#i feel like i bent myself fucking backwards to try to make this work and in the end
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we love spending the entire day trying to prepare for something just for everything in the day to go wrong that you end up not doing the one thing you spent all your energy on today preparing for
#i woke up early and did my hair i bought clothes beforehand bc i didn't have any professional ones i ironed my fucking clothes#i printed resumes i came up with this whole stupid plan to fit all of my stuff into this tiny bag so i could go to class and then change in#the bathroom into the professional clothes later it took me like half an hour just the figure out how to pack the bag so everything fit#i spent half of my first class researching companies and writing scripts so what to say so i could try to make a good impression#i feel like i bent myself fucking backwards to try to make this work and in the end#i burned my leg by hot soup i cried for an hour i forgot to actually eat lunch i went to buy some because i didn't have energy to make any#the fucking train got in my way on the way to pick up my food and i got every traffic light possible so i didn't make it home until 5:30#and at that point i had come up with a new plan to get to the stupid fucking career fair but by the time i got home i realized.#it ends at 6. they start packing up about a half hour before. everyone i saw outside was leaving not going there. i was too fucking late#so now i'm sitting in bed not having accomplished anything eating my shitty lunch/dinner hoping this will all be worth it in the end#like i swear to god if i end up graduating college unemployed i might actually kill myself. i've worked too fucking hard to be a failure#shut up hanna
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❤️I Was Made For Lovin’ You
Eddie makes you watch him use his fleshlight instead of fucking you because you were bad all day.
Totally not Dalia 👀 🏃♀️
OI OI 👀
TW// 18+, masturbation (m receiving), use of sex toys, dirty talk, degradation, quick mentions of blood, voyeurism, let me know if i missed anything !!
You’ll admit it, you were being a brat all day. Not on purpose, you just woke up in a mood. Not listening to what Eddie said, disagreeing with everything, not giving him the attention he wanted. And you could tell it was getting to him.
One thing that always worked when you guys went through things like this, was sex. It was the easiest way for you to make up. But not this time.
You sat next to him on the couch and started kissing his neck, rubbing your hand up his thigh before he pushed you away. You sat there in shock as he stood up and made his way to the bedroom.
You gave him a few minutes to cool off before following him. Once you reach the door, you see him sprawled out on the bed reading his book.
“Baby? I’m- i’m sorry for being so shitty today. I didn’t mean to make you upset. I guess I just woke up in a bad mood, and took it out on you.” You try to apologize, but Eddie doesn’t look up from his book. “Just… just let me know what I can do to make it up to you, please?”
He doesn’t even glance your way as he sets the book on the bedside table and starts to pull his pants down, revealing his half hard cock. You try to choke back a moan as a shock is sent straight in between your legs.
He opens the drawer next to him, pulling out his rubber toy and a bottle of lube. He squirts some on the toy along with his cock, as he slowly starts to stroke himself with his hand.
“You always want my cock when you’ve been a bad girl. But you’re not getting it that easily this time.” He makes eye contact with you as he continues to pump himself, his length growing in his hand. “You can make it up to me by standing there and watching what you’re gonna be missing out on today.”
You don’t realize you’re biting your lip until you taste the slight metallic flavor of your blood on your tongue. You squeeze your legs together to try and release some of the tension between them as you watch him sink his rubber toy down his length.
“Such a greedy little whore.” He chuckles as he watches you rub your thighs back and forth. “Can’t even go two minutes with my cock in front of you before you want it, hm? Ain’t gonna happen, sweetheart.”
He moves the toy faster up and down his cock, the wet schlick sounds filling the air. He throws his head back slightly as he lets out a string of soft moans at the feelings.
“Wish this was your wet cunt, don’t you baby?” He asks, his head still bent backwards as you mumble an mm-hm, still trying to release your own frustration, but it isn’t working.
He sets a fast paced rhythm, moaning as you see his cock twitching inside of the toy. You know he’s close to release, so you walk closer to the bed before he turns to look at you.
“Nuh-uh. Stop right there.” He widens his eyes at your movement as you halt your footsteps just right before the edge of the bed. “You’re gonna watch as I cum all over myself and wish it was your pussy.”
You let out a small whimper, but nod your head as you watch his pre-cum leak out of the tip. He speeds up for his last few strokes, thrusting his hips up into the toy before shooting ropes of cum along his stomach with a loud moan.
“Fuuuuck.” He groans as he moves the toy slowly, milking himself for all he’s worth until he can’t take anymore.
His chest heaves up and down as he catches his breath, looking between you and the mess he’s now made on himself. He slowly removes the toy from himself before looking at you and making a come here motion with his fingers.
“Go ahead and clean me up, baby. Cause that’s all you’re gonna get tonight.”
#angels meet and greet#1.4 celebration#eddie munson#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader
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AITA for outing my sisters (SECOND) pregnancy and causing drama
I (20f) am aware that accidents happen, but she doesn't even know the man to her (22f) first (thusly no child support is involved in this equation). Discovery of this information is due to me being the one that does the bathroom trash. It was... not well hidden, to say the least.
Pure flavor and context, our relationship would be less rocky if she had any sense of responsibility at all. From 15 onwards constantly out of money yet up the ass of every hangout/party in town, constantly trying to make it anyone else's job to keep her entertained. Has very much dropped out of college for #1.
But, actual event wise... I get to the trash can, and I'm thinking... oh god, not again. And so soon? Because baby #1 is about 10 months (male if it matters) at sending. Mom has already bent over backwards to handle this without destroying *my* attempts at college, and there's not a doubt in my mind my sister would have gladly gone "Surprise! Not my problem now🎊! " if I'd given her the space to do so.
Phrasing it like that feels mean, but it's been 98% mom doing it all. Diapers, feedings, you name it. If it's not cute enough for social media my sister has not put her hands on it. In my moms fantasy world this was to give my sister the chance to go back to the local college.
Now at first I didn't actually plan to say much of anything. It just... seemed risky in a way I didn't want the backlash for. But a friend of mine and her girlfriend were moving, and their planned roommate bailed, and I do very much have a job an can pay rent. The nitty gritty is way more complicated than that but I'm trying to not bog this down.
I waffle for a couple of days as I process the whole thing but I commit to thinking later and acting now about moving and by what's month 1.75 I'm planning what posters of mine to take/leave. There's been a second confirming test popping up in the trash.
I have to tell my mom, finally, that in three weeks to a month I'm gone. Slightly unsurprisingly, I get asked "Well, why? Why now?"
I did kind of think through it in advance, but honestly every other small reason just... left me? I choked HARD and y'all know the blank "ohshit" moment where you've got Nothing.
It was a messy conversation and I'm skipping a lot, but thankfully dad and sis were out to not hear it. She didn't fully believe me until I walked out the door to the new appartment, and it didn't end there technically, but I just sorta grey rocked it with the sole give that I think mom is going to collapse over this because she's not twenty some anymore chasing *us*, and I think mom wasn't processing it either until I was out the door.
Final stage, I've packed and am seconds from leaving. Mom asks one final question of "What exactly would you suggest here, if it's real, then" in that tone where it's not about getting real answers, it's about shaming me. She is scathingly told to make my sister homeless about it if she doesn't abort, so that it'll maybe motivate her to at least get child support if not put a stop to the slope of shitting them out like litters.
Roommates are fine thus far, but I'm introverted and don't really leave my room unless I need something so the space for conflicts are minimal. So I'm a week into the new apartment (thusly she's 3 to 3.25 months pregnant) when I get a heated, ranting phone call. I sure hope you can figure out who's calling that's *mad*.
First of all apparently I'm a cunt for taking the joy of announcement away from my, as she tried and got "We know." Because that is so fucking important for a college drop out on kid #2 to have, apparently.
More interestingly I'm apparently a double cunt because mom had been toying with asking me for rent, as my sister doesn't work either and babies are expensive. This was not aired to me by mom herself, but even if I hadn't asked her myself afterwards I wouldn't have doubted that part.
And I'm apparently a mega triple cunt, because (as I turned around to interrogate mom about because. What?) mom had a crystalizing moment where it did very much click to her that my sister had no intentions of stepping up in anyway shape or form. Why she's jumped straight to "you abort or gtfo" like I suggested to be an asshole didn't get cleared up to me beyond "No, no. You're right. Responsibility must be taken."
A different friend has asked where the fucks my dad in this; spinless with no opinion because if he dares to dissent he'll implode. Moving on.
I think that while I might have jumped sharks everyone else is now on a plane of drama that I don't need to follow, and should in fact be kept the fuck out of. I also think I've also hit an anger stage of this whole situation so trust in my own narrative should be cautious.
I'm gonna, like, pause the emotional train here? And mention that I'm not asking about moving out. I'll be guilty about moving out specifically when my sister sucks my dick for forgiveness (note my 20f label). But this has dropped an emotional bomb in the family and my friend groups interconnected enough that they'd've heard about it even if I said nothing, and this is now hotly debated (and most of my friends are on mute on my phone lol), and by now it's no secret the ''make her homeless'' idea first came out of MY mouth, no matter how mortifying it is that it was taken seriously on impulse arguing about it is about seven steps behind where the debate needs to be.
Again, I'm at the point of anger feeling good. She gets irresponsibly knocked up once already, drops out of college and refuses to get a job, and then runs off and does it again after dumping all real work onto other people. I think she's lost the right to have happy fun time pregnancy, and I'm here to get a (late) opinion from people decidedly more objective than anyone I can speak to rn. It's not like the pregnancy won't be here in the time this takes to move through queue.
What are these acronyms?
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Bonus points if after hearing suguru say all that you say yes confidently when he asks if you're still on the pill even though you stopped taking it months ago. I mean how pretty would you look all swollen up because you're carrying a child; his child. Suguru couldn't possibly resist then, could he?
THIS IS SO TOXIC AND SO UNREALISTIC BUT YOU KNOW HDSHS
Nvm man I can't defend myself anymore 😭😭
CONTEXT SHUT UPPPPPP !! SHUT!!! UPPPPPP!!! like you'd give it to him soooo good, trying so desperately so make him stay. you'd have him lie on his back as he watches you put in all the work, proving to him that you're worth it, that he won't regret it if he stays, that you could make him so happy, could satisfy him - make him forget all about his problems. and he finds your desperation amusing really, because he's far too gone, you have a wanted criminal in your bed, you're kneeled in between the legs of murderer, his hand tangled in your hair as he gazes down at you, proped up on his elbows to take in the sinful sight that you are and he didn't know you had it in you to look this obscene, teary eyed and struggling to take him all in - to be this dirty, drooling all over him. it's like the idea of him being gone has suddenly awakened something in you, you who'd always been so hesitant to initiate sex with him, counting on him for guidance always, only whispering a bashful need you, ru when your head is resting on his lap during movie night and letting him take matters into his own hands, leaving it to him to do the rest, to take care of your needs as he lets his hand slide under the hem of your pijama shorts and you're left to bury your face on the warmth of his naked stomach, struggling to maintain eye contact when he tells you you sound so pretty or when he asks you god, baby. wanna tell me what you were thinking about? because you're soaking through the fabric of your panties. you, who'd always let your index finger dance on his thigh as you lay on his stomach in bed, getting fidgety instead of letting him know you want him, begging silently, hoping he'll know what you're asking for and suguru complies as he takes your wandering hand in his bigger one and moves it to rest atop the bulge on his boxers, go on, baby, guiding your hand up and down to help you stroke him and he'd always be vocal to encourage you, to let you know you make him feel so good, that you make a mess out of him. you turn him on so much with your timid nature but when you're kneeled before him like this, looking this debauched, he wonders if you'd always been like this yet too shy to show him this side of you, this side that's so eager, so ready to please.
"you want me to stay, baby?" and you only nod at him, thats all you can do really when your mouth is already so full of him "yeah? how bad do you want it?" and you could barely breathe properly anymore but your lips slide further down his lenght until your nose hits his pelvis, dutifully swallowing him whole, all of him, and there's hope swelling in your chest, proud as you watch his head swing backwards as it hits the headboard, the muscles of his abdomen contracting and the grip on your hair getting tighter as he drags out a low fuuuck, his other hand threads through his hair, pushing the strands that stick to his forehead backwards. you peak at him through your lashes, he’s a heavenly sight, swollen lips slightly parted as breathy moans escape through them, he's panting - completely lost in pleasure. its somewhat unconcious, the way he starts chasing after his high, the hand on the back of your head pushing you further down until you feel him hit the back of your throat. you inevitably choke around him which throws you into an uncontrollable coughing fit that delays his release “sorry.” you rest your cheek against his thigh and his brows furrows as he sits up on the matress, landing a slap on your ass that is way too conveniently bent up in the air “you’re so fucking good to me, baby” suguru bends down to kiss your temple then holds your face in his hands, forcing you to sit back on your knees as his thumb keeps stroking your cheek. “then stay. we’ll figure it out, ru.” you look him in the eye, giving him no way out. “i think it’s a little too late for that, princess”
oh.
so he fooled you. he came here and he fooled you into thinking that you could save him, that he wasn’t broken beyond repair, that you could make him stay when, really, he never came knocking on your door to beg for salvation, he never really wanted to be saved. lust. he only came as a sinner and not as one looking to repent but, instead, as one looking commit yet another sin. you feel betrayed.
“c’mon. ride it, baby.” he’s kissing down your neck and you’re numb, staring blankly ahead of you, thinking about all the ways you could’ve made him stay but you didn’t, thinking of all the ways you weren’t enough, desperately searching your head for something, anything that could make him change his mind. “make me cum really good like only you know how to do it, yeah? do it so i won’t forget. we might not be seeing each other for a while”
so you make one last effort. you ride him, you do it like it’s the last time you’ll ever do it, you start off slow, sensual, swallowing his moans as you kiss him tenderly, his hands are under your thighs, helping you set the pace, your chest is squeezed against his, your nipples brushing against his with every tempting roll of your hips and you’re both way too sensitive this deep into the night, every gentle touch eliciting a moan that is higher, needier than the latter, his head falls backwards revealing the skin of his throat to you and you nibble on his adam apple which makes him smile amidst a groan before holding his index and middle finger up to your mouth “suck.” now smiling down at you, a dangerous glint in his eyes. you're whining around his fingers, your movements getting more erratic as things begin to take a sudden turn. suguru is moaning shamelessly on your ear, thrusting up into you, chasing after the high he's been craving ever since he walked through your door, hands gripping your hips and teeth sunk into your shoulder as your nails claw onto his and its rough, it's needy on both ends and so messy. "wanna cum with me, baby?" he manages to choke out the words in between heavy breaths and you've long since lost the ability to speak as he keeps on thrusting up into you with reckless abandon, you don't say anything, only moaning uncontrollably, but he knows you're close from the way your body is starting to get tense in his embrace, so his hand reaches down between your legs to add on to the pleasure he’s giving you and you're shaking in his arms - you've long since lost control but it's always been like this with him, it's always so easy to submit to him, to give in to him, to let him take control over you. "cum." and you do, as if waiting for him to guide you, like he always does. he cums with a kiss to your forehead, eyes tightly shut as he presses his lips harder against your skin to try to supress the loud groan that threatens to escape past his throat and you have half a mind to wrap your legs tightly around his waist, keeping him buried deep inside you - refusing to let him go and he doesn’t make much of an effort to pull away from you anyways. "god, baby." he hisses as you begin to move your hips again, leaving sloppy kisses on his jaw "just give me a minute and we can go again."
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Accidents Happen - Noah Sebastian Smut
AN: Here is the Noah kinky sex request, the request asked that they realize after they forgot protection. It turned into not so much kinky but rather a dominate Noah, but I hope that worked out how you wanted it! Hope you enjoy, I enjoyed writing this one!
You grab Noah’s arm the second he finds his way off stage, already sweaty and slightly out of breath, and start pulling him away from everyone. He slightly pulls against you, annoyed with whatever it is you are trying to do. Since when are you one to try and make him do anything, that is his place in this relationship, not yours.
“What the fuck are you trying to do?” he asks you, trying to yank himself out of your grip.
“Shut the fuck up and follow me,” you respond, continuing to try and pull him off to the side again.
“Wha-” he goes to ask you again as you shove him inside an empty room that you found earlier while exploring the venue. Suddenly sliding down on your knees in front of him.
“I thought I said shut up,” you say again, this time more annoyed as you start to pull his jeans that he has on and boxers down his legs. Starting to lightly toy with his cock as you work on getting it hard for you.
“Can I atleast as what led to this?” He asks you, amused as he watches you on your knees, trying to start things yourself at this point. Something you never usually do, unless you know for a fact it is what he wants you to do.
“Fuck, the way you looked on stage. You were way too hot, bent over backwards like you were at one point, and your growls. Listen, can’t fully explain it but I fucking need you, need to remind myself that you are mine and not all those other girls that I know you turned on,” you answer, your grip getting slightly tighter now that he is half hard in your hand.
“So your solution towards being jealous that I gave everyone a show is to blow me?” He can’t hide the smirk that is on his face. The cocky bastard thinking he may need to act like that more on stage when you are around if it turns you into this. “You think that acting like my whore puts you above anyone else?”
“Yes because I am the only one who gets to be a whore for you, now shut up,” you repeat.
Your lips now wrap around the head of his cock while your tongue teases his slit, getting him nice and wet for you before you start to slowly slide down. You know you are teasing him but he deserves it after the way he just teased you from on stage.
“You realize that someone is going to come look for us any second. Why don’t you wait until we get back to the hotel, and then I can actually turn you into the good whore we both know you are,” he asks you, trying to pull you off of him. “I promise, the second we get back you can do whatever you decide to.”
“Ugh fine, better not take too long to get back asshole,” you groan, slipping away from him so that he can tuck himself back in his pants. “Can you bring the glove back with you, it gives me thoughts.”
He laughs, watching as you get up clearly feeling a little dejected. “Yes, I can put the glove on when we get to our room. Now stand up, I can’t go soft if you’re still on your knees for me like that.”
You do as he asks, a slight pout on your face as he settles down and you both walk back out of the room. You know he wasn’t straight up rejecting you but part of you feels like it, why would any man turn down head? Especially Noah, who you are convinced loves it more than he loves actually fucking you.
“What did you do to y/n? She looks pissed?” Jolly asks, glancing at the two of you as you step back into the green room.
“Oh nothing, she’ll get over it soon enough.”
The second the two of you are in your hotel room he has your back shoved up against the inside of the door, his lips on yours as he slides his hand to lightly grip your throat. You gasp when it settles there, not from it being painful but just because of how much that simple act turned you on. Clenching your thighs slightly as he pulls away from your lips, biting your lip as he does so before finally letting it go.
“You think that you could get away with the little stunt you tried to pull earlier? That I would be okay with you talking to me like that? I think maybe we should put your mouth to good use,” he says, a threatening tone in his voice.
One of his hands settles on your shoulder as he lightly pushes you down onto your knees. You look up at him, waiting for him to make a move so you know what is expected from you. He has you right where he wants you and honestly… you like it when Noah is like this with you. Putting you in your place, not that you would ever tell anyone that you let him treat you like this.
You watch as he slides his shorts and boxers down his legs, before stepping out of them and kicking them out of the way before he starts to stroke himself as you watch. His eyes watch your face closely as you watch his movements, waiting for him to give you the chance to wrap your lips around him. Waiting for him to allow you to do anything, ready for anything.
“You think I should let you join in after you acted like a brat earlier? That I should let you do what you want instead of making you watch me finish myself off?” He asks you, making you look up and meet his eyes.
“Please,” you whine, hoping that if you ask he might cave.
“Fine, open up,” he growls out, letting you lean in so that you can wrap your lips around the head while he lets out a groan.
You swipe your tongue along his slit, tasting his precum that is leaking out before you dip your head lower, taking more of him in your mouth. Knowing that if you dared try to tease him at this point that it will just end even worse for you. Noah has other plans and instead of letting you warm up he settles a hand in your hair, tugging you down so that you take all of him at once. Your throat constricts around him as you try to get used to the feeling, him holding you there until your muscles relax some before he lets you up. But rather than giving you time to get to work yourself on him he begins to rock his hips, thrusting into your mouth as you sit there and take him.
“Fuck, you are such a good whore for me, taking my cock so well,” he lets out, slowly getting harsher with you.
You can tell by how rough his thrusts are getting that you are going to have a sore throat tomorrow, but do you really care about this right now? The answer is no, you are enjoying him using you for his own pleasure right now. You are enjoying being his own little fuck toy and will let him continue to for as long as he wants.
After a particularly harsh thrust he pulls away, giving you a moment to catch your breath as you move your hand to stroke him. Not wanting him to lose the orgasm that is building just because you need a second. When you feel steady again you take him back into your mouth, letting him jump right back in to fucking your throat. Your hand moving to lightly toy with his balls, something you have learned he loves in your time together. You close your eyes, letting him continue to chase his own high before he finally pulls away with a “fuck.”
“On the bed baby, lose all your clothing for me,” he says, grabbing your arm so he can help you up off the floor.
When you go to strip he stops you, changing his mind and deciding that he wants to be the one to remove your clothing, to unwrap you like the gift that you are. You gladly let him, lifting your arms so he can pull your shirt off of you, slightly gasping when he takes your leggings and panties off, leaving a harsh slap against your ass before he tells you to lay down.
You climb into the bed and do as he asks, him settling between your thighs as he watches you closely. Looking up at you before he dips his head down and leaves a teasing lick along your slit, leaving trails of his tongue next to your clit but never quite where you want him. Wanting to torment you and have you begging to finally move to where you need him, but you fight it, not wanting to give him that satisfaction.
“You know all you have to do to get what you want is ask princess,” he says, pulling away to look at you with a smirk. “If not I could edge you all fucking night, and you know that I mean that. I’ve done it before.”
You just bite your lip when he moves tongue around where you need him most, before he dips it lower and teases your opening before backing away again, making you whine.
“Fine, fuck. Please Noah,” you ask, whining as you shift your hips.
“Please what?” he questions, completely lifting his head away to look up at you with a look.
“Fuck fine, please eat my pussy Noah, I want to cum,” you groan, slightly embarassed to have asked but giving no fucks about it at that point. You need it.
He doesn’t respond but dips his head back down to suck your between his lips as he finally gives it actual attention, two fingers dipping inside of you at the same time as he works you over. Lapping at you like a starved man while his fingers roughly move inside of you, hitting all the spots that drive you crazy, bringing you closer and closer to the edge but not quite enough.
You move your own hands to your chest, playing with your nipples as you grow closer and closer from Noah’s actions. When you finally fall over the edge you let out a moan that he swears could have gotten him off by itself while arching your back off the bed. Deciding that it one wasn’t enough and he had to bring you to another one before he will let up and fuck you. He lets up a little bit while you come down from your high before starting back up. Just as rough if not more so than before.
“Okay, give me one more baby and then I’ll fuck you okay, one more. I know you can do it,” he says, before dipping his head and going back to work.
You can’t help but squirm as he goes, now feeling extra sensitive after your first orgasm. He knows it too, knows that he has you right where he wants you. He loves when you are a sensitive mess underneath him, all fucked out. When you abruptly finish a second time he smiles to himself, he knows that only he can make you this way.
He moves so that he is now leaning over you, pulling your lips into a kiss as he rubs his length against you, coating himself in your slick before he moves to slide inside of you. Both of you groaned into the kiss from how great it felt. Afterall, it has been several weeks since you have had the chance to be with each other like this.
He doesn’t give you much time to adjust, choosing to start harshly thrusting into your wet heat, not wanting to prolong the moment any longer as he finally starts to fuck you. By the way you are a squirming, moaning mess underneath him he knows that you aren’t complaining about it any. In fact, if he had to guess you are enjoying yourself. You purposely clench around him, knowing that it will get to him and it does.
He groans, his eyes meeting yours. “Touch yourself like you do when I am gone, I want to feel you cum on my cock before I finish.”
You do as he asks, moving your hand down between the two of you so that you can start to circle your overly sensitive clit with your fingers. You throwing your head back when the action sends you dangerously close to your ending already, it should be illegal how fucking amazing it feels at this moment.
“That’s it, come on baby, cum for me,” he whispers in your ear, egging you on because he knows that he doesn’t have much longer in him before he finishes.
His words are enough to throw you over the edge for the third and final time, you moaning his name as he continues to fuck you through it. Your eyes closing as you settle into an overstimulated mess, hyper sensitive as he continues before he finally finishes, cumming inside of you with a groan of his own before slowly stopping his movements.
When you both come down from the moment he leans down, pulling you into a gentle kiss as he slips himself out of you. His forehead now resting against your own as the two of you continue to share these sweet kisses, him whispering praises against your lips before he moves so you can go clean yourself up.
“Uh Noah, we didn’t use a condom,” you realize when you are about halfway to the bathroom, the fog of the moment has died down some and now that you are thinking straight you are slightly panicked.
“Shit, I-I didn’t even think about it, are you okay?” He asks, turning to look at you. Hoping that you aren’t too pissed off that he didn’t think about it when you two began.
“I’m fine, don’t let me forget that I have to run to the store in the morning so I can get plan B I guess,” you say with a giggle, before continuing your business in the bathroom.
“Or we just take our chances, I mean we’ve been together for quite awhile now and I am not against the idea,” he answers when you emerge from the bathroom, slipping your pajamas on before you slip into bed, him quickly settling next to you. Your head now rests on his chest as he starts to toy with the strands of your hair.
“I think I am still going with plan B, I would love kids with you but why don’t we wait until things settle some for Bad Omens so that I can have you around for everything before we have a baby,” you suggest softly, hoping that you aren’t hurting his feelings by saying this.
“You’re right, that is probably for the best. I’m sorry I didn’t think of it,” he says softly, feeling slightly guilty. He is the guy after all, so he should have thought about it before he even considered being inside of you.
“I should have thought of it too, it happens. Now no more serious talk, you wore me out and all I want to think about is cuddling up with you and relaxing. We only have one more day before I have to leave again and I don’t want to waste time with us worrying about a mistake,” you say softly.
“I love you,” he responds, leaning so he can place a kiss on your forehead before settling back into the pillows. If you want to end the night cuddling as you both go to bed he can give you that.
In fact, that sounds rather nice to him as well.
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summary: Mammon's list of gender-neutral nicknames to call the ((cute)) stupid customer who keeps ordering shitty drinks
[Fic on A03]
He could feel a bead of sweat trickle down his neck as he stared at them.
Fuck.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck-
Damnit.
He stared at them more, holding the freezing cup at arm's length, as he tried to will them to look at him. Maybe he had developed some kind of psychic power in the last 5 minutes?
Turn around. Turn around. Turn around.
Nope. No powers. They still sat hunched, eyes glued to their phone as they scrolled through it. He was just as human and useless as he was 5 minutes ago.
Fuck. Stupid.
It wasn't a big deal.
It shouldn't be a big deal.
But Lucifer.
But Lucifer was a perfectionist asshole with eyes and ears in every corner. Any minor slip up on Mammon's part would be taken as yet another typical grand failure.
But Lucifer had got him this job. Had pulled strings with his boyfriend's boss's friend. Had bent over backwards to promise Barbatos that letting Mammon work at his small yet beloved coffee shop wasn't a bad decision. That Mammon wouldn't screw this up like all the other jobs he's had. Like all the other chances he'd been given.
But Lucifer had said this would be his last chance. He knew it wasn't. It had been his last chance the time before. And the time before that. And the time before that. Lucifer would sigh and yell and sigh again but he'd clean up Mammon's messes. Pay his debts. And give him another chance.
But. Mammon didn't want to mess up. He wanted to keep this job. Wanted to pay off his own debt for once. Wanted to make his big brother proud.
What he didn't want was to piss off Barbatos by destroying his self proclaimed Perfect Customer Service™ on his second day.
Fuck.
This was all their fault. What special kind of dumbass ordered this ice blended caramel, chocolate caffeine monstrosity in the dead of winter anyway.
He took a breath. The chill of the drink was starting to numb his fingers, and condensation was forming on the sides of the cup. Fuck. Okay, he needed to get this over with. He opened his mouth,
"HEY, DUMBASS!"
FUCK.
The person stopped. Their frozen finger hovering over their screen before slowly, with robotic motions, they looked up to stare him dead in the eye. Again, with stilted movement, they looked around the empty shop before turning back to him.
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck-
Mammon's fingers trembled around the still awkwardly outstretched cup. His face flushed and he bit his cheek to stop his eyes from tearing up out of pure frustration. Why didn't he ever think before he spoke. Why was he so stu-
"Thank you."
Mammon blinked.
They gently took the cup from his grip, face breaking out in a bright smile that crinkled their nose. "I've heard a lot of mispronounced names but Dumbass has gotta be a whole new one."
Mammon floundered. "I - uh -"
"Is it the beanie?" They cut him off, pointing at what was probably the ugliest, most misshapen, thing he had ever seen, sitting atop their head. "I made it myself," they said, beaming proudly.
"Was the drink. 'S cold," he answered in a bit of a stupor.
"Ah," they said, nodding wisely.
They stared at each other for an hour long 5 seconds, Mammon resisting the urge to bounce on his heels, to say something while their grin transformed into something smaller, softer.
"Well," they jiggled their cup making the icy liquid slosh against the cap, "I'll be going then. See you."
"See ya."
And they were gone.
His face burned.
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He could feel a bead of sweat trickle down his neck as he stared at them.
Fuck.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck-
Damnit.
It wasn't his fault. It wasn't. There had been a rush and he'd let his body work on autopilot as his mind had drifted to more interesting things. Specifically, payday. It made sense that he'd miss a name or two.
He glared at their turned back. Trying to drag their name out from whatever corner of his mind it had vanished to, he eyed the unintelligible squiggles he'd written on the side of the cup. He took a breath. Opened his mouth,
"OI RED!"
Christ what was wrong with him.
Their head snapped his way and oh. His gaze drifted down to the monstrosity in his hand.
Oh.
His ears were already red when he looked at the same bright smile he had seen just a week prior.
"I THOUGHT I WAS DUMBASS?" They yelled back from their seat across the cafe, seemingly taking no note of the audience they had gained.
With a snort and his own lopsided grin he waved them over.
"Ya hoodie was so bright it overwhelmed the stupidity of ya drink."
They tugged at the offensively red hoodie in question. "That's fair."
"Ya made that too?"
"I'm honoured you have such faith in my craft."
He didn't know eyes could twinkle in real life. Wasn't that just something for Satan's books or Levi's anime.
"It wasn't a compliment," he replied, a bit numbly as they smiled once more and turned around with a "See you."
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He stared at them and they stared back evenly. Shit. How'd he miss their name a third time!?
Taking a breath,
"YO HUMAN!"
Even from across the room, he could hear the unflattering snort. It made something in his stomach flutter.
"Is this cause you're a demon?" They ask as they near the counter.
"What."
"Your name," they say, "Mammon. Isn't that demonic? Something about money?"
"How'd ya know my name!" He doesn't mean to snap but all he hears is Loan Shark. Loan Shark. Loan Shark. Loan Sha-
"Your nametag, dumbass." They say, tapping at their own chest.
Oh.
"Oh. Ya not a loan shark."
"Nope."
"Ah. Ugh...our father."
"What?" Their head tilts slightly.
Shit. Why was that cute.
"Guy was really religious. Decided to celebrate that by naming all his kids after demons. Ya should meet Lucifer, bastard really lives up to his name. Actually. Wait. Don't. Ya shouldn't meet him. You'd probably fall in love with him."
"Big guy? Grumpy face?"
"...ya know him?"
They shook their head. "I know Barbatos and Diavolo. Only met Lucifer a couple of times," they hum to themselves "didn't really fall in love with him."
"Good."
"Good?"
"I- um- ah that is!" Shit shit his face was heating up "he's such an asshole! And ya deserve a dumbass! Cause of ya...dumbassery..." He needed to throw himself in front of a speeding vehicle.
They smiled, nodding like he had said something profound instead of whatever word vomit he had just spewed, "You're right. I do deserve a dumbass. Thank you, Mammon."
They smile sweetly before heading out and Mammon is left feeling like he missed something monumental.
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"Hey, Dummy! Gotcha caffeinated cavity in a cup right here."
"You're the best, Mammon!"
"I...am? Ah! Course I am! I'm The Great Mammon, after all! What'd ya do without me!"
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"Here you go, you gremlin. Enjoy."
Their smile is bright as ever. His heart threatens to burst.
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"Hey tiny! Ya hear?"
"Mammon, you're barely any taller than me!"
"Yeah, yeah, keep living in ya fantasy world! Now, did ya hear? 'Bout the vacation."
"Diavolo mentioned it. It'll be fun to meet the rest of your brothers."
"Pfffttt yeah right! Listen, ya knew me first so ya gotta spend time with me. I still needta figure out ya name. I can't have those jerks beatin' me to it!"
"Ah, sure Mammon. Anything to please my favourite barista."
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"Ya still on for movie night?"
"Horror?"
"NO!"
"Why not? You're cute when you cling on to me and cry."
"Dick."
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"Can't ya ever order anythin' else, brat?"
"Nope."
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"Darlin',"
"Love,"
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He wrapped his arms around their waist and hooked his chin over their shoulder. He could hear his brothers moving about the house. The smell of frying bacon probably waking them.
"Babe." He said.
"Dumbass." They replied.
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"Mine." He growled.
"Mine." They whispered.
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"And this," he'd say to anyone who'd listen, "is my partner in crime."
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[First Posted: 28th July 2020]
[Fic on AO3]
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Bruh, I just want Dabi to give me a spanking. Sometimes I imagine those rough scarred hands leaving prints on my ass. Like yes Daddy, punish me, help me relieve some stress. Then here comes Keigo saying " A spanking would be nice, but you know what would be really nice?" "Cuddles and kisses."
Parings: Dabi x Reader x Keigo
Word count: 651
Tags: Very suggestive, but fluff at the end.
Sometimes when work becomes too much, the gals from sales invite me out for drinks. They usually pick the place and we have a splendid time, drinking alcoholic drinks, bitching about work, and eating mouth-watering food. Normally I sober up or only have two drinks, but today was a doozy. Instead of my two drinks, I drank four watermelon mojitos, and well... I can't remember how I got home but...
"Cmon, Dabi, spank me~" I goad my lover as I position myself bent over the kitchen counter.
I can hear his tell-tale laughter gracing my ears. "My doll wants a spanking, huh?" The heat from his hands clutching my ass gives me a threat of what's to come if I keep teasing him.
"But I want it, Daddy, I've been a bad girl." I tease.
my left foot slowly rises backward to sensually tease the villain. He playfully spanks my ass as he slowly invades the space behind me, effectively caging me onto the kitchen counter.
"Naughty girl, huh?" he laughs as his hands wrap around my waist to pull me up from the counter.
I let out a soft moan as my hips raise to meet his stiff, clothed cock. he allows me to fully lay back on him and absorb his warmth as he gently massages my sides. his lips find purchase on my neck as he nibbles on my neck.
Heady moans spill from my lips as I grind back on Dabi's hard dick. his scarred heads wander up and down my body as they finally land on their prize, my clothed breasts.
"Please Dabi, take me." I moan around his thumb as his teeth litter bite marks on my skin.
The fire in my belly rages with desire as Dabi chuckles darkly and gives me a harsh thrust from his hips.
"Damn doll," he grunts. "How many drinks did you have?" he chuckles as his thumb leaves my mouth.
"Please Dabi, help me relieve some stress."
At some point, the villain crashes our mouths together in a heated embrace. His tongue tastes faintly of whiskey and cherry, Dabi’s tongue dominates mine, as the feel of his clothed cock rubs up against the crotch of my tight slacks. A harsh cough cuts through the lust-filled display in the kitchen.
When Keigo received a call from Dabi thirty minutes ago concerning you, Keigo said “Try not to fuck in the kitchen, we eat in there.” he laughed as he sailed through the skies, trying to finish up his night patrols.
Now here he is watching his lovers attempt to fuck in the kitchen, or at least on one of the counters. Honey-colored eyes narrow threateningly at Dabi as the villain in turn gives a dry chuckle.
“Fuck.” Dabi chuckles wryly.
Keigo shakes his head and stalks over to the both of you. “You call me and say our baby bird is drunk, I tell you don’t fuck in the kitchen, and what are you two doing? Trying to fuck in the kitchen,” he emphasizes by pointing to the kitchen counter that your ass is resting upon.
“Kegio~ he’s just helping me relieve some stress.” you slurred while seductively wrapping a leg around Dabi’s waist.
“You two do realize that other people live here, right?” the avian hero states flatly.
When you whine irritation, Keigo palms his face and exhales the irritated breath that he was holding. “You know what? No, we're not doing this, we're cuddling and going to sleep.” Keigo gripes as he untangles you from Dabi.
You drunkenly complain about Keigo being mean, but when you feel soft kisses on your cheeks, you settle down immediately. Keigo makes a snarky comment about you being a kitten but it doesn’t stick when he carries you bridal style into the living room and gracefully deposits you on the couch.
No one got fucked or spanked that night, no one.
#ramenwrites#🧋thirst series#🧋Dabi thirst#🧋Keigo thirst#🧋Hawks thirst#Dabi fluff#Keigo fluff#Dabi x reader#Keigo x reader#hawks x reader#very suggestive#only in the beginning#dabi drabble#hawks drabble#keigo drabble
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Living rural, I often think about taking someone for a walk.
They know why we’re out here, among the dark pines and seen by no one but the birds. We’ve talked about this before, but never followed through.
We walk for what seems like an hour, long enough that their legs have begun to tremble slightly with exhaustion. They aren’t used to going so far- I handle most of the physical chores, content to let them watch. They’re regretting it now, as their thighs burn.
I know it’s more than their thighs burning as they stumble and I wrap a hand around their hip to keep them from falling over. Almost absentmindedly I reach between their thighs, slipping my fingers through the wetness there as they gasp. It’s not long enough to feel pleasure, but it’s certainly enough to remind them why they’re here.
It takes thirty more minutes before they beg me to slow down, to take a break before they collapse. My smile is wolfish as I slow and hear them finally drop to their knees behind me.
They’ve been so good, coming all the way out here for me, and I know what it is they want to stop for.
They’re preoccupied as I circle around behind them, sipping water. Almost as an afterthought I take the bottle from their hand, coaxing more down their throat while they swallow desperately to try and keep up.
It doesn’t work. Cool clear water spills down their throat, soaking into a thin tshirt stretched tight across their chest. It’s already damp with sweat, and I can see where their nipples have begun to poke through the fabric from the chill. I pull the bottle back, allowing them a moment to breathe, but not long.
Their eyes fixate in on my zipper as I slide it down and free my dick, hard and wet in front of their mouth. Their tongue lolls out, well trained as I sink my fingers into their hair and pull their face forward.
I feel them whimper against me as I hold them there, breathing in my scent as I drip onto their tongue. I step forward, fully over them as they bend backward to accommodate me.
Their tongue is hot on and inside of me and I grind over their face, determined to cover every inch in my scent and make them mine. I groan, long and low, confident there’s no one to hear.
“Drink up my cum, baby. You spilled all that water, so it’s all you’re going to get for a long while.” I feel their sucking get more insistent, now, like they’re trying to find sustenance hidden inside me. I laugh, pleasantly surprised by the obedience. I hear the condescension in my voice as I say “Yeah? You like that? You like it when I tell you to fucking swallow all of me?”
I feel them moan again, and my cock throbs on their tongue. “Get up.”
They don’t hesitate, pulling off of my cock and allowing me to guide them forward, over a log where rough bark presses into their stomach. I slide my hand over their back, and with it, I remove their thin shirt. I hear a gasp as the tree cuts into their sensitive chest, and I press down, lining myself up as I hear the gasp become a needy moan.
They’re desperately hot where my cock begs to enter them, soaking wet and swollen. I grin, wondering how many minutes in their lacy underwear began to chafe and cause an ache.
“I’m going to breed you, and you’re going to be good for me, yeah?” I feel them pulse around my cockhead, and I laugh again, dark and low.
“Oh I know baby. You need it, huh? You need me to drain my cum in you while you’re bent over for me, so you know I knocked you up? Maybe I should leave you here and let everyone know they can take you if they find you, hm? I wonder how many cocks it would take before your brain just melted out of your ears and you turned into a perfect fucktoy.” I run my hand up their spine as I say it, and on the downstroke I slip my hand around to the front and curl it into the soft wetness surrounding my cock, hissing air through my teeth at the sensation.
They mewl at the touch, desperate for me to make them cum around me, but I’m not ready for that just yet. I wrap the same damp hand around their side, flipping them over with me still buried deep inside. They just moan louder, and while I have plans for the position, I can’t help but rut into their tight little hole, groaning at how perfect it feels for me.
I lean back slowly and spit on our connection, and then quickly lean forward and grab their jaw, pushing more spit into their mouth.
At the moment our tongues brush, I begin to lick theirs, long and deep, and this is when I feel them cum. It’s a hard, desperate thing, and I feel them around me like they’re squeezing my cock, their tongue hanging out of their mouth for me to suck as I push deeper, right up against their cervix as I cum.
I hold them tight to me through the aftershocks, knees pressed against hard bark. After a minute or two, I start to hear their soft little whimpers, and a grin spreads over my face as I start to stretch them out once more.
We have a long day ahead of us.
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I'm just like. I'm super tired but I'm awake and thinking fuck man. I just never learnt to end things.
like I have only ever broken up with someone once and he threw me into a fucking wall and called everyone I knew and said he was going to kill himself and it was my fault. and that was when I was 18 and I haven't broken up with anyone since. even when my fucking girlfriend's housemate raped me and she just kept on going as if nothing happened and wiped it from her memory to the degree she was regularly telling me what a great safe lovely guy he was I still like. kept dating her for 2 more years with my heart fucking crushed. in the end she had to dump me for things to end.
and I feel like there's a throughline with that to like. how I never block people online. or delete posts.
like it's a particular kind of cowardice for sure. but making the decision to break off any potential for things to get better just doesn't feel like an option. like I just sit around and wait for things to get better which obviously they DON'T because not every possible relationship has the potential or impetus for reconciliation. until people who are attacking me give up and wander off and people who I'm close to get tired of me being a one way street.
but it's also just like this fucking. existential horror that cross up when I try to make decisions based on my own discomfort. that I'm being unfair or unreasonable. like that I'm asking too much or being too stubborn or selfish or understanding too little. like it needs to be someone else's decision to Not Talk To Me because I'm not trustworthy I'm not capable. of reason. if I got what I wanted if I listened to my own feelings I would suck people dry I would be monstrous. if I blocked people or stopped making time for people or whatever I would. be acting on this like. destructively selfish belief that I matter more than other people. which I can't live with.
but like the impact of that is I can't insist on mattering at all even to myself. like it's a nice to have, mattering, but you can't insist on it. you can't demand it. that would be Unreasonable.
and so like I can talk a big game about communication and boundaries and growth and healing but ultimately I am still. only allowing my feelings to matter to myself to the degree it's convenient for everyone else. I'm still avoiding demanding space or boundaries or care or change unless a) it's on someone else's behalf or b) I've gone around and around checking. that there's space for it. that nothing else important is happening and that I'm not going to be anyone's last straw.
and I'm just So Fucking Tired of being like this like it's not good for me and it's also not good for anyone who actually wants to have any kind of relationship or conversation or anything with me. cause it's not fair on other people to constantly wait for them to take on the burden of setting boundaries or deciding when things should change. like it's fucking cowardice on my part and it's way more selfish than just Managing My Boundaries
but it just
Doesn't Feel Like An Option. to put a hard line anywhere. I will talk about how I'm feeling until the cows come home and I might even be honest but I CAN'T. let go of the idea that if I just communicate clearer and give more ground and keep balancing. something better is possible.
and like yeah sometimes there's gotta be some give and take and it takes work and compromise to get somewhere good. but also some things are just finished, or non-starters, or aren't even things you particularly care about or people you'd particularly want in your life. some stuff is untenable. some stuff needs to change. some stuff was good but will get worse the longer you wait.
and I know all that. and it feels fucking stupid. and irrational. I have bent over backwards to keep people in my life who I don't even like! a whole bunch of times actually!!! that's how I spent most of my early 20s!!!!
and I genuinely thought that cutting contact with my dad might mark a change in me. like hello this is new Ruth, the Ruth with boundaries. the Ruth that recognises if every time you think about someone in your life you get this hollow ache inside and want to cry and scream all at once it probably means neither of you are getting much good out of that relationship.
but still
it feels
unthinkable
to imagine that I could make the choice to take myself out of someone's life. instead of waiting for them to make the decision for me.
it's just fucking avoidance is the thing. like it's genuinely cowardice. it's like not going to the doctor. it's hard to bite the bullet and make a decision. it's easy to just cling on in the blind faith that on a long enough timescale there'll be space for me to exist on my own terms for a bit, and to matter, and I'll be understood, and yeah on a long enough timescale there'll be some kind of balance. if I just wait and keep waiting and don't admit any need or pain about it except when I HAVE to.
#red said#sam and kofi would appreciate if you didn't read this. it isn't about you but it is a sore spot that I'm not ready to talk about atm
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Boston Bitchin'
"My eyes are up here, darling."
"Yeah, but your knife sure isn't," I answer, keeping my eyes trained on the weapon. "If you would be so kind as to lower it, I could gaze into your eyes unfettered by the fear of being skewered." I"m standing on top of a random apartment building in Boston, fighting my stalker to the death. Ridiculous.
"Maybe I like striking fear into your heart," they say, and I can practically hear the grin in their voice. Even more ridiculous. "You would," I mutter. If I could keep them distracted for just a little longer..."What's that supposed to mean?" "Nothing, only that you seem to be the type to enjoy scaring poor, helpless vigilantes." "Poor and helpless?" they laugh. "You?" I grin. "Well, maybe not helpless."
I strike them in the throat, knock the knife out of their hand, and vault backwards, drawing my own sword. "En garde, Lokison."
They raise their eyebrows. "Very, very good. I suppose you think you've won this battle?" "Well, I've got this big ass sword and you're unarmed. I wouldn't call this a battle," I say, feeling very pleased with myself. "I guess not," they admit, raising their hands above their head. "I surrender to you, hero. Cart me off to prison, or wherever you big, wonderful organizations take evildoers." "I keep telling you, I'm a vigilante. I don't work for those corporate dickheads. Now, on your knees with your hands behind your head." "Whatever you say, hero," they say. Too late, I notice their uncharacteristic compliance, the tension of their muscles, the laughing aggression in their eyes.
"Fuck," I whisper as I crash to the ground.
Coiling around me like a metallic serpent is the chain section of a garrote. Lokison is kneeling over me, mismatched eyes shining down at me over their mask. "Not much of a battle at all." "Screw you," I groan. "Don't blame me for your embarrassing lack of foresight," they smile. I can hear the smugness in their voice, even through their mask. "Whatever." I say sullenly. "So now what? You've been stalking me for the past week, and now you've finally got me all tied up on a random roof. What's your master plan?"
"We're going to have a friendly little chat," they reply. "And you're going to tell me everything I want to know." I almost smile. "Because you're so persuasive, right? You're going to charm me into revealing all my secrets." "I could try that," they agree. "But there are far more effective ways to make you talk." They thrust a hand into my hair and drag me to the corner of a roof, propping me against the railing.
"So you're into hair pulling," I say, trying to look as in control as possible. They're standing very close to me, arms folded, head bent down towards me. Their hair is falling across their forehead and casting shadows into the brilliance of their eyes. They tilt their head, and their eyes pucker as though they're smiling. Shit.
"Among other things." "Such as?" "Why do you want to know?" "So I know what to do later, obviously," I respond bitingly. "Well then," they murmur, crouching beside me, "What name do you want me to call out? Is it Kyle? You look like a Kyle." "Oh yes, this is an interrogation, isn't it?" My heart is thumping out warnings. They're manipulating you. Stay focused. Don't look into their eyes. Don't look into their wide, golden brown, glowing eyes... "Whatever your mother's name is," I say.
They chuckle. "Loki doesn't suit you much." I pause. "Loki's your.....mom?" They explain in a sweet voice, "You see, my dear vigilante, not everyone is cisgender. My mother and I are examples. Understand?" "I do. So does Lokison still work or should I just call you a bitch?" They pause in surprise and then burst out laughing. "That's Grand High Bitch to you." "My bad, your bitchliness," I say drolly. "Now can we carry on with the interrogation?" "Of course, of course. I would hate to deny you such a blissful experience," they say.
"How did you know that I was related to Loki?" I grin at them. "Wouldn't you like to know?" "Duh," They answer. "That's why I asked." "Then now would probably be a good time to pull out that oh-so-effective method of yours," I reply. I really, really hope they try torture. Their frustration will be delicious. "If you insist," they say, taking a deep breath and tensing their shoulders. I'm opening my mouth to say something mean enough to give them pause when I realize they're changing.
Their limbs are stretching and twisting in inhuman ways, their face elongates and hair appears on their skin, growing and thickening rapidly, like the hungry vines of a wicked forest. They only thing that stays the same are their eyes, glowing out at me from a hound-like face.
Two things are going through my head in this moment: 1) Lokison can shapeshift and will use it against me, more effectively than torture. 2) Within one week, Lokison has managed to stalk me so effectively that they know something about me that I've hidden from almost everyone I know.
"How about now?" Their jaws part sinisterly, teeth glinting with cruelty. My breath is coming fast and going even faster. "You know you'll never get me to talk." "I know lots," they say cheerfully. "Helpful little things, the way you always sing System of a Down in the shower, how you have an intense phobia of wolves, and how it might make you talk during an interrogation." "It's not going- it's not going to work," I pant. Then they put a paw forward as if to move closer and my head roars. "Oh really? Tell me, Magnus, how did you know to call me Lokison?" I can't breathe. They need to get away from me, right now. "I work with someone who knows who you are, okay? They wouldn't tell me your name, and I don't know anything else!"
"See? Now we're getting somewhere! How come you fell out of a building yesterday and not only did you not take any fall damage, but you're in a good enough state to fight me today?" I feel my head shaking, but I tell them anyway. "It's my power. I die and come back." The wolf levels its heavy gaze at me. "Interesting. One last thing. When was the last time you saw Samirah al-Abbas?" I've been breathing hard, but when I hear Sam's name I stop altogether.
"I don't know who that is." The wolf moves closer to me. "We both know that's not true." An animalistic smell, like moss and mud and flesh, fills my nostrils, and the fear rises cold in my throat. "Stop it. Please, please stop it." I'm holding my eyes closed to keep tears back. Shockingly, blessedly, embarrassingly, they do. I feel them retreat from me, and when I open my eyes, they're changing back.
"You've ruined the fun of it," they complain as their skin reappears. "I hate it when pretty boys cry." My throat is too dry to reply. "I didn't even get to ask half the questions I wanted to. Like when the last time you washed that mop on your head was. Or why is it that in the week I've been researching you you haven't spoken to a single girl. Like, are you bitchless or gay?" Despite my best efforts, I snort. "It's called stalking, and I'm pansexual, actually." "And still nobody wants you. Bitchless to the highest degree." "You want me," I say, and I'm realizing that my heartbeat has slowed, "Can't think of any other reason you've been stalking me." They raised their eyebrows. "That's so not true. I was scouting you out!" I'm still trembling but I smile. "Now we're getting somewhere. Now, what name do you want me to call out?" They straighten up and leap over my head, landing on the railing.
"Fierro. Alex Fierro. I'll be back. Try not to pass out next time, Chase."
They left me there, heart racing, chained on top of a random building in Boston, the aftertaste of fear in my mouth, absolutely smitten.
Based on an amazing writing prompt by the illustrious, ever witchy @creweemmaeec11 <3
Kindly ignore every single continuity problem, this was written to improve my dialogue skills, and also because Villain!Alex. thx
#magnus chase#magnus chase and the gods of asgard#alex mcga#magnus mcga#fierrochase#they/them pronouns for alex#mentions of samirah al-abbas#hero x villain#vigilante x villain#idiotic ink
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You know what? I'm fucking sad. I don't hate my body for sucking ass at keeping shit together, but that doesn't mean it doesn't make me sad.
Before I ever knew there was something wrong, I had an overwhelming urge to be careful. Back then I just assumed everyone did, but that other people were better at ignoring those gut feelings and alarm bells so they could run head on into rugby tackles or step into a boxing ring. Now, I'm not so sure. I think my body was actually warning me all along, not that it stopped me getting hurt eventually.
I've always been pretty fucking determined to keep up with everyone else, prove that my health problems are just one small part of who I am. The first time they stopped me from keeping up with my friends I was 15 and trying to do my silver DofE, an award we do in the UK that involves volunteering and hiking and stuff. My intestines weren't working properly, they were hurting and I saw that the campsite only had one toilet. On balance, I decided I'd prefer to go home ill than have my friends discover how gross and broken I was after waiting for me to use the toilet. I hated myself for "letting it" stop me, but I made up for it by completing the same expedition a year later.
As I've got older and bits of me of have fucked up here and there, I've had to make more changes. I've had to permanently, severely restrict my diet; to learn to pace myself; to commit to weekly physio to keep joints in place; to take enough pills to make me rattle. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for the health I do have and terrified of losing even an ounce more of it.
I'm grateful I can pursue my dream (realistic) career of being a doctor, even if it did mean extensive research beforehand on how I can make it work. It means I likely won't be able to be a surgeon; my hands often shake; I often have whole arms out of action; operating for so long would cause pain; under those lights my blood would pool and I'd drop like a fly. I probably won't be able to work nights because of fatigue or do anything that involves prolonged standing. I'll probably have to limit myself to being part time and scooting around in an office chair. But I'll still be a doctor, I'm determined.
The thing I don't talk about is how this body took away all my other dream careers before they ever had a chance to start. At heart, I'm a bit of an adrenaline junkie, which is an odd mix with a body hell-bent on protecting its wonky, fragile form. But I am. Ever since I was a young kid I always wanted to be a stunt person- I looked seriously into it. I wanted to know every martial art, know how to knife fight and run up walls. Something about it just looks so thrilling, so freeing. But I can't, it's too dangerous. I also always wanted to be a dancer on stage at the West End, but I don't have the coordination and even that much movement could do me permanent damage. I wanted to be any kind of performer; maybe a rock star. But my fingers bend backwards when I try to play guitar and my coordination gets in the way again and I don't have the energy to jump around a stage.
Of course I'm happy with my choice to be a doctor. It combines what I love with what's realistic. But that doesn't mean I don't feel a pang of longing when I see shows or MMA fights or free runners. When I see people saying "all you've got to do is try and follow your dreams" but it simply isn't safe. I've never felt like my mind is a good fit for my body; partly because I'm trans, but also partly because to trap such an adrenaline junkie in this body is so seriously mismatched.
So yeah, sometimes, it makes me fucking sad and all I can do is hope that in the next life, I have more luck.
#hoping for reincarnation in a better built body is my way of coping tbh#c rambles#depressed#depression#pain#grief#grieving#mourning#struggling#mourn#bereavement#bereaved#ehlers danlos syndrome#eds#eds type 3#ehlers danlos type 3#mental illness#mental health#spoonie#ehlers danlos life#ehlers danlos awareness#ehlers danlos problems#chronic illness#chronic pain#chronic fatigue#spoonie community#disabled#disabled community#loss#physical health
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Dear Ryan Baker,
Mr. Hyde here. I’m writing this for myself. Not for you. I couldn’t give a damn if you ever read this or not. Truthfully, you can choke. Fuck you, your fake ass friendship, and your half assed apology. My life fell apart and i almost lost everything, and you didn’t. I live with the trauma of what happened and you get to go on with your life.. It really was just a game to you. Did you have fun? Was it worth it? Did you ever even stop to think how it would affect me? We were not on the same page and i hate that you assumed we were. I developed actual feelings for you. Which is funny considering how horribly you treated me. If we are both being honest, you weren’t even my friend. Almost everything we talked about was about you. You didn’t know a single thing about me. You still don’t. It sucks because i spent every day trying to be the friend you needed. I was already depressed and emotionally drained as it was, but i spent the remainder of my energy on you. I bought you your favorite drinks, snacks, made sure you knew you were loved and made sure you were doing okay mentally and physically. I just wish you would’ve cared about me the way I cared for you. It’s my fault, though, for expecting a narcissist to care about someone other than themselves. Do you ever think about anybody but yourself? No, you don’t. You don’t understand how hard it was to love you, yet it was also so easy at the same time. You’re so self centered and careless, Ryan. You saw I was vulnerable and took advantage of it. You knew my marriage was not in a good place. I’d like to give you the benefit of the doubt and think you didn’t do it on purpose… but at your big age, I know you knew exactly what you were doing. You played me so well and you know it. I bet that was quite the ego boost. And the fact that you made a comment on my mental health was so unnecessary and hurtful. You knew exactly where to strike to hurt my feelings.. I never even insulted you, I simply stated facts. It’s a fact that you treated me horribly. It’s a fact you met with your fuck buddy after I tried to kill myself. It’s a fact you weren’t there for me. It’s all facts. You’re just mad because I’m calling you out on shit that’s true. And best of all, You’re mad at me because I’m still not over something that happened 1 year ago and was very traumatizing to me. maybe Someday I will be over it but for now i hate you for all of it…. Even if I do hurt your feelings, i really don’t care. You hurt me first. Go fuck yourself.
I hate how you made me feel. The good and the bad.
But… i do love some things. I love how small your glasses make your eyes look. It’s ugly. I love how greasy your long hair looks. It’s ugly. I love that you look like you have let yourself go. You’re ugly. it made me so much easier for me not to like you anymore. Because i remember there’s more to you than your looks. If I’m being honest, I hate your narcissistic personality and your perverted comments. I always tried to laugh them off, but in reality, i just thought they were gross. You’re gross. You’re also old and lonely. It’s so sad. It’s probably why you have been single for the past 8 years. You were not wrong when you said you were unlovable. Its hard to love somebody so heartless. It’s probably why your ex girlfriend, Erin, left you. She knew better than to live an awful life with you. I could never be with someone like you. I would probably try to kill myself again. But this time, I would say a prayer beforehand to make sure i succeed.
You made me feel like shit everyday and made me believe I wasn’t a worthy person. I bent over backwards for you. Nobody else would put up with you. But i did. Everybody else hated working with you. I made it work. Despite the fact you treated me like garbage, i loved you. I was there for you. Nobody else was. But i was. And you played with my heart. You didn’t deserve me. I hope someday your life falls apart like mine did. I wish I could be the bigger person, but I’m not. However, part of me is thankful things played out the way they did. I saw your true colors and saw my own, as well. I learned I never really respected you or liked who you were as a person. And as much as I wished differently in the past, I’m glad I never ended up being yours. You could never be half the man I needed you to be. You are not even half the man you are. The truth is, I think you are a coward and a whore. You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me. You made my life miserable. I hate you and I wish I would have never met you. i hope I never see you again.
P.S.
I hope you’re miserable and alone until you’re dead.
Yours truly,
Nicole.
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i hate you.
| 1940s!bucky x reader | fluff | smut |
requested. greaser!bucky au. enemies(?) to lovers. @fitzfiles and i are shamelessly indulgent
bucky made up his mind, he was going to win you over.
Bucky Barnes was the asshole across the street with the stupid loud motorcycle and white tees and leather jackets. You hated him.
“Hey, doll.”
You heard it every day when you came walking home from school, books in hand. And every day, it irritated you. You would scowl at Bucky, and he would flash his stupid smirk and wink at you.
You’d see him shirtless at night, smoking out on his porch. Once, he caught you staring out the window, and he’d teased you about it the next day on your way off to school.
“Checking me out last night, doll?”
“Don’t call me that. It’s Y/N. And no I wasn’t checking you out. I was watching you die slowly of lung cancer,” you snarked, making him throw his head back with laughter.
“If smoking doesn’t kill you, I will,” you muttered before going inside of your house.
“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!” You screamed, throwing your front door open. You were wrapped in a blanket over your thin pajamas, and you were infuriated.
“What?” He called with a stupid amused look on his face.
“It’s five in the fucking morning! Stop revving the engine on your motorcycle! You’re waking up the whole neighbourhood!”
“You’re the one screaming.”
“I hate you,” you seethed.
Without breaking eye contact, he revved the engine again. You were so irritated you could cry, and you resolved yourself to go back inside, refusing to let Bucky get the satisfaction of seeing your reaction to his antagonizing.
This had gone on for months. You were able to ignore him most of the time, but he was persistent. Your friends joked that he was in love with you, but you couldn’t imagine it. Bucky was delighted to get you worked up, and he was proud of himself for it.
“You’ve all lost your bloody minds,” you assured your friends, dragging them inside as Bucky whistled at you from across the street.
“He’s just my annoying neighbor.”
Bucky seemed to be always washing his yellow car in his driveway. You’d come home and see him shirtless, in low-rise jeans that showed off v-lines, bent over the hood of his soapy car. If it wasn’t the car, it was his motorcycle. He always winked at you or blew you a kiss, making you shake your head or roll your eyes.
You hated to see him washing his car, because it made it that much more difficult to deny how incredibly gorgeous he was.
Bucky delighted in getting you worked up. He loved to see your cheeks flush pink and the way your nose scrunched up at his banter. He had a crush on you, ever since he moved in, and he always loved your attention, even if he got it by antagonizing you.
Bucky did intend to get in your good favor, but you had made up your mind that you didn’t like him. Bucky was determined, and loved a challenge.
Bucky decided his opportunity to win you over was when it was pouring down rain. The morning had started out sunny when you’d walked to school, but the weather had turned rapidly mid-morning.
He got in his yellow car, and drove to the college in town, parking outside and going into the lobby with an umbrella. He leaned against a railing, waiting for you to get out of your class, to give you a lift and keep you from getting soaked and ruining your books.
As soon as it started to rain, you’d fretted about getting home. You didn’t have any friends that drove, and you had been debating whether to wait out the rain or just brave it and get wet.
You definitely didn’t expect to see your neighbour leaning against the railing in the front lobby.
“Hey, doll.” He grinned, standing when you approached him. He had ignored the stares of the other girls, everything else disappearing when he saw you.
“Bucky, what are you doing here?” you sighed, blushing at the stares you got, everyone hearing his term of endearment for you.
“I brought my car, I didn’t want you to ruin your books and get wet by walking home in the rain,” he answered honestly, surprising you.
“You drove here to pick me up?”
Bucky nodded, and you fought off a small smile. You didn’t like him, and you were annoyed, but the gesture was thoughtful, and much appreciated. You rationalized the soft feelings by claiming it was basic decency, and it was necessary that you had to take him up on his offer.
“Okay.”
You took his arm and he opened his umbrella, keeping you dry as he helped you into the passenger seat of his yellow car. You set your books on the dash, leaning back against the leather seat. As he drove, the radio played smooth jazz, surprising you a bit, as Bucky didn’t seem like the jazz type.
“Bucky, you’ve missed the turn.” You said, and he only smiled, biting the inside of his cheek. Your heart rate increased as he drove into the city and you whipped your head to look at him.
“Where are you taking me? I thought you were taking me home!”
“I am taking you home, eventually,” Bucky grinned, and you could’ve screamed.
“You can’t just abduct me! Where are we going?! I will throw myself from your moving car!” You snapped, panicking.
“I’m not abducting you! I’m taking you to have some fun, because all you do is study and it’s made you wound tight!”
“You’re kidding me. I’ve got to write a paper!” You cried, and Bucky just laughed, shaking his head.
“Just relax, Y/N.”
You gave him a scathing look, crossing your arms over your chest.
“You’re insufferable.”
“Most say charming.”
You followed Bucky into a roller rink, rolling your eyes but secretly excited about rollerskating. You slipped your feet into white skates, thankful today you had chosen to wear pants.
You stepped onto the rink with Bucky right behind you. It had been a while since you skated, and you were a bit unsteady on your feet. You pushed forward, putting your arms out for balance as you tried to get used to the feeling of the wheels under your feet.
“Careful!” Bucky exclaimed when you nearly fell, catching your waist to steady you. You gasped, your hands going to his arms for balance. A blush spread across your cheeks, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the gentle, caring way he touched you.
“Thanks,” you smiled, pushing off his arms and skating smoothly around. He fell in rhythm beside you, skating to the music.
He tried to show off by skating backwards, but lost his balance and fell, making you shriek. You moved toward him quickly, and held out your hands to help him up.
“Are you alright?” You asked, and he nodded, biting back a smile.
“I’m fine, I’m okay.”
You decided you’d had enough then, and the two of you resorted to eating pizza at a parlor down the street, Bucky insisting on you needing dinner before you went home. You shivered as you stepped into the air-conditioned restaurant, coming out of the warm summer evening. Bucky slipped his black leather jacket from his arms and put it on you when he noticed. You whispered a soft thank-you, pulling it tightly around your smaller body. It smelled faintly of smoke and castile soap, like him.
Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of the sight of you wearing his clothes, his heart stirring as you hugged it around you.
“Feel better?” Bucky asked as you bit into a slice of pizza.
“I’m not going to let you take credit for loosening me up.”
“Oh, I haven’t even tried to loosen you up yet.” He joked, making you choke on your water. You glared at him for the suggestive comment, and he smirked.
You blushed at the insinuation, images of intimacy with Bucky flashing through your mind. He didn’t take his eyes off of you, and you shifted under his gaze.
“Smartass. You still abducted me.”
“And you’re enjoying it.”
You took another bite of your pizza, finally breaking the intense eye contact.
Even though you had enjoyed the night with Bucky in the city, and you’d gone home full of butterflies, he had quickly managed to get back on your nerves.
Bucky’s friends came over to party, and they were loud, obnoxious, and kept you (and half the neighbourhood) up with their partying the night before you had a presentation at college. You were infuriated when you complained to Bucky, and he told you that you should’ve just come to party with them, since you were up anyways.
Then there was the fact that Bucky kept revving the engine of his damned motorcycle. You hated it, especially early in the morning when you were trying to peacefully trying to pour a cup of coffee.
You couldn’t stand him, and he just made you mad.
You hated his motorcycle, and you hated his arrogance. You hated how everyone dropped to their knees at his every whim. You hated when you’d see him painting his fence or working on his car outside, and he’d pull his shirt off when he saw you looking. You hated that Bucky smoked.
Mostly, you hated how everything Bucky did gave you butterflies.
Bucky adored the way your brow knit together when you glared at him. He adored the blush of your cheeks and the way you huffed in annoyance. He loved to see your eyes glitter with emotion whenever he got under your skin. He adored the way your eyes lingered on him whenever he was shirtless in the yard.
Bucky adored you.
The night was particularly warm. The summer heat had everyone on edge, and you and Bucky were no exception. The moon was the only light in the starless sky, a dark stillness settling over your neighbourhood. It was incredibly late, but you couldn’t sleep like everyone else. You had been enjoying the quiet loneliness of the night when Bucky had gone outside to the sidewalk. He was shirtless as he lit a cigarette, grinning at you.
“Hey, doll.”
“Don’t call me that,” you huffed, feeling like a broken record.
“C’mon, don’t be like that,” he blew smoke into the air, and you stood up off your porch swing. You walked across your small lawn quickly, until you were standing in the street.
“You shouldn’t smoke, it will kill you,” you quipped, making him roll his eyes.
“Don’t stand in the street, a car can come and kill you.” Bucky said back, though there was a tone of seriousness to his voice.
“It’s the middle of the night, no one is going to-”
Bucky suddenly grabbed you and yanked you toward him, making you shriek. Less than half a second later, a car without its headlights on came flying down the street.
Your eyes were wide with fright, unable to process that Bucky had just pulled you from in front of a car. His eyes blazed with emotion, and you tried to shove off of him.
“You almost fucking died! I told you not to stand in the damned street!” Bucky snapped at you, raising his voice.
“Don’t yell at me! I wouldn’t have been in the street if you weren’t such an asshole!” you shouted back, your eyes and throat burning, making your entire body tremble.
“Why are you so fucking difficult?!” Bucky’s fear at seeing you almost get hit by a car in front of him fueled his emotion, and he didn’t mean to yell at you, but the feelings were boiling over.
“Because you make me so mad, and because I love you, you idiot!” You screamed before you could stop yourself. When you said the words out loud, you realized you meant them, more than you meant any of the anger.
There was a deafening silence, and it was too late to take it back.
“Bucky, I-” you stammered, but he cut you off by crashing his lips against yours, pulling you into him.
Passion lit like a fire between you, and you reached up and held his face, kissing him back with force. You parted your lips and he slipped his tongue into your mouth, moving in sync with you, swallowing your small noises. He cradled your jaw as his mouth moved with yours, drawing you even closer.
The heat practically suffocated you, and you were completely lost in Bucky. He tasted like smoke and coffee, and his body was pressed against your own, overwhelming you with need. His hands slid down to squeeze your ass, and you rolled your hips against his as you moaned.
“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered when the two of you finally broke for air. He wasted no time before mouthing along your jaw, pressing kisses down the column of your throat.
Your hands ran down his toned chest, before hooking your fingers in his belt loops and tugging his hips closer against yours, wanting to feel him hardening against you. The heat between your legs was spreading, and you were aching for him.
