i want to make his eyes blue so damn badly now

KURO WEEK - DAY 8 (FREE DAY): Magic.


“Lance - what exactly are you doing?”, Kuro whined, feeling the freshly closed wounds on his arm and back strain with the movement. The Blue Paladin decidedly kept his usually chatty mouth shut. Instead of answering– or even recognizing– Kuro’s defiant tugging, he gently closed his grip around Kuro’s flesh wrist a little tighter and pulled him along.


Only minutes ago they had been at the Castle’s med-bay, tending to his scratches and cuts. Their latest mission had been rough. Although it was supposed to be a simple in and out rescue mission, it had gone awfully wrong. As in, Kuro was happy he’d walked away with his flesh arm and legs still intact and attached to his body. Thankfully, the rest of the group had had more luck.

In hindsight, they should’ve known better. They should’ve been prepared for the whole mission to go sideways with how heavily guarded the planet they’d freed had been. But saving planets and whole star systems from the ones that once had created him was their job now. It was Kuro’s job now. And nothing, not even the most hopeless situation, would keep them from doing just that. Saving lives.

This whole concept, the mere thought of him being one of the good guys, still had the Galra hybrid feeling adrift and somewhat out of place. He hadn’t been created for this. For killing - yes. For fighting, shedding blood and tearing whole fleets apart - definitely. But doing so for a good cause? A higher goal? On behalf of the whole damn universe? Nope. Just- no. Kuro would’ve laughed his ass off at that prospect.


But times change you, a small voice in the back of his head provided.

Averting his gaze from the back of Lance’s head and focusing on their somewhat awkwardly joined hands instead (he was still new to the whole human interaction and physical contact thing, okay?), Kuro couldn’t hide the small smile creeping onto his face.

Not times, he countered. People. People change you.


It took one more turn around a corner for Kuro to know where they were heading. Lance had asked him to close his eyes. What for, Lance  wouldn’t tell. Not even when Kuro stated how he knew they were going to Lance’s room. The Cuban boy wouldn’t have any of it; simply shushed him with a finger to the clone’s dry lips. There had been a gleam in those dark blue eyes. A gleam he couldn’t quite pin down, but made him want to lick that delicate digit pressed to his lips.


“Just do it already!”, Lance huffed and playfully put one hand over Kuro’s yellow eyes, before he opened the door to his quarters. “Or you’ll ruin the surprise.”

Had he been smiling before, he was downright smirking now.

“Lance, I swear to all deities out there, if the surprise is you taking off your clothes right in front of me, I-”

His teasing died right on Kuro’s tongue and came out as a sputtered, choked sound when he felt two warm hands grab for the hem of his own shirt and pull it upwards.

What the-

“Don’t open your eyes”, came Lance’s voice - a bit shaky, but determined nonetheless. “Just-… Take that off, will you? But please be careful with those scratches on your back.”

It took Kuro a second.

Then another two or three.

His mind had gone completely blank, out of order, Kuro.exe had stopped working. His hands however - oh he’d have to have a talk with them in the near future about not acting on their own, pulling his shirt off within a heartbeat, just because a certain Paladin told them to.


Cool air hit his bare skin - thanks for that you little traitors!, he glowered at his hands for a moment, before screwing his eyes shut again, waiting for Lance’s next move. Heartbeat thundering in his ears and filling the silence that hung over them for a few moments before the smaller man carefully took his clawed bionic hand in his own flesh ones and led him to the bed.

Even with his eyes shut, Kuro could still smell it; the way countless sleepovers made his and Lance’s scents mingle and cling to the sheets and pillows, creating a whole new fragrance that filled him with a warmth he hadn’t felt before.

It smelled like home.

Home…

Something fuzzy, tingling unfurled in his chest at that.


“Okay, now sit down, please?”, he could hear the rustling of blankets being pulled back. Without giving a second thought to it, Kuro simply purred an affirmative sound and carefully sat down as not to disturb the straining and prickling wounds on his back any further.

When he’d finally arranged himself properly on the soft mattress, the hybrid heaved a sigh.

“And… what now?”, he asked, proud that the anticipation that caused his guts to twitch didn’t seep into his voice.

Around him Lance rummaged through the room, providing him with the softest wool blanket they possessed and finally turning off the main lights.

There was a soft pad of bare feet on the cold metal floor, followed by the now familiar feeling of a slender body’s weight sinking into the mattress behind him.


Lance shifted closer behind him, close enough that Kuro could feel his breath hit the skin between his shoulderblades. Warm hands crept up his sides until they rested on his ribs. Tender. Careful. So, so careful.

“Do you trust me?”

That question, though barely audible, caught Kuro off guard.

“Uh…”, wow, eloquent as always. “Y-yes? Yes, I trust you.”

He still kept his eyes firmly shut, but he didn’t really need his eyes to know what kind of expression flickered over Lance’s face when the smaller man inhaled sharply.

A heartbeat.

Then another.

“Okay.”

The soft hands at Kuro’s ribs gave him a reassuring squeeze, before Lance continued: “If I do something you don’t feel comfortable with… just tell me and I’ll stop. Got that?”

Another purring sound escaped the clone’s throat, followed by a small nod to make sure the other one saw his approval.

“Good…”


Before he could say anything in return, Kuro felt a hesitant pressure at his back. Warm and soft, barely noticeable, but still it felt like he’d been struck by lightning. His eyes flew open. Heat rushed to his cheeks.

The room around them was mostly dark, the only source of light being the warm yellow fairy lights, they had attached to the ceiling right above their shared bed.

There were soft blankets and pillows everywhere, effectively building a nest around the two of them.

And right in the center of all this cozyness there was Lance. Sitting right behind him. Drawing lazy circles into his sides. Pressing his ever so soft lips to the tender, badly scratched skin between his shoulders. Kissing him.


“W-what… what exactly are you doing there?”, the question came out as a high, squeaky sound that made him cringe.

Lance however seemed to have regained some of his confidence over the first contact of skin to skin. For he dragged his lips over the expanse of Kuro’s wide shoulders, right to the next cut, where they lingered, as light as a feather. A shiver ran down his spine, while Lance replied - lips ghosting over his skin with every syllable: “You know, back on earth we have that term ‘to kiss away the pain’. That’s what I’m doing here.”

“O-okay? And is that… some kind of Terran healing technique?”

Trying and failing at fighting off the major blush that set his whole face on fire, he finally gave up and opted for hiding it behind his hands.

Terran healing technique? Seriously?! What the hell, Kuro?


This… this was so surreal.

Kuro felt like combusting would be an acceptable reaction by now.


“No, you silly goose”, came the huffed response. “It’s called magic.”


And with that the Blue Paladins lips continued their journey from cut, to scratch, to bruise, to scar.


Until Kuro’s whole body tingled with the warmth they left in their wake.


Magic…

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aaaand there we go. My final entry for the @kuroweek 2017. I’ve been longing to upload this for so long now!! Especially because I made my poor bean suffer like hell. He was in dire need of something good and happy. :3 I had so much fun doing this - all of my entries. This week was super awesome! Thanks!! :3

Twister (M)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3,009

Summary: You’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t expected a game of Twister with your boyfriend Jungkook to turn into something much less innocent.

Requested by @0bluewater2

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keyed.

Originally posted by jiminnieseyesmile

3.8k words

members: jungkook, oc - reader

genre: fluff

warnings: language

You were sick and tired of your attractive idiot neighbor blocking your driveway.

a/n: i felt like writing this weekend and this happened surprise surprise. this is what happens when i’m buzzed off of two venti macchiatos please leave me feedback TT


“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You blocked out the angry voice shouting at you from your neighbors now open door. The hurried footsteps were getting closer but you pretended you didn’t hear, continuing to drag your key along the shiny black BMW blocking your driveway. Before you could reach the back tires a hand grasped your wrist, turning you around to face your irritating neighbor.

“Oh! Hey there, neighbor,” you grinned, innocently eyeing your neighbor head to toe. He was dressed casually with his hair tousled as though he’d just woken up. His jaw was tense as his hands tightly held your wrist, nothing but anger found in his eyes. You weren’t sure of his first name but had seen him a few times in silent passing. He was relatively new to the neighborhood, keeping to himself along with his roommate you caught quick glimpses of as well. The two had moved in a month ago and you kept to yourself as well, not bothering to play nice and whip up a housewarming desert you couldn’t even properly bake. It wasn’t until a week ago that you realized your neighbors weren’t exactly your cup of tea. They had people over constantly whether they were attending their overcrowded house parties, movie nights or simply staying over till the sun came back up. It seemed whenever the two had guests around their parking lot quickly become full, causing a new issue to arrive. You noticed the brunette, tall one seemed to have a kick out of parking right in front of your light blue beetle making it impossible for you to maneuver around his pricey sports car. The parties seemed to hit an all time high and you constantly found yourself trapped in your own driveway. You left sticky notes on his windshield, kindly asking him to stop blocking your spot and occasionally he would but it wouldn’t take long for him to fall back into his routine. It wasn’t until he made you late to your job earning you a lengthy lecture from your boss, that you felt you’d had enough, storming outside to drag your keys along his prized possession.

Your decision making skills weren’t the best when you were angry.

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Shower Fun

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: It’s Elena’s birthday and Damon is insanely mad with you because you are running late. You try to rush things up, but your boyfriend Klaus shows up. Let’s just say things get steamy. 

*Requested smut, read carefully. :) 

Word Count: 1784



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Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Clint's Daughter Part 2

Note: so you guys wanted Clint’s Daughter part 2! i was too excited to hold off on this. feedback is always welcome! part 3? let me know! .c

Part 1

-SMUT WARNING-


You’ve been at the Tower for a few weeks now and you’ve absolutely loved it. You had joined Steve and Sam for their morning runs around 8am. You even spend time in Tony’s lab, watching him work on something you had no knowledge about.

Wanda and Natasha usually take you shopping, saying you needed a lot more than sundresses and band t-shirts to wear while you were here, however long that would be. Other than that, you three go get coffee and have movie nights together.

What you enjoyed most was your time with Bucky.

First, it started out by seeing him in the morning for breakfast after running with Sam and Steve. The men would head for the shower first thing, but you desperately needed food in your system aside from the green protein shakes Steve makes.

After seeing Bucky at breakfast, you’d hang around the tower for a bit, talking with Bucky about his past, good and bad. After three days of that, you and Bucky were basically joined at the hip. You were always together, only unless you were really busy with someone else on the team.

Your Dad took notice between you and Bucky, but never spoke about it. The team also took notice, but have said something about it. Steve was the first to say something to Bucky, which Bucky told you, and you discovered that Nat has walked in on you and Bucky heavily making out more times than you’d like to know.

