#Just scooting away with the fork in his mouth

[cryoverlife]

If you pay close attention, you’ll notice the most relatable character in sbg slowly scooting out of the frame.

This dude, look at his face.

[goldenstring6123]

hello ! wanted to say i really love your writing style and your stories for the characters ! I wanted to know if you’d write one for Love and deep space Sylus? A scenario where you’re both sleeping but you sneak away quietly to get something from the kitchen or for whatever reason but he stops you with his powers (the handcuffs etc) to bring you back to bed. I’m not sure if i’m making sense but something along those lines! please and thank you!

Sylus: Kitchen Sneaker

Warning: No warning. Fem!reader, domestic fluff (?)

Author's note: This is a fun domestic-ish prompt to write! I hope you like it my dear pookies <3

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Sylus was fast asleep beside you.

The man was a light sleeper for the sake of his own safety. According to him, even if the building was as secure as it could be, there were some instances where he woke up with a knife to his throat. However, ever since you began sharing the same bed, he had been sleeping like a log, which was good for him and the twins because they no longer had to deal with his hot head so early in the evening.

But it was bad for you. Simply because Sylus likes to hold you in his sleep. Sometimes his hand would be over your chest, groping your breast or squeezing in between your boobs, but most times, he would be holding your wrist, checking your pulse. How was this bad for you? Well, living alone for most of your adult life, you liked to indulge yourself in a midnight snack or two. With him holding you captive to the bed, his iron grip holding on to you, it was like you had a ball and chain around your body.

You've indulged Sylus for over a week now, but the intense midnight craving is overwhelming.

Tonight, it's food over Sylus. The man can wait. Food cannot.

You scooted his hand very, very, very gently away from your body. This man's hand is heavy and large. Sylus didn't move and continued to sleep peacefully, his exposed chest rising and falling calmly. The room was very cold, and you could even hear the blowing of the AC; it was at that moment that you realized how such small sounds seemed to be so loud at night.

With every step you take, you are holding your breath even more. Even against the carpet, the rustling of your feet seemed like it could stir Sylus awake at any second. Thankfully, you managed to traverse across the room like a spy. You even had to carefully close the door shut.

You used the stairs to get down to the kitchen, and while you were walking in the hallway, the chef was just about to leave, his satchel bag on his shoulder.

He and you made eye contact. You gestured to him to 'shush,' and he laughed.

"There's some leftover dessert and pasta in the fridge—feel free to eat it," he whispered, and you grinned, giving him a thumbs up. Greg is the best chef ever. You tiptoed to the kitchen, waving him goodbye. Your eyes landed on that double-door fridge that was whirring loudly.

Finally! You could taste that delicious panna cotta and aglio olio in your mouth. Your hands wrapped around the handle of the fridge, and as you tugged, the bright blue light of the fridge lit up your face.

You took the plate and settled it on the stainless steel counter. The next one was the small glass filled with chocolate and cream. You marveled at its delicate, savory look. You took a spoon from the nearby utensil holder and dug it into the soft texture, eager to get a taste.

Before it could land between your lips—

A cold whirlwind of black, scentless smoke wrapped around the fork. It flung out of your grasp, and before you could let out a peep, you, too, were flung away from the kitchen counter.

The man let out a grunt, his eyes low-lidded and foggy, clearly just woken up from his slumber.

"Pray tell," he gruffed, his voice an octave lower. "What are you doing in the kitchen? You're supposed to be in bed." Sylus let out a sigh while he brought you closer to him. He glanced behind you and saw the unopened plate of pasta and panna cotta.

"Never mind. You don't need to speak."

"I'm hungry! Don't you know you shouldn't get between a woman and her food?" you exclaimed while tugging at the thing around your exposed waist. You thrashed and thrashed, the straps of your nightshirt sliding down your shoulders. "Put me down and go back to bed! I'll be with you in five—no, fifteen minutes!"

His head was aching from all the noise you were making, and combined with the fact that you were out of bed by the time he woke up—to Sylus, it seemed like you were testing his patience. "Did you not eat enough during dinner time? You know you could've asked for second servings."

"I get midnight cravings on occasion, but when I'm sleeping over, you tend to weigh me down in bed," you explained, flailing your legs, which were a few feet off the ground.

"So, you're blaming me now?" Sylus raised an eyebrow.

You shrugged. Of course, you were. It wasn't your fault you couldn't get out of bed, and it wasn't your fault that the chef made great food and desserts. He didn't like the look on your face but, regardless, put you down to the floor, his hand tugging your strap over your shoulders. His red eyes glazed over your bare chest, but he turned away, walking to that lonely plate of pasta.

"We're going back to sleep after you have your fill." Sylus unwrapped the plate and took a fork, twirling it and taking a bite. The oily, mild tinge of spiciness and Parmesan helped push him awake. He won't deny that the chef was good at his job—it was even enough for you to sneak out of his bed.

You mounted yourself onto the kitchen island, the cold marble surface cooling the bottom of your thigh. You took the panna cotta, and finally, the creamy and sweet flavor of chocolate and cream exploded in your mouth. Unconsciously, you nodded in approval of the taste.

Quietly, you ate in each other's company, occasionally making small talk. Sylus left the dish in the sink along with the fork, but when he turned to you, your nose was inside the refrigerator again. "Cake roll slice…" you uttered. The strawberry cake roll looked delicious inside the glass container.

Before you could even reach out to it, the smoke appeared at the very same spot, dragging you away from the fridge. Sylus closed the double-door refrigerator and crossed his arms right in front of you. A clear 'no' was plastered all over his face.

You let out a groan as he dragged you away with the smoky black and red rope around your waist.

When you got back to the bedroom, you expected Sylus to go right back to sleep. But instead, the man pulled a handcuff from underneath his pillow. How and why it was, there was a question you didn't want to ask him. Without another word coming out of his mouth, he chained it to himself and took hold of your wrist.

"No. You're not going to—"

He latched the real handcuff around your wrists and laid down on the bed, dragging you with him.

"Sleep."

The lights dimmed and flickered off at his word, and you just lay there, staring up at the canopy.

"I guess this is our bedtime routine now," you sighed.

"Sleep," he reiterated.

You seriously have no idea how you put up with this man.

Author footnotes: I also like to sneak out to the kitchen and eat but instead of sylus, It's my mom who sees me and then i get the clothes hanger beat up for staying up late at night lol.

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[kisses4themissus]

Foreign 2 Me || Hwang In-ho X Reader

wc: 2.3k a/n: the long awaited pt 2!! js know i absolutely love reading your guys comments!! warning: not proofread, so beware of spelling errors

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Lyrics to fly me to the moon filled your ears as you awoken. You glanced around the bedroom, your eyes found your hands had been loosened a bit from the rope. You were now able to move them to your face.

You wiped your eyes before looking around the dark room. “Player 129.” A deep voice spoke from the door.

Your eyes flickered to see the same blacksuited manager from the previous day. You held your breath as he stepped into the room. “Frontman had to step out due to business, he wasn’t expecting you to wake up so early.” They explained. 

“What do you want?” You questioned as they got closer to you. “Frontman had taken a liking to a player, you enter the picture and the player began to loose his element.” they explained simply. They walked closer to the bed, making you scoot further away.

“So he took me?” You scoffed. The manager shook their head at you. With a huff you turned back on your side and faced away from the guard, a plan forming in your mind. You listened as the manager got up and clicked a button on a remote and the sleeping gas filled the room. You just relaxed and let the sleepiness wash over you.

The next time you had woken up, it was pink managers with the black suit one, they had entered the room and helped dress you, getting rid of your player uniform and into a black silk pajamas. You watched as one of them walked to the manager and grabbed the small tray and walked over once you were tied back to the bed.

