Summary :Jungkook never thought that a few lipstick stains would turn him on.
A/N :I just wanted to post a little something since I’m pretty inactive because of my finals. Inspired by that time I kissed one of my friends on the cheek to see if my lipstick would tranfer and he got super cocky about the stain. Feedback or a questions, everything is here !
“Y/N, what are you doing ?”, laughed Jungkook, resting the controller on his thigh. From his spot on the couch, he was watching you tap your finger on your lower lip, before examinating your fingertip.
“I need to see if my lipstick is going to stay through the night.”, you explained, tapping once again your finger on your lip, your eyes cheking your makeup. You were going out tonight, seeing old friends from highschool, and everything needed to be perfect, you wanted people to look at you and be stunned. The dress hugging your body was enough to leave your roommate breathless, but you were prouder of your makeup, everything was perfect, if it wasn’t for the said lipstick.
“Is that the one you bought last week ?”, asked Jungkook, leaning against the couch. You hummed, remembering the day you dragged the boy to Sephora. Fortunately, he didn’t complain, or maybe you just didn’t listen to his desperate sighs, but he helped you pick a color, the dark chocolate, almost purple color catching his eyes.
“Why don’t you just do the thing you do with your hand.”, he asked gesturing to the top of his hand, talking about that time he saw you place your lips on your hand.
“Ugh, I’m too lazy to wash my hand after, or to go get a tussie.”, you sighed, looking at the clock. Jungkook laughed, getting up and walking towards you before looking at himself in the miroir. Running his hand in his hair, he gave you a faked annoyed look.
“Do it, we’ll see if it leaves a stain.”, proposed Jungkook, tugging at the collar of his shirt, revealing his golden skin a little more.
Smiling at Jungkook, he lightly pushed your shoulder, it wasn’t the first time that he allowed you to test your lipsticks on him and he knew you were dying to test this one too. It just happened one time when you were on a rush, no tissus or anything to place your lips on, and since Jungkook didn’t mind having a stain that he could wash off just after, he was the guinea pig.
Grabbing your roommate’s chin, you quickly kissed a trail from his cheek to his collarbone, as he tilted his head.
“Ouh, that’s a lot.”, you noticed, eyebrows furrowed. A mark of your lips were clearly visible of his cheek, another one in the middle of his neck, and the last one on top of his collarbone, more faded, but it was there.
“I’m definitely taking it with me, I’ll probably have to do some touch ups.”, you mumbled, grabbing the lipstick before throwing it in your purse, not really paying attention as Jungkook stayed silent.
His eyes were glued on the miroir, pupils blowing wide a little bit more as he discovered the stains. Licking his lips, he slowly parted them, feeling his sweatpants grow thighter.
Biting his lower lip, he nodded as he heard you say something, but he never payed attention, a finger coming to touch the stain on his neck. Why was he so turned on by such a simple thing, was it the stains, or you ? Or both ? His hand was aching to wrap around his growing length, but his line of thoughts got cut by the loud sound of the front door closing.
His breath grew uneven as he looked around the apartment, before quickly walking towards his room, his game still paused on the tv screen. Not caring to close his door, he left it slightly open, sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the miroir in front of him. Giving him a full view of his body, Jungkook quickly took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor, as if he was afraid that the lipstick stains would fade away.
With the huge miroir, it was even better, he could clearly see the three marks along his cheek and neck, the last one almost looking like a really dark hickey. His mouth fell agape at how good the color looked, the brownish stains contrasting with his skin. His hand went to his bulge, feeling his already hard cock as a few locks of hair fell in front of his eyes.
Lips slightly pink, glittering with a coat of saliva, his hand grabbed his sheet as the other sneaked beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. A sigh of relief left his lips when he felt his rough hand wrap around his base, teasing himself as he started to slowly move up and down.
His mind was fogged, focused on the ounce of pleasure he was giving himself. Head tilted to the side, he was trying his hardest not to close his eyes, he wanted to see the marks and his skin.
His thumb collected his pre-cum, speading it, a pleased sigh leaving his lips. His movements grew faster, pleasure taking over his body and soon enough, he was pushing the hem of his pants down. The sound of skin filled the room, alongside his sighs, grewing deeper and deeper.
But, his hand wasted enough, he had to use his imagination, his mind wondering. He tried his best to remember the feeling of your lips on his skin, picturing them kissing down his torso, and his hand pumped faster as he imagined your mouth around his cock, a groan leaving his lips.
Maybe your lipstick would leave a few rings around his shaft, a deep moan coming from his chest. He never thought that a few marks would turn him on, but there he was, using his hand to catch his climax because of them.
“God.”, he breathed, his hips bucking. A gasp left his lips as he pictured you again, seeing you in that dress, wishing his could take it off, and let his hands wonder around your body. His lip got caught in his teeth, closing his eyes as he imagined what he would do to you, the taste of arousal linguering on his tongue. And god, he wished you didn’t leave, his hand moving faster and faster, chassing his high. “Y/N, fuck.”, it left his lips without thinking, the blurry image of your body underneath his clouding his mind, his cheek slightly pink, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and torso.
He lost track of everything as his mind started making up how your moans would sound, how your voice would sound as you were begging him to fuck you, how you voice would crack as you moan his name, getting closer and closer to your climax.
His Adam’s apple bobbed against the skin of his throat, regular gasp leaving his lips as he mumbled incoherent phrases. He knew he was getting closer, bucking his hips, before letting out a loud moan, his voice cracking towards the end in what sounded like your name. Panting, his hand slowed down as he released, cum dripping on his torso.
