the nerves and tension and the hope is just so palpable

Rules of Engagement (shiro x reader)

Rules of Engagement

Shiro x Reader

Imagine: Being the communications specialist with Shiro and Matt at the garrison.

Warning: Just a little making out ;)

AN: Hey guys! I hope you all like this one, let me know what you liked, or if you have any requests!

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His lips felt like fire on her skin. There was no pulling away at this point, not that it even crossed her mind. The feeling of his body pressed against hers, his thigh positioned between her legs, how his fingers gripped her hips, all of it made it impossible to think of anything else, but how good it felt. This was definitely against protocol, the small portion of her brain that has retained its sanity thought in the back of her head. It all felt like a deram. And if it was she never wanted to wake up.

She and Shiro were on the same flight team at the garrison. He was the pilot, and she, his communications specialist. They were also accompanied by an engineer by the name of Matt Holt, she swore he was some kind of genius, it was the only explanation for how smart he was. They had all been friends, but with the hours spent in the flight simulator, the late night study sessions, the constant contact between them, they became much more than that. The connection between her and Shiro was unshakable, you would never see one without the other, inseparable. It wasn’t until their third year at the garrison, did they notice a change in their dynamic. They weren’t the only ones to notice this change, Matt knew something was going on between them, even if they didn’t know exactly what.

For weeks, it was nothing but chaos. Longing stares from across the room, lingering touches, constant blushing, all at the expense of Matt’s sanity. There was a time when the two of you could barely be in the same room, in fear that in your clumsy state, someone could get hurt. Matt didn’t mind at first, that is until your team failed the flight simulator, putting a permanent ‘F’ on his record. Shiro had gotten distracted by you, in the middle of the mission, when you cut your hand on a stray screw driver, causing Shiro to panic, and in the end, sent their team crashing to the ground in a blazing fireball. He’d had enough.

He told you both to meet him in room B26, to go over what went wrong, and finish the mission report on the simulation failure. Each of you feeling a different kind of shame in the failure of the basic sim, and each feeling that it was your fault things had gone south.

The next morning when you arrived at the room, you met with Shiro on the way, but neither of you could stand to meet the other’s gaze. Too embarrassed to think it was your lack to self control that had ruined the mission. Keeping your head bowed, you both entered the room, the first thing you noticed was how cold and damp it was, the lights were off making it hard to see exactly where you were. Shiro’s shins came in contact with a mop bucket, sending it skidding across the floor.

“What the- “ he began, his eyes adjusting enough to see the shelves that lined the walls, filled different cleaning supplies. “Is this… a Janitor’s closet?” thinking that they must have walked into the wrong room, Shiro turned to exit, only to have the door slammed in his face. Shocked, he rushed forward testing the doorknob, and finding it locked. Thinking it must have been an accident, he slammed his fist against the metal door trying to get the attention of whoever had closed the door.

“Hey! We are in here! The door is locked, can you open it?” he called, hoping they were still close enough to hear him. There was a moment of silence, before they heard a familiar voice reply.

“I’m not letting you out until you two work this out! I don’t know what is going on with you buys, but whatever ‘it’ is, fix it! I am not going to get another ‘F’ in that stupid simulator, just because you two are acting like lovesick teenagers!” Matt’s voice was filled with a mix of anger and frustration. There was another pause, followed by what Shiro assumed was a sigh. “I’ll be back in an hour.” he said more calmly before walking away, ignoring the protests from his teammates.

They spent the next 10 minutes searching for another way out, only finding 4 metal walls all lined with janitorial equipment, and an air vent, too small for either of them to fit through. Shiro was sure Matt had picked this room specifically for that reason, no way to escape. Giving up on that idea, they resorted to searching for a light switch, their eyes adjusting enough to see outlines in the darkness but not much else. The tension in the room was palpable, neither of them trusting themselves to address the elephant in the room, why they were locked in here in the first place, they both knew what Matt had said was true, but were not willing to address it as the problem it was. Until the pressure got the better of them.

“I’m sorry.” you both blurted out at the same time. Fumbling to recover, you turned to continue, but your foot caught on the bucket Shiro had knocked over earlier, sending you sprawling on the floor.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?!” Shiro asked rushing over to where he had heard you fall. Unfortunately, instead of helping you, he stepped on your hand. You cried out again, cradling your hand to your chest as you pushed back against the wall, pulling your knees in. Shiro’s heart felt like it was in his throat, how had he managed to mess this up even more?

“Oh God, (Y/N) I’m so sorry!” he stammered his panic rising up. Standing where he was he ran a shaking hand through his hair. He didn’t dare move again, scared that he would accidentally hurt you again, instead he decided to speak, and once he started, he couldn’t stop, everything just poured out of his mouth.

“This is all my fault. I just really like you, and you’re so pretty, and smart, and when you smile it makes my stomach go crazy, and you’re laugh, oh god, your laugh! It’s the best thing I’ve ever heard! It’s just so hard for me to think when you’re around, my brain goes all fuzzy and I can’t focus on anything else. God, I should have known better, i should have tried harder to hide my feelings, or i should have transfered as soon as I realized I loved you, and, and now we are stuck in here, and you’re hurt and-” in the darkness, you made out his outline, and rose to your feet, equal parts shocked and thrilled to hear what he was saying. Reaching out you placed your hand on the side of his face, rendering him silent. You couldn’t see his face, and you prayed he couldn’t see yours, you could feel your cheeks reddening as you drew closer. He could feel you coming closer, your hand gliding over his face, your fingertips tracing the outline of his lips. You felt his warm breath against your fingers, as you moved your hand to the base of his neck, standing on your toes. You hesitated, your lips stopping just shy of his.

Swallowing his nerves, Shiro closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips with his. In that moment it was like a fire was lit between you. His hands were on you in an instant, pulling you closer as his mouth moved against yours. Pressing forward, you stumbled back, your shoulders hitting the metal walls of the room hard. Shiro only paused for a moment before he was on you again, pinning your body to the wall with his own. His fingers gripped your sides, pawing at the material of your uniform. Pressing closer, he fit himself against you, a leg between yours, his hips against yours, like fitting puzzle pieces together. His lips pulled away from yours, only to attach to the exposed skin on your neck. He groaned into the hollow of your neck, as you raked your fingers through his hair, pulling on it slightly.

The heat between you continued to grow, and the once cold room felt like a furnace. So consumed in the moment, you both failed to notice the door to the room slide open. Matt caught site of the two of you, and paused for just a moment, as his mind registered the situation. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms over his chest, before clearing his throat. And just as quickly as it had started, the trance was broken. Shiro tore his body away from yours, his hair was sticking up in odd directions from where you fingers had mused it. While you pushed yourself off the wall, trying to stop your knees from shaking, and straighten your uniform at the same time, the small marks on your neck beginning to form. Both of your lips were swollen, and your faces were red, and in Matt’s opinion, you both looked thoroughly kissed. An amused smile pulled at Matt’s lips as he watched the two of you fumble to compose yourselves. No one spoke for a long moment, until finally, Matt broke the ice.

“Well,” he began, his voice eerily calm. “I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming, cause I did, and for that reason, I planned ahead. Because if ‘this’” he gestured between the two of you quirking an eyebrow. “Is going to happen, there need to be some ground rules.” stepping forward, he reached into his bag and pulled out a large 3 ring binder, shoving it into Shiro’s chest, who caught it quickly, looking down at the cover.

“‘Rules and guidelines of dating a teammate’” he read aloud, lifting his eyes questioningly to Matt.

“Volume 1?” you read over Shiro’s arm. “How many volumes are there?” you asked watching Shiro flip through the pages, each filled with words, and some having charts and pictures… this was obviously something Matt had put time into, and it definitely took longer than the hour they had been in there.

“There are 2 others back in my room, but I haven’t finished editing them.” Matt answered calmly. You nearly choked, and Shiro swallowed thickly, his eyes wide. Indifferent, Matt continued. “Also, there will be a quiz, so I would suggest going on a ‘study date’ instead of making out in a janitor’s closet.” you heaved a sigh, before turning your eyes to Shiro, a smile pulled at you lips, despite the obvious dislike of the situation.

“I’m free tonight.” you said, Shiro’s heart skipped a beat. He would read 50 of Matt’s ridiculous rule books, if it meant he got to see you smile like that again.

Surface Tension - Jughead Jones x Reader Imagine

Warnings: Nothing

Request by @timelawds : Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with the reader and Jughead? One as Archie’s younger sister, who is loud, tough, and sarcastic (still in the sophomore class) where she is friends with all of his friends except Jughead because there is a hatred between them, but in the end it’s all fluff and things? Thank you so much!

Here you are. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it’s so long.

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Business and Pleasure - Part 2

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,762

Warnings: swearing

Part 1

Originally posted by sebastiansource


“Remind me again why we’re going to this dinner,” you gave your dad a pointed glance as you smoothed out your dress. “I know you and Mr. Barnes are working together now and it’s great that he’s doing this to save the company, but I don’t understand why James and I have to be there. Couldn’t you two just go out to Nobu or Oceano or one of those other fancy restaurants like you always do when you close a deal? I really don’t think there’s any need for me to be there. Besides, I had plans with Steve tonight.”

You had met Steve Rogers when he was interning for your father, and he had quickly become your best friend. At first, you had thought was intimidating. After all, he was a very large and muscular man, but within mere minutes of getting to know him, you discovered that he was more like the human equivalent of a golden retriever. He was friendly and outgoing with a heart of gold, always quick to laughter and willing to lend a helping hand to anyone in need. In fact, he had practically saved you when you had forgotten about a meeting with an important client. He had stepped in, taking the blame even though it was completely your fault. That was just the way Steve was.

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anonymous asked:

144, 143, 134 :) sorry if you've done these already!

i don’t know if you wanted all three of these in one but that’s what i did, so, i hope that’s okay?

134. “Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”
143. “Ew, your hand is sweaty.”
144. “Get out of my face before I hit you.”

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"Ew, your hand is sweaty.”

You pull your hand out of Harry’s, annoyed, “Fine, then don’t hold it, no one asked you to hold my hand.” This was the first appointment Harry had been able to come to due to his busy schedule. Your mother had tagged along on the first few.

He frowns and grabs your hand again, “I’m still going to hold it, you grouch.” You ignore him, staring at the clock. “No matter how hard you stare at it it’s not going to change any faster.”

“I don’t want it to move faster, I want it to stop.”

“What are you so nervous about, love?” You turn away from him, ignoring him again. “The only way you’re going to get rid of me is if you walk away.”

His voice is right in your ear and as you turn your head his face is mere centimeters from your own, “Get out of my face before I hit you.” You say through gritted teeth and he sighs, pulling away from you.

“You know, I’m starting to regret knocking you up, you’ve been so mean since we found out.”

He wasn’t wrong and a little bit of you felt guilty for it, but Harry knew you and he knew this was just a defense mechanism. You were scared. Miscarriages ran in your family and every time you came to a doctor’s appointment you were a nervous wreck. Today was the day you were supposed to hear a heartbeat and you were sure there wouldn’t be one.

Not only would it break you, but you knew beyond a doubt it would destroy Harry. It was why you had put off trying for a baby for so long, why you refused Harry every time he asked.

Until now.

Harry knew enough to know you were scared, to know there was a reason why you had put this off for so long, but you never told him why. You knew he’d still want to try and there was no reason for you both to be terrified.

A nurse comes out and calls your name and you think you might be sick as Harry helps you up and walks with you down the hallway.

“Love, are you sure you’re alright? You’re awful pale.”

He attracts the attention of the nurse who frowns at the lack of color on your skin. “Fine.” You force a smile which convinces the nurse, but only further confuses Harry who you had just been bickering with a few moments ago.

The nurse settles you in and records your vitals, noting your high blood pressure and assuring you it was normal to be nervous.

Once she leaves, Harry tries to talk to you again, “Baby, please tell me what’s bothering you.”

“I can’t tell you now. If everything goes well today I’ll tell you after this ultrasound, I promise.”

He frowns, “Sweetheart, why wouldn’t it go well?”

You’re spared answering when the doctor comes in and begins talking and asking questions. You realize too late that she has your medical history and sure enough the question falls out of her mouth, tensing every muscle in your body, “I see miscarriages run in the family on the mom’s side, is that correct?” She directs the question at you, oblivious to the shock written all across Harry’s face as you nod. “Okay, well so far so good it looks like from your last few appointments so let’s find a heartbeat today, okay?” She smiles enthusiastically as you nod. “I’ll be right back, I just need to grab a couple things.”

The door closes behind her and the tension in the room is a palpable thing that threatens to suffocate the both of you.

“I was going to tell you–”

“When?”

“Today.”

He’s more exasperated than you’ve ever seen him, “You shouldn’t have had to go through this alone. Why didn’t you trust me with this?”

“It wasn’t a matter of trust, I didn’t want you to be terrified like I was. You were so happy I didn’t want to take it away.”

He leans closer to you, “You don’t do that anymore, you understand? You don’t decide what information I can handle and what I can’t. You tell me everything. We’re in this together, remember? We’re a team.”

Maybe it’s the hormones, but you blink away tears as you nod and he has time to press a firm kiss to your mouth before the doctor comes back in.

“Alright, let’s get a good look at that little one.” She says as she begins to prepare you for the ultrasound. You stare at the ceiling and you can feel yourself dissociating as she runs the scanner over your belly and Harry squeezes your hand.

“Are you scared?” Harry’s voice breaks through the quiet solitude in your mind.

“No.”

“Then why won’t you look at the screen?”

You sigh and turn your head to watch the screen, the silent mantra “Please be okay” repeating over and over in your head the way it had been from the minute the pregnancy test came back positive.

“Oh! There they are!” The doctor says and you and Harry both suck in a breath as the outline of an infant comes on the screen.

“They have your nose.” Harry sniffles and you know he’s crying.

“Shut up.” You say through a sob and he starts laughing, easing your nerves the tiniest bit.

“Alright, let’s find that heartbeat.”

Your hand involuntarily squeezes tighter to Harry’s and he squeezes back, letting you know he’s here. No matter what happens, he’s here.

There’s almost a full minute of silence where you can hear a pin drop and right when you’re about to give up hope, the sound of a heartbeat echoes through the room.

“There it is, perfectly healthy.”

And before you know it you’re sobbing uncontrollably, Harry’s holding you, every anxiety you’d had for weeks finally releasing in a wave, a tsunami.

“They’re okay,” Harry squeezes you, kissing all over your face and wiping tears away, not caring the doctor was still in the room, “You hear that, love? We made a baby and they’re okay.”

You finally calm down enough to properly let yourself hear the heartbeat and you close your eyes to the sound, laughter bubbling up inside you. You could listen to this heartbeat forever, you think, and as you look over at Harry you know he feels the same way.

Kitten (Dan x reader)

Originally posted by teenagephantxsy

Pairing: Dan x reader

Genre: romance, fluff, smut in general

TW: swearing, dirty talk, light bondage, spanking, master/pet roleplay

Word count: 1,941 (I tried not to make it too long)

Happy Valentine’s Day lovelies! So sorry I took over a month to post my first imagine fic. I’ve been trying to ease my way into a comfortable routine in a new college semester after all the stress from last semester. I promise, I’ll get back to those requests I put off from doing for the last handful of months.

Btw how do you like the new formatting? I prefer it this way and to use GIF’s over my photo collages for your visual instead.

Also, I’ve been meaning to tell you guys the good news, but I keep forgetting. RL DAN AND I ARE BACK TOGETHER. We’ve been spending the last few weeks together and rebuilding our relationship after the goddamn disaster of emotions during winter break. We’re very happy now. We moved past his wrong choice and he’s doing so much to make up for it. Long story short, “she” lied about the whole lockdown thing and now she’s apparently dating one of RL Dan’s “friends” (I say it like that because RL Dan hasn’t forgiven this friend for something else that’s an entire different story). What a complicated world we live in. 😅

This imagine has been in my head for the last several days. I knew I wanted to post something for St. Cupid’s Day, and what better idea than to return with some smut? I still got my requests to take care of and this is my way to transition back into that kind of writing. Also, RL Dan and I have been getting a bit frisky too lately, so this is also a bit of a cultivation of my, ahem, raging kinky thoughts. Anyway, I hope ya’ll enjoy. I blame RL Dan for putting me back into this mindset lol.

Standing in the bathroom of your boyfriend’s flat, you take a calculating look on the mirror. You bite your lip anxiously. Dan has no clue you’re doing this for him. On the most loveliest day of the year, you decided to do more than hearts and flowers as your gift for him.

Breathe, (Y/N). You’re doing this for Dan. You want this. You know he wants this.

You giggle softly. This is Dan. You know he’s going to ravage you as soon as you walk out this door, into the lounge, and he lays your eyes on you. You can practically imagine him undressing you with his eyes. Those warm mocha-shaded orbs that’ll darken with lust during your “nights of passion.” 

“Babe?” you hear Dan call out from the other side of the door. “What’s taking you so long? I got (your favorite romantic movie) set up.” 

“C-coming.” Which you’ll probably be doing multiple times tonight.

You nod at the mirror. It’s Valentine’s Day. You’ve dated Dan for nearly a year. His friends and family adore you. Your friends and family approve of him. You two are hopelessly in love with each other. You two have slowly pushed through boundaries of your physical relationship. Tonight, you’re taking the initiative to push it just a little further. 

You unlock the door, swinging it open and heading back to the lounge. Dan is on his usual spot on the sofa, dressed in a casual pair of black pajama bottoms and his green camouflage jumper. He looks up when he hears your enter, and his audible gasp has you internally dancing in joy. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles. “(Y/N), what’s the meaning of this?” 

“Surprise,” you say softly. 

His eyes roam over the length of your body. Thanks to (B/F/N), she helped you put together your outfit for the evening. (F/C) lacy boyshorts. Black lacy camisole. No footwear, because as tempting as it was to complete your attire with a pair of red heels, you found something better to do the job. 

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” 

You smirk. “Meow.” 

A pair of black cat ears with blue, purple, and black roses shipped from Hot Topic’s online store is perched on top of your head. All the R-rated fanfiction you’ve read over the years led you to click the purchase button while you did your internet shopping. Not only did the accessory match the clothes, but you knew the colors would trigger Dan’s inner dominant side. 

It’s there. All he needs is a little push. 

He groans. In a matter of seconds, he’s off the sofa and has his arms around your waist. He cups your face in his large hands, gazing down at you with a soft but carnal expression. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.” 

He grins. “Oh, it’s a happy one indeed.” 

Leaning down, he presses his lips to yours. You snake your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in his hair. You push yourself closer to him until the lower half of your body touches his. You can feel his hardness through his pajamas. 

A soft groan escapes your lips. You can’t wait any longer. 

“Bedroom?” you mumble. 

