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Paul Lahote x Male!FTM! Reader

Tw: Cursing, MDNI/Smut, Scarring on body (Top surgery scars that botched), insecure Reader (if you squint), Reader isn't fully transitioned, anal, mentions of stuff in the front

You have been wracking Paul's damn brain since he met you last week. He can't even function if you're around, he just has to watch you like a lost puppy, and you haven't even noticed! Sadly for him, the pack has and they don't ever hold back.

Yesterday, Paul had managed to score a date-not-date with you, camling on the beach. Paul could barely breathe when he saw you in a tight black tank top and swimshorts to match it. You were...beautiful. He's seen photos of you as a woman, and dammit he'd have you either way. Man. Woman. They. He didn't care. He could spend all day watching you, admiring you...fucking you. Dammit.

You were desperately oblivious to his looks, or at least if you did notice, you brushed them off. You and that damn half sided smile you'd send him occasionally. The fire was warm, the tent was at the side, a little closer to the woods, so yall weren't as bare to the wind and slashing sand.

"Well, I'm bored, Wolf boy. You said you'd keep me entertained." You teased, smiling and those pretty damn eyes batting at him. What he wouldn't do to make them roll back. "You wanna swim then?" He offered, voice gruff with emotions, the main being pure desire. He watched as you got up, stretching, bones popping in a few places "Well just don't stare too hard." You smirked as you slid your tank top off, you barely or never shown anyone your chest. By god he was in love. Your scarring was a soft pink to tan skin, obvious to see it was bumpy and ragged. Paul wanted to kiss and bite every part till you were saying you were pretty.

"No staring. Got it." He mumbled, watching as you went off to the water. Paul's heart raced as you called out to him, your voice both teasing and inviting. He hesitated for a moment, torn between his desire to be closer to you and his need to maintain control. But the sight of you in the water, your scars shimmering in the moonlight, was too much to resist. With a strangled breath, he stood up and walked towards the water, his gaze still fixed on you. The water was cold, but he barely felt it when he stood beside you.

"You're beautiful, ya know?" He asked gently, and when you didn't respond, he kept going, "Scars, transition, every damn thing about you. You're perfect to me."

He didn't miss how your face flushed as you mumbled a quick, "You think so? Their not...ugly?" He shook his head no, reaching out a hand, his fingers gently grazing the scars on your chest, tracing their outlines with a feather-light touch. "These scars don't change how I see you," he said softly, his eyes locked on yours. "They just make you even more beautiful. And even more mine."

Within moments, you two were on the sand, the tent be dammed, as yall made out hungrily. He broke the kiss, trailing to your chest to kiss the botched scars and then lower. "W-wait.." You mumbled, and he stopped he'd always stop. "I don't..I'm not fully transitioned." You admitted, but he didn't care. Not one damn bit. "So? I can do either. Front or back. You're mine, nothings changing that."

His words were full of love and reassurance so you nodded and he continued. Taking your shorts and then boxers off. He nearly fucking drooled at you. Trimmed but clean, he couldn't help but swipe his tounge at your Tcock, which had you squirming. "Tell me if I need to ever stop." You heard his words but the intense pleasure that hit knocked your response away as he sucked your tcock and slid two fingers into your cunt to please you. You were coming in minutes of it, he kissed your cunt and pulled off. "Front or back, my sweet boy. What's more comfortable?"

You were too stimulated to even answer, only managing a soft moan as you turned, arching your back to present yourself. "Fuckin hell, sweetheart." Paul groaned as he wet his own hard cock that was leaking, one hand went to the base of his cock, the other to your Tcock to stroke at it while he slid in. He knew he was a big boy, a cock at 7 inches and just as thick wasn't the best for first date anal sex, but he'd get you there.

The both of you were desperate and content to jist keep fucking on the beach, but it got way too cold to quick. So now, in the tent, flap open, he was back to rutting his cock into your ass as he jerked off yours, occasionally dipping his fingers into your cunt just so it wasn't neglected.

"Close. Fuck, Paul, I'm gonna come." You whimpered out, drooling into one of his pillows he had brought. "Me too, fuck, come for me, love." He panted as he kept going, feeling the knot in his gut getting unbearably tight. As soon as you came, tightening around him, he jerked and spilled into you. He rolled his hips a few more times to ride the highs out before he pulled out, watching with content as some of his cum leaked out of your tight ass.

The two of you, too tired to get dressed jist simply cuddled naked, not bothering to close the flap due to the wolf heat between both of you and the stench of sex. Your head tucked into his chest, listening to his heart as you fell asleep.

Seth clearwater x Male!Vampire! Reader

Summary: Seth forgot yalls two year anniversary due to the hustle of Emily, Sam's wife, the birth of the twins. But thankfully he knows just how to make you melt for him 💕🥀

You weren't having a good day, whatsoever. Seth and your anniversary was two nights ago, yet he completely forgot. Sure, Emily went into labor that day, but you didn't even get a text! Besides that, as usual in Forks, it was raining, ew. Your job was hell, too many customers, and being understaffed wasn't for the weak. Sam was also refusing you from seeing the twins, but it was completely understandable. Fresh babies, Emily was still bleeding from labor, and well, you're a vampire.

You pulled into the driveway of Seth and your small cabin in the Rez, soft browns and dark greens greeted you along with the scent of dog and rain. Seth's old beat up red truck was in the garage, but there was no clue if he was home. You slid off your shoes by the other sets in the kitchen, slowly making your way to the bedroom, first you weren't paying any sort of attention till you heard his nervous heart beat. Turning you were greeted with a Seth that was only in a pair of boxers, your favorite ones matteroffactly, and on your nightstand was a small basket of things you could use.

"I know I forgot our anniversary, but-." He cut himself off with a huff when you walked away towards the bathroom. "Dammit baby. I'm sorry!" He groaned as he heard the door close. He'd have to try harder than that, wouldn't he?

When you got back into the room, there was a fresh cup of warm blood and a few treats you knew he put the blood pills in so you wouldn't get sick from the human food part. You sighed as he wrapped his arms around your delicate hips, "Let me make it up to you. How can i?"

You leaned back into him, before smirking, "Baby me." And he paused, "I do that anyways." He kissed at your neck, "No, no. Like give me princess treatment."

He huffed a small laugh at your words, "Yeah? That's what you want? Fine."

He sat you on the bed, grabbing your Noir body cream that Leah had gifted you religiously the last three years for Christmas. Seth and you had only dated for two, but you were a lot closer to the pack than the Cullens were, surprisingly. Mostly cause you actually had a human sense of humor and could take Paul's moodswings like it was nothing.

He went to work, babying you as you had called it. Rubbing your legs, thighs, and then your hips. His lips grazed your skin as he worked his way up. You'd sigh here and there cause even though you didn't feel much, your work would somehow manage to wear you out. "Work was terrible, wasn't it?" He asked between soft kisses at your thighs, you grunted a soft yes, leaning back into bed as he made it to your sides.

You let out a breathless sigh as his tounge traced your v-lines, he smirks before biting at the sensitive skin under your naval. "Seth, don't tease." You grunted, and since he was working to get back in your good graces, he stopped before making you turn over to lay on your stomach. You whined in soft pain as he massaged the back of your thighs, those were always the worst! As he made his way to your back, you could feel him settle right behind the curve of your ass. You grabbed a pillow to rest your head on, feeling his hard erection press into your ass every so often. It was an amazement as to what could get him hard, which was almost anything as long as it was you. Guessing that since you were butt ass naked in bed, his big hands massaging at you, it couldn't be helped that he was turned on.

Even after he had finished massaging you, he kept his groin pressed right into your ass, hand dipping under your left hip to try and find your own cock. "Need ya so bad, prince." He mumbled, nibbling at your shoulder. Prince, the nickname he'd give you only when he wanted to get his way, sneaky bastard.

You arched lightly and sighed as his warm, smooth hand wrapped around your hard cock. His thumb grazes your tip, and he let out a soft whine as he felt the precum leaking. Afterward, it didn't need words. You and Seth knew each other like worn-out books. He had you on your side, a leg hooked at his hip, back ti his chest as he fucked into you. One hand at your hip, the other at your throat. Sure, you didn't breathe, but the kink was hot enough. Besides, he could easily snap your neck if he wanted. Your own length wasn't neglected, no you had your delicate hand wrapped around it, stroking it in tune with his thrusts. He was already ass drunk, as he usually got. Letting out soft growls on how you're his mate and how good it feels to be inside you. You loved Seth, dearly, but damn his cock was perfect. Not overly big, a good 5 1/2 inches with just enough girth to stretch you out. You could remember the first time yall had sex, he was so embarrassed cause you had at least two inches more. But you snapped that shit in the bud quickly, you didn't need that stereotypical "Bigger guys are better" bullshit. You had your mate and that was that.

" 'M gonna come." You mumbled as your ass tightened around him, his thrusts had been sloppy the last five minutes. His own release was impending. "God, yes. Do it, baby." He panted before asking softly, "Bite me?"

Was it dangerous? Yes. Was it stupid to put yourselves in this predicament? Also yes, but Sethy loved to feel your fang sink into him without taking his blood, and you had learned to not have your venom release so it was easier. You grabbed his arm, kissing at the place you'd bite, grazing your fangs before sinking them into him. He whimpered in relief and slammed into you a few times before you felt his hot release fill you up. You pulled your mouth away, kissing the bite and the small blood dots as his other hand pumped your cock till it spilled itself all over the bed.

The both of you cleaned up before calling it a night. The rain was still going, and you cradled your sweet wolf boy while he slept. Oh what you'd do to never let this change.

WolfAlpha! Simon is pissy that he has to keep an eye over you for the summer while your parents are gone, but he doesn't complain verbally, at least.

BunnyOmegaM!User that hasn't had their first heat yet, just assumes the doctors are right and their a beta. Nothing could go wrong with a male alpha and beta...right?

WolfAlpha! Simon that spent weeks just ignoring your presence for absolutely no reason stops one night by your door, smelling a deep rich and sweet scent. Oh hell no, he wasn't about to have unplanned pregnancies under his roof. So when he opened the door, he definitely was shocked to see you, alone, and fully passed out in baby blue boxers and a tank top. Oh god, was that scent coming from you? You're a beta though..right?

BunnyOmegaM!User that woke up to your boxers being soaked in two places. Your ass and your crotch. First you had assumed, like any rationally person that you just had a really fucked up dream and came all over yourself while asleep. Seems accurate. So you go downstairs to find Simon making breakfast with tired eyes. You went to take a shower, making note thar you felt off as hell. Hot, flushed, and horny. Jesus you needed to get laid. You tried to jerk off in the shower, but even after coming and putting it down the drain you were still hard as a rock.

WolfAlpha! Simon who had pumped his cock till he came in a pair of your dirty boxers while he listened in on your jerking off in the shower was hitting his fucking limit. He hated you. Those stupid ass bunny ears, the baby tail, the big eyes you batted at him. God those big eyes looking at him while you deep throated his cock would be a good picture.

BunnyOmegaM! User waking up at three am to feeling a pressure over him and something hard and thick grinding into his ass. " 'tis alright. Just me, sweet little bunny." Simon's thick accent crawled with desire that made your back arch instinctively. "Whats going on? I feel so hot."

WolfAlpha! Simon let's it click into place that this would be your first heat. "It's your heat, bunny boy. Seems like you're a late bloomer omega. Nothing wrong with it." He reassured and groaned feeling your tail twitch against his cock tip that was leaking like God's tears.

BunnyOmegaM! User who was too needy, and frankly would never admit how they found Simon a hot dilf couldn't stop his soft pleas for help and the need to be filled. You sobbed as he did just that, bullying your pretty small ass with his cock that you could swear was making a stomach bulge.

WolfAlpha! Simon who was grunting and moaning praises about how tight and how good you felt around his cock for being just a dumb bunny in a wolf's den.

WolfAlpha! Simon watching as his knot started to swell and hit your asshole, watching as you whithered and begged for it without shame. He wasn't going too, knowing a knot could potentially mean pregnancy till you said the words

"Please daddy. Knot me. Breed me."

Who was he to deny a pretty rabbit boy that just wanted to get fucked? So he did. After a few thrusts he slammed his knot into you. Knowing he mightve ripped your hole a little but the ecstasy of feeling you take every drop of his come into your boy cunt pushed it away from his mind.

BunnyOmegaM! User crying and sobbing from the pain, but too fucked out to ask to stop or a break cause heats never cared for pain. Just breeding. Just pups.

BunnyOmegaM! User shuffling into Simon's office one day two months later to show him a pregnancy test that had a very bright positive on it. Don't be surprised when he fucks you again just so he has the ability to call you a good bunny and how you'll be such a good dad to his pups.

UGH I need some more Seth clearwater or Paul Lahote x M!Reader 😫 I've read just about all I can on here and I NEED MORE ‼️

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MDNI ‼️ Look at the Tags ♡

Asshole!Simon who hates your guts for no apprent reason

Asshole!Simon who totally doesn't watch you walk by or stare at your ass

Asshole!Simon who definitely hasn't taken a pair of your boxers to just fuck himself with when you're out on missions for weeks at a time. He totally imagines every damn position and place. Doggy, Missionary, The shower room, in the woods near base..you fucking name it.

