#I JUST WANNA CURL UP INTO A LITTLE BALL ON THE FLOOR AND ROLL AROUND SQUEALING.BC I LOVE HER

[yamikawas]

Yoomtah follows you and is sometimes who sends you these loveletter asks because she knows how much you love them and wants to show her undying love for you in any way she can

HI IM ANSWERING THESE 2 AT ONCE TO SAVE BRAIN ENERGY ANYWAYS

WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!YOOMTAH IF UR READING THIS HI SEND AS MANY LOVE LETTERS AS U WANT I LOVE ALL OF THEM EHEHE<3<3<3ALSO CUTE OF U TO HAVE A DATING SIM OF ME U CAN GO ON A DATE WITH ME FOR REAL IF U WANT THO<3<3<3

[buckyalpine]

18 + That is your warning so stop reading. Imagine being an absolute slut for your bodyguard Bucky even though your very much so dating Steve.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you" Steve snarled, picking up his pace while you hiccupped, "You filthy fuckin' slut, you worked up and down on his cock didn't you, I'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this"

“But I love riding his dick daddy” You wailed while bouncing on Steve's cock, biting you lip, your eyes rolling back thinking about how Bucky stretched you open like a whore, splitting you in half. "I wan Bucky's cock" You sobbed, sounding needier than ever and it made Steve leak.

"Fuck sugar, that right? You're that much of a desperate slut, you want my best friends cock?"

"Uh-huh" you nodded, nearly going cross eyed, making an utter mess all over the dark blond curls at the base of Steve's cock. He didn't stop his harsh thrusts as the door clicked open, your body guard striding into the office, his cock already rock hard.

"Hey pretty girl" Bucky cooed, smirking at how cockdrunk you were while he rounded he corner of the desk to where you were splayed across Steve's lap where he sat in his office chair. He traced your pouty bottom lip before slipping his thumb into your mouth, humming in satisfaction at the way you sucked it, moaning around the metal digit.

"Go on, finish what I started" Steve nodded while you squeaked as Bucky picked up you up effortlessly off of Steve's cock, and tossing you over his shoulder.

"Need my cock, huh Bambi, that all?" Bucky's wide palm rubbed your sore ass where Steve had spanked you, turning over to place a quick kiss onto the hot skin before laying you down on the table. You let out a needy moan at the sound of his belt hitting the floor, so deep in subby space, spreading your legs extra wide as he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock.

"Look at that, such a good girl, spreading her legs for me" Bucky leaned over to take a good look at you, your dazed expression and wiggling hips making his balls impossibly heavy. "Wanna show Steve how well you take my cock baby? Show him how I make you moan and cum, n'how I play with that cute little button between your legs?"

"Mph, Bucky please" You whined, pouting at the disappointed tsk Bucky made.

"That's not what you call me Bambi, c'mon, whose cock do you want, say it"

"Fuck me, Sergeant-OH-MY-GODD" You cried out as Bucky slammed into you, setting in a brutal pace without waring, your body bouncing against the desk as he gripped onto your hips.

"That's-it-good girl-good. fucking. girl" Bucky snarled through gritted teeth, slamming your body down onto his cock, his head thrown back, moving one hand to wrap around your neck. He was too enamored with you to notice the way Steve's hand was wrapped around his cock, working his swollen, silky tip, watching his pretty princess take his best friend like her life depended on it.

Bucky spat right onto your clit, rubbing tight circles around you with a feral look on his face feeling you squeeze around him, bending your thighs up till they hit your chest, hitting a deeper angle.

"Feel that? M'so deep in your pussy baby, s'fuckin' deep, can feel your little clit throbbing, it's all swollen huh Bambi, you're soaking my cock, make a mess all over it princess, it's all yours"

"Sergeant-gonna-I-" You couldn't forumalte words, tears streaming down your face and falling onto the desk under you, the band in your belly ready to snap-

"You gonna cum for my best friend babygirl?" Steve's focus was locked in at where Bucky was connected to you, watching his cock slam in and out of your tight cunt, stretching you wide open, his own cock growing impossibly harder, "Fuck, you're a dirty slut, I'm gonna-fuck m'cumming" Steve's voice was breathless, his chest heaving as he worked his cock faster, eyes rolling back as white streams of cream decorated his black shirt, nearly shooting to his beard. "Holy shit"

"BUCKY M'CU-UMINGG" You wailed, your back arching off the table, screaming with every muscle in your body pulled taught. You couldn't tell where your orgasm began or where it ended, unending waves of pleasure drowning you while Bucky began to chase his own.

"Cum for your Sergeant baby, that's it, such a good girl, you make my cock so hard Bambi, y'feel so good, not gonna last, shittt-HNG" Bucky let out a guttural moan, not giving a fuck that Steve was right there, pumping you full of his cum until his balls were empty and his cock was soft. He tucked himself back in his pants before removing his shirt to wipe you down and picking you up, letting you wrap yourself around him like a koala. Your boyfriend followed closely behind, smirking at the needy noise you made, checking to see that Steve was also coming for some post sex naps, sighing contently when you saw him following near by.

"Off to bed, Bambi"

[ferrariseventeen]

seventeen nsfw thoughts 18+ minors dni

a/n: omg me making random nsfw posts again? who would have ever thought! so happy to be posting on here again and there’s already so much more to come! warnings: power dynamic,mentions of weed,high sex,hybrid

ceo wonwoo! i repeat ceo wonwoo who takes his pretty secretary into his office to use as a fleshlight before every meeting! just beckoning you in with a nonchalant wave of his hand,ignoring the other employees exchanging glances as you shuffle in the door behind him! they’re not stupid,oh no! everyone in the office knows what kind of relationship you have with the big boss,it’s what they talk about as they crowd around the coffee machine during breaks,it’s what they’re whispering about under their breaths around the lunch tables,”it’s the only reason she still has a job” they snigger to each other whenever they catch you slipping out of his office with your hair a mess and your skirt still bunched up around your thighs,a goofy smile on your lips. they’d never mention to each other that they wish it was them in your position,how their sharp words conceal how badly they wish they could be called in to join or fuck it,even just watch! sometimes it’s you wishing someone would be able to catch a glimpse of you on your knees on the carpeted floor of your boss’s office,mouth wide open as he fucks your face. you’re sure they must be able to hear you gagging around his length or the dirty words dripping from his lips as he ruts into your throat. he’s an utterly shameless man,the way he grabs the back of your hair and moans out what a pretty whore you are as he’s got you spread across his desk,balls deep in your dripping pussy,taunting you with that lopsided grin of his,to answer the phone that’s been ringing non stop beside your head

i’ve talked about this so much on my other blog but holy fuckkkk getting high with your best friend vernon and fooling around! like you’re just chilling in your room,lazily passing the blunt that he rolled back and forth as you watch some shitty comedy that neither of you are really interested in but you’re having the time of your life! you’ve never really noticed how gorgeous your friend actually is,sure girls and guys alike always fawn over him and he’s always telling you about who he’s pulled on nights out but the way he’s sprawled out now,eyes hooded as he takes a swig from the water bottle you’ve been sharing,you’re kind of feeling something different for him,it’s like you’re seeing him for the first time. is it the way his basketball shorts are laying so low on his hips or how his arms are flexing as he throws them behind his head…..anyway fast forward 5 minutes after a simple “hey i wanna kiss you” blurted out after you exhaled the last of the smoke in your lungs,you’re crawling into his lap,straddling him while you bring the blunt to his lips,watching how they wrap around it as he bats his lashes up at you. he’s taking absolutely no time to slip his hands under your shirt,watching through his red eyes how you bite your bottom lip when his fingers find your hard nipples. he’s pinching them and flicking them just to coax out that throaty moan he’s been dying to get out of you since the moment he met you

mingyu with his curly hair is just so puppy coded like not to go back to my hybrid!svt roots but he would make the cutest puppy boyfriend! like imagine patting down his curls while he tries to nuzzle his face into your palm,nipping at your fingers with his canines,the corners of his mouth turning up into a cheeky smile when you jokingly scold him. he’d be the worlds whiniest,clingiest thing known to man,never leaving your side! the little attention seeker would set up camp by your at home work station,chin resting on your thigh,looking up at you with those big brown eyes while you try to concentrate on the voice on the other end of the phone line. he just can’t go 5 minutes without your hands on him,he’s dragging himself across the couch just to curl up beside you,he’s wrapping your arms around him while you’re trying to cook,he’s pressing his nose behind your ear and moaning how hard he is when it’s time for bed!! he’s just so desperate for you and that’s the way you like it,he’s always so keen to be manhandled and pinched and prodded any way you see fit,you know what’s best for him of course! that’s why he wears his little collar with your initials on it with so much pride!

[leclercvsx]

Switched

CHARLES LECLERC

pairings: charles x reader

summary: Charles takes Leo to the park for a walk but doesn’t go home with Leo, the puppy he leaves with is definitely not Leo

warnings: none, also i have no idea if Leo is old enough or had his shots to be outside but for the sake of this story, let’s say he is!!

i might make a part 2👀👀

masterlist | REQUESTS

Y/n had finally finished up her work on her laptop and walked into the kitchen as she let out a loud audible groan whilst she stretched. She checked the time before contemplating what to do for the next four hours.

She turned around at the sound of little patters on the tile floor running towards her. She smiles before leaning down and picking up the small puppy. “Hi, baby. You wanna go for a walk? Let’s go to the park.”

Y/n used her baby voice to speak to her puppy, Arla, whilst the small mammal was licking her cheeks. Y/n laughed before grabbing Arla’s lead and taking her to the car. She strapped herself in before placing Arla on her lap, who just lays down and curls up into a ball.

Charles had finished his training session on his sim before deciding to take Leo to the park for some fresh air. He grabbed the small puppy’s lead and headed to his car with Leo lying in his hoodie pocket.

Once Charles had arrived at the park, he attached the lead and collar around Leo’s neck and walked him along the small dirt trail path. After about 10 minutes of following the path, Charles decided to take a small break and sit down on a bench.

He must’ve turned his attention away from Leo for a matter of seconds before he looked down where the golden puppy was, only to find out that he was nowhere in sight as he had slipped off his collar.

Charles’s eyes practically sprang out of his eyes as he jumped up and started shouting the small puppy’s name. “Leo?! Leo Leclerc, get back here!” He frantically shouted as he ran around the park like a headless chicken desperately searching for his beloved puppy.

