#i just want to run my fingers through his hair and call him bambi

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“Padfoot?” Harry asked, scrambling up to the table beside Sirius. He slapped his grubby little hands up on the table that was taller than he, and peaked over it to get a look at what Sirius was doing, “What’s that?”

“These are taxes.” Sirius said calmly, reaching down to grab Harry by the waist and hoist him up onto his own lap, “It’s things adults have to do with money. It’s very boring.”

“Do you have to do writing?” He asked, poking the page with a… green finger.

“Yes, a little bit.” Sirius said, grabbing Harry’s hand to get a good look at it, “Why are all of your fingers different colours, Bambi?”

“I wanted to be a rainbow!” He exclaimed, poking Sirius in the face, “Just like you!”

Beside them, Remus snickered, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Just like me, huh?” Sirius asked.

“Yeah.” Harry giggled, “Like you and uncle Moony.”

Sirius laughed and nudged Remus in the ribs, “Hear that Moons? It’s not just me.”

Remus rolled his eyes and shook his head, “You’re trouble, Harry.”

Harry giggled and smiled up at Sirius, “Do you get to do colouring on taxis?”

“Taxes, Sprout, they’re called taxes.” Sirius corrected, running a hand over Harry’s unruly hair, “And no, it’s so boring. No colours allowed.”

Harry poked out his tongue and blew a raspberry, “Can I help you? Maybe I can make it fun.”

“You can absolutely help me if you like, Remus has to help me too because I’m not much good at this stuff. I reckon you’ll be pretty good at it though, don’t you think?”

“Yeah! I’m good at everything.” Harry nodded, “Mummy says I’m the best ever.”

“Well, your mummy is right. Isn’t she, Moons?”

“She’d probably hex me if I said she was ever wrong.” Remus agreed, “So yes, your mother is always right, Harry. You are the best ever.”

Proudly, Harry grinned and stuck his hands up in the air. Sirius tugged him into a big hug and kissed the top of his head before they settled comfortably in their shared chair.

Harry listened carefully as Remus explained each step to Sirius, and together they figured out how to do Sirius’ taxes.

Once that task was done, Remus left for work and Harry followed Sirius through their little house towards the laundry.

“Can I help, please, Padfoot. Mummy says I’m so helpful.”

“Absolutely you can help me, Harry.” Sirius grinned, opening up the washing machine and pulling out all the wet laundry. “I’ll carry this basket outside because it’s very heavy, but maybe you can help me hang everything out, how does that sound?”

“Okay!” Harry shouted running off in the other direction, “I’ll go get your sunglasses!”

“They’re beside my bed!” Sirius called back, chuckling to himself as he loaded up the basket.

He met Harry by the back door, and the little boy was huffing and puffing from his run throughout the house, looking for Sirius’ sunglasses and his own pair that had gotten lost in the mess of his own little room for sleepovers.

They both put their shades on, looking super cool and awesome in them together, and went outside into the summer sun to hang the laundry.

Harry was very helpful, as he said he would be, and handed Sirius each individual item from the basket so he could hang them out. Harry wanted to help hang things up too, because he said it looked fun, but he was too short to reach the clothes line. Sirius did put the boy on his shoulders at one point to hang a few of his own little socks and undies out.

Harry was very satisfied to be helping. Sirius finds it’s adorable how Harry just wants to hang around him all the time, even when he’s doing perfectly mundane things like laundry and taxes. But he supposed he used to be the same with James.

When they were younger, Sirius would follow James everywhere, and he’d watch when James wanted to do extra homework, he’d watch when James polished his broom, and he’d hang around when James wanted to read his magazines. They were best friends, of course Sirius wanted to spend every waking minute with James.

It fills him with so much pride to be that best friend to little Harry. It makes him so happy to know that Harry likes to plod around behind Sirius, doing the most boring of things, simply because he enjoys Sirius’ presence.

Sirius and James may be the best of friends, but they’re nothing compared to the friendship Harry and Sirius have created. They’re together as much as they possibly can be. When Harry was really little, he’d often get confused and call Sirius “dad”, which only made James extremely happy of course.

After the laundry was hung out, they popped back inside for a spot of tea and muffins before getting ready to head out for the day. Harry put his favorite t-rex shirt on, and the boots Sirius bought him for his last birthday. Sirius also wore his boots, and his T.Rex shirt so they’d sort of match.

They both took their leather jackets and wore their matching “cool guy” sunglasses.

Sirius isn’t allowed to take Harry on his motorcycle without adult supervision (James does not count as adult supervision), so they walked down the street, hand in hand, to the bus stop to head into town.

Harry had a wonderful time on the bus, as he always does. He likes to press his face up against the window and watch the world zoom by. It fascinates him how they can move so fast without feeling the wind in his hair or anything, unlike flying on a broom. He thinks it’s brilliant.

He also had a lovely chat with an older lady on the bus. Harry likes to talk to strangers, which became a bit of an issue a few months ago when he’d just wonder off with them. Luckily none had been of the evil sort and helped him find his family again, but it was certainly a problem. He’s better now though, only talking with strangers when someone he knows is also there.

So when an older lady sat across from them on the bus, Harry got chatting away. She told Sirius he was such a lovely boy, and that he should be a very proud dad. Harry and Sirius both had a bit of a giggle about that, and Harry corrected her by calling Sirius his “bestest friend in the entire world and also my uncle”.

When they finally reached their stop, Sirius had to pick Harry up and carry him away because all he wanted to do was chat with the lady. He was very upset to get off the bus, but Sirius bribed him with a lollipop later, so Harry calmed down.

“What’s this place?” Harry asked as they walked through the double doors of the optometrist.

“It’s where you go to get glasses.”

“Oh…” He furrowed his brow, “Did daddy have to go here?”

“Yep.” Sirius nodded, “He has to come back every so often, too.”

“Why are we here?” Harry asked, skipping along beside Sirius as they walked up to the counter, their hands intertwined.

“Because Moony thinks I need glasses, even though I think he’s wrong. But also… you might need glasses too.”

“Like daddy?”

“Yeah, like daddy.” Sirius smiled, “We have to get a little test done, but don’t worry, it’s not scary, just a bit weird. And I’m gonna be there the whole time.”

“Okay.” Harry shrugged, “Can I get glasses like daddy?”

“You can get whatever glasses you want, if the eye doctors say you need them.”

“Okay!” Harry grinned, jumping on the spot.

When the pair were finally called in for their assessment, Sirius went first to help calm some of Harry’s rising nerves. He sat in the chair and confidently named all the letters the optometrist pointed out to him. Once all his tests were done, and Harry was squirming in his lap, excited and ready to take his own tests, the optometrist delivered some shocking news.

“Yeah, you really need some glasses.”

“Shit.”

“Bad word!” Harry gasped, “You’re not allowed to say that.”

“Bullocks, then.” Sirius corrected, “Bloody Remus, why is he always right?”

Harry was very brave through the bulk of his tests, it was only when the optometrist had to get up close to his eyes did he grab onto Sirius and squeeze his wrist so hard that he has little half moons indented in his skin from Harry’s nails.

Nevertheless, Sirius was proud of him, and he told Harry so much. Together, they wondered through the store, hand in hand, and picked out their glasses.

Harry picked a pair similar to his dads, round, black wire frames that were almost bigger than he was. He loved them though, and thought he looked amazing in them, and Sirius thought he was too adorable to not let Harry get them.

Sirius picked out some semi rimless tortoiseshell glasses that suited his face well, and didn’t draw too much attention whilst still accentuating his eyes. When he asked for Harry’s opinion, Harry just said, “You look really smart!”

Sirius looked back at his own reflection and realised he did look pretty smart, and decided he should buy them because Remus would probably find him really attractive.

Once the glasses were bought and they both stepped out wearing them, they headed down to the store to buy some groceries. Tonight, Harry wanted to help cook dinner with Sirius because they were having a big family tea. Lily and James were coming over, as well as Uncle Wormy, Aunt Mary, and Lele (or, Marlene, who refused to be called an aunt because she did not feel responsible enough for that title. Harry calls her Lele, and is the only one allowed to do so, because when he was smaller he couldn’t pronounce Marlene, or Marls, or Marlie, so he automatically shortened Marlie to Lele).

Harry got to sit in the trolley as they wandered around the store, and he was very helpful when grabbing the food they needed and putting it all in the bottom of the trolley in a very organised manner. All the cold things were on one side, all the not cold things on the other, all the big things at the back, and all the little things at the front. Sirius was very impressed with his organisation.

“What do you think, Bambi?” Sirius asked, stopping by the meats, “Would you prefer roast chicken, or roast lamb for tea?”

“Uhm…” Harry thought, tapping his chin as he inspected the meat isle, “Lamb because it’s bigger and I’m so hungry.”

Sirius giggled and grabbed the lamb, handing it to Harry to organise in the trolly, “Careful, muscle man, it’s heavy.”

“Woah!” Harry wobbled as he took it in two hands, carefully crouching down to put it where he wanted it to go, “It’s okay, I’m getting really strong.”

“Yes you are.” Sirius grinned, beginning to push the trolley again, “You’re almost stronger than I am.”

Harry giggled, very giddy on the compliment. Sirius adores how easy it is to get Harry in a giddy state, he gets so adorably flustered anytime anyone gives him a compliment, Sirius can’t help but compliment him all the time.

Honestly, it’s probably a little selfish of him, but he supposed it’s a good thing anyway, that he wants to dote on Harry all the time. He never grew up understanding what it felt like to be loved, he never had the adults in his life compliment him, or encourage him, or help him when he got things wrong, so he does all these things double for Harry.

It makes him so incredibly happy to know that the little rascal is growing up with such a loving environment around him, and with so many people who care about him so viscerally. So who gives a fuck if it’s selfish, at least Harry gets to feel pure happiness every single day, and gets tucked into bed at night with forehead kisses and story times, and at least he knows what it feels like to be loved.

He can’t help himself when he leans over and scruffs up Harry’s hair, and honestly, darn Remus because now he can see the twinkle of admiration in Harry’s eyes even better. Sirius flicks him on the end of the nose, which makes Harry giggle, and they spin around the corner to continue with their shop.

“We need to remember to get some mint when we go back past the vegetables, so we can make some mint sauce. Do you think you can remember that, smarty pants?”

“I will try my best.” Harry smiles, standing up and facing the front of the trolly to point Sirius in the right directions, because he’s in charge here, that’s the rules, according to Harry. “Can we please get some pudding?”

“I think that’s a great idea.” Sirius smiled, “What are you thinking? Maybe some icecream? Or something warm?”

“Icecream with lots of toppings!” Harry shouted, turning back to look at Sirius, “Can we have strawberries and grapes?”

“Ooh, that sounds super yummy.” Sirius grinned, “And chocolate sauce and sprinkles too?”

Harry giggled, “Yes please.”

“Lead the way, captain!” Sirius bellowed out, and Harry turned to point him in the wrong direction, and they spent the next ten mineuts getting lost in the store.

By the time they got to the register, Sirius realised he’d forgotten the mint.

When Sirius raced back to the front of the store, to find Harry standing there anxiously with fully packed bags and an impatient cashier, he panted out a quick apology, scanned through the mint, and rushed Harry out of the store with their shopping.

“Sorry, Harry.” Sirius grumbled, switching the bags around in his hand to get a comfortable grip on them, “I know you hate being left up there by yourself.”

“She didn’t even want to talk to me!” Harry pouted, carrying a whole bag of shopping by himself. He looked like he was struggling with it, but when Sirius asked if he needed a hand, he promised he was strong enough to carry it himself.

“Well, she must have sucked. Some people are so boring, aren’t they?”

“Yeah.” Harry moped.

“But, if it’s any consolation, I bought you a giant sized lollipop like I promised.”

“Giant?” Harry asked, bewildered as he looked up at Sirius.

“Giant.” Sirius whispered back, like it was a wonderful secret, “It might even be bigger than you.”

Harry laughed so brightly, almost tripping over his own feet he was so distracted by it, “You’re so silly, Paddy.”

“I know, I know, I’m just the silliest.” Sirius laughed along with him, “You can eat it on the bus, if you want. But you won’t be allowed to eat it when your mum and dad come over, or they’ll get me in trouble for letting you have so much sugar.”

“Okay, I’ll keep a secret.” Harry whispered, absolutely delighted by the thought of keeping secrets from his parents.

“Good boy.” Sirius grinned down at him, “Come on, we’re almost at the bus stop.”

On the ride home, Sirius started up a game of I-Spy, which Harry roped a couple of teenagers on their way home from school into playing. They were two girls, each with hair bigger than their backpacks, who giggled whenever Harry said something adorable.

Sirius only stopped giggling with them when one of the girls made a comment about how Harry had a really cute dad too. Which of course, Harry didn’t pick up on and only corrected them the same way he had that old lady earlier today, but Sirius very pointedly didn’t continue any conversation with them out of pure discomfort.

On the short walk back from the bus stop to Sirius’ house, Harry started to struggle even more with his shopping bag. The big day had started to catch up with him, and the little boy started to get tired, tripping over his own feet and going unnaturally quiet. Not only that, but carrying an entire shopping bag whilst also trying to eat a jumbo lollipop seemed to be a very hard task.

“Oh, Harry, would you be able to grab my keys out of my pocket? I’ve got my hands full.”

“Me too!” Harry groaned. He had a tendency to get grumpy when he’s tired.

“Yes, yes, just put that bag down for a second- here, hand it to me, there you go.” Sirius nodded, taking the bag from Harry, “And hand me your lollipop- good boy.”

Harry reached into Sirius’ pocket and pulled out the house keys, finding the right one to stick in the door, “Got them.”

“Great job.” Sirius smiled, handing the lollipop back to Harry, but keeping the bag, “And there’s all your things back, good job. How about some I-Spy?”

“Okay.” Harry shrugged, too distracted to notice that Sirius had kept the shopping bag. It wasn’t very heavy, it just had a loaf of bread, the mint, some crisps, and a punnet of strawberries in it, but that was a lot for such a little boy. Sirius knew he wouldn’t give the bag up willingly, not wanting to look weak in front of his cool Uncle Padfoot, so Sirius has to get smart about these things.

Luckily, Sirius knows his nephew well enough to do these things smoothly.

They played a lazy game of I-Spy the rest of the short walk home, and Harry cheered up a little without the extra weight in his hands. He was pretty happy to be the one who unlocked the door when they got there, and ran inside to greet Libby the lizard.

Libby was a bearded dragon Sirius had purchased on a whim one afternoon about two years ago. He and Harry had been out on a walk and popped into the pet shop so Harry could look at all the puppies and kittens, and when he saw the lizard he thought it was so hilarious and cool that Sirius brought it for him.

When Lily found out, she was furious. James was laughing his arse off, just thankful it wasn’t a cow, because Harry had previously been asking for a pet cow and he knows how easily Sirius bends to Harry’s will, especially when he pulls out the puppy dog eyes.

Lily said Harry could keep the lizard if he wanted, but it had to live at Sirius’ house, so of course Sirius agreed. At age three, Harry had a pet lizard he named Libby because there wasn’t much else he knew how to say, and Sirius took care of it for him.

The pair quickly unpacked all the bags, gave Libby her dinner, and then had a little break after their big day of walking around. Sirius made them both some tea and biscuits, and Harry did some colouring whilst they chatted.

Sirius got started on the dinner preparations whilst Harry continued to do some colouring, still too tired to help out just yet.

In the lounge, they had Led Zeppelin playing on the record player, because they were one of Harry’s favorites. Immigrant Song is Harry’s favorite, he likes to sing along to the “Ah ah aahhhhh ah” part.

Mindlessly, Sirius chopped up the vegetables for roasting, singing and dancing along to the tunes vibrating through the house.

After flipping the record, very carefully, as he had been taught by his uncles, Harry pondered into the kitchen and stepped up on his little helping-out-stool, and layed all the veggies out on the tray and covered them in oil and seasonings.

“Very good job, Harry.” Sirius smiled, taking the lamb out of the packet, “Go wash your hands again and you can help me season the meat, yeah?”

“Okay.” Harry grinned and skipped off to clean up.

Whilst waiting, Sirius turned the oven on to preheat and washed his own hands at the kitchen sink. When Harry returned, they got to smothering the meat in seasonings together and plopping it on the rack over the vegetables.

“Now, whilst that’s cooking we’ll make up the mint sauce, and then that’s all done.” Sirius smiled, “Should we prepare dessert now as well?”

“I think so.” Harry nodded, “Then we can be more fancy, like a restaurant, when everyone gets here.”

“Right you are, Sprout.” Sirius winked at him, grabbing the mint out of the fridge and instructing Harry on how to help.

They pottered around each other, and Harry did a very good job of stirring the sauce as Sirius quickly diced up the strawberries for dessert. And once everything was done, they got started on setting the table.

Remus came home about midway through their process, smiling at the inviting smell of a roast dinner. The full moon was approaching, Remus was even more appreciative of a good lamb roast than ever.

“Hi, love.” Sirius smiled, wandering over to kiss his partner hello.

“Hi.” Remus melted, kissing Sirius’ cheek back, “I see I was right?”

Sirius groaned, “Shut up- don’t Harry and I just look so flash in our new glasses?”

“Oh, look at you!” Remus smiled as Harry started to show off a bit, “Two very handsome men, you are.”

Harry giggled, hugging Remus’ leg, “Thanks, Uncle Moony!”

“Now, go shower and change.” Sirius said, shoving Remus towards their room, “We’ve got dinner to cook and guests to greet. Go, go.”

“Cute apron.” Remus smiled, backing away, “Pinks certainly your colour.”

Sirius flipped him off, one hand subconsciously smoothing over the frilly apron James had jokingly gifted him one Christmas.

Harry dragged Sirius back into the kitchen just in time to pull the roast out of the oven, and it smelt delicious. So delicious in fact, that Harry actually started drooling as he stared at it.

Sirius laughed his arse off, quickly wiping the boys chin before it dribbled down his shirt.

Once they had both calmed down a little, and Harry’s embarrassment had subsided, they got to cutting up the meat and plating. Harry was very helpful in this process, using the little tongs in the shape of dog paws to dish out all the vegetables into serving bowls, as well as transferring the cut off slices onto a platter for easy serving.

Once the table was all set and ready, and Harry was satisfied with how everything looked, he rushed over to put on some good “eating dinner” music as their family started to arrive.

Together they all sat around the dinner table, Harry at the head with Sirius right beside him at his request, and shared a lovely meal together.

James was almost rendered to tears when Harry told him he picked the glasses that looked most like his dads. Sirius had to hold his hand whilst he sobbed over his carrots.

Once the meal was done, Harry begged for another sleep over at his Uncle Pads because they had the best time ever doing big people things tomorrow. Sirius, of course, agreed, and the both of them begged James and Lily for another sleepover. Besides, Sirius had more mundane things to do tomorrow, and Harry always finds a way to make those things fun.

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Anyway, I love Sirius and Harry’s friendship and I also love the marauders just doing normal people things so I thought why not?

This was great because I haven’t been able to write in ages cause some personal shit happened and my mind has been mush ever since and I’ve had all these writing ideas but no motivation or energy to write so this was really really fun. I didn’t put too much energy or effort into it, you know, it’s a pretty basic fic but I still think it’s fun.

Thanks for taking the time to read! I’d really appreciate reblogs and comments, they always make my day <3

#perfectly mundane #jay writes #sirius & harry #sirius black #harry potter #sirius and harry are the best of bestest friends #harry idolises the shit out of his cool uncle sirius #also Harry being fascinated by the bus is such an adorable thought to me #James is such a proud dad he cries about everything Harry says or does #wolfstar #jily #they all lived #the marauders #dead gay wizards #uncle padfoot #dadfoot #uncle moony #remus lupin #lily evans #James potter #fan fic #ficlet #marauders ficlet #no war au

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Just Want to Play/ 3

Pairing- Mingi x Named Reader

Word count- 4.1k

Includes- Mingi is tattooed and nails painted black, angst, pussy eating, cum swallowing, bathroom sex, counter sex, missionary, from behind, slight choking, dirty talk, slow sex, love making, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

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Three months later

J POV

"Yes Mingi", I whimper as his tongue licks every inch of my pussy

I watch him as he eats me out, the sight of it never getting old

He has me on the sink counter in the club's bathroom, legs spread wide, on his knees, his tongue fucking into my pussy

The pleasure is astounding and I grip onto his hair for support, loving the way his fingers dig into my thighs

Mingi and I have successfully engaged in a friends with benefits situation

In the last three months we've fucked every day

Sometimes for hours, sometimes quickies, sometimes more than once

I can't get enough of him

The sex is fucking mind blowing every single time

We also hang out a lot, spending time together before and after fucking

Taking naps, cuddling, eating, watching movies, talking

It's been great

There's only one problem

In the three months we've had the friends with benefits, I have developed feelings for my best friend

Strong feelings

Romantic love feelings

And I'm terrified he doesn't feel the same

That he only wants sex, which is probably the case

He doesn't show any interest in me romantically, acting completely normal when we're not wrapped up in each other

And now I feel bad for calling San a coward

Now I know what he felt and I totally get it

I haven't said anything to Mingi and I don't think I will

I can't handle the rejection from him

So I just enjoy the time we spend together

His mouth moves around my clit, his tongue against it, sucking quickly and desperately, bliss increasing exponentially

I fuck his pretty face, his gorgeous brown eyes on me, staring into my soul

I fall into those eyes, moaning his name as his tongue pleasures me so fucking well

"Taste so good baby", he murmurs, "Pretty little clit throbbing hard for me"

"Mmm Mingi. Just for you. I'm just for you", I whimper, so close

He already made me cum twice with his tongue, working on another

I swear I have never cum so much with a partner before

He gives me at least five orgasms every time

He's not satisfied if I haven't cum a lot

I've never experienced that before

And I've never experienced the desire to please someone on the level I do with him

I don't even care about coming, I just want to make him feel good, want him to cum

He's seriously ruining me for anyone else

He sucks again and I fall over the edge, climaxing hard, pulling his hair as he moans in my pussy

His tongue flies all over, licking me through it, his mouth swallowing over and over

When I finish, he stands up, his face soaked in cum, undoing his pants

"Need to be inside you", he murmurs, dropping his pants and boxers, his cock so hard and leaking

He moves closer, his head spreading my pussy as he sinks into me

"Fuck", he groans, leaning against me, his face buried in my neck as I take his amazing cock

One of his hands moves to my clit, rubbing, making stars blast in my vision as he buries inside me to the hilt

My pussy immediately clenches on him, his low moan muffled in my neck

I move my arms around his neck, holding him to me as he starts thrusting

I run my fingers in his hair as pleasure fills my body, my cunt soaking his cock, sucking him back in with each stroke inside me

It's like my pussy just wants to keep him in

"Fuck you feel so good", he groans, "Always so good for me. So wet. So tight. Splitting right open for my cock"

"Yeah baby. Love your cock inside me", I tell him, "Don't want you to leave"

"I won't aegi", he murmurs, "I won't leave your sweet cunt"

"Mingi", I whimper, his head smacking my spot, my body shivering as pleasure invades

His shallow breathing in my neck reaches my ears, the sound so fucking erotic as it mixes with the squelching sound of his cock fucking me and our skin hitting together

"Need this cunt creaming my cock", he murmurs, "All the time. Need it. Need you"

He's not wrong

He's always just as horny as I am

We fucked before we came to the club

Wooyoung is celebrating his birthday, so all the guys took off and we came to the club

Mingi and I were here for half an hour tops before we slipped away and came to the staff bathroom

"Baby, fuck, cream my cock", he begs, "Cum on me. Need to feel how good it is"

"Soon baby", I moan, so close, "Fuck me Mingi"

"Always aegi"

His cock thrusts so hard into me, slamming my spot, my vision going blank as I shake uncontrollably in his arms, thrown into a massively pleasurable orgasm

I yell his name as he groans, feeling his cock fucking me through it, "Yes baby. Fuck, cum just like that. Yes. So good. Good girl. My good girl"

His words just extend the bliss and I hold onto him tightly for fear of falling off the counter

When I'm done, he pulls out, puts me down and turns me, bending me over her counter, his cock at my hole

"Mm stretch me on your cock baby", I moan as his cock slides into my cunt again, "Fuck so good"

He doesn't waste any time, fucking into me, the feeling of his cock ravishing me mind shattering

"God, you're so pretty", he praises

His hand moves around my neck, making me look up into the mirror

"Watch me fuck you", he murmurs, his big hard cock pulling out, the drag so fucking spine tingling

He shoves back in, forcing my hole open, his head slamming my spot, going in so fucking deep in this position

"Oh fff..", I murmur, grabbing onto the counter

"Watch how pretty you look on my cock", he growls, his hand tightening slightly, his hand tattoo moving as well, "So good for me. You fit around me perfectly"

I nod, gripping the sides of the counter so hard, my knuckles are white

His hand tightens a bit more, my heart pounding, breathing becoming a bit more difficult, my cunt getting extra tight around him from how utterly incredible it feels

I watch him move his lips to my ear, growling, his cock moving so deep, I can feel him in my stomach, "Do you feel it? Do you feel how good we are together? How you belong around me? How I belong inside you?"

