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imsebastiansta-n · 3 years

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Ride Me*

Word count: 1506

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY please.

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You walked into yours and Sebastian’s shared apartment, throwing your keys into the little bowl just inside the door and closing it behind you. You kicked your shoes off and listened to see if Sebastian was home.

“Seb? Are you home babe?” you called, with no answer.

“He must still be at work.” You muttered to yourself with a shrug, making your way to your shared bedroom.

Placing your bags down, you sat on the corner of your bed and pulled out your phone sending Sebastian a quick message.

Putting your phone on your bedside table, you looked at your bags and bit your lip. Excited for your surprise for Sebastian.

Little did you know, when you told Seb you had a surprise for him, his cock instantly twitched in his jeans making them more uncomfortable than they are already where.

You opened your bags, taking out the lingerie you picked for tonight.

It was a black lacey babydoll, with see-through cups with a thong and black heels. You knew it was drive Sebastian crazy as he’s mentioned getting you a babydoll before but neither of you ever got around to it and seeing you in nothing, but heels made his blood pump so hard in his cock it felt like he would explode.

You laid it out on the bed, putting away the other bits you bought and made your way to the bathroom.

An hour.

You had an hour to get ready.

Stripping out of your clothes, you shaved your legs and between your legs (or don’t, honestly ladies the choice is yours). You cleaned your face and put your hair in a messy bun. You decided against having a shower as you knew you’d get dirty later.

Walking back into the bedroom, you slipped on the baby doll and your black satin dressing gown and admired yourself in the mirror.

When you were happy with your outfit, you went over to yours and Sebastian’s toy chest of draws and bit your lip as you tried to decide what you wanted to do.

You decided you wanted to ride him, so you pulled out the rope and a purple vibrator. You weren’t gonna use really, just to tease him a little until he’s begging.

Putting the rope and vibrator on the bed, you sat down in a sexy pose and checked your phone.

Smirking, you placed your phone on silent because you weren’t gonna need it tonight and placed it back where you got it from and lent back against the bed.

It was 10 minutes when you heard the familiar key jingle in the door, making you bite your lip.

“Baby?” you heard Sebastian call you.

“Bedroom.” You called back and stood up, with your hands on your hips.

You heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and stopping when he got to the bedroom. He grabbed the door handle and slowly opened it, releveling you.

“W-what? I- What?” he stuttered, his eyes tracing every inch of your body as you walked forward and grabbed his hand pulling him into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

“Shh. Strip for me.” You whispered against his lips.

He moved so quick you didn’t even have chance to blink. Guiding him to the bed, he saw the rope and vibrator and turned to you raising an eyebrow as you gave him a sheepish smile.

“I was thinking as you’ve tied me up a few times, I could do the same to you? Just this once and if you don’t like it, we don’t have to do it again, I just wanted to give it a try.” You looked down at your fingers, when you felt a finger tilting your chin up. A tell-tale sign he wants you to look at him, so you did.

“Let’s try it, baby.” He smirked and leant forward, kissing you hard. Lips and teeth where smashing against each other, tongues were battling for dominance. As usual, he won.

You laid him down and pulled away. Looking in his eyes, making sure he was okay. When he nodded, you grabbed the rope.

You tied him to the bed, wrists and ankles. Checking all of them to make sure they weren’t too tight that it’d hurt him, or too loose that he’d escape. Once you made sure his restraints where okay, you began.

You sat on the chair at the end of the bed so Sebastian could see you and watch your every move. You slowly slid one of the straps down your shoulder and released one your boobs, caressing it the way Seb does, only not as good.

You pinched your pebbled nipple, before doing the same to your other boob. All while Sebastian laid there, tied down and cock throbbing red with precum dripping from his slit.

You stood up letting the babydoll pool at your ankles, pushing down your thong and grabbing the vibrator.

You sat back down on the chair and spread your legs, showing Seb your glistening, juicy pussy.

Turning the vibrator onto the lowest setting, you held it against your clit. Rubbing it around with your juices and pumping it in and out of your pussy moaning loudly.

“Fuck, Seb. Feels so good, baby.”

Hearing him growl was enough to turn off the vibrator and chuck it on the floor and crawling up the bed, so your face is faced with his cock.

You lick your lips and look up at him throw your lashes as you grab him in your hand causing him to hiss at the sudden contact.

Pumping your hand up and down his length, you lean forward and lick up the vein all the way to his tip. Gently sucking on his tip, driving him insane.

“Baby.. baby please.” He whimpered, not getting nearly enough friction as he needed.

You pull off his tip with a pop and crawl up his body and straddle him with your wet pussy on his throbbing cock, grinding against him causing him to whimper more.

You lean forward, taking his cock and putting it at your hole as you slowly sunk down, eyes rolling.

You start off riding slowly, until it wasn’t enough for either of you, so you rode him harder watching him pull on his restraints.

“FUCK! Baby.. baby, your pussy is my own person heaven. Please don’t stop.” He begged, making you ride faster and grinding against him as your clit rubbed on his pubic bone.

“Seb you’re so good. Feel so full.”

You could feel him twitch inside you carried on riding him, his hips meeting you in thrusts making him go deeper.

“Baby, I’m close. I’m so close. I’m gonna cum.”

He tried to quicken his hips, matching your thrusts. But the pleasure was too much, and it caused his hips to stutter, as he came with a growl, and you could feel the watch spreading in your belly triggering your own orgasm.

But you didn’t stop. You carried on riding him.

“Babe, what are you doing? No, please.” He begged, so you rode him harder watching him squirm. You had a safe word for a reason.

“Please what, baby? You want me to stop?” you teased, slowing your hips as he forced his hips up to meet yours, so you’d keep riding.

“Don’t you dare. Don’t stop, please. Feels so good.” He replied, breathlessly with his eyes rolling in his head.

After his 4th orgasm and your 5th, he begged you to stop. When you did, he’d beg you to keep going because it felt so good. By now you were both extremely sensitive, but Seb felt another orgasm creeping up on him.

He came with a loud yell, pulling desperately against the rope around his wrists and ankles.

“FUCK! Fuck.. shit. Baby, I can’t..” he whimpered, as you also came down from another orgasm.

Still sitting on his cock, you leant back to untie his ankles and then his wrists as he lay there, breathless. You slowly pull up, both of you hissing at the sensitivity of you both. His softened cock falling, you straddled his stomach and leant back. Letting him watch as his cum mixed with my juice’s pools onto his stomach, causing him to growl as you giggled.

You rolled off his stomach and the bed, making your way to the bathroom and grabbing a clean rag to wipe yourself up with and one for Seb.

You walked back into the bedroom, removing your heels and chucking them on the floor you made your way to Sebastian who was still trying to get his breath back.

You gently wiped his cock and his stomach to get rid of all the stickiness and chucking the rag into your wash bin and the rope to the floor, deciding you’d clean it up tomorrow.

You cuddled up to Seb as he snuggled you. He was still dazed, but he closed his eyes.

“We, are so doing that again.” He grinned causing you to giggle.

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ac3id · 4 years

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Plaything | 18+

plaything 0/ ?? | part 1

pairings: yandere! bully bakugou katsuki x fem! reader

warnings: [series] blackmail, bullying, dubcon/ noncon, filming w/o consent, yandere themes, no quirks au. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OF AGE.

↪ for chapter 0: dubcon, blackmail, humiliation.

summary: by luck, you get enrolled into u.a high the best school in your town. the only catch is that the school is filled with rich, spoilt, and powerful brats who just seem to hate you, and among them, a certain red-eyed blonde dreads you the most

↪ for chapter 0: you reject bakugou’s proposal to fuck in the dirty boys' washroom so he teaches you a lesson.

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a/n: hello !! so this is like a little introduction to my yandere! bully! bakugou series fic. there’s also going to a lot of other bnha character mentions but the main pairing will be w/ baku n reader. enjoy!

“bakugou, i don’t want to do this,” your voice is weak as you bite on your lower lip, trying to stop sinful moans from leaking out of your mouth. bakugo has you bent over the cold and wet sink counter, your chest pressed against the dirty marble while your skirt is flipped over your displaying your bare, perky round ass to his stalking eyes. “who are you calling bakugo?” he spanks your ass with force, making you lose your footing as your head bumps lightly against the mirror.

“sorry, master,” you answer barely above a whisper but it’s loud enough in the empty washroom for him to hear yet he makes you repeat yourself,

“what was that, brat? i couldn’t fucking hear you.” he spanks you again, his heavy hand coming in contact with your soft ass with ferocity sending you flying off your feet.

“i am sorry, master!” you exclaim a little loudly, hoping it would satisfy him. and it does. he scoffs crudely, ghosting his fingers over your pussy lips before dipping his large fingers between them and petting your dry hole. he plays with your cunt, stroking his fingers lovingly over your little pearl, gathering wetness as he slips one finger into your hole. pumping them in and out at a slow pace. he takes his time, building up your orgasm while laughing wickedly as you try to hold in your moans. his fingers inside your cunt increase their pace as your juices start dripping down to your thighs,

“you said you don’t want this?” while his right hand destroys your cunt, his other hand wraps around your small neck. grasping it lightly, making it harder for you to breathe. “why are you dripping everywhere like a slut? hm?”

he had pulled you aside from regular classes, declaring them boring as fuck and that he wanted to do something much better like; fucking you in the boys' washroom. you denied, you told him no. you wanted to attend the lesson and besides skipping with him wouldn’t be any good to you. he was not kind to you, he was a meanie. he still insisted; telling you it’s fine, he knows the material. he can just tutor you later. no harm done, see? see?

if there was anything you hated more than being stuck in the prestigious u.a. high where everyone seemed to be out for your blood was spending time with bakugo katsuki. and being with him alone was another nightmare. he hated you. you didn’t know why, he’d never say why. you just assumed it was because of that one time you accidentally spilled coffee on him or maybe it was just because you breathed. honestly, both seemed favorable in this situation.

after many failed attempts of convincing you to come with him, he gets fed up. he pulls out his phone and shoves it into your face. his screen displays pictures of you which he had taken before and the ones which you had sent him. they are all lewd shots. pictures of you sucking him off while looking into the camera with glassy eyes illuminated the screen and as you swiped right it changed to another with the same background, lighting, and angle but the only difference being that your face was now covered with his seed while you posed for the camera with an innocent smile.

a look deeper into his gallery and you find your nudes which bakugo had forced you to take. it was necessary for you to be naked with your tits and ass being visible, he also wanted to see your face and would never settle for anything else. he never settles for anything without your face in it, makes you take those shots again and again until he’s satisfied with the results. he saves them, all of them. even the ‘bad ones' have been screenshotted and saved onto his phone for his personal use. he never tells what he uses them for but you don’t need to hear it from him. you already know he’s jerking off to each one of them every night before he goes to sleep.

it’s funny, anyone could take a look at those pictures and find out they are not photos exchanged between lovers. your expressions- no matter how hard you try, you always end up looking like you want to cry. there’s fear in your eyes and it just doesn’t feel authentic. it looks forced. like someone had put a gun to your head while you sat and took them. and well, that’s not a far-fetched idea.

he promises these are for his eyes only, “no one else gets to you like this. you are mine.” his words exactly but when his friends also start staring at you with lust-ridden eyes, you can’t help but question his words.

he blackmails you into coming with him. threatening he’d leak those pictures all around the school if you didn’t come with him as if he hadn’t already. as if your compromising photos weren’t already saved in all of your classmates’ phones anyway. bakugo should give himself a pat on the back, he’s such a great actor!

“for someone who doesn’t want this,” his demeaning, rude voice pulls you back from the dreamland you were trying to escape to. he forces you nearer to your edge, tiny whimpers leave your lips accompanied with loud moans as his fingers brush deliciously against your sweet spot. your precious cunt greedily pulls him in deeper and deeper, inviting him graciously into your womb but unfortunately, his fingers aren’t that long. but you know what is?

“you sure are dripping like a whore.” with every whimper which leaves your supple lips, bakugo feels himself get harder. his pants tighten as a bulge starts straining against his expensive, pleated bottoms. the hand prettily choking your neck detaches itself leaving you inhaling puffs of air as he works his pants off his hips. as you hear the rattling of his belt coming undone, a loud cry enough to draw attention from others outside of the room leaves your throat.

it catches bakugo off guard but nonetheless helps him get even harder, he likes to make you cry and get off to it. “why are you crying, bitch? it’s not doing you any favors here.” his fingers rub against your swollen, little pearl while lining up his fat cock to your blinking hole. “please, bakugo, don’t. i will do anything, anything else. just not this, i’ve never done this before.” you sound pathetic. your voice breaking with every word you utter. big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks while you ugly cried. bakugo almost feels sorry.

but in all honesty, he really couldn't care less about you. all your whining and crying only incite him further as ruthless ideas to break you down flood his mind. the kindest so far being him taking you right here and now but, but a sudden flash of seeing you utterly broken and in misery flashed before his eyes and he couldn’t let go of it. he wanted to see you tremble much more than you were right now. he wanted to see you cry much more than you were crying right now. Maybe he did hate you, he always pushed you around like you were his little pet of some sort to prove a point- that he is better than you. he is superior, you must respect him. you should kiss the ground he walks on, you should let yourself be his little plaything. then maybe, he’ll let you loose? who knows, he might just get even more obsessed.

as he watches you cry beneath him, your pathetic whimpers reverberating off the marble walls, a wicked idea pops into his head. he pulls his dick away from your exposed hole instead, replacing it with his fingers like before. “fine, brat.” his voice is softer, it surprises you. was he not going to rape you after all? “just because you said anything.” there it is again, the edge in his voice that makes you regret what you said. now, you know he has something worse planned for you. but it’s too late, you can’t go against your word now. you said anything, get ready to do anything. “stop squirming, i’m trying to make you cum. god knows whether you can even do that for yourself.” you most definitely can.

"a bitch like you needs someone to do everything for her.” again, you are probably the most independent student in the whole school,

“am I right, princess?” you are so wrong. “yes, master.”

no matter how crude and humiliating his words were and how much you hated his voice, you still found yourself clenching around his fingers almost ripping them off. your cunt squeezed his digits tightly as the coil building in your stomach tightened. moans of his name echoed all over the room as you felt yourself come closer. bakugo was taking his time playing with you, drawing you out making your release painfully slow as a form of revenge. you begged for him to play with your little clit so you could achieve ecstasy but he was too petty. after minutes of agonizing you to the point, there were tears streaming down your face and drool escaping your lips, falling onto the wet counter. he finally decided to flick his finger against your hardened bud. rubbing tight circles, he played with it aimlessly until he felt the gush of wetness around his fingers and the high-pitched scream which left your mouth as you came. his other hand pumped his still-hard cock. he was still pissed that he wouldn’t be able to cum inside you but it was fine for now. he had something much brutal set up in his mind for his plaything, he was aware that what he was planning might completely destroy but he figured it was worth it. much better to have a mindless slave who lives to fulfill her master’s wishes anyway.

he lets go of you, backing away with his hard cock still out and aching for relief. the huge head blushed red and leaking with pre, too bad he won’t get to finish inside of you yet. you quickly walk away from him, bending forward to search for your discarded panties. bakugo grunts at the sight of your wet pussy presenting itself to him, riling him up even more than he already was. He wastes no time pumping his cock at the sight of your exposed bottom, gasp and groans of pleasure escaping his lips,

“oi, what the fuck are you doing?” he asks, catching you sliding your panties on your legs. you turn around to face him, face burning when you are met with him stroking his cock at your movements. your eyes almost can’t leave the sight of his leaking cock, hard and begging to be played with and as much as you to admit it; it lights a fire inside you.

“stop fucking staring, you’re making it worse,” he growls and you immediately turn your eyes to his face. he smirks, “what? do you want it now? too bad, it’s too late,” he taunts. his eyes trail your body, eyebrows furrowing when he looks down your legs. “who told you to wear them,” he points at your panties between your legs. you give him a confused look, “you’re not allowed to put them on. give them to me,” he commands and panic crosses your eyes. you hesitate for a moment, debating whether you should listen to him or not. his fists clench as he glares at you, sending shivers down your spine, “what are looking at! give!” he speaks louder this time in a demanding tone as if he was scolding a little child who had picked up something from his office. your fingers tremble as you reach out to give the pink fabric to him, “leave.” what? you look at him in confusion. your big, doe eyes racking fear and anxiety. you wait for him to laugh or make a sarcastic remark about how gullible you are but it never comes. instead, he wraps your cotton panties around his cock, right in front of you, and begins jerking himself off. you are disgusted and petrified by his shameless actions, “what are you standing here for? leave. remember you said anything?” yeah, so you did. and you regret it already.

your legs tremble as you walk towards the door, pushing it open and peaking your head to check for people in the hallway. once you find it empty you walk out to the outside before sparing one last glance inside the dirty washroom. you hope for bakugo to call out to you, call you back but all you see is him cumming thick ropes into your panties while his eyes are screwed shut in ecstasy. yeah, you weren’t getting those back.

with shame and defeat written all over your face, you make your back to your classroom. your face is heated with embarrassment and humiliation as you remember you are walking around practically naked just an accident away from flashing yourself to anyone who cares to see. for the better half of the day, you walk around tugging your skirt as low as it can get. you don’t see bakugo for the rest of the day as he leaves you alone but when you do catch his eyes for a second or two, the wicked grin stretching over his features is hard to miss. He knows exactly what he is doing.

just as the day is about to end, he walks behind you squeezing your bare ass from under your skirt managing a surprised shriek from you when you feel his warm palms caress your ass pervertedly, “cute.” he whispers in your ear before turning you around and pinning you the wall. his fingers slide up your thighs moving closer to your cunt. warm digits graze over your slit earning a gasp from you, “come over, I will tutor you on the subjects you missed.” he kisses your neck, “come just like this.” he spanks your ass lightly before he leaves you be. his words are absolute and you know better than to disobey him, all of this was happening because you disobeyed him. you gather your things and walk up to his dorm room dressed just as you were before: in your school shirt, blazer, skirt, and no panties just as he wants it. when you arrive in his room you are met with his entire friend group sitting there with their books and pencils out. kaminari, kirishima and sero are not as surprised to see you as you are to see them. they greet you with happy faces which you return with a light smile.

“hey,” bakugo says with a smirk, guiding you to sit between sero and kirishima. between them the two humongous men, you feel like a child. with kirishima being tall and muscular and Sero being tall, lean and surprisingly packing a few too, makes you feel like a dwarf. you feel small and tiny in their presence and they very much notice it, sending knowing looks to one another while bakugo tries to tutor you. you know something’s up.

not a lot of studying takes place as kirishima grows impatient and slides his hand under your skirt and settles it over your cunt, rubbing his fingers on your pussy lips, occasionally pressing them on your clit. sero flips your skirt displaying your naked cunt to peering eyes. kaminari whistles, “wow, she really wasn’t wearing anything the entire day,” he comments. with one hand, Kirishima captures your wrists behind your back and pushes you on his lap. sero holds your legs to prevent you from squirming around like a dead fish, trying to break free. “so who goes first?” kaminari asks, walking over to you and crouching at your level. kirishima holds tightly with him seated on bakugo’s bed, kaminari flashes you a charming smile before his fingers run to unbutton your t-shirt, pulling your tits out of your bra. he tugs on one of your nipples while kishima’s large digits tugs on another.

“obviously me, dumbass.” bakugo barks coming closer to you. tears prick at your eyes as you beg him to stop, you tell him you’re sorry and that you will never disobey him ever again but he’s too far gone. the other men in the room might feel a little shitty about what they were going to do but there is no remorse in bakugo’s eyes. he looks at you like a predator looks at his prey, stalking about to pounce at any given second, “shut up, whore. you asked for this.” tears break loose as kirishima starts spreading your legs on command. wandering fingers rubbing at your pussy, trying to get you ready are forced to stop as bakugo declares that it must hurt for you. he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“you know you should have never said no to me right? be grateful for what’s being given to you, you’re our little plaything. a cute, little slut. you don’t get to say no,” his rough fingers grab at your jaw, prying it open as he spits in your mouth. “now just shut up and take our cocks, okay?” you cry out yes but he’s not satisfied. His hand strikes against your face, your cheek stings with burning hot pain as more tears leak out of your eyes. grabbing your face harshly, he lifts it up so you’re facing him, “okay?” he repeats. you calm your breath before answering him, fear and anxiety fucking you up in dread for what’s to come.

“yes, master,” you say in the most submissive voice you make out.

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dearlyjinie · 4 years

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sniffles & needles (m)

Pairing: Mark Tuan x reader

plot: there isnt any, Mark is horny and finds out that best way to get rid of a cold is sex...

genre: smut, 18+, pwp

Word count: 2.1k

warnings: pwp, masterbating (F & M ish), oral(m), teasing, riding, mirror sex(slightly) daddy kink, Dom-Mark, dom-sub play, dick pics, slit shaming, spanking, horny mark, grinding, fingering (f), creampies, vaginal sex, no protection (remember wrap it before you tap it) thats it i think?

a/n: just a lil something bc today is my bday 🥳and i wanted to give you guys a present lmao, but this is my way to improve in my smut so i hope you guys enjoy this, pls lmk what you think about this as always feedback is always welcome.

“You don't feel hot, wait let me take your temperature,” you lift your hand off your boyfriend's forehead, leaving him the living room sofa as you run to get the thermometer.

“I found it” sang, coming to see your sick boyfriend pouting, his arms wrapped around his torso “what’s wron- if you’re pouting because i won’t have sex with you, then you should stop” you say sternly, poking his cheeks, you motion him to open his mouth and insert the thermometer.

“But whyyy” he whines making you roll your eyes at his childish antics “because your sick baby and i don't wanna get sick” the thermometer dings letting you know that the time is up, you take it out of mouth checking the number displayed on the small screen.

“Your fever is down,” you smile.

“See!!! I'm all better now common babe” Mark gets up from his spot on the couch, pulling you close to his body wrapping his muscular arms around your waist. He nuzzles into your neck inhaling your scent, “please” he whispers, slowly grinding on your ass, you start to feel his bulge.