After a few minutes of desperately searching, Charles heard a few small whines coming from behind the bush. He sprinted over to where the sound came from and let out an audible sigh of relief as he spotted the golden fur beyond the bush.

He gently picked Leo up and cradled him in his arms as he scolded the small puppy. Leo barked and licked his face in return as Charles rolled his eyes and began walking back to his car.

As he was leaving he heard a women’s voice shouting out a name, he figured she had the same problem and was about to go and help her before the shouting came to a stop. He shrugged his shoulders and got back into his car, letting Leo lay in his lap as he drove back to his apartment.

Y/n was completely over this day, not only had she tripped and grazed her knee but she also almost had a heart attack searching for her puppy, who had ran off when she fell over.

Once she found little Arla, she tried looking for her collar and lead but couldn’t so she just shrugged thinking it got caught on a bush or something. She got back into her car and placed Arla back on her lap before driving home.

Y/n had arrived home and collapsed onto the sofa with Arla lying on Y/n’s stomach. She ran her fingers through the silky fur as she scrolled through social media on her phone.

After a few minutes, she felt the small puppy roll onto her back so Y/n could pet her belly. Y/n smiled as she moved her hand to stroke her belly before her eyes widened as she let out a loud yelp, causing the small puppy to jump up and bark.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! i’ve stolen someone’s dog.” Y/n ranted as she stared at the puppy before her eyes widened even more. “Someone’s stolen my dog!”

Y/n very quickly, scooped the puppy up in her arms and practically ran to her car as she placed the puppy on her lap. She made a fast as possible drive back to the park as she had prayed that whoever had Arla had noticed that she wasn’t their puppy.

Charles was already at the park rushing around as she called out Leo’s name whilst holding the almost identical puppy in his arms. He didn’t notice he had got the wrong dog until he observed the puppy as it peed on his floor. His heart sunk and his eyes widened as he saw that the puppy he had was not a male.

He wasted no time in going back to the park and was just about to give up before he heard the familiar voice of a women shouting the same name he heard her shouting earlier. Charles very quickly but carefully followed after the voice before coming face to face with a quite attractive women holding his puppy.

“Oh, thank god. I’m super sorry about the mix up, i thought he was mine but he definitely isn’t.” The girl spoke quickly before they exchanged puppies and checked them over.

“Don’t be sorry, i also thought that she was mine. I’m Charles by the way and this is Leo” Charles responded back as he glanced down at Leo, who was already squirming in Charles’s arms trying to get out of grasp and back to the girls.

“I’m Y/n and this is Arla” she spoke with a small smile as she gently reached over and gave Leo a small head rub, causing the puppy to let out a small bark of contentment.

Y/n giggled a little as she held Arla closer to Leo, making them both sniff and lick at each other. Charles was too busy admiring the way Y/n giggles and couldn’t help but smile before snapping out of it and looking at the two puppies.

“Well, it seems they get along pretty well. Maybe we should exchange numbers to, you know, set up a play date or something?” Charles mumbled out as his cheeks turned a faint pink colour, which Y/n made a mental note of.

Y/n smiled before nodding slowly and exchanging numbers with Charles, causing the man to smile like a mad man. “That was very smooth i must admit” Y/n mumbles with a small smirk, causing Charles’s eyes to widen a little before chuckling.

“I had to shoot my shot, i guess. So, are you free tomorrow?” Charles asks, glancing at her before adding on “For the play date of course”

His flustered state made Y/n giggle before nodding slowly. “Yeah, i’m free tomorrow for a ‘play date’”

The two adults say their goodbyes and take their own puppies home as they both looked forward to the following day.

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can we PLEASE talk about how FREAKING ADORABLE LEO LECLERC IS?!?!? like the way they just walk around with him in their hands or pockets😭😭😭😭😭

sorry i’ve been gone for so long, it’s been a rough few months LOL🙏🏼

[xxlady-lunaxx]

I love youUuOUuUoU ❤ | {SabiGiyuu}

Theme: Fluffy sillyness!!

Note: That's got to be one of my fav sabigiyuu pictures i love them so fucking much i can't.

Sabito lived past final selection AU bc i said so (sorta basing this off of the picture)

Before Kyojuro became a Hashira i think :> After Sanemi did

No certain plot just silly SabiGiyuu scenes

Sabito grinned as he ran off with Giyuu's haori, tiptoeing away from his room as he went. He found some scissors and cut through the middle carefully, praying with all his might he didn't fuck up.

He got his and did the same then quickly started sewing together the two sides, as well as he could. He did the same with the remaining ones then held up his work proudly. 

Just then, the door opened and he looked up. 

"Sabito? I can't find my haori, do you know whe-" Giyuu started. He paused as he saw what Sabito had done and he frowned. "Sabito... what did you do?"

Sabito grinned nervously, pulling one of the haori's on and giving the other to Giyuu. "Just put it on!!!"

Giyuu sighed but slipped it on, deciding he had no other haori to use anyways. "Why..." he grumbled.

"We match now, Giyuu!!" Sabito insisted, twirling around. 

Sabito laughed and shook Giyuu until he smiled. 

"Fine, I guess it's alright," the ravenette hesitantly agreed. 

"Yayy!!"

~~~

Sanemi raised an eyebrow at the two as they spoke to each other in the corner of the yard. They were at a Hashira meeting—there were two Water Hashira's, Giyuu and Sabito—and it hadn't yet started yet so they were simply talking to one another. 

"Since when did you have matching haori's?" Tengen asked, who was closest to the Water Hashira's. 

Giyuu rolled his eyes but Sabito smiled wildly. "I sewed them together!"

"Without my permission," Giyuu added with a scowl.

"You love it though!" the peach-haired Hashira insisted, bobbing his head.

Tengen grinned. "It's flashy, I like it."

"See???" Sabito said, as if to make a point.

Giyuu huffed. "Whatever."

~~~

Sabito was drunk. Not on purpose, no, the Hashira—and hopefully anyone else in the demon slayer corps—usually refrained from drinking so they could be clearheaded through their missions. He'd only been given a drink by someone who had mixed up something with alcohol with what he'd originally bought and now... Giyuu had to deal with him.

Unfortunately, Sabito apparently got really drunk even with just a little...

"Giyuuuu!!" Sabito whined, shaking the said Hashira. "I wanna go hoommmee!!"

"We are at home," Giyuu said, sighing.

"No we aren'ttt!! This is Madagascarr," he grumbled. (credits to my sister for the random country <3)

"Madagascar...?" Giyuu asked, raising an eyebrow. "Since when?"

"Since... december," Sabito decided, slumping down to the floor. "I'm tireedd..."

"Alright, let's take you to bed," Giyuu said, going to pick him up. 

"Nooo I want to sleep on the floor!" Sabito said, crossing his arms.

"Why?"

"It's comfy," he replied simply, laying down and curling up in a ball.

"For fucks sake, your room isn't that far!!" Giyuu said, promptly picking him up and marching off to Sabito's room. 

"I wanna sleep in your room," Sabito decided, once he was on his own bed.

"Seriously?" Giyuu asked impatiently. 

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because..." Sabito considered the question for a moment, looking as if he was thinking hard. "I love youuuu!!" he slurred, grinning stupidly up at Giyuu. 

Giyuu sighed. "I love you too but you can't sleep in my room you drunkass. You're sleeping here tonight," he said, turning to leave.

Sabito grumbled. "But you love me too!"

"Doesn't change anything." Giyuu went to the door and said, "If I come into this room later and you aren't asleep I'm going to throw you out of the house," before closing the door.

Sabito blinked in the darkness that filled his room; Giyuu had closed his window and drawn down the curtains. "Fine," he huffed, grabbing his pillow and using it as a blanket. 

~~~

"Giyuu!"

"Hm?" The Hashira looked up as his name was called and he stopped on his way back home.

Sabito was running up to him happily. 

"Sabito, you're alright?" Giyuu asked, for his boyfriend had just been at the Butterfly estate due to an injury. 

"Yeah!! Kocho-San finally let me out," he said, laughing. "And her little sister, uhm, Shinobu? She kept telling me that I couldn't overwork myself so much."

"Well you shouldn't!" Giyuu agreed.

Sabito shrugged. "Anyways, since you were on a mission I took the liberty to walk around some and I bought you a gift," he said, grinning. 

"A gift? You needn't have to-"

"I wanted to!" Sabito interrupted. "Now, here." He shoved a small box into Giyuu's hand.

Giyuu looked at him curiously then opened the box, his eyes widening as he saw it. "A ring?"

Sabito nodded. "I heard of things called 'promise rings' or something, and since I know there's not really a high chance we'll have any time for any marriage I bought these which are supposed to be, like, promising to be together forever and stuff," he explained, his voice faltering at the end. "Sorry, I dunno."

Giyuu gave him a small smile. "It's cute, I like it," he decided, slipping the ring onto his finger. It fit perfectly.

Sabito smiled then, almost relieved, and said, "I have one too!!" He took out of his pocket (idk-) an identical box and opened it, pulling the ring onto his own finger. "Now we match!!" he declared.

Giyuu gave him a look. "We already have matching haori's, and now matching rings- What's next? Bracelets and headbands?" he joked. 

And that was how Sabito decided to make matching bracelets and headbands for them. 

"What the fuck Sabito!!" Giyuu groaned, eyeing the homemade bracelets Sabito held out proudly to him.

"What?!" he said, huffing. 

"Why do we need bracelets? And headbands?!" Giyuu exclaimed. 

"Because you said bracelets and headbands," Sabito deadpanned, dead serious. 

Giyuu rolled his eyes. "That was a joke!"

"Oh? Now it's not!"

~~~

"Okay, the haori's were sweet and the rings were nice but..." Tengen said, raising an eyebrow. "No offense but are you two little girls?"

Giyuu sighed heavily. "Just so you know, this was all Sabito's idea."

Sabito put his hands on his hips defiantly. "No it wasn't!"

"Fuck you mean 'no it wasn't'?! It definitely was," Giyuu said, glaring at him. 

Sabito rolled his eyes in a mocking manner. "Whatever," he said, tossing his hair back. 

{Word count: 1077}

YOU ASKED FOR SABIGIYUU CRACK SO I PRESENT TO YOU SABIGIYUU CRACK

I'M GIGGLING I DIDN'T PLAN ANY OF THIS I JUST MADE IT UP AS I WROTE (i mean i do this lots but this more so) 

i think i'm in a silly mood today i'm writing sm silly stuff

[cicimunson]

Period Comfort with Eddie

Just a short drabble of Eddie comforting the reader while they're on their period.

~~~~~~~~~~

You wake up with a sharp pain in your lower stomach, groaning softly as you curl into a ball. Your period was here, it was early, and you were already miserable.

Eddie stirs in his sleep, automatically rolling over and tossing an arm around you.

"Bad dream, babe?" He murmurs, kissing your cheek. "Don't worry, I'm right here."

You slip out of bed. "I'm fine. I just need to use the bathroom." You hurry down the hall before he can reply.

Please let it be a light one, please let it be a light one, please let it be-

You sigh as you tug down your sleep shorts and underwear and see the mess. You had already leaked through them. 

Fuck, of course. My first time sleeping over with my boyfriend and this happens.

You realize that if you've bled through your shorts, there's probably blood on the bed. You briefly contemplate just leaving, walking out the front door without saying a word. It isn't like Eddie is going to want to talk to you after this, he'll probably be disgusted.

You dismiss the idea, your shoes and keys are in his bedroom anyways.

You leave the bathroom, dragging your feet as you walk back to him. Eddie is sitting up in the bed, looking concerned.

"Are you okay baby?"

You nod slowly, dreading the conversation you're about to have.

"Um, yeah, I'm fine. I just…I got my period is all."

He looks a little surprised but nods. "Oh, okay. Do you need to go home or something?"

Of course he wants me to go home. You blink back tears.

"I can, but, um, I wanted to offer to wash your sheets first. I'm really sorry."

He frowns. "Wash my sheets? Why?"

You look down at the floor. "I, uh, I got blood on them."

Eddie pulls the cover back, grimacing when he sees the blood stain.

"I can clean it up, I promise, and then I'll go, I'm so sorry." You start to ramble. "It wasn't supposed to happen until next week, but sometimes it's early and I should have-"

"Hey, stop, it's fine." He gets out of bed and pulls you into his arms. "Are you okay? Are you in pain?"

"I…just some cramps, I'm fine." You look up at him, surprised at the worry etched on his face. You expected him to look disgusted.

"Are you sure? That's a lot of blood, it looks like it would hurt." He gestures to the stain.

You realize his little grimace when he saw it wasn't because he was grossed out, it was because he was worried about you. He’s so concerned, he’s so sweet.

"Listen, I can handle the sheets. Why don't you go take a shower? I'm sure you wanna get cleaned up." He kisses your forehead.

"Are you sure? I know it's kinda gross. If you don't want-"

"Babe, it's just blood, I got it. I just wanna make sure you're okay is all." He strokes your cheek, still looking worried.

He's really not disgusted or mad. He's worried about me. You let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm fine, I promise. I'll go shower." You peck his lips gently. "Use cold water on those sheets."

He nods, turning to gather them up while you grab your overnight bag and head back to the bathroom. You get out fresh clothes and search your toiletries, letting out a triumphant "A-ha!" when you find a pad wedged between your deodorant and toothbrush holder.

You ball up your dirty clothes and stuff them in the bag before showering quickly, making sure there's no trace of blood left in the tub before getting dressed.

You follow the sounds coming from the kitchen, smiling when you see Eddie standing over the stove, singing along with the radio.

"Oldies country? I'm shocked." You tease and he whirls around to face you, a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks. 

"Hey, it's all Wayne listens to so of course I know a couple songs." He protests. “Doesn’t make me a fan.”

"Oh I'm not judging, you sound great babe." You push his hair back to kiss his shoulder.

"We are having eggs with cheese, the house speciality." He says in a dramatic French accent. "You like, oui?"

"Oui." You giggle. "Can I do anything to help?"

"You can sit and look pretty, you're already halfway there." He kisses your nose. "My pretty baby."

"Oh, stop." Your cheeks turn pink as you sit down.

He serves you a plate of eggs and a glass of juice before sitting down beside you, grabbing your chair to tug you closer to him. Eddie always had to be close to you, resting a hand on your leg, brushing his thigh against yours, kissing your temple. You normally didn't like to be touched constantly, but with Eddie you craved it. Something in his touch made you feel happy and safe.

He tries to spoon feed you and you laugh, pushing his hand away. "Stop, you goof."

"It's part of the house speciality, the chef feeds you." He tugs one of your thighs over his, stroking your leg as he feeds you little bites.

"You're spoiling me." You murmur, taking a sip of your juice. “I’m fine, Eddie, really.”

He hesitates. "Does it…are you hurting?"

You nod. "Just a little, the cramps hurt. And my chest is a little sore."

He grins mischievously. "Seeing as I'm such a loving and devoted boyfriend, I'm more than happy to rub whatever hurts."

"Eddie!" You blush and hide your face in his neck.

"No, no, I insist. It's my job and I take my job very seriously." He quips as he puts the dirty dishes in the sink before leading you to the couch.

"Very funny. Although I wouldn't say no to a tummy rub right now."

He sprawls out on the couch and pulls you down beside him, your back against his chest. "Let me take care of you baby." He coos, rubbing your lower stomach gently.

"I thought…I thought maybe it would gross you out and you'd want me to go home." You admit. "I'm really sorry about the sheets."

He shakes his head. "Hey, none of that. Truthfully, I think it's kinda metal."

You look up at him over your shoulder. "You think periods are metal?"

"I mean, yeah, kinda! You're in pain and bleeding but you're still up walking around and doing stuff? It's a bit badass, babe."

You smile softly. "You're one-of-a-kind, you know that right?"

He looks pleased. "Right back at ya, gorgeous."

You snuggle in his arms, your eyelids starting to droop after a bit.

"Getting sleepy, pretty baby?"

You nod, kissing his cheek. "Can we nap?"

"Whatever my baby wants." He returns the kiss, holding you tightly.

You nod off in his arms as he keeps rubbing your stomach. 

Eddie isn't even tired. He lies contently beside you, hugging you close as he strokes your tummy and back. When he finally does drift off to sleep, he whispers a soft "I love you." in your ear, feeling a weight lift off his chest as he says it for the first time, even though you're sleeping soundly and didn't hear him.

It doesn't matter though, because you fully intend to tell him you love him when you wake up. How could you not?

[iamthecomet]

Kinktober - Day Twenty- Dry Humping AND Public Sex.

1k about why ghouls should not be allowed in bars. AKA: Swiss and Aeon share a perfectly innocent dance in a very crowded bar.

The bar is loud. Aeon’s still not used to this. The strange crush of humanity up by the bar. The cacophony of noise as they all talk over each other. Drunk on noise long before the alcohol hits them. 

He stands at the back of the room, a lukewarm beer in his hand. He’s only taken a couple of swigs. He’s found over the couple weeks of touring that he doesn’t particularly like beer. He’d rather have the wine Aether gave him back at the Abbey. Or something else. Something sweeter. But he isn’t sure how one goes about ordering that. Doesn’t even know what he would ask for. So when Dew asks him if he wants something he’s gotten used to just nodding and telling Dew to get him whatever he’s having. 

There’s no way Dew really likes this swill either. But the fire ghoul doesn’t seem to be having any trouble drinking it, so maybe Aeon’s wrong about that. 

He leans against the wall. He’s just to the left of the hallway that leads to the bathroom. Between him and his bandmates is a small square of floor in front of the digital jukebox that no one seems interested in. 

He taps his fingers on his glass and wonders how long he should wait before feigning exhaustion and leaving. How long is acceptable? Maybe he could set the beer down and go try his hand at something else. Ask the bartender for something popular that isn’t beer. There have to be other choices. 

He’s mulling it over, trying to decide if risking embarrassment is worth it, when Swiss sidles up to him. Leaning his shoulder against the wall and looking at Aeon through golden eyes glinting with mischief. 

Aeon’s still not used to seeing Swiss full glamored. Both eyes the same color, no obsidian horns. Fangs dulled down to something acceptable. He flashes Aeon a grin that makes the smaller ghoul’s stomach twist. 

“Wanna dance?”  

Aeon blink, swallows. He twitches away from Swiss in confusion, head shaking like he must have misheard. “What?” 

Swiss’ megawatt smile doesn’t dim. If anything it gets more predatory. “I asked if you wanted to dance.” 

“Dance?” 

Swiss rolls his eyes and curls his hand around Aeon’s forearm. He’s so warm. That’s the one thing about Swiss that stays constant even with the glamor. The heat of him. Aeon moves closer like a moth drawn to a flame, and Swiss abandons his grip on Aeon’s arm in favor of one around his waist. 

“Yeah,” Swiss whispers, leaning in to drag his nose up the side of Aeon’s neck. Inhaling sharply as he noses against his hairline. “That’s what I said.” 

“There’s no music?” 

Swiss pries the warm beer out of Aeon’s hand. He tugs him toward the little square of empty floor. Setting Aeon’s abandoned beer on a table as they go. Aeon lets himself be pulled, stumbling as Swiss digs his fingers into Aeon’s side. Aeon is about to protest again. To ask about the music–something–anything. But then Swiss has both of his hands around Aeon’s waist. And he’s pulling in him until they’re touching from chest to thigh. Aeon curls his arms around Swiss’ neck. They’re so close Aeon can smell the beer on Swiss’ breath, tinged with weed. 

And then there is music. Swelling up through the bar speakers. It’s a slow song–but not a balled. There’s something sensual about it, the pulse of the bass. The way Swiss guides Aeon’s hips as they move. 

Swiss drags him closer until they’re really pressed tight, zipper to zipper. With each sway of his hips Aeon can feel where Swiss is fattening up in his pants. His own cock twitching in interest as the sway together to the beat of a song Aeon’s never heard before. 

“How—how’d you do that? The music?” 

“Magic.” Swiss grins at him, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Aeon deadpans and Swiss laughs, tipping his head back. The long exposed line of his neck makes Aeon’s stomach flip. Does nothing to help his rapidly hardening dick. 

“Lus has the app on her phone,” Swiss concedes as he pulls his head back to center. He rests his forehead against Aeon’s, gazing down at him. Rolling their hips together until Aeon gasps.

There are people everywhere. He can still hear them outside of the little bubble he and Swiss have created. Watching them. He isn’t sure why the thought makes his cock twich, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. Swiss’s smile deepens. 

“They’re going to notice,” Aeon whispers. He has one palm flat on Swiss’ neck, fingers digging in. The other is gripped in his shirt by his shoulder blade. Still pulling him closer even as his logical brain tells him to stop this before he gets so hard he can’t hide it. 

He thinks Swiss might already be there. Hot and solid against Aeon’s dick as he rolls his hips forward. Aeon wishes for less clothes. He wants to see the heads of their cocks slide together. Wants to watch as they both leak pre. 

“They see this shit all the time,” Swiss promises him. “Every day. Humans do this all the time.” 

Aeon believes it. But that doesn’t stop his blush. Aeon drops his head, buries his face in Swiss’ neck as they sway. Cocks dragging over each other through their jeans. Aeon’s going to have a wet spot. He’s going to make a mess. He should stop. He doesn’t. 

“And we both know you like to be watched,” Swiss adds, voice directly in Aeons’ ear. Teeth catching on the shell of it as he hitches Aeon even closer. Fingers dipping just below the waistband of his jeans. It’s nothing, barely a touch but Aeons’ bucking his hips forward anyway. 

He whimpers against Swiss’ neck. Tongue darting out to lap over Swiss’ hammering pulse. Aeon lets Swiss guide him. Their bodies rolling together. Aeon knows it can’t look like dancing no matter how on beat they are. He’s rutting his hips against Swiss’ like a horny teenager.

“They’re all gonna know,” Aeon whines, devastated but not willing to do anything about it except chase his pleasure. “When the song ends and we’re both hard. They’re all gonna know–.” 

“No one’s gonna know, Bug.” Swiss promises. He licks a filthy stripe up the side of Aeon’s face. Nips at his ear again.

“Course they are,” Aeon whines. 

Aeon feels Swiss’ grin against the side of his face. Grinding his hips into Aeon’s a little harder, Aeon shudders in his arms. “Not if we don’t stop until we cum.” 

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Green

@jegulus-microfic April 20, Word count 971

Previous part First part

James woke having slept better than he ever had, and James Potter slept pretty damn well. There was something warm pressed up against him, and his arms were wrapped around it. He scrunched up his eyes, willing himself to fall back to sleep. But it was useless once he was awake. That was it. 

He let his eyes flutter open and groaned at the sight before him. Regulus was curled into a little ball, snuggled up against his chest, peacefully asleep. James couldn’t help the grin that stretched across his face. 

He studied Regulus’s face. He was so beautiful, all porcelain skin and high cheekbones. James’s eyes drifted to the plump, full lips, and he had to use all his willpower not to press his lips against them in a kiss. He dragged his eyes away from them to lessen the temptation. 

Regulus’s nose, James noticed, was poker straight and ever so slightly too long, but the rest of his face absorbed that, and unless, like James, you were looking at it scrutinisingly, you’d never notice. 

James’s eyes roamed further up and took in the light purple crescents underneath Regulus’s closed eyes. He couldn’t help it. He unwound an arm from around Regulus and gently stroked the silky, thin skin with the pad of his finger. Just once. 

He smiled down, memorising everything, completely missing when those stormy grey eyes flicked open.

“James, what are you doing?” Regulus asked, his eyebrow crooking up. James started and blushed at having been caught staring. 

“Sorry, you just look so pretty when you sleep.” He turned his head away, suddenly feeling quite shy. Regulus raised his hand and cupped James’s cheek.

“You think I’m pretty?” His voice was barely a whisper. James swallowed hard and nodded. 

Regulus turned his face to face him. They were inches away. James watched as Regulus moved painfully slowly nearer. Giving him every opportunity to move, but James had no intention of moving. 

He could feel Regulus’s breath ghosting across his skin, his lips. They were so close. 

“Oi, you two, breakfast!” A loud thump at the door caused them to jump apart. The spell broken, they both hurried to get out of the room without looking at each other. 

Sirius and Remus sat curled up together on the sofa, sipping cups of tea and munching on toast. 

“Morning,” James yawned as he helped himself to coffee and croissants. He went to sit on the floor opposite the sofa, leaving the armchair for Regulus. Sirius threw him one of the sofa cushions so he’d be more comfortable, and he tucked into his breakfast. 

“Aren’t your parents going to be wondering why you didn’t come home last night?” Sirius grinned wickedly at James. 

“Probably not, separate rooms.” James winked at him. Sirius threw his head back and barked out a laugh. 

“You know, James. I really like you.” He told him earnestly. James grinned back widely. 

“Well, I like you too,”

“Wanna be best friends?” Sirius snickered jokingly. But before James could answer, Regulus’s bedroom door opened again, and he entered the living area. He was wearing an emerald green shirt, and against his complexion, it made him look almost ethereal. James whined audibly, causing Regulus to look up, shocked. 

James hurriedly stuffed an entire croissant in his mouth and promptly choked on the buttery pastry. Remus jumped up and helped him through it. 

“James, in my professional opinion, it is always best to chew large items of food before you try to swallow them.” He chucked, patting James on the back once James had cleared his airway. 

“Yeah, thanks, Doc.” James rolled his eyes at Remus, and Remus retook his seat beside Sirius. “Oh, before I forget,” James started, needing something to say to take his mind off how well the shirt hugged Regulus’s torso. “My parents wanted to know if you wanted to come to dinner. You as well, Remus, of course.” He added, not wanting to leave him out.

“When?” Remus asked when neither of the brothers answered. 

“Er- tomorrow?” He answered quickly. His parents hadn’t actually specified, but Euphemia had always instilled in him that you must allow at least 24 hours’ notice for any invitation to give your guests time to prepare. 

“Sounds lovely,” Remus said, flicking his eyes to Sirius. “This one will come as well. I don’t know about him, though.” He jabbed a thumb at Regulus. 

Regulus was shuffling awkwardly behind the sofa. Remus took pity on him. “Come on, Sirius, let’s go into town, and I can show you this little record shop I found.” Remus tugged at Sirius’s arm.

“But I’ve not even finished my tea,” Sirius complained. 

“I’ll buy you one, come on.” Remus persisted. Sirius finally picked up on the tension in the room and allowed Remus to lead him away. 

Once the door was shut, Regulus moved to grasp the back of the sofa. 

“You want to introduce me to your parents?” He asked warily. 

“I mean, sure. I’ve told them a lot about you and Sirius, and they want to meet you. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” He was struggling to understand why Regulus was being so weird about it. It was only dinner, not a marriage proposal. 

“Just as friends, yeah?” Regulus checked.

“If that’s what you want,” James replied, feeling his stomach drop. He forced his face into a smile. It didn’t meet his eyes. 

“Right, well, I need a shower and some clean clothes, so I’ll leave you to it.” He skirted around the sofa and dashed for the door, not looking back. 

Once the door had closed, he leaned back against the wall and let his head thud into it. He was such an idiot. Why would Regulus want to be anything more than friends with him?     

Next part

[delicatepurity]

Now what if I told you I wrote my first fic for Halloween…. Because I did!!

Sorry if it’s bad… I just really wanna get my work out so criticism is appreciated!

Anyways here’s a Halloween fic with Doc Ock!

Halloween Angel

~ Fem!reader, suggestive language, creeper hitting on reader >:(, reader has shitty friends, drunk reader..

The endless sea of toxic alcoholic fumes and half naked bodies drowned you as a terrifying realization yanked you by the back of your hair. Oh wait, that was some girl who was dancing. But you did realize, your friends ditched you. There you stood, trying to keep your balance as the beat of the song rumbled the floor like an earthquake. You came with a group of friends, and none of them were to be seen. You reached a point of carelessness as you pushed aside people to reach the exit. Like a light at the end of the very long tunnel. The gateways of heaven inching closer to you the more you fought the half naked bodies clashing against each other.

Like a suction cup releasing a loud pop! You were set free. Now the chilly garbage winds of New York curled around your body. The smell of gas has never been more comforting. You decided it was futile to even try and look for them further. You knew they weren't at the club, and there was no chance in hell that you would wander through mysterious streets you didn't know on halloween night. So you carried on from the direction you came, and tried your hardest to remember your way home.

You weren't drunk drunk, just a bit tipsy. That's all! But you definitely weren't drunk enough to forget all that has happened today. The constant back handed comments like “You know my costume wouldn't look good on you!” or some other bullshit. And how you couldn't forget that they all had matching costumes. And you were left out. You guessed it was the age old tale of, “you weren't added to the group chat sweetie!” Man you needed some new friends. You seethed in frustration as you continued down the sidewalk. Faint music slowly disappeared as your thoughts muffled it further. And thankfully you were too consumed in frustration to not notice the side glances and whistles from across the street.

The graze of this man's shoulder against yours could have made you hurl all the contents in your stomach.

“Watch out!” He snarled. But you continued on, trying your hardest to make it home as quickly as possible. Yet this man just would not stop.

“Hey, trying to ignore me?” You rolled your eyes and clutched your purse as he caught up to you.

“C’mon sweetheart. Be a nice little angel and-” His voice was cut off by a thud. You both looked over to the dim eerie alley way. Like a flaming ball in the night sky a flashing red light appeared in the darkness. Another lit up, and soon 4 scarlet red orbs were gunning the both of you down.

Metal whirring revealed a glistening claw extending from the alley. It inched closer to his face, reaching the tip of his sweating nose. A giant man stepped out from the darkness, like a demon rising out of the ashes. The man's presence alone scared off the other. He ran off to the other side of the street, squealing like a pig as he scurried along. You leaned back to look at your savior in all of his glory. His head nodded down to you, his ruffled mane curled a bit over his dark frames. His aura was familiar, like it gave you a heightened sense. But you just couldn't find the answer. And in a burst of confidence you blurted out,

“Nice costume.”

A look of confusion washed over Doc's face. He saw it all go down and immediately began gambling options on how to handle him. Too bad he ran before he could act. And although the idea of you not running or screaming was surprising enough, but now you made it clear that you didn't know it was him. But he also knew that by the way you were walking that you were intoxicated. He contemplated for a moment. Would him making it apparent of his identity skew her view on him? Should he just say something, or go along with it? He decided the latter was the best option. He didn't need any more attention drawn to him tonight.

“Thank you sweetheart. Yours is exceptional.” He responded, scanning your body up and down. Your face heated up at the compliment. And that decadent pet name could have made you swoon.

“Thank you. And what are those?” You asked, pointing at the actuator that still held its place in the air.

“They’re uh, puppets. If you will..” The bead of sweat rolled over his eyebrow as he cringed at how blatant his lying was. And what was more astonishing was how you believed every word he said. Swallowing the sugary spoonfuls of lies he fed you so graciously. You hummed and smiled at him.

“Super cool! Mine isn’t as good.” You said looking down at the pearly white heels you wore. You sported a flowy white dress, wings strapped to your back, and a halo headband to emulate an angel. And despite the fact that not only was it a simple costume, there should be at least 20 other women in a 5 mile radius with the exact same thing on. Hell, you even ran into one at the club. But nevertheless you could tell he was still looking you over, even if he had those dark menacing shades on.

“I'm so sorry! I haven't thanked you for, uh, saving me.” He only nodded in response. You both stood there, awkwardly taking in the silence of the street.

“Would you like to walk with me?” You asked. Now normally you would have thanked the scary man and quickly run home, but you weren't thinking straight and if you were being 100% honest with yourself, this man was terrifyingly attractive. Well at least the parts you could make out since it was dark out. And he just did a nice service for you so, how bad could he be?

How funny is it when your keys don't work? When you just can't find the correct one that fits into the slot. It is insanely funny, because you are laughing harder and harder as you stumble with your gigantic collection of keys and keychains. Even he’s laughing at how ridiculous you’re being. Man that alcohol was getting to you. Finally one goes into the lock and you open your door with a wide swing. You lead him into your house without a lick of hesitancy. And as nonchalant as you were about it, he was radiating with anxiety. The fact that you didn't know you were bringing a well known criminal into your house was scary, even for him.

“Welcome home!” You exclaimed, tossing your purse onto the kitchen counter.

“Nice place.” He said, sitting down on the couch. You replied with a sweet “thank you!” and looked at him. You two had a nice conversation as you walked together, but over time it became so freeing that you had no issue taking him inside. Not that you two would do anything!..

“I'm curious. Do you normally bring strangers home?” He asked with a sly smirk. One that made you laugh a bit nervously.

“I did bring you in here didn't I..”

“Yes, you did.” Silence hit the both of you again as now you were swimming in waves of consciousness and ignorance to it all.

“Well you seemed nice. If you were going to hurt me you would've done so sooner.” You said in response. He accepted your answer and crossed his legs, leaning back into the soft cushion with a huff.

“Do you want something to eat?” You asked, feeling a bit hungry. He nodded and watched as you disappeared into the kitchen. Your wired halo bouncing as you scurried along. He made sure to keep the actuators relaxed and low to the floor so as to not be suspicious. But their constant nagging and questions almost made him implode. He studied your living room, looking at all the cheap halloween decor you had. He found it humorous that you decorated a small NY apartment for seemingly no one but yourself. Or at least that's what he assumed since you hadn’t mentioned any roommate, and you certainly weren't having a party or you wouldn't have been at that club. He heard a slam come from the kitchen and the sound of a microwave.

“I'm making popcorn, is that ok?” You asked, sitting down beside him on the couch.

“That's alright with me.” He replied plainly. His husky voice seemed to linger in the air like a spirit haunting you. Suddenly your mind became very cluttered. More cluttered than usual. The room felt a bit humid, you could even feel the ends of your hair frizzing up. Playing with the cheap press ons you had and relishing in the sound of the cry glue cracking just to keep you preoccupied. And his gaze was undeniably dense. His presence alone took up the room, now you even thought you could smell him. Sizzling butter, how strange?

“Something wrong sweetheart?” He broke you out of your trance.

“No! It’s quiet in here isn't it? I should play something on the tv.” You swiftly grasped at the remote and switched on the tv to some mindless channel.

“Some friends you have, huh.” You turned to him holding a picture frame that laid against the small coffee table you had beside the sofa.

“I mean they’re good. Sometimes.” You admitted. You had already explained to him the events that night and he was pleasantly understanding.

“Why do you hang around them? Surely you deserve better.” He placed the picture down and gave it a disgusted look. Almost like the picture frame itself was foul and tainted.

“Well they showed me the ropes around NYC when I first moved here. I couldn't just ditch them after that. Besides, you can be my friend now.” I smiled at him. He cocked his head in amusement and gave a small, almost unnoticeable, nod.

“You’d like that, wouldn't you?”

You jumped as the alarm to the microwave went off, signaling the popcorn was finished. You couldn't form a coherent reply so you stood and ran to get the food. Your face felt as heated as the piping hot bag you plucked from the microwave. Opening it up and feeling the smoking heat blow onto you and inhaling that buttery popcorn was refreshing. You pour it into a bowl and return back to the couch.

“Here! Would you want to watch a movie?” You asked switching the channels to find the station that played classic halloween movies. He reached in the bowl and snagged a couple kernels. You noticed his sleeve being a bit tattered. You actually noticed a couple things about his costume. How insanely real it was, his clothes being dirtied from nature and not forced makeup. His costume resembled more casual clothes. Like items picked from the back of a closet. And his shining metallic puppets, the warmth of the sunset tinted lamp reflected off of them. Giving them a halo glow. You almost noticed how your costume was an actual costume, and his wasn't.

“Staring an awful lot isn’t going to get you anywhere.” He said.

“Uhm. May I ask, who are you supposed to be dressed as?” He sat in silence, his boot tapping on the floor bouncing his leg continued, and he stared straight ahead, not sparing you a passing glance.

“Think a comic book character.”

“Ohhh! That makes sense!” You exclaimed. No wonder you were so confused! Silly you being anxious and worrying, he's just a huge nerd! You relaxed back into the couch, enjoying the slasher film on screen. You reminisced for a second on your childhood. How you used to like comics but they were long gone and replaced by Japanese manga and romance books. You almost wondered what happened to those comics of yours.

“And you?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Oh cmon, you know what I am.” Undeniably you were an angel, you felt a bit confused as to why he had asked. But you brushed it off as just his nature. How he always seemed to make a sly comment at you or a joke you had no rebuttal to.

Your breath hitched as his knee bumped against yours. You never even noticed how he slowly inched his way closer to you on the couch. And now that you noticed the proximity between you, you felt nervous again.

“Such a sweet thing, you. An angel represents how kind and naive you are.” His gloved hand ran through strands of your hair and twirled it around his finger. You could feel the goosebumps litter through your body as you tried to respond to him. He just had this power to shut you down and turn your brain to mush. Mush that he could toy with like putty.

“I.. Your costume is cool too.” God you were awkward. And how you hated when he laughed at that. You couldn't tell if it was out of pity, or mocking. Either way you wanted to disappear into dust and fall between the crevices of the couch. The very same plush couch that indented as he leaned in closer to you. His fingers slid along your back, tickling your baby hairs that rested on your neck, and placed his hand on your shoulder. Giving it a soft squeeze that paralyzed your entire being.

“You shouldn't drink so much alone, little angel. And you most certainly shouldn't bring men home. Men you do not know.” His words were stern, like bricks pummeling down onto you. And in a common situation you would already know this. But your now slightly drunken state just has you giggle.

“Im sorry sir. I should have asked for your name.” You said. At the word sir he stiffened and dropped the smirk.

“You wanna play games?” You laughed at that. Turning your head to hide away your flushed face. He hummed and reclined into the seat.

Admiring him was an understatement. It was more like ogling but, you weren't a slime. It’s just that his appearance made you drool. Sure his costume was a bit questionable, his overall ambiance was breathtakingly ravishing. And you were most certain that the alcohol was carrying you tonight because without it you'd be a fumbling mess. After placing the bowl down you slightly leaned closer to him now, bringing your finger to his bare chest. He jolted at the contact, now it felt as if you were in control. The lion tamer trying to get a trick out of its pet.

“So, what do you do for work?” You asked, slowly raking your finger up his plush stomach. He even had a metal corset on him, fashionable!

He grunted, “A scientist.”

“Ooo, in what?” You cooed. Now placing your palm on his sizzling skin.

“Nuclear physics.” His voice wavered, your hand coursing him to give in more than he already has. He knew he should've left when you suggested you walk together. He knew he should’ve rejected the idea of him going into your home. But you were too addicting, and it was all becoming too much for him.

You peered up at him, the alcohol and butter radiating off of you. His hand drew up to your chin, holding it in place ever so gently. The room felt like gravity ceased to exist and that time held no value. His face was inches from yours, the tips of your noses faintly pressed together.

“I think it's time you go to bed, little angel.” The room felt heavy once more and every single thing came crashing down.

“What?” He let go of your chin and stood up, almost knocking you back into the couch.

“I have to head home.” He said already heading towards the door.

“No! Wait!” You snagged his arm, tugging at the thick leather sleeve.

“When will I see you again?” Your vision was almost fuzzy, contorting his silhouette into that of a dark figure lurking in places it doesn't belong in.

“Check the channels.” He responded and opened the door. You looked back at the tv, a scene of a girl's intestines splatting onto the camera played.

“But..” The click of the door signaled his departure. Now your living room was full of the perfume that clung onto your dress. And he disappeared so quickly, like he was sure of himself. And little did you know that he was fighting every thought that told him to go back to you-To his angel.

[firstkanaphans]

A Soft Place to Land

[A SandRay deleted scene from Only Friends, episode 1]

Sand looked over at the boy who had fallen asleep on his shoulder in the middle of the bathroom floor and sighed. What the hell had he gotten himself into now?

Ray was a mess—and not the artfully tousled, slightly tipsy mess he was used to bringing home from the bar. No, Ray was an actual mess. The type that would benefit from a stint in rehab and a therapist that wasn’t attracted to men. Sand couldn’t believe the boy had been planning to drive. Did he have a fucking death wish? But then again, most people who drowned their sorrows in alcohol usually did and who was Sand to judge? Sometimes the world was cruel to rich people, too.

He looked around the room, searching for a sign. Should he go through the trouble of moving Ray off the bathroom floor or should he just let him sleep there? Sand preferred him unconscious, if he was being honest, but it seemed cruel to leave him alone on the cold, hard tile. Especially since the room was starting to smell. So, summoning all of the goodwill he had left in him, he pushed Ray off of his shoulder and stood.

“C’mon, you lightweight,” he said, having to hold Ray upright so he didn’t just collapse into a ball on the floor. “Let’s get you up.”

“I don’t wanna,” Ray grumbled, swatting him away. Violently. Sand had never wanted to smack another human so much in his life. His patience was officially shot. 

“Get up,” he snapped. He wasn’t asking this time. He grabbed Ray forcibly under his arms and lifted him. 

“You’re mean,” Ray said, but once he was standing, he didn’t immediately collapse back to the floor again. Sand counted that as a win.

“Do you think you can make it to the couch?” Sand asked. It was less than twenty feet away—you could literally see it from where they were standing.

“I’m not a baby. Of course I can make it to the couch.” But all it took was one step before Ray was teetering dangerously towards the floor. Sand rolled his eyes and caught him before he could actually fall.

“I’ll take that as a no,” he said and then threw one of Ray’s arms around his shoulder and led him from the room.

“I don’t need your help,” Ray whined. But despite his words, he accepted it. 

When they reached the couch, Sand tossed him onto it unceremoniously. He planned to just leave him there to fend for himself, but then he watched as Ray curled up with one of his pillows as if it was a stuffed animal and Sand’s goddamn heart got the best of him. He couldn’t just leave him like this, pathetic and alone, covered in his own vomit. Even Ray deserved a little bit of dignity. So, he sighed and turned towards his own bedroom.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. Not that Ray cared. He had already fallen back asleep.

Sand emerged from his bedroom a couple minutes later with a change of clothes in hand for his new drunk friend. 

“Ray,” he snapped, tossing them onto the couch next to him. Ray didn’t so much as move. “Are you dead? Jesus Christ.” 

He sat down on the couch next to him and began pulling off his shoes, which looked like they probably cost more than Sand’s rent. Ray began grumbling and kicking his legs as if this was some great inconvenience to him personally, but he was too drunk to be able to put up any real fight. Sand was able to restrain him easily. 

“Now your shirt,” he prompted, forcing Ray to sit. He had to lift him three separate times before he stayed of his own accord and by then he was glaring at Sand as if Sand was the one being difficult. “Come on. Arms up.”

Ray raised his arms dutifully and Sand stripped him of his shirt. For a second, he thought Ray had finally decided to participate in his own care, but once the shirt was off, Sand glanced up to find that the look in Ray’s eyes had changed. It was darker now, charged with something Sand couldn’t quite name. It gave him pause.

“You like what you see?” Ray asked, his eyes scouring Sand’s body as if he was seeing him for the first time. And although Sand would deny it if anyone ever asked him, there was something there. A spark he would much rather ignore.

“You’re covered in vomit,” he said, shoving the new shirt down over Ray’s head. He'd meant it to be a sort of punishment for even daring to ask such a thing, but he wasn’t prepared for how cute Ray would look emerging from the other side with his hair all rumpled. Ray was like a wet cat, feral but endearing despite his temper. This had been a very bad idea. 

Sand released Ray before his brain could get any stupid ideas and then tossed the shorts he had brought him into his lap. “Here. Do the rest yourself.” But as he moved to get up, Ray stopped him by reaching for the front of Sand’s pants and Sand was so surprised by the sudden display of coordination that it took him a second to realize what was happening. Ray was trying to take his belt off.

“What are you doing?” Sand snapped, prying Ray’s hands off of him.

“I’m undressing you,” Ray said as if it were obvious. “You take my clothes off, I take your clothes off. That’s how it works. Have you never done this before? I’ll be gentle.” Then he leaned in and bit the lobe of Sand’s ear.

“Are you out of your mind?” Sand snapped, pushing him away. Then he stood, knowing Ray was too drunk to follow.

“I thought you said you wanted payment?” Ray snapped as if what he was offering was equal in value to a fifteen minute drive into town and a safe place to sleep. As if maybe he had offered it before. The thought made Sand feel sick to his stomach.

“I know where your mouth has been, so no thank you” he said and then threw the shorts at him again. “Now finish getting dressed. I’m going to get you something to drink.” Ray’s face lit up at the suggestion. “Something non-alcoholic to drink. God, you’re a mess. Do you know that?”

He made his way into the kitchen and poured Ray a glass of water. By the time he returned, Ray was dressed, sitting up on the couch looking much younger without all of the trappings of wealth adorning him. It was only then that Sand noticed what shirt he had picked out in the dark. “Poor Boy,” it read. The choice hadn’t been intentional, but it made him laugh.

“Ironic,” he said, pointing at the shirt.

Ray looked down at his chest, going crossed-eyed as he tried to decipher the words. “What does it say?”

“It says you're cute,” Sand lied.

“Really?” Ray asked, preening.

“Really,” Sand said and then passed him the glass of water. “Drink this.”

“What is it?” Ray asked, sniffing it curiously as if he thought he was being poisoned. 

“Water,” Sand said. “Drink it. It’ll make you feel better.” 

Ray looked like he sincerely doubted this, but he took a few hesitant sips anyway. Sand kept his hand held under the glass the whole time, scared Ray might drop it. Ray lowered the glass after drinking less than half.

“Nope,” Sand corrected, raising it to his lips again. “The whole thing.”

Ray grumbled out a half-hearted protest, but he was actually fairly good at following directions when you coaxed him enough. Within a few seconds, the rest of the water was gone.

“Good boy,” Sand teased, taking the glass from his hand and setting it down on the coffee table. Ray grinned, flattered by the praise, and despite his annoyance, Sand couldn’t help but feel something at the sight of him, drunk but happy. So instead of facing those feelings, he pushed him back down onto the sofa. “Sleep. I’ve had enough of you for one night.”

“Fine,” Ray grumbled, rolling over onto his stomach and clinging once again to Sand’s pillow as if it was the only thing holding him together. Within seconds, his breathing began to slow. Sand watched him from the doorway, wondering who he was sober, but it was a pointless exercise. Eventually, he shook himself from his stupor and turned towards his room.

“Thank you,” he heard Ray mutter from the couch. Sand paused, surprised by his sudden bout of manners, but then Ray added, “Mew.”

Sand rolled his eyes. Of course Ray thought Sand was someone else. Of course he did. He shut of the lights, went back to his room, and tried to sleep, but instead, he lay awake for hours thinking about the boy on his couch. He tried not to dwell on what that meant.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Black Light 9

Warnings: noncon, namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note:thank you for waiting! Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You gape for a moment before you’re certain this is real. You wet your lips with your tongue as you sway nervously in the doorway. You are poorly prepared for company.

“Um, I’m not allowed to have boys in my bedroom,” you say.

August scoffs and stands. His deliberate slowness underlines his size and has your brows popping up your forehead. Oh, he is very big and strong. Of course, you knew that already, you always thought he was built like the Terminator, but it’s very obvious at that moment.

“I’m not a boy,” he growls as he takes a step forward.

You chuckles nervously and drag a foot back as your heart races. The questions bubble up all at once; how did he get in here? Why is he here? And most concerningly, what does he want?

“Sorry, uh, sir, man,” you babble, “I just…” you blink and look around, “I wasn’t expecting–”

You spin and race down the hall, gripping the towel for dear life as it flaps dangerously. You hear him barreling behind you and you let out a shrill cry.

No, no, no. Why is he doing this? You’re a friendly person, all you ever do is be nice to him, so why is lifting you up right now? Why are your feet kicking in the air above the carpet as he drags you backwards?

His thick arm traps you against him, writhing as you fling and arm out trying to grasp onto anything. You whimper as your fingers claw over the pictures of your parents’ many couples’ trips and your annual camping excursions. 

“Why are you doing this? Please…” your hand hooks around the doorframe as he turns into your room, grunting as your head hits his chin, “please, I didn’t do anything.” He yanks you away from the doorway, your fingers bending back painfully. “Please don’t murder me. Please. I don’t wanna be a story on a podcast.”

He turns and flings you so you land on your bed, bouncing jarringly as you barely keep your towel from flying completely open. He stands at the end of the mattress, hands on his hips, looming over you. His eyes narrow as his nostrils flare.

“Alright, well, we can cut a deal, make it fast?” You plea, “I don’t think I can handle torture–”

He rolls his eyes and grabs the middle of his shirt. You flinch as he swoops his shirt over his head and tosses it away. It catches and dangles from your SpiderGwen figure. Good, she doesn’t need to be a witness.

He reaches for you and you shriek. No! You can’t go out like this. You saw too many movies on Jack the Ripper not to put up a fight. You kick out and he swiftly deflects your foot with his elbow. He latches onto the towel and rips it away, leaving you naked and stunned.

You look down and push yourself up, trying to cover yourself as you curl into a ball.

“Hey dude, can I at least die in some clothes?”

He huffs again, giving you that look you get, the one that says ‘stupid little girl’. You furrow your brow as he snakes his hand along the front of his shorts and tweaks a brow. He grabs the bulge there, the one you hadn’t noticed behind the swish fabric.

“Oh,” your head clicks, “ohhhhh…” a cold river flows down your body, “well, that’s flattering but I don’t know if I’m ready–”

He rescinds his hand and shakes his head, muttering under his breath. He goes to your dresser and pulls open the drawer. He sifts through the contents as you watch in confusion. You uncross your arms and put your heels on the bed as you keep an eye on him.

You shimmy towards the foot of the bed slowly, trying not to break his attention. He has two of your belts in hand, the braided white leather and the glittery pink leopard print. You get closer and lower your legs down until your soles are on the floor.

You stand and he spins. You cry out as he just as swiftly strides back to you, grabbing you by the throat. You whimper as he pushes you down to the bed. You wriggle helplessly and touch his wrist.

“I didn’t mean to run into you…” you gurgle.

He snarls, irritation needling between his brows. He runs his hand to your shoulder and flips you over. You yelp and he smacks your ass, hard. You kick your feet and whine.

“Ouch! Okay, look, I agree there's tension here but you're a bit above my age range--”

“Quiet,” he sneers as he grabs your arms and pulls them back behind you, “must you make everything difficult.”

“Uh, I think I have every right– to make–this— difficult,” you try to pull free but he overpowers you easily. He winds the belt around your wrists, tight until your hands throb, and knots it.

He stretches a knee high sock above your head then swoops it around your face, gagging you with it and tying it at the back of your skull. You garble around it, unable to close your mouth fully as it saps the moisture from your tongue. You wiggle, like a snake and he turns you onto your back.

“Now,” he stands before you and hooks his thumbs in the elastic of his shorts, “no more talking.”

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Ettie. My partner in crime. My Darling. My Beloved.

For The Bear requests... Definitely don't think about Richie catching chef!reader crying on the floor in the walk-in fridge right after her bf broke up with her. And don't think about him sitting down next to her and comforting her with a hug, but mostly just by going into the uncensored rant about how the guy is an asshole anyways, and how amazing she is, and how she deserves much better. <3

Love, G.

MY MOST PRECIOUS G!!!!!! this is sosososososos good AUGHHH 😭 i need this EXPEDITIOUSLY!!! ❤️

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“Yeah, give me one sec— Oh, woah, hey,” Richie exclaimed as soon as he saw you, curled into a ball on the floor and hugging your knees, your shoulders shaking slightly.

“Shit,” you murmured, quickly swiping the tears away from your face, trying and failing to pretend nothing was amiss. “Um, sorry Rich. I just needed a moment. I’ll be right out.”

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” He asked, bending lower to get a better look at you. “Which one of these jagoffs made you cry? Was it Carmen?”

You let out an amused huff.

“Not this time. It’s stupid but…” you sighed, keeping your gaze averted. “I guess I’m officially single now. Couldn’t even get dumped in person.”

“That fucking asshole,” He said, frowning. “He fucking dumped you over the phone? That’s a real dick move. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. You don’t deserve that shit.”

You shrugged a little, sniffling softly, unsure of what to say.

“C’mere,” he added as he sat down next to you, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you to his side.

You leaned against his shoulder and he set his chin atop your head. He smelled of cooking oil, cheap aftershave, and cigarettes, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It was familiar and therefore comforting.

“You’re not gonna yell at me for slacking off?” You joked half-heartedly.

He rolled his eyes, but he was relieved to see even the slightest smile on your face.

“‘Course not,” he said, squeezing your arm. “I just hate seeing you cry over this fucking stronzo. You know? I never liked him. He was a fucking prick. I’m not gonna lie, whenever you brought him around, we all kinda wanted to strangle him, but especially me.”

It was then that Carmen decided to poke his head into the fridge, catching you both on the floor. He put his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow.

“The fuck’s going on here? Why are you crying?” He asked a little too harshly, and yet you could tell he was still concerned in his own way. “Did I do this?”

“Not everything’s about you, jagoff!” Richie said. “Now get the fuck outta here. Can’t you see we’re talking?”

“Alright, shit, quit fuckin’ yellin’ at me!” Carmen huffed, giving you a look that said he was going to ask again later before leaving the fridge.

You couldn’t help but laugh, which in turn made Richie laugh too. You pulled away just to look at him appreciatively, reaching up to take the hand that was on your shoulder.

“Thank you, Rich. I really appreciate you,” you said, smiling a little.

He reached up with his free hand to wipe an errant tear from your cheek, keeping eye contact with you.

“No more cryin’, okay?” He said. “You are worth so much more than that. He’s fucking blind for not seeing how amazing you are.”

Your smile widened some, and you leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“You know, you can be real sweet when you wanna be,” you teased.

“Don’t get used to it,” he said, fighting off a grin.

——

[cosmicpearlz]

little love

summary: the three times you acted like a couple and the one time he made it official. (best friends to lovers)

pairing: chad meeks martin x fem!reader

a/n: omg i hit 510 followers and i’m so grateful to all of you!! thanks for even reading what i write <3

-the first time-

being best friends with chad since childhood meant being attached to the hip twenty-four/seven. your friendship was weird to most because of the fact that it was normal to call each other pet names or hug for a little too long but you guys weren’t dating.

“honey! c’mere for a quick second,” chad calls you over from across the room. you smiled hearing his voice and walked over to the reclining chair sam brought that he was currently sat on.

“everything okay?” he looks up at you with his big brown eyes, smiling softly he nodded and grabbed your hand to hold.

“yeah, i just missed you.”

“baby, i was right over there in the kitchen.”

“i can’t miss my favorite girl,” chad tugs your arm to get you to sit on his lap. you laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck.

mindy let out an exaggerated gag sound and rolled her eyes. “bleh, you guys are so gross. like get a room already.”

“mindy, i don’t want to hear it from you. you and anika do the exact same thing!”

“yeah whatever.”

“she just jealous because anika is in class right now. don’t listen to her my love,” the boy whispered in your ear while giving your hip a squeeze and nuzzling into your neck to place a delicate kiss.

-

-the second time-

you were having the worst day ever. first, your coffee had spilled all over your shirt before it was time to leave for class. having no time to change, you rushed out with a wet shirt. then, your professor called you out in class to answer a question because you were so spaced out. it was embarrassing and you shrunk into your seat for the rest of the class. to top it all off, someone had bumped into you and it made all your papers fly out your hands causing you to chase them around.

overwhelmed with stress, you ran back to your shared apartment with sam and tara to cry in the comfort of your room. you slammed your room door shut and immediately flopped on your bed.

a knock on the door halted your sobs. you tried to contain them by biting down on your bottom lip but it didn’t stop the fast tears.

“hey sweetheart? can i come in?”

“yes,” you whispered loud enough for him to hear. chad opens to door to find you curled up into a ball making him frown.

“baby what’s wrong?” he sits on your bed waiting for you to explain to him. you sit up a little and tell him all about your shitty day. as you were explaining, more tears fell against your cheeks but chad was quick to wipe them away.

“i wish i could restart the whole day over.”

chad pulls you into his lap like he does all the time and embraces you into a hug. you cling to him by wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders.

“i got you darling,” he rubs your back and sways the two of you side to side. his presence already making you feel better about your terrible day. chad’s arms were warm and he smelled of the expensive cologne you helped him pick out.

“you feeling better yet?” you lifted your head up from his neck and nodded. leaning forward, you placed a kiss to his cheek.

“you always know how to make me feel better. i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“i don’t know what’d i do without you either love,” he kisses your hairline and then your cheek making you smile.

“you wanna get ice cream? i know you like to eat ice cream when you’re sad.”

-

-the third time-

blackmore university decided to host a charity fundraiser gala. everyone had to dress up because it was a black tie event. the charity they were sponsoring was a kids charity. raising money to make sure kids got toys for christmas.

you were dressed in a deep red floor length gown that had an open back. this was one of your favorite charity events because it evolved helping children and giving them an experience that they would enjoy.

“y/n! hurry up and also chad is here,” you hear tara call out for you.

“i’m coming right now!” you put on your last earring and grabbed your bag before heading out your room. chad swore his heart stopped and started again when you walked out.

“woah, you look absolutely beautiful.” the boy’s tie matching your dress color.

“you look handsome baby,” you walked up to him and linked your hand with his.

“okay, let’s go guys!” anika cheered and rushed everyone out to head to the building it was held in.

-

the event was a success. your school raising enough money to reach pass their goal. chad guides you to the dance floor when the music got slower. you could hear your heart beat faster in your ears.

“did i tell you that you’re beautiful?”

“only five times today but whose counting?”you chuckled lightly at chad putting his head down bashfully.

“but it’s okay because i-“

chad leans down to capture your lips with his own. you gasped at the sudden movement but it didn’t stop you from kissing back. he pulls you more into him as if you could get any closer to his body. the kiss was gentle and warm, something you didn’t want to stop but chad was the first to pull away.

“my pretty girl.”

-

-making things official-

the two of you didn’t talk about the kiss since it happened almost two weeks ago. you were starting to get nervous that he thought it was a mistake but you didn’t want to be the first one to bring it up. there was no hiding that you were madly in love with you.

“hey babe, can we talk?”

“what’s on your mind?”

“i want to make us official. we already acted like we were dating but it’d be nice to give it a proper title,” you sit up from your lying position and rested on your elbows.

“are you saying what i think you’re saying?”

“what? that i’m in love with you and want to make you my girlfriend? then yes, i’m saying what you think i’m saying,” he smirks at you waiting for your response. you squealed and dragged him into a hug.

“i love you too! i’ve been nervous that you would think our kiss was mistake.”

“nothing with you will ever be a mistake.”

[buckybuckyboo]

Mother Nature

Summary: Mother nature comes knocking.

Bucky x female reader

Word count: 1,071

A/N: I DO NOT give permission for my work to be copied, translated or posted on other sites. All mistakes are my own. Feedback is always welcome and I'd love to hear what you think!.

Warning: Bucky is super sweet. Periods. Blood.

Bucky left early in the morning to meet with the team at the tower. He quickly turned his alarm off, rolling back to you wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck.

"I'll be home as early as I can baby" He whispers as he peppers kisses along your neck. Turning to face him and kissing him softly.

"Okay baby, just be careful okay? Tell everyone I say hi"

"Of course, my love, go back to sleep"

He kisses you once more before getting out of bed and wrapping the covers around you. You moved over laying on his pillow and breathing in his scent. The last thing you remember is hearing the shower turn on before you fell back asleep. Bucky showered, got dressed, and made some coffee to take to work with him. You wake up again at around 9 am to use the bathroom and realize you had gotten your period.

"Oh yey," You say sarcastically. Grabbing a pad from the cupboard under the sink and headed back into bed for another hour. A period always allows another hour in bed! When you wake up again at 10 pm you felt like you had been kicked repeatedly in the stomach. All you could do was roll into a ball and cry. Bucky always calls you at lunchtime just to check in but you didn't answer the phone. You just couldn't move. Bucky just thought you were busy so he rang back again about 20 minutes later but there was still no answer. He started to worry. He told Steve he needed to leave and Steve said he would cover for him if Tiny asked. He rushed home calling out for you when he opened the front door but there was no answer from you.

He ran up to the bedroom and you weren't there.

"Y/N??!!"

"In here Bucky"

He heard you call from the bathroom. He walked up to the door and opened it, seeing you sitting in front of the toilet.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"Got my special monthly gift this morning. What are you doing at home?"

"You didn't answer your phone and I got worried. I'll be right back. I'm gonna call Steve and tell him I'm taking the rest of the day off"

"No baby, you don't have to"

"Shh, I can't leave you like this, I'll be right back."

"Okay, not like I can move anyway" You chuckle.

Bucky leaves the bathroom to make his call. You sit on the floor trying to control your breathing. Bucky comes back moments later and effortlessly lifts you off the floor and carries you back to the bed.

"You try to relax baby girl, I'm gonna take good care of you"

You curl up into a ball again hugging Bucky's pillow. He comes back about 5 minutes later, picking you up again and carrying you into the bathroom where you see that he had a bath ready for you. He's got the room a little dark to help with your headache and has some candles lit.

"Aw, Bucky! Thank you" You kiss his cheek. He smiles back at you and sits you on the counter slipping your shirt off and your bra.

"Can you stand for a minute baby?"

Sliding back down off the counter and he slips your sleep shorts and underwear off. He wraps his arm around your back walking you to the bath.

"I'm sorry Bucky"

"Shh baby don't be worrying okay I just wanna help make you feel better"

"I know Bucky but I should -"

"No, stop right there, all you have to do is let me look after you"

"Bucky, I love you so much" Kissing him sweetly. He picks you up and gently places you into the nice warm water. You can feel the hot water already relaxing your muscles. Bucky brings you a cold washcloth to put over your forehead. He doesn't leave your side, he knows you don't feel like talking so he just gently washes you, massaging your feet and your shoulders.

"Mmm feels so good baby, I feel like a princess" You giggle.

"You are a princess! You're my princess"

The smile on his face was huge, you knew how much he loved you.

"Do you wanna get out yet?

"I don't want to but the water is getting cold" You chuckle.

He goes and grabs you a big warm towel, he holds it out for you to step into and he wraps you up in it. It felt so warm and nice. He drys you off gently and he shows you that he's left some fresh PJ's out for you.

Once you were dressed he picked you up again carrying you back to the bedroom.

"Thank you, baby, I already feel a little better"

"Good! I'm so glad my love"

Laying you down on the bed and pulling the covers over you.

"Do you wanna try to sleep a little? Or would you like to watch a movie?"

"I think I'll try to watch a movie. Are you not staying with me?"

"Oh of course! I just wanna get some stuff downstairs first"

He smiles kissing your cheek. You settle down in bed deciding on what to watch while Bucky was downstairs. He arrives back with his arms full of snacks, making you giggle.

"Baby, I appreciate it but I'm not hungry"

"That's okay baby, if you feel hungry you've got some snacks. I also brought you up a heat pack"

"Oh thank you so much, baby! Just what I needed"

Bucky leaves all the snacks down in your reach and pulls the covers back "Show me where to put the heat pack baby"

You smile caressing his face. Pull up your shirt and roll down the top of your pajamas to help him place the heat pack. He leans in kissing around your stomach area, running your fingers through his hair. "Thank you, baby"

"You don't have to thank me, baby, I just wanna help make you feel better"

You pull his face to yours to kiss him softly and look into his eyes.

"Thank you Bucky, I feel so much better"

He smiles kissing you again then slips in beside you in bed as you start the movie. He wraps his arm around you pulling you closer to him.

"If you need anything just let me know okay"

"Okay baby" He smile

[abibliophobiaa]

For sweet Steve's birthday

I choose the word: bath

Have fun Luna 😘

hi, sweet friend. here’s 700 words of fluff for steve’s birthday celebration.

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It had been a crappy day from the very start.

Your car needed a jump from Eddie earlier that morning. It was fortune alone that he had been nearby when Steve called him up to see if he’d be able to help.

But it ended up with you being late for work, your manager shouting at you when you eventually scrambled in that you’d get a write up the next time you showed up even so few as five minutes late.

You’d held back the desire to raise your favorite middle finger in the air and say “screw it all.” Because you had your half of the rent to pay, after all. Instead you sucked up the swirling rage of emotion, slipping your work hat on your head. A white cap that glowed an obnoxious neon in the lights of the roller rink.

After that it had been countless orders at the food cart you worked. Shouted demands over blaring pop music from customers, barked complaints that you’d given them mozzarella sticks when they’d ordered a corn dog (they didn’t), and the eventual fight that broke out between kids from Hawkins and the next town over.

Something to do with a disagreement between baseball teams that carried over into one teen shoving another into a wall.

You had to roll out and break it up, an order from your manager who had then shouted again to “hurry up and take care of it” when you took a little too long for his liking. Even dodged a swing of a fist and ducked when another teen launched themselves at another student.

Later, it was ice packs from the storage closet against red-faced blubbering boys and signed documents that promised the kids would never step foot in the establishment again. Pouty lips highlighted in a merry go round of speckled blue, green and purple light; reflected from the hues dancing off the disco ball up above.

And by the time you entered your apartment, kicked your shoes off at the door, and tossed your bag into a heap on the floor, all you’d wanted was to curl up in your bed and slip a blanket over your head. Maybe even pretend the day never happened at all.

Yet there he was. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows, stirring away at what looked to be spaghetti in a pot. That floppy head of hair tilted backward a bit as you entered the kitchen, all bright enamored grins.

He quickly shouted, “Hey, babe!” into open air, and paused at the downturn of your lips.

He immediately caught the way you walked in with your hands at your sides, shoulders hunched. He was on you in seconds, arms wrapped around your form as you pressed into the center of his chest happily, absorbing his warmth and affection.

“Bad day, huh?” He mused, sliding his palms along the span of your back. Long, sweeping motions that had you sinking further into him with a loud huff. “Wanna tell me about it while I finish up dinner? I got home early and thought I’d treat us to a little date night.”

“Every night is date night with you.”

You giggled, palms coming to rest against his lower back. You’d loved that about him, though. The constant need to always make sure you knew how loved and appreciated you were.

You sighed, bone-tired. “But no, I don’t really wanna talk about it. Kind of wanted to just pretend today never happened and try again tomorrow.”

He brushed a kiss against your brow. “Well, good news is we both have off tomorrow. So how about I draw you up a nice warm bath and you just relax while I finish up here. And then we can spend the rest of the night watching all your favorite movies.”

“I need a good cuddle too.”

He chuckled softly, tipping your head up to smother your adorable pout with his lips. One, two, three brushes of the fullness of his mouth against yours.

His forehead rested against yours briefly. Wide fingers fanned across your cheek lovingly.

“Done,” he promised, leading you to the bathroom where he then waited until you were neck deep in warm, bubbly water to remind you, “I love you.”

-

[howdoyousleep3]

For prompt list!! <3

Bucky x female reader, “no panties, babygirl?”, spanking, bedroom 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Love u mama k!! <3

...and we're off and running! 🤤🤭

Notable Tags: Daddy Kink, Brat Taming, Light Dom/Sub, Manhandling, Dirty Talk, Groping, Biting Word Count: 800 words

"Should'a known. You only run your mouth when you got somethin' to hide, darlin'..."

Even though you've long lost your feisty energy, even though Bucky's broken you down over the course of an evening at a lengthy and, quite frankly, annoying gala, you're not done; there's always some fight left in you.

Bucky tells you it's one of the reasons he's obsessed with you.

"No, got nothing to...to hide."

"Oh, babygirl," Bucky coos hot against the nape of your neck, the noise contradictorily sweet to the harsh way he holds your wrists tightly together at the small of your back. "You know better. You're not about to get off on a technicality.”

You grit your teeth. So he does know.

“In fact, you're not about to get off at all."

Your pussy aches when she hears those words, clenches desperately around nothing, wet and willing just by the few stern touches Bucky’s given you since you arrived home. He dragged you straight to the bedroom, feet betraying you even as you hissed every step of the way.

That’s how you knew you were in for it. If he wanted to fuck you, he would have taken you right on the floor of the entryway of your apartment.

But now your cheek is being pressed into the wall of your shared bedroom, wrists locked together in the grip of Bucky’s metal fist. You’re sure he delights in rubbing his erection, cock hard like steel even behind his dark dress pants, against the curve of your ass.

Your ass that’s bare underneath the thin material of your dress.

"You think Daddy wouldn't find out?" he whispers into your ear, his opposite hand rubbing along your hip, down between your thighs. You gasp, noise ragged and sharp as he cups your mound, squeezing it in his mitt for a hand as if he owns your pussy. It almost hurts, the careless way he digs his fingers wherever they land, but it hurts so good.

He does own it, you hear a voice in your mind remind you, and you curl your lip in a silent growl.

His touch sends a primal feeling all throughout your being, fogs up your brain almost enough to send you spiraling out of your bratty haze and into a much sweeter one. He's not touching you to please you; he's touching you to show blatant ownership.

"Daddy," you give in with a little whimper, and Bucky's teeth sink into your shoulder when he purrs. You mewl, high and whiny, hips bucking up into his palm, and you can feel his smile grow on your skin.

"No panties, babygirl?"

You merely whine in response.

"That's a pretty bold choice, don't you think?"

This time when he touches you, his fingers do so with purpose. They find your clit with ease, rubbing at it with divine accuracy, the pressure making your eyes almost roll back into your head.

This time you have no response whatsoever for him.

"Could smell you all night, this hot little pussy," he whispers into your ear. "You do that on purpose to distract me? 'Cause I made you come to a gala? 'Cause Daddy made you do somethin' you didn't wanna do?"

Your vision blurs as your core tightens, Bucky's fingers slowly unwinding that ball of defiant anger that spent all night eating at you.

"There she is," he damn near groans into your neck when you let out another mewl, one that vaguely resembles Daddy. He groans again when he lets go of your wrists, hand sliding up to cup your tit through your dress, squeezing at it too.

"I'm feeling generous, so you decide," he starts, voice hypnotizing just as his fingers are. "We won't argue about whether or not you deserve a spanking because you do. That isn't up for negotiation."

Your bratty huff is disguised as a whimper.

"But you choose where you want Daddy to spank you. You want 'em on your ass...or this pussy?"

"Oh my god. Daddy...!"

"You choose," he reminds you again. "You choose where you wanna get spanked, but Daddy gets to choose what hole he gets to fuck. So you keep that in mind, babygirl."

For you, the choice is simple. You whine out your answer in the perfect pitch of baby talk that you know goes right to Daddy's dick, adding on a please to sweeten the deal, and Bucky's chuckle turns into a groan as he pulls you back from the wall.

"Alright, sweetheart. You know how Daddy likes to see you. On the bed."

When you go to pull at the thin straps of your dress to take it off, feet fumbling as you make your way to the bed, he stops you with a sharp noise.

"Daddy wants you to keep that on..."