front of him before him realizing just how much he's actually in love with you.

 “s-spence?” you ask, pushing back the tears. He leans down to you, kissing your lips softly. And immediately switches back to his soft self.Placing his hands on your cheeks he places soft kisses on your face and lips.

 ``im sorry..” he says knowing you're mentally hurt. You whimper out to him nodding. “Can you turn over for me?” he says knowing your favorite position, softly placing a soft peck on your lips you nod and move turn on your stomach he pulls you back a bit his hand running down you back and hips lifting you ass up. Spencer's arms moved up your body and pulled you up against him. You spread your legs for him, and you moved your head back to rest on his shoulder. He grabbed his cock in his hand before moving it against your folds and entering you once again. 

His hips started moving frantically once he entered you. Feeling your chest in his hand and playing with your clit with the other, absolutely sending you over the edge. “F-fuck ah.” you moaned out as you got rammed through your favorite position. 

Kissing your neck and jaw line you feel him twitch within you “h-harder p-please.” you say as he pushes everything he has into you causing you to gasp.He held you close and buried his nose into your neck and continued to rub his hips against yours.

 Thrusting deep inside you. You shuttered and stayed against him as you started to tremble. Your orgasm was fast approaching and Spencer stayed relentless with his movement.“Ngh.. ahh” you moan out wrapping your arm around his neck behind you arching as you cum. You hear Spencer moan out as he thrusts roughly into cumming as well. 

You both pant  as Spencer's hands wandered around your stomach and up to your chest, feeling you one last time before pulling out of you and laid you down. Spencer leaned into you, looking down at you with admiration and absolute love in his eyes.You wrap your hands around his neck pulling him down into a kiss as he kisses you back. 

He pulls back kissing your neck with quick kisses making you giggle.But his expression changes and he moves off of you a little and looks at you “what?” you ask looking over at the alarm clock seeing you still have an hour left. “What's wrong?” you ask looking back at him “i'm sorry i didn't mean too-” “oh hey..” you giggle putting your hands on his face. 

“What's the harm in having a baby hmm? This way Henry will have a friend.`` You say Spencer smiles again, calming down. “A-are you okay?” you ask, glancing down and then back up at him “huh? OH yeah th-thanks” he says retorting back to his usual quiet shy self. You kiss his lips and sit up getting up “You coming?” you ask, he chuckles and nods, getting up, taking your hand kissing your neck, and walking to the bathroom. To finish the shower.

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[notanotherreidgirl]

ok so imagine that u and virgin!baby boy Reid are roommates (you share an apartment and ur rooms are right next to eachother) and he can always hear u moan every night that you play with yourself, but he feels to guilty to do anything about his little ‘problem’. and suddenly one night he’s like super horny and jerks off, not knowing that you’re awake and can hear everything. you try to drown him out until you hear him moan your name, so you go to his room and slowly open the door so he doesn’t hear you and when he feels you on the bed he’s super apologetic but you’re like “it’s okay baby boy😏” and he’s like “please mommy let me make you feel good🥺” and even though its his first time hes so good and when you let him fuck you hes so whiny and needy 😩😩😩😩

We Shouldn't

Warnings: loss of virginity, masturbating, handjob, oral sex (male receiving), perv!spence, sub!spence, mommy kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 1444

A/N: I embellished a bit - apologies

Spencer made life or death decisions nearly every day. He had to carefully craft his words when talking down unsubs and be able to assess dangerous situations in seconds to decide whether or not to shoot someone but now, when faced with a relatively simple choice, he was completely stumped. He had been rooted to the spot for nearly 20 minutes, unable to process the sight before him.

In his defense, Spencer had very little experience with women’s underwear and certainly no experience with something like the lacy little number you had left in the dryer. At this point, he had spent so much time staring at you that he knew without a doubt that they were yours. He also knew that he most definitely should not be picking them up right now or putting them in his pocket or running out of the laundry room and back to his apartment without putting his clothes to dry. And he most definitely should not be stashing your panties in his bedside table. But, alas, should not is not the same as did not.

For example, he should not watch you from his window when you went off on your morning run clad in running shorts and a tank top. He also should not linger behind you in the stairwell, eyes glued to your ass as you bounded up the stairs. And he certainly should not listen to you get yourself off at night but he did, even going as far as to take down his framed map and press his ear up against the wall. Spencer’s only saving grace was that thus far he had managed not to touch himself thinking of you, the overwhelming guilt forcing him to take a cold shower instead. But tonight was different. Tonight the panties in his bedside table were beckoning him as he ate leftover takeout, calling his name as leafed through books he’d already memorized, burning a hole through the wooden drawer as he slipped under the covers and listened for you on the other side of the wall.

There’s no harm in just holding them, he reasoned. The next thing he knew the panties were out of the drawer and in his hand and his pants had somehow slipped to mid-thigh in the process. This could be fine. I’ll find a way to give them back tomorrow and no one will know.

And maybe, just maybe, if Spencer was a man of more restraint he would’ve gotten away with it but he was not. He could hear you getting ready for bed, singing quietly to yourself. It was oddly intoxicating to know that you were going about your business, completely unaware of him and convinced that you were operating within the privacy of your own home.

Except you weren’t ignorant of your next door neighbor. Thin walls worked both ways and you could hear his soft moans reverberating into your own bedroom. You sang a little louder to drown him out, guilt eclipsing your excitement. You had often wondered about the young doctor next door - always coming and going at odd hours, never meeting your eyes or bringing anyone back to his for the night. He was so nervous around you, it made you wonder if he’d ever been with a woman but you shook the thought from your head. I should not be thinking about my neighbor’s sex life or lack thereof.

Just as you resolved to go in the kitchen and leave him in peace you heard it. It was unmistakable. You stilled listening intently, half-convinced your imagination was playing tricks on you as it often did. But there it was again clear as day. “Fuck, Y/N”

You were an overthinker, always going over your options rationally and hardly ever comfortable with making spur of the moment decisions. But you were out of your apartment in seconds, using the spare key he had nervously entrusted you with weeks ago to slip into his place. A little voice in your head tried in vain to talk sense into you. You should not be breaking into an FBI agent’s apartment.

If only should not was the same as did not.

He had his back to you and you took the opportunity to perch yourself on the edge of his bed, the shift in the mattress finally alerting him to your presence. He whirled around in alarm and instinctively tried to hide himself and the stolen underwear, already soaked in precum and wrapped around his erection. You tilted your head slightly, trying your best to hide a smirk. “I thought I heard you calling for me”

“I-no-I can explain,” he flushed a deep scarlet, his futile attempts to conceal his predicament were only making it worse and there was no way he could come up with a plausible explanation with your eyes on him. The panic rising in his chest swelled - the feeling that he had ruined everything starting to trigger an overwhelming urge to cry. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”

You softened your gaze, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his thigh. “It’s ok, baby boy”

Just then, something changed. A switch flipped, a light came on, a natural dynamic fell into place. Very gently you took his hand, forcing him to uncover himself.