Asshole!Simon who denies being in your damn room while you're gone cause he gets worried about you so the only thing that helps him sleep is being in your bunk.

Asshole!Simon who had to leave with the others for a solid month and totally made it everyone else's problem cause he couldn't be around you but god forbid Soap tells him to ask you out.

Asshole!Simon who gets sloppy drunk after that mission was a success and sends you several audios and videos of him pumping that thick cock and whimpering your name in that deep British accent...wait is that a piercing on the tip??

Asshole!Simon who begs you to come to his room so he can get cock drunk or make you cock drunk.

Asshole!Simon who tries to deny fucking you the next day, but his stutters and protectiveness gives his big ass away.

☆☆☆ Reqs open! ☆☆☆

Alpha!Soap who couldn't stand how often your first alpha was neglecting you so Ghost and him spoke the night before on how they wanted you...but would you want them?

Alpha!Ghost hearing from your shitty alpha that you were in heat. Alone. Bloody bastard.

Alpha!Soap who went into your room first, to help break your oh so stubborn walls down.

Alpha!Soap who pushed you down onto the bed so gently just to get you undressed and actually had to ask how the hell you weren't being taken care of from how damn good you looked.

Alpha!Ghost who ended up joining a little after due to wanting a shower first, letting you nuzzle your face into his boxers that had outlined his hard erection.

Alpha!Soap taking you in doggy so you had full ability to also touch, and eventually choke on Ghosts own cock.

Alpha!Ghost laughing as you swatted his hand away to hold his knot so you couldn't take all.

Alpha!Soap loving each minute on watching and fucking your sweet ass.

Both men going to brain malfunctions when your heat had you begging for their pups. To be oh so full of their babies.

Alpha!Ghost praising you, "Take his knot then, doll." "Be a good boy and you'll get filled with our pups. You'd be treated so well and made happy." "Taking his cock so well, little one."

Alpha!Soap panting like a bitch as he kept trying and failing to knot your pretty ass. "Damn luv, s'tight." "Relax f'me. I wanna knot my pretty baby."

Alpha!Soap mewling like a whore when his knot finally does lock into that pretty ass so he can full you up. You'd moan but your mouth was too busy sucking Ghosts thick cock.

Alpha!Ghost prying your mouth off so he could keep his cum all for your pretty boy womb.

Alpha!Ghost getting up to switch places with Soap, but this time, he wanted you on your back. So you had your head in Soaps lap as Ghost jerked your pretty little omega cock.

Alpha!Soap letting you suck on his fingers while Ghost stretched you out a little more with his own fingers so you could accommodate his big cock.

Alpha!Ghost pressing on your tummy bulge from how deep he was inside your boy cunt. He was blissed out from how tight you were, feeling your gummy walls sucking him in some more.

Alpha!Soap praising you and Ghost, "Look how well he takes you, luv." "Don't his cock feel so good inside you?" You swear you're seeing stars from having such two good alphas you can barely understand what's coming out your mouth besides begging for them to get you pregnant.

Alpha!Ghost knotting you to hell, which makes you moan loudly, but not caring if your old ex-alpha hears it. You'd definitely be getting pregnant for sure.

Both men laying with you in between with soft promises to never let you be unhappy again, and how they'll be the best partners and how you three would be great dad's.

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Mickey milkovich x M!Reader

◇Car sex

◇Mickey tops for once, reader rides him

◇Sex with plot?

Mickey did not want to be here at this shitty party his sister was throwing. He only came here cause you said you'd be here, and he might've also been feeling a hit possessive with the fact that you said Mandy was trying to find your ass a man.

You looked hot, and Ian teasing his ass wasn't helping. "Jesus, Mick. Keep staring and I won't be able to tell who's drooling. Your mouth or your dick." The remarks got Ian a harsh shove from Ian

"Oh fuck off, Gallagher."

Meanwhile, you were only here in an attempt to hope Mickey would finally be open about liking you. It's not like you didn't know. The staring, the fact that he was okay with you occasionally touching him where he'd hit or shove others off from it. His sister seen it, Ian seen it, and so did you. Unfortunately for Mick and his stubborn ass, refused too.

"Just go, dipshit." Ian shoved him a little. They might've been exes, but they were close. "Yeah..yeah.." Mickey sighed before actually getting the balls to go up to you.

You smiled as he finally stood beside you, "Hey, Cariño. Been waiting for you." Mickey's heart skipped a beat as you called him cariño again. Thats all you've ever called him, and you also refused to tell him what it meant. It was like a jolt of electricity shooting through him every time you used that term of endearment.

He cleared his throat, trying to keep a cool exterior. "Yeah? Been waiting for me?" He responded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah. I'm gay, but not gay enough to listen to your sister and her girls about matching panties." You remarked, which made both of you laughed. "Yeah, that doesn't sound fun at all." Mickey agreed. "You have much to drink?" Mick asked, trying to act nonchalant, but deep down he might be a rain drop of worried. "This is my first, and probably only." You smiled at him, and he nodded a flash of relief in his eyes.

"Tryna stay sober or some?" He only asked to keep this weak ass conversation going, so you obliged "More like I want to remember tonight and not hookup with a random person."

Mickey's smirk faltered for a moment as he heard your words. The idea of you going home with someone else was something he didn't want to think about, but he tried to keep his cool and not show any signs of jealousy. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "So you don't plan on hooking up with anyone tonight?"

You nodded, agreeing with his words. "I might live in the SouthSide, but I'm not the Southside." Which he didn't understand but wasn't going to ask. You also added, "Don't really like hookups, or flings. I just don't like it."

Which he was kinda surprised by. It was the SouthSide, if your friends hadn't all slept with the same person, it wasn't the southside. So what made you different? You were a pretty boy. Kept hair, decent clothes. "So if you don't hookup or one nights, what the fuck do you do?" Mickey asked. "Uh committed relationships." You laughed. "Oh." Was all he could manage to get out his mouth. He wasn't the type for relationships..nit committed ones...but maybe?

"Huh. Committed relationships?" He repeated after sipping his beer. You smiled, "Yeah, Cariño."

He groaned, "You're killing me with that god damn nickname." You smirked, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Mickey smirked, his face only inches away from yours. He was close enough to feel your breath on his face. His heart was pounding faster and faster with each passing second, and his mind was racing with thoughts of how badly he wanted to just kiss you right then and there. If you both ever had a moment that yall connected, it was now "Car?" You both ask at the same time and laughed.

Soon, you were dragging the sweet but asshole of a man out to your car in the street. "Nice ass, papí." You swatted one of his Jean covered asscheeks as he went into the back of your car first. "Don't call me that, dipshit." He groaned, already having his pants tight, and you calling him daddy in Spanish was not helping.

You huffed, going into your glove box for lube, cause dry anal hurt. We all know that. Once you got into the back of the car, both of yall were rushing to get at least pants and boxers off. You waisted no time to straddle his lap, and coat his strained cock in lube to take into you. You both moaned out, Mickeys hands gripping your hips to help you sink down better and yours at his shoulders. You rolled your hips, grunting at the pain and pleasure. Mickey was panting, being the typical ass of not making noise besides the soft puffs of hair or barely audible groans. Asshole.

You, thank god, found a good rhythm as you rode Mickeys cock, one of his hands wrapping around your throat which cause your eyes to roll back, "Oh papí. Your cock feels so damn good."

The compliment made his gently squeeze your throat, "Say it again. Keep saying it."

"Yes, papí." You whined, grinding your hips down before going back to bouncing. Your movements and repetition of calling him daddy in Spanish was getting his vocal aspect to come out, and damn did you relish in it. It was all too much, he was losing his god damn mind. Mickey was so unbelievably overwhelmed by you, all he wanted was more, more of you, more of this feeling. He couldn't form words anymore, all he could do was pant and moan, each curse word that escaped his lips was like a prayer.

He leaned forward, smashing his lips against yours, the kiss was desperate and rough, full of need. You were the only thing on his mind, you were the only thing he needed. You were his lifeline, the air he needed to breathe, the water he needed to stay alive. Without you, he was nothing. He was drowning, but the sweet embrace of you gave him the breath he needed to keep standing. You moaned against his lips, "Fuck, papí. I'm close."

"God...me too." He managed to gasp out, his hips bucking involuntarily to meet your movements. He was on the edge, hanging by a thread, but god he didn't want this to end. Unfortunately neither of you could warn eachother when your orgasms hit, yours going over his and your own shirt, his going deep into you. The sight of you, the sound of your moans, it drove him crazy, and he was completely lost in the moment. He was panting, trying to catch his breath, his body trembling as he came down from the high. He looked at you with a mixture of amazement and awe, still trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

Sadly, the sirens and lights if cop cars ended that bliss a little too fast.

"Fuck!" Both of you groaned.

Mickey milkovich x M!Reader

♤Public Sex

♤Mick bottoms as usual ♡

♤ Pretty sure this is sex with no plot. It's just smut 🤷

**Border by @kodaswrld, I did repost it as well ♡**

You two shouldn't be doing this. At all. But him rising your cock was too good, even if you didn't imagine fucking him for the first time to be in yalls school bathroom.

Whatever. YOLO...right? This all started cause Mick drug your ass into a stall, honestly you assumed he was gonna beat your ass to hell. God, were you wrong. You clamped your hand over his mouth as he did yours, not wanting to get caught by anyone, let alone get indecent exposure on yalls records. You moaned softly against his hand as his other one dug his nails into your clothed shoulder. Based on his eyes, he was fuckong loving what he was getting done.

But don't think cause he was riding, meant he was top, he was only like this cause you told him thar you wanted to watch his face as he deteriorated in pleasure from your cock bullying his ass. Each movement was pushing you both closer and closer to the edge, and Mickey couldn't hold back any longer. He let out a stifled moan, his hand pressing harder over your mouth, biting into your hand, trying to keep himself from making too much noise.

Mickey could feel the heat building between you two, the intensity of sensation was overwhelming, and he knew he was getting close. He dug his nails into your shoulders, silently urging you to keep going, to take him over the edge. Thankfully, you could read ques. You took your hand out his mouth and grabbed his other hip, helping to give him some relief from being the one to move so much. Which rewarded you with a unbridled moan from him, his hips starting to move jerky and you could see how close he was.

Mick gripped your shoulders, probably biting his tounge so he didn't moan out anymore than he has. "Fuckin hell...im close." He ground out.

Mickey was getting lost in the sensations, feeling himself approaching the edge. He couldn't hold back anymore; he needed to release the pressure that was building up inside him.

"I'm gonna..."

He couldn't even finish the sentence, the words were lost in a shuddering moan. He bit down on his lip, his grip on your shoulders tightening as the waves of pleasure overtook.

Gladly, his undoing was yours and you filled him with hot come. Thank god yall didn't care about the condoms, honestly you reveled in the idea of him walking around with your cum leaking out the rest of the day.

Both of yalls' hearts were still racing, and Mick felt like his chest was going to explode. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this way, this vulnerable, this weak, but it was you, making him feel this way.

Mickey looked down at you, still catching his breath, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in your features, your flushed cheeks, the sweat on your forehead, the way your eyes were slightly glazed over with pleasure. He'd never felt this way before, and...he wasn't sure if he'd ever want it to end.

You smiled up at him, "So uh...want to come over for dinner?", already knowing he'd go back to being a brat.

"Fuck you. I ain't some bitch to prance around." Mickey huffed and you laughed "I just did fuck you.", kissing his forehead yall got cleaned up and dressed.

"Whatever. See you at six." He grunted before leaving you in the bathroom.

Black Noir x Y/N

Silent!Noir besides a few pants and moans ofc

Needy!Noir, Morning Sex, You riding the sweet man, PinA, Not safe sex, creampie

Mornings like these barely occurred between the two of you, he always preferred at night since he didn't like you to see his face.

But the way he nearly begged you without words, last night's mission must've put him through a lot.

So here you were, riding your silent boyfriends thick cock like you had no damn tomorrow. His mask off, showing his scarred face, but he'd never not be pretty to you. His soft, barely audible whimpers and gasps had you ready to cum all over his stomach.

You always loved how he looked outside the suit. Lean but had a small barely seen tummy that you loved nibbling on. V-lines that made you drool. He kept himself trimmed, and God damn a 7 inch dick made the sex appeal even better.

Your small daydream got cut short when his hands touched your body. One at your thigh, the other at your hip. The friction making his tip brush your prostate

"Right there, baby." You moaned, arching your back. His soft pants and the way his nails were gripping you, he was close. "Come for me, handsome man. My sweet- oh fuck!"

Your words get cut off by him filling your ass up with hot cum, and before you could continue to ride, he grabbed your throat, knowing just how much you loved a little lack of oxygen. You choked out moans, riding harder till your cock spilled all over his soft tummy and chest. You rode your high out and didn't even have time to relax before he was flipping yall over and pressing your knees to your chest.