You and Bucky have been sneaking around your dad lately, you knew he could be protective and you weren’t sure how he’d react if you told him you like Bucky. For the sake of him not having a heart attack, you’d keep the make out sessions to yourself. Bucky understood and he thought it was because of his past, but you assured him it was only because your dad was protective of you towards any guy.


You were just getting back from running and you sighed out, wiping your brow. Your clothes were slightly wet from sweating and you were more than ready for a shower. Nat had gotten you a running outfit, which you told her you didn’t need plenty of times, but she insisted.

It was just a pair of yoga shorts and a matching sports bra. You were nervous about wearing it, but it was actually pretty comfortable. You noticed Steve and Sam would fall behind during your run today and you found it hard to focus when you could hear them talking about your ass.

You walked into the kitchen, dancing to the music playing through your earphones. You shook your hips to the beat, slightly bobbing your head. You danced over to the refrigerator, opening it and grabbing a bottle of water. You gulped it down in record time and capped it when you were done.

You looked through the refrigerator for a little longer, seeing if there was anything you fancied to eat. As you were looking, you were bent down and shaking your ass to the beat. You hummed along to the lyrics and suddenly felt two hands rest on your hips. You let out a screech and turned around, only to be faced with Bucky.

He chuckled deeply and you slapped his chest, pulling out your earphones. “That’s not funny!” You scolded him, frowning. You shifted in your spot as your heart raced. Bucky laughed again and held onto your waist, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You sighed, a smile tugging at your lips.

You looked up at Bucky, his blue eyes checking out your new outfit. “This is cute.” Bucky said lowly, his hands moving down to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. You giggled and moved his hands away. “I haven’t showered, don’t get so handsy.” You said, moving away from Bucky after shutting the refrigerator. Bucky whined and followed after you.

“So what? Come on, you won’t let me be affectionate around everyone. Just kiss me, Doll.” Bucky pleaded before you could leave the room. You sighed softly, feeling a little guilty for wanting to hide your growing relationship with him. You turned around and faced a rather cute and pouty Bucky.

“Fine.” You giggled, leaning up on your toes to kiss Bucky. He pulled you close, softly moaning into the kiss. You quickly pulled away, relaxing back down on your feet. Bucky gasped softly, whining. “What was that? Kiss me, Y/N, please?” Bucky said, grasping your hands.

You blushed and smiled, rolling your eyes. “Bucky, I need to shower.” You said, slowly backing away from Bucky. He only whined again, tightening his grip on your wrist. “Y/N, plea-” You quickly crashed into Bucky, pressing your lips to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him pick you up and set you on the island in the kitchen.

You sighed into the kiss, the cold marble causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Bucky’s hands rest on the skin of your sides and you gently tugged your fingers through his hair. Your tongue met Bucky’s and you twirled them around each other, your lips gently sucking around Bucky’s tongue, something you knew he liked.

Bucky moaned deeply, quickly pulling his tongue away to capture your bottom lip between his teeth. Bucky carefully bit down on your lip, causing a small shiver to shoot through your body. You pulled away to gasp for air, only to feel Bucky’s lips moving across your cheek to your neck. You softly moaned, your legs pulling Bucky closer.

Bucky smirked against you and he playfully nipped at your skin. “Bucky, I need to go now.” You breathlessly said, your eyes closing at the feel of his tongue tracing along your collarbones. Bucky groaned, pulling your hips closer, your legs dangling by his thighs. “You’re gonna kiss me like that and leave?” Bucky questioned, his tone holding a hint of sadness.

You smiled and pushed Bucky away from you. “Bucky, seriously.” You said, laughing when he pulled away from you with another manly whine. Bucky looked down at you, raising his hand up to hold your cheek. “I don’t like being away from you.” Bucky said lowly, his eyes looking into yours. You felt your heart jump. “It’s so crazy. I didn’t plan on falling for you so quickly.” You said, laughing softly.

Your feelings for Bucky were strong and came as a surprise to you. You didn’t have the intention on finding love when you came back here. But every time you saw Bucky, you knew this was the best decision you’ve ever made.

Bucky kissed your nose, making you smile. “I’ve never felt this way before. You were just a little girl, you’ve grown so much. You’re honestly so amazing.” Bucky said, smiling down at you, his thumb softly caressing your cheek. You blushed and looked down at your lap. Bucky’s hand moved to lift your chin up and he placed his lips on yours again.

You kissed him back and felt him pull away just as quickly. “Okay, go shower. I’ll miss you.” Bucky said as he helped you down. You giggled and pecked his cheek before walking away. You heard a soft “damn” come from Bucky’s mouth as your hips moved. You turned to see him checking out your ass and you smirked.

You turned back around and bent over to untie your shoe, just to tie it again. Your ass was on full display to Bucky in your tight yoga shorts and you knew what it would do to him. Bucky growled and came up behind you, giving your ass a slap with his metal hand.

You moaned loudly and stood up straight, rubbing your cheek. “That was rough. I like it. Use it on me tonight?” You asked, looking at Bucky’s shocked expression. “Tonight?” He asked, his eyes wide.

You made a small “mhm” sound before skipping out of the room. You had the very intention on having sex with Bucky tonight and now he has all day to think about it. This would be torture for you, but it would be even worse for Bucky. Or so you thought.


After you showered and dried your hair, you pulled out another outfit Nat bought you. It was a simple low cut top with jeans. You thought your clothes were nice and you liked them, but Nat thought the sundresses were getting old.

With a shrug at your appearance in the mirror, you left to go find Bucky so you could work on your plan to drive the man absolutely nuts for you. This little game you were going to play could end badly or end in your favor.

You swung your door open and gasped when you saw Bucky standing there. You instantly blushed and he took in your outfit with a slight frown. “Hey,” you breathed, “what’s up?” You asked, moving aside so he could step inside your room.

You shut your door behind you and Bucky turned to face you. “Where’s your dress?” Bucky softly asked, his fingers pulling at your top. Your face heated up as his fingers outlined the low cut, slightly moving across your cleavage.

A nervous breath fell from your lips and Bucky smirked. “I’d just torture you even more.” You said, your voice wobbly. Though that was the point you were going to make anyways. Bucky nodded gently, his teeth pulling his bottom lip. “That’s true, but you look so innocent in dresses.” Bucky said, looking into yours eyes. You inhaled shakily, your thoughts running wild.

Bucky bent down to your ear and let his hands hold your waist. “Makes me think of the naughty things you’d let me do to you. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” He said with a low voice, causing your mouth to fall open and your panties to quickly become wet. You swallowed nervously and Bucky placed a kiss on your neck, a low chuckle sounding from his throat.

He pulled away and walked over to your closet, a devious smile on his lips. Your face felt hot and you knew he was using his words to turn you on and he was definitely succeeding. You smirked and stepped away from your door. Taking the hem of your top in your hands, you slid it off your body. You took your bra off next, tossing it over to Bucky.

The small action made him turn and his eyes widened as he looked at your exposed skin. Bucky licked his lips. “N-no, I’m trying to pick out a dress.” Bucky whispered, shaking his head as he turned back to your closet. You giggled as he cleared his throat and you knew you had gotten your small amount of payback.

You came up behind Bucky and let your arms wrap around his waist from behind. Bucky was slowly going through your dresses, humming as he would see a nice one he liked. You smiled and peeked around his body, seeing his hands grasp the material of a light blue sundress you had. You felt an intake of breath from Bucky’s abdomen. “I like this.” Bucky said in a low voice, only furthering your arousal.

His voice was definitely sexy and you loved to hear it; something he found out not too long ago. You hummed in response and let your hands travel down his waist, to his thighs and back up. Bucky breathed out heavily and you let your cheek rest against his muscular back. You moved your hands over to his crotch, feeling his hard cock in his pants. You gave it a light squeeze and Bucky groaned, his hands tightening around the material of the dress.

You giggled lowly, rubbing your palm over his cock once more. “Bucky, are you already turned on? Wow, you won’t be able to last until tonight, will you?” You asked in a teasing tone. Bucky took your dress off the hanger and turned towards you. His breathing was heavy and his face was a light red. “Y/N, I will take you right here, right now, if you keep doing that.” Bucky said, using his metal arm to lightly push you backwards.

You smirked up at him, licking your lips slowly as your feet carried you. “And what if I let you?” You shot back, watching Bucky’s eyes check you out. Bucky smirked and bit his lip. “No, no. I won’t give in that easily.” Bucky said, handing you your dress. You sighed softly and took it from him. You slipped off your jeans and Bucky watched you intently, his eyes staring at your panties.

You blushed a little and put on the sundress, hearing a gasp fall from Bucky’s lips as you straightened it out. “Fuck, you look so-” “Innocent?” You asked in the most innocent voice you could muster as you slowly bat your eyelashes. Bucky gasped again, his eyes meeting yours. “God.” Bucky growled, rubbing his lip with his thumb. You smiled and crossed your arms, pushing your breasts up so they’d be more perky.

With a heavy sigh, Bucky walked over to your door and you thought he was about to leave, but instead he locked the doorknob. He faced the door for a moment, completely still and silent. All you could hear was both of your breathing. “Bucky?” You asked a soft voice, unfolding your arms. Bucky turned to you and started to unbuckle his belt.

Your eyes fell to his hands and he slid the belt out of his belt loops, dropping it to your floor. You gasped and looked up at Bucky. “I can’t wait.” Bucky said, walking over to you as he unbuttoned his jeans, pulling down the zipper. Your face burned red and your heart started racing in your chest. “I want you.” Bucky said, closing the distance between you two.

Bucky picked you up and wrapped your arms and legs around him, making you whimper. His hands held onto your thighs under your dress, the mixture between hot and cold making you all the more turned on. You looked at Bucky’s lips and bit yours. “So, Sergeant wants to fuck me now?” You asked innocently, looking into Bucky’s eyes.

He heavily sighed, leaning his forehead against yours. “Doll, you’re fucking killing me.” Bucky rasped, sitting down on your feet and you waited for his next move. “Bend over. You’ve been a naughty girl, Doll.” Bucky said, grabbing your arm and leaning you over his thighs. You gasped and moaned, feeling Bucky’s metal hand rub up the back of your thighs.

You wiggled in your spot and Bucky lifted your dress over your ass, the cool air giving you goosebumps. “Bucky.” You whined, wanting him to get on with it. “Ah ah, what do you call me?” Bucky questioned, his metal hand caressing your ass. You whimpered, digging your hands into his legs. “Sergeant.” You said quietly.

Bucky groaned deeply, his metal hand lifting up only to come down on your ass with a sharp slap. You squealed out, crossing your ankles. “Fu-uuck.” You moaned as your ass cheeks started to sting from the harsh contact. Bucky chuckled and rubbed the area he slapped. “Good Doll.” Bucky praised you, raising his hand again.

