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colossal-fallout · 3 years

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The full report - Eren Yeager

The following report details all information on Eren Yeager. Contains NSFW content and reader must be over the age of 18 to view this document.

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Name: Eren Yeager

Birthplace: Shiganshina

Height: 180cm / 5ft 9"

General

[ A1 ]

Appearance & Hygiene practices:

Eren's chestnut brown hair is always clean and fresh. Whenever he pays you a late night visit, he'll have most probably just gotten out of the shower. Coconut scented shampoo of sorts? Whatever it is, it smells so good.

Prefers showers over a bathe. He says it's to save time, but he spends a good 40 - 60 minutes in there, easily.

Once he's dry, likes to throw on jogger bottoms and a hoodie over his bare skin. His bare skin that is now so soft and scented as his favourite shower gel which is either tea-tree oil or Coconut.

If he wants to remain clean shaven, Eren must shave every 2-3 days. Sometimes he likes to grow it out but nothing ever past a long stubble.

Minimal body hair.

Trims the hairs on his pubic bone/lower stomach. Has pleasuring you in mind as he does so. Will take into consideration the friction against you.

Totally clean shaven testicles.

Eren's nails are short but that's because he bites them. [ see section A3 ]

Beautiful set of teeth. Brushes twice daily in a modern AU.

Eren adores it when you brush his hair for him. He finds it extremely relaxing as you massage his scalp. His eyes will close and a small, barely audible hum will emit from time to time.

Eren's skin care routine is pretty basic. All of the steam from sitting in his hot, frequent showers for so long seems to do him wonders - his skin is flawless and worthy of envy.

Due to the healing power of being a Titan shifter, Eren has no scars.

Eren has quite large hands with long fingers. He doesn't wear rings or jewellery as it reminds him of the burden of when he had to keep that damn key on him at all times. Will however, put up with a wedding ring.

[A2]

Body & Love language:

Eren is a pretty introverted person. His hands are usually tucked away inside of his pockets - be it either trousers or hoody/jacket.

He hunches a little too. Likes to feel hidden. He's had enough attention over the years and wants nothing more than to just shrink away in a crowded room. Or maybe, it's the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Brooding, moody exterior. Extreme "resting bitch face"

Shrugs a lot. At first glance, you'd think he was a moody teenager trapped in a grown man's body.

Likes to sit with his feet flat up on the chair with his knees splayed - you'll usually find him like this with an arm resting over a knee while the other is at a 90 degree angle pointing away from his hip.

Fumbles his hands together in formal occasions when he can't sit so casually or tuck them away.

Likes to drape his arm over you without touching you. His arm will rest above you on the top of the chair. A clear indication of "They're mine" and "I will keep you safe"

His hips will usually be swivelled in your direction, regardless of where you are in the room. A subconscious body language of sexual yearning.

Eren likes to hold hands with you when you're walking. He's not huge on PDA but likes the strong yet subtle showings that you're together.

Tends to rub his thumb over the back of your hand absent-mindedly when you do so.

His love languages include physical touch. Can get very needy and touch starved pretty easily. Not in a overbearing way, but even just a run of his slender fingers through your hair is enough to keep him going until the two of you are in a more private setting.

[A3]

Bad Habits & Tendencies:

As mentioned above, Eren bites his finger nails. His toe nails too. It's pretty gross to be honest.

He never does it in public, but he has been known to do it in front of you when he feels comfortable enough to do so.

Get's very fidgety when irritated or annoyed, which is pretty often. Especially if Jean is around.

Short temper. He's learned to tame it more over the years where he doesn't show it so easily. But everyone has their limit and when his is reached, his yell is booming and pretty intimidating.

During an argument with you he has been known to raise his voice, but it's not the frightening roar you've heard him unleash on others before.

Always apologises to you after he's calmed down. Even though it wasn't that bad.

If you two ever have a bad falling out, will lock himself away for days. He'll be pissed at himself for letting it get so bad and depressed that you two are having such problems. But he'll do anything he can to fix it.

[ A4 ]

Common misconceptions:

Obviously everyone has their own cannons and opinions. But I don't personally see Eren as being an abusive partner. Yeah, he has his problems and treats his friends like shit but there's a reason for that we'll probably see in the last chapter. If you're worthy enough to pierce that cold and distant shell, you're a very special person and he'll treat you as such.

Eren actually has a large heart hidden under that huge chip on his shoulder. He cares and loves the people around him unconditionally. Even to the point of carrying out mass genocide to protect them.

Still... He does have a dark side to be weary of at times.

Even though he's gross while in Liberio, usually Eren is actually pretty clean.

[ A5 ]

Food & Drink:

In a Modern AU Eren loves fancy coffees with the weird names. The longer to pronounce, the better. He just likes the fact they give him energy and the fancier ones taste good.

Due to not having meat for so long, a good ol' fashioned beef/lamb stew is his favourite.

Doesn't drink in canon.

Modern AU, his alcoholic beverage of choice is bottles of beer and craft ales. Sometimes is a sucker for red wine.

[ A6 ]

Modern Au:

Eren wears loose clothing. Hoodies, loose jeans, those baggy cardigans too.

His texting style is spam over one long message. Especially if he's pissed off. He's too impatient to sit and type in paragraphs.

Drives a black car. Don't ask me what type, I don't know cars. But it's black, 'kay?

It also has "black ice" air freshener inside.

Likes to ride quads and mopeds along fields. He's a thrill seeker. Rollercoasters, bungee jumping... you name it he's game.

Eren plays the guitar. He took lessons for it but after about a year he just went his own way and self-taught.

If he sees a guitar at a party, he will pick it up and play it. He won't sing though.

He actually hates singing. He finds it embarrassing.

Always has in his air pods/earphones.

Likes any sort of music that is catchy.

Probably streams on Twitch. He won't talk much though.

Could have a wide range of jobs. Coffee shop, could be in college, might be a ride attendant... who knows? It's anyone's guess what Eren is doing. He doesn't talk about himself that much.

Romance & NSFW

[ B1 ]

Crush:

Eren would definitely be in denial he has a crush on you at first.

• “Does y/n seem different to you?”

Armin; “No…? In what way?”

“I dunno… Just, different.”

• His poor stubborn brain would be ticking for weeks as to why he suddenly wants to be near you a lot more often and has urges to touch you, even if it’s just a slight brush against your arm.

• Will find any excuse to do extra training with you

• Once he FINALLY clicks on as to why he’s had these feelings, he’ll be pretty knocked off his feet and a little annoyed at himself.

I’m here to kill the enemy...

• Still though… Can’t seem to keep himself away.

[ B2 ]

First kiss & general kisses:

After the initial denial and keeping himself away, he'll just decide one day he's had enough of feeling this way and decides to to something about it.

He won't shove himself onto you. He'll do some sly probing to see if there is any indication of reciprocation.

Knowing Eren, he'll indirectly piss you off or insult you. He didn't mean to. He's just lacking social skills. Man aint smooth.

You'll slap him, probably, where he'll keep his head away from you for a few seconds, realising he's pushed you too far. Whichever side you palmed him away, he'll stay.

He'll slowly return his gaze to yours before gently holding your arms, apologising and planting his lips onto yours.

His general kisses are quite firm and forceful. Not in an aggressive way, but a "god I want you so bad" way.

Always either slides his arms around your waist or cups your face/head.

He tastes like sweetened tea <3 / Coffee in a Modern AU

Loves coming from behind and snaking his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck when you're doing something. Doesn't like it when your attention is away from him for too long.

When he's feeling soft and tender, will dance his nose with yours and catching your mouth in a caress.

When he's super turned on, he'll suck your tongue, bite your bottom lip and kiss anywhere he can.

[ B3 ]

Sex:

Ha ~~!

Eren is up there with the best when it comes to sex. He knows what he's doing and he does it well.

Extremely skilled with his fingers and tongue. He'll have you crawling the walls with hysteria as he likes to tease you throughout the day. He more than makes up for it, though.

Gropes, nips, kisses, licks, bites, flicks... anywhere and everywhere he can.

Is the most vocal when you perform oral sex on him. Will groan so deeply, his entire body will vibrate.

Dirty talk is this man's second language.

"Look how desperate you are for me." / "Look how desperate for you you've gotten me..."

"Do I feel good like this?"

"Am I making you feel good baby?"

"You're so good at that. Fuck, such a good girl/boy"

"S'so fuckin' tight."

"You're my little fuck thing, aren't you?"

"You're perfect."

"I love you..."

Are some of the many things you'll hear while he's fucking you.

He doesn't really have a favourite position. He'll gladly take you anyway he can. If he's in a rough mood, he'll bend you over the sofa, take you up against the wall... But if he's feeling more soft he'll make slow, passionate love to you for hours.

He does have a strong soft side at times.

Dominic Dominant. He loves seeing you totally at his mercy, the power over you the most arousing thing in the world to him.

Big daddy dilf vibes. He knows what he’s doing and he’s fucking good at it too.

The only time he’ll sub is if he wants to be lazy - letting you ride him and use him to your heart’s content.

Dirty talk. It can get pretty degrading at times. If you’re not into that, he respects that boundary.

Will absolutely ruin you.

Low-key loves it when you claw his back in hysteria. He thrives knowing he can send you absolutely insane, and he can just heal the claw marks in a matter of seconds. Sometimes even during sex (which is the hottest thing ever)

In an AU modern, he would love to fuck you near a large mirror or record you both getting at it to watch at a later date.

A lot of hissing, humming and low groaning, especially when he’s close to unloading.

Likes to watch you masturbate, putting his head close and observing intently. Loses his shit if you moan his name while doing so.

Hair pulling is his overload language. Will tug fistfuls when he gets too turned on.

[ B4 ]

Kinks:

The risk of getting caught. He likes having risky sex in semi public locations. Makes a game of how loud he can get you to moan, knowing someone would probably hear you.

Light Degradation. When he’s in a rough mood, he doesn’t mind calling you a few names. Nothing too extreme. And if it’s not your thing, he’ll respect that boundary.

Loves a good ol’ 69. Having you on his face with your ass in view is just… *Chef’s kiss*

Speaking of ass, he loves to bend you over too, allowing himself in nice and deep with a great view and something Juicy to grab.

[ B5 ]

Aftercare:

Aftercare with Eren isn’t anything special unfortunately. He’s another who gets sleepy after sex.

Won’t ignore you though. Often lazy pillow talk is on the cards and telling you how much you mean to him and how beautiful you are.

Will run his fingers across your scalp to soothe you.

Also will kiss any bite marks or finger bruises he’s left behind and ask if you’re okay.

Relationship with loved ones & becoming serious

[ C1 ]

Friends & Family:

When Eren meet's your friends family he will be polite yet quiet. He wants them to like him but he won't pine for their approval. If they like him, awesome. If they don't...? No big deal.

Same goes with your friends. He'll stay quiet until spoken to at first, but once he's been eased into conversation, he'll flow with it a lot easier.

Again, he'll be polite but don't expect him to kiss ass, because he certainly wont.

[ C2 ]

Marriage:

You couldn’t actually believe Eren had proposed. Although he was down on one knee in front of your very eyes, your mind just wasn’t accepting it. Folks and onlookers watched with bated breath, awaiting your answer. He sure kept this surprise hidden well…

Of course, you said yes and he picked you up by your waist in a spin, colliding his lips to yours.

And now here he was, watching you walk down the aisle, a lump in his throat and his heart racing.

You looked gorgeous, like something from a fairy tale.

And of course, he looked as handsome as ever. His suit was smart and his hair was up in its usual bun.

Armin is his best man, of course; who is standing and beaming with pride.

Eren holds back his chokes and tears as he reads his vows;

“Y/N… From the first time I ever laid eyes on you, all those years ago, I knew you would be in my life forever. Back then, I didn’t think it would be as my wife, but God I am so glad it is. I’m sorry for my stubbornness and irrational behaviour when we were young. But despite that you still loved, and stood by me and for that I’ll be eternally grateful. I vow to always stand beside you, whatever the world throws at us. I vow to hold you when you need support. I vow to remember how you always had my back no matter what. And I vow to always love you, with my heart and soul, until the day I die and after.”

The room erupts in cheers and tears when you seal your kiss.

The reception is wild.

Everyone is drunk (except Levi) and dancing. Reiner and Connie are dancing like weirdos, Reiner's blazer removed and at one point Connie is on his shoulders.

Sasha has too much to drink and is spewing in the bathroom.

Mikasa can’t stop crying with happiness and pride.

He carries you to your room afterwards where you spend all night sealing a special bond that will never be broken.

[ C3 ]

Children:

Eren has a soft spot for children, believe it or not. As seen before the expedition to the forest of giant trees. He sees his old self behind the innocent glint of unaltered admiration within a child's eyes.

He's not super into child play though. He wont pull weird voices or funny faces. He'll sit at their level and speak to them like they were anyone else. Obviously, watching what he says around them.

If they're unchecked and acting themselves, he'll become quickly annoyed as they wreck havoc around him and will have to leave the room or he'll get too agitated.

If his s/o discovers they're pregnant he'll seem to take it well. But inside he's falling apart and freaking out. He won't ever show it to them, but he doesn't know how he could be a father. Would he be like his own? Would he be able to be a good figure to look up to? What if he fails? Is it selfish to bring a child into this cruel world?

He'll be shocked but understandably so. After after a couple of weeks of self-reflection and brooding, he'll start to feel better about the whole thing.

More protective over his s/o than usual. Will make sure they're eating, drinking, resting and god help you if he finds you doing something you shouldn't such as trying to lift something heavy.

Will hold your hair and rub you back, as well as bring you water while you're having your morning sickness.

"Babe? It's four in the afternoon. How come you're still sick?"

"Eren, it's called morning sickness but it can happen any time."

