#AND THEN HE SAID ALRIGHT LIKE A GOOD BOY!

[moonlightwritingf1]

At Her Mercy | LN4

💋 summary ━━━━━━━ For the first time in her relationship with Lando, Y/N takes charge in the bedroom, and Lando becomes submissive.

💋 pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

💋 word count ━━━━━━━ 5.9k

💋 warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex (m receiving), fingering?, submissive Lando, creampie, hand job, strip tease, teasing

💋 author's note ━━━━━━━ I don't really like how this one turned out, but I hope you enjoy it.

Based on this request.

Y/N’s fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the straps of her dress in the mirror. It was a simple black piece, not too revealing, but enough to make her feel confident—or as confident as she could muster. Her heart raced as she thought about what she was about to do. Tonight, she told herself, I’m taking control. It wasn’t just about the physical act; it was about proving something to herself, about breaking down the walls she had built so meticulously around her emotions.

She had been at Lando’s apartment in Monaco for the better part of the week. Their relationship was still new, fragile, and yet intense. Every touch, every glance, every word exchanged between them carried a weight she wasn’t sure she was ready to bear. But tonight, she was determined to push past her insecurities, to step into a role she had always shied away from.

Lando was in the living room, sprawled lazily on the couch, his attention half on the TV and half on his phone. He looked effortlessly handsome, as he always did, his boyish charm combined with a quiet confidence that both irritated and intrigued her. She took a deep breath, her pulse quickening as she approached him.

“Hey,” she said, her voice softer than she intended.

He looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. “Hey yourself. You look… stunning.”

She ignored the flutter in her chest, forcing herself to maintain eye contact. Stay focused. “I’ve been thinking,” she began, her tone deliberate. “About us. About… tonight.”

His eyebrows lifted, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “Oh? What about tonight?”

She stepped closer, her hands resting on her hips in a gesture she hoped looked confident rather than defensive. “I want to change things up. I want to be in control.”

Lando’s smirk widened, but there was a glimmer of something else in his expression—something deeper. “Is that so?” he drawled, leaning back against the couch cushions. “And what does that entail, exactly?”

Y/N felt her cheeks flush, but she refused to back down. She moved to stand in front of him, her knees brushing against his thighs. “It means,” she said slowly, her voice low but firm, “that I’m in charge. And you’re going to do exactly as I say.”

His breath hitched, and for the first time since she’d known him, Lando looked… uncertain. But intrigued. “Alright,” he murmured, his voice rougher than usual. “I’m all yours.”

She didn’t hesitate. Sinking onto his lap, she straddled him, her dress riding up slightly as she settled against him. His hands instinctively moved to her hips, but she caught his wrists, pinning them to his sides. “No,” she said firmly, her eyes locking with his. “I’m in control now.”

Lando’s jaw tightened, a flicker of frustration crossing his face before it melted into something darker, more primal. “Yes, ma’am,” he whispered, his tone dripping with submission.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected it to be this easy, for him to surrender so completely. But there was a fire in his eyes, a silent challenge that made her pulse race. She shifted slightly, grinding against him, and a low groan escaped his lips.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her voice a sultry purr that surprised even her. “You’re going to let me take what I want, aren’t you?”

His chest heaved, his hands twitching at his sides as if desperate to touch her. “Yes,” he rasped, his voice strained.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “And what if I want…” she paused, her breath warm against his skin, “…everything?”

His eyes fluttered shut, a shudder running through him. “Then take it.”

Y/N’s heart pounded as she pulled back slightly, studying his face. His usual confidence was gone, replaced by a vulnerability that made her chest ache. She had always seen him as the one in control, the one who called the shots. But now, with his hands restrained and his body tense with anticipation, he looked… fragile. And it terrified her.

“Lando,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Do you trust me?”

His eyes snapped open, locking onto hers with an intensity that took her breath away. “Always,” he said without hesitation.

Her resolve wavered for a moment, but she pushed past it, her hands moving to the hem of his shirt. Slowly, she tugged it up and over his head, exposing his toned chest. She traced a finger down the center of his torso, feeling the muscles twitch beneath her touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, more to herself than to him.

His breath hitched, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. “Y/N…” he started, but she cut him off with a touch to his lips.

“Shh,” she whispered, her voice firm but gentle. “I’m in control, remember?”

He swallowed hard, nodding silently. She could see the conflict in his eyes—the need to take over, to reclaim the dominance he was so used to, warring with his desire to submit to her. And it thrilled her.

Sliding off his lap, she knelt in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs. “You’re going to let me take care of you,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Lando’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, but he didn’t move. “Whatever you want,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

She held his gaze as she reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, slowly pulling them down along with his boxers. His breathing quickened, his body tensing as she exposed him fully.

“Look at you,” she murmured, her voice a mix of awe and possessiveness. “All for me.”

His chest heaved, his eyes dark with desire. “Only for you,” he choked out.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his inner thigh, and he let out a strangled moan. “Shh,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. “Let me take care of you.”

His body trembled beneath her touch, his hands gripping the edge of the couch as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded. She could feel the tension in him, the way he was holding himself back, and it only fueled her determination.

“Relax,” she murmured, her lips trailing higher. “Let go.”

“Y/N,” he gasped, his voice breaking. “I can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “I’ve got you.”

And with that, she took him into her mouth, her hands gripping his hips to keep him still. His entire body tensed, a guttural moan escaping his lips as his head fell back against the couch.

“Fuck,” he choked out, his voice raw with desperation. “Y/N…”

She didn’t respond, her focus entirely on him, on the way his body responded to her touch, to her control. She could feel him trembling, hear the ragged breaths escaping his lips, and it only spurred her on.

“So good for me,” she murmured against his skin, her fingers tightening on his hips. “Just like that.”

His chest heaved, his hands gripping the couch so tightly his knuckles turned white. “Please,” he begged, his voice strained. “Don’t stop.”

She didn’t stop—not yet. Hovering above him, she took her time, savoring every inch of him, every flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. Her hand wrapped around his length, torturously slow, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip before she leaned in, her lips parting to take him into her mouth. His hips jerked instinctively, but her free hand pressed firmly against his stomach, pinning him in place. “Don’t move,” she murmured, her voice low and commanding, the vibration of her words sending a shiver through him. “You’re mine tonight. Every part of you.”

Her tongue swirled around him, a deliberate, teasing motion that drew a ragged moan from his lips. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking him deeper, the warmth of her mouth contrasting with the cool air that brushed against his skin whenever she pulled back. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and the intensity in her gaze made him gasp. She wasn’t just doing this—she was owning it, owning him. Her lips traced a path along his shaft, her tongue lapping at the veins that throbbed beneath his skin, her every movement calculated to drive him closer to the edge.

Lando’s hands clawed at the couch, his knuckles whitening as he fought to stay still, to not buck into her. His breath came in short, desperate gasps, his chest heaving as he tried to hold himself together. “Y/N,” he choked out, his voice raw and broken, “please, I... I can’t...”

“Shh,” she whispered, pulling back just enough to let the cool air kiss his wet skin. Her fingers tightened around him, her thumb circling the sensitive head. “You’ll take what I give you. When I give it to you.”

He whimpered, his head falling back against the couch, his entire body trembling with the effort to keep still. His muscles coiled like springs, his hips twitching under her touch, but he didn’t dare break her rules. Not now, when she was in complete control. Her mouth returned to him with a deliberate slowness, her lips sealing around him as she sucked him deeper, her tongue teasing the underside of his shaft. His breath hitched, his body tightening as she pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

But just as he was about to tip over, she pulled away, her lips leaving him with a soft *pop*. His hips jerked, an involuntary whine escaping his lips as the sudden loss of contact left him aching. “Y/N,” he groaned, his voice strained and desperate. “Please, I need... I’m so close...”

Her hand stilled, her fingers tightening around him just enough to hold him back. She leaned over him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “I’m not done with you yet.” Her voice was low, commanding, sending a shiver down his spine. “You’ll come when I say you can. Not a moment sooner.”

He groaned, his head falling back against the couch, his body trembling with need. “You’re killing me,” he rasped, his chest heaving.

Her lips curved into a smirk as she leaned back, her eyes dark with possession. “Good.” Her fingers trailed up his thigh, the light touch a cruel tease. “You’re mine tonight, Lando. Every part of you. And I’ve got plans for you.”

His breath hitched, his eyes locking onto hers, and for a moment, she could see the conflict in his gaze. The need to take control, to reclaim his dominance, warred with the desire to surrender completely to her. But when her nails dug into his thigh, just enough to sting, his resistance crumbled. “Yes,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. “Anything you want.”

Her smirk widened, her fingers trailing back to his length, her touch featherlight but deliberate. “Good boy,” she murmured, her voice a sultry purr that sent a jolt through him. “Now, let’s see how much you can take.”

She rose from her knees, her dress cascading down her thighs as she stood before him. Lando’s eyes were wide, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as he watched her. His cock was hard, throbbing, and glistening with pre-cum, straining against his body as if begging for her touch. But she wasn’t going to give in—not yet. She was in control, and she was going to make him feel every second of it.

Her fingers slowly trailed along the hem of her dress, catching the fabric and lifting it inch by inch. She moved with deliberate slowness, her eyes locked onto his, watching the way his jaw tightened, his lips parting as he fought to keep still. The dress rose higher, revealing her thighs, her hips, the curve of her waist, and finally, the swell of her breasts. Lando’s hands twitched at his sides, his fingers curling into fists as he resisted the urge to reach for her.

She paused, the dress just barely covering her breasts, and tilted her head. “You’re not going to touch yourself, are you, Lando?” Her voice was soft, almost innocent, but the sharpness in her eyes betrayed her tone.

He shook his head, his breath hitching. “No. No, I won’t.”

“Good,” she purred, letting the dress fall from her fingers and pool at her feet. She stood before him, completely naked, her skin glowing in the dim light of the room. His eyes raked over her hungrily, his gaze lingering on the curve of her hips, the softness of her breasts, the way her body seemed to stretch out before him like a feast.

She stepped closer, her foot nudging his knees apart as she stood between them. His cock twitched, straining toward her, and she felt a surge of power rush through her. She loved this—loved the way he looked at her, loved the way he was completely at her mercy.

Her hands trailed down her body, her fingers brushing over her breasts, teasing the nipples into hard peaks as she watched his reaction. He groaned low in his throat, his hand twitching toward his cock, but she stopped him with a sharp look.

“I said don’t,” she warned, her voice firm. His hand froze mid-air, and he let it fall back to the couch, his fingers digging into the cushions.

She continued her slow descent, her hands sliding down her stomach, over her hips, and finally between her legs. She touched herself lightly, her fingers brushing over her folds, feeling the wetness that had already begun to gather there. His eyes were glued to her, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he watched her.

“You like watching me, don’t you?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.

He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “Yes. God, yes.”

She smiled, a wicked curve of her lips, and stepped even closer, her knees brushing against his. “Then watch.”

She slid her fingers deeper, exploring herself, feeling the way her body responded to his gaze, to the way he was practically trembling with need. She teased herself, her fingers circling her clit slowly, deliberately, drawing out the sensation until she felt the first sparks of pleasure ripple through her.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice hoarse. “You’re so beautiful.”

She didn’t respond, her focus entirely on herself, on the way her body was responding to her touch, to the way he was watching her. She could feel her wetness coating her fingers, could hear the soft, wet sounds as she moved against herself. She leaned back slightly, arching her back, letting her breasts thrust forward as she continued to touch herself.

“Lando,” she said, her voice breathy, “suck my nipples.”

He didn’t hesitate, his mouth latching onto her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. She moaned softly, her fingers moving faster against herself as he continued to lavish attention on her breasts. His hands twitched at his sides, but he didn’t move them, his entire focus on her, on the way she was falling apart in his hands, on the way she was completely in control.

She could feel her climax building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her belly, but she forced herself to slow down, to draw it out. She wasn’t ready to let go yet—not when he was so completely at her mercy.

She pulled back slightly, her fingers stilling as she looked down at him. His eyes were dark with desire, his lips swollen from where he’d been sucking on her breast, and she felt a surge of power rush through her.

“You’re so good for me,” she murmured, her voice soft. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

She stepped back, her fingers trailing down her body, over her stomach, between her legs, and finally to her folds. She touched herself again, her fingers sliding into her wetness, feeling the way her body responded to her touch, to the way he was watching her.

She stepped back slightly, her fingers gliding out from her wetness, leaving a glistening trail. Lando’s eyes followed her hand, his mouth already softening, lips parting instinctively. She smirked, holding her damp fingers inches from his mouth. 

“Open,” she commanded, her voice low and firm. He obeyed without hesitation, his tongue flicking out to taste her before she even brought her fingers to his lips. She pressed them into his mouth, and he moaned hungrily, sucking eagerly, his tongue swirling around her fingers as if he could never get enough of her taste. His eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensation, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. 

“You’re so desperate,” she whispered, pulling her fingers away with a soft pop. His lips chased after them, a whine escaping his throat as she leaned back, leaving him wanting. 

She climbed onto his lap in one deliberate motion, her legs straddling him, her knees sinking into the couch on either side of his hips. Her pussy hovered just above his cock, her wetness already slicking his length as she pressed down lightly, letting him feel the heat of her without letting him inside. 

His breath hitched, his hands twitching toward her hips, but she caught his wrists, placing them firmly on the couch cushions. “Don’t,” she growled, her voice firm, and he immediately stilled, his fingers curling into the fabric beneath them. 

She began to move, rocking her hips back and forth slowly, the length of his dick sliding against her, the wetness from her pussy coating him entirely. Her movements were deliberate, teasing, each stroke making him harder, more desperate. 

His cock twitched beneath her, and she smirked, pressing down a little harder, the friction sending shivers up her spine. “Touch yourself, I dare you,” she taunted, her voice dripping with dominance. 

He shook his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I-I won’t. I’ll behave.” "Good boy.” she purred, her hips grinding in a slow circle, her clit brushing against him with every movement. 

His eyes were glued to her, his gaze darting from her pussy to her breasts, her neck, her face, as if he couldn’t decide where to look, where to focus. “Y/N...” he whispered, his voice breaking. 

“Mine,” she said simply, leaning forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. She could see the way he trembled beneath her, the way his hands strained to touch her but stayed put. “You belong to me. Say it.” 

“Yours,” he choked out, his voice raw. “Only yours.” She moved faster, her hips rolling against him, the wetness between them creating a soft, obscene sound that only fueled her need. She was close, so close, the coil of pleasure tightening in her belly, her clit throbbing with each stroke against his cock.

 “Ah—” she gasped, her movements faltering as she felt her climax building, but she stopped herself, pulling back slightly. His hips jerked upward instinctively, trying to follow her, but she planted a hand on his chest, holding him still. 

“Patience,” she scolded, her voice cutting through his desperate whimper. She reached down, wrapping her hand around his cock, holding it steady as she positioned herself above him. He groaned, his head falling back against the couch, his hands gripping the cushions like a lifeline. She lowered herself slowly, inch by agonizing inch, the stretch of her pussy around his cock making her shudder. He was thick, filling her completely, the sensation overwhelming as she sank down onto him. 

“Fuck,” she breathed, her voice shaky as she paused, adjusting to him. His cock twitched inside her, and she smirked through the haze of pleasure, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, “You’re so big, Lando.” 

He moaned, his hands twitching again, but he didn’t dare move them. “Please,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Please what?” she teased, lifting her hips just enough to let the tip of his cock slide out before sinking down again. “Please... let me touch you.” She shook her head, her movements steadying as she began to ride him, her hips rising and falling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. 

“Not yet. You need to earn it.” He whimpered, his hips bucking slightly, trying to meet her rhythm, but she pressed a hand firmly against his chest, stopping him.

 “Behave,” she warned, her voice sharp, and he stilled immediately, his chest heaving with effort. “You’re so good for me,” she cooed, her voice softening as she picked up the pace, her hips grinding against him with every downward stroke. 

He felt incredible inside her, every thrust sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her body. She could feel him twitching, hear the way his breath was coming in ragged gasps, and it only fueled her dominance. She leaned back, her hands on his thighs for leverage, her pussy gripping him tightly as she rode him harder, faster. His cock was hitting that perfect spot inside her, the sensation undeniable as she felt her climax building again. 

“Lando...” she gasped, her voice breaking as she leaned forward, her hands gripping his shoulders. 

“Yes,” he whispered, his hands finally moving, but only to cradle her hips gently, not daring to take control. “Please, Y/N, come for me.” 

She moaned, her rhythm faltering as she felt herself tipping over the edge, her body tightening around him as the wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her head fell back, her mouth open in a silent cry as she rode out her orgasm, each gasp, each tremor making him shudder beneath her. When she finally stilled, her body still trembling, she looked down at him, her eyes dark with satisfaction. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice raw, and he nodded, his eyes glazed with want. 

But she wasn't done yet. Her hips rose and fell with purpose, each movement grinding him deeper into her. His cock pulsed, twitching inside her, and she could feel the tension in his body, the way he was fighting so hard not to thrust upward, to let her keep control. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, her lips hovering just above his ear. 