“Wouldn’t you rather the real thing?” With that you trailed his hand up your thigh and to your soaked core, letting him skim his fingers over the wetness between your legs and take in the notable lack of panties.

“I-uh-yes, but-” he stopped for a moment, searching deep within himself for a shred of courage before blurting out the rest. “I’m a virgin”

Much to his surprise, you didn’t even bat an eye, instead, you sunk down on your knees and ran your hands up his thighs. “Well then, we’d better make this extra special”

You replaced his hands, taking hold of his cock over the panties and setting in with a deliberate pace before running your tongue over his balls. You toyed with the soft flesh until you felt his thighs tremble and the whimpers he had been trying to suppress spilled from his lips. Once you were certain he had abandoned any sense of restraint you started to suck on his balls, relentlessly pulling him into your mouth and teasing him with your tongue. At this point he was incomprehensible, any words he might have said being carried away by the sobs working their way up his throat and the tears streaming down his face. Just when you were sure he’d come you retreated, pressing sloppy kisses down his thighs and removing your hands from his cock.

He whined. “Please, Mommy. Let me make you feel good.”

You pushed yourself up and into his lap, taking your shirt off in the process and cradling his face in your hands. “You think you can make Mommy come?”

He nodded into your chest, capturing a nipple into his mouth and instinctively sucking on it. You guided his hands to your waist and you lined yourself up with his tip, slowly sinking down and adjusting to his size. He gripped your waist tightly, willing himself not to come as he watched himself disappear into you. “All right then, let’s see if you can be a good boy.”

Spencer sprang into action, taking hold and bouncing you on his cock as he rutted into you. Simultaneously he continued to latch onto your breasts, littering your chest with marks. You dug your nails into his shoulders, feeling the tide of your release start to sweep you away. “Yes, just like that, baby. You’re being so good for me. So fucking good. My good boy.”

Just before you reached your peak, you threaded a hand in Spencer's hair and pulled him up to look at you. Those big brown eyes stared up at you, pupils dilated and vision hazy with lust. “I want you to come with me, baby. Right now.”

It was like nothing you had ever felt before, pure euphoria coursing through your veins and only amplifying when Spencer flooded you with his warm release. He gave a few more shallow thrusts, whimpering from the overstimulation before the two of you collapsed back onto the bed. You shifted slightly so you could hold him in your arms without separating, brushing his hair back behind his ear as he buried his face into your neck, now overcome with embarrassment over his actions. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I shouldn’t have taken your panties”

You tightened your embrace and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s ok, darling. I’m glad you did.”

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

a piece of cake

© @jamesbrnes

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight.

word count: 3k words. (fuck, it worth every damn word)

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! angry jealous sex, let's start there. unprotected sex, oral sex (face fucking and ridding), fingering, brief daddy!kink, brief praise!kink, language, cursing, handcuffing, mention of bodily fluids, and probably i'm forgetting something else, i just lost my mind. bucky being the cutest and loving man on earth at the end.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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You had never been so quiet, but you knew that opening your mouth only could cause a storm inside the car, on your way back home. Believing you could have a pinch of luck, Bucky wouldn't notice that something was raving you mad since the moment you watched him letting another woman give him a spoon of cake. Straight to his mouth. You almost choked on your drink, talking to Shuri about how excited she was to celebrate her birthday in New York, when you witnessed the scene hearing their laughs and watching how they dared to touch his metal arm constantly. Your boyfriend was talking with some of his old friends from Wakanda, not even knowing he made friends there. He never said a word about it. Even so, they didn't have the right to flirt with him. Unless he didn't say anything about you.

But Bucky wasn't stupid. Or at least, not like you thought. Gazing you by the corners of his blue eyes, he was conscious that something was going wrong. He licked his upper lip briefly, slowly. He tasted the waters putting a hand on your thigh, which was your favorite gesture while he was driving, deriving with your fingers laced and him placing kisses on the back of your hand. But you didn't move an inch, still staring through the copilot's window with your elbow nailed there and your chin resting on your knuckles.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”.

Your passive tone and the lie as a response caused him to frown, pulling over the car to focus on you. He turned on his seat and placed a hand behind the headrest of yours.

“Spit it”.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ironically, looking at him for a second. If he had to ask it was because he wasn't really seeing the dilemma there.

“I'm just tired and I wanna go home, James. That's all”.

James. James. You did it unconsciously, but he didn't take it as an innocent manner of calling him. Unexpressive, the soldier joined the highway driving faster than he used to. You had pissed him off, but it wasn't your problem. He had hurt your feelings with something he didn't give any importance to. The only thing you wanted was to take a shower, put on your comfier pajamas and go to sleep, probably you'd see tomorrow that situation differently than today and you could move on from your insecurities and the jealousy running through your veins.

You arrived at your apartment in record time, keeping the car inside the parking under the building. You removed the seat belt to wear your leather jacket and grab your purse on your feet, stepping out when you were ready. But Bucky stayed inside, just turning off the engine. He didn't have any intention of leaving it, maintaining his hands tightly gripped around the wheel. You ignored him as soon as you couldn't pretend you were just tired anymore. It was the first time something like that happened and you were having a strong desire to throw your guts up.

Three minutes later you were under the warm water with your forehead resting against the cold wall and your eyes closed. Maybe you were overreacting and the rational, mature behavior would be to go to talk with him, tell your boyfriend what made you feel upset. Sighing as you nodded two times, determined to put the cards on the table, you shut off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, fucking hell!” You growled because of the scare of your life when you found Bucky already in your shared room.

He had his back supported on the wall, a leg flexed, and his hands behind himself. No expression on his face, but expecting an explanation from you. You were hoping for something from him too, maybe I don't know what I've done to make you feel like that, can you give me a clue? He just stared at you in silence, drying the pearls of water decorating your body before wearing a pair of black panties and your forgotten pajamas instead of one of his t-shirts impregnated on his scent.

“Com'ere”. Bucky whispered, stretching his flesh hand on air when you were about to go to sleep.

“No”.

Well, that wasn't the proper way to talk like grown adults. You crossed both arms on your chest, standing next to your side of the bed.

“What'd you say?” He squinted incredulous, slowly standing from the wall, pretending you hadn't uttered that word.

“I said no, you fucking punk”.

“The hell d'you think you're talking to, darling?”

