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jongseongsnudes · 1 month

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kiss me

bff!jake. 1.6k words. suggestive with a bratty you and a horny jake sim. (part two) (part three)

“hey.”

silence.

“jake.”

more silence.

“jake sim!”

“what?” he says nonchalantly back at you, his eyes still plastered on the screen ahead as his fingers continued tapping away at the keyboard, “what is it? i’m playing-”

“can we go to bed... it’s almost 3 in the morning...”

and the silence continues.

you could only sigh at yourself, knowing just how much he loved gaming but you had hoped he would at least spend a bit of time with you tonight. especially after not seeing each other for the past week.

after an entire week of losing sleep and stressing over assignments, you wanted nothing more than to watch your favourite show while eating take out with your bestie. being with him put you weirdly at ease, his random dad jokes comforted you and his embrace put you to sleep faster than anything.

and he knew this!

yet here you were, having sat on his bed for the past 3 hours while he gamed away with the boys. how someone could stay so focused on the screen for 3 hours, you have no idea but you were now too tired to wait anymore.

“yeah- yeah you go sleep first, i still need to back the 02z boys up in this bitch-” he doesn’t bother looking at you as he says so before muttering off, “turn off the lights if you want.”

sigh.

you came here for a good night sleep and you were going to get it. one way or another.

so you come up with a plan, a rather evil plan you know would have a 98% chance of working in your favour.

a punishment more like it but he doesn’t need to know that.

“alright i’m gonna sleep first then,” you get off the bed and slip out of your over sized shirt, leaving on just your booty shorts and a crop top that barely did its job at covering your hardened nipples.

walking over to your best friend’s desk, you slightly lean over his shoulder to grab his can of soda, making sure to rub your chest on him. just a little. and luckily for you, the man was already in a thin singlet himself so the skin to skin contact immediately caught his attention.

if there’s one thing you know about your best friend is that although he’s no longer a 16 year old boy going through puberty, the man was just always horny. a perv.

on so many occasions, you had caught him staring at you a little too inappropriately. sometimes the man was even daring enough to place a hand on your ass whenever you’d cuddle with him in bed.

but never did you complain because it wasn’t like you didn’t secretly enjoy the attention anyway.

jake is hot, everyone knows that but you weren’t going to admit that to him. not with that big head of his.

“sorry. thirsty,” you take a sip from his almost empty can and release a very unnecessary moan, knowing that the man’s attention was now entirely on you, “damn. i’m gonna grab another.”

you don’t miss the sudden tent in his boxers or rather, it was hard to miss the big bulge that was caused by you. you want to laugh so badly, knowing that your plan was already working.

gently squeezing the back of his neck, you then walk out of the room, a smug grin now on your own face. you’re almost 100% sure that he’s watching you walk away, probably confused to why you’re practically naked in his apartment. yeah you’re comfortable with each other but you’ve always had a top on at the very least.

grabbing a can of beer instead, you hop up on the countertop to wait for the ending of your plan to play out. and as expected, the little puppy really does follow you into the kitchen. he doesn’t say anything but his gaze on your exposed skin was enough to tell you what he was thinking.

he likes what he’s seeing and so do you.

you’ve always found him attractive. from the moment you met him in your first year of college until now, jake sim just had to be the literal definition of your perfect type.

but you’ve never dared to cross that line, the thin line between friendship and there after. because not only was he your bestest friend but the man didn’t seem all that interested in you anyway.

“what’s up? i thought you were gaming?” you say so nonchalantly, even tilting your head like you weren’t already expecting this.

“i uh- um-” he seems distracted to say the very least, his eyes unable to detach themselves from your chest, “nothing. i’m done playing.”

mission success.

the familiar smell of his shampoo immediately fills the air as the man invades your space, a scent you’ve come to love. a scent that drove your mind totally insane.

“are you okay though? you seem... out of it?”

“probably just tired,” he inches even closer to you, his body now practically standing in between your spread thighs. his hands reaches out to rest on either sides of you, his face just inches away as he looks into your eyes.

there’s something different in his eyes tonight, compared to how he usually looks at you. they’re dark and dare you say... seemingly hungry for something.

“yeah? you’re not sick are you?” you pretend to be concerned, feeling his forehead but to your surprise, the man was actually burning under your touch, “wait oh my god, you’re burning. are you okay?”

“i’m fine.”

jake’s voice was already usually low but this tone was something else. one that’s causing an immediate damp spot in your panties.

“okay... then should we go to bed? maybe you just need some sleep, jake sim.”

the visible gulp he makes from the way you say his full name further tells you that you’re close. close to your end goal.

“yeah maybe,” his eyes remain on you as his hand inches closer to your thigh, only slightly grazing the side. he looks slightly hesitant, as if testing the waters and you don’t blame him because you’re doing the same.

“want some? i can’t finish it,” you hand him the beer can, in which he takes and in one single gulp, finishes it. you’ve seen him do that so many times before but just something about this time is making you feel so hot.

you wait for him to move away but the man wraps his arms around your waist instead, pulling you flat against him. you gasp at the sudden move and wrap your own arms around his neck to stable yourself, a move you definitely know he appreciated with the way he’s smirking.

“lets get you to bed, beautiful,” his choice of petname gets you more worked up than you already were, your little act on the very brink of collasping. but you’re unsure if this was even acting anymore... because this was definitely not in your plan.

your legs naturally wrap around him as he carries you off the countertop with such ease. it feels so comfortable to be in his arms, like your body was meant for him to hold.

no one says a thing the entire way to the bedroom but it wasn’t needed. the way he’s watching you and the obvious tension that filled the air told you that perhaps your attraction wasn’t exactly one sided.

jake places you down amongst his sheets not long after and hovers over, freely pressing himself onto you. his hands quickly find their spot on your waist, his fingers gripping into your skin as if scared you were going to run away.

“you’re beautiful,” his head dips into the crook of your neck as he says so, his lips so dangerously close to your skin but he doesn’t go any further. as if teasing you, “so, so fucking beautiful.”

“jake...”

“god when you say my name like that- fuck you’re killing me,” he finally looks up at you again, this time going straight in to kiss you. no pause, no hesitation.

it takes a moment for you to realise that jake was actually kissing you, that this was real and not one of the fantasises you always had about him.

it feels like an explosion inside your body, a feeling you have never gotten from kissing anyone else. not even your ex boyfriends.

it feels so right to kiss him though and that fact scared you.

the man moves away only slightly, just enough for you to catch your breath as he places his forehead against yours.

“tell me to stop and i will,” his tone is stern, a tone you don’t hear much from someone like jake, “or i won’t be able to stop myself.”

the grey area was something you’ve always been afraid of, the thought of a ruined friendship always plaguing your brain. yet in this very moment, you know damn well yourself that this was no longer acting, that this wasn’t apart of your stupid game anymore.

but this was real and your next response was the decider of the relationship between you and jake sim.

“kiss me.”

to be continued.

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sanspuppet · 3 months

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👀 riding Mingi’s abs…..just saw a that photo shoot whit him in all denim, like the shirt is a denim crop and and bestie 😮‍💨😮‍💨 that would be the best funishment

MDNI ! smut

- W/T: sexual tension, abs riding, choking, fingering, squirting, sliiight degradation

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You couldn’t fucking take no more. You wanted to enjoy your date with your boyfriend that day, but you had no idea he would wear a denim crop, that did nothing but accentuate his waist, so tiny and sexy, not to mention how his abs were exposed. Mingi couldn’t have not noticed that you didn’t even looked up at him when he talked to you, your eyes seemed glued to his waist, yet he was somehow enjoying your drooling reaction. It was a long evening of you getting distracted by his hips that you needed so bad beneath you. On the other hand Mingi did nothing but secretly smirking back at you, feeling your eyes constantly down his lower body. But at the end he proposed you to spend the rest of the evening by his house, god only knows what were his purposes… well somehow you could figure them out too, and by your situation in that moment you hoped with all your heart that you weren’t wrong. In fact, you wanted to fuck him so bad, so bad that you were feeling icky about how fucking wet you were, you just wanted to take care of it by using him, or vice versa, you literally didn’t fucking care about the details. Mingi noticed it, he knew every time when you got needy but damn… you literally looked like a bitch in heat from how you were clinging to him and how you stared at him, your entire behavior screamed that you wanted to be bred badly.

When he first stepped into his house he turned around to face you, holding you by your waist as he pulled you over the living room. Mingi looked down at your short figure compared to his tall one, a smirk forming on his lips. “Will you tell me what got your attention that much, pretty?” his nose brushed yours, ready to lock you in a long kiss. You wanted him now, there was no point in teasing each other any longer, you wrapped your hand behind his neck and pulled him closer, your tongues diving into your mouths while he busied himself with unbuttoning your shirt, his movements were messy, too eager to be done properly. You did the same thing with his denim crop, throwing it somewhere on the floor. You pulled away from your sloppy kiss and placed your palm on his naked chest, his heartbeat was faster than ever. You pushed him, making him fall down on the couch, he looked up at you with hooded eyes. His tongue trailed a wet line over his lips. You both stripped down completely, never breaking eye contact.

He patted his lap, moving you to sit on him. You glanced at his huge cock twitching at his movement. You sat down on his abdomen, his erected crotch pressing against your back sent shivers of arousal down your spine. “Ride my abs baby, i’m sure you’d want to” He took your chin in his fingers, forcing you to look at him. “Say it, am i right?” You automatically started rubbing yourself against his toned pelvis, his hand quickly gripped on your waist. “Fuckin say it before doing it, little slut” You sighed frustratingly. “Fuck— please Mingi i wanna ride your abs” He pinched your cheek, his cocky behavior showing. “That’s my good girl, you can go on now.” You let out the most feral sighs and loud moans once you started moving, forwards and backwards. You felt every little hill of his abs stimulating your clit, it was impressively good, a fucking bliss. You just needed more friction but your mind was already in a blank state, you threw your head back as you moved faster, your nails dig deep into Mingi’s shoulders. He was admiring you, every single detail of you, he noticed it, and loved it. Jeez if you were such a piece of art to him in that moment. “Don’t worry princess, i’ll help you” he said when he noticed you struggling to get to the highest. He quickly wrapped a hand around your throat, gripping tightly enough, the other one moved down your core, fingering you with all of his fingertips at a fast pace. He raised your head when you kept looking down at you wet cunt. “Eyes on me pretty, you know i want you to look at me whenever you cum. Feels good huh? You such a slut, getting off to my abs”

It was then that you loosed your fucking mind, you were fucked out, your mascara was smudged all over your eyelids by your teary eyes. You whined and moaned without even realizing it. Your lips were of a cherry pink from how hard you bit on them. Your hair a complete mess. And it also was when you finally got off of your high that you noticed you squirted all over his chest. Mingi was looking at all your figure with a proud smirk, his finger caressed gently your back.

“You’re the prettiest like this”

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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original idea, m | kth

pairing(s): taehyung x reader

summary: Your boyfriend, Kim Taehyung, is observant. He noticed you started your period today and picked up your favorite can of sweet Thai tea on his way back from visiting his best friend Park Jimin. How nice of him until he asks you mid-gulp if he can go in raw.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; unprotected period sex, do not do this unless you absolutely trust the other person; established relationship; low-key crack; lots of fluff; shower smut (fem reader is on her period, handjob, unprotected, wall sex, creampie, doggy); non-idol!BTS, ft Jimin putting ideas in Taehyung's head, who would have guessed

“You started your period today.”

You cracked open the can of Thai tea you boyfriend handed you. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I saw the pad wrapper in the trash.”

“Oh.”

You took a large sip, thinking the conversation was over.

“Does that mean I can go in raw?”

You nearly spit out the entire contents of your mouth. Instead, you choked and swallowed hard, coughing and sputtering. “What?”

Kim Taehyung expression didn’t change. “Does that mean I can go in–?”

You held up your hand, coughing wildly, hacking the words out. “I heard what you said, I just can’t believe you said it, who the fuck?”

Taehyung seemed to understand and nodded, dark brown hair falling over his forehead.

“Oh, right. I was talking to Jimin and he mentioned–”

Oh, of course, how could you not guess, Taehyung’s best friend Park Jimin was putting ideas in Taehyungie’s little noggin and now murdering you as you struggled to breathe.

“–that it could be possible, because you’re right, it’s too early to have kids and having a monetary plan to prepare is a better idea–”

You were glad that Taehyung was interested in finances when it came to having children but he sure picked a weird ass time to agree with your sensibilities.

“–but I love having sex with you, so I was telling Jimin I haven’t been in raw yet and I completely understand that you prefer condoms over hormones since that might affect your mental state and I don’t like the idea of only you doing something like that to yourself anyway, it doesn’t seem fair–”

You were still processing the fact that Taehyung had told Jimin he hadn’t been in raw. What the fuck?! At least he loved having sex with you. You were staring at Taehyung slack-jawed, but he was scrunching up his face, trying to remember the rest of the conversation.

“–and Jimin mentioned, ‘hey, at least you can do it when she’s on her period, it’ll add more lubrication and it might even be better for her,’ so I was wondering if we could try it, if you’re interested.”

Silence.

You still hadn’t picked your jaw off the floor.

Taehyung opened his eyes and smiled at you. “Hm? What do you think?”

Okay, you very much enjoyed Taehyung’s eager, boxy smile, so that unfroze you, but you still blurted out your next question in sheer shock.

“Why did you tell Jimin you’ve never been in raw?!”

He blinked, tilting his head. “It just came up.”

You looked around, expecting Jimin to pop out and tell you you’ve been pranked. He did not.

“…. H-How…? Actually, don’t tell me, I’m going choose ignorance…” you mumbled, now taking another long sip of your Thai tea, but more like a swig and wishing it was forty-percent alcohol.

“But what do you think though?” Taehyung persisted, leaning down with his tilted head to try and catch your eye. “Do you wanna try? It might be nice!”

You looked down.

Someone was thinking about it for sure.

You looked back up.

Taehyung smiled at you innocently with a massive tent in his pants.

You stared into those big brown eyes and sighed.

“Ah… probably not. It’s going to be so messy and dirty and cleaning up is going to be such a bitch… I’m sorry, Tae, but I don’t think…”

“So…”

You stood under the showerhead, your hair wet and sticking to your forehead.

“So.”

Hey, in your defense, you were also curious.

Taehyung chewed on his lip, watching you inquiringly. “Hey, we don’t have to. I was being kinda pushy… but…”

You scratched your head, moving your wet hair out of your eyes. “Ah, it’s okay, I understand, I just… it feels wrong, you know? Aren’t you grossed out?”

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Mmm, at first? But the more I think about it, the more I think, well, isn’t it natural? And you have to deal with it every month for many, many years, right? Plus, when we have children, they’re going to come out of you slightly, erm…” He made a little bit of a face but shook his head, spraying water everywhere from his dark wet hair. “Anyway, it’s not too bad. We’re in the shower. You like it when we do stuff in the shower,” Taehyung added brightly.

You contained your laughter, giving him a hopeless smile. “Why are you acting so weird?”

Now Taehyung turned red, his deep tan skin flushing, eyes shifting from side to side. “Um…”

You tilted your head.

He shot you a quick glance and mumbled under his breath.

“Idon’tknowhowlongI’mgonnalastIalreadydon’tlastthatlong.”

“What?”

He chewed on his lip.

“Nothing.”

“Oh.”

You reached up and pushed your hair back, swimsuit-supermodel style, and now Taehyung was doing more than glancing, he was observing very closely and very intently under wet strands of dark brown hair, curling around his strong features and moody brown eyes, his lips parting slightly, probably unnoticed on his part.

Looking like a fish wasn’t exactly an image Taehyung himself considered sexy.

Secretly, you enjoyed it because it meant he wasn’t conscious of what he looked like and was too distracted by your actions and your body to do so.

You smiled. “Why were you talking to Jimin about something like that anyway?”

Taehyung stiffened as you neared, biting his lip. “Ah, well…” He frowned slightly. “You’re so good at certain… things… It’s kind of frustrating for me… sometimes. I want to be better.”

Now you hesitated. “What are you talking about? Haven’t I taught you a lot of things? And you learn quickly and are amazing once you get the hang of it.”

His lips twisted into a small pout.

“For once, I’d like to teach you something.” He let out a small puff. “Or at least suggest something you’ve never heard of before.”

You blinked at him.

“Er… going in raw isn’t exactly a new concept… rather… that’s the original idea of dick and pussy in the first place…”

Taehyung scrunched up his face. “I know that, argh… I just mean… ah…” He trailed off, baritone voice now unsure and unsteady.

You saw he was rapidly losing confidence and you placed a hand on his chin, lightly lifting it with your knuckle. “Hey, no, I didn’t mean it like that. I want to try it. I just thought you wouldn’t like it, because… I mean… Period blood isn’t sexy per se… And I’m certainly not sexy during that time of the month…” You frowned uneasily, lowering your hand, but now Taehyung raised your chin, smiling at you.

“Don’t be silly. You’re always sexy.”

He leaned in, smile morphing into a smirk.

“Also, your boobs get bigger during that time of month, so I always appreciate that.”

Your eyes widened. “You noticed?”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “Of course, I noticed. I keep close tabs on your boobs.”

“Close tabs? Do you record the size in a notebook or something?”

He chuckled, tapping his temple with his free hand, the other sliding down your chin, tracing the contours of your neck and collarbones. “Mental notes. I remember all the important stuff. Your boobs are on the top of the list.”

Your cut in with your inquiring quips. “My ass? My mouth? My hands? My pussy?”

Taehyung frowned slightly and placed his large hand on your breast, kneading it as if he needed comfort. “Okay, near the top, but don’t make me order them, it’s too difficult.”

You grinned. “That makes me feel better.”

He breathed out in relief. “Whew, that’s good–mphf!”

You seized the moment and pushed him into the wall, pressing your wet body into his, your tongue snaking out and lightly flicking against his lips, taking advantage of his surprise and the beauty of his widened eyes to kiss him firmly, falling into his warmth. It took him a second to compose himself, tipping his head down to take charge of the kiss, squeezing your breast and running his thumb over your hard nipple, but you placed your palms flat on the shower wall and resisted him, dancing your tongue between his lips and not letting him catch it, smirking at the growl he made in frustration.

“We were having a moment,” he muttered.

“Mmm, I know, but I want my moment with him.”

Your fingers ghosted his thigh and he sucked in a breath as your hand closed around his cock, not quite hard yet but getting there, especially after your hand came into contact with it. You feathered kisses on his lips as you stroked his length, nice and slow, his other hand coming up to cup both breasts, panting softly, hot breath on your lips.

“You’re too quick…”

“Can’t waste too much water,” you chuckled. “And…”

You kissed up his jaw, adjusting your body to get a better angle, licking his skin lightly and feeling the vibration and depth of his moan under your tongue and lips, whispering gently into his ear.

“It’s kind of hard to focus when you’re so handsome, Tae.”

He let you have the moment, tipping his head down so your teeth could catch his ear, nipping at it lightly, contrasting with the pace of your hand, firm and intense, shivering at the thickness and the weight in your palm, savoring the taste of his skin, moaning into his ear, long and sensual, everything he liked and more, his head turning, black-brown eyes looking down at you under lashes covered in small droplets, adding to his already ethereal appearance.

“Let me…”

He leaned in, not finishing his sentence, kissing you long and deep and sweet, changing your positions, but you didn’t let go, toying with his tongue. He made a small tch sound of annoyance, shifting his hips, picking up one of your legs.

“Ah, w-wait…”

“Why?” he chuckled. “You don’t wanna wait. I can tell.”

You tried to hide the smirk, but it came out.

Smugness just refused to be hidden.

Taehyung grinned against your lips. “Thought so.”

Your hand was already guiding him. “This isn’t going to be the optimal position for you to cum.”

“Good.”

You raised an eyebrow and he thrust up into your pussy.

You sucked in a breath, relaxing yet still stretched out. It did hurt slightly. Taehyung was sizable after all, in length and girth, but you had practice and muscle memory, and maybe (definitely) a pain kink.

What? It was fun getting stuffed with dick.

Especially when it was Taehyung’s dick.

You? You were fine.

Taehyung?

“Oh, fuck…!”

Er, maybe not?

He had such a cocky expression beforehand but the second he entered you, it instantly changed, sudden tension in his strong features, gasping as he slid in, surprisingly much easier than you expected, perhaps due to the consistency of the slippery blood, almost stopping halfway, but you didn’t let him, firmly grabbing his hips and yanking him towards you, his eyes rolling back, whining your name loudly, the volume and depth reverberating in the bathroom.

“You’re so t-tight… fuck… soft… oh, shit…”

You let him run through every expletive he knew, holding him firmly by his juicy ass, enjoying it too much, but thankfully Taehyung didn’t notice, eyes closed, head thrown back, dark wet hair curling around his cheekbones. He reached up and pushed it away from his face, exhaling hard, slowly opening his eyes, hazy and unfocused.

“Fuck… it feels so fucking good, you have no idea…” he shuddered, twitching inside you and moaning once more, body shaking so he had to plant his hands on the walls of the shower, volume increasing as you pulsed your muscles around his length. There was slight pain from cramps, but not from his cock, and you could ignore the dull ache and focus on the pleasure, slowly moving your hips and biting your lip, feeling the added slickness of your juices mixing with the blood.

You often cursed your period’s arrival, but maybe it was time to reconsider.

Always good to find the silver lining in things.

“Taehyung…”

You rolled your hips and he gasped, thrusting back lightly.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he panted, swallowing hard. “Shit, it feels so fucking good, I can’t t-think…”

“I’ll tell you if it hurts,” you managed to say, pressing your hands into his ass and angling yourself to take him deeper, shoulder blades and head touching the shower wall, sighing in satisfaction.

“Alright, I’m gonna…”

He clenched his jaw, faster, harder, one hand coming down to grab a handful of your ass, you wrapping a leg around his and meeting him in the middle, increasing the depth of each thrust, both of you gasping at the tightness and the wetness, the messy slap and squelch echoing in the bathroom, water raining down on his broad back and spraying onto your chest, clenching around him so he could feel more, his eyelids fluttering, biting his lower lip, tendons on his neck popping out, and you realized he was trying not to cum, trying to hold back, so you gave his stiff length a particularly firm squeeze and Taehyung groaned, barely able to shoot you an incredulous look.

You grinned.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

You felt it, his cock twitching and spilling into you, eyes widening at the sensation, not quite as strong as porn seemed to make it, but noticeable for sure, pushing out your juices in a rough sputter, loud and obscene, flinching as Taehyung’s hand quickly moved down, rubbing your clit, making you squirm and twist of his cock, almost falling off but he kept his other hand on your ass, digging his nails into the softness, holding you in place.

“Come on, come on, come on–”

It didn’t take much, you were already turned on by the fucking and then the sensation of being filled up, and you cried out, trying not to move your hips, the high peaking.

“Tae, fuck!”