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Her voice was low, smug, and she felt him shiver beneath her. He nodded, his chest heaving, his hands gripping the couch cushions like they were his anchor.

 “Yes,” he choked out, his voice strangled. “Please, Y/N...” 

“Please what?” She lifted herself slightly, letting just the tip of his cock slide out of her before sinking down again, slow and deliberate, watching his face twist in pleasure. 

“Please let me cum,” he whispered, his voice trembling, his eyes wide and desperate. His hands twitched, but he didn’t dare move them, didn’t dare try to touch her. 

She smirked, her hips rolling in a slow, torturous circle. “Ask properly.” He groaned, his head falling back against the couch, his jaw clenched as he fought for the words. 

“Please, Y/N... let me cum. I need it. I’m yours.” His voice broke on the last word, raw and unfiltered.

 “Good boy.” She leaned back, her hands resting on his thighs for leverage, and began to ride him harder, faster, her pussy gripping him tightly with every downward stroke. 

His cock hit just the right spot, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her, but she kept her focus on him, on the way his body was trembling beneath her, on the way he was completely at her mercy. His hips jerked upward, unable to stay still any longer, but she stopped him with a sharp look, her hand pressing firmly against his chest. 

“Don’t,” she warned, and he froze immediately, his breath hitching as he nodded. 

“S-sorry,” he whispered, his voice ragged. “I’m trying, Y/N.” 

She smirked, leaning forward again, her lips brushing against his. “You’re doing so good for me,” she cooed, her voice dripping with sweetness. “But I think it’s time.” 

His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to say something, but she swallowed it with a kiss, her tongue sliding against his as she began to move again, her hips grinding against him with purpose. She could feel him unraveling beneath her, his cock twitching, his breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. 

“Let go, Lando,” she murmured against his lips, her voice firm but soft. “Cum inside me.” 

His hands finally moved, but only to grip her hips gently, holding her steady as his body shook with the force of his orgasm. He cried out, his head falling back, his eyes squeezing shut as he spilled into her, his release hot and intense, filling her completely. She moaned, her own body trembling with pleasure as she felt his cock pulse inside her, each wave of his orgasm sending shivers through her. She stayed on top of him, her hips still moving slowly, drawing out every last bit of his pleasure until he was completely spent, his body limp beneath her.

 “Good boy,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss him softly, her fingers brushing the sweat-dampened hair from his forehead. 

“You did so well.” He blinked up at her, his eyes glazed but still filled with devotion. 

“Yours,” he whispered, his voice hoarse but sure. “Always yours.” 

She smiled, her own heart swelling with a strange mix of power and affection. “Always,” she murmured, her lips finding his again. And in that moment, she knew neither of them would have it any other way. 

“Always,” he breathed, and she leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss as she began to move again, her pussy still gripping him tightly. She wasn’t done with him, and he knew better than to object.

She stopped moving. Her body stilled on top of his, but the grip of her inner walls around his cock tightened, squeezing him with deliberate force. Lando groaned, his head tilting back against the couch, his hands instinctively gripping her thighs. But she didn’t let him take control—no, she was in charge now, and she would remind him of that.

“Ah—Y/N,” he choked out, his voice strained, his hips twitching beneath her as she held him captive inside her. She smirked, her lips curling into a small, satisfied smile as she leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. Her hands slid up his shoulders, her nails lightly scraping his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

“Do you like that, Lando?” she purred, her voice low and teasing. Her hips shifted ever so slightly, the pressure of her pussy around his cock increasing just enough to make him gasp. “Do you like feeling me squeeze you? Knowing I could ruin you if I wanted to?”

He nodded frantically, his jaw clenched tight, his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Yes, Y/N, I—I love it. I love you.”

She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as she studied his face, the way his pupils were blown wide with desire, the way his lips trembled as he struggled to hold himself together. “You’re so desperate,” she murmured, her voice soft but laced with dominance. “So eager to please me.”

His hands trembled on her thighs, but he didn’t dare move them, didn’t dare try to take control. “I am,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I’ll do anything for you, Y/N. Anything.”

She smirked, her hands sliding down to his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. “Anything?” she repeated, her tone teasing. “Prove it.”

With that, she lifted herself off him, her pussy sliding off his cock with a soft, wet sound. His cum leaked out of her, trailing down her thighs as she stood before him, her body glistening with sweat and arousal. She stared down at him, her eyes dark with satisfaction, as she brought two fingers to her entrance, sliding them inside herself slowly, deliberately.

“Fuck,” Lando breathed, his eyes glued to her hand, to the way her fingers disappeared into her wetness, the way she moaned softly as she touched herself. His cock twitched, semi hard and aching, desperate for her again.

She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, her arousal mixed with his cum coating her skin. She brought her fingers to her mouth, her eyes locking with his as she sucked them clean, her tongue swirling around the digits with deliberate slowness. Lando moaned, his hips jerking upward instinctively, but she stepped back, just out of reach.

She paused, her lips parting slightly as she tasted the mix of herself and him on her fingers. The salty tang of his cum mingled with the sweetness of her arousal, and she let out a low, throaty hum, savoring it. Her eyes hooded, fiiled with hunger, locked onto his, unrelenting. “You taste so good,” she murmured, her voice dripping with intent, each word deliberate, each syllable laced with control. She slid her fingers back into her pussy, slow and deliberate, feeling the heat of her own slickness coat them once more. The sound was obscenely wet, echoing softly in the room, and his breath hitched at the sight—at the way her body welcomed her touch, at the way her thighs trembled ever so slightly from the effort to keep herself upright.

Her gaze never wavered from his as she brought her fingers to her mouth again. This time, she took her index finger between her lips, sucking it clean with agonizing slowness, her tongue swirling around the digit, her cheeks hollowing as though she were savoring every drop. A soft moan escaped her, muffled by her fingers, but it sent a shiver through him nonetheless. When she finally pulled her finger free, her lips glistened and parted as she exhaled a shaky breath. Then she turned and walked toward the bathroom, her hips swaying with deliberate slowness. “Come on, Lando,” she called over her shoulder, her voice dripping with dominance. “Let’s take a shower.”

He hesitated for a moment, his chest still heaving, his cock semi hard and aching again, but he knew better than to disobey. He stumbled to his feet, his legs shaky as he followed her into the bathroom, where she was already turning on the water, steam beginning to fill the room.

She stepped into the shower, her back to him, and he followed, his eyes tracing the curves of her body as the water cascaded over her skin. She turned to face him, her eyes dark with satisfaction as she reached for the soap, lathering it between her hands before running them over his chest.

“How did it feel, Lando?” she asked, her voice soft but laced with dominance. “How did it feel to be completely at my mercy?”

He swallowed hard, his hands twitching at his sides as he fought the urge to touch her. “It—it felt amazing, Y/N,” he admitted, his voice hoarse. “I—I love it when you take control. When you make me yours.”

She smirked, her hands sliding down his chest, over his abs, and finally to his cock, her fingers wrapping around him with deliberate slowness. “Do you want me to take control again, Lando?” she purred, her eyes locking with his as her hand began to move, stroking him with measured precision.

“Yes,” he whispered, his voice trembling with need. “Please, Y/N, I need you. I’m yours. Always yours.”

She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear, her breath hot and deliberate. “Good boy,” she whispered, her voice low and commanding. Her hand tightened around his cock, her grip firm yet teasing, her fingers sliding up and down his length with a slow, calculated rhythm. Her thumb circled his tip, smearing the bead of precum that had gathered there, her other hand cupping his balls, applying just enough pressure to make him shudder beneath her touch.

He groaned, his hips bucking slightly, but she held him in place with her free hand splayed across his chest, her nails digging lightly into his skin. “You’re doing so well, Lando,” she murmured, her lips trailing down his jaw to his neck, where she pressed a series of open-mouthed kisses, each one a spark of heat that made him tremble. Her hand moved faster now, her fingers twisting slightly at the base, her thumb brushing over his tip with every stroke, her grip on his balls tightening just enough to make him gasp.

“Ah—Y/N,” he choked out, his voice raw, his hands twitching at his sides. “Please,” he whispered, his chest heaving as he fought to hold himself together. She pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his, and she saw the desperation there, the raw need that mirrored her own. She smirked, leaning in to capture his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue sliding against his, her hand never slowing its pace on his cock.

Their kiss was messy, hungry, filled with the friction of teeth and lips and tongues. Her free hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her hips grinding against his thigh as she deepened the kiss, her hand stroking him faster, harder, her grip on his balls tightening with each passing second.

"Touch me," she commanded, her lips breaking from his, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down his spine. His hands moved immediately, trembling slightly as they reached for her breasts, his fingers brushing over her nipples, already hardened with arousal. He groaned, his thumbs circling her sensitive peaks, his hands cupping her breasts with a reverence that made her arch into his touch.

She moaned softly, her hand still working his cock, her strokes quick and firm, her other hand still playing with his balls, her nails lightly scraping the sensitive skin. She kissed him again, her lips and tongue demanding, her breath mingling with his as she pulled back just enough to whisper against his mouth, “Cum for me, Lando.”

With a strangled cry, he obeyed, his release spilling over her hand, his body shaking with the force of his climax, his face buried in her neck as he whispered, broken and breathless, “Yours,” he gasped out, his body trembling as the last waves of his climax subsided, his lips pressing weakly against her skin. He pulled back slightly, his chest still heaving, his arms wrapped loosely around her. His eyes were heavy-lidded but gleamed with something new—something mischievous, something utterly him.

“You’re fucking terrifying when you’re like this, you know that?” The corner of his mouth twitched, his voice still rough but laced with teasing. His hands slid up her back, his fingers tracing lazy patterns over her skin, still slick with water from the shower.

Her eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at her lips as she stepped back slightly, her fingers trailing down his chest until they reached the base of his cock, still hard despite the release she’d just wrung out of him. “Terrifying?” she repeated, her voice low, her fingers tightening ever so slightly. “Is that a complaint, Lando?”

“No,” he breathed, his hips twitching involuntarily, his eyes darkening as she held him in her grasp. “It’s... god, it’s hot. You’re so fucking hot like this.” His voice trailed off, trembling slightly as he leaned into her, his forehead resting against hers. “But it’s not just that,” he whispered, his voice softer, more vulnerable now. “You’re everything. The way you take control, the way you *see* me—it’s like you’re the only one who’s ever really known me, known what I need.” His hands cupped her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks. “You’re not just hot, Y/N. You’re... you’re my forever.” His lips brushed hers, barely a touch, but it was enough to make her breath catch. “And I’m yours.”

[crushpunky]

drew and actress!reader attend their first event following their pregnancy announcement

masterlist | actress!reader masterlist

based off this ask and as a follow up to paparazzi catches actress!reader’s baby bump. warning for pregnancy + nausea

Awards season was always a busy and stressful time, but being nearly eight months pregnant made it so much more hectic. However, with Drew’s performance garnering so much awards buzz, y/n knew she was going to do everything in her power to be there for him through it all… even if she was waddling like a penguin the whole time.

“How you feelin’, baby, y’ alright?” Drew asked, rubbing a hand down the exposed skin of y/n’s lower back. She wore a deep plum dress that draped beautifully along her pregnancy-accentuated curves, the fabric loose and breathable enough to allow her to move comfortably throughout the very long night. Drew wore a simple black suit, excellently tailored over a sheer, unbuttoned, white dress shirt that showed off his tanned skin and muscular torso. The two of them were equally adorned in glittering gold jewelry, y/n’s favorite little detail the gold hoop earring in Drew’s ear she’d picked out for him.

“I’m good.” Y/n grinned, running a hand absentmindedly against the curve of her stomach. “It’s good to finally get to sit down.”

The night was well on its way, the red carpet flying by in a flood of flashing camera bulbs and eager fans before the guests filed into the theatre the ceremony would be held in. Once they were ushered to their table, Drew pulled y/n’s chair out before guiding her into it with a careful hand resting along her back. She sat down, smoothing her dress down as she easily sunk into the chair.

“How about baby, how’re they doing?” Drew asked, crouching down so he was eye level with y/n’s stomach. He gently ran his fingers along her stomach, his wedding ring cool against the fabric of her dress. Y/n ran a hand through Drew’s hair as he admired the curve of her stomach, a wide smile spread across his lips as he felt the baby’s small kicks.

“They’re running a marathon right now is what they’re doing.” Y/n laughed as Drew pressed a quick kiss to her stomach before pressing one to y/n’s cheek. Drew slid into his seat, his hand never leaving y/n’s side as he looked around the room. Stars filled the room, each seemingly dressed more elegantly (and perhaps even more famous) than the last.

Drew’s eyes glittered with excitement as the moment sank in, the room filled with an air of hopefulness. Here he was, being nominated for a major award and sitting here with his beautiful wife, the two of them expecting their first child merely weeks away, and he couldn’t be happier. No matter what the night may or may not bring, he was happy.

“Starkey, my boy!” A voice greeted, pulling y/n and Drew out of their little bubble to see Daniel Craig approaching them. Drew stood, pulling Daniel in for a quick hug and greeting.

“Y/n, it’s good to see you, my dear.” Daniel said, greeting y/n with a kind kiss to her cheek. “How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good.” Y/n grinned up at him. “Tired, but good.”

“That’s wonderful, love,” Daniel said, patting Drew on the back fondly. “Congratulations to the two of you and best of luck tonight.”

“Thank you, it’s good to see you, man.” Drew said, flashing his friend and mentor a quick smile before Daniel departed the table with a wave. Drew remained on his feet, his hands resting on the back of y/n’s chair as people shuffled around the theatre, chatting and conversing between each commercial break.

The show went on, performances and speeches weaving together until they finally led up to the moment they’d been waiting for: Drew’s award. The two of them sat in their seats, practically vibrating with excitement as the presenters approached the microphone, introducing the nominees one by one. As they read out Drew’s name for his nomination, he smiled and nodded into the camera, his arm resting on the back of y/n’s chair.

“And the winner is…” The presenters opened the envelope, the room collectively holding their breath. “Drew Starkey.”

Drew’s eyes widened, immediately turning to y/n. From a combination of happiness, pride, and pregnancy hormones, y/n had immediately burst into tears as Drew pressed his lips to hers. He pulled away for a moment, looking at her with a grin before pressing another quick kiss to her lips. Then, he knelt down, kissing y/n’s stomach before finally rising to his feet. The other guests applauded, clapping Drew on the back as he made his way to the stage. He greeted the presenters before taking the award from them. He weighed the glittering award in his hand as he blinked quickly, his tone exasperated as he began to speak.

“Wow, um, I… thank you so much.” Drew grinned to himself, looking over the award as he held it in his hand. “I’m really, really honored.”

Y/n laughed, wiping her cheeks as she watched Drew continue his speech on the stage. He talked with his usual genuine graciousness, still humbly surprised by the recognition he’d worked so hard for and deserved so much.

“And lastly,” Drew said, his eyes meeting y/n’s from across the room, “I want to thank the person who has stuck by my side throughout all of this, my beautifully talented wife. Y/n you make me the happiest and luckiest man alive and I truly cannot thank you enough for it. Thank you for always being there for me and being the mother of my child. I love you. Thank you.”

The crowd applauded as Drew found his way back to his seat, his eyes focused just on y/n as he approached her. Y/n rose to her feet, her eyes glistening with tears in a way that matched the tears in Drew’s own eyes. Once he finally met her, he pulled her into a hug. He burrowed his head into her neck, his arms pulling her snugly against his chest (or at least as snugly as he could with her bump between them).

“I’m so proud of you, Drew.” Y/n whispered against Drew’s shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you, baby, thank you.” Drew said, pressing a kiss to y/n’s cheek.

[pomefioredove]

May I please have a sugar cookie, #7, with candy cane and sprinkles? 👉👈

certainly (* ^ ω ^)

order #7, sugar with sprinkles, candy cane

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ assertive

summary: after seeing you rebound, he realizes he's not quite over you tropes: exes to lovers, hurt/comfort characters: trey additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, short and sweet

"I just don't like the way he's looking at them,"

Cater looks up from his cup, and the foam heart he was trying to snap a pic of melts into his latte.

"You can barely see his face. And you've said that like, three times," the ginger says. "You've barely even touched your mug. It's basically iced coffee now."

Trey finally looks at Cater, his neck sore from craning over his shoulder.

His mug is cold to the touch.

"I'm starting to think you only invited me here 'cause you knew the Prefect was coming. Like, ouch," Cater smiles.

Trey's face flushes red. "What! No, I-I just thought the shop had a good deal today,"

Cater rolls his eyes.

"As much as I love drama, this is lowkey sad," he says. "You need to move on, Trey. It's been months."

Trey knows he's right, which makes his observation hurt even more. He mumbles some poor excuse into his cup of lukewarm coffee, but he can't keep his eyes to himself for long.

"He definitely goes to RSA. I don't trust him," he mutters, eyeing the boy you're with.

"Che'nya goes to RSA, doesn't he?"