Taking a deep breath, you pull away from your horny lover. You look at him annoyed, ever since he woke up he’s been trying to get you to sleep with him. No matter how much you wanted him at the moment you had to restrain yourself, because right now you couldn't afford getting sick, no it was not happening.

You left the horny man in the living alone suffering from his demise, groaning he plopped down on the sofa he rubbed his face in annoyance “why did i get sick” he whined, coughing.

“Here take this” you handed him a cough drop “and take off your shirt,” smirking, he put the cherry flavored medicine in mouth sucking on it, humming as it started to make his sore throat feel much better.

“Oh so did I finally seduce you?” he said, taking off his shirt trying his best to be sexy as his hands reach down to pull the hem of his sweatpants, you stop him showing him the container of vicks vaporub that you held.

“I knew it was too good to be true,” he sighed dramatically, letting you rub the ointment on his chest “you hate me,” you laughed as he dramatically turned away.

Just when you were about to leave, he tugged your arm making you fall on the sofa landing on his lap “but i love you” he said placing soft kisses on your neck.

“M-Mark” you accidentally let out a moan, embarrassed you moved his hands from your hips and got off his lap “you smell like vaporub,” you tease running way. Mark smirks as he watches you leave to your shared bedroom.

He knew you were close to braking, there was no way he was gonna give up now; especially after hearing that sweet moan of yours.

Sighing you plop down on your bed “fuck that was close,” you rub your thighs together feeling a familiar wetness starting to form between your legs.

Fuck

You tapped your fingers on your bare thigh, trying to distract yourself from your urges when you heard the familiar ding from your phone letting you know that someone messaged you, hoping it was the update about your online purchase you picked up your phone only to see it was from Mark.

Curious to see what he had sent you unlocked your phone. Wide eyed you dropped your phone on the bed, mouth agape as you tried to process what you just saw.

It was dick pic, more importantly it was Mark's dick.

Picking up your phone again, you opened the picture. It was an old one, you knew it because well...you've seen it before. He had his pants off leaving enough room to free his hard cock, he posed grabbing it by the base, the tip red and leaking with pre-cum. You licked your lips, feeling yourself getting more aroused by the minute as you imagined yourself tasting the salty taste of his cum.

Your hand slowly travels south as the reach the waistband of your shorts. Spreading your legs, you gasped as you rubbed your slit. You wondered if he was touching himself right now thinking of you as you thought of him, if his tip is just as red it is in the picture, leaking with cum. You let out a quiet moan as your fingers found your gaping hole barley penetration as you gathered your juices and rubbed on your neglected clit.

You heard another ding from your grabbing it you opened your messaging app, only to find a selfie of Mark. This time it was new, he is smirking at the camera holding from a low angle allowing you to see everything from waist up. You bite your lip, finally inserting a finger in you, as your eyes traveled to the small patch of his pubic hair, pouting seeing that you could only see leaking tip, and barely at that.

“Why are you pouting princess,” You heard Mark’s voice, quickly taking out your hands from your shorts you sat up leaning on the headboard. Smirking Mark walked up to you, naked “you know the best way to get rid of a cold is sex.”

His dick stood up, tip angry as pre-cum leaked from it begging you to put it between your lips. You averted your eyes noticing him smirking at you, you felt the bed move as he climbed on it.

“Don't look away baby girl,” he kissed your jaw, “I saw what you were doing,” he said, nipping at your neck his hands on your breast, squeezing it. Blushing, you felt his fingers on your chin turning you towards him, attaching his lips with yours, you finally gave in.

Lifting up your shirt up your arms throwing it, Mark smirked looking at your exposed breast “god you’re so fucking beautiful” he says holding the soft flesh as he took your nipple in his mouth, moaning as he twirls his tongue on your sensitive bud.

Arching your back, you pull on his hair with one hand as the other one slips into your shorts inserting a finger into your core desperately wanting to relieve the tension you felt, just as you are going to insert the second one you feel Mark’s hand wrap around your wrist pulling it out your shorts. You whine feeling empty looking at your boyfriend, bringing your fingers to his plump lips, inserting them in his mouth, letting a groan at your sweet taste.

“You taste so fucking good, baby girl,” he places two fingers on your lips, telling to lick them. You gladly take them in your mouth, sucking on them. “Good girl,” he says taking off your shorts with his other hand.

“So wet,” his fingers find your clit, drawing small circles on it as he gives you small kisses on your neck. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders as he finally inserts two fingers in you, biting on his shoulder as his pumps start to get rougher.

“O-Oh fuck Mark,” you moan ridding his fingers as he pumps harder bringing you to your climax.

Mark takes his fingers out of you sucking them clean, letting you catch your breath. “You good, baby?” he asked, caressing your face, kissing your temple. Nodding you get off the headboard, “sit there,” you point to where you were sitting, compiling he scooted over.

“What now?” he becomes quiet when you grab his length pumping it, “let me take care of you daddy” you say wrapping your lips around his tip circling your tongue. You moan tasting the saltines of the dried off cum from earlier, letting it go with a pop. You take in his length in bobbing your head up and down. You feel his hand wrap around your hair pulling it into a makeshift ponytail pulling you off his dick, a string of saliva leaving your lips attaching to his tip “do it properly, baby” he says whipping saliva from your chin “ you don’t wanna get punished don’t you baby girl?”.

He pushes your head lower, making you wrap your lips on his cock taking it all in “that's right, take my cock” you feel his pubic hairs tickling your nose, you grab onto his thighs steadying yourself as he fucks your mouth.

He watches as you from the mirror in front as you lift your ass up, hands in your soaked pussy playing with yourself while he fucks his length into your mouth.

“You’re such a fucking slut” he lands a hard slap on your ass making you whimper into his dick, “playing with yourself while sucking daddy off” he spanks you again.

You could his thighs flex under your touch, he’s close you think, taking him deeper in your throat.

“Ah fuck im close,” he whimpers “are you close y/n?” with your mouth full, you moan out a small yes.

“Oh god, come with me” he says, giving you his last thrust as he shoots his hot cum into your mouth, you feel your legs tremble, you came.

Swallowing, you look at him, dazed from your second orgasm of the night. You smile watching him catch his breath, you grab his semi-hard cock as it twitches in your hand, slowly pumping it.

“Oh fuck, baby” Mark leaned his head back, hitting the headboard. You got on his lap attaching your lips together as you grind on his length coating it with your juices.

“M-mark” you moan as you feel his tip rub your clit, you hover over his length aligning it to your entrance.

You moan Mark’s name, feeling enter “holy shit baby, you’re so fucking tight” Mark says wrapping his lips around your tit.

You move slowly and start to rock your hips faster, getting used to his size.

“F-fuck yeah, just like that baby” Mark moans into your ear as you bounce on his dick harder, matching your pace he thrust harder, hitting your cervix.

The room is filled with the sounds of your moan and skin slapping.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten as your orgasm approached, “M-Mark, I” you tried to talk, with each thrust you felt like you were gonna break. Mark felt the way you clenched around his cock, and the way you gripped onto his shoulders “are you gonna come, Y/n?” he asked, not trusting your voice anymore you simply nodded biting down on his shoulder as you let pleasure take over “I’m gonna cum too, cum on my cock babe,” he said rubbing your clit bring you to your orgasm.

Stars erupted over your vision for a second as you came. Your back arched while your cunt squeezed down on the dick that was still carving its way through you.

“f-Fuck yeah thats my good girl, coming on daddy’s cock like that” Mark said thrusting harder, chasing his high. You felt his thrust getting sloppier as he neared his orgasm, his dick twitch inside you as he pumped his cum into, his torso pressed against yours.

He held you close, staying inside still his dick got too soft to stay inside, he pulled out giving you a kiss. He laid you on the bed next to him, watching you catch your breath “Thank you for that, now you’ll see i'm gonna be better by tomorrow,” he said laughing as he got off the bed to get a wet towel to clean you and some water.

Smiling at him you waited for his return, ready to cuddle and go to sleep when all of a sudden you felt your throat start to tickle, you ignore the feeling thinking that your throat is most probably sore from the blowjob till you start to see the oh so familiar sensation of your nose being tickled and you let out a sneeze.

“Fuck”

* * *

“I'm sorry baby,” Mark cooed as he warps you around a blanket, you caught Mark’s cold because neither you or your boyfriend couldn't control your hormones so now you are the one to suffer from the consequences.

“Well you know” Mark starts off as you take a sip of your tea, “to get rid of a cold it's best to have se-” before he was able to finish the sentence you threw a cushion on his face, laughing he raised his hands up admitting defeat.

“At least it worked the first time” he whispered, scrolling through Netflix in search of something to watch.

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mdverse · 2 years

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heyyy it’s me again!! so u obv don’t have to respond to this if u don’t want to cuz i don’t wanna clog ur blog but since u asked about it: i guess my favorite thing about the vb au would just be the way you’ve redone the relationships between each character!! like honestly with the team itself i’m so curious what would be going thru their heads during a game and how they would have to rely on each other, and i love that they all have to kinda earn each other’s trust (since aside from sugar and brittany everyone is meeting for the first time if i remember correctly? i could be completely wrong ahh) and bond as a group. i also adore the furtana friendship 😭 it warms my heart. santana and finn having known each other since childhood just like, makes a lot of sense for them and i don’t think i’ve seen that done before, so its really cool!! my other favorite thing has gotta just be how u draw everyone. like, i know that’s not an au exclusive thing but ur art style is so cool!! i love the way u color eyes, they always pop and it’s a really cool detail. u also are really good with like, dynamic poses? idk if i’m making sense cuz i don’t really know anything about art, but when u draw movement it always looks natural and like there’s weight behind it? anyway i love everything about the vb au and i think u are an incredibly creative person for being able to come up with it all. also congrats on the redbubble!! sorry if this is long, again pls don’t feel like u have to respond to this i just didn’t wanna leave u hanging. sorry this is a mess, have a good night!!

adlkhf anon listen,,, i may be trying to not clog my blog too much but i can never resist rambling about vb au,,,,,, especially with such an enthusiastic ask! ill just slap some thoughts under the keep reading for anyone who's interested but just know that u gave me a lovely burst of motivation to actually work on the fic!!! admittedly my school semester has just started so who knows how writing will go but ill be working on the outline later :)))

anyway the character dynamics!!!! they're so fun to think about and i love them all! ur right about britt n sugar being the only ones who knew each other properly before joining the team so their dynamic is already set and wildly chaotic, but quinn and tina both know of e/o and of the britt/sugar duo bc they've seen e/o in tournaments :) so a lot of the main relationships on the team are developing at different speeds and from different starting points! which does make it kinda hard for me, a clown, trying to balance all of them lmao but it's still really fun and i'm so pumped to draw all of them together

as for furtana! my beloved! i'm assuming the reason there are so few close finntana dynamics in fics is bc of the whole outing debacle... which is very valid.... but that's why aus are so fun right? finn and santana are 2 of my faves so exploring a world in which they grew up together just kinda came naturally to me. especially when u look at their s4 interactions bc they've clearly bonded and care about e/o, even if we don't get to see the extent of it :) and then adding kurt to the mix,,, they're all dumbasses in their own ways so the resulting dynamics are really entertaining! i love imagining the sheer chaos that comes from them juggling a max of 2 brain cells between them,,, but there's also so much love there and that's easily my fav part!!! i could gush about them for so long adjshfjksdg

to sum things up im so incredibly grateful for ur enthusiasm about this au! im ridiculously passionate about it so knowing that other people like it too makes me all giddy sdkfhs and just know that u are very welcome to drop in my inbox and talk about it some more :)

#ask md #anonymous #i went on a long ramble of my own hdkhsdlf don't mind me #but seriously thank u for the ask #both asks actually #bc i woke up to this one and it made me smile so much #<3 #vb au asks #my writing #rfbd :)

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plot: Halloween with Kiyoomi Sakusa genre: fluff, crack warnings: sorta creepy wc: 6.3k (went a bit overboard sorry lol)

A/N: - This is collab from our server @babythotshq. See others spoofy stories from our server here. - I’m posting another halloween fic later, sum Semi fluff. lmk if u wanna be tagged - Thank you so much @newfriendjen for the betaread and @aomineavenue for that idea u gave me ehe - Sakusa brainrot

Nothing beats the spirit of Halloween, the best holiday ever invented. Ghost stories, people in costumes, haunted houses, scary movies, everything about this holiday — you love and welcome them all. Last year, your Halloween adventure was you and your friends trying to make a documentary (actually it was just you hogging the camera and tripping your friends that you’re seeing apparitions) in an abandoned building.

But the highlight of that Halloween wasn’t that. It was meeting Sakusa. Albeit how sweet that sounds, the whole of it was honestly ridiculous.

A year ago, you and your coworkers agreed to join the Halloween party at the club near your office. You drew lots on what will be the theme of each person’s costume in the office. The person whose costume fits their theme the most gets a prize. When you got “something unexpected” at the draw, you were thrilled at all the possibilities your imagination could think of.

But then work fucked you up until you barely had any time left. You only had less than 48 hours to come up with an award-winning costume. As you’re scrunching for your work deadlines, you look around for possible costume inspirations. And voila, your eyes landed on that certain object near your monitor.

You laughed your head off when you pictured what you’d look like.

At the club at the night of the Halloween party, it was expected to have most people in costume. No one gave anyone a second look for being all dressed up.

Except for you.

When you entered the bar, people were staring. You made your way to your colleagues, uttering your excuse mes and sorrys to the people you bumped. Once your officemates saw you, they guffawed simultaneously. You were wearing white boots, surgical , a light blue long-sleeve top, and black short shorts. On top of the long-sleeve top and shorts was a white box hanging inches just below your thighs which made it look like a box dress. Printed on the front of the box dress was “GERMINATOR. Kill 99.9% germs” complete with its logo. At the back of it was the product’s information. It even had an improvised pump on your head. On your bare thighs was a holster holding sanitizers instead of guns.

You twirled in front of your colleagues and they all gave you a round of applause.

You were so stressed out with work that you drank your heart out before the party even began to reach its peak. Your nearing drunk ass was letting loose when your back collided with someone and you nearly tripped.

It was a guy with white streaks on his hair that was held up by gel or wax. He gasped as he took in your appearance. “Miss! Please come with me.” The guy didn’t really give you a choice when he grabbed your wrist and dragged your tipsy self to wherever.

“Omi-kun! I brought you someone.” He said while he hid you behind him.

“Really, Bo-kun? You think he’d be interested in anyone from here?” You heard someone say despite the noise. The guy who just hauled you there moved away to reveal that certain someone, aka you. You went with the flow and gave them a curtsy while your vision started to sway a bit.

You easily distinguished who he’s with since they’re all wearing the same yellow jacket. “What are you s’ppsed to be? A boy band or somethin?” you asked but no one answered.

You are met with different reactions. Two of them dropped their jaws. One had a wide smile on his face, obviously proud of finding you. Then, there was this guy you couldn’t make out because he was wearing a face mask. After recovering from their shock, the three men looked at the one who wore a face mask.

The guy with white streaks turned to you and said, “I’m Bokuto,” referring to himself. “That’s Hinata,” he pointed out to the shortest guy in orange hair. “Miya, “ the blonde one said, then grabs the face masked-guy who has a stiff frown on his half-visible face. “And this,” he pushed the face-mask man in front of you, “is Sakusa.” Everyone looked so entertained and so amused, except for the one directly in front of you. But you don’t acknowledge the somber aura coming from him. You like being the source of entertainment, especially for this event.

“Oh you unsanitary boys! You can call me,” you grab two sanitizers dramatically from your holster and pose like a sailor scout, except weirder. You couldn’t even tell how you exactly posed your arms in the air, you just let the alcohol do the work. As a finishing touch to the pose, you winked and announced, “Germinator-chan!!!”

At that, Miya spilled the drink he was about to take while Bokuto put his hands on his hips as they both laughed uncontrollably. Hinata walked beside … what was his name again? You’ll just continue calling him face-mask man. “You look so cool, Germinator-chan!!” Hinata beamed at you while scanning your whole look. “We should’ve dressed up as well,” he added with a slight pout.

Ah. Sakusa it was.

Miya ,who was still laughing his heart out, put an arm around Sakusa, “My, my, Omi-kun,” he paused to chuckle, “We’ve found yer dream girl!” Sakusa tried to shrug Miya’s arm off of his shoulder. “Please don’t touch me.”

Bokuto came closer as well and spoke to Sakusa, “Are you still leaving? Germinator-chan can keep you clean.”

“Of course I’m still leaving. I shouldn’t even have come in this germ-infested place” he said and was about to saunter off towards the exit. Before he could even pass you by, you block his path and extend your arms.

“Germ, you say? I got you,” you said while you poised your sanitizers in place, ready to give him some if he extends his hands to you. You find no shame in how flippant you seemed. This is what Halloween parties are all about. You, yourself, are having fun even if you don’t entirely grasp why they’re teasing the guy. He probably has a cold and wants to avoid too many people.

You weren’t expecting it, but Sakusa held out his hands. You thought he was just going to ignore your antics because he seemed annoyed. You heard him mumble something, but because of the music and his face mask, you didn’t hear it.

“Sorry, what?!”

He comes a bit closer, close enough for you to notice how he’s not as serious as he was before. More so, he looked pleased. Since half of his face is covered, all your attention went to his eyes, and at this proximity, you became aware how pretty they actually looked. Or maybe you’re already drunk and he’s just too close.

“Thanks, miss,” he uttered softly.

“BAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!! You’re perfect for each other!” Bokuto’s laugh drew your attention away from Sakusa.

“Before you leave, Omi-san. Can we take pictures with you, Germinator-chan?” Hinata asks with his phone already on his hand.

“Ah yes yes, Shoyo-kun. Clever idea.” The Miya guy said with a widespread grin on his face. Once again, they all gathered around Sakusa. You joined them with silly poses as they took several selfies with you. The three of them were obviously having fun while Sakusa’s expression was the same in all the photos. Even with the face mask, you could tell. He’s pissed. As soon as they put the phone down, he was on the move again.

“Wait, Omi-kun!” Miya stopped him once more. Sakusa looked like a vein was gonna pop on his temple. Maybe you just imagined him being pleasant a while ago.

“We’re letting ya leave, don’t worry.” Miya smirked prior to adding, “after ya take pictures with Germinator-chan.” You see Sakusa’s shoulders slump in defeat. But you didn’t feel bad for him at all. In fact, you also wanted to keep on teasing him.

As they snap pictures, you kept on doing superhero poses with your costume. Sakusa’s impassiveness doesn’t bother you one bit. You kept on flailing around him while they took pictures. When they had their fill, they said their goodbyes as Sakusa walked away without even looking back.

“Byeee. Stay germ-free!” You half-shouted as he already gained some distance away from you and the three men. When he reached the exit, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned on your heel and saw Miya offering you a drink. “You, Germinator-chan, are fucking awesome.” The three boys wore big smiles on their faces which you reciprocated. You bowed as acknowledgment to the compliment and took the offered liquor. You gulped a significant amount before excusing yourself “Bye boyysss.” You head back to your coworkers, faltering on every step of the way.

Two days after that Halloween party, life went on. You regret drinking so much that night. You barfed like crazy when you got home and you had a massive hangover the morning after so you had to take the following day off. Since everyone in your office knew why you had to be absent the previous day, they made you do additional work that day.

You’re a Lifestyle writer, but the Sports department needed another person today. They weren’t able to do the interview for some players the week before so you’re needed to do the last set of interviews. You don’t really know anything Sports-related. They just gave you a list of the people you’re going to interview and the questionnaire for them to answer. The most you could do is follow up on their answers. You looked at the names to be interviewed.

Shion Inunaki

Kiyoomi Sakusa

Shoyo Hinata

You don’t know why, but the names were awfully familiar. You shrugged it off. Maybe you just saw some articles about them from the Sports department.

You arrived at the gymnasium and went straight to their manager, stating that you were scheduled there to interview some players for your magazine. You took your seat at the sides and waited. The first interview with Inunaki went smoothly. When you’re done with him, he called the next guy and got back to their practice.

Upon seeing the next interviewee, you stare intently at him for he looked incredibly familiar, you just had to remember where you met him. Black, curly hair that framed his face nicely. Two moles located right above his right eyebrow. Sharp, serious eyes. But something’s off. Something at the back of your head knows that you’ve seen his face, but something’s amiss.

Face mask. He wasn’t wearing his face mask.

Sakusa.

Drunken memories came rushing down to your sober mind. You even heard your frilly voice saying Germinator-chan!!

You looked down and fixed your glasses as an attempt to hide your face. You cleared your throat and deepened your talking voice so that he wouldn’t perceive any resemblance you may have with what you looked like two nights ago.

You started the interview and took down notes more keenly than you should, just so you wouldn’t meet his gaze. From your peripheral, you saw him trying to get a better look at your face.

“Excuse me, have we met somewhere?” he said after answering a question from your list. You smile thriftly and shake your head. “I don’t think so.” He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press on.

‘Kami-sama, I swear to take care of myself and not contaminate my precious body with alcohol. Just let me go through this unnoticed. I’m begging you,’ you prayed silently.

Fortunately, the interview ended with Sakusa not figuring out who you were. When the last interviewee sat down, a pair of bright hazel eyes stared at you with glee.

“GERMINATOR-CHAN!” Hinata yelled while pointing at you happily. It echoed in the whole gymnasium and how awfully lucky you were, everyone was on break. You felt everyone’s eyes on you. Not long after, you’re crowded by not only the four boys you met that fateful night, but everyone else in the team.

“Wow. This is the Germinator-chan?” A player you didn’t know asked.

Apparently, Miya shared the pictures to every single one on the team. Inunaki joined their fun and tapped the back of Sakusa. “Real nice, Sakusa-san!” You heard a familiar voice and found Miya beside Sakusa. “Well, well, Omi-kun. Her alter-ego’s real pretty.” The taunts were focused on Sakusa, but you felt like sinking on your seat that moment.