He'll click his tongue. "....That's a dumb name, then."

The first time he feels the baby kick within you, his heart absolutely melts. His eyes enlarge and you could swear you saw them soften with that spark behind his emerald greens he had when you were younger.

His large palm is warm against your stomach as he feels around, the little flutter of your child hitting against his skin making him flinch in surprise at first.

"Woah..." He'll gasp in amazement. "They're already so strong. Hey, y/n? Doesn't that hurt?"

"Sometimes." You'll laugh softly.

He'll gingerly place his face to your skin, a little embarrassed he's doing this; but he feels the need. "...Don't hurt your mom, okay?"

As your pregnancy progresses and you get larger, he will not leave your side. If he has to, he'll be worrying and you'll be occupying his mind. In a modern au, he'll constantly call and text and will get Mikasa or Armin to check in on you often.

Will be so gentle during love making. He's terrified he'll hurt the baby.

One of the only times you've seen Eren panic in his adult life is when your waters break.

You'd gotten up in the middle of the night to pee. Climbed back into bed and felt a strange pressure, followed by a pop. Then a warm gushing sensation. You wait a few seconds to settle your own panic before you nudge Eren awake.

"Eren..."

He'll bolt up, confused. "What? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"

"Eren, my waters have broken."

"Shit. Okay. Shit. What do we do? Shit." He'll leap out of bed and throw the lights on. You get to your feet where more water will start to drop onto the floor. "Shit, shit. I'll get the bag. Do you need help getting dressed? Okay, where's my jacket? WHERE'S MY JACKET?!"

"Eren, honey I need to you calm down."

"Okay, sorry. I'm calm. Shit. Shit..."

Will hold your hand with a worried look the entire time you're in labour. Has water and snacks on hand.

Will watch in amazement as your child is pushed into the world. This magical moment changes something in him, but right now he's not sure what that is.

They will bond immediately. As soon as he holds your son/daughter he can't take his wide gaze off them.

They're inseparable.

Any doubts of being a bad father is washed away as he takes them under his wing and teaches them about the world.

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moxfirefly · 3 years

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Ok I accidentally deleted it but thankfully didn’t loose the important bits!

Rated Explicit (18+ Only)

Tonight held a different energy.

Leonardo had shown up with a bag and a grin that alluded to what the night might bring.

Which is how you found yourself sat on a chair, arms expertly tied behind your back in intricate patterns.

The small hitch was that Leo had placed one of your most hated but favorite of toys right upon your sex. The toy was snug against your sensitive nub and a very amused Leo sat in front of you. “I gotta say when I got here I had a few things in mind” His thumb hovered over the button.

He moved it upwards increasing the speed.

You squeaked, toes curling as you tried to keep your focus on making a mess so soon in the evening.

And well, Leo had stated that if you came without his permission that would be all you got for the night.

Which meant no him.

You swallowed and bit the inside of your cheek.

Focus.

“I wish this had a better range, would take it with me all the time” He sat back on the couch, cool as a damn cucumber over your rapidly increasing shakey form. “When you’re at work” He decreased the speed. “When you’re with friends” He increased it once more. “Maybe when you’re with that annoying co-worker of yours who thinks he has a shot” He pressed down fully, the jolt making you tremble as your mouth opened in a soundless moan.

He smiled before setting it back down to a low hum. He scooted closer, hands coming to rest on your trembling knees. “If I were you I’d control my breathing, darling” He cupped your chin, blue eyes assessing you for any discomfort, you nodded understanding his worries but egged him on when you snuck a tongue out.

Leo shook his head with a smile, getting up in all his imposing glory. “I don’t think you’re truly aware of how I go through with my threats” You bit down on the tip of your tongue, eyes so coy. “As if you would miss on the opportunity to show me that angry side you like meditating away so much” You kissed the pad of his thumb, eyes glued to his.

Seamlessly he slid that digit into your mouth, the softness of your plump lips around his thumb.

He leaned down, pressing his lips towards your ear.

“Does somebody want to have a ruined orgasm?” You stopped immediately, mouth slipping away slowly.

Leo reveled in it, he knew how much you despised it and you had already been on the nasty end of it a few times.

“Sorry Sensei...” Your voice was hushed. Leo kissed your forehead before sitting himself back down on the couch in front of you. He toyed with the remote, each teasing flick of his thumb over the button making you tense up. The low continuous hum was making a mess out of you, wetness pooling beneath you.

A breeze hit you and your naked skin pebbled.

The leader admired you, taking stock of the perspiration on your skin, the hardening of your nipples. Your innate need to try and grind down on the toy. “You’re beautiful Y/n, I could just keep you like this on my bed everyday if it were up to me” You saw a hand run down his muscular thigh. You followed that hand, trying to muster your focus on it instead of your slow building release.

That strong hand went to the front of his pants. “How about a game?” Your shoulders slumped, there was no way you were going to win whatever diabolical game he decided to cook up.

He lifted himself enough to slide down his pants. Your eyes went straight to his thickening member. He gripped it lightly, a teasing touch that made him sigh out. “I’m going to sit here and do this, I’m going to time you and if in the next ten minutes you haven’t cum, you get a reward” Leo gripped himself for emphasis, oh you wanted that reward.

Fair enough, you could do this. The slow vibrations surely would drive you mad but you could defenatly go ten minutes.

“Oh, forgot to mention...” Leo pressed down on the buttons of the remote several times, each increasing hum jolting you. “I’m putting that in it’s highest setting” He smirked enjoying how your body was squirming, trying your best to swallow your moans.

Fuck.

Leo lazily pumped himself, fingers toying with the head of his cock as you tried to reduce the pressure by not trying to sit on the toy so much. “Oh come on, I’m sure you can make ten little minutes like that” He spread out his legs, eyes darting to your engorged sex. “L-Lee, Jesus p-please” Your voice was strained, body flushed . “Please what?” He set the control aside and made for a bottle of lube in the bag.

You watched him with all the patience he possessed squirt out a bit onto his hand to cover over his member. The sound of his fist engulfing his thick member as he worked him had you biting your lip hard. “Please what?” He repeated himself, stroking with a much firmer grip. You hunched over, feet firmly planted on the floor with an orgasm quickly approaching. Your eyes watered as you thrashed.

“Darling that isn’t good posture, sit up straight” Leo dragged his tight fist to the tip and teased, gaze so tantalizing you wanted to scream. Nevertheless you did as told. He looked over towards the timer. “Hey five minutes to go, you’re doing so good.”

You whined a pathetic noise and stomped your feet. “Please! I-I won’t-shit! Sensei please, please I’ve been so good!” Your words were muddled. Each passing second felt like an hour passing by. You breaths came in quick successions and each one felt like it would give way to your impending finale.

Your eyes rolled back as you shook, willing every nerve in your body to halt. The tensions in your legs, your fist clenched and unclenched. “Leonardo please f-for god sake I’ll do-do anything you want me to” When you dared to focus your vision on him again a small section of your pride swelled. He was quickly stroking himself, a fine sheen of perspiration had broken out of him. He was fully atune to your shaking body.

The groan melted into a low churr and just when you felt your battle was lost you felt the offending toy shut off.

You slumped forward breathing so hard you were sure you would pass out. With some energy you were able to return your gaze to Leo who smirked.

He beckoned you.

You gulped.

Your legs felt like those of a newborn deer as you stood. The small step too much as you fell against him, knees at either side of his. The tension in your tied arms rivaled those of your shaking thighs. Leo ran a hand through your sweaty locks, lips kissing yours tenderly. “Good girl, you get rewarded”

When he entered you a long breathless mewl escaped you.

Two thrust in you came with a vicious tremble of your body and a noise that maybe resembled his name.

By the time Leo was showing signs of nearing his own release your body had shocked you with at least four more climaxes. Each one so strong and dizzying, each one perfectly gripping Leo’s cock within you. That sensation would never stop being his favorite. Your sweaty disheveled self would never stop being his favorite.

“C’mon, one more” His voice was a growl, strong arms holding you upright. “For me, hm? Do it for me” He bit down on your shoulder, eyes shutting tightly when he registered yet another orgasm leave you. A pathetic whine was all you could muster as you felt Leo thrust upwards and empty himself in you. The warmth of your slick coupled with his own release making him groan.

You felt like a limp noodle against him even as he peppered loving kisses to the harsh bite on your shoulder. “Easy, untying these” He undid the knot, strong hands massaging your arms to bring them back to a comfortable position. “Everything good? Was I too rough?” He kneaded the flesh and you shook your head. “M’fine, just beat” You mumbled against his neck.

“Bed it is then, on three ok?” He hooked his arms under your bottom and lifted himself and you in one easy fluid move. You were already out by the time he made it to the bedroom, but nevertheless you felt secured and blissed out.

Sometime around dawn you stirred enough to feel him behind you, arm secured around your waist.

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andreafmn · 3 years

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Keeping Secrets - One Shot

Word Count: 2,559

Description: (Y/N) and Hotch have been keeping their relationship under tight wraps, not wanting the team to be involved in their personal business. But too many glances and oddly timed touches make the truth come out before they can say anything.

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY), oral female and male receiving, unprotected sex, mild choking, insemination, foul language

A/N: I'll be back to updating the current stories next week. Thankfully, I'm feeling much better 😊

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It had been a long week in Seattle working on a case and all of us were exhausted. We had about six hours until we were back home and resting in our beds… or engaging in other types of physical activities. Currently, Aaron and I were doing paperwork sat across a sleeping JJ and Emily; listening to a game of chess happening behind them between Reid and Rossi, and the soft snores of the laid-out Derek.

"So, are you coming over when we land?" Hotch whispered as he pretended to be showing me something he had written down, a beige folder shielding our faces from view.

"I don't know. We can also go to my place," I smirked. “If you want.”

"You know I always do," he smiled. Our hands started inching towards each other between the papers sprawled out on the table in front of us.

"Ugh, how much longer!" Emily yawned, her arms shooting up in a stretch. Aaron and I got startled, and settled back into our chair, the touch of Aaron's fingers rapidly becoming ghostly. It's not that we didn't trust our team but we wanted to remain a secret for as long as we could. We weren't sure if the groggy agent in front of us had seen anything, so we stayed at an arms-length until we were back in the bullpen.

"Heading out, (Y/N)?" Morgan asked as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

"I still have some paperwork to finish up. I think I'm gonna stay late to finish up," I said. Once Reid, the last member in the office, left, I headed straight to Hotch's office.

I softly knocked on the door and waited for approval to enter the closed room. Many a late-night had we spent inside these four walls, involved in activities not safe for watching in the workspace. Hotch's head was lowered and buried in a pile of papers. I cleared my throat and his head shot up, a sinful grin dancing on his lips.

"Finished all the paperwork for the case," I smiled. “Just need your signature.”

"Good. Lock the door," he commanded. As I locked the door and closed the blinds, he started clearing the desk. "Now, come here."

I quickly abided by his instruction, standing between his legs, looking up as he towered over me. "What do you want me to do, sir?"

"Someone's excited right now,'' he teased. “Couldn’t wait until we got home?”

I shook my head and we laughed as he lowered his head and crashed his lips onto mine. It was rough and hungry at first, quickly shifting into slow and passionate before we came up for air. We stared at each other's eyes before ravishing once more in an intense kiss. His lips started to travel down to my neck, lingering for the right amount of time in certain spots.

"Be careful not to leave exposed marks,'' I giggled. "Don't want people asking questions, right?"

"It looks like you might have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow," he mumbled, his lips only hovering over my skin to let the words out.

"Agent Hotchner, I'm not playing."

"I am," he said hungrily. Ever since our relationship had started, my wardrobe had changed a bit, too many turtlenecks. Aaron enjoyed leaving exposed marks on my skin, loving the thrill of possibly exposing our relationship.

His hands started working the buttons of my shirt as his mouth kept ravishing my exposed skin. My hands joined his in action and started unbuttoning his shirt, running them over his chest to remove the cloth denying our bodies to get closer. Both our shirts got piled in a corner, the rest of our clothes joining soon after.

"You are absolutely stunning, (Y/N)."

"You're not so bad yourself, sir."

"Now enough playing around. On the desk,'' he commanded in the authoritarian tone that always made my knees week and puddle to form in my downstairs. "Look how wet you are, kitten. Have you been waiting long?"

"Ever since we got into that airplane I've been imagining what you would do when we hit ground." He grinned devilishly as he lowered himself and peeled my legs at an agonizingly slow pace. His fingers tickled my skin leaving indents in my thighs’ flesh. “Aaron, please.”

“Tell me what you want, darling, and I’ll do it.”

“Make me scream,” I whispered.

He grinned once more at me and dove to devour the aching mound before him. His mouth encircled it and his tongue teased my clit, the feeling reverberating through my whole body. My body squirmed and my hands flew to his hair, tugging every time electricity coursed through my body. My right hand was free and landed on my right breast, massaging the flesh to add to the ecstasy of the moment. The moans that erupted from my throat only worked to enliven his movements.

Soon enough, Hotchner’s tongue was aided by two of his fingers, plunging into me without mercy. A scream left my mouth, letting Aaron know the gleeful energy that was coursing through me. He chuckled against me, the vibrations rushing through the already swollen clit. His fingers plunged in and out at a punishing pace, and I could feel myself already clenching around him.

“Already, ready to cum, darling? Were you really that aroused?” I nodded. The only sounds that were leaving my mouth were moans and whines of pleasure. “I need you to answer me, (Y/N), or I’ll stop right now.”

“Mm... S-Sir... I was, mm, fucking on fire,” I breathed out. The answer was what he needed to send me over the edge. “FUCK!”

My chest heaved up and down as I stabilized it, feeling Aaron’s tongue press flag against my entrance, cleaning the area of all the juices that had sprouted. “You always taste so good, (Y/N).”