"Would you trust Che'nya with your ex?"

"Yeowch. Point taken," Cater smiles, stirring his untouched latte with a dainty spoon. "So, what are you gonna do about it?"

Trey hesitates. He would have loved to just... march over there and steal you away from that pompous bastard...

But he won't.

"Nothing,"

"Pfft," Cater snorts. "You need to be more assertive, man. Otherwise we're just stalking the Prefect. Yeah, that'll impress them."

"It's not about that!! And it's not stalking!"

Cater rolls his eyes and returns to his phone, the uninvited third wheel of every outing with him.

Still, his words bother Trey. That was the problem, wasn't it? He just wasn't... assertive.

He didn't take your side, or stand up for you. He wasn't there when you needed him most, the fool. That's why you dumped him.

If assertive is what you want...

Trey stands, surprising Cater to the point of putting his phone away, and he marches across the coffee shop, brow furrowed, arms firmly at his side. The RSA boy you're with sees him first, and then you.

"Trey? What are you-"

"You," he says, pointing right at the white-uniform wearing, silver-spoon sucking little bastard.

Your jaw drops. The boys' eyes widen (does he look familiar or what?) Cater pushes his chair out, as if preparing to intervene.

Trey takes a deep breath.

"You... you treat them right, do you hear me? Prefect is the sweetest person I know, and they deserve someone just as perfect! Listen to them, okay? Be the person they can rely on, they can trust... the person I- that I wasn't. Just- you'd better be a good boyfriend, or I'll make you regret it, alright?!"

Cater sits back down. Both you and the boy you're with seem to soften, more confused than concerned now.

Trey turns and marches back to his seat. "Let's go,"

The ginger grins and looks behind him. Trey follows his gaze, and it's... you.

"Did you follow me?" you demand. His face goes bright red.

"Uh... um, I... yes. But I only wanted to make sure you were okay. That's... all I've ever wanted,"

Cater gives him a double thumbs-up. You frown, and he mutters a quick "I'll go wait outside" before darting out the door. Trey's blush darkens to crimson.

"Listen, I'm really sorry I interrupted your date. I just wanted to make sure you were being taken care of, and-"

"Trey," you stop him. "I'm not on a date. And that's not my boyfriend."

Huh.

...What?

"Oh?"

You sigh, gesturing between the two. "Trey, Neige. Neige, Trey," and you lower your voice. "I'm here on Vil's behalf. Some movie thing."

Ohh. That makes sense. Trey's face only gets redder, if possible, and he clears his throat. "...My mistake,"

Your frown softens, and you sigh.

"You couldn't have known... and... thanks for worrying about me, I guess. Maybe next time we can talk in private?"

Next time. Trey's heart flutters at the promise, if he dare call it that, and he nods.

"A-ah, of course. Next time,"

[gothamite-rambler]

Duke Thomas when he found out about the "Test" performed on Tim and he sticking up for his buddy/brother along with his other brothers.

Duke (on comms during a mission): When I see you stand by Selina, I believe you see two bad bitches. I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em.

Batman (exhausted): Excuse me?

Duke (rapping): Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with you. You were signed to a trigga that's signed to a trigga that said he was signed to that trigga.

Jason and Dick listening in are too stunned to speak.

Barbara (eating cheese puffs while working, impressed): Nice switch up there.

Batman (enraged, gritted teeth): Oh, you are not doing this! I already have to deal with the others doing-

Duke (rapping with ease while decking a goon in the face): Put your eldest son through hurtles, you're a douche bag. Throwing a weapon at your second son's next, that's a jackass move. And putting the third to a test, that's hoe shit-

Duke (interrupting while rapping, enjoying this): You got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that. Wakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout that. And tell him to pray, know nothin' 'bout that. And givin' him tools to walk through life like day-by-day, know nothin' 'bout that-

Batman (shouting to the point it startles the villains in front him): ALRIGHT I GET IT!

Jason: Nah, he's not finish yet.

Dick (in the corniest way, bless his heart): Let him cook.

Tim (amused): We may have... Told Duke stories about you while his arm was healing.

Duke: Yeah and it's good thing Robin isn't on patrol for the night, I was holding this in. I respect you B, but you... I'm tired! What did these boys do to you? Huh? Huh?!

Dick covered his mouth, smiling but also shocked. Jason was laughing. Tim smiled while on patrol with Duke.

Batman: I said... I was sorry! And I am not a bad bitch! I'm Batman!

Barbara (joining in): Bitch Man.

Batman: He's only acting like this because I said Castlevania is dumb! Which it is! That's just my personal opinion!

Tim: B ... You sent him a PowerPoint as to why it's bad.

Duke (shouting): Castlevania isn't a stupid anime just because you didn't understand Dracula as a character! Keep talking and ooh I'll start with Not Like Us! I may listen to country more, but I am team Kendrick for life!

Stephanie (laughing): B's gonna need Aloe Vera for those burns.

Batman: Okay, laugh it up! When I'm back home all of you are on punishment!

Batman cut off his communication device as Mad Hatter and Riddler watched the entire exchange after being defeated.

Riddler (watching this entire spectacle): I have no idea what's going on, but I'm enjoying it.

Mad Hatter (drinking tea): Seeing the bats angry is quite entertaining.

Riddler (complimenting his friend): I swear you always say the right thing.

Mad Hatter: So do you, pal.

Batman: Oh shut up!

[zealoushound]

Give An Old Country Boy A Chance

Summary: While waiting for his breakfast in the drive-thru line Sy becomes smitten for the stranger in the car behind him. What would happen if he paid for her breakfast, and slipped her his number?

FYI this is the first story/drabble that I’ve posted in like two years so go easy on me lol. If you like it let me know and share. THANK YOU!!

Word Count: 900

Warnings: Fluffier than a cloud under a baby cherub the day before Valentine’s Day. This was dreamt up from waiting in line behind a hot guy at McDonald’s lol.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THE STORY! Do not copy any portion of my material to claim as your own. Do not repost my work, or any portions of my work on any site and claim it as your own.

~*~

“Alright, I have you for three bacon, sausage and egg wraps and a venti black coffee. Is that all for you today?” The barista questioned politely.

“Yes, I believe so.”

If the person speaking from the screen told Sy his total but he didn’t hear it.

The bright glint of 7 am sunshine reflected off of the black suburban pulling in behind him in his side mirror, pulling his gaze away from the menu board.

Tilting his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, he peered over the top of the frame to see a woman who was casually scrolling her phone. He watched the most beautiful smile he’d seen in a long time spread across her face.

The car at the window departed causing the other vehicles to move to their new places in line.

Taking his spot, two cars down from the window, Sy thought to himself, “now how do I get her to notice me?”

He looked back as she was ordering.

“Good morning, can I take your order?” Hard to miss the crisp, metallic loudness of a drive thru speaker.

“Good morning! Yes I’d like a large iced white chocolate mocha and…” She was chipper. Was she always a morning person? Would be his polar opposite, but he might not mind that. Her voice had a sing songy lilt to it, an upwards spring that could melt any man’s heart.

“I love her.” Sy muttered to himself.

In his distracted trance, he missed the next car leaving and was now only one car away. He knew he had to act fast before it was too late.

Taking out a pen from the breast pocket of his tattered, old flannel shirt, he wrote his number on the back of yesterday’s McDonald’s receipt that he’d mindlessly thrown into the passenger's seat. He scribbled down a note with his name.

The car ahead of him pulled away just as Sy pulled his wallet out of the console. His nerves began to saddle up next to him.

“Good morning! That’ll be $26.19.” The cashier greeted him with a beaming smile.

“Mornin' friend. I was wonderin’, could you do me a favor?” Sy took another look in the side mirror.

“That depends on the favor,” the cashier said playfully, giving Sy a wink.

“Well,” Sy chuckled, “I can’t say I’m not flattered,” he handed the cashier his card and the folded over receipt, “but, I was going to ask if you would put that lovely ladies order on my tab. And would you give her that for me? She’s absolutely breath takin’.”

“Awwww honey, of course I will! Ooh! I love a meet cute!” Running his card for both orders they tucked the note just under the register so it wouldn’t blow away as they handed out Sy’s order. “Now if yall get married, I wanna be invited to the wedding, you hear?”

“You got it, pal!” Sy beamed at the thought of their wedding.

“Honey, with those eyes, and that smile… mm. I will definitely let her know what she would be missing out on!”

Sy laughed and thanked them as he drove up to the stop sign.

He looked back to see her at the window. He saw them talking. Sy watched, holding his breath in anticipation as the cashier handed out the note. The beautiful stranger looked down, reading the note and smiled.

She looked at Sy's truck.

They made eye contact.

Sy nodded a greeting, holding out two fingers in a wave. A charming smile peaked from behind his beard.

She smiled, mouthed out a “thank you… but,” and held up her left hand.

Sy raised his chin in a half nod of acknowledgement. He kept smiling, however. With a bittersweet expression on their face, the cashier's shoulders slumped.

Sy waved a respectful goodbye, then looked to the street ahead.

They handed out her order, joking playfully, albeit still feeling a bit defeated.

“No offense to your hubby, but that was not how this romance was supposed to play out.” The woman couldn’t help but laugh. “This was supposed to be like a Hallmark movie.”

Sy’s old truck rumbled away from the stop sign.

“Well, you know some love stories have a big plot twist,” the woman questioned.

“Yeah?” The cashier seemed puzzled as she reached for her phone.

She unlocked her phone, swiped off TikTok and went to her photos.

“This is from yesterday, at my best friend's birthday party.” Showing the barista a picture of herself, a woman holding a little boy probably about three years old, and two other men in front of a table of presents. One of the men looked especially familiar.

“His name is Sy. We met 8 years ago today in line at a drive-thru back in my hometown. He had paid for my lunch and left his number on the receipt. We’ve been married for five years now.”

She smiled the whole time she told the story, rubbing the paper in her hand with her thumb fondly. The cashier was almost in tears, clutching their apron to their chest.

“Awwwww! That is so sweet! May I ask, what did his note say?”

“The same thing it said 8 years ago,” she smiled. “The same thing it says everytime I’m fortunate enough to be able to get in line behind him.”

‘Give an old country boy a chance? Sy 327-4412’

[fizzing-imagines]

alright my friend, I feel like you would kill this...

soooooooo, think you could write a first date with Steve? :) I don't know maybe like nervous and stuttering babbling mess Steve??? (if you feel like it, ofc)

smooches <3

Blush | Steve Harrington x Reader

Notes: Hi friend!! Thank you for the request. I hope it's what you imagined. Smooches!! <3

Words: 350-ish

Warnings: None

"Hey.", you greeted Steve with a wide grin. His face read nervousness, although he tried his very best to hide it. "Hi.", he replied in a shaky tone. This poor boy was so nervous that he almost dropped the red roses in his hand. "I, uh, got these for you.", Steve stuttered while handing them over. Unfortunately, his nervousness only got worse when he saw your dad peeking around the corner. "Thank you, Steve. I'll put them away and come outside, yeah?" There was a small smile on his lips before you turned to get the flowers into a vase.

"Bye dad!", you yelled through the house before closing the door and walking to Steve's car. "What's your plan?" That's a simple question, but he really stuttered his reply. "I was thinking we could go to Enzos. Well, uh, if that's what you like. I mean, I assumed you like Italian, we can get something else that you like." Steve's face was turning red again. "I'll pay, of, course, but it's really your picking, you know? I wouldn't wanna make you eat something you didn't like." You interrupted him by putting your hand on his. It was a given to you that that would make him go quiet. Quiet and even more red.

"Italian is just fine, Steve. You don't have to worry, okay?", you assured him. Your thumb stroked across the back of his hand. "I'm excited to go out with you, there's no need to be nervous." Your words genuinely calmed him, and after all this stuttering he finally gave you a smile. "Alright, let's go then.", you said.

"Yeah, let's go."

Dinner went great. Steve parked his car down the road from where you lived so you two would have some alone time to talk. "No way that she said that to you!", he excitedly in disbelief while you told him about the mother of a child you babysat. "I swear! And she just wouldn't stop!" A laugh left his lips. "And you still babysit for her?" You shrugged your shoulders and leaned back in the passenger seat. "She pays well, and I like the kid." was your only reasoning. You looked over at him and smiled.

"Today was really nice. Can we do this again?", you asked. Steve leaned back in his seat as well while smiling over. "I'd like that a lot. Maybe tomorrow, and every day after that?" You giggled at his proposal. "Sure, sounds good."

He drove up the street, right to your house, and left the car to open your door. "How charming.", you said with a grin. Both of you shared a hug, but just couldn't let go of one another. "Come on, we're both thinking about it."

Just like that, you leaned into a kiss. And while Steve happily kissed you back, he was left the same way as he was in the beginning; a stuttering, blushing mess.

[railwolf91]

“So that leaves only one suspect. Isn't that right, Officer Reyes?” Paul accused Carlos in front of everyone in the staff lounge of the 126 firehouse.

The group snickered at Paul’s incredulous accusation while TK defended his man: “Come on, Paul. Take off the tinfoil hat. It wasn't Carlos.”

Everyone knew there was no way it could be Carlos, not sweet, innocent Carlos.

“He's right. It was me.” Carlos announced with a smirk and not a hint of guilt.

The group gasped in shock as TK struggled to process the betrayal by the saint of the group “ Babe .” TK gasped.

“I could say I thought it was community, but that would be a lie.” Carlos stated as he stared down Paul in the stare down of the century, “The truth is, I was peckish and I wanted pudding. And I didn't care whose pudding I had to take in order to get it.”  chuckling as he continued to walk towards Paul

“And you know what? It was delicious .”

“Monster!” Paul shouted, “You are a monster!”

This was how Carlos ended up tied up and blindfolded once again in the 126 firehouse staff room. Stripped of his uniform, his gorgeous tan skin shimmered under the warm glow of the overhead lights, the oil on his body accentuating every sculpted curve and angle. His broad chest, perfectly defined with tight, chiseled muscles, rose and fell with shallow breaths. Each ridge of his abs looked like it had been carved by a master sculptor, leading the eye down to his narrow waist.

His thighs were thick and powerful, every muscle taut and defined, hinting at the strength that lay beneath. His firm, round ass was an undeniable centerpiece, almost glowing under the light, framed exquisitely by the red ropes that hugged his body with sinful precision. The crimson silk blindfold wrapped delicately around his eyes and the vivid red rope encasing his wrists contrasted beautifully against his golden skin, making him look like a living masterpiece—vulnerable yet commanding all at once.

“Uh, guys,” Nancy said, her voice hesitant but cutting through the heated atmosphere. Her gaze lingered for a moment too long, drinking in the breathtaking sight before she forced herself back to reality. This was... a lot. First off, Carlos was their friend. Second, he was TK’s fiancé.

“Isn’t this kinda... you know... unfair to Carlos?” she asked, though the words came out weaker than she intended.

Not that she could really complain. If she was honest, Carlos and TK’s relationship had been the centerpiece of more than one private daydream ever since she’d worked to get the two of them back together after Carlos’s house burned down. There was something magnetic about the two of them together—not just because they were both impossibly good looking, but because of the way they moved around each other, as if pulled together by fate, it was kinda romantic if she was honest.

The way TK’s hands would linger on Carlos, the way Carlos’s eyes light up every time he looked at TK.

Still, this? This was... unconventional, even for them.

TK grinned at her, one of his big stupid grins that lit up the room as he placed his hand on the small of Carlos’s bare back. “Babe, can you tell Nancy what color you’re at?”

Carlos groaned, looking up at the ceiling, or at least he would be if not for the blindfold.

“Babe, Nancy is going to worry that we’re assaulting you if you don’t speak up.”

Carlos bit his lip again, his cheeks going a dark red as Paul crossed his arms. “Alright then team, untie him…”

“Wait...wait”, Carlos said, swallowing a lump in his throat. “Fine, Green, I’m at Green.”

“Good boy,” TK murmured, his tone warm and soothing as he rubbed circles on Carlos’s back, grounding him.

Okay, so Carlos was okay with this, which was reassuring. Except…

“Wait, I’m sorry, but this opens up a whole new can of worms,” Nancy said, breaking the moment as her gaze flickered around the room, landing on a mix of confused and expectant faces. “It’s just—Carlos is TK’s fiancé, and he’s, well, naked, tied up, and oiled in front of everyone?”

Carlos’s head dipped, his voice barely audible. “She thinks I’m a slut.”

The words hung heavy in the air, the weight of them freezing the room in an awkward silence. Nancy’s face crumpled, regret washing over her. She hadn’t intended to imply anything, but hearing it spoken aloud—especially from Carlos himself—hit differently.

“Hey, hey, not at all, babe.” TK’s voice was immediate, gentle yet firm as he cupped Carlos’s face in his hands, forcing those dark, beautiful eyes to meet his own. “You’re not a slut. You’re my good boy, aren’t you?” His tone softened, full of love, before his gaze turned sharp and protective as he addressed Nancy. “What we do here doesn’t change who Carlos is. He’s still the most incredible, thoughtful man—and the best damn cop in Austin, period.”

