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testingthewatersss · 5 months

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Blizzard Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture, etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Oneshot 2240 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI

You’re supposed to be home by now, but then again, the weather’s hardly been on your side.

His lip is bleeding.

He’s been picking at the chapped skin with his teeth while he waits.

The taste of iron is almost comforting in it’s familiarity. So, he thinks grimly, is the cold.

His body wants to shiver. The hairs on his flesh arm are standing on end, under the SHEILD branded sweatshirt he’s wearing but he knows better than to give in to the reflex.

He knows that once he’s let himself start, he won’t be able to stop. He knows it’s a bad move to make when he’s still physically capable of fighting it.

At least the snow is soft.

It’s soft as it floats down, landing in his hair. Or his lap. Or his boots.

His boots.

He looks down at them and is unsurprised to see that they’re totally buried now. He considers moving them, but decides that might be a mistake as well.

Better to not move at all.

He sees a burst of white air leave his lips, and curses himself for it.

Pull it together, he commands internally, in and out, in and out-

Shallow breathing is better. It’s less painful, it draws less attention.

“Bucky?!”

His head snaps sidewards, panic flaring at the use of his name;

“Jesus christ!” Y/N hisses, running towards him, “What the hell are you doing?!”

“W-waiting” he answers, voice cracking from disuse, “W-aiting for you”

“Waiting for me?!” she repeats, horror mixing with hysteria as she drinks in the sight of him-

The sight of him outside in a blizzard, perched on the wall, covered in snow.

“What the fuck” she gasps, reaching out a gloved hand to brush white from his shoulder, “Bucky, it’s freezing!”

He hadn’t wanted to worry her. He bites at his lip again as guilt settles heavily into his chest.

“How long have you been out here?!” she asks, still disbelieving, “I told you I’d call you when I got home!”

He’s like a statue. If she hadn’t been so aware of her surroundings and the way they usually appear she might have mistaken him for part of the scenery.

“Shit” she says, urgency creeping into her tone, “C’mon, stand up”

He looks up at her, shifting his posture for the first time in hours. His neck is tight. It hurts, but he hides his grimace by locking his jaw.

That also serves to stop his teeth from chattering, so he takes it as a win.

“Sweetheart” Y/N sighs, altering her approach and letting her fingers drift up to his cheek instead, “C-”

“I… I was waitin’ f-for you” he cuts in, trying to justify his position- “I- I needed to see you come home”

She nods, curling her woollen clad fingers stroke his jaw-

“I’m here” she tells him, “I’m home, okay? Come inside with me?”

She’s here, Bucky thinks, she’s home, and now I’m going to go inside with her.

It’s like his mind has been frozen by the blizzard. His thoughts are slow and mechanical.

Still, when Y/N reaches down to take his hand, he curls his fingers around hers, and when she moves back, urging him to stand, he does.

That hurts. Standing after being in one set position for so long.

His legs ache. His back aches. God, he thinks, testing an unsteady step, his whole body aches.

His feet are heavy. He wonders if that’s just because of the snow covering the boots.

The door to her apartment complex swings open, and then they’re making their way up to her suite.

Bucky is silent, clutching her hand and following as she climbs the wooden staircase, trying to match her pace with his.

And then she’s fumbling with her door key. Her gloved hand is clumsy, and she’s only got the one free, because Bucky is still holding the other and she has no intention of being the first to let go.

Frustration causes her to just give in and push at the door with an exasperated huff.

To her surprise, it swings open without any resistance.

That’s not good.

That’s very not good.

She looks inside suspiciously, noticing that her lights are on, when she had very deliberately turned them off when she’d left three days ago-

“Buck-” she goes to say, and then, she sees it.

The keychain hanging from the inside her lock, key still lodged inside.

It’s instantly recognisable. It’s the Captain America’s Shield one that she’d bought Bucky over a month ago.

So you won’t lose it.

Of course, she thinks, He has a key, of course he’d have let himself in.

So why the hell did he leave? why the hell did he decide to wait for her outside in a blizzard?

She decides not to ask. Not yet, anyway.

“Okay” she murmurs, leading him inside, “C’mon, I’ll run you a bath, okay?”

“Doll-“

but she’s already gone.

Her fingers have slipped out from his, and she’s already half way to her bedroom-

“Shit”

She’s starring at her wardrobe. At the messy gauge that’s been dug out of the wood by something that looks suspiciously like a shoulder.

A metal shoulder, maybe.

After a quick survey of the rest of her room, she moves swiftly to the bathroom, where she sets about her task of starting the water running into the tub;

Steam fills the air almost instantly. She peels her gloves off, and removes her coat, taking a few minutes to observe herself before redirecting her attention to the problem at hand.

Well, the mystery at hand, anyway.

Nothing else in her room is damaged, so that rules out the likelihood of a fight.

So does the way he'd been so calmly waiting for her on her doorstep. He wouldn't have let her within a hundred miles of her building if he’d have been fighting someone inside it.

No. That’s not it.

Her head snaps up when she hears his footsteps. She sees him watching her nervously from the entry way to her room-

With a gun in his hands.

It's his gun. It’s the pistol he carries in his inside pocket.

Her head tilts, but before she can open her mouth to question him, he’s moving, holding it out more obviously for her to take;

“Please?” he whispers, voice cracking again, “T-take it”

So she does.

She takes it, tucking it into the back of her waist band so that both of her hands can stay free.

“Come on” Bucky hears her prompt, “You go have that bath now, okay? I’m going to make some calls.”

He’s still covered in snow. Half of it is melting, making his clothes heavy and saturated in cold water.

A bath sounds reasonable. The sound of the water rushing into the basin is pleasant too.

He thinks it sounds nice, and as he starts to walk towards it, he finds himself wondering why he she isn’t joining him.

Usually she will.

Usually, the pair will spend hours together, soaking in warm water, enjoying the closeness- but, no.

Bucky blinks and finds himself alone in her bathroom, starring at his own reflection from the rippling surface of the water.

For a second, he sees The Solider starring back at him.

He flinches, and a flurry of snow falls down from the now matted lengths of his hair.

Oh, god.

He looks awful. No wonder she’d sent him away.

That realisation hits him like a bullet.

He tries his best to force the self deprecating thoughts that it breeds away so that he can undress himself and get into the tub without crying.

She wants you to get into the bath, he thinks, she ran it and told you to get in- she’s making some calls. She’s home now anyway- she’s safe. You gave her your gun. She’s safe. She’s home and she’s safe-

“When did he leave?” Y/N asks, leaning against her kitchen counter, “Steve- I want to know how long he’s been sitting outside in a cat-3 storm!”

“I don’t know exactly” he replies, voice crackling through her cell phone, “he left for your place after the briefing this morning, but he called me at three and said everything was fine- I haven’t heard from him since”

She signs, frustrated but understanding.

“I just can’t figure it out” she admits, “I don’t know why he didn’t stay inside? He was obviously in here”

“I’m sorry” Steve says, “I should’ve told him to stay here-“

“-No” she cuts in, “-that wouldn’t have helped, I just- I don’t know, I just hate seeing him like that y’know? He must’ve been freezing”

“I can always swing by?”

She considers his offer for a moment. Eyes flicking to the clock on her display.

22:28

“No” she sighs, “No, we’ll be fine, I’ll take care of it- I don’t know- I just thought he might’ve called you or something”

They exchange polite goodbyes and she tells him again not to worry. That Bucky is fine and he agrees, saying that he knows she’ll take good care of him.

That seems almost comical considering how she’s practically abandoned him in her panic, but still she thinks it’s better late than never.

Food, she decides- Warm food and clean, dry clothes.

That’s what he needs.

She heats up a pan on the stove and fills it with soup. She sets it to simmer and places the gun he’d given her earlier in the drawer where she keeps the napkins.

It’s not like I’ll need it.

And then she heads back towards the bed room. Taking a moment to listen for any sounds coming from the bathroom.

There aren’t any, so she goes into her damaged closet, ignoring the creak of protest from the door as she pulls out a spare set of sweats for him to change into. There’s a dry shirt too, and a sweater so she gathers those as well, before rummaging around her room to collect socks and a fresh set of towels.

She leaves the clothes on her bed, carrying only the towels as she walks into the bathroom.

Seeing him in the tub shouldn’t surprise her, not when that’s exactly what she’d asked him to do, but there’s something about the unnaturalness of his position that makes her double take.

He’s stiff, sitting upright against the back of the porcelain fixture with a look of fierce concentration on his face.

And he’s red.

He’s bright red.

“Oh, god” she whispers, mainly to herself, “Are you alright?”

He doesn’t seem to notice her appearance in the room. Not until she’s crouching by the tub, towels abandoned by her knees.

“Bucky” she says, more firmly now, “Are you alright?”

He hadn’t answered her before. He hadn’t even blinked.

Now, though, at least he’s looking at her.

“I- I’m fine” he says, voice still not quite right, “I-It’s just w-warm and- I- I wasn’t.”

That makes sense. He’d been outside in the snow for god knows how long, and then he’d barely had ten minutes inside before he’d gotten into a steaming hot bath.

Of course he’s red, she thinks, annoyed at herself for missing it, He must be burning up-

“Does it hurt?” she asks worriedly, “I can cool it down a little?”

His head shakes a fraction, but Y/N isn’t convinced. She dips her fingers into the water, and opens her mouth to once again suggest adding some cold water, but before she can get the words out, Bucky does something that silences her instantly;

He reaches out and holds onto her hand.

And that’s when she sees it.

She sees the look on his face, and her heart cracks, right down the middle.

“I missed you too” she promises, squeezing his fingers, “Bucky, look at me-”

and he does.

His eyes snap to hers, and she feels her whole chest aching when she realises how full they are;

“I’m home” she says, “I’m here, I’m right here, okay?”

He exhales slowly, breath mixing with the steam that’s still swirling around his face.

“I- I j-just wanted to see you c-come back” he whispers

“I know” she says, bringing her other hand up to cup his face, “That’s alright. Are you warmin’ up?”

He nods, leaning into her palm as it settles against his cheek.

His whole body stings. He knows that it’s just the water doing its job and heating him up, but still— it hurts.

It hurts, and Y/N is his comfort.

She’s always been his comfort.

“God, Buck” she murmurs, relenting to the way that he’s leaning into her touch so obviously, “You scared me”

“I’m sorry” he says instantly, “I- I didn’t mean to”

“I know” she allows, running her thumb across the soft skin under his eye, “I just don’t know what you were thinkin- waitin’ out there in the snow… Bucky it’s so cold out-“

“I j-just w-wanted to s-see you” he says again, more lamely than before.

This time, she just shakes her head.

Now’s not the time to hash this out. That much is obvious, so she decides not to try.

“Well” she says softly, “I’m right here— Hi”

Bucky blinks, watching as Y/N beams at him in greeting.

“Hey” he replies softly, suddenly feeling strangely small, “Hey doll…”

She leans in and presses a soft kiss against his brow, smoothing his now soaked hair back with the hand he’s not still holding.

“When you’re done in here, I’ve made dinner, okay?- I’ve left some dry clothes on the bed”

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buckymorelikefuckme · 11 days

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she’s got particular taste

jake jensen x reader

words: 575

warnings: no actual smut but still **18+ ONLY** for explicit language and mentions of blowjobs, lapslock.

a/n: just a wee drabble for a daydream i was having 😅🤭

thinking about making out with jake on a lazy weekend morning, sleep ruffled, still only wearing your giant sleep shirt and underwear, him in just his boxers.

it starts off as innocent pecks, soft murmured good morning’s between each one. but then his hands sweep up your back beneath your shirt and you shiver, pushing even closer to him and kissing him harder, drinking down his content sigh. eventually you flick your tongue out across his bottom lip and he returns the gesture with a hum.

when he nips at your lip, tugging it gently with his teeth, you moan and blindly climb on top of him, whispering a quick sorry when you accidentally knee him that he ignores in favor of guiding you back down to his mouth. his palms settle on your ass, fingertips pressing into the soft flesh. you slide your hands up until they can card through his hair and hold.

you kiss jake for what feels like hours, until your jaw starts to ache and your lips begin to go numb. you pull away with a gasp for air and have to bite back the groan that wants to escape at the sight of him.

he’s so thoroughly kissed that his lips and mouth are bruised red and swollen, covered in spit, and his chest is heaving as he pants from the lack of oxygen. his eyes are hazy and slow to blink and you can only assume you look much the same.

without pausing to think about it, you lean back in to kiss your way down his jaw, pausing to nip at his earlobe just to hear his breathless giggle, and continue down his neck. you can’t help but leave more bruises on his skin. jake just marks up so easily and he always looks so pretty after. and it’s not like he seems to mind, if the way he’s tilting his head back for you is any indication.

it’s like you can’t get enough. you trail down to his chest, biting and sucking on and around his pecs, flicking your tongue across his nipples to make him squirm. when you start going lower, you’re sure he thinks he’s about to get his cock sucked, and to be fair, you probably will do that. but right now, you simply must leave just a few more hickies on this beautiful hunk of man.

you quickly find out that his inner thighs are delightfully sensitive. he gasps when you lick a long stripe up the inside of the right one. his cock jumps in his boxers and he whines when you bite down and messily suck at a spot on the left one.

by the time you’ve made your way back up just enough to hover above his cock, he’s pleading with you to blow him. you shush him lightly, cupping him through his underwear and gently squeezing. jake bucks up into the touch and his mouth falls open to let out cut off noises, head falling back onto his pillow.

you wouldn’t be so cruel as to use your teeth on his cock, but you could maybe bite some marks into his pelvis before offering him relief for his throbbing erection.

you’re in a giving mood, after all.

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it’s a particular type of enjoyment, in the following days, to see jake shiver and hiss at the slightest touch against the bruises you left, especially the ones on his thighs.

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draconic-ichor · 2 months

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The Cat, The Sun, and The Moon

Fnaf fanfic

Sun/moon x female oc

Part 8

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, vaginal fingering, use of toys, vaginal sex with a toy

Summary: Tabby and Sun spend some quality time together and finally have a real date day while exploring their new relationship…while Moon feels like a third wheel.

Feedback appreciated, 18+.

The last week had been quite eventful…

Sun, ever the robot to please, took every opportunity to fulfill duties he saw as ‘househusbandly’. Despite not putting actual labels to each other, Tabby and Sun very quickly started giving ‘I love yous’ to one another. True sentiment warmed the words, neither ever finding such companionship and acceptance prior.

Tabby had cared for them for a good long while, finally starting to accept how deeply that feeling truly ran. They were animatronics, but had given her more in the short time she’d known them than any man with a heart of flesh. It was an odd feeling, to be safe in another’s arms, but they were weird and that was perfectly alright.

Not to mention Tabby’s fingers had quite literally been within his chest, a special type of intimacy only he, Moon, and her shared.

Vulnerability was a gift, one that both Tabby and Sun chose to give after keeping it so hidden after years of mistreatment at the hands of others.

It was a layer of closeness that Moon coveted, yet his fears held that want deeply.

More good news came in the announcement that Fazbear Entertainment was cutting losses and fully pulling out of that area of the country. Too many financial losses over the last year.

Tabby nightly creeped all their socials and Internet forums since the fire to keep tabs on the company the best she could. It was a relief to have their presence no longer casting a foreboding shadow over them.

Tabby was more comfortable going on walks with Sun, getting him some true fresh air and new sights. The attitude of the world shifting, the younger generations hardly batting an eye to robots in the city. Tabby still made them keep their hood up, even going as far to make him wear a face mask or carry an umbrella some days.

Moon was another story…still being quite withdrawn and moody. He’d started climbing the fire escape at night, spending hours just looking at the sky…

The bedroom filled with the rhythmic sounds of passion, praises mixed with the slap of skin against metal.

Sun’s hand was over his pelvis, fingers curled upwards to mimic the placement of a cock. Tabby straddled him, bouncing on those fingers, being urged on by his free hand on her hip. Sun was nothing but words of praise and encouragement, rays spinning as she lost herself further.

Tabby had her hands flat against the metal of his chest, legs trembling as his fingers stretched her open.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice was wistful, optics hearts as he watched her.

The sound she made mixed in with the wet squelched of her cunt.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty.” Sun chanted, “All for me.”

“Yes.” Tabby nodded, losing herself rapidly.

“Say it.” Sun urged, curling his fingers into her sweet spot.

“I’m yours!” She hiccuped, hips bucking forward.

His rays spun, smile spanning the width of his faceplate. The hand on her hip gripped her a bit tighter, fingers digging into the skin possessively. He very quickly learned the weakness she felt by just the size of his hands.

Moon watched, feeling a mixture of jealousy, discomfort and soul crushing desire. Becoming an involuntarily voyeur to their activities did nothing for his shyness when interacting with Tabitha.

He knew what she tasted like, the sounds she made in pleasure, and what her insides felt around exploring fingers. It was all through a film of gauze, a layer of separation when he wasn’t in control, but it was enough.

Oh god it was enough.

The desire he felt, when watching her cry out for Sun, was indescribable.

It sank deep into his circuits, melting his processors to mush when he’d replay those tapes over and over again for himself later.

Sun was deaf to Moon’s current suffering, much too preoccupied with the woman using his fingers to fuck herself silly.

He felt her tighten, urging her on sweetly.

“I love you!” She cried, clamping around his fingers. She fell forward, cuddling into his chest as quakes of pleasure rocketed through her body.

“I love you too, Sunshine!” Sun held her close, working her through the most recent orgasm, “You did so so so so well!”

Feeling that she was quite spent, he withdrew from her, cuddling her a bit before sitting her down.

She flopped onto the bed, sweaty as she gulped in air.

“Good morning Starlight!” Sun’s smile was arrogant as his rays softly clinked back and forth.

“M-morning.” She managed back, raising a thumbs up.

Sun chuckled, leaning closer to ask cheekily, “Better than coffee?”

She gave a nod, echoing, “Better than coffee.” She swallowed, adding “I still would like coffee though…” There was almost a pleading lilt to her voice making Sun chuckle further.

He stood up, leaning his lanky frame easily over the bed to press his faceplate to her forehead in a makeshift kiss.

“I’ll start a bath for you, then coffee after, alrighty?” He hummed.

She nodded, attempting to still the small quakes of aftershocks.

Sun continued to hum, evolving into a tune as he left the bedroom.

Tabby smoothed back sweaty strands of hair from her forehead, hearing the faucet turn on across the hall.

Sun’s caretaking skills smoothly slid into the daily routine of taking care of her “in every way” as he would say. The animatronic not leave much space to doubt his intentions, or Tabby the room to question…often.

This is weird…

She thought, sitting up.

But I’m…happy?

Her thoughts swirled.

It was an odd feeling, to be content with the presence of a partner, to feel secure in someone’s arms. Like they would kill for you.

As promised the coffee was poured and ready on the counter as Tabby stepped out of the bathroom, towling her hair dry as she went. Cup still steaming she carefully took it, breathing deep the aroma.

“It’s a beautiful day!” Sun announced, looking out the balcony door windows. He mindlessly swayed as he watched people walk below.

“Let’s go out today?” Tabby offered, brightening as she sat the damn towel beside her.

“Just a walk?” Sun asked, not turning from the window, “We just bought groceries.”

“We could go to the mall?” Voice hopeful, “It could be fun.”

“I've never been to a mall!” Sun’s head spun around like an owl to meet her question with an excited grin.

“It’s a weekday, so it shouldn’t be too busy.” She sipped her coffee again before going on, “But I can show you where I get my shoes and stuff.”

“I’d love love love to!” Sun agreed wholly, his body twisting fluidly to right itself with his head position.

Even though they’d taken a handful of walks together previously Sun never lost that look of wonder about him with every new outing. He would smile up into the sunlight and admire every little tree or bird that dotted the city streets.

Being near him made Tabby forget how mundane things had seemed to become. His optimism was a breath of fresh air to her smog filled mind.

And when the animatronic was happy he was talkative.

Sun chatted her ear off as they walked to the mall, reaching out to hold her hand. She would nod and smile, just listening to him ramble on about anything. He moved his free hand to emphasize certain words, smiling at her with utter delight.

The mall was big, multiple stories of shops with a large food court and open central plaza. Everything was a pale white with natural lighting making it feel more inviting despite the emptiness such a building could have on a slow day.

Sun walked in, faceplate raised towards the ceiling in an attempt to take everything in. It has been a long time since he’d been in such a large structure, waves of nostalgia washing over him.

“Woah.” He turned a bit, face still skyward.

“And this isn’t even the biggest one in the city.” Tabby pointed out.

“Dang.” Sun hummed, listening to the echo of their shoes.

“It’s a nice place to waste a day.” Tabby shrugged, taking his hand again.

She led him towards a bigger clothing store; Sun just followed obediently, too engrossed in trying to see everything around him.

“I shop here a lot when I’m not buying stuff online.” She informed, pulling him into the maze of clothing racks. Sun looked like a lone tree standing far above the racks, faceplate a never fading smile as Tabby explained certain sections and styles.

“Let’s put you in some skinny jeans and a nice flannel shirt!” Tabby clapped her hands together excitedly.

Sun looked bashful but nodded.

They found what she was imagining, scouting out a free dressing room to follow. Despite his stick legs it took a good few moments and teamwork to get him into the jeans, the pants only coming to his calf given his tall stature. The flannel was much easier, button ups totally avoiding the issue of his disk-like head and the wires that attached it.

Tabby stepped back to admire her work as Sun looked himself over.

“You look good!” She smiled brightly, a blush dusting her cheeks.

“I do?” He cocked his head, fiddling with the shirt a bit in the mirror. He shifted a bit, commenting, “The pants are a bit restrictive…”

“The price of beauty.” Tabby teased, padding up to look at them both in the mirror. Sun put his arm around her.

“Make a good pair?” He asked, a smile stretching across his faceplate.

She leaned into him more, making a thinking face just to worry him.

“Yes.” She finally gave him relief, adding afterwards, “But if you really want to match I’ll have to find some leather pants and spiked jewelry for you.”

Sun wilted, making her laugh.

“I’m joking!” She playfully shoved him away a bit, “I know black isn’t your color. Moon might dress punk with me though.”

“You both are brats.” Sun huffed, crossing his arms and looking away indignantly.

Tabby giggled harder, trying to tickle him and break his resolve.

As Sun worked to shimmy out of the jeans, Tabby’s attention shifted back towards the mirror. She looked herself over: her clothes were starting to get pretty tight…

She smoothed her hands over her stomach, drifting downwards to her widening hips.

She gave a little sigh.

Sun perked up, the look of frustration falling away to concern. He shuffled around a bit, pants holding his feet together.

“Sunshine?” He chirped.

Tabby sighed again, unwavering in her scrutiny, “I’m gaining weight…” her voice was thick with disappointment.

Sun scoffed, “Because you are finally eating healthy.”

It was true.

Sun was an attentive caretaker, making three meals a day for her and guilt tripping hard if she refused. She was finally providing her body with adequate nutrition after years of energy drinks and boxed snacks.

“I think you look pretty.” Sun spoke genuinely, adding, “More now than ever.” The certainty in his tone, like every word was fact, made her look back at herself again.

There was more color to her cheeks, a brightness about her. If anything she looked less boney, filling out her figure.

“You think so?” She hummed.

“I know so.” He smiled back, hopping a bit to get his foot free of the constructive pants.

Sun ended up buying a flannel with his own hard earned money, even finding a funny T-shirt for Moon. Tabby giggled, reading over it. The shirt was dark with big bold letters saying: I Bite.

It didn’t take long for Sun to spot their next impromptu stop.

“They have an arcade!” Sun exclaimed, pointing towards the gaming corner of the mall. His optics showed stars, bouncing a bit as he asked, “Can we go? Can we? Can we? Can we?”

