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astrolynnworld · 5 months

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eiffle tower

pairing: matt & chris x reader

summary: chris sees the way you look at matt. so he gives you the opportunity to have both

warnings: smut! cheating, plot twist, exhibition, degradation, praise, language, oral, penetration, switch matt, dom chris, pig roast, little bit of aftercare.

a/n- the highly requested duo smut 😩

word count: 2,073

i love chris so much but .. sometimes i can’t help the idea of “what if i had chose matt instead”

he carries himself so well and despite the fact that they’re triplets.. i really do see him as another version of chris

the version that is more tame.

whenever he sits with us at dinner and he just looks so pretty and proper

just eating his meal, observing the conversation, sharing a joke here and there.

he’s not too loud or quiet, he’s the perfect middle ground of enjoyable.

and he’s so caring towards me when chris isn’t around

he’s cooking? he’ll serve me first. dropped my phone? he’ll pick it up for me. too anxious to speak up? he’ll talk for me, regardless of the fact that he also has anxiety.

maybe it’s because i’m his brothers girlfriend but i just sense the underlying message of care

often times then not, chris will catch me staring off into a haze at matt.

i always have to play it off as if i just got lost in thought.

i mean i did get lost in thought..

the thought of matt’s eyes rolled back as i strok-

“y/n??” matt snaps me back into focus

“mhm?” i question as i stand at the fridge door aimlessly

“i think you dozed off again” he laughs slightly, “did you hear what i said?”

i shake my head no softly as i take a seat on the chairs behind me

“you okay?” he asks while inching closer and putting a hand on my shoulder

i look up at him standing over me

“i’m fine” i mutter out

“you’ve been out of it a lot lately. wanna know what would help?” he asks rhetorically

you.

“what?” i say before chris walks into the kitchen

“a hot tub?” chris answers, acknowledging that he had heard a bit of our conversation

“you always wanna go to the hot tub” i laugh as i switch my gaze to him

“it’s not the worst idea chris has had” matt remarks

“i could be down for a hot tub” i reply enthusiastically now that matt is down

“i’ll go ask nick if he wants to come while you guys get ready” matt says

“wait im coming with” chris follows behind matt

i walk back into the bedroom and roam around for something to wear

shortly after, chris comes back into the room

“nicks not coming, he has a fever” he informs as he tries to grab his swim shorts

i nod my head and sit on the bed as i watch him change

“see something you like?” he flirts as he slowly approaches me

“a whole lot” i smile as i look up to him for a kiss

“alright love birds. we can go now” matt comes in fully dressed

i grab my bag and quickly follow behind matt

our go to hot tub spot was at the warehouse, which was only 10 minutes away from their house

once we get there, matt grabs his key card so he can unlock the gate to the pool

we trail around the side of the pool and make our way to the hot tub

they both take off their shirts before stepping into the hot tub

i could see the masculine structure lining in their backs

the broadness of their shoulders

the width of their arms as they lean back against the wall of the hot tub

i’m so lucky that i at least get to fuck one of them bec-

“wait! i forgot my headphones at the warehouse last time. i need to grab them before i forget again” chris says in a hurry as he gets out the hot tub and makes his way back to the house

“and bring some towels please” matt shouts after him

“watch him come back with none” i chuckle at his attempt

“no yeah for sure. kids gonna come back with a pepsi and forgot what he even went in for” he says as we share a laugh

“how do you even put up with him?” he says in a curious manner

“what do you mean?” i question

he starts to inch closer from the other side of the hot tub

“i see how you act, you’re not like him. you’re polite.. clean.. civil.. well mannered. how do you put up with him?” he says while fully towering me

“i- we- well because i love him” i nervously speak

“do you love him? because i see the way you look at me y/n”

i freeze in my spot

“you think i don’t notice but i do. you’d rather be with me huh? you’d rather it be me that you lay with every night right?” he taunts over me

“me who fucks you to sleep? every. single. night.” he whispers into my ear

“matt what are you doing..” i shyly whisper out

“say it baby. say you want me instead” he puts his nose to mine

i look into his eyes, “i want you instead”

he closes the gap between our lips with passion

sloppily pulling away and going back in for more as he wraps his hands around my waist

i feed into the passion, feeling a fire of energy ignite in me

“i KNEW it.”

i heard a voice speak from above us

i jump back from matt’s arms as i look up to see an angry chris standing outside the hot tub

matt starts to slowly back away as chris gets back in the hot tub and comes straight for me

he grabs my throat, “you’re such a slut. making out with my brother when i’m less than 30 feet away? you thought i wouldn’t find out or you just didn’t care?” he asks

i stay silent as i try to release his grip from my throat. only making him squeeze harder

“you know.. i had a feeling you were a slut. that’s why i put him up to this”

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earlier:

“wait i’m coming with” i followed behind matt

after y/n walks back to my room i stop matt in his tracks

“i might need you to do a weird favor for me.” i speak hesitantly

matt was a great brother but i don’t know how deep that great would go for me

“what?” he asks

“i need you to tempt y/n into cheating on me”

“.. why the fuck would i do that?” he questions

“i’ve been seeing the way she looks at you recently. i need to know if she would or wouldn’t fold”

he can hear the genuineness in my voice. i wouldn’t ask him to do something like this if i wasn’t serious

i still love her..

i just needed to know if she likes him or not, how far she was willing to go about it.

“alright bro. i’ll try” he says before continuing to walk up to nick’s room

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present:

i gasp as i start to find it hard to breathe.

he lets go of my throat and pulls my hair back so i can look him in the eyes

“you wanna fuck my brother so bad right?”

he pulls my head back to matt

“here. have him”

he turns me around and bend me over in front of matt

“bro.. i don’t know about-“ matt starts to speak

chris grabs my throat and shrinks down to my face, “tell him how much you want him baby. tell him how you want him to put it in. beg for it”

i silently stare at him in shock of his new aggression

“tell him.” he slaps my cheek

“please put it in matt.” i turn back and speak

“beg him for it” chris continues

“please matt, i beg you. just put your cock inside me”

matt slides my bathing suit to the side and slowly starts to align himself with my hole despite the water making it hard to see

“good girl” chris speaks before placing a kiss on the cheek he just slapped

matt lets out a heavy breath as he slides himself along my walls

i gasp as i feel the added pressure

“feels good doesn’t it baby? feels good to be a slut right?” chris speaks

i nod my head with my pout

“say it baby. say it feels good to be a slut” chris adds in

“it feels good to be a slut” i whimper out as i back into matts cock while he meets me halfway

chris traces his fingers against my lips, “who’s slut are you?”

“yours chris. i do whatever you say” i whine out as i squint my eyes from the feeling of matt’s cock hitting against my cervix

“mhmm. so good for me baby” chris says as he pushes his fingers in my mouth for me to suck

i can faintly hear matt trying to hold back his moans and whimpered pleasure as he feels my walls suck him in

the tightness of my walls clenching and pulling around him as he struggles to identify wether it’s the warm silky wetness is from me, or the hot tub.

shutting his eyes to focus on the pleasure

chris on the other hand, is so turned on by the idea of me getting slutted out for his pleasure

he likes the idea of another man being able to enjoy me like he does

i can see the bulge peering out through his swim shorts

i couldn’t let him go attentionless so i free his cock and start to jerk it under the water

he pulls away from me and slaps me once again

“did i give you permission to touch me slut?”

i pout and shake my head no

he places his cock on my cheek, “fuck. i could cover your whole face baby”

“please put it in my mouth daddy” i beg, tired of the teasing

“you want me to face fuck you baby? you wanna be a good girl and let daddy face fuck you?” he rhetorically questions

“yes please. please put your cock in my mouth and use me to your pleasure” i whine out before he shoves his cock in my mouth and starts to fuck into me

it’s like every time chris pulls out of my mouth, matt pushes into my hole. and when chris pushes back in, matt pulls out

it was a back and forth train of stimulation that sent my head into a spiral

i lost all my thoughts and all i could focus on was the whines and whimpers that poured out of my mouth into chris’s cock

“fuck keep moaning baby. it feels so good around my cock” chris whines out

“you’re squeezing- around my cock y/n.. fuck i don’t know how much longer i’m gonna last.” matt throws his head back as he starts to speed up the pace, sending me flying into chris’s dick

i know im gonna cum soon. i just feel so dirty, getting fucked and stuffed by two brothers in a public hot tub. it felt so nasty and so wrong, i couldn’t help but think of how hot that was

and imagining if someone caught us. how gross and nasty they would think i am. how much of a slut im being right now. fuck i’m gonna cum

i squeeze around matts cock as i let out my orgasm.

as soon as i finish i feel matt pull out of me, followed by trickles of warm liquid splatter all over my back.

“you’re such a fucking slut baby. you let guys cum all over you? you like when guys treat you like a fucking toy and use you to their liking?” chris continues to degrade

“fuck i’m gonna cum baby.” he finishes his final thrusts before coating my throat with his cum

he pulls out and i sit up in the hot tub with a fucked out expression, not being able to think for myself.

tears dry up against my face from not being able to breathe

matt starts to fix and play with my hair while chris wipes my eyes

“it’s okay baby, i still love you” chris says as kisses into my lips

i don’t respond. still trying to regain my sense

“we should probably get her back to the house” matt suggests

“yeah. let’s go” chris adds before he picks me up and carries me back to the car in a cradle position.

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a/n- hope yall enjoyed 😘 i put my back into this one fr

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bunnysbrainrot · 2 months

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Too Sweet

A series inspired by Hozier’s ‘Too Sweet’.

Relationship: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Content: No sexually explicit content, at least not yet. Some slight fluff? Slow burn vibes? Joel is kind of a dick (for once in my writings), but a protective dick.

Summary: You’re one of the newest arrivals in Jackson after a long trip to seek refuge. Now that you’re settling in, one of Jackson’s most integral men is the head of your first patrol. Will Joel be able to set aside that gruff demeanor for the sake of meeting someone new?

A/N: I’m so sorry about my recent hiatus, everyone. I’ve thought of this series for a while, to get me inspired again and to work towards something bigger. I’ve also thought about having some sections/chapters be from Joel’s perspective. Thoughts on that? Sorry it’s nothing spicy yet, but we’ll work up to it. Tensionnnn

The sound of birds echoed outside your bedroom window. By some miracle, you’d found a community, after so many months wandering either alone, or with the occasional group, but never for long. The mattress beneath you squeaks as you shift in your bed. Normally an irksome noise, but it reminded you that you were finally safe.

A faint light of dawn trickles through the gaps in the curtains, streaking around the room in a periwinkle hue. Your sluggish grog was slowly wearing off, while you processed your plans for that day. It was a Thursday, according to your new watch. God, you hadn’t realized how much you missed being able to tell the time. Who knows truly how long you’d been out there. Days blurring together, the minutes excruciatingly drawn out without company.

It was nice to be a part of something again.

Finally, you sat up in bed, rolling your head to stretch your neck. How long had it been since you had a proper pillow?

A smile crept onto your face. You’re better rested than ever, but an anxiety still ate away at you. Today was your first patrol outside of Jackson. You weren’t alone, of course, but the expectations you held for yourself could be your downfall.

“Okay, let’s do this,” you whispered to yourself.

Walking over to your dresser, you eyed yourself in a dusty mirror above the chest of drawers. A kind woman named Maria had provided you with a few new outfits when you’d first arrived a week ago. In the meantime until today, she’d given you those days to process and settle, and you were grateful for her patience.

When Maria had asked you what role you’d like in the community, she could see the steely glint in your eyes. Well seasoned from years of fighting and running, yet still a kernel of a protective rage.

You had expressed to her of your journey before finding Jackson. On that day she asked you how many of the dead you had taken out thus far.

“In total, by myself, well over three hundred, I would say. I don’t know, I think I lost track at some point.”

Her expression shifted to one of assurance, like they’d just gotten a worthy addition to their town. Someone who could protect what they’d all built.

She explained the basics of patrols, the routes laid out on an old map, with hand drawn trails and indicators of the area. You made an attempt to remember as much as you could, but surely you’d get good practice being out there, actually doing it.

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You check yourself before heading out the front door. This time of year, the weather has started to warm up, so your opted for a t-shirt, jeans, a light jacket, and a ‘new’ pair of hand-me-down boots.

The air outside was cleaner than you’d imagined. The scent of early morning breakfasts wafted through the breeze, bringing a pang to your stomach. Maria hadn’t mentioned how long patrols would take; you debated if you had time to grab something from a stall in the heart of town. Other residents had been given spaces to cook for the community, giving out easy meals for these hardworking people.

Turns out you did have time, to your relief. In a matter of minutes, you held a piping hot breakfast sandwich in your hands, its heat seeping into your chilled fingers.

A few folks wave a friendly ‘hello’ as you trek to the Southern side of Jackson, to its border wall to meet up with your patrol group. There was a huddle of both peiple and horses, you noticed, as you got closer. One of the people turned to you, giving a wave in recognition.

“Hi, am I late? I thought I’d have time to get breakfast,” you explained.

There was a woman with kind eyes who spoke next, “Not at all, these bastards just insist on getting up at 5:30.”

“That sure is an early start.”

“It gets them cranky like you wouldn’t believe,” she replied, quickly cut off by a new voice.

It was a gentleman who called to the group, “We all here?”

His voice wasn’t commanding, but it did put people into gear to check themselves. Clearly he was the one in charge of this patrol. The look in his eyes told you all you needed to know.

He might be someone to watch.

You turn to the woman, “I’m sorry to ask, but I don’t know anyone here yet. Is there any way you could give me a run-down of who everyone is?”

With a smile, she listed off the names of your group members, pointing them out. Some of them noticed and waved, others gave a slight smile, and others asked for your name. All were introduced until it was down to the man who’d rounded the group.

“And, that’s Joel. He’s head of the patrol.”

Your eyes shot to Joel now that you could put a name to the face. There was a moment of pause when you met his gaze, a moment frozen in time from his stare. He scanned over your face, down to your shoddy boots, and back to your eyes.

His expression doesn’t soften as he says, “Glad to have ya with us. Should be a horse on the way for you.”

Joel turns to face the gate as he rummages through his pockets for a folded map. He unfolds the paper until it spans across his horse’s shoulders.

The rhythmic clonk of a horse’s hooves came from behind. A familiar face approached with a stunning mare, it’s Maria.

“Mornin’ everyone, that should be it,” Maria traded off with you, handing you the mare’s lead. She spoke louder, announcing to the group. “Y’all stay safe out there. Shouldn’t be too bad, but it is getting warmer. Keep an eye out for groups.”

Members of your party nodded before Maria walked off, giving greetings to other folks who’d just begun to bustle around.

Your attention shifted back, specifically to Joel. It seemed that whatever he says, goes, so that’s what you’d follow.

Two men at the top of the wall made their way to the edges of the gate, hauling it open. Golden sunlight peeked above the mountains ahead, casting the world in a yellow glow.

Joel nodded, then a gruff, “Be smart. Stay close.”

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The sun was overhead now. You’d been out here for hours, keeping an eye out for any infected that roamed too close to camp. A while ago, you spotted one trapped in an abandoned cabin. Which was quickly dispatched by one of the men in your party.

That cycle repeated almost wordlessly amongst you all. Hardly a single word had been uttered aside from Joel’s occasional command or redirection.

For the most part, things were going smoothly. And after a few minutes of some peace and quiet, you realized you’d strayed away from your spot in the formation. Your horse had fallen in pace with a beautiful brown stallion, riding on top, was none other than the leader.

Joel.

You’d turned to see who it was, but were quickly met with another intense stare. Your gaze darts to the side as you issue an apology, “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to get so ahead of everyone.”

For the first time his expression does soften. A slight hint or kindness in his eyes. The corners of his eyes crinkle with his slight smile.

“It happens. Just… keep a lil’ distance. You’re new, can’t have you rushing ahead without someone else with you.”

The words would form a lecture if it weren’t for his tone. It wasn’t scrutinizing, but rather soft and protective.

His advice brings a smile out of you. A genuine one, for the first time in a while. Perhaps he wasn’t as much of a hard-ass as you’d assumed. You tug your horse’s reins to slow her pace, creating a few feet of space between you and Joel.

Yet even still, that smile he gave you kept your heart racing.

It would be a horrible idea, to fawn after him.

Right?

That thought had no effect on the tightness in your chest, or the fluttering in your stomach. Perhaps it was simply happiness that someone so hardened could be so easily friendly. A hard exhale later, you told yourself that it was the camaraderie that flustered you.

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The group had made their journey back to town. Aside from the occasional runner, there wasn’t much defense needed this morning. Once your group returned, you’d have lunch and trade off with the next group, and share your findings before they venture out.

You had let your mind wander as you rode with the group.

In a split second, your mare bucks in fright. There was no time to assess what scared her before you were shooting ahead, flying past your patrol group.