Bucky groaned against your neck as you ground against him, and he backed you up against his car, needing to ground the two of you. He could hear your small, breathy pants by his ear and you were practically shaking with need.
“Bucky, please touch me,” you begged, months of sexual frustration pouring out all at once. Who was he to deny you? He kissed you deeply, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing him against your front.
Your breath hitched when he slipped his hand into your waistband, cupping your sex. You spread your legs a bit, and he slipped his fingers through your folds, tracing the shape of you.
He hardened at the sound of your soft moans and the feeling of you twitching against his fingertips. Neither of you cared that you were outside, on display for anyone who woke up in the night.
He found your clit, stroking it softly while you made out, swallowing all of your sexy noises. You were overwhelmed by what he could do with just his fingers, and you somehow needed him closer, even though your bodies were pressed against each other. Your body was buzzing with pleasure from his small touches alone, and you were having the same effect on him.
“Fuck, Bucky,” you breathed, lightly biting down on his shoulder to silence yourself as he eased a finger inside of you. He pumped slowly, and you took him in easily with how turned on you were.
“I know, doll, but I gotta warm you up first so I don’t hurt you.” He kissed your jaw, and a short laugh escaped you.
“Cheeky,” you hummed, palming over his crotch, making him push two fingers into you all at once. The air caught in your throat, but you kept feeling him up as he curled his fingers forward into your g-spot.
The way you were moaning his name was driving him wild, and he couldn’t draw out the foreplay anymore. You pulled your shirt over your head, thankful you had forgone a bra. Your shirt was discarded in the driveway, and Bucky tugged your bottoms down easily before lifting your nude body up onto the hood of his car. You leaned forward, undoing the button on his jeans and helping him out of them, your eyes widening when you saw how big he was.
Bucky grinned at you, able to read your mind, your thoughts evident in your startled expression. His ego definitely didn’t need the boost, and you blushed when you realized he was grinning at your observation.
Your tongue nervously darted out over your lips, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He lowered you to lay down on the cool metal, making you shudder when it came into contact with your hot skin.
You exhaled softly as his hands skimmed down your body in an attempt to ease your nerves. He leaned down and kissed you gently, bending your legs up to your chest.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, doll,” Bucky promised, and he meant it. You nodded, your head falling back as he slowly rocked into you.
Your vision focused in on the moon hanging above you in the sky, and you didn’t care about being outside, even as the warm breeze ruffled your hair.
“Bucky... fuck,” you whined, arching your back, pushing yourself further onto him. Your knees went over his shoulders, his hands coming to rest on either side of your head as he rocked his hips against yours.
The slow, deep rhythm had you struggling to breathe, pleasure rolling through your body in thick waves. Bucky was overwhelmed by the feeling of your velvety walls squeezing around him, tight as he fucked into you all the way.
“That’s my girl,” Bucky praised you as you pushed down to meet his powerful thrusts.
Your eyes rolled back at the praise, and you felt pressure building low in your belly as he repeatedly hit the spots inside of you that had you seeing stars. You were moaning his name and writhing below him, the sight making him nearly explode.
“Y/N,” Bucky gasped out, fucking into you roughly, one of his hands rubbing your clit to help you along before he couldn’t fight off his own orgasm any longer.
With the added stimulation, the pressure snapped inside of you, making you squeeze around him and come with a scream, not caring if you stirred the neighbours.
Let them see Bucky taking you on the hood of his car.
Your name fell from Bucky’s lips like worship, the feeling of your orgasm washing over you and forcing you to contract around him pushed him over the edge. He came inside of you, painting you with his release and prolonging your own pleasure.
You looked down at him once the buzzing pleasure started to subside, a sleepy smile on your face. He grinned at you, pulling you up into a sweet kiss.
“Still hate me, doll?”
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touch me
jean kirschtein x f!reader
warning: nsfw (18+)
summary: an innocent game of twister can lead to anything.
word count: 3.2k
a/n: been having severe jean brainrot recently so i had to write this. it’s a lil sloppy but it’s honest work lmfao
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“who the fuck brought apples to apples jr?”
“shut the fuck up, jean! it’s a fun fucking game!”
“okay but junior edition? really? you couldn’t buy the normal one?”
you were sat with your legs criss cross on the floor in front of the television in jean’s apartment, playing mario kart with connie. you twisted your head around to see what all the commotion was about, and sighed when you saw eren and jean practically foaming out the mouth as they argued. you shook her head and turned your attention back to the game.
“connie, you fucking snake. you did not just use a red shell on me as soon as i looked away!” you yelled, shoving the boy next to you roughly, hoping to mess him up. he was now in first place after sabotaging you.
“you snooze, you lose,” connie shot back before crossing the finish line right before you.
“okay, well at least i don’t play as waluigi,” you mumbled.
“what? and yoshi is any better?” he questioned.
“yeah, yoshi is better, you cuck,” you replied, throwing the remote at him as you stood up. you quickly made an escape to the kitchen before connie could retaliate. gathered around a small dining room table was armin, sasha, and mikasa playing apples to apple jr. you chuckled lightly before jean appeared beside you, who scoffed at them.
“we’re playing twister, y’all,” jean announced before hooking a finger in one of your belt loops, pulling you teasingly into his side. you yelped at the sudden movement, whipping your head to look up at him. he simply smirked before releasing you. you bumped your hip against his and walked back into the living room, where eren and connie were setting up twister.
“i call doing the spinner,” you told them, not really feeling like partipating.
“uh-uh. you’re playing,” jean’s voice said behind you. you sighed loudly.
“fine,” you replied, rolling your eyes at him.
“i bet jean just wants to see you bent-“
“watch it, jaeger,” jean abruptly interrupted eren. you didn’t really know how to react, but the possibility of jean wanting to see you in compromising positions was....interesting, to say the least. you made your way to the couch and plopped yourself down. jean followed you closely and sat beside you, throwing his arm to rest behind you on top of the cushions. you weren’t sure why, but he was always attached at your hip when you were with him, especially when you were in groups. you certainly didn’t mind.
“can i at least be in control of the spinner for the first group that goes?” you begged as everyone began to gather in the living room. you were granted permission, and the spinner was handed to you. the first group was sasha, connie, and armin. the three of them stood around the twister mat, waiting for their instruction. you couldn’t help but notice jean’s fingers grazing your shoulder with the arm thrown behind you.
“okay, connie,” you started before spinning. “right foot on blue.”
after about ten minutes, sasha and armin were battling for the win. connie got the short end of the stick after having to snake under sasha, and quickly met his twister demise. armin was completely arched backwards trying to keep two hands on red and two feet on green while sasha was in a frog-like crouch, keeping her hands and feet on every color.
“armin, left foot on red,” you announced. he sighed sadly.
“how am i suppose to do that,” he muttered before attempting, and then suddenly collapsing. the room erupted into laughter as sasha jumped to her feet.
“hah! take that, armin!” she shouted, taking in her sweet victory. “i’m next on the spinner!”
you groaned, not wanting to give it up.
“alright, who’s next?” sasha asked, taking over your position.
“i guess i’ll go to get it over with,” you replied, standing up from your place on the couch.
“i’ll go, too,” jean quickly said, following suit.
“me too,” eren said. “i just want to beat jean.”
“i’m a twister master, bro,” jean said to eren with a bit of hostility. you shook your head at the pair.
“next game night we’ll have to play ‘take a shot every time jean and eren start arguing,’” you joked, earning some chuckles and agreements. after a few moments, you stood on one side of the twister mat, with jean next to you and eren across from you two. sasha cleared her throat.
“okay, okay. eren, left hand on yellow,” sasha instructed. eren smugly bent down, placing his hand on yellow.
“y/n, left hand on red.” you moved over to the corner jean stood at, which was directly in front of red. you crouched down and put your hand on a red circle. jean was then told to put a foot on blue. after some time passed, the compromising positions you found intriguing before the game began felt like a curse. you muscles were beginning to ache, as you were completely bent down, both hands on green circles and both feet on blue. meanwhile, jean decided it was a good idea to remain in the same area as you. there was no doubt that he was enjoying the show of your ass in the air. he was getting it very easy while you and eren were struggling. he somehow kept only having to move his left foot.
“i’m in pain!” you yelled out. “sasha, hurry!”
“damn, okay! jean, right foot on blue.”
you dropped your head down, seeing his left foot on red. he now had to move to a blue circle without moving his other off of its spot, but the only possible way to do that was for him to put his foot directly next to yours, which he did. and now, his crotch was in contact with your butt. your eyes widened and your head shot up as your limbs began to shake. you felt something twitch against your ass, and suddenly you were falling to the floor.
“damnit!” you cursed, looking to eren who looked satisfied that he was one step closer to beating jean. your face felt hot, recalling the few seconds that lead up to your collapse. you slowly glanced up at jean. he had a small smirk painted on his lips, and a familiar feeling pooled in the pit of your stomach. you looked away and stood up, taking a seat in front of the couch. you covered your rosey cheeks with your hands as you watched the continuing game between the two boys. eventually, jean became the victor as the difficulty for eren was amped up. the winner fell beside you on the floor, his body turned towards you.
“impressive win, huh?” he commented, moving his knee to press against yours.
“mm-hmm,” you hummed.
“wanna stay behind and help me clean up after everyone leaves?” he offered, a hopeful glint in his eye. your mind went blank, and the feeling low in your stomach started again. you hesitantly nodded.
and about an hour or so later, you did just that. the apartment was cleared of your rowdy friends, and they had left a bit of a mess.
“i have work in the morning, so i can’t stay very long,” you told jean as he started grabbing empty red solo cups around the living room.
“did you have a good time?” he asked.
“yeah it was...fun,” you responded, nerves evident in your voice when your mind started to wander back to the game of twister. you didn’t know why you were so nervous. this wasn’t your first time alone with jean, but he was rather bold tonight. he was normally pretty bold and clingy anyway, but something was different. and you liked it.
“i’m glad you could make it,” jean said as he put the cups into a trash bag. you picked one up and tossed it to him before sitting gingerly on the couch. it takes him no time to join you.
“you’re clingy tonight,” you commented. you waited for him to throw his arm around the top of the couch, but instead his hand fell to your knee. he gave it a light squeeze. you turned your head to him, and he’s already looking at you with a soft expression.
“what, you don’t like when i’m clingy?” he questioned teasingly, leaning his shoulder into yours.
“i never said that,” you said, your volume much quieter than you intended it to be. he rested his chin on your shoulder, tilting his head slightly.
“i just couldn’t keep my hands to myself tonight,” jean uttered as his fingers started sliding up your leg, pressing on your thigh. they dipped down, gripping the inner fatty flesh. you bit back a pleased sigh. he must’ve known this was driving you crazy. just the warmth of his breath tickling your cheeks was enough to make you want to let out a moan. he really must’ve known how his touch and closeness was making you feel, because he abruptly started to lean in, closing the small gap between you. his lips met yours, and you hurriedly responded to it. his other hand came up to gently grip your jaw as the other remained in between your thighs, squeezing the flesh. his movements were needy, and hungry, and your energy was identical. his lips moved quickly against yours, and he softly tilted your head back to gain better excess, swallowing your moans. he smiled into the kiss before slipping his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around yours. after a moment, his moved out, but yours darted into his mouth. but instead of letting it explore, he pulled away slightly and wrapped his lips around your tongue, sucking it hard. you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, an unexpected groan escaping your throat.
he leaned away and pulled you on his lap, and you swung your leg to the other side of him so that you were straddling him. you could feel a very obvious and large bulge against your core. you rolled your hips against his which immediately made him groan. his hands moved to grip your ass tightly.
“you’re so fucking amazing,” jean muttered before burying his face into your neck. he planted a few kisses before focusing on one area just below your ear.
“oh, my god,” you moaned as he started to suck on the skin, his nose tickling your earlobe. shockwaves sent throughout your body, your eyes half-lidded, high on the sensation. he pulled away eventually, his lips looking pretty and swollen after marking you.
“i have work tomorrow,” you whined, raising your hand to touch the sensitive area he had went to town on.
“i don’t think you were complaining,” he teased as his fingers began toying with the pants’ buttons. “let’s get these off.” you crawled off his lap, standing up and dancing your way out of your pants. jean leaned back, enjoying the view of you in just panties and a tshirt. you stood in front of him shyly for a moment, positioned in between his legs, which were spread wide.
jean’s hands grabbed your hips, turning you around. he firmly pulled you down to sit in between his legs, holding you tight against his chest and wrapping his arms around your front. your ass pressed firmly against his covered hard cock as he moved his hands down to your panties, gently toying with the hem. a quiet moan escaped from your lips before he slid the tips of his thumbs inside, slowly pulling down the lacy fabric. once they were cast aside on the floor, his hand found its way in between your mid thighs, pulling them apart. he shifted backwards on the cushion, pulling you with him, sitting you up straight against his chest and bending your knees to prop your legs on the couch. his hand took no time to move to your pussy. he started rubbing gentle circles on your clit. you moaned softly, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder.
“fuck,” jean whispered into your ear. you whimpered as his warm breath tickled the sensitive area. “so fucking wet for me, huh?” you nodded, your eyes half-lidded once again. his pace on your clit began to speed up, sending your back arching. he used his other arm to hold you down from squirming, his hand gripping your tit, before slipping a digit into your pussy. you moaned as his long finger fucked against your sweet spot.
“you like that? huh, baby?” he asked, and god his tone could be enough to make you cum. you nodded again, the repeated stimulation practically turning you into putty. he slipped in another finger, and you felt a climax start to creep up.
“use your words, princess,” jean ordered gently.
“yes,” you managed to croak out, squirming against his restrictive arm.
“yes what?” he pressed, quickening his pace.
“it feels so good,” you groaned, inching closer to orgasm.
“touch yourself, princess,” he told you, moving his arm from your breast to hold your hair out of your face. you quickly complied, darting your hand to massage your clit as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.
“you gonna cum for me?” he questioned, his hand falling to your jaw to turn your face to his.
“uh-huh,” you replied, staring into his light chocolate eyes.
