#hit my dam head on my headboard and shit

[astheroid]

“Are you still mad at me?”

Bokuto

⚠️ Angst to fluff, insecurities and implied depression

Bokuto stared feverishly at the small bright screen in his hands. His fingers, clenched so tightly they hurt, ghosted over his phone.

It had been exactly three days, twelve hours, fifty-two minutes, and four seconds since you had last responded to him.

He gulped, anxieties swirling in his stomach.

‘Do they hate me now?’

‘Did I really drive them away?’

‘No, no. They love me. Don’t they?’

‘Fuck, Koutarou. You screwed up again.’

‘Don’t let this be like last time.’

‘Please… they can’t have left for good.’

‘I don’t want to be alone.’

He brushed his hair out of his eyes with clammy hands. You had snapped at him for being too pushy with his affection earlier, and the memory was the only thing plaguing his mind.

“Kou, you can’t expect me to drop everything for you.” You said, eyebrows furrowed. “I have work to do.”

“I know that, I just wanted you to come to this one practice. It’s really important.” He said, playing with his hands.

“Why do you need me there?”

“Well… Tsumu, Shoyo, and I figured out a new attack and I wanted you to see.”

You shook your head. “Maybe next time. I’m so close to getting that promotion, and taking time off from work wouldn’t look good for me.”

“It’s just one day, baby. Can’t you work it out with your boss?” He questioned. His arms attempted to pull you into a hug, but you shrugged him off.

“It’s not ‘just one day’. It’s the day before the biggest meeting of the year.” You looked up at him. “Stop being so pushy with this.”

He gulped, eyes falling to the floor. “I’m sorry, I just…”

“Look, I’m sorry I can’t make it and I love you, but you need to leave. I won’t be able to get anything done with you here.”

He tried his best to smile. “Okay! Hug me before I go?” You nodded and opened your arms. He scooped you up and swung you around before he heard a loud ‘thunk’.

He wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings and knocked your coffee onto your laptop. His eyes widened and he immediately set you down.

“Shit, honey! I’m so so so sorry.” He exclaimed, frantically trying to sop up the liquid with his shirt. His panicked movements only pushed the coffee around, thoroughly soaking your workspace.

You stood there speechless, fists clenched by your sides. Had your work been autosaved before the spill? Would your laptop turn on? Were the notes on your desk still legible?

“Kou, what the fuck.” You muttered, the frustration from your stressful week starting to slip out.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I totally wasn’t looking where I was going and I swear I’ll make it up to you.” He stammered, looking everywhere but you.

“That laptop you just fried was almost a thousand dollars.” Your voice was trembling.

“I know, I'll buy you a new one just please-”

“That document that may or may not have been saved took me a week to get halfway through.” You stood up straight, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Please calm down, sweetie. It was an accident and I’ll make it up to you any way you want.” He pleaded, white t-shirt soaked brown.

“You can’t fucking make that up to me. Just leave.” You said, trying your best to regulate your breathing.

“It-it’s gonna be okay.” He tried to touch your arm with a watery smile.

“FUCKING LEAVE! I DON’T WANT YOU HERE!” You snapped, tears now rolling down your face. “I don’t want you to touch me. I don’t want you to talk to me. I want to be alone so I can sort out this problem YOU caused.” You gestured to your ruined desk.

He was shaking, only capable of staring at you with horrified eyes. “I’m sorry, I thought a hug might make you feel better.”

“Knocking over my shit and destroying my property isn’t making me feel better,” You ranted. “In fact, it’s making me feel terrible. I can’t stand you being so touchy and annoying all the time, it just messes everything up.”

This hit him right in the insecurities. “Okay. I’ll leave. Um. Have a good day, honey.”

“Don’t call me that.” You muttered, wiping your desk down.

He nodded and left, softly closing the door behind him.

That night he had a complete breakdown. Tears soaked his pillow as he shook his bed with loud hics, his throat was sore from crying. He took the next few days off because he couldn’t bring himself to get out of bed.

The three day thirteen hour mark soon passed. It was well past bedtime, but Bokuto couldn’t sleep. The dark circles under his eyes were proof enough.

As his fatigued body slumped down his headboard, his phone let out three soft ‘ding’s.

His fingers quickly typed a response.

His cheeks were burning from his wide smile.

Before he could celebrate, you texted him again.

He hesitated with his response. What would you say if you knew he had been skipping practice? Would you be mad at him for being lazy? He hadn’t eaten since the fight, what if his stomach grumbled at the wrong time?

He shook his head and typed an answer.

It was maybe thirty minutes before you arrived at his door.

He opened the door and smiled, reaching out to pull you into a hug before flinching. Right. You didn’t want him to touch you.

You looked at him guiltily. “I’m sorry, Kou. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”

He shook his head. “No, it’s my fault. I didn’t look where I was going and I was being annoying.”

You grabbed his arm, eyes wide. “That’s not true. It’s not your fault and I regret everything I said, baby. I’m sorry for saying that to you.”

He closed his eyes, his laugh sounding more like a sob. “Thanks, but I get it. You were stressed and I was being too pushy. I won’t do it again, I swear.”

You wrapped your arms around him and hugged tightly. As soon as he felt your comforting touch, the dam broke and he was crying like a baby all over again. “I real-really want to make it up to you.” He sniffled, pawing at his eyes.

You gently took his hand and led him to his bedroom, sitting him down on the bed.

“It’s my fault. Don’t blame yourself, alright? I love how affectionate and passionate you are. You’re never annoying.” You assured, kissing him between words. His cheeks were damp and he didn’t smell all that great, but in the moment you couldn’t care less.

“I love you.” He mumbled, pulling you closer. You stroked his back as he cried in your arms.

“I love you too. I’ve never stopped loving you and I never will. You’re perfect and amazing.” You whispered. He hiccuped and buried his face further into your chest.

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound being his quiet sniffles. He eventually pulled his head up and kissed you on the cheek. “Are you still mad at me?” he asked, thumbing the tear streaks on your face.

“Of course not! I’m not that mean.” You teased, voice shaky. “Let’s get you to bed, okay?” He nodded and allowed you to take off his shirt, replacing it with a fresh one.

You tucked him into bed, curling around him and combing through his hair with your fingers. “I love you.” You said, face pressed into his back.

“Love you too.” He murmured. He slipped into sleep as you whispered reassurances, petting his hair.

Returning to ‘normal’ was a slow but necessary process that took effort from both parties. Arguments aren’t something easily resolved by a bit of sweet-talking, but rather a process that both strains and strengthens your relationship. Through this experience, you both learned a lot about each other and your specific needs.

You realize that love isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, but understanding and meaningful conversation will repair most wounds.

Love with Bokuto was most certainly something you wanted to keep.

As a Bokuto kinnie that relates to the feelings of being too annoying or clingy, this hurt to write :,)

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[samwrights]

Between the Lines, pt II

Here is part two to @anianimol ‘s Ukai Breeding Kink request—literally 70% of this particular portion is smut. Please proceed with caution if you are uncomfortable with the following:

Warnings: language, nicotine and alcohol consumption, implied emotionally abusive relationship, breeding/impreg kink, dirty talk, rough sex, risky sex, road head, slight dub-con, praise, multiple smut scenes, 3rd person POV reader-insert—because the word ‘you’ just didn’t seem to fit.

“Trust me, this car ride is torture enough.”

“I could make it worse.” Ukai Keishin did not like the sound of that in the slightest. He was already going well over the speed limit on the freeway and praying to the gods above that he wouldn’t get pulled over and—

The widespread panic that was bleeding into his veins stopped entirely when he feels the button to his jeans being freed.

“Are you insane?!” The blonde snarls, though he cannot deny the fact that his lust is now at full speed ahead with a brick on the gas pedal. [name] says nothing in response—only teases him further by unzipping his pants and running her fingernails over his boxer-clad half-hard cock while he’s fighting to focus on getting back home. Keishin squeezes the steering wheel with both hands tightly, the skin over his knuckles turning white as she frees his length only to re-capture it in her mouth. The warmth welcomes him entirely, sweetly, and it’s sending his mind into a lust-laden frenzy.

As soon as the two of them exit the freeway, they’re stopped at a light. Ukai takes the opportunity to adjust his jeans to give [name] more room to work because there was absolutely no fighting this now. Not with the way her hand is wrapped around the base of cock just to hold it upright while she swallows the entirety of his length and girth. At this point, she’s literally praising it, worshipping even, with her attentive tongue; lapping at every centimeter of skin, laving at the prominent veins, suckling on the tip to coerce his pre-cum.

“Ah, fuck,” Ukai hisses when his tip hits the back of her throat. They were almost back to his apartment above the Sakanoshita store—he could hold on for just five more minutes. He hoped. Though it was proving difficult with pleased gargles rumbling in her throat as she repeatedly swallowed every goddamn inch of his dick. Keishin can’t help but breathe heavy, trying to make sure he’s keeping oxygen going to his brain because fuck he can’t think straight right now. Not with the way this angelic creature had been taking him whole. It’s taking everything in him to not thrust his hips to meet with her lips, because he knows once he starts, he’s going to accidentally end up slamming on the gas pedal. Literally. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

“Good thing I’m thirsty,” [name] responds, hardly missing a beat as she pulls away briefly to supply her sassy remark. Immediately returning to the task at hand, she relaxes her throat walls to relentlessly swallow every single inch until her face is pressing into his stomach and she chokes down his seed. For some reason, it doesn’t surprise him in the slightest when she greedily swallows every drop while simultaneously coercing the rest from his tip. It does funny things to Keishin, seeing this beautiful ray of sunlight so hungry, so desperate for him, and it turns on all the switches to his filthiest desires.

“Open your mouth princess,” he croons, affectionately rubbing at her messy locks, “I wanna make sure you swallowed all of it.” [name] sticks out her puffy tongue, saying ‘ahh’ for emphasis, while he looks down for a hasty inspection. “Good girl,” he offers almost endearingly when she passes.

The second he pulls in to his drive way, Ukai threads his calloused fingers into her locks and pulls her lips desperately to his to taste the mix of them on her tongue. Despite the unsavory act, he gives her an enthusiastic kiss with one hand cupping her cheek and constant back and forth spit swapping because, damn it all, she made him feel things he thought long died. Desperation, depravity, desire—all of those feelings were reignited in Ukai and it was all her fault. But he doesn’t care that there’s more than sexual tension in their motions—he wants it that way. Their kiss rather sweet, loving even, as if to tell her this was more than lust and that he hoped [name] felt that too.

Or as if to act as a premature apology for the things he was going to do to her.

The week of unintentional teasing certainly served its purpose, [name] mused somewhere between the lines. It had worked out better than she’d ever dreamed of, and those were often recurring wet dreams, no less.

She had always pictured Keishin to be a rough lover but she’d never expected him to be as filthy as this. The bare man behind her had her face pressing into a pillow as he rammed into her sensitive hole, unabashedly howling his own salacious fantasies. There was not a single curse word in any collective lexicon that hadn’t left his mouth tonight and goddammit it was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.

“Oh, fuck yeah, you’re taking me so well kid,” he grits out, giving a particularly hard thrust because he wants to keep hearing her scream every time his dick drags along her walls, “this everything you’ve been dreaming about, kid? Been dreaming about my fucking cock stuffing your pussy?”

The dirty talk sends electrical pulses from her ears down [name]’s spine—who knew that words alone could bring her so close to orgasm? But she can’t find words of her own at the moment. The only comprehensible sounds coming to her mind are throaty moans and pants and weak screams as Keishin grabs her by the wrists to force her hips to meet with his. But it’s not enough that he’s all but reaming her, no. He yanks her back even further until her chest is sticking out and her head is thrown back unintentionally to look up at him as he pounds her.

She’s beautiful, he muses internally, even with her eyes nearly shut in depravity and drool running down the corner of her mouth and repeated, mindless babble of approval of the way he was fucking her. She was so goddamn beautiful and he was going to make her his in every sense of the word.

Overwhelmed with the sight, Keishin adjusts his grip so that one of his hands holds her in place while the other cups her jaw and gingerly brings her closer to kiss her.

He loves kissing her, he learned rather quickly.

Even the smallest shift in their position cause Ukai to prod at different spot within her core, forcing [name] to clamp down on his length. “Ooh, right there, baby?” But she can only nod when he makes it a point to make sure he’s hitting that same area over and over. “Yeah? You’re squeezing me so fucking hard, you’re gonna make me cum. You want my cum, princess?”

Good god, [name] could just listen to him talk and she could get off.

She can’t help her clenching core, not with the way Keishin is smacking his hips into hers like a piston or the way his cock starts twitching as he falls over the dam of his own orgasm. “Oh fuck yeah, princess. Take my cum like a good girl, baby, fuck.” His words stifle and give way to his labored breathing until he physically can’t even let out a sound—a telltale sign that he should probably slow down before he passes out.

[name] collapses chest down onto the bed as soon as Ukai lets go of her wrists; her back rising and falling as she attempts to catch her own breath. Ukai is doing much of the same, though he’s sitting on his haunches while staring out the window as the morning sun filters in. What time was it anyway?

As soon as he feels like his legs aren’t numb anymore, he hovers over the side of the bed in search of his cell phone before moving to rest his back against his headboard—it was only seven right now, meaning the store wouldn’t open for another two hours. Momentarily Ukai is grateful it’s as early as it is because that means his mother wasn’t downstairs listening to him essentially impregnate someone. But even more so, he’s grateful to see the way the rising sun reflects the sheen of sweat on [name]’s back. It made her glow even more than the glitter she wore on her cheeks when she was out for the night or disco lights shining off her pearly whites.

She’s so fucking beautiful, he thinks again, and he doesn’t realize he’s staring at her until he deciphers the [eye color]ed orbs staring back at him. A part of her wants to say something, probably the reason she was opening and closing her mouth, but words just don’t come out. What would she even say if she had a voice right now? She can’t say she loves him because that’s just weird and too clingy, nor can she say thank you because that’s even weirder—

“C’mere.” Ukai murmurs softly, patting at his bare chest. [name] quirks a brow, which prompts the former to give a roll of his honey brown eyes, before reaching for one of her wrists and hoisting her up to rest on him. When her head nestles along his collar bone, he wraps one arm tightly around her waist and presses a chaste kiss into her sweaty hair. It’s a delicate, wholesome moment that Ukai thought he’d never get the chance to share with anyone for awhile, let alone with a club patron or an ex of one of his club members.

It’s a tender, loving moment in which he takes advantage of the opportunity to ask the questions that had been gnawing at him for the last several days.

“Cardboard Swords,” he says as gently and as firmly as he’s holding her.

“Huh?”

“I wanted to ask you earlier, but it kinda didn’t seem appropriate at the time.” It’s not a full question by any means, but she understands the syntax well enough.

“And you think after emptying a second load in me is more appropriate?” She jokes, causing the man that’s holding her to groan because he knows. He doesn’t fall for bullshit and he knows that question was just [name] deflecting. “Fine, fine. Um, Flannel was mine and Suga’s break up song. I figured you could tell that much.” She concedes temporarily, shifting uncomfortably in his arms. Why does he even want to know this, she wonders. But she remembers clear as day him asking what Sugawara did to make her be the dull person she was back in high school, versus the firecracker on the Fourth of July that she was now. She figured she at least owed him some form of reprieve considering he satiated her high school and current fantasies.

Well, one of them anyway.

And while she remained quiet, Keishin’s analytical mind is hard at work recounting the memory of her lips moving along to every line. The thing that the DJ loves the most about music is that he can tell when a beat or a line hits close to home by how loud their expression is. His mind starts piecing things together based off of context and evidence and [name] can tell by the way his breathing begins to quicken that he just might be onto something.

“It’s fine. We went our separate ways after graduating. He did his thing, I did my thing.” She says to quell his steadily rising anxiety. Though she was unsure why it was beginning to crest, considering he hadn’t vocalized his personal deductions. Part of her wondered if he got it right, part of her doesn’t even care because Sugawara doesn’t matter to her anymore.

“And your thing is hanging out at a dingy club every night?”

“Hey, don’t call my aunt’s club dingy.”

“Your what?! Family friend, my ass!” This girl was going to be the death of him, he decides. Because now it made so much more sense of how she vaguely knew of his schedule (not that it was necessarily damning evidence), or why she was there in the first place and as often, or why she knew where Bevelle lived off the back of her hand. But shit, that just means he slept with his boss’s niece who is eight years his junior and—

“Dude, relax,” [name] stresses the command, pinching the nipple closest to her to pull Ukai from his reverie. “How do you think you got the job in the first place, coach? Though, aunt ‘Velle only showed me your application—she made the initial decision to offer you the job. I didn’t realize it was you that took the name Spira.” His mind is piecing more things together and he’s starting to learn to hate that his mind does that.

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Hey, I didn’t know you were gonna fuck me—“ Ukai lets out a noise, a hybrid noise between annoyance and embarrassment before rolling over to trap [name] between his bed and himself. He doesn’t want to talk about this anymore, doesn’t want to think about it because the more he does, the deeper hole he digs for himself.

“I’d do it again, too. If you’ll let me.” Regardless of the strange sense of shame and irritation he felt, Keishin’s voice came out rather soft. Probably because he knew were it not for [name]’s meddling and the string of circumstances, she wouldn’t be here with him right now. In a weird sense, he’s grateful—grateful for the way she answers with her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him flush against her, bringing his lips to hers once again.

“Will you, though?” She asks after they break for a breather. [name] can’t help the question from leaving her lungs as much as she doesn’t want to think about what comes after this. And Keishin understands the query that’s hidden in between the lines and he’s unsure if he’s ready to verbalize his answer. So rather than putting it into words, his lips cover hers once again.

It’s much sweeter than the others—it’s gingerly and warm, softer than powdered sugar, and for a moment the two of them are enveloped in their moment together. But it’s not enough for Ukai, not in the slightest. Not with the way he’s overwhelmed with the need to chase this profound sense of urgency to stake his claim.