He stood up and towered over me, crashing his lips onto mine. I could taste myself on him as our tongues wrestled for dominance. Aaron’s hands gripped my waist and pulled me closer to him. Our bodies pressed together as I wrapped my arms around his neck, making sure no space was left between us. I could feel his erection twitch pressed against me, it was obvious that he was painfully hard at the moment.

As we broke apart from the kiss, I pushed him back onto his office chair. It was my turn to return the favor. My hand traveled down his body and landed on his knees, spreading them apart to allow me to get closer. He hissed when I squeezed the base of his length. At this point, any sort of stimuli would send him over the edge.

I teased the tip by circling my tongue around it and chuckled as he gripped the armchairs whilst letting out guttural moans. “Don’t tease, (Y/N).”

“But where’s the fun in that?”

The real amusement started when I took him halfway into my mouth, humming laughs of pleasure to boost the feeling. I knew I was doing good when he grabbed a hold of my hair and pushed me further down his shaft, stopping at the back of my throat. He allowed me to come up for air as I started gagging, webs of drool being left behind as I wiped the inevitable pooling that had formed around my eyes.

Seconds later, I was switching from bobbing up and down his length, furthering his reach of a climax, to sucking on his crown jewels. An action that had them contracting as he got closer and closer to ecstasy. His nails were now digging into the faux leather fabric of his chair, culmination in sight. As I took his cock out of my mouth, my hands softly stroked the flesh.

"Mm, mm, sir. You don't get to cum just yet," I whispered in his ears. "I want it all inside me."

In a swift motion, his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me up to tangle my legs around his. As we kissed, he transferred our bodies to the couch that resided in his office. My back made contact with the fabric as Aaron broke the kiss, aligning himself between my open legs. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but it didn’t matter at the moment. It would take far too long to wait until we got to either of our homes.

He stroked the head of his length from my clit to my entrance, teasing and wetting it before he entered. The stimulation had me clawing at his back, needing to feel even more connected to him than I already was.

“You’re such a tease, Aaron.”

“So, you can dish it, but you can’t take it?” He laughed. “Alright, because you did so good a while back, I’ll reward you.”

“Good,” I smiled.

He bent down to lay one more kiss on my lips before plunging deep into me. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt him inside me. There was no doubt that he was physically endowed, and my body always needed time to adjust to his size. But this time he didn’t wait, and he thrust at a punishing pace into my clenched orifice. We both wanted to feel each other as close as humanly possible, to become one in the best way we knew how.

Our bodies were sweaty, and our breath was staggered, moving at the same pace as Aaron’s thrusts. His back was marked by my fingernails and my neck was marked by his mouth. He pushed in and out of me at a rapid rhythm, hitting the right spot every time. My already wet insides were already pooling once again.

“Aaron, I’m s-so close,” I breathed out. “Don’t s-stop.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, darling.”

This lit a fire in Aaron, and he started thrusting harder than I thought possible. His free hand landed on my neck, his thumb in my mouth, the pressure only arousing us further. The whimpers and the moans that escaped my mouth mixed with the groans that Aaron was making, a blend of animalistic sounds that would alarm anyone. I felt myself clenching more and added my hand to the mixture to massage my clit, adding more pleasure to the climax that was arising.

“I don’t want you to hold back, okay?” I nodded. “I want to hear you scream.”

And scream I did. As he plunged deeper and harder, I reached the peak I was searching for, yelling out his name as I exploded around him. The tightness from my own body helping him reach his own climax, where he pushed into me his release. My body arched I felt him emptying himself inside me, his head falling onto the crook of my neck, both almost out of breath, an electric current coursing through our veins. As he exited me, his length was replaced with his fingers, pushing his seed back into me. Not a single drop to be wasted.

We relished in the aftermath, laying together on the couch. He was propped on his elbow, staring down at my face in the dimmed light of his office.

“You know this would have been a lot better if we were in my big bed,” he chuckled.

“You’re the one that came in here all hot and bothered. Couldn’t wait a couple of minutes until I finished some files.” His hand stroked my cheek, inspecting every part of my face. “But neither of us would have made it home. Too much pent-up energy in us.”

“That wouldn’t happen if we just used the no other rooms left and you stopped pairing me up with Spencer for rooming.”

“I thought it would be less inconspicuous.”

“We used to sleep together before we, you know, slept together.”

“Good thing I make the placements then. A quick switch around never hurt anybody.” He bent down and placed a kiss on my lips, a smile playing on both our mouths.

“I could always go for a round two, you know.”

Bait laid.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Prey caught.

We started scavenging for our clothes, putting them on knowing full well that the second we got to my apartment they would be ripped off once again. He packed his briefcase and we headed out of his office, giggling like high school kids.

“Where you two going in such a rush?” A voice stopped us dead in our tracks, draining all the blood from our faces. Pale and shaky we turned around to be met with Emily’s smirking face.

“We’re going home for the night,” Aaron regained his composure. “We were finishing up some paperwork.”

“Okay, let’s say I believe you and let you go on your merry way,” she bargained. “How would you explain the tussled hair, the purple marks? Oh, and (Y/N), you missed a button.”

I looked down and noticed the missed button; I looked up and noticed Aaron’s hair; I touched my neck and felt the tender areas. There was no explaining that.

“So, how long has this been going on? My guess, month and a half to two months?”

“It’s been two months,” I said looking down. The blood that had rushed back depositing itself on my cheeks.

“Alright, pay up, guys.”

From the briefing room came Derek, Spencer, JJ, David, and Penelope, all laughing at their unit chief and teammate. JJ and Spencer went to Emily’s side, and each received a 20-dollar bill from the rest of the team. Not only had we been found out, but the team had known about it long enough to place bets.

“How long have you guys known?” Aaron spoke up, a sigh leaving his lips.

“We started noticing certain behaviors roughly two weeks ago,” Dave answered.

“You guys hid it very well for the first month, we’ll give you that,” JJ interjected. “But you got sloppy.”

“In what way? We always watched our moves in front of you guys.”

“Well, hand placements staying longer than needed; playful stares; overnight workdays; the turtlenecks; not to mention you guys holding hands on the plane whenever you think we aren’t looking,” Spencer mused. “But you could have told us.”

“You know we would have kept your secret,” Derek added.

“And we know that but it’s a bit more complicated than that.”

“Us being in a relationship is a potential liability to the team. If Strauss found out one or both of us could lose our jobs or be transferred,” Aaron explained. “We didn’t want you guys to have to compromise yourselves with our secret.”

“Oh my gosh! You both know we would never let that happen,” Penelope chimed. “It’s better that we know. Now, we can look out for the both of you.”

“Thanks, guys. We really appreciate it,” I smiled.

The team congratulated us with hugs and excitement, this time before leaving for real. Aaron and I caught a separate elevator, laughing at what had happened. We both knew our relationship wouldn’t have stayed a secret for too long before they found out, but we truly believed we had been doing a better job at hiding it.

“Are you still coming over?” I smiled up at Aaron, being engulfed by his arms. His chin resting on my head.

“It pains me that you have to ask,” he laughed.

It was going to be a long night.

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Author’s Note: First Chris Oneshot. It was supposed to be a blurb/drabble, but I think its a bit too long for that now. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this filth. Also you ever get that feeling, where you feel like you've came up with an idea in your head originally, but also feel like you may have seen it somewhere else? Yea that's how I feel about this piece. So if you've read something similar to this, please link it and let me know so I can edit or delete this post altogether.

Summary: Chris greets you after a long day at work, with some TLC.

Word Count: 2.9k.

Warning: Fluff and Smut. Oral (female receiving), fingering, Semi-mean Daddy Chris, over-stimulation, multiple orgasms, and I think...maybe that’s it? Please let me know if I forgot something.

Disclaimer: Gif is not mine.

“The kids are asleep?” You whispered, when he held his finger to his lips upon your arrival.

“Yea, I just laid Ezra down. That is one rowdy little person.” He said chuckling, leaning down to plant a kiss on your mouth. He held you by your waist to pepper more along your face.

“Chris baby, you are a God-send.” You sighed, leaning in to his touch. “You will not believe the shitty day I had.”

“Hold that thought and take a seat, doll” he ordered, urging you towards the living room by your shoulders. “I’ll be right back.” He promised.

You sighed as you threw your work bag down on the love chair beside you, kicking your shoes off in the process. When you crossed the room to drop down on the sofa, the weight of today’s events crushed you instantaneously, as you waited for your husband to return.

You’ve been married for six years, and he’s been good to you for all of them. Great even. He always listened, and almost never complained. How could he when he was usually away, due to his job?

He was forever busy with filming, press tours and whatnot. It made him feel guilty to leave you and your sons so often. So any time he was at home for a break, he took full advantage. He spent time with his boys, and then the rest with you, spoiling you all with his love.

Preoccupied with your stress, you almost failed to notice Chris taking a seat in front of you. He took hold of one of your legs, and that’s when you noticed your spa-kit placed next to him.

“Baby, you don’t have to do this.” You cried, scrunching your face in relief when he rubbed your calf in just the right spot.

Chris flashed those pretty baby blues at you, along with that signature smug smirk. “You know I do. And you know I want to.” He said, before dousing his hands with oil.

As he firmly massaged the coconut into your skin, you couldn’t help but marvel at him. Taking a pillow into your arms to hug, and hide your giddy smile, you reply with, “What I did I do to deserve you?”

“Well I would tell you, but I don’t have enough time, because you’ve got to tell me about what’s got my girl so upset.” He informed you with a stern look that read who do I have to kill? “Before you do that,” he started, placing your newly moisturized leg down before grabbing the other, “Choose a color.”

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, peering over to take a look into the open basket. It had an assorted amount of different nail polishes and products for nail care. Your favorite color currently decorated the bottom of the basket, and it made you recall the time your oldest son Jeremy spilled its contents over while playing a game of “paint” about a week ago. That boy. You thought, shaking your head playfully. Well I guess I won’t be choosing that one.

After a moment of close examination, and scrutiny, you chose “White”, which made Chris immediately stop his measures against your legs, to peer up at you through hooded lids.

“So its one of those days, huh.” He smirked. “I was hoping you’d pick that one.”

“What do you mean by that?” You questioned. You hadn’t known he preferred certain colors on you.

“I’ll tell you later, but first tell me about your day baby.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You were dying to get it all off your chest. You spilled out your hearts content, as your husband massaged your legs, then your feet, and in between your toes. As he delicately removed the old paint from your last session, and proceeded to paint your feet, you were almost finished relaying the message.

“…and its just like they treat me like I’m insane! But you know what? The way i’m always overlooked, and ignored, makes me feel like I am going insane. Every time I suggest an idea, its stupid. But let some asshat say the exact same thing, and they praise him like a god.” You complain, rolling your eyes, at your memories from your work day.

Chris offered you the occasional nod or two, humming softly at your cries of frustration when needed. And as much as he wanted to offer his two cents on the matter, he knew that what you wanted most was to be heard. You just wanted to be listened to. And while you wouldn’t of minded him beating their asses, he knew you needed his tenderness. His love. His care. And so that’s what he gave you.

“And you know why they do it right? It’s because I’m a woman! A black one at that. Lord Jesus, it pisses me off so much.” You sigh, finally bringing your eyes down to him, after they had been trained on the air and nothingness around you; you had a habit of re-living stories as you told them. “But honey, this has really helped out a lot.” You say, cupping his chin lovingly.

“You know I’ll do anything for you doll. And fuck those sons of bitches. They’re idiots if they can’t see how amazing you are. If you quit, like I suggested a while ago, that’ll really show ‘em.” Chris exclaimed, applying a second coat of white.

“Now you know I love what I do. I just wish I was more appreciated is all!”

He gave you a sympathetic look before saying, “well you know me and the boys appreciate you.”, running his fingers along the ridges of your toes to remove the misapplied dye on your skin.

“I know you do baby. I mean look at what you’re doing for me now.” You said, gesturing towards the care he took with your feet.

Chris just smiled in response. He only felt slightly defeated when you rejected his idea to stay at home. You told him many stories about the jerks you worked with. You were among one of the only women at your company, and you paid for that fact daily. You told him, how they would talk to you, and treat you, even though you had the same amount, if not more experience as they did. He didn’t want you to have to put up with that. He wanted you to kick your feet up and enjoy the life he would provide for you and the kids you both created. But, like the supportive husband he was, he honored your wishes to pursue your passions. He knew that was what made you happier at the moment. The time would come, where he could spoil you completely, though.

“Speaking of this,” You started, motioning towards your feet once more. “What’d you mean when you said “So it’s one of those days, huh”” You asked, putting on your best impression of him.

Chris put on a smile that could light up a room, as a deep throaty chuckle erupted from his chest, and vibrated through your body via your feet. “Is that what you think I sound like? No matter, I’ll tell you what I meant. I can predict exactly what it is you need, and how you feel, based on the nail polish color you choose.” He said confidently, picking up a clear polish to apply the final coat.

“Is that right?” You ask, failing to take him seriously, even when he flashed that cocky grin and brow twitch that he often used to back his claims. “You’re so full of shit.”

“Seriously. I can. Listen.” He informed you, opening the clear polish, and brushing the access paint along the insides of the bottle. “I can prove it.”

“Fine! Go ahead.” You state, becoming intrigued.

Delicately holding your left foot against his knee, he starts explaining his theory while applying polish. “You see, when you choose a pale blue or orange, I know you just wanna forget about things with a movie or a cuddle session. Forest green or black, when you feel like throwing a couple of shots back with your girls at a bar. Mauve and a nude of any kind are your favorites, and you request them when you need to feel in control, classy, or sophisticated. And you always choose a soft pink, or yellow, when you need a happy reminder, or a burst of energy and inspiration. Lavender, is a color I wish you’d choose more, since it represents your happiness. Gray, is a color I wish you’d choose less, since it means you’re sad. And then there’s plum purple and candy apple red, two colors I can’t get enough of. You want those, when you’re feeling sexy. See, baby I can read you like an open book.” He declared, moving on to your second foot. Feeling quite sure of himself.

