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Training with Zoro P.1 (Eventual Smut) Y/N X Zoro
🍶 Wc: 4k+
So I cross-posted this again from my AO3, and this is the second chapter. The first chapter really just is your background, and how you started training with Zoro. It’s not necessary really, but here’s the link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/44437204/chapters/111770101
TW’s: seasickness, vomiting
Part 2
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You were going to die. Happily, mind you, but you were still going to die. Your heart was going to burst, and not just from the training.
“When I said training, I didn’t think this would be part of it” you confessed breathlessly. Zoro huffed a small laugh under you as his back flexed. Holy shit he’s really strong.
“You better not drop those weights on me” he warned. You grunted.
“No promises” you teased. You were knelt on his bare back as he did push-ups beneath your legs. Balancing on his back while timing your overhead shoulder presses with him pressing upwards was not what you had expected when you asked for training. You had just started, and you were already starting to feel the burn of your muscles, on top of the soreness from last training session. Balancing while lifting light weights worked a lot more muscles than you thought it would.
“Don’t my knees and feet hurt your back?” you asked as you steadily lowered the weights down to gently touch your shoulders as the body beneath you lowered easily. He grunted as he began to rise, and you pushed your weights in time with his movements, air hissing between your teeth, like he taught you in the first session. You could feel his muscles working under your bare shins and knees, his warmth bleeding into you.
“You think you’re heavy enough to hurt me?” he scoffed once he straightened his arms. You glanced at his ridiculous weights to the side.
“I meant if my knees and the tops of my feet were going to bruise your back. Because they’re bony”
“Probably not”
You didn’t like his answer.
“Lemme off”
He scoffed, beginning to lower his torso slowly.
“Tired already?”
Yes, but that’s not why.
“Shut up. I don’t want to bruise you”
He promptly shot his body back up, and you nearly toppled off. You tossed the weights quickly to the sides while you flailed and gripped his toned shoulders with your now free hands. God dammit why is so warm and hot and gorgeous… STOP!
“Hey! Be careful! I almost dropped the weights on you!” you snapped. You could tell he was smirking. Bastard.
“I was hoping you would”
“What?! Why?!”
He lowered his torso again, this time all the way to the ground. You rolled off him, your arms still shaky from the weight training. You sat cross legged, glaring at him as he sat up and knelt on the floor. That damn smirk was back.
“To show you that I can take a hit. Not that it would be much from you” he teased. You narrowed your eyes at him. Was he trying to rile you up?
“I’ve trained my body since I was a kid. I know I’m strong. Hell, I’ve taken a hit from a giant demon zombie and lived. I can take whatever your weak little body can dish out” he teased, reaching out to pinch your (admittedly) flabby arms. You smacked his hand away.
“Are you trying to get hit?”
“Mmhm. You know fighting isn’t all about strength” he said. His demeanor changed from teasing to teaching.
“Last training session, I got a baseline for your current physical strength. That’s why I had you do everything until failure. Rough session, but now I know where to start with you. You have little to no strength in your arms, but with the right support from other parts of your body, you’d be able to take care of yourself in a fight. Your legs hold some power, but you don’t know how to utilize it by using different angles, center of gravity, and momentum. Training your shoulders, core, and back will be important too.”
You listened intently, trying to picture the type of fighting you’d do with the muscle groups. Your back, core, and shoulders would be most likely to be used for pulling, twisting, and stabilization if your arms wouldn’t be used really to punch. Your legs and center of gravity would be used to keep your balance.
“So… Like standing steady and pulling or twisting?” you pondered aloud. Zoro nodded with a proud smile.
“Using the opponent’s force against them. Once you’re ready, we can start having you spar with Chopper’s human form”
“He’s heavy though! He’d squash me easily”
“That’s why I said once you’re ready! Besides, he’d hold back so you can get your form correct. He’s a better choice than Luffy, and Franky’s forearms would be too big to start with. Though, I suppose you could use Usopp too. He should learn close combat” he explained, falling into a mutter at the end. You grunted an agreement.
“What about punching? Isn’t that how you’re supposed to fight?” you asked. The swordsman shook his head.
“When you’re a pirate on the Grand Line, there’s no ‘proper’ way to fight. Look at Luffy. He does whatever the hell he wants, and while a lot of that is punching, he uses his powers to make it unique. Franky does too. Nami uses lighting a lot, and Usopp is a sniper. Even that damn love cook doesn’t use his hands” he pointed out. You hummed in acknowledgement.
“Chopper punches” you observed. Zoro nodded.
“That’s why once you’re ready, you’re going to spar with him if he isn’t busy.”
“Why?”
“One of the first things a marine will do is swing at you with a sword, shoot, or go to punch you. Really, it’s easy to use very similar moves to pull the marine off balance by grabbing his gun or fist” he explained. You blanched at the thought of being shot at, brushing over the new scar on your arm. Your mind was beginning to hurt at all the knowledge being thrown at you in such a short time. You made a face as you massaged your temple.
“Don’t you guys run from marines a lot?” you asked. Zoro scoffed.
“Yeah. Our idiot captain gets us in trouble a lot. But most of those aren’t worth fighting, or we’re heavily outnumbered” he shrugged. You groaned and flopped back onto the wood floor.
“I’m not fast at all. Or have the stamina to run like you guys do” you admitted.
“Why don’t you run around with Luffy, Chopper and Usopp when they’re messing around? It’ll be a fun way to start to build stamina before I start with you” he said easily.
Your face burned at the words, and you let your gaze fall to the window. Before he starts building stamina with me? Would it be messing around in a different way? He cleared his throat suddenly, as if realizing what he said.
“Get up. You’re done with weights today, but not with your workout”
Your sigh turned into a groan as you heaved your body to stand upright.
“What fun do we have now, O Great One?” you asked sarcastically, smoothing your hair away from your face.
“Just for that, I’m pushing you harder” he smirked evilly. You swallowed, desperately trying not to imagine that smirk in a very different situation. One with less clothing. You looked away, desperately trying to will your desire away as you gazed out the window again. You heard him gulp some water before speaking again.
“Now get on your knees” he ordered. His voice had deepened slightly, probably due to the water. You didn’t care. As soon as the words left his mouth, your knees dropped. You winced when they thudded painfully on the hard wood as you felt your thighs jiggle slightly. You froze, slowly looking up at him as your face got hotter. Gods why did I have to be born obedient to this man. He looked at you in surprise, tinged with concern.
“Not a word” you breathed. Your face felt way too hot. You hid behind your hands.
“Not a goddamn word. Just tell me what you wanted me to do”
Your plea was met with silence. I’m going to die from embarrassment now. After a few moments, you peeked through your fingers. Zoro was looking at you openly, moving his blank gaze to your knees. He seemed torn. Between what, you had no idea. Probably disgust and his promise to you as a member of his crew. You looked away, suddenly invested in the bench nearby.
“Hey. Tell me what you wanted me to do” you spoke softly, but it seemed to break him out of his thoughts. You still weren’t looking at him.
"I uh. You can’t do it anymore”
Your heart sank. He really was disgusted then.
“Ah. I’ll uh. I’ll leave then”
“Wait! Why?”
You looked at him, trying to hide the hurt by overplaying confusion.
“You just said I couldn’t do it anymore.”
“Yeah, the exercise. You hurt your knees doing that, and it’s painful to do when your knees are bruised. I had to think of a different one to work the same muscles” he explained. His voice was level, like nothing just happened.
Right. The exercise.
“Ah” you replied eloquently. Zoro scratched the back of his head, almost as if he was embarrassed.
“I want you to do squats, each time as if you’re going to sit on the ground. Go as low as you can in a stance slightly wider than your hips, ideally so you’re a few inches above the ground. Stand in front of a wall in case you can’t get back up or fall back. Keep your hands clasped in front of your chest the whole time, unless you’re using the wall to help yourself back up. Do sixty to start – three sets of twenty, or however you want to break it up” he said clinically. You nodded.
“What are you going to do?” you asked meekly. He pointed to his ridiculously oversized weights.
“If you want to, take notes on my form when I lift. I don’t want you hurting yourself by accident” he said.
You nodded. You did take notes on his form as he lifted, watching how he stabilized himself and which muscles he seemed to work as the angles of his lifting changed. You firmly locked away the horny part of you in your mind, too embarrassed to let it run free again.
You let the burn of your muscles override your desire, approaching the situation with a clinical observation. The rest of the training session passed the same way. He paused to instruct you in your workout as he worked with his weights, efficiently describing different body weight exercises that worked your legs, abs, back and shoulders. He lifted his gaze occasionally to make sure your form was correct, and bark out reminders to keep your back straight or to engage your core.
Eventually, you collapsed onto your back, groaning as your abs protested.
“Rest up here until you can climb back down” Zoro said. He seemed amused at your pain, but you were too exhausted to make a retort. Something thudded by your arm, and you let your head loll to the side to look down. A water bottle.
“You need to stay hydrated, or you’ll be even more sore”
You groaned again in response, but hauled yourself up and greedily drank the water. Some ran in small rivulets down your chin, but you didn’t care. It was hot and stuffy with all the windows closed, and you were sweating. You moaned at the chill of the water and dumped the rest over your head. You slicked wet hair back from your face as you gasped. You finally felt like you could breathe again.
“Ohh fuck that feels good” you moaned. A loud thunk sounded across the room, and you glanced towards the sound. Zoro was facing away from you, breathing heavily as he picked up the weight he dropped. He must’ve really been working harder than you thought because even the back of his neck was red. Sweat was dripping down his back, and his shoulders were heaving from his breath.
“Should I open a window for a bit? You look like you’re overheating” you asked, slightly concerned. He grunted an affirmation in response, and you hissed as you forced yourself to stand on shaky legs. You muttered curses under your breath as you made your way to the window. You opened it and collapsed on the bench situated under it.
Looking out, the weather seemed steady for now. It was overcast and breezy, and there seemed to be sunlight streaming through ahead.
“If this keeps up, we might have a beautiful sunset” you observed.