You opened your mouth as they fed you the food; it was different from what you had ate in the dorm. “Why is he treating me so well?” You questioned, your tongue poking the side of your cheek. “He must have a special interest.” The manager in the black suit responded. 

“He said if you behave yourself, you’d be allowed to watch your new..friend, in the next game.” A worker explained, getting more food on the spoon before shoving it in your mouth. You had zoned out whatever they talked about; you had your mind set on your way out of this hell.

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The next morning, to the strange suited manager you had been well-behaved, therefore they’d allowed you to watch the next game, through the night you had slowly gained freedom, the workers had allowed you to move out of the bed and into the main room, even letting you feed yourself at the small kitchen table. 

You had been lucky enough to slip the fork into your sleeve of your pajamas and hid it, waiting for the right moment to strike your plan in action.

The manager clicked something on the remote, a live showing of a round platform with three small horses on top, it had reminded you of a carousel you’d see in almost empty malls. You watched confused as the manger switched to another camera that showed many colorful doors.

“The next game is mingle, players will gather into groups of whatever number is announced and make it into a room before the time runs out.” 

Your eyes widened as players walked into the room, the soldiers leading them. “How many rooms?” You questioned, looking over at the masked manager. “Fifty, more then half should be wiped in this game.” They said, though their face was hidden you knew they told you the game with a smile on their face.

“Could I get some water, i’m thirsty.” You asked, politely. The manager sighed, tying your feet together to ensure you couldn’t get up to bash the back of his head. 

You waited patiently for your water, you took a deep breath in as you tried soothing your nerves in order for your plan to work. He set down the glass cup beside you, with a grateful nod, he walked over and united your shackles and let you pick the glass up and drank out of it as the game began.

Minutes had passed of watching your fellow players run for their lives. You sighed, it was time.

You reached over and grabbed the cup and took a drink, you noticed the manger’s relaxed posture as he sat on a black chair. You began to cough and fold over. The manager glanced at you and ignored it at first til you began to force yourself to wheeze.

He shot up from his chair; knowing he’d be dead if you had tried to kill yourself while in-ho was away. 

You threw yourself on the floor and coughed hard, thanking whoever above as the manger hunched over you, trying to help you sit up.

On your back you brought up your knee and hit their genitals, hoping it was a man behind the mask. They keeled over and groaned in pain, you quickly popped up and took the fork out from your sleeve and raised it above your shoulder before driving into the masked man’s chest. 

Pulling out the fork, you shove his mask up. He wore another blackout mask underneath. 

He attempted to stop you but stopped as you threw punch to his nose, making his eyes begin to water, blocking his view as you brought the fork to his right eye and stabbed it, he tossed you aside and scrambled to get onto to restrain you once more.

You shakily smiled as he swayed, thanks to his vision being gone in one eye, you pulled the back of his head, making him fall back onto the ground. You got on top of him and managed to punch his jaw, he groaned, the room going dark.

“Goodnight.” You said panting, watching as he passed out on the ground. You glanced up at the screen and stopped as the cameras showed young-il in a room with jung-bae and another man, you gasped as young-il had snapped the man’s neck, his eyes darkened as he stared at jung-bae; you both had killed someone that day out of survival.

Once he was out, you got up from the floor and got to work tying him to the furniture around you. As you tied the man up, you paused as static filled the room’s silence. You searched the name and nodded as his communication device was sat perfectly on the table beside him. 

Quickly stripping him out of his uniform you placed it on, tossing the pajamas on the chair’s back, looking around the room for anything you might need to act as the black suited man.

You got up and took his mask from the floor and grabbed the device before walking to the elevators. You raised the mask, the elevator doors opened, you sighed, stepping in and slipping the mask on.

You had heard the workers talk about the second floor being the solider’s quarters. You quickly press the bottom level and walked out, it had been a purple hallway, you kept walking and sighed in relief as you found the stairway you had all walked through to get to the games, you began opening random doors, you stopped as you opened one, it had a dark hallway. You quickly walked down, having no other plan.

As you walked into the cold, quiet dark room you quickly made out another door and made your way over and opened it to show more stairs, with a deep breath you walked down them, the place had been a labyrinth, you had wondered how the workers didn’t get lost.

As you thought to yourself you finally walked down to a cave of sorts, you noticed oxygen tanks in the corner, you began to tear up, it had all lined up. You were going to get out.

You quickly geared up and thanked your family who had took you on scuba trips as a child for fun. You got ready and began diving and swam around for a underwater exit.

Popping out of the water, you took off the mouth guard, gasping; you had been swimming for awhile after you had left the cave. There had been a small island to your left, you quickly swam over and got out, catching your breath as you sat up against a rock. 

In-ho sighed, tiredly from the latest game, he needed to leave the games soon, you were safe and sound for his keeping up in his penthouse.

As he walked up to grab his food, he was stopped as a worker muttered to him. “She’s escaped.” 

In-ho stopped, staring at the worker as he took the food and drink. “Find her, she has to be somewhere in the building.” He commanded quietly, walking away, back towards his group of players.

- - - - - - - -

You sighed as you tried to form another plan, you didn’t see another island around; who knew how far the actually was from main land. As you blinked, your eyes grew heavy. You groaned trying to fight it off but lost, your body lulled you to a peaceful sleep. 

Jun-ho sighed as he scanned the water once more; nothing.

“Ready to go back yet?” The captain questioned, woo-seok scoffed at the older man and continued looking through his binoculars. “HEY! GET CLOSER TO THAT ISLAND!” Woo-seok yelled as he noticed a figure on the empty island.

The captain sigh and began to get closer, tensing up a bit as everyone noticed a body. “Is she alive?” Jun-ho questioned, grabbing his long coat as they docked at the island, the others began to fly a drone over the island to make sure it wasn’t a cover for an ambush.

“She’s alone.” They confirmed, jun-ho nodded and ran over to help you onto the boat, woo-seok helped carrying you. “Where do we place her?” Woo-seok asked, holding your legs while jun-ho held your back and head.

“Here, place her on the pull out.” Captain park, motioned. The two gently placed you down before finding to see your pulse, jun-ho sighed in relief you were alive.

“Cover her up, captain let’s head back for today. I’ll go signal the others.” Jun-ho commanded, walking away, leaving woo-seok who grabbed blankets and jun-ho’s coat to warm you up. While woo-seok watched over you, the captain’s nerves went up, where did you escape from, clearly you had been through something, he had hoped that night he wouldn't receive a call from in-ho asking for a woman.

- - - - - - - -

You roughly coughed, you sat up. The person beside you quickly jumped up with you. 

“Careful, they just changed your IV’s!” He lightly patted your back, once you stopped coughing you froze as you looked up at the male.

“Who are you, where am I?!” You asked, scooting to the back of the hospital bed. He held up his hands to show he wasn’t up to anything. “You’re at the hospital, i found you passed out on a rock in the middle of nowhere, I’m detective jun-ho!” He explained, slowly reaching for his wallet, you nodded, allowing him to do so.

He sighed and pulled out his badge. You grabbed it and read over the name before sighing and handed it back.

“Thank you, I guess…” You thanked, bowing your head.

“What were you doing on that island?” He questioned, scotting towards you. Throwing your head back you let out a shaky breath and held your head. “You won’t believe me..” You muttered, laughing a bit; you’d look insane if you tried explaining the games.

“I’ve heard some stuff, so again; why where you on that island?” 

You sighed at the detective, his sorrow filled eyes made you spill everything to him. The cruel killing of people, the children's game, the people stuck there on the island; The frontman. Jun-ho’s blood ran cold as you explained you were taken one night by his brother.

“And then the next day he was away for business, i did things on that island that i’m not proud of..” You confessed, looking down at your hands. Jun-ho stood up and placed his hand over yours.