You just stared at him in awe. Then you realized he didn’t mention, the one he just spent ten minutes applying. “You forgot about white.”

“Oh I didn’t forget angel.” He corrected, smirking as he finally finished painting both feet. “I’m just waiting on your toes to dry.” After he says this, he begins to sensually blow cool air on your toes.

“Chris! Tell me what it means!” You pout playfully, growing fed up with his secrecy. Also tickled from the air he blew.

“Fine. But be quiet, you don’t wanna wake those little demons.” He warned, fixing you with a stern look that made you erupt into quiet giggles. He always made you laugh with his juxtaposed funny-seriousness. He was seriously funny. “White is my absolute favorite. You wanna know why? Its simple, and doesn’t drown out your pretty personality. It goes with every outfit, purse, and hairstyle. You wear this color, when you’re frustrated. Exasperated. Annoyed. You choose white, when you need me to wrap those pretty little legs around my neck, so I can make you cum till kingdom come. Or until you see, ‘white’. Whichever comes first”. He finished, staring at you seriously all of the sudden. A thick silence had befallen the two of you, and you almost didn’t know how to escape it.

After a moment, you break out into a smile, despite Chris’ unmoving features. “Are you sure that’s what I want? Or is it something you want?”

“It’s what you need.” He affirmed, finally matching your expression, only his smile held a lot more lust than yours. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“I’ll tell you something alright, Chris. I think you paint my nails entirely too much.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle, moving to pack up the spa kit, before saying “So in other words I’m right.” He rises to his feet, peering down through his long lashes with a knowing grin, before turning to leave the room. But not without saying, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll give you what you need.” Leaving you an anxious mess.

You start squirming in your seat, waiting with anticipation for him to return. You try to sit in your sexiest pose, but it makes you feel awkward. Then you start to wonder if you should remove your underwear. But you know he likes doing that. You even wonder if you smell okay, after such a long day at work. A million thoughts race through your mind, and you barely register his presence when reenters the room. You slightly jump, when you feel his warm hands brush against the nape of your neck.

“Shit baby.” Chris laughs, as he rounds the couch. “I knew it was bad, but I didn’t realize how bad. Let daddy, handle this for you.” He says kneeling back in front of you, knees tucked firmly under his person. He smoothes his hands over the expanse of your soft supple skin, leaving a burning trail of desire in his wake. When he hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties, your breath hitches as the cool air hits your moistened sex.

You lift your thighs and legs, so he can carefully remove the lace without ruining his handwork on your feet. When Chris surveys your dampened panties and inhales their scent, his grin grows wider. “You’re already this wet for me?”

He gives you no time to answer as he’s pulling you closer to his face, by your thighs. The sudden movement caused a whimper to escape your throat, soft sound making his cock harden. He’s working his kisses up against your thighs with a quickness, ready to produce more sounds like the last.

Your head’s position on the couch has you feeling a bit awkward, and you go to say “This is uncom—” but cut yourself off with a moan, as he dives his thick tongue between your petals, writing love notes against the skin.

“What’s that, doll?” Chris asks, hot breath dangerously close to your bud.

You just mewl in response, wetting his beard with your juices, as he eats you like you’re his last meal. “Right there baby.” You groan, grinding yourself against his mouth when his tongue darts against your nub.

“Right here?” He questions softly, repeating the same gestures, sending a jolt through your body that makes you buck against his face.

Your words leave your throat, as he sucks harshly against the problem areas, shocks of pleasure emitting through your person. And just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he adds his fingers. First two, but then three as he starts fucking your pussy.

“D-daddy!” You cry, voice coming out shaky as you writhe against his lips and fingers. His actions have you climbing up the couch.

Then he removes his lips, warning you to keep quiet. “My babies are upstairs, I’m gonna need you to keep your pretty mouth shut.” He commands, placing your soaked panties between your lips.

As he quickens the pace of his fingers, and makes his tongue dart from left to right relentlessly against your clit, you approach your first orgasm of the night, and he knows it too, when your hole clenches around his fingers.

He smiles, and tells you how proud of you he is, but he isn’t done with you yet.

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Your muffled moans ring through your ears, as you clamp your teeth down around your underwear. Your jaw was becoming slack from keeping it open so long, and you were feeling sore.

Chris was still continuing his assault against your sex. He had long moved from his position on the floor, and now sat beside you on the couch.

He had your legs sprawled open, keeping them from closing with one hand gripped on your thigh, and the other rubbed fast and hard circles against your clit, while he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“What number was that one, baby? Five, six? I lost count after the third time, when you squirted on daddy’s chest.” He growled, biting his lip, as he quickened his pace against your nub. “Do you think you can do that again?”

You moaned in protest, shaking your head from left to right, as you approached another orgasm. You couldn’t take anymore pleasure, your sensitive bud was going through too much.

“What’s that baby? I can’t hear you.” He teased, face as serious as it could be. He was testing you. You knew not to remove the underwear, or you’d be there all night. When you made no moves to pull them out, he did it for you, a string of spit connecting your lips to the fabric.

You immediately pleaded with him to ease up. “Daddy I don’t think I-I can take an-nymore.” You cried, now a blubbering mess.

“You don’t think you can take anymore?” Chris repeated, mocking you. “Well that’s too bad. Daddy thinks his princess looks too pretty when she’s cumming. So suck it up, because I’m not stopping until we have to replace this couch.”

You felt that familiar coil in your stomach again, threatening to snap, as you threw your head back. You were a sweating mess now. You had hair glued to your face, and neck, and your shirt was drenched, as it clung to your stomach. But still, it wasn’t quite as drenched as your pussy, thighs, and couch cushions were.

Chris was as hard as a rock, but you knew if you touched him, he’d get angry. He wanted to play with you, until you were begging him to stop.

“What happened today at work again baby? What was it Chad said to you? I bet if I have you fucked out like this every night, I’d be the only man on your mind.” He whispered against your ear.

Your stomach began spasming, as you clenched painfully around nothing. This would be your last one too, before your body gave up.

Tears streamed down your cheek, as you contorted your face into the sexiest expression Chris had ever seen. And then, just before your screams of pleasure could rip through your chest, he covered his mouth over yours, as you squirted all over his hands, your thighs, and stomach. When you finally opened your eyes, you could only see white, before your vision came back into focus.

Massaging the wet, between your folds, Chris bought his fingers up to your lips and said “open.” And you did, sucking all your juices from his digits without breaking eye contact. “Attagirl.” He praised, wiping your tears away. Feel better now?” He asked, small smirk playing on his lips.

You nod tiredly, throat dry from your previous activities.

He brushes your sweaty hair behind your ears before saying, “Good. Now, let’s paint those pretty pink walls white, too.”

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Magic Hands

Summary: Two of your best friends come over for game night, but mother nature has other plans in mind. Being a woman sucks, but your friends offer you their talented hands to help you feel better.

Pairing: Jimin x f. Reader x Taehyung

Genre: Smut, NSFW

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, threesome, sexy sandwich, pre-period symptoms, sexy massage, language, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), kissing (fxm and mxm), overstimulation kink, begging kink, hinting at Taehyung having a foot kink but there is no actual foot action, I’m sorry Taehyung is just so kinky in this, Princess pet-name, lots of breast action, maybe something considered food play and cum play, dom Jimin and Taehyung (slightly switches towards each other).

Word Count: 4,242

A/N: This is completely self-indulgent and it wrecked me writing it. Thanks grammar god @rougebangtan so much for beta reading this! I appreciate your help so much. I’ve learned so much from your feedback, and you’ve really helped strengthen my writing. Thanks friends in the ghostie discord who helped inspire me and hype me up to write this. I appreciate all of yall!

-> next

It was almost that time of the month.

The one that you felt served no purpose except to biologically torture you.

Yes, that time of the month. You absolutely hated it.

Despite the extra pillows you added, the chair was doing no favors for your aching back. You groan as you shift in your desk chair, leaning forward to better massage the lower muscles causing you pain, and your breast brush against the table in front of you. The groan deepens as your oversensitive mounds press lightly against the hard surface.

You’d think you’d have your period down by now as an adult, but no, your body loved to keep throwing curve balls at you. For the last few months, the pre-period symptoms have been worse for you than the period itself. The week before your period, you would suffer from lower back pain, which at first had worried you, but you figured out, it was a normal part of PMS.

Your breasts also suffered more now than they used to, as well. They would easily become oversensitive, with your nipples always erect, and trying to poke through the clothing you wore over them. It doesn’t help that your breasts were stuffed into your tight-fitting bra. The mounds swelled in size, increasing in both firmness and tenderness, despite all logic. At this point, you worried you may have to go shopping for a new bra size exclusively because of those symptoms.

Oh god, all the extra hormones made you always horny too. Not that you weren’t normally, but now you were extra horny all the time. The sound of your phone vibrating angrily on your desk makes you stop your weak ministrations to check the message.

Jimin: y/n, we’re here!

Jimin: Why aren’t you answering the door!

Jimin: Let us in!

You see the three dots bouncing at the bottom of the screen, meaning Jimin is adding more messages to your chat. The man was always impatient and desiring attention.

You: I’m coming!

After standing up, you put your arms up above your head in order to give your back a good stretch before you make your way out of your room, and towards your door with quick steps. You swing the door open to see your two friends, who you had invited over for, which had now turned into, a poorly timed game night. You kind of wanted to ditch and just make a nest in your bed, but you’d feel bad canceling on your friends.

Jimin is leaning against the wall next to your door. Phone in his hands, he looks up excitedly when you open the door. He does his little habit of running his hand through his blonde hair, and his long earrings sway at the motion. Jimin is dressed smartly in his black shirt with a deep V-neck, with a necklace falling slightly below his exposed collarbones. Despite his shorter stature, compared to your other guy friends, his legs look endlessly long in those black jeans and a black belt wraps around his thin waist.

Taehyung, the other friend invited to game night, had his head tilted back to look at the sky as he waited for you to open the door, his Adam’s apple prominently displayed. He sported a peaceful expression as he glanced at you. His light caramel hair peeked out from his red snapback. His lithe form was hidden underneath a large cozy white shirt and dark pants while a combination of studs and rings lined the lower part of his ears. Two large plastic bags could also be seen hanging from his hands by his side.

“Finally.” Jimin huffs at you despite a smile being on his lips.

He pulls you into a hug which you gladly accept. You turn your head to make a face at Taehyung behind Jimin’s back, trying to distract yourself from the sensation of your chest smushed up into Jimin’s. The tall man laughs at the both of your antics. "I'm going to set this inside.” Taehyung holds up the bags when you try to peek in them, and you spot a variety of snack, chips, drinks, and box of strawberries.

“Thanks, Tae.” You coo fondly when you see your favorite snack. Just the distraction you needed. Taehyung nods, and walks past you and into your home comfortably, heading straight for the kitchen.

“Jimin.” You tap his back trying to signal the hug had been going on for a little too long. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward, at least. “Time to go inside.”

Instead of letting you go, the blonde man tightens his grip on you. He starts waddling you backwards and into your house.

“Jimin, let go.” You giggle happily.

“But what if I don’t want to?” He retorts and laughs as the two of you backtrack into your living area slowly.

“How are we going to beat Tae at videogames if one of us can’t see the tv?” You question after you finally come to a stop. You can hear the sound of crinkling plastic bags behind you as Taehyung placed the assorted snacks behind you, on the kitchen counter.

Jimin pulls a fake look of seriousness that makes you laugh. “You have a mirror somewhere we can use, right?”

“Do you know how hard that would be? No way.” You hit his chest as you lean back from his hold. He just grins at you.

“Well, you know I can’t let you go until you say the magic words.” He raises an eyebrow.

“I am not saying that.” You roll your eyes.

“Well, then.” His fingers flex against their hold on your sides in warning.

“No, don’t you-” Your retaliation turns into a shriek as the man tickles your sides.

“Say it.” Jimin continues.

You can barely say anything with how much you’re laughing and squirming. It’s unfair.

“Oh, sweet Jimin–” You get out somehow between laughs. “The cutest angel– ow, ow.” In the midst of your squirming, your back turns just the right way for spasms to rack across it.

Instantly, Jimin stops his tickling and unravels his arms around your form. He takes a tentative step back to give you room. “Are you ok, y/n?”

“Jimin, don’t kill her.” The sound of rustling plastic stops as Taehyung turns to look over at the two of you. He frowns as he sees you leaning slightly to the side, trying your best to ease the spasming muscles on your back.

“I’m fine.” You strain out. “My body’s just been hurting for a couple days now. It’ll go away soon.”

“y/n, I’m so sorry.” Jimin laments sadly. His hands are still frozen in the air, wanting to help inspect you as his eyes roam over your form instead.

“Did you get rid of that crappy chair yet?” Taehyung questions, the sound of bags crinkling once again, as he resumes his task.

Just how many snacks did he buy?

Jimin’s face turns serious as he goes to move around you and towards your room. “I told you to get rid of that piece of junk.”

“No, no, no.” You reach out and grabbing Jimin’s wrist quickly.

He stops immediately at your touch and glances back at you. Despite the chair being a piece of junk, you don’t want him to throw it out. You have other things to spend money on. Plus, it’s not really the problem this time. “It’s not the chair, Jimin, I swear. Don’t throw it out.”

Jimin eyes you critically. “So, if it’s not that, then what?”

“Errr…” You avoid eye contact as you quickly try to think of a lie and avoid Jimin’s skeptical face. “Wow, Taehyung sure bought a lot of snacks. We should help him out.”

