authors note: finally wrote this😳😳 im actually really proud of it! it’s really cute to me😊😊 yay omg ok I hope it’s not too ooc and not too self inserty,,, I didn’t rewatch the movie beforehand so. Gulp
you sat upon the drooping steps of your rickety porch that was built poorly upon your trailer. The makeshift awning somewhat covering you from the warm and blinding ray that the sun provided, a gentle breeze blowing through, make your wind chimes well known.
looking to the source of the sound, you had a plethora of wind chimes, some store bought, some home made, and some were very special.
a cheap butterfly, a big dent in its body, one of the chimes had been torn, and replaced with beer caps, rings and pieces of glass.
an old dry blunt lay curled in one of its antennas, it swung along with the wind, making a harmonious melody with all the others.
it was maybe one of the tackiest ones, but it was your favorite.
on you and pilots first date at some rundown diner, he couldn’t secure the perfect gift. He claimed it was going to woo you over.
that was before he found out he was broker than shit to get you the extravagant bundle of flowers he was planning to suprise you with.
so a last minute trip at a practically abandoned antique shop, he presented a busted up butterfly wind chime. It was far from perfect, to anyone else, that was.
to you, it was more valuable than gold.
that crappy wind chime was the sole reason you had a uncountable now, littering your small yard wherever you could hang one.
you smiled at it, admiring how the sun glinted off the busted up metal.
you shifted your knees, looking down to your sneakers, littered with writing done by pilot, all kinds of scribbles and drawings, lyrics of songs you would remember even if you became a vegetable.
Mismatched laces with an assortment of beads ran on them, also not matching. you remember giving Pilot free reign of decorating your skinners, you smiled widely at the memory of when he discovered all your beads, how his eyes glimmered on certain colors and patterns, especially at the glittery ones.
your arms rested upon your knees, clad in your favorite jeans, embroidered butterflies on the back pockets.
your foot tapped rhythmically to an unheard melody in your head, your eyes following the way the leaves fluttered carelessly upon their branches.
broken away from your thoughts as your ears perked up to the sound of gravel crunching, your head swinging to the source of the sound, like a dog who knows when their owners home.
buzzing with excitement, you smiled wide at the sight of him, dressed as usually in that abrasively green visor, with that lazily grin upon his lips, even from afar.
you waited somewhat… patiently, as he trekked through the trailer park, tripping over a stray beer can left over from a rambunctious neighbor. you erupted with giggles as he played up his fall.
soon he came bounding towards you, practically trampling you and meshing you with th steps as he let his weight fall upon you. making you let out a guffaw and laugh more, hands shifting upon his body to try and push him off.
fingers curling tight into his thin button up that he layered with you shoved him off playfully, no real threat in your movements. stumbling back pilot smiled wide at you, shining brighter than the sun, which shone down on him as of currently, highlighting his gelled up hair, a green glow due to his visor upon his face.
both of you looked at eachother for a minute and giggled, a secret language only you two understood.
your head tilted up to look at him, squinting slightly from the bright sun, pilot let out another giggle before grabbing porch rail and sitting down clumsily, shaking the poorly made craft.
“easy! I can’t afford to fix this thing if you fuck up.” you chastised, your smile never leaving your face despite your words.
your eyes trailed over his face, flickering to his lips before turning your head. Watching two stray cats fight in the distance.
“I don’t want to ask my neighbor to help again, half the time building this was just spent ogling me.” you shivered at the thought.
“I could’ve helped you y’know..” he chimes in. Still grinning, knowing damn well if pilot helped you with building something it would’ve ended up looking like a side act at a carnival.
“yeah right, if you helped me this porch would’ve ended upside down somehow.” you teased.
before pilot could continue your worthless banter, the crinkle of a plastic bag he held caught your attention, arching a brow. seeing a collection of blunts shoved in there.
you watched as he grabbed one haphazardly and put it between his lips, glancing to you and grabbing another out of the messy bag, handing it to you.
you were never one for drugs, your whole life you swayed away from that sort of thing, it scared you how it could mess with people’s minds.
you weren’t big on anything else, but weed was one of the only things he did persuade you into, only for him.
You fitted it between your fingers, staring attentively at how he wrapped it, you hummed, wiggling it before hearing the click of his lighter, some crappy looney tunes one you got for him at a garage sale couple weeks back. leaning your hand over for a light, but he refused to light it like that. “Cmon put in-“ he mumbled, nodding towards your lips, making you raise a brow and grin, amused. “How romantic.” you hummed, placing it between your lips hesitantly, still nervous. Even with his presence.
he shifted closer, your knees touching now as he lit it, pretty blue eyes fixed on your lips. A light faded scar lay upon the middle of your lip, due to your habit of chewing your lip and pulling the skin roughly, he remembered how bad it bled that day, whenever you too kissed he made sure to run his tongue over it a few times.
he leaned away, finally. Roughly shoving the lighter in his pocket, setting the flimsy plastic bag aside. Your eyes meeting lazily , you took a deep inhale, before turning and blowing smoke away from him, eyes flickering all over his face.