“then cum for me, baby,” he whispered, his grip on your jaw tightening and his eye contact piercing into you. and with his command, you came undone. your eyes rolled back as you let out a soft moan, your walls pulsing around his fingers.
“fuck,” you breathed out once you came down from your high. jean removed his fingers and held them to your mouth, completely drenched in your slick. you leaned forward, wrapping your lips around them and sucking them. you pulled away with a pop! sound and fell back against his chest.
“good girl,” he smirked. “you want more?”
“mm-hmm,” you hummed lewdly. you crept off of his lap and onto the floor, positioning yourself between his legs. he peered down at you, surprised. you moved your hands to the bulged zipper of his pants, dragging it down slowly, revealing a pair of blue boxers. jean sat up, pulling his pants and boxers down to assist you, his hard cock springing out. you stared at it with wide eyes, surprised by the length and girth. a thick vein ran down the length of it. you glanced up at him as he gazed down at you with anticipation. you hesitantly took him with a gentle fist, leaning forward. precum spilled from the tip as your mouth wrapped around him. you swirled your tongue around the pink tip and looked up at him with lewd eyes. he let out a sigh and gently grabbed the top of your head, holding a fistful of your hair.
“god, i can’t wait to fuck you,” jean breathed out, watching you begin to bob your head around his dick with hollowed cheeks. the grip on your hair tightened, guiding you up and down. “fuck, y/n, you’re doing so good, baby.” he lowered your head down his shaft slowly, all the way to the base, his tip poking the back of your throat. tears stung your eyes as you tried not to gag, threatening to spill out. he held you there for a moment, loving the sight of your swollen lips around him. he finally released you, pulling your face away as you gasped for air.
“c’mere,” he said, pulling you off the floor and standing up with you. his hands found their way to the bottom of your tshirt, discarding it and leaving you in a white tshirt bra. if you had known you’d be getting fucked tonight, you would’ve worn a cuter bra, but jean certainly didn’t care. you could wear a burlap sack and he’d still want to fuck your brains out.
jean sidestepped and walked behind you, grabbing ahold of the back of knee to bend it and prop on the couch. you did so with the other knee, holding yourself up with the back cushions. he unclipped your bra and tossed it aside.
“you gonna take my cock like a good girl?” he asked, leaning forward. his hand met your cheek and tilted your head, planting his lips on yours. you nodded into the kiss and that was his cue to ready himself. he pulled away and you watched as he lined himself up with your opening. you moaned when you felt the tip tease your entrance before slowly sliding inside your slick walls. you bit back another moan and felt tears form at your waterline as his cock stretched you open. once he was balls deep, he gave you a second to adjust to his girth and placed his hands on your hips, slowly thrusting. you bit down hard on your lip. his fingers were no doubt going to leave little bruises on your hips, but you didn’t care.
“fuck, you’re so tight,” jean commented, starting to quicken his pace. “feels so fucking good.” your fingers gripped the couch cushion as his thrusts became harder and deeper. you could practically feel his cock in your stomach. his hands tightened on your hips, pulling your ass back to meet with his hips as his cock pounded the back of your walls repeatedly, sudden and staggered moans escaping your lips with every hard thrust. your neck began to ache as it was thrown back and forth, so you dropped it down to rest forward on the cushion, but jean was quick to remove a hand from your hip and grab a fistful of your hair, forcing your head back up. you arched your back, perking your ass up more, giving him more access than he needed. he fucked you into oblivion, and you quickly felt another orgasm begin to creep over you.
“‘m gonna cum,” you said, your voice sounding extra whiny.
“cum, baby,” jean cooed. “cum all over my cock.” you moaned loudly as he continued to abuse your pussy. tears stung your waterline again as it grew closer and closer, his dick slamming into your sweet spot.
“oh my god!” you shouted, a powerful climax washing over your body. your entire body shook and your walls pulsated around his cock as he rode you through your high. he moved his hand back to your hip, gripping it tightly as his thrusts soon became sloppy. he groaned and suddenly removed his cock from your pussy. he jacked himself off for a moment before releasing his warm cum onto your back. you twisted your head around to see his face. his mouth was gaped slightly, his eyebrows were scrunched, and his lustful eyes stared back into yours as he came. once he finished, he took a deep breath. you sat down on your bent knees and sighed.
“we should do this again,” jean blurted out.
“get something to clean me up and we’ll talk about it,” you teased, chuckling at his eagerness. he nodded and scurried around to find his boxers, which were in a ball a few feet away. he slid them on and you admired the view. he was built like a god.
he made his way out of the room and came back a minute later with a rag. he stood in front of you and handed it to you, opening his mouth to talk.
“so.....how would you rate your experience?”
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Summary: Sy walks in on your daily yoga practice for the first time and is captivated by what he sees.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: 18+ only, smut, dirty talk, rough sex, swearing, sex (oral, female receiving), sex (p in v), bodily fluids (breeding kink? maybe?), unprotected sex, spanking.
Author's Note: This work is for 18+ only, no minors tolerated. You consume content at your own risk. This is my first smut fic, it's been running rampant in my head since starting a daily yoga practice over 3 months ago... now where is Sy when I need him? Y'all, when I tell you how much I need this to happen... wow. Hope you enjoy!
Edited by myself, sorry not sorry for the errors.
*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, or claiming any ideas or parts as your own.
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Namaste
The mid-morning sun warmed the room around you, illuminating the open airy space. A place for peace and self-serving practices, you used your sunroom for many acts of self-care. Along the walls were plants and yoga gear, lined up neatly.
Daily yoga had been a part of your routine for several months, bringing you peace and mindfulness, and not to mention a great toning workout for your whole body. It was a habit, just like drinking water: your body craved it.
Today's practice was around the halfway mark when you heard Sy let himself in the front door. You’d never practiced yoga in front of him before, but his interest always piqued when you mentioned it. Your focus faltered when you noticed his presence; he was standing in the doorway, watching you quietly. Good thing you weren’t in a balancing posture.
“You’re early! Sorry, I’ve still got a bit left.” You were able to see him as you flowed from your cobra into downward dog and stretched in this posture, bending your legs and swaying your hips, working out all of your stiffness, you looked at him upside down.
“Don't be sorry, sweetheart. You take your time, Sugar. I’ve got a beautiful view.”
He grinned big and whistled quietly as you raised your leg into a three-legged dog and brought it forward smoothly into pigeon pose, which, coincidentally, you knew made your ass look terrific. You brought your mind back to your center and refocused on your breath as you leaned into this hip stretcher. With Sy in your life, keeping your hips stretched and limber was a must.
You mimicked these motions on your other side but were distracted when you heard him fidgeting. A smirk slithered on your lips.
“It’s not too late to join me. You could do with a little more flexibility, baby,” you moaned at him seductively.
“You and I both know that if I get down there with ya, it’s not yoga we’ll be doin’ Sugar.”
“Oh come on, Sy, let’s get you all warmed up before I have my dirty way with you.” Teasing him was your favorite pastime. You knew the day he saw you do yoga would lead to a fun time for you both.
A growl erupted and you took a glance at him and winked as you twisted in your pose. You knew your ass was calling his name in your blush yoga leggings; you had him mesmerized by every move you made. His eyes were glued to you, and he was ready to pounce.
You continued your flow as though nothing was out of the ordinary, seeing just how long he would last. You ended up on your back to finish your routine. Sy's need was growing by the intensity of his breaths as you moved into a bridge pose, but surprisingly, he held the remainder of his composure until you transitioned to happy baby. Feet pressed in your hands, your clothed core was exposed to his hungry gaze. You closed your eyes, feeling the deep stretch in your hips once again, focused on your inner tranquility and your meditative breathing, that is until your thoughts were interrupted by his scent.
Sy was hovering above you, his large hands placed on either side of your head on the mat, his knees pressed to the back of your thighs. Opening your eyes, you smiled and reached up to meet him as he leaned down. You kissed his soft lips, giggling.
“Well, hi there. That’s a great pose choice, babe. Tabletop is really great for your spine.”
“You better be wrapping up because you’ve teased me long enough. God damn, Sugar, I don’t think I’ve been this hard in my life.” He leaned forward and pressed his hips into your opened ones. “You make me crazy with how sexy you are, ya know it?”
“Oh yes, happy baby pose is definitely sexy. How can you possibly resist me when I’m doing this?” You couldn't help but laugh at yourself because this posture was borderline ridiculous. He kissed you again and bent his head down to trail kisses along your jawline and neck.
“Well you're makin’ me happy, baby. That pussy of yours is callin’ out to me. Come on, tell me you’re ready for me… you’re drivin’ me wild.” You tried to laugh at his eagerness but were quickly overtaken again by his lips on yours and his tongue seeking the inside of your mouth. You released your feet and wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck as you coaxed him closer to your body.
“Is there such a thing as naked yoga? Cause I think I could be down for that anytime, Sugar.”
“Why don't we do some naked yoga practice of our own right now, Captain? I think I know a few things you’ll like.” His cock ground into the warmth emanating from your center and both of you were beginning to gasp heavily. Breaking away and gasping for air, you breathed out, “Mmm, fuuuuck. Yoga does have its perks, doesn’t it?” Your hand caressed the back of his head while one brushed his cheek softly.
“My body is warmed up just for you. Do your best, Captain.”
Winking and biting your lip, you guided his mouth to your neck, where he covered your skin with a gentle-rough exfoliation of scruffy kisses and nips. His lips were warm and wet as he trailed his love bites from your neck down your collar bone to the exposed tops of your breasts. He took over and unzipped your yoga bra, ravaging your nipples with feral growls of appreciation.
Involuntarily, your back arched to beg for more. You needed him closer; you wanted to fuse yourself to his strong form the way pieces of glass meld when heated to become one whole.
Kisses peppered your bare belly, your torso squirming from the tickling of his beard on your flesh. His hands wandered down to your leggings, peeling them down with your lace thong as he continued his hot, wet kisses. Sy immediately moved his bearded mouth to your pussy, not wasting a single second before beginning to devour you.
Your legs instinctively clamped towards his head, but Sy was quicker: his warm hands wound themselves under and around your thighs, holding them open. “Do that bridge again, baby.” You put your feet down and pressed your hips up into a wide-legged low bridge, bringing your wet cunt even closer to his mouth. “Yes, just like that.” He whispered those words against your clit, making you vibrate with sheer bliss. You tightened your core muscles and focused on breathing down through your middle to intensify your pleasure.
Sy's tongue had a reputation for making quick work of you; he could always make you come in record time. He'd barely had time to pleasure you yet, but you were so turned on that all it took was for Sy to hum and whisper into your pussy, “Come for me… mmmm… Come for me, Sugar.” With a final suckle of your clit, you were convulsing on his tongue.
“Holy shit, fucking yes!” You exhaled a huge laughing breath as you lowered your body and he kissed his way back up to your breasts. “Wow... fuck, let me see you, Sy.” You reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head to expose his yummy chest. You looked from his chest back to his face: his blue eyes were afire and hungry with lust, latched onto yours with the intent to conquer you. You caught his mouth with yours as your hands roamed over every inch of his broad back, feeling his muscles ripple underneath his smooth skin.
“Darlin', I need ya. Now. I’m gonna need to get a piece of that sweet ass of yours that you’ve been teasin’ me with.” He flipped you over suddenly, his hands immediately on your cheeks, squeezing and massaging them with his strong hands. You heard the rustle of clothing as Sy rid himself of the remainder of his clothing. An electric shock ran through your veins when his large hand cracked against your ass, your pussy becoming more charged by the second.
You took the opportunity to move into an easier access position that would put you on full display for him: puppy pose.
Sounds so innocent, you smirked to yourself. On all fours, you brought your hands forward and brought your knees backward, dropping your head, heart, and belly down to the mat below, causing your hips and ass to raise up in the perfect position.
“Oh Sugar, you are the sweetest thing… now, let’s take care of ya, huh?” Slapping your ass again, you felt Sy’s cock burning hot on the lips of your center, only his head teasing you gently... in and out, in and out. Now he was driving you wild.
“Syyyyy, I need you to fuck me now, please.”
With your words, his throbbing cock split you open, the intensity nearly sending you into bliss again. Your hips lined up perfectly with his, and the thick veins that bulged on the underside of his cock stroked the front walls of your pussy deliciously. You sighed in relief as your hips took his increasing speed, flesh smacking flesh, and his hands were still on your ass, squeezing possessively. There would definitely be bruises tomorrow.
Every thrust was making you see stars, and you were just getting going. You wanted to take control back so you pulsed your core muscles a few times around him; it always drove him crazy. “Just like that… God, Sugar, you’re incredible... keep doin' that.”
You were approaching your edge again but knew that you wanted to try a few other things before you were totally spent. “Sy, stay inside me and stand up.” Working to move in sync, you pushed up into downward dog as he stood, you walked your hands back and widened your legs out into a wide-legged forward fold, wrapping your hands around the back of your ankles. You were still on full display, but this time with the better ability to push back and meet his thick hips, your body taking all of him. Sy was able to push harder and faster into you like this, guiding your hips along his veiny length. His cock was still constantly caressing your G-spot, bringing you close once again.
Sy rubbed his hands up and down your hips, and you could feel the soft hair of his meaty thighs tickling the backs of yours. It was one of your favorite parts of him. You adored his hairy body. So virile. So hot. It made you do stupid things.
“Sy, fuck you feel so good like this.” Knowing you were near your release, his hand snaked around to softly engage your clit, your wetness making his motions effortless. You focused on holding your balance as your second orgasm ripped through you, making your legs tremble incessantly.
Sy immediately grabbed your hips to steady you, not wanting you to fall. “You got one more in ya, baby? Give me one more,” he cooed at you sweetly.
“Mmm, yes. Stay standing.” You shakily made your way down to your mat and moved to lie on your back. Rocking back and forth on your spine, you brought your legs back behind your head and set your toes gently on the ground, your body still trembling from your first two orgasms.
“Fuck.” Sy breathed as he watched you curl your body up and present your pussy right to him. Plow pose was aptly named, you thought.
