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hannieehaee · 6 months

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18+ / mdi

content: f2l!jun, jealous!jun, a lil bit of possessiveness, he's in love with u, afab reader, smut, penetrative sex, semi-public sex, etc.

wc: 1994

a/n: i love writing jun he's so ... he's so jun

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jun was an idiot.

okay, maybe that was too harsh.

no, actually that was pretty much correct.

because if he wasnt an idiot he wouldnt be standing here right now, watching as the pretty bartender flirted with you.

had he acted on his feelings earlier (or literally ever), he wouldnt have to watch as the bartender gave you free drink after free drink, clearly slipping you his number on a napkin. what did he have that jun didnt? balls? yeah, maybe. but it wasnt fair! jun was your best friend, it's not like he could just give you his number and call it a day. you already had his number! that, and he needed to go through the whole 'sorry, i know we're just friends, but id like to submit an application for the promotion to boyfriend now.' he already had a whole thing going with you; a very platonic thing.

so now all he could do was sit there and watch. watch you in your pretty dress, hugging your body in the most delicious of ways, as the bartender looked you up and down, almost as if he was planning the easiest way to eat you right there and then. jun needed to stop this. you didnt seem uncomfortable or even phased by it, just showing plain disinterest, so he really had no valid reason to storm over there and drag you away. which is why he wasnt sure why he did just that.

you knew jun as a bit of a weird guy. someone who just did things without much thought in mind. so it didn't surprise jun when you didnt question him upon marching up to you, churning out an excuse of 'we need to go to the bathroom!' before pulling you away from the bartender's vicinity.

to be fair, he did take you to the bathroom. he quite literally took over the bathroom, walking you in and locking the door behind him, not allowing any other person to enter. it was an exaggerated yet ominous act. once he calmed himself down a bit, he turned back to you as you looked at him with wide eyes, head turned slightly to the side, clearly confused at his actions. okay, yeah, this was weird. even for jun standards.

"what was that?" you asked, wondering why he was being extra dramatic than usual.

"uhh .. that? just, i .. i didnt- i didnt like the way he was looking at you .." jun was never good at thinking on his feet. he needed time to formulate answers and think. and even then, he would sometimes stumble over his words, just like now.

"what? he just gave me his number. it's not like-"

"no! you should- you should throw it away. uh, please?"

"why would i do that? he was cute, i was thinking of hitting him up an-"

"NO!," his words interrupted you again, leaving his mouth before he could think.

"jun, what's wrong with you today ..?"

"listen, i ... i- it's just .."

"jun! what is it??" you were clearly growing more and more confused by the second. jun needed to salvage the situation. except, in true jun fashion, he did the opposite of what he intended.

"i like you, okay?," he gulped loudly before continuing, "i dont want a stupid bartender giving you his number. i dont want to see guys staring at you at the gym. i dont want jeonghan flirting with you. it's- it's all driving me crazy. i know i shouldve told you, okay? i know. i'm too late, i know. i shouldve asked you from the day we met. but you were so ... and- and i panicked! i love being your best friend, i do. but- but i just like you so much. i like you and i dont know what to do. i-"

"jun."

"no, listen! i get it. we're best friends and we've been best friends forever, and i know you don't see me that way, but-"

"jun!"

"-but watching you get attention from all these guys is just making me so- it's driving me insane. i cant stand the thought of you with someone else anymore. i know you havent really dated since we met, but even the thought makes me-"

"wen junhui! shut up!!"

he finally slammed his mouth shut at this, finally allowing your interruption to get through to him. he was now paying full attention to you. you were closer than he remembered before he started senselessly ranting at you. you were right in front of him, actually, staring up at him with eyes he had never seen before.

you grabbed his arms, limp at his sides, and wrapped them around your waist, now pressing the two of you almost chest to chest. he didn't know where this was going, but he'd allow you to do whatever you wanted as long as it meant it was him you were looking at and no one else.

"junnie ... you're such a fucking idiot."

okay. he already knew that.

"i like you too."

wait, what?

he gaped at you, "what?"

very smooth.

"you're so fucking stupid. you couldve just told me you liked me," despite your insults, you now had your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, almost pulling him down to you. it had his heart beating like crazy as he kept his own arms wrapped around you.

"i- you liked me?!"

"yes, you idiot! why do you think i havent dated anyone since we met?"

"i thought maybe you just didnt have any game, i dont know!"

"jun!"

"shit. sorry, i meant- hmph!"

your attack on him had been too quick for him to even process. without having realized, you had pulled him down the rest of the way, quite literally launching an attack on his lips with your own. for a few seconds he just stood there, eyes wide in surprise as he let you kiss him with no reciprocation. he was too shocked to respond, despite how badly he wanted to. it went like this until you pulled away, probably thinking this wasnt what he wanted.

he panicked once again, immediately pulling you back to his lips, backing you up against the nearest wall. that's when he really started to perform to his full potential. he pulled all stops, feeling nothing but pure bliss at finally feeling your lips against his. he licked frantically into your mouth, running his hands up and down every inch of your body, sighing at every moan that escaped your mouth and entered his.

he felt like he was on cloud nine, with you so pliant against his hold. suddenly an animalistic sense deep within him started to come out. every soft sigh you released against him, and every shudder of your body had his resolve breaking. he had to hold back from picking you up and pounding you into the wall. whatever it was that was taking over him, he had never felt before. there was a cloud in his mind giving him sinister thoughts; thoughts of you crying as he pistoned into you, letting all his desires finally release after the years-long wait for you to land in his arms.

"w-want you so fucking bad. please ...l he opted for communicating his desires, wanting nothing more than for you to reciprocate his insane want for you.

your response was found in you licking into his open mouth as he spoke, whispering at him to do whatever he wanted to you, claiming you had waited far too long to feel him. revealing that you thought of him every night and that your resolve had broken long ago.

his eyes rolled back at your lust, knowing his matched by a tenfold. he made quick work of your dress, pulling it up to uncover your crotch while pulling his own pants down just enough for him to begin rubbing his length against the thin cloth of your panties. he wanted your nude body so badly, but he knew it wasnt the time nor place. he'd save that vision for another day (most likely an hour or so, maybe after making you scream his name in the pub's bathroom).

"junnie ... please just-fuck! just fuck me," he understood your rush, already growing drunk on the feeling of his cock rubbing against your delicious cunt. god, that was yet another thing he needed to save for later; your thighs suffocating his head as he licked every drop of arousal out of you.

no. he needed to concentrate. he needed to get his cock wet and warmed up by your pretty cunt. and that's exactly what he did next, moaning out at the feeling of you enveloping him almost as if he'd belonged there all along.

"that's ... shit, that's such a pretty cunt, baby. fuck ..."

"wanted this cunt for so long, shit, fuck. it's so fucking good."

"all mine now ... no one else can have it .."

"fuck, gonna take you home and keep you locked in my room. go-gonna fuck you every day to make up for lost time, shit."

he couldn't help the candid words leaving his mouth. his mind kept screaming at him to show you how fucking badly he wanted you. there was nothing more perfect than the feeling of your body against his, all while your mewls of pleasure filled his ears. the thought of taking you home and keeping you in his arms forever made him feel like he was in nirvana. it almost overpowered the actual feeling of nirvana your cunt was giving him as you strangled his cock between your walls.

god, your cunt. he always knew you'd feel like heaven, but nothing couldve prepared him for this. no longer did he ever have to worry about the platonic wall that had been placed between him and your beautiful body (and mind and soul and everything else). now he had you all to himself, and he'd never let another man even imagine being in his current position.

"junnie ... need to cum. please. y-you're so fucking big. fuck!"

he needed to hear more of you. needed you to cry about his big cock bruising your cervix. so, he did what any reasonable person would and began pistoning in and out of you at a savage pace, feeding on the cries of pleasure leaving your lips.

"th-right there! fuck! junnie, please ... do-don't stop. gonna cum. g-gonna- shit ..."

not a single sentence could leave your body anymore as jun finally triggered your impending orgasm, with your own end dragging his out of him almost immediately.

the two of you breathed heavily against each other, hands unable to separate from the other's body for even a second. it felt comfortable; right. it was as if you'd done this together before. he felt like this was what he was supposed to be doing all along.

"do you really like me back?"

"jun, you idiot. yes! i wouldnt have let you fuck me in a dirty pub bathroom if i didnt like you."

"ah. hah, just making sure," he wasnt too sure where the horny monster inside of him had gone, now going back to his slightly awkward demeanor.

"now ... are you gonna make good on your promise?"

"huh?"

"gonna take me home and keep me locked up in your room?"

oh. you were flirting with him. your hands were rubbing at the back of his ear, making him swoon at your delicate touch. fuck, you were good at this. one word from you and he was putty in your hands. but it was fine. he liked it that way.

"y-yes."

"then take me home, baby. show me what you've been wanting to do to me all this time"

jun made a mental note to thank the bartender on his way out for making him jealous enough to act on his feelings as you dragged him away, clearly just as eager to get on his bed.

thank fucking god for that stupid bartender.

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futurecorps3 · 10 months

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Hiii. This is my first time requesting so I don't know if I'm doing it correctly, but here it goes. It's about poly marauders

One in which the reader gets detention and the boys are wondering why and she does not tell them , and they get angry at her because they think she did a prank without them ar something

And then it turns out she like punched Snape , because he was talking bad about her boys and her. And like can you make it very very fluffy in the end

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Summary: Read the request baby Pairing: Poly!marauders x reader Warnings: physical violence but not too descriptive, Snape calls reader a slut ❤️ and some more mean stuff. Word Count: .9K Requested: Yes

A/N: Yes!!! I love love love the angst this gives<3 Thanks for requesting my love, you did it correctly, there's rarely a wrong way of doing it so please don't worry! Also, this turned out to be a drabble more than a fic, hope you don't mind <3

Eyes turned as the beloved quartet stormed through the common room and onto the stairs of the Gryffindor dorms. Sirius trying to catch Y/N's wrist so she wouldn't lock herself in her room while their boyfriends walked behind them, James with an upset look in his eyes and Remus sporting furrowed eyebrows that showed unease more than anything.

"Y/N just talk to me!" the raven haired boy grumbled, trying to catch up with his girlfriend, eventually doing so right before she shut the door on his face. "Thanks babe," mumbled Prongs as their boyfriend held the door open for them. The girl sat on her bed when all the others in the dorm quickly left so they could have some privacy, not wanting to snoop on whatever the matter was.

"Why are you even upset about this!? I got detention, big deal" Y/N sighs, cradling her head in her hands, a headache from all the commotion already settling in. Her boyfriends knew she was suppressing something, and Sirius was really pissed about it; she didn't make it to their date that day, and when they found her she was exiting McGonagall's classroom with Snape.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because we were stood up by our girlfriend and noticed she so happened to be in detention with our worst enemy!?" "That's a bit dramat-" James started but was soon interrupted by his boyfriend's cold stare and decided to keep his comment to himself.

"What are you hiding?" Said Prongs in a very defensive tone, making Y/N lose it. "Hiding!? Like I committed a crime or some shit... I got detention and Snivellus got detention! That's it, so j-just go." Remus shook his head and walked over to his girlfriend, his boyfriends shutting up when he did. He had kept quiet since they found her, but since that's exactly how the boy acted when he got mad, he really couldn't blame her for not approaching him.

Something told him there was way more to this whole deal than being in detention; Remus could read everyone like one of his novels, and Y/N's slightly red knuckles and shaky hands were definitely telling a story. He gently took her hands and searched for those beautiful brown eyes, finding them slightly glossed over.

"How are you not mad at all!?" The Potter boy asked, an approving nod coming from their boyfriend, who was now under his arms to calm himself down. "Something's up" Moony mumbled, audibly enough for them to hear. Y/N tensed up at that. Bingo.

He sat next to her, and she immediately crawled up on his lap, covering his sweater in salty tears. They knew Y/N short circuited when she was upset, so they all got very protective whenever she cried or got too angry; "She kind of freezes," Padfoot said once. "It's okay, keep breathing," Moony cooed as their boyfriends sat next to them, all anger forgotten and replaced by worry.

They waited for a couple of minutes until she calmed down, and when her breath steadied, she left her safe heaven Remus' chest. Y/N crawled down his lap and sat between James and him. "I punched Snape on the face because he was being mean again and I got sick of his shit..."

Prongs' gaze went directly to her knuckles in worry. Sirius laughed loudly and kissed her cheek while Remus smiled proudly at his girl; she was upset because they pushed her, not for whatever reason got her in detention. Y/N smiled, reassuring her boyfriend her hand was okay and letting the raven haired boy pepper her face in kisses.

They knew their girlfriend had a fire inside

"What did he say now? Wanna talk about it?" Prongs quizzed, knowing it was common for Y/N to get in her head about these types of things. "He called me a slut, said it must be some muggle stuff that I got you three involved in... and then said Jamie is compensating for not being able to be with Lily since she's with Mary"

"I'll hex the bastard" Said Sirius with his French accent seeping through as it so happened when he was upset, already getting up from the bed before Remus grabbed his wrist. "Calm down love, it's nothing he hasn't said before". James gave him a reassuring smile, agreeing with their boyfriend as Moony chuckled; "Plus, I think he got enough, courtesy of our bright girl".