"Yes Mingi", I cry, indeed feeling that

He is perfect for me, we fit so well together, like we were made for each other

"Fuck, you want to keep me inside you all the time. Your pussy sucks me back in greedily each thrust, like you can't get enough"

"I can't!", I sob, tears blurring the image of us in the mirror, "I can't get enough"

He chuckles, the sound so fucking hot, turning me on more

"Look at you", he demands, gently wiping my eyes, a stark contrast from how hard he's pounding into my pussy, "Look how you cry for my cock to keep fucking you. To keep ruining you"

I nod, hiccuping, my head in the clouds as he fucks me stupid

His hand slowly moves down my neck, his black painted nails so dark and pretty against my skin, his finger tattoos so striking

"My pretty little plaything", he murmurs in my ear as he continues to fuck into me, his other hand gripping my hip hard, "Loves my cock inside her"

"Yes", I breathe, not able to tear my eyes away from him in the mirror

He's so fucking captivating

Pleasure on his face but he's also looking at me, watching me

His hand moves into the top of my shirt, his hand pulling it down, popping my boob out of my bra

He wraps his hand around my boob, squeezing gently, his fingers pinching my nipple, making me soak him more

"Baby likes being played with while I wreck you on my cock", he smirks, "Don't you?"

I nod, wanting to cum so badly

His hand moves to my clit, rubbing circles while his other plays with my nipples, his dark eyes burning into me through the mirror

"Squirt for my cock baby and then I'll fill your pussy just how you like it"

"Oh fuck, Mingi!", I scream, his words the final push I need to topple into my orgasm

I feel myself squirt around his cock as my brain shuts off and I feel like I'm floating, the ecstasy so fucking intense, it's insane

"Good girl", is all he says as he sheaths his cock in, pumping his cum deep inside me

His throbbing cock keeps the pleasure going, my pussy milking him dry, the feeling of being full so satisfying

We finish together, breathing hard, his body still against mine

He whispers in my ear, "You take my cum so perfectly"

I shiver as he pulls out, his cum leaking down my legs

He reaches to the side of the sink, pulling out paper towels

He wets them then moves them down, against my pussy

I shiver, a small whimper coming from me and I lean against him

"Shh my pretty baby. Let me help you", he says, wiping his cum from me

"You don't have to", I say, knowing that my words fall on deaf ears

Mingi always takes care of me after sex, cleaning me up, massaging me, getting me water, food, cuddles

And he just shushes me when I tell him he doesn't need to do those things

"You were so good for me aegi", he says softly, "It's the least I could do"

After he wipes me down, he helps me get my panties, skirt and shoes back on

Only then does he clean himself up and fix his clothes

"Maybe you should fix your makeup Jo", he chuckles

I look in the mirror, laughing at how much of a wreck I look like

Like I was thoroughly fucked

Then I glance at him, "You need to fix yourself too"

He reaches up, finger combing his hair back, "Just my hair. The messy thing is in though"

I just smile, fixing my makeup and hair as best I can

"Ready?", he asks when I'm done

I nod and he opens the door to the bathroom, exiting first, me following

The loud music blasts in my face, erasing the little world of pleasure me and him were just in

"Well that was a long fuck", Wooyoung exclaims as we get back to the VIP area

"Shut up", Mingi growls, sitting on the couch with Yunho and Yeosang

There's no more room, so I sit on the other couch next to Seonghwa

Mingi takes a beer from the table and sips it, starting to talk to Yunho

It's always like this around the guys

Especially if we fuck while hanging with them

As if I don't exist

He just ignores me unless I'm sitting right next to him

Granted that just could be me in my own head

We're with our other friends and he wants to hang with them

He's with me all the time, so it makes sense he wants to actually talk to them when we're with them

It's just me being insecure and stupid

Wooyoung waves a group of girls into our section, them giggling and dispersing among the free seats left

Guess some of the guys want to get lucky tonight

A girl goes over and plops herself right in Mingi's lap, starting to talk to him

Her fingers play with his hair as she smirks, flirting and giving him what I guess is fuck me eyes

A jealous rage comes over me watching him smile at this girl and talk with her

Flirt with her

Apparently he knows her and knows her well enough to let her sit in his lap

To be comfortable in his lap

I know he's not fucking her, he wouldn't lie to me but maybe he used to fuck her

And maybe he's getting tired of me

My heart constricts at that thought but it makes sense

Especially if he has no feelings for me which by this interaction, I'd say he doesn't

My heart is pounding and I'm going to freak out if I don't get out of this VIP section

"Let's dance", I tell Seonghwa

"Uh what?", he raises his eyebrows

"C'mon", I say, grabbing his hand

He looks a little confused but gets up and follows me to the dance floor

I don't look at Mingi once

Let him flirt with his lap toy

Standing in front of Seonghwa, I move my arms around his neck, press against his body, his arms around my waist and we begin to move against each other

He's a good dancer but my body is screaming that this is wrong

My body is screaming for Mingi

I ignore the feeling and dance with Seonghwa, both of us grinding against each other in the crowd

And I can't help but wish it was Mingi's arm around my waist, wish I was smelling Mingi instead of Seonghwa

But he's too busy with a skank in his lap

Oh my god, I have to stop fucking thinking about this

Mingi doesn't care and I shouldn't either

It's just sex

"You ok?", Seonghwa asks

"Yeah", I answer, forcing a smile

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah why?", I ask, getting slightly irritated, "You don't want to dance with me?"

"It's not that, I just thought-"

"What? You thought what?"

Whoa, I need to dial it back

Seonghwa didn't do anything

He shrugs, "Just thought you'd want to dance with someone else"

He's talking about Mingi

I just shake my head, "I'm dancing with you"

"Yeah ok", he answers and we go back to dancing

Suddenly I feel a hand around my arm and when I glance up, it's Mingi glaring hard at me, then shooting a death glare at Seonghwa

"Come with me", he says stiffly, pulling me away from Seonghwa and after him

He pulls me into the closest bathroom for the second time tonight

"Get the fuck out", he roars at the people in it

They look scared shitless and scurry to the door, running out

Letting go of me, he closes the door and locks it as I walk across the room, crossing my arms, glaring at his back, wondering what the hell he's doing

"What the fuck are you doing?", he growls when he turns around, there's anger and ....hurt?

Yes hurt, on his face

What does he have to be hurt about?

I didn't have a guy sitting in my lap

"What are you talking about?"

"Why are you all over Seonghwa? Dancing and grinding on him?", he shouts

He has got to be kidding

"Me? What about you?", I yell, "Having that girl in your lap!"

"I was going to tell her to get off!", he yells back

Oh please

It was a good two minutes before I decided to dance with Seonghwa and that girl was still on him

"When? After five minutes? She was still on you when I went to dance with Seonghwa!"

"She wouldn't stop talking!", he bellows, "I was trying to get her to shut up so I could tell her to fuck off!"

I don't know if I believe him

And anyway it shouldn't matter

We are not together, I know this

I know he doesn't have feelings for me

It's nothing new

So I don't know why I'm letting this bother me so much

'Because you love him', a stupid voice I wish would shut the fuck up says in the back of my mind

"Why do you care who I dance with?", I snark

"Because I fucking love you!", he shouts, shocking the shit out of me, "I have been in fucking love with you for goddamn years!"

Wait what?

Years?

How the fuck did I not see?

Apparently I'm blind and so stupid

"And the one time I think you finally see me, that you might finally feel the same, you're dancing with someone else! All over someone else", he yells

My mind is still grappling with the fact that he feels the same as I do

Oh shit, he loves me too

"If all you're doing is using me for sex then it stops right fucking now!", he roars

Using him?

I'd never use him

When this first started I wanted him

I always wanted him, my feelings just developed later

I thought he just wanted sex

Through his anger I can see how hurt he is and I can see the love in his eyes

'He loves you too', the voice says

"Say something or I'm walking away", he demands, "And if I walk away then everything stops. I can't do it anymore"

I'm in such disbelief, everything still sinking in, his demand not penetrating fully yet

And silence reigns

"Fine", he says, starting to turn to the door and I panic

"Mingi!", I shout

He turns back to me, fear and hope swirling in his eyes

I don't think, I just run to him

He picks me up when I get to him, my lips crashing into his in an all consuming, mind shattering first kiss

He kisses me back with just as much passion, his arms holding me to him in a death grip, my fingers sliding in his hair, holding on

Stars blast in my vision from his lips, my whole world tilting and I know, it's him

It was always him, I just didn't know it before

I don't know how long we kiss for but for me, it's not long enough

And I can't believe we've never kissed before today

Stupid

When we finally pull away, I lean my forehead against his

"I love you Mingi", I tell him, looking in his beautiful brown eyes, "Don't walk away from me. Don't ever walk away"

He shakes his head, "I won't aegi. I swear"

"I won't walk away from you baby", I whisper, softly running my fingers on his cheek, "I promise. I love you"

"I love you", he says softly, "I only ever loved you. Only ever wanted you"

"Why didn't you tell me?", I ask softly

"I was scared Jo. You...you're my everything and I was scared I'd lose you. I'd rather be just friends then not have you in my life"

"You would never lose me Mingi. Never", I assure him, "You're my best friend. I would never stop that for anything in the world"

He nods, his eyes on mine

"And now you're mine", I say softly, relief in his eyes, "And I'm never letting you go"

"Don't baby", he whispers, "And I'll never let you go either"

I nod, "Deal"

"Deal", he whispers

I smile, looking down at my best friend, my now boyfriend, realizing how lucky I am

Leaning down, I press my lips to his, putting all my love into it, feeling his

"Wanna go?", he asks, after the kiss

I nod, "Yeah"

He smiles as he puts me down, his hand taking mine

I lace our fingers, smiling back at him

He opens the door and I follow him out

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Mingi POV

Her lips move against mine, her arms wrapped around my neck

I hold her in my lap, keeping her body against mine, her soft skin touching mine

Her hips rock back and forth, her pussy throbbing around my cock, keeping my head rubbing her spot, pleasure coursing through my veins

And I just get lost in her

After leaving the bathroom at the club, we told the guys we were heading out early and left while Wooyoung was whining

We came to my apartment and we've just been glued together ever since

I absolutely love her kisses, my mind and body exploding into fire when she kissed me for the first time

And I just can't get enough

I can kiss her forever and be totally content

Her tongue plays with mine, sending chills down my spine, her fingers running through the strands of my hair

She changes her movements to small soft bounces on my dick, the feel of her little pussy opening over and over for me so astounding

"Mingi", she murmurs, between kisses, "I love you"

My heart explodes in happiness every time I hear her say that to me

Needless to say I was utterly shocked when she told me she loved me

When that girl sat on me in the club it took everything in me not to shove her off my lap

I was panicking inside, knowing that Joanne saw that

Things have been different with her

She was more affectionate, more attentive to me and I thought that maybe she finally had feelings for me

So when that girl sat on me I was thinking of a way to get her off immediately

She just wouldn't shut up

I wasn't lying about that

When I looked back on the couch where Joanne was sitting, she was gone

And when I saw her dancing with Seonghwa, my heart dropped and I just got so jealous

So upset

I couldn't help yelling when we were in the bathroom

I wasn't yelling at her, I was just yelling at the situation

Telling her that if I walked away, everything would stop was the hardest thing I had to do

Because all I wanted was her

But I couldn't do it anymore

When she didn't answer I was so heartbroken

I was getting ready to leave, go home and just cry

But when she called my name, I couldn't help but hope

And when she kissed me and told me she loves me, I was on cloud nine

And I haven't come down yet

"I love you", I tell her

She kisses me as I hold her against me and turn us, getting her on her back, moving on top of her

Her legs wrap around my waist, her small hands flat on my back, slowly moving up and down, every nerve on fire

I slowly thrust into her, moaning in her mouth from how good she feels

So wet, so warm

She moans in my mouth, her legs tightening around my waist, her hips lifting and meeting my thrusts, making me slide in deeper

Breaking the kiss, I press my lips against her neck as we move together

I can feel every inch of her, every throb, every grip of her fingers, hear every moan, feel every shiver her body does

"Mingi", she whimpers, her pussy so tight around me

I slip back inside her, her orgasm starting as she calls my name

Ecstasy washes over me and I moan her name against her neck as my orgasm overtakes me as well

He pussy sucks on my cock, taking all my cum I give her, my body shaking against hers

We ride the pleasure together, clinging onto each other

It can't be more perfect than this

After, I pull out but she doesn't let go of me and I lay on top of her, my arms around her, keeping my face buried in her neck, smelling her scent that I'd know anywhere

"I love you Mingi", she says softly, running her fingers in my hair, kissing my forehead

"I love you Jo. Always", I whisper, feeling her smile against my skin

We lay together in comfortable silence, her fingers in my hair feeling so good

After awhile I feel my eyes closing as I become drowsy

I force my eyes open but she says, "Sleep baby. It's ok"

"Are you sure?", I yawn, "I don't want to leave you up by yourself"

She giggles, "Oh don't worry baby, I'm tired too. I'm sure I'll fall asleep soon. But for now I just want to hold you and put my big baby to sleep"

I lift my head, grinning at her, "Ok baby"

"Good. Now kiss me and let me play with your hair"

"Yes ma'am", I answer, pressing my lips against hers in a sweet loving kiss

Laying my head back down, I cuddle into her, my face in her neck again, her finger back to stroking my hair

"Good night baby", she whispers, kissing my forehead, "I love you"

"I love you", I answer, "Good night baby"

Closing my eyes, I can't help but smile happily as I fall asleep in my aegi's arms

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legacies | ch.1

synopsis — a fiery (y/n) newly enters a university campus dominated by the three trust fund brats. she’s not going to take their shit and they’re not going to let her off so easily either. will this rivalry evolve into friendship, lust or love?

genre — college drama, angst, slow burn

disclaimer — 18+ ; strong language and sexual content

chapter index:

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | coming soon

ch.1

Tongue smugly rolling in his cheek like he's got the biggest cock in the world, his doe eyes scan the lecture hall for his next victim the second he has stepped inside dripping in utmost arrogance. Tucking both of his thumbs into the leather belt on his crisp, black trousers, he pulls them up in an attempt to openly adjust his balls, a proud smile curling up on his thin lips at the sight of everyone lowering their gaze into their desk to avoid his intimidating one. Every student except for you, of course. He chuckles to himself when your eyes lock in with one another, as if you have just called on a death wish he's so happy to carry out for you, his long legs now strutting in your direction past several rows of seats with a pep in his step.

You're fascinated by his appearance despite his vain outward projection, which usually is a huge turnoff for you, but the satisfying balance between his visibly muscular body and childlike face somehow holds of much interest to you. His jet black hair's longer in the back, a soft twirl to the tips of his bangs parted in the center up front, which he's already messily pushed back with a run of his fingers a few times on his way over to you. The equally black and slim backpack he's carrying is loosely strapped onto one shoulder, almost ready to fall off any second, but it doesn't even look like he cares about losing it anyways.

"Get lost, you ugly fuck" he spits his vicious venom at the innocent guy sitting next to you, the poor kid jumping out of his seat right after hearing the boy's command like a lizard that's gotten its tail cut off. And just like that, you've instantly lost your growing interest in him, the way he's just needlessly treated his peer with such malice the cause of your undeniable irritation. The boy with the round eyes sinks down and occupies the newly emptied chair, his body then bossily turning to the side towards you, but before he can say a word, the sound of the metal doors slamming shut indicates someone's just entered the room.

"What's Jeon Jungkook done today?" your music composition professor routinely muses out loud, clearly having gaged the chilling silence definitely means something's off. His kitten shaped eyes hone in on none other than the pretty boy reclining back in his chair next to you, who's now stretching his legs out with a bored yawn before shamelessly lifting his polished black shoes up and resting them criss cross on top of the desk.

"I was just welcoming the new girl with open arms, Mr. Min" Jungkook shouts across the classroom while extending his arm out, the soft material of his white button up shirt grazing your shoulder as he snakes his arm around you, his palm vigorously squeezing the edge of your collarbone to unnecessarily assert his dominance. You internally cringe at this superfluous act of toxic masculinity, the need to want to instantly push him off bursting through you like a flame, but you hold yourself back from making a scene right then and there, not really wanting to start trouble on your first day at university. He breaks his eye contact with professor Min, now turning his head to the side in your direction again, a cocky smirk forming on the edge of his mouth as he flickers his gaze between your bemused eyes down to your frowning lips.

"My legs are open for you anytime too... if you want" Jungkook slyly whispers, barely audible this time so only your ears are met with his lewd comment, his disgusting nature now ticking you off beyond your own damn control.

"No thanks. I'd rather die."

The cast in his bambi eyes flips a dramatic switch at your instant blazing refusal to fall as his pitiful prey, a bruised anger firing up in them with each passing second while his jaw begins to clench. He lets out an offended sigh when you pick your hand up off of your thigh and smack it down on top of his, which is still assertively grasping at your collarbone. Your fingers then forcefully peel his grip off of you before you savagely throw his arm away, making it fall and pathetically hang in the air behind your chair.

"You're gonna pay for this, you bitch" he threatens between gritted teeth, the simple poker face you reply back with clearly catching him off-guard, as if you're the only person who's displayed an indifference towards his threats, like you're the only one not affected by the risk of being stifled by him. You've interacted with plenty of assholes like him before though, making him absolutely no special than the rest of them.

"Ahem right... well... uh, let's keep all of our body parts to ourselves then. Welcome to my class (y/n)! Feel free to reach out to me if you need any assistance — and get your feet off the desk, Jeon. NOW!"

Whipping your gaze away from Jungkook in a roaring flash, you smile and nod at the awkward little professor standing by the front board with respect, burying your head into your books right after while the insolent boy next to you curses and lowers his legs back down onto the ground. You're trying to follow along as Mr. Min goes over musical note formation and the theoretical approach to composition, but Jungkook keeps distracting you with the way he's incessantly typing out text messages on his phone under the desk, not paying any attention to the lecture whatsoever. He's getting nonstop replies back indicated by the constant buzzing of the phone on his lap, a soft slap of his palm on the desk top making you look up at his obviously stunning side profile, which you secretly hate to admit. "Finally."

Just as Jungkook's finished murmuring the word, the metal doors of the lecture hall fly open with a boom, two rather handsome yet unknown boys in their uniforms casually strolling in with ease as if they own the building. The one walking up front is slightly shorter than the lean boy lingering behind, the leader's tiny fingers running through his silky blonde hair with style before he slaps down a piece of paper on professor Min's table.

"A note from dean Kim. A new teacher's just joined the staff. You've to go greet her, Min."

You're shocked by how the boy speaks so informally with the professor, not even an ounce of respect in his tone of speech while he keeps boring into Mr. Min's eyes with an unusual powerful intimidation. You catch yourself wondering if all the boys at this university are so haughty and full of themselves, a rather discouraging feeling before you've even fully began your new experience here. The professor slowly looks down at the folded note, his pale veiny hands picking it up and opening it before cautiously reading each and every word, his gaze then turning up to the two boys still towering over him before he sternly mutters to the blonde one through pursed lips.

"Watch your attitude, Park Jimin."

"And you watch your paycheck. My dad might just cut you off if I slip in the word... See ya."

Your head immediately tilts towards Jungkook as his sadistic chuckle breaks the deep silence that's hollowed out the classroom after Jimin's nasty snap back at the professor. Quickly standing up in his seat, Jungkook looks down and throws daggers at you with one last mean look, then swaggering his way over to the front of the lecture hall just as Mr. Min begins timidly gathering his things in defeat.

"Who are these guys...?" you mumble to the classmate sitting on your other side, your chest rising up with an outrage after watching Mr. Min quietly exit the room in the most helpless looking way possible. The three boys unite and giggle together in a circle like the ridiculous jerks they are, the tallest one affectionately putting his arm around Jungkook's neck in a headlock as Jungkook high fives Jimin and starts gossiping with the both of them.

"Jimin and Taehyung are seniors, and Jungkook always hangs around them despite being our age. They're all legacies, you know? The rich kids who's families fund the university. No one dares to cross them... not even the professors. I'd stay away from them if I were yo—"

Your classmate's already hushed voice cuts to total silence when all three boys suddenly spin on their heels and turn around to face you, your eyes now widening with a tinge of uneasiness when Jungkook extends his arm up and points directly at you with his index finger.

"Hey! New girl! Come here!" Jimin loudly exclaims with a clap of his hands, his demeanor unnervingly off with how his plump lips crack into the prettiest smile all of sudden. His puppy eyes are practically shimmering with happiness as he keeps dreamily gazing into yours, his palm now excitedly waving at you and ushering you to start walking towards him.

"You're fucked..." is the last thing you hear your classmate mumble before you confidently stand up, both of your feet slowly creeping up towards the tall boys who are patiently waiting for you just up ahead.