“Um!!” You got all their attention. “Sorry, but can I finish my interview with Hinata-kun first?” You smiled as professionally and as nice as you could. They all uttered light apologies and dispersed back on the court. You resumed with the interview as fast as you could. You thanked Hinata and their manager and semi-sprinted out of the court when you had the chance. No way you’re gonna get hounded by any MSBY member again.

The exit was just a few steps away and finally, you can rest easy. You let out a breath of relief when you reached outside with no problem.

“Germinator-chan.”

You yelp from the sudden voice behind you. You slowly turn around to confirm if it was who you thought it was. And behold, it really was Sakusa Kiyoomi. You twiddled with your fingers while thinking of what you should say. You didn’t want to apologize for your behavior the other night. You liked having fun and going crazy. You saw nothing wrong with that. You didn’t do anything inappropriate. It’s just that you didn’t think you’d see any of those men right when you’re working.

He walked towards you until you were face to face. Without his face mask, you end up staring at his whole profile that was partially hidden that night. He must’ve been really sick to want to cover such an attractive face.

“What brand of sanitizer did you use?” You blink twice from the confusion. “What?” you ask dumbfoundedly. “That night. The sanitizer you gave me felt nice. Did it have 70% isopropyl alcohol?” You couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you cause his face is dead serious. That’s when you figured it out.. The face mask, the early escape from the crowd, attention to disinfectant — he was a clean freak.

“Umm. I-Uh.. I’m not really sure. I didn’t really check,” you said, then laughed nervously.

“Do you want some recommendations?”

“Huh?” You felt like an idiot for not fully grasping what he was talking about. If you weren’t staring so hard, you wouldn’t have noticed it, but something broke his stoic expression when his eyes averted your gaze for a second. He looked a bit unsure.

“I can help you choose a good sanitizer...and stuff.”

The smile that broke in your face was wide and it hurt your cheeks. You’ve been asked out several times, but that. That was unlike any other you’ve ever heard. It was so weird. It was the kind of weird that appeared so charming to you.

You just had to go out with him.

A year after that, you find yourself in his apartment to celebrate Halloween. Originally, you wanted to go to that Halloween party again, but no matter how much you pouted, begged, and pestered him, the answer was a big, fat no.

This is your most-awaited holiday of the year. There’s no way you’re missing out on Halloween activities with him. So days prior to this, you brainstormed on what activities you could do with him.

Haunted House? Dirty. Abandoned buildings? Dirtier. Street Parties? Crowded. Ouija Board? You’re scared something will actually happen. Zombie run? Dirty and crowded.

You almost gave up until you remembered your vast collection of untouched horror movies, documentaries, and series that you didn’t have the time to watch because of work. You instantly texted Sakusa if that was okay with him.

Okay

You’ve never been so glad to read a four-lettered text after receiving a constant n-o, no to all your suggestions. Finally. FINALLY, you came up with something you two could do.

Halloween weekend came and you both decided on Sakusa’s apartment to do the movie marathon. You keep shifting in your seat from excitement. Tonight, you get the opportunity to watch some of your hoarded horror pieces, and much better, you’re watching it with Sakusa.

“Is there anything you’d like to watch in particular?” you ask him with your eyes still glued on the screen, browsing your bought movies. He moves closer to you and slouches so he can better see his options.

If Sakusa will be honest, he’s not really a fan of horror. He doesn’t see the point of scaring oneself from something that is make-believe. So he’s not that enthusiastic about it.

But you were.

If watching freakish movies makes you happy, then okay. Out of all your ideas this year, this is the only one he can tolerate. He knows how dedicated you are in celebrating this event. Last year was already a solid proof of that.

“Don’t you get scared by watching that stuff?” He’s looking at you but your focus is on the screen as you scroll down. “I do. But that’s the point!” You squeal from excitement. He still can’t wrap his head around the whole concept, but he’s willing to indulge you.

“Do you get scared by these?” you peel your eyes away from the TV and shift your attention to him.

He shrugs indifferently. “Not really,” was his answer even though he still hasn’t watched a full length horror film. He just couldn’t imagine how a fictional work could potentially frighten him.

“Okay. Let’s go with something light since the night is still young,” you said, then clicked on some movie that he didn’t catch the title of. You huddled closer to him. You tuck your knees in and hug your legs as the movie starts.

You’re so elated that you don’t notice the tug in the corner of his mouth as he studies your face. He asked you out on a whim because that day, he didn’t really have the time to think twice. He wasn’t sure if he’d see you again. If he’d been honest, he thought you were all over the place when he first saw you. He didn’t usually find that appealing, but he couldn’t deny that you looked so cute as Germinator-chan, especially with your eyes twinkling in glee as you offered him that sanitizer.

Even though asking you out wasn’t a well-thought of idea, he made the right decision. He didn’t need to match up to your outgoing personality. You never made him feel that he wasn’t enough or that he needed to be more than himself. He never felt pressured to make you happy because you already are with whatever he gives. You’re you and he’s him, yet your relationship is more than satisfactory for both of you.

You might have noticed him gaping at you since you suddenly turned to him and raised your eyebrow. “What’re you staring for?” Your lips formed the cute smile he’s always adored.

“Nothing,” he replied more quickly than he should. He takes in your smile for one good second before shifting his gaze to the screen. The movie starts with people going to the woods for their idea of fun.

‘Ew’ he thought to himself.

As the film progresses, it gets even worse. There are body parts getting dismembered. It’s so bad when someone’s arm was severed, blood splattered all over the place. He unconsciously grips your thigh to ground himself. You don’t notice this since you shrieked happily at the scene. You were even clapping your hands.

“Yeeess! Cut those arms, dude.”

He couldn’t believe you found this fun. He couldn’t bear to look at the mutilated body parts, even if it was just on screen. He just looked away until he thought it was safe for his eyes again. That’s what he’ll do every time there’s a bloody clip.

After a while, you finally sense that his hand was clutching your thigh because of the gradual increase of force he unknowingly put behind it.

“Kiyoomi?” You look at your boyfriend whose face is now drained of color. “Oh no. What’s wrong?!” Your full attention is now on him despite the film still rolling.

Your face is a pile of concern. A while ago, he was painfully uncomfortable in your choice of movie, but seeing your once cheery facade get all worried cause he couldn’t take the blood made him feel bad. You already adjusted your Halloween plans for him. He can at least try harder to get through this movie.

He gently shakes his head. “I’m okay. Don’t mind me. Let’s keep watching.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to do it if you’re not okay with it.” It was very like you to look out for him and adjust to him, even at your own expense. You’re easygoing, loud, fun, and everything he’s not - that included messy and clumsy. Despite that, you accepted his needs and boundaries without any qualms.

He removes his grip from your thigh and wraps his arm around you.

“I’m really fine, sweetheart.”

Your face lights up at his endearment, completely melting away the worry you had a while ago.

Now, he just needs to pin it on his mind that the thing isn’t real and he can survive the night.

However, it proved to be more difficult than he imagined when the scenes keep getting messier, bloodier, and dirtier. He keeps on focusing on your entertained face to distract himself from the screams and the sound of blood splashing and gushing.

From the short moments that he was able to glance at the screen, he can tell that the movie is reaching its climax already. He decided that he’s going to keep his eyes on the screen starting from now, just to fulfill your wish of him actually watching with you.

A few minutes into it and he was starting to feel sick. He gets nauseous when someone's head is crushed by a rock. Unable to continue, he pulls you closer and leans his forehead on your shoulder with his eyes closed.

You immediately notice him wavering and quickly turn off the television. You cup his cheeks and brush away the curls blocking his face. He opens his eyes and looks at you weakly.

“Sorry, we were almost done… but the blood was too much,” he confessed defeatedly.

“No, no, no. I should’ve realized that it would make you uneasy.” You felt guilty for not figuring it out sooner. You’ve been with him for a year now. You should’ve put two and two together.

“Let’s do something else. What do you wanna do?”

“We can watch another scary film. Just less blood.” He suggested a compromise. He won’t let you do all the adjusting this time. He’s getting fed up with himself being coddled by you all the time.

“Swear to me that you’ll let me know if it gets too much.” Your tone was serious.

“I swear Germinator-chan,” he says monotonously but you catch the humor behind it. This is Sakusa afterall. Because you’re used to his non-expressive self, you’ve gotten used to the intricate details of how he conveys his emotion.

You couldn’t help but smile while rolling your eyes back to the screen. You choose a more recent movie that’s a sequel to a very famous horror franchise you’ve been following. It was perfect because it was just plain creepy and scary without the gore.

You make yourselves comfortable again. Around twenty minutes into the film, there's no one who’s body parts are missing from their bodies. You’ve been keeping an eye on him. Thankfully, it seems like he’s calmed down now that he’s leaning on the couch with the color back on his face. He looks focused on the movie that was playing. With that, you are able to relax and do the same.

The calm was short-lived though. This movie is quite distinct from the last one. The previous film was chaotic and fun (for you). Now, the room is drowning in ominous music as you wait for the next jumpscare to happen. But it doesn’t. It leaves you at the edge of your seat when you tortuously wait for it to come. The eerie background music stops without any sign of the demonic ghost showing up. You finally let out the breath you were holding in your chest.

That is until you see something in the corner of the screen. It was hazy and it looks like it’s just part of the background. You fixate your eyes on the imagery while you feel a familiar dread rising in your throat. You want to make sure that it was nothing. You squeeze Sakusa’s knee while leaning a bit towards the screen to get a better look.

When you find that you’re close enough, the screen completely turns black, but only for a millisecond. It pops back up to reveal the same background you were looking at earlier. Only now, the thing you were closely looking at was not there anymore. You don’t know what to expect as there’s only silence.

In a blink of an eye, the object of your focus was revealed. A woman’s face occupied the whole screen. She had blood-shot eyes wide as saucers accompanied by an inhuman grin that spread too wide, making her face look unholy.

“SHIIIIITTTTTTTT!!!”

Your reflexes kick in. You use the hand you have on Sakusa’s knee to propel yourself and launch yourself to him. Both your hands find their way on his chest, clutching tight the fabric over it. You bury half your face on his chest and close your eyes.

“Is she gone?” Before he even answers, you open one eye cautiously and peek at the screen to see if it was safe to look again. You see that the scene is cut to a crowd with mundane music. You exhale heavily. You loosen your grip on his shirt and look up to him with a sheepish smile.

“I thought you’re used to this.” He remarks inquisitively while looking confused as to why you were so frightened when you were the one who suggested the horror marathon.

“Do you watch this stuff when you’re alone?” He asked further.

“Of course not. I live alone. I might not get any sleep if I watch some by myself.” You giggle. “And it’s more fun to watch with others.” You let go of your grip on him and go back to how you were previously sitting.

The movie went on with several more screams from you. You begin to feel Sakusa tensing up. You notice how intense he’s leaning on the couch. It’s like he doesn’t want any space behind him from the way he pushed his back to the cushioned backrest and seized the armrest with his right limb. His other hand was holding yours rigidly. Like him, you also start to be agitated as the appearances of haunted apparitions become clearer and more frequent.

It came to point that you were kneeling on the couch and had your arms around him. You have no control on how tight you were holding on to him. You’re pretty sure you were squishing his cheeks sometimes, but you don’t hear anything from him. He seems to be immersed in the story as well because you can feel him flinch and jerk at jumpscares. At the turning point of the movie, it was basically a screamfest held by you.

Seems like you blew his ear off since he tugged you to sit back down. Still, he doesn’t say anything and encloses an arm around you instead. You respond accordingly and use his embrace as your cover.

When the movie ends, you breathe a sigh of relief, which is followed by a laugh and an applause.

“That was so good!” Your eyes are beaming brightly from satisfaction. “Right?” You turn to him to see his reaction.

He has a faint smile on his face, then nods twice. “I didn’t expect you’d be that jumpy,” he said. You scratch your head while laughing embarrassedly. When you settled down, you just found yourselves staring at each other. The thick restlessness from the scary film was gone, replaced by something intimately familiar to both of you.

He makes the first move. He gently cups your cheek and lets it linger momentarily while his eyes shimmer with tenderness as they remain on yours. Some people, namely your coworkers, found it weird that someone like you is dating Sakusa. According to them, you’re a firecracker while he was a defective explosive that only lights up when playing volleyball.

But they’re wrong.

They just don’t know that this Sakusa in front of you exists. He has his own ways of letting you know how much he cares. They were quiet gestures that spoke loudly and exclusively for you. And yes, you are a chaotic bundle of energy, so there were many days that even you, yourself overwhelm yourself. But he gives you peace that nothing or no one else has provided you.

So when he leans closer to capture your lips, you immediately melt to him.

What started out as an affectionate kiss begins to heat up when he grabs your waist and pulls you closer. Then, he grazes his tongue on your lower lip before biting it gently. To hell with your coworkers. He’s nowhere near a defective explosive when he makes you burn up like this.

You want to feel him more, so you take the lead and straddle him. You grind your hips against his crotch and cover his mouth with yours. You’re getting eager to touch his bare skin so you pull up his shirt which reveals his toned chest and abs that made you drool. Best perk of dating a pro athlete. You look down a bit to relish the sight of him topless.

“Um. Can you tie your hair?”

“I washed my hair right before we watched. It’s clean.” You don’t look back at him and continue trailing your palm down on his abs.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?” You still keep your eyes on his torso while biting your lips.

“You’re like the demon lady with your hair down like that when you look down.”

You snap your head back up and find him clearly avoiding looking at you. You try to imagine what he’s thinking - the demon lady on his lap and is about to do the nasty with him. You throw your head back and roar from laughter.

“You have quite the imagination, you know that?” you tell him with your eyes still twinkling from amusement.

“You looked like her for a minute,” he insisted. You click your tongue while shaking your head. “Too bad, Omi. I don’t have my hairtie with me.” You get off from his lap and sit beside him. “Let’s watch a documentary instead?” He only replies with a nod.

“Sorry.I tried, but I can’t unsee it.”

“It’s fine.” You giggle and kiss him on the cheek. “I don’t want you having nightmares of me as the demon lady.”

You grab the remote and put on a ghost-sighting documentary while he puts on his shirt back. It fell flat compared to the other two that previously went on, but you did not change it. You gave it a chance. Maybe there’s something interesting about it.

….

Sakusa woke up with the TV already displaying its screen saver. Before he passed out, he recalls you were starting to get drowsy with your eyes hazy while leaning on his shoulder. He doesn’t remember when, but he must’ve fallen asleep.

Not realizing that there was no weight resting on him, he looked beside him.

You weren’t there.

That was odd. If you moved to the bedroom, you would have woken him up. He blinks a few times to clear his vision before scanning the corners of this room from his seat. His only source of light was the one emanating from the screen, but that should be enough to get even just an outline of your figure.

But there was no sign of you, just the darkness engulfing the inanimate objects in the room.

“Y/n?” He called out, but there was no response.

He grabs the remote and turns off the TV. On the slight chance that you are already in his bed, he walks to his bedroom.

The cool metal of the doorknob wakes his senses. He’s suddenly more wary of everything around him. Because he wanted to reduce the accumulation of dust in his place, he did not place any unnecessary object that can cause dirt. That made his place look spacious and wide. It was only now that he became aware of the vast empty spaces on his back.

Yet despite the seeming emptiness, it feels like something is occupying the place, lurking in the vacant arrays of his home.

A sudden breeze grazes his nape.

‘It’s nothing. It’s usually cold this time of the year.’ He told himself even though he could feel the chill creeping up on his spine.

He hurriedly turns the doorknob and opens the door, only to reveal an empty bed and an empty room. You aren’t there. He’s about to shut the door when the curtains suddenly fly softly at its hems. Yeah. It’s definitely windier than usual.

He closes the door and moves towards the bathroom. The lights are off in it, but you sometimes don’t turn it on when you get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. You don’t like sudden bright lights. Although when you do that, you usually leave the door open.

The bathroom door is shut. His hand was ready to knock when he saw a shadow from his peripheral. He wanted to ignore it, but his trained eye caught the figure. He harshly spun to see what it was.

Nothing.

It was nothing. The deafening silence augmented the dread that was starting to consume his being. He can feel the tips of his fingers get colder, his skin prickling from goosebumps, his throat getting dryer.

“You’re just imagining things,” he uttered to himself to quell his nervousness. He enjoyed the movie earlier, but he didn’t think it would get in his head.

He turns back around to the door and knocks three times. No answer. He knocks again, louder this time. Where the hell are you? It wasn’t like you to leave without saying anything.

He heads for the kitchen to get some water, hoping that it can erase the uneasiness on his mind and body. Then he’ll call your phone as a last resort.

When he makes his turn at the corner of the living room leading to the kitchen, his breath gets suspended in the air at the sight.

A woman who’s looking down stood in front of him. He’s never seen something so sinister. Her black pupils occupy the whole of her eyes. Her hair is down and framed her face in a perfect V shape.

“FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!” His thick scream broke the stillness of his apartment while stumbling a few steps back. It was followed by the woman’s screechy wail as she looked up to him.

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Her hair falls a few inches away from her cheeks, giving him a clearer view of her face. It was not a haunted apparition.

It was you!

Now that he looks closely, your eyes were actually normal. It’s just that it was so dark and your eyelids were half closed so it seemed like your eyes were a complete block of black.

When the two of you stopped exchanging screams, it was you who recovered first. He was still frozen in place with terrified eyes. “Oh Kiyoomi.” You put your arms around him and dipped your head on the crook of his neck. Your relieved heaving quickly bubbled into tittering as you realized how stupid you two must’ve seemed.

You put a gentle hand on his face and looked at him. He’s still a bit shaken, but he meets your gaze. “I called for you. Why didn’t you answer?”

“I got a voice call from one of my editors so I was listening intently.”

“Why here?”

“I was getting water when I opened the message.”

“Were you in the living room just now?”

You frown at him. “No…. well actually, maybe? I was spaced out while walking when I realized I didn’t really get the water I came for. So I immediately went back to the kitchen.”

The breath he exhales is deep, but you feel his shoulders loosen up from it. “You didn’t even see that TV was already off and I wasn’t there anymore?” His tone was a bit irritated.

“I was preoccupied with what my editor said.” You pout.

His demeanor softens up. He takes your hand off from his cheek and holds it tenderly. “Let’s just get to bed already.”

When you two lie down, you’re surprised that he’s spooning you. He never does. He doesn’t like your hair touching his face, even though you tell him that you’ve thoroughly cleaned it. Usually, you are the big spoon, which was weird because he’s way too huge for you, or you position yourself a bit lower so that your cheeks are on his chest and you aren’t obstructing his face.

“Next year, let’s go to that Halloween party instead. I’ll dress up in a PPE so no one touches me.“ He says in your ear while his arm snakes around your waist.

“Hmm. I dunno. I quite like this to be honest.” You hold the arm he has around you and snuggled closer. Yep. You’d rather have this.

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sleepynobie · 4 years

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Drawing (Mori x Reader)

(A/N: A fluff with Mori! Enjoy :3)

As someone who loves to draw, you just can't bear to draw at home all the time. You need to go out to the park with your sketchbook, sitting with your back on a tree as you draw and listen to the music. It's just healing for you when you're surrounded by nature and able to feel the fresh air, although it can be difficult as an introvert when some kids suddenly approach you and get excited as they look at your drawing. But today, it's not a kid who approach you.

It's your classmate, Mori Jin.

"Woah!! You're really good at drawing!"

At first, you don't notice that Mori is next to you as he watches you draw the environment in front of you. But, you start to feel something is close to you which breaks your focus on the drawing and turn your attention to the left. Then, you finally notice that someone is crouching next to you while watching you draw which makes you look startled that you move away from him.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" Mori quickly apologises before grinning sheepishly "I'm just really impressed at your drawing so I wanna see how it's going to turn out"

"N-N-No! It's fine!" You stutter a little since you're still flustered before calming yourself down and take off your earbuds "I didn't expect you to be here, Mori Jin"

However, Mori seems to look confused as if he doesn't know you and that shit stings yet at the same time not surprising. There's a reason why people call you the real-life Kuroko.

"I guess you don't know me huh..." You say and look dejected which makes Mori flinch.

"W-Well I uhh..." He tries to remember if he ever saw you but nothing comes into mind before he apologises "I'm sorry... I don't know you"

"That's okay" You sigh before smiling "I'm (Name), we're in the same class"

"You are?!" He looks shocked and you nod.

"I sit at the last row near the window. I tend to be quiet and don't like to stand out so that's why I don't have a strong presence, unlike you"

"I see" Mori says before grinning "I'll greet you in the class next time alright?!"

You quickly imagine how Mori will greet you loudly to the point it will attract the whole class's attention to both of you. And that would be the worst scenario because you don't want all eyes on you.

"As long as you don't shout, I'm okay with it-"

"Also, just call me Mori okay?" He interjects with a smile and offers his hand for a handshake which you reciprocate.

"Okay, Mori" It feels a bit weird when it's the first time you talk to him. But anyway, at least Mori knows you now.

"So, do you draw people too?" Mori suddenly asks which you immediately nod in response while you turn off the music on your phone and keep your earbuds in your bag.

"I draw everything including people. But I'm still learning though.. I'm not good with anatomy"

"Really?" He looks at you with awe before he stands in front of you "Then, can you draw me?"

"I can but don't expect much from me" You say unconfidently while Mori just proceeds with a high kick pose.

"How about this?"

"That's fine with me but are you sure you can hold on? It'll probably take some time but I'll try my best to draw as fast as I can" You say with a concerned look but he just smiles confidently.

"Don't worry! I can hold this position as long as you want!"

"O-Okay.." You sweatdrop and start drawing on your sketchbook. Well, you don't draw in details since you don't want to tire him for holding his pose (and people start to look at him weirdly which you feel bad about it). But you're impressed that he actually manages to stay still since it takes 20 minutes to finish the sketch. If it's you, you won't last for 5 minutes.

"I'm done" You say after you're done to Mori who finally able to bring his leg down and quickly crouch next to you to see the drawing. Even though it's just a sketch, it impresses him at how well you draw in just 20 minutes.

"That's amazing!!" He says excitedly which makes you blush at his compliment.

"Thank you... It's just a sketch right now but I can refine it and give it to you if you want to"

"Really?!" He looks at you with a happy smile "I never have someone draws me so that will be awesome!"

You nod "Yeap. It's like a practice for me so I enjoy challenging myself in drawing different things"

"I see I see" Mori looks impressed before pointing to his face "Then, what about my face?"

You can see that his eyes sparkle at how he looks forward to seeing you draw his face. Well, you don't mind since it won't attract attention and he doesn't have to tire himself on maintaining a pose. So, you decide to accept it and even let him see the final result instead of the sketch.

But boi you make a wrong choice.

Mori sits in front of you so it's easier for you to see him while drawing on your sketchbook. But the thing is, first, he's staring at you. Second, you keep having different thoughts while you draw such as how does his hair maintain its form? Just how many gels does he use? Isn't this the first time you draw a boy? And, Mori actually looks... attractive? When the last thought pops up, you blush as you look flustered at the sudden thought and your heart begins to race.

"(Name), are you okay? Your cheeks are turning red?" Mori asks as he notices the change in colour on your cheek before leaning closer to you and placing his hand on your forehead "Grandpa said that it's either because of alcohol or fever but you don't seem to have a fever, and we're not drinking alcohol"

That makes you blush even more as you know why that happens before you decide to stop drawing "I'm okay, I'm okay. But I don't think I can finish the drawing today..."

"Ehhhh?" Mori looks slightly disappointed "So.. are you starting to feel unwell? But you don't seem to have a fever-"

"W-Well, I think I overestimate my ability" You interject before looking at him with determination "Anyway, I will finish it as soon as possible! I have pride in my drawing so I won't back down from what I offered"

"Ohhh! You sound cool, (Name)!" His expression changes to awe in a split second since he's distracted before he claps a couple of times which again makes you feel embarrassed at his compliment "But how are you going to finish it if I'm not there for you to see? Unless I have to visit your house or we meet at this park again? Or at school?"

"Well.. I have an idea but" You suddenly look timid and take out your phone "I would need your permission if it's okay to take your photo so I can draw at home or whenever I have free time"

"Sounds great!" Mori agrees immediately before smiling "Take a photo of me then"

"Okay" You nod and position yourself to take a photo of Mori before you tap the camera button to take it "Got it. I will delete the photo as soon as I'm done so don't worry! I won't save your photo!"

You panic for a moment because you don't want to be thought of as a creep. On the other hand, Mori looks confused since he doesn't find any problem with you keeping the photo "Well, I don't really care since it's only a photo of me. I just want to see your drawing!"

"Okay.." You smile slightly "Anyway, I'll try to get it done by Monday”

"Really?! So, I can see it at school?!" His eyes sparkle due to excitement that he's going to see a drawing of him soon which makes you sweatdrop and nod in response. You're still not used to with Mori being hyper.

"Awesome! I can't wait!" He grins "You're the first person who draws me so I wanna see how I look like in a drawing, especially when your drawing is amazing!"

"It's not that great" You smile sheepishly because it's not true to you and Mori exaggerates it "Just don't get your hopes up alright? I'll do my best-"

"You are great though!" He frowns and leans closer to you which makes you blush "I can't draw like you so you have a talent!"

You're not used to in receiving compliments as they make you embarrassed before you thank him shyly "Thank you.."

Mori smiles at you before suddenly, his stomach grumbles due to hunger.

"Well, it's time to eat" He merely says without a hint of embarrassment and retreats while clutching his stomach before looking at you "Do you come here often, (Name)?"

"Not really" You reply "I come here when I want to so it's not a routine thing"

"Ahh I see" Mori sighs in disappointment "I was expecting to see you again here"

You blush slightly at his response but then you look at him with confusion "We can meet at school right?"

"We can but I want to see you again here since it's only the two of us so I can see you draw" He explains honestly and that makes you blush even more because isn't he technically asking for a date?! "Besides, I can spend more time with you here than at school with only two breaks- Are you okay, (Name)?"

"I'm fine!" You quickly reply "So.. do you want to meet every Saturday morning here then?”

"Yes!" He nods excitedly before cheering as he pumps his fists up "Awesome! I can see you here every week!"

"Okay" You smile slightly and take out your phone to ask for his number in case you need to contact him. However, you find out that he doesn't have a phone so you two need to make sure you meet at the exact same spot.

"Anyway, I have to go to eat" Mori says as he stands up "Man.. I've been jogging and training too long that I haven't eaten yet"

"I'll see you on Monday then" You say as you look up to him and he nods before smiling.

"I'm excited to see your drawing, (Name)! I'll see you on Monday!"

After that, he leaves with another grumble on his stomach and how he whines that he's hungry which makes you sweatdrop. Well, today's certainly an unexpected event since you just come here for a change of pace. And now, you end up setting a date every week to meet with the Mori Jin.

You look at your phone as you set the date on your calendar before going to your photo library. You look at Mori's photo since you plan to continue drawing him, but the more you look at it, the more you feel embarrassed as those thoughts come into mind again.

Extended Ending

Today is finally the day when you're going to show your drawing to him.

You manage to get it done by Monday and it takes a lot of effort, not the drawing but hypnotising yourself not to get entranced by Mori's look. You look nervous while looking at the sketchbook on your table as you wait for Mori to arrive. It shouldn't be this nerve wrecking but you just can't help but worry if Mori likes it or not.

Speak of the devil, you hear a sound of the door being opened which makes you turn your attention to it and there he is. Mori looks at you and smiles excitedly before waving his hand as he shouts your name.

"(Name)! Good morning!"

"I told him not to shout though" You sweatdrop as everyone in the class looks at you which makes you look intimidated. Anyway, Mori quickly approaches you as he looks excited at your drawing.

"So, so, so, have you finished it?"

"I-I've finished it" You say and he looks more hyped up that makes you feel more nervous "I hope you like it, Mori"

You open the sketchbook and show a drawing of him. Immediately, Mori looks at it with awe before he leans closer to you and places his hands on your table.

"(NAME)! I LOVE IT!"

"R-Really?" You blush at his closeness but then feel relieved that he likes your drawing "That's good to hear-"

"This is amazing!" Mori holds the sketchbook as he looks at your drawing with sparkled eyes before thanking you "Thank you so much for drawing me, (Name)"

"You're welcome" You smile brightly at him as you feel happy that he appreciates your drawing so much. Well, he has been complimenting you from the start but nothing beats the feeling when someone likes your work. Meanwhile, Mori looks slightly surprised since it's his first time seeing you smile that brightly which actually makes him feel like he wants to see more of it.

"(Name), if I ask for more drawings, will you draw for me again?"

You look surprised at the sudden question but you nod "Sure. I told you it will be like practice to me anyway so if you want me to draw something, you can ask me"

"Okay!" Mori smiles before putting the sketchbook back to the table "Anyway, can I keep the drawing?"

"Of course!" You say and quickly rip the paper to give the drawing to him "Oh, I finish refining the drawing of your pose too by the way"

Again, he looks amazed as you show him the drawing which makes him grin at you "You're really the best artist, (Name)"

"That's an exaggeration but thanks Mori" You blush before smiling at him to thank him.

#the god of high school #god of highschool #god of high school #goh #fanfiction #mori jin #reader insert #mori jin x reader #oneshot

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 4 years

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Non-Sequential [Ch. 25]

Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers/Steve Rogers x Reader

One night, Steve Rogers met a beautiful dame named Y/N. He hadn’t intended on letting her get away. But fate had other ideas. Y/N appeared and disappeared in his life so hauntingly that Steve started to wonder if she was an angel meant to watch over him.

Word Count: 2,100

Chapter 24

2 YEARS LATER - Wakanda

“Y/N, if you don’t stop fidgeting, we’re going to have to do another session.” Even though it was a warning, there was playfulness evident in his voice.

“Sorry…I–I’m just nervous,” Y/N admitted.

To prove the point even further, her chest was rising higher than usual, giving away her heavier and erratic breathing.

Steve did a double take and quickly put down his pencil.

He promptly walked over to the bed.

The bed where Y/N was completely naked and trying to hold the relaxed pose Steve had requested from her just 20 minutes ago.

Steve leaned over her, only looking into her eyes. “You know, you really don’t have to do this.”

It hadn’t even been him that had requested such a thing.

Y/N had offered.

Steve had made a few mischievous and playful comments in the past about having her sit for him. But Y/N finally put together that he would never actually ask her to pose nude for him to draw.

So, she finally just put the offer out there herself.

Despite the fact that Steve had seen her naked hundreds of times and had already memorized every inch of her body, he still blushed like a little schoolboy when she had offered.

“Steve, how many times have we had sex?!” Y/N had squealed, laughing hysterically at his bashfulness.

Steve recovered quickly and didn’t take kindly to her teasing. He grabbed her roughly, pulling her into his lap and playfully biting her shoulder.

But now he sat on Y/N’s bed in Wakanda’s royal palace, her body completely open for his artistic interpretation.

“I know I don’t have to. But I wanted to do something nice for you…”

Steve tilted his head. “What for?”

She gave him a shy smile before saying, “Because I love you, obviously.”

Steve leaned down and kissed her then. He couldn’t help himself when she said stuff like that to him, and in such a way.

When they pulled apart, Y/N grinned at him.

“I happen to know you’ve got quite a good memory. I’m sure you’d have no problem pulling countless images of my naked body from your consciousness.” Y/N added with a cheeky smirk. “But what’s the fun in that?”

Steve allowed his gaze to quickly flicker across her naked body.

A man born in this time would probably tell her how sexy she was or how hard it was for him to give up the drawing altogether and just have her.

Steve wished he could say those things to her.

But that wasn’t Steve at all.

He might have been dropped into the 21st century, pumped full of steroids, with women (and some men) throwing themselves at him any chance they got. But Steve would always been that scrawny, shy, and bashful kid that got beat up in the alleys of Brooklyn.

“You’re beautiful,” is what he said instead.

Now Y/N blushed.

“Just sit still for an hour or so, OK?” He asked gently.

The way he asked made it clear that Y/N was the one in control. If she changed her mind at any moment, Steve would happily stop.

He waited for her to give a shy, but insistent, nod. Then he moved back to his place across the room where his sketchpad and pencils waited for him.

“Have you drawn other women naked before?” Y/N asked.

If she had to sit still for this long, she should at least make him entertain her.

Steve coughed, clearly caught off guard by the question.

He cleared his throat. “N-No. Never.”

“Not even Peggy?” She asked innocently.

“Peggy and I were never…” he paused “…intimate.”

Y/N had always assumed that. It was a different time. They were in the middle of a war. Sex wasn’t tossed around as casually as it was today. Steve was a gentleman, and Peggy had her standards and expectations.

“Really?”

Steve just nodded.

“That’s too bad…” Y/N sighed. “For her.” She quickly clarified.

Steve’s gaze shot up to her. “What do you mean?”

Y/N looked him up and down as best she could with a sly smirk. “She never got to have the…I guess…full Steve Rogers experience.”

There was that famous Steve Rogers blush again.

“How are you the one blushing when I’m the one completely naked and at your disposal?” Y/N cried out in laughter.

Steve rolled his eyes but kept his focus on his sketchpad. “Always such a saucy little minx…” He muttered, just loud enough for her to hear.

It earned him another giggle from her.

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“Steve, you promised!” Y/ whined.

“OK. OK. OK.” He finally gave in.

“I posed naked for you. Naked! It’s not like I’m asking you to take off your clothes…though I wouldn’t complain.” Y/N had her camera strapped around her neck.

Steve had never been one of her subjects. And she missed taking photos. Despite being in a new and one of the most beautiful countries in the world, she had no desire to blow the dust off of her DSLR.

But now she wanted to take photos. But more importantly, she wanted to take photos of her boyfriend, something he had never let her do before.

An idea suddenly popped into her head. “Wait!”

Then she shuffled around a suitcase that looked like it had exploded. She managed to find a mini-tripod.

Y/N started setting it up on the ground, attaching her camera to it.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked with an amused smirk.

“I’m going to take a picture of us!”

“Us?”

Y/N stopped what she was doing to look at him. “Have you ever realized that we don’t have a single photo together?”

Steve blinked and then his smirk instantly dropped.

He hadn’t realized that.

Y/N watched him, half expecting him to turn down the idea. But he opened his arms where he was sitting on the floor.

“Come here, you.”

She smiled and sat down beside him.

“Nope. That won’t do,” he told her before picking her up like she weighed nothing and sat her right in his lap.

Y/N giggled and shimmied so they were posed right for the camera.

“OK. It’s on a timer. 10 photos. One every 10 seconds,” she explained. “That light will start blinking fast right before it takes a photo.”

Steve nodded, already not paying attention to the blinking light.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her shoulder right as the shutter went off.

“Steve! We’re not going to be able to see your face!” Y/N laughed.

“Don’t worry. I have 9 more to mess up.”

Nine photos later, Y/N was flipping through the SD card. Steve watched as she smiled at them.

Y/N slowly looked up at him with a shy smile. “We’re pretty cute.”

Steve chuckled. She was the cute one.

Then she flipped her camera around and showed him a couple of them. The first one was of Steve kissing her shoulder. Y/N had her mouth half open, clearly about to yell at him for ruining the photo. But Steve liked that about it. Another was of them looking into each other’s eyes without even meaning to. Thankfully, there were a couple of them both just smiling at the camera. But those were Steve’s least favorite.

Things had been surprisingly good between them recently. It was almost like they were back in their honeymoon phase from when they’d first found each other in both of their presents.

Steve didn’t want to bring it to Y/N’s attention or ask questions, afraid that it would somehow ruin it or pop the bubble of bliss they were currently in.

“Sure you want to go to this thing tonight?” Steve asked her.

“Yeah, why?”

“I don’t know. Kind of wanted to just spend time alone with you,” Steve admitted.

“It’s the biggest celebration in Wakanda every year. Shuri and T’Challa sounded like they really wanted us to go. And after everything they’ve done for me – for us…”

“You’re right,” Steve said with sudden guilt.

Y/N kept forgetting the name but it was a festival in Wakanda that celebrated the coming of spring every year. There were food vendors, art, music, and peopled dancing in the streets.

Shuri had even given Y/N and Steve customary outfits to wear.

“Did you tell Bucky to meet us here?” Y/N asked him.

“Oh…umm…no. Should I have?”

Y/N titled her head. “Well, I figured we could all go together…”

“Right. I’ll give him a call. Tell him to meet us here in a few hours.”

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Steve and Bucky walked slowly, keeping a few yards behind Y/N.

Both men watched her as Shuri explained all of the things around them. Despite being the royal princess, everyone respected Shuri’s distance. It probably helped that she had six Dora Milaje surrounding her too.

“She seem different to you?” Steve asked Bucky as people danced and laughed around them.

Bucky followed his gaze on Y/N, who was throwing her head back and laughing at something Shuri whispered to her.

He couldn’t hold back the shy smirk that grew on his lips.

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked.

“I don’t know. She seems…happier and – I don’t know – lighter.” Steve thought for a moment. “Like she’s not scared she’s going to travel at any moment.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Bucky challenged.

But in all honesty, he had noticed it too.

“Of course not,” Steve answered.

“Have you asked her?”

“No.” Steve admitted with a little guilt. “I’m scared I’m going to ruin it if I do.”

“Then maybe you should stop being so suspicious of everything and just enjoy it,” Bucky raised an eyebrow, daring Steve to fight him on it.

Y/N skipped over to them. “You guys, you have to try this food over here!”

Steve smiled at her excitement and immediately took her offered hand.

However, Bucky’s reaction wasn’t the same. “You two go on ahead,” Bucky mumbled, only really looked at Steve and not Y/N. But his expression proved there was no room for argument.

Y/N didn’t hide her disappointment, her smile immediately dropped and her brow furrowed. But she still pulled Steve away with her.

“Is he mad at me or something?” She asked Steve when they were a safe distance away.

“I don’t know so.”

“I feel like he’s been avoiding me. It’s been happening for awhile now. Did I do something wrong?”

Steve’s mouth went dry. Because he knew why Bucky would do such a thing. But now he was debating on whether it was appropriate to share that knowledge with Y/N or not.

What was a man supposed to do when he knew his best friend was in love with his girlfriend and the girlfriend didn’t know?

There was no guidebook to this.

“Y/N,” Steve turned to fully face her. “Bucky’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

She narrowed her gaze. “You know something.” Then she let go of his hand. “People don’t realize you’re a good liar. But you’ve never been good at lying to me.”

Then she turned around and started picking at the food she’d been telling him about. She was clearly irritated with him now.

Steve watched her.

His heart was beating faster and he felt sick.

Was he really about to do this? What this even the right thing to do?

“He’s in love with you, Y/N.” Steve told her quietly.

But he knew she heard him because she completely stopped what she was doing and froze. Her entire body was filled with tension.

“You can’t be all that surprised by it, right? You’ve really never noticed?” He tried to be almost joking about it, but it was the wrong move.

“He’s not mad at you,” Steve clarified. “He’s avoiding you because he doesn’t know what else to do. He thinks by keeping his distance, he’s doing good by me – or you – hell, I’m not even sure myself.”

Y/N finally looked at him. “Steve, he doesn’t – there’s no – just…no.”

Then she got lost in her head.

Steve could practically see it. She wasn’t with him anymore.

Then her eyes glazed over in tears and she kept shaking her head. “I didn’t – Steve, I didn’t…”

He rushed forward and gripped her face gently.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he calmed her. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Do you hear me? I’m not mad. Bucky’s not mad. You did nothing wrong.”

Then Y/N was looking around for Bucky. As if just finding him and looking into his eyes would be the final confirmation that Steve was telling the truth.

How could she be so stupid?

Yes, she cared about Bucky. She loved him, as a friend and as someone who was so important to Steve.

Had she led him on? Could she have prevented all of this?

Bucky was nowhere to be found. He had disappeared, leaving Y/N and Steve alone.

Steve was about to comfort her further, but a kingsguard interrupted them.

“Captain Rogers, there was an urgent call for you,” he told Steve.

He nodded. “What is it about?”

The kingsguard passed him a tablet that had a message on it.

Steve’s eyes flickered across the text wildly.

“What? What is it?” Y/N asked.

“Wanda. Nat’s worried. Thinks she’s staying in one place for too long.”

“She’s with Vision?” Y/N asked.

Steve nodded. “I have to go.”

Y/N nodded. Suddenly her problems seemed silly and trivial.

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Chapter 26

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Summary- Ransom x You. You can feel yourself spiraling out of control, and Ransom sets you straight. Warnings- Dominance, degradation. NSFW

Word Count-2.7 k

Most days your fine, normal, able to laugh, smile, tease your boyfriend, put up with his attitude and general snarkiness in strides. It all worked, you were happy and in love with the bastard.

But once in a while, you would slip into a place hard to describe. It would start with a moment of distance. Ransom would be venting about something, usually his family. They were the primary source of his frustration although he leaned heavily on Harlans financial support. Then he would pause, his eyes snapping over you as you seemed not there. “Whats wrong with you?” a bit of snark lacing his voice, and you would just smile a bit and come back to focus on him. “Nothing, Im fine. So Walt really said that?”

He would look doubtful, but wouldnt comment anymore on your strange behavior for the time being.

And that would be the start of your despair. It would start to consume you till it traveled into your chest, aching, heavy. Your body to would start to loose interest in touches and affection, pulling away when he would reach for you during the night. It was nothing Ransom done, and he would ask you once more “Whats wrong Y/N?” Leaning over you in the dark, but you had no real answer. You could feel him withdraw, leaning to sit up against the headboard, the tension brewing.

Then the day came you couldnt handle it anymore. Your skin was crawling, and no amount of distractions would help. Your mind buzzed incessantly with nothingness and everything. You needed it to shut the fuck up. When you heard Ransom coming up the steps and the door click, you fell to your knees with a bowed head, waiting for him to enter. Once he did, you head his audible sharp intake of breath. Please fix me, I need you. Silently you plead while not moving an inch.

Ransom admired you, he knew this was coming. Recognizing that dark little demon that had made its home in you for a lifetime, it matched well with his own. He approached you, his hand gentle at first along your jaw, his thumb brushing over the softness of your cheeks, this little soft hairs near your hairline, going to cling at his hand. But softness is to much, not want you need, and hes well aware.

The touch swiftly changed, going from caring to bruising as he grabbed your chin, fingers digging right into the fleshy part of your cheeks and tipping your head up so he could study you, and when your eyes met his, he snarled out “Did I tell the whore she could look at me?” Immediately your gaze dropped, his hand went to his pants, snapping open the button and unzipping the fly. Taking himself out, a few pumps around his erection made him stiff. Fingers digging in enough to pop your jaw to open. “Dont you dare loose a single drop slut.” He continued harshly, and you nodded, your words slurred from the grip he still had on you. “May I use my hands Sir?”

“Hands behind your back, your taking all of it” Ransom let go and fisted his hands in your hair, to hold you in place, the head of his cock slipping around your mouth and the tip of your tongue slides out to trace the head, flicking over his sit to and then he dominated your mouth, choking around him. “See, I knew you didnt need to use your hands, such a good little whore.” You do your best, your hands folding behind you, fingers locking together to keep from pressing them against his thighs to slow his thrusts down. Finally you match his thrusts, your tongue sloppily curling around his length, your cheeks hollowing as you suck on him. Heavy as he slams into the back of your throat, over you his grunts make you squirm, trying your best not to look up to see his expression.

Soon your gagging, messy between drool and tears brimming from your eyes when he looks down at you, drenching his cock and balls sloppinly when he pulls you closer, the spiral of heat snapping his gut as his cum shot the back of your throat, your eyes rolling up finally as you whimpered, doing your best to take it as he had told you to, brimming on the edge of your lips when he finally pulled from you and tucked himself back away. The tip of your tongue traces your lips to clean up quickly, slouching slightly even though his hand still is twisted roughly in your hair, it stings with a hiss as he jerks you enough to lift you to your feet.

“Dont forget, I own you little slut. Now get undressed and on the bed now. Do you understand me?” His head tilted as he stared you down, loosening his hold when you again dropped your gaze, Ransom dared you to defy him, but you knew better. “Yes Sir…”

“Go” he wrenched his hand away, and you were quick to escape to the bedroom while he went off to the kitchen. Tugging away your clothes and putting them into a pile, you folded them carefully and set them on the floor, on your side of the bed and crawled into the center, again taking a similar kneeling pose as before. When Ransom came back into the room, a tumbler of whisky in hand. Seeing you so patient, he was quick to finish it off, setting the tumbler aside on the nightstand “My little whore, so patiently waiting for me after being so good earlier. Its not going to save you though.” He promised as he placed a kiss on your lips, drawing out your tongue and slipping over your teeth, dragging your lips into a bite.

“Face down in those pillows, ass up high. Spread those thighs till I can see your pussy.”

You were quick to oblige, hearing him behind you rummaging through his chest drawers. You knew your ass was about to burn, but from what? You didnt have to wait to long when you felt the dip of the bed behind you, a glance over your shoulder showed that he had undressed as well. A sharp sting of his hand against your ass was issued when you looked back, growling out. “I said face down in the pillows.” You should have known better. His fingers traced the red handprint he left, admiring the way your back curved down, and you displayed yourself just for him, his fingers slipping between slickened folds.” Did eating my cock make you this wet, or have you been a needy little slut well before I came home?” spreading your slickness over your folds, around your clit. A slight pinch to your nerves made you yelp into the pillow “Answer me, I know you havent forgotten how to talk”

“From sucking you off Sir.” You imagined the satisfied smirk behind you playing across his face. Thats when you heard the whir of a vibrator, and he ran it along the back of your thighs, slipping to the inside of them. Ransom was always adding new toys to your collection, but he knew this happened to be a favorite of yours, making you come undone at the seams, but it was a two edged sword. He would bring it so close, making you bite your lip at the anticipation. A frustrated groan would fall from you, and his sharp laughter would come from behind you. “What, little slut cant wait to get what she wants?”

You knew better then to answer him, he was waiting for it though, letting the vibrator hover close to your aching pussy, but not giving it to you. Your ass sways, and that gets a sharp broad slap of a paddle, pushing you forward into the pillows. Right after that, Ransom slid the vibrator against your core, making the sting burn in all the best ways. The warmth of it traveled up your spine, and you arched further, crushing your chest into the mattress, and your back bending in a sharp curve. The vibes from the toy left you squirming slightly now, dripping mess. Ransoms hand replaced the paddle, digging his fingers into your ass cheek, pushing it up and jerking your hips back against him as you tried to pull away from the overload of sensations the vibrator rattling your core. “Oh no my little Slut, theres no getting away from it.” He leaned over and gave a sharp bite to your cheek.

You start whining into the pillows, fisting your hands into your designer sheets he insisted on having, panting as he upped the speed of the vibrator, your toes locking and legs half lifting off the bed. “Ransom, oh fuck.” Your pushing yourself back against the vibrator to dig into your pussy, harder, your eyes are rolling back in your head and taunt like your about to snap. The tension is hurting your muscles that cant loosen, they are about to break, and he pushed that vibrator up another speed, causing you to crash without permission. Your scream still sharp in the pillows and you try to drag any kind of air into your lungs, but the pillows are suffocating. Ransom turns off the vibrator and tosses it away.

Leaning over you as your still struggling to lift your head in these seconds, his frame leans over you and he fists his hand back in your hair, lifting your head to hear you drag in a gasp of air finally. “Fuck little whore, you came without permission.” He hissed against your neck, biting at your cheek, and down onto your neck, ripping his hand away for you to drop into the pillows. His hands curved around your hips and jerked them into where he wanted you. You shift to your elbows, or attempt to, but his hand wraps on the back of your neck, shoving you back into the pillows, twisting your head enough so you werent smothered. The thick head of his cock pushed against your entrance.

it was a hard snap, his thick cock felt like it was splitting you open, and there was no moment to adjust. Quick snaps of his hips slapping against the back of your thighs and ass, the tight hold of his hold on the back of your neck keeping you in place, but jerking you into the mattress beneath you. His feet locked behind your ankles to keep you legs spread and in place. There was no escaping him, driving himself deeper into you, was there anyplace he wasnt? It was as if he was rearranging your insides.

“Fuck Y/N” the first time since you two started he used your name, his slaps behind you bruising. He released his hold to slid under your chin, snapping your head up, and his fingers filled your mouth, unable to muffle the whines and cries now, his chest burned against your back, his teeth and mouth laying claim to your neck and shoulder, it wasnt kisses, it was inhalation of skin. firm sharp bites digging in, pulling sucking remarks of how good a fuck you were pressed into your ear as he bit your lobe, and all you could do was hold on best you could, your hands ripping into the sheets. Your channel clenching around his cock, but that didnt slow him any, and he ripped another screaming orgasm from you.

Shaking uncontrolled, you are sure hes ready to end you. But he pulls out and with a grasp to your hips, he whips you onto your back and jerks you down the bed till your perfectly flat. “No Ransom Im done” You claim, and he wraps your legs around your hips, catching the first glimpse you have had of him, his hair is disheveled in a flop over his eyes, and the tops of his cheeks are flushed red, his chest heaving slightly in exertion. He pops his hand against your breast, pulling the nipple with a sharpness that has you arching from it with a cry. “You dont look done to me, your not dripping my cum from that sweet little hole of yours. Were done when I say were done Slut.”

He was right, you reach to touch him, but his hand catches your wrists and slams them down above your head as he fills you again. “And your sweet pussy is just taking me so well. Going to leave you full of my cum. Cant let you forget who owns you.” Ransom grasped your breast, pulling and twisting till you were arching for more, or to try to break his hold, your not sure. It was a border line or pleasure and pain. He replaced it with his mouth, hot tongue and sharp bites holting you from his mouth with his hard thrusts, your hips rolling to meet him. Your fingers twisted in his hold, and head falling back as all of it, the sensations were becoming an overwhelming mess , and you snapped, coming again, your orgasm ripping you apart at the seams. Screaming his name and he lifted his head from where he was biting and kissing your breasts. Your tears streaming down your face, and there it was, finally.

Ransom had gotten you were you needed to be, that hard dominating look softened and shifted enough to cup the back of your head, and kissed you deeply, grunting against your lips as he chased his own orgasm, his hips rutting out of sync now and burying himself as he filled you, just as he promised he would. A few unsteady rolls of his hips spread his cum through you, and you just cried at all of it, his arms wrapping around you and rolling enough so that you laid against his chest, rubbing your back deeply and speaking softly as you cried against his neck. “Now thats my good girl, I got you its okay. So good to me, I love how well you took all that.” His hands would brush through your hair and everywhere was gentle touches, caresses bringing you back to him.

Soft kisses rove over the bite marks he had left of your neck and shoulder. You ache, you can feel how hes still buried in you, but soft now. Everything is about bringing you back down. Finally you lift your face and look up at him. “Can I have a bath?”

“Of course, let me just go set it up.” He moved you to curl up next to him and he slid from the bed, and into the bathroom. Ransom was alot of things, but these moments, you wouldnt know that he could be a spoiled trust fund brat. Everything was about taking care of you. All the way from drawing a bath, to easing you into the tub, he sat behind you and did things such as wash your back and took his time with your hair, sure to use your favorite washes. He even toweled dried you and brought you back to bed. “Hows take out sound tonight?”

“Yea that sounds really good” You started to perk up as you sat at the headboard of the bed, and he winked pulling out his phone. He knew your order, and he left the room to make the call. You wait, stretching yourself out, and once he returns, he fell down on the bed next to you, grabbing the remotes, flipping through the channels on the wide screen tv hanging across the room. It was an easy silence between you two when he settled it on a movie you two had seen many times before. Ransom was sitting against the headboard, your head laying on his stomach as you lay crossways across the bed. His fingers trailed slowly through your hair, the tv softly muffled and the only glow in the room.

After several minutes, he spoke, his voice catching your attention. “Are you feeling better now Y/N?” You twist so that your able to look up at him, laying on your back, still pillowed on his stomach.

“Yes thank you Ransom”

“Anytime Sweetheart, you know I love you, but next time tell me before it gets that bad.”

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cockasinthebird · 4 years

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I could NOT resist your prompt meme and I could equally NOT resist asking for 69 😎 (Doing this on anon because I still haven’t worked out side blogging, but I’m cherrydreamer)

@cherrydreamer Don’t worry, this is my sideblog as well, and it is just not a function yet to send asks from them!

69. “I’ve never done this before.”

And while I have, I’ve never written it before, so this is exciting!!! I sat down when I came home today, and wrote it all out in one sitting, 1.6k words only, but I knew from the moment I even got this ask exactly what I wanted to do, and I am very happy with the result! Just straight to the point!

Thank you so much for sending one in!!! Before I let you all read this juicy fic, I wanna say that I’ve gotten 5 69 requests, yes, 5, and several friends have admitted they were so close to saying 69 or 420, and I think it is hilarious, I love each and every one of you all so much for this!! 😂😂🤣 AND I’m gonna do them all!!! all 5 69s; I already know what the next two are gonna be!!

Now, with my rambling done, please, enjoy~

“I’ve never done this before,” Steve says, honest, and his words don't surprise Billy.

“Yeah you don’t strike me as the type,” his response spoken through a crooked smirk, eyes adoring as he takes in the perfect nudity of his blushing boyfriend.

And Steve’s eyes crinkle as he laughs. “Don’t be rude! I’m doing this for you!”

Billy chuckles and leans in to kiss those smiling lips. “No, we’re doing this for us, for fun.” His hand lingers against Steve’s neck; rubbing soothing circles just beneath his jaw.

“You done it before?” Steve’s dark and lustrous eyes fall down to where Billy’s thick chub rests against his thigh, just past the border of where his tan-line cuts off.

“Sure, a few times but only with girls, usually with her on top so I don’t, you know…” He caresses Steve’s cheek and grins something so self-satisfied. “Choke her to death.”

Steve can’t help the chortle that escapes, and he leans forward to press their foreheads together. He’s all flushed and nervous and weirdly embarrassed to try something new, but also excited.

“So how do we do it?”

“Well, as much as I’d love to fuck the shit out of your pretty little mouth,” Billy drawls rough and erotic, his thumb pulling at Steve’s lower lip, “I’m thinking the safest position is for us both to be on our sides, that way we’re both in equal control and responsible for our own breathing.”

Again Steve lets out a little jittery noise, close to a chuckle, as he kisses Billy’s palm. “Okay.”

“And you just say stop if you don’t like it or if it’s too much or for any reason really, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve whispers and leans in to kiss the other, smiling and blushing and just- “God, I feel like a virgin again!”

Billy grabs him firmly with both hands to his cheeks, kisses him over and over and over in an attempt to alleviate some of the timid nerves. “You’ll do fine, don’t worry! Now, lie down on your side.”

So Steve does as is asked, lays down on his side, head near where the pillow would have been if Billy didn’t insist they needed the full bed clear of everything that could “get in the way.”

“Mmmmh,” Billy hums in appreciation and runs his hand down along Steve’s side till he reaches a thigh and squeezes it softly. “Comfortable?”

“As comfortable as I’ll get,” Steve replies with a little, happy smile.

“Good.” And there’s a glint of something so devious in Billy’s eyes, lids heavy and pupils blown as he stares down.

Then he gets on his side, mirroring Steve’s pose but with his head in the opposite end, eyeing up that long cock that lies at half mast, having gone a bit soft from nerves, but Billy doesn’t take it personal. He looks down - or up, depending on whose perspective is to be taken into consideration - and catches Steve looking back.

“Enjoying the view?” Billy asks and cracks a wide and humored grin.

Steve visibly swallows, and nods. “Y-yeah, very.”

The trust placed in him is terribly heart warming, and just goes to show how much Steve really loves Billy. And Billy can’t help but love him back.

“Now lift up your head and I’ll just slip my leg underneath so you can rest on my thigh if need be, yeah?” Billy’s calm as he guides Steve on this exploratory journey, rock hard but patient, and Steve does exactly as instructed. “Perfect.”

“Any… any final advice?” Steve’s tone is hesitant but intrigued.

To those words, Billy licks his lips, making them good and wet, smirking like a devil down between Steve’s thighs. “Don’t be shy.” And he wolfs down Steve’s dick in one go, sucking him in as deep as he can go before gagging.

“Fuck, ah!” Steve gasps loudly and tenses up in an attempt to fight the urge to buck his hips for more.

Billy works him over good and ravenously, a hand around the bottom of the shaft where his lips can’t quite reach, tongue rolling against the head whenever, moaning and rumbling around Steve’s cock as it’s quick to grow fully hard with such masterful persuasion. It curves so wonderfully along his tongue and toward his throat.

“Oh God, shit-”

From the lack of attention, Billy moves his own hips, moans out something that could resemble actual words as he inches himself closer to Steve’s head.

There is instant relief in surface tension as slender fingers wrap around his aching erection and starts moving at an all too erratic pace, but it’s working for him, especially when Steve then closes his lips around the head and licks across the slit, swirls around the hot flesh, sucking on just the tip for now, but with such enthusiasm it makes Billy’s cock kick and leak near immediately.

Steve gives good fucking head for a guy who’s mostly only been with girls, but there’s always such a ferocity to it, like he loves the feeling of Billy’s girthy cock in his mouth, on his tongue, tickling the back of his throat as he swallows all of him.

He would survive, Billy thinks, if he had decided to be on top of this, fucking with abandon into this incredible wet heat while sucking off Steve’s own lengthy dick. Steve could probably take it, would probably just let him thrust with wild abandon. And the imagery of it is enough to make him go insane.

“God, Stevie,” he pops off to groan out, breathing hard and ragged as he gazes down, hand still fisting fervently. “Feels so fucking good, pretty boy, you’re doing so so good for me, arrh-”

And Steve moans eagerly, goes deeper till there’s no more flesh and his nose is pressed against Billy’s balls.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” Billy pants and hisses.

Before going back to taste the pre that drips from Steve’s hard cock, Billy shoves three fingers into his mouth, gathering spit and licking around each digit, getting them as soaking wet as possible, then brings them over Steve’s hip, between his cheeks and teases at his hole, getting the rim nice and slippery, but not yet penetrating; waits for the go ahead.

Steve pulls off to meet Billy’s gaze, his own expression that of unadulterated euphoria. “Please, please, yes.”

It takes no more than that to make Billy drive in his middle finger all the way past the second knuckle, earning himself a loud and wonderful, “Ah!”

As he pumps the finger in and out, he bobs his head in tact, keeping a fast and confident rhythm, knowing from the way Steve loses all control of his voice that he’s doing absolutely magnificent, and the elated sounds coming from his boyfriend could easily bring him over the edge.

“Oh fuck, ahh, Billy, yes! M-more-” Steve mewls and calls out, having completely abandoned the task of sucking Billy clean, but more than makes up for it with a slick and excited handjob.

He needs air, and it is his first time doing something like this, he’ll learn, with practice, Billy’s not upset or disappointed.

By the keen request, he pushes in a second finger, keeps the same pace and recognizes easily from the way that Steve’s rambling and moaning out curses that he’s close, Billy’s close, too. Steve’s muscles contracting around his thick fingers, the hand around his cock jerking and flicking like his life depends on it, all he really needs, really wants now is for Steve to cum all over his tongue, fill up his mouth, make him choke and swallow on his semen.

So he sucks with more passion, forces his way further down till he feels the head go deeper into his throat, hollows his cheeks, curls his tongue around the shaft the best he can, and at that Steve comes undone, crying out till there’s no more air in his lung, cumming hard and thick down Billy’s throat, who takes great pleasure in swallowing every single drop.

His own tumble over the edge is incredible, so utterly fulfilling, as he cums into Steve’s swift hand, the heat of his orgasm blooming in his cock and sending warm ripples up his abs, down his thighs, toes curling as he pulls off of Steve’s wasted prick to breathe and groan, his entire being tensing up perfectly as Steve works him through it with a firm yet tender hand.

They both roll onto their backs, panting and heaving, exhausted and destroyed, just reveling in the afterglow and glorious bliss, waiting for their senses to return.

Billy’s the first to move as he sits up to look at Steve. White streaks have been painted across his chest, a bit on his chin, and like in the presence of a masterpiece that hang at the Louvre, Billy admires his work. He reaches down to swipe away sweaty locks from Steve’s forehead, and hadn’t realized just how sweaty his own neck got till just now.

“That was…” Steve huffs, somewhere between serene and disbelief. “Wow, I dunno… Fun?”

And Billy can’t help but chuckle at that. “Yeah,” he says with a nod, “Fun.”

He brings his hand down to Steve’s chest and draws with his own semen, connecting the moles in an incomprehensible pattern.

“Perfetto!” he erupts, showing off what little Italian he has picked up from his dear boyfriend.

Steve leans up on his elbows and looks down at the mess, then laughs joyfully, before saying with a perfect accent, “Molto bene!” And he pulls Billy down into a loving and adoring kiss.

#Harringrove #My Writing #Lemon #Mystery Prompt #500 Followers #Actual 69'ing #Also #Italian Steve #Cherrydreamer #Anonymous

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goldenkamuyhunting · 4 years

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Ramblings and crazy theory time about GK chap 256 “Tokushirou’s number one”

So we get a new chapter in which…

…yeah, Usami gets friendzones but as he’s happy about it and honestly, his relationship with Tsurumi wasn’t what I would call normal.... well, I guess this is all well and good.

So we resume from where we started.

After Usami got shoot by Ogata’s bullet he falls back and right down the stairs while Ogata gets a clip of bullets and recharges his rifle as fast as he can.

However, by the time he can approach the stairs and shoot again Usami has understood he has lost the upper hand and had escaped, leaving a trail of blood behind himself.

Usami’s wound his serious, as he’s bleeding profusely, panting and sweating and looking fatigued. Evidently Ogata has hit a blood vessel.

Knowing this could kill him and that he’s no more in shape to face Ogata, Usami decides he doesn’t have anymore the time to worry about Hyakunosuke (yes, he still calls him just by name, I wonder what kind of relation they used to have before all this mess) and that he has to hurry pass the skins and the info he collected to Tsurumi.

It took him a bullet that almost killed him to rearrange his priorities and understand his petty grudges weren’t so relevant after all.

Meanwhile, outside, Ueji is giving the firefighters hell by tugging the water pump and causing one to risk falling from the stairs. He also has knocked unconscious a firefighter and then begins to climb on their stairs, confusing all the remaining firefighters.

I guess the firefighters are really devoted to save lives so they couldn’t start waving those stairs really hard when he’s high enough and cause him to crash on the ground, possibly where the fire is. Pity.

Back to Usami, he has left the building and has spotted one of the carriages of the firefighters, and, more importantly, the horses attached to it which would grant him a fast escape.

At the same time we see again a scene from chap 255, the one in which Sugimoto tosses Ostrog off a window, remarking than rather than worrying about who gave birth to him he should have worried about what he lived for. This means this scene is happening at the same time as that one but it’s also a veiled remark to Usami who has dismissed Ogata as the mere son of a prostitute and ended up getting shoot by him… though I’ll say more than worrying about what Ogata lived for he should have worried about what Ogata could do.

But whatever, let’s go on.

Sugimoto tosses Ostrog out of the window, Ogata notices him falling and, below him, Usami running away on a horse.

I’m surprised Ushiyama, who was right below that window, didn’t seem to notice Usami because it’s true he was turned toward the building but he should have heard the horse running but whatever, it’s not relevant.

Ogata aims at Usami, saying that if Usami is really concerned about being or not a cheap piece he can discover the truth watching Tsurumi’s expression at his funeral.

Now, Noda does a really clever thing here.

With a clever trick of panels seems to depict Ogata as having a chance to shoot Sugimoto through the window.

Maybe he does. Maybe he does not.

Actually not only it’s unclear if Ogata could see Sugimoto as the inside of the place isn’t exactly well light but Sugimoto has moved away already from the broken window and is near the close window above Usami.

Now… there’s something that puzzles me though and that is how, when Ogata shoot, Usami wasn’t visible anymore, as if he had already turned the corner, something that’s easily noticeable when we place the panel prior to Ogata shooting that was on page 8 and the panel in which Ogata shoots on page 9.

See? Usami has turned the corner and therefore is not visible anymore.

This makes me wonder if it’s possible Ogata’s bullet actually hit him because it went through the broken window and then out of the closed window (the one near which Sugimoto was standing) and, from it, through Usami.

This would mean that the panels showing the windows above Usami and near which Sugimoto is don’t actually aim to draw our attention on Sugimoto, who’s actually leaving the frame but on the window at which Ogata is, visible through it.

This would be an hellishly impressive shoot because Ogata basically hit Usami without even seeing him (or even more impressive if he could actually see him through those two windows), and what’s worse would alert Sugimoto of Ogata’s position there.

I doubt Sugimoto would realize Ogata shoot Usami and not him which probably would send him in another drunken rampage as we shouldn’t forget Sugimoto is drunk.

I’m not sure though, the scene will be probably cleared up in the next chapter.

Anyway Ogata’s bullet hits Usami perfectly. I think it went through his spine as Usami falls from the horse like a broken doll, his legs completely limp.

Luckily for him he falls in Tsurumi’s arms as Tsurumi coincidentally got there right in that moment, allowing Usami to see his beloved first lieutenant for his last few moments.

Meanwhile Ogata, who has no doubts he had hit the mark, has moved away from the window and thanking Usami as he believed killing Usami completed him as a sniper. As he says so he removes the bandages that were covering his face to reveal… not a scar or an empty eye socked but a new right eye. It immediately turns out it’s a glass one though, as it escapes his eye socket.

I guess Hijikata paid for it as Ogata seemed to be bankrupted when he got in Hokkaido. Ogata, still in a great mood, grabs it and will likely place it back.

I guess he wore the bandages as a personal way to tell himself he was an incomplete sniper and now that he feels he’s complete he removed them.

To all whose who wondered yes, it’s possible to remove an eye without leaving a huge scar as it’s easy enough to pop out an eye from its socket. I don’t encourage you to try doing it though.

Back to Usami he hands out the copy he stole to Kadokura and tries to say something to Tsurumi about Kadokura.

I’m not sure if he manages and we just don’t get to hear it or Tsurumi cut him out. We’ll see.

Tsurumi, slipping into the Niigata dialect, praises him (Tsurumi and Usami are both from Niigata). It’s worth to mention that vol 23 changed all the dialogues in the Tsurumi/Usami flashback so that the two of them were always talking in Niigata dialect. This, along with the ironic fact that vol 23 got Usami on its cover, ties this chapter to that flashback and explains the conclusion of their story.

At the praise Usami raises his hand toward Tsurumi, placing his little finger against his mouth. Tsurumi takes it in and bites it off.

It’s the second time Tsurumi bites off a finger, the first being with Wada but, back then he spat it in Wada’s face (is Noda also about to bring back Wada’s death into the plot?).

Now instead he implied he swallowed it (although no swallowing sound onomatopoeia is present) claiming this way the two of them will be together forever and that, like this ‘Tokishige-kun’ will live inside him forever (Tokishige-kun being how Tsurumi used to call him in the flashback) as his number one… friend.

‘Kore de watashitachi ha issho-ra suke. Tokishige-kun wa watashi no naka de ichiban no tomo to shite iki tsudzuken dare.’

これで私たちは一緒らすけ。時重くんは私の中で一番の友として生き続けんだれ

“With this we're together. Tokishige-kun will continue to live in me as my number 1 friend.”

So yeah, Usami has been deeply friendzoned.

Well, actually ‘tomo’ (友) can also mean “companion”, “comrade” and, interesting enough, it seems that the word ‘uruwashiki tomo’ (麗しき友 “beautiful friend”) was speculated to refer to an homosexual relation in the past (though it’s currently not sure) so the word ‘tomo’ could give the impression of being something more than a friend to a Japanese person.

But whatever, I honestly don’t think Tsurumi had romantic feelings for Usami, he’s just using pretty words to put him at ease in his last moments.

Usami relies in the romance of the moment saying it makes him so happy he’s going to cum… because Usami is a man who knows what to do in romantic moments… as he does so he calls Tsurumi just ‘Tokushirou-san’ (篤四郎さん) as he used to do in the flashback.

Tsurumi than takes the pose of the ‘Pietà’ (“Piety”; 1498–1499), a work of Renaissance sculpture by Michelangelo Buonarroti, housed in St. Peter's Basilica, Vatican City (which is beautiful but even more awesome up close, I can confirm as I went to see it and I recommend everyone to do the same), taking for himself the pose of the Virgin Mary while Usami is meant to be Jesus.

Please, let me shudder in horror at the idea… although Tsurumi likes to present himself as the Virgin which is highly ironic considering the whole discussion about immaculate conception taking place in the previous chapters. Is this Noda’s way to say that in a way it’s Tsurumi who gave birth to the Usami we know?

Does Tsurumi genuinely mourn Usami, whom he, after all, knew from when Usami was a child, in a time in which Tsurumi possibly was more emotionally stable?

In short, is Usami more than a cheap piece, as he longed for or Usami is feeding him another of his sweet lies because he has his men around and they’ve to think he cares about them?

Everything is possible as we should remember there’s another little finger Tsurumi took, and that one is the little finger of his wife. He apparently didn’t ate it but kept it with himself and she and little Olga are depicted as the reason why he became the way he is. So if he wanted to be one with someone I would expect him to wish to be one with them.

On another side, Japanese at the time differentiated the relationship they had with their wife with the relationship they could have with their male ‘friends’ so maybe Tsurumi might want to keep both.

I don’t know but I’m honestly skeptical about Tsurumi genuinely caring for Usami and it’s interesting how the last panel shows Tsurumi’s face completely in the dark as he moves close to Usami’s face, which is not smiling anymore. Is Usami dead already or he can still see? We’ll probably discover in the next chapter as Ueji interrupt the scene.

He managed to climb up a tall chimney and is calling everyone’s attention on himself… which would make this the perfect moment to shoot him. Ogata please, if you would? Vasily, you too, do something useful, please.

Anyway the chapter ends here.

Some last words of the pinky eating scene.

In Japanese the pinky is ‘koyubi’ (小指) the “little finger” and it’s a finger with interesting meanings.

The Japanese raises it to mean they’re talking about their girlfriend for example.

You’re probably also familiar with ‘Yubitsume’ (指詰め "finger shortening"), the Japanese ritual to atone for offenses to another, a way to be punished or to show sincere apology and remorse to another, by means of amputating portions of one's own little finger. That’s because the little finger was important in order to keep a good grip on the katana so losing it or part of it was a considerable weakness.

You might have heard also of ‘yubikiri’ (指切り, "finger cut-off"), the Japanese version of pinky swearing, often additionally confirmed with the vow ‘Yubikiri genman, uso tsuitara hari senbon nomasu’ (指切り拳万、嘘ついたら針千本呑ます “Finger cut-off, ten thousand fist-punchings, whoever lies has to swallow a thousand needles.”).

There are also sources that suggest the term pinky swear traces its history back to the early 1600s to mid-1800s. During this time, prostitutes were rumored to cut off their pinkies to give to customers they like. This grand yet bloody gesture signifies that they have developed affections for the customer and are willing to take their lives for them… which would basically compare Usami to a prostitute.

But there’s also a more romantic meaning to the pinky and that’s that how the ‘unmei no akaī ito’ (運命の赤い糸 “red thread of fate”) which is supposed to be an invisible red cord tied around the finger of those that are destined to meet one another in a certain situation as they are “their true love” is meant to be tied to the pinky.

You’ve probably read the notes the scanlators put at the end of the chapter so you are aware already of what ‘Honekami’ (骨噛み “Chewing the bone”) is and how it was practiced in Niigata. Now you also know why Usami might have wanted to encourage Tsurumi to bite away that particular finger and it wasn’t just a coincidental choice... and why being friendzoned might not feel so bad to him.

Well, that’s all for the chapter.

In the next we will probably discover what Ueji has to say, if Ogata really shoot Usami through the window Sugimoto was near to and therefore got his full attention and maybe if Tsurumi really cared for Usami and if Usami managed to deliver Kadokura’s secret… or if Ogata will discover it.

We’ll see.

Anyway with this chapter Usami leaves the cast.

He’s the third relevant character to leave the cast, after Kiroranke and Ienaga.

While he didn’t grow up to be a good person, but he actually went uninged as Ostrog, in a way I’m still sad for the little kid with light in his eyes that didn’t get to grow up as a normal person but got so wrapped up in his crush for Tsurumi he ended up murdering his best friend in jealous rage and then never managed to recover his mental sanity. Usami never managed to let go of his obsession, he only became worse.

It’s sad exactly because it could happen and it ruins a life forever.

#Golden Kamuy #Ogata Hyakunosuke #Usami Tokishige #Tsurumi Tokushirou #Sugimoto Saichi #Michael Ostrog #Golden Kamuy Ramblings and Theories #Ueji Keiji

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gagmebucky · 5 years

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[biker!bucky. clothes ripping kink. dollface.]

A gasp falls from your lips, sputtering a high pitched, “B - Bucky!” But he only regards you with a glinting smirk and resumes splitting it up your skin; your hands grab his wrists but his strength is absolute, and all you can do is dig your nails into his skin as you shriek, “What the hell are you doing?” But you already know he loves the marks, when your impression is left on him for others to see.

in which you look too good in that damn dress, and biker!bucky can’t help himself. (includes biker!bucky x chief-of-police’s daughter!reader, clothes ripping kink, reader receiving oral.)

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A big hand clamps over your mouth, texturized with the calluses of a hardworking man, while a strong forearm anchors across your waist. Before you can react, you’re swept backwards into an unisex bathroom as leather and spice wafts your senses, and a familiarly gruff voice settles your fight-or-flight instincts: “It’s me.”

Immediately, you relax which has him releasing you so you whirl around, your back to the automatically locked door. Your heart like a hummingbird’s, you blink in disbelief at the mountain of a man standing before you in all his louche glory.

“What are you doing here?!” you exclaim in a hushed gasp. Despite yourself, excitement skitters across your skin as you take in your bearded, blue-eyed blackguard: a broad six-foot, towering in dark leather and denim, chestnut brown hair disheveled sexily. All in all, he’s something that draws attention at a suit-and-tie police ball. “What if someone sees you?!”

It’s not that you’re ashamed of the ex-con you’ve been shacking up with. It’s more that your father is being celebrated for his dutiful law enforcement work, and finding out his daughter has been getting on her knees for the same type of person he’s dedicated his life to putting away isn’t the place for that. You plan to divulge your relationship to him soon, just not yet.

Bucky’s tongue darts across his bottom lip, his teeth following as his gaze drags over every curve and contour of your low cut dress clad frame. You’d think he’d gotten enough of an eyeful with the images you texted him. His eyes snap to your face, and he surges forth with an animalistic groan at the base of his throat.

In one second, he grasps you by your hips—a crushing grip glides beneath your satin dress and hauls you high on his waist, palms searing and fingers kneading through a layer of fishnets and panties—and braces you on the bathroom’s sink. A gasp expels from your lips as your back collides against a cold mirror, another sound escaping when he yanks your thighs wide and slots himself between them.

In one hand, his rough pads upturn your jaw, almost squishing your cheeks with his force, maintaining eye contact. Feral, his eyes practically glow, and your skin prickles with a likewise manic passion. “You really sent those pictures and thought I wouldn’t come and see you for myself, dollface?” His wicked orbs flicker down, to the crease of your cleavage, to the slit in your dress, the fishnets covering your legs; his broad chest lifts and falls with a ragged breath.

A simmering furnace kindles in your core, crackling under your skin at the primal reaction to little ‘ole you. Admittedly, it shouldn’t be surprising given his carnal demeanor toward you has persisted since the first time you saw him—being towed away in handcuffs at the station. Nevertheless, it never falls to ignites something unhinged inside you, a wild side that shudders in anticipation for whatever he’s going to do to you.

This wasn’t the plan, but God, you love this deviation.

Upon messaging him that album of scandalous poses, all pristine in your classy—but borderlining skimpy—outfit, you just wanted to work him up while you attended this event. You wouldn’t have thought he would show up here, risking being seen by the flurry of officers who’ve either arrested him, or heard about the suspicious activities in his supposedly innocuous biker gang. Then again, that spontaneousness is one of the reasons why you seem to be addicted to him.

“Did you think I could resist getting my hands on this pretty ‘lil dress and your sexy body underneath?” he asks breathlessly, baritone pitch raking over your nerves like gravel. “And I couldn’t care less about whether your daddy sees us.” His white incisors scrape across his bottom lip. “What did he expect when he let you go out in something like this?“

Thin straps swoop low and reveal your décolletage as the black satin clings like a second skin; from the V of your chest to the reverse V on one thigh, it highlights all your assets tantalizingly, and fishnets do the same to your legs in stretched diamond-shaped string.

“Oh? Does that mean you don’t like it?” you goad innocently, lashes fluttering.

His lips twist up at one corner, entertained by your fauxness. “I’m just pointing out if he didn’t want you to be roughed up by someone like me, he would have told you to put on something that doesn’t make your tits look that good. A blind man can see you’re just asking for trouble.”

“What if that’s what I want?” you reply then tilt your head and part your lips to accept his thumb into your mouth. Your tongue curls around the appendage while your cheeks hollow with a tight suction; your stare remains on his the whole time, watching the flames blaze in his eyes as he pops free from your Cupid’s bow.

“Then you’re on the fuckin’ right track, dollface,” he just about growls and leans forward, intention set on kissing you until you’re breathless and dizzy, and your lips are swollen and glossy with his spit.

Although the prospect tightens in your belly, you stop him with a shake of your head. “My lipstick, biker-boy,” you say to the disgruntled confusion on his face, amused by the expression. “Consider these lips off limits until the end of the night.” You pause. “Then they’re yours to take however you want.”

Impatience lurks in his gaze, and restraint locks his jaw. Air flares his nostrils as his head tips forward. Distance nose-to-nose, he says a quiet, “Okay.” But there’s something about the quality there that has your hackles rising despite the calmness. “I won’t ruin your lipstick.”

The second the last syllable is drawn, without any time to consider the mystery of his purposeful diction, a shrill riiiiiiiiiip cuts bounces against tiled wall’s echo. Somewhere below your eyeline, his hands have hooked underneath the mesh and jerked it apart at the bend of your knee. Once carefully stepped in-to brand new fishnets are reverted into a tattered piece of sheer with a hole ovaling up your thigh.

“What’s wrong?” he teases, brows knitted in feigned confusion, continuing to litter the floor with your clothing. “Your lipstick is fine, dollface. That’s what you wanted. And since I can’t have those lips, then I’ll just have to settle for these.”

With an effortless twitch of his hands, your underwear is shredded into two separate pieces. Next thing you know, he’s on his knees, and he’s pulled you forward until your ass is on the edge of the porcelain sink and your legs are prised apart, leaving his face level with your most intimate part.

No time wasted, he delves in. He wastes no time delving in. Tongue first, he delivers a flat stripe up your sticky folds, ending at your slick bud which he immediately suckles into his warm, wet mouth like you’re a lollipop he’s hellbent on getting to the center of.

Pleasure strikes you like lightning, stimulation zapping you in your deepest depths. Before you can think to suppress it, you give a startled cry, a guttural choke resounding off the walls as you buck into the heaven that is him.

One of his hands shoots up and stuffs two fingers in your mouth, rasping over your taste buds, and muffling any attention-bringing sounds. All the while, he’s feasting on you in that same passionate and skilled manner he kisses you with. He suctions all the honey he can out of you, batting at your clit with his tongue.

Shocks attack your nerves, and shakes rack your body, inadvertently causing you to grind against his face. One of your legs curl over his shoulders, heels pressing into leather-bound muscles. Your fingers plunge into his impossibly soft locks and hold on for dear life while you’re upended by blind bliss building in your center.

Blue eyes pierce your soul, watching the delirium pump through you. Wickedness shines at the forefront of those storming oceanic pools; his pupils are dilated in raw desire at the flush of your cheeks, the look and feel of you desperately sucking on his index and middle digits to smother your pretty moans, the rhythmic undulation of your body.

The pit in your stomach deepens and spirals outward. Your toes furl in your heels, and your spine curves into an arc as an orgasm hurtles through every cell inside of you. A stifled noise vibrates against his fingers which has him jabbing them deeper until he can feel your throat constricting around them.

As you ride out your wave, he’s wringing every iota of pleasure out of you. He keeps your engorged button swathed between his teeth while you tremble with aftershocks. Once he’s satisfied, he retreats after an audible pop and rises to his six-foot and wide shoulder stature.

You’re still buzzing with the residual effects, panting heavily when he comes to loom over you. He grasps you by the jaw in his spit-soaked hand, and his lips glistening with your liquid lust, he kisses you. He takes possession of you, snaking his tongue in and claiming every inch for himself; he smears your lipstick and has you suck the taste of yourself off his taste buds.

Finally, he lets you go to gulp in much needed air. The look on your face already tells him you don’t give fuck all about the ruined cosmetics, or the torn fashion. No, he can see you’re basking in the sensations he invokes in you, grateful you’re allowed to be so undone.

Your eyes are hooded, Cupid’s bow red and swollen from him, bare thighs dripping with a dull ache between them. The formality of the event means nothing to you now when he’s here, having done that to you. You have half a mind to sneak out with him.

Like he knows what you’re thinking, he shakes his head. “I want you to go out there. I want them to see the chief’s pretty little princess looking like she just got fucked with no panties and no lipstick. You got that, dollface?” When you nod, all dazed and starry eyed, he smiles. “Good. I’ll pick you up later and ruin your soft, wet little pussy until she’s as swollen as your lips are now.”

[masterlist / feedback]

#bucky x reader #bucky x you smut #bucky barnes imagines #marvel imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel x you #i struggled A LOT with this one for some reason? i wanted to scrap it but i wanted to post something so i forced myself to finish it #anon who sent it: you can send it again and i'll try to write it better!!#my writing

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bread-elf · 4 years

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DWC 2020 - Day 27

Atonement

Post Legion - Battle for Azeroth

In the city of Shattrath of the Outlands, an orphanage for Draenei children whose parents had been lost to the fights against the Legion and the Horde. The Orphan Keeper, Tichandriel, is an ancient man with a long white beard and wrinkled skin, having lived on Argus for many years before his people had to leave. He had chosen this noble task of watching the young and fatherless, having about eleven children under his watch. His heavy tail rested along his side as he leaned back in his chair, a book in hand as he did his nightly story telling to the children, all scattered about around him on the floor as they listened intently.

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“And with a mighty breath, the great Aspect of Life breathed life into the lands, growing all the flowers and the trees and plants-” Sharing with the Draenei children stories from their neighboring world, Azeroth.

“Um- is this real?” One of the boys asks, and Tichandriel chuckles.

“Why yes, the Aspect of Life is very much real, as are the other dragon flights.”

“I don’t know, that’s pretty suspicious.” The same boy mutters to a friend beside him, and Tichandriel laughs some more.

“Of course they are! They are dragons; they are not unlike our own Netherdrakes here.” There is a knock on the door, drawing his attention as well as the children. But Tichanendriel’s life mate, Terani, stands. The most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, carrying his first blood children in her stomach as she motions for him to continue, going to get the door for him. They had only just met some years ago, yet it felt like he had known her a lifetime, and he looked forward to thousands of lifetimes more.

“Now where was I-” Tichandriel glances back down at the book, trying to find his spot. “Oh yes; and when she had finished she turned to her sister, The Dreamer, who created dreams-”

“Tichandriel.” Terani’s voice cuts through, a hint of urgency. He looks up at her, remaining calm, though he could see the shock in her eyes. “Someone is here to see you…”

“Ah…” He closes his book and groans as he stands, feeling his age as his joints groan. “Is it a friend?”

“Yes…” There didn’t seem to be any indication that whoever was at the door posed as a threat, yet Tichandriel remained on edge as his beloved seemed trifled. “I- I will take over the reading. You will be needing a moment.”

“Thank you, my dearest.” Tichandriel leaves the book on his chair and carefully weaves his way through the restless children, some turning to look towards the hallway to the door while others seem ready to stand.

“Sit down, sit down.” Terani gently chides. The children loved her dearly ever since she came and started to help, at first simply cooking for the children as a kindness to assist Tichandriel, and from there their love blossomed. “Do you want me to keep reading this story? Or should I share one of my famous battles?” Terani used to be a Vindicator before retiring, one of her horns chopped off from a battle to show for it. She rarely talked of her times fighting, especially around the children, and it stole their entire attention. That could only mean whoever was at the door needed Tichandriel’s full attention.

Once the Draenei steps outside he can’t believe his eyes, for a moment thinking he’s seeing things. There she stood, the night elf with sea green hair who he had tried to help, wrapped in a blanket.

“Jiroki?” Astounded, closing the door behind him. “What- how did…” So many questions cropped through his mind; how she got here, why she was here, why now when had purposely gone missing.

Jiroki says nothing for a time, holding the blanket closer around her shoulders. She had lost a bit of weight, cheeks sunken and having a slight tremor to her body, possibly a part of her withdrawals from her drugs as he had predicted before. Tichandriel’s eyes scan around, and far in the distance he sees a troll of all things, green of skin and red hair, watching the pair from afar. Once eye contact is made between him and the troll, the troll nods, and begins to turn and walk away. Oddly enough, a chicken follows after him, as if some sort of pet.

“I…” Jiroki starts to speak, drawing Tichandriel’s attention. “I want to try again…”

Tichandriel is shocked to hear her words. But his trust had been betrayed, and he knew he shouldn’t give in so easily. He brings his hands together to clasp in front of him, far taller than the elf as he gazes down at her.

“I tried to do my best for you, but you denied me many times. Even my son Akanos vouched so adamantly for me to aid you, and he never does that for anyone” He says. “I heard you went missing, too. Your family worked very hard to try and get you through your rehabilitation. Do they even know where you are?”

No response comes from the elf, which just confirms his suspicions. But for her to be here, to come all the way from Azeroth to his doorstep, means that something has happened.

“Jiroki…” Tichandriel says quietly. “Are you ready to forgive yourself now?”

There’s a shudder that courses through her body, as if cold. But he recognizes it as her grief, so much bottled up inside of her that weighed on her shoulders. He reaches over with a large hand, gently placing it on her shoulder, and he beckons her to go with him.

“Come. You are always welcomed.” Tichandriel says, speaking to her as if a runaway child had just come home. “You can use my son’s old room. I’ll heat you up some food.”

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Jiroki sat anxiously as she waited, biting her fingers as she sat in Abaddon’s office. She waited for the Sin’dorei Death Knight to return as he got his goblin workers in Ratchet to get things ready. Unable to cope with her anxiety she stands, beginning to pace his office.

“Nervous?” She didn’t even hear him open the door, jumping and spinning around. The undead man wore his typical Ebon Blade armor, nearly wearing it all the time as the slits in his helm allowed her to see his icy blue eyes.

“Ugh, don’t do that…” Jiroki breathes out, patting her chest. “I-I shouldn’t be nervous…”

“Nothing will harm you, you have no reason to worry.” The normally silent man offers in comfort. Though his voice had that chilly echo Death Knights are known for, she could also hear the coy tone, a relatively known mischievous maker to those he enjoys annoying. “Even if you are a guinea pig in this experiment, the results should be positive in your favor.”

“Gee thanks…” Jiroki rolls her eyes. “That isn’t my concern.”

“Do you have concerns?” Abaddon asks, waiting as patiently as death as she takes awhile to respond, reluctant to be honest. His gaze pierce her, and he can see right through her.

“I’m just… Nervous…” Unable to explain it, but he reaches a cold hand up to her shoulder, and she could feel the chill of the armor.

“This way, they are ready.” He beckons her to follow, and she does so. Leading her further into the building they descend down a hallway, the place much bigger than she had anticipated from the outside, and it gets worse as they begin to descend downhill, going underground.

Soon they reached the main faculty of the building, a couple of goblins moving about as they tended to their own research of Azerite. Abaddon swore they only searched for medicinal properties for Azerite, knowing the potential it could have in saving lives in the pointless war as greed and vengeance took over the whole of Azeroth. Though Jiroki still had her suspicions.

Abaddon ushered Jiroki to sit on a propped medical chair, sitting herself down as a female goblin sauntered over with a clipboard and a stool with wheels. Once her stool is set beside the chair she sits herself up, pumps a lever to make herself inch up and up until at a more even height with Jiroki, then crosses her legs and sits pretty.

“She will be taking care of you today.” Abaddon says, motioning to the goblin, then speaks to her directly. “This is the patient who is interested in the test treatment for ovulation problems. I will return in time.” And then he leaves, leaving the two women alone.

“Hi sweety, I’m Frazzle Gigawick, but ya’ can call me Frazzy.” Frazzy chewed on some bubblegum, reaching into one of her pom pom puffs of hair for a pencil, pulling it out and blowing a bubble as she flips through some of the papers. It pops, causing Jiroki’s ears to switch, and she quietly sighs before the goblin speaks once more. “I gotta ask ya’ some health questions. Are ya’ tryin’ this out hopin’ ta get pregnant? Ya’ got some infertility problems?”

“S-Sort of…” Jiroki shifts in her chair, hesitating as the memories begin to slowly creep in. “I’ve had children already, a pair of twins, but my menstrual is irregular. I…” Jiroki closes her eyes, trying to keep calm. But she had to forgive herself. “I have a history of irregular menstrual cycles for years now due to an accident.”

“Uh huh.” Frazzy jots down some notes, lips open as she chews on her gum, making wet chewing sounds of the irritating kind. “And you’re only interested in receiving the impregnation? Not making someone else pregnant?”

“Wh-” Jiroki blinks, completely flabbergasted at what she had just been asked, eyes squinting and trying to comprehend. "What- n-no? I- wait; I'm trying to get pregnant."

"Uh huh." Frazzy scribbles down more notes. "And do you have health insurance?"

"What?"

After an array of an odd and irritating list of questions, Frazzy steps away. Jiroki reaches up and rubs her temple as Abaddon returns.

"I trust you're well so far." A bit of mischief in his eyes as he comes back over, behind him another goblin bringing over a tray.

"Was that even necessary?!" Jiroki leers up at the man, huffing a breath. "Did you set that up on purpose?! I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“No, you know I’m more of a pun sort of person. It all just happened to be set up as such.” Abaddon says, stepping to the side a bit as a second goblin sets up a stool. “And you know I take my business very seriously.”

Jiroki rolls her eyes but goes quiet, glancing anxiously at the new goblin. He wore gloves, carefully peeling something on the tray he looked over, something that had a light glow to it. She has to look away, starting to have second thoughts, the guilt she felt ages past starting to creep in. But, she so badly wanted to have a child with Aztook, a demon hunter whose body is already so tainted in fel, never having the chance of a normal life again. Yet she could give him some sort of semblance of feeling like being a mere man and a monster, and offer a chance for a child. Before the sword of Sargeras ruptured into Azeroth there would have been no chance at all, even if Jiroki’s body was perfectly healthy, but with the properties of Azerite, maybe… Just maybe…

But that also required her to forgive herself for what she had done to her first child.

“Aigh’ toots, lift ya’ shirt up, just above ya’ stomach.” The goblin indicates, carefully holding up what looks like a light infused gauze. “I’m gonna touch ya’ now, my hands won’t wander, promise! The wife would kill me.”

Jiroki lays still as she looks up at the ceiling, Abaddon carefully overseeing as the goblin begins to press the gauze over her lower abdomen, making sure it reaches over her uterus. Though it wasn’t raw azerite, Jiroki’s breath hitches. She had been forewarned that it may do more than intended, the lifeblood of Azeroth having amazing healing properties, but she decided to go with it regardless.

The effects immediately take notice. The phantom pains in her back begin to dissipate some, other aches and pains of her body start to cease, and she feels… A strange peace. Some of the torments of her mind slowly fading, though not fully.

A tear slides down her cheek, so many emotions normally bottled up wanting to be released. She reaches up and wipes it away, taking deep breaths and trying to let herself calm down. She feels a touch to her arm, glancing up at Abaddon, who just stood by silently, speaking no words as he looks at her. Though typically a stoic man, distant in public gatherings and usually coy towards his crew and those he’d consider to be on good terms with, this act meant the world to her. If this can work, she will make sure to have plenty of more children, and love every single one of them with every fiber of her being.

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Shivering in the chilled winds of Northrend, Jiroki began to reconsider her attire for tonight. Though she had only watched them from afar and partook in their kissing booth a few times, she finally scrounged up the courage to try and socialize at the dance party, hosted by the Succulent Tart. She saw many faces she recognized from the show, primarily Sin’dorei, dancing and gyrating with one another. She also saw other faces from participants from the tournament, a few even recognizing her in term.

“Oh, it’s the tsundere elf.”

��Wh-What did you just call me?” Unsure if she should be insulted or not, never having heard such a term in her life, Orcish maybe? It came from an Orc, so… Some of the Tarts had started to catch her, a few recognizing her and others just trying to encourage more people to join the dancing, blowing kisses and giving flirtatious waves.

Jiroki had no idea why she was here. She shouldn’t be, she didn’t fit in. Not in these clothes, not with this type of crowd, she barely even saw any Kaldorei out here, just mostly those of the Horde. Why would they even bother talking to someone like her? She was just a stuttering creep that didn’t know how to say ‘hey great show, big fan’ without coming off as an awkward creature of the night with social anxiety.

And yet that music, that beat resounding in her chest, taking over her heartbeat and making it her new heart, it set her at a peace she never knew she could have. She could feel it deep in her body, deep in her soul, and it resonated with her in a way nothing else could. Feeling her shoulders start to bounce, her hips starting to sway, her feet wanting to move, the music brought forth all happy emotions that normally had trouble finding their way out of her, as if finally finding the right key to the house from a keyring.

It became easier being around these people, people in general, with this music playing. Closing her eyes, she didn’t have to talk to anyone, she just had to feel and move, dance in the way her body wanted to move.

A brief ache, missing people. There were many who would have enjoyed this, who aren’t around, who aren’t close to her anymore. But she knew, somewhere out there, they thought of happy memories of her like she remembered of them in this newfound therapy.

When dancing like this, life felt whole. She felt whole. She loved herself.

Yea. Life isn't so bad.

(( @daily-writing-challenge ))

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itisannak · 5 years

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Close (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: Joining Ashton on tour means that (Y/N) will be spending a big amount of time in a teeny tiny bunk. But that doesn’t stop her from getting what she craves. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Oral; Female Receiving / Rough Sex / Slight Spanking / Daddy Kink) (Request) (Words: 2.6k)

Needy hands exploring bodies, skin pressed against skin with that sweet, sweet buzz from having one too many, for the first time in quite a few days, it feels like home, being with Ashton in this teeny tiny bunk bed. His lips move against mine softly, slowly, almost like he is sure we have all the time in the world together.

I feel mellow, warmth seeping through my chest as he smiles against my lips, occasionally brushing away the stubborn strand of hair that keeps falling on my face. Space is limited, we are on top of each other even when we are not trying, so I can feel his hard-on on my stomach, making me giggle a little as I bite onto his bottom lip. "You have a boner." I tease him, earning a chuckle. "I am making out with my dream girl. I have no control over it, really." He replies, holding my face in his hand as we both draw in a breath. "You sound like a high school jock trying to get in the girl's pants." I cackle and he hums. "Is that another one of your roleplaying fantasies?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow at me, showing he is clearly interested in that. "Could be." I reply sassily, tilting my head to the side. "Oh, really?" He asks, inching up my t-shirt. "Wanna try it tonight, pretty girl?" He asks me, sliding down my body. His lips lower to my stomach, planting sot pecks all the way down the button of my jeans. "Actually, I want it rough tonight, daddy." I purr, bucking my hips up a little. He looks up at me, throwing me a sly smile as his fingers work on unbuttoning my pants "How rough are we talking, princess?" He asks me, unzipping my zipper inch by inch. I feel my stomach clench at the thought of how dirty I want it to be, how rough I need him to turn, and really, how hard I want it to be for me to walk in the morning. "As rough as it can get, daddy." I bite my bottom lip and look at him, watching as his face tenses a little, crawling up to me. He grips my chin, making me look at him in the eye. "Are you sure, pretty princess?" He asks; his eyes are clouded with lust, the question is nothing but typicality. I simply nod, my heart beating a little faster. "Use your words, little one." He whispers in my ear, biting on my earlobe at the end. His breath fans on my neck, making a complaint come out of my lips. "Pretty please..." I manage to mumble, stretching my neck to give him access for more kisses, or luckily, marks and hickeys. "Pretty please, what, princess?" He demands to hear it, he demands of me to let out the words. "Pretty please, fuck me until I can't see straight, daddy." I state in a whisper, closing my eyes as his teeth sink in my skin.

He hums pleased at the mark that is left on my neck as he pulls back and takes a look at what he has achieved. "I need you naked, on your stomach, in the next minute." He says coldly, unbuckling his belt. For a second I freeze, looking at him to pinpoint if he is serious or not. He watches me sternly, tongue pushing against his cheek while waiting for me to act as he ordered.

I shimmy out of my jeans quickly, pushing it with my feet to the side of the bunk. He moves slower than me, undressing sluggishly, knowing that he has time. I practically tear my t-shirt off my body, knowing by the way he is looking at me that I am running out of time and he is running out of patience. Shakily, my hands move behind my back, undoing the clasp quickly and dropping it next to me, lowering my hands to my underwear, but before I can even haul them down his fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping me instantly. "That's my job." He says through greeted teeth, staring down at me. I nod, crawling up so I can pose as he ordered. I lay on my stomach, stretching my ass out for him as I turn my head so I can look at him. "Look at that ass. Look at that pretty ass, my pretty ass." He mumbles, running a hand over my butt. He gives me a tight squeeze, making my lips spread. I tug my top lip between my teeth, gawking at how fixed he is on me. He grips onto the belt tightly, stroking a hand over my ass before the leather accessory snaps on my skin. I curl my toes and try to bring my legs closer to my torso, but he pulls me back into position by my ankle. "Thought you wanted it rough, as rough as it gets... What's the matter, princess? Did you change your mind?" He asks me; his tone is loaded with irony, mocking me playfully. "I was just startled, daddy." I mumble, shaking my bum from side to side. He hums happily, licking his lips as his belt lands on my ass again. "God, I wish we had our toys with us... That pretty little whip, that princess plug... Maybe your pretty little vibe, the one I shove into your panties and leave you bound and writhing." He sighs, lowering my panties to my thighs. I whimper, feeling my pussy pulsing involuntarily. "Fucking disgusting... Grooling like that when I am hurting you." He comments, pressing his thumb on my core. He strokes it quickly, spreading my wetness all over. "I like pain, daddy." I reply, gulping thickly; knowing Ashton, I am sure that this has gotten to his head, made his thinking clouded and hazy. "Give me your wrist... Behind your back, quick." He orders, giving me one more whip. I jolt forward, biting my lip to muffle the yelp that escaped my mouth. I move my arms behind my back, joining my wrists together for him. "What a good girl." He praises. I feel him tie something on my wrists, keeping them together securely. "Let me get a taste..." He mumbles. I see him lower his face on my core, his breath hitting on my sex and making me pulse around nothing. His tongue swerves between my lips, traveling from my clit to my entrance, causing me to roll my eyes at how good this feels, how heavenly his tongue swirling on my sex is. "My little honey-hole..." He mumbles as he resurfaces, leaving me with just that much of a high. "Please... More..." I cry out, digging my nails in my palm. My hips wiggle in search of some stimulation on my sex, but nothing is giving me it. And of course, Ashton finds my neediness amusing, chuckling as I practically hump nothing. "Look how needy my little slut is for me... How much more pathetic can you become?" He spits out the words, voice thickly clouded with irony. I make little whimpers, practically inaudible as I bury my face in the pillow, but loud enough for Ashton to scoff at.

A second or two later, I feel him touch his tip against my sex, tapping it a couple of times. He is rock hard, I bet the head is sleek with precum and his veins are thick and throbbing, making it even harder for him to resist thrusting in me. So when he does, I am not surprised by how deep he goes, or how violent it feels. I wince a little, throbbing around him as I try to adjust to his girth. "God fucking damn it... Such a tight little pussy for me..." He groans. I can picture him with his head thrown back, his Adam's apple popping and face tensed, jaw clenching as his hair falls messily. His hands move to grip on my waist, the pads of his fingers pressing on my hipbones. I feel chills traveling all over my body as I feel him touch me, my heart aches a little at the comfort. "You are mine, all mine." He hisses through gritted teeth, speeding up. My stomach tightens; I am his, and he is fucking mine, nothing will change that. I hum in agreement, mind turning gooey and becoming unable to form any words. "Say it. Say you are mine." He demands, pulling on my hair until my torso is up and my back is pressed against his chest. "I am yours. All yours. All of me." I breathe out. He shoves my head to the side, revealing my neck to him. He assaults it with kisses, bites, hickeys, anything that will leave a mark honestly. I just love feeling him mark me, I love how possessive he gets. One of his hands snakes around my body, pressing low on my stomach. "Feel that bulging thing inside you, baby? That thing that presses against your little spot? That's my cock baby... That's my fucking cock, making you feel like you've never felt before like no one else will ever make you feel. And that cock is going to put a baby inside you, it is going to pump you full of cum. And you are going to take every drop of it, load after load, like the good girl you are, aren't you, pretty girl?" He asks me, lowering his hand to my clit. Instead of rubbing it, he pinches it, sending waves of pain and pleasure on my spine. "I promise, daddy." I reply, nodding my head before I let out a loud complaint, closing my eyes shut as he keeps my clit between his fingers. "Good girl." He presses a kiss on my neck, close to my sweetspot, and letting go of my clit, replacing the pinch with soft circles.

His cock reaches the perfect place inside me, making me unable to stay in place. I fall a little forward, crying out as he keeps on fucking me, groaning every time he pounds his hips against my ass. "I wanna cum..." I moan, toes curling as I try to hold back; I know better than to let go without his permission. "Oh, you do, princess? Cause your little pussy pulsing on my cock wasn't giving it away..." He mocks me, rubbing my clit faster. "I wanna cum so badly." I repeat and he coos at me. "Aww, my babygirl forgot her manners. Say the magic words and you might get what you crave, baby." He hisses, pulling me back up by my hair. I let out a couple of soft cries, lip quivering as I get closer every second that passes. "May I please cum, daddy? I really need to cum. Please, let me..." I whimper, practically holding back by the skin of my teeth. Ashton scoffs and bites on my earlobe, pulling at it slightly. "Cum, pretty girl. I want to feel you do it on my cock." He states. It takes a moment for my brain to register what he said and for me to finally let go, letting my orgasm wash over me as everything becomes more tingly, as every touch, every thrust feels more intense. "Ashton..." I scream, throwing my head back. I feel some tears roll from my eyes as he keeps on fucking me, thrusting fast and deep inside me. It makes my orgasm longer, intenser, my body feeling like it is being hit by electricity. And then he cums, erupting inside me and groaning my name. I shiver, my whole body feeling on fire. And it only gets worse as his hand goes up, squeezing my breast in his palm.

"You ok, babe?" He asks me after we both take a moment to catch our breaths. "Better than ever. Just... My ass hurts. And my wrists feel sore... So if you could please untie me, that would be awesome..." I reply groggily, making him chuckle. He reaches to untie my wrists, planting a tender kiss on my forehead. "I'll bring some lotion for your ass, princess..." He suggests, moving out of the bunk.

I wake up in between Ashton's arms, feeling my body sore. I find Ashton already awake, looking at me as he strokes my hair. "Good morning, creep." I tease him, crawling up to leave a kiss on his lips. "Shut up. You think it is cute..." He scoffs at me, stroking his hand down my back. "What were you doing awake so early?" I ask and he hums softly. "I was thinking about how lucky I am..." He replies; I would love to push for more, hear him telling me all about how I make his life better. But I just decide to find comfort in just the statement, avoid digging for more. "Let's go get breakfast. My stomach hurts from hunger." Ashton complains and I laugh at it, stretching my body and wincing in pain. "Definitely cannot walk..." I groan, feeling pain everywhere on my body. "Did I cause that?" He asks cockily, pride dripping from his voice about the outcome of last night. I shove his shoulder playfully, rolling my eyes at his childishness. "I can carry you on my back. And you can sit on my lap during breakfast if you want. It is way more comfortable than any chair." He pecks on my nose and I coo, curling up to him. "That'd be nice. But I have to look presentable first." I remind him and he hums.

We walk in the small lounge, me riding on Ashton's back, earning a lot of chuckles and giggles from the rest of the guys. "Good morning, fellows." I greet them, throwing them a smile as Ashton lets me on the couch. I yelp a little as I sit on my ass, so I decide to just rest on the side of it, where it hurts significantly less. "Morning..." There is a choir of mumbles replying to me as Ashton checks the mini-fridge for breakfast. "How did you sleep?" Luke asks; I can recognize the sarcasm in his voice, so I decide to play along. "Like a bird." I smile as Ash hands me a mug of coffee. "Didn't sound like it last night." Michael mumbles as Ashton pulls me to lay my head on his shoulder. "I don't know what you are talking about." I reply, shrugging my shoulders. "We are talking about the fact that you two were fucking like animals. And about the fact, we know the shit you are into. God, and to think we considered you innocent." Calum snaps, making Ashton choke on his coffee. "Baby, remind me to buy a bulk of earplugs on the next Target visit. They will come in handy for those little whiny bitches over there." I turn to Ashton, who smirks at me and nods. "That's exactly what I was thinking right now." He replies, bringing his hand to brush his fingers through my hair. "Oh my God... You could just stop fucking when we are on the bus. Or at least be quiet and not so gross." Luke pleads at us, making me bite my bottom lip. "I really cannot do that. He looks like a full course meal on the stage and it is very, very had for me to resist him when he gets off of it..." I reply, tilting Ashton's head so his lips are on mine. "God, those following weeks are going to be fucking rough." Michael sighs, throwing his head back as Ashton grabs the back of my head and deepens the kiss.

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hxrringtonss · 5 years

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I THINK I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ASK THAT REQUESTED THIS I’M SO SORRY BUT IT WAS 45, 27 & 20 FOR STEVE FROM THE SMUT PROMPTS

45, 27 & 20.

"what do you mean not yet? you can't expect me to cum when you're fucking me so good!", "oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?" & "you're bigger than i expected"

♡

you were supposed to be having a movie night at steve's house—he was your best friend after all—but the dumbass had forgotten to cook the popcorn before you got there, and now that was your delegated job while he sorted through possible films. "what about the terminator?" he suggested, leaning against the back of the couch.

your face scrunched up. "i've seen that, like, 4 times in the last couple of weeks. maybe something else." you leaned up against his kitchen counter, waiting for the microwave to beep. you'd found a lollypop somewhere in his pantry and had unwrapped it, currently waving it around between your fingers with each gesture.

"do you think i look like the terminator?" steve questioned, crossing his arms over his chest in a pose. "i mean with my sunglasses, totally, right?"

you snorted, rolling your eyes. "in your wildest dreams, harrington. you couldn't play as arnold if you tried." he grinned at you, scrunching up his face, and you just laughed, raising your eyebrows and pressing the cherry lollypop between your lips. there had always been sexual tension between you and steve. always. since that first moment when you met him by falling on him as he walked off the court after one of his basketball games. but then he'd been in love with nancy wheeler, and you'd had your own shit to deal with, and, well, it had never really come up. despite the glances you gave each other, the way you brushed hips or how you touched his neck. you were both painfully aware of it, but it had just always been a part of your friendship. it had never led anywhere.

you were kind of sick of it.

steve made a noise as you licked the lollypop with innocent eyes, trying to crack a playful joke, "oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?"

a coy smile just worked its way across your lips and you smirked at him from across the kitchen, back leaning up against the marble counter. "hmm? is that right, harrington?" you asked, pressing the lollypop up against your lips. "is that what you think of me?" you slipped the treat into your mouth again and gave him those low-lidded, teasing eyes.

his eyes glanced you up and down, raking over the features of your body. "i— i'm— well," but by the time he'd managed to get that out, you had already crossed the room and were approaching him. he leant against the back of the couch, glancing down at you as you effectively trapped him in, lollypop still rolling in your fingers.

"hmmm?" you murmured, chest pressed up against his own as you balanced on your twisted legs. your tongue ran across the red lollypop again, tasting its sweetness against your flushed lips and you looked up at him the whole time.

then he was the one spinning you around and pressing you up against the back of the couch, his hands sharply on your hips, and he smashed his mouth against yours. at the friction of your bodies against each other, and his desperate action, a satisfied moan pulled from your lips.

at the sound, he groaned, thighs pressed up against your front. "do that again," he said in a low voice.

"what?" his mouth was moving against yours, desperate and longing. you pulled his bottom lip into your teeth.

"moan for me."

this was a side of steve you'd never seen before. sure, you heard tales of 'king steve' in bed from the other girls in hawkins but experiencing it yourself was something entirely new: raw and passionate and exciting. you complied, as he ran his fingers up your abdomen and you wrapped one of your legs around his waist, drawing him closer. steve let out a low groan as you grinded yourself up on him. "you like it when i moan for you, then?" you murmured coyly, fingers running through his hair. "you want to hear me whine your name? steve? you want to make me scream it?" you tugged the strands of his hair a little, forcing a noise out of him which sent heat straight to your belly.

"is that a challenge?" he asked as he gripped your breasts, kneading them in his large hands and grinding his hips back against yours.

the moan that left your mouth as you held his hard-on against your thigh was delectable, and it forced the same sound out of him. "sure is, babyboy." that earned a groan, and his body pressed you harder against the couch-back. your foot pressed against his back only pulled him closer, so you could feel each other so intimately. "you gonna take me up on it?"

you were a teasing brat and you knew it. he just hauled your other leg up by gripping your thigh, pulling both of your legs around his waist and lifting you up against him with his other hand. you gasped has he gripped your ass in his hands, and then smirked. steve carried you around the front of the couch and dropped you down onto it, joining you a few seconds later.

you palmed him through his jeans, feeling his hard length pressing up against the denim. in turn, he groaned, and dragged you closer to him, slipping a hand up your shirt. carefully, you popped the button on his jeans, shifting them off his hips. he kicked them off his ankles as he lifted your own t-shirt up over your head, and unclipped your bra, tossing it somewhere across the living room. you palmed him through his boxers with one hand while pulling your shorts and panties off with the other. when you slipped your fingers into his briefs, that's when he moaned, fingers feeling the length of him. after rubbing it for a moment or so, you freed his cock from his boxers.

licking your lips, you sat there on your thighs watching him, fingers grazing over his hips. "you're bigger than i expected". his body jerked a little as you pulled your hand up his length, rubbing your thumb over the dripping tip. watching him with lustful eyes, your fingers pulled down again and you began to pump him a little. "you'll fill me up so good."

at that, he groaned, fingers flying to your hips so he could pull you towards him, onto his thighs. experimentally, you have him a few more pumps, watching the way his head fell back, hair a sweaty, hot mess. his fingers gripped the back of your thighs, smoothing them. "mmm, baby," he moaned at your actions, voice low and so steve harrington that it made you shiver. how was it possible for him to sound like that? all rough and needy at the same time. you took a condom from your purse and pressed it onto him.

steve pressed you back down against the couch, flattening your body with his fingers. "good girl." just hearing that brought a smirk to your lips, as he ran his fingers down your thigh and over where you were absolutely dripping for him. a shiver worked its way up his spine as she pushed his finger into you, through the wetness. "you're so ready to take me, aren't you? just dripping everywhere for me."

"hell yeah, i am. it's all for you." spreading your thighs with her hand, he aligned his length and ran it twice over your clit, drawing a precious moan from you. then he slipped himself into you antagonising slow, before your toes curled and you looped your legs around his back to push him in harder and faster. "you gonna fuck me, harrington? teach me a lesson for always teasing you? fuck me so good." no one ever said you were an angel in bed.

this would have him bracing his hands on either side of your head and thrusting into you, your hips angled upwards to get a better angle. he'd be panting, making sinful noises as you clenched around him, tugging your hand through his hair. he seemed to like that, letting out a moan when you tugged on the strands, and so you pulled them whenever he pounded into you just right. it ended up with him whimpering out your name.

"don't slow down," you muttered through moans, fingers deep in his hair. your head fell back on your shoulders, back lifting a little. his fingers gripped your breasts, pinching your nipples as you whimpered out strings of curse words and his name.

he was doing the same, moaning "fuck" when you pulled your legs tighter around him, forcing him deeper. there was this pretty look of lust and concentration spread across steve's face. he groaned out as you tightened yourself, moaning. heat was burning through you, your orgasm approaching you hard. it had you whining out. your other hand pressed against his shoulder blade, clawing for an anchor.

"god, steve, i'm going to cum," you managed , body shaking, fingers tightening on his shoulders as they wrapped beneath his arms. he continued to pound into you at an unruly pace, so fucking good.

his teeth left marks on your breasts, your collarbone. "not yet."

a moan escaped you. "what do you mean not yet? you can't expect me to cum when you're fucking me so good." your fingernails scratched lines across his back, ankles pressing him closer. "fuck, fuck!" there was sweat dripping down his forehead, your breasts, his back—it was all so hot, and he felt so good inside you, you didn't want to stop anytime soon.

"you gotta hold on for me," he groaned as he bit over your necks. god, you were going to be marked up tomorrow. they dragged all the way to your jawline, no way you were going to be able to hide those. the way his mouth sucked and bit you should have been illegal, it was so sinful.

a compliant moan left your lips, relaxing your body a little. his fingers held your hip, positioning you in just the right angle and drawing you back to meet each of your thrusts. "how good do i feel around your cock?" you murmured breathily, earning a whimper from him into the skin of your neck. "am i perfect? you make me feel so full." the praises escaping from your mouth were doing things to him. his other hand flew from where it had been supporting his weight over you, and it grasped your other hip. he pulled you back towards him, sinking you on his full length as he thrust forward, and god fucking hell that hit your g-spot.

"god, you're so tight. so pretty," he whispered. he angled his thrusts a bit more, so he got that damn pleasure spot every single time. it had you keening, whining, crying out his name.

"steve, steve, steve," you chanted, fucking yourself back to meet him now. his fingers gripped you roughly. you'd have bruises there for a while, you thought. they'd look so delicious in the mirror, pink-purple finger marks showing just who you belonged to. demonstrating who exactly it was who had fucked you so good. "oh god, steve!" your back was arching, breasts pressing against his chest and gripping his shoulders so you could keep fucking back against him. you hadn't cried out like that in a long time—maybe he really would have you screaming.

his hand rubbed furiously against your clit: it seemed to turn him on, seeing you unravel like this for him. "cum, baby."

the noise you let out next was a loud half-cry, half-scream, mouth fallen open in pleasure as you squeezed your eyes and your orgasm hit you hard, steve slamming into you over and over. at that sound, steve came too, digging his fingers into the bones of your hips as he continued to pull you back into him. you were clenching so tight around him, it drove him insane. your thighs wrapped around his waist, and your ankles were still hooked over his back, forcing you deeper as you both rode out your climaxes.

it was like heaven, his hot, heavy body against yours as he bit down hard on your shoulder and lazily thrust into you, hitting that perfect spot each time. the sounds that steve made were perfect: desperate moans and whimpers that you would never expect from someone like him, soft, deep noises. they were so fucking hot. it made you want to ride him and call him "babyboy" while he came for you. when the both of you had fucked yourselves through your orgasms, you slower, until you were just slowly grinding your hips against each other.

he pulled out of you, watching your juices drip out onto your thighs, and he pulled off the condom and tied it, tossing it towards the trash. his usually-pretty hair was a sweaty mess, pressed against his forehead, his cheeks flushed. he looked so pretty after sex, you thought. steve always looked pretty, but this gave him a new glow all together.

you just sat on his thighs and pushed him back on the couch so you lay flat on him, face pressed into his neck. his fingered cradled your body, its curves and shape. you hadn't left any hickeys on his throat, so you began to do so now, lightly sucking the skin of his neck.

"so, we're so doing that again, right harrington?" you asked, rubbing your fingers across his chest. "otherwise i'll have to fuck myself, and that's no fun alone."

with careful fingers, he pushed some strands of your hair out of your face, letting him see how flushed and wrecked you looked. "don't tease me," he murmured, swallowing at the idea of how you'd look masturbating. he briefly thought about how it would look to bend you over in front of the mirror, watching as he fucked you doggy-style and pulled your hair. "and yeah, we're doing this again."

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The Best Intentions - Part 26

Heat. White heat. The heat circled and swirled and balled up like an ouroboros of flame, it’s head eating its tail as it curled and whirled, fighting against itself, struggling against itself to win its own freedom. Ansgar, the head - what was left of his mind, desired the pleasure to last as long as it could; his body, the tail, demanded instant release.

Ultimately, the tail tore itself from the fangs, and the fiery snake whipped free, burst forth from its tight coil. It writhed and slithered, biting and tearing and ripping through cock and balls and down through flesh and muscle and back up through bone and sinew and heart and guts and light-blinded eyes and mouth and brain. The intoxicating, sybaritic venom, milked forth in the grip of Joline’s own orgasm, pumped like hot wine through his veins.

There had been nothing like it, nothing, for years. No climax like this one. No one like Joline. No fulfillment, no euphoria, no rapture brought by casual encounters even came close to it, to her. Ansgar Martinsson, for those precious few seconds, became mindless and soulless, his entire being ripped out, erased and replaced with a creature of pure white light. All control of his flesh was lost - pulled tight, tight as it would go, his muscles bulged, joints locked, fingers clawed, and veins popped, and his face contorted upon a long, drop-jawed, crackling roar.

And then, as quickly as it came upon him, it was gone.

“Oh,” he breathed at last. “Oh… fucking hell.”

“That good, huh?”

He heard, rather than saw Joline’s wide smile. He still had not opened his clenched shut eyes, still had not lifted his head from her shoulder, still had not unwound himself from the almost preternatural arch he made over her body. He did so slowly, one muscle at a time in a desperate measure to hold on to the euphoric sensation for as long as humanly possible. He smiled in return, letting his flesh melt down, down, down over hers, letting his weight settle upon her. “That good,” he replied. “Oh, so very good.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself.”

He felt her chest patter beneath his in her laughter, felt her fingers draw a gentle long line up his back, the rope trailing behind. Coming fully to himself then, he lifted his head, pressed a gentle kiss to her lips and rolled off of her, his breath hitching in tandem with hers as he uncoupled himself from her below, as the cool air coursed over his wet, still-heated cock.

“Christ, Joline,” he murmured, throwing his arm over his eyes as he still worked to catch his breath. “Are you okay?” He looked over at her and rolled up to rest on his elbow. He took her hand in his, wriggling the rope from around her wrist. He soothed her skin with his lips, a gentle, thankful cascade of kisses. “This doesn’t hurt, does it? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” Joline murmured, still breathless herself. “I’ve told you before. I’m a big girl. I can take it. I can take it, and I enjoy it. Don’t worry about me so much. I’m not so delicate. I’ll tell you if you do something I don’t like.”

Ansgar chuckled. “Fair enough.” He shifted again and wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her to rest on her side, face to face with him on the bed. He stared at her, studying her for a long moment, his fingers brushing idly up and down the curve of her body from breast to hip and back again. She seemed to examine him as well, her own eyes fixed upon his, her own hand exploring the planes of his stomach, his thigh, up to his sharp cheekbones, and in his mass of curly hair.

Finally, it was Joline who spoke.

“Did you mean that?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Did I mean what?”

“What you said.”

He chuckled. “I said a lot of things, darling. What in particular?”

She cleared her throat and swallowed, stilling her fingers against his scalp. “Mine,” she echoed. “You said… ‘mine’. Did you…. did you mean that?”

Ansgar took a long, deep inhale through his nose, and he gripped her hard, his hand curled tightly around her biceps. “I always mean what I say during sex, Joline. I don’t lie.”

Joline stiffened, pulled back, and shot him an incredulous look. “Oh. Really,” she drolled.

“Well, okay,” he rolled his eyes, “You know full well that I may be apt to tell some untruths in the moments leading up to it, or the hours before, but not during the act of it itself.” He smiled. “I cannot, forsooth. For such concupiscence doth bind my silver tongue,” he camped, his accent plummy and comical. Mouth opened wide, he flicked said tongue from side to side in a vulgar demonstration.

“Come on! I’m serious, you shit,” she slapped his arse. “I want to know. Did you mean what you said?”

“Yes,” he declared quickly, soberly, his features stilling into seriousness. “I meant it, Joline. And know this,” he paused, drawing his fingers down the angle of her cheek. “I haven’t lied to you about anything, and that’s a first for me. Everything I’ve told you has been the God’s honest truth. Frankly, as much as it goes beyond the pale for me, I don’t ever intend to lie to you. So you can take what I say and know that I mean every word.”

She covered his hand with hers, stilling him. “Okay. So,” she said slowly, “when you said ‘mine’ you mean that you consider me… yours?”

“Yes,” he replied. “Do you consider yourself as such?”

“What? Yours?”

“Yes. Mine.”

“I said so, didn’t I?” she queried. “I told you to… take what’s yours.”

“You sure as hell did say that,” Ansgar rumbled, clutching her tighter. “And damn. It was such a turn on for me. Made me lose my fucking mind.”

“It was more just than a turn on, Ansgar. I meant it.”

He smiled. “I know. I know you did. And that’s exactly what made it so… enticing.”

She cocked her head inquisitively, narrowing her eyes. “Does that make you… mine, then? Is the converse true?”

“Are you asking me… if I can be faithful to you?”

“I…,” her gaze dipped away for a moment in thought, and then flicked back to him. “Maybe. Yes. I suppose I am asking that.”

“I will be, if you want it of me,” he said, shifting even closer to her. He wrapped his leg around hers, his arm around her back, pulling her tightly into him. “I know I’m a terrible flirt and sort of a cad, and I’ve been bit of a whore. I know you know that about me, I’ve told you as much, but, if there’s one thing the past few years and all I’ve gone through have taught me about myself is that… is that….”

She lifted her head, peering up at him. “What… what did you learn?”

“I am faithful to those I care for. I’m actually, all appearances aside, rather steadfast and loyal.”

She smiled, pressing her palm to his chest, just over his heart. “No, I do see that about you,” she said. “I’ve seen that from the beginning.”

“I wasn’t like that before,” he cautioned. “Quite the opposite. I hurt a lot of people.”

“Well, as I said, I didn’t know you before.”

“And as I said, I’m glad of it.”

“So,” she toyed with the small hairs on his chest, raising gooseflesh where she pulled playfully upon one. “So you… you won’t fuck anyone else but me, then?”

He laughed. “For a woman who says she’s a big girl, you’re sounding awfully insecure right now.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” she acquiesced. She rose up on one elbow, and he matched her pose. “But what if,” she grinned, her eyes sparkling with mirth and mischief, “what if say, Rosie were to propose a threesome?”

Ansgar’s nostrils flared and his eyes shot wide over instantly dilated pupils. He gasped, his hand clutching involuntarily at his twitching cock. He moaned wantonly. “Jesus, Joline! Don’t fucking say things like that!”

“Oh?” she batted her eyes. “Like what?”

“Like… like… threesome,” his voice cracked like a teenage boy over the word, “especially the proposition of one involving a particularly hot, blonde lesbian friend of mine. You don’t understand what images just flew through my mind, what thoughts are turning my brain to mush right at this moment. You can’t do that to a bloke. You’ll ruin him utterly.”

“No, we can’t have that,” she chuckled, leaning forward to press her lips to the tip of nose. “Can’t ruin my man.”

“Your man, indeed.” He lifted his chin, smiling as he captured her lips in the snare of his.

“Mine.”

She tasted the word in her mouth, along her lips, in her cheeks, and discovered that she quite liked it. She never considered herself possessive, she hadn’t been before. The sensual and divine pleasures Ansgar made her feel while they were in bed… the mere thought of another woman experiencing it, and as much as she cared for woman’s equality, Joline thought she might scratch a sister’s eyes out for touching her man.

What had become of her? Only days ago she didn’t understand violence. However after two nights in Ansgar’s bed, she was ready for the World Wrestling Federation to defend her place as his. Selfishly, she clung to him while she had him.

“You know,” she spoke slowly, dragging out her thought as her fingers combed down his chest. “I’ve never been in a threesome.”

“Is that so?” He grinned as the naked woman swung her leg over him to straddle his happy trail, between stomach and cock. “Have you considered it?”

“I just did.” Her hands fanned outward as she made another sweep upwards. “But here’s the thing, as much as I like Rose and I do, if she experienced an Ansgar orgasm, I might gouge her eyes out.”

He chuckled long and low, his fingers creeping along her muscular thighs within his reach, chasing the colors of Stockholm reflected on her flesh from the city ten floors below. “As much as I might fancy a cat fight between two gorgeous women over me, Rose would prefer you over me during sex. That just wouldn’t do.”

“For you or for your ego?”

“In this case, they are one and the same.”

Joline walked her fingers up his chest again, folding at the waist to bend over him. “You would be the star then, do you think?” Her left eyebrow hooked skyward, her eyes flashing dubiously.

“I would insist upon it.” His fists clutched into the pliant flesh of her ass.

“Yeah, you would,” she tsked, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, shaking her head in disapproval. And yet, her hands, those soft calloused greedy hands surveyed her territory. Newly declared as hers, and she made good on that bit of business. Her head tilted as she considered her segue in their conversation. “Have you ever been with a man?” she grinned through the mischievous bit of her lower lip, her eyes twinkled in the city lights.

In the blink of an eye, a fan of limbs, and the flip of sheets, Ansgar pinned her beneath him, hips first. His smile turned almost maniacal, reading her like yesterday’s headlines. “Why? Have you been with another woman?”

She nodded. “But only once. Winters are cold in Chicago,” she offered up as way of explanation.

Ansgar’s sometimes young boy charm and glee displayed on his face in utter enchantment. Men were so easy about these things, and she was pleased that he fulfilled at least one of her expectations. “Tell m—“ his voice cracked like a boy in the midst of puberty. He cleared his throat and demanded again. “Tell me everything.”

“There’s not much to tell really,” she shrugged against the mattress. “She was called Heather, a cute nerdy type musician girl with magnificent lips and a strange fascination with John Leguizamo.”

He laughed at that, harder than he thought he should, but he couldn’t help it. The bit of information wasn’t anything he could’ve anticipated. “That’s… that’s one name I never thought could come to my bed.”

Joline flirted, fluttering her eyes and one by one, wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hands climbed from his hips into his curls. “You’re not in bed with just any woman.”

Ansgar leaned into her touch like a cat to its owner’s leg, a sign of marking, a sign of appreciation, a sign of affection. “I am well aware,” he admitted soberly, rocking his groin to her center. In a hoarse whisper, he insisted upon knowing more. “Go on, tell me about Heather.”

Joline crossed her arms behind his neck, fishing for more of him, reeling him bit by bit. “It was after my divorce, before my father passed. Too many margueritas, not enough violin music. It was one night, a snow storm and two women looking for a bit of fun.”

“What did she feel like? Taste like?” Ansgar craved details, who made the first move, what they did, he wanted… and all at once, it didn’t matter. The only details that mattered were Joline.

He wanted Joline and Joline he would have.

Face first, he dropped into her neck, kissing, tasting, licking.

She moaned, encouraging his sensual exploration.

“Did you come?” he asked into her hair, prepared to wipe her memory of that encounter and replace it with another. “Did you come for Heather?”

“I did.”

Ansgar made good on making her forget any man or woman who came before him.

*~*~*~*~*~

Joline remembered watching a cruise ship float through the harbor at a leisurely knot. Ansgar was already asleep beside here, she on the precipice of sleep herself, watching the ship on the water, listening to her lover’s steady breathing and the feel of oh-so-soft sheets against her bruised yet incredibly loved skin. All of it made for the perfect lullaby, the ideal calm for sleep.

She woke gradually, her body slow to rise. She opened them to find the ship had long past, but the sun was still far from rising. The dark closed in around her, comforting, welcome, gently pushing her towards sleep again. As her eyes drooped closed again, she blocked out the world outside. It was in that moment that she felt him… maybe heard him, first. Ansgar reached for her, across the gulf of mattress between them.

No words were spoken, only the soft whisper of skin to skin. The pillows of his fingers followed the line of her spine to the dogwood branch at the small of her back. His hand expanded, filling his palm with her flesh. She waited with baited breath for his direction, another bid for her to stretch her limits of trust. One didn’t come, instead he pulled her into the circle of his arms and held her.

Ansgar outlined her silhouette with his, his front along her back. He buried his nose in her hair, smelling nothing but her fragranced shampoo, some herbal mix that he could become addicted to. His fingers stilled along her stomach, just to feel her breath, to feel her life force beneath them. She pressed her arms in against his, willingly sinking into his embrace.

The unhurried pace of kisses along her neck only encouraged to unfurl some, to let him in. His kisses and endearments traced the delicate line of her neck to shoulder, stopping at random to inhale her scent. He was the same Ansgar, she knew the scratch of his beard, the press and massage of his lips, but there was more. The question of what that more was hung above her just beyond her grasp.

The cup of his hand pressed in around her breast, and she sighed into it. He molded her soft flesh in his palm, tenderly kneading and provoking her nipple to a peak. Joline, in that moment, felt the warmth flood through her center, an eager ripple of anticipation made her shiver in arousal. She pressed back against her man, silently giving all of herself to him.

Ansgar knew the moment that she gave in to it, he felt it in her body. Her shield, that bit of her that she poised between them clattered to the floor. When she did, when her defensive wall crumbled, his flesh stiffened and firmed against her rear. He rocked his erection against her, he understood. Even in the dark with his eyes closed, with her back to him, he could read her.

His breath hot, rhythmic and oh-so-sexy against her ear.

His hand caressed her breast. He felt her pulse quicken with the beat of her heart. He did that to her, he influenced a vital part of her, and Christ- it was the sexiest part of her. How responsive she was to him.

His other slid down between her legs to her sex. Two fingertips slithered in on her welcoming tide. He was in no hurry to make her come, his seduction held something deeper than pleasure.

The hand between her legs eased them apart, just enough for him to guide his cock into her core.

She sighed with him seated within her.

He moaned as her body swallowed him, took him in, and held him there.

His cock deep and thick inside her, one hand circled her pleasure point, his other massaged her breast, and she couldn’t make a sound. This was vitally different than any of the other sexual exploits. This was personal. He didn’t fuck her this time, he made love to her.

She had no defense against erotic, sensual loving. She couldn’t disconnect from the act, it was too sweet. Joline scrambled to find her resolve not to let him close, but when he moved slowly, tenderly stroking her from the inside, she feared that she may have been too late.

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