“To the cretin who let other women flirt and touch him”. You replied with evident annoyance. “Why don't you go to show them your daddy's skills, uh? Sure I can find someone who respects me in the meantime”.

Suddenly, a grimace you hadn't seen before on him appeared like a thunderbolt. You weren't sure if you just made him feel more furious or if you just broke his heart. But before you could figure it out, Bucky shorted the distance between both in two fast strides and his hands gripped your throat and the back of your neck respectively, pinning you to the closest wall and tossing the lamp on your nightstand to the floor. You complained slightly —with his tongue wildly invading your mouth— because of the strength he used to put you against the wall.

You tried to push him away, to not fall into his charmings, but he made your mind blank when his fingers were firmly nailed in your ass and his body was accommodated between your legs. Your fiery provoked a bulge under his pants so painful that in every rock against your core he wasn't sure if it hurt or if it was some kind of pleasure he couldn't handle. Out of breath, Bucky attacked your neck, digging his teeth in your neck with so much passion that you screamed delighted his full name while pulling his hair. That gesture drove him insane, losing the less sanity he had at that point. With just a push, your boyfriend ripped off your shirt to strip you, in anticipation of your panties suffering the same fate.

Bucky threw you to the mattress on your abdomen, perfectly positioned to what was about to happen. He was so eager, so desperate for showing you what he was feeling that he didn't lose time taking off his clothes, just undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans to pull them down to his ankles along his boxers. You heard him spitting in his hand to use it as lube, although you were sufficiently soaked and ready for your Buck that neither of you needed his saliva. He rammed his dolorous erection into your cunt, crashing his pelvis and pressing it against your ass with all his strength, causing you to drown a loud cry in the sheets.

Tangling his fingers with yours and lacing your arms around your neck, putting all his weight onto your back, Bucky pounded you with an insanely quick rhythm, not giving you any chance to mold your throbbing walls around his length. Your pleased vocals echoed inside your room in total sync with the hits to your g-spot. Your body received with every one of them soft cramps mixed with pain and pleasure, making you roll your eyes and tear your throat.

“'S that wh— what you wanted, uh?” Bucky snarled against the back of your neck, totally gone, not giving you a break or showing any mercy.

“Fuck, no…” You replied, challenging him.

He swallowed a rough moan, wrapping his cold fingers around your throat while using the other to pull back your hair and arch your body. “Don' fucking… lie to me, doll… You wan— wanted your daddy to make you… feel desired over tho— those women”.

And yes, he was right. More or less. But you didn't expect him to react like that. Bucky was rabidly fucking you, moving the bed from its position with every angry thrust into your pussy. You knew you weren't going to last for too long if he continued impaling you against the mattress, just like that. But you both had to recognize that it was the best session of sex of your life.

“You were… fucking mad watch— watching 'em touch my arm… your arm, right?”

You whined at the brutality he used to push his hard cock beyond your limits, holding it there as he tilted your head to crash his lips on yours. Bucky devoured them until they were shiny, swollen, slightly ached because of the bit he left on your bottom one.

“If you don't tell me… the truth… I swear I'm not gonna let you come”. The whisper fell into your ear with such a raspy tone of voice, conscious of him being very capable.

“It was… your fucking fault, James. Not… Not mine”. You grunted, feeling him going a little deeper. “I di— didn't let anybody flirt with me… as if you didn't exist”.

That was the truth, but the wrong answer for him. Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his dick covered in your arousal, freeing you from any grip. A pause that only lasted the time he took to grab the handcuffs from your nightstand to place them in your wrists and secure them around the headboard. Now you were under his total control, defying him by strongly closing your legs and frowning at him, panting and sweating.

“Lemme tell you something”. Your boyfriend said, dangerously crawling over the bed till reaching your knees and forcing them to be separated, wide spread for him. “If you think I was flirting, but you didn't see… how uncomfortable I was… This situation is not my fault”.

The tables were turned as he finished his sentence, settling himself between your legs yet kneeling to raise your ass above his lap. “Not so mouthy now, are you, doll?”

You wanted to speak back, to say something after having a second to reconsider the reason why you were so angrier at him when Bucky pushed you down and rammed his dick back to the place it belonged. You forced unconsciously your hands gripped, wanting to put them on him —wherever—. As soon as he handcuffed you, your desire for touching him used to be suffocating. But you were the one who played from the start, instead of telling him how you were feeling about that situation at Shuri's party.

Bucky didn't even let you kiss him, stabilizing you on top with an arm around your waist and his cold hand holding the back of your head. His hips rocked straight to your g-spot once and once, making you lose any kind of control over your body as your boyfriend didn't have any compassion, needing to find relief to his sorrowful erection by cumming inside your clenching walls. You were driving him crazy, maintaining your eye contact at all moments and almost drinking your delighted, obscene crying, aware that only him could cause you to be so dirty.

“Feels good, uh…? You like it?” Your boyfriend brushed your lips with his, depriving you of his kisses or any other touch. “Bec— 'cause you take your daddy... so damn good, baby girl… So tight… so tight you could kill me”.

“Yes, da— daddy”. You whimpered nodding your head. “Only you… can fuck me li— like that… Only you”.

“That's it… that's it, oh, fuck… fuck, doll”.

You saw him roll that pair of beautiful blue eyes to the back of his head, feeling Bucky's thighs tensing under your legs. You didn't want anything else than making him cum, after overthinking about how he felt, and not about what you witnessed. He was right, more or less. He was still being so innocent in those kinds of situations that he used to feel like a scared kid.

You suddenly fell back to reality when the emptiness sensation invaded you. Bucky pulled out his length from you again, causing you to beg in silence for not denying you the orgasm you were about to reach. But he warned you. Bucky asked you to tell him the truth and you chose to challenge him. Letting you sit on the mattress, he flexed a leg to guide his twitching cock to your mouth, not needing to tell you what he wanted you to do. You just parted your lips, receiving him without protesting, curling your fingers when he forced your limits, and positioned both hands on your head. Twirling your tongue around his base as you could, with your cavity completely invaded, Bucky provoked you a strong gag. A gesture that led to his warm seed being spilled down your throat.

“Fuck my life, baby girl!” He couldn't help but howl driven by the pleasure as you coughed and made vibrate his sensitive skin.

Just holding his dick trapped by your lips for a second, he freed your mouth, taking his time to admire you swallowing his cum and showing afterward your tongue. God, you looked so beautiful disheveled, with teary eyes and swollen lips because of the effort.

“Want me to tell you something else?” Bucky asked while cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his arm, taking the small key to liberating you with his free hand.

You didn't reply, not needing to, as he rubbed your wrists to comfort your skin before lying by your side.

