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Seventeen being needy in the middle of the night
A/N : skdkjskd here you go!! *Everything that happens in consented!!
Seungcheol - Sighs when he realises he's not getting any sleep tonight. Contemplates if he should wake you up or not. Decides he's going to spoon you grind against your ass until he cums.
Jeonghan - Feels bad for waking you up but he needs you bc he's too horny. Asks you to fuck in the sleepy state you're in, telling you he'd do all the work. Appreciates that you let him fuck you at a late hour so he kisses and holds you to sleep whilst saying 'i love you's'
Joshua - Doesn't know what to do when he wakes up with a boner. Definitely doesn't wake you up bc he's a gentleman so he jerks off in the bathroom instead, with a pair of your used panties if he finds some.
Junhui - Jerking off next to you in bed and trying to be as loud as possible. Exaggerating his moans and whimpers, whining out your name so that hopefully you'll wake up and fuck him.
Soonyoung - Clings to your sleeping figure and begs you to wake the f up and fuck him bc he's so needy 🥺 Whines out your name and at one point starts humping you (specifically your thigh)
Wonwoo - Probably tries to wake you up slowly, because he can't cum without you. Kisses you neck and shoulders and even tries to shake you awake so you could take care of him
Jihoon - probably grabs his headphones and watches some porn (hentai 😭) next to you bc he doesn't want to be a burden. Still ends up waking you up though bc he can't hear how loud he's being.
Seokmin - he realises he's too horny and definitely tries to wake you up. Buttt, when he realises you're sleeping deeply and not going to wake up he opts to fuck you thighs. He's shaking (from the orgasm) behind you by the time you wake up.
Mingyu - I'm sorry but he needs to get his dick wet to sleep. Wakes you up asap and makes you ride him in your sleepy state. He has to hold you up as you sleepily rock your hips over his until he cums. Wakes you up with oral to make it up to you in the morning.
Minghao - He probably didn't sleep the whole night. He finally gives up trying to ignore his boner at 3:42 am and decides to wake you up for help. Runs his fingers along your tummy before reaching down to your panties. You wake up with his hands down your panties but you can't be mad at him and fuck him to sleep.
Seungkwan - also wonders if he should wake you up or not. He doesn't and waits for you to wake up. In the morning you're like ?? "Did you even sleep?" he like "No" he explains how he didn't want to wake you just bc he was horny :( ends up having Morning sex
Vernon - Bro probably had a lewd dream about you and woke up with a damn hard on. He doesn't want to be selfish and wake you up so he finds your hand under the sheets and holds it whilst he jerks himself off. Loves knowing you're close to him as he cums.
Chan - Acts like a bitch in heat. Like Jun, starts jerking off next to you and exaggerating his moans to wake you up. You wake up in a bad (?) mood and decided to overstimulate him for being a naughty boy and fucking himself next to you when you were asleep. He's almost crying by the end of his 3rd orgasm.
Helloo, I hope you enjoyed reading this one! More on the way :) Thankyou for the likes and reblogs on my last posts, means a lot <33
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Covert Relations in the Bathroom
Pairing: Wriothesley x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, co-workers, secret relationship, rough sex, banter, hiding, clit stimulation, keeping quiet, hickies, creampie, name calling, degredation, rivals who fuck, cock riding, not fully naked, streangth kink
Word count: 1.1k
A/N: This is just an excuse to write dirty, filthy, passionate, quick almost hate sex with Wriothesley.
Wriothesley's day was not going well. With every new report he had to read he got more and more pissed off, just itching to out there and give the people causing trouble a piece of his mind. Alas, he couldn't not today. He'd have to find a new way to deal with this stress. Well not new anymore but different the usual.
Apparently you had the same idea, even going the extra step to follow him. "You know this is the men's bathroom right?"
"You know you just fingered me in your office right?" You crossed your hands over your chest, cheeks still flustered from it. Funny how he saw it so fitting to mess with you in the work place, but was also able to keep a fully professional air around him when you were in the company of others. "Wrio, you didn't let me finish."
"So what? You want me to something about that? You're the one who was getting too loud." Wriothesley crossed his arms too and leaned into your personal space, "Don't offer if you can't keep quiet."
He was trying to get on your nerves. Well you could play this game too. "I'm not the one who behaves like a horny dog who needs to fuck everything in his sight." His smile wavered for a split second. He kept walking towards you until he backed you up against one of the stall doors. Wriothesley towered over you in both height and frame. The size difference made for a fun fuck but at times like these it was annoying.
"Are you my bitch then? Cause you sure seem to be happy to let me fuck you." This fucking asshole! You should have slapped him honestly. Oh what would be the point, he'd probably get hornier from that.
He did a good job hiding his bulge but this up close you didn't have to see it, you could feel it.
"Then fuck me." You challenged and stood on your tiptoes to meet his rough lips. Wriothesley growled into into your kiss, his mouth pushing back right away. His hand found it's target under your skirt, "Finish what you started, or I'll finish it for you and make you watch." And you meant that threat too, you've done it before, rode a big dildo while Wriothesley was handcuffed and muzzled, his cock leaking with cum.
"You wouldn't dare." He bit your lip harshly, a warning.
"I don't think you want to find out." You unzipped his pants and unbuckled his belt, tracing your finger around the wet spot of the bulging head. "There's not a lot of time Wrio."
"We have as much time as I say we have." But he didn't want to wait anymore either. His cock wouldn't be happy with him if he denied it any longer. You pushed the band of his underwear down until his cock sprang free, throbbing and veiny and ready to go. "Up you go." Wriothesley's hands lifted you up by your thighs, your legs spread to make room for his wide hips, "And down."
Your pussy took his cock with no resistance at all, already worked up and wet from his fingers earlier.
"Taking me so well. That's my good bitch." Wriothesley grinned at you as he started moving at an unforgiving pace. "You think you're in control here? Hm? The only reason you're still here, annoying me and butting heads with me every day, is because your cunt is too good to let go."
You cupped his cheek a bit too harshly, almost like you wanted to add to the scar beneath his eye. "So you admit you need me." It may have been in a crude way but he wanted you by his side. Everyone could see Wriothesley treated you differently, but they had the reasons all mixed up.
For them the two of you were just rivals who were forced to work together and got on each other's nerves. That was certainly part of your dynamic. The other part was the one where you got on each other nerves so much you fucked each other out of your mind. You met your own eyes in the mirror, seeing your disheveled look, your puffy lips, your hands in his hair, your legs shaking with each deep thrust of his hips against yours. It made you feel dirty, but oh so good.
Wriothesley's smirk was the only thing that soured the experience for you. He could come on the spot just from knowing how horny he made you feel. Because you tried to act like he wasn't doing it for you, like you didn't crave his cock every time your pussy was horny and empty. He knew you felt good when he handled you like this, pressed you against himself, trapped you, fucked you and used your tight little hole as a cocksleeve.
You tightened your legs around his waist, your heels digging into his back, making him groan, "Too much for you?"
"You? You thing too little of me." He pressed his lips to your neck, biting and grunting while the thumping and slapping got faster and faster, your moans edging him closer and closer. "And maybe too much. Why don't you say my name?"
And stroke his ego? You'd rather stroke his cock. Or tighten around it in this case. He interpreted that very differently then you hoped. His thick cock pulsed inside your walls, the angle perfect to make your toes curl. Good thing he couldn't see it.
"Say my name, come on you little slut. Or I stop again." Wriothesley's threat was empty, he was close as well he wouldn't stop now.
"The only slut I see here is you. So desperate to get your cock wet that you break your own protocols. You're shameless." You laughed and tilted his head, "Come for me. Come in cunt. Now Wriothesley." You were the one in control, he was fucking you, you were on could nine, but you were the one making him come, spill his seed inside you.
"You fucking bitch. You want cum? I'll give you so much you end up pregnant!" His cock stayed buried inside you while you clenched around it. "Milking me just like a bitch in heat. Just like I said, my good bitch. Oh... mhm... every drop, take every fucking drop." Your legs fell limp around him and he opened the stall, walking in and sitting on the toilet. "Gonna lift you up now."
"Okay." You mumbled, catching your breath against his neck. You were both full and empty. Wriothesley pressed the toilet paper over your dripping pussy, carefully cleaning up the mess you made. He was a bit softer when it came to aftercare.
But still an asshole as he pressed his hand over your twitching clit, eliciting more low moans from you. Whatever. You'd get back at him for this. Eventually. Later tonight.
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Fem Reader x Miguel O'Hara who is your Uber Driver
Commissioned art by @ejpuki on Instagram, same as the one above, this is just a link to the original post. Please support the artist 🖤
Synopsis- in an AU where fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home...with a twist on the og Miguel O'Hara comic. Word Count 4.5k
Pt 2, Pt 3 1, Pt 3 2 , Pt 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9
T/W: 18+ only, minors DNI, alcohol, drunkeness, mature language, implied masturbation, some sexual content/fantasizing, some self-deprecating language (reader is insecure), age gap (reader 26, Miguel 34)
This is my first EVER fan fiction piece! If you have a crush on Miguel O'Hara from Across the Spider Verse, this is for you...
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"Next song is for all the bad bitches in here tonight, let's make some noise." As soon as the song starts you recognize that it's Agora Hills and a switch goes off in your brain as you yank your friend, Hailey by the arm to the dance floor while she struggles to get the last sip of tequila sunrise down the hatch as the ice cubes attack her face.
It was a Saturday night, now very early Sunday morning in mid-November. You and your two friends are in a slightly seedy club in Brooklyn. Right now, all three of you are trying to escape the first-world problems of modern day society, and common issues that would plague late-twenty year old adults like stagnant jobs, anxiety-inducing texts from distant family members about plans for the holidays, and a casual fling that started to sour about 3 days ago.
Right now, all you want to do is dance to this song. And go home for some relief because the tequila is making you horny and your situationship hasn't texted you back for going on 16 hours now.
You and Hailey giggle as you both throw your heads back in bliss to the music, holding each other's pinkies as you try and awkwardly spin on the dance floor.
"Wait!" Hailey calls out and stutters as she lets go of you and tries to squeeze through a sea of musk, 5- Gum, and Bath and Body Works perfume back towards your other friend, Brin, who's still at the bar.
"Fuckkk. Whatever girl." You drunkenly roll your eyes and close them again, throwing your arms in the air, moving to the beat. The song is making you feel even more electrified than before. You toss your head back and move your hands from your shoulders, to your chest, down to your thighs. It's one of those moments where you feel dangerous.
God I love being a woman! You picture going home with a stranger. A tall man's lips crashing down on yours in your dark bedroom in drunken passion, falling backwards onto your bed. You picture yourself pulling your clothes off slowly while his hungry eyes scan your curves…
Your fantasy is interrupted when you feel a clammy hand touch your hip, just below where your see-through top ends. Your eyes shoot what you hope is an annoyed look at the offender. A brown haired guy in a white t-shirt with a flannel who looks like his name is Tanner, smirks at you as he moves past you, but not before letting his eyes dart to your cleavage line under your black bralette. You groan and move the other direction and realize Hailey and Brin are nowhere to be found. Your drunkeness wears off for one second as you slowly jerk around, trying to make your way towards the bar.
A tall brunette with a half sleeve tattoo, glasses, and her straight brown hair in a claw clip is counting her drawer.
"H-have you seen my friends?" you ask her stupidly. The tall brunette looks at you, her small sticker name tag on her baseball tee shirt reads "Reagan."
"I can't hear you, hunny." Reagan has seen this a million times. "Last call just ended. Do you have a ride home? I said, do you have a ride HOME?"
Reagan leans over the bar, holding onto your wrist. Her breath smells good at least.
"Okay look, can you hand me your phone please? Let me help you order an Uber." You blow air out of your lips like a horse and sloppily hand her your phone. "Enter your passcode, please."
You type in your passcode and watch the glint from your phone reflect on her glasses as she orders an Uber for you. Luckily, your address is already saved to the app. "Okay, sweetheart, wait here with me. Miguel is coming for you in 4 minutes." She hands you back your phone and credit card. "Sign here please."
Fuck, did I transfer that 200 from my savings before I got here? You think as you sign the receipt she hands you. The total is $58.75. You scrape the tiny excuse for a pocket inside your skirt and hand Reagan a crumpled up 20 as a tip. Reagan takes it, eyes widen a little bit at the sight of the 20.
Did she mean to give me this much?... Fuck it. She gives you a small, concerned grin.
"Thanks... let me get you some water."
You nod and slump your head forward on the sticky bar.
Suddenly Reagan is shaking your shoulder.
"Hey! Your ride's here!"
You realize you might have fallen asleep temporarily. The room is still moving like you're trying to balance on a waterbed. She places a styrofoam to-go cup in your hand filled with ice water as she grips your left arm.
"Here, just take off your shoes, hunny." She bends over and pulls off your clunky heels and holds them in her free hand. You feel like you're 4 years old. You feel tears well up at the sudden kindness.
"Okay hunny it's okay, come on now." She pulls you outside and to the curb where a black Audi is waiting. The cold air assaults your bare legs and your teeth start to chatter. The driver recognizes his passenger is quite inebriated and gets out, walking towards the struggling pair.
You feel your bedroom eyes creep up when you see him. Oh no, he's hotttt!
You curse in your head silently for not checking your reflection before he got there. You're sure you're a hot mess though.
He's tall, huge, even. Definitely way over six feet. Dark tousled hair with dreamy brown eyes underneath sculpted brows are locked on you as he gets closer. You instinctually run a hand through your hair, trying to make it look more voluminous. Probably a lost cause at this point.
He's wearing black joggers with some worn Nikes. His black hoodie is baggy but you have a very good imagination. It covers a set of broad, wide shoulders and what you're sure are bold chest muscles underneath that lead to a delicious pair of V lines and an endearing happy trail of hair running down his belly button that lead directly to his-
"Can I carry something for you?" His rich voice pulls you out of your indecent thoughts for one second then sends you right back there again.
"Um, yes can you get her shoes please?" You hear Reagan's voice go up an octave.
Girlll me too. You think to yourself.
Miguel takes your heels in a pair of strong, large hands. As he does, he tugs his sleeve and checks a black Apple watch, veins running up a thick forearm. Called it. This guy was jacked. Probably a gym bro. Definitely has a girlfriend. You feel yourself get sucked back into reality. You were probably a 7/10 at best. And right now, probably a strong 4 after your shenanigans tonight.
Miguel opens the back door, allowing Reagan to tuck you in.
"Get home safe hunny," she says.
"Thank youuuu," you slur back to her as you sit, disheveled with your sippy cup of ice water in the backseat opposite of the driver's in front. Miguel gets in the driver's seat, the scent of Old Spice seeps in.
He smells good too?! You feel yourself wanting to sin. He sits in the front seat for a few moments in silence, fiddling with his phone.
"2949 Ocean Parkway?" he asks in his mesmerizing voice.
"Yeah, that's right." You feel yourself perk up. You're starting to sober up slightly but you still have enough liquid courage left to start asking him a lot more questions than you normally would.
"Your name's Miguel?"
"Yes," he answers. "Did you have a good night tonight?"
"I did! It was supposed to be girl's night, I'm not sure what happened to them, though."
"Your friends left you?" His dark eyes glance in the rearview mirror at you.
Sighhh "Yeah, I guess they did."
"You need better friends." One of his hands comes up and grips the shoulder of the passenger seat as he sits up and looks over his shoulder, his eyes meet yours for just a moment, then focus on the back window as he pulls out of the parallel parking spot. You can't help but stare at his chiseled jawline and his neck, imagining yourself planting a line of kisses on it while he groans and grits his teeth...
"You know what sounds amazing right now?" You ask in a flirty tone, interrupting your own dirty thoughts.
He cracked a small smile. "What's that?"
"Taco bellllll." You rest your cheek on the shoulder passengers seat, looking at him.
He glances at you, then keeps looking ahead as he drives.
"Well, if you want to update the route I'd be happy to stop anywhere you want."
You laugh.
"I don't know how to do thattt." The car comes up to a red light.
"Here, want help?" Miguel looks over at you as you hand him your phone which has the app still opened, courtesy of Reagan helping you from before. Miguel quickly types, his eyes going from the traffic light to your phone as he tries to enter the new address for the closest Taco Bell.
"Got it," he hands you back your phone, another whiff of his cologne coming off the fabric of his hoodie as he moves his arm back to rest on the center console while he drives with his left hand.
You glance down at your phone and then back at him, still leaning forward with your cheek pressed against the back of the passenger seat.
Unbeknownst to you, Miguel was curious about his new passenger, probably the last ride he'll do tonight. He didn't get a good look at you when the bartender was putting you in his car. He glanced over at you again when he thought you weren't looking, but quickly moved his eyes back to the road when he saw you were staring at him already with your cheek pressed against the passenger seat.
"You tired?"
"Kind of," you fake a small yawn while still holding your position.
Miguel laughed. He thought that was kind of amusing, how you were clearly faking being tired and shamelessly staring at him while he drove. He knew he was a good looking guy. Once you got into his car, he felt like he needed to take care of you and make sure you got home safe since your shitty friends wouldn't.
Your eyes wander to the space between his chest and the steering wheel, trying to imagine yourself in it, his strong arms wrapped around you as your hot, frantic, breaths fogged the windows as your bodies pressed together...
"So, y/n , right?" He asks.
Fuuuuck he said my name...
"Yeah..how did you know?! Oh right, the app, the app..."
Miguel smiles.
"So, Miguel, how is it being an Uber driver?" you ask. Feeling brave, you touch his elbow resting on the center console. Miguel's fist clenches tighter around the steering wheel at your touch.
"It's...not bad. It's been pretty busy tonight, actually. I went to the gym earlier then just have been taking a few folks like yourself around town who were going out as well. "
"That's nice. You know, we're gonna be best friends by the end of this drive," you grin, taking another sip of ice water.
"Really?" Miguel smirks. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Your heart flutters at this question. Why is he asking me that?!
"Uhm, no.. I was talking to a guy but I think he ghosted me."