“I believe you, a close friend of mine had a similar story, he went in but we haven’t found him.” Jun-ho sighed, pacing at the end of your hospital bed. “...Was his name seong gi-hun?” you asked quietly, jun-ho turned to you, not hearing what you had said.

“Seong Gi-hun, player 456.” You repeated, making jun-ho stop.

“You saw him?” He asked frantic. You nodded at him. “I joined his team for the second game, last i saw he was still alive.” You explained, jun-ho ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

“Would you be willing to help us find the island?” He asked, desperation in his voice.

You shook your head. “What if frontman catches me, hell he’s probably kill young-il for my stupid escape!” Your words slowed down as you realized young-il’s fate. You gasped and covered your mouth as tears built up, all of your friends must’ve been paying for your actions.

“I won’t let him harm you.” Jun-ho promised, looking into your watery eyes.

“I won’t go with you,” You informed as you wiped the falling tears, jun-ho sighed looking down at his shoes. “I can tell you everything in detail that happened.” You finished, jun-ho’s head popped up as he frantically nodded. “That’ll work!”

- - - - - - - -

In-ho sighed as he watched gi-hun get dragged back to the dorms after he had shot jung-bae in front of him, as he slipped off his mask, he walked over to his liquor cabinet and pulled out his whiskey.

As he took a drink, his landline phone rang. With a heavy sigh he walked over and picked up, before he opened his mouth a voiced stopped him.

“She’s found your brother.” The captain informed.

“Stop them. I’m on my way.” In-ho hung up, dowing the rest of his whiskey. He roughly slammed the glass down next to the phone.

You had slipped away and fell into jun-ho’s grasp, really it was only a matter of time before his baby brother had met his new sister-in-law.

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[evie-sturns]

𝙎𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙠 - 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: ever since you and matt started a family, you haven't had any privacy.

contains: Smut, dad!matt, sneaking around, swearing.

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matt and i have 2 kids together, 3 and 4 years old, which means absolutely no privacy with 2 toddlers. we've only hooked up once or twice in the past 4 years.

"matt, its 6pm, the kids need dinner." i yawn, hoisting myself up off our couch and pausing the movie. matt instantly jumps up behind me, "let me help sweetheart." he says, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

"just go round up charlotte and olive please, they're in the play room." i groan, walking into the kitchen, throwing together some pasta.

matt disappears up the stairs. i grab 2 bowls and some paper forks as i dump plain pasta into both of them, "matt!!" i call out, he instantly runs downstairs, both our girls giggling under his arms.

a warm smile spreads across my face as he plops the toddlers down in their seats, kissing them both on their foreheads as he walks toward me in the kitchen, grabbing both bowls from my hands. "looks incredible" he smiles

"matt it's plain pasta." i rub my eyes.

he gives both the kids the pasta before turning around back into kitchen.

he gives me those eyes before walking into the bedroom, removing his shirt as he's halfway through the doorframe. my heartrate picks up,

why am i so nervous?

"fuck fuck fuck" i whisper to myself as i open the bedroom door.

"you seem stressed hm?" he mutters, i lock the door behind me.

matt walks over to me, swiftly picking me up before pushing me down on the mattress. "gonna have to be quiet for me yeah?" he says, I nod frantically. he yanks off my tanktop, before pulling down my sweat-shorts, leaving me revealed for him.

"so gorgeous." he whispers, taking me all in.

"don't lie matt." i mumble, looking away slightly

matt grabs my chin, making me look at him. "don't say shit like that, you're quite literally perfect yeah?" he says sternly.

i close my eyes, he squeezes my chin tighter "look at me." matt says angrily, leaning over me. i nod, looking him in the eyes "gonna prove how much i love you mhm?" he says, unbuckling his belt throwing it to the floor before yanking down his jeans.

i moan lightly as his boxers drop to the floor, "you ready?" he questions, lining himself up with my entrance. he slowly pushes inside of me, a loud whimper escapes his mouth, boosting my ego slightly.

"fuck..." he groans, gripping the sheets tight as he slowly thrusts in and out "doesn't get old," he whispers, gripping my hip with his free hand, hard enough to leave a hand print.

his thrusts quicken, my moans filling the room, "not gonna last long- with those pretty noises-" he stammers, "im gonna fuck.." i warn, he grips my waist tighter "cum for me." he whispers, i instantly clench around his length, the knot in my stomach snaps.

"good girl.." he mumbles frantically as he pulls out, painting my torso with white streaks.

he falls down in the bed beside me. "you feel.. so good." he says out of breath, i scoot closer to him, wrapping my bare legs around him.

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"mooommm!!!" a loud scream comes from the kitchen. i let out a loud sigh, getting off the bed and quickly re-dressing. i stumble out of the bedroom, my legs still numb.

theres pasta all over the floor, followed by juice and the plastic cup it was in. both the kids are screaming and crying. "for fucks sake." i whisper, throwing my face in my hands. i hear footsteps behind me, its matt. his shirt is on inside out, no belt, just jeans.

i walk towards the kitchen, grabbing paper towels as i walk over, bending over to clean up the spill. matt picks me up from behind, placing me on the stairs as he grabs the supplies off me, quickly scooping up the mess. he grabs both girls. one in each arm as he jumps around with them, their tears instantly turn into giggles.

i laugh, standing up off the stairs.

"how are you so good at parenting matt." i sigh, a smile spread across my face as i pull matt into a hug.

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[zeroseuniverse]

That's My Girl

Word Count: 598 Summary: “You can’t say shit like that to me,” she finally whispered, her voice trembling. “Why not? It’s the truth.” Jun’s eyes softened Pairing: Jun X Fem Reader

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The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the heater struggling against the winter chill. Jun sat cross-legged on the couch, his eyes flicking from the muted TV to the plate of food on the coffee table that had gone untouched for the last hour. His girlfriend was curled up in a blanket on the other end of the couch, her face turned away from him.

He hated seeing her like this—withdrawn, tired, and barely eating. It was becoming a pattern, one that had him losing sleep more often than not.

“Baby,” Jun started gently, his voice cutting through the silence. “You didn’t eat dinner.”

“I’m not hungry,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by the blanket.

Jun sighed, running a hand through his hair. He tried to keep his frustration in check, but the worry gnawed at him like an open wound. “You said that yesterday. And the day before that. Babe, you need to eat something.”

She didn’t respond, and that only made his chest tighten. He leaned forward, picking up the plate and scooting closer to her. “Come on,” he coaxed, his tone soft but firm. “Just a few bites, okay? For me?”

She finally turned her head to look at him, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. “Jun, I said I’m not hungry.”

He placed the plate back on the table and turned to face her fully, his expression serious now. “This isn’t just about being hungry, babe. You can’t keep skipping meals like this. It’s not healthy.”

Her gaze dropped to her lap, and she pulled the blanket tighter around herself. “I’ll eat later,” she murmured, but even she didn’t sound convinced.

Jun let out a shaky breath, his frustration bubbling over. “What am I going to do if you die, huh?” he blurted, his voice breaking slightly.

Her  head snapped up, her eyes wide. “Jun—”

“I’m serious,” he said, his voice steadier now, but no less emotional. “What am I supposed to do? Just live in a world with no you in it? Pass. I’m not doing that.”

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She stared at him, her chest tightening at the raw honesty in his words.

“You can’t say shit like that to me,” she finally whispered, her voice trembling.

“Why not? It’s the truth.” Jun’s eyes softened, and he reached out to gently take her hand in his. “I love you. More than anything. And it scares the hell out of me to see you like this. I don’t know how to fix it, but I can’t just sit here and watch you fade away.”

Tears pricked at her eyes, and she blinked rapidly to keep them from falling. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly, her voice cracking.