You took deep breaths after every slap Bucky gave you to your ass. Bucky was enjoying this just as much as you and you could feel your panties soaking. Bucky’s metal finger rubbed up and down your slit through your panties. “Mm, I want to taste you.” Bucky whispered, using his finger to move your panties to the side. “So pretty.” Bucky said, leaning down to swipe his tongue across your wet pussy.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned, arching your back, your ribs poking against Bucky’s thighs. “I need you.” You whined, feeling  Bucky’s metal hand squeezing your ass. He moaned before helping you to your feet. The pain in your ass caused you to wobble and Bucky held you by your waist, keeping you steady.

Bucky looked into your eyes and you blushed, letting him sit you in his spot on the bed. Bucky got down on his knees in front of you and gripped your ankles. “What do you want, Doll?” Bucky asked, kissing your knee, his eyes on yours. Bucky’s hair framed his face and you let your hand rake through it. “I want your tongue, Sergeant.” You said quietly, seeing Bucky smirk.

Bucky spread your legs and brought your feet up to rest on the edge of the bed. You leaned back, supporting yourself on your hands. Bucky kissed along your inner thigh, his hand moving aside your panties. He looked at your pussy and you tried to close your legs, but Bucky stopped you. “I could die at how pretty it is, don’t hide it from me.” Bucky said lowly, leaning in to press a kiss to your pussy.

You gasped softly, watching Bucky’s tongue dart out to lick along your slit again. He used his flesh fingers to spread your lips open and he sucked on your clit. You moaned, gripping onto his hair. “O-oh my god.” You whimpered as Bucky started to feverishly make out with your pussy. Bucky’s tongue was wet and thick, flicking back and forth against your clit.

Your head was spinning and you moaned out rather loudly when you felt Bucky insert a metal finger into your pussy. Your orgasm was fast approaching and Bucky instantly pulled away with a wet pop and a smirk. “I want you to cum around me.” Bucky rasped, slipping off his jeans and his boxers.

Bucky ripped his shirt off and you smirked at how extra he was being. His muscles were to die for and you bit your lip as your eyes fell to his thick cock. He was leaking a little and you could tell he needed to release quick. You sat up to take off your dress but Bucky grabbed your hands. “Hell no. That’s staying on.” Bucky said, his eyebrows raised. You smiled as Bucky hovered above you.

You felt Bucky’s cock press against your opening and you rolled your hips, whining softly. “Sergeant, please.” You begged, your eyes meeting Bucky’s. He smirked and lifted your dress more, resting his metal hand on your lower abdomen. Bucky started to slide his tip inside of your pussy and you gasped, looking down to watch. Bucky growled and pushed his hips further, his thick cock slowly entering you.

A loud and rather long moan fell from your lips as Bucky finally filled you up. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” Bucky choked, his chest heaving up and down. You moaned again, wrapping your legs around his waist. Bucky started to move in and out of you, your breasts slightly bouncing in your sundress.

Bucky gasped as he rolled his hips into you, going all the way in and sitting there for a moment. “I’m so deep.” He groaned, feeling himself under his palm on your lower abdomen. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head for a split second as he pressed down. “Fuck!” You squealed as Bucky started to speed up.

Bucky slammed into you hard and fast, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. His metal hand came up to your dress collar, pulling it down so your breasts came out. “Holy fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” Bucky moaned, leaning down to capture one of your breasts in his mouth. You moaned, tugging on his hair, feeling his teeth gently graze against your hard nipple.

You leaned in to kiss Bucky’s neck, sinking your teeth into his skin. He groaned and you licked a stripe up to his ear. “You’re so thick, Sergeant. My pussy loves it so much.” You whimpered into his ear, causing Bucky’s hips to jerk. You smirked and Bucky growled, his metal hand squeezing your waist. “You’re gonna make me cum.” Bucky groaned out, his thighs slapping against yours.

You felt Bucky’s thrusts become even faster and you couldn’t hold back anymore. Bucky yelled out a string of curse words as he felt you clench around him. “Doll, you’re close.” He growled, moving his metal hand to your throat. You gasped and held onto his wrist, looking up at his face. It was contorted with pleasure and your eyebrows creased together. “Bucky, I’m-” He nodded quickly. “M-me too.” He choked on a moan, his cock twitching inside of you.

You gasped as you felt him hit your g-spot again and you practically screamed his name, your back arching off the bed as you started to cum around Bucky’s cock. He yelled out, his voice clouding your mind as his hand tightened around your throat. “Y/N! Fuck, yes! Such a good Doll.” Bucky moaned, his hips slamming into yours desperately as he shot his load into you.

A weak moan escaped your lips and Bucky’s thrusts slowed, his sweaty forehead leaning against yours. Bucky’s hands moved to your waist and he slipped out, breathing heavily. You sighed out, a smile forming on your lips. “That was so great.” You said, catching your breath. Bucky hummed in response and pulled you into his body.

Bucky kissed your lips and you smiled, resting your hand on his cheek. “Think we were loud enough?” You asked with a giggle. Bucky laughed along with you and kissed you again. “If nobody knew about us, they definitely do now.” Bucky said, causing you to gasp. You quickly sat up, your eyes wide. Bucky sat up with you, looking at you with worry. “What?” He asked quietly.

“My dad.”

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Merciless - (M)

Genre; Smut

Length; 3,300+ words 

Kinks; creampie, degradation, punish fucking, breathplay, impact play, etc

Originally posted by taeils-potato-hope

Hoseok and you always had this love/hate relationship going on; one moment you’d both be super chill, joking around with one another then the next you’d be at each other’s throats. 

This was one of those times. 

“Fuck off..” You muttered as Hoseok called you a bitch while he plopped himself down onto the couch beside you. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes in pure annoyance at the situation you were in; just having to be alone with him pissed you off. 

Hoseok turned to you, “Why are you always like this with me?” He asked, combing his fingers through his parted brunette hair. “I’m always so nice to you, y/n. What makes you wanna be so damn rude all the time?” 

As soon as you heard the false innocence his voice, you scoff in disbelief; Was he really trying to pull that shit with you? 
“Do you really want to fucking know Hoseok?” You practically shouted as you turned to face him. 

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Can’t Go Back

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

This is for ma hoe @wayward-mirage​​​​ Rat Pack Challenge. I got the song ‘You’ll Never Know’-Frank Sinatra.

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Angst, argument, abandoned reader, regret, self hate. Just all angst.

Word Count: 1861

Summary: Dean finds himself back where he should be. But Y/n isn’t with him.

A/N: Ok, so some angst cos…this song just gave me a load of angst. I’m hoping it’s really angsty. I have no idea. Either way, hope u like it!!

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“No. No. NO!”

Dean frantically scratched at the floor, the doorway, anything he could get to, so he could get back to you.

He turned back to Sam, eyes pouring with tears, not caring who saw him.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?”

Sam swallowed hard, his heart pounding as the rage poured out of Dean.

“I…I did what I had to”, he stuttered, knowing Dean wasn’t going to accept this. 

Not with you still there.

“You…yo-you…”

Dean choked on his words, his vision completely blurred as he felt his heart break.

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Talking Body

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You are in a extremely heated situation with Klaus and your younger daughter bursts in, so you have to explain to her what’s happening and the older one, who understands what you were doing, keeps making disgusted sounds. After it is all done, you go back to what you were doing.

Warnings: dirty, dirty smut. oral sex (female receiving). sex, ofc. a bit fluff. roughness. swearing. and i guess that’s it.

Word Count: 3105


Being Klaus Mikaelson’s partner was definitely not an easy task; aside the fact he was a very complicated and troubled man, the blond had many enemies who craved to see him defeated, which means you were always their first target when they wanted to draw his attention. A bunch of fools, if you were to be honest, for you were no damsel in distress. Matter fact, you had been taught to fight ever since you could remember. Born in a werewolf family, it was kind of obvious that your parents guaranteed to never leave their beloved child unprepared to the supernatural life.

“Mum!” Cami, your younger daughter, yelled, getting you out of your inner thoughts. You closed the book you were reading and offered her a happy smile. “Dad won’t let me have cookies!”

“That’s because you just had dinner!” A masculine voice replied, trying to sound angry. A soft laugh left your lips. “Agree with me on this, darling.”

“Your father is right, baby.” You stroke her red cheek, placing one blonde curl behind her ear. “Also, you need to go to bed. It’s late.”

“Urgh.” She whined, pouting, making both you and Klaus giggle. “This isn’t fair!”

Whilst the girl escaped, running out of the room, you stood up from the cushioned armchair you were sitting on and went straight to your husband's​ arms, enjoying, afterwards, the warm hug he gave you. It was adorable how he never stopped doing these little things like hugging, kissing, holding your hand, grabbing your ass whenever you were not paying attention… All of it; Klaus simply could never stop reassuring his love for you. As for yourself, well, the feelings were wildly mutual.

“I’ll tuck her in.” He whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Wait for me in our room wearing that. I’ve been wanting to tear that dress out of you all day long.”

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Deception is Key

To @clouds-crying-rain. Sorry it took too long, (shit happened) :D

based on this lovely prompt. 

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“Don’t you get it, Shiro?” Lance gripped the small screw in his hand, the pain giving him the focus he badly needed. “We don’t have a chance against the Galra. They outnumber us by millions. D’you think we can fight every fight, win every battle without any permanent casualties?”

“Don’t say that, Lance. I know you don’t believe that. Voltron is strong, we are strong as long as we work together as a team, we can defeat them.” Shiro took a step forward but the Galran soldier held him back. “Please Lance, don’t go.” Shiro pleaded, his voice so vulnerable that Lance almost turned and wrap Shiro in his arms…

Almost.

Lance saw the glint in Lotor’s eyes. Lotor was Zarkon’s only heir, tasked to rule over his father’s empire and to bring an end to Voltron. His attempts were always a failure that it was almost funny. But after a few skirmishes here and there, Prince Lotor has learned Voltron’s strengths and weaknesses, so much so that he was able to execute a flawless plan that led them here. 

“And what if I stay?” Lance turned to show Shiro a mockingly sweet smile. “What will I come back to?” In order to make this convincing, Lance needed to cut deep and true. He needed to open the floodgates and drown.  

“A team who treats me like shit? That no matter what I do, I will never ever be enough? Because if that’s it, then I’d rather sell my soul to the devil that is the Galra than to be reminded every single fucking day that I am a worthless, good for nothing Paladin who’s just a waste of space.” Lance was doing damage, he was still wearing his helmet and the comms were live. He knew that, but once the floodgates that was his emotional control crumble, be ready to drown; survivors be damned. “You think I don’t hear the whispers and mutters of each of these people who have the balls to call me their friend? ‘Lance messed up again.’ ‘Guess who couldn’t keep it in their pants?’ ‘Why me? He’ll just mess up one way or another.’ Guess what fuckers, I heard all of that.” Lance felt his eyes burn, but not with tears this time.