Jungkook slowly opened his eyes, chest falling up and down at an irregular pace as he tried to catch his breath. He closed his eyes, head falling back, trying to process everything.
You both had been out on a date when you got into a fight and you had said some nasty things but so had he. Not to mention, you had a good reason to be angry.
You got out of the car before it even fully stopped and and slammed the door shut, making Jimin grip the steering wheel tightly, in efforts to control his anger. He couldn’t though. He stepped out of the car as well and ran after you and closes the door behind him once he enters his apartment.
“What is your problem?!” He yelled at you, clearly angry with the way you were behaving. You turned around sharply, with an incredulous look in your eyes.
“What is my problem? Are you seriously fucking asking me that, Jimin? We were out on a date after god knows how many months and you got your ‘rumoured’ girlfriend along?! What the fuck is wrong with me?! No, Park Jimin, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yelled back.
Jimin took a step closer to you, eyes red due to his efforts to keep his anger from taking a form which he might regret. “What the fuck, y/n? You know there’s nothing going on between us! She wasn’t feeling too good, and she wanted me to be there for her. You already know how hard things are for her right now, her career’s taken a hit after the news of the scandal broke out. She is not feeling okay and-”
“What about me?” You asked him with pure disbelief written on your face. “Did you think about how I felt when my man was being linked to some other woman? Or is she the only person you’re concerned about?”
Jimin let out a frustrated sigh, he was dangerously close to losing his temper. “Don’t be fucking ridiculous y/n. What you’re going through is completely different from what she is going through. You don’t know shit about our business, you wouldn’t understand. How can you be such an insensitive….bitch? You just walked out of the restaurant while we were having dinner. She must be feeling so awkward. Is this the way you should fucking behave?”
The only thing you could see was red. “Yeah? what about how I’m feeling? You don’t give a shit how I’m feeling, do you? All you’re concerned about is her.” You let out an angry scoff. “Well, you listen to me you asshole. Do whatever the fuck you want with her. You’ve clearly shown me who you care about. Go. Get out. Go to her and ease her awkwardness. Just let me tell you one thing though, whatever little plan is in her mind, it’s clear to me. Crystal clear. I’m not being fooled.”
Jimin frowned in anger and confusion. “What plan…what do you mean?”
“If she was that concerned about getting her career back up, she would be avoiding you at all costs right now, Jimin! Why would she accompany you to a public place? If you ask me, she planned this and she wants this rumour to be perceived as tru-”
You head snapped to your left as you stood there in shock from the impact of his slap. You didn’t bother to stop the tears. You just turned back to look at him with wide eyes.
Jimin stood there shocked looking at his hands, his breathing heavy and shaky, eyes shining because of unshed tears and his hands shaking. He finally turned to look up at you and let out a broken cry as his hands reached out to soothe you but froze as soon as he saw you flinch.
“No, no..” He stepped forward and fell down to his knees.”I-I didn’t mean to do that, y/n..I…I love you.” He said through his cries.
“Step away from me Jimin.” You finally brought your hand down from your cheek, you face blank. “We’re done.”
“NO!” Jimin was suddenly on his feet, your hands in his own, sobbing uncontrollably at the thought of what was going to happen. “No, please, y/n d-don’t leave, okay? Honey, I love you, I SWEAR! I am so sorry, p-please don’t go, hm? Please-” More cries “Don’t leave me, please y/n I swear I won’t ever, ever meet her again. I’ll do everything you say, just don’t leave me. Oh god y/n please..” He fell to his knees, your hands still in his own, looking at you with eyes drowned in tears.
You looked at the man you loved, begging you on his knees to stay and even if your sub-conscious mind was screaming at you to take him back, you couldn’t. You knew your soul wouldn’t forgive you, if you forgave him and let yourself be okay with what he had done. He had just…hit you.
You yanked your hands back and he let out another cry. Without turning back you picked up your purse and walked out of his apartment, leaving behind a sobbing mess of a Jimin crying out for you.
Then and maybe forever.
YAAAAAAAAAAS I’m such an angst-whore I luuuurve it.Tell me how you liked it babies.
*Hitting someone is not acceptable at all. Please don’t ever give this pain to someone. Treasure your partner and if you can’t, then leave them. Don’t ever, ever trap them in an abusive relationship. Stay blessed my babies. 🤘🏻
Pairing: FP Jones x Female Reader (She’s legal, don’t worry)
Summary: Reader has had a crush on FP since being a teenager, but doesn’t act on it until she’s legal
Warnings: Basically just sex, nothing new on my blog
Author’s Note: Please leave some feedback, I love getting feedback!
When she was five, Y/N would always watch her father
throwing on a black leather jacket over his shoulder while her mother begged
him not to go. She would hide behind her bedroom door to watch them argue for
the hundredth time that month. She never understood why her mother was so angry
at her dad; he was only going to work.
Summary: You’re antisocial and one who doesn’t like help from others, when a solo mission goes south, Bucky’s there to help you feel better.
Warnings: smut (just reader receiving oral and fingering), sexual tension
A/N: I was listening to Chains by Nick Jonas and then this idea came to me but I’m also thinking about doing a fic based on the song Chains bc I really like that song. I don’t have a plot for it yet, just smut and fluff, so if you have any ideas for what that fic could be about feel free to put it in the replies down below. Also, I wrote this in a different environment and I’m curious of my writing style or anything related has changed so I know where I write the best; that means feedback is more than welcome!
Rain plummeted from the grey clouds, making rhythmic noises as they shattered against the roof of T’Challa’s place, the mansion you had called home since the Avengers had split. It wasn’t like you weren’t used to living in such a large place, you had your own room back in the tower, but you weren’t used to all the people who worked along side the new King of Wakanda.
T’Challa had specialists called in to help Wanda learn to control her powers, to train in the air with Sam, create new arrows for Clint, make sure Scott didn’t hurt himself while using his suit; there was even a guy to work with Steve to teach him how to use the latest technology. Bucky joined in on the lessons every so often after he was unfrozen, but most of the time he kept to himself.
Bucky had his own team of specialists, working with his mind and trying to help him unscramble it. When he got his new arm, a gift from T’Challa, he spent time in the health center getting tests run. They had to make sure it wasn’t malfunctioning.
You, on the other hand, were always out shopping or doing solo missions. You hated being locked up in the mansion, surrounded by people you didn’t know or fully trust. T’Challa, and Steve, reassured you that they were trustworthy, but you were still weary.
Steve offered to go on the missions with you, but you always turned down his help. You could do them yourself, they weren’t anything too dangerous. They were just simple undercover missions and obtaining information, you could do them in your sleep.
When you weren’t out looking around Wakanda or going on missions, you were in T’Challa’s library. The only person you’d ever run into there was T’Challa himself or Wanda, so you were always safe from the others and the socialization.
Red: So you’re going to be piloting Black then????? Keith: Only until we find Shiro! Red: ಠ_ಠ Keith: but I’m leaving you on god hands until then! Red: ….yes, Lance is going to be piloting me isn’t he? Keith: …? Red: yes, this’ll be good, I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun things to discuss Keith: wait no Red: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Summary: Dean has to decide to save you or Lisa. (Set during 6x21)
Warnings: Oh boy, this one’s sad; get ready. Mentions of blood, torture, death, some spoilers and brief cursing.
A/N: I’ve been planning this angst for a while. Let me know how I did :)
“Coffee?” Dean offers, handing you a steaming cup. You grin; you’ve been researching this journal for hours and you need caffeine as soon as possible.
When you tap a sip, you splutter, choking on the liquid. “Dean Winchester, is there whisky in this?” He gives you a cheeky smile before shrugging playfully.
His happiness doesn’t last long before the phone rings. Dean’s face morphs into a state of horror in a matter of seconds.
As he hangs up, you look at him cautiously. “Dean?”
“Crowley took Lisa and Ben.”
“Hey”, you whisper, putting a gentle hand on Dean’s tense shoulder. His green eyes barely flicker toward yours. “We’ll get them out. Don’t worry.”
He only grunts in response, shaking out of your grip roughly. “Let’s go.”
The three of you slip into the warehouse, all splitting up. Sam gives you a cautious look, but Dean doesn’t look back. You have to admit, it stings. You and Dean hadn’t taken the final step to an actual relationship- you just stayed as really close friends. You had thought you had a chance, that is, until Sammy fell in the pit and Lisa and Ben kept him for over a year.
Regardless of the hurt you feel in you chest, you keep moving, keeping your salt gun aimed. It’s oddly quiet, that is, until you hear the sounds of multiple gunshots.
You swiftly head over to the sounds, noticing this is where Dean was passing. Stepping over the bodies of multiple demons, you head into the room.
You arrive just in time to hear Lisa, or presumably a demon possessing Lisa, taunt Dean and Ben, holding a knife under her son’s chin.
You see Dean’s face morph into one of agony as her words sink in. You can’t take it any longer, so you aim your gun at her head.
Dean seems to hear and see you before yelling, “Y/N, don’t!”
Lisa’s head turns toward you, flicking her hand and crashing you down the stairs. Your vision blackens as soon as you hit the ground.
When you open your eyes again, you see Dean and Ben leaning over Lisa’s bleeding body.
“Ben, grab the salt gun. I have to carry your mom.” Dean’s voice is like maple syrup- deep and thick.
Ben hesitates before meekly asking, “What about her?”
Dean pauses for what seems like hours, but was probably only a few seconds.
At first, you can’t believe your ears. You and Dean were like glue, and have been for ages. He was the guy you know you could rely on.
You see Dean’s boots as he rushes past you. He doesn’t even look down.
With that, you vision goes black once again.
Dean sits in the hospital, gently holding Lisa’s cold hand. The doctors said she wouldn’t wake up, but he had hope.
Sam had pleaded with him to go back to help you, but he only responded with a “She’s tough. She’ll be fine. You’re not going in there alone.” Angrily, Sam had left the hospital, presumably to get coffee.
That is, until he got a phone call. He reluctantly lets go of Lisa’s hand before heading outside the room to answer the call.
“What?” He asks roughly, tone sharp and crude.
“D-Dean”, your voice shocks him a little, “I need help.” There’s a pause and choking, sounding like you’re coughing up blood.
Dean curses before looking over at Lisa. She’s safe now, he reassures himself before grabbing his coat and car keys.
When he arrives, the warehouse is silent, and the bodies are still there from yesterday. His wet boots squeak on the hard floor as he takes careful steps.
When he enters the room Lisa and Ben were in, he sees your battered body tied to a chair with your head lolled to the side. There’s blood everywhere- on your face, on your shirt, on your arms and legs.
He gently shakes your shoulder. “Hey, I got you”, he says while grabbing Ruby’s knife and slicing the ropes that held you in place. Your eyes glance up to meet his. “My hero”, you whisper, before your eyes flash black.
With your arm lifted, Dean flies to the pillar next to him, pinning him in place.
“It’s about time, Deano”, you tease, grabbing the knife that Dean had dropped.
He struggles against your strength, but to no avail. “Leave her alone”, he growls, his eyes and jaw hard.
You laugh hysterically, tracing the knife along Dean’s face. “Like you care! From what I recall, you left her here for…”, you look at your cracked watch sarcastically, “about 12 hours.”
You see Dean’s expression turn into guilt. Had it really been that long?
“Cat got your tongue? What’s the matter, Deano? Feeling sorry yet?” You mock, pouting dramatically. He stays silent, looking at the floor in shame. “You know what’s funny, Dean?” He looks up at you reluctantly. “I didn’t have to try very hard to torture her. I mean, come on, one of the only guys she’s cared about leaves her to save another girl? It’s priceless! Also, a little too easy, for my taste.”
Dean gulps thickly, tears forming in his eyes. “Gonna cry, Dean? Well get ready, because shit’s about to get real sad”, you smile raising the knife towards his throat.
Before you can land the final blow, your body stops, and your face contorts in pain as you fight to gain control of your own body.
You shakily lower your arms as Dean takes a deep breath and is released to the floor. Your body is shaking terribly, the demon already taking control again.
You know you don’t have a lot of time. This demon is one of the strongest you’ve faced. If it takes control again, you know Dean’s blood would be on your hands forever. You know what you have to do.
You look into Dean’s beautiful eyes and whisper “I’m sorry”, before plunging the knife into your stomach.
You and the demon screech as the demon fizzles out of your body. You slump to the ground, knife leaving your hand as you struggle to breath.
“Y/N, oh God”, Dean chokes out, crawling to your dying body. He puts his hands firmly on the wound futilely, his tears dropping in your face and shirt. “You’re going to be okay, it’s going to be okay. Stay with me. We can go to Bobby’s after you’re better and watch shitty movies all day, your favorites, come on babygirl, hold on”, he rambles, his eyes not leaving yours.
“It’s okay, Dean”, you pause as you cough up more blood. With your heart swelling for the last time, your last dying breath goes to a simple phrase.
“I love you.”
When Sam comes five minutes later, all he can see is Dean sobbing over your pale, crumpled body, simple ‘I love you too’s leaving his brother’s lips and filling the cold, dusty air.
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Keith found his pants, he had yet to retrieve a shirt from his room and didn’t dare to go into Lances room. Lance. Why was he so angry? He had consented, twice. Keith growled slightly.
“Keith?” The red paladin turned to the doorway of the lounge room and scowled.
“Lance.” It was more of an acknowledgement than a greeting and Lance flinched at the harsh word.
“We need to talk.” His voice was quiet, hardly more than a mumble but Keith still heard him.
“We need to talk?” Keith shot daggers at Lance “we need to talk?!” He stood up and Lance turned and took a step back. “Of course we need to fucking talk!” The omega turned his head in submission, whining slightly under the scolding of the alpha. Keith’s eyes widened slightly and he could feel it pull at his heart strings. No. Stop. It’s because you’re an alpha. He knew Lance wasn’t doing it on purpose. “Lance.” He sighed and took a step towards his friend, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder, this time he didn’t pull away. Progress.
“I’m sorry.” Lance looked back at Keith. “I’m sorry for blaming you.”
“Hm.” Keith grunted. “I appreciate the apology, but it’s going to take a lot more than an ‘I’m sorry’ to make up for hunk and Shiro bolting around the castle trying to catch me in my underwear.” This demanded a smile from Lance and Keith smiled in turn. They walked over to the couch that Keith had been sitting on and they sat down, looking to each other. The red paladin could see his friend wriggling uncomfortably and pitied him. Every alpha instinct told him to carefully undress the omega and help him, every instinct demanded he relive that morning. No, he quieted his urges, it’s too soon, your lucky if Lance ever even high fives you again. Keith knew he should be mad. He wanted to be mad. He wanted to yell at Lance and ask why it was all on him when Lance was just as much a part of everything as he was. He didn’t. “Lance…” there was caution in his voice. “Are you ok?” Lance looked up to his friend held the state for a second, then shrugged, letting his gaze fall back down.
“I just…” he sighed “I haven’t done that in such a long time.” He hugged his stomach nervously “I’ve been on suppressants, I’ve had such little libido for like, 4 years.” There was something in his face that was unreadable, but that didn’t stop Keith from trying. “And it’s back and, regrettably, in full force.” He looked to Keith with a look of desperation. “It’s terrible, I saw a banana the other day and wanted to cry.” Keith suppressed a laugh but couldn’t stop himself from smiling and exhaling through his nose slightly quicker than usual. “Sto-hop” Lance laughed slightly through his word, a smirk finding his lips. “It’s just awful!” He pushed himself further back on the couch. “And, warning I’m about to get real up close and personal, nothing I do to myself helps at all! I just get more uncomfortable and I can’t-” he stopped himself, looking to Keith who had a slight blush on his face. “I can’t… yknow.” Keith shook his head slightly in confusion and Lances face flushed with pink. “…finish.” There was a sigh. “I mean I can but it just hurts. It makes me sore all over.” Lance was getting sad. “And clothes, don’t get me started on clothes!” He threw his hands up in an exasperated manner.
“It’s ok, you’ll get through it, it’s probably just because you haven’t gone through a heat in like, what did you say? 4 years.” Keith surprised himself “Jesus dude that’s a long time.” Lance nodded. “It’s just so built up it’s coming back strong.” Keith placed a hand on Lances back and Lance leaned into the touch slightly.
“It’s weird, I forgot how strong your imagination is when you’re in heat.” Lance was avoiding eye contact, not intentionally, but he definitely was. “Every time anything touches me it’s pain and discomfort, even when I touch myself.” He sat up straight, realizing almost instantly how the words sounded. “Wait no! Not like that!” He fumbled over his words, blushing and trying to justify them to Keith who sat with a monotonous blush on his face. “I didn’t mean…” he sighed and slouched again. “What I’m trying to say is… other people don’t hurt or make me sweaty.” There was a longing look in his eyes. “Any touch, even just a hand on my back” he looked to Keith intently. “It makes me less uncomfortable.” Keith instantly brought Lance into a hug and Lance yelped, there was a moment of comfortable silence before a muffled word was let into Keith’s chest . “Fangz.”
Lance pushed his head up to Keith. “Thanks.” He corrected, letting his head find a groove between his arm and his side, Keith smiled.
“I’ve never been in heat, I’m an alpha, that’s not a thing I get.” He let his fingers find Lances hair and the boy, unintentionally, started purring in content. “But we have ruts, it doesn’t make us uncomfortable but we get…” he found an awkward word, but supposed it was better than the rest. “Aroused, much easier.” Keith sighed, letting his hand bring Lances face up to look at him. “An omega in heat just, elevates that even more.” Lance blinked slowly “so I’m sorry, I came into your room and I think even if you HAD said no… I’m afraid I might’ve… and then it’d’ve…” he shook the thought of what could’ve happened out of his head.
Lance put a hand up to Keith’s head and started brushing bangs out of his face, “no… don’t think like that.” He knew his affection was driven from his instincts, he knew Keith knew, so he continued to show love.
“I’m just… really sorry.” Keith sighed.
“Me too.” Lance smiled at the alpha, it was forced. “I know that we won’t be friends like we were before.” He cooed, like he had more to say but couldn’t find the words.
There was a moment of silence before Keith’s voice rang through the air steadily. “Do we want to be like we were before?” Lances heart dropped.
“I don’t know.” He didn’t know, that was the undying truth. He truly didn’t know. “We shouldn’t decide until we’re both… good.” Lance sat up, suddenly not wanting to be by Keith. He heard a sigh of loneliness from the red paladin.
“You’re probably right.” Lance stood up to leave, he needed time with anyone other than Keith, he wasn’t mad at Keith but he needed to not be distracted.
The blue paladin paused at the door “Keith?”
“Your shirt is in my room, feel free to grab it whenever.” He left when Keith didn’t respond and went wandering.
Shiro had spent some alone time in his room, he needed to think about the whole situation and get his thoughts straight but they were anything but straight. Lance and Keith, he groaned, his Alpha making him imagine the situation. “Ugh.” He put his hand up to his face, wiping it in exhaust. And fell back onto his bed. He sat there for a couple of minutes before standing up and going out to socialize. If he were left alone for any longer he’d be driven insane.
“Oh! Hi Lance!” Lance had just closed the door to the lounge and Shiro waved, his heart excited to see the paladin. He inhaled deeply and the sweet smell of vanilla was still there. He fought back instincts to hug the boy and instead offered a walk. “I’m doing a couple laps around the castle to clear my head, care to join?”
“God knows I need a clear head,” he shrugged “so sure.” They started down the hallway, walking at a steady pace, sitting in silence. They both enjoyed each other’s presence and didn’t want to be the one to talk first. It was a comfortable silence. This lasted 10 minutes.
“How have you been?” Shiro courted, “you seem tense.”
“All of your friends knowing you slept with someone, it’ll do that to you.” He sighed. Looking to Shiro who faked a quizzical look, poorly. “Oh don’t pretend like you don’t know about Keith and I.” Lance rolled his eyes and sighed, “sorry I’m moody I just… I wasn’t really prepared to sleep with him.”
Shiro paused suddenly, “w-wait… did he…?” Lance stood a couple feet in front of Shiro, looking back at him in confusion.
“Did he?” Shiro looked the Cuban boy up and down and Lance made a disgusted face “ew Shiro no he didn’t! I said yes!” He was shocked at the audacity of the assumption. “Keith would never.” Lance suddenly remembered Keith saying he might not’ve been able to able to stop had he said no, he shook the thought off, Keith would’ve stopped, the man was just beating himself up. “He would never.”
The black paladin caught up to Lance, in a matter of one large stride, and they continued walking. “It’s just stressful, everybody knows Keith’s an alpha, alphas don’t sleep with Betas.” His eyebrow furled in sorrow. “Everybody knows I’m an omega, save allura and coran maybe.” He looked to Shiro who didn’t even pretend to act surprised, he just put a hand on the smaller mans back in reassurance. “You can smell me can’t you? I’ve been told my heat smells like vanilla.”
Shiro shuddered, he didn’t think Lance would address it so suddenly. In a second Lance had taken a step closer to the man, his hand not leaving his back. Shiro blushed slightly, god he was beautiful.
Lance knew he couldn’t exactly sleep with everybody in the castle, nor did he want to, but his mind wandered and couldn’t help but think of a shiro/Keith sandwich, a shklandwich, if you will. He laughed at himself and Shiro gave him a questioning look “nothing.” He wanted to get shiros hands on him. Earlier that day he had wanted to sleep with Shiro to get relief, and if he played his cards right, he probably still could. After the whole situation with Keith? He didn’t want to. His Omega was craving it, he pushed he voice aside and just leaned into Shiro. The older mans arm wrapped around his shoulder comfortingly and Lance purred at his touch, he caught himself and stopped.
“It’s fine,” shiros voice could be heard in his chest and Lance shivered. “I know that even just someone touching you makes it less uncomfortable, and I also know that that cooing noise you just made is supposed to seduce people.” Lance blushed deeply, hardly anybody knew what that purr had meant. “Don’t worry, I won’t let it work on me, purr away if you can’t help it.” Lance gulped and they walked in silence, really close together. Eventually Lance let the noise back into his throat.
Fuck Lance. There was a commanding presence in Shiros head that wanted desperately to find the closest room and sleep with his teammate. Didn’t even have to be a bedroom, hell if Lance was down, they could do it in the hallway, on display for anybody who walked by, they would know that Lance was his and not theirs. Shiro gulped down a growl he felt forming in his throat and tried desperately to ignore any kind of arousal. The purring was very cute.
“It’s not cute, it’s annoying.”
“What?” Shiro became startled.
“You just called my purring cute. It’s not.” Lance looked up to the man.
“I said that out loud?” Shiros blush was apparent.
“Barely, it was a whisper.”
“Hm.. I thought I said it in my head.” He put his hand in Lances hair. He bit his lip at the sight of Lance looking up to him with those ocean eyes, threads of green dancing through them. There was a repressed image of him making that same face, his hands pulling at Lances hair as the Cuban man sucked him off. Stop. Stop thinking like that. Shiro turned back to the hallway and could feel Lance still looking at him.
Shiro was very clearly aroused and Lance was painfully aware of it. He knew it was an alpha thing but was still slightly offended.
They continued to walk down the hallway, the only sound we’re their shoes clicking on the ground and the soft hum of Lances purr, both men lost in thought.
Imagine being the significant other of Kylo Ren and being the only one who can calm him down.
A/n: I wrote this back in march, thought I’d share it with you guys!~
She stood by the entrance of the large cargo bay, her (e/c) orbs watching as First Order ships were taking off, traveling to exciting worlds and exotic places she’d never seen. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she realized that they would be places she’d never travel to in her lifetime. She wasn’t a soldier like the others found on First Order base. Merely a civilian, a guest or rather a student, of Kylo Ren. He’d found her when she was still young, just starting to come to grips with the new power she was beginning to possess. He explained what she was and offered to become her teacher. Soon after that, she was brought here, the First Order.
Request: Opie imagine where you haven’t seen him in a week cause he’s on a run, when he gets home your waiting in the bedroom for him.
Contains Smut 😉💦
Everything about Opie was a turn on to you. His dark brooding eyes, his long thick hair, his soft lips, his height, his strong muscly arms, his tattoos. The way he looked at you in the mornings when he’s just woken up, the way he looked at you when he was angry, the way he looked at you when he came home after a long day. The way he looks at you with such hunger. The way his booming laugh echoed through your quiet house. The way he walked with such confident strides, danger radiating off him. The way he rode his bike, his large strong hands gripping the handle bars, the wind blowing through his hair. The sound of his voice, so loud and deep his words left goosebumps on your skin. Opie wasn’t much of a talker, but when you were in the bedroom it was a very different story. God, that man knew all the right words to say to have you begging for more. You had always had a thing for bad boys, and as much as Opie wanted to be good, you loved him even more when he was being bad. It had been a week since he had left on the run and you were counting down to the very second he would be back. You knew when he asked you to be his ild lady that there would be times when he’d have to go away. You just didn’t expect it to be in the ‘honeymoon’ phase of your relationship. The last few weeks the two of you had been fucking like rabbits. Being away from him for so long hadn’t been good for you. In fact, you’d been a grumpy bitch ever since he’d rode out of Charming. You’re work mates were sick you. Hell, even your boss had sent you home early today after having enough of your mood swings. Gemma was sick of you moping around the clubhouse too. She was used to it. Having Clay go away on runs had become common for her, and for Tara and the rest of the old ladies.However, this was your first and if you had it your way, it would be the last. Opie had called you a few hours ago, to let you know they were on their way back and you had been ecstatic ever since. The house was spotless, the sheets were clean, your skin was practically glistening and your hair was freshly washed and dried. Now all you had to do was wait. And so you sat on the edge of your bed, the black lingerie clinging tightly to your skin and the scent or your perfume lingering in the air.
You bit your lip when you heard the front door open and all the built up lust and hunger came flooding through you like a wave. “Babe?” Opie called out. “Im in the bedroom.” You called back. You heard his bags drop to the floor and you tucked your hair behind your ears, the anticipation almost becoming too much for you to bare. You heard dull thumps as Opie kicked off his boots while he walked down the hallway and before you knew it the door flung open and there he was. His tall figure loomed in the door way and you blushed under his gaze as he took in the sight of you. You stood, letting your hair fall down your shoulders and you walked towards him. The matching lingerie set had been a gift you’d purchased for him, but you’d never had a chance to give it to him. Yet. “Holy shit.” Opie whispered as you sauntered towards him, swaying your hips as you walked. You had to fight the urge to run and leap into his arms, but you had missed him and you wanted him to yearn for you the way you had for him. You stopped before him and traced your arms along his shoulders. His rough hands laid gently on your hips and you reached up on your tip toes to kiss him. The moment your lips touched the heat built within you and neither of you could contain yourselves. You moaned into his mouth as he lifted your body, your legs wrapping around his waist and he carried you to the bed, a sudden urgency taking over. He laid you down and hovered over you as your lips moved in harmony. His body laid between your legs and you lifted your hips, desperate for some kind of friction and Opie growled against your lips. Eventually you came up for air and he lifted his head only for a moment. You both grinned at each other before his lips were crashing down on yours once more. His kisses became soft and slow, teasing you as his tongue licked along your bottom lip. You could feel how hard he was already, his bulge was pressed against you in just the right spot. Opie lifted his body off you and stood as he lifted his arms to removes kutte. Before he could, however you sat up and stopped his hand from moving. “Leave it on.” You said. “God I love you.” Opie said and pushed you back on the bed, his lips crashing down on your once more.