Giggling, you told him, “That’s the idea, babe. Now, let’s both finish this practice strong, yea?”
He was on you in a flash: Sy was standing above you, the view of his ripped back and peachy ass were your show while he crouched into a wide squat, grabbed your hips, and entered you again. Your legs were pressed together in this pose, creating even more delicious friction for you both.
Sy’s grunts and breathy 'Fuck, Sugar's were your cue to know how close he was. You brought your hands up to caress the backs of his thighs and calves, stabilizing yourself and keeping him close to you.
You’d never felt him go so deep before, and if you hadn’t had the consistent practice of taking all of him — and there was a lot of him — it could have hurt. He was stimulating every spot, working you up once more… you didn’t think you’d have it in you, but as Sy become more erratic and fucked you faster, his deep thrusts made your control slip, and you crashed into waves of ecstasy once more. As your orgasm overtook you, it was all you could do to keep your hips upright. Grounding your trembling body, Sy held you in position as he swelled and released into you with a final snap of his hips, expelling a deep guttural moan.
Both of you sucking in air, you couldn’t help but laugh at your current position as you tried to catch your breaths. Pulling out of you, Sy guided you down to the mat gently and laid down beside you on his back.
“Now, we lay here quietly in Shavasana and soak in the nutrients of our practice,” you guided him, a cheeky grin taking over your face.
“Oh, you’re soakin’ up those nutrients, all right. Careful to not spill a drop, Sugar.”
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I do not own Captain Syverson, Sandcastle, or anything related to it.
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I liked your performance better.
happy wednesday, my loves! ooh do i have some filth for you...just take a peek at the warnings. in my defense, i wrote this based on Soowoozoo!Hoseok because…he really did something to me. i hope you all enjoy and as always, let me know your thots thoughts :)
tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @the1921-monsters
genre: smut, fluff
warnings: needy!reader x smug! hoseok, heavy petting and kissing, a slight mention of exhibitionism, fingering, unprotected sex (USE A CONDOM), penetrative sex in a public place, katoptronophilia (getting off on sex in front of a mirror), a brief blowjob, deepthroating & mouthfucking, hoseok is really vocal and might just get you into some trouble…
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Jung Hoseok was insane. He had to be.
Between his freshly bleached platinum hair, barely buttoned shirt, and tight shorts revealing built thighs and long legs that seemed to go on for days, by the boys ending ments you were absolutely ready to lose your mind, restless on the sofa he’d left you on to watch the performances off the television in his dressing room.
Fidgeting on the cushions, you sat up with a start when you heard the crowd of rowdy men approaching the hall, practically flying off the couch and running out into the corridor to briefly greet the group before running into your man’s arms.
Hoseok’s face lifted in a display of shocked amusement at your sudden launch at him, intercepting your frame with a chuckle as you wrapped your arms around his torso.
“I-hey! What’s up, angel?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion yet mouth spread in a wide smile at your greeting.
“Just proud of you, Sunshine.” You murmured, your boyfriend’s face softening at your words, squeezing you to him appreciatively.
“Thank you.” He whispered, you humming in response as the other men’s voices faded in the background, seemingly making their way down the hallway to the food awaiting them.
Staring at each other for a moment, you exhaled as Hoseok’s eyes flitted down to your lips, his own mouth quirking up when yours. Tipping his head to the side, he eagerly pressed his mouth to yours, leaving chaste kisses that faded in length each time.
Settling your hands on his shoulders, you gripped his biceps for some kind of balance, his mouth always having a dizzying effect on you no matter what the circumstances.
“You did amazing, Hobi.” You mumbled against him, wanting to drill that very fact into his mind to boost his confidence. As expected, the man blushed with a nervous giggle, making you smile at how easy it was to get him flustered.
“Yah, stop it.” He smiled, dipping down to press another kiss to your lips and pulling away, humming when you guided him back to you by his cheek.
“Babe- mm.”
This time, the kiss was much needier, tongue entering his mouth with a press of the muscle against his bottom lip as he moaned in surprise at the fervor you met him with.
Turning your bodies so that he could guide you back to his private dressing room, he gripped your hips as he walked forward, you following his lead and blindly going backwards as your lips melded with his over and over again.
Finally reaching the room, he reached behind you without disconnecting your mouths, shoving the door open and pushing you inside before hastily shutting it behind him, making sure to latch the lock.
Spreading your arms for him to walk into, you smiled as he followed along, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pressed his chest to yours.
“Didn’t know exhibitionism was a thing of yours.” He joked, leaning his forehead against your own with a grin as you laughed.
“Hm. Nobody was around, Sunshine. Not that I could hold myself back any longer, anyway.” You shrugged, the man’s cheeks heating instantly at your words and the tone you spoke them with.
“Is that right?” He asked, squeezing your love handles with his palms before letting his hands trail down to cup your ass.
His touch practically had you purring in delight, fingers sinking into your plush flesh with an appreciative hum that automatically had your heart pumping harder in your chest.
“Mhm. You try sitting back here and watching your sexy self perform. I mean, fuck, Hobi. I think you’re just out to get me.” You sighed, tipping your head to the side as Hoseok began trailing kisses down from your jaw to your neck, peppering his lips against the skin with a smile you could feel, but not see.
“I’m glad I have that effect on you, love.” He replied coolly, making you scoff under your breath as he tucked his finger beneath the neckline of your shirt, puckering his lips against your collarbone.
“You’re so modest.” You said, gasping when his teeth playfully bit down on your skin as he backed you toward the wrap around sofa in the center of his dressing room, bypassing the racks of clothing lined up for his precious performances.
“Hm, you have that effect on me. Just happy it’s mutual.” He murmured, wet purses of his lips along the skin of your neck interrupting his words, your fingers digging into his shoulders at both his actions and his words.
“Seokie,” you whined, “please fuck me.”
Eyes nearly popping out of his head at your urgent request, Hoseok did little to conceal the tent in his pants, pulling you flush to him as he raised his eyebrows at you.
“Here?” He asked, sounding genuinely surprised at how low your standards had become. He was sweaty and disgusting, and his dressing room wasn’t faring much better. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic or even remotely sexy of venues.
“Are you really turning me down right now?” You raised your own brows above your widened eyes, the man flicking his gaze over to the door as he sighed out a breath.
“Well-”
“Well?” You cut him off at the single word, pouting a bit at the rejection before Hoseok pinched at your bottom lip to stick it back into its original place. He leaned in to kiss you once more, soothingly stroking up and down your bicep as you continued to frown at him.
“Well, it’s not exactly the most romantic of locations-“
“Since when do you care about the amount of romance in a location? Didn’t we just have sex in a food closet last week? Or maybe I’m remembering wrong-”
Cutting you off with a heated kiss, one that stole your breath momentarily as his tongue immediately swept into your mouth in a hot and needy act, he stepped forward to guide your body backwards.
“Fine, I’m not gonna be one to argue this. Take your pants off.” He ordered breathily, an obvious strain in his voice from the torturous build-up between his legs, watching as you did as told with a happy pep in your moves.
The sight made his heart swell a bit, lifting his own shirt above his head before he reached for the hem of your own, dragging it up over your face to pull you flush to him again, chests touching each other as he leaned in to kiss you.
While still passionate, this kiss was albeit a bit subdued, more loving than needy and more passionate than the earlier greediness that was present from both sides. His velvety lips, slightly chapped from his day in the sun, worked over yours deliciously, your fingers grasping at his biceps to hold onto anything for the sake of your sanity.
Humming into his mouth as you felt his hand trail down your torso, you leaned further into him as he caressed your curves, squeezing at the flesh of your ass with one hand and letting his other slip between your thighs.
“Hoseok,” you gasped as his finger pad made contact with your clit, whine emanating from the back of your throat as he increased the pressure upon the swollen bud.
Swearing into your mouth, he moved his fingers down your slit, prodding two fingers into your entrance, humming at the slick dripping down the length of his fingers.
“Hobi.” You whimpered as he scissored his pointer and middle fingers inside of you, spreading you open with a hum as your fingernails pressed into his arm, crescent shapes embedding in his skin.
“Please, Hobi.” You begged, rocking your hips to the pace of his thrusts, chasing your orgasm as you desperately palmed over his hard length.
“Ugh, fuck.”
Yelping as your man suddenly spun you around in his arms, you giggled as he pressed your back to his front and bent you over the makeup counter, giving himself a few preparatory strokes between your legs.
“I wanted to touch you.” You pouted, Hoseok chuckling a bit before dipping down to press a kiss to the top of your spine.
“Next time, baby.”
Delicate fingers traced over your back as he settled your chest onto the table, sweeping your hair all over to one side as you laid your cheek down, spreading your feet wider apart on the ground in a beckon for Hoseok’s throbbing cock.
After a few moments of him not making any initiating moves, you looked back with a whine, the man coming down to chuckle in your ear and pucker his lips behind your lobe. Shivering as he took it between his teeth, your legs gave out when he unexpectedly began swiping the bulbous head of his cock through your folds, humming when it made circles around your clit.
“Fu-uck.” Hoseok breathed out as he plunged bare into your entrance, his voice catching in his throat as he felt your warm walls finally wrap around him, the feeling everything and more than what he was envisioning throughout the show.
You weren’t doing much better at keeping your composure for the sake of your surroundings, fingers grasping the table for stability as your boyfriend began rocking his hips into yours.
Glass bottles of makeup clashed against each other with each and every movement, Hoseok’s thrusts growing harsher as he tipped his head back with a groan.
“Babe, open your eyes.” He exhaled, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck before moaning against it as your walls clamped around his twitching cock.
Following instruction, you peeled your glazed over eyes open to meet his own dark pair in the mirror’s reflection, the sight nearly causing your eyes to roll back into your head.
His skin was glistening with sweat again just how it’d been while he was performing, but now he had a completely different look on his face. His eyes hooded, narrowed and completely taken over by lust, mouth parted to let moans freely spill out, pure ecstasy written into every feature.
“Fuck, baby. You see that? See how beautiful you are? How sexy?” He grunted, each question starting and ending with a rough thrust that had the mirror on the vanity banging into the wall behind it.
“H-hobi,” you moaned as you watched your wrecked selves in the mirror, closing your eyes when his thrusts picked up depth.
He slid in and out of your pussy with embarrassing ease, wet noises resulting from his thrusts making both of you groan collectively.
Soon the only sound in the room, and the near vicinity of the concert hall, was your moans and the slapping of skin against skin, your ass beginning to sting with the repetitive impact from Hoseok’s pelvis.
Your core was beginning to get that familiar fizzling feeling as the head of his cock bumped your cervix, whimpers increasing as your boyfriend leaned down to press kisses onto your neck.
“Sh-shit, I love you.” He breathed as your walls twitched around his length, oxygen stuttering in his throat at the feeling.
“Hoseok.” You whined, jaw dropping as his finger made connection with your neglected clit, rubbing it in concentrated circles to ensure your release.
Slamming your hand down on the table to grip onto the edge, you let many inaudible words slip out of your mouth as you suddenly released on Hoseok’s cock.
The man groaned at the feeling, slowing his pumps in an attempt at being careful to exclude any overstimulation.
The action only made you whine as you pushed your hips back on him, wanting to feel him lose everything as you just had even in your foggy state of mind.
When all you got was a “you okay?,” you just rolled your eyes, pulling away from the man to let his dick drop from your entrance and face him, immediately dropping to your knees before he could utter a word.
“Wh-what are you, oh fuck.” He moaned as you quickly took his throbbing cock into your mouth, watching you as you sunk down his throbbing length until he tapped at the back of your throat, initiating a small cough before you adjusted to the feeling.
He was definitely a tight fit in your mouth, as Hoseok was most likely about to blow his load with the size of him right now, but he fit snug in the back of your throat, sucking a hiss through his teeth as you swallowed around his cockhead.
“Baby, can I?” He asked, looking down at you with scrunched eyebrows and a curled lip, chest heaving as you swallowed around him again.
You nearly chuckled at the question, always asked out of consideration despite you both knowing it would always be an affirmative answer from you.
“Mhmm,” You hummed for his benefit, and the fact that your entire mouth was already occupied, the vibration making Hoseok let out another loud moan before slapping a hand over his mouth.
“You’re gonna get me in so much trouble.” He chuckled after a moment of silence outside the door, you humming again with a smirk as he repeated the loud sound you’d heard previously.
“Mm, shit.” He swore, letting his hands travel down to land on the back of your head, both supporting and controlling you as he began pumping his hips into your hot mouth, face scrunched in ecstasy.
You mostly let him do as he pleased, only making a move to lick at his slit when his mushroom head slipped from your tongue.
“Oh god.” He rolled his head back to look at the ceiling, sweaty neck fully visible as he put his last few strokes into your hollowed cheeks, increasingly weak before his cum painted your tongue, long, tangy ropes making it down your throat as well.
Popping off of his softening length in pride, you rose to a stand in front of the heavily breathing man, brushing his wet hair back from his forehead with a hand before reaching out for you with an exasperated laugh.
“I liked your performance better. You’re fucking unreal.”
Quirking a smile at his breathy words, you leaned forward to press a rather gentle kiss to his lips, resting your hand on his chest with a grin as he cemented you close to him with a hand on your spine.
“So are you. I’m so proud.” You said genuinely, tone softer than when you’d told him earlier, now without the fiending need to jump his bones.
The look in Hoseok’s eyes told you that was everything and more that he needed to hear, smiling wide before kissing your lips once again.
“Thank you, angel.”
A few peaceful moments passed before you suddenly pulled back from your man, widened eyes catching his attention as he rubbed his fingers over your forearm.
“What is it?” He asked, following your gaze as you looked over at the door of his dressing room.
“Do you think they heard us?” You asked fearfully, only remembering now that the backstage space wasn’t huge at this venue, and the other six guys along with all the staff were bound to have heard the noises resulting from your activities.
Hoseok was quiet for a moment, seemingly debating how to handle the situation before he turned to you with a sigh.
“I think we should sneak out the back door.”
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