Paul, seated nearby, nodded solemnly, adding weight to TK’s words. “Carlos just needs a space to let go completely—to be ruined—but only with people who understand and respect that. No one here is crossing any lines, Nancy. You know that.”

Nancy exhaled, her tension easing as she nodded slowly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...um, well..."

Marjan placed a reassuring hand on Nancy’s arm. “Come with me,” she said, guiding her toward the ambulance bay. “We’re out of lube anyway, and I can explain some important things while we grab more.”

While Marjan lead Nancy away to explain the situation, Paul and TK knelt down beside Mateo, who had both hands shamelessly groping Carlos’s firm ass

“Any dessert here?” Paul asked, his tone casual but laced with mischief.

TK chuckled, his grin wide. “You know there is, Paul.”

Mateo’s eyes sparkled as his grin turned wicked. “All I know is there’s a whole lot of cake right here,” he said, giving Carlos ass a playful squeeze. “And I’m dying for a taste.”

As Mateo said that, he leaned in, burying his face between Carlos's asscheeks. His tongue swiped across the tight, puckered hole, drawing a sharp gasp from Carlos' lips.

"Fuck, yes," Carlos hissed, arching back into the sensation. “Fuck, god, please….”

“I think he likes it,” TK said, his tone smug as he watched Mateo eat his partner's tight pink hole, as Carlos whimpered and moaned under the impact of Mateo’s tongue, twisting and pulling against his restraints as TK's hand slowly made it way up Carlos's chest to just gently wrap around Carlos's neck, applying just enough pressure for Carlos to be aware it was there, but not enough to hurt him.

“Yeah, I wonder if he likes it as much as he enjoyed my last pudding cup,” Paul grumbled, narrowing his eyes at Carlos, the sight of Carlos enjoying himself was almost unbearable given Officer Reyes' heinous crime - Paul had been looking forward to that pudding cup. “This is supposed to be a punishment , TK.” Paul reminded, with a sharp smack to Carlos’s asscheek. 

Squeezing Carlos's neck gently, TK leaned forward to whisper in his ear "Did you hear that babe, you've been a bad bad boy."

Meanwhile Marjan was enjoying explaining the situation to Nancy.

Nancy leaned against the side of the ambulance, her arms crossed as she watched Marjan with a thoughtful frown. She tapped a finger against her chin, her expression sceptical. “I don’t know, I always thought Carlos was, you know… confident . He seems so sure of himself most of the time, if anything I would of thought it would of been, you know, uh TK that um…”

“Oh I know,” Marjan giggled, “Right, like Carlos definitely puts TK in place, probably with cuffs, he might even use the baton.”

Nancy blushed at the thought, although honestly, she had pictured it before. If she was brutally honest, in the middle of their stupid breakup over the loft she had, maybe, thought to herself that all Carlos needed to do was rail the bitch out of TK.

In fact, if she was a little too honest, she may have pictured a scenario where Officer Reyes would storm into the firehouse, demanding to see TK. Bratty TK would sulk up to him, and Carlos would rip the shirt off TK in a heartbeat before turning him around, bending him over the firetruck and claiming him right there.

Her mind wandered as she remembered her favourite scenario:

Carlos strode into the firehouse with purpose, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on his target. "TK!" he called out, his deep voice echoing through the building.

TK looked up from where he had been talking to some of the other firefighters, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Carlos? What are you doing here? We are broken up and I don't want to see you"

The 126 firehouse would gasp, like it was a soap opera.

Carlos wouldn't respond, simply striding over to where TK stood. The other firefighters would watch in stunned silence as Carlos grabbed TK by the front of his shirt and yanked him closer. "I'm here to claim what's mine," Carlos growled like he was in a 1950's movie.

Before TK could even react, Carlos would rip his shirt open, sending buttons flying over the fire station floor. The scent of TK's cologne and sweat hit Carlos's nose and he inhaled deeply, a hunger stirring in his gut. "Oh fuck yeah," he groaned, pushing TK towards the firetruck.

TK stumbled but quickly regained his footing, his eyes wide. "Carlos, we can't-"

His words were cut off as Carlos spun him around and shoved him face first against the side of the truck. "Shut up and hold on tight," Carlos commanded, his voice rough and manly. He grabbed both of TK's wrists and pinned them above his head with one large hand, using his other to yank down TK's pants and briefs in one rough motion.

TK gasped as the cool air hit his bare ass but it quickly turned into a moan as Carlos kneaded the firm globes of his cheeks. "Fuck, you've got the best ass," Carlos praised, giving one cheek a hard smack. He followed it with another on the other cheek, grinning as he watched them jiggle.

"Please Carlos, not here," TK whimpered weakly even as his hips pushed back.

"Too bad," Carlos said, spreading TK open with his thumbs to expose his tight pink hole. He spat on it before pressing a finger in, working TK open with ruthless efficiency.

TK's cock was fully hard now, drooling precum on the floor as Carlos finger fucked him open. "Gonna fuck you so good," Carlos promised, pulling his fingers away and replacing them with the thick head of his cock. With one hard thrust he sank balls deep into TK's perfect ass.

"Oh god!" TK cried out, not caring about the audience anymore, lost to the sensations of being so suddenly and thoroughly claimed by Carlos.

Carlos set a brutal pace, pounding into TK's ass like a man possessed. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room. "Take it, take my cock," Carlos grunted, his hips slamming against TK's ass. "Gonna fill this ass up, make you mine."

TK could only moan and take it, his cock leaking steadily as Carlos used his body. 

"That's it, fuckin' take it," Carlos snarled. His fingers dug into TK's hips hard enough to bruise as he chased his pleasure, determined to mark every inch of TK.

After a few more deep thrusts, Carlos came with a loud groan, painting TK's insides with his release. He collapsed over TK's back, hips twitching as he rode out his high.

They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing heavily. Finally, Carlos pulled out and tucked himself away. "We're not done," he said, giving TK's ass a pat before throwing the naked paramedic over his shoulder and carrying him out to his patrol car.

The whole 126 fire station would clap as they left.

The next day, TK would walk into work, and Nancy would ask him how things were, and he would admit that he and Carlos were back together...

It would have been better for both of them than TK almost dying (again) in a lake and less stressful on everyone; poor Tommy had blamed herself for weeks and months afterwards. 

Okay, TK probably would have still fallen in the lake and almost died. He was a magnet for near-death experiences. 

Marjan, perched on the edge of the ambulance step, chuckled—though the sound came out more like a snort, which brought Nancy back to reality.

"Do I want to know what you were just thinking of?" Marjan asked with a knowing smile as Nancy played dumb, "I don't know what you're talking about, Marjan."

"Ah ha, sure", Marjan replied with a smirk, “Anway, Don’t get me wrong. As TK said, he’s still Carlos. But there are definitely… layers.” She gestured vaguely with her hand as if those layers were floating in the air. “It’s just that when it comes to certain types of people—people in positions of authority—he gets a little… different.”

Nancy raised a sceptical eyebrow again, this time tilting her head. “Different, how?”

Marjan gave her an incredulous look, as if she couldn’t believe Nancy hadn’t noticed. “Seriously, Nance? You’ve never picked up on how submissive he can be around powerful people? Like, come on.”

Nancy blinked, clearly taken aback. “Submissive? Carlos? Are we talking about the same Carlos Reyes?”

Marjan rolled her eyes dramatically, leaning forward. “Yes, that Carlos Reyes. Look, he’s not falling over himself but think about it. Put him in a room with a commanding officer or even Captain Strand, and suddenly he’s all ‘yes, sir,’ ‘no, ma’am,’ head lowered like he’s waiting to get it bitten off.”

Nancy paused, replaying interactions in her mind. “I mean… maybe? But that’s just professionalism. He’s a cop. That’s how they’re trained.”

“Sure,” Marjan said, drawing the word out with a knowing smile. “But it’s not just professionalism. It’s like he has this instinct to defer to people who radiate authority. It’s subtle, but once you see it, you can’t unsee it .”

Nancy squinted as if trying to make sense of what Marjan was saying. “You think it’s… a personality thing? Or is this, like, a deeper… I don’t know, psychological thing?”

Marjan shrugged, leaning back against the ambulance. “Could be both. TK mentioned something once about Carlos and his dad, right? Maybe growing up with a guy like Gabriel Reyes set some precedent in his mind. Who knows? All I’m saying is, he’s got some stuff to work through in that department.”

Nancy considered this for a moment, then smirked. “So what you’re saying is, Mr Perfect, might have a few cracks in the old armour.”

“Exactly.” Marjan grinned. “But hey, don’t we all? Besides, it’s not like it’s a bad thing. TK clearly doesn’t mind, and Carlos is still Carlos.”

As Marjan selected a bottle from the stash, Nancy broke the silence. “So… if this is about ‘ruining’ Carlos,” she said hesitantly, “am I supposed to, like, call him a dirty little…?”

Marjan laughed, the sound loud and rich in the quiet of the ambulance bay. “Oh, no, no, no. TK would kick you out faster than you could dial 9-1-1 if you tried that.” She shook her head, a playful grin softening her words. “Listen, when Carlos is in that headspace, sure, he might let you say that stuff, but that’s not the vibe here. TK’s all about positivity—affirming, rewarding. It’s good boy, great job, well done. Nothing degrading or cruel. Ever. From what I understand, Carlos has never had a chance to let his guard down, and TK doesn't want to take advantage of it.”

Nancy nodded slowly, digesting the information. “Got it. Positive vibes only.”

Marjan’s expression turned more serious as she placed the lube in Nancy’s hand. “Exactly. And while we’re clearing things up, let’s talk about my role here. I watch, Nancy. That’s it. No touching. That’s a personal boundary for me because of my faith. I’m here for support and to keep things safe, but I don’t physically participate.”

Nancy’s brows furrowed slightly. “Because of your faith?”

Marjan nodded. “Yeah, it’s about honoring what I believe while still being here for my friends. It’s a balance, but one I take seriously.”

She glanced at Nancy, her tone softening again. “Look, everyone has their own boundaries and reasons for being here. The important thing is that we all respect each other, understand the rules, and keep this a safe space for Carlos, and everyone. That’s what matters most.”

Nancy took a deep breath, feeling a bit steadier. “Okay. Thanks, Marjan. I think I get it now.”

Marjan smiled, giving her a light nudge toward the door. “Good. Now, let’s get back before they think we’re using the lube.” Marjan gave her a cheeky wink, causing Nancy to blush. She knew the firefighter side of the 126 was a bit more risque, but this was full-on, even by their standards.

Making their way back to the staff room, where Carlos remained on full display in the middle of the room, hands bound above him to the roof, legs spread, cock hard.

“We should call him ‘community property’,” Paul said proudly, repeating Carlos’s words from earlier as his hand teased and tugged on the cop's hard cock, tugging just hard enough to keep him on edge but not hard enough for Carlos to get off as Carlos panted and begged for more.

Nancy looked at Mateo, who looked a tad guilty. “I haven’t been involved in any of these sessions since we hooked up, I promise” At Nancy’s further look, Mateo gave her a small, guilty smile. “But I have missed it; I mean, look at him.”

Nancy did look at him; Carlos looked like a goddamn model, shining under the fluorescent light,. Unfortunately, the blinds had to be closed, preventing natural light from coming in.

His chest was gorgeous, like it had been hand sculpted by the angels, his nipples perky and begging to be pinched while his cock, was beautiful, hard and purple. 

“Okay,” Nancy said, “So Carlos ate Paul's pudding so he could get punished?”

“Yes,” the group answered in unison, their voices drowning out Carlos’s faint but adamant “No.”

Nancy’s hands glided over Carlos’s chest, her fingers skillfully twisting and tugging at his sensitive nipples, drawing helpless moans from his lips. Behind him, Mateo knelt, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around Carlos’s entrance, his touch maddeningly gentle and teasing - just enough to keep Carlos’s cock rock hard and leaking precum as TK knelt down next to his naked finance. 

It didn’t take a rocket genius to work out TK’s plan, and to be fair, Nancy thought if her partner’s cock looked as tasty and neglect as Carlos did, she would do the same thing - and clearly Paul could see where this was going.

“TK,” Paul warned, his tone stern but now tinged with amusement rather than anger, “this is supposed to be a punishment , remember?”

In response, TK let out an actual whine, his pout almost childlike in contrast to the heat of the moment. Paul rolled his eyes and shrugged, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Fine, go ahead,” he relented.

Without a moment's hesitation, TK took his fiancé’s rock-hard cock into his mouth, his lips wrapping around him with practiced ease despite Carlos's impressive size. Carlos gasped sharply, his body arching as TK’s skilled mouth worked him over. In seconds, the moans spilling from Carlos’s lips turned into needy whimpers, his resolve melting under the onslaught.

TK bobbed up and down on Carlos's cock before teasing Carlos's cock head, purple and engorged as TK's hands gently massaged his partners full balls.

If she thought Carlos looked broken before, it had nothing on him now, whimpering and begging under TK’s deep-throating skills, she could probably ask anything right now and Carlos would agree without a second thought, all his brain power being drained by the assault on his senses. 

Behind him, Mateo had finished his rimjob, looking at Carlos's slick hole with a pride she normally only saw when he had cleaned the firetrucks before he slid a finger deep into Carlos’s tight hole, his movements deliberate and teasing, coaxing soft cries with every motion as his fingers teased Carlos’s prostate.

If someone had told Nancy that she’d be getting turned on while watching her boyfriend finger-fuck their colleague’s undeniably hot fiancé in the lunchroom, she would’ve slapped them. Yet, there she was, unable to tear her eyes away.

Paul’s return broke the moment, drawing all eyes to him. In his hand, he held a bright pink dildo coated in something brown.

“What the hell is that?” Marjan asked, her head tilting in disbelief.

TK momentarily released Carlos’s cock with a loud pop, glancing up with curiosity.

“It’s chocolate pudding,” Paul said matter-of-factly. “Since he ate my last one, I figured he could share.”

Marjan raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “It looks like something else, though…” She turned her head to defer to TK.

“Yeah, Paul, I’m sorry, I’m not going to let you make Carlos suck clean a dildo covered in brown stuff, even if it is chocolate.” TK intervened. 

Paul’s shoulders sagged slightly, a look of disappointment crossing his face. Marjan’s expression softened, and she smiled gently. “Come on, Paul, there’s some whipped cream in the fridge. That would look way more appropriate—and a lot less questionable.”

“To be fair,” Nancy chimed in, her voice playful as her nails traced light patterns down Carlos’s chest, making him shiver, “it would. And let’s be honest, it’d be a hell of a lot hotter.”

Paul grunted in annoyance but grabbed the dildo from the kitchen counter and headed to the sink to wash it thoroughly with warm water, complaining about the loss of a second pudding cup. Once clean, he reached for the can of whipped cream, spraying a heavy coat of the sweet, fluffy topping all over the toy's surface until it was fully covered.

Turning back to face Carlos, Paul held up the now dessert-drenched dildo. "You want pudding, Officer Reyes?" he asked sternly as Carlos merely moaned in response, the 126 team watching closely. "I hear you enjoy eating other people's puddings."

Moaning wasn’t enough for Paul; he and TK always demanded full, proper answers from their good boy.

“I said, do you want pudding, Officer Reyes?” Paul repeated, firmer as Carlos nodded.

"I..." Carlos swallowed hard, his voice strained. "Yes, please, Firefighter Strickland," he managed to get out.

Paul stepped closer, the dildo now a lurid, sinful treat. "Then open up and clean this dildo off then," he commanded firmly.

Carlos parted his lips, taking the pink cream-covered dildo into his mouth. He began to suck and lap at it eagerly, his tongue swirling around to lick up every last trace of whipped cream. It was borderline pornographic, Nancy thought to herself - Carlos tied up, blindfolded, servicing a sex toy like the good boy he was.

Fuck, if that was how he blew TK then he could see why TK put a ring on it at 03:18 in the morning - fuck, Nancy wasn't sure how they got out of bed every morning.

Paul pulled the now clean dildo out of Carlos's mouth, letting the pink plastic head sit on his bottom lip, “how did that taste, Officer?”

“It was delicious”, Carlos replied, but gone was his cocky, slightly arrogant tone replaced by a more polite tone.

Mateo, still kneeling by Carlos's ass, winked at Nancy before he pressed his two fingers hard on Carlos's prostrate, causing the cop to twitch uncontrollably as he moaned before Paul started to mouth fuck him with a dildo.

Nancy looked over at a smirking TK who was leaning against a sofa watching the show, their eyes locked and TK grinned widely. “It’s fucking hot, huh?”

Sometimes, Nancy forgot TK was a New York gay, the stories she had heard of Manhattan Gay Clubs....

There was a noise, and Nancy was impressed at how quickly the team moved, Marjan and Mateo holding up a firefighter jacket - it wasn’t enough to hide Carlos, but it at least covered him as Captain Strand and his girlfriend Kendra stood there.

Kendra looked shocked for a moment before looking to Captain Strand, who took it in his stride. “Paul, we need you.”