“So tell me, Shiro, what good will come out with me coming back to those bastards, huh? And don’t say that the team will change or any of your leader bullshit because I know, based from experience, that people don’t change that easily. Hell, they’ll probably play nice because I’m a fucking time bomb. They’ll say sweet things because they know that if they mess up, I’ll do this again. I can practically hear Pidge saying it right now.” This is good. Lance didn’t want to let Shiro talk because he knew that his facade will crumble if he did. 

“Please. If not the team, then me. Come back to me, Lance. I-I’ll be good to you, I promise. Lance, please. I-I love you, Lance. Don’t go please. I can’t lose you.” Shiro’s voice was watery and thin, that even in this distance, Lance can see the tears that glisten on his eyes.

*Caution: Shangst approaching*

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Theories (Peter Quill)- Part Two

Pairing: Peter Quil x OC

Prompt: Sequel to Theories (Peter Quill)

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut for daysss.

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Originally posted by mintpilot

I paced the tiny length of my room at least a dozen times, trying to shake off what had just happened between Quill and I. Even with weeks of grazing touches and longing looks behind us, that was the closest we’d come to…to what? What exactly had I been about to say to him before Rocket had interrupted with his imperfect timing? That I had feelings for him? That he was right?

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No Return

Note: In honor of what Jay-Z did yesterday and what Beyoncé did last year (when they dropped 4:44 and Lemonade), I’m dropping this shit without warning. Enjoy! This has been sitting in my WIPs for months and I finally decided to finish and post it before I go on my trip to Puerto Rico. Love y’all, and if you like it, lemme know! (Also, thanks for beta reading as usual, love ya @adothoe)

Word Count: 4,626

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: Smutttttt, a lap dance, cursing, banter, and cute flufffff

Tags:  @butlinislin@trashfandom14@fullytenaciousstranger@isis278@beautifulfound​ 

Summary: Reader and Daveed are best friends who are secretly pining for each other blah blah blah, they’re at one of Rafa’s parties one day and make a bet over a game of Flip Cup. Loser has to give the winner a lap dance.

Parties at Rafa’s place were always the best; the drinks were great, the music was amazing, the atmosphere was never dull, but the best part about them were the incredible people that made up each one; you were never bored. There was always something to do whether you were talking to people, dancing, playing drinking games, or just drinking in general. And that’s why whenever you were told that there was going to be a party at Rafael Casal’s apartment, you never turned it down…even if you ended up showing up late.

“Well, look at who finally decided to show up.” You heard a familiar voice say as you walked through the door to Rafa’s place. Daveed grinned widely at you before he slid an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him as you walked deeper into the apartment. “My favorite!”

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The Only Exception (Part 7)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,190 (sorry)

Warnings: language, mentions of injury, mentions of trauma, some confrontations, Sam being precious, reader self-reflection, mentions of threats, creepy emails

A/N: Guess who’s back…back again…Reader decides to take control of her life and do what she thinks is best. I really liked this part. That’s probably why I went a little crazy.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

Originally posted by a-small-independent-princess

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BTS Dirty Scenarios | #Daddy

Warnings: 18+!



Hoseok - There’s no harm to give your stepbrother a boobjob, right? 

“Holy shit, Y/n! Oh, fuck! We shouldn’t be doing this!”, Hoseok, your stepbrother whimperes while you rub his cock between your tits.

“Oh, yeah? You want me to stop, brother?”

“Ohoh”, Hoseok shoves a fist into his mouth and leans forward propping his free hand on the wall behind you. “No, no! It’s okay! Just this once! Oooh!”

“You like it?”

“Oh, God, baby, yes!”, he swallows loudly.                                                                                                      
“Your brother loves it so fucking much!” You can swear he has tears in his eyes.
“I’m gonna come, now, baby!”

Hoseok’s cock suddenly swells between your breasts and then begins to shoot cum all over your chest while he whimpers.

“Oooh, ohh, oooooo! Baby girl, your tits are awesome!”, Hoseok sighes when his cock finally stops ejaculating.

“I know!”, you say. “Now, let’s talk money, brother!”

“Fuck, baby! After this amazing boobjob, I’ll give you whatever you want.”


Namjoon - Daddy just wants to play a little!

You’re asleep on the bed completly naked. When your boyfriend Namjoon walks into your shared bedroom and sees your hot body on the bed, he gets hard like a fucking rock in seconds. He groans, pulling his cock and rubs himself while walking towards you.
Initally Namjoon wants to watch you masturbate but then the hormones got to his head and he gets desperate.

“Aaaahhhh, shiiiit!”, he can’t help to groan as he begins to fuck your mouth. “Oh, oh, oh!”

Namjoon leans over your head, propping his hands on the bed and countinues to move his hips.

“Fuck, this is good! MMM, yeah! Suck Daddy’s cock little whore!”, he whispers watching his cock sliding in and out, in and out. “Oooh, Daddy loves your mouth, little whore!”

This is way more better than masturbating.
Since you are asleep and he can’t control your saliva, it pours all over his cock and balls.
Too bad that he hadn’t had a pussy in a while and he was soon getting close to exploding.

“Mmm, yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oooh, Daddy’s gonna give you some milk, baby whore. Ungh, ungh! Ooh, fuck, yes! Yeeeaaaaaaah!”, Namjoon moans as his cock begins to shoot long threads of cum into your mouth. “Here you go, whore! Ungh, ungh, unghhhh! Swallow Daddy’s milk!”

When he’s done ejaculating, he pulls his pulsing cock out and hurries to close your mouth so his cum that didn’t slide down your throat, spills out.
Namjoon keeps rubbing his semi hard on while leaving the bedroom and walks to the bathroom where he masturbates and comes again, thinking about how to seduce you into sucking his cock fully awake.


Jungkook - Don’t ever tease your Daddy!

Lately, you’ve been teasing your boyfriend Jungkook, showing him your tits and pussy even when your mother was only a few feet away. So Jungkook have decided to teach you a lesson and today he has followed you when you said you where going out for a walk in the woods.
He cachts up with you, ties you up and undresses you.

“You fucking slut!”, he growls, raising your skirt up your hips with one hand while he uses the free one to free his raging cock. “You’re not getting enough cock? Huh? Is that why you’re teasing your Daddy? Well, here, slut! Have some Daddy cock!”, Jungkook says, shoving himself deep inside your pussy.

“Oh, my God!”, you scream.

“Ungh, ungh, ungh! Damn, this pussy is thight! And-thrust-so-thrust-fucking-thrust-wet! Did you get wet teasing your Daddy, slut? Ungh, unnghhhh! Huh? You like knowing you’re making Daddy hard?”

“Ahahah”

“Well, I hope you like feeling how hard Daddy is inside you!”, he growls again, wrapping his fingers around your throat. He loves the sounds you make.

“Yeeeeaaahh!”, he let’s out a low deep groan, his head flying back and he closes his eyes. “ Daddy’s gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight! Unch, ungh!”
Jungkook fills your pussy for the second time today in the woods and then he takes you home where he locks you and himself inside your bedroom and fucks you three more times.

I would like to see you teasing me again after this. Stupid slut!


Taehyung - Daddy is eager!

“Look at this bald pussy! Mmm, Daddy loves it, baby girl.”

“Really, daddy?”, you ask.

My baby, always so eager to please daddy.

“Oh, yes!”, Taehyung say, positioning his cock at your entrance and then pushes in slowly.

“Mmm, feels good!”

“Yes!, you look up at your boyfriend, your face, your eyes just begging for a good , hard fuck.Taehyung grins.

"Daddy’s gonna give you what you need, baby! Mmmm”, he groans starting to move in and out of you.

“Please!”

He speeds up. “Just relax, baby! Ungh, ungh! Let Daddy take care of everything!”

Taehyung pumps you in earnest, enjoying the slapping sound his balls makes against your ass and the sloshes of your wetness around him. You are thight as fuck! You squeeze his cock with desperation that makes him seethe with the need to breed you. Oh, he fully intends to unload his balls deep into you, but only after making you come on his cock.

“Daddy!”

The first warning.

“Yeah! Daddy’s little girl! Ungh, unghh!”, he spats shoving himself deeper in your pussy.

This cunt is gonna be the death of me!

"Oh, oh, oh!”, you pulls in a deep breath, your eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, yeah!”, Taehyung growls loving you, spasming walls around his cock. “Ooh, right on daddy’s cock!”

You flai your arms and legs while the orgasm shooks you. Watching you couples with the contracting muscles around his cock is his undoing.

“Shit!”, Taehyung swors. “Shit, Daddy’s gonna come now!”, he growls again.

“Yeeeaah!”, he thrust a few more times then let himself erupt you in your cunt. “Fuck, this is good!”

He came and came and came until he thought he was gonna faint and you milks him so thoroughly like you wants to absorb his nuts inside your womb too.
When he’s done, he pulls out and watches through hooded eyes the cum pouring out of you.


Yoongi - Sleeping with your stepbrother is perfectly normal, isn’t?

“Ohhh, I can’t believe it fits!”, you scream in awe as your stepbrother pumps his cock deep inside your pussy.

“Mm, ungh, yeah! Of course it fits, baby! Ungh, ungh! Your dirty cunt knows when it needs to be breed so it stretches out for your brother. Ungh, ungh! Hot as fuck this little cunt of yours!”

“Oh, Yoongi!” The pleasure in your voice can’t be missed. You love his cock.
"Isn’t this wrong?”

“ Of course it is, baby! That’s why you like it so much! Unghhh, ungh! Such good little girl you are for your brother!”

“ What’s… your dad.. and… my mom… gonna… say?”, you ask through small moans of delight.

“They doesn’t have to… unghh… know!”

That relaxes you.

“Oh, Yoongi! Can you do it harder?”

Yoongi grins. “Whatever my little girl needs, baby!”, he say speeding up.


Jimin - Daddy’s baby girl is horny!

“Jimin, I wanna play!”, you whine as you rub yourself on his clad cock. He can feel the warmth of your cunny event through your panties and his pants. It makes his eyes roll back in his head and his cock starts to grow harder and harder by every second.

“Baby girl, we just played last night!”

“Yeah, but I want more!”

Jimin grunts under your sexual assault.
He groans once more as his cock throbbs in his pants. If you really want this, then why should he suffer from blue balls all fucking day?

Jimin walks you to your shared bedroom and lays you down on your stomach. He pulls his cock out through his pants and slide your panties to the side and then he pushes inside of you, groaning like a beast.

“You want Daddy to play with you, little girl!”

He givs a deep thrust. “Huh?” Another thrust. “You want Daddy to put his cock inside your little cunny and play with it?” Few more deep thrusts. “Well, here baby girl, have it!”, Jimin groans.

He proceeds to fuck three orgasmes out of you and then breed you propoply.
When his balls is empty, he draw his cock out and put it back in his pants and then arrange your panties and sends you to school with his cum deep inside your pussy. He rubs himself two more times at work thinking about it.