“You’d have to ask the witch”
You flinched at how close the voice was to you. You sent him a glance, noticing he still seemed flushed from his workout. You patted the bench next to you as you moved further away from the open window. He sat and turned his head towards the breeze.
“Don’t be rude to Nami. She’s amazing at what she does, and makes sure we have enough money. You wouldn’t have booze otherwise” you chided. He merely grunted. Comfortable silence enveloped the room for a few minutes as the two of you watched the sea.
“Aren’t you supposed to stretch or something after you work out too?” you asked.
“Typically, yeah. Before and after. But with your muscles so new to this exertion, it might help you to stretch in a hot bath. I forgot to mention that last time. But we’ll always stretch before we begin our training sessions” he explained. His gaze shifted a little out to sea. He sounded distracted.
“Something wrong?” you asked, following his gaze. You didn’t see anything.
“Maybe not… but I’ll check with the witch” he muttered. He grabbed the transponder snail and clicked on the speaker system from the crows nest.
“Oi. Nami. Something seems weird ahead. Everything okay?”
“OIIIII!!! ZOROOOO!! CAN WE EAT IT?!” Luffy cried from below.
“Shut up!”
“It’s a storm! Everyone in their places! Thanks Zoro!” cried Nami. Zoro swore, rushed to grab his swords and don them before gesturing to you.
“Let’s go. This could be either brutal or really quick. Either way, you don’t want to be up here.”
You stood on unsteady legs, the sudden waves making the Crow’s Nest sway more than the lower deck. You stumbled, landing on your already bruised knees. You hissed in pain. An arm wrapped around your middle as the swordsman helped you stand before crouching down in front of you with his back open.
“Get on my back” he ordered. You slung your arms and legs over him, gripping on for dear life with your forearms around his throat as the boat swayed the opposite way. His hands gripped yours and yanked them away from his neck so he could breathe.
“Oi! Don’t strangle me!”
“Stop complaining and get us out of here!” you snapped. You felt the vibration of him muttering under his breath as he sped down the ropes. You squeaked at the speed paired with the swaying, and tucked your face into the back of his neck.
He landed easily on the deck, and knocked you on your butt as he sped off to help with the ropes. The ship tilted suddenly, sending Brook stumbling into you. You caught his light frame and steadied him.
“YO HO HO HO! Thank you! I don’t know what I should be doing or where I should be. Should I play a song?” he said, producing a violin from nowhere. You tucked his statement away for later.
“Whatever you want to do. I’m going to ask Nami and Franky if I should do something” you said in reply, rushing off up the stairs to the helm. As you reached them, you stumbled into Franky with the sudden lilt of the deck. It was your first storm on the grand line, and you didn’t really have your sea legs. Franky caught you, riding the swaying easily. You smiled your thanks.
“Do you want me to do something?” you called over the rising wind. Nami turned to you, shaking her head.
“It should be over in a half hour. Just sit tight until then” she instructed. You nodded, watching Franky and trying to copy his easy stance. Brook’s song started from the deck, giving you peace of mind. You stumbled again.
“How do you do it?” you asked the cyborg. He turned to you.
“Eh? Do what?”
“Stand and walk so easy on the ship when it’s like this” you gestured at the rising waves, and promptly nearly fell on your ass. Franky caught you easily again.
“Ahhh. That. Well, you just gotta ride the waves. You can’t fight it. Loosen your hips and knees. You gotta be part of the boat to ride the waves like a boat, ya know? The ocean can’t be tamed” he explained with his typical overexaggerated movements. You turned to the bow and deck of the ship, watching how they move, and preparing to move easily with the waves.
As the bow rose, the deck followed, and next would be the helm. You prepared for the rise of the floor beneath you, loosening your hips and knees as Franky suggested. You didn’t stumble. You blinked in surprise. You watched as the bow fell over the crest of a wave, dragging the ship with it. You prepared your body for the drop of the boat, and you only stumbled a little as the boat crashed into the water. You were getting it.
This lasted for about fifteen minutes, during which the churning in your stomach rose to overwhelming nausea. You didn’t notice Franky observing you closely as your face paled. You gagged, and stumbled over to the railing, emptying your stomach of the water from before. You continued to retch and gag, dizzy and getting a headache from the constant movement. A large hand rubbed your back and stroked your hair as you dry heaved. During a break, you looked shakily behind you to see the large man.
“I’d take you below deck but it’s worse if you don’t have fresh air” he muttered. Nami looked over at you sympathetically, and you groaned.
“Let me take you to the grass. It’ll help ground you but also it’s where the ship is moving the least” Franky continued. He walked you down the stairs, then disappeared briefly to grab a bucket. You leaned heavily against the railing, shaking and shivering.
Franky picked you up bridal style and carried you to the rear of the deck, so you could lean against the wall while sitting on the grass. You groaned as he sat you down, rain pelting your face as the ship tilted again. You heard Luffy somewhere whooping with joy. You wanted to punch him.
“Lay down sideways so you can smell the grass. It sounds weird but trust me. Smell affects sea sickness” he said. You flopped down onto the wet grass, shivering at the cold touch. You focused on inhaling and exhaling, trying to find the scent of the grass under the heavy salt of the sea and the cold of the rain. You felt the lurching of the ship and the shudders as it landed harshly on the water. You gagged a few times, propping yourself up onto arm to stick your head over the bucket. You distantly heard Franky calling for Chopper.
Soon enough, the reindeer entered your field of vision, holding medicine. You moaned in relief.
“Eh? You’re seasick? Why are you on a ship then? Shihehehe Do you need meat?” Luffy’s voice came from your feet, and you kicked out weakly, nudging his leg. Chopper fed you the medicine, which tasted strongly of ginger. You turned to the doctor, beckoning him closer to be heard over the storm.
“Thanks Doc. But tell Luffy if he says anything dumb to me one more time while I’m like this, I will throw him into the ocean once I can” you weakly threatened. Chopper nodded, fearful of your threat. He relayed the threat to Luffy while pushing him away. You collapsed back onto your side. It was a few minutes before you felt a presence beside you. You squinted up through the rain to reveal Franky had come back to keep you company through the storm.
“You know, it’s better to be distracted while you’re seasick. So I’ve heard. A lot of people visit Water 7, and talk about how they were seasick on rough seas. I’ve never been seasick since I basically grew up around boats. I can tell you stories to keep you distracted through the storm” he said. His voice carried easily above the wind and crashing of the waves. You nodded, feeling your nausea begin to subside due to Chopper’s medicine.
“Sure, but if you say seasick one more time, I’ll make sure I puke on your swimsuit” you threatened. A flash of horror crossed the cyborg’s face.
“This is my favorite one!” he gasped dramatically. You cocked an eyebrow, a weak smile threatening to break your façade. You gagged again, shoving your head over the bucket. You were only dry heaving, which you were thankful for, but you never knew if something else would come up.
“Oi oi! Fine! But you have to listen to the SUUPERR Franky stories!” he declared. You grinned, nodding weakly. He told you stories of his time in Water 7, ruling the backstreets with the Franky Family. He told you how he met each member, and boasted their specialties, complete with examples in the form of mini side stories.
You were so absorbed in his dramatic and expressive storytelling complete with odd dances that you hardly noticed when the waves began to die down; the bucket held in your hands forgotten. You only noticed the storm had fully passed when Brook sat down nearby, listening to Franky tell his stories. You shivered with your exhaustion and the cold of the water drying from your skin. Chopper trotted up, checking on you. You thanked him with a tired smile, which obviously made him really happy despite his words denying his emotions.
That night, while Sanji cooked a hearty meal full of meat for everyone else, you got a light soup and a small portion of plain rice, which you were immensely grateful for. You were hungrier than you realized, having done a full workout on top of emptying your stomach repeatedly. Your body needed the nutrients. You shyly asked Sanji for seconds, which he gladly gave you, landing a kick on Luffy when he tried to sneak your soup. Once you were full, you noticed just how exhausted you really were. You were still chilled, having only dried off and changed clothes. Yet, you couldn’t sleep due to the bone-deep chill that persisted no matter if you were snuggled in blankets or not.
You trudged up to the bath, which was only occupied by Robin. She let you join her readily. You had a sneaking suspicion she knew of your crush on Zoro, and you were too tired to even be embarrassed to be seen naked. Or to be flustered by her perfect body.
The warm water felt heavenly on your skin as you scrubbed the day’s grime off. Sinking into the soaking bath felt euphoric, and you moaned unrestrained as you sunk into the water. Robin giggled from the other side of the bath.
“Rough day?” she asked.
“Ugh. Yeah. I’m exhausted” you replied easily.
“What happened to your knees?” she asked innocently. Your gaze fell down to your knees, peeking just barely above the surface of the bath. They were bruising. Your face flushed as you remembered the incident with Zoro. You sighed. You’d already embarrassed yourself more than enough today, plus Robin wouldn’t be one to judge.
“When I was training with Zoro today… he basically ordered me to get on my knees. Of course, if a man like Zoro, who is shirtless, sweaty and attractive as all hell, tells you to get on your knees, by god you do. So I didn’t even slow down my fall really. I just literally dropped to my knees without thinking about it. God I’m such a sub” you muttered the last part quietly, but it didn’t go unheard if Robin’s quiet laugh was anything to go by.
“How did he react?”
“He was quiet for a bit, but eventually told me I couldn’t do the exercise he had planned anymore because of my knees so he had me do squats and sit-ups and other exercises while he worked with his weights. Of course, at first I thought he was telling me I couldn’t train with him anymore” you admitted. Robin hummed.
“Well you should stretch in the bath then. I’ll stay with you to make sure you don’t fall asleep in here”
You sent her a tired smile, remembering that Zoro had told you to stretch earlier.
“Mmm. Thanks. You know, you’re so peaceful to be around” you said as you began stretching you legs. You hissed at the feeling and glanced up at your companion. She was beaming at you, a genuine smile curving her lips.
“Thank you” she said quietly. You hummed, focusing back on stretching.
“Do you want me to massage your shoulders? They’re hard to stretch”
“Uh… If you’re offering, sure… but I don’t know how it would work when I’m stretching and leaning away from you”
Robin smirked, raising her arms elegantly so her hands were by opposite shoulders, palms facing up. You jolted as hands erupted from your back and began massaging your shoulders. You grunted at the feeling, wincing now and again when she hit a particularly sore spot.