Paul sighed, putting down the toy before patting Carlos’s face gently. “Till next time.” 

Paul, Owen and Kendra disappear until Owen reappears, “You’re all meant to be cleaning, not milking my future son-in-law, damn it, something you need to take care of yourself.”

Nancy gaped in disbelief as Owen roughly grabbed hold of Carlos's stiff cock. He began pumping it vigorously, his hand a blur as he worked the shaft. "Come on, Carlos. I don't have all day. Cum for me, boy."

Carlos flushed a deep crimson as Owen jerked his head towards Mateo. "Get the badge ready."

Mateo scrambled to obey, positioning the badge just in time. Carlos let out a strangled groan as his cock twitched and pulsed in Owen's grip. Thick ropes of pearly cum splattered across the metal, with a few errant drops landing on the floor.

"Clean your badge, don't miss a spot," Mateo ordered as he raised the cum covered badge to Carlos's mouth, which Carlos licked it clean, his tongue working over the ridges and along the leather.

“How clean is the floor?” Owen asked looking down at the few drops of cum that missed the badge as TK stepped forward to put his hand on the small of Carlos's back. 

“Dad,” TK warned as Marjan shook her head to kill any suggestion that Carlos could clean it up with his tongue. “Nowhere near clean enough; I’ll mop it up later, Cap.”

“Good,” Owen replied, nodding in approval. “I don’t want my son-in-law getting sick. What do you say, Carlos?”

“Thank you, Captain Strand,” Carlos said softly, his voice steady but faintly strained.

Owen gave a satisfied nod, his grin both warm and slightly teasing. “Good boy,” he said with a chuckle before his tone shifted back to an authoritative cadence. “Now, remember, just because I’m away doesn’t mean you all get to slack off. You’ve got jobs to do, and I expect them to be done to my standards. No excuses.”

He swept a pointed look around the room, his gaze landing on TK, who was standing beside Carlos, his hands busy undoing the bindings that had held his fiancé in place. TK didn’t bother hiding the playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he glanced up at his father.

“Sorry, Dad,” TK quipped, his tone light and full of mischief. “You’re not my Captain; besides, I’m a little preoccupied at the moment.” He turned his attention back to Carlos, his expression softening as he focused on the task at hand.

Owen rolled his eyes but didn’t press the point, choosing instead to leave the room to catch up with Paul and Kendra on their mission to prove her innocence. 

As the door clicked shut, TK shifted closer to Carlos, his hands gentle as he worked on untying the binds that held Carlos’s hands above his head. “Such a good boy,” TK murmured, his voice low and soothing, a stark contrast to earlier. 

Carlos sagged, his body giving in as TK caught him, steadying his weight effortlessly. Marjan gave Nancy a nudge and whispered, “This is their time now. TK always takes care of Carlos after... you know. Usually, I grab them a bottle of water, maybe blue Gatorade, and a cookie before giving them space.”

Nancy followed Marjan’s lead, stepping back as TK gently carried Carlos to the couch. Settling into the cushions, TK cradled his fiancé close, his arms wrapping around him protectively. His fingers traced slow, soothing circles over Carlos’s back, and Carlos instinctively curled into the embrace, drawing comfort and warmth from TK’s steady presence.

Nancy watched them for a moment, a small smile tugging at her lips before her own desires took over. Turning, she grabbed Mateo by the wrist, her grip firm and insistent.

“I need you. Now,” she said, her voice low and urgent, her body already aching with need. Without waiting for a response, she led him toward the bathrooms, the wetness in her groin needing urgent attention. 

"Great" Marjan said to herself, looking around the now abandoned room, "I guess it's just me left to tidy this place up before Cap gets back, go 126 huh."

Who ate Paul’s last pudding?

This is forever one of the funniest scene of Tarlos and 126! 😆

[rosylix143]

after the show | l. felix

pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

genre: suggestive

synopsis: you meet up with your boyfriend backstage after a night of him getting himself and you completely soaked and making everyone go feral

cw: MDNI, felix is a flirt….like a big flirt, reader is obsessed with his abs lowkey (same), a bit of making out backstage (let me know if i’m missing anything)

wc: 1374

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You were standing in the special VIP section of the concert, as usual. It was a special seat that was reserved for you in advance before the tickets were released. In fact, you didn’t really need a ticket. Your boyfriend was the ticket.

The show was loud and exciting, just like how you loved it. Your lightstick was shining bright, and you wore a red skirt with long black boots, a DominATE Tour tank top, and your boyfriend’s black jacket. No one would have guessed that it was his jacket, but that’s what you liked about it so much. It was his jacket, and it was reserved for you too.

On the outside, you looked like a regular fan, so all the videos of Felix interacting with you from the stage are just seen as another one of those “Felix interacts with fans at barricade” videos. But no one could ever read between the lines of your interactions.

That gaze in his eyes wasn't just any gaze, and that smirk wasn’t just any smirk. They were reserved for you. The music was getting louder and so were you when Felix had the audacity to grab a plastic water bottle and spray it all over himself and everyone else. Even Jeongin and Hyunjin joined in on the fun and jumped up and down as they performed “LALALALA.”

You were the most soaked out of everyone in the crowd, and you were damn sure that it was intentional on Felix’s part. It wasn’t helping either when he stood right before you and grabbed the hem of his soaked tanktop and pulled it to his teeth, revealing his hard and smooth abs. A scream escaped your throat, running it dry, and all Felix could do was laugh and tease. That bastard. He knows what he’s doing.

After the show, all the fans were reluctantly leaving the venue, in denial that that the most amazing night of their lives had ended. Meanwhile, you were later escorted by the security guards and taken to the backstage. The boys were stretching and drinking the last bit of water they had.

“That was a good show, right?” Chan asked everyone.

“Hell yeah!!” Changbin hollered out.

“Felix is completely soaked now,” Hyunjin laughed, “His shirt can’t absorb any more water.”

“Oh shut up,” Felix playfully retorted. His eyes then averted to you approaching him, and he couldn’t help but admire the sight of you completely soaked in your clothes thanks to him. “Look who it is. Hey, Pumpkin.”

“Hey, Honey,” you giggled, and blushed as Felix snaked his arms around you waist and pulled you close to his wet body. You couldn’t contain the butterflies in your stomach when you felt his plush lips press against yours. The members couldn’t help but feign disgust by groaning and sticking out their tongues.

“Get a room,” Seungmin said.

“Alright, everyone, let’s give the lovebirds their space,” Chan chuckled.

The members leave the room, giving you and Felix some space. The moment you two were alone, Felix immediately kissed your neck, and you melted from his searing lips.

“How was I, Baby? I didn’t get you too soaked right?” Felix smirked, not even hiding the innuendo.

“Shut up,” you playfully rolled your eyes. “You were great. Your stage presence is always great. And yes, my clothes are very wet thanks to you.”

“Good thing you didn’t wear a white shirt. Although, maybe you should’ve.”

“Feeeellliiiiixxxxx….”

“I’m just sayin, Pumpkin…You’d look cute in a soaked white shirt.”

“You’re not too tired right?” you asked, “You were very wild on stage.”

“I’m okay. I’m just happy I have you in my arms now.”

Felix nuzzled into your neck more and kissed the sensitive skin there. You shivered, and your face was so rosy and hot. His skin was so wet and sticky with all of the water and sweat. You even touched his tanktop, and Hyunjin was right. His tanktop was made out of 90% water and 10% cotton. You smirked and decided to pull up the fabric, revealing Felix’s abs, which completely caught him off guard.

“Y/N!” he laughed, “Honey, what are you doing?”

“Just taking a peek,” you teased.

“You got plenty of peeking during the show. You even screamed.”

“Yeah, but STAYs saw it too so it don’t count.”

“Ohhh okay. I get it. You want an exclusive show?”

Felix smirked, lifted his tanktop, and completely removed it, revealing his abs once more to you. If you were being honest with yourself, it never gets old. You just loved how smooth his honey skin was, with the little freckles and moles. You loved how he flexed his muscles, and every time you laid eyes on his abs, you were hit with the urge to just bite them like it was a chocolate bar. They even look extra delectable when they’re wet too.

“Honey, you’re drooling,” Felix said.

You snapped out of your thoughts and quickly swallowed the little bit of saliva that was pouring out of your mouth. You blushed out of embarrassment.

“I wasn’t drooling….”

“Don’t deny it,” Felix chuckled, “Bet you wanna get down on your knees and—”

“Felix!!”

“Just kidding, Pumpkin.”

Felix snaked his arm around your waist, pulled you closer to him, and kissed you. The kiss was deep, hot, and you felt like the air was sucked out of your lungs. You kissed him back, pulling him closer. You ran your fingers through his wet black hair, playfully biting his lip. Felix groaned and suddenly picked you up. You hitched a breath, your legs wrapped around his waist, and Felix carried you to one of the nearest plastic tables and sat you on it.

“You looked so pretty in the crowd,” he breathed before leaning in to kiss you. “I wanted to throw myself at you.”

“You should’ve.”

“Yeah, but the security guards would’ve panicked and held me back.”

“True…”

Felix kissed you once more, and you melted immediately. Your blunt nails dug into his bare back, coaxing another groan out of him. He pulled you closer to him and kissed you harder. You moaned, loving the heat and wetness of his skin. You reached down to touch his abs, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Oh my god, Honey, you wanna kill me?”

You smirked and kissed his nose, and he immediately pushed you down on the table. A gasp escaped your lungs, and he pressed your body down against the table. Your back was up against the table top, and Felix was hovering over you, holding down your wrists. Heat was radiating off your body, and your heart was pounding so much, as if it was going to burst through your chest. Felix leaned closer to your neck—

“Alright, time’s up!!” Han said as he opened the door before jumping a little, surprised by the sight before him. “Oh my god were you two fucking?!?”

You and Felix quickly got off the table, your faces completely red and hot with embarrassment. The members were shaking their heads, but Hyunjin, Changbin, and Chan were bursting into laughter while Minho, Seungmin, and Jeongin were giving looks of disgust.

“No no no no,” Felix stammered, “We were just—”

“His shirt is even off, oh my god!!” Changbin pointed out, “Yongbokie’s gotten bold!!”

“Tsk tsk,” Seungmin sighed, mostly in a joking tone. “We should’ve known.”

“Oh come on, guys, they were showing their passion,” Chan said.

“They could’ve waited until we got to the hotel.”

“My bad,” Felix chuckled, still a little embarrassed. “I just love my baby.”

“Yes you do,” you laughed with him and pulled him close. “And I love you too.”

“Okay let’s just go back to the hotel,” Minho said, feigning disgust. “We were supposed to be there an hour ago.”

“Right,” Chan agreed.

You all then grabbed your stuff and made the move out of the stadium to go to the hotel. The entire time, Felix was still a little embarrassed by you and him getting caught by the members, but it was definitely gonna end up as one of the many highlights of the tour. Not to mention, you and Felix of course took a moment to pick up where you left off back at the hotel room later that evening.

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a/n: honestly, i lowkey forgot i had this in my drafts because of college lmao. but enjoy this anyway. i’m still in denial that i’m seeing them in the summer like fjejdjfjfoovgjjrjejwjdjejw. manifesting felix noticing me (he probably won’t lmao)

masterlist | taglist

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Forever Ain’t Long Enough

Paring: Glen Powell x Rockstar!Reader

Summary: Glen Powell and his rockstar love have been together for a decade, ever since they met on Scream Queens. Their relationship, once a well-kept Hollywood secret, is now making headlines—especially after their red carpet appearance at the Twisters premiere, where a certain ring was spotted. Now, sitting down for an exclusive interview ahead of her highly anticipated country comeback album, she finally confirms the rumors: not only did Glen propose, but they’re already married.

The camera flashes are still burned into her retinas. Last night, when they stepped onto the Twisters red carpet, she swore she heard the collective gasp from the press the second they noticed the ring. A decade together and somehow, they’d managed to keep this part a secret—until now.

“Alright,” the interviewer, a seasoned journalist with a warm smile, leans in with an air of intrigue. “Let’s start with the question on everyone’s mind. The Twisters premiere. The ring. Glen Powell finally putting a ring on the rockstar he’s been crushing on for ten years. Is it true?”

She laughs, shaking her head at the dramatics. “Oh, it’s true,” she admits, holding up her hand so the camera gets a good look at the diamond. “But we kinda forgot to tell people that we’ve actually been married for months.”

The interviewer’s jaw drops. “Wait—married? Glen Powell and his longtime rockstar girlfriend-turned-fiancée-turned-wife?”

She grins, nodding. “Yep.”

“Okay, hold on. You mean to tell me Glen Powell—Hollywood’s golden boy, America’s sweetheart—has been secretly married to you, country music’s newly returned queen, for how long?”

“Six months,” she confirms, sitting back against the leather chair. “We had a quiet ceremony on our ranch in Austin. Just family, some close friends, nothing crazy. I think after ten years together, we didn’t feel like we needed a spectacle. We just wanted us.”

The interviewer shakes her head in disbelief. “I need to process this. I feel like I’ve been lied to.”

She laughs again, running a hand through her hair. “I mean, we never lied. We just… didn’t correct anyone.”

“Unbelievable,” the interviewer mutters, then refocuses. “So, tell me—how did Glen propose? Because if this was under wraps, I’m guessing it wasn’t a public, get-down-on-one-knee-at-the-Oscars kind of thing.”

“Not even close,” she says, her smile softening. “It was at home, on the ranch. We were sitting on the porch, watching the sun go down, and he just—he pulled out the ring and said, ‘Ten years is a long time to wait, but forever still doesn’t feel like enough.’ And that was it. Simple. Perfect. Him.”

The interviewer sighs dramatically. “Well, that’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”

“It really was,” she agrees, her fingers absentmindedly twisting her wedding ring. “And I know people always say ‘when you know, you know,’ but Glen—he’s always been it for me. Since day one. I think we both knew it, even when we were just kids messing around on Scream Queens.”

“So, does this mean the new album is about him?”

“Oh, yeah,” she confirms. “He’s all over this record. Every song, every lyric. It’s about the life we built together, the love we’ve grown into. It’s my love letter to him, to us, to Austin, to home. Making this album felt like coming back to myself.”

The interviewer sighs wistfully. “A secret wedding, a country comeback, and a husband who’s been in love with you since the minute he met you. You’re living the dream, girl.”

She grins, looking down at her ring before meeting the camera with a twinkle in her eye. “Yeah,” she agrees. “I really am.”

[spencerreids-wifey]

𝐈'𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | 𝐒.𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃

Category: Smut & Fluff

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warning: sub!spencer, inexperienced!spencer, oral (m and f receiving), virginity loss, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, light dom/sub, use of good boy but only like twice. (Let me know if I've missed anything)

You enjoyed being Spencer's first girlfriend, just because you loved the fact that you got to be the one to ever hold his hand romantically, the one to kiss him or spend the night at his place.

Now, this was not your first relationship, but it was the first time that you didn't have to worry about whether or not they genuinely liked you because sex was the last thing on Spencer's mind, at least as far as you could tell.

Tonight was just like any other night. Spencer had gotten home from a case pretty early and asked if you had wanted to spend the night in which you accepted and packed an overnight bag.

You'd spent the night eating takeout and some documentary that Spencer had put on, but you weren't paying too much attention, you rubbed Spencer's knee which then gained his attention.

Spencer smiled and hesitantly leaned closer to you, and the two of you began to make out on the sofa. It was just a small little moment but then it started to get heated and before you knew it, you were on his lap.

The two of your lips moved in sync, and his hands were on your waist, then you began grinding against him, which had then had caused a shaky moan to fall from his lips.

"Mhm...was that a moan?" You giggled.

Spencer realized the noise he'd just made, and his eyes widened a bit, and he placed his hands onto your waist to stop you from moving any further.

You furrowed your brows. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry, Spencer...I didn't mean to overdo it." You quickly climbed off of him and took a seat beside him, hoping you didn't make him uncomfortable.

The two of you had been dating a year now, and while Spencer was a lot more comfortable when it came to you, he still was hesitant when it came to talking or doing anything intimate.

"No!" Spencer quickly said. "You didn't make me uncomfortable, just...wasn't expecting it."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I wasn't expecting that, but it very clearly had an effect on me." He said with a sheepish tone, and that's when you could see the outline of his cock in his pants.

You tried not to stare but you couldn't help it and you just simply said, "Oh..."

Spencer spoke, "I think I'm ready."

"For what?"

"For you to have me." He took your hand and looked into your eyes. "Completely."

You looked into his eyes. "Are you sure?"

"I am." Spencer nodded. "I trust you, and I don't want to keep you waiting for so long."

You placed your bend back on his knee, this time in an assuring way. "Spence, baby, you don't need to worry about keeping me waiting, I'll only want this if I know you're ready."

Spencer knew you wouldn't rush him into anything he didn't want to do and that was something he appreciated about you.

But now it was time, he needed you and wanted you.

"I promise, I'm ready."

You smiled softly and reached over to slip your hand behind his neck, pulling him into a kiss to which Spencer immediately reciprocated.