He did the same.
Sitting like that for a while, knees touching. smoking quietly together in one another’s presence.
he was taking a lot more hits than you, you hummed watching him, before breaking the silence.
“You want something to eat? Can’t smoke weed all day.” You doubted that, you know you couldn’t, but knowing Pilot..
he nodded. “Whadya got?” Those big doe eyes fixated on you made you gulp thickly, looking down. “how about like oranges or something right now? maybe later we’ll have some sandwiches.” you looked back up, letting out a breath as your eyes met again. “Sound good?” He nodded, you handed him the blunt, leaping up nervously, shy of your own boyfriend, you laughed lightly at the thought as you opened your dingy screen door, disappearing for a few seconds.
you returned with two large oranges, sitting back down, handing it to him.
setting his blunt aside,
you watched as he practically tore into it with childlike excitement, digging his finger nails into the skin, peeling it away messily.
watching with curiosity, he messily shoved a slice into his mouth.
just as you were about to focus on your own orange, he bit down messily before the rest of the slice even got in his mouth, juice spilling everywhere.
Your pupils dilated as you saw it spill past his lips and down his chin.
Pilot didn’t seem too bothered, shoving a couple more into his mouth, more juice trickling down from his chin to his throat, slipping past his bobbing Adam’s apple.
You watched with intense interest, your breathing heavy. The weed slowly going in your system not helping. Your whole body buzzing with warmth.
Pilot chewed noisily before gulping, his eyes flickered to you.
You looked like a cat about to pounce, your had unconsciously digging hard into your jeans.
He let out a laugh at your state, his neck glistening with orange juice, a couple droplets resting upon his sun-kissed skin.
“Are you buggin?” He hummed, intrigued.
He lifted his hand to wipe it off but you reacted quickly, clutching his wrist and sitting closer, thighs meshing together.
“You could say that.” You mumbled out, your eyes finally going to his again.
“messy eater huh?” you shifted close against him, leaning into him, god he was so warm, it wasn’t helping your situation.
His eyes were hooded, a lazily grin on his lips, his had maneuvering to lock fingers with yours, usually you weren’t this bold. In Pilots mind introducing weed to you was better than bread and butter.
“you could say that…” he echoed you, smiling proudly.
the two of you pressed impossibly close, his hands trailing to your sides, squeezing your hips experimentally.
You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head to dodge his visor, before closing the small gap.
Your lips met, locking on one another, your hands traveling to his neck, one getting lost in his messy hair, the on his shoulder, pulling him closer, somehow..
his tongue lazily slid on your bottom lip, requiring entrance, which you happily obliged.
He let out a moan of approval, followed by a whimper from you.
His hands were warm, resting on the small of your back, resting teasingly under your tank-top.
Giggling into each others mouths, your tongues doing a careless dance together. Letting out a symphony sounds of enjoyment, you pulled away, immediately going down to his neck, licking up the column of it, savoring the taste of oranges.
He groaned, he pushed you closer instinctively. you pressed soft kisses up his throat, kissing stray moles and freckles that the sun granted.
You nipped a couple times, before working back up to his mouth, sighing as your lips met again.
your tongues traveled in his mouth, feeing his teeth, sucking softly on his canines, eliciting moans from him.
“god..fuck” he laughed giddily.
pulling away reluctantly, you stared at eachother for a long time.
your hooded eyes looked down to his hard-on and smiled, teasingly palm him, watching his face scrunch up before the two of you laughed again.
“how about those sandwiches?” You suggested.
“alright..” he hummed.
standing up, you laced your fingers, before pilot swung around, grabbing your abandoned blunts, gently putting it between your lips, before disappearing in your little trailer.
posting an excerpt from my jacemond x obsession au wip bc i miss posting on here :3
“I just want you to be Jace.”
Jace’s expression shatters. He throws his head back and emits a low, grisly wail from the base of his throat. “I can’tttttt.” He cries, words drawn out like the whine of a misbehaving toddler in the midst of a tantrum. It leaves Aemond stunned—unsure of how to proceed when the boy is so delicately unraveling before him. Not at all like the Jace he knows.
He finds that he can only stare at the boy with a widened eye, jaw slack as his mouth threatens to hang open for a moment. He comes back to himself with a shake of his head. “You are Jace.” He insists, moving in closer until he can touch Jace. He grabs him by the shoulders, a gentle yet firm grip. “So just be Jace.”