“We gotta stay in the main half.” She pointed out, remembering the darker, neon light section.

“Please!?” He begged, jumping in place.

Tabby took his arm to steady him, smiling, “Let go.”

“Yeah!!”

As they stepped inside, shoes sticking to the crunchy patterned carpet, Tabby realized how barren the place was. They would basically have the main gaming area to themselves.

She found a token machine, ruffling through her purse for money. Sun swayed happily beside her, excitement vibrating through his system.

“I always wanted to go to the arcade.” Sun beamed, “It looked so fun!”

“Why didn’t you?” She asked, feeding dollars into the token machine as she listened.

“It was against the rules.” He answered simply, “But Moon would go sometimes. And sometimes he’d bring me little things back.” Sun cupped a hand as if holding the little trinkets, smiling down at his empty palm in memory, “One time he found a little fish toy that could glow in the dark. I made sure to leave it in the light so he could see it glow later.”

Tabby glanced back at him. Sentimental affection pooled in his milky gaze, still cupping his empty hand.

“Maybe we can win one today?” She offered, collecting the tokens.

“Yea!?” Sun brightened, looking suddenly determined.

He skipped deeper into the game room, faceplate rotating as much as the hoodie would allow, to take everything in.

His voice was light as he chirped, “What first?! What first?!”

“Anything you like.” Tabby smiled, adding cheekily, “What would you like to pop your arcade cherry with?”

Sun didn’t even register her risqué comment, too engrossed in his surroundings. Looking like a kid in a candy store, the animatronic wandered around to browse his options. With every bright flash of light from a machine, or funky sound he would jump and gush about how amazing it was.

Tabby smiled softly, following with her hands full of tokens patiently. This was all new for him after all.

He halted, pointing, “That one!”

Tabby followed his finger, seeing a two person racing game. This was one that you could sit on fake motorcycles to turn and steer.

She chuckled with a nod, feeding the tokens in as Sun got comfortable. (Or as comfortable as one with such a lanky frame could manage) He gripped the handlebars, leaning forward to mimic people he saw on tv.

“Easy, tiger.” Tabby swung her leg over her own.

He almost didn’t hear her, bouncing a bit with impatience.

The game was fast, but Sun was full of laughter nevertheless, begging to go again. Afterwards they played some smaller games here or there until Sun’s attention was captured by a corner of rainbow lighting.

“Let’s do this one!” Sun smiled eagerly at a dance dance Revolution game. The bright lights of the dance pad reflected off his metal, sending colors dancing over his features.

“I…might sit this one out.” Tabby held herself a little tighter, taking a step back.

Sun cocked his head, reaching out for her, “Come on starlight, it’ll be fun.” His voice was both gentle and encouraging at the same time, sending a crack through her self consciousness.

“I’m shit at dancing.” She shook her head.

“It’s not about being good.” He smiled, “It’s about having fun!”

He took her hands, leading her closer to the game, “Come on.”

“Fine!” She conceded, awkwardly stepping onto the dance square.

They both were pretty bad at the game, Sun not letting it get to him despite it all. He was all smiles and laughter as he tried to hit the lit up squares while Tabby tried to focus intently.

She ended up loosing…sorely.

“That was fun!” Sun straightened, unable to get winded.

Tabby on the other hand, huffed to catch her breath, face red.

“Better luck next time.” Sun smiled, no jesting to his encouragement.

“No.” Tabby huffed hotly, bending down to fight with the buckles of her boots.

He tilted his head, “No?”

“Fuck you.” She threw her boots to the side, “I want a rematch.”

He glanced down at her sock clad feet, realizing she was attempting to get some sort of advantage without her chunky boots. Sun’s look of concern evaporated into a sly smirk.

“If you insist, starlight.” His voice was like honey, a gleam to his milky eyes.

She lost again…

Sun cheered triumphantly this time, the fires of competition going to his head.

“It’s not fair.” Tabby murmured indignantly as she fetched her boots, “You have longer legs.”

“And you are a sore loser.” He shot back, adding cheekily, “With tiny legs.”

“I’m normal sized!” She stomped.

“Not from my perspective.” He teased, standing as straight as he could to exasperate the difference in their heights.

Tabby sputtered up at him like a feral kitten, becoming worse at his smug smile. He chuckled at her little display, crossing his arms as he waited her out.

“Just because you look like a giraffe!” She spouted.

“A giraffe?” He put a hand to his chest.

“You’re even yellow!” Tabby couldn’t help the smile that cracked over her face.

“I’m even yellow???” Sun echoed in disbelief, putting on a tone of offense, “How dare you?”

Tabby cracked further, a little giggle eaking out as Sun dramatically laid the back of his hand over his faceplate, free hand fisted over his chest.

“How dare you?!” He turned away flamboyantly, bowing his head.

Tabby fully laughed now at his antics, closing the distance between them to grab at him.

“Oh come on, theater boy.” She giggled, trying to pull him, “We have more tokens to spend!”

Dropping the act like a stone, Sun turned back towards her snickering.

They managed to get a good haul of tickets; Sun a bit too proficient with time centric games, Tabby needing to cut him off before they got kicked out for cheating.

Sun waited near the entrance, people watching, as Tabby turned in their winnings at the prize counter. He’d begun to daydream when she padded up next to him.

“Was this what you meant?” Tabby’s voice was hopeful as she held out a little soft plastic toy: it was a small green fish with painted black eyes.

Sun took it carefully, smiling, “It’s a bit different, but it’s still swell!” He had to use his free hand to press against his rays to keep them away, looking almost embarrassed as he tilted his head.

“What else did you get?” He asked, trying to distract from himself.

“Um…” Tabby looked into the little bag, “I got a sticky hand, and a Chinese finger trap…” she showed off each object respectively.

“I used to have to confiscate those a lot.” Sun murmured, gesturing to the finger trap.

“Wait why?” She cocked her head, skeptical.

Sun frowned, “The kids would get them stuck and scream, or they would trick the smaller ones to do the same thing. I just started taking them. That and slime…” Sun shivered in remembrance, “The slime got everywhere.”

“Did you ever have problems with the magnets?” Tabby asked as they walked back into the main plaza. She could remember all the promotional or character magnets the Plex’s arcade counter used to have.

“Like with the kids or myself?”

“Yourself.” She clarified, “Like the kids using them against you.”

“You think Fazbear Entertainment makes gift magnets strong enough to interfere with any software??” He scoffed.

“Fair enough.”

“The most damage they could do is to my patience.” He huffed, “They would make a game of sticking them to my back on the bits of steel around my mounting ring.”

“Mounting ring.” Tabby giggled.

“That’s what it’s called!” Sun snapped, exasperated.

“Like a horse.” She snorted.

Sun played a fairly realistic horse sound from his voice box making Tabby cover her mouth to hide the noise that threatened to leave her.

“I can do more.” Sun announced, playing a different one and making her break down a bit more. Tabby was attempting to keep her cool in public, Sun using that to his advantage. He leaned in closer, smile devious. “I can even gallop a bit for you if you ask reeeeal nicely.”

“What about a horse ride?” She managed through the snickers, still hiding half her face.

“You’ll have to take me to dinner first.” He winked.

“Sun!”

She shoved him playfully as they laughed, other people gave a side eye at their antics as they passed.

As the laughter subsided, Sun caught a sound: a low grumble. His head tilted, asking knowingly, “Are you hungry?”

“…maybe.”

The food court was more busy than the other sections of the mall, as it was getting closer to lunchtime. Sun pulled his hoodie closed around his faceplate, hunching over to follow behind Tabby. She went straight for the Chinese restaurant, a goofy panda sign greeting them.

This was all greasy quick versions of food, although you wouldn’t find her complaining about it. Sun declined any himself, knowing all he needed by a quick scan.

“This definitely reminds me of the plex…” he commented, tapping a finger on the table once they sat down. His optics squinted a bit as Tabby stirred in some packets of soy sauce.

“It’s mall food.” She shrugged, beginning to eat.

Natural light filtered in through the large sky windows over the food court. Sun never realized how much he missed the background hum of people, gathered together enjoying their time together. He felt content, simply sitting quietly to listen as Tabby played on her phone in-between bites.

Sun watched her, optics half lidded. His head tilted to the side.

Tabby noticed his gaze, making a little movement of realization. Sun’s smile widened fondly at the rosey blush that darkened her cheeks.

“What?” She gave a self conscious giggle, averting her gaze.

Sun’s fans whirled more audibly, moving a hand across the table. His arm rested against it gently as his fingers reached out towards her hand. Tabby instinctively moved a bit closer, lacing their fingers together.

“I’ve had a really good time today.” Sun murmured. His voice was soft and genuine.

She gave his hand a little squeeze. He returned the gesture, free hand coming up to push a threatening ray back in.

“I hope-“ Tabby stirred around her food a bit, eyes downcast, “We can do more together from now on.”

“I’d like that.” He nodded.

“Oh hey, I used to get some edgy jewelry here!” Tabby pointed to another shop. This one was fairly dark compared to the main mall, with lettering that resembled graffiti. Sun tilted his head, a tight look to his smile.

“Come on!” She pulled him by the hand, “They have cool band t-shirts!”

As they entered Sun was greeted with the sound of heavy music, following as Tabby still dragged him along.

“This definitely looks like a store you’d shop at…” he murmured, half smile forced.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She halted, releasing him to rest a hand on her hip.

He didn’t answer with words, instead glancing around at the spiked jewelry, chains, and fake leather.

“Shut up.” She hissed.

He hovered around her for a bit, groaning here and there as she looked through racks of clothes. Sun finally wandered off on his own as Tabby looked over the jewelry section.

Not finding anything to her liking she straighter, looking around for her animatronic. Being seven foot tall normally made him stick out like a sore thumb, but with this store’s floor to ceiling shelves he was off her radar.

She found Sun near the back of the store, engrossed in the colorful objects lining the wall.

Oh god,

Tabby thought…

He found the sex toys.

Seeing her approach he eagerly pointed to one, “I like this one!”

Tabby followed his gaze to see a multicolored dildo sporting a suction cup base. Her stomach flipped a bit.

“That’s so big.” She whispered to him, embarrassed.

“It says ‘medium’.” He informed, pointing to the listed size.

Tabby’s face reddened, hissing lowly, “In no world is eight inches, ‘medium’!”

Sun hummed a bit, taking the box carefully off the hook. He compared it to the length of his fingers, doing some quick math in his head.

“You’ve taken three fingers already, this shouldn’t be much more of a squeeze.” He gave a big smile.

“Fuckin hell, don’t say that right now.” She was crimson.

“Please Sunshine?” He begged, pouting out his lip a bit, “I think we could have some fun with it.”

She turned away, tapping her foot a bit. Sun, knelt down to muscle her, begging more pitifully.

“Fine.” Tabby conceded.

Sun’s rays spun happily, the animatronic getting scolded shortly after.

Tabby about died all over again when the cashier’s eye drifted between her and the animatronic with a smirk. She had them double bag the purchase before escaping.

She didn’t breathe easy until they were back outside, letting out her breath. Sun was absolutely beaming, carrying the bags as he followed beside her.

“Want to try a smoothie?” Tabby asked excitedly, pointing to a little shop, “They make the best fruity ones here!”

“Sure!” Sun accepted instantly.

They waited in line, Sun hunching a bit to look less conspicuous. Tabby ordered a wild berry smoothie, while Sun wanted to try a tropical citrus one.

They began their walk again, turning their steps towards the apartment. Sun sipped on his drink, rays threatening to pop out in his excitement. “It’s good!” He announced happily.

“I’m happy you like it.” She smiled, walking closely by his side. Her eyes drifted down to the bag he was still holding, blushing a bit.

“Hm?” He tilted his head, voice clear despite him currently mid drink.

“It’s just…” Tabby looked away, “I don’t understand how you can still find me pretty after seeing me so gross and sick.”

Sun scoffed, “That was nothing. I've dealt with far worse, thousands of times.

“And that doesn’t get to you?” She asked, sipping from her cup.

“Not really.” Sun shrugged, smile never fading, “I don’t really feel disgust about the same things humans do.”

Tabby looked interested, Sun going on as they walked, “Well a large part of human disgust to certain things is the fear of contamination or infection, but I can’t get sick.”

She watched as he spoke, loving how he would use his hands to better express his words. His smoothie caused a bit of problems in that regard, it threatened to spill as he spoke.

“Of course I can still find things disgusting, but human fictions I’m quite jaded to.” He smiled, “Oh!” He lifted his free hand to tap at the decorative nose on his faceplate with his index finger, “I can’t really smell…well anything! So that helps.”

Tabby nodded, “That makes sense.”

“But don’t worry about grossing me out.” He waved his hand, a laugh to his tone, “It’s hard to do.”

Sun hummed a tune as he stripped off his clothes. Neatly folding the bright colored garments, he placed them back on a shelf in the hall closet, grabbing the much darker stack from the same shelf. He gingerly put on Moon’s hoodie and sweatpants, smoothing himself down afterwards.

Happy with himself he padded over to the light switch, waiting just long enough to finish the song he’d been humming. Nodding, he flipped the switch, the room instantly growing dim.

Moon blinked awake, taking a moment to gather himself. Having gone into rest mode earlier in the day, the transition was a bit more of an effort than normal. Feeling himself over, he realized Sun had saved him a bit of time by changing clothes already. He huffed, mood sour.

Not even that little gesture smoothing him out. He scuttled away, crawling into their box fort.

“Oh hey!” Tabby’s face lit up when she saw him.

Moon jumped a bit, fans kicking up as he ducked into the fort.

Her smile faded ever so slightly, pressing on nevertheless to show him some of the items from the earlier adventure.

She had the shirt set out on the table, gesturing to it, “Sun found a shirt for you. It’ll be less constricting. And…oh!” She found the little fish.

Padding closer she held out the toy to him like an offering, it giving off a faint glow in the dim light.

Moon peeked out, optics shifting in-between the fish and her face.

“We won it for you!” She smiled happily.

His chest knotted up, feeling hotter. Moon gulped, emotions becoming a tangle in his circuits.

Unable to process he withdrew, turning away from her with a grating sound coming from his voice-box.

Tabby straightened, concern flashing over her face for a fleeting moment. She placed the toy on the bookshelf, fingers lingering on the wood for a long moment before she turned back towards the animatronic.

Things had been tense between them since Sun had become a boyfriend to her of sorts…and she couldn’t blame him for feeling awkward around her.

What if he was disgusted? Or maybe he’s angry?

She thought, biting her lip. Trying to smooth things over a bit, they did have to live together after all, she offered softly, “Want to watch a movie together?”

“No.”

The answer was quick and sharp, Moon not even looking up.

“Well maybe we can-“ she was cut off abruptly.

Moon growled out a, “Go away.”

Annoyance shot through her at his total dismissal of her olive branch, that feeling fueling her next words.

“Why are you such a grumpus tonight?” Tabby asked, hands on her hips.

Moon shuffled deeper into the box fort, almost completely hidden.

Taking a breath, she tried to remind herself of his unfortunate, and from her perspective, disinterested, situation.

“Well…” Tabby dejectedly sat the tv remote on the coffee table, “Heres this, if you want to watch tv…and Sun hid all of my snacks on top of the cabinets.” She frowned, “So if you want any, they are up there. Help yourself.”

When he didn’t answer she sighed, leaving him be.

S: You are being a brat.

M: Shut up.

S: Touché Touché

Moon growled from deep in his throat, scribbling away at a drawing. He’d already snapped a few of their crayons by this point.

S: Is someone jealous?

Moon didn’t answer, covering the paper in dark circles.

S: Mad I'm the favorite?

Sun pushed his buttons.

M: what happened to her being ‘ours’???

S: You not making a move happened.

S: I'm not stopping you, she might even enjoy it.

M: unlikely…

Another crayon snapped, Moon ruffling through the box for a new one.

S: What did you tell me before?

Sun made some humming sounds in their shared headspace showily, making Moon roll his eyes.

S: OH! I remember!

S: “You better stop thinking a hole in our head and do something about it…”

S: Awfully ironic now, eh Moony?

S: Eating your own words? So to speak

“Shut up!” He growled aloud, pulling his hat down to cover his face.

Sun softened.

S: I'm only messing with you…

“Im not in the mood for messing.” He whispered, looking down at the storm of dark colors on the paper. He frowned, pointed teeth poking from his lips.

S: Oh moony…

S: Just talk to her, you’ll never know unless you do.

Moon huffed, clawing at the paper a bit.

M: She won’t like me…that way…Not like you…

S: You slept in her bed first, remember?

M: That’s different…

S: I think you’re overthinking things.

M: I'm the bad guy of the act…no one falls for them.

S: This isn’t the stage.

Moon felt a pain in his chest.

M: Sun…I don’t know how to stop acting…

By the time Tabby returned home from work the following day, Sun had dinner ready and plated up at the kitchen island.

He was becoming quite the proficient cook, always looking up new fun recipes to try out. Not to mention Tabby had more vegetables in her diet in the last new months than her whole adulthood combined.

“Thank you.” She smiled, sitting down to eat. This was a mix of multicolored peppers and onions seasoned over rice, the kitchen full of its pleasant aroma.

Sun eagerly watched her take the first bite, wearing the apron Tabby had ordered him as a joke.

“Is it good?” He asked, head tilting hopefully.

She swallowed, nodding, “It’s really good! I don’t normally like peppers, but this is good.”

“Swell!” Sun smiled, gushing, “I found a recipe for a Cajun spice mix online and wanted to try it.” He waved his hand as he explained.

Seeing her fully tuck into her meal, satisfied, he started washing up the dishes. He hummed softly to himself as he did so.

“Hey Sunny?” Tabby looked up from her plate.

“Yes Star?” He chimed back.

“Why is it you sometimes use ‘I’ when talking, but then other times you use ‘we’?” She asked.

“Oh….” Sun turned from the sink, drying off his hands almost nervously.

Tabby set her fork down now, seeing his carefree mood evaporate.

“I only use “we” when I’m certain of Moon’s feelings on a matter.” Sun explained, “I don’t speak for him unless directly asked to do so.”

“But isn’t he always…aware?” She searched for the right word.

“No.” Sun shook his head, “He doesn’t pay attention all the time, sometimes going into rest mode or doing background processes while not active. I can even block him out completely if I concentrate hard enough.” Sun went on, “But we try to not do that anymore…it’s rather rude.”

“Anymore?” Tabby questioned, a worry lilting her voice.

“Oh well…hm.” Sun became twitchy, fiddling his hands together, “I had to…repress…him often, after the virus infected his side of our software.” His rays withdrew, looking away, “And when he got control he gave me the same treatment…”

Tabby nodded solemnly, food forgotten.

“We were designed to always communicate, different perspectives to best solve issues.” Sun brought his hands together to symbolize both halves joining, “And now we can be whole again. We were never meant to be alone.”

“Is that why you were more high strung at the plex?” She asked gently, adding quickly, “No offense.”

“Little taken…” he frowned, but answered, “It did contribute to the issues.” He sat down beside her, quiet for a moment.

Tabby reached out, softly placing a hand on his thigh for comfort.

His faceplate tilted towards the contact, sighing. “I had to do well…had to perform at a level I was never meant to, alone.” His voice was soft and distant, “After the incident with Moon they threatened to disassemble us. Things changed quickly and it was suddenly all on my shoulders to keep us alive.”

“Lights stayed on, I was the caretaker of the entire area. Staff feared us…left us without regular maintenance…”

“I think…I think they were just waiting for us to burn up. Waiting for the moment we broke. When we stopped being useful…”

His voice wavered the more he spoke, words rambling together,

“They stripped us of so much that made us whole, made us unique. They left us alone, to wear down.”

“Sometimes we still feel the need to go back, some echo of our directive…but they would just tear us down for parts or even just let us rot in storage at a different facility…”

A sound like a sob left his voice-box, smile strained and false. Tabby stood, rounding the kitchen island to comfort him.

Tabby held him, resting her cheek on his shoulder. He lay his faceplate on the top of her head, rocking a bit as he hugged her. It felt bittersweet, to finally say everything aloud, to finally spill the fear and resentment that festered deep inside them.

His breath was static-y, wavering out as he collected himself. He pulled back enough to look weakly at her, smile still fake.

“Your food is getting cold.” He informed softly.

“That’s ok.” She took his faceplate, watching him close his optics and melt into the contact, “Sit with me?”

He gave a small nod, taking a seat beside her as she sat back down to finish her dinner.

After dinner they cuddled closely, Sun still clingy and sensitive. Their closeness quickly evolved into something else: fingers exploring over the other.

“Sun!” She giggled as he pulled down her leggings, the animatronic giving her an innocent look back.

She kissed his faceplate, stepping out of her clothes as his hands raked over her ass and thighs.

The newly bought toy was in the forefront of his mind, having washed it earlier that same day. She could tell he was overly eager, excited about something as he eased in two fingers.

He was careful to stretch her, making scissoring motions to ready her as much as he could until she was a hiccuping mess.

Proud of himself, he scooped her up, toting her off to the bedroom.

“S-Sun?” She asked, holding onto him.

“Don’t worry yourself, I have something fun planned!” He smiled widely, not easing her worry in the slightest.

Her eyes caught the toy on the bedside table as he lay her down on the bed, face heating up.

Sun retrieved it, turning it over in his hands and he walked to the foot of the bed. Tabby watched his every movement, gulping as he looked over her.

Taking her by the ankle he pulled her down the bed.

“Wait, wait!” She blurted out, making him pause. Blushing she asked quickly, “Did you wash and sanitize that? You have to before using them.”

Sun’s optics was half lidded, leaning down to press a makeshift kiss to her ankle. “Done and done.” He cooed.

She swallowed, trying to give a little nod.

Sun attempted to work her up again, his excitement getting the better of him quickly, however.

Thinking she had to be ready enough, he sat back on his heels to line up the toy with her pussy. Attempting to press the bulbous head down into her opening he was met with resistance, the toy sliding up and crossing her clit. Tabby hissed, Sun trying again with minimal success.

“Tight fit, isn’t it.” Sun grumbled, smile faltering.

“I told you!” She yelped as he pulled her closer.

He gave a little huff in frustration, pushing a bit more forcefully. The head popped inside that tight ring of muscle making her cry out.

“Theeeere we go!” His smile returned, looking up at her proudly.

“Shit!” She cursed, thighs trying to close if not for Sun’s free hand keeping her fully open for him.

“Color?” He asked.

Tabby panted for a moment, smoothing back her bangs, “Y-Yellow.”

Sun didn’t move, giving her a moment to adjust. His free hand rubbed little circles into the meat of her thigh with his thumb, patiently.

“Green.”

“That’s it.” Sun’s voice was low and soothing, praising her for every inch of the toy she managed to take.

Finally she’d taken it all.

Tabby gulped in a breath, walls burning. Sun allowed her a moment to adjust, smiling, “Look at you. I knew you could take it!”

“Shut up.” She huffed, face red. There was no hint of a bite to her words, making Sun chuckle.

Tabby gave a little sound, signaling he could move again.

As he pulled the toy out his optics noticed something: the wetness coating the toy was tinged pink. His movement halted instantly, causing Tabby to sit up a bit in confusion. Her gaze followed his own, swallowing to sober herself a bit.

“Are you ok?!” Sun finally caught himself, worry spiking through him as his faceplate snapped up. His hand was frozen, unsure what to do.

“I’m fine.” She answered, keeping her voice low in an attempt to alleviate his tension.

“Is that blood?!” He asked, already picking up trace amounts through his scanner.

“Sun it’s ok!” Tabby insisted, “It’s normal. I told you it’s been a long time, it happens.”

