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mermaidgirl30 · 26 days

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✨Haunt Me✨

A/N: This is just a little part of a horror, romance book I started kinda writing a few years ago. I might post the first part where they meet if anyone wants to read ☺️ Destined lovers 🥰 Might actually expand this into a longer one shot because I’m really feeling the paranormal vibes lately.

Summary: Joel isn’t all that he seems. He might be dead, might be a ghost, might somehow just be trapped in a curse, but you find him. You always find him.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 734

Pairing: Joel x fem! reader

Tags: Slow dancing, kissing, destined lovers, no outbreak au, haunted mansion ghost vibes

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Rain drizzles lightly against the foggy glass windows, thunder rolling loudly across the pitch black night sky. Candles splay dimly around the cold, dark haunted room. A big chandelier hangs in the center of the massive room, one with black encased walls. The room grows colder as you slow dance around the sunken wooden floor. The room that stands in a massive, abandoned mansion. The mansion where you found Joel.

You shutter as Joel pulls you closer against his broad chest, one hand gliding down the back of your dress and the other gently caressing your jawline as your heart hammers in your chest. His dark tousled curls fall against his glistening forehead as he brings it down to rest against yours. His brown doe eyes are the color of honey and sunlight, flecks of light brown mixing to make the prettiest coffee color you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Every time you look at him, you melt a little more inside. Just like warm liquid seeping down your skin. Hot, scorching, pulsing. He touches your face softly as you breathe in his woodsy scent, your skin alight with electricity with every touch he steals. How you can feel his touch you might never know. He was a trapped soul in this house, a ghost of the past. But what you felt for him, you couldn’t begin to describe it. It’s like you were meant to find each other. Fate.

He spins you in a slow circle as you dance around the old but majestic room. The soft music continues to play on the dusty record player, static sticking to the hollow walls and you cling to his broad chest.

Joel slowly backs you up to the cold, stone wall, his brown eyes paralyzing you in place. He gently tucks a lock of soft hair behind your ear as you feel magic buzzing through your skin. You breathe him in deep, warm mahogany coursing through your senses as you lock eyes.

“I’ve waited so long for this moment. To find you. To have you. I’ve walked these halls more times than I can count. Hundreds, thousands, millions of times. Trapped with no place to go. This house is no place for a girl like you, but yet you keep comin’ back to it. Why do you keep comin’ back?” he asks with furrowed brows and a strong jaw that keeps clenching up, his eyes glazed over with concern.

You flex your fingers around his flannel shirt and let the other drag down his salt-and-pepper scruff slowly, transfixed on the beauty of his warm, honey eyes. You take a deep breath and inhale his intoxicating scent. “The reason why I keep coming back here is for you, Joel. It’s all for you.”

His eyes go wide as he cups your chin and pulls your mouth up to his as he hovers cautiously above your glossy lips. He sighs before he speaks in a slow, gravelly, deep voice. “You’re so stubborn, you know that? Never listen to a word I say,” he smirks as he shakes his head, pulling his plush lips right over yours.

“Yet you keep pulling me in,” you smile as he chuckles softly against you. You feel the deep rumble all the way through your pounding chest as he feels like a hurricane. Overpowering and breathtaking.

“And I’m not gonna stop, sweetheart. Not until you stop comin’.”

“I’m not going to stop, Joel.”

“You’re such a mess, you know that?”

“Yeah, but I’m your mess.”

“Yeah ya are, so c’mere. Let me taste you, sweetheart.”

He sinks his lips down on yours as he pushes you up against the cold bricks, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands cup your face desperately. You part your mouth and invite him in, feeling his warm tongue lap against yours as you pant into his hungry mouth. You both melt into each other as the lights flicker above you, the rain pelting softly against the glass windows as thunder rumbles overhead. You stay like that for what seems like hours, just holding each other as you melt mindlessly into the other. Bodies burning for the other, wildfire desperate to devour you. And you let it.

Joel’s the blazing wildfire you got sucked into, and you’ll let him burn you, brand you as he devours you completely.

Two souls destined to find each other. Soulmates.

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poguesholland · 3 years

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No pressure but if you have time do you think you could ever write something about waking up really early one day with gray? Like you’re chilly and snuggle into him and wake up slow and just lovey and go for a walk around the neighborhood with sledge and some coffee. Idk domestic boyfriend Grayson is just so cute to me 🥺🥰

Gets a bit steamy at one point but I hope you like it!

Your eyes flutter open to be faced with a window, covered in snow. Currently, you were in New Jersey with your boyfriend, Grayson, as he visited his family. You loved coming to New Jersey, it was just so different from where you lived. It was peaceful. And you loved visiting Lisa, Graysons Mom.

Graysons arm was draped over your waist, looser than how it was last night yet still making sure you stayed close to him. His face rested against your shoulder, feeling the small breaths he takes against your skin. You shuffle a bit in place to have a better look outside the window and admire the December weather.

You feel Grayson shift a bit behind you before the arm around your waist tightens it’s grip, pulling you closer to him. A smile finds its way to your face as Grayson hides his face in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses all over. You giggle at the ticklish sensation before turning around to face your handsome boy.

You move your leg to be across Graysons waist and lay down on top of him, sort of straddling him. His hands go to your waist, sliding up the fabric of his shirt which you wore to sleep, to rest against your bare stomach giving you goosebumps. A hand of yours goes to cup Graysons face as he sleepily looks at you with admiration.

“G’Morning baby” Grayson yawns leaning into your palm, closing his eyes to savor this feeling. Smiling softly at his sleepy state, you lean in to leave a deep kiss on his lips. “Good morning, my love” You whisper against his lips, making Grayson smile and lean in to kiss you once more. Your hand tangles in his soft curls as your head rests on his chest, looking up at him.

“It’s snowing” You say, raising your eyebrows as Grayson grins widely. His hands trace random shapes onto your bare skin, the feeling making you relaxed. “Maybe we could take a walk?” He suggests and you hum a quiet ‘okay’. Both of you peacefully take in this lovely moment, a moment where you and no responsibilities or worries. Just here with one another.

That didn’t last long as you heard scratching against the bottom of the bed, looking down to see none other than Sledge, Grayson and Ethan’s dog. But from how much he adores you and Kristina, anyone would think he’s your dog. You quickly sit up to straddle Grayson, reaching down to carry Sledge up onto the bed.

“Gooodd Morning, my perfect boyy, I missed you so much. Yes I did, yes I did!” You exclaim excitedly, as you kiss Sledge all over his face. He gets excited, licking you to give you a kiss. Grayson could not bring himself to understand how you could kiss the dog directly on the lips, he could barely let the furry animal lick him.

Sledge leans up to lick Graysons face, tail wagging with excitement as Grayson smiled widely. “Good morning to you too, was hoping to have a little alone time with my girlfriend but I can share if you want” He talks to the dog, making you giggle.

Sledge lays his head on Graysons thigh, closing his eyes in content as you pet him. “Look at how cute he is! Oh my god, I just wanna eat him up!” You ramble to Grayson at the sight of the dog, making him laugh. Little did you know he was looking at you with the same look of admiration you were giving Sledge, his heart warming at the sight of you bonding with his dog.

“Can Sledge come with us on our walk? Please, I promise I won’t let go of his leash and he won’t get lost again! I even got him that adorable winter outfit with an ice cap and everything, Gray please-” You whine and Grayson laughs, leaving a kiss on your head. “Of course baby, we just need to get dressed”.

You got up and took out your warmest pair of sweatpants and one of Graysons hoodies, taking out a scarf and ice cap for you and Grayson. You weren’t wearing anything under Graysons shirt which you had slept with, so once you took it off, Grayson whistled making you blush. “Stop, Gray!” You whine making him chuckle.

He gets up from the bed to stand behind you as you looked through your closet for gloves, arms wrapping around your bare waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, leaving slow kisses from your jaw to your shoulder, his scruff tickling you. “On second thought, maybe we could stay in instead?” Grayson mumbles. You let out a sigh of content as you leaned back into Graysons bare chest, indulging in the feeling of his mouth on your skin.

Graysons hands trail up to your breasts, as he cups them lightly making your breath hitch in your throat. “Gray” You whimpered as you turned your head to face him, leaning in to connect your lips. You hum into the kiss as his fingers brush over your hardening buds, making your head spin.

Suddenly, Sledge barks loudly from the bed, interrupting the two of you. “Do you have to be such a cockblock all the time Sledge?” Grayson groans into the kiss, earning a giggle from you. You run your hands through his hair and pull away from him, “C’mon, get dressed so we can go”.

And both of you get dressed ten minutes later, now having finished dressing Sledge up. You went downstairs to pour some cereal into two bowls for Grayson and you, filling up two glasses of water as well.

Grayson and you quickly finish the breakfast and put on your shoes, along with your winter coats. You put Sledge’s leash on, with some difficulty due to his excitement. As you walk out, Grayson shuts the door behind you. He lightly jogs to reach you, his hand wrapping around your waist to keep you close to him.

He leans down to kiss your cheek, “Coffee?”, knowing you already want coffee. “Coffee”. You head to a small coffee stand and order, Grayson pays for your drinks which you thank him for. You wait for your drink as Sledge tries to run around to escape the leash he had on. “You love walks that much, huh buddy?” Grayson chuckles as he leans down to pet the dog. A smile finds its way onto your face before you take the coffee, thanking the barista and handing Grayson his coffee.

Snuggling up to Grayson, you walk around the snowed out streets of Jersey. “God, I forget how much I miss living in Jersey” Grayson let’s out, eyes scanning the fairytale like scene in front of the both of you. “One day, maybe you will” You hum and he squeezes your waist. “We will” He corrects you as you blush, resting your head on his shoulder.

“That’s very confident of you to say about the future” You joke and he shrugs. “You are my future” Grayson replies softly as you both stop walking. “You think about stuff like that?” You almost whisper, feeling your heart warming by the second. “Yeah, ‘Course I do” Grayson mumbles, his hands resting on your hips to bring you closer to him.

He notices your blush, smiling lightly. “When we get married, we’ll move to Jersey. We’ll get three dogs, that I’ll hopefully not be allergic to, we’ll have kids — have a huge family, if y’want to it’s your body of course — take walks every day and grow old together with Sledge” Grayson continues, and you look at him in awe. “I really won the jackpot with you, didn’t I?” You laugh lightly, a hand of yours going to Graysons neck to lightly pull him towards you and kiss him softly.

He leans his head down, deepening your kiss. “I love you so much” Grayson mumbles into the kiss and you connect your lips once more. “I love you so much more” You let out, your eyes staring into his captivating hazel orbs. He smiles lightly, before turning his attention back to Sledge who had began to get a bit bored.

Sledge begins to get a bit tired, which you take notice of, so you pick him up and try to cheer him up. “Look, Sledge! Everything’s so pretty here!” You point out to him, not even noticing that you were using your baby voice. Grayson takes his phone out to take a picture of you as you were totally unaware, setting it as his lock screen.

He really had everything he needed at this very moment. And he hoped that in the future, he could still be able to say the exact same sentence with you by his side, always.

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jarofstyles · 3 years

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Can you guys do a cowboy h check in since we got the snl pics!!! Hopefully some smut... please

Yes 😎 - D

“Fuck me.”

Y/N felt hot. There was no other way to describe it. Nothing got her going more than seeing her man out at work.

While Harry did tend to work a lot with the business aspect of the ranch now, he always filled in duties and when it meant working the field and herding the cows, that was no exception. Today though, it was lifting and putting the bales of hay up into the loft with a few of the ranch hands and Matt.

Her eyes were glazed as she sat on the fence, petting one of their older mates who wanted some attention. Harry always looked good, of course. But there was something about him taking off his flannel after hauling heavy stacks of hay up to the loft, sweat dripping down his face and body as he wiped it with the dry bit of his shirt that had him going.

A throb in between her thighs, watching as he leaned his head back and let the cool breeze wash over his body as he finally got a moment to rest. Her mouth watered as she watched his sweat damp hair be finger combed out of his face, a smile on his flushed cheeks as he laughed at some sort of joke being told. The bottle of water in her bag was the perfect excuse to get a better look.

Harry was hot and a bit out of it from the heat he raised, only realizing his pretty girl was coming over when the wind caught a bit of her sweet cherry blossom scent and waved it over. He could recognize it anywhere.

“‘Scuse me. Got to go see what my woman needs.” He murmured, getting a pat on the back as he walked towards the girl. She wore a blue checked sundress today, actually buying into the country look- and god if it didn’t get to him. “There y’are, gorgeous. What are you doin’ out here?” He asked as he approached. She had a bit of a look on her face though, almost like she was drunk? That had him a bit confused.

“Was just walking around. Saying hi to Cinnamon.” She nodded over to the mare. “Was gonna bring yoh a water cause....” her eyes dropped down his body, taking in the droplets of sweat and making her tongue wet. “Y’look like you need it.”

Sometimes he could be oblivious, Harry. He wasn’t unaware of the fact he was attractive. It just wasn’t in the forefront of his mind. It drove her absolutely mad. She felt... he had to know what he was doing. When he took off the cap and dropped his head back, drinking the water up quick and messy, greedy, she almost moaned. The water dripped down his slick chin and her poor cunt... her clit was already swelling and needy, her body soft and ready for the taking. He needed to touch her.

The water was finished and it was sure to say, so was she. Harry watched in a bit of confusion as she approached further, wanting to warm her that he was sweaty and probably not a joy to touch. But his mouth seemed to dry right back up as he watched her glazed over eyes and her hand grab his belt buckle, coming to rest her other hand on his slightly sticky chest.

“Do you know how insane you make me?” She whispered coyly. Their bodies shielded by the truck, she pushed for him to lean against it. “When y’walk around and look the way you do? When you.... sit there and look so fucking sexy doing all that hard work?” She asked, looking nearly frustrated now. Her hand left his belt and tugged his hand between her legs.

“Feel.” She pressed it up against the damp fabric. His mouth dropped open, brows shooting up in surprise after her behavior. They’d been adventurous before and all that. But he was completely taken off guard by her risky move. They’d talked about it but... seeing it happen in practice was something else.

He curled his fingers against the fabric feeling as it was soaked through and hot to the touch. “Did you....” he swallowed, dropping his voice. “Did you get this wet just from watching me work?” His question received a whimpered nod, hips moving slowly against his hand. It was quite a victory for him. He hasn’t done a thing and he had his girl worked up to bits.

His own cock began to thicken at the mere idea of it all. Her leaning against the fence and watching him, thinking about how he got just as sweaty during their more intense sex and how she was probably wanting to bite him.

“Mhm. Yes sir.” She whispered a “just... look so good like that. It’s so sexy when you get all sweaty m’your working, all your muscle and your scruff.... and you fucked me so, so good last night.... I wanted more.” She pressed a peck to the middle of his chest before laying her tongue flat. Licking the slightly salty skin, dragging it up to his neck and ending with a bite on the smooth expanse of it.

Harry groaned, his hand closing around her hair and taking it in a makeshift ponytail. He was about to crash his mouth back on to hers when he heard a call.

“We’re showering and heading to the bar. Meet you there?” It was Matt, and Harry could hear pickup’s starting.

“Yeah. See y’there!” He managed to keep his voice steady as he felt y/n’s mouth lick up behind his ear, his hand working between her legs on its own now and her nails digging slightly into his chest as she pressed herself into him.

As soon as he watched the last of the men roll away? He was tired of waiting. Opening the backseat of his truck, he climbed up and lifted her up with him. Manhandling her and making her straddle his lap.

She giggled, hands going for his belt and trying her best to yank it off before the zipper of his jeans was down.

“Need it. Need you to be inside of me, H. You’re so... fucking hot.” She whimpered, not even taking a moment to take off her panties. As soon as he was fished out of his pants, she began to rub the tip through her folds, tugging the fabric to the side.

“Just can’t help it, can you?” Harry laughed lowly as he felt her hot pussy against his cock. Being dragged through it and feeling it slick him up, it was heavenly. But not as much as when she sank down on him with little warning.

“Oh, fuck me” he moaned, leaning his head back against the glass of the window. The door was still open. It was sundown, meaning everyone was either gone or not in this barn, and he was thankful for it- though he truly wouldn’t give a fuck right now. Not when he was balls deep in his woman.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she rolled her hips. So full, so fucking deep and she was feeling what she had been craving. “Yes, yeah. This is what I needed, sir. Needed this thick fucking cock inside of me again. Once a day isn’t enough.” She was on a quite horny streak lately but he couldn’t ever complain about that. Instead, he smirked, sliding his hands under her dress and take control of her ass.

“Mm. I know it is, my dirty girl. I spend all day riding... and now you’re gonna be my pretty baby and ride me?” He cooed. “S’what I thought. Such a sweet cunt, swallows me up and let’s me stretch it out... go on.” He smacked her ass. “Let’s see it bounce.”

Harry when she rode him was something out of a book. She swore it. The attractive arrogance, the way he made her want to work for it and the pure, smug satisfaction he got from it only made her want to prove even more to him. The easy smirk he had on his face, the pleasure he would show he felt, it spurred her on to give him what he needed to fall apart.

She whined, breath hitching as she lifted up to slide back down. Both of them moaned at the feeling, their indecent act being covered by her dress skirt but the danger and thrill was still there. Open car door in the middle of the barn lot. The slick sound of her pussy sliding up and down on his length, their shuddery breaths and moans.

“That’s my good girl, darlin’. Take what you need from me. Ride me. Feels so good to be swallowed up by you.” He exhaled, watching her face as her mouth dropped open in pleasure. Going in and out of her, the little squelch of her slickness costing him and making the job easier. “Have such a greedy pussy.” He kissed her deep, murmuring against her mouth.

“Better believe it’s all mine. Property of H. Hm? My girl’s perfect pussy... and this ass.” He raised one brow and slipped his thumb between the cheeks, making the strangled moan escape her. “Mhm. No one knows my beautiful girl is so utterly filthy. S’why I love her so much.” He pressed the thumb into the rim, making her thighs shake a bit.