He nods wordlessly. You grab his hand, and together you two walk to his room. There’s a palpable tension in the air. Nerves fill your lungs as you think about the rest of the night. Judging by the firm but reassuring grip Dan has on your hand, he’s most likely going to give in to his inner beast. You enjoy whenever that side of him slips during sex, though a part of you remains having doubts. 

Will you live up to his standards? 

Will you be able to comply if he converts into full-on dominance? 

“(Y/N),” Dan speaks once the two of you are in his room and he closes the door. “Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?” 

You nod. It’s one of the few things you’ve ever been one hundred percent ready for. 

“You can have me any way you want me,” you say. “I’m all yours tonight.” 

He looks at you coyly. “Really?” 

“Really.” 

A corner of his lips tilts upward. “Is my kitten ready for me?” 

You flush. Kitten… sounds fitting.

“Yes… master.” You reach into the lone back pocket of your boyshorts and pull out a (F/C) scarf. “Kitten has something for you.” 

He stares at the scarf thoughtfully. “What does kitten want me to do with it?” 

You step toward him, giving him the scarf. “Master wants kitten… to be tied.” 

“Do you now. Then hands behind your back.” 

You do as he says. You wait a few seconds as Dan loops the scarf around your wrists, then secures it with a double knot. You move your wrists slightly. It’s tight enough so it won’t fall off, yet still slightly loose so you can move your hands around. 

“On the bed.”

Once again, you obey his command, flopping down onto the mattress. 

“Kneel.” You move onto your knees so your ass faces him. 

“Mmmm…” You close your eyes as you feel his palm caress one of your ass cheeks. “So… delectable.” 

You giggle. His choice of words for your butt amuses you. 

That giggle instantly turns into a yelp when his palm slaps against your satin-covered buttocks. 

“What’s so funny, kitten?” 

You bite your lip. “N-nothing master.” 

“That’s what I thought.” His fingers slip through the boyshorts, sliding it down your legs. His breath hitches once your underwear hits the floor. Bingo

You’re startled when he flips you so your back is on the bedsheets. You gaze at him with hooded eyes. “What will you do now, master?” 

“What does kitten want?“  

Your body warms. Is he really asking me to say it? “You know what I want.” 

“Then say it.” 

“Y-your hands master.” 

“Mmmm-hmmm.” His fingers brush along your bare thighs. “And where does kitten want my hands.” 

“Everywhere.” 

“Fuck…” His hands move to the straps of your camisole, dragging it down your body and throwing it to the floor to join your discarded underwear. He blinks when he notices that you aren’t wearing a bra. 

It was (B/F/N)’s suggestion. She thought it would be “easy access” for Dan. 

His lips ghost over your collarbone and down your chest until it hovers over your breasts. You let out a breathy moan when his tongue licks over one of your mounds. You arch your back, silently begging him to do more with his mouth. For a brief second, you wish your hands aren’t tied; by now, you would’ve taken care of matters yourself. 

As if he can read your thoughts, his mouth fully engulfs your breasts while his thumb fiddles with your neglected one. Your thoughts temporarily shuts down, your mind only focused on the sensation of his lips. You whimper when his teeth lightly scrapes at your nipple. The slight pain is making you more of a mess. 

“Dan…” 

His mouth and hand ceases their movement. He lifts his head to look at you. 

“Who’s Dan?” he asks with narrowed eyes. “I don’t know of any Dan.” 

Shit, he’s really into this. “S-sorry master.” 

“Tsk, tsk.” He inches his body away from you. “I’m disappointed in you, kitten.” 

“It was a mistake, sir.” 

“It is… but a mistake has its consequences.” 

You gulp. What’s Dan going to do to you?

You brace yourself for the likelihood of another spanking, so you’re surprised when his hands trails down the length of your body and makes their way to your now moist pussy. You exhale harshly when two of his fingers suddenly thrust into you. Your reaction results in a grin slowly appearing on his face. 

“You like that kitten?” 

You nod, unable to elicit any words. His thumb joins in on the action, rubbing moderately-fast circles on your clit. You spread your legs wider. You buck your hips to meet his fingers – whatever punishment he has planned, at least you’ll receive an orgasm out of it. 

Except you don’t. 

You whine when Dan withdraws his fingers. He smirks at your annoyed expression, playfully raising an eyebrow. “What’s wrong, kitten?”

Damn you. I’m not letting you have the upper hand.

You resist your whine. “Nothing master.” 

“Really.” 

“Yes master.” 

You bite your lip. “Sir, why do you still have your clothes on?” 

“Hmmm… seems like kitten thinks she’s running the show.” 

You blush. “It was just a question, sir.” 

 He chuckles, patting your head. “Don’t worry, kitten. Do you want them off?” 

“Yes master. I’d like that very much.” you reply enthusiastically. 

“Anything for my kitten.” 

With your pussy still longing for a release, you watch as Dan removes his clothes. You sigh in content when he lifts his jumper and throws it off, exposing his toned bare chest. Your lick your lips when he pushes his pajamas and boxers down his legs. And this… this is all mine. 

Once Dan’s closed are all gone, he joins you back on the bed. He hovers over your body, peppering kisses on several areas of your skin until he reaches your face. Your lips meet, and you pour your sexual frustration into the kiss. You suck on his upper lip, even biting it a couple of times. He practically shoves his tongue through your mouth until it’s as if you can feel every inch of it. You absolutely love it. 

“Please master,” you beg when your mouths disconnect.  

“Please what?” 

“Please… fuck me.” 

He smiles. “As you wish, kitten.” 

You moan in relief when he finally enters you. Hips flushed against his, you’re even more relieved when he reaches behind you and unties the scarf, throwing it to the floor to join your discarded clothes. His mouth nips at the column of your neck. With your now free hands, you grip onto his shoulder blades. 

“Yes…” you hiss. “So good.” 

He forgoes his usual gradual pace, instead going for an immediate quick pace. Pounding into you relentlessly, your moans reaches a higher pitch that could rival any belting singer. You don’t care how loud you’re being. Phil’s not around and your neighbors should understand it’s Valentine’s Day. It’s not every day you get a dominant, oh-so-sexy boyfriend. 

“I love you,” you groan, not caring that you’re breaking character. He inches away from your neck to look at you. 

His own mask falters, brown eyes filled with adoration. “I love you too. Now come for me, (Y/N). Come on master’s cock.” 

You yell his name in ecstasy, your inner walls fluttering around him. Your arms hold him tighter against you. You swear you see fireworks over your eyelids, because all you can see is a spontaneous explosion of bright colors. Your body shakes, and as Dan reaches his peak too, you bite his neck to contain any more screams. As loud as you are, you don’t want his neighbors to think you’re being murdered. 

“Ah…” you breathe out when Dan pulls out of you. Your hair is tangled and your cat ears are haphazardly close to falling off. 

“We should’ve done that sooner,” he muses. 

“Ya think?” 

He laughs, moving so he lays on his back. “That wasn’t too much for you?”

“Nope.” You lay your head on his chest. “It was perfect.” 

“That’s all that matters, love.” 

The two of you lay in comfortable silence for several seconds before you angle your head up. 

“Again?” you ask. 

“Already?” he says in amusement. 

“It’s not even midnight. We got time.” 

He smiles at you mischievously. “Well then.” You squeal when he tackles you so your back returns to lying on the mattress. “There’s more where that came from, kitten.”

I actually do have those cat ears. There were a few different choice colors when I went to Hot Topic to purchase them. I ultimately chose the one I wrote in the fic since the colors suit me and purple & black are RL Dan’s favorite colors. The blue is a bonus. It’s so adorable and RL Dan gets all mushy whenever I wear them.

Idk why I didn’t write this sooner. I had so much fun working on this. 😍 To save this as my comeback for 2017… I’m glad I waited.

His First (SasuSaku Wedding Night One-shot)

Sasuke and Sakura’s wedding night. Contains smut. Please also note that Sasuke’s left arm has been replaced by Tsunade here, and this takes place after ‘The Last’ movie.

This is my first time writing a love-scene, so no flames, please. Also keep in mind this is both Sasuke and Sakura’s first time, as I’d like to think Sasuke is from a very traditional Clan and would wait until marriage to sleep with her.

Disclaimer: Sasuke Uchiha and Sakura Haruno/Uchiha belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

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His First

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He leads her quietly through the dim, candle-lit corridors of his ancestral family home, his bare feet treading routes that are still acutely ingrained within the deepest catacombs of his mind. The polished wooden pathways he navigates are all too familiar, and the memory is enough to tug on the old strings of nostalgia slumbering somewhere inside his chest – but there are no more ghosts or past demons, here. The compound has been fully restored to its former glory, and is ready once more for life.

Ready, once again, for love.

She follows him, her small, slender fingers tightly entwined between his longer, larger ones, and beneath the flickering glow of flame, she glimpses it once again; the telling glint of lustrous diamond that reminds her of her new status and title.

Uchiha Sakura.

The name is a musical serenade inside her head. She feels giddy, breathless, still caught in a state of star-struck awe and disbelief. She had waited and dreamt of this day, of this moment, since childhood, and it had been everything she had ever wanted and so much more. Ino and her friends had decorated the venue to perfection, and the festivities had been loud and joyous, lasting late into the evening. A little too boisterous, perhaps, for the innately private Sasuke’s tastes, and an anxious Sakura had half-feared that her handsome groom would lunge at Naruto at several points during the speeches and attempt to throttle him, when Konoha’s Seventh Hokage had launched into grossly exaggerated and thoroughly embarrassing tales of their genin-team adventures – oh so long ago.

Tales that had all suspiciously ended with them stuck in a disastrous fix - only to be miraculously rescued at the last moment by the loveable knucklehead.

Sasuke – whose ego always absolutely demanded that he outdo his rival and best friend in every single department - had scowled murderously at the insulting inaccuracy of the accounts. Sakura had gaped in appalled dismay. Kakashi, scratching his head, had looked as bemused as one could with their features secretively concealed behind a mask.

It had gotten to a point where even Sakura had been left red-faced and twitching, ready to pummel the blond to a pulp for daring to mortify her on her special day - were it not for Sasuke’s firm, restraining grip on her knee beneath the table – but then the blond had suddenly looked straight at them, and with tears shining in his eyes, had raised his glass in toast and spoken words that had stunned them both.

“We might not really be related, but these two were my family when I had nothing, when I was nobody, and they mean everything to me. Without you guys, I… I would’ve been lost. I wouldn’t have made it. Thank you, Sasuke. Sakura-chan.”

Then, in typical Naruto fashion, he had ruined the emotional moment entirely by cheekily declaring that they name their firstborn in his honour.

The smile of recollection on Sakura’s lips widens as she focuses on their joined fingers. Biting her lower lip, she releases an internal squeal of glee. Cha! All her fantasies had come true! Sasuke’s grip on her is secure, and he guides her with a certainty and confidence that makes apparent the commanding man he has become, no longer the frightened boy who had sought to sever all bonds and fled from responsibility and accountability in the past.

She then lifts her eyes to his broad back, setting them onto the red and white Uchiha emblem stitched proudly onto his traditional robes - an emblem that matches the one on her own. He is the last of a noble, prestigious line that has all but dwindled out. Sakura shyly hopes that it won’t be the case for long; that soon, there will be tiny feet padding along the wide halls, feet belonging to little cherubs who share their family name.

It is her job, she tells herself with conviction, to please him now, to meet every one of his needs – just as it is his to provide for hers. She sincerely hopes she can make him happy – but as he finally draws to a stop before a pair of sliding screen doors, Sakura feels the first flutters of apprehension replace the senseless excitement that had, up until that point, made her wedding day pass in an exhilarated rush.

Her smile falters. Suddenly she is nervous and overcome with all sorts of confidence-diminishing worries.

It is her first time. Of course she had saved herself for Sasuke – it had always only ever been him – but what if this is not his? The thought weighs heavily upon her mind, but what troubles her even more greatly is the prospect of him having high expectations – of her disappointing him.

What if I don’t satisfy him? What if I can’t relax and it hurts too much? I can’t seem to remember anything Ino or my mother told me about how to please a man, she thinks frantically to herself.

But she manages to plaster a smile onto her lips regardless as Sasuke directs a brief glance back at her, before releasing her hand to slide the doors to their new bedroom open.

They step inside, and as Sasuke quietly slides the screens shut behind them again and gives her a few minutes to settle in and adjust, Sakura’s eyes nervously bypass the low-framed, king-sized bed resting against the centre of the northern wall, to take in the sheer size of the impressive space. It is tidy, of course; she expects nothing less from a man as meticulous and orderly as Sasuke – with sturdy wooden wardrobes and shelves and carefully tended plant pots placed beside a larger set of screen doors to their right, leading out to what she assumes are the private compound’s gardens.

She is correct, for the doors slide smoothly apart as Sasuke pushes them open, and moonlight spills into the room, bathing it in an almost ethereal glow. Outside, beyond the wooden patio that provides access to other areas of their home, she glimpses an unexpected string of trees that share her name, lined against a high concrete wall bearing the Uchiha crest.

They are suitably in full bloom, in time with the early spring season.

She laughs softly in surprise, joining him by the open doors.

Sakura trees?” Her tone is light and teasing as she admires the pretty blossoms. She desperately hopes she disguises how anxious she feels on the inside. “Have you planned this all along, Sasuke-kun?”

“Hn,” her new husband – husband, her inner self screeches ecstatically – grunts, in that endearing manner of his, when he doesn’t quite feel entirely comfortable with openly admitting a truth – but isn’t inclined to lie about it, either.

Sakura distractedly fingers the Uchiha pendant he had gifted to her on her nineteenth birthday, as she watches the dusky pink petals, appearing lavender under the starry night sky’s milky illumination, flutter noiselessly to the ground.

The cool, pleasant fresh air that drifts into the room helps Sakura to clear her head for a moment. But when she feels Sasuke’s warm breath against the back of her exposed neck, she barely manages to suppress the shudder that shoots down along her spine, sending goose-pimples surfacing along her skin.

At some point, while they had been watching the peaceful, idyllic scene, he had slipped behind her. He had always had the knack, from a remarkably young age, of moving as gracefully and silently as a shadow.

“Sakura,” he exhales, as he draws back the white bridal hood that rests over her head. His voice is low. A near whisper as he takes in the significance of this situation.

Sakura closes her eyes, and takes the moment to really feel his presence behind her; his warmth, his reassuring strength and power and the undeniable masculinity he radiates. She senses his formidable, potent chakra signature, and it crackles like a rolling thundercloud in the air around them, all static, thrumming electricity that makes her cantering heart beat a little faster. His chakra flow at that moment is curiously unstable - conflicted, almost. His usual, iron-like command of it seems to have temporarily faltered.

That is wholly uncharacteristic of him, Sakura thinks to herself, and then it hits her. It hits her that perhaps the ever-composed, unshakeable Uchiha Sasuke is a little nervous, too.

Sasuke begins to lift his right hand. He is standing close behind her – close enough for her back to brush the front of his body. Close enough to smell the delectable sweetness of her fragrance, to touch her. But he is suddenly hesitant. Reluctant, almost, even when he knows that this is their long-awaited wedding night and it is to be expected that they consummate their union now.

He hesitates, but it isn’t because he doesn’t want her; Sasuke is suddenly unsettled by just how much he desires his new bride – every part of her. But he is apprehensive, too, and is trying his best not to show it. And that- that weakness of body and mind- it disturbs him.

Because he knows, if they proceed, that he will be vulnerable tonight. And he had promised himself vehemently, so many times in the past, that he would never allow himself to be unguarded ever again.

Yet he has always had a weakness in Sakura. This breath-taking woman, one he has watched bloom into the most resilient and beautiful of flowers, who has loved him for so long, and who stirs such turmoil within his heart; he is not worthy of her, he knows. But she has chosen to give herself to him in marriage, anyway. And he worries, as he notes the palpable tension in her shoulders, betraying her own jangling nerves, that he will not be enough for her. There is a lingering sense of self-doubt; that despite his best efforts to atone for his past, he cannot make her happy in the manner she truly deserves.

But he also knows that it could not have possibly ended any other way. He could not have suffered seeing Sakura with another man far less wretched than he was, content in the arms of someone else. The mere thought of anyone other than him touching her makes Sasuke’s chest burn with possessive jealousy. She is his light, the light he had thought he had lost long ago. Her gentleness in his presence, her sweetness, her care and her touch bring him to life in ways that had startled him at first – but now fuelled a terrible, ravenous need.

He was gluttonous, really, for Sakura’s affections. This unnerving reality had hit him hard, after the war, after he had travelled the world on a path of redemption and self-discovery. He had known it when he had finally returned to Konoha after two years and sought her out, like he had promised to do before he’d left her. And perhaps it makes him selfish, but he wants to take every last ounce of love Sakura has to offer, to fill his starved self to the brim with her devotion, until he never again feels the torturous pain and agony of hollow emptiness.

Still, the uncharacteristic uncertainty lingers. His throat suddenly feels peculiarly parched. Unbidden and unwanted, words spoken to him the previous night whilst he’d been out drinking with Kakashi and Naruto drifted through his head – words he hadn’t particularly wanted to hear, but had found himself foolishly listening to, anyway.

Leave it to his old, perverted sensei to provide him with some last minute, emergency advice in the bedroom department.

“The Uchiha have quite the reputation as passionate lovers, Sasuke.”

Well, that casual opener, which had caused him to almost choke on his cup of sake, hadn’t been helpful at all.

Naruto, just slightly intoxicated, had roared with laughter and dug an elbow into a coughing Sasuke’s ribs. “BWAHAHA! Really?! No pressure then, eh Sasukeee?!”

“Your wedding night is your entry into manhood.” Kakashi had gone on, to Sasuke’s dismay. “It’s a battle ground in its own right – but you can’t simply just attack your opponent as you do in ordinary battle circumstances.”

Sasuke’s ears had burned and he had frowned at this ridiculous piece of advice. Of course he hadn’t been planning on outright ambushing Sakura! What did they think he was - some kind of uncultured animal?!

Although… the fleeting thought of tackling her completely off-guard had certainly seemed appealing for a brief moment…

“Yeah,” Naruto had sniggered. “Can you imagine that? Sakura-chan’ll beat ya senseless, dattebayo!”

“I’m certain that your bride wouldn’t appreciate it,’ the former Hokage had agreed, chuckling in amusement. “You must instead be gentle, Sasuke. Sensitive. I… ah… realise this may be difficult for you; but take it slowly. Make sure she is comfortable first. You wouldn’t want to do anything to frighten her off or make her tense.”

“I’ll kick your ass if you ever hurt Sakura-chan!” Naruto had chipped in threateningly. “You know I will, bastard! I’ll kick it so hard you’ll lose all your limbs this time!”

“Shut up, usuratonkachi,” Sasuke had snapped back venomously.

“Just admit it, you asshole. You’re nervous.” His best friend had slapped him heartily on the back. “Quit trying to act all cool! We can see right through you, right, Kakashi-sensei?”