It’s not enough even with his mouth meandering further down her jaw and her neck, leaving little bites and bruises in his wake. It’s not enough in the way his tongue parts her labia and massages the inner walls of her core or suckles down her clit until she’s screaming once again. It’s not enough even when he slides his dick in one more time and is welcomed with the warmth of home.

Ukai is torn with the dichotomy of wanting to be rough with [name], wanting to smack his hips and drive his cock far enough in her that she has bruises around her opening and on her uterus, and absolutely letting every truth fly off his tongue. But his body decides for him in the way he lurches over her bucking body, one hand cradling her jaw with his thumb brushing over her bruised lips.

“Keishin...” [name] calls out in a strangled song, “h-harder, please!”

Her cries break his final thread of sanity.

“Yeah, you want more princess?” He grits out. His free hand traces patterns down her stomach before honing in on her clit, frantically circling at the bundle of nerves and driving his length in her cunt to match. [name] gave an innate squeeze at the sudden added stimulation, ready for her orgasm to wash over her once again. “You’re squeezing me so fucking good, baby. You want my cum?”

“P-please, cum inside me.” The subtle pleas shred every fiber of his control. Keishin releases his grip on both her clit and her jaw, hands scooping under her hips to angle her upward to find her pressure point once again. Leave it to this guy to be able to find it with ease after only one trial run. “Oh fuck, Keishin!”

“Fuck yes, baby, you want my cum? Want me to fill you up again? You’re just begging me to fuck a baby into you, aren’t you?” [name] clenched with a death grip, her subconscious going into overload. She’d never admit out loud that she’d fantasized about marrying the DJ and having a family with him maybe once or twice. Or every other week. She’d take that secret to the grave.

And while Keishin didn’t necessarily mean for his words to come out the way they did, he found himself unbothered by it all. Because he wants to know more, wants to have more than this one night with [name]. It only made it a thousand times better knowing she was getting off to his private kink, swallowing his cock whole to coax his seed to spill. “Aw, fuck yeah, gonna breed you like my own little whore,” he grits out, hips stuttering as his dick twitches, spurting his cum within her walls once again.

“Fuck a baby into me, huh?” [name] laughs after Keishin collapses on top of her, panting heavily to catch his breath.

“Sorry, was that too much?” She only laughs once more in response.

“Nah, that was perfect.”

Perfect was the only way to describe the way Keishin felt about [name], even a year later after their first night together. Sex aside, because that was perfection in its own right, the relationship that had bloomed between the two of them was everything the coach had been waiting for. The envy he had once felt for his fellow DJs for seizing the opportunity to sleep with other club patrons had subsided entirely considering Ukai had gotten the creme de la creme.

[name] now owned the club.

Bevelle, her aunt and the woman that initially hired Keishin a few years back, had been prepping and grooming [name] since she graduated high school to take over her business so that Bevelle could move on to new ventures. The night she started learning the ins and outs of running the club was the very same night Ukai had come in as a guest with the neighborhood association.

Apparently offering him a job was supposed to be a joke, but Bevelle knew something was strange with the way her niece was hyper-fixated on the blonde volleyball coach. Nobody knew things were going to turn out as well as they did.

Ukai finally stopped tending to the farm after five years of dedication and, instead, began helping [name] at the club on nights he wasn’t Spira. It was a weird sense of pride that surged within his center to know that the two of them both had their own businesses and both were relatively successful—it made Ukai feel powerful.

Like it wasn’t entirely wrong that the two of them were together despite the eight year gap.

And, in their world, it wasn’t. [name], while she rarely showed it, suffered a lot of heartbreak during and after her relationship with Sugawara Koushi—one that left her with a lot of metaphorical scars that mentally aged her by at least five years. It took years for her to heal, to feel content in her solidarity, and that aged her even more. In a sense, however, these also drove her ambition to be successful, her true, fun-loving self, and to share the love she wished she had received back then.

It took a few months for Keishin to unearth just how badly Suga had hurt her. After hearing how manipulative he was of her and everyone around her, it was no wonder she made it a point to love loudly and overtly—something Ukai seemed to thrive off of. While their relationship may have appeared strange to those on the outside looking in, it was nobody’s business but theirs.

It was even more peculiar from an outsider perspective considering the couple had just welcomed their son barely three months ago. “You literally fucked a baby into me!” [name] had been a cross between flustered, angry, and overjoyed when she found out of her pregnancy. Keishin’s mind was a mile a minute when she told him, but he couldn’t deny the sense of pride and lust and desire he felt.

If anything, it only made those feelings worse—like he wanted to do it again and again because goddamn it, it meant that [name] was entirely his, carrying their baby and all. But she knew her partner well enough to know when Keishin got that dangerous, nearly predatory, glint in his honey brown eyes, he was aiming for kid number two. “Thank god I’m on birth control.” She often mutters between catching her breath whenever the mood struck the volleyball coach.

“So you don’t mind if I keep trying then, right?”

“Keishin, no—“

“Oh, so you don’t mind?”

“Keishin!”

Thank you all for bearing through this lengthy monstrosity! Again, I had a whole bunch of fun writing it.

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[mcfreakin-bxtch]

Happy Valentine’s Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: NSFW! (Oral f receiving, dry humping, unprotected sex, wrap it up guys)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I already posted a little Valentine’s Day fluff for The Mandalorian but I couldn’t help but give a smutty one for my man Bucky Barnes (especially after that instagram video). It is unedited so I apologize for any mistakes! Requests, prompts, and tag list are open!

Masterlist

It had been two months since Bucky had been home. Sent away with Sam on a mission, Y/N counted off the days where she would be able to hold him again. Bucky promised her it would only be a month a most if everything went according to plan. The phone call that confirmed otherwise upsetted her, but she understood that this was his job, and it’s not like he wanted to be gone either.

But tomorrow was Valentine’s Day, and Y/N had so much planned for the two of them. She even bought the new lingerie set Bucky was eyeing up for a while now. All red and lace and silk, one of his favorites.

“I’m trying baby,” Bucky said.

It was the first phone call in a while, and Y/N immediately relaxed at the sound of his voice. It was a rough day at the office for her, and all’s she wanted was to be in Bucky’s arms.

“I know.” Y/N sighed. “It just sucks.”

Bucky chuckled. “Believe me doll, I know. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“Okay,” Y/N mumbled. “Be safe. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Bucky smiled at the sight before him. He wanted to surprise her. The mission was finally successful and he was on the quinjet to home when he made the phone call. It was only 11-30, but he imagined it was a tough day for Y/N by the way she was curled on their bed, his pillow stuffed beneath her open mouth as she snored softly.

The tv was still on, light dimming in the dark room. Bucky stripped and cleaned himself as quietly as he could before crawling into bed, immediately sighing at the warmth.

Y/N stirred, feeling the bed dip and comforter being lifted up. She had gone to bed wearing only his t-shirt and boxer briefs, which made Bucky grin as he realized.

“It’s just me,” Bucky whispered softly into the back of her neck.

Y/N immediately rolled over, eyes now opened in shock. She quickly broke out in a grin, raising her hand to cup his cheek. The stubble lightly scratched her palm, but she loved the feeling of it.

Bucky placed a palm over hers, scooting closer to her.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

Bucky smiled. “I missed you too.”

Then he smiled, that toothy, cheeky smiled that Y/N adored, and placed a soft but passionate kiss that left her breathless and wanting more.

“Let me show you just how much.” His voice had dropped a few octaves, and it made her stomach clench with arousal.

He gave her another kiss, trailing down her jaw. He gave her jaw and playful bite before sucking on the sweet spot on her neck, causing Y/N to moan lightly and wrap a leg around his hip. Her fingers gripped at the base of his neck, pulling at the soft, short hair.

Bucky gently pushed her onto her back, hands sliding under the shirt, palms splaying over the smooth skin of her stomach. He was already hard, it had been too long since he’d had any type of release. He suspected Y/N had the same problem, hips moving up to meet with his. They both groaned at the covered friction.

“I love it when you wear my clothes, doll.” Bucky groaned.

Y/N grinned, bringing him back down for another kiss, sucking on his lips.

“I know.”

Bucky pulled the shirt over her head, palming her breast with one hand, mouth enveloping her nipple. Y/N moaned and thrusted harder against him; he could feel how wet she was already.

When her moans turned to whines and their hips rutted faster against each other, Bucky let go of her nipple with a pop and trailed down her stomach. Every little kiss resulted in small nips, no doubt leaving marks for her to wear proudly.

Y/N sighed when he pulled down the boxers. Bucky groaned at the sight of her wet pussy, breath blowing against her heat. Her hips stuttered against her will, waiting for Bucky to make a move.

He chuckled at her eagerness. “I got you babygirl. I got you.”

He licked a broad stripe over her slit before she could respond. Y/N let out a guttural moan, and he had to hold down her hips with his metal arm.

His tongue trailed around her clit, clearly teasing her. Y/N whined pathetically as he did, giving him a dirty look but fucking melting at the sight of his eyes on hers as he tongue fucked her.

“Please,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Please what?”

He teased her entrance with his pointer finger, gathering up the mix of his saliva and her juices.

“Please use your fingers. I want your fingers inside me so bad.”

Bucky grinned, pleased. Y/N was rewarded with two thick fingers curled inside her, already rubbing at her g-spot. She cried out, one hand gripping and tugging at his hair and the other the bedsheets.

He finally attached his lips to her clit, sucking and licking. Her thighs were shaking and tightening around his head, a clear sign of her impending orgasm.

“Oh!” She gasped as he fucked her harder, biting down on the soft skin of her thigh. “Baby I’m coming!”

“Go ahead,” Bucky cooed. “Come around my fingers for me doll.”

It was like she needed his permission to finally break the dam. The coil in her lower stomach snapped as she wailed, nails scratching into his head which earned her a growl. He didn’t let up even after she came down from her high, only stopping when he she begged him sweetly too. He needed to be inside her.

It didn’t take long for him to shred his clothing before pushing his thick girth into her.

“Shit,” Bucky hissed as he bottomed our inch by inch. “You’re just as tight as I remember princess.”

Y/N clashed her lips with his, tasting herself on his tongue. She could never seem to get entirely used to the way his dick stretched her in a painfully delicious way. It left her sore but craving for more the next day. She rolled her hips up, giving him the okay to move.

“Oh Bucky,” she cried. “I missed you. Missed this.”

Bucky wanted to be slow and gentle with her, but all thoughts of that flew out the window as soon as he kissed her. They would the next two weeks to themselves to do whatever they wanted; it could wait until later.

Y/N moaned at the bruising pace Bucky set, walls already clenching around him. She could tell by the grunts and the way he was clenching his teeth that he wasn’t going to last long either. She trailed her nails down his back, making Bucky groan into her neck.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” Bucky voiced her thoughts.

“I know,” she whined as he repeatedly hit the soft spot inside her. It seemed as though he never missed.

“I want you to come in me baby,” Y/N rolled her tongue around his ear lobe, giving it a soft bite that made Bucky’s toes curl.

Bucky grabbed onto their headboard, hips postioning impossibility harder and faster into hers.

Y/N’s mouth was open in a silent scream as her velvety walls tightened around him. Bucky cursed as his hips stuttered, placing a calloused thumb to rub roughly against her clit.

“F-fuck,” she stuttered. “Imcomingimcomingimcoming.”

Bucky moaned as he felt her juices spill down his balls, giving a few more hard thrusts before releasing thick ropes of cum deep inside her.

He collapsed on top of her, careful not to hurt her with his arm and weight. She held on to him tightly, rubbing his back and kissing the top of his head. Bucky looked at the clock on the nightstand, smiling softly at it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N.”

Y/N grinned, pulling him up for a soft kiss. “Happy Valentine’s baby. Oh and by the way, I got that lingerie set you wanted.”

Bucky’s eyes perked up, and she giggled at the excitement in them.

“Good thing I got home just in time then, huh?”

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[talesofphantombandits]

Zero to Six ~ Chapter Nine.

I feel like I’ve been writing this chapter all day and yet it still seems like the shortest thing ever ffs. Ahoy, am here.

Honestly still not feeling great and super surprised I even wrote this today so, Enjoy.

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A shot rang out.

I knew it was coming, yet I still flinched.

The man who had been punching Four repeatedly, fell to the ground like a bag of bricks. Meanwhile Four had managed to haul himself up and perched on the orange platform.

I sank to the floor in relief. “Seven, you are a saint.” I whispered to the man who now stood beside me.

He reached out his hand for me to grab onto. Pulling me up we both sighed.

“Get in the car.” I just stared at One my anger about to boil over. “Zero, please. Get back in the car!”

Was he honestly mad at me right now? I’d never wanted to punch someone so much in my entire life.

I knew though as bad as I wanted to hug Four when he finally joined us, too much had happened tonight and we had to get out of here as fast as we could. So I stormed towards the Mini where Five stood holding the door. She gave me a quick side hug and kissed my forehead.

I ducked inside, sitting on the far right side.

I held the head rest a bit too tight with one hand, the pain of my nails digging into the fabric distracted me from the previous events.

About Three minutes passed before everyone else started to pile back in. Three lifted me up slightly so I was sitting on his lap.  Seven occupied the middle, Four and Five were to his left. 

I couldn’t look, I wanted to glance at Four to see what condition he was in but I knew if I did and saw him so broken I would burst into tears.

I felt him burning holes into the side of my head but all I could do was stare out of the from windshield, trying hard to control my breathing.

Once we arrived back at the hotel I made a fast exit, One reached out to speak to me but I just forcefully pushed him aside.

“HEY! Zero you get back here right now.” He shouted after me.

I swung around angrily. “Why should I? Give me one good reason. Why I should talk to someone who’s going to stand there and watch someone we all care deeply about die! and don’t stand there and give me a bullshit lecture about ‘it’s what you signed up for, you knew the rules’.” I mocked One. 

Everyone just stood there shocked at my outburst.

“Zero, keep your dam voice down.” One snapped back.

I felt a shooting pain in my side that travelled all the way up my side to my neck, my knees buckled as I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head. then the blackness took over.

I woke up to the sound of running water, when I finally got my bearings I realised that it was the shower.

Wait who the hell is in my room and using my shower?!  I swear if its One am kicking his butt out of here clothed or not.

I turned on my side deciding not to care and get a bit more sleep. When I noticed the skateboard resting against the wall.

I shut my eyes again, only to tear them back open. A skate board?! this is Fours room.

“Ah you’re awake.” I turned around so fast the shooting pain in my side came back.

I laid down on my back, the back of my head hitting the pillow hard. A grunt of pain leaving my lips.

“Hey, hey careful. Not too fast.” Four shot forward, helping me settle more comfortably.

“What happened? I don’t remember anything after I shouted at One.” I kept my eyes closed trying to focus on making the intense pain go away.

“You collapsed. You also lied to me.” My eyes shot open.

A mistake, a very big mistake. There sat Four on the other side of the bed with only a towel around his waist. 

When I finally realised that I was gaping at him I just clicked my tongue, darting my eyes away.

“What did I lie about?” I asked surprised. 

“When I saw the blood you said it was just a scratch.” 

I looked at him now. “It is just a scratch.” I said confused.

“It was a stab wound Zero, You also lost a lot of blood. Hence why you collapsed.” He looked at me concerned.

“That would explain the intense pain then.” I was not going to cry in front of him so I bit back the tears.

“I assume Five fixed me up?” I smiled as best as I could at him.

“She did indeed, she fixed me up too.” He beamed.

It was weird seeing him smile after he endured so much.

“Are you okay?” I asked seriously.

“Am fine, seriously Zero don’t worry about it.” He touched my hand then began to get up.

Just before he was out of reach I grabbed his hand lightly. “Seriously, if you ever want to talk it out. Don’t be afraid to come to me. 

He just looked at me with the softest expression and peered down to where our hands connected in mid air. 

“Ah and Four would you put a shirt on its-”

“What, Zero am I distracting you?” He started to suddenly lean forward with that stupid smirk on his face.

I just scoffed. “No, I was going to say it’s cold. You also just got the shit beaten out of you so getting sick won’t help anyone.” 

He just leaned forward even more, till our faces were inches away. “Don’t lie to yourself Sweetheart. Soon enough you’re going to give into that temptation that you’ve been resisting.”

“And what might this non-existent temptation be.” 

He moved in even closer. “I know you’ve wanted to kiss me, ever since we had our first little encounter at the bar.” 

My eyebrows shot up. “Is that so, how do you know that. Are you some sort of mind reader.”  

“I can tell by the way you are always looking at me sweetheart. You want me bad.” 

Just as I felt his lips touch mine the door swung open with a loud bang. We parted immediately. Four stood and went about getting clothes so he could dress in the bathroom.

One appeared from around the corner. “Get out. I don’t want to speak to you.

“Come on Zero don’t be like this.” He leaned against the wall eyeing Four suspiciously. “Why are you only in a towel?”

“I came out after my shower to check on her while I retrieve my clothes, I didn’t think she’d be awake.” Four said reaching for the bathroom door again.

“Fine, get dressed then get out.” One turned to me. “We need to talk.”

“No we don’t, I don’t want to talk to you. Not yet at least and you can’t just kick Four out of his own room.” I tried to sound as upset as I could so he’d get the message through his thick skull.

“Then when are we suppose to talk?” He said getting angrier. 

“Back at base, when am well enough to throw a decent punch at you.” I snarled. 

“Aren’t you being to dramatic Zero?” He pushed off the wall.

“Just leave please, am too exhausted to fight with you right now.” Just then Four reappeared out of the bathroom.

“I’ll leave now shall I.” He went to walk past One. 

“No need. One was just about to leave. weren’t you One.” I was passed caring at this point.

He was mad. He just made the ‘watching you’ signal to Four and left. But not before he made a scene of banging the door closed after him.

“Asshole.” 

“I’d be careful what you say if I was you.” Four laughed as he placed the wet towel over the heater.