“It’s normal?” He didn’t sound convinced, “Are you sure you’re not hurt? I can stop!”

“It’ll just take some getting used too.” She soothed, sitting back against the pillows again.

“Okay…” he frowned, worry still pooling in his milky gaze, “Promise you’ll tell me if it hurts?”

“I promise.” She nodded, voice tinged ever so slightly with desperation, “Now, please, do something!”

He nodded back, optics flicking back down to where the toy lay half inside her, carefully pushing it back in to the hilt. He listened to her breathe hitch, free hand moving to her stomach. He pressed down softly as he worked the toy back and forth, marveling at the fact he could feel the bump it created.

The added pressure inadvertently made Tabby arch, mewling out. Sun perked up, falling more comfortably into a steady rhythm.

“So good for me!” He praised, free hand moving to rub quick circles on her swollen clit, adding ardently, “Always such a good girl for me.”

“Ah-Fuck!” She cried, back arching under his relentless hands, “Sunny!”

“That’s it!” He cooed, working her through the orgasm, feeling how she tightened through the toy. His rays spun, the silicone cock holding fast in her flesh.

Waiting for her high to end, he carefully pulled out the toy, laying it to the side. Sun crawled up the bed to cuddle her, listening to her body’s little quakes of aftershocks.

“I wish I could feel what you do.” Sun mused, laying down next to her.

“What?”

Rolling on his side he murmured, “You always look so happy when you finish.” His hand came up, fingers drawing shapes into her skin.

Tabby processed his words, looking up at the ceiling. Closing her eyes she drifted a bit, lost in thought.

“Wait!” Tabby sat bolt upright suddenly, making Sun almost fall off the bed in surprise.

“W-What?” He asked, optics wide.

“I think I know a way!” She announced, jumping out of the bed. Sun followed her curiously as she went to her office, legs still unsteady.

No time for clothes, she pulled out her laptop triumphantly, needed cords still attached.

“A way to what, starlight?” Sun asked, head tilted.

“Simulate an orgasm.” She smiled back, holding up the laptop, “I just need to tap into your processors.”

His fans kicked up, almost looking bashful now, “Really?”

“Only one way to find out!” Tabby smiled, returning to the bedroom. She placed the laptop near the head of the bed, booting it up. As it went through the motions of powering on her glanced at the discarded toy, taking it in her hands.

She looked from the toy to Sun, gears turning in her head.

Beckoning him closer she steadied his hips with her free hand. Sun watched curiously as she pressed the suction cup to the smooth metal of his pelvis. It stuck fast.

“Oh my god.” She snorted, “That’s actually really funny.”

She turned back to the laptop, curiosity sated. As she typed away, deep in thought, Sun gave the phallus an experimental tug. Finding it quite secure he swayed back and forth, watching it as it swung along with his movement.

“Sun?” Tabby spoke, not looking up from her laptop. Fully engrossed in what he was doing, he didn’t answer.

Tabby glanced up. Raising her voice this time, she snapped, “Sun!”

“Huh?” He paused, mid sway, looking up quickly.

“Come here.” She instructed, making room for him on the bed.

Titling his head, he padded over, sitting next to her. Tabby carefully hooked some wires into the back of his faceplate, moving to unscrew the buttons that held his chest plate together.

“What are you doing, Starlight?” His head tilted the opposite direction.

“Going to try to make you feel good, I told you.” She smiled up at him, plugging in the last wire into a port.

“You don’t have to do that. It’s our job to take care of you.” His voice was soft.

“I want to.” She soothed, asking, “Can you lay down for me?”

Sun carefully moved to lay down on the bed, Tabby moving the laptop to sit beside him.

“Are you comfortable?” She asked, kneeling beside him.

“Yes.” He nodded a bit, unknowingly taking the more rigid position he would have when in parts and service.

“Good!” She smiled, moving closer to his face, “Now let’s play red light green light again, okay?”

“Ok!” He nodded, excited.

“Let’s start small.” She went back to the computer, going into his processors, “I’m going to do a low grade pulse through your system of touch, ok?”

“Mhm.” He lay back.

Typing up a bit, she hit enter.

A shiver ran through his body with the new

sensation.

“Green light.”

Tabby upped the input, causing a tremor to jolt his body. “Where are we at with this compared to normal feeling?” She asked, turning towards him.

His optics dilated, searching for words for a moment. “It’s more.” He finally spoke, voice breathy, “More than normal.”

“Feel good?” She smiled.

“Very good.” He nodded.

“Let’s give you some more.” She upped it again. This time he began to writhe ever so slightly, limbs seemingly moving on their own with the stimulation. She watched his hands clench and unclench, jaw tight.

“Sunny?”

“Green light.” He managed, optics closing.

While he was distracted, Tabby carefully swung her leg over him, sitting gingerly on his pelvis just above where the toy was still stuck.

Feeling her weight on him, his hands instantly went to her waist. He kept a firm hold on her in an effort to ground himself.

“Good boy.” She cooed, lifting her hips just enough to line the toy up with her still wet cunt. The slide was easy, their hips meeting in moments.

Sun managed to look up, optics showing hearts as he watched her bounce a bit on the toy, mind swimming with fantasies. It made him heat up further, fingers digging into her skin.

“Is it good?” She asked breathily, smiling at his eager nods. Leaning forward she urged, “Tell me?”

“It’s good!” His voice was strained, nodding furiously, “It’s so good!”

“Want more?” She asked, her own hips moving a bit faster.

He bucked a bit to meet her, begging now.

“Please! Please! Please, Starlight!” Sun bit the silicone of his lip.

She leaned forward, toy almost slipping out as she upped the input another level.

His systems surged.

Optics filled with light as every processor sang with feeling. Any little pleasures he’d ever had from mundane things: the softness of fabric, the fur of an animal, the cold of ice, or the taste of food; all paling in the pleasure that threatened to fry his circuits in this moment.

This is what humans felt?

This is what euphoria felt like?

Euphoria: noun: a feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness.

His mind raced, the pleasure threatening pain. Biting at his operating system in quick succession. He felt everything, glitching as his limbs twitched with the built energy. It was ecstasy.

POP

Sun went limp, optics black with a small snapping sound as all his systems blue screened.

Tabby halted, worry spiking through her. She rushed to unplug him from the laptop.

As Sun’s systems came back online a shaking sound left his voice-box. His optics blinked back to life, hands instantly shifting to Tabby’s thighs for grounding.

“You ok, big guy?” She asked.

“H-“ Sun breathed, “Holy moly!”

Tabby started giggling, “It must have been good to get a whole ‘holy moly’ out of you!?”

“Better than anything!”

Sun tried to right himself, some processes slower to get fully going. He gave her a big lopsided smile, excitement in his milky eyes, “Let’s do it again!”

“Later, okay?” Tabby gave him a gentle smile, “I don’t want you to fry your circuits…”

His optics made hearts, large hands moving up her sides to cup her face. Tabby leaned into the contact, still flushed from earlier activities. “Will you marry me?!” Sun asked sweetly, not an ounce of jesting in his tone.

“Sun.” Tabby snickered, “We aren't even boyfriend and girlfriend yet.” She pointed out.

Not missing a beat, Sun then asked instead, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

She sobered a bit, gazing down at him with warmth. “I will.” She nodded, accepting softly.

Sun’s rays spun happily.

A stretch of silence grew between them as they caught their breath fully and cooled down. Tabby unsuctioned the toy from him, tossing it aside to wash later. She lay beside him, listening to his fans trying like mad to cool him down.

“Sunshine?” Sun spoke, voice wistful.

“Hm?”

He tilted his head towards her, asking “Marry me?”

“Sun!”

Having a rare late shift, Tabby pushed open the door to be met with a dimly lit apartment. The stove light paired with her RGB backlights to her entertainment system gave enough light to navigate and do certain tasks.

Hanging her bag up, Tabby called out, “Hey Moon, I’m home!”

A shuffling sound made her look towards the couch, Moon on all fours behind it, gazing back at her with red optics.

She gave him a little wave before going into the kitchen for a soda. Popping the tab she tilted back her head to take a sip, nearly chocking when her eyes caught something: there was a thick swirling pattern, seemingly drawn onto the wall, near the doorway leading to the hall.

“Hey!?” She sputtered, wiping away split soda with the back of her hand.

Moon peaked out at her outburst, head tilted.

“What did I tell you about drawing on the walls?!” Tabby scolded, storming over to the decorated wall. Her tone was sharp, like one used to reprimand a child.

Moon was still for a moment, having crawled out from hiding to stand, frown darkening his face. He listened, teeth poking out as she ranted on about security deposits and magic erasers.

Without a word he stalked closer, hunched crookedly forward to be face level with her.

Tabby gulped, words dying on her tongue.

Moon stared at her for a moment, red optics narrow.

He raised a hand, Tabby flinching a bit on instinct. Her eyes closed tightly, steeling herself for what? She didn’t truly know.

The sound of ripping paper sliced through the apartment, Tabby blinking in bewilderment, head snapping towards the sound.

Moon had unceremoniously ripped away the paper he had earlier taped up, revealing the unmarked wall underneath at the expense of his art.

“…oh…” Tabby wilted, seeing now everything had been carefully cut out from paper in reality. She looked back to Moon, guilt coming off her in waves.

His face was still tight, frown burned into his faceplate. He crumpled up the held paper, dropping the ball to the floor wordless.

“M-Moon I-“ she started to stutter out an apology as Moon turned on his heels.

She followed him out onto the balcony, stopping as he swung over onto the fire escape, regretfully watching him disappear onto the roof.

Tabby pulled her coat tighter around from the chill of the night air, stomach in knots.

#the cat the sun and the moon #poor moon #hee having a bad time #sun tho #first nut #sundrop #moondrop #fnaf sun/moon #sun x oc #moon x oc #fnaf fanfics

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sinfulcries · 3 years

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hi sir! i really enjoy your works so could i request atsumu's senpai catching him jacking off while moaning reader's name in the locker room and reader takes his virginity on the spot?

maneater — atsumu x male reader

author's notes. UHM I AM SO SORRY THIS IS REALLY LONG I GOT REALLY INTO IT HAHAHA. this was also beta read by my lodicakes @bunbyy <3 thank you so much NJKNDKJA

tw. senpai kink, public sex, exhibitionism, mating press, caught masturbation, university au, virginity loss, peer pressure, belly bulge, size difference, unprotected sex, barebacking, facefucking, facial, sleazy senpai reader

Miya Atsumu, by all means, was never interested in dating or the concept of love and crushes and infatuation. All of those seemed vaguely unfamiliar to the boy who only had volleyball on his victory-hungry mind. When it came to a certain male on his team however, he would instantly lose his composure. His knees would feel like jelly whenever their fingers would brush against each others accidentally and his face would heat up like wildfire when the flirty, tall senior would attempt to flirt with him.

A crush, Miya supposed. These feelings would go away sooner or later but Osamu and his teammates who clearly caught onto Atsumu’s strange behavior, begged to differ.

More often than intended, you two would have the thickest and most uncomfortable sexual tension. And one of those instances was right now.

After one of your practice matches, you had peeled your shirt off to reveal your seemingly perfect body. Atsumu revelled in the way your skin glistened under the sheer layer of sweat coating your big arms and your toned abdomen, or the way the fabric of your shorts hung low and exposed more than what meets the eye, leaving Atsumu to imagine the rest of what laid beneath. The blonde made sure to take his sweet time memorizing every crevice of your toned stomach, failing to notice the teasing smirk plastered on your face.

Interrupting the male’s not so discreet sightseeing, you chuckled. “Enjoying the view, Tsumu?” You teased, making the said male blush embarrassedly. “N-No! Shut yer trap, Senpai!” He sneered only to receive a grin from you in reply. “You know, You’re really cute when you’re flustered, dollface.”

God, the things you did to him were dangerous and the cute pet name went straight to his cock, making it noticeably twitch against his thigh. The shorter man merely ignored your statement with a blush on his face, giving you an embarrassed wave before walking towards the locker room, “I'm gonna take a shower.”

By showering, Atsumu meant releasing his sexual frustration by jacking off to the thought of you fucking him. The wing spiker shut his eyes in pleasure as he flicked his wrist around his length shamelessly, lips parted ever so slightly as he moaned your name.

The thought of you manhandling him, having him pressed up against your chest as you fucked him raw made Atsumu shut his eyes tightly. His pace only increased as he fisted his cock much faster, imagining that it was your bigger hand instead. This was definitely more than a crush-- Miya just came to the thought of his teammate for fuck’s sake! Thank God you weren’t there to witness the sinful and humiliating act that he had just committed.

By the time he came, shooting thick ribbons of white cum onto the tile walls, he rinsed the rest of his body clean before reaching out of the stall to grab his towel. Before he could even grasp the cloth, another person snatched it before he could, making him groan frustratedly.

“‘Samu, I swear if this is you, I’ll cut yer ba—”

When Atsumu opened the shower curtain however, the culprit was not his twin brother but instead, you stood in front of him with an amused look on your face. Your teasing expression only making the shorter man gulp nervously.

Avoiding your coy gaze, you taunted, “You’re a bad boy, Atsumu.” while moving to pin the blonde against the tile walls. Atsumu let out a soft squeak, feeling your calloused fingertips rubbing teasingly against the rim of his ass.

“Touching yourself to the thought of me.” You growled, leaning in to lap at the expanse of his neck, your teeth slowly dragging against his skin leaving bite marks on the clean flesh.

The blonde let out a breathy moan, as he tried to explain himself, however his mind was clouded with nothing but lust and disbelief. “I’ll give you the real thing instead. How does that sound?” You whispered, making the blonde shake his head. “I-I don’t want to..”

As much as he desperately wanted to feel your cock messing up his insides, he was embarrassingly enough, a virgin. And to have his virginity taken in some dirty locker room had him thinking more rationally, holding himself back from succumbing into his desires.

“Why not? Are you a virgin?” You teased, making Atsumu pipe up with humiliation. “Am not!” He protested.

Not believing the blonde, your hand inched towards his ass, prodding at his entrance with one finger. The male immediately jolted forward into your chest, squeaking as you pushed the digit in. “F-feels weird…” Atsumu murmured.

Ah, a virgin. How adorable.

The best people to fuck, in your not so humble opinion, were virgins. They were quite similar to new toys— they’d have your cock inside of their cunts, getting a good feel of how big you are before they’re reduced to a sobbing mess, feeling your cock molding them into your shape.

“C’mon now, ‘Tsumu, don’t be such a buzzkill for yer senpai.” You mused, giving his ass a harsh slap. “I’ll take good care of you. I’ll be gentle.” Your words weren’t the most convincing especially paired with the predatory gaze in your eyes. Nonetheless, Atsumu complied hesitantly, deciding to trust you instead, “Ugh fine. Ya better be gentle or I’m backing out.”

‘You’d be too addicted to even think about backing out’ You thought to yourself, grinning as you pulled the blonde out of the shower, urging him to lay down on one of the benches before pulling your shorts off along with your boxers.

By no means were you remotely close to small. Atsumu shamelessly drooling at the sight of your thick cock leaking beads of precum in your hand. Miya could only gulp as you pressed the smooth head of your cock against his bottom lip, letting the fat head part his lips open. “W-Wait you won’t go too deep right?” Atsumu mumbled worriedly.

“Just trust me.” You responded, guiding the rest of your cock inside of his mouth slowly. And without a single warning, you grabbed the boy by the back of his head, pulling him in closer as he choked helplessly on your cock. “You can take it right Tsum? Senpai knows you can.” The condescending grin that wormed its way onto your lips made Atsumu moan against your cock, your hips now moving to fuck the wing spiker’s warm throat.

You could vaguely hear the sound of him choking and gurgling around your thick length, the younger man’s jaw now going slack with how long you’ve been mercilessly thrusting into his mouth. “Shh, Samu might walk in at any minute. How would he react to seeing his cute lil twin getting facefucked by his sleazy senior?” You whispered tauntingly, Miya only “mmf!”-ing in reply.

With your thrusts slowly becoming sloppy as you felt your high approaching, you took your cock of the blonde’s mouth before spilling your load on his pretty face, relishing in the way your cum dripped over the boy’s cute features. “S-Senpai…” The boy panted, shakily taking your cock in his small hand “Want more…”

Your prediction was proven to be correct. Miya Atsumu was already addicted to your cock and you haven’t even taken his virginity yet! What a charming lil whore, so easy for you to break and corrupt!

Smiling at the blonde, your fingers were now pushed against the puffy rim of his ass, the dampness from his recent shower making it much easier to prep his hole for your cock. Atsumu let out a soft gasp as you started to curl and twist your fingers inside of him, his body writhing cutely against the bench he was laying on. “Mm so tight, I can’t wait to fill this cute cunt up.”

Miya blushed at your words, the venom in your voice making him flush red with how needy he was for you. Jolting upwards, he could feel your fingers brushing against his prostate, a flurry of high pitched moans ripping past his throat as you continued to fingerfuck the poor boy. “Ssssso good~!” Squealing girlishly, Atsumu’s cock trembled before he came on his stomach.

“Fuck, you look so hot” You rasped out, admiring the way his chest heaved up and down, his oversensitive cock now twitching against his stomach. As much as you wanted to spend your time admiring the view, your patience was wearing thin, and you could barely keep yourself from climbing on top of his quivering figure, aligning the head of your cock against his puckered rim before pushing every inch inside of him. The pain was absolutely unbearable-- the thought of pushing you off of him was the only thing occupying his mind as he blinked back the fat tears forming in his eyes.

As expected, his ass felt so good wrapped around your cock. Nothing beats the feel of a freshly entered, young virgin, especially since he looked so pretty folded down on the bench with your cock filling his ass.

“It hurts! Too big--!” Atsumu whimpered, finally letting the tears he had been holding back stream down his pretty little face. You only grasped both of his legs in response, folding him with ease so that his ass was raised to take in more of your cock. With you, balls deep inside of him-- It was safe to say that Atsumu was slowly breaking. It was obvious with how his tongue was stuck out, eyes crossed lewdly as the tears, cum and drool on his face mixed messily together. The satisfaction of burying every inch of your cock inside of his ass only brought a wicked smile on to your face and it didn’t take long for you to start fucking him and breeding him against the dirty bench, each euphoric thrust sending atsumu overdrive as he breathlessly panted for more. His whimpers sent you into a frenzy, your hips pistolling deeper to abuse his prostate-- and the blonde could only scream for dear life as you pounded into his guts mercilessly.

Rich, deep moans spilled from your lips only aiding Atsumu into orgasming much faster. And Your brash, rapid thrusts made ‘Tsumu moan out in pure bliss, keeping himself balanced as he held onto your sturdy arms. “Such a fucking cockslut for a virgin.” You groaned, Driving your cock deeper inside of him so that you could marvel at the little bump bulging out of his toned stomach.

“Look at that, you can even see my cock in yer little tummy.” Teasing him never got old, especially with the cute whine that came out of his mouth. “If only the team was able to see just how much of a virgin whore you really are.”

That alone was enough to make Atsumu cum once more, and with one more drive of your hips against his colon, you watched as his body spasmed against your cock, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he cried out your name.

Although you did have a bad habit of tossing virgins away once you were done using them up, you were certain that you’d keep Miya Atsumu for a while. After all, he was quite fun to play with.

#sinfulcries works #top male reader #dark content #haikyuu x male reader #seme male reader #dark blog #dark haikyuu #hq smut #haikyuu smut #atsumu x male reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x male reader #atsumu smut #hqintheclub

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dsmutp · 3 years

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hehe now that i have gotten your consent- (i have 2 ideas for both sub and dom reader but that's for another story anyways so-) basically, c!eret gets jealous because whenever they're walking around with reader, reader gets distracted by something or dragged away by someone else, basically not giving him all the attention he wants. So he has enough of it and randomly drags the reader away(hold up i'm losing space here-😀)

gotchu fam <3

Another One of Those Days (C! Eret X Reader)

Being a king was no small feat. It wasn't all classy parties and fur lined capes - it also meant actually running a nation. And the SMP was no small nation. There were disputes to be settled and laws to be upheld, and at the end of the day, all of that responsibility fell to the king.

You were a little biased, but you thought Eret was doing a pretty good job of handling an entire kingdom. For the king of the entire SMP - a nation torn apart by wars on a regular basis - he wasn't doing half bad. Even war torn, Eret had the SMP as one of the most stable places to live. He did it all with a smile on his face, too.

Of course, he wasn't doing it entirely alone.

You were a something of a helping hand when it came to making sure the kingdom ran smoothly, being Eret's spouse. While he handled the most important parts of running a kingdom, you did a lot of the smaller things. Things like managing the palace staff, and handling smaller disputes (things like property line disagreements and civil arguments). It wasn't much, on the large scheme of things, but some days it could get pretty hectic.

Like today, for instance.

Since you had woken up this morning, you had been running around the palace all day. It seemed like the whole universe needed your attention - something had happened down in the kitchens during breakfast (meaning you'd had to cut your morning meal with Eret short), and the civil disagreement you were supposed to resolve today ended up stretching on for hours (meaning you weren't able to catch Eret after his morning council meeting) and then just as things had been calming down, someone had broken a stained glass window in the west wing (meaning you'd had to skip dinner entirely, and ended up just sneaking a few slices of sourdough from the kitchens).

Needless to say, you were exhausted, and you missed your husband.

Luckily for you, the sun had sunk behind the trees, the day was over, and he would be waiting for you in bed.

You finished off your sourdough dinner substitute as you approached the door of your shared bedroom, opening it up as quietly as you could and slipping inside. You didn't want to disturb him if he was asleep, as you were sure he'd had a hard day as well...

But no, Eret was very much awake, and waiting for you on the edge of the bed.

He had taken off most of his kingly attire - the long red cape usually found draped over his shoulder was folded over one of the armchairs on the other side of the room, and the crown was in it's proper place on it's shelf. Now, Eret's hair hung loose in his face, and his white silk shirt lay unbuttoned across his chest.

"Hello dear." He greeted in a low rumble, a smile coming over his face. "I missed you today."

You melted, taking his hand as he reached out for you, pulling you into his lap. Your head found it's place tucked underneath his jaw, and you wound your arms around his middle, sighing deep in your chest. "Hello love."

"You seem tired." Eret noted, stroking a hand through your hair. "Long day?"

"Like you wouldn't believe." You grumbled. "I don't think I've had such a busy day since before we got married." You nuzzled into him more, letting your eyes drift shut. "It's better now though."

You could feel Eret's chuckle bubble up in his chest. "I'm sorry we didn't get to take our usual breaks today." He said. "Perhaps I can make up for the lost time now?"

Your eyes opened back up at the suggestive tone in his voice, and you pulled back a bit so you could meet his eyes. "Oh?"

"If you're feeling up to it, of course." He said. "I just thought maybe it would help you relax, blow off some steam, if you will." His hand found it's way down to your thigh, kneading the flesh gently.

Goosebumps rose from your skin at the touch. "That would be very nice." You said.

A grin stretched across Eret's face as he shifted, letting you get out of his lap. "Put on something nice for me, won't you? I missed seeing you today."

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It couldn't have been more than a quarter of an hour later that you found your wrists bound to the headboard of the four poster bed you shared with Eret, your lingerie clad body spread over the sheets like a lewd painting. You tugged at the silk tie binding your wrists - one of Eret's many sashes. He'd worn this one to a few banquets before, a lovely deep purple color.

Now, the fabric only accented your skin as you lay in wait for him.

Eret stood at the foot of the bed, slowly shrugging the shirt off his shoulders, letting the fabric slide down over his back. He always liked to put on something of a show for you - and you were always appreciative.