The closer you inch in their direction, the more you get to observe the minute details of their facial features, their visuals sickeningly perfect like a timeless beauty, no doubt. Taehyung's got a straight nose and a set of almond shapes eyes, piercing into you with his steely gaze, although a softness lurks underneath his threat, that softness absolutely lacking in Jungkook's big terrorizing eyes that are ready to stab you anytime with their cold look. Jimin appears somewhat balanced with the most approachable body language out of the three of them, his overall stature less intimidating with his prettier spirit, a small smile now forming on your lips to mimic Jimin's when you finally stand in front of him with a slight nervousness settling in your throat, which you don't even really know why you're feeling.

"What's your name? I'm Jimin, this is Taehyung, and that's Jungkook! It's very nice to meet you" he kindly grins down at you, your eyes following his index finger as he points out his closest companions to you. Taehyung gives you a nod of acknowledgement with a faint hint of a smile, but Jungkook merely scoffs while rolling his eyes at you in pure disgust. Your palm begins to feel an increasing itch and desire to slap him hard across that soft little face of his, but you get distracted by how Jimin extends his arm out to you for a handshake.

"I'm (y/n). Thanks! It's nice to meet you too."

"Oooh that's a pretty watch! Is it new?" Jimin curiously questions as his eyes trail down to your wrist, his fluffy palm still holding onto yours even though you're done shaking hands. You're flattered by his sweet compliment, your heart fluttering against your own will by how he's not letting go of your hand, his effortless charm breaking your daze and making you fall into the trap of answering him with a buzz.

"It was actually my grandma's watch! She gave it to me as a keepsake before she passed away."

"Awww can I see it?"

You can't help but be stupidly whipped by Jimin's charisma, your enchanted brain unable to even register that in the moment, your set of fingers now swiftly curling around the band of your watch before you start unhooking it, your eyes still meeting Jimin's cute smiley ones. He smoothly lets your palm slip out of his clasp, taking the watch you're now handing to him with an eerie calmness to his actions, really observing the details on the vintage piece, which holds an incredible value in your heart.

"You wanna take a look at it too, Jungkookie? Oh shit... oops!" Jimin gasps in a big jolt when the watch falls out of his grip and hits the tiles with a clink, his body halfway turned back towards Jungkook since he was attempting to pass your item to the youngest one. What happens next leaves you in a state of wild trauma, your breath painfully halting in your chest after your eyes are met with the horrifying scene in front of you.

"Told you I'd make you pay" Jungkook loathingly hisses at you, his foot raising up and stomping out your watch with a crushing force, shattering your prized possession into tiny little pieces at once. The several sharp gasps from the students sitting behind you ground you back into reality after the terrible blow to your heart, a wetness starting to form on the rim of your eyelashes, although you're fighting your very best to hold back the brimming tears. You simply cannot allow the boys to win the satisfaction of getting to you, your insides shaking with a raging fury, although your outward composure remains as calm as you can physically maintain in the moment. Hold your honor high. Don't stoop to their dirty level.

"You shouldn't have done that, Jungkookie."

Your attention from your own thoughts fiercely diverts from Jungkook's menacing face to Taehyung's concerned look as he speaks out against the cruel boy, much to your surprise, but both Jungkook and Jimin ignore his words as if they didn't even hear him speaking. Taehyung's expressions turn dark while he sternly grits his teeth and lets out a deep sigh, bending down to rest his knees on the floor in order to help pick up the salvageable remains of your watch. You're beyond confused by this act, your mind not knowing whether to be warmed by Taehyung's touch of kindness or be suspicious of him even more, but regardless, you take a step forward to join him in the cleanup process. Jimin doesn't let you though, proceeding to stop you dead in your tracks by treading up and blocking your path with his wide chest shoving in your face.

"If you cross any one of us ever again, you'll be dealing with a worse fate."

Your skin crawls with goosebumps witnessing Jimin's personality switch from the oozing bubbly appeal to the mortifying death stare he's now threatening you with, your consciousness actually making you question his level of sanity. With one last look at your downcast lips, Jimin coldly snaps his head around and prances out of the lecture hall, his nose mightily pointing up to the ceiling while his boots obnoxiously clank onto the floor with each loud step. Taehyung's still delicately gathering the pieces of your watch scattered everywhere while Jungkook begins to foolishly giggle and wander in your direction, a smug smirk plastered on his face as he folds his arms across his chest and hovers in front of you exuding an annoying aura of pompousness.

"Maybe if you behave going forward, I might just pity you and buy you a new watch. A much classier one than that piece of shit you were weari—"

It all happens in a brisk flash, the deafening sound of your palm intensely slapping Jungkook's cheek echoing in the lecture hall like the crack of a whip, a dead silence following right after as Jimin stops walking and pauses by the metal doors. You can practically taste the tenseness encompassing the air in your mouth, all of the students now clenching to hold onto their breaths for dear life, an overwhelming amount of eyes strictly glued onto you and Jungkook.

Jungkook physically convulses from the anger surging up to his reddening face, his gaze peeling off of the floor and his head glowering up to stare into your eyes with the desire to kill you in that very moment embedded in those round orbs. Fully coming to terms with what you'd just brashly done, you instantly wish to escape out of this bumbling nightmare, your legs thinking for themselves even though your brain's numbing out, your body tumbling its way over to the door to exit out of the classroom without any additional confrontation with anyone. Catching a quick glance at Taehyung while you leave in a hurry, he throws you off completely with the gentle grin forming on his lips, his beaming eyes looking up at you and then at Jungkook with a thrill, as if he'd just enjoyed seeing the boy get a taste of his own medicine.

"Where do you think you're going, you bitch?! Come back here! This isn't over!"

Jungkook's screams can be heard even outside of the lecture hall, your shoulder brushing against Jimin's before you depart with full force, your petrified eyes only focused on the big long hallway up ahead of you instead of what you're leaving behind. You're not even sure where you're headed, your feet scurrying around in a frenzy as you try hard to increase the distance between you and the three boys as much as possible, now quite frankly lost in the humongous student campus. You think your mind's playing a trick on you when you suddenly hear a familiar voice yell out your name, your teeth digging into your bottom lip with the regret of being caught when you realize who it is by the sound of his soft raspy tone.

"Hey (y/n)! Wait up! Please."

Taehyung appears slightly breathless as he swiftly catches up to you, his long legs striding down the hallways in half the amount of time it took for you to reach here. He's got your backpack securely strapped onto one shoulder while his hands remain cupped, like he's holding onto something quite dearly. It isn't until he finally reaches all the way up to you that you realize he's got the leftover shattered pieces of your grandma's watch in his palms, a kind boxy smile gushing on his face as he extends his arms out to give you your belongings, leaving you in an utterly perplexed state of mind.

"Cheer up (y/n). This type of shit always happens around here. Now, come with me."

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5 • Operation: Charity Gala ... A Rescue Mission & Performance Review | OPERATION: FAKING IT ...?

5 • Operation: Charity Gala … A Rescue Mission & Performance Review | OPERATION: FAKING IT …?

Description: The morning after the night before, how will things change between you & Bucky, will the sexual tension finally be resolved or will you slip out of Bucky's grasp before he's even told you he loves you?

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger Reader

Word Count: 10k 😬

Warnings: NSFW, angst, abduction, guns, worried Bucky, Cute Bucky, Fluffy Bucky, Bucky with children, swearing, all the smut, p in v, unprotected, oral sex (M + F), public sex, Daddy kink (only twice), mentions of choking, unprotected sex.

A/N: One more chapter left after this, thank you for all the comments & likes on this, this does have the D-Word kink but I kept it down to a minimum but beefy Bucky kind of embodies it.

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A firm set of lips on your neck pulled you from your sleep, you were entirely warm, wrapped in a pair of strong arms, one noticeably cooler than the other. It didn’t take long for the smile to spread on your face as you heard Bucky’s gravelly morning voice.

‘Morning Sweetheart’

‘Morning.’ 

You giggled as he held you tighter & peppered you with kisses anywhere his lips could reach, this was heaven & the best hangover cure you’d ever had.

‘How you feeling? There’s some water & adville there for you.’

‘Hmmm the kisses are helping, you do take good care of me Bucky Bear.’

‘Always.’

‘What time is it? Should we get some breakfast? There’s a place near my apartment that would fix us up good & proper.’

With a kiss to the back of your neck he let out a long sigh, ‘Fury called, I have to go on a mission. Quick & easy, they don’t have anyone else that can speak 30 languages on call, so it has to be me.’

‘Oh, ok.’ You were disappointed, you wanted to spend every waking minute with him & then every minute of sleep in his arms, maybe your co-dependence with each other might need to be worked on if the thought of being away from him for a few hours was making you miserable & the temptation to beg Fury to let you join him overwhelming. You twisted around so you were facing him, like always he cradled you head in his hands running his thumb over your pout.

‘Don’t sulk darlin’, I’ll be back tonight & I plan on taking you on that date. Can’t waste another minute with my pretty girl.’

You nodded & leaned in for a kiss, another scorcher to add to the growing list, hungry yet tender, as he pulled away he wanted to make sure last night wasn’t some sick twisted dream that his fucked-up brain fabricated, ‘you still my girl?’

‘Always.’ You ran your hand through his hair, maybe he needed as much reassurance as you did that this whole thing was real.

His lips were back on yours whilst he spoke, ‘Gonna miss you, told Burtie to keep you safe.’

You giggled at him being such a teddy bear.

‘I’ll be fine, probably get some actual work done without ya.’ Your finger crawled up his chest as you said it, his lips moved straight to your neck, you were practically humping him as he did it. Nick Fury you motherfucking cock blocker.

‘Not my fault I’m irresistible Bambi.’

‘Hmm, guess not. What time you goin’?’

‘Now darlin, just wanted a kiss before I left.’

‘Ok, be safe & come home to me.’

You attached yourself to him, arms crossed around his neck, legs crossed around his back & your lips locked to his, he had rolled you over on your back & you could feel his whole length rutting against you.

‘You make it hard to leave darlin’, I’ll be home before you know it.’

‘Ok’ you wanted to say you loved him but instead you watched him get out of bed, try to tuck his very impressive erection into his tactical pants & with one final kiss leave you for the mission. This sucks.

You had been keeping Bucky updated on what you had been doing all morning, turns out he was as much of a distraction over texts as he was in your lab, not that you were complaining. You had caught up with Thor & Scott over breakfast about the rest of their nights after you & Bucky went to bed, apparently Nat gave Steve a lap dance after Scott dared her & you were told there was a recording which included a very red Steve & a very obvious Steve junior making an appearance once it was over. The re-enactment by Thor had you crying laughing, who knew he had such snake hips, Jane was a lucky lady. You of course updated Bucky with the story & promised to forward the video once you were in possession, he immediately reassured you it was to see Steve’s face not Natasha’s dance, like he knew the thought would be sat in your head the minute he asked. He was too sweet to you.

With the rest of the morning to yourself you decided a walk in the park with Burtie would kill some time whilst your Super Solider was otherwise occupied, you had both decided on a low-key night in date, so you wouldn’t be disturbed, nothing to do with the proximity of your bed. Nothing at all.  

…

The mission was dragging, all Bucky wanted to do was get home to you, cook you dinner then start something called Game of Thrones that you insisted he needed to experience & afterwards spend the night buried in you until you couldn’t take any more. 

Unfortunately, the ambassador he was currently listening in on was taking his sweet time in the bathroom, he had all the information they needed but had to stick around until he left, just in case he spilled any more state secrets to the obvious bad guy he was meeting with.

He quickly checked his phone to see if you had messaged him after he had gone incognito, there was a few texts detailing your walk to the park & all the random things your brain concocted, he loved you so much because he found it utterly adorable whereas Steve often said you were draining, not that he’d tell you Steve said that, he was a punk & didn’t know how amazing you actually were. There was a voice note too, he loved the idea of you sending him them, all for him, your beautiful voice memorialized permanently on his phone, so he could listen to them whenever he wanted. He pressed play waiting for the inevitable random thought you plucked from your brain to be narrated to him.

‘Bucky’ Oh how his heart soared hearing his name come out of your mouth.

‘I think I’m being followed.’ In a split second it dropped to the depths of hell, lower even. He continued to listen to the message.

 ‘I’m just on the corner of 8th & West 29, I was in the park with Burtie & this guy was watching me, I figured he probably recognised me & was trying to work out who I was. So, I set off & every time I look back he’s still there.’ You sounded shaky & Bucky wanted to tear his hair out at the thought of you being afraid.

‘He’s tall, dark hair, slim build, kind of like a capybara.’

A capi-what? Bucky thought.

‘They’re like the largest rodent.’

So, a rat.

‘But don’t think he looks like a rat, his face isn’t pointy enough, they’ve got a rounded snout, they’re cute, the baby ones look like humbug sweets, they’re adorable. I watched this programme once where this British dude was saying they …’

Focus Bambi.

‘.. Not the time, he looks really average. I’m gonna speed up & try to lose him but I’ve put my location on for you to track if you don’t hear from me. I’ll be fine ok? I … I’ll see you when you get back’

That was 30 minutes ago. His heart had ceased to function & he was running on pure adrenaline, he could feel it pumping in his veins fuelling his need to find you & blocking out the urge to breakdown & fade into nothingness at the thought of being without you, the mission was done, he had to get to you.

He took off running, it was just an intel gathering mission, no one was in danger he later justified to himself so it would be fine to leave his post. His bike wasn’t far from his station at the speed the Super Solider Serum blessed him with, his body on instinct manoeuvred all the obstacles within his path without need for any kind of conscious thought, that was all focused on you & finding you. The tracker had stopped 15 minutes after you sent your message, you could be anywhere, taken without a trace from a rat man whom probably had a vendetta against The Winter Solider. How could he fuck this up already? To not even have you for a day before it all went wrong, think Bucky … Bertie. 

You had insisting on adding something called a tag to his collar after Peter & Thor kept taking Burtie for cuddles, it meant you could pin point his location to the meter within a building let alone the street, it took him a minute, but he found the email from when you had shared the log in, ‘just in case’ he ever needed it. Bucky recognised the street name but couldn’t recall why, once he got to his bike he rang Tony explaining the voicemail & abandoning the mission, Tony immediately got to work trying to track your location whilst Bucky set off. 

His mind was racing, imagining the worst-case scenarios, seeing you in every state he had ever seen a victim, he couldn’t stop some tears from escaping blurring his vision as he rode to you as quickly as his bike allowed. His mom had taught him to never leave important things unsaid, you’d think he’d have fucking learned that in his hundred years on the planet but apparently, he was a complete idiot. He should have told you he loved you before he left, it was on the tip of his tongue but why would he tell you that when he was seeing you in a few hours. 

Why were you even interested in him? He was dangerous, he put you in danger just by associating with him, he knew something would come along & fuck all this up, it was too good to be true. Even if you survived this why would you stay with him? You deserved more, you deserved someone stable with no enemies ready to take you when you were walking the dog & his brain couldn’t even process Burtie in all this, his sweet little boy, he would never forgive himself if he was hurt. 

None of his conjecture mattered he knew, what happened after could only happen if there was an after for you, he just needed to get to you, to get you safe, that was all that was important.

He smashed through the entrance to what looked like an upmarket block of apartments, he would answer questions later if necessary & Tony could foot the bill for the damage, every second counted as he raced up the stairs two at a time clutching his phone like it was the only lifeline he had to you. His eyes darting constantly between where he was heading & the app on the phone leading the way, he seemed to pass floor after floor, door after door, it appeared to be residential, several people moved in horror out of his way with panicked murmurs of avengers, he probably should have reassured them, Steve would have, but there was no time. Finally, he found the door the tag had guided him to, he pulled out his M17 & was begging his training to kick in, instead of the overwhelming panic & fear he was experiencing. His knuckles sharply knocked on the frame, he pulled up his gun to shoulder level & braced himself for the worst, a single tear escaped his eye as he waited, white noise clouded his brain & when the door swung open he swore he saw your face & heard your beautiful voice.

You looked at Bucky who was clearly going through something holding a gun up & looking distraught, ‘Bucky, are you ok?’

‘Bambi?’

‘Yeah?’

He grabbed you, smashing his lips into yours like he couldn’t believe you were in front of him. You were slightly perplexed by his behaviour but went with it, I mean he was kissing you & had his hands all over you, you pulled back when you felt the tears on his face.

‘What’s going on Bucky, are you ok?’ 

He was panting, darting his eyes around your face, your body, the apartment he found you in. ‘Am I ok? Are you ok?’

‘yeaaah, why wouldn’t I be?’

‘The voice note.’ He noticed the confusion on your face as the adrenaline still pulsed in his veins.

‘Which one?’

‘There was only one.’

‘I sent another telling you it was ok.’

‘Oh’, he drew in a breath to calm his nervous system back down to earth from high alert, he rested his forehead on yours to ground himself & make sure you were really with him.

‘Oh Bucky, I am so sorry. I should have called to tell you I was ok. I just didn’t want to jeopardise the mission.’

‘Yeah about that, I may have abandoned my post. One sec.’ He let out a firm breath & dialled Tony to let him know you were fine, you took the phone & explained how you thought you were being followed but it turns out it was Loki who stopped by for a visit & was fucking with you, you were near your apartment so nipped in for a catch up & to water your plants. 

Tony stopped laughing long enough for you to say your goodbyes & you turned to the slightly embarrassed Super Soldier ‘Oh honey, I am so sorry.’

‘No, it’s me I panicked & went on instinct, I just thought I’d lost you.’

‘Hey, come here.’ You wrapped your arms around him, holding his head & letting him have a minute of calm in your embrace, ‘I’m right here.’

He was muffled as he spoke, ‘I thought someone had taken you to get to me & I just leapt into action without thinking, I just had this instinct to come & save you, the thought of you hating me because they hurt you was killing me.’

He pulled his head from your shoulder & you looked into his misty azure blue eyes, you held his face in your hands. ‘I love you so much Bucky, absolutely, entirely, every ounce of you, nothing or no one will change that, ok?’

‘Oh thank fuck, I love you too Bambi, more than anything.’

He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he needed to be as close to you as possible. He latched his lips to yours, firmly & with intention, you felt how different it was to all the other kisses. He immediately relaxed, he needed this after the agony of thinking he had lost you, he promised himself he would be as upfront about his feelings with you every second for the rest of his life, he couldn’t waste any more time with you.

‘Great apartment you have here Bambi.’ You noticed him not even looking at it, you knew where this was heading & you were squealing inside at the thought.

‘Thanks, Burtie’s asleep in the study, you’d love all the books in there. I’ll give you a tour’

‘Show me the bedroom.’ You glanced up at him & shyly nodded. 

It was so you, Bucky couldn’t think of any other adjective, it was peaceful, calm, yet chaotic & bright somehow, he noticed there were plants everywhere & it was everything he wanted, he couldn’t face returning to his grey dull apartment having seen the alternative.

He softly closed the door behind him & reached to you to pull you back in his arms, your back was pressed to his chest & he slowly traced his lips from your ear down your neck & sucked on the spot that turned your legs into jelly. He hadn’t even touched you, yet knew exactly how to make you crumble, he ran a finger up your side making you shudder, he could see every laboured breath you were struggling to steady, your eyelids fluttering at the thrill of being touched & the anticipation of finally having each other, he was teasing you, wanting you to be so desperate for him that you would beg for it.

 His fingers moved from your side to your front, painfully slow he traced your curves, cupping your tits & pinching your nipples as you jolted forward from the pleasure, they moved further down your body & as your breath hitched his fingers cruelly ghosted your mound.

The whine you let out was music to Bucky’s ears, ‘Don’t be a brat Bambi, you’ll get everything you want I promise. I just can’t decide what I wanna do to ya first.’

‘Touch me Bucky, please.’

‘I’m gonna touch you, taste you & fuck you til you can’t take any more.’ Maybe he wasn’t as innocent as you thought he was.

You turned around so you could face him, you were both fully clothed, he was still in his tactical gear & you quickly began unclipping his suit to get to him. ‘Wanna suck your cock Buck.’

He almost came in his pants just from you saying it, he could talk the talk but there would be a very good chance the first time would be a 2 minute job he wanted you so much.

‘Best get on your knees & be a good girl for me.’ Without hesitation you dropped to the floor & your hands were scrambling to release the hard dick being constrained in Bucky’s pants, running your fingers over it as your other hand tacked the belt & buttons. You practically drooled when you finally reached into his boxers & carefully pulled out the long thick cock waiting for you, it was perfect, just like Bucky.

‘Fuck.’ You looked up at him as you wrapped your hand around him, not even being able to get your fingers all the way around & began pumping the silky smooth skin, he was looking down at you transfixed, his perfect girl so delicate & soft being so careful with him & your beautiful hands giving him so much pleasure but when you glanced up & brought his tip to your perfect mouth he almost lost it.

You placed your lips on him, kissing gently before running them down the thick shaft on the underside of his cock, then tracing back up with your tongue & finally taking him in your mouth. He was by far the biggest you’d had & you struggled taking him fully but with some careful teeth placement you manged as much as you could with your hand pumping the surplus. Bucky was in heaven, he would worship your mouth until the end of time with the things you were doing with your tongue, he gently held your face in his hands & slowly pumped his hips taking over.

‘Fuck Bambi, tap me if its too much.’ You attempted to nod with your mouth full & he sped up his movements & somehow managed to fuck your throat with minimum choking, you would have to tell him later a bit of choking wouldn’t hurt you.

He could have easily finished right there in your pretty mouth, but he promised you his cock & he would deliver on that, he pulled your lips off him & dropped to his knees desperately kissing you, his tongue intertwined with yours, you knew you’d both be absolute messes after this.

‘Wanna taste ya Darlin.’ He lifted you to your feet & guided you to the bed pushing you down as the backs of your knees met the frame, he wasted no time stripping himself down to nothing & set sights on you. Your leggings were roughly ripped off your person taking your knickers with them in their wake, he paused admiring how you looked, so debauched, riled up & yet so pretty, his good girl patiently waiting for him. 

You scurried back on the bed to make room for the broad man crawling in sync further up & you whipped off your hoodie leaving you both bare, ‘perfect, Jesus Bambi, fucking perfect you know that?’ He kissed your inner thigh before settling in between your legs, anchoring you with his Vibranium arm & gently moving your legs over his shoulder, he wanted complete access. 

He dove right in, his incredibly nimble tongue lapping against your clit, circling your entrance & then fucking you with his tongue. Back & forth, it was heaven, all thoughts were numbed & all you could do was surrender yourself to the unwavering pleasure building at each flick of Buck’s tongue.

‘You taste even better than I imagined.’

‘God, you’re so fucking good at this.’ You were hurtling towards your climax, embarrassingly quickly, he traced his finger around your entrance as he focused on sucking your clit, you were in Nirvana, your head thrashed back in pleasure & you could barely hang on, he quickly added another digit stretching you so perfectly with his thick fingers.

‘Gonna cum Bucky, don’t stop, please ... d-ddon’t stop.’

‘Let go doll, fuck, can feel you squeezing me.’ He was practically fucking the mattress as you ground down on his tongue & fingers letting the building pleasure overtake you sending pulses of euphoria to every extremity until you were a twitching mess.