“You are so beautiful,” Opie said between kisses as his lips left yours and began to trail down your neck. He sucked at the soft skin, making you whimper and you knew you’d have a bruise there in the morning but you didn’t care. His lips moved lightly over your skin, sucking and licking his way along your collar bone. “I missed you so much, baby girl.” He said against your skin. His words sent goosebumps over your skin and the heat pooling within you was almost becoming too much to bear. He loved teasing you, getting you worked up til you were begging for him and he knew exactly how to get what he wanted. You bit your lip as his lips brushed over your skin and you wanted desperately to push him off of you and climb on top of him, to take control. But Opie had other ideas and he slid his hands beneath your body and unlatched your bra. The fabric left your skin and you blushed as his eyes looked at your bare chest hungrily. “So beautiful.” Opie whispered as he bent his head. His lips wrapped around your right nipple and he swirled his tongue around it, feeling it tighten into a peak. His hand massaged your left breast and you moaned as you felt his teeth graze over your nipple ever so gently. With every flick of his tongue you felt the warmth within you grow hotter and you know when he finally got to it you would be coming within minutes. Hunger ran through your veins and you arched your back, giving him more of your breast to take in his mouth. “Please, Ope.” You moaned as you clutched at his hair, hiding him tightly to your breast. Your other hand traced along the cool leather of his kutte and you lifted your hips, desperate for more friction. “Please what?” Opie growled. He left your breasts and kissed you hungrily once more before returning to your chest, this time taking your left nipple between his lips. “Fuck me, Opie.” You moaned. You could feel his smirk but he ignored your request as he sucked at your breast. He continued for only a moment more before you felt him lift his body from you. He knelt on the bed and eyed your core hungrily through the black lace. He moved his hands down your body and slipped his fingers in the waist band of your panties before wiggling them down your body. He tossed them to the floor behind him and licked his lips as he looked at your bare body beneath him. Through the fabric of his jeans you could see the shape of his bulge and he palmed his length, adjusting the fabric that had become too tight. The image of your bare body spread out beneath him, ready for him was enough to get him hard but the soft whimpers you were making were becoming almost too much for him to bare. “Fuck, babygirl.” His fingers traced along the inner of your legs and he teased them agonisingly slow from your ankles to your knees, but no higher. Seeing him kneeling between your legs, completely dressed in his leather, watching you writhe beneath him was turning you on even more and you moved your hips on the bed, desperate for something to grind against for some friction. Opie smirked and stood before grabbing your ankles gently and pulling your body to the edge of the bed. He placed your feet spread along the edge of the bed, keeping you spread wide for him and you blushed slightly as he eyed your core. You began to massage your breasts, squeezing them tightly as your hunger for touch grew deeper. “Good girl,” Opie said and he removed his kutte and his shirt, his eyes never leaving you. Opie unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the ground and you moaned when you saw his member standing tall and hard. “Look at that pretty little pussy,” Opie said as he stepped out of his pants and stroked his cock slowly. “Ive missed your tight little pussy.” You moaned and with each word he spoke you felt your walls flutter and tighten, clenching around nothing as they were desperate to be filled. Opie knelt on the floor in front of you and you lifted yourself onto your elbows. He began to kiss you slowly, from the inner knee right up your thigh, leaving a trail of wet kisses and you ached for his touch. Slowly he kissed closer to where you needed it most and you moaned in anticipation.
Opie licked song your folds and you spread your legs wider, thankful to finally have some attention where you needed it most. You moaned and your body squirmed as his wide tongue licked along your slit. His tongue moved slowly over your clit and you arched your back as you felt his fingers near your folds. He slid one finger inside you and you moaned softly, the sensation combining with that of his tongue, circling your clit. You were so worked up, so desperate for his touch that it didn’t take long til you were in the brink. But Opie knew how close you were, and he wanted to tease you for a little while longer. His lips left you but he slid another finger inside you, stretching your walls for his large cock. “Such a pretty pussy baby,” Opie said. He licked around your clit once more as his fingers pumped inside you. “You taste so good, baby.” You moaned and squeezed your breasts, pinching at your nipples as he sucked at your clit. He was growling against you and the vibrations from his mouth were bringing you closer to the edge. His fingers moved faster inside you, stretching your walls and you arched your back as you felt yourself go over the edge. Your thighs clenched, holding his head between them and your back arched off the bed as his tongue continued to move over your clit. “Fuck, Opie!” You moaned and you clutched at his hair, holding him to your core. Your walls began to loosen around his fingers and his tongue slowed as you rode out your high. His fingers pulled out of you slowly and you gasped at the sudden emptiness. He lifted his head to look at you, red-faced and panting and he smirked before lowering his head and lapping at your juices. Slowly he stood and you looked into his eye, seeing the primal hunger that now dominated his dark irises. You lowered your eyes and licked your lips as you saw his large cock, already so hard for you. “Mmm baby, you always taste so good.” Opie growled and you squirmed on the bed. He grasped his large member and stroked it slowly. “You want this?” He asked you. You licked your lips as you watched him pump himself, tugging agonisingly slow along his length. You nodded. “Say you want it.” He ordered. “Say you want this cock inside that tight little pussy.” “Please Opie!” You moaned. “Please fuck me.” Opie smirked and hovered over you, pressing your body against the bed and you squirmed beneath him. He held himself in his hand and moved himself against your folds. You were already so wet for him and he coated himself in the slick juices. “So wet for me babygirl,” Opie growled. You moaned and your body writhed beneath him and you lifted your legs and wrapped them around his waist.