“Com'ere”. He whispered, yet trying to recover your breathings. Bucky wrapped you with his flesh arm, rubbing his iron fingers up and down your tense belly, creating a contrast that caused you goosebumps. “'M so sorry for making you feel like that”.

He kissed you. Slowly, passionate, tasting his own juices mixed with your saliva. Caressing your tongue with the tip of his, and no rush. You felt his digits touring down your skin, till finding your throbbing and needed clit. You weren't able to hold back a sweet moan when he circled his fingertip over your sensible pearl, gladly drinking your vocals.

“When I wanted to react… she was putting that damn spoon into my mouth. It felt horrible, doll, I promise”. He murmured, venturing his long cold finger to part your folds and sink it inside you —moaning at the fulfill sensation—. “You always save me from those awkward situations… but you were having fun with Shuri and I didn't want to interrupt you”.

You were feeling like shit, looking at him through your eyelids as he curved a second finger into your cunt and increased the pace of the pounds with his hand made of vibranium. Bucky spread some gentle kisses all around your face, ending with a tender bite to your lips.

“When you told me you wanted to go home, I felt a huge relief… 'Cause that was everything I wanted. Go home with you. Maybe watch a movie… cuddle… fall asleep on the sofa”.

“Oh, God, Bucky”. You wept onto his mouth, as soon as a third finger filled you, nailing his hand in the perfect position to be moved up and down. “I'm so— sorry, Buck… I'm sorry”.

“Fuck, no”. He let out, thrusting you harder, faster, creating a melody of filthy sloppy sounds while your moans were louder and louder. “I should stop 'em, I didn't… I didn't. But I respect you more than anything, doll… I love you with all my heart. I care 'bout you, 'bout your feelings… Can you forgive me? Can you… Can you cum for me?”

You nodded your head running out of words, seeing your boyfriend snaking his body down the bed to between your shaky legs, yet having his fingers knuckles deep inside you. “Keep 'em open for your man”.

The blow to your abused cunt provoked you a lash up to your backbone, landing your hands on his head as Bucky sank his face straight to your center. His digits fucked you savagely, while his tongue took control of your swollen pearl —sucking, licking, kissing, pulling it back—. He wasn't going to deny that pleasure to you, quite the opposite. You pressed unconsciously his face a little closer to your pussy, swinging your hips and riding his mouth when his caresses and his pushes became too much for you.

Bucky made you cum harder than ever, crying his name till you didn't have any strength and you were just a sack of bones under his expert mouth, devouring you and drinking your juices as if it was the elixir of life. And when he was satiated, you glanced at him using the tip of his tongue to trail a path up crossing your abdomen, the gap between your breasts, your throat, until kissing you again getting comfortable on top of you. It was a kiss full of love, and guiltiness, and necessity, and pure devotion for you.

“Did I hurt you with what I said?” You murmured, still enraptured by the fireworks fluttering within your belly.

“This isn't 'bout me”. Bucky clicked his tongue, hiding his face into your sweaty neck. “This is 'bout what I let happen”.

“That doesn't answer my question, Buck… I'm sorry about what I said. I was just… I feel insecure". You confessed stroking his scalp and back with your hands, lacing your legs together. “I didn't mean it. I would never try to… find someone who respects me more than you do. That's impossible. And not talking about how much you love me”.

“I love you with every inch of myself”. He swore, he promised, raising his face to look straight at your eyes. “I can't imagine a life without you”.

“Me either… Your love makes me feel alive”.

Bucky left one last tender kiss on your lips before suddenly standing up and holding you onto his arms to carry you to the bathroom and take a shower together —wash your hair, worship your body again as if it was the last thing he was going to do—.

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[mrskurono]

title: Baby Fever a/n: ok you know what I’ll admit it, all I’ve been thinking about lately is Geto. He’s on my mind constantly. Should I be working on something else, yes. Is Geto the first jjk character I really had a crush on, maybe. I just....fucking Geto ok this has taken me four times to right jfc word count: 1.7k tags: no sub/dom dynamics, romantic sex, established relationship, manga spoilers, fingering, multiple female orgasms (not overstim though) breeding kink, needy Geto, creampie, unprotected sex, pregnancy mention, body worship, really just soft sex ok, unedited character(s): Geto Suguru (jjk)

They had grown. 

Both girls that was. 

Into wonderful adolescences that brought a set of different challenges. Geto was ready for that be it blindly. And he loved every part of it times two. Each time he looked at either of the kids though he could vividly remembered rounder cheeks, rosier faces and goofier smiles. It left him reminiscing over that more and more now.

You noticed it in the most subtle ways. Geto wanting more. More of those days even though he wouldn’t outright ask.

A trace of his fingers along your collar bone drew you away from what was in your lap. For the most part you’d ignored him once he came to bed but it grew almost impossible when the sorcerer had his lips pressed to the conjunction of your head and neck while a light touch traced down your chest. Not irritated in the slightly, you still give a playful sigh as you put your book down.

“Can I help you?” You can’t even turn your head to see him. Geto’s face is pressed to you with a trail of peppered kisses following suit.

With a firm grip he slipped his fingers against your thigh to give it a playful squeeze. Geto pulled out of the crook of your neck enough to finally look at you with that off brand smirk of his, “Mayhaps.”

You grin just to lean down and catch his lips on yours. Instead though you pull away just as he was going to lean into you. Earning your own smirk to play on your lips, “Mayhaps if you ask nicely Mr. Suguru.”

The hand on your thigh tightened. Pulling you towards him in a meager attempt but for the most part you stayed rooted where you were. Only slightly letting your legs fall open as your smirk grew into a full blown smile. He was awfully soft for a man on the run orchestrating a death cult. 

Geto slipped his fingers up along the crotch of your bottoms. Nudging his forehead against yours like he’d done every night this week. An eye roll that held no merit you grab his face and kiss him deeply. There isn’t a second in hesitation as you lean into him. Geto’s fingers moving up to help you wiggle out of your bottoms. A similar scene playing out just like the previous nights but you didn’t mind in the slightest with his attention fully on you.

“You’re so wet.” He commented against your lips the second his index finger dipped between your folds.

“And you’re already hard.” You toss back to him when your palm presses up against the stark hardness hidden under his robes, “Why don’t we help each other out?”

A nod and he didn’t stop to push back into the kiss. Geto hovering above you but it was your teeth nipping playfully at his bottom lip. Leaving the man to groan as his fingertips danced on either side of your clit. Your hips coming up to join in the motion of his fingers rubbing against you. Only for a few moments though because once they were soaked enough Geto couldn’t keep them from slipping inside you.