Hot shivers and burning electricity tearing through your veins, jerking your hips forward and tightening around his cock, harsh throbs racking your body you came, pussy squeezing so hard that you felt his cock stiffen again, swelling and growing inside you as your orgasm roughly roused him back to life, both of you moaning at the sensation, feeling his cum and yours drip down your thigh, hearing it plop thickly onto the bathtub below and wash away, stunning both you and him at the lewd noise.

“Whoa…”

You panted hard, letting out a tense puff as he slid out of you.

“That felt… so fucking good…”

You thought for a moment, catching your breath. The pain your felt was only from cramps, although it seemed to be less now. Was that the ibuprofen? Or the euphoria of orgasm? You paused on consider the differences, chewing on your lip thoughtfully.

“I think for me it’s about the same? You feel very similar with and without a condom.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Not for me, you feel way better, I don’t know how I can go back, the condom is seriously a nerf…” he mumbled.

You shifted your eyes. “You didn’t last… the longest.”

His ears turned red.

“W… Well…”

“My pussy is pretty overpowered, maybe she needs the nerf.”

He sighed, frowning. “True… I still stand by the fact that it physically feels better, but more time to enjoy does even it out…”

You tapped your fist in your other palm. “Oh! Let’s do it from behind.”

He blinked. “Eh?”

But you were already turning around, Taehyung stumbling back, pushing the showerhead out of the way and pointing it towards the wall so he didn’t drown, audibly gasping as you bent over and presented your ass, hands spreading open your pussy with one fluid motion. You turned your head back and grinned.

“Yes?”

“Oh, fuck, yes.”

You felt him position the head against your opening and he pushed in, slow, steady, both you of moaning at the feeling, centimeter by centimeter, this position tighter, more heavenly, giving you added control over your muscles so you could pulsate around him. He inhaled sharply, gripping your hips and forcefully pushing in the rest of the way, bottoming out, balls smacking your clit.

“Stop t-that, fuck…”

You let go of your ass and placed one hand on the edge of the bathtub and the other on the wall.

Then you rocked your hips back.

“Ah, yes, Tae…”

“Are you trying to kill me? Oh, shit!”

You continued and Taehyung had no choice, fiercely grabbing your hips to try and get you to stop, but you were undeterred, so he had to ram his cock into you, exactly what you wanted, the sudden sensation of the head hitting you deeply rendering your speechless, and he had no time to gloat, too driven by lust and pleasure to taunt you even if he wanted to.

“A-ah, it’s good like this too, oh, fuuuck, yes, you always feel so fucking tight…”

He had a good rhythm and pace like this, deep, controlled, fast, making sure to give you the powerful thrusts you liked, loud, audible smacks of hips to ass, rough and wet, and you knew you had his cum inside you now along with yours and the added slickness of your period, and, sure, maybe someone found it gross, but in this second (and lucky all subsequent seconds involving this very behavior that would certainly continue at least once a month) you nor Taehyung gave a single fucking shit, pleasure flaring up your core, the dull ache of cramps forgotten, completely focused on the feeling of his cock entering you over and over, your hand on the wall curling into a fist, hitched breaths and flinching shivers taking over, clenching around him, oh fuck, his rock-hard, thick length plunging into your tight, wet hole, too much, so good, your thighs tensing from the overwhelming proximity of release.

“Taehyung, oh, fuck, you’re so good at f-fucking me…”

You could tell he wasn’t talking on purpose, probably clenching his jaw to last as long as possible, but he wasn’t going to last much longer because you smacked your palm into the tile wall, gasping his name loudly, shot into free-fall.

“Gonna cum, fuck!”

That was all the warning he got as your walls spasmed, brutally massaging his cock and he hissed your name, turning into a half-moan, half-whine as he yanked your hips down and slammed into your pussy, fully sheathing himself all the way up to his balls, his cock jolting and spilling his orgasm into you, his hands on your ass shaking so bad they seemed to be vibrating, gripping tighter and tighter, rolling his hips inside you and moaning, prolonging the euphoric feeling.

“S-So good… ah, yeeeeeees…”

It took him a while to still, breathing loud and hard, holding you in the bent over position, the additional time getting slightly awkward, but you waited it out, his grip finally loosening, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up, your pussy too wet and his cock giving up, sliding out, a mess of juices splattering out of you.

Good thing you were in the shower. Easy to clean up.

“It’s… too good…” Taehyung huffed, broad shoulder leaning against the wall to hold himself up, still clinging onto you. “Your pussy does need a nerf, but, fuck, I’m still gonna think about it all the time…”

“Good thing for you that my period lasts at least five days.”

Taehyung looked up to the sky and whispered his gratitude.

“I know you kind of hate it, but I’m still going to thank them.”

“Maybe I have a reason to hate it a little less now. It’s still inconvenient.”

“Yeah, but going in raw…”

Mmm, yeah, that still sounded weird. Oh well.

“You’re not going to tell Jimin, right?”

“You let him go in raw?!”

“Taehyung!”

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drakenology · 3 years

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I Hate Everything About You - Dabi

warnings: ANGST, smut, daddy kink, mentions of rape,violence, AND swearing (cause im a potty mouth)

author’s note: this lil story is inspired by my favorite song I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace. im a lil emo bitch ok? I recommend listening to the song to get a better perspective of how the emotions of the lyrics and the story goes hand in hand. the chorus goes like “I hate everything about you. why do i love you?” and I immediately thought of something angsty and raw to write. hope yall enjoy! this one might be a little long.

summary: You and Dabi have worked together as villians for as long as you can remember but you two don’t get along at all. is this truly hatred or is this repressed feelings coming to surface?

You hated heroism. You viewed it as weak and meaningless. When both of your parents were murdered by an anonymous killer and no one came to their rescue when they could very well have been saved, something dark took over your spirit. You snapped. At the tender age of 17, your parents did not receive justice for the act of violence committed against them. The police told you there “wasn’t enough evidence” and that the killer had most likely killed himself.

There were simply too many holes in the case for it to be solved. Obviously this infuriated you. So much in fact that you planned to blow up the entire police precinct.

And you did.

Now being on the run at only 17 you fell into a life of crime, committing yourself to being a villain who killed police officers off duty earning yourself the villain name “Cop Killer” from the authorities. Not to mention your very dangerous quirk called “Leech”. You were able drain anyone you gazed at of their blood, the gaze having to be completely focused on the person’s eyes. Once concentrated enough it becomes hard for the person to look away from you. To trigger your quirk, you have to say the word “leech” in order to essentially stop the flow of someone’s blood to their heart; their blood being extracted from their veins to yours. The blood only made your quirk stronger as you can now manipulate it and use it in combat. You had enough control to where you could take a little or take it all. The stolen blood was also good for increasing your stamina and speed for a short period, manifesting a weapon with the blood you stole and of course leeching the person of their blood entirely, instantly killing them. The murders you committed granted you the number one spot of Japan’s wanted list. You were also the youngest assasin in Japan at the time so you had to move around a lot. You spent your teenage years living in abandoned buildings and sketchy motels; robbing, stealing and of course murdering for survival.

The day you met the League of Villains was your 23rd birthday. As a treat to yourself, you had cornered one of the dirtiest cops you had ever encountered. He was a known sex trafficker, a thief as well as a disgusting rapist. You had him right where you wanted him; wearing a disguise to hide your true visage in order to avoid being recognized. You had pretended to be a love interest to the cop, sitting in the seedy hotel room he rented to have a little “privacy” with you.

“Oh baby, you don’t know what you do to me. I wanna see that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock. Get on your knees for me.” The police man said, the sleazy bastard unbuckling his belt. You nod, secretly being disgusted by this man. But you had to keep your cool. You got down on your knees and took his hard cock into your hands and pumped, looking him directly in the eyes as you did so.

“Yeah, baby. You’re so hot.” He groaned, keeping his eyes locked on yours almost instinctively as sweat collected on his brow.

“Thanks.. but your time’s up, you sick fuck.” you say, standing up on your feet. You straddle him, watching the cop’s eyes become terrified as he finally realizes who you really are.

“Leech.” You say as you watched your quirk take effect. The reaction was instant as he starts to gasp and grab at his heart, clinging onto his last minutes of life as he died on the hotel bed. You moan as his blood is transferred into yours, creating a dagger out of his blood. You slice his neck, licking whatever was left off of his cold throat. You laugh, searching his dead body to take whatever he had on his person; money, personal possessions and his gun. Just as you’re about to get up and leave you get the feeling that you aren’t alone. You turn and see none other than the villain you had seen all over local news.

Shigaraki.

He chuckles dryly, admiring your work at killing the cop underneath you.

“Well done, little girl.” He said, peering over your shoulder to get a good look at the mess you made of him. You go to ask how the hell he got into the room until you hear the sound of police sirens blaring outside.

“We have the entire hotel surrounded. There are Heros on the way to assist us. Surrender now or face the consequences.” You hear the cops say on a megaphone.

“Shit.” You mumble, quickly grabbing your things; planning your escape in your head.

“Listen, I’ve admired your work since your attack on that police station, Cop Killer.” Shigaraki said. “We could use someone like you in the League of Villains. My friend Kurogiri here can get us both out of here in one piece. But only with your consent of course.”

You think for a moment. You’d rather make a smooth escape than risk being arrested. So you agree.

“We’ll explain everything once we get back to base.” Kurogiri says, morphing himself through the cracks of the door.

Kurogiri takes both you and Shigaraki and consumed you both into his portals, leading you to the secret hide-out of the League of Villains. You look around, your vision a little hazy from being in the dark portal. You see a few other people standing in the lobby. A guy with a weird mask on with two sides on it eagerly introduced himself as Twice. You see a cute girl that looked a little young to be in a place like this.

“Toga Himiko. Nice to meet ya. Hey, you’re way prettier in person. The police drawing of you is really unflattering.” She says, waving at you. You smile meekly as you turn away to see this guy standing at the corner of the bar. He had burn scars all over his face and neck, dark hair and the most mysterious eyes you’ve ever seen. You met his gaze when you noticed him staring at you, sizing you up. You found his stare threatening and kind of alluring. You almost couldn’t look away.

“Don’t stare at me for too long, Cop Killer. I know what those eyes can do.” He said sarcastically, not even caring to introduce himself. He felt familiar, like you’ve known him for a long time. You rolled your eyes and walked over to Shigaraki.

“Look, if you think just because you got me out of a tight spot that I’m just gonna beg to work for you, you’re wrong. I work alone.” You said, adjusting the top of your outfit.

“I know. But today that changes. You see, we’ve been watching you, Cop Kill-” He says, interrupted by your loud groan.

“My name is Y/N. Please just call me by my name. My mother didn’t name me Cop Killer.” You demand, folding your arms in protest.

“But that’s what you are, Y/N. Don’t be ashamed.” Shigaraki says, inching closer to you. “Look, the services of the League of Villains aren’t free. We helped you. Now you help us. You understand don’t you, Y/N?”

You sigh, wishing you had just leapt out of a nearby window back at the hotel instead of taking help from this creep.

“Fine.” You say, looking down at your shoes.

“Wonderful.” Shigaraki says, walking away from you. “Oh and one more thing. I hate back talkers.”

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A few months pass and you’re well acquainted with all the villains of the organization. You were all usually partnered up for missions; you always alternating between Toga and Dabi, who had finally told you his “name”. You grew to be pestered by Dabi. You’d much rather be paired up with Toga than Dabi any day since you and Dabi just could not get along, you both arguing like an old married couple at every mission. You couldn’t stand him. His cockiness, his elitist attitude, his aloofness. He hated you because of your attitude, you thinking you knew better than everyone else. He thought you were a spoiled brat who hasn’t done anything remarkable to even earn a spot in the League. To you, he was everything you despised about some men.

One night you were all playing a friendly game of Blackjack; which seemed to be a ritual between the members. Shigaraki didn’t bother playing but Kurogiri always seemed to watch.

“Ugh.. Fold. What do I have to do to get a decent fucking hand, huh?” Twice said, his two voices seeming to contrast in differing personality. You laugh, slamming down a perfect hand worth 21.

“I stand, bitches.” You say, winning yet another round.

“I’m bored.” Dabi says, standing up and leaving the table.

“Oh don’t be like that, Dabi. Come back!” Toga says, throwing her cards down. She sighs and stands up from the table. “Well, I guess that’s it. I’m goin to bed. Nighty night, Y/N. Twice.” Everyone went their separate ways. You walk into your room and change into something more comfortable and walk outside to get some air. To your dismay, Dabi was already standing outside in the same spot you liked to chill and think.

“Yo.” He says, referring to you. You roll your eyes and walk over to him.

“What?” You say, annoyed to the point where you just want to turn around and go back inside.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Cop Killer? Don’t like me?” He asks, inching closer to you to whisper in your ear. You stand still for a moment and lunge at him, grabbing his throat and pushing him against the wall.

“Stop fucking testing me.” You say sternly, looking him deeply in the eyes with the intention to kill.

“Careful, little girl. You might just turn me on.” He says, grabbing your arm and pushing you back. You freeze, stunned at the sudden harsh movement from the tall man in front of you. ”You’re 5′4′’, sweetheart. If I wanted to, I could end you without even using my quirk. You ‘oughta be nicer to me.”

You get angrier by the second, yelling and screaming about how much you hate him all while trying to take jabs at him, throwing punches at his face. Dabi dodges every swing, smirking at your abilities. He was impressed, but he’d never tell you that.

“Huh. Keep it up and you might actually hit me.” He teased, swinging back at you, landing right on your jaw. You stumble and collect yourself, charging towards him once more. You were certain you’d hit him, the blood from someone you’ve killed earlier that day increasing your speed.

“Fuck you.” You hiss, taking another swing at him and connect, landing right on his cheek. He smirks, wiping blood from his mouth. You get cocky and go for another punch only for him to dodge you. He grabbed your arm and twisted it, pinning you against the brick wall in front of him with your back facing him.

“When?” He asked in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You hated that he could so easily overpower you, making you despise him even more. He releases you from his grip and stands close to you; you feeling the warmth of his skin radiating from his body.

“Listen. You hate me and quite frankly I can’t stand you either. But you don’t see me attacking you. Try it again and I won’t be so nice next time, little girl.” Dabi said, grabbing your face to daringly look into your poisonous eyes to mock your quirk. You focus, ready to end this asshole. Suddenly his lips crash into yours. At first, you’re disgusted and fucking pissed. But then you feel yourself start involuntarily melting into his kiss. So you kiss him back with no shame, all bitter feelings leaving your mind as the kiss gets more intense. You feel his hands groping and caressing your body, his hands exploring to stop at your neck; wrapping it around. You gasp, feeling yourself get hot.

“The first time I saw you, I thought you were the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. And then you spoke. And I couldn’t stand you. But I couldn’t shake this feeling of wanting to bend you over and punish you for your slick mouth. You need a good hard dicking to keep your mouth shut and I’m the one to give it to you. That’s what you want too, isn’t it?” He asked, starting to kiss your neck harshly. You moan, embarrassed at his words. He was right. You found him attractive as soon as you saw him but his attitude rubbed you the wrong way. But right here and now, you realize that you might have been hiding your true feelings behind a façade of hatred. You wanted him too and you couldn’t stand it.

“I’m talking to you, Y/N.” He persists, biting into your neck. You mewl, shocked at how good he was making you feel. You almost couldn’t believe you were in this situation. It was confusing but formalities could come later. You wanted him now.

“Yes, Dabi. I wanted you to fuck me the first time I saw you.” You say quietly, feeling him reach under your shirt and bra to grab at your naked breast. You bit your lip, feeling slick pool between your legs as you fall victim to his touch.

“Get inside and go in my room. I expect you to have nothing on when I get there. Understood?” He demands, pinching your nipple lightly. You gasp, nodding at his request.

“Words. You’ve already made me angry with that stunt you pulled punching me in the face. I wouldn’t try me further.” He said, grabbing your hair and pulling it to expose more of your neck. You moan, unable to control yourself suddenly. It’s like he knew exactly what to do to turn you on. Fucking asshole.

“Y-Yes, daddy- I-I mean Dabi.” You flush. Damn. You couldn’t believe you let that slip. He laughs, kissing your lips once more as he lets you go.

“Daddy works just fine.” Dabi says smirking, watching you stumble towards the door to go back inside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You knew you should just go into your own room but, God you wanted to see what he’d do to you for almost punching him. You wondered how rough he’d be, your panties soaking at the thought as you gulp and open his room door. You sat on his bed and took off your clothes, leaving your underwear on to tease him. Suddenly his door opens and it’s him. He looked you up and down, loving what he saw. But to his dismay you had on too many clothes still.

“I thought I told you to get naked, little girl.” Dabi said, pushing you onto his bed. He stood above you, running his fingers down your stomach and stopping at the waistband of your panties. You shudder at his cold fingers.

“You never said naked.” You tease, looking back at him. He frowns, shaking his head.

“Man, you just love pushing my buttons don’t you? You’re gonna regret teasing me so much.” He says, pulling your panties down roughly, holding them up to his face. He smirked at the wet spot he saw on them, throwing them onto the ground. “This is gonna be fun.”

You hiss as he slid one measly finger inside you while rubbing your bundle of nerves with his thumb, the single finger not being enough to satisfy your craving for that certain pleasurable stretch. Somehow though, Dabi was making you feel good with that one finger. You roll your hips for more friction only to have Dabi hold you down with his other hand.

“Stop squirming so much. It makes you look desperate, doll.” He teased earning a whine from you. As if to be a little forgiving he adds another finger, watching your face twist up in pleasure. You were visually trying to hide your moans, Dabi not liking that at all.

“Come on now. It’s no fun if you don’t scream for me. Let everyone here know how good I make you feel.” He said, halting his movements. You nod, moaning loudly as he adds a third finger. Any shame or embarrassment is gone as he worked you up to your first orgasm. You grab at his sheets, trying to move for more friction only to once more be overpowered by Dabi.

“You don’t listen too well do you? I said stop squirming. You’ll have your fill but good girls wait to cum. Understand? I expect you to address me correctly this time.” He says, grabbing your face to make you look at him. Something about knowing you could kill him with your eyes turned him on, because he knew he could keep you from doing so. All he had to do was please you, knowing you won’t be able to focus on anything but screaming his name let alone his eyes.

“Y-Yes daddy.” You mewl, your eyes rolling back as he pulled out one of your breasts, sucking on your nipple harshly. The sound of your moans was music to Dabi’s ears, the only thing he ever wanted to hear come out of your mouth. He cooed praises into your ear, telling you hot sexy you are and how et your pussy is just for him. He crawls on top of you, pulling his fingers out of you as you whine at the sudden loss. He kissed you, ripping your bra off. He sat up and stared at the gorgeous naked woman underneath him.

“You’re so hot when you’re not talking shit.” He says, playing with your boobs. He was unsure of where to start. He wanted to please every inch of your lovely curves, his eyes drinking in your hips up to your beautiful breasts. He nearly drooled at the sight of them, your nipples seeming to perk up when he looked at them. You stare back at the man on top of you, his scars almost complimenting his skin as you watched him take off his shirt. You bit your lip as you feel a nice sized bulge grind up against your dripping core. You didn’t even notice that his pants were off, drooling at the sight of his body overpowering yours. He grinded up against you, leaning in close to your ear.

“Ready to get fucked, sweetheart?” He asked, nibbling on your ear lobe.

“Yes, god, yes!” You gasp, feeling him take off his boxers. He positioned his dick at your entrance, tapping it against you to tease you. You moan, going to grab his cock and shove it inside you but you think twice, already in trouble with him. Dabi smirks, excited to break you as he shoved himself inside you and started to rut his hips into you. You moan sinfully at the sudden stretch, loving how he filled you. You feel him speed up, not even fully adjusted to his length as you clawed at his back for dear life.

“You’re takin me so well, doll.” He said, grabbing your neck to lightly choke you. Your eyes roll back as you reveal a sinful ahegao face while he pounds you senseless. You’re moaning his name and telling him how good he feels inside you, cussing and screaming into the air as you feel yourself coming close to cumming.

“C-Can I-?” You ask, unable to finish your sentence as you feel yourself clenching around him. Dabi is relentlessly prodding at your g-spot, causing you to see stars as he notices he’s hitting that special spot. He smirks and angles himself so that he’s repeatedly hitting that spot, watching you cover your mouth as you scream. He snatched your hand away from your mouth and pinned it above your head.

“Tell me you’re sorry for punching me, kitten.” He demands, harshly pinching your nipples. You shake your head no to tease him. “No? Must need more convincing, huh brat?” He pulls out of you, you letting out a pathetic sob at the loss. He roughly flips you on your stomach and plants a hard smack on your ass. You yelp, your pussy aggravated as it throbs at the feeling of pleasure. He yanks you towards him and shoves himself back inside you, you laying flat on your stomach. You kick and scream under him, feeling him so deep it blinds you.

“Oh my god, daddy!” You whine, shoving your face into your pillow as he assaults your g-spot.

“Say it.” He demands, landing another hard smack on your ass this one sure to leave a mark.

“I-I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m sorry!” You scream, desperate for release.

“Good girl.” He hisses. Dabi grabs your hair and lifts your head off the pillow wanting to hear the last moans you can give before you cum.

“Go ‘head and cum for me. You’ve earned it.” He says. And just like that you clench around him hard, your orgasm washing over your body as you cum all over his dick. He rides out your orgasm, only to continue pounding you earning a sharp yelp from you as you throw your head into the pillow again.

“You didn’t think it was over did you? That’s cute.” He said, taking you further. At this point you’re overstimulated, the pleasure almost painful as he worked you to another orgasm.

“God, I love you!” You scream to his delight as you cum quicker than your mind can keep up.

“I love you too. Even though you’re fucking annoying.” He hisses, unable to hold himself back anymore. He cums hot inside you, grunting as he slaps your ass one last time before pulling himself out. You moan softly, breathing heavily as he cleaned you up. He kissed up your body, you unable to move from being completely fucked out of your mind.

“When you socked me, I knew you were a keeper.” He laughed.

“Shut up.” You say, smiling into your pillow.

“HEY, YOU TWO DONE IN THERE? YOU COULD HAVE WOKEN UP THE ENITRE CITY WITH ALL THAT RACKET!” Twice shouted through the walls, turning your face red with shame.

“SHUT UP AND MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!” Dabi yelled back, rubbing soft circles on your ass to soothe his harsh marks on both cheeks.

bitch i.. i’m sick.

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valdomarx · 4 years

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*Ahem* don't know if you write prompts or not, but think of this: Jaskier is coming with Geralt to Kaer Morhen, both of them still not in anything romantic/sexual. But it's not Jaskier who's adored and loved by everyone. It's Geralt, their favourite winter bitch. Jaskier stumbles across him being fucked by Lambert, and Geralt comes, looking into his eyes; sees him sucking Eskel off in his bedroom. He had no idea Geralt can be so relaxed and slutty. In the end, they all have some hot group sex.

Anon, you’re a genius. I present to you the Geralt is the slut of Kaer Morhen fic we all secretly wanted.

Jaskier has been waiting months for this, to see the famous Kaer Morhen for himself, to talk with the other witchers Geralt trained with and to hear their stories. He couldn’t believe his luck when Geralt actually agreed to bring him here for the winter, despite the fact Geralt barely seems to tolerate his presence even after all these years.

Walking through the great gate to the crumbling castle takes his breath away, the sad state of the deteriorating walls somehow an apt metaphor for the strong but underappreciated men who live here. And meeting the other witchers is a revelation, each of them throwing Geralt’s character into sharp relief in the way that seeing someone among their very old friends inevitably does.

–

The castle is as homey as one could hope for from a tumbledown ruin, and the witchers have taken care to provide Jaskier with what he might need. Despite their reputation for brutality, they are clearly considerate hosts. The room he is shown to on his first night has a spacious bed, a bowl and a pitcher of water for washing, and even a little tray with some dried fruit on it.

What it is lacking, however, is more than one thin blanket. Witchers don’t feel the cold the way humans do, it seems, and Jaskier lasts bare minutes in bed before he decides that if he doesn’t find something warm to sleep in, he might actually freeze to death before morning.

He does his best to navigate through the twisty corridors and crumbling staircases to Geralt’s room, hoping to beg a spare blanket. But as he approaches the room, he stops short when he hears something unexpected.

The door is cracked enough for him to hear wet slaps and a throaty groan, and Jaskier is not restrained enough to avoid taking a peek. Glancing through the narrow opening, he sees Geralt on his knees, face pressed into Eskel’s crotch, who has his hands twined into white hair and is thrusting down Geralt’s throat.

“Oh, you feel so good, I’ve missed your mouth,” Eskel is panting, and Geralt lets out a high pitched whine which Jaskier has never heard from him before. “Sucking me off so well.”

Jaskier’s pulse races. This is not a side of Geralt he’s ever seen before. Before now, it’s been rushed and infrequent stops at brothels, Geralt disappearing with the occasional adventurous girl in the larger towns. Not this, Geralt pliant and tactile, taking cock down his throat like he’s done it a thousand times.

There’s a thrill of temptation to stay and watch some more, as fucked up as that is. But Jaskier knows how Geralt values his privacy, so he forces himself to turn around and go back to his room.

Once he’s back in bed, the thought of Geralt on his knees keeps him plenty warm.

–

In the morning, Jaskier carefully and deliberately slots the “Geralt and Eskel are fucking” knowledge away and out of his conscious mind, and makes an effort to get to know his hosts. They’re prickly and a little distant, all of them, but if Jaskier can handle that from Geralt he can handle it from these Wolves as well.

He uses his most charming smile to tease a story about fighting a striga out of Eskel, then helps Vesemir prepare and pickle the last of the fresh vegetables to see them through the cold months.

When he heads to bed that night, he swears he doesn’t walk past Geralt’s room on purpose. It happens to be on the route between the kitchen and his room, so it can hardly be avoided. He does, admittedly, slow just a little as he walks past Geralt’s door, left ajar once again.

But this time, he doesn’t hear the deep, scratchy voice of Eskel. This time, it’s Coen’s sinuous tones carrying down the corridor.

And, look, Jaskier never claimed to be a morally upstanding person, okay? And, well, he’s curious. He’s getting a whole new view of his friend. So he takes a peek through the gap in the door.

Geralt is stripped mostly naked and pressed face-first against the wall, with Coen behind him. Jaskier can see by the flick of Coen’s wrist and the way Geralt is practically humping the wall that he has at least two fingers inside him.

“That’s it, good boy,” Coen is saying, voice low. “Gonna open you up nice and loose before I fuck you. Is that what you want?”

“Fuck, yes, I want it, want your cock,” Geralt growls, and Jaskier nearly fucking passes out. He had no idea Geralt could be so… vocal.

He retreats to his room at a clip, and if when he’s in bed he shoves a hand beneath the covers while thinking about the sounds Geralt makes when he’s needy to get fucked, then no one needs to know about that, do they?

–

Jaskier spends the next day very much not thinking about Geralt’s sexual proclivities, thank you very much, and remains focused on ingratiating himself with the Wolves by helping patch up some of the damaged exterior walls. It’s hard, physical work, and by the end of the day his hands are cracked and bleeding, but he’s determined to prove that he can be useful.

Geralt catches his eye at one point and gives him a strange look.

“Do I have cement on my face?” Jaskier asks.

“No,” Geralt says, “you were just looking at me like…” He blows out a breath. “Never mind.”

Shit. Jaskier resolves to be more circumspect in future. He’s going to have to be if he’s going to last the winter here.

Of course, he’s circumspect to a point, but he still has to walk down the corridor past Geralt’s room that evening, his pulse picking up before he even gets close.

This time, the door is wide open, without even a hint of propriety. When Jaskier walks past, there’s absolutely no way he can avoid seeing Geralt naked on all fours on the bed, Lambert behind him using a handful of long hair to yank his head back.

“That’s it, moan for me like the slut you are,” Lambert hisses, slamming into Geralt with deep, hard thrusts. “You know you fucking want it.”

Geralt’s massive shoulders flex and sweat drips down his brow, and he moans in the most filthy way. His eyes are scrunched shut, but when Jaskier’s breath hitches Geralt’s eyes fly open, looking straight at him through the doorway.

Jaskier panics, because even if Geralt having noisy sex with the door open is a bit rich, that still doesn’t excuse his gawping.

But Geralt doesn’t look angry. In fact, he stares at Jaskier in a manner that can only be described as hungry. Jaskier’s heart pounds.

Behind Geralt, Lambert doesn’t let up. He does throw a smirk Jaskier’s way though. “Enjoying the show?” he drawls.

“I…” For perhaps the first time in his entire life, Jaskier is at a loss for words. “Erm.”

He can’t tear his eyes away from Geralt, the way his face is slack with pleasure and his cock hangs huge and heavy between his legs. He’s dribbling seed onto the bed and it might be the most obscene and compelling thing Jaskier has ever seen.

“Best ride this side of the Pontar,” Lambert says, letting go of Geralt’s hair to smack him on the arse. He catches Jaskier’s eye with a devilish grin. “Maybe you ought to have a go at him when I’m done.”

Geralt makes a reedy, whiny noise and comes, messily, spending himself over the bed and staring at Jaskier all the while.

Jaskier gasps. He blushes. Then he turns and runs back to his room as fast as his legs will carry him.

–

The day after that, Jaskier hides out in the library, fussing over the books without reading any of them. He can’t get the image of Geralt being fucked out of his head, and he can’t imagine what the hell Geralt had been thinking leaving the door open like that. Almost like he wanted to be seen. The idea makes Jaskier’s skin prickle.

Vesemir finds him in the library at midday, nodding politely and settling himself in an alcove to read a massive dusty tome on beast classification. Jaskier can’t sit still, worrying his lip between his teeth, wanting to ask for advice but unsure how to proceed.

“Out with it,” Vesemir says after a while, snapping his book shut. “Whatever you want to ask me.”

Oh. He is perceptive. “It’s, ahh, it’s about Geralt.”

Vesemir sighs. “What’s he done now?”

“Nothing! Well, nothing important. I just never realised he was so, umm, popular with the other Wolves.”

“You mean the fact he’s fucking all of them?”

Jaskier swallows wrong and coughs.

“Geralt has a lot of affection to give,” Vesemir says with a shrug. “Though gods know it’s hard to tell from that sour expression that’s always on his face.”

Jaskier fidgets. “And are you and he, you know… ?”

“No, little bard. He’s like a son to me.”

Jaskier lets out a breath. Thank the gods. He want sure he’d have been able to cope with that.

“Guess it’s just you and me being left out then,” he jokes.

Vesemir snorts. “Mmm. I’m sure.”

Jaskier has no idea what to make of that.

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Jaskier dithers about returning to his room that night. It’s not that he’s been avoiding Geralt, not exactly. It’s just that he’s not quite sure what to say to him so he’s arranged for himself to be elsewhere.

What do you say to your best friend when you’ve watched him being fucked and you both clearly enjoyed it?

Maybe it won’t be a problem. Maybe now Geralt has had three witchers on three consecutive nights he’ll be sated.

That doesn’t seem very likely. Jaskier catches himself hoping it’s not.

Eventually he caves, heading to his room through the drafty corridors and down the crumbling steps, his hands sweating as he approaches Geralt’s room.

This time, it’s quiet. No panting or whispered words or sounds of carnal activity. That’s the tiniest bit disappointing, if he’s honest.

The door is open though, candlelight spilling out onto the floor. He looks in as he passes and Geralt is lounging on his bed, wearing a loose shirt which for some godsforsaken reason is unbuttoned all the way down, and a pair of trousers tight enough to leave little to the imagination. Jaskier inhales sharply.

“Jaskier,” Geralt looks up, smiling coyly, and that’s an unnerving expression to see on his face. “I was hoping you’d pass by.”

“Oh? Right. Yes, well, here I am. And here you are. Though I see you’re, ahh, alone tonight.”

“Not any more. Not now you’re here.” Geralt’s eyes looks almost black in the flickering light.

“I suppose that’s technically true…”

“Did you like watching?” Geralt asks it so casually, like he’s discussing Jaskier’s wine preferences. “Last night, and the nights before?”

Jaskier swallows. He can’t very well deny it. “Yeah. I liked it.”

Geralt smirks. “I thought so. You want to watch again? Or, better yet, join in this time?”

It hadn’t even occurred to Jaskier that joining in could be an option. An image flashes through his mind: Geralt bend over, spreading himself for him, making those delicious noises as Jaskier warms him up. He feels light headed as all the blood in his body rushes southward. “You’d… like that?”

Geralt cups himself through his trousers, stroking the outline of his hardening cock through the fabric and making sure Jaskier sees what he’s doing. “I’d like that a lot.”

Jaskier is still standing in the doorway like an idiot when he hears footsteps and raucous laughter echoing down the corridor.

Eskel, Lambert and Coen come barreling toward Geralt’s room and Lambert gives him a wink. “Back again?” he asks Jaskier. “We were hoping you’d return.”

Coen claps him on the back. “Welcome to the team.”

They’re a team? Jaskier looks back to Geralt, who is leering at the four of them and playing with himself. Apparently, yup, they’re the let’s all fuck Geralt team now.

“Come on, Jask, don’t be shy,” Eskel smiles at him warmly. “I’ll show you how Geralt likes it. We’ll even let you go first.” Lambert scoffs at that but Eskel cuffs him round the back of the head. “Be polite to our guest for once in your life,” Eskel chides.

The three of them push past Jaskier and into the room, laughing and chatting, though Jaskier still stands frozen on the threshold. He looks back to Geralt, who has taken his dick out of his trousers and is ignoring the other wolves to stare at Jaskier.

“Are you sure?” Jaskier asks, quiet.

Geralt grins wickedly. “So very sure.”

Jaskier feels like he has been handed his life’s desires on a silver platter. His heart races, imagining everything he wants to do to Geralt, everything he can do now.

He takes a deep breath and steps into the room.

#ur local filth lord delivers #geraskier #geralt x lambert #and uhhh others #the witcher #anonymous #my writing #kaer morhen #nsfk #george replies

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smileybokuto · 4 years

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Written by Anonymous

This was written by an anonymous writer

Wc: 2.0K

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, sub/dom? (not really sure but we’ll toss it in) and swearing

Who: The I.F.L.Y Squad

a/n: it’s also so good!! Wth I wish i could write this well

The Soulmate Squad had just gotten back home from a lovely trip to the park. Bakugo had made them a bunch of food for a picnic and they all snuggled on a big blanket while enjoying themselves. As they were all having another one of the moments where they couldn’t stop complementing each other, Tamaki seemed out of it. He was giving compliments but being especially awkward about receiving them. When Y/N asked about this, he simply said “I d-don’t k-know. Y-you’re all j-just so b-beautiful.” Almost instantly, he was being covered in kisses by everyone else. They wouldn’t stop until he agreed that he was beautiful too.

After that, everyone but Tamaki joined a separate group chat and the plan began. When they got back, Toshi started with the little kisses on Tamaki’s neck that made him shiver and whimper just a little. Dabi smirked their way. “Does that feel nice, Tama?” The blush that was already forming on Tamaki’s face now made his entire face red all the way to his ears. He gave a little nod and Dabi walked over, starting to assault the other side of his neck with kisses. The two boys had to steady Tama when his legs almost gave out. Katsuki rolled his eyes and picked up Tama, “Dumbasses. Let’s take this to the bedroom.” After they had moved in together, a necessity was a big bedroom for a very big bed. Very gently, which was difficult for him, Suki laid Tama on the bed. Y/N started pulling off his shirt while Dabi rid him of his pants. All four of his soulmates’ hands were on him and he was filling the room with whimpers.

No one wanted to make a noise just so that they could hear the lewd ones already spilling from Tama’s mouth. Dabi and Toshi resumed their places on Tama’s neck, peppering kisses and gentle sucks. Every once in a while giving him a little nibble on the ear. Y/N ran their hands along his chest, watching him twitch at each movement of their fingers on him. Suki’s hands were both running along Tama’s thighs and kneading them gently. The closer he got to Tama’s cock, the louder the sweet boy’s noises were. Everyone else was still completely clothed and an already very stimulated Tama managed to scrounge some words together. “But..y-our…your…c-clothes.” Dabi gave Tama a soft kiss and smiled at him. “Don’t you worry. Tonight is all about you.” If Y/N could keep a sound in their brain forever it would be the noise Tama just made. They could see that Tama was already soaking through his boxers with pre cum. Leaking as he whimpered and writhed underneath them all. They hadn’t even touched his cock and he was already about to cum.

Suki pulled down the fabric covering Tama’s cock and smeared it with the precum until it was slick. He spit in his hand before palming the cock. Moving his hand in a slight twisting motion as he stroked. He focused at the base for the moment. “F-fuck!” Tama yelled and everyone gave him a look of surprise. Tama yelling and swearing? They would need to do this more often. The target of their onslaught started bucking into Suki’s hand to try and get a bit more release. Y/N’s hands held his hips down as they cover his chest in kisses and soft bites. The room was filled with the best noises any of the four had ever heard. Why weren’t they filming this? They should be filming this. All Y/N had to do was one little lick of the tip of Tama’s cock and he was gone. His whole body tensed up as he came. Messy and all over himself and the others. Dabi and Toshi left his neck alone to clean up the mess. Their tongues dragging across the ridges of his toned chest. Tama wasn’t buff but his body was still very toned under those baggy sweaters. Suki’s movements turned into ones of milking Tama’s cock. They all wanted every last drop.

For a moment, Tamaki actually thought it was over and that he could breathe. The group had other plans in mind. Suki’s hand started to move in a more steady stroke again and Tama gasped. “I…I…I…al-al-already c-c-came. I…I..c-can’t t-take anymore.” The movements stopped and Dabi smiled down at their sweet angel. “If you want us to stop all you have to say is our safe word or do our safe hand sign. Do you want us to stop?” Tama shook his head. “N..not…not r-really.” They all smiled over at him. Suki looked up at him, his cock still in hand. The view nearly made Tama cum again. “We’re serious. Just let us know if it’s too much and you want to stop. It’s okay if you want us to.” Toshi and Y/N nodded as well to reassure Tama. “I-I will.” A little buck of his hips into Suki’s hand was the confirmation they needed but the whiny little “P…please” from his lips sent them into a fury. They were going to get him to cum as many times as they could that night.

Toshi put two fingers into Tama’s gaping mouth. “Suck.” His cock twitched at the single word but he complied. Especially knowing what that meant. Soon enough the fingers were teasing at his tight little hole. Katsuki lifted Tamaki’s hips a bit to make it easier for Toshi. As Toshi pushed his fingers in, opening them and stretching him, Y/N lowered their mouth onto Tama’s throbbing and already sore cock. They synced their movements and the lewd look on Tama’s face was too much for Dabi. He moved off the bed and to the night stand. “Tama, condom?” Tama shook his head in response. “Mmm aren’t you a dirty boy tonight?” Dabi shed his clothes and moved over to the bed again. They all re positioned so that Tama could lay on Dabi’s chest, Dabi’s large hands pulling Tama’s knees up and splaying him open. Toshi moved his fingers out of Tama. Slowly, Y/N helped guide Dabi into Tama. They all made sure to slow their affections while Dabi entered Tama. They didn’t want him to tap out so quickly. Once Dabi bottomed out, Tama started convulsing again, another orgasm hitting him like a bus. Suki captured the tip of Tama’s cock just in time to suck it all down, milking him until he was dry once again. Toshi pouted at him. “Hey, I wanted some too.” Dabi chuckled. “Oh there will be plenty. We’re going to get everything he has.” Dabi used Tama’s knees to pull himself out and then slowly back in. Suki moved to Tama’s face and stole him into a sloppy kiss. Tamaki could taste himself and it was so naughty but he secretly loved it. Y/N moved to start another attack on Tama’s neck and ears. Toshi wrapped his hand around the delicate and twitching cock. As Dabi started speeding up his thrusts, everyone else intensified their motions too. Tama was bouncing between Toshi’s hand and Dabi’s cock and the noises he was making now should be illegal. Some of them muffled by Suki’s mouth too. Dabi hissed as he kept thrusting into Tama, grunting every time he bottomed out. He was being tortured by that tight little fluttering hole. He knew he wouldn’t be able to handle much more. Toshi’s hand cupping Tama’s balls made him clench so hard that Dabi went feral. He started thrusting hard and fast. The others moved away a bit to let Dabi go as hard as he could. Tama’s cock slapped his stomach as he bounced again and again. The other 3three stared at his face. Tongue lolled out to the side, drool covering his mouth, eyes crossed and clenched. It was enough to want to fuck that pretty little mouth. But tonight was about Tama. “Cum for me, you good little whore.” Dabi’s words sent Tama crashing into his third orgasm, taking Dabi with him. “You like being coated with my hot cum? You want me to breed into you? I’m gonna keep that big cock in there. Keep you stretched out for us. I want to keep my cum in there.” Dabi whispered harshly in Tama’s ear. “H-h-h-hol-I-oh.” Tama’s attempt at words was completely useless as Toshi and Y/N lapped up Tama’s cum, making sure to get their fill.

Dabi stilled to a stop inside him and left his cock there. Just to relax in him. Suki smiled over at Tama who was now almost completely incoherent. “Tama, is it okay if we keep going? Just do the hand sign if you want us to stop. It’s okay if you do. We love you.” The blissed out boy gave a thumbs up instead of their designated safe sign. They decided to have more than just a safe word, especially with Tama. Sometimes speaking was hard for him but especially during sex and they needed to make sure he could still communicate his consent. Dabi stayed inside Tama for a little while longer before gently pulling out, The four of them gently laid Tama on the bed again. Still completely speechless and writhing a little. The other three shed their clothes as well. “You’re sure?” Toshi said. Another thumbs up. “Y-y-yes. I…c-con-sent.” They knew they had to be a little more gentle now. He was so beyond spent at this point but he was still consenting and wanting even more. “Such a nasty slut, Tama. I bet you wish we could all be inside you at once. You’re such a naughty bitch” Suki hissed in Tama’s ear. Toshi and Y/N looked at each other with a questioning look. “Can I?” Y/N said. “I get next time.” Y/N nodded and moved over to Tama, straddling his lap. Tama never topped but is it really topping if you lay there and let someone impale themselves with you?

Y/N’s hole slipped over Tama’s cock. Their own body convulsing around it. For a tiny thing, Tama had a massive dick. Not as thick as some of the other’s but definitely the longest. Tama’s moans at this point were grotesque. Y/N gently fucked themselves with Tama’s cock as the others gave little now gentle kisses all over Tama. Toshi working on his legs and thighs, Suki on his chest and arms and Dabi on his neck and lips. Y/N had already been so turned on just from watching Tama go through this that they were nearing their own climax. The look of their gentle quiet boy so blissed out was the hottest thing in the entire world. Tama started bucking again and it was sending Y/N over the edge with him when Toshi reached around and started playing with Y/N. Rubbing their erogenous point. The flutters of Y/N’s orgasm starting sent Tama into his fourth and at this point he was completely shooting blanks. He was too far gone now and he winced when Y/N pulled off of him. Dabi grabbed their super fluffy blanket, Tama’s favorite and pulled it over to them all. Each of them was giving Tama soft kisses on the face. Suki left and got electrolyte drinks for everyone. Toshi grabbed some comfy loose clothes for everyone and started redressing Tama. Gently, Dabi lifted Tama and placed him under the covers with Y/N’s help. Toshi held the drink to Tama’s lips and pressed the straw into his mouth. “Rehydrate kitten.” Tama nodded as he drank and they all piled around him but made sure to give him space to breath. Once he was able to calm a bit more, Dabi pushed back his bangs. “Are you okay? Is there anything we can do?” His blissed out smile was enough to set all of their hearts aflame. “I w-would l-like that on m-m-my b-birthday.” They all chuckled. Suki leaned over and pressed a kiss on the sweet man’s cheek. “We will do that any time you want.” They all hummed in agreement before getting comfortable and getting the best night’s sleep ever.

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fangirltrash18 · 5 years

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Nothing Lasts Forever (g.d)

A/N- Hola mis amigos! Welcome to my second Grayson fic! I am so excited to write this I literally have jitters haha. I have been sitting around with this idea for like a week and I can’t wait to share it! Hope you all enjoy!

Warnings- angst, angst, ANGST (also drinking)

Summary- Being best friends with one of the biggest YouTube stars (as well as one of the worlds most eligible bachelors) isn’t as easy as it may seem, especially when you’re secretly in love with them. Through thick and thin you’ve been there for Grayson, but what happens when he falls in love with someone who’s not you?

Italics=flashback Normal=present

Have you ever loved someone so much that you would do anything in the world just so they can be happy? Well I have, and it kinda sucks.

Ok, ok let me give you some context so I don’t sound like a complete selfish bitch.

Grayson Dolan is my best friend. Yes, the Grayson Dolan. You may know him. Him and his twin, Ethan, are kind of a big deal around YouTube. Anyway, we’ve been glued to the hip since pre school and have grown up together. I got to witness first hand his ride to fame and all his triumphs, on and off the internet. I also witnessed his mental struggles the fame brought, the death of his beloved father, among other things that brought him down.

Just as I was there for him, he was there for me. Through all my highs and lows, he was right beside me to guide me and be my voice of reason.

The thing with friendships and people is, they grow and become richer with time. They blossom into something so beautiful and amazing that nothing can ever ruin them.

Or so it feels like.

It’s funny how within such a small amount of time, you can go from having everything, to nothing. Almost like you’re entire past, present, and future is pulled right out from under you, leaving you with that deep feeling of emptiness.

That’s how I feel now as I lay on my couch, reminiscing about “the good old days”.

My vision is blurry from the hours worth of tears and my nose is so raw from all the tissues, it hurts to sniffle.

It was hard to believe that only hours ago I was as happy as could be.

“Grayson s-sto-stop!” I laughed and tried to wiggle away from his deadly tickles.

“What’s the magic word?” He asked and continued his harmless assault. I tried several times to get the simple ‘please’ to come out of my mouth but only loud laughs escaped instead.

“G-gray-grayson p-please!”I cried. The moment that word left my mouth the tickle attack stopped. I laid sprawled halfway on the couch while I caught my breathe. Grayson just stared and laughed at my distressed state. “You are an asshole, I hope you know.” I said, only halfway joking.

“Aw, you know you love me.” He smiled and ruffled my hair. Giggling, I swatted his hand away and stuck my tongue out. It was true, I loved him. But not in the way I was supposed to.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I mumbled and slid onto the floor next to him. He laughed and nudged my shoulder. “So what do you wanna do tonight?” I asked. He hummed as he thought.

“I don’t know. You want to go see a movie? Or we could just go get sushi.” He suggested.

“Mmm sushi sounds so good.” I moaned.

“Okay perfect, sushi it is!” He exclaimed and jumped up. He lowered his arms and helped pull me up from the floor.

“Cool. I’m going to go home and change. Meet there in like an hour?”

“Sounds good to me.” He shrugged and walked me to the door. I waved goodbye and hopped into my car. Tonight was going to be a good night, I could feel it.

I was finally going to do it. I was going to tell him I loved him.

But it wasn’t a good night. Not at all. All plans I had of enjoying a night out with my best friend and confessing my biggest secret were crushed with a single phone call.

I was ruffling through my closet when I heard my phone ring across the room. I stopped fussing with the clothes and went to see who was calling. It was Grayson.

I immediately picked it up and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N/N, um I’m sorry to do this but I have to cancel our sushi plans.”

“Oh no, what’s going on?” I couldn’t help the ache in my chest hearing him cancel.

“Well I sorta forgot that I promised E I would hang out with him tonight and help him edit since he’s behind before I made plans, and now he’s on my ass.” He sounded distant which was weird, almost as if he was hiding something. But I ignored it and took him for his word. Stupid mistake.

“Oh, okay don’t worry about it. We can just do it another night.” I said and sat down on the corner of my bed.

“Again, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine Gray, don’t stress about it.” I said trying to not sound disappointed.

“Thanks Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, his voice hopeful.

“Of course.”

“Okay cool, bye Y/N.”

“Bye Gray.”

The line went dead and I sat the phone down beside me. I felt a little upset that I wouldn’t be seeing Grayson that night but I understood why he couldn’t come.

Sighing, I got up from the bed and grabbed a casual dress from the floor where I had thrown it. I slipped it on and put on a little makeup. Just because Grayson couldn’t come, didn’t mean that I couldn’t still go get sushi.

By the time I had finished getting ready and driving to the restaurant I was starving.

I felt a little odd sitting alone but in a way it was kind of nice. I didn’t have to worry about what to say next or anything. It was cool just being on a date with myself. I ate in peace and occasionally scrolled through Instagram, just enjoying my time.

I wasn’t until I heard a familiar voice from the table beside me that I felt uneasy.

“I’ll take a water, what do you want babe?” It was unmistakably Grayson’s voice. I turned my head to see him sitting with a gorgeous woman who definitely wasn’t Ethan. I felt my chest tighten and my stomach drop.

He lied to me. He canceled on our plans to take another girl out.

I grabbed my purse and threw a $50 bill on the table, knowing that that would cover it and leave a handsome tip. I stood up slowly and began walking to the door as casually as possible.

I kept my head down and my strides long and somewhat quick. Thankfully I got to the entrance without notice. I turned to look at him and his date but caught his eye instead. His face paled and his shoulders tended. I just looked at him and shrugged, not really knowing what else to do, before I opened the door and left.

As soon as I was outside I couldn’t help the tears that came. I covered my mouth, trying to quiet the sobs that jolted my body.

“Y/N!” Grayson’s voice called from behind me. Instead of acknowledging him I just sped up. I could tell he was running to catch up which only made me speed up my pace. “Y/N, wait please.” I felt his hand grab onto my shirt to stop me.

Anger boiled in veins and what happened next shocked both of us.

“Grayson just stop!” I yelled and pulled away from him. “You lied to me! Why couldn’t you have just told me the truth and saved me a little less heartbreak?” Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I waited for him to answer.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He whispered. I scoffed and shook my head.

“Bull shit Grayson. You should have just told me the truth. You didn’t want to hang out tonight because you had a date. I get it Gray, you got other priorities, that’s fine. You just shouldn’t have lied to me about them.” His eyes held so much guilt it made my heart ache for him, but at the same time it made me even angrier. “And you wanna know something?” I asked, wanting to finally free myself of all my pent up emotions. He looked at me almost as if he knew what I was about to say. “I was going to tell you I loved you tonight.” I whispered, the anger giving way to more sadness.

“Y/N... I cant. I’m in love with someone else.” I looked away from him and tried to stop the tears. “But you’re my best friend Y/N and I-”

“Gray please, don’t do that.” I said and sniffled. He sighed and took a step closer. He wrapped me in his arms and hugged me close. But it wasn’t the kind of hug I wanted. It was an ‘I’m sorry for you’ hug. One that told me everything I needed to know. I was and always would be considered just a friend.

I forced myself away from his embrace and lightly pushed him away.

“I’m going to go Gray.” I whispered, knowing that after I left nothing was going to be the same between us again.

“Okay.” He said and looked down at my pathetic state.

“Have fun.” I turned around and walked off with the knowing that I just lost my best friend.

Now I’m here, on my couch polishing off a bottle of cheap vodka, tear stained cheeks and tissues littering the floor. I know I over reacted and I hate myself for being so stupid. I screwed up the best thing in my life and there’s no way I’ll be able to get that back. Not with the way I acted. More sobs leave my mouth as I pondered on the thought.

My phone buzzes next to me on the coffee table. I know it’s Grayson calling for the millionth time so I don’t even bother to look at it. I can’t talk to him tonight. Especially with how much alcohol I’ve had over the past few hours.

It’s a bad habit I’ve always had, drinking to numb the pain. Grayson was always there to help curve the urge and break the habit. But now he’s the reason I’m shit faced.

I know I shouldn’t be mad, but I am. I’m a mad, jealous mess and there’s nothing I can do about it. Sure I could bottle it all up and go apologize, but I’d still have to endure seeing him be happy with the girl he loved.

I should have seen thins coming, should have expected it. But I was too wrapped up in my own fantasy that I was blind to notice my best friend fall for someone else. I was blind to all the times he would check his phone when I was around him. I was blind to how he would want to do things less and less. Blind to how “busy” he’d gotten.

Like I said, people grow and sometimes not in the way you want them to. Grayson grew away from me and I didn’t even notice until it was too late.

Now, it’s time for me to grow. To confirm to the change that had taken over my life. Nothing lasts forever, it’s all just temporary; experiences to learn from and memories to cherish.

#grayson dolan imagine #ethan dolan imagine #dolan twins #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #grayson dolan fanfic #ethan dolan fanfic #dolan twins fanfic #angst #dolan tuesday

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this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms · 5 years

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Secret {Lab Rats: Elite Force}

Requested: Hey, hope you're taking Lab Rats Elite Force asks if not I'm sorry just ignore this, but I wanted to request a Kas x reader where they're secretly dating (because of Chase's comment on the group dynamic if any of them dated) but the others are slowing finding out one by one, like how they'd find out and who'd be first? Thank you in advance babes!

Pairing: Kaz x Reader

Warnings: Minor mature scene (because I couldn’t help it), few swears (again, because I couldn’t help it)

Words: 4.3K

A/N: One out of many, many requests done :)

You sighed in content as you basked in the silence, fingers running through Kaz’s hair who laid his head on your lap. It was one of those rare moments where you got time to yourselves and you could just enjoy it without interference. The rest of the team had gone to bed while you and Kaz had opted to stay up for another hour or so. Much to Chase’s annoyance, he thought that every team member should get adequate sleep in order to perform well on missions. Not that anyone really cares half the time but this time everyone was just tired from today’s mission. And it gave you the opportunity to spend time together without anyone seeing.

Here’s the thing, you and Kaz were dating, secretly, because you didn’t want to risk ruining the team’s dynamic, as Chase put it. Although you would never break up with Kaz, you were way to in love with him to do that. You just didn’t want things to be weird with the group, and you didn’t want to deal with Chase’s nagging. Besides, it felt nice to just have this between the two of you without interruptions, without worry of any sort of judgement. Living with other people meant you hardly ever had any secrets to yourself.

You glanced down and saw Kaz had his eyes closed, your fingers still weaving through his soft hair. He absolutely loved when you did that, it always calmed him down. It was so peaceful being here with you, no missions, no loud noises, just peace and quiet. You cracked a small smile at how content he looked, you were happy that the two of you could just be here like this.

“I can feel you staring,” He mumbled sleepily.

“I can’t help it that you’re cute,” You replied, smiling wider.

“Fair enough,” He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes and removed your hand from his hair, flicking him lightly on the forehead. “Hey!” He cried, eyes opening. “I was really enjoying this.”

“You were getting a little too cocky for my liking. Anyway, we should probably get going to bed,” You told him.

“No! Ten more minutes, we hardly get time to ourselves,” He whined.

“I know but we have training tomorrow and if we’re tired, Chase’ll definitely bitch about it. Also, someone could come down at any minute and see us,” You said.

“I know but can’t we just have five more minutes?” He asked, giving you his puppy dog eyes.

You could never resist those eyes, you gave in quickly and he gave a little cheer before reaching up to kiss you. You leaned into the kiss, fingers once again finding his soft hair, his hand resting on the nape of your neck. He moaned lightly into the kiss, loving the feeling of your fingers raking through his hair and gently messaging his scalp. He broke the kiss, almost whimpering when his head lost contact with your fingers again. He sat up and leaned against the couch, reaching over to grab your hand before pulling you to straddle his lap. You hummed in amusement and wrapped your arms around his neck, knowing exactly where this was heading. You leaned in and kissed him once more, hands playing with the hair on the back of his head. You heard another low moan come from him, his hands on your waist gave a gentle squeeze which earned a whimper from you. You shifted on his lap to sit more comfortably, unintentionally drawing out a low growl from Kaz. His grip on your hips tightened and he held you tightly against him, moving his hips against yours. Okay, now you were very excited but you couldn’t just do something like this out in the open, you could get caught.

You tried breaking away from the kiss but he just brought you back in, his soft lips were very enticing. And when he slipped his tongue in your mouth, well you turned into putty in his hold. Yeah you were definitely going to this here, besides everyone’s asleep, there was no way you’d get caught.

“Woah, that’s something I never wanna see again,” A voice exclaimed.

The two of you jumped away from each other, you both looked like deer caught in headlights. Bree stood in front on you two, hand covering her eyes to block what you two were doing. Shit, how were you going to explain this to her?

“W-We can explain!” You exclaimed.

“What? That you two were just making out?” Bree said, eyebrows raised and finger pointing back and forth between you two.

“Yeah pretty much,” Kaz replied in defeat, there was no getting out of this one.

“You can’t say anything, please,” You pleaded.

“Why not? Yeah, it’s pretty gross seeing you two lip-locking but what’s the big deal?” She asked.

“Well we don’t know how the team’ll react and we didn’t want to mess with the dynamic. And we didn’t want to deal with Chase,” Kaz explained.

“Fair enough with the Chase reason but the rest of us? I don’t really think it’s a big deal and you two seem cute together. Also I was waiting for this to happen, you two are way too into each other,” Bree said, shrugging her shoulders.

“Really? Wait, are we that obvious?” You questioned.

“To me you were, but I noticed these things,” She told you.

“Okay, fair enough. But just don’t tell anyone, not yet at least, please?” You pleaded again.

“Sure, I’ll keep your secret until you’re ready. But this, what you were doing, not happening,” She said, reminding you that she had caught you making out.

“Also fair, we’ll go to bed now,” Kaz replied.

She didn’t move, knowing full well that if she left, the two of you were no doubt going to pick up where you left off. I mean, she wasn’t wrong, Kaz had full intentions of bring you back on his lap and kiss you for as long as he could. You heard him sigh in slight disappointment before he got up, you followed along. He grabbed your hand and the two of you headed off to your bedrooms, Bree following close along, completely forgetting why she had come downstairs. Kaz gave you a quick kiss before you two parted to your bedrooms. It made Bree jokingly gag, earning a glare from the two of you.

Relief surged through your entire being when Chase finally dismissed training, you were in dire need of a shower. You loved being a superhero but it was exhausting, especially when Chase liked to push you guys. His excuse being that you needed to be ready for anything, although true, you had a good grip on your powers. You lingered down in mission command with Kaz, everyone else headed up for their much needed showers. Before she left, Bree gave you a knowing look, reminding you to keep it PG. You rolled had rolled your eyes at her and ushered her out, wanting alone time with your boyfriend.

You were both sweaty so that made it less gross when he wrapped his arms around your waist and yours around his neck. He gave you a goofy smile before leaning down to kiss you gently. You sighed in content when he pulled away, you loved these little moments you shared with Kaz.

“I love you,” You said.

“I love you too,” He replied, wearing that same goofy smile you adored.

“So, wanna get food and then see a movie?” You asked.

“Absolutely, but first we shower,” He responded.

“Definitely, you stink,” You joked, pulling away.

“You’re one to talk, you smell terrible,” He mocked back.

“I’ll have you know I always smell like roses, you on the other hand,” You scoffed.

“Like rotting roses. And I always smell great,” He continued to joke.

“Just go shower, you dork,” You said, pushing him towards the hyperlift.

You walked into the living room, fresh and clean and one of your best casual outfits. You didn’t want to give away suspicion by being overly dressed, your teammates were sure to ask questions. Kaz was sitting on the couch, on his phone, patiently waiting for you. You smiled widely and walked over to him, nudging his leg with your foot to get his attention.

“Ready?” You asked.

“Yup,” He said, getting up from the couch.

“Where you two headed?” You heard someone ask.

You turned to the source of the voice and looked at Oliver who was standing in the kitchen. “We were just thinking about getting a bite to eat.”

“Oh cool, I’m starving,” He said, inviting himself along.

“Yeah sure, why don’t we bring everyone else along,” You muttered, kind of upset that he decided to tag along.

“That’s a good idea, I’m sure they’re hungry too,” He cheered, grinning widely before walking off to get the others.

“That’s awesome, you go do that,” You mumbled in fake glee.

“Awe, it won’t be so bad,” Kaz said, wrapping his arm around your waist in an attempt to cheer you up.

“I know but I want to be alone with you,” You looked up at him and pouted.

“We’ll get plenty of alone time,” He replied before leaning down to kiss you sweetly.

You smiled through the kiss, no longer feeling as upset as before because he was right. You pulled away after a couple of moments and then rested your head on his shoulder. You had your arms wrapped around his torso and his around you, hands resting on your lower back.

“They said they’re down,” You heard Oliver say, coming back into the living room. “Woah, what’s going on here?”

You broke away from Kaz in a hurry, mostly because Oliver’s sudden appearance scared you a bit. You stared at him in defeat, you didn’t have an excuse in mind. How is it that two of your teammates have discovered you in less than two days?

“We’re dating,” You said bluntly, lacing your fingers with Kaz’s.

“Really? When did this happen? How come I didn’t know?” He asked, waving his hands around in a frenzy.

“Yeah really,” Kaz answered casually, nodding his head like his best friend wasn’t freaking out about this.

“And we haven’t really told anyone because well we didn’t know how you’d react,” You continued.

“What’d you mean? Skylar and I are together and everyone’s cool with it,” He said, not understanding the big deal.

“Well, everyone expected that. But we just didn’t want to change anything in the team’s dynamic, I mean two couples on the team,” You told him.

“Okay, fair enough, but I don’t think it’s weird, I’m in shock yeah, but not weird. And now we can double date!” He cheered.

“Yeah, that’s not happening,” Kaz said, nodding his head with a disdain look on his face.

“And only you and Bree know because she found out yesterday,” You explained. “And you have to keep it a secret.”

“Okay, I won’t say anything, but the double date offer still stands,” He said.

“Who’s going on a double date?” Someone asked.

The others had come into the living room now, they were all ready to get go food. “Ah, I said if Kaz ever gets a girlfriend, we can go on a double date.” Oliver covered, turning around to face the others.

“And I said no. Anyway, let’s go eat!” Kaz replied, walking towards the door to leave.

They shrugged and followed along, you and Bree walked together. “So, he knows?” She asked in a hushed tone.

“Yup, saw us together,” You answered.

She nodded in okay and that was the end of that conversation, not wanting to say more and accidently out you two.

Even though it wasn’t just you and Kaz together, lunch was still enjoyable with your friends. Although it didn’t stop you from holding Kaz’s hand under the table. You wondered if the two of you could sneak away and catch that movie. You could’ve, had your friends not suggested they do something else after lunch. Maybe you should just tell them about your relationship, at least then you could get some alone time.

You were back walking around in the city, you and Kaz stayed in the back while your friends threw suggestions around on what to do. You were kind of happy because they were distracted from the two of you. It gave you the opportunity to discretely hold Kaz’s hand without them knowing. It didn’t last long because Skylar looked back at the two of you. You pulled your hand away before she could notice and gave her a sweet smile which she returned.

“Do you guys wanna try an escape room?” She asked.

“Oh, sounds fun but Chase would probably solve and ruin it in a matter of seconds. No offense,” You replied.

“None take cause you’re not wrong. Which is why I suggested we go to the Science Museum,” He said.

“Not a chance,” Kaz replied.

“We could go to arcade,” Oliver suggested.

“Now that sounds fun,” Kaz agreed.

“I’m in,” You said.

“Me too,” Bree concurred.

“Okay, that does sound fun,” Chase said, giving in.

“Then it’s settled,” Oliver cheered.

Once again you weren’t exactly alone with each other but it made it easier to sneak around. When you got there, Bree suggested the six of you break into teams; the classic girls vs boys. Oliver suggested three teams of two, mainly because he wanted to be on a team with Skylar. You didn’t understand why everything had to be competition between them all. Nonetheless, you teamed up with Kaz because he’s your boyfriend of course. And that left Bree and Chase as a team, which they didn’t mind, already boasting that they’d be victorious.

It was fun, for a while the two of you were coming in lead before being surpassed by Oliver and Skylar. But they were soon surpassed by Bree and Chase who you had to admit were the two most competitive people you’ve ever met. I mean after they stopped fighting and actually listening to each other’s ideas, they were crushing it. Eventually they beat you all by many, many points so you just declared them the winners. And after that, you guys just decided to play for fun with whoever. This gave you the perfect opportunity to be alone with Kaz and the two of you snuck away before the others could notice. But not even seconds after you were alone, Kaz got distracted by a claw machine and became determine to get something.

You rolled your eyes at him but nonetheless joined him. There were a couple of times he came close to getting something. And you would groan in frustration with him whenever the prize slipped through the claw.

“Hey, I’m going to the bathroom, be right back,” You said, placing a kiss on his cheek before you left.

When you came out of the bathroom, your boyfriend was there, patiently waiting for you. He looked at you with an innocent smile, standing straight with his hands behind his back. That made you suspicious, usually when he looked like that, he’d done something he didn’t want you to know about.

“Kaz… what did you do?” You asked cautiously.

His smile turned into a frown. “Why do you assume I did something?”

“Uh because that’s the same look you gave me when you broke my tablet last month,” You answered.

“That was an accident. Anyway, I wanted to give you this,” He said, pulling out a plush penguin and handing it to you.

“Oh my god, its so cute. Thank you, best boyfriend ever,” You hugged him tightly, arms wrapping around his torso.

“Anything for you,” He replied, hugging back just as tightly.

“We should probably find the other before one of them accidentally finds us,” You said after pulling away.

He agreed and the two of you left to find your friends which wasn’t that hard since you all kind of met halfway.

“There you guys are, where were you and why’d you sneak off?” Skylar asked, confused look on her face.

“We got distracted by a claw machine,” You answered smoothly.

Chase immediately got into a rant on how to easily beat a claw machine which made you all groan and walk away. He chased right after you all, calling you all out for so easily ditching him. Bree made some snarky joke about him being a nerd which made you stifle a laugh into the back of your hand. Chase scoffed and mumbled something under his breath, probably something about being superior. You went home shortly after, deciding that you had enough fun for the day.

You had dinner at home and then watched a couple of movies for the duration of the night. The lights were off which was great, you and Kaz were occupying a couch. Skyler and Oliver had the other and Chase and Bree sat on the floor, hogging the popcorn. With the lights off, it made it easier to cuddle without worrying about the others seeing. When it hit eleven o’clock, Chase called it quits and ushered everyone off to bed, which made you all groan. It was only eleven but he argued his usual point, you all needed to be sharp and alert in case they get called into a mission.

You sighed and broke away from Kaz before the lights came back on and they saw you two being extra friendly towards each other. The tv was shut off and the glasses and bowls were cleared before everyone started heading off to bed. You and Kaz lingered back a bit, making sure everyone was out of sight. You stayed on the couch for a bit, Kaz laying on his back while you lied on top of him. Once again, night time was one of the few times a day you got to yourselves. You had your head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat which, due to his powers, was beating at an irregular pace. You closed your eyes, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, and before you knew it, you fell asleep.

Kaz glanced down to see you fast asleep, finding you incredibly adorable when you’re asleep. He couldn’t bring himself to walk you up and simply draped a blanket over the two of you, falling asleep soon after. This wasn’t the first time the two of you ended up asleep on the couch together. Whenever that happened, one of you always made sure to get up before the others did. This time, however, both of you forgot about that and were woken up by someone else. Kaz woke up first when he felt someone shake the two of you awake. In front of him stood Skylar, hands on her hips as she looked at the two of you with a questioning look. He looked at her and then back to you, who was still sound asleep, and then back up to her.

“Yeah, if you're wondering what this is, it’s exactly what it looks like,” Kaz said.

“You know I had a feeling you two were together,” She said, confirming her own suspicions. “But, why are you guys keeping it a secret?”

“Because, Chase made that whole ‘it’ll ruin the team dynamic if any of us were to date’ speech. We didn’t want anything to change within the team,” He explained.

“Nothing changed when Oliver and I started dating, why would if be different with you guys?” She asked bewildered.

“Mmm, because we all expected that,” You mumbled sleepily. “What time is it?”

“It’s actually still pretty early and the others are still asleep, so you’re in the clear,” Skylar said, knowing what you were thinking.

“Doesn’t really matter now because now the only person who doesn’t know is Chase but we might as well just tell him,” You told her.

“Wait, I’m third to find out? Who found out first? If it was Oliver I swear to god,” She huffed.

“No it was Bree, and believe me, you did not want to be the first,” Kaz said.

You turned red as you remembered the night Bree caught you two making out. In your defense, it was all Kaz’s fault, and that sarcastic look you gave him told him just that. He had a smug look on his face, clearly proud of his actions from a couple nights ago. You stuck your tongue out at him before getting up, stretching and popping your joints. Kaz sat up, same smug smile still on his face, you just rolled your eyed at him and walked away to get ready for the day. You headed straight to the shower while you saw Kaz lie back down.

After you finished showering and getting ready, you headed back downstairs, running into Bree along the way. Downstairs, Oliver and Chase were also up now, having breakfast with Skylar and Kaz. You walked over to the kitchen to make yourself a bowl of cereal before taking a seat next to Kaz. Bree came soon after and joined you guys at the table. Now that pretty much everyone knew about your relationship, you openly grabbed his hand that was resting on the table. He looked a bit surprised but fully supported your intentions. Guess now was as good a time as ever to officially announce your relationship, and you really wanted to see what kind of reaction you’d get out Chase.

“So, um, I guess we should officially say that Kaz and I are dating,” You spoke, looking over at Kaz with a gentle smile.

“What? Wait, when did this happen?” Chase asked, showing the reaction you expected.

“Oh, about time, I was wondering how long you guy would keep this a secret,” Bree said, smiling widely.

“You knew? Who else knew?” Chase wondered.

“I did,” Oliver answered.

“Me too, found out like an hour ago actually,” Skylar told him.

“What? How come I was last to know?” He asked frantically.

“Because, it’s funny when you’re the last to know,” Kaz quipped.

“Haha, hilarious. But seriously, why’d you hide it?” Chase questioned.

“Well when you said that team members shouldn’t date because it would mess with our team’s vibe, it made us cautious. We didn’t want that to happen so we decided to just be together in secret,” You explained.

“Okay, that’s my fault. But I was wrong, when Skylar and Oliver started dating, nothing changed. I mean sure they had a few fights on missions but it all worked out in the end. So there’s nothing wrong with you two dating,” He told you.

You smiled when you heard that, that’s exactly what you needed. You looked back at Kaz, smile widening now that you didn’t have to be so secretive.

“Great, now that that’s out of the way. How did this even happen?” Bree asked, point at the two of you.

“Ah well, I can answer that,” Kaz started. “It was before the final battle between us and Rodissius. I knew that there was a great chance that we wouldn’t survive and I didn’t want to go out without telling {Name} how I felt about her,” Kaz told them, squeezing your hand.

You scooted closer to him and leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder. You remembered that day like it was yesterday, one of your favorite memories. The six of you were all beaten and bruised, completely exhausted from all the fighting. Rodissius had kidnapped Chase in the hopes of getting his powers back, like he did with Skylar. But in doing so, he set off the final battle between both sides. There was no way your team was letting him get his powers back, and you would do everything in your will to make sure it didn't happen. But it was a battle you weren’t sure who would come out of it alive. Before you all left to rescue Chase and defeat Rodissius, Kaz pulled you aside.

“Look {Name}, this is going to be our hardest battle yet and we might not make it alive,” He said seriously.

There were few times you’ve ever seen Kaz so serious, and you always hated it. It always meant that the situation was very dire and right now you just needed some positivity. “Kaz, don’t say that, everything will be-”

“We don’t know that but just in case, I wanna do this before we die,” He said.

Before you could say anything, he placed his hand on your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. Your eyes widened in surprise but they soon closed, and you kissed back. You never in a million years thought that Kaz would feel the same way you do, and here he was proving you wrong. The kiss ended too soon in your opinion but it had been the damn best kiss you’ve ever had.

“I’m so glad you feel the same way, otherwise that would’ve been so awkward,” He spoke after a few seconds.

You laughed a little, his humor always cheered you up when you needed it. “Yeah, lucky you. But we have to believe that everything’ll be fine, okay?”

“Yeah but, you know, just in case,” He replied, once again kissing you.

“Kaz that’s so sweet,” Skylar awed. “Also that was 7 months ago, how’d you two manage to keep it a secret that long?”

You both shrugged because honestly you don’t know, in the beginning you half expected everyone to find out within a month. But hey, at least now you could openly show your boyfriend affection. You looked up at him and gave him a sweet peck on his lips, earning groans from the others.

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Beneath the Amber Moon, Part 2 (Galactica AU Group Fic) – TheDane & Veronica

Heyyy!! Welcome to Part 2 of “Beneath the Amber Moon,” a group fic set in the Galactica Universe. Click here for Part 1and here for some background on this AU.

We hope you enjoy! Let us know what you think!

Summary: Day 2. Courtney shows up at the resort, throwing a wrench into Fame’s plans, and Violet continues to avoid all the tropical fun.

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COURTNEY: Omg finally here. I thought I was gonna die on that helicopter.

ADORE: YAY!!! I can’t wait to see you!!! I’ll be back in like 4 hours. Ish.

COURTNEY: WHAT?!

ADORE: I’m on a boat. It’s a long story. Pity me.

COURTNEY: Adore! You’re leaving me alone with these jackals?! I did not agree to that!

ADORE: Calm down, everyone loves you.

COURTNEY: What about B?!

ADORE: Especially B…;)

COURTNEY: ADORE

COURTNEY: THIS IS NOT FUNNY

ADORE: Chillax bro. It’s a vacation. Go get some lunch and a cocktail and I’ll see your sweet ass later when this hellride is over.

COURTNEY: UGHH

ADORE: TELL ME ABOUT IT

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Raja closed the door behind her. The nannies had brought the twins along for midday activities, something Raven had taken advantage of straight away to get some alone time in their bungalow. Raja saw Raven, her wife in the middle of the bed, the sheets barely covering her, her leg tugged up so Raja could see the ass she had fallen in lust with, Raven still plush and plum. Raja walked over, pushing her childrens toys aside with her feet before she sat down on the bed, Raven walking at the dip.

“Mmh?”

“Hello sleeping beauty.”

Raja smirked and leaned down, catching Raven’s lips in a kiss.

“Do I have to get up?” Raven’s eyes were still closed, though she did move closer to Raja, holding her hand out so her wife could take it, intertwining their fingers.

“We’re the only ones here.” Raja ran her free hand through Raven’s hair, the black longs almost at her hips after she had stopped modeling. “You look a mess.”

“Don’t try me, I don’t have a hair out of place bitch.”

Raja smiled. “Of course.” Raven opened her eyes, a snort coming from her, telling Raja she clearly didn’t believe a word she was saying.

“I’m effortless.”

“Your lips and the bill I paid for them says something else my darling.” Raja smirked, her hand coming from Raven’s hair to capture her lip with her thumb. Raven moaning at the touch, though she started sucking right away just like she knew Raja liked it. “Not that I’m complaining. They are worth every penny.” Raja released her, unbuttoning her top. “These too.”

“They turned out pretty good, right?”

“You may not be effortless. But you are perfection.”

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Fame opened the door to the sauna. She had been fretting about having anything done to her face while in Brazil, worried they would ruin her hard work, but as Karl had laughed straight in her face, telling her it couldn’t get any worse, she had decided to give it a chance and she was more than pleased with herself that she had. She dropped her robe, the heat already getting to her.

“Hi.”

Fame turned, spotting Patrick who was sitting in nothing but a towel, his skin damp and shiny, his hair wet too.

“What are you doing in here?” Fame smiled. She had been wondering where her husband had gone to, Patrick disappearing during breakfast.

“Taking a break.” Fame sat down next to Patrick, the hot wood nearly burning her skin, but Fame had always liked an edge of pain. “Think I had a little too much to drink, so I figured I’d come here.”

Fame nodded. It wasn’t an abnormality for their group of friends to always be at least buzzed whenever they were all together, alcohol taking the place of the harder drugs they used to snort.

“It’s nice.”

Patrick moved his arm, and Fame leaned into him, their skin sticking to each other, but she didn’t mind.

“So...how do you feel?”

“Good.”

“Really?” Fame could feel Patricks huff of laughter. “I hadn’t expected that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fame sat up, looking at her husband.

“Nothing, I’m very proud of you. Seems like all the therapy has really made a difference, huh?”

“Patrick, what are you talking about, tell me right now or I’ll-”

“Oh.” Patrick’s eyebrows shot up, a flash of fear and then concern filling his face. “You don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?” Fame could feel her anxiety rising with each nanosecond.

“It’s fine, love.” Patrick moved slightly, his body clearly betraying the calm in his words. “It’s just that, um...Courtney is coming. Adore mentioned it to me at breakfast. I thought-”

Fame stared at him blankly for a few seconds before asking, “Courtney Act? Why on earth would Courtney Act be coming?”

“It seems that Adore invited her-”

“Well, uninvite her! I don’t want her here for my birthday!”

“Fame.” Patrick put a hand on her leg, clearly trying to calm her down which only made her panic more. “It’ll be fine. Things have been over with Bianca for years. I’m sure everyone can be civil.”

“Civil isn’t good enough! I want my friends here, my best friends, my family! Courtney doesn’t belong in that.”

“I’d disagree.”

“She’s not family.”

“Really? Because if you ask me, having someone you can’t get rid of because someone you love loves them? That’s pretty much the definition of family.” Patrick squeezed Fame’s thigh. “Remember my Aunt Katherine at our wedding?”

“Courtney is nothing like Aunt Katherine.”

“No, but she’s coming, and you’ll have to deal with it. I promise it’ll be alright.”

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Courtney stood in the middle of the room, biting her lip. She had showered, changed, and spent a half hour unpacking - which was unusual. Normally she’d just live straight out of a suitcase for a week, but somehow right now, she was feeling anxious about going to join the group without Adore. Although...the water did look beautifully crystal blue, and it would be awfully nice to feel the sand under her feet.

She stepped outside onto her deck, breathing in the salty sea air, closing her eyes. She’d wrapped on her latest film project less than a week ago, and then spent 3 days in the recording studio, and this vacation was just the most perfect timing.

Even if she hadn’t fully thought through the idea of being in paradise with her ex.

Her ex, who she hadn’t seen in two years, who she still dreamed about, secretly hoping that something would bring them together again one day. No matter how many brilliant and beautiful women she met, how many times Courtney tried, her heart had never fully healed, never fully let go of Bianca.

Bianca, who happened to walk past her open window at the exact moment Courtney opened her eyes. Topless, breasts on full and glorious display as she dropped her towel and tied on a bathing suit. Courtney gulped.

She hadn’t realized how much her pulse was racing until Bianca stepped out of her bungalow a few minutes later, sunglasses in hand. Their eyes finally met, Courtney holding her breath in anxious anticipation. She wasn’t sure how Bianca felt about her being here, and she was fairly certain that the responsible thing would have been to check in before booking her room. But of course, she hadn’t done that. She’d let Adore handle everything.

Now, seeing Bianca’s face, she was 100% positive that she made the wrong decision. Bianca looked like she’d seen a ghost, her face turning nearly white, eyes bulging.

Shit. Courtney offered a sheepish little wave.

It took Bianca a few moments, but then she composed herself and strolled forward, the skirt of her maxi dress fluttering behind her.

Courtney leaned over the railing.

“Hey there…”

“Uh, hi.” Bianca looked up at Courtney with a puzzled expression. “What, uh...what are you doing here? I mean, sorry, I-”

“They didn’t tell you I was coming, did they?”

“Nope.”

Courtney cringed a little.

"I'm...Really sorry. Adore asked me to come, and she's my best friend, and we haven’t seen each other since-”

“No, don’t be sorry. I’m just...surprised. Um, come here.”

Bianca climbed the steps to give her a brief, awkward hug. As much as she tried to resist following Courtney and every one of her career moves, it was nearly impossible. So Bianca, along with everyone else alive on the planet, was well aware that she’d just finished shooting a sequel to Wonder Woman, as Supergirl.

Even from that quick hug, Bianca could feel how ridiculously buff she’d gotten. She gulped, searching for something else to say. Something that wasn’t ‘pick me up and throw me.’

“I knew this was a bad idea,” Courtney said. "She said everyone was cool with it, but obviously-"

“Don’t be silly,” Bianca said quickly. “It’ll be fun.” Bianca looked like she was telling the truth, though Courtney wasn’t sure if she should trust her. “Are you coming to lunch?”

“Um...okay.”

“Okay.”

Bianca offered a smile, dimples and all, and Courtney smiled back, following her down the steps and up the path.

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“Courtney! I can’t believe you’re here!”

Courtney felt the brief bliss of happiness, Juju’s obvious delight at seeing her almost making up for the fact that she had gotten herself caught in the strangest situation yet. Walking to the beach with her ex girlfriend, who she hadn’t seen in two years, dressed in a bikini, to go hang out with Bianca’s friends (who she was pretty sure didn’t even like her), while Courtney’s friend had abandoned her entirely.

“Look at you.” Juju laughed, clearly surprised to see her friend. She hugged Courtney tightly, taking a step back, her hands on Courtney’s biceps. “Wow, girl. What did DC make you do? Lift trucks? Detox, look at these arms!”

Detox snorted, his wife already babbling at Courtney at how happy the twins will be when they realise she’s here, when they get back from scuba diving with Alaska and Adore.

“Courtney.” Detox held his hand out, Courtney taking it in her own. “What a surprise to see you here. I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Yeah, I, um....” Courtney smiled. She was clearly nervous, and Detox wanted to dig into it, and he also knew Juju would most likely murder him if he rocked the boat in any direction on this vacation...but would it really be his fault if a small wave or two came up?

“Courtney! Come sit with us!” Jinkx called, opening her arms to give her a hug.

“Jinkxy!” Relief flooded through Courtney as she extricated herself from Detox’ clutches and ran over to Jinkx.

“Hey girl! I want to know everything about Wonder Woman 2. Is Gal Gadot as hot in person as she is on screen?”

“Uh, yeah,” Courtney laughed, sitting down beside Jinkx with a grin.

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Patrick had expected the worst to happen the moment he saw Courtney walk into breakfast. Fame had taken forever to calm down that morning, his wife using nearly an hour to get ready for lunch, circling around like a tiger in a cage, and Patrick was not looking forward to the shitshow he every reason to believe would go down.

Patrick wasn’t stupid - he knew what was going on, even if Fame refused to admit it to herself. He hadn’t come to the conclusion on his own, most of his alone hours in therapy spent discussing Bianca, what she meant to his wife and how he could navigate it. Bianca never spared him a second glance, barely talked to him in fact, but Patrick loved Fame, even if they were unconventional. He would always be in her life, as long as he was able.

So of course, Patrick had expected Fame to blow up the moment she saw Bianca and Courtney, the two walking in suspiciously close together, but Fame surprised him, his wife not sparing a single glance at either Bianca or Courtney.

Instead, she continued her conversation with Isolde, the little girl sitting in her lap, examining the stones on her fingers, Fame’s hand on Patricks knee underneath the table as she told Isolde the story of each of her gems.

“Isolde, stop bothering your auntie.” Raven was sitting with Raja, leaning against her wife, the two nauseatingly in love.

“She’s not bothering me.” Fame smiled. And it was true. For now, at least, she was behaving, mesmerized by the sparkling gems. “We’re just having fun, right Isolde?”

“I love diamond!” Isolde announced, and everyone chuckled.

“Like mother, like daughter,” Raven said, holding up her mimosa.

/////

“Where’s Violet?” Courtney asked, looking around the table.

“She’s napping.” Sutan smiled, taking another bite of his food. “She hasn’t been feeling well since we got here.”

“Oh no! Is she sick?”

“Violet doesn’t do well in tropical climates.”

“That’s the understatement of the year.” Karl smirked, taking a drink of his beer. “She’s looked like shit since we got here.”

The comment caused Bianca to get out a guffaw of laughter.

“Karl, what the fuck?” Sutan snorted, looking at his friend with an annoyed glance.

“I’m only telling the truth.”

Sutan looked like he was just about to continue his dressing down of Karl, when Raja cut in. “She’s obviously miserable. I really don’t know why you brought her here, brother dear.”

“Because I love her?”

Raja turned her attention to Courtney, a half smile on her lips. “We went to Indonesia last year, just to say hi to the family that hasn’t seen our twins yet, and Violet was sick from the moment we got there.”

“To be fair.” Raven chimed in. “I’d like to remind you that you were we the one that insisted we all had roadside Gado-Goda and plastic bag wine.”

/////

“Ahem.”

Fame looked up into Courtney’s face, blood pressure rising as the blonde shifted awkwardly. She plastered on her biggest, warmest smile.

“Hello, Courtney.”

“Hi, miss...um…” Why did Courtney always turn back into a stammering, self-conscious 21 year old around Fame?

“Umh.”

What should she even say? Despite Adore’s assurances that everyone was thrilled that she was coming, it was abundantly clear that Fame felt quite the opposite. So Courtney cleared her throat and settled on a lame, “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you, dear.”

“And um...thank you for letting me tag along.”

Fame smiled again. So they were pretending that she’d had a choice in the matter? Well, fine. Fame could play. Especially when she sensed Bianca’s presence so close by.

“Of course, darling.” Fame touched Courtney’s arm, giving an Oscar winner performance of someone who cared. “We’re just so blessed to have a movie star grace us with her presence.”

If prayer worked, a hole would open up on the beach and swallow Courtney right up.

“Th-thanks…” With nothing else to add, Courtney backed away, nearly running to get back to Jinkx’ side.

Bianca leaned over Fame’s shoulder, softly mimicking her voice. “We’re just so blessed-”

“Oh hush.” Fame shivered, Bianca’s breath hot against her ear. “I’m doing my best.” Fame bit her lip, annoyance eating away at her.

Bianca dumped down next to her, rolling her eyes, the same strange vibe radiating from Bianca.

“So. Courtney’s here.” Bianca said to her, trying to keep her voice low. “That’s fun,”

“Fun? Is that what you call it?” Fame asked, adding in an equally quiet but furious voice, “I can’t believe you. This is my birthday, and it’s not like I bop along to whatever pop trash she puts on the radio. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me-”

“Didn’t tell you? I didn’t know she was coming!”

“... You didn’t?”

“No! I almost had a heart attack when I saw her!” Bianca exclaimed, then shook her head. “I’m gonna kill Adore...”

“Can I help?”

Bianca laughed, leaning a head on Fame’s shoulder. “Shit.”

“Are you gonna be okay? I know you haven’t seen her since-”

“I’ll be fine.”

Fame relaxed a bit, thinking to herself that maybe having Courtney there wouldn’t ruin things after all.

/////

{I brought you lunch.}

{You’re doing it again.}

{Doing what?}

“Speaking French.”

Violet looked up from her magazine, the stack next to her chair almost 20 volumes tall. She turned her face up, Sutan giving her a quick kiss, his lips soft against hers.

Sutan had laughed when she had cleared out a Relay at the Charles de Gaulle airport, her old backlog of unread magazines in her own suitcase. Violet tried to make time to keep up. Fashion magazines was what brought her from the New York City Ballet to Parsons, and while studying one of the biggest reasons she had learned french was so she could read L’Official, Numéro, Vestoj, and the french editions of Vogue, Elle and Marie Claire. When she had worked as Fame’s assistant, she had been able to stuff one in her purse and bring it out whenever the was a few moments of quite or waiting.In design Trixie had almost demanded they kept up. At Dior though, they rarely had a moment of not being on their feet, the dresses they produced so much more labor intense no matter if it was for the Haute Couture runway or if it was for a private client. Violet loved every second of it, loved how she was challenged, how she learned new techniques every single day watching the absolute masters of their craft in work by beading delicate patterns or pulling a single thread to make a stunning gown pop from flat fabric into the silhouette it was supposed to be.

“Oh?” Sutan looked confused for a second, before he laughed, the warm sound coming from the bottom of his chest. “I guess I am.”

“Thank you.. You didn’t have to.”

“I did.” Sutan smiled. “Can’t have you starving, right?”

Sutan sat down, and Violet sat up straight, a small smile on her face. Violet looked at the platter of food Sutan had brought her, the fruit looking delicious, though she felt scared of even touching it, another spell of nausea hitting her halfway back to the cabin after breakfast.

“Bon appetit.”

Violet sometimes wondered what it was like inside her boyfriend’s head - Indonesian, English and French all swirling around. She had no idea how he didn’t go into a near catatonic stage with all the sounds of his friends around him, Sutan easily switching to Indonesian with Raja, while Raven spoke Russian to her twins if she felt like it and even Adore and Bianca could go off in broken Spanish, both insisting they knew the language though they could barely cobble together two sentences.

Violet took a banana, peeling it slowly.

“Do you want to go to the beach?”

Violet took a bite out of the fruit, no nausea twisting in her stomach, so she took another bite, the banana sweet on her tongue.

“Ouch!” Violet looked down, Sutan smiling as he had just pinched her toe, her poor defenseless feet laying on the ottoman. “What did you do that for?”

“Are you coming?”

“Was it that good for you?” Violet pulled her foot to her, rubbing her toes. “Because I have to say I’m not very turned on.”

“I promise to inform you if I suddenly develop a fetish for pinching your toes.” Sutan already had all his things packed, his towel slung over his shoulder. “Now come on, we have to get the waves while they’re still good.”

Violet had heard Sutan perfectly well the first time he had mentioned going to the beach, but she had hoped he would have forgotten about it.

“You know I can’t swim.”

Sutan looked stunning, his hair barely styled, his skin already glowing from the sun, not that Violet had any idea how since hadn’t even been in Brazil for a full 48 hours.

“Please?”

Sutan was wearing tan khaki shorts and an open white shirt, and Violet considered for a moment if going to the beach would be worth it just to watch Sutan run around. Hadn’t Detox said something about a volleyball game? Violet was just about to agree, when she felt a small yawn sneak up on her. Besides, if she went, she’d have to change into the bathing suit she had brought with her, which she had barely even been able to look at it, too worried what her body would look like in it.

“I’d rather not.”

“Fine.” Sutan looked almost defeated, and Violet felt a sharp sting in her heart. He leaned in, kissing her lips. “Last chance?”

“Tomorrow?”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

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corruptedcaps · 6 years

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A new generation

“Why are you crying baby girl?” Laurie said rubbing Charlie’s head comfortingly.

Laurie found Charlie sobbing silently to herself on the ground in the stacks of books in the library. She was trying to conceal the crying by reading a book but Laurie knew better. Charlie was a bit of an outcast at school. To boyish to fit in with most girls and too much of a girl to hang out with guys.

“This isn’t some sort of trick is it? You’re not going to drop pig’s blood of something on me are you?” Charlie said with suspicion. Laurie giggled.

“Haha no. I think you have been watching too many movies where the Head Cheerleader is some sort of evil bitch. I only want to help you. So why are you crying?” Laurie said compassionately.

Charlie still waited for the shoe to drop but Laurie stared at her with kind eyes. The more she thought of it the more she remembered Laurie had gone out of her way to help others. Sure she was a little ditzy but she seemed to have good intentions.

“Well you see I’ve felt invisible in this school every day for years. I said to myself that for my senior year I would try and make an effort to fit in more. So I built up the courage to see if Leonard would go on a date but he turned me down and I just feel so humiliated.” Charlie said breaking out into more tears.

Laurie felt bad for her. Leonard was by no means a ‘catch’ and the fact that he turned her down didn’t bode well for Charlie’s future endeavours. Laurie had a secret up her sleeve though that could help her out.

“Hey what if I told you I could give you, like, something that would help you? That could transform you into the best version of you?” Laurie said.

“I would say what’s the catch?” Charlie said more fearful than ever that pig’s blood was about to rain down on her.

Laurie giggled. “No catch silly. Your desires will be fulfilled and amplified. For example did you know I was like a complete nobody my first year here? Then I found something, that made me into the person I am now. That’s actually why I was in the library in the first place, to return it.”

“But if this does exist then why give it up?” Charlie said.

“Look at me. I have gotten everything I needed from it. It’s time a new generation takes it on. The chosen person is, like, called to it and stuff. I think that’s why you’re here at the same time I, like, came to bring it back. Do you feel something is calling to you here?” Laurie asked.

Charlie didn’t believe what Laurie was saying but at the same time what if what she said was true? What if she had something that could fix all her problems? She had to have it.

“Yeah I feel it, it’s strong.” Charlie lied.

“Oh I just knew it.” Laurie said beaming unaware of Charlie’s deception. Laurie took a heavy looking book from her bag and gave it to Charlie.

“Ok here it is, all you have to do is put your hand on the outline of the cover and picture the person you want to be. It’s gonna get a little weird but don’t panic. Enjoy!” Laurie said smiling at her.

Charlie took the book and looked at the cover. It was pure white and on the cover there was the outline of a hand, like a weird hand only crime scene. The title read: Being a Better You. Oh great Charlie thought, it’s some self help book. She humoured Laurie and placed her hand into the outline on the cover. Suddenly the lights in the library started to flicker.

“What’s happening?” Charlie said in fear. She tried to take her hand off the book but it wouldn’t budge. Sharp pain went up her body that soon turned to intense pleasure.

“Ohhhhhh this feels good. Mmmmmm really good.” Charlie said moaning lightly. She could feel her body transforming and becoming hotter. Her breasts increased in size while her stomach and body fat decreased. Her mind was focused on who she wanted to be. More attractive but also smarter. What’s another word for that she thought? Calculating, cunning... Machiavelian. This reminded here of the phrase Laurie had used: Evil Bitch. Her thoughts were getting distracted by it, being consumed by it.

“Evil Bitches always look like they have so much fun.” Charlie thought. “They have all the hot guys lining up while nerds like Leonard worship at their feet. They aren’t outcasts at school, no they run the school because they are better than everyone else. Mmmmmm yes that sounds like who I want to be. Who I should be.”

Laurie’s expression changed from delight to horror as she saw the negative changes take place before her. Charlie’s clothes transformed to sexy knee high boots, short tartan skirt and a black cleavage friendly top no bigger than a bra. Not only that the book too was changing, turning jet black.

“Mmmmmm fuck yes!” Charlie screamed in ecstasy. “Make me into an evil bitch so I can run this school! A new generation of evil sluts is being born! Haha Laurie you idiot! The book wasn't meant for me before but it is now!”

As the changes ceased Charlie sat up and felt her new body all over. It felt amazing to have such a hot, cum inducing body. She would have her pick of men now and no one could stop her. Well except maybe Laurie. She stood up and glared at a shocked Laurie.

“Charlie this isn’t right! You’ve corrupted the book! Future generations will become evil versions of themselves and the school will be chaos! You have to reverse it!” Laurie said pleading with her.

“Reverse it? This is the best thing to ever happen to me! I have become everything I claimed to hate but secretly loved. Even if I wanted to change the book back it’s too late, it has tasted my evil desires and it wants more. But don’t take my word for it.” Charlie said smiling evilly as she grabbed Laurie’s hand and pushed it against the now evil book.

Laurie tried to struggle but the pleasure was too intense. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body absorbed the impurity of the the now evil book. Her hair turned dark red and her makeup became darker. Her cheerleader outfit changed from it’s original bright white and red to almost entirely black. Her sensible shoes morphed into high heel black boots. Her eyes rolled back and gone was the compassion Charlie had seen in them.

“Thanks Charlie, I guess I still needed the book after all.” The new Laurie said lifting her hand off the book.

“Don’t you look good enough to eat and ugh don’t call me the boyish name. Call me Charlotte. How do you feel?” Charlotte asked with a smirk.

“Mmmmm like the best version of me. Ohhhh but I need a boy, no scratch that I need a man to fuck.” Laurie said biting her bottom lip.

“We’ll get to them soon but first lets find the rest of your squad, the book craves more dark desires.”

#f2f #good girl gone bad #corruption #cheerleader #nerd #evil bitch

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theheathenqueendickubus-blog · 7 years

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You Can’t Kill Him

Ivar x reader

Warnings: dubcon, blood, ownership, Season 5 Ivar owns your ass, brief shitty father/daughter relationships for the sake of the shitty, non-existent plot oops, smut smut smut!!

Words: 1,869

Tagging: @inthenameofodin (just blame her for this shit), @synnersaint (season 5 dominant Ivar time girl) @ivars-heathen (you seemed to like that season 5 Ivar post, sister, so heeeere you go) @whenimaunicorn (this might be right up your alley ;))

Notes: don’t get your hopes up, this is a mess, a hot, sexually frustrated for three days straight I just need to write a fuck load of hot smut out to get over it and maybe get revenge in the process, kind of mess. Enjoy!

"... Ivar the Boneless; you can't kill him!" Your father, the King, had exclaimed with a hearty yet cold chuckle. Ivar the Boneless had become a common topic, whispered about the court recently; he had landed in your kingdom and the heathen was slowly destroying every one of your father's armies, one by one.

Your father had long given up hopes of ever defeating the mad man now; his advisors were urging other plans upon him but the King had made up his mind. He wanted peace. You were disgusted by his decision to bend to the heathen's will. Yet, what a man Ivar the Boneless must be; you can't kill him; you wondered if that was true; you longed to find out.

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Most of the fierce and repulsive warriors now sat in your father's hall. Laughing, choking down as much food as they could get their filthy hands on and talking quite loudly over each other. They closely resembled wild animals. Ivar the Boneless though, had been seated next to you, for some ungodly reason and you sat frozen as he did nothing but let his threatening and hungry gaze continue to linger over your form.

You felt a hand roughly grab ahold of your thigh all of a sudden. You jumped and turned to face the heathen King that held up his goblet to toast you with an absolute, devilish smirk. He downed what was left in his cup and his hand began to move up your thigh and over your cunt. You instinctively grabbed the wandering hand to halt it entirely. His eyes grew dark; actually warning you to let him continue groping you. He leaned in close, his imposing figure looming over you now; you felt disgusted with yourself as your body greatly longed for him to continue touching you like this. Him, Ivar the Boneless, the famous, fearless and fear-mongering heathen and calculating commander. He also happened to be very pleasant to look upon. You released his hand then, wondering exactly how he had the audacity to feel up the King's daughter right in front of him. You didn't linger on the thought too much longer as you shamelessly sat back and basked in the pleasure Ivar was secretly and very inappropriately providing for you under the table. He continued to touch you, like he owned you, as well as the whole world.

You tried to conceal it, but you couldn't halt your gasps and moans as he continued to expertly explore your cunt with his fingers. Your head was thrown back as he continued to take you to your absolute peak. Never taking his eyes off of you all the while. Many people of the court began to look your way as you caused a scene with your squirming and your small noises of pleasure. They would all know. Yet, you cared no longer. The only thing that mattered right now, was his fingers moving inside of you and his dark eyes never leaving you.

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You now sat, with your wrists bound and Ivar's hands forcibly feeling up every inch of you behind the thin fabric of your dress while seated next to you on the sickening, rocking boat. Your father, the treacherous bastard, had sold you like a dog to the arrogant and sadistic heathen and in exchange, the Boneless had agreed to leave your kingdom once and for all, taking you with him.

Now on the boat, sailing away from your home; Ivar made it very clear to all the beastly men around him watching, who exactly you belonged to now. "You are my slave now. Squirm under my touch all you want, pet, I can freely explore every inch of you and there is no one here to stop it. You belong to Ivar the Boneless, now." He moaned ever so slightly through his words at the thought and then chuckled darkly as he let his head lazily rest on your shoulder, very close to your neck. His hot breaths on the sensitive flesh, sending shivers down your spine.

The rage you had for him was unbearable. The lust was even more mind dulling. He owned you now it was true, but you were going to put up a fight nevertheless.

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"Why don't you crawl between my legs, on your hands and knees pet, and keep my cock nice and warm!" The Boneless had commanded his slave quite loudly then as his surrounding warriors laughed and cheered at your continued, public debasement. He had made you sit on the floor, at his feet during the feast, which had been humiliating enough. But, now he was really pushing it. You shook her head vigorously in response. He frowned. "You are no longer a Princess. You are nothing here. You are simply, Ivar the Boneless's little fuck toy! Now behave as such!" He announced gleefully while lightly patting his hardening cock suggestively under the fabric of his pants. He had announced it loud enough so all of the surrounding animals could cheer in agreement; encouraging their wretched King.

"Don't make me tire of you so quickly." He warned then. You swallowed and threw away whatever small piece of dignity you had left as you began slowly crawling towards the bulge in his pants. He growled as his lust consumed him and he grabbed a tight hold of your hair as he undid himself. He forced his cock down your throat, making you gag while tears began to form in your eyes. "Well? Go ahead." He urged you to begin sucking. You obeyed as your breaths grew heavy. He moaned and threw his head back, smiling sadistically. You felt another harsh tug in your hair as he forced your head up too look at him; his cock still filled your mouth. "Don't forget to swallow, pet, it should be such an honor for a simple slave such as yourself to receive your King's cum, to swallow down your pitiful throat!"

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He had made sure you had traveled with him back to England so he could fuck you senseless, like a wild animal after every battle. The opposing army had snuck up on his late one night. You sat, bound to a thin, wooden pole in his tent. Completely naked and longing for his return and touch once again. What had happened to you? You watched him from a distance, through the opening in the tent, as he dominated the makeshift battlefield completely, not far from his camp. As if it were all a simple game of chess that he excelled at greatly. No one could beat him; no one could kill him. He had screamed just as much to the opposing army as he recklessly raced around in the chariot. "Do you know who I am?! I am Ivar the Boneless! You can't kill me!"

When he found you after the short battle; blood drenched and crazed looking once again, you began to shake in anticipation for what was about to happen.

He crawled towards you, growling like an animal; making inhuman noises. He reeked of death, blood and sweat. He unbounded you and forced you onto your stomach below him. His large body settled above you and held you down. His still bloodied hand grabbed ahold of your throat and he leant down to breathlessly whisper in your ear. "You will serve me now, bitch or I will happily gut you like I did all of your christian friends." You didn't doubt it for a second. The battle had worked the sick bastard up; the arousal and adrenaline from it possessing him completely as he continued to posses you.

He undid his belt and pushed himself inside you rather quickly. He grunted and growled while the immense force of his thrusts drove you into the hard ground and made your eyes roll back into your head. You felt something cold at your neck all of a sudden making your eyes open back up. His favorite dagger was pressed up against your throat; covered in the blood of your countrymen. "You're mine, slave. Say it." He pressed the blade even more firmly against your throat then. "Say it!" You began to try and form words as he continued to fuck you. "I-I am yours!" He growled again before stopping abruptly, tossing the blade to the side and effortlessly flipping you over onto your back in one, quick motion. One hand restraining both of your wrists while the other grabbed ahold of your jaw, forcing your mouth open.

He actually spat into your open mouth then before placing his large hand over your lips. "Your King just honored you again, slave, swallow it down. Yet, you don't fucking deserve it." You shut your eyes tight as you obeyed and swallowed his saliva down. His words hurt; why did you not deserve it? Why did you care? Why weren't you attempting to reach for his discarded dagger to drive it into his throat? He removed his palm from your lips to allow you to speak. "Say, 'thank you, King Ivar.'" You echoed his words and he nodded slightly in approval. "Good girl." You pathetically lit up at the praising words.

"Now, say it properly. Who do you belong to, bitch?" You opened your mouth to speak again. "King Ivar." He roughly grabbed your jaw and suddenly spat into your mouth, once again. His eyes only becoming more wild. He placed his palm over your mouth and commanded: "Swallow it and then when you're done, say it fucking properly!" He sounded more and more impatient and even more dangerous and threatening than usual. You obeyed. "I-I belong to King Ivar!" You stuttered out as you gazed up at his fiery and dominating eyes and his strong form holding you down.

He rolled those same eyes before grabbing ahold of your jaw and repeating the process. You gagged now as he spat into your mouth for a third time. "Say it like you actually mean it, slave!" You forced his spit down again and spoke. "I belong to King Ivar! I belong to you! I belong to Ivar the Boneless!" He smiled sardonically in approval before moving to palm your dripping cunt that was still penetrated by his cock. He slowly continued to move inside of you. "Mhm, this cunt belongs to me. This cunt belongs to Ivar the Boneless!" He leant down and took your mouth in a rough kiss as he began pick up the pace and fuck you into the ground again.

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You sat at his feet, by his great throne after yet another victory and hard fucking. He rested his hand atop your head, reminding you who you belonged to. Always longing to remind you. No one could kill him. No one could set you free. You belonged to Ivar the Boneless. All hope of escaping and reclaiming your title as Princess had gone out the window as you continued to watch the mad man conquer everything. Yet, you felt overly relieved not to be Ivar's enemy. You maybe even almost felt a little proud now, that you were stuck as his special, little fuck toy. His pet. His slave. His.

#ivar smut #ivar's heathen army #sister wives #ivar the boneless smut #vikings smut #dom!ivar #fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck #what even #season 5 ivar is my end #ivar talks about himself in the third person a lot in this one #arrogant prick

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mummybear · 7 years

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Whiskey?

Words: 6143

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Dirty Talk

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Sam get's sick during a hunt, meaning you have to share a bed with Dean who is insanely in love with you! Not that you know this.

A/N: Please let me know what you think guys! R&R guys! Enjoy!

This had been a very long and tiring hunt, for all three of you, all of you just wanted to crash. Plus on top of everything else, Sam wasn't exactly on his best game either, he'd already had to camp out in the rain and unfortunately he’d had a gaping hole above his head. One that none of you had noticed in the dead of night while you'd been setting it up.

Even though it sucked, you had to wait out some werewolves who were holed up in an otherwise abandoned house. Dean had insisted that he left the impala back at the motel, because it stuck out like a sore thumb. Of course, he was right but that really didn't help poor Sam.

After finally finishing the hunt, which hadn't been easy to start with because there were at least ten of them in the end. The three of you had only been expecting half that many, thanks to the hunters who had swapped their hunt with the three of you not doing the inspecting part of their job properly. On top of all of that now you had to walk all the way back to the motel, in the poring rain, which didn't exactly lift anyone's spirits.

Dean had ended up carrying most of the camping stuff, as well as some of the weapons, while you managed as many weapons as you could at once. Sam was really trying his best, you really did feel bad for him you were pretty sure he had the flu. You were all tired and aching and would kill for a hot shower. You had promised Sam you would force him into bed when you got back, and get him anything that he needed.

The three of you were at least on your final stretch of walking, when you suddenly slipped over in the muddy wet grass, a squeal of surprise leaving your lips on impact, Sam and Dean both stopped immediately, spinning around to see what had happened.

"Y/N, please let me carry more," Sam sniffed, flicking the wet hair from his face.

"I'm okay Sam, you can barely walk now, just give me a minute." You said gratefully but a little sympathetically, the poor guy was probably feeling useless.

Dean bent down, offering you a hand up, but slipped over himself when you took it and attempted to get up. Landing on his ass and falling back onto his back, he pulled you down with him, so when you landed in his lap he only fell further. While he was on his back your hands landed just above his head. His hands dropped to your hips to stop you falling further as your hands slipped in the mud, with little to no traction beneath you.

"Shit Dean are you okay?" you ask him, trying you best to hold in the laugh you want to let loose.

"Son of a bitch!" he growls.

Sam does his best to help you to your feet, you turn to Dean once your legs are stable, offering him your hand to help him up. Finally you’re all standing, just hoping to God you wont fall again.

"Screw it, i give up, just leave everything except the weapons here, i'm not falling over all the way back." You huff, throwing anything that isn't weapons onto the floor.

"It's a plan." Dean grumbles in agreement, tossing most of the stuff he's holding to the floor, on top of your stuff.

Then Dean proceeded to take most of the weapons from you, ignoring your protests insisting you were okay and he could handle it. He handed you a few things and told you to deal with it. Before he started to walk again, leaving you and Sam lagging behind a bit.

"You doing okay there, Sam?" you asked him as particularly hard gust of wind whipped past you both, almost knocking you off balance again and Sam sneezed for what felt like the hundredth time, groaning to himself he looked over at you.

"I'll be better when we get back to be honest Y/N," he sighed tiredly.

"I know big guy, not long now." You smiled sympathetically.

"The parking lot is just over this hill!" Dean shouts back at you both, loud enough so that you can hear him through the heavy rain and strong wind. He's not even that far ahead really either, it just seemed that way. You and Sam keep bumping into each other as you walk side by side, doing your very best to not just give up.

Walking down the hill was twice as bad as it would be normally. You and Sam narrowly missed slamming into Dean's back as you came hurtling down behind him and fell over for the third time. Dean's already at the impala before you know it, and he's slinging all three duffel bags across his body, quickly shutting the trunk behind him. The three of you were all sharing the same room, with two king beds.

You and Sam make your way through the door shortly after Dean. Sam quickly headed straight for the bathroom, taking his bag with him from the chair where his brother had tossed it a moment earlier.

You grabbed a towel from your duffel, it was one you'd brought with you from the bunker. Making sure to stand in the corner of the room, on the opposite to where Dean was behind the sofa.

You tossed your sweater to the floor, shortly followed by your plaid shirt, hearing the wet slap against the floor as they hit it. "Sorry Dean, can't wait for Sam, too cold." You stuttered out, shivering all over, kicking off your shoes and pulling off your socks.

"Sure Y/N, i'll um.... i'll just stand over here and do the same." He muttered, his voice catching in his throat a little, when he noticed you pulling your vest slowly up your body. He cleared his throat and quickly turned around, swallowing hard he starting undressing himself, trying his best not to look in the mirror on the wall, which had a perfect view of you.

Dean cursed himself as his eyes flickered up to it, unable to stop himself, briefly watching you as you shimmied your jeans down your toned legs, bending over to pull them the rest of the way off. He gulped hard, shaking his head and turning his attention back to the floor in front of him. Hating himself a little for checking you out, there wasn't a chance in hell you felt for him, the way that he felt about you.

You wrapped your towel around you when you finally got your jeans off, using the towel to cover you, just in case Sam came out. You were sure that Dean wasn't looking, you tossed your bra to the floor as well, hearing his belt buckle clang to the floor. You quickly grabbed an over-sized t-shirt from your duffel. It happened to be one of Dean's that you'd borrowed about a month back.

Draping your towel over one of the chairs in the kitchen/dining room, you realised this shirt was a little shorter than you’d remembered. It just about covered the underside of your ass. You just shrugged it off, after all, it was only to sleep in. Sam came out from the bathroom in his boxer shorts and a t-shirt, sniffling and sneezing his way over to the bed closest to the bathroom door.

"You'd better share with Dean tonight Y/N," Sam sniffed.

"Okay sure Sam." You smiled at the younger Winchester, quickly turning to look at Dean. "I mean I could just take the sofa if you want Dean?" you said a little awkwardly, secretly hoping he didn't want you to sleep on the sofa because it looked as uncomfortable as a bed of nails.

"Um no Y/N, it's fine." Dean spoke quietly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, but now you thought about it, that was quieter than you'd ever heard him speak, he slipped himself under the duvet and comforter.

"You doing okay Sammy?" you asked sympathetically, walking over to his bed, where he lay wrapped tightly in every available heat source, his entire body physically shivering and shaking.

"Y..y..yeah Y/N, I'm g..good, just can't get warm." He replied the best he could, while his teeth chattered.

"I'll turn the heat up for you yeah?" you offered.

"Please," he sniffed, offering you a weak smile.

"Okay anything else, do you want a coffee or anything?" you offered peering down at him.

Sam chuckles lightly, as another shiver runs through his body, "I'm okay Y/N really. Just go to bed, you don't wanna end up like me." he sniffed, moaning as he held onto his head in both of his hands.

"Okay, it's not a problem Sam, really. I don't mind if you need anything just ask," you offer kindly, with a small smile on your lips.

"Thank you." He answers sleepily, before rolling over to hug his pillow to his chest.

You sigh as you walk away from him, you can't help but feel bad for the poor guy though. Reaching into the fridge you grab three water bottles, shutting the fridge you turn to head to bed but walk into something solid. You look up and you're met with Dean's green eyes looking down at you.

He gives you an awkward smile, "Sorry." He almost whispers next to you.

"S'Okay Dean," you smile handing him one of the water bottles you were holding.

"Thanks Y/N." he nods, a small smile on his lips.

You smile back, squeezing his arm as you walk around him to turn the heat up for Sam, you quickly place a water bottle on his nightstand, before heading back over to the bed that you were sharing tonight. But when you turn round to get into bed, Dean's laying on the only side not against the wall. So now you’re forced to crawl over him, unless he actually moves. "Can't you move over Dean?" you huff in annoyance at him, as he lays with his head propped up with his arm.

"Nope sorry, can't sleep on that side," he smirks at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Oh come on Dean, seriously." you moan, that cocky smirk on his face hardly helping matters either.

"Nope sorry sweetheart, guess you'll have to get in another way then." He winks.

Although it really is quite obvious that he's anything but sorry right now, you get an idea in your head that never would of been there before tonight, but screw it if he could be an arse well so could you. "Okay Dean," you smile sweetly, clearly not giving him the reaction that he had expected, in fact he all but frowns at you. Until he catches onto what you're wearing.

"Nice shirt," he chuckles and that annoying smirk is back again, as he nods his head towards it.

"This?" you smile back, lifting the hem a little higher than necessary.

"Yeah, looks um... Looks good on you." He admits, clearing his throat briefly, his eyes catching a glimpse of your panties underneath.

"Thanks" you smirk, trying not to show him just how much that huskier voice effects you, the look he's giving you really isn't helping the way you're feeling either.

You lick your lips eyes on his as your tongue crosses over them, you crawl up onto the bed narrowly avoiding Dean's long bow legs. Crawling into the space left next to the wall. Pulling the duvet and comforter, you make sure that you have to lean quite far, so that your t-shirt pulls up and hangs around your waist, as you pull back the covers for you to get under, you hear Dean groan behind you and the bed shift slightly.

Smiling to yourself you crawl under the covers, "Dean?" you moan his name lightly, he grunts behind you and you take it that he's heard you. "Light off please," you say with a fake over exaggerated yawn, tucking your arm under you pillow to look at him.

"Oh yeah, sure sweetheart." Dean says, leaning over to flick the light off, as he does you catch the way his back muscles move under the skin, flexing and rolling. You swallow thickly, realising that you're in bed with a shirtless Dean Winchester. Who you had just flaunted your ass at, you had no idea where all of this was coming from, yeah sure you'd flirted before, in the past, but this was different and he'd never had that look in eyes before.

You could already hear Sam snoring louder than he usually does, thanks to whatever kind of cold he'd caught. You closed your eyes and tried to shut everything out, so you could try and get some sleep, but just like every other time it didn't work. You always had trouble sleeping away from the bunker.

At least ten minutes had passed and you weren't even feeling tired, you turned again hoping that trying the other side would help in some way, so that now you were facing Dean again. "Hey Y/N, you still up?" Dean asked, his voice deeper than usual and he makes you jump a little in surprise.

"Um yeah , i'm still up. Still not great at getting any sleep outside of the bunker." You confess to him, just about able to see his features thanks to the moonlight that was shinning through the curtains.

"Yeah i noticed," he said with an understanding smile, you notice how the line of his jaw looks more defined in this light, the stubble a little more obvious.

"How about you, why are you still up?" you ask softly eyes watching his face, he sighed quietly to himself, running a hand over his face.

"Guess that i'm just running on adrenaline. When we finish a hunt, I get like this on the big ones. Probably why I either need to get black out drunk or take a girl back from the bar." He smirked at you, but you could see the trouble running through his face. Making sure to keep your voices low so as to now wake Sam up, he would need that sleep after all, it might help.

"Maybe I can help you with that?" You smiled your tongue running over you bottom lip, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively at him, as your eyes locked. You watch Dean's Adam's apple visibly bobs up and down as he took your words in, copying your action his own tongue jutting out across his plum lip.

"Oh yeah, how so?" he smirked eyes scanning your face, flicking down to your lips before they returned to look into yours.

"Yeah, I’ve got a good bottle of whiskey I’ve been saving, wanna share?" you smirk back.

"Oh um.... yeah sure, I’ll just grab it," he nods a bit awkwardly, which isn't missed by you, you just hoped you didn't push that to far.

Dean clears his throat, avoiding looking you in the eyes in that moment, swinging his legs off of the bed he flicks the light on again. Rubbing his eyes thanks to the sudden evasion of light, you yourself have to blink a few times to focus on his retreating back. You can't help but notice just how fitted those boxers are, as they cling to his peachy bum, "Thanks Dean." You smile at him as he turns to look at you.

As he bends to pick the bottle up, you realise that you're actually staring but you really couldn't give a shit, especially not as he stands again and runs his fingers through his hair. You hold back a whimper at the way he looks and everything about him. Just how well those boxers hug everywhere perfectly, he stands holding the large bottle in his hand, his eyes looking it over, his arms great in a shirt, but holy shit balls he really is physical perfection in every way everywhere.

You groan as you realise you need to get up anyway, you really need to go to the toilet, it might be a good thing at the moment anyway. You sigh to yourself as you almost run to the bathroom. You wash your hands and when suddenly you turn the tap again, it bursts, the top of the tap flying off, and water spraying everywhere. You squeal loudly in surprise, as the water begins soaking you and the entire bathroom, shouting Dean's name, he doesn't come right away so you scream it again.

All of a sudden Dean comes flying through the door and almost falls over, closing the door behind him in hopes that Sam wouldn't wake up, however unlikely. "Jesus Y/N, what the hell happened?" he asks half laughing.

"I don't know, don't laugh Dean! It just flew off!" you exclaim, trying to avoid the spray of water still flying from the tap.

Dean smiles to himself shaking his head, after a few minutes of Dean being at the sink it finally stopped spraying water at you both, "There," he smirked, turning to look at you. Great and now he's hotter you sighed to yourself, watching as the water droplets rolled over his body, while his hair was dripping. You shook yourself, trying not to look and threw your hands in the air exasperated.

"Great and now I look like a drowned rat." You grumble, doing your best to sound annoyed, though you’re not sure if you'd taken your eyes off of him yet or not, you just hoped that he hadn't noticed.

Dean stepped closer to you, shaking his head and softly smiling down at you, as he moved the hair out of your face. You looked up at him, not missing how the water droplets rolled down his cheeks, up this close you could see all the freckles scattering his cheeks and across his nose. You licked your lips as you looked up at him, trying not to fall under his spell, noticing the way he was looking at you wasn't much different than you had been looking at him.

"What're you up to Dean?" you breathed, he stepped closer still.

"You don't realise the effect that you have on me, Y/N." He almost growled, another small step closer to you and you gulped nervously and stepped back, bumping into the wall, leaving you nowhere to go, but did you really want to get away.

"I..I don't know w..what you mean Dean," you stuttered nervously, holding your breath when his hands took hold of your hips lightly, your breathing was now a little heavy. When suddenly he pulled your hips forward and pushed his own towards you, his nose brushing against yours and his lips a mere breath away from your own.

"Want me to back off?" he whispered against your lips, you shook your head, did you hell, his lips turned up into a smile against yours. "Need you to say it baby," he whispered not moving.

"No, i really don't Dean." You whimpered against him.

"Have i mentioned, just how fucking sexy you look in my clothes?" he groaned against your lips, still un-moving, your stomach was twisting into the most amazing feeling knots. Your words failed you and you just whimpered desperately against his lips, pushing your hips forward in his grip, his own arousal pressing tightly between your stomachs.

Dean brushed a barely there soft kiss over your lips, your hands landed on his shoulders, to keep his body close and pull him closer while helping keep you upright. you didn't realise how much you wanted and needed him before tonight, tilting your head you pressed a full kiss on his lips, your lips covering one another perfectly. Both of you moaning into the kiss as Dean took control from you and you let him, his tongue begging for entry, you let him lead the kiss and he groaned at your obedience.

You both pulled away from one another to catch your breath, resting your hands and head against his chest, feeling his chest rise and fall underneath you. Dean locked his hands around your wrists, you looked up at him, seeing the lust in his eyes, he dragged your hands slowly up his body and you could feel all his muscles ripple under your touch. He urged you to wrap them around his neck, so you did just that, running your finger tips through the hair at the back of his head.

"Everything okay sweetheart?" he checked breathlessly, his eyes scanning your face for signs of regret, the pad of his thumb rubbing softly over your cheek. You slipped your hands further into his hair and pulled his head down towards your lips. He moaned enthusiastically when your lips met again, picking you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Here?" you moaned against his lips, not sure yourself if it was a question or not.

"Shirt off now." Dean growled back against your lips, dropping you back to the floor carefully. You quickly pulled Dean's large t-shirt from your body, tossing it to the floor, making a squelching noise as it hit the floor tiles. Leaving you in just a pair of skimpy black lacy panties, your eyes met again, the need to touch you again obvious on Dean's face. "Damn." Dean groaned in appreciation.

You ran your teeth over your bottom lip as you took Dean in, in all of his glory, full lips that were begging to be sucked on, those green eyes with such intense heat behind them, his hair wet and messed up from you fingers running through it. The perfect strong and toned hunters body, strong arms you could hold onto while he rocked your world. You couldn't believe you hadn't noticed just how flawless he was before now, your eyes skipped down to those long bow legs and the sizeable bulge now in his boxers.

You stalked towards him like a hunter and their prey, pushing him back against the wall, finding confidence you didn't know you had. You dropped to your knees in front of him, your fingers tucked into the elastic waist band of his boxers, pulling it back and down over that perfect ass and cock. Until they fell the rest of the way on there own, leaving Dean to kick them off to the side, you ran your hands up his legs, feeling the muscles twitch under your palms.

Licking your lips as you finally took him into your hand, eyes on his as you pumped him a few times in your hand. He tossed his head back against the wall his lips parting, and his hips leaving the wall now and then, as he pushed himself into your hand. You couldn't stop thinking about just how sexy he was when he let himself go like this, you flicked the tip of your tongue over the red head of his cock, which was leaking with pre-come.

Naturally he tasted delicious. You moan as you slip him slowly into your mouth, moaning around him as you bob you head up and down, pumping what wouldn't fit in your mouth. Dean's hands gripped at your hair tightly, "fuck Y/N, just like that, so good." he moans as you took him a little deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

"Fuck i can't," he groaned helplessly, pulling your head back by your hair, forcing you to your feet he pressed his lips down onto yours again, as soon as he was able to kissing you possessively.

You pulled his head back, pulling his hair, using his own trick against him and whispered against his lips. "Dean, fuck me already, i can't take anymore." your voice held no room for argument. He smirked at you as you wrapped your arms around his neck again, like he had encouraged you too earlier. Pushing up on your tip toes to kiss him along his cheek to his ear, tugging at his ear lobe with your teeth. "Please baby, I'll be a good girl" you purred, pressing your lips to his ear.

Grabbing onto his hair your rest your foreheads together, Dean rips your panties from your body easily, leaving you both completely naked. Breathing each other in, his hands go to your ass gripping it tightly, in his large calloused hands. He lifts you up again and you wrap your legs around his waist, holding you between him and the wall.

One of his hands snaked its way between you bodies, shifting you both so he could get better access, he ran two fingers through your folds. "So wet sweetheart, is that all for me?" he chuckled darkly into your neck, as he slipped them both inside you, hitting the best parts inside, making you whimper his name as you clung to him tightly, his thumb rubbing small circles over your clit, so that you started moaning into his shoulder, trying to muffle the noise.

You were trying your best to keep the noises to a minimum, with Sam being on the other side of the door. Tensing your legs around Dean's back you try to get enough leverage to get more friction against him. Dean however wasn't having any of it, shifting you both again, he pulled his fingers out of you and sucked them between his lips. Moaning around his fingers, keeping eye contact with you as he drags them back out slowly.

Taking both of your hips in his hands, he roughly lifts your body and lines your pussy up with his rock hard throbbing cock, sliding himself through your folds a few times, bumping against your clit as he went. Dean bit down on your bottom lip while his fingers dug roughly into your ass. "Ready?" he whispered huskily against your lips.

"Yes Dean." You murmured nervously against his lips, as you felt his head push past your tight wet opening. Your nails sinking into his shoulders as your breathing picked up. He filled you perfectly, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears as your blood rushed through your veins.

"You okay baby?" he breathed against your neck, feeling you tense in his arms.

"I'm good Dean, just move please," you moaned impatiently.

Dean pulled almost all the way out of you kissing along your neck, his hips snapping back up quickly pushing back inside you both of you groaning, his hips picking up a steady rhythm hard, deep and slow. Your head fell back against the wall, giving Dean more unrestricted access to your neck. Your legs tightened around him further as he sped up his pace, you lifted your head to watch him move. While he rested his forehead on yours, your noses bumping now and again as you kept noticing a look in his eyes. One of pure adoration covering his face, he couldn't take his eyes off of you and you never wanted him too.

You could have sworn you'd never seen him look at you like that before, Sam had always joked about it but you just laughed it off. You never thought he was being serious. You kissed Dean softly closing your eyes, holding his face in your hands, thumbs brushing over the bristle and soft freckled skin between he was so damn beautiful. You knew he was hot but this was different, your eyes locked again as you pull away from each other to breathe.

"Oh shit, Dean." you gasped desperately, trying to hold yourself back.

"You close Y/N?" he groaned knowingly.

"Yeah baby, God yes! So close," you whimpered, feeling the coil get impossibly tighter in your stomach.

"So fucking tight." Dean growled, "God why didn't i do this sooner," his every noise and word were sending shivers up your spine, and making your head spin as Dean completely overtook your body.

He thrust again, hard and deep, "Fuck! right there Dean!" You screamed, his hand covered your mouth when you scream again, his thrusts hitting you in just the right place every time.

"Fuck, Dean I can't hold it," you whimper helplessly against his hand.

"Come for me then baby," he growls in your ear, that simple gesture pushes you tumbling over the edge, wave after wave hits, your eyes roll as Dean tries to keep up his pace. Moaning your name against your skin as you pulse violently around him, pulling you through your orgasm, he held himself back. You panted leaning your head on his shoulder.

"Dean you didn't," he stopped you talking, his lips covering yours quickly before pulling away again.

"No i didn't, I'm not done with you yet sweetheart," he chuckled darkly, hearing you whimper at his words. "Bed, okay?" he asked against your lips.

"What about Sam?" you moaned, as his lips trailed down your neck, his kisses already affecting you.

"Not the best time to mention my brother Y/N but he'll be fine, he's a rock when he's ill." Dean explained as you felt his lips turn into a smile on your neck, you couldn't help the giggle that fell past your lips.

You pulled back a bit to get a better look at him, "What if he does wake up?" you smiled running a finger down his chest.

"Well i guess that we'll have to keep you quiet wont we?" he smirked and dropped you back to your feet.

You quickly wrapped yourself in a rough towel from the bathroom, wishing you'd brought your own in here. You opened the door to leave and Dean was behind you, his hands were already on your waist hugging you from behind, his lips were on your neck again kissing you softly. Your head fell back on his shoulder as you breathed out his name. "I really love it when you say my name like that," he groaned pressing his lips closer to your neck.

From nowhere he stopped and his hands and lips were gone from your body, before you could turn around and check on him, he had scooped you up in his arms, causing you to squeal in surprise. A giggle shortly following, "Shhh" he whispered mockingly in your ear, as he walked you both over to your bed. Tossing you down onto the sheets, causing you to loose the grip you had on your towel.

"Mmmm, much better" Dean growled staring down at you.

"Get down here already," you giggled in reply, kneeling down on the bed he spread your knees with his hands, you legs falling open for him and his breath was fanning over your pussy. Dean pulled the comforter over his head to hide your body, just in case Sam did wake up. You felt his head dip down further under the comforter, his lips pressing to your dripping wet pussy, moaning into you as he wrapped his lips around your tight clit.

Your hands quickly gripped at his hair tightly and desperately, trying to grind yourself down onto his mouth, "fuck Dean yes." You moaned loudly, causing Sam to shift in his sleep, "shit" you squeaked out trying to keep quiet.

Then Dean shook his head from side to side, burying his face in your pussy and eating you out like you were his last meal, groaning and growling into you, you were close again, you were steadily tugging harder and harder at his hair. Dean resisted keeping his head where it was, thrusting two fingers into you and pumping them in time with the flicks of his tongue over your clit.

You gave into Dean, realising he wasn't coming up for air until he got you off again. He started pushing his fingers deeper, keeping the same pace with his fingers and tongue. You felt it coming not long before it hit, you threw a hand over your mouth just in time, as tidal waves of your orgasm ran threw your body. Making you shudder and shake under Dean and in his hands, he moaned into you harder, your body was almost vibrating with pleasure.

"Dean please, enough," you said with a breathless giggle, doing your best at scooting yourself up the bed and away from his amazing mouth, Dean chuckled kissing his way back up your body.

Kissing your lips softly, he stroked up and down your arms, "God you look hot when you come." He groaned.

"My turn gorgeous," you said with a smirk, pushing on his shoulders until he fell over onto his back, you sat up on top of him, sliding him easily back inside of you. Both of you moaning at the feeling of him filling you again, your hands rested on his chest as you looked down at him. Dean looked up at you in complete and utter awe, sliding his hands up your body, watching as you leans into his touch, both of you biting your bottom lips watching each other.

Dean slipped his hands up your body further, over your breasts cupping and squeezing them softly in his large rough hands, you pushed your chest further into his hands arching your back. Holding onto his arms you started to grind down onto him, moaning his name like a praise. Dean slowly began sliding his hands back down your body, stopping on your hips, helping you rock back and forth. Your hands ran down to his stomach, and you started lifting yourself until he was almost out of you then dropping back down onto him, keeping up a steady rhythm.

"Fuck Y/N, just like that baby," Dean growled, fingers gripping your hips tightly, helping you to ride him, his own hips starting to rise from the bed to meet yours. You fell forwards slightly on his chest, your hands finding his strong shoulders and holding tightly, bending his knees a little for more leverage he pulled and pushed you over him, his hips still rising the best that they could to meet yours.

You kissed him carefully your soft lips fitting together easily, Dean's hands smoothed over your body, up to the top of your back, pulling you down closer to him. Rolling you both over again, so that he was on top. Linking one of your hands with one of his holding it above your heads, you let out breathy moans against each others lips, your other hands slipped into his hair, your nails raking across his scalp lightly as you kept your eyes locked.

Dean's other hand slipped up to your thigh, and he held it in his grip tightly, as you wrapped your legs around his back to keep him to you. Your tongues, teeth and lips colliding as he kept up his fast pace, you were writhing helplessly under him.

When your orgasm hit you from nowhere, both of you cling tightly to each other, as Dean chased his own orgasm pushing you through your own, he buried his face into your neck, moaning as you clung tightly to him moaning his name. He sank his teeth into your shoulder as his came hard, you squealed a little digging your heels into his back and your nails into his shoulder blades, whimpering helplessly under him as his hips slowed down, as he emptied himself into you, Dean removed his teeth from you, kissing and licking his mark.

Kissing you softly when he stopped, "wow." You breathed against his lips, holding his gorgeous face in your hands, the afterglow making him that much more beautiful.

"Yeah, that's one word for it," he chuckled resting his forehead against yours.

"About freaking time." Sam grumbled from his bed.

You both looked at each other and burst out laughing, "Shit, sorry Sam." You groaned embarrassed, shaking your head as you buried it in Dean's chest, hiding your face.

"S'okay, just please tell me you guys are finished." he grumbled.

"Yep Sammy, all done now." Dean laughed, lifting your chin with his finger, so you could look him in the eyes again, he kissed you slowly both smiling into the kiss.

"Whiskey?" you giggled.

"I'm all good now babe." Dean chuckled.

"Yeah me too," you smiled, Dean rolled you both over so you were on your sides. You flicked off the light and Dean pulled you against his chest, his legs between yours, wrapped in each other blissfully sore, tired and warn out you fell asleep in minutes. Dean was still awake looking at you in his arms, he hugged you to him tighter and whispered three words you wouldn't hear until the morning "I love you" he smiled to himself, giving into a comfortable sleep for the first time in months.

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a-z nsfw: moon taeil

warning: absolute filth (YOU’VE BEEN WARNED)

author’s note: so, I've seen a handful of these floating around, and I decided to make my own, cause why not! (I got this template from @chantenyongs but I wasn’t able to find the original creator to give proper credit to... I'm sorry!) I’m pretty sure I’m gonna do it for the entirety of nct (legal members only, of course) and I'll prolly just go in age order? alrighty, without further ado! (K, I just finished and I went a little overboard with this lmao oops)

that stare at the very end of the gif; hot damn

A = Aftercare

I don't know if it’s just because he’s the oldest, but it’s very evident that Taeil has taken this sort of “mother figure” towards the rest of the boys. They’ve even admitted that Taeil is the best one to turn to in regard to any personal problems they may be having. And for that very reason, I strongly believe that this angel would be tending to your every need (and then some) after y’all finish “doin’ the do.” It doesn't matter if the two of you spent hours partaking in rough, kinky sex, or if you simply made love for 20 minutes. Either way, his first instinct is to ask you how you’re feeling; followed by questions regarding showering, eating, and the possibility of another round KIDDING!

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of their’s and their partner’s)

Okay but I remember reading somewhere that he said his favorite body part of his was his abs, so.... I’m just gonna leave that one as it is lmao. As for you, he’s in love borderline obsessed with your neck/jaw. Whenever you guys are alone, he likes to cup your face and rub little circles into your jawline right before he kisses you; slowly making his way down to - you guessed it - your neck. During steamier moments, he loves attacking your neck area; loving how you squirm underneath him. He doesn't even try to hide the smirk on his face as the whimpers pour out of your mouth while continues to go to town on your neck. When he’s finished, he sits back and takes a good 15 seconds to praise himself on the dozens of blue-ish/green bruises scattered all over your neck and jawline.

C = Cum

In all honesty, I think Taeil likes to keep it plain and simple and cum inside of you. Not only does it save you a mess that neither of you really wants to clean, but he enjoys the intimacy of it. When he feels himself about to fall off the edge, he loves to hold your body flush against his, and bury his face in your neck as he lets himself go inside of you.

D = Dirty secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

This is more of a secret the both of you share, rather than just him, but if any of the boys found out it would end the two of you. You’d both be too mortified to show your faces ever again... I mean, who wouldn't be embarrassed if their friends found out that they took part in their sex life? The entire thing actually started out as an accident. One day while you were at the dorms, you unintentionally got a little too close to Yuta while the two of you were watching a scary movie together. Taeil watched from the other room, fuming as you clung onto one another; burying your faces into each others chests. That night, Taeil decided to show you who you really belonged too, and after agreeing that that was by far the best sex the two of you had ever had, the whole “using the members to tease Taeil” thing became a regular occurrence!

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

As far as actual physical experience goes, I don't think Taeil has much of any. He spent years of his life as a trainee, with presumably little to no time to maintain any kind of relationship; so I think its safe to say he’s still a virgin. But I do think he knows a lot about sex in general, and knows just how to please a woman. Given the opportunity, I think he’d do a pretty damn good job!

F = Favorite position

Taeil prefers good ol’ missionary. Referring back to the answers I've already given, this position not only gives him free rein to mark up your neck as much as he pleases, but it also allows him to pull your body against his and bury his face into your neck while he cums.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Honestly, I think it all depends on his state of mind. If he’s stress free, or as stress free as you can be as an idol, and in a good place, I think sex would be bubbly and lighthearted! But if he’s being overworked, and the pressure is weighing down on his shoulders, I feel like he’d be more serious, and focus all his attention on fucking his troubles away.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)

Tbh I think he’s pretty good at keeping himself well groomed. As long as there’s nobody to shave for, I don't think he’d go through all the hassle. He probably trims it regularly to keep it under control, but as soon as he gets into a relationship, I can see him starting to actually shave... Cause I mean, ya never know when you’re gonna get lucky, am I right???

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

“Doyoung-ah, I’m romantic” I'm sorry that’s the first thing that popped into my head as soon as I read the question lmao. But in all honesty, I truly think Taeil is a very romantic person! During mainstream, casual sex, I see him as the “people pleaser” type. He’s always putting you before himself. He's one of those people that actually gets off on your pleasure! He doesn't even think about coming before you have.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

I’d say Taeil masturbates on a regular basis; sometimes more than usual when he’s got a little extra tension built up in him. But he’s kinda weird in regard to said topic... Even though y’all have done much worse in the bedroom, he still gets oddly shy when it comes to masturbating? He checks at least three time to make sure he locked the door before even thinking about dropping his pants. Even the thought of you catching him in the act has him losing his hard on faster than he got it... idk man, I guess everyone needs their alone time, right?

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again - Taeil is one hella freaky dude. As far as kinks go, I think he’s into the following:

Dominance: Referring back to the “dirty secret,” you can bet your ass Taeil is gonna be the one in charge in the bedroom! He takes much pride in the way you listen to each and every one of his commands. Even when he “gives you control” for the night, you and him both know damn well that you’re never really in control... Even when you top, he’s got a firm grasp on your hips; controlling both your speed and your movements.

Marking (giving & receiving): Also referring back to his favorite body part of yours, Taeil has a slight obsession with leaving as many hickeys on you as he can. He loves the way your body, (neck in particular), looks after he’s left his mark on you; in the form of little purple blotches. He also secretly loves it when you return the favor; as long as its below the neckline, and out of sight for anyone to see! He likes to bitch and complain about the hickeys on his chest and scratch marks covering his back the morning after, but when he's all alone, he’ll stand in the mirror shirtless, and admire the work of art you left on his skin.

Dirty talk (giving & receiving): At first glance, Taeil might seem like a shy and reserved kind of guy, but in the bedroom he’s far from! He’s actually quite blunt. He likes to whisper crude remarks in your ear in-between pants and moans; leaving you speechless and blushing like crazy. But Taeil can’t even put into words what it does to him when you return the vulgar comments. It sends a chill down his spine hearing such dirty words spill from your precious mouth, and he has to stop himself from coming right then and there.

Teasing (giving): This little shit... Taeil is the biggest damn tease! One of his favorite things to do is make you beg for whatever it is he’s withholding from you. He’s relentless, too. If you’re feeling stubborn and refuse to give into his desire to hear you beg, then oh well. I guess you’ll have to go without, because no matter how willful you may be, he’s even more headstrong; and he is not giving you want you want until he hears you beg for it!

Orgasm control (giving): This one goes hand in hand with the teasing. More often than not, Taeil is going to make you work for your orgasms! Right when he realizes you’re on the brink of euphoria, he’ll slow down any and all movements to an agonizing, torturous pace, with a cocky smirk plastered on his face. He’ll then proceed to taunt you, asking if you “really deserve it” in an ever so condescending tone. Sometimes ya just wanna slap him.

Loud sex: If you ask me, Taeil is one of, if not the loudest in bed. He lets himself bask in the pleasure, not giving two fucks about how loud he may be in the process. But he’s always making an effort not to get too loud; as he wants to be able to hear you crying out from the pleasure. And if you’re thinking of slapping a hand over your mouth, or biting your lip to forcibly quiet yourself down, don't; because Taeil won't be having any of that.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Honestly, this freak dude would be fine taking you anywhere, as long as theres a locked door; meaning absolutely no chance of getting caught. Being the oldest, there’s this sense of responsibility he carries, and he can't help but try to be the best role model possible to his younger brothers. Getting caught having sex by one of the other members is one of the worst things that could happen, according to him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going, etc)

As previously stated, seeing you “flirting” with his friends is a sure way to get him all riled up and ready to fuck your brains out. But a very close second to that would be stress. Taeil is the type of person to literally fuck his stress away. If he’s being overworked and pushed too hard, his emotions get all out of whack, which tends to makes him extremely horny. And I’m not talking “cute, bubbly, vanilla sex” horny - no. I’m talking “fucking you into your mattress so hard you can’t walk tomorrow” horny. But I mean hey, who’s complaining? He’s relieving himself of some unwanted stress while you get dicked the fuck down... It’s a win-win situation!

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do; turn offs)

Like I said, Taeil wouldn’t do anything to risk getting caught in the act by any of the other members. Meaning absolutely no sex if theres not a lock on the door. Just the thought of that is bone chilling to him. Other than that, Taeil strikes me as the kind of guy to “try anything once,” so I think with him, experimenting would be a major key in letting you know what things he enjoys and what things he doesn't.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Honestly, with Taeil, its dead even. Of course he loves getting his dick sucked, (what guy doesn't), but he loves pleasuring you just as much. Watching you squirm underneath him while your faces scrunches in pleasure, hands desperately grabbing at his hair as you whimper his name followed by moans and groans of pure satisfaction is a thing of beauty to him. He wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world. As far as skills go, this boy definitely knows how to use his mouth; thats for sure! Hell, he probably knows your own body better than you do!

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc)

Like I've been saying throughout this entire post, his pace, attitude, and everything alike depends 100% on what kind of mood he’s in. But more often than not, be prepared for rough sex, because thats exactly what Taeil will be giving to you!

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Hell yeah, Taeil’s down for a quickie! But, (for the 50th time), only if its behind the security of a locked door! Whether it be fast one in a LOCKED bedroom at the dorms, or a quick fuck in a LOCKED supply closet backstage before a show, he’s all up for it! He just, and this bares repeating, DOESN’T WANT TO GET CAUGHT!

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Taeil’s as game as they come. Like I mentioned, he’s the kinda guy to try something at least once before deciding whether or not he likes it. A big part of your sex life is experimenting with different kinds of positions, kinks, toys, etc. As far as risks go, Taeil is pretty mild. Since getting caught is a huge no-no, don't expect to try anything spontaneously perilous.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc)

I’d say Taeil’s stamina is a little above average. On average, he can go two, sometimes three rounds if he’s feeling up to it. Sex as a whole usually lasts about an hour or so, (give or take a little), but a lot of it foreplay, rather than actual sex. Still good, nonetheless!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

It definitely depends on the toy! I can see Taeil loving things like handcuffs, blindfolds, and pretty much anything that has to do with sensory depravation; aiding him in the teasing aspect of things. But I don't see him being too fond of toys such as vibrators. He prides himself in knowing just what you like and being able to pleasure you in unthinkable ways, so bringing in a toy that’ll potentially take his place isn't really ideal to him. He also isn't too keen on you using any of said toys on him. In his eyes, it only takes away from the domineering persona that he worked so hard to build.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

HE TEASES YOU TO NO EXTENT! Sometimes, if he's feeling extra cruel, he’ll see just how far he can take the teasing; until you absolutely can't take it anymore. If that means you’re left with tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, then so be it. His dominant nature mixed with his love for teasing and hearing you beg makes for some harsh and persistent torment. Which is still undoubtably enjoyable.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

Again, if you ask me, Taeil is the loudest of all in the bedroom. He is very much a moaner! Most of the sounds he elicits are going to be loud, angelic moans. He’s also a bit of a groaner/grunter; especially if he’s fucking you for all you’re worth. I can definitely see him being the type to cry out when he cums, too. The most beautiful, sinful, melodious sound your ears have ever been blessed with.

W = Wild Card (Create a random headcannon for the character of your choice)

“Now, baby girl,” Taeil says, ignoring your distraught whimpers as yet another orgasm slips through your fingers, “what have I told you about flirting with my friends just to tease me?” he asks in a low, raspy tone while dragging a single digit tauntingly around your core; purposely avoiding the place you desperately needed him the most.

There was a dull ache in your shoulders as you wiggled your wrists, wincing at the chaffing of the handcuffs that currently bound your hands together. You slowly looked up to find Taeil already staring at you; making you feel completely powerless under his intense gaze. His eyes were a darker shade than usual, and his face held a stern expression that sent waves of both excitement and nervousness coursing through your body at the thought of what was to come.

“I asked you a question!” he bellowed out as he suddenly pinched your clit between his thumb and pointer finger; eliciting a high pitched yelp from you, as you helplessly tugged on your restraints.

“I’M SORRY I’M S-SORRY-” you cried out, trying to the best of your ability to shimmy your way higher up on the bed, and away from the harsh hold he had on your sex.

“Really? Cause you didn't seem too sorry when you were throwing yourself on Johnny earlier today?” he asked rhetorically as he cocked his head to the side and sent you a bone chilling glare.

“I-I...” you stuttered, unable to think of a suitable response for his accusation.

“That’s what I thought,” he replied in a curt manner, before thrusting his hips forwards; filling you up without the slightest warning.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what's going on in those pants; picture or words)

Hmm I think Taeil is average in length; maybe around 5 inches? But he definitely makes up for it in girth because DAMN that boy is THICK !!!

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Since a big part of his sex drive comes from stress, and I’d imagine he’s pretty stressed out most, if not all of the time, I'd say his sex drive is fairly high.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

This all depends on how rough he was with you. The rougher he is, the more thoughtful and considerate the aftercare will be. This boy doesn't even THINK about laying down to go to sleep before making sure you’re alright; and that he didn't go to far, or get too aggressive with you. He might be all dominant, rough and condescending during sex, but afterwards, he’s back to the sweet, harmless, caring and gentle Taeil you know and love!

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Candy Hearts || Bucky x Reader

Summary → A year of silently pinning over your best friend and neighbor Bucky Barnes ends happier than expected when you spend Valentine’s Day together.

Word Count → 2.9K (I’m a wordy bitch, okay?)

Warnings → Cursing, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!). Fluff? Definitely fluff.

A/N → Happy #FreakyFriday y’all! I apologize for the delay, but I had an unplanned twelve hour work shift today. With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, I thought I’d try my hand at fluffy smut (it’s a first for me - so go easy on this fic). Other than that, enjoy!

A nervous giggle flew from your lips as you twirled on your toes to face the full-length mirror hung over the back of your bedroom door. Your usual untamed knot of hair had been brushed and curled into effortless beach waves that cascaded down your shoulders and back. You wore nothing but Bucky’s trademark, burgundy Henley, which you’d confiscated the last time you’d done laundry together. It hung loosely over your frame, hitting mid-thigh and creating an innocently sexy, ‘girl next door’ type of vibe. You undid the first few buttons of the V-neck, to show off just the right amount of cleavage. You opted for some mascara and pink chapstick, making your lips appear fuller. Thoroughly satisfied with your appearance, you exited your room and tiptoed excitedly down the hall.

Over the past eighteen months, as your friendship with Bucky had grown closer, the both of you had developed several traditions. Every Sunday you’d get together for pasta, you’d lift weights with each other three times a week, and Tuesday nights were spent on Bucky’s couch with abundant amounts of junk food while binge watching television shows. Unless there was a particularly lengthy mission for the team or some other out of the ordinary incident, neither of you ever bailed on your plans. And tonight, Valentine’s Day, was not about to be any different. You had been secretly ecstatic when Bucky double-checked you’d still be getting together for takeout and Netflix, despite the holiday.

“Hey, doll, we still gettin’ together Tuesday night?” Bucky questioned, twirling his fork in his second helping of spaghetti. You furrowed your brow in confusion, taking a sip of wine to wash down the bite you’d taken before answering.

“Why wouldn’t we?” Bucky chuckled.

“Stevie reminded me it’s Valentine’s Day,” he elaborated, “and I thought you might have a hot date.” Your mouth formed an understanding “O” as he spoke.

“Nah, Buck. I’ll be over at eight.” You grinned. “Besides, you’re my idea of a hot date.” You teased, sticking out our tongue.

It was no secret amongst your girlfriends that you had pretty intense feelings for the super soldier; in fact, it was a topic that routinely came up in conversation during wine nights with Natasha and Wanda. While the girls remarked that Bucky clearly had feelings for you as well, made evident through his constant flirting, cuddling, and innocent teasing; you insisted it was just his personality. Either way, you were giddy to spend Valentine’s Day with him.

Upon reaching the kitchen, you collected the sparkling wine and bag of candy hearts you’d purchased for the evening. Cradling the objects between your arms, you half-skipped to the front door. Not bothering with shoes, you propped open your door, ensured the hallway was clear, and hopped straight across to Bucky’s door. You tapped the wood with your elbow twice and waited patiently.

“Y/N!” Bucky chimed happily, as he swung open his front door. You almost choked at his state of undress, shirtless with sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his sculpted hips. You shook away the filthy thoughts that invaded your mind, tossing the candy hearts at his bare chest.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, soldat.” You smiled as he ushered you inside. He chuckled at the greeting, shutting the door before pressing a chaste kiss against your temple.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, doll.” He matched your smile, his finger waving at his Henley. “That looks way hotter on you than it does on me.” You snickered.

“Says the ridiculously muscular super soldier.” You teased, strutting over to the kitchen for the bottle opener. You missed the way his gaze fell to your swinging hips as he swallowed back his attraction for you, as he always did.

“You forgot handsome.” Bucky followed closely behind, having already opened the candy bag and tossed a few of the colored hearts into his mouth. Finding your desired tool, you popped open the sparkling wine and poured generous servings of the bubbly liquid into two, stemless wine glasses.

“Want me to order pizza?” Bucky offered, taking one of the glasses from you. He nodded in silent appreciation as he took a long gulp.

“Nah, I’m fine with wine and candy.” You reached into the open bag and took a handful, inspecting them in your open palm before eating them happily.

“Shall we?”

“We shall.” You agreed, following Bucky into the living room.

The both of you exchanged small talk as you settled on the sofa, play fighting over the fluffiest blanket he owned. Bucky eventually conceded, wrapping you in the fleece material and tucking you comfortably under his arm and against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist, as you always did, while he pulled up the episode of Supernatural you’d left off on. And that’s how you remained for the following few hours, shifting only for more wine or another handful of candy.

“Dean’s gonna die again, I’m calling it.” Bucky postulated in a matter of fact tone. You giggled, shaking you head knowingly.

“Yeah, but Sammy will bring his hot ass right back.” You retorted, “Winchesters don’t stay dead.”

“It’s starting to piss off Billie the Reaper, and frankly, it’s unrealistic.” You burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, sitting up to face Bucky with a look of disbelief.

“You’ve been alive for like a hundred years and you’re complaining about unrealistic?!” Bucky joined your laughter, his entire body shaking with the sound and producing a fit of butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

“You’re got me there, sweetheart.” Bucky acknowledged, grabbing another handful of candy hearts. You followed suit, watching curiously as he searched through them. “Here,” he held out a tiny pink one, “it’s for you.”

UR CUTE

You read the message with a sheepish expression, a reddish hue of embarrassment sweeping over your face. You turned your attention away from Bucky and toward your own handful of hearts, searching for an adequate response. You opted for the teal colored heart, holding it out victoriously.

2 SWEET

Bucky smiled, leaning down and wrapping his mouth around your fingers to take the candy from you. Your eyes widened at the action, desperately trying to focus on anything other than the way his lips had felt against your skin. You watched as Bucky searched through his hearts again, before finding one he seemed to like.

KISS ME

Your gaze darted from the heart to Bucky repeatedly, attempting to wrap you mind around the implications. Bucky only nodded, taking a second heart to replace the first.

SAY YES

You blinked confusedly, entirely unsure of how to proceed. One kiss, you were sure, would lead to several and that was uncharted territory between the two of you. Not to mention the potential of ruining your friendship was certainly high, only fostering more doubt in you. Bucky silently watched as you contemplated the situation before deciding to make the choice for you. Leaning down, Bucky placed a soft kiss against your lips. The electricity produced drew you from your thoughts instantly.

“Bucky, are you sure? Our friendship...” You mused, your fingertips reaching up to graze your lips.

“I’ve been pinning over you since the day we met, doll.” Bucky confessed nervously, tucking a stray lock of your hair behind your ear.

“So have I.” Your heart threatened to pump straight out of your chest as Bucky held up one, final candy heart.

BE MINE

At the sight of the message, you moved to kiss Bucky. The second your lips met again, what little resolve you had left to protect your friendship melted away. His lips were infuriatingly addictive, moving softly and tentatively against your own. His kisses remained somewhat shy, open mouthed and without the use of his tongue. You melted into him, darting your tongue out against his plump bottom lip to encourage him. The feel of your tongue was all the reassurance Bucky needed, his tongue delving hungrily past your lips and exploring your mouth dominantly. Your arms draped over his bare shoulders as he deepened the kiss, his calloused hands gripping you gingerly by the waist and tugging you onto his lap. You adjusted your knees on either side of his impossibly thick thighs, sitting back on his lap.

“Buck…” You gasped as his kisses moved deliciously past your lips and to the delicate skin at the crook of your neck. You bared your throat to him, his teeth grazing and nipping at you. A breathless moan tumbled from your lips at the thought of the love bites Bucky had undoubtedly littered across your milky skin.

“You’re so damn beautiful, doll.” Bucky professed against your jaw, his words humming pleasantly through your frame and straight to your core. The heat between your legs worsened substantially with Bucky’s every move, growing almost unbearable.

“I need you.” You unabashedly begged, tugging him back to your lips by the messy strands of his raven hair.

Bucky let out a guttural groan into your parted lips as you began swiveling your hips against his already hardening member. His nimble fingers dipped under the hem of your oversized Henley, grasping your bare waist and pulling you down against his rutting hips. Even through the material of his baggy sweatpants, the size of his cock was impressive.

“Just, uh, tell me if you want me stop.” Bucky instructed, ever the gentleman. You were unable to formulate a coherent sentence as your thoughts swirled with anticipation and desire. You simply nodded at his indication, eyes fluttering closed at the euphoria coursing through your veins.

Bucky’s muscular frame wrapped tightly around your torso, shifting your positions and carefully laying you back against the sofa’s armrest. His body hovered over yours, all taut muscles beneath impeccable skin. He’d always been beautiful in your ever-present daydreams, but here and now, he was far more beautiful than you could have ever imagined. His skillful hands pushed open your legs as he settled between them, the Henley you wore bunching around your tummy. Bucky dipped down eagerly and began to sprinkle sloppy kisses all over your inner thighs. You squirmed at the sensation, seeping through your already soaked panties. He continued to move at an excruciatingly slow pace, trailing his lips up your thighs and to your groin, purposefully avoiding the area where you ached to feel him the most.

“Please.” You whispered, almost inaudibly. You caught his gaze, nearly bursting from the mere sight of Bucky’s grey-blue eyes looking up at you from in between your legs.

With one swift movement, Bucky ripped your panties clean off your body and tossed the shreds of lace carelessly over his shoulder. You groaned loudly at the devilish smirk that swept across his swollen lips, carding your fingers through is hair. Bucky’s hands sprawled open on the tops of your bare thighs, effectively holding you in place as he dove into your wet folds. His lips sucked teasingly at your clit, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud every few sucks. He expertly increased the pressure of his mouth against your cunt while teasing your opening with a single finger. You circled your hips involuntarily against him, prompting him to push his finger into you and curl it against your tight walls.

“Ohhhhh, God…” Bucky effortlessly drew moan after moan from your lips, alternating between sucking and licking while inserting a second finger into you.

“Just call me Bucky, doll.” Bucky laughed, the deep sound vibrating against your folds, pushing you closer and closer toward your precipice

“I’m, I’m…” You tried between panting breaths, pulling at Bucky’s hair. “Stoooop-”

You writhed beneath his powerful tongue, bliss reverberating through your frame. Despite the sheer pleasure Bucky was inflicting over you, you were unsure whether you could cum against him. He shook his head rapidly from side to side, causing your entire body to pulsate. He pulled back slightly, still pumping his fingers rhythmically in and out of you.

“Cum for me, Y/N, I want to taste you.” Those words paired with that persistent tongue of his were the final push, sending an indescribable orgasm washing over your frame.

You rode out your waves of pleasure, eyes fluttering closed in pure gratification and exhaustion. Bucky removed himself from your core, crawling teasingly over your body and taking your lips in a tender kiss. You greedily kissed him back, thoroughly savoring his taste intermingled with your own. His hard shaft pressed against your overly-sensitive skin, sending a shiver rippling down your spine. Bucky broke the kiss, leaning his forehead onto yours and gazing happily into your eyes.

“Are you gonna let me have a turn?” You hated how desperate you sounded as you licked your lips suggestively. Bucky chuckled, nuzzling his nose in the waves of your hair.

“As much as I want that, I need to be inside you.” Bucky’s voice was uneven, broken by ragged breaths. “I need you so bad, doll.” Your breath hitched in your throat at the plea, your hands reaching to cup his face tenderly.

“I’m all yours, love.” The reassurance sent a light red hue across Bucky’s cheeks, his eyes twinkling at the sound. Your lips reconnected passionately as Bucky made quick work of his dark grey sweats, revealing he’d opted to go commando for the evening. His dick sprung at attention against his abdomen, brushing against your heated core. He sat back in his original spot, kicking away his pants and turning toward you.

“C’mere, darling.” He patted his thigh invitingly, offering you that million-dollar smile that turned your insides to mush.

You gathered all the strength you could muster to crawl over to him, moving slower than usual. Upon noticing, Bucky reached out and aided you, positioning you over his thick member. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth at the sight, looking down at Bucky with lust blown eyes. Bucky held your waist tenderly, looking up at you through his lashes, silently asking for permission. You nodded with a shaky breath, gripping his shoulders for support. Guiding you with one hand and positioning his cock with the other, Bucky began guiding you down his length. The moment his cock slid past your entrance, a slew of profanities erupted from Bucky’s lips.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned, his head falling back onto the couch as he filled you to the hilt.

“You’re so big.” You panted, feeling your walls constrict and expand to accommodate his generously sized shaft. You were silently grateful that Bucky gave you a few seconds to adjust before setting a deliciously slow pace.

The drag and push of Bucky’s cock was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. His thrusts were meticulously calculated and precise, hitting a bundle of nerves with every thrust that sent your body vibrating. His arms wrapped around your torso, guiding you up and down his member while simultaneously thrusting up into you. Keeping his metal arm tightly around your center, Bucky’s arm curled around and pulled you down by the shoulders.

“So fucking good.” He gasped against your skin, shoving you down harder onto his cock.

Bucky’s body was thick and hard against your own, his towering frame enveloping the entirety of your lithe frame. In that moment, you became completely attuned with one another, your bodies moving in perfect, harmonious unison. It did not take much for your peak to begin building once again, the nerves of your body left overly sensitive at the mercy of Bucky’s insatiable mouth.

“I’m gggetting clloooose.” You managed to stutter, gripping onto Bucky as if your life depended upon it.

Bucky obliged happily at the sound of your words, increasing the speed and depth of his thrusts. He pushed you up and down his cock mercilessly, but still managed to make every movement feel intimate and Earth-shattering. Your second orgasm of the night shook through you as you chanted Bucky’s name, likely waking half the tower. Your juices paired with the pulsing of your walls sent Bucky into a frenzy, his thrusts growing animalistic and furious.

Staying sheathed tightly inside your warm cunt, Bucky effortlessly flipped you over and folded you at the waist. His hands slid down your legs and gripped your ankles, guiding them onto his ridiculously broad shoulders. Using his knees as leverage against the couch, Bucky pounded into you at an accelerated speed. His hips desperately chased after his climax, his balls hitting your clit heavenly with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping and labored breaths resounded in divine monotony throughout Bucky’s apartment, driving the both of you absolutely crazy.

“Fuck,” Bucky’s head fell onto your shoulder as he spilled into you, “I’m so happy you’re mine, doll.” With a few more thrusts, Bucky’s body collapsed and stilled over you.

The silence that fell over the apartment at the sound of those three little words was deafening. Your cheeks burnt crimson red, your chest overwhelmed with happiness, and your heart skipped more beats than could possibly be healthy. Bucky remained strewn across you tiredly, your fingertips drawing random patterns across the scorching skin of his back. It took a few moments for Bucky to realize what he’d said, a panicked expression appearing on his face as he craned his neck to look at you.

“Y/N, what I said, I didn’t really ask, and-” Bucky frantically attempted, eyes darting over your face in search of emotion. You giggled, scrunching your nose playfully.

“It’s okay, Buck.” You professed. “I’m happy to be yours, too.”

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