Eret's eyes found you as he unbuttoned his pants, letting his trousers pool at his feet as he stepped out of them. In only his boxers, he climbed onto the bed, propping himself up beside you to run a hand down your body, toying with the fabric of the lingerie you had picked out.

"You look delectable darling." He said, playing with the fabric of your outfit. The action caused goosebumps to rise over your skin where his fingers just barely brushed across. "I love it when you wear this one."

"Well, you said you'd missed me." You responded, pulling against your ties to crane your neck forward. Eret indulged you, leaning down to press his lips to yours, wasting no time in opening the kiss. Eret stopped playing with your outfit and instead started removing it, exposing your bottom half.

He pulled away to toss the piece of the outfit away, throwing it towards the pile of his own clothes on the floor. A shiver ran up your spine as Eret's eyes drifted down your body - he looked like he wanted to eat you.

And he did.

You jerked against the ties as Eret put his mouth on you, his hands sliding upwards to grip around your hips, holding them down to the bed so you couldn't squirm away from the heat of pleasure. A moan escaped your throat as Eret licked around your hole, sliding a finger in.

Involuntarily, your hips jerked up, only for Eret to press back down, stopping you from moving too much. You ached to touch him, but you were still secured to the headboard. There was something tantalizing about being completely at his mercy though.

Another finger slid in, beginning to stretch you open as Eret kept up his ministrations. Your breathing picked up as the warm tingly feeling spread over the rest of your body. Eret never disappointed - not when he put his mouth to good use.

You weren't even surprised when your orgasm washed over you. Even when he was just prepping you, Eret was a generous lover.

He pulled back as you came back down to earth, shedding his boxers. His cock stood at full attention - red no doubt from where he had had it pressed against the mattress while he'd spoken a royal decree into your skin.

"Good?" He asked, bringing a hand up to wipe his chin off.

"Wonderful." You said, catching your breath. Eret's hands off your hips now, you angled them up. "In please?"

Eret smiled, one hand coming up to card through your hair. "Right."

One of Eret's hands came to rest on your hip, the other coming to rest on the bedsheets beside you, holding himself up so that he could slide into you. You tipped your head back, savoring the stretch as Eret sucked in a breath.

You began to roll your hips, not giving Eret a moment to adjust. He leaned down, choking on a groan as he pressed his lips to the side of your neck. You sighed as he began to press kisses up your jaw, sucking little bruises against the skin.

"I missed you." He said, picking up the pace as he rolled his hips. "Even though it was just a day, I missed you."

"Needy." You tsked, meeting every thrust.

"You like that though." Eret said, voice tipping into something breathier. You could tell he was nearing his peak now, and you were beginning to reach a second - it would be easier for him to tip you over the edge now that he had done it once before.

All it took was a particularly rough thrust for you to be unraveling for a second time around him, Eret following you over the edge.

He collapsed against you, pillowing his head into your chest. You took a moment to catch your breath, just letting the feeling settle into you.

"Feeling better?" Eret asked, voice muffled as he spoke right into your skin.

"Much." You said. "You know what would make it better though?"

"Hm?"

"If you untied me so I could cuddle you to sleep."

#dream smp x reader #dream smp smut #mcyt x reader #mcyt smut #eret smut #eret x reader

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evening-starlight · 3 years

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Daddy’s Best Friend

This took two hours to write and it FILTHY lol

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Word Count: 2401

T/W: Smut, protected sex, degradation, honorifics (Pet, Doll, Sir), absolute FILTH, Oral (Male Receiving), cheating, hair pulling, spanking

Amaris knew this was wrong, coming back to the scene of the crime, but that didn't stop her from knocking on the front door. She hadn't stopped thinking about Tom, about how his lips felt against hers, and how she was curious how the rest of him felt.

Tom was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door and found Amaris standing there, looking frustrated. "Mari? What's up?" He asks, gesturing for her to come inside. She steps inside, close to Tom.

"Look, this is embarrassing, but I just want one night with you. I need to get you out of my system if I'm going to have a proper relationship with Armel. That kiss we did was a mistake, but I can't stop thinking about it. So, one more mistake, and we're done, understood?" Amaris rants, shocking Tom at her boldness.

She was always a bold character, but not this bold. Of course, they shouldn't be talking about this, but the thought of Amaris screaming Tom's name replays in his mind and has been for the last week. Thinking about Amaris's soft lips around him made him harden in his sweats.

Tom's silence makes Amaris backpedal. "We don't have to. It was stupid to ask. I'll leave, and we can forget I even," She's cut off by Tom's lips on her, shutting her up. They kiss for a second before Tom pulls back.

"This stays between us, yeah?" Amaris nods frantically, dying to have Tom's lips on hers again. He grants her wish, kissing her like there was no tomorrow. Their lips work together, creating an emotional frenzy between the two. Amaris's guilt subsides when Tom starts kissing down her neck, slowly pushing her back until she hits the wall.

He settles a knee between her thighs, sucking a spot into her neck. Claiming her as his, at least for the night. Amaris's hands grip Tom's hair, breathing heavily as Tom runs a hand up her shirt, resting on her waist.

Her skin is soft and smooth to the touch, and Tom can't keep his hands off of her, growing increasingly frustrated with the shirt blocking his assault. "Fucking hell," He mumbles before pulling her shirt off in a haste. Tom stares down at her. Amaris's chest heaves, lifting and dropping her perfectly sculpted breasts that are shielded by a dark red push-up bra. "Did you wear this for me?" Tom asks, palming her over the cup.

Amaris lets out a pathetic whine, wanting nothing more than Tom to touch her the way she desires. His hands across her body send fire to her heat, growing with every touch. Tom chuckles, snaking an arm around her back while his lips find hers again. He unclips her bra with one hand and uses both to pull it off her shoulders and onto the floor carelessly. Tom's hands find the mounds and massages until he finds her peaked nipples.

When he tweaks one, Amaris moans loudly into Tom's mouth. His hands make her feel like she's been struck by lightning, amplifying every touch and movement he does. Tom's tongue slips into Amaris's mouth as she continues to moan. She feels like she's on cloud nine, having never felt this horny with anyone before.

"Bed," Tom huffs, grabbing Amaris's hand and dragging her across the house and to his room topless. He picks her up and tosses her onto the bed, earning a giggle in return. Amaris won't admit it out loud, but she loved being manhandled. "Are you certain this is what you want, Mari?" Tom asks again, anxiety seeping into his mind.

"Just shut up and fuck me already, Tom," Amaris says, lifting herself onto her elbows. Tom pounces on top of her, causing yet another giggle to escape the girl. The chemicals pumping through her system make her feel dizzy in the best way possible. She has Tom kissing along her body, and it's everything she's ever dreamt of.

Tom sheds his shirt quickly as Amaris tugs on his, begging him to be as vulnerable as she was. Her mouth goes dry, watching as Tom's abs ripple with a flex as he pulls the shirt entirely off. "Fucking hell," Amaris whispers, reaching up to pet his stomach. Tom chuckles and presses his hand over the top of hers as he leans back down to kiss her.

Her hands on Tom's skin make the man groan. This is what he's been thinking about for weeks, and it's better than he could have imagined. He settles a knee between Amaris's thighs again, pulling a small moan out of her. "Tom, please do something. I want to feel you, please," Amaris begs, desperate for more of Tom's skin on hers.

Amaris's pants are pulled down to her knees as soon as she finishes her sentence, on the floor seconds after. Tom stares down at her dark red panties. "They were a matching set," Amaris says, smiling at Tom. "But someone was too impatient to see them together."

"If I recall correctly, you were the one absolutely begging me to take you, weren't you, Doll?" Amaris whines at the condescending tone Tom uses. His eyes light up at the noise. "Do you enjoy that, pet? Do you enjoy the way I talk to you?" Amaris whines again, not daring to answer when he's exactly right.

She loved being degraded and belittled, and the fact Tom did it without hesitation makes it even more enjoyable. Tom's hand wraps lightly around Amaris's neck, not enough pressure to be considered choking, but enough to show his dominance. "Use your words, Pet. Or you don't get what you came here for."

"Yes, sir. I love everything you're doing. You're making me so wet," Amaris says, hoping her honesty will get her something. Tom hums, running his hands over her body, snapping the panty line against her skin. "Please fuck me, Tom," Amaris begs, rutting her hips against Tom's still clothed leg.

"Patience, pet. I want to enjoy it." Amaris whines in protest at Tom's words. He chuckles and presses his leg against her core harder. Amaris can't help but rut against it, needing some kind of relief from the pressure building inside of her. "Look at you, so fucking desperate for my cock you're willing to fuck yourself against my leg," Tom whispers, bending down to nibble on Amaris's earlobe. His lips find her weak spot, pulling a pornographic moan out of Amaris as he sinks his teeth into the flesh.

His cock was throbbing in his sweats, begging to be released and fuck inside Amaris, but Tom ignored it the best he could. He wanted to enjoy the only time he'd have Amaris in his bed. Enjoying the moans and whines coming from the girl, Tom continues to leave marks up and down her body, Armel be damned. Amaris was his for the night, and he was going to give her reminders of her betrayal. A betrayal she made just for him.

When both adults were verging on frustrated, Amaris reaches between the two and cups Tom's cock through his pants. The animalistic groan Tom emits causes Amaris to whine in response. "Fuck, Pet. Rollover," Tom demands, pulling off her and off the bed completely.

"What? I don't get to see your cock?" Amaris asks, eyes wide and innocent. Tom could see through it. She wasn't as innocent as she let on, even to him. Tom curses, grabbing a fistful of Amaris's hair, guiding her off the bed and onto her knees in front of him. Amaris sits on her knees, eagerly waiting for Tom to pull out his member.

Amaris knew precisely what she was doing and how to get what she wanted. She wanted Tom to fuck her, yes, but she also wanted to know what it would feel like to have her mouth stuffed with him. And the quickest way to get Tom to do as she wanted to was to suck him off.

Tom shimmies out of his sweats and undergarments, letting his cock stand full and erect. Amaris can't help but lick her lips before looking at Tom through her eyelashes. "Look at me like that, pet, and you're not going to be able to walk for the next week," Tom threatens, feeling his cock twitch as he looks down at the woman submitting to him fully.

"Isn't that the point, Sir?" Tom moans lowly at the name that drips from her lips. He didn't think he was a person who would love honorifics so much, but here he was, cock harder than he thought it could get as she calls him 'sir.'

His cock slowly disappears into Amaris's mouth while she maintains eye contact. She was going to absolutely wreck Tom if it was the last thing she did. Tom moans and rests his hands in her hair as she bottoms out. "Holy fuck, Pet." He breaths out, throwing his head back in ecstasy. Amaris continues to bob her head up and down his cock, watching as his breathing picks up and fists tighten in her locks.

Tom was in heaven at the moment. He doesn't know what he did to deserve this treatment, but he's thanking every god he could think of while Amaris sucks the life out of him. Her mouth was warm and soft, her tongue swirling around the tip when she comes back up. This was the most perfect blowjob he's had, and he doesn't want it to stop.

The blow job is cut short when Tom pulls Amaris off, panting as he feels himself being too close to the edge. He wanted to finish inside of Amaris. "Bed. Now." He demands. Amaris stands up and climbs back on the bed slowly, swaying her ass as she does. A loud smack echos through the room as Tom's hand collides with the supple skin of Amaris's rear.

Amaris moans in response before dropping into doggy position, just as Tom had ordered before. Tom rummages around the bottom drawer of his nightstand before coming out with a condom with a victorious smile.

The tension between them was deafening as Tom rolls the condom down his shaft before positioning himself behind her. Amaris whines pathetically as Tom teases his head against her clit. "Look at you. Fucking dripping for my cock." Tom says, collecting juice on his cock. "Fucking pathetic," Amaris whines again, pushing against Tom, which earns another spanking. "I decide when you get my cock, Pet."

Tom continues to run his cock up and down Amaris's slit, saying filthy things that would make a professional pornstar blush. "I want you to fucking beg for me, Pet. Beg for me to fuck you better than anyone has before." Tom barks with a slap on Amaris's ass again.

"Please, Sir. I want you to break me. I want to feel your cock in me for days after. Please," Amaris's begging is cut short when Tom thrusts his entire length inside her, enticing a loud moan. He stretched and filled her like no one else has, or ever will. His cock fit perfectly inside of her, hitting the right spots in just one movement.

Amaris clenches around Tom, earning another moan from the man. She wrapped around him like no other has, and he wanted to savor this moment. But his cock begged to differ. Tom starts a slow, rhythmic pace as he fucks into Amaris from behind. The moans leaving her mouth egging him on to go faster.

As Tom's pace picks up, Amaris starts to lose all earthly grounding. She grips the sheets for some sort of stability but can't get any as Tom rams into her at an ungodly pace. The sounds coming from the room could be heard throughout the neighborhood. Tom's moans push Amaris closer to the edge. He sounded angelic and animalistic at the same time.

Tom wraps a hand in her hair and pulls Amaris up to her knees, continuing his brutal pace. "Look at you. Moaning for me," He grunts. "Who makes you feel this good?" He asks, using his free hand to wrap around and play with Amaris's clit.

"You," She moans out, closing her eyes as the pleasure builds inside of her. She's so close she can taste her orgasm.

"What's my fucking name?" Tom continues, feeling Amaris flutter around him. He knows she's close and wanted to get her over the edge. It isn't until his teeth sink into her neck that she screams out his name as she cums around his cock.

The slick feeling and fluttering walls push Tom closer to the edge. His thrusts falter as he finishes inside the condom. Tom lets go of Amaris's hair, and she falls onto the bed, panting like a dog who's been left outside all day. Tom flops down beside her, catching his breath before he cleans them both up.

Amaris is the first to speak. "That was, without a doubt, the best sex I've ever had." Tom laughs at her confession, resting a hand on the back of her sweaty thigh.

"So why make it a one-time deal?" Tom asks. Amaris shifts her head to look at Tom, a serious expression adorning her fucked-out face.

"Because I'm still with Armel," She counters. The guilt starts to come back. She shouldn't have slept with Tom, but this was the best she's felt in years after sex. Well, the best she's ever felt after sex.

"So? Keep him, and when he can't fuck you right, I'll be here," Tom says cockily. He knew this was wrong, but this was hands down one of the best times he's had sex. It was also the fact that Tom didn't want to lose this post-sex feeling. He felt like he could conquer the world in one breath.

Amaris sighs and moves so she's looking away from Tom again. She wanted to. The sex was amazing. The after-sex feeling had her walking on air. But she was cheating on Armel by fucking Tom behind his back. It's not Amaris's fault that Armel only wanted boring vanilla sex, but it did put a damper on her mood afterward.

Tom helps Amaris get cleaned up, smiling proudly as her legs shake unsteadily as she stands up. They say nothing more to each other as they get dressed, and Amaris leaves with a thousand thoughts going through her head.

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noctumbra · 3 years

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❝mutual❞: part two

summary ─ bucky didn’t mean to sneak into your apartment, but that was exactly what he did.

pairing ─ neighbor!bucky barnes x reader [thor odinson x reader]

warnings ─ smut, +18, voyeurism at its damn best, bucky is being a little bit stalker, masturbation, oral sex, riding, sex with heels on, ejaculating on someone’s face, dirty talk,

a/n ─ i know i’m supposed to be writing those 8′s but this one has been in the works for a while now, i had the idea i mean. i have been re-reading some the things i wrote for kinktober and came across to this one and went,,,, “why tf not”. as a result, you have this now :D there might be a part three, have couple things in mind for that one too but haven’t written anything yet. anyway, hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! <333

p.s.: THIS STORY MIGHT INCLUDE DARK THEMES. please read it with caution.

read mutual here

Bucky didn’t mean to sneak in, but that was exactly what he did.

It was late in the evening. You were out with your friends; you weren’t going to be home for at least another two hours, Bucky knew that by heart by now. After you came home from work and got ready for your night out hastily, you left your window ─yes, that window─ open and Bucky had been watching your curtains move gently for some time now. He wanted to know more about you, wanted to know a bit more personal things; your open window was calling to him softly.

Bucky didn’t mean to sneak into your apartment, but that was exactly what he did.

He looked around after slipping under the half-open window. He had seen your bedroom multiple times when you left your curtains open. The walls were a soft peachy color with posters of various bands on it. Your bed was right in front of the window; it was a classic one with gold colored metal headboard, a queen sized bed placed onto it and covered it with simple, white bedding. You had a lot of pillows, Bucky noticed, and a couple of stuffed animals adorning your dresser. He smiled.

Feet padding in the room quietly, Bucky walked inside of the apartment. Your living room was nicely decorated and had cozy vibes. Also white living room set had matched with light wood kitchen table and chair set; a soft, cream colored carpet was stroking Bucky’s sock-clad feet. You also had very thick knitted blanket on your largest couch. Bucky could so easily imagine you sitting on that couch, under that warm and soft looking blanket and dozing on and off while watching a movie.

Maybe he would be in the picture one day. Maybe he would be there to play with your hair, have you cuddle against him while both of you were under the blanket.

“One day,” he whispered to himself as he made his way towards the room with a closed door. He opened it slowly. It was mostly a library, but you must have been using it as an office, too. You had two huge bookshelves that were embedded into the both sides of the wall and a large desk in between with a very nice reading armchair. You had several plants in the room, too, and that made Bucky smile one more time.

As he made his way back to your bedroom, Bucky heard a soft ‘meow’ and realized that there was an orange, chunky cat.

“Oh,” he chuckled, surprised. “Hello there, sweetie.” Kneeling, Bucky extended his hand to the cat to smell it and then scratched her chin. The cat let out a playful ‘mrr’ sound and rolled onto her back, showing her belly to Bucky, asking him to rub it. Laughing happily, Bucky rubbed her belly, sometimes giving a couple scratches to under her chin and between her ears. “You’re one beautiful and cute fat cat,” he murmured lovingly. The cat mrr-ed at him, making him chuckle once again.

He petted her for a couple more minutes, getting the cat purr and meow at him. Then, he stood where he was crouched down and made his way back to your bedroom. Bucky lay on your bed. It was soft and your duvet was thick; it felt like someone was hugging him. He hummed, satisfied. Just as he was imagining how it would be laying on this bed with you, naked, he heard the key jiggling and door opening with a force. Bucky quickly got off the bed and, knowing that he couldn’t make it on time, he hid into your closet.

You marched in with a huge blond on tow.

Your coat was off, and you were taking off your dress as the guy devoured you with his lips. He was also shedding his own clothes; ditching his jacket on the ground, taking his shirt off when you pulled back for a brief oxygen break… Then, it was your fingers reaching for his belt, pulling it off and letting it fall on the ground with a loud ‘thunk’.

“You’re magnificent, my God,” the guy rumbled with a hoarse voice. Bucky watched you shudder and looking up at him with lust swimming in your eyes. The guy grabbed you by your waist and threw you on the bed, causing you to gasp and bounce on the soft duvet a couple times. Bucky’s breathing was getting quicker as he watched you.

“Oh, fuck, Thor─” You moaned, but Thor cut it off by planting his lips onto yours. His hips were cradled by your beautiful legs, he rolled them against you. You whimpered into his mouth.

Bucky exhaled through his nose, refusing to press his palm against his bulge for some friction and maybe some relief. Seeing you naked except your heels right in front of him, onto the bed he was just laying on, and hearing your moans up close… Bucky was in a dream where you were torturing him so sweetly.

“You’re so beautiful,” Thor whispered. “Mm, you can get louder, can you not?” He rolled his hips against your wet core and you moaned loudly, just like wanted you to. Thor smirked while Bucky whimpered, feeling his cock throb. “Yes, you can,” he mumbled and kissed the valley between your breasts.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky closed his eyes for a second. The situation he was in was bad enough; he really did not need a boner to go with it, but he could see the tent his bulge was creating in his sweats. He cursed himself, as silent as he could be, and opened his eyes.

The scene before him almost made him moan loudly.

Thor was on his by the edge of your bed; his blond hair covered head was buried between your legs and Bucky could tell by the way you fucking scream and moan that he was going to town on your pussy.

Oh, how much Bucky wished to be this Thor guy…

“Oh! Thor! Thor, fuck─” You threw your head back and fisted the sheets. Your eyes were closed and your face was covered with this blissful look. Bucky swallowed a whine. Hearing Thor slurping, his eyes moved to him. Thor pulled back to play with you with his fingers, giving Bucky a sight of your dripping core.

“Fuck,” Bucky whispered to himself and pulled his sweats down to his thighs. He didn’t want to think about the consequences if he were to caught, but he was so having this little thing for himself and his selfish wishes.

You choked on a moan when Thor slipped two of his thick fingers into your wet pussy. “You’re so wet, little one,” he rumbled a groan out. “So tight, too. I can tell that you’re going to feel amazing, bouncing on my cock.”

“Yes! I want that!” You whimpered. Thor’s thick fingers were moving inside of you smoothly, stimulating your already wet core even more. “Please, fuck, Thor, please!” Thor shushed you sweetly by rubbing your thighs and peppering kisses on the available skin in front of him. He took his jeans off.

He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Oh, shit,” Bucky gasped silently as he saw Thor’s cock. He heard a similar sound coming from you, too.

Thor was hung like a fucking horse. He was long and thick, and holy shit, he was mouthwatering.

“Holy shit,” you breathed. Biting your lip as you whimper, you widened the stance of your legs; your eyes focused on Thor’s cock. Thor chuckled darkly. He located his pants and pulled his wallet out, fishing a condom from it.

“You want to ride it, little one? Or you want me to take over?” Thor asked sweetly. Bucky knew that he was about to fuck your brains out of the open window. You whined as you tried to decide. Both options sounded great and it was hard to decide; Bucky knew the feeling.

“Ride you,” you breathed. “Headboard, please.” Thor smiled and leaned in to steal a kiss. You gave him that, preening under the feeling of his huge body covering yours.

Then, Thor rolled over and leaned against the metal headboard like you requested. You quickly climbed on his lap, settling on his groin. Both of you moaned when your bare sexes touched each other while Bucky squeezed the base of his cock to stop himself from coming before the real show started. You rose to your knees, grabbed Thor’s cock and lined it up.

“Shit,” Bucky breathed. He never wanted to be someone else as badly as he wanted at that moment. “Fuck.” His hands were trembling as he held his own cock and balls, squeezing them as tight as he could; almost mimicking how you might feel around him.

You slowly sank down on the huge cock that was splitting you open. Thor groaned deep in his chest while you whimpered. You were going slow, being careful, and Bucky was losing his damn mind as his eyes focused on the way of Thor’s cock getting swallowed by your wet pussy.

“Oh, fuck, Thor, you feel so good,” you moaned. Thor just hummed. His large hands were holding your hips; sometimes they would move down to your thighs or sometimes they would squeeze your breasts. Right now, there were on your hips and holding you tight and close to him as you panted through the feeling of his cock inside of you.

Bucky moved his hand on his member, feeling the veins bulging and tender flesh throbbing in his palm. The sight he had a chance to see was so perfect, Bucky knew that no can kind porn could compete with it.

After a minute of cooling down and adjusting on your part, you started to move. Whenever your wet pussy moved onto Thor’s thick cock, a wet sound echoed in the room. Your already sweat-slicked skin was also making an obscene sound; driving you insane and encouraging you to ride Thor faster.

“You’re so good,” Thor groaned. “Taking me so well, mmm.” One of his hands found your breast and he squeezed the soft flesh. His fingers were playing with your nipple when you felt him thrusting up like he just couldn’t hold himself back.

“Yeah,” you moaned when he thrusted up again. “Yeah, yeah, do it!” Gripping the headboard tightly, you felt Thor bending his knees and placing his hand on your breast back on your hips. You bounced up and down for a couple more times before Thor took over.

Every single of his thrusts were lighting up some place in your body, making you see starts and fireworks in front of your eyes and causing your thighs to tremble. His cock head was repeatedly hitting or grazing over your sweet spot. The only way you were able to thank him was to scream his name while he played your body like an instrument.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck─” Bucky whispered to himself as his hand flied over his cock, jacking it in a light speed. He could see how Thor drove his cock into you with every thrust, could hear the sounds your wet pussy always let out, and fuck him, you sounded so fucking good. Letting out a ragged breath, Bucky slowed down. As much as he’d love to jack himself fast and reach his orgasm quickly, it made too much noise.

“Mmhhm, Thor, there!” Your whimper cut through the haze of Bucky’s mind, pulling him back to the scene before him. Your screams and moans and whimper got louder as Thor himself started to grunt more and more. Bucky could see them getting close to their own edge; their sweat-slicked bodies were glowing under the soft light of the street, their breaths were coming out harsher and their movements have become desperate.

For a while, it was only harsh breaths and skin slapping skin sounds mixing each other; moans and grunts were echoing in the room, Bucky thought he could taste the sex in the air if he tried.

“Where do you want me to come, little one?” Thor asked you, his voice was rough, a roar under it made you shiver. “Hm? On your face? On your ass? In your cunt?”

“Oh, shit,” whispered Bucky as he felt his balls tighten and his cock jerk wildly in his palm.

Whimpering, you held onto the headboard tighter. “On my face. Mm, please, come on my face,” you moaned. Thor grunted. His thrusts picked the pace like it was fucking possible and soon, you were gasping your release. Bucky gasped, too, cursing himself at the same time, he came on his hand. Your bliss covered face had imprinted on his mind now, and he knew he would be pulling that look out whenever he was going to jerk off.

Growling, Thor threw you off of him and laid you on your back, almost ripping the condom off his cock. His large hand flied over the hard flesh. Bucky could see how red the man’s neck and chest were, how the veins on his arms were bulging and how his cock was jerking in his hand; almost purple with how close he was to his orgasm.

You spread your legs, arching your back; you opened your moaned and stuck your tongue out, practically begging him to come on your face. Thor roared, and his cock started to spurt thick, white roped right onto your face.

Bucky watched his come land on your eyelashes, your lips and some in your mouth. Bucky whined very silently. His spent cock was twitching weakly, knowing that if it could, it would get hard again at the sight of your face covered in come, but he wasn’t young anymore.

“That’s a good little girl,” Thor rasped. His thumb collecting the come on your face, he pushed them into your mouth. You closed your mouth around his thumb when he did it, sucking it clean and humming appreciatively through it. “Fuck, little one, you’re so amazing,” Thor whispered. You laughed breathily. Bucky could see you shying away now that the scene was over.

“Glad you like it,” you murmured, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. Thor smiled. His hands were quick to place themselves onto your thighs, he pulled you closer to his chest.

“Can we shower together?” He asked. “I have to go back after that, but I would love to reunite for something like this again.” You hummed as you grabbed onto his shoulders.

“Sure, bathroom is there,” you said, pointing the door right next to where Bucky was hiding. “Also, yeah, please. I would love to reunite some time, too.” Thor smiled toothily at you and got off the bed with you in his arms, wrapped around his huge body like a koala.

“Alright,” Thor said and walked into the bathroom. “You start the water, I’ll be right back.” Agreeing silently, Bucky heard you starting the water and taking off your heels, having heard the soft clinking sound they made when you threw them on the tiled floor. Thor walked into his sight again. He was gloriously naked, and it seemed like he didn’t care about the open window or the curtain. Bucky’s steel blue eyes watched him grabbing his phone and tapping onto it, only to leave it on the bedside drawer. Before he stepped into the bathroom, he stood in front of your closet, where Bucky was hiding still.

“Hope you enjoy the show, mate,” Thor said to Bucky and winked, smiling yet again. Freezing on his spot, Bucky vaguely heard him joining you in the bathroom; the door was closed silently behind him. His heart in his mouth, Bucky quietly got out of your closet, wiping his hand on his sweats, he quickly jumped back in his apartment.

Thor knew he was there, watching them.

Thor knew he was there.

“God, fuck me,” Bucky whispered.

Fuck him for finding it hot and getting turned on by that.

Fuck him for wanting you to be his, wanting you to be to get you to moan, whimper and scream the way Thor did.

Oh, fuck him for knowing that he was going to make you his sooner or later.

He was going to make you his and his only, and the day he was going to that was right around the corner.

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witcher-and-his-bard-archive · 3 years

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Calling For You

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier Warning(s): smut Rating: explicit

Summary: Jaskier accidentally says Geralt's name whilst in bed with someone else. He thinks his night is ruined until he returns to his own room to discover that Geralt heard him.

We’re just jumping right into the smut with this one, so the whole fic is under tthe cut just to be safe <3

"Oh, Geralt-"

Jaskier freezes as soon as the words are out of his mouth, as does the man above him. Jaskier's hands are on his thighs, his fingers digging into his flesh and he only tenses further as his partner shifts. The worst part is, Jaskier doesn't know his name, doesn't even have a good reason for blurting out someone else's name because he didn't have the correct one to start with. So he can hardly blame the guy when he scrambles up and off the bed.

"What the fuck?" the guy asks, tugging a blanket from under Jaskier's body. Jaskier opens his mouth and closes it again, for once at a loss for words.

Because what is he supposed to say? that he was imagining someone else riding him? that he would rather be next door with the big, grouchy Witcher he rolled in with?

"Fuck, sorry-" he manages but evidently, it's too much for the guy to get over. Jaskier can't even really blame him.

"Just... go. I'm sure you'd rather be somewhere else anyway."

Silently, Jaskier climbs off the bed and tugs his trousers back on, not bothering with the rest of his clothes. He scoops them up from the floor and mumbles another apology as he slips backward out into the corridor.

He leans against the railing, looking down over the open bar area. There are only a few stragglers left, the rest of them having turned in for the evening, and Jaskier contemplates joining them, seeing if he can convince one of them to join him for the evening. But realistically, he's already fucked up once tonight, he doesn't need to risk a second misstep.

So, reluctantly, he turns back toward his own room, hesitating before pushing the door open. Geralt is still awake, lying in bed, and when the door opens, he turns to Jaskier.

"You're back early. Wasn't expecting you until the morning."

"Mm," Jaskier hums. He lays his clothes out, tugging his trousers off before realizing he isn't wearing anything under them. Whatever. It isn't the first time they've slept naked together, he'll survive so long as he doesn't say any other stupid things tonight.

He crosses the room in silence, shoving Geralt over to climb into bed with him. Just as he's shutting his eyes, Geralt opens his mouth.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you back so early? I was rather enjoying the silence." Geralt's lips twitch up at the corner and Jaskier resists the urge to thwack him.

"I seem to have offended my partner for the night," Jaskier mutters, rolling away from Geralt and tugging the blankets up over his shoulders.

"Didn't like being called someone else's name?" Geralt asks nonchalantly.

Jaskier chokes on air.

"What?" he splutters, rolling onto his back.

"I heard you," Geralt admits and Jaskier just stares up at him as Geralt leans up on his elbow.

"What? Do you always hear me? How long were you listening for? did you-" fuck, this is terrible.

"Jaskier?" Geralt asks, completely ignoring the fact that Jaskier is currently having a meltdown mere inches away from him. "Why were you thinking about me when you were fucking another man?"

He's at a loss for words. Funny how Geralt is the only one who does this to him. Funny and unbearably frustrating.

"Geralt-" he starts, but he chokes on his own words and Geralt slips closer.

"Would you rather it was me?" he purrs, still altogether too unfazed to be really fair. "You'd rather it was my hands on you? My body pressed up against you, pushing inside you-" Jaskier squeezes his eyes shut, biting hard on his lower lip because this is truly unfair considering he never got to come.

The shame and embarrassment had dampened his arousal well enough, but his cock picks up quickly at Geralt's suggestions, straining against the fabric of his shorts. He wants to say yes because at this point there's no denying it - there really isn't any other reason for calling out another man's name during sex - but he can't make his voice work.

Hot breath dusts at the back of his neck and Jaskier shudders. He wants Geralt badly enough on a regular basis, but tonight his skin burns for it and he wants to rock back against him, wants to pull Geralt's cock out and just slide back onto him. He's already prepped, already slick and ready for him and his body has caught up to how close he was to coming before he was thrown out of bed.

His hips give a little twitch and Geralt's hand reaches out to steady him, pressing firmly and sliding down his thigh.

"You're practically vibrating," her hums, "and I can smell it on you, how fucking badly you need it." Jaskier whimpers but somehow manages not to shove his hips back. "Is it a fantasy?" Geralt asks, "or do you really want me?"

Jaskier doesn't answer, so Geralt prompts again, nosing at the back of his neck.

"If you want me, I'd be more than happy to help you out, but you have to tell me, Jaskier. I'm not going to fuck you because you get off thinking about someone else during sex."

"Please," is all he can manage but Geralt just hums at him. He leans in, pressing his lips to the back of his neck and when he shuffles forward, Jaskier can feel how hard he is, the thick line of his cock pressing through his shorts between his cheeks.

"Tell me, Jask, what is it that you want?"

"You," he whines, "fuck Geralt, it's always you-" he bites down on his lip, but Geralrt's hand comes around, running his thumb along Jaskier's lip and pulling it free from his teeth.

"You can have me," he breathes and his hand slips down, following the line of Jaskier's chest to wrap around his cock.

Jaskier's head rolls back immediately and Geralt shifts so he's leaning up over him, bending to kiss him as his hand works over Jaskier's aching cock. He keeps his strokes steady as if working him up, but Jaskier needs more, needs it quicker, harder. He's already been on edge for so long now, he just wants to come.

But Geralt plays with him, rubbing his thumb under the head and grinding up against his ass without giving him any room to move with him. He keeps him steady, pinned against his body, and Jaskier is overwhelmed in a matter of minutes, whining against Geralt's mouth and desperately trying to fuck against his hand. And just as he finally rocks forward, Geralt pulls off of him.

He tugs his shorts down, kicking them off before grabbing Jaskier's hip again. Geralt's cock is hot and hard where it slips between Jaskier's cheeks and he's wild with it. Jaskier rocks back quickly, rubbing himself against Geralt's cock and Geralt settles back against the bed, fingers trailing up Jaskier's thigh.

"Fuck yourself on it," he whispers and Jaskier nearly comes right there.

He rolls his hips back, letting Geralt's cockhead catch on his rim, but after the third time, he gets impatient, reaching back to position him. Geralt groans as Jaskier sinks onto him, fingers sliding down and clenching around his thigh and Jaskier commits the sound to memory, basking in it.

He's too impatient to take his time and he doesn't need any prep, so he slides onto him all at once, barely stopping to settle before pulling himself up and sliding down again. He groans, head back so Geralt can nip at his neck, kissing over the little bite marks and sucking at his skin. And Jaskier is dizzy with it, with the realization that this is Geralt wrapped around him and that he's allowed to have him this way.

Jaskier rocks himself back, hips too slow to keep up with the need burning through him and when Geralt's cock hits that spot inside him, he cries out, shoving back hard. He holds himself there, rutting onto him so Geralt stays pressed up against that spot and he whimpers as Geralt's hand slips down between his thighs, still gripping him firmly.

He wants that hand on his cock, wants Geralt to stroke and squeeze him, to play with his balls and press against his hole. He wants him to feel where he's pressed into him, to rub the stretched muscle and feel how he fills him so entirely. But Geralt seems uninterested in any of that, though his hips jerk abortively with every roll of Jaskier's.

"Want you to come on my cock," he breathes, nosing against Jaskier's shoulder. "I'll suck you off or jerk you off after if you want, but I want to see you come on my cock. Think you can?"

"Fuck," Jaskier groans, "gods, Geralt you can't just throw that out there like that. Yeah," he huffs, "yeah, I can come on your cock." Even saying it out loud has him twitching and he leans back against Geralt's chest, grinding back a little more firmly.

"Yeah," Geralt whispers, "fuck, like that." Jaskier's not going to last long like this, and when Geralt gets his leg over his, rocking forward to meet him, he just whimpers.

"Geralt," he huffs, "Geralt, fuck I can't- I'm gonna come, please- fuck-"

Geralt's hand finds his hip, pulling him back hard and Jaskier tenses up against him, groaning loudly as he spills between the sheets, cock twitching as Geralt presses up against his prostate. He squirms through it, so overwhelmed he feels like he's crawling out of his own skin and Geralt coaxes him through it, kissing his neck and shoulders and brushing gentle fingers over his skin.

It feels like an eternity before Jaskier's calm enough to breathe properly again and he turns his head, opening his eyes to find Geralt leaning over him. He dips down as soon as Jaskier sees him, catching his mouth in a heated kiss and shifting around him to slip out and roll Jaskier onto his back.

Geralt pushes the blankets off them and climbs over him, kneeling between Jaskier's legs and dropping onto his elbows. He pulls his legs up, hooking them over his shoulders and presses light kisses to the inside of Jaskier's thighs. Jaskier squirms but Geralt doesn't let up, his kisses getting firmer, interspersed with soft nips until he reaches his hips.

Geralt glances up, meeting Jaskier's eyes before licking a stripe up the length of his softening cock. Jaskier whines, trying to press into the touch and simultaneously pull away from it because he's only just come and his body hasn't had time to settle. But Geralt does it again, this time sliding his lips around the head of his cock and suckling gently. He runs his tongue over the tip, pressing at the slit and then sliding a little lower, so the whole head of Jaskier's cock is in his mouth.

He sucks more firmly now, sliding over him a little and pressing against the underside. His tongue rubs against him, swirls around him, and Jaskier can already feel himself growing hard again under Geralt's attention. The sensitivity slowly fades and soon Geralt's taking him all the way down and Jaskier writhes under him, begging for more.

He slips his fingers into Geralt's hair, fascinated with the way he moans when Jaskier tugs and he makes a point of repeating it every time Geralt does something that feels exceptionally good. And before long he's panting again, hips jumping up to meet Geralt's moth as he slides over him and then, just as he feels like he can't hold on any longer, like he's about to burst, Geralt pulls off.

Jaskier groans at the loss, hips rising off the bed to chase the heat of his mouth, but Geralt presses him down again with one firm hand. When Jaskier looks up at him, he's a mess and his cock twitches at the sight. Geralt's eyes are dark, his lips slick and swollen, and between his legs his cock hangs hard and heavy, dripping with precome and too enticing for his own good.

"Fuck me," Jaskier breathes, reaching up to run a hand down Geralt's chest. "Wanna come again, wanna make you come."

Geralt doesn't need any more encouragement than that and he moves forward, shifting onto his knees and pulling Jaskier's body toward him. He gives himself a couple of strokes before pressing back between Jaskier's cheeks and sliding in.

He sinks deep before moving, starting with shallow thrusts, barely pulling out at all until Jaskier's breathless under him, arching off the bed and clenching his hands into the sheets.

"Please, Geralt, fuck," he groans, "I'm gonna come."

Geralt buries himself deep, rocking into him and breathing hard against his chest. He kisses a line down his chest then wraps his lips around a nipple and Jaskier shuts his eyes, groaning as his body shudders under the pleasure of it. With Geralt's mouth on him, he feels like he's going to fall apart at the seams, but he doesn't know if he can come untouched again and he aches for it.

But Geralt shifts, resting on one elbow as he brings in his other arm to wrap a hand around Jaskier's neglected cock. He strokes him firmly but quickly, keeping time with his own thrusts until Jaskier can't hold it together any longer and he comes, spilling all over his chest and Geralt's hand.

Geralt doesn't stop, bringing himself closer and fucking him in long, hard thrusts that have Jaskier gasping every time. He presses his head to his chest and Jaskier brings his hands up, running them through his hair and tugging gently until Geralt stiffens and stills, buried deep inside him.

He stays like that, still buried in him as he stretches up to kiss him again. All the heat and urgency is gone and Geralt's mouth is soft against his, his tongue gently pressing against his lips to deepen the kiss. Jaskier gets his arms around his chest, hauling him up on top of him. He's too tired to worry about the mess and Geralt doesn't seem to mind anyway, so he just slips his arms around him and kisses him.

Geralt pulls away from his mouth, nuzzling against his neck and pressing soft kisses to whichever bit of him he can reach.

"If it was me you wanted, why did you always go fuck everyone else?"

"Didn't want to fuck this up," Jaskier mumbles, feeling rather bare. Geralt's arm tightens around his hip, pulling him in closer.

"You couldn't," he hums, "I'd be more than happy to have you in my bed any night of the week. And it's not going to change anything." Jaskier tries not to let his disappointment show, but the sound of agreement he makes comes out sad and Geralt huffs a soft laugh, pressing in to kiss the back of his neck. "Well, it might change some things."

#geraskier #spicy #rex writes

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lepusrufus · 3 years

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Wrong victim

Pure comedic self indulgence because we all need a funny break before shit starts to really go down in To bargain for immortality. Set quite a few years after the game events, around 2025, and is pure ridiculousness so enjoy.

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Her response to being unceremoniously shoved in the back seat of a car that looked like it's seen far better days was merely an annoyed grunt. It turned into an eye roll when the man that climbed in after her pulled everything out of her pockets.

"Wouldn't want you calling anyone," he said with a toothy grin while waving her phone in front of her.

"Trust me, that won't be necessary," she replied in a deadpan voice. It's not like she would call the police, she wanted them involved even less than her kidnappers probably did. As for other people she could reach out to, a phone call would be redundant really. "Do be careful with it, I'd hate to lose the photos of Daniela sleeping upside down."

After maybe ten minutes of driving down the barely illuminated outskirts of the city, and having her pockets emptied, dagger included, the burly man driving pulled up inside a parking lot. It was large and overgrown with weeds and vines reclaiming spaces that had been left without human activity for who knows how long. The lamp posts were nothing more than useless concrete pillars as they provided no illumination, resulting in her pitiful captors having to use flashlights as they made their way into the dilapidated factory.

Nicole sneered at the sight of collapsed walls and rusty metal walkways, reminding her of the one particular Lord she couldn't stand the sight of. She decided a distraction was needed from unpleasant memories.

"Abandoned factory?" She whistled. "How many cliche movies have you guys watched?"

She let out a chuckle when the man that had previously taken her phone shoved her ahead. Hopefully they wouldn't tape her mouth shut, there was so much fun to be had by mockery alone.

It didn't take long before all three of them entered a dimly lit room, numerous candles placed all around, either on desks or candle supports nailed to the walls. The three more people inside were wearing long black robes and white masks covering their faces. Nicole had to laugh.

"Oh so you're that kinda crazy."

"Shut the fuck up and stay put," the man holding her hands behind her back said while pushing her into a chair.

He then moved to a table and Nicole couldn't help but scowl at how unceremoniously her beloved dagger had been thrown on the wooden surface. Afterwards, he put on a mask not unlike the others, except with red streaks going down from the eye holes, and started to prepare something in the middle of the room. The others joined in on the task, all but the one man that had been put in charge of making sure Nicole stayed put. Because of course she could easily escape five people much bigger than her at any given moment.

She decided to take a look around, at the various dusty books opened on pages she couldn't quite make out from where she was sitting. A few pages were laying around, either with diagrams or with scribbled notes. Had she really stumbled upon a cult? She couldn't wait to have a laugh about it with her family.

"So," she started, craning her neck a little so she could see her captor's face. "Who you gonna sacrifice me to huh? I wanna know before you slice up my throat or whatever you're planning on."

A confused and suspicious look was thrown her way, surely due to the complete nonchalance she spoke with about what would surely be her untimely death. "The… the devil," was his unsure reply.

Nicole let out a small laugh. "Oh trust me, you do not want to meet her. Though devil is not quite the word," she continued despite a few other pairs of eyes landing on her. "Maybe a pissy fungal overlord with an unhealthy obsession for crows. Yes that's more like it," she finished with another chuckle.

The man with a slightly different mask, who seemed to be their self appointed leader, got up from where he was nailing something to the floor and walked up to her in a few long strides. His eyes were barely visible, but anger was clearly distinguishable.

He pulled out a knife, old, rusty and with a black worn out handle so typical of a kitchen utensil, and so incredibly ugly compared to the beautifully ornate daggers that decorated her home. She had to laugh when the dull blade got pressed to her throat.

"Will you shut up for one minute?!" He raised his voice slightly, as much as someone who was doing something they didn't wish to be caught doing would dare to. It didn't deter her though.

"Oh sweetie this is just what foreplay looks to me," she started with a grin that made her wish she had fangs like the better part of her relatives. "But please do me a favor and stay quiet, there's no fun in hunting if my darling finds you within five seconds due to you screeching like a broken squeaky toy."

The man blinked for a few seconds, taken aback both by the words and by the apparent passivity towards having a knife at her throat. He stayed like that until one person that was working with some ropes behind interjected.

"Of all the people you could've taken, how did you find this unhinged bitch?!"

"I'll take that as a compliment," Nicole said, bending slightly to the side so the person that had spoken up would have a clear view of her sickly sweet smile.

After that exchange, her captors seemed happy to move things along quicker, working in silence and begrudgingly ignoring any remarks she would throw their way, including an observation on the downright dreadful quality of the rope they had. Quality that she regrettably got to experience when her wrist and ankles got tied to the nails in the floor, having her lay down in a starfish position. It kind of reminded her of sprawling on the bed she shared with Cassandra simply to annoy the brunette.

After loudly reciting something in latin, the leader bent down, same rusty knife in hand, and tipped her chin upwards to expose the neck. She did let out a wince when the blade sunk deep in her flesh and got dragged downward, towards her chest, leaving behind a choking sensation and the taste of copper in her mouth. The knife however only made it to the base of her neck, before the sound of metal crashing caught everyone's attention.

"What the fuck," the man whispered, thankfully pulling the blade out so her skin had the time to begin stitching itself back together. She still had to turn her head around and spit some blood that made its way into her mouth.

Before anyone else had a chance to speak up, the door was kicked open, one of the rusty hinges breaking completely, to reveal a rather angry Cassandra with her sickle in hand, ready for bloodshed.

There were a few seconds of stunned silence before the blade was unceremoniously thrown into the first person's skull, spinning through the air for only a few meters before getting embedded into the bone with a sloshing sound. Anyone else trying to escape through the one door was met with a similar fate. One person had their knees kicked inwards before a knife held at the same belt as the sickle came down to slash their throat. Another had their head smashed to bits against the nearest wall in the blink of an eye. And last, the burly man that had driven and kept an eye on Nicole, had his heart ripped through the bottom of his ribcage when Cassandra shoved him against one of the tables, scattering the books and papers that were by then stained crimson.

The remaining man, the leader, got grabbed by the shoulders and forcefully shoved into the same chair she had been sitting in not too long ago.

"Stay put and I'll let you live," Cassandra spoke, all the cruelty polished over decades upon decades of sporting the title of the family's most sadistic coming through those few words.

He gulped and nodded, eyes glossed over by the pure human terror now so unfamiliar to both of them.

She then turned around, expression softening like a switch had been turned behind golden eyes. "Nicole," she started, barely an edge of concern and irritation at the sight of her wife's bloody skin.

"Hi babe." The self satisfied grin almost had the brunette chuckling while she retrieved her sickle and Nicole's things.

The weapon was used to cut her free, a grimace pulling the corners of her black lips downward at the same quality observation her wife had priorly made, no doubt. A hand was offered to Nicole to pull herself up, while the other presented the familiar dagger that was gifted to her so many years ago.