Spencer pulled you back onto his lap as you two made out, his hands found your waist, his fingers dug into your waist, digging into your soft flesh as he got lost in the feeling of your tongues dancing together.

With his trembling hands, Spencer trailed down to the blouse that you were wearing. His fingers fumbled quickly with the buttons on her shirt, and you couldn't help but giggle about against his lips.

You pulled back and replaced his hands that were on your shirt with your own hands. "It's alright, let me do it for you."

One by one, you began to unbutton your shirt until you were simply left in your bra.

Spencer's eyes didn't look away, the way your tits were pushing up in the bra you were wearing, it was just too mesmerizing.

A small groan left his lips as his hands reached out to cup your breasts. They were so round and heavy in his hands, and he couldn't help but squeeze as much as he could, and occasionally, his fingers would run over your already head nipples through your bra.

You reached behind you so you could unclasp your bra, and you threw it somewhere on the floor.

Your bare chest was now fully on display for Spencer, who looked like a kid in a candy store.

Spencer leaned down and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples which caused a moan to fall from your lips and your back to arch.

That sound, it was like music to his ears, and he continued to suck gently on your nipple. Your hands went to his hair, tugging a bit, which caused him to moan around your nipple and send vibrations throughout your body.

You tasted so good. You were a perfect mixture of sweet and salty, and Spencer couldn't seem to get enough.

You couldn't stop yourself from moaning and groaning as Spencer paid a good amount of attention to each one of your nipples.

"I think..." You took a deep breath. "It's time for me to give you a little treat." A small smile had played onto your lips as you helped him out of his shirt, Spencer got goosebumps with how cold the room had suddenly felt.

You climbed off his lap and dropped down to your knees, and Spencer's lips parted. He was already hard, but he now he was really hard knowing what he was about to do to him.

Your hands reached for the zipper on his pants, and you smirked. "Now let's see..." Spencer lifted up his hips as you had helped him out of his pants and boxer briefs.

Wow, that's all you could think as he cock sprung free, not wanting to waste anymore time your hand wrapped around him, you began to purposely stroke him slowly.

He gasped as she wrapped her fingers around him, feeling the softness of her skin against his.

"Do you like this?" Your hand twisted around him and went up and down in all types of motions, drawing relentlessly moans from his lips.

Quickly Spencer nodded. "I-I do, yes..."

You were barely doing anything, and already it felt like too much, Spencer's nails dug into the couch, and his eyes squeezed shut.

"Uh, uh." You stopped and looked up at him. "If you don't look at me, I'll have to stop, do you understand?"

Spencer opened back up his eyes and looked at you and answered. "I-I understand."

"Good boy." Those words made him twitch in her hands. "Your cock is so pretty Spencer and I'm so glad I'll be the first and only girl to see this."

Spencer gulped and sheepishly spoke. "Can you, um..you know?"

You knew what he was asking for but you wanted him to directly ask you.

"I don't know, what do you need?"

Spencer hesitated. "Do I have to say it?"

"How can I know what you want me to do if you don't ask me specifically?" You smiled softly.

"Can you...use your mouth?" He asked.

You chuckled, "We'll work on that." And then you leaned in closer, your warm breath against his skin as you had taken his cock into your mouth.

Spencer's eyes widened at the feeling of your warm and wet mouth around him.

You ran your tongue up and down him, licking his tip and trying to take as much as you could down your throat. Spencer's head back against the couch, and his eyes rolled back. You sucked him off with eagerness and whatever you couldn't take in your mouth, you just jerked it.

Spencer could feel the tension building up within him. With everything you were giving him, he could feel himself getting closer.

But he didn't want to come just yet, so he spoke up. "Wait- wait..."

"Whats wrong?" You asked.

"Nothing, I just...I don't want to come so quickly."

You smiled softly. "It's okay if you do, that just shows I'm doing a good job."

"You definitely are." Spencer said, breathless. "I just...want to return the favor, please?"

You rose to your feet so you could pull down your pants and panties and then took a seat down onto the couch. Now it was Spencer's turn to be on his knees for you.

He pushed your legs apart, and his heart raced at the view of your glistening cunt before him, he licked his lips and looked at you. "Let me know if you don't like it, okay?"

You nodded and gasped as he leaned down, and his tongue had flicked out to taste test her. A groan left Spencer's lips at how good you tasted, so sweet.

Your hands went to his hair as he began to lick her like she was his last meal.

While Spencer had never touched a woman a day in his life, he had done a lot of reading, waiting for this moment and he did not want to disappoint you.

Your hips bucked up to his face as he wrapped his arms around your legs, holding you close as he didn't let a drop of you go to waste. His tongue wrapped around your clit and he gently sucked.

"God, Spencer!" Your back arched. "So good, how are you so good at this?"

It was a rhetorical question, but Spencer still wanted to answer. "I've done a lot of reading, although reading about it isn't the same as doing it, you taste amazing." He said as he returned back to what he was originally doing.

Moans filled up the living room, and your legs began to shake. "Don't fucking stop, Spence!"

Your thighs tightened around his head as you got closer and closer with every lick and flick against your clit.

Within seconds, you were left shaking as Spencer made you come harder than any man.

It took you a while to catch your breath, but when you did, you looked down at him and helped him up. "Let's go to your room."

Spencer quickly stood up and the two headed to his bedroom. "Get in the bed, lay down for me." You had instructed.

Spencer climbed into the bed and laid on his back, watching in awe as joined him in the bed, straddling is hips.

His cock brushed against your clit which made the both of you moan. "I'm going to make you feel so good baby..."

Spencer whined, "Please do."

Your hands ran over his chest before lining him up at your entrance, your wetness dripped onto the tip of his cock as your lowered yourself onto him completely.

"Ah.." Spencer shuddered.

"Look at me." You said as you began to rock your hips against him, Spencer's eyes snapped up to you, holding eye contact.

You were so tight around him, and it made it so hard for Spencer not to come on the spot.

"Oh, baby..." His hands went to your hips.

Spencer's cock only got harder with the many movements against him. You moved up and down, your ass and thighs slapping down on him.

You spoke, "Fuck me back baby."

His grip on your waist got more firm, and he began to help guide your movements. Spencer thrusted upwards to meet your movements at the perfect time.

Your eyes grew wide as he managed to find the perfect rhythm. With each thrust, her tits bounced, and he could feel her walls tighten around him. It was such a magnificent feeling that, he could sense you were close

Spencer reached down to her clit, his fingers trembling with anticipation. He needed her to come before he did. His thumb circled the sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure. Your eyes shot open, meeting his with a look of surprise.

Your hips began to move faster, your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the beginnings of your climax building. Spencer could feel it, too, the way your walls fluttered around him, the way your muscles began to quiver. He knew he had you, knew he could give you what she wanted.

Spencer's thrust started to become more and more deliberate with each movement. With every moan that came from your lips it caused him to want to give you more.

His head fell back into the pillow at the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

Then you leaned forward, your hands on his chest as you began to ride him with eagerness.

Spencer watched, his eyes glued to the sight of how well your pussy swallowed his cock, your clit grinding against his pelvis. It was a sight that made him feel like he was going to combust at any given moment. He then reached up, his hands cupping your breasts as he squeezed and pinched your nipples in time with the movements.

"Do you like this?" You asked. "Do you like how well I'm taking your cock, babe?"

In response to your question, he moaned. He was starting to feel his release draw near as you didn't slow down the pace. The pressure in his balls grew with every stroke. All he could do was moan at your filthy words.

You threw your head back. "I'm so close."

"Me too, baby...me too."

Your movements were becoming erratic. You needed to come, and you weren't about to slow down until you did. Spencer could feel you tighten around him, your pussy clamping down onto him.

And then, a loud moan and desperate cry left your lips as you came. Your body shook with the force of your orgasm. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before, his own cock pulsing.

Your pussy was so tight around him and he was ready to let go. Spencer looked up at you as you rode out your pleasure, watching you come did something to him, knowing that he made you come, threw him over the edge.

And then, with a final, desperate thrust, Spencer came. His eyes rolled back in his head, his back arching off the bed as ropes of cum shot from his cock, filling you up.

Never in his life had he ever come that fast and hard.

You moaned softly, feeling his release inside of you. Both his and your juices mixed together leaked out of her as she pulled off of him and dropped to lay beside him, catching her breath.

There was a long silence that made Spencer feel uneasy, so he turned to look at you. "Was that good?"

You looked at him. "Was that good?" She repeated. "That was more than just good."

Spencer smiled.

"You sure that was your first time?" You joked.

Spencer chuckled. "It was, I've just done enough reading and watching to know a good amount."

You raised a brow. "Watching, hm?" You knew Spencer was a man, but you never really thought that he might've watched porn.

"Only for research purposes."

You chuckled. "Right....Right"

You laid your head onto Spencer's chest, still trying to catch your breath, Spencer looked up at the ceiling, really pleased with himself.

"Can we do that again?" He asked.

You looked up at him. "Sure, just.. let me catch my breath."

Hello, I hope you guys enjoyed it. This was my first time writing smut, and as you can see, I'm not too good at it, but I'm learning, and if you have any feedback, don't hesitate to give it.

Also, thank you too, you all who sent so much love and reassurance about my first post, I'm glad it reached people, and you all enjoyed it!

[carrots-bear]

Thanks for the tag Asher! I love tag games, never hesitate to tag me😁

All of these are from fire and rain, but they will all likely change in some way bc I messed up with the lair and stuff, so that is gonna change a lot of things🫠

C: “Casey Junio— oohh! Hey, hey it’s okay. You’re alright, and I’m alright, and now we’re seeing each other again, something that I thought was impossible! It’s fine, Casey. We’re both fine,” Donnie said, hugging the poor boy back, doing his best to ‘inflict comfort’ as Donnie liked to call it.

A: “Alright, how about ‘Nine-thousand’?”, Senior suggested, setting his plate down.

S: Splinter looked up at him— as in waaaaayyy up at him.

U: “Uuuuuuhhh,” Mikey said awkwardly.

A: Aaaaahhh, the years I’ve gone without coffee.

L: “Leo, I thought you were gone! Forever! What did you expect me to do? ‘Oh, well, there goes one brother, good thing I have two more,’ and walk away?”

T: They looked back up at the sky, which had cleared of the dark clouds. It was a deep blue, with red, orange, and yellow cresting the horizon, and clouds lined with gold as the sun dawned and rose. Casey gasped at the sight of his first real sunrise; Donnie let another tear fall. “I’ve missed this,” he whispered wistfully, staring at the salmon colored sky. 

Y: “…You can still chew by yourself, I hope? Or do you need someone to regurgitate for you?”

Alright, tag time…. You know what, moots! And anyone! Come join the fun with the word--

pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

Enjoy! Also, @bagels-and-cream-cheese333. Asher tried to tag you (but there was an extra "3" :P)

I'm kidding, that would be torture. Feel free to do that word though! My actual word is WHIPPERSNAPPERS because why not :)

Word Ask Game

Rules: You are given a word - share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of that word!

Thank you @mistresslrigtar for tagging me 😊 (I love tag games! They're an outlet my tendency to ramble endlessly about things I really love). My word is SWORD! All sentences from the current WIP chapter of On My Honor.

S - Sliding silently inside, he quickly locked the door behind him.

W - "Where are you going so fast?" A hand grabbed Link's shoulder, jerking him to a halt.

O - "Only one way to know for sure," Link said.

R - "Right." They never would, though, Link already knew.

D - Distantly, the clock in the center of town chimed the late hour, and a surge of panic told him he needed to leave, and he needed to leave now, but his feet were fixed to the floor.

As for tagging others, I'm not sure who has already played, but I would love to hear from @poposusz, @silvrash-797, @amelias-zelda-calamity-quintet, or @fan-girls-r-us with the word LOVE (in honor of my love ❤️ for you all!)

[marksbear2]

Hiiii, bear!!! If you're still taking requests, could a request a homelander x male!reader fic where homelander is sort of a little desperate for readers approval because hw hasn't gotten a lot of positive attention in his life? And if it's still open, could I be '🪼 anon', please?

Homelander x male reader

Hiii and yes you may my friend. This has to be like a world record for me to be writing and posting a request in the same day.

Beneath the Cape

The first time you met Homelander, you hadn’t expected much.

Not because he wasn’t impressive—he was. Towering, broad-shouldered, the very image of America’s strongest hero. But you knew his reputation, the whispers beneath the carefully crafted PR. Dangerous. Unstable. Capable of wiping out a city if the mood struck him.

And yet, when you spoke to him, you saw something else. Something beneath the mask.

It had been a brief encounter. A charity event, one of those nauseatingly polished affairs where Vought paraded their golden boy around like a prize horse. You’d been there as part of your company’s sponsorship, nothing special. Just another name on a list.

But then he walked by, and you—unlike everyone else—didn’t grovel. Didn’t flinch. You just… smiled. A simple thing, a polite acknowledgment, nothing more.

And for a second, just a second, Homelander froze.

Then his expression shifted, something unreadable flickering across his face. He gave you a nod, an almost hesitant one, before moving on.

You thought nothing of it.

He, however, couldn’t stop thinking about it. Homelander started noticing you more after that.

It wasn’t immediate, but it was persistent. Every time he passed through a room, his gaze would linger on you a little longer. At first, it was just curiosity. Why hadn’t you looked at him the way everyone else did? With fear. With worship.

Instead, you were… normal. You treated him like a person, not a god.

And for the first time in his life, that felt more intoxicating than any amount of adoration. So he sought you out. First, by coincidence. Then, with more intention. He made excuses to be near you, dropping by your office under the pretense of business, stopping to chat when he saw you at events. He wanted—needed—to know why you were different.

And every time you spoke to him, it was like a breath of fresh air. No false praise. No trembling admiration. Just simple, casual conversation. You didn’t hesitate to crack a joke, to roll your eyes at corporate nonsense, to treat him like—well, like a regular guy.

He couldn’t get enough of it.

Of you.

At first, you chalked up his frequent appearances to coincidence. But then it became too frequent. Too deliberate.

Homelander always seemed to be around. Finding excuses to talk. Standing just a little too close. And then there were the looks. The way he watched you—not with the cold, calculated gaze he gave most people, but something softer. Almost needy.

It was subtle at first, the way his eyes followed you, the way his expression shifted when you laughed at something he said. But then there were the moments when he lingered after conversations, as if reluctant to leave.

And one night, after another one of those tedious events, you finally called him out on it.

“Alright,” you said, arms crossed as you leaned against the balcony railing. “What’s your deal?”

Homelander blinked, tilting his head. “My deal?”

“You keep showing up around me. Hanging around like a lost puppy.” You raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you have better things to do?”

There it was again—that flicker of something behind his eyes.

“Would you rather I leave?” His voice was casual, but you caught the undercurrent beneath it. The uncertainty. The smallest, quietest thread of insecurity, woven into the carefully controlled mask.

You exhaled. “I didn’t say that.”

His expression shifted, something relieved, something satisfied. “Good,” he murmured, stepping closer. Close enough that you could smell the faint scent of his cologne, something crisp and clean beneath the fabric of his suit.

And then he smiled, not the perfect, PR-ready grin he always wore for the cameras, but something real.

Something just for you.

From then on, it was impossible to ignore.

Homelander wanted your attention. Craved it. And he wasn’t subtle about it.

He’d show up at your office unannounced, making himself comfortable in your chair like he belonged there. He’d hover during conversations, subtly guiding them back to himself, clearly wanting to hear what you thought of him.

And, God help you, he was charming when he wanted to be. Infuriatingly so.

“You like me, don’t you?” he mused one evening, seated across from you in your apartment—because, yes, he had started showing up there too, somehow always knowing when you were home.

You scoffed. “What kind of question is that?”

“A simple one.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “You’re nice to me.”

You frowned. “And?”

“No one’s ever nice to me.”

Something in his voice made you pause.

It was an admission, plain and simple, but there was something raw beneath it. Something vulnerable.

He covered it quickly, pasting on a smirk. “Well, not without wanting something in return.”

You sighed. “Maybe I’m just nice.”

He studied you for a long moment. Then, quietly, “Maybe that’s why I like you.”

Your stomach twisted.

Not out of fear. Not out of discomfort. But something deeper.

Something dangerous.

Because the way he looked at you—the way he wanted you—wasn’t just some passing fascination.

It was need.

And you weren’t sure you could ignore it much longer.

---

It escalated from there.

Not in the way you expected. He didn’t push. Didn’t demand.

He just… stayed.

In your life. In your space. Always there, always watching, always waiting for whatever little scraps of attention you’d give him. And God, when you did?

It was like he came alive.

A simple touch—your hand brushing his arm—made his breath hitch. A kind word had him lingering on it for days.

You realized, then, just how little warmth he’d ever been given.

And how much he wanted it from you.

One night, after a long conversation over drinks, he sighed, tilting his head toward you. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

“How much I need this.” His voice was softer than usual. “How much I need you.”

Your chest tightened.

And when he leaned in, when his lips hovered just a breath away from yours, you realized something.