Jun shook his head, squeezing her hand. “You don’t have to apologize. I just need you to let me help you. Please.”

After a long pause, she nodded slowly. “Okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

A small smile broke across Jun’s face, and he reached for the plate again. “Just a few bites,” he said, holding it out to her. “I’ll even feed you if I have to.”

She let out a shaky laugh, wiping at her eyes. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, but she took the fork he offered her and took a small bite.

“That’s my girl,” Jun said softly, the relief in his voice palpable.

As she ate, he stayed close, his presence a quiet reassurance. And for the first time in days, the weight pressing down on his chest felt just a little lighter.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Smutober day 26: Tim Bradford x GN!reader - Special treat

It was your one year anniversary with Tim and he surprised you with reservations at a restaurant that you had to get months in advance.

“I can't believe you got us a table here ten months ago,” you chuckle, looking over the menu, “you were really confident after only dating two months.”

“Well I guess I just knew you were the one,” he smiles.

The waiter brings you a nice bottle of wine after Tim informed him it was your anniversary and you put in your orders unable to keep your eyes off your boyfriend in his new suit.

You scoot closer to Tim in the booth, putting your hand on his thigh, “you look so handsome tonight.”

“You're one to talk,” he says, kissing you sweetly.

You talk about your days at work while waiting for the food to arrive, you rubbing your hand up and down his thigh.

Tim starts shifting in his seat, grateful for the food when it comes but to his surprise your hand doesn't leave his thigh.

You nonchalantly pick up your fork and begin eating your meal, your hand now traveling to his inwards.

Tim struggles to take the first bite of his food and almost chokes when you cup his crotch.

He looks at you and you grin back at him, playing with the zipper of his pants.

“Y/N,” he mutters under his breath.

“You treated me to this wonderful meal, you deserve a special treat too,” you tell him, pulling his zipper down and slipping your hand into his underwear.

He can't believe how casually you are doing this while eating and right here in the middle of a packed restaurant.

He has to loosen his tie slightly, letting him breath more easily as he does his best to get his food down.

You've let his cock out of his underwear now, stroking him slowly.

He keeps glancing around, making sure no one has clued into what is happening under the table right now.

“Everything taste alright?” The chipper waiter asks when he comes back to your table.

“It's so delicious isn't it Tim?” You ask, doing a few shallow strokes at the base of his cock.

“Yeah-Yep real good,” he stammers.

“Wonderful, let me know if you need anything,” he says.

“Actually could we put in our dessert order now?” You reply purposely to taunt Tim, now stroking the tip.

“Of course, what would you two like?”

“What do you want dear?”

Tim grips his fork, blurting out the first thing he could thing of, “crème Brûlée.”

“You got it,” he smiles before finally walking away.

“You're evil,” Tim grunts and you just smirk at him, returning to your normal movements along his shaft.

You continue to eat while slowly stroking Tim, never going any faster to draw it out.

Finishing your meals you sit there making small talk, Tim on the brink of cumming.

“Y/N,” he says with a low moan.

You lean in and kiss his cheek, whispering in his ear, “go on and cum Tim.”

The waiter arrives with your crème brûlée, setting it down on the table right as Tim cums, shooting out and hitting the underside of the table.

He chokes out a muddled thanks, your hand working every last drop out of him.

The waiter leaves again and you smile at Tim, lifting your hand up to your lips and sticking two of your fingers in your mouth sucking off the cum that got on you.

Tim couldn't get through his dessert fast enough, he needed to get you home immediately and make you pay for torturing him tonight.

[sinfullyrosey]

How to Tame Your Dragon

Malleus Draconia X Male!Reader

Warnings: Dom!Reader, Blowjob, Deep Throating, Mild Bondage (via a tail), Scent Kink, Degradation & Praise (aimed at Malleus), Rimming, Anal, Orgasm Denial, Malleus is a Simp Needy Sub

I put my whole ass pussy and braincell into this fic lol

The meeting had run a little later than expected, advisors droning on about some new laws drafted up and issues brought forth by the people. Others asking him his input on certain political issues and how he’s going to address them. All was just so draining and mind numbing to the young king.

But all of that doesn’t matter now what with the room having been evacuated of everyone save for himself and his human companion. The very same magicless human he had met at Night Raven College all those years ago and who had now become his partner in marriage.

You.

A mere child of man.

The one who has his heart in your hands and whose vision blesses his thoughts each and every day that goes by. The one who became his first friend, his first adviser, his first and only love.

The same lover who is currently sitting comfortably atop his throne, one leg over the other, your chin resting in your palm as you lean against the armrest. And he, sitting down on his knees at your feet, gazing up at you with unbridled adoration.

A cold look of fake indifference plastered itself upon your face as you leer down at your horned husband. Slitted eyes gaze back up at you, nothing but love and the desire to serve swirling in those gorgeous green eyes of his. He was being obedient, sitting back and waiting for your command.

“Hm, is there something you want, Malleus? You’re staring at me like I’m the last bowl of ice cream in the fridge.”

His expression brightened at your acknowledgment, scooting ever so slightly closer, hands still remaining firmly on his knees. His tail tip wagged slowly in building excitement.

“You, my love. I want you. Only you. Please, if I may, can I pleasure you once more?”

You snort at that.

Such a poetic sap he is. Speaking about you as if you were some fine jewel to be added to his growing hoard. You roll your eyes and sigh out a soft, “I suppose.” making his tail pick up in speed.

You shifted in your seat, moving to push aside your silken, black robe and pull your undergarments down, revealing your now unclothed dick and balls. You were semi-hard, his earlier words having more of an effect on you than you’re willing to admit, let alone acknowledge.

“You may worship my cock like you have done so many times before, but only with your mouth and tongue. You keep those hands away from me or else.”

“Yes, my dear prince. I won’t. Only my mouth shall serve my loveliest briar rose.”

“Good, good. Now, get to it.”

You lean back and watch as the mighty king of Briar Valley, royal fae who all fearfully respected, stuck out his tongue and began to lap at a mere human’s cock like some common brothel whore. His long, darkened tongue licked along the sides and underside, starting from the base and moving all the way to the tip.

You let out a long, blissful sigh as you felt your dick start to harden more under his ministries, his mouth sucking and kissing at the hot flesh. Malleus enjoyed the sounds you were making and worked to get more out of you.

He’d kiss and lick all the way up to the tip before wrapping his lips around your red, swollen head, and suck. He’d suck and hum in delight, sending vibrations throughout your length, making you leak precum directly into his awaiting maw. He began to swirl his tongue around the head and slit, forked tongue gathering as much of your precious cream as he could to swallow and savor.

Malleus could never get enough of anything you had to offer him, cum included.

“Mmmalleus… Oh, you’re doing such a good job…Aah~ Keep that up.”

Your praise fueled and prompted him to go further. Now he started to gently bob his mouth against your length, still sucking and lapping away. He wanted to take in as much of you as possible, to swallow you whole and gift you with all the sweet pleasures you so rightfully deserved from him.

You moaned louder as you felt your cock hit the back of his throat, walls squeezing around you as he gagged slightly. In his eagerness to please, he failed to properly prepare himself to take you. Your blurry eyes started to flutter closed, and you chuckled to yourself at your lover’s desperate mistake.

He attempted to correct himself while still sucking you off without interruption, making you purr in sadistic glee. He knew better than to stop over his own discomfort. No, he would never put his own comfort of yours, too desperate to keep you happy and moaning.

So, you let him, merely relaxing in your seat while he choked on your dick like a good cock-hungry slut. You let out a sigh and continued to focus on the tight, warm mouth you were fucking.

But your eyes suddenly shot back open when you realized a pair of soft, smooth hands were gently stroking your balls in just the right way that you liked. Your panting increased as he cupped the swollen sacks of flesh, rubbing his thumb pads along them and making them tighten and flex.