“I don’t care, someone needs to speak up and am glad Seven started it.” I tried to sit up against the headboard as carefully as I could.

Four strolled over to help me, I gave him my sweetest smile. “It was brave of him to stand up for me like that. I don’t know how am ever going to repay him for saving my life.” I patted the bed beside me.

He laid gently on top of the bed, resting against the headboard. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary. He knows you’d do the same in a heartbeat.” I glanced at him to give him a smile to find he was already staring at me. 

“Seriously though, you’ve been through a lot tonight. I know you can handle yourself but-”

“Are you worried about me.” He said smugly leaning down a bit to catch my eye.

“If you must know I am, but if you keep acting like a smug ass bitch I’ll stop sticking up for you.” I tutted.

He just laughed sitting straight again. “You know what’s weird but strangely comfortable.”  

“What’s that?” I questioned. 

“Bickering with you in person, I mean teasing you through coms was always the highlight of my day. but pissing you off in person is just extra fun.” 

I turned to him with fake shock. “Gee thanks! “ We both just laughed together. “Seriously though, the teasing is fun. But I want you to know that you can come to me for anything. I won’t judge.” 

“Thank you.” He whispered softly.

He coughed. “ I know were not supposed to talk about it, but seen as we’ve just had our little heart to heart. Tell me how One found you?”

I just gaped dramatically, smacking my hand against my chest. “That my friend is forbidden information.” 

He was silent for a while. When I turned to look at him, he was giving me the biggest puppy eyes.

I rolled my eyes. “Fine I’ll tell you if you stop pulling that ugly face.” 

Now was his turn to Gasp.

“I use to live in London, both of my parents died in a car crash. My only Aunt and Uncle wanted nothing to do with me so I was put in the system. After a certain age they try set you up to live on your own when really they don’t care. I moved from place to place, did odd jobs for people. I learnt the only way to survive on your own was to trust no one and being sly was you’re best bet.” 

“I’d always found tech fascinating, then I met Tim. He was a hacker, he’s the guy that taught me all I know. He frequented a Cafe I worked at on Saturdays, I’d always serve him his coffee and we’d chat and he’d show me some techniques. One day he met me outside the cafe, said he needed to ask me an important question. He had a big hacking job lined up and couldn’t do it alone. I trained for months he even said I’d become more skilled than him, The day of the job came fast but it was doomed from the start. To save himself he set me up and my location was given away, before I could even register what was happening about 5 men burst into the room and put a bag over my head.”

“I can’t believe he just set you up like that, god if I ever meet him I’ll kill him.”

I just smiled at his protectiveness. “You’ll have to get in line. Anyway when they took the bag off I was in some kind of warehouse.  They wanted information for who I worked for, I obviously told them about Tim but I’d never questioned Tim about who this job was for. I was just happy to have someone to spend time with, to feel needed by someone. So the information that they wanted I didn’t have. But as in any case like this they didn’t believe me, the fifth day I was there I was becoming weaker. Getting beat everyday will do that.” He winced at this point and reached for my hand.

“But then One walked in, I still don’t know why he was there or how he got me out but he did. How ever pissed he makes me, I can never be too angry at him. He saved my life, I owe him a lot.” 

“I agree though he’s a pain in the ass, but am glad you’re safe now.” he brought our hands up to his mouth and kissed my knuckles.

“He also brought me you guys, going from no family and no one to trust. To an amazing group of people I know I can trust my life with. I can’t be too mad at him, well until he tries to kill you.” 

He sighed and I turned to look him in the eye. “That wasn’t fair of him. To just leave you like that. Am sorry.” 

“You shouldn’t be sorry, If it wasn’t for you and Seven I wouldn’t be sat here with you now.” He reached out and brushed away the stray tear that I didn’t know escaped.

“Am sorry you had to go through so much, I’ll make sure to be extra caring and less teasing from now on.” He smiled.

“Eh.” I shrugged. “I like the teasing.” I smirked.

He smirked back.” I see how it is sweetheart.”

“So monkey boy.” He rolled his eyes at my favourite nickname for him. “I’ve spilled the beans, now I want to hear your sob story.”

“Okay.” He turned in my direction a little bit more and started playing with my fingers. “Well I actually used my parkour skills to steal valuables from very rich people.”

I tutted disgracefully.

“Hey Princess, I wasn't the only one breaking the law apparently.” The butterflies went crazy, ‘Princess’ that was a new one. 

I tried to play it off that I wasn't effected by the nickname. 

“We got into this place but I couldn’t find the precious necklace I knew was hid in there. I manged to find it but just as I did the police burst through the door. Most of my gang was either shot or arrested, the few of us who escaped climbed the buildings until we made it to a fallen metal sign. I somehow slipped and was swinging back and forth, My girlfriend at the time who was part of the gang managed to get a hold of the necklace that I was carrying in my mouth.Turns out she was a traitor, she let me fall just to keep the necklace for herself. I fell pretty far and blacked out.” 

My eyes shot up when he said girlfriend. “Seems I also have someone from your past to kill if I ever meet them.”

“You’ll have to get in line sweetheart.” He smirked and I just smiled at him.

“When I woke up One had strapped me to an old hospital bed, and rigged a gun that was pointed at my head. He kept telling me that I was going to die, I was scared but I was so worked up I just told him to kill me. He moved the weight but the whole thing fell apart, I was relived but obviously very pissed.” 

I just nodded and laughed. “I guess we were all a little stupid to follow One blindly.” 

“I guess so, but the team he built is well worth it.” 

We just smiled at each other, a sense of calm settled over both of us.

“I guess we’ve both been through a lot.” He said quietly reaching out to brush my cheek. 

“Today especially, I think we should sleep.” He was so close now, just like before.

I could feel myself falling again.

He closed the gap and just as lips were about to touch he grabbed my head in both hands and kissed my forehead. 

I gasped in shock as he let go and turned out the light.

“YAH! YOU LITTLE TEASE.” I poked his firm chest.

“Shut up and turn around.” 

“WHAT?!” I squealed as he grabbed me by my waist and snuggled into my neck.  

“Ouch! am wounded you know.” 

“Well you should have been a good girl and did as I said in the first place.” He whispered in my ear.

Was he actually being serious right now?  luckily for him loosing so much blood seemed to knock me out straight away, or was it his warm arms that were engulfing me and his warm comforting puffs of breath on my neck?   

Chapter Ten

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Rumor Has It {2}

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler

Warning: Nah.

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

 Note: Woooow, this was not meant for a part two, but by reception and request here it is.

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It was September, in most parts of the US that meant fall was steadily approaching. In California, it meant a possible six-week extension of summer temps. You felt hotter than usual as if it were actually ninety-nine degrees. You could feel your heart racing as if you’d run a marathon; you could also feel tingles in your belly. Those tingles intensified and traveled through your body. Only Chris could give you those tingles.

   Slowly, you opened your eyes to the blinding Southern California sun beaming in through the window. Squinting you used your hand to shield your eyes. Gasping you arched your back off the bed and felt the telltale sign of your impending orgasm. Your toes curled, and you looked down your body to the bulge underneath the covers. Slowly you lifted the material and stared into the incredible blue eyes of your husband he smiled taking his lips from your core. “Good morning, Kitten.” It was the nickname for you he only used during sinful moments like these. You couldn’t stop your moans. You clamped your thighs closed entrapping his head between them. He wasn’t having it, he pried them open and pressed them to the mattress and went for his no-mercy approach. You were so close—so damn close. Squeezing your eyes shut you chased the promise of release, every few seconds you thought you were there.

   From a distance, you heard loud ringing that wouldn’t stop. It was becoming so distracting that your release got further and further. Finally, the ringing took over everything. Groaning you thrashed in the bed until finally, you jumped up. You looked frantically around the bright room to find you were alone. You looked underneath the covers, but he wasn’t there. Feeling completely frustrated you dropped back into the bed. The only thing that was real was the ringing. You looked ahead across the room to the TV and saw an incoming call. When you looked over to the clock on the bedside table it read two o'clock.

You hated the damn video call high tech equipment that Chris had installed. Looking around the bed for the keyboard to answer the damn thing you quickly got annoyed because it was nowhere in sight. You screamed out in the room and kicked off all the blankets. When you leaned to the edge you saw it on the floor. Once you grasped it you tapped the answer key before you slammed your back to the headboard. When you looked up there was the devil himself. He looked great, perfectly groomed hair and beard, a white polo shirt with one of the buttons at the top unbuttoned and from what you could see dark plaid trousers. Even now, angry with him he got the butterflies in your gut started and your lady bits clenching.

   “Uriah, what the hell I’ve been calling you for almost twelve hours!”

  Those were his first words. Not “Hi honey, I miss you,” or “Let me explain.” You got angry all over again.

   “Excuse me?! Fuck you, Chris. What the hell is right.”

   Chris closed his eyes and sighed as he pinched his nose bridge.

   “No, we are not flying past this first issue which is you not picking up your phone or calling me. You know our rule,” Chris chastised.

   “Don’t throw the rule in my face. I did call you.” He slid to the edge of his seat then and rested his elbows on his knees. You could see the space between his legs where you knew his manhood was and the bulge there made you lick your lips. Rolling your eyes, you hit your head back onto the headboard. Even angry at him, you still wanted him.

   “And left me some crack shit message. I call you back, and you don’t answer. That has been the case for twelve hours Uriah. I didn’t know if you were hurt, or worse. I couldn’t reach you. I’ve asked you to stop doing that.” He only used your full name when he was pissed. You didn’t care if he was pissed. You were pissed!

  “Don’t try to change the subject here, Chris. What the fuck! What is that video?”

   Again, Chris sighed out as if he were deeply annoyed. You almost flew off the handle, lurching forward like he was right before you, you tilted your head to the side. “What Chris? What the fuck are you annoyed with? I know it ain’t me. I’m the only one who should be annoyed right now. Are you fucking kidding me, Evans!”

   He sat there not speaking, just looking at you with his mouth rested on his fist. He always did this when he was waiting for you to finish. It wasn’t a respectful thing like he wanted to be sure you were done speaking before he spoke. No, it was a thing he did when he felt you were going irate for nothing and he was waiting for you to realize it. It always made you angrier, and he knew it. Then you saw his eyes were looking below your eyes. Glancing down you realized you had nothing on, but the flat sheet carelessly tossed across your lap.

   “Helllllooo! Focus,” you shouted while clapping out each syllable before you drew the sheet to cover yourself. He didn’t get to see the goodies; he didn’t deserve it.

   “Just like it’s not okay for me to disrespect you, it’s not cool for you to do it either.”

   “Yet you still disrespect me.”

   “How Uriah? What did I do?”

   “Everybody and their mama saw that video Chris. What did you do?”

   He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off instead, “You’re a married man Chris. Mar-ried!” Again, you stretched each syllable of the word.

   “I think I know that Uriah.” You could hear his rising annoyance. He was usually good at keeping his temper when you argued, but four times out of ten he got just as hot as you especially when you pressed his buttons. Being married you knew all the buttons to press.

   “Do you really? Your actions don’t say it. Why is this woman touching your chest and face Chris? Why? Is there something you need to share with the rest of the class? For the life of me, I don’t know why this woman is touching my husband so intimately!”

   “It was nothing.” Rolling your eyes at the classic response, you leaned your head back on the headboard. You wanted to throw the keyboard into the screen hoping somehow it could teleport through and hit him right in his face.

   “God, I’m tired of saying this every time you see some clearly underhanded video or picture of me with a coworker. It’s nothing; it’s never been anything!”

   He knew you hated him shouting at you. Nothing riled you up more than a man shouting at you. You didn’t know if it brought you back to when you were younger in previous relationships, or maybe you just hated to feel talked down to. “Don’t fucking shout at me!”

   He leaned back and looked up into the ceiling of his room, another sign he was close to flipping out. “If this were me, would you be cool?” He didn’t respond, so you continued. “If there was some video of my costar or modeling partner touching my chest and face, would you be cool?” You saw the tight clench of his jaw and the flare of his nose. You knew the answer already, but you needed him to switch perspectives. He rubbed his face and brought his elbows back to his knees and stared at you.

   “That’s different, and you know it. You have breasts; if a man is touching your chest he is touching your breasts.” You rolled your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. You’d had a headache since seeing that video, and it was getting worse. You felt the prickle of unshed tears but refused to let them fall.

“You stood there and let her touch you. Where are the lines, Chris? Where are the boundaries? When I did the press tour for Blue Earth you told me you didn’t like Gerald’s hand placement on my mid-back, a mid-back. What did I say? I said okay, consider it done. The next photo op it was solved, it’s remained solved. We’ve had this conversation three times now Chris. Nothing has changed. If you’re not setting these boundaries for these women, there is none. You are fair game. If you’re not setting the boundaries then our marriage is shit.” You didn’t look at him while you spoke. You looked at your toes; you knew if you looked up and into those ocean blue eyes you’d crumble and cry. The silence stretched longer, and your anxiety rose.

   “You said you trusted me.”

   They weren’t the words you wanted to hear, and since they weren’t the dam broke, and you felt the hot stream of tears roll down your cheeks. You did your best to keep your face as low as possible. “Should I Chris?” Your voice betrayed you; the pain was evident. You hated it. You heard Chris release a rush of breath.

   “I don’t know Uriah, should you?” Your heart sank. Glancing up to the screen, he sat there silent and still with his hands rested under his chin looking into the camera. His expression softened. Just then there was a knock at the door on his end, then a woman’s voice. “All right Chris we’re ready to move. We have thirty minutes to get there. Ready?” He looked to you on the screen, and you scoffed before you wiped your cheeks.

  “Why did you ask me to marry you and then do it if you still wanted to live like a bachelor? Why do this whole song and dance? You know what? I’m so glad I decided to hold off on kids. You do whatever you want Evans, I’ll be sure to do the same.” You ended the call, and the video feed then threw the keyboard as it shattered you sunk your head to your lap and cried.

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[headoverhiddles]

Mephistopheles of Los Angeles - Marilyn Manson x Reader [Smut] (Part II)

Synopsis: After the kiss, it’s impossible to avoid the press. But behind closed doors, there’s no reason to deny that you two have a connection. AKA Marilyn invites you and Johnny over to his place for a night of fun. 

Notes: Third and final part coming soon! Also, I love comments :) 

PART I

PART III

You sit up by your window, watching the pool glisten. You can't come out and say anything-- he was probably drunk. But, you two did have that magnificent conversation before the drinks came around... there was definitely a connection there.

As if you two shared a mind, just as you're about to pick up the phone to call Johnny, his ID shows up on your screen.

"Hey," you say.

"Morning, sunshine," he says, his voice cracking from an obvious hangover, "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

You groan, sliding the curtains shut and blocking out the sun. He laughs.

"Hey, what if--" Just then, someone else starts to call through. It's an unknown number. You really shouldn't answer, you being who you are... but there's a glimmer of misplaced hope inside you, leftover from last night maybe.

"I'll call you back, kay?" you mumble, and swipe on the call. "Yeah?"

"Hey." It's him, deep, gravelly voice and all.

"Hey." You pull your feet up to your chest. "What's going on?"

"I was hoping-- I got your number from Depp by the way, so I'm not a stalker-- that you guys'd come over to my place, like, tomorrow night. Night before your premiere. We could celebrate properly."

"Sounds great," you smile. "How are you not hungover?"

"I am, I'm just a good faker." He pauses. "It felt good to unwind with you last night. I... appreciate company like yours. I also appreciate that that was the sexiest kiss I've had in like, ten years." That's all he says, then he hangs up. Sober, he's a very somber person... but his drunk side shines through every now and then it seems. Smirking, you stand, and start to think about a shower. Johnny will probably be getting a call next.

-

The next night, the three of you are situated in Marilyn's living room, the thermostat set to cool air and a low soundtrack of David Bowie floating in the background.

"Cherry. Blood red. So we can pretend we're vampires." A pyramid of jello boxes sit on his counter top, three bottles of Absinthe that would be used instead of water.

"We basically are," Johnny comments idly, watching a fly crawl along the counter.

"Or, or we can pretend we're eating flesh," Marilyn continues, shaking one packet out into the bowl, "Absinthe and flesh. Or we can pretend (y/n) is menstruating, and--"

Both you and Johnny groan loud enough to drown out the rock star's ravings, and finally he concedes, adding the absinthe (mostly) silently. Ultimately however, Johnny is unable to restrain himself from pitching in. "Who would want to eat a woman out on her period though?"

"You'd be surprised," you answer that one, swinging your legs over Marilyn's velvet couch.

"I wouldn't mind it," Marilyn offered, licking the cherry goop off his tattooed fingers, "If I was like, an actual vampire."

This sets Johnny off again, and as he's laughing, you saunter up to Marilyn, wrapping your arms around him from behind.

"And what if you weren't a vampire?"

"You mean if I didn't need to stick my tongue in a reservoir of ovum littered blood?"

"Yes."

"Well, I know girls get aroused on their period, because their hormones are raging. So if my girl was horny as fuck for me on her period and wanted me to eat her pussy, I mean, I wouldn't say no."

You pat his cheek. "A true gentleman."

"I've always wondered this-- when you fuck a girl on her period and she cums, is it like a dam of blood breaking?"

"What, like the parting of the red sea?" Johnny frowns. Marilyn considers this.

"More like... Titanic, but... the Titanic is your dick."

"Completely false," you say, and both guys look over to you, legitimately interested. "It's the opposite. At least for me. The blood stops for a bit, then... comes back with a vengeance once all your wetness has returned from whence it came."

"Very interesting, love," Johnny says, getting up and pouring himself another drink.

"I love being educated in the vaginal arts," Marilyn says, making obscene slurping noises as he licks the rest of his fingers clean.

As the night wears on the three of you (plus Lily) put down bottle after bottle, smoke a couple of joints, and finish the red coagulated creation. Once two AM hits, the conversation deepens, and the guitar breaks out.