Without hesitation you pulled on his arms to bring him up to you, kissing him deeply & tasting yourself on him. ‘hmm you like that Bambi, here.’ He pushed his fingers up to your mouth & let you suck on them, his cock twitching as your tongue twirled around them, ‘you like your mouth stuffed don’t ya Doll?’ you nodded pushing his fingers further down practically choking on them ‘Next time you’ll be taking all my cum down there honey.’

Whenever guys you’d been with in the past had attempted to talk dirty it always fell flat, Bucky of course blew them out the water & you had no doubt he would do exactly what he described at the earliest possible moment. You’d do anything he told you to if he spoke to you in this dominant tone, anything.

He moved his hips upward to be level with yours, you were both writhing, his cock at your entrance, your pussy wet & waiting for him but he paused for thought. ‘Shit, don’t we need protection or something’

‘No, I’m clean & can’t get pregnant’. He immediately stopped his movements at your words.

‘Oh Bambi, I’m so sorry, was it the bullet?’ His fingers grazed your side where your scar sat, mocking your stupidity every time you looked at it. You giggled at his reaction; he was so God damn sweet.

‘No, you silly flapjack, I am on contraception.’

‘Oh’ his face scrunched up in a smile & then like a switch he was back to the dominant man ready to fuck your brains out.

He carefully lifted is hip & pushed himself to your threshold, it was such sweet torture as he slowly filled you up with his thick cock. There was no coming back from him, he held your entire being within his as he bottomed out stretching you like nothing you’d felt before, he stilled his hips waiting for you to adjust all the while peppering you with kisses trying not to breakdown that this perfect angel in his arms loved him & was giving herself to him.

As you began moving your hips he focused back on you, kissing you deeply & fucking into you slowly & deeply, hitting spots you’d never felt before, saying the most delicious filth in between sucking on your lips, tongue, skin, ‘God you’re my good girl’, ‘taking me so fucking good. Knew you would.’ ‘so fucking tight.’, ‘can feel you clenching me.’ 

It was like nothing you’d ever experienced but you knew he was suppressing his urges trying to make your first time tender & soft, it was Bucky in a nutshell, but you wanted him to let go entirely. ‘B-Bucky, do what you want to me, don’t hold back.’

‘No Bambi, wanna make love to you.’ He kissed you, pushing in gently, enjoying every second he was connected to you.

‘You have, now fuck me like you’ve imagined, let me be your good girl.’

‘Fuck, don’t say that to me Bambi. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.’ 

‘I can. I can handle it …D .. Daddy.’ You had an inkling he would enjoy being called that during sex, from twitch of his cock you felt you were right.

‘Fuck, don’t call me that Doll, you have no idea what you’ll start.’

‘I want it. All of it, whatever you want to do to me. Please let me be your good girl Daddy, please.’

He sped up his movements, his resolve snapped the way you so beautifully begged, he was feral for you. ‘You asked for it Bambi.’ 

Your hips were lifted & he drilled his cock into you deeper & harder, the sounds of your skin slapping together & the guttural grunts & moans from you both filled the apartment.

In one quick motion he pulled his cock from you, leaving you hollow & crawled up the bed straddling you pushing his cock in your gaping mouth, gathering your hair into his hands & holding you still with the other to fuck your face, you were pinned to the bed taking him so perfectly. 

‘Touch yourself Bambi, but you will be punished if you cum.’

Your hand moved down to your swollen mound before he had even finished his sentence & you were switching between fingering yourself & massaging your clit, your climax was building but you kept yourself on the brink. You kind of wanted to experience his punishment but also wanted to be his good girl, he took the choice off you when he ripped himself from your mouth panting ‘on all fours Bambi.’, you had unleashed a beast.

The dominance of his tone had you moving swiftly into position, you could feel him running his hand up & down your thigh, gripping your ass cheek & releasing, then bringing his palm down sharply to your skin, the shock & sting was thrilling, you moan was music to Bucky’s ears, you were trembling not knowing his next move was. He pressed his lips to your tingling skin making you whimper. You looked over your shoulder, his eyes were wild ‘Please Bucky, fuck me.’

Like a flash he slid inside you, filling you back up. ‘This what you wanted Doll?’ his thrusts were relentless, you were completely fucked out being jolted forward at each snap of his hips. He raised his hand & connected it to your behind practically cumming at how much you pussy gripped his cock on contact. ‘Answer me Bambi, was this what you wanted?’

‘Yes, yes sergeant.’ 

Fuck he should have been doing this since the moment he met you, you took him so fucking well & shared all his filthy desires to be his good girl. You were like putty in his hands when he so easily pulled you back & sat back on his thighs, holding you by your tits as you bounced up & down on him.

‘Fuck yourself on my cock Doll, you’re taking me so well.’ You ground your hips, enjoying every inch of him, ‘Ne ..need to come Bucky.’

He couldn’t get enough of you & yet again pulled you off him, you were so compliant as he lifted you turning you around & sitting you back on his cock, fucking up into you brutally as you were mummering how good he was making you feel. ‘Not yet Bambi’ He latched his mouth on to your neck & connected his thumb to your clit circling it gently in complete contrast to him fucking the life out of you, the pressure building inside you was screaming to come out & you used every bit of clenching you could to stop you climaxing before Bucky told you could, he could feel you desperately hanging on for dear life & the intense grip your pussy had on his dick had him hurtling to his finish.

‘Cum for me Doll, fuck you pussy is so fucking tight.’ One final pump & you screamed in the pleasure rippling through you, ‘don’t stop, fuck fuck fuuucckk’ Bucky was right there with you painting your walls with his seed, lost in the unwavering ecstasy that fucking you brought him, muttering complete filth into your ear as you both hit your peaks.

‘I love you so fucking much Bambi.’

‘I love you too. Forever.’ Crying after sex was probably frowned upon but Bucky was on the brink, he had everything he had ever dreamed about in his arms looking blissed out on another plane of existence, your hair was plastered to your skin, your lips red & swollen & your mascara smudged. You had never looked as perfect. He leaned down to kiss you gently, it was like you both breathed some form of life back into each other, you were staring at him exactly the way he was you, allowing yourself the moment to let what happened truly sink it.

A smile spread on your face, you were still on his lap impaled on him but lightly giggled remembering what he had said earlier ‘Hey Bucky, where do you think the ovaries are?’ 

He shrugged trying not to smile, ‘I dunno why?’

‘The whole ‘was it the bullet?’’

‘I panicked. Thinking it was a terrible thing for you.’ You cackled laughing in his arms, you didn’t think it was possible to love him more.

‘Must you laugh so much when my cock is still in you?’ he tensed his thighs shifting his cock inside you.

‘It’s so funny though, you were so worried, you’re a cutie pie Bucky Barnes.’

He paused for a second, picking you up & laying you both down on the bed, stroking your face with his thumb ‘Have you ever thought about kids Bambi?’

‘Yeah, I would have to retire though, you?’

‘It would be nice to have a family & raise them, I agree with the retiring, I’ve spent my life fighting, would be nice to have some peace … someday.’

Bucky opening up to you somehow managed to fill your heart with joy that he trusted you with his dreams but smashed it in two for being so heartbreaking ‘Have you ever told anyone that?’

‘Nope’ he tried to hide the melancholy on his face with a smile, it only made you more determined to give him the life he deserved.

‘Why not?’

‘I guess I figured I have a debt to pay before I can think about my life, everyone has done so much for me, taken me in, removed the programming, given me freedom, a new arm. Figured it was my way to pay for it by helping save the world or whatever.’ He shrugged & you hated how dismissive he was of his own needs, he was a good soldier doing as ordered without thinking of himself.

You could feel the tears falling on your cheeks that this victim of unspeakable atrocities still felt he owed the world a debt, ‘You were deserved those things Bucky, you were a prisoner for so long, you deserve peace.’

He swept up your tears with his thumb ‘Don’t get upset Doll, I met you because of it. I’d live it all again to be right here.’

‘You would?’

‘Of course, I would, to be here with you, the woman I love I’d live it a thousand times.’

You shrugged, ‘I think you deserve more after what you’ve been through.’

‘I don’t know how many times I need to spell it out to you sweetheart; you are my great love, it doesn’t matter if we just got together, you have been mine since the moment I set eyes on you, I’d walk to the ends of the earth if you asked me to.’

He could see you struggling to accept his words, to truly believe how much he loved you, but he knew he would spend every day showing you, actions speak louder than words & his would be shouting from the rooftop that you were his girl.

Life was good once you got back to the tower, your routine didn’t particularly change apart from being pulled into various cupboards & offices multiple times a day to fool around, turns out Bucky really wasn’t as innocent as you thought, the opposite in fact. He worshipped every inch of you & didn’t seem to get bored of telling you either, whether it was storming into the gym & picking you up half way through your work out with Nat then fucking you senseless over the crash mats in the equipment room or throwing you over his shoulder after watching you bend down in the kitchen & marching you through the compound making it as far as the cleaning closet then ripping your leggings off to eat you out, pausing only to order Gerald to make a coffee because Bucky swore he was watching. You felt bad violating his home.

You also finally had your first official date, he greeted you with flowers, this time daisies & you went to a hole in the wall Pizza place in Brooklyn that he swore was the best, then you walked around arm in arm around all his old stomping grounds like he promised he would show you, it was perfect. He was perfect & didn’t hesitate to show you all the affection he had been holding back on, you were kissed, snuggled & nuzzled until you were drunk off him, being fucked against a brick building in an alleyway was just inevitable, in fairness he managed to find the cleanest one in the city. You headed back to your apartment giddy & hungry for more of each other, Thor & Scott were on dog sitting duties so you knew you had time to explore each other fully, in-between the intense bouts of pleasure you talked about everything & anything until you fell asleep in each other’s arms excited for all the plans you had made.

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Another day, another event. Today a gala to raise funds for a children’s charity, the gardens of the upstate Avengers compound had been transformed, cute little round tables sat underneath a giant white gazebo, wildflowers were scattered on the ground forming pathways to the various activities & groups of kids dotted about in their little dresses & suits, it was adorable. You had been dressed by Valentina again, a gorgeous white form fitting dress with flowers climbing up the body, it all felt a bit too dressy for a garden party, but Tony had insisted it be formal hence the babies in suits.

Bucky had already been tackled by three rambunctious kids & proceeded to hold them all up at once on his vibranium arm like he was a set of monkey bars, it was ovary aching sweetness & you noticed Tony pointing it out to the press who lapped it up, their camera shutters being put into overdrive at the sight. It had all started to feel icky, forced, you & Bucky had both decided that after this you’d call the PR nonsense off, it was literally pointless now you were together.

Whilst Bucky was occupied, you had noticed a young mother with two children struggling between holding her baby, keeping the other in check & trying to enjoy the food that was being served, she looked like she needed a lie down let alone a short reprieve from the pair, you approached her trying to put on your friendliest of smiles without looking like an attempted kidnapper. ‘Can I take them off your hands whilst you grab a bite to eat?’

Her eyes lit up at your offer. ‘That would be wonderful, thank you.’ She looked completely relieved at your offer. ‘This is Ben & Maisey.’

You held out your arms & the baby so sweetly reached out to you for you to take her, as you rested her diaper padded bottom on your hip you leaned down & took the hand of the chaotic child at her side.

‘Come on honey, lets give mamma a break. I know someone who will wear you out in no time, we won’t go far.’ You walked with him towards your Super Solider who had been watching you the minute you held the baby in your arms, he couldn’t lie, it made him feral, he had never seen you with kids & you appeared to be a complete natural. For a second, he let himself imagine you were his wife, they were your kids & it filled him with such hope for the future, he’d never dared think he could have everything he once dreamt of, but knew he’d fight to the death to make it happen with you.

‘Let’s say hello to Uncle Bucky shall we?’

He greeted you with the biggest smile, connecting his lips to yours appropriately for once, his big palm reached out & cradled Maisey’s little head stroking her cubby cheek & it made your ovaries melt, he was so gentle with her. The toddler clung to your leg as he looked up in awe at the superhero in front of him. As per the norm when you were with Bucky you didn’t hear any of the commotion or flashes surrounding you as the photographers went wild snapping pictures of you both, Bucky collected the toddler off the floor & held him high in his arms. You’d never seen him so relaxed.

‘My name is Ben.’

‘Hi Ben I’m Bucky, this is Bambi.’

‘Bambi?’ His head whipped around trying to spot his mother. ‘Mamma, dis Bambi.’

You were all laughing at his excitement turning around to a very proud looking mother gasping in surprise.

‘You know why I call her Bambi?’

He shook his head.

‘Well, she is the most beautiful girl in the whole world with those big doe eyes & gorgeous smile, she’s so strong & smart but so incredibly clumsy. Thought it since the second I looked at her & she tripped over her pyjama pant leg trying to shake my hand.’ 

Bucky knew the child wasn’t understanding a word he was saying but he wanted you to know, even back then he thought the world of you.

You laughed out loud at his admission, you couldn’t believe he remembered that, he had only started called you Bambi after you had mentioned the cabin in your demands so assumed it was linked to that. Apparently not. Somehow every time he spoke he managed to remind you how much he loved you, how much he had always adored you.

He ran off with Ben before you could kiss him senseless, probably a good thing with a baby in your arms, you sat down on a bench with the gorgeous little tot on your lap facing the party, she was fascinated by all the people & you watched the love of your life zooming around with an uncontrollably giggling toddler in his arms. You were practically a puddle on the floor, you teared up not knowing how you could love someone so much so quickly. You knew he wanted a family & you swore you would fight hand & tooth to be the one to give it him, he deserved it. Of course, Tony had to come & sit next to you on the bench having seen you swooning over your man ‘You guys don’t half put on a show.’

You managed to tear your eyes away from your Super Solider & looked to Tony raising your brow as you so often did to him, ‘How so?’

‘Well I’d bet money that the headlines tomorrow will be all about the two additions to the Barnes Clan, you both are playing happy families flawlessly Kid.’

‘Just giving their mom a break to eat something, not like it’s hard looking after this gorgeous girl, can you make sure the press doesn’t print their faces please.’ You bounced Maisey on your lap.

He nodded, smiling to himself, ‘Speaking of reproducing, I’ve had some strange reports from around the tower, various storage rooms & offices not accessible at weird times of the day, odd noises being heard too. Wouldn’t happen to know about that would you?’

‘I would not. No’ You tried to hide your smirk but failed miserably.

‘hmmm.’ He shook Maisey’s little hand & she grabbed his finger holding on to it tightly. He gave her his best smile ‘Tony Stark, nice to meet you kid, ever think about having one?’

Your eyes darted back to Bucky, he was holding Ben looking at you in that way he always did, ‘Not until very recently.’

Tony put on that fatherly tone he always did when he was talking about something important instead of his usual cocky smirk, ‘You should, it suits you.’

‘We’d have ... I’d have to leave the team.’

He shrugged ‘Wouldn’t be the worst thing, sure I’d lose my best hacker but fewer accident reports to fill out, you know I hate paperwork, less chance of friendly fire & I bet my insurance premiums would plummet.’

‘Might do it sooner with that sass. Move to Wyoming, live off the land.’

‘As long as grandad has unlimited visiting privileges.’

‘That could be arranged, although the grandad part not for a while yet.’

‘So, still time to make a mini Ironman suit for them.’

‘Plenty’ you watched Bucky spinning Ben over his arm & the little boy joyfully laughing & begging him to do it again, ‘but maybe start on the prototypes soon, yeah.’

‘Will do.’ He stood up, buttoning his suit back up & leaned down to give you a kiss on your forehead. ‘Happy for you both Kid.’ 

As per usual you never needed to say anything to Tony, he just knew & always accepted your decisions like the supportive adopted dad you needed. 

Eventually you both relinquished the temporary custody of the kids with overwhelming thanks from Janice who invited you to babysit any time, Bucky wore out Ben as promised & helped carry him to the car & strap him in safely.

Upon his return you felt two arms snake around your waist & a set of lips at your ear, ‘Dance with me Bambi.’

He led you to the little dancefloor that had been laid over the grass, the sun was setting as the party was dying down, you were too busy with the kids to notice the fundraiser going on in the background but knowing Tony Stark it would have been a success. 

As Bucky twirled you around the parquet floor he couldn’t help asking. ‘Is it too soon to ask you to marry me?’ you giggled.

‘Yes.’ You ran your thumb over his little pout that had appeared on his gorgeous face. 

‘Well I don’t know how long I can keep it in for.’ Oh this man, he was just trouble for you, you couldn’t say no to him.

‘I mean, I’d say yes if you asked, but people will think we’re nuts.’

‘They already do darlin’’ 

‘True, promise you’ll marry me someday?’

‘Wild horses couldn’t stop me Bambi, you promise you’ll marry me someday?’

‘Thanos & his army couldn’t stop me.’ He leaned in to kiss you, somehow smiling at the same time. If all you ever had was each other for the rest of your lives that would be alright with you.

‘Good, that should keep my inner 40’s instincts at bay ... for now.’ 

You giggled & danced away until you were the only ones left, the band had dismantled but you didn’t need music to sway in his arms. The floodlights were removed & your surroundings were gently lit with strings of fairy lights, you didn’t need to see to kiss the night away, you would always find him in the dark.

--

You thought about whipping your favourite Jean Luc Picard line out when it came to the review meeting Tony had arranged, ‘The line must be drawn here. This far and no further!’ But Bucky told you it was a bit dramatic for a casual chat & the accent you were adding wasn’t going to be as effective as you hoped if they were all laughing when you said it.

You both quickly learned that if you had somewhere to be together you needed to set off earlier than necessary because you always seemed to end up waylaid in a storage closet enroute to your destination, today was no exception & you found yourself being dragged into a dark cramped space with your Super Soldier on his knees in front of you manoeuvring your leg over his shoulder.

‘Fuck, you can’t be wearing this kinda dress around me honey’

You shrugged innocently ‘Thought it looked cute.’

Bucky shook his head at you, you knew exactly how to look as fuckable as you could for him in your little summer dresses ‘It looks fucking adorable on you.’ He wasted no time, flipping the skirt over your hips & saw what was waiting for him ’Fuck no panties Bambi.’

Again, you shrugged your shoulders batting your eyelashes at the man on his knees ‘Wanted you to fuck me with your fingers in the meeting.’

He tipped his head back & his eyes fluttered shut as you slipped your foot over his growing cock, ‘Fuck, my filthy girl.’

‘Only for you.’

He got to work, pulling your hips to his face by your bare bottom, running his tongue along your soaking folds, lapping up everything you were giving him, it didn’t take long for your hips to aid his efforts & grind down on him. 

‘Feels so good, fill me with your fingers James.’

He slowly inserted his metal forefinger into your gloriously soaking pussy & couldn’t help pulling his hard cock out of his jeans to stroke himself, you couldn’t hold in the moan as he pushed up further curling his finger up to connect with that spot that drove you wild, you could feel lightening up & down your spine as the permanently cold tip stroked it, god he was good at this, but you needed filling properly.

You reached down & ripped his hand away, ‘need you to fill me’, he could see the look in your eyes. Wild. He sat back on his knees & you lowered yourself onto his lap, lining up his thick cock & readying yourself for the wonderful stretch only he could bring.

You both groaned as you struggled to take him fully ‘Come on Bambi, you can take me, all the way down.’

One last shift of your hips & he bottomed out.

‘Fuck baby, so full.’ It took your breath away how you could feel every inch of him, every ridge & vein, it was utterly delicious albeit somewhat painful, but it all added to the glory of being fucked by this man.

‘Such a good girl taking me so well, like you were made for me darlin’.’ He felt your pussy clench at the praise, ‘you like me calling you that, don’t you my sweet girl.’

You could barely form words as he fucked his solid cock into you, the stretch of him seemed to send you to another realm of pleasure. ‘yes, fuck, you feel so good.’

It was embarrassing how quickly he needed to blow his load as soon as your warm tight pussy was around him, but he didn’t care when it felt this good & also kind of the point of a quickie in the closet. He picked up his pace & connected his thumb to your clit whilst you bounced up & down on his lap, you were a goddess of that he was certain, the noises you made whilst trying to be quiet he wanted playing on repeat.

A few squeezes from your pussy had him in heaven, he knew you were close, he’d been on the brink the entire time but needed you to hold it a little bit more, make it that much sweeter when it hit you, ‘Hold it a little longer Bambi, then you can make a mess on my cock.’

He continued to snap his hips against you, spearing you with his length, you were clenching for dear life trying not to tumble over the edge, hold it for him, be his good girl but you were on cusp of not being able to control it before you heard the glorious words ‘Let go Bambi, cum for me.’ You sped over the threshold of pleasure, white hot lightening took over your body, he locked his lips to yours to muffle the sounds of your climax, your pussy clenching around him & with one final thrust of his hips he was past his limit as he spilt into you, hands roaming your curves, making sure you were really with him in his arms twitching & writhing as you came down with him from your pleasure induced high.

‘I love you beautiful.’ The scrunched-up nose smile on his face took your breath away, how was this man yours? You needed to count every lucky star in the night sky a thousand times over that you were here with him.

‘I love you too gorgeous.’

You tamed each other’s wild hair giggling at the thought of walking into a meeting filled with his cum, he gently ran his fingers under your eyes to sweep up the slightly smeared mascara.

‘Good as new Bambi. They won’t suspect a thing.’

You strolled into meeting room as casually as possible hoping you didn’t smell like sex, Tony was surprisingly on time & sat with Rebecca & the HR director. Shit. Maybe the quickie wasn’t the best idea. After sharing some pleasantries & fixing you & Bucky a coffee you sat beside your Super Soldier, it felt foreign to not be sat on his lap or touching in any way, you shifted your seat closer to his, just in case he needed grounding with your touch at any point.

Rebecca got straight into action with her PowerPoint of praise detailing how well the plan was going, ‘We’ve seen a dramatic shift in Sargent Barnes’ profile & public perceptions over the last two months & as we hoped most of the uptake has been via social media & sharing their interactions with you both.’ The slide show was moving as she spoke displaying the positive comments, tweets & photos you were constantly stopped for in the street, so many people loved Burtie & wanted a picture of him too, he was the star of the show. 

‘We have formulated the next steps in the plan starting with a sit down interview & photo shoot with the two of you to discuss the rumours of you being parents to the two children in the photos that are currently circulating in the press, the Gala seem to have shown the softer side of Sargent Barnes so we’re keen to keep the momentum going with a visit to a children’s hospital & Tony mentioned moving in together, maybe appearances at some open houses will solidify the idea of the relationship being serious & moving forward.’

You could see Bucky rubbing his face trying to get a word in edge ways to stop this going further & wasting the time of everyone in the room, the presentation was clearly rehearsed & timed perfectly with the movement of the slides, you couldn’t help smiling at the pictures of you both sharing a kiss with the kids in your arms, you really looked like a family. She finally stopped speaking & he jumped in before she could carry on ‘Thank you for your hard work Rebecca in all this, it’s nice to know people care about me & want the best for me but we have talked about it & don’t want to carry on with any more of this going forward.’

‘Oh, I would ask that you think about it especially the latter of the ideas because it will solidify everything you have done so far.’