"Wait, baby, I'm not even hard yet." You whined and he shut you up with a rough kiss as he kept pounding into you. Yeah, your coworkers would be asking what's up your ass later due to limping.

Kurt Wagner x Male reader, Smut ♡

MDNI 🔞 🔞

You both were unable to sleep, and being roommates didn't help either.

"We could play poker...or strip poker." Kurt's German accent brought you out of whatever daydream you were having. You smirked at Kurt, "Kurt, if you wanted to see under my clothes all you had to do was ask."

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped you as his cheeks turned that sweet purple. You smirked, darting my tongue between my teeth, "What's wrong, baby blue? Not used to someone being so forward?"

Kurt swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on your lips as your tongue darted out. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to maintain his composure, but your words and actions were chipping away at his restraint. "No, I can't say I'm used to someone being so...direct," he admitted, his voice growing huskier. "But damn, if it doesn't make me want you even more."

"Then show me what you got, baby blue." You challenged, which made him throw the playing card deck on his bed and pounce on you. You loved seeing the blue German demon on you, so you kissed him. Kurt's self-control snapped at the feel of your lips against his. He returned the kiss with a hunger, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth. He shifted his body, grinding against yours, his arousal blatantly obvious. He kissed you like a man possessed, desperate to taste and claim every part of you. His hands roamed your body, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his touch.

Kurt's tail wagged and twitched, betraying his excitement, as he kissed down your neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin there. His hands slid under your tank top, his fingers tracing your stomach, leaving a trail of fiery warmth on your skin.

When he felt you grab his hips, he couldn't help but let out a low moan, pressing himself against you even more. He was already lost in the sensations, consumed by desire and need. "I need you," he gasped out, as he broke the kiss, his breaths coming in ragged bursts. "All of you." His fingers hooked into the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging at them, wanting to remove any barriers between you both.

Who knew a simple challenge would have the man riding your cock like the world was ending. "Dammit, Blue. You feel like heave." You groaned, rolling your hips up a little. Kurt's words spilled out in a mix of English and German, his language reduced to a series of broken phrases and curses. "Scheiße, du fühlst dich so verdammt gut an. Ich kann nicht genug von dir bekommen." ("Damn, you feel so damn good. I can't get enough of you."). His movements grew more erratic, his body desperate for release. "Bitte, sweetheart, ich brauche es jetzt." ("Please, sweetheart, I need it now.")

You had no clue what the hell this man was spewing but damn if you weren't gonna fuck him senseless. You panted, one hand gripping his hip and the other at his blue furred thigh as you rocked upwards, hitting that sweet, sweet spot in his ass. Kurt's body trembled as you rocked upwards, and he let out a guttural moan at the sensations coursing through him. "Yes," he gasped out, his voice ragged. "That's it. Don't stop."He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his breaths coming in ragged bursts as he rode you with increasing desperation.

"You're gonna make me lose control," he warned, his voice rough with lust. Kurt let out a strangled moan as you kept hitting his g-spot, his body trembling with need. "Yes, sweetheart," he gasped out, his words barely intelligible. His body began to shake more violently, and his head fell to rest against your shoulder, his breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. "I'm close," he panted, his voice cracking. "I'm so close."

Your hands moved to cupping and gripping his ass as you made the man bounce on your leaking cock, "That's it, baby. Take my cock." You groaned.

"Oh yes," he moaned, the sounds coming from him almost feral. "Harder," he pleaded, his body moving in sync with your grip. His tail was wagging feverishly, and his head dropped back, his eyes closed as he lost himself completely in the sensations. "Don't stop."

"Oh I'm not. I ain't stopping till I see that pretty face as it comes." You panted up at him. "Just a little more, sweetheart." His words were a broken plea, his body trembling with the effort it took to hold back. "Please, I can't hold on much longer. I need to come. Please." He was hanging on by a thread, his body coiled so tight with tension that he seemed ready to snap at any moment. As you kept a firm grip as you made him bounce, the sensations were his undoing. He let out a guttural moan, his breath catching in his throat. "Oh god, sweetheart, I'm coming," he choked out, and you agreed "Me too, baby. Gonna..."

You couldn't even finish as you both came. His cum painting your stomach as yours painted his walls. You both came down from your highs, whispering sweet words and eventually falling asleep with his body covering yours.

Seth Clearwater Headcannons!

MLM, Seth x male reader/character. Over general; Friends, Partners (Human, Shifter, and Vampire), when his imprint occurs, showing you he's a Shifter (If you/character are human)

Friends

Definitely a bubbly, happy boy/man when y'all meet whether it's in town, on the Res, or in the woods.

A lot friendlier to you before Leah, eventually she'll just accept that you're around her little brother.

Always taking you on adventures. Whether that's cliff jumping, hiking, or just hanging out with you.

If you lived on the Res, he'd definitely help you with homework, studying, have lunch with you, and showing you around (The pack would tease him for being a lovesick puppy before he even knew he had feelings for you)

Weekends were filled with movie nights, beach hangouts, bonfires. Even if you were a vamp, the pack would slowly welcome you since Sethy boy was infatuated (even if he refused to admit it)

His Imprint on you

The day it finally happens, its probably during a hike or a bonfire.

He totally has no clue what to do about it, and the pack doesn't help with the teasing.

He was around you even more afterwards unless he had pack business to do.

Poor boy got awkward a lot, especially if you two were at the Res, cause his thoughts weren't allowed privacy since the others could hear it.

Wasn't the type to get jealous, but protective? You can hang it up if you were being reckless, vamp, human, or another shifter

If you were a Shifter, he'd be blocking you out so damn hard so you didn't get a hint of his feelings.

One night, he was walking you home, said fuck it and kissed you and mumbled about how he imprinted on you (if you're a Shifter), or he'd say he couldn't keep it together anymore with you around.

Partners

I see Seth being a person with the love languages of physical touch and doing things for you.

He'd love to spoil you (mostly in small gifts he made or things he'd find in the woods he knows you'd like)

Already wants to be your husband, he doesn't care if its new

Loves coming home to you, being the man you want or need

Such a huge green flag of a partner

If you're a vamp, he'd just have to adjust to you not sleeping or eating, but would keep an eye on your blood stash to make sure you weren't getting low on animal blood

If human or Shifter, he'd enjoy watching you cook and probably would love any and everything you made.

Pack already believes y'all are married, doesn't matter if there's rings or not

Leah is more welcoming since there's not much she could do about an imprint, so she learns to trust, even a little.

Showing you he's a Shifter (if you're human)

Gets very weird quickly since he kinda just mumbles about showing you something and you cant freak out before getting just about buttnaked

Waits till you come to him when he changes to his big ole Wolfy body

Is very nervous you'll just run away from him

You, poor thing, are confused but there's big puppy, how could you not pet him?

He loves the attention and won't admit it

Gets coined "Wolfy" by you, acts like he hates the name but secretly loves it

Will often get you to climb on and run around the woods

MNDI

Tags: Anal, Virgin!Spencer x Experienced!Reader, praising, Whiney Spencer, Car sex, Guided Sex

Spencer and you had been together for around six months, and unfortunately, those six months was a dry spell for you since Pretty Boy was a virgin and definitely worried about what to do. You didn't mind it, but you did mind getting cockblocked by your own boyfriend. Jesus.

Right now, you were waiting in the BUA's plane strip parking lot for him to finally get off the plane to go home. The clock in your dash blinked, 2:30 am.

"Dammit, Spenc.." you sighed, just wanting to go cuddle and past out like a light. Finally after another twenty long ass minutes, your sweet boyfriend was in the passenger seat of your car.

"Hey baby, how wa-" you get cut off by Spencer smashing his lips to yours. You made a mental note that it could've been a rough case, but his hands tugging your shirt up pulled you out of that thought. Quickly.

"Need you...missed you so bad." Spencer whined when you pulled away a little. "Then let's go home and we-"

You were cut off by a firm. "No." from Spencer.

So now, here you were, in the back of your car with a needy Spencer in your lap, both of you naked from the waist down. Your hand stroking Spencer's cock in a sweet pace and smearing the precum as lube as he whined and shook from a mix of nerves and satisfaction.

"I-ive never done any of this.." Spencer admitted weakly, even though you already knew. "That's okay, baby. I'll let you lead this and help through it." You reassured gently with a soft, quick kiss to his lips.

You wet your own cock with a mix of your own spit and his precum, helping him find the right angle to sink down onto your thick cock. Letting out soft groans while Spencer gasped and had tears brimming from the stretch and overstimulation, you were fully seated into Spencer's ass. You knew he could feel each twitch of your cock, just waiting to be able to overfill his tight, not-so-virgin ass.

"God, love. You feel amazing." You praises, kissing his neck and cheeks as you feel his thighs convulsing deliciously on each side of you. Poor, sweet, Spence had his face in your neck, shaking from the feel of being stretched. "Y-you can move now..I don't know.."

He cut himself off, embarrassed. "I'll help ya, now. Remember if you need a break or stop completely. You tell me."

You spoke softly, rolling his hips for now so he can get used to your thick cock moving inside him. Eventually he started to learn what he liked the most and rode you to his content, your hands on his hips, rubbing as you praised him

"That's it, baby. Take what you want from me."

"Good boy, sweet, pretty thing. Sound so good while you take me, love."

All his responses were of moans, whimpers and gasps in the confined, now humid car. "Oh..i..." Spencer fumbled, but you could see the glaze in his eyes, so as any good partner, you started meeting his hips in the middle.

"Cum for me, sweet thing. Lemme watch ya." You purred out, your own release impending. "I-i....oh..oh.." Spencer's thighs shook at each side of your hip, letting out one long moan as he finished, the hot mess going between both of yalls stomachs as your own finish filled him to the brim.

"Was I good?" Spencer asked with a whine as you panted, "Bloody hell, you were wonderful."

Avatar Fanfic hehe. I don't have a name for it, but I do have tags.

Psa. This is if they stayed in the forest when the RDA came back, and Neteyam is alive. I am a fan, but I do use a translator for the Na'Vi language, so if anything is wrong, then I do apologize :) and Lo'ak is aged up since there's adult content in my writing

MDNI: Cussing, sexual instances, queer love <3

-This is an ongoing story, so yes, there's MDNI and smexy tags, but it'll happen later in the story.

My OC's overview (so y'all don't have to scramble lol):

Name: Winslow Quarich (Yes, he's Spider's brother, diff moms) Age: Nineteen Nickname: Ghost

Species: Human (has an Avatar body)

Height: 5'4 (Human) 7'2 (Avatar) Hair color: Comma mullet, brown

Eye color: Blue Skin tone: Tan, Honey shade

Recombinant Technology. Absolutely amazing, yet so destructive. Humans did not need the ability to play God. it was wrong.

Seeing my father in a Na'Vi body was definitely a shock and weird. Honestly, I hated that the man couldn't stay dead. I wasn't exactly what my father was hoping for as the eldest son. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps of being a hard-ass colonel, but no. He got, as he put it, a plant nerd. So I liked plants more than weapons? Not everyone was dickheads or blood thirsty.

I hardly spoke to Quarich, we just....coexisted in our familial bond and that was it. Even with him in this body, he still was a shitty father.

I was laying in my barrack, thank God I didn't have to share with anyone. It was pitch black outside besides Pandora's bioluminescent plants. Pandora was beautiful, stunning. I couldn't understand why the RDA felt compelled to ruin this damn planet. I was sketching a few of the plants I could see from my little window, minding my business till I seen an outline of a figure in the shadows, their form perfectly still in the shadows of this shitty base.

They, whether soldier or Na'Vi, seemed to be scoping the area out of the base and probably the people of the base. For a long, tense moment, I didn't see it move, but then slowly it started moving again, their movements slow and careful like they knew this base was a bunch of sleeping animals. The man, or woman, was approaching closer and closer to the base, and to my window. Inching closer and closer with cat-like patience.

I really hoped they would get closer to my window, it was easy to see it was a Na'vi scout. It crept closer and closer till they were Infront of my window, curse me for keeping a damn lamp on. The, or well, He tilted his head, probably curious as to why I haven't alerted anyone or something.

I grabbed my sketchbook, writing down, and then showing him a note written in the native Na'vi language. 'Ke'u sa'fe natives. Ku.' (Not safe for Natives. Go.)

For a moment, the male paused, yellow eyes glued to the note I had pressed along the window. A mix of surprise and confusion swirling in his eyes, as if he didn't expect me to be friendly and even warn him. The male went back to looking at me, not aggressively, instead he seemed to study me? I had no idea what he was thinking, but then his fingers brushed against the cool glass that separated us, as if he wasn't sure if there was a trap or not.

Fuck it, why not? I pressed my hand against the glass, resting it, wondering what next. He seemed a tad surprised, but he slowly pressed his much larger hand against the window over mine. I could feel the heat of ours between the glass.

Tags: MLM, smut, boys kissing 💋, Somnophilia (consenting adults!), anal

MNDI, Sexual content ♡

It's been two weeks since you've seen your sweet boyfriend, Spencer. But as you adjusted this lovely morning, you felt sweaty? Then you felt and heard Spencer's soft gasps in your neck and his cock lodged deep in your ass.