"It's gonna be hell for you answering questions about those pictures this weekend, (y/n)," Johnny says, strumming the acoustic instrument.

"I know. The questions I get are so dumb, I've already had a billion asking about you and me and if we're dating. Just because two people play love interests--"

"And have fabulous onscreen chemistry," Johnny adds.

"Yes, doesn't mean we should get... shipped!" Angrily, you exhale a cloud of smoke, the joint hanging lazily between your fingers.

"It's because the media's bullshit consists of asking why male artists do what they do, and asking female artists why they fuck who they fuck," Marilyn mutters candidly, stealing the joint.

"Load of crap," Johnny nods, playing a riff of The Beautiful People.

"I like you... though," Marilyn mumbles, glancing your way.

"I like you too," you blink.

"I would've fucked you y'know... if the paparazzi weren't such cockblocking motherfuckers..."

"I know. When it comes to the press though, we've gotta make it look like an accident if they did get pictures."

"Which they did," Johnny nodded, "I already saw one this morning titled "Chateau Marmont's Wild Nightlife: Johnny Depp blazes one while rising co-star and shock-rocker best friend get 'cheeky' in the bushes." Now we've got not only rumours about you and me to deal with but you and this fuck." This makes Marilyn laugh.

"I'm just known as the best friend now? Wow." He touches his wow tattoo, holding it up.

"You're faded, man."

"Faded, faithful, and fuckin' fatal."

"They make me look like a fucking stoner now, so I'm not much better."

"You are a fucking stoner."

"I'm Jack Sparrow, mate."

"You're a fucking stoner."

You just roll your eyes as they bicker. You remember what your agent told you-- if it's not purposefully publicized, it's messy, and messy doesn't sell. Guess that's what it's like in the Hollywood dating pool.

"Nah, but of course we've gotta deny all of it," Marilyn sighs. "It would blow up your career in a not-good way cause they'd say this young, impressionable starlet is dating a satanist, or whatever they call me, and I don't really feel like answering a billion stupid questions about you either at this point, not when I'm trying to promote my record. They're going crazy over this cause you're so popular right now, (y/n). It'll be all over People and the internet and shit."

"Covering personal shit is the worst part of this job," Johnny mutters. "Unless it's a story about smuggling cocaine into the Pirates premiere."

"Wasn't that at Disneyland?" you frown.

Marilyn and Johnny both nod noncommittally.

"Worth it," Johnny says, holding his guitar with one hand and flicking a piece of the blood red Jell-O onto the ceiling with a spoon.

"Clean that up," Marilyn grins.

"Lick it off, mate," Johnny laughs. It suddenly falls, and with a jiggle, lands between your breasts. You yelp as it splatters into your cleavage, and the two men fall to the floor laughing.

"Mmmmhmmhmm," Marilyn smiles, crawling over to you on his hands and knees with tipsy half-lidded eyes, "I think I will lick it off." He straddles you on the armchair, one leg on either side, and puts his face into your tits, his tongue sweeping deep licks between, up, down, ugh...

"Fuck, you're making me horny," you whisper. Johnny giggles, standing and snatching a small bag and heading up to Marilyn's pool patio with his guitar.  

"See you two in the morning."

"Don't drown," you call up.

"I don't want to have to clean up your chlorine bloated corpse in the morning," Marilyn adds.

"I will leave you the sexiest corpse you could possibly imagine, brother," Johnny calls back down, stumbling up the stairs. You and Marilyn turn your attention back to one another.

"Your tits taste good," he comments, eyes flickering lazily back down to them.

"My pussy tastes even better," you grin, taking his hand and sliding it down between your legs. He rubs it against you, and comes up with slick fingers.

"Bedroom."

His bed is covered in black silk sheets, a satin cover blanketed overtop of them. Messy piles of books and records litter the floor, and creepy artefacts you wouldn't want to see with a light on surround everything on bookshelves.

"You have blacklights?" you ask, looking around the dark, mysterious room.

"To admire the cum shots on the ceiling," he clarifies.

"Oh, is that all?"

"--But I don't like to call it cum, I like to call it... making wet in you," he giggles.

"Mmm, make wet in me?"

"I would love to make wet in you."

Before you can say anything else, he grabs you by the hips, shoving you forward onto the bed. You land on your stomach, and he stands behind you as you turn your head.

"Take your panties off," he says in a low, level voice, as if he had sobered up in seconds. You feel your bratty side coming out.

"What if I don't?"

He lifts his chin up, looking like a king. "Get on your hands and knees... arch your back and present your ass for me. It's a really pretty ass, I just wanna look at it. Promise."

You do so, and wait in the darkness. After a second, you feel his tongue dart out, licking a stripe up your panties from behind. Then he smacks your ass hard. "Ohgod," you whisper, and he smiles.

"You look so good like this." You flip over, and crawl up to the headboard, hanging on. "Why don't you spread your legs for daddy?"

"Why don't you spread them for me, daddy? I'm a little bit tired."

"Lazy little bitch," he mumbles, sliding his hand between your legs. It rests on your knee, then you feel the pressure of him parting your thighs. He rolls over on top of you, and for a moment, you think he's going to instigate a kiss. You part your lips, waiting for him. Instead, he slides down like a snake between those parted thighs and hooks his fingers into your panties.

"Just lick around them," you smirk, biting your lip.

"Uh, uh. I want to enjoy my meal," he drawls, and pulls them off down to your ankle.

"Eat my pussy good, baby."

"Oh, I plan to."

"Gonna fuck me after that?"

"You know I am, kitten."

He delves between your folds again, making low noises. His hands reach up to grope and grab at whatever they can; your hips, your breasts, your inner thighs. After a moment, you gasp as he slips two fingers into you, then three, fucking you rough with them.

"That's--" You gasp, grinding into his face, "That's so good..."

He hums, the vibration of his lips against your clit driving you wild.

"How fuckin' close are you?" he hisses.

"So fucking close," you whine.

"Cum for me. Make wet... in my face."

"God, you're gonna ruin my ladyboner by saying shit like that!"

A few more masterful circles of his tongue however, and you do cum, gripping the boards for dear life.

"Grab my--" he murmurs, "Grab my hair, love it when it's-- oh, tugged--"

Your hands fly to his hair, and you tug the short black locks as he fucks you with his tongue through your orgasm. Giving you a moment to breathe, he flashes his dark glare up between your legs, eyes shining almost demonically in the dark.

"Fuck me, Brian," you breathe. He crawls up on top of you, holding you by your shoulders as he guides his dick between your legs. When he finally pushes in, he gives a grunt as you moan, wrapping your legs around his ass.

"So fucking good," he groans, and you bite into his shoulder.

"Ohhh yeah, oh yeah," you moan, and he suddenly pulls out.

"Back on your hands and knees, kitten." You obey this time, fucked out but wanting more. He smacks your ass again, and you moan, wiggling back. He spanks you again, and again, and you bite your fist. "Nah, nah," he whispers, "I wanna hear you. Get fuckin' loud, scream it out."

You very nearly scream as he spanks you again, and presses soft kisses up your back, turning into hickies by the top between your shoulder blades.

"Wanna ride you," you breathe. Wordlessly, he lays down, and you roll over top of him, getting into reverse cowgirl position. With another gasp, you sink down over his big cock, and roll your hips.

"That's good," he groans, "Fuckkkk yeah, that's good."

"Daddy, daddy--" you gasp.

"Daddy's gonna make you cum," he whispers, reaching up and around to squeeze your breast. He sits up, so that his chest is pressed to your back, and the angle makes you moan even louder. "I gotchu," he whispers in your ear, "I gotchu, I gotchu, gonna take real good care of you... cause you're takin real good care of me..."

You nearly sob as you reach back and grab his hair, and he sinks his teeth into your shoulder as you had done with him. You feel a bit of blood drip, and cum hard. Marilyn increases his pace as he feels you gush around his cock, pounding you harder than ever. Skin slaps against skin as he fucks you on his lap, and your orgasm keeps burning through you as he mumbles growled-out words of praise.

When you finally come back down to earth, he's pressing kisses to the bite mark, which felt good in the moment, but stings like hell now.

"Guess you're a real fucking vampire, Manson," you giggle. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, laughing.

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[minimin1993]

S/M 39

Warning: FLUFF. SMUT! 18+.

Sebastian was the first one to wake up the next day as he looks down to see Min sleeping peacefully in his arms making him smile before placing a soft kiss on her forehead causing her to stir and looks up at him while rubbing her eyes.

“Morning.” He said lovingly making her smile. 

“Morning.” She said blushing making him lean down giving her a kiss on her lips making her giggle but kisses him back.

“Come on lets go shower.” He said giving her one last kiss before sitting up pulling her with him. She just clings onto him lovingly from behind stopping him from standing up. 

“What?” He asked turning around seeing her stare at him.

“Please say it again.” She whispered hiding behind his shoulder making him chuckle before turning around grabbing her chin to look at him.

“I love you Min.” He said looking into her eyes, making her smile with so much love in her eyes he didn’t know how he never saw it before.

“Since when?” She said playfully. 

“Since you walked out of the bathroom on the day of ‘Captain America The First Avenger’ movie premiere.” He said with no hesitation hearing her gasp. “Yeah I know, I am an idiot not admitting it earlier.” He said giving her a kiss on her lips before she starts to giggle into his lips. 

“What?” He asked.

“We’re both idiots.” She said giggling uncontrollably. “I realize I fell for you that same day.” 

“What?” He asked confused again. 

“Remember the moment you asked me why Jonghyun didn’t come be my date?” She asked seeing him nod. 

“That's when I realize that I had fell for you because everything just feel more right with you, but I thought you only look at me as your friend so I never said anything.” She said before both of them bust out laughing. 

“Yeah we are both idiots, wasted so many years and both gained a couple broken hearts.” He said shaking his head still laughing.

“I love you Sebastian.” She said kissing his shoulder once they calmed down from their laughing fit. 

“Dam I will never get tired of hearing that.” He said before pushing her back down onto the bed getting on top of her claiming her lips one more time. 

“What happen to the shower?” Min asked playfully. 

“Shower can wait, I gotta make love to what's finally officially mines right now.” He said giving loving kisses down her neck before they made love again.       

 Sebastian was sitting in the living room office on his laptop when Min walked in hugging him from behind. 

“What are you doing baby?” She said placing a kiss on his shoulder.

“I just got off the phone with Emily, she said I got the part for Jeff Gillooly. I am looking over the script right now. They hope to film in January before we have to film for Infinity War.” Sebastian said placing a kiss on her arm. 

“I am so happy for you. You got movies lining up back to back, you took so much time off helping me this year. I felt so bad.” She said but Sebastian pulled her onto his lap. 

“Don’t feel bad princess, you needed me and I was honored to help you through that. I don’t regret that one bit.” He said giving her a kiss on her lips until she bust out laughing.

“What are you laughing about?” He asked seeing a mischievous look on her face. 

 “I just remember Jeff Gillooly having a pedo-stash and a funny accent. I just imagine it on you and I can’t. Oh my god you’re going to look so funny.” She said laughing harder. 

“Uh huh, I will be rocking that stash for like a month. And guess what?” He said looking at her with a smirk.

“What?” “That stash will be doing things to you too.” He said tickling her making her squirm on his lap.

“Sebastian… no stop! Please it tickles.” She said trying to push him away 

“That's the point princess.” He said laughing at her. “Damn I miss that laugh so much.” He said looking into her eyes with so much love making her melt. 

“Take me to the playroom Sebastian.” She said staring deep into his eyes. He was reluctant for a bit but he stood up with her around his waist walking to the playroom placing her on the bed. 

“You want to play babygirl?” He asked standing staring down at her. 

“Yes sir.” She answered

“Get ready for me then babygirl. I am going to get our toys ready.” He said stripping away his shirt walking over to the drawers grabbing leather cuffs, blindfold, and feather whip. He left the room to grab a cup of ice, the moment he turned around he groaned seeing Min in white lace panties all sprawled out in bed waiting for him with her hands above her head. 

“Babygirl you’re such a good girl for me.” He said walking over cuffing her hands to the headboard. 

“You sure you want to play Princess?” Sebastian said lifting her face up to look at him.

“Yes sir, I miss my master.” She said with a playful look on her face. He bent down placing a soft and loving kiss on the lips before placing the blindfold on her. 

“Who do you belong to babygirl?” He said standing up liftly running the feather whip on the side of her face down to her chest making her gasp. 

“I need a answer babygirl.” He said lightly tapping her nipples. 

“I belong to you sir. Always had. Always will.” She said making him moan from her answer. 

“Good, because I belong to you too.” He said climbing on the bed taking an ice cube into his mouth running it down her neck making her moan. He slowly nips down her chest twirling his freezing tongue around her nipple hearing her gasp. 

“So sensitive for me.” He said placing another cup in his mouth coming back up kissing her giving her the ice, kissing her while the ice melts from their body heat. 

“Sir please.” Min begs hearing him chuckle. “What do you want babygirl?” Sebastian ask kissing down her navel and her hip bones making her arch into his touch.

“I need your mouth please.” 

“Like this?” He teased licking her slit making her moan. “Yes sir.” She said pulling on the restraint as he dives in licking her cunt like it was his last meal.

“God dam, I miss your taste so much.” He said reaching up to grab her breast roughly. 

“Fuck, Sebastian.” She moaned as he palms her breast bucking her hips on his face making him growl.

“That's it baby, ride my face. Cum all over me let me taste you. It's been too long.” Sebastian starts to thrust two fingers right into her waiting cunt.

“Fuck babygirl, are you wet for me? You hear it?” He said hearing the wetness around his fingers licking up all he can from her. 

“Yes sir, it’s all for you” She moaned biting her lips from the pleasure, not long after Sebastian found her g-spot and she came all over his face and finger.

“Mmm, god dam babygirl.” He growled licking his lips, capturing her lips in his as she tastes herself. 

“Please fuck me Sebastian, I been a good girl.” Min begged until he flipped her onto her stomach jolting her hips up so her ass is in the air for him. 

“Fuck yes!” She low key giggled loving when he man handles her. 

“You love it when I man handle you, don’t you babygirl?” He said teasing his hard cock on her slit making her gasp before he slaps her ass hard. 

“Answer me when I ask you a question.” He said hitting it again.

“Yes sir, I love it so much.” She said lifting her head up feeling him teasing her again.

“Want me to fuck you baby girl?” He said nudging his tip at her entrance. 

“Yes please sir. Please give it to…” She moaned when he thrusted in not letting her finish the sentence. 

“Fuck yes! I love how you feel around me.” He said thrusting non stop not letting her adjust to him at all. 

“God dam!” She moaned into the pillow biting it from the pleasure.  

“You love this don’t you? My naughty babygirl.” Sebastian said slapping her asscheeks before grabbing her hair in one hand pulling her neck up. 

“God yes! Just like that Sebastian.” She said lifting her ass up meeting up with his pace making him growl. 

“Thats its baby, fuck yourself on me.” He said holding himself there letting her fuck herself. 

“Just like that baby, shit your pussy is made for me.” He said pulling out unchaining the hand cuffs and removing her blindfold turning her around to face him. 

Once he saw the state of her running eye makeup he growled loving how gone she is. Sebastian lifts her legs up to her chest before thrusting back in setting a bruising pace.

“Fuck yes, ruin me Sebastian.” She said wrapping her arms on his shoulder pulling him down into a heated kiss. 

“Shit, keep squeezing me like that baby and I am going to fucken cum.” He growled attacking her neck with love bites. 

“Cum baby, I am going to cum.” Min whispered into his ears. “Please baby.” 

He lifts his head up to look at her wrapped up in her pleasure moaning, “Look at me babygirl.” 

“Fuck I love you so much.” She said staring into his eyes, lifting her hand up to touch his face making him moan loudly. 

“Shit, I love you too princess.” He said cumming hard feeling her cum all over his cock. They stayed in that position soaking in the bliss catching their breath.

“I will never get tired of you looking like this.” He said kissing her tears from the pleasure he gave her. 

“And I will never get tired of you making me look like this.” She said winking pulling him to her lips. 

#bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian x reader #steve rogers #the first avenger #chris evans #originl character #original character #winter solider x you #winter soldier #infinity war #captain america #marvel

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Hounds of Justice--Ch. 56

Chapter 56

           Roughened fingertips along the inside of my wrists. A grip that bordered on painful. The heat of breath against my neck. The perfect feeling of weight settled atop my body.

           Seth’s lips worked lazily down the side of my throat, teeth nipping gently, tongue flicking against the sting. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in the sensations of just being with him.

           My hips writhed, bucking upward as he hit a delicious spot at the juncture of throat and shoulder. He chuckled and ground his hips forward as his mouth attacked the spot. I struggled a little, halfheartedly trying to get my wrists free of his grasp.

           He stopped, his gaze meeting mine. “Changed your mind?” The words tumbled out in a gravel tone.

           I whimpered, shook my head. “Definitely not,” I panted out.

           A wicked grin spread across his face. He switched the hold on my wrists, keeping them pinned above my head with one large hand. The other disappeared, tugging something from his back pocket. When I saw what he held, I grinned. Black fabric, red embroidered words. He made quick work of tying my wrists together with one of his Burn it Down wrist straps. He secured it to one of the wrought iron slats of the headboard.

           “Good,” he purred in my ear. The tip of his nose brushed along my jaw, making me shiver in delight. His fingers worked their way beneath the hem of my tattered t-shirt. Goosebumps followed the ghost of his touch, the moan in my throat getting more desperate as they drifted lower.

           The fabric bunched up beneath my chin just as his lips settled against my breast. He took his time, teasing with his featherlight kisses everywhere but where I wanted. I writhed as he squeezed and kissed and licked my flesh. My heels dug into the mattress, desperate to get him where I most needed. Yanking on the bonds did no good. Nor did my quiet, whimpered pleading.