Y/N laughed at that before noticing a certain glint in their boyfriend's eyes. "All good Jamie?" She asked, grabbing his face in both her hands, his pair of glasses partially hiding the pools of brown gazing at her lovingly. "M'sorry we were mean to you" he mumbled, pouting slightly as he looked into her eyes.

The girl's heart melted, hugging James tightly. "It's okay" "It's not though" said Sirius in a whine, hugging her from behind, making a sandwich of his boyfriend, girlfriend and him laying on the bed. Y/N giggled at the gesture, grabbing Pad's hand and looking over her shoulder at him. "You were very dramatic, but that's nothing new a-and I think it's a normal reaction. I do have to admit it was..." "...sketchy?" "...weird?" they completed.

"... rather unusual," she smiled, kissing them both on the mouth. "You're both forgiven". "Well, this is just mean. Make some space" Remus grumbled, settling between James and Y/N as they all giggled and Prongs kissed him softly.

They spent their afternoon there. With Christmas break approaching, teachers were more flexible when it came to assignments, so even Remus allowed himself to slack a little just to be with his loves. Nothing could hurt them, ever.

The scene was a portrait of their love; a warm bed, sweaty limbs and kisses all shared with the highest intimacy that spoke of a love that would endure the greatest test of all which is time.

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darlingshane · 5 months

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Professor Castle

Frank Castle x F!Reader

Summary: Frank has a weakness and it's named after you. No matter how much he tries to push you away he always returns to the same point.

CW: 18+. Explicit, Smut, Angst, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Fingering, Making out, Professor/Student relationships, Age Gap, Reader is an undergrad student in her early 20s. [I know this is very problematic. Don't come at me. It's just fiction.]

Word Count: 2.8k // AO3 Link.

A/N: This was inspired by this picture of Jon in Origin. I couldn't write for that character in particular, so I thought Frank was the best choice for it, even if it's a lot OOC.

As you muster the courage to enter and confront Professor Castle, you observe him through the cracked door of his office. He looks as good as ever, freshly shaved, in one of his Bexley plaid shirts in white with blue plaid lines, and a dark tweed blazer on top. His hair has slightly curled from the humid weather. His glasses slip a little over the bridge of his nose when he looks down, and he pushes them back in place before tucking a folder in his leather case. You haven't seen him in a few days. Even when you submitted the form to drop his class you managed to leave it on his desk yesterday after he left home. And just early this morning before getting to campus you got an email from him from his uni account, formally denying your request to drop. You don't give a fuck about failing and having to take another course with a different teacher but after what he told you last weekend, you can't stay in his class any longer. It'd be like torture having to see him and not being able to be with him like you desire to.

Of course, you don't ever want to get him in trouble either, he has a lot more to lose than you. But if he doesn't want to see you anymore, then so don't you. So, after a moment of consideration you just clench your fist as hard as you can, set your jaw straight, and storm into the office without announcing yourself. The door slamming the door behind you is what alerts him of your presence. The loud sound makes his head snap up to look at you, standing as tall as you can.

“You can't force me to stay in your class.” You say firmly without raising your voice.

His brow knits behind the thin frame of his glasses as he processes your intrusion.

“No, I guess I can't force you. But I can't let you drop either. You missed the deadline. Unless you have a good excuse like a serious medical condition or emergency the school is not going to let you withdraw at this point. It's out of my hands.”

“Does dying of heartbreak count as a medical emergency?”

“Jesus Christ, you theater kids are really dramatic.”

“Hey, you're the one who told me to join a club.”

“Yeah, but I meant something else like uh… the debate team, the honor society, the newspaper, or the fucking model UN.”

“Well, I made my choice and so did you. I can't just keep showing up at your class and pretend that nothing happened. Can you just think of something? If I meant anything to you… just give me this, Frank.”

You never said his first name before on school grounds. It sounds like a curse word as it slips out of your mouth.

“There are only two months left. That's nothing. Are you telling me you're willing to throw all of that away for me?”

“Yes, because if I can't have you then I can't see you either.”

You catch when his Adam's apple anxiously goes up and down as you say that.

“This is all my fault. I should've never… I should've put a stop to it when I had the chance.”

“Frank—” You take a step closer to his desk, but he promptly holds a placating palm in the air to push you to a stop.

“Don't. Please. Don't throw away your future for me or for anyone for that matter. You're smart and young and strong enough to endure a few more classes. You'll be getting your bachelor's next year, sweetheart. After that… you won't even remember I was ever part of your life.”

“I won't ever forget. I'm begging you. Just let me go or take me back… but…” your frustration knots in your throat. “Stop pushing me away. I know you love me.”

“It doesn't matter if I do. We both have a lot to lose if they find out.”

“Nobody will. We'll be more careful… We could just start over somewhere else, just you and me.”

“Life is not a movie. It doesn't work like that. I know it feels like a matter of life or death right but when you're older—”

“Don't patronize me. I know what I feel. Just take me out of your class or don't. I won't show up either way.”

You turn around to leave the room at once but Frank quickly shuffles behind you and as you reach to grab the handle, he holds the door closed and secures the lock before your eyes.

“So help me God, you're gonna be the end of me, sweetheart.” His tone changes to an octave graver that sends a chill through your spine.

“What are you doing?” You turn around as he steps so awfully close you can capture the strong scent of his aftershave.

“You're going to stay in my class. Front row. Every Wednesday at 10. Then, you're going to ace your final in May. I don't ever wanna hear you again saying otherwise. Is that clear?” He states as a matter of fact, as if you had no choice but to comply with his demand.

“Why are you so convinced I will?”

You watch him up close as he takes off his glasses and lifts his opposite hand to frame your jaw. With conflicted thoughts he pushes your back against the wall, as his face leans to seize your mouth. Professor Castle slowly spells with his tongue all the secrets kept between you in just one beautiful kiss that leaves you breathless.

“Is that enough?” His head pulls back as he sets his glasses back over his eyes as you smooth the lapels of his blazer.

“I'm not sure,” you draw a breath and let the bookbag hanging on your shoulder fall to the floor. “I think I'm gonna need a bigger incentive.”

“There's never enough for you, huh?” he holds your jaw again and tilts your head to the side as he buries his mouth in the crook of your neck.

His lips hold some sort of spell that enchants your body with just a few nips on your skin. The tip of his tongue is laced with poison that intoxicates each and all of your senses as it juts out to leave a wet trace from your collarbone to the back of your ear before pulling back. His eyes turn darker behind the glass as he locks eyes with you. Your pulse picks up in your chest as he licks his lips and allows lust to take over. He watches his thumb trace the shape of your mouth before fiercely succumbing to the temptation of your lips once more, with feeling.

As your arms curl around his neck, his hands travel beneath the hem of your striped, knitted sweater to bask in the warmth of your skin. The sloppy sounds of your kisses sound like sin in this room. You should stop. He should too. But neither of you have enough strength to push the other away.

One of his hands stays pressed on your spine while the other travels down your denim skirt and slips underneath the hem. Hiking it up, his large palm shamelessly grabs your ass, molds your flesh to the shape of his fingers over your panties. Your skin quickly heats up and your mind swirls along the maddening rhythm of his tongue. He presses himself so hard against you, it feels like he's already fucking you, but it's the illusion of his fingers bluntly sliding between your legs and pressing over your opening, stirring a good moan out of you.

“Sh, sh…” he breaks the kiss and whispers a millimeter away from your mouth. “Gotta be quiet now, yeah?”

You simply nod, having his eyes gauging your expression changing as his hand viciously massages your pussy.

“Like that?” His lips pull up at the corners, and you mirror his expression as you softly pant.

“Fuck yeah.”

Then, you close your eyes and press your forehead to his shoulder, keeping your hands anchored to his arms as your juices stain the fabric of your underwear.

“You're dripping, sweetheart.” His voice echoes in your ear. “Is this what you want?”

He presses harder as your grip on him tightens.

“Yeah.”

For a second you think he's going to finish you right there but all of a sudden he stops.

“C'mere,” he locks your arms around his neck before lifting your ass in his hands without much effort. You tuck your legs around his hips as he takes turns around and walks toward the desk.

Keeping you secured in one arm, Frank blindly moves the stuff in the middle before carefully lowering you down on the wooden surface. While you lay on your back, he sits on his chair and brings your ass close to the edge. Instead of letting your legs dangle, he places your feet on each arm of his chair as he kisses one of your knees.

“God, you're so beautiful,” he mumbles against your skin as he rolls down the fabric of one of your thigh-high stockings to uncover your leg. He does the same with the other stocking before letting his lips get his reward.

The inside of your thigh leads a straight road down to hell. After last weekend, he promised himself he would never cross that line again, but he has a weakness, and it’s named after you. It's taken him through a dangerous path that puts everything he ever believed into question. He could lose his job and his reputation if someone were to cross the door to his office and find you spread like a meal ready to consume. It's lunchtime after all, and he can't think of anything better to feast on other than you. His lips trail that perdition-paved road on your thigh as his fingers softly brush the back of your leg. Your skin sticks out as you pull your knees further apart to make room for his face as it gets closer to your center. The corner of his glasses gently pokes the top of your thigh when he reaches that crucial point. You bite your lip and stare at the broken fixture on the ceiling and try to keep yourself from moaning when he pulls your panties to the side. He stretches the fabric as far as it goes, it makes a tearing sound, but it doesn't break. You couldn't care less if he rips them apart. It wouldn't be the first time either. He’s ruined two pairs already. Professor Castle has a wild side that only comes untamed when he’s with you. But this is different. He's never gone down on you right in his own office on campus like he's about to do. You both know the implications of that, but rules be damned right now. All that worry floats out of your head as his tongue makes first contact with your pussy. He draws a line from your opening up to your clit ever so softly before pulling your outer lips apart and diving in. He has just an ounce of restraint himself from going too hard and making you scream out in pleasure, even though he wants so badly to suck on your clit to hear you pleading for more. To stir out of your voice call out his name and title out of sheer joy. But he holds back. He presses an array of kisses and nibbles all over your folds as you close your eyes to focus on the torturing slow pace of his tongue. Your nipples are hard as a rock under your bra, your legs strain to stay in position when Frank slowly laps around your clit, collecting your arousal as your breathing hollows. He places a palm on your stomach, right under your sweater and catches the effects of his mouth in the way your body reacts. There’s an added edge to doing this right here, it makes his cock throb in his underwear as you mumble his name.

“Frank.” It comes out as a murmur, and he hums against your tender skin before going a little harder. There’s only so much he can do to up the pace and make you come without alerting anyone behind that door of what’s happening inside.

We'll be more careful, you said. He eats out your words straight out of your sex.

To speed up the process uses his other hand to slip two fingers into your opening and press on your g-spot. Your back arches in response. Frank has to press that hand on your abdomen a little harder to keep you from squirming too much. It feels like an eternity until you reach the point of no return, once you're there you can feel that fire burning bright at your core as a mind-numbing chill settles at the back of your head. You've never felt that intense jolt sparking your body like fireworks before. Then again you don't have much to compare him to other than the one and only boyfriend you had when you started college.

You grip at his hair as he cues your orgasm. With a strong flick of his tongue and that adamant pressing of your walls you finally come undone. You bury a moan in your throat as every cell of your body is touched by that wildfire that travels from your center out in every direction. It curls your toes in your shoes, your eyes shut, your knees clench together before he can pull his face away. As the orgasm ebbs he sets himself free from your thighs and watches you descend from cloud nine. He uses a tissue to clean up your cunt and fixes your panties to their former position. Then, Frank settles your legs down as your body goes completely limp, and straightens your skirt over your thighs with such love it almost makes you cry.

“Frank,” your voice comes out watery.

“Sh, it's okay, baby. I know. Come here.” He helps you up and pulls you onto his lap.

“I missed you.”

“I know.” He smiles against your hair as he snuggles you against his chest. “I’ve missed you too, sweetheart.”

You clear your throat and stay still for a minute while his hand soothes your back before noticing he’s still hard.

“Do you want me to take care of this?” You fondle his bulge over his pants.

“No, that’s okay. That’s my punishment for hurting you.” He takes your hand away, brings it up to his lip to kiss your knuckles.

“You really have a thing for punishment, huh?” You quip, lifting your head to look at him. It’s then that you notice his messed up hair and send our fingers to fix it.

“Not as much as you do.” His hand pats your ass reminding you of all those times you've begged him to spank you when you were being a brat.

You laugh as you take off his glasses and use the hem of your sweater to clean them.

“Can I come over this weekend?” You ask putting his eyewear back on.

“I have that wedding I told you about. Can't get out of it, I'm the best man.”

“Right. Of course. One of your marine buddies. Florida, right?”

“Yeah.” His stare goes down as he massages your hand thinking that maybe… “You could come with me if you want.”

“I uh… I don't think I'm ready for that.”

“No, you are. Nobody will know you there, and I don't wanna keep lying about you, at least not to my friends. They won't give a fuck, you know? I'm tired of being set up for blind dates and shit.”