“Fuck...you’re so needy,” You moan against Geto’s lips as he curls his fingers in on you. He wouldn’t hesitate to make you cum like this before the main event even started.

Lips back to your neck, Geto hummed something but then nodded and mumbled against the softness of your ear, “I need you.”

Reaching down to grip his forearm as Geto’s fingering picked up in it’s urgency. You regretted the moan when his fingertips brushed over your g-spot. Within seconds he was back at it. Not leaving your sensitive spot alone as your cunt twitched and tightened around him with the impending orgasm. He was gonna get one from you with not much more than a snide remark on your part.

“F-Fuck...” Lip taut with tension as you bit down, fighting it wasn’t in your best interest, “S-Suguru- I- I’m gonna-”

“Cum-” His voice almost desperate, hot breath against your neck, fingers not letting up on their assault, “Please cum- Please I need you to cum- Please-”

The want in his voice too much. Just the way he wouldn’t stop after your orgasm tipped itself over. Fingers pulling a toe curling orgasm out of you as you clutched onto his robes and felt every fiber in your body tingle with hopelessness for him.

Fingers slowing, Geto simply wiggling them around in you and feeling the slickness covering his knuckles. It was when you snagged him for a long drawn out lazy kiss. Just to follow it by an order that he get undressed already, meant the man had no choice but to listen.

Rid of his clothes and between your legs before you knew it. You look down to see him swiping his cock up through the drool of your cunt. What wasn’t on his fingers previously now coated his cock with a beautiful glisten. Geto more than enthralled seeing his cock slip between your cunt lips. Each movement of his length grinding into your sensitive nub sent a shiver up your spine. Either he was too into watching or he was teasing you. A few more swipes and you demand he get on with the main course already.

One push and Geto’s cock slipped down to the hilt with ease. Stretched thoroughly from the nightly fucking all week. Today was no different. Juices squelching around his cock Geto pushed himself down to his base. Feeling his cock bottom out in you no problem. Leaving the man to hover over you. Caged in by both his arms on either side of you. And his hair tickling your face when you looked up at him.

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re handsome.”

Geto stalled a moment. Savoring the way his hips felt snug in yours. The residual feeling of your walls twitching around him. Not a day would go by where he didn’t swear you were made for him. 

“I love you.” His words clear and concise. You looked up at Geto once more.

What smirk you had early softened into a smile. Bringing his face down to yours for a kiss, “I love you t- fuck-” Before he let you finish Geto grinned against your lips and thrusted into you without warning. Just to watch you convulse and loose yourself on his cock. Just as beautiful as ever. He felt himself unable to control himself all over again.

Each snap of his hips into your core left you breathless. He wasn’t rough. Never was he rough. Geto’s cock curved in the right way that left you rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts. Even if it felt like he was going to split you in half, you still wanted more.

Orgasm or not Geto was bringing you right back to the edge. He always did. As you showered his face in breathless kisses. Some of those met with his own lips. Others spared on his neck and collar bone as you watched with a dazed look at where your bodies met. Geto buried inside you with each thrust. His hands hooked into your hips with your legs slightly elevated so he could defile your deepest parts. Every night this week he’d fuck you like this. In the drunken pleasurer of it all you might have thought he was trying to breed you.

“Please-” Geto’s voice peeled you away, “Please cum-”

Thinking he wanted you to cum on him again you half ass nod, “Yes- Fuck yes I’ll-”

“No-” He groaned more of a gasp. Geto putting his forehead against yours even with the dew accumulating on it, “Please- Please can I cum- Cum in you- I just-”

More than surprised. Of course he’d done so more than once before. Now he was asking you? 

“Love why ask just-”

“I want another baby-” Geto broke your question up, his hips still a mind of their own. His breath ragged against your lips and sweat making his hair cling to him, “With you- Another one- Just one- Let me fill you up- Let me fuck a baby in you- Please- I- I love you so much and-”

“Yes.”

Geto’s turn to be surprised.

“Yes please, god fuck yes- Fuck a baby inside me-” You grab Geto’s face. Caring less if you cum at this point and more for the warmth of his release. Lips smashing onto his you don’t hesitate to moan into the fevered kiss.

Geto pulling you down on him with each thrust. Driving his cock in you as deep as he could. Quicker than before like he was desperate for it. Even while your legs twitched and curled, knowing he was breeding in you, something snapped in you.

The way you can on him. Scream only muffled by the fact Geto wouldn’t move his lips from yours. Each rippling twitch of your cunt around him was maddening. Hearing and feeling you craving him sent him into a tizzy until it was simply too late. With the way he snapped his hips into. A rumbling moan emanating up from his chest. It was far too obvious when the first gush of warmth overwhelmed you.

Full well past just what oozed out of you. The mixture of cum and juices soaked the two of you as Geto’s arms waivered a little. A moment of uncertainty if he was going to pull out and waste the gift he just gave you. Instead you yank him down on you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders and loosely with your legs around his hips. Making it very obvious he was to stay in place on and in you.

Hand drawn down his back you ignore the sweat between his shoulder blades. Instead engrossed in the feeling of Geto’s cock still inside you and the heat of his chest against yours. Sighing softly to lay a kiss against his cheek you hug him a little tighter, “...you could have just said something you know.”

Exhausted and without a real witty reply. Geto had been saving this all week and now he was a little spent. Mumbling something but you didn’t hear.

The idea of being pregnant, with his child, making you smile more and more with each passing second. Even as cum dripped out of you. It was right away that you kissed the side of his head, “Looks like we gotta keep trying until you succeed huh.”

No question to it there was a twitch of excitement in all of his body. You knew neither of you would be happy now until Geto got what he asked for.

[ladyperceval]

Cuddly lazy morning sex

warning: minors go look at some cartoons or something, this post contains sex.😅

Lando Norris:

Lando is inexperienced at many things, like he is a bit vanilla in the sheets. But I feel like he would really enjoy lazy morning sex. Lando, would wake up to you grinding against him, while you slowly wake up in his arms. He would kiss your neck and whisper in your ear "the early bird catches the worm, are you ready to catch this one?" you would start giggling because he always loves to make you laugh. You would feel him smile against your neck and then his hands would move down to panties, where he moves them down your legs before he removes his boxers and enters you while still cuddling. It would be slow and sensual. He would thrust slow but deep, making sure to hit all the right spots. Once you have both reached your climaxes, Lando would go and run a bath for you two.😫

Mick Schumacher:

Mick is all about pleasing you. So, if he wakes up and he really needs you, he will make sure you on in the mood first, however it has become a sort of tradition for you and mick to have slow morning sex the day of the races. It would start off with you giving him a good luck blowjob, that would make Mick just question what he did to deserve a goddess like you. Before you could bring him over the edge though, Mick would pull you up, kiss you and simply say "This morning is about you, but tonight will be about me." with that Mick would flip you, so you are on your back and with a little arranging, before you know it, you have two pillows under your hips and Mick entering you. He would stare at you, as you throw your head back, moaning at how deep he feels, he would be slow, but his thrusts would be hard and his hand rubbing your clit would cause you to scream his name very quickly. Once you have both caught your breathes, Mick would start getting ready to go. He would make sure to leave a team shirt with his name on it out for you. He knows your legs would be like jelly for a few hours.😌

Pierre Gasly:

Bath sex. You would wake up to the sound of the bath running and the smell of lavender in the air, knowing it was one of your oils in the bath water. You would lie in bed thinking it was just Pierre having a bath but you would be pleasantly surprised to see Pierre exit the bathroom in all his naked glory, he would smile at you as he leans against the door frame and says "The bath is ready, are you going to join me?" you would smile and slowly make your way over to him, where he would grab you by your waist and bring you into a passionate kiss. He would grab the hem of your sleeping shirt (one of his) and take it off, while you shimmy out of your panties. He would kiss your lips once more before taking your hand and pulling you towards the bathtub. He would get in and simply wait for you to join him. He would be surprised when you climb in facing him, but he is quick to place you in his lap and enter you. He would let you control the pace, and he wouldn't be shy to bite the skin around your nipples or squeeze them to help you see fireworks. Pierre would notice when you get tired, and he would slowly lift you up before letting you fall back on him to meet his slow thrust. As soon as both you and Pierre finish at the same time, you would take turns washing each other.👀

Max Verstappen:

I get the vibe that Max feels as though morning sex is a bit of a chore. Max likes things hard and fast; he might enjoy teasing you and edging you, but he knows by the end of it that you are screaming his name. So max is pleasantly surprised when he wakes up after the Monaco gp and you just suggest a nice relaxing day in bed. He doesn't complain when you pull down his boxers and straddle him, you align him and drop onto his length, moaning while he groans at the feeling of you squeezing him. That’s when he looks up at you and notices it, the sun is shining making you look breath-taking as you throw your head back, moaning at how deep he feels. Max sees the sun glinting off the promise ring he gave you months ago and when you look down at him, he finally notices one of the sexiest things he has ever seen. You, in his cap, riding him. Making him feel like a champion because of his win. Expressing how much you live him through actions instead of words. You felt Max grab your ass, causing you to groan, but before he could flip you, you place your hand on his chest and simply say "let’s go slow today love, you were fast enough yesterday." he groans but lets you push him to his climax at a slow and loving pace. After a cuddle session of you just lying on his chest, you and max head to the shower for round 2.🥵

Dani Ric:

Dani was down lately; he wasn't feeling as though McLaren including him and so mornings were often spent with you trying to cheer him up. Dani always loved it when you would use your mouth to wake him up. After Monza, he expected it to end. But he was so wrong. He nearly finished when he felt your mouth wrap around his length, he groaned when he looked down and saw you between his legs. He would try to move his hands and grab your hair to control your movements, but his hands would be stopped. You had tied him to the bedpost. He would groan because he loves to touch you. But you knew that as soon as he touched you, he would want to be in control. You slowly move you way up, kissing along his stomach, his chest, his neck and biting his jaw, before slowly sinking down on his length. You would go slow, simple moving your hips in a circular motion, just building up some of the tension between you and Dani, before you start to move faster, you would untie him and let him sit up and hold you while he helps move you up and down his length. The two of you would whisper word of praise in each other’s ears before finishing. You moaning Dani's name and him praising your beauty. After a quick shower, you and Dani would walk around Monza, enjoying a morning gelato.😉

Charles Leclerc:

Charles loves slow morning sex, why? Because he gets to worship you! Yes, Charles likes to be in control and sometimes he likes to be rough and every now and again a quickie is needed, but when Charles can just take his time and worship you, he loves it. He would start off by waking you up with kiss, from your neck down the left side of your body, till he reaches the middle of your thigh and then he would switch sides, once he has your full attention, he will sink between your legs and let you grab his hair, as you moan at the sensation of his tongue teasing you. He will leach you reach your climax before pulling you up, he would turn you around so you are in reverse cowgirl, and he will enter you. He will give you a few thrusts, allowing you to get used to the view, before he spreads his legs straight in front of him, and pushes you down to lie between them. The new position allows for Charles to reach those deep spots and to continuously hit them, while your clit grinds against his length as he thrusts. You would be screaming for Charles within a few minutes. Slow morning sex for Charles is all about over-stimulating you and making sure that he gets all his frustrations out in a careful manner. Charles and you would spend the whole day in bed. With Charles eventually drawing a warm bath for you to help relax you as he washes you.🍆🥵💦

Me:

[yuzukult]

bittersweet. (m) || kmg & reader

title: bittersweet. pairing: kim mingyu x reader genre: angst, fluff, smut, established relationship!au word count: 3.1k warnings: dirty deed is done (aka explicit sex if you didn't catch that). profanity. prompt: you're always fighting. he doesn't get you. so why are you even still together? a/n: before any of my friends make fun of me, shaddup. anyways, this is for @/ficscafe dialogue prompt event! i'll be using #14: you make me weak.

He’s so adamant.

The crinkle in between his brows, the scrunch of his nose, and his incessant blinking from all the nerves, despite it all, he still stands firm on his beliefs.

But you’re fighting. Always fighting.

He doesn’t get you—he spends most of the time he's with you arguing about how insensitive you are as a person, how nonchalant you can be when you should be reacting with some type of emotion, and how he wished you’d been more affectionate with him.

But he doesn’t understand you. He thinks you’re selfish (sure, he didn’t outright state this, but you can sense him feeling this way.)

Albeit you’re unsure how you got yourself in this position—back flat against the wall, his hands on your wrists with his crotch pinning yours as your legs wrap around him securely to meet his gaze from the height difference.

“I need you to talk to me,” he rasps, anger filled in his voice. “I’m so tired of making this into some guessing game. Why can’t you just tell me how you feel?”

Although he’s got you cornered, rutting his hips into you once again, it's not persuasive enough. “Talk to me.”

“If you can’t figure me out, maybe we should just break up. I didn’t want to date in the first place.”

Jaw clenched, his eyes continue to melt into yours. He’s looking for anything—a sign, a glimpse, a crack in your exterior to see whatever it is you’re truly feeling inside. “Why do you always use that as a solution? Instead of just communicating?”

“Because—“ you halt, breath hitching when he shifts, the head of his cock rubbing against your bud through your thin material shorts. “—Because it’s an easier solution. What do you expect from me?”