Kakashi, who was far wiser than the reckless blond, scratched the back of his head and prudently chose not to tease the last Uchiha.

“I am not,” Sasuke had hissed furiously. A blatant lie.

“HAHAHA!” Naruto had pointed with his bandaged right hand, and made Sasuke’s eyebrows twitch in mortification when one of the bar staff had glanced nosily in their direction. “You ARE! Sasuke-teme is totally nervous! Too nervous to do it with-”

Sasuke had then proceeded to gracefully kick Naruto’s stool out from underneath him, sending the loud-mouthed blond tumbling to the ground, and prompting the absolute moron of a Hokage to howl in protest.

“SASUKEEE! You piece of shit! How dare you treat your Hokage like that? I’ll have your sorry ass thrown into jail, you stupid bastard!” 

Sasuke had hastily terminated the awkward conversation at that point. He hadn’t exactly felt comfortable discussing the topic of love-making to Sakura with Naruto and their perverted old teacher. Kakashi had sighed – and as Sasuke had risen from his stool, he’d nudged a small book toward him.

“Consider it a pre-wedding gift,” his childhood sensei had stated, winking mischievously at him as Naruto had quickly forgotten his ire and started to slur nonsensically about how much he loved Team Seven. Thinking only of the need to make a speedy retreat, Sasuke had grabbed the book and left Kakashi to deal with the whinging Hokage – only to return home and almost choke when he’d realised what it was his old teacher had apparently gifted to him.

A copy of Icha Icha Make-Out Tactics. Face burning, Sasuke had decided to get rid of it right there and then – he didn’t need sex advice from such a controversial and notorious love guide - only to shamefully give into temptation and end up flicking cautiously through it.

He hadn’t taken in much. Most of it had been stupid and downright outrageous. He’d scoffed and sneered in disgust – and he might have gotten somewhat flustered in places – but one thing had stood out in all the crammed pages of rambling, raunchy nonsense.

The stressed, male-ego boosting importance of pleasing a woman first.

Sasuke’s thoughts return to the present and he swallows, and orders himself to man up. He is an Uchiha. And he must take the lead, here. He fiercely tells himself that as much as it is his wife’s duty to satisfy him physically, it is also his responsibility to tend to her needs, also.

His hands, which had hesitated before, slide up to her covered elbows. He takes the first step, and bends his head forward.

Sakura releases a disjointed breath at the feel of the tip of his aristocratic nose following the graceful curve between her neck and left shoulder. He nuzzles her, inhaling her scent deeply, but the innocence of the touch is enough to elicit tiny tingles regardless.

“Sasuke-kun,” she whispers, as he quickly grows bolder, and his arms slip around her midriff, to draw her snugly back against him.

His lips brush over the sensitive skin of her throat. Sasuke has discovered that he has a strange affinity for her creamy neck; that he likes to pay it particular attention. He thinks that surely it has something to do with the desperate need to permanently erase the haunting image of his past self’s treacherous fingers squeezing crushingly around her windpipe. He wishes to kiss her there, until he somehow forgets the nightmarish memory of his insanity-induced attempt to kill her, back then. Even when he knows that he never can – despite her already forgiving him long ago.

Sakura sighs, closing her eyes, willing her wild pulse to settle as Sasuke’s lips caress her skin with a tenderness that he hides from the rest of the world – a tenderness that is disarming, as he leaves a trail of cool little raindrop kisses that summon blazing heat in their wake. This is it, she tells herself; this is the start of her initiation into womanhood. She still somehow half expects to awaken from this dream-like fantasy; has to fight to regulate her breathing.

This is the night her heart has been yearning for - spent in the arms of the man she loves more than anything else in the world.  

But she fears for the intensity of her emotions, already so overcome, when they are both still fully clothed. Her heart pounds harder still, when Sasuke’s hands move to tug demandingly at the sash around her waist and remove the first, heavy layer of her elaborately-layered wedding kimono. His unsteady fingers fumble sometimes, and Sakura has to help him, giggling with coy, girlish embarrassment. Before she knows it, however, she is left only in the final silk under layer.

Sasuke then turns her around to face him. He handles her with painstaking caution – as if fearful that applying any pressure will break her, like she is made of the very same glass he knows she can effortlessly shatter. Their eyes meet, and Sakura feels breathless as his piercing charcoal irises smoulder into her, catching the silver of the moonlight behind them. There is clear intent in his heavy gaze – yet she thinks she can perhaps see the same flicker of uncertainty that plagues her, also, as he takes her hands in his and reels her slowly away from the patio view and back toward their marital bed, his eyes never once leaving hers.

Biting her lower lip shyly, Sakura reaches out to him, proceeding to undress him also. Her hands are visibly shaking, and he has to help her in places, too. When the top of his formal attire is finally cast aside, and he stands before her, all rippling, taut muscles and steely masculinity, she swallows thickly, her lips suddenly oddly dry. Her work in the hospital means she is no stranger to topless men – but this is Sasuke, and now they are alone.

Her eyes wander admiringly over his broad shoulders, his lean, smoothly muscled arms, the strongly sculpted plains of his bare chest and the defined ridges of his abdomen. She sees the many battle scars, some faded more than others, and she thinks their imperfections only make him even more beautiful, like artistic maps carved upon his skin, each mark representing a different struggle, its own unique story.

To think, that this glorious body is now all hers and hers alone…

Sakura licks her lips. “Sasuke-kun,” her voice wobbles precariously to her horror, and she can feel the inferno raging in her cheeks. She has the urge to slide her palms all over those mouth-watering pectorals, but she is all at once pitifully flustered, and frozen by the sight of him. “Ah- I-”

He can see her nervousness all too clearly. This simply will not do, he tells himself, his eyebrows furrowing marginally, for her to be so tense. Trust Sakura to be so annoying. Clearly she requires some additional encouragement. Deciding to do something about it, he grasps her right wrist in his newly-replaced left hand – still healing and tightly bandaged up to the elbow – and pulls her close. Then, before she can babble anything else incoherent, he bends his head down and presses his parted lips lightly against hers.

Sakura’s eyes widen and the air in her lungs hitches. Of course she has been kissed by Sasuke before – multiple times, in fact – but each time sparks fly and it still feels like the very first. Butterflies break free inside her stomach, wings tickling and fluttering in agitation, and warmth floods through her. His right arm slips around her waist, and tugs her forward so that she is pressed against the nakedness of his upper body. She finally closes her eyes and her heart thunders against her rib-cage, as she tentatively lifts her hands to his bare skin, fingers gliding, seeking, exploring. His heat singes her, and once she has touched him, Sakura seems unable to stop.

The kiss is slow and chaste to begin with, and makes Sakura’s insides quiver. Then it quickly grows into something more volatile, full of frightening desperation and raw, ravenous need. A depth of hunger that leaves them both breathless. Sakura’s arms wrap around his neck and the slanting pressure of his lips on hers increases as the kiss hardens and deepens. Soon it is fiery and bruising, and Sakura’s head is reeling from the lack of oxygen. She can feel Sasuke’s chest heaving as he crushes her against him.

They stumble sightlessly backwards, toppling onto the bed, and somehow she lands on top of him. Sasuke is certain that his heart has never before drummed this hard or fast, and there is an aching, heavy throb developing between his legs. Sakura is straddling his waist, and it is peculiarly starting to become increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything else but her, as he looks up at her charmingly flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips.

He thinks that he maybe likes the sight of her, on top of him.

Instinct and desire seem to override Sakura’s nerves, then, as she gazes down at him, as if entranced. Her palms slide slowly, experimentally, over his rock-hard abdomen, to the steely pectoral muscles she had been itching to caress just minutes earlier, and with the tantalising, teasing motion, the throb inside him intensifies. When she leans forward to trail sweet butterfly kisses along his collarbone, he swallows thickly. Sakura’s mouth continues to explore his chest, and she giggles a little against his skin, with the shyness of touching him in newfound, bold places.

When she finally draws back, her hands flat against his toned stomach, she smiles down at him.

“Am I heavy, Sasuke-kun?” she teases, referencing a long ago, childhood memory.   

Sasuke blinks at her; he remembers it immediately.

“Hn,” he scoffs, smirking; for all her famed strength, she is now a mere feather when he holds her in his arms. Then he reaches out to yank her eagerly forward, capturing her lips hungrily once again. His hands wade into her prettily arranged, pale rose hair, and he starts to pull out the decorative pins and blasted accessories that keep her silky locks prisoner from his seeking touch. He feels them snag in resistance in his haste, and this causes Sakura to whimper in half-hearted protest against his mouth, but soon he can feel no more obstructions, and her fine tresses tumble free between his fingers – though only his bare right hand can fully appreciate their softness.

Her hands cup his face, stroking tenderly, and suddenly the remaining clothes between them seem to be an awful hindrance. She wants to feel the scorching heat of his skin, to experience those coiled muscles tensing against her.

“Sasuke-kun,” she gasps into the dimness, as she briefly draws back for a breath. “I-”

“Be quiet,” he mutters back, too distracted by the sweet curve of her jawline to concentrate on what she wants to say or waste precious air on words. Before she can respond, he moves lightning fast and effortlessly flips their positions, pinning her down beneath him. Then his lips are on her throat again - and so is his hot tongue. It devours the column of her neck, and he clamps his lips over her skin, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. He wants to brand her all over her. He alternates between this and directing a sizzling trail of impassioned kisses that prompt Sakura to release the sort of sound that would surely make even Ino blush.

A pleading, soft moan. And it is like a detonation exploding inside Sasuke’s ears – an enticing musical symphony that makes his heart gallop faster still. He wants to hear it again. He wants her to say his name like that. Sakura bites her lower lip, as if ashamed of the noise – but he simply smirks down at her, letting her know that he likes it. Very much.

She wriggles beneath his weight, and he succeeds in removing the final layer of her wedding kimono, leaving his bride in only her lacy undergarments. His hands quickly make short work of discarding those too, as his lips continue to distract her, hovering over her jawline, to her face, where he proceeds to kiss her burning cheeks, her little button nose, her forehead, her right earlobe. Sakura protests at this teasing and pulls his mouth back demandingly to hers. His weight crushes down upon her, and the increased skin to skin contact causes a foreign tingling sensation to kindle inside her lower belly.

Sasuke draws briefly back to allow them both the chance to fill their deprived lungs with much needed oxygen. She is already breathless and flushed; her eyes are heavy-lidded with passion and desire. He doesn’t think he has ever seen anything more beautiful in his life, and he feels a sense of masculine pride and accomplishment, knowing that he is the one getting her all flustered.

His dark eyes lower to appreciatively take in the soft swell of her breasts. It then strikes Sakura that she is completely naked; she had been so diverted by his kisses before, and he had removed her underwear so swiftly, that she hadn’t even really paid it much thought. Almost instinctively, she begins to raise her arms self-consciously over her chest, fearful that he will think her not ample enough or up to his standards.

Her husband, however, stops her, gripping her wrists firmly to prevent her from concealing his view.

“Don’t,” he murmurs. He does not want her to hide any part of her from his eyes.

Shyly, she allows him to press her arms back down against the mattress. He is silent, baffled by how she could possibly be ashamed of her beautiful body, as he greedily drinks up the sight of her petite, feminine form, his gaze roaming over her creamy breasts, her flat, toned stomach – and finally settling on the triangle of soft pink curls between her legs.

His breath hitches. The desire inside him now is near crippling, the heat unbearable as he feels his manhood stir beneath the lower robes he has still yet to remove.

Sasuke knows what he wants. Natural instinct dictates it to him - the need to claim her at last as his, to bury himself deep inside her hot core, to empty himself into her until they are both breathless and spent.

“S-Sasuke-kun,” her voice shakes, and this catches him off guard. His eyes dart back to her face, to find unexpected tears shining in her verdant irises. She suddenly looks so vulnerable. So slight. Unsettled and put out by this, he raises his right hand to her flushed left cheek, where she can feel his fingertips brushing over her skin.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, silently worrying that he is maybe moving too fast for her, or somehow doing something incorrectly.

She bites her quivering lower lip. Swallows back the thickness in her throat, before she chokes out emotionally, unable to hold back her insecurities any longer, “I- I love you, Sasuke-kun! I love you so much! And I want to make you happy, but-” she squeezes her eyes shut, and confesses, “I don’t want to disappoint you. I-!” She breaks off, when he abruptly taps the diamond yin seal on her forehead with his index and middle fingers, a familiar gesture of affection between them that seeks to calm her down.

He meets her gaze, holds it steady.

“Just relax,” he attempts to reassure her – only for one corner of his mouth to turn down at the sight of her eyes welling with tears. Then they are spilling, and Sasuke curses himself internally.

Always, he makes her cry. Even now. He never knows the right thing to say-

Frustrated, he lowers his lips to her cheeks, kissing away the tears. The unexpected gentleness of this touch only makes their volume increase. Sakura wraps her arms around his neck in happiness, yanks him down to her, and silences her sobs against his shoulder.

Misinterpreting this as genuine upset and even more disturbed by the feel of her trembling beneath him, Sasuke realises that she must be afraid, and suggests, with great restraint, “Sakura, I-” he swallows. “We can stop.”

“No,” her muffled voice answers. “No, Sasuke-kun- it’s just-” in a barely audible whisper, she admits, “This is my first time. I…” she laughs a little in embarrassment. “I waited for you.”

He exhales in understanding. Then he pulls back, stares at her. He wants to tell her this is his first time, too, but she is already reaching out to him again. He bends his head to kiss her more gently. And like a flower, he feels her open up beneath him, her lips parting, her body gradually relaxing once again.

He had always imagined that Sakura would remain faithful to him, but to hear her openly confirm it fills him with a rush of warmth that is almost overwhelming. Sasuke tells himself that he will not give himself relief before he pleasures her – before she is ready to receive him. His mouth moves from hers, to her throat once again, before lowering to explore the valley between her breasts. But he falters before he touches her there, suddenly strangely hesitant again.

He glances up at her. She seems to understand, too, for she takes his right hand, and shyly guides it to where she wants him to touch her. He cups her left breast, marvelling at its silky softness and weight. Then he begins to massage it, prompting a little whimper to escape Sakura’s lips as he kneads it gently, before rolling her nipple experimentally between his index finger and thumb.

This causes her to stiffen in surprise. He looks up at her again, to find her eyes are closed. The air escaping her mouth is growing shallow and quick. She enjoys being touched like this, he notes with satisfaction, storing it in mind for future reference, and does it again, prompting the same pleasurable reaction. Her moan is even louder, when he lowers his parted lips to the mound, swirling his rough tongue around its sensitive, aroused bud before taking it completely into his mouth, sucking gently.

“Ohhh,” her back arches, as his left hand moves to stimulate the unoccupied breast that is not receiving worship from his tongue. “Sasuke-kun…” she groans, as she reaches out to his head with a hand, fisting her fingers through his fine raven hair.

These new, unfamiliar sensations - they feel so good. Her inner self boasts that of course they do; Sasuke-kun had always been remarkably proficient with his hands. Who could have known, however, that his tongue would turn out equally as delightful? But she can’t think coherently enough to communicate this to him, while his mouth is doing such tantalising things to her.

The sound of his name falling so huskily from her lips spurns him onwards, encourages him to continue, sends him on a quest to elicit even more. He wants her to be more vocal. Because surely the louder she becomes, the better he is performing.

And as with everything else he does, Sasuke has to be the very best.

He then turns his focus to the other breast, sucking and fondling and caressing, before growing even bolder, directing a trail of feather-light kisses along her abdomen. Sakura is now almost panting with need and the heat in her lower belly intensifies. It is radiating to the unchartered territory between her legs, centralising as a throbbing ache that demands urgent attention. She squeaks in alarm as he ventures lower, his hair tickling her skin as he teases her pelvic bone, before brushing his lips over her inner thighs.

She gulps, jerking in startled surprise, when they drift a little too close to her womanly core. She does not expect Sasuke to be this daring during their first time – but clearly he has no issues with intimacy of this degree, for his bandaged left hand presses firmly down against her abdomen to keep her in place, while his right parts her thighs to allow him better access.

“Sasuke-kun!” she yelps, her cheeks burning as she scrambles to push herself up onto her elbows. “No- wait. Please!” 

Her reaction is interesting, and so is the increased tension he detects in her body. Sasuke flicks a heavy-lidded glance up at her, and gives her a smug smirk, so utterly devious and sexy that her heart jumps into her throat. Something tells him that he has her now. She gapes at him – and when he disregards her half-hearted plea and runs an index finger experimentally over her inner folds, he is rewarded with the sight of his wife biting down on her lower lip – hard - as her eyebrows furrow together.

He strokes her tantalisingly again, and she releases a strangled sound. He watches her face curiously, intently, using the cues he is receiving from her body to discover which spots excite her most. Her expression is caught somewhere between the blurred boundaries of embarrassment and eagerness. Sakura clearly likes the feeling – but obviously thinks his mouth shouldn’t be anywhere near down there.

It is almost enough to draw a chuckle of amusement from him. She is his. He can touch her wherever he pleases, using any part of his body he likes. And if this area is what flusters her most, then Sasuke tells himself that he will just have to pay it special, particular attention.

He parts her folds, finding the small bud of her clitoris. Sakura releases another choked sound when he brushes his index finger over it.

“Sasuke-kun-!” she manages through tightly clenched teeth. “Please-!” The sensation his touch is eliciting is positively sinful, a tingling burn that is steadily growing into a force so unstoppable, it leaves Sakura’s head spinning. When his thumb begins to stimulate the sensitive spot further in a slow, steady, circular motion, she rewards him with her loudest moan yet, clutching almost painfully onto the sheets underneath her.

“Ahhn! Sasuke-kun!”

He immediately responds to her vocal feedback, his pace and rhythm quickening. The musky scent of her turns him on, and he can feel her growing moister under his touch. It is the most incredibly arousing sight he has ever seen; Sakura, all hot and bothered and sexually excited before him.

And loving her like this, giving her pleasure; it feels so very right.

Panting, she glances down to watch him through half-lidded eyes, before her elbows give out, sending her collapsing fully onto the bed once again. She turns her head, and tries desperately to muffle the sinful sounds in her throat – sounds she did not even realise she could make – by pressing her mouth against one of the scattered pillows beside her.

Sasuke’s eyes narrow disapprovingly. He will have none of that. Keeping his right hand working in its position, he lifts himself up over her and leans forward, catching her chin with his fingers. Angling her face back toward him, he meets her pleasure hazed gaze directly.

“I want to hear you,” he tells her, and quickens the circular motion of his thumb even further, as if to punish her for even attempting to deny him of the lustful exclamations leaving her lips.

Sakura’s back arches in response, her head falls back, and she rapidly loses the will to swallow back her moans any more. Any previous embarrassment is replaced entirely by pure, selfish lust as the tingles rapidly grow in intensity. “Ahhh!” she whimpers. “Oh! Yes! Right there, Sasuke-kun! Ohhh!”