“Oh, it must be really hard being you.” You mock.

“Don't laugh. Just think about it. It'll be something casual at the beach. I'll get you a ticket if you're worried about that.”

“I really changed your mind, did I? That's a full 180 from what you said the other day, Frank. Are you sure you want this?”

“Yeah, I was only fooling myself thinking that I could stay away from you. Which I would've if you hadn't shown up here with a fucking attitude. But you're right, we'll have to be more careful from now on.”

“And we can do whatever we want in Florida.”

“Yeah, you wanna come?”

“Only if you really want me there.”

“I wouldn't be asking if I didn't.”

“Then I'll go with you.”

You press your lips sweetly against his and let them bounce together for a moment before getting back to reality. You pull up your stockings all the way up and fix up your clothes before collecting your bag from the floor. But Professor Castle can't help but stall for a bit longer to kiss you once more until you have no choice but to run to your next class.

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle fanfiction #the punisher fanfiction #frank castle smut #jon bernthal #jon bernthal fanfiction #jon bernthal smut #angst #smut #darlingwrites

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huggybearhughes43 · 3 months

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omg can you write like a jeremy swayman smut pls there isn’t enough for this fine ass man 😞

You asked him?!

Jeremy Swayman x Fem! Reader

Warnings- enemies to lovers (ur not human if you hate this man idc), smut smut smut smut, PnV, anal penetration🤫, love bites, cursing, creampie, lmk if there’s anything else

Summary- Since the day you started working as the bruins management the goalie had it out for you. Nothing in particular set him off but now you two couldn’t go a day without arguing. Your best friend told you to forget your resent argument but you couldn’t. So you showed up to his apartment to ask what he meant by what he said.

Word count- 1.7k

Ever since the very first day of working for the Bruins, Jeremy and I had it out for each other. Nothing happened, but the second our eyes met we hated each other. Every bitchy remark or roll of the eyes had me closer and closer to slapping him everyday.

Soft chatter filled the air of the hallway to the locker room. The boys had just finished with their game and were on their way home. After every practice, it’s my job to close up the rink, which includes making everyone is out. I sigh as the last of the group walks out, or what I thought was the last.

I rub my eyes and make my way into the humid (probably from the showers) locker room. It was mere silent as I walked in. Looking down at my phone I run face first into a firm chest. I look up, so ready to apologize. My worried expression faded to an annoyed one when my eyes meet Jeremy’s.

“Could you take any longer? I have a job to do and an apartment to get back to.” I huff and put my phone in my pocket before crossing my arms.

He rolls his eyes and steps out of the way for me to enter. His hair was dripping wet with sweat and his eyes droopy, sad even. The team had just lost against the kraken. I rub my neck as I walk in, guilt hanging in the air.

“Look- I’m sorry, I-“ I begin but he cuts me off.

“I don’t need pity from some girl who knows nothing about hockey.” He chucks his bag over his shoulder.

I scoff, my arms never leaving the crossed position on my chest. “I was literally trying to be nice!”

“Shocker.” I bite my lip, trying to hold back a bitchy remark that was so close to slipping out.

“Fuck you.” I say, trying my best to not say something that I’d ultimately feel bad about later that night.

He smirks and rubs his eyes. “Word is you want to.” He shrugs and walks out of the locker room, leaving me stunned.

I do my job quickly and get out of the arena. Stepping into the apartment I’m met with the stare of my roommate, also my best friend. I’m slightly taken aback, “what?”

She breaks the stare with a blink. “Nothing, you just look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Oh,” I tsk and set my purse and keys down on the coffee table before sitting on the love seat we had in our living room. “Jeremy.” I shrug.

Lana, my best friend, groans and spins dramatically before looking back at me. “Just slap him already, please, for the sake of your mental health, I’m begging you”

I smile lightly and look at her. “I wish” I start, “he said ‘the word’ was I wanted to fuck him.” Lana huffs “he wishes” “I just wanna know who told him that. Because let me tell you, that’s the furthest thing from the truth.” I pause, “you know what, I’m gonna ask him.”

Lana furrows her brows. “Like… now?” “He lives a few roads down,I won’t be able to sleep until I know.” I grab my keys again and leave Lana in the dust as I storm outside and back into my car. It’s five minutes in the car before I’m parked in his driveway. I contemplate for a moment then get out of my car.

I knock hastily on his door, not stopping until he answered. The bright sun setting casting a purple-pink haze on the sky. He opened the door with his brows furrowed, his eyes drop down to mine before his expression softens but only an amount I would notice.

“What the hell are you doing?” His hair was dripping wet with water this time, his chest shirtless, he was only wearing a grey pair of sweatpants.

“I wanna know what you meant, when you said ‘the word is you want to’” I cross my arms bitterly and a smile cracks on his face.

He steps to the side to let me in. I gladly take the offer, not wanting to stand in the cold Boston air anymore. He closes the door as I turn around, our eyes meeting again.

“You’re telling me you came all this way to my house because you wanted to know why I said you wanted to fuck me?” He crosses his arms, his muscles flexing. I curse myself under my breath for staring. “Is that not supposed to confirm my suspicions?”

My jaw drops with a gasp. “What?! No! I don’t wanna fuck you!”. Jeremy tilts his head with a cheeky smirk, “yeah?” He takes steps closer until he was so close I could feel his breath fanning across my face. “Y-yeah.” I clear my throat. “Then tell me to stop” “wha-“ my words are cut off by his lips attaching to my neck. Soft nips every now and then between the kisses made my breath hitch and involuntary moans leave my throat.

“Jeremy- this isn’t a good idea…” his teeth pull at my skin as he moves his head to be level with mine, a smirk playing on his now plump lips. “Why? You don’t like the idea of actually liking me?” The sun was now fully gone, the only light illuminating the room was the light coming from the lamp in the corner of his entryway.

I contemplate for a moment, liking him for a change does sound nice. I sigh and move up a millimeter, connecting our lips in a harsh, hungry kiss. I felt his shit eating grin against my lips, not caring anymore I force my tongue into his mouth.

“If you think you’re in control here, you’re crazy.” He loops his hands around me onto my ass. “Jump” he whispers breathlessly. I do as he says, my legs wrapping around his waist as he hoists me up. He smirks, “good girl.” He kisses me again as he walks us to his bedroom.

He lays me on his bed softly before crawling on top of me, our lips connecting again. I moan softly into the kiss, my fingers fumbling with the waistband of his sweatpants. He tsks “I wanna see you first.” He pulls away and lifts my sweater over my head, my black Lacey bra on full display for him. He mumbles a low ‘fuck’ and places a kiss on both of my breasts before looping his fingers around the waistband of my jeans, pulling them down. I was now only left in my matching Lacey set.

His obvious bulge shown through his sweatpants. He looks up at me as he presses a kiss to my stomach before coming back up, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “And you said you didn’t wanna get fucked, huh?” My face flushes with a pink hue “it’s comfortable-“ “mhm” he kneels between my legs, kissing soft kisses before kissing my cunt through my panties. My breath hitches again as I squirm from the sensation.

He smirks and connects our eyes as he softly bites my panties before pulling them down with his teeth. “Jere- fuck” I moan as the cool air hits my wet pussy. He hooks his arms around me and undoes my bra, pulling it off. I was now left completely naked, squirming on his bed. “Jeremy” I whine as I tug on his waistband again. “Dirty girl” he whispers then pulls off the sweatpants that I had grown to hate.

My eyes slightly widen as my eyes drift down to his enlarged hard cock. “Flip over for me, yeah?” I nod and flip over for him, pushing my ass in the air for him. “Good girl” he runs a finger through my already wet cunt, forcing a moan from me. “Already so wet? Don’t even think I need to get you ready.” He squeezes my ass then I feel him press his dick against my entrance.

“Please~ I need you- I-“ my words are cut off by him easing into me. I gasp and moan out as I feel the sting of the stretch. He lets out a throaty groan as I squeeze around him. He bottoms out and the sting soon fades to pleasure. “Please move, Jere” he smirks at the nickname and retracts before slamming into me. I moan out loudly as I arch my back, my ass pressing into his pelvis.

Jeremy lolls his head back in pleasure, pinching his eyes shut as he pounds into me. I could think of anything but him and his cock as he fucked me dumb. I press my face into the pillows on his bed, muffling the moans. My head turns to the side, I gasp out quiet sobs of pleasure, feeling a calloused thumb prod at my tight asshole.

“Jeremy m’gonna cum” I manage to gasp out, my cunt clenching around his thick shaft. “Cum for me, pretty girl.” I cry out as I cum around his cock, breathing hard to catch my breath. He leans down to kiss my shoulder softly. “Where do you want it?” “In me Jere, I’m on the pill” I hear his light chuckle turned in a groan as he fills me up with his warm ropes. He pulls out slowly before collapsing beside me.

“We should’ve done that way sooner, baby.” He moves a hair out of my face. Still on my stomach, I smile softly. “I don’t think I can ever hate you again.” We share a laugh as he gets up. “Be right back.” Moments later he comes back with a warm cloth and a glass of water. He sits the water down on the side table as he moves to hover me again, pressing a kiss to my lips before cleaning me up with the cloth.

He lays next to me once again, pulling the covers over both of us. I nestle into him in a cuddle and drift to sleep.

After soft morning kisses and protests I insisted that I needed to get home to get ready for work. Jeremy pouting when I remind him I’d see him in a hour at work.

I was met with a judgmental stare from Lana as I walked through my front door. “You asked him?! And what did that get you?” I smile sheepishly.