“To tell me and show me if you like me or not. You’re like a fucking boulder. I can’t move you.”

You quirk a brow. “Your fucking holding me down right now. You’ve evidently proved you can move me elsewhere.”

“Emotionally,” he says, exasperated. “The most I can get you to feel something is when we’re fucking. I’m surprised we’re even fucking in the first place. You barely let me hold your hand!”

Rolling your eyes, you pull your arms from his hold and he lets go easily. It’s the type of person Mingyu is—he’s gentle, the complete opposite of you, with a heart of gold that everyone loves and appreciates. He’s lovable, known to many, and desired by them all, and somehow, you got him in your grasp and truthfully… you’re not sure what to do.

He’s fragile, but you have rough hands with toughened skin from years of experience and encounters. There’s this fear that you’ll drop him, shatter him into pieces as brittle as chinaware. So you hold the front, keep yourself strong with a facade tougher than concrete, because you’re afraid if you hold on too tight, he might break. And at the same time, he might break you too.

“You wanna know why?” You finally blurt, words firm and sharp. “Because you make me weak. And I don’t like being weak. I don’t like being known as weak. And you—you do that to me. I hate it.”

He furrows his brows. “I make you weak? The one girl I know to be the most resilient?” Mingyu has to scoff in disbelief because it’s the first time he’s hearing this. “You realize how insane you sound? It’s okay to have feelings for me. It’s why we’re together.”

Nose twitching, you suck in your cheeks. “I hate it. I hate this. I hate that when you turn to look at me in the morning, you give me that fucking… smile. Like I’m your whole world. Like you’re head over heels for me and I’m all that you see.”

“And why do you hate that?”

“Because, some part of me, deep down into the abyss, wants to look at you like that too.”

His jaw loosens, just like the restraints he had over his heart in the past hour of arguing, hands now finding purchase on your thighs to pull you back up closer. “Baby…” he calls out for you softly, the term of endearment nearly bursting your heart, but you keep yourself calm and collected as you normally do. “Then do it. Why are you so scared?”

“I told you.”

“That’s not a good enough reason.”

“Well, it’s good enough for me.”

He heaves a heavy breath. “Baby, I can’t keep doing this. I feel like I’m chasing you but I’m getting nothing out of it.”

Then, you reiterate the same words you’ve said multiple times, but there’s never any genuinity in it because you never actually… meant it. “Then let’s break up.”

“We’re not breaking up.”

“Then what do you want to do? Tell me. If breaking up isn’t the option, then tell me instead of having me up the wall if we’re not gonna fuck.”

“Fucking only happens when you’re pissed or when you’re making up.”

“So, what now?”

It’s Mingyu’s turn to roll his eyes. “We make up. I need you to talk to me. I can barely read you—the only thing I know for sure is that you don’t want this to end because you just admitted to me that you wanna look at me the same way I look at you.”

Frustrated, you let your head drop onto the wall behind you. “This is annoying. I don’t like expressing stuff. You just take what you get or leave. If you can’t figure out what’s going through my mind, what’s the point? Why put in the effort?” Eyes fluttering shut, you feel yourself wanting to crawl into a ball and just… hide. Despite being fully clothed, you feel naked when Mingyu asks for more. And what he’s asking for isn’t even unreasonable—you’re just horrible at telling people what you’re feeling. “I just… why can’t I just let you lay your head on my lap when you get home from work? Or… cook dinner with you. Even have it ready when you have long nights at work. Maybe even fold your laundry—I don’t know. I don’t like PDA but if you asked me, I’d hold your hand under the table. Or… hold it in your pocket on cold days.”

Then, Mingyu stays silent (for the first time).

It finally hits.

You’re not outspoken when it comes to soft things. You’re loving but not in the same way he is. You’re also honest and straightforward about everything except when it comes to admitting feelings for him.

And for once, when you say those words, he… he feels loved by you.

He remembers those days—after spending hours at the gym despite having a long work day, he’d come home and you’re there waiting for him on the couch so you could shower together. You’d help scrub his limp body, even though he moans and groans about how sore he is, but you do it nonetheless because you like him. Or when you stopped by at his apartment, one he shares with all his friends, because he was stuck with helping one of them build their beds and you brought them all, including himself, lunch. And that wasn’t to mention you were already working twelve hour days.

“Can you answer one question for me, then? I won’t force you to tell me again. I just need to hear it once.”

Your eyes open, and it feels like a mistake because your heart drops into your stomach. His gaze is hypnotizing, like he’s got you in a trance, and you respond with a ‘yes’ without much thought because of him.

Mingyu swallows all his anxiety before asking that million dollar question.

“Do you love me?”

Although you feel small being put on the spot like that, the one thing you’ll admit is that you’ve already predetermined the answer to this. And just as much courage as Mingyu puts into asking, you’ll reciprocate and do the same in answering because he’s admirable for even trying.

“Yes.”

Without much thought, he presses his lips against yours. You love him, although you rarely if not never say it, but you finally said those words and all he needs is to hear it just once for assurance. To know that there’s something he’s chasing for, that he’s not running in place like on a treadmill.

Arms snaking around his neck, you keep your hold there as his hands reach to your jaw, leveraging the kiss in an angle he’d prefer. When you kiss, he feels complete. He’s never felt like this with another girl before, this feeling of home, the feeling of comfort. You’re colder than brisk winters, but something about having you in his arms makes him warm.

Your fingers comb through his locks, and although it’s doused in gel and spent hours on doing this morning, he doesn’t mind because he knows he’s yours. When you kiss him back, he’s as anxious as he was when he had to go on stage and perform in front of people for the first time.

Gently pulling away, both your lips are pink and swollen with a string of saliva connecting between. Pants brushing against each other’s face, a soft smile tugs on the edges of your lips as you feel heat creeping up your neck.

“I love you too,” he says, as low as a whisper. “And… I’m okay if you don’t say it again. You know how I show you that I love you… and I should’ve been better at learning what you’re comfortable with in showing how you love. But I still need you to help, too, to make this… better. I need you to talk to me, when you need me. When I need you. I need you to be here for me too.”

“Okay,” you respond, volume matching his. “If that’s the case, I love you. Just… as another reminder since I only said yes the first time.”

He lets out a chuckle, vibrating from his chest and everything about him makes your heart race. “Good. Can I show you how much I love you?”

“No,” you retort quickly and bashfully. But he knows you’re playing because you nod afterwards, allowing him to carry you to the couch. “Maybe.”

“I need a yes, love,” Mingyu says cheekily, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “You know I’m not going to go any further until I hear it.”

“Yes,” you reply embitterly, but Mingyu knows better now. He knows what you want, because all he needed was assurance. “Please show me how much you love me.”

And fuck, because he never knew how much he needed to hear those words all his life.

You’re so pretty when he has you stripped down to nothing, laid out on the leather couch of your living room; hair messy, mouth gaped open from all his teasing, and with an arm covering your face because it’s all too much for you. Mingyu is a passionate lover, you’ve come to recognize, and although it’s all an unfamiliar territory, you love him and you’re willing to step into the unknown.

“How am I doing?” He asks, as if he doesn’t have his head in between your legs and a grip on the meat of your thighs. He loves the taste of you, he reminds you plenty of times, but dirty talk coming from such an innocent face makes you slightly embarrassed. “Feels good?”

“Shut up,” you hiss, avoiding his infatuated stare. “Just… just fucking do it, you asshole.”

“What? Show you how much I love you?”

There’s a tornado in the pit of your stomach. He keeps saying things that make you awkward because you’ve never been loved like how Mingyu loves.

You don’t react, and this displeases him. Laying his tongue flat out against your cunt, he gives you another lick that lets a whimper escape from your lips. “Tell me, baby. Am I doing a good job?”

“Yes,” you croak, only because you feel like he’s got you in this position for so long. You’re so exposed, and he at least has his boxers to protect him like a shield, but you’re all out in the open. (Not to mention his fucking built body. He makes you feel so insecure about yours—how is this puppy looking boy so… wide? What the fuck?) “Can you… can you take that off?”

He leans up, tilting his head in confusion and now you can see how hard he is in his undergarments. “My… my boxers?”

“Yeah. I feel like… I’m the only one exposed here.”

He laughs. “Baby, we’ll get to that.”

“Now.”

Mingyu snorts. “Anything my baby wants.” He bumps foreheads with you gingerly, something he's always done playfully, and tugs off his boxers swiftly as requested. “Let me make you cum first and—“

“No,” you interject, eyes closed and biting down on your bottom lip. It's the only way to remain bold—to not look him in the eye because he’ll melt you like a stick of butter left on the kitchen counter. “Show me how you love me.”

Mingyu doesn’t hesitate to shuffle quickly through the little stash hidden on the first shelf underneath your coffee table (he likes to be prepared in every situation even though this is your apartment) and finally spots the condom he hid a week ago. Tearing it open rapidly, he gives himself a couple pumps that have beads of precum building at the top and slips the rubber on with ease. “Ready?”

“For you?” Mingyu gulps, because before today, you’ve rarely said anything that made his heart stutter. “Anything.”

With a push of the head of his cock into your heat, a quiet wince escapes from your lips and his chocolate orbs are saturated in apologies. He doesn’t want you to feel pain, especially not you, but even his efforts to loosen you up beforehand, you still manage to be so tight around him every time. It feels good to have you around him snugly, yet he knows the consequence of the beginning is the ache in between your legs from the first intrusion.

“I’m sorry, bub,” Mingyu presses a tender kiss on your forehead. “Bear with me, yeah?”

“Mm,” you hum dismissively, warming up when he finally slides himself all the way in. He stills, in fear that you’re hurt, but instead, you’re surprisely impatient as you cross your legs behind him and pull him close. Bringing your lips close to his ears, you breathe, “fuck me, baby.”

Mingyu laughs brightly, and your jaw clenches. “What?”

“After today, I’m not going to fuck you.” You quirk a brow. “I’m gonna make love to you.”

“Don’t make me throw up. You’re ruining the moment.”

He grins mischievously before pulling out and shoving himself back in swiftly that earns a groan from you. “Oh? Am I?”

“Stop playing, Mingyu,” you state sternly, but Mingyu is enjoying himself too much. “Or else you're not getting any for the month.”

Well, that does the trick.

He has his hands on your hips, pushed down against the seat cushions of your loveseat couch, hips once flushed against yours now thrusting into your throbbing pussy. God, you’re fucking done for, honestly, because he’s a pro with his hips when he angles it just right that he’s brushing against your swollen clit, hitting so deep into you.

“Fuck—“

“You curse too much, baby,” Mingyu puffs, pecking the side of your lips sloppily. “Everyone thinks I’m such a nice guy and when they meet my—fuck—g-girlfriend and find out how much of a dirty mouth she has, they’re always struck.”

“Too fucking bad,” you spit, fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders. He’s so big, stretching you with each shove, but you’d never tell him that or his ego would inflate. “Stop talking and fuck me harder.”

Mingyu loves. He loves and loves, and although you won’t pretend that he comes to your home often with crumpled pieces of papers with girls’ names and numbers on them that fall into the catch-all bowl by the door with his keys, you don’t forget that besotted daze he falls into the moment he sees you. So when you ask for something, he delivers without fail.

Abiding by your urge, his hips move briskly, pistoning into you as fast as he can. Biceps tense, you can’t help but let your hands slip there, gripping onto the muscle and has you wondering fuck, how did you get so lucky? He’s hot, cute, sweet, loving and geez, he could fuck. He’s so clumsy, so dumb sometimes, but he’s so freaking lovable it makes you sick. Lovesick.

His pretty eyes shut close, you notice, because those two cups of hot chocolate are gone and he’s chewing on his bottom lip as he groans, ends of his hair that brush over his eyes now drenched in sweat. His skin glistens underneath the dim lights, and he reminds you of the stars in the night sky—so gorgeous, so special. Always a sight to see.

“Fuck,” the not-so-innocent boy curses (even though he just said you curse too much) “Baby, you just got so tight. Are you about to cum?”

“Possibly,” you manage to say, still attempting to play games even though Mingyu could very so threaten to steal your orgasm away from the tip of your fingers. But when he slightly shifts in the midst of his pounding, you let out a raspy, “Almost,” because he’s rubbing against your nub incessantly that you’re losing all your focus.

When you finally see those stars, you let go.

Mingyu feels this, grunting when you convulse around his dick, head dropping to watch you tug and tug around him, begging for him to cum. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long because after a couple thrusts, he stills, spilling ropes of cum into the condom and dropping the entirety of his weight onto you, face snug into the crook of your neck once again.

“I—“

“You’re heavy.”

“Fuck, baby, we just had sex and that’s the first thing you say?”

He can’t see you, but there’s a smile on your face. “Yeah. And you got my couch all sticky from your sweat. Not to mention the cum. Are you gonna clean it after?”

Mingyu doesn’t care. He’s blissful. He’s happy. He knows you’re going to toss a damp rag at him later, despite his dick out and still drenched in your arousal, and tell him to ‘wipe down the fucking couch because that’s gross.’

All because he knows that you love him.