You needed him too.

THE END

[holylulusworld]

Cabin at the lake (9)

Summary: You have a much-needed vacation. There’s only one problem…

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Assistant!Reader

Warnings: SB being an ass, tension, arguments, vacation hijacking, misogynism, slow burn, cocky SB, language, fluff?

A/N: Another short drabble with these two.

Cabin at the lake (8)

Cabin at the lake masterlist

“Why don’t you let me down?” You mutter. Soldier Boy refused to let you walk inside the cabin. He carries you over the threshold, still not letting you down.

“You’ll only get hurt again. I must keep a close eye on my clumsy girl. If you get hurt again, you will blame me.” He smirks as you lean your head against his shoulder. Once again, you’re too tired and wound tight to do more than give in.

“Can you just let me have a rest and get me food?” You huff, not in the mood to argue. “You promised to cook for me. Hopefully, you want to keep that promise.”

“You won’t lift a finger tonight, sweetness. My lady doesn’t have to work or do more than take dick,” he snickers because you growl his name, along with profanities. “We will get you there, baby. I’ll make you my pretty housewife, and the moment you have little Soldier Boy in your belly, you’ll purr like a cat for me.”

“Why does everything you say have something to do with your dick?” You’re angry at Soldier Boy. He just can’t have a normal conversation. Or so it seems. “I told you that I’m hungry, and not for dick!”

“Soon, baby,” he says while carefully placing you on the couch. Soldier Boy covers you with a warm blanket and checks on your hand. “I know the meds are kicking in. The doctor said it can happen that you will feel dizzy and maybe a little disoriented. The stuff Vought gave you was no good.”

“Vought isn’t interested in helping anyone but themselves. All they have in mind is money. They use everyone, and if you are no longer useful, they’ll get rid of you. Supe or not.”

“I already got that, baby cakes,” he purrs, lips pressing against your cheek. “I use them too to make a shit ton of money before I say goodbye to living the life I always wanted to live. They believe I’m their loyal lapdog.”

Soldier Boy laughs. He walks off and toward the small kitchenette.

“You can’t fuck void over. They will know. They always know,” you harrumph. “If you try to work against them, everyone you like will stand in the line of fire.”

“I only like you, and you’re not going to leave my side. I’ll protect you,” he casually says. He doesn’t take Vought seriously, but you do. They will not let Soldier Boy, their poster boy, go.

“Soldier Boy, they will never let you out of your contract. You know that.” You try to reason with your boss. “If you try, they’ll kill you.”

“Ben,” he says while rummaging in the kitchenette.

“What?” You crane your neck to watch him get a pan out of one of the cupboards.

“My name is Ben,” Soldier Boy says. “You can call me by my name. Soldier Boy is just the suit and shield. When we are alone, you can call me Ben or baby. Whatever you like better.”

You throw a pillow at him but smile. Soldier Boy never told you his real name or did anything nice for you. Now he cooks dinner and tells you his name.

“Fine.” You snuggle into the blanket and close your eyes. “I like Ben better. If only he’d stop talking about his dick.”

“One step after another, sweetness,” he calls from the kitchenette. “You cannot expect me to tame the beast in my pants. He only wants you.”

“Christ, if you are that obsessed with my cunt, you should feed it when my hand is better,” you grumble and turn around on the couch to get some sleep. Dinner will take some time, and you’re tired.

“You want me to take care of your pussy?” He suddenly stands in front of the couch to look down at you. “Y/N, don’t play with me. If you want me to destroy it, tell me now.”

You smile to yourself but remain silent.

“I’ll take this as a yes,” Ben nods to himself. “Alright. I’ll get dinner ready for you. The moment your hand is healed, your kitty will end up well-fed…”

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[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

I may be a real bad boy...but baby I'm a real good man -Part 2 Oneshot

One of my lovely little darlings asked for a part 2 of this one. Hope y'all like it! Word count: 4834 Warnings: talk of past abuse, scarring

Part 1

“What’s that?” Bucky asked as he walked into Y/N’s room.

“Another letter from my parents,” she sighed, handing it over to him when he sat next to her on her bed.  

He read through it quickly, then scowled.  “Jesus, what is their problem?”

“I’ve been seen with the Avengers, Buck, which must mean I’m rich now, and that obviously means I owe them something since they are the reason I’m alive,” she scoffed, rubbing her eyes harshly with her fingers.  

He crumpled the letter up and stuffed it in his pocket before leaning forward and hugging her tight.  “You don’t owe them shit, babycakes, you know that right?” he said reassuringly.

Y/N smiled as she hugged him back.  “I know,” she said quietly.  “I just wish they would do what they’ve done for twenty years and just leave me alone.”

Bucky sighed heavily, then pulled back to look at her.  “Ignore them.  There’s nothing they can do to hurt you now.”  She nodded and leaned in to kiss him.  He playfully bit her lower lip and she whined at him, making him laugh.  “Come on, let’s go down to the pool with everybody else,” he said.  “The party has already started.”

Y/N’s anxiety spiked at that, but she kept a neutral face.  “Okay, um, give me a few minutes and I’ll be right down,” she said nonchalantly.

Bucky’s eyes slightly narrowed at her, waiting a beat to see if he could read what was wrong, before he smiled wider and nodded.  “Alright, don’t take too long!” he said, kissing her once more before getting up and leaving her room.

Y/N waited for his footsteps to go further down the hallway before she let out a shaky breath.  She hadn’t worn a tank top or anything revealing enough to show her back in years, and even during sex with Bucky she was always on her back, making it so he wouldn’t be able to see or feel it if he tried to wrap his arms under her.  How was she going to hide it from the entire team?

***

Steve, Bucky, Natasha and Yelena were in the pool, splashing each other until Steve and Bucky raced each other across the pool to see who was faster.  With the super soldier serum in their blood it was definitely impressive to watch.  Y/N was sitting on one of the beach chairs with Wanda next to her while Tony and Bruce were grilling burgers further away.

“Aren’t you hot?” Wanda asked her after a moment.  “It’s 92 degrees and you’re wearing a t-shirt and shorts.”

“I’m fine,” Y/N waved her off.  “It’s a white t-shirt, and it’s not that hot.”

“Says the girl who is literally sweating through her hair,” Wanda said, reaching over and swiping off a bead of sweat from Y/N’s temple.  “Come on, just take it off, you’ll feel better.”

“No thanks, I’m good,” Y/N said, taking a long sip of her water.

“Babycakes, come on in!” Bucky called to her from the pool.  

“I’m good, thank you!” she replied, trying to keep the air of nonchalance in her voice even as her frustration grew.  

Why won’t she come in?

What’s going on?

Does she not feel good about herself?

Y/N took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her sunglasses hiding the tightness around her eyes.  She was panicking, which made it so her mental blocks weren’t as strong as usual and she would hear people’s thoughts again.  She heard Bucky pull himself out of the pool, water dripping heavily from him as he walked over to her chair and sat on it by her legs.  “What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked quietly as he leaned over her.  “Why won’t you come in?”

“I don’t feel like it,” she said quickly.  “Just wanna get some sun.”

He frowned at her, then looked at Wanda.  “Don’t ask me,” Wanda said, throwing her hands up.

Bucky leaned in closer to her ear so no one else could hear.  “What’s going on?” he whispered.

“I don’t wanna take my shirt off, Buck,” Y/N said, silently begging him to understand.

“Why not?  You look amazing,” he asked, looking shocked at her confession.  

“Please just trust me,” she whispered, finally opening her eyes and looking at him.  “Please?”

He looked surprised, his frown deepening, but he nodded.  “Okay,” he said simply before giving her a quick kiss and getting up from the chair.  She took a slow, deep breath, trying to calm herself as she turned on her electric fan and fanned her face.  

A little while later as she was standing by the other end of the pool after eating a burger, she was sipping on a cocktail when Sam came up out of nowhere and lifted her off her feet, heading toward the pool.

“Sam!  Stop!” she yelled, trying not to let her sonic scream overtake her voice.  “Don’t!”

“Oh come on, Y/N, have some fun!” he said, laughing as she kicked and squirmed in his hold.  The others started laughing at his antics, but Y/N was freaking out.  No, please, not this, not now…

He suddenly maneuvered her into a position at the edge of the pool so that he grabbed her shirt and lifted it over herself before dropping her into the water.  Y/N squealed, trying to twist her body as she hit the water.  When she resurfaced she spat out the water that rushed into her mouth and nose before glaring at Sam.  “Fuck you Sam!” she screamed, part of her ability slipping out and making the water ripple toward him.  It splashed his feet and legs, making him laugh harder as she tried backstroke swimming to the opposite side of the pool away from him.

“Hey, glad you made it,” Bucky said, swimming toward her with a smile.  

“I’m not staying,” Y/N said, keeping her back beneath the water as best as she could, facing him so he couldn’t see.

“What?  Y/N–” he started.

“Y/N?” Wanda’s voice carried over from her chair.  “What’s on your back?”

Y/N stiffened, shutting her eyes tight.  “Nothing,” she said loudly as she continued trying to get away.

Bucky frowned.  “What?  What’s on your back?” he asked, trying to swim around her.  

“No, Bucky, no,” she said, holding her hands out to him.  Her constant protests were getting the attention of everybody by the pool, all of them watching on with frowns on their faces as well.  “Just let me leave.”

“Okay, you’re scaring me now, babycakes,” he said, his eyes conveying his worry.  He got close to her and reached for her shoulders.  “Just let me see–”

“NO!” she yelped as she turned her sharply.  The second he saw it he froze, his fingers tightening on her shoulders.  She held her breath, hanging her face into her hands in shame.

“What is it—oh my god,” Wanda said when she walked around the edge of the pool to see.  “Y/N…what…how did you get that?”

She could hear the rest of them all coming over to look, each of them reacting with some type of gasp or sound of surprise.  “Y/N,” Bucky whispered.  “What is this?”

“Scars,” she whispered, pulling away from his touch.  “Please let me go.”

His hands fell away, and she swam to the side of the pool with the stairs and climbed out.  She ran into the building without looking back, her tears pouring down her face as she raced to her room barefoot in a swim top and short shorts.  She didn’t want it to happen like this.  Of course she wouldn’t be able to hide it forever, especially from Bucky, but she couldn’t stand the fact that this was how everybody found out.  When she reached her room she locked the door and instructed Friday to keep it locked before going to her bathroom and turning on the shower.  She turned the water cold to try and cool down her feverish skin, the scars feeling like they were burning along her back.  She washed off the sunscreen smell and let the water relax her as she cried heavily.  Another lovely reminder of her parents’ anger and transgressions, permanently etched into her skin.

***

“It’s been four days and she won’t come out,” Bucky explained to her uncle Teddy as they walked down the hallway to her room.  “She won’t talk to anyone, not even me.”

Teddy sighed heavily when they reached her door then turned to Bucky.  “Thank you for calling me,” he said quickly.  “I’ll see what I can do.”

Bucky nodded, looking at her door sadly before walking back down the hallway.  Teddy turned to the door and knocked.  “Y/N?  It’s Ted–”

The door ripped open and Y/N gaped at him.  “Teddy?” she cried, then threw herself into his arms.  “Teddy, what are you doing here?” she asked, tears streaming down her face.

“Your boyfriend called me,” he said with a sad chuckle.  “What’s this about you holing yourself away in here?”

Y/N let him go and gave him a pitiful sniffle.  “He saw,” she said quietly.  He frowned but nodded.  “They all saw,” she said, trying to bite back more tears.

“Come on, let’s talk,” Teddy said, pushing her back into her room and closing the door behind him.  “You look a mess, honey.”

“I know,” she sighed, flopping back down on her bed with him sitting next to her.  “I just couldn’t face it.  The looks they all gave me,” she said, her voice starting to raise in pitch as her emotions overwhelmed her again.  

“Well they were going to find out eventually anyway, right?” Teddy reasoned.  “What did you expect to do exactly?  Hide away a huge part of yourself, even from him?”

She shrugged her shoulders.  “It was working for a little while.”

“Sounds like you still have a bit of therapy to get through,” Teddy joked halfheartedly.  “You’re surrounded by the most extraordinary but traumatized people in the world.  They of all people would not judge you for what has happened in your past and the literal and metaphorical scars you hold from that.  Why did you feel the need to hide them?”

Y/N knew he was right.  Everyone on the team had been through some type of shit in their lives, some worse than her, especially Bucky.  Why was she so afraid?  “I guess I just wasn’t ready to face it myself,” she said finally.  “They’re just a constant reminder that I wasn’t…wanted.  That I was wrong.  Bad.  Abnormal.”

“Do you think I’m bad?” Teddy asked.

“What?  No, of course not!” Y/N retorted, looking at him incredulously.

“Am I wrong for having my ability?” he continued.  “Am I abnormal?  Unwanted?”

“No!  How could you say that?” she frowned.

“Because I feel the same about you,” Teddy said, reaching for and holding her hands.  “You aren’t bad, you’re good.  There’s nothing wrong with you for having a mutated gene that gives you abilities, just different.  Does that make us abnormal?  Sure.  But so what?  None of that means that you aren’t appreciated, wanted and loved.”  He pulled her into a hug, which she quickly reciprocated.  “Bucky wouldn’t have called me if he didn’t love and want you, scars and all.”

That made her cry all over again.  She had really sold him and the others short.  They had shown no signs of fear, hesitation or hate towards her the entire time she had been here, so why would a few scars make any difference?  “Thank you,” she said, squeezing him tight.

“Anytime,” Teddy said, his teasing tone coming back in his voice.  “But before you talk to everybody, you need to shower.  You stink.”

“Teddy!”

***

Y/N was sitting on a lone chair facing the rest of the Avengers who were all sitting on the couches and chairs across the common room, watching her intently.  “Um, firstly, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for how I reacted the other day,” she started, wringing her hands in her lap.  “And secondly, I wanted to explain.”

“You don’t have to explain,” Wanda said quickly.  The others all nodded in agreement.

“I appreciate that, but I think I do,” Y/N said, giving them all a small smile.  She took a deep breath then stood.  “So, uh, this is what I was hiding,” she said, unzipping her jacket and turning around.  She had a sports bra on so she wouldn’t be completely naked, but she shrugged the jacket off for them all to see.  There was a chorus of gasps and sounds of surprise.  Y/N let them look for a long moment before putting her jacket on and zipping it before she turned to sit back down and look at them.  Wanda was crying, Yelena’s frown was the deepest she’d ever seen, and Peter, Sam, Tony, Bruce and Steve were all upset.  But the worst was Bucky’s look of despair, a look that she’d only ever seen when he was coming out of his worst nightmares.

“My parents didn’t know how to handle my abilities when they manifested themselves,” she explained.  “I was seven when I first heard my mom’s thoughts.  I caught her in a lie, and she freaked out when she realized it was because I could hear her.  Then as she was spanking me I screamed, and it shattered the kitchen window.”  She swallowed, trying to not let it all make her cry again.  “I tried not to let the constant voices get to me, but I didn’t know how to tune them out like I do now.  My dad couldn’t handle the fact that I had inherited the mutant gene, that I was a ‘freak like his brother,’” she quoted with a scoff.  “After a pretty bad day he lost it on me, and hit me with his belt until I stopped screaming.”  She sniffed, quickly wiping her eyes before smiling.  “They shipped me off to Uncle Teddy so he could deal with me, and uh…long story short, I’m scarred, physically and mentally, and it sucks but it is what it is.  And I’m sorry I wasn’t trusting enough in all of you to be understanding about it–”

Wanda stood and walked over to her, kneeling down and hugging her tight.  “It wasn’t any of our business until you felt it was, dearest.  I’m sorry we all pushed you, we just didn’t know.  But we should have accepted your refusal from the start.  I’m sorry.”

Y/N hugged her back.  “Thank you.”

They each approached her with hugs and apologies, Sam especially feeling horrible for being the one to force her to show her scars, but Y/N felt lighter than she had in years at the way they all accepted it and didn’t judge or treat her any differently than normal.  Last to approach her was Bucky, who silently took her hand and pulled her out of the common room and towards her room.  Y/N let him lead her, knowing that they would need to have their own conversation about everything.  He closed her door behind her when she walked in then locked the door, and turned to face her.  Tears were brimming in his eyes and she panicked at the sight.

“Bucky,” she said, reaching up and cupping his face.  “Please don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered.  “I’m sorry I didn’t see, that I wasn’t someone you felt safe enough with to talk to about it–”

“No, oh my god, no, Buck,” Y/N shook her head fervently.  “I do feel safe with you.  I do trust you.  I just wasn’t ready yet, do you hear me?”  Bucky bit his lower lip to bite back more crying, sniffling as she wiped his tears away.  “I love you,” she confessed.

His eyes widened at that.  They hadn’t said it to each other yet, but Y/N knew what she felt and didn’t want to keep anything else from him.  He released his lip and his lips trembled as he smiled at her.  “I love you, too, babycakes,” he breathed.  He wound his arms around her waist and pulled her into him, then leaned down and kissed her gently.  Y/N let herself melt into the kiss, but after a minute or two Bucky’s hands shifted down her back to the front of her jacket.  His fingers gripped the zipper and he pulled away to look at her.  “May I see?” he asked, a look of sadness and determination in his eyes.