"Missed you so much." Spencer mumbled, who knew how long he's been like this, cockwarming himself. You sighed in pleasure, half asleep, remembering months ago how you both had a full conversation on Somno along with yalls boundaries.

Spencer rutted against your ass, mumbling sleepy about how good you felt around him. Poor baby, he must've been needy as hell to be this sleepy and still going. You rubbed back into him, causing a sweet half slurred groan from him into your neck. You squeezed around him involuntarily when his cock twitch deep inside you, kissing your prostate gently.

"Oh baby...need more...need so much." Soencer mumbled, almost incoherently as he rolled his hips, lazily fucking you. You whined, feeling his hand on your hip dip to your aching morning wood, his thumb swiping the sensitive slit, smearing your precum before stroking lazily. You reach a hand to his hair, tugging your sweet man to look at you and kiss him with his name on your lips as he continues to make you both feel good from weeks of being apart.

"So...so good..feel so good." He mumbles into your lips as he starts kissing you once more. A few soft thrusts, you could feel he was getting close to his orgasm, so you encourage it

"Come for me, pretty thing. You know you want too."

A soft whine and choked whimper from Spencer signaled his release, you could feel his hot cum filling your ass up as your own cock finished all over his hand.

Neither of you cleaned up, just simply went back to sleep, Spencer kept his cock where it belonged. Inside you.

Dom! Vampire partner x sub! Human Reader

MDNI! 🔞 MLM

"You're so pretty like this. So perfect, in my thousands of lives, I've never met someone that I can't get enough of like you.", your vampire partner nibbled along your neck, being easy with his fangs so he didn't hurt you.

He let his fingers trail along your exposed chest, stomach, hips. Really, whatever he could touch that was apart of you. He was ancient in some terms, never thought he'd be a religious man, but if that god was you, he'd gladly get on his knees and repent.

His hand explored lower, wrapping around your hard leaky length, stroking unbearably slow. He's been torturing you all day with teases and quick touches, and he smiled at your soft moan from just a touch like this.

"You're so hard for me, love. Gods, I love how you react to me and my touch." Your partner hissed into your neck before he smirked, feeling your hips move, instinctively jerking yourself off with his hand. Your vampire partner groaned against your main blood artery in your neck, "That's right, baby. Just like that."

As his hand moved in tune with your hips, his thumb graced over your leaking, sensitive tip. "Damn. I could watch you do this all fucking day."

You were too needy to even form words mentally, let alone verbally, so all he got as responses were soft moans and mewls of your pleasure as you fucked his hand to your content. Your precum being used as a subtle lubricant which made it a thousand times better for your needy cock.

Your Vampire lover was enthralled in you, loving everything you were doing right now, "You're so pretty like this, so damn perfect for me." He let his fangs graze over your neck veins, he'd never bite you, but he loved the moans it'd bring from your throat. "I want to make you feel good, my love. Just lose yourself, baby. In me. In us."

A soft moan as coaxed from your throat as a response, poor you. Such a needy thing for your lover. Your moans got louder, and your hips jerked as he went faster with pumping your needy cock. "I-i won't last long, love. Fuck." You finally managed to speak and all your lover could do was chuckle.

"That's the point, baby boy. I want to feel you lose control amd cum all over my hand. Make a mess of me, sweets."

You were getting closer, your climax was getting taunt with the need to realse soon before you wanted to. The vampire could tell and he loved every second of the Ecstasy on your face as you were pulled closer and closer.

"That's right, baby boy. Come for me. I've got you, just let go and let that pretty cock come for me."

At those words, you let out a ragged moan that followed your release in your lovers hand, he kept his hand going to make sure every rope of pleasure was let out. You were flushed, slightly embarrassed cause you could see your release not only on his hand, but his pants and floor.

"You look absolutely stunning like this, baby.." you watched as he brought his cum covered hand to his mouth and cleaned every bit up with his tounge, keeping eye contact with you. Unfortunately this just made you harder and ready to go again.

He smirked, watching your cock get hard again, "Already ready for round two?"

2nd collab with @itsgojolickinggood

Bro was totally faking that just to get Yu's attention...

Ｌｕｒｅｄ Ｉｎ

⬐ All Jack wanted was a quite place to rest his head after a encounter with a monster on his mission that left him wary and muscles aching for relief, what he receives is what he’s wanted and possibly something more.

authors note : this was a story requested by @princeasimdiya12

warning : this story is an 18+ one shot story between men. If you find men on men action to be something not of your taste I ask that you click off and not read please

The valley reeked of smoke and death. A soft wind carried the ash of what once had been a thriving village, brushing against Samurai Jack’s face as he stood at the edge of a scorched cliff. His katana hung loosely in his grip, its polished blade catching the faint light of the setting sun. Below him, blackened structures jutted out like broken teeth, the remains of homes reduced to cinders.

This wasn’t the first time Jack had arrived too late. And as much as he tried to steel himself, it never got any easier.

A low rumble shook the ground beneath him, drawing his attention to the heart of the destruction. Standing there amidst the rubble was a hulking figure, half-machine, half-sorcery. Its body gleamed like molten iron, patched with cracks that glowed green, pulsating like a diseased heartbeat. Its head swiveled unnaturally, glowing eyes locking onto him with a mechanical whirr.

“Another pest crawling to meet its end,” the construct snarled, its voice layered with malice and static.

Jack narrowed his eyes. His fingers tightened on the hilt of his sword. He didn’t reply. There was no need.

The construct—a creation of Aku, no doubt—rose to its full height. It had to be at least twenty feet tall, its limbs reinforced with jagged plating. With each step it took, the earth groaned beneath its weight. This thing had destroyed the village and its people, not out of necessity, but out of cruelty. Jack could feel it. He could always sense the twisted fingerprints of Aku’s darkness.

“You’ve come to die like the rest,” it said, raising an arm that ended in a massive blade. “I’ll make it quick.”

Jack moved.

The construct swung its blade down with the force of a falling tree, splitting the earth where Jack had stood a moment before. The shockwave sent chunks of rock flying in every direction, but Jack was already gone, darting to the side and closing the distance. His katana flashed in the dim light, striking the creature’s leg with precision. Sparks flew as the blade bit into metal, carving a shallow groove before Jack leapt back to avoid the counterattack.

The golem roared, slashing horizontally. Jack ducked low, the blade slicing just above his head. He countered with a series of quick strikes, his movements sharp and efficient, each one aimed at vulnerable joints and exposed mechanisms. But the creature was fast—faster than something its size had any right to be.

A heavy fist came crashing down, forcing Jack to roll out of the way. He came to his feet in one fluid motion, his breathing steady despite the intensity of the battle. He studied his opponent, looking for an opening.

“You’re nimble, samurai,” the golem sneered, its glowing core flickering as it spoke. “But your blade is useless against me. You cannot destroy what is unbreakable.”

Jack wiped a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “Everything breaks,” he said softly, his voice calm but firm.

The construct roared again, its core flaring brighter as it unleashed a barrage of energy bolts. They screamed through the air, leaving trails of smoke in their wake. Jack dodged, his sandals barely touching the ground as he moved. One bolt grazed his shoulder, singing the fabric of his gi, but he pressed on, ignoring the searing pain.

He closed the distance once more, darting under the construct’s arm and leaping onto its back. His katana struck true, severing a bundle of cables that ran along its spine. The creature staggered, sparks erupting from the wound.

“You little—” It spun wildly, trying to shake him off.

Jack jumped clear, landing in a crouch a few feet away. He could see the damage now—the flickering core, the uneven movements. It was weakening. But he knew better than to get careless.

The creature raised its remaining arm, dark energy coalescing into a massive, crackling orb. Jack stood his ground, waiting. The energy surged forward, a blinding wave of destruction aimed directly at him. At the last second, he sidestepped, the attack missing him by inches and carving a deep trench into the earth.

Before the construct could recover, Jack charged. He sprinted up a piece of fallen debris, using it as a ramp to propel himself high into the air. With a cry that echoed through the ruined valley, he brought his katana down in a two-handed strike.

The blade pierced the construct’s core.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Then the light within the creature flared violently before fading altogether. Its body shuddered, joints seizing, before it collapsed to the ground in a heap of twisted metal.

Jack landed softly beside it, his katana already sheathed. He stood there for a moment, the only sound his steady breathing and the distant crackle of dying flames. The battle was over, but the weight of the loss lingered in the air.

He turned toward the horizon, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson. There was no one left to save here. But there were others—other villages, other lives that Aku sought to destroy.

Jack adjusted the strap of his sword and began walking.

The road stretched long and empty ahead of Jack, framed by distant hills and thick clusters of trees. Each step was measured, his sandals brushing against loose dirt, the faint sound of birdsong filling the quiet spaces in his mind. The fight earlier had left his muscles tense and his spirit heavier than usual, though he kept his composure as always.

The sun hung high in the sky when he reached the outskirts of a small town nestled in the valley below. Smoke curled from chimneys, and the hum of daily life buzzed faintly in the air—a blacksmith pounding steel, children laughing somewhere nearby, and the muffled conversations of townsfolk trading goods. Jack paused on a ridge, taking it all in.

It wasn’t much, this town, but it was alive. That alone was enough to soothe him.

As he stepped onto the main road, his presence drew the occasional curious glance. His attire—worn from travel and battle—marked him as an outsider, his katana slung at his side a clear testament to his purpose. Yet most people went about their business, leaving him to his own path.

The scent of cooking fish drifted through the air, mingling with the earthy smell of fresh-cut hay. Jack followed the aroma to a modest restaurant with wide-open windows and a simple wooden sign swaying in the breeze. His stomach tightened, reminding him how long it had been since his last meal.

Inside, the restaurant was quiet but welcoming. Lanterns hung from the low wooden beams, casting a warm glow over the small crowd of patrons. Jack found a seat in the corner and rested his katana against the wall beside him. His movements were deliberate and respectful, as if the weight of his journey carried into every gesture.

When the server approached, Jack gave a small bow of thanks and ordered a plate of grilled fish, rice, and tea. He didn’t ask for anything more; simplicity had long been his way.

As he waited, the soft murmur of nearby conversations floated through the room. A table of women sat not far from him, their voices carrying just enough for Jack to catch snippets of their conversation. He wasn’t one to eavesdrop, but something about their words drew his attention.

“The Lucid Dreams Inn,” one of them said, her tone hushed but eager. “Have you been yet? It’s just outside of town, through the woods.”

“Not yet,” another replied, a wistful note in her voice. “But my sister went last week. She said it was like paradise—baths so warm you feel weightless and staff that treat you like royalty. It’s a dream.”

Jack kept his gaze on the table in front of him, but his focus shifted to their words. He didn’t often indulge in luxuries. His path was one of duty, not leisure. Yet the mention of a spa—a place of peace, even for a short while—stirred something in him.

“You should see the themed rooms,” another chimed in, laughing softly. “They make you feel like you’re in another world. And the massages…” She trailed off, sighing dramatically, which drew laughter from the group.

Jack’s food arrived, and he ate slowly, savoring each bite. The fish was perfectly cooked, the rice soft and steaming. He felt his body relax just slightly, as if the meal itself was a small act of kindness.

When he finished, he stood and approached the women’s table, bowing his head respectfully. “Forgive my intrusion,” he said, his voice calm and polite. “But I couldn’t help overhearing. Could you tell me where this Lucid Dreams Inn is located?”

The women exchanged surprised looks before one of them smiled warmly. “It’s not far,” she said. “Just follow the eastern road out of town until you reach the edge of the woods. You’ll see a path lined with lanterns—it’ll take you straight there.”

Jack gave a small bow of thanks. “I appreciate your guidance.”

With his meal paid for, he left the restaurant and followed the directions he’d been given. The eastern road was quieter than the bustling town, flanked by trees that swayed gently in the breeze. As he walked, the weight on his shoulders seemed to lighten slightly. The idea of a spa—a chance to rest, even briefly—felt indulgent, but perhaps it was something he needed.

It wasn’t long before he reached the woods. Just as the women had said, lanterns lined a narrow path, their warm glow cutting through the shade. Jack followed them, the soft crunch of dirt under his sandals blending with the rustle of leaves overhead.

The woods eventually opened to reveal the inn, and Jack stopped in his tracks. It was breathtaking—an elegant structure that seemed to glow in the fading sunlight, its carved arches and intricate patterns whispering of distant lands. Soft golden light spilled from its windows, and the gentle hum of a nearby stream added to its tranquil aura. It wasn’t just a building; it was a promise of peace, a refuge from the chaos that had defined his journey. For a moment, Jack allowed himself to simply stand there, taking in the stillness. Then, adjusting his katana at his side, he stepped forward. Perhaps, for just one night, he could leave the weight of his remaining mission behind.

The soft sound of the flowing stream faded as Jack crossed the threshold of the inn. The air inside was warm and fragrant, carrying the faint scent of jasmine and sandalwood. A tranquil ambiance enveloped the space, with low lantern light casting a golden glow across the polished wood floors and richly woven rugs.

Jack was immediately greeted by the sight of a staff gathered near the front, a diverse group of young men and women. They moved with an effortless grace, each dressed in elegant yet modest attire that complimented their features. Their bright smiles and welcoming demeanor immediately put Jack at ease.

However, it was the group of men by the front desk that caught his attention. A handful of them lounged casually against the counter, clearly enjoying a break. Their voices carried across the room, drawing Jack’s gaze in spite of himself.

“Too rough,” one of them groaned dramatically, rolling his shoulders. “I’ve still got bruises!”

“That’s nothing,” another cut in, laughing. “Mine was too soft! If you’re gonna pay for time like that, at least make it memorable.”

The others burst into laughter, their easy camaraderie filling the air. Jack found himself averting his eyes, but not before sneaking a quick glance their way. They were striking, each in their own way—tall and lean, or broad-shouldered and strong, their features as varied as the stars in the sky. A faint blush warmed Jack’s face as he cleared his throat, silently admonishing himself for his wandering thoughts.

Still, curiosity gnawed at him. The conversation wasn’t exactly what he’d expected in a place like this, and it left him wondering about the services the inn provided. Steeling himself, Jack approached the main counter where one of the women was smiling warmly at him. But before he could speak, the group of men noticed him. Their conversation stopped mid-laugh as they turned to look at him—really look at him.

The shift was almost palpable. Their gazes swept over him with a mixture of intrigue and appreciation, taking in the broadness of his shoulders, the sharp lines of his jaw, and the quiet intensity that seemed to follow him wherever he went. It was clear, without a word exchanged, that they all had the same thought: they wanted him.

“Excuse me,” Jack said, his voice soft yet deliberate. “I was curious… What kind of services does this inn provide?”

The question hung in the air for a moment, and the group exchanged knowing glances, small smirks curling at the corners of their lips. One of them, a tall man with chestnut hair and a confident air, stepped forward.

“We offer all kinds of services,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting. “Massages, baths, private rooms for relaxation… Whatever you need to ease your mind and body.”

Another man chimed in, his tone playful. “And we do our best to make sure every client leaves completely… satisfied.”

Jack’s eyes widened slightly, and he quickly looked away, his usual composure faltering. “I see,” he murmured, his cheeks flushing faintly.

The group chuckled softly at his reaction, clearly enjoying the effect their words had on him. “Don’t worry,” the first man said, his smile widening. “You’re in good hands here. Why don’t you let us take care of you for a while?”

Jack hesitated, torn between his curiosity and the unfamiliar heat rising in his chest. This place was unlike any he had ever encountered, and for a moment, he wondered if stepping through its doors had been a mistake. But the thought was fleeting. Perhaps, just this once, he could indulge in something beyond his usual discipline and duty.

Jack followed the group of men as they led him down a dimly lit corridor. The soft glow of lanterns and the delicate hum of distant music created an intimate and relaxing atmosphere. The men chatted casually among themselves, their confidence and playful energy drawing Jack in despite his initial apprehension.

They came to a stop in front of an ornate door. One of the attendants, a tall man with striking amber eyes, gestured toward it with a flourish. “This is one of our special service rooms,” he said, his voice smooth as silk.

Jack stepped inside and took in the lavish setting. One side of the room held a heart-shaped bed draped in luxurious crimson sheets, surrounded by soft golden lighting. On the other side was a bathing area separated by a carved wooden screen. The bath itself was a work of art—an oversized tub made of polished stone, filled with steaming water that shimmered with faintly glowing herbs and oils.

“Relax, Samurai,” one of the men said with a teasing smile, placing a hand lightly on Jack’s shoulder. “We’ll take care of everything.”

Jack hesitated for a moment, unused to such attention. “Perhaps you gentlemen can step out for a moment while I undress.”

One of the men tilt his head towards jack, “But whyyy,” whines the man.

“We’re all friends here, no need to be shy.”

Jack hesitated for a moment before nodding his head, as he shrugged off his outer robe and stepped toward the bath, he felt a rare sense of ease begin to settle over him. The warm water enveloped him as he sank into the tub, sighing deeply as the tension in his muscles started to melt away.

The harem boys moved with practiced grace, gathering around the bath with sponges and towels in hand. They began to gently wash him, their hands skimming over his shoulders and arms, tracing the lines of his taut muscles. Their touch was firm yet soothing, accompanied by lighthearted laughter and conversation that kept the mood light.

Jack’s body sat slouched in the tub full of water and scented oils, he hunched over almost as if he was cowering in on himself. It was his way of hiding himself from these men - hiding from their view.

One of the younger attendants, a slim boy with mischievous green eyes, perched on the edge of the tub. “You’ve got some serious muscle,” he commented, poking Jack’s bicep with a grin. “What do you eat to stay like this?”

Jack still nervous chuckled softy, in a nervous manner almost— shaking his head. “Mostly rice and vegetables. Simple food.”

The group laughed, some jokingly telling him that’s not enough for a man of his size and another chimed in, “Well, tonight you’ll have to try something a little more exciting.”

From a nearby tray, the green-eyed boy grabbed a delicate glass filled with amber liquid. “This,” he said, holding it up, “is one of our specialties. Sweet, smooth, and perfect after a long day. You have to try it.”

Jack raised an eyebrow, skeptical but curious. “I’m not much of a drinker,” he admitted.

“Just a sip,” the boy coaxed, offering the glass. “I promise you’ll like it.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Jack took the glass and brought it to his lips. The liquor was surprisingly sweet, with a hint of fruit and spice. It slid down easily, warming him from the inside. He nodded approvingly and took another sip—then another.

Before long, Jack had finished the glass and reached for another, the smooth sweetness of the drink luring him in. The harem boys exchanged knowing glances, their smiles growing wider as Jack unknowingly indulged.

It wasn’t until he set the glass down and leaned back in the water that one of them, a lean man with a cheeky grin, pointed out, “Well, would you look at that.”

Jack followed the direction of his gaze, his eyes widening slightly as he realized what they were referring to. The warm water and the liquor’s effects had left him in an unmistakably compromising state, and he quickly shifted to sit up straighter, his cheeks flushing a faint red.

The group of men burst into laughter, though their tone was more playful than mocking. “Don’t worry, Samurai,” one of them said with a wink. “It happens to everyone here. Think of it as… part of the experience.”

Jack cleared his throat, feeling both embarrassed and strangely amused by their casual demeanor. He wasn’t sure whether to blame the liquor, the bath, or the harem boys themselves, but one thing was certain—this was a night unlike any other he’d experienced.

The harem boys guided Jack from the bath to the heart-shaped bed, their movements fluid and practiced. The room was filled with a soft, golden glow that seemed to pulse in time with the distant hum of the inn’s music. Jack, now dressed in a light robe provided by the attendants, sat down hesitantly, his damp hair falling loosely over his shoulders.

“Lie down, Samurai,” one of the men said softly, gesturing to the bed. His voice was calm, soothing, and Jack found himself complying without hesitation.

As he stretched out on the plush bed, the boys moved around him with care. One began to massage his arms, kneading away the tension that had been building for what felt like years. Another worked on his back, his strong hands expertly pressing into the tight muscles along Jack’s shoulders and spine. His legs, feet, and even his hands weren’t spared the attention, each boy ensuring every part of him was thoroughly tended to.

Another attendant, a younger man with soft features, approached with a small jar of a fragrant cream. He leaned over Jack, spreading the mask gently across his face. “This will help with the wear and tear of your travels,” he said with a smile.

As Jack relaxed under their care, the boys began to ask him questions. Their voices were gentle, curious. “Tell us about your life, Samurai,” one of them asked, his hands still working over Jack’s calves. “What brings you here?”

Jack hesitated at first, but the liquor had loosened his tongue. “My life has been… a long battle,” he began, his voice heavy. “I fight to return to my home, to undo the evil that has taken everything from me. Every day is a struggle—another fight, another challenge.”

The boys listened intently, their hands never ceasing their work. One of them, the man massaging Jack’s shoulders, frowned slightly. “It sounds exhausting,” he said softly. “To live with such a burden. Have you ever thought of letting it go?”

Jack’s brow furrowed, but before he could respond, another boy—a playful one with a mischievous smile—spoke up. “You could stay here,” he suggested. “Achieve peace. This place could be your refuge.”

Jack opened his mouth to respond, but a soft, melodic tone interrupted him. One of the boys had retrieved a singing bowl, its rim gliding under his practiced touch. The sound filled the room, vibrating softly through the air and into Jack’s very core. It was unlike anything he’d ever heard, a sound that seemed to strip away the layers of tension and pain he had carried for so long.

His thoughts grew hazy as the boys guided him to another part of the room. This area was set up for grooming, with mirrors framed in gold and trays of combs, oils, and brushes neatly arranged. One of the attendants began brushing Jack’s damp hair, while another trimmed his beard with precise care.

As they worked, the questions continued. “What else do you remember about your life?” one of them asked gently.

Jack’s eyes softened, his defenses slipping further. “The hardships,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “The battles, the loss… I’ve been fighting for so long, I don’t know what peace even feels like anymore.”

One of the boys, who had been running his fingers through Jack’s freshly combed hair, spoke softly. “Then perhaps it’s time to stop fighting.”

The words lingered in the air, carried by the soft hum of the singing bowl. Jack couldn’t help but consider them. The longer he stayed here, the more the weight on his shoulders seemed to lift. Time felt strange in this place; what had been hours felt like mere moments. The thought of staying—just for a little longer—grew more tempting.

Jack glanced at the group of attendants, their serene smiles and gentle hands easing him into a state of complete relaxation. His heart, which had long been hardened by the trials of his journey, softened slightly. Perhaps, just for now, he could allow himself this peace.

Finally, he closed his eyes and gave a slight nod. “I will stay.”

The first boy, Takeshi, with his raven hair and piercing blue eyes, had a smile that could charm the toughest of warriors. His little form was wrapped in a kimono of deep midnight blue, adorned with delicate silver threads that shimmered like stars in the candlelight.

The second, Akihiro, had skin as pale as the moon and hair as gold as the sun, with eyes that held the warmth of a summer's embrace. His kimono was a soft shade of ivory, with intricate gold embroidery that mirrored the patterns of cherry blossoms. Next to him, Satoru's emerald eyes sparkled with mischief, his crimson kimono a stark contrast to his raven hair, hinting at the passion that lay within.

The remaining four introduced themselves as well: Ryuu, whose kimono was as fiery as his spirit; Kaito, whose eyes were the color of the stormy sea and whose demeanor was as mysterious as the depths of the ocean; Yukito, whose kimono of gentle lavender whispered of his tender soul; and finally, Hiro, whose kimono was the color of freshly fallen snow, reflecting the purity and innocence that seemed to radiate from his very being.

The boys' gazes held a hint of something more than mere welcoming, something that sent a shiver down Jack’s spine. They spoke in soft, hypnotic tones, their voices laced with urges of desire that seemed to fill the very air around him. The harem of men had two conditions for his acceptance into their fold, they explained.

Firstly, he must agree to lock away his manhood in a chastity cage, a symbol of his commitment to their unique form of service. Secondly, he must engage in an unbridled orgy, allowing the hypnotic tunes of a singing bowl to guide him through the evening's carnally ecstatic ritual.

Jack's brow furrowed in protest, his hand reflexively moving to the sword at his side. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, his voice a low growl of discomfort. The thought of such a restriction was foreign to his warrior's spirit, and the idea of an orgy, though not entirely unwelcome, was certainly unexpected. Yet, the allure of the harem's beauty and the mysterious aura of the mansion made his resolve waver like the flame of a candle in the breeze.

Takeshi stepped forward, his smile never faltering. His eyes locked onto Jack's, and his hand reached out to lightly touch the samurai's cheek. "Do not fear, warrior," he cooed, his voice a velvety caress. "The cage is a symbol of your dedication to us, to the experiences that await you here. It is not a prison, but a gateway to new pleasures." As the other boys closed in, their fingertips grazed jack’s skin, sending shivers of unfamiliar sensations through his body. He felt a gentle pull, as if the very air was coaxing him to comply.

Akihiro offered the chastity cage, its golden metal gleaming in the soft glow of the candles. It was an intricate piece of craftsmanship, adorned with delicate engravings of entwined lovers and blooming flowers. The warmth of the metal seemed to pulse with the promise of pleasure. Jack hesitated, but the hypnotic allure of their touch grew stronger, his thoughts swirling like leaves in a tempest.

The surrounding walls around them began to morph, its walls shifting and flowing like a living tapestry. The grand hall dissolved into a surreal dreamscape, an erotic playground that seemed to exist solely to tantalize the senses. The air grew thick with the scent of jasmine, and the floor became a soft, velvet sea beneath his feet. The harem boys flitted around him like ethereal beings, each one more enticing than the last, whispering sweet nothings that danced around the edges of his consciousness.

Jack's hand hovered over the chastity cage, his mind racing with thoughts of rebellion and curiosity. Yet, the gentle yet insistent pressure of the harem's touch washed away his resistance like sand before the tide. He felt his body relax, his will bending to the seductive power of their words and touch. His eyes grew heavy, and his breathing slowed as their hypnotic whispers painted a vivid picture of the unbridled pleasure that awaited him.

With trembling fingers, Jack unbuckled his obi, allowing the heavy layers of his hakama to fall away. The cool metal of the chastity cage was a stark contrast to the heat rising within him. As Akihiro guided the cage over his erection, Jack couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement. The cage clicked into place, locking his arousal within its embrace, a stark symbol of his surrender to the harem's will.

The moment the cage was secured, the harem boys broke into a fit of giggles, their laughter like the tinkling of wind chimes. They led Jack to the center of the room where a large, plush futon had appeared, surrounded by a sea of velvet pillows. The singing bowl, which had been silently watching the exchange from the shadows, began to hum. The vibrations grew louder, resonating through the air and into Jack's very bones. The sound was mesmerizing, a siren's call that he could not resist. His eyes grew heavy, and his body felt as if it were made of liquid, swaying to the bowl's hypnotic melody.

The boys began to undress, each revealing their own unique beauty. Satoru's muscular chest rippled as he removed his kimono, his cock already erect and bobbing with excitement. Kaito's body was lean and toned, with a trail of hair leading from his navel to the base of his cock, which stood proudly at attention. Yukito, the delicate one, had skin softer than silk, his small, firm nipples pebbling with anticipation. Hiro's innocent gaze belied the fiery passion that lurked within, his body a canvas of untouched perfection.

The hypnotic hum of the singing bowl grew more intense, wrapping around Jack like a warm embrace, dissolving the last of his inhibitions. He could feel his own cock strain against the confines of the chastity cage, begging for release. The harem boys lay down on the futon, creating a sensual mosaic of skin and fabric.

The bowl's vibrations grew stronger, resonating through Jack's body as if he were a living instrument. His eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a low moan as the music took hold of his very soul. The air grew electric with desire, and he felt the mattress shift beneath him as the boys arranged themselves around him. He was the center of their attention, the object of their collective lust and admiration.

Ryuu, the fiery one, was the first to act. He straddled Jack's chest, his cock a vibrant shade of coral against the samurai's tanned skin. Leaning down, he captured Jack's mouth in a kiss that was both fiery and tender. The taste of him was like a spark that ignited Jack's passion, making him ache to feel more.

The other boys followed suit, their hands exploring every inch of Jack's body. They were like skilled artisans, each one knowing exactly where to touch, where to kiss, to elicit the most exquisite reactions. Akihiro's gentle caress of his cheek was as comforting as a mother's touch, while Satoru's rough grip on his thigh was like the bite of a lover eager to claim him.

Kaito's stormy eyes searched his own.

The hypnotic vibrations of the singing bowl grew more insistent, the music resonating with the beating of Jack's heart. He felt as if he were floating in a warm, velvet embrace, the weight of his body forgotten amidst the swirling pleasure. The boys' hands danced over his skin, tracing the lines of his chest, his abs, and finally the bulge of his cock, trapped and pulsing within the chastity cage. They paid homage to his manhood, their lips and fingers worshipping the metal that contained his desire.

Yukito, the tender soul, began to kiss a trail down Jack's body, his soft, full lips leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. Each press of his mouth sent a shiver through the samurai's frame, his body arching in silent plea. When Yukito reached the base of the cage, he paused, looking up with eyes filled with a mix of innocence and lust. With a gentle touch, he traced the outline of Jack's trapped erection, eliciting a moan that seemed to resonate with the very air around them.

Takeshi, the master of seduction, took hold of the singing bowl, its vibrations now a deep, resonating bass that seemed to echo the pounding of Jack's heart. The other boys began to kiss and touch each other, their bodies moving in a sensual dance as old as time itself. The sight of their passion was almost too much for Jack to bear, his cock straining against the unforgiving metal. The cage grew warm from his arousal.

The air grew thick with the scent of desire as the harem's hands moved in unison, teasing and stroking Jack's body. Their lips and tongues found every sensitive spot, leaving no inch untouched. The heat of their breath against his skin sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. He could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building, a pressure that grew with each stroke, each kiss, each whispered word of encouragement.

Hiro, the youngest, approached shyly, his snow-white kimono fluttering like the petals of a cherry blossom. He knelt beside the futon and took Jack's hand, placing it on the cage. The samurai's grip tightened, his knuckles turning white as the pressure grew. Hiro looked into his eyes, his own filled with a gentle warmth that seemed to pierce the haze of lust that clouded Jack's mind. With a soft smile, he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on the padlock that kept Jack's cock imprisoned. The metal grew hot, as if responding to the touch of his lips.

The singing bowl reached a crescendo, the vibrations resonating through the room and into Jack's soul. The harem's movements grew more frenzied, their bodies tangling together in a passionate display of eroticism. The sight was overwhelming, Jack could feel the beginnings of an orgasm, a storm gathering on the horizon of his consciousness. His hips bucked, seeking relief from the relentless teasing.

Akihiro took mercy on him, sliding his hand between the bars of the chastity cage. His touch was feather-light, his fingertips dancing over the sensitive head of Jack's cock. The sensation was electric, sending bolts of pleasure through Jack's body. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a guttural moan, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The other boys took turns, each one offering their own brand of torturous pleasure, their hands moving in perfect harmony with the bowl's pulsating rhythm.

The pressure grew unbearable, and Jack felt as though he was on the precipice of something profound. He could feel the beginnings of his climax, a coil of ecstasy winding tightly within him. The cage grew slick with pre-cum, a testament to his desperate need for release.

Yet, the lock remained steadfast.

Akihiro, one of the harem men who had been watching Jack sends a quiet smile his way. His eyes were gentle, yet there was something mysterious about them. He spoke in a soft, reassuring tone, “You’ve done enough, Jack. You’ve showed that you are indeed promising for us all. Your mission is over. All your struggles, all your pain… they’ll be gone by morning. You can rest now.”

Jack blinked slowly, his exhaustion overcoming him. Akihiro’s words felt like a balm to his soul, a promise of peace he had longed for but never believed he would see. His head felt heavy, his eyelids drooping. He gave a small nod. “I can rest… at last…” he whispered.

Akihiro placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder. Jack collapses back onto the bed, and within moments, the weight of sleep consumed him. His breathing steadied, and the room fell still.

But as Jack slept, the world around him began to change. The inn, once a place of comfort, began to shimmer and twist. The walls cracked, the wooden floor groaned and splintered, and the warm air turned cold and thick. The peaceful atmosphere had been an illusion, one crafted to deceive the weary traveler. As the illusion broke, the truth revealed itself.

The harem men, now no longer hidden in human forms, transformed into creatures of darkness. Akihiro’s body lengthened, his skin turning scaly as his eyes glowed bright red. He was no longer the charming man who had spoken to Jack, but a serpent-like beast, coiled and ready. The others, once handsome and gentle, now revealed their true monstrous yet beautiful forms, each one a creature that thrived on human desire.

The world around them was no longer the inn, but a vast, desolate desert. The sands stretched endlessly in all directions, and the sky above was an oppressive shade of deep orange. This was the true world — the one hidden beneath the illusion, a world where they had lured countless souls over the centuries.

Akihiro grinned, his sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light. “We’ve finally found him. A worthy mate after all this time,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Another of the harem men, Yukito, who appeared as a towering, majestic wolf, shook his head. “Let him rest, Akihiro. He’s been through enough. We’ll have plenty of time to enjoy our new companion when he wakes.”

Akihiro clicked his tongue but conceded. “Fine. But the wait is almost unbearable.”

The men gathered around Jack’s sleeping form, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. As they watched, Jack’s appearance began to shift. The weariness left his body, replaced with something more regal. His clothes changed, too, from the familiar samurai armor to flowing white robes with purple accents. The outfit looked almost like something from an ancient kingdom, regal and princely. It was as if the weight of his past life had been shed, and something new, something more fitting for his transformation, had taken its place.

At the center of the desert, a figure appeared — one that towered over the harem men. His name was Hed, their leader, the one who had controlled them all for centuries. Hed stood tall and imposing, his wild black hair spreading out like a storm. His tanned skin gleamed under the desert sun, and his powerful, muscular frame was on full display. He wore golden cuffs on his wrists and a dark green vest that hung open to reveal his well-defined chest. His pants were wide and billowed out at the cuffs, tied with a golden-brown belt, and he stood barefoot, his feet firmly planted in the sand.

Hed’s presence was overwhelming, his gaze locking onto the harem men with a knowing smirk. “Akihiro, it seems you were right. Jack is a worthy mate,” he said, his voice low and powerful.

Akihiro nodded, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “Yes, master. He is the one we’ve been searching for.”

Hed’s smile was almost predatory. “Let him rest. When he wakes, he will join us in this world. And then, we shall see if he is truly ready for the life we’ve prepared for him.”

The harem men stepped back, watching Jack as he slept peacefully, unaware of the transformation that had taken place around him. The desert stretched on, endless and barren, and the harem men, though monstrous in form, stood silently, waiting for the moment when Jack would awaken and face the truth of his new life.

As the night stretched on, the desert was still, the only sound the quiet shifting of the sands. Jack’s fate, sealed by the harem’s dark desires, would unfold in the morning. But for now, he slept, unaware of the world that had changed around him.

Flirt | Tony Stark x Male!Reader

A/N: Omg a fanfic that isn't about Steve Rogers?!?! Hope you enjoy :) Also, school is starting soon but I will try to write as much as I can. I actually do find writing these enjoyable. Fanfic writing is different but fun. It's nice to use my English somewhere aside from just writing essays 🥹.

P.S. Listen to this song right now or I will hurt you:

Flirt

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: During a night out with his close friend, Y/N encounters Tony Stark and they immediately hit it off. Get that bag, Y/N!

Warnings: Alcohol use

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"Are you sure about this, Sal?" Y/N said, uncertainty laced in his voice.

"100% sure. You need to get your mind off of that cheating douchebag." Sal responded with no hesitation. A small sigh came from Y/N's mouth. He knew deep down that she was right.

After finding out his ex had been cheating on him, Y/N had rotted in his house for almost two weeks, completely isolating himself from the outside world. Only today, when his closest friend Sal practically broke his front door down, had he been freed from his lovelorn pitying.

Now, Sal was forcing Y/N out for a much-needed night out in town, determined to help him forget about his troubles, at least for just a couple of hours. The two were currently headed to one of the liveliest bars downtown, with the promise of copious amounts of alcohol and good company.

"Look, I know this might not be what you want right now," Sal said, giving Y/N a reaffirming pat on the shoulder. "But, just trust me. We're going to enjoy the night, the drinks and the people, and," Sal's head turned slightly, giving a Y/N a small smirk, "we might even find you a nice man there."

Y/N turned downward and began shaking his head to hide the smile forming on his face – he ultimately failed. "Yeah, yeah alright." While his very recent relationship's ending was abrupt and messy, the idea of finding someone new was very enticing. His previous boyfriend was, according to Sal, "hot trash", so he believed tonight could be the chance to find a truly suitable partner for him.

"That's the spirit," Sal grinned, tightly hugging Y/N's side. "Now let's go and make very questionable decisions."

Y/N chuckled despite himself, softly pushing Sal off of him. Maybe tonight would be when he'd truly move on.

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According to Y/N's inner monologue, the bar itself was quite lovely. It was a quaint, hole-in-the-wall establishment yet very populated. People occupied the bar's booths in large groups, their conversations filling the atmosphere with a nice volume. The warm and soft lighting gave the space a slight touch of intimacy. As he continued looking around, Y/N grimaced as he glanced toward a corner of the bar and saw a couple making out, their hands touching in places that were definitely inappropriate for a public space. However, despite seeing the touchy-feely pair, Y/N could tell tonight would be somewhat fun.

The two settled down on two barstools at the bar's front. Sal, being the more outgoing of the one, wasted no time waving down the bartender. "Two tequila shots, please," she said with a grin. It was a tradition for the two to begin a night out with tequila shots – a nice ritual that set the tone for the night.

The bartender slid two shot glasses filled to the brim with tequila. The two each grabbed a glass, Sal raising hers and toasting, "to a night of fun and forgetting."

Y/N raised his also, saying, "Cheers to whatever comes our way." The two smiled at each other, clinking their glasses before downing their drinks in one swift gulp.

Y/N's face scrunched in pain upon swallowing. The feeling of tequila was familiar to Y/N as he and Sal have spent multiple nights out together. However, he never grew as much of a tolerance as her for the throat-burning it caused when ingesting it. He coughed slightly, but laughed, a tingly feeling spreading throughout his chest.

Sal leaned over, slightly nudging Y/N's elbow. "So, what'll it be next for us? Should we try something strong or should steady ourselves for tonight?"

Y/N thought deeply for a moment before responding. "Let's try something different," he said, feeling bolder. "How about margaritas?"

Sal laughed. "Alright, margaritas it is. Don't blame me though for how shit-faced you might get."

Y/N rolled his eyes, but couldn't prevent the smile from forming on his face. "I guess we'll see," he replied, feeling the anticipation from what the night has to offer.

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Sal and Y/N had 3 margaritas and 4 tequila shots in each and were already a tad inebriated. Despite the bar being quite packed, their egregiously loud laughter carried around the room, causing people to look at them with slight annoyance.

Suddenly, Sal's eyes widened and she began choking on her drink. "Holy shit, bitch," she semi-yelled, catching Y/N's attention. "Don't look behind you, but Tony 'Richboy' Stark just came in with a really hot dude."

Y/N wasn't the type to listen to directions he was told – especially when inebriated – so despite Sal's warnings, he immediately looked. And Sal was correct. There, unmistakably, was Tony Stark clad in a simple tux with a black tie near the bar's entrance. Next to him was an equally attractive man, taller, with blonde hair and broad shoulders. Upon second glance, Y/N realized the other man was the Captain America.

Y/N's eyes had wandered on Tony while he was surveying the bar's interior. For a brief moment, their gazes met under the glow of the bar's warm lighting. Y/N quickly looked away. However, his curiosity got the better of him and he glanced once more. Tony's eyes were still on him, firm but with an undertone of curiosity. Y/N wanted to so desperately look away, but their stare lingered. The world seemed to fade during their intimate stare-off. A palpable tension was shared between them, and it wasn't until Tony flashed Y/N a small smile before heading to a vacant booth that it vanished.

A slight slap on Y/N's arm broke him from his trance. "Dude! I literally told you not to look and guess what you did? Look!" Y/N had to quiet down Sal's loud reprimanding voice, afraid a certain someone would hear her. She regained her composure after a few minutes of quiet yelling and continued drinking her third margarita. "Okay, but he was definitely checking you out," Sal slurred with a volume even a person outside the bar could hear.

A loud cough erupted from Y/N's mouth, an attempt to drown out Sal's voice. "He was absolutely not," he protested, taking a sip of his drink. "He was just checking out the place, and our eyes coincidentally met when he was looking at the front of the bar."

"Oh, Y/N," Sal said, slowly shaking her head. "I know you may be slow in the head–" Y/N was about to object before Sal put a finger to his lips, effectively shutting his mouth. "But you'd practically have to be blind to not notice him eyeing you like a piece of fine meat."

"Okay, but..." Y/N was at a loss for words, partly for the fact he was intoxicated but also because Tony Stark was definitely checking him out. Their stare-off lasted a little too long to be considered anything but friendly. "Wait, why were you looking at him I thought we weren't supposed to look?"

"Well, Y/N," Sal said, sloppily standing from the bar stool and grabbing her purse. "I will be going to the bathroom right now. I hope nothing significant will occur during my absence, like, say, a certain Avenger approaching you while you're sat here all alone." She winked, her gait wobbly from the alcohol.

Before Y/N could yell at her to return, she already turned the bar's corner into the restrooms. Y/N silently cursed, downing his margarita before ordering another one. His heart was beating fast, and he glanced towards where Tony was sitting. As if on cue, Tony looked up from his conversation with Captain America, catching his gaze. This time, Tony's smile widened, and he leaned in and whispered something to Steve. Y/N's pulse quickened. Then, Tony stood up from his booth and started towards Y/N. He quickly turned around, "fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispered under his breath.

Y/N could feel Tony's presence approaching. He radiated wealth, power, and overall playboy hubris with each step. As he drew closer, Y/N's anxiety reached a peak. He started drawing his focus away from the intimidating man, attempting to look very intently at the bar's collection of liquor. But Tony's sensation, magnetic as ever, couldn't be ignored by Y/N.

Tony sat on the barstool Sal was on before she left. Y/N felt his palms and the back of his knees becoming clammy, unsure if it was from the alcohol or the undeniably attractive billionaire beside him. It was probably the latter. Tony cleared his throat to catch the attention of the bartender. "I'll take a beer, please."

After Tony got his beer, an uncomfortable silence washed over the two men. Tony wasn't speaking and Y/N was too out of it to verbalize anything. Wasn't Tony – billionaire, playboy, philanthropist – Stark supposed to start their conversation, he silently thought. Suddenly getting very impatient, Y/N put the burden on himself to verbally approach Tony first. "I always thought you were a hard liquor person," Y/N's voice came out, evident in his speech that he was decently drunk.

Tony glanced at Y/N, a hint of amusement in his expression. "I've been trying to lay off the drinking for a while," he replied, taking a sip of his beer. "Only wimpy drinks for me tonight."

Y/N nodded, trying to focus on Tony's words despite his tipsiness. He could feel Tony's eyes on him, curious and unwavering. His gaze was intimidating but felt strangely warm at the same time.

Tony leaned in slightly, his tone teasing. "And what about you. I didn't peg you to be a margarita guy."

Y/N smiled, his confidence from the liquid courage abating his nerves. "I like to keep 'em guessing, Mr. Stark." He took another sip of his margarita. "Only the good ones."

Tony's grin widened slightly. "Does that make me one of the 'good ones'?"

"That depends on how you treat me tonight," Y/N replied, his voice flirtier than he expected it to be.

Another silence came after Y/N's words – a comfortable one, unlike the last time. Y/N sneaked a few glances towards Tony, finding him looking straight ahead bearing a small content smile.

"So what brings you here with" – Y/N gestured towards Steve – "that hunk of a man," Y/N asked, cutting through the quiet.

Tony set down his beer. "Well, I just got off a very important business meeting and decided to head here to unwind. Heard this place had some...interesting company." He then looked towards Y/N. "Capsicle's here as my plus one."

Y/N felt his cheeks go red. "'Interesting company,' huh?" he echoed, his nervousness returning again.

Tony nodded, his expression playful. "Very interesting," he reaffirmed. "And it seems," Tony picked up his beer, gesturing it towards Y/N. "I've made the right choice."

A sudden cough erupted from Y/N's mouth, elicited by Stark's notorious innate flirtiness. "You can't just say that, Tony. We just met and you don't even know my name."

Tony chuckled, clearly amused by Y/N's reaction. "You're right," he admitted, leaning back slightly. "But I don't need to know your name to recognize you're someone worth talking to." He took another quick sip of his beer. "Names are just a formality anyway. I'd rather know the person behind the name."

Y/N felt a mix of embarrassment and intrigue. Despite knowing of Tony's infamous charismatic boldness, it felt nerve-wracking being on the receiving end of it. It was a strange experience. "You surely know how to keep someone on their toes, Mr. Stark."

Tony smiled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "So, whaddya say? Do I get your name or do I have to keep guessing for a little longer?"

Y/N hesitated briefly before deciding to play along with Tony's game. "Keep guessing, lover-boy."

Tony's eyebrows raised, clearly enjoying the challenge and the nickname. "Let's see..." he said, his face stern with faux concentration. "You strike me as a Jay. Or a Phil." He watched Y/N's expression closely, trying to see if there was any hint he was on the right track.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "Nice try, but you're way off. Guess again."

A small sigh came from Tony. "Dammit. I thought I almost had it," he said, feigning playful disappointment. "Okay, how about...Cameron? Or Mitchell?"

Y/N shook his head once more. "Nope. Not even close."

Tony leaned in closer, his smile turning into a small smirk. "Alright, I give up. What's your name, mystery man?"

Y/N also leaned in, relenting at Tony's surrender. "It's Y/N," he half-whispered. "But I did enjoy you guessing."

A genuine smile found itself on Tony's face. "Y/N, huh? I like it – it suits you." He raised his beer in a small toast. "To new friends, and to keeping things interesting."

Y/N clinked his margarita with Tony's brown beer bottle. "To new friends," he repeated.

"So," Tony said, taking another sip of his bottle. "Tell me more about yourself."

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Tony and Y/N talked for what seemed like hours, the passage of time becoming irrelevant to them. Y/N went on an extended rant about his ex-boyfriend, Tony listening intently, which Y/N very much appreciated. Tony in turn told Y/N about Avengers and Stark Industries business. Y/N tried hard to understand Tony's talks on logistics, all for the sake of how Tony's eyes lit up with interest when talking about the nitty-gritty of his company.

After I while, their conversation started dwindling down. The initial flirtiness settled down to a comfortable silence. The buzz from the alcohol had faded into a pleasant comfort that made Y/N feel warm inside. Y/N looked around the bar, noticing how the crowded place had thinned out. "Looks like we cleared the place out, huh?"

Tony set his beer bottle down, stretching his arms. "Guess we did. Time flies when you have fun. Or when you're with a cute person."

A warmth covered Y/N's face red. "It's been nice talking to you, Tony." He checked the time on his phone, eyes widening when he saw the time. "It's getting quite late. Me and Sal...where is that girl anyways?" Sal's entire existence completely slipped from Y/N's mind.

"Looks like Cap and your friend are hitting it off quite well." Y/N glanced towards the booth Steve was sitting in. There was very much indeed Sal chatting up a storm with Captain America. What surprised Y/N the most was that Steve actually enjoyed talking to her? He nodded, smile bright and charming as Sal's mouth moved continuously.

"Huh," Y/N mused. He looked towards Tony once more. Y/N wasn't quite sure how but Tony looked even more attractive since the last time he looked.

"I think it's time for us to call it a night, Y/N," Tony said, his voice slightly disappointed. Y/N also found himself unhappy as well. "Though, I'd like for us to see each other again. For margaritas or beer – or something stronger if you prefer." He pulled a sleek black business card from his pocket and handed it to Y/N.

"I'll take you up on that, Tony," Y/N replied, pocketing the card. Y/N stared softly at Tony, feeling a fluttery feeling in his chest. He noticed the closeness between them on the bar chairs.

Y/N hesitated for a brief moment, his mind racing with both excitement and nerves. The temptation to close the gap between them was overwhelming, and he could feel himself gravitating towards Tony.

Tony's gaze flickered towards Y/N's lips, seemingly understanding his intentions. Y/N felt a surge of confidence rush through him. He wanted this, and he knew damn well Tony did too. Without thinking further, Y/N closed the space between him and Tony, lips connecting in an intimate kiss.

Their lips started slowly at first – tentative as if testing the waters. But then Tony responded, pressing back with a gentle ferocity that made Y/N's stomach flutter. The kiss was slow and exploratory, full of curiosity and intrigue.

Y/N's eyes closed as he felt himself melt into Tony's touch. His hands found their way towards Tony's shoulders, linking them around and slightly grazing the fabric of his suit. Y/N could feel Tony's hands lightly caressing his waist, sending tingles around his entire body.

When they both pulled away, Y/N's eyes fluttered open and met Tony's, a mixture of surprise and fluster playing around both of their smiles.

"Wow," Y/N said, breathless. "That was unexpected."

"Yeah," Tony responded, sounding winded himself. "I definitely want to see you again now."

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Tony and Steve insisted on driving Y/N and Sal home, however, Y/N protested heavily against it. Sal was definitely on board with the idea but was drowned out by Y/N's persistent opposition.

After saying their goodbyes to the two Avengers, Y/N and Sal started on home. "So...," she began, sporting a toothy smile.

Y/N reciprocated her wide grin. "We'll debrief tomorrow."

FIN

A/N: Catch the Modern Family names 😼 Hope you enjoyed it!

Juno | Steve Rogers/Captain America x Male!Reader (SMUT😉)

A/N: Wow another Steve Rogers fic. Anyways this one is smut. Also this is my first ever attempt at writing smut so it's going to be really bad. So enjoy!

Title and plot (loosely) based off of Sabrina Carpenter's new song (stream the album btw or else):

Juno

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: I might let you make me Juno 😉

Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral sex

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“And then he said to me, ‘How about you change your dentures!’” A chorus of laughter erupted from around the table. Among the voices and chuckles was Y/N, sporting a fake laugh to hide the pain he was currently feeling on the inside. He so badly wanted to leave, thinking that laughing at whatever he was presented with would help pass the night. 

Y/N was an Avenger. He loved his job – no doubt. He loved being able to help people on a worldwide scale, and the overall idea of doing something that mattered. However, what Y/N didn’t realize was that the fine print of the Avenger’s contract included him forcefully being present at the annual U.S. Defence Symposium Convention, where diplomats and political leaders from around the globe gathered to discuss foreign affairs. While he never had to speak during these conventions, Y/N’s presence was required for Avengers PR reasons. Why it couldn’t be anyone else was a question he’d never find the answer to. Luckily for him, he wasn’t alone this year. Even better for him, he was with his lovely boyfriend.

Y/N glanced towards Steve at the other side of the circular table. Steve was already looking at him, wearing a similar bored expression. The two shared tired smiles. A positive that came with being Captain America’s boyfriend was intimate looks like these, shared across dinner tables, conference meetings, and other situations where they couldn’t be close. Looks and glances that made Y/N feel warm inside. No one else knew, even the team, of their clandestine relationship, afraid of the uproar that would come if it were to become public. The controversy that came with two of the United States’ defensive powerhouses dating – especially considering both were men – was something Y/N chose to think about rarely.