“The best fuck of my life?”

~~~

Me when I got this request:

If Jeremy Swayman has no fans I’m DEAD

#smut #hockey smut #jeremy swayman smut #jeremy swayman #nhl

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lottiecrabie · 1 year

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warm me up – matty healy

after a freezing date, you and your boyfriend matty must find a way to warm yourself up

warnings: 18+, cockwarming, fluff

1445 words

The cold bites your cheeks. It seeps beneath your winter coat and the sweater you stole from Matty, beneath the two pairs of wool socks you put on, beneath even your blue mittens you’re rubbing together for a sliver of warmth. Matty chuckles at you as he unlocks the door, unfairly slow from his own numb fingers.

He has a dust of snow over his dark curls unraveling from the merciless wind. You tried to tell him to wear a hat, but he’s always been more about style than function. The tip of his ears are bright red, so you feel a little vindicated.

Your hand reaches out to tickle the icy skin, laughing as he scrunches into his neck, shaking you off. The door opens wide. Snow falls into the house as you step through with your wet boots.

“Shit, it’s freezing here, too,” you say, unspooling your red scarf from your neck. Matty drops the two pairs of skates from his shoulder with a sigh of relief. The sound rings through the house. You wince at the poor floors.

Matty racks a hand through his snowy hair. For a blink of a moment, it storms in the house. It feels just like him; creating blizzards from the tips of him, making the universe from inside a house. He tiptoes over your ridiculous collection of shoes, checking the thermostat.

He frowns at the sight, pressing buttons at random. “I don’t think the heating is working.”

“No way.” You’re still shivering for God’s sake. Matty looks back at you with an apologetic smile. You groan, dropping on the couch with a dramatic sigh. “Winter sucks.” You sniffle, digging your red chin under his sweater.

Matty laughs. He falls on the couch beside you, sighing with bone-heavy exhaustion. Any fight for righteous heating seems to fly out of you. “You literally just said you loved winter.”

Your head rests on his shoulder. His skin is cold too, of course, but just the idea of him warms you up. You mumble, “That was when I was making snow angels and winning the snowball fight.”

“You didn’t win.”

You gasp, sitting up. “I so did! I had you eating snow.”

“Only because you cheated!” And, sure, maybe you did seduce him, sat in his lap, and then shoved handfuls of snow in his head, but that was a fair strategy. It’s not your fault he didn’t try very hard to push you away when you were giggling in his face, shifting your hips to keep him in place.

“You would too if it worked on me,” you huffed, nose upping.

Matty laughs at you. It’s easy and open, some sort of secret shared between the sugar sweet space between you. His hand sneaks under his sweater, cold fingers pressing against your stomach. You squeak, pushing him away. “You’re freezing.”

“I know,” he breathes, nipping at your cheek. Even the tip of his nose is frigid. “Warm me up.”

You roll your eyes. “How am I supposed to do that? I’m freezing, too.” Matty hums. He takes your leg, dropping it over his lap so you fit snugly against him. His smile rises as he watches you, hair falling around you like some lingering snow angel. “Want a rematch, huh?” You whisper cheekily.

“Always.” His thumbs rub over your clothed hips. “I think I have a chance this time.”

Your fingers bury in his hair. He sighs, eyes closing in relief. “Never,” you say against his lips, kissing him. He tastes like the hot chocolate from the walk back home, like thousands of specks of snow melting on his tongue, like the wind ringing through your ears. Maybe you do love winter after all.

“I know,” he says back and it sounds a little like adoration. His hands climb up under the hem of his sweater again and you let him, only shivering slightly.

His lips do a good job of distracting you, slow and languid and lazy like you. There’s no rush in this heatless space, nowhere to go but this beat-up couch. There’s something terribly satisfying about it.

Time on tour, bouncing between two award shows, sloping through sleepless nights are all exciting. Being with him is like having a finger on a pulse; electric and alive.

But you love the quiet. When the world gets slow enough to pause, to breathe. When you hold him between two greedy hands and don’t wonder where he’s going next.

“Warm me up,” Matty pouts, hands rising to your back. He manages to be everywhere around you, swallows you with his limbs like one of his sweaters. You want to drown in the feel of him.

“Okay.” You can’t even hide a smile. It breaks across your face, a little too eager and crooked.

Your fingers are still a little numb. They work sloppily at his belt buckle, frowning down at your work as Matty slips the hem of your leggings past your ass. You gasp at the cold air, giggling into his mouth. “Sorry,” Matty says. You shake your head.

You draw him out of his trousers. He echoes the same gasp, which you laugh openly at and don’t apologize for. He’s already hard. You draw a delicate finger down the length, grabbing the base as you line him up.

“Fuck, babe,” Matty moans, head falling against the back of the couch.

He watches you; not your hands working him slowly, not your already wet cunt as he enters you, you. Your face as you settle down on him, breaking open with a breathy moan, laughing with relief. The smile coating your lips, giddy and lazy.

He bottoms out with a glorious coil of pleasure. Your pussy throbs around him, finally full. Matty was right, infuriatingly so. The room feels hotter already, flames licking up your limbs.

You don’t bother rolling your hips expertly, chasing a climax you know you can get under five minutes. Sitting there with his cock buried so deep, you enjoy the feel of him, the warmth of him. The mere fact that he exists and he’s yours.

Matty kisses your cheek. “Didn’t even have to touch you to get you wet,” he says cheekily, though immediately contradicts his point by rubbing slow circles over your clit. You bite your lips, shuddering. “Thought you weren’t affected at all when you were using your feminine wiles to win the fight.”

“Feminine wi—” You laugh, tracing the shape of his elbow with a finger. “You make me sound devious.”

He gives you a deadpan look. “Yeah, I make you sound devious.”

Your finger travels to the apple of his cheek, swirling around the bone. You want to memorize him. Carve all the scars and dents in a wall for archeologists to uncover like some paleolithic cave painting. Make them wonder which God you were worshiping.

You draw the edges of his jaw next. It tickles him, face scrunching as he shivers. The shift reverbs inside of you. You gasp a little, moaning, feeling a streak of hot bliss climbing up your veins. Still, you want to stretch the moment like toffee. You’ve always been greedy; wanting more than time can give is just like you.

Matty doesn’t seem to be any more in a rushing mood anyway. He breathes heavily, chest rising and falling with yours. You caress his lips next. Don’t need to memorize those; you know them by heart.

“Are you warm?” You whisper into him. It suddenly feels awfully unnecessary to speak any louder than this.

“Yeah, love,” Matty smiles. Sunshine drips on his cheeks. It’s not winter after all. “You warmed me up.”

You blush, burying your head in his neck. The move resonates inside of you again. You gasp in unison, hot breath on his jaw. Your skin is frenzied, aware of every minimal motion like some heavenly butterfly effect. You’ve swallowed a live-wire, lighting up with electricity every time you shift.

You are so perfectly full and complete. It’s like he was made for you, like he had been created to lay between your thighs. Your heart flutters.

“I love you,” you say in his neck. You can’t hold the words; you burst at the seams. Sometimes you think he stretches the shape of your heart to fit all of him.

Matty kisses your temple. “Me, too.” His hand grazes your back, raising the hair. Another shiver that buzzes through you. You sigh, clenching around him. Matty whines, grasping your back. “God, I love you.”

You don’t want to let this moment go. “Can we lie like this still?” Chest opened, heart leaking out of your ribs.

He laughs, nuzzling your cheek. “No other way to heat the place, darling.”

#come get yalls fluff #this is stretching the definition of smut tbh #matty healy smut #matty healy #matty healy imagine #matty healy x reader #the 1975 #the 1975 smut #imagine #writing #smut #fluff #warm me up

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arabzian · 10 months

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Jealous JJK MEN

disclaimer: I really like jealous men so sorry if this look toxic to you but please do not accept that kind of behaviour irl, it’s just all fantasy, kink and fiction (:

nanami - gojo - geto

NANAMI:

Nanami hides it well, but he's actually an extremely jealous person. It's not that he isn’t confident, it's rather that he's very possessive and protective of you so he absolutely hates the idea of another man getting close to you. He is so caring, kind and thoughtful, he would never get mad at you but when he get jealous, he can be so scary and agressive towards the other men. The other day, you were chatting with one of your work colleagues in the company lobby and when Nanami came to bring you your lunch, he noticed how tactile your colleague was. You laughed at his jokes and sometimes he'd let his gaze trail over your cleavage or touch you in jest. Nothing dramatic in itself, but Nanami had almost given him the punch of his life. Instead, Nanami, who remains a man who knows how to control his emotions, simply came over to say hello and give you your lunch. He took the trouble to kiss you in front of your colleague's embarrassed eyes, and made an absolutely scathing remark to him. Nanami was cold and his gaze so impassive that the colleague decided to leave, far too intimidated.

- You're so pretty," Nanami breathed, looking at you. "I don't know what to do anymore..."

- Nanami," you said, laughing. "You're the one who's far too jealous."

- Me, jealous? No, not at all."

Nanami remained in total denial. He was so jealous that he got you pregnant that same night.

GETO:

I think Geto is someone who knows how to keep a cool head, so he doesn't show his jealousy but rather makes the other men feel it. Geto knows very well that there's nothing who could stop a man to harass a woman, and the fact that you might find yourself in an embarrassing situation could make him very angry. Last time, you went to a girl friend's birthday party. Naturally, you started dancing and a guy came up behind you and started rubbing up against you. You were very embarrassed, but didn't dare say anything for fear of ruining the mood... Noticing that you weren't answering your phone, Geto stormed into the party, afraid that something serious had happened to you. When he saw that so many guys were hovering around you, he started pushing and insulting them, then grabbed you by the hand to pull you aside.

- Are you ok? he asked, panicking. Why aren't you answering your phone?

- Geto, what's the matter with you? I'm having fun, so I'm not going to stay glued to my phone.

- I was worried when I came over, who were those guys? Do you want me to beat them up?

Both annoyed and touched by his attitude, you reassured him that everything was fine. He took your pretty face between his hands, he rubbed your cheeks with his thumb, admiring how pretty you were then he kissed you. He would never got mad at you. Geto remained in the background for the rest of the evening, letting you dance in peace, but glaring at any man who dared approach you.

GOJO:

Gojo's quite an extrovert, so guessing what he's thinking and feeling wasn't too difficult. On the way to pick you up in your car in front of your university, he noticed that you seemed to be getting along with a guy you were walking with to the campus exit. You were laughing together, and boy, did that guy's face get on Gojo's nerves. He tightened his jaw, clamped his hands on the steering wheel of the car and waited patiently for you in front of the university. Once you reached him, he got out of the car to greet you. He embraced you tenderly as the other girls students looked on, thinking how lucky you were to have such a handsome boyfriend.

- Hey, how was your day? he asked, leaning against the door of his car.

- Fine, and you?

- Yeah yeah... Hey, who's that guy? he asked, pointing with his chin at the guy who'd accompanied you here.

- He's my classmate, we're doing a presentation together.

Annoyance showed on Gojo's face. He sincerely hesitated to get into his car, start it up and chase after the guy to run him over.

- Gojo? you called, snapping him out of his thoughts. Can we get something to eat?

- Sure, anything you want princess.

He kissed you tenderly, staring at your new classmate to make it clear that he was her boyfriend and only him. The new classmate looked pissed and that made Gojo smiled even more. Gojo opened the passenger door of his car for you to get in it. Then he happily start to drive, holding your thigh with his free hand. Blessed to be the boyfriend of such a beautiful woman.

(Omgggg I hope you guys liked it !!! Nothing very original but I wanted to write sweet hcs about them.. maybe I will do a NSFW version of this scenario..)

#nanami kento headcanons #gojo headcanons #geto headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #anime imagines #satoru gojo headcanons #nanami headcanons #jealousy #gojo x you #nanami x you #geto x you #geto x reader #geto suguru #fem reader #jjk x reader #jjk gojo

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honeyglz · 1 year

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Hear me out. Cowboy!Mha Au.... LIKE C'mon- Farmer!Izu who gives ya the best crops he has tryna win your pretty little heart. Or he helps out around ur place just cause he likes seeing u check him out (God have mercy) Or

Gun Slinger! Bakugou who swears he hates ya but always patrols your land first cause aint no one hurting you + he likes running into ya.

OR OR LIKE AN OUTLAW THING WHERE THEY R BOTH RIVALS?!?!

And ur sumth like the sheriff and they r like. Coming every few weeks and terrorising the town to try catch your eye.

And when you do catch one of them its always pointless cause they just flirt the whole damn time then break out the next morning leaving u a little sumth until you meet again.

Dear lord imagine going out of town to visit a friend and you run into outlaw!Shinso and Outlaw! Monoma (lucky u) who dont take you seriously cause cmon darling you dont look like you could put them away if you tried your hardest. (They're on horse and u dont have ur gun, dont blame urself hun.)

They patronises you and kinda ruin ur whole ego because they were rlly mean :( and what if your not a good sheriff ?? What if ur rlly r just a stand in for the real heros?? Was this really worth wearing that stupid star if no one respects you?? "Well sweet's if ya want respect, me and my friend here can show ya what its like to be worshipped" Cut to Outlaw!Izu coming round to tease ya only to find the sheriff's office thingy empty. Weird, your usually on time everyday. Well it has been a few weeks since he's seen you, maybe your schedule changed . He's not very phased, instead deciding to stir up some trouble to try lure you out. Well an hour into robbing the bank and still nothing. He taps his foot impatiently, checking his non existent watch as he huffs, bags of cash in hand as he waits by the door for you to burst in. Another hour passes and by now his hostages are litterally snoring. He's decided he's had enough cursing under his breath as he throws the cash back at the sleeping receptionist because and I quote- "Aint no fun when theyre not here." Cry baby storms out the entrance and kicks the dirt around for abit before calling his horse. Now cut to a few hours later where Bakugou comes storming in only for the receptionist to groan and say- "Pack it up buck they're out of town" Yells and cusses them out for a second before turning his ass around dramatically (his coat thingy swooshing a lil too) doing the same door slam thing. Later that night they both bump into each other at the saloon only to be informed that you were supposed to return home last week, a few days later its printed everywhere in the papers. "Local Sheriff Gone Missing"