“Yeah.... see, that’s it. This is it. You’re riding me in the lot because you got all wet while I worked. Imagine what the people would say? Knowing that you’re a greedy, dirty girl? Wants the most filthy and indecent things.” He watched her as she nodded, leaning her forehead against his.

She was dirty. Y/N was a slut, she would say, but only for Harry. She loved being touched and fucked and used by him. He managed to check every one of her boxes and she was in love with him... so there was no reason not to be her filthiest self with him. It got her off though. Knowing Harry knew these things and got to be the one to experience them. His finger in her ass paired with the need and fullness she felt had her approaching her breaking point.

“Gonna cum. Gonna cum so hard, Sir. Please? Please, please. Can I?” She begged, fingers grabbing his wet hair as she began to fuck herself harder on his cock. The filthy sounds and the heat was getting to the both of them, her thighs sweaty and he could feel it on him. Their skin sticky and her cunt dripping around him, their appeal for both of them was getting to the end.

“Mhm. The first time.” He earned, eyes dark and full of promise. She had awoken the monster bit of him that was ready to go for a few rounds. “Cum for me.” Car sex hadn’t ever been so good. Not with her whimpers and tugging at his hair, this thumb in her ass and her cunt clenching up, sucking him over and over until- she came.

A squeal. She let out the most adorable, sexy squeal as her whole body shook. His jeans wet with her arousal, he held her down on his length as she rocked back and forth frantically to work herself through it, clit getting it’s friction and his thumb pressing in further to make her drop her head.

“Yes! Please please.... oh my god. M’cumming.” Her voice broke as she soaked him, clutching him and her cunt clenching up and keeping him locked in place. Having her sitting on him like this and shivering at the pleasure pulsing through her body only spurred him on more.

This was just the begging.

His hand worked down her back, kissing all over her head as he let her ride it out. It had taken everything in him not to cum the first time, just watching his girl bounce and her tits right in his face- but he had plans for her.

“There she is. My beautiful, good girl. Feels so good... did such an amazing job.” He soothed, letting her catch her breath. As soon as she calmed slightly, he took her mouth and kissed her deeply, tongue messily brushing hers and letting her feel his passion for her.

“Now.... want you over the hood of the pickup.”

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spikesbimbo · 3 years

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Silver spoon

Pairing: ukai Ikkei x f!reader

Tags: made this a Mafia au just so he would have a reason to have a gun, nurse!reader, actual age agp, gilf, gun play, gun fucking (?), idk giving his gun sum sloppy toppy, oral sex, creampie

Summary: how to be a beneficiary

wc: 3.5k

@keishinslove , come get ur mans, ; ), @fawn-daydreams thanks so much for the pic! @dreamsandabyss

18 + Minors dni

“Look, someone has to have it...” he spoke into the phone, leaning back as you did with him. The feeling of his warm body against yours putting you to sleep, resting your head on his chest as you curled up into him.

His smirk widened as he ran his hand down your sides, enjoying your company as you grew more comfortable in his lap, the feeling of cold hard metal touching your skin as you adjusted yourself on his legs, seeing it peek from below his waistband, handle hanging out of his belt reminded you of what he was, breaking you out of your daydream.

Looking up at him as your hands rested on his chest and neck, pulling away from his stroking his scuff and fingers untangling themselves from his golden chain. Getting off his thighs seeing as this call was going to last long, legs growing numb, jestering with your hands that you were going to the kitchen, responding with a subtle nod as he watched you leave.

Hearing his voice get sterner, sending chills down your spine as his tone changed completely. “Send guards up there to get him…. and hold him until they arrive.” Seeing that he got confirmation, as his head tilted back, a sigh escaping lips as he rubbed his eyes. Eyebrows furrowing, not knowing if you should have left him there alone, just putting it in the back of your head that you left some time for him to cool down.

Walking down the staircase headed towards the kitchen, almost still getting lost in this villa as you remember him telling the first time you came here ‘it was down the staircase and to the left’. Stopping to look at the big picture of him hung up on the wall followed by many others, looking like a victorian portrait encased in the glass frames made you realize how big of a name they really were, generations following you down the hall as you continued moving down the steps.

Finally seeing the walls of windows and the bar you felt relieved, walking up to the fridge and opening it, seeing every drink but water. Grabbing some type of lemonade as you leaned against the marble counter while you took a sip, tasting the unknown alcohol in it as it hit the back of your throat, quickly coughing while smacking your chest a few times to calm it down. Tears filling your eyes as you shakily set the glass down.

“Sorry about that. Should've probably just drank it all yesterday.”

You turned your blurry eyes to see his grandson, an almost spitting image of him when he was younger, noticing him handing you some water that you wanted in the first place.

“What a surprise...” you choked out, lifting the bottle to your mouth, throat finally feeling some ease.

The two of you had an almost sibling-like relationship, starting from the moment he met you after you patched his friend up in an alleyway, not even questing or caring why, moving on with your day like nothing happened.

Guessing you were on your way home from work, seeing you in scrubs, and after running into you again he swore it was fate. Persuading you to join them as you easily said yes, knowing you wouldn't say no the salary and the ‘benefits’ that came along with it, just wanting to finally relax with your student loans paid off.

But the last thing he would've expected after all of this, was you, with his grandad. Essentially getting yourself stuck in this kind of life, knowing that you'd never be able to leave as soon as they found out you were 'with’ him. But you obviously had a smart head on you, letting you do whatever your heart wanted as he supported you. Grabbing another drink from the bar, this time knowing it was alcohol as you two joked around for a minute.

A smile appearing on your face when you heard steps walking towards you, seeing ikkei appear from the corner of the hallway as keishin turned his head and guessed right, looking at you already skip over to him like a puppy following its owner.

Greeting you while he let you cling onto him, arms wrapped around his as he lifted his hand saying hello to his grandson. All his attention on your pretty little smile as his thumb traced your cheek, bringing up your hand to his lips, placing his lips on it gently as you were acting like you've never been touched before, giggling shyly into his arm as he chuckled out.

Keishin gagging at the sight before him, “Why don't you just retire already,” not wanting to see this cringy shit anymore, but deep down just wanting him to be safe and content, never seeing him smile this hard in his life. Knowing he's never felt this way before, his ex wife being set up by an arranged marriage, she wasn't bad but he definitely didn't love her along with her complaining, but luckily a quick swipe of his card shut her up, finally divorcing after all theses years.

“My dad isn't still too young to take over, you know?”

“No.” he stated, stepping outside to light his cigar, resting his back against the wall as he took a puff. “Great men are taught, not born.” He uttered out, choking on the smoke as he brought it back up to his lips. He was dependable, not regretting having his son at a young age, but swearing to never push this life on his son and grandson until he was gone.

“Yeah, he's stubborn.” keishin uttered under his breath, running his hands through his hair as he grabbed his drink and keys, walking towards the door while waving a quick goodbye to you.

“How the hell is someone younger than me gonna be my step grandma, can’t get someone your own age to date you?” he chuckled out in awe. But at the end of the day he was on your side, family was family, defending you like your own personal bodyguard. Hearing something along the lines of “She’s some old man’s sugar baby.” almost daily until he ‘took care of it’ a few months ago.

“You're just mad, that an old man like me gets more than you.” ikkei laughed, coughing out the rest of the smoke while coming up behind you. Wrapping his arm around your waist already pulling you back to his office as you gladly let him.

“Ok, shitty old man.” keshin replied, closing the door behind him. He knew it wasn't because of the money or the power, because there were many other men on his level trying to win your attention. Thinking there must be something going on in your head to be with him, and there was.

Love.

The first man to ever make you feel some type of way, to make you blush. Was it practical, no. Putting it to the back of your head that he would be long gone by the time you were even close to his age.

But the way he made you feel so light and free around him after only being here for a while. Looking into your eyes as you fixed him up, making you genuinely laugh as he didn't want you to stress over him, surprising him that you were just naturally calm.

You two fell for each other quickly, not even lasting a week before you two fucked. Hearts appearing in your eyes around him; not caring about having your own family, just becoming part of his as he always kept his promises.

“You wanna go out later.” he said loosely wrapping his hand around your waist, pulling you back into his lap. “m’sorry i haven't had time for you lately.” Looking up at his gray hair, eyes moving down to his body still this toned after all these years, aging like the finest wine.

“No.” you mumbled out, fingers running down his chest, getting caught up in his chain again. “Just wanna…..stay with you.” A shy smirk appearing on your face as the words left your lips.

Leaning into your shoulder, lips touching your neck as he whispered into your ear, scruff tickling your jaw as you let out a slight smile.“Stay with me, hmm? And what does that entail...?”

Already getting off his thighs, standing in front of him as you ran your hands up your body, his joining you as he wrapped them around your waist pulling you closer to him, chin resting on your stomach while his hands gently rested on your hips. “No one has ever managed to capture my attention like you have.” he said, hands lingering on you.

He had no shame in admitting it, his words plaguing your head, “I always tell the truth, no matter how hard it is.” Looking up to your flustered face, no one could ever make you feel as loved and appreciated as him.

“Ok old man.” you giggled out, taking your time stripping in front of him. Resting your hand on his shoulder for support as you slowly slid your skirt down, hugging your ass just right as you felt his soft, intense gaze never once leaving you. Eyeing you up as you fumbled with your buttons, hands meeting yours taking it off for you, being bare as the day you were born.

“You getting on your knees pretty girl?”

Nodding while letting out a quiet, shy “yeah” at the words that left his mouth. Lowering yourself onto the ground, trying to replace your timidness that only came around him. Hands resting on his knees working their way up his thighs, his stress already disappearing as your fingers played with his zipper, eyes locking with yours as you pulled it down.

The nervousness leaving you as his warm hand rested on your cheek, whimpering in need as your gaze fell on the hard cold metal that was standing before his cock. Resting on his abdomen, cunt growing wetter at the thought of the previous events, wanting it in your mouth, fucked down your throat.

Reading your mind, already loosening his pants enough to set it free. Pointer finger resting on the side as he parted your lips, immediately giving way. Tongue sticking out lewdly, spit and drool already falling off the tip of it, his other hand angling it down toward your mouth. “You trust me, don’t you Baby?”

Moaning out another muffled “yeah” at the weight of the barrel resting on your tongue, pushing it deeper down your mouth, the whines getting caught at the back of your throat. Body growing tingly, cunt leaking onto the floor as he gently bobbed your head head back and forth until you got the hang of it.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck... your sweet little mouth taking it all.” Whimpering at his words, eyes fluttering open at him, meeting his gaze as your vision grew blurry. Hands reaching for his cock, working there way up his thighs until you felt his bulge, groaning at the touch. Wanting to make him feel as good as you.

Letting your spit make a mess on his fingers as he slowly pushed the glock farther down until you choked on the muzzle. Pulling it out at the lewd sound of your wet gasp, catching your breath, looking at your lashes still wet, lips covered in drool. Dragging the spit covered barrel down, sliding between your tits pressing it against your nipples, shivering at the cold feeling.

“You gonna let me fuck your throat, sweetheart?”

Nodding quickly, letting out a strained “mhmm” as you moved your fingers around the base of his cock. Adjusting himself as he stroked it a few times before letting you take control. A moan leaving his mouth as you tilted your head to kiss his tip, parting your lips without his help as you flicked your tongue against it, your shiny lips making a mess already.

“Fuck angel, such a good girl. Open up that little mouth more for me sweetheart.” His hand came behind your neck, the firm grip leaving your mouth open as he pulled himself out, admiring the sight below him as the praise made you listen to his silent command. Soft wet smacks from him slapping the head of his cock against your tongue, looking so lewd, like the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life.

“… goddamn baby. Fuck…”

His scratchy voice letting out another moan as he leaned back onto the headrest of the couch. Your trembling hands gripping onto his thighs, nails leaving imprints as he continued to abuse your throat. The office was quiet besides the filthy wet sounds of you choking around him.

Opening your lids and gazing up at him, pupils so wide and eyes so red. Looking the prettiest you could, so needy and compliant, letting him use your throat as he pleased. “That’s it, angel… oh, fuck…m’gonna-”

Tears freely down your cheeks as you gagged, little strings of saliva dripping from your chin, body on fire as his thrusts got rougher, fucking up into your mouth as his hands gripped tighter around your neck holding you in place.

Sealing your lips around him, sucking in more as his hips stalled, grabbing your head with both of his hands. And with a long groan, music to your ears, shoving your face all the way down into his crotch, balls resting on your chin as you felt him release in your mouth, so hot and thick. Doing as you were told, always wanting to be his good girl, someone he could always rely on, someone he could always use when needed.

“You okay?” He asked, stroking your cheek as dizzily shook your head up and down. Reaching his hand forward, tipping your jaw upward to see you better. Cunt throbbing as his eyes met yours, clenching and releasing around nothing while he dragged his thumb across your swollen lips.

“Words, sweetheart.” His voice was soft and stern, ordering you around gently as you did you best to choke it out.

“y-yes”

“Let me see.” Parting your lips, with his ring covered finger, mouth opening to show him that his cum was still there. Smiling as he let go, muttering out “good girl.”, mouth closing as he let you swallow, the salty taste making you wince under your breath while he pet the side of your face down to your neck.

“You sure angel? ….You know i don't like lying.” he said, resting his hand on your cunt, fingers dipping in shallowly as you almost went limp in his hold, Knees locking just in time, so focused on keeping your composure that you didn't see him smirking at your state. His finger curling inside you, as you tried to hold back your whimper, body unconsciously rocking back and forth into his hand.

Finally snapping, trying to be on your best behavior best you couldn't help it anymore, knowing what he was doing to you. “Please,” you whined out. “Want you to fuck me like you always do, want you to fuck me so good.” No shame left in your body as you started taking action, nails clawing into his bicep, your eyes half lidded trying to hold back the tears forming.

Letting out a whine muttered by your teeth sinking into your lips when his hand pulls away, lingering there not for long as he easily hikes your leg up over his waist, aligning his cock to your dripping cunt, rubbing it over your folds, teasing you, wanting to make his sweet angel beg.

“i-ikkei, please” you lead, gripping his arms, as pushed into you slowly. Cooing at you for being so patient with him. Head dropping onto his shoulder as a broken noise escaped your lips, legs tightening around his waist, clenching around him.

Pushing the rest of himself inside you, hissing as you swallow him up in your warmth. “Fuck sweetheart, you always… feel so, -fuck, so goddamn good,”

“Relax baby,” he groaned out, head thrown back. “Little cunt’s so tight, gonna get my will instead of my kids if you keep it up.” Your smile barely forming before it gets cut off, moaning at the painful feeling of his cock stretching you out.

“Such a... fuck, such a good little girl for me,” He praises, hot breath on your neck as you clench even tighter at his words, the feeling of bhim so deep inside of you, nudging your cervix making your head spin. “So pretty, I'd do anything for you, you know that?”

“m’close.” you whimpered. His love confessions making you lose your mind completely, nails digging into his chest, slightly groaning at the sting.. “Please, p-please please,” you begged through a sob, tears swelling up in your eyes. Placing his lips on yours before you can gasp out begs anymore. Trying to whimper out his name before he fucks you roughly with a thrust that hits your g spot, making you cum all over him, sticky wetness enclosing the both of you as it dripped down his balls and onto the sofa.

“There you go baby,” he muttered against your lips, but you’re too far gone to even pay attention. Working his cock inside of you, gently pushing up into your cunt as your shaking body twitches in his hold, eyes rolling to the back of your head from your orgasm, still trying to come down from your high. “You know I always got you.”

He pulls out of you slowly when you have calmed down but you weren’t done. “w-wanna make you cum.” your croaky voice pouted out.

“Hm? You already did sweetheart.” Shaky legs positioning yourself on top of him, resting your hands on his shoulders. “no...want you to cum in me.”

Watching as you spread open you cunt, placing his tip on your entrance. Looking down at him with a heavy lust in your eyes, not wasting any time sliding back into you. “You’re so greedy.” He says into your ear, a roughness to his voice. Back arching as his arm wraps around your waist, leaning back to give him a view of himself bottoming out in you. The feeling of the fullness already has you cumming again. “...So fucking perfect.”

Rubbing your clit with his fingers as his lips attached to your nipple, locking you in his hold, your body trembling from the overstimulation. Cock repeatedly ramming into your g spot as your cunt is being lovingly abused. “Fuck” He mutters out, words getting trapped into your skin, fingers pinching your swollen clit, letting out a loud sob as tears break free.

“Fuck baby, I’m close.” He said, breath growing sporadic as his hips start stuttering. Chasing after his high, fingers slapping your clit as you squealed.

“C-, cum in me, please. You gotta, p-please!” You cry out, pushing him over the edge. Breaking free of your tits, mouth letting out deep groans as he is spilling his load into you, coming for the third around him. Body freezing up, seeing black and stars, walls clamping around him even tighter, wanting to milk him dry for everything he's got.

Not even realizing that he's holding you into him, balls resting on you cunt as he's still inside of you, knowing you'd throw a fit if he pulled out. Body slump and tired as he presses a light kiss on the top of your head, large hands soothing your body as they worked their way up and down your back.

“I-, I love you,” you choked out, resting your head into his shoulder. His heart softening as he kissed your lips softly, sighing as he leaned back with you in his arms. Gently humming to ease you into sleep, not caring how he was gonna take care of this later. ”I love you too, baby.” He whispered into your ear, looking around his office full of money and countless items worth millions, but none made his heart race like you could, not even close.

“...I love you, more than you'll ever know.”

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The Kid from Queens

summary: Bucky and Y/n take a trip to Queens in search of the boy Bucky saved on the day that changed his life pairings: bucky x reader warnings: none! 🧡 series masterlist / series playlist

“I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Bucky sank further into the backseat of the taxi, rubbing his palm against his jeans as he turned to look out the window. He was nervous, more anxious than you'd seen him in months. His eyes were unfocused as he tried to count the windows on the buildings, though they were little more than a blur. You curled up closer to his side, wrapping your arms tightly around his bicep.

“He’ll want to see you, Bucky,” you told him, brushing the hair away from his face. He was tense, firm muscle under your grip. “Did you know he lived so close by?”

Bucky shook his head as the taxi crossed the border into Queens. “It never came up.”