Jin - Acting innocent wont get you far!

Your bestfriend Jin is sitting on your couch in your apartment, completly frozen like he’s been struck by lightening, with his mouth agape. You’re horny and wants to play a little game with him. After all, you’ve seen him taking glaces at you for quiet some time now, so this will be easy, or wont it?

Holy mother of all fucks! Look at that pussy! Look at that juicy little pussy!
Jin swallows, wanting to slide his tongue through your plump labia very badly.

“Jin?”

Guiltily, he guickly moves his gaze from your cunt to your face.
“Huh?” You pull your panties even more to the side and Jin’s cock immediately gives a brusque throb in his pants. “S-sorry, Y/n.”, his voice sounding meek and desperate so he clear his throat. “What did you say?”

“I asked if I did it right?”

“Did what? Did what right?”

You giggles. “Shave!”

“Uh… Yeah, that looks okay.”

Jin licks his lips and swallows again because of the sight that fills his mouth with saliva.

“Arw you sure?”

“Um… Yeah, I’m pretty sure, Y/n.”

In his pants his cock approves too by oozing a huge drop of precum.

“You like it?”

“Oh, yeah. I like it!”, he nods vigorously, not being able to withholds a wanton grin.

Yeah, that’s one hot pussy!

“Can you show me yours?”

Jin snaps out of his horny state and moves his gaze to your face again, frowning a little. “Wha-what?”

With a innocent chin jerk, you motiones to his cock and the bastard approves again.

Could I? He looks at your cunt once more. Such a juicy little cunt! And he hasn’t had sex in months. Oh, hell, yes, he could!
Hands trembling, he unzips himself, letting his hard cock to spring free through the pouch of his briefs.

“Oh, wow, Jin! That’s so big!”

He nods a little embarrassed. “It’s not that big.”

You immediately wrap your fingers around his girth and a chocked moan escapes him as his eyes crossed.

“Feels nice, too!”, you say moving your hand up and down his long cock.
With another guiltily glance at you, Jin quickly takes of his pants, pushing them down his legs and let his balls free as well. Then he turns back to you with a sweet voice and says, “Give it a kiss, won’t you? That’s a good little girl!” He pats your head as you bends to touch your lips to the head of his cock. “Ooh, yeah!” A shiver rans through him. “Now use your tongue, yes!”

You swerl your wet tongue around him and then kisses him and alternates like that until he goes completly crazy. He dosen’t but he loses all his control and he grabs a fistful of your hair and shoves himself down your throat.

“Ooooohhh, fuck!”, Jin shivers again.

"Mmmmmm!”, you try to push him away as you chokes and gags on his cock, but he is too strong for you.

“Ah, shit, this is so good!”, he groans low as you gag again and saliva spills all over his desperate balls. “Take it, yeah!” Moving slowly at first, he starts to fuck your mouth. “Ooh, you shoudn’t tease your Daddy like that, baby!”

“Mmm, mmm!”

“Sh, sh, shh, Daddy’s almost done!”
And sure enough, a few thrusts later he begins to tremble with the impending orgasm as his cock swells into your mouth.

“Oh, fuck, yeah!”, he cries as the sperm eruptes out of him in long threads. It slides down your throat and makes you choke, but as he rides his pleasure he couldn’t care less. “Swallow! Yeah, that’s it!”, he patts you head again as you gulps around his dickhead. “Mmm, baby, you made me so fucking happy!” Jin pulls out of your mouth and you coughs out saliva and cum. “Now I’m gonna make you happy!” He grins as he walks you to your bedroom and pushes you down on your bed.

End note: I’m so sorry! Or am I??? ;)

{Here.}

It’s an experiment in limitations, unofficially titled how drunk is too drunk for a person who doesn’t do the drunk thing. The mistake had been in thinking that a few extra drinks would do nothing more than loosen a few of Neil’s strings. Andrew had forgotten to consider the unfortunate side effect, that alcohol amplifies natural tendencies, and so as soon as Neil hits one too many, he takes the opportunity to thoroughly roast all of his teammates (with the exception of Andrew, who spends the evening braced for it anyway).

The non-monsters plus Nicky (and baby Foxes, whose existence Andrew ignores on principal) only egg him on, while Neil remains oblivious to the fact that they’re exceedingly entertained and not mortally wounded, like he intends. It’s a mess that Andrew watches silently from the kitchen, carefully nursing his own drink, while making sure Neil doesn’t do or say anything irreversibly stupid, or there would be additional messes for Andrew to clean in the morning.

It’s all well and good, fun and games, no one quite loses an eye, but Neil trips over a chair leg on his merry way to assault Kevin and goes sprawling on the carpet instead, amid a laughing (but concerned) chorus of fellow drunkards.

“Ow.”

Baby.

Neil rolls onto his back and claps a hand to his forehead, even though it was not his head that he hit, but most everything else.

Relinquishing the stormy hold he has on the empty kitchen, Andrew crosses the living room to loom over Neil, unimpressed and ignoring the triumphant cheers and disappointed groans as money exchanges hands behind them. (The game: how badly will Neil’s first drunken adventure end? Provide examples. Nicky whines, “Twenty bucks on Kevin bitch slapping him. So close. Damn chair. You rigged it, Allison, you put that there.” She did not.)

Neil looks up at him through his fingers and with unfocused eyes, but he smiles brilliantly. Andrew considers wiping it off of his face with his foot, but then Neil says, practically sings, “Andrew.”

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I Really Really Missed You (Suggestive)

Originally posted by infinitblaq

A/N: sorry this isn’t the best and also that it took 27835 years lmao @choco-seventeen

It wasn’t easy to be in love with a boy that was never home, especially tonight. You hummed quietly to yourself while you mixed a dollop of honey into your tea. Your feet stood idly on the cold tile floor making your skin prickle and a chill jolting up your back. Only a big white tank top hung over your frame, Jun’s T-shirt to be exact. It was an old T-shirt he left behind while he went on tour three weeks ago, a small red stain of what you hoped was ketchup on the collar of the shirt making you understand why Jun left it behind.

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My Impression Of You

A/N: So, this is my first attempt to write a Riverdale one-shot! I was inspired to write this after I listened to some music and I hope you’ll like it! Archie’s personality is something I wonder about a lot while watching Riverdale and I explore that here. Please let me know what you think about it and if you’d like to read more! xo

Plot: Your perfectly normal day gets disturbed by Archie Andrews, one of the popular kids you usually only observe from a distance. Suddenly, though, you have one of the deepest conversations of your life and maybe have to revise your opinion about him.

Originally posted by archic-andrews

It was a usual Friday afternoon when Archie Andrews decided to disturb your life. A wonderfully normal day in Riverdale like every other day, at least before Jason Blossom was murdered. You kept to yourself throughout the morning periods, as usually, ate your lunch in the sun under the big oak tree and pretty much spent the whole day thinking about how you could improve the stage design for the newest play the little drama group at your school was planning. That was your thing. Making props, painting them, working on them in peace and alone. That was what you loved most.

Only that Friday afternoon it didn’t go down like that. You sat down to continue painting the majestic tree that would be at the centre of the stage in act three, biting your lower lip, frowning and placing brush marks here and there in highest concentration. Forgetting pretty much everything around you or just blending it out because it didn’t matter in that moment. That’s why he caught you off guard when he cleared his throat to get your attention.

You twitched and turned around, staring at Archie Andrews standing there with a curious expression, grasping the strap of his backpack and wearing that blue and yellow football jacket that you never really liked. You just never got why they felt the need to wear them 24/7. Maybe to show their status, which didn’t make them appear any more sympathetic in your eyes.

“Ehm…did you lose your way?”, you asked him because nobody ever came into that room. Especially no popular kid. Never.

Archie raised his eyebrows in surprise and hurried to answer. “Oh, no, I was searching for the props department. That’s right here, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…what do you need?” You were absolutely aware of the fact that you sounded a little hostile but you couldn’t help yourself. Archie had never talked to you before. You doubted that he had even noticed you before. You only knew his voice from scraps of conversation you took up when you passed him in the hallway or, more currently, from when he was singing. He was one of the people who never really hurt others, or at least don’t attempt to do so, but also rest themselves in their social status without looking at those who surround them. At least that’s what you thought.

“Well, I thought I could do this as an extracurricular activity”, he explained, still without moving an inch. It was obvious that your reaction scared him away a little.

“But you’re in the football team”, you stated irritated.

“Yeah. So?”

“So why would you want to join the prop department? Which, by the way, consists of only me.”

“I kinda need the extra credit”, he finally admitted and you sighed to yourself. Of course. That was so typical. They thought painting cardboards was an easy way to gain credits. You actually would’ve been surprised if he had had any passion for this. Well, you didn’t really want to get upset about it because they usually never came back for a second time, so why bother?

“Alright. You can paint this tree over there, I already draw the lines and we can put it somewhere in the background. Just don’t screw up too badly”, you advised him, pointing at a prop in the corner of the room and returning to your own work. He shot you another amazed look before he pulled a chair to the cardboard, placed his backpack next to the door and sat down to start painting.

For a while you worked in silence and you tried to ignore that Archie was there, which was nearly impossible because whatever you could say about him, he definitely had some emission. While you were a person that could easily disappear in a crowd, he wasn’t. Maybe because of the red hair.

“Why are you the only one working on this?”, he asked you at some point without looking at you. It didn’t seem like the mere attempt to do smalltalk but like he was honestly interested in the answer, so you gave it.

“Because nobody gives a damn about theatre in this school”, you said, unable to hide the bitter tone in your voice. “It’s all about music. All about the Pussycats. Or people like you. And no offense, music is a form of art too, it deserves attention! But it’s really annoying that it gets so much of it and drama absolutely none.”

“Well…I don’t think it gets none…”, he mumbled with a frown.

“Really? Have you seen one play since you go to this Highschool?”, you stopped him right there, watching closely while he thought about it. Him pressing his lips together and not giving an answer was answer enough.

“Thought so. Like I said. It’s all about football, the Vixens and music.”

“And you don’t like any of that”, he mused. By now he totally forgot about painting the tree and was simply watching you closely, maybe trying to figure out where all the weirdness and bitterness came from. You were not a victim of bullying or in any way ugly. You just didn’t like those Higschool power games.

You pushed out a little laugh at his statement and shot him an amused look, meeting his warm brown eyes for the first time. “No. That’s not the point. I do like watching football games like every other person. I do like listening to the Pussycats, although it’s not necessarily my type of music. I just…I just don’t like the whole thing surrounding it, you know? All these people enjoying their popularity and the attention others, and with that I mean normal students like me, give them and not even minding to get to know our names. Like we aren’t part of the same school.”

It was confusing that he made you open up like that but it also felt good to get it off your chest. Although it probably wasn’t fair that he was the one receiving all your anger because he really wasn’t the worst of the lot by far.

