#Always sucks when your nose itches for the rest of the day

[ckcomics]

How to Make a Cowboy Blush: Part 1

#comic #helluva boss #striker #blitzo #blitzstrike #Always sucks when your nose itches for the rest of the day #But you gotta kiss the snoot ;-; #Striker's an honorary Texan. It's official law since yesterday #doubly amuses me since I've seen several claim that there's Latin/Hispanic in him #As a Hispanic Texan. I approve. #I.M.P. AU #This is further into Striker working in I.M.P. #At the very least Moxxie appreciates that he has something to laugh at Mr. Macho over #Is there a set timeline order with these? #Not really. Unless stated otherwise #When the accent comes in strong

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

can you prettyyyy please write a little piece abt best friends older brother choso n sucking him off n fucking him till ur both overstimulated :(( 💔💔

Oh boy can I, sucking him off and overstimulation are one of my two favorite things ♡

Sucking and fucking your best friends older brother until you're both overstimulated. NSFW. gn!reader.

A/N: I kinda went ham and its...long.

You and your best friend had been friends since you started college. Sharing a dorm but soon transitioned into sharing an apartment. There were lots of things you loved about your best friend. Cleanliness, kindness, humor; but most importantly? The brother. Choso. He was a sweetheart, cute. Would always blush and stutter when you were around.

You didn't see him too often, only when he paid your best friend a visit. And today just happened to be one of those days. You admit. You'd liked him for a while and have had you fair share of..wet dreams about him. And you were pretty certain he thought about you too. His eyes would always linger a little bit longer than they should. And yet you two continued to dance around it, but not anymore. You were changing all of that today.

"Hey, we're out flour. And I need it to make the cake for later." You said, nonchalant. Hoping your best friend would offer to run to the store and grab some. "I...can get it." Choso said quietly.

"Actually, I needed your opinion on something, so I'd like you to stay here." He seemed confused but agreed, your best friend leaving the two of you alone.

"What did you ne-ah!" He yelped, just now noticing how close you'd gotten. Your hands messed with the ends of his shirt. "What I need, is your big dick inside me. Do you have any objections?" You opted to go the more direct route. Leaving no room for confusion. Choso immediately sucked in a breath, feeling his dick harden in his pants. Was this real? He would've pinched himself but the feel of your nails dragging along his stomach was all he needed. He nodded. "No..objections."

"Good." You gave him a smile before undoing his pants. Sliding them down his thighs, along with yourself, until you were eye level with his thick cock. You licked your lips, eyeing the beads of precum that already formed at the tip. "U-Um," he started but immediately hissed when he felt you kitten-lick his tip. Collecting what sticky liquid leaked out and pulled it back into your mouth. "Fuck-" he breathed, tentatively resting his hand in your hair. You hummed in approval before slowly slipping the tip into your mouth. Suckling as the sticky liquid glued itself to your tongue.

"Oh-oh fuck, keep doing that." He spoke softly, smoothing out your hair. And so you did, suckling on his tip until eventually he started to push more of himself in your mouth. Your tongue wrapped around his length, paying special attention to the veins that lined the underside of his cock. "God-your mouth is so warm, so wet." Choso grunted, his fingers now threading into your hair as he guided you. Moving you up and down his length, groaning low in his throat the further down you went. Until, eventually, you bottomed out. Your nose pressed flush against his pelvis, buried in the tufts of black hair.

"Mmm-fuck, give me a minute-i just-fuck." He held you there, breathing harshly through his nose as he tried his best not to cum. His body shook, his hips itching to thrust himself forward.

Your throat bobbed, contracting around his length and making him hiss. With one more breath, he finally let go. Giving you free rein to suck his cock like you wanted. And you did.

Obscene sucking noises filled the room, your chokes and gags mixing along with it. "Fuck-fuck-your mouth, God. It's better than I imagined." His hands framed your face, keeping your hair out of the way so he could watch his dick disappear past your lips. It was erotic. It was too much and he found himself stilling his hips, shooting ropes of his sticky seed down your throat. Eyes closed and head tilted back as he road out the orgasm. But you didn't stop, your mouth still sucking him in.

"W-Wait...that's, I just came-i can't, oh fuck-" hot searing pleasure shot through his veins, eyes crossing as he thrusted his limp-now hardening, dick into your mouth. But your goal wasn't to suck him off again. So when he was hard once more, you pulled off with a pop. Ignoring the confusion on his face as you dragged him to the couch, pushing him to sit. Climbing immediately on his lap before you seated yourself on him.

"What are y-oh my God, oh-s'tight...fuuck." he groaned, pulling your body flush against his as he tried to breathe. The stimulation already too much for his poor cock. But you didn't give him that time. Immediately angling yourself to bounce up and down on his cock. His arms tightened around you as he whined. Mumbling 's'too much' and 'please keep going' over and over. His thick cock reaching deep inside you, pressing all the right spots to have you shake, stilling as you came all over him and yourself. "Squeezing me s'tight, gonna make me-" He choked, his dick spilling yet another load inside you. And it still wasn't enough.

You gathered up strength and started to bounce on his poor, limp dick. Fresh tears formed in his eyes as he told you it was too sensitive. That he couldn't cum again.

"Can't...can't cum anymore, please you-oh god, fuck me. Squeezing me like that-" He held tight to your body, thrusting up into you as his mind soon entered a fuzzy aroused state. Where his body tingled from the overstimulation but it felt good. "Gonna cum...yes yes, m'gonna cum. With me, please. Cum with m-" He broke off into a sob, shooting barely any cum inside you, his balls already being drained. His broken whining and sobbing had you cuming moments later, your body falling limp against him.

"One more," you mumbled, hips shifting slowly.

You didn't care that your best friend could be home any minute. Could possibly catch you riding Choso like a damned monster. All you could think about was taking all his cum. Milkin him for all he's worth.

#jjk smut #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen choso #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #choso x reader #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso #choso smut #lovelies requests

[sunshine-in-a-bottle]

Staggedduo. Punz, after the Egg, started smoking to cope. When Dream escapes prison they quit, both because Dream's newly fragile health can't take it and because Dream worries about them.

--

Punz trudged into their bedroom, inhaling deeply as they made one final push to the bed, before collapsing into a heap on top of it. The soft comforter smelled freshly washed, and he sent a small prayer of gratitude to Dream for making the effort, if only on Punz's behalf.

A four-fingered hand rested lightly on top of their head and began to skritch.

"Long day?" Dream murmured. Punz made a noise that was muffled by the bed. He knew Dream understood though. He always did.

He heard the sound of a book being set on the bedside table, before hands were gently tugging on their shoulders. Groaning, they pushed themselves up, letting Dream reposition them until they were sheltered in his arms. Surprisingly steady hands wrapped around him, and Punz buried their face into his shoulder to hide away from the light that seemed to hurt their eyes the longer they were exposed to it.

Dream rubbed soothing circles into his back. "Do you need anything?"

He needed to never move again. He needed the ache in his muscles to go away with a bone deep pressure. He needed people to stop being so fucking stupid and horrible to talk to, and he needed Dream to stay right here.

"I'm good." Punz mumbled. Fingers gently ran through his hair, picking out the blood.

They stayed like that for a while, Punz soaking in the quiet that had been denied to him all day. Dream seemed content to hold him in silence, and Punz let their mind drift until they began to doze, the knowledge of absolute safety loosening the tension that they'd been holding for so long.

Dream leaned in, and suddenly he sniffed.

"You smell like smoke."

It was a mild tone. It was a dangerous tone. Punz untangled themselves from Dream just enough to meet his eyes. "I didn't-"

Dream pulled at the fabric of his hood to bring it to his nose. He grimaced. "It's on your clothes, too. Punz?"

"I wasn't smoking." Punz shook his head, fighting the urge to get defensive. It made sense, it was just a question, but God did he want to just. Throw this entire shitty day further into the trash. "I ran into Wilbur. He was going through a pack."

Dream's expression turned sour, before smoothing out into something gentler. "Are you alright?"

No. He wasn't. Punz sagged into his arms.

"Yeah, it was fine. Just annoying." A moment passed. "He offered me one."

Dream sucked in a breath. Fingers gripped tightly into the back of his hoodie, and Punz could sense the murderous intent. It was nice, to be cared about so deeply. It felt good. Like maybe even if he could still feel the itch in his head, it was worth it to turn down the nicotine if it was because someone was actually giving a shit about his health. Giving a shit about him.

"I'm sorry." Dream said. There were fingers scratching at his scalp again. "We can kill him if you want."

Punz laughed tiredly. "I'm good. Just wasn't expecting it. Better to lay low, anyway."

Dream hummed. It was meaningless noise. Then it was a tune, something vaguely familar that made their eyes droop. They pressed their face into his shoulder again.

"Your eyes are blue, by the way." Dream whispered into their ear. He began to hum again. Punz let themselves drift again, safe. Always safe, with Dream.

#my writing #staggedduo #cdrunz #drunz #dreblr #cdream #cpunz

[a-world-with0ut-dr34ms]

John Price x Reader

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Romance, Sweet Moments, Crying, Apologies, People being in-love, light existential stuff, falling in love

Word Count: 3k

I hope this doesn't suck... I wanted this to feel concluded in a satisfying way, but alas, I don't write real endings often. So... I hope this is OK?🤷🏽‍♀️ I liked it.🥹 Please Enjoy~

Part One | Two

Masterlist

The sun had already set by the time everyone left Price's hospital room. The place fell into a heavy silence once emptied out, only left undone by the rhythmic beating of his heart monitor and the city ambiance from outside his window. It's the first time he's had the room to himself since waking up this morning, and yet still so much remained to be unpacked.

The doctors informed Price he'd been in a medically induced coma for almost a week since being brought in. Of course, he had no memory of this.

The last thing that really comes to mind, between this morning and that night before, are you and Nikolai helping him into a vehicle, the world around him as shifting and black as when he'd entered it.

You held him in your arms in the backseat the entire way home, cradling his head in your lap as though he were a newborn infant. Price could still pinpoint where it was your hands caressed him, soothing away all of the night's qualms. He had been too tired to speak, as had you. But the warmth you blanketed over him had lulled him into a dreamless slumber, only filled by your former phantoms and memories left deep in his own subconscious.

You had been the last thing on his mind that night, and the first name to leave his mouth upon waking.

"Where is she?" He demanded. "Is she alright?"

Though it took more convincing than they would have liked, the nurses were able to relieve his worries. You'd only left two days prior to him waking. Though your injuries had been no laughing matter, the severity of them had not been nearly at the same scope as Price's. Once your wounds had been treated and the doctors could deduct that your condition has not been critical, you'd been cleared to go.

The same could not be said about the Captain.

They told him he was lucky to had survived. Even with being able to get him to help, the amount of blood he'd lost during his escape had been unfathomable; and that's not even accounting for the other injuries he'd been ignoring. After going lights out, many of the nurses didn't actually think he'd pull through. And judging from the lousy state his body had still been in, Price knew he would feel this for the rest of his life, no doubt.

But as always, in some way or another, his stubborn soul persisted. So long as he could still move, think, and act, he would press on.

Price settled back into his bed with a heavy sigh, before the rough tubing in his nose and throat created an uncomfortable itch he needed to cough out. He brings his coughing to a low-throat clear when he felt the pain shoot in his rib at each sharp exhale, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. No doubt, he'll be bedridden for longer than he was hoping.

They've dimmed the lights in the room in case he decides to pass out. Though frankly, he felt he's had enough sleep. While Price would much rather prefer anything other than the sterile white walls of this hospital room to gaze at, it was better than sleeping.

His blue eyes scan the room, pausing on the flowers Laswell and Gaz brought in moments ago. The white and yellow roses and daisies sit like decorated props on the nightstand beside him, sitting beside a growing pile of "Get Well Soon" cards he had yet to browse through.

He wanted to read them; it warmed his heart just knowing the others had cared so much for his wellbeing. Though anytime he reached for them, he felt this knot start to form in his throat, taking the curiosity away from him. What's written can best be digested in the solitude of his own home, he's soon decided.

To the right of Price had been a window; he hadn't taken much joy in looking out of it. It had a view of the hospital courtyard, where most of the building's budget went into its garden. A despairing sight seeing all the faces that passed by, all miserable and lost in their own minds.

One man, in particular, had made Price decide that window watching wouldn't be for him. A patient being escorted by two nurses. The man looked as though he could not function alone, shaking and wobbling and relying on their guiding hands. Just seconds away from their own mortality. Just as Price had been.

What made dying in such a slow way -- alone and no longer having any true agency over one's self -- so much more terrifying than any near-death experience that came across him in his line of work? Looking down there, Price found himself questioning so now more than ever.

It creeps closer to the Captain with every brush with death he has still somehow managed to evade. Only the death he truly feared, he stood no real fighting chance from.

So his eyes instead tarried to the birds that glided by from time to time, matching with the planes which roared alongside them. Seeing them go only reminded Price that he was in here.

If he stayed in this hospital room any longer, he might go mad.

The door to his room clicks open. When Price looks over and finds you standing in the doorway, his heart monitor all but speaks for him.

The first thing his eyes fall on are all the bandages beneath your clothing, the sling they'd put your arm in, and that starstruck look you had to your eyes. Like you couldn't believe it was him before you now, after spending the last week wondering when he'd wake. It breaks his smile to see. Oh how it breaks him like nothing he's ever felt before.

You had thought about all the different ways you could have surprised him with your visit tonight. You thought about showing up in the dress you wanted to wear on your date, having been too impatient to see an honest reaction later.

You thought about coming when the rest of the team did. Price always was family-oriented, given the lack of an actual family at home. You're sure seeing him then would have left you both feeling as warm as you do now.

Hundreds of ideas ran through you all week, none of which seemed to be quite enough. Eventually, your body took a mind of its own at some point in the evening, finding the keys to your car, then the road, and then the hospital. All the way back to your Captain.

The second your eyes land on him, those idle fantasies could be the furthest thing from your mind.

You don't say a word, merely stepping your way over until you've reached the side of his bed. Each step you inched closer brought back every memory, every single experience shared between you two, until you've let it crumble you into your Captain's arms, sinking your face into his chest. You cry.