‘I mean I’ll visit a hospital any time & hang out with the kids & yeah will probably be looking at houses but …’ he was struggling to say something without saying anything to scare you off or tell the people in the room too much. 

You helped him out & just laid in down for them, ‘Sargent Barnes & I have decided to pursue a romantic relationship, so any further input isn’t really needed.’

Tony couldn’t help himself now that you had said it out loud, ‘I would haven’t ever guessed it from the four bleach baths my eyes have had to endure to erase CCTV footage of the two of you before I instructed Friday to turn off the cameras whenever you two are in the same space.’

The smile Bucky was trying to stifle the smile & shrugged ‘I mean you didn’t have to watch.’

You laughed & pointed out the obvious, ‘It’s kind of your fault for encouraging this, you told us to kiss for the cameras.’

The HR lady Paula chimed in, ‘Pardon me? Mr Stark when the idea of this public relations stunt was brought to me you were under strict instruction not to suggest anything physical between members of staff.’

‘I think we’re due some compensation, don’t you Sargent Barnes?’ you turned & winked at him.

As you listened to the HR director sternly put Tony in his place & school him on appropriate work place etiquette Bucky’s hand was situated on your thigh, as you crossed your legs he moved closer to your centre & his middle finger toyed with your pussy, he could feel the combination of both of you leaking out of you, he gathered some & pushed it back in. The struggle to keep a straight face & not react was intense, he looked unaffected but from the tent in his pants forming you could tell he was enjoying this.

As you were manoeuvring your palm to lay on his bulge the squabble between the two died down & you were yet again the focus.

‘Ok with the new information we will have to go through some procedures in regards to you both, I will consult with some stakeholders regarding missions together & any potential issues that could come to light there. I understand you have both been living in the tower, this will be re-assessed now that the stunt is ending, I need to be informed with any details that would pertain to you not being able to carry your duties out & absolutely no fraternisation in the public areas of the workplace. I will also need to be informed if the relationship ends & any issues that would arise in that scenario.’

Bucky butted in, ‘That won’t happen.’

‘& I would ask that you treat my child well, she will require the best of the best, I expect to be asked for permission for her hand in marriage plus a ring & a wedding befitting of her.’

‘Jesus I’m not up for swaps with the next village for some fucking goats Tony.’

‘Me demanding you to be given a big diamond isn’t exactly trading you off Kid.’

‘Well, it feels like it, I don’t need a diamond.’

‘Yes, you do, Barnes don’t listen to her, no child of mine is getting anything under 3 carats, Tifany’s is acceptable … just, but Harry Winston is ideal. You know what I know a guy I’ll give you his number.’

‘Tony, he’s from the 40’s I’d be married to him with a baby on the way by now if it was up to him. He needs discouraging, not you goading him into buying a diamond ring.’

‘It’s true I do. I nearly got down on one knee last week when she made me some cookies & wore an apron.’

You smirked ‘Well, you did end up on your knees.’

‘Nope, no, not even funny, that incident made me re-program Friday & a close the kitchen for a full decontamination.’ You rolled your eyes at his dramatics; it was a great morning & the cookies being ready after your second climax was the icing on the cake so to speak.

‘Maybe this is a family discussion rather than a HR issue.’ Paula added before packing up her planner & notes, Rebecca had long since checked out & was enjoying witnessing the squabbling after you had confirmed your relationship.

‘Well congratulations to you both, glad this worked out on all fronts. I will put out a press release to say the kids aren’t yours & if you have any further announcements just give me a call.’

You smiled at her attempts to keep it professional, ‘Thanks Rebecca, I appreciate it.’

As the meeting was drawing to a close Tony piped up as always in his Tony Stark nonchalant fashion, ‘Oh before I forget, Barnes you’re suspended for a month for abandoning your post & leaving a mission early, you are too Kid, for hanging out with the enemy, I suggest you use the time wisely.’ 

He was just so smug; you knew exactly what he was doing & you loved him dearly for it. Of course, it went without saying that if either of you were actually needed you’d be on the next quinjet to the action but a whole month free together to do what you liked you couldn’t wait.

You turned your attention to your Super Solider who was still sat down looking baffled at the meetings conclusion, you got up from your chair & returned to your rightful place, snug in his lap, his hands supported your legs & your fingers raked through his hair, it felt so nice to be free of any obligation to be together. You were choosing this, choosing each other, a soft press of your lips to his gave you a great idea of what to do with your time off, ‘So, what’s Wakanda like this time of the year?’

AN: Thank you so much for reading, don't forget to reblog & comment, so far it's been a bit of a flop compared to all the notes the master list got but that wont stop me from writing!!! see ya next week!

Random thing of the week: Sebastian Stan's hair stylist followed me on my beauty blog instagram page & I have no idea why, so I've practically run my hands through his glorious hair by association! So random!

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[pompurumi]

gonna make a separate post for this one but buckle in... I've got lore. most of it is self indulgent, projection, and just AU shenanigans. Some are from before meeting Kenneth, some are after meeting Kenneth. David Firth wouldn't be proud of me.

Salad's human, in my opinion. After so many years of radiation poisoning you don't tend to look it, though.

Grew up in a neglectful and abusive household in England, somewhere north, and is the youngest of three siblings and a mother.

Most of his life before the wasteland is a blur now. It's all blocked out, but he does get the occasional flashback that pulls him into a meltdown.

Is trans, has a 🐱

Born May 6th, 1989 (35 years old)

Where Salad lives is a place completely disconnected from the modern world. No Internet, no new newspapers, no electricity or running water except for the hose a few tens of yards away from where he lives. A place that can probably make his strange appearance seem much more welcomed.

Has a pretty harsh history of self harm through masochism. I see his masochistic tendencies as an unhealthy way to reclaim all that pain he's had to endure. So all these nettles and the stabbing and cutting is just his way to cope, albeit in a very unhealthy way. Its linked to how he sees himself, how he thinks he's unworthy and his terrible TERRIBLE self esteem and insecurities.

Incredibly skinny, has a hard time putting on weight let alone keeping it.

This may seem very out there... but he is very vanilla. He wants to be swayed and guided, to be caressed, to be stroked, to be kissed and cherished, to be praised as if he's a goddess amongst men. he's a lil dewdrop, and he will be treated as such.

Very traditional. Don't let the cute outfits fool you, he has a very narrow mind on how people should act and be

Salad is extremely weak and frail. Personally, I imagine him to be fairly short, 5'6, and BARELY weighing 100lbs. His immune system is weak and he has the worst stamina known to man.

He's scared of children but loves babies, wishes to be a parent himself one day.

Terrible at cooking dinners but makes delicious cakes.

Despite Salad Fingers being portrayed as rather hairy, I personally think he's completely hairless. Again, because of a the radiation.

Loves summer rain !!!

After this, its more AU based and my little turn on Salad's fate. continue reading if u wanna !!

Meets a guy called Kenneth after almost freezing to death during a snow storm. The wasteland is actually very prone to having pretty extreme weather due to radiation or whatever, but he didn't realise just how bad it was gonna get. Meeting a human who spoke for himself was the most unsettling experience in his life.

Kenneth is based on Salad's dead brother.. lover? Idk what he was to Salad, but let's be honest it was probably just a random corpse he saw and his deluded mind saw a handsome man. He's got good hair, born in America but is ethnically Russian, and came to England only for a short while for a college thing he was doing. Is 26.

Used to smell like rotten flesh and mold, now smells like a bakery. Cleanliness means a lot to him now that he has the privilege to maintain himself that way.

Sews a lot. Blankets, outfits, pillows. Kenneth taught it to him as a way to distract himself from any self-harm or masochistic tendencies. (This is based off me lolol)

Shows his affection and love through biting and giving teeth marks. This can be on Ken's hand, arm, shoulder. Kenneth eventually learns this love language and gives him soft mouthed nibbles.

lastly... he loves, loves, LOVES!!! when Kenneth calls him names of endearment. His favourite are "bambi", "ducky", and "sweetheart"

Kenneth is friends with the human akins of Hubert, Jeremy, and Marjory, and they're all huge party animals and stoners. Salad gets high with them sometimes, as long as Kenneth's with him, though would prefer to stay as sober as he can incase anything goes wrong.

wooohoo! I've actually got a bunch more in my notes app, but these are all the ones I can think of at the top of my head. I've got a fair bit of nsfw too and all these silly scenarios, though I think you'd implode if you read them cause... they can get DIRTY. ANYWAYS IF UR HERE TYSM FOR READING I LOVE U 🎀🎀

#i could really go on and on about sf and his childhood but the last time i did i cried a lil #he can get really sad when you put him in a realistic pov #salad fingers #david firth #headcanons #ive got to get my priorities straight but making cute hcs for this lil guy is so fun 😼

[iam93percentstardust]

Happy birthday Alle! If you're still taking prompts, I love your fluffy established relationship fics and would love to read some married shenanigans!

Thanks for the prompt! I love working on this so much!

Shout out to @therollingstonys for all but holding my hand through writing this <3

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1. Hogan’s Pub

He’s pretty, is the first thing Steve notices about him. Slender and lithe; dark brown hair that Steve could see himself running his hands through, gripping tight as he thrusts into him; big eyes that he wants to see hazy with the pleasure that only Steve can bring him; pretty pink lips that would look just perfect sucking on Steve’s fingers—or other things.

He’s pretty, and Steve can’t stop himself from picking up his drink and cutting his way through the crowd to the man’s side, people automatically moving out of his way without too much of a fuss. He’s a big guy, after all, and he’s been told he exudes the sort of strength that just makes people move for him. Truth be told, it makes him a little uncomfortable—he wasn’t always so big and strong, after all; the change has taken some getting used to—but if it gets him closer to this captivating man, then Steve is willing to take advantage of everything he can.

Steve raises a hand to catch the bartender’s attention, waiting patiently while she finishes up with another customer. “Another—” he begins and then glances at the man’s drink. “Another whiskey for Bambi over here.”

“Bambi, huh?” the man says, turning around so that his back’s to the bar. “And what if that’s not my name?”

“I figured it wouldn’t be,” Steve says easily. “But pretty doe eyes like that? What else could I call you?”

“Tony,” he replies, a pleased smile and a pink blush crossing his face. “You can call me Tony.”

“Tony,” Steve repeats, enjoying the way it feels on his tongue. “Beautiful name for a beautiful man.”

Gratifyingly, Tony’s blush deepens. He takes a sip of his whiskey to hide it, but Steve still catches a glimpse of the way his pretty cheeks are glowing behind the glass.

“So what about you, handsome?” Tony asks, tilting his glass in Steve’s direction. “Do I get a name to go with those all-American good looks?”

Tony runs his hand down Steve’s arm, stealing his breath away. Gasping at the light touch, Steve manages to say, “Steve. I—yeah.”

“Steve,” Tony purrs. “Looks like I was right. All-American name, all-American grade-A beef, hmm?”

Steve makes a strangled sound. Tony’s cat-that-caught-the-canary grin widens, making him look less like the cat that caught the canary and more like the cat that got the canary, the cream, and the tuna for supper too.

“I—uh—do you want to come home with me?” Steve suggests. The light in Tony’s eyes dim just a little, and he quickly adds, “Or a hotel? I’m… easy.” He winces at the way that came out.

But if he was hoping for a laugh, he’s sorely disappointed. Tony’s smile disappears altogether, replaced with a regretful expression. He holds up his left hand, revealing a pretty red and gold band gleaming on his ring finger.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Married.”

“Oh,” Steve says, disappointed. He glances around, looking to see if anyone is watching them. But it seems like they exist in a little bubble, all their own, so he lowers his voice and says, “But they’re not here right now, are they?”

Tony bites his lip. Steve’s breath hitches, gaze zeroing in on that abused lip. He wants to be the one biting it, bringing it to that pretty red color he can see in his mind’s eye. “Well, no, but—”

“So you could come with me anyway,” Steve says, hoping he doesn’t sound too desperate. “They would never have to know.”

“I—”

“Come on, Bambi. Bet I could make you—”

“He said no.”

The words are so harsh, so jarring that it takes Steve a moment to realize Tony wasn’t the one who said them. He blinks up at the bartender, who’s scowling at them.

“I—what?”

The bartender’s scowl deepens. “I don’t care how flirty he was being,” she snaps. “He said no, and you will respect that.”

“What?”

At his side, Tony bursts into delighted laughter. “It’s alright—” He leans forward and checks her nametag. “Belle. Steve actually is my husband, but I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Oh!” Belle says, looking flustered. “I’m sorry, I—”

“Not your fault,” Tony says, waving her off. “We wanted to try a little roleplaying and thought we’d try a different bar than our usual to make it more real. Clearly we should have just stuck around O’Malley’s, huh.”

At that, Belle straightens up. “Absolutely not. We’ve got the best service this side of Manhattan.” She gives them another sheepish look. “Sorry for interrupting, but you can’t be too careful, you know? Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Will do. Have a nice night.” Tony watches her bustle off to the other end of the bar before turning back to Steve, who’s still a little shell-shocked. “Now then, handsome, where were we?”

“Nope,” Steve says immediately, shaking himself out of his stupor. He thinks about the expression on Belle’s face and shudders again. “Can’t do it. Got taken out of the scene too much.”

“Aww,” Tony coos, wrapping an arm around Steve’s waist. “Poor baby. You wanna go home and just have plain old boring sex with no role playing? You can fold me in half like a pretzel”

And fuck does Steve want to.

~

2. The Plaza Hotel

Tony straightens up from where he was bent over his suitcase when the door opens. He hasn’t gotten around to turning the lights on yet, not when the arc reactor is enough light all its own, even through his dark shirt, and there’s someone outlined in the light pouring in from the hallway. They’re big—bigger than Tony at least—and he surreptitiously activates the wrist gauntlet, hiding it from view with the sides of the suitcase. He doesn’t know whether they’re an assassin or HYDRA or—

“I’m sorry, but I think you’re in my room,” the person says awkwardly.

—or just someone who’s lost and no doubt confused.

The person steps inside, the door swinging closed behind them, and wow. Tony lets his gaze travel over blond hair and blue eyes and the shoulder to waist ratio of a Dorito, Jesus fucking Christ. This must be his lucky day, if he can convince them to stick around.

“Can’t be your room,” he says, snapping his wrist to fold the gauntlet away. The person’s eyes catch on the motion, watching the gauntlet disappear. His pupils dilate, and Tony bites back a smirk. Got him already, hook, line, and sinker.

He finishes, “It’s already mine.”

“Right,” the man stammers, still staring at the gauntlet watch. “But my keycard worked, and I was told this room by the front desk, so—”

Tony sighs. “They must have messed up the room numbers,” he groans.

“Oh.” The man jerks his thumb at the door. “I can go, see if they’ve got a different room for me.”

“Don’t bother,” Tony replies. “Hotel’s booked full for the conference this week.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m here for. Look, I can find another hotel. You got here first, and—” He nearly swallows his tongue when Tony licks his lips. Tony can’t hold back the smirk this time.

He prowls closer, moving into the man’s space. “Or,” he purrs, “I’m sure we can share. I don’t take up a lot of room, after all. Might even be…” He slides his hand around the man’s waist to his back, drawing a quiet gasp from him. “Fun.”

“Fun,” the man breathes. Tony’s cock stirs in his pants. Fuck, but he’s gorgeous. Tony could just eat him up, and he wouldn’t regret a single second of it. A small, dark corner of his mind wonders how he tastes—he’d bet he’s delicious.

“Yeah, handsome. You’ve heard of it before, right?” He slides his knee between the man’s legs, breath hitching when he feels how hard the man is already. He’s big, and Tony can only imagine how good he’s going to feel inside him.

“Mmhmm.”

Tony urges him into a slow rhythm, hips rolling against each other. “So you got a name, handsome, to go with all that muscle? Something I can call you when you fuck me?”

“You—you’d want that?”

“Yeah, I do. Be a shame to waste something like this, wouldn’t it?” He slides his hand back around to the man’s front, cupping his cock. Leaning up, he breathes over his lips, “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

“…Steve.”

Tony rewards that with a kiss, slow and lingering, licking between Steve’s lips. Steve tastes like the cherry candy they had at the front desk, and Tony can’t resist darting his tongue back in for another kiss. Steve moans, hands finally coming up to clasp Tony’s hips, holding them against each other.

Tony starts backing them up toward the bed, kissing Steve again. He’s sweet, clearly a little out of his depth, but more than willing to let Tony lead him exactly where he wants to go. And, oh, the places Tony would like to take him. He just—

BEEP!

Tony stills, looking towards his suitcase. He’d made sure to turn everything off before coming here, not wanting another interruption. His phone rings again, drawing a groan from him.

“You better answer that,” Steve says ruefully, already pulling away.

“I told Pepper only for emergencies,” Tony says waspishly, digging his phone out from underneath a few toys he’d brought for the night. “JARVIS was only supposed to let her through in case it was actually important.”

Steve sits down on the edge of the bed. “So maybe it’s actually important then?”

“Sure it is,” Tony scoffs. “It’s probably another form she wants me to—what is it?”

It turns out it’s not another form. R&D caught on fire apparently, and while no one was hurt, the building was still evacuated and Tony is still expected to make an appearance.

He shoots Steve an apologetic look as he grabs his coat from the closet.

“I’ll be back when I can,” he says.

“Sure,” Steve says, flapping his hand. He’s already laying back on the bed, eyes closed. “I’ll see you when you get back.”

Tony is going to kill whoever set that fire.

~

3. American Society for Engineering Education Annual Conference

“So, do you come here often?” Steve winces as soon as he says it. The incredulous look on the man’s face tells him it probably wasn’t very well-received either.

“Really?” the man demands. “All the lines in the world and you go with that one? That’s terrible.”

“Aren’t all lines terrible?” Steve counters, the thought of an argument starting to get his blood pumping. He likes arguments, and from the gleam in the man’s eyes, he thinks he might like arguments too.

“Oh, I don’t know. Some of them are lines for a reason.” The man crosses his arms over a graphic t-shirt—some quote that Steve doesn’t recognize about engineers doing it better. “Come on, gimme your best shot, handsome.”

And Steve can’t get resist a challenge like that, so he doesn’t even try. “I really like that beard of yours,” he says, eyeing the elaborate Van Dyke style. It must take a lot of time and upkeep to keep such a well-trimmed beard. “Love to know what it feels like on my cheeks.”

“Better,” the man allows. “But you could just grow the beard yourself, you know, and then you’d have your answer.”

“Hmm not those cheeks.”

The man’s jaw drops, eyes darting down Steve’s body and then back up as they darken gratifyingly. “I—” he begins, sounding strangled. He stops, clears his throat, and then tries again. “Um, yeah, I can—uh—hmm.”

Steve lets a slow grin spread across his face. “So, what do you say we—”

“Wow, Mr. Captain America Sir.”

Steve stops short as the kid—undergrad, if he had to make a guess—runs up to them. He blinks at the kid, suddenly wondering if he ever looked that young. He probably did, he thinks ruefully, remembering how small he’d been when he was that age.

The kid suddenly realizes that Tony’s standing there too and exclaims, just as loudly, “And Mr. Iron Man Sir!”

It draws the attention of more than a few people who had been looking at the posters hung up around the hall, but are now eyeing the two of them with interest. Steve sighs at his husband and pulls his ring out of his pocket, already knowing that they’re going to be inundated with questions for a long time so there’s no point in keeping it hidden when their role play is over before it even began.

As the kid who first noticed them starts asking for an autograph, he wonders if he even has enough ink in the pen he always keeps on him to handle all the autographs he’ll undoubtedly have to sign tonight. Well, he thinks, oddly happy, not like he and Tony won’t get the chance to try again.

~

4. The Fuego Club

Tony doesn’t get any further than “Hey, stran—” before both of their Avengers IDs start ringing, a never-ending clamor interrupting their playtime yet again.

Steve reaches for his first, but only manages to shut it off when Doctor Doom comes crashing through the club windows. Glass shatters, and the clubgoers shriek, scattering out of the way. Tony groans, dropping his head onto the table before he lunges to his feet, activating the wrist gauntlet as he does.

Doom himself rises from the glass, hardly looking phased. He catches sight of Steve and Tony, giving the appearance of delighted glee even through the mask as he says, “Happy anniversary! I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

And even as Tony prepares himself to fight, there’s an odd twisting in his stomach that he can’t help but wonder what it is.

~

5. The Annual Maria Stark Foundation Gala

There’s a man across the ballroom floor who’s been making eyes at Steve for the last hour. He’s pretty sure Natasha would describe him as tall (though not as tall as Steve, not that many people are), dark, and handsome—exactly Steve’s type. Ever since they first locked eyes, he’s been wanting to go over there to talk to him—something tells him the man would welcome it—but he’s been too busy trying to talk the wealthy citizens of New York City into donating to the foundation.

He finally manages to extract himself from Mrs. Covington’s desperate clutches—he’s pretty sure she thinks he’s her last hope of having grandchildren, considering the way she’s been trying to talk up her daughter for the last twenty minutes—and starts making his way across the ballroom.

The man catches him coming and offers him a flirtatious smile, half-hiding it behind a glass of champagne. Steve grins back at him, knowing it probably looks dopey—he’s terrible at flirting—and then almost immediately trips over Clint.

“Steve!” Clint exclaims, eyes lighting up. “Just the person I wanted to talk to.”

“What?” Steve says confusedly, glancing back toward the man. He’s been waylaid as well—by Mrs. Covington, no less, and Steve would give anything to know how she made it across the ballroom before he did.

“Look, I need your advice with Laura. Our anniversary’s coming up. You always have the most romantic plans for your anniversaries with Tony, and you know me, I’m the worst at romance. I was hoping you might have some ideas?”

Now completely taken out of the scene, Steve glances at the man—Tony—and gives him a sheepish look. He knows how long it’ll take to get through this conversation with Clint. Clint isn’t kidding, he really is hopeless when it comes to romantic ideas (not that Tony’s any better). It’ll probably be a while before he can extricate himself from this situation.

Tony catches him looking, gaze darting to Clint before he looks back at Steve and shrugs. What else can they do? It’s not like he can just abandon Clint, after all, he tells himself. That’s the only reason he’s not going over there.

~

+1. JFK International Airport

They’re halfway to the hotel the airline had recommended when the flights were cancelled when Tony realizes he can’t stop staring at Steve’s left hand. There’s a faint tan line there, just barely visible on his ring finger, one that Tony knows matches his own. It looks… wrong, like it should be covered up, like it was something so private that even Tony shouldn’t have seen it.

He flexes his hand, feeling the absence of the cool weight of his own ring. He feels naked without it, and even though it’s just in his pocket, it feels a million miles away right now.

“Tony?” Steve asks, concerned tone a far cry from the aroused one he’d used when Tony had asked if they wanted to share a cab. “Everything okay?”

He’s breaking character, but Tony can only find that he appreciates it.