Opie growled and kissed along your neck, the skin tender from his earlier attacks. He moved his cock in his hand and rubbed it between your folds, against your clit, moving easily along your wetness. “Please Ope.” You begged and bucked your hips, making his cock slide further down your folds and closer to your entrance. Without warning he plunged himself inside of you and you moaned as your walls stretched to take his large length. He rocked his hips slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size and you dug your nails into his broad shoulders. Opie pushed forwards, pushing himself deeper within you and he pressed against your clit. You whimpered beneath him and rolled your hips,signalling to him that you were ready. He didn’t hesitate and he slid himself out of you slowly while he pressed his lips against yours. He sucked your bottom lip between both of his and he thrusted hard inside of you, making you gasp. His lips released yours and he removed your arms from his shoulders before pinning them either side of your face. “You want me to fuck you baby girl?” Opie growled. Only the tip of his cock was resting inside of you and you moaned at his words. You bit your lip and nodded. His face was close too yours and he stared into your eyes intensely. “Yeah?” He slid his cock inside you and you moaned as his whole length entered you. “You want me to fuck you?” “Fuck me Opie!” You begged and Opie smirked. His hips pulled back and he slammed into you, making your eyes roll back in your head at the sensation. His thrusts pounded into you, hard and fast. Over and over again he entered you, every inch of him and you couldn’t hold back the moans that were leaving your lips. Your arms fought against his, holding yours to the bed and he didn’t release his grip, he liked being in control. “Fuck, Ope!” You screamed as he pounded inside you. Both of you knew you were close and Opie finally released your arms. You grasped his shoulders and scratched along his back, making him hiss. He reached his hands beneath your hips and lifted them slightly, allowing him to enter you deeper than before. Your back arched off the bed and you weren’t sure if you could hold off for much longer. His thrusts never let up and the sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room. “You gonna come for me, baby girl?” Opie growled. You couldn’t answer him, the sensations were becoming to much and so you threw your head back as a loud moan left your lips. Opie lowered his head and sucked at your neck, leaving a harsh dark mark. His lips left the skin and he lifted his lips to your ear, his hips still pounding into you. “Come for me baby, come all over my cock.” You screamed his name as your walls tightened around him and you dug your nails into his shoulders. He buried his face into the crook of your neck as your body shuddered beneath him. His hips continued thrust inside you as you came and Opie growled as he felt you become wetter, coating himself in your juices. “Good girl.” Opie cooed in your ear and you squirmed beneath him as you came back into focus.
His lips crashed against yours and he kissed you fiercely, with such passion it left you slightly dizzy. When he pulled apart you smiled at him before pushing him off you slightly and in one swift movement you rolled him of you and straddled him. You always did love being on top. Opie stared up at you, his eyes devouring every inch of your bare skin and you smiled and shifted your hips slowly. You squeezed your breasts and rubbed your wet pussy against his cock, making him growl at the sight of you. Beneath you, you could feel his cock tense and you knew he was aching for his release now. His hands ran up your back and pulled you down towards him so he could kiss you once more, and you let him for only a minute before you pulled back. Your eyes met his and you but your lip as you reached down and grasped his bulging cock before sinking down on it, making both of you gasp. Slowly you rolled your hips, your eyes never leaving him as you rode him. “Your pussy feels so good, baby girl.” Opie said and you moaned. he always knew how to make you come undone with his words and tonight was no exception. You pulled your body up and plugged down on him, hard and fast and Opie began to thrust his hips to meet yours. Opie wrapped his hands around your hips and thrust into you while you slammed down on him and his eyes watched your tits bounce hungrily. “Fuck, Ope!” You cried out as his large cock pounded inside of you. Opie growled and grasped your hips tighter, taking control once more. He lifted your hips and slammed them back down, letting his full length pound inside you. You leant your body forward and buried your face in his neck as the pleasure took over your body. His thrusts were hard and fast and before you knew it you were on the edge once more. “Opie Im gonna come!” You whined into his neck and he growled and thrust into you even harder. His grip on your hips was tight and you were sure you’d have bruises there in the morning. “Come for me baby girl,” Opie growled and you moaned loudly. Your walls tightened around him and your body shook as white hot pleasure pulsed through your veins and you clutched your eyes shut. “Look at me,” Opie growled. “Ope!” You screamed. You could hear how wet you were for him, each thrust was loud against your soaking wet pussy and you knew Opie was close too. “You want me to fill you up?” He growled. You could only nod but that was enough for him. He thrust into you a few more times before you felt his hot side spill inside of you. Your walls pulsed around him and he continued to thrust, riding out your highs. Both of you were wanting heavily and you rolled off of him and collapsed on the bed, both of your bodies shining with sweat. Your skin was tingling from the overwhelming pleasure and your thighs were still trembling as you tried to catch your breath. After a moment of silence you felt Opie shift his arm and you slid your body next to his and rested your head on his chest. His fingers traced up and down your back softly. “Maybe I should go away more often, huh?”