           At last, he brushed the tip of his tongue against my nipple. I let out a squeal that made him chuckle darkly. The sound broke some dam within him. His touch became less gentle, more insistent. With his mouth thoroughly occupied, one hand slipped over my stomach and beneath the band of my panties. I nearly screamed at the light brush of his fingertip against my clit.

           He was a magician, a master, expertly playing my body to elicit every sensation and sound that he desired. It was a wicked kind of magic… teetering on the edge of fear and pleasure. This kind of letting go, of choosing to trust him… it was a heady drug.

           Seth groaned as his fingers slipped inside me. First one then two, pumping slowly as he teased me inch by inch toward an orgasm. He kept an agonizingly slow pace as his mouth drifted downward, dropping open-mouthed kisses along my abdomen. Even as he slipped my panties down my legs, his fingers never stopped their ministrations.

           I opened my eyes, caught sight of him kneeling at the end of the bed. His dark eyes were fixed on my core, pupils blown wide with barely controlled lust. I let my gaze trace the dips and planes of his bare chest, the way his hips narrowed and disappeared beneath his belted jeans. Completely exposed, I was surprised to find how safe I felt.

           He leaned forward, set his lips against my clit and sucked gently. His tongue flicked out, circled my sensitive spot in a fury of sensation. My hips bucked as my body clamped tightly on his invading fingers—fingers that never stopped their agonizing pace, drawing out the orgasm that ripped the breath from my lungs.

           For a moment, I thought he would never stop. Part of me wished he wouldn’t. But when he did, I let out a faint sigh of relief. Warmth poured through my entire body, worked its way into my limbs and sinew and bone.

           A split second like infinity spread out around me. Time lost meaning. For one, breathless, wonderful instant, I felt settled in the present in a way that I’d never been before. I felt the smile that ghosted across my lips.

           The bonds around my wrists came loose. Gentle fingers brushed firmly along my hands, wrists, arms. Working feeling in and soreness out. Tender kisses settled on my wrists, the tip of each finger.

           A moment later, Seth gathered me into his arms. The combination of feverish skin and worn denim made me let out an involuntary moan.

           “How do you feel?” he asked, lips pressed against my forehead.

           Quiet. A chance for my thoughts to fill in the space that had taken up by instinct and pleasure.

           “Specify,” I mumbled, settling my palm against his pectoral. Fingertips brushed along his skin, through the fine hair along his chest.

           I felt his smile. “I’m assuming your body feels good, hmm?”

           I nodded against his chest, sighing as his palms stroked down my back. His hold was protective yet tender. The touch of his hands was no longer sexual. It was simply a connection.

           Seth grunted in satisfaction. “How do you feel here?” His large hand cradled the back of my skull.

           Thought. A deep rooting through of the million ideas and sensations and moments that whizzed through my brain at light speed. Breath after breath. The anchoring reminder of the heat of his skin beneath my cheek, my palm.

           “Safe,” I whispered finally. The word was at once perfect and yet not enough.

           Seth’s hold tightened just a little. “Good.”

             “What’s that grin for, dollface?” Dean asked from the doorway.

           It was my first night back on Raw after being “sick” and I was trying desperately to keep myself together. I kept forcing myself to focus on that feeling I’d had with Seth the night before, that complete feeling of center and safe.

           Of course, it helped that as soon as I started putting on my wrist straps, I thought about the more… adventurous moments of the night.

           “I…” Don’t look him in the eye, I thought vehemently. He’ll know exactly what happened. “I’m just glad to be back.”

           He sat on the bench inside my dressing room—door propped wide open of course—and watched me with hawk-like eyes. “Did you… uh… you ever get to talk to somebody?” Worry flitted across his face when I finally chanced a glance. “Renee wanted to know.”

           Dean shrugged in his characteristic way. He was like me, sometimes feelings were a little too much to deal with. And worrying about someone else made you feel a little out of control.

           I sat next to him, bumped into him with my shoulder. “Yeah,” I said softly. “It was fucking weird.”

           For a moment, I could have sworn that his shoulders slumped. I looked at him—really looked at him—for the first time in a while. There were lines around his eyes and a strain in his posture. My heart cracked just a little.

           I tucked an arm around him and kissed the side of his head. “But it helped. Helps. Standing appointment every two weeks.”

           It seemed like a weight dropped from his shoulders. “Good,” he said, as if that one syllable was enough to settle the whole discussion.

           “Hey, c’mon, it’s time to beat the shit outta somebody,” Roman said, poking his head around the door frame. There was a grin on his face and a glint in his eyes. “And we’ve locked Rollins in a broom closet, so no funny stuff.”

           I couldn’t help but double over laughing. My brothers in The Shield always knew just what I needed.

           “Let him out,” I wheezed, picking up the championship and settling it around my waist. “He fancies himself my good luck charm.”

           Both rolled their eyes. Roman disappeared and Dean gave me a light punch to the shoulder.

           “Lunatic Llane, baby,” Dean growled, starting to bounce up and down.

           “Always.”

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— fragile; myg

pairing: gang!yoongi x reader genre/warnings: angst, very brief mention of injuries

#57 from the drabble game: “You could have died! I could have lost you!”

The morning sun peeks through the blinds and you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes as you roll over in the bed you share with your boyfriend, blindly reaching out an arm to pull him closer but instead of feeling Yoongi curled up beside you, you’re met with the cold sheet where he should be.

You frown, thinking back to last night when he’d woken you up whilst he was shifting about in bed, telling you that he’s just getting a glass of water and you should go back to sleep, I’ll be back in a second. 

Moving to sit against the headboard of the bed, you grab your phone on the bedside table and turn off airplane mode, allowing the notifications to come through after shutting the world out last night. Scrolling through the many emails and Facebook notifications you’d acquired overnight, you come across... 5 missed calls from Jimin and in total 24 messages from Hoseok and Taehyung which was a very uncommon occurrence. The most you’d get from them is 2 from Taehyung asking for music recommendations and 1 from Hoseok asking if Yoongi is awake to send him a file for their music projects.

[1:04am] kim taehyung:

____? it’s hyung 😓

he’s in trouble

its an emergency, jimin tried calling u

please answer

[1:32am] jung hoseok:

Yoongi got into some trouble, we’re @ the hospital with him rn... I’ll explain when you get here

Come as soon as you see this, ____. He needs you

You reread the messages again and again because it feels like some sort of dream, the most trouble Yoongi got into whilst you were together was when he broke the speed limit on the way back to your apartment after a long night full of suggestive comments and touches.

You’re out of the door and in your car before your brain can even process it, phone shoved into the pocket of the first jacket you came across and foot coming down hard on the gas as you pull out of the driveway and speed to the hospital, to Yoongi.

The drive to the hospital was fast, but not fast enough and the moments between and leaving the house and being on the motorway are a blur. 

Thoughts and scenarios run through your head at every red light you stop at; did someone try to break into your apartment? Did he go out for some air and get killed? You feel the tears begin to form in your eyes but you wish them away with a shake of your head, speeding down the lane as soon as the light turns amber.

“Yoongi,” is the first thing that leaves your lips when you reach the reception desk of the Hospital, voice dry and shaky as you attempt to collect your thoughts.

“Min Yoongi, my boyfriend, he-”

“Ah, yes.” the receptionist responds, eyes softening with sympathy and voice calm. She gestures to the empty section of seats behind you. “If you take a seat here, someone will take you to him as soon as they can.”

Your head tells you to argue, put up a fight and refuse to just take a seat because your boyfriend could be dead for all you know but you nod, teeth biting at your lower lip as you slump into the seat.

The awful thoughts don’t leave your head and you can’t help but think the worst as you sit and stew in the metal chair, eyes fixed on Yoongi’s sliders you’d slipped on in your haste to get to him. You don’t know how long you had zoned out for but you’re quickly brought back to reality when a hand gently touches your shoulder.

“Miss?” you meet eyes with a man dressed in scrubs, clipboard hugged against his chest.

“I’m Dr. Song. If you’re here to see Mr Min I can take you to him now, if you’d like. I have been looking after him since he arrived and he is now in a stable condition after his surgery.”

You nod, standing up and following the doctor as he walks down the corridor to the left, then the right, then the left again. You bite at your fingernails (a nervous habit that Yoongi had told you to drop months ago, it’s unhygienic he’d say) as the man finally stops walking and pushes a small blue door with the number 24 above it open, ushering you inside before telling you he’ll be back later to check over him.

Thanking him, you walk into the bright room and the sob that leaves your lips is loud enough to catch Yoongi’s attention. He turns his head in your direction, hand weakly reaching out for you and you run to him, the air in the room cold as it hits your body.

“Wha-” you can’t even begin to form words, eyes raking over him and the bruises on his face and arms that you can’t even count on both hands.

“What happened to you? Where are Hoseok and Tae... and Jimin? I cant- I don’t understand...” you’re gripping the side of his bed now, practically sobbing over him and he brings a hand up to cover your own.

He wordlessly moves his hand to push his gown aside and you see what you assume to be a stab wound of some sort, now stitched up neatly and free from any blood.

Your mouth drops, hand gripping the bed tighter as your eyes bore into his abdomen, images flying through your head of how he must’ve looked and felt. “How? Where did you go last night? What did you do?”

Yoongi takes a deep breath, wincing as reaches for the beds remote so he can use it to sit up. You step back and take a seat in the small armchair at his bedside, still biting at your nails as you wait for his answer.

“I can’t tell you here,” he sighs, staring straight ahead of him so he doesn’t have to see the upset in your eyes.

“Yoongi please!” you cry, voice echoing throughout the large room. He closes his eyes, lips pursed as he tilts his head back to rest on the puffy pillow below him.

“I’ll tell you if you promise not to freak out.”

You don’t respond, eyes wide as you wait for him to continue and Yoongi opens an eye to look over at you, reaching a hand out for you to hold which you gladly take.

“It was a gang, ____. Me and some others got into some shit a few years ago, before we’d even met, and they just so happened to be in the city last night. They wanted money that I owed them from years ago but I didn’t have it. I went to make peace but that’s clearly not the alternative they were after.”

“So they stabbed you?! Why didn’t you tell me about this Yoongi, we could’ve got the Police involved- we could’ve stopped this from happening!” You gesture towards his body, brows pulled together in a frown and bottom lip quivering as more tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

“It’s not that easy, you don’t know what they’re like. It’s not as bad as you think.”

“You could have died, Yoongi! I could have lost you! How can you say it’s not as bad as I think?!” The tears fall from your eyes as though a dam just broke and you struggle to catch your breath at the thought of him dying next time. 

Yoongi squeezes your hand tight, feeling himself well up at the sight of you so upset over him, over this. He doesn’t know what to say, can’t find the right words because he knows you’re right. He could have died, he was just lucky that they ran off before they could do more damage to him.

The two of you sit in silence for 5 minutes at the least, your hand still grasped tightly in his and the only sound being both of your breathing and the rhythmic beeping of the machine beside him.

You struggle to collect your thoughts, your boyfriend in trouble with a gang? Your innocent, funny, handsome boyfriend being stabbed by some pathetic group of boys from his past... you never could’ve pictured it happening.

“Why were the boys here with you?” you speak up, squeezing at his hand and he jumps slightly, eyes fluttering open and looking at you.

“I called them before I met the gang so they’d know where I was, they were already aware of them and what they were after so they understood. I told them to go home, they’d been here all night.”

“Ah,” you breathe. You want to be mad at him but you can’t, you don’t understand his situation but you don’t want to push it- not when he’s in such a state.

“The Police will want to talk to you, you know?” 

“I know, babe.” he forces a smile, thumb rubbing comfortably over the back of your hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to have to put you through this.”

You smile back, eyes softening because when Yoongi says he’s sorry, he means it. Standing up from your seat, you make sure you don’t let go of his hand whilst you lean over him to leave a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I’m just glad you’re alive, honestly. Get some sleep, you must be tired.”

Yoongi hums in agreement, eyes closing as he settles into the bed

“I love you,” you bring his hand up to your mouth and kiss his bruised knuckles, taking a deep breath in order to compose yourself before the floodgates open again. He doesn’t respond though, already snoring just as he does when he’s at home in bed with you.

You gently let go of his hand and place it beside him on the bed, walking out of the room and into the corridor. Leaning against the wall, you pull your phone out from your pocket and open up the messenger app.

[10:17am] you:

come to the hospital when you can, i need the full story 

[message sent to multiple contacts: park jiminie, jung hoseok, kim taehyung]

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[andromeda---galaxy]

take care of me

Lukas feels like he’s at the end of his rope.

 Sophomore year started out easy but then came the midterms, then came the projects, then came Philip taking small photography jobs, which led to bigger photography jobs. Which led to some kid in Philip’s class, a kid that Lukas had decided was entirely too attractive, setting up a website for Philip where people could hire him. Philip got a new digital camera to go along with his film one, offering photos in both formats. His rates were good and his photos were great and he’s cute as hell, so of course, everybody jumped on the opportunity to hire him. He’s been getting a shit ton of jobs, which is great, because he’s making money. But it’s also not so great, because he’s hardly ever home. He’s missed the last three date nights, and Lukas is freaking himself out trying to remember the last conversation they had that wasn’t rushed over fast food or that lasted more than ten minutes. Lukas knows Philip loves his jobs, that he always comes home smiling and excited.

 But Lukas misses him.

It doesn’t help that he’s in the middle of a group project in Statistics that’s worth half his grade and the rest of the goddamn group is slacking. He’s been doing research and printing shit out and arranging excel spreadsheets and powerpoints for the better part of a week, and he’s positive it’s all garbage and he’s actually gonna fail a class. He wishes his group members would fucking text him already, would stop cancelling their get together’s, and he wishes Philip was here to make him feel better.

 Izzy jumps up onto the couch and settles down in his lap, knocking his notebook onto the ground. Lukas snorts, shaking his head and petting her.

 “Hey little girl,” Lukas says. Among all the other photos Philip has been taking lately, they’ve accumulated about a hundred new ones of their puppy throughout the last month and a half since they got her. Even a framed one on the wall. “You miss your daddy, huh? Me too.”

 Izzy whines, staring up at him with those blue eyes. Today Philip is going to class, then he’s got a job at Inwood Hill photographing some kid’s birthday party. Lukas sighs, hauling Izzy up onto his chest and kissing her face, receiving a bunch of kisses in return. He feels a tightness in his throat about this project and he hates being in charge of it. Hates knowing it’s all on him, that he’s probably not even two thirds of the way done with it and everything he’s already done is garbage. He just wants to relax, let go, have one night where he’s not in charge of this shit. And he feels selfish and shitty but he wants Philip to himself.

 He takes his phone out of his pocket and composes a text to Philip. I love you and I miss you he says, and doesn’t care that it sounds dramatic. He hits send.

 “Let’s go for a walk, huh?” Lukas says to Izzy. She already knows the word and she hops off the couch, rushing over to the door where her leash is hanging on a hook.

 ~

 “Hey. Hey, babe.”

 Lukas blinks himself awake and for a minute he doesn’t know where he is. Their bedroom comes into focus and he sees it’s dark outside, his computer still shining beside him. Philip’s hand closes it gently, putting it on the bedside table. He scoots closer, tracing the line that the pillow crushed into Lukas’s face. Lukas hums, rubbing his eyes.

 “What’d you guys do?” Philip asks, brushing Lukas’s hair from his forehead. “Izzy is in there crashed out, didn’t even wake up when I called her name.”

 “Mmm, we went for a run,” Lukas says, blinking. “Then we uh, came home, I washed her and then I took a shower and then she helped me with my project until she went in there and passed out. And then I guess I passed out too, I don’t even remember.”

 Philip smiles a little bit but it looks like there’s something behind it.

 Lukas takes his hand, bringing it up to his mouth. “I miss you so much, baby,” he says. The dam seems to break and he clears his throat, tugging Philip closer. “I feel really selfish but I just—I miss you. It’s been hard lately.”

 “I know,” Philip says, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “I know, I was thinking it too—I’m gonna…I’m gonna be more selective with the jobs, I think. Today the birthday boy threw a plate of guacamole at me.”

 Lukas snorts a little bit, watching Philip grimace. “So that’s why you smell good.”

 Philip narrows his eyes, shaking his head at him.

 Lukas sits up on his elbows, his heart racing a little bit. “But Philip, I—I don’t want you to do anything because of me. I know you love your photography jobs and it’s important to you and it’s what you wanna do—”

 Philip shakes his head, leaning in and pressing his fingers to Lukas’s lips. “I’ve missed you too. So much. And it’d be a lot easier when we’re not both in school. But right now it’s—a lot to balance, it’s too much and I, uh—well, not having my proper time with you is taking it’s toll.”

 That sends a little jolt through Lukas’s heart and he nods. He tips his chin up and Philip leans in to kiss him. It’s full of intent, Philip’s tongue licking over Lukas’s bottom lip. Something familiar stirs in Lukas’s gut and he hums to himself.

 “How’s the project treating you?” Philip whispers, still close.

 Lukas sighs. His mind is racing and he knows he’s being dramatic but he feels like he hasn’t kissed him properly in ages. He keeps thinking about his project and Philip and stress and Philip and how he just wants to let go, how he just wants to give up control for a while because he feels like he’s been on the edge of losing it for a month now. He wants to relax and give Philip the reigns and just let him do whatever he wants. Because Jesus, when Philip’s hands are on him, Lukas feels free.

 “Fucking awful,” Lukas says, tears beginning to form in his eyes when he starts thinking about it again. “They keep cancelling on me, I’m doing five parts of this thing instead of one and I think I’m doing them really fucking badly. I need this class for the communications major, which I’m not even sure of as it is, and I could just be wasting my goddamn time—”

 Philip swoops in and wraps him up in his arms, pressing a long kiss to his temple. “What can I do, baby?” he whispers. “What do you need, how can I help?”