“Nonononono- NO! It’s alright, it’s alright-“ you cry, but it falls on deaf ears of a scared animal. Tugging on the reins made no difference. You still shot ahead of the others, directionless without someone to guide you.

“It’s alright, baby, you’re safe! You’re okay. It’s gone!” You plead to the horse to slow down. The reassurances don’t seem to be enough.

A thundering set of footsteps is heard behind you. In a swift move, Joel jabbed his horse with his heel, pushing himself to race ahead of you.

With the rush of the air and galloping hooves, you could hardly make out his instructions.

“What?!” You shouted.

“Pull the reins! And I mean pull!”

You gripped the leather of the reins, drawing them to your chest, tugging your horse’s head back and away. Her pace slowed, but she kept running, now to the left. You could make out a curse from Joel as he redirected.

In a stroke of luck, he made some headway. Joel’s horse zoomed forward, and merged directly in front of yours, and the interruption slowed the mare’s pace just enough.

Another tug of the reins helps her into a steady beat. Joel was directly ahead, now turned to the side to block more of the path. Your horse huffed and threw her head frustratedly. In that short time you had no clue just how far you’d strayed away - looking backwards told you that it was at least a few hundred meters.

Embarrassment showed in your flushed cheeks and wild expression, looking to Joel for some sort of scolding.

“I think something scared her. I.. I didn’t get a chance to see, it all happened so fast-“

Joel raised a hand to stop you mid-sentence. He didn’t wear a smile like before, but his expression wasn’t angry. If anything, he had that protective look once again.

“I know. They’re skittish, ‘specially her. She needs a little more control than the others.”

It’s a reassurance, truthfully. You breathed a sigh of relief knowing you weren’t on the shit list on the first day. Your breathing had slowed down now, though your heart still raced wildly in your chest.

He scanned your face thoroughly before he asked, “You alright?”

A nod is what you could muster. It’s enough for Joel to give a nod back before waving to the folks behind you, the rest of the group, to call them over.

“Maybe next time I’ll have a more confident horse. No offense….” you paused, “what’s her name?”

Joel’s lips tugged into a smile, “That’s Belle you’re ridin’. Poor girl hasn’t been out in a while, so she’s not as warmed up to this. But you did good with her, all things considered. Handled it well.”

You reached down to pat Belle on the side of her cheek, caressing her carefully.

“It’s okay, Belle. We’re with you. You’re alright now.”

A smile vanished from Joel’s face when you look back up at him. He cleared his throat, his eyes skirting away until your party began to join up with you two.

“It’s all good. Belle got the jitters. Let’s head home.”

With that explanation out of the way, the team could finally resume their return home. Along the way, Joel didn’t have much else to say, much to anyone actually. His silence was solemn - definitely not any invitation to strike up conversation.

Perhaps that’s how he’d always be - resigned, reserved, and off limits to everyone. A part of you ached at the thought of it.

For Joel, that loneliness could be his downfall.

Hi guys! Thanks for reading, I’m sorry if it seems a little boring, but it’s for the sake of the story building. TRUST it will get nasty soon. 🥰

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somanyratsinthewalls · 3 months

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Self-Doubt (+18)

Pairing: Sanji x Fem!Reader

WC: 2600

MINORS DNI

Summary: Sanji isn't himself after being rescued. You help him work through his big feelings

CW: HURT AND COMFORT. trauma? sex, oral sex, MOMMY KINK, boob suckin, unprotected sex (don't) creampies (also don't) and pet names.

(Not proof read my edible kicked in)

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After successfully rescuing your cook from Big Mom’s clutches, there was something off about him. Sanji wasn’t the same flirty, playful man that had left you at Dressrosa. He seemed distracted all of the time, like he was lost inside of his own head as he absentmindedly stirred pots and pans on the stove. His constant fawning over you, Nami, and Robin had slowed dramatically and hell, he barely even argued with Zoro anymore… that was the biggest red flag. You cared for your crew mate and friend deeply, so you were determined to help him out of this slump.

Your attempts at getting him to open up to you had repeatedly failed. Each time you asked him if something was bothering him or even just asking how he was doing, he would fake a smile and tell you not to worry about him. You couldn’t give up, you had to try harder.

One afternoon, you catch Sanji in the kitchen preparing for dinner.

“Smells good in here!” You say in a sing song voice you enter the galley and see your favorite cook at the counter chopping carrots.

“Y/n, darling, thank you. Anything you need?” Sanji briefly looks up at you to flash you a tired smile.

“Hmmm maybe…” You stroll into the large pantry and root around.

“Y/n if there’s something you desire, I’d be happy to fetch it for you, no need to dig around in there…” Sanji puts his knife down on the cutting board with a huff.

Before Sanji could step towards the pantry, you emerge with two wine glasses and a bottle of white wine in your hands.

“What do you say you shuck a couple of those oysters in the ice box and we can enjoy them with this,” You wiggle the wine bottle in Sanji’s direction. “Like we used to back the day? I know they’re your favorite. Remember when we’d have to put a chair under the door handle so Luffy wouldn’t come in and slurp them all down?”

Sanji chuckles lowly and shakes his head.

“Yes how could I forget? We would get so drunk, too…” He cracks a genuine smily briefly before it fades from his lips. “I’m not hungry. But if you’d like some, I can prepare some for you.”

You sigh.

“I don’t want them by myself. Will you at least have a glass of wine with me?” You smile and step closer to him.

“I can do that.” Sanji reaches into his pocket and retrieved his wine key. He takes the bottle and glasses from you. He opens the bottle and pours two large glasses full.

“Ice in yours?” Sanji asks.

“You always remember how I like things.” You nod and smile.

Sanji plops a few ice cubes into your glass. You raise yours.

“Cheers to having you back.” You say as you tip your glass in his direction.

Sanji hesitates, but eventually grabs his glass and clinked it with yours wordlessly. You both sip your drinks.

“If you don’t mind, darling, I have to finish preparing for dinner. You can stay if you’d like, but I can’t say I’m much of a conversationalist as of late…” Sanji throws a dish towel over his shoulder and continues his work on the vegetables.

“It’s fine. You don’t have to talk. I just like being around you.”

Sanji nods and you watch him cook in silence for the next hour. As you observed him, you notice the heavy grey bags under his eyes, it was now clear that he wasn’t sleeping. Every now and then he would reach up and rub at his neck, obviously sore and aching. You hated seeing him in such a state, but he made it clear he wasn’t ready to talk and you weren’t going to force it.

Once Sanji finishes the meal, you head out and gather the rest of the crew for dinner.

The meal was wonderful as always and your rowdy crew filled the room with raucous laughter and conversation. Once everyone had their fill of food and drink, they thanked Sanji and filed out of the dining room to entertain their own evening activities. Most of your crew mates had gone to bed, but since the night was clear and warm you decided to lay out on the deck and look for shooting stars with Chopper.

“You see those 5 big stars over there?” You say as you point into the distance.

“Yeah, I think so!” Chopper wiggles his ears.

“That constellation is called Pablo the Reindeer Warrior! He was a famous big strong reindeer who saved a city from destruction and became a hero!”

“Wow! Really?!” Chopper looks over at you.

“No, haha. I had you there!” You throw your head back and laugh.

“Aww, y/n no fair.” The little reindeer pouts.

“Sorry little buddy, it was too easy.”

After a few minutes go by you see a shooting star.

“Chopper did you see that!?” You turn to the side and see the tiny doctor fast asleep beside you. You smile and scoop him up in your arms and rise to your feet. You carry Chopper to his bed in the medical bay and tuck him in tightly. You yawn. It was late, but you wanted to see if Sanji was still doing dishes before you headed off to sleep.

Sure enough, as you enter the galley, Sanji’s slender figure was slumped over the sink finishing up the dishes.

“Hey San-“ You stop once you hear a sniffle.

You go silent and don’t move any further. Was he… crying?

“*sniff* y/n, it’s late.” Sanji chokes back something like a wet sob. “You should head to bed. *sniff*” Sanji says without turning around, right hand covering his face over the sink.

“Sanji… you’re… not okay…” You say softly as you approach him slowly. “And that’s okay… you just have to let someone help you… we’re a family and you don’t have to do anything alone…” You reach his trembling form and reach up to gingerly touch his shoulder.

Sanji jerks against your touch. You recoil your hand.

“No! Don’t you get it! I fucked up! I am fucked up!” Sanji removes his hand from his face, revealing red, wet eyes. “I put everyone in danger and it was all my fault…” Heavy tears spill over and cascade down his porcelain cheeks.

You immediately pull him into you and put your hand on the back of his head to push him into the crook of your neck. You wrap your other around around his shoulder to keep him close to your body. He cries harder.

“I can’t sleep, y/n… I keep having nightmares… It’s just too much…” Sanji breathes out into your skin, now wet from his tears. You stroke his hair.

“Sanji I understand why you might feel like that, but I promise you no one resents you for anything. You were doing what you thought would save us. We’re all just so happy to have you back.” You coo soothingly into his ear.

“You shouldn’t have come for me, I’m not worth it. I’m a disgusting monster…” Sanji sobs

You rub circles into his back.

“Hey, out of all the disgusting monsters we’ve fought over these years, I’m pretty sure you’re very low on the list.” You joke.

Sanji cries harder.

“Oh come on, you know I’m kidding. You’re not disgusting and you’re not a monster. Imagine Luffy hearing you say this? You know he wouldn’t stand for it.” You state firmly.

Sanji’s sobbing slows.

“Hey… why don’t you stay with me tonight?” You ask.

Sanji pulls back and looks in your eyes.

“What?” He questions.

“If you stay with me, you won’t be alone if you have a nightmare. You’ll feel better if you get a decent night’s sleep.” You wipe tears and snot from his princely face. “Please?” You persist.

“I… Ok…” Sanji resigns.

“Good, when you finish cleaning up, come to my room.” You push his hair back and retreat to your bedroom deep inside the ship.

You wash up and slip on a large clean shirt and boy short panties before you slide into bed. You sigh and stretch against your comfortable sheets.

*knock knock*

“Come in!” You holler from your bed. Sanji meekly peeks his head into your room and you smile and wave him in. He had cleaned up his face and combed his hair, his normal three piece suit swapped for grey sweats and a white tee.

“Hi!” You sit up in bed and pat the spot next to you in bed.

“A-are you sure you don’t want me to sleep on the loveseat?” Sanji asked as he pointed at the couch in the corner of your bedroom.

“Sleeping on a sofa isn’t going to make your quality of sleep any better. Shut up and get in here, cook.” You roll your eyes. Sanji delicately slides underneath your fluffy purple comforter and takes his place beside you.

“Good. Now get some sleep.” You reach up and turn out your bedside lamp. You settle yourself in, facing inwards curled on your side, how you always slept. You listen to Sanji’s nervous, heavy breathing for a few moments before he spoke.

“Y/n?”

“Yes?” You open your eyes and look up at him.

“Could I… hold you?” He asks with a shaky breath.

“Of course. Come here.” You pull Sanji’s head down to lay between your breasts and he wraps him arm around your waist. You throw your leg over his hip and begin stroking his hair. Sanji couldn’t help but nuzzle his nose deeper into the crease of your breasts through your shirt. You smirk. After a few minutes of innocent cuddling, you feel Sanji’s hand on your side slip up your shirt and caress your naked back. The next thing you notice is the very slight grinding up his hips up into you. He was so cute like this, you couldn’t help but want to let him play… Maybe this is what he needed?

“Here baby…” you quickly pull back and remove your shirt, breasts falling into Sanji’s face in the process. You lay back down and pull his head back to your tits. “Go ahead and suck, sweetheart…” You guide his lips to your erect nipple.

“Y/n yes…mmmpphh…” Sanji moans around your pert bud, continued to rut his hips into you. You arch your back and sigh at the sensation of his plush lips on your breast.

Sanji sucks hungrily at your tit as he brings his hand to knead and squeeze at your other one.

“Mmmmph.. thank you.. so perfect…” Sanji mutters as he pulls off your breast to give the other one the same attention, a sloppy string of saliva now connecting them. Minutes went by with Sanji just desperately suckling your chest, little whimpers leaving his lips every now and then…

“Feels so good, sweet boy, so good for me…” You coo as you tug at his hair.

“Hmmppph… fuck… thank you mommy….” Sanji groans into your chest.

You eyes snap open.

*Oooooh, so that’s what he’s into… you know what? That makes sense…”

It might not be something you were used to, but you were happy with providing Sanji with whatever he needed in this very moment. You pull him gently by his hair out of your breasts and look into his glassy eyes.

“Wanna be a good boy and fuck me, Sanji?”

“Gods, more than anything.” Sanji bolts upright and sheds himself of his shirt and sweats, long cock standing at attention. You snap out of your daze staring at Sanji’s large member and shimmy off your panties. You spread your legs wide to entice him to enter you already. Sanji hovers over you.

“Fuck me, Sanji.” You buck your hips up at him.

“I can’t… not yet…”

“What?” You sit up on your elbows.

“Gotta taste you first… smells so nice…” Sanji drops to his stomach between your legs and spreads your glistening lips with his fingers. “Fucking pretty…” Sanji sighs before diving into your cunt and attaching his lips to your clit. You yelp out in surprise and pleasure. Sanji makes out with your clit as his saliva and your slick dris down the rest of your sex, soaking your skin and the bed under you. You writhe and moan under his tongue as your feel him start to play with both of your holes with his wet thumb and forefinger. His finger teases your soaked pussy as his thumb applied pressure in circles around your tight ass, all as he slurped on your clit. You found yourself hurtling towards an explosive ending very quickly.

“Shit, Sanji!” You cry out and grip his hair as you cum violently all over Sanji’s face. The moan he let out as you released on him might have been as loud as your own, it was filthy and pornographic.

Sanji takes one last lick of your sex before coming back up to hover over you.

“You’re really fucking good at that.” You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck.

Sanji chuckles and leans down to give you a passionate kiss. The flavor of your orgasm on his lips was making your head spin.

“Wanna fuck you now…” Sanji whispers as he pulls back from you.

“You can fuck me baby, I wanna feel you…”

Sanji straddles one of your legs and pulls the other to wrap around his hip, turning you slightly on your side. He wastes no time in pushing his swollen cock into your seeping hole. Sanji stutters and gasps as he bottoms out inside of you, overwhelmed at the feeling of your warm walls sucking him in so tightly.

“Y/n… fuck…” Sanji pants and pulls out of you just slightly, admiring your slick coating his shaft already.

“So good baby, you stretch me out so good…” You purr as you run your hand up and down his chest.

“Shit…” Sanji pushes back in, all the way to his pelvis and grinds into you, making sure to press into your clit. He continues grinding his hips in circles against yours.

“Yes! Just like that, so fucking good baby!” You cry out and throw your head back, this particular position had Sanji able to stimulate all of your senses.

“A-ah- Fuck! You’re squeezing me so tight! A-are you gonna cum?” Sanji stutters as he tries to keep his pace while fucking into you.

“Yes honey, I’m gonna cum. Keep going, make mommy cum, baby- Ah!” You cry out and your dam bursts all over Sanji’s legs and pelvis.

“Mommy! Fuck, ah! Can’t hold it, gotta.. gotta fill you! Please!” Sanji shouts as his hips move more erratically.

In your post orgasm daze you whisper out a short “cum in me, please” and Sanji does just so with a loud groan, surely heard by everyone on the ship. You whimper as you feel him shooting rope after rope of thick white into your womb. Once his body stopped shaking on top of you, Sanji pushed himself off and flopped down next to you in bed.

“Y/n…” Sanji turns to you and grabs your cheek. “Thank you…”

You shake your head.

“Don’t thank me. I’d be doing this with your no matter what had happened. You mean so much to me…” You look up into Sanji’s blue eyes.

“I… I don’t deserve you…” Sanji looks away.

“Hey.” You tilt his chin up to you. “No more of that. I thought I made that very clear.” You giggle and place a quick kiss on his lips. Sanji smiles.

“I’ll never leave you again. I promise.”

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Silly Hobbies: Primarch Edition

Apparently I wrote too much according to tumblr, so I'm sorry if it's choppy :[

Lion El'Johnson - He actually really loves analyzing "literature"; but not normal literature like Shakespeare or Kafka. He likes analyzing things like The U.S Constitution and The Treaty of Versailles. He does this because he thinks it will help him diplomatically (it doesn't, nobody gets why he does it otherwise, not even his sons).

Fulgrim - This man knows how to dance to every K-Pop song known to man. He can throw it back to "Baby Got Back" and has tried to teach Sanguinius and Ferrus Manus how (It didn't go well, Ferrus threw his back out ). This man knows the exact choreography to "Womanizer", "Nude" and so many other songs.