“I… no,” he finally says, nearly gasps it.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to do this,” he realizes. He’d thought he had, thought that the strangers meeting somewhere would be a hot fantasy, but he’s realizing now that he wants it to stay that way—a fantasy. It should be weird—they’d gotten as far as the bedroom the second time they’d tried this, after all—but he doesn’t want to go through with this anymore. “I don’t want to be strangers. I don’t want to pretend I don’t know you. I married you.”

“Oh thank goodness,” Steve says, immediately pulling his own ring out of his pocket and sliding it on his hand. Tony hurries up and does the same thing. The ring feels right against his skin, as right as it had felt wrong to have it removed. “I thought it was just me getting all relieved that we didn’t have to go through with it those other times.”

“Definitely not,” Tony assures him. He lifts up Steve’s left hand and kisses the ring he’d put there all those years ago. “I thought it would be hot, but I don’t think this is a kink I have.”

“No, me neither,” Steve agrees. “I know you. I’ve known you since I watched you fly into that wormhole. It didn’t feel right to ignore all that history.”

Tony shakes his head.

“But,” Steve says, grinning boyishly at him in that way he knows Tony can’t resist. “Since we’ve got the hotel room and all…”

Tony sees where he’s going with that sentence and kisses him. “Well, it’d just be a waste not to use it when we’ve got the night off from the team and all.”

“Exactly.”

#alle writes #alle answers #stevetony #reblogs are love #if you like please reblog

[so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed]

Week 1: Scramble [Zayn & Louis, 3k, teen and up]

“Would you like your eggs cooked, scrambled or fertilised tomorrow morning?”

Zayn looks at the stranger thoughtfully. “You know,” he says, “I don't think that pick up line works when we're both male.”

Or: the fic where Louis tries to cheer up a stranger in a bar.

Week 2: Particular [Larry, 4k, teen and up]

Taking a sip from his water, Louis shifts the mic a little closer to his face, presses the hotkey on his keyboard to continue the recording. “I recently heard someone say there’s a piece of you in how I dress, and it got me thinking. We all subconsciously pick up habits from our loved ones. Whether it’s a particular turn of phrase, or something that we got into because someone we care about loved it. I’ve asked this question on my Instagram – shutupandlistenpodcast – and we’ve had a few wonderful replies to that, so I’ll be reading some of those out shortly, but first I wanted to talk about the people that have become part of me, simply by being part of my life.”

Week 3: Swing [Larry, 5k, teen and up]

Louis swallows, looking at Harry, who grins at him as though nothing’s wrong. He’s leaning against the door of a wardrobe, his long hair having lost some of its curls due to the amount of times he’s run his fingers through it. Louis is still where he was the moment the door got closed behind them, all but pressed up against the wood, trying to keep as much distance between him and Harry as possible.

His heart stutters in his chest as he looks up at his best friend. He’s known Harry since he was barely out of diapers, and Harry gets him in a way that few people ever have – or have tried to. He knows him, to the point where sometimes Louis worries that he’s able to read his mind.

Or: It's Seven minutes in Heaven, but Louis sort of feels like he's ended up in Hell instead when he's forced into a small bedroom with his childhood best friend slash long time crush.

Week 4: Describe [Ziam, 3,5k, mature]

It’s not like his descent into addiction has been anything less than extremely public. It’s not like people won’t have expected it. His fans certainly have, he knows that much. He knows that they might even be happy that he’s here. Liam wishes that he could say he did it because of them. Because of the people that have followed his career, made his career. In a way, maybe he is. Because he wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for them, if he’d simply been Liam Payne of Wolverhampton, as opposed to Liam Payne, 1/5th of One Direction.

But he’s not here for them.

Week 5: Check [Larry, 10k, mature]

He’s just finished making a drink for another customer when a literal angel walks towards him. It’s not an exaggeration to say that the crowd almost seems to part for him, and for a moment Louis wonders if there’s a literal halo around him or if it’s just the lights in the bar, and then he notices the way the man trips over nothing, and the illusion wanes somewhat.

He’s still fucking gorgeous though, even on bambi legs, and Louis resists the urge to paste on his tried-and-ever-undefeated flirty smile. Instead he just grins, appraising this newest customer and trying to remain professional. He might be demiromantic, or whatever the fuck Zayn had called it, but that doesn’t mean he can’t appreciate this man’s good looks. After all, his romantic identity had nothing to do with his sexual identity, much as people assumed it did. For a brief moment Louis laments his decision to stop sleeping with people, especially when the boy pops a dimple when he smiles back at him.

Or: Louis is a bartender who doesn't take drink orders, but just makes drinks based on what he thinks his customers will like. Harry is just another customer. Or is he?

Written for round 6 of the @wordplayfics challenge

#my fic post #hljournal #hlcreators #hlsource #hlficlibrary #hlupdate #1dsource #1dficvillage #trackinghappily #trackinghome #tracksintheam

[wolfverse-stories]

It's the end of the world as we know it (And I'm not fine)

(Reverse Robins / Zombie au)

Chapter 3

   Bart wasn't doing too good at all. No matter how hard Tim tried the kid's fever just would not go down. He had found some medicine but it didn't seem to make any difference.

     "Hey buddy" Tim muttered gently stroking his hair "I want to try the medicine again, Think you can sit up and take it?" 

     "Umm," Bart slowly sat up just enough to take the medicine before falling back down from exhaustion. If things didn't get better soon he was going to have to do something drastic.

    He sighed walking back into the living room. Jason was curled up on the couch with a book he had found.

     "What are you reading?" Tim asked walking towards the couch 

     "Pride and Prejudice," Jason said turning back to his book.

     "I thought you already read that," Tim said sitting down next to him.

     "Yeah, but it's my comfort book" He snuggled closer to his older brother.

     "I don't think I've read it before," Tim said gently running his fingers through Jason's hair.

     "Then I'll read it to you" Jason offered.

     "I'd like that" Tim smiled listening to Jason read as he drifted off.

Meanwhile

     "And it looks like that does it for the gas" Wally muttered as the car came to a stop. Everyone got out quietly gathering the bags.

     "Try to keep the noise down, we don't want to  attract any infected, it's  a three days walk from here" Damian turned to his younger sister "Cass you're the most alert so you take the lead I'll watch the back"

Timeskip

     Cass led the way with Steph right behind her carrying Dick. Wally and Damian walked behind them keeping a careful eye out.

     "We should have a movie night once we get to the tower" Wally suggested slowing down to walk beside Damian.

     "What?" Damian turned towards the redhead "Only you could think about a movie night during the end of the world"

     "Why not ninety percent of movies are about the end of the world" Wally smiled.

     "And that's exactly what everyone needs right now" Damian rolled his eyes.

     "I was thinking feel-good movies you know like the classic Disney cartoons" Wally explained.

     "I wouldn't call Disney feel-good movies Bambi's mom dies, Simba's dad dies, old yeller dies, and don't even get me started on the yearling"

     "Have you seen any Disney movies that aren't about animals?"

Meanwhile

     Tim gently dabbed the damp towel on Bart's forehead. The kid was shaking badly and having a hard time breathing. No matter what Tim tried he just kept getting worse. Tim let other a sigh before walking out of the bedroom. Jason looked up from the book he was reading as soon as he entered the room.

     "How's he doing?" Though his voice was calm Tim could clearly see the fear in his little brother's eyes.

     "Not good I got his fever to go down a little but if he doesn't get the proper food intake his bodies he won't be able to fight this" Tim frowned washing his hands.

     "I can't believe how fast it hit him one minute he's perfectly fine and the next..." He trailed off looking at the ground.

     "Speedsters don't usually get sick and when they do their immune system works fast to heal them," Tim said drying his hands off "But Bart hasn't been able to get enough nutrients and his body is shutting down, Speedsters can't last long without eating enough"

     "So what do we do?" Jason started at his older brother begging for an answer.

     "I have to go back to the cave" Tim sighed "Bruce kept a stash of emergency food for speedsters mostly super calorie bars and stuff like that It should be enough until we get to the watch tower"

    "You can't" Jason stared at him in horror "Going back there is a suicide mission"

     "I don't have much of a choice" Tim frowned looking over at the sleeping kid in the other room.

Meanwhile

     "It's getting late we should make camp for tonight" Steph suggested helping Dick up. Damian wanted to argue but decided against it seeing the exhausted look on everyone's face.

     "Fine Cass keep an eye out while me and West can set up the campsite" Damian nodded pulling out a few supplies. Wally quickly gathered wood and started a fire so they could cook.

     "Here," Dick smiled holding up a few plants "These are eatable right?"

     "Yep, good job kiddo" Wally smiled ruffling his hair.

     "I wanted to get more but these were all I could find"  Dick frowned.

     "This is more than enough" Wally reassured him.

     "You did good Richard" Damian agreed joining them.

     "Good job little brother" Cass smiled giving him a thumbs up

Timeskip

     After eating they all gathered around the fire getting ready for sleep. Damian sat off by him as he watched Cass wrapping a blanket around her and Dick. Wally slowly got up and walked over to Damian, his movements were clumsy and he was breathing heavily.

     "You okay?" Damian asked studying the speedster.

     "Yeah, just a little tired" Wally responded sitting down next to him "Something wrong big bird?"

     "Nothing" Damian replied looking away.

     "Okay let me rephrase that" Wally leaned in front of him "I know somethings wrong so can we skip the whole lone bat thing and you just tell me what's troubling you"

    "Just thinking about Tim and Jason" Damian sighed.

     "I'm sure they're all fine" Wally gave him a reassuring smile "After all their robins"

     "Tim was a Robin and it got him blown up in a warehouse" Damian responded grimly.

     "And he came back" Wally pointed out "Besides Tim's got Rose now and Rose won't let anything happen to her 'Undead Nerd' "

     "I suppose you're right" Damian nodded. Rose may be a manipulative psychopath but she was also very protective.

     "Besides both Tim and Jason grew up on zombie shooter games" Wally added.

     "Tim cheated at those games" Damian narrowed his eyes.

     "You're just mad because he beat you" Wally chuckled.

     "It's my turn to watch, you two get some sleep" Steph ordered. Wally responded by sticking out his tongue.

     "Real mature West" Damian rolled his eyes unable to suppress a small smile.

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#fanfic #batfam #tim drake #zombies #damian wayne #jason todd #reverse robins #reverse batfam #ao3 #batman #wally west

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Magnolia Blues--Chapter 2: Butterflies and Strawberries

Esmeralda ‘Jo’ Jones is new in town, but has already been building big dreams for herself. Eddie Munson knows that the path in his life leads him to just west of 'Nowhere Fast’ as he’s no stranger to the circumstances and how they don’t always work out for some people. When Jo and Eddie meet, it seems like a spark that may or may not catch. But the slowest loves are the ones that mean and hurt the worst.

Black OC X Eddie Munson.

NOTE: All canonical deaths still stand. The gore is NOT described as the main focus in the romance.

Chapter 1--Meetings | Chapter 2– Butterflies and Strawberries | Chapter 3–The Vortex Meets a Magnolia | Chapter 4–Action Vs. Reaction | Chapter 5–Sights Ahead: When Clouds Meet The Ground | Chapter 6–Psychic: Damage and Healing (Final Part)

Bonus: Deleted Scenes (Fluff, fluff, and more full)

The hallways, a place where Jo admittedly knows she will stand out no matter what, is somewhat of a solace after History. The pointed introduction is not her style but at least here, sinking into the flow of bodies, Jo knows that she won’t have to call attention to her newness. And as the weeks progress, Jo keeps herself in the hallways for as long as she can. 

Her locker releases with a light click and she lifts to get the door open. It’s been one to stick the colder the mornings get. More than once she’s chipped her nail polish or had to run to the nurse’s office for a quick bandage because she scraped her knuckle on the damned contraption. With a huff, Jo gets the metal to give and she swings open the door. 

“Please tell me your ‘rents have loosened their grip,” Eddie says sliding up next to Jo while she works on switching out her binders for the day. 

“What are you on about Eddie?”

“My band. We’re practicing and we need an unbiased but clearly obvious willing skeptic to weigh in on this song.”

“And I am such skeptic?” Jo asks. 

“Look, we can work on whatever homework your parents are going to check over when you get back. But this is one of the free days before Dungeons and Dragons and it’s important. So are you in or are you out?”

“You mean check your answers in algebra for every riff you nail?”

Eddie’s smile lifts his cheeks and he follows the moment of softness with a scoff. “I’m surprised a pop princess such as yourself even knows the term riff. And it’s shred. You shred a riff.”

“Whatever it is, sure I guess I can help. Just give me the address before lunch. I have to leave early today for a doctor’s appointment.”

“You okay?”

“Fit as a fiddle,” Jo returns, slamming the door closed in order to avoid the lock not catching. 

“Fiddles don’t go to the doctor if they’re fit,” Eddie counters in a whisper. 

Jo watches the way Eddie glances down to the ground and his fingers twist his rings around. It’s not that she wants to say it's worry on his face. But there’s something about the concern in Eddie’s face that breaks through the usual sarcastic veneer he holds in front of himself. It spurs a softness in Jo and she lets the truth spill over her tongue with ease. “I need a physical to try out for track and field. I was supposed to do it before the school year started but there was something screwy with the insurance. Got sorted finally and now I’m going.”

Eddie nods, head raising slowly at the news. “Ew. An athlete--who even are you?” 

Jo laughs at the jab. “Someone that can run literal laps around you. Besides, what if I landed in the Olympics? Wouldn’t you feel just silly for such a statement?”

“Prove it to me then, Bambi.” Eddie juts his chin out, crouching almost like getting ready at the start line. 

Jo laughs, turning from Eddie. “You’d barely get the chance to eat my smoke, Munson.” Just as the sentence leaves her mouth the bell rings and Eddie pops his head up, an action to flick the hair out of his face but he watches Jo striding down towards their first class today, History. 

“Oh, don’t give me a challenge,” Eddie whispers to himself before straightening up and catching up to Jo. 

_____________

Eddie knows it’s useless. When the thwack comes to the back of his head, he knows only one person would even dare consider it. But he still spins to the offender only to find Jo slapping her tray down onto the cafeteria table. The not quite fully considerable piles of peas served at the lunch splash over the edge of the container at the action. Jo settles to his left, lifting the slice of pizza up before she’s fully seated. 

“As I was saying,” Eddie continues, spinning back to the group. “Next week--let’s be prepared. Alright boys, let’s be fucking prepared.”

The rest of the table nods, poking around at their trays but not quite fully settling in to eat any of the school’s lunch. “I’m still reeling,” Dustin grins. 

Jo listens to the group recounting their latest adventure. She listens to the play-by-play of the barely dodged spells, the wounds endured. She’d never played, but she still grins listening to the group in excitement. Eddie, satisfied at the sound of the excited murmurs of the group, turns to Jo. “One of these days you’re going to regret that.”

“You’ve said that every day for the last eight months damn near and I haven’t yet. And by the way, we got a C+ on the report.” They’d been paired together on a book report to present their novel from both the protagonist and antagonist perspective and then give a dramatic retelling. A project that would have easily been aced by both of them. Given Eddie’s background as the DM for the Hellfire Club he was no stranger to piecing together a juicy tale. Jo actually read the book for what it’s worth and combined it felt like a project that couldn’t fail. But life gets in the way. With his uncle gone most of the time, it was up to Eddie to fend for himself in most ways and the time he did have to not sink into the pit of worry and despair he was filling with Dungeons and Dragons, and the band. His only two escapes in the world that didn’t have him guzzling to the bottom of a beer bottle. He hated resorting to those moments. 

A flash of worry crosses Eddie’s face. “That-that doesn’t fuck up your grade does it?”

Jo cracks into the paper carton of milk. “I’d have to literally not turn anything in to be worried. We’re good.”

“I’d say you couldn’t have done it without me, but,” Eddie punctuates the sentence with a shrug. 

“It was busy work before spring break and we both know it. It’s whatever.” Jo returns her attention back to the food on her tray. 

“For such an athlete, you eat like garbage,” Eddie teases. “And right before invitational too? Coach Sanders won’t be happy.”

Jo narrows her gaze at Eddie. “You shut your whore mouth, Eddie.”

“Or what? You’re going to make me shut it?”

“That would just make your day wouldn’t it?”

Eddie shrugs. “We’ll never know until we try.”

“But then oh what would come of the latest wizards, bards, clerics, and barbarians in Basements and Lizards?”

“Dungeons and Dragons--you’re not even using alliteration. You can’t disrespect the game and not even use clever alliteration.”

Jo picks up a pea and tosses it in Eddie’s face. “You’re the clever one, but that’s going to get you in trouble one of these days.”

“Maybe I’m hoping it will,” Eddie starts before looking out over the cafeteria. In the bottom of his peripheral vision, Eddie catches the top of his lunch box. Beneath the pretzels and the half a sandwich, he knows what sits in the tin. Would it bother Jo? At the end of the day, it was keeping him afloat. The only truth to the matter is that Eddie did what felt necessary. It doesn’t matter if it’s accepted--it was always necessary. 

Eddie hears the conversations all around him. Mike and Dustin talking about Mike’s upcoming trip over spring break to California. Jo is laughing at something. He can hear from behind him someone talking about all the moves to be made in chess. There’s the obnoxious thump of someone with a basketball. There’s the clattering of trays as they slide down over the tables. 

The bell rings and everyone begins to collect their stuff and Eddie sees it, but he stays in his seat. When Jo’s almost about to pass him, Eddie reaches for her wrist, the metal of her bracelets is warmth from wear. “You can afford to skip your next class right?” Eddie asks. 

Jo laughs. “I skip once with you and now we’re making it a pattern? I’ve got a chemistry exam on Friday. I don’t want to miss the review.”

“What’s your grade in Chemistry right now?”

“An A,” Jo answers. 

“You can afford to miss the review.” Eddie stands, grabbing his lunch box and then leading both of them to the tray return. 

“Eddie. I can meet you after practice for a bit in the classroom that you hold Dungeons and Dragons in if you want.”

His grip doesn’t loosen, but he does move from holding her wrist to pressing his palm into hers. “Jo, live a little. Today’s Wednesday. Your test is Friday. That’s two days for you to review. Teacher’s are barely doing anything the rest of this week or next week due to the break in two weeks. You have invitational that you’ve worked your ass off to over qualify for. A little bit of rest. That’s all I’m asking.”

They fall in line with the rest of the students leaving the cafeteria. Jo sighs, hitching her bag up onto her shoulder. She did feel confident about the test and most of the next week would be labs, presentations, and barely worthy material. It wouldn’t hurt. 

“I’m going to take that silence for a very hesitant yes, Bambi,” Eddie teases as he veers off to the left of the wave. He nods in the direction of the art and music hall. “What do you say?”

“Where are we going?” Jo asks. 

“Is that a yes?”

“It’s a yes. Now, c’mon. Before we get caught.” Eddie spins on his heel and continues guiding them through the hallways. “Tell me, where does Jo come from? Is it for Flo-Jo?”

The sound of the name makes Jo peer up, the skin between her brows pulling together and she can feel it tightening her face. “You know about her?”

“I do my reading,” Eddie counters. “I mean, you made the track team and you’re blowing everyone out of the water. You don’t give anyone time to eat your dust. I’m just curious about the name. When you got paraded around at the end of your last meet, and you showed me the certificate said ‘Esmeralda’.”

“Too bad they didn’t print Bambi, huh?”

Eddie lets a light tuft of laughter escape his chest. He never thought he’d even admit when he called Jo Bambi a few months back that he wanted it to stick. He halfway expected Jo to correct him then, or more accurately tell him to fuck off. But now it seems she’s taken a liking to it. He likes having that name for her, that's just his. No one else dares to use it. 

“My middle name is Joselyn.”

“Esmeralda Joselyn Jones. Phew, how did all of that fit on the birth certificate?”

“Just barely,” Jo returns quietly. They cut through the art and music hallway to the gymnasium and just off to the side are another set of doors that lead out the back side of the school. They’re careful as they cross from paved pathways to the wooded areas. A few feet in is the bench and table hidden just enough in the trees that they’re covered but still close enough to make it back to the building as the classes switch. 

Jo only really realizes that she’s been holding hands with Eddie until she slips her bag down off her shoulder. She takes in the sight of Eddie’s fingers threaded through hers. She’s not sure how she missed it. But now that she's cognizant of it, she likes the weight, the way he holds tightly but is not quite crossing the line into a full on squeeze. Jo places her bag onto the table and then moves to sit next to the bag on top. Her action causes their hands to separate. It’s a slow unravel and then Jo’s hoisting herself up on the table and Eddie’s in front of her. If he takes one step, their denim cladded jeans would touch. 

“So Jo? It’s a shortened version of your middle and last names?” Eddie asks. He maintains the twelve inches between them. 

“Yep. But I think it’s cool now that Flo Jo’s on the scene. Like I could carry a piece of her if I keep at this.”

“You’re insane on that field,” Eddie starts. “First of all, I’m shocked that you invited me to a meet, but I am glad to see you race. It only feels right after you came to support Corroded Coffin to bring our audience up to 5 drunks and one sober. But I mean it. You’re like a ghost. One second you’re there at the start and the next you’re done, crossing the finish line.”

Jo shrugs, though her cheeks do warm at the praise. “I’m not that fast.”

“Could’ve fooled me. What’s your goal with track and field? You’ve joked about the Olympics, I think you could make it.”

“I want running to take me as far as it can. I’ve been doing this since I could walk. I mean why not let it take me further. It’s like you and music.”

Eddie scoffs and then takes a half step back. “Me and music--it’s not the same.”

Jo balks at the comment leaning forward as Eddie continues a small shuffle backwards. “Eddie, you’re brilliant on the guitar. I mean, the best I’ve ever seen.” 

“Jo, you and track can actually go somewhere. You’ve got recruiters coming to Hawkins. I mean fucking Hawkins, Indiana where we’ve got dying downtowns and malls that burn down. My band and I play at The Hideout. We’re just, like, babies. It’s not the same. I know we have to start somewhere. But like, you’ve already got the momentum.”

 Jo jumps from the table and takes Eddie by his elbow to spin him around. When he’s facing her, she reaches up to take a light hold of his chin. “Just because you’re not where you want to be now doesn’t mean you won’t get there. Corroded Coffin absolutely shreds and will go places.”

“You have to say that.”

“I don’t have to say shit. And I never say things I don’t mean.”

The brush of her fingers makes Eddie’s spine tingle just a little. “You mean that?”

“What did I just say?”

It’s here, with them toe to toe that Eddie takes in the depth to her brown eyes. It’s obvious it’s always been a dark cool brown that’s swallowed her irises. But Eddie’s never really had a moment to appreciate them like this until now. He likes the game of hunting her pupil from the rich brown. He likes watching the blink and the sweep of her lashes hiding and unveiling her eyes. He travels the sight down over her nose, noticing the moles decorated across her cheeks and then down to her lips. And there, when he watches the gloss of her lips sparkle, he forgets his smart comment in return. Would she let him? 

“You’re going to have to repeat that,” Eddie whispers. “Because I’m totally distracted right now.”

“Distracted, is that so? By what?” Jo whispers in return. Her hands have slipped down down the sides of his jacket, and threading behind his back to hold Eddie close. 