Price gently wrapped his arms around you as he sighed to himself. A sigh of relief. A sigh that felt as though a new beginning only awaited.

He lets his hands brush over your hair, soothing you in his arms with gentle words he knew would calm you, words he vaguely remembers you once soothing him with, until he's felt you settle in his arms, the warmth of your body reminding him of every bit he's missed of you. Feathery kisses paint the crown of your head, coming down to your forehead, then from cheek to cheek, until Price has kissed away every tear that dared fall from you.

He isn't sure how much time passes with you in his arms. He hadn't been counting, merely dreading its end. His hold would tighten at the slightest adjustment you made, as though afraid of your departure. Price imagines you had enough tears to hydrate all of the Sahara after having held them in for so long.

Price stops his kissing just short of your nose, however, still not having been used to the thought of bringing his lips to yours. He hadn't meant to be hesitant. Your tears only remind him of the wrench that twisted in his gut still.

His gaze carries over to the window once more, seeing the empty courtyard which once moved with such sorrowful life. He can hardly hear the words leave him when he says it.

"I'm sorry..."

You look up at Price, doing your best not to lean on him and open up any old wounds. "Don't be."

He couldn't quite think of the right words to say, now having put himself on the spot like this. All he knows is that he meant it, and that every time he looked back down at you, it was all he could feel.

"I should have done more to keep you safe," he scolds himself. "If I had just- "

"Price," you try and cut in, though the Captain couldn't bring himself to be done so soon. The words spill from him like a dam, broken down by days of guilt and worry spent from that mission, now having you hear to remind him of it.

"This should never have happened-"

"John," you cup his cheek with your hand, bringing his sullen blue eyes to your tearful ones. "It's OK."

Price freezes, his eyes wavering on yours. He sees now how you hold no ill will towards him. How could you? You were just happy he was here and alive. He could feel himself breaking just seeing how easy it was for you to accept him. How much you had just wanted to be at his side.

"OK."

You let you thumb gently carress his cheek, your hand settling softly against his facial hair. And you smile.

"I love you."

That finally does him in. His smile is as soft and fragile as his gaze, the tears beginning to well in his eyes as a tattered breath leaves his lips. He hadn't noticed how long it'd been since he's heard someone else say that to him. How long he's spent wanting to hear someone say it. Hear you say it.

"I love you too," he whispers.

Now it had been your turn to kiss his sorrows away, your lips finding every inch of his face that you could, until they've found his lips in a kiss long burdened by a once willful distance created between you two. Unfamiliar territory for Price, as it's been too long since last doing so. The man feels clumsy and bashful, even as he's felt your love pour through to him at every kiss you give, assuring him of your silent promises to always be here.

Price only knew he never wanted to see you like this again. Broken, hurt, and crying over someone as sorry as him. So long as he lived, that day would never come again.

A week had gone before the hospital let Price out, and two more weeks after that before you both could find a night that you two were actually free to see each other. But the night had felt worth the wait once that day had finally come.

Those two weeks had gone by within the blink of an, if not for them being both monotonous and life-altering all at once. Health aside, work continued as usual, with Laswell and the others all scrambling trying to pick up the pieces from that last op. Price continued to lead, and you continued to happily follow.

The fondness that had grown between you two since returning had not gone unnoticed by the others either. It seemed any chance you had now, you were in the Captain's office. You all but lived in his shadow now. And the Captain wouldn't have you anywhere else. Nowhere that he could not be sure of your safety.

After all he felt he put you through, he wanted tonight to be the love and apology his words felt too meager to express alone. So naturally, one part of that apology had been to spoil you.

You all but freeze when you see the box of chocolates and bouquet of roses he's brought you, a small gesture compared to the giant stuffed teddy bear you saw sitting in the passenger's seat as well. He all but laughs out loud at your reaction, seeing your face turn beat red and a large smile beam across your cheeks. Even better than what he could have pictured.

You always took the man for a romantic, but it had felt like a whole other thing to be on the receiving end of it. Both everything you could have dreamed for and then some. However, it dimmed in comparison to just the sheer magnitude you felt just being able to look across the driveway and see that it was John standing there.

He stood in front of his truck, having gone to the lengths to look good for you, dressed to a T in his white button-down and dark dress pants. He'd forgone the hat, his dark hair as shampooed and pampered as his beard. Had he not still been bandaged up like he'd just been in an accident (which wasn't entirely false), you'd say he looked ready to model for the cover of some male magazine.

And he could only say the same about you.

High heels, low-cut black dress, tight, spaghetti strapped with the little leg slit, just as you had described it to him in the safehouse. Only his imagination couldn't do you justice. At first, It bothered you that your arm-sling ruined the aesthetic you'd been going for. However, you were sure your Captain wouldn't mind. His smile said as much.

"Are those for me?" The absolute joy in your voice when you ask him had nearly been enough to make the man fall in love all over again. "You really know how to make a girl feel special."

Price watches you take the roses and bring them to your nose, as your eyes shut and you take in its scent. Your hum is lovely, expressing every bit of the joy you'd felt from his kind gesture. He thought it silly now, but a small part of him had been nervous as to what your reaction would be.

However, you couldn't think of anything more perfect than this. The many nights you've spent fearing this day would never come, suddenly felt worth all the sorrow and worry it once left behind.

"Thank you."

"This was a long time coming, love," Price wraps his hands gently around your waist, pulling you closer to him, where you can smell the fresh maple scent of his cologne up close. "I figured I'd make it special."

You set the flowers down on the hood of his truck, bringing your hands to the sides of his neck, as your thumbs rest gently against his skin. "No point in wasting any more time then, right?"

Price leans down, letting his lips hover over yours. Away from work, Price often forgot how alluring you were. How your words could sound like candy when saying even the smallest of things.

The Captain's gaze lowers, his breathing steady. He says to you, "Exactly."

His lips find yours, and they kiss you slowly, lovingly, wanting you to know of every bit of adoration he's harbored for you over the years.

It's you who pushes things further first. You let your lips grow more comfortable along his, hugging your body against him, and taking away that last bit of hesitancy refusing to part ways. The last bit of your past selves you wanted to move forward from.

It's not long before Price has crumbled in your touch, his hands holding you tight, doing everything in their power to capture these parts of you he had not wanted to forget. His kisses longed for yours, lingering just a little longer at each one you left him.

You feel his hands slide back to your hips, pressing you roughly against him, as he sighed into your next kiss, tongues grazing. His hands began to slide up your torso, stopping short of your breast.

But then he pulls away.

You look up to him, a bit confused by his sudden hesitation. "Everything OK?" You ask.

Everything is OK. It's more than OK. It feels too good to be true, he'd thought. And it made his heart race as though he were twenty years old again, having found love for the first time. Except there hadn't been a love that felt quite like this.

"How did I get so lucky?" He asks.

You smile and rest your hand to his cheek again. "You're a sap, you know that?"

"We'll be late for our dinner," he purrs. "Lest you keep me tied up like this."

"Fuck the dinner."

@spooky-pomegranate @tapioca-marzipan @deadbranch @random-thot-generator

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[basilone]

'Glide' and 'deep' for our beloved Buck Cleven? Juno xx

The amount of recalibrating I did to keep this away from the gremlin part of the brain that was cryin' out for smut... 🤣I think this one became a lot of fun in its own right, though! It can sort-of be a companion piece to this one, as we take a closer look at Gale during his interrogation and get some scraps of what his bond with my OC Lottie is like. (And apparently, Gale gets a little belligerent when he's in pain. Who knew. 😂)

Glide / deep

His face hurts. He’s pretty sure there’s a tear in his jacket sleeve. His ankle is screaming murder at him until he sits down in a chair that makes the rest of his body hurt with its rigidity. Blood and cotton are waging a war in his mouth.

Spit it up, Gilly. Her voice dances on the periphery of his being, past the sharp cuts and the dull pain that makes him want to curl up into a ball. Don’t hold that in, ain’t good for ya – and if he focuses just enough, he can feel the brush of her thumb on his chin – never swallow a beatin’, Major, just spit it back out. Put it where it belongs.

He sucks in a breath. Spits blood into the glass.

“That is a waste of a good drink,” says his interrogator. Voice too glacial to be disapproving. Voice too controlled to be much of anything meaningful. “Not a man for alcohol, I take it?”

Gale rolls his head back. Looks down his nose at the too-clean desk. Would smile at the small spatters of blood that escaped the glass if he felt his face could still move that way. He can practically feel the glass splinters in his cheek tremble and burrow deeper with each movement.

I need to get that looked at, he thinks, feeling something giddy swoop through his belly at the inanity of the thought. Benny’s going to have kittens about it. Unsanitary.

Out loud, he rattles a breath into the silence. “Buck Cleven,” he says evenly, trying not to wince at the b’s or e’s his mouth is shaping around. “Major.” He pauses. Lets his rank hang in the silence for a moment. “O-three-nine-nine”– he coughs –“seven-eight-two.”

“Buck? You are not Gale Cleven, Major?”

I haven’t been Gale to anyone in a damn long time, asshole. “Buck,” he asserts.

“We need to know you are who our papers say you are, Major.” That same even voice again. Prick. His knuckles itch. “Are you or are you not Gale Cleven?”

Gilly Gale Cleven of the three-five-oh, his mind sing-songs, and he smiles through the pain. “Buck Cleven, Major,” he says again, focusing on the glint of his interrogator’s glasses. Focusing on the slicked-back hair and the self-serving smirk. Lot would be begging to punch him by now – please, Gilly, lemme at him – and his hand nearly curls into a fist in her absence. “O-three-nine-nine-seven-eight-two.”

“I see.”

You can’t see a goddamn thing because that mustachioed knucklehead of a Führer sticks his hand up your ass and makes you parrot his nonsensical bullshit all goddamn day. Gale disguises his snort of laughter as a cough. Remembers Lot’s drawing from about a week ago – sockpuppet Nazis, painstakingly sketched out while tucked against his side in the crush of a too-busy pub – only because the man sitting in front of him now looks like her drawing come to life.

“Something funny, Major Cleven?”

Gale smiles back. You wouldn’t get it.

“I always like a good joke,” the man continues. “You Americans are very funny sometimes. Are you a funny man, Major?”

If he closes his eyes, he can hear Lot’s laughter play into his ears over the persistent radio static he has not quite managed to shake since the crash. He likes that laugh – full, booming, fearless – almost as much as he likes seeing the scrunch of her nose above her mask. Gilly, stop distractin’ me, she’d admonished, reaching over just to slap his arm. We got a ways to go yet, and you ain’t helpin’.

“No, you are not,” concludes his interrogator, who’s clearly never seen Lot’s eyes sparkle with joy over something Gale said. “You are a more serious man. A good pilot, if these tales of you gliding your plane to a landing without engine are true.” His fingers tap a folder that contains far too many papers. Far too many pictures, too. “A studious man with deep thoughts, aren’t you? We appreciate men like you here in Germany, Major.”

Gale summons the blood in his mouth until his gums feel encased by only cotton. Aims. Spits. The desk, once too-clean, spatters red.

“Buck Cleven,” he says, smiling past the pain, feeling the shards of glass dig deeper and deeper into his skin. “Major.” Knows he’ll stay that, even if he won’t fly again. They should promote Lot next, but she’s bound to do something stupid like wind up in the cell next to his. A ways to go, you and me. “O-three-nine-nine”– he laughs –“seven-eight-two.”

“We do not appreciate difficulties, Major.”

You’re gonna hate Lottie when she gets here. “Buck Cleven,” he repeats. I’ll never be Gale in this country. “Major.” And I’ll make damn sure you don’t forget it. “O.” Where are my men. “Three.” Where is Benny, is he okay. “Nine.” How many others survived the crash. “Nine.” All that paperwork and you still don’t know what matters most in a man’s life. “Seven.” Hope Marge will get word back to base that I’m okay once you let me write her a letter. “Eight.” Like an ouroboros, biting its own tail. “Two.”

His one-fingered salute is the loudest thing in this silence.

#masters of the air #gale cleven #basilonefic #listen I could write this man all day every day

[thefuzzzz]

Jasico Bingo Challenge #5!

Prompt: Domestic Fluff

Nico always hated doing the dishes. Something about the chunks of food and boiling water made his skin itch just to think about it.

When he and Jason moved in together, it was made pretty apparent that Nico had an outstanding lack of cooking skills, so he started doing the dishes after dinner to make up for Jason always having to cook.

He hated it every time. However, he never brought it up. He didn't want to make Jason feel bad about him doing the one chore he despised almost every day.

After dinner one late Friday night, Nico tied up his too-long hair into the most pathetic ponytail he'd ever seen and turned on the sink.

Jason, tired from drawing alters all day, padded over on the cold tile and stood behind him. He wrapped his arms around Nico's waist and stooped down to rest his head on the smaller demigod's.

Nico laughed to himself and leaned into Jason's touch. "You're touchy tonight," Nico mumbled, scrubbing a plate. They should really invest in paper plates.

Jason muttered something inaudible. Nico examined the graphite that was almost always on Jason's hands. He should also invest in getting Jason to take more breaks.

Reaching over to place a dish on the drying rack, Nico stifled a sigh. Jason's warmth against him wasn't enough to make this suck any less.

"Thanks for always doing the dishes, Neeks. I know you hate it," Jason muttered, kissing Nico's cheek.

Nico scoffed. "I don't hate it," he said, embarrassed he'd been found out.

"Nico, baby, when you do the dishes you look at them like you're trying to kill them," Jason laughed.

Nico scrunched his nose before laughing along with him. "If you knew I hated it why don't you do it," he laughed, having to put down the dish he was washing to laugh.

Jason laughed more, holding Nico tighter. "You look cute when you're angry," he said.

Nico feigned offense. "You're such a jerk!" he said between giggles, hitting Jason with the wash rag.

After calming down from his laughter a little, Jason decided to add to the offense. "Also, I really like when you tie your hair up. You always do when you do the dishes," he said, still chuckling.

Nico threw his hands up, laughing again. "You could've just asked me to put my hair up!"

"In my defense, I didn't think you would if I asked."