Perturabo - He likes making useless contraptions; like infomercial level sort of inventions. He has invented bread-dogs, a time-machine to go back exactly two seconds for each use, a voice-recording recorder, etc. He uses Dorn to test it out, despite their... feelings for one another. He knows that Dorn will give him a blunt answer; even if he is told that the invention is "stupid".

Jaghatai Khan - He's really good at acrobatics, specifically everything with the asymmetrical bars; this man could easily escape a pack of dogs with a pen in his pocket (If anyone gets this reference I will be so proud). He attempted to teach Angron how to do the basics, but it didn't go that well; the man is just simply not flexible enough yet.

Leman Russ - This is a secret that he will take to his grave because he suffers from major internal misogyny. He knows how to knit, and he's REALLY good. He grew up on a planet that is 75% of the time below zero, of course the second he got ahold of yarn and wool he got to making warm things for his marine-sons! However, he plays it off as things like: "the citizens of Fenris have donated these for our cause".

Rogal Dorn - He likes making massive forts, societies and various massive structures in Minecraft, with Legos, Lincoln Logs, and those small, ceramic Christmas towns. They're usually quite extensive, but not extravagant. He will pester Perturabo and Magnus to look at them, and this often leads to debates about how these civilizations would function.

Konrad Curze - He teaches cooking classes; however, they are not pleasant. At the end of meal prep, all students are covered in blood due to Konrad butchering whatever protein they had prepared. The food actually tastes amazing, however the process of making it is certainly a battle within itself. Sevatar is his sous chef, which means he frequently has to do most of the work that isn't butchering.

Sanguinius - Honestly, animal rehabilitation. I know this sounds absolutely odd, but due to him having wings, he has to know how to keep a healthy batch of feathers! He's excellent at bird handling, and actually really enjoys it. He's saved at least 54 birds (he doesn't get to find many, his sons typically try to steer him away).

Ferrus Manus - Dude actually makes some really mean jewelry; like the man makes the permanent ankle chains, ring engravements, earrings (with the help of Fulgrim). He's made a lot for his brothers like Leman, Fulgrim, Magnus, and the Khan. They're all very appreciative (though Ferrus has to make Leman a special mixture so he doesn't chew through it by accident).

Angron - He does extreme sports! It helps focus on something that doesn't direct his anger at things that he doesn't need to focus on. It's somewhat funny to think of him riding a BMX, but his absolute favorite is bungee-jumping! He has forced demanded that his sons and brothers try it to "toughen them up". However, nobody except Konrad wanted to. (They both had a great time! One of the few times they've actually bonded over anything.)

Guilliman - He enjoys grading papers... He enjoys signing up to grade the essays of AP classes on Terra and does it every year if he has the time. He takes the pleasure of learning things about literary merit from other people's perspectives, and every time it makes him consider becoming a professor (even though it would be highly impractical).

Mortarion - He enjoys escape rooms, especially with Konrad and Horus. They actually usually have a great time, though sometimes they have to stop Konrad from digging into the walls. He actually commissioned Perturabo to make an elaborate escape room with hatches and secret pathways all around a set of shipping containers. It was so fun that he actually decided to keep it. (He still discovers new routes and puzzles in it every time he goes in.)

Magnus the Red - He plays Dungeons and Dragons with Khan, Guilliman, Perturabo and Alpharius and Omegon. He ALWAYS is the Dungeon Master, no matter what. This is not because he is selfish and possessive (he is a little), but because nobody in the group can seem to maintain a regular gaming schedule. They have simply resorted to Magnus being the godly controller of their games.

Horus Lupercal - This man fishes. I'm sorry, he does the straight, white man fishing and poses. He takes pictures of the fish with the awkward raised arm but genuine smile. He sometimes gives the fish to Konrad, however, less so after finding out from his students what happens during his classes.

Lorgar Aurelian - He writes fanfiction. He likes to show Magnus and Horus his angsty stuff. This stuff is even enough to make Magnus cry a little. Lorgar, however, also writes smut. I believe that this man has never had the intimate touch of any person. Not because he's celibate, but because he's a bitch. The smut's written like in the early days of Wattpad. It's disastrously bad (Think "his meat-cicle entered her mound"). Leman found it one time, he tormented Lorgar for weeks with it.

Vulkan - He bakes! He has learned all the favorite sweets of all of his brothers, making sure to surprise them occasionally whenever they haven't spoken in a while. He loves it whenever there are big events, gives him a chance to see all of his brothers and see them enjoy his work. (There have been some small altercations due to people hoarding food)

Corvus - He likes fashion; but not in a New York fashion week way, more of an Edna from The Incredibles way. He uses the help of Ferrus and Leman to help sew cloaks, shape up boots, and they use Sanguinius and Fulgrim to model it to make sure it looks good and it works.

Alpharius Omegon - They like mimicking their brothers as much as possible; in a "try to look exactly like them" way. It is actually really impressive, even going past the uncanny valley vibe. This led to Mortarion walking in on two versions of himself standing at his bedroom door and it made him piss his pants; and nobody believed him when he told the rest of them.

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unoislazy · 6 months

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I Am No Coward

(Part 2)

Mizu x Fem! Reader

Summary: You find out that your brothers wife cannot cook for shit.

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You and Mikio hadn’t spoken since your last argument. It wasn’t much of an argument as much as it was you just yelling at him, but regardless you both hadn’t talked since. You said nothing to him any time he entered a room, you turned away and continued whatever activity or conversation you held before he entered.

Oh you were mad, beyond that even, but you tried your best not to let it show when around Mizu. Despite your anger towards Mikio you didn’t want it to affect how Mizu viewed him, if she even valued your opinion that much by this point. You helped her out with chores that Mikio had more or less just tossed on her, which were things that you had already been in charge of beforehand. You constantly told her there was no need for her to help, and that if you handled it before, you could handle it now, but she would always insist on helping.

So you let her.

It was coming close to sundown so you gathered up as many ingredients as you thought necessary and set them out to begin cooking. As you had set out your ingredients you had noticed someone enter the room through your peripheral vision. You turned a bit, not wanting to give the person your full attention or acknowledgement in case it had been Mikio, but you quickly realized that the person was actually Mizu. Now knowing this, you greeted the woman with a wide smile and beckoned her to join you.

“Would you like to help me prepare the food?” You asked as she knelt down beside you. She looked at all the ingredients you had set out with a confused look very evident on her face.

“I can try… but I’ve never actually cooked before.” She admitted, looking up from the food and towards you. Your smile never faltered, as you turned back to the now heated pot before you.

“We all have to start somewhere right? Here, why don’t you chop some of these.” You instructed, pushing some vegetables towards her and handing her the knife. You could see her eyes light up almost the instant she looked at the knife, happy to finally see something she knew how to properly use without help. She nodded at you before chopping to her heart's content. You on the other hand began to get the spices and other parts of the meal prepared before the vegetables.

You were nowhere near the level of a chef, you simply had to learn the hard way what worked with cooking and what didn’t. In the very beginning of your stay with Mikio, you fondly remember him taking at least some time out of his day to help teach you some basics to cooking. You wished you could somehow convince him to go back to the way he was, but you couldn’t change him and you knew that, and at this point you didn’t want Mizu to get hurt trying. She was his wife after all but you still felt awful sitting by and watching as he ignored all of her attempts to get on his good side.

On the bright side of everything, you truly enjoyed Mizu’s company and you made sure it was obvious to her. She always seemed so genuinely interested in everything you showed her how to do, from cleaning the stables, to cleaning the house, feeding the horses, and now even cooking. She was making an effort to adjust to this new life and she had not a single complaint about it. It had taken you a moment to get used to two other people being around all the time, but when it came to Mizu you welcomed it with open arms.

She was a lot more clumsy than one might initially believe her to be. The amount of times she had tripped or dropped a bucket while cleaning was enough to count on two hands. It seemed to you as if she wasn’t used to the apparel she now wore everyday which struck you as a bit odd, but you truly didn’t put any more thought into it. If anything, you found her slip ups pretty adorable for someone so tall and quiet.

“What do I do with them?” You heard Mizu ask, snapping you out of your thoughts almost immediately. You looked towards the dark haired women, quickly noticing the now entirely full plate. She had minced every single thing you had given her and it was clear that she was eagerly waiting for more.

“Oh, just set those aside for now. Here take this.” You instructed, handing her a small bowl of spices as you grabbed the stacked plate of vegetables.

“Just add a pinch into the pot while I try and find…” Your voice trailed off as you continued to search the area for your missing utensils. You could’ve sworn you had placed a ladle out along with the rest of your ingredients. You turned every which way, not seeing it anywhere as you placed the plate down and stood up. You looked back at Mizu who was holding a now empty bowl of spices, but this fact had gone completely unnoticed by you.

“You can add a few of those in, I just need to go and find a ladle.” You said, pointing at what Mizu needed to do next before walking off. Once you had quickly found the utensil you had needed you returned to the room to find Mizu now holding three barren spice containers. This time you indeed noticed.

Your eyes widened as you looked towards Mizu, then the pot, then back at Mizu who was just looking at you with a blank stare. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as you thought, there's a possibility she might’ve just added the right amount and… the rest just disappeared.

You knelt down near the pot, carefully stirring the soupy concoction with your new found ladle, and very carefully gave it a small sip.

Your face very quickly contorted into a sour grimace as you placed the ladle down. You noticed how Mizu’s blank stare very quickly turned to disappointment and you immediately felt horrible, despite the whole situation truly not being that big of a deal.

“I should’ve been more descriptive.” You reassured Mizu, she had told you she never cooked before so you probably should’ve taken more caution when instructing her.

“Is it fixable?” She asked, looking towards the plate of vegetables with a hopeful gaze.

“As much as I want to approve that idea, those aren’t going to fix this.” You joked, earning a bit of a pout from the woman. You snickered a bit at her reaction, before handing her some water. “This should dilute it a bit.” You offered, handing her the bowl. Just as she was about to pour the water in you stopped her, having thought of a harmless yet still annoying prank. You grabbed a separate bowl and poured some of the non-diluted soup in, then told Mizu to continue pouring the water in. She watched you set the bowl aside with pure confusion before adding more water.

“What’s that bowl for?” She asked, now putting the empty bowl down.

“Don’t worry about it. Now where are the vegetables?” You questioned, it wasn't exactly directed at Mizu, it was more or less just you speaking aloud. You both search around the very small area taken up by your cooking materials before you spotted them. You reached for them with haste but you hadn't realized that Mizu had too. She had managed to put her hand on the side of the plate before you had, so you ended up lightly grazing her hand with your own. You immediately retracted your hand, not wanting the moment to linger, but at the same time there was some part in you that did.

You very quickly just chalked it up to an intrusive thought, afterall you were not going to make moves on your brother's wife, you accidentally touched hands, it was nothing more than that, calm down.

So that's what you did, you retracted your hand and paid no mind to the action as if it had never happened before telling Mizu to throw the vegetables into the broth. She nodded, doing just as she was told, and dumped them in and as if by some miracle, the food began to smell really good, just the way it should.

While you both waited for the food to finish cooking, you thought it a good time to just talk to the woman.

“So… How are you and Mikio getting along?” You asked, turning to Mizu who was now blankly staring at her hands that were placed carefully on her lap. You could sense the inner turmoil on whether or not she should answer truthfully, so you decided to help her out a bit.

“If you wish to speak ill of my brother, trust me I won’t be mad.” You began to reassure her lightheartedly. “I guarantee that your complaints would equal mine.” You continued, earning an acknowledging smile from her.

“I don’t think he likes me all that much.” She admitted quietly as if she was ashamed to have said so. You looked towards her with a bit of pity evident in your gaze, not because you pitied her not being liked by Mikio, but because you pitied her for even valuing his opinion of her in the first place. You had to remind yourself, she is his wife now so it would only be natural for her to want him to at least show some approval of her. That only made his current treatment of her even more upsetting in your eyes.

“I’d say not to pay him any mind, he’s just a grouchy old man who doesn’t see potential in anything that wont get him back his honor.” You explained, sounding as if you were joking but you both knew you werent.

“Has he always been this way?” She asked, turning towards you a bit more to show her interest in your response. You smiled a bit, not looking up at her as you told her,

“No. He used to be very kind and patient, I’m sure you would’ve loved him had you met him before… but now? Ever since he lost his title he’s been so hellbent on regaining his honor that he truly doesn’t care about much else.” You rambled slightly, your hand balling into a fist a bit as you clutched onto the fabric of your clothes, trying not to let yourself get lost in the emotions of what was. As much as you missed the old Mikio, you knew even then he still had his flaws. You remembered vividly how he refused to teach you anything related to fighting, he claimed it was too dangerous but once you had argued it was more dangerous for you to not know how to defend yourself, he dropped the topic entirely and avoided you any time you would try and bring it up again.

That’s why you were so intrigued when you found out that Mizu was able to fight. You had hoped to one day work up the courage and ask her to teach you because you knew, especially by this point, your brother was in no position to change his mind. You figured now was not the best time to ask as you looked up to the woman whose brilliant blue eyes were staring back at you, a sympathetic expression on her face.

“Well, at least you know if you ever get tired of dealing with him, you can always come and find me.” You smiled at her, trying to cover up any negative feelings you might have let slip while thinking about your brother. You wanted her to get to know him for herself and make that decision on her own. The last thing Mizu needed was someone telling her how horrible her husband is, after she had just married him, that was sure to go south fast.

Mizu gave you a small smile before turning back to the boiling pot which definitely smelled like it was ready. Very eager to try her first guided attempt at cooking, Mizu began to pour out the soup mixture into different bowls.

You, however, had kept the bowl with leftover undiluted soup and purposefully placed it down where Mikio always sat.

It hadn't taken long for both Mikio and Mizu’s mother to join you two at the table, both of them just as eager to eat as you and Mizu were. Before you ate however, you made a point to Mikio that,

“Yours is a special recipe, I just wanted to try something different than usual.”

Making sure to keep any of the blame for the tastefully challenged meal off of Mizu. Both Mizu and Mikio looked towards you, the same lack of certainty spread across their faces as they looked towards Mikio’s bowl. It didn’t look too much different from the rest of the dishes, but the moment Mikio placed the bowl to his lips and took not even a full second of a taste, he knew what was wrong. His face scrunched just as yours had done when you originally tasted the extremely strong broth. He immediately placed the bowl down, trying to suppress the urge to cough or spit it out to not look bad in front of Mizu and her mother. You watched on in glee as he proceeded to make himself look like an idiot, all while he sent an unrelenting glare your way.

“I see you must have forgotten a few steps.” Mikio muttered through several coughs. You merely smiled, very cheekily one might add, at the man before commenting,

“I guess you’re just not strong enough to handle that taste.” You shrugged before sipping your own food, which evidently tasted much better than his. He knew you were trying to get under his skin, the worst part in his eyes, was that it was working. He knew you were upset, he knew you didn’t like the way he had been acting, but he also believed he knew what was for the best. He believed if he continued working everything would go back to the way it was and then you would no longer have a reason to be so petty towards him. He wasn’t ready to be swayed on his thinking, so he wouldn’t be.

The three of you ate in peace before Mikio fully placed his bowl down and stood up, claiming that he had more work to finish up before leaving the room in silence. Mizu looked towards the door the man had just walked out of. Her expression wasn’t easy to read but she definitely didn’t exactly seem sad that he had left. She then turned to you, gesturing to Mikio’s now abandoned plate and asked,

“What was that for?”

“Just… some sibling rivalry. Nothing really.” You answered. It wasn’t exactly a lie. In a way you were rivals but you just hadn’t realized how yet.

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yunietunie · 9 months

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Coming Home. [nsfw]

Months without Johnny while he was in deployment led to lonely nights, lonely thoughts, and even more lonely needs. Caught in a rut when he returns home and decides he needs to have some "dessert".

F!Reader, smut, MDNI, established relationship, boyfriend!Soap, pnv, unprotected!sex

Months. It had been months since you last saw him. Off to some bloody deployment where he risks his life all for the sake of his job. You had to be no-contact to ensure Johnny’s safety, and perhaps even yours. Sure it irritated you because the distance made you fear he’d never love you again when he came back, but what could you do?

Finding yourself in your lonely house, it was quiet. The same routine for the repeating months. Wake up, eat, work, come home, eat again, sleep. It was boring, but it’s all you could do while you slept in your empty bed. Sometimes muttering to yourself about something that irritated you.

Thoughts constantly run through your mind rent free, churning your stomach, preparing for the worst. But then the thoughts soon turned into something else. Instead of churning, a low pressure built in your lower stomach as you sat on the vacant couch by yourself. He should be back soon right? You didn’t know how much longer you could just deal with your slim fingers instead of him.