“Oh. Thanks”
You finished stretching your muscles, with Robin adding in some advice here and there to move more effectively. Exhaustion was causing you to sway and stumble as you dressed yourself in pajamas. She guided you to your bed and tucked you under the blanket. You heard a whispered “goodnight” as your eyes closed, unconsciousness welcoming you back to the world of dreams.
#one piece x reader#fluff#g/n reader#zoro x y/n#zoro#spicy#not quite smut#eventual romance#eventual smut#mugiwara no ichimi#mugiwara kaizoku#reader is a simp#reader is part of mugiwara kaizoku#straw hat crew#eventual relationship#zoro x reader#no use of y/n#idk what tags to use
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gojo fucks you so well because he's so terrified that any time might be his last. he holds you close to his chest, your sweaty bodies writhing against each other as you can't get any closer, and he pounds into you like there's no tomorrow.
his brows are furrowed, his lips as curled tightly as if to contain any of his moans.
"'toru, fuck, wait..." your nails are scratching deep red lines on his back, your brows furrowed in pleasure, but confused as to why he's like this. normally he's slow, teasing.
he doesn't answer, his eyes connected to where the two of you meet, your essence dripping down his balls. his hair is falling into his face, his breath hot against your neck as he buries his face in it, sucking on the column of your skin, his tongue soothing over where his teeth would nip.
he wants to mark you. he wants you to carry him on your skin because a part of him deeply worries that some night might be the last time he could do this.
he angled his hips to reach into you deeper, your back arching as your tits pressed against his solid chest, his lips finding yours as he hungrily made out with you, his grip on your waist tightening.
"love you," he'd mutter against your swollen lips, his eyes finding yours as he picked up his pace, "love you s'fuckin much."
and he fucks you to show you how he means it.
#gojo x reader#gojo x reader smut#gojo blurb#gojo x you#gojo x you smut#gojo smut#gojo drabble#i saw the leaks :)))#i need some comfort#i can't put anything into words quite yet#!!#jujutsu kaisen
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john price + simon (ghost) riley x fem reader
!! smut - minors dni; threesome; creampie; objectification (a lil); dom john, switch ghost, sub reader / so i spiralled...
john groans as he spreads your folds apart, feeling your tender skin twitch at the press of his muscles, before he hears a whine tickling the base of your throat only for the sound to be muffled by the fluff of the pillows.
"c'mere, lieutenant," john says, his voice barely above a whisper, but simon's trained ears pick up the order and john hears – given that he's unwilling to look away from your winking hole – the way simon slides up from the bed before dropping down just behind john.
"fuck," simon rasps when he sees you, his voice sounding strained himself.
john can't fault him, not when he is still dumbstruck at seeing the way your gaping pussy is leaking, their shared cum dribbling out of your cunt in messy trickles, the viscous liquid almost webbing when it gets snagged by the little hairs on your skin.
yeah. fuck indeed.
"cap'n," simon whines from behind him and john turns, abandoning the lewd image that you make if only to see what john knows were the beginnings of simon's pleas.
"yes, lieutenant?"
john has to bite down a smirk at seeing the smallest of trembles that racks simon's body.
"once more," simon mumbles, all breathy and shy. "can i fuck her once more?"
john lets out a long hum, pretending to think about his response. they hear you mewl on the bed, your hips swaying at simon's words, but the two of them feign pretenses as they continue to gaze at each other.
finally, john rumbles, "go on, lieutenant." he pulls his hands away from your body, patting your ass in faux comfort, before making room so simon could slide towards you.
simon obeys the quiet command from his captain, his big bulk claiming the spot that had belonged to john. john nods in approval before turning to pat the top of simon's masked head.
"you've been such a good boy for us, simon. go on. use her."
john finally allows himself a wide smirk at hearing you and simon moan at the same time, the gravity of his words – of his use of simon's name – echoing in the room, filling up the buzzing space.
he squeezes simon's shoulder before falling onto the lone chair in the room. he'll join you and simon in the next round but for now, john will enjoy the show.
#suns.f#simon ghost riley x reader#john price x reader#simon ghost riley smut#john price smut#simon ghost riley#john price#suns#i have no excuse for this other than the fact i am quite h-word#feel free to look away bc this is nastyyyyy
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ive never stopped thinking about how pretty gojo’s cock is :(
his tip the perfect shade of pink, always milky and creamy — it kinda dribbles when he cums because there’s always so much of it for you. n like, the veins are prominent and hard, silvery blue spiralling down his shaft n you can see how each one pulses whenever you touch him.
sniffs satoru’s cock is so lengthy that it slaps against his tummy after springing free from the constraints of his boxers, leaving a sticky shine against his silver moon skin — just above his belly button.
you like how sensitive it is — jumping in your hands, painting your knuckles and your tongue white ‘cause satoru can’t contain himself when he’s with you.
just so drooly, and long and clean :(
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but like...
daichi slamming into you but SLOW. drawing his cock almost all the way out, moaning your name as his mouth falls open, your tight, creamy cunt sucking his fat dick so good before he snaps his hips flush with yours again.
daichi's coarse fingertips dimpling the plush of your hips with one hand as he grips the headboard w the other. his heavy balls are smacking against your clit, wet with your combined pre.
you arch your back for him, preen for him. you whimper his name like a pathetic whore in heat, presenting yourself to the most basic, carnal beast inside of him
and it fucking works.
daichi drapes his larger body over your back, the pressure of his weight only feeding into your impending orgasm. he wraps his fist around the longest part of your hair and insists that you cum for him. and who are you to deny your devoted husband and father of your children?
you obey, squeezing and squealing...clenching and crying out as you come apart around him, repeatedly telling him how much you love him.
"baby, you know i love you too," he huffs, slamming his hips against your ass with sharp, wet slaps of skin. "love you more than anything..." he almost sounds drunk now. "...so good, nhhn~ love you so much~" he groans, spilling his thick seed inside you as his trembling hips push hard against your bottom.
#sorry not proofread or anything#not adding warnings and shit worries me but i've just gotta get this out#just pulled c1 zhongli tonight (iykyk) so feeling QUITE GOOD#fun fact: zhongli (genshin impact) and daichi have the same bday 👀#if you're familiar w both you'll easily see it#jfc sorry not sorry#daichi#daichi sawamura#daichi x f!reader#daichi sawamura x f!reader#daichi x reader#daichi sawamura x reader#daichi smut#daichi sawamura smut#daichi x you#daichi sawamura x you#daichi x y/n#daichi sawamura x y/n#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smut#hq x reader#hq smut#feral daichi omg please
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Long Night
Pairings - Roommate!tfatws!Bucky x Fem!Roommate!Reader
Summary - You've been stood up twice in a row now. Bucky is tired of seeing you disappointed. So he takes you on a date.
Warnings - angst, being stood up, angry/annoyed bucky
Notes - I'm horrible at summaries, I know!! This happened to me a couple days ago, wishing I had a Bucky to take me on a date in Brooklyn right about now! Not proofread so lmk if there are any mistakes! Thank you for reading loves!!
WC - 1,750
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"Whatcha gettin' ready for, doll?" Bucky leaned on your bedroom doorframe, watching you straighten your hair in the mirror on top of your dresser.
"I have a date." You smiled, not noticing the slight drop in Bucky's smile.
"Oh, with anyone I know?"
You shook your head. "His name's Nash. Someone Sam set me up with," You explained. "He's supposed to pick me up in twenty minutes."
Bucky internally rolled his eyes. The guys Sam hung around with were nice, yes. However, he never got the guts to take you out on the date you deserved. A date with him.
"Are you sure you want him picking you up?" Bucky asked, making you look back in confusion. "I mean you don't know him that well... You could meet him there or uh, I'll drop you off."
You let out a small laugh, "Yeah Buck, I'll just have my male roommate drop me off at a date, that'll go over well."
Bucky shrugged. He walked away from your bedroom to grab a beer from the fridge before sitting on the couch. He turned on whatever channel didn't require him to use the remote too much before slouching into the cushions.
Twenty minutes passed by when you slipped out of your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.
"Wow, doll. You.." Bucky's eyes widened slightly, "You look great."
You grinned, looking down at your outfit. It was basic but it was the most comfortable yet fashionable outfit you had. Black flared leggings with a sage green sweater and some white sneakers. It was simple yet appropriate for a late-night-diner date.
And to top it all off your makeup had cooperated for once. Both eyebrows looked like twins and not sisters. Your highlight was perfect, shimmering, but not too much. And you had the perfect lipgloss that made your lips look sunkissed. Perfect.
"He should be here any minute!" You sprayed some perfume, your favorite vanilla scent, and went to sit in the armchair across from the couch.
Bucky hummed, keeping his eyes on the Tv, taking another sip of beer.
However, twenty more minutes went by and Nash hadn't texted you, hadn't called, and hadn't shown up. Bucky was starting to feel bad and you could tell by the pity looks he kept throwing your way.
"He uhm," Bucky cleared his throat, "Maybe he hit traffic. You know, with it being New York and everything." You nodded, trying to hold onto at least a small bit of hope. "Yeah, traffic."
But then another forty minutes went by and he still hadn't even texted.
And then another hour.
And another hour.
By the time Bucky finally turned off the Tv it was three and a half hours since the time Nash was supposed to come pick you up.
You were still sitting in the armchair, having dozed off with a couple tears streaked down your face. Ruining your once-perfect makeup.
Bucky sighed, silently cursing Sam even though he knew it wasn't his fault.
"Alright, doll," Bucky whispered, placing his metal arm behind your back, and lifting your legs with his right. You groaned awake, holding your phone in your palm as you wiped your cheek. "What time is it?" Your eyes shoot open, "Did he show up?"
Bucky placed you in your bed, handing you one of his t-shirts you had stolen a while ago. "No, doll. I'm sorry." You stripped your shirt off to change as Bucky went into your bathroom, grabbing a couple of makeup wipes.