It was a Thursday evening when Bucky overheard one of the older guys down at the VA talking about a kid named Parker. He’d nearly frozen dead in his tracks, enough that his grip pulled you to an abrupt stop in the middle of the lobby, squeezing your hand so tight it began to ache. He was as rigid as you’d seen him the day Rollins stormed in the front door and nearly destroyed everything Bucky had built for himself. Only, this was different.

Bucky didn’t look as though he wanted to retreat, to escape out the back door and run until his feet couldn’t carry him. He was curious, a hitch in his breath, eyes glued to the men as they spoke fondly of a young kid who often hung around the VA in Queens, fixing up the computers with broken tech he’d swiped out of dumpsters and garbage bins.

It took a full five minutes before you could gather his attention again. He was too focused on listening to the men speak amongst themselves as he stood just on the edge of the room at a careful distance. His lips were curved into a frown, but his eyes were a little lost – sunken, sad. The dots were there on the wall, the red tape drawn along the board from Bucky’s time in Afghanistan to the kid he saved on the worst day of his life. You could tell by the stunned look on his face he never once considered the possibility of running into the boy again.

You carefully withdrew Bucky back to the kitchens where you sat him down and forced coffee on him. He was painfully quiet, his mind clearly running through every worst case scenario. While he was distracted and stirring sugar into his mug, you stepped outside to ask whether the men knew more about where Parker was staying.

It was Bucky’s idea to go find the kid, though it took him nearly a month to come around. He battled with himself for weeks about it; pacing along the living room, murmuring to himself about whether anyone from his old unit would even tolerate seeing his face after that day. He’d had enough experience with Rollins to tarnish whatever strand of hope he held onto that Parker might be an exception. Even though he saved the kid’s life, he still blamed himself for the loss of eight of their friends. He wondered if Parker did, too.

“Maybe we should go back,” Bucky started again, his hand quivering a little as you gripped it tightly. Excuses began to pile up, the dozens he’d considered since the moment he stepped into the back of the taxi. Maybe you would have let him back out if it weren’t for the cab rolling up to a steady stop in front of an old, brick townhouse with broken shutters and a baseball bat lying on the stoop.

You quickly paid the driver before slipping out the door, Bucky in tow. He stared up at the apartment for a while before either of you moved. The taxi was long gone, the gentle glow of a sunset just beyond the skyline. You could smell the fresh scent of oregano and garlic wafting from the open window in the living room, giving way to the garlic bread toasting in the oven.

“Bucky? You ready?”

He clenched his jaw, a deep breath filling his lungs as he started to shake his head. Bucky turned away from the door, facing you as you gripped his hand a little tighter.

“I haven’t seen him since it happened,” he admitted, shame seeping into his voice. “I don’t know if he would even—”

“Sergeant Barnes?”

Bucky took a few steps back as he looked up to find Peter standing on the doorstep of the apartment. He seemed to be surprised the boy had recognized him at all. It had almost been two years since they last saw one another, but Bucky had changed significantly from the picture you’d seen on Sam’s desk. His hair was longer now as it hung loose down by his shoulders, a scruff of beard covering his cheeks. He dressed in loose clothing and the absence of a limb in his left sleeve did not go unnoticed. He shifted himself to put his right side forward.

“Peter,” Bucky acknowledged tensely.

Peter bounded down the steps in feather light skips until he stood in front of Bucky. A smile lifted high into his cheeks as he looked Bucky over, a hand swiping through his untamed hair. He started to laugh, almost as if his body couldn’t quite contain the excitement, or maybe it was the nerves. His eyes flickered briefly over to you, though they didn’t last long. His smile didn’t falter for even a second.

But Bucky didn’t say a word. He held his ground, stone as a statue. Peter swallowed, a little nervous now in the silence.

“What can I do for you, sir?” Peter asked, his back straightening and for a brief moment you could imagine what he would look like in a military uniform, in beige camo and forty pounds of equipment on his back. He went from a kid to a man in a matter of seconds.

Bucky cleared his throat. “Just checking in on you.”

Peter’s brow furrowed. It didn’t seem like an answer he was expecting.

“Meant to do this a long time ago,” Bucky exhaled, scratching at the back of his neck, “just wasn’t sure if you’d want to—I mean, after what happened that day—”

“You mean when you carried me seven miles through open terrain while you were bleeding out?”

Bucky froze. You tried not to let the shock manifest on your features. It was the first time you’d even gotten a glimpse of what happened to Bucky on that day outside of his incoherent mumbling in his sleep. You glanced down to find Bucky’s hand trembling ever so slightly and you quickly slipped your fingers against his, giving him an anchor to hold onto.

Peter smiled, though it was softer than before. “Sir, you saved my life. I never got a chance to thank you for that.”

As Bucky looked at Peter, you could tell there was more he wanted to say. Whether it was to argue over how much of that praise he deserved or to remind the kid that he also lost eight others from his unit in the same attack, you weren’t sure. But before Bucky could part his lips, a woman appeared in the doorway of the apartment; long brown hair, wire rimmed glasses, and a wooden spoon stained in marinara in her grip.

“Sauce is getting cold, Peter!” she called, pointing to the kitchen with the end of the spoon.

“Sorry, Aunt May.” Peter grimaced, a flush of pink in his cheeks.

She narrowed her eyes upon Bucky, glancing over the army jacket hung over his shoulders and his last name woven into the emblem over the right chest. Her stance slacked. “Oh my God.”

She raced down the stairs. Before Bucky could get a word in, she threw her arms around his shoulders. He stumbled backwards a few paces, his hand slipping from yours as he stabilized her with a hand to her spine. He was rigid for only a moment, the physical contact of strangers not something he was entirely welcome to, though when you heard her whispering ‘thank you, thank you, thank you,’ as she held onto him, he started to relax.

He brought her nephew home.

“Stay for dinner,” she insisted as she finally released him. “There’s plenty.”

“Oh, I don’t know...” Bucky mumbled, a quick glance at you.

“Your girlfriend is more than welcome, too,” May said, a wink in your direction, before she headed back up the stairs and into the apartment. The smell of garlic bread drifted out into the street and you could practically hear Bucky’s stomach growling.

“I talked to Pietro recently,” Peter offered, a small piece of bait to draw Bucky inside as he began to ascend up the stairs. “He said he saw Rollins in county lockup last week.”

Bucky’s ears perked up, intrigued. Pietro must have been another from their unit and it seemed Bucky wasn’t the only one with a distain for Jack Rollins. He glanced over at you, almost as if asking for permission, and you gave him a smile in return, nudging him towards the door.

“Alright, alright,” Bucky conceded, a slight laugh in his tone. You followed him up the stairs; another stone loose from the baggage chained at his feet.

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blahkugo · 4 years

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Sleepless

Shouta Aizawa X Reader (BNHA)

Warnings: 18+, bondage, bratty rc, over-stimulation, umm it’s just pure filth sandwiched between some fluff

Word Count: 3.9k

A good night’s rest? You’ve never heard of her!

“At least take off your heels before you throw yourself into bed,” your boyfriend’s voice rings out, still deeply agitated from a long night of feigned smiles and interest. You know that tone well— the exasperated sigh typically saved for his students at U.A— but the room is spinning too fast for you to take heed of his reprimand.

“M’too tired,” you slur your words, face down against your mattress.

The two of you had been at a pro-hero gala, or as Shouta called it, a “gaudy show of riches for politicians and government dickheads.” It had taken almost all of your energy, and a lot of homemade dishes, to persuade him to accept the invitation; however, he had followed through. He behaved properly all night, smiled and socialized with every partygoer that approached you, and even ensured the vicious insults on the tip of his tongue were whispered into your ears only after each person had turned away. You deemed the night a success, despite waving off Shouta’s warnings about that fourth glass of champagne you downed.

“You’re going to get our covers dirty, idiot.” You can’t help but feel your heart flutter at that word— our. Be it the hundredth or thousandth time, you don’t think you’ll ever get over hearing him refer to the two of you as one. It had taken years for him to warm up to you, after all. While he considers it endearing now, you’re positive Shouta had initially found your constant laughter and positive nature unbearable, thinking of you as simply another nuisance to avoid; never had he met someone who reduced his usual threatening tone to something playful or entertaining. And little did either of you know, he would slowly come to adore the way his scolding amused you.

No amount of persuasion from his students or other heroes can convince you Shouta is actually intimidating. If anything, his constant stoicism only compels you to misbehave more. You love pressing his buttons, take pleasure in watching him get riled up and lose his calm demeanor. But as of this very moment, you’re simply too tired, and a bit too tipsy, to play along. You wave off his words with a flick of your wrist, only to feel a tug at your ankle.

“Wha–”

“Stop squirming. I’m trying to take them off,” he struggles with the straps woven intricately up your calves, “damned things are more tangled than my cloth.” When he finally removes them, you feel the pads of his fingertips graze your legs softly. Shocks travel your entire body as he pays special attention to the indents adorning your skin— drawbacks of the tight laces that are quite easy to disregard when they urge him to touch you so sweetly.

Shouta stalks away for a moment, only to return with a cotton pad and makeup remover. You’re surprised he even knows what products to use, though you know you shouldn’t be. He has spent countless minutes watching you complete your night routine intently, though usually his stare is paired with a sleepy grumble to hurry up and join him in bed.

He shifts you into a sitting position, wiping tenderly at your cheek while you pull off your false lashes.

“Those are fake?” He snorts, baffled.

“Mhhm, I’m prettier without them, right?” You poke fun at him, knowing he’ll ignore the cheesy question. A faint heat rises on his cheeks.

“Shut up and put this on,” he nudges one of his t-shirts into your arms before he slides your strapless dress down your body. Even with your eyes half-shut, you can feel his charged stare ogling every hill and valley of your naked form. His fingers barely skim you— a purposeful maneuver to focus on the task at hand— but your body jerks into his grasp, keen for more. Sleepy or not, you’d never waste an opportunity for a quickie. You know just how swiftly a few words and caresses on his part could have you bucking and sobbing, like putty in his han– “(Y/N), stop. You’re drunk and half-asleep.”

“Only tipsy and a quarter asleep, thank you very much.” Your eyes flutter open to see the beginnings of a smile touch his lips, but he just barely holds it back. He’s trying his damn hardest to remain stern, how cute. “Shou,” you mewl, elongating his name in the hopes that he’ll budge.

“Don’t pout at me,” he taps a chiding finger against your bottom lip, “the answer is no. I still have work to do.” Ignoring your whined protests, Shouta walks out of the bedroom. Seconds later, you hear his office door shut, a sign that he’ll be in there long into the night.

Any inkling of sleepiness your body possessed is gone without a trace, now feeling nothing but an intense heat coursing the skin your boyfriend brushed, and the alcohol left running through your veins only intensifies that warmth. You turn yourself over in bed, naively will yourself to succumb to sleep and deal with the ache tomorrow; however, your body has other plans. Your thighs press together on their own, desperate for any sort of relief to quell the throbbing between your legs, but it’s no use. Looks like you’re getting up.

With each step towards his office, you find yourself more impassioned. Who does Shou think he is anyways, leaving you alone in such a needy state? It’s not fair. He gives you the slightest taste of his touch and then cruelly rips it away. So if anything, it’s his fault that your body won’t rest until completely appeased— until he soothes the burn. Besides, you’ll be damned if you’re going to allow him the pleasure of hearing your moans through the thin walls knowing he goaded you into touching yourself.

Upon walking through the door of his workspace, you’re greeted with the sight of your boyfriend, the stealthy pro-hero, seated ever-so casually at his desk. He has a hand pressed adamantly against his temple and his hair up in a messy half-bun. So badly do you want to run your hands through it, tug the clip off so you can watch those beautiful, dark locks tumble down his shoulders. You always catch yourself silently hoping for a piece to fall in his eyes so that you can reach out and tuck it behind his ear, delighted when you have any excuse to stroke the soft waves between your fingertips.

“Shou,” you mumble, one hand rubbing at lidded eyes. The white glow of the computer screen washes over him as he turns to you, and you feel your breath hitch again at the Adonis in front of you.

He’s opted out of wearing any sort of top. Instead, gray joggers hang low on his hips, allowing you to feast your eyes on his lean chest and softly sculpted v-lines. A dark line of hair trails down into his pants, and you feel your mouth water at the idea of licking a long stripe up his navel.

“Can’t sleep.” You’re aware it comes out a whine, don’t care to correct your tone because it may just convince him to join you in bed. He rolls his eyes, your name flowing off his tongue with a low sigh— music to your ears.

“I have work to catch up on since somebody forced me to go to that stupid gala,” the accusation is probably sincere, but you smile anyways.

“Please,” there’s that whine again, “just five minutes.” This time your words are accompanied by a quick yank at the hem of your t-shirt. Your cleavage makes an appearance, and when you see his eyes wander up towards the supple globes— tongue just barely poking out to slide across his bottom lip— you know you’ve got him beat. He mutters under his breath, but the only words you catch are something along the lines of ‘pampered brat’.

Well, spoiled or not your methods work, and he’s the one indulging your whims anyways. Being curled up against Shouta’s sturdy chest, you find the fatigue of a long night creeping up on you once again. His close proximity is enough to relax you; all of your senses are engulfed in his presence, saturated with him. Your body gladly welcomes his scent with every inhale— clean laundry, aftershave, and something a bit woodier that can only be described as ‘Shouta’. Though he shaved this morning, newly grown stubble scruffs against you every time you nuzzle against his jaw. Slender fingers tangle in your hair, smoothing lazy circles into your scalp. And with your ear pressed to his chest, you realize the slow, steady drum of his heartbeat just might actually lull you into a deep sleep.

But that’s all before you hitch a leg around his hip to pull him closer. At the sensation of your heat nudged tightly against him, you feel his heartbeat rise rapidly. If any thoughts of sleep linger in your mind, the prospect of riling Shouta up— and perhaps securing an orgasm or two in the process— throws them out the window once again.

Your fingertips begin to caress his shoulders subtly, ear still pressed to his chest to listen for any jumps in his rhythm. The less he notices your movements, the easier it’ll be to overwhelm him all at once. When your fingers don’t incite any noticeable response, you run them through his hair instead. At the same time, you feign discomfort at the position you’re in and twist your hips slightly, making sure to press your core against him harder. You feel his breath hitch under you, and then your hair being jerked harshly.

“I know what you’re trying to do,” he forces you to look up at his cloudy eyes, always ringed with darkness no matter how much rest he receives. Caught. You flash him your sweetest pout, gazing up at him through dainty lashes. A slight ‘hm?’ leaves your lips, but within seconds, they’re attached to his neck, shamelessly kissing and nibbling at the sweet spot near his jaw. “If you’re not going to behave on your own, I’ll make you.” Your thighs tighten around his hips, goosebumps trailing your arms at the clear-cut threat.

“Do it then,” you urge between kisses, now peppering them up his jaw. Your teeth kiss the shell of his ear before you whisper, “or I’ll just keep misbehaving, daddy.”

In an instant, your face is shoved into the mattress, arms crossed behind your back with Shouta’s cock straining against you through his pants. Rigid cotton brushes against your folds and you realize that perhaps he was expecting this turn of events more than he let on, because the fucker never bothered giving you a change of underwear.

“You’re such a needy slut,” he spits, heated breath fanning your neck while he tightens his grasp around your wrists. “Can’t go one night without getting me worked up, huh?” His free hand darts under your shirt, now kneading and pinching at your ass.

“Nope,” you bite back, always ecstatic to provide sassy retorts, especially when he’s seething like this.

A stinging pain travels your body when he slaps the globe of your ass. Once, twice, five times, each spanking invoking a louder gasp until tears prick the corners of your eyes.

“Are you done acting up?” Shouta’s tone is slow and composed, almost disinterested. If not for his heaving chest pressed against your back, you would believe him unaffected by the punishment.

You, on the other hand, are very obviously flustered. Tears stream down your face freely now, and you’re positive the spanking has left a blazing handprint on your cheek as a reminder for days to come. Shouta gives you a final, petty love tap to shake you out of your thoughts. “I don’t have all night.”

But you’re left unsatisfied, the throbbing between your thighs only worsened by his harsh welts and complete neglect of your clit. He hasn’t made a single motion towards your glistening cunt, probably won’t ever if you simply take his discipline lying down.

“What if I’m not?” The words leave your mouth hesitantly, face turning to stare back at him with wide, unblinking eyes. He doesn’t say a word, his own eyes narrowing and lips quivering into a disgusted scowl. Even though you’ve asked for this, know exactly what situation you’ve gotten yourself into, your heart quickens at the thrill of seeing your partner so worked up. He may not be outwardly angry— Shouta has always been a man who prefers quick, biting remarks over piercing screams and smashing glass— but his mannerisms tell you everything you need to know. It’s going to be a long, sleepless night.

You feel the tight, unforgiving fabric knotted around your body before you’re even aware of what’s happening. Nimble fingers quickly wrap your arms in place. Then, your legs are bent at the knees and tied securely to your wrists. Only your taut midriff and breasts touch the mattress, leaving your sopping core exposed, no way to flail or deny him entrance. You’re his to do whatever he pleases with.

“Behave.” He wraps your hair around his wide palm and yanks hard, a pained cry leaving you at the prickling in your scalp. His fingers graze your slit, but never touch you where you need him. It’s absolutely maddening. You buck into him to no avail— the cloth wraps too firmly around your limbs.

“Shou, I– I, please,” you’re practically sobbing, his name leaving your lips over and over like a prayer. But it doesn’t matter, you’ve angered him.

“Who said you could speak?” He tugs harder on your locks. The motion rocks your skull, all nerves standing on end. It fucking hurts, but the action has your slit quivering all the same. “Are you going to be a good little whore now?”

“Yes, Shou.” The response wins you a sharp slap to the ass, the sore cheek. You suppress a loud wail, correcting yourself quickly. “Y-Yes daddy, I’ll behave.” He doesn’t respond, only lets out a low growl and loosens his grip on your hair.

Then, his presence is gone. He’s moved off the bed, and your cunt pulsates at the number of delicious things he may do next.