You needed him. To fill your needy cunt. To tear you in half. His scent. His accent. His rough hair and stubble. Anything regarding him. You didn’t know how much longer you could do without it. As you kept thinking, your hand began to glide under your pants. The heat off your pussy was radiating. You were practically pulsating in how bad you needed it.

“Dinner first.” You remind yourself before taking your hand away and out of your pants. Walking towards the kitchen, you turned on some music to listen to as you made dinner for yourself. Slightly humming to yourself, taking out a pot and filling it with hot water then putting some food to boil into it. Probably some soup would taste great right now.

Your hips swaying as you began cooking, the smell of the soup filling your nose, made your mouth water. That was until you felt a large pair of hands on your waist. It made you jolt and immediately whip over to who the intruder was. It was Johnny. You were too focused on making soup that you didn't even hear him come in. He had a small smile on his face as he embraced you tightly in a loving way.

“I missed you so, so much.” Johnny said, his nose falling to the nape of your neck, tickling the flesh from his breath. His grip on your body tightening. Attempting to ignore the knot in your stomach, you hug him equally as hard, pulling slightly apart to place a small peck on his lips. A smile tugs to his lips.

“Whatcha’ makin’?” The scotsman asked you, peeking over your shoulder at the steaming pot.

“It's just some soup.” You replied with a small giggle.

“Would you like some?” You asked while looking up at him, his hands resting on your hips were driving you up a fucking wall. It was so good to see him, it really was. But man. The thoughts would not goddamn stop.

“Of course, bonnie.” Johnny said with a grin as he sat down at the bar stool across from where you were cooking. After a few minutes you pour both of yourselves a hot bowl of soup, serving it to him first.

“So…. How was your deployment?” You asked quietly before sipping on your meal. A grunt escaped his throat as he put down his spoon, a small sigh after.

“Well, I am scurnned. Ol’ man wouldn’t get off my arse about anything.” Johnny would complain before divining back into the soup bowl once more. It made you wonder. You wish that bowl was you at that moment. Clenching your thighs together under the table, you try to simmer yourself down.

“Did you–at least get what you were supposed to get?” You asked, attempting to push the image out of your mind before you too went in for another bite.

“Aye. We did, me and Ghost.” He replied with a small smirk.

“Not to brag, but yer boyfriend is a wee bit braver than others, bonnie.” His accent rolled off his tongue with a stoic and cocky expression before he finished devouring his bowl. He sits patiently waiting for you to finish yours as well. Johnny’s eyes were wandering you and you knew it too. That surely didn’t help how you were feeling and the pressure began to throb sensely. You shook it off, the man JUST got home, you thought you had to give sometime before indulging.

After finishing your own bowl, you get up, the wooden chair scraping against the tile flooring. Taking both of your bowls, you walk over to the sink and place them in there, rinsing them off. You couldn’t help but feel his eyes bore into your back as you washed the dishes. Then you were on your way to walk out of the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Johnny’s voice asked you from behind. You swivel your body to his tone.

“Oh, uh well I was just gonna sit in the living room.” You replied with a raised eyebrow.

“I haven’t had any dessert yet?” Johnny asked in a kind of curious tone, after getting up from the chair, he was now walking towards you.

“I think we have some chocolates in the pantry if–” Cut off by a pair of warm lips against yours. A hand on your waist as he began to deepen the kiss, which only made you whine in his mouth and your eyes widen.

Leading you by your waist back to the kitchen counter top where he then lifted you onto to sit upon, not letting his lips tear apart from yours. He placed a free hand in your hair then parted away from your supple lips.

“Johnny?” You asked in question as to what he was doing, the knot returning to you. Your heart was racing a little bit more now as you looked to his eye level now. He seems to examine the kitchen counter top before returning his gaze back to yours with a smirk.

“I’ve spent months with outcha’, bonnie. I want yer lips on mine. I want to taste you in more ways than just yer tongue.” Johnny admitted as a hand slipped under your loose t-shirt, reaching just under your tit. An index finger just barely grazing the top of your already stiffened nipple, which instantly made your body pop with goose bumps.

The dampness between your already messy pussy was hiding in your soaked panties. He leaned you back onto the cold laminate of the kitchen counter top, looking down at you with satisfaction.

“Can I have my dessert now?” He pleaded while he looked at your face. It already grew hot the moment he placed his lips on yours, but now, you swear your face could be used as a hot iron. You nod in response, giving him simple permission. That was enough for both of his hands to slide your sweats down, then throw them on the floor.

His eyes were met with a scene. It made him rock hard instantly seeing the wet spot between your thighs and in your panties with him barely doing anything. Slithering one of his fingers at the hem of them, pushing them off smoothly, disregarding them on the floor. Johnny licked his rough fingers until there was a sleek shine on them before sliding them in with ease. It had been so long since you had some type of girth within you, forcing a yelp from your throat.

“Better than yours, bonnie?” He would ask in a rusky tone before leaning down and placing his lips around your pulsating clit. While pumping you full with just two fingers, he sucked and nibbled on your desperate clit. It was like you were ready to cum right on the spot. You look down at him who was enjoying the pretty sounds you made while he ate and fingered you. Without a warning, he put another finger in. 3 in total.

Your moans turned into whines and whimpers while you writhed on top of the counter top under him. He made sure to make a mental note of your sweet spots and your singing voice. He always loved how loud you’d get with him, he loved knowing that only he could make you sound like this.

“Please– Just, right there, right there,” You begged as he finally hit your spot. It almost felt like you were going to die by overstimulation even though it wasn’t his dick just yet. He continued moving at his own pace, making sure to give your clit attention as well as your hands tugged and pulled at his mohawk.

It had only just started and you already came around his fingers and tongue embarrassingly quick. Having a few heavy and fast breaths leave your chest, he lifted his head and looked at you between your thighs.

“You taste so good. I fucking missed my girl.” Johnny would purr, his hot breath against your pussy, licking his chaps like some wolf in heat. He wasn’t done, not even close.

“Let me have you.” He said more than asked for your permission. You give another small nod in response. Then your world flipped upside down when he turned you onto your stomach, your legs dangling off the counter top. How he missed the sight of your perfect ass in front of him.

He’d slap you hard once, watching your ass move to his touch, making him groan at the sight. It made you jolt to say the least.

“Such a pretty ass.” He’d whisper before placing both his hands on top of your butt, rubbing the skin slightly, just feeling you. Before you knew it, you could feel his twitching cock against your hot pussy. He’d rub against your slit, to prepare you before splitting you open. His tip would pop in soon after, making your body jerk at the feeling. It had been so long since you were dicked down.

He placed a hand on your hip for grip. A free hand grabbing a handful of your hair, making your back arch. Johnny stayed still with his tip resting into you, making sure you’d get adjusted to his cock once more since it had been a while.

Not for long though. Sliding inch by inch, he was finally balls deep. His tip was buried into your pussy, pushing into your cervix which earned you a grunt from him. How he loved stuffing his cock so deep into you, making your walls a mold for him and him only. He would pull your head back by the roots of your hair, so he could reach even deeper into you.

“Jesus–” Johnny would mutter as he almost felt his own eyes betray him by fluttering slightly, engulfed by your warmth around his sensitive cock. That’s when his breathing started to get heavier, more shallow, more ragged. His thrusts began soft and gentle, making sure to hear your singing voice again.

Your eyes widened at the feeling of you being stretched apart again, now by his cock. You loved being his pretty cock-hungry girl. He started with deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out and sliding back in slowly, just savoring the moment. You whined and whimpered. You were almost ashamed by how close you were close to cumming again.

“Im goin’ to fuck the shit out of my girl.” He said, pulling your hair again to bring your ear closer to his lips to make sure you heard him. You’d mewl as he continued to move at a steady pace, making sure to observe your shivering and trembling body underneath him.

Soft grumbles and groans escaped him as he fucked you nice and slow, plunging his cock so deep inside you, you weren’t sure if it’d come out. That’s when it happened, no warning, no words, no nothing before his hips began to slam into you. His hand moved from your hair to your throat just under your chin, his thumb resting on the inside of your mouth.

You’d wail and writhe under him as he pounded into you, bruising your cervix with his tip. His grip on your hip tightening, making sure to leave his hand print on you as a mark. Your slick pussy gives him access to sink into you. Your walls gripped onto his twitching cock.

“Yer such a good girl for me. Can you tell how much I missed you?” Johnny’s hot breath meeting with your ears as he whispered to you.

“Taking me so well, naughty girl.” He’d whisper as he fucked you stupid on your kitchen counter top. Liquid would seep down between your thighs and dribble down to your ankles. Your legs quivered as you felt him destroying you from the inside. Your eyes began to threaten to throw tears out of them, even as your eyes began to roll to the back of your head. Your tits bouncing up and down with each one of his thrusts.

You were melting under him and he made sure to make you hear how good you made him feel. Nibbling your ear, grunting into it somewhat loudly, some were more airy. He was definitely in a rut, especially from not fucking your tight cunt for so, so long. This was his first thought when he saw you cooking in the kitchen.

“Let me make you cum, bonnie.” He pleaded as his movements amped up more, faster and deeper within you. You didn't think it was possible, but here he was, pounding you so hard you were sure you’d have to call off of work for tomorrow. His thrusts were vigorous, making some of the plates and silverware on the countertop rattle under it. Your moans were becoming louder with each one as you were coming close to finishing.

Your walls clenched down on him harder as you came all around him, some ending up running down your thighs. He’d let you ride out your orgasm as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

“I'm going to breed you, naughty girl. Let me fill you.” He said with a gravely and hoarse voice as he was getting closer to painting your walls white. Your cervix was pierced from his dick, it was burning you from the inside. But what's fun without some pain? With one quick movement, he wrapped his toned arms around your ribcage, just under your tits. Then he gave a last forcible thrust and ended up cumming into you, filling you with his hot seed.

He’d stay with his cock buried deep inside you, making sure to get every last drop out before letting go of your ribcage with his arms. Some of his cum would leak down your thighs when it began escaping out, even with him inside. Johnny would slide himself out after a bit and you laid yourself on the countertop, panting.

He’d move over and lean over you, giving you soft reassuring kisses on your lips. Your body shivered and twitched even after his cum would spill out of you some more. You were a complete mess.

“I missed my girl so much.”

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delcakoo · 1 year

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Just thinking about having a sleepover with Niki and when the others come in to check on you guys, they see that Niki is spooning you with a tight hold and then when they are making breakfast, he’s back hugging you refusing to let go, not caring about the teasing his Hyungs are doing -🧋

love how we’re all in niki brainrot ,, ty for the req boba love hope u enjoy <3

9:18AM — sleeping over at your boyfriend’s dorm taught you that 1) he was not a morning person, and 2) you being next to him in bed seemed to make that fact even worse.

“jus’ a few more minutes baby, seriously,” riki mumbles into the crook of your neck, breath tickling your skin softly. even his leg was wrapped tightly over yours, preventing you from any route of escaping his warm embrace.

you sigh. as much as you love the affection, you felt bad for the boys working hard outside to prepare a meal without you two. “we should go help them, c’mon.”

as if he was listening in on the conversation, sunghoon bursts in at that exact moment, clapping his hands annoyingly loud. “times up, kiddos! food’s almost ready and it’s your turn to help out,” he announces, ignoring how the male in bed lazily attempts to throw a pillow at his face. “and niki-ah, jay told you to leave the door open by at least 3 inches last night.”

all sunghoon gets in response is an annoyed groan as riki attempts to dig further under the sheets, only for you to sit up and throw them off him moments later.

“sorry, we’ll be there in a minute.” you smile awkwardly, elbowing your boyfriend as the elder wishes you a pitiful ‘good luck’ before heading to the kitchen.

luckily, it only takes a couple more promises of attention later and reminders of all the delicious food outside for riki to finally get up himself, adjusting his white tank top and tangled hair before following you out the door. the boys all coo at your entry and offer sweet welcomes and greetings — completely contrasting how niki only gets a few aggressive pats on the shoulder.

“hey y/n, wanna take a turn flipping these?” jungwon gestures to the pan cooking pancakes with a sleepy expression, offering you the spatula with a grin once you accept.

everything was going swiftly; the once empty plate next to the stove now containing a tower of buttermilk pancakes, as well as sunoo’s hashbrowns being halfway done. it was almost suspicious how riki had left you alone for more than five minutes, but your confusion quickly went down the drain as two sly arms wrapped around your waist with ease.

“do you need something?” you mumble, trying your best to wobble over to the cupboards and get the syrup despite having another human glued to your back.

riki scoffs, placing his chin on your shoulder. “i don’t need a reason to hold you.”

you catch sunoo and heeseung roll their eyes with a smile, the other boys working around the kitchen only taking glances in surprise — probably because it was rare for riki to show his affection so openly, but you suppose it’s because he’s still half asleep.

“what?” riki catches their lingering eyes, hands caressing your waist gently.

jake smiles like a proud mom in response. “you two are cute.”

“aw, did you want a hug too hyung?” the younger fakes a pout teasingly.

“nah, i have jungwonnie here to give me hugs!” before the poor leader could protest, he’d already been scooped into jake’s playful arms, whining in annoyance as laughter fills the dorm’s kitchen.

you pat riki’s arm, craning your neck up to meet his eyes with a content smile. “guess you’re stuck to hugging me.”

“i think i can live with that.”

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sluttywoozi · 2 years

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For Worse Or For Better Part Three

Summary: Wonwoo's got a big question to ask his wife.

Rating: M (18+ MDNI) | Word Count: ~3.5k

Part One | Part Two | Alternate Part Two

Warnings/Notes: fem reader, set six months after part two, not as edited as normal, food cooking and eating, fingering, clit stim, piv sex, bulge kink, breeding kink (no impreg), lmk if i forgot anything

Wonwoo can feel your eyes on him from where you stand in the kitchen. He’d just come out of the shower and attempted to help you with dinner, but you (gently) swatted his hand away from the seasoning rack with a wooden spoon before he could touch anything. So, he accepted his exile and took a seat on the couch.

From here, he can’t watch you cook unless he turns his head, which is probably for the best.

Something about seeing you dance around the kitchen, singing over the soup and shaking your ass when you thought he wasn’t looking, always got him going. Maybe it’s because that was the start of him falling for you, maybe it’s the way your ass looks in those tiny shorts, maybe it’s how your singing voice kinda sounds like your sex voice.

And the way you move throughout the whole process? It's like a dance, and your timing is always perfect.

Just now, you’d made it to the fridge and back in fifteen seconds, grabbing exactly what you needed without a second glance and returning just in time to turn the soup down as it came to a boil.

Wonwoo doesn’t know why exactly but it does something to him.

You’re just so natural when you cook; you always know exactly what you’re doing, even without a recipe.

Especially without a recipe, he thinks. You’re much more confident when you get to decide what goes in and how and when. He’d learned that with the first (and only) Hello Fresh meal box he ordered for you. You’d read over the recipe at least fifteen times and made yourself too nervous to even start.

Wonwoo canceled the subscription that night and brought the box of ingredients over to Seokmin’s the next day. He’d returned with a gift card to your favorite italian market and all was right in the world.

He’s pulled from his thoughts when you bounce down onto the couch and throw your legs onto his lap, Mr. Mittens and Queen Bea immediately jumping up to lay on your stomach. His hands move instinctively to hold you, thumb rubbing over your ankle and ears red like a stoplight.

“Soup just needs to simmer for ten minutes,” you explain, letting yourself fall to your back on the couch, your eyelids fluttering shut. Your breathing gets a bit deeper, not enough for him to think you’re sleeping, just enough for him to know you lied about not being tired.

Wonwoo’s never more frustrated at his absolute ineptitude in the kitchen than times like these. He wishes he could cook for you, wishes he could care for you in this way, wishes he could take some of the load off. But it’s truly a disaster every time, and whenever he tries, the both of you end up tired and starving.

He hasn’t told you, wanting to preserve the surprise, but he’s been secretly taking cooking classes for weeks at a local test kitchen. It was daunting at first, being in a kitchen without you around, but he pushed through and recently, he’s even gotten kind of… okay at it? The dishes he makes (under the chef’s careful supervision) are edible and even, dare he say, enjoyable sometimes.

Wonwoo’s not ready for you to know though, needs to perfect your favorite meal first, and he hopes he’ll have it down by your birthday. It’ll be the first you’ve ever shared with him, and nearly a year to the day since he’d met you and married you, and he wants it to be special. He has a lot of plans for that night, plans that include an engagement ring and two tickets to Paris, and it all needs to be perfect.

For now, he’ll just trace your soft skin with his fingers and eat your delicious food and make sure the kitchen is spotless after every meal.

You’ll be home from class soon, and Wonwoo’s a whirlwind of anxiety and speed as he flits around the kitchen, checking temperatures and stirring sauces and lighting candles. The table is already set, your wine glass adorned with a charm and the ring he’d painstakingly picked out, and Wonwoo’s trying to pretend he’s not about to have a cardiac event while he waits for you.

Everything’s done, and as perfect as he can possibly make it, and he hears the key turn in the lock just as he’s setting the main dish down on the table.

You look beautiful, sighing as you hang your keys on the shelf and shed your coat, your pumps kicked off immediately and your hands reaching up the back of your shirt to undo your bra. You remove it somehow, an ability Wonwoo has always marveled at, and tiredly make your way down the hallway towards him, stopping short when you see the dining table and Wonwoo standing nervously next to it.

He’d changed into a different suit, the one he wore to the company gala that had changed everything, and you tear up before you even catch sight of the wine glass held in his hand.

You float to him, walking your way straight into his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist, and, hugging you back with his free arm, he presses a kiss to the side of your head and whispers, "Hi baby, happy birthday."

Queen Bea yells a meow, weaving through your feet and rubbing up against you until you break away from Wonwoo and lean down to pick her up, scritching her under the chin and letting her jump from your arms when she starts wriggling away.

You sigh, “Thanks, honey,” and faceplant into his chest again, and Wonwoo worries you won’t be up for a dinner like he’s got planned tonight. He’d be a bit disappointed but he just wants to make you happy, so if you decide to throw your jammies on and watch White Collar for the fifth time, he’ll support you.

“You look so handsome and you smell so good and I love you so much, let me go put my dress on, I’ll be right back,” you mumble into his pecs, and he releases you and watches with fondness as you stumble to the bedroom.

You emerge with tired eyes and messy hair, clad in the silk dress you’d worn that night, and Wonwoo doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone prettier in his life. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you take the wineglass and swallow a big gulp with a hum, barely noticing the clinking of the ring against the base of the glass.

He’ll let you see it on your own time and pulls out your chair, gently pushing it back in once you sit and lay the napkin down on your lap. Your eyes rove over all of the steaming plates and dishes, growing wide when you look around and don’t see any takeout containers.

“Where’d all this come from, babe?” you ask, confusion quirking your brow though you pick up the fork as Wonwoo serves you.

He bites his lips before answering excitedly, “I made it!”

You pause with a bite inches from your lips, your mouth open and your eyes caught on him. Eyeing your fork pensively, you observe the way he’s nearly vibrating in his chair and slowly place the fork in your mouth, keeping your gaze on him as you chew. Your eyes narrow, your brows furrowing, and Wonwoo feels his heart drop into his stomach. Fuck, you hate it, it’s awful, he’s poisoned you, he’s poisoned his wi-

“What the fuck, Wonwoo, this is fucking delicious!” you breathe, still glaring at him as you bring another bite to your mouth, chewing suspiciously.

He feels like he could fly, but also like he could sweep all his work off this table and fuck you stupid on it, so he settles for beaming and saying, “I’ve been taking classes, I wanted to surprise you for your birthday! Do you like it?”

You lay a hand on his arm and swallow with a dreamy sigh before responding, “Wonwoo, I love it, I would kiss you if my mouth wasn’t so busy.”

He smiles his most pleased smile and dances in his chair, serving himself and letting out a low woah when he tastes the food he’d made.

Of course Wonwoo tasted it while he was cooking, but the end result is so much better than he expected and now he knows why you were suspicious. It is good, and he makes a mental note to send flowers both to the chef who taught the classes and to Mingyu for recommending them.

You take a sip of wine, the ring still unnoticed, and Wonwoo starts to feel a bit antsy. He’s not sure how to draw attention to the charm without being completely obvious, and he wants to know what you’ll say! Based on the past six months, he’s fairly sure you’ll say yes but there’s always the chance you won’t.

Wonwoo thinks he’d be able to bear it if you said no (lie).

You chat about your day through bites of food and hums, trying a bit of each dish and complimenting every one, finishing off your wine and holding your glass out for more when he offers. It must have been a tough lecture today, and Wonwoo remembers that you had a meeting with your thesis advisor too, and asks how it all had gone.

You groan, your head tipping back before you tell him that you’re on track to graduate but that you’ll need to rework your thesis a bit and you’re dreading finding more sources. He can’t do much to help besides offering you his hand and promising to go to the library with you whenever he can, but that seems to be enough and you relax with a squeeze of your fingers around his.

You’re on your third glass and Wonwoo’s on his second, the both of you delightfully tipsy as you finish up dinner. He figures it you haven’t seen the ring yet, tonight’s not the night, and rises to start clearing the table.

You stand to help, pulling the strap of your dress back up when it slips and following him to the kitchen with all the dishes you can carry, wine glass held in the crook of your arm.

You pack away the leftovers while Wonwoo sheds his jacket and rolls up his sleeves, donning the dishwashing gloves before starting to wash up. He can feel your fond gaze on him and soon enough, your hands wind around his stomach and your body presses to his back in a hug. He squeezes your arms with his elbows and carries on with the washing, moving with you when you start to sway to the music you’d turned on.

Wonwoo’s still in disbelief a bit that he gets to be so domestic with you after six months of dreaming about it, of you cooking alone and him washing the dishes alone, of not being able to touch you or love you out loud, and suddenly, he’s desperate for you to see the ring, so he asks, “Can you take the charm off of your glass? I can’t with the gloves.”

You hum and let go of his abdomen, trailing a hand around his waist as you move to his side and take the wine glass carefully. You blink sleepily as you bring it closer to your face, freezing when you catch sight of what’s attached to the charm.

“Wonwoo… is this-,” you begin slowly, too slowly for Wonwoo, and he interrupts you, “It’s a ring. An engagement ring. I know we did the married part already but I- I never actually got to ask you.”

Your lip quivers, your eyebrows screwing up as your watery eyes meet his, your hand clutching the glass so tightly he fears the stem will break. With shaky fingers you remove the charm and hand him the ring, the metal cool in his palm and the tile hard under his knee as he kneels and looks up at you.

You’re already holding out your hand, bouncing on the balls of your feet and beaming tearily at him, and Wonwoo takes a deep breath before whispering, “Baby, I love you more than anything. Will you please stay married to me?”

You shriek a giggle and wiggle your fingers, inching closer to him as you nearly shout, “Yesyesyesyesyes, Wonwoo, yes!”

The laugh bubbles up out of his chest along with all of the stress and fear he’d felt leading up to this moment, and he slides the ring on your fourth finger with confidence, catching you when you drop down and straddle his knee. Your hands fly to cup his face and pull him into a deep kiss, your tongue swiping along his bottom lip and sliding inside his mouth when he opens for you with a groan, clumsily setting his glasses on the counter and shifting so he can sit cross legged on the floor and tug you into his lap.

Wonwoo can already feel his dick swelling in his dress pants, the zipper pressing uncomfortably against his hardening length when you grind down. He doesn’t mind, your heat is enough to distract him and he realizes he can feel it, feel your wetness starting to seep into the material, and slides his hand up your thigh to cup you, his palm meeting your bare pussy.

“Fuck, have you been naked under this dress the whole time?” he breathes on a moan, two fingers sinking inside you with ease and his thumb starting to glide over your clit when you nod with a smirk.

You’re so warm and fucking soaking wet already, and Wonwoo’s so obsessed with you, so lucky to be your husband, so ecstatic you want to keep being married to him, and he’s not sure he can wait. He wants to be inside you right now, needs to feel your heat wrapped around him, needs to be close to you, so he slides another finger inside and spreads them, rubbing insistent circles around your clit with his thumb until you cry out and your walls start to flutter around his digits.

Wonwoo fucks you with his fingers through your orgasm, thrusting in and out of your clenching pussy and pushing through the tightness when you squeeze down harder, his fingertips hooking into your g-spot and drawing the pleasure out.

You’re whining, shaking under his touch, and he tugs at one tie on your shoulder until the bow comes loose and your dress dips to expose your breasts, dropping his head to wrap his lips around a nipple and start working you up to a second climax. It’s easy, always easy after the first and with just a few more curls of his fingers and a bit more pressure on your clit, you’re pulsing around him again, whining into his neck and jerking your hips into his hand.

Your hands shoot down to undo his pants, pulling his cock out and shoving your dress up enough to line him up and sink down, your pussy swallowing his whole cock in one swift motion.

It normally takes Wonwoo a bit longer to work his way inside you and the molten velvet that suddenly surrounds him has his head spinning, lost in you and the heat of your cunt. You start moving immediately, hips swiveling and breasts bouncing and Wonwoo leans back, braces himself on one hand and pulls you closer to his chest with the other, holding you to him as he starts fucking into you harshly. He bottoms out with each thrust, your pussy so slick that wetness splatters his cloth covered thighs every time he drives himself into you and your head tips back, your plush lips opening on a long moan, your voice wavering with the rhythm of his hips. Fuck, you’re so-

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby, my pretty little wife, shit,” Wonwoo groans, his chest rumbling against yours and he really wishes he could feel your warm body against his, feel your nipples dragging against his skin, feel your soft breasts pressing into pecs, and he tries desperately to unbutton his shirt but finds his fingers aren’t working. He’s almost frantic with the desire to feel you, fingertips scrabbling at the buttons before he gives up, grunts a fuck it, and rips his dress shirt open and off, pings echoing around the kitchen as the buttons fly against the cabinets.

You moan and tighten around him, your pussy clamping down, sucking his cock deeper, and Wonwoo just can’t get close enough so he wraps both arms around you and shifts forward until he can fuck you into the tile, tattered cotton shoved underneath you so your bare back doesn’t touch.

He lifts your legs into the crooks of his arms and bends over you, folding you in half and placing his palms by your shoulders, thighs nearly straddling yours as he drives his hips into you. Wonwoo’s face is inches from yours like this, and he can watch every flutter of your eyelashes, every quiver of your lips, every twitch of your brow while he fucks you.

Your arms weakly twine around his neck and you cry out with every thrust, the noise punched out of you by his cock and when his stomach presses flat to yours, he swears he can feel something bumping against him. There’s not enough space in his brain to think too much about it, his mind reeling with every sound you make, every expression that crosses your face, every clench of your perfect pussy around his throbbing cock.

On the next dig of his cock into you, Wonwoo angles his hips up just a bit and feels that bumping again, realizes it’s his fucking dick he can feel through the muscle and fat of your tummy, and thank fuck you’re cumming because he is too, his cock jumping and swelling and flooding you with searing hot cum. Your walls pulsate around him, milking his dick of every drop until it coats the base in a ring of white, his still hard length plugging you up and keeping the rest inside you even as your tight cunt tries to push him out. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your mouth stuck open in a silent scream, and when he roots his cock deep inside of you one last time, you suck in a wet gasp and flutter your damp lashes open to look up at him.

Wonwoo returns your gaze, his eyes half lidded and his face slack with pleasure, lungs expanding and contracting rapidly against yours as he tries to catch his breath. You send him a sleepy smile and crane your neck up to peck his nose, making him chuckle and press his forehead into your sternum, sighing at the feeling of your fingers running through his hair and scratching at his scalp. He could fall asleep like this, wants to, but he’s still got you twisted up like a pretzel and you must be getting uncomfortable by now so he pulls back slowly, releasing your legs and rubbing over your thighs as he starts to withdraw his cock from you.

Your hands shoot down to his hips and drag them back into you, and Wonwoo looks up in question and concern just before you whine, “It’ll be so messy,” with a pout.

You’re right, and Wonwoo knows neither of you will want to clean cum off of marble, so he scoops your hips up into his lap and tugs the shirt down to lay under your ass, setting you down and gently pulling out, his cum dribbling out of you and onto the cotton.

He shakily helps you up, his knees not much stronger than yours, and lets you stumble off to start the shower while he cleans and disinfects the floor.

Gasping when he realizes he still hadn’t told you about the tickets to Paris, or the month-long trip around Europe he’s got planned for your graduation, Wonwoo speeds to the bedroom to place the tickets on top of the pajamas you’d set out.

He heads to the bathroom and catches sight of you through the fogged up glass doors. You’re wearing nothing but your wedding and engagement rings, and Wonwoo’s eyes slide down your body with the suds, loving gaze lingering on all his favorite spots. He watches you as he strips absentmindedly, awed that he gets to have this, have you, every day.

And now that you’ve said yes, he gets to have you for the rest of his life, too.

AN: Okieeee im gonna take a lil break to deal with some things and hopefully come back with chapters of it's nice to have a friend and part three of like a cowboy

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indigosunsetao3 · 3 months

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One New Video Message - Part 2

Another expansion on Soap's section of "you have a few minutes before you're missed" by request over on AO3. You can find part 1 here. This will probably end up being three parts by the time I’m done.

This is smut. Pure smut. I don't think I've written this much smut in my life. Did I mention smut? Gods (the old and the new) don't judge me. And a slight vulnerable moment with you all...I've sat on this for three days unsure whether I should post it. Waffling on if it's good enough, if my followers will like it or should I just scrap it. But I'm taking the plunge and doing it so...here it is 😰

TW: m/f interaction, voyeurism, exhibitionism, praise, very mild degradation, sharing, spanking, oral sex, other lewd acts (ha)

You were nervous, excited but nervous nonetheless. You had sent the video three days before you received a response and nearly jumped out of your skin at every notification on your phone while waiting. When you received Soap's message early in the morning you nearly dropped your phone in your anxiety to open the message. They had enjoyed it. He had enjoyed it. And they were rushing back now.

That was two days ago.

Tonight was when they were due back and you had spent your jittery energy preparing. How you prepared for this you weren't sure, but you did what came naturally. Cleaned the house and made a huge homecooked meal. Soap always lamented about how horrendous and cold the food was when they were working so you always made sure he had something hot when he walked in the door. Whether it was at three in the afternoon or one in the morning. So, you figured the other guys would appreciate a meal as well.

Just as you removed the last glass dish from the oven you spotted headlights dance along the wall as a car pulled in the drive. Followed by a second. Soap had not been lying that they would be coming right to the house. One steadying breath and down a quick glass of the Scotch that Soap asked you to have out, you rush to the front door and open it.

Soap is halfway up the walkway as you appear in the door and you see a broad smile grace his face. He looks tired but that doesn't stop him from rushing up the few steps of the front porch and bounding right to you. He drops his duffle on the front step and instantly grabs your face to pull you in for a kiss.

You stumble back a step at the force of him but laugh as he peppers you with soft kisses. His facial hair is longer than you knew he liked and it prickles against your neck as he bends down to envelope you in a tight embrace.

"Missed you lass," he mumbles against your skin, his face buried in your hair. "Missed your smell," you can feel him smiling as he kisses the soft spot where your shoulder meets your neck. "Your feel," he pulls back and kisses you again, this one less hurried and more passionate as he he backs you up into the door that was still wide open.

"'Scuse me," Gaz says as he attempts to sidestep you both, lugging Soap's duffle in for him. He's grinning as you peer at him from around Soap's shoulder as Soap also turns to look back at him with a smirk.

You were feeling shy, you could tell you were shrinking a bit behind Soap. But Gaz doesn't linger, he keeps walking in the house and throws Soap's bag down by the couch before wandering to the kitchen. They had all been at the house plenty of times, they knew where everything was.

"Oh shit you cooked," comes Gaz's voice just as Price and Ghost walk in. Price giving you a polite smile and Ghost a head nod. Ghost had at least lost the full faced balaclava for the occasion, just a simple facemask this evening, well morning. "It's a full blown feast in there, how long did that take you? " He asks coming back to the hall with a glass of Scotch already in hand.

"Ah, not too long," you answer, sliding out of Soap's embrace. You knew Gaz was doing his best to keep you in conversation, to not make it awkward, and you were grateful for it. You had confessed your fears and anxiety to Soap on the phone the day before. He offered to call it off, to wait if you wanted but you said no. You wanted to just...didn't know how. "Didn't have much else to do while I waited around."

Gaz smirks a bit around his glass as he sips, obviously doing his best to not say what else you could have been doing while you waited for them. You flush before heading into the kitchen yourself to pour out drinks for the rest of them.

You don't have to fill the silence as they all talk, thankful that the four of them fall into easy conversation. There's definitely a tension in the air, anticipation, but no one pushes it. Soap had promised that he wouldn't push anything, that none of them would, it was all up to you how fast or slow they went.

Sipping on your own glass you curl up next to Soap on the sofa, your body leaning against his as he casually loops an arm over your shoulders. The television had been switched on, an old football match they had missed playing on the screen. Your eyes wander up to a few times but you can see the men watching you from the corner of your eyes. Careful, predatory like, stares that flit away when you glance over at them. Except Ghost.

He holds your stare until you bite your lip and look away first feeling a swooping sensation in your stomach. You hear him chuckle to himself at that and you can feel Soap twist to look down at you.

"You're red bonnie," he whispers in your ear, nuzzling you. "Is it the alcohol? Or the fact you know all four of us are chomping at the bit to get you out of this cute little number?" His fingers rub at the collar of the silk sleep set you were wearing. it was innocent enough, a light pink top that buttoned at the front and matching shorts...that were maybe a few inches too short to be truly decent.

You squirm a bit as Soap nips at your ear and you lock eyes with Gaz who is on the same couch as you as Soap. He's holding his glass with his fingertips, swirling the last dregs of amber liquid inside while watching you. He gives you a smile, a reassuring one, even if the looks he's giving you is anything but innocent.

"Both," you breathe out after a second, your gaze sliding to look at Ghost and Price on the other couch. "Scotch always makes me warm," you answer and Soap just laughs, his hand sliding out of the collar and down your side before grabbing at your hip. You let him lead the way as he tugs you into his lap and you throw a leg on either side of him.

You can hear the rest of them shifting a bit. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Gaz down the last of his drink and hear the thud of him putting the glass down on the end table. You're breathing a bit faster as Soap pulls you down for a kiss, your hands braced on his shoulders. His movements are slow, lazy, as he works on drawing you out of the insecurities in your head. His hands pull your hips on him and you sigh a bit into his mouth at the friction, moving your hips yourself after a few tugs.

"There she is," Soap says against your lips as you grab a bit harder on his shoulders to restrain yourself. You’re rocking yourself unabashedly over him, feeling he's already hard under his pants and the whine you had been holding back slips. Someone in the room huffs at that and you smile a bit. "I think Gaz is going to combust if you don't let him do something," Soap says and he inclines his head to the side a bit so you look over.

Gaz is watching intently, his hands fisted in his lap for lack of anything to do. He doesn't back down from your stare and you swallow, he looks like he wants to eat you alive. You glance at Soap who only has eyes for you before you look back at Gaz and give him a small nod, permission.

He doesn't need to be told twice. He rises from the couch to come behind you, kneeling on the floor. Even on his knees he's still tall enough to be level with you. You jump slightly as his hands slide around your waist and he instantly freezes but you look over your shoulder at him and tell him he can continue.

"I think this needs to come off," Gaz says quietly as he presses his chest up against your back. He has his chin resting on your shoulder to watch what he is doing before he finds the top button of your shirt. He pulls the first one free before moving to the next, his fingers quick as he works his way down. As each button is freed a sliver of more skin is revealed and Soap is watching the show with a reverence, as if it were all for him.

"Still good?" Gaz asks you quietly as his fingers trace the line of bare skin, making your skin feel as if it were being burned, even if the touches are featherlight.

"Good," you answer, your throat a bit dry.

Both of his hands come up to grasp the lapels of your top by your collarbone before pulling your top completely open. Soap groans, you didn't have anything on underneath. You can feel Soap's cock twitch against your clit through his pants as Gaz continues to slowly peel the silk off, his hands running up to your shoulders to push it down. You drop your hands from Soap's shoulders so Gaz can slide the material away and his hands rub down your arms as more and more skin is revealed.

The warmth of his chest against your back disappears for a second as he tosses the top somewhere and removes his own shirt. But he's back a moment later and you sigh contently as he presses his bare skin against yours, his hands coming around your waist. He has his hands pressed flat to your skin as he moves them up your ribcage and you arch just the slightest bit in anticipation of where his hands were going.

"Fuck you're soft," Gaz breathes as he kisses your shoulder, flexing his hands to pull you back against him from where you had pulled away slightly. "Don't squirm away just yet," he teases as his palms finally land on your breasts. You groan as he squeezes, looking down to see his hands are large enough to hold them in his grip.

You drop your head back on Gaz’s shoulder as he gently kneads you, your eyes watching Soap. He’s grinning, his hands gripping tight to your thighs as he takes in the scene.

“Feel good, Lass?” Soap asks as Gaz concentrates his ministrations on your nipples. You whine a bit at the change and push your chest up to his hands to silently beg him to continue.

“I think he asked you a question,” Gaz prompts as he pinches you a little harder causing to you jerk up a bit.

“Y-yes,” you answer to which both men smile. Gaz pulls one of his hands away before delving two fingers into his mouth, his eyes on yours. You know your eyes flare at the sight, you see him grin around the digits, before he pulls his fingers back out and rubs them over one of your sensitive nipples. You moan at that, not caring if it sounded wanton or needy.

You roll your hips over Soap, needing the friction. He helps you, his hands grabbing at your plush hips and digging his thumbs into the delicate bone underneath. You dare to look at the other two men on the couch, not having forgotten they were there just watching. They were patient, much more patient then the men you were between currently.

Ghost was leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together, staring at you as if studying your body's reactions. Committing each movement to his memory and making mental notes of what he wanted to try. Price was still lounging in his seat, one foot resting on his knee as he admires from afar. When you catch Price's eye you open your mouth to pant a bit as Gaz bites down on your neck, he smirks in return.

"Go on love," Soap says as he watches you looking at his commanding officers. "You can go see them," he smiles as Gaz slides his hands back down your ribcage before pulling away.

"I don't know if she's ready for us yet. You Sergeant's play too nice," Ghost answers and you snap your head over to glare at him. It was a challenge and you can tell by the way the corners of his eyes crinkle he's smiling at you under the mask. He still hasn't moved from the position he was in but he extends two fingers on his right hand and makes a come hither motion with them.

You scoot back off Soap's lap and Gaz offers you a hand to stand, placing a kiss to the back yours before letting go. You hear him flop back down on the couch with a sigh. You hear the tinkle of glass on glass as Soap pours them more to drink, the bottle more than half gone. You don't look back though, eyes only for Ghost as you walk over and stand in front of him, your hands hanging limply at your sides as you look down at him.

He gives a satisfied huff as he pushes himself to sit up, eyes appraising you as he spreads his legs a bit more. He motions for you to come closer, to stand between his legs and you do it, never breaking your stare on his eyes as he looks you over.

"I'm not gentle like them," he warns as his hand moves to toy with the hem of your sleep shorts. "Not soft," he adds on as he tugs them down a bit to expose the indent of where your thighs meet your pelvis. "But I get the feeling you don't mind," his eyes snap up to yours from where they had been following his index finger.

You shake your head no and he nods once, his finger pulling harder on the shorts so they make a v in the front. The back is still covering your backside and hasn't quite cleared the curve of your ass. He tugs again and it clears the apex of your thighs and you tremble a bit as he glances down, his knuckle barely brushing over your clit.

"So eager," he grins and nudges his knuckle back into you causing you suck in a breath in anticipation. Without thinking you spread your legs out just a bit, just to make it easier for him. He stops and chuckles before letting the fabric go and it snaps back up. He leans away now, back into the couch cushions and lays one long arm across them. He's acting disinterested and you glance back at Soap who's watching intently before back at Ghost again.

"I don't," you start, feeling a bit self-conscious just standing like this between his legs.

"Come here," Price rumbles as he drops his foot down to the ground. "He's just playing hard to get," he gives you a reassuring smile before reaching a hand out to you. You move to walk out of Ghost's legs but he extends one out so you can't get away. You look down at his foot before back at him.

"Crawl over to him," Ghost answers patting the cushion that separates him and Price. Just enough room for you to fit. You lean forward to climb over Ghost's thigh, your hands hitting the cushion, carefully adding one knee, then the other. Your body grazes Ghost's as you move and he pulls his leg back up, his other hand lightly grazing the back of your calf.

"Fuck that view," comes a growl from Gaz behind you as you wiggle to settle on the couch on your knees facing Price. Ghost's hand slides up your spine for a second, his hands much more calloused and scarred. You arch like a cat at the touch and his hand finds the nape of your neck to pull a fist full of the hair there for a second. You bow back even more as he holds you there, your eyes watching Price.

"Pretty little thing," Price appraises before Ghost lets you go and you relax down a bit. "Don't let him scare you," he explains as his hand slides soothingly up your chest to your neck then your jaw. "We're just a bit older, bit more," he pulls you forward toward him and you instinctively reach a hand out to his leg to balance yourself. "Sure of what we want." He grins as you open your mouth a bit, breathing heavier as he lingers just out of your reach.

"She's soaked through her shorts," Ghost says casually and you feel the blush. You know you're on full display like this and when Ghost plucks at the fabric between your legs you pant, shutting your eyes for a second.

"Is that so?" Price asks you, his eyes locked on yours as if you were the only thing in the room. You nod, your fingers curling into his leg a bit as if you would tug yourself forward to close that gap. He knows what you want and without hesitation he kisses you, his hand sliding to the back of your head to hold you there.

You sigh happily into the kiss, tasting the Scotch and stale smoke there. You push into him, wanting more and he obliges, sweeping his tongue into your mouth and you whine. You wanted him, right now. You were tired of being teased and as you're about to climb onto his lap a hand grabs your thigh. As if Ghost knew what you were thinking. His hand slides up between your legs and he finally rubs you where you've been needing it the most.

You moan into Price's mouth at the touch and his hand tightens on you, keeping your head still as he abuses your lips. Ghost continues his rubbing, his hand big enough to slide along your core and clit at the same time. You try to rock back but Price holds firm and you whine again, the need for more eating at you.

"You didn't lie when you said she was needy," Ghost says from behind you and you hear Soap answer. You don't know what he says though, your heart pounding in your ears as Price grabs your wrist that is on his thigh to press your hand on the seam of his pants. He's hard and you hum rubbing him with the palm of your hand through the fabric. Price pushes back against your hand and you start fumbling for his button and zipper while he kisses you senseless.

"Go on then," Price says as he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours as you finally look down. You had managed to get them undone without seeing and you wrench at the hem of the pants down, Price lifting his hips to help. Fuck. He's not wearing any underwear and he's already so swollen his tip is a dark red, and leaking.

Still though, you pause, turning your head to look back at Soap from around your arm. He had asked for this, had given you full permission but it was still all so new. What if he changes his mind? What if it was a test? You catch his blue eyes and he gives you his lopsided smile, the one he always gave you when he was blissed out. You note that his own pants are undone as he watches and you smile back at him before turning your attention to Price.

You gently grab him, your thumb swiping over his head to smear the precum there. You hear a satisfied growl in Price's chest at that and you lean forward to just lick the slit. He jerks in your hand and you grin before leaning down to take him in your mouth. It's salty and he has a different musk than Soap, but it's still just as good. You slide your mouth further down, relaxing your throat as you slowly take him in inch by inch.

In this position you know your bottom is on full display and Ghost's hands make quick work of your shorts now. His fingers grab the hem and he yanks them down fast, letting them pool at your knees. You gasp then gag, he had ruined your concentration on what you were doing and Price laughs a bit. The air is cold on your soaked folds but you continue, sliding your mouth up a bit before Price's hand finds the back of your head and he pushes you back down.

Price holds you there, not letting you move as you will yourself not to gag at the prolonged intrusion. Ghost's hand is rubbing gently over your ass, up your back and back down again. He squeezes every now and then and you whine as his fingers glide over your bare core. He's not giving you what you want and you tense as he gets close again to which Price pushes your head down harder.

"She likes that," he says to Ghost and you whine, feeling drool escaping your lips as Ghost taunts you again. You attempt to rock back because damn it you need to be touched. That just earns you a sharp stinging slap across your ass. You rock forward from it and gasp indignantly before gagging once again.

"Fuck do that again," Price says and Ghost repeats it and you splutter, choking this time, your body visibly retching. "Wait," he says to Ghost, who must have raised his hand again for another sharp slap, before turning his attention back to you. "Breathe through your nose," Price instructs, his voice much gentler than his hands. "Relax darling," he adds as he feels your body trying to panic, "deep breath."

You do as he says, relaxing the death grip you had on his thighs as you had attempted to push away. The air makes it to your lungs and you feel the panic ebb away. Price lets his grip up on you so you can come back up and he puts a hand under your chin to get you to look at him.

"You good?" He asks, brushing some of the tears that had streamed out of your eyes. You hear Soap shift, muttering about a break but Price holds his hand up to him, waiting for your answer.

"I'm," you breathe for a second, "I'm good. Johnny, I'm okay," you reassure though you don't turn to look at him as Price holds your gaze. The older man searches your eyes for a second to make sure you aren't lying before he lets your chin go. "Good girl," he says and you feel yourself preen a bit. "Through the nose," he says again as a reminder before he balls all your hair up and forces you back down on him.

It's easier the second time, and you relax your throat again before anxiously waiting for Ghost to return to what he was doing. Price's free hand slides down your jaw, your throat before finding one of your breasts and squeezing. His grip is rougher than Gaz's had been and you huff a bit as you feel yourself begin to drool again. The anticipation for Ghost was almost too much before he finally gives you attention again.

The slap is dangerously close to your core and you take a sharp breath through your nose as you are rocked into Price's pubic bone. The cool air eases the sting and you prepare for the next one but it doesn't come. Instead Ghost's fingers finally slip, literally slip, through your folds causing you to gasp. The movement causes your throat to tighten which makes Price groan and push up into your mouth shoving him further down your throat.

"Jesus fuck," Soap groans out as he watches Ghost almost experimentally push a finger into you. You whine loudly at the unannounced intrusion but you don't mind. "She's fucking dripping," he bemoans and you know it's killing him to be over there.

"You're little bird likes a touch pain," Ghost answers simply, "I could tell," his voice is cocky. A second finger joins the first and he pumps you slowly and Price finally lets you up, pulling your hair a bit to start bobbing over him. You eagerly do as he instructs with his hand, needing to do something as Ghost twists his fingers in and out of you.

It's almost enough to put you over the edge. You grind back into Ghost's hand without thinking and he stops, pulling away, and you keen at the loss. Another slap across your ass comes down and you whine again before Ghost goes back to what he was doing before.

"Let me do my job while you do yours," Ghost instructs, "disobey again and I stop." You nod though you don't know if he sees.

Price keeps you moving on him, his other hand never letting up on it's brutal groping and pinching. He gives you a break after a bit, letting you breathe properly as you lick at him before he shoves you down again. He seems close, you can feel him twitching in you and you try to move faster but he stops you, pulling you off him completely to edge himself. With your mouth free Ghost slides your arousal over your clit.

You cry out loud at the feeling and feel your body shaking with the promise of a release. After all the teasing, the taunting to the edge then stopping, your body was almost demanding it. Ghost's fingers are deft as he rubs you, pushing up against you and almost grinding his hand over the spot.

"Please, right there," you finally whine out. "Please Simon," you try and you feel him still at the use of his name. No, no, no. That's not what you were going for. "Keep going," you ignore his stupid rule, since he had stopped anyway, and rock your hips on his hand. He doesn't pull away but he doesn't help you either.

"Johnny?" comes Ghost's voice sounding like a growl. It was a question, but also a warning. One last chance to end this before everything escalates.

"It's okay, LT," Soap says, his voice calm and reassuring. It's an odd power shift in the 141 dynamic, but in this situation you and Johnny have all the control over these men. "Go on, she's waiting for you." You can tell by the way he speaks he's smiling.

That final confirmation from Johnny is all it takes before Ghost reaches for you again.

Part Three Here

#18+ only #18+ content #mdni #call of duty #call of duty fanfic #cod #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #x female reader #x fem!reader #tf 141 x reader

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vivienne-charm · 7 months

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One Piece Hcs

When you use a cheesy pickup line

Luffy

⋆ "luffy, you don't need to use conqueror's haki. you've already conquered my heart."

⋆ "huh?"

⋆ he tilts his head in confusion. "why would i ever try and use conqueror's haki on you? wait you said I've already conquered your heart. but ive never used the haki on your heart"

⋆ you just chuckle and leave him be, and he spends the entire day thinking about what you said.

⋆ this dumbass makes it a mission to solve your little "riddle". he goes as far as to ask you for hints.

⋆ "hey, what did you mean by the thing you said earlier? c'mon at least give me a hint...you can't just leave me puzzled like this"

⋆ at last, he resorts to asking the other crewmates about what you said, and they won't give a straight answer either. it makes him think everyone is in on this inside joke.

⋆ "please let me in on this talk...im dying to know what it is about"

⋆ in the end, he had a dramatic lightbulb moment and understood what you meant by the cheesy pickup line. he kept stealing glances of you throughout the rest of the day without you noticing.

Zoro

⋆ "zoro, i may not be a swordsman, but i'm willing to fight for your love"

⋆ it takes him time to process this, but when he finally does, he smiles wide at you, a very proud smile

⋆ "oh, that's what i like to hear"

⋆ he randomly repeats this to himself throughout the day and chuckles on his own

⋆ he is in such a good mood after hearing that out of you, it's as if you just colored his grayscale life

⋆ he did not once think of it as a cheesy or bad pick up line in any way, he took pride and respected you for the matter that you're willing to fight for his love

Sanji

⋆ "sanji, do you really need an oven? you're hot enough already."

⋆ "i- huhh...?"