"Here." He softly spoke, hating your distraught and disappointed expression.
You wiped your makeup off, shedding a couple more tears in the process. The tears dripped from your cheek to the grey henley Bucky had given you. "It's okay. Maybe he was just busy."
Bucky wanted to roll his eyes. He wanted to tell you that any respectful man, any gentleman wouldn't have done what Nash did to you. But he kept his mouth shut, opting to hum in your favor, and threw the makeup wipes in the trash when your face was completely bare.
"Goodnight, Doll." He placed a kiss on the crown of your head as you hummed in response. "Goodnight, Buck."
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A couple days later, you finally got a text back from Nash.
"Bucky I was right!!"
You came sliding into the kitchen, your socks making it easy to ice-skate on the smooth wood floor.
Bucky chuckled at your ability to skid so gracefully without falling. He had tried it once but vowed to never do it again after he slid into the dining room table. You would never let him live it down.
"Right about what, doll?" Bucky flipped the pancake, adding some vanilla to the dough.
"About Nash! He actually was busy!"
Bucky quirked an eyebrow. Wondering why he had waited this long to text you back. Six days to be exact. "Did he say with what?"
Bucky turned back to making breakfast.
"He said he got busy with work, and that something at work pissed him off so he didn't wanna see me while he was upset." You explained what Nash had told you.
Bucky had never wanted to hit someone in the face so hard.
Well, actually that wasn't true. But he did want to sock Nash in the face for standing you up and giving you a half-ass excuse days later.
"I mean that explains things, yeah..." Your brows furrowed at Bucky's flat tone. "Do you not believe it?"
Bucky sighed, pulling the milk and eggs from the fridge as you sat on the countertop. "It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that it kinda seems like he forgot and or didn't wanna see you so he made up an excuse a little less than a week later to not seem like a dick."
You nodded, taking in the information. Bucky couldn't sense your reaction quite yet, seeing how you were just staring at the ground with your hands in your lap, swinging your legs in the air.
"I mean, I'm seeing him tonight. If everything goes well after then I'll know it really was true."
"You're seeing him again?"
You nod, "But this time I'm meeting him at the fourth corner Bakery. And I'm meeting him earlier this time, around noon."
Bucky looked over at the clock, seeing it was already 10:45. "Well you better go get ready," He said almost reluctantly, "Breakfast will be done before you need to leave."
You smiled, hopping off the countertop as you gave Bucky a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Buck. You're the best!"
He smiled, but then remembered he's only making you breakfast before you go on a date with a guy who's already stood you up once. Rolling his eyes, he scrambled the eyes, listening to your music in the other room.
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You had already left for your date three hours ago when Bucky decided to go over to see Sam. His excuse was wanting to discuss the next mission they were due to go on in a week. But he just didn't want to sit at home all day, thinking about how you were on a date with another guy.
However, before he could reach Sam's he had to pass by the bakery where you were meeting Nash.
Yet when he looked through the window, there you were, sitting all alone at a table for two, eating a piece of cheesecake. No Nash in sight.
An internal war started in Bucky's mind. Should he go in and see if you were okay? Or should he believe Nash was in the bathroom and you were just sitting by yourself for a minute or two?
But then he noticed the solemn look on your face. The way your fork poked at the half-eaten cake. And that was your favorite kind. Bucky mumbled a soft curse, opening the door to the bakery and making his way over to you.
Without words, he sat down, his gloved hand resting on the table in front of your plate. You kept your head down, not quite looking at Bucky but knowing he was there.
"He didn't show, again." You mumbled. If Bucky didn't have super soldier hearing he doubted he could've heard what you had said.
"I know, doll. I'm sorry." You finally looked up, tears in your eyes which made Bucky's heart clench. "Why me, Buck? Why am I the one who's alone?" Bucky stayed silent, knowing you needed to vent.
"Am I unlovable? Is that what it is? Why does every single one of my friends get to find the one? Get to fall in love, get married, and have kids and I'm the one without someone?!" Your outburst made some other customers look over in concern.
You groaned, resting your head on your hand and hiding your face from the rest of the bakery. "I- uh, I'm not sure, doll. But I know one thing.. you're not unlovable. You just haven't found the one who wants to take the effort to show you how effortless you are to love."
You looked up at Bucky, fresh tears gleaming in your eyes. You had never seen him look so vulnerable before. He usually grumped his way through emotions. But not with you, not anymore.
He gave you a sad smile, clearing his throat before he stood, "Y'know what, doll. Let's go." He held out his hand. You looked around, "Where are we going?"
Bucky took your palm in his gloved hand, "It's a surprise." You laughed, before standing and throwing the rest of your soggy cheesecake away. "You know how I feel about surprises."
"Okay, I'll give you a hint." Bucky opened the door for you, making sure to walk on the side of the road with the bustling cars and traffic. Bucky called a taxi, opening the door for you. "You're about to have the best date of your life."
You stared at him in awe before laughing and climbing in the taxi. Bucky's knees barely fit as he scooted in next to you. The driver asked where to go as Bucky licked his lips, "Brooklyn, please."
You smiled, "Brooklyn?"
Bucky nodded, throwing an arm around your shoulder. "I may be old but I still know some good spots to take my best girl on a date."
A blush rose to your cheeks as you looked over to him. "Your best girl?"
Bucky nodded, picking up your hand with his metal one before leaving a soft kiss on your knuckles. "Always and forever, doll."
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it’s ovulation week and ohmygosh lando norris is all i can think about. i feel like when his gf is ovulating he purposely does shit to make her hornier. like talking to her in a deeper voice or randomly moaning just for shits and giggles
suggestive content ahead - please read at your own discretion !
no because he is such a little shit like that i swear ,, he finds himself hilarious too . constantly flexing his hands and playing around with things to highlight the movement of his fingers , or stretching his arms above his head and letting out a downright obscene groan as the bottom of his shirt rides up to expose his v-line and abdomen . and when you look at him he just smirks and acts all innocent about it , but he's literally giggling so much it's impossible for you to not know he's guilty of trying to rile you up
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44. “I saw you naked once. And now I can’t stop thinking about it.”
45. “How are you so oblivious? I’m trying to tell you I’m fucking horny!” with spencer also he would literally memorize your body
Mini skirts. Tight shirts. Clevage. Accidental falls on his lap. Caresses on the thigh. You had used every move on your book, albeit questionably outdated, to get his attention, and that wasn't even through out the week, it was just this morning.
You couldn't get Spencer Reid to look at you, let alone sleep with you. Regardless of how badly you wanted that. One would think with his ability to read body language he would have already noticed that you were practically oozing pheromones in his direction, like an animal in heat, and yet he continued to drift his sight whenever you bent over to obnoxiously pick up the eleventh pen you had dropped since you got to the office. Everyone else enjoyed the show, everyone but the one person it was directed to.
Needless to say, your mood took a hit. Scratch that, you were straight up sad. You had heard chatter from Penelope and JJ that he liked you, and you decided to go for it only to find out, allegedly, that he didn't have the least interest in you.
You mopped around the rest of the day, and you had changed into more comfortable clothes you carried on your go-bag; what was the point on looking hot if he wasn't even gonna notice? Time flew by and night fell, everyone went home on time, thank god, but you chose to stay behind. The only thing worse than being horny for your uninterested coworker was sitting at home alone masturbating to the thought of him.
"You're not leaving?" his voice startled you a bit, forcing you to look up from the file you were working on.
"No." you answered dryly, uncharacteristic of you "Got a lot of stuff to do."
He stood there with his usual awkward demeanor, the same one you found utterly adorable and annoyingly attractive. His hands fiddled with the strap of his bag, deciding whether to simply let you be or intervene in your clearly bad mood.
"Are you okay?" he asked doubtfully.
"You know what? I'm not." you, somehow, gathered the courage to say, you stood up from your desk and closed the folder annoyedly, your lower body rested against the edge of the surface, your arms folded over your chest "Do you even like me?" you asked.
"What? Of course I like you!" he blurted out desperately, dropping his bag to his side to hurriedly stand in front of you "I consdier us to be very good friends."
"That's not— " you had to stop yourself, there was no point in threading lightly around Spencer, you knew that "I have been trying to get your attention the entire day, and you won't even spare me a glance."
"I can't look at you while we're working! I immediately get—" he also had to force his voice to stop and lower, clearing his throat in the process, it was late but not that late, people could still be around. He took a deep breath in, trying his best not to perish out of embarrassment at his confession "One time, Hotch asked me to go get you for a briefing. You were in the locker rooms, it was an accident, I swear, I didn't expect to see you naked, but I did." his face had tinted a lovely red, and his hands were having a hard time keeping still "I can't stop thinking about it. If I as much as look at you, I will get excited."
You swallowed an anticipated knot in your throat, and a pulsating sensation took over your lower body.
"I'm pretty sure there's a way I could help you with that." you extended your arms to have them laying on his shoulders, promptly wrapping them around his neck.
"There is, actually, you could start buttoning your shirts properly." he said, and you had to roll your eyes.
Instead of saying something else, you tugged him forward to let your lips land on the side of his jawline. He lost his balance for a second, having to press his palm against the desk for support. Soft moans were coming out from his lips at the licks and gentle sucks you would take on his skin trailing down his neck.
"How oblivious can you be?" you muttered against his skin before moving to his mouth, your teeth dragging his bottom in a playful nibble "I'm trying to tell you that I'm fucking horny."
Your words barely had left your mouth before he was attacking it with his own. His hips pressed forward and you could feel the harded bulge rub against your thighs.
It was the rustling of his belt being pulled open what let you know you had finally cracked Spencer Reid, and you were in for a good night of being rewarded for that.