A slam rings out from your bedside dresser and he’s back within seconds. Something foreign, hard and long, is pressed against your tight hole. No stretching, no warning, he simply sinks the toy into your slick cunt. After a few merciless thrusts you’re whimpering softly, choking back pleas. If he wanted you to beg, you’d know it.

“Is this what you wanted?” The dildo is driven into you faster. “Is this what you were grinding like a bitch in heat for?” His words are spit like venom, tone disappointed— appalled— with you, but it only fuels your steady ascension to orgasm. You’re teetering closer and closer to the edge, but you just need a bit more. His cock, a finger on your clit, anything.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You can’t help the onslaught of moans that spill from your lips in between pants. His hands begin kneading at your ass again, right cheek still flaming with every touch. If he’d only remove the bindings, now digging tightly into your wrists and ankles, you’d be able to hump back onto the toy as you so desperately wish to.

He stills all at once, leaving you distraught and gasping. If you cry out, you’ll only be met with harsh reprimands. You want to sob— for his touch, for a break, for anything to soothe the ache in your core.

You hear it before you feel it.

A small buzzing noise as something is clicked on. Then, vibrations wracking your insides, your clit— a slew of pleasure as the dildo pulses. You sigh loudly, that stubborn itch finally being appeased by the pressure of the toy.

“Is my pretty little slut enjoying herself?” Shouta laughs behind you, voice still cold and filled with loathing. It’s as though he’s repulsed by your desire, your ceaseless need for him. You mewl loudly at the thought. “Mhm, and you’re going to continue enjoying yourself,” you feel the bed dip as he steps away, “until I finish my work.”

The fucking bastard. He’s leaving you tied up and helpless with a sex toy on the highest setting. He knows you’ll be a drooling mess for him, probably only half-conscious, by the time he’s back.

“N- no Shou, please.” Your protests do nothing to sway him. He simply snickers and walks out of the bedroom, leaving you to writhe and wail on your own. And God, does it feel good. Your stomach pulls taut as you rut against the bed like– like an animal. In a constant cycle of edging and ebbing, your orgasms build and build and build until you’re hit full force, only to begin all over again. It’s equal parts satisfying and unfulfilling, because fuck, do you just want your boyfriend’s cock inside you. It’s all you can think of— his warmth, his hands roaming your body, sweet, degrading nothings whispered into your ear while he pounds into you.

You lose track of time, aren’t even sure at this point whether your body is spasming or simply attempting to dispel the thick length inside you. The pleasure has turned to an entirely different ache, swollen clit now abused by the constant vibrations. Your voice is run hoarse, face carved into a permanent wince. And despite your attempts to stay quiet, chokes and gasps still rip through your throat. Even Shouta’s cloth is soaked through with the scorching sweat enveloping your body.

Though absolutely exhausted, you’re conscious enough to hear his quick steps as he makes his way to the bedroom. You can sense the smirk plastered across his face without even seeing it.

“Tired out?” Fingertips ghost over the cloth and across your painfully numb calves, nerves jumping at the feeling. “Ah’, you’ve soaked the bedspread.” A fierce blush runs across your skin, humiliated at the sight you must seem to him— a drooling, high-strung mess. He either doesn’t notice or chooses to ignore the way your body shakes at every prod.

All you can do is let out a meager ‘Mmph’, your brain too scrambled to form anything close to words, let alone coherent sentences. “If you use your words, I’ll consider taking the toy out.” Shouta’s ruthless; he knows every inch of your body, your reactions, like the back of his hand. Of course he’d ask you to use your words. He lives to watch you come undone, thrives off the pain etched onto your features.

“Please,” the request is drawn out— paused midway to let loose another gasp— and dripping in desperation. “I can’t– I just-” It’s all you can manage in your state.

“Seems you’ve been fucked stupid,” he chuckles darkly, though the vibrations wracking your cunt finally come to a halt and the dildo is swiftly removed. Your core clenches at the emptiness. “But I haven’t had the chance to stuff this tight little pussy full,” he slaps a harsh palm against your slit, making sure to wipe the slick that now coats his palm all across your cheek. If you weren’t aware of how soaked you were before, Shouta makes damn sure that you do now. The most you can work out in response is a feeble squeak.

One of Shouta’s hands strokes at your matted hair from behind, agile fingers tidying the disheveled strands. The other rubs harsh circles on your clit; you twitch incessantly, sparks running through every inch of your body. “There’s that pained little face I love,” he grabs at your cheeks roughly, forcing your lips into a ‘o’ while grinding into your calf. “Fuck.”

Your legs and arms slump onto the mattress as soon as the cloth is unbound. Every muscle in your body aches with overuse; numbness buzzes through the limbs that were strung together for God knows how long.

Your boyfriend— sadist that he fucking is— thrusts himself into you without warning. Sure, you’ve been stretched by the toy, but your poor slit is so overworked by previous orgasms that even the slightest hint of friction invokes senseless blubbering, your tongue lolling to the side in defeat. Wet, harsh slaps of skin against skin sweep the room, mixed with cries of ‘daddy,’ ‘please,’ and senseless nothings.

“Wanna see you cum.” It’s an order more than a request, grunted into the crook of your neck. His chest flattens against your back. It should feel suffocating, should feel disgusting, considering your body is gleaming with hours worth of perspiration, but you’re enamored with the warmth— engrossed by the way your skin sizzles at his touch. His fingers are secured at your hips, propping your ass in the air and pulling it against him with every piercing thrust.

“N- no, can’t,” cheek still buried into the mattress, you muster whatever strength you have left and grip at his slick bicep behind you. He simply swats your hand away, takes your wrist between his slender fingers, and presses it into the bed. His thumb caresses the marks left by the cloth, savoring the aftermath of the punishment he inflicted.

“You can and you will.” Despite the rasp in his voice, the command still holds authority over your forlorn frame and sends prickles down your spine. You feel yourself, yet again, creeping to the edge of an orgasm. “Cum for me.”

It’s those three, simple words that have you seeing white. Breathless, your brows scrunch together and lips open into a wide ‘o’, but no sound comes out. Your whole body tenses, all senses overwhelmed by this final tidal wave of pleasure, and then finally goes slack.

You’re officially done, body worked to the point of no return. A couple more snaps of his hips and Shouta follows, your name grunted loudly as he spills into you.

For a long time you simply lay together silently, chests heaving with his body still splayed over yours. You know that eventually he’ll roll out of bed and make sure you’re all cleaned up. You always revel in the way he pampers you, taking his time to ensure he doesn’t miss a single inch of skin. If you weren’t so exhausted, he’d probably run a bath as well.

Right now, the heat is finally proving too much for you, so you tap at his hip and he slides himself out of your raw core.

“Ouch,” you wince at the friction, the ability to speak returning to you at last. The whole bottom half of your body is tender. It’ll be a miracle if you’re able to sit comfortably for the next few days.

“Surprised you actually behaved,” he chuckles, flipping you over to hold you. His fingers rub lazy circles into your back and he presses a kiss to your forehead, “You were so good for me.”

“Not like you had me tied up or anything,” you poke a finger at his chest. “And to do paperwork at that.”

“Oh,” a slow, smug smile inches across his face, “I didn’t get any work done.” You might just slap him.

“Shouta,” your voice is even, but your eyes pierce his, narrowed in disbelief, “what do you mean you didn’t get any work done?” His laugh rumbles through his chest.

“Do you think I could really focus, hearing your screeching through the walls like that?”

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mysteriesofloves · 2 years

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see your body bare (and still live here)

rated E ♡ read on ao3

She’s sun-warm when she wakes, but the room is still cast in early-morning winter grey, curtains drawn and eyelids fluttering. Her hand slides out next to her, muscle memory, even though she feels the source of the warmth at the delicate underside of her knee, moving up to her inner thigh.

“What’re you doing down there?” Blair asks playfully.

“My version of Sunday morning church.”

She laughs lightly, scratching at the thick scruff of Dan’s cheek. He noses at the crease of her thigh, then presses a kiss there. She hadn’t bothered putting underwear back on under her slip after last night, and there’s a pulse of heat so close to his mouth, so close he must feel it too. He thumbs over her folds, swelling so quick under his touch, and draws his brows together, head titled against her knee.

“Have I ever told you that you’re preternaturally, incandescently beautiful?”

“Not in under three hundred pages, you haven’t.”

He laughs, and she feels the soft noise of it all the way through her core, reminding her of how sore she still is from the night before. What had started as an innocent massage before bed had turned into so, so much more. Not that she’s complaining, but there’s a pull in her thigh as she makes more room for him.

“You okay, honey?” he says, pressing a sweet kiss, a good morning kiss, to her cunt.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” she says, twirling an overgrown curl around her finger. “Maybe you should pray for me.”

He smirks, parting her with his thumbs, just using his mouth, languid and loving, humming his pleasure into hers, the rough of his beard rubbing the already tender spots left behind from last night, just this side of too much, just the way she likes it. She comes with a jerk of her hips and a sigh, and it’s a small one, but it feels grand, the way everything does with him.

He stays between her legs as she comes down from it, petting her stomach under her slip, and when her breathing has steadied, he dips back in. “Dan,” she gasps, fingers twisting in his hair, squirming against the bedsheets. “Come up here.”

“Come for me again and I’ll consider it.”

Her core burns and her thighs ache and she takes what he so eagerly gives her, her clit sucked into his pretty mouth, everything so pink. She had lost track of how many times she came last night—they’d gotten that way they get sometimes, when it’s been a week of just snuggling and feeling each other up under the covers because they’re too tired for anything more, and they finally have the time and energy to wreck each other thoroughly. He’d driven into her so hard she saw stars on the ceiling, Saiph and Rigel and Betelgeuse, and he told her how fucking pretty she was, with tears in her eyes and so slicked with sweat her nighttime skincare routine had pretty much gone to waste. It only took one of his own for him to be spent, sleepy smile lingering on his lips and fingers flexing against the sheets as she got out of bed to get a glass of water. She had taken a moment, the house so still, so silent, so unlike how it lived in the mornings, and something deep and cavernous inside Blair had seized up and spilled over at the simplicity of it—a warm bed to go back to and a man who loves her waiting to wrap her in his arms. To think, at any time, that this had been an impossibility, is impossible in itself.

She arches off the bed, kicking at the covers, falling back into a slump and panting. She yanks him by the hair up to her, and he dips in to kiss her, but she stops him with a finger to his lips. “Morning breath,” she reminds him.

He quirks a brow. “I have Blair-breath.”

“Okay, gross,” she laughs, flicking his nose. “I have morning breath.”

“I love you,” he says simply, and kisses her, and it flutters in her chest like the very first time. She’s hot and sticky with orgasm, almost uncomfortably so, but he shifts against her and she feels him, painfully hard, and it’s all she can do to grind onto him through his boxers. She wonders if he woke up like that, already desperate for her, but made himself wait.

“Dan,” she sighs, sinking her fingers into his hair, because she loves saying his name.

“Want you on top,” he murmurs into the crook of her neck, all wet, sleepy kisses.

“Put me there, then.”

He grips her by the hips and rolls them over, setting her in his lap. He kisses her with his eyes open, and she knows because her eyes are open, too. His fingertips roam her hips, over and over, getting two handfuls of her ass and squeezing. She’s fuller than she used to be, plusher, but he still touches her like the first time, unwavering and hungry. Well, not the first time. The second-first time, after the one they threw away.

He flicks his thumb over the hardened peak of her nipple, grasping her breast in his hand, greedy in that way he gets on morning-afters. Her breasts aren’t as firm as they once were, nor are the backs of her arms, which he runs his fingertips up and down. She finds herself wanting to fix the little things, sometimes, the way she always wants to fix things, but he reminds her that there isn’t anything to fix. And anyway—she feels younger than she did at sixteen. She’s okay with aging like Audrey.

He runs his fingers through her sleep-mussed hair, looking over her inquisitively.

“What is it?” she asks, hushed, nails scratching idly down his belly.

“You work too much,” he says.

“No such thing.”

He plucks at a strand of hair at her temple. “Is that a grey hair?”

“Don’t even!” she shrieks, pushing a hand over his face. He laughs, grabbing her wrist and kissing it, and her palm, and her fingertips.

“Let’s go away for a weekend,” he says. “Get a room somewhere. You can throw me around like I’m twenty and my body can take it.” She hums, considering, as he nuzzles under her ear. “I miss making you scream,” he whispers, nipping at her earlobe.

“I’m this close to gagging you.”

“Yeah, gag me, baby, please.”

“You’re gross,” she giggles, shutting him up with a kiss. She slips her hand past his waistband, taking the damp, swollen tip of his cock in hand, and he groans, jaw dropping. “I’ve never liked using a gag,” she says, conversational, like she isn’t working him achingly slow. She gets him out, just enough to rub the head of his cock on her clit, head tipping back with a sigh. “I like hearing you beg me for it.”

“Fuck me,” he urges quietly, hips bucking up, “please fuck me, honey, need you so bad—“

“Mommy? Daddy? What’re you doing?”

Blair pulls her hand away, burying her face into Dan’s chest. “Cuddling,” Dan says flatly. “Don’t come in here.”

“Dan!” she chastises, wiping her hand on his boxers. “Daddy’s just kidding, sweetheart. Come here.”

Harry ambles up onto the bed clumsily as Dan grabs a pillow and stuffs it between them, groaning lightly into it. Harry settles into Blair’s arms, and she kisses his round cheek, red and ruddy with sleep.

“He’s gonna pay for this later,” Dan mumbles into her shoulder, “I would ground him if he had anywhere to go.” Blair nudges him in the ribs with her elbow, pushing the dark brown curls out of Harry’s eyes.

“Daddy,” Harry says, big brown eyes blinking up at them. “Can you put choccy-chips in my waffles?”

Dan sighs, reaching over to tickle Harry’s cheek. “Cute as hell, though,” he murmurs into Blair’s ear, making her laugh. To Harry, he says, “Only if I get a kiss in return.”

Harry sits up on his knees, bending over Blair to plant a kiss on Dan’s cheek. Amidst all the giggling, Blair spots a small shadow stalk up through the door.

“Come on, Kitty,” Dan calls. “Join the lovefest.”

Katie crosses her arms, a hip propped on the doorframe, eight going on eighteen. She purses her lips, and Blair has to admit—it’s like looking in a mirror.

“Kate,” she corrects.

“Kate,” Dan amends solemnly. “Come here, big girl.”

She marches over, taking a delicate seat on the edge of the bed. She looks quite proper despite her Snoopy pajamas. “I want frozen blueberries in my yogurt, but I can’t reach the freezer, so I implore you to help me get them.”

“That’s a five dollar word, there,” Dan says, and Katie’s mouth quirks up at that. He runs his thumb over her cheek, a soft, far off look in his eyes, and Blair knows—her daughter will never grow up wondering of her worth. “That’s it? You just wanna use me for my height?”

“Not something you’ll get from any other girl,” Blair says.

Dan gasps. “That’s just rude,” he says, tickling her. “No choccy-chips for you.”

Blair catches Katie roll her eyes, but she’s smiling now, a small, sweet thing. “You Waldorf women and your demands,” Dan teases, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Katie’s head. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get you some blueberries.”

Dan turns, leaning in to give Blair a slow, lingering kiss that sends a thrill up her spine, and has Katie gagging. “To be continued,” he whispers.

Blair smiles. And continued, and continued.

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satingrove · 3 years

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when she sleeps

pairing: frankie morales x reader

warnings: language, frankie as a dad needs his own warning

this is just a fluffy, 12 am drabble (he’s got the new baby now) and that’s about all you gotta know. no taglist because this is just a quick and random piece :)

“Fuck, baby, she was stubborn tonight,” Frankie sighs as he drops onto the couch next to you, “I had to try and hum to her, and you know I’m not good at it.”

“She likes it, though,” you remind him with a giggle, imagining his deep voice slightly struggling through a melody at bedtime. Perhaps it’s a special thing reserved only for the baby when he rocks her to sleep — any sort of singing from Frankie has been prohibited from your ears — unless you loom at the doorway of the nursery and spy on the two that make up your family.

His head starts to roll onto your shoulder. You bring a hand to his hair — freshly washed and pleasant-smelling — his curls separating through your fingers when you run them through. As much as it fluffs it up, he doesn’t mind.

“What did you sing to her?” You ask softly and he laughs, quiet and embarrassed.

“That one song you like.” He lifts his head again to meet your eyes. His are more droopy than usual, a little darker, but when he looks at you there’s a noticeable twinkle. You catch it in the way his eyes shine before he kisses you, proving his sleepiness with how his lips catch the corner of your mouth. He smiles against it, letting his lips slide until you’re properly aligned and he can deepen the kiss, stealing your breath. He does it again and again, three more times before he breaks away from you. Breath mingles — he rests his forehead to yours, a hand blindly searching until it lazily traces out your collarbone.

“You’re warm,” he says, thumb pressing into your shoulder.

“You’re tired.” You fiddle with the button on his flannel, and he watches your face intently, admiring how the light from the TV casts pretty shadows upon it, how your brow furrows in concentration. “You wanna go to bed, baby?”

“I’m… I’m comfy here,” he says, taking hold of you and setting you onto your back. He reaches somewhere behind him and carefully slips a hand under your neck to lift it, sliding a pillow underneath. “That alright with you?”

“Mhm,” you smile, opening your arms to him. He crawls up your body until his cheek is pressed to your breast, his arm wrapped tightly and protectively around you. He drapes a leg over yours as he whispers how much he loves to lay like this, how comfortable you are.

Your fingers find a home at the nape of his neck and draw random patterns. His soft belly presses against your side; this is what you prefer to do in the evenings, having him lay with you instead of watching him fall asleep sitting on the couch with his head falling back and his arms crossed. He looks peaceful here, his snores are quieter. This is the time you can give each other, and it requires no effort. No extravagance. You know he cares, and he knows you care when you take him into your arms. Even “I miss yous” are wordless, where he rolls his cheek over your chest in slumber. Whenever he stirs, he places sloppy, absent kisses to your collarbone, or to your neck if he’s shifted up high enough. It’s his favourite time too, right next to — not above or below — the time you spend together with the baby. And lying here, you begin to smell her under the scent of his conditioner.

You close your eyes, enjoying the grounding weight of him over your body, the drag of his scruff. Frankie hasn’t found the time to shave recently — his beard is thick yet still patchy, leaving you with that perfect spot to leave a kiss. He’s pulled the neckline of your shirt down to feel your skin on his face and you want to giggle at that, but it might disturb his well-deserved sleep. Today was eventful, like all the other days, and he came with the same good attitude, the same look: his cap covering the hair you messed up, dark rimmed-glasses, that flannel with not enough buttons done up, the baby carrier over top of that. He frequently insists on wearing it, arguing that “I like to hold her feet when she’s in the sling.”

Your eyes start to flutter open when you feel his mouth wet on your neck again, dragging upwards until his lips are just under your ear and he begins to whisper another sweet nothing. Something about how lucky he is.

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fandom-blackhole · 3 years

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Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP

Din Djarin

53. Mutual pining, 41. First kiss, 6. Bookshop AU 👀

Hope this is enough of a distraction! ❤

First of all, how dare you make me think of how cute this little AU is, because now I'm yearning for modern Din and Grogu! Second, yes darling, this is going to distract me all night lmao

53. Mutual pining

41. First kiss

6. Bookshop AU

Din Djarin x Reader

Owning your own little bookshop had its pros and cons. Some of the cons, to name a few, was worrying about making enough to keep the store open, dealing with angry people when you shop didn't carry the book they wanted, the building you were in was old and leaked every time it rained, and just the entire business side of the bookstore bored you and made your anxiety raise just thinking about it. But the pros, those more then made up for the stress of counting each penny in order to order stock. And those pros came in the form of your two favorite customers, a young boy, always dressed in the cutest green frog sweater and his father who took your breath the first time he walked into you small store. Din Djarin was handsome in a way that was devastating. Not only was he physically handsome, with brown eyes that screamed of kindness, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, hands big enough to dwarf any book in your store, and scruff that was so patchy you couldn't help but find it cute, but Din was also handsome in the way that he acted, the way he would gently talk to his son as they picked out books or as he sat in the reading nook and read to Grogu, the way he would always ask about your day, how when he saw you struggling with boxes on more than one occasion he had stepped in and moved them for you not letting you lift another box. Din was sweet and kind to you, and with every small smile he gave you, you thought your heart would burst from your chest. And his son, Grogu, was obviously in the best hands. The boy was just as polite as his father, and just as devastatingly cute. The young boy, who you always joked about being your best customer, always ran into the store with an excites wave and a smile, and almost always ran and gave you the biggest hug he could. On occasion, the little cutie would bring you a present to add to a shelf you had cleared just for him. The presents were what you'd expect a kid to give, a dandelion, a colorful leaf, a shiny rock, and once a piece of candy that Din explained he had cried over for days after seeing it before Din went and bought it for him. You cared deeply for the two, and they brightened your weeks with each visit they made.

One week, it had been raining and storming every single day with no reprieve. You had all but written off seeing the two, knowing they always walked to your shop, but there you were shocked when a tiny frog rainbooted blur came dashing towards you and wrapped your legs in a hug, quickly followed by a hushed stern voice saying, "Stop it kid, you're gonna get them all wet!"

You could only giggle and lean down to give him a proper hug, looking over towards Din, saying, "If getting wet is the price I pay for my favorite and best customer's hug, then I'll gladly take it."

Din only shook his head and gave you his small smile, making you bite the inside of your lip feeling the rush of warmth in your chest and face. The two then disappeared into the children's section, you occasionally hearing Grogu's giggle, or Din's quiet rumbling voice, making you grin as you walked around organizing shelves. Eventually, you got lost in thought, humming quietly to yourself as you worked. You hadn't noticed the set of eyes watching you, and you barely caught the throat being cleared before you bumped into what you could have almost mistaken for a bookshelf with how solid it was. When you turned to look up, eyes wide and already apologizing, you found Din's soft eyes looking at you. Din took no time brushing your apology to the side, before furrowed his brows and saying, "There is a bucket full of water in the middle of the children's section."

You sighed painfully and nodded, before turning back to your work to both somewhat distract yourself from the way his eyes were boring into you, and to keep you hands busy from nervous fidgeting, as you said, "Yeah...it leaks back there whenever it rains super hard. I just... I havent been able to get it fixed yet."

Then Din shocked you completely, he grabbed your hand, stilling it and making you look into those soulful eyes before whispering, "I can fix that."

You had tried to argue with him, telling him you'd get to it eventually and making up reason why he shouldn't, but each time he shot you down, until he was paying for the stack of books Grogu had grabbed and he had set up a weekend day he could come over to do the job.

When the weekend finally came around, it was hot and muggy from all of the rain, and Din had shown up with everything he needed, and Grogu, who you agreed to watch while he worked, the least you could do considering he was trying to work without payment. But Din had also shown up in a white t-shirt that hugged his chest and showed off his softer middle, and jeans that fit right in all of the right places, and you couldn't help but feel your mouth go dry. You had closed the store for the day, and had made a lunch for the three of you the night before, so while Din made quick work with the roof, you and Grogu played games and read books in the little reading nook. Eventually, he got hungry so you let him eat, and shortly after he dozed off looking through a hidden images book. With a smile, you tucked him gently into a more comfortable position and draped a soft quilt around his shoulder. When you turned around though your heart stopped and you felt heat rush to your face. While you had been distraction, Din had snuck into the store and watched with an aching heart as you took care of his son, falling for the soft and loving smile that graced your features as you did. When you turned around completely, you took in his form, and felt a pang of guilt with how red his face was from working in the sun, but also a pang of something else entirely as your eyes soaked in the way Din's sweat shirt clung to his chest, leaving nothing to your imagination and how his hair curled so perfectly from the dampness of sweat and the humidity.

"I finished," his soft rumble broke you from you ogling, and the heat in your face spread to your chest as you cleared your throat. "Come sit down then, I made food last night and I imagine you're hungry so eat, and I will go get you some ice water to cool off."

You rushed away, as Din checked on Grogu before settling on the floor, and reaching for the plate that was on the coffee table. You appeared seconds later, setting a glass in front of him, before sitting beside him, grabbing your own plate.

"Sorry it isn't anything fancy, but I thought that the ravioli would be something Grogu and you both may like."

"It is perfect, thank you."

The two of you ate in silence after that, both of you stealing glances at the other while they weren't looking. When you finished, you took the plates and set them aside before shyly saying, "Thank you again, Din. You have helped me so much with this favor, and if I can repay you in anyway just tell me."

"It was nothing, and you owe me nothing, I promise."

You looked over at him, a soft and kind smile showing on your face, "I feel bad not doing anything for you or paying you. There has to be something?"

Din was quiet for a few minutes, his eyes taking in your earnest and open body language, taking in how your own eyes danced around his form, and before he could think twice about it, he said, "There is one thing..."

"Anything, you only have to ask."

Din took in how perked up you were, leaning towards him in the small space that separated the two of you. Taking a deep breath for courage, Din leaned in himself, and whispered, hot breath ghosting over your face, "A kiss?"

You swallowed thickly in shock, and met his gaze, finding no teasing look, only want so soft you thought you'd melt, so you replied by softly nodding and slowly drifting your eyes shut. Then you felt it, a soft brush of plush lips against your own, before they connected fully. The kiss was quick, and loving, and you followed his lips as he pulled away. Slowly, you both looked at eachother, taking in the other's reaction, before reaching out again. You buried one of your hands in Din's sinfully soft curls, as one of his broad palms cupped your cheek. This kiss was more passionate, but not pushing. The two of you finally just enjoying the feel of the other. The kiss expressed so much love and passion that it had you addicted and never wanting to pull away. But eventually the two of you needed to leave the other for air, and as your chests both heaved slightly, Din whispered while his forehead pressed against yours, "I also wouldn't say no to a date."

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thismustbefakeme · 3 years

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Your Love is Like a Drug | Frank (Endings Beginnings) x Reader (Angst/Smut)

Category: Angst/Smut

(Suggested) Age: 18+

Trigger Warnings: None, other than some bad language words and a bit of substance use.

Content Warnings: Frank is warning enough tbh, unprotected sex, a visit from our friend Colonel Angus, blink and you'll miss it Dom/Sub vibes.

Summary: You know Frank is bad for you, but sometimes the worst things for you, feel the best.

Word Count: 3,178

Cross Posted: on both AO3 and Wattpad

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You sat at the bar, the loud music thumping through the crowded room.

A drink sat in front of you on the wooden surface untouched, crystalline droplets of condensation carving paths down the sides of the glass.

You felt nauseous.

Your entire body was alight with hyper focus, before you came you had popped a Xanax to calm your nerves. It hadn't helped. Your stomach was in knots.

Maybe he wouldn't show, and you could just relax and finally move on.

You scrubbed your face with both hands, regretting even coming to this place.

It was stuffy from all the bodies moving around, everything felt tight.

You knew you should leave. You should pay your tab and walk out the door. Nothing good ever came from seeing him. But he was like a drug you couldn't quit. Always chasing after the next fix, desperate for the high of being in his arms.

He could never give you what you really truly wanted. He wasn't the type to settle, to grow roots with someone.

No, Frank was anything but.

He was like the sickly-sweet taste of nicotine. He was the shot of adrenaline to the life you felt you were sleepwalking through. He made you feel alive.

No matter what, if he called, no matter how long it had been, when you'd hear his voice on the other line, you'd drop everything just to see him."Fucking pathetic," you muttered, finally taking a drink.

You loved him—deep down—you knew that's what it was, underneath the addiction.

You just didn't know how to quit him.

And you didn't want to.

Someone sat on the stool next to you and your entire body lit up. That first hint of his scent, like leather and spice, hit you and that feeling of longing in your chest sparked into a flame.

You turned and your eyes met his ocean blues. You leaned on your hand against the bar and took the sight of him in.

His hair was a bit longer than the last time you saw him, curling slightly at the ends. His face was covered in several days of scruff. You drew your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched his tongue dart out to wet his own.

You knew exactly what he could do with that slick muscle behind his teeth. Your body heated at the thought. You have the rest of him a brief glance. Ratty white t-shirt beneath a leather jacket, dark jeans covering his thighs.

You needed a hit. You yearned for a taste of your favorite drug.

"Hey," he finally spoke, and you let his voice wash over you.

"Hey," you responded, staring into his eyes, watching them flicker back and forth between yours. You didn't miss his inspection of your body. He didn't try to hide it.

You wondered idly if he felt the same desperation you did to mold yourself to his body. If he was imagining wrapping you in his arms and taking possession of your lips.

You wondered if the reason he always called you when he was in town was because maybe, just maybe, he was just as addicted as you were.

You convinced yourself that was true as he placed his large hand on your leg. The warmth from his touch shot through you, your muscles clenching and wetness pooling between your thighs.

"You gonna finish that?" He asked, nodding towards your drink.You had forgotten about it honestly.

"Be my guest," you murmured, and you watch the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled softly. He leaned forward to take hold of the glass and you could feel his breath on your neck as he did.

You sucked in a small gasp as his hand on your leg tightened his grip. He leaned back, his intense eyes locking with yours as he lifted the glass to his lips.

You watched his Adam's apple bob with laser focus as he swallowed the amber liquid. You wanted to sink your teeth into the skin below his jaw. You wanted to claw the flesh on his back with your nails. You wanted to feel raw from the scraping of his stubble against your inner thighs.

Frank's eyes dilated as if he could read your thoughts, his nostrils flaring as he set the drink down in the bar. He reached into his back pocket, and pulled out his wallet, removing a few twenty-dollar bills and placing them on the bar.

You watched as he stood, your heart pounding. You found yourself struggling to take a full breath as he held out his hand to you.

He didn't have to ask. He never did. It was inevitable, the two of you coming together. Like two planets sucked into each other's orbit.

You placed your hand in his, the contact shooting a bolt of lust through your already overstimulated body. He pulled you from your seat and with a gentle tug lead you out of the building.

You followed him silently, your soul tethered to him more so than your hand latched onto his ever could be.

He led you to his car and opened the passenger side door. His hand grazed against the skin peeking out between the hem of your shirt and your jeans as you slid past him into the vehicle.

Your skin burned from his seemingly innocuous touch, spreading throughout your body as he shut the door firmly and walked around the back. Your eyes trailed after him in the rear view.

"I got our room," he spoke into the dim interior as he pulled away from the bar.

Our.

Your heart skipped painfully at his words, but you shoved the feeling down.

"You always do," you responded quietly.

Whenever he was in town, Frank would rent a room at a local hotel for you both to lock yourself inside. Always the same one – Room 813. You too had started to think of it at yours. The two of you, laying claim to the space you would come together in.

You sighed as he reached his hand over to stroke your jaw with his knuckles. His fingers gently swept a few stray hairs behind your ear before trailing a path of fire down your arm—finally coming to rest on your upper thigh.

You squeezed your legs together, attempting to release the ache, the emptiness you felt between them.

"Frank,” you rasped as his hand moved to your inner thigh. He didn't respond, keeping his eyes on the road.You balled your fists tightly against the seat, your eyes on him, watching as his jaw clenched.

When his fingers skimmed the seam at the apex of your thighs you sucked in a sharp breath. Frank's eyes darted to you and then back to the road, a smirk on his lips.

"Screw you," you snapped.

"I intend to," he quipped.

You moaned as he deftly unhooked the button on your jeans. He slid the zipper down, torturously slow. Your breathing grew ragged as he slid his fingers into your underwear, and you heard his sharp inhale when he found how soaked you were.

"Fuck," he muttered, stroking your folds. His expert fingers finding your clit, making you jerk against his touch.

"Hold still. I'm driving," he chided.

You moaned, forcing your hips to still as his fingers continued their assault on your pussy.

"Good girl," he praised. Your eyes rolled back as he slipped a finger inside you, rewarding your obedience.

He fucked you with one hand while the other held a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel.

You eyed the bulge between his legs and tentatively reached for it.He pulled his hand from your wet heat, causing a distressed whine to leave you.

He shot you a scolding look before licking his fingers clean."Not yet," he said, and you realized you have arrived at the hotel. You struggled to calm yourself as he shut off the engine. Before you could blink, he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, pulling your head over the center console.

His lips crashed against us yours, and you gasped into his mouth, his tongue taking the opportunity to dive in. You both moved against each other in a familiar dance. It was like riding a bike, you never forgot how to kiss Frank.Your hands grasped the fabric of his shirt as your tongues and teeth clashed as the frenzied want flowing between you crested.

You pulled back when the need to breathe forced you too, but not far. You could feel the heat of his breath against your flushed face, you both stared at one another. Equally lost to each other's presence, the high filling you both to the brim with want.

Leaning in, Frank pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling away completely, and you immediately felt the loss of his warmth like a living breathing thing. Your body physically ached to be pressed tightly against his.He moved swiftly around the car, opening your door and helping you out. His hand stayed firmly at the small of your back as you both followed a familiar path to Room 813.

The moment the key from his pocket granted you both access, you both crashed back together. Hands grasping, lips exploring, breaths mingling.You removed your shirt in a rush to feel his skin against yours, and he followed suit.

When you were both bare from the waist up, Frank pressed you against the door; the bare skin of your back hit the cold surface, cooling your heated skin.

Gooseflesh prickled your skin as his lips connected with tiny patch of flesh below your ear. You sighed against him as your breasts grazed his chest, your nipples pebbling.

Frank's hands gripped your hips, and he pressed his hardness against you. You moaned into the dim hotel room.

The only light came from the small gap in the curtains on the window. The light from the streetlamps illuminating small stretches of skin, casting Frank's features in shadow.

Frank grasped your thighs and lifted, wrapped your legs around his hips. His lips left trails of moisture down your neck and across your collar bone. He ground himself against where you both met, still separated by layers of clothing.

"I need you," you gasped as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, gently nibbling with his teeth.

"I know, baby," he breathed against your skin, giving the same attention to your other nipple, causing both hardened tips to throb.

"Frank," you pleaded as he ground his sheathed cock against you again.

He pulled off your nipple with an audible pop.

"Yea?"

"Take your pants off."

Even in the dimly lit room, his smile lit you up. He held you close before pulling you off the door and spun around, taking a few steps then dropping you onto the mattress of the king sized bed.

You bounced a bit, a laugh escaping you as he hopped on one foot removing his shoes. You scrambled to unbutton your pants and slide out of your jeans, but Frank stopped you when you began to remove your lace panties.

"No," he snapped. "Let me."

You blinked once at his tone and nodded in agreement. You watched, mouth watering, yearning desperately for his touch as he pulled his pants off and then removed his briefs.

His cock sprang forward, and your eyes widened as you took in the way it curved slightly.

Your eyes met his as you licked your lips, hands idly moving across your stomach. Frank settled himself over you, his hardness resting against your thigh. He pressed his lips against yours gently. His hands moved everywhere, trailing across your body—worshipping you. Setting you aflame from within.

He kissed a path down the center of your chest, his tongue dipping into your belly button as he moved past.

When he reached the apex of your thighs, you watched through the haze of lust coursing through you as he inhaled deeply. His eyes flashed and then he used his teeth to pull the lace waistband of your panties down, exposing your pussy to him.

His hands aided his teeth in removing the scrap of fabric. Then they gripped both thighs and spread them gently.

The first graze of his tongue against your core had you gasping; your hand gripped the hair at the top of his head.

He let out a groan as he tasted you, feasting like a man starved. Your sweetness the only meal that could sustain him.

You rocked your hips against him, and his tongue explores your folds, remapping familiar territory, send your head reeling back into mattress.

You could feel the pressure building, sure to burst at the seams. His gripped him tightly against you, his responding sounds only heightening the pleasure you felt.

His hands gripped your thighs like a vice."Let go baby. I want you to cum on my face," he murmured against your lips. The vibrations sending from his voice, sending you over the edge.

Your orgasm rocked through you, your hips thrashing against his face, your muscles ridged as you road out the waves of ecstasy.

When you finally found your breath and came down from the high, Frank kissed your thigh gently and moved back up your body.

His skin pressed against you, his weight familiar and welcome. He kissed your lips and you tasted yourself on his tongue.

"You sound so good when you cum," Frank whispered against your lips.He positioned his cock at your entrance, and you moaned, your pussy still sensitive from your orgasm.

Your eyes shut tight as he rubbed the tip of his cock against you, back and forth—back and forth. He lined himself up, making you suck in a breath in anticipation, then he stilled.

"Look at me," Frank commanded. Your eyes shot open locking with his.

He entered you in one solid thrust. You gasped at the fullness, and the feel of his cock filling you.

Lightning bolts of sensation shot through you, your skin tingling. Your pussy throbbed, clenching around his hardness. He let out a deep groan that vibrated through his chest into yours.

You wrapped your legs around him as he thrust against you. He set a brutal pace, but you welcomed it. Your eyes stayed trained on his, the intensity of his stare paralyzing you. Your nails left marks across his back that would still be there in the morning. He used his lips and teeth to leave marks across your chest, like little signatures.

He laid claim to you with his touch; he consumed you with his caress. He owned you with each thrust.

You placed both hands on either side of his face pulling him down to you, kissing him desperately, drinking him in, clinging to every sensation in the hopes that you could keep them with you in the days to come.

After he was gone.

You forced yourself to ignore the sharp pain in your chest; you tightened your grip on his face and rested your forehead against his. You felt his thrusts begin to stutter, his pace becoming erratic as he chased his own release.

You turned his head, nibbling on his ear lobe before whispering against his skin.

"Fill me up."

He let out a ragged gasp at your words, moaning your name, dropping his head against your neck as he spilled himself inside you.

You held him tightly as his movement slowed, his cock softening inside you.

You ran soothing hands across the raised lines on his back from your nails, and you relished the fact that he would have your marks on him.

After a moment, Frank gently pulled out, and you immediately felt empty. He rolled to his side keeping his skin pressed against yours.

The both of you stared at each other as your breathing began to even out. Heartbeats slowing, pounding gently in their separate cages.You felt like yours was bleeding out as you watched his eyes grow heavy. His hand on your waist, legs tangled with yours. His beautiful face slowly relaxed, and his eyelids fluttered as you stroked his chin.

"Get some sleep," you whispered, kissing him gently.Frank nodded and his arm tightened around you slightly before he drifted off.

You lie there, wrapped up in his arms in the darkness. Patches of light casting shapes and shadows across his skin.

He was like a drug you couldn't quit. Always chasing after the next fix, desperate for the high of being in his arms.

And now you were sinking in the after, the comedown from the high. And it made you feel sick.

You could feel the evidence of his release slowly leaking between your thighs, but you couldn't make yourself leave the comfort of his arms.You fought as hard as you could to stay conscious. You always did. Desperate to cling to every last moment. But sleep was a cruel mistress who pulled you into her embrace.

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You woke up in a daze. Your head pounded in your skull, your body sore in all the best places. You smiled faintly, remembering the reason for the ache, stretching your tight muscles. As your arms spread across the mattress your eyes shot open. Stomach dropping.

The hotel room was bright, the sun made its way over the horizon hours ago. The faint scent of cigarette smoke filled the air, and you felt your heart sink as you took in the empty space beside you.

You sat up in bed, the sheet pooling at your waist, your bare skin prickling in the cool morning air. You held back a sob when you didn't see Frank's clothes anywhere.

You scrubbed at your face, furious with yourself for expecting anything different than what you always got with him.

You pulled your knees to your chest and placed your forehead against them, sucking in a stuttering breath.

The door to the bathroom opening had you jumping out of your skin.

Frank stood in the doorway, toothbrush hanging from his mouth, his clothing rumpled from a night spent on the floor.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," he said, his voice muffled.

You felt your chest fill with warmth. He stayed. He was still there. You were having trouble believing it.

Frank smirked, "Come on lazy bones. Get showered, I'm hungry."

You smiled in spite of yourself. Your body filling once more with that familiar feeling, this time not the regular hit, but the heavy warm caress of that deeper emotion you worked hard to ignore.

You let that feeling unfurl as he smiled at you.

"You ok, Baby?"

"You'd stayed," you whispered, still shocked.

Frank had the decency to look guilty at your surprise.

"Yea. I did."

You smiled, holding back tears and leapt from the bed wrapping your naked limbs around him, peppering kissing across his face. He tasted like peppermint and whiskey, and you found in that moment it was your favorite.

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fivelakesinwriting · 3 years

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The Other Woman Part 2 {Ward Cameron}

Author's Notes: I have feelings for Ward Cameron that can't be explained by logic, so here's a second part no one really asked for. I have also named Ward's mistress, it was just easier - and I think it makes it more personal. I'm thinking there will for sure be a third part of this - granted people enjoy it - and perhaps a fourth!

Warnings: Cheating, Sexual references - sexual innuendos

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Stella Frederick felt out of place. She didn't belong at the Yacht Club and she didn't know how the invitation to this gala dinner got into her mailbox. The neat cursive writing on the thick envelope simply had her name on it, no address and no postage stamp. It had been neatly placed in the bottom of her mailbox for her to find.

Stella thanked the man who took her coat then quickly made her way towards the bar for a drink, if she had to be around all these stuffy, rich types then she needed more than a few drinks at the open bar.

"Stella Frederick, so happy to see you made it." A familiar voice quipped behind her as she waited for her drink.

Stella turned around quickly, a small teeter in step from the sky high heels she chose to wear - hoping a certain someone might be there to see. Behind her stood the blonde, beauty - Rose Cameron. Mrs. Ward Cameron.

"Rose. Hi, it's good to see you." Stella stammered as she pushed her hair back from her face.

"You as well. It's been a while. I haven't seen much of you since you moved out to the middle of nowhere." Rose smiled softly, her beautifully manicured fingers holding onto a glass of champagne.

"It's quiet out there. Not so much of the drama you get here with the whole Kooks versus Pogues. The kids around here are wild sometimes." Stella replied, a nod towards the bartender who handed her a glass full of gin, ice and lime.

As Rose went to open her mouth in response, Ward walked up to the women in his life who had somehow gravitated towards one another. He undid one of the buttons of his suit jacket as he stood in front of Stella, a hand placed gently on Rose's back.

"Stella, you made it." Ward grinned at her, his eyebrows raised quickly as he took note of the plunging neckline of her dress. He knew Rose hated the very sight of it on her.

"Hello, Ward." Stella replied softly, clearing her throat.

Why did he have to look so good in a suit?

"Ward, I'm going to check on the food. The wait staff is not circling enough with the hors d'oeuvres." Rose sighed as she placed her glass of champagne down on the bar then walked away quickly towards the back of the venue.

"Oh, no. Not the hors d'oeuvres, Ward." Stella mumbled as she brought her glass of gin up to her lips.

Ward breathed out a laugh through his nostrils as he took the few small steps towards the bar to stand beside Stella. He tossed a hand up to the bartender, and watched as the man behind the bar scurried to produce another Scotch, neat, in front of the most powerful man in the Outer Banks.

"I see you got the invitation I left you." Ward muttered as he brought his glass of Scotch to his lips, his eyes forward on the row on liquor bottles behind the bar.

"That was you?" She asked with a clear of her throat.

"Of course it was me. You think I want to be here at this stuffy event all alone without you?" Ward grinned, his eyes following the curves of her body in her form fitting dress.

"That was bold of you, Ward." She replied with a cock of her head, her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of Rose. His invitation had been incredibly bold, considering she and Ward had been seeing one another behind his wife's back for more than six months now. It was almost as if he wanted to get caught.

"Come with me. There's something I want to show you." Ward stated as he sipped his drink, then began to walk away from the bar and through the crowd of people that seemed to part for him.

Stella followed after him, her drink clutched in her hand and her head down with her eyes on the neatly varnished floors. Ward led her through the halls of the Yacht Club, the excited chatter of the event a distant whisper they were so deep in the venue. In front of Ward was a heavy oak door, he reached into his pocket with his whiskey- free hand and pulled out a key. He unlocked the door and opened the door with a heavy creak.

"What is this place, Ward?" Stella asked as she walked in after him into a grand study, books adorning the walls with plush couches and chairs in seemingly every corner. A golden wire bar cart sat elegantly in the middle of the room, waiting.

"Just a little, members only accommodation." Ward replied as he walked towards the bar cart and topped up his whiskey, a little more than two fingers full.

"That sounds really creepy." She laughed as she walked inside with him, walking towards a plush leather couch beneath a frosted window. She sat down on the couch with a sigh of relief, kicking her feet up.

"Well, I don't get you to myself out there. And that dress is very inappropriate for an event like this." Ward grinned, eyebrows raised as he turned around to look at his lover and her exposed cleavage.

"You don't think the wetlands would appreciate a little cleavage?" She questioned, a smirk of her own as she shimmied her chest for him.

"I think the wetlands get more than their fair share of cleavage. I think it's these stuffy suits and Stepford types that might have a problem with it." Ward replied as he sipped his whiskey, his bottom lip catching the droplets that stayed in his beard. He placed his glass down on on the bar cart once more, then made his way over to Stella again.

Ward grabbed the back of her right knee and lifted her leg off the couch, turning her body to face him. He crouched down on the floor between her legs as his hands gently pushed the hem of her dress up her legs and to the tops of her thighs.

"Ward, what are you doing? Anyone could walk in and see us." Stella whispered as she placed her hands on his shoulders, the older man bent over to place kisses along her bare thigh.

"Stella, it's not often I get on my knees for anyone. I suggest you take advantage of this position." Ward smiled into the soft skin of her thigh, the coarse hairs of his beard rough against her flesh.

"Ward, that tickles." She laughed, her hands at the nape of his neck as his kisses got a little messier as he made his way towards the insides of her thighs and under her dress.

"Does it? What about this?" Ward grinned against her thigh, his tongue tasting her skin as his fingers reached for the back of her thigh to lift it up and over his shoulder.

"Ward, your wife and all the richest people in the Outer Banks are right outside that door." She breathed out as she grabbed his face, her fingertips pressed against his beard.

"Then I guess you should be quiet this time. C'mon. Be a good girl, lift your hips for me." Ward mumbled with a kiss to her inner thigh and a tap of her hips beneath the skirt of her dress.

"You're so bad." She breathed out, but did as instructed lifting her hips off the leather couch so he could pull off her panties.

"I know." Ward replied as he balled up her underwear and stuffed in into the breast pocket of his jacket. He grabbed her hips and tugged her to the edge of the couch, her dress around her stomach.

"Are we really going to have sex in here, Ward?" Stella asked as she reached for the collar of his jacket.

"Do you want to?" Ward questioned as he looked into her eyes. He wouldn't do anything she didn't want to, but the idea of getting his hands on her in the back lounge of the Yacht Club was beyond enticing.

"Yes, I want to. I just don't think that we should." She replied as she curled her fingers into the neatly ironed collar of his shirt and pulled him up for a kiss.

Ward released a soft groan against her lips, holding his weight on the couch as her fingertips pulled through the scruff of his beard. Just as he went to slip his tongue in her mouth, she pulled away from him.

"I need more champagne, Ward." Stella smiled, her thumbs pressed to his lips to remove any trace of her dark red lipstick. Not even close to the colour Rose wore.

"Alright. Let's go." Ward sighed as he pushed himself up from the couch, adjusted the buttons of his jacket then extended his hand to help her up.

"I haven't forgotten about that boat ride you owe me, Ward." Stella stated as she reached into the pocket of his jacket, and pulled her underwear out.

"I know, sweetheart." Ward nodded as he fixed the cuffs of his jacket, then made his way to the heavy door once more. Opening it, hand on her lower back, to lead her out into the den of lions once more.

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themaraudersmistress · 3 years

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Closure Part 2

Pairings: Young! Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, sad feelings, smidge of violence, smut, swearing, unprotected sex, 18+ only !

Word Count: 2k +

Summary: Good or bad, sometimes all you need is closure.

Part 1

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It was all coming to the surface, everything before and after the breakup, all of the feelings the two of you had buried, squashed down and tried to pretend didn’t still exist. The flood gates were open and good or bad the two of you needed closure.

“Don’t walk away from me!” You snap with a roll of your eyes. “You have something to say Sirius so just say it for fucks sake.” Sirius’ shoulders tense as you follow him into the kitchen, his back towards you. He picks up a glass from the bench, turning it over a couple of times in his hands before flinging it into the sink with so much force you jump, the glass shattering on impact. He braces himself on the bench, hunched over the sink, his tone short, clipped and dangerously low. You’d almost rather him yell at you.

“Say? There’s nothing to say. You fucked off y/n, you left. You packed your shit and didn’t look back,” He turns to look at you, a humourless laugh ringing in your ears, a flash of lightning illuminating the few tears on his cheeks. “You never gave me a chance to say anything…”

You shrunk back, wrapping your arms around yourself as you looked at the floor. You knew heartbreak, but this felt different. This was raw, excruciating… like someone had attached you both to a live wire and turned the voltage up to high. The two of you stood there, opposite sides of the room, breathing heavily. You felt some of your anger soften, replaced with the desire to walk over there and wipe the tears off his cheeks. You thought you were doing the right thing by leaving, you and Sirius were destroying each other day by day, bit by bit. There were things you couldn’t work through, issues that ran too deep.

Neither of you had spoken in over a week when you left. You had selfishly tricked yourself into thinking that leaving was going to be the best for both of you. A clean slate. Instead you protected yourself from getting hurt while doing the exact opposite to him. You step towards him, closing the distance while reaching out with your hand. Sirius shrinks back from your touch but doesn’t stop you from cupping his cheek, your thumb gently tracing the line of his jaw.

The scruff on his face scratches enticingly at your skin and it’s a sensation you didn’t realise you missed until now. Sirius breathes deeply and closes his eyes, lips parted, hands twitching by his side. He takes a long, slow breath, then another and another and you can see some of the tension slip away from his body.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper the words but they feel louder as they cut through the quiet.

When Sirius doesn’t say anything you go to draw your hand away, surprised when he reaches out and holds your wrist. He leans further into your touch as the tears slip silently down his cheeks, catching in the palm of your hand. Everything around you seems to pause, the walls around him coming down, the bitterness you’d held onto easing. It’s like you’re both standing on the edge of a cliff, staring down into the void, waiting for the other person to say ‘jump’ first.

A couple of minutes pass, a few more breaths mixed together in the air and you jump. Repercussions be damned.

Pushing up on your toes you kiss him, pressing yourself against his chest. His mouth is as soft as you remember, his lips moulding against yours with little adjusting, like there hadn’t been any time at all between your last kiss and this one. Sirius doesn’t move right away, stuck frozen in shock. It takes you mumbling another sorry into his mouth to get a reaction. When he kisses you back it’s hard, full of want and regret. His hands find home on your hips, fingertips digging into the soft, supple flesh. You rake your fingers into his hair, your nails dragging over his scalp, drawing a deep groan from the back of his throat. He pushes you back until your back hits the wall behind you, his knee pressing between your legs to hold them apart. You nip playfully at his bottom lip, sucking it between your teeth before soothing away the sting with your tongue, tasting the salt from his tears. The kiss deepens as the two of you become entangled fully, hands roaming over bodies, rediscovering lost intimacy.

When you pull away Sirius moves his lips to the juncture of your neck, peppering kisses over your skin as your chest heaves. Wrapping your arms around his neck the two of you stumble and giggle until you’re back in the living room. You can see him better in here, his face not shrouded in shadow. He looks at you, candle light dancing in his bright grey eyes, your heart thumping wildly inside your chest. A light blush covers your cheeks as you glance up at his swollen lips, heat spreading through every inch of your body as you draw his lips back to yours, parting your lips so his tongue can slip inside your mouth.

He drops to the couch, keeping you in his arms, your knees digging into the cushions either side of his hips. You edge your fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, his stomach flexing as you flatten the palm of your hand and slide it over his skin. The kiss breaks as he reefs the shirt over his head, eyes dark and needy. You sit back on his lap and bite the corner of your lip, feeling that familiar stirring of arousal settle in the pit of your belly.

Sirius sits forward, his nose almost bumping yours as he toys with the edge of your shirt, your nipples hard through the fabric. You open your mouth, swallowing a moan as he pulls it up and over your head, exposing your heated skin to the cool air. You resist the urge to cover yourself back up as goosebumps erupt over your arms and back, Sirius’ eyes roaming over you hungrily. He brushes his fingers up your sides and across your ribs, stopping just below each breath. He watches your reaction as he circles a nipple with the tip of his finger, dragging it agonizingly slow over the hard little nub. You squeeze your legs around him in anticipation, feeling him harden beneath you. Dropping your hand down you run it over the front of his sweats, teasing him with feather light touches. You quiver as he flicks out his tongue, wetting his lips.

You want to draw it out, savour the breathy moans and light touches, but you need him, all of him. Now. Sirius pinches a nipple between two fingers as he drags a thumb over your lips with his other hand. You gasp and arch forward, subconsciously rolling your hips to create the friction you’re craving.

“Want you,” You simper. “Need you...Siri.”

The nickname tumbles from your lips and seems to spur him on, his lips re-attaching to your neck as he sucks a dark mark into the flesh. He hooks an arm around your waist, lifting you up enough that he can shimmy his pants down, his cock slapping thick, heavy and hard against his stomach, glistening with precum at the tip. There’s another lump in your throat as you listen to the obscene noises Sirius makes, pumping himself gently, and it makes you want to slip off his lap and suck him greedily into your mouth.

You don’t. Instead you wrap your hand around his base, taking over his movements as you enjoy the weight of him in your hand. Sirius’ head rolls back on the couch, his hands still holding you as you slide over him, smearing the precum with the pad of your thumb. “Nuhugh, stop, stop…” You slow your actions, smiling at the obvious effect it has on him. “I want - I -”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, trailing off as you readjust yourself, pulling your panties to the side - incredibly thankful you hadn’t bothered to put pants back on when you got dressed. Sirius lines himself up, keeping still as you sink down onto his length until he is fully rooted inside of you, stretching you out comfortably. He grunts deeply, dropping his head to your shoulder as you dig your nails into his upper arms, your whole body humming in pleasure. Slowly you begin to rock your hips, tangling your fingers into his hair and tugging on the curls. Neither of you are in any rush, happy to keep it slow, pouring everything you couldn’t put into words into your touches.

Sirius snaps his hips up as you move, thrusting deeper each time, his cock sliding over just the right spot each time. You feel full and content, something you hadn’t for months and it makes you realise how much you missed him, how hard it was to be away from him. His name tumbles from your lips over and over as you feel that coil deep in your belly tighten, your eyes finding his again as your legs tremble. There’s a thin sheen of sweat around his hairline, his cheeks flushed. He snakes a hand down between your bodies, his finger finding your clit, your body convulsing with pleasure as he rubs a tight circle over the bundle of nerves. You cry out, leaning forward until your forehead is pressed against Sirius’, his lips finding yours again as he picks up his pace.

It builds and it builds and it builds and -

“Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” You drag out the word in a whimper, tumbling into euphoria, your orgasm bursting white behind your eyes. Everything else fades away except for the feeling of Sirius, the sound of his moans as he gets closer to his own end. His movements slow down considerably, his hips barely moving when he grunts out something you still aren't coherent enough to hear, his teeth scraping over your shoulder. He empties himself inside of you and the sensation brings his name back to your lips, his arms tightening around you, keeping you pressed against his chest.

You’re too blissed out for the next few moments that you miss when Sirius pulls back out of you, turning around to lay you on the couch as he stands up, tucking himself back into his pants. He gives you a soft, genuine smile and you return it, watching him walk back up the hallway. You miss his warmth immediately, shivering as you curl in on yourself. He comes back with a warm washcloth, cleaning up the mess left on your thighs. When he’s done you reach for him, tugging him back down, snuggling into him as he runs a hand up and down your spine. When he sighs you feel your stomach sink, a feeling of dread overtaking everything else. You hold your breath as you peak at him from the corner of your eyes, waiting for what you know is coming. “So I guess we should talk about what just happened.” “...Yeah,” You mumble.

You feel sick and suddenly very self conscious. You’re still lying there against him, mostly naked and now you wished you’d paid attention to where he threw your top earlier. It’s the pin you didn’t want to drop, the reality that the two of you are still very much broken up, whatever just happened doesn’t change that. Sirius has been quiet long enough now that your body feels rigid and tense while you wait for him to say that you need to go, that this was a one time thing to help you both move on, to get closure.

You don’t even know how to articulate that that’s not what you want anymore, hell it wasn’t even what you wanted to begin with, but staying here and fighting with him seemed like the worse option at the time.

You try and pull away, ready to shut down and protect yourself but Sirius senses the shift in your mood straight away, holding you against him tighter. He looks down at you, hooking his thumb under your chin when you refuse to meet his eyes, frowning at the expression on your face.

“I don’t regret it,” He says seriously. “I don’t, it’s just…” He cuts himself off with a sigh. “It was so hard when you walked out y/n, I didn’t know what to do with myself… I can’t go through that again and I don’t think you can either.” “I don’t know what you’re trying to say,” You reply, almost too afraid to know the answer. “I’m saying we gotta be in or out, all the way, no going back and changing our minds.”

This time it’s you that’s quiet, the hurt and bitterness bubbling back into your system as you mull over his words. It’s not like his wrong… you know that, but the ultimatum leaves you feeling conflicted. “We broke up for a reason Siri… those issues, they’re all still there. Nothings changed; what makes you think we can work through it this time?” “Maybe we can’t,” He replies. “Maybe we can… all I know is that I love you.” “...I love you too. I’m just not sure it’s enough anymore.”

Sirius tugs you back onto his lap, his face buried into your hair as you wrap your arms around him, wishing that you didn’t have to let go. You lay there, locked together as the storm outside eases, the thunder disappearing into the distance with the lightning. All that’s left is the rain, like the sky outside is openly weeping for the both of you.

Saying goodbye was never easy...

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Taking care of his hair - Asahi

What I would do to play with Asahi’s hair ugh I love him also I did this as like washing his hair and stuff because honestly that’s one of my favourite forms of intimacy lol also some proper haircare for asahi with a diffuser because my boy does not deserve to be treated poorly with a normal hair dryer on those stunning waves ok

I got a lil carried away with this...

Request: Hello darling, could I please request some fluffy Asahi ? Just him with super long hair wanting his S/O to play with it. That’s the only idea that I have because that big boy has some really pretty hair, so other than that you can take it in any direction if you wish to fulfill this request. If not, then no worries! I hope you have a great day/afternoon/night! <3

Asahi:

Things had been a little tough between you and Asahi recently. You didn’t have any problems with each other, it’s just both of your lives had been so busy recently that there was never any time to spend together. Asahi was up early and came back late into the night, or sometimes not at all, as he was in the last stages of preparation for a new collection, and you had been working countless back-to-back shifts at your workplace that often has the opposite hours as him.

With the brief moments you spent together, like the gentle kiss he’d press on your forehead as he crawled into bed at 2am, or the coffee that would get passed to you as you head out of the door, you could tell he was slowly crumbling under the pressure. Not even his glasses could hide the darkness under his eyes, you rarely saw him smiling and there was always a sigh that followed when he returned home from the studio. It wasn’t unusual for Asahi to get too caught up in doing well and finishing things properly that he neglected his own health, something both of you had been trying to improve, and sometimes he needed your guidance to remind him and work on himself.

You had one of your rare days off where most of your time was spent either sleeping, watching TV or tidying around the house that hadn’t been touched in the past week. Asahi had left early in the morning to work, although you had slept through his alarms and exit due to exhaustion, only knowing of his whereabouts from the text he sent you.

You were laying on the sofa under a thick blanket, absently watching a show when you heard the door unlock, swinging open to reveal your boyfriend trudging in with a large case. Strands of his hair fell over his eyes as the bun has begun to loosen, trailing down to the frown on his lips.

“You’re back early,” you notice, leaning your head against the back of the sofa as you offered him a lazy smile.

“Yeah, we’re still waiting for some materials to be delivered so there’s nothing else we could finish today,” his voice was low and strained as he set down his case and removed his jacket, lifting a hand to his face to brush away the stray locks. Slowly, he made his way over to the sofa, lifting up your legs before collapsing into the spot as you lay across him. His eyes closed immediately as he took a deep breath, letting his body relax for the first time in a while.

You gazed over his features, noticing how much he’s grown over the past few years. The scruff on his chin had gotten thicker and trailed around his whole jaw that had become sharper, partly because of growing up and partly from the stress that had been causing him to eat less than usual. The round glasses that were a new staple for him since high school did little to cover his dark brows that often seemed so gentle. Many years had been working on growing the long, brown mane of his too.

You leaned forward and, gently, unravelled his hair from the elastic, letting it sit on your wrist, and ran your fingers through, working to tame the unruly waves. You had always been jealous of his hair; it was always so thick and shiny since he invested in taking good care of it, and each little wave formed beautifully, mesmerising you whenever you’d twirl a strand around your finger. But things were a little different now. You could tell from the way it tangled together and the roughness that ran along your fingers that he hadn’t been looking after himself.

Swinging you legs down, you padded off to the bathroom and began running a hot bath, adding some scented salts that you both kept lying around. Making your way back to the living room, you stood behind the sofa, bending down to take off his glasses and place a kiss on his cheek.

“Let’s get you a bath,” you murmur, digging your fingertips into his scalp to relieve the pressure. He simply let out a whine as he settled into your touch, making you chuckle. “Come on, I’ll wash your hair.” With that, he opened his eyes, which were still so beautiful even with the dullness that lingered.

Holding his hand, you helped him into the bathroom and let him strip himself of his clothes as you tested the water temperature. He let out a deep breath as the water submerged him, forcing his muscles to unwind. You kneeled down on the floor besides the bath with one hand in the water brushing circles over his arm as he lay his head back. You both sat in silence for a while as he let the heat relax him.

“Are you ready for me to wash your hair?” You ask, and with a nod in response, you grab the shower head and turned on the water, running it under your hand before settling on the temperature. Asahi sat up, leaning forward ready for you as you started wetting his hair, running your fingers through to get every strand wet.

Shutting off the water and dispensing some shampoo onto your hand, you lathered up hair hair, pressing your fingertips into his scalp in circular motions, an as he let out the occasional sleepy sigh. After rinsing out the suds, you separated his hair into sections, covering each part in conditioner. The moisture allowed you to run your fingers through, combing out each and every tangle with ease. Taking the previously stolen hairband from your wrist, you tied up his hair in a bun, before laying him back down. As the conditioner soaked in, you washed down his body, rubbing at his muscles and joints to soothe him. Once the conditioner was rinsed out, you helped him out of the bath, wrapping a towel around his waist and pulling him over to your bedroom.

“Sit down on the edge, I’ll be back in a moment,” you request as you run off again, grabbing another towel and some products before entering again. Hopping into the bed, you kneeled behind him and wrapped the towel around his hair, squeezing the excess water out, before taking a wide comb and, delicately, raked through the locks, pressing a kiss on his shoulder.

Scooping up some leave-in treatment from a tub, you rubbed it between your hands before running it through his hair, smiling to yourself as you saw his shoulders dip and relax. His loose curls already started forming as you twisted and twirled them in your hands, scrunching them upwards and watching as they bounced back.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” he almost whispered, but his deep voice vibrated through his body nonetheless, as you brought the leftover product to his roots and massaged his head.

“That’s what I’m here for, my love,” you pecked his temple, then stood up once more to plug in the hair dryer, attaching the diffuser, before returning and getting to work.

The light bounced off the rich colour, showing every little highlight and shadow in his curving hair. The strands felt like warm silk as your hands burrowed in it; the softness was so enticing and addictive. Switching off the hair dryer and placing it down, you let your hands run through his hair once more, before tapping him on the shoulder.

“All done,’ you announced in a soft voice, gazing as he lifted a hand to touch your work, combing his fingers through.

“It’s gotten so long,” he followed the strands down to their ends, travelling to just below his chest. You couldn’t exactly decipher the look on his face. Hesitant? Content? Reflecting? Maybe all three. After all, the growing of his hair had been one of the only constants in his life since the beginning of high school.

“It’s beautiful,” you reply, taking the strand and tucking it behind his ear, “just like you.”

#its fucking asahi loving HOURS #this is long but just...asahi.#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagine #haikyū!!#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #azumane asahi x reader #azumane asahi #asahi x reader

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Hey Neighbor (Part 13)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Billy Russo x Reader Word Count: 2663 Warnings: fluff, light angst, brief mention of smut

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: I’m still sorry... or am I? 😂

PART 12 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

Sunlight filters in through the part of the window not blocked by opaque curtains, the golden glow reaches Billy’s eyes making him throw an arm up to block out the brightness. He’s careful of his movements, not to disturb you as you sleep against him.

He had a good time last night bowling and meeting all your friends but when you accepted his offer to come back to his place that was when the real fun began. In the comfort of his apartment you sat curled against him on his couch, feeling warmth spread through your body from the amber colored drink in your hand, though Billy was more intoxicating.

You quickly found your way into his bed, tangled together as your hands and lips explored every part of each other until you reached soaring heights of passion and pleasure. Billy was an incredible lover and you hadn’t thought that simply because he had broken your dry spell. He knew how to please and did so generously. You didn’t intend on staying over but truthfully your legs felt like jelly afterwards you couldn’t do anything but stay beside him, falling asleep in his arms.

Billy puts his arm down, shifting just a little so he could face away from the sunlight, the slight movement unintentionally waking you. He felt bad, watching as your heavy lids blinked themselves open a few times before they focused on his beautiful smile.

“Sorry, go back to sleep babe,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

A smile pulled at your lips as you felt the soft lingering touch of his lips. “S’okay, I want to stay awake.”

Billy smiled at the soft noises you made as you took in a stiff inhale of breath, your body tensing up as you turned away from him, bringing your hand to cover your mouth as you yawned. The feel of morning breath was heavy on your tongue so you decided to go to the bathroom, hoping there would be mouthwash you could freshen up with.

Goosebumps prickled at your skin when you pulled off the sheets, sitting up as you scanned the floor for your clothes that had been scattered around the room amidst the throes of passion. Billy’s eyes roamed your bare skin, memories of last night bring warmth to his body, feeling himself ache for you again the longer he stared.

You spotted your sweater, pushing yourself up from the low platform bed to grab the crumbled fabric from the floor, stretching it over your skin. Beside it was your pants though you picked up your lacy bottoms and stepped into them before leaving his room to find the bathroom.

Billy leaned back against the arm he folded under his head, not feeling like getting up to find his phone wherever he last left it. He didn’t need to distract himself anyway since you walked back in, slightly shivering as your bare feet walked along the cold floors.

“C’mere,” he said, pulling back the blanket.

As you began to get back in bed your movements were halted by “nuh uh” as Billy shook his head. “No clothes in bed, it’s the rules.” He smirked, sitting up towards the edge of the bed.

A giggle escaped your lips as you moved towards Billy’s side of the bed, standing in front of him. His hands went under your sweater, holding you firmly by your waist.

“Those are the rules, huh?” You repeated, grinning coyly as you let your hands glide up his arms, caressing his smooth skin until your fingers met a raised ridge along his left shoulder.

Your brows furrowed with concern as you stared at another scar on his chest, having missed both in the dimmed lighting last night. They were clearly old but by the way Billy’s jaw tensed you suspected they weren’t fully healed.

His dark gaze wandered as he focused on something behind you, his trance dissolving from the sound of your sweet voice saying his name.

“There was… this guy, Arthur. He volunteered at the Ray of Hope group home I was in. We all thought he was so cool, playin’ stickball and hoops with us. I was ten or eleven at the time.” Billy clenched his jaw, clearing his throat of the lump that formed there.

His hands dropped into his lap and he began wringing them. “When a grown man tells you that you’re pretty you know nothing good is coming. Let’s just say I wasn’t interested in the kind of games that he had in mind. I went after him with the stickball bat, caught him a few times before he broke my arm… ripped my rotator cuff in three places.”

You had been listening quietly as Billy spoke, not realizing you were holding your breath until his hand cupped your cheek and you let it out shakily. His story wasn’t new– no, unfortunately you had heard about this situation too many times but despite being familiar with this in your line of work Billy’s story really affected you.

No matter who the person or what their story is, you care deeply about all the cases you have from Metro-General but Billy was different. You really liked him and hearing him talk about the terrible memories from his past reminded you about Pietro and what could have happened if someone had been there to help. Growing up in the system is hard enough as it is, but if the caretakers aren’t doing their job to protect these children…

Sighing, your lips flattened into a line of frustration. “I’m sorry that happened to you, Billy.”

“Hey… don’t, okay?” His hands wrapped around your waist as he looked up to meet your sympathetic eyes. “Everyone’s got a story, this one’s mine.”

His lips stretched across his face into something that wasn’t quite a smile but not a frown either. You knew it wasn’t easy to share, something he clearly can’t forget though you appreciated his openness, feeling closer because of it.

Leaning down you cupped Billy’s cheeks, feeling his scruff scratch at your palms as you placed a gentle kiss to his lips. You felt him smile against you as he kissed back, his hands grabbing the hem of your sweater and breaking the kiss for him to pull it over your head.

Billy kissed your exposed skin, softly, slowly as he laid you down on the bed. His touch was like heaven, setting fire to your soul, and together you climbed higher and higher until you reached the apex of pleasure a few more times over.

You got home late in the afternoon knowing you had a novel’s worth of texts to return from your friends, mainly the girls wanting to know all the details. Bucky’s was the only text that you replied to right away. He hoped you would get home safe, and behind your shared wall he let out a sigh of relief, reading your message that you did, even if it meant you were only getting home now.

Bucky shuffled reluctantly to his door, wondering why there’s a knock. Looking through the peephole, he can’t help but let a smile stretch over his face.

“Hey neighbor!” you said, with a beaming smile.

He hadn’t seen you in a few days, throwing himself deep into his work, thankful for the distraction. “Hey Y/N.” Bucky takes note of what you’re wearing, a comfy hoodie and oversized polar bear pajama pants. You always had the cutest pajamas.

“You busy? I was gonna watch a movie and order a bunch of food since my period came and all I want to do is eat. Sorry was that TMI?” you asked, seeing his expression change in a multitude of ways.

He let out a slightly uncomfortable laugh. “Where’s Billy?”

“Working.”

Bucky wasn’t happy with that answer, making him feel like you were settling for plans with him since Billy was busy. He was about to decline, making up a lie about anything just so he didn’t have to feel bad about himself before you continued.

“But I’d rather hang with you anyway. Not that Billy would care about my period like that but, I don’t know, we’re not at that point yet, you know? Like I feel like I can always be myself around you.”

His blank expression turned into a smile as Bucky nodded his head. “Yeah, yeah I get that. I feel the same about you.”

Bucky felt a weird sensation in his stomach as he stood there smiling at you, breaking out of his trance as you spoke again.

“Okay so hurry up and come over. I don’t know what I want to eat. I kinda want tacos, but also pizza. And if you have cookies bring them over because I already ate the ones I had.”

It felt right, sitting beside you on the couch, stuffing your faces and laughing as you watched a movie. Bucky took it upon himself to grab the bottle of Advil from your bathroom, bringing over a full glass of water for you to take for your cramps.

“Thanks. You know, I know you hate relationships and stuff but you’d make a really good boyfriend.”

Bucky was frozen, the only sound he could hear was that of his heart drumming rapidly in his ear. “Y-you think so?” he croaked out, swallowing down the thick knot in his throat with a gulp of his drink.

You nodded, leaning forward to set the glass down on your table. “Why, you don’t?”

“No, that’s… That’s not it.” He turned away from you, silent and contemplative.

It wasn’t always like this. Bucky was a young boy that grew out of the idea that girls had cooties long before his friends did. It started with Olivia. They met in sixth grade, two nervous kids in a brand new school that happened to sit next to each other in homeroom.

Her eyes were like honey and Bucky was stuck, letting himself get lost in her beauty. He memorized the freckles speckled across the nose and cheeks of her sandy brown skin like a galaxy of stars, each one more dazzling than the last. Her hair was polished bronze packed in tight corkscrews that Bucky loved brushing aside so he could kiss her; every morning before they got to class, during lunch where he neglected his food in favor of her lips, and after school when they parted.

Bucky loved her as much as a young man could love a young woman, his first love, the girl he thought he would have everything with. He was a fool to think he could have it all, blinded by his utter devotion to Olivia before he realized his relationship was more one-sided than he realized.

They spent seven years together and not once did Olivia tell him she wasn’t planning their future the same way Bucky was. Olivia meant everything to him and when she was accepted to college on the West Coast Bucky immediately started looking into transferring to a school out there. It didn’t matter that their music program wasn’t as accredited, he was willing to do anything to make what he and Olivia had last.

What Bucky didn’t know was that Olivia didn’t feel the same. Not anymore. She fell out of love with him and was hoping to use graduation as a clean break. She broke his heart and Bucky was devastated.

He didn’t understand how she could stop loving him just like that. How it was so easy for her to let go of all their history; wondering what the turning point was in their relationship and why she didn’t tell him. His trust was broken. She strung him along for months, years maybe? It wasn’t just the fact that they broke up, she had moved on. Olivia was with someone new and every day Bucky asked himself why he wasn’t worthy of love.

He shut down, losing himself in composition, letting the melody of strife carry him through the sea of heartache. It was decided then, by a boy who was barely a man, to take what he needs and never be vulnerable again. It was easy.

It was easy.

Over the past few months everything has changed. There was a moment Bucky was ready to abandon his beliefs. He had grown up, matured; he knows his boundaries and knows there is so much more of himself to give to someone.

Bucky thought that someone could be you. It was a silly idea. You were just friends. But he was friends with Olivia first too. He felt the same ease as you did with him, enjoying spending time with you even if you did nothing. He thought there might have been a chance, somehow for him to break free of the mold he set upon his life and ask you out but someone beat him to it.

You and Billy had been seeing more and more of each other. He remembers that feeling from so long ago, desperate to spend every waking moment with the person that sent your heart a-flutter. Bucky understood when you cancelled plans with him, for the times Billy was able to make a last minute date after work arrangements changed. He understood, even if he didn’t like it. He couldn’t object even though he wanted to. You were happy and Bucky felt worse the more he thought about even thinking of taking that away from you.

He changed the subject, letting the movie resume but the thoughts never left his mind.

For the first time in a very long time Bucky is lonely. While the world is out overspending on chocolates and roses, fancy dinners and champagne Bucky lays in bed, trying to distract himself with a movie. He’s usually alone on Valentine’s Day, by choice. It’s too complicated to sleep with one of his regulars, not wanting to get their hopes up by any means on the day that celebrates love.

Bucky exhaled a heavy breath, upset with himself for being unable to keep his mind off everything. His heart is a dilapidated shack lost in a desolate wasteland. Abandoned after so many years, it’s dust covered, with a haze of cobwebs clouding over the part of himself that used to thrum with life.

And suddenly the walls become unsteady. His heart begins to crumble at the sound coming from the other side of the wall. It’s you, with unmistakable cries of pleasure, in a duet of passion with Billy.

Bucky shudders, feeling uncomfortable for being able to hear something that should be so intimate. It’s payback perhaps, a taste of his own medicine for all the times he’s disturbed you in the same way.

His mind runs wild against his will, imagining you in bed as the soundtrack of your lovemaking permeates the thin walls. It’s bittersweet poison to his ears.

Bucky throws the blankets off him, nearly tripping over the boots he haphazardly toed off earlier as he rushes towards his desk. He grabs his headphones to block out the sounds, a painful reminder of what could never be.

He grabs his phone, scrolling through his contact list. So many names and yet he feels nothing for them. He stops at your name, his chest hitching with agony. He wants what you have. To love fully, and give himself completely to someone. To renovate all the broken pieces inside of himself.

His fingers tap away and Bucky refuses to stop himself of their doing. He’s scared but excited, knowing the threat of getting hurt again is very real but he’s had enough of telling himself that the way he’s been living is what he’s really wanted.

With his own melodies playing in his ear Bucky is ignorant of the way you cry out Billy’s name. He is blissfully ignorant, opening the Tinder app he’s just downloaded, creating a profile because he’s finally ready to give dating a real shot.

PART 14

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #billy russo x reader

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talkfastromance4 · 3 years

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Just for the Night//calum hood

First installment of NYE Chronicles!

Masterlist

NYE Chronicles masterlist

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You’d been equally looking forward to and dreading the New Year’s Eve party. Dreading it because your ex will be there but looking forward to it because the outfit you chose makes you look like a bombshell and will show your ex what they’ve lost. You’re still a little bruised from the break-up but the music is killer, the drinks are delicious and you’re as bubbly as the promised glass of champagne when midnight will toll.

You just finished taking a shot when your friend pulled on your shoulder and whispered quickly in your ear, “Jessie heard you’re here and wants to talk to you. I just saw him at the DJ booth. Go!”

Knowing how reminiscent your ex can be once they’ve been drinking, you slide the shot glass back on the bar top then zip away as quick as you can. You shuffle through bodies then hear your name being called by your ex. His voice is getting closer and you’re becoming more frantic until you find a very attractive looking guy watching you with a curious expression in his dark brown eyes.

You sprint towards the stranger, someone bumps you which causes you to fall into his arms. You smell the fresh leather of his jacket.

“I’m sorry, please go along with this my ex is right behind me,” you whisper quickly in his ear then pull back so you can press your lips to his.

His soft, velvety lips are hesitant at first but soon he takes the reins by cupping the back of your neck and sliding one hand down to your waist. He tastes like liquor with a hint of weed and spearmint gum, it makes your tongue tingle. You sink into the kiss, melting into him like the snow outside on the New York streets. It’s as if the whole world stops, it’s just you and him in this perfect moment.

“Y/N?”

“I thought the New Year’s kiss was supposed to be at midnight?”

Your stomach flips as you hear the deep and raspy Australian twang in his voice, it tickles your ears and makes goosebumps rise on your neck. You giggle at his comment then, regrettably, you and the perfect-as-hell-kiss stranger break apart to gaze stare at your ex. You’re hoping the stranger has a look of disdain as you do for being interrupted.

“Can we help you, mate?”

“I didn’t know you were seeing someone,” Jessie says, completely ignoring your perfect stranger.

“It’s not your concern,” you shrug. The motion makes you wobble on your feet and the perfect stranger makes sure you don’t fall.

“I think you should go enjoy the rest of your evening.” the perfect stranger’s fingers tickle the lower part of your back and you feel your ears heat up from the touch.

“Whatever,” Jessie mutters. They give you one more apprehensive look then disappear into the crowd.

You breathe out a sigh of relief then look up at your knight in shining black leather. There’s a hint of scruff around those perfectly shaped lips and it’s as if you suddenly realize what you did was uncalled for. Even though in the moment the kiss was spectacular. You readjust his jacket then pat his chest, pulling away from him and his warmth.

“Um, sorry for the ambush, but thank you. Happy New Year!” You squeak out then dart away from him.

“Oi! Hold on!”

You’re grabbed by the wrist and spun around thumping into the chest you just vacated. You could feel the vibration in his chest from his breathing.

“What if he comes back to find you?” he grins loosening the hold on your wrist. “As you new boyfriend I shouldn’t let that happen, yeah?”

“You’d do that for a stranger?”

“We just kissed, I don’t think that makes us strangers,” he smiles. “Just for the night. We’ll end and start the year with a new adventure. I’m Calum, by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.”

And so, your adventure begins. You have a small chat over a couple of drinks and you’re dying to kiss him again. You wonder how long it is until midnight until you could do so.

After you finished telling a story about the worst New Year’s ever, Calum kept glancing above your head until his eyes widened and he sucked in a breath.

“What is it? Is it my ex again?”

“No, it’s mine. C’mere,” he says gruffly then pulls you against him.

His warm lips crash over yours, your palms resting on his shoulders as he takes your breath away once more. Feeling bold and wanting to put on more of a show for his ex, you twist your fingers in his luscious hair and tug slightly. Calum grunts then parts your lips with his tongue, massaging yours.

Just like the first time, the world stops, it’s just you and Calum and the electricity coursing between you until you’re literally shoved off him.

“What the fu--?”

Calum’s hold on you is strong as you try to confront the girl in front of you who clearly shoved you. He blocks you from view as he talks lowly to her and keeps a firm grip on your wrists as you try to defend yourself. You try to struggle against him but inevitably give up and peer over his shoulder. The girl scoffs, stomps her foot, then leaves you two alone.

“Are you all right?” he asks, turning around and releases your wrists. He touches your cheek, his thumb pulling on your bottom lip to smooth out the pout that’s formed.

“I’m mad she shoved me. That was uncalled for,” you grumble.

“It was,” he nods then looks around the room. “Your ex saw the whole thing.” he looks back at you, his eyes flickering over you. “How about we get out of here? This party is a little too crowded with exes, don’t you think?”

“Where will we go? What time is it?”

“I’ve got an idea,” he smiles, eyes twinkling.

He took you to the artechouse, where different rooms are filled with lights in beautiful displays. Aside from a few other patrons, it’s pretty empty as you and Calum explore each room. It’s magical and hypnotic as you watch the colors join and blend on the floor and ceiling.

In one room, the display was shown to make the floor appear warped, and in your slightly inebriated state, you thought you were going to fall so you grabbed for his hand and held on tight. He didn’t let go.

He didn’t let go until you were in a room that tracked your movement and you saw yourself as a body of light on the wall. Calum watched you as you danced with the light, mesmerized by the movements as you spun and lifted your arms and legs. You spun into him, his face lit in the blue black of the light and he lowered his head to yours.

Wanting to tease him, you pulled away at the last second to move onto the next room. His deep chuckle follows you as you stand in the center of it. There’s a big swirl of light on the floor moving in a circular motion, as if in a time warp. Calum takes your hand, leading you to the center of it and twirls you with the circle.

The song quiets and a loud gong resembling a clock sounds throughout the building. It must be close to midnight. You count the clock down, Calum’s voice joining you.

“Three…”

“Two…”

He spins you into his chest, your breathing labored. The lights dance upon the both of you.

“One.”

The room changes to fireworks and exclaims from others in the building are heard as the new year has begun. Calum strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers until they curl at the nape of your neck, guiding you to him.

This is the third kiss you’ve shared tonight. And each one appears to be better than the last and you’re not quite sure how that’s possible. The fireworks show continues all around and you and Calum keep kissing until the room shifts back to normal. You both need to catch your breath, so you understand when he pulls away but you still want more and chase his lips for more. Your teeth catch his lower lip playfully.

“Happy New Year,” he mumbles.

“Happy New year,” you smile.

Your lips connect again, the new year is already starting out wonderful with a promise of even better days to come.

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Watermelon Seeds

Clyde x Reader

Warnings: It’s.. filth. Smut. I’m never looking at watermelon the same again. Breeding kink. Dirty talk. Cunnilingus. But at least it’s fluffy for a second.

Summary: It’s watermelon season, which can only mean one thing; you get plenty of seeds.

Word Count: 1,579

You coughed as you swallowed a watermelon seed, frowning in distaste at the awkward feeling before reaching for a glass of water. Clyde notices, placing the knife down as he stepped away from the watermelon he was cutting up. coming over to place his hand on your back. “Are ya’ alright, darlin’?”

You had been helping him, taking pieces and placing it into a bowl and occasionally taking bites, spitting out seeds as you went. “Think I swallowed a seed or two.”

He rubs your back as you drink from the glass easing the discomfort. “Ya’ know what they say ‘bout swallowin’ them seeds.”

His words made you look up at him in slight confusion, brows pinching together as you waited for him to explain. After a beat of no explanation, you ask as you turn to face him fully. “What do they say, baby?”

Clyde’s eyes shift slightly before he points a finger right at your stomach. There’s a slight tinge of red on his cheeks that makes you smile. “Them seeds is how ya’ grow a watermelon in ya’ tummy right there. End up wit’ a baby.”

Settling your glass of water back onto the counter, you catch a hand on his shirt, pulling him against you until your chests touch and his hand flattens against your stomach. You pout as you tilt your head back, kissing his chin. “Don’t think that’s the seed I want.”

“Y/N,” he breathes out, metal hand settling at your waist and pulling you against him as gently as he could despite your previous reassurances that he wouldn’t and couldn’t ever harm you, “are ya’ implyin’ that ya’ want me ta’ put a baby in ya’?”

Grinning sheepishly, you nod your head, finger running up his chest to scruff up his beard. Before you could even speak, he was lifting you up, carrying you through the house and to the bed room, laying you down as he kissed you. Your body wraps around his, pulling him down. Clothes were being tugged off in an instant, thrown to the floor as he presses sloppy kisses to your neck.

Noticing how clothed he still was, you reached down, pulling his shirt up and over his head. “C’mon, baby, I want you.”

“Ya’ want me?” He mumbles into your neck as your fingers worked at his jeans, even as he ground against you. You arch underneath him, legs parting as you felt his dick press right against you. To answer his overly stubborn question, you slide a hand into his jeans once they were properly undone, feeling him through his boxers, stroking him. He pushed into the warmth of your palm, grinding as he licked and bit at your throat, leaving behind faint marks that would be visible the next day. Even as you palm him through his jeans, your other hand pushed at the waistband, pushed them away and he reached down to assist.

But then he’s gone, settling on his knees between your legs and yanking you to the edge of the bed as he pulls at the waistband of your own jeans with his one hand. He must’ve taken the other one off somewhere between the kitchen and the loss of clothes, but you were too lost in him.

“Gon’ get me a taste a’ this sweet pussy.” He mutters, nose pressing against the fabric of your underwear before he pulls those down too, then he dives right in without second thought. His tongue dips into your cunt and you mewl, fingers in his hair a second later. Your thighs lock around his head, keeping him right there as he brings a finger up, sliding it in with ease.

“Got the best fucking tongue, Jesus Christ, right there, baby.” Your head digs back into the bed, fingers locked into hair as his mouth sucks on your clit and your back arches. You gasp, lips parting as your heel digs into the space between his shoulder blades. He knows your cunt like the back of his hand, knows how to work you open just right and make you come apart within seconds if you two needed a quickie in the backroom of the bar. When he slides in another finger and sucks particularly hard on your clit, you’re seeing stars as you cum, crying out his name.

“Clyde, fuck, yes!” Your thighs close tighter around his head, shaking as he works you through your high before he slowly pulls his fingers out and presses a gentle kiss to your cunt once your body relaxed into the bed more.

“Prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.” He mutters, hand running along your thigh before he rises to his feet and kicks his boxers off. When he bends again, he slides a hand under your waist, lifts you higher up the bed before tucking a hand under your thigh and placing it around his hip. His arm presses into the bed beside your head as he looks down at you, breathing out, needing one last spark of approval. “Ya’ want a baby?”

Your back arches as you meet his eye, feeling his dick pressing right against your entrance as you shift your leg to pull him closer with a nod. “Want a baby, Clyde.”

It was all he needed to hear before he slid into you, filling you full and stretching you better than your fingers or any toy ever could. You clung to him as he pushed in to the very hilt and stopped, let his head rest against your shoulder. Then, he pulled out and thrust back into you, so slowly, so teasingly that your hips lift to meet each of his thrusts.

“Give it to me, please.” You aren’t opposed to begging when it comes to this man or his dick, you’ve become accustomed to it when he gets like this in particular.

“How ya’ want it?” He’s still going slow, pressing small kisses to your exposed throat as he presses in and stops, stilling his hips all together. It takes you a moment before you realize he’s waiting for an answer.

“Want it good and hard.” Your fingers stroke down his back, running through his hair as you nod. He makes a noise into the curve of your neck and shifts, palm sliding around your waist before settling in the center of your back. Then, he draws his hips back and slams back into you without another word, nose still tucked against your throat. He stops again, rests against you as he kisses your collarbone this time.

“Wanna just stay inside a’ ya’ all day, do nothin’ but fuck this little pussy a’ yers.” He mumbles as he shifts his hips, draws out and pushes back in real slow again. This time, though, he sets a pace, keeps moving until he’s fucking you into the mattress and his fingers are digging harshly into your skin.

“Fuck, do it. Stay right here, keep fucking me so good. So fucking good.” You moan out as your eyes close, both legs now locked tight around his hips to keep him from going anywhere.

“Put that right seed in ya’.” He mutters as he sits up on his knees, wanting to watch as your tits bounced as he split you open and made your body rock up the bed. His thrusts quickened, pressing in deep as his hand rests on your abdomen, arm pressing into the bed again. “Gon’ fuck it into ya’ over an’ over again.”

“Yeah? Gonna put all your cum in me? Make me your cumbucket, just for you. I’ll be good and take every bit of it.” You gasped at the way he fucked into you and hit the perfect angle that made your body arch in response.

“Mine, ya’ all mine.” He dips down again, claiming your lips in a kiss as your mewl underneath him, body pressing up against his. Your hips press into the bed, allowing for a deeper thrust that makes the both of you cry out. His hand presses into your hip, keeping you in that position, just to feel it over and over. Then, as you clench around his dick, his brows pinch together slightly. “Ya’ gon’ cum, baby? Gon’ cum all o’er m’dick? Wanna watch ya’ touch yerself.”

You nod, not hesitating to work a hand between the two of you and down to your swollen clit, fingertips brushing it. “Gonna fucking cum, Clyde. C’mon, wanna feel you. Wanna fill me real good? Clyde, fuck!”

Then, you’re cumming and clenching around him as your body curls and your eyes close. His hips stutter, working you through it as your fingertips slowly ease off your clit, the high leaving you satisfied, but not quite pleased enough because it isn’t what you want. Clyde knows what you want and he gives it to you as he gives one last thrust of his hips, balls drawing up as he pressed flush against you. You felt him twitch inside of you as he came, spilling every drop of his seed as deep as it would go.

Clyde collapsed right on top of you, shifting his weight just enough so he didn’t squish you as he pulled you against his chest. He stayed like this for a while, even when his cum began to seep out around his cock that was still seated fully inside of you, he didn’t move or speak, until finally, he mumbled. “Wonder how that watermelon’s doin’.”

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