"Heh, I'm sorry to hear that." Miguel replied, not sorry at all.
"Do girls ghost you? Or-uh, I mean- do you, do you have a girlfriend?" you manage to spit out.
Miguel smiles at your stutters.
"Nah, I'm single. I do have a daughter though."
Your smile disappears for a moment. A daughter? "Awhhh, what's her name? How old is she?"
"Her name's Gabriella. She's 6."
"That's sweet...." Miguel's handsomeness mixed with the liquor is enough to cause all rational thinking to exit your brain. I could be a step-mom, easy! I love kids, what the hell?
"So, how old are you?" You ask.
Miguel chuckles. "Isn't it rude to ask a stranger's age?" He glances over at you and the corner of his mouth raises at your slightly mortified expression. "I'm just messing with you- I'm 34."
"Dang, I'm 26," you answer as you look out the window.
"You're still pretty young," Miguel remarks as he turns down a new street.
"I definitely don't feel that way," you answer as you slump in your seat. You decide to check your email. Once you open it, a message that you don't want to see is at the very top. It's a random Yahoo email address you don't recognize which means only one thing: your asshole, estranged dad. You click on it quickly to clear the bold lettering indicating it's unread, and catch a quick glimpse of its contents which is a novel with no spacing. You quickly delete it with a loud sigh.
"Everything okay?" Miguel asks.
"Just my dad. Somehow he made another email address and tried to contact me again. It's a long story though we don't have to get into it..." your voice cracks slightly.
The skin around Miguel's eyes softens when you mention your tense relationship with your father. He himself knew that pain as well. His father, George O'Hara, wasn't a model parent, either.
"I'm sorry you're going through that," Miguel says emphatically. "I don't have the best relationship with my dad, either."
Once you hear this, the last bit of liquid courage in your system inspires you to spill the tea.
"He and my mom are divorced, and, well he's just a narcissist, right? Growing up, I didn't see it, but his whole family is full of them. My grandma never wanted him to marry my mom and so ever since their wedding day, she treated her like shit and when I came along, it was no different. I used to wonder why at Christmases she got bigger presents for the other grandkids and ask why she didn't show up for my birthday parties. My dad never did anything about it and always took their side. I finally realized it when I was about 16 when they divorced, and that's when I said fuck it. If you're not gonna stick up for my mom or me, I don't really want anything to do with you or your family."
Miguel nodded, just listening to you speak, glancing at you in the rearview mirror so you knew he was paying attention.
"Wow, I must say, that sounds horrible. Good on you for sticking up for yourself and your mother. As a parent myself, I can't ever imagine treating my own child or their family that way..."
You sigh.
"Yeah, shit's fucked. But there's nothing I can do about it, you know? I just don't have the strength to talk to him right now. But he never fails to try to reach out about this time every year. Since it's the holidays."
The car arrives at another red light. This time, Miguel turns around to face you while you're stopped, his eyes directly looking into yours.
"Don't feel guilty for doing what's best for you. No matter how hard it is. I know that most people think that family is everything, but, truth is sometimes they can hurt you the most." Miguel then turns back to the wheel.
You feel a flutter in your stomach as though an invisible spark appeared. You were strongly physically attracted to your handsome Uber driver, no doubt about it, but after hearing him speak, you realize there's more behind his captivating features. You feel the very beginning of a connection starting to form and suddenly you wish you had all night to talk to him. Miguel felt the same way, too. In fact, he was going 5 miles under the speed limit and riding the slow lane to try and prolong the encounter. Luckily, you were still too tipsy to notice.
"Well, this should cheer you up..." Miguel pulls the car into the Taco Bell parking lot. You groan internally when you realize you're going to have to go inside. You step out of the car, the cold air assaulting your bare skin again. Miguel notices you shivering.
"Here." Without hesitation, he peels off his hoodie and hands it to you. You want to die as soon as you put it on, and once you see him standing there without it on. He's even more toned than you realize. He's wearing a grey athletic shirt that hugs his broad shoulders just right, his defined chest and ab muscles tapering off into a narrow waist. His hoodie is still warm and smells intoxicating. You feel your hormones going crazy when you bring the collar of the hoodie to your mouth and nose, shamelessly getting drunk on the scent he left behind...
You do a mini sprint to catch up to him as he's already making his way towards the restaurant.
Miguel looks at you from the corner of his eye and his heart skips a beat. He adores the way his oversized clothes drown you. The hoodie is big enough to be a dress on you. He imagines this would be how you two would look together getting a bite to eat, only after making you scream his name 30 minutes before....
You and Miguel enter the Taco Bell and he gives an awkward grin as he holds the door open for you.
"Why don't you sit down or use the restroom if you need, let me order for you," Miguel says.
Your heart melts, but you decide you better seem modest with your order.
"Umm just a gordita crunch, small Baja blast, and a 2 pack of Cinnabon delights please."
Miguel smiles. "You got it." Suddenly, he feels close to you. You trusting him to order food for you and take you home after a rough night out while letting you wear his clothes.
While you go into the bathroom, he approaches the counter.
"Hello, I need two gordita crunches, a large Baja Blast, and a 12 pack of Cinnabon delights, please" He takes out his card and pays for the food without a second thought.
Meanwhile, you come out of the bathroom after cleaning up a bit, still wrapped in his warm hug of a hoodie and wait near the door. Miguel strolls over with your food and grins at you.
"Are you ready to go?" You nod and grin back and you two make your way back to his car. Suddenly, you realize.
"Do you have Venmo? Let me know how much I owe you."
"Absolutely not." Miguel answers firmly. "Here, why don't you sit up front this time?" He opens the passenger door for you. You beam at him.
Is this real? Is this guy really doing all this for me and I just met him? You've never had a man treat you this well. Not even your last relationship could be bothered to hold a door open for you or pull out a chair. You get in and Miguel hands you your bag of food, the delicious aroma making your stomach growl. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion when you realize there's a lot more food in the bag than you told him to order originally. Miguel gets in the car and starts to drive again.
"Did, did you order extra food for me?" You laugh as you turn to him. Miguel gives you a small half smile but says nothing. You take a bite of the gordita crunch and let out a loud, "Mmmmmmm!" Just what you've been craving all night.
"Thank you, thank you so much you have no idea..." Your sentence tapers off as you stuff one of the piping hot Cinnabons into your mouth.
"You're very welcome." Miguel answers as you arrive at another red light. You realize Miguel didn't get himself anything.
"Do you want a Cinnabon bite?" You hold the box and give it a little shake.
Miguel offers a polite smile. "No thanks, those are all for you."
"Whaat, you can't turn down one of these. Have you even had these before?" You say playfully.
He chuckles at your playful tone. "I haven't, actually. But I trust your judgement."
"Come onnn...it's the LEAST I can do after everything you've done for me tonight. You're seriously gonna make me feel SO bad if you don't take at LEAST one." You give the box a couple shakes as if it's going to entice him more.
Miguel sighs. "Alright, you got me. I'll try one."
You smile wide as he takes one of the Cinnabon bites from the box you're holding in an outstretched hand. Your smile almost breaks your face as you see his reaction to his first bite.
"Jesus.." he mutters as his brows furrow in disbelief. He looks down at the remaining bite in his fingers as though he can't comprehend its existence. "That's spectacular, actually."
"Have another one!" You beam.
"Don't mind if I do." Miguel pops another one in his mouth and he brakes again at another red light.
He glances over at you and notices a little bit of taco sauce on the corner of your lip. "You got something..."
Suddenly, your heart stops as he raises his hand to your face, cupping your cheek between his thumb and pointer finger, while his middle finger cradles your chin. His lips part in concentration as he gently presses his thumb against the corner of your mouth, retrieving the smudge of taco sauce. Your mouth falls open a little bit too. He gives you a little smile as he brings his thumb to his own mouth, cleaning the sauce from his finger.
That might have been the hottest thing you've ever seen in your life. At this point, all you want to do is grab his face and make out with it. Traffic be damned, your runny mascara be damned, your deflated hair be damned, you don't care anymore about any of that. He could ask you to do anything and you'd give it to him without hesitation.
Miguel is thinking the same thing. He did that on purpose. If it wasn't anymore obvious he wanted you right now then he wasn't sure what was. His gaze falls back to your lips. He suddenly realizes you've begun to lean in closer to him. Your noses are inches away from each other. God, he wanted you. To lick passionately into your mouth with his tongue. Being able to hold you and grip your ass as though he was a starved man who couldn't get closer to you even if he tried. Watching your brow furrow with pleasure, hearing your voice and watching your breath fog his windows and the heat rising in his body knowing he was the cause...
Reality busts in like the Kool-Aid man.
She was drinking tonight. You just met her. She's your passenger. Technically, you're still working right now...No, it's not right...
Miguel pulls away suddenly, and, as if the universe has his back, the traffic light turns green and he presses the gas, driving once more. Your breath catches in your throat and your heart starts to pound again.
Doesn't he like me? What happened....? What did I do....? Did I misread the signs? I wanna hide in my room for the rest of my fucking life now.
You clear your throat and take a long sip of Baja Blast. The uncomfortable silence and tension becomes a thick fog. You recognize your apartment building coming into view and your heart sinks.
"Home sweet home..." Miguel pulls into the parking lot. "Is here a good place to drop you off?"
"Yeah..." You try to make your tone sound like it's back to business. Miguel nods and grips the steering wheel with both fists in the 12 o' clock position as he watches you gather your things.
Ask for her number, you fucking pussy... Truth is, when it came to matters of the heart, Miguel's heart was glass.
"Thank you for the ride and the food, and, and just everything..." you step out of his car, defeated. You really didn't want to be the one to make the first move. If he really wanted to he would...
Miguel looks back at you with a neutral expression.
"Of course. You have a safe night, now." He starts to pull away.
"Miguel!" You realize you're still wearing his hoodie and you go to take it off.
He looks at you through the rolled down window, still driving away and shoots you a gorgeous smile and shakes his head at you in refusal, giving you one last wink that nearly knocks you over.
You sigh with frustration and watch his car disappear into the night, trying to memorize his license plate but your brain is hazy and the numbers on it escape your mind as soon as they enter. Your heart leaps in your chest when you realize you might be able to contact him through the Uber app...
No no, you let him talk to you first. Did your last situationship teach you nothing, you dumb hoe?! Don't be that desperate girl...
You wrap the droopy arms of his hoodie around yourself as you walk up the stairs and take a deep sniff...burying yourself in his scent so you never ever forget it. Even if he didn't want to spend the night holding you, you could go to bed with a huge smile on your face knowing you walked away with a piece of his clothing, the essence of what he left behind wrapped around your body all night long. An intangible connection that bound you two together...
Miguel sighed as he drove away. He just didn't have the bravery tonight. He didn't want to come across as creepy. The reality is, you were a slightly intoxicated stranger, a vulnerable woman younger than him, and he didn't want to abuse his power over you in that way. He looked at the empty passenger seat next to him and laid one of his hands on it, feeling the warmth you left behind. Trying to remember the way your thighs pillowed on it...the way your soft lips opened in shock when he wiped the sauce from your mouth, the small line of saliva from you that he caught on his thumb and licked into his own mouth..
He inhaled deeply, his jaw tensing and speed on the road increasing as he felt his body getting hot... He tried to lock your perfume in his nose for as long as he could, imagining himself inhaling it directly from your soft neck... holding onto the remainder of your presence, just...just until he could get home and relieve himself of his dire wants...
You, the perfect stranger who found herself in the passenger seat of his car tonight, and unknowingly wound up in the back of his mind for good...
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Hope you liked it! Thank you SO much for reading. ❤️ Part 2 is coming soon!
Pt 2
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Maybe I want Him to Bite...(Lucifer Selfie Card Prologue React III) *Spoilers*
You know the drill lovelies...back it up to part 2 if this is the first part you're seeing!! ->
From there you can be linked back to Part 1 if you haven't read that first either. If you've read both, yay you made it to the final part! Let's goooo (༎ຶꈊ༎ຶ╬)
Alright so let's see what' this goofy ahh bitch did...
We done broke all the rules up in here and I'm-
Good LORD he looks like that????
I was startled because I'm like oh no boo you gonna have to warn me before you pull a "jeff the killer, creepypasta, the rake, smile dog" on me. /j
LMAO I can hear this even though MC doesn't have a set voice.
And everyone else was silent asf like not saying a goddamn thing. Even Gamigin who's usually loud as fuck was saying nothing. LMAO
Yes MC, you did. All in order too like? XD Even though this is some shit I'd do personally, I would also be like "Oh damn I didn't die??"
And Lucifer was like "What are you talking about?" and MC was panicking trying to get an answer from the nobles being like hello????? but silently and Marbas and Morax hit em' with the-
"Ah so staring at him and touch his snake doesn't do anything. Got it."
This would have been me.
Because what do you mean?????? YOU HAD RULES AND WAS JUST THROWING MC OUT THERE WITHOUT CONFIRMATION????
This is why I have trust issues. Lol
So it turns out Lucifer was reacting the way he was out of being startled, not because he was going to end someone's life. But I think we all know what he looks like when he actually is out here in murder mode. The event was clear in that regard.
So Lucifer calms down the snake on his clothing, and MC comes up to also touch it out of curiosity. So this tells us, the snake doesn't really cause any harm per say...but I'm sure it does something more so give Lucifer the power to do something.
Snake boi
MC apologizes and well Lucifer doesn't really understand why for a moment (he does laugh at the action though mostly from amusement). But MC lets it be known that they are apologizing to the snake and him.
WAIT WAIT WAIT "Child of Adam?????" AYO? I need more lore about why he said that, which I can only guess why he said that. (and honestly, now I'm thinking of Adam from Hazbin Hotel lmao)
But I mean, this statement just shows he's a least learning to observe MC for their own personality. Not Solomon's.
MC is confused tho, but Lucifer is like "You're amusing"
ANd then????
HE BITE?????
HE BITEEE
h e
b i t e
Stop. Why is this so hot?
HES SO GODDAMN HOT????? BITE ME SOME MORE????!?!?!?!
SO AFTER HE BITES MC HE ORDERS THEM TO TOUCH HIM?
And this is where I was freaking out on that post. Because I had a headcanon I didn't share here, that because of Lucifer's power he could basically order you to do whatever and you'd have to carry that out.
i.e. If he said you aren't allowed to touch yourself ever unless I give you permission, that means no matter how horny you are you can't get off or do anything until he says so and that brings in a whole new kind of foreplay/dominance type thing where literally his word is to be followed. But at the same time....there could be loopholes if you're smart enough to figure them out and want to be a brat.
Whoever gets his card and unlocks the rest of the story?? I'll be waiting patiently.
Okay, so I'm gonna say that from this prologue alone, his selfie card is possibly the best selfie story out of the 5 kings. I was vibin' with Mammon's but this one rightchea?
Phew. Mostly because I wanna see how Luci gets down and it already seems like his venom is some kind of aphrodisiac. Because sheesh MC was getting worked up and horny quite immediately from being bitten and you know what?
I wonder if you can extract the venom and have it applied to foods for the same effect...(Don't tell Bimet he'd capitalize on that shit)
But man. I told you all that once his card released I'd probably stop caring about Juno and transition over and well that happened. (still gonna do the reader fic though)
It's funny also that I did this prologue faster than I did his event which I STILL have yet to post about. lol
But as always lovelies, I thank you for sticking through my crazy reacts
-your lovely admin ♥( ˆ⌣ ˆԅ)
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Overture: Part 2
(3rd POV)
*With Charlie*
"Hello? Creepy..." Charlie called into the building as she looked around, walking towards the front desk. "Oh!" Charlie watched as a scroll and quill came in front of her. "Also, creepy." she smiled awkwardly, as she signed her name. A door opened up into a dark room, and Charlie walked in, calling out again, "Hello?"
" 'Sup." A male voice startled the demoness, making her fall on the floor. "Holy shit!" She yelped. Light had came on to reveal two angels, one sitting and the other standing behind the first.
Standing up, Charlie pushed her bangs back. "Hi! I'm Charlie, and my brother has sent me to meet you." "Yeah, I know." replied the yellow angel, lazily. "Okay, well, it is nice to meet you." Charlie held her hand out to shake, the angel leaning forward to shake it, "Totally, nice to meet you too." Charlie gasped when her hand passed through his.
"Ha! I fuckin' got you! DId you fuckin' see that?!" He cackled to the grey angel beside him, who nodded at his answer. "Good shit." He laughed to himself.
"Uh, so wait, you aren't here?" wondered Charlie. "No, you think I'd come down there?" He laughed again.
"No, I mean, I love the vibe, totally; I love your tunes. Pretty fuckin' hardcore, don't get me wrong. But it's such a bummer, man. Everything down there, is so..eugh, ya know. Ew." He cringed at the thought.
"Right..so I'm happy that we got this opportunity to meet! There's a project that I've been working on that I really want to talk to you about--" Charlie eyed the angel as he shushed her.
"Hey, hey, hey, slow down. We got time; how about we get to know each other, mm? How about some lunch? You hungry? I got you!" The yellow angel held up a plate of ribs, offering it to the demoness. "Here's my personal favorite. You'll love it."
Charlie smiled politely. "Um, thanks." As she reached for some, her hand went through it. The angel laughed loudly. "I got you again, bitch! Haha! Fuckin' hilarous! Haha!" The princess laughed sarcastically, annoyed by his childishness.
*Back at the hotel*
Vaggie had gathered everyone in the main foyer. Angel had his legs on (Y/N)'s lap again, and was enjoying how flustered the prince looked. The blond tried to ignore the spider but was failing miserably.
"Okay, Charlie's doing something very important, so while she's gone, we are making a new commercial." Vaggie smiled, thinking of her energetic girlfriend, before holding her hand out expectantly. "So, we need a camera. Alastor?"
The deer demon snapped his fingers and an old fashioned camera meant for photos appeared. "A video camera." snapped the Latina woman. "Hmm." Alastor hummed before giving her the requested item. "Alright, let's do this." Vaggie grinned.
"Aaand action!"