"You're right, I wouldn't. But still!"

Somewhere between laughter and fake arguing, the dishes got done and they retired to their bed.

"I will never forgive you for this betrayal," Nico said, a smile still playing on his lips. He lay with one arm wrapped around Jason's back and the other tangled in his hair.

"You love me," Jason said, tired.

"Not anymore."

They fell asleep soon after. Nico's fingers were still pruny from the dishes, but at least they were also rubbing Jason's scalp.

This is also on AO3:

#jasicobingochallenge2024 #domestic fluff #fanfiction #jasico #fluff #I need to calm down #I’m writing these like someone downing shots at the bar over their tragic past #I can’t stop #I adore them #🪻fanfics

[loonysama]

Future's So Bright

Anna emerges from the courthouse happily single and ready to seize the day, but gets derailed by sun sneezes, a good Samaritan's bandanna, and a really nice ass.

Frozen ~ Kristanna

Rated: T

Words: 695

Read @ AO3 and/or below.

Anna took one last look over her shoulder at the reason she was there.  She rolled her lips together, noting the cut of his suit over his shoulders and the way he leaned over the table like he owned it.  She checked that one white patch on the left side of his chin, less of a blemish and more of a beauty mark, punctuating the best beard she’d ever seen or felt, and marked the way his hair bounced just the right amount as he turned his head.  She weighed all of the best things about Hans, and it wasn’t even a question.

The wooden gavel sounded so final as it echoed in the chamber, and the silence after that rang like eternity.  Until her heels clicked light and easy, as though she weighed no more than a cat stepping into its next life, but they cut through the institutional tiles like claws through red tape the closer she got to the glass doors.

She paused for a deep breath and squinted at the bright light refracting against the glass.  Then she shook her hair out of her claw clip and exchanged it for a pair of sunglasses.  She’d wasted a quarter of her life on that asshole and she was ready for a future as bright as the day.  She took another deep breath and walked outside.  Just as she lifted her face to take in the mid-day sun–

Achoo!

“Gesundheit!” a man said.  

She sneezed four more times and lost her sunglasses, along with control of her hair.  It was more free than she intended, and there was more of it than she remembered.

She wiped her nose on the sleeve of her dress, then paused while her nostrils filled with itch.  She might be free from her husband, but she’d be plagued by sun sneezes the rest of her life.

She didn’t notice the man approach until he handed her a dirty red bandanna, and she scoffed at it as she held her nose.

“You sure?  The always come in-”

“Threes!” she sneezed out, along with one more for good measure.

“By my count, you still have one more,” the man said in an annoyingly self-assured way.

Anna did everything she could for him to be wrong, but sucking it back finally did her in, and she instinctively lifted the bandanna to her nose.  No longer shy about using a stranger's bandanna, she blew the entire contents just like she'd gotten rid of her husband.  Ex-husband.

“It’s a sunny day.  You’re gonna need these,” the man said, perching her rescued sunglasses on top of her head awkwardly.

A little woozy from histamines, she shifted her glasses to hold her hair back and balled the surprisingly soft bandanna up.  She squinted at the man, unsure what to say.  She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea, so she felt for her ring to flash at him, and all she found was a sunken in groove that left her without any excuses to turn him down nicely.

She put her hand flat in front of her and rolled her eyes arrogantly, “Look-”

“You can keep it,” he said.  “Congrats on your recent weight loss, by the way.”

She got distracted by his t-shirt, “KB’s Auto Shop."  She opened her mouth in an “o," and he saluted her causally before strutting away.  

“Wait, what weight loss?” she shouted to his back.

He paused and slowly turned his head before turning his body back to her, then he tipped his head to the side, where Hans walked in a quickened pace.  He was snapping his fingers at his hips the way he only did when he was upset.

Anna slid her glasses to her face and grinned.

She took one more glance at KB, and he looked back at her as if to say, “Your welcome,” and he winked.

For a split second, Anna felt guilty for enjoying that wink.  But then she stroked the groove on her finger and noticed how worn his jeans were, perfectly fitted to his very shapely ass, and she allowed her eyes to linger.

#frozen #frozen fanfic #kristanna #anna #kristoff

[katiescancerjourney]

Anaphylactic Shock, 6/15/22

When I started back on FOLFOX, they said that you can develop an allergy to the main chemo in the cocktail, oxaliplatin - the one that gives you the shitty side effects like cold sensitivity, etc. So as a part of your pre-med drips, they add a healthy dose of Benadryl. It’s pretty awful as you get a drip of steroids right before and the combo is like being on drugs with none of the good parts. I always try to be one with the Benadryl and sleep through the rest of the drips.

I had noticed that whenever the nurses would start the oxaliplatin I would get an itch in my throat but it always went away and I figured that the Benadryl was doing it’s job and went back to sleep. For some reason, this round, my 6th round, I decided to let the nurses know that I always feel that little itch. They definitely seemed annoyed that I hadn’t mentioned this before, totally fair, and I promised to share if it happened again. 

I don’t know why, but I just knew in my gut that this time was going to be the time it didn’t go away.

Sure enough, a few minutes into the oxali drip, I sat up in my chair with shooting pain up and down my back. I probably looked like I was having a seizure as my body convulsed every second to the pain and I couldn’t keep my head up. The nurses ran in, took out my oxali line, pushed anti-nausea meds and more Benadryl and called for an NP. I started dry heaving and went into rigors. I was shaking and dripping sweat and my throat felt fuzzy and foreign, like it wasn’t a part of my body. However, I could breath in and out of my nose and I knew that if I remained calm and focused on my breathing, the meds would kick in in a few minutes and things would be fine. They had an epipen and push of pain meds ready to rock but I asked them to wait because I felt so fucked up from the Benadryl, I couldn’t imagine putting more medicine in me. Sure enough, a few minutes later, sweet relief. I couldn’t really talk and had no motor functions at that point so the nurses let me sleep if off. They woke me up an hour later and I said I was ready to get the fuck home. They were so freaking sweet, even offered to run across the street to Starbucks so I didn’t fall asleep in the Uber home but I felt confident I could get home fine. I did, and spent the rest of the day in bed, loopy as all get out, trying to take in everything that had just happened to me.

As FOLFOX is still such a good chemo, they want to try again, but this time, give me the drip over 8+ hours so see if only little bits at a time will prevent another allergic reaction. 

It’s funny, at first I was so bummed, like damn, I have to be at the treatment center for over 10 hours to get all my drips now? That sucks! I called my friend Sarah who had also had the same reaction to commiserate and whatnot and started to complain about the longer drip and she said “oh wow, you’re so lucky! I wanted to try the longer drip but my side effects were too bad at that point and they wouldn’t allow it” and then I realized, I’m lucky I get to try this bad ass chemo again. Sarah never fails to show me the bright side, like ever. 

#cancersucks #coloncancer #stage4cancer #folfox #cancercomedy #katiesfightclub #katiesmithsfightclub #anaphylactic shock

[susantbraithwaite]

My Unexpected Six-Month Break

Hi there!

Thanks for coming back to the blog after my unexpected six-month break. It’s crazy to think it’s been that long since my last writing-related post!

So, you’re probably wondering what the hell happened. Especially after everything was going so well. A quick recap of what was going so great: I’d finished writing Running the Asset way ahead of schedule, racking up insane daily word counts, and then I decided to dive straight into the editing stage.

Yeah, you’ve probably guessed what happened. If you followed my daily updates, you could probably see it coming.

Me, nope… well… even if I did, I ignored it.

The Dreaded Burnout

Until I burnt out hard, even though I didn’t want to admit it at the time. I’d pushed myself so hard during the final stretch of writing and editing that my body gave out. I had a major Complex Regional Pain Syndrome (CRPS) flare-up that made it impossible for me to even look at my planner, let alone do any work. But, eventually, the flare-up subsided…

But I still couldn’t get the work done. No matter how the guilt of not getting any writing done ate at me, I couldn’t make myself write. Instead, I sank all my energies (the same level of energy I’d put into finishing the manuscript early) into the household things I’d put off or ignored when I’d been focused on writing. I was convinced that once I’d caught up on all the household chores I’d been neglecting, I’d be itching to get back to work.

But that didn’t exactly go according to plan.

The Worst Flu Ever and Etsy

My body had other ideas… enter the flu. I’d never felt so terrible in my life as I did during that bout of the flu. I decided that the best way to get better, faster, was to keep myself occupied for the month I was sick. I’ve always enjoyed using Canva (a graphic design app from Australia), so I played around with that… and might have gone a bit daft with it.

My Timing Sucks!

As much as I enjoyed working on the shop, my characters were calling to me.

I’d ask Siri to play music, and then bam, songs from the soundtrack to Running the Asset would fill the room. Teasing me. (Yes, I’ve got a soundtrack for the book. And, yes, it’s fucking awesome—if you love hard rock, metal, and a wee dash of alternative rock.) Or, I’d be looking for some lost notebook and find Adam’s character sheet staring back at me.

That was it.

I was finally mentally ready to get back to work.

I’d had enough time away from the story.

That’s what I’d needed, wasn’t it?

It was great. For the first time in years, I could leave work behind and focus on enjoying the scenery and the sound of the waves lapping the shore as we walked for miles each day.

The Worstestest Flu Ever

And then, just as I thought things were finally turning around, I got hit with the flu again. This time it was the kind that made that ‘worst flu ever’ seem like a mild cold. I lost all sense of smell and taste, and my hearing went with them. No amount of testing said that it was COVID, but I’ve avoided being near others.

I’m happy to report that I’m on my way out of it now. I can taste things with a strong flavour, and if something is shoved under my nose, I can smell it in one nostril, and my hearing is starting to clear up.

The Break is Over. I'm Ready!

During this time, I’ve come to believe the universe was telling me to slow down and take a physical break. That just changing where I unleash my crazy laser focus isn’t how to take a rest. So, instead of diving into a full schedule of rewrites and edits, I’m easing back into working on Running the Asset--allowing myself a bit longer to get each stage done and taking days off to physically and mentally relax and recharge.

Thank You

I’m going to end this post with a big thank you for your messages asking how I was while I was AWOL. They really meant a lot, and hopefully, I’ve responded to you all personally by now, but if I haven’t (I’m sorry), thank you for your messages.

I’ll be back with a new post on Monday. Remember to hit the follow button to get updates and to see my posts in your Reader feed.

Until then, have a great day! Susan.

This blog was originally posted on https://susantbraithwaite.com/2023/01/04/my-unexpected-break/

#burnout #crps #kirkcaldy #running the asset

[venerex]

lemon tea and home

pairing: jun x f!reader

word count: 1.1k

contains: oral sex (m receiving), fingering

a/n: inspired by jun's recent gym picture. i meant to write filth, but as always this just got fluffy. if you think the oral sex part is familiar - well, that's because i know how to write it only one particular way. not proofread, as always. hi @starlightjoong!

"are you sniffing me?"

jun's question stops you in your tracks, your cheeks reddening when you realize that yes, that is exactly what you were doing. in your defense, he smells really good - fresh off his post-workout shower, the combined scents of his shampoo and bodywash making you bury your nose in the crook of his neck and, well, sniff.

there's a lot to love about sunday mornings - there's no alarm clock blaring to wake you up for work, you can take your time cooking (or trying to cook) your favorite breakfast delights, you can make little trips to the library for your weekly reads, and most of all - you get to have your boyfriend for the whole day.

you had come from your library run to find jun sitting on the couch, looking positively delicious in a black sleeveless shirt and sweatpants that hug his thighs just right. you had all but thrown yourself on him, making yourself comfortable on his lap as the two of you share tidbits about your week, your hands wandering over each other, basking in the familiarity.

at some point, you had tucked your head in the curve of his neck and taken deep whiffs of his scent - your eyes closing as your hands traced his chest, your blood rushing when he groaned lightly at your touches.

"you smell good, okay", you almost whine, hiding your face even further, "you always do, after gym".

"oh you like it?", you wonder why he's surprised, "it's vanilla and lavender, i thought it might be too strong. was going to change it".

"no", you shake your head, your voice serious, "don't change it".

"but what if i want to?", humor seeps into his voice.

"no cuddles from me, then", you sound even more serious, "you'll be a sad cuddle-less puddle on sunday mornings".

"mmm, we can't have that, can we?", he murmurs before pulling your face gently so he can look at you, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

the kiss starts slow, with the two of you exploring each other's mouths, making up for time lost. it escalates soon enough though - one of jun's hands weaving itself in your hair, while the other helps you move your legs so you straddle him - the two of you groaning into the kiss when you grind against his length.

"junnie", you pull back and whisper, holding back a whimper when he tugs on a nipple through your shirt, "wanna suck you off".

"oh baby you don't have to", his fingers twist your nipple, soothing the sting by lightly rubbing the hardened bud, "i want to be inside you. need to feel you".

"please, junnie", you whine, grinding against him. you're not sure why, but you're itching to see your boyfriend's fucked out face as you suck him off.

"okay", he places one last kiss on your lips, his hands pulling at the hem of your shirt, "but i want this off".

you chuckle and stand up, taking your top off in one smooth move, a giddy feeling bubbling inside you when jun curses at the sight of your bra-clad breasts. it's a simple black bra, but your boyfriend has always liked the sight of you in the garment - regardless of how fancy it is.

you kneel in front of him, your hands lowering the waistband of his pants while jun watches with hooded eyes. your fingers run lightly on his length, your breathing getting uneven when he twitches at your touches. you trail kisses from the bottom of his cock to the slit, wrapping your tongue around it and moaning at the taste of pre-cum. your heart warms when you see the muscles in his thighs tensing - he knows you dislike gagging when you suck him off.

finally, you take him in your mouth, stopping just before it gets uncomfortable, letting the familiar weight rest on your tongue for a moment. just when jun's breathing starts to slow down, you start moving - fucking your mouth on his length, basking in his low groans and praises.

"fuck, baby", he moans when you stop to give him a particularly hard suck, "so - so good, god".

his hand gently moves the hair from your face, his fingers wrapping around your mane as he holds it in a makeshift ponytail - not pulling, just holding lightly. his tender touches, coupled with his praises and the intoxicating lavender and vanilla smell have you moaning around his length, and soon enough you feel him twitch on your tongue - a signal that he's close. you take in as much of him as you can and hold it, sucking hard as he whines above you.

"baby - ah -", he whimpers when you hum around his length, "baby -"

you manage to pull back a little just as he comes in your mouth, his spurts hitting your tongue as you hear him shudder, his fingers holding your hair tightening ever-so-slightly. you meet his lidded eyes and swallow, smiling when he whispers a 'fuck' and tilts his head back.

you stand up and straddle him again, pressing light kisses on his jaw as his breathing slows to normal. he cups your cheek and rubs your nose against his, both of you giggling at the action.

"sorry i didn't warn you", he sounds unnecessarily remorseful, "i tried -"

"i know", you cut him off, your fingers reaching up to play with his hair, "i was ready for it".

jun's hands move to squeeze your breasts as his mouth seeks yours, and you feel him chuckle into the kiss when you grind against him.

"mm, i should take care of you", one hand sneaks inside your underwear, stopping right above your clit, "want junnie to take care of you, baby?"

"please", you whimper, your hand pulling his hair lightly.

"you're so wet, baby", his finger circles your clit lightly, "it's been a while since we did this, mm?"

you nod dumbly, your mewls filling up the living room when he finally touches your clit, his soft coos of "i know baby, i know" only spurring you on.

"you know", he says conversationally as his fingers move from your clit to your entrance, pressing lightly, "i like how you smell too".

"huh?", you manage to ask though you're not sure you can comprehend the answer, your mind completely filled with jun - his touch, his voice, his familiarity, his tenderness. and ofcourse, his scent.

"yeah", his finger pushes into you, rubbing your walls slowly as you lean your forehead against his shoulder, "you smell like lemon tea", he presses a light kiss under your ear, "like home".

#jun smut #wen junhui smut #junhui smut #seventeen smut #svt smut

[bubbleey]

Blissed

Pairing: Yoongi x Cat Hybrid!Female Reader

Genre: Smut and fluff; Non-Idol!AU; Established relationship

Rating: +18

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: You decide to voice your want for a family with Yoongi, but is that what he wants?

Warnings: vanilla sex(if that even is a warning), unprotected sex, baby making, dirty talk?(barely), cursing, cockwarming, very fluffy, Yoongi calls you Kit(short for kitten haha so innovative/s)

Notes: I am sorry that I disappeared... once again. Very stressful first semester but this one is going much better and I have a lot more free time. I had the urge to write this fic so I thought why not. I hope you enjoy!

“Ah, right there, ” 

You purred from your spot. It was a beautiful day, really, sun peaking through the shades as you laid you head peacefully on his thighs. His hands skillfully carded through your hair, scratching that special spot behind your ear every once in awhile.

Your tail rhythmically tapped the side of the couch in utter relaxation.

“Yoongi, your hands are pure magic.”

You sighed to the man, more so thinking out loud not expecting a response. He hums from his position, eyes fixed on whatever new show he put on. You tuned out awhile ago, too blissed out to even care.

It’s times like these, spent in peaceful silence and pure content, where you’re reminded that this is who you want to spend the rest of your life with. It feeds that itch in the back of your mind lately and it’s what has you tugging yourself out of his embracing and perching yourself on his lap.

Your gaze meets his, now eye to eye and you take in his face for a moment.

“Hi”

You whisper with a small grin, not wanting to break the quiet atmosphere. He peels his eyes open teasingly, returning your smile.

“Hello to you too Kit”

Is his response as he pecks your nose, travelling across your face to all the small beauty marks and imperfections that he loves so much. You chuckle out of giddiness and the sudden display of affection. But, you won’t let the man deter you.

“Yoongi…”

You say, his conquest to litter your face in love not quite finished.

“I’ve been thinking…”

“You’ve been thinking...”

He parrots, conquest complete as his gaze has returned to your eyes. You almost lose your train of thought at the pout that he sports with a glint of confusion.

“I’ve been thinking that maybe it’s time we expand.”

You say searching his eyes for a reaction.

“Expand? Like a construction project?”

He teases, clearly amused and on a mission to state exactly what it is that you want. You roll your eyes.

Should’ve expected a smartass reply.

“Yeah, exactly like that. You know what maybe I’ll Jungkook if he wants to help instead.”

You say, playfully pushing his chest as if you’d willingly leave his embrace. But, as feline as you are Yoongi has always been the swifter one go you two. You can barely blink before your position has been shifted, Yoongi now hovering over you as your back hits the couch cushions.

“Wanna try answering that again?”

He huffs, no actual threat in his tone but enough to illicit that familiar heat in your body. Your reply’s on the tip of your tongue when he leans down to leave open mouth kisses along the lining of your next, reaching that sweet spot that he knows oh so well. He takes his time licking and sucking until your neck is littered in color.

“Yoongi-”, you drawl as you lean your head back, allowing him access to more your neck. He seems content with his work, pecking each blossoming mark that’s undoubtfully going to need heavy makeup to cover tomorrow.

He hums in satisfaction at his work and raises his head to meet your blown out gaze. A moment passes before your released from whatever hold he seems to have on you before your back to your original mission.

“Yoongi, I want to start a family with you”, you say while your fingers mindlessly tug and twirl the hairs at the nape of his neck. You sigh, knowing that he wants you to explicitly say the words that he already knows.

“Let’s have a baby… or two.”

You’re curious what he’s thinking, he’s seems to be in thought but you can’t quite read his expression. You decide to listen to the steadiness of his heartbeat to distract from the pounding of your own. You’re so focused that you if it weren’t for your sensitive hearing, you would’ve missed the quiet mumble that escaped him.

“Ok,”

He leans down to connect your lips in a soft kiss, one that leaves you connected.

“You can have whatever you want angel.”

Is the last thing he says before descending down your body from neck to navel. He stops just below your covered breasts, pushing your shirt up your torso to expose your braless figure. He meets your eyes as he pecks your soon-to-be round stomach.

“I can’t wait to knock you up.”

He says, making direct eye contact with you eliciting a wanton moan at the thought of him filling you up. You attempt to roll your hips from your position but it’s no use as his pelvis is pinning you down in your place.

“Yoongi please,”

You say, once again attempting to roll your hips. This time he lets up, letting you grind your clothed core against his. He lets out a small moan at the friction. His hand grips your hip as he now works his in tandem with yours, doubling the pleasure. You’re moaning unabashedly now, but you need more.

He seems to become aware of your need, sitting back on his knees to be able to pull your shorts along with your underwear down your legs. He takes the time to remove his as well quickly before returning to his rightful place in between your legs.

His fingers trail up your body to your neck before they move further up to your mouth, presenting his fingers to your lips. You open your mouth, wrapping your lips around his fingers and loudly moaning when you feel his bare cock rub perfectly against your clit. You muffle a please around his fingers, begging for some relief. You can feel his cock twitch against you, incredibly hard and leaking from the sight of your mouth sucking his fingers as you would his dick.

He removes his fingers from your mouth, a line of spit connecting them. He leans down once again to place a much more heated kiss on your lips, distracting you from the journey his hand was making. His fingers reach your clit, leaving a light smack that causes you to jolt. It’s not long before he’s rubbing your clit the way he knows you like so well. Soon he’s traveling his fingers down to your entrance, shallowing fucking your walls open while he nips at your lips. His thumb finds purchase on your clit, setting a pace with his fingers that has you moaning.

Just as you’re about to start rolling your hips against his fingers when he decides to abruptly remove them. He rubs his fingers against your pussy, collecting your wetness before wrapping his hand around his length and giving himself a few quick pumps. He quickly enters you, bottoming out and groaning at the sensation of hitting your cervix.

Your hand finds purchase in his hair again, tugging his down for a kiss. It’s sloppy with need but you couldn’t care less. His hips lower against you, pressing his pelvis directly against yours. He’s grinding into your pussy, stimulating your clit at a rate that has you coming undone.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

He groans, lifting his hips to now set a brutal pace as he seeks his high. The aftershock of your orgasm still lingers as your walls repeatedly tighten around him. He quickly reaches his high, filling you up as he moans your name softly. He gives a few languid thrusts relishing in the soft kiss that you pull him down for.

You expect him to remove himself but instead, he repositions himself under you so that you’re cuddling.

“Yoongi,”

You start to whine, starting to feel sticky and gross. His hand makes its way to your hair, effectively finding that spot behind your hair and scratching knowing that it’ll shut you up.

“Can’t risk it.”

Is his only explanation before dozing off and not long before you do too.

#bts fic #bts smut #bts fanfiction #bts yoonji #bts suga #bts fluff #bts hybrid fanfic #bts x reader

[subwaysurf45]

Love You to the Moon and Back

summary: Bucky notices you’re feeling down after a bad injury, he does his best to help.

words:  3817

warning: depressive episode, doctors, mainly fluff!

pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Masterlist!

Bucky could tell you were getting bad again. 

And it hurt him to see you like this but it always happened after a big mission, your job was traumatizing and it took a toll on all of you. Bucky knew he had his days but he also knew when you finally let yourself slip it was really bad. 

You were a very headstrong person, you didn’t like letting people see your weaknesses or just you being hurt in general. So it sucked when you had broken your shin and witnessed a school of kids get blown up by a bomb, maybe sucked is an understatement but it was what you always said. 

You had pretended to be a teacher because there was supposed to be a hit on most teachers at a private school, so when the school blew up before everyone was out of the building- including you -it left the memories very crystal clear. There was no way of saving everyone so you saved yourself, and the feeling of selfishness had never been more apparent than right now. You were lying in bed with a cast on your left leg, your left leg was on top of the duvet while the other leg was under. 

A tank top and shorts was all you wore even though you were cold. A pillow was placed between your legs down by your shins to keep the injured one elevated, Bucky had stuck it there the last time he came in to check on you. 

Speaking of Bucky, he walked into your shared room in the compound. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Bucky cooed as he gently opened and closed the door without making any sound, you had become hyper-aware to sound and light so a loud noise or a flash of a camera could send you into a state of hysterics. Bucky sat himself at the edge of the bed at around your midsection, you were lying in the middle and facing him. You barely said hello, all you could muster was a groan that had the same rhythm as the word hello. “How’s my girl doing?” Bucky rubbed your thigh very carefully. 

It was so obviously a rhetorical question, you were absolutely shit and he knew it. You both just stared at each other and Bucky seemed to get the message, he nodded and looked down. The room was so dark from the lights being off and the curtains being pulled you barely registered that Bucky had a plate of cheese, apple slices, and crackers. Bucky saw you turn your nose up and he knew you would, you had been like this for what felt like weeks. 

“You have your two appointments today, you wanna use the crutches or the wheelchair?” Bucky asked as he gently caressed your thigh, a little hum came after a few sections to clarify this wasn’t rhetorical. 

“I don’t know,” you mumbled into your pillow. 

“Okay…” Bucky held onto the last syllable, he glanced over to the wheelchair and crutches. “How about you have a little snack and then when you got food- and I’ll get water -you can make your choice. You also know you can switch and I’ll be glad to grab it for you, alright?” he did a few quick pats on your thigh before setting the plate down on the bedside table, he grunted as he stood up and stuck his arms slowly beneath you. All Bucky did was sit you upright to eat, you had gotten better at eating and now didn’t need motivation to eat but just a little push at the beginning to keep going after the first bite. Bucky also found if he ate a few pieces from the plate you’d be more inclined to eat the rest. 

“Thanks,” your voice was low and barely audible. 

“No need, pretty lady,” Bucky got right beside you and grabbed the plate, he placed it between you and let you choose the first piece. “So, you’re at the doctor at two and then Doc at three-ten, do you wanna nap between for a little or for a while after?” he just took a cracker and plopped it into his mouth. 

“No, no nap between, I wanna sit outside Doc’s office like before to make sure I’m not late.” You mumbled and stacked a piece of cheese on an apple slice. Doc was your therapist that was assigned to you a little while before your injury, Bucky wasn’t the only one who got nightmares and manic episodes; you probably got them more. Bucky knew he couldn’t go into your therapy meeting, he could physically go in but it went against his morals, this was your time to be alone and completely vulnerable to a human that you only see one or twice a week, he didn’t want you to sugar coat anything just because he wa sitting there. 

Bucky nodded and hummed before pulling the notebook out of the bedside table’s drawer, your combat backpack which you used for everything between missions and a picnic in the park was curled over itself in the corner of your room. Bucky picked it up and headed back to bed to let it rest there as he packed. He did this when you weren’t injured, Bucky had sadly realized your memory was a little shot from the amount of bootleg brainwashing and head injuries. You’d constantly forget about appointments or missions, or even the date. 

“Baby, I told you, your birthday is today, that’s why I got flowers.” Bucky said and pointed to the counter with the bright flowers on it. 

“No…” you rubbed the front of your head. “My birthday isn’t today, I forget the day- but it’s not today, I swear.” 

He slid in your journal that you used to write down lists and memories, you had used a guitar pick as your bookmark even though you can’t play anymore. Sometimes when you’d show up to a therapy session you’d forget what you wanted to say, it hurt him when he’d walk you there and you’d be saying the list of things under your breath with your eyes closed. Nightmare, mom, picking my nails, ankle, nightmare, sand, flowers. 

“We gotta go soon, anyways, wanna get ready for the day?” Bucky softly asked, there was no nice way of telling your loved one they needed to shower. 

“Sure,” you looked down at the plate and grabbed the last of it before getting up, the apple and cheese was just curled in the palm of your hand, as you walked over you shoved it all into your mouth because you knew you had to shower and you didn’t like soggy cheese. 

“I’ll keep packing your bag, and I’ll fill a water bottle for you.” Bucky had been your human crutch as you walked to the bathroom, you had an itch down in your cast that was bugging you. 

Tony had wanted to add tech to the shower to help you stand because putting pressure on your left leg hurt after three minutes and seven seconds- not that you were timing to see how long you could go without collapsing. You had said no to tech and just asked for a bar, Bucky even thought it would be cool but it was all up to you. 

Bucky helped you slip out of your clothes before leaving you be, he knew he would have to check on you periodically because you were too stubborn to ask for help if you had fallen or couldn’t get in the shower. You gripped onto the metal bar and helped yourself slip in, you turned the water on right away. 

You liked warm, long showers. You just let the water hit your skin as you stood in front of the shower head, the water pressure was high so you let the bullets hit your face when your eyes were closed. Your hair got wet as you stood there, you reached for the bottle of shampoo and expected it to be where it always was. The was getting into your eyes and when you squinted to see where the bottle was everything was double, as you reached for the bottle you had actually reached for the fake double and knocked the bottle off the ledge. A loud thump rang through the bathroom and it sounded like a bomb. 

There was one second of silence before you heard scrambling from outside the bathroom door, all at once you could see the door swing open by its shadow through the curtain. The curtain was pulled back so hard a couple of ringlets holding it up were ripped off. 

“Baby?” Bucky yelled before he registered you were standing upright. ��What?” he breathed heavily, he was completely expecting you to be passed out on the floor with a cracked skull. 

“Shampoo bottle,” you said meekly. 

“Oh, thank god…” Bucky sighed to himself as he reached down to pick it up. “Are you hurt at all, did you fall?” He placed the bottle back on the ledge which made him reach across your naked body, on his way back his hand touched your shoulder then went to cup your cheek and move your head to look at him. 

“I’m all good, babe.” You smiled, an exhausting smile. 

“Alright, back-is-packed, finish up and I'll help you over to physio, alright?” Bucky closed the curtain to give privacy but waited for a verbal answer. 

“Perfect, thank you.” You grabbed the bottle again, your heart ached for him to be in the shower with you, it was something you did all the time before you were injured. 

“Don’t thank me, pretty lady.” Bucky reached for the door and opened it, before he could walk out, your voice quietly called his name, he could barely hear it over the water in the shower. “Yes?” he replied with the same softness. 

“Stay here with me, please.” the ‘please’ came after a beat, and extra plea. 

“Always,” Bucky sat on the toilet seat and gave the company you needed as you tried to stick your finger down your cast to itch that one spot on your leg. 

*****

Soon enough you were sat in the physio room, Bucky was off to the side with paper work in his lap and a binder in your backpack he packed for you. You liked the moral support when you were here because you never really had the best experience with doctors, Bucky would act like he wasn’t even there. That was a good thing, he did need to be the hovering boyfriend all the time because that can get tiring for both parties. He’d look up and listen to the doctor near the end, Bucky would write down the exercises and when to do them so he could gently remind you later. 

“Alright, you’re gonna get a new cast next week,” the doctor smiled at you, when you didn’t pick up on the excitement the doctor’s smile faded. “That means three quarters done!” Bucky had looked up and smiled, even clapped a couple times. 

“Then I have to learn how to walk again,” that was an exaggeration but it didn’t feel like one. 

The doctor gave a knowing look, “why do I feel like you’re already walking without the crutches?” You didn’t say anything because it was true. 

Your leg was examined and x-rayed, Bucky held onto your necklace as you went in. Your mind faded in and out as the doctor spewed ‘doctor stuff’ at you, you just didn’t have the care to listen; but Bucky did. He’s the type of guy to take notes and research later. 

Bucky would look over and see you looking at the floor, not even paying attention. He knew he couldn't get mad at you, you both dealt with injury very similarly. But something about seeing you shut down entirely made his heart ache, he wanted to reach out and lift the corners of your lips up into a smile because they seemed like they were being weighed down, he couldn’t remember the last time you smiled and real smile. He hadn’t been going on mission to keep you company, but now he knew his most important mission.

He walked you over to your therapy session that was still in the building, your Doc would come to the Avenger tower. He’d walk you right to the door of some random debrief room and kiss you goodbye. Bucky would hold your shoulders and gently rub your arms to hype you up before going in, he gave his little speech and said the same thing after. 

“You know I love you, and I know it’s hard.” he’d then kiss your cheeks and forehead. “I’ll be right here when you’re done, don’t even sweat it, pretty lady.” He then wouldn’t leave until the door closed and he heard muffled voices. 

The tower was right in the heart of the city, everything he needed was right there and a walking distance away. He slipped on a long sleeve and his gloves, he knew you took the backpack but you also had reusable bags, he took a few and headed out into the summer heat, it wasn’t humid today which was great but it wasn’t cold either. The tote bag was slung over his shoulder, all that was in it right now as a list. 

flowers 

chocolate

card

stuffed animal 

To call Bucky a romantic would seem weird to someone who only knew of him from the news or a museum, you knew him as a total hopeless romantic. Even in the 40’s, Bucky was the type of person to keep their walls up until he really got to know and trust you. It would normally be one little thing that would allow him to truly be himself around someone, he let his guard down that day you were walking to the restaurant he made a reservation at, Bucky placed himself so that arm or hand you’d hold would be his right but when you caught on you walk around him and looped both arms around his left, metal arm. After that, he was goner. 

He’d leave little sticky notes everywhere, a blue square paper in the coffee mug that read: ‘make sure you only drink one cup!’ or another on your shampoo bottle: ‘you look great naked ;)’. Bucky knew the little things mattered to you and vice versa, he knew that grand gestures didn’t mean anything without a little kiss that came before. 

The flower shop smelt great, Bucky didn’t know much about plants but he knew which ones you’d like. He was thinking of putting one on each bedside so whenever you’re lying in bed- which was a lot -you could look at some pretty flowers. They were a nice shade of purple and the stems were not too long, Bucky bought them and put them gently in his tote bag before heading over two stores to the grocery store you always shop at.

He was envyus of your clean eating, you’d eat what you want but you’d shop at fermer’s markets and organic stores. Bucky didn’t know it made a difference. He went to the frozen section and found chocolate covered strawberries. Bucky picked up a little pack of eight and headed to the front. There were also flowers there but they didn’t look nearly as nice. All he wanted was a very simple cute card with a blank inside, they were easy to find. It was cream coloured with a little sketch of a fuzzy, brown teddy bear holding a yellow balloon. All it said in dainty cursive at the top was: “look at you go!” Bucky knew this was perfect. Near the cards were little toys and stuffed animals. He found a bear that looked eerily similar to the one on the card but without the balloon. 

As he walked into the Avenger’s tower the bag was full and he had enough time to spare to set things up. Bucky headed to the rooms and made the bed, he changed the sheets as well because he knew you liked them when they were crisp. The teddy sat right in the middle with the card next to it. Bucky had written a little note that covered the entire right side of the card. He got a bowl from the kitchen and filled it with ice, he also found that white wine you liked and stuck it on there with the strawberries just to keep them cool but not melted. 

Bucky glanced at his watch and felt almost giddy as he realized it was time to head over to the conference room, he had to work on not giving it away when he’d first see you with his wide smile. The walk to the room was quick because of how fast Bucky was walking, he turned the corners sharp and almost jogged down the hall down the meeting rooms. He only stood there for about three seconds before the door slowly opened, Doc had opened the door and helped you out. Bucky’s smile turned into complete worry when you walked out holding a tissue to your nose, your eyes were red and puffy. Bucky also noticed that your fingernails were red and bleeding, that was one habit you were currently trying to break. 

“What’s going on?” Bucky asked in quiet disbelief, his eyebrows almost touching. 

Doc gave a curt nod, “we talked about a lot of things,” her answers were always so vague. 

You sniffled and waited for Doc to leave down the hall, Bucky was still looking at you. His hands held your shoulders and gently massaged the answer out of you. 

“It was a good cry, I needed that.” you sighed from exhaustion. 

A little piece of Bucky’s heart broke, if you needed to have a good cry then you could have told him, he would’ve listened. Bucky started to go back and see where it went wrong, if he was too overbearing and if this whole afternoon he had planned was created at a very wrong time. He wanted to ask what he did wrong but what came out was different. “Well that’s good to hear, I know Doc is good at that- helping you out.” His words were true but something about the delivery made it seem uneasy. 

“I just-” you looked to the ceiling and hoped to find the words you needed written there. “I like flushing it all out to her because I won’t see her for a week and I don’t need to keep up with what I’m feeling. I always cry to you but Doc is just really good at explaining how I feel, you’re there to validate it and make me feel soothed.” You held his left hand as you both walked down the hallway. “I feel lighter, like, I feel better.”

“That’s always good, sweetheart,” Bucky made sure you were putting weight on him because you didn’t bring your crutches but you really should have. “I have a little treat for you,” He turned to face you when you both stood at his door, Bucky kept his hand on the door handle. “I know it’s been a rough few weeks but I hope you know I love you all the same, and all I see is my strong, beautiful girlfriend.” Bucky saw your confused face, as he opened the door to reveal a dim lit room with flowers, wine and a teddy your eye welled up with tears again. 

You gasped and put your hands on your chest, “for me?” your voice shook as you walked in, you peered into the ice bucket to see your favourite wine and some food as well as a card beside the ice bucket, under the teddy. Tears flowed down your face as the feeling of being overwhelmed washed over you, you could barely string a sentence together. A hand waved the gifts all away, “too much,” was all you could muster. 

“No, baby,” Bucky smiled, he walked over and pulled you into a hug. “Nothing will ever be too much for you.”

He let you cry in his chest for a very long time, you both ended up sitting on the edge of the bed as he stroked all the way up your back. His hand would bunch up your hair as he went up to your neck. His lips were right at your ear, all he whispered were sweet nothings and a calming ‘shh’ once and a while. When you had a little composure Bucky reached for the card, as you read it your lips trembled even more. A hand stayed glued to your heart as your body warmed at loving words, you could barely read it with blurry vision from the tears but it still seemed crystal clear. Your finger traced over the signature: ‘love you to the moon and back, Bucky’. And you crumbled again, your forehead hit his chest as you cried away all the pent up emotion you thought you flushed out at your therapy session. 

With all the crying you were so tired, Bucky had thrown on a movie you two could watch while enjoying your strawberries and wine. You only had two and half a cup before you were snoring on Bucky’s shoulder, he tried to nudge you a couple times but nothing worked at all. He watched the movie on his own and saved the last two strawberries for you in the morning. You didn’t even wake up at him getting up and leaving the room. When he came back he got you out of your day clothes and into something comfy. 

*****

You woke up to the sun hitting your back, when your eyes opened they focused on the flowers and a smile graced your face. It was the first time in a long time since you smiled with your eyes, a little giggle even slipped out. 

At that sound Bucky walked out of the bathroom, “well there she is,” he smiled wide. 

“What does that mean?” you wiped the drool from the side of your mouth, “I had a nap, a really good one, too.” You seemed to be bragging. 

“A nap? Baby, it’s eight.” Bucky raised his eyebrows. 

“Ya, I fell asleep at about five so I had a three hour nap, no biggie.” You rolled on your back and stretched out, your gaze moved back to Bucky when you heard a giggle, “what?” you laughed back. 

“Eight in the morning, the next day. Your three hour nap was actually a well deserved fifteen hour hibernation.” Bucky joined you on the bed. 

“That’s why I feel so good,” you sighed, you looked over to Bucky and swatted his chest at his little smirk. “Don’t think like that.” 

“I bet I can make you feel just as good-”

You cut him off with a kiss.

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[aenaxes]

dream perfect

[howzer x afab!reader] you can't sleep. and if you can't sleep, neither can howzer.

warnings: nsfw, cunnilingus, fingering

w/c: 1.9k

a/n: lol this was supposed to be a warm up exercise for the request prompts in the queue but i got carried away :/ anyways i think i need to write a pt.2 hehe

You like to think you’ve been running the motions of a pretty convincing stillness. Waiting a few minutes in between each turn from your back to your side and back again, you squirm under the anchoring weight of Howzer’s arm draped over your hip.

It’s going to be another long night.

And yet, for all your strategic shifting and careful restlessness, a few minutes shy of the hour, Howzer’s breathing stutters, and he stirs around you.

“Mn, cyare?” he mumbles, tongue heavy with sleep. “Y’still awake?”

Guilt, queasy and cold, creeps up your throat. The perpetual vigilance of active duty left behind, leave days replace that sharp attention with something heavy and warm that settles around Howzer’s shoulders and keeps him asleep through even the most resonant of storms. That your slight movements have apparently awoken him where thunder would not warms the apples of your cheeks in something equal parts concerning and embarrassing.

“It’s fine,” you respond weakly. “Can’t sleep is all.”

“Can’t sleep?” Howzer repeats past a groan as he shifts onto his side to face you. In the low neon lights of the Coruscant night, you can make out the ease of his features, his frown more of a boyish pout that carries with it a gentle insistence, concern. His fingers squeeze over the soft slope of your waist, and he yawns. “That’s no good.”

“It’s alright,” you say, and you punctuate your low murmur with a quick peck over the corner of his mouth. “You should go back to sleep.”

“Not without you,” he huffs in response. He takes the moment to shuffle closer, closing what little space lies between you to press close against your chest and bring his arms around your shoulders. You feel the tip of his nose press just above your hairline, and when he speaks again, his voice rumbles low and warm over your head. “What can I do, mesh’la? Tell me how I can help.”

“I’ve tried just about everything; I’m not sure there’s anything else left to do except to wait it out,” you sigh into his collar. With an insistent wiggle of your shoulders, you pull away just enough to meet his puppy-eyed consternation, soft with sleep and softer still as you bring your fingertips to the sharp lines of his jaw and offer him a lopsided smile.

For a moment, Howzer seems to take your defeat at face value, his expression deflating. Then, he makes a low noise that crinkles over the bridge of his nose and settles on the smile teased over his lips.

“I have an idea.”

Even with sleeplessness taunting you through the gaps in the blinds, you can’t help but laugh, leaning forward to gently nudge your forehead up against Howzer’s cheek. You know that look by heart, that coy glimmer finding home in his dark eyes as he pretends to fight his growing grin.

“Howzer, really, I’m fine,” you say, reaching up and stroking over his dark curls. “Go back to sleep. Besides, I’m off tomorrow.”

“We’re both off, cyare,” Howzer chuckles.

From under the covers, you feel him slide his hand from where it rests between your shoulders, battle-weary callouses no less warm as they drag over your form. He pauses where the hem of your shirt and the waistband of your shorts part, rubbing gentle motions into the exposed skin, comforting, grounding, seeking invitation.

You shiver under his touch. Anticipatory delight shocks up your spine.

“Let me help,” he implores.

“Okay.”

The last breath barely has enough time to pass through your lips before Howzer’s rising to his knees and pushing the pillowy duvet somewhere off to the side of the bed. There’s the careful composure of propping your head up against a second pillow and lifting your hips to tug your shorts down past your ankles. But rife through his gentle deliberation—tension, need, finds home in his posture as he squares his shoulders, plants his palms on your knees, and pushes your thighs open.

Your breath hitches as cool air rushes between your thighs. First instinct has always demanded a shy squeak, your hands itching to cover yourself as you lie spread open before him in the low light.

But you know better.

When Howzer’s shoulders drop with a quivering sigh, when his eyes flutter shut and open again with that precious disbelief that this was real, that this—that you were his, bashful chastity withers in the face of desire.

“So pretty,” Howzer breathes low, almost as if to himself, and swallows hard enough that you hear from the crown of the bed. A moment longer, he stares transfixed, then looks up to you with nothing short of a plea glittering in his eyes. “Please. Let me help.”

“Want you,” you whimper. “Howzer, I—”

Your voice cracks, reduced to a choked cry that swallows the rest of your words when, as soon as your assent reaches his ears, Howzer dips low, pressing a brief kiss to your clit before he drags the flat of his tongue from the fullest swell of your cunt and back up to press another kiss at the crown of your thighs.

“Good?” Howzer asks, his breaths puffing warm over the slick of his spit smeared over your throbbing cunt. No matter how many times you do this, you can’t seem to shake that delicious tremble as you feel the air between his lips and your cunt practically vibrate under his voice.

“Y-Yeah,” you mumble.

He responds by wrapping his lips over your clit, coaxing another stuttering moan from your tongue. But it’s not enough, with him it never is, and your hips buck up as he brings the calloused pad of his forefinger just under his chin, sliding it through your cunt. It only makes the growing core of want burn hotter when you feel his rumbling laughter shock through your skin.

Your eyes fly open at the first gentle push of his thick finger into your cunt, sinking into you with almost embarrassing ease. When his palm pushes up against your skin, he crooks his finger up, grinding up against the soft bundle of nerves that has you sobbing his name. Howzer only takes your soft noises as encouragement. He seals his lips over your skin and laps at your clit with a renewed vigor.

It doesn’t take long for him to pull his soaked finger from your cunt and push back in with a second. He finds a rhythm as soon as he fucks as deep as he can go, sucking over your clit while he curls the rough pads of his fingertips over the spot that makes your vision white out again and again.

Howzer sinks his fingers knuckle-deep, but instead of pulling back, the satisfying burn of stretch sears through your core as Howzer parts you open and lifts off of your clit with an almost comically wet sound. You know exactly what he’s going to do, but it makes it no less thrilling when his nose brushes over your clit, and he fucks the firm taper of his tongue between his fingers.

You arch off the bed with a wanton cry, barely coherent enough to understand the crooning words of praise Howzer slips in between fucking his tongue into your cunt and taking gasping breaths of air. You cry out again, and he moans into your cunt with you.

You feel blindly for him, and Howzer knows, he knows. He grabs your wrist and fumbles as he pulls his tongue from your cunt and continues to pump his fingers into you. Finally, the burning coil of desire cresting higher, higher in your gut, he finds purchase and slides his fingers between yours. You squeeze once, he squeezes back, and you moan as his tongue laps over your clit again.

He opts for a maddeningly fast pace, alternating between pressing his tongue deep as it can go into your cunt and rolling it over your clit. All the while, he keeps an unrelenting rhythm with his fingers, pulling you apart artful stroke by artful stroke as he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand.

He drinks you in like a man parched, head bobbing with each heaving swallow. His arm is your only anchor as you squirm under its weight and desperately grind back against his tongue. It’s toeing the line of overstimulation fucked dumb. And it’s all you could ever want as his tongue presses deep, as deep as it’s gone all night, and pushes you over the edge.

You come over his tongue with a shuddering cry, neighbors be damned, and squeeze your hand down hard over his. He squeezes back, groaning into your cunt, telling, promising, he’s here, he’s here, for you, for you as pleasure closes around you and swallows you whole.

At last, after a brief eternity of the kind of bliss that drives bone deep, Howzer pulls away, pressing one last kiss to your clit before pulling back and breathing in long and deep between your quivering legs.

He presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, his lips warm, wet as they mouth silent appreciation into your skin. (They are words you do not think you will ever truly know, the ancient poetry of the warriors who came before him, but they reach you deep to your core.) When his lips still, and his eyes flutter open, Howzer lifts his chin just enough to meet your gaze.

“Think you can sleep now?”

As much as you want to laugh (because what kind of question was that with your heart beating loud enough for him to hear?), you’re too winded to do anything else but shake your head.

“Good,” Howzer laughs, running his tongue over the slick smeared over his fingers. The fluorescent brilliance of the Coruscant nightlife filters through your window, glimmering obscene over the mess of your arousal and his spit as he parts his lips and sucks them clean.

Your mouth waters.

Sugar sweet desire breaks over your tongue, though you might more aptly call it greed—in want of tasting yourself on him; in want of feeling his fingers dig into your skin when he pulls you close and licks over your teeth; in want of bending you, breaking you, then pulling you back together again, gilded kintsugi lacquered strong by a soldier’s hands.

Howzer pulls his fingers from his mouth with a loud pop and flicks his eyes to yours as you peer up at him through lidded eyes. Half-closed they may be, but they are far from heavy with the sleepy taunts of before.

You both know sleep is the last thing on either of your minds.

Rising up to his knees, he twists out of his shirt and flings it off somewhere into the far reaches of the room. One moment he’s standing tall at the base of the bed, the next, he’s leaning close and sliding one palm from where your thighs part up to where he kisses over your neck.

You whimper softly as you feel his fingers curl over your pulse, helpless in the best of ways as Howzer pulls back to sit back and admire your expression. In return, he offers you the smile you’ve come to love most, barely there on his lips, brimming in his eyes, adoration divine.

Then, soon in its place, always: hunger.

“I’m not done with you just yet.”

#howzer says itadakimasu 🙏 #also if u know the inspo for the title i am offering my hand in marriage immediately #howzer gives the best head in the gar and that’s it! no one else beats this mans head game #u thought fives was good? he learnt from howzer baby! #learnt? learned? idk man #anyways when will yaeji write ns//fw without being poetic? the answer is never #howzer x reader #captain howzer x reader #the clone wars x reader #yaej.writes

[muffindaddystyles]

Summary: Y/N's feeling icky about her body, but Harry loves her to bits and pieces, through thick and thin, in health and sick — and he always waits for her to come back to him.

TW: Body dysmorphia.

Y/N's healthy.

All she sucks in is having a sane sleeping schedule due to her UNI otherwise she eats natural goodies, cook and bake home because it comforts her more that way and she works out every evening to stay fit.

Sometimes though, she’s lazy and lacks behind which’s proper humane but deep down it effects her and her mental health more than she admits and she isn’t able to start over again – it mostly happens after her periods.

Harry loves her the way she’s.

Even if she’s clumsy, bumbling, procrastinating, overly enthusiastic to mend her life at 3 am, snotty and sloth-y in her periods, confident and positive around people, kind and loving whenever she comes to meet him, whiny and cuddly when she’s sick, jealous and grumpy with his attention not on her —- he loves her in every way possible, to rivers and to sea his love could never stutter for her ever.

He loves how she’s not overly toned, having soft squishy spots which Harry undeniably wants to admire and kiss shamelessly amount of times -- like -- her plummy pretty thighs that Harry likes to nestle his head in-between making her wriggle and squirm under his grasp, her overly cute tummy that Harry dies to pepper sweet adoring kisses and petal his lips round her belly button, everytime they’re cuddled up his bicep’s always looped her around her tummy to feel it rising up and down in calm rhythm, and oh! her tender titties, they’re actually his favourite babies and he loves to fondle them in his big calloused palms brushing his thumb over the sensitive perky nub and basks in the glittery whimpery mewls of hers.

He loves that she’s curvy and gives zero fucks if she’s skinny or not.

He thinks his baby’s perfect.

So perfect he actually feels the bubbling of devotion and affection filling to the brim of his heart’s chambers and leaking out and upon his ribs tickling him.

Y/N's his person and he worships her with his whole heart.

From some days though, she’s feeling devastatingly insecure about all her things Harry’s in love with and she has no-control over it how much she tries.

Harry’s observing that all with optimism (one of his great quality's that like a lion sly about his prey, he keeps an eye on everything but pretends otherwise). He has his intense gaze fixed on her when she’s taking a look of herself in the mirror for rather too long, running her hands down her body and practically shuddering.

He glances from over his laptop and drops everything he's doing watching her go monkies, sweating buckets and over exercising than her usual time.

He brings her closer and infront of him, pressing her to his chest and coiling his forearm around her shoulders whining a, “Baby..!” when they were brushing their teeth and despite of standing beside him and teasing him occasionally like she usually does she stuffs her face into the crest of his back and hides herself there to have minimal contact with her reflection in the mirror.

Her body dysmorphia spiking dangerously high.

“Deprived me of your cuddles. woke me up so early, granny.” She huffs lying through her teeth and how much his embrace was strong enough to keep her in place she still managed to wiggle out taking her previous cosy position, but he could feel her muscles tensing and an awkward silence falling over them.

He didn’t pry much. He wants to give her as much space as she requires to come back to him hale and hearty, as she always does and whatever happens he never forgets to remind her how much he loves her every night.

..

They were watching rom-coms on Netflix back to back with her curled up into his side with a spongy white wool knitted blanket thrown over them and his cheek was smashed atop her head popping in peanuts every now and then when out of certain she spoke pointing at the actress, “You know she got her ribs removed to get that shrinky waist.” Harry frowned at that. His face itching into disbelief and concern under the bouncing glow of telly.

He affixes his gaze down at her trying to read what’s cooking up in that genius brain of her's which isn’t being very rational and genius right now, they immediately turns soft and caring when she blinks up at him purely.

She squeaks, nose crashing against his collarbones when he scooches her up in his lap grabbing onto her knees to make her straddle his torso and he grumbles cutely when she tries not put all of her weight on him and doesn’t melts into him as his sweet lovie would used to do receiving a smack on her bum on his end.

He’s afraid that an evil version of her chomped onto his dear baby alive.

“Nothing else matters if all ye’ organs are packed safely and healthily inside you,” He tells her brushing loose frays of her hair behind her earlobe and rubs his thumb in gentle strokes over her treacly pulsing point, “Was just telling you ...” She mumbles, dotting touches on his knuckles and playing with his bare cold fingers.

It’s true, she was rambling out facts about the movie and cast out of habit because no-way she’d ever go through any surgeries to change herself to become someone she isn’t.

“Swear!” She yawps out in convincing high pitch when Harry squints down at her with his lips scrunched, one eye twitching in doing so.

“Alrighty. I believe you.” He cradles her cheeks in his palms and brings her mighty close to him to peck her cupid bow, then her bottom lip and the corners of her smiling mouth to suckle generous amount of whines from her and then kisses her lovingly – hands streaming down her spine and then resting atop her dip.

He thought she was ready to come back to him, to share her problem with him and Harry really wanted to bug in, to not let her fight her battle alone and take half of her hardships from her fretting self but guess not.

They were about to have sex when panic seeped in Y/N's eyes and her cheeks blazed up in that of embarrassment as she rushed to switch off the lamps that were the only source of light in their room.

“Moppet.” Harry sighed, knowing exactly what’s happening and she isn’t as foxy in covering it up as she’s thinking herself to be.

“Why wouldn’t y'want me t'see gorgeous self of yours?” His tone punctured and hurt, feeling useless for not knowing how to cheer her up and break her worries down. He smoothens his hands behind her to lock his arm around her waist, fingertips making grape sized indents into the flesh of her hip-bone as she streaks the tip of her nose up and down the crook of his neck, murmuring meekly against his salty skin while he hugs her warmly.

“’M just feelin’ shy.” He giggles at her response puckering his lips against her hairline to pet tiny, tiny kisses there as she fists her hands against his taught chest.

“Not somethin’ I haven’t seen before, love bug.” He blows raspberries against the underside of her jaw and their mouths meet into a messy, giggling, teeth clanking kiss when she sinks into pillows allowing him to cocoon her in his heat.

“I love you, Y/N. No matter what.”

.

The last dam breaker for them was this little get together at Sarah and Mitch's baby shower.

She matched her outfit with Harry. Cute lavender coloured little sweater blouse that was familiar to the baggy baby yarn cardigan Harry was wearing, it accentuated her curves and her bosom so prettily -- her midriff peeking from where the buttons weren’t closed and their jeans were painted (they did it themselves one Sunday when it was extra boring and inactive).

Y/N felt uncomfortable in her own clothes. A bitterness spreading inside her for herself and all she wanted was to escape away from her own skin.

She knows she’s loved and welcomed and cherished by her friends and family and the love of her life, most importantly. Then why was she feeling so icky about herself? Why everything's draining her and exhausting her?

Harry obviously could see through the gloomy tenebrous energy overshadowing her as he stood in the corner of the room grabbing the sorbet he poured in two glasses for them.

A sour guzzle of tears choking his throat and his limbs weakening letting the painful heartbreak seep into him when he watches her being fidgety and fiddling with the loops of her jeans, tugging her blouse every passing second and he’s sniffling a hiccup deep in his lungs when she shrinks into herself in dejection staring out of the window without any purpose.

Harry feels awful to startle her when he plops down beside her, coodling her closer to himself and tucks her head beneath his chin subtly and cups his palm under her jaw to make her look in eyes his eyes.

“Hi beautiful,” His tone had a saddening waver in it and his irises mossed bleak when Y/N remains unresponsive, zoning in and out of her own head feeling herself prisoned into her own invasive thoughts.

“You w'na go home darling?” He gives her a wet smile clearing his throat and blinking the stubborn moisture in his eyes away when Y/N nodded without any vivid expression.

All the way back home he denounced himself of not making her feel loved enough, to not to pest her soon about what she’s feeling and letting her slide deeper into the dark hole.

He thinks he’s a piece of shit.

.

Y/N wanted to dig the earth with her own nails and hide into it and never show her face again, she was overly ashamed of herself.

His hand was holding onto hers tightly, never letting it go as he led them through the hallway and his head perked up in confusion when she stopped them abruptly and lunged to wrap herself around him like he’s the last silver of her hope and the reason to live.

“I’m so sorry, so sorry.” There comes the first sob after ages of suffering and bottling it all in, not shocked at all he was expecting it to happen. Gently he picks her up and wraps her legs around him, keeping his support firm under her bum as she cried into his soft white t-shirt.

Carefully he sits them on the edge of the bed and tries to pry her soaky flushed face in his cradle but she refuses to show him, clutching onto his cardigan and whimpering brokenly.

“I just feel so disgusting,” Her sob scratches out of her throat and for a second he thought he heard her wrong, that her feeble crying’s playing some kind of a sick game with his heart.

“Harry do something I don’t want to feel disgusting.” But, when she pleaded helplessly a cold shiver settled in his bone marrow spreading an agonising burn in his stomach.

Gently he stirs her away from his chest to look at her, meeting their foreheads together while his thumb wiped her tears away and smoothed over her wabbly lips in profound tenderness.

“My beloved,” He whispers fondling his nose against hers and her eyes flutters into realm of calms, shaky breath falling over his lips as he brings her trembling fingertips towards them and pecks them feverishly.

“The love of me life, me heart.” He continues, “Shhh. Shh baby ‘s okay to cry but don’t tire y'self.” He hushes her when she whimpers loudly at his coy affirmation.

“I’m here with you, waiting f'you, watching y’goin’ through a stony path so I could be there to hold you whenever you trip –-,” He pets her hair, cupping the back of her neck to plant his lips bitten red from worry to her puffy damp eyelids and Y/N becomes a gooey lax of candle that’s been burning for tiring amount and finally her lover came to blew the agonising flame away putting her to peace as he coos snuggling her in his cordial embrace, “You’ve been so strong to yourself and ‘m so proud of me baby.”

“I’m always here. Never away from you, always right by y'side.” His palms bending around her ribs to smush her as intimately close as possible.

“How d'ya want your huggies babylove?” He simpers down at her darlingly, huffing out in relief seeing her relaxing -- her shoulders sinking from him massaging the knots in them.

“Tight.” She mumbles timidly. The gleam in her glossy eyes returning when Harry hugs her as she wished, squishing her in right places and not suffocating her at all – their breaths in sync chests flushed against eachother.

“I love you cuddly, and care f’you.” He kisses her on lips then goes to hug her right back.

“I love you too, Har. Thank you.” She sniffs in his woodsy scent grazing her touch up and down his back, smooching a soft kiss at his cheek.

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[gamerwoo]

[SKZ Imprinted] Jisung: Love Sick

a/n: i don’t have any of the og requests from when i first posted skz imprinted but just know all of these were requested a very long time ago, and i hope you still enjoy them now :]

Characters: Jisung x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fluff, crack, minor angst

Word count: 2,425

Summary: It’s simple, really: you’re allergic to your own boyfriend and you don’t even know it. But that’s what scares Jisung. You don’t know he’s the reason for your allergies because you don’t know what he is. Yet.

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As much as you loved dogs, you had to stay away from them. You weren’t severely allergic, but you got watery, itchy eyes, and you’d sneeze so hard that you were sure your brain would fall out of your nose. If you touched a dog, you’d get red splotches on your skin that would itch to no end. Either way, you stayed away from dogs.

Well, until you met your boyfriend, Jisung. Who had a dog. You’d never seen the dog since Jisung always put him away in a spare room when he had you over at his house – which he was soon moving out of to live with Hyunjin on the college campus they planned on going to – but you knew he had one considering how watery your eyes got, and how itchy your nose was. It sucked because he always seemed to have dog hair on his clothes, but you suffered through it for him.

The two of you were together for two months, and you were pretty sure you were in love with him. You had yet to tell him that, but you did love him. What you didn’t know was that he loved you from the moment he saw you. You made his heart beat out of his chest, his knees weak, and his breath catch in his throat. You were the one he was meant to spend the rest of his life with, he just hadn’t told you that.

He also knew that he was the reason that your allergies acted up. He blamed it on a dog because he didn’t know how to explain that he was a werewolf, therefore, you were allergic to him. How could somebody explain that? I mean, he’d have to think of a way to do it, but he didn’t know how just yet. It was easy for Chan since Aeri already knew about werewolves, it was slightly harder for Felix since Sam thought he was crazy when he explained imprinting to her but she at least was grasping the concept of werewolves, and even harder for Minho since he was pretty sure that Ryujin didn’t know werewolves even existed. But none of their mates were allergic and meant to keep away from them.

Fate really liked messing with him in particular, apparently.

“You have to tell her,” Aeri advised while the pack was visiting her house for a sleepover – Chan’s small apartment was cramped, and everyone else just needed a place to hangout for a day. “She needs to know before either of you drop you ‘I love you’ bomb; you have to drop the wolf bomb first.”

Jeongin furrowed his eyebrows, “Is that how that works?” he wondered quietly, though the whole pack heard.

“You don’t have to worry,” Changbin chuckled, “you can barely say two words to you-know-who anyway.”

“How do you explain to your girlfriend that you’re the thing she’s allergic to?” he sighed, dropping his head into his hands in frustration. “What if she doesn’t accept me because if it?”

“You’re not worried that she’ll run away in fear,” Ryujin chuckled, “but that she’ll sneeze a lot?”

Jisung nodded, “Yeah, thank you for reminding me of the screaming and fear, Ryu.”

“Why don’t you just invite her over?” Aeri suggested with a shrug. “You can tell her here, and if things go bad, at least you have us!”

Jisung looked up at her, his still-brown eyes narrowing, “Yes, because you’re all a perfect substitution.”

Aeri flashed him a toothy smile, making the younger wolf roll his eyes. The group knew that they definitely wouldn’t replace his mate, but they could at least help him afterwards to plan how to move forward if you were afraid. So Jisung called you and asked if you wanted to visit.

“Does Aeri own dogs?” you wondered with a soft laugh that brought a smile to Jisung’s face.

“No, baby, I promise there are no dogs,” he chuckled. “Though, I still am covered in dog hair.”

“When aren’t you?” you teased. “I’ll be over in a bit. Send me the address.”

As promised, you showed up twenty minutes later. Jisung was panicking the whole time, knowing he’d have to tell you what he really was, and he knew it would make or break your entire relationship.

Poor you just thought it was a simple sleepover with his friends.

“Hi, _____!” Aeri grinned as she opened the door for you. “Come on in!”

“Thank you,” you smiled politely to her as you slipped your shoes off.

“Jisung is really happy to have you here,” she told you with a giggle before leading you toward the living room. “I hope you know how much that boy l…likes you…”

You definitely caught the dragged out ‘L’ before she said “likes”, but you didn’t bother reading into it. Aeri was a friend of Jisung’s, so you assumed she was just trying to tease him a bit.

Jisung’s face lit up as soon as you entered the room, and he stood from the floor to wrap you in his arms. He gave you a peck on the cheek, along with a grin as he looked at you, “Get here okay?”

You nodded, keeping your arms around him as if you didn’t have an audience that was watching with smirks and quiet giggles, “I didn’t keep you guys waiting or anything, right?”

“Of course not,” he shook his head before pulling away, taking your hand instead to bring you to sit with him. “_____, this is…everybody.”

As you waved to everybody shyly, Jisung sat back on the floor and pulled you down to sit in his lap. He held you in his arms with his head leaning against yours, humming contently.

“So, what’re we watching?” you wondered as you stared at the TV, trying to guess what was on.

“Annabelle,” Minho smirked. He was sitting beside another girl with his arm around her shoulders. You didn’t recognize her, but you remembered Jisung mentioning he had a new-ish girlfriend -- Jeon Ryu or something like that.

“A scary movie?” you asked nervously, playing with your fingers. “I don’t do well with scary…”

‘Oh no…’ Jisung thought to himself.

And the pack, including the mates, had the same thought.

“Ah, don’t worry, I’ve got you, my baby,” Jisung sang as he nuzzled his nose into your cheek, making you giggle. “Besides, the only evil thing in this house is Minho’s attitude.”

As the room laughed, the second oldest opened his mouth to complain. Ryujin silenced him by giggling and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, just making him pout with a quiet huff.

The room settled and went back to the movie, but you tried to shrink back into your boyfriend for comfort. You even grabbed one of his arms and blocked your eyes with it, thankful that he was wearing a baggy sweatshirt.

However, your allergies began to kick in from being so close to your dog-hair-covered boyfriend, and your eyes began watering too much for you to handle. You squeezed your eyes shut and rubbed at them, trying to get the tears away. Changbin, who was next to Jisung, shot him a concerned look before he went back to the movie.

You settled back into his lap, trying to ignore the itchiness in your eyes as you stared at the screen, blinking quickly. After about ten minutes of the room being silent other than the TV, your nose got itchy, and you couldn’t hold in the sneeze that came.

You heard a scream, but it came from directly behind you as you felt Jisung jump and pull his arms away from you to cover his face for protection.

The room burst into laughter at your boyfriend that you’d startled. He uncovered his face, a pout clear on his face. 

But that wasn’t what had your attention.

“Jisung!” you gasped, holding his face between your hands as you stared at his vibrant, red eyes. “H-how…?”

“How what?” he wondered.

“Uh…” Hyunjin trailed off before pointing to his own eyes, signaling that Jisung’s had changed.

Because of your sneeze, Jisung had gotten so afraid that his eyes turned red, melting the brown contacts away.

“Look, _____, I-I can explain!” he said quickly, pulling away from your hold and slipping out from under you.

“Are you okay?!” you asked worriedly as you scrambled to your feet. You’d never seen anybody’s eyes do that. “What did you-- How did--”

You couldn’t find the words, so Jisung stood and shushed you before you worked yourself up too much. He held both of your hands in his, deciding now was a better time than any. It wasn’t like he had a choice anyway.

“The truth is,” he paused to take a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare for whatever reaction you had, “I’m a werewolf.”

Your eyebrows immediately furrowed, finding that hard to believe, “A…werewolf?”

“Yes,” he insisted, and you realized his eyes were gold now, though red was still twinkling in the amber as it faded away. “I know it sounds crazy, but--”

“Jisung, that’s impossible,” you laughed awkwardly, shaking your head.

He didn’t know how to prove it to you, and the room was too full for him to shift without breaking something – or someone – so he blurted, “I don’t own a dog.”

“Huh?”

“I never had a dog, _____. My parents own a cat, and that’s the fur my clothes are always covered in. We never had a dog.”

You let his words sink in. Then you realized that if you weren’t always sniffling and rubbing your eyes because he was covered in dog fur, then…

You chuckled. Then it turned into a laugh. Then you were completely on the floor, holding your gut, and giggling as you kicked your feet. The pack stared at you like you were crazy, and Jisung looked concerned for you.

“Is she hysterical?” Sam wondered quietly.

“So,” you breathed between bursts of laughter, “you’re t-telling me…that I’m…allergic to you?”

And then Jisung’s face broke into a smile before he was shaking his head and laughing at the situation too. The pack joined in, the room filling with snorts and laughs and giggles. You were allergic to your boyfriend this whole time, and that was hilarious to you.

You didn’t know what was crazier: the fact you were allergic to your werewolf boyfriend, or the fact you still loved him and didn’t want to end things.

Once the laughter had settled down, Jisung crouched down to your level, “_____, I also need to tell you that…I imprinted on you. What that means is that…well…you’re the person I’m meant to be with.”

All laughter and playfulness was gone now, “I am?”

“You are,” he nodded. “Is…that okay? Do you need time? It’s okay if you need time!”

You shook your head, reaching out for his hand, “Jisung, I love you. I don’t care what you are, you’re still just my Jisung.”

“Oh my god…” you heard one of the girls gasp.

A wide grin immediately took over Jisung’s features, “You…you said you love me! Oh my god, _____!”

He immediately stood, tugging you to your feet, and pulling you into his arms to lift you up and spin you around. Your squeal drowned out Seungmin muttering, “This is better than the movie.”

Once Jisung set you on your feet, his cheeks were stained pink, “I love you, _____.”

“Yeah,” you laughed softly with a nod, “I know. You said that’s what imprinting is.”

He rolled his eyes at your comeback, pulling you into his arms. He held you for a beat of silence before he realized your whole moment was being watched by multiple pairs of eyes. Chan was even shoveling popcorn into his mouth as he stared at the two of you.

“Stop staring!” he whined.

“Not until the end credits,” Chan told him, waving the younger wolf’s protests away.

“If it’s like a Marvel movie, we have to wait until after those too,” Hyunjin pointed out. “Maybe we’ll get an easter egg as to who will imprint next.”

Aeri shrugged, “I was hoping for bloopers. I wanna see Jisung embarrass himself.”

Your words were muffled by Jisung’s chest, but the pack still heard clearly, “He already does that enough.”

“_____!” Jisung whined louder as the pack howled with laughter.

But he still hugged you tighter.

-

“Achoo!”

“Bless you.”

“Achoo!”

“Bless you.”

“A…A… I’m good. …Achoo!”

“Jesus Christ, _____.”

Sam handed you another tissue that you thankfully took to wipe at your watery eyes before you blew your nose for the umpteenth time.

Jeongin’s parents were very accepting of the werewolf thing -- and very grateful of Chan and his pack for being there for their son -- so the pack liked to run wild in his backyard whenever they had energy to burn off. That’s what was happening. You were surrounded by eight giant dogs, and you could barely see or breathe through your nose.

You already knew after being around Jisung the first time he shifted that him in his wolf form made your allergies act up as badly as they did when you were around dogs. You couldn’t stop sneezing, a waterfall was pouring out of your eyes, and you weren’t allowed to touch him because you’d get red itchy splotches on your skin.

But you couldn’t stay away. You loved him too much.

Your sneezes would’ve been heard a mile away, so Jisung heard them very clearly. He knew to keep his distance, but he was worried about you. He trotted up to you, a huff coming out of his nose in disapproval. 

You could practically hear his voice asking, ‘Where’s your allergy medication?’

You sighed, knowing that’s exactly what the unhappy sigh was for, “I forgot it at home, okay?”

You needed some way to cope with your allergies, because there was no way you were letting go of Jisung. Your parents wondered what you suddenly wanted to get allergy medication for, and you simply told them you planned on getting a dog.

Well, you had one. Plus seven others.

You reached out to scratch between his ears, but Jisung let out a whine and dodged your hand.

You groaned, “Come on, it won’t kill me.”

Unable to deny his mate, Jisung sighed and bowed his head for you. You let your fingers run through his soft fur, knowing that you’d have splotchy skin in minutes. But it didn’t matter to you; Jisung was worth it.

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[rcksmith]

Secret — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “For Five Hargreeves — can I get 97, 91 28 and 35 for a heavy smut? And 40 from fluff? If it isn’t too much trouble!”

“If it’s not too much trouble could I do 40,53 & 91 from the smut prompts for Five ty honey 💕”

Smut prompts:

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

35. “Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.”

40. “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”

53. “Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.

91. “guess i'll just have to cum in you then’

97. “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

Fluff prompts:

40. “Come cuddle.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope you guys like💖I decided to compile these two requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. Good reading.

Guys, I really understand who doesn’t feel comfortable reading or writing Five’s smut. But I always say that I only write with him (any genre: romance, fluff or angst) with the notion that Five is 20 years old here. All of my fanfics mention swearing or sex, even if it is a memory or something shallow, but as I am writing with Five as an adult, it is consistent that the fic has aspects of an adult life.//

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: explicit heavy smut, swearing, fluff too.

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It was one of those warm nights, which carry a searing and heaving sensation in the back, which had a malicious tone in the air, which stirs your body to choose bad decisions, making your hands itch and your heart racing for something...intense. It was one of those hours that passed midnight, that breath was heavy with the expectation of something extraordinary, that skin prickled just with the images in mind.

And you were in that state. Heart pounding heavily, yearning for something, caustic breathing, the environment with an energy of lust. Well, at least you was like that.

Five did not share your line of reasoning, or, if he were not oblivious to the malicious moonlight that rose in the sky, he was pretending very well. Sipping a margarita at the bar in the Hargreeves mansion, with calculations in front of him taking all his attention. Normally, you loved that he focused on his own things. But now... you were seething with something that only Five could placate.

It was a few months ago that you went from just being friends with his siblings to someone he fucked hard at night. The sexual energy between the two of you was very strong, and it was very easy to make bad decisions when the bad decision in question was so fucking hot.

Five Hargreeves did things to you. You wouldn't know how to explain it with clear phrases, but his gaze made you shiver, his body made a very specific part in the middle of your legs vibrate, and his voice and that self-centered smile... God!

It was no accident that you surrendered. You would have surrendered to that battle a million times.

“Five.” You sighed softly, taking a sip from your own drink. “Can't you do this tomorrow?”

“No. I am close to solving this.”

You controlled yourself not to roll your eyes. You were never the most needy type, especially with people as reserved as Five, but, damn it, you were on fire. It was logical that you could go out and choose someone to placate that, but that would trigger many things between Five and you. He hated that you were with someone else, even though he himself didn't assuming out to you.

It are a delicate situation, you were friends with all the Hargreeves siblings, and it would be a racket if they knew that their brother was fucking one of theys best friends.

The warm evening breeze came in through the window and collided with the chill of the drink running down your throat, awakening even more lustful anxieties.

“Five..." You purred, got up from the armchair on the counter, still behind Five and slid your hands over his shoulders "Maybe...you might want to finish this later.” You whispered at the foot of his ear.

Even without seeing him, you could feel that he was letting go of one of his arrogant and malicious smiles. Five rotated the seat to be face to face with you, his legs spread wider to accommodate you between them.

“And what are you going to do to distract me?” That same defiant, boastful voice.

But the look he gave you made a shock of desire reverberate through your body. Five wanted to play? Okay, you were going to play a game whit him.

“Why did you…” you leaned forward gently, resting one hand on his hot thigh, leaving your cleavage exposed “don't try guess?”

You realized that he had swallowed hard, even though his posture had remained unwavering. Five looked down at you cleavage, waist, and slightly elevated butt. You approached him a few more inches, your mouth a breath away, the heat of the bodies being shared without even touching.

Five could drive you crazy and screaming, but you knew it could also drive him insanity.

When you leaned over a little more and your mouths were so close to meet, you changed the direction and reached out with your free hand to pick up Five's margarita behind him. You straightened up and away, with a mischievous smile on your lips that revealed that everything had gone as planned.

Five semi closed his eyes at you, a fiery glow going through his eyes.

“Do you want to play with me?”His voice was low, dangerous “You know what happens to you when you challenge me.”

It was a warning, clear and resonant. You were a good girl for Five because you knew the strength that he could fuck you. Fuck, he could break you if he want. But now you were sexually frustrated, aroused, with a racing heart and wheezing from the expectation of something.

A night of bad decisions.

“You don't want to get out of your equations.” You turned your voice into something innocent, soft, provocative, and the strong breath that Five drew was a small victory for you "I guess I'll just get off all by myself."

Your smile was malicious, causticante, but as soon as Five got up from that chair, the perfect posture, much taller than you, and was slowly towards you, like a predator with its prey, you knew you were screwed.

“Do you want to come this much?” His fingers passed gently over your warm neck, and you let out a breath with that stupid touch.

Five moved closer, your chest glued to his, the hot, citrusy breath of alcohol hitting your nose. Something wetted you panties, making you bite the inside of your cheeks to keep from sighing any louder.

“Would you use your little toy thinking about the times that I fucked you so hard that you couldn't walk the next day?”

That was too much for your already sensitive system. Those words went directly to the thread that connected your heart and its pulsating nucleus, causing a burning note to reverberate.

“Five...”the sigh came out, while the memories of Five using your vibrator to push you to the limit, while him fucking you brutally, prowled like a wild beast in your mind.

Five slid the fingers from your neck to your cleavage, brushing the tips of her fingers across the flesh of your breasts. Five stuffed his forefinger into your cleavage and pulled you to him.

You moaned softly, in a purr.

“Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" The whispered floated in your ear, while you put down the margarita at the bar and held your hands in his arms.

You bit your bottom lip, your panties soaked, your heart beating fast in your chest, the atmosphere more wild and fiery.

“You want this?” Five slowly lowered a strap from your blouse, each second speeding up your heart even more.

“Yes...” You sighed “I really want to, please.”

Then Five's touch got rougher and he held your chin firmly, lifting you face to look him in the eye.

“Beg.” It was an order, but your body was sending millions of feelings to you that you were lost for a second "beg!”

“P-please.” You looked at him pleadingly “Fuck me so badly, please.”

His grip got stronger.

“Once again.” Now the other hand slid roughly over your body, squeezing your waist, thigh, ass, anything that Five could mark as his property.

“Please, I'm begging you to eat me.” You really were, your body needed more, and there was no denying it.

So in the blink of an eye, the blue flash swallowed you both up and took you to his room. You were dizzy for a second, you were not used to his tricks. But Five used it as a bonus and stuck his lips to yours, stunning you with the strong taste of alcohol, desire and lust.

You moaned softly, your hands working to free him from his clothes, your lips corresponding to the battle. You managed to strip off his shirt layers and fade his pants, but Five didn't have the same patience as you. He didn't wait to undress you, he tore the thin fabric and opened your bra hungry, in a hurry, as if you were his last meal.

In a second his hot mouth was on your breast, sucking and nibbling at the needy skin aggressively, his fierce hands pulling you out of the other pieces of clothing. Five was not delicate, loving and caring, he conquered, took, owned, his goal was to devour you until his savagery was sated.

“Fi-Five!” You moaned loudly, your naked body now shaking with desire, your heart exploding in your chest.

You would have said something more if Five hadn't pushed you to the bed and made you fall into it. He pulled your legs apart, exposing you completely to him. His eyes burned with a dangerous and brutal fire, and Five slapped down the inside of your thigh. You screamed, arching your back, your hands closing on the sheet.

“Well, since you want to cum so badly…” Five climbed on top of you, his mouth proving the point where he had hit you “why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, his mouth was right in the middle of your pulsating core. Eating, sucking, tasting everything you willingly offered to him so much. You moaned, or screamed, your hands tightly squeezing the sheet, digging your nails into the fabric.

Five ate you at an undisturbed pace, as if you were the last meal in the desert, clasping his hands on your waist to keep you immobile, sinking his mouth deeper into you. His tongue opened its yours walls, circled her clitoris and sucked there, leaving a hot trail of spittle. You moaned loudly, your waist trying to fight the firm grip of his hands to roll in him mouth. You felt a thread about to burst inside you and your heart started to race in your chest.

“F-Five!” You screamed when he sucked your clitoris, and he could feel you pulsing in his mouth, signaling that you were close.

“Come for me, little slut.”

The vibration of his voice in your sensitive flesh was the trigger you needed, you came intensely, your legs wobbly, your breathing heavy, but Five didn't wait for you to finish coming before climbing on top of you, lowering his pants and underwear enough and brutally get inside you in a fraction of a second.

You groaned loudly, your hands clasping his bare shoulders, your walls hypersensitive to the end of the orgasm that was still breaking free. It was too much for you, your eyes stung with tears, your heart was racing a marathon in your chest, and your whole body was shaking.

Five doesn't give you a second to get used to it, or to get down from the sensation of your orgasms, he set a rough, hard, badly rhythm, entering inside you in penetrations that pushed your body upwards. You spread your legs wider and wrapped them around Five's waist, your chest glued to his chest, skin-to-skin contact being the extra to drive you crazy.

It was too much for you to take, too much for your hypersensitive body. Five silenced your broken moans with toxic kisses.

“Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.” His voice was hoarse, breathy, broken, Five drives his dick so deep inside you as possible with every word.

“I...I can't...”You whimpered in his mouth, clasping your hands in Five's hot flesh, sobbing at the strength he put in you, you needed more.

“So let's take care of it.”

Five released an aggressive and rough hickey on your neck, putting an arm around your waist, sticking every inch of their bodies together, and his free hand covered your mouth, drowning out yours screams. You thought it was going to placate his hard rhythm, but Five started pulling your waist down, against his dick, and sinking deeper inside you.

“You wanted me to fuck you, didn't you?” Five snarled, looking into yours watery eyes "Now take it, fuck!."

His dirty words only led you further towards the second abyss. Five fucked you so hard that you couldn't answer, let alone whit the heavy hand on your mouth. Yours hands sank into the skin on his back, yours legs pulling him hips towards you, desperate to placate what was about to burst.

Five could feel yours tight walls throbbing on his dick, signaling that you were going to come any second. He groaned loudly, clenching his teeth on the skin of your neck so as not to make a noise, thrusting his dick as deep as possible into you. He replaced the hand in your mouth with his own lips, swallowing yours moans and trying to keep the sounds of you both low.

“I ... I'm going to...” You cried with pleasure, pain, desire, his rhythm hurt but it gave you so much hunger and pleasure that you could feel the liquid of your arousal soaking his dick.

Five looked at you in a way full of lust and with a very desire to break you. Oh he wanted to destroy you.

He came out of you, making you let out a loud moan of frustration and tears streaming from yours eyes. You whimpered loudly, and Five switched positions and pulled you hard into his lap, giving you no time to straighten up before he pushed his dick into you and aggressively stuck both hands to your waist.

You bit your lip hard to keep from screaming, trembling hands resting on his chest as Five pulled you up and down brutally, thrusting his dick in as deep as possible in you. He did not contain an aggressive groan at the sight of yours breasts jumping on his face, body sweaty and marked by fingers and hickeys, the inside of yours thighs already red by the force that Five shocked the body in you.

“Pl ... please!”

You begged, your face smeared with mascara and tears, your lips red from raw kisses, your hair sweaty. You looked like a goddess and Five wanted even more to destroy you.

“Do you want to come?” His voice was breathless, hoarse, fierce.

You nodded frantically, looking at Five with beg, begging him to let you come. It seemed to have an overwhelming effect on him. Five slapped your ass down, raising his hand to your back and pulling you forward, making your chest lie on his while the rhythm reached new places.

You bit his shoulder to keep from screaming, tears streaming down your face.

“If you come in this position, I will not control myself.” He snarled at you.

“I do not mind!” You begged, moving your waist to match his rhythm.

“Guess i'll just have to cum in you then” Then Five kissed you, hard, bad, dropped a hand to your clitoris and applied the trigger you needed to collapse.

You sank your mouth into the skin of his neck to muffle your scream, and soon a hot, thick liquid was filling you to the brim, taking up every inch inside you. You whimpered loudly against Five, hims hips doing the final thrusts to make sure the cum was filling you, his warm hands loosening the aggressive grip.

You both breathed loudly, your legs were shaking, your hair was stuck to your face and it took you two minutes to lift your face and look at Five. He gave you an arrogant smile of ‘I said I was going to break you and I broke’ and you laughed softly.

“I don't think I can get up.” You laughed, and Five removed a lock of hair from your face. “Do you think they heard us?”

“They certainly heard you.” He scoffed.

“Coming from your room.” You snapped and Five laughed, hims chest still heaving and heaving, covered in a mist of sweat.

“Fuck them.” Five said, gently pulling your hips up, pulling the dick out of you, making you sigh a broken moan. “You are so sensitive!” He said between his teeth, as if he had never been satisfied with you.

You laughed, and shook your head, exposing your neck full of purple tick marks.

“You know…” Five took his index finger to the marks, delicately skirting them “you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

You pushed his shoulder slightly, rolling your eyes.

“Can we take a shower together?” Five nodded at you question. “ and…”

“And?”

“You know ...” yours cheeks became more flushed "Come cuddle."

Five laughed, his eyes tame now, an open smile and satisfied energy.

“We can.” he smiled and you gave him a passionate kiss on the lips.

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