"Will you do the honors love," Cassandra asked, with that beautifully sadistic smile.

"Of course," came Nicole's reply as her hand wrapped around the leather covered handle.

With some of the wretched ropes gathered from the ground, Cassandra made quick work of the man's hands and legs, securely tied to the chair and voice frantic.

"You said you would let me live!"

Cassandra laughed, a low ominous sound, while grabbing the mask and throwing it on the floor. She did love to see the terror in her victims' faces after all.

"Unfortunately my wife made no such promises," she finished with a forceful pull of hair that kept his head in one place as she moved to the back of the chair.

Nicole approached with the dagger already out of its holster and tapped the blade's point against her lips in thought for a few moments. She could simply slice his throat and be done with it, or stab him and leave him to bleed out, choking on his own blood. A hum made its way past her lips. No, no that would not do.

She grabbed a fistful of the man's shirt, pulling it up almost to the neck. After a few mental measurements and approximations were made, the tip of the blade finally found its way into muscle, drawing thin trails of blood and pained screams. It took a good five minutes to carve all the intricate details she wanted to, the swirling patterns cutting cleanly through skin, courtesy of her wife keeping the blade sharp and in top condition.

After she was content with the level of detail, and screams subsided to pathetic sobs, she took a step back and, with a hum, looked at Cassandra for a reaction.

"Oh dearest," the brunette said, looking over the man's shoulder and down at the bloody cuts on his abdomen and chest, forming a crude yet not unfitting replica of the Dimitrescu crest.

At the adoration that made its way past the cruelty in her wife's eyes, Nicole smiled and gingerly took a hold of her unoccupied hand, bringing it close to her lips and leaving a small kiss and a barely visible blood imprint on each knuckle.

"I take it that you approve of my… design choice," she asked with another glance down at the jagged lines that formed their family's symbol.

"It's wonderful," Cassandra replied, fangs shimmering slightly in the low light, exposed from the proud smile that tugged at her lips.

A gorgeous smile, really, that made something swell inside Nicole's chest no matter how many times she saw it. Truth be told, her rendition of the crest was quite lacking, never having had the artistic skills to quite capture the intricate details that formed it. Nevertheless, if it brought a smile to her wife's lips, she was more than content with it. How unfortunate that it had to be ruined.

She let out a sigh, still holding Cassandra's hand. "Too bad those pigs at the BSAA would quite disapprove of us leaving such things behind. Oh well," she shrugged, bringing the hand she was holding over to the man's abdomen. "Better it be ruined at your hands."

The next second, claws dug deep into flesh, slicing the muscle and everything underneath all the way up to the throat. It left five deep gashes over the fine cuts of her dagger, but the satisfaction did not dwindle. On the contrary, when the gurgling sounds finally stopped and the body went limp, her smile was still there, turning into light laughter when Cassandra licked her fingers only to visibly cringe.

"Say what you will about the dungeons, but at least we feed our livestock well," she spat, taking out a napkin from a pocket and wiping her fingers clean. "But with that disgusting thing out of the way, let me help you with that," she continued, grimace morphing into a sly smile when her eyes landed on Nicole's still bloody neck.

She gave her no time to disagree, not that she would, before she pushed her backwards slightly into the edge of a table. Nicole wasted no time in lifting herself up on the wooden surface, bringing their faces just a tad closer to being on the same level.

Cassandra dipped her head down, lips leaving teasing feather-like kisses on her jaw before lowering even further so she could drag her tongue up the length of her neck. It made a shiver run down Nicole's spine, that turned into an impatient tug of her wife's hair when the motion was repeated again and again, until no traces of blood could be seen on her neck, save for the crimson stains that made their way to the hem of her shirt.

Their lips met in a hungry kiss, full of fangs and smeared lipstick and the taste of copper so familiar to the both of them, albeit for different reasons. When Nicole's hands went to the first buttons of Cassandra's blouse, their kiss was broken with a sly smirk.

"This is such a dreadful place for such things, don't you think," the brunette said, all too amused by her wife's exasperated sigh.

"You started it," Nicole complained, but before the words were fully out of her mouth, she was tugged off the table and on the way out, ready to get back home and have a laugh about the irony of her capture. They would have to pick up where they left off at a later time.

#cassandra dimitrescu x maiden #unhinged maiden™ my beloved #tw: gore #cassandra being cassantra and comin to save her wifey #don't take this as a clue to how the mutation sequel may turn out #fanfic

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 3 years

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Beautiful* // James March

request: none

prompts: none

warnings: language, insecurities, mentions of acne scars, stretch marks, and feeling overweight, knife play, cunnilingus, smut, bdsm, bondage, spanking, thigh riding, basically extremely kinky sex

a/n: i’ve been really insecure lately so i thought i would write this to try and cheer me up! also the insecurities mentioned in this are based on my own, so i’m sorry if you don’t relate to this!

It wasn’t as bad at first. You could handle your feelings. Hide them away under a mask and pretend that everything was okay. And this worked for a while. You didn’t face them, and in return, they didn’t hurt you.

But slowly your mask began to break.

James never stopped having his dinners with The Countess, even though you’ve been together for almost a year now. And although you knew James loved you, you couldn’t help but feel that he loved her more.

Then you started noticing things about yourself. Little insecurities, which seemed huge in your eyes. The acne scars that littered your face. The stretch marks on your thighs and waist. The way your stomach would pudge out a little more than normal. It started to get so unbearable, that you couldn’t even look in the mirror without wanting to cry.

And finally, James was becoming more distant. In the back of your mind you knew that it was because he was busy. But you couldn’t help but blame yourself. You weren’t good enough for him. You weren’t pretty enough for him. He didn’t love you anymore.

After dealing with these feelings for a while, the mask you hid behind finally broke. The final straw was when you saw James and The Countess together in the lobby. He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. You shouldn’t have thought it anymore than James being polite, but you couldn’t stop the sinking feeling you felt seeing them together.

You ran back into the elevator and went to the seventh floor. Once the doors opened you went straight to yours and James shared room, locking the door behind you. You pressed your weight against the door, and slowly slid down, curling up into a ball.

The tears started coming. You couldn’t stop them. Every single thing that made you insecure ran through your head. You didn’t have a mask anymore. Everything you were feeling was out in the open. And it was painful. Part of you wanted to die, but doing that here would be of little help.

Even though crying in a ball was slightly comforting, you were beginning to get a little uncomfortable. The floor isn’t exactly the best place to have a breakdown. So you pulled yourself up and went to the bathroom. You put your hands on the sink and braced yourself. Slowly, you looked up into the mirror.

The sight only made you feel worse. Your acne scars were still visible, but now your eyes were red and puffy. And there were dark purple bags beneath them. The makeup you spent an hour on earlier that day had melted away through your grief, leaving a black splotchy mess.

You grabbed a makeup wipe and quickly ran it across your face. You couldn’t bare to look up in the mirror once more, so you walked back into the room. You slipped your shoes off along with your dress, before searching for one of James’ button ups.

Even though he was partially to blame for your despair, his scent was still comforting to you. You sighed as you walked over to your bed, collapsing onto of the sheets. You grabbed a pillow and hugged it, trying to find some sort of comfort. It didn’t work, but you couldn’t bring yourself to let it go.

Then the door opened. James walked in the room, and headed over to you.

“Darling, what are you doing in bed? It’s the middle of the day.”

You couldn’t answer, since your crying had exhausted you. So you didn’t do anything. You just stayed in your postion, cuddling the pillow.

“Darling?” he asked once more as he walked in front of you.

He crouched down to meet your eyes, and his face fell when he saw you. You didn’t realize it, but you were still crying. He gasped slightly as he gently brushed your tears away.

“Dearest, what’s wrong? Please talk to me.”

Slowly you sat up, letting go of the pillow. You drew your legs into your chest and stared at the ground. James sat next to you and pulled you into a hug.

“Dearest?” he said softly, hoping to get you to speak.

“Do you really love me?” you said softly, too tired to talk any louder.

“Of course I do dearest. How could you think any differently?”

“I- I’m ugly. I have scars everywhere, and I’m no where near as beautiful as Elizabeth. And you obviously still love her, becuase you still have your dinners with her. And you never spend time with me anymore, and I don’t blame you. I’m ugly, and boring, and I don’t deserve you.”

James sat in silence as he though over what you said.

“Is that really how you feel? Becuase I can assure you I don’t love Elizabeth anymore. We only have those to discuss running the hotel. If it really brings you distress I shall stop them. And I’m sorry I’ve been distant, I’ve just been very busy with John. I’ll make more time for you, I promise.”

You took in his words, slowly nodding. But you noticing how he didn’t mention you saying you were ugly. Did he agree with you? Did he think you weren’t beautiful?

As he if read your mind, James spoke once more.

“As for you not feeling beautiful, I don’t know how to respond to that. I don’t think I can accurately put into words just how beautiful you are. So I guess I’ll just have to show you.”

You were about to ask him what he meant, but you didn’t get the chance because his lips were on yours. This kiss wasn’t like the others shared between you. Normally they were hungry, and lustful. But this one felt like pure passion and love.

James gently pushed you back so you were laying down. He climbed on top of you, and slowly trailed kisses down your neck, leaving marks behind.

“Darling you look absolutely ravishing when you wear my clothes,” he said as he slowly began to unbutton the shirt you were wearing.

“But it looks even better on the floor.”

You laughed slightly at him, but fell silent when he pulled out his knife. Your pussy instantly got wet as he smirked above you, before gently running his blade over your skin.

“Don’t move dearest.”

He pushed down slightly and cut your bra and panties off, throwing the scarps of fabric aside. You shivered slightly as the cool air hit your damp pussy. James sat back and admired you. His gaze looked as though he was starving, and you were his favorite meal.

“I promise you that by the end of this, you’re going to realize just how beautiful you are.”

You nodded at his words. You watched as he moved himself in between your legs. He was so close that you could feel his breath against your heat. James started to kiss your thighs, leaving love bites all over your stretch marks.

“How could you not love these? They’re beautiful!”

You moaned softly as he bit down on the flesh of your leg. He pressed a gentle kiss over the bite marks and then turned his attention to your aching core.

He licked a stripe up your slit, causing you to moan. You reached down and lightly tugged as his hair. He groaned against you, and you shivered at the vibrations.

James continued to devour your pussy, causing you to shake under his touch. You couldn’t stop the moans that left your mouth. His tongue worked its way between your folds, causing immense pleasure to wash over you.

“Fuck James. That feels so good,” you said breathlessly.

Then he moved to suck on your clit, replacing his mouth with his fingers. He thrust two of them inside of you, pressing them lightly against the spot that drove you wild. A loud moan left your mouth at the contact.

“Oh fuck, Mr. March,” you moaned out.

James growled at the name, biting your clit. You squealed slightly in between your moans. You could feel him smirk against you. Your impending orgasm was beginning to build up. You could feel yourself getting closer with every thrust of his fingers.

“Mr. March, I- I’m gonna cum.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, James pulled away. You whined as you met his eyes, pouting slightly.

“Why’d you stop?” you asked innocently.

“You have doubted my love for you. And therefore you must be punished,” he said staring down at you.

The look he gave you was enough to make you cum on the spot. But you held it back for fear of being punished more. So instead you nodded, feeling excitement build up as your mind wondered what was in store for you.

You didn’t have long to wonder though, because soon you were being pulled onto his lap. The rough material of his clothes brushing against your bare skin made you moan softly. You knew was about to happen, and the excitement within you was building.

“You know what happens to naughty little girls, don’t you?” James asked as he gently rubbed his hand against your bare ass.

You nodded and then felt a sharp sting on your behind.

“Use your words darling,” he said in a warning tone.

“Yes Mr. March,” you answered.

“I think you deserve ten, does that seem fitting to you?”

Even though he was asking you, your answer didn’t matter. He would do whatever he seemed fit. He loved playing with you, and your opinion was not going to stop him.

“Yes, Mr. March.”

“I want you to count for me. If you mess up, we start over. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mr. March,” you responded once more.

Then you felt his hand come down on your ass, hard. You moaned slightly and forced your mind to focus.

“One.”

James continued slapping you, and you continued counting. By the end you were a tearful mess. His handprints littered your ass, and James smiled as you winced under his touch.

“You’ve been so good for me little girl. I think you deserve a reward. Would you like to cum?”

“Yes Mr. March,” you choked out through your tears.

James picked you up once more and straddled you over his legs. The coarse material against your bare pussy made you moan. You looked up at James and melted under the hunger in his gaze.

“Ride my leg,” he commanded.

You instantly complied, putting your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. You began to move your hips back and forth against his leg. You couldn’t stop the moans that left your mouth. The way he was making you feel, was better than anything you’ve felt in a long time, and he wasn’t even doing anything to you.

“You look so beautiful like that darling. I just don’t see how you could ever doubt your beauty.”

You fell apart at his words, getting closer and closer to your edge.

“That’s it darling, cum for me.”

“Ohhh fuck, Mr. March,” you mumbled out as your orgasm washed over you.

You cling to James tightly as you rode out your high, a sense of euphoria hanging in the air. You sighed and collapsed your weight onto him. James gently wrapped his arms around you, and helped you lay down next to him.

When you heard his belt unbuckle, your head perked up as you looked over at him. James only smiled as he brought the belt over towards you. You knew what he wanted so you put your wrists against the headboard above you.

“Good girl,” he praised as he bound you to the bed.

You watched as James shed the rest of his clothing. You pussy already dripping once more. James felt your eyes on him and looked up to find you staring. He only smirked as he climbed on top of you.

“You’ve been so good for me darling. It’s only fitting that I give you what you want.”

In your post orgasmic bliss you couldn’t do much more than nod at his words. James reached between your legs and swiped a finger through your heat.

“You’re already soaked again. You must really want me.”

James lined his cock up with your pussy and pushed in, bottoming out completely. You let out a moan at the feeling, and winced only slightly due to overstimulation.

But he didn’t give you anytime to adjust. He began rapidly thrusting into you, looking deeply into your eyes. Your eyes met his and you could feel the love pouring out of them. You went to pull him closer to you, but couldn’t due to your restraints.

“I wanna touch you,” you begged as you tried to reach towards him.

“Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve it,” he said, teasing you.

You moaned once more as he began to thrust against your g-spot. One of his hands trailed down your body and began to rub circles onto your clit.

“Please. Please Mr. March, let me touch you. Please,” you said before another moan came out of your mouth.

Giving in to you, James undid the belt, and your hands instantly went to his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to get as close to him as you could.

Then you felt it once more. The knot building in your stomach. You were about to cum once more. Your moans increased as you neared your edge.

“James. I- I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me dearest. You deserve it.”

At his command, you let go, covering his cock in your juices. A few moments later, James grunted as he spilled his seed inside of you. He collapsed on top of you, before pulling out, and laying down next to you. You felt a mixture of yours and his cum drip down your legs, covering the inside of your thighs.

He went to get up to grab you a towel to clean up with, but you grabbed his wrist.

“Stay with me, please.”

“I’ll be back in just a moment darling. You’re going to be quite sticky if I don’t clean you up.”

You sleepily nodded and let go off him. James returned moments later, and wiped the cum off of your legs. He then tossed the towel aside and laid down next to you once more. You snuggled into him, breathing in his scent, and allowing yourself to relax.

“Darling, I truly am sorry for my absence as of late. I promise you I will make more time for you, no matter the cost. And I really hope you do realize just how beautiful you are.”

James was concerned when you didn’t answer, but immediately relaxed after he looked down. You were fast asleep in his arms. He pressed a gentle kiss to your head, and allowed himself to fall asleep next to you.

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duskamethyst · 3 years

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I NEED to talk about this cz I've been so FRUSTRATED😫😫 okay so nanami...has thick hands and THICC 🥵 FINGERS 🥵 I've been imagining about vintage chunky gold rings on nanami's thicc fingers and HIM SPANKING MY ASS 😭😭 AND LEAVING RING IMPRINTS 🥵🥵🥵 ON MY ASS 🥵🥵

and maybe also fingering? 👉🏻👈🏻

a/n: are you still frustrated? i hope u are. (happy birthday to nanami <3)

warnings: daddy kink, brat taming, spanking, orgasm denial, car sex but no sex

nanami never likes using his rings on you to solely teach you some manners. he only likes how they look on his hands and he wears them because you like how the gold adorns his thick fingers as well.

but now that you've really done it, he has to pull up his car to the side in some random empty street. he takes off his seatbelt quietly, not turning to even look back at you when you look at him confusingly.

he stares into the distance in front of him, hands on his thighs with a hard look on his face that tells you that you're in trouble. "get in the back."

you comply by hastily climbing up to the back and sit timidly on the leather seat of his car. nanami then opens the door and gets out of his car and gets back in to sit next to you. you scoot a bit to give him some space as he sits in the middle.

"hands on your back and get over my lap."

with some careful maneuvering, you squeeze to do as he said until you're nicely laid down on your tummy with your legs hanging awkwardly in the limited space.

lifting up your skirt, nanami gently caresses your skin, adoring the plushy meat but then a deep furrow appears between his brows when he's reminded of your questionable choice for not wearing anything underneath even while knowing that you're going out in public with him.

too bad he's going to make it hurt.

the gold rings on his fingers are cold from being exposed to the air conditioner, and they trail together with his stroke, causing you to squirm in anticipation while his other hand bounds your wrists to keep them together.

wasting no more time, nanami lands a harsh blow on your skin.

"count."

"one–"

"louder." another spank.

"two–!"

"two, what? did you really forget your manners?" nanami strikes again, watching as the flesh ripples.

"three– t-thank you, daddy–"

nanami hums in satisfaction and continues until the skin is warm under his palm. he would've felt bad about it if it wasn't because of how you're currently dripping down onto his pants.

"ken– d-daddy– it hurts." you whine, voice wavering after your seventh spank as your hands tremble underneath his grasp.

"i know it does, but you deserve this, don't you?" his hand rests on your ass, the gold alloys already turned warm.

"yes– ah– eight–!"

nanami cuts you off and continues his strikes until the both of you reach ten and your skin ultimately burns from the cruel attention. your breathing is ragged, ass sore while you wait in apprehension lest his big hand lands another slap.

instead, nanami takes you by surprise and plunges a finger inside your wet hole, causing your body to jerk in reflex.

"you're shaking and so fucking wet. does my bad girl enjoy getting spanked?"

"mhm– yeah, daddy. please–" your hips buck desperately to get his finger inside you deeper and you can feel the heavy ring biting your skin.

"then be a good girl if you want me to continue." his grip on your wrists tightens and his finger settles inside you without moving, a warning for you to stay still.

nanami slides in another digit, the two thick fingers stretch you so deliciously as you draw out a needy whimper.

observing your compliance, he begins to pump his fingers in and out, followed by obscene squelches as he slicks his fingers with your arousal.

you clench around the digits, trying to keep him within as your own fingers curl over the stimulation and unwind to reach for his wrist when he gets faster and harsher with his ministrations.

"ah– y-you're gonna make me cum–" you keen, shutting your eyes tight as you feel the coil in your stomach wrap incredibly tight the moment he drags the digits against the sensitive spot.

"yeah? gonna make a mess all over me?" he curls his fingers to put you on edge, ignoring how your feet accidentally knocks on the door.

"please, daddy– wanna cum!" your jaw falls slack as you pant breathlessly, sweat breaks out across your body despite the air conditioner still on.

and once nanami notices how you're quivering and the walls tighten up around his fingers, he quickly pulls his fingers out, ripping away your impending orgasm.

"kento!" your eyes snap open again as you turn to look at him in frustration. a smirk is already plastered on your lover's lips, feeling fulfilled from your expression alone.

he brings his fingers down to your face to let you see how they're coated with your slick and glistens around his gold rings.

"lick them clean and i'll think about whether you can cum inside my car right now or when we get back home."

#robin – writes. 🔮#nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami smut #jjk smut

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babbushka · 3 years

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3E or F6 from the smut prompt list with Supreme Leader Kylo for Sinday? ❤️

Anonymous said: Hi Zannah! For Sinday, can I request Supreme leader Kylo with his Empress and some Knights of Ren NSFW? Have a lovely weekend!! <333

(2.1k, NSFW: Exhibitionism, possessive behavior, big mean dom!Kylo Ren, manhandling, naked woman + clothed male, PIV, throne sex, come as lube, voyeurism [Kylo making the Knights sit back and watch him fuck you])

The mission was, by all accounts a failure. This didn’t happen often, certainly not since Kylo had cut the bastardly Snoke into two and assumed his rightful position on the throne. Failure was not an option, Kylo knew this. The Knights of Ren knew this. Now more than ever, the might of the First Order could not afford to fail…and yet.

Yet when the Knights return empty-handed after nearly six weeks being away, it would seem that Kylo was faced with having to punish them for their inadequacies, and so when the recount the struggles of their mission, Kylo is only paying half attention. Because the other half of his mind is reaching out, calling out, to you.

It doesn’t take long for you to join them in the throne room. Kylo atop his grand seat, in all his finery. You have eyes only for him as you enter, a great pleased smile on your face as your robes swish behind you. They’re nearly see-through, the robes. Sheer fabrics layered over one another to create a billowing draped effect formed to your shape perfectly – just sheer enough for anyone to see that you aren’t wearing anything underneath.

“You wanted to see me, darling?” Your voice is gentle, a soothing balm on Kylo’s bad temper. He hasn’t lashed out yet, still hasn’t decided if he will or not.

For this moment, Kylo pats his thigh, wanting you to be on top of him, wanting you to be as close as humanly possible. You go eagerly, climbing up the steps which elevate him off the floor of the room, your body molding to his as Kylo’s jaw clenches.

“The Knights are back.” He says, and you look over your shoulder, seemingly having missed them in your desire to be near your husband.

“Oh!” The happiness in your voice only makes Kylo’s bad mood darken, because he knows how much you like it when they have you as a reward for a job well done.

“They’ve failed us.” He tells you, and he can feel it in the moment when you realize, when disappointment washes through you. Kylo’s jaw clenches again – not only have the Knights failed him, but they have failed you too, and that is simply something he cannot abide by.

“Oh.” You tsk your tongue on the roof of your mouth, returning your attention to swiping slow heated licks of your tongue across Kylo’s cheek, hands fisting in his tunic as you whisper, “What will we do with them?”

Kylo can feel how horny you are, he could feel it from across the star destroyer. He knows the Knights can feel it too, standing in the straight line before you both. Kylo can feel the anxiety in their bones, the way they want to reach out and touch you. As you squirm and whine softly in Kylo’s ear, clutching at him and kissing at his warm skin, he cradles the back of your head and holds you tight.

“I think a better question is, what will we do without them?” Kylo murmurs, before guiding your mouth to his, opening it with his tongue and sloppily swallowing down the moan that you sigh out.

You kiss for a long while, until Kylo can feel the pulse of your cunt across his lap. Unable to resist you any longer, he begins pulling at the ties and buttons that hold your robes together, watching hungrily as the silks and sheer fabrics slip off your body, pooling onto the floor.

“If you touch yourself I’ll cut the limb off, understood?” Kylo speaks, addressing the Knights for the first time since they dared to return empty-handed, and one of them, Vicrul, dares to be bold again.

“Master this – ” He starts, but Kylo throws the Force his way, a harsh warning around Vicrul’s throat that has him silenced at once.

“Understood?” Kylo asks again, this time the flicker flare of redorangeyellow in his eyes, and the Knights straighten their backs in the wake of his power.

“Yes master.” They reply in unison, statuesque and obedient.