Archie now looked at you with raised eyebrows. For the first time since he entered the room, a little smile played around his lips. It changed his face very positively.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N”, he suddenly said triumphantly.

You blinked at him, honestly astounded. “What?”

“Y/N. That’s your name. We have been in the same school since first grade, why wouldn’t I know your name?”

His smile widened a bit at your expression and you quickly hid behind your tree, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Although you really were surprised. You hadn’t expected that. Your paths never crossed and you never had the feeling like Archie was particularly aware of your existence.

“Okay, I’ll grant you that. Doesn’t change the bigger picture, though”, you grumbled.

He was silent for another moment and you already thought that you won and finally hushed him when he suddenly asked: “You don’t like me much, do you?” Still the question didn’t sound like he was upset or mad about your behaviour but simply curious.

You sighed once again and rolled your chair aside so you fully faced him. He was returning your gaze attentively, as if you were a particularly interesting object in a museum. You almost blushed but you were able to keep your cool and stare at him as patronizing as possible.

“Look, Archie, it’s not like that. I don’t even really know you. I simply don’t like the fact that everybody thinks people like you are perfect.”

“I’m not perfect”, he shot back automatically.

“Oh, I know.”

You realized too late that that was really offensive. You felt the heat creeping into your cheeks as his mouth dropped open and Archie looked hurt for a moment. He squinted his eyes and ran his fingers through his red hair, probably contemplating how he was supposed to react.

“What do you mean with that?”, he asked you in the end, sounding more careful and restrained than before.

You gulped down your embarrassment and searched for words that could explain what you actually meant.

“Well…I can only tell you what I observed from a distance. But in my opinion you are always really trying to do the right thing and often screw up. There is that thing with Betty. I mean, everybody in this school knows what’s been going on there and she is an absolute sweetheart but you kinda let her down the worst way possible. I am not saying that you don’t like her or respect her but you could’ve done that way more sensible. Especially since you obviously returned from this summer less boyish, whatever the reason for that is.”

Archie listened to you patiently, not interrupting you or getting angry at you which might have been a reasonable reaction to the accusations of a person that he had nothing to do with. It seemed more like he wanted to hear it, like he wondered a lot about himself but needed someone else to deliver conclusions and solutions. You felt your respect for him growing a bit because not many people were able to accept criticism like him.

“I know that I hurt Betty and I really regret that, but I didn’t do it on purpose”, he defended himself in the end, his eyes mirroring the pain he obviously felt about it.

You gave him a little understanding smile. “Of course not. Honestly, Archie, I think your problem is your insecurity. Betty was in a bad place the last few weeks, probably because of her sister or something, I’m not sure, and I gotta say that I was surprised when you weren’t really there for her. I guess you were so indulged in your music and in your fears of not being good enough in what you do. You just don’t believe enough in yourself, which is absurd regarding that everyone around you supports you. You always need people helping you, telling you that you have talent and then you engage in those far too quickly. And with that I mean Victoria and Valerie. Instead of letting them build your confidence, maybe you should learn to build it up on your own.”

You were a little bit confused yourself why you knew so much about him, so you couldn’t judge him for being even more irritated. You both totally forgot why you were here and simply sat in that room and looked at each other while Archie was processing what you just said. If he decided to simply run away now you would’ve understood. But he didn’t.

“Fair enough. I guess I have to think about it. There is one thing I don’t get, though: you seem to be interested in what’s happening around you, in the people that surround you. You even said that Betty is an absolute sweetheart, but you never returned her attempts to make conversation. So why don’t you mingle more and at least try to share your passion with others?”, he investigated, now sitting on the edge of his chair, his body tensed as if he found this dialogue quite fascinating.

It was the first time that you were on the defensive side and you immediately felt uneasy when he spoke about your persona. You were a lot better at reflecting others than yourself. You bit your lower lip and instead of keeping to look at him, your gaze returned to your half-finished tree. That made answering a little bit easier.

“Well, I guess I have to think about it.”

You missed the smirk that appeared on Archie’s face as you repeated his retort. He watched you for some time while you started to paint again, caught up in his own thoughts that you produced with your words. He didn’t have such an intense conversation for a very long time.

As the bell rang, both of you almost jumped. Man, that hour passed quickly. You were almost sorry when Archie got up from his chair and threw his backpack over his shoulder. And you were annoyed at yourself for that. But this exchange of words was the most interesting and intimate thing that happened to you in quite some time.

“This definitely turned out different than I thought but it was entertaining. I’ll see you next week”, he told you, grinning at you before he left the room. Although he didn’t look mad you were pretty sure that he wouldn’t return for another session. Little did you know that you awoke Archie’s curiosity. And little did you realize how much he awoke yours.


I’ll Be There

Steve x Reader

Shout out to the wonderful, amazing and so, so patient @frickin-bats who has had to wait months and months and months for this request and never once complained about having to do so. I am so very sorry you had such a long wait darling all I can do is apologise and hope that this makes up for the wait you had to put in to finally see it- So much love Lana xx

Request: Hi! I saw you were taking request and I was wondering if you could please write one where Steve and a heavily pregnant reader are both avengers and one day Steve gets seriously hurt on a mission and the stress causes the reader to go into labor so the team is there for her? Lot of fluff/angst and maybe a happy ending? Thanks soooo much! 😊

Warnings: A hard labour, that results in reader being under severe stress and needing surgery.

Words: c, 2,100


Steve was rushing around the room packing the last few items in his mission bag and you followed him slowly, hand on your bump, trying to make him slow down.

“Please Steve I’m begging you, sit this one out!”

“Y/n, you know I can’t,” he sighed repeating himself for over the hundredth time, “It has to be me that goes. Besides, Bucky is going to be right here with you and I’ll be home before you even know it.”

A knock on the door signified that Bucky had arrived and when you opened the door, you smiled widely noting that he brought with him all the treats you loved to eat.

Whereas Steve preferred to eat a healthy diet, Bucky was your junkfood friend and his sweet tooth had been one of the things you had first bonded over. You had introduced him to so many sweet things and it had sort of become ‘your thing’ to and try out new treats and desserts with Bucky.

Even if they weren’t new for you, even if you’d eaten them a thousand times you would go with him because it made him excited and back in the early days you would have went to the moon with him if it made him happy.

He placed his collection of treats on the coffee table and came over to stand beside you where you were watching Steve pack his things.

“How is nugget today?” he asked reaching out to rub at your swollen stomach, and smiling when he felt a kick, “She knows her favourite uncle is here,” he smiled and Steve was smart because calling Bucky and having him here was already doing wonders for your nerves. Even if you still wished that Steve didn’t have to go do the Captain-America thing tonight.

“I’ll call you when I’m on the way home,” he told you kissing you on the forehead, and you pulled him in for a tight hug.

“Look after my girls,” Steve told Bucky in mock warning and Bucky patted him on the back, he didn’t need to be asked, he would lay down his life for you and Steve knew it, as they hugged quickly Nat appeared at the door and Steve was on his way.


You were halfway through the Prisoner of Azkaban, you and Bucky had decided to have a Harry Potter marathon, when Bucky’s phone rang and you paused the movie for him to answer.

His eyes went wide and he rose from the couch.

“How serious?” he asked in a hushed tone, trying not to panic you, but he knew it was too late as the panic appeared on your face, and he knew he couldn’t mask the terror on his own.

Steve was hurt, and badly and now he was asking to speak to you ‘just in case’ as he’d put it, before he passed you the phone he asked you to try and keep calm, and you nodded as you pressed your ear to the phone.

“Y/n?” it was Steve his breathing was coming out ragged and your heart stopped in your chest.

“Y/n I’ve been injured, back up is on the way and I’m going to be fine,” he paused as he took another ragged breath “I’m not leaving you and our child, I made you a promise and I fully intend to keep it, but sometimes my promises don’t work out quite the way I wanted them to so let me tell you, you are the love of my life, I never thought I could love anyone the way I love you, and you are going to be a fantastic mother to our little girl.”

You were openly crying now and he tried to shush you, “Hold on for us Steve please, we need you. I can’t do this on my own.”

“Listen to me, I’ll come back to you. To both of you. I’ll be there!”

“I love you,” you told him honestly and listened to him repeat the words back to you, as the line went dead you shot up from the couch and Bucky pulled you to him as you sobbed your heart out not even able to formulate a sentence.

Bucky fetched you a glass of water as you were beginning to hyperventilate and you downed it gratefully.

“Listen to me,” he said getting on his hunkers and brushing his fingers through your hair, “I know Steve, better than I ever knew anybody else and he’s strong and stubborn but more than anything he loves you and there’s no way in hell he’s going to leave you. Do you hear me?”

You nodded and placed a hand over your bump, trying to will yourself to calm down, Bucky rose and took his phone out to make a call, trying to find out any information he could.


You could hear Bucky pacing back and forth outside the hall and you tried to focus on the sounds of his steps, tried to focus your energy on breathing quick shallow breaths. A huge cramp took you over and you cried out in pain, attempting to stand up to ease the pain and feeling horrified when you noticed your waters had broken.

“Not now. Please not now,” you cried out, clutching your stomach and silently willing your little girl to stay put!

You called out for Bucky and he stuck his head around the door worriedly and damn near dropped his phone when he saw the situation in front of him.


“Bucky, I’m not ready. I’m not ready!”

“Shh,” he tried to sooth you as he ran into the room to fetch your delivery bag, and gently guide you out the door.

He buckled you into the car and drove like a madman to the hospital, calling Tony and freaking out over the phone with him, and having Tony try his best to sooth Bucky would have made you smile on a good day, but you were in a mixed state of shock and pain right now and the only voice you wanted to hear was Steve’s telling you that everything was going to be alright.

You called his phone only for it to ring out and his voicemail played. You called it another four times just to hear his voice.

You barely registered the tears falling down your cheek as Bucky led you inside the hospital and you watched the bright lights flashing overhead as you were wheeled down to the delivery room.

Bucky stayed by your side, holding your hand through each painful round of contractions and soon Tony arrived, promising to do everything he could to bring Steve and Nat home.

Machines beeping caused you to lock eyes with Bucky, and soon doctors were flooding into your room, you called out to him, repeating his name as they began to wheel you to surgery, his panicked expression and him struggling against doctors trying to hold him back  the last thing you saw before you rounded the corner.


The feeling of someone stroking your hair gently pulled you from the depths of slumber, and you opened your eyes. Once. Twice. Three times before they would stay open and Bucky’s blue eyes were the first thing you saw.

“Where is she?” you cried weakly and he smiled gently with tears in his eyes.

“She’s right here, she’s beautiful y/n. She looks just like her mommy.”

You sighed in relief as tears sprung to your eyes and you attempted to sit up, Bucky sprang into action, helping you up and placing your daughter in your arms.