Eddie’s gentle when he taps a finger right next to Jo’s lips. “By the thought of kissing you.”

“I think you should.”

“Should?”

“Yeah, I think you should kiss me.” It comes out with a rush of confidence. But the second the sentence leaves Jo mouth she’s grateful for the mints she always keeps in her bag for the after lunch classes and slightly worried that Eddie’s going to think she’s being way too forward. Would it scare him off?

“As you wish,” Eddie returns before closing the distance between them. The gloss is tacky. It’s clear that Jo snuck a mint sometime between the pizza slice and now. But the softness of her lips sets Eddie’s gut on fire. He cups her cheek with one hand and the other tightens around her waist. 

Jo’s not that much shorter than Eddie, only about three inches or so. But she still stretches up into the kiss and her head feels like it’s spinning. But she likes it. She wants nothing more than to stay suspended in the feeling of almost falling, of almost tipping over, of almost cross eyed vision. The kiss ends slowly. Jo pulls back first but Eddie chases down one and then two more kisses before he pulls back as well.  

“It’s going to suck if I wake up and this is all just a dream. I mean, a good dream, finally for once. But I’m going to be pissed,” Eddie offers, dropping his forehead to Jo’s. 

“Good thing it’s not just a dream.”  Jo laughs just a little when they separate a little. She reaches up to try and clear the gloss left on his lips. 

“No, no, leave. It’s going to make my lips soft and it smells,” Eddie rolls his lips up to nose, “is it strawberry?”

Jo nods, her grin lifting up her cheeks. “Yes, it’s strawberry. It came in this set that Erica and I split.”

“Erica?”

“Lucas’ younger sister.”

“Wait--you hang out with Sinclair and his sister?”

“News flash, Eddie, the handful of Black people do have to stick together in this town.”

“I didn’t-no, not like that. I’m just shocked, that’s all.” Eddie takes another sniff of the lip gloss and that causes both of them to explode into deep laughter. “Stop. It smells really good.”

“I’ll get you some of your own then,” Jo offers. “How does that sound?”

“Sounds like a deal, Jo. Sounds like a good deal.”

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At Our Ex-Spence: Chapter #4

“It’s like I’m suddenly second rate, Ally!” Stuart hollers as he paces. “Like what is up with this shit? Did I suddenly become lesser than simply because there’s two of me? What even is my life?”

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“Let me get this straight. You want me to leave here and go with you to meet a woman you claim I’ve met but just don’t remember meeting because she has some vaguely important information to impart upon me?” Stiles states with an annoyed tone, his arms cross over his chest and his hip cocked to one side. 

Spencer has mastered control, but it's being tested right now. However, he also knows this is important and has to fight to rein in the flashing his eyes want to do. “Yes.”

Stiles narrows his eyes and pulls out his phone.

[Stiles] I’m going with SSA Spencer Reid to meet my Aunt Clarrissa. Text me in an hour to check in?

[Peter] I turned on your GPS. So, I will track you just in case.

[Stiles] See? Creeperwolf. Wolf that is creepy.

[Peter] Hush now, darling. I prefer wolf who wishes to keep Bambi alive. Now run along. I have business to attend to.

[Stiles] You’d better not be snooping.

[Peter] I’m offended you’d think so little of me. I did that yesterday.

[Stiles] Asshole.

[Peter] Yes, dear.

With an epic eye roll Stiles looks up at Spencer as he slips his phone back into his pocket. “Fine. Lead the way.”

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“It’s like I’m suddenly second rate, Ally!” Stuart hollers as he paces. “Like what is up with this shit? Did I suddenly become lesser than simply because there’s two of me? What even is my life?”

“Babe, sit down.”

“Why?”

Allison pats the sofa next to her and he plops down with a grumble under his breath. Her fingers gently card through his hair and slowly he relaxes. “There aren’t two of you. There is you, Stuart and there is him, Stiles. Just because you look alike doesn’t mean you are the same person identical in every way.”

“It’s called identical twins for a reason,” Stuart says.

“It’s not called twins to the last detail. Your personalities are not identical.” She gestures to one of the boards. “You love tech, and he is good at tech but he’s not as good as you. He loves history and you are okay with certain eras, but he could out fact you easily. You love soccer. He loves lacrosse. You love comedy movies. He loves action movies. You’re not identical, babe.”

Stuart sniffs and glances at her. “Just wait until you see him. You might take that back. Who knows, you might even choose him instead just like—OW!!”

Allison glares at him as he rubs his arm where she smacked him with a pout on his face. “Don’t be a dick. You’re the one I love, you asshole.” She stands up and turns away.

“Hey! Where are you going?” he asks, his voice soft and lined with worry.

Her expression softens and she sighs. “I have dinner with my dad. I’m already late but I wanted to let you talk this out.”

Stuart groans. “Great. There is now yet another reason for Mr. Argent to hate me.”

Her lips twitch. “He doesn’t hate you. He just—”

“—doesn’t think there’s anyone who will ever be good enough for his Little Sparrow,” he teases with a smile. “I know.”

Brown curls bob as Allison giggles, shaking her head with a fond smile on her face. Then she pulls him up for a kiss. It’s soft, gentle and loving. “Love you, Stu.”

“Love you too, Little Dove.”

With a grin matching Stuart’s, Allison pulls away and grabs her bag. She steals another kiss and then gives him a fond look, eyes full of affection before she turns and heads to the door.

Stuart watches her leave, hears the door lock and then turns towards the office. With a deep breath he dives back into his research. The answers are here somewhere he’s sure of it.

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a little ode to eddie munson, may he rest in peace. i know techincally it's not his death day anymore for me, but somewhere in the world it is. anyway, have this, its sad as fuck.

hurt / comfort, eddie and his mamma. 1.6k words

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He let out a sharp breath, a pained whimper, curling in on himself on the hard ground. It was dark, wherever he was, he could tell even with his eyes closed. But it wasn’t cold, not anymore. 

Here, the air was cleaner, it had an inviting smell and warmth about it. But that didn’t change the hollow feeling Eddie felt deep in his chest. He clutched it, gripping the cotton of the shirt over his heart until his nails dug into flesh and the tips of his fingers were white. 

He didn’t have a heartbeat, not anymore. 

He was crying. Hot tears streamlined down his cheeks and into his hair, mixed with saliva and mucus. But no blood. Not anymore. 

His body didn’t ache either. The sharp needle-like teeth of the demon-bats were not slicing through his flesh and tearing out his insides anymore. He couldn’t feel the blood pooling under him and soaking into the dirt below. He couldn’t feel Dustin's warm arms wrapped around him, couldn’t hear his cries. 

It was quiet here. Desolate. Almost eerie. 

“Shh.” He heard a soft voice mutter from behind. It was familiar. It sounded like home. 

“You’re safe now.” It whispered again, and a warm hand outstretched to stroke through his curls, “You’re safe now, my baby.” 

Eddie stuttered his crying, tensing up. He was scared to look, worried he’d lost his mind and settled into a state of delusion. He slowly looked back over his shoulder to see who knelt there beside him, who lent the tender hand on his hair, who had the voice that felt like home. He wanted to see if he'd lost his mind, or if it was really who he’d hoped it was. 

She smiled at him, with a halo of curls that had more spring in them than Eddies, big bambi eyes just like his own, “Mamma?” 

She smoothed her hands over each of his cheeks and brushed away his sticky tears, “I’m here.” She whispered again, almost like a plea, “Mammas here, my brave boy.” 

Eddie sobbed, clinging to her with dear life. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and gripped at the shirt on her back harder than he gripped his own just before. His tears soaked through the fabric of her collar, but she didn’t seem to mind it. She rubbed a hand over his back and scrunched the curls at the base of his neck, humming a soft lullaby Eddie hadn’t heard since he was eight. 

His heart ached. He’d missed it, her song. It was a tale of a mighty warrior who sacrificed her life to save her child, passed down through many generations of Munson women. When Eddie couldn’t sleep as a boy, she’d sit on the edge of his bed and run her trembling hands through his hair and sing it so softly until he fell asleep. 

He thought it was ironic, in a way, that she used to sing this song to him and died protecting her baby, when she stepped in front of the bullet her husband intended to shoot through Eddie’s shoulder. It was fucked up, he needed an alibi or something for some dodgy shit, and so his first thought was to put his son in the hospital for one. 

It’s like she’d been telling him the tale of her death his whole life, and it hurt to think about when he lay in bed alone at night, with nightmares keeping him up, with no mamma to sing him back to sleep.

She’d died for her little one, her little sheep like she used to call him, with the way he’d follow her around all day every day as a boy. 

Eddie supposed it was like an ode to her, when he died for his own little sheep. When he took the bullet for a boy who was too young to be going through something so horrible, when he had so much more life inside him to live. 

He never thought he’d hear the song again. He never thought he’d hear her sing it to him again, to have her arms wrapped safely around him, comforting him when he had nowhere else to go. 

He never thought he’d be so lucky. 

She kissed the top of his head, and his temple, and the place above his ear a hundred times over, and he heard when she choked on the lyrics and when there was a tremble in her tune. 

“I’ve got you, my little sheepie.” She whispered into his ear, her voice as soft as silk and comforting him in a way he’d thought he’d lost forever, “Mamma’s got you. You’re so brave. You’re so brave.” 

“I missed you.” Eddie managed to choke out, his throat hurt from crying so much, but that didn’t matter now. 

Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing except his mamma. 

“I missed you so much.” 

“I missed you too, baby.” Her voice was muffled by his hair, but he heard her well enough, “I missed you every day, watching you grow up. You’re so beautiful. You’re so beautiful. You’re such a beautiful boy, so brave, so good. I love you. I love you, Eddie.” 

“I love you too.” He cried, pulling back just enough to look at her again, because he was missing the sight of her smile already. It had been so long since he really got to look at her. It had been too long. 

She looked exactly the same as she did that day, when he lost her, only this time she seemed healthier. There were no worry lines tattooed on her face, no cuts or swelling bruises, no bags under her eyes. 

Oh, her eyes. They really did look just like his. Wayne used to tell him all the time, every time Eddie would look in his reflection with a sombre mood, playing with the ends of his hair and wishing it might be hers instead. It was one of his favourite things about them as a boy, that they matched. That they’d always match. 

The longer he had without her, the more he doubted how similar they actually were. The more he looked at his own empty reflection, the less he saw her in his own eyes. 

He sobbed, a happy cry with a wet smile as he drew a line over her cheekbone with the tip of his pale finger. He traced it over the bride of her nose and her eyebrows, dusted it over her lashes. They really were the same, big brown, soul bearing eyes. Only this time they were bright. The tears in them were not tainted with worry or fear, they were glistening, even in the dark, dripping down her face and leaving a shimmer like stardust. They were happy, and hurt, and overwhelmed, and loving. 

Eddie had never seen his mother cry like this before. If he ever saw her cry as a boy, it was after his father had hurt her, and they’d burn down the gashes and bruises on her cheeks and chill Eddie to the bone. 

He never thought he’d be relieved to see his mother cry, until now, when these tears told him everything he’d ever wanted to know. 

That she was safe, rested, no longer scared of her own existence and worried sick about being able to put food on her son's plate. 

He couldn’t believe he had his mamma again. 

“I’m so selfish.” She said, sweeping his bangs back out of his eyes and laughing. It was the sweetest song he’d ever heard, to hear her laugh again. To know that he could have her laugh again, to know he could make her laugh with his terrible jokes and stupid mannerisms. 

“I should be grieving. I should be cursing the world for taking you out of it so soon. I gave my life so you could have a brighter one, so you could go on and make something of yourself. I should hate that you’re here, crying on my shoulder, only twenty one and taken from that world so brutally.” She sniffled and shook her head, her voice rang in his ears and steadied the thud in his head, “But I’m so selfish. I’ve waited too long to hold my baby again. Look at you- oh, just look at you. I’ve missed you so much.” 

He clung onto her again, holding her tight and making himself small in her hold, crawling into her lap like he did as a boy. 

“I’ve got you now.” She kissed his brow and cradled him close to her chest, “Nothing will ever hurt you again, my baby. I’ll look after you.” 

Eddie pressed himself tighter in her hold, furrowed his brow as more tears spilled. He wrapped a strand of her soft hair around one of his fingers and held it there, just like he’d been wanting to do for the past thirteen years. 

“I’ll look after you too, mamma.” He whispered to her. 

She sniffled and laughed softly, “We can look after each other.” 

He closed his eyes and let her rock them there on the floor. She hummed her song to him, gently scratching his scalp and playing with the unmannered curls of his hair. 

He was eight again, back in her arms, clinging onto her with all the life in his body, listening to her broken sobs as she sang the sweet lullaby and promised he’d be safe. Only this time Eddie was the one who was dying. He was the one who’s blood had been shed to save someone he cared about more than himself. 

But it was okay, because he had her again. She could keep him safe now, she could hold his hand and brush his hair and sing him to sleep when the dreams won't let him. And he can do all the same for her. 

He didn’t feel so hollow anymore. 

In fact, he’d never felt so alive. 

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Dirty Little Secret/ 1

Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

Word count- 3.4k

Includes- Complete filth, sub Wooyoung, Dom reader, mommy kink, riding, choking, collar and leash, use of "puppy" name, pussy eating, blow job, deep throating, cum eating, dirty talk, praising, teasing, orgasm denial, fucking from behind, multiple orgasms, angst

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @san-realblkwife @seonghwasstar @jejeyeppeo @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi

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J POV

I roll my hips back and forth, fucking his cock, leaning over him, my hand on his throat

He whines, looking up at me with pleading eyes

"What does my baby boy want?", I tease

"Mmmm", he whines

"Baby wants to be choked?"

He nods

I smirk, squeezing my hand on his throat

His fingers dig into my hips, his body going rigid and I move faster, bouncing on his dick

After a few seconds, I let go of his neck slowly, letting him breathe

"Good baby boy?"

He nods, "Yes mommy"

"My baby likes to be fucked good huh?"

He nods again, panting harder

I look down at his beautiful face in so much pleasure

Pleasure because of me

I honestly don't know how this happened

No wait I do

I don't know how it became this

He just told me some kinks he'd want to try and asked me if a girl would do it

I told him a girl might but he'd have to be honest with her about it

He asked me if I would do it if a guy asked me to

I said yeah, as long as I liked the guy

The kinks aren't bad

He just wants to be dominated

Held down, tied up, handcuffed, called names, teased, call whoever is doing it to him mommy

And choked

He really likes being choked

He asked me if I would do it with him and I said yes

Fuck it

He's my best friend

And I love him

Like in love with him

I told myself it would be once

So we did it and he loved it

And asked to keep doing it

So we have this best friends with benefits thing going on

But it's just to do his kinks

I usually ride him, tell him what to do and choke him until he orgasms

He doesn't fuck me hard unless I tell him to

He doesn't do anything unless I tell him to

He loves to be submissive

I know he can be dominant but he's not with me

With other girls yeah

But I'm what he calls his dirty little secret

No one knows about us or what I do to him

It's natural for us to disappear during shoots because we've always done it

It used to be to talk and catch up, get food, joke around, play a game on one of our cells

But now it's to fuck

It's the only way I can be with him, he feels safe with me, so I do it

"Please mommy", he cries

"What Woo? What does my baby want?"

"Want you to cum on me"

"Oh yeah?", I smirk

He nods, "Feels so good. Want your cream on me. Please"

I run my fingers in his jet black hair, the soft silk strands falling through easily

"Please", he begs

"We'll see", I say, sitting up

Reaching over the couch, I pull out the collar and leash he wanted me to buy for him

The collar has a tag I picked

One side says "Fuck Me", the other says "Not allowed to Cum until owner says so"

He got so fucking hard and so subby when he read the tags

He loves it

"Wanna be my puppy?"

He nods his head so fast, sitting up on his elbows, his head back, neck exposed to me

"What a good boy", I praise him, putting it around his neck

I check the time

About an hour before the break from the photo shoot is over

I climb off him and he whines

I tug sharply on the leash and he quiets down

"Don't worry puppy, I'll cum on your cock when I'm good and ready", I tell him, "But first you have to eat"

His eyes light up and he nods

I sit back on the couch, leaning on the arm rest, opening my legs

"Come on Woo"

He lays on his stomach immediately, his tongue on me, licking up slowly

"Mmm", I moan, pleasure filling me

He keeps going, his tongue moving up and down, swirling

He always eats my pussy so well

Like he can't get enough

I was so surprised that he's so good with his tongue

He usually brags about getting blow jobs or fucking a girl dumb with his massive cock

He never mentions eating them out or his tongue

It was a pleasant surprise

"Good boy", I praise him, running my fingers in his hair, watching him, "Puppy likes eating his pussy?"

He nods, "So much. Tastes so good"

"Mmmm hmm. It's all for you baby"

His hands grip my thighs hard, licking like his life depends on it

God his tongue is so fucking good

Moving my hand down, he pulls away a little, while I use my fingers to spread my lips

"Lick your bumb baby"

His tongue rolls over my clit over and over, sending amazing pleasure through my body

"Suck on your bumb puppy"

I watch his mouth wrap around my clit, sucking softly

"Yes baby. Just like that. My good boy knows how to suck so well"

His mouth moves faster every suck, bringing me closer, the sight of his pretty lips around my clit throwing me over the edge

"Fffuck, puppy", I moan, coming in so much pleasure

He keeps sucking, knowing not to let go until I tell him too

When I finish, I tell him, "Eat"

His tongue flies to my hole, licking my cum and moaning so loudly

"Puppy has to be quiet"

We went into a dressing room far from the set, locked the door, shut the lights and moved the couch to the wall to hide us, the only light coming from the small window

Enough to see by

"Sorry", he apologizes, giving me his big puppy eyes

"Go ahead baby. Tongue fuck your cunt"

His tongue dives inside me immediately, swirling it around

He pulls his tongue out, then shoves it back in, fucking it into me over and over

I squeeze his tongue every time it enters me, knowing every throb makes his cock harder

I grip his hair harder, twisting it as my orgasm approaches

Right before I snap, I tell him, "Tongue in baby. Gonna cum on it"

He moves his tongue all the way in and I fall over the edge, pleasure hitting me hard, coming all over his pretty tongue

He moans, fucking his tongue in again and swallowing my cum

"So good mommy, fuck wanna eat you all the time", he moans

I let him tongue fuck me a few more times before I tug on the leash

He moves off me immediately, sitting back

"Good boy", I praise him

He smiles shyly, happily

Looking down, I see his cock so fucking stiff, red and crying cum from his pretty slit

I lean to him, pushing him back, my mouth around his pretty head, tongue licking the cum from his head

"Mommy", he whines as I start sucking on him

His cock is huge, nice and thick, good to suck on

Like a big lollipop

And his cum tastes like candy

He has huge loads so when I let him cum in my mouth, I get so much of it

Sliding all the way down his cock, he's buried in my throat and I love the feel of him there

I love choking on him, swallowing and sucking

Anytime I can have his cock in my mouth, I'll take it

Bobbing my head, I take him in and out, keeping my tongue on the underside as I move

"Mommy, oh god, mommy", he cries, "So good mommy"

Taking him in again, I suck desperately on his cock, tasting all the cum leaking from him

"Mommy...I...can I cum?", he asks, his body shaking, pleasure all over his face

I shake my head

"But mommy-"

"Uh uh", I say around his cock

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying so hard not to cum as I suck his throbbing cock

"Mommy, I can't-", he pants

I pull off him just as he's about to explode

Some cum spills out of his slit and I lean down, licking it away

His whole body shivers, soft whines coming from his mouth

I'll let him cum soon

I have to, he has to finish the photo shoot

Moving on my hand and knees, I bend over, leaning on the arm of the couch

"Come fuck your hole puppy. Make me cum on your pretty cock and then you can cum inside me"

I watch him scramble behind me, his head pressing against my hole

"Please", he whines, waiting for me to give him the green light

"Inside baby"

He sheathes his cock inside me, moaning loudly, my cunt immediately latching on to him, throbbing around his thickness so pleasurably

"Fuck me puppy"

"Can...can...can I touch?"

"Yes"

His hands grip my hips as he pulls his length out of me

Before I could miss him, he's back inside, his pretty head slamming into my spot, stretching my slit wide open

He moves so fast, so powerfully, fucking into my hole like he's never going fuck me again

"Mmm... mommy's creaming my cock so much. Am I making you feel good?"

"Yes baby. You're making my pussy feel so good. Splitting mommy open so well"

"Yes mommy", he pants, "I'm doing a good job?"

"Yes baby boy. So good. Mommy's gonna cum soon"

"Yes, fuck", he moans, his hips moving faster, plunging his cock in so deep

So good

He knows how to use his cock and use it well

"Yes baby, just like that, fuck", I moan, pleasure crawling up my spine, "I'm gonna cum baby. Fuck I'm gonna cum all over your big cock"

"Yes mommy, please, please", he urges

His stiff length opens me again and pure pleasure hits me hard, coming and throbbing on his perfect cock

"Woo. Yes fuck. Baby boy fuck", I moan

"Mommy yes. So good, fuck so good.", he pants, "Your pussy feels so good mommy"

"Keep going baby", I whine, "Fuck me harder"

He does, fucking me through my orgasm, the sound of our skin slapping together so loud in the small room

"Make me cum again puppy"

"Yes mommy. Whatever you want"

His hand moves around my waist, pressing his fingers into my clit

He rubs in time with his thrusting and I'm in total bliss

So close

"Mmmm...mommy I can't", he groans

"Shh baby. Make me cum and then you can fill my pussy"

"Ok mommy", he whispers

I clench on his shaft over and over, his head hitting my spot hard

Stars blast in my eyes from the ecstasy and I'm thrown into another orgasm

"Woo. Fuck. Cum inside me baby! Gimme all your cum"

He thrusts a few more times, making my head spin, then he sheathes himself inside, crying loudly as his slit spills warm cum inside me

And I fucking love it

I can't control the constant pulsing around his cock and I don't want to stop it

I want all his cum

"Mommy feels so good", he moans

"Mmm good baby. You're pretty cock feels so good coming for me. Mommy's pussy is gonna milk your cock for every last drop of cum"

"Yes mommy. Please", he cries

Once he's finished, he pulls out, his sticky cum immediately leaking out and running all over my thighs

I'm such a slut because I love the way it feels

He sits back on the couch, while I turn around, sitting too

"Goddamn Jo, fuck. That was...fucking amazing", he praises

I smile, shrugging, "No problem. Was it everything you wanted?"

He nods, "You always do everything I want"

I do

I'll do anything for him

His eyes move to my legs and he leans over, spreading them

"Fuck your hole looks so good with my cum leaking from you. It's all over your thighs", he murmurs

"It feels good too", I add

His eyes move to mine, "Yeah?"