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paddockbunny · 2 years

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Can I request NSFW Prompt List; 2, 39, 42, and 48 with either Pierre, Charles or Max and you can make it however short or long you’d like ☺️☺️

Keeping it within the Team

Summary : Charles makes a very big mistake, one that you want answers for. But just how exactly is Charles going to answer you? Rating : 18+ Pairing : Charles Leclerc x Reader Word Count : 1.8k Warnings : NSFW, Adult material, PinV sex, unprotected sex, language, fingering, tension and anger, work related power positions.

“What the fuck was that?” You pretty much yell as your driver - the exact one that you had been instrumental in bringing to the team - stormed past you with expletives in his mother tongue pouring from him. Coursing through your veins was pure and utter rage. This weekend was supposed to be an easy one. A nice, easy, relaxed win. But no. Charles thought he knew more than you and tried to pull off a move so ridiculous that you flung your headset across the pit wall. His egotistical display didn’t just have him tumbling down the timing table, it had him out of the race all together. P2 and challenging a win to OUT, DNF, FUORI!

As someone came over to you to ask some stupid, unnecessary question, you watched as Charles headed straight out of the garage. “Fuck this!” You weren’t going to be ignored. He was going to answer for himself, even if it was just to you. He wasn’t going to go sulk in his drivers room and try blame it on the team, tactics or worst of all, you. You tear through the garage totally indignant.

“He doesn’t want anyone to….” Charles trainer was stood by his drivers room door and was seriously trying to stop you? You didn’t even bother paying him any attention. Your fist banged against the cool, cold metal of the door. The loud rattle and booming it made mimicked the way your heart hammered in your chest.

“Leclerc! Open this door. This is Ferrari property!” You hit it again and again. If he didn’t open the locked door and let you in then you were fully prepared to go to the bosses about the petulant child he was being. Finally, and rather dramatically, the door flew open and exposed a thundery, raging Charles. Fireproof already off and glaring down at you as if this was all somehow your fault. You didn’t ask to be let in. You pushed your way in and immediately observed the damage he had done. The massage table was on its side, pile of drivers cards that he had been signing strewn across the floor. His helmet had dented the wall and as angry as you were, you were rather amused that he finally had started showing his anger and letting it out instead of being bottled up inside himself.

When you turned to look at him you saw how dark his eyes looked and for the first time ever, your stomach actually flipped. He was such a handsome fucker but no one caused you as much bloody stress as he did. It wasn’t until his eyes seemed intent on burrowing right into your soul that you realised your heart was pounding, palms were slightly sweaty and breathing was totally elevated. What the hell was going on?

“Why…” your voice catches in your throat. Words became thick like smog and didn’t want to come out. But then that may have been because Charles had moved halfway across the room and was now only a few feet from you and it made you nervous. “Why did you do that? You had fresher tyres and you know that corner was far too tight for the move you were trying to pull.” You tried to snap out of whatever he had suddenly done to you. “I don’t want to talk about it.” It came rumbled out of him and you had never heard him like this before. He was practically growling and just out of uneasiness you swallowed.

“You have to answer for it Charles…” before you could tell him that management will want to know why he didn’t listen to team orders - specifically to you - and ignored his radio, his hands were on you. One around your waist, palm flat against your back, while the other was against the side of your throat. But then your brain abruptly snapped back into reality and you realised not only were his hands were on you, his mouth was too

His mouth is on you.

Charles’ mouth is on yours.

You snapped back to earth when he moaned into your mouth and you realised you were kissing him back, feverishly. The thought washed over you that this was all completely inappropriate and a total breach of the level of responsibility you had within the team. A second wave crashed upon you that made you consider telling him to stop but then, your back hit something solid and you realised Charles had you up against the wall. Fuck, you didn’t know if you could bring yourself to stop him even if you wanted too. It had been months since you had been touched like this. Right before the season started your boyfriend had broken up with you - something Charles was acutely aware of considering your ex was one of his mechanics - so it wasn’t like you had any other reason to tell him to stop. It was literally only your job.

The thoughts immediately left your head as Charles’ pressed his body flush against you and you could feel his obvious erection straining against the red race suit. It pressed against your thigh and it gave you this tingle all over your body. You didn’t care if it was because he was angry with you, frustrated with how his race went or because he actually wanted you. As his hand left your back and found the button on your Ferrari issue red pants (ones which you absolutely hated) you finally mustered up the courage to ask; “Wh…what are you doing?”

“Don’t you dare tell me to stop.” Your mind had been too fixed on the emotions you were feeling that the only way you had managed to hear his voice was by the action of his hand further down. An unexpected gasp left you as his hand slid inside your panties. Cupping the dampening heat between your thighs Charles moaned. “Fuck!” He sighed “are you this wet because I made you angry or because you’ve always wanted me to touch you?” “Don’t flatter yourself Leclerc.” Was what you would have said if his forefinger didn’t make contact with your already pulsating, aching clit. His pressure was too light. It was far too god damn light. You circled your hips down against him and his other hand went back to your throat again.

“Look at me!” It came out of him as a husky rasp. Your eyes opened for him and you only had time to drink in the lust filled look his his own when the same finger that had been rubbing circles against you, slid inside of your drenched pussy. "You're so fucking perfect" You weren't even sure you heard him say it so decided you wanted to hear it again.

“Char…” but as much as you wanted to get him to repeat himself, you couldn’t even speak his name. He had infiltrated your mind and soul. Already reducing you to a pile of wanton need. A slightly exasperated sigh spilled from you. Neediness capturing your physical being. You wanted him. You needed him. You were orgasm deprived and desperate. And just when you thought you would have to telepathically beg him to fuck you, he turned you around to face the wall while he ripped those team issue trousers down over your butt and thighs.

You couldn’t remember anything about how you got here the second Charles slammed his throbbing cock inside of you. Your mind going blank because all you could think of was how he felt as he filled you up. His cock buried up to the hilt. You heard his own gasps for air and you knew you felt good wrapped around him. He had stilled for a moment and the frantic need for utter carnal pleasure took over your body. A deliberate pushing back of your hips had his hand against the side of your head before he began to find his rhythm.

Strokes of slow, sinuous sensuality were being replaced by total and utter desperation. His fingertips would be leaving marks when he grabbed your arm and pulled it behind your back so he could get purchase on something. And, you didn’t care. You wanted to be marked by him. You were happy to be consumed by him just like the rage he had given you earlier. His cock pounded into you and air felt like it couldn’t fill your lungs fast enough.

“Charles….” It tumbled from your mouth eventually. Then it came again and again. The sound of his name sliding over your reddened lips began to bring him closer and closer. So close that eventually those thrusts got harder and harder and the tip of his pulsating member was repeatedly hitting the spot inside of you that made you see stars.

“Fuck….keep going….please….keep fucking going.” It all came pouring from you now. It was as if Charles fucking you had opened the floodgates and you would tell him whatever he wanted to hear as long as he made you cum.

"Fuck...your pussy is....I've never had anyone feel this good." Charles voice purred. Then it hit you. The electric high of an orgasm. Your thighs momentarily shaking as finally he took you over the edge with just his cock. You knew the tightening of your slick, drenched walls affected him. His moans all but stopped and you could feel him starting to twitch inside of you. Your name finally, after all this time, left his open lips. His hips jerked and as his body collapsed against you - pressing your even further against the wall - you could feel him still convulsing from his own orgasm.

You could have gone again with how phenomenal he had just made you feel. While you felt his milky cum begin to trickle out of you, you didn’t even care if this was a one time thing. You had never had such an intense fuck in your life. Charles returned from the bathroom with a damp towel - you had been so cock drunk you weren’t even sure when he had disappeared - and you took it with a breathy quick sigh. Your lungs felt desperate for air. They were aching as if you had been holding your breath. They were aching as much as your Leclerc used pussy. You could practically laugh at that statement. You had just fucked Charles Leclerc out of frustration. He watched as you cleaned up and made yourself decent again.

“You hate me don’t you?” He sat on the edge of the flame red sofa. “For DNFing.”

“I don’t particularly fucking like you for it but I don’t hate you.” You picked up your credentials from the floor before smoothing out your hair. You would smell of him - of it, of sex - but you didn’t even care. Moving toward the door you hear Charles let out a shaky laugh from behind you

“Just so you know…that wasn’t a hate fuck. If it was a hate fuck, you wouldn’t be walking out of here.” And with a simple statement you knew you were completely, totally, fucked.

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stormyjisung · 11 months

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New year's day. H.JS

Hold onto the memories,

They'll hold onto you.

Pairing. Hong jisoo x reader

Genre. Romance

Synopsis. Cleaning the aftermath of a new year eve's party just leads you to realize how much you love your boyfriend.

Inspo. New year's day by ts, and my evergreen love for Hong jisoo.

W/c. ~500, short sweet and lovely

Extra. Is this self indulgent? Very much.

Fireworks were still exploding in the distance,

The light from the exploding sparkles trickled into your two bedroom apartment followed by a few handful of people yelling, "Happy new year! "

shaking your head you continued picking up empty cups your friends had left behind, clearing the floor of the glitter from the party popper that your friends had burst with your feet as you walked by,

the wall clock chimed thrice

"it's three am already?" your boyfriend's eyes wide with shock, he blinked a couple of times squinting at the clock, "wasn't it 12 am five minutes ago?!"

picking up the left behind polaroid's you turned to face him, "i know right? we've been cleaning up bottles and glitter since the last 3 hours."

"I'm gonna have a nice talk with them tomorrow" joshua's scowl made you laugh, his overly dramatic nature was something that always added a sprinkle of color in your life,

"Well you can always have a nice talk with them alright, but let's clean this mess up first, our house literally looks like a tornado hit it"

Joshua groaned, muttering a few colorful words under his breath as he continued picking up the equally colorful confetti.

The room fell into a peaceful stupor, with occasional bursts of fireworks and distant cheers, it was an atmosphere you couldn't really put into words.

It was officially 2023,

Another year had flown by, whizzing past you before you could even register it, leaving only memories and lessons in it's wake.

The confetti glimmered, lighting up the ceiling when flecks of light fell on it, for some reason the flecks of light reflecting onto the ceiling reminded you of joshua.

Hands still holding two empty beer bottles, you sat down on the couch, eyes drifting over to your boyfriend as if it was the most natural thing ever, how even in a room full of strangers your eyes would always search for his.

He was hunched over on the floor, scooping up glitter and paper onto his palm, lips pouted in concentration.

It was as if a record was playing on loop.

Something akin to deja vu, for this was the exact scene you'd seen last year,

And the year before

and two years ago.

It was as if one second you had just met joshua and the next second you had spent three new year's and three summers with him. Season's passed by, spring changing into summer, giving way to fall and bleeding into winter.

Flowers bloomed, and wilted and bloomed again, more beautiful than the last time they'd bloomed. Just like the love you and joshua shared,

It was resilient, strong and delicate.

It hid behind doors when monsters roamed the night, it stood tall and proud when dawn had broken through, it had cried with the both of you, but it stayed.

Through thick and then, through summer and winter.

You couldn't imagine life without him. He brought in colors, light and everything soft and nice with him.

Every memory of yours was permeated with his presence, his smile, his warm disposition, his soft words and his laugh.

His laugh which you could recognize anywhere, it was scary how much you'd fallen for him, but it was just as euphoric,

"Why are you staring at me?"

You smiled, walking over to go crouch beside him, softly kissing his lips and the blush that arose on his cheeks, looking into those soft, brown eyes that had become your refuge, "I love you" you whispered.

you wanted his dawns, you wanted his smiles, you wanted his storms, you wanted his midnights, but for right now you were more than happy to be picking up bottles with him on new year's day.

A/n. Love is so beautiful when you've fallen for the right person

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axel-skz · 1 year

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You’re not funny…

A/N: I feel not tired at all and kind of nauseous. I think I’m severely dehydrated but drinking the water gives me even more nausea so… tf do I do? Write a fanfic and ignore my problems. I did not proof read it and It’s not a literary masterpiece so please, lower your expectations lol (shuffled my stray kids playlist and we got thunderous this time ;) for our boys thunderous dance moves (I mean that was terrible but I wanna play a song for every fic now so, yeah lol))

Summary: Minho is expecting a nice weekend together that he needed very much but you’re planning to play a prank.

Minho x Gender neutral reader

Minho had been getting frustrated very fast lately. Getting burnt out a lot because this comeback had been so demanding. He could see all the work coming too because they had been told, they were going on tour.

Now he was agitated because he was working all the time and he couldn’t spend time with his loved ones.

He knew what would make him feel better though. Spending time with you. All he was looking forward to all week was a whole weekend with you.

What he didn’t know was that the perfect storm was brewing. At the time where he wanted nothing but affection fhe most, you had the plan to play a prank on him.

You would try your best to swerve anytime he wanted a kiss or a hug. You had seen it on tiktok a lot recently and you just really wanted to try it out.

Horrible timing honestly but you had no idea.

He had called on monday and you would both be spending the weekend together. He hadn’t told you about the tour either because he hadn’t got the chance to. You would never be playing this prank if you knew.

Friday afternoon, he arrives. You hear him knocking on your door and instantly, you ready yourself. Usually you would run to him in the most dramatic way possible and give him a hug. He acted like he hated it but it made him feel wanted.

While he thought about how much he needed that hug, you were making sure you wouldn’t do it. As you opened the door, he stood there for what felt like a century, expecting the hug. You looked st him with confusion.

‘You good?’ You asked with a puzzled look.

‘You usually hug me when you open the door,’ he also looked extremely confused.

‘Oh, you hate it so I thought I wouldn’t do it. Come in,’ you smiled at him. As he walked in, you took the things he was carrying. It was your way of busying yourself.

He let out a sigh as he sat on the sofa, ‘I’m so tired. I could barely sleep yesterday.’

‘Aww, that’s sad. Have you had a hard time sleeping for a while or just last night?’ You came back after putting his bag in your room.

He looked at you and you could see how tired he was, ‘all week. So much work and I just don’t even want to think about it. It’s early as hell but can we watch a movie and take a nap?’

Code for watch something and cuddle. He wasn’t one to just outright ask for physical contact so you had gotten use to recognising when he wanted it and how he asked.

‘Of course we can do that,’ you smiled at him and set up everything for a movie.

You got some sweets and popcorn with the softest blankets. You picked a feel good movie that you both really liked and started to get settled. You played the movie and sat down on the floor.

He was surprised, ‘why are you on the floor? There’s plenty of room on the sofa.’

‘You should stretch out and get comfy. It’ll be easier to fall asleep. I have some work I need to do so I’ll sit here and do it when you fall asleep,’ you said while feigning interest in the movie.

It’s like you could feel him pouting. And he was.

‘Could you not do the work tomorrow?’

‘I’m sorry, my love. It’s urgent. I need to get it in by the end of the day.’

‘S’okay…’ he covered himself in blankets and got comfortable. He didn’t let it show just how hurt he was by it.

He fell asleep after a little while. He woke up a couple hours later and you had nodded off while working on the floor. Your brief was on the table and he looked at it.

He tried to help you with your work sometimes because you liked his opinions on it. As he read through it, he noticed it wasn’t due for another two weeks. That hurt him again because he didn’t understand why you lied.

He moved back and laid back down. He didn’t know how long he stared at the cieling before you woke up. He pretended to sleep when you got up to check on him. You picked up your stuff after you fixed the blanket so it was covering him properly.

After that, you started cooking for dinner. He took a little while before he got up. He acted groggy as he walked into kitchen. You heard him shuffle in and it was so hard not to hug him when he looked so cute with the wayward hair and the puffy cheeks.

‘Sleep well?’ You asked as you moved to the fridge.

‘Mhm, something about this place helps me sleep,’ he smiled.

‘Pff- you’re so sweet,’ you giggled a bit as you gave him some juice.

‘I was talking about your sofa and the tv but whatever helps you sleep at night.’

You playfully glared at him, ‘they’re mine and they help you so ultimately, it’s all me.’

You began washing some extra pots as you let him know what you were cooking and that it was almost done. You felt him get up and walk over. As he got closer, you quickly put what you were washing down and moved away to the stove.

A look of hurt and confusion flashed on his face for a second but it was gone as fast as it came. He followed to look at the food but kept a little distance. He didn’t understand at all what was going on.

You guys set the table up and ate your meal.

He was extremely silent the whole time and it was a very awkward 25 minutes. He offered to do the dishes and as he grabbed the last one, he leaned in to kiss you out of habit as he said thank you. You swerved and this seemed to be his breaking point.

He froze for a moment but then put the plate down and kneeled next to you. He took your hands in his and he looked into your eyes.

‘Y/N, what have I done? I don’t remember doing anything to hurt you and that may also be bad but whatever it is, I’m sorry. Please just tell me and let me fix it,’ he looked so torn up inside and it hurt your heart to see him like that.

And then you broke. (Because you would be a menace to society if you didn’t finally tell him what was going on)

‘I’M SO SORRY! Hold on… I’ll explain,’ You pulled him off the floor and took him over to the sofa. You both sat down. ‘It was such a stupid idea but I saw this prank on tik tok and I wanted to do it.’

The sad look on his face hurt your soul, ‘so you don’t hate me?’

‘God no! I could never!’ You leaned forward and gave him a hug. ‘I’m so sorry! It was a stupid idea!’

He hugged you back in an instant. You were basically in his lap, his face hidden in your neck. ‘Can we just stay like this for a while?’

You nodded and hugged him harder, ‘Can I turn off the kitchen light first?’

‘I’ll pay your electricity bill.’

‘I was kidding,’ you smiled.

‘Someone has to tell you, you’re not funny,’ you could feel him smirk.

‘So mean and hurtful, for what reason?!’ You jokingly sniffled.

‘Feel my pain,’ he laughed.

‘If it makes you feel better, fine,’ you hugged him a little tighter. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘S’okay. I’m just glad it was a prank.’

‘I love you most.’

‘I love you even more’

A/N: I’m thinking of a part two for this. I dont know. Cus I mentioned a tour so maybe it’s worth playing that out a bit. Lemme know what you think.

Please like and reblog and submit your prompts/requests :)

I’m writing anything that comes to mind right now so suggestions would be great.

[I’ve tried to look over it but if there’s anything that isn’t gender neutral about the reader, lemme know and I’ll fix it]

The following parts will probably not come and this was made as a stand alone story. If you’re still wanting to continue reading after this, go for it :) I just wanted to warn you cus if I were you, Id want someone to warn me.

Part 2

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strawhatsoraya · 1 year

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u thot i was finished?? guess again 🥰️ alright, this time i'm requesting luffy (bc i can't believe i never asked u for this before) and the prompts: popsicle & ❛show me how much you missed me❜; just some upcoming summer vibez, yk <3 the luffy agenda must be spread!!!

you incorrigible nasty woman *does her best trump impression* nasty nasty woman the nastiest in the history of nasty woman.

it's ok i love you this way.

it IS summer so this will be my first official summer fic of 2023. woop woop. SUMMER OF SMUT should totes be like a thing, you know? like kinktober? i'm just sayin'. anyway I can't believe I haven't written Luffy smut before so here we go. you asked for popsicle so I feel like a one trick pony rn so please forgive me but that's how things ended up.

(also if that's boricua luffy that you think you see, you see correctly i like to push my own agenda sometimes)

LUFFY X FEM READER / NSFW WC: 3.5k of foolishness CW: luffy likes his lil pet names, also he likes popsicles, food play, messy messy, oral, there's a mouth, and there's a popsicle, and there's a cock, idk you do the math, luffy being a lil shit but we love him SUMMARY: Modern AU / Luffy stays at Sabo's for a week to help him study for his finals (he is a freshman in College/Uni), and when he comes back home Y/N wants to show him just badly she missed him.

Summer was eternal on the island.

The sun, unforgiving and tempestuous, hung high in the azure blue sky. At the moment the clouds were sparse but when you live in a tropical environment, it is only a matter of time before rain clouds make an impromptu appearance.

It doesn’t matter to you; however. Not today.

Whether it stormed, whether the wind blew violently, or not you weren’t moving from your spot.

You hadn’t seen Luffy in a few weeks, and you were dying to hold him in your arms. It wasn’t something you wanted to admit out loud; however. You sit on the hammock you both set up together, in between two palm trees in the backyard of his house. It’s a hot summer day. Sweat already pills on your forehead, and on your nose. You wipe at it with the back of your hand. It was fortunate that the trees shielded you from most of the sun’s rays, otherwise it would be absolutely intolerable to wait for Luffy any longer.

You hear him before you see him. His laughter was bright and melodic. There’s a familiar slapping of sandals that is recognizable. Luffy had a bad habit of stomping as he walked. You turn your torso to look over your shoulder. He makes a grand appearance through the back door, no shirt–all big sunshine smiles and glistening brown skin. The wind picks up and brings over to you the scent of his favorite shampoo, behind it, you also get a very brief whiff of sunblock.

He never wore much on his pretty face, but you had nagged him enough to finally succumb.

“Hi,” you greet him, feeling inexplicably shy as he stomps towards you, his arms spread out wide. When he finally reaches your back on the hammock, he brings his arms around you and squeezes. Luffy giggles as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. You hum content, tilting your head to give him more room.

“You smell so good,” he mumbles against your skin, dropping sloppy wet kisses up and down your neck. He kisses up to your ear, eliciting goosebumps throughout your body. You roll your eyes, determined to chastise him while pretending not to be enjoying his dramatic display of affection. Luffy leaves you no room. “Although a little sticky.” He nips at your earlobe and you cry out in surprise, shoving his face away by placing your hand on his cheek and pushing.

“That’s because it’s HOT,” you enthuse with a raise of your brows. Luffy smooches your cheek with a resounding smack before he lets you go at last. “I’ve been waiting for you. I’m a little sweaty.”

Luffy laughs quietly, and instead of making it around you and the hammock–he decides to climb over it, lifting one leg over the hammock then the other. He uses the hammock for support, so you shake and sway in your seat.

“Oh, come on!” you complain although you’re quick to laugh. Luffy drops on the space next to you, making you slide down the hammock until you’re pressed up right next to him. “Can’t you do things normally for once?”

“Nah,” he replies, curling one arm around your waist. It’s hot, insufferably so, but Luffy was always like this. Always needing you close, always needing you to touch. “What’s normal anyway?”

You glance up at him through your lashes, and not for the first time you can’t help but notice how pretty your boyfriend is. The sunlight is soft through the green leaves, casting dancing shadows over Luffy’s face. Today he’s not wearing his hat on his head, so the wind plays with his messy hair, brushing it off his forehead.

You reach up to trace one thick eyebrow with an index finger. Luffy closes his eyes briefly as you do so, his long thick lashes fluttering gently. It is so tempting to just kiss him on the hammock, to forget everything and give in to your raging hormones but there’s a paper bag on Luffy’s lap and curiosity bests your desire for once.

“What you got there?” you ask him, bringing your hand down to brush your knuckles down one of his exposed biceps. Luffy shivers but doesn’t look away from the bag. You smile secretly. He always liked to pretend you didn’t have an effect on him. He was a strange kind of masochist. He enjoyed holding out for as long as possible as if it was a challenge only he competed in.

“Popsicle,” he answers simply, pulling it out from the bag. He quickly tears the wrapper open and pops it into his mouth. Luffy holds it there, no hands, so he can crumple the bag and wrapper.

“I don’t get any?” you ask him playfully, knowing full well why he didn’t get you one.

“You don’t even like popsicles,” he answers unamused, rolling his eyes as he leans back on the hammock. You yelp when your weight shifts. Luffy uses one of his arms to spread out the hammock, so you can lay on your back with him. The other held on to the popsicle. “Come here, and stop complaining. I haven’t seen you in a week.”

You wiggle on the hammock until your head is resting on his arm. The sky above is peaceful, with the wind making the tree branches sway slightly. If it was cooler, you’d fall asleep quickly, there in Luffy’s warmth.

“Yeah, a whole week. How could you leave me like that? You’re heartless,” you declare dramatically, elbowing his side slightly. Luffy chuckles, next to you, the popsicle melting quicker than he can eat it.

“I was studying with Sabo, you know this!” he groans, his thick brows drawing together. “You’re the one who told me if I didn’t pass my finals you were gonna break up with me. I almost died. My head was going to explode.”

“That was an empty threat and you know it,” you mumble, turning your face to look at him.

Now that he was laying on his back, the length of his lashes were even more noticeable. His lips, dark pink and pouty tempt you again. You swallow the lump in your throat, and ignore the desire gnawing at the pit of your stomach a little bit longer. Still, your hand reaches out, and you drag your finger softly against his cold bottom lip.

Luffy nips at your finger, trapping it between his teeth lightly. You wiggle it trying to release it. Luffy does so quickly when you squeal, tapping it gently with his popsicle.

“Stop that, unless you’re trying to make me kiss you.”

You choose silence. Luffy turns to look at you, popping his popsicle back in his mouth. He leaves it there as he watches you. He always had a hard time reading you. Luffy didn’t like to think. He liked simplicity, and spontaneity. He always had fun with you, but when you grew quiet it always scared him. It made him think he had done something wrong. This time; however, there’s a certain familiar look in your eyes. Luffy reaches out and pinches your cheek lightly, his popsicle melting slightly down his chin.

You grab his hand before he can pull it away, and hold it against your cheek. Luffy feels his heart seize when you close your eyes, when you tenderly press your face against the palm of his clammy hand and nuzzle it. There’s a tug at the pit of his belly, the one that tells him to devour you, to fill you with kisses, to touch every inch of your skin until you’re delirious in his hold.

“I missed you,” you whisper to him, and kiss his fingers one by one.

Fire was deadly in summer, especially when there was no rainy season; when there’s only been drought. It had been a week since he last kissed you, held you, he was parched–and you were just stoking the fire.

“Did you now?” he quips around his popsicle. You look up at him through your lashes, your own dark brows drawing together. Luffy tries not to laugh, truly, but you’re so cute when you’re mad he can’t help it. “You’re not acting like someone who missed me.”

You drop his hand unceremoniously, embarrassed that you even let yourself be this vulnerable with the pigheaded young man you called boyfriend.

“How exactly am I supposed to act then?” you spit, scrunching up your nose in irritation. Luffy chortles, shoulders shaking in unison. It only serves to make you further annoyed. “Just forget it!”

You sit up, trying to put some distance between each other. You were embarrassed at having been the first one to say it, and now Luffy was behaving like a smug idiot. Your face feels hot as if it was on fire, and you slap your cheeks with both hands hoping to wake yourself up enough to have some kind of clever retort.

Luffy, once again, doesn’t give you a chance. He sits up too, and whines like a child as he places his chin on your shoulder.

“What are you getting mad for?” he mumbles playfully, looking up at you through his lashes. You glance down at your shoulder through your nose, trying your best haughty look on him but you are disarmed by the warmth of his big brown eyes. “I missed you too.”