 Lukas sags in his arms, closing his eyes tight. His mind is giving him images and he keeps remembering the first time he thought of something like this, how Philip said nothing is weird. He knows they’ve improved immensely since the first time they did anything like he’s thinking of now. He doesn’t know why he’s hesitating. “I wanna—I wanna ask for something,” he says, his stomach contracting.

 Philip knows the phrasing means something sexual and he leans back, but there’s no teasing in his eyes. Only open honesty, acceptance. “Anything you want,” he says, his hands still on Lukas’s shoulders.

 “Can you just—” Lukas starts, a chill running through him. “Just please, get out those stupid pink fuzzy handcuffs we bought, cuff me to the bed and just—do whatever you want.” Lukas nudges their noses together and closes his eyes. “I just wanna let go, for a little bit. I don’t wanna think about anything but you. I want—I want you to be in charge. I want you to take care of me.”

 A small moments goes by. “Yes,” Philip whispers, not a note of hesitation in his voice. He leans in and starts kissing Lukas’s neck, biting a little at the spot. “Is there anything you want in particular?” he asks.

 “Whatever you want to give me,” Lukas says, his breath catching, and he knows that’s as open an invitation as any.

 Philip leans back, nodding, and his eyelids are already heavy as he leans in and captures Lukas’s mouth in a kiss. It’s slow and full of tongue and Lukas breathes hard, his heart fluttering in anticipation. Philip nips at his bottom lip and then at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t think about anything else,” he whispers. He reaches down and takes the hem of Lukas’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head. “Just think about me. Focus on me.”

 It’s all Lukas wants. He shuts out statistics, shitty spreadsheets and all the tabs he still has open on his laptop. He wants Philip to trap him. To bottle up their world, make him hang on when he turns it upside down and pours out everything but them.

 And Izzy, snoring in the other room. But Lukas tries not to think about their dog daughter right now.

 Philip pushes Lukas down gently so he’s lying on the pillows and Lukas stretches out a little bit. He watches Philip take the lube and the handcuffs out of the bedside drawer. Lukas remembers buying them, remembers being half-traumatized when he made those awful red marks on Philip’s wrists the first time they did something like this and wanting to get something made for this situation for the next time. They’ve used them twice without any remnants left behind, and it makes Lukas feel a lot better.

 Philip drops the lube and the cuffs onto the bed and crawls over, pulling Lukas’s sweatpants down his legs and throwing them onto the floor. He leaves Lukas’s boxer-briefs on for the moment and straddles him. He pushes his arms up so they’re stretched up above his head, slipping his hands in between the bars of their headboard. Lukas’s heart speeds up when he watches Philip take the handcuffs, leaning forward and closing them around each of Lukas’s wrists. He drags his hands along Lukas’s arms as he sits back up.

 Lukas tests them out, looking up and watching the chain rub against the bar. They’re not too tight and it feels good. It makes him feel grounded.

 He gasps when he feels Philip start moving against him.

 “Look at me, baby,” Philip says.

 Lukas does. Philip is still fully clothed, his hands braced on Lukas’s chest as he grinds down against him. Philip moves slowly, twisting his hips, his eyes locked on Lukas’s.

 “How’s that feel, huh?” Philip asks, breathy.

 “Feels good,” Lukas says, his heart stuttering and his voice only coming out in a raspy whisper.

 “Watch me,” Philip says, smiling all fucking cute and sexy. “Keep your eyes on me.”

 Lukas sorta feels like he’s having a heart attack, a couple of small explosions going off in his head. He balls his hands into fists and pulls them back and forth, the chain of the cuffs grating on the bar.

 Philip pulls off his shirt, slower than he usually does it, all the while still rolling his hips down against Lukas. He undoes the button on his pants and pulls the zipper down, sitting up and then back until he ditches his jeans. He throws them off the bed and doesn’t waste another second before flattening himself out against Lukas. Lukas wraps his legs around Philip’s waist on instinct and Philip pushes down, their clothed cocks sliding together. It sends sparks up through Lukas’s groin and he groans, pulling his wrists forward a little bit, almost forgetting he’s handcuffed in place.

 Philip thrusts down against him, smearing kisses along his cheek. “Picture us somewhere nice,” Philip whispers, biting at the hinge of Lukas’s jaw. “Where do you see?”

 “Uh,” Lukas groans, knowing Philip can feel how wet he is through his underwear.

 Philip keeps up a good pace, grinding down hard. He cups Lukas’s face in his hands, kissing him all over. “Tell me,” he whispers, tracking his thumb along Lukas’s cheekbone. “Where are we?”

 Only brief images flash in Lukas’s head. “Hotel in the mountains,” he whispers, fast. “Colorado.” He doesn’t know where the fuck it comes from but it feels right.

 “Mmm, Colorado,” Philip says. He kisses down Lukas’s neck. “I’ll have to remember that.” He keeps kissing down and Lukas’s legs fall away, open wide around him. Philip licks over Lukas’s nipples, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his chest before resting his ear there. “That’s one of my favorite sounds,” Philip whispers, and Lukas looks down at the top of his head. Philip looks up, smiling at him. “Your wild heart. That and how your breath gets all fast for me. Like now.”

 Lukas shrugs, grinning, and continues to breathe hard through his mouth.

 “And your laugh,” Philip says. He touches Lukas all over, kissing his stomach, the ridges of his ribs, his hipbones. “Everything about your voice.”

 He peels Lukas’s underwear off then, tossing them aside. He runs his hand over Lukas’s length once and Lukas moans, his eyes fluttering closed. He can feel Philip kissing his knees, the insides of his thighs, and it feels a lot like Philip is worshipping him. His body shudders and his cock jumps, still so hard and leaking for the beautiful boy lavishing him with kisses. Philip touches, massages, digging his thumbs into every knot and working them out. It’s fucking euphoric.

 “God, Philip,” Lukas whispers.

 “You’re so gorgeous,” Philip says. He hums, running his hand up Lukas’s chest and back down again. He starts gently pushing Lukas’s legs up until they’re over Philip’s shoulders, and Philip keeps pushing him until Lukas is arched off the bed, his ass in the air. His breath speeds up. He hears the chain off the handcuffs rattle and he grasps onto the bar, opening his eyes. This is what he wanted, Philip taking control, making the decisions, and God, Lukas doesn’t regret it. His whole body is aching and pulsing with Philip’s hands, Philip’s mouth, and it’s weird but he likes the way his legs are bent like this, draped over Philip’s shoulders, knees up high. He thinks he knows what’s gonna happen and he moans at the mere thought, a long whine escaping him when Philip spreads his cheeks apart and dives in.

 “Oh fuck, baby,” Lukas moans, squeezing his eyes shut tight. “Oh f—fuck, oh fuck.”

 Philip’s tongue pushes in and out of Lukas and he reaches up, holding on to one of Lukas’s ankles. Lukas can hardly breathe, gasping, because it always feels so fucking intimate when they do this, when Philip’s mouth is there. Lukas’s hips are stuttering and he pushes down against it, against Philip’s lips and his tongue and oh my god, oh my god—

 “Philip, Philip,” Lukas chants, twisting his hands in the cuffs, feeling almost crazed for a moment.

 Philip hums and Lukas feels the vibration of it, which nearly drives him insane. Philip keeps licking, kissing, sucking and Jesus, Lukas is on fire. Philip pulls back then, the heat of his mouth gone as he scoots away, letting Lukas’s legs fall back down onto the mattress. Philip is smiling, watching Lukas writhe, and Lukas can only groan, whimpering a little bit when Philip crawls back towards him. “You like that?” Philip asks, looming there between his legs.

 “Yes,” Lukas answers, nodding. God, he loves it.

 “You like looking at me?” Philip asks, sliding his hand up Lukas’s thigh.

 “You’re my favorite thing to look at,” Lukas answers, his eyes roaming up and down Philip’s body. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world.”

 Philip hums happily, smiling softly. He reaches down and palms himself through his boxer-briefs, his incredible mouth falling open.

 “Jesus Christ,” Lukas whispers, still straining against the handcuffs.

 “You like it when I do this?” Philip asks, touching himself a little rougher. Lukas nods, weak as fuck, at a loss for words. Philip keeps sliding his hand back and forth and Lukas sees stars, only Philip and the whole galaxy surrounding him. “I think about you all day,” he whispers. “Every moment I’m not with you I picture you, wherever you are—”

 Lukas moans, thinking about Philip getting hard for him at some wedding or something.

 Philip’s breath hitches a little bit and he moves liquidly, bending forward. “Picture you in the library with that cute look of concentration on your face,” he whispers, his hands on Lukas’s hips. “Picture you with our dog running in the park like some fucking athlete or something—”

 Lukas snorts, grinning, his breath coming out in waves. He moans long and broken when Philip leans in, taking Lukas’s cock into his mouth. Lukas wasn’t ready and he feels like all his senses are going haywire, his head spinning. “Philip, Jesus, fuck—”

 Philip hums, his mouth full, and takes him deeper. Lukas wants to touch him so bad but he can’t, he’s tied down, he’s under Philip’s control and fuck it’s the hottest thing. But he has to look and he lifts his head, staring down at Philip, those beautiful lips stretched around his dick. All of Lukas’s blood is rushing down to his groin and he feels lightheaded but he keeps watching, drinking in that look of ecstasy on Philip’s face. He hums again and takes him deeper still, nearly letting Lukas touch the back of his throat before he eases off. He licks up and down Lukas’s cock and Lukas can’t think, can’t see—everything is tingling, his toes curling. He feels like he’s floating.

 “You are some kinda—some kinda angel,” Lukas babbles, watching as Philip replaces his mouth with his hand for a moment, sliding it up and down. “Some kinda—like, golden angel, some kinda perfect thing—”

 Philip laughs again, leaning in and kissing Lukas’s hip. He sucks at the skin there, biting at it and worrying it between his teeth. He sucks and he sucks and Lukas cries out, everything so sensitive, and he knows there’s gonna be a mark there later. Philip kisses it one more time and sits up, grabbing the bottle of lube. He squirts some onto his fingers and reaches back behind him, starting to work himself open.

 “Jesus, Jesus, you gonna ride me?” Lukas asks, his voice breaking like a fifteen year-old idiot.

 “Yes,” Philip says, his mouth falling open again, his eyelids fluttering closed. “Do you want that?”

 “Yes,” Lukas says.

 “Say it,” Philip says, arching his neck back. “Tell me you want it.”

 “God I want you to ride me,” Lukas says, completely insane now. “I want you on my dick baby, I wanna be inside you, wanna watch you—”

 “Lukas,” Philip gasps. “You don’t even know how often I thought about this when I was in Tivoli—”

 “What?” Lukas asks, too loud, reaching out with his foot and nudging along Philip’s thigh. “Sex? Us? Us and sex?”

 Philip laughs a little bit, moaning, and it’s the sexiest thing Lukas has ever heard. “Us—living together. In love and, fuck—domestic shit. Getting our own dog—helping each other with fucking—issues and—keeping each other safe and—doing laundry together and—buying milk when we’re out and listening to—Christmas music in our—apartment—”

 Lukas closes his eyes, breathing out. “I love you, I love you, I love you so much.”

 He feels Philip’s hands on him, slicking him up, but he’s already still so wet from Philip’s mouth that it doesn’t take much. He usually likes to guide Philip down when he’s about to ride him and his hands try to go for it but the handcuffs keep him in place. Philip braces his hands on Lukas’s chest and sinks down, making these fucking delicious noises that are so sexual that Lukas almost comes right there. He’s close, he knows it won’t take long, and he cuts that already short time in half when Philip leans over him and reaches out, closing his hands around Lukas’s wrists, right alongside the handcuffs.

 Philip starts riding him, his hips working back and forth. “Lukas,” he whispers.

 Lukas is sweating all over and Philip leans in, licking at the dip in his throat. “Oh God,” Lukas groans, arching his neck to the side to give Philip better access. He’s never heard their bed creak like this before.

 “Lukas, no one—no one is ever gonna be inside me but you,” Philip whispers, kissing Lukas’s jaw, his chin. He arches his back and their bellies rub together, Philip’s hard cock caught between them. “No one, no one, only you—”

 “Good, good,” Lukas chants, moaning. He knows they were made for this, for each other, fitting together like it was always meant to come to this. Philip clenches around him beautifully and Lukas sees stars again. “You’re mine—”

 Philip squeezes his wrists. “We’re in Colorado,” he whispers, stretching a little bit more so his mouth is right next to Lukas’s ear. He keeps rocking forward, grinding down. “We’ve—we’ve graduated—we’re married, we’re wearing—wearing rings we gave each other. On honeymoon—in a nice little—cabin and we’re—fucking like we’ve never fucked before—”

 “Better than this?” Lukas asks, his voice nearly giving out. He’s already shaking, so close.

 Philip nods, a sexy little smirk on his lips.

 Lukas surges up and kisses him, slipping his tongue into Philip’s mouth. He can taste himself there and his chest goes tight.

 “Come inside me, babe,” Philip whispers against Lukas’s lips. “God, I can feel you, know you need to—”

 Lukas’s thighs are trembling and he nods, thrusting up a little bit, pulling his wrists apart as far as they can go before the handcuffs stop him again. He feels Philip reach between them and take his own dick in his hand, and he makes one little small whimper that takes Lukas apart definitively. He comes hard, groaning and arching his neck back, clinging to the headboard bar that he’s cuffed to. Philip keeps riding, jacking himself fast, and then he makes another small noise, his breath rushing out as he comes, pressing his face to Lukas’s cheek.

 Lukas feels spent. Debauched. His chest is heaving and he feels Philip slide off of him, collapsing at his side. He curls up against him, plastering himself against his hip, sliding his hand back and forth against his chest.

 It always turns Lukas on to think of how Philip is the only one who will ever get to see him like this. Who will ever get to treat him like this. It’s love times a fucking thousand.

 “I’m gonna uncuff you so you can hold me,” Philip whispers, kissing Lukas’s shoulder.

 “Mmm, okay,” Lukas says. Philip reaches over to the bedside table and takes out the key, leaning up and undoing the handcuffs. He takes them and puts them away and Lukas looks at his wrists, happy to see there are no marks to trouble Philip with.

 Philip wipes his hand on the sheets and comes back to him—Lukas wraps his arms around him immediately, kissing his forehead. “So did I do a good job?” Philip asks.

 Lukas snorts, laughing incredulously. “Uh, that was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Philip. You’re a piece of art, a fucking—perfect angel.”

 Philip leans in, kissing Lukas’s cheek. “I don’t think an angel would do what I just did to you.”

 Lukas shivers, chuckling to himself.

 “I’m proud of us for not waking the dog up,” Philip says, laying his head on Lukas’s shoulder again. “I’ve had nightmares of her storming in on us while we’re having sex. Our child can’t see this.”

 Lukas snorts, shaking his head. “Yeah, you forgot to close the door. Thank God I tired her out earlier with her jog.”

 “Speaking of, I need to get a shower now,” Philip says. He braces himself on his elbow.

 “I’ll go with you,” Lukas says, groaning a little when he tries to sit up. His body aches in all the right ways.

 “You just got one,” Philip says.

 “Yeah, but I wanna take one with you,” Lukas says.

 Philip grins at him. He leans in, taking Lukas’s face in his hands, kissing him sweetly. “I’m only gonna take two jobs a week now,” he whispers, nuzzling their noses together.

 “Okay,” Lukas says. “If you’re sure.”

 “I am,” Philip says, kissing him again. “So I made you forget, huh?”

 “About what?” Lukas asks, in love with the light dusting of freckles across Philip’s nose.

 “Statistics,” Philip says, glancing over at Lukas’s laptop on the bedside table.

 Lukas laughs, shaking his head. “Baby, I have no idea what statistics even is anymore after that,” he says. “I don’t even know what school we go to or what state we’re in.”

 “Well come on, you cute amnesiac,” Philip says, taking his hand as he gets up. “Let’s get you your memory back and I’ll help with that project.”

 Lukas grins, gingerly following him.

 He’s never loved another human being more. And he never will.

#philkas #eyewitness #philip shea #lukas waldenbeck #my writing #ns//fw af y'all

[fanficshiddles]

Owned By A Ghost, Chapter 31

Warning: Forced drug/sedative use. 

In the middle of the night, when she thought Loki was asleep, she slipped out from his arms and put on her clothes. She made her way downstairs and went straight for the door.

She wasn’t sure how she could think she could escape. As when she tried the doors, they were locked.

‘Shit.’ She hissed to herself.

‘Going somewhere, darling?’

Tracey’s stomach dropped, a chill ran down her spine as she froze on the spot with her hands against the door. She tried to ground herself, to keep calm. Perhaps that was the only thing that Loki did wrong. She could be totally running away with her mind.

‘I… I just needed some fresh air. I felt a bit, iffy.’ Tracey said as she turned around to face him.

She was a little startled as he was a lot closer than she had thought. He towered over her and looked at her with concern written all over his face. He put his hand up to her forehead and frowned.

‘You don’t have a temperature. Come on, come back to bed. It’s lonely without you.’ He said as he slid his hand into hers and he led her back upstairs.

When they climbed back into bed, Loki pulled her up between his legs with her back resting against his chest. He kept one hand around her middle and the other slowly started to stroke over her thigh.

‘You weren’t trying to leave me, were you?’ He whispered against her ear.

‘No.’ Tracey said quietly as she shook her head.

‘Are you sure?’ Loki asked as he tightened his grip over her stomach.

‘Can I ask you something?’ Tracey blurted out.

‘Of course.’ Loki said, his grip loosening so she could sit opposite him on the bed.

‘Promise you will tell me the truth? No… No matter what?’ Tracey gulped, not entirely sure she was wanting to know the answer to what she was about to ask.

‘I promise. I wouldn’t lie to you.’ Loki smiled.

‘Did… Did you have anything to do with the drugs in my locker and Marissa’s at work?’ Tracey asked bravely.

Loki looked down and he sighed. That didn’t fill Tracey with much hope at all.