They don’t fool him, not Kylo, who can read their minds, who can hear the litany of thoughts linking between them all -- the overwhelming desire to indulge in pleasure. Kylo can’t help but think of something you once said to him a long long time ago, when he was not more than a Commander himself: only good Knights get to come.

“How do you want me, Supreme Leader?” You whisper, knowing they can hear.

Kylo debates that for a moment, eventually settling on turning your naked body around so that your back is no longer facing them. He’s still fully dressed of course, but in the shifting of it all, he manages to pull his cock out of his trousers. Understanding straight away, you grasp it and ease it right at your folds so that when you sink back down, his cock spears into you, the hard curve of it pushing at your cunt.

“Just like this, let them see what they’re missing, what they haven’t earned.” He tries to keep some level of composure, even if his hands are sweating inside his gloves.

You begin to move at once, a slow steady swivel of your hips, back and forth back and forth, lifting yourself up just enough to thrust back down onto him. Your knees rest on either side of his thick thighs, but Kylo isn’t so sure he wants you doing any of the work today. So instead, he gently guides you to recline against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder as your eyes flutter closed, your body stretched out and on display for them to see.

“Stars you’re soaking wet.” Kylo wraps his large gloved hands around your thighs and keeps them in place as he fucks up into you, sending the sticky sweet squelch of your cunt echoing around the room, “Been playing with this pretty pussy all day? Is that it?”

“Mmhmm – oh! I wanted to get fucked, wanted to be ready for you.” You moan, your nipples stiff as your breasts bounce with the growing force of his thrusts.

Where you had moved slowly, Kylo is not so patient, and he digs his fingers into your flesh to thrust up up up, hard and rough, punching out gasps and moans from you as his teeth sink into that shoulder of yours, a pleasurable pain.

“Your cock’s so big, yesyesyes! I want more, I want it harder.” You order, and he is happy to oblige, happy to give you what you want. He will always give you what you want, especially when the Knights can’t.

Kylo speeds himself up, holds you tighter, his cock pounding into you. It takes considerable effort from this position, but it’s worth it, he can do it and you want him to and so he will. From this spot on your shoulder, he can look down between your tits and see the beads of sweat that drip, the drool that’s spilling over your open mouth.

“I love your tits, squeezing them.” Kylo announces as he does just that, as he pinches your nipples hard between his fingers, tugs on them. The stimulation makes you whine, makes your knees try to pinch together even though they can’t. Kylo sucks marks onto your neck and shoulder, worries your earlobe between his teeth, “Be a good girl and spread your legs, let them see how wet you are for me.”

You hiccup out a moan as you force your legs wider, your pussy spread open, Kylo’s cock rammed deep inside of it. The Knights watch as he fucks you, they shift in their places, hands clenching and unclenching at their sides. Good, he thinks, let them grow jealous, be jealous of him that he has you, especially when you start crying out his name.

“Kylo! Kylo it’s – ohhhh yes! Right there!” Your eyes roll back into your head, and your toes begin to curl, your body shuddering and shaking.

“Are you going to come?” Kylo asks loudly as he finds your gspot, nudges the head of his cock against it over and over and over again, making your body wrestle in his grip, limbs jolting with electric pleasure.

“Yes, yes please Kylo let me? I want to come on your hard cock, please?” You beg, your lashes wet with tears as your chest heaves, all eyes on you. Knowing that they’re watching only makes you moan again, basking in their attention, in the attention coming from all around you.

Kylo smiles and presses a chaste kiss to the edge of your jaw, taking one of his hands away from your breast and instead letting the hot leather rub against your swollen, desperate clit, giving you what you want.

“I’m not going to stop, understand that? Even if you come I’m going to keep touching you like this.” He warns lowly, wanting to drag this out for as long as he possibly can. His fingers roll lazy circles around it, pressing down and rubbing up and down, petting your pussy, stroking your folds.

“Okay!! I want it, I want that, please let me come?” Your voice is breathy and high and Kylo nods, fucking against your gspot at the same time as he tweaks your clit, a sharp shout tearing out of your throat as you gush and gush on his cock.

“Mmmm, I love the way you squeeze my dick, precious.” Kylo smirks, feeling the way your cunt flutters and clenches in its orgasm, your hips and thighs moving moving moving like a wiggle worm, chasing after the feeling, fucking yourself through your own pleasure. Kylo kisses your tear-stained cheek and smiles, “Be loud, it’s okay, I want you to be loud for me.”

“Kylo!” You moan, as he holds up to his promise and continues to rub rub rub at your clit, even as the waves of heat and pleasure ripple spark snap up your spine, “Kylo please – please I – oh it’s good – fuck!”

“I know, you can take it, be good and take it.” Kylo’s voice is dark and dangerous, and there’s that flicker of something unspeakable in his eye again, one that is feeding off of the passion and lust and desire and love that you have for him.

“Ah, ah Ky-Kylo…!” You scream as your back arches, as your head thuds against the throne with the force of your body convulsing, his cock still fucking you, fingers still touching you, overwhelming you to the most delicious point.

“I’ve got you, I’m not done with you yet.” Kylo hums, a little shake of his head as he takes advantage of the limpness of your body as you revel in your orgasm.

Sitting up straight, Kylo uses the leverage of the throne to fuck up up up into you harder, fast and rough again, your come slicking him up and driving him faster, harder. Your body shakes and you can barely hang on, your head thrown back and eyes rolled into your skull, mouth dropped open just enough for Kylo to pull his fingers away from your clit and stuff them against your tongue instead.

He takes you like this for a long while, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you, the entire throne room a cacophony of your moans and his loud grunts. His thighs burn, he’s sweating inside his clothing, heat building up in the pit of his stomach.

Kylo doesn’t warn you when he comes, he only bites down on your shoulder hard enough to leave indents in the shape of his crooked crescent, and blows his load inside of you. Gulping down air, the both of you breathe in sync as come floods your cunt, overflowing, oozing out around his cock when he thrusts in a slower pace, trying to milk it for all he can. You’re blissed out of your fucking mind, a bad case of the giggles as you come down from your high, slumping against his chest.

“You did so well; look how full you are, so beautiful.” Kylo smiles, happy that you’re happy, his anger at the Knights all but evaporated as he kisses your cheek and whispers, “Love you.”

“Mmmhmm.” Is all you can manage back, but he knows that means you love him too.

With a final regard to his Knights, as he licks the sweat off of your throat, he can tell that they’ve learned their lesson. Each and every one of them is pent up, hard as a rock or dripping wet inside their own clothing, and so having decided he’s tormented them long enough, he turns his attention fully to being close with you, after a wave of his hand and a tired,

“Dismissed.”

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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semicolon, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: He knew you. You knew him. Or rather, you both had an idea of the other, only to find that perhaps you connected on a much more carnal, animalistic level. It only took a hotel bar, New Year’s Eve, and the words, “Nice tattoo.”

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; alludes to attempted suicide; intense smut (fem reader, BDSM themes, semi-public exposure, restraints, nipple play, tit slapping, m-receiving oral, pussy spanking, doggy); non-idol!AU; rich heir, dom!Yoongi x tattooed, sub!reader; shifts back and forth between Yoongi’s POV and your POV

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He was sure it was you.

You had tattoos now. A geometric lotus in your right inner forearm and a filled-in circle with a four-sided starburst around it on your inner left forearm. He observed you turning your head and there was a semicolon tattoo under your left ear. You moved your hair to cover it and nursed your rum and coke, alone. The tight black dress you were wearing was sinful at best. Closer to positively illegal with the way it clung to your breasts and squeezed them together. No one was approaching your table in this hotel bar. It was impossible to approach you when you looked that good.

You tapped at your phone, frowning.

He picked up his glass of whiskey and glided to you.

“Nice tattoo.”

You froze. Your eyes followed his finger, to your left forearm.

“It’s the symbol of the Sith Order,” you replied coolly.

“Star Wars?”

You lifted your head, raising an eyebrow. Beautiful makeup. Smokey eyes, red lips, your beauty marks visible. You hadn’t hidden them with foundation. He appreciated that.

“Yes.”

He set his glass on your table and slid into a chair. “Aren’t the Sith evil?”

You didn’t respond to that. Merely smiled at him, eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Do I know you?” you asked, tapping your nails on your glass. Matte black. Interesting.

To be honest, he wasn’t sure. You had attended to the same university. He could guess why you had the semicolon tattoo, because he had been in the hallway, witnessing the event when the ambulance took you to the hospital. He had been sleeping with a girl on your dorm floor.

Admittedly, not one of his proudest moments.

He cocked his chin to your right forearm. “And the lotus tattoo?”

You shrugged. “Just a recommendation from my tattoo artist.”

He took a slow, even sip of his whiskey. “Any more?”

You rested your chin on your fingers, placing your elbow on the table.

“You’d have to take me home to find out.”

Somehow, he did not think you were referring to your under-ear tattoo. He raised an eyebrow. “A woman like you, unclaimed? I can’t imagine why.”

You chuckled, lowering your hand to sip your rum and coke. “Perhaps it’s just personal preference.” You frowned, wincing, as if you remembered something unpleasant. “And perhaps it’s society who doesn’t like women who have their tattoos exposed.”

He thought about his fair skin. The many times he had thought about getting inked, but chickening out because he couldn’t think of committing to one specific image or words for that long. Perhaps he was fickle in that sense.

“Min Yoongi.”

He didn’t extend his hand, just stated his name. You paused, holding your glass over your cleavage, blocking it from his view. A moment of silence, a beat passing between your eyes. And then you gave him your name. Yes, it was you. The name had seen in the school newspaper the next day. The name that left the school, disappearing after the incident. He often wondered if you were okay. You seemed okay, looking at him with discerning eyes.

“You are the son of the owner of this hotel.”

Yoongi paused. He placed his glass on the table.

“Something like that.”

You raised a brow and placed your drink on your table. Expression pensive for a moment before you spoke again, tone light and playful.

“Well, perhaps you’ll be interested to know I just had a very unsatisfying one-night stand on the fifteenth floor, so I’ve come to drink the memory away.”

His lips curled into an entertained smile. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

You sighed and licked your teeth sharply. “On New Year’s Eve, too, no less.” You tapped your cheek with your index finger. “I suppose that means this year is off to a bad start.”

He looked at his Rolex watch. And then at you and your cleavage, breasts violently pushed together by your tight black dress. His eyes flickered back to yours. You were watching him carefully, aware of his traveling gaze. He smirked.

“There’s still time to remedy that.”

There was something about those eyes that haunted you.

You weren’t sure why, because you were quite sure you had never meant this man before. But maybe in a haze, in a dream? You tilted your head. Black hair, half-pushed back to reveal his forehead, dark eyes, pale skin. The kind of handsome that reminded you of midnights and moonlight, with a raspy voice to match. Expensive black suit with ironed lapels, black silk handkerchief in his breast pocket, patterned with the logo of a high-end fashion designer. Crisp white dress shirt, with a platinum tie clip on his slim black tie.

Well-dressed. Sophisticated. Dangerous.

You did not know Min Yoongi, but it felt like you knew him.

The entire time he was talking, you were watching his movements. For some reason, the heir to this hotel chain was speaking to you. You weren’t that special. That’s how you wanted it. The more anonymous you were, the less people questioned your actions. There’s no way Min Yoongi would know you. And why wasn’t he in the hotel club instead of this quieter, more low-profile hotel bar? Most people wanted to party on New Year’s Eve. The hotel was hosting a huge one at the moment.

You?

You just wanted a good fuck, honestly.

So when he offered, it surprised you. A lot of people would tell you that it was dangerous to have sex with a stranger. A rich man, no less.

But you were also the one with the Sith Order symbol tattooed to your arm.

Your lips curved to match his smirk.

“You got a room?”

He licked his lips.

“They’re all my rooms.”

It started the instant the two of you stepped into the elevator. Your long black fur coat was around your arms, shoulders exposed. No purse, because you had sewed pockets into the coat for your belongings. Less to lose this way. Yoongi had taken you to the back of the hotel, through dark hallways and shadows.

“Service elevator. Less people.”

You cocked your head as he pressed the up button, speaking again.

“Less paparazzi.”

You shrugged. “Someone has probably already caught you and posted it on Twitter.”

The elevator pinged and the doors slid open. You stepped inside and he shoved you into the wall, pressing his expensive suit into your body as the doors slid closed. Eyes on yours, hot breath in your face.

“No cameras,” he growled softly.

The numbers were climbing up, up.

Your tongue slid out as you tilted your head. You pressed it against his lower lip. His eyes were so dark they looked black in this lighting. So close to him that you were breathing in his exhale mixed with his pine-scented cologne.

“What are you waiting for?” you whispered. “Give me a taste of your power.”

Should you have provoked Min Yoongi? Maybe not, because his kiss sucked your breath away, his large hands coming up and holding you in place as he teased your lips, nipping at the thin skin, making you gasp into his mouth. He had you pressed into the metal wall of the elevator, one of his legs slipping between yours, thigh pressed into the hem of your short dress. Lips to lips, working you, teasing you with his tongue, not giving it to you.

He backed up a little, breathing down on you and your panting mouth.

“You bought this dress for someone else to take off, hm?” he purred, lips dark pink from kissing you.

“I brought it for the sole purpose of being taken off.” Your chest was heaving, ribcage constricted by the boning of your dress. “It’s not attached to a particular person.”

His hands slid down your head, trailing on your bare shoulders. Sliding into the fur, staring at your face the entire time. Drumming against the slinky fabric of your tight dress as if you were the grand piano and he was the pianist.

“It could be.”

Yoongi tilted his head, lips brushing against yours.

“It could be for me.”

One by one, his fingertips hooked under the hem of your dress, nails pressed against your bare thighs. His hands were cold, sending tingling shivers all over your nerves. Eyes half-lidded, smokey orbs locked with yours. Your lips curved into a succubus’s smile.

“It’s yours now.”

He chuckled, yanking the hem up and over your ass. Chilled air rushed to your naked thighs, your black lace, French-cut panties out in the open. He looked down at your quivering legs and then his eyes immediately fixated onto it. Another tattoo. You watched as Yoongi took it in, able to see it because the boldly printed script was on the space were your right leg and crotch connected, that dip of flesh right above your pussy. His eyes flickered back to you.

He raised his eyebrows.

“’Good luck’, huh?”

You grinned.

“Good luck.”

The elevator dinged.

A housekeeping worker with their cart craned above the supplies to look at you two and then immediately looked away, closing their eyes. Unmoving like a statue. Didn’t try to roll the cart into the elevator, didn’t say anything. They knew exactly who Yoongi was and it seemed like they knew exactly why you were there.

“Come.”

He didn’t take your hand. He simply removed his heat from you and glided through the doors like an elegant ghost. You followed, heels clicking on the floor before touching the carpet. Like your dress, your slim heels were the slightest bit uncomfortable. It kept you at attention and highly aware of your surroundings, even though you had a few drinks.

Your eyes traveled over the lavish wallpaper, the plush red carpet. Over-the-top intricate and extravagant that bordered on gaudy. This was the top floor. The penthouse. You didn’t have to go far. The entire wing was the room.

You wondered why he took you here just for a simple fuck.

Yoongi unlocked the door.

“There’s only one stipulation.”

“Tell me.”

You held up the condoms from your pocket.

Yoongi smiled.

He was going to tie you up.

You watched as he pressed a button and the metal bar descended from the ceiling, complete with leather straps. You raised your eyebrows. Yoongi watched your expression carefully. The bedroom was dark, only lit by moody red LED lights from behind the bed and low sconces. The color reflected off his pale skin, casting half of his face in shadow.

The button had been behind a locked panel. He was probably the sole owner of that key.

“You are welcome to leave at any time.”

He said the words without emotion. You removed your fur coat, placing it on the oversized black velvet armchair. Everything in the room was in various shades of black and navy, in plush fabrics or luxurious leather.

“You spend a lot on your hobbies,” you commented.

Yoongi smirked.

“Sex is a performance.”

Your eyes connected. He removed his blazer. Like all of his movements, it was a swift and practiced manner, with two fingers hooked around the collar as he walked towards you. He tossed it on top of your coat. Now Yoongi was right next to you, your black dress still bunched around your waist. He did not have a particularly oppressive presence, but it was more like the company of the ocean. Expansive with unreachable depth, strikingly beautiful, and would have absolutely no qualms in drowning you.

Yoongi made sure your eyes were on him.

His long fingers deftly removed his cufflinks, sliding them into his pants pocket before slowly rolling up his sleeves. He was wearing multiple silver bracelets on each wrist, no rings. He folded the crisp white fabric up to his elbows, revealing his lean forearms. He had nice hands. Pampered ones.

“Scared?” he asked casually.

You reached up to the hook-and-eyes at the front of your dress. His eyes followed your movement. One. Two. Your words complimenting the removal of each one. Your breasts slowly relaxed from their prison, held in place by your free hand holding the top of your dress so you could travel downwards.

“Fear is natural,” you whispered quietly. “It is merely a tool in the realm of the strong.”

Yoongi’s lips curved into a slow smile. “Do you intend to speak like that the entire time?”

You chuckled as the last one was undone. “No. I’m only informing you I’m a bit of a masochist.”

And then you released your hand holding up the dress, causing it to unfurl and slide down, stopping at your hips and flaring out like a flower.

Yoongi wondered if you did this all the time.

He wondered if this was a product of your life experiences or your instinctual nature. He watched as you slid the dress down your thighs, letting it fall to the floor. You stepped out of it, only in your heels and panties. His teeth sunk into his lower lip.

Yoongi had taken a lot of people to this room. All strangers. Never one he knew from the past, no matter how insignificant. That made you the exception, even if you didn’t remember. His memory was still so vivid to this day.

He let his eyes roam over your body. As he predicted, you had great tits. The dress accentuated them after all. There was another tattoo. Script on the left side of your ribcage. You noticed him looking and turned slightly so he could read it. He had to think. It was in English, like your crotch tattoo, although that one was easier to translate.

“’The world is quiet here’?” he echoed.

the world was written so it was only visible from the front, is visible from the side, and quiet here visible from the back. Printed a typewriter’s font, no punctuation, the placement deliberate and thought-out.

You smiled. “Book quote.”

Yoongi liked it when you smiled. He reminded him of his own, a little hesitant but self-aware of your own quiet confidence. He lifted his hand and placed it behind your head, guiding you to him.

“You are very interesting,” he murmured into your mouth before he kissed you again. Tasting like rum and coke mixed with oceanic blackberry. He had smelled that scent before, although not on skin. He recalled the counter of cologne, the glass bottles with the unisex design. High-end.

On your skin, it smelled like sex itself.

He slid his tongue in between your soft lips, running it over your teeth. Drinking in your gasps, taking it all. He liked it when you breathed into his mouth too. You let it out like smoke, drifting into him. Your hands came up to hold onto his upper arms, steadying yourself. He liked the feeling of your hands as well, the way each finger curled around to grip him tightly. His thrust his tongue in and out, slowly, each moan chaining to the last. His hands in your hair, tangling it up, making a mess.

Yoongi opened his eyes just a crack. They landed on the tattoo in your left forearm, the filled-in circle with the four-sided starburst.

What had made you get a symbol like that tattooed to you?

He pulled you along, still kissing you, towards the metal bar. Turned you around, kissing down your jaw to the back of your neck. His hands slid down your hair, tracing your spine. Fuck. Such a beautiful back, with a lovely curve, so perfect to bend over. He dug his nails into it and you whined under him.

Yoongi didn’t bother asking you if you wanted it. You had a mouth; you could use it.

And you were grinding your ass into his crotch so, clearly, he didn’t have to ask.

He folded your arms behind you, forearm above forearm, tying you to the metal bar with the leather straps. One on each of your wrists, one tucked in the inside your elbows, binding them to each other and then all to the metal. He did not want to cover your tattoos but he had to. The position had you bent over, ass sticking out, tits hanging down, back slightly arched.

“Do I need to secure your waist or can you hold it?”

You turned your head back and raised an eyebrow. The curve of your profile, so perfect against the red light.

“What you need to do is fuck me already.”

He grinned.

Yoongi pulled up a chair and sat down right in the front of you.

You gave him a slightly annoyed expression. He smirked at you, placing his fingers on your chin, lifting it slightly.

“I thought you wanted a satisfying fuck?” he drawled.

“And yet nothing is happening.”

“Foreplay is just as important as pounding your pussy.”

You suddenly felt his other hand ghost under your nipple, palm barely grazing it. You tried to drop your body into it but were stopped by your restraints. Yoongi cocked an eyebrow amusedly. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“What are you waiting for?”

His thumb slid up your chin. He pressed it into your lips, forcing it open, rubbing your tongue with the pad of his finger. You made a disgruntled noise, saliva collecting where he touched you. You tried to close your lips but he held your jaw down, grip strong and immovable. Spit was trickling down your chin, covering his fingers and dripping onto the floor.

“Waiting for you to give in to me,” Yoongi murmured huskily.

Your heartrate accelerated disconcertingly in your chest. His dark eyes on yours, consuming you, keeping you in this slightly uncomfortable position. And you wanted it. You could feel it, the heat inside you, stroked from embers to full-blown fire, because somehow Min Yoongi could see right through you and knew you wanted what he was composing.

This midnight was his.

He seemed to know that you came to this conclusion. Maybe your pupils were dilated. Maybe it was your shallowed breathing. Maybe it was your trembling body, shaking at his touch. He removed his wet finger and slid it down your collarbones, smearing your own spit on you, before cupping your breast, squeezing it. You sucked in a breath, moaning his name softly as his other hand matched the first, kneading your breasts, rubbing your nipples with his palms.

“Y-Yoongi…”

You gasped as you felt his wrists slide up and the chains of his bracelets scrape your sensitive nipples, blooming pinpricks of pain over your chest. His palms came back, soothing you, his dark eyes intensely focused on your face, not looking away. His fingers pressed into your skin and he closed them in on your nipples, pinching them hard enough so that you could feel it, but not so hard that it was unbearable. He held you there like that. Seconds ticked past. Long, grueling seconds that felt like hours.

Yoongi was very calm about it as you slowly unraveled in his hands.

You body began to move involuntarily, raising your chest so his fingers pulled on your nipples a little. He still did not move his hands. You couldn’t go far with the metal bar digging into your back. He watched you try different things to get more stimulation, fingers motionless. If you moved too much, you were afraid he was going to let go and not give you more. You craved more. Needed it.

“Yoongi, please… Harder…”

His dark eyes were hypnotizing you.

The position of his fingers changed. He clamped your nipples between the joints of his index and middle fingers. You yelped, back banging against the metal. He pressed his thumbs against the hardened nubs, rubbing them harshly. Expression unchanging, forever on you.

“I thought you wanted it harder.”

His voice was deep, calm, with a hint of raspy delight. The sensation was a stark contrast to what he was doing before, shooting sparks of pleasure through your body. You shuddered, bucking into it, knees collapsing a bit as he stimulated your nipples.

“Hold.”

A single command and your knees locked to obey, entire body shaking. Yoongi pulled your nipples towards him, pushing your breasts together as he did so. Your back had to curve abruptly against the cold metal bar at his action. He lowered his head, trailing kisses along your collarbone. You whined, his touch hard and lips soft, eyelids fluttering as your nipples slipped out from his fingers. His large hands quickly twisted to cup your tits, keeping them up and pushed together as he kissed down the curve, nipping sharply at your skin. Leaving small red marks all over, sucking at some points to bruise you.

He didn’t need to speak. His lips told you everything, travelling all over your breasts hungrily, your swollen and abused nipples waiting, patterning your skin before his tongue snaked out.

“F-fuck, Yoongi…”

The pink tip pressed against the inflamed nub, pushing it around delicately. Strands of black hair framed his sculpted brows and those dark eyes were on you again. He closed his lips around it. Your eyelids slid closed, feeling the softness of his mouth and his tongue swiping all over, swift circles.