“I can’t, I can’t.” The boy sobs, tears spilling down his cheeks. He shakes his head over and over, like a damaged record set on a loop.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
While the Bringer of Happiness can fulfill anyone's wish - there is one she cannot. And despite her ethereal beauty - why does the Moonflower Queen never really smile so?
or ; Eternal Sugar Cookie confronts the Moonflower Queen about her happiness.
so uhh... hello! here's a surprise sugarlily short one-shot! i wrote this on a whim because i realized i should probably do some experiments before continuing the multi-chapter fic (because i am impulsive and i need to know better.) also i need to get used to writing eternal sugar like i did with shadow milk in the past...
it's not going to be connected to anything else, just a standalone because it wouldn't fit with anything else. i'm not super satisfied with it and it can be waaayyyy better but i'm kind of tired and i still got other Important Things i gotta work on for now TwT
that being said, hope you enjoy nonetheless!! ^_^/
Idk why but somehow it was more erotic may God help me with this need TO FUCK THESE MEN
No need to beg! There are more on the way 😁 The big all-in-one post took me out though, so I'll be doing individual releases this time around.
Anon, I feel ya. I'm so down bad for these guys it's not even funny. 😩
Please enjoy some Choso in the meantime and thanks so much for reading!
~Yuri
Synopsis | Choso learns that not everything on the internet can be trusted. But he can always trust in you ♡
Content | mdni, Choso x fem!reader
This is part 2 of a "realistic" smut series. Read part 1 here!
Choso is ready. He's done his research. He's come prepared. Armed with new knowledge and bolstered by fresh confidence, he wants nothing more than to show you what he's learned and put the memory of your most recent amorous encounter behind you both. That's why he flashes you a clever grin as he pulls out not one, but two condoms to set on your bedside table.
"Ooh, someone's been thinking ahead!" You praise him, taking notice. "Always good to have a backup."
"I didn't want a repeat of last time," he recalls, one bashfull hand rubbing the back of his neck. "So, I did some reading up on my own this time."
"Impressive!" You coo.
With a coy smile, he slides on the first condom, watching as you give your hips a little wiggle of anticipation. Ready to impress, he reaches for the second.
"Wait, Cho, what are you doing...?"
"I told you," he smirks. "I don't want a repeat of last time, so I'll be wearing two. They call it 'double bagging.'"
"Oh...Cho, that's not ummm..." you squirm, trying to find the right words.
"What's wrong?"
"That's actually not the best idea, despite what some people might think. They're actually more likely to rip or come off..." your voice trails away watching as his face falls. "It's not your fault, though!" You hasten to reassure him. "The internet is full of misinformation. I'd love to hear what else you've learned!" Face brightening, Choso scooches forward eargerly for his chance at redemption.
"Let's see..." he recollects. "Size isn't as big a deal as people make it."
"Good! I'm glad you understand that," you encourage.
"Oh! And communication is really important!"
"Absolutely! You can always be open and honest with me, Cho!"
"I know," he says. "That's why I haven't been faking any of my orgasms!"
"Oh, wow I-" It's all you can do not to burst out laughing. "I figured as much."
"Speaking of fake, I never realized porn could be so misleading!"
"Yeah...unfortunately it's full of misconceptions and myths," you agree.
"Yeah! Like the g-spot!"
"Oh. Actually, that one's real," you can't help but laugh this time. "It's just really hard to find. We'll work on it."
"Ughhh!" He cries in frustration, falling back against the bed. "How does anyone figure this all out?!"
"Time and patience. Lots of practice," you say with a wink. "And you don't have to rely on the internet alone. You can always come to me with questions, you know."
"There is something I wanted to ask you!" He remembers, sitting up. "What's a MILF?"
"A MILF?!" You repeat in surprise.
"Yeah! I keep getting these advertisements. Whatever it is, there are dozens in our area!"
WARNINGS: fluff, somewhat suggestive? kissing, some angst, mentions of saw traps, mentions of blood. Adam is suggested to be trans. AU where he survives the trap
authors note: HIHI!!! WOAW.. my second fanfic ever… crazy…. ok I just got the random urge to finish this fanfics that’s rotted in my notes app for months,, and I like it!!! jeff buckley was playing while I did this thank him ok
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the sun sneaked its way through the thin curtains, kissing the skin of you and adam.
the two of you were a bundle of limbs, arms wrapped around eachother, legs tangled up together, your eyes tracing over his face, warm hands radiating under his thin shirt, resting on the scars that rest upon his chest, your fingers dancing along them gently, a soft hum between the two of you.
whatever record that was playing was background noise in your mind, a faint buzz as the evening sunset sneaked its way through the curtains, which were really sheets, holes ripped into them and suspended onto hooks, floral and tacky.
the rug imprinted into your skin, your shirt lazily curled up to the rolls of your stomach. Adam’s hand rested easy upon your hip, fingers dipping into the waistband of your underwear. Seeking the warmth, a shiver running through your body at the action, making the ends of Adam’s mouth quirk up in amusement. Letting out a hum that vibrated beneath your palms.
you scooted closer, goosebumps forming along your skin. “you’re freezing.” you smiled, no real venom to your voice as you grinned at one another. “good thing youre warm then.” adam quipped, arm curling around your middle, pulling you impossibly closer, having you squirm against him in protest.
the two of you let out a fit of giggles, helplessly trying to squirm away from him. the two of you rolled around upon the carpet, shaking with laughter as Adam’s cold hands slipped up your shirt.
after a couple minutes of tussling with one another, Adam’s shenanigans ceased, leaving you laying beneath him, staring at his big grin as the two of you huffed for air, a laugh leaving your lips.
you two stayed like that for a while, breathing in one another, adams arms on either side of your head, shaky with exhaustion. you gently snaked your arms from your sides, hands gently cupping either side of his face.
your thumbs swiped up against his cheek bones, before you tugged down softly, and he immediately collapsed into you, making you let out an amused chuckle. his face burrowed into your neck, nose tickling the sensitive skin.
he pressed a soft, slow kiss upon your pulse, letting out a hum as he felt it skip a beat beneath his lips.
your fingers tangled in his hair as he pressed warm kisses to your neck, along with teasing bites that made your heart race.
his fingers toyed with the band of your underwear, sneakily slipping down before coming back to hold your hips, keeping you snuggly against him.
this little charade went on for a while, the two of your voices intertwining together as you let out soft giggles. Your body still moving in protest against his teasing touches, but your hands only pushed him closer.
after a plethora of kisses and bites were left upon your neck, adam lifted his head slowly, the grin you fell inlove with etched on his face. Your skin glistening with his saliva. He adjusted and rested his head upon your love bitten collarbone. Breathing in one another fo a while once again, your heart beat slowing down. Your fingers found their way into his dark locks, playing and toying with his hair for a little before resting on his scalp.
It was rare the two of you got moments like this anymore. Moments where you forgot where Adam ended and you began. Moments when there was no one else in the entire world. No sounds interrupting your quiet moment, the whole room buzzing with a feeling that felt to raw, it dug too deep into the two of you, twisting its way into your hearts.
it was hard to find moments like this with the buzz of your normal routine you two had crafted together through the 3 years you’ve been together.
life had been especially hard since the trap.
You’ll never forget how he looked when you arrived at the police station. Like a lost and scared puppy, your heart ached seeing the blood on him, seeing the man you had wormed yourself into, who was always so full of love, that had that awkward charm. Who listened to all his CDs too loud, kept all the tabs from his soda cans to make into jewelry, who pirated endless amounts of tv shows and movies he could care less about just because you mentioned them once.
seeing all of that color washed away, like a water color painting that’s too rushed, the colors splotch and melt into one another and ruin. your water color painting. Pent and curved at the edges. Your Adam.
sitting in that cold, hard and metal question room.
You gulped hard at the memory, how he became like a rock, the nightmares never ending, the paranoia become worse ever day.
Adam noticed the way you hardened, fingers tightened in his hair, your eyes spaced out as you stared at the ceiling fan that didn’t work anymore. rosaries hanging from its panels, the decals of wood chipping.
“You with me?” his voice broke through all your thoughts like a knife slicing through butter. Eyes flicking to him in an instant. The crypt of broken memories washing away the minute your eyes locked. You cleared the phlegm and anxiety in your throat and hummed, dimples popping out.
“Yeah.” Adam mimicked your expression, his teeth revealing themselves with a soft smile, reserved for you.
His arms tightened around you, his shirt riding up more along with yours, skin messing together, your chin resting upon his hair. Absorbing each other until you both drifted off to sleep, bathed in sunlight, wrapped up in eachother.
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written by yurisoldier400/@teethkinksoldier
I do not condone my work being stolen or fed into ai.
summary: after getting an unsettling letter in the mail, you’re given a limited time with your boyfriend before he’s deployed again. You two make the most of it
warnings: ftm!Anthony, strap, strap penetration, teeth sucking, biting, marks, spit, kissing, lots of fluff, reader,, like gets the strap put in them,, but not specified where,,, finger sucking, strap referred to as dick sometimes, using spit as lube, strap warming, mentions of war and trauma, established relationship, not military accurate
word count: 4,509
authors note: ok hopefully this is good I was contemplating writing this for a couple days,,, hopefully the smuts good because I am not very educated in straps😢😢😢 ok if I messed up tell me ok,,
the deployment letter had been a haunting reminder every day, a dark cloud looming over you and Anthony for 2 weeks.
you knew it was going to happen, you hated it with all your being, having to be away from him again. You wished you could wrap yourself tight around his being and never let go.
it wrecked you receiving that in the mail, shuffling through bills and magazines, and then there it was. Laying there like it should’ve proud of itself, Anthony and yours apartment typed out neatly on the front. Curious from the mysterious letter you ripped it open, only to be met with someone you dreaded more than death at this point.
you felt like you were going to throw up reading it over and over again, gripping it so tight like it was going to crumple to dust and leave you and Tony’s quiet life alone.
the first couple weeks of Tony being home last time from his year long time in war, were rough.
it took a long time to find a groove, to learn how war had reshaped him, but you were patient.
at this point nothing could drag you two apart, you were close, ever since college, remembering how he approached you in the schools library one day, awkwardly but somehow, charmingly, in his own way, asking you out on a date, and the both of you never looked back.
the news the letter brought planted a terrible seed in the both of you, curling into your stomach, making you feel sick with anxiety.
you dreaded telling Anthony when he got back from the grocery store, something peaceful and mundane, that’s how you had desperately tried to keep life since he came back home, lived in a quiet neighborhood, watched pretty much boring shows all day, and pretty easy movies when you did have movie nights, your terminator and alien DVDs and violent collection of movies tucked deep in your closet.
you tried to make your coffee like normal, make your oatmeal how you always did, fold blankets over self on the couch like every morning, but every movement made you feel dizzy, you kept wiping your face for sweat that wasn’t there, your body riddled with goosebumps as you gulped thickly, sitting stiffly on the couch until you heard the familiar jingle of keys, a sound that usually sounded like a symphony to you, now only resembled somewhat to the sound of nails in a chalkboard.
turning your head towards him as the door opened, seeing that grin that made your heart do flips, eyes focusing on the gleam of his canines for a second before your body shuddered with another wave, reminding you of the heavy weight that was held by the piece of paper crinkled heavily in your hands.
your face was probably very red from tears you didn’t even realize you head, he was talking about something in a happy tone, setting down bags on the kitchen counter, voice bouncing off the walls, talking about something you wish you could focus on.
Hearing his footsteps get closer, you stayed focus on the tv, before seeing him in your peripherals, looking up, before taking a raggedy breath and sighing, handing him the tote up piece of paper, splotches of tears dampening it in spots.
“you’re getting deployed.” you spoke up, and those words had been a heavy presence for the past weeks.
he left tomorrow, you both were dreading it heavily, the two of you not knowing exactly what this deployment entailed, nor how long it would be.
you two had tried to make of the best of the last two weeks, trying to take as many days off as possible, spending every moment you could with him, trying to savor each kiss, holding eachother tighter at night, laughing louder at each others antics.
Trying to forget what was arriving, slowly but steadily. You both tried to have as much fun as you could, putting up big fronts of big toothy smiles and holding one another’s hands so tight both of your knuckles white.
but regardless, sadness and a great fear ebbed the two of you as the dreaded day approached.
today neither of you could fight the true emotions you felt, a melancholy feeling having a tight grip on you both.
sitting on the edge of your shared bed, you stared at the tiny apartment window, bars on the outside to prevent any incidents.
It was cloudy out, nighttime seeping in, a stale fog slowly forming in the streets, slithering around street lamps, eerily quiet out, it seemed even nature could feel the tension.
Your head hang low, neck aching from the uncomfortable position, fingers digging tight into your jeans, a headache slowly forming.
You weren’t ready for this again, taking deep breaths, already anxious of all the things that could happen, just like last time.
it had been a year since he came home the first time, it seemed too short, way too short. You hated this sick game god had played on you, nothing could ever be calm, never be left alone.
you felt childish, you weren’t the one going to war for a second time.
you feared how Anthony would be if he did come back a second time, more than the possibility of him dying. war had changed him in ways you couldn’t fathom. Sometimes he told you about it, sometimes while sobbing and clutching onto you like a lifeline, sometimes when it felt like it was only you two in the whole world, holding eachother close, his head resting close to your heart.
you knew he didn’t tell you everything, but that never bothered you. Even if the conversation was a couple minutes long, it meant the world that he trusted you with those couple of minutes.
Looking at your interlaced fingers, an old moodring resting on your finger, it didn’t work anymore, it had no sentimentality, just something you’ve add since you were 12, and it never left your hand, more mismatched rings joining alongside it, some from thrift markets Tony passed by in the street and had to get for you, some from old childhood jewelry boxes.
you tried to focus on anything you could, trying to distract your distraught mind, before hearing footsteps, nearing closer until you knew he was in the room, you tilted you head on instinct, eye flicking to the very corner, seeing his silhouette, before looking down to the wood floor.
The bed dipped down as he sat close to you, the cheap springs creaking under his weight.
you felt his eyes on you, you couldn’t help the tears that welled up in them, you felt helpless, acting like this, he didn’t need you a mopey mess now, but you couldn’t help it. A desperate gasp escaped from your lungs before you could stop it, shoving your face roughly in your hands, letting out a shaky sob, feeling your face beat up on top of your palms with tears, softly shaking.
you sat there, slumped with your head in your hands.
slowly a warm hand slid under your shirt and onto the small of your back, rubbing up and down in a gentle rhythm, you smiled into your hands, something you’ve done with Tony a million times, it was just habit now, habit to love eachother.
Pulling away from the safety of your hands, face red, wincing slightly at the warm light from the lamp that sat proudly on your bedside table, due to your eyes adjusting to the darkness even for a moment.
Your eyes met, and you felt like you were gonna break down all over again, letting out a heavy sigh, keeping each others gaze for a while, his face solemn, eyes showing a hint of tears, glassy.
you gently placed your palm on his check, thumb swiping over the mole above his lip, and the dam broke.
his hand on your back slithered and wrapped around you, his other hand following suit, pulling you two impossibly close, shifting on his lap.
Shoving his face into your neck, feeling him shake as you felt hot tears slide onto your skin, his arms wrapping so tight around you it almost hurt, you would’ve cared, but not now.
Tony crying was a rare occurrence, and you tried to be as raw as you could everytime, trying to silently say it was okay, you never pushed him away when he was like this, always letting him shrink into you, make you his safe place, his haven. maybe that’s why you guys had been together 5 years.
your fingers gently traced up his neck, feeling the vertebrae bone that popped up slightly. Before they met his freshly shaven scalp, more tears slipping down your red face, the sensation pricking at your fingers, gently running your hands on his head.
you were supposed to help shave it with him, have an excuse to stand between his legs and steal kisses, but it didn’t end up that way, hating the sight of the electrical razor on bathroom sink, which your anger at seeing it had brought you to the bedroom in the first place.
Upon feeling your hands on his head, he pressed closer into you, letting out a shaky laugh into your skin.
you mimicked him, your laugh wet and scared, wrapping your arm around his shoulders, tightly.
“we’re both pretty cool and collected huh?” you finally spoke, voice rough from crying.
He laughed against your skin, less sad, nodding. “Guess so.” He mumbled, the vibration of his voice against your throat making you hum.
Turning your neck slightly to the alarm, bright red colors on display, soon you’d both go to bed, and he would leave, you held onto him tighter at the thought.
the two of you stayed close for a long time. Almost trying to mold into one another, breathing in one another, your heart beats slowly finding a slow rhythm together, his hands not gripping as tight another, tracing unknown patterns on your back, you doing the same, his neck still planted firmly in the crook of your neck.
Then, you felt a slow, kiss be planted on your neck, it was very subtle, sitting very still, wondering if you made it up, before it was followed by another, and another.
Unconsciously you tilted your head back, letting out a soft sigh as his kisses started to trail up, his hands trailing all over your body, making you giggle giddily, you practically melted into him, enjoying the warmth of the moment.
Until you broke out of your joyous little trance, remembering the seriousness that had took over you two just seconds ago, feeling like you’re taking advantage of him, gently putting your hands on his chest and pushing him away, your eyes meeting this.
you’re expression must have said anything, or maybe you’ve just learned one another too well, either way, he seemed to have read your mind.
“Need this…” he hummed, doing a gentle squeeze on your waist, making you let out a gentle laugh, getting lost in this pretty eyes.
“Need you…” He continued, looking at you with such want, so trusting, you shivered from the intensity of it.
gently untangling your hands that were around his neck, you gently brought them up, cupping his face oh so gently. Akin to how one would pick up something made of porcelain.
looking into each others eyes for a while, a lazily grin growing on his lips, you giggled softly, and hummed, gently bringing his face to yours, lips locking together in a warm embrace, his hands sliding up to your neck, tangling in your hair messily, his other having a firm grip on your hip, the only thing keeping you stable, your whole body wobbly with joy, getting lost in one another.
Your lips gently locking together in a slow kiss, feeling his excitement and nervousness buzzing beneath his skin, it felt like you were having your first time together all over again.
for a while you two stayed that way, gently kissing one another, not doing anything more, but you could feel the want in his touches, how his breathing got heavier, the kiss turned a little more daring, rougher, he nipped at your lip and pulled on it slightly, causing you to gasp into his mouth.
He took this as his chance to prod his tongue into your mouth, making you hum at how forward he was, but you didn’t push him again, arms wrapping snuggly around his neck, humming as his tongue slid around yours.
His hands felt hot as they slid all over your body, never staying in one place.
His fingers ran through your hair messily, desperately almost, as if he had to make sure you were real, touching every part of you he could.
Trailing his hands down to your hips to your legs, and then going all the way back up from your thighs to your stomach and chest, then once again back in your hair before going back on their never ending journey.
your heart was going a mile a minute, he was all you could focus on, all you could hear and smell and feel, his tongue invasive in your mouth, battling against yours. The kiss was hungry, you felt like he was stealing the air from your lungs.
He pulled away, surprisingly, even with how overwhelmed you were feeling you missed it already, but before you could complain his lips were on your neck.
Instinctively you titled your head back, giving him more access. They were teasingly gentle, before he started to nip after each kiss.
The tiny gentle kisses turned sloppy in your neck, feeling his teeth scrape across your skin, making you shiver, gripping on his shoulders for balance as he focused on your neck, grinning into your skin hearing your sighs, a firm hand on your back, probably the only thing keeping you from melting completely into him.
you laughed breathily as he paid close attention to your neck, he did these tiny bites and kisses for a while, the two of you a fit of soft giddy giggles, wiggling against him at every feel of his teeth.
You gained your composure just for a little, before that all crumbled when you felt him gently, bite into your neck entirely, you stiffened up feeling his tongue slide lazily all over, you knew he could feel your rapid heart beat beneath his tongue, not helping you situation.
he removed his mouth from that side of your neck, pleased with how it glistened, a faintly pink bite mark along all the tiny others, his eyes met yours, looking for the go ahead to continue this, and you nodded very vigorously, making him laugh again, making you hum at the sound, especially seeing him grin wide, pupils dilating at the sight of his teeth.
He definitely noticed this, raising a brow, but still smiling, he didn’t understand your fascination with teeth, but it was you, which made it much more bearable.
leaning his head down again, he planted more soft kisses, tickling you slightly, gripping his shirt tightly in anticipation.
He did this for a while, just like he did on the other side, before you felt all his teeth on your neck, feeling him bite down again, but much rougher than last time, holding for a few seconds.
You sucked in harshly, trying not to let out an embarrassing sound he would tease you about afterwards, your eyes fluttering with pleasure, hips bucking up instinctively.
Resting your forehead against his shoulder, huffing as he started to lick against the red, agitated wound, soothing it.
“you like that?” he mumbled into your ear, his breath making you shudder against him.
“A lot.” you hummed.
He let out a huff of a laugh before tugging you shirt down more to reveal your collarbone.
he bit upon your collarbone roughly, before taking over your shirt carelessly, revealing more skin to him.
he kept bitting and licking until your neck and shoulders were collected with marks,
your eyes locked on his, cheeks flushed.
“Doesn’t hurt too bad, right?” He looked to you for confirmation. He was comforted quickly seeing that big smile on your lips, pleased seeing you so happy.
“Just enough.” You sighed, eyes never leaving his.
“Good.” He muttered, eyes darkening as he stared at you.
you leaned down swiftly and captured his lips again, not being able to stand a second more of not kissing him.
You wiggled your tongue greedily into his mouth, knowing what you wanted, your tongue slithering all around his teeth, feeling the curves and enamel slide against your tongue, before going to his canines and sucking harshly, pleased by the moan elicited from him, hands flying to your hips and pressing you tight against him.
You did this for a while, trailing your tongue over his molars and front teeth, humming as he did an experimentally bite on your tongue as it explored his mouth.
You pulled away after you were satisfied.
Your eyes locked lustfully with his, the both of you breathing heavily.
your fingers gently made their way to the hem of his shirt, tugging slightly, signaling that you wanted it gone.
You almost laughed at how fast he took it off, like it burned him, quick to follow anything you said. Any thoughts of amusement were soon to disappear though, quickly paying attention what he had on display for you.
your fingers softly traced on the scars, light and faded, mostly healed, still crinkling at the sides, they were barely noticeable now, especially with the stronger he got, but you always seemed to see them first thing, they were etched in your mind, gently rubbing your fingers over them, a ritual you’ve done with them for years now.
you leaned down, kissing them gently, something you’ve done a million times before. You grabbed onto his sides, pressing warm kisses upon them, prodding your tongue at them every once in a while, smiling when you felt him shiver.
You felt his hands in your hair again, mindlessly playing with it, tugging on occasion.
You leaned back up again, your body humming with hunger, with want, you were glad you were taking it slow, but that familiar sensation in your stomach grew, and he could tell.
Locking eyes with one last time, giving him the permission he was seeking. Grabbing ahold of your hips securely, lowering you back onto the bed, shuffling above you, looking at you in such a way you had to look away, your face feeling hot.
Feeling his hand slide up your stomach to your neck, gently cupping your face, guiding your eyes back to his pretty blue ones.
he leaned down again, lips capturing yours yet again, one hand tangling in your hair, keeping you close as you made out sloppily, his other hand unbuckled your belt with practiced ease, before yanking on your jeans lightly, a sign you knew very well, lifting your hips up automatically as he shimmied your pants down, Tony following along, your ears perking at the clink of his bell buckle falling to the ground, anthony still very involved in your kiss as he shuffled them off haphazardly with one hand, falling somewhere on the floor with all the other clothes.
your hands lazily sliding over his shoulder blades, feeling how his muscles shifted beneath your palms, gently pushing on him, wanting him closer and he gladly obliged, the both of you gently starting to grind into eachother, clad only in underwear.
He groaned into your mouth as he bucked roughly into you, chasing after one another, a plethora of moans beginning to bounce of the walls as an enjoyable rhythm was found.
your legs wrapped snuggly around his waist, pressing eachother even tighter together, causing a whine from Anthony.
Grinding and moaning into one another, hands everywhere, your tongues sliding against one another carelessly, lazily chasing this high, that familiar feeling finding home in your lower abdomen once again.
you let out a rough groan as you pressed a hand between you two, gently pushing back, the two of you panting, watching as anthony immediately tried to ignore your hand and grind down onto you again, before you pressed firmly.
“Not like this.” You panted out, hair sticking to your sweaty forehead.
“I need you.” you continued on, “need you inside.” you played on the seductiveness of it, making your voice breathier than necessary, trying to make Tony not as disappointed from stopping both of your on coming orgasms.
It worked like a charm, you watched him gulp thickly, wiping sweat from his brow, before shuffling off the bed to get the strap.
you laid on the bed, watching him find it easily, before he carelessly kicked off his boxers, eyes focused solely on your form.