Y/N nodded and took a deep breath.  Bucky getting up close and personal with her scars had worried her before, but now she knew he was just curious and wanting to make it better somehow for her.  He nodded then pulled the zipper down slowly, helping her pull it off and letting it fall to the floor before his fingers traced up her stomach to her sports bra.  She nodded permission, and he helped her take it off, leaving her top naked.  He kissed her again, pushing her back towards her bed until the back of her legs hit the mattress.  His fingers pulled her bottoms down and off, then pushed her to lay down on the bed.  “Turn over for me,” he said.  

She took a deep breath to steady her heartbeat, then turned herself over to lay on her stomach.  There was a beat of silence, then Bucky’s flesh fingers touched the base of her spine where the scars began.  Most of them were small gashes from the belt buckle and prong, but there were two long ones that stretched along her spine from the length of the leather belt hitting her skin just right so that it made the skin split.  His fingers traced along those two, the worst ones that had stretched her skin and pinkened it.  She heard his clothes jostling for a moment and then the bed dipped as he climbed up, kneeling between her legs.  Both of his hands were now on her back, almost massaging along her spine, until he leaned down and he kissed the first small scar near her ass.

Bucky’s kisses traveled over her back, making sure he touched and kissed every scar reverently before moving on to the next one.  It was overwhelming for Y/N, a fresh wave of tears silently falling down her face.  He was being so gentle, so sweet, and she couldn’t help the emotional reaction she was having.  She took another shaky breath as he finally reached the top of her longest scar in between her shoulder blades.  

“My pretty babycakes,” he whispered against her skin.  “I’m so sorry you weren’t loved the way you deserve.  Thank you for trusting me.”  His hands spread her legs further apart, his metal fingers moved in between her legs, his fingers slipping through her slit slowly.  “Thank you for loving me,” he continued.  “Can I make love to you like this, Y/N?”

She turned her head to look back at him.  His eyes were focused on her pussy, then glancing up at her back until he met her gaze.  “You want to see them while we…?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded, leaning over so he could kiss her again.  “You accepted me, scars and all.  Let me return the favor.”  Her breath hitched, her chin wobbling as she bit back a sob.  She nodded with a small smile and he smiled back at her.  “Thank you.”

His first two metal fingers dipped inside her, making her moan and her head flop back onto the bed.  She didn’t realize she had gotten so wet just from his kisses across her back, but she had, and as he worked her up she couldn’t stop the tears as she thought about how wonderful this man of hers was.   Bucky pumped his fingers in and out of her slowly, taking his sweet time in pulling any and all sounds he could from her until her legs started shaking.  “That’s it, babycakes.”

She stiffened after a moment, then her body fell off that last precipice and she came, a small gush coating his fingers as she moaned into the blankets, her fingers gripping them tightly.  Bucky’s fingers fucked her through it until she stopped shaking, then he pulled them out and she could hear him lick his fingers clean.  “So good,” he mumbled.  “Get on your knees for me.”  Y/N struggled to shift up on her knees, leaning on her elbows as the side of her face rested against the bed.  “Aw, still sensitive?” he asked teasingly, then she felt the tip of his cock rub through her pussy lips. 

She jiggled her ass at him, and he chuckled, his flesh hand giving her right ass cheek a quick smack.  “Good girl,” he said, then started pushing in.  Y/N moaned into the bed, her legs slightly spreading even more to be able to take him in.  She would never get used to this, just how perfect he felt inside her, but now in this position he felt even deeper somehow, making her eyes roll back.  

“Buckyyyy…” she groaned when he was balls deep.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned with her.  “God, as much as I love the way we’ve always done it, this is…fuck,” he huffed, his hips trembling with how far inside he felt.  “This is different.”  She nodded, her arms moving above her head to grip at the blankets more firmly.  “And seeing your pretty ass raised like this for me,” he said, smacking her ass cheeks again, making her squeak.  “I didn’t know what I was missing.  And these,” his fingers traced up her scars again, his hips starting a steady pace in and out of her, “proving just how strong and good and beautiful my baby is.  I’m so proud of you, Y/N.”

Y/N was overcome with emotion, her tears falling harder and her breaths heavy with sobs.  “It’s okay, Y/N,” he said, keeping up the pace as he leaned over and across her back, positioning himself so he was basically mounting her.  “Let it all out while I love you.  I’ve got you.  I’ve got you.”

It felt like he was everywhere, his face tucked into the back of her neck, his huffed breaths heating her skin and his deep, low voice in her ear and vibrating from his chest onto her back, his metal arm holding around her waist while his flesh arm kept him up so he couldn’t crush her.  Feeling his front against her scarred back was somehow relieving, healing, like the skin to skin contact stitched together those last few pieces of her heart from when she was a child.  Her orgasm was fast approaching again, her legs shaking under him as he fucked her slowly, deliberately, letting her feel every little thing.  Her mental block slipped and she could hear him…

My strong girl.

My pretty babycakes.

“Atta girl, cum on me,” he said, kissing and licking her shoulder and the top of the longest scar.  “I can feel you.  Let go.  Let it all go, babycakes.”

Y/N’s breathing picked up even faster, her fingers scratching at the bed until the pressure built up impossibly high, then she was cumming again.  She squealed loudly as her pussy constricted around him, another gush spilling from her as she shook beneath him.  Bucky whimpered at how tight she was around his cock, fucking deep into her a few more times until he stiffened and came, his hips trembling harder as he let it all out inside of her.

They sat like that for another minute or two as their combined highs calmed down.  Bucky nuzzled his face into her hair before pulling himself up. He groaned as he slowly pulled himself out of her then turned her over so he could see her.  Y/N felt like jelly as she slumped to her back, her eyes feeling heavy as she looked up at Bucky.  He smirked at the look on her face, leaning down to kiss her deeply.  She lazily kissed him back, and when his lips moved from her mouth and down her neck she moved herself any way he wanted her to as he kissed across her skin.  “Mmh, sweetness,” she moaned lightly.

Bucky kissed back up to her face, kissing her cheek chastely before wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks.  “I hope those are good tears,” he said quietly.  

“Yes,” Y/N quickly nodded.  “Yes.  Thank you Bucky.  That was incredibly…healing,” she said, sniffling before any more emotions could overwhelm her again.

He gave her a wide smile.  “Please talk to me if you’re struggling, Y/N. Please don’t hide things from me.  Nothing you say or do could make me judge or hate you.  I love you too much,” he joked, nipping at her bottom lip.  

She huffed a laugh at him, running her fingers through his hair affectionately.  “I will, I promise,” she agreed.  “I love you, sweetness.”

***

Bucky sat at the small kitchen table in the old house, waiting as the sounds of bustling movement came from the garage.

“Harry, stop being such an idiot!” 

“Fuck off, Julia!”

Their shrill voices carried through the hallway, making Bucky grimace as he pointed the gun in his right hand, keeping it visible on top of the table for them to see as they walked in.

“How do you fuck up grabbing the bread I asked you to get?  It’s the same bread we’ve bought for thirty years!” Julia yelled as she walked through the door, her arms heavy laden with grocery bags.  She didn’t see him at first, plopping the bags on the floor before straightening herself up with a sigh, and as she turned to walk back out of the kitchen she did a double take of him.  Her eyes widened, and just as she opened her mouth to scream Bucky held up the gun, his eyebrows raising in a dare.  She cut herself off, her mouth shutting fast as she froze on the spot.

Harry walked through the door a moment later with a few bags in his hands.  “Jesus, woman, will you just leave me alo–” he froze when he saw Bucky, glancing at Julia before dropping his bags.  “What the fuck?!” he yelled.  “Who are you?”

“Shut up and sit down,” Bucky snarled, cocking the gun toward the last empty seat at the table.  Harry looked defiant but fearful, his jaw ticking as he slowly walked forward and sat down.  Bucky could see Julia inching towards the sink.  “I already grabbed that gun earlier,” he said to her.  “And you could try the knife block, but it won’t end well for either of you.”  Julia froze again, her eyes staying comically wide.  Bucky focused back on Harry.  “I’m not here to kill you,” he said.

Harry’s frown deepened.  “Then what do you want?  We don’t have any money.”

“Right, you’re just trying to get it from your daughter,” Bucky said, revealing his left arm as he let it fall on the table with a heavy thud that made a crack in the tabletop.  Harry’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping open and Julia whimpered behind him as they recognized him.  “Let me just make something abundantly clear,” he continued.  “You will not contact her again.  No calls, no emails, no more pathetic letters,” he said, unfurling his closed metal fist and letting the crumpled letter he’d taken fall on the table.  “She owes you nothing.  Don’t you ever bother her or interrupt her happiness again.  Do as you have done for the past 20 years, and leave her alone.”

“You have no right–” Harry started.

*BANG*

Julia screamed, cowering in the corner of the kitchen while Harry sat shaking, breathing heavily as blood trickled down from where the top of his left ear had been grazed.  Bucky glared at him, pointing the gun more toward his face.  “Do I need to repeat myself?” he asked dangerously.  Harry shook his head fast.  “Answer me,” Bucky grumbled.  

“N-n-no,” Harry stammered.

“No, what?” Bucky asked, tilting his head at him.

“No s-sir,” Harry said, his chin wobbling as his eyes brimmed with tears.

Bucky glanced at Julia, who quickly nodded and held her hands up.  “No sir,” she cried.

He glared at them both for another moment before nodding.  He stood from the table, putting his gun away before walking toward the door they had come through.  He stopped at the doorway and turned to look at Julia.  “If I ever even hear of either of you again, I’ll end you.  Slowly,” he warned, his metal arm whirring as he clenched his fist.  Julia sniffled sadly, nodding again.  Bucky huffed a laugh at how pathetic they were, then walked out of the house.  If there was anything he could do to protect his babycakes, he would do it.  

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So I woke up to 100 followers this morning, and I was really surprised.

THANK YOU!

I’m still learning my way here, but hopefully I’m getting better.

I know people on all different platforms do celebrations like writing prompts and stuff, but a) I’m a slow writer and b) I’m lazy. So I thought, now might be a good time to release this:

TO YOU I BELONG

SNEAK PEAK

Chapter 1 coming 21/02 🇦🇺⏱️

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

From Chapter 7: Honeydaying

Sitting on the edge of his bed, hunched over, arms leaning on his thighs, Dean twisted the small pill bottle in his hands, listening as each tablet fell to the bottom. There weren’t many, six at most, and they rattled around in there, waiting for him to open the lid and take one out.

Or man up and throw them in the trash like he’d planned.

The problem was, he knew how his body would react to not taking the daily suppressant. He’d experienced it before. And if his inner alpha was overprotective of you now, it was about to turn into a possessive dick the second the drug’s effects wore off in T minus twenty-four hours, if he…

No.

Not if.

He was doing this. He was gonna claim you and make you his.

Which is why even though the trashcan was only three feet in front of him, he still sat there unmoving from the memory-foam cushioning his ass…

Fuck. Why was this so hard?

He put the pills down on his bedside table and leant back into the mattress, fishing his phone out from his jean pocket. The denim hugging his hips was too tight, and he had to lift himself up a few inches to yank the device free, unlocking it with a couple of taps and a swipe up.

His fingers continued to work the touch screen, locating contacts, flicking down to the letter J, and hitting the green call button. At least there was one thing he wasn’t hesitating over.

He heard the click and a familiar voice fondly speak his name before he’d even brought it up to his ear.

“Dean Winchester.”

“Hey, Jody. How’s it going?” Dean stood up off the bed and moved to the closet.

“Good. Although I’m a little surprised to hear you ask me that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The door creaked in protest, as did his back, though it cracked more than creaked when he arched over to reach his green duffle he’d thrown on the floor after the hunt in Iowa. The couple of weapons he hadn’t bothered to put away hit against each other as the bag swayed and gravity played with their weight.

“Just that you don’t call me unless you need something or someone’s dead. Oh god. Is Sam okay? What have you boys gotten into now?”

“Alright, first off, that’s insulting.” He emptied the contents onto the bed, pulling out a shirt that had wound its way around his shotgun. “And second.” He brought the fabric up to his nose for a sniff test. It needed washing, or burning with added salt. The remnants of nameless monster guts clung to the collar, and he didn’t hesitate to throw it out. Those pills though... “Everything’s fine. Sammy’s alive last time I checked.

“I wanted to know how you were. What’s wrong with that?” He caught the phone between his neck and shoulder, freeing his hands up to open the chamber of his prized weapon. The racking was rather loud when he closed it back again, and he grimaced. Jody was going to notice that.

“Nothing,” she said. “But that’s not why you’re calling.”

Why did he attract people who could see right through him? “Well, ah, to be honest, I need a favour.” He took a long breath in, preparing himself to deliver his news. “I met my soulmate and—”

“What?” Her high-pitched squeal had him dropping his shoulder and her. “Are you sure?”

Seriously! It’s like she was trying to cut him deep. “What do you mean, am I sure? I know my own damn initials,” he shouted down at his phone. Luckily, it had only landed on the bed. He did not have the patience or time to get a new one.

He ditched the shotgun and picked up Jody, bringing her back to his ear.

“So you’re no longer running solo, huh? Finally claimed someone! What are they? An omega, a beta? Or another alpha like you?” She chuckled. “I’d love to see that.”

‘Bitch.’

‘Dude. This is Jody.’

‘She’s insulting our mate.’

‘No, she’s insulting you, you dick.’

“Ah, an omega, and I haven’t claimed her yet,” Dean said, cringing when his inner alpha interrupted him again. His eyes searched for the pill bottle and gave it a once over. No, no. This was gonna be hell, but he’d grin and bear it. “That’s why I was calling—”

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Possessive Techza learning the revival spell because not even Death will get to keep Dream, sorry Kristine but your time with Dream is limited and Techza are very impatient about getting him back

How do they know the spell?? Techza asked Dream while he was blissed out and his mind too mushy to even remember that he gave away that knowledge, pain and torture never got it out of him but love and pleasure can totally do that Philza just had to experiment a little with some unfortunate soul to make sure that he is not going to butch the spell

getting the revive book would be so ideal for possessive techza. talk about a sense of control.

very adult content under the cut.

"We almost lost you," came Philza's voice. In the candlelight, Dream could make out the painful sincerity on his face, as well as the way his hair stuck to his neck from sweat.

Dream wasn't sure how many times he came. The waves of pleasure blurred together; he'd orgasm once, then in his sensitivity afterwards he came again in mere seconds. He wailed, weakly, into the cold air of the cabin as he was overcome again.

It hasn't been eight hours since Philza and Technoblade carried him home, finding him half-dead in a snowbank. He was trying to hunt before a snowstorm hit-- another stupid mistake that he knew would upset them. They warmed him and gave him some time to rest before he was woken by fingertips on his collarbone and large hands hoisting his body upwards.

Those same large hands lifted him up again, then loosened until gravity placed him firmly on Techno's length. He squirmed as he was stretched-- Techno's size was barely manageable, and the ache bordered close to pain. He liked it that way, and he saw Techno and Phil watching him admiringly. He was slick with sweat, the angles of his body made rosy and blushed.

"We almost lost you," Phil said again, his hand sliding down Dream's stomach, starting at the bulge below his belly button -- the imprint of Techno's length -- and ended at Dream's clit. His soft, circular movements mixed with the pain and made the ache bearable. He tried to move his hips, but Techno held him squarely in place, ignoring his whines.

"Look-- we dunno how else to ask, so I'm just gonna come out and say it." Techno sounded fairly restrained for a man with his cock fully sheathed. "Would you give us the revive book? Just in case?" "Nnn?" Dream scrambled to create a single coherent thought. He hoped his pathetic little noise would get the point across.

"We love you, sweetheart," Phil said, pulling closer until their chests touched. "Let us keep you safe." "It's alright, Dream."

Dream's head fell forward onto Phil's shoulder as he came, again, clenching around Techno's length. He shuddered and cried, convulsing with how overwhelming the feeling was. Hearing Techno grunt behind him only made matters worse. They didn't like when he touched himself during sex, they'd prefer to do the work themselves, so he resisted the urge.

"Good, good," Phil cooed, "You're doing so well. Let us do more for you, alright?"

"You're so wet--"

"Sweet boy--"

"Dream, look at you, we want you to stay with us--"

"Please, Dream. We're not gonna hurt you."

Dream's eyes watered, both from the effort of staying still on Techno and the emotion that bubbled in his throat. He was used to being a vessel of the book; if he gave it away, he'd be nothing. He never expected to use it to his advantage like this. To be so deeply wanted that two immortals were willing to go to such lengths to keep him. To, perhaps, be immortal with them. The loss of control tugged at him, deep in his chest, desperate to make an argument, to fight this flood of love, to rebuild the walls around himself--

He needed to move on Techno's cock.

"Okay," Dream said, breathless. "Okay, okay."