⋆ congratulations, you just made this man lag irl

⋆ naturally, his instinctive reaction is getting on his knees and screaming that you're actually much more hotter than him

⋆ BUT, the pickup line is so bad that he actually leans over to you, sighs, and says "what am i to ever do with you?"

⋆ you dramatically shrug in response, gesturing that what you said was the truth and there is no arguing it

⋆ that night, noises of passion could be heard from kitchen as sanji passionately cooked you your favorite meal so you guys can have a candle lit dinner later

⋆ again, noises of passion could be heard from inside a room in the ship as Brook passionately sung Bink's Sake....but you wouldn't pay it any mind because you're in a romantic dinner date with the person you're in love with < 3

Bonus

Trafalgar Law

⋆ "law, i want you to take me to your room and leave me in shambles."

⋆ law is dumbfounded

⋆ after a very long, awkward pause, he'll just say "get out"

Sabo

⋆ "you'd got me hot and bothered even before you got your devil fruit power"

⋆ he giggles at your poor attempt at flirting with him. if he was drinking something, he'd for sure spit it because of laughter

⋆ "stop fooling around now, we've got work to do"

#one piece #luffy #sabo #zoro #sanji #pick up lines #one piece x reader #flirting

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theadorableapprentice · 2 months

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Take a Break

MC x Barbatos Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1,264

A/N: I'm not as proud of this one as I was hoping I would be, but I hope you all enjoy it. I think Barb deserves a break, okay? Poor demon must be exhausted.

Barbatos was tired, exhausted even. He hid it behind that smile of his well, but you knew better. You could see it in his eyes and the way he took a few extra seconds to open them that morning. But work in the Demon Lord’s castle never comes to an end. That’s what Barbatos would tell you any time you asked him to sit down for even just a minute.

Today was supposed to be even worse than normal. There was an event Diavolo was putting on for the students at RAD so Barbatos’ tasks for the day had grown exponentially. You just felt… sad. He’s been working at this pace for who knows how many years now. You’re surprised the demon hasn’t burnt out. Or maybe he had, but he just refuses to show it.

You didn’t plan this originally. No, originally you just wanted to cook him dinner and maybe give him a shoulder massage. I mean, he deserves to be taken care of for once. However, you slowly realized that with how busy he was today, there was going to be no time for him to stop and let you do these things for him. He has a castle to take care of and an event to make sure runs smoothly after all. So, modifications had been made. With Diavolo’s approval, of course. You’d need his help for this to run smoothly anyways, and well, Diavolo has secretly been worried about Barbatos too.

You sent Barbatos a quick message. “Hey Barb, I won’t be able to make it to the RAD event today. I got held up with something else. Please don’t work too hard.”

Barbatos was quick to respond. “I understand. Let me know if you require any assistance. I shall see you tonight.”

You smiled and shook your head. You put away your D.D.D. and grabbed the list of tasks you wrote down. Little D No. 2 was kind enough to tell you everything Barbatos would usually have done around the Demon Lord’s castle today, were the RAD event not taking place. It was quite the long list and it only made you feel a bit more worried about how Barbatos does everything everyday.

You decided to knock out the harder tasks first. Chances are, you wouldn’t finish up everything on this list, so you wanted to at least get the more challenging and time consuming tasks out of the way first.

Doing these tasks without Barbatos knowing was proving to be more difficult than you originally thought. While he was indeed busy with the RAD event, he kept making trips back to the castle to grab different things, most likely in an attempt to correct things that weren’t going to plan. At one point you thought he saw you while you were cleaning the kitchen. You were quite lucky that the pantry was large enough to fit you and Little D No 2 inside at the same time.

You watched through the crack in the pantry door as Barbatos walked briskly back and forth through the kitchen, grabbing various things he needed to fix whatever one of the brothers surely did. It was rare times like these that Barbatos dropped his mask and you could see how tired he truly was. It only made you more determined to help.

Unfortunately time moved a lot faster than you thought it would. The RAD event was finishing up soon and you weren’t even halfway done with the list. You still needed to start on dinner as well. Desperate times calls for desperate measures.

You pulled out your D.D.D. and sent a text to the Purgatory Hall groupchat. “Friends, I am in need of assistance. Please meet me at the Demon Lord’s castle without alerting Barbatos of your disappearance.”

It did not take long before Solomon, Simeon, and Luke were running into the castle.

“MC, are you okay?”

“What do you need help with?”

“Why couldn’t we tell Barbatos?”

You handed them each a paper with two tasks on it. “Finish these tasks for me in the next hour and I will owe you big time. Solomon, I’ll even try whatever monstrosity of a meal you decide to cook up next.”

This surprised Simeon and Luke. They knew you were serious and got to work without saying another word. And you thought it was going pretty well. Key word: thought. You and Simeon started arguing about how to correctly clean a leather couch. Luke was struggling to reach the shelves he was trying to dust and had knocked a few things onto the ground. And Solomon managed to turn a spot on the carpet he was cleaning blue.

“What is going on here?” Everyone froze at the sound of Barbatos’ voice.

Solomon looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Scram!”

The angels and the sorcerer disappeared in a flash, leaving you and Barbatos.

“Hey Barb… You’re back early… How did the event go?” You moved in front of the blue spot on the carpet, hoping to conceal it from his eyes.

“MC, what is the meaning of this?” He moved slightly so he could see what you were hiding.

“Well… in my defense, Little D No. 2 told us that you used this carpet cleaner in here.”

“Did you dilute it or just go straight to cleaning?”

“Er… I think Solomon just started cleaning. Honestly, they need to make the directions on those cleaning solutions bigger. It’s a wonder anyone uses those things correctly.”

Barbatos lets out a small sigh, but not a frustrated one. “MC, is this what you were up to all day?”

You nodded, feeling a little sheepish. “It was originally just me, but when I realized I didn’t have enough time to finish the long list of tasks you somehow manage to get done everyday, I enlisted help. Surprise?”

Barbatos smiled softly. “MC, you did not have to go through all the trouble. I can manage my tasks quite well.”

“I know you can, that much is obvious. However, you need a break. You work so hard I’m surprised you haven’t dropped from exhaustion and if you keep going this way I’m going to start… I dunno… Bribing the Little Ds to do more of the cleaning. So… So just sit down and let me fix this.”

Barbatos let out a small chuckle. “I take it that this was why the Young Master was giving me tasks for the event such as ‘round up every person with a blue shirt’?”

You gently move him to sit down on the couch. If anyone else were to have moved him like that, you don’t know what would happen to them. Special partner privileges. “Maybe I should’ve asked someone else to keep you distracted.”

“If you insist I take a break, I will. However, I must insist that you spend the time with me instead of cleaning. I’d much rather sit with you than watch you do my tasks.”

You smiled and grabbed a book off a shelf. “Fine, but I’m going to read to you. Now get comfortable.” You sat down next to him, cuddling into his side.

“By the way, you were correct on how to clean the couch. A vinegar and water solution with a microfiber cloth is a safe method.”

You pulled out your D.D.D. and hit the voice recording button. “Say that again please.”

It was safe to say you and Barbatos spent the rest of the night together. Maybe, just maybe, he might start taking more breaks.

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bunny-yan · 1 year

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Giant!Yandere x GN!Reader

TW: implied kidnapping, mentions vouyerism, mentions of death, minors not welcome :(

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You didn’t understand why he bothered to dress you in these doll like clothes if they were just going to get ruined by the bloody meal he placed in front of you day after day.

The dinner set looked comical in his hands, so small they barely appeared in his palm, yet he placed them skillfully with a fork and knife on either side of the plate.

Humming, he walked the short distance to the counter to carve another piece from the pulsing organ to serve for your meal. You wanted to cover your ears as he sliced into it. The wet squelch made you nauseous, but the humming didn’t stop. If anything it became more animated. He never did seem capable of hiding his excitement when it came to you. It didn’t matter how you felt about the things he did, as long as he was enjoying himself. You hated to say it, but it was scarier when his ever present smile disappeared. You didn’t want to think of the things he would do when it did.

Coming back to the set table, he plopped a piece of meat onto the plate sitting in front of you before grabbing a pair of tweezers to loosen the rope that tied your hands around the back of the chair. He didn’t bother with the ones restraining your feet, not needing your legs to eat after all, and he wouldn’t take them off no matter how much you complained about them hurting.

It was your punishment for trying to run away.

Lucky, by his standards considering he didn’t just tear the “pesky” limbs from your body, but it really was no competition when it came down to it. You could never outrun a giant.

“Eat up!”

His voice was cheery. He pulled up his own chair, resting on his hands to watch you eat with mirth swimming in his eyes, but something sinister swam beneath. You hated it when he watched you. It seemed to be his favorite past time and the sight of your discomfort only encouraged his voyeuring habits.

You looked at the plate in front of you, begging yourself not to throw up at the pulsing meat. You’d wondered why he never bothered cooking it before realizing that it’s effectiveness probably increased if you ate it raw. But it was more likely that he just liked watching you squirm.

“Who was it?”

He tilted his head to the side, crazed eyes never leaving your form as the smile plastered on his face stretched wider. He hummed, playing dumb.

Gritting your teeth, you worked up the courage to meet those dead eyes.

“Who did you kill?”

Excitement danced in his eyes before he feigned shock.

“Kill? Talking about such vulgar things is bad table manners.”

“I know what you’re doing.” you said, letting your anger get the best of you. He couldn’t hide the curiosity in his eyes, deciding not to interrupt as you spoke. “I know you killed someone. I know what you’ve been feeding me.”

You didn’t bother hiding the disgust in your voice. You forced yourself to keep it down the first few days after he took you, too afraid that he’d kill you. It wouldn’t be an issue. He could squeeze you too tightly and your life would be over. Accidentally step on you, knock you from the ridiculously high table, the possibilities were endless. But after a couple of days of playing dress up and being carried around in the cage key chain he fancied, it became clear he had no intention of killing you. You tried to run away, thinking the least you could do was hide long enough in order to figure a way out of this hell hole, but he found you. You didn’t even last a day before he was threatening to cut off your legs with a butter knife if you ever attempted something like that again. He’d tie you down to this same chair day after day, but you couldn’t hold it in after finally realizing why he was so adamant about feeding you the same meal. You were disgusted with yourself for not figuring it out sooner.

“It’s a giant’s heart, isn’t it?”

“Don’t you know it’s a serious crime to murder one of our brethren?” he said, making you sound stupid for even suggesting it. “There aren’t many of us and it’s difficult for us to procreate with our own species.”

“Drop the act.” you snapped, unable to stand his lies despite wishing it weren’t true.

He was telling the truth about one thing. It was a serious crime to kill a giant due to their dwindling population. So much so that it was considered taboo. Birth was celebrated with a huge festival that almost everyone attended, giving thanks and praises to the fertility gods and any being found guilty of the crime would spend the rest of their lives toiling away in a death camp.

“What makes you so sure that I committed this unspeakable act?”

Other than the fact that the meat seemed to pulse with drained life?

“My grandfather told me a story once.” He looked intrigued, pushing the table away from you before hooking his pinky in the legs of your chair to pull you closer. It made you nervous being so close that you could feel his breath against your skin, but you didn’t back down. “It was about the power of giant hearts. He told me how great wars were fought that almost ended the giant line because there were those who sought to create an elixir of life. One key ingredient is a giant’s heart.”

It was a fairytale that most human children went to bed with. It felt more like a nightmare as you retold it, but children didn’t always understand the gravity of a life.

“It’s said that a giant’s heart alone could double one’s lifespan if you took a bite. You’d live longer depending on how much you consumed and if you ate the whole thing…”

Looking into his eyes, you saw a glint of excitement, making you dread retelling this next part.

“If you ate the whole thing you could live as long as the giants themselves.”

“Such a beautiful tale.” he said, resting his head on his hand as he drummed his fingers on the table. It sent vibrations through your body as the chair jumped with each finger fall.

“If I’m doing what you think I am, I don’t see why you’re so upset.”

“What?” you asked.

“Doesn’t it sound exciting to live forever? You’d be harder to kill and we could spend the rest of our days playing together.” His hand came forward and you held your breath as the pad of his finger gently brushed against you head. He slid it down your shoulder making you feel suffocated by the enormous phalange before he rested it on your thigh. “Doesn’t that sound fun?”

This felt wrong. You didn’t like him touching you.

“No!” you exclaimed.

“No?” he questioned, eyes drilling holes into your body. You felt your heart seize, but you wouldn’t let his size overwhelm you.

“You killed someone.” you said, using your hands to push his finger away, but he didn’t budge. Not an inch. If anything the look in his eyes softened as his lips quirked up in a small smile because you had initiated contact first.

“Someone you don’t even know. I can’t understand why you’re more upset about this than I am.”

He genuinely sounded confused. He was a psychopath. Flippantly talking about murdering someone as if it was a casual afternoon and not a heinous taboo, it only drove your instinct to get far, far away from him further.

With a twitch of his finger, you had to muffle a whimper at the feeling of his stroking your leg.

“I don’t want to live forever.” Your voice said shakily.

He looked lost in thought for a moment before a childish grin spread across his face.

“You don’t have much of a choice, do you?”

Your heart dropped, barely feeling relief as he pulled his hand away. Pulling the table back in front of you, he leaned on his hand as he went back to watching you.

“I like letting you be, but if you don’t behave I can just force feed you. I have a cute little device that’ll force your mouth open and it shouldn’t be too hard using your little utensils.”

You shuddered at the thought of the invasive treatment. It was right up his alley and judging from the fact that he already had the device it didn’t feel as if it was a threat he made lightly.

“Doesn’t that sound fun?” he asked, excitement swimming in his eyes.

He watched as your hands slowly reached for the knife and fork in front of you, unable to hide a bit of his disappointment.

You hated this. You didn’t feel you should be grateful for the small amounts of autonomy he allowed, but if it meant eventually finding a way out of this place, you’d act like the perfect little doll for as long as you could.

Even if it took years.

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whateveriwant · 2 years

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Hi Love, May I Please Request A Smut Where Reader And Bucky Are Making Out And He Accidentally Cums In His Pants?

A Long Night

Summary: Date night with Bucky takes a sticky left turn.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, 18+ content (slightly sub!Bucky)

A/N: Hello! This is the first thing I've written in months so I'm a little bit anxious about it. I also wanted to try something a little different so now I'm doubly anxious lol. But anyway, thank you to the anon who sent this a while back! I'm sorry it took me so long to get to, but hopefully you're still around and you enjoy! :)

An eager tongue licks at trembling lips, mixing the sharpness of wine-stained mouths. A movie ignored in the background, volume turned low, the flickering images imprinting on closed lids. A nervous breath, an even more uncertain touch, and the mind wilts as the body takes over.

If you could retrace the steps it took to get to this point, chances are you'd get lost along the way. And yet, despite the shaky start, the months-long journey through unexplored terrain, you'd forge ahead all the same so long as it led you back to this very moment.

Because this moment has been worth all the build-up.

There's a shuffle, a small dip in the cushion beside you, and the figure to your right shifts as you taste the roof of his mouth. Another readjustment, this time a leg, and suddenly you're hearing a clink-thump as the coffee table wobbles curiously.

"Oh, shoot, I—"

But the words are clipped as you pull his face back to yours, hands cradling that perfectly-angled jaw. No distractions. Just him.

You can't remember the last time you felt like this, the last time you were in this blood-pumping position. It's been months at least for you. As for Bucky… even longer.

Hence, the slow beginnings all those months back. You were both just getting back into the chaos of the dating world and were equally as unconfident. While you were quick to find your footing again, as for Bucky, that timid shell was tougher to break – even now, there's still pieces intact.

Not one to get ahead of yourself, you let him set the pace. Nearly a month before a first kiss, another before an invite inside, and yet another before a night spent over. After more pg-rated dinner dates and movie nights than you can count, slowly but surely, Bucky began opening up to you.

Now it's all culminated in tonight. With a nice home cooked meal, a bottle or two of wine, and an agreement to spend the night behind you, you found yourselves snuggling on the couch, half-watching the television. Though neither of you had any specific ideas about where this evening would lead, with the lingering touches of hands here and soft caresses of thighs there, before you knew it, the movie was an afterthought as you were pressed up against him, shoving your tongue into his mouth.

You sigh as you let yourself get lost in the moment – the taste, smell, touch of him intoxicating; invigorating, even. Your head bobs rhythmically with Bucky's and the hulking man responds in turn, gingerly mirroring your moves as he attempts to follow your lead.

As his scruff scrapes the skin of your palms, you feel Bucky's own fingers fluttering around your body, nervous butterflies afraid to land. Undiscouraged, you release his cheeks to take his hands within your own, brazenly planting them on your lower back, permitting him to venture even lower. You return your hands to the sides of his face, and with a little more encouragement on your part, eventually, Bucky starts to mimic your enthusiasm, his massive hands rubbing, groping, pulling at you.