You watched with rosy cheeks as he put on the harness, securing it across his hips, your heart racing with anticipation.
you remembered painfully you were wearing underwear, and quickly disposed of those, throwing them somewhere in the room, before returning comfortably back to your spot, admiring him as he put it on, before his eyes met yours, your whole body felt like it was on fire, A nervous giggle leaving your lungs as he padded back to you, looking at you like he was gonna devour you, watching his lazily grin as he climbed back onto the bed, settling between your legs, your eyes focused on his dick, before flicking back to him, letting out a giggle, which he returned, one hand gently intertwining with yours, a gentle comfort.
his other hand was less appropriate one could said, softly poking his fingers in your lips, which you kindly let him have excess, letting him push his pointer and middle finger in, closing your mouth around him, tongue sliding lewdly between his fingers your eyes hooded as you shared his gaze, sucking harshly on his fingers, wetting them as much as you could, getting aroused watching him hold back whimpers watching and feeling you.
He pulled his hand back slowly, watching his fingers glisten with your spit, his eyes flickering to yours, a twinkle of wonder in them. He let out a laugh before curling the wet fingers around the strap, stroking it up and down leisurely, perched upon his knees above you, bathed in the warm cozy light that the lamp on the nightstand provided.
Your eyes roamed over him in awe, he looked so pretty, so open, humming as you watched him stroke himself.
A buzz of nervousness hummed in the room, but also a sense of safety, finding refuge in eachother.
anthony gently settled between your legs, pleased as the strap shone with your saliva, squeezing your hand gently as he lined up with you, looking to you for one last nod of approval, which you gave, a soft smile upon your lips.
You tugged him down gently to you, which he gladly did, eyes trained on your face as he squeezed your hand one last time, before gently pushing in with a practiced precision, flicking down where he was entering you, before watching your face for any sign of pain.
Gently pushing in, inch by inch, attentive to your expression.
You took a deep breath in, grasping his arm as the rest of him gently resided inside with a small thrust, the both of you letting out a shared moan at the movement.
His hand grabbed your hip to ground himself, thumb stroking the skin gently, taking in a shuddering breath at being inside you, resting his face in your neck, needing to calm himself, excitement humming beneath his skin, the same with you.
he laid there for a moment, before lifting his neck, meeting your eyes, adjusting himself about you, grabbing onto you a little tighter, before slowly pulling back and thrusting back in, making him let out a soft gasp, fingernails digging into your skin on instinct.
He created a gentle rhythm, thrusting slow and deep, the two of you whimpering with pleasure, something in his chest fluttering at the sight of your face, your skin glistening with sweat , your eyes hooded, your chest heaving as you took all this in as he watched with awe, taking in all your moans.
“Gonna think about this everyday I’m gone.”he breathed, thrusting up roughly to punctuate his words. His arm slithered beneath you, pulling you impossibly in closer as he deepened his thrusts, using the proximity to press chaste kisses to your collarbone, groaning into your skin.
this went on for what seemed like forever, that didn’t really bother you though, lost in a fog of enjoyment, skin tingling from Tony’s hot kisses, getting lost with Tony, trying to keep eye contact with him, before your head lulled comfortably on the the pillow, watching him nuzzle helplessly into your chest, panting as he kept up a delectable rhythm with his hips.
“you’re so good to me.” He babbled on, thrusts speeding up, your hips bucking up in return, feeling your orgasm pool in your abdomen like hot lava, grabbing onto his back desperately, scratching hard as you reached your high, his hand holding yours rest beside your head, you clutched it tight, slowly feeling it happen.”
The room was full of your lewd sounds, Anthony’s mouth hung open in pleasure, thrusts getting uncoordinated and faster, spurred on by the sting of your scratches, bucking up unexpectedly to the sensation. Both of your orgasms creeping in fast, rocking into eachother, the feeling getting closer and closer.
it surprised you before you could even warn him, air stolen from your lungs as you spasmed around him, your orgasm springing on his own, letting out a hungry moan as he rasped out an ‘I love you’, messily kissing you as you rode out your shared pleasurable, sloppily thrusting.
Finally, his hips came to a stop, slumping on top of you, panting into your mouth, before pulling away, resting his head tiredly onto your skin, nosing your neck gently.
you tingled with afterglow, letting go of his hand to wrap your arms around his neck, tracing gentle shapes on his back, a comfortable silence between you both.
his hands rubbed up and down your sides, listening calmly to your heartbeat, your skin flushed, radiating heat that made his eyes grow heavy.
too comfortable to leave you, he left the strap on, humming into your skin, a lazy smile on his lips.
“I love you too.” You said quietly, returning it from earlier. voice ridden with sleep as your eyes stayed on him, craning his neck slightly to look you, a giddy laugh leaving him, strong arms wrapping snuggly around you.
tomorrow may be hell, having to board that bus again, but now, here, safe in this heaven you’ve bulit together, that was the last thing on his mind, drifting off to sleep contently in your arms.