The senator continued his comedically-not-funny joke, and Y/N felt grey hairs growing. He knew he had to leave or he would’ve broken down in tears. As a guest speaker was about to be introduced, Y/N politely excused himself from the table and glanced towards Steve, his eyes already on him. He gave him a wink – a not-so-discrete signal they both came up with before arriving, loosely meaning, ‘I can’t handle this anymore and I need to get the fuck out of here – meet me in the bathroom.’ 

As he walked through the halls of the large venue, he marvelled at the grandness of the building where the convention was held. While he despised being there, he had to admit the building was architecturally and aesthetically pleasing, being more on the higher end of NYC establishments with its Art Deco-inspired assets. When Y/N made it to the bathroom, he checked beneath the stalls to see if anyone was present before letting out a loud groan. He knew he had to talk to Nick Fury later to discuss his supposedly mandatory attendance at the energy-draining convention. He couldn’t stand another second here. Leaning against the sink, he waited for Steve to arrive.

After about two minutes, the door to the washroom opened, and Y/N was met with Steve's presence. Steve raised his eyebrows, silently asking if anyone else was there, to which Y/N responded by shaking his head. “What did it, huh?” Steve asked, closing the door behind him.

“That geriatric senator, obviously – Senator Shortdick,” Y/N groaned. The senator’s name was actually in fact Dick – something Y/N’s immaturity found astoundingly hilarious. “His very long extended joke about…I don’t even know actually.” 

“He was talking about his son, Y/N,” Steve said, walking closer to the other man. “It was a nice story – very wholesome.” When Steve reached Y/N, he wrapped his arms around his waist before giving him a small peck. 

Y/N’s eyes met Steve’s, and they both gave each other reassuring smiles. They both desperately wanted to leave, but were aware they legally couldn’t.

“I don’t think I can handle this anymore, Steve,” Y/N’s voice whined, laying his head on Steve’s muscular chest, and caressing his sides. “I need something exciting.” Suddenly, as if he had an epiphany, Y/N conjured a devious idea to pass the time. Looking up at Steve, he gave him a half-lidded look, an action he did in jest whenever he wanted something from him. “We should fuck right now.” 

Steve only responded with a bewildered look, slowly shaking his head and reprimanding Y/N’s unsavoury suggestion. “We can’t, Y/N,” he said. “It’s too risky. Not to mention, distasteful – we’re in public.” Steve was the more rational person in their relationship, often taking Y/N’s outrageous ideas to heed.

“Why not, Stevie?” Y/N’s voice feigned softness and seductivity. “Isn’t it exciting,” he started, arms sliding up Steve’s clothed bicep. “The idea of getting caught here.” 

“Not really-.” Before Steve could continue, Y/N connected their lips. It started soft – short and sweet – before gradually getting more intense and feverish. Steve pushed the small of Y/N’s back closer, deepening the touch of their lips. Steve wanted Y/N badly, and Y/N was aware of that. He always knew that he had some type of figurative spell over Steve, causing him to be more acquiescent towards him than any other member of the team – even before they started dating. Steve was entirely bewitched by Y/N.

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The two eventually locked themselves in one of the bathroom stalls, lips already connected and moving together hungrily. Both prayed no toilet would come beckoning some diplomat’s bladder amidst their carnal moment together. As they continued face-fucking each other, Y/N trailed his hands down towards Steve’s pantsuit. He palmed Steve’s already present bulge, rubbing it with the soles of his hand and causing a quiet whimper to leave Steve’s mouth. At hearing Steve’s sultry noise, Y/N felt his cock growing harder and heavier.

Y/N broke their lips’ ravenous movement and began unbuttoning Steve’s tux. “I saw you practically ogling me in there.” He bit one of Steve’s sensitive spots on his neck, eliciting a low groan from his throat. “It’s like you were begging to fuck me with your fuck-me eyes.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve panted in response. 

“Stay oblivious then, Stevie.” Y/N slipped Steve’s suit off, revealing his muscled buff chest. Not even a second later, Y/N’s mouth began trailing down Steve’s torso. He peppered kisses all over Steve’s chest, going further and further down until he was on his knees. Y/N came face-to-face with Steve’s growing bulge. He salivated, thinking about taking Steve’s entire cock in one go – the idea of hearing Steve’s whimpers made his dick even firmer.

Steve’s gaze was locked on Y/N. His eyes were half-closed, face flushed with both lust and pleasure. Y/N then unbuttoned Steve’s pants before taking them off which revealed Steve’s undergarments. Without sparing another moment, Y/N yanked Steve’s boxers off. Steve’s cock, upon being unclothed, sprung upwards and ached in the cold bathroom air. It begged for attention that Y/N’s mouth was more than willing to give. A slight droplet of precum was already at the slit which made Y/N even more aroused. Not wanting Steve to finish quickly (as if that is even a problem with his serum-induced stamina), Y/N started slow. He gave Steve’s shaft one long lick at the base, relishing the semi-salty taste. Y/N continued licking, throwing occasional glances towards Steve and how he was reacting. The quiet whimpering coming out of Steve’s mouth was evident he wanted – needed more. “Just please take it all, Y/N,” he quietly whined.

Y/N chuckled. He decided Steve had been good tonight and, sparing him from further punishment, took his entire cock in his mouth. A loud moan erupted from Steve to which he quickly clamped his hand over his mouth to silence. Y/N had to adjust to Steve’s size for a moment before doing anything further. Despite having done this several times, Y/N always thought Steve’s dick was maybe too big for him. This wasn’t that much of a problem for him as while he did struggle in throating it, it did make his ass feel good. And very sore afterwards. After a brief moment, Y/N began to slowly move his head up and down Steve’s cock. Steve struggled to quiet down his noises of pleasure as much as Y/N struggled trying not to choke. With each movement of Y/N’s head, Steve was hitting the back of his throat which sent a wave of pleasure down his spine. Steve, however, wanted much more.

To Y/N’s shock, Steve bundled his hands in his H/C locks and shoved him further down his throat. Y/N’s eyes went wide, gagging noises coming from his clogged mouth. Before Y/N could steady himself, Steve began ramming his throat at a rapid speed, his attempt to quiet himself vanishing as he prioritized quickly getting off with Y/N’s mouth. As Steve continued at his pace, he let out breathy moans that were amplified and reverbed by the bathroom’s walls. While Steve was in pure bliss at his cock being serviced, Y/N was not able to cope with the sudden change. His hands were placed on both of Steve’s thighs, trying to steady himself. Tears pricked near the corner of his eyes as his entire buccal cavity and throat continued being ransacked by Steve’s length. Each time Steve’s cock hit the rear of his throat, Steve shuddered and Y/N gagged loudly. As Steve began nearing his climax, he began to go even quicker than his initial speed, causing Y/N’s tears to freefall down his cheeks. With one loud grunt and a sloppy thrust, Steve came down Y/N’s throat. As Y/N felt the warm and salty fluid trail down his throat, Steve’s breaths became more shallow.

Steve leaned against the stall’s door, and a slick ‘pop’ sounded as he took his cock out of Y/N’s mouth. He was still recovering from his orgasm as Y/N quickly got up from his knees and roughly pushed his chest. “Dude!’ Y/N half-yelled. “What the fuck was that? You nearly killed me!”

Steve staggered slightly at Y/N’s hit. He looked at Y/N with a confused expression that quickly vanished upon seeing his tear-stained cheeks. An apologetic look promptly dawned. “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine it’s just,” Y/N said while wiping his face, “you have to warn me first before you do that.” 

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.” Steve did look remorseful. His face looked as if he had accidentally kicked a dog. “We should probably stop now.”

Y/N gave looked at him incredulously. “Are you kidding me?” He pointed sternly towards Steve, his voice coming out furious with a tinge of playfulness. “The only apology I’ll accept now is if you fuck me right here.”

“But, Y/N, I don’t have the…” Steve’s voice trailed off.

“The what, Steve?”

“You know,” Steve said, face slightly pink. “The wet thing and the rubber thing?”

An actual genuine look of bewilderment made its way onto Y/N’s face. “You mean condoms and lube?” Steve nodded shyly and Y/N began to laugh. “Steve, you just pounded my face in. Don’t give me any shit about you being too coy to say the words ‘condom’ and ‘lube’.” He then glanced down towards Steve’s penis which was already erect again. “Plus, your thing,” he continued, mocking Steve’s mannerisms, “still looks pretty wet from my spit. And as far as I remember, none of us have any diseases.” Y/N quickly looked towards Steve. “Right?” Steve nodded his head quickly, still too embarrassed to respond. Before Steve could do anything further, Y/N took his pants off alongside his underwear. “You’re already hard again, Steve. What are you gonna do 'bout it?”

Y/N’s teasing tone evoked Steve’s earlier confidence, leading to him hoisting Y/N around his waist, a quick yelp coming out of Y/N at the sudden movement. Before Y/N could say anything, Steve hastily prevented him by connecting their lips. Their tongues quickly tangled together, saliva combining and becoming indistinguishable from one another. “Steve, just put it in already, God.” Y/N’s voice came out breathy and unstable. Steve obeyed quicker than usual, seemingly eager to come a second time that night. Grabbing his cock with one hand and supporting Y/N with the other, he angled it towards Y/N's gaping hole. Without wasting any more time, Steve promptly thrust the entirety of his length inside of Y/N. A filthy ludicrous whine came from Y/N’s throat. His prostate was already being reached by Steve’s tip, causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head. He was euphoric and as Steve started moving, his speed matching that of earlier, Y/N felt like he ascended. 

Steve was usually gentle whenever they had sex, but he decided to spare no mercy tonight. His thrusts were aggressive, leaving Y/N unable to handle the surplus of pleasure he was feeling. With each graze felt by his prostate, he was sent further into the heavenly bliss he felt. “H-have you seen that one movie,” Y/N said in between heavy pants. “Juno?” He knew it was a stupid question, both in the situation he asked it in, and how he knew Steve had barely seen anything made in the 21st century.

Steve continued thrusting into Y/N, the sound of their skin slapping reverberating around the room. “No – fuck,” Steve’s voice came out breathless. “What is that?” His face was contorting into different variations of lewd expressions, making Y/N’s hard-on even stiffer. It was rare to see the Captain America in such a vulnerable state, and Y/N savoured the fact he was the only person who was able to see him like this. 

The pleasure Y/N felt inside of him was indescribable. Their fucking had never reached this level of catharsis. “Nothing – it doesn’t matter. Just keep going, Steve…please…” Y/N saw the little dribble of precum dripping from his cock. He was close. And Y/N knew Steve was too from how his pounds started becoming sloppier, and how his hands gripped his ass tighter. Their lips found each other again, and their tongues connected. Steve swallowed all of Y/N’s whimpers, biting his lower lip to prevent any would-be passersby from hearing his erotic gasps for air. 

“I’m gonna come, Y/N,” Steve breathlessly spoke. His pacing started to decline, and his entire body trembled. 

As Steve was about to endure another orgasm, Y/N saw him about to pull out. Suddenly, he protested with a hoarse sigh, “No, Steve, just finish inside me – it’s fine.” Steve nodded his head silently, not needing to be told twice. Their pants continued syncing together as Steve rode out his climax. Another load of his hot white cream exited him and filled Y/N to the brim. Shortly after Steve finished, Y/N felt his climax coming in. Steve continued floppily thrusting to aid in his release, soon releasing in thick ribbons that covered his and Steve’s chests. 

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Steve gently collapsed both of their bodies on the ground. The pair were in a state of exhausted pleasure, their breaths still deep and frequent. It stayed this way for a few minutes – Steve and Y/N basking in the decline of their orgasms in a comfortable silence. Y/N glanced down towards his ass, a tad icked out by Steve’s jizz pouring out of him. “It’s kind of gross isn’t it,” he said to Steve. 

Steve was broken out of his euphoric trance upon hearing Y/N’s voice. “What is?” He said, still catching his breath.

“Look,” Y/N signalled to his downward area. “It looks really strange.” The pair’s eyes met and they both erupted in boisterous laughter. 

As they started quieting down from what they considered the funniest thing of that night, Steve suddenly remembered what Y/N asked earlier. “Hey, what was it with that movie you asked me about earlier.”

“Juno?” Y/N responded.

“Yeah, that one.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” Y/N said, getting uncharacteristically shy. “I just thought…it’d be nice if we have kids one day.” Y/N then realized what he said and began doubling down. “I mean, that is if you want any with me at all – children I mean. A family.”

Steve didn’t say anything. Instead, he smiled at Y/N, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly. Y/N responded by giving him a meek smile. They both were met with another silence, their love-laced gazes filling each other with a comforting warmth. 

“How are we gonna get out of here, Steve?” Y/N’s voice came out softly, too absorbed in the moment to genuinely care about where they were.

“Now that is the predicament, isn’t it?” Steve said, reciprocating Y/N’s blissful voice.

Fortunately, it was evident that luck was on their side that night as no one had entered the bathroom at any point in their love-making.

FIN

A/N: My Google searches are legit “Synonyms for ‘cock’ in fanfiction”, “Synonyms for ‘moaning’ in fanfiction”, “Synonyms of ‘cum’ in fanfiction”, and “How to write smut properly.” Anyways, hope you enjoyed whatever that mess was!