His eyes fix onto her face in wonder. Suddenly, he cannot look away. When she lifts her hands to clutch frantically at her breasts, his breathing becomes more laborious. He can feel the searing heat between his legs growing underneath his robes, throbbing for the same attentions he is giving to her. And suddenly his thumb against her growing slickness is not enough. He wants to taste her. Sakura gasps when, without warning, he replaces his hand with his tongue, swirling hotly around her bundle of nerves.

“Ahhnn!” she cries out, the tension in her lower belly, tightening and coiling until it becomes near unbearable, verging on the sweet agony that accompanies pre-release. Sasuke is ruthless, and does not relent. The blood rushes in his ears and each and every one of Sakura’s throaty, sexy moans urge him to quicken his movements, to bring her to the very edge of the explosive summit she is rapidly climbing.

“Ahhhh! Sasuke-kun! Oh, God! Yes. Yes! I’m-! I- ahhhh!” Her hips begin to buck on instinct, pushing her clit more firmly up against his ravenous mouth.

Sasuke holds her down more firmly, and rewards her yearning pleas by applying more pressure and sucking harder, and she momentarily stiffens, then cries out his name as the constricting coil inside her abruptly snaps, sending wave after wave of rhythmic pleasure coursing through her.

“Sasuke-kuuun!”   

It is a feeling unlike anything she has ever experienced, and Sakura’s head falls back as her entire body arches upwards, arms splaying as the euphoric sensation washes over her. Her heart is thundering at an unnatural pace that will surely induce some form of cardiac arrest, but she can’t focus on that, can only feel the pure ecstasy he has given to her.

He presses her abdomen down, preventing her from trying to jerk her hips away, forcing her to ride out the remainder of her climax before his eyes as he finally pulls back to find a trail of liquid leaking from the opening of her virginal entrance. She has loosened up and relaxed completely, is wet and ready for him.

Self-satisfaction and masculine pride swell inside his chest once more, as a smug Sasuke acknowledges that he has given Sakura her first orgasm. And she seems to have thoroughly enjoyed it, too.

And suddenly, now that he has given his wife her release, Sasuke finds that he can no longer hold back the need for his own.

She remains there for a minute, heart racing, trying to gulp down air, stares dizzily up at the high ceiling above them as she struggles to catch her breath, the after-glow of her first climax lingering deliciously. Her mind is blown, and her entire body feels warm and wonderful.

Tsunade-shishou had slyly teased her about the Uchiha being famed lovers, possessing a stamina that was uncommon. She begins to think she might understand the reputation, for she and Sasuke have not really even begun, and for him to pleasure her already like this first, even before he had entered her-

“Sakura-” he utters thickly, his own heart hammering against his rib-cage. It is all at once senseless and consuming, how terribly his body desires their union. He cannot fathom how he has gone so long without this physical closeness with her. Still panting, Sakura understands, and reaches for him, nodding. He has melted away her tension, made her feel at ease. It is now her turn.

She wants to give him the same pleasure he has given to her.

She lifts herself off the bed and leans forward, pressing a palm to his strong chest to push him back down onto the mattress. Sasuke is internally pleased by her increased boldness, and complies. Then she climbs onto him and straddles his hips. She bites her lip and experimentally begins to rub her wet core against the growing hardness she can feel underneath his lower robes.

“Sasuke-kun,” she breathes. “Is this- is this okay?”

It is more than that. Sasuke only manages a terse nod. He is too diverted by the pleasurable feeling of her gyrating down on him to verbally respond.

Just as he had watched her responses before, Sakura now watches him closely also, using every visible cue her eyes can detect to pleasure him. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees the way his jaw clenches tightly as he watches her, and his features contort slightly, as if in pain. Sakura’s heart soars at this encouragement and she is eager to bring out more new expressions. She soon finds a steady rhythm, and grinds backwards and forwards against him, breasts bouncing, which drives Sasuke near wild. He reaches out, runs his hands over her silky upper thighs. She is driving him crazy. He needs to be inside her soon. The ache in his groin is near agonising, now, and Sasuke isn’t sure how much longer he can hold back.

The friction begins to stimulate Sakura once more, too, and she throws her head back as she rocks against him, eager to reach the heights of ecstasy again.

“Haah…” she exhales, closing her eyes as she quickens her movements.

But Sasuke, now fully aroused, can wait no more. In one swift, predatory movement that knocks a surprised Sakura off her newfound perch, he shoves her off him.

“…!” She barely manages to snag a breath before his lips crash down against hers, while his hands move to hastily unfasten and discard his lower garments.

“Sakura,” he whispers; the strain inside him all too evident in the creases on his forehead. “I can’t,” he speaks through clenched teeth, “-hold back- anymore-!”

She nods breathlessly, and as he places his elbows on either side of her head and lowers his body to position himself between her parted legs, she laces her fingers with his.

She squeezes tightly, her eyes wide and brimming with tears of another kind. Happiness, he realises, and is so moved by the pure and ardent love shining in her eyes as she gazes up at him in that moment, that it is enough to render him speechless. He lowers his head, touching his forehead to hers as he exercises every last shred of restraint he possesses to wait for her signal, his heart a frantic drum.

She seems to understand how much this means to him, for it is she who whispers to him lovingly, “I’m ready now, Sasuke-kun.”

The hardness of his length prods her slick opening. Sakura gulps as she anticipates the inevitable discomfort that will accompany their two bodies becoming one at last. But this time, she is fully prepared for it.

Sasuke bites his lower lip – and then nature takes its course.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he penetrates her in one swift, forceful thrust and drowns his groan into the crook of her neck. Then she is gasping at the sheer, unexpected fullness of him, of his agonising thickness and length - the way he seems to stretch her walls so completely, to way beyond their limits.

“Ah!” she cannot help but cry out, overcome by the sharp, stinging, burning pain, but Sasuke is quick to silence her with bruising kisses, as he pins her arms above her head. They help to distract Sakura enough as he fights against his raging desire, and remains completely still within her, waiting for her to acclimatise to him. It is a few minutes before he dares to move again, sliding slowly out of her, gritting his teeth as he does so.

His eyes briefly close, eyebrows furrowing. Fuck. She is so incredibly tight. Her heat surrounds him to his hilt like a molten sheath, and he does not think he can stand the delicious friction. The sensation is divine, like no other he has ever known, and he worries that he cannot hold back, that he will hurt her if he goes too hard and too fast, in the way his body is urging and begging him to do.

Gentle. He has to be gentle, he reminds himself. But the heat is unbearable, and all he wants is to dominate her completely-

Sakura moans, eyes closing as he eases back in carefully, pushing as far as he can, as deeply as her cavern can take.

“Sakura,” his dark eyes check on her, as he struggles to regulate his own breathing.

“I’m fine,” she gasps, and he finally releases her hands to caress her face, wiping at the tears that had spilt when he had initially entered her. She opens her eyes and offers him an unsteady smile. “Really, Sasuke-kun,” she reassures. “I’m- haah,” she huffs, expertly channelling healing chakra to the source of pain. Immediately it helps, reducing the worst of it to a dull ache. “I’m fine,” she says again, encouraging him to continue.

He nods, and gingerly resumes. And being inside her feels so good, he does not understand how he has gone for so long without knowing such intimate pleasure. He senselessly thinks he ought to have married her right after the war, for he does not think he can now ever get enough. Sasuke half-fears for what this will mean - what it will do to them both – for a passion this dangerous will surely set them both aflame – but he cannot bring himself to worry for it, then. For the first time in his life, his body completely overrides the wishes of his mind as it pursues one thing and one thing alone.

He bites down on his tongue, fighting against the groan that begs to fly free from his throat as he plunges in and out of her, his movements slow, inexperienced and disjointed at first, but he has always been a fast learner, and when he is certain that Sakura’s discomfort has waned, he soon gains a steady rhythm.

Their slick bodies slap against each another as he drives into her with increasing force, causing the mattress beneath them to creak against its bedframe.

Sakura’s soft hands are then in his hair, tender and adoring, and she whispers that she loves him again as she wipes the perspiration from his brow. Sasuke knows this truth, has never doubted it since they were twelve, and responds, plunging faster and harder into her until she begins to whimper once again with renewed need. Every thrust drives him closer to the edge, increasing the torturous friction between them until he feels himself rapidly climbing to his peak.

He hisses her name, overwhelmed by the tantalising way her walls clench around his length. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to release, and suddenly she is all he can see, all he can feel, all he can think about. There is only her in the world, and nothing else.

Sakura-

Her fingers are now roaming over his chest, gripping onto his strong shoulders. The dull pain is all but forgotten as the familiar, burning tingle returns and overrides everything else, roaring to life like a furnace blazing into being inside her lower belly. The weight of him above her, the feel of his muscles tightening with strain against her makes Sakura writhe beneath him.

“Unh!” she cries out as he picks up further speed, slamming into her with something akin to near-desperation. “Ah! Sa-su-ke-ku-un!” she moans his name pleadingly, her words punctuated by his forceful thrusts. The tantalising feel of his thick, throbbing cock as it ploughs deeply and relentlessly into her is driving her to disorientation. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” 

The heat and friction are now excruciating. A delirious Sasuke feels like he is losing his mind at the sight and sound of her writhing and moaning under him, and kisses her deeply to swallow back his own groans. Almost angrily, he plunges his tongue ravenously into her mouth, teeth nipping and biting as his hands move to squeeze her breasts. Her tongue dances against his. clashing for dominance, and she wraps her arms tightly around his neck, yanking him closer. Her legs lift to hook around his waist, increasing the slant and friction between them further. Sasuke grunts with effort as he continues to pound almost mercilessly into her, and feels as though he is being swept along by the irrepressible tides of tempestuous passion. He cannot fight against the force, can only drown with her, into her. She is the only thing that anchors him, his only hope of salvation.

He needs her. At that moment, Sasuke needs her so much, so desperately and so wretchedly, that it steals his breath away.

Sakura’s toes curl and her nails claw down the skin of his back with a force that she is certain will leave angry red marks. But he doesn’t care. It simply heightens the exhilarating sensations coursing through him.

“Khh!” he releases an incoherent, strangled sound, informing her that he is close. So, so close. But he does not want to reach his climax alone. He wants her to orgasm before him, again, is absolutely adamant that she will – and shoves a hand down to her clit again. He rubs at it, his rhythm irregular, frantic and distracted – but the extra stimulation is enough to send her crashing over the edge again.

“Ahhhn!” she screams, nails digging into him like sharp talons. “Sasuke-kuuun! Yes! Yes! Yes!

And as her walls contract tightly and rhythmically around him, Sasuke finally reaches his peak right after her. The pressure and tantalising tension coiling inside him overflow to boiling point and erupt as his hot seed empties into her, and pure pleasure unlike anything he could ever have imagined tears like a riptide through every inch of his body. He is unable to stop the guttural groan from escaping his throat, and is carried through the waves of bliss by the delectable sound of Sakura crying out his name, over and over again. It is an extreme adrenaline rush, an incomparable euphoric high that sends his soul soaring, makes his throat close over with a depth of emotion wholly alien to him.

It is enough to leave him quivering inside.

His movements become more disjointed as he rides out the last, lingering remains of his orgasm, panting heavily against Sakura’s sticky neck. She holds him, stroking his hair as he begins to descend from the heavenly heights of pleasure. Sasuke gives her one final, deep, tantalisingly slow thrust – then collapses and grows still against her, remaining deeply embedded inside her heated core.

For a long time, they are quiet, the silence between them broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing. Sasuke feels a sense of warmth, peace and fulfilment that he has never experienced before, lying there in her arms, his ear pressed against her left breast, where he can hear the soothing sound of her heartbeat as it gradually slows to its regular, resting rhythm.

It is not long before his eyelids grow heavy, and he tries to fight it, because there is something he wants to say to her, but his mind seems to have abandoned him entirely, for his thoughts are scattered and clouded, and even speaking seems to require too much energy.

“I love you, Sasuke-kun,” she whispers into the darkness, a lullaby that lulls him into the blissful arms of sleep.

But her voice is enough to trigger a final, valiant fight for remembrance inside his head, and he mumbles her name and what he thinks it was he wanted to say, uncertain whether he really manages to articulate it at all as slumber finally takes him.

Sakura’s eyes pool with tears of contentment and her heart is ready to burst from happiness as she stares up at the ceiling, when his drowsy, but unmistakeable words reach her ears.  

“Sakura. Thank you.”

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Cough. Yeah. I hope this didn’t disappoint, guys. Again, please keep in mind this is THE FIRST time I am writing a full on love scene, so obviously there’s room for improvement. Thanks for reading and please LIKE/REBLOG/COMMENT and share so other SasuSaku fans can read!

Another love-scene oneshot, which will happen after Sarada is born when Sasuke returns from a long mission away, will be written when I find the time.

This will be posted on FF.net tomorrow.

To Rediscover

|To Fall| |To Be Afraid| |To Find| |To Be In| |To Yearn|

Member: Namjoon 

Genre: Angst 

Word Count: 2.6k 

Summary: Love. It’s a strange thing. It can either make you the happiest person in the world or the most miserable. You don’t know when it comes or when it goes. Sometimes it’s not returned and sometimes it is. We don’t know how to deal with it, but we still yearn for it.

A/N: writing for Namjoon always gives me these feels that I never knew I had. Enjoy Xx 

Originally posted by dannismith

“Namjoon-sshi, what is love to you?” The camera pans from the interviewer back onto Namjooon.

Love. What a foreign concept.

“Love you say?” He pauses for a moment. “That’s a very good question. It’s funny because with all my years of training and finally becoming the artist that I can be proud of, not once have I thought that I would stumble across this question.” Staring blankly at the screen, you notice how puzzled he looks.

The subtle crease between his eyebrows, the small scratches to his chin, and switching position of his crossed legs. All very mediocre actions, yet very distinct to Namjoon himself. Actions that seem almost second nature to you.

Love. In your eyes, love is something unreachable. Something so close, yet it seems to fade away the moment your hand is able to feel it’s ghostly presence.

“I think love is like rainstorm. Some may find the rain beautiful and peaceful while others find it a nuisance, yet in the end, a rainstorm can bring upon beautiful sights. A rainbow, the fresh smell of the damp earth, the chirp of birds, and strips of the sun teasing the sky. Love is exactly like that. It’s a rough journey, but in the end, we know it’s worth the wait.”

Then where were you all this time?

His words resonate in your mind. Love is like a rainstorm. Violent yet beautiful. Such words couldn’t have been phrased more beautifully, as expected of Kim Namjoon, yet they hold such a heavy weight. These words which he couldn’t stay true to years ago.

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The Broken Musketeers X

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 1206

Pairing: BuckyxReaderxSteve

Summary: After the fight at Tony’s party, you and Bucky go straight to Clint’s. It’s a struggle to get Bucky past the archer and into his apartment, but when you say those three important words, everything changes.

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Intertwined-Chapter 3

I Honestly don’t know what the hell this is. But i went there. 

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: ANGST. Depression, Violence, Smut, Mutant Reader (ALWAYS) powers include immortality, healing and telekinesis. Currently can’t think of anything else. NSFW MINORS AVERT YOUR EYES

Summary: 5 years after the events of CACW, you are the live-in therapist for the newly reconciled Avengers, Steve’s Fiancé. The first words your soulmate speaks appears on your body, but only after your first conversation has taken place, making it impossible to know who your soulmate is, what will happen when Steve brings Bucky too live at the compound?  

Originally posted by aestheticimagines


Bucky’s Pov:

He runs his hands up your waist cupping your breast as he makes his ascent, Flicking your hardened nipple as you grind your hips down on his “that’s it baby girl, Just like that” Grabbing your hips he rolls his harder into yours,  listening to you moan “Please” you beg he takes the hardened nub into his mouth as you gasp arching yourself into his touch “Bucky” you whine, He chuckles darkly “Patience doll” he whispers, rubbing small circles onto your clit “I wanna fuckin ruin ya Baby” he kisses you fiercely as you moan lewdly, your thighs are clenching, hips circling his in short sharp digs “ya gonna come doll?” “Bucky please!” Is all you manage to get out, your eyes are cloudy, lip caught between your teeth trying to stifle the moans “ na ah Prinstessa I wanna hear ya” he says as he rips off your panties, Flipping you onto your back, he bites the inside of your thighs, marking a trail up to your throbbing sex, he licks a long, languid stripe from your opening up to your clit sucking the throbbing bundle of nerves into his mouth, moaning as your hands find their way into his hair tugging sharply “ oh god James” you cry as one finger finds its way inside you, rubbing rhythmically against your g-spot “Yes! James! Right there!” you scream, voice cracking, His hips are gyrating against the bed desperately trying to relieve his own need, fuck he needs you right fucking now or he’s going to blow his load all over the fucking sheets, he removes his finger from your opening, kissing his way up your stomach, he feels you reach for his cock, swirling the pre-cum that has gathered around his tip down his length, he lets out a sinful growl as he swats your hand away “Nah baby, this is about ya” he murmurs “ lay on your stomach darling” you comply almost immediately, scrambling to obey as quickly as you can, he lets out an affectionate chuckle as he lines himself and enters you in one swift move, giving you no time to adjust he pulls you back by the hair. You’re a gasping moaning mess beneath him, you fit him so well, like a piece he didn’t know was missing, he kisses up your neck, sucking you earlobe into his mouth, “so good Prinstessa” he says, ramming his length into you, the force of his thrusts moving you up the bed “so Beautiful” he groans as he feels your walls flutter around him “James! James im gonna Co-“

He sits bolt upright in bed, sweat pouring off him, he stares down at his crotch, he’s hard as rock and you aren’t anywhere in sight Just a dream he thinks But what a dream he can still feel your fingers on his skin, tracing patterns into the scar tissue on his shoulder, he shivers at the thought, he’s a twitching hormonal mess and your constant presence in his day to day life isn’t helping. You’ve taken to spending most of your free time with him, and its driving him absolutely insane having you so close but not being able to touch you, hold you, feel you. It’s not just his body revolting, His heart is wholly yours, imagining lazy Sundays in bed, Date nights, a family. The thought of Betraying Steve sends a wave of revulsion through him Get a grip Barnes he chastises himself, He can never cross that line, and he has to be satisfied with the tentative friendship you’ve developed. His Heart breaks as he reaches for his neglected dick, This is as close as he’s ever going to get to you.

 Your POV

Your standing in the shower, head against the wall, the scolding hot water releasing the tension in your shoulders, your (H/C) plastered to your face, your mind a mess with thoughts of Bucky, you’ve been distancing yourself from Steve as you spend more and more time with Bucky, you can feel the distance between you like a palpable thing, bridging farther and farther the longer you skirt around the obvious elephant in the room, Steve refuses to talk about it, changing the subject as soon as you try and start a tentative conversation, The sex has dwindled down to nothing, tender moments non- existent,  you’re like two parallel lines, always adjacent to each other but never touching, he leaves you feeling frozen, cut off from the once affectionate, loving relationship you had, the intimacy you once shared destroyed completely, no semblance of companionship left, you stuff a clenched fist into your mouth willing the tears to stay where they are, you’re touched starved and broken, trying to latch onto any normalcy you still have, the pain blooms in your chest threatening to overwhelm the fragile balance you’re trying to create in your mind.

Choking back emotion, you try to keep on hoping for a way, a reason for both of you to come in close, you long for Bucky to hold you like Steve used too. Sliding down the wall, you cradle your knees to your chest laying your head on your knees you try to pin point the exact moment where things went completely sideways and you replaced the man you love with another, you don’t know how it went this far, You and Bucky had done nothing wrong, but you wanted him, you needed him, every moment you spend away from him feels like your dying. The shame you feel claws its way up your throat chocking you with the weight of it, it shouldn’t have to be this hard, you’re supposed to be planning a wedding, to the love of your life, and here you are, sitting naked in the shower, hoping against hope that Steve calls it off.

A new emotion makes itself known, your angry, no you’re livid.

And Steve And Bucky are going to find our just how angry you really are. 

Steve’s POV:

He’s avoiding it, Avoiding you and he knows it, he can’t bear to see the looks you and his best friend share when no one is looking, he doesn’t want to address it, he deflects when you try and bring it up, he can’t touch you because he knows it’s not him you’re thinking about when he does, and he can see the hurt he is causing you, he knows he should let you go, but he can’t get the words out, he can’t  muster up the will to tell you, he’s breaking inside, heart shattering with every look you give him, every night you climb into the same bed as far away from each other as you possibly can be, the weight of your silence a suffocating layer of guilt and loneliness he can’t seem to get out from, he aches to reach out and tell you he’s here, that you’re not alone, but the words catch in his throat and he keeps pushing you further into Bucky’s arms and he can’t figure out why he isn’t doing more to salvage what’s left of his failing relationship, he knows it’s not your fault, that you didn’t ask for any of this, that it was an accident of fate, he’s never felt so lonely, you’ve been a constant in his life, his anchor to reality, he gets up making his way to your shared bedroom, he’s going too hash this out with you, he’s going to fix it, make it right, apologize for blaming you for the colossal fuck up that’s currently your lives, he’s going to fight for what’s left of you, he doesn’t care that he won’t have all your love, he’ll be content with anything you give him. Opening the door to the bedroom, he sees you fresh from the shower, eyes puffy and swollen from what he assumes is crying, he gulps down the lump in his throat “Hey Doll” he says tentatively, “Hi Cap” you reply voice emotionless. He sighs, it’s worse than he thought.

“Baby doll, I think ya an I need ta talk” he tries.

“Yeah Cap, I think that’s a stellar fucking idea” you spit angrily

He was not expecting that.  

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Kacchako 05: “I took a pregnancy test”

Genre: Drabble/Fluff/Family

Pairing: Bakugou x Uraraka

Rating: [T for language]

Word Count: 1532 words

Drabble Prompt: #16: “I took a pregnancy test”

Author’s Notes: For the anon who requested prompts 19, 16, 18, 13, 10, 8, 4, 3, and 2 for kacchako. I’m so sorry I’m so slow! But I guess…6 more to go? Also another anon requested #16 so this is for both of you!


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Parachutes 7a - The Mission

This AU sees Claire working for the Special Operations Executive (SOE) during World War II.  She is on her way to France for a special assignment with two Scottish paratroopers in tow…

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My thanks to @bonnie-wee-swordsman for the mammoth edit and @suhailauniverse for the beta reading.  There is a 7b, coming very soon… Hopefully not as long as the last one…


A long, languid sigh of contentment came out as Juliane opened her eyes. Gaston’s head was coming up to meet her neck, lightly kissing her hollow.  

‘He’s happy with me?  Are you sure?  Karla knows who I am?’ he asked between kisses.

‘But of course my dear!  You are a vital part of the French cause!  I have made sure he has heard everything of your exploits and how you are the most committed agent he could hope to have in his ranks.’   He chuckled and she could feel his chest expand in a peacock fashion.  He moved down to her breast, lightly nipping and kissing which brought a sharp intake of breath from her.

‘The British have instructed me to head out on another, longer mission.  I’ll be away for at least a week.  We have a series of drop offs and reconnaissance to undertake.’

She sat bolt upright, eyes flared and glowing with anger.  ‘We? Who is we?’  Hearing the pique in her voice, Gaston looked up sheepishly at Julianne.  Moving back up towards her, he rested his head on her shoulder, slightly pouting.  

‘Don’t be like that, my little ‘witch’.  It’s only orders and they’ve said someone needs to be with La Dame Blanche for as long as she needs; and as commanding officer, I thought it only appropriate for it to be me’.

Her head snapped towards him, her eyes gleaming.  ‘La Dame Blanche is here?  Do you have a name?  Who is she, then?’

‘You know I can’t tell you that and compromise another agent.’  He started stroking her long auburn hair, moving it away from her ears, nibbling her lobe.  ‘What’s so special about her anyway?’ he whispered.

Julianne, hoisted herself up on her elbows, hair falling down around her and hiding her breasts.  Gaston gently moved it away.

‘Special?  My dear, La Dame Blanche is the British Army’s medical botany specialist!  I heard they’d sent her out into the field but didn’t believe they would be so stupid to do it.  They must be desperate.  Or she’s working on something big.’

—-

I sighed and looked around again waiting for Gaston to appear.  He had been due thirty-five minutes ago and we had already missed the train to our destination.  The longer we waited, the more nervous I became.  My general antipathy for Gaston was a large part of that.  The relish with which he had delivered the news that London wanted me to go ‘with a commander’ on this mission filled me with dread.  I highly doubted that he was named in the dispatch itself, but he wouldn’t let me see all of it, just the aspect pertaining to my set instructions.  Of course, it made no sense to the other members of the resistance group.

‘Sources say Culloden almost prepared, the bitter cascara might be the only option’

I had groaned at the thought.  The Nazis were close to preparing the lethal botanical weapon and I had to sabotage the production.  The cover was that Gaston would be my husband, an executive for a beauty company and we were visiting the town and factory for product.  We had been told that the beauty factory was only a cover and that a separate factory was adjacent and where Culloden was being manufactured.  We had secured a meeting and now journeyed for a week long mission.  Anyone else I wished.  Anyone.

A cough stopped my train of thought.

‘Madame? Claire?’  I recognised the soft voice with the hint of Scots lying underneath.  For some reason, I caught my breath and felt the valves in my heart quicken.I looked up to see a riot of ginger curls, the sun beaming through, blinding me.

‘Jamie? Where is Gaston?  I’ve been waiting for nearly an hour and the next train is due in ten minutes’

He scooted next to me, the warmth radiating so violently that my cold body was fighting to not sit up against him.

‘Taken ill, weird sickness.  Raymond said it’s almost like M. Robichoux, so God knows how he caught that.’  His feet tapped on the platform and he glanced down at them. ‘So, I’m your husband’ He coughed again and looked towards my bags and before I could respond to his statement, stood up and collected everything and strode towards the platform, leaving me to rush behind him.

‘What do you mean you’re my husband? Are you saying you’re taking his place?’  

Jamie stopped so abruptly, I almost crashed straight into his tall frame, panting with the quick exertion.  

‘Well, er. Yes. What kind of a friend would I be to leave you in the arms of <Rupert>?’ I smiled and was returned by a glint in his blue eyes. ‘I don’t know what we’re doing, but I figured at least one of us does, I am at your service, madame’.

By some luck, we had it all to ourselves, which seemed to be both a blessing and a curse.  There was a lingering tension in the air, from what I could not say, but it was palpable.  Maybe Jamie was nervous about the mission, seeing as he didn’t really know the full extent of it.  It was musty and dishevelled through wartime neglect.  I smiled.  Not unlike us all, I mused.  I settled myself into the corner, by the window.  Jamie, after placing our luggage in the overhead shelves, sat opposite me.  The French countryside looked calm and reassuring, green fields suggesting fertile crops seeming to mock the shortages being felt by the population.  I looked away to find him staring at me.  I looked at him quizzically, and raised an eyebrow, he responded by reading a copy of the local newspaper, but his constant glances up at me, at the door, put me on edge.

Mission nerves.  We all got them from time to time. Luckily, I had other things related to the expedition on my mind; how we were to find the cascara substitute, and how on earth we would be able to get into the factory in the first place to disrupt the process.  I opened up my book and begun to study the composition of the plants the Nazis were using.  Seemed simple, if yet very clever stuff.  The fact that the British hadn’t even thought of it when the French surrendered was mind-blowing.  Well, in truth, they had.  Or rather I had.

My inability to get the team I was working with to consider the possibility that the plants could or would be synthesised was part of the reason I transferred into the SOE.  Very firmly one evening, I was pulled aside by the section leader, the cigarette smell stale and worn on his motheaten jacket.  It was ‘explained’ to me rather idiotically, that my idea would not get far, that I should give it up.  Three weeks later, he came back again and warned me to drop my theory and protests to the head of command.  But I persisted and found it so frustrating, that they moved me to another team.  The boredom of that work was the reason, despite Frank’s displeasure, I ended up in the SOE.  

But I was right.  I was bloody right, the bastards.

The jostling of the train relaxed me and I looked up out of my window, closing my eyes to envisage the structures of the plants and how they were fusing together in the most deadly way. Clarity and sense of purpose flowed and I began to see how much cascara we may wish to use.

‘What have you got in that wee book there?’ I was thrown out of my meditation by Jamie’s soft Scottish burr.  I glanced around and seeing that we were still alone looked at him ‘Your lack of security is quite something. En français, s’il te plaît’.

A lopsided smile came across his face. ‘Well, what is in your book that has you tapping and muttering so?  Can I take a look?’

My large companion moved, to sit next to me.  I moved closer to the window, the seat barely registering my presence, yet Jamie seemed to completely disrupt the wadding inside and,  much to my amusement, bounced me in the air as he settled into place, dust moving everywhere like tiny wisps.  In all the commotion, and in his eagerness to see the book, he practically sat on top of me, so close that our legs touched in a familiar, yet strange way.  

‘It’s nothing really, just a little book on plants that I like to read from time to time.’

‘On plants you say?  I’ve noticed you picking up little bits here and there.  Is it a hobby of yours?’

I glanced up at him, meeting those earnest blue eyes.  I breathed slowly, not knowing how much to give away in this area.  I’d talked freely to Jamie, as open as one could be in the circumstances.  I found him easy company.  He was a born storyteller,  like most Scots I’d come across, we had shared many stories and had reached a friendly intimacy and I felt awkward telling him the truth.  I wanted to tell him more, yet I was torn.  Any more information could certainly put him in jeopardy and I didn’t want his death on my head.

‘You could say that’.

I saw him eyeing me up, wondering what to say.  ‘You could say that…’ he trailed off.  ‘Something tells me you’re not telling me the whole story with that Claire.  It’s more than just a hobby isn’t it?’  I could feel the perspiration begin to form on my neck, the clamminess uncomfortable and I moved my hand to my neck to try wipe it away.  Jamie continued, low.  Like a horse tamer trying not to startle a newborn foal.  

‘I think there is room for secrets in the world we live in.  God knows, you have to have them.  But not lies.  Not between us.  Know that you don’t need to tell me anything that isn’t classified, anything that would compromise the mission and’ he paused and looked at me ‘more importantly you’.

I gulped.  It was now or never.

‘Medicine isn’t my specialty.  I am a trained nurse, but botany was my first love.  The two together are rather fascinating to me, how nature itself can heal.’  And that was it.  I found myself explaining my background, mindful to not tell him everything.  I couldn’t tell him about Frank.  Something always stopped me.  

Silence.  Jamie just looked at me.  His face impassive and hard to read.  I felt anxious but resolved.  He wanted the truth, and I gave it to him.  He knew some measure of the type of woman, the type of person I was.

He smiled that lopsided smile that gave me reassurance, a dusting of stubble lightly flecking his face and a twinkle lept to his eyes.

‘Now! I almost forgot, time to make it official!’ And with that he jumped up off of the banquette and grabbed at his case.  ‘Can’t have my wife going about without a ring now, can I?’  I rolled my eyes.  He chuckled, his shoulders raising.

‘Heaven forbid! What did Gaston give you, some old dusty gold ring?’

His eyes shifted to his case.  The mood in the carriage suddenly went very serious.  

‘Ah well, no. I brought my own.’  And with that he ceremoniously got down on one knee, I couldn’t help but smile at the sweetness of it all. ‘Claire Beauchamp, will you do me the honour of being my wife? My mission wife that is’.

I nodded, and he slipped the ring on, muttering something I couldn’t quite make out.  

‘What was that?’

‘Nothing, just a bit of the Gaelic. Seemed wrong to put it on and not say it. Traditional like.’

‘Have I sold you my soul?’ I teased, laughing ‘and more importantly, did you give me your soul to so with as I like?’

smol volley squad and the day when you become a year older.

Happy belated Birthday, anon! I’m sorry this took a while, but I hope that you had a bright, happy day. :) Here’s to you! P.S. Kuroo is a huge dork and doesn’t understand how cheesy he sounds.


Bokuto Koutarou.

“It’s not a surprise if I know about it.” Akaashi looks at you, alarmed, but the only thing that shows it is the way his brows raise.

“You tell him that, and his heart’s going to break.”

That makes your chest twinge and a soft smile curls itself happily on your cheeks. “You’re right. It’s a surprise, no matter what.”

It’s worth all the trouble, because the moment you turn the heavy, padded doorknob, you can hear the excited breathing from a certain loveable owl of yours, and Akaashi’s right there by your side- equally amused, and equally exasperated. 10/10 for trying, you had to give him, and full points for making you feel so full you’re about to burst, quite like the palpable tension in the darkness. You do your best not to giggle, because this is the worst try of being ‘not here’ you’ve ever seen.

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maltedchocolatemilkshakes  asked:

Hiya! there are two missing scenes from Riverdale that I'd love fics for, if you wanted! After FP is arrested, the gang in the cafeteria say that the sheriff is interrogating Jughead (again); it would be great to see that happen. And another missing scene is with the social worker talking to Fred about Jughead, before the boys get home. it would be lovely if you were interested ? X

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hey lovely, so I had a brain wave and managed to sit down and finish this for you tonight! I hope you like them and that this is kind of what you were looking for xx

“Jughead, thanks for coming in,” Sheriff Keller’s low voice cut through the stale air of the interrogation room.

The young Jones’ face twisted with cynicism as his lifted from where they rest glaring at the table.

“After the hospitality you showed me last time I was here I couldn’t exactly stay away,” he returned dryly, his voice layered with sardonic defences, his shoulders hunched and weary.

The Sheriff noted the red tired rims of his eyes. No sleep. Moving further into the room Keller paused to pull out the chair across from the beanie wearing boy. The scrape of its legs scratched at the tense atmosphere. He sighed as Jughead eyed him with venom. He knew coming in that he wouldn’t get much from the kid.

“Cut the crap son. I just want to ask you some questions about your dad.”

Jughead leaned back in his chair, arms moving to cross over his chest. His smug attitude apparent in the quirked brow and dark smirk he adorned. The Sheriff eyed him harshly, he didn’t care much for the kid’s snark, and though he suspected it was a defence mechanism it still ground down on his nerves.

“I thought he already told you everything you needed to know? Confessed right,” the boy shook his head the dark smirk still in place as he let out a dangerous chuckle. “Case solved. Nice and neat just the way you wanted.”

Keller glared at him, hands coming out to rest on the table palms flat against the metal. Jughead noted the gesture, assertive, meant to intimidate. He rolled his eyes at it.

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One Night Stand

Prompt: ”ONE NIGHT STAND BEFORE THE FIRST DAY OF YOUR NEW JOB AND OOPS THAT WAS YOUR NEW BOSS YOU WERE SLEEPING WITH”
Pairing: Dean Smith x Reader
Word Count: 1,502
Warnings: language, hangovers, implied smut, inter-office relationships
A/N: The runner up of the prompt voting! I’m really happy with how this turned out and I hope you guys like it. Anyway, feedback is cool :)

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Secretary (Part 2)

Genre: ALL SMUT

Word Count: 2818

Jimin prepares to take sweet revenge on you. But you aren’t going down without a fight.

Part 1


You were the CEO of Big Hit Entertainment. How that had happened was a complete shock and miracle. It had been a year since you had last seen Jimin, desparately hard and horny, zipping his pants up in his office. Needless to say, there was tension between you two. Most of it being sexual. Which is why it came as such a surprise when the past CEO of Big Hit, who had announced his retirement during his meeting with Jimin, had chosen you to be his successor. His reasoning? Park Jimin had recommended you and his word was gold. When you first got the offer you had to make sure he wasn’t joking, wasn’t in on a vengeance prank with Jimin. But no, the offer was genuine. Jimin had given you glowing recommendations and deemed you much too qualified to be a secretary. He was obviously right, but a part of you was disappointed. Disappointed that he didn’t fight to bring you back to his company. Disappointed that he so easily handed you off to someone else. You couldn’t complain because your life had completely changed for the better, now that you were CEO. Your spite for Jimin had faded, replaced with gratefulness and also longing. You missed seeing him everyday, the fresh smell of his crisp button-down shirts you ironed for him, his warm office in which you had spent countless nights staying up to finish presentations, his beautifully soft hair, the way his plump lips would curve into an accustomed smirk, the lustful look in his eyes, the taste of his cock…You snapped out of your reverie before your thoughts turned too explicit as your secretary walked in with a letter and an ornate bouquet of roses.

“Looks like you have an admirer,” she said with a smile as she handed you the letter.

Your heart sped up as you saw the all too familiar letterhead of Park Jimin. You felt butterflies as you opened the envelope and chided yourself at how giddy you felt at the slight thought of him. You were supposed to forget all about him. But you couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried.

Y/N,

Long time no see. I think you owe me a visit. Come see me in my office tomorrow.

Jimin

You traced your fingers over the neat handwriting, staring too long at the simple Jimin at the end. There were no details in that letter and the roses confused you even more. Shouldn’t he have been pissed after your last encounter together? What exactly was going to happen in his office? You felt a pit grow in your stomach as you recalled your last heated time in his office.

You owed it to him. He had improved your career infinitely. You were now his equal. The least you could do was thank him for his faith in you, but you swore to yourself you wouldn’t get distracted by his sexy eyes, toned arms, firm thighs…Fuck. It was going to be a war against your hormones.


You walked into his office and felt a wave of nostalgia. It had only been a year but you missed his office, your little desk was still vacant and you smiled at the thought that Jimin had never found anyone as good as you to be his secretary. As you approached the tall double doors you braced yourself, smoothing down your hair and taking a deep breath before opening them.

He stood facing the large glass windows, his back to you, yet you still felt his magnetic pull. The attraction you felt for him never went away and you stood in awe at the way his shoulders stretched his shirt, the way his pants hugged the curve of his ass, the way he turned around smoothly, an eyebrow raised to look you up and down.

“Congratulations, Y/N.”

You stood doe-eyed, ready to jump his bones already, for a few seconds before walking to sit down in the chair in front of his desk.

“Jimin, it’s so nice to see you again. I just wanted to say how thankful-“ you began reciting your rehearsed thank you speech before you felt Jimin walk behind you, hands gripped on the arms of your chair, and mouth hovering dangerously close to your ear.

“Let’s cut the crap now, Y/N. Why don’t you tell me what I really want to hear, hm? Do you have anything to say about your naughty behavior a year ago?” he said in a low voice as he bit your earlobe and ran his hands up and down your arms.

All the nerves in your body were on fire but you wouldn’t give in that easily. You were not going down without a fight. “Shouldn’t you be the one apologizing to me? You drove me to quit, asshole,” you retorted in a calm voice, trying to block out the way his fingers felt against your skin.

He chuckled darkly, “I don’t think you understood, Y/N,” he moved to where he was kneeling in front of you. The way he looked up at you with his fierce, dark gaze made you subconsciously bite your lip. He lifted your leg on his shoulder and laid kisses across its length, starting from your ankle. You felt exposed, but you liked it, to your disappointment. “What do you have to say to me?” he growled in between kisses. He looked up at you expectantly when he reached your inner thigh, so close to where you wanted him the most. You secretly hoped he couldn’t see the wetness pooling in your panties. You did not want to give him that satisfaction.

Abruptly closing your legs together, with his hand still between your thighs, you shot him back a determined look, “I have nothing to say to you.”

“Looks like we’re going to have to do this the hard way, Y/N,” he said slowly before forcing your thighs open and running a finger up your slick, clothed slit. “Well, well, well, looks like someone’s awfully eager. Are you still thirsty for my cock, babe?”

Your cheeks blazed red from his words and you knew if you were left in this room any longer, you would not be able to control yourself. “You know what, I’m leaving. I should have known better than to come back here,” you said feistily before getting up to walk to out.

“Not so fast, Y/N. You aren’t getting off that easy,” he said before pulling you back by your wrist and slamming you into the glass windows, pressing his crotch against your ass. He ripped off your dress and you let out a yelp of protest.

“What the fuck Jimin! You just ripped my dress!” you yelled before trying to push yourself away from his touch. You couldn’t admit how insanely turned on you were by his aggressive actions. You felt manhandled, like putty in Jimin’s hand, and you hated yourself for loving it.

“Because I need to teach you a fucking lesson in respect. When I’m done you can leave in one of my shirts and let everyone know just how much of a slut you are. Or you can just stay in my office under my desk and keep my cock warm with those pretty little lips of yours like last time,” he said before slapping your ass. You gasped and arched into his touch. The pain faded as he grabbed your ass, rubbing circles into your flesh before placing striking your ass again. You keened into his body, craving more contact, before you were snapped back into reality by his humorless laugh.

“Still begging for my cock, huh? Looks like being a CEO hasn’t changed you. Still such a needy slut,” he whispered roughly into your ear before flipping you over. Fuck no. He wasn’t going to have the last laugh.

“Fuck you. You’re still an arrogant prick who listens to his cock instead of using common sense,” you spat back at him. You were so close, lips almost touching, and you could feel his hot breath on your face. The tension was palpable and it was clear neither of you were willing to give up control.

He grabbed your wrists above your head and held them with a firm one-handed grip. “Listen, you ungrateful bitch. I have been waiting for this moment for a whole fucking year. I am so ready to see you knocked off your damn high horse,” he snarled before attaching his mouth to the tender skin on your collarbone, creating a dark mark that claimed his revenge.

“Oh, I bet you have been waiting for this moment. I’m sure you’ve been jerking off every night imagining your cock down my throat. And the fact that you still haven’t found a replacement secretary? It proves just how much you need me,” you challenged, raising an eyebrow to meet his narrowing gaze.

The growl he emitted was animalistic and it set your core on fire. He knocked your thighs apart with his knee and shoved two fingers in your wet hole, pushing your panties to the side. Your mouth fell open at the sudden fullness you felt, and you were melting into his rough ministrations. You closed your eyes and pursed your lips, trying to hide your moans of pleasure as he drove his fingers into your wet heat.

“C’mon, open that smart mouth up baby. Let the whole office know you’re a fucking slut,” he grunted as he grabbed your jaw and forced you to meet his eyes, that characteristic smirk spreading across his face. He thought he was winning, but he was so wrong. You grabbed him closer to you by his belt, quickly undoing the buckle and unzipping his pants to release his hardening cock. Never breaking your eye contact, you pumped up and down his shaft, swirling your thumb around the head of his cock, until you saw his brows furrow, his hips instinctively bucking into your touch. That brief moment of vulnerability was replaced by a challenging smirk.

“Still so greedy for my cock? Damn, I didn’t think you had it this bad for me,” he said, his slight panting making his arousal evident.

You rolled your eyes at his accusation and stopped pumping his cock. Holding the base tightly between your thumb and forefinger. “Just fuck me already,” you muttered, too far gone to care about pride at this point.

“Thought you’d never ask,” he chuckled as he pulled your hair back, exposing your neck, and placed hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck to the valley of your breasts. He closed his mouth around your nipple, rolling the other between his fingers, before thrusting his cock into your folds. You both let out a joint moan while looking into each other’s eyes. Your tight pussy clenched around his thick cock, making you see stars as he pounded into your sweet spot. You loved the way he took you so roughly. The way he claimed you as his.

“You like the way the whole city can see you like this? A CEO being fucked against a window, her dirty little cunt on display?” he whispered in short breaths against your ear as you fell into his embrace, growing weak from his unrelenting thrusts. His cocky words reminded you that Jimin, the man fucking you like a sex god, was the same man that had ignored you for all those years, had taken you for granted despite your loyalty to him.

In a fit of rage you shoved him down, pressing his face to your core. “Shut the fuck up Jimin,” you sighed. He caught on quickly and slipped your underwear off, placing a kiss on your swollen clit. He sent you bucking against his face, gripping his soft hair. His tongue painted figure eights across your clit before plunging into your dripping hole. His hand reached up to rub quick circles on your clit, sending pure electricity into your body. You were almost there and you could feel it. You moaned at his skilled tongue, pushing out questions of how he was so good with his tongue out of your head. Just as you felt your walls clenching around his tongue, you felt empty.

He had stopped and rose up to sit in his chair, carrying you and placing you on his desk in front of him. The cold glass of his desk in contact with your naked body sent shivers down your spine. He sat back in his chair, eyebrow raised and hands clasped together evilly, “Not such a good feeling is it, Y/N?” he asked, shamelessly dragging his eyes across your body, your wetness dripping down your thighs.

You mentally cursed yourself for not being prepared for this kind of shit. It was so typical of Jimin, you should have known he would do something like this. You could barely focus on anything else but the intense need to release the knots of tension and pleasure that had filled your stomach, the throbbing desire you felt in your core.

“Touch yourself.”

Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest at his words. The way he was staring expectantly at you would have made you do anything for him in that moment. Still in shock but desperately horny, you slowly snaked a hand between your folds and rubbed firm circles around your clit. Your pleading eyes met with his predatory gaze.

“Spread your legs wide baby, let me see,” he said in a husky voice. You noticed his hard cock pressing against his stomach, leaking with pre-cum, and the thought that he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him made your heart soar. You spread your legs wide, granting him a full view of your dripping folds. As you plunged a finger into your tight hole he let out a string of curses under his breath. You continued your movements, but they weren’t as satisfying as his cock. The way you touched yourself could never compare to the fire you felt when Jimin touched you. He sensed that your movements were growing sloppier, that you were so close.

“You look so beautiful like that baby. Like a pretty little slut. Your pussy is so wet for me. How long have you fucked yourself like this thinking about me? Hoping your tiny fingers can feel the way my fat cock feels all stuffed up in your tight cunt? No one can make you feel the way I do, Y/N.” His words alone were enough to make your inner walls clench against your finger, leaving you gasping for air. All of a sudden, Jimin had raised his foot slightly, drawing light circles onto your clit. The friction from his shoe on your sensitive clit you rode through your high made your vision grow hazy. It scared you just how receptive you were to his touch. How his slightest movement could send you over the edge. When you had slumped over from your high, he lowered his foot, smirking at you with a satisfied gaze.

Still panting, you lowered yourself onto his lap, your arousal dripping down his thighs. You reached for his cock and pumped it in fast strokes, twisting your hand around his length. His eyes softened and his lips parted, letting out short breaths. You leaned into his ear, still pumping his cock, and whispered, “Cum in my mouth.”

He groaned loudly at your words, eyelids fluttering closed to engrain the filthy sight before him into his mind. You lowered yourself down to your knees and stroked his length, the tip of his cock hitting your tongue. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, the same eyes he had seen everyday for years, the eyes that knew him better than he knew himself. With a guttural moan he was spilling hot cum onto your tongue. You pumped him throughout his orgasm, leaving your mouth open for his cum to collect on your tongue. He fell back into his chair with a sigh as you rose up to straddle his thighs, leaning in for a kiss. Jimin groaned at the taste of his own seed on your tongue and you relished the feeling of his soft, plush lips against yours. Your tongues battled each other for dominance, Jimin eventually giving you control and gripping your hips to bring your body flush against his. Your lips parted slowly, reluctantly, with a loud smack. You stayed like that, lips hovering near each other for a moment, basking in bliss.

“Park Jimin, looks like you’ve met your match,” you whispered with a wink. Jimin’s eyes crinkled into a smile before pulling your head forward and connecting his lips with yours again. Whatever this was, it felt right, and you relaxed into his touch, accepting that you were inextricably tied to Jimin, as he was to you, whether you both liked it or not.

2 years later Part 2

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Featuring: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff and Bruce Banner. 

Word count: 3420 words

Warnings: some swearing, some fighting and angst as well I think

Tags: @itsjordanelizabeth13 @frexblitz @mrsjacksonteller @castellandiangelo @shamvictoria11 @fab-notfat @sturkillerbase 

Notes: I’m thinking about doing a 3rd part but it would be more like a epilogue I think. Just if you want me to ofc. I’m leaving you the choice since it was going to be a one part thing so it’s completely up to you! If you want the epilogue, those who are tagged in this one will also be tagged in it unless you don’t want ofc! And if you want to be tagged but you’re not just tell me :) xx

Originally posted by ageofimagines

PART 1


The situation you were currently in made you start wondering if coming back was a good choice. Maybe you should’ve just stayed away and let everyone keep on going with their lives. Especially Steve. Seeing him around the facility was the most painful experience you had even gone through. If he snapped at you or you heard him talking or something would be better. But the way he ignored you was much worse than what you could handle. 

“Leaving again would be the worst you could do”, Tony told you.

Since you didn’t have any upcoming mission, you used to help Tony down in his lab since it was the only place Steve didn’t visit. So there you were, with one of Tony’s suits on so he could fix it properly. 

“Why? He obviously doesn’t want me here, Tony”, you sighed looking down at him while he fixed something on the leg of the suit. 

“He’s just…hurt”, he frowned before looking at you with a sigh. “He obviously didn’t expect you back. Give him some time to process it. It has only been two days”, he shrugged. 

“I know…” You sighed looking up. “I didn’t expect him to come and hug me and forgive me the second he saw me you know? I just thought he would at least listen to me”, you said.

“He already knows why you left”, he said. With a frown you looked down at him. How did he know? “I talked to him yesterday”, he shrugged standing up. “FRIDAY, open up”. You felt the suit opening up and you jumped out of it.

“What did he say?” You asked.

“Nothing, really. He looked surprised. Really surprised, actually, but said nothing”, Tony said.

“So he meant it when he said he wasn’t interested in…anything I had to say”, you mumbled.

“(Y/N)…” Tony whispered making you look up. “Give him time, please. He’ll come around”, he said.

“Ok…” You nodded after a while. 

You didn’t want to leave again so that was your only choice. Giving Steve the space he wanted to have and wait until he decided to talk to you. That day, after leaving Tony in his lab, you went up to your room praying you wouldn’t run into Steve on your way. But luck wasn’t on your side. The moment you stepped out of the elevator, Steve was getting out of the room. As soon as he saw you he stopped for a moment, looking at you intensely, but he started walking again. 

“Steve wait…” You said when he walked by your side. He didn’t turn to look at you but he at least stopped. “Tony told me he told you about…HYDRA”, you said fiddling with your fingers. 

“He did”, he said, no emotion in his voice. “So what?”

“I wouldn’t have left if I had another choice, Steve”, you said and bite your lip. 

“But you left (Y/N) and that’s all that matters. Without a note, nothing and now it’s too late to come back”, he said. You tried to say something else but he just kept on walking towards the elevator.

“I still love you, Steve. You may not believe it anymore, and I understand but I do, I will always do”, you said.

You didn’t know if he heard you but you had to say it. Once the doors of the elevators were closed you walked into your room, crying once again. You honestly didn’t know how many times you had already cried since you arrived. And somehow you knew there were still so many tears to come. 

That was also the first night since you arrived that you showed up at dinner. You used to have dinner when everyone was asleep even when that meant you had to go to sleep later, but at least you didn’t run into Steve. You were tired of it, though. It may hurt you, and he probably wouldn’t like it, but you were sick of hiding. You were going to live there, with him, so you just couldn’t spend the rest of your life hiding from him. 

“Hey there”, Clint said as soon as you walked in. “Are you having dinner with us?” When you nodded he smiled widely and took another plate for you. “How are you?” He asked as you started helping him to set up the table.

“Well…it’s been tough so far”, you said with a frown. “But you’re all being really helpful to be honest” you smiled at him.

All?” He said raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t want to talk about it”, you sighed shaking your head. 

“It’s ok”, Clint said making you smile a little. 

He always kept his distance but at the same time he was always there for everyone. You thanked him mentally while he started serving the dinner. Then he told FRIDAY to tell everyone dinner was served and it didn’t take them two minutes to show up. You were glad things like did never changed to be honest. 

“(Y/N)! Are you joining us?” Wanda said as she walked into the kitchen.

“I am”, you smiled at her but your smile disappeared the moment Steve walked in.

He literally stared at you before he took a seat and started a conversation with Bucky. Biting your lip and feeling your appetite go away, you took a seat as well, as far from him as the table allowed you and started talking to Wanda. 

“I’m controlling my power so much better now, you know?” She smiled. You were so proud of how she had evolved. It had come to a point when she was too scared to even use her powers but you were so happy she embraced them now. 

“You have to show me one day”, you smiled at her.

“Sure! I can make you fly, and it’s cooler than when Tony does it. No machines and shit like that”, she rolled her eyes. 

“What about me?” Tony said from his seat, looking at the two of you. “Already plotting?”

“Always” you winked at him.

“The security in my lab is at its 100% so don’t even consider trying to steal one of my suits”, he warned you since you had done it multiple times in the past. 

“I wasn’t thinking about it but thanks for the tip”, you said smiling widely. 

“Don’t even think about it!” He said making you laugh.

“I would protect your suits better Stark, otherwise she probably just took one of them and leave if she doesn’t like the situation.”

Everyone shut up when Steve talked and you felt your stomach twisting at his words. You felt all of their eyes on you and then on Steve, suddenly feeling your anger boiling up. Did he really have to do this in front of everyone?

“At least he would be willing to hear me out when I came back instead of closing up”, you said back. The tension was palpable in there but no one dared to say anything or move. It was something between you two. 

“And you would sure as hell come up with an explanation involving our protection right? When we didn’t even ask for it”, he said now looking at you.

“That wasn’t your call, Rogers”, you said.

“Oh it wasn’t? I think I have some saying when it comes to my own protection and I surely would have had something to say about you leaving”, he said. 

“It was fucking HYDRA we were talking about!” You exclaimed getting up from your seat. “And you, along with your friend, should know what it means better than anyone else!”

“But we didn’t know that! I didn’t know it! Who did? You and Fury? That was all for fuck’s sake!” He screamed getting up as well. “You left! You left all of us! You left me! And you still have the nerves to come back and say you love me!?” 

“I never said it was the best move!” You screamed trying your best not to throw something at him. “But it was the best thing I could even think of!”

“But it wasn’t all about you, (Y/N)! Not even about the team!” He said and then looked down, taking some deep breaths to calm himself down. “It was us, our future, our life together. Just two days before you left, we talked about moving in together, about children, and then you just left”, he said looking at you again. 

“And thanks to me leaving I gave you the opportunity to have that with someone else in case I didn’t survive”, you said tearing up once again.

“Don’t you see it? I didn’t want that with anyone else. It was you. Just you. There’s no one else in this world I want a family with”, he said with his hands on his hips. “But now I guess it’s too late”, he added.

You two looked at each other, both of you with tears in your eyes threatening to escape and there was nothing you could do to stop them. When the first tear fell off his eyes, he walked out of the kitchen. It took you just one minute to do the same, walking out of the facility, looking for some fresh air that would help you take some air and breathe normally. 

All the hope you ever had about Steve and you was now disappearing. You had hurt him way too much and you knew it. He wasn’t going to forgive you. Ever. You just didn’t know if he loved you anymore. Probably he didn’t and you had just been a fool for saying you did love him. 

Out of the facility was cold, especially if all you were wearing was some shorts and a t-shirt. But you couldn’t care less. Actually, you didn’t even feel the cold, you were too focused on what you had lost and how much it hurt. Was leaving such a bad idea? Even when you were trying to protect what you love the most? Maybe it was or things wouldn’t be so broken now. 

“You should come inside”, a voice said behind your back. You turned to see Bucky at the door.

“No, thank you. I’m good”, you said wrapping your arms around your knees again. 

You heard him sighing heavily. Then his footsteps came closer and he finally sat down next to you silently. You looked at him for a moment. You never really got the chance to get to know Steve’s best friend since he was frozen when you left. Before that, you only knew what Steve told you so having him there, instead of next to Steve, was surprising. 

“You will get a cold”, he said. You shrugged silently. You didn’t care. “Why don’t you apologise?” He finally asked.

“I tried. He’s not interested”, you whispered. 

“He is”, he replied looking at you. With a frown you looked at him. “Stop trying to explain yourself and just say you’re sorry”, he said. “I can’t promise it will work but I know he needs it”, he added. 

“How do you know?” You asked frowning. “He told me something like ‘she didn’t even apologise’, I guess that’s a clue”, he shrugged with a small smile. “He loves you even when he doesn’t want to, and I want him to be happy”, he shrugged. 

“He said it was too late”, you mumbled looking away from him again.

“If you want to believe it…” He said with a shrug before getting up. “That’s how it is, (Y/N), he’s pissed as fuck, you’re not going to fix it with just an apology. That I can assure you. But it would be a start”, he said walking back to the building but he turned again before walking in. “And getting a pneumonia is not going to be helpful, either”, he said making you smile a little. 


Good for you, you didn’t get sick at all after being out in the cold for almost two hours. It was a relief and it also gave you time to think about what Bucky told you. If you had to apologise then you would it but how were you supposed to do it when he wouldn’t even stay in the same room as you for more than one minute?

It still took you two more days to have an idea. And it wasn’t even a good one, it could all go wrong. But it was the best thing you could think about. You teamed up with Tony and managed to make Steve believe that there was a mission upcoming and he needed to go to Ireland. Steve was going to go first in the quinjet, Tony would leave a bit later and then the whole team to have the element of surprise. Of course it was all untrue. There was no mission and there was no plan. Steve would get into the quinjet and you would hide in there with him. Once you two were far enough so he wouldn’t turn around, you could just let him know that he wasn’t alone. He wouldn’t jump off the quinjet just to avoid you, would he?

You didn’t know how Tony managed to convince Steve about this. You heard them talking about it and Steve didn’t like the idea since it sounded too risky. Well, obviously he was going to say it since it was the worst plan you ever came up with for a mission. But luckily he ended up giving in. The next day, Natasha and Bruce were loading the quinjet with the essentials while Steve went through the details of the plan with Tony once again. 

“Go. Now.” Bucky said next to you once he made sure Steve wasn’t looking. “Hide inside the big guns box. He won’t even look at it until you’re getting to Ireland”, he said.

“Thank you, Bucky”, you said with a small smile.

He winked at you and you ran to the quinjet. Once you were in it, Natasha helped you to get into the empty box while Bruce kept on reminding you that this was a horrible idea. And you totally agreed with him. Actually, the more you thought about it, the worst it looked like. But there was no time to stop it now. 

“Everything good in there?” You heard Steve from outside. Natasha pushed you down and covered the box quickly. It was full of holes so there was no problem with the oxygen. 

“Everything ready, Rogers”, you heard Natasha’s voice further now. 

“Good luck”, you heard Bruce before he walked away as well. 

Everything was silent for a moment, you could hear some mumbling out of the quinjet where Tony was probably telling Steve all about the plan once again, and then you heard someone walking into the quinjet. You saw Steve’s boots through the holes and suddenly you got nervous when he closed the gates. There was no coming back now. You were trapped. 

It was so hard not to fall while the quinjet was taking off but somehow you managed to do so. It was incredibly uncomfortable in there but you knew you had to wait a bit longer to actually get out. After what it felt like eternity, you heard Steve telling FRIDAY to set up the automatic mode. That was your cue so taking a deep breath you removed the top of the box and got up, relieved that you could finally stretch your legs. 

“What the fuck?”  You looked at Steve who was holding up his shield, ready to attack. You had supposed he would react like this but you were glad he just didn’t attack. “What are you doing here?”

“We have to talk”, you said getting out of the box. “Like…real talk. No fighting”, you added.

“I’m in the middle of a mission. I don’t think it’s the best time”, he said putting the shield down on the floor of the quinjet.

“Yeah…about the mission”, you mumbled and bite your lip. “It’s not…real. This was the best thing I could come up with to talk to you without you going away”, you explained. 

He stared at you like you were making no sense. Well…you weren’t sure you were actually making sense.

“You’re out of your mind. You’re fucking insane”, he said shaking his head.

“You always said you liked that about me…” You mumbled with a sigh. 

He looked at you for some moments before shaking his head and turning to go back to his seat. Probably he was to turn around so you were already running out of time.

“Steve, wait please”, you said moving a bit closer to him. “Just…hear me out. Just for once and if you don’t like what I saw and you still don’t want to forgive me and you want to forget me then ok, I will accept it but please…”

You looked at him, begging inside of you that he got up and looked at you. Or at least that he wouldn’t touch anything and keep the course of the quinjet. Probably it was your lucky day since he sighed and got up, looking at you.

“Talk”, he said serious.

“Ok.” You nodded and took a deep breath. “There’s something I still haven’t said about me leaving and I guess it’s the first thing I should’ve said. I don’t know why I didn’t say it though and it’s incredible that Bucky was the one talking to me about this.” You closed your eyes for a moment and then looked at him. “I’m sorry, Steve. I’m sorry for leaving you, for not even giving you the chance to help me, for…breaking your heart.” Actually, you felt a bit better after saying those words. Maybe he wouldn’t forgive you but at least you had really tried. “I swear to you that there wasn’t a single day when I didn’t think about you, when I didn’t plan on calling or texting but I was so scared. Scared of HYDRA finding you and torturing you to know where I was, scared of you hating me. I felt…” You shook your head looking down. “I was so scared I didn’t even think about how this would affect you. And I’m so sorry for it”, you finally said. 

All those words stayed there, floating in the air between you two. And you had nothing else to say. It was his choice now. You were giving the chance to decide now even when you didn’t do it two years ago. All you could expect was that somehow, for some strange reason, he loved you like you loved him. 

“You know…the day you left I thought everything was a joke. That you would never do such thing and just leaving a stupid note saying that you were sorry. I thought you would come back and eventually I accepted the fact that you had actually left me”, he said looking at you. “(Y/N) this two years have been a hell for me, a real one and… I don’t know if I will be able to forget about it”, he said. You guessed that was the best you could expect. “But… I guess I could…forgive you.” You looked up at him shocked. Was he being serious? “Eventually, maybe we can go back to ourselves. To be just Steve and (Y/N). But I can’t do it now. I love you, and I will always love you, but I still need some time to heal and afterwards…who knows?” He said. 

“I understand”, you whispered with a nod.

You two just remained silent. How could you even hope that he would just forgive you? You had hurt him way too much and everyone needed time after a heart-breaking. He maybe was Captain America but he had the heart of Steve Rogers, and that heart wouldn’t be fixed with an apology. He moved closer to you and kissed your forehead softly before going back to the pilot seat to go back home. 

None of you said a word during the flight back and when you landed, he was the first one getting out of it. Tony was there, waiting for you, and the moment he saw Steve walking to the elevator he looked at you.

“It didn’t work?” He asked looking at you concerned. 

You looked at Steve who looked at you while he waited for the elevator. He gave you a small smile before getting into it and pressing the button to close the door. With a sigh you looked at Tony.

“Maybe someday”, you replied. 

Steve The Virgin - Steve Rogers x Reader

Steve hasn’t told any of the avengers this (although they assume it to be true anyway), but he’s a virgin. You have been dating him for a little while and want to take your relationship to the next level but it hasn’t crossed your mind that he might be a virgin since he has the body of a god and he hasn’t mentioned it since he’s afraid he won’t be able to please you.

Three months, that’s how long you and Steve had been dating. You had to go through your diary three times just to make sure that it was true, you’d been dating for three months and yet he had never made a move. Now, you weren’t exactly the most experienced of folks when it comes to such a thing, but in every other relationship you’d been in, by now sex would be a regular thing.

You talked about it to Nat, she was your gal pal and a SHIELD agent which meant she was great at keeping secrets, and what she told you was that Steve was probably just shy. It had taken him almost a year to even ask you on a date even though he’d had a crush on you for ages.

“So, supposing you’re right, what do you think I should do?”

“Well, first of all,” Nat began, “I am right. Second of all, maybe you need to make the move, just to let him know that it’s something you want, and then… y’know, have fun.” She gave you a wink and left your bedroom, giving you time to think over your plan.

And you thinking up the plan was harder than most would think, though it was pretty clear to everyone in the Avengers, Steve was the romantic one in the relationship. But eventually (after many google searches) you managed to end up with the perfect plan, something special that’d make him fall in love with you all over again, then something to get him in the mood, and then the bedroom.

You organised the bedroom before you left, scattering rose petals all over the bed. You were going to leave a bottle of wine in an ice bucket beside the bed so that Steve could have some liquid courage if he needed it, but then you realised that it’d be quite silly considering he couldn’t actually get drunk. The only part left to do in the bedroom was you, and damn did you look do-able, you were underwear which the internet had said was once in style around the world war two, so hopefully Steve would appreciate that as well.

The date out and the way you got him in the mood wasn’t so simple, you took him to the small café where you and Steve first went on a date, they served some really nice food and on the menu they recommended different hot drinks to go with each meal. The only problem was getting him in the mood, there wasn’t much you could do other than act sexual towards him. This was performed through slight touches every now and again; you even played footsie with him under the table which seemed to be a new experience for Steve.

In no time you had returned back to the Avengers tower, normally after a date Steve would kiss you at your bedroom door and leave, but this time you wanted him to actually get in your bedroom so you kept your hand around him and pulled him into the darkly lit bedroom which JARVIS had given instructions to prepare before you arrived, setting the mood of the room perfectly with a mix of red and white lights.

“Y/N…” He mumbled, “What is this?”

You walked over to the bed and with slow movements, began to strip off each item of clothing until you were left standing in your underwear. His mouth made a satisfying gasp while his eyes bulged at the sight of you. His reaction gave you even more confidence and you couldn’t help the smirk that formed on your lips, “surprise.” The nerves in your voice were clear, but you tried to hide that, hearing that you were feeling nervous probably wouldn’t inspire credence in him.

“I-I should do.” This response made your smile drop, but he didn’t actually leave which made you bold enough to step closer and grab a hold of his face, guiding his eyes to look at your face. Which you didn’t really need to do, after a second of seeing you in your underwear he became determined to stare at your face and only your face.

Now closer, you realised just how red he’d became, but you weren’t sure if he was actually blushing or if it were just the red lights. “Steve, you don’t need to be polite and composed, I want this.” The conviction in your voice even surprised you.

His own hand rose into his hair and began to tug at strands, something which you were hoping to be doing very soon. “Y/N, I can’t.”

You stepped back, shaking your head before face palming. “Oh my god,” you mumbled suddenly feeling stupid, you shouldn’t have pushed him, you shouldn’t have listened to Natasha; like she’d know about Steve’s sex life. “I’m so stupid,” you unashamedly fell down onto the bed, lying on your stomach, “please, just leave me to wallow in my self-pity.” You cried, not really sure if he understood what you were saying considering that your mouth was against the blanket.

A few moments passed before you felt the bed go down slightly beside you, letting you know that Steve was now lying down on it. His hand touched your bare skin, and you just wished that he could understand how much your skin would burn underneath his touch, how palpable the sexual tension would become whenever he was around you. Maybe he did, maybe he was about to break up with you because he did realise.

“Y/N, I- I really want to.” You looked up at his words, finding him shying away from you. He removed his hands once you’d turned to face him. He looked down at his crotched, “"you’re- you are- I mean- what I’m trying to say is that this is definitely affecting me, what you’re wearing is just… wow.“

You sat up, “then why don’t you want to do… anything?” The word sex had suddenly become a taboo, you felt like saying it might make him run off.

He didn’t say anything at first, it took you moving closer and giving his hand a comforting squeeze for him to open his mouth. “I’m a virgin.” He whispered his words, they were barely audible, if you hadn’t had moved closer you doubt that you’d have been able to hear what he’d said.

The gasp that came from your lips was accidental, but you were really, genuinely, surprised. With the body he had, you’d always just assumed he’d had ladies chasing after him back in the day, even more so because he was such a gentlemen. “I don’t care,” you said just as quietly as he had. “I don’t care,” you repeated the words louder this time, “I still want you, we don’t have to do it now if you don’t want to. But I just want you to know, virgin or not, I still want all of you.”

Finally Steve turned his head towards you, eyes shining as your words seemed to affect him. He launched himself onto his knees so he could tower over you, he grasped your head and kissed you. He was a good kisser. You liked the way he’d take control with kissing, he was so confident with his mouth. You took this as a sign that he wanted to move forward with the night you planned and so you tugged down on his shirt, only making him recoil.

“Wait,” his words came out breathless, not that you were thinking about that. You were thinking about how god damn crushed you were by the sexual tension, and how disappointed you felt when he detached his lips from yours. “I don’t know if I can do it yet.”

“Why?” You asked, attaching your lips back to his, he responded for only a moment before parting again, feeling just as drawn to you as you were to him.

“I don’t- ” he took a moment for himself, trying to sort out his head which was becoming clouded. “I’m inexperienced, I don’t want to disappoint you.”

You shook your head at him, “do you want me to tell you what I like?” The sexual side of you had come out to play and nothing but a bucket of really cold water would be able to stop it now, “or perhaps I could show you.”

Your lips attached to his neck and began to suck, “I like this,” you mumbled, your hot breath doing things to him that were becoming more and more noticeable. You tried once more to take his shirt off and this time he allowed it, just from kissing his neck you had him in the palm of your hand. Said hand, travelled down his abs, appreciating each Adonis-like part of him. “And I like this,” you proceeded to dot little kisses across his chest, your hand moving further and further down. His breathing was becoming heavier, this whole thing so very satisfying for both you and him.

This was it, the moment where you’d either be turned away or accepted, you wouldn’t mind either way, but you knew which one you’d prefer. “And I especially like it, when I’m touched down here.” Almost expert-like, you unzipped his pants and wrapped your hand around him. His mouth dropped open and an involuntary groan escaped from him, the sound that came out of him almost made you audibly moan but you managed to keep that in.

His eyes closed as you began to move your hand up and down; abruptly he grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand from his length. You were suddenly vulnerable, staring at him and waiting expectantly for him to tell you it was time for bed. He didn’t do this though.

Instead he pushed you down on to the bed, taking control. “I think I could probably do those things for you,” his eyes shined with mischief as he performed everything you’d just done. And more.

Of The Night: 12

Of The Night: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11,

I can’t find part 9 ugh can anyone find the link and message it to me?? Okay so since i want to end this on the 13th part there will be one more part :)

this is the first thing i’ve written in a while so I hope it’s not disappointing!

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Your eyes widened as you started up at Jimin, his eyes shining with excitement and panic. You didn’t know what to say, yes you loved him but you didn’t know if you were ready for what admitting it meant. You bit your lip, your head filled with Jimin and Kai and you weren’t sure which you loved more at this point. You felt like you were betraying Kai, his memory in a way, you’d spent so long avoiding any thought about him but you felt… guilty at Jimin’s confession? You felt like you didn’t deserve his feelings, he was here and ready to make you his and suddenly all you could think about was Kai. You missed him more in this moment than ever and you could see the hurt wash over Jimin’s face as he realised this.

“Y/N,” he whispered, “You do love me,”

“Don’t,” your voice broke, “I don’t know,”

You pulled your fingers from his, pushing off the wall and moving to stand in the middle of your room with your back to Jimin. You could feel the familiar sense of dread swirl in your stomach, why were you suddenly so uncertain? Up until now you were all about Jimin, you wanted him so why weren’t you sure now that he wanted you back? The feeling pooled in your stomach; an unwanted yet everpresent sensation of nerves that had you confused and sad for a reason you couldn’t comprehend.

“I understand,” he said softly, resting a hand on your shoulder, “you just lost someone you loved,”

“No,” you shook your head. How could he be so understanding when you were jerking him around so much? He should just move on, that would be the best thing for him.

“I love you,” Jimin whispered, cupping your face and running his thumb across your cheekbone, “but I’ll wait until you’re ready,”

You felt your eyes sting as you heard Jimin leave your room.

“I’ll give you some space,” he said, the tears streaming down your face as the door closed with a final thud and it hit you.

You weren’t ready to let go just yet.

//

Two weeks. That’s how long it had been since you’d even caught a glimpse of Jimin on campus but you couldn’t help but feel relieved. You hated yourself, the shitty feeling in your stomach haunting you with each step you took away from Jimin. You wanted him back, in every way, you wanted him to be yours but you didn’t feel like it’d be right to love him while Kai still drifted through your thoughts.

You headed up the stairs to your dorm, your feet dragging at the thought of returning to your empty room, but you froze as you noticed someone leaning against your door. Your heart began to race, you contemplated turning around, and leaving before he noticed but this was Jimin, he could probably feel your shitty emotions coming from a mile away. He looked up at you and you nodded, your hands shaking a little as you moved to unlock your door. Jimin followed you in without a word, keeping his soft gaze on you as you moved about your room, dumping your books on your desk, taking off your shoes, your jacket. You tried to keep yourself moving to avoid having to talk to him or look at him because you didn’t know how you’d react, what you’d say. You felt weak, emotionally exhausted.

“Y/N,” he breathed, reaching out to grab your wrist, “Can you stop for a minute, please,”

You flinched at his voice, low and soft and it sent shivers down your spine. You shook your head, raking your nails through your hair.

“Nope,” you sighed, spinning around and brushing past him to leave, “I’ve got to go to class,”

“Bullshit,” Jimin growled, harshly jerking you back around to face him, pinning you against your door. His eyes bore into yours and you focused on his full lips, frowning down at you. The two of you remained silent, the tension in the air palpable as his grip on you softened. His hands trailed lightly over your arms until his fingers laced with yours. You didn’t know what to do, what to say, your mind was empty for the first time in too long.

“I love you,” Jimin said, his mouth twisting up into a small smile. You bit your lip, attempting to hide the fuzzy feeling that pooled in your stomach and the smile that pulled at the corner of your mouth.

“I love you,” he repeated dipping in to kiss your forehead, “I miss you,”

Jimin rested his chin on the top of your head as you sighed, giving up and leaning into his chest. You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips. That feeling people got when they free fell, the excited kind of nervous,  that is how you felt. You couldn’t explain it, but it felt like your stomach wouldn’t settle and your heart felt like it was going to burst through your chest.

Jimin chuckled above you and suddenly you remembered, he was feeling everything you felt right now and you hastily pushed him away. Jimin laughed at your flushed expression, his eyes scrunched up in the cutest way as he grinned at you.

“Go away,” you mumbled, taking a step backwards and stumbling over one of your shoes.

“I don’t think you want me to leave,” Jimin teased, taking your hand and pulling you to sit down on your bed.

“Yeah I do,” you mumbled, covering your face and flopping down onto your pillows. You were silent as you laid on your bed, waiting for Jimin to say something or do something but nothing came, so you peaked at him through your fingers. He was staring down at you, his gaze soft, loving as he ran a hand through his bronze coloured hair.

“What?” you asked.

“Are you okay?” he asked, suddenly very hesitant. You paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath before you grabbed his wrist, tugging him down onto the bed with you.

“No,” you whispered as he hovered above you wrapping your arms around his neck “But that’s okay,”

“Is it?” Jimin questioned, resting his forehead on yours.

“Yes,” you breathed, “I’m not going to forget him but that doesn’t mean I can’t love you, too. I see that now,”

“Finally,” he sighed, letting his full weight rest on you as he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was slow, sweet and you wrapped your legs around his waist to hold him to you as close as you possibly could.  Jimin pulled back a little, dragging his teeth over your chin and down your neck as he untied your legs from his waist.

“Don’t leave,” you whispered, arching up into him and his gaze met yours. His eyes flashed with a dangerous glint and you felt your heart race in your chest, de ja vu from your first night with him flooding through you.

“I’m not going to leave,” he whispered back, sitting back on his knees and flattening his hands against your stomach. Jimin pushed your shirt up your torso and over your head, throwing it somewhere across your room. You breathed heavily as Jimin grazed his teeth back over your neck, licking his way down your chest and through the valley of your breasts.

“I’m going to have some fun with you,” he said darkly, his tongue circling your belly button, “I really missed you, Y/N,”

You arched your back as he pressed a finger to your clothed clit, moving it in slow circles as he looked up at you with lust clouded eyes. You raked your hands through your hair, your mouth hanging open as the ugliest moan escaped your throat, but you didn’t care. You’d forgotten how intense Jimin was, how much better he was than anyone else. You could feel his tongue on your skin, his rough hands moving against your clothed heat and it was driving you insane.

“Shit,” Jimin growled, sliding back up your body to harshly bite at your neck, “If you think about me like that I won’t be able to hold myself back for very long,”

“So don’t,” You gasped as he slid your underwear to the side, shoving two fingers into you right away. You screamed his name as his teeth sank into your skin. His tongue moved against the wound, lapping up the flowing blood and your mind went hazy as you lost yourself in the feeling of him.

“Fuck me,” you breathed and Jimin pulled his fingers from your core, much to your disappointment.

“No,” he said defiantly, pulling back to smirk at you as he sat back on his heels. Jimin grinned at your flushed cheeks, laughing at your attempts for more friction. Jimin stared down at you, his eyes grazing over your naked skin and you fidgeted under his smug expression.

“Shit,” you moaned as he slid his hand over your thigh, “hurry up,”

Jimin shook his head, taking his hands off you and pulling his shirt over his head. You watched him impatiently, the heat building between your legs at the sight of his toned chest. You wanted him hovering over you, his teeth on your neck, his lips on your skin, you needed him.  A low growl sounded as Jimin moved to stand at the foot of your bed, hastily discarding his pants. A mischievous thought popped into your head, and you bit your lip, keeping eye contact with him as you slid your hands down your stomach to slowly roll your finger over your clit.

“Jimin,” you moaned lowly, gradually picking up the pace until your back was arching off the bed and your release was pooling in your stomach, “oh my god,”

Jimin moved to kneel on the bed, sitting back on his knees as he pumped his hard length. He growled every now and then at your movements, your feelings. He watched you, eyes dark, assessing each way you moved, every sound you made. Jimin stopped his movements, sliding his hands over the insides of your thighs, pushing them up as he licked a long, swift line over your dripping slit. You screamed his name, moving your fingers faster against your clit as Jimin slid his tongue into your entrance.

The moans were falling from your lips over and over as the wet muscle moved inside of you. Your muscles tensed, your orgasm hitting you hard as it rolled through your stomach. you removed your finger from your clit, raking your nails through your hair as you panted. Jimin chuckled, flattening his tongue against your core one last time for sitting back up to look at you.

“We’re not done just yet,” he whispered, leaning in to press his lips to yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. You caught your breath as Jimin leapt up from your bed and you watched him with curious eyes. You were exhausted, but the heat returned to your core as you watched him rifle through your draws of clothes.

“What are you-” your eyes widened as you realised what he was looking for just as he turned around, holding the small purple vibrator up to you as he smirked. You were embarrassed, your face flooding with heat as he smiled knowingly at you. You flopped down onto your bed, covering your face with your hands.

“Y/N,” Jimin said softly, sitting back in front of you on the bed, “stop hiding,”

You stayed silent, trying your best to ignore the incredibly hot vampire currently holding your vibrator. Jimin chuckled above you and you felt his weight shift on the bed before his hands were on your sides. He slid his hands up your hips, your back, and over your breasts. You felt him lean over you once again and you jumped in surprise as his tongue ran over the cut on your shoulder.

“You never need to be embarrassed around me,” he whispered in your ear, raising goose bumps over your arms, “Because I’m the only one who gets to see you like this,”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the stupidest smile that formed on your lips. Jimin sighed heavily, swiftly pulling you down by your hips before sliding his arms underneath your back and lifting you to sit on his lap. You couldn’t hold it in, you laughed, wrapping your arms around Jimin’s neck.

“No one else,” you laughed, smiling down at Jimin.

“No one else,” he whispered, leaning in to latch on your neck once again, gripping your hips and positioning your entrance over his length. You threw your head back, sinking down on Jimin’s cock as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your chest flush against his. He placed small, chaste kisses over the expanse of your neck, your clavicle, before swiping his tongue once more over the wound on your neck.

“I missed you,” his hot breath fanned over you neck as he spoke, “I missed this,”

You grunted in agreement, rolling your hips against Jimin’s as he pulled his arms from your waist. One hand went to squeeze your ass, guiding your movement on his length while the other dropped to his side. Your mouth hung open, your slow movements allowing you to feel every movement of Jimin’s length inside of you. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you began to speed up, bouncing on his lap. You gasped as you felt something nudge you and you glanced down to see Jimin staring up at you with hungry eyes, holding the tip of your vibrator to your clit. You opened your mouth to say something when he turned on the device to the highest setting, causing you to scream Jimin’s name.

Your hips stilled as he moved the vibrator in slow, smooth circles on your sensitive clit as you rested your forehead on his shoulder. Jimin moaned as your walls tightened around his length, your hips bucking as the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach intensified. Jimin moved his hips, hinting at you to start moving again, so you rolled your hips enjoying the way he groaned and grazed his teeth over your shoulder.

You could feel your body flinch and jump every time the vibrator moved directly over your clit, abusing the over sensitive bundle of nerves. Jimin watched you with dark, hungry eyes as you raised and lowered yourself, frantically bouncing on his thick length. You panted, unable to hold in the string of cuss words and Jimin’s name as your climax was coming to its peak.

“Jimin!” you screamed as you rolled your hips against his, crashing your lips to his in a messy kiss as he held the very tip of the vibrator flush against your core, sending shocks of immense pleasure through your overstimulated body. Your walls clenched tightly over Jimin’s cock, and he pulled back from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours, breathing heavily as he came deep inside of you.

“Fuck,” you breathed, continuing to move your hips as your orgasm thundered through you, and you had to catch yourself from falling backwards on your bed as your head swirled.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked in concern, lifting you off his lap and laying you gently on the bed. He shut off the vibrator, leaving it at the end of the bed as he curled up behind you, “was that too much?”

“Nah,” you panted, your eyes falling shut as Jimin chuckled behind you.

Originally posted by mint-ee

Just a Friend; Part 2

Summary: The reader harbours deep feelings for Dean she knows he probably won’t reciprocate, although his mixed signals keep on telling her otherwise.

Character: Dean x Reader
Reader Gender: female
Word Count: 2221-ish
Warnings: Language, angst, mentions of alcohol use.

A/N: So finally here it is, part two :) I hope I can live up to the hype of part one (doubt it) and there will be a part three after this one to conclude the story. I looove feedback, so please let me know what you think!

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Runaway, Chapter 1

First part of my foster kid Keith AU. Posted on AO3 here. All chapters will be tagged Runaway for easy navigation


When Keith didn’t show up for school on Monday, nobody gave it a second thought. The table wasn’t any quieter, his absence wasn’t catastrophic—Keith didn’t talk enough to be missed in conversation, and a passive comment from Hunk about their friend probably being sick was all they needed to settle the debate. Keith missing a day of class was nothing out of the ordinary. 

When Thursday rolled around and the fourth chair remained empty at their lunch table and all of their text messages were going ignored, however, they began to wonder. Even Lance had been expecting, hoping to see the dark hair and red jacket that was Keith’s trademark look.

When he really began to think about it, their table felt strangely empty with the absence of Keith’s presence. Lance hated to admit it, but even quiet and brooding, Keith was an essential part of their group, and without him, things just felt wrong.

It was the tail end of their junior year, and with only a few weeks until their summer break began, things were looking up. AP tests had just come to a close, Pidge had won first place in their robotics competition, Hunk had been invited to be the student aide in Culinary for the coming year, and Lance’s season of baseball had just come to a close including a regional game.

The tension was palpable at their table as the three friends sat in silence, Pidge scribbling in their notebook, Hunk eating, and Lance pushing food from one side of his tray to the other. The air was heavy and awkward, filled with unspoken questions, and Lance set down his fork with an audible sigh.

To Lance, the entire situation was getting frustrating. All of this fuss just because Keith had missed a few days of school? It was beginning to tug at his nerves. It wasn’t like he was dead. It just pissed off Lance that he’d been ignoring them all the entire time. If Keith knew Hunk and Pidge would worry, why would he continue to stay silent? It was all a big mess, and the longer it went on, the angrier Lance was getting. He really, really wanted Keith to show back up, if only so he could punch him in the face.

“This is getting ridiculous.” Pidge said suddenly, dropping their notebook on the table with a dull thud. “Are we going to talk about this or not? Keith disappeared, nobody knows where he is or why-" 

"Keith is fine.” Lance cut Pidge off, immediately, shoving his untouched tray away in favor if kicking his feet up on the table, tapping his fingers impatiently on his crossed arms. “If something was so wrong, we would’ve heard about it already.” Lance glared up at the ceiling, fidgety and frustrated. “He didn’t disappear, he just stopped coming to class. He’s probably just in one of his moods.”

“You mean depressive episodes, Lance? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Pidge asked, their glare just as intense. “Shiro said-" 

"Yeah, I know what Shiro said.” Lance snapped. “But we’d know by now. Someone would have told us. He’s just being an asshole and playing hooky and ignoring everyone.” Looking even more defensive than he had before, Lance’s shoulders were hitched up to his ears,

“I mean, we might have heard, but-” Hunk began to speak, trying his best to keep his friends anger at bay, but he couldn’t help but look relieved when Pidge took over for him.

“But it isn’t like he talks to his family about us.” Pidge finished, adjusting their glasses and crossing their arms as they sunk back in their chair. “Can you honestly imagine Keith telling his parents about us? They wouldn’t know who to tell if something happened.” They grumbled, glaring at the table. 

“Look, it hasn’t even been a week. He’ll probably show up on Monday and pretend like nothing happened. I’m not about to waste my time worrying about it, that’s just letting him win." 

“This isn’t some kind of game, Lance-” Pidge accused, the irritation plain on their face. “You need to grow up, this is more than just your petty issues!”

"Lance, you know that isn’t how he is.” Hunk countered, frowning. “If you think he’s doing this to get under your skin, you’re denser than I thought. We’re worried about him, man, we just want to know he’s okay." 

"Can we just drop it?” Lance asked, pushing his feet off of the table and standing, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. “He’s fucking fine, he’s just being an asshole, like always, and he’ll be back soon. Even if something was wrong, it’s not like we could do anything about it." 

"We could call Shiro.” Pidge interjected, narrowing his eyes when Lance shot him a glare. “Don’t give me that look. If anybody knows anything, it’s him." 

"Yeah, well—” after a long pause, Lance ran an antsy hand up and through his hair. His eyes met Pidge’s for half a second, and he immediately broke the contact, glaring at the floor. “If he doesn’t show tomorrow, I’ll call Shiro, okay? Forget about it, I’m going to class, I’ll see you guys later.” Without any other warning, he grabbed his untouched tray from the table and dumped it in the trash, stalking out of the cafeteria with his hands shoved into his pockets.

Pidge mumbled something that sounded like an insult under their breath, glaring as their friend walked off. 

“He’s worried too.” Hunk said, giving Pidge a sympathetic look. “Cut him some slack. You know how he gets." 

"Still not an excuse for being an asshole. This whole ‘in denial’ thing Lance has going on needs to stop. He needs to get over himself and deal with his damn emotions. Something is up, Keith wouldn’t just disappear and ignore everyone if something wasn’t up. I know he can be sort of… Distant, but-" 

"We’re still his friends.” Hunk agreed, nodding. “I know, it’s not like him. We’ll get to the bottom of it.” Heaving a tired sigh, Hunk pressed a hand to his temples. “For now, though, Calculus. See you after class, Pidge.”

~~~~~

Lance met Keith the summer after his freshman year.

Just a couple of years prior, Lance had befriended Shiro, a friendly tutor at his middle school, and what started out as a childish crush had turned into some strange, brotherly relationship that Lance wouldn’t trade for anything. After that, Shiro had met Pidge and Hunk (who Lance had known since Kindergarten) and the four of them had grown close.

It was the Saturday after school had ended, and Lance had ridden his bike to Shiro’s house for movie night. Dropping his bike on the ground out front, he knocked briefly on the door before walking right in, something he’d practiced since they’d become friends. He was only somewhat taken aback by the foreign face sitting incredibly close to Shiro, their dark eyes, one rimmed in a dark, yellowing bruise, flickering up to meet Lance’s gaze before quickly moving back to watching whatever was on the television.

Shiro perked up, smiling at Lance before standing up and making his way over to his friend. “This is Keith, a friend of mine from when we were kids. He’s going to be a sophomore, and he’s transferring to your school this coming year. He’s staying with me for a couple of weeks until his parents get their new place sorted out.” He said, in means of explanation. “I wanted to introduce you all so that he would have some familiar faces when the summer ends.”

Nodding, Lance flashed Shiro a quick smile. “Cool, cool. Hunk and Pidge won’t be here for another half hour or so.” He said simply, kicking off his shoes and going to drop down on the opposite end of the couch.

After a moment’s hesitation, Lance stuck a hand out, Keith glancing at him like he was from another planet. “I’m Lance, it’s nice to meet you.”

Finally, the boy moved to take his hand, shaking halfheartedly. “Keith. My, ah–My family is moving here from Washington. Shiro and I met when we were kids.” Despite his words, Keith’s gaze was far away, and from this close, it wasn’t hard for Lance to notice the various bruises, especially the dark circle around his left eye, and the still healing split in his lip.

When Lance came to realize that Keith was probably nervous, he whistled low and long, doing his best to relieve the tension. “Washington, wow. No wonder you’re so pale.” He cracked a smile. “That’s a long way away. What brought you to Pennsylvania?”

“Just needed a change of pace.” Keith said. The answer was vague enough that Lance immediately knew he didn’t want to talk about it, and he wasn’t about to push. Not when the kid guarded himself like a wounded animal.  

“Fair enough. Well, it’s nice to meet you. Pidge and Hunk will be here later, but they’re both pretty chill. Hopefully it’ll be the change of pace you need.”

After that, Keith was around a lot. He didn’t seem thrilled about it at first–Shiro was often the one instigating events, and it seemed like the leather jacket clad teen was always near him. In another lifetime, they could have been related, with the sharp features and dark hair. Shiro’s explanation never went further than “We used to live near each other,” and Keith barely spoke to anyone, so after a while, they just got used to it.

Keith opened up eventually, and the rest of the group took him in. Pidge liked his quiet study company, Hunk liked his bad attempts at jokes, and Lance–well, Lance liked just him. He didn’t know why. Keith could be insufferable, rude, standoffish and frustrating, but Lance knew he’d been dealt a crummy card, and his defensiveness could be attributed to several supposedly shitty situations. Keith had become a constant in his life, one that left him feeling stupidly empty when he wasn’t there.

~~~~~

Lance wasn’t sure what made him madder. The fact that Keith had disappeared without a word, or the fact that he was so bothered by it.

Going to class was practically useless, and by the end of the day, his notebook had only dates and times, the writing section completely empty. He’d spent the entirety of his classes in thought, trying to come to terms with exactly what he was feeling. How was he supposed to focus in class when there was so much going on?

Eventually, he came to the conclusion that he had no idea what he was feeling. He had no idea, and his emotions were too out of check to figure it out. 

Thank god the crack of the bat making contact with the baseball was loud enough to drown out his inner turmoil. 

It was overly warm outside, humid with the beginnings of summer, and sunny. He hadn’t bothered changing into his uniform or anything, but he was beginning to regret it. He could feel the sweat slide down his back, and his jeans made his movements awkward and restricted. 

Mumbling a curse under his breath, he tugged his damp shirt away from his skin, wrinkling his nose. Adjusting his grip on the bat, he wiped his palm on his jeans, gripping the handle as the batting machine whirred back to life with another shot. 

The ball whizzed forward and Lance pulled back, hitting the ball at such an awkward stance that it left his shoulder aching. Groaning audibly, Lance threw his bat into the dirt, rolling his shoulder. “This is so stupid!” He shouted, kicking his bat away and stepping to the side just as another baseball whirred past and slammed into the cage with a dull thud. 

Turning around, Lance ran his hands up and though his hair, gripping hard and pulling. What the hell was wrong with him? It’d only been a few days, Keith was probably fine, and yet- 

Depressive episodes.

Stupid Pidge making him stupidly paranoid. Keith was probably fine.

Resting his hands, he took a slow, deep breath and walked over to the machine, turning it off before he could get rammed with another baseball. 

Dropping to the dirt, Lance put his head between his knees and exhaled slowly. It was way too hot, there was too much going on, and now even baseball wasn’t helping. 

Glancing over to his backpack, he gave a long, tired sigh. His shoulder was sore in a way that he knew would leave him feeling sore in the morning, and he was somewhat relieved that he no longer had to worry about injuries for the season.

Dragging his backpack over, he unzipped the front pocket and pulled out his phone, opening it up and scrolling through his messages. One from his mom, a couple of notifications, and a simple ‘You okay, man?’ from Hunk. Lance felt his heart sink when he realized that none of them were from Keith. Without meaning to, his finger strayed to their text conversation, clicking on it involuntarily and scrolling up. There were a handful of messages from his side, all spread across the past few days. The most recent message, which was dated from that morning, was the final message in the line of blue.  

‘It isn’t fucking funny. Pidge and Hunk are freaking out. Get your shit together and get back here.’

Exhaling slowly, he glanced at Keith’s last message, dated for a week ago, a simple goodnight text that made his heart spike with anxiety.

‘Go to bed, Lance. See you tomorrow.’

Stomach turning, Lance shit off his phone and shoved it to the side, his eyes stinging. Why would Keith say he’d see him tomorrow if he’d been planning on skipping? Or if he’d been feeling sick? Keith was planning to go to school, so why hadn’t he ever showed up?

Head snapping up, Lance registered the noise of someone new coming to the batting cages, and suddenly he resigned himself to moping somewhere else. Casting a glare toward the person waiting at the entrance, Lance stood quickly. He gathered his things, dragging his sweat dampened shirt away from his back and slinging his bag over his shoulder. Pushing past the person waiting, a teammate he could barely tolerate, Lance stalked his way out toward the parking lot.

Lance shoved his phone in his pocket, though not before lingering over Shiro’s contact information. Tomorrow. If nothing happened by tomorrow, he’d call Shiro. 

If anything, he wasn’t about to give Pidge the satisfaction.