His words relax your shoulders, and you breathe out noisily through your nose. It does nothing; however, to make you feel less embarrassed and it does nothing for your increasing sexual desire.

Luffy is holding the popsicle on his hand, and you watch the trail of blue trickle down his wrist and forearm. It drips slightly on his shorts, not that Luffy seems to mind.

“Hey,” he says, his voice taking in a deep hoarseness that turns your skin hot. “I want you to show me.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. Luffy leans back on the hammock, and holds the popsicle over his chest. It drips on his skin slowly, blue on brown.

“Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?”

You’d be a liar if you said you loathed Luffy’s games. There was always something he was up to, there was always a gamble, and an ambiguous prize to win. It made it all the more satisfying when you did.

“Okay,” you tell him, slithering yourself over him. You watch Luffy adjust his hips, and a sly smirk tugs at the corner of your plush lips. You know he’s already probably at half mast just at the idea of you over him, of what’s to come.

“Hurry,” he whispers to you urgently, so quietly, the blowing wind almost steals his voice away. “It’s melting.”

You open your mouth to taste the melted popsicle on his skin. You suck loudly on the spots they lay on, making sure to flatten your tongue as you do so. You can taste the saltiness of his skin, smell the vague scent of sweat. You take in a deep noise breath through your nose as you slide your tongue around his muscular chest, lapping up the dripping popsicle that slides over the curves of his muscles.

“That’s it, chula,” he tells you, his voice husky and sultry. Luffy lowers the popsicle, leaving a blue trail of cold liquid down his abs. You watch him shiver at the sensation, his eyes fluttering close, head snapping back. You smile, watching him tease himself, edge himself beyond reason. “Keep going.”

You lower yourself off the hammock and onto the ground. You’re wearing shorts, which had you known what would happen you would have worn something different instead; more accessible. The pebbles on the dirt bite into the skin of your knees but you pay it no mind. Instead you focus on cleaning up the sticky mess Luffy has made of himself. You slide your hands up the sides of his torso, enjoying the slippery warm sensation of his skin slick with sweat.

Luffy shudders underneath you, a soft grunt floating past his lips.

Your hunger grows at the sound of him. Your kisses become messy, desperate. You dig your teeth into his side, biting down. Luffy barely holds back a moan, but by the way his core tightens you know he’s loving it as much as you do. As you nip at the space under his belly button, his happy trail tickling your nose, his erection becomes all the more evident. It pokes out from under his shorts, pushing against your throat.

“Nnhg,” he grunts, his hips moving slightly as he starts to hump up at nothing. “Mm, you missed me that much?” You smile against his skin, your teeth catching on his side again. Luffy reaches out, and grabs a fitsful of your curls. “You’re so cute. I want to eat you up so bad.”

You giggle, wishing he would do that already if that’s what he wanted but it seemed Luffy had other things in mind. Just as you were reaching for the button of his shorts, Luffy sits up, half melted popsicle still in his hand.

“Wait,” he says breathless, pretty shiny eyes unfocused. You smile up at him, although your expression is quizzical. His dark berry lips are blue tinted, and his brown skin is adorned with faint blue freckles and spots. “Open your mouth first.”

You blink, unsure of what he was planning now, but you were in too deep to question him although part of you knows you should. You tilt your head and try to gather your curls away from your face. Luffy helps you with his free hand, and when you open your mouth he slides the popsicle in.

You frown down at it, and at him, but when he makes no move to remove it, you gently close your lips around it. Luffy chuckles softly–a perverse satisfaction that makes his nether regions stiffen even more. He knows you hate the 'blue flavor’ he insists on but he can’t help it. You look so pretty when you have something in your mouth. He couldn’t bring himself to stop. Luffy slowly pushes the popsicle in and out of your mouth.

“Come on, bebé,” he pouts. Luffy even throws in a petulant frown. “Play with me. Pretend it’s me.”

You cough as he pushes it all the way in, gagging slightly on the blue popsicle. In order to persuade him to stop, you grab his wrist, and curl your tongue around the popsicle. If it melted quickly, Luffy would end this silly game and give you what you really wanted. Luffy smiles at your eagerness, at the way you lap and suck on the popsicle. He watches with furious admiration the way the blue liquid oozes down your chin and neck. His tongue dips out to lick his chapped lips. He feels parched, thirsty, even though he had been sucking on that same popsicle just moments ago.

He lets go of your hair to wipe at your chin with his thumb. He keeps pushing the popsicle in and out of your mouth while you continue to suck on it noisily. Luffy watches you, lids heavy and eyes full of lust as he pops his thumb in his mouth.

“You’re all sticky,” he says, fidgeting in his seat on the hammock. You give him a seductive look over the popsicle, one that makes him want to tear your clothes off. You knew exactly what to do to make him crazy. Luffy, not one to give up so easily, uses the remainder of the popsicle to push against the inside of your cheek, stretching your mouth open.

You blink repeatedly, and frown, watching him fumble quickly and clumsily with his free hand. He unbuttons the top of his shorts, and you hear the zipper come down.

“What are you doing?” you ask, with your mouth stretched, your cheek turning icy cold as he keeps the popsicle there.

“I’m making room for me, mami,” he says as you watch him whip out his cock. “What else?”

Luffy squeezes the tip of his cock, and watches your mouth intently. His lips part as he watches the blue drip down the other side of your chin. Luffy shifts to the edge of the hammock, and aims the head of his cock towards your mouth. The moment he shoves the tip in alongside the popsicle in your mouth your eyes grow wide.

Luffy knows he shouldn’t laugh at you. That you never enjoyed it especially when you were both having sex, but you look so cute and funny there was no way he could hold back. You bring out your hands to slap his knees, but Luffy has a hold on the back of your head now. He lifts his hips from the hammock at a steady pace, fucking up into your mouth.

You hold on to his knees for dear life, feeling conflicted at the feel of his warm cock filling up your mouth. You do your best to suck him up, to slurp and curl around his erection. The popsicle starts melting faster, it’s sticky sweetness coating everything in your mouth. You cough, and your eyes tear up as you choke both on Luffy’s cock and the popsicle juice.

Luffy grunts as he watches you. He bites on his lower lip when your eyes fill with tears. He had never tried this before, but the sensation was far from unpleasant. There was something about the coldness of the popsicle, the way part of your mouth had turned frigid and how now slowly everything was starting to warm up–to heat up.

Suddenly, Luffy pulls you off of him and takes out the mostly melted popsicle. He pops it in his mouth.

“Don’t stop now, mi amor,” popsicle still in his mouth, he tells you breathlessly, eagerly, as he grabs your head again. Luffy brings your head down suddenly over his cock before you can even form a sentence. “You have to finish before anyone sees.”

You’re reminded now how you’re the open, as he slams the head of his cock against your throat. You grip his knees tightly, as yours dig deeper into the ground of Luffy’s backyard. Yes, you were at his house, but it was still outdoors. Yes, there were sparse trees all around you, a chain fence and some shrubbery, but just behind those was one of the main roads of your little neighborhood.

If anyone was paying a modest amount of attention, they could see the entire show you were putting on for the birds, and the blade of grass in Luffy’s backyard.

It was better not to think about it. Instead you focused on the slickness seeping into your underwear. How sensitive you were now to the lining of the inside of your denim shorts. You wiggle as Luffy continues to fuck your mouth, trying to get some friction between your legs, anything to give you some relief. You hum and moan around him, your grip on his knees softening, as you slide your hands over his thighs. Luffy pants softly, his breathing becoming erratic.

“Y-y-your hands are soft, baby,” he murmurs in a daze, his face looking up at the sky.

The sun peeks through the green leaves of the branches, and he closes his eyes to the view, wanting to only focus on the sensation of your mouth; the pleasure it was bringing him. You grip his thighs, and let your fingers slide towards the inside of his legs, under the legs of his shorts. You drag your nails down against the sensitive skin of his thighs, as you flatten your tongue against his shaft and give a particularly powerful suck.

Luffy cries out, almost dropping the popsicle stick from his mouth, and lifting his hips entirely. You shut your eyes tightly, as he slams against the back of your throat, taking away your air. Luffy holds the position there, biting down on the wooden popsicle stick to keep from moaning. Your mouth fills up with hot cum, and you swallow it quickly, not wanting it to linger on your tongue. It takes a moment for Luffy to let up, it isn’t until you slap his knees repeatedly, that he pulls out.

A breezy laugh taking up the heated space between you.

“Wow, mi bebé,” he says happily, pulling you up onto his lap. You let him cuddle you, allow him to dust the dirt and pebbles off your scratched up knees. “That was so good, maybe I should go away more often.”

You grab one of his ears and pull it. “No seas pendejo.”

Luffy laughs and bends at the waist. He drops kisses on your injured knees.

“Okay, okay, I won’t go anywhere,” he mumbles against your knee, looking up at you through his lashes. You fold immediately, unable to deny him anything when he looks at you with those doe brown eyes of his; soulful and bottomless. “Sorry about your knees.”

You shake your head lighty, and card your fingers through his dark hair.

“It’s fine. It was worth it.” Luffy chortles, his shoulders shaking as he licks one of your knees playfully.

“I thought so too!”

#luffy x y/n #luffy x you #luffy x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece smut #luffy smut #fic request #for the cummunity!#it's summer of smut over here

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imeternallylove · 1 year

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Like what? - S.Strange

Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

Genre: just smut 🤤🤟🏻

Warning: none

Word: approx 900

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The door slammed shut behind him as your boyfriend stormed in, growling, “I’m mad.”

Cutting your eyes at him, you snapped, “Don’t break my freaking door.”

Stephen was at your side in a heartbeat, leering over you with a very frustrated and equally hungry look on his face. “I like when you yell at me,” he flirted, cocking an eyebrow.

Scoffing, you rose to meet him, grabbing the collar of his shirt in your hands. “You know, when you’re needy, it’s really obvious.”

“I tried,” your boyfriend whined, winking dramatically at you. “Now, can you help me with this really big problem in my pants?”

Pouting your lips, you teased, “oh, big problem, you say?”

He nodded, puffing up his cheeks to look cute and pathetic. Gosh, did it work.

“You seem tense and stressed,” you crooned, gripping his biceps and massaging them before working your way to his chest.

Swallowing loudly, Stephen grabbed your hips and kneaded at your waist.

“I’ll make you a deal,” you said softly, bringing your lips to the side of his neck and pressing a loud, open-mouthed kiss.

“Mm, what’s that?” he hummed, tightening his hold on you.

You stared into his eyes and told him, “I’m going to bend over the back of this couch and let you fuck all that stress out, on the one condition, I better finish.”

“Fuck yes, you will,” he growled.

Smirking up at him, you pecked a quick kiss on his lips and followed your promise, spinning on your heels and grabbing the top of the kitchen counter. With your plump butt offered to him in shorts, he drew a blank, standing there with his jaw slacked before he came back to his senses.

The belt jingled and his jeans hit the floor around his ankles. A hand slid between your thighs, fingers working their way around the material of your shorts and panties before pushing between your lower lips. You braced your forearms on the cold surface of the counter and bit your lip, inhaling sharply as a digit pumped inside you.

“You’re wet enough,” Stephen rasped a moment later, yanking your panties and shorts down your legs, without bothering to free them from your ankles. A second later, the head of his member was at your entrance.

“Mmph,” you exhaled as he thrust into you, bruising your hips with his restraint. He curved gently at first, steadily picking up speed until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Damn it,” Stephen groaned, squeezing your waist in a death grip as he pounded into you, letting out all his stress and anger and borderline exhausting himself.

Your legs buckled at this, struggling with the intensity of his thrusts into your core, and you wavered on tiptoes, trying to use more of the counter where it has dinner over there for balance.

In a heartbeat, Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist, driving you back into his chest. His hand was at your jaw, turning your head so he could lick at your lips before sliding his tongue between them. Fingers moved to your clit, rolling and pinching at the rhythm of his hips.

"Steph..." You whimpered, your eyes rolling, and your back instinctively slumped down into the frigid surface, both of your legs on his firmly gripped arms. “S-so good, babeㅡ“ all you do while he works hard on his sex-making job is only whine beneath him, every move of his hips thrusting in and out eagerly more than you could bear, it's smack your face and showing you how wet you are.

“Shh…” he grunted, bumping your core more speedy and pulled out when he sensed you reach your cloud nine before him just as usual, Stephen grins that you finally splash out to your orgasm juice all at once. He then holding you against him possessively while chasing the high for you both. And when you put out your tongue in lots of pleasure, his white sticky cum splashes all over your face.

“Ahㅡ you made me came so fast, Y/N.”

”Hmm, and your taste so good.”

You laughed as you licked your lips and bite your fingernails, you spotted him slip his cock and release even more sperm on your stomach. His stiff cock, which still stands upright and points at your face, is quite endearing.

Stephen isn't done with you yet, and you know it, which is why he has got his hand on your hips again. When his tip slides, circling on your wet fold, till he pushes it into you and buries his palms on the back of your head, you begin to quaver moan once more.

He starts to fuck you again, this time slowly as you always pleasing.

“I really want to stay like this forever,”

“Like what? Like this?” With chuckling, you brushing his sweaty hair on his brow upward. “Then how we gonna walk while your dick inside me ‘like this.’”

He smirked, shrugging. "Maybe like this." Then he quickly lifts you up off the counter, his muscular arm now pressing on your spine to support the weight of you. It makes you scream with thrill, tie your legs around his quickly, your palm confusedly gripping his shoulder and then wrapped around his neck, his hard cock too deep.

“Oh一” you cried out, shuddered and grasping for breath, “fuck, oh my, fuckㅡ Stephen!”

“I got you, baby girl.”

oi oi

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Oh, but Jason saying "I'm going home", them he walks to Dick's house, they're not living together yet but Jason noticing he spend so much time there it feels like home