Then he sucked, hard.

Your eyes flew open, jutting your chest into his face. Yoongi chuckled in his throat and continued to suck, pulsating around your nipple, scraping his teeth against it. One of his hands came up and matched the rhythm of his mouth, tweaking and assaulting your other nipple forcefully. Your core throbbed with need, soaking your panties so much that they stuck to your folds. The scent of your arousal was getting stronger and stronger, a heavy sweetness.

He released your nipples abruptly and you gasped, feeling him lick a fat stripe possessively over your tits. Saliva dripping down, coating them all over. He removed his hand. You panted, trying to catch your breath.

“What’s my name?” he whispered quietly.

You lifted your trembling head, hair covering half your face. Your knees felt like jelly.

“Y-Yoongi.”

He slapped your tits.

You yelped, his open palm creating hot friction on your abused nipples. It wasn’t a hard hit, but an expansive one that covered a lot of surface area. It was obvious he knew what he was doing. Pain trickled throughout your body, pussy throbbing with need.

“Again.”

“Yoongi.”

He slapped you again, from the other side. You shuddered, sucking in your stomach at the sudden pain that seemed to swallow you up, but somehow it didn’t really hurt, instantly morphing into tinges of arousal. It was probably the way he was looking at you. His appearance was bored, but his eyes were trained onto your body, ink-black pupils shimmering with power in his dark brown irises.

“Again.”

Your eyes dropped down. He spread his legs. It was like he knew what you wanted. His erection strained against his tailored black slacks. It was impossible to hide with how closely fitted they were to his body. Your eyes went back up to his face. His expression was still unbothered.

“Yoongi,” you breathed, the clearest you’ve sounded yet.

Smack! You whined at the force, back against the cold metal. Smack! A half-moan, a half-sob as you felt his bracelets scrape against your skin. Smack! Your breasts banged together, softness against stinging softness, and it just felt so good as the pain crawled through your nervous system, devastating you. Your head was arched back, staring at the ceiling, mouth open and panting.

Yoongi reached up and pushed your head back down. He used his other hand to trace your lips, smeared with lipstick and saliva.

“I’m going to fuck this hole now.”

There was a short silence. He was waiting for you to say no.

You didn’t say anything.

Yoongi stood up and unbuttoned his pants right in front of your face. Your eyes followed his fingers as he unzipped them. The flaps opened and his cock fought against the smooth fabric of his boxer briefs, swelling as it was released from the confines of his pants. He pressed it into your nose and you inhaled his scent, oppressive and erotic, making you moan hotly against it.

You wanted it in you so bad that your juices were leaking down your thighs.

You felt his palm caress your head, smoothing your hair. He rocked his hips into your face, humping your open mouth. You pressed your tongue against his clothed cock, whimpering at how close it was and yet so far. His words drifted down to you in a low growl, teasing and domineering.

“Good luck.”

He removed his hardness from your face. Your eyes flickered up to him, a smirk on your lips. Yoongi matched your devious expression, pushing down his underwear. His cock sprung up into your vision, overtaking it. Oh, fuck. The head already dark red, leaking pre-cum. Veins standing out along the length, waiting to be stroked by your tongue. It was the hottest image you had ever seen, Yoongi’s smug face above you, his stiff cock so close to your lips that you could feel the heat. And fuck, he smelled so good, as if his pine cologne, his skin, and his arousal made an unholy pheromone combination that made you open your mouth, exhaling hotly over the glistening head.

Yoongi shoved it into your lips with one swift stroke.

You reeled, expanding your throat as he buried himself into it, sucking in a tight breath. It was a skillful, deliberate movement, one that didn’t jar your gag reflex immediately. You had plenty of practice from former encounters to not gag at first instinct, but Yoongi also seemed practiced, as if he had shoved his dick down many throats before.

His large hand fitted around the back of your head. Not moving.

His taste overwhelmed your mouth. Your tongue slid around expertly, running down the length, moaning around him. His eyes were closed but you could see his pink lips curve upward. You closed your own eyes, squeezing him in your throat as your tongue rubbed along the veins, pressing him into the roof of your mouth.

“You do not disappoint,” Yoongi sighed in satisfaction.

He pulled out a little and your tongue instantly went to the head, licking slow circles all over, teasing the opening with your tongue, spreading it out before sliding under to stimulate the thin skin between the head and length. Yoongi moaned above you, your name finally falling from his lips. You did not realize it would have such an effect on you until he said it. It made your thighs clench and pussy throb, agonizingly forced to wait until he was done with your mouth.

He began to thrust into your face, slow but forceful, tipping your head back a little so the head stroked against the roof of your mouth before hitting the back of your throat. You took it, helpless, bent over, knees aching as he fucked your mouth, almost lazily. His hand had a firm grip on your head, pushing himself in over and over.

“Keep it tight for me,” he murmured. “You’re doing so good.”

You closed your lips around him, meeting the base of his cock, your cries muffled and vibrating along his hard length, adding stimulation. You looked up, seeing his tensed jaw, pleasure painting his features, eyes closed. Yoongi wasn’t trying to get off fast; he was trying to build it to a crescendo, and your mouth was his tool to do it. In, out, in, out, each time a little rougher, a little more force. Rubbing your throat raw, jaw aching, but you were so focused on the soft pants coming from his lips that you didn’t notice.

“Your mouth is so perfect,” Yoongi gritted out, rocking his hips a little faster. “So soft and tight.”

His eyes opened halfway and he noticed you staring at him as he fucked your mouth. He inhaled sharply at the sight.

“So fucking sexy,” he mumbled. “You want to swallow me?”

You hummed needily in response, gazing imploringly at him. He smirked.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

He rolled his hips, faster, harder. You noticed the muscles in his neck tense, his hand gripping you tighter as he chased his release, fingers digging into your scalp, his cock trembling in your wetness as you sucked your cheeks in. Yoongi clenched his jaw, eyes closing again. His hips smacked into your face repeatedly, your name a low hiss as he thrust particularly roughly into your throat, the head being choked by your wet vise.

“Fuck...”

Sudden, jerking strings of cum shot down your throat, painting it white, pumping straight into your mouth. You swallowed hard, barely able to take a breath before his cock violently shuddered, filling you up with more of his salty, thick taste. He held your head as you gulped around him, groaning as he felt your throat close in on the sensitive head continually.

“That’s it…”

His fingers curled into your hair, lifting it away from your neck and collecting it behind you so he could look down at you drinking his orgasm.

“What a pretty picture and all for me.”

His eyes honed in on the semicolon tattoo under your left ear.

It flexed and moved as you swallowed, flickering in and out of vision as the small dangling black gems on your ear hid it. His eyes slid back to your fucked-out face, struggling for breath but being denied by his hold on you.

You might have a personal preference when it came to being single, but Yoongi was a rapacious man, and he wanted to own your mouth. He doubted he could buy it with money, but perhaps he could make you addicted to him. He pulled out of your lips and you whined deliciously.

Inwardly, he grinned like a devil.

Yoongi leaned down and lifted your head, kissing your swollen lips. You kissed him back, starved and hungry for his softness, his gentle touches that were matched by his roughness. Did you always look this good? He wanted you beside him so he could study you, so he could push you to your knees whenever he wanted, so you could resist him and so he could teach you a lesson.

But you deserved the fuck you had asked for. He could smell how turned on you were and he had promised after all. His tongue slid into your mouth and he tasted himself, a familiar taste that somehow tasted better when it was mixed with your saliva.

Yoongi did not think he was going to invite any more strangers into this room after this.

He broke the kiss. Your eyes on him, burning him to the core. He removed his shoes and socks, standing up. Stepped out of his pants, still wearing his shirt and tie. He kept them on as a sign of his power over you. You looked so perfectly submissive, just like this. He had to move out of your line of vision.

There was no way you knew what he was thinking, but he still didn’t trust himself. He did not want to get carried away. He had a job to do.

And that was to fuck you.

He moved around to your quivering legs, seeing your soaked panties. Not commenting, but his cock twitched seeing it, knowing it was him that made you this way. His fingers closed in on the top of them, yanking up. You jerked you head back, moaning hotly at the action. The black lace dug into your skin, seeping into your slick folds. He kept his voice measured despite his desperate need to shove himself into you right now.

“Count to four.”

He dug your panties into you as he spoke and made you whine as he pulled from side to side. The delicate fabric was ripping a little.

“One.”

He spanked your pussy with his large palm. The sound was loud and wet, traveling throughout the entire wing, along with your scream of pleasure. Yoongi was getting hard already listening to you. Even in the low light, he could tell your pussy lips were becoming puffy, reddening. His hand was smeared with your juices and he resisted the urge to lick it.

“Keep going,” he nudged gently.

He heard you panting. “Two.”

Smack! The sound, the sound, it turned him on so much as the lustful moan was torn out of you, your raw throat turning it almost feral. He twisted your panties in your slit, watching the fabric tear slowly against your inflamed skin, drinking in your squeals and whines as he tortured you.

“T-three.”

Slap! His fingers were coated in slickness, watching the wetness splatter between your legs as he hit you. Your ass was backing up into your panties, trying to get more, stopped by the metal bar. If you wanted him to stop, you wouldn’t have uttered the final number, gasping it out hurriedly.

“Four.”

Smack! Yoongi slapped the hardest yet and your knees buckled, almost sobbing. He shoved your kneecaps with his, locking them back in place. Your legs were shuddering hard, barely holding up, but your mouth was telling him a different story, choked gasps of pleasure.

“Fuck, Yoongi, yes…”

He pulled your panties down. They were practically ruined by his grip. That was too bad; they were quite beautiful. He intended on buying you new ones. Perhaps he could come with you to select them.

He paused for a moment to grab a condom, holding it in his hand before returning to you.

“Yoongi, p-please fuck me…”

You craned your head to look at him, the perfect profile. He raised an eyebrow.

“Fuck me with your pretty cock, p-please…”

He stared down at your gorgeous back, the peeks of your tattoos in his restraints, your ass stuck up in the air, pussy lips swollen and leaking from his spanking. He couldn’t see it right now, but he knew the ‘GOOD LUCK’ tattoo was there, right next to your pussy. Yoongi wondered who the artist was.

Perhaps they had been lucky like him.

He felt a surge of annoyance.

Yoongi stepped up to your ass, lifting his cock and pressing the length against your wetness. You started, almost moving away.

“It’s not in you.” He kept his voice even. “You will know if it was in you.”

He exhaled quietly as he rubbed his length and his balls against your wet slit, keeping the head away from you. You were warm, soft, and so, so slick. He was semi-hard, but he could feel himself getting harder as he pressed your ass around his cock, fucking the crevice between your cheeks. He knew it would be better inside you, but for some reason he needed to punish you a little. Needed to let you know that he was irate that there were others before him, that somehow fate cheated him by not having your paths cross sooner.

There was nothing you could do about that, but Yoongi didn’t care.

You were moaning under him, hips pushing back to meet his thrusts, your pussy smacking his balls, coating them with your lubrication. He closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy it. Fuck, you had a nice ass, malleable and lush in his hands. He wanted to own this ass too. You mouth, your tits, your ass.

He knew he would want your pussy too once he was in it.

“Yoongi, please…”

He pressed his fingers into your skin, sliding them inward. Held his cock carefully so it wouldn’t leak on you as he retreated.

“Ah, you’re right,” he purred. “You’ve earned it.”

He opened the condom, sliding it on. His cock jerked in his hands, already desperate for what was to come. He was the kind of man who lived under so much discipline that he knew nothing else. Although life could not be controlled, he could control himself and his emotions.

Yoongi pressed the head against your entrance. Sucked in a breath.

Sank in slowly.

Oh.

God.

Yoongi was not religious, but he swore he saw glimpses of heaven the second his cock was fully enveloped by your pussy. It was tight, it was soft, and each ridge clenched around him, roughly stimulating the head after he had mildly edged himself with your ass moments earlier. You pulsed around him, constricting him inside you as the base of his crotch touched your abused pussy lips.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

He needed to own this pussy.

Yoongi pulled back and shoved himself back in, gasping at the tightness. It was not because you weren’t turned on. It was because you were clenching around him, pressing your walls inward to choke his cock and, if possible, his cock became harder knowing this, harder as he heard you cry out in satisfaction.

“Yes, Yoongi, yes…”

He began to fuck you, rolling his hips into yours, trying to keep it slow and steady to drive you crazy, but to be honest, he was done for, because Yoongi had never experienced such power, never had a body fuck him back with such force, never heard such delicious, desperate mewls of need as he thrusted into you, slamming your hips together with loud squelches. It was probably a lot, his cock hitting you deep and your pussy already sensitive from his spanking, and yet you told him to hold you tighter, fuck you harder.

“Use me, Yoongi,” you gasped. “You feel so good, fuck, Yoongi, your cock is so fucking good…”

How did you know all the words that made him weak? How did you know exactly how to sound to make him want you more? And you took it all despite your shivering legs, despite your tits violently bouncing with every thrust, despite him pressing down on your lower back to hit you deeper. He watched you throw your head back, a long sinful wail slipping from your lips, hair flaring out like fire and you came all over his cock, pussy spasming and clenching around him.

Yoongi’s eyes widened, hips ramming into you. The head smacked against your tightest spot and he saw stars, the pleasure hitting its peak and plummeting into him, taking his breath away. He shot aggressively into the condom, pumped out by your pussy clamping down around his length, sucking it all out. His eyes rolled back into his head with how good it felt. This had never happened to him before. The moans of his name rang in his ears, encompassing him as his cock twitched inside you, the perfect combination of sound and sensation.

If Yoongi ever heard your voice again, it would be synesthetic experience for him, because he would remember this sound and this feeling for the rest of his life.

Outside, the clock stuck midnight, and fireworks overtook the sky in thundering booms.

“Was that a satisfying fuck?”

“Very.”

Yoongi reached over and tucked a spare strand of hair behind your left ear. You sat in his lap, in the armchair with the windows wide open, revealing a perfect view of all the fireworks overtaking the moonlight. It was a bit wasteful for your taste. Not that good for the environment. Yoongi informed you that he would look into more sustainable alternatives.

He pressed his lips into your neck.

“The next time you want to stay at one of my hotels, I will make myself available.”

You chuckled. “Can you afford a pause in your schedule?”

You could feel him sucking a red mark into your skin.

“What else can I do when a member of the Sith Order visits?”

You laughed and he smirked against your newly-made hickey.

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pairing: hajime iwaizumi x reader

genre: smut

warnings: 18+ nsfw, mentions of alcohol consumption, oral (male receiving), choking, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink, slight praise kink

summary: you give your boyfriend top at the red light

you sigh as you climb into the passenger seat of the car, your body feeling heavy because of how tired you were. as you settle into the seat you hear the door of the driver’s side opening. your head lolling to the side, you see your boyfriend. you catch iwaizumi’s eyes and with a small smile he leans forward pecking your lips.

after pulling back, he begins to put his seat belt on and breaks the comfortable silence, “i hope tonight wasn’t too much. i know you don’t really like parties.”

oikawa had thrown a little new year’s kickback as a celebration of not only the new year but him finally being back in japan. he had invited a majority of the seijoh boys and of course iwaizumi. being oikawa’s closest friend, iwaizumi knew he had to show up or else oikawa would whine about it for the months to come. truth be told, hajime was looking forward to spending his new year with you cuddled on the couch while some random countdown special played in the background. clearly that wasn’t the case. the both of you had went and hajime had made it known that he didn’t feel like drinking tonight but he had no issue if you wanted to. you had decided not to drink too much because you didn’t want your boyfriend to ring in the new year by holding your hair up while you threw your guts up in the toilet. although, you knew that if that were to happen he would have no problem with it. a couple beers and a shot or two later, you and hajime decided to take your leave early in hopes that you two could make it home before the clock hit 12:00.

leaning your head back against the headrest you close your eyes and smile, “no, it’s okay. i had a lot of fun. nothing beats seeing makki and mattsun doing drunk karaoke.”

hajime begins to reverse the car, placing his hand on the back of your headrest as he looks back. he shakes his head, “yeah but hearing that shit is awful, i almost went deaf.”

he looks at you briefly before directing his attention to the road in front of him, “are you okay though? you need me to pick up anything?”

you were always able to handle your liquor fairly well so you don’t feel anything more than a slight buzz. you open your eyes to look at your boyfriend, slight smile still on your face, “i’m okay, just wanna be home.”

you turn your attention to the radio in front of you and turn it on. pulling out your phone, you connect it and scroll through your playlists until you find the one titled ‘late night drives.’ as the first song flows out of the speakers, you settle back into your seat. you’re about to close your eyes again when you feel hajime’s hand make its way into your thigh. the short length of your dress making it easy for him to grip the flesh there. his hand doesn’t trail up any further, opting to stay put with his thumb rubbing against your skin up and down.

the touch does nothing except heat your body up with desire. you glance down at the large hand resting on your thigh and bring your eyes to look up at hajime. you give him a once over, eyes settling on his face. maybe it was the alcohol but god did he look so fucking good. the cut of his jaw, the curve of his nose, everything. trailing your eyes lower, you look over his neck and then you find yourself staring at his arm. it was no secret that iwaizumi took care of himself, especially physically. countless hours of being at the gym paying off in the form of his defined torso, thick thighs and bulging biceps. you find your mind floating off into thought of him at the gym, out of breath, skin glistening with sweat. you shift in your seat, catching the attention of your boyfriend.

hajime softly squeezes the inside of your thigh, “you good baby?”

you catch his gaze for a brief second before he turns to pay attention to the road again. you reach down with your left hand and take his hand off of your thigh. you interlace your fingers with his and lean over the middle console to give his cheek a kiss. what was supposed to be one single kiss turned into multiple and hajime soon finds your lips by his ear.

“mhm, i’m very good,” you breathe.

he huffs out a small laugh, “easy, we’re almost home.”

resting your head on his shoulder, you sigh, “don’t know if i can wait that long.” he can hear the light pout in your voice.

your free hand begins to travel up his arm, slowly but surely creeping to caress his strong chest. your actions make hajime grip the steering wheel a bit tighter. an action that does not go unnoticed by you. you know exactly what you’re doing, which is why you don’t bother to stop your wandering hand from going lower and lower. you don’t stop until your fingers are playing with the bottom of his shirt.

hajime’s eyes flick down to you, his eyes narrowed into slits, “quit it.”

suppressing a smile, you reply, “quit what?”

“you know exactly what, brat. you drank tonight, you’re probably drunk,” his voice firm.

truthfully, the buzz you felt earlier had died down and you’re fully aware of everything you’re doing. you roll your eyes before leaning up and giving his jaw a peck, “c’mon haji, i didn’t drink that much. i feel fine, i promise.”

the car slows to a stop, a red light. perfect.

for the nth time that night, you catch his gaze. the red glow of the stop light illuminating his face perfectly. you don’t know if he knows how good he looks. leaning down, he presses his lips to yours. your lips continue to glide over one another’s and before it could get even heavier, hajime pulls away first. he would be a liar if he said that he didn’t want to take you in the backseat right here, right now. with the way you looked tonight and how handsy you were being? it’s like you were begging for him to fill you up the way you deserved. from the moment you stepped out of the bathroom, body clad in that little black dress, he’s had to hold himself back. and right now his restraint is wearing incredibly thin, all because of you and your lingering kisses and wandering hands.

hajime was so lost in thought, he didn’t even notice that you’ve not only taken off your seatbelt and let go of his hand but that your whole upper body is leaning over the console that divides you both. you bring one hand up to cup the side of his face while the other fists the shirt he has on. you pull him in for another kiss, this one being even hotter and heavier than the last. one of his hands wraps around your throat, giving a slight squeeze before loosening again. the other hand on one side of your face.

you whine into the kiss, pulling back just a bit, “daddy, please.”

and just like that, hajime’s restraint snaps. he can never say no to you, no matter how hard he tries. always willing to give you whatever you ask of him.

“what is it baby, hm?” he hums, his eyes finding yours.

“i want you, want you in my mouth.” you keen, so wide eyed and desperate to make him feel good. hajime can feel himself growing hard at the thought.

“yeah? you want me to stuff that pretty mouth full?”

you nod, “mhm.”

unsatisfied with your lack of response, his eyes narrow slightly, “you know better than that, use your words.”

“yes daddy, want you to stuff my mouth.”

pulling away from you completely, he leans back to relax in his seat. giving you access to take whatever you wanted. he sighs, “there we go. go ahead baby take it out.”

not wasting a moment, you hastily begin to fumble with the belt of his pants. upon seeing your impatience, hajime chuckles. “slow down, angel. i’m not goin’ anywhere.”

you feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment but that feeling fades quickly as soon as his cock is freed. hajime was always blessed in terms of his physique and that included his dick. he’s big and he knows it. the first time you had to take him, you cried from the stretch of it. after being together for so long, you grew to love it. whether it be in your pussy or your mouth, you craved to have him fill you.

his cock is hot and heavy in your hand. the precum beading at the tip. your hand looks so small wrapped around him and hajime groans at the sight. finally, you lean down to give the tip a small kitten lick. at the contact, he hisses, “don’t tease baby.”

as much as you wanted to tease him, your need to please him prompts you to wrap your lips around the tip. you feel hajime tangle his fingers in your hair, guiding you to move up and down his length. it doesn’t take long for him to start bucking his hips up into the warmth of your mouth. you can feel him at the back of your throat. the only noise in the car being the drone of the radio and the sound of hajime’s moans and groans, telling you that you’re his ‘good girl’ and that he’s gonna make sure to ‘fuck you so good that you cry’ when he gets you home. you can feel your panties stick to your pussy with your slick at the sound of his promises.

everything is so messy. hajime can feel the mix of his precum and your spit drip down his cock. he has half a mind to pull you off and spit in your mouth but the way your warm, wet mouth is wrapped around him is making him feel too good to stop you.

your jaw is aching and your makeup is probably smudged to hell but you don’t care. the only thing on your mind being that you want hajime’s cum down your throat.

with a tightening grip in your hair and a low groan from your boyfriend, you get exactly what you want. his cock pulses in your mouth as he cums, your mouth still suckling on the tip to milk him for everything he’s worth. it isn’t until he tugs your hair up with a little bit of force that you finally let up. hajime’s eyes follow you as you sit up and he reaches forward to grip your chin in his hand, “open.” and you comply, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. he smiles at the sight. you swallowed just like the good girl you are. he tugs your face closer to his so he can press his lip against your own in a chaste kiss.

he pulls back, gazing at your lips before bringing his eyes up to your own, “you’re always so good to me aren’t you?”

you smile, “always gonna be a good girl for you.” the corners of his lips quirk up at your reply.

he pulls away from you completely to tuck himself back inside his pants and get situated once again. you lean back into your seat and click your seatbelt into place. looking at the street in front of you, you let out a small giggle at the sight of the traffic light being green. the red and green light probably being flicked back and forth during the time you had your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth. the sound of your giggles makes hajime turn his head to look at you, “what’s so funny?”

you feel the car start to move once again. you shake your head, “nothing, just thank god we were the only ones at that intersection.”

you lean your head back to relax against the headrest and close your eyes. the music being the only thing that fills the silence before your hear your boyfriend’s voice again, “get your rest now ‘cause i’m fucking you when we get home, just like i said.”

a/n: HAPPY NEW YEARRR!! i was supposed to post this yesterday but here we are 🤡 also i was lowkey tipsy when i wrote this so i am SO sorry if there’s any errors. this was my first time writing smut so i apologize if it’s not great. i hope u all enjoy <33

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