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I was blessed with the mental image of Satoru and Suguru grinding their hard dicks together in front of you, their sticky precum mixing together as Satoru lies sprawled out on the bed beneath Suguru, whimpering like the bottom he is whenever Suguru gets involved in your play time. His crystal blue eyes are all glazed over with pleasure as he pants for air and he makes eye contact with you the moment he starts to cum. His mouth falls open and the most delicious, high-pitched moan that sounds more like a sob falls from his pretty lips as thick, white semen spurts out of his swollen tip and covers Suguru's cock with his release. Suguru is quick to pull away as soon as Satoru starts to come down from his high, bending you over to fuck what's left on his cock of Satoru's cum into your tight pussy until you both reach your orgasms and he mixes his own cum in with it. ❤️
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heyo :)
what are your thoughts on nanami with a breeding kink lmao
why hello my dear, i'm so glad u asked 🤭
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fem! reader, breeding kink, pregnancy mention but no actual pregnancy (yet?!), unprotected sex, creampie.
"more," you breathe, in spite of your lungs protesting, in spite of the way your heartbeat thuds so loudly in your ears you can hardly hear the faint, whispery little whines that escape you with every deep, intentional sweep of his hips.
"more?" nanami asks, his tone playful, cocking his head to the side in question as he pauses to brush away the damp hair sticking to your forehead with those long, elegant fingers. "you want more, darling?" he moves your legs over his shoulders, shuddering along with you when that shifts him into a different angle - a deeper, more precise one that nudges the tip of his dick right up against your sweetest spot, making you whine again. "can you take it? for me?" his voice grows more strained the longer he speaks, gasping as he tries to keep his composure when your walls are so snug and tight around him, when you're practically sucking him in, arching into his warmth and writhing against your bed in pure pleasure.
you're so wet it's been beyond obscene, the evidence of your arousal and his making a mess of you - it drips out of you from the countless times he's cum and made you cum, you've lost track of how many times at this point, especially with the way he always puts your pleasure above his. your thoughts are all muddled, brain fuzzy and overwhelmed in the best way, but you can't get enough, pulling and squeezing at him and deliriously begging for more, more, more, lost in ecstasy and the adoration you hold so deeply for him.
nanami is all too happy to comply, just as lost in his bliss, in the carnal, nearly animalistic need to fill you until you can take no more, to pleasure you until he's certain he is all you can see, feel, think about.
and nanami does not often consider himself a selfish man - he actively tries not to be, but above all else, you make it so incredibly difficult.
"yes, ken, p-please, i need you," you're whining, nearly begging, nodding your head desperately at his queries as he draws his hips back, slow and deliberate, just so you can feel every ridge and vein of him along your walls. he gets his desired effect, that sweet little gasp of yours, the tears glittering across your pretty eyes and leaking out of the corners like diamonds in the low light of your shared room. and when he glances down, the practically mouthwatering sight of your combined juices coating the base of his cock as he inches it out of your sweet cunt, the way it glistens on your skin.
for someone so meticulous, he sometimes still wonders why the mess of it, the inherent debauchery it symbolizes, fascinates him so.
he stops just before the head of his cock pops free, turns to press his lips across your knee over his shoulder, chuckles a little bit into your skin as he slowly - excruciatingly slowly - slides himself back into the velvet clutch of your walls. "need more, hm?" his voice is like honey, just the right amount of gruff at the edges from heat, desire, maybe exertion. it sends pleasant chills down your spine, your fingers searching blindly until you find his grasp and weave in between his own.
"i can give you more, my love," he murmurs, leaning in to mouth at your jaw, nipping lightly at your skin just as you gasp at how he slides home just like that, buried to the hilt in you once more. "everything i have, it's all yours."
you moan as he starts moving again, undulating his hips steadily, slowly building up your pleasure once more.
"anything you want," he's at the edge of your jaw, his breath tickling your ear, teeth picking at your lobe, "i'll give it to you." his voice is so deep and low now you think you can feel it thrum through your entire body.
even in your delirium you search for his lips, tilting towards him until he kisses you without question, letting go of your hand only to cradle your cheek as you open up for him, sucking on his tongue and moaning so sweetly.
nanami pulls away to get you to breathe, smirking a little at how insatiable you are, how lovely you look spread out underneath him, heart squeezing at how much you trust him with this most vulnerable part of you; it is never lost on him, and he thinks he'll be more than happy to worship you and your body for as long as you'll have him.
"ken," you pant, one hand on his cheek too, the other gliding down to rest just underneath your own stomach, where you tap lovingly, gifting him a weak, albeit mischievous little smile. "wanna feel you."
nanami groans from deep within his chest, marveling at how quickly and easily you can spark that inherently depraved instinct within him.
he falters for only a moment before his pace quickens, and he's pounding into you so ferociously, you're clawing at his back, barely coherent, tugging at him and whining encouragingly.
he had never been this selfish, not until he met you, not until you'd ripped his heart wide open. not until you'd given him everything you had, and asked for nothing in return, not until he'd attempted to give you the world, and all you wanted was him.
would it really be selfish, then, to give you what you'd asked so sweetly for? to fill you up, as much as you like, to shape you to his cock and paint your walls with his seed, until it drips onto your skin and your sheets and makes a mess of you like he's been doing for lord only knows how long now, to give it all to you until your belly's full of him, until you're full of him...?
and if you still wanted more of him, would it really be so selfish to fill you with his babies, to prop your hips up like that and make sure it takes, to make love to you every night until you're round with life, with his life, his and yours, and beyond that?
nanami leans in just to kiss you, just to swallow up your lovely little sounds and tell you how much he loves you, though you already know. he slides his hand between your bodies to rub mercilessly at your clit, nipping at your neck as your whole body writhes beneath him, follows each forceful thrust of his hips. he savors your broken cry of his name when you cum - he isn't sure which one this is, he can't be bothered to keep count, but you're just as beautiful each time, just as addicting to watch, to feel as your walls clench and flutter around him, and you lose yourself to this little slice of heaven only he can give you.
he digs his hips into yours until he can't, the tip of his cock shoved up against your cervix, and he can't hold it off any longer, he spills into you with a shudder and your name on his lips, your fingers in his hair and your heart against his ear.
he doesn't stop until he's spent, and undoubtedly sure he's fulfilled his promise of giving you everything he has.
.
.
in other words, yes.
and he doesn't realize he has it until you bring it up, and doesn't get super vocal about it until he's comfortable in your relationship, and you've actually talked about it and your future and whether or not you want a family because he's a respectful king and will always and has always taken precautions either way
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Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Following Orders
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Plot: Bucky is always grumpy, so you've resorted to being aggressively bossy. But he will show you what following orders really looks like.
Warnings: 18+. Smut with a plot.
Words: 4,8OO
A sharp hiss comes from the man before you and you clamp your thighs around his ribs tighter to steady him, the air pockets from the storm that make the plane shake and dip through the sky already making it hard enough to finish your sutures on Bucky’s shoulder.
“Would you sit still?” you snap at him and grab his shoulders to pull the open wound closer to you and make it easier to see what you’re doing. In a plane, with minimum light and a diminutive amount of supplies to help your colleague with – a colleague that never manages to ever crack a smile, especially not towards you – your current situation pretty much sucks.
“Would you just let the serum do its job?” he sneers back, but lets you pull him closer anyway as he drops his head back down, his elbows resting on his pulled up knees.
“I think it has proven to not do its job, don’t you think?” you snarl and wind the needle through his flesh again, finding it harder and harder to be careful if he keeps snapping at you like this. But your reasoning seems to shut him up since all you can hear now are small groans from the back of his throat when you tug at the torn skin.
The healing powers the serum usually served Bucky with, have abandoned him and you have a feeling it’s because he has barely slept in the past two weeks and your current mission is an assignment from hell that has lasted longer than any of you anticipated.
Yesterday, a fish hook back at the harbour had made a gnarly gash into the flesh of Bucky’s shoulder and you’d never heard him roar like that before. However, once he saw you, he quickly composed himself and made sure the two of you got out of there and onto the nearest jet. That’s where you got clear instructions from Steve to make it to one of the safe houses on the other side of the world. Why so far away, you had no idea, but you assumed the team had to split up because the intel Steve and Natasha were after gave them information that could harm the entire team.
This whole ordeal seems far from over.
So now you’re stuck on a jet for ten hours with Bucky sitting down between your legs and you situated on one of the crates in the loading space as the jet navigates through the storm on autopilot. It’s been four hours and you had slapped Bucky over the head when you realised that his wound hadn’t started healing yet at all, activating autopilot as you grabbed Bucky by his jacket and dragged him back. You were surprised that in spite of his whining and grumbling, he didn’t use his superstrength to stop you.
You’re confused that the serum could ever even heal a wound like this since you’re sure the tissue was stretched too far. So to prevent infection and improve the self healing, you offered – well… forced – him to let you stitch him up. One glare of yours and Bucky decided not to fight you on it. Besides, he couldn’t bring up the energy anyway, especially not against you.
Bucky is exhausted and the feeling of your warm thighs against his sides as you stitch him up, combined with the rumbling of the plane, almost has him lulled to sleep. After all, a soldier can sleep in any condition. Until of course, a nightmare makes the bliss dissipate.
Finishing up your handiwork, you gently clean the wound once more, making Bucky clasp onto your calves for support, before having it covered with a large bandage.
“You good?” you ask him as you throw the contaminated materials away.
“What the hell do you think?” he grunts and you flick him in the head.
“You’re welcome, you ungrateful dick.”
Bucky lets out a huff as you come to a stand, walking over to the side of the jet and pulling out one of the bunks. Moving over to one of the stocking cabinets, you find a sweater around his size and throw it in his direction.
“Put this on and for everyone’s sake, get some fucking sleep. You’re unbearable to be around,” you order and walk forward again, slipping back into the pilot seat as you check the coordinates again, hoping the storm didn’t mess with your course.
“How are you so aggressive when you’re trying to help?” he grumbles under his breath, not quite low enough or you not to hear. So you turn your head to give him another look and you see him struggling to walk. Quickly coming back to a stand to jump to his side, he almost pushes you off until his vision starts to spin. Gently helping him straighten up and walk over to the bunk, you look up at him.
“Because you won’t let people help you, but you’re surprisingly good at following orders,” you simply answer and help him down onto the bunk, your eyes softening when you watch him wince. “Seriously Bucky, get some sleep. I’ll keep on lookout and I’ll wake you when we’re there.”
Bucky reluctantly agrees and carefully lies down onto the bunk. The softness in your voice almost swept him to sleep without getting situated first, but he puts his trust in you and allows himself to fall asleep soon enough.
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A gentle stroke over his arm makes his eyes flutter open much more peacefully than he usually wakes up and his eyes meet yours. Your voice is gentle, understanding that he came from the deepest sleep he’s had in a long time.
“We’re here. You want to come inside?” you ask him and he pushes to a sit with a deep grunt, your hands gently helping him up. That’s when Bucky notices a thick layer of multiple blankets slipping down to his hips and the chill coming in from the loading rig that’s descended onto the massive grass field the jet had landed on, the warmth from his sleep chilling his skin.
Bucky slowly assesses his surrounding and nods, “How long have I slept for?”
“The storm derailed us from the course, so you had a few extra hours. I loaded everything into the safehouse and have some food on the stove already. I’d say about eleven hours in total,” you explain as you walk off before putting your hands on your hips and staring him down. “You good to walk, soldier?”
Bucky shakes his head back to reality and nods, pushing off and following you down the rig, towards the cabin at the edge of the full forest surrounding the field.
“You stayed awake for that long?” he asked as he sauntered after you into the cabin.
“Took a short nap myself, just to be sure I could stick the landing without crashing to our deaths.” You shrug and slip your thick jacket off before making your way further into the home, walking up to the stove to check on the simmering food.
“Come here. Need to take a look at the stitches,” you bark your order and turn back to him as he walks over, a deep frown still etched into his face even after the good sleep he had.
“So bossy…” he grumbles and you roll your eyes, forcefully spinning him back around and lifting his sweater up over his shoulder where Bucky’s metal hand catches onto it so you can inspect him.
Removing the bandage, you smile when you see the insane improvement to his skin and open one of the drawers to grab a small knife to cut the stitches with. Gently cutting them and leaving just his flesh to do the rest of the healing, you’re almost sure you can see the skin mending itself.
“I think this might not even leave a scar,” you tell him proudly with a tinge of awe, and he spins around to face you.
“Good. What are we eating?” he asks and peers over the stove.
“Hot air for your rude ass.” You roll your eyes and lift the lid of the pan to stir the soup you had simmering on the stove.
In the beginning, you wouldn’t touch Bucky’s presence with a ten foot pole. The man radiated introversion and pretty much only wanted to talk to Steve. After you saw him snarl and snap at any other colleagues trying, you stayed far away from him, despite your initial intention to make him feel safe and welcome. But Steve saw your professional and withheld response to the whole Bucky situation as the perfect asset to make you both each others’ partner in missions. You wanted to complain – you really did – but you worked exceptionally well together. It turns out, when you don’t talk, you get an awful lot done.
It’s not that you don’t like Bucky, you greatly appreciate him as a colleague. But if he only likes you when you mind your own business, he would be dead. The amount of times you have saved him from himself is too many to count and you gave him a scolding twice as often. Yet all Bucky ever replies with is a huff, a roll of his eyes and turning his back on you as he saunters off to someone who won’t be on his ass all the time.
“Always so mean,” Bucky grumbles and lifts himself to sit on the kitchen counter, cleaning his hand with a cloth he found laying around.
“What can I say? Your endless optimism and happiness just brings out that side of me,” you hum sarcastically and blink harshly a few times to will away the sleep in your body, demanding for you to have a nap, making you unable to see the hint of a smile at the corner of Bucky’s mouth.
Not much later, the two of you finish your soup and you get up to clean the bowls and stuff them away, but Bucky clasps his metal fingers around your arm and stops you.
“Get some sleep. I’ll clean up,” he orders, his voice surprisingly gentle. But you frown at him and shake your head with a shrug, trying to wrench your arm loose from his grip only for it to tighten even more. “Not a request, sweetheart. Sleep, or I’ll knock you out.”
“Resorting to threats now, Barnes?”
“Don’t tempt me. You don’t know where I draw the line.” His warning and narrowed eyes soften on you and it tugs strangely at your chest. “Sleep.”
“So bossy…” Noting the seriousness in his eyes, you know not to fight him on it any longer and you put down the bowls, throwing him one last defeated scowl before making your way over to the couch and curling up on the worn cushions after putting a blanket over it.
The last thing you notice as the weight of sleep presses you into the cushions, is the gentle touch of a duvet being tucked around your snoozing frame.
…
To say it’s disorienting to wake up revitalised in the middle of the night, in a cabin you don’t know, where it’s so dark that you can’t see a hand in front of your face, is an understatement. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, your pulse having erratically quickened from the mind-numbing sleep it was in mere seconds ago, and your fingers dig into the cushions below you to ground yourself.
Swinging your legs over the side of the couch, you hear a loud grunt and something catches onto your legs, pulling you down. In your sleepy state, you barely get to scream before you’re pinned under a super soldier that looks like he went into fighting mode with his eyes closed, your eyes finally adjusting to the darkness.
“Bucky. It’s me!” you hiss and he squints down at you, taking a second to realise before slowly letting go and flicking on the nearest light, still straddling your hips.
“What the fuck, man…” Bucky groans and rubs his eyes, his voice rough and raspy from sleep. “What are you doing?”
You peer up at him with wide eyes “I just tried getting up. I couldn’t see shit, so your stomach became the ground.”
Slowly climbing off you and resting his back against the couch, he rubs the sleep out of his eyes and heaves a deep sigh.
“Well, that’s my rest gone for the rest of the night…” he grumbles with disappointment and runs a hand through his hair. You come up to a sitting position as well and make a noise in agreement.
“No. You’re going back to sleep.”
Your head snaps to him, “Excuse me?”
“Sleep.”
“What. Or you’ll knock me out?” you scoff as you rub your eyes.
“Don’t believe me?” His eyes are on you now and you tense before slowly turning to face him again.
“You are not going to knock me out!” You think. Right? “You’re not going to punch me, Barnes!”
He lets out a low laugh that skitters down your spine and your brows pull together. “I don’t have to punch you to knock you out. There are plenty of other ways.”
Your sleepy brain has a hard time catching on, before your eyes widen and you let out a noise of disgust. And your heart starts to pound harder at the wild insinuation. Why your heartbeat drops to between your legs, is something you ignore for the time being.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” you scoff, if only to distract his senses from the heat radiating off your face, “you can’t fuck a woman to sleep.”
He leans in and you are on the edge of knocking him out, but his breath on your skin halts you. “You have any idea of the perks of being a super soldier?”
His voice, that deep fucking voice and the gravel in it, makes you gulp, your eyes fluttering against all your inner protests. Your fingers curl on top of your bent knees and you quickly scramble away, up to a stand. Bucky laughs up at you and shrugs, standing up himself.
But that’s it. You don’t move.
You stay quiet. Contemplating. Like only now his words sink past your skin and into your system, which heavily responds to the idea of Bucky.
Bucky fucking you. So hard and deep that you can’t help but cry out, but sob for more. You crave the satisfaction of sleep after a good, thorough pounding. And by someone who is strong and firm and has a filthy mouth. Someone you have no other attachment to. Someone you know answers perfectly to you, as proven by the many missions that showed the two of you working in such synchronised manor, it almost scared you at first.
Bucky cocks his head, “Is that what you need?”
You catapult out of your thoughts and quickly look at him again, “What?”
A smirk. “You need me to fuck you to sleep, sweetheart?”
Fuck. That is a bit direct. And if it doesn’t make you almost drool.
“Don’t say stuff like that,” you whisper breathlessly. It sounds like a plea and round eyes look at him like it is.
A plea.
But not for him to stop.
“Why?” He takes a step closer to you, his eyes darting between yours. “What does it do?”
You roll your eyes and his flesh hand raises to cup your face. His long fingers tangle into the side of your hair and his thumb tips your jaw up to tilt your head towards his gaze.
“Use your words. What does it do?” he rasps, taking another step closer until he breathes your air, leaving you with none, it seems.
“It–” you struggle to find the words. What he does to you. He makes your blood turn hot and your skin prickle with cold. He makes excitement flutter in your belly, but it might be anger – indignation at his wild behaviour towards you.
“Not so talkative now, are you?” he croons and you grit your teeth at his incessant teasing. “Or are you waiting for me to take it from you? Make you sing instead?”
Yes.
“Make you cry out for me?” he smirks. “Or maybe just make you cry? Make you beg for it – for me. You’d be such a pretty sight with tears in your eyes.”
Your head buzzes and you don’t know whether he is complimenting you or dragging you through the mud. It feels so similar and it has your heart pounding and slick coating the fabric of your panties. You try to say his name, but no sound comes out.
Bucky understands, however, the moving of your lips, and wants to bite them. Those lips. Suck on them, have them tremble.
After all that disgusting distance between the two of you from the beginning, it would be deeply satisfying for him to tear you apart like that. Have you cry out for more of him. He would take his sweet, sweet time, too. If he can control himself, that is. But he wants to take his time – mess you up real good. Have you despise that distance between you two in the future, like he has always despised that distance.
The silence between the two of you is deafening and it makes you want to squirm. Closer or far away, you don’t know.
Bucky doesn’t feel like Bucky anymore. He feels like the devil taunting you with your deepest desire. But it’s him. He’s your desire. And you can’t tell if it has always been there or if he’s manipulating you into it. He could, you know he could. But you are starting to care less, the more he looks at you. You want him, need him. Your bones are crying out for him and you want to vocalise it.
You want him to drag it out of you, those cries and that horrible, terrible need.
You imagine it. His fingers, two of them, curled inside of you. And a drag. A curl. Another drag. Tearing out your soul, one moan at a time, as he peels that pleasure to the surface.
When the quiet between you becomes unbearable, you dare to nod, give him permission. But the thought of a nod crosses your eyes and Bucky drags your mouth to his before you can give your confirmation. It is hungry, but hesitant. His soft lips and his rough fingers curling against your scalp has you whimper softly, giving him permission with your pleasure. And he unleashes himself, groaning as his other hand drags your head even closer to him.