Emboldened, your lips and fingers explore the marble-smooth contours of his face. Plump lips lead to an angled jaw, chiseled by one of the masters himself. Soft earlobes trail down to a pulsing neck, hot and red as a flush creeps under his collar.

Your hands inch their way towards the back of his head, tickling the damp skin of his nape. As your fingers stretch out and catch the hairs at the base of his skull, you hear a moan, almost a whimper, as your fingers scratch at his exposed scalp.

You pause, unsure if your ears deceived you, before cautiously trying again. Another pull, another moan, and your lip curls triumphantly as you nip at his carotid.

The loop repeats undisturbed – tug, groan, grin – as you pluck at the string holding Bucky together, winding his limbs taut. As you connect with his mouth once again, absently, you sling a leg over one of Bucky's own, brushing a hardness at the convergence of his thighs.

A gasp parts his lips in shock. He pulls away from you suddenly, arms stiff as he holds you at a distance. His abruptness catches you by surprise and you too pull back, hands suspended mid-air.

Bucky's breathless as he takes a moment to collect himself, then two, then three, as the air gradually returns to him. You similarly steal a breath or two for yourself, your body frozen as you fear you've overstepped your bounds.

After a while, he gulps. "S-Sorry, I—" he mutters, his hands drooping by his sides. "I just wasn't… I-I didn't— I haven't—"

"It's okay," you reassure him, palm coming to gently cup his face. You know this is all a bit fast, a bit uncharted, so you can't say you blame him for being jumpy. "Do you want to stop?"

"No! No," he responds hurriedly, his hands flying back up to your waist, fingers pressing urgently into your flesh. "No, it's— I'm alright, just— Don't stop… Please."

You offer a sympathetic smile, thumb brushing the highpoint of his cheek. You nod. "We can go slow, okay?"

He wets his lips and takes a slow breath. After a beat, he returns your nod.

Steadily, you lean forward to give him the barest of pecks on his bottom lip. You pull back an inch. "Is this okay?" you check.

His eyes are already shut as you look at him, his lips red and swollen, slightly puckered in anticipation. His lashes flick open just a sliver at your question, and he nods again, his hands sliding to your hips.

You kiss him once more, a little stronger this time, and then lower your hands onto his shoulders. "How about this? Is this okay?" you repeat.

With a third and final nod in blessing, this time as you capture his lips with yours, you deepen the kiss, letting your eyes fall closed as you make no move to pull apart.

Soon enough, it's as if no disruption happened in the first place. You kiss him like he breathes life into your lungs, like his taste is one to rival the nectar of the gods. Your skin almost buzzes from an unseen force, the air crackling and sizzling as if electrically charged.

The current makes you restless as it surges through your veins, and your hands begin to wander like they have minds of their own. With your left, you trace his clavicle downwards, steel beneath silk that entices your fingertips. With your right, you descend along his torso, a steady thump beneath your palm keeping time with the clock.

The more you explore, the stronger the temptation is to roam, finding excitement in all the new discoveries you make. How the hollow of his throat vibrates as he hums, tingling the pads of your fingers. How his ribs expand and deflate as he takes in air, each thick breath headier than the last. How his hips twitch, his abdomen tenses, as your curious touch creeps lower and lower and lower.

You could get drunk off this moment if you'd let it consume you, the feeling nearly addictive as his warmth bleeds into you. It's like your mind is filled with static, your limbs with lightning, and you just can't get enough. Enough of now, enough of this, enough of him… Nothing can sate you, not that you want to be yet.

Reaching the jut of his hip bone, you're hardly cognizant of the way your wrist rocks, the dull note from his chest turning sharper. You feel him start to draw back as if he means to speak, and your body acts on instinct as he tries to halt your measures.

"Maybe we should— Nnngh," he groans as you tug his bottom lip between your teeth; animalistic, possessive, territorial.

With a hand on his neckline, you swiftly pull him back to you, delving your tongue into his velvet mouth. Now's not the time for words. Now's the time for actions; for raw, unrestrained emotions.

Silenced by your lips, Bucky can only mutter feebly into your mouth, a whiny, nearly desperate sound. He mewls and squirms as your hand drops to his thigh, kneading the junction where his leg meets his pelvis.

God, he sounds so pretty, and he tastes twice as good. You can only imagine how the rest of him feels.

Your hands continue to rove Bucky's sturdy body, searching for what, you're not entirely sure. He jolts and shakes at your blind ministrations, and soon you find you're fidgeting alongside him, the tinder catching spark in your belly.

The flames within you surge higher and higher, stoked by your insatiable probing. The fire is scorching, branding your viscera, reducing your organs to ash and smoke. And yet, despite the carnage, the boiling pit in your stomach, the burn is oh so delicious as it envelops you.

You grab at him, needy, like you can't get close enough, like you'd crawl in his skin if possible. Your fist on his sternum, collar twisted in your hold, aching fingers pulling him further into you. Your mouth against his, lips forming bruises, tongue swallowing every last one of his murmurs. Your hand at his lap, fingers outstretching, thumbnail grazing the hot, hard—

"Ahhhh."

A sharp intake of breath renders your lips alone. Dazed, dumbfounded, your eyes spring open, taking in the scene before you.

Bucky's head is tilted back, neck fully exposed, mouth propped wide open in a sigh. The couch shakes as he bucks wildly against the air, his hips rolling, pulsing, quaking. His eyes are squeezed shut like he's just stared into the sun, his hands clutching at the waist of your shirt, pulling roughly.

For a moment, you're bewildered as you gaze at him, the pinched expression creasing his face. His stuttered movement draws your attention downwards, and you look low to find…

Oh.

Gradually, sluggishly, Bucky regains use of his senses. His eyes blink open a fraction at a time, like each lid weighs a ton. His arms sag by his sides like his body has liquefied, sand and cement in the place of blood and bone.

As he slowly comes to, it's clear he's just as confused as you were a moment ago, his brows slanted in question. But then he looks down, and too discovers the large, wet splotch darkening his groin, and the realization soon follows.

Delicately, you untangle yourself from his embrace, releasing his collar from your hungry grasp. The pressure cooker in your stomach slowly lets off steam as the gravity of what just happened sinks in.

With his chin still tucked, Bucky lets out a tense breath, a huff of disbelief escaping his lips. Then he's shyly raising his head towards you, muscles stiffening in unease, blush streaking up his neck, his cheeks, his ears.

You're both silent as your eyes meet again, neither one wanting or knowing how to address the situation. You didn't intend for things to peak so quickly, and you have a feeling you're not alone in the sentiment. While it's easy enough to decipher the look on his face – embarrassment, shame, horror – as for your mind, it's harder for you to get a read on your thoughts.

Before you get a chance to dissect your own brain, though, Bucky's voice is filling your head, fragmented sentences spilling out rapid fire.

"M'sorry," he says breathily, exhaling through his words. "S'just been so long since— W-What I mean is I didn't— I wasn't expecting—"

As the apologies – the explanations – tumble forth from his mouth, you can't help how the noise diminuendos, fading to the background until you can't discern it from the sound of the television.

That was… interesting, to put it plainly.

The series of events may have had an unexpected ending, sure, but unseemly? Unprompted? Unwelcomed? That's what you're trying to unravel.

While this isn't the first you've been with a hair-trigger partner, there was something this time that was inexplicably different. In these circumstances, normally, you're left disappointed but understanding; frustrated but sympathetic; optimistic but unsurprised when your own release is lackluster, if you even get that far.

Now, though… Now you're frenzied.

You're feverish, the heat still rolling off you in waves, practically melting you from the inside out. You're frantic, your imagination running wild with possibilities, fantasies of 'What if? What next? What more?' You're free falling, body plummeting through the sky, burning a hole in the atmosphere as you try to come back down to earth.

You take a deep breath, if only to slow your racing heart. You uncurl your nails from your palms as you consider what your next move is.

Where to go from here?

Bucky's still a broken record in your periphery, apologizing profusely despite it being unnecessary. Even with that premature dip in the road, this evening has been pure, unwavering bliss, your cheeks hot with an enjoyment you can't put into words. While you'd be a liar if you said you weren't a tad upset at the early curtain call, the memories amassed through the night are enough to keep your core tightly clenched.

The dinner, the drinks, the dreamy atmosphere of it all. Not to mention the sensations, the sounds, the sinful taste of his tongue. And, of course, that alluring sight; that knuckle-tearing, lash-fluttering, positively rapturous look on his face as he…

As your mind continues to wander, your eyes follow suit, and soon enough you're drifting back to that sullied spot on his bottoms. The stain is just as apparent as ever, making a spark shoot up the length of your spine. But as your eyes find their mark at the center of his lap, your vision rapidly tunnels, another unnoticed – unexpected – aspect grabbing your attention.

You glance back up at his face, seeing but not hearing the words as they leave his mouth. If he's even aware of himself, of the still-straining fabric of his trousers – tenting, enticing, inviting – then he doesn't show it.

You take one more peer below, the gears turning in your head, the embers in your belly slowly reigniting. Past experience had deemed that the final stroke of midnight, your prince replaced by a pauper. Instead, this night seems to be full of surprises as a path ahead suddenly reveals itself.

"I swear this has never happened befo—"

Bucky's muted as you rear forward, smothering him with a fervent, fiery kiss.

"Shhh," you hush, then you're pushing, insistently so, so that he's falling backwards, taking you with him.

His back meets the cushions with an ungraceful ooof, his legs sprawling awkwardly across the couch. He looks up at you with all the confusion of a lost, little puppy, but you don't give him a chance to question your actions.

"It's okay. You don't have to worry," you promise, deftly maneuvering around his frame, planting a knee on either side of his waist.

Pointedly, you lower your pelvis until you're hovering just above his lap, one more inch and you'd be slick with the mess of it. You chase off any lingering concern with a press of your mouths together, a soft lick at the seam of his lips. Then you lean down slowly, a tease more than anything, until you're tickling the shell of his ear with your whispers.

"We've still got a long night ahead."

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A/N: I'd love to know what you thought! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!

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ihatealimore · 1 year

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Baking Gone Wrong

It gets spicy (Nothing too graphic). (word count: 1,493)

Your boyfriend is a pro at baking and that's no secret to anybody, especially you. While you may be okay with cooking simple meals and desserts, baking more complicated things still confuse you. Kurapika works late today, giving you the perfect opportunity to surprise him with a delicious dessert.

You've decided on making a red velvet cake, nonetheless, you've been struggling with following the directions from the beginning. Not to mention, that you've had to make a trip or two back to the store to pick up frosting and eggs. Already, you've had to remake the batter twice after accidentally burning the cake as well as mixing in too much flour.

You let out a long huff as you slide the cake pan back into the oven after deciding that it was still too runny in the middle. Your eyes fall on the messy kitchen in front of you. Batter droplets are spattered onto the floor and the countertops, while flour is also littering the floor. Your apron itself is covered in flour and cake batter as well as your face.

But this cake is the one! This one is going to turn out just the way you want it to. Luckily, you still have an hour or two before your loving boyfriend returns home, giving you time to at least frost the cake before he sees it. You're hoping that he'll be impressed by your skills when he finally sees and tastes your concoction.

While the cake is baking, you decide to start cleaning up the mess you've made of the kitchen, only stopping when the oven timer finally dings. You're quick to grab an oven mitt and pull the pan out of the oven, turning the oven off as you do. After waiting an appropriate amount of time, you begin to frost the cake, hearing the front door open when you're nearly halfway finished.

"(Y/N), my treasure, are you in the kitchen?" Kurapika's voice echoes out to you from the living room, "Were you cooking something?"

You can hear his footsteps nearing the room, prompting you to shout back in response, "Don't come in here yet! You'll ruin the surprise!"

"What surprise could that be, I wonder...?" He says to himself with a sly smile on his face as he holds a hand against his chin, "It could not possibly be something you baked, could it?"

"Shhh! You'll find out when I finish!" You frost the cake at a faster pace than before, glancing up to peek at the door every couple of seconds. After a few more minutes of this, you look back over your handiwork, deciding that the cake is worthy of being seen now, "Okay, you can come in!"

The door handle turns and the door slowly opens as Kurapika takes a few steps into the kitchen. He's still wearing his suit from work, although the tie is loosened just a tad, and his jacket is nowhere to be found.

He approaches the counter with a loving smile on his face as he closely examines your cake, glancing at you afterward, "This is an amazing surprise, my love. It looks delicious."

"Do you really think so?" You ask him with a hopeful, yet, tired smile on your face, "I messed up the first couple of attempts I had."

He can't help but chuckle at your confession, "Yes, I believe you did a great job. You always manage to somehow impress me."

"That's exactly what I was hoping you would say!" You let out a sigh of relief, wiping some sweat and flour off of your forehead, "I hope it tastes okay."

"Let's find out, shall we?" Kurapika takes a few steps closer to you, gently wiping some batter off of your face with his thumb and licking it off. His smile widens after his taste test, "Just as I thought, it tastes delicious."

You try to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks, although your flustered state isn't left unnoticed by the Kurta, "H-hey! I haven't even been able to taste it yet!"

"Oh?" A devious smile appears on Kurapika's face as an idea comes to his mind, "Shall we fix that?"

You nod a few times in response, albeit you can tell that he's definitely up to no good.

He scoops some frosting off of the cake and onto his thumb, holding it up near your mouth, "Now, say 'Ahh'," You open your mouth, allowing him to smear the chocolate onto your tongue as you lick the frosting off. He smiles at you mischievously, wondering, "How does it taste, (Y/N?)"

"I-it's good!" This man truly knows how to fluster you and leave you caught off-guard so easily. By the looks of it, he's really enjoying teasing you, much to your chagrin.

"I would like another taste myself," He says, glancing at the cake before his eyes fall back on you. Within a few seconds, he's pressed flush against you, causing you to back up into the counter, "Not of the cake, though."

He has an evil glint in his eyes before he places a hand on your cheek, tilting your head upwards. Kurapika leans into you, his lips crashing into yours. You melt into the kiss, your hands landing on the countertop behind you to steady yourself. His tongue hungrily enters your mouth, exploring for a few moments before he finally pulls away from you, leaving both of you gasping for air.

"Where did that come from...?" You question the blonde-haired man as you pant for breath.

His soft laughter fills the room, his face flushed red as he wonders, "Ah, did you not enjoy my boldness, my treasure?"

You avert your eyes from him as you mumble under your breath, "I did."

"What was that?"

"I said that I liked it," You say louder as you cross your arms with a pouty expression evident on your lips.

"I was hoping you would say that," The Kurta places his hands on either side of your hips, lifting you up to set you down on the countertop, much to your surprise, "Care for another taste, my dear?"

You turn back towards him as you bashfully nod. Your eyes fall on the tie dangling from his neck, giving you a fiendish idea of your own, "I would love one," Before he can lean in to kiss you again, you've already grabbed on to his tie, pulling him up to your level as you passionately kiss him.

His hands roam your sides as he deepens the kiss, your tongue finding a way into his mouth this time. He pulls away from you briefly to take a breath of air but you quickly pull him back into another heated kiss. You let his tie fall from your grasp as your hands move to undo the buttons on his shirt. Your actions prompt the Kurta to slide the apron over your head and throw it aside as he continues his merciless attack of frenzied kisses.

Your hands find his exposed abdomen as you let your hands roam free, his own fingers now undoing the first few buttons of your blouse. You guide one of his hands to one of your breasts, allowing him to gently cup it in his own hand. He pushes you further back onto the counter as this exchange becomes more heated, his lips rarely disconnecting from yours.

When his lips do part with yours, they find your neck instead, as he begins to leave small kisses trailing down your neck, stopping at your clavicle. He bites down on the skin of your neck, albeit softly, as he reaches around your back with his free hand to undo your bra.

Right as he begins to remove the piece of clothing from your body, the doorbell rings over and over again. The loud shouting of your friend can be heard muffled through the walls. He pulls back from you, etching the image of how flustered and beautiful you look right now in his mind. He's panting profusely, his face completely red.

"It seems as if I forgot that I had invited Leorio over to help him study today," Kurapika explains to you while he tries to catch his breath, "I apologize for having to cut our fun short," He wipes some saliva away from your lips with his thumb, a seductive look in his eyes, "You look so beautiful, my treasure."

"I-it's fine," You choke out through your own gasping breaths, "We'll just have to continue this later."

"I can promise you that I already intended on doing so," He responds with a devilish smirk evident on his face, "I just cannot help myself when it comes to you."

You button your shirt back up as Kurapika does the same. After he's straightened out his outfit, he turns to leave the room, however, he stops before he can pass through the doorway, "And (Y/N)?"

"Hmm? What is it?"

He turns back to you with that same grin on his face and a lustful gaze in his eyes, "I believe that you taste much more delicious than the cake."

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