“She’s so beautiful,” you cried kissing her forehead and stroking her tiny hands.

Bucky kissed your forehead, “You scared the hell out of me, I thought I had lost you too.”

Too?

“Steve?” you cried out again, the heart machine beeping with the increase of your heartbeat.

“No word yet,” Bucky said sadly, “Tony is gone to their last point of coordination, he promised to let me know as soon as he knew anything.”

You cradled your little girl to you as your door opened and you looked up to see the concerned faces of all your team as they flooded around your bed.

Wanda climbed carefully onto the bed beside you and cooed over your little girl while Sam pulled Bucky into a long hug that spoke volumes, you watched the slump of Bucky’s shoulders and you couldn’t imagine what the last few hours had been like for him.

Scott and Clint, took it in turns of suggesting names that she looked like when it was their turn to hold her and you couldn’t help but smile when both of them agreed on Peach.

“We are not calling our daughter Peach,” a tired and exhausted voice interrupted from the doorway and you almost ripped the needles out of your arms to get to him.

“Careful y/n. Careful,” Wanda urged as he finally came into view. Battered, bruised and broken, but alive.  

You were crying before he even made it into your arms and he was crying too, you sensed the emptying of your room as your team retreated into the hall to give you guys a moment.

You couldn’t even coherently communicate sentences but you knew exactly what the other meant, and when he kissed you it was like everything was right in the world again. You had been utterly lost without him, but now you felt settled again.

When he finally pulled away, Bucky stepped forward with your little girl and placed her gently into Steve’s arms and Steve actively wept holding the tiny bundle in his arms.

Bucky gently went to leave the room, before you called out his name.

“Don’t go,” you asked but it sounded more like pleading.

“This is a family moment,” he answered gently.

“You are family Buck,” you insisted and urged him to come back over, which he did shyly and with an expression you couldn’t quite read.

“I don’t know what I would have done without you today,” you told him honestly.

“You’re my family too,” he confessed quietly and Steve sniffed loudly, this moment being momentous to him.

“God, we hadn’t even settled on a name,” Steve chuckled as his little girl wrapped her hands around his finger.

You smiled up at him and it was almost like he could read your mind.

“Why don’t we ask her godfather for some suggestions?” you smiled at Steve and he smiled at Bucky.

“Me?” he shrieked “I couldn’t possibly!”

Both you and Steve fixed him with the same stare and he smiled gently.

“Ella?” he suggested shyly.

Steve moved towards you and ducked down so you could both look at her.

“What do you think mama? Does she look like an Ella to you?”

You nodded through tears as you stroked her tiny pink cheek and Steve kissed you on the forehead.

“Hello baby Ella,” he cooed and you pulled her tiny hand to your mouth to press a gentle kiss to it.

Bucky shifted on the end of your bed and you regarded him as he wiped gently at the corners of his eyes, and then the moment was interrupted by Nat storming into the room to pull you into the firmest hug you had ever been in in your life and you couldn’t help but laugh as she almost swiped Ella from Steve.

“Hi baby,” she whispered pressing a kiss to her tiny face and climbing onto the bed beside you.

“Don’t ever scare your aunty Nat like that again,” she whispered to your tiny little girl.

“You mean godmother,” Steve corrected and she whipped her head up to look between both of you.

“As if there was any other option,” you joked “You are the best godmother she could ever have.”

She smiled genuinely, and turned her attention back to Ella, “You are forbidden to date until you are at least 25,” she warned and you laughed loudly, causing everyone to look at you.

“With Steve as her father, and you and Bucky as godparents the poor girl is not going to be able to date anybody.”

“Ah you’re forgetting something,” Tony’s voice interrupted as your team mates began to pour back into the room. “There is a whole line of us that guys have to get through before they even make it to the Bucky and Nat stage.”

You smiled back up at him and couldn’t help but be excited for what the future meant for you and your over-sized dysfunctional family.

You reached out for Steve’s hand and smiled when he clasped yours in his much larger one, eternally grateful that he kept his promise to you. He was here and that was all that mattered. 


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The world around you fades as Rick spreads your legs wide open for him. He’s still fully clothed as he bends over your naked body and ties your wrists to the headboard with a pair of cuffs. Small goosebumps building on your arm as the cold metal touches your skin and he leans down, hovering his lips over yours.
“Safeword?”
“Blue.” You whisper, staring submissive to his half open mouth.

“Blue, what?”

“Blue, officer.”
Another shiver runs down your spine as he gives an approving hum before kissing you tenderly. Slow, almost lazily he moves his lips while grabbing your cunt. Your eyes widen before you quickly close them, suppressing the urge to grind against his hand.
Warm, silky juice builds on your inner labia, soon moistens his fingers as he conquers your mouth with his tongue. You whimper as he teases your aching core with his middle finger before pushing it deep in your body.
“Oh… oh god, officer. Please.” You plead as he pulls back, watching you from darkened piercing blue eyes.

“Move.”

Not able to give an answer you start buckling and grinding against the finger, moaning as he twirls his finger. A cry in pleasure leaving your throat as he reaches your sensitive spot and keeps the angle for a moment before pulling out. You let out a desperate noise while he licks your juices away.
“Delicious.” He mumbles and sits up to get out of his plaid.
Biting your lips you watch him how he unzips his pants and pulls it down in a quick movement, gasping relieved as his cock springs free. Needily you somehow try to reach out for him while he thinks about what doing next with you.
“Officer, please. Pl..”
You get cut off as the door opens and a shriek in panic escapes your throat while Rick tries to cover you.

“Well that’s some nasty shit I was looking for.”

“Get out.” Rick growls, but eyes still widen like yours.
Blushing you look at Negan to see what he’s doing next, noticing the bulge which slowly builds as he stares back at you. Unwittingly you lick the lips as an unapproved picture running through your mind how they’re both taking you.
“I’m not fucking sure if I should do that.” Negan chuckles. “Your girl seems to want that thick, meaty dick of mine.”
“Is that true?” Rick asks, grabbing your dripping pussy.
“Ye-yes, officer.”
“You wanted him before?” Roughly he slides two fingers in you, letting you jolt.
“No-no. Officer.”
“You’re some kinky shit, Grimes.” Negan snickers, clearly aroused from your doing.
“My girl, my rules.” Rick says and the taller man nods, starting to undress himself.

Rick’s fingers doesn’t leave your cunt as Negan kneels down next to your head, his half hard cock prodding against your cheek.
“Straddle her.” Rick orders as a new torrent of juice leaking his hand.
“Shit Rick, you’re sure?” Negan asks and does what he said. “Don’t wanna make her fucking choke.”
“She’ll be ok.”
Your chest is caged between Negan’s legs, letting you feel how he trembles in excitement as you lift up the head to lick over his length.
It gives you an erotic thrill to see the Saviors leader this dominant and submissive at the same time while you not know what Rick will do next. He’s still not moving and it’s driving you insane that you don’t get the satisfaction you need so badly.

“Wave with your right hand when you want us to stop.”

“Yes officer.” You respond after pulling back from Negan’s dick for a second.
“Heh, can she call me daddy?” Negan looks back, giving an disappointed sigh as Rick probably shook his head. “She’ll stay silent any-fucking-way with her mouth full.”

It’s like his sentence just gave the start signal as Rick grabs your hip with one hand to bury himself in you while Negan shoves his dick down your throat.
With widen watering eyes you start gagging as firework explodes in your lower belly and you’re clenching around Rick. But instead of giving you time to enjoy the orgasm they continuing to thrust in you.
Their groans mix in a symphony of sins.
Negan’s balls smacking against your chin whenever he fills you until the hilt, his hand finding the way in your hair to hold you in position.
“Naughty girl.” Rick growls, slapping your thighs. “Creaming all over my cock.”
“Is it weird that your dirty talk turn me the fuck on?” Negan chuckles breathlessly and even Rick snorts a short laughter.
You whimper from the feeling of being overstimulated, but trying the best to twirl your tongue around the shaft and sucking his thick cockhead.
“She’s a damn pro, A with an asterisk.” Negan groans now deeply. “You trained her well.”
As he’s twitching you’re hollowing the cheeks to suck harder while your tongue massages the frenulum and it has the desired effect. His upper body falls forward and with a harsh groan he grabs the headboard, letting you do all the work while he just enjoys.

Rick hums in approve with your doing and slows down his pace, circling his hips while giving your clit some lazy rubs. You start relaxing under the soft touches and soon your pussy stops squeezing around him and he’s going back to quickens his pace.
Negan above you hisses quietly as you drag your teeth over the pulsing vein and he pounds faster until he comes with a shamelessly loud groan. Warm semen spills over your tongue, down the throat and you swallowing the salty mass before licking him clean. Satisfied Negan pulls out of your mouth, giving your cheek a gentle squeeze and getting from you. But instead of leaving the room after he got in his pants, Negan sits down next to you on an armchair.

Rick’s hovering you again, making a grab for your right breast to twirl the nipple between his index and middle finger while continuing to penetrate you. His body covering half of yours as he leans down to bite your earlobe.
“You liked how he tasted?”
“Ye-yes, officer. Oh..oh god, please.” You whimper as he stills his hips, deep burying in you.
“Would you like to have us both again? Here..” He’s giving you a hard slam before sliding out to press the tip of his cock against your ass. “.. and here?”
“Yes, yes! Officer.”
You’re arching against the cuffs, wrists for sure reddened from the movements as he let go of your ass to give you the final thrust.
It feels like someone knocked the wind out of you as your pussy starts clenching again until it aches. The screams and whines which needs so desperately leave your mouth are muffled by Rick’s hand who has troubles to keep his own orgasm under control. His wet forehead pressing in the crook of your neck, mixing your sweat together.
From somewhere, far away from this place of pure bliss, you hear Negan’s voice. But you can’t concentrate on what he’s saying, instead you’re watching through half closed eyes how he takes off the cuffs and carefully kisses the wounded skin.
“You ok?” He asks and you give him a small nod, still everywhere else than in this bedroom.
“Al-fucking-right, see ya in a week.” Negan winks at you and takes the rest of his clothes before leaving the room.
As you look back at Rick, you can clearly see that a plan builds in his head and you’d be an important part of it…

The Wounded Heart(M)

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Angst, Smut

A/N: I don’t really have anything to say about this one! Enjoy!!

-Admin Moon


“Touch me,” I breathed, my eyes on his. “Just… just once, touch me.”

“Y/N,“ He choked​ out. "I… you know I can’t do that. It’s not right. You know I…I…I just can’t.”

“Cause we’re in your office?” I asked. “Because I’m your my best friend and I don’t want you…,” He told me, while I managed to wring my arms around him. My bottom lip shook as I let out a small whine, “But I want you,” I begged. “I want you so bad, Hobi.” I leaned closer to her even though he tried to put some distance between us. I start whispering in his ear. “I dream about you. I think about you. I…” My breath hitches. “I want you. I want you to be the first… I need it to be you. I want everything I know you can give me.”