This is the worst day of his life, hands down. He doesn’t say that lightly, either. Dying doesn’t even begin to compare. Hell, it would be a mercy in comparison to this: turning up on Dick’s doorstep after explicitly telling him that Jason was going home. Just. Fuck him. It doesn’t get worse than this.

As if to mock him, a gale force of wind rushes past when Jason turns on his heel to leave. It’s strong enough that Jason feels the building sway. Unsurprising given Dick chooses to live in a place with zero structural integrity. A calculated risk for the sole purpose of staying central to areas around the city that have had spikes in criminal activity in the past years. It’s an argument curated to appease Jason’s irritability over the dangers and he knows it, but he can’t argue without being called a hypocrite because Jason has done the same damn thing.

Fucking Dick. The noble and manipulative bastard.

There had been a high wind advisory earlier to preface an oncoming storm. He’s about to say that he could make the trek to his actual home before the rain starts, but again the universe taunts him - sending down sheets of rain that get blown around in diagonal sheets and there in the distance, a flash. Followed by a loud, cracking boom that rattles Dick’s unsound apartment building and Jason’s very bones.

With a heaved sigh, Jason crouches and leans back against Dick’s door. He doesn’t dare knock though because the embarrassment might just kill him.

It’s not like they’re a thing, after all. Or, they are. They fool around. More often than not Jason stays after. He had breakfast there just that morning. It’s casual though. So, so casual. Just some fucking, some post coital cuddles; maybe some pillow talk and noncommittal companionship before or after. Because they’re casual.

Jason groans quietly under his breath, head thunking softly against the door behind him. Showing up at the place of the guy he accepts booty calls from because Jason mistook it for home, fuck.

That’s a far off dream and Jason is dramatic, sure, but escalating the good thing they have going to some sort of relationship? Pass. It would be doomed. Jason isn’t going to risk it. They’ve got a good thing going without Jason spooking Dick with commitment.

As one last ‘fuck you,’ the universe spits on him one last time by having the door behind him suddenly open. Capable and coordinated as Jason is, he tumbles backwards with a curse, thrown off kilter.

When he opens his eyes, Dick is looking down at him. Surprised; pleasantly so. The smile that pulls at his lips is crooked and boyish and clearly charmed despite his confusion. The combination of being found out and being the center of Dick’s attention and charm makes Jason grimace though, cheeks flushing warm with a blush.

“Hey,” Dick says, head tilting slightly to better meet Jason’s gaze. “Thought you were headed home?”

“Yeah, I uh.” Jason starts. Stops. Flusters. Shit. For as capable as he is in vigilantism and all the work that comes with it, not a single lie or excuse comes to his mind. All he needs to say is that he changed his mind, that he wanted some dick after all. What comes out instead is, “I ended up here.”

There’s a breath of laughter from above him, but Jason can’t see it - already hidden behind his hands because this really is the worst day of his life. It can’t get any worse than - oh.

Jason peeks up at Dick from between his fingers so that he can get a visual on what sort of damage he’s just wrought, only Dick is smiling at him. Brilliant in a way that chases away Jason’s embarrassment and leaves him feeling both dumbfounded and invincible.

He’s entirely unprepared for what comes next. The building trembles as it gets battered by wind and rain, but the elements have nothing on the force of nature that is Dick Grayson.

“Welcome home then, huh?”

As easy as that.

Pleased as Dick is at this turn of events, at Jason unwittingly exposing just how comfortable he is with Dick and Dick's space and being in said space, Jason still hides himself behind his hands. It's not enough cover though so he throws his arms over his face, instead. Hiding red stained cheeks as Dick laughs and bodily drags Jason the rest of the way into his home. Jason is loathe to help him the mortification cuts so deep. He should have braved the storm; it's nothing compared to Dick and all the menace he can be.

"Oh, come on. It's cute." Dick says, soothing even as he taunts. Although Jason remains resolutely hidden, he can hear how fond Dick is. The door shuts and while Dick locks it, Jason doesn't doubt that the strong wind will throw it back open at some point. There's nothing homey about this collapsing shoebox of an apartment; it's a death trap. The only thing that feels like home is -

"I'm here too often." Jason complains, propping himself up off the ground and glowering at Dick as if he's the one to blame for that. Which he is. Fifty percent of the time. Forty. Maybe even thirty but it doesn't matter in the grand scheme of their booty call arrangement.

And Dick, despite the blame and Jason's panic - he smiles. So warm and affectionate that Jason's heart might trip over itself as it skips a beat. He's just crouched there, elbow on his knee and chin propped on his hand - looking at Jason like he's something sweet; like he likes that Jason thought of home and came to him.

"Stay more." Dick tells him. "I'll give you a key."

This bastard - so fucking smooth. The definition of casual, only there's nothing casual about what Dick just laid out there. Even still, there's no denying that the offer makes Jason happy even though he flusters, dumbfounded and awestruck, timid and still stupidly giddy. From booty call to malewife, just like that? Maybe today isn't the worst day. It never really is with Dick though.

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This is such a sweet concept, anon!! Thank you for sharing. <3

#jaydick #dickjay #jason todd #dick grayson #words #dorks in love

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a-random-pillow · 3 months

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When the Heating System Breaks

Despite Shinra being a muilt billion dollar business the heating system for the SOLDER floor breaks on what just so happens that to be the coldest day of the year.

Lazard is the first person to really feel the chill since he is not enhanced. Only compounded by the fact that his office has window that isn’t making his situation any warmer. On top of that he didn’t bother to bring a coat today because he toke the completely underground and completely insulated subway.

Angeal can hear the director’s teeth chattering as he walks by and his office, enchanced hearing you know. So Angeal peaks in (Angeal is still in a sleeveless top) and sees Lazard trying to work while freezing. Angeal is a good, honourable person who would not let another go cold if he can help it. So Angeal goes back to his room and gets is warmest sweat shirt and brings it to Lazard.

Lazard knowing Angeal is a good person who probably dosen’t haven any alt tier motives, accepts.

For a few hours, everything is fine, until the SOIlDERS start feeling the chill. Zack, remembering cold winters cuddled up with his family and their dogs during in front of the fire place descides the best course of action is to drag the blankets off as many beds as he can find and then bring all those blankets to the break room. The break room has no fire place but it dose have a bunch of comfy couches(thank Lazard for those).

The first one to join Zack in the break room is Genesis who came looking for his blankets. He storms in all angery and literally sparking, Zack realizes he has found his fire place. Thanks to some combat, a lot of negotiation and a promise to let Genesis play his audio copy of Loveless: Read by the Broadway cast, Zack convinces Genesis to stick around.

When Rouche sees this paradise in the break room he decides in that moment to dedicate the next 30 minutes of his life to run around the 1-2 solider floors to get as many people safe and warm as possible. Most people who come join the break room nest bring their own blankets and pillows, soon the whole room has been consumed by soft, warm and cuddly things.

When Angeal walks in to see this, he smiles and goes to make his famous hot chocolate.

Sephiroth had a similar idea but only with Genesis, Angeal and Zack instead of everyone but he can’t find them. So he is kinda sad when he goes to round them up, pillow and a bunch of his sweaters in hand and all of them being nowhere on sight or seemingly anywhere in their floor. In fact, no one seems to be anywhere in the SOILDER floors which is worrying. But thankfully he hears the sound of chatter and Loveless like a call form a Siren and finds the break room.

When Sephiroth joins in be isn’t really comfortable being so near so many people, so he carves out a small nook for himself in the corner of the room with only Genesis, Zack and Angeal allowed in. (Sephiroth gives Gen,Angl and Zack all one of his hoodies because he read on the web that hoodies form male friends are extremely warm and cozy. Especially if they come form a tall male friend)

Zack very dramatically declares that he needs to go find Cloud and dramatically opens the door, pretends to be buffered by winds before slowly walking into the hall.

The infantry still has heating but that doesn’t stop Zack form grabbing Cloud and dragging him back to the break room with him. Cloud realizes he is stuck here and join’s Sephiroth’s quite corner.

Angeal remebers Lazard an un-enhanced person who might me dead because of the cold(there was no chance of Lazard dying). When Angeal shows up Lazard is napping and Angeal thinks he might be dead and because Lazard is the only director SOILDER universally likes he kinda panics. Angeal picks him up which wakes up Lazard.

L: What are you doing?!?

A: Saving you! Good to see you are alive

L: why won’t I be?

A: you nearly froze to death??

L: I did not

A: …

L: can you just pick up my laptop before you drag me off to where ever you are planning to take me?

Angeal comes back with Lazard who he then wraps and blankets, gives hot chocolate and places in the middle of the SOILDERs. Lazard just roles with it and continues his work.

Later Rufus comes looking for Lazard because he thinks his secret brother might enjoy working in a warm office rather then this cold hell. He looks around and is rather concerned to see no one on the Soilder floor so he calls the Turks.

It takes five minutes to find the break room, Reno manages to take a few photos before he is noticed and chased out. Ten minutes later the heat returns and they all clean up the break room before heading back to their rooms. Expect for Cloud, Genesis, Angeal and Zack who Sephiroth brings to his room to order take out.

TEMPERATURE TEST: SUCESS

It appeared that the the failure of the heating system caused the Soilders to pool their resources and make a Base of operations within the break room. They used specific skills like Commander Rhpadous’e fire materia control to heat the room. They defended the base form any attacks and even brought in non-SOILDERS for support. Genral Sephiroth even joined although he allows Fair to take the lead, clearly a form of training.

Notes:

Vice President Shinra:

Before you do this again alert me, it would have been nice to develop better relationships with Director Lazard.

Turk Reno:

Lovely to see. they were like Owls. Like to see this again.

Professor Hojo:

I will ensure Sephiroth is not in the building next time this happens. Gifting iteams of clothing is a sigh of developing relationships. Also I demand somone get me somone of Commander Hewley’s hot chocolate.

Lazard looks up form the PDA he ‘borrowed’ form President Shinra’s desk. He wonders if he could kill them all the with poisoned hot chocolate.

#ff14 #crisis core #lazard deusericus #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #zack fair #cloud strife #rufus shinra

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Day Sixteen - Prompt: Binge @rosekiller-microfic

March Daily Series - 731 words

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Barty ignored Frank’s good-natured prattling with this bloke with the in-progress dragon tattoo and focused on the door that he’d heard slam closed after Evan walked by. He was fairly certain that it was the one that led out to the smoking area. The urge to chase after him was strong, but he knew better than to act on it.

His hands flexed against the sides of the table when he heard the faintest rumble of Evan’s voice. A phone call, maybe. Barty hoped it wasn’t with another bloke. Murder would be a shit way to start this week.

“Yeah, it can be rough the first time,” Frank said, leaning forward to squeeze Barty’s shoulder. “When you’re an old pro like Barty here, it’s nothing. How many times have you fallen asleep on my table, mate?”

Barty cleared his throat, but his voice still came out strained. “No idea. A lot.”

He wasn’t sure if Frank was trying to relax him or warn him. Either way, the message was received. Barty hated how perceptive his flatmate was.

“You fell asleep? Really? How?” dragon tattoo said.

“The vibrations are relaxing.”

Frank lifted the back of his own shirt and pointed. “Happens more often than you’d think. See this one, on my back? Passed out for a full four hour session. Best sleep I’ve ever had.”

Dragon tattoo gaped at him, shaking his head. Frank grinned and swivelled back around. He loved to show off for the newbies.

“I can’t imagine that!” Dragon tattoo said, eyes wide. “I’m just trying not to tear up in there.”

“Rosier can be a little heavy-handed, but he’s bloody good too. You definitely want him for a piece like that. He’s patient.”

Barty nodded in agreement as he glanced back at the bloke Evan was working on. Dragon tattoo had introduced himself when he wandered over, but Barty wasn’t paying attention and hadn’t caught his name. What he did catch was Evan storming out after Barty’s comment about him being brilliant.

He is brilliant though. It wasn’t a lie.

“Good to know! This is my kid’s artwork, so I wanted to do it justice.”

Kid? I was right then. He’s probably straight.

That was more comforting than it probably should have been. Evan was a professional. It cost Barty an obscene amount of money and multiple weeks to convince him to break his “no clients” rule. Now that he’d broken it though…Evan could do it again.

Frank's loud, booming laugh interrupted his thoughts. “Yes! I prefer to wait until all the episodes are out and binge that whole season!”

“Same, but I have no self-control,” dragon tattoo replied. “I can’t help myself!”

Barty twisted at the waist to meet the bloke’s gaze. “Better fucking try.”

“What?”

Frank tensed his grip on Barty’s leg. That was definitely a warning. He knew he was acting irrationally, but he didn’t care.

“Control yourself,” Barty said, glaring pointedly at the bloke. “Around him.”

Dragon tattoo stared at him incredulously, then blinked very slowly. “Him who?”

“Ignore him. He’s obsessed with Rosier.” Frank shoved Barty back down onto the table roughly. “Calm your tits, arsehole.”

“The tattoo artist? Why would I—”

“Don’t worry about it, mate,” Frank said, waving a hand dismissively. “He’s a bit dramatic, that’s all.”

Dragon tattoo made a hasty exit from the conversation as soon as the door slammed again, announcing Evan’s return. Barty tried to peer over his shoulder, but Frank still had his hand pressed in the middle of his back.

Look at me, Evan. Come on. Say something. Anything.

“Alright, Rosier?” Frank called cheerfully.

“Fine.”

Barty forced his muscles to relax and pressed his cheek against the cold black leather. A strong scent of antiseptic leached out of the fabric. The familiarity of it grounded him a little.

Even if he couldn’t see, speak to, or approach Evan, Barty needed to be near him. He couldn’t stay away. Hearing his voice was comforting. It was only a one-word answer forced out with half-growl, but it was something.

Frank leaned forward and flicked the back of his ear hard. “Don’t be an arsehole or I’ll kick you out. Not everyone wants to have their guts rearranged by your ex.”

“Then they’re idiots.”

“His dick is that good, huh?” Frank teased. “Are you addicted to it?”

“Love is a serious mental disease,” Barty deadpanned.

“Prat. Which one was that?”

“Plato.”

Next Part>>>

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