He nips and sucks and bites at your lips, not giving you any space to venture into the kiss yourself. But you whine softly and he complies by stroking his tongue into your mouth, tangling with yours as he pulls your body up against his. Your knees are weak and your hands clasp desperately at his forearms to make sure you don’t float away, away from him. From his promising kiss for more.
The ache between your legs is near painful and you squirm on your shaky legs, needing relief desperately. But you don’t want his mouth to stop doing that. Stop kissing you, Abusing your mouth with his own. Desperate, claiming, slow, aggressive – selfish almost.
“Fuck me to sleep, Bucky.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
…
“Ah–” you rasp, squeezing your eyes closed as pain, whining pain, pulsates through your core and thighs. Your limbs are trembling and your bare skin is covered in sweat. Your arms are aching from the stretch above your head and the grip Bucky has on your wrists feels like a faint bruise.
But you haven’t come yet.
His deft fingers do nothing more than graze over your clit and you shudder, the touch agonising. He’s been at this for what feels like hours – rubbing, stroking, circling, taunting – and you feel like you are going insane.
His deep voice growls lowly against your ear, “You want to come.”
A small part of you wants to slap him for that obvious statement, but that part of you is so small, so faint, you barely know her anymore. No, that other remaining part of you lets out a wanton whine. Pathetic. Completely desperate for anything. Your mouth opens to plead, but nothing else comes out than ragged breaths, your sweaty chest rising and falling as that sweet relief is withheld from you.
“You see,” Bucky whispers, his muscular body only in boxers now, and another press of his finger to your clit has you writhe and forget that he was talking to you in the first place, “I agree with you that I respond better to orders. But I have found myself to be better at giving them. Orders – And orgasms for that matter.”
You groan.
“But you wouldn’t know that,” he continues, “since you haven’t come yet, have you?”
Heaving a deep breath, you don’t deign to give him an answer.
“I think I want the first time you come for me to be on my tongue– ” he muses and your eyes fly open. “It’d be a shame if you passed out after the first one though. You have to stay awake for me, okay? I’m not done with you yet… Wouldn’t that be cruel – to just be done with you now?”
That drags you out of your stupor and you give him the biggest eyes you can muster, the most pathetic plea you can will into your body, “Please!”
“So polite,” he hums and presses a gentle kiss below your ear. But he decides he wants more and drags his open mouth over the skin of your neck, his tongue lashing over the heated skin before sinking his teeth into it. You sigh softly, as it seems any of his touches are a relief to the endless deprivation of him.
His mouth encircles your breast, the warmth making goosebumps prickle at your skin as your nipples stiffen. Bucky hums against your skin, his tongue circling around the taut bud before giving a playful bite to the soft flesh. His mouth dances further down and his hand slips from your wrists, his palm stroking down your arm and chest to follow his mouth. You know better than to move, your fingers digging into the pillow below your head instead. Focusing on your breathing, you try to get through the ache between your hips, that desperate throbbing for the man descending your body.
Both his palms press against the inside of your thighs and press them apart, the stretch in your muscles making you arch your back. You dare to look down and your jaw drops at the sight of his dark, ravenous eyes on your cunt. His hands holding you open like it’s nothing, like they are pressing to the table his meal is on.
It takes ages, his examination of your pleasure, and your hole pulsates in answer to his stare. Your breathing hurts from heaving the thick air and you can’t take it anymore. One hand reaches down and combs through Bucky’s full hair, through his locks and cupping his face. His eyes dart up to yours and you hold back from frowning at the daze he sprung out of.
“Bucky…” you breathe, a soft question for him to give you what you need. What you want.
He nuzzles into your palm with a grin and locks his again darkened gaze onto yours, before leaning down so agonisingly slowly. But a firework as large as the galaxy springs apart when his warm lips wrap around your clit and you could mistake it for an orgasm, only to find out that when Bucky sucks your clit into his mouth, you know for a fact a deadly orgasm is well on its way to shred you to pieces.
He hums lovingly against you and you let out a raspy moan. Your thighs get pushed to the mattress as Bucky wetly suckles at you, your chest rising quickly now as your orgasm crawls higher and higher in your body. And just when you think you’re there, Bucky retreats and drags his tongue between your folds, lapping up your slick from the source.
A strangled whine slips from your lips and Bucky groans in agreement, “Fuck, I know. But I haven’t tasted you yet. Let me just– ”
Another drag of his tongue has your shivering and your hand curls into a tight fist with his hair between it. He hums in delight at the tug at his scalp and buries his face deeper into your cunt, breathing harshly as he struggles to combine it with eating you whole. But the sounds alone, get you closer and closer and– “Bucky!”
“Go,” he hums against you, almost hurried. “Come on my tongue.”
An order indeed.
Body curling, your orgasm barrels into you like an avalanche. Endless weight presses on your nerves and you sob and moan and cry out, twitching against Bucky as his arms slip around your thighs to hold you to his mouth. Drinking your orgasm up and grinding his own hips into the mattress, Bucky devours the feeling of having you come under him. He had been teasing himself, never mind you. He wanted it to last, wanted you more pliant and bendy before he allowed you to come.
He crawls up your body, but you barely notice it, your orgasm still haunting you, racking through your spine and turning your blood to syrup. Bucky takes advantage of your open mouth and licks into it, teasing, smiling, taunting. For you to respond to him, prove him you’re still there.
So you move, languidly dragging your mouth against his as you tangle your hand into his hair again, pulling him closer. He groans into your mouth and a feeling of triumph swells in your chest at the way Bucky’s body melts to your side. Though the deception of his surrender might have been a distraction when you suddenly feel two fingers press into you, instantly curling against a swollen wall inside of you that has you gasp against his lips.
“Oh, fuck!” you moan and Bucky chuckles deeply above you, his fingers retreating before pressing into you again. His thumb teasingly darts over your swollen clit and lightning strikes your every nerve.
“You think too lowly of yourself to think I would be done with you,” Bucky rumbles, his lips moving against the flushed skin of your cheek, your eyes having closed in overwhelming pleasure. His fingers move faster and twist into you, opening you up. Then then slow again, teasing – endlessly teasing. Then faster. Slower.
Unpredictable – and your body cannot keep up as it hauls you closer to your high before retreating like it burned itself. But to burn yourself on the devil – on Bucky. What a delight. You sigh deeply and let the bed swallow you whole as you buck up against Bucky’s hand. He presses soft kisses to your cheek, mumbling to you that you’re almost there and you have to let him make you come again.
“More,” you breathe out. “More, more, more…”
He obliges and presses into your spot so well, his thumb dragging two firm circles over your clit at the same time and you burn alive. You arch like a string pulls you to the ceiling as Bucky’s fingers fuck you through a numbing orgasm. From your crown, all the way down to your toes, fire bursts and surges and implodes. Your moans sound attractive to your own ears as you come, your voice breaking and filled with breaths, crying out to the heavens that the devil made you come again.
And the haze clears, the fog lifting as your eyes open to watch a heady Bucky lick appreciatively at his fingers, the gleam on them reflecting the minimum amount of light in the bedroom. Your hand slides from his hair to his chest and you press him to the mattress, his own eyes widening as you crawl over him.
You straddle his waist, hissing as your bare pussy settles over his angry, hard cock. The fabric is rough to your skin, but you can only focus on his face.
Bucky leans up on his forearms and raises an eyebrow at you. “I don’t think so– ”
“Oh yes. You are going to let me use you and then,” you smirk, “you can make me pass out. Since you have failed to do so thus far…”
A slow smile spreads over his face, “So bossy…”
You answer with a grin and a slow grind over his weeping cock, making him stutter under you, “Let’s see how well you follow orders now, Mr. Barnes.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
#its 1am#i miss you guys#i feel like u can tell which books ive been reading this summer#my writing might have changed quite a bit#BUT I WROTE YOU GUYS#isnt it amazing??#Alright as always pls let me know what you think??#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#writing#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes oneshot#oneshot#e to l
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husband nanami w MASSIVE breeding kink. tryna impregnate you though your youngest- 3rd kid is 8 months old😩
18+||MINORS DNI
M so sorry but I don’t write pregnancy stuff! Breeding kink tho- yum :3 (it’s different in my brain idk why lol)
I can just imagine him breathing heavily into your ear as he stuffs you full of his cum for the third time that night. His cock slides in and out of you slowly as he fucks you from behind, his chest pressed against your back. Everything feels hot as he kisses your neck, whispering how good you’re doing, taking it so well, and you swear you could melt into him. It’s such a drastic difference from his usual composed self, but his kind and caring nature shows through his reassuring words and the way he takes care to treat you gently even while filling you up with his cum.
#sorry it’s not quite the same scenario :(#I’m more of a platonic nanami lover#but I see the vision#nanami smut#nanami x reader#nanami thirst#nanami x reader smut#nanami kento smut#nanami kento#jujutsu kaisen thirst#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#jjk thirst
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Raphael/Tav (Reader): Indulgence
A/N: I dunno. Had an urge. Here's a lil nothing.
Shall he be honest, mouse?
Sex is not one of those concepts upon which he lingers. It is an all too human urge, sated by demons, indulged only by the more indolent of devil-kin. Raphael recognizes its power, of course—he is neither ignorant nor blind.
But oh, there are sweeter delights. The sort of things mortals could only dream of, akin to colors outside their limited perspective. What was sex compared to a star’s light going out after dimming over a thousand years? What was sex beside a deal well negotiated? A kingdom falling? The screams of thousands as they begged for deliverance, only for the gods to turn a deaf ear?
The answer, sweetling: it was nothing at all.
It does not keep him from taking his pleasure with Haarlep.
Or with you.
And there is a renewed thrill in having you, pet. Lacking the grace, finesse, and breadth of knowledge of his incubus, but better for the novelty. You scream so prettily when he bites your shoulder, hissing and clawing at him with no pretense. You still yelp when he pushes into your body, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood. You thrash and lose your rhythm—so blessedly undone, all by his hand.
So weak. So mortal.
You don’t taste like sweet poison when he kisses you. No, sweetling, you are decaying leaves and the passage of time. You are a guttering candle, piteous and small beside his flame. You are such a little, little thing. So low—so beneath him.