After last night I knew I wanted to be with him, the man I loved…my bestfriend. He look away but my mouth followed, landing softly on the soft skin behind his ear. He groan out loud as I began making small nibbles on it, making him tighten his grip on my wrists. “Stop this, right now,” He order her, but I just snuggled closer to him, so needy for his attention it hurt. “Y/N, you need to stop.”

“Make me, Hobi” I taunted him, causing him to gather my wrists in one arm and put it behind my back, while the other one went to my neck. When he gripped my throat tightly, my breath caught. “We’re not doing this,” He snarl at me. “You’re my best friend, I don’t want anything to happen to you. Because if you hurt me, your punishment will be worse than theirs were.” My throat contracted as I tried to get oxygen. “You can try and stop me,” she manages to get out. “But you’re the one who’s going to break in the end, Hobi.” I wrestled out of his embrace, but he doesn’t let me get away. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me back. “Stop playing,” He growls at me. “You’re walking on very thin ice.”

I gasp when his fingers touch my hips. He pulls me closer and sits on his desk, and suddenly I’m between his legs. I can feel how fucking hard he is, the thick outline of his cock brushing up against my thighs. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want him right now. I need this, I’ve waited for so long for this moment. If only if he would let me. “I’m not playing, Hobi” I manage to whisper. “This is real to me. This, between us, whatever it is. I want you.” He mutters something under his breath, his eyes roaming over my body and leaving goosebumps erupting under my clothes in their wake.

His hands don’t move from my hips even though I want them to, and I know he’s trying to decide what to do with me. “Just let it happen,” I say softly. “Just… fuck me, Hobi…please. We both know it’s going to happen sooner or later.”

“It shouldn’t,“ he mutters quickly. "It shouldn’t fucking happen. You’re messing with my head, Y/N. You’re… You’re too much…” I reach for his lapels to pull him closer, molding my mouth to his in a desperate kiss. I’m trying to make him see how very badly I need this, his mouth touching mine, his tongue slipping inside me and taking me. I kiss him with all the fight I have left in my body, the anger from him denying me all this time, the desperation I felt when we spent the weekend together. I need this, and it’s becoming evident as every cell in my body becomes so involved in the kiss I end up crumpling in his lap.

Hoseok holds me up by my hips and gives me a strained look. “You don’t want this, Y/N,” he warns me. “I’m not gentle, I’m not sweet, I’m not the right guy.” I know all of this, yet I this want him. I crave him. I need him to finally be mine. I look at him, realizing he’s battling himself on the inside. “Please,” I beg him. “Please, I want this so badly. You’re… you’re the one I want to be my first.”

His fingers tighten and bunch up the fabric of my blouse, and he groans when I keep begging in the softest of voices. Just repeating that one word over and over again, please Hobi, fuck me please, I need you please, please take me. He breaks slowly, his resolve weakening but his grip on my clothes tightening. I moan when he pulls me even closer, when my pussy brushes up against his leg, when his dick throbs against my thigh. I can tell how much he’s struggling as he pulls down my skirt and I step out of it, leaving my tights and my shoes on. “Fucking shit, Kitten” he groans, his fingers going to the hem of my blouse.

He undoes them slowly, like he’s trying to change his mind with every button that comes undone. But sooner or later he’s done, and I shrug off the blouse until I’m standing in front of him in my bra. He looks away. “Hobi,” I beg softly. “Look at me, please…” When his eyes meet mine they’re filled with so much pain. He’s afraid I’m going to hurt him, like the bitch who left him for his brother. We’ve been friends for years now, he should know me better than this.

I pull down my tights and step out of them. Now I’m just in a blue lingerie set, it had a lighter blue as the trim, which popped against my skin.

He’s staring at me and I shiver under his touch as his fingers stroke my tummy gently. “I can’t do this,” he groans. “I can’t fucking do this to you, Y/N.” I take his hand and place it on my neck, his fingers trembling as they wrap around my throat. “But I need you to,” I whisper. “Use me, Hobi. Do whatever you want to me. I trust you, I know you won’t hurt me like you think. Let me help you heal.”

He curses under his breath and I see him break. And then everything happens so fucking fast I can barely catch a breath. He gets up from his desk, he takes my wrists behind my back and bends me over the desk. I moan with pure ecstasy as my cheek hits the hardwood of it, and his fingers travel down my spine, making me arch my whole body. He undoes the hook of my bra and pulls it off in one motion, my breast bounce free. But they never hit the desk, because he grabs them and pushes his cock into my ass, making me purr like a needy kitten.

"Do you really want this?” he asks me in a low growl, and I barely manage a nod. “Okay, Kitten. I’ll be gentle as I can, I promise…” His voice is sweet but deep as he strokes my chest. I feel my nipples getting hard under his touch and I almost pass out from the feeling building inside me, so desperate to feel him, more of him, filling me, taking me, ruining me. His fingers leave my breasts and I moan in protest, but gasp the next second when he rips my panties off, just like that. “This ass has been driving me insane for years,” he tells me, stroking me with two fingers. What’s insane is the way he makes me feel with barely any contact.

In moments, I’m begging for more and arching my back so desperately my cheeks blush in embarrassment. I attempt to spread my legs, but he pushes them back together, leaning over me to whisper in my ear. “It’ll be even tighter if you keep them like this,“ he whispers gently in my ear, and I cry out.

He grabs my wrists and holds them behind my back with one hand, his other unbuckling his belt and pulling out his cock. I’m so desperate I’m gasping, low, soft sounds making me beg him for his cock inside me. "I need you,” I cry out. “No more waiting.” I feel embarrassed as hell when I feel the first tear fall, not because I’m hurting or scared, it’s because he’s still not inside me. His finger outlines my soaked pussy and I want to scream, fucking scream for more. “Shh, Kitten,” he says gently, but his voice is strained. And then I feel something probing at my entrance, his cock so hard, the tip silky and round and so fucking big my eyes dilate as I look at him over my shoulder. “Fuck,” I breathe panicked breaths. “I can’t, I’m scared.” He strokes my cheek and I just stare and stare at him, “Do you want me to stop, Kitten?” he asks me gently. “I’ll stop right now; we don’t have to talk about this ever again.”

“No,” I say right away. “I’ll hate you if you do, just push it in, I don’t care if it hurts, just fuck me, Hoseok… Shit!” He pushes inside without waiting for me to stop rambling. He doesn’t go slow, he fills my pussy up and I have to bite my lips to stop myself from crying out, because god, it hurts so much, it hurts so fucking good. I can feel him splitting me open, his cock parting my lips and claiming me with one push, one thrust of his powerful hips. He groans behind me and I close my eyes, more tears leaking out and my lips shaking so bad. “Goodness,” he breathes behind me. “What a tight pussy, Kitten.”

He starts thrusting into me slowly, his cock filling me up and leaving me so damn empty in the next second I just want to scream. I adjust to his size when suddenly, it starts feeling good, so fucking good my nails dig into the wood of the desk. “More,” I beg him. “More Hobi. I need so much more.” He grunts and keeps fucking me, and I keep my legs tightly pressed together, and it’s so much, so much to take I feel like I’m about to pass out.

I let out a long moan and he grabs my hips, pushing inside me with such force my body starts hitting the desk, my hip bones bruising with every one of his thrusts. I feel it building inside me, something unknown, something I don’t completely understand. I feel it happening before it actually does, the pressure building, then finally mercilessly, releasing as my pussy let’s go and I scream his name. “Hoseok, Hoseok!”

“Hold on, Kitten,” he grunts. “Just a little bit longer… Just let me use you up, Kitten.” He goes faster and I go limp in his arms. I feel him so deep inside me, and I love this feeling. I can’t believe this is happening. One of his hands goes to my breasts and he has to practically hold me up to keep fucking me, I’m so far gone. I keep whispering for more and he keeps giving it to me, long, deep thrusts that make me roll my eyes back and hope there’s more to come. “I need to cum,” he growls in my ear, blowing strands of my dark mane out of my face. “Yes, give me what I want.” I squeak out. He grunts and pushes inside me, and I feel his hips shaking as he empties himself inside. “You’re such a good girl, Kitten,” he mutters. “Now stay still now, let me finish inside you.” I collapse in his arms, but Hoseok holds me up until I milk him dry.

I feel him release it all inside me, and still, he won’t let go. I feel him getting softer in my pussy, not rock hard anymore, as he cradles me in his arms. He holds me like a man that’s loved me for a long time. He breathes deep, tired breaths into my back, and finally lifts me off his cock. I gasp when he does it, and then he places me down on his desk, like I’m some kind of expensive decoration for his office. He leans over to me and I stare at him deliriously. His hands grasp my face and he kisses me, the first time he’s done it of his own accord.

His lips are hard, but the kiss isn’t. It’s almost sweet, like I had my old bestfriend back. “Are you okay?” he asks me gently, and I nod. “I know it’s a lot to take.” He takes my hand in his and offers me a bottle of water on his desk. I reach for it with shaky fingers, but can’t get the lid off. He does it for me instead, unscrewing it and giving me the water, pouring it in my mouth. I take slow, long gulps while my eyes rest on his. He smiles at me and then makes a face, and I spurt water all over him when I start to laugh.

This is how things used to be…before his ex tore up his precious heart with her claws. I’m not regretting what happened, it had been a long time coming, though. I saw the signs, but he refused to listen to me. I wipe my mouth and give him an apologetic look, “I’ll let you get back to work. I don’t want to get you in trouble.” I say softly, getting off the desk. “Wait.” He pulls me by my wrist gently, giving me an inquisitive look.

“Why don’t I take a half day and go home with you?”

“You…” I look up at him, “You don’t have to do that. I don’t want you to get in trouble with your boss.”

He shakes his head, “Trust me, I won’t. He’s busying doing something…or someone right now.“ Afterwards he pulls me closer. He doesn’t let go of me, just looks into my eyes with an intensity I haven’t seen for awhile. "Can you get dressed?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say softly, and he lets go of me. He zips up his trousers while I put my outfit back on, my cheeks burning like crazy, because I’m not wearing panties under my tights. He tore them into two pieces, and they’re just not salvageable. He pulls me back into his embrace, “Y/N,” he says sternly, one of his hands going to my nape, the other resting on my thigh. “You know you’re mine now, right?” I just stare at him, feeling myself blushing intensely. “Yours?” I repeat. “Yes,” He reaches up to my lips, brushing them with his thumb. Before I really know what I’m doing, I suck his finger into my mouth and he stares at me deeply, letting out a breath when I look up at him with his finger in my mouth. My hands go up and I clutch his wrist. His hold on my neck tightens. “Mine,” he tells me firmly, and a wicked smile lights up his handsome face.