" 'Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Can I help you?' " Husk read from the script, from where he was standing behind the bar.
"I've been a bad boy, and I need a big, strong Daddy to put me in my place....on the path to redemption." Angel started sultrily, purposely stretching his body out, showing himself off. (Y/N) snorted behind his own script; that spider was such an idiot sometimes.
"Well, you come--" Husk started before being interrupted by Angel's moan of , "Oh yes!" (Y/N) started laughing harder, as Husk continued his lines through gritted teeth, "To the right place."
"Cut!" Vaggie sighed, putting the camera down and turning towards the men.
"Okay, Angel, I need you to be less horny, if possible. (Y/N), stop encouraging him. And Husk, can you not have the script right in your face?" Vaggie commented. Husk bristled, clearly angry, "I ain't no act! I can't memorize this shit!" He slapped the paper in his hand as Angel leaned in closer.
"Well, we could improve this shit, babycakes. Rawrr." The Italian spider purred seductively.
Husk frowned and pushed the spider into (Y/N) who wasn't even paying attention, and sent both men to the floor. "Oof," grunted Angel as he landed on (Y/N), knocking his glasses off and--
"Fuck, my nuts!" groaned (Y/N), curling in a fetal position.
Angel had accidentally kneed him...right where the sun don't shine.
"Whoops." Husk winced; he'd only meant for the spider to get out of his personal space. (Y/N) was really one of the only people he'd gotten along with. "My bad, (Y/N)."
"I could do something with your nuts, (Y/N)." Angel teased, but shivered when the prince shot a icy glare in his direction. "Or maybe later," he muttered, rubbing (Y/N)'s back soothingly as he waited for the pain to stop.
"Guys, come on." Vaggie sighed, as Husk picked up a bottle and started drinking again.
*Back with Charlie*
"So I was playing this gig, and for some fucking reason, this virtue chick was diggin' on the drummer and it's like, do you know who I am? I'm fuckin' Adam! I'm the original dick. All dicks descend from me! You think you want drummer dick? No way! I'm the fuckin' dickmaster!" Adam obnoxiously slurped on his ribs before continuing his story.
"So anyway, we fucked and it was awesome. What'd you do this weekend?" He asked a very bored looking Charlie.
"Wait, your name is Adam? Like the first man, Adam? That means you--Ohhh, that explains so much." Charlie realized. "I know, I fuckin' rock." Adam sent the princess a 'rock on sign'. "Well, Adam, sir. Mr Adam, sir--"
"Call me dickmaster." smirked the angel.
"Adam," Charlie emphasized, clearly done with Adam. "You seem like a smart--well, stand up guy."
"Uh-huh." Adam agreed as he picked his teeth.
"And I know you are the leader of the Angel Army and you are a big thinker, a revolutionary, a--a genius," Charlie complimented.
"I mean your words, babe." Adam was clearly enjoying the compliments.
"Who would really love to put his name on something." Charlie kept revving Adam up. "Fuckin' love puttin' my name on shit!" Adam stood excitedly. "Shit's the best!"
Charlie nodded along, "It's a solution to our biggest problem!"
"Ohh, herpes! Yeah, that's a bitch." Adam cringed.
"No! Our other biggest problem." The princess tried hinting at again.
"Oh, uh, ugly people? Math? Global warming? Nah, wait, that's Earth's problem. Umm...." Charlie blinked at the Angel...there was no way he was this stupid, right?
*Back at the hotel*
Niffty giggled as she chased a bug with a giant needle in her hand. "Hehehe, stab, stab, stab!" "Alright, Niffty." Vaggie called before turning to kneel in front of the cyclops. "Niffty. Niffty? Niffty! Your line is, 'We have the cleanest rooms.' Okay?" Niffty nodded excitedly, "Got it! I'm ready!" Vaggie grabbed the camera and started to record. "And action."
Niffty's smile dropped immediately and she zoned out, her pupil shrinking to a little dot. Vaggie stopped recording and lowered the camera,as she, Angel and (Y/N) stared at the cyclops with wide eyes. "Uhh...cut."
Niffty smiled, "How was that?" "Well Niffty, you have to actually say the line. Let's try again."
Same results as last time.
Angel leaned down to whisper in Vaggie's ear, "Yo're doing great Vagina." He whispered, mockingly.
"Cut! Alright, um, maybe we can try to fix it in post." Vaggie thought aloud. "Do you even know what that means?" asked (Y/N). "I'll figure it out." the white haired woman snapped, not noticing the looks that the two men exchanged.
Vaggie went into a room and groaned in annoyance as the TV showed a lot of static,and barely audible sound. "Seems like you're having a bit of trouble there, eh?" Alastor grinned as he watched Vaggie.
"Ugh, este pendejo. " She cursed, before turning to the deer demon. "Why are you even here?"
Alastor sat on the opposite couch of Vaggie, his shadow crouching behind him with a sinister smile. "I came here because I love seeing wasteful souls struggle to accomplish something meaningful and fail spectacularly, like you are doing now! Good job!" He mocked cheerfully.
Scowling, Vaggie turned the camera on, and started recording, "And here is Alastor, an egocentric piece of shit--" She yelped as the camera shorted out from the demon's power. "I wouldn't try that, my dear. This face was made for radio." His eyes changed into radio dials, his mouth changed to a speaker,and his body began changing in bendy ways, as voodoo symbols floated around him.
Vaggie narrowed her eye at him. "That's it! I don't care who or what you are. If you're staying here, you are going to make this work. Because it won't be so 'entertaining' to watch over a empty hotel, will it shitass?" She snapped, walking back to her chair.
Alastor's eyes and smile narrowed before he shrugged.
"Fair enough. I'll tell you what: let's make a deal." Scoffing, Vaggie flopped back into her seat.
"You think I'm that stupid? Making a deal with a demon like you?"
"Not for your soul." The Radio Demon rolled his eyes before continuing, "Just a simple deal: I do this for you, and you never ask me to engage with this frivolous television technology again." He narrowed his eyes at the television. "Or...Charlie comes back to absolutely nothing!" The deer dropped the radio effect from his voice as he turned to smirk at Vaggie, "Your choice."
Sighing heavily, the purple demoness agreed. "Fine." She handed the video camera into Alastor's waiting hand, sealing the deal.
"Now then!" Alastor clapped his hands, and the hotel occupants and a camera crew appeared with equipment. With another snap, the Hotel company were all dressed in outfits from the 1920's.
"Alright, let's make a fucking commercial."
*Back with Charlie*
"When you take her out for the fifth time, and she still expects you to pay the check, but you're like, 'Hey, I thought you want equality/'?" Adam mocked a woman's voice.
"NOO! Our shared problem of overpopulation in Hell!" Charlie snapped, a desperate look in her eye.
"Ohh! Well, that's not a problem. We've got that covered. Lute, how many demons did you kill this year?" Adam asked the silent lieutenant.
"Got a good 275, sir." she replied, coldly.
"275?! Woah, badass! Awesome job, danger tits! Pound it." The two angels shared a fist bump.
"Uh, no, that's not awesome! Those are my people, you know that, right?" Charlie stood, worry written on her face. "Ohh, yeah....That must suck for you! Hahaha!" Adam laughed.
"But these are souls. Human souls, just the same as you have in Heaven." the blonde frowned. "They are not the same." Lute said bluntly, "They had their chance and they earned damnation."
"You're wrong!" Charlie disagreed. "Sinners made mistakes, sure, but everyone makes mistakes." "ANGELS don't make mistakes." hissed Lute. Charlie crossed her arms, "You really think that?" she raised an eyebrow.
"I know that." replied the exorcist.
"Yeah, I've never made a mistake in my fuckin' life." Adam agreed as Lute circled the princess. "The only reason you're still here, is because Daddy gave you and your Hellborn kind, a pardon from an exorcist blade. How's that you feel? To know how little you matter." Lute said coldly, returning to Adam's side.
"Oops! Almost out of time. Guess we should get into it." Adam sighed lazily.
"Oh fuck!" Charlie face palmed, and rushed closer to the two angels."Okay, I've got a lot to get through and not a lot of time." Charlie summoned a stack of paperwork. "And I feel like you weren't hearing me before, so here it goes."
"Awh, shit!" Charlie cursed banging on the door from where she was thrown out.
*Back at the hotel*
Charlie walked into the hotel sadly, before being greeted by her brother, who was sitting at the bar, with paperwork and a another strawberry Daiquiri in front of him, glasses perched on the edge of his nose.
He looked up at the young woman and smiled, waving his hand to send the paper work away, and taking his drink in his hand, before going over to Charlie. "Hey, sis...how'd it go?"
As he got closer, he noticed his sister's bubbly demeanor was gone, "Hey, what's wrong?"
Charlie opened her mouth before being interrupted by Vaggie hugging her. "Charlie! How'd it go? Did they listen?" Vaggie looked at Charlie hopefully.
"They sure did...hear it. But um,--" "Oh! Come here! We have something exciting to show you!" Vaggie excitedly dragged Charlie to the living room where everyone was gathered.
"Alastor pulled a few limbs, and it's about to air." (Y/N) grinned as he came to stand in between Husk and the Radio Demon, as Charlie and Vaggie sat on the couch by Niffty and Angel Dust who lounged on the floor.
"I pulled a few limbs, too!" Alastor laughed. (Y/N) shook his head at his antics.
"Wait, the commercial? You all made a new one?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah, one of my better performances if I do say so myself." Angel smiled lazily as Charlie teared up, holding her hands over her heart.
"That's amazing." She said, tearfully, before Angel shushed her. "SHH! It's startin'" He growled.
On screen, we see the hotel members dressed up; Angel blowing kisses to the camera and at (Y/N) ,who was fighting the urge to blush, before sending smirk at the spider followed by a playful middle finger. Husk was drinking his cheap booze, Niffty staring at the camera, and Alastor wasn't even facing the camera, and glitching slightly.
Vaggie smiled at the camera, "Welcome to the Hazbin Hot-" Suddenly, it was cut off to reveal a news story.
Vaggie and Angel both shouted in their native languages at the TV and the royal demons' eyes changed to their demon form eyes, both barring their teeth in anger.
"Breaking news in Hell today! We have just received word from the Heaven Embassy that the next extermination is happening sooner than ever before! Do you know what that means, Tom" asked the female reporter, turning to her co-host.
"What does that mean, Katie?" Tom asked with a head tilt.
"It means we are all royally fucked." Katie replied as the screen showed the clock changing the days to 176.
"Wait, what? Why" demanded Angel.
"Charlie...." (Y/N) turned towards his sister, "That'd be the kind of thing that's important for me to know before hand." "Sorry, got distracted by the commercial." Charlie sighed, placing her head in her hands in dismay.
*meanwhile*
A angelic hovercraft was scanning over the rummage of the remains of the extermination.
"We found the body, sir. They've never managed to kill one of us before. We should just go down there now and destroy them!" Lute hissed, her wings fluttering in anger.
"No,no. We can't risk them catching on. But don't worry, when we come back, there won't be a demon alive to pull a stunt like this again!" Adam yelled, smashing the projector, before smiling wickedly.
*With (Y/N)*
With a groan, the prince of Hell flopped back onto a couch. Bending over paperwork for hours on end, did nothing for his back.
Fuck, he was only 225, why did his back hurt so much?
(Y/N) sighed, closing his eyes as the little cat from earlier came over, and curled up on his arms, purring loudly.
"Hey, KeeKee. Hey pretty girl," he cooed, running his hands over the cat's soft fur.
"Ugh, my back." He groaned, feeling his muscles protest at the movement.
"Hey, sweetcheeks." A voice purred in his ear, making him lazily open his violet eye to peek at the spider who grinned widen seeing he had his attention.
"Mm, not now, Angel, my back his killing me."
"Oh, as much as I'd love to take you in position, big daddy, I was actually coming to offer another one of my services." Angel held up a bottle of oil. "Being bent over something for a long time can really be hard on the back. Lemme help?"
(Y/N) eyed the spider, looking for any of his usual antics, but found sincerity. "Okay, let's go to my office. I have a spare bed, for nights I don't feel like going to my room." He used his magic to transport himself and the spider, before lazily walking to the space bed.
Angel looked around the office, smiling softly at all the photos of the prince and his family. "Take your shirt off, and lay on your belly. Don't worry, I'll be careful with your wings." He waited patiently for (Y/N) to take his shirt off, smiling as he took in the view of the blond's body, clearly he took care of himself.
"No funny business." (Y/N) said, groaning softly at the pain in his back. "No funny business," agreed Angel before he straddled (Y/N)'s butt, causing him to blush slightly. "Um, what--" "I won't be able to properly massage you from the side. I swear, no funny business. Just wanted to help ya," Angel waited until (Y/N) nodded.
Angel poured the massage oil in his ungloved hands, all four, and warmed it up in his hands, before getting to work.
(Y/N) sighed softly, enjoying as the Italian spider worked out his sore muscles, being sure to include the demon's wings as well.
"Thanks, Angel."
"Qualunque costa per te, bambola."
(Y/N) smiled to himself, deciding to keep the fact that he knows every language in the world to himself as Angel hummed an old song from his childhood.
The two sat in silence as unaware as Charlie closed the door, smiling, letting the two be.
'They would be so cute.' she grinned to herself.
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Thin Ice (modern!HOTD series)
pairing: Aegon x Reader & Cregan Stark x Reader
summary: Aegon Targaryen is a hockey-playing, party-loving, self-centered player. You've sworn off guys like that. But fate intervenes and suddenly you're thrown into a partnership with him, a quid pro quo of sorts.
word count: 4.0k
warnings: 18+ series (language, mentions of sex, sex toys), college AU, hockey AU
note: here it is my loves! I can't wait to see what you think 😘
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Ch. 1: The Deal next chapter >
You swore to yourself you were done hooking up with athletes. You’re doing pretty well so far, a month into the fall semester, and still painfully celibate. And it wasn’t easy, especially when your toxic ex-friend with benefits kept blowing up your phone.
During your freshman year at King’s Landing University, you had a fling with Jason Lannister, a lacrosse-playing, business major who had you in tears more times than he ever managed to make you come. It was a very long semester.
The asshole still had the nerve to hit you up every now and then via text.
“Look at this,” you say, shoving your phone in Sara’s face.
The brunette glances up at you, stopping mid-bite of her panini, eyes widening at the messages. You’re sitting at your usual table for lunch at the north campus dining hall with Sara Snow and Helaena Targaryen, two of your best friends. It’s make your own panini day on Tuesdays, something Sara insists can never be missed.
“Block him,” she says swallowing, as you flip your phone upside down on the table.
Helaena nods her head, agreeing with Sara, not looking up from the biology notes she’s scrambling to complete before her class.
“He didn’t even add a question mark,” you continue, “I’m not even worth proper punctuation.”
Sara snickers at that, taking a sip from her drink as you lean forward, head in your hands. Helaena and Sara lock eyes as you do so, sharing a knowing look between them.
“He’s so annoying,” you groan, rubbing your temples.
“Who is?” Baela asks as she arrives, plopping into the seat to your right.
“Jay Lannister,” Sara tells her, and Baela glares at you.
“Do not fuck him,” Baela warns fire in her violet eyes, pointing her finger at you to emphasize her words.
Your mouth drops open in shock. She’s always calling you out, Baela can read you like a book.
“I’m not going to!” you tell her, but Baela shakes her head.
“You are a horny bitch,” Baela says, still pointing, “get a vibrator, get a dildo please-”
“Baela, oh my god we’re in public,” you tell her, moving to cover her mouth.
She swats your hand away.
“Do you think I care?” she says, smiling.
“You’re the worst and I hate you,” you tell her, “and I love you, please keep reality-checking me.”
“That’s a lot of feelings,” Sara comments.
“What do I do about Jason, seriously?” you ask once more.
“Block him!” is the unanimous response.
You sigh, but open your phone, deleting the text and blocking his contact. You hold the phone out to your friends, showing your dirty work.
“There? Happy?” you tell them.
“I am,” Baela says, and Sara and Helaena nod in agreement.
“You just need someone new to get under,” Sara comments, “and it’s the best time of year to do so.”
You blink at your best friend.
“I don’t follow.”
Sara sighs, as though you should know exactly what she’s talking about.
“Cuffing season?” she says, earning a blank stare.
Her eyes glance behind you, a smirk coming on her lips.
“And more importantly,” she says, head tilting to the side, tongue between her teeth, “hockey season.”
You turn in your seat, watching as the boys' hockey team enters the dining hall. Clearly, they’ve come from practice, all half-dressed, all freshly showered messes of men with shaggy hair framing their faces. They all sit together, like a pack of wolves, at the same table. Team bonding at its finest.
“Gods do I love a hockey flow,” Sara groans, biting her lip.
From October to April, the King’s Landing Knights own the ice. They own the entire college campus if you’re being completely honest. Most of the team lives together, throwing exclusive parties throughout the season at the so-called hockey house.
Sara hums in appreciation, watching as Jace Velaryon brushes some damp hair from his face, t-shirt riding up to expose his midriff. You can’t see her face, but you know Sara looks like she’s ready to sink her teeth into him. You know Jace from class, he’s a nice guy. Sara would be the death of him.
You turn back toward your friends.
“Is this why we came to north campus?” you ask and Sara shrugs.
“It’s an added bonus to panini day,” she tells you, earning a laugh from Helaena.
“I told you, I’m done with college athletes,” you tell them, “they’re all the same. No offense, Hel.”
You nod to Helaena who simply shrugs. Her brother Aegon plays hockey after all.
“No, you should speak your truth,” Helaena encourages.
Sara opens her mouth in shock, eyebrows knitting together as she brings a hand to her throat clutching imaginary pearls.
“Don’t talk about my Jacaerys that way!”
You laugh, nearly snorting your drink out through your nose.
“Your Jacaerys?” you ask through a laugh.
Though you suppose Jace should be exempt from the athlete slander.
“Well not mine yet, but soon,” she tells you, causing Helaena to raise an eyebrow.
“You’re going to bang my cousin?” Hel asks and Sara shrugs.
“It’s not my fault your entire family tree goes here,” Sara argues, causing Helaena to laugh.
“They've got a game this week. Come with me!” Sara begs, taking your hand in hers, “We’ll score invites to the afterparty at the hockey house!”
You tilt your head at Sara giving her an incredulous look, before turning to Baela and Helaena.
“It’s like she’s tuning me out on purpose,” you tell them, eliciting laughter.
“I am,” Sara agrees, “you need to get laid. Hard. Bed and bred, if you will.”
You choke on your drink again. A group of your peers at a nearby table glance in your direction and you’re sure they’ve heard Sara.
“Bred!?”
“Chill, you’re on birth control!”
“Not everyone has a breeding kink, Sara!”
“Don’t you kink shame me in this sacred dining hall-”
As soon as the words leave Sara’s lips, Rhaena arrives at the table, backpack slung over her shoulders, eyebrows knitting together.
“What did I just walk into?” she asks.
You turn in your seat, grabbing her hand.
“Save yourself,” you tell her dramatically, “it’s too late for us but there’s still hope for you.”
“Why are we talking about kink shaming at lunch?” Rhaena asks, sitting down.
Sara leans forward as though sharing a secret.
“Because I should be the one shaming our dear nerdy love here for not exploring her own,” Sara informs her, “Y/N doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”
“I don’t need to get laid,” you inform them, pointing at Baela, “as Bae said, I am simply going to use my vibrator more often.”
“You need a human dick,” Sara scolds, “or else you’ll be fantasizing about Jason the whole time you buzz buzz.”
Your friends know you too well.
“I can’t even fantasize?” you ask pouting.
“I literally can’t with you,” Baela says, rolling her eyes, “Jason is a douche.”
“He once made you throw up from crying so hard,” Sara scolds, trying to bring you back to reality.
“He made you pay for takeout and didn’t order you any,” Helaena adds.
“He told you his-”
“Okay! Okay, I get it!” you tell them.
You know they’re right. But Jason is the friends-with-benefits situation you feel like you can’t let go of. Even though he was such an asshole to you.
“But if I’m getting a guy, I want someone sweet, someone nice, and loyal,” you tell your friends, setting some ground rules.
“You’re describing a dog,” Baela tells you, but Sara nods in agreement with you.
She bites her lip in encouragement. The conversation is going in her favor.
“Someone who can dick you down, degrade you a little, explore some hidden parts of your sexual psyche,” she adds, wiggling her fingers.
“Someone-”
“Someone like him,” Rhaena says, nodding back toward the hockey players.
You all turn, watching as someone joins the team. Your eyes widen watching him strut over to where the rest of his teammates sit. He’s big, totally jacked, with shaggy brown hair that matches the color of his closely shaved beard, despite a small patch that appears more auburn than brown.
His eyes are warm, the color of melted chocolate. He grins wolfishly taking his seat. Even though he’s wearing sweats you can tell his thighs are massive, matching the bulging biceps on display as he stretches. You let your eyes wander to another bulge you’re interested in, thoughts turning to mush in your head.
“Yeah,” you say, watching as he sits with the rest of the team.
“You know why his beard is like that, right?” Sara asks, eyes sparkling.
“Huh?”
“From eating too much pussy.”
“Sara!”
“What?”
“That’s Cregan Stark,” Baela answers the unspoken question in the room.
Sara claps her hands excitedly.
“I know him, I saw his name on the online roster,” Sara says, “he’s 6’3, plays goalie, loves dogs-”
“You’ve been studying the hockey roster?” Rhaena asks, laughing.
Sara nods enthusiastically.
“He’s a political science major,” Baela adds, “Cregan’s nice, I’ve had a couple of classes with him. Cool dude. Used to date Aly but I heard they broke up.”
“Which one?” you ask for clarification.
“Aly with a Y, not Ali with an I,” Baela adds, making the clarification between Alysanne Blackwood and Aliandra Martell.
“This is it,” Sara tells you, her face serious, “he’s the one.”
You look at Cregan again and watch him laugh as Jace says something. You find yourself smiling watching them talk, watching Cregan’s smile light up his whole face.
“And look! They’re besties too, it's perfect,” Sara says, gasping and making a pouty face.
“When is the game?” you ask, and Sara cheers.
“I’ll find out the details,” she says, smiling.
It’s a Tuesday, and you only have one afternoon class, thank the gods. Philosophy. Not the worst, not one of your all-time favorites. Luckily, being one of Helaena’s best friends meant access to her brother’s study guides. Aemond was seriously a philosophical genius.
You have no friends in this elective, so you sit toward the front and try not to doze off as your professor drones on about Kant and Decarte. Your phone buzzes on your desk and you glance at the text that appears.
“I have your papers from last week,” your professor says, holding a stack of papers in the air, “some of you impressed me,” he says beginning to hand them out, “others may need to stop by the academic resource center.”
Professor Orwylle stops in front of you placing your paper face down before smiling.
“Well done,” he murmurs, continuing around the room.
You turn the paper over revealing your perfect score. A shiver of pride rolls through you. Academic validation always feels so good.
“Fuck,” a deep voice says, causing you to turn.
Aegon Targaryen sits a few rows behind you, looking very displeased with the grade on his paper. You didn’t realize Aegon was in this class, though it's rather large to be fair, not your fault for not noticing him.
You have only spoken to Aegon a handful of times. Being friends with his sister and acquaintances with his brother, you’d bumped into him once or twice. He’s the eldest of his siblings, though they have an older half-sister they don’t really talk to.
Aegon is slumped in his seat, silver hair pushed off of his face. He looks like he just rolled out of bed, dressed in a clean white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His eyes have dark circles underneath them, and two earrings dangle from his left earlobe.
He’s heartbreakingly handsome, truly the definition of a pretty boy with those pouty lips, dead violet eyes, and cherubic face. But he’s not your type. He’s a heartbreaker too, so you’ve heard, with a solid rotation of gorgeous girls on his arm.
Aegon Targaryen is a player.
Aegon Targaryen is a party boy.
Aegon Targaryen is an asshole. And you’ve sworn off guys like that.
“What’s good bro?” you hear Arryx Cargyll ask him as you turn back to face the front.
“This class is a fucking nightmare,” Aegon groans.
“I did alright,” Arryx tells him, smiling.
“Fuck you,” Aegon tells his friend, “why did I choose this elective.”
“Can’t your grandfather just donate more money? Get you out of it?” Arryx asks him, shoving his papers into his backpack.
“Yeah that’s not going to happen,” Aegon says shaking his head.
While Aemond and Helaena had no trouble getting into university, Aegon’s transcripts weren’t the best. He had a rough time during his teen years, in and out of programs. The only consistency was hockey, truly the only reason Aegon attended school at all. Even now. His grandfather spent a fortune donating to the school, funding the restoration of the library to have Aegon accepted.
“Don’t forget, the midterm exam is only 2 weeks away, if you haven’t started studying, you’re already behind,” your professor tells you, dismissing the class.
You gather your things, eager to leave the classroom. You text Sara as you leave the room, as Aegon remains seated.
“Mr. Targaryen,” Professor Orwylle says, beckoning him forward.
Aegon stands and makes his way toward the desk.
“I assume your wish is not to fail my class,” he asks as Aegon taps his foot nervously.
“Coach has already threatened to bench me,” Aegon tells him, “I need a good grade on this midterm or it’s fucking over for me-shit sorry- just over.”
Professor Orwyelle smiles tightly at him, a pitying look in his eye. Aegon’s had a lot of stress from home, he knows how hard this semester has been on him.
“Tell you what,” Orwylle says, “I suggest you reach out to one of your classmates, see if anyone can help you study, maybe do some tutoring. We can meet during my office hours, but I think you’ll need some additional support.”
Aegon nods, running a hand through his platinum hair.
“My brother took this class,” Aegon tells Orwyelle, who smiles remembering him, “he’ll have to help me.”
“I’m not helping you,” Aemond says, his voice soft, but firm in the library.
Aegon groans, earning several glares from nearby students trying to study. He drops into the seat across from Aemond.
“You’re a twat,” he whispers to his younger brother, “Aem, please, don’t make me beg.”
Aemond closes the book he’s reading, a massive historical textbook, before rubbing the scarred tissue above his eyebrow. Aegon watches him wince, unsure if Aemond’s eye is paining him or simply Aegon’s presence. The injury happened years ago that caused Aemond to lose his eye, their cousin is still in juvenile detention due to the incident.
“I can’t help you,” he tells Aegon, “I gave away all my study materials already.”
Aegon’s eyebrows furrow.
“To who?”
“One of Helaena’s friends.”
“Baela?”
“No.”
“Rhaena?”
“Nope.”
Helaena has so many friends they’re all blurring together. For an introverted STEM student, she’s quite popular.
“Who then?”
Aemond sighs at Aegon’s pestering, rubbing his eyes.
“Y/N,” he tells Aegon.
Aegon pauses for a moment, frowning. All the faces that Helaena surrounds herself with flash in his mind but he struggles to match a face to the name.
“Which one is that?”
Aemond glares at him.
“Aegon-”
“What? Helaena has a lot of friends,” Aegon argues.
“She came on the ski trip last year,” Aemond reminds him.
Oh.
He did remember you. The annual Targaryen family ski trip, Hel brought you along as her plus-one. Aegon remembered you in a skimpy little bathing suit at the ski lodge spending most of the day cooped up in the hot tub reading a book than actually skiing. Helaena had nearly plucked Aegon’s eyes from his skull. Cruel of her really, to bring along a hot friend and then demand Aegon leave her be.
“I know her,” Aegon says, “I didn’t realize she’s in my class.”
“You’re very unobservant,” Aemond comments, beginning to pack his things, “don’t bother her, she’s a nice girl.”
Aegon frowns, motioning to himself.
“And I’m not a nice guy?”
“Aegon.”
“I just need help with studying,” Aegon promises, “that’s all. Seriously, I cannot get benched this season. I can’t ask for another bailout.”
Aemond watches him closely.
“Helaena will kill you if you mess with one of her friends,” Aemond warns him.
“I know,” Aegon agrees, “it’s just for studying, I swear.”
He motions across his chest, crossing his heart. Aemond stares and raises an eyebrow at him. Nothing with Aegon is ever that simple.
“Hel is at the registrar’s office,” Aemond tells him, “if you want to ask her for Y/N’s number.”
Aegon clasps his hands together in appreciation.
“You’re a good brother,” he tells Aemond, standing.
“Mhmm,” Aemond says, going back to his work.
Aegon hurries across campus, luckily the registrar's office isn’t too far. He bumps into his sister as she’s leaving, frowning at her new schedule.
She looks up, noticing Aegon.
“I can’t switch to Medieval Archeology,” Helaena complains to her brother, “there’s a waitlist. Now I’m stuck in the History of Valyria. As if Dad didn’t quiz us incessantly as kids on our own culture.”
“I need a favor,” Aegon says following as Helaena walks down the hallway.
“Don’t you always?” she grumbles, taking out her phone.
“I need your friend Y/N’s number,” he says and Helaena freezes.
“Stupid question Egg,” she tells him, quirking an eyebrow, “No, I’m not giving you her number.”
“Please, I just-”
“Aegon,” Helaena says sharply, “Cassandra Baratheon doesn’t even speak to me anymore.”
Aegon winces dramatically.
“That was years ago,” he argues as Helaena refers to her high school best friend.
“My friends are off limits,” she tells him, “capiche?”
“I just need some study-”
“CAPICHE?” Helaena says, louder this time, with more authority in her normally soft voice.
“ALRIGHT!” Aegon says sighing, “I get it, seriously. I just need a tutor. That’s it.”
Helaena narrows her eyes.
“Fine. But I’m not giving you her number. You’re not getting easy access,” she says getting out her phone, “I’ll text her.”
Aegon sighs.
“Thank you,” he says and Helaena hums in response, sounding an awful lot like Aemond.
She says nothing as she texts and Aegon tries to peek over her shoulder causing her to glare at him. He reaches to turn her phone and she slaps his hand away.
“She’s on the quad,” Hel tells him.
“Perfect, you’re a lifesaver Hel,” he says before leaving.
You sigh dramatically as Helaena leaves you on read. You tilt your head back looking up toward the sky enjoying the feeling of the cool fall air on your face. The sun is still warm, it's early October and summer is just starting to truly slip away. You’re still basking in the sun when Aegon Targaryen sits down in front of you.
“What do you want, Aegon?” you ask, already annoyed by his presence.
He leans forward, smiling, cradling his chin in his palms. He bats his lashes at you, looking ever so innocent. You raise an eyebrow at him.
“The pleasure of your company,” he teases.
“Mhmm,” you answer, looking at him.
“I need a tutor,” he tells you, “I’m failing philosophy, and if I fail this semester I’ll be benched for the rest of the season”
Of course, it all comes back to hockey for Aegon.
“Why don’t you ask Aemond to tutor you?”
“He said no,” Aegon tells you, “I figured you’d be more open to my begging.”
Your cheeks turn red.
“Well you thought wrong,” you tell him, “I don’t have time for tutoring this semester.”
“C’mon, I know you tutored last semester,” he tells you, pouting, “And midterms are coming up! What’s more important than sharing your knowledge with those less fortunate?”
Getting dicked down by Cregan Stark, you think to yourself but bite your tongue.
Aegon’s brows knit together, noticing the blush on your cheeks, the pause in your train of thought.
“There has to be something I can do,” he says, “something I can help you with, tell me.”
“There’s nothing,” you insist, shaking your head.
“Come on, don’t be shy,” Aegon says again, “Tell me, what’s a guy got to do to earn your help?”
Sara would kill me if I waste this opportunity.
“Okay,” you say with a sigh, “I want invites to the party at the hockey house on Friday. Guaranteed entrance.”
Aegon raises a brow.
“Tutor girl has a thing for hockey guys now, huh?”
The blush on your cheeks darkens. Aegon smirks, giving you a once-over.
“You know Jace, why don’t you ask him to hook you up?”
“We’re not close.”
Aegon’s eyes narrow.
“Who do you have your eye on?” he asks, curiously.
“No one,” you lie to him, and he sighs, leaning back in his chair.
“Can’t help you if you’re not honest with me, sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me that,” you insist, “and I just want the invite.”
“C’mon give me a hint,” Aegon says, relentlessly, “What’s your type? What position, forward? Center? Left-wing? Goalie?”
Your treacherous body gives you away, breath-catching as he says the word and your lower lip gets caught between your teeth. Aegon grins triumphantly.
“Goooalie,” he says, elongating the word.
He releases a boyish giggle as you turn red. He’s enjoying this too fucking much.
“Cregan Stark, huh?” Aegon chuckles, “Never took you for a puck bunny.”
You glare at him, snapping your book closed.
“Are you going to help me, or should I direct you toward the academic resource center?” you snap, feeling all too embarrassed for even admitting to Aegon you have a crush on Cregan.
“Relax, bunny,” he teases, holding his hands up in surrender, “I’ll help you.”
He holds a hand out toward you. You glance at his outstretched hand, at the silver rings on his thumb and index finger. Aegon wiggles his fingers at you, expectantly. You raise an eyebrow at him and he sighs.
“You want to fuck Stark or not?” Aegon asks, causing your eyes to widen, “cause he’s an enigma, you’ll need my help.”
“Enigma,” you say pursing your lips, “that’s a big word for you, Aegon.”
“Not the only thing that’s big,” Aegon answers, like it’s a preprogrammed response.
Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline and you give him a disapproving glare.
“Sorry,” Aegon chuckles, “force of habit.”
“This alliance is time-limited,” you tell him, firmly setting a boundary, “I help you pass, you help me talk to Cregan.”
Aegon’s eyebrows raise, an amused smile on his face. You feel as though you’re selling your soul to the devil himself, the way he’s impishly grinning at you.
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” he tells you.
You reach across the table, extending your hand for him to shake. With a smirk, Aegon takes your hand in his, the cool metal from his rings pressing against your fingers in juxtaposition to the warmth of his rough palm. A shiver rolls down your spine as he squeezes your hand.
“It’s a deal.”
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It's Nothing, I'm Sure. (Johnshi Short)
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"Kenshi, come on! We can't run from this forever!" The rain pelts Johnny's face as he pushes through thick brush to keep up with the swordman's brooding. The dark, gray sky furls in anger, lashing out in fits of lightning and thunder. Johnny loses his footing, dropping to his knees into the slippery mud. He groans in frustration as he struggles to regain his balance.
"No one is running, Cage. You just don't take no for an answer." Kenshi grits behind him as he makes his way toward the bathhouse, trying to completely disregard the actor's attempts to talk. Couldn't he take the hint that it would be better to just bury the other night into their memory? Just chalk it up to two grown, horny men letting off steam during a time of stress?
"Bullshit!" Johnny tackles Kenshi to the ground, ruining his clean clothes and fresh towel. Kenshi whips back and pushes Johnny, causing him to slide backward into the trunk of a tree. Irritated that he'll have to walk all the way back in the rain to replace his ruined supplies, Kenshi grumbles as he hastily picks up his things.
"Honestly Johnny, nobody wants to put up with a brat." Kenshi makes to walk away again but is yanked back into a headlock looking up at Johnny's face.
"Let me go, Cage!" Kenshi struggles against his hold, but the actor's knees under his back makes it very hard to break his grip.
"No! You don't get to tell me I can't take no for an answer. Not when you begged me last night. You pleaded with me to have that moment. Now you're acting like nothing happened!" Kenshi cracks Johnny in the face, thinking the hit would startle him enough to let him go. But Johnny growls, and tightens his hold around Kenshi's neck.
"Fine, Cage. So much for me trying to save your little feelings. I'm acting like nothing happened because to me it was nothing. I was having a craving, I needed it sated. I scratched your back and you scratched mine. Now you're getting pissy with me like a little bitch because my back doesn't itch anymore." Kenshi swings again, missing Johnny but able to swing himself out of his grasp.
Once able to stand, Kenshi sees the hurt look painted on Johnny's face and it makes his stomach drop. He quickly walks away, deciding to abandon the soiled cloth. He just needs to get away from Johnny. Kenshi can't push away the cut-up feeling boiling in his stomach. He does not have time for this. The plan was to befriend the actor and take the sword. For his honor, his ancestors, and his clan. Now, he had actually fallen for the thief standing in the way of his family's freedom, and he felt bad about cutting it off.
By the time Kenshi gathers new clothes and a towel, Johnny is nowhere to be seen. He adamantly ignores the pang of worry rushing through him. Their shared room is still empty when he comes back from bathing too, but he definitely wasn't biting his fingernails waiting for the man or anything. That would be delusional, which Kenshi was not.
Johnny and Kenshi had their spat in the morning, and it wasn't until nightfall after Kenshi had fallen asleep that Johnny made his way back to their room. Kenshi is awake from the click of the door, but is startled by something long and heavy plopping down next to him on the side of the bed.
Kenshi grazes his hand over the hilt of the sword and he knows. It's Sento, lying on his other side. He tilts his head up at Johnny, taking in the coldness in his puffy eyes.
“What are you-“
"I don't want to deal with you anymore, so here it is." Johnny says abruptly, "I know you'll only track me for it so I'm just gonna save you the trouble and cough it up." He turns on his heel, grabbing a pillow and blanket while swiftly making his way out of the door.
I don’t want to deal with you anymore.
It knocks the air out of him. So much so that he can’t call after Johnny like he wants to. Or find the strength in his legs to rush after him.
Kenshi should be happy. He has a space to himself for the night. He's got his ancestral weapon back where it rightfully belongs. He should be jumping up and down, rejoicing at the thought of finally completing his lifelong goal. Instead, it feels like Johnny stabbed him in the chest with the sword as opposed to relinquishing it to him. It felt oddly empty in the room the more he sat there without his friend's snoring filling it. Guilt and anger swirls in Kenshi's stomach until he can't contain it anymore. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling or the shaking of his shoulders. He can't hide from the feeling of betrayal that consumes him.
He did the right thing, didn't he? He couldn't pull Johnny into his family issues or even his family. He doesn't even know if his ancestors like Johnny, let alone accept whatever they were. Now, sitting inside a room that was once so full of life, he can't tell who should be accepting who.
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Rating: Explicit (E)
Word Count: 7K
Notable Tags: Established Relationship, Daddy Kink, Light Dom/Sub, Surprise Roleplay, Crossdressing, Feminization (!!!!), Age Difference, Breeding Kink, Butt Plugs/Sex Toys, Manhandling, Rough Sex, Breeding Kink (!!!!!!), Anal Sex, Overstimulation, Breathplay, Dirty Talk, Pregnancy Kink (!!!!)
A/N: Y'all...😮💨 This shit is wild. I'm so horny for these two and for this specific kink, it's craaaaaaazy. How have we never indulged in Senator and Breeding Kink?? This might be my favorite thing I've ever written for them and I can't wait to hear what you think. This fic is entirely dedicated to @vilkasdaina since she was the one that requested it. Extra lub to @the-iceni-bitch and @maddiewritesstucky for hyping me up when I needed it most. I hope you enjoy. 🧡 Read here on Ao3.
Bucky thought his hands were trembling as he was cutting up carrots and potatoes, steaming Steve’s dress shirts, and fluffing the pillows on his bed, but that’s nothing compared to the tremor of them when he hears the senator opening the door to his apartment.
The shake of his fingers as he tied the frilly white apron around his waist, his waist while wearing a dress, is a very close second though.
Bucky has but a second to consider how long he’s been thinking of this moment, how long it’s been brewing in his mind. He’s spent months planning this daydream out, from hyping himself up into going to the extreme, to ensuring that this was the perfect Friday to execute his plan.
Every single thing is perfect so far: how easy it was to get into Steve’s apartment, how unrushed he felt throughout the chore list, how delectable both dinner (pot roast) and dessert (red velvet cake) look and smell. Even the dress he borrowed from Wanda fit him perfectly, black and cinched at the waist and low-cut.
“I hate you. You look better in this dress than I do. How is that possible?”
She even believed him when he said it was for some Halloween party on campus. He couldn’t bring himself to buy a new pair of heels but he is wearing stockings underneath this dress, one on each leg, and that will just have to do.
Every single aspect of the night has worked out flawlessly and yet here Bucky is about to faint wondering what Steve’s reaction is going to be. He has to like it. Right? Bucky’s been taking hints all the way back from when they were merely boss and employee, comments about coming home to a warm meal and wishing he had someone to come home to and to take care of him, how his ma would do the same for his father before he passed away.
Steve is a man who wants to be taken care of, pampered.
And Bucky is just delusional enough to provide that for him, even if it is but for a night. There’s no option left but to follow through and do it well.
He’s pulling the roast out of the oven with shaky hands when Steve walks into the kitchen.
“Hi honey,” Bucky purrs, surprised at his own sultry tone, the false confidence it’s laced with. “I hope you’re hungry.”
The look Steve gives him from the doorway of his kitchen floods Bucky’s mind and body with almost too many emotions. The senator is hungry indeed, eyes blazing as he takes in the situation before him, no doubt Bucky’s attire. Surprise is evident on his face, as is confusion.
Bucky places the roast onto the stovetop, checks the temperature of it to ensure its doneness, turns back towards Steve.
Steve looks at him, unmoving and critical. Bucky anticipated this moment, this moment where Steve plays along or calls it off. He gives him a moment to take everything in, to make decisions for himself on whether or not Bucky has gone too far or if he wants to continue. Bucky can almost hear his questions from here, can hear that brilliant mind working overtime.
Steve is rarely caught off guard and Bucky can already feel himself growing addicted to making this a frequent occurrence.
One thing is for certain— Steve looks like a housewife’s wet dream. It feels like he takes up every extra inch of space in this kitchen, both with his physical presence and dominating air. A charcoal-colored suit, a crisp white dress shirt, a tasteful tie; Bucky wants to unwrap him button by button. His suit is perfectly rumpled, his hair windswept, his cheeks flushed. He looks like he needs to be taken care of and something deep deep within Bucky reacts.
He ignores it mostly, but capitalizes on the opportunity in front of him.
He makes his way across the kitchen towards the older man on shaky feet, stops when he is toe to toe with him. The way Steve looks at him is unnerving, predatory. He’s in Bucky’s head already, is affecting him physically too. He feels himself stir between his legs, his dick filling out under the silk of the women’s panties he’s wearing. The excitement is almost too much to contain, his body interpreting it as sexual excitement.
It probably is.
He indulges in his urges and clenches down around the plug buried in his ass.
It’s definitely sexual excitement.
He reaches forward on his tippy-toes, places a kiss onto Steve’s bearded cheek. When he pulls back Steve continues to fill the air with silence. Bucky chooses to reach for Steve’s shoulder bag, taking it from his body and placing it in its designated spot on its hook a few steps away. His heart hammers against his chest when he makes his way back towards Steve.
It batters overtime against his ribcage when the senator startles him with a burly arm wrapped tightly around his waist, with a tug and a squeeze that results in his entire front being pressed deliciously to the older man’s own.
“Smells delicious,” he purrs against Bucky’s mouth, hand quickly wandering down to his ass draped in silky material. Bucky’s heart soars elatedly, his mouth parting to make way for his breathing picking up. When Steve’s big fingers dig into the meat of his ass, kneading, Bucky can’t help but gasp. He feels smaller like this, in this roleplay and dressed more femininely. He’s tempted to drop to his knees right here and call the whole thing off to suck Steve off, but he worked too hard for this. He has to stay focused.
He lets himself gasp again, this time in more of a shocked manner, pushes at Steve’s chest as he turns his cheek away from Steve’s mouth.
“No sir, not in the kitchen and not after I’ve worked so hard on dinner,” he breathily tells him, voice full of fake scandal before he turns his attention back towards the stove. As with every other moment spent with the senator, he fails to remember and anticipate just how intoxicating the man’s physical presence and pushiness is. He takes a few deep breaths as he pulls a rocks glass out of the cabinet and makes his way to Steve’s liquor selection.
“Did you have a good day?” Bucky asks lightly, working to pour a generous amount of scotch into the glass he retrieves. He moves towards the fridge, grabs a sphere of ice specific for drinking liquor. It’s quite fancy if you ask Bucky, but he wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he found them in Steve’s freezer.
“It was…” Steve starts, saddling up to the kitchen island. “It was a lot actually. I wasn’t sure it was going to end.”
Bucky’s chest pulls tight. He brings Steve his glass, places it in his hand before turning his attention back to dinner.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Midterms are such a stressful time, understandably so. You have nothing to worry about, you know this.”
The reassurance flows from Bucky easily and with purpose and honesty. He knows how stressed Steve has been over the past few weeks and he knows that stress will only compress and grow as they get closer and closer to election day. This is the main reason Bucky chose this time to follow through with his plan.
Steve sighs heavily once Bucky has spoken, a tiny thrill running through him when Steve immediately takes a drink from his glass. He could get addicted to this.
“I do know this. There’s just both some uncertainty and some big changes that this election could bring. Some pretty important states have been putting in the work. It could be big. Texas with a Democratic governor? Can you imagine?”
Bucky hums, plating up the roast, potatoes, and carrots rather artfully on two of Steve’s dinner plates. He doesn’t have enough time in the world nor the focus at the current moment to dwell on and analyze the reasoning behind how easy this interaction feels. There’s no awkwardness, no unpleasant tension. It’s as natural as any other interaction they have when he’s in Steve’s apartment. Except this time, he’s wearing a dress and has spent the day cleaning Steve’s apartment and not eating greasy pizza in his underwear on Steve’s couch.
“Honestly, no. But there’s hope with Beto. His campaign is one that should be studied and used as an example for all future candidates, governor or not.”
He gracefully makes his way to the dining table, two plates in hand, Steve following him curiously and slowly. He had set the table just a few minutes before Steve arrived home from work and Steve seems impressed, a raise of his eyebrows once he sees the lit candles. When Bucky goes to make his way back to the kitchen, Steve stands in his way. He doesn’t move. Bucky knows then that small talk and mindless conversation are over.
When he tips his chin to look up at Steve, he can almost taste the scotch on the older man’s breath. His dick comes back to life, twitching in his panties. The senator’s eyes dance as he drinks in Bucky’s face, his appearance. Bucky goes almost cross-eyed when a hand casually rises to cup the side of Bucky’s neck, Steve stepping forward, closing what is left of the gap between them.
“You tryin’ to romance me, sugar?” he inquires softly, voice but a gruff whisper. Bucky wants to kiss him, wants to melt even further into the older man’s dominant embrace, his chest, his body.
Get it together.
“You deserve it,” Bucky dutifully responds with, almost positive Steve can feel his erection against his body. Steve’s own is dizzyingly heavy against Bucky’s belly. He immediately wishes the plug buried between his cheeks were replaced with that cock. He forces himself to reel in his kiss, placing a dreadfully chaste one on the senator’s lips before slipping around him and into the kitchen.
“Go ahead and sit down. Everything is ready.”
Bucky isn’t sure how he’ll make it through dinner. Especially with the other plans he has in mind; he won’t survive those .
When he turns back to the table, Steve has seated himself and made himself comfortable, having taken off his suit jacket and placed it on the back of his chair. Bucky suppresses the urge to moan when Steve takes the time to unbutton his cuffs and rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up his forearms. He could get off to that and that alone on repeat, he swears.
Bucky reaches behind himself and unties his apron, also drapes that across the back of his chair. Bucky can only describe the look Steve gives him as predatory. It devours him, feels like a physical touch that has his breath hitching in his chest.
Fucking hell.
“Is that a new dress?”
The question feels as if Steve’s stroking him off.
Bucky nods his head as he takes a seat in his chair.
“It is, I was…was hoping you’d notice. Do you like it?”
The last part slips out of Bucky’s mouth before he can contain it. He shouldn’t have to desperately seek out Steve’s approval, no matter how flustered he may be. The senator would reprimand him for this line of thinking, for Bucky not communicating with him, but…he’s working on it.
He regrets his question up to the point where Steve reaches beneath the table and openly adjusts his erection.
“I think you look fucking divine.”
“Oh.”
Bucky is sure his blush creeps down his neck.
“I think that if you didn’t work so hard on this dinner, I’d toss you on this table and eat you for supper.”
“Steve.”
“Honey, my dick is so—”
“Steven,” Bucky damn near begs, overwhelmed by the senator’s words and the plug he’s wearing and his dick wrapped in satin. “This is not appropriate dinner talk. Watch your mouth. Please .”
He thinks it’s what a housewife would say. Surely a housewife wouldn’t let her husband talk about fucking her at dinner. And that’s what Bucky is tonight, a housewife. He’s playing a role tonight.
He takes a deep breath before continuing, grounding himself by placing his palms flat on the table. After a few seconds he looks up and over at the senator to find him already devouring him, his eyes roving over Bucky’s nearly nude chest. His nipples harden in an instant, pebbling up at the attention. It is more than distracting.
Without another word yet still communicating his desires by eye fucking Bucky into oblivion, Steve picks up his fork and knife and digs in.
Thank God.
Bucky shouldn’t be startled by the moan Steve lets out, but he is. It’s dripping in eroticism, it’s guttural, it’s pleasure. It’s food, he has to remind himself as he watches Steve savor his bite on his tongue. Bucky shoves his own bite into his mouth, first one and then another, just so he has something to do with his mouth other than beg for the senator’s cock.
“Buck, honey,” Steve moans, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them to work another bite onto his fork. “This is incredible. You made this?”
The pleasure brought on by the senator’s compliments is unmatched. Bucky feels as if time slows, as if his head fills with wisp after wisp of cotton candy sweetness. He’s finding it infinitely more difficult to stay focused, but he nods his head.
“Mhmm,” he murmurs, swallowing his own bite before reaching for his wine glass. “Started it this morning.”
Bucky doesn’t miss the twinkle in Steve’s eye at the subtle confirmation that Bucky has indeed been in the senator’s apartment all damn day. He knows it, Bucky sees this, but he blessedly plays along, Bucky’s dick hard for this roleplay and this banter.
“How have you spent your day, sweetheart? What’d you do while Daddy was away at work?”
Bucky barely manages to swallow his bite of carrots.
“Umm, I…well, I did the laundry and steamed your shirts, made the bed. I vacuumed and tidied up around the house. I went to the store and got the things I needed for dinner and dessert. I—”
“Bucky.”
Bucky immediately feels like he’s done something wrong.
“Y-yes?”
“If you tell me you made red velvet cake for dessert I’ll—”
“Of course I made red velvet cake for dessert.”
“— marry you right here.”
Bucky’s cheeks burn bright red as he looks down at his plate to push a few pieces of potatoes around. He snatches up the opportunity to solidify what it is they’re doing here, what Bucky hopes Steve is understanding in full.
“Don’t be ridiculous— we’re already married.”
When his eyes meet Steve’s, he’s almost certain he’s going to reach across the table and snatch Bucky up to sit him on his cock. There have been few times in their relationship where Steve has looked so furiously hungry, where Bucky can see his purely sexual thoughts written all over his features. His eyes burn like fire, his breathing is damn near ragged. His neck is even flushed.
Bucky needs to add Steve’s reaction to him saying they’re married to the list of things to analyze later.
They share a heady look with one other, the two of them visibly trembling with their need to break character but to also keep moving forward with the hottest thing they’ve ever embarked on together. Steve is the first to break the tense silence.
“You spent all day taking care of me? Taking care of our home?”
Bucky mindlessly takes another bite of the roast on his plate. It melts on his tongue. He did do a good job.
“Of course I did; that’s what I’m supposed to do. You work hard every day and deserve to have everything you want at home. You deserve to be taken care of, Daddy.”
A noise deep in Steve’s chest reaches Bucky’s ears at the same time Steve’s fork lands loudly on his plate.
“Bucky. Fuck, I need—”
He reaches forward, grasping up Bucky’s chin and pulling. His own fork lands as loudly as Steve’s did on his plate. He tries hard to shake his jaw free of the senator’s grip. Hell will freeze over before he doesn’t follow through with every aspect of his roleplay, no matter how desperate he is, no matter how thick with arousal his brain is.
“No! Steve, no. Not at dinner, not here. This wasn’t…this wasn’t the plan.”
“Fuck this plan, Bucky. You’re killin’ me, baby. Just—” Steve tries, voice rough as he litters Bucky’s cheeks, his jaw, with wet kisses. Bucky whines.
“Steve, no.”
It’s more the word no than his tone that does it, his whine morphing into something stern, strong enough to force the senator to pull his head back with a groan. His temple presses against Bucky’s own. His chest heaves as he collects himself. One more part of this roleplay is important to Bucky, one more part. He needs to follow through with it and he needs to make it quick. The senator doesn’t wait for anyone and Bucky knows he’s used his one chance to reel him back in.
Steve pulls his head back to run his nose along Bucky’s hairline, the move making Bucky feel like prey, yet somehow intensely comforting. He waits a moment before speaking again.
“You’re showin’ me so much fuckin’ skin, Buck.”
“I know, it’s…it’s a lot.”
A hand curls around Bucky’s knee under the table, fingers toying with the hem of his dress and the lacy top of his stocking.
“No— it’s perfect.”
He presses a kiss to Bucky’s cheek before he can respond, clearing his throat and adjusting himself. Bucky attempts to pull himself together as well, crossing his legs and reaching for his wine glass before taking a sip and reaching for his fork. His hand still shakes but there’s nothing he can do about that, he’s decided. He clenches desperately around his plug, a shiver running up his spine in impatient anticipation.
“So you spent your day tidying up, doing some chores?” Steve asks, making a valiant attempt at trying to steer the two of them back towards the direction that Bucky has requested.
“Mhmm, but that’s boring. Tell me more about your day. What’s been on your plate lately? It’s such an exciting time.”
Steve does just that, sharing with him his back-to-back meetings and appearances. Of course Bucky is aware of most of the things that fill the senator’s days, Bucky himself being a part of some of these meetings and events. But it’s been so long since the two of them have actually sat down to talk about their day. They don’t tend to do that, Bucky reminds himself. Bucky finds out what Steve’s up to outside of meetings he’s a part of through trying to figure out when to squeeze in a quickie.
So, it’s nice to hear Steve discuss what he’s involved with, what’s on his mind and how he is feeling. It’s wildly domestic and Bucky’s dick doesn’t soften in the slightest.
Bucky has a lot to think about once this night comes to a close.
When Steve is done sharing, they fall into an easy silence. They’ve taken their time eating their meal, sipping on their drinks. It’s easy and blissful and Bucky is relaxed…until he realizes this is the perfect and silent opportunity to move onto the last part of his surprise and to finally get Steve’s hands on his body.
His heart kicks up into his chest.
With one last sip of his red wine and placing his fork on his empty plate, he clears his throat.
“So, I’ve been thinking, honey” he starts, his elbows falling to the table, his fingertips grazing his collarbones. His voice is gentle, but there’s an obvious tremor to it, one that isn’t lost on Steve. Somewhere deep, Bucky digs up confidence, pulls forth a coquettish demeanor. Steve’s tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip as he finishes his last bite, mirroring Bucky’s body language and leaning forward onto the table as well.
Fuck, it’s risky. This is the most daring part of his planned roleplay. Is this something the senator will enjoy? He finds it difficult to find his voice as Steve’s eyes rove over his chest once more, as if Bucky has tits . It’s so brazen it makes his dick twitch.
“You were thinkin’ about what, sugar?” Steve pushes after Bucky doesn’t finish his sentence right away.
Bucky audibly swallows.
“I stopped taking my pills,” Bucky whispers, throwing caution to the wind. “I’m ready to try for a baby. I think it’s the perfect time to and I know I—”
The response is immediate.
Strong and hungry hands reach across the table for his nape, his waist, as he’s hauled from his chair and onto the top of thick thighs, directly into Steve’s lap. He doesn’t have time to appreciate the strength it takes to be so smooth with a move like this, let alone have time to gasp. Lips are on his in an instant, insistent and hot, tongue delving between his parted lips and stroking along his own.
It’s the kiss he was hoping for, the kiss he’s been denying himself all night.
It’s delicious .
“You…you wanna fuckin’ run that by me again?” Steve all but growls into his kisses, doesn’t even bother pulling his mouth away from Bucky’s. He whimpers pathetically when Steve dives for his neck.
“I…I want your baby,” Bucky stupidly whines, but Steve’s groan sounds like thunder when he digs his teeth into Bucky’s adam’s apple. “Want to start a family, wanna… want you to get me pregnant, Daddy.”
He’s on his back in the next instant. Dishes clatter to the floor, the time and effort he put into setting the table gone within seconds. He’s sure he hears something break, more than one somethings, but his pout of, “Steve, the dinner…!” is met with a harsh, “Fuck the dinner,” just before his dress is hiked up around his waist with a yank.
“The dress isn’t mine, don’t—!”
“I’ll buy another fucking dress, Bucky, goddamnit .”
The sensation of Steve between his legs, narrow, fit waist between his thighs, leaves Bucky no choice but to moan. It’s a gluttonous noise, a built up one that is the culmination of jerk off session after jerk off session imagining what this moment would feel like. His thoughts don’t compare in the slightest, the feeling of Steve’s cock rocking against his own behind the silk of his panties forcing him to give into the urge to tremble.
He feels the frenzied moment that Steve realizes he isn’t wearing his normal undergarments, that he’s prepared for this housewife role thoroughly.
“You motherfucker, you…oh my god, Bucky.”
“Daddy…”
“Fuck yeah, that’s right,” Steve purrs from above him, fingers digging greedily into the meat of his hips, eyes blazing where his gaze rests between his thighs. “Really am your Daddy now, ain’t I? You gonna make me a Daddy, sugar? You gonna gimme a baby?”
Oh.
“Oh fuck.”
This wasn’t part of the plan. Not once did he consider Steve returning his dirty talk, of what Bucky’s roleplay would sound like coming from Steve’s point of view. He failed to think about how it would sound if Steve responded to the things he had decided to say. He is such a fucking idiot.
He is a fucking idiot that is going to come if Steve keeps massaging his body in such a deep and appreciative way.
The senator chuckles, hands greedy as they work their way around Bucky’s body. He rubs the heel of his hand up and along Bucky’s dick, squeezes his fingers around it with another rumble. Bucky’s eyes nearly cross.
“You’ve been in my house all goddamn day,” Steve mumbles distractedly, hotly. “Cleanin’ and cookin’ and bein’ the prettiest fuckin’ housewife a Daddy could ask for.” His fingers find their way to Bucky’s nipples as he talks, the tips of them pinching and pulling at them over the material of his borrowed dress. Bucky hisses between his teeth, his dick throbbing and his ass clenching around the heavy plug he wears. He should have done this months ago; he’s in heaven .
“And now my tight little wife tells me she’s been keepin’ secrets? Been tryin’ to get knocked up without Daddy even knowin’?”
“Steve, I can’t…I can’t do—”
“What a naughty fuckin’ girl I got.”
Bucky is in way over his head. His fantasy never went this far, always ended with what he thought would be the most anticipated moment, the reveal. He hadn’t thought beyond that point. If he had, he may have not followed through. They’ve never dabbled in any of these kinks, in breeding, in roleplay. Surely he won’t survive an hour, let alone the entire night.
“Show me that fuckin’ pussy. Show me that pussy that Daddy’s about to ride until he breeds, just like you’re askin’ for.”
He won’t survive the next five minutes.
He barely has time for his brain to catch up on what he’s feeling, what he’s hearing, his limbs weak from an onslaught of arousal. The senator reaches for the top of one stocking but stops, apparently deciding to keep them on, which is heady. The underwear encasing his dick is yanked down his thighs then, impatiently left hanging from one ankle before the senator is shoving his legs apart, the wide spread making Bucky feel like a slut.
He feels the plug buried between the cheeks of his ass. He’s been feeling it all night, all day.
He feels it but he doesn’t register that Steve will see it.
Goddamn, has he gone dumb in the head.
“Oh my fucking god, are you…”
The senator can’t even finish his sentence, his thoughts, something Bucky would surely marvel at if he were in a more stable headspace. But all he can do is whine, huff and run his hands down his chest to his dick where he squeezes at himself. Steve lets him, watches as Bucky touches himself, the senator’s fingers pushing at the base of the plug, rubbing at his stretched and puffy rim.
“Look how ready you are for Daddy, baby,” Steve recovers swiftly, voice deceivingly sweet as he pulls at the plug slowly, letting the widest part stretch Bucky to the point where his toes curl. He stops touching himself immediately, throws his hands wide on either side of him as he attempts to find anything to ground himself. There’s nothing. He soars.
“Pussy’s ready to make me a Daddy, ready to take every load I can pump into it. Look at that…”
Bucky’s whine gets louder, longer. He keeps his thighs spread wide, lets Daddy play with him, slipping the plug halfway out of his ass before letting his hole eat it up again. He’s getting fucked by that plug, and while it feels like everything he’s been wanting for all damn day, he knows the senator’s cock will feel infinitely better.
“Gimme a baby, Daddy. Fuck it into me so…so deep, ngh,” he whimpers, face turning crimson as his own words hit his ears. What is he saying?
Steve growls, growls, as he reaches for his belt, undoing it swiftly and impressively with one hand. “Hell yeah, gonna knock you up so good, ain’t I?”
Bucky’s response is simply a wail, a pitiful noise that grows messily frantic when his eyes are blessed by the sight of the senator’s cock. It looks so heavy, so meaty and girthy. Bucky wants it inside of him now , wants it to hurt so good. He wants to be bred by that cock, wants to come on it. He feels mindless, lit up from the inside out, needy and achy. He finds himself nodding his head, in response to the senator’s question, in response to all future questions, all without thought and newfound, dumb enthusiasm.
“Mhmm, so good, so good. No pills, no…no protection— wann’it raw, Daddy. Give it to me raw.”
Bucky doesn’t know what he’s turned into, what this roleplay has done to him.
Steve’s groan meshes deliciously with his chuckle, dexterous fingers pulling the plug free from the grip of Bucky’s ass, tossing it carelessly to the floor.
“Dirty fuckin’ bitch, of course I’m gonna give it to you raw. From here on out it’s only raw. From this moment on you’re always gonna be heavy with my kid. You think there’s any goin’ back after this? Fuck no, you’re gonna make me a daddy over and over and over and—”
The stretch the plug provided him with, that he worked towards all day, feels as if it does very little to prepare him for the size of the senator’s cock. He should have known to size up over the course of the day, that he should have chosen a larger plug if he was going to use just one.
“Hold your legs, press ‘em— yeah, there you go. Get your pretty little body in that baby makin’ position,” Steve guides him roughly, pressing Bucky’s thighs to his chest, big hand pressing against his belly. “Gotta watch this pussy get bred up, as a Daddy I gotta make sure’m doin’ my job.”
Bucky feels lightheaded as he wraps his arms around the back of his knees, his vision turning blurry around the edge when it gives him the perfect view of his neglected and rock solid dick, of the senator fucking into him, still donning most of his work clothes. What a picture he must make: Bucky’s dress hiked around his middle, lithe legs still clad in stockings, back pressed against the dining room table as their forgotten dinner is scattered around him, damn near gagging for a United States Senator’s cock.
It’s indecent, scandalous.
He feels so fucking hot, so desireable, even though he feels entirely gone in the head.
“Pussy’s soakin’ already. How long have you been thinkin’ about this? Huh?”
“So fucking long,” Bucky whines raggedly, the senator taking his time sliding inside of him, of course making a show of it.
“Yeah, bet’chu have,” Steve chides, fingers splaying wide against Bucky’s belly as he sinks further into Bucky’s willing ass, other set of fingers rubbing at Bucky’s rim, smearing spit he just pursed his lips and sent down. “Let Daddy in, lil’ mama. C’mon, let Daddy have it.”
No, he’s going to come. He’s going to come. Steve is barely bottoming out and Bucky is going to come because of the astronomical build-up of this moment and because of the senator’s filthy fucking mouth. And because of how stretched he is, how no part of his pussy is untouched, the senator squeezing himself inside of Bucky so perfectly, oh god.
The stir in his core, in his balls, has no time to build; it spirals and bursts within seconds.
“Coming, m’gonna—! I’m coming, oh god I’m—”
“Jesus Christ, Bucky. Already?! Fuck.”
Steve doesn’t even let him lay there and take it. He curls his hands around Bucky’s middle and ruts into him with newfound energy and fuck, it makes Bucky shout through his teeth, makes him whine just like being fucked through an orgasm always does. He can’t even touch himself given his position and the jolts of his body from Steve’s punishing thrusts, and he’s forced to just take it , wave after wave of pleasure knocking against his limbs and his insides.
In half a minute he’s messy with his own come and left sucking in air like he was being chased.
And Steve doesn’t stop.
“Steve …Daddy…!”
Steve rumbles, eyes locked onto Bucky’s belly, his messy dress, as he fucks him, on the rivulets of come left behind from his explosive climax. “Squirtin’ all over Daddy’s dick, just like you should. Atta girl. They say that helps with… fuck, with makin’ a baby— you comin’. How many times can Daddy make you come tonight?”
“Oh fuck…fuck you, I…oh my god…”
Bucky can never recover appropriately from an orgasm he’s been fucked through. It’s like Steve fucks his mind too, his brain, when he does this, fucks it so roughly he’s left loose-limbed and exposed. He feels raw, feels like he’s right there on the edge of too much, too much. The recognition that he is going to need some major aftercare tonight is his last thought before one, two, three long, deep strokes perfectly rubbing against his sweet spot have his eyes rolling back into his head.
“Yeah, baby. Tonight’s the night, ya know that? Daddy’s gonna knock you up on the first try, first try. This belly’ll be all sorts of swollen, won’t it?”
A shock rips through Bucky’s system upon hearing those words, one that sparks an impossible fire in his dick, in his groin, in his chest. He whines at the force of it, at what hearing those words does to him without any sort of hesitation. Of course the senator notices.
“Oh yeah, sugar— gonna be heavy as fuck with my kid. This belly—” Steve bunches up the come-covered dress as he talks, as he uses it to fuck into him.“—it’s mine, just like this pussy is.”
Steve reams into him steadily, his cock digging into his sweet spot repeatedly. It’s impossible, is ridiculous, the way he makes Bucky’s body feel lit up from the inside out even after such a shattering orgasm moments before. No one else does this to him, no one will ever do this to him, not when his Daddy makes him feel so thoroughly fucked out. The images flashing in his mind are pure fantasy, ones that Steve masterfully and filthily paints, yet Bucky feels as if they’re real, as if his belly can grow big, as if he can get pregnant.
And god help him, he likes it.
He gasps for air, his body going weak alongside his mind. He loses his grip on his legs, elbows slipping along the soft material of the stockings with slick sweat, neck arched weakly against the dining room table. Steve takes over for him immediately, smacks at his hands and presses Bucky back, bending him further in half, taking a brief moment to tug Bucky close towards the end of the table. It makes the senator’s cock feel ten times larger, makes Bucky squeal, makes his noises grate against the front of his throat as Steve fucks them out of him.
“These tits?” Steve growls, digging his hips into the underside of Bucky’s ass, grinding in tight with each trust. “Fuck, these tits, baby, they’re gonna be so big. And Daddy loves big tits."
Bucky hiccups. “Daddy…they’re not… not—”
“Oh, they’re tits, Buck. They’re gonna be swollen and round too, gonna have Daddy’s mouth all over ‘em. Got no choice but to suck on ‘em every time I goddamn see ‘em.”
As if he needs to prove his point any further, Steve bends at the waist and joins Bucky on the table smoothly, dishes clattering to the floor. His thighs are left spread wide around the senator’s thick middle, a sensation Bucky will surely never tire of. The way Steve fucks him feels damn near feral this way, god, it’s close and tight and the older man’s breaths sound like they are being punched out of him with every brutal thrust. It finally sounds as if this sex, this wild roleplay that Bucky spent months planning, is finally getting to Steve.
And that makes a second climax feel within reach.
Bucky barely has time to squeal before the senator is yanking at the already low neckline of his dress and his mouth is on his nipples, his tits, sucking hungrily at his pecs, cock heavy in his ass. He can feel the senator’s balls in this position, can feel his heavy sac smack against his ass and it makes him feel dizzy with dick.
Steve holds onto his tits, one in each hand, squeezes at them as if they are indeed heavy and swollen and purrs.
Bucky can’t breathe.
“Mhmm, get used to this, sugar. Get used to Daddy’s mouth on these pretty tits,” Steve mumbles, tugging one pebbled nub between his teeth and sucking. Bucky’s dick jumps, genuinely jumps where it’s trapped against their torsos, and his moan is ragged and worn out, exhausted. Bucky can’t believe he’s going to come again and his mournful noises reflect that sentiment.
As soon as Steve hears his sob, his purr turns into a groan.
“Already comin’ again, Buck?” Steve asks, panting against his mouth, hands finding a home as both of them wrap loosely around his throat. When Bucky can’t formulate an answer, when all he can do is hiccup and tug at the parts of the senator’s dress shirt that he can reach, Steve nips at his bottom lip. “‘Course you are; you’re gaggin’ for this Daddy come.”
He is. He’s mindless and boneless and laying there taking the senator’s cock like it’s his job, like he’s getting paid to get fucked so willingly. He isn’t, he reminds himself, head bouncing with every thrust Steve rocks into him without mercy. Bucky really does feel like a slut. He smiles.
“The first one was for you,” Steve whispers against the curve of his mouth, his sweat dripping onto Bucky’s neck.. “This one's for me. Ask me for it, ask Daddy to come in this pussy. Ask Daddy for that baby you want so fuckin’ bad.”
Bucky doesn’t even hesitate. In fact, he lets out a growl of his own, albeit a pathetic, pup of a noise. If a second orgasm is being forced out of him, he’s going to earn it. And if he’s so lucky enough to have a surprise roleplay work out this well, he’s gonna send it home.
“Put that fuckin’ baby in me, Daddy,” is what he ends up biting out, spreading his legs wide and lifting his head to meet Steve’s eyes. His tongue darts out, lapping at the senator’s plump bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. The older man’s groans sound almost pained when Bucky leans into the hold around his throat. He knows exactly how to get what he wants.
He sticks out his bottom lip, whimpers.
“Want that Daddy come. Please Daddy, please— can I have your baby? Will you give me that baby? Daddy…”
Steve’s groan sounds more like a roar when his fingers tighten, when Bucky feels his breathing hitch, feels the shallowness of his breaths. Bucky feels like a doll, limp and useless as Daddy uses his grip to fuck Bucky on his cock, thrusts going sloppy.
“Practicin’ that fuckin’ baby talk already, fuckin’ hell. Take it, Buck— take that Daddy come and make that baby.”
He’s gasping, all sensation narrowed down to the big hands around his neck and the fat cock in his ass, and when he hears and feels the senator begin to moan raggedly into his cheek, when he grinds in deep, Bucky soars.
He’s pure sensation. His ears ring, his vision blurs, his limbs tremble. He milks Steve for everything he’s worth and that’s all that matters to him, is what pushed him over the edge and into another orgasm, a much more intense one. Steve is in his ear, against his lips, whispering filthy thought after filthy thought as he drops his load in Bucky’s worn out pussy. He sucks breath after breath into his lungs and by the time he’s done spurting between their bodies, on this poor dress, his thighs drop like stones onto the table beneath him, his arms doing the same.
It takes more than a few minutes for this feeling of pure sensation to give way to the present, for the fog to clear long enough to feel the kisses that the senator presses against his chin, his lips.
Bucky doesn’t think he’s ever felt like this before. The closest he’s ever come to this was the first time Steve fucked him on the desk in his office.
“I’m… holy shit, I can’t…m’gonna need…” Bucky hears himself mumble mindlessly, giggling when it sounds ridiculous to his ears. His brain feels like it’s full of air, weightless and empty. Steve joins Bucky in chuckling, hands squeezing all over his body: his shoulders, his neck, his chest.
“You’re gonna need a lot of things, Buck,” Steve mumbles, pressing a set of chaste kisses against his lips before sighing and settling his feet back onto the floor. He’s still quite hard within Bucky, cock rigid, and for a moment he wonders if Steve wants to go another round.
Having almost passed out after two rounds, he surely wouldn’t survive a third. He thinks he’d take that risk.
“We’ll take a bath,” Steve tells him, hands running up Bucky’s sides to pull down his dress. “Let me go grab a fat piece of that cake you made and you can feed it to me in the tub.”
Bucky scoffs.
“Oh, excellent. As if I haven’t done enough for you today already.”
Steve gives him a light smack on the cheek for his attitude. Bucky bites his lip.
“No, don’t move,” Steve tells him in a hushed voice as he slips from Bucky’s body and steps back. “I’ll carry you.”
“Oh…okay.”
The senator doesn’t bother tucking himself back into his pants and Bucky doesn’t know why he feels himself blush, not after tonight.
“Plus,” Steve starts, voice dipping into dangerous territory as he saunters towards the kitchen. “Gotta keep those hips up, gotta keep you on your back. Better chance for makin’ that baby…”
#howdoyousleep kinktober 2022#howdoyousleep#my writing#senator and intern#senator rogers and intern barnes#this was hyped but it wasn't beta'd so all mistakes are mine#this fic is 10% housewife roleplay and 90% breeding kink lmao
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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 6
chapter 10:
1. “The first thing Regulus notices is the sun.” jesus christ, first line of the chapter. of course he notices the sun first. of course.
2. oh shit, it’s the crimson river. shit. fuck. damn. i didn’t expect to get the fic title so early on. holy shit
3. holy shit. this. this is like the inferi. i just. wow. i- oh shit
4. EVAN fuck yeah!! lets go
5. if i wasn’t 100% positive that james would survive, then i’d say his generosity would be the death of him. but vanity is gonna be the rue of crimson rivers, isn’t she?
6. PETER!!!! shit. i love him. he’s gonna have to die too, isn’t he? if it’s not already known to y’all, peter is one of my favorite marauders
7. “”Don't pretend you can't climb; I've seen James, he's taller, and you're not going to tell me you're not climbing him, are you?"” PFFFT OMG EVAN BABES, NO HESITATION TO SAY WHAT YOU MEAN, HUH?
8. reg thinking that evan is mental is so real. babes, he’d love your bestie. of course he’s mental. of course you two get along
9. “lover boy” “poor lamb” evans nicknames for reg >>>>>>>>>>>
10. 😟 they’re gonna propel themselves across the blood river with a VINE??? bitch, they ain’t gonna survive this
11. damn reg made it across. i know i shouldn’t be surprised but damn
12. :/ none of the death eaters having died yet is gonna be an issue, isn’t it?
13. reg has his daggers. i swear that this is gonna turn james on at some ridiculous point
14. reg grabs a hatchet for james 🥰🥰
15. 😧 EVAN BABY NO RUN
16. 😒 i read the authors notes and found out the game makers broke the branch. they can suck my metaphorical dick
chapter 11:
1. the huge list of warnings at the start of every chapter takes me out. cause i know this fic is deep and dark- yet seeing all those surprise me 😭😭😭
2. awww, vanity is marlene’s district. marlene has been knew that vanity was gonna die. all these babies in here.
3. i wanna know the five who died and make sure evan is not one of them. and i want vanity to make it through the night. i want all of them to live. i’m too soft for this fic
4. 😧 the river froze over. shit no wait shit no
5. oh wait. i knew it meant the death eaters could get across, but i forgot it meant that reg could also bolt out 😭😭 i don’t think things through
6. 😟 reg made his first kill. (and hopefully his last and he’s gonna leave the arena with no trauma 🥰✨☺️)
7. they sounded the trumpets and announced those who died. i am not okay. i am in fact crying
8. “[Sirius] never did really catch his breath after that, and he doesn't think he's breathed the same since.” i- god. these children. poor poor children
9. i like canon slughorn, but do not like crimson rivers slughorn. why the fuck did he design this arena?? fuck him
10. god, sirius, please don’t get caught back up in your drinking habits
11. good for remus standing up for himself to sirius about his drinking habits. remus my beloved
12. 😳 remus that’s a little horny of you
13. remus and sirius would kill for one another. james and reg would die for one another. i’m calling that theme right now.
14. “”Oh, and when I said I wanted to murder for you, you looked like you wanted to eat me, and then you weren't even ashamed of responding like that. Actually, you scolded me, like I should have known that would rile you up instead of frighten you.”” jesus, the two of them are so fucking horny for each other.
15. god, i love the ways regulus has subtly showed he’s cared about sirius in the deepest ways
16. awwww sirius and remus are hugging. they deserve a moment of peace
#well this took me the fuck out#marauders#fanfic#regulus black#james potter#jegulus#remus lupin#sirius and regulus#sirius black#wolfstar#crimson rivers#evan rosier
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//Fuck Brits//Simon Ghost Riley
A/N
Favorite part of the day; sipping coffe in the morning while writting before the work. Hope you enjoy your day with a little of Ghost in your mind.
And to be clear, this isn't a fic or anything, I'm just calling a reader a Banshee for a code name, if you want to have another code name just imagine it. Also thinking about writting a little fluff/sad/comfort about why is reader called Banshee in my works, so probbably it'll be out too.
Also thought about writting a fic on Wattpad, but I'm slow with other of my works so don't know about that one. Anyway, enjoy your reading!
Being in army meant you had to follow orders. You had to follow orders from people you didn't like, because they were above you. It made you go into a rage mode sometimes. You don't understand why your team had to listen to fucking Graves because he's the biggest a-hole you've seen arround. He was too into himself, his face was screaming arrogant bitch, his nose was so up in the sky that you could count the hairs in it. You hated him. You never trusted him. You never liked how his eyes gazed upon you, like you're some piece of meat he was waiting for chew into, but never could.
Even when he tried, there was a big ass man standing near you, in full gear, with a skull mask on his face. Ghost. That man is making you droll with every step he takes, but you will never admit that out loud, because you will lose the bet between you and Soap.
It happened on another training day when you were left in the middle of the rainforest. You were all sorted into teams and you were teamed up with Gaz. Gaz is the silent one, but he was talkative in the right company. You had to reach the safehouse and grab the dog tags while eliminating other teammates by making them surrender in a duel. The two of you were making great progress, all until you ran into Soap and Ghost.
That's where it got tricky. Soap leaped at you and you pulled him over your shoulders, making him fall on his back. He tried to get up but you spun over and got his head under the preassure of your tights. You looked up at Ghost who stood there, like he was waiting for you to finish with Soap. You saw the way his eyes roamed over your curves. How you hold Soap between your legs.
When the poor Scot realized he couldn't take it anymore, he tapped your leg and finally was freed. Big boy's turn. Before he could do anything, Gaz jumped at him and tackled him to the ground. "Banshee, go! If you get the dog tags, we win!" You did debate for a minute, but you knew Gaz was right, so you ran.
You ran as fast as your legs could carry you. It was in front of you and you barged in, breathing heavily. There are stairs so you go to take the first step on them, but as soon as you do, someone tackles you on the ground. Hands pinned you down as your legs were trapped between his. You look up to see a skull mask that you liked. How the hell did he get so fast here?
"You're done." he whispered. You shake your head. "Not until I give up. Sir." You tried your best to keep your voice calm, because under his gaze, you weren't sure if you could hold yourself.
Something clicked in your head, so you lifted your head up and put pressure on his little mate. Maybe not so little?
His eyes got little wider, his pupils grew and shrunk. "Careful now." Ghost grunted. "I'm always careful sir." You put more pressure on it and he groans, suddenly moving your legs apart and him being in between them, pressing against your core. You gasp in shock.
"I'm not, so don't play with things you can't finish." you breathe out as warm feeling rushes through you. "Who said I can't?" There was an intense stare between the two of you.
But Price's voice cut you off by saying someone won the thing that you completely forgot about.
From then on, the two of you were always teasing each other with those kinds of things.
Man can get horny being in the army not not getting some, but boy, when you get teased around on some random Tuesday, all day, you get ready to fuck a man in front of everyone.
If it wasn't for Graves getting on your nerves.
He stood in front of you, with a smug smile across his face that made you sick in the stomach. "I need you to get me some files from the other room. I might come into the aid too." You roll your eyes at the man.
"Then go get them yourself." You look over the dark eyes that have been watching you two. He was always watching. Making sure no bounds were crossed.
"Come on Banshee, you could use a help of an American man, don't you think?" His eyebrow lifts, lips go into a grin that uplifts the scar on his cheek. This man didn't even feel safe.
A thing came across your mind and devishly smile found your face. "No, I prefer Brits." Your eyes skipped to the big boy in the corner, with his hands across his chest, mask steadily on his face and eyes that were staring you down. He is on it.
Graves groans and rolls his eyes. "Fuck them Brits." A chuckle escapes your chest. "Oh my, I just might."
You take few steps towards the door and look over Ghost with darkened eyes. "Wanna give a hand with paperworks Lt?" He stood there for a second, then in a few rough steps walked over you and pushed you out of the room. His large hand found your wrist as he pulled you into another room, that's away from Graves.
He pushes you against the wall, his thigh rubbing against you as you look up at him, already flustered. "Time to actually fuck 'em Brits, don't you think?"
#ghost x you#ghost call of duty#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost cod#call of duty#modern warfare imagine#ghost mw2#cod mw2#cod modern warfare#soap mw2#cod graves#john soap mactavish#soap cod
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PART 3 of 3 of my Pjhazel incorrect qoutes! Sadly the last part.. at least for now. I won't say for definite there won't be more cos I adore this movie and this ship especially, but may take some time.
Same things apply to this one as the others, hope these were as fun to read as they were to make! This one became longer than I intended because I just had to add a few new ones too it especially the code names one because It made me chuckle and fit so well.
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Pj: I’m in lov—
Pj: Lov—
Pj: I have feelin—
Josie: It’s okay, take your time.
Pj: ...Hazel.
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Pj *to hazel*: If I have developed a huge crush on you, that's my business. It literally has nothing to do with you.
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Hazel: Autism speaks?
Hazel: Yeah, I never shut the fuck up.
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Pj: Horny doesn’t always mean wanting to have sex. Sometimes it means wanting to be beat up or stabbed or something.
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Hazel: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.
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Pj: I- hm...
Hazel: be nice
Pj: Of course! I'm finding kind words.
Hazel
Pj:....
Hazel:
Pj:...
Hazel: ... it takes you that long to find-
Pj: It does! I'm trying!
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Ms. Callahan: You're not good enough for my daughter
Pj: YOU'RE not good enough for your daughter
Ms. Callahan: Excuse me?!
Pj: You heard me
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Hazel: I set off explosives to feel joy.
Pj: That's adorable.
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Pj *delusional from a punch to the face during fight club*: You have... beautiful eyes..
Hazel *flustered*: She's lost her mind!
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Hazel: I have no idea what's going on but I am being so brave about it.
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Pj *to hazel*: Why do you keep looking me in the eyes? My huge tits are down here
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Hazel *is sad*
Pj:*looks up “how to comfort someone”*
Website: “Do not make insensitive comments or mock the person”
Pj: Fuck.
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Hazel: Are you okay?
Pj: In what aspect? Phisically, no injury whatsoever and no signs of exhaustion. Appearance wise, I'm not just okay, I'm a whole ass meal. We're talking three courses, five stars.
Hazel:
Pj: But mentally? I could use some therapy I guess.
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Pj: it may have been a stupid decision, but it was MY stupid decision and I could never turn my back on it
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Hazel: please, stay out of trouble
Pj: Not my strong suit
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Pj *about Hazel*: *sighs* God, what a loser. I can't believe I'm gonna sleep with her.
Josie: I mean, you don't have to.
Pj: Nah, I'm gonna.
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Pj: Do you have a date for Valentine’s Day?
Hazel: Yes. It's February 14th.
Pj: I- Nevermind.
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*Texting*
Pj: I wanna sleep with you.
Pj: But like in the innocent way.
Pj: ...
Pj: Get your bitch ass over here and cuddle with me you little shit!
Hazel: Damn Pj, calm down, I'm putting my shoes on.
Pj: <3
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Hazel: Sometimes sarcasm is laid on so thick that even I can detect it.
Hazel: This was not one of those times.
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Pj: I love you.
Hazel: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.
*pj and Hazel make out passionately*
Sylvie, to annie: You owe me 20 dollars.
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Hazel *after Pj insults someone*: I know Pj is very sorry and didn’t mean it.
Pj: Very sorry.
Hazel: See?
Pj: But I did mean it.
Hazel: pj!
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Brittney: Why are you ignoring Hazel?
Pj: I’m playing hard to get.
Brittney: Why would you do that? You’re already hard to want.
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Pj: Not much could ruin today.
Jeff: Hey overall bitch #2
Pj: Oh, Fuck. I forgot saying that summons him.
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*just before josie and pj find the other fight club members at the game to apologise*
Josie: Talk to Hazel first, and apologise. That's what friends do.
Pj: Urgh, I really don’t want too. I was just gonna wait til' I'm on my deathbed, get in the last word and then die immediately.
Josie: That was your plan for dealing with this???
Pj: That's my plan for dealing with everything. I have seventy-seven arguments I'm gonna win that way.
Josie *drags her to the football game*: Nope, we're doing the apology instead.
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Pj: Quick, Hazel, start talking about boring nerd shit!
Hazel: You know, nerd culture is mainstream now, so when you use the word “nerd” derogatorily, it means you’re the one that’s out of the zeitgeist.
Pj: Yes, that’s perfect. Just like that.
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*backstory: the cheerleaders are at practice and the rest of the club are getting together to help plan a perfect promposal for josie to give to isabel*
Pj: From now on, we'll be using code names. You can address me as 'Eagle 1.'
Pj: Hazel is 'Currently doing that.'
Hazel: *high fives pj*
Pj: Sylvie is 'It happened once in a dream.'
Pj: Annie. Codename - 'If I had to pick a republican.'
Pj: josie is... 'Eagle 2.'
Josie: Oh, thank god.
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The Manliest ༓ jjk (m)
✑ Summary: "God damn baby, this isn't supposed to be funny. Can't you see I'm trying to do something here?"
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Watching a bdsm movie with the guys makes Jungkook want to roleplay as your hard dom. Think he can do it or will you need to step in a bit?
Pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x girlfriend!reader
Genre/AU: smut, fluff, lot of crack, established relationship AU
Rating: M, 18+
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: dom!jungkook, switch!reader, daddy kink, slight mommy kink, penetration, fucking from behind, bit of spanking, very loose lipped kook - he just says whatever he wants lmao, also kook is a bit of a baby but don't be fooled 😏
Now Playing: Rude Boy - Rihanna
A/N: So if you've ever read my other fics you'll notice I always add some kind of playful element in the smut I write. This is going to capitalize on that style and will have a lot of crack but it's still got smut. Just imagine sweet & horny boyfriend Kook to the fullest hahah. 😈
Let's just say today was going to be a very eventful day for Jungkook. He was going to become a manly man. Or so the M rated movie he had just watched suggested. Jimin and Jin had recommended it to the group and let's just say it really got Jungkook going.
"Baby!" He ran into the bedroom where you were resting. "I have an idea for us."
"Mm what is it Kook?"
"Let me be your hard dom."
Eyes shooting open You looked at your boyfriend standing in the doorway. "Say that again?"
Walking up to your bed, he sat down next to you. "Well you know bdsm stuff….?"
"Yeah I know. But you wanna be my dom all the sudden? We don't usually do that baby."
"Yes but, I watched something with the guys where the male lead was this really tough guy and he made the female lead his bitch."
"Jungkook!"
"Sorry sorry. He made the girl his sub. Anyway-"
"This is why I don't come to movie night with you anymore. You men are always watching something horny."
"Babe, not fair. Jimin and Jin chose it. The rest of us didn't have much choice."
"You enjoyed yourself though didn't you? Seeing as you're so anxious to recreate some of those scenes."
"Please baby? Just once?" He gave you those eyes. Yes those ones. The big doe ones that made your heart sink 20 meters in your chest.
"Alright fine," you gave up. "Is there something you want me to call you?"
"Daddy, master, or sir. You can choose." He grinned at you.
"Kookie-"
"No! Not kookie, too cute. Gotta be something manly. Let's just go with daddy okay?"
You chuckled at him a bit before nodding. "Okay daddy. We need a safeword."
"How about, Jungkook's big dick?"
"What the hell are you on? No. Let's just do red."
"Fine. But i want you to tell me i have a big dick."
"Later Kook."
"No, now!
"Oh god you're---fine you have a big dick daddy. What do you want me to do next?"
"Wait here, I'll be right back." Leaping off the bed he ran over to his dresser and took out a small item.
"Did you-you bought handcuffs? Shit. You're serious about this." You swore a laugh was going to burst out of you. He's just so cute.
"Of course, I'm not playing around with you anymore. Got it y/N?"
"Oh yes officer." You teased.
"ITS DADDY!"
Shit now he did it. You were laughing so hard the tears were coming out of your eyes.
"God damn baby, it's not funny. Can't you see I'm trying to do something here?"
"Ok ok I'll be good." You put a hand over your mouth in an attempt to calm down.
"Actually," Jungkook paused. "Can you be a little naughty so then I can punish you?"
"Jungkook!"
"What? I wanna be your brat tamer too."
"Kook, doms dont usually just say 'i wanna be your brat tamer'. They just do it…you know?"
"Well how am I supposed to do it if you're gonna behave yourself so well?" He whined.
"You gotta, you know…make me act up."
"Like lick your pussy or something and tell you not to come? But you come anyway so i turn you over and spank your ass?"
"Oh my god, what kind of a bdsm movie did you watch my sweet little devil?"
"A hot one now put your hands above your head."
Deciding to indulge him a little, you lifted your wrists.
"Listen here y/n. I'm in charge so no doing bad things okay?" He moved to put the cuffs on you but stopped at your reply.
"I thought you said you wanted me to be naughty for you?"
"Babe. You're supposed to be a brat and tell me to make you." He grunted.
"Oh sorry. If you want me to be good, you're going to have to make me daddy."
"Ok pause, its not the same as the movie. Maybe this was a bad idea."
Lowering your hands you sighed soft.
"Kook-baby this can be really hot but we gotta spice it up a little. Get a little creative huh? You want me to take over?"
"No! I'm in charge." His eyes practically bugged out of his head.
"Ok ok, easy tiger."
"Let's start over, okay?"
A moment passed before Jungkook started another session of playing your dom.
"Fuck look at you, all ready for daddy to ruin you."
"With all due respect daddy, I'm still fully clothed. I'm in my damn jammies too. How is this turning you on?"
"They're sexy jammies okay?!" Jungkook fisted the bed in frustration.
"Jungkook this is getting out of hand. Here let me slip into something else for you and mommy will take care of you. Okay?"
"Uh uh…I'm mommy tonight. I mean daddy. Fuck."
"Oh for the love to god, Jungkook just kiss me. You're so fucking cute right now."
"I'm not cute, I'm dadd-"
Cutting him off you jumped into him, held his face between your hands, and kissed those pouty lips of his. They tasted so good. Was he eating strawberries or was that just him?
"Let me take care of you." You mumbled between kisses.
He groaned. "But-"
"Shh I know. How about we play mommy and daddy huh?"
"Not the same. We don't have a baby."
You smiled at him. "I didn't quite mean it like that but…we can pretend to have one if you want."
Pulling you closer he began gently grazing his lips against the curve of your neck. You tilted you head to let him have more space. You moaned softly when he kissed the delicate bit of skin.
"So what do you say? Want to shift gears?"
Pulling back off your neck he looked into your eyes before they suddenly darkened.
"No."
And that's all he said before pushing you on your back.
"Yah daddy, daddy fuck."
"See baby, I can be your dom any day, any time." He groaned as his cock continued ramming into your sex.
"Ah yes yes I see it. You're very manly. Fuck!"
"I knew you'd come around. Look at you sweating all over my cock. Tell daddy how good he's making you feel."
"Mm Jungkook-Ah!"
A firm spank landed on the side if your ass in that moment. "What'd I say about calling me by my name huh?"
"I'm sorry Daddy. I won't do it again."
"Won't do it again? You said that the last time." He barked, pulling out of you. "Turn around and put your ass up. I'm gonna fuck that negligence out of you."
You groaned at the loss of contact but managed to do as he said. Once you were situated, he shoved his member back into your folds and thrusted it back and forth until the whole bed was shaking. His form molded with your own just right.
"Daddy!"
"That's right, don't forget it."
His movements in you quickened in you.
"I'm gonna come!" You screamed.
"Yeah? Well you're gonna have to hold it because daddy's not quite there yet."
"I can't! Jung-daddy please."
"You can do it baby. I know you can. Just a second more. I'm so close. I promise."
"Shit, hurry up!"
Jungkook was now jack hammering into you like a little energizer bunny until he finally was at his high.
"Oh shit here it comes baby. Come, come all over this cock!"
And with that the both of you had your release. He relaxed into you monetarily before sliding out of you and off your back. You turned over to lean against the headboard. Nothing but heavy panting filled the room but then your boyfriend piped back up.
"So, can I go down on you again? And can you call me sir this time?"
A/N: 💕
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Guess who's back??? Back again! 😎
Hello beautiful cutie,first of all,i know,you write my request not to much time ago (that i already read it and it's just *chef kiss*) but,my mind is goin crazy with some new ideas and y'know,sharing is caring right?
I'm not gonna drop all of them,just one for now. Ok ok,Rise!Leo (yeah,he is my favorite,how do you know???) x reader (female or neutral your choise) in they first make out. Little suggestive? Maybe but,in my mind this would be so goofy in the begin like,no one knowing what to do just trying to see if it's work and then, finally in the end they get it lol.
The next one will be another bet,just you wait! 😏♥️
YESSIR!!! Imma write this as soon as i can xD
Key words: Y/n - your name
Leo x gn!reader
Warnings: maybe some suggestive content, but nothing other than ass grabbing-
Leo would not know what to do
My man wouldn't even know where to put his hands 😂
I just imagine the first time you actually started to make out, you had to ask
And the whole time you two are laughing your asses off, not knowing what to do
Like Leo as soon as it starts to get heated just start laughing out of nowhere
Which leads to you laughing
"LEO STOP FUCKING LAUGHING-"
"I can't, it's just funny!"
But he'll get the hang of it really quick, trust me
Like as soon as his laughs die down, he would be grabbing Your waist or ass as you intensely make out
Maybe his two walked in on you once or twice, but we'll never know!
Here is how I think their first make out session would go:
Leo and Y/n were sitting on his bed, just reading a comic together, when Y/n suddenly had n idea
She smirked as she looked towards Leo
"Hey Leo?" She started, receiving a hum from Leo, as to say the he was listening
Y/n pulled out a price of paper and handed it to Leo, he grabbed it as he playfully rolled his eyes and read the paper
'Free make out session' it read
"You know you could he just asked, not hand this out like it's some sort of secret code." Leo said as he turned towards his partner, putting his comic to the side
Y/n quickly sat in his lap as they wrapped their arms around his neck
"Just wanted to be extra." They said s they Leones closer to his face
He rested his arms on her waist as he pressed his lips against hers
His hands slowly lowered as he squeezed their ass, earning a squeak from his partner
He giggled at their squeak as Y/n just rolled their eyes
"Stop squeezing my ass, you fuckin' horny ass bitch." They said as Leo bursted out laughing, Y/n tried to contain their laughter as they gently slapped his face
"Stop laughing! This is supposed to be hot!" They whisper yelled, but his laughter only increased
"I swear to God, I am going to kill myself because of you." They whispered
"No- *laugh* no no no, here I'll- I'll stop-" he giggled as he tried to stop his laughter as he connected their lips again
They slowly got in to it when Leo licked Y/n's bottom lip, they opened their mouth as Leo out his tongue in and explored every crevice
Just as things were getting heated a certain someone interrupted
"Hey Nardo, do you see my favori- OH MY FREAKING GOD-"
Y/n quickly jumped from Leo's lap as they sat down criss cross applesauce
"Oh hey Donnie- good to see ya, how've you been?" Leo said, trying not to make things awkward
"Nardo- *sigh* Listen, if you just tell me where my favorite screwdriver is, i will pretend... That, didn't happen, okay?" Donatello said as he covered his eyes
"It's in your pocket, now forget about this, and if you tell anyone i will eat you alive-"
"Okay thanks Nardo and Y/n, totallydidn'tseeyoumakeoutoranything- bye!" Donnie quickly scurried off
"Well... Where were we again?"
That is all, hope you liked it :)
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here's another one,
jeno is your sister's friend and you had taken a liking on him since day one, only because at how he specially treats you. when your sister is away, he is the one who takes care of you and lets you join him wherever he wants and was never even embarrassed, no matter what it was, even that one time when it was supposedly only to be the boys night out. you only went and wanted to just watch them, but jeno never made you feel out of place. so when jeno started slurring and swerving about in the place, in return you were the one who was helping him. but jeno started telling you things you've never knew of before, like how he had always loved you and had multiple wet dreams about you.
you were pretty much turned on, but you didn't want to take advantage of him and left him to sleep. the following day you told him about everything, except the fact that he told you about the wet dreams, but jeno was never drunk. he just wanted you to think he was, so he would ask you what else you heard that night and you told him nothing else, so jeno showed you what kind of wet dream he had yesterday night when you left him on his bed.
i'm a horny bitch i fucking admit that
"sister's friend" trope really is a great trope for this kinds of filthiness 🥴 like omfg, i can't keep my pants on when my sister's friend is around but i'm too shy to take the initiative so i'll just let him do the honors of doing the first move— ANYWAY ENOUGH RAMBLING
jeno hyung, as you'd love to call him, is a great friend of your sister, and as you've mentioned, he would never let you be out of place; he'd pull you close to him whenever they were playing games, talk to you endlessly (he's loud smh) and even sit you on his lap (*CONSENSUALLY*) so that you won't feel like an outcast whenever he's around.
ANYWAAAAAYYYY, after THAT night, jeno fell harder for u bc of the fact that you know how to NOT take advantage of a drunk person (which in his case, he isn't), so the morning after that, he confessed everything before pulling you into a soft kiss before you could even speak (silencing you with kisses >>>>).
things would escalate immediately as the kiss deepens. full-on body caressing ;). it's was when your tongues were dancing with each other that you pulled back and confessed your feelings for him (i suck at this 💀), and this gave a lot of confidence to jeno to continue on what he's doing.
he'd pin you, (read: your wrists) down the bed before attacking your jawline and neck with kisses, leaving light hickeys on you before whispering something in the lines of:
"you don't know how much i've waited for this to happen,"
"you're so (handsome/pretty/beautiful) under me, so fuckable and breedable"
or just him being a tease and telling you the ways of how will he fuck you based on his wet dreams.
which could go either one of these 2 ways: rough and hard; or slow and passionate. but, i think, since this is just your first time with each other, he'd go slow on you (but will eventually get rough, bc, c'mon, do i really have to explain everything? that's jeno)
he'd be so proud that he's finally able to touch you like this now, make you feel vulnerable, make your innocent lips swollen, rail you until you're crying from pleasure— oh and don't even get me started with his dreams of fucking your mouth until you're all stuffed up with his cum (mouth and ass :))))))
he's a kinky bitch, smh, probably would order you around to call him daddy or something. there is definitely some kind of toys in his dreams— vibrator, a dildo and gags :) he'd use that (though just when you're up to it)
would go on for 2-4 rounds. he would praise and degrade you as the same time as well. STOMACH BULGES. he dreamt of that, no doubt. he wouldn't stop fucking you until you pass out, which is kind of a bitch move, but also hot.
when you're finished, of course, top duty: taking care of his bottom, MANDATORY praises, forehead kisses, and warm bath, and cuddles as he lulls you to sleep— THOUGH BEFORE ALL OF THAT— he would take pictures of your messy state— hair sticking out everywhere, body drenched with sweat and cum, full of his handprint and hickeys— and will send it to their gc (w/o ur sister ofc), bragging how it really was a dream-come-true to fuck you as he was able to show you all of the things he's been dreaming of.
this was ass 😭😭😭😭😭😭
#this took longer than i thought#and sorry for the rants midway everything 😭#istg my mind goes feral when it's about jeno#this isn't as hot as yesterday but yeah#these are the things i think jeno would show u when he says he'll show u his wet dreams
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🌙 ANON IS BAAACK (after so many days without interaction omg, m sorry)
sooooo, yeah, listen, I was (trying to) write a oneshot smut to post here on tumblr and It was originally with seventeen mingyu but reading again (cause I'm stuck with creative block), I was just thinking about Jake or Hee while all this and... yeah, there's one part:
“Of years knowing him, you never ever have excogited have the pretty man, on your bed, with his necktie wrapped around his wrists, laying shirtless for you, with big doe and eager eyes waiting for you next move. After a really messy make out session and the command to lay dow, you denied him to cum. He was sobbing, moaning and begging your permission. His beautiful face twitching deliciously always when you rubber your hand palm at his sensitive pit.
“Be a good boy for me and stop moving your hips.” you demanded, starting to get annoyed by his shivering. Again, he didn't listen, bucking his cock on your hand. You stopped totally, catching the boy's cheeks with you other hand “Listen to me, you little brat. If you don't stop moving, I'm going to kick your ass of my room and leave you alone and hard. Do you understand?” you saw little tears left hisglassy eyes, nodding “Words, baby. You have a voice to be heard."
“I got it. I'm sorry.” he didn't convince you not at all. Sliding your hand through his torso, you scratched his right nipple with the long nails, felling his cock twitch on your hand. A grow came from the end of his throat when you pressed your tongue on the sensitive bud, his back arching. It was the edge for you. Wrapping his throat with your fingers, you made he glue on the mattress and, before telling him how you was getting mad at him, he came on your hands. With a loud groan and tears streaming of eyes, he came without any warning. Surprised, you saw the lot of cum dripping all over his torso while his buff chest keep going up and down, trying to catch the breath. You clicked the tongue, mad at him, but mesmerized at the same time.
“You are a fucking wayward baby, hm? So stupid that can't even follow my rules when I said clearly you're just allowed to cum when I said and, oh, look at that mess.” you rubber the sensible pit, faster and with much more pressure “If you wanna cum so hard, I'm going to let you without any drop, you fucking brat.” he gasped loud by the overwhelming pleasure, his back arching with the felling that got his whole body.
“Y-Y/n, please, please, please.” he was breathless. A ironic breathtaking scenario. You knew he was going to cum again, twice by a row, and that's what happened. The hot liquid shortly after dripping everywhere.
“What a mess.” you said fake pouting, catching a little with the fingers, tasting it. His sore begging eyes following a drop of cum running the valley of your boobs “There's so much. We can't waist, right?” catching more, you sat in front of him, legs wild open, giving the Vip view to your dripping pussy “If you close your eyes, I won't let you fuck me.” said, you thrusted the cum covered fingerd inside yourself. The guy opened the mouth, surprised by your action, the dick twitching and hands trying to free himself “Even after cum twice, you still hard, baby? Horny bitch.” he almost closed the eyes and you smiled, observing the boy struggling so much. You untied him. Not because he deserved. Trying your digits at his soft brown and messy hair, you made he look at you cum covered cunt “I want you to clean the mess you made. You will not disappoint me again, right? I know you can be a good boy for once and make me proud.” don't need to repeat. On a snap of fingers, his face was between your leg, moaning while eating you out. The soft muscle pressed against your clit, lowering to the entrance, backing to the top. His big hands squeezing your hip and thighs so dreamily, that made you moan loud his whole name.”
Anything u want to add?? 👉🏼👈🏼
I had to edit cuz of Mingyu's name, but to be honest, I still kinda insecure to post the whole fic cuz english isn't my first language and I'm just not that confident in general
also IM IN LOVE W THE NEW THEME OMG
- the ghost 🌙 anon.
BESTIE OH GOD THIS IS SO AMAZING PLEASE POST IT FULLY AND TAG ME ONCE YOU DO??? i missed you aaa I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE SUCH A GREAT WRITER THIS IS SO SO HOT HELLO??? please don't worry about anything cause whatever you've written is perfect 😭✋🏼
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BBS Dialogue Prompts #214
BBS Dialogue Prompts & Sentence Starter: [ 7 ]
SMII7Y
I hate my career, I should’ve been a doctor.
Oh, not you, preferably, not you.
I swear it was over here.
I see the body.
Piss off, bro, go home.
I think we might just need to kill him.
Nevermind, they blew up the city.
I’ll bulldoze you…
I still want to commit a war crime, can we still do that?
Hey, is that heli coming towards me, or should I worry about that?
Homeboy just punched me twice, he deserved that.
They just let that happen.
I’m gonna flip a coin whether we win this or not.
Yeah, are you implying that?
I guess this is what fate wanted though.
Let’s go make the decision right this time.
Okay, I got my costume.
I’m about to find out.
We expect too much of them.
Alright, everyone, rock, paper, scissors.
FL0M
Hey, look, the traps set up.
What the fuck was that?
How do I check how many I have.
Let's run him down!
Get out of my friend's car!
Absolutely fucking baited!
Good thing you heard the ghost.
Okay, they won't see you, nice.
He's...no...no...he's enjoying this way to much ma—and I'm the annoying one? Are you fucking kidding me?
What is that smell, clean up in here, bro.
BLARG
I’m gonna eat my table.
I ain't allowed to drive the boat.
Who are we killing?
Taking a long time there.
You’re decision was stupid.
Yay, it worked out.
What do you mean, we all have the same amount of cards!
His fucking car's op.
You’re a bad friend.
If you know your star sign, I want to kill you…
GRIZZY
That is 100% my fault.
We're good, I knew there would be another one.
Are we still looking for another bomb?
Okay, my shit useless?
What the fuck did I do, I'm just sitting here.
I'm gonna hold onto that.
I'm gonna need that later.
No fucking way.
That line was fucking cringe.
I'm flipped.
BIGPUFFER
I’m gonna skip everyone.
Why the fuck did I do this?
You just used it.
I don’t think it matters.
How do you drive this thing?
Fucking help me!
Don’t shoot me in the face.
What the fuck am I wearing?
Do you think I can jump to you?
Eyes on the road, mother fucker.
ELILIKESRICE
You killed him, you literally killed him.
Can you break that?
I literally just gave you six.
Don't waste your ammo, you might need it.
I didn't even have the chance to read the instructions.
Wait, why didn't you play that earlier?
Who do I want?
I like how that sounds.
You finally got the 50?
No, this is cringe.
BYZE
I used them all up.
I do not care.
It is what it is.
I'm stressed, I'm fucking stressed.
I'm impressed that bike made it this far, I gotta be honest.
I'm nowhere near the ground!
I already hate this.
Let's just put this down and get the game started.
I didn't feel like it.
Where's that confidence at, bitch?
KRYOZ
If they can't follow along, let them fucking behind.
They need to fucking learn to walk if they're going to run.
You could've grabbed more.
Should we high five?
I wasn't fully ready, so I smacked my mic.
I'm actually so horny thinking about that.
It was actually almost not beneficial.
You fool, you absolute fool.
You guys, I just realized, they're making it a competition so we work harder for less pay.
We have to revolt.
#banana bus squad#bbs#banana bus squad prompts#bbs prompts#smii7y#fl0m#blarg#grizzy#bigpuffer#elilikesrice#byze#kryoz#bbs dialogue prompts#rpf#rpf prompts#tw swearing#text#words
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