Raphael hitches your legs higher around his hips, head tipped back, groaning into the overheated air. Sweat glistening on your skin, belly, and breasts, a patchwork of kiss-sucked bruises. You are spent beyond the telling of it, must be, but…
You rock your hips against him, inviting him to continue, eyes still lit with the challenge. More, it says. You can survive more.
It’s the challenge he likes, Raphael supposes. The indomitable beauty of the mortal spirit: rising to meet adversity and its betters.
He will break you, must break you. He is better, and he must.
You scream for him, clinging, his name rapturous on your tongue.
But you are not broken. No, not yet. You're still staring up at him that damnable look. Bloodied but not broken. Spent, but not obedient.
It will not do.
It is a simplistic battle, yes. But Raphael will not rest until he might call himself victorious.
#bg3 raphael#raphael bg3#raphael x tav#raphael x reader#bg 3 fanfic#bg3 smut#kinda#ish#its quite tame#but its implied i dunno
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thigh riding prompts?
List of thigh riding prompts
“Look at you, drooling over my thighs. You wanna ride them that bad?” “Y-yes please.”
“Fuck, you’re doing so great for me, sweetheart,” Character A praises, hands gripping onto the sides of character B’s hips as they rub themselves against their thigh in a quickening pace; smiling a little when Character B whimpers at the praise.
“Look at what a mess you’ve made, love,” Character B taunts as Character A comes all over their thigh. “But we’re not done yet; you don’t look sated.”
“I wanna ride your thigh,” Character A murmurs, hitching themselves on top of Character B’s thigh, watching in satisfaction as Character B’s face reddens. “Please?” they add, tilting their head to the side, already grinding themselves against Character B’s thigh.
Character A kissing down Character B’s neck and leaving hickeys to bloom on their skin as Character B desperately humps their thigh.
“My thigh feels good, doesn’t it?” Character A murmurs as Character B continues to rut against their thigh, muffled whimpers against Character’s A neck. “Sweet,” Character A says. “See, this is what you get when you behave, hm?” they say, giving their ass cheeks a firm squeeze.
“It’s so cute just how easily you get off with just my thigh, don’t you think?”
Character A gripping onto Character B’s waist while Character B rolls their hips against their thigh, head thrown back in utter pleasure.
“God, how long have you been thinking of doing this?” Character A questions as they watch Character B rut themselves silly against their thigh. “For so— for so fucking long,” Character B grits out, feeling themselves coming closer by the second; their hands on Character A’s shoulders tightening.
Character B just going completely wild on Character A’s thigh while Character A watches in frustration, their hands tied (literally) so they can’t touch them or tease them further to their heart’s content, nor can they touch themselves to this sight. (Oh, and what a fucking sight it is.)
#writing prompts#prompts#thigh riding prompts#otp prompts#smut prompts#this is a very specific request that I quite like :’)#i want this akjfnbewlnf#request
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i’ve come back a lot sooner than i expected 🤭 hear me out.. 9th maknae member reader (skz) x Mingi (ateez) 🤯 Reader and mingi have been in a secret relationship for at least a year and both Companies are preparing on announcing their relationship to the public/fans. (it gets better 😼)
Both groups: (ateez + stray kids) don’t know that they’re dating 😱 The boys arranged a massive sleepover for both groups to hangout and reader gets really hot and bothered by mingi teasing her the whole night. They end up excusing themselves (sneakily) and they have the most mind blowing sex ever. All of the other boys over hear and were shocked 🤯 They act like nothing happened as they didn’t want to assume they were dating but later on at an award show it was finally announced that Mingi and Reader were dating. Skz boys went crazy and was practically babying their precious maknae ��🏻
kaci my favourite writer 🥰
(p.s sorry for how long this is 💀)
This one's been sitting for a while, mainly because it's already a wonderful thought as is! So, here's just a few thoughts to expand on it~
❣ Warnings: 9th Member! Reader + Song Mingi [Ateez], smut, fluff, slight humor ❣
❣ Additional tags: essentially a crossover for Staytiny all around the world~
While the rest of the members were in the living room, you would be bent over the bathroom sink with Mingi giving his all in rearranging your guts in the most quick yet efficient way possible - though, that way didn't include him being the quietest while doing so.
"Mm, jesus, fuck-"
"Mingi, be quiet."
You'd think he was the one currently getting his guts rearranged from the way he struggled to contain his moans, leading you to shoot him a warning glare through the reflection of the bathroom mirror.
"We might as well go and fuck in front of them if you're going to be this loud!" You seethed with a hushed scold, gripping the edge of the counter to keep your balance with his unwavering thrusts.
You could only hope that your combined groups were too occupied with the movie they were watching to notice you and Mingi missing.
Sharp eyes locked onto your own through the mirror, a sideways smirk stretching his lips, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? It's not like they don't suspect it anyways." Snapping his hips forward, he continued, "We can just give them a nudge in the right direction."
Biting back a moan, you dropped your head between your shoulders to focus on the orgasm he'd been teasing you toward since he arrived at your shared dorm; subtle grazes and risque touches keeping you wound up and ready for anything.
A hand found its way around your throat, pulling your body up at an angle so that your gaze met his once more; captivating and hypnotizing, yet still filled with a love that had you falling for him all over again.
"I love you," the words fell from his lips with ease, honest and true, "and I don't want to keep hiding it."
You were, too - he knew that better than anyone, and having to hide it not only from the world, but your band members, the closest people you have, had been eating you both up since day one.
Gripping his forearm, you nodded softly, "I love you too, baby - just a little l-longer to go."
His lips curled into a smirk before driving into you with a newfound fervor.
Neither of you would catch the knowing side eyes or smug smirks of your members when you each returned separately to the living room to catch whatever remained of the movie.
The 'little longer' would eventually come during an award show, with the thoroughly discussed plan between your managers and PR team of revealing the relationship to everyone during a collaborative performance.
Part of it was Mingi's plan to do a performance together, but with the way your schedules aligned, you figured doing it live as opposed to uploading it on youtube was the easier choice.
With the stage - quite literally - set, you and Mingi performed your arduously practiced routine in front of your fellow artists and hundreds of screaming fans, and as the song came to an end the moment you've been waiting for was upon you.
Getting ready for the ending pose, Mingi pulled you into his side and pressed a loving kiss to your temple, while you hugged him with a dazzling smile to the camera focused on you both - and to say the reactions were worth it would've been an understatement.
The wild screams of your colleagues and fans was enough to pierce through your earpiece, and shooting a glance into the idol space you could see all eight of your members going absolutely insane - sneaking a glance to the Ateez table to see almost a mirrored reaction.
Leaving the stage to take off your earpieces and mic packs, the return to the Stray Kids table was nothing short of a spectacle as Changbin swiftly wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
"You think you can just go off and get a boyfriend without telling us?! You're too young!"
"Innie and I are literally just a few months apart," you laughed, trying to pull away from his partial choke hold.
"Yeah, a few months too many! You're our baby!" Jisung all but wailed, squeezing your cheeks much to your dismay.
Seungmin scoffed, "The fact that we knew and you're still acting like this? Hyunjin's dramatics is rubbing off on you."
"Wait- You knew?!"
"It's not like the two of you were the sneakiest..." Minho's nonplussed tone made a wave of embarrassment wash over you, the memory of the movie night quickly dawning. "Plus, trying to hide anything from Wooyoung is like trying to limit yourself to one of Felix's brownies - it's impossible. Changbin hasn't stopped talking about their theories since they first started scheming."
Managing to untangle yourself from Changbin's hold, you found Chris standing in front of you now, a firm expression on his face.
"Are you happy?"
You could hear the lingering, unspoken words behind his question and you offered him a gentle smile, nodding, "I am, I really am."
Face brightening with his signature smile, he pulled you into a quick hug, squeezing tightly, "Good, because you're definitely telling us how everything started between you two, later."
Separating to go back to your unassigned assigned seats - with a few words of congratulations from Felix and Hyunjin - you looked across the aisle to catch Mingi already staring at you, his lips pulled into a proud smile while the rest of his members gave you teasing, yet supportive, cheers.
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#✧. ┊ kacii answers#✧. ┊ lovely ihrtlix#i don't quite know how to tag this since it's not fully skz#song mingi x reader#song mingi smut#ateez smut#song mingi fluff#skz 9th member#stray kids 9th member
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okay. listen. a Concept. garashir roughhousing (gone (psycho)sexual) and at one point bashir wakes up from the high of finally getting to express all his repressed aggression in a safe space with someone who not only accepts that in him but can match him and is actively Into It, especially when he stops holding back some of his lil gmo twink strength, to be horrified like 'oh my GOD garak your nose is bleeding hang on I'll get a napkin or something I'm so sorry holy shit' and garak's lying there woozy with lust gazing up at him with wide betrayed eyes like 'no wait don't go you haven't even stabbed me yet :'('
(obviously this is mostly a shitpost, but I'm just saying I think they could provide a certain kind of space for each other that way. julian gets to have a place to live out all the rougher, less socially acceptable sides he usually has to downplay and push away to seem as non-threatening as (augmented) humanly possible with someone who loves him and who appreciates getting the entire spectrum of julian bashir, from the most obnoxiously annoying and needy to the unsettlingly coldly ruthless and back. and garak gets to have the shit beaten out of him in as medically safe and infinitely loving way as possible and/or finds he can still use his bloodied hands and take care of someone with them. this to me is the definition of what one might call a win/win situation. like don't get me wrong they would be having a lot of embarrassingly tender yearning gently-stroking-your-hair-and-holding-your-hand sex too. but. also this. which I think is also very tender, just in a different way. do you feel me.)
#garashir#star trek#star trek ds9#ds9#julian bashir#elim garak#this is my design etc.#the 'smut must contain this amount of meticulous psychoanalysis to really get my rocks off' post is so real#to take it up a tier: they fucked like this once after 'our man bashir' and it freaked julian out so bad they never had sex again#until post-canon cardassia times#when recognition of the self through the other is a jumpscare you wish you hadn't enjoyed quite so much#...when my brain starts going over into fic mode for this show it's going to be over for me I suspect
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