I nod

His face turns red as he pulls away, reaching up, undoing the collar

"I should go back. I'm gonna need... well everything fixed after this"

I nod

This always happens

When we're done, he leaves almost immediately, like nothing happened

He acts like we weren't just all over each other, like he didn't cum inside me, like I didn't cum on him

And he'll be normal with me until he needs another domming session

Then he'll come for sex

It's every time and I just allow it to continue

I just wish that I could spend some time after we do this

Hold him, have his arms around me

But it'll never happen and I have to stop wishing for it

I just sit on the couch while he gets dressed

I'll take my time getting cleaned up and getting my emotions in check before I go back out there

I need to act like this is just sex even though it's so much more for me

"I'll see you in a little?", he asks

"Yup", I smile

He gives me his beautiful smile, my heart pounding in my chest

Then he turns and leaves

I take a few seconds to just breathe, then I start moving to clean myself up

---------------------------

While Wooyoung gets his hair done, I watch him and the hairstylist, Mina

More accurately, I watch them flirt together

He was already in the chair with her fixing his hair when I left the room

I'm not openly watching

I have my phone in my hand, scrolling through it as if I'm doing something and just casually glancing up every so often

What I'm scrolling through I have no idea

I can't hear what is being said between them but I can see the flirty behavior

I can see him looking in the mirror at her, smiling a dazzling smile he'd never give me

And yes, I'm so fucking jealous

Yes I want to rip her head off and scream that he's mine, don't fucking touch him, don't look at him, don't even think about him

But I won't

I'll just sit here and take the stab after stab to my heart so he can be happy

She plays with his hair, giggling at what he's saying

Wooyoung is hilarious

He always has some joke or dumb thing to say

Sometimes I think the blond hair dye he had when ATEEZ first came out, sunk into his brain and made him a dumb blond

But while he says and does dumb things he's far from dumb

He's smart and handsome and funny and sweet

And I need to stop

I chance another glance at them and scowl when I see him standing in front of her with her leaning against the counter, both of them laughing

He moves his hand, tucking hair behind her ear, then softly touch her cheek and I scowl more

Suddenly his eyes move into the mirror looking right at me

Shit, fuck!

I drop my eyes instantly on my phone, pretending I wasn't looking

And hoping he won't bring it up

He likes to tease me, since we were little and sometimes he is relentless

I force my eyes to stay on my phone, scrolling through Instagram but not really looking at anything

My mind won't let me

It's running a million miles a second

A little while later, I feel someone sit next to me

And I know it's him

'Please don't say anything', I beg silently

"You ok Jo?"

I nod at my phone, "Yeah, why?"

"I dunno, when I looked at you in the mirror you looked upset"

"Oh uh yeah, one of my friends sent me a nasty picture of feet on Instagram and I was disgusted", I lie

He chuckles, "Yeah we all know how much you love feet"

I hate feet

I have, like a foot phobia or something

I can only tolerate my feet because I have to, doggy paws and baby feet

That's it

And it's true that my friends know about this hatred and they do send me pictures of nasty feet to fuck with me

It just so happens this time I lied

"Yeah, love em", I answer sarcastically

Silence falls between us

For me it's uncomfortable but I doubt it is for him

He's oblivious sometimes

"So you like Mina?", I blurt

I have to know

Because if he does, I have to prepare myself for him to stop being with me

"Mina?", he asks

"Yeah well you were flirting with each other"

"I flirt with everyone", he says seriously

Yeah he does

But never with me

"Eh. You do but this time seemed different"

He raises his eyebrow and shrugs, "I mean she's pretty. Nice. Sweet"

I nod, every word a painful hit to my chest

But I brought this upon myself

"Maybe you should ask her out", I suggest

He looked happy talking to her

Maybe he likes her and he doesn't want to tell me

I'd never stand in his way of happiness or in the way of anyone he wanted to date

"Oh uh...I don't know", he shrugs

"Do you like her?", I repeat my original question

"I mean yeah. I don't know her well"

"Well isn't the point of a date to get to know someone?"

He blinks in confusion, "Yeah"

"So take her on a date and get to know her"

Why am I pushing this this hard?

Maybe it's because I know he will never see me the way I want him too

And if Mina can make him happy then so be it

And also, maybe if he's taken I can try to get over him

Try to make this love I feel stop

"I...I don't know. You really think I should?"

I nod, forcing a smile

"You haven't had a girlfriend since high school"

"Uh kinda busy with the idol thing", he answers

"Yeah but Mina, she's your hairstylist, she works with you. You'll be around her more than if you dated anyone else"

This hurts so much to say but I have to

I can't have him

That doesn't mean someone else shouldn't have him either

"That's true. I uh guess I'll ask her out?", he says confused

"Good. You should do it now"

"Now?", he repeats, eyes wide

I nod, "No time like the present"

"Well uh ok"

He stands up, heading over to Mina, who's currently doing Seonghwa's hair

I watch them move to the side of the room, watch him talk to her

My heart is breaking but at least he'll be happy

He should date

He's an idol, he can have any girl he wants

He works so hard, he should have someone he could have fun with

Someone he could love

I hear squealing and when I look at them, Mina is nodding her head rapidly, smiling widely

I watch them pull out their phones, exchanging numbers I'm guessing

I look back down at mine, breathing in

After a few minutes, I feel the couch dip again and I lift my head up, smile plastered to my face

"So...how'd it go?"

"She said yes. For Friday", he answers, "And I have just realized that I don't know where to take her or what to do"

I roll my eyes

Clueless as usual

"I'll help you, you dummy"

"You will?", he asks, relief in his face

"Of course. Where would you be without me?"

He laughs, "Probably still waiting to be assigned a group at BigHit"

"True"

When he called me asking me if he should switch to KQ with Yeosang, I told him to do it

He didn't know if he would ever debut with BigHit and I knew how talented he is

He had a better chance with KQ

And I was right

"Thanks for helping me", he says sincerely

"Of course Woo. You know I'd do anything for you"

"I know Jo. You're the best"

Yeah that me

The best

Best friend

Fuck my life

"Wooyoung! Get your ass out there. You're doing group shots with Yeosang and San", Hongjoong tells him as he comes into he dressing room

"You coming?", he asks

I nod, "Of course. Why else would I be here?"

He rolls his eyes, "Let's go"

We both get up and I follow him to the set wondering how I'm going to be able to plan a date that I want to go on with him

#dirty little secret fic #jung wooyoung smut #ateez wooyoung smut #wooyoung smut #wooyoung fanfic #ateez wooyoung fanfic #jung wooyoung fanfic #ateez fanfic #ateez smut

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[diordrysdale]

cocaine heart ⋆ lloyd hansen

dark!mob!lloyd hansen x female!reader

word count ⋆ 1,624

warnings ⋆ smut! minors dni, mentions of murder, mention of use of drugs, age gap (reader is in 20s, lloyd is in late 40s) dubcon, rough sex, voyerism, unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, degradation, sub!reader, fingering, sir kink, slight daddy kink.

authors note ⋆ reader is kind of a sociopath bc??? she just wants dick okay??

don’t forget to give me some love, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated.

“on my command…” lloyd mumbled, back pressed against the wall as his men nodded curtly, holding up their guns towards the giant door.

“now.” as soon as the word slipped his tongue, his men stormed through the door, aiming and firing at their targets.

the showdown was suddenly silent, allowing lloyd to make his way past the bodies dropped, kneeling to confirm the top target, mr. levinson.

“throw him in the trunk, gonna need to send a few limbs to his higher ups, just to let them know who’s in charge.” he announced with a smirk, standing up straight before an unknown noise perked his ear.

“check the closet.” barnes obeyed, slowly yet bravely opening the closet door with a forceful kick, revealing two trembling women, most likely in their early 20s.

“isn’t that mr. levinson’s daughter?” tony pointed out to his boss, but lloyd had his eyes set on the [h/c] haired girl, who wasn’t crying, but was awaiting the worst.

“do we kill them?” they both whimpered at barnes’ suggestion, but the brunette man chuckled before he walked up to the closet, sticking out his hand for you.

“hey, c’mere, sweetheart. I don’t bite.” lloyd teased, his smile falling the second your frightened, bambi eyes met his— he swore his heart might’ve stopped.

without thinking, you took his large hand, making your friend gasp and pull you back.

“if you know what’s right for you, you’ll let her go.” your friend glanced around the room, wincing at the sight of all his men pointing their guns at her.

“wrong place, wrong time, huh?” he helped you out from the closet, his grip around your waist was the only thing keeping you from collapsing from fear.

“please, sir, d-don’t hurt us,” he barely made out your whisper while he leaded you towards the evidently expensive leather couch, allowing you to take a seat while he ordered his men to pour him a scotch.

“it’s your lucky day, princess, ‘cause I have no idea who you are,” he handed you the honey-colored liquid, heart strings tugging when your trembling hands held the glass, bringing it to your lips and sipping it enough to feel a shudder down your spine.

“but your friend, on the other hand, is in a lot of trouble.” your head whipped as one of the bad guys yanked her from the confines, forcing her on her knees and her hands behind her head.

“no! please!” you yelped out, ready to shoot up from the couch til the brunette shoved you back, a bit of whiskey spilt down between your breasts.

“you see, her father was, what you call, a double crossing motherfucker.” the older men around you chuckled dryly, making you gulp as he scooted closer, his whiskey breath hitting your neck.

“and your little friend here, daisy? or was it rose? shit, I don’t know, a flower name, well, her fingerprints, signatures, it was all her.” he explained as his calloused hand was placed on your thigh, kneaded it quite roughly, making you whine.

“you could imagine how embarrassed I was to find out a father-daughter duo was fucking me over!” lloyd immediately reached for his gun and shot up at the ceiling, pulling a scream from you and daisy as you curled against him, pleading for mercy.

“oh, princess, don’t be afraid,” he cooed, petting your head lovingly with his silver gun, “it’s your friend who’s gotta start running.”

taking it as an invitation, daisy bolted out the door, wailing out for help, til she was abruptly silenced.

your throat was tied in a knot, assuming the worst.

“terrible, just terrible.” lloyd sighed to himself.

“is she gonna be okay?” you sniffled, terrified for yourself more than anything.

“don’t worry your pretty head over that, sweetheart.” he cupped your cheek with his free hand, leaning in to kiss away the tear near the corner of your glossed up lips.

“c-can I go home?” you peeped out as lloyd huffed out a laugh before placing his gun on the coffee table.

“oh, sweetheart, I’m just getting to know you,” he smoothly said, his curious hand disappearing beneath your dress, satisfied with your gasp when his fingers attempted to prod at your clothed hole.

“and I can’t leave you all wet like this, can I?” he pouted playfully, watching as indecision clouded your judgement.

“please—“ “please?” he mocked, leaning in to press wet kisses to your neck, his mustache ticking your skin.

“I-I know you,” he hummed at your confession, waiting for you to continue as he sucked on your pulse point, adoring how fast your heart raced.

“a few weeks ago you—“ a gasp interrupted you as he pushed your underwear aside and shoved three fingers past your silky folds, soaking them immediately, “you were in mr. levinson’s office, doing coke off his desk.”

the squelching noises and the way your eyes rolled back helped him remember the scene you began to describe.

“yeah? care to tell me why you were eavesdropping, princess?” the palm of his hand smacked repeatedly against your aching clit, forcing you to spread your legs for everyone in the room to see.

“i-i had a crush on mr. levinson, i was waiting for him to finish his meeting s-so he could touch me.” you whispered the last part, turning away from Lloyd’s glare, knowing you spilled more than anticipated.

“so, you were his little slut, huh?” he grunted, hovering over you as he curled his fingers, abusing your spongy spot til your arched your back and cried out.

“tell me what he’d do to you.” Lloyd demanded, removing his digits from your cunt before cleaning them off on your lips, leaving you to taste yourself.

“he would fuck me on the floor, and tell me I was just his sex-doll, a-and spank me til I begged for him to stop. and he wouldn’t..” you trailed off at the sight of Lloyd’s bodyguards palming themselves through their jeans, wishing they could have you underneath them.

“face down, ass up, now.” lloyd was fuming, looking down at you as you rolled over, doing as told and tugged your dress up to your waist, allowing him to see mr. levinson’s faded hand prints and dark purple love bites scattered down your thighs.

“if he fucked you so good, how come you’re so nonchalant at the fact I killed his fucking ass?” he genuinely asked, pulling your cheeks apart to admire your glimmering slit.

“because I wanted you more.” you whimpered as his thumb applied pressure to your virgin, puckered hole.

“I wanted to feel you in my belly, I wanted you to use me—“ you shrieked when his hand struck your sore ass.

“watch that fuckin’ filthy mouth. unless you want me to fuck your throat raw, hm?” the aftershocks made you wiggle your ass, presenting yourself to him while some of the men had their dicks in their hand, eyes locked on yours.

“you love the attention, don’t you?” lloyd mentioned as if it’d been a grand revelation, but everyone could see it from a mile away.

“love being a little whore, doesn’t matter who fucks this pussy, you just want to be stuffed.” he kneeled behind you on the sofa, releasing his hardened member from his slacks, smacking it against your skin, letting his pre-cum stain your flesh.

“cockwhore.” he spat before shoving his thick shaft, you felt your head spin, feeling every inch in your goddamn soul, your breath had been stolen by this man.

“fuck..” you mewled, pushing back against his rapidly increasing thrusts, you had to claw your nails into the sofa to stay in place.

“love your cock, sir, I love you,” you cried out, preening at his large hand massaging up and down your spine, keeping you in position while his giant cock penetrated you, hitting every spot.

“tell me how much you love me, you slut, fuck- gonna stretch you out.” he grunted, his balls clenching as he focused on holding back his high just for a few minutes more.

“I l-love you so much,” you sobbed, breathless when he pulled you against his chest, “fill me with your cum, want it so bad..”

“wilson, get this dress off of her.” the brunette panted as wilson walked up to them and gripped your dress from the top, tearing it down the middle, shuddered out a puff and walked out for some air.

“you’re mine,” he stated, his free hand reaching to pinch your nipples, rolling them between his rough fingers.

“gonna tie you to my bed, fuck you every hour of the day, bury myself in this drippy cunt til all you remember is my name, got it?” the waver in his voice made you feel powerful, yet mindless— you were about to belong to a ruthless man, but you had him wrapped around you finger.

“yes, daddy, yes!” you rested your head back on his shoulder as he gasped, cock twitching as he let go, cum streaking across your womb, owning you entirely.

the two of you came down with hearts beating out of your chests while his men exited the room, pretending this never happened.

“wait for me in the truck, princess, gotta take care of something first.” he kissed your sweaty forehead as he slipped out from you, leaving you in your ruined dress while he headed for mr. levinson’s office.

opening the desk cabinet he knew too well, he clutched the 3 kilo bag of cocaine and noticed the bunch of panties neatly folded right beside them— he had a gut feeling they were yours— and took them with him, filling him with pride.

there was a new king in boston.

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a/n; yes i’m horny for mustache.

#kali writes ! #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x female reader #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans x female reader

[flower-slut004]

‘Truly madly deeply’ is so sweet I love soft isaac! Do u think you could do a continuation of their relationship is like after he gets the bite ? 💕

Night Changes

Thanks for requesting!! Sorry for taking so long I was trying to find a 1D song that fitted. Mentions of sex (hehe) And I'm sorry if it's short.

read this one before:

Truly madly deeply

Goin' out tonight, changes into something red

Harsh and nervous knocking from her window woke up Yn. She quickly removed her blanket and went to the window to see her boyfriend with glossy eyes.

“Isaac, what’s wrong? What happened?” She asks as lures him in her bedroom.

“I’m…my…I” he gasps as tears threaten to spill. Yn rubbed his back as she leads him to her bed. “Darling, what’s wrong?”

“I only agreed because I thought I could protect you….” he whispers as he avoids eye contact.

“Isaac…what happened,” she asks again. Isaac let out a shuddering breath as he looks at her with yellow eyes.

Yn swallowed harshly, not wanting to show fear. “No matter what happened Isaac…I’ll always love you” she runs her fingers through his hair.

Isaac lets out a shaky laugh and shakes his head “You can’t love someone like me….I’m a monster”

Yn shook her head this time. “Isaac, you can never be a monster. You’re Issac…the love of my life. You’re not a monster”

“God I love you” he whispers as he lays his head on her lap.

Drivin' too fast, moon is breakin' through her hair.

Isaac smiles as he watches the nigh wind blow through Yn's hair. He loved every moment of their midnight drive. He loves now he can spend his nights with her without fear.

"Where are you taking me, Bambi?" she teased using his old nickname.

"Please stop calling me that, I'm not like that anymore. Call me," Isaac took a break to think. "Call me the big bad wolf" he teased dramatically.

"You'll always be my Bambi" she leans over to press a kiss on his cheek.

Isaac felt his face heat up as he continued to drive "See? My Bambi" she giggles.

Isaac stops at a park and looks at her. Thinking how even after he's changed drastically, how she is still with him.

"Can I ask you something?" she whispers. Isaac stares at her lovingly "Anything darling", he brings her hand to his lips to press a kiss.

"Show me again..." she whispers. Isaac takes a deep breath, knowing what she meant.

He looks back at her, no longer with blue eyes but with golden ones. Staring back at him, she cups his face. "You're beautiful Isaac" she whispers, placing a light kiss to his nose

Just how fast the night changes?

Isaac sighs as Yn cleans up the blood on his face "Crazy how it seems like yesterday you wouldn't harm a fly but now here we are" she tries to joke.

Isaac didn't find it funny as he looks forward "You had to do it, Isaac, he was going to kill Scott" she whispers as she finishes up.

"I know, I know... how are you not afraid of me?" he looks up at her.

"This again? Bambi, I've told you from time to time, you will never scare me. I'm truly deeply madly in love with you. Just because you've become a werewolf overnight does not mean my love for you changed."

"No matter how fast the night changes, it'll always be me and you" she kisses him.

Heart is beatin' loud and she doesn't want it to stop

"Isaac" Yn gasped as he led an attack on her neck. Isaac grunted in response as he wedged his knee in between her legs.

One advantage Issac loved about being a werewolf is getting to hear heartbeats. Isaac grew wild hearing his beloved Yn's as they were making out earlier.

"Say it, say you want me to stop" he breathes heavily against her ear.

Yn's heartbeat was fast and Isaac knew she wanted more "Issac, please don't stop" she whined.

Isaac growled and it drove Yn wild. His new confidence along with his borderline animal instincts turned her on so bad.

"Whatever my princess wants, she gets" he moans in her ear.

And I've been thinkin' about it lately.

Isaac laid in bed thinking about everything about Yn. From the first day they met to know. He looked over at Yn watching her sleep, all those sleepless nights where he laid in fear were replaced with nights of peace.

He looked over to the drawer where he secretly kept the ring he was holding on to.

"One of these days baby, You'll be Mrs.Bambi" he teased as he caressed her cheek.

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[1kook]

spiderman jk and his best friend just pining for each other like 2 idiots

Your bra is halfway across the room when Jungkook slips through the window. “Oh my go—“ The natural lifespan of your terrified shriek is cut short when you remember your roommate is on the other side of the hall, clapping a hand over your mouth as Jungkook whirls around to face the window, hiding his face in the curtains. “Have you ever heard of a front door?” you hiss instead, rushing to pull a shirt on as Jungkook slumps sadly against the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he cries, his voice now muffled by the lofi playlist that comes filtering out of your laptop. Full volume, which is asking a lot of the old dinosaur, but you really do need to drown out his voice. If your roommate were to find out he was here, there would be no reasonable explanation as to why your longtime crush just crawled through your seventh-floor window. Jungkook also knows this— well, not the crush part —so he drops to a mumble. “I didn’t think you’d be changing!”

Arms crossed, you level him with a fiery glare. “It’s nearly midnight,” you snark, trying to ignore the bright red bra at his feet lest you combust on the spot. Jungkook is apparently trying to do the same, ever so nonchalantly toeing the article off to the side as he reaches for the zip on the back of his suit. His mask had been off before he swung into your room, but you’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. You know it gives him heightened vision, so sharp and precise he can spot a needle in a haystack, and that he’s practically blind without it on, so maybe it’s a good thing. His extra pair of round glasses make their appearance now, procured from the book bag he stuffs behind your apartment’s dumpster for whenever he needs to make a quick change. With them on, his already huge Bambi eyes look bigger than ever. “What do you want?”

His cheeks are red, both from swinging around the city and walking in on you topless, and when he answers, he’s got the biggest pouty lips you’ve ever seen. “Just wanted to talk,” he says, mindlessly picking at a cut that’s running along his cheekbone. You reach for your emergency first aid kit, shuffling closer to Jungkook as he wiggles his arms out of his suit. He pushes it down to his waist, his lean body on display, and it takes more effort than you’d like to admit to ignore that. You force yourself to look at his face, gently dabbing an alcohol wipe against his cheek.

“You could talk to me tomorrow,” you point out, wincing along with him; with his growing popularity, there’s been an increase in petty crimes around the city, reckless teenagers trying to catch him off guard. You worry about him. “We have a seminar together at noon. Speaking of which,” you say, reaching for a Hello Kitty bandaid that makes Jungkook smile. “Did you finish your essay?”

Unexpectedly, his smile is replaced with a tired flick of his gaze your way. You’d been expecting a groan of annoyance, a huff, a childish little whine. It’s what Jungkook usually does, smooths over all his mistakes with a playful laugh. But today he can’t shake the fatigue, the droop of his eyes, the ache in his bones. His chest rises and falls with each breath, but they’re slow and labored— painful. “Kook?” you call out, placing a hand over his.

Jungkook leans forward. For a moment, you almost think he’s passed out, his forehead pressed against your shoulder. “I’m tired,” he confesses in a quiet voice, softer than need be. You almost don’t hear him, and you’re right in front of him. “I just… I want to go to sleep.” Between school, work, and his nightly patrols, you have to wonder when the last time he had a decent night’s sleep was.

Your hand glides up around the nape of his neck, fingers burying themselves in his hair. He smells like outside and like his suit, a little bit like blood too. “You can always sleep here,” you whisper, even though the mere suggestion is enough to make your heart pound like never before, beating in your throat and in your ears. “I’ll keep the window open for you.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs, turning his head, lips grazing the base of your neck. You bite down on a shudder. Jungkook falters. “I don’t wanna bother you,” he frowns, drawing away to level you with that sad puppy gaze of his. His glasses slip down the bridge of his nose.

You nudge them up. “You won’t bother me— you never bother me,” you assure him, flashing him a mellow smile.

Jungkook hesitantly returns it. “I mean, I’m sure I do,” he jokes quietly, leaving behind whatever that alarming gloom from before was. “I literally just walked in on you naked.”

You choke on your own saliva. “That— it was an accident,” you stammer, matching the flustered expression on his face. “It’s— it’s whatever!”

“Yeah,” he agrees with a nod, glaring a hole into the floor beside your knee. “An accident! It was just— you know, I should’ve knocked,” he rambles, fiddling with the fabric pooling at his waist, gaze shyly flickering up to meet yours. You nod along hurriedly, nearly break your neck from how hard you nod. “Next time I’ll knock! Yeah, I’ll just— you have really nice boobs”— you gasp —“I mean! You’re just— pretty! Yeah, that’s, um. You know, actually, I remembered I have to, uh, wash my cat? See you, bye!”

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d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

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"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

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