But as much as you enjoyed getting your balls fondled, you don’t enjoy how Malleus disobeyed you. Just as he started to use his sharp claws to softly graze along the sensitive flesh, you leaned forward to slap his hands away, sending him a stern glare.

“Hey! What did I say about keeping your filthy hands to yourself?! Mouth and tongue only!”

Malleus startled but obeyed. Keeping his hands off of you and slipping your length out of him so he could bow in apology. You continued to scowl down at him and crossed your arms angrily.

“Use your tail to wrap around your arms and keep them secured behind your back. Disobey me again and I won’t allow you to touch me, at all, for a whole month. Understood, Malleus?”

His eyes widened ever so slightly in worry, but nodded his head in understanding, nonetheless.

“Yes, my love. Please, forgive me…” He said, doing as you ordered and secured his tail around his arms behind his back, preventing him from using them any further.

You huff at his sad apology and roll your eyes. Still a bit tiffed, you promptly grabbed at one of his horns, holding it in a vice grip and forcefully shoved his face into your heavy, round balls. The sudden movement caught him off guard as he was met with the sweet, musky scent of your cum-filled balls.

“Since you seem to be so interested in them, then why don’t you put that mouth of yours to good use and lavish them? I might just be willing to forgive you then, my sweet, slutty king.~”

The fae inhaled your scent, the smell of you making his head spin and mouth water. Your grip didn’t let up so he had no other choice but to do as you requested and started lapping at the full orbs. You hummed in approval as his wet, warm tongue worked their magic.

“That’s it, just cover them in your messy drool. Disobedient dragons should atone for their naughty behavior.~”

Malleus moaned, maw giving open-mouthed kisses to the swollen pair. Your scent was filling his nostrils as he sucked on one of the meaty spheres, your large, leaking member resting atop his head.

“Mmm, you taste so divine my love. So sweet and lovely.~ I can’t… help myself…”

Your husband was moaning against you, lost in the euphoria your aroma brought. The sight alone caused a spike of satisfaction to shoot right to your growing ego… and dick. Causing it to twitch and pulse with the need to cum.

So, as much as you were enjoying watching him make a pathetic fool of himself, you still wanted to move things along already. You were getting impatient and he seemed too balls deep to do so himself.

“Alright, that’s enough of that. I want you back to sucking me off, mouth stuffed with my cock.”

You shoved his head away from you, startling him once more from your rough, abrupt nature.

“Now, open up, Mal~” You cooed.

He barely had parted his lips when you suddenly grabbed both horns firmly in your hands and shoved his head all the way down onto your length, forcing yourself into his mouth and down his throat in one swift motion.

The fae’s eyes widened as he gagged from the sudden intrusion, trying to accommodate for the newfound size taking up all of his space.

“MPH! Mm..!”

“Haah, you take me so nicely Malleus, as always. How does that feel, hm? Finally getting what you wanted you needy, little tart? Do I taste good shoved down your throat? Because you sure as hell feel wonderful around my cock.~”

“Mmmph, mm…”

You could see his eyes water at the corners over the strain in his mouth. While he may be struggling to gather his bearings, you knew all too well how much Malleus was enjoying your whole dick in his mouth again, able to taste and smell you so intensely.

His back even arching slightly, body trembling in some places. He was incredibly aroused right now and no doubt his own pair of dick and balls were just bursting to be set free and touched too.

You chuckle and release one hand to push back his bangs and reveal his patterned scales underneath.

“Oh, does that feel good Malleus? I bet it does. I bet that empty, little head of yours is now being filled with nothing but the thoughts of me and what you’d want to do with me, huh? Such a needy, hungry thing you are.~”

You crooned down at him, affectionately running your fingers over the scales, earning a muffled moan from him. You continued your petting, gently scratching your nails at the spot, making his eyes flutter and roll back in pure euphoric, lovesick bliss.

It truly was a sight to behold.

The very ruler of Briar Valley, a proud and powerful dragon fae, renowned for his skills in magic, on his knees for a mere human. The Malleus Draconia, slobbering on the dick of a much weaker and magicless pheasant, and doing so with such submission and reverence!

The thought alone had you grinning down at him, watching his shameful display of swallowing your whole length down as you used his horns as leverage to thrust into him rhythmically. You listened to the sweet sounds of his muffled moans mixed with the slick noise of his saliva and your precum dripping passed his lips.

You sped up your pace once you felt your approaching orgasm reaching its peak. Having long since lost your patience and just wanting to cum already, you focused solely on getting to your release.

And release you did. With a final shudder and the sudden feeling of your body and balls tightening up, your member finally squirted out all that built up emission. Ribbons of hot, creamy cum shot directly down Malleus’ throat, making him gag and struggle to gulp it all down, some still slipping past his dark lips and drip down his chin.

You slipped your still twitching length out of him, using your slick and his saliva to jerk yourself off in order to get every last remaining drop out of you and into his awaiting mouth.

“Keep your mouth open for me. That’s it, nice and wide. Show me that lovely, long tongue of yours. And make sure to swallow every, last, drop.~”

Obeying, he kept his mouth nice and wide for you, sticking his white-stained tongue out and catching any stray drops you oh so graciously gifted him. And once you were all through, he closed his mouth to swallow it all up, savoring the salty-sweet flavor of your essence.

“Good boy.~ You’re just as good at following orders as you are giving them.”

Malleus crooned under your praise; a deep rumble one could mistake for a purr reverberated from his chest. The dragon’s brain was near mush by this point, thoughts of only you rolling around in there. Your taste was still lingering on his tongue and scent wafting in the air, making his head even heavier with the presence of you. It was all so overwhelming yet not unwelcome.

“Oh Malleus~”

At the sound of your sweet voice calling to him, Malleus broke out of his thoughts to give you his full, undivided attention once more.

Only to be met with the sight of you with your back turned to him, body leaning over the throne, and ass in full view, swaying slowly back and forth as to tease him. A lazy smirk and lidded eyes were present on your face.

“Aren’t you forgetting something? I’m not finished being spoiled yet, my king.~”

In a sudden fit of excitement, the fae quickly stood up, untangling his tail from his arms and rushed to remove his own member from his attire in order to spoil you some more.

You let out an unimpressed ‘tsk’ and stopped him before he could go any further and attempt to stick it in you before being properly prepared first. Malleus was no small fellow, after all.

“Ah ah ah, I wasn’t referring to your member, Malleus. I was referring to that sinful tongue of yours.~”

Emphasizing your point, you placed both hands on either side of your tight hole and spread it open, making it wink at your aghast lover.

Malleus halted his previous ministries, licking his lips in lust-filled hunger. Seems like you were making the dragon work for it and wanted him to almost grovel at your feet. And grovel he will, because the moment the wafting scent of your sweet musk reached his nostrils, he was done for.

Immediately returning to his previous position on his knees, Malleus leaned forward to inhale as much of your scent before diving in. And just like with your previous spoiling, he had no scruples with lavishing your hole with his tongue.

You let out pleased sounds with each lap of his dark tongue along your tight ring. Each one opening up the puckered hole more and sending a buzzing feeling throughout your body. The feeling making you let out a satisfied, shaky sigh.

“Such an eager pleaser, aren’t you, Malleus?~” You mused.

The dragon hummed affectionately, sending vibrations that had you moaning and leaning into his touch. His whorish nature only made you chuckle more as you decided that you had also run out of patience and would now move on to the main course.

You turned around and shoved him away, earning a confused growl from the dragon. You simply stood up and gestured for him to sit on the now unoccupied throne. He did so, still confused but still eager to carry out any orders you have for him.