‘Loki?’ She asked, desperately hoping that he didn’t have anything to do with it.

‘Yes. It was me.’ Loki said firmly as he looked up at her and locked eyes.

Tracey felt her world crash around her. She couldn’t believe what she just heard.

‘Why?’ She gasped.

‘Marissa didn’t like me. It was obvious. I had to do something. She was going to try and take you away from me.’ Loki snarled.

‘No, Loki. Didn’t you believe me when I said I loved you? Why would you do such a thing? I was fired from my job. So what, so you could keep me here? What now? Hmm? Is that why you don’t want me to get another job? In case someone else tries to, in your words, take me away from you?’ Tracey was hysterical now.

‘Yes. You’re better off here, with me. We can be together. Just the two of us.’ Loki said in a desperate plea as he leaned forwards and took her hands into his.

She could hear the desperation in his voice and see it in his eyes. He looked like a lost boy that was… Scared.

But she snatched her hands away from him and slapped him on the face.

Loki’s face turned from desperation to shock, then a wave of anger washed over him. He looked back round to Tracey. She herself looked shocked at what she did. But she tried her best to not regret it.

‘How dare you slap me.’ Loki snarled.

He lunged for Tracey but she dived out of the way in time. She scrambled off of the bed and ran out of the bedroom. She rushed downstairs, jumping down most of the way. She tried the front door again, why, she wasn’t sure as she knew it would still be locked.

She turned on her heels and rushed through to the kitchen. The back door was locked as well. She knew there would be no escaping the place if Loki didn’t want her to escape.

Heavy footsteps made their way across the kitchen towards her. She spun around on the spot to see Loki prowling into the room. She mentally slapped herself for thinking how sexy he looked. Shaking her head, she tried to run around the island in the middle of the kitchen. But suddenly she was grabbed. A hand tightened around her waist and the other went to her throat, threateningly.

‘Enough of this game. There is no escaping from me. You belong to me and me only. I had to get rid of them all somehow. All just distractions for us. Don’t you see? We can be together now, forever. With no one to get in the way.’

‘Them all? What do you mean?’ Tracey screeched, a sickening feeling in her stomach started to brew.

‘I think you know what I mean.’ He hissed.

Tracey let out a blood curdling scream as the realisation hit her.

Loki chuckled wickedly as he dragged her kicking and screaming upstairs. But this time, she didn’t give in. She continued to fight him. She managed to scratch his arm and dug her nails in, hard. But of course, it didn’t affect Loki for long.

He found her to be rather amusing. Like a feisty little kitten that just needed to be tamed.

And he had just the right way to tame her.

He threw her down onto the bed. Just as she was away to move, invisible restraints grabbed her wrists and yanked them behind her back, keeping them in place. She backed away from Loki until her back hit the headboard.

She was terrified. Loki could see the fear written clearly all over her face. His little doe, scared of the predator.

‘I need you to calm down and relax, my little one. You need some rest. You will see more clearly in the morning. You will come to realise that I did everything for you, for us. It all had to be done.’ As he spoke he went to a drawer and pulled out a bottle of pills, which she eyed up suspiciously.

‘Please. Just let me go.’ She cried.

‘I cannot do that. You know this. I love you too much and I know that you love me too. This fear will pass. I know it will. Now, be a good girl and take this pill for me. It is a sedative and will help you to relax and get some rest.’ He said as he put the pill towards her mouth.

Instead of co-operating she spat at his face. He clenched his jaw as he wiped her spit off his cheek. He glared at her and let out an angry, deep growl.

He moved onto the bed and grabbed her legs as they went wild trying to kick him. He had to get more invisible restraints to bind her ankles together. Then he stopped and took a deep breath as he moved to the side of her, kneeling on the bed.

‘You can take this the easy way, or you can make it difficult for yourself.’ Loki said firmly but calmly.

‘No! You’re a monster!’ Tracey snarled and tried struggling again, but the invisible restraints were too tight and she was going nowhere as she flopped around on the bed like a fish out of water.

‘You are far too tense and stressed. You just need to relax, my darling. You need your sleep. Then we can have our fun tomorrow when you are calm. Now, open your mouth and take the pill.’ Loki cooed as he put the pill towards her mouth, trying the calming strategy instead.

But she kept her mouth shut tightly and thrashed her head back and fore. Loki sighed and straddled over her. Then with a look of pity in his eyes, he held her nose shut with his fingers. She struggled some more to try and get him to let go, but he didn’t. So she was forced to open her mouth to gasp, to get the air back into her lungs.

That’s when Loki threw the pill into her mouth, clamped his hand over her mouth and then moved behind her. His other arm wrapped around her middle, holding her against his chest as her restraints around her wrists were released.

Struggle she tried, but Loki’s iron grip around her middle was too strong and even as she tried to claw at his hand that was covering her mouth, he wouldn’t give in. The pressure he had over her mouth was too strong so she couldn’t even spit the tablet out.

‘Shh, shh. Relax, my little one. This is in your best interest. Be a good girl and swallow the pill for me. I know you can do it.’ Loki said softly as he kissed the top of her head.

Tracey continued to struggle for a bit longer, but then she realised that even if she didn’t swallow the tablet, it was already starting to melt in her mouth. So she decided to just swallow the dam thing to get it over with.

Loki knew when she had swallowed the tablet. Her body stopped struggling and she just froze in his hold. He loosened his grip around her middle and splayed his hand across her stomach. His hand that was over her mouth slid down to gently rest around her throat. He lightly stroked across her throat with his fingers, massaging her.

‘Good girl, Tracey. Good, good girl.’ He praised.

A few tears rolled down Tracey’s cheeks, as she was sickened to think that his praise still made her feel good inside, as much as she didn’t want it to.

Loki was quick to wipe her tears away with his thumb.

‘No need to cry, my darling. I told you I would look after you, that’s what I am doing. It will be much easier if you just do as you’re told. I know best for you, I promise.’ He said, tilting his face round so he could kiss her lips.

Tracey wanted to scream, cry and run away. But she could feel her body relaxing more and more because of the sedative. Her mind was starting to spin a bit and she found herself liking his touch and hold as he pulled her onto his lap.

It was oddly comforting, even though the owner of said touch was the one who did this to her in the first place.

Loki eventually put her down onto the bed on her back. She wanted to try and move, but she felt so tired and like her body was just a big heavy dead weight. Her eyes started to feel heavy as she could feel sleep starting to pull her down.

The last thing she saw was Loki standing over her, a smile on his face and a needle in his hand with some sort of fluid. She didn’t know what it was. And the last thing she felt was the needle being inserted into her arm as he injected her.

Then she fell into a deep sleep.

#Loki #tom hiddleston #fan fiction #owned by a ghost

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

I wanna clarify...

My daughter...

Chandler, Armageddon birth name Chantillar spelled caterpillar.

Asked for a dog. I said no we may not have room one day because of the humans.

On and on

"No Chandler! I said no and i mean it!"

"Mom why are you so mean?!?!"

"Idk go ask your dad"

Her little eyes all red and teary throwing a tantrum changed to a bright blue with a slight glow, they seemed to be pulling her from the room at a delight's pace. What in for did i do now? She saw me cleaning didn't even ask to help. Now what she gonna do with a dog now? Never clean again?

"Daaaaaaad!"

Son of a bitch. "Mom said to ask you "can I have a dog?""

"Yes Chandler whatever you want baby"

At bed he told me he had been picking out puppy names and shit

"I told her she couldn't"

I explained to him

"I said yes she can have a dog. End of story" he told me with attitude

"Her over me?"

"She's our child shut the fuck up"

"You are gonna regret this"

"Don't think you're not having sex"

"Oh I'm sure I will but not with you. With my hand"

He woke me later in the night

"Don't think you're having sex. Use your hand"

"I did"

"Ask the dog to lick it"

He laughed himself to sleep.

I told him no less than 442 times in 5 days he would regret that promise. Never in front of her. Once in front of her husband.

And my mom and dad in Echinacea made sure he did.

Chandler never once regretted what she did.

Alex was so pissed! You tortured me all week. Wouldn't have sex. Through words down my throat made me choke! And then you took the roof off the house.

So he threw a shoe at me. Hit me in the face

He slapped me, threw me on the bed.

Slammed my neck into the headboard when i tried to escape.

"Fine I'm sorry. Lets just go to bed under our roof covered in plastic"

"Don't think you're getting off that easy. Now, im going to rape you"

"No babe I said I'm sorry!! Stop. Im not playing with you anymore."

"Fine I'll just go to sleep"

"Rape me please baby"

When I climbed on top of him I saw tears in his eyes. Maybe i was really mean to him. But I didn't think so

Talk to me like a child "end of story" he said when he knew Chandler was doing wrong. He should changed it to a kitty. It's not like he didn't like pussy. Mine anyway. But he said end of story. Didn't want a compromise? I'd make sure his Dick wasn't hard enough to cum.

"Fine I'll sleep with the dog" he whispered crazy in my ear after.

Good id take his side of the bed, too

Sure enough a week later "i think i made a mistake and should asked for a kitty. This dog is too rough"

"But he's shorter now"

"I'm getting a cat for her now. Now what you gonna do about it?" Oh he was mad "you should told me,this would happen, you stupid bitch"

He punched me dead in the mouth. Busted my lip. Then in my nose and scratched my arm "lay with me"

"No. Its your bed not mine. I'm not here"

"Don't go invisible! Babe hey! Lay with me"

"You filled my pillow with blood is that what you wanted to see?"

"Fine I'll punch you in the back of three head then"

"I'll go from the room if you touch me again! Your bad mood is not my fault!!!"

"Black eye again huh. Now everyone will say where is mommy"

"Are you under the bed?"

He was crazy. He didn't live for thousands of years Because of his dad's false promises and he took it out on me instead of him.

"Did you go out the window again? I'll go and shut it. You know you could prevented this. All my anger and all"

"Its not my responsibility you're stupid. I obeyed my husband. Don't think I'll come back after this"

I was gone 2 months from the house. Moved in next door to his dad's. I could see the house. His whore. The kids. Just like i was home. I did what I,wanted. Even fucked his dad. When he saw that he quit bringing whores home. Instead sat at the window to see what I would do next. One day a month later his dad walked into my room "NOOOOOOOOO" he ran all the way over rushed in breathless "no dad please don't do that! Don't have sex with my wife!! i only took Chandler in the room in costume and let her sleep in my bed. Turned out the light and let het husband sneak in I swear!÷!"

"You shouldn't have lied to her. Now I won't tell you if we did or not. Let you think about that awhile"

"Did you..?"

"Please leave it. If you want to argue leave my room"

"No this is my room, too. I'm not leaving. Not now. Not ever. Not without you. And I'll stop hitting you I promise"

Chandler was sneaky and he didn't know how to handle it. Took 5 years to even realize she wasn't daddy's perfect angel. But a wild get away with your own heathen. She was.

He did quit hitting me. But it wasn't the first change we had to make Because Chandler Bing.

Our biggest problem was being parents.

Instead of talking all 4 together we did the parent approach.

"Why are you asking me? Ask your husband!" I was tired of fighting I told her. It was always something i could hold against him for revenge. And it wasn't fair to him and Me.

"So why is she carrying around a 3 ton gorilla she got for her birthday?"

"I told her ask her husband this time, I was tired of fighting. I don't mind all the animals in the house. But my first instinct is to say no and yours is to say yes and put your foot down. Then my first instinct is to punish you for not taking me into consideration or what I've said or already told her and it hurts my feelings and makes me bitter or mean or sad. Did you ever get her that kitten? You should it's been 10 years already and yoh promised her"

He was happy. He saw i loved him, he didn't have anything to prove to Chandler. She knew she still loved him no matter what creature she wanted to bring into the house.

"Hey you think that dog is gonna get any bigger? We still need a new roof"

"Oh i forgot that, I'll use magic to fix it"

The next morning he wanted to know why our house looked like a dog house with the name Clifford written on the top.

"Oh that's for Chandler to say I'm sorry for saying no. Did you get her that kitten yet?"

"Lets go together"

We chose an adult cat 10 years old been at the pound waiting just for her all that time. All trained by professionals and ready to go.

"But i wanted a kitten"

"Then go get one"

She did then returned it 2 hours later. "He scratched me too much. The one you got me is purrrrrfect. Get it?"

"Then ask us next time you want something dangerous and we will wait and get it trained by professionals"

Her eyes lit "can I get a snake?"

"Yes. For your next birthday"

"Honey a snake?"

"Trained by professionals it will be fine my honey boo"

"I sure hope so"

Dam if we didn't have to visit it 2x per day as soon as it was hatched. Not cause Chandler But cause him.

[collegewoesandhoes]

A story from this weekend.  Names changed for anonymity.

Riley was holding Jasmine’s hair back as she threw up into the box with a couple oranges and one really moldy lemon when her phone buzzed.  “Wya?”

As she continued to pat Jasmine’s back and gently remind her it was better out than in she responded, “upstairs with Jasmine,”

“How.  Come to the dance floor”

“What do you mean how?”

“Come down stairs.  Real Quick.  And let me know”

“I’ll be there once Jasmine and Ana are good.  I’ll come down and dance with you”

“Okay”

She wondered just how drunk Quentin was as she looked back to check on Ana throwing up in a trash can.  She could tell exactly how far gone both Jasmine and Ana were as they sat on the floor and their friend Mark’s bed.

“Matt’s bringing his car around to take you guys home,” Mark said as Ana threw up again, “we’ll start getting them downstairs”

“Mark, I’m so sorry about the floor, I didn’t mean to get this fucked up, I didn’t even drink that much” Jasmine moaned from her box.

“Hey, no worries, the carpet is all tiles, I can just pull that area up, this room has seen much worse.” That much was true, most of the frat house had seen some real damage from previous frat parties and Riley could see the remnants of it throughout most of the house, and smell it too.

Matt came back into the room and started helping Ana down the four floors of the frat to his car parked out front.

“Jasmine, do you think you can move to the bathroom?  I need to clean you up a bit”  The two girls made their way slowly down the hall way towards the musty bathroom.  She pulled her phone back out, “Im with Jenny in the bathroom right now.  I can’t come down yet.”

“I can come up”

“I’ll text you when I come dow.”

“Pick me up.  Upstairs.  Wya”

“Where is you going.  Shit hold one.  *on”

“Okay. Mainfloor”

“Which floor are you on”

“Come down”

“I’m on the fourth”

“Mainfloor where everyone is at”

She put her phone back in her pocket as she helped Jasmine wash her hands and face.  By the time Matt and Mark had come back up Jasmine was back on the floor, crying and holding a plastic bag.

“We just need to move her to the car and her and Matt can go home” She said to Mark. “Quentin is wandering around your frat somewhere, can you grab him to help carry her downstairs?”

While Mark went on the hunt for a lanky drunk boy the two girls sat on the frat bathroom floor together.

“Do you like Quentin?” Jasmine asked half-heartedly

“Sure I do, but not like, like him ya know?” She responded.  “Let’s just focus on getting you home ok?”

Mark came back a little while later with Quentin, both boys standing in the doorway of the bathroom staring at the spectacle before them.

“I’m going to go start cleaning up, everyone else is leaving right now” Mark started to head back down stairs.

“Shit, that means I can’t crash on Thomas’ couch, Quentin, do you have a couch at your live out?”

“Sure, you can sleep there if you want to,”  She got up to give him a thank you hug and it lingered longer than she expected.  His hands started to rub her sides that were exposed from her crop top, the tips of his fingers slipping just beneath the hem of her high-waisted jeans.

“Matt’s back for Jasmine” Mark called down the hall way and the two quickly separated.

“Jasmine, hun can you walk for me?” slowly but surly the six legged monster that was the three drunk individuals, made it’s way down four flights of stairs.  As Matt helped Jasmine into the car to drive them both home, Riley realised that her purse and jacket were both completely missing.  It was now well past one in the morning and everyone was either home, or on their way, drunk to the point of blacking out and there was no hope of finding out who had grabbed her purse until the morning.

As Quentin and Riley left to stumble back to his live out, he reached for her hand and pulled her along.  They made dumb banter along the way, Riley said something about a version of the song Gucci Gang with everything in alphabetical order.  They reached his live out to beer cans everywhere but no frat brothers to be found,  “Looks like they all made it to bed already,” he said as he led her into his room in the back through the kitchen.  He pulled out sweats for her to sleep in and left the room for her to change and so he could get water.  After plugging their phones in and turning on a fan, he locked the door behind him and they both crawled into bed.  A couple minutes of laying side by side, Quentin rolled closer, and pressed his nose into her neck.  He reached his hand out to touch her side and when she placed her hand gingerly on top he moved forward, wrapping his other arm under her head and his top arm around her waist.  Once again, the touch was hesitant, fingers brushed just under the edge of the sweatshirt until she interlaced her fingers with the hand under her head.  Like a dam breaking, he was all over her, hands swirling underneath the covers, investigating every inch of her body as they both started removing the others clothing articles.  Confused by the KT tape on Riley’s leg, he kept trying to move the pants off her legs until with a laugh, Riley explained that she had gone for a run earlier.

He grabbed a hold of her hips and twisted her to face him, running his hands through her hair and kissing her deeply.  His hands roamed back down her body to her clit where he rubbed roughly while kissing down her neck and to her breasts.  He quickly inserted his finger all the way inside her, which caused her to gasp.  It had been close to four months since she had been with anyone.  He moved his mouth down her body until it joined his hands at her pussy.  He kissed her all along her opening, as she massaged her hands through his hair.  He used long licks and fast strokes to warm her up still drunk off beer and vodka, she was shocked he was this coordinated.   He then moved to lean over her and replaced his fingers with his cock.  The next fifteen minutes were a blur for her.  He was rough but gentle, pushing her and changing up positions often but always slowing down when she asked to let her adjust.  Sloppily rolling around in his queen size bed Quentin finally had the alcohol catch up to him.  Whiskey dick hit him hard and his eyes started to glaze over.  “We can stop if you want” Riley said placing a kiss on his forehead, lifting off of his waist and laying down to rest her head on his chest.  “Do you need any water?” He asked as he rubbed circles in the middle of her back and before she could answer he was asleep.

She slept for a couple hours and woke up at around five to use the restroom.  As she crawled back into bed next to him he stirred in his sleep.   He rolled over to spoon her again.  This time he was much less hesitant.  He pulled her top and sweats off quickly, not needing to get undressed himself.  He spread her legs, and dug himself deep for doggy style.  She had her hands shoved behind the pillows against his headboard to support herself when he pulled her arms behind her forcing her face into his mattress.   He used one hand to pin her hands to her back and the other to pull her hair into a ponytail.  “Fuck, you’re so tight, Riley I can’t believe it” he said with a grunt as he pounded into her from behind.  “You’ve got such a thick ass, Jesus it’s phenomenal,” He released her hair and hands and used her hips to turn her over onto her back.  Pulling her left leg up onto his shoulder, he entered her again, kissing her full on the month.  She let her fingernails rake down his back as she wrapped her free leg around his leg pinning him in place.  He continued to thrust, alternating between slow and deep and fast and desperate.  She bit into his neck and left love bites along his shoulder.  She was breathing heavily, still not used to his size and hurting from the intensity of it. They rolled over once again, she placed her hands on top of the headboard to steady herself, lowering herself entirely along his shaft.  “Riley, damn, I’m balls deep right now” he breathed as she started rocking on his hips. “Mhhm, you feel so good right now” She answered, “I love how your hands feel running down my body”, He responded by slapped her ass and pulled her face to meet his again.  It was at this moment that she realised that they hadn’t put a condom on.  “Quentin, wait, do you have a condom?”  Still drunk, he shook his head no and she silently thanked herself for having taken the pill for several years but resolved to make sure nothing that would require any drastic measures happened.  She pulled off of him and made her way down his chest, putting her mouth on his tip massaging his balls and the base of his shaft.  He let out a sharp breath as she took him in her mouth, “I want to see what you look like with my dick in your mouth,” He pulled her hair in a makeshift ponytail and brushed the fly aways out of her face.  She could tell he was getting close, his shaft involuntarily stiffening as she worked her magic.  He pulled her up, determined to reciprocate, so that she was straddling him again.  He moved his hands behind her and under her leg to her clit again moving his fingers against her.  “There you go Riley, good girl” He whispered into her ear as her legs shook against his body.  She gripped his shoulders and brought her face close to his breathing heavily in his ear, once again pushing against the headboard for support.  “Mhmm, Quentin you feel so good, don’t stop,” He kissed her temple and continued to hold her close to him.  He moved his cock back to her opening as she pushed her hips backwards to meet his.  He guided her hips with his hands kissing along her neck again.  She rocked on her forearms until he raised his hips to set his own pace.  He pulled out of her in time to cum on his own stomach and kiss her passionately through his orgasm.  She rolled off him one last time and settled against his chest.  He kissed her forehead and she rolled away.

Later that morning after she had got back home and started working once again on her multi-page lab report her phone vibrated next to her another text from Quinn, “What happened last night?” Fuck.

#smut #true story

[holylulusworld]

Not another argument

 *gif is not mine

Summary: An argument with Dean leads to something else…

Pairing: Dean x Reader, a hint of Sam x Reader x Dean

Warnings: language, sad reader, arguments, oral (female receiving), fingering, vaginal sex (unprotected – wrap it kiddos!), rough sex?, use of handcuffs, implied smut, implied threesome, voyeurism (a hint)

  Not another argument, not again. The last thing you need is another argument with Dean. Yes, you left your position but not as you didn’t want to listen or as you’re a bad hunter.

Holding back the tears you enter the motel room you share with Dean and Sam. It’s Dean’s turn to share the bed with you. No way you’ll get some sleep while Dean is grunting the whole time next to you.

Entering the shower you clean your sweat slick and bloody body. After fixing the small cut at your leg you grab a pair of fresh panties and an old flannel to sleep.

Putting a pillow and your blanket on the small couch you decide to stop hunting with Dean. He will never think you’re good enough to breathe the same air like him and Sam.

Lying down on the couch you ignore the boring looks Dean gives you.

“Why didn’t you hold your position? You didn’t listen again. That only happened as you left your position.” He starts the argument, gesturing at the tiny cut at your leg.

“You’re right.” Is all you say and Dean wonders.

“Good, you finally learn from your mistake.” He says cocking his head, waiting for your reply.

“Yes.” You whisper.

“Next time you better listen.” He adds.

Watching your reaction he sees a single tear rolling down your cheek and your trembling lips. Knowing he went to far he tries to find the right words.

“There will be no next time.” You sob.

“What?”

“Back at the bunker I’ll pack my stuff. You don’t need to worry that I mess up another hunt. I know I’m not good enough to hunt with you and Sam.”

“Wait, I didn’t say that!”

“No need to say it. I can see it on your face. No matter what I do is wrong.” You whisper.

“You won’t leave. You left your position without a reason and I got mad but you won’t leave!” Dean states.

“I didn’t leave the position without a reason, the demon said his partner has you and I thought they hurt you. I couldn’t let them hurt you.”

“Y/N they didn’t…oh…demons lie.” Dean tries.

“I know. See I’m not good enough.”

“Get in the bed and sleep. Tomorrow we drive back home and you won’t leave us!”

“You don’t want me around. I’m just not good enough.” You grunt.

Hearing you talk back Dean smiles. To push the button even more he picks you up to put you on the bed. Wiggling you yell at him while he just chuckles.

Placing you on the floor he pushes you against the wall. Starring down at you he grins devilish.

“You will learn to follow my orders.”

“Let go of me Winchester!” You grunt.

“First you need to learn your lesson!” He states.

Pushing you on the bed he handcuffs you to the headboard. Confused you look up at him and fuck his eyes are darkened and full of lust. Looking further down you can see his cock painfully pressing against his pants.

“Going to show you who’s the boss.”

Ripping your flannel open he smirks at you while your brain still can’t process that Dean Winchester is hard for you.

Hovering over you he brushes his lips over yours while you desperate try to get some kind of friction. Kissing you softly he smiles against your lips. Tilting his head he kisses down your neck.

“Tell me you don’t want this, me and I’ll stop Baby.” He whispers and you start whining.

“Please.” You rasp and he starts kissing down your neck again. This time he plants soft kisses down your collarbone. Groaning he palms your breasts with his rough hands while you can’t stop starring at him.

Chest heaving up and down he locks eyes with you. Unsure if he should cross the line he waits for your consent.

“Please, Dean. I need you to…please.”

Nodding he hovers back over you sucking one nipple into his mouth. Moving his hands to your back he presses your body closer to his. Playing with your nipples he sucks and licks the little nubs until they are so hard you could cut glass with them.

Humming in satisfaction he goes further down. Kissing the anti-possession tattoo at your hip he looks up at you. Completely wrecked you whimper in anticipation.

Dragging your soaked panties down Dean growls at the sight of your smooth pussy. Tossing the fabric somewhere on the floor he spreads your legs open with his shoulders.

Smirking he looks up at you while you desperate whine for him to touch you.

“Will you be a good girl next time?” He asks.

“Yes, please, please. I’m going to be so good.”

Touching your clit with his fingers he watches your reaction. Jerking your hips forward you whimper. Smiling he dives in to start sucking, lapping and licking through your folds.

Chanting his name like a prayer you can only take his assault. You want to tug at his hair, want to touch him but you can’t.

“Fucking handcuffs.” You mutter.

Chuckling he starts sucking and biting at your swollen bud before he pushes two long digits into your wet heat.

“God so tight. Going to enjoy the feeling of you wrapped around my cock.” Dean groans.

“More, please.”

Thrusting his fingers in and out of you he sucks and licks at the now oversensitive nub. Bucking your hips you scream his name when you feel the dam break.

Kissing your mound Dean strokes your walls until you stop trembling. Looking up at you his chin is full of your juices and god he never looked so sexy. Jumping of the bed he opens the handcuffs before removing his shirt to clean his face with it.

Stripping of his pants you can see his already hard cock pressing against the fabric of his boxers.

“If you don’t want this tell me and I stop.” He whispers in your ear.

“Show me who the boss is Dean.” You moan spreading your legs for him again.

“Are you sure?”

“More than sure. Please I need you.”

Smiling he strips of his boxers and his cock springs free. Eyes widen your mouth waters at the sight. You would never call a cock beautiful but fuck it Dean’s is beautiful.

“Like what you see?” He asks a cocky grin on his face.

“Yeah, but I prefer to feel it.” You snap at him.

“Oh you will feel it. Going to make you feel me for days.”

Flipping you over he makes you yelp. You want to scold him but then you feel him kissing down your spine. He kneads your ass cheeks and god then he slides his huge cock through your soaked folds.

“Going to fuck you in this position.” He groans.

Pushing only the tip in he almost whines at the feeling.

“God, so big!” You whimper at the stretch.

“Shit how can you be so fucking tight?”

“…it’s been awhile since Mark.”

Pulling out again he lubes his dick with your slick before pushing back in. Spreading your legs wider you grant him more access.

Due to the huge amount of slick he can easily slide into you completely. Groaning Dean tries to calm down, tries to not come right away.

“Fuck you look so hot stuffed with my cock. Do you feel so full you look like?”

“God, fuck, yes. Please move, I can’t. I need to feel you move.”

“Fasten your seat beat.” Dean chuckles before starting to move. Gripping you hips roughly he starts pounding into you. Relentless he rams his huge cock into you, so deep he hits your cervix.

“Shit.” Is all you can say while you try to keep yourself upright with your hands. Meeting his thrusts you scream, moan and whine for the man behind you.

“So beautiful with my cock inside of you. Should’ve done this much earlier. Next time you talk back I stuff my dick into you hot mouth.” Dean grunts while getting even faster.

With punishing thrusts he almost manhandles you. The warm feeling in your belly gets stronger and stronger and right before you can reach your high Dean pulls out of you.

“No! What?” You protest. Flipping you onto your back he pushes back into you.

“Want to see your face when you come on my cock for the first time.” Dean groans.

Moving your legs around his waist he starts moving again. Hard and fast he fucks you right into the cheap mattress. Digging your nails into his back you finally fall over the edge.

Screaming his name you lock eyes with him while his rhythm falters. Snapping his hips against yours he stills his movement when his cum fills your pussy.

Resting his head in the crock of your neck he chuckles. “Should’ve done this much earlier to make you follow my orders.”

“Dream on!” You snap at him.

“What was that?”

“Do you really think one good fuck will make me obey?”

Giggling you stare up at him while he pins your hands above your head.

“Well, well who said we are done with you?” Sam asks.

“What?” You stammer.

“That was just foreplay. Now let’s get to the main act!” Sam states, starting to strip his clothes off.

Chuckling Dean watches your shocked features but he sees a hint of new arousal in your eyes when you watch Sam stripping of his clothes.

“Say the word and we stop.” Dean whispers in your ear.

Licking your lips you look at Dean and then at Sam. Moaning at the thought of having both men you smirk at Sam.

“Bring it Winchester!”

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[maultheshy]

Part 21

@mauldeservedbetter He practically writhed on the bed, keeping his hips as still as he could but his toes curled and his hands clenched tightly , his back arched and he cried out Loudly, the deep purr still going even now, as he panted and gasped, as she moved, and then with a final bounce of her hips she was completely seated, his cock fully inside her, to the hilt. His breath hitched and became ragged, his face flushed, eyes wide and clouded with pleasure and lust, his hands trembled with the strain of holding still, he felt like he was unraveling, and he looked deeply into her eyes, with so much emotion, and saw tears prick the corners of her eyes, and he felt his hearts clench, until she moved. Then all sentient thought fled his addled mind, his legs thrashed as the pleasure was so intense, with each thrust of her hips, he felt himself fall to pieces, just when he thought he was whole again she would move and he was lost all over again. His powerful muscles corded and tightened, she could see the power in his frame, waiting to be unleashed if only he was brave. please hold me against you… She whispered, and he was pulled upwards, propping himself on one arm as he pressed their bodies together and kissed her, parting his lips and licking hers, begging for more clumsily, parting the kiss after a moment, gasping. Asking about his horn, Maul shook his head. “I..I don’t know…” He panted, he grabbed her and pulled her down on top of him and lifted his legs up bending his knees and planting his feet firmly so he could utilize his formidable power. She nipped at his side horn and the dual pleasure that shot through him made him cry out, and he growled huskily and at her command, began to thrust upwards, powerfully into her tight wet core. Each thrust unraveled him more, but his stamina won out and he kept going, each deep impact sent an explosion of stars through his body. “Almeta…. You feel…. Oh gods…” He gasped out as he pumped into her, watching her breasts bounce against his chest, her lips and tongue working his horn base, gently nipping at it. Her walls gripped him so tightly. He was intoxicated. Almeta was just as much a writhing mess as he was. She clung to him moaning loudly. Thanking the Force her people had rapid healing, the pain was gone almost entirely, and all she felt was pleasure. One hand was slowly running along his back as the other was digging its nails into his head. She was completely lost in the ecstasy of it all. She gasped and moaned his name loudly as he hit just the right spot, she could feel something building up in her core as she urged him to go faster … harder. She begged him for more, and he gave what he could, and then it happened. The dam broke and she clenched tightly around him. Her hips grinding down on him, she screamed his name as her world unraveled, she could feel small droplets of blood around her fingers. “Oh shit …” she dug the nails of both her hands in so deep that she made him bleed, she gasped as he thrusted into her hard. She could feel another wave approaching her, she was just so sensitive at this point, she was sure to come again before he came even once if he kept up his pace. She clung tightly to him, pulling his head into the crook of her neck just next to her gills. “Bite … oh g-g-gods! Please bite them.” She moaned out. Maul growled again, a loud feral noise, as he felt her fingernails dig into his skin, making the pleasure increase even more. He was a mess, so many nerve endings were sending signals to his pleasure addled brain, he felt like he was having a nuclear melt down. She begged him for more, deeper…faster… Harder… He moaned her name “Almeta…..” And complied, thrusting with all his formidable strength deep, and hard, and so fast that his balls slapped against her ass, he felt like he was on fire. Then she came undone, screaming his name as she writhed, and he went as deeply as he could and hard as he could, and he felt her snap. The walls of her tight core clenched hard around him in waves, squeezing his heated cock, making him whimper with pleasure, as her orgasm ripped onto him. If he were a weaker man he would have come right then and there, but he was stronger than that. The pain fueled him, and made him go faster, then he slowed down and slid himself almost all the way out before slamming in completely, alternating between fast and slow, he tortured them both. She leaned down begging him to tease her gills and he felt himself twitch inside of her, it was so fucking gods damned sexy. He complied and began licking the tender folds of skin, teasing them with his tongue, gently sucking and biting, in a very sensual way, almost as if it was another part of her body entirely. He pounded harder, and felt her begin to tighten around him again, as he began to feel an invisible spring begin to coil inside of him, settling deep in his body. Almeta moaned his name loudly, arching her back into his chest. Oh gods! She knew he wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon, she clung to him, doing her best to match his thrust. She was thankful for the small moments where he slowed down, it was torturous but she needed it to calm down. She didn’t want to come again just yet, she wanted this to last as long as it could. She gasped softly and nuzzles her nose into his cheek. “Maul … Maul …” she gasped out, moaning loudly. “I … I do-don’t know h-how much more I-I-I …” she moaned his name loudly as his last few particularly hard thrusts hit that spot again and she was seeing stars as she closed her eyes tightly. She was trying so hard to hold it back but … but he kept hitting that spot, harder with each thrust. She lost that battle and clung to him tightly as he bit and licked softly on her gills, hearing that deep growl from his lips was the last straw, she let go. She dug her nails into him again and clung to him like a lifeline as her world shattered and she shouted his name loudly, the second time just as good as the first. Her body trembled and shook as she came back down from her high, moaning his name. “Maul … Maul come for me. Please, my Maul, come for me.” She moaned against his right temple, biting down on his horn there. Maul was struggling, his muscles could go like this for ages, but his mental capacity to hold on was unraveling with every thrust. He nails on his skin, the way her breath caught in her throat, her parted lips gasping for breath, lips rosy and plump from kissing, and from biting his horns, he felt a wave of desire wash through him like a cold ocean current. She moaned and gasped, as she told him she was on the edge and … Stars above… It was all just so erotic. The way her voice broke with harsh pleasure, the way she trembled, her body putty in his hands. He thrust harder and faster, remembering what had done it to make her loose herself last time, and felt her begin to fall as his teeth and tongue dragged along her gills. Her hands gripping him and digging her nails into his heated skin again and her back arched and she came in great shuddering waves around his throbbing cock, he had to choke back a cry at the intense pleasure, as he licked her gills faster drawing her pleasure out longer, teasing her, Caressing her. Her shouts of pleasure, the way she begged him to cum, it was all too much and his world came tumbling down, and the coiled spring released with a sharp shot and he screamed, he roared, his head slammed back into the headboard his horns splintering the wood, as he came unbelievably hard. “Almeta!!!! Annnhhhhh….. Gods…. I can’t… I’m cumming for you….. Ahhhh…Ahh.. Ahh.!” He cried out as he felt his hot seed shoot into her over and over, growling and hissing as he climaxed. His whole body arched, and his legs thrashed, the claws of his toes, curling and gripping the sheets tearing them, as he writhed. His back arched again, and again as the waves upon waves of pleasure hit him like a bolt of lightning, arcing and traveling through every inch of his body igniting his very soul. Finally he was spent and lay there panting, and trembling, his eyes heavy with pleasure, and desire, his cheeks a dusky red, as he was flushed from what had transpired. He sighed deeply, his breath ragged as he pulled her down against his chest, panting together in the now ruined bed. And smiled.