You quickly let go of Jimin’s arm and, in order to seem nonchalant, you try to brush past him in the same manner he did earlier to you. But, of course, he won’t let you escape so easily and moves to secure you by the wrist.

It's your turn to look back at him now. The look he gives you makes your heart pound. It’s so caring, but there is a touch of sadness in his eyes. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know, Jimin.” You sigh as you look at the ground, suddenly so much more interested in your feet now. “It’s just… I’m… about to start my period.” You stumble through the words and just decide to get it over with. It may be awkward, but your friends are good at saving a good time.

“…Oh!” Jimin drops your arm, and runs his hand through his hair nervously. “I’m sorry I was pushing.”

“It’s just parts of my body aches right before my period.” You start speaking quickly. “It’s quite normal for the lower back to hurt before it starts.”

Oh god, why won’t the words stop now.

“It’s only started happening the last few months so I’m not quite used to it yet.”

Why are you telling them all of this unnecessary information?

“I would kill for a massage.” You finally end with a cringe.

“If you want…” You look back at Jimin who speaks up with slight hesitation. His hands are clasped together nervously, “…I could give you a massage?”

“He’s got quite the magical hands, you know.” Taehyung shouts from across the room. Jimin wiggles his fingers, gaining confidence at his friend’s words.

“…If you wouldn’t mind?” You tilt your head after pondering the idea, smiling sheepishly at your friend. “I’d appreciate it Jimin, thanks.”

“It’s not a problem.” Jimin twirls a finger, signaling for you to turn around. “I wish I could have helped you earlier.”

“If your hands really are magical, I’ll text you my period tracker.” You turn around, chuckling.

You feel the warmth of Jimin’s body move closely behind yours, and his breath tickles your neck giving you goosebumps. Warm hands are placed on your shoulders and start kneading, slowly working their way down. You hum appreciatively, his hands do feel nice.

Now facing the kitchen, you gasp as you notice the crazy number of snacks lined up on the counter. “Taehyung!”

“It’s not enough, isn’t it?” Mumbles Taehyung as he looks at the pile. An open box of strawberries is in his hand, a couple already devoured by the strawberry lover.

“It’s too– oh, Jimin, right there.” You practically moan as you become putty in his hands.

“This good?” He asks as his hands rest at the base of your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the center of your lower back.

You nod your head up and down quickly to show your appreciation.

“Good.” He hums as he maneuvers your bodies so you can lean against him, and rest your head back on his shoulder. His hands fit between your bodies, pulling lightly at your shirt. “Is it ok if I reach under?”

“Yeah.” You jump slightly when his skin touches your own, making him chuckle.

You are suddenly all too aware of the position the two of you are in. His thighs grazing yours, feeling every inch of his hard chest against your back, his fingers circling pleasantly into your tired muscles, and his breath sweeping over the side of your face as he looks down at you in concentration. You close your eyes and hide your face into his neck, everything becoming just a little bit overwhelming for your over sensitive body.

“Want one?” You turn your head, and open your eyes to see Taehyung holding a strawberry in front of your face.

“Thanks, Tae.” You mumble. lifting your head from its resting place on Jimin, but before you could reach up to take the offered fruit, you feel it brushing softly against your lips.

Taehyung is eyeing your lips intensely before they move up to make eye contact with your own. He prods the strawberry against your lips a little harder, and you open your mouth in response. He smirks as he slides the strawberry into your mouth until it reaches the base. You close your mouth around it and bite the fruit, the sweet flavor filling your mouth.

Taehyung’s thumb swipes at your bottom lip, wiping off the strawberry juice, before he slides the digit into his mouth, sucking it clean. “Tasty, isn’t it?”

You whimper at the ache you feel between your legs. Thighs rubbing together unconsciously, you realize how wet you at that moment, from the slickness that coats your panties, smearing your upper thighs.

Taking a deep breath, you to try to clear your mind. “O-Ok guys, I think I’m good. Thanks for the special treatment. So, I’ll um, go set the games up now.”

Jimin grips onto your waist before you can bolt. “You’re still so stiff though. Are you sure?” His hands prod at a sensitive spot making you tense as he works the muscle out. It’s slightly painful, but pleasurable at the same time.

“I have magic hands too.” Taehyung mimics the hand wiggle Jimin preformed earlier. “You said ‘parts of your body ache’,” Taehyung air quotes, “Where else hurts? Are your feet sore?” He questions almost hopefully.

You turn your head to the side indignantly, “No, they’re fine. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough today, though. So, don’t worry about it.”

“You didn’t embarrass yourself.” Jimin reprimands, pinching you lightly.

“Ow.” You tilt your head back again to try to give him the best glare you can manage, but instead it looks more like an adorable pout which makes him laugh. “Don’t laugh, ok? I’m not going to ask you to massage my breasts.” You blurt out.

Jimin’s hands freeze and you feel his form stiffen behind you. The atmosphere around you changes. It feels just as heady as you feel when Jimin looks at you with dark eyes.

“If you want me to do that, I can.” Taehyung replies casually and confidentially.

You whip your head back towards Taehyung, your eyes wide with surprise. He’s rubbing his hands together before intertwining his fingers and stretching his arms out in front of him.

“But we– I– is this ok?” You squeak out, somehow. Your nerves are haywire as your brain runs through all the scenarios.

Will this make things awkward later? What does all of this mean?

Taehyung looks over your shoulder to the man behind you. Nodding after their silent conversation, Taehyung steps forward until he’s directly in front of you, barely standing an arm’s length away.

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine.” Taehyung shrugs. “I’ll pull out the Mario Kart, and feed you more strawberries, but if you do-” Taehyung finishes his sentence, closing the distance, and effectively sandwiching you between him and Jimin.

Your breath hitches as Taehyung slides his hands up your side, stopping just before the curve of your breasts to purr, “I promise I’ll make you feel better.”

Those words break the dam of your lust, and causes warmth to spread all over your body. You whine pitifully, words lost to you. Your back arches automatically, chest desiring the sensation of touch.

“Use your words, y/n.” Jimin whispers huskily into your ear, making a shiver go down your spine. You feel the smirk on his lips as they skim your lobe.

Screw the fucking consequences.

“Please.” You beg quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “Touch me, make me feel good.”

Both men make noises of approval. You feel the sounds rumble from their chests on both of your sides. Large hands reach up and cup your breasts over your clothes. Taehyung’s fingers knead your breasts carefully as you whimper, both out of pain and pleasure.

“It’ll be ok, Princess.” Taehyung reassures, “Just have to work out the kinks.”

“Just relax.” Jimin leaves a light, feathery kiss behind your ear. His lips skim down to your neck, nose brushing at your jaw encouragingly. Your head tilts to the side automatically to give him more access. He continues pressing his thumbs into your lower back. “We got you.”

With weak legs, faint pants come from your parted lips. You lift your arms to wrap them around Taehyung’s neck. It’s all too much, but, at the same, you still need more. So, you brush your lips lightly against Taehyung’s who immediately reciprocates. It starts off slow, but turns hungry quickly.

You moan into his mouth, and Taehyung uses that moment to invade your mouth with his tongue, passionately exploring. Your hands reach into his hair, knocking his hat off in the process, and weave into his soft locks. His lips only leave yours after you tug his hair slightly, your breath heavy as you try to regain some oxygen.

“Can I take my shirt off?” You pant out, your voice coming off a little breathless. “Need to feel more.”

Taehyung’s hands leave your chest. “Raise your arms,” He commands.

You untangle your hands from his hair, now sticking up in different directions, and you raise your arms above your head, just as you are told. Grabbing the ends of your shirt, Taehyung slowly pulls it up, exposing your skin inch by inch. Once it is off, he throws it off to the side.

Jimin looks over your shoulder to ogle the sight of the cleavage spilling out of your bra. “You’re so much bigger now.” His hands slide up your back up to your bra strap. “Do you want this off, too?”

“Yes.” You croon, sighing contently as Jimin’s fingers nimbly undo the claps, chest now free from its constraints.

Taehyung slides the straps off your shoulders before tossing the garment to the side, as well. His hands return to your chest making the both of you moan. You do it out of sensitivity, but he cramps up at the sensation of his fingers kneading into the soft yet firm flesh. Cleavage spills around his large, splayed out hands, and he is fascinated at the sight.

Jimin’s hands rub lower down your back, more so than they were before. His fingers dip slightly under your pants and brush along the top of your ass. You moan wantonly and unashamedly when Taehyung brushes your erect nipples, and circles his thumb around them almost lazily.

“What else, Princess?” Asks Taehyung, licking his lips in anticipation.

“My ass.” You whimper and Jimin hums in response, eager for you to continue. Which is exactly what you do. “Want you to grope it, Jimin.”

Jimin’s hands slide as much as they can into your pants, but they hindered slightly by the clothing. “Tae...” He whines miserably.

“On it.” He grunts and the coldness his hands leave behind after they’re removed from your chest makes you whine.

Taehyung chuckles at how needy you are as he unbuttons your pants and slides the zipper down. Jimin’s hands now slide freely down to your ass in-between your pants and underwear. He starts groping your ass, just as you requested.

“I need your mouth on them, Tae.” You arch your back even more to better display your breasts.

Taehyung eyes your breast heaving up and down as you do your best to breathe. “On these?” He teases as one hand comes to pinch and pull a hard nipple, the other moves to your waist and rubs circles into your skin.

“Ah!” you keen and your hips rock unintentionally, making both men moan at the friction. “Yes, there Taehyung, fuck.”

Licking his lips hungrily, Tae quickly descends onto a nipple. Your moans become louder as he sucks and bites on it, while the other continues to get pinched and pulled between his deft fingers.

The fingers on your ass slide down between your legs and feel the slicking gathering on your thighs. “You’re so wet.” Jimin moans, hips swiveling into yours. The action causes yours to rot rut into Taehyung’s, who returns the action with a moan of his own.

“You’re so spoiled.” Jimin chuckles darkly as he feels more of your essence drip from your panties. “Do you want us to take care of this too, Princess?” He asks, adopting Taehyung’s pet name for you.

“Fuck.” The feeling of Jimin’s hands teasingly tracing your underwear is driving you mad. “I want-” You murmur shakily before you rethink your sentence, and inhale sharply. “I need you to.”

“Need me to what?” Jimin continues to tease, hand now sliding gently over the wet fabric and right over your core.

“Jimin.” You whine, hoping he would just push the soaked clothing aside and touch you where you desire it most, but he continues his feather touches.

“Please, touch my pussy.” You beg. “Rub my clit.”

“Your wish is my command.” Jimin moans with you as his fingers slip past your underwear finally, and feels how truly drenched you are. His finger swipes at your entrance, up your slit, and begins to rub your engorged clit.

“Ooohh yes, fuck yes, Jimin.” You chant over and over, hips rocking into his hand and thus also into Taehyung.

“Fuck.” Taehyung groans as his mouth leaves your breast. His blown-out eyes look down between your bodies to see your exposed panties peeking through your unzipped jeans. The thin material does nothing to hide how Jimin’s hand is caressing your cunt and clit.

Tugging on the top of your jeans, Taehyung kneels down in front of you, pulling your pants down with him. His eyes are now level with your core, and he watches Jimin’s hand work before he loops his fingers into the tops of your underwear. Slowly, he pulls the material down, a rope of slick coming down with it.

“No, don’t stop.” You whine as Jimin stops rubbing your clit.

His fingers find your lower lips and spread them open with both his hands, fully exposing you to Taehyung. Taehyung’s hands come to rest on your slick thighs, pushing on them to encourage to spread yourself more, which you comply to easily.

“Fuck, soon you’ll be begging me to stop.” Taehyung looks up at you as his breath ghosts your cunt. “Switch, Jimin.”

Jimin’s fingers let go of your lips and reach up to your breasts aching for attention. His wet hand gropes your swelling boobs, rolling your nipples under his slick palm.

You watch as Taehyung’s mouth closes the distance between him and your pussy, his hot, hard tongue following the same pattern of Jimin’s fingers. The muscle teases your entrance before sliding up and down your slit a few times until he reaches your clit. He gives the bundle kitten-licks as he savors the way your face fleetingly twists in pleasure, his eyes carefully catching each expression.

“Ooh, Tae,” You tangle your fingers into his hair once again, encouraging him to get closer, to go deeper. He envelops your clit in his hot mouth and sucks hard, making you scream. “Tae!”

Your moans never stop, instead, they only increase in volume; especially as Taehyung slides one hand further up your thigh, and gathers your fluid with it before sliding his fingers into your tight hole.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Taehyung groans between your legs and his voice sends vibrations through your very core. He moves his finger in and out of you, stretching you before he adds a second. His wrists flick rapidly as he fucks you with his fingers. “Such a needy girl.”

You cum quickly with a scream. Stars line up your vision at the powerful orgasm. Jimin holds your twitching body up as Taehyung continues to fuck your clenching hole with his fingers while licking the cum clean that drips from his fingers. Your orgasm ends, but Taehyung keeps going, now sucking and nibbling at your clit again. “Too much, too much.” You pull at Taehyung’s hair, trying to pull him away. He doesn’t relent, intent on keeping his word from earlier.

Strong arms from behind wrap around you, and pull you away from the kneeling man, whose face glistens from your cum. “Taehyung, you need to give her a break.”

Bless you Jimin, you beautiful angel.

“It’s my turn next.” His grip on you tightens, almost possessively like a child holding their favorite toy.

Wait, what?

“Fine, but I really want her to hear her beg more.” Taehyung stands up and stalks toward the both you.

“If she’s up for it,” Jimin shrugs, “it’s fine by me.” You’re not sure if he’s supporting you or signing your death warrant.

Once Taehyung reaches you, he grabs your chin between his fingers to hold you still as he kisses you deeply. His tongue easily slips into your mouth, and you taste yourself from his mouth.

He ends the kiss, wiping the back of his hand along his mouth. “Tasty, isn’t it?”

Jimin’s head suddenly reaches over your shoulder, pushing you in between him and Taehyung, as his lips reaches the other man’s. It’s a messy kiss, Jimin practically eating out Taehyung’s mouth. You stare at the scene, heat once again pooling between your legs.

“Divine.” Jimin says as he breaks the kiss and licks his lips. He starts waddling you backwards towards your room in the same fashion as he did earlier.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you so hard into that chair of yours. it’ll break. Then, you’ll have to buy a new one.”

Taehyung laughs as he follows along, eyeing your form now being practically dragged away by Jimin.

“Jimin, nooo.” You whine, not pleased at the prospect of buying another chair, which they seemed hell-bent on turning true. “The bed works perfectly fine.”

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The Corpsemouth

Prompt: Sparklers & Fireworks

Fandom: Scarletvision (Wanda Maximoff and Vision, MCU)

Word Count: 2047

Warnings: Mentions of a horror monster and a full smut scene.

***

��Are we sure that this is a wise idea, Mr. Stark?” Vision asked. He trailed behind Tony, dragging Wanda by the hand as she struggled to keep up with his large strides.

Tony scoffed.

“Relax, Mother Hen. This is the best idea ever.”

Only, it wasn’t the best idea ever. Not even close.

When Tony decided that their Fourth of July celebration would close out with a fireworks show conducted by the billionaire himself, Vision knew it wouldn’t end well. And now, here they were in the dark after a rogue firework spiraled out of the perimeter and hit the power lines. Luckily, Thor and Steve were able to put out the small fire that started in the aftermath.

“Well that was fun,” Clint deadpanned, slapping his knees and standing. “Can’t believe I left the family barbeque for this. I’m going home.”

“You’re no fun, Barton!” Tony yelled as the archer disappeared in the darkness.

“You know…” Sam started, his voice low. “This is the perfect time for The Corpsemouth to appear.”

“The what?” Natasha asked, rolling her eyes. “That doesn’t even sound like a real thing.”

“Oh, it’s real,” Sam confirmed, the sound of a beer cracking open piercing through the inky air. “He takes advantage of situations like this. Ambushes when people are at their most vulnerable.”

“We’re never vulnerable,” Thor laughed.

“You say that now,” Sam warned. “But you won’t say that when Corpsemouth is dining on your throat.”

“Dining on… throats?” Vision piped up. He gulped. “This Corpsemouth… how bad is it?”

“Worse than Ultron,” Sam said.

“How so?” Vision asked.

“He won’t spare you time with pointless conversation. He’ll just kill you and ask questions later.”

“You’re full of shit,” Natasha spat. “There’s no such thing as The Corpsemouth.”

“Perhaps he’s right,” Vision said, taking Wanda’s hand. “We wouldn’t want to be caught off guard.”

“Sam,” Wanda warned. She gave Vision’s hand a light squeeze. “Stop it. You’re scaring him.”

“I am not scared,” Vision insisted.

But his grip on Wanda’s hand told a different story. Vision, while tough as nails when it came to battle, was a proverbial school girl when faced with a ghost story. He didn’t even like half of the Halloween episodes of the sitcoms he and Wanda watched together. There was no way the talk of Corpsemouth wasn’t scaring him.

“They call him Corpsemouth because that’s how he kills you,” Sam went on, his voice a low brooding rumble for effect. “With his razor sharp teeth and jaws like an alligator.”

“Excuse me,” Vision said, standing abruptly. He disappeared into the shadows but it was clear he was walking to the compound.

“Dammit, Sam!” Wanda snapped. She stood up and took off in the direction Vision went.

It was nearly impossible for Wanda to see on her way to the compound. She raised her hand up, using the scarlet orb that floated above it as a source of light. It wasn’t much, but it got her to the front door. She pushed the door open with her free hand and slipped inside.

“Vis?”

She searched the first floor, hoping she’d find him in the living room, but no luck. He must have been in his room, hiding away from the teasing tones of Sam and his stories. The thing about Vision is that he probably knew the story was horse shit; that Sam was just trying to have a little fun in a less than stellar situation, but it still scared him. He still had trouble differentiating fact from fiction when it came to the supernatural.

As expected, he was in his room. He sat on one of the large chairs, staring at the wall. Wanda opened the door loudly and coughed, announcing her entrance but approaching Vision slowly. She placed a hand on his shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze.

“You know he was fucking with you, right?” Wanda asked. “There’s no Corpsemouth.”

“I know,” Vision replied. He stood up and turned to face Wanda. “But at that moment, I was unable to convince myself that Sam’s story was fabricated.”

“Well, it’s over now,” Wanda said, putting her arms out for a hug. “And it’s not real.”

Vision walked into Wanda’s arms, setting his head on top of her head as her arms wrapped around his waist.

“Come to my room?” she asked. “I’ve got candles and we can play with those dice you like.”

“I’d really like that.”

***

The room was illuminated in a soft glow from the candles Wanda lit, the two of them sitting on Wanda’s bed.

“You roll first,” Wanda said. She dropped two black dice into Vision’s hand and waited for the result.

He rolled, letting the dice go between them on the bed.

“Pinch. Ears.” Vision tilted his head in confusion. “I suppose I should do as I’m told?”

Wanda grabbed her ears.

“They’re all yours.”

They laughed and Vision extended his arms, taking Wanda’s earlobes between his thumbs and forefingers. He gave a quick pinch as Wanda giggled and then dropped his hands.

“That was a bogus roll. Mine is going to be better,” Wanda gloated, grabbing the dice from the bed and rolling them. “Bite. Boobs.”

Wanda laughed again, this time a loud guffaw that echoed in the dimly lit, silent room. Vision knew what to do. Slowly, he lifted his shirt to show his chest.

“Please watch the Vibranium,” he said. “I wouldn’t want you to chip a tooth.”

Wanda nodded and moved in, finding a spot on Vision’s chest that was skin. She opened her mouth and sunk her teeth in gently, lightly nipping at the spot. Vision shivered under her movements, bringing a hand to the back of her head.

“I need to stop,” Wanda said, allowing Vision to move his hand from her head before she resurfaced. “If I didn’t stop, I would have kept going lower and we only just started the game.”

“Foreplay is an essential component of a healthy sex life,” Vision recited. He grabbed the dice and shook them around in his hand, letting them go in the middle of the bed again. “Massage. Nipple.”

Wanda sucked on her bottom lip, eyeing Vision. It was her turn to lift her shirt and she lifted it and her bra in one quick motion. Her breasts bounced with the force as Vision’s eyes went straight to Wanda’s nakedness. Wasting no time, he reached out and with two fingers pressed the pads against Wanda’s nipple. Slowly, he began to rub circles around the nub as it hardened under his fingers.

“Vis,” Wanda moaned, thrusting her chest forward. “Use your mouth.”

“But the dice-”

“Please.”

Vision complied, moving in on Wanda’s left breast he took the hard nipple in his mouth, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around the nub.

As Vision pulled away, Wanda grabbed the dice from the bed.

“Last roll,” she said, her voice coming out huskier than usual. She didn’t bother pulling her shirt down. Instead, she pulled both garments over her head and flung them across the room before rolling the dice.

“Kiss,” Vision read, his eyes slowly moving to the second die. “Balls/Labia.”

A sudden rush of laughter hit both of them. The dice made it sound ridiculous, but Wanda knew that this would definitely lead to so much more.

“I guess we should listen to the dice,” Wanda said playfully. She crawled on her hands and knees toward Vision, prompting him to lie back on the bed as she got closer.

Without hesitation, Vision phased out of his clothes, leaving him bare and waiting for Wanda to comply with the dice’s command.

Wanda moved closer, taking Vision’s soft cock in her hand and lifting it up so she could get to his balls. She was careful with her movements as she closed in and pressed her lips to Vision’s balls.

It went silent, and then suddenly, they were laughing again.

“That was so weird,” Wanda admitted. “Having to just kiss your balls like that. You’re not even hard.”

“Not yet,” Vision replied coyly, his eyes traveling to where Wanda’s hand was still wrapped around his cock.

For Wanda, the message was clear and she was ready to get to work. She closed back in on Vision and wet her lips before slipping his soft cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, and across the slit, reveling in the way that she could take him fully into her mouth before he was fully hard. She fell into an easy rhythm, sucking and licking every inch of him.

Vision’s hands fell to Wanda’s head, combing his fingers through her hair as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

Wanda felt Vision getting harder in her mouth, and he was quickly too big for her to fit in her mouth completely. She pulled back, adding her hand to the rhythm. As she worked on him with her mouth, she also pumped her hand up and down his length.

“Wanda…” Vision croaked, lifting his hips and pushing himself further into her mouth. “Don’t stop.”

Wanda had no intention of stopping. She ran her free hand up Vision’s stomach, dragging her fingers along the mixture of soft synthetic skin and strong Vibranium, finding a spot where the two met. Only she and Vision knew it, but he was ticklish where skin met Vibranium. She moved her fingers to a spot just on his stomach and traced the seam.

Vision immediately tensed up, a moan turning into a laugh and back into a moan when Wanda started laughing. The vibration of her amusement against his cock sent him into a spiral of bliss, his hips coming up again, driving his cock into Wanda’s mouth, hitting the back of her throat.

Wanda pulled away, his cock coming out of her mouth with a wet pop.

“You’re eager tonight,” Wanda observed, amusement playing on her face. She changed positions swiftly, going from lying between Vision’s legs to shedding her pants and underwear and hoisting her leg over his body, his cock coming to rest between her ass cheeks. “This might be a better option for us tonight.”

Wanda sat up, reaching back and taking Vision in her hand, guiding it to her middle. When the head parted her lips, she quickly sank down on his cock, sheathing him inside her before lying down flat against Vision’s chest.

“Go for it,” she instructed, letting him know he was free to move his hips and fuck her however he wanted to.

Vision’s arms wrapped around Wanda’s body, his knees popping up as he pressed his feet flat against the bed for leverage. He pulled out halfway, slowly, but when he thrust up, driving himself back into Wanda his movements were quick, rhythmic and relentless.

With their bodies pressed together, they worked as one to find their bliss.

Vision came first. His moan became an apology for doing so, one that Wanda didn’t want to hear.

“Shhh, don’t apologize,” she said,caressing Vision’s face. “I just want to hear you moan for me.”

All words that threatened to fall from Vision’s lips disappeared at Wanda’s request. He let his orgasm wash over him, apologies turning back to moans as he emptied inside her. His next move was quick. He sat up, taking Wanda with him and flipped her onto her back. He pulled his cock out of her and brought his fingers to her clit, rubbing the sensitive nerve with care and determination.

“Yes, Vis! Just like that,” Wanda cried out, swirling her hips underneath him. With a few more strokes, it was Wanda’s turn to come, legs shaking with the intensity of it. She yelled Vision’s name, not caring who heard her in the quiet of the blackout.

As Wanda came back down, her breath evening out and her senses returning, Vision caressed her thighs, helping her calm down.

“The dice win again,” Wanda finally said, laughing. They’d never gotten to use the dice very long, any instruction given to them always quickly escalated into something more. Vision joined in the laughter, the deep cadence of his chuckles was music to her ears and she smiled to herself, knowing that any thoughts of Corpsemouth were now gone from Vision’s immediate memory.

#flufftober2021 #writing shit #wandavision #wanda maximoff #the vision #scarletvision drabbles #marvel #the avengers #marvel fanfiction #the avengers fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #mcu

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nautiscarader · 2 years

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Blindfolds for High Five and Miko or Zahra

(Ao3)

With a loud "thud" Miko Kubota opened the door to her flat and crawled sluggishly through the corridor, groaning, until she turned to her bathroom. She wished she was a car that could just pass through her shower as it was a wash, and so she groaned more with every extra move she had to make. She kept complaining after she exited the cabin and until she collapsed onto her chair in front of a huge screen.

One might have assumed she was tried after a day full of dealing with rowdy glitches - after all, it's only been a week since the newest firmware patch, and that always meant more work - but that would make Miko positively giddy with excitement.

Instead, doing low-key job as a saleswoman behind the counter, positively drained her of her energy in just few hours, and she was more than happy to come back to her world.

She grabbed the virtual reality helmet and slipped it on, feeling her spirit rising with each moment she didn't have to spend with real people.

In front of her, a catalogue of games was displayed, most of them adorned with golden trophies, stars or other icons indicating how many times has she completed them. Miko thought for a moment what was she in the mood for. Building? Nah, she stacked enough blocks in the warehouse earlier. Shooters? Well, she would like to say all the cursewords she wanted to throw at the undecided customers.

But deep down, Miko knew what she really wanted... and what she really needed. She felt the itch between her thighs, and without thinking twice, she chose her favourite simulator that would allow her to fly high even without being inside an airplane.

- Surprise me.

Her chair, quite possibly as expensive as the rest of the setup reacted accordingly, and leaned back, adjusting to her body, and the pose she wanted to be in. Miko smiled when her chair's arms turned towards her, and began stroking her waist and thighs, mimicking those of her computer lover.

She raised and spread her legs a bit, allowing her equipment to massage the undersides of her thighs, making her squirm every few seconds. As per wish, her goggles turned dark, and instead of seeing her computer partner, she was left to the mercy of the algorithm that tried its best to satiate her needs.

And with dozens of hours on the counter, the AI has learned quite a lot about her.

Miko felt the chair move its many mechanical parts, and she let out a gasp when something long, wet, and tongue-like took a first lap of her puffy lips. More short waves of pleasure shot through her body when her waist was caressed with what felt like fingers, vibrating as they glided up and down her body, in sync with hungry licks.

Two more hand-like elements grabbed her thighs for stabilisation, as the machine slipped between her folds, taking more and more of her juices with each lick, while a second mouth peppered her breasts, completing the caresses.

Though the chair tried adjusting to her needs, her body was jolting and thrashing every few seconds, as her tired body was peppered with what felt like the most delicate of kisses, interrupted every now and then with much more hungry ones that surely will leave some mark on her body.

Though she knew the AI was making the decision, soon enough Miko's incoherent moans turned into soft pleas, but the tongue that caressed her was relentless, especially once the second one joined her, and began caressing her swollen clit, completely dominating her sex. Miko could only partially hear her own moans through her headphones and the sensual music that accompanied her love-making session.

Her legs, spread and raised into the air were twitching and shaking with more vigor, as Miko was closing on her climax, and it was long until her voice filled her room, praising her lover as her sex spasmed around it.

Miko was allowed only to catch a single breath when she was forced to expel all the air in her lungs, as something long, hard and definitely not tongue-like pushed her puffy lips apart and filled her in a single push, while another delicate device began mashing against her clit again, in sync with rapid thrusts.

Miko knew how forceful the motors of her device can be, yet she was still flabbergasted how fast and deep was it filling her, making her almost reach her peak every time, especially with the combination of much more subtle, yet steady caresses of her sex and breasts.

But, after all, Miko was a pro, and she was able to handle even the hardest of settings, and with a simple cry of "More!", she pushed herself to a new level, as her body was subjected to a marathon of pleasure, as the entire device wobbled and rumbled under the amount of rapid motions.

With her vision cut off, all other senses of Miko took the role of transmitting the storm of emotions and feelings, quickly overloading her mind, and she found herself panting with her tongue stuck out, as she slowly succumbed to bliss, her body caressed in seemingly random places, while on the other side her pussy was mercilessly pounded...

Miko let out a sharp cry and arched her back, as her body was torn with a powerful climax, sending waves after wave of pleasure that quickly put her lover to rest, and made its moves slowly wind down, just as Miko was coming down from her high.

- Oh, wow, that was great... - Miko let out a satisfying, dreamy sigh - Thank you... you guys.

She took her goggles off and met with a surprised face of her naked boyfriend and girlfriend, their eyes fixated at her.

- How-How did you know it was us and not the chair? - Hector asked, exchanging confused looks with Zahra. - You have no idea how difficult it is to be sneaky around it!

- Yeah, we both had to cheat and boost our Agility past 10... - Easy. - she reached between their tangled legs, grabbed his cock and pulled him out of her - I chose to play risky today, and selected no condom.

She playfully punched the rubber, filled with Hector's seed, and watched as it dangled between her legs.

- And I know you always do things safely... - Not always... - Zahra looked back, shooting him with sly looks - I certainly remember a few times when you "disabled the firewall"...

She cupped his cheeks and kissed him.

- And, well, I know how much you like to ride me... - Miko winked at Zahra, her pussy still pulsating against her clit.

- Shame I couldn't ride your face, that would give me away. - Wanna try?

Miko asked and before waiting for an answer, she hopped to her bed, just next to her chair. She spread her legs and waved at her two lovers.

- And this time, you better apply all of my user preferences correctly...

#polyplay #high five/miko/zahra #lemon #smutember #day 27 #aged-up characters and all that #nautiscaraderfics #smutember 2021 #smutember2021

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bakuhoes-slut234 · 3 years

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Y/N, Kirishima and the rest of the Bakusquad were sitting in the common room watching 50 Shades of Grey.

Y/N and Kirishima on one couch, Bakugou in the recliner and Sero,Denki and Mina on the other couch.

The movie was going fine until Mr.Grey offered to 'fuck' Ana so that she could figure out what she does and doesn't like.

Kirishima tensed when Ana started removing her clothing. It made Kiri feel like he was cheating on Y/N.

She must have noticed because she turned to face him.

"You ok babe?" She asked and placed her hand on his upper thigh.

"Y-yeah" he said tensed even more at the contact.

Y/N's eyebrows knitted together, knowing that he was lying.

"Seriously Kiri, what's wrong?" She asked again.

"I don't like this movie. It feels like I'm cheating on you" he said with a pout. She just laughed at him.

"Babe, it's just a movie" she said and turned to face the TV again.

They continued watching, everyone seemed fine. Everyone but Kirishima. He squirmed in his chair uncomfortably and kept huffing. Y/N tried her best to ignore him but eventually she started to get irritated.

"Seriously Eijiro, what's up with you?" She asked a little annoyed.

"Watching this makes me uncomfortable" he whined

"Well you don't have to watch it. Go to your room or something" she said and made a 'shoo' motion with her hand.

"Will you come with me?" He asked, doing the puppy dog eyes.

"No. I'm watching" she said and looked back at the screen.

The truth was, from the moment Ana started to undress, his pants began to tighten. Y/N's grip on his thigh wasn't making it any easier.

He felt bad about being turned on by anyone other than his girlfriend.

"Please Y/N. I want you to come with me. You can watch this some other time" he said and pouted again.

Y/N sighed, knowing that he wasn't gonna stop asking until she said yes.

"Come on then. But you buying me lunch tomorrow" she said. Kirishima smiled brightly at her and pulled her up to his dorm.

Once they stepped in, Kirishima shut the door and turned around to see Y/N already laying on his bed, playing a game in her phone.

She looked a little upset but he knew how wipe that frown right off.

He walked over and lay down in top of her, almost crushing her.

"Eiji, get off" she whined bit he didn't budge.

"Seriously, you squishing me" she said and tried to push him off.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked and stick out his bottom lip

"I can't be mad at you" she said, making Kirishima smile.

"Good, because I want to have some fun" he said and smirked.

"Well we could be having fun and watching the movie right now" she pouted

" Not that kind of fun babe" he said and Y/N broke out into a deep blush.

"Not now Kiri, I'm not in the mood" she said and looked back at her phone.

Kirishima pouted and grabbed the phone from her hands.

"HEY! GIVE THAT BACK!" she shouted.

Kirishima jumped off the bed and ran around the room with Y/N chasing him.

They continued to run around until Y/N finally caught up to him, pushing him against the wall. She rested her arms on either side of his shoulders, trying to catch her breath, not realising what position they were in.

"Oh, someone's trying to be dominant today" he teased.

Y/N looked up at him, confusion written all over her face until she realised just how close they were. Her nose brushed against his and she jumped back, making the redhead laugh.

"Shy all of a sudden?" He teased again. Y/N blushed and sat back down on his bed, forgetting about her phone that Kiri stole from her.

"Come on babe, let's have some fun~" he said and slowly walked over to her.

He pushed her down gently so she lay down on his bed. He lay on top of her, caging her between his arms.

Y/N's breath hitched when she felt his arousal press against her.

"You feel that baby girl?"

She nodded

"That's what you do to me. Someone's gonna have to fix that" he said in a seductive voice. Y/N just stared at him wide eyed.

"You gonna help me out?" He asked. She didn't answer but blushed furiously.

She felt heat rise between her legs and squirmed uncomfortably.

He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, using just one hand.

Y/N let out a small gasp and Kirishima smirked.

He placed his lips on top of hers and she kissed back. His tongue swiped over her bottom lip, asking for access, which she happily have him. His tongue explored her mouth, immediately gaining dominance as she didn't try and fight him for it.

He started to grind himself on her, coaxing small moans from the girl below him.

"You like that baby?" He asked as he parted from her lips and she nodded.

"You in the mood now?"

"Yes Eijiro" she said and lifted her hips up to grind against him for more friction.

He held down her hips to stop her from moving.

"Uh-Uh. Not so fast there babe, I need you to do something for me" he said and kissed her neck. She moaned at the sensation.

"Anything" she said breathily.

"On your knees" he said and got off of her.

She quickly got off the bed and knelt down on the floor.

"Good girl. Take my pants off" he said as he sat infront of her, a leg on either side.

She nodded and undid his button on his jeans. Kirishima took off his shirt and then watched as she undid his zipper using her teeth.

As she moved away to tug off his pants, he quickly removed her shirt, exposing her breasts.

"No bra today?"

She shook her head and leaned forward.

She looked up at him, making sure that he was watching. She slowly started to palm him through his boxers, earning a low grunt from him.

She licked him through the cloth, flicking her tongue on his tip.

"Don't tease me babe" he groaned. She nodded and pulled off his boxers. His erection springing out. Her eyes widened at the size of him.

Sure they had done this many times before, but she had never really bottom used to how big he was.

Kirishima smirked.

"Like what you see?" He teased and she nodded her head.

She wrapped a hand around his base and slowly started to pump him. He let out a low moan, which boosted her confidence. She rubbed her thumb over his slit and circled the tip, spreading the pre-cum that had formed at the top.

He threw his head back and his breathing quickened.

She his tip, tasting the liquid and hummed.

"Mmmm, you taste good Eijiro" she said before licking from his base back up to his tip. His hands found their way into her hair and pulled slightly.

She lowered herself into his length, taking in as much a she could and wrapped a hand around what wouldn't fit. She started to Bob her head slowly, finding a comfortable pace. Kirishima pulled a little tighter on her hair and she moaned around him, causing sweet vibrations.

"Fuck Y/N. Feels so good when you do that" he moaned.

She started to move faster. Kiri bucked his hips, his thrusts matching the pace that she set. Her tongue caressed the underside of his dick, while her lips were wrapped tightly around him. He could feel himself getting close but pulled her off of him with a 'pop'

"Strip and then lay on the bed" he said. Y/N did as she was told, removing her remaining clothing and crawled into the bed.

He positioned himself in top of her and kissed her roughly.

One hand massaging her breast while the other snaked down between her legs. She moaned as his finger brushed over her clit.

"So wet already. And just for me" he whispered in her ear. She visibility shivered.

"Yes Eiji" she moaned. "I need you"

"Beg for me baby" he nipped at her earlobe and started to trail kisses down her neck, attacking her sweet spot.

"Please Eijiro. Fill me up and fuck me until I can't walk" she begged.

"You said that so nicely, how can I refuse" he said and lined up with her entrance.

Kirishima was simply to big for her. Everytime they were intimate, it always hurt at first. They normally just take it really slow at the start

"We gonna go quickly this time, all at once ok" he said. Y/N nodded and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

Without anymore warning, Kirishima slammed into her. Y/N screamed a little in pain and tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. Kiri quickly kissed them away.

"I know, I'm sorry" he said and waited for her to adjust. She bit down in his shoulder and Kiri hissed in pain but didn't reject it.

After a few moments, Y/N wriggled her hips around and let out a moan.

Kirishima took this as a green light and started to rock his hips at an average speed, immediately coaxing moans out if the girl below him.

"Eijiro, please. Move faster" she begged and he happily obliged.

His movements sped up, his hips hitting hers and her moans grew louder.

He attacked her neck with kisses and licked from her ear down to her collar bone.

He got to the junction of her neck and bit down gently as she moaned.

"Harder Eiji" she moaned.

He slammed into her harder and bit down on her neck again, enough to leave a dark bruise.

Her hips started to meet each of his thrusts.

"I'm close" she moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist.

He snaked a hand between them, running his thumb over her clit, in time with his thrusts.

Y/N felt herself reach her limit. Her walls clamped down onto Kiri, pushing him over the edge and he painted her walls white.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, catching their breath and then Kiri finally pulled out, making Y/N wince.

"I'm sorry" he said and kissed her forehead.

"Stop saying sorry everytime we have sex" she said and rested her head on his shoulder after he lay down next to her.

"I just feel bad for hurting you" he said and ran a hand through her hair.

"Well don't. You make me feel amazing" she kissed his cheek. "Goodnight" she said and turned so her back faced him.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

"Night"

#my hero academia #bnha #kirishima eijirou #smut #mha x reader #mha #boku no hero academia #kirishima #eijirou #eijirou Kirishima

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allthingshetalia · 5 years

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Shy touch starved s/o with axis

Italy

You glared at your boyfriend through the small crack through his office door. You’re wonderfully amazing boyfriend also known as the king of procrastination was currently rushing to get his half of the paperwork done. And it has been two whole days of this. Why was it taking so long?? You pondered as you stared at him from you the couch in your living room. Even when you went in to bring him food he gave you a small smile and a kiss on the temple and shooed you out.

Standing up you waddled into his office and then sprawled out on the chair placed in front of his desk.

“Hello Bella.” He murmured keeping his eyes on his paperwork. The only time he stopped was to drink some of his cappuccino. It bothered you how serious he was being.

“Whatever.” You responded, cringing at how rude it sounded. His head lifted up with his hazel eyes glazed with concern. He put a paper down and leaned back in his seat. He opened his arms out, hinting to sit on his lap. You quickly leaped up and practically threw yourself into your boyfriends arm.

Nuzzling yourself into his neck you enjoyed as his arms wrapped around you tightening in a comforting way.

“So wanna tell me why you are mad at me?” He hummed into your hair. Most of the time when he found out someone was mad at him he would burst into tears, but he knew you could never really be mad at him. Because of this his voice held on almost playful undertone making you sigh in relief that your boyfriend was coming back.

“You’ve been tooooo busy.” You groaned drawing out the to. He chuckled and ran his fingers through your hair massaging your scalp lightly.

“I know but I’ve got to get it done.” He chuckled sadly. “But, you are more than welcome to stay in here and keep me company.” He stated making you look up at him.

“Won’t I distract you?” You asked bitting the inside of your cheek.

“Oh Bella, you distract me even when you aren’t here.”

Japan

(In this Kiku writes anime on the side)

“I thought you loved me!” You yelled outside of your boyfriends drawing studio. You could practically hear his eyes rolling as he shouted back:

“Of course I love you you but if I open that door you will attack me with love and I really can’t have that right now!” You huffed in annoyance. I guess you should be happy considering you were the only one your boyfriend even let touch him, but you were selfish. And you waited long enough to even work up to be able to hug him without him jumping, so you should be able to touch him whenever you wanted right?

“But then if I don’t get to touch you you’ll go back to jumping every time to do!” You reasoned leaning face first into the door. “Pleaseeeeeee, just five minutes and then I won’t bother your for the rest of the day!” You yelled, your voice was muffled due to the door.

You heard a a long, annoyed sigh before footsteps coming towards the door. You quickly stood up straight and practically shook with excitement. The door knob unlocked and the door was hesitantly opened almost like the person on the other side was waiting for a jump scare.......which he was.

Once you finally saw the slightly scared eyes of your boyfriend you threw yourself into his arms, the force almost making him loose his footing.

“See that’s what I mean.” He mumbled, but you could hear a light laugh in his voice. Waddling over to his chair with you still in his arm he sat down placing you on his lap. He would never say it out loud but it felt amazing to have you in his arms again. He knew how hard this was on you, given your affectionate nature. Tucking you under his chin he was about to say something to you before he heard a soft snore. Pulling you away he looked down seeing you in a peaceful sleep. He couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of his mouth as he watched your sleeping form cuddle back deeper into his chest.

Germany

“Ahem..........Ahem.........ugh” you groaned burying your face into Berlitz fur. You were trying to get your boyfriends attention. He had recently got a new book from the library and has been absorbed in it since you brought it home yesterday. As soon as he woke up this morning he immediately grabbed his coffee and sat down in his favorite chair completely ignoring your existence. So that left you cuddled on the couch with the dogs sprawled out next to you.

“The house is on fire.”

“The dog just threw up.”

“I’m pregnant.”

You’ve tried everything and he has yet to look up at you.

“Ahemmmmmmmmmmmm-”

“Yes, Kätzchen.” He asked cutting you off.

You looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes. You just realized you hadn’t heard his voice in a day and a half and you almost melted at the sound.

Not hearing an answer he lifted his head from his book, his eyes even squinting lightly trying to adjust to the darkness of the room. Placing the book down on the coffee table he put his muscles arms on the arm rest looking at you expectantly. Realizing what he wanted you quickly jumped up careful not to disturb the dogs as you literally jumped into his lap.

He tensed when you brushed against a certain area, but nonetheless tucked you under his chin as you clawed at his shirt in an almost desperate manner.

“You’re mean, I’m way better than a book, you know.” You mumbled into his chest, that vibrated with a chuckle.

“I know.” He hummed kissing the top of your head. “I’ll make it up to you.” He whispered in your ear, nipping at it lightly.

Prussia

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” You groaned as your boyfriends looked away from his game for a millisecond to make sure you weren’t actually in pain.“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” You continued, the only response you got was a quick ‘shh’. You were sitting on the floor in between your boyfriends legs as he played *insert hard video game*. His legs were planted on either side of you and every so often he would lean forward causing his arms to be on either side of your head, completely trapping you. Not that you minded. But one thing you did mind was the lack of physical contact you were getting.

I mean who could blame you? You were dating one of the most affectionate people on the entire planet and he hasn’t ‘touched’ you in an whopping 3 days. 3 days. And your skin was itchy, almost like it was going through withdrawals. Not that you would ever say that though, because did your boyfriend really need another ego booster? No, he didn’t.

Your boyfriend shifting brought you out of your trance and you looked up just as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead before getting up and walking towards the kitchen. Blowing a stray hair out of your face you stared at the screen. The word PAUSE was written in big letters across the black screen. Gilbird landed on your knee staring at you with his happy little black eyes. Smiling softly your brought your hand up letting him rub his feathered cheek against your finger. Before you knew it you heard your boyfriends heavy footsteps make their way back into the living room before he went back to his original position with your in between his legs.

He came back with a big sandwich and an unreasonably large glass of water. He held his sandwich down for you to take a bite of which you refused making his ruby eyes widen.

Gasping when you felt two strong hands lift you up on to a lap. You were about to bury yourself into his chest when you stopped yourself.

You were mad at him after all.

“Okay we both know I make the best sandwiches on the planet and for you to refuse the awesomeness obviously means you are sick or something.” He said placing the back of his hand against your forehead. Pushing his hand away your turned around in his lap so your back was facing him.

“I’m not sick, dummy head. I’m mad. At you!” You stated turning your head to look at him at the last part. He faked a hurt gasp wrapping his muscles arms around your waist he leaned forward with you in his lap before he placed a very wet, nasty raspberry on your neck. The action immediately caused you to thrash and beg for mercy. His raspberries faltered a little due to his chuckles so he made up for it by using one of his hands to tickle you up and down your sides. His other arm held you firmly in place as your beautiful laughs filled up the apartment. “Please stop, I’m not mad anymore. I’m not mad!” You squealed, panting heavily as the attack finally stopped.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He chuckled leaning back with you against his chest and his arms still wrapped tightly around you.

Romano

You felt guilty.

You and your Roma had gotten into a fight the night before and since then you have locked him out of your shared bedroom. Even when he banged on the door begging for you to let him in. You even heard his choked sobs as he slid down the door. You were honestly surprised he didn’t break down the door. ‘He probably didn’t want to scare me.’ You thought to yourself.

You two rarely fought. In fact you were one of the only people he didn’t fight with. But sometimes his protective nature annoyed you.

He told you he wasn’t going to let you go out with your friends because it was the ‘bad’ part of town. But you were pretty sure that the entire world was the bad part of town to Lovi.

Unless he was there of course!

“Because he is the only one who can protect me.” You mumbled bitterly to yourself, recalling the words he yelled at you last night. Huffing to yourself you rolled over so your face was pressed into his pillow. His sent soothed you and made you miss him even more.

“Piccoloa.” A deep voice called knocking softly on the door. You jumped at the sudden noise. You debated wether or not to answer but before you could the same deep voice called out. “I’m sorry, that was really sh*tty of me. I promise I will never do that again. Just please open the door Amore.” He begged making your heart ache.

Rolling off the bed you practically sprinted towards the door, you unlocked it and through it open, jumping into a pair of lightly muscled arms. You heard a loud sigh of relief as you were lifted up and pressed into a chest. Moaning softly you dig yourself as deep of you could as Lovi walked towards the bed laying down so he was on top of you. His body pressed you into the mattress a little bit you could care less. You ran you hands through his hair and scratching down his back. You melted against him as one of his hands massaged up and down your side, while the other one rubbed soft circles against you cheek.

Planting kisses on each other’s faces you finally broke apart staring at each other. His deep olive eyes were red and puffy, with dark bags. Making a sound of disapproval you pulled his face back down planting a very passionate kiss against his lips.

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harryandmolly · 6 years

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Pool Party

Warnings: Language, light drug use

Word count: 1400+

She swung her feet through the water, shaking her head and marveling at how badly her facial muscles burned from laughing. She felt a surge of gratefulness when she looked around.

Two of her roommates were on pool floats shaped like a frosted pink donut and a bottle of rosé, respectively. One of their boyfriends was bartending and monitoring the Red Sox game from his phone, calling out cheers and jeers in his thick Boston accent every so often for ambiance. Harrison was sprawled on a pool chair with sunglasses on and mimosa in hand.

And then there was Tom.

Tom, more mimosa than man by that point of the afternoon, was trying to find the best way to launch himself from the edge of the hot tub onto the rosé float that Sammi refused to vacate. He was so easily distractible that every time he climbed up to his perch, crouched like Spider-Man on the stone wall, ready to try to convince Sammi to move and get Harrison ready to film it, he would attempt some other kind of flip and land with a splash and a giggle.

She had trouble looking at anyone else. In Hawaiian printed swim trunks and those fuckboy Ray Ban aviators, homeboy showed up. She was almost annoyed when he arrived. What gave him the right to look so casually fuckable and also like the epitome of boyfriend material all at once? She let out a little huff as he strolled through the gate to the pool area armed with Harrison and two six-packs. Sammi smacked at her arm playfully and cackled at her reaction.

Sammi knew. Sammi didn’t need to ask, really, when Tom and Harrison first started coming around the house more on days off from filming. She could see it in their every interaction – subtle glances, not-so-subtle glances, sharing drinks, sitting away from the group for separate giggle-filled conversations. But she confirmed with her anyway -- is that a thing?

It was, in fact, a thing. Thing was the best word for it. That indefinable stage of somethingness that wasn’t quite “friends with benefits” because of the inklings of stronger feelings from both parties. But solo interaction was still limited. She had her security blanket of her loud, playful roommates and he had Harrison. Mimosas and weed didn’t hurt.

The day wore on warm and breezy, the perfect LA day. Kent made a run to Del Taco around 4 that everyone appreciated. Tom finally gave up his rosé dreams and opted instead to sit next to her, his her, under the canopied pool furniture to dive hard into a bag of soft tacos. They shared hot sauce packets and he sipped her mimosa when he knew she was pretending not to watch him. When she’d turn and wrinkle her nose at him, caught in the act, his heart would pound. He’d reach back to Mike for the joint in an effort to calm down his childlike anxiety around her.

After tacos, Kent dispersed to her room for a weed-induced nap. Harrison migrated from roasting on the pool chair to sunning himself on the donut with a bottle of IPA in his lap. Sammi and Mike eventually gathered up the dead soldiers and excused themselves to her room.

She found herself almost vibrating with excitement to be close to him when their little party thinned out. Tom had stretched out on the long end of the outdoor sofa, his hand thickly rooted in her hair, massaging her scalp as she retold her story about being pretty, like, really sure that she saw Michael Bublé driving a black van on Sunset earlier that week.

“Kids, I’m out,” Harrison announced, grabbing the edge of the pool and hauling himself up and out, shooting Tom a mischievous glance.

“You’re leaving?” she piped up, pulling her head up from Tom’s hard shoulder.

“Don’t sound too disappointed,” Harrison joked, winking at her as he grabbed his bag and headed for her room on the other side of the glass doors to change.

There was comfortable silence for a beat as he ran his fingers through her chlorine-streaked hair and down her freckled arms.

“He has a date,” Tom explained, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Ahhhh,” she cooed, “That PA again?”

“Yeah. Think he really likes her.”

“I love that,” she hummed, nuzzling into his cool, goosebumped skin.

Harrison hurried back out to catch his Lyft, doling out quick hugs and leaving them and their donuts and rosé bottles and empty mimosa glasses and an Amazon Alexa crooning Niall Horan’s Flicker album.

While standing, she busied herself by pouring out the last dribbles of orange juice and champagne into her glass, humming along to the music and bouncing on her toes. He watched her affectionately, looking like the human equivalent of the heart eyes emoji.

She turned with her glass to face him. He reached out for her hand and she took it, angling her gaze at her feet shyly and shuffling towards him. He led her to the edge of the pool. They sat there together in the shade, feet in the water, leaning against each other for support.

“I like you,” Tom murmured, turning his head slightly to look down at her.

“I like you,” she responded, nudging him with her shoulder. He beamed.

“We should go on a date.”

“I agree.”

“Can Harrison come?”

She looked at him with alarm. He chuckled. “I’m kidding,” he assured her.

She shook her head, the scent of her shampoo mixed with chlorine enveloping him for a minute. He was still high enough to giggle at the sensation. She put her glass down and slipped feet first into the water, hissing and flapping her arms as it came up around her middle.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck!” she squealed, squinting and hopping up and down.

“’S not that bad,” he teased, pulling himself up to regain his territory on the edge of the hot tub.

“Oh, Tom, not this again. Before when there were people here, fine, but I’m drunk and cannot be trusted to perform CPR properly if you fuck this up.”

“Oh, ye of little faith!” he protested, crouching and eyeing the rosé bottle float like a predator. She sunk to her knees in the shallow end so just her nose and eyes were above water. He grinned down at her mischievously just before he made his leap, crashing successfully onto the bottle until it flipped upon impact, sending him under the water.

When he reemerged, she was floating on her back in hysterics, her laugh loud and snorting and un-self-conscious. He couldn’t help but smile at the sound. He grabbed her foot and yanked her into him, wrapping her legs around his waist and securing her against his torso.

She gazed at him quietly. He flipped wet copper hair out of his eyes. She thumbed over the freckles on his cheekbones.

“I didn’t drown,” he whispered, brushing his nose against hers tenderly. She scooped her hands up his firm arms to thread them into his hair.

“Not yet,” she replied dryly, planting one firm kiss on him before moving her hands to his shoulders to dunk him.

When he popped back up, she was frantically swimming away, giggling like a kid on Christmas. He growled and dove underneath her, grabbing her by the waist and dragging her to the surface. She shrieked with delight, desperately wiggling against his arms for freedom. He hauled her up into his chest, treading water, pretending to look perturbed.

“You owe me another kiss for that.”

She rolled her eyes, tipping her head back to dampen and fix her hair. She opened her mouth to respond when she felt Tom’s lips meet her cool skin, suckling and nibbling along the column of her throat. The words stopped dead with a slur on her tongue. He adjusted them so her legs were back around his hips, this time a little tighter and more insistent. He reveled in it.

“Well, now I’m really glad you didn’t drown,” she groaned, raking a hand up his tight back. He laughed into her neck and swung them in a circle when he reached the shallow end.

He stopped short of leaving a hickey on her neck, uncertain of how she felt about getting marked up (he would soon learn she would be in favor). She continued to cling to him, very satisfied with the feel of his hard body between her legs and his pruney hands roaming her back.

Like a couple of overstimulated kids on summer break, they stayed in the pool until they were cold and starving. They Postmates-ed pizza and finished off the last of the six pack under the canopy. Tom wasn’t sure it technically counted as a date, but he figured it was a pretty fine way to start.

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