With a grin and now thoroughly prepared hole, you moved aside his robes to reveal his thick, neglected cock, then smoothly made your way into Malleus’s lap. He instinctually placed both hands onto your sides, claws digging slightly into your supple skin. Your ass was rubbing up against his throbbing member, sending his mind into a frenzy.

You looked up at him with lidded eyes, a knowing, seductive smile on your face. You could feel his tip leaking and dick twitch, just begging to fill you up. You gave him one quick, fleeting kiss under his jaw before you, finally, and ever so slowly, sunk yourself down fully onto his awaiting cock.

The sensation had the fae sighing in relief. A deep rumble sounded from his chest once more and you started to tentatively move your hips.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you, Malleus?”

“Yes, my love! I’ve been waiting ever since you first sat down on my throne and demanded I began pleasuring you. I only want to pleasure you my precious briar rose.~”

You rolled your eyes at that, but still kept that same smile.

“Just be a good boy for me now. Behave. No moving or thrusting back. Just sit here while I bounce on this slutty cock of yours. Or else I’ll leave you dry and needy without a second thought.” You playfully threaten, wrapping your arms around his neck as support while you bounced in his lap.

Your lover heard you loud and clear and nodded his head in understanding. He rested his face in the crook of your neck as you bounced vicariously on his dick. He’ll be good for you, he promises.

“Mm, I know you will. Such a greedy dragon, after all. Wanting nothing but my cock, my hole, my attention.”

He crooned at your words, letting out a huff that sent a small, dark cloud puffing from his nostrils. You gently pat his head, keeping a slow, steady rhythm as he desperately restrained himself, shoving himself further against your neck to breath in as much of your scent as possible.

Your fingers slid into his silky locks once more, this time, more tenderly. You lovingly played with his hair as he grew closer and closer to his ineffable climax, soaking up as much of you as he possibly could. And yet, you still took it slow, ceasing your movements whenever you felt he was about ready to burst, and then continuing when he had calmed down. You repeated this cycle until you were ready to allow him to cum.

After all, you planned to savor this moment and milk it, and him, for all its worth.

[zzzssleeping]

The Other Swan

Emmett C. x male reader

Bella Swan's unexpected older brother visits and discovers he's soulmates with a vampire.

Fluff, attempted humor, ooc Bella, part two

Forks was an interesting place, just not one (Y/n) had ever expected to visit, let alone stay in. The town was gloomy, the sky overcast with thick clouds threatening rain. Not that he minded. He enjoyed the rain, something about it felt peaceful, but he would’ve preferred somewhere livelier, with more sun. More like a city than a town. Still, he couldn't complain too much. Being here meant spending time with Bella, and really, who else was going to annoy her? It must’ve been boring without him. Judging by their phone calls, she had found a new distraction, some guy named Eddie? Or was it Edward? Honestly, (Y/n) hadn’t been paying attention.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, the boy strolled through the hallways of Forks High, catching curious glances from students who clearly weren’t used to seeing a new face. Unlike Bella, who preferred to keep to herself, he naturally attracted attention wherever he went. Flashing an easygoing grin, he waved at a few people before spotting his sister, well, the back of her head, sitting at a lunch table. Surprisingly, she wasn’t alone. So, she actually has friends here.

A mischievous smirk crossed his face. Time for a proper sibling reunion.

Light on his feet, he crept up behind her, ignoring the confused glances from the people nearby. A darked haired girl with curls at the table opened her mouth, about to say something, probably to warn Bella, except, it was too late when (Y/n) jabbed his fingers into her sides, earning an immediate yelp, nearly jumping out of her seat. His familiar laughter rang through the cafeteria, turning more heads than necessary.

Bella spun around, her face already flushed with embarrassment. "Oh my God, are you serious?"

He grinned wider. "Nice seeing you, little sis."

The cafeteria buzzed with quiet murmurs, but he barely noticed. He was too busy enjoying Bella’s glare and the reactions of her friends, some looked relieved that he wasn't a random guy, others amused.

Forks might not have been his kind of town, but messing with Bella? That never got old.

"Wait, sis?" A girl with glasses muttered, glancing between the two siblings as if trying to spot the resemblance. "Yeah," Bella confirmed with a nod, scooting over to make room for him. Except, she didn’t look particularly thrilled, she was happy to see him, yet, it was also complicated. Having (Y/n) around meant constant teasing, something she’d endured since childhood, and way more than she would’ve liked. "The better Swan, actually," he added with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows. Jessica giggled, while his sister shot him a deadpan look before stepping down hard on his foot.

"Ow!" He yelped, jerking away with an exaggerated huff. Scooting a safe distance from her, he gave an overly dramatic glare. "After all this time, this is how you treat me?"

"We barely seen each other in weeks."

"Exactly, it’s been too long!"

She rolled her eyes, practically used to his antics. The two of them were complete opposites, from their music tastes to their favorite movies, yet somehow, their differences made them closer. Still, like any siblings, they took every opportunity to poke fun at each other. It couldn’t be helped.

"So," (Y/n) spoke up, glancing around the table, "who’s this Eddie guy I keep hearing about?" A few of Bella’s friends chuckled, while she shot him a knowing look. "His name is Edward," she corrected immediately, bracing herself for whatever nonsense he was about to say next. Reading his mind, he blurred out, "Edward? Seriously?" Just from the name alone, the guy sounded ancient. "What year is he from, the 1950s?" He wasn’t judging people named Edward or anything, it just wasn’t what he expected.

The girl sighs, instantly regretting her choices on letting him sit with them.

"Can you not like-judge him for one second? You haven't even met him," she complained, exasperation clear in her voice. She wished, for once, he would take something seriously. (Y/n) raised his hands in a mock of surrender, eyebrows lifting. "Woah...easy there. I'm just giving my opinion. As an older brother, it's my duty to make sure he's not going to, I don't know...suck your blood or something." She let out a nervous chuckle, having her hand change into a fist. If only he knew. Thankfully, he can be incredibly oblivious at times, one of the few things working in her favor right now.

"Funny," she said, forcing a smile, "but no. I can handle myself. Just give him a chance, okay?" She grabbed his arm, tugging him lightly back and forth, hoping to wear him down. As much as she hated him to admit it, Bella did look up to him sometimes. And this? This was important. Edward was her forever, and (Y/n) was one of the most important people in her life. If they didn't get along...well, she really didn't want to think about that right now.

"If it helps, he's really cute," Jessica chimed in mid-conversation, making heads turn her way while Angela couldn't help but nod with agreement.

"What?" She defended at the stares. "It's true."

Groaning, running a hand through his hair as he weighted his options, he never imagined his sister having a boyfriend before him, the better looking sibling. Finally, with a dramatic sigh, he shrugged, trying to stay calm. "Okay, fine-but if he tries anything funny, I'll kick him where the sun don't shine."

As the days passed, the inevitable moment finally arrived. And, of course, (Y/n) spent the entire car ride complaining about everything. "Why do I have to meet his whole family? Am I the one dating him?" He grumbled, arms crossed. In the drive seat was Bella who pressed her lips together, gripping the wheel a little tighter, annoyance growing in her veins. "(Y/n)-"

"I should’ve just stayed home."

She inhaled sharply, willing herself to stay calm. Just a little longer. Thankfully, they pulled up to the Cullens’ house before she completely lost her patience and threw him out onto the street. Not that she would, Edward was already waiting for them, and she wasn’t about to test her boyfriend’s vampire speed over a sibling squabble. As soon as he stepped out of the truck and shut the door, his eyes widened at the mansion before him.

"Okay…this is a house?" He blinked, eyes wide, taking in the modern glass walls and pristine architecture.

"This looks like a place I’d get kicked out of just for breathing too loud." He could tell she rolled her eyes while he muttered to himself. "Since they look rich…does Edward have a brother?" She groaned, already feeling secondhand embarrassment. Not because of his loud mouth, she was used to his ongoing rambling, but because she knew the Cullens could hear everything since the moment they got here. Thankfully, she’d warned Edward about (Y/n)’s blunt honesty and zero filter, especially around people he meets.

"Can you not embarrass me?" She pleaded.

(Y/n) merely shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "No promises."

Bella stood there nervously until the door opened before she could even knock, no doubt thanks to the vampires heightened hearing. A pale skinned woman with long, dark brown stood in the entryway, immediately offering a warm smile.

"Hello, I'm glad to see you made it safely Bella. Please, come in."

(Y/n) hesitated for a second, caught off guard. He hadn’t expected such immediate warmth, especially not from someone this stunning. Esme was...well, intimidatingly beautiful. He nodded stiffly, suddenly aware of how out of place he felt in such a pristine home. Standing beside her was an equally attractive man, and (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a little weirded out waving at them. So far, the Cullens were all too good-looking, like they belonged in a high-end fashion ad rather than a small-town house. They almost didn’t seem real.

"This is my husband, Carlisle," Esme introduced, gesturing toward him. "And I’m Esme." With that, she turned gracefully toward the kitchen, the click of her heels echoing in the quiet space. "I hope you like spaghetti and meatballs, this won't take long." As soon as her back was turned, the other boy leaned toward Bella, mouthing silently: They're gorgeous.

The effort to shut him up was strong and before she could respond, Edward approached, his dark gaze drifting toward the other Swan sibling, raising his hand for a polite handshake.

"Hello, you must be (Y/n). Your sister has mentioned some…nice things about you." (Y/n) narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly suspicious, he did admit that Edward was similar to his parents. He finally took his hand, shaking it lightly. "Did she tell you to say that, or did she secretly complain about me? Blink twice if you’re being held captive." Bella wanted to slap him across the face as Edward’s lips twitched, almost imperceptibly, at the sight of seeing his lover so irritated in someone's presence, he did enjoy their unusual conversations on call.

Wanting to push further until the sound of light footsteps caught his attention. He turned his head just in time to see a petite girl, around their age with good fashion style, practically skipping toward them while dragging along a tall, tense-looking blonde. Alice beamed. "I’ve been dying to meet you! So, you’re the troublemaker."

He barely had time to react before she grabbed his hands, giggling. The sudden touch caught him off guard, but he brushed it off, flashing a proud grin. "The one and only." Over her shoulder, he caught sight of her companion, Jasper, if he remembered correctly. The guy stood a few feet away, looking tense, like he was trying really hard not to be there. Staring, not blinking. (Y/n) frowned slightly. "Uh…is your boyfriend okay?" He asked Alice, lowering his voice. "No offense, but he kinda looks like he’s in pain."

Esme let out a small laugh from the kitchen, clearly entertained rather than offensive. Alice, however, just grinned. Before she could answer, someone else cut in.

"Nah, it’s fine. He’s always like that."

The voice was deep, laced with amusement, and it sent an unexpected shiver down the (h/c) spine. He turned, and immediately froze. Golden eyes met his, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, he felt his mind go blank. His chest tightened, his heart fluttering in a way he definitely wasn’t prepared for. For the first time in his life, the always obnoxious Swan was completely, utterly speechless.

Holy shit.

[ahhnini]

experiencing college with your dear boyfriend, zach maclaren <3

warnings - fluff, college mean girls, mdni 18+, sub!zach, oral (f!receiving), fingering, nsfw under the cut!

for my girl @nemesyaaa !! <3 (we need a zach maclaren in our lives 🤭)

you and zach were the it couple of your college campus. whenever the two of you walked around together, everyone’s heads turned, eyes filled with envy.

you sat on the bleachers of the soccer field, watching zach do his drills. every so often, he’d steal a glance, winking your way. you’d wave to him, giggling. a couple feet away from you, you overheard a conversation two girls were having. “I don’t get why he’s with her.” “yeah, she’s not even his type.” “I know, right? he probably asked her out as a dare,” you hear their snickers. trying to hide your frown, you stand up, running down the bleachers.

“hey, baby, where’d you go earlier?” zach asks, hair still wet from his shower. you were laying down on your dorm bed, doing an assignment. you sigh, “I had an assignment I had to finish up, I’m sorry,” you scoot over, letting zach lay down with you, his tall frame about to fall off the bed. he shakes his head, beautiful blue eyes meeting yours, “mm…that’s a lie. if you had one you would’ve done it on the bleachers,” he leans his head on your shoulder, “tell me the real reason why,” taking a deep breath, you confess, “fine, these two girls were making fun of me,” your lips form a pout, “said you weren’t into me,” he scoffs before responding, “oh, those girls? yeah i’m familiar with them. they’re known soccer groupies. currently trying to get with every guy on the team, turns out im their next victim,” he chuckles, burying his face in your neck, “don’t worry ‘bout them.”

the next morning, you and zach were eating at the dining hall, “do you want my eggs?” you ask, offering your plate to him, “yeah, sure, always could use some protein,” you stare at him as he just leaves his mouth open. giggling, you take your fork and feed him your scrambled eggs, zach savoring each bite. “how’s your back?” you ask, sipping on your orange juice. last night, zach spent the night at your dorm, and you two had to share the twin xl bed. during the middle of the night, you woke up from hearing a thud, realizing that zach had fallen down. you heard him groaning before he got up, laying down with you again, spooning you. “could be better,” he shrugs, holding his lower back.

“doing so good for me, zach” you whine, pulling his head into your core. he hums, the vibrations making you mewl. he looks up at you, eyes glossed over and filled with lust. you see him lick his lips, before slowly circling his tongue around your clit, occasionally kissing it. you feel him run a finger along your slit, slowly inserting it into your weeping hole. he curls it up, hitting your favorite spot just right, causing you to arch your back. you grab his free hand and squeeze it, coming undone before him.

[luvyurself]

family matter

a/n : inspired by this post from @cabbagethegoldfish because I just found it silly and cute ‼️

c/w : she/her pronouns used, poly(?), you are dating all the brothers cause I love them all teehee, ‼️ NO INCE$T ‼️ reader is said to have four brothers and a little sister, kind of projecting lolol, just fluff and silliness

the table was just as lively as ever, filled with random chatter and bickering of everyone’s day and what not.

she listened as mammon talked on and on to asmo across the table while subconsciously fiddling with beel’s fingers as he sat next to her.

the sixth born didn’t mind, he had no trouble stuffing his face with using only one hand. he would flex his fingers under hers from time to time.

she was also right next to lucifer, by his order (and not because he loved to have her physically next to him), as he also listened to what his brothers were talking about.

she stuck some food into her mouth, tuning in to what was being discussed.

“you know what can liven this place up-“ mammon began, sticking his fork into his food and pointing with it, “a pet.”

lucifer rose a hand up, “no. you can barely take care of yourself, mammon.” he ignored his younger brother sputtering at the insult, “and besides, we have cerbeus.”

“that thing is barley a pet!” asmo spoke, gripping his arms tightly, “we can’t even go down there without the risk of getting eaten alive!”

the oldest held back an eye roll, “and may I remind you of levi’s old pet?” levi flinched at the call back, looking up from his phone, “he-hey! don’t bring henry 1.0 into this!”

satan snorted a bit, a grin stretched on his lips. “don’t think I forgot about your hoarding problem, satan.”

green eyes snapped towards the end of the table, his grin gone as he scoffed, “I do not have a hoarding problem, lucifer.”

“I’ve woken up with more cat hair in my mouth in your room than anywhere.” belphie mumbled, eyes closed as he leaned on his palm.

satan rolled his eyes, grumbling something to himself as he stabbed his fork into his food.

she listened on for a little while more, before she cleared her throat. “my brothers actually had like….how much was it-four or five lizards.”

she pulled her hand away and began counting on her fingers, “actually we had a dog, four lizards, a tortoise, a bearded dragon, and oh- another dog.”

a hum escaped her lips, “I wonder how they’re doing.” she mumbled to herself, putting her hand down as she began to eat again.

it was only after a minute that the table grew quiet, her gaze moving upwards to find them all staring at her. she covered her mouth with one hand, a bit of food in her mouth as she swallowed, “….what?”

beel scooted a bit closer to her, “what did you say right now?” he spoke, stuffing his mouth with food afterwards.

“about the pets, oh, that I had like-“

“no no no, sweetheart-“ asmo grinned, cupping his hands together as he leaned onto the table, a grin on his face, “you said something about…brothers?”

her brows furrowed, nodding her head, “oh, yeah, I have brothers, a little sister too.” the avatar of lust gasped, a little squeal escaping his lips.

lucifer rose a brow, “you never mentioned anything about siblings.” she gave a awkward smile and a small shrug, “ah, well….it never got brought up.”

mammon leaned back into his chair, “really? you could had atleast told me, I mean, we’ve basically told each other everything!” he bit his lip in thought after a moment, “I mean, not everything, but you know-!”

satan propped his hand on his chin, “you mentioned brothers…how much do you have?” he asked, his tone a bit curious.

she tapped her finger on the table, feeling her smile grow a little wider, “four.”

levi sputtered a bit, finally giving his full attention, “fuh-four?! you had to deal with four brothers?!”

belphie grumbled a bit at the loud noise, though he seemed more awake than usual, “no wonder she can put up with us so easily.”

beel laughed a bit at that, turning to face his twin, “yeah, she has experience with brother stupidity.” he looked back at her again, “and you have a little sister?”

she nodded, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers, “ye-yeah,” she cleared her throat, “I have five siblings, I’m the second oldest.”

mammon grinned at that, “I didn’t know you were a second born too! no wonder we are so good together.” he pressed a hand to his chest, “second oldest are obviously the best ones.”

his younger brothers all groaned at that, lucifer shifting to pick up his wine glass as a tiny grin spread across his lips, “so, you come from a big family, hm?”

and with that, a whole flurry of questions were unloaded on her. all coming from different sides of her.

“how did you deal with so much brothers?”

“do any of them like anime?”

“family dinners must be fulfilling to feed that much.”

“imagine taking trips with that much siblings! did you all fit in a car?”

she shrunk a bit in her chair, feeling her ears grow warmer as she tried her best to answer the questions.

lucifer watched with a grin all the while, seeing how much his brothers seemed so invested in her families life.

“you know,” he started off, making the table go silent as he took another sip of wine, “it’s only cordial to….meet your parents as well.”

she let out a awkward laugh, “ah-ah? meet-meet my parents?” she stuttered, not knowing if he was actually joking or not.

he nodded, “of course, it’s only natural if we meet our girlfriends parents and family, is it not?” his grin grew a bit more, his tone ever the more serious as it always is.

asmo clapped a that, squealing, “ohh, we just have to go!” he cupped his cheek as he dreamily sighed, “a trip to the human world to meet your family, and to think what they can show us about you,”

he began to list off the things out loud, “childhood stories, family history, baby pictures-“ he then cut himself off with a gasp, slamming his hands on the table as he let out a squeal once more, “baby pictures! oh I bet you were adorable!”

she blinked, “wha-what are you-“

“hey, parents love showing their kids partners baby photos.” mammon pointed out, getting excited too, “I bet if we asked, they would show us her whole photo album!”

levi giggled a bit, hiding his face with his hands as his voice came through, “ahhh! cute-cuteness overload!”

beel spoke with his mouth full, “we should start packing.” his voice was muffled a bit, but his brothers knew what he said.

before she could stop anyone, satan stood up, sly grin on his face, “I’m already on it.” he then turned and began walking out, the others following.

“no-no wait, guys-!”

“I’m keeping a picture for when we get back!” levi began, making asmo whine, “no fair! I want one too!”

mammon ran after them, “I call standing next to her when lucifer makes the portal!”

“we already called it.” beel spoke, walking passed him with belphie next to him, “snooze you lose, mammon,” the youngest spoke, yawing a bit as mammon groaned, “hey! I’m older, so I have more authority!”

soon enough, it was just her and lucifer at the table. she shot a look at him, who still had that stupid handsome grin on his face, “why didn’t you say anything?”

he hummed, grabbing a napkin and wiping his mouth with it, “who am I to crush their spirits?” he spoke, standing up from his chair and walking behind her.

“where are you going?” she asked, following him with her eyes as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

“well, what else? going to inform diavolo of our….upcoming trip.” he rubbed the spot for a bit, before moving the hand to her hair and brushing through it and walking away, “better begin packing.”

she watched as he walked away, hearing his footsteps echo until it was finally quiet. she groaned and rested her head on the table, letting out a long sigh.

she should have just kept her mouth shut.

[galexystern]

easy - 18+

pairing; actor!steve harrington/fem!reader

warnings; smut (MDNI), angst, tooth-rotting & v cheesy fluff, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), squirting, unprotected p in v, creampie, jealousy, kinda hurt/comfort, one use of y/n near the end

word count; ~4.3k

desc; while on a press tour for his latest movie, steve says something that sends you into a spiral. something that forces him prove his undying love for you when he gets home.

a/n; based off that interview of tom blyth and rachel zegler on the tbosas press tour. you know the one

read on ao3 / masterlist

You come upon it without trying. Dating an actor can be hard, watching them experience whole lifetimes and romances in a tight two-hour movie or eight-episode show, and your boyfriend Steve Harrington feels things deeper than others, you know. Thus why you never search the press Steve does for any project—you don’t need to hear it.

Of course, if something pops up on your feed, you’ll watch it. It’s impossible to swipe away from his lovely face; you’ve missed him so much as he’s worked on his latest movie, and any whiff of him is captivating. Which is how you see one specific interview he did with his co-star, Nancy Wheeler, the female love interest.

“Who wouldn’t love her? It’s so easy to fall in love with Nancy.”

As soon as you hear it, the words embed themselves. They echo within you all the time. You try to forget them, distract yourself, but it’s useless. You’d hoped they’d go away when Steve comes home, but they’re still there, bouncing around your brain like the world’s most annoying song. When he’s hugging you so tight you can barely breathe. When he’s smiling uncontrollably at being home. When he’s talking nonstop about his adventures on set.

“It’s so easy to fall in love with Nancy.”

“It’s so easy to fall in love with Nancy.”

“It’s so easy to fall in love with Nancy.”

You shake your head to get rid of the phrase, and take Steve into the dining room, where the table is ready with all his favorite foods. You’d prepared them in another attempt to quiet your mind, not that it had worked, but it makes him smile so it was worth it anyway. You sit him down and then slide into your seat across from him, watching as he dishes out onto his plate and digs in. You don’t touch it. You’re not hungry.

“And then, believe it or not, I slip on the goddamn banana peel. Can you believe that?” He laughs at his own bad luck. “They used that take for the final cut. Can’t wait for you to see it.” He’s been talking about taking you to the premiere since the date was set. The idea of being in front of reporters and cameras and the movie’s other stars is kind of nauseating.

That’s when you hear yourself blurting out, “Are you in love with Nancy?”

As soon as the words have left your lips you want to suck them back in. Your boyfriend’s eyes have widened astronomically and his hand is frozen, fork stuck halfway between the plate and his open mouth. Convenient, you think helplessly.

“Never mind,” you rush out before he can say anything, “forget it. I’m sorry.”

Steve blinks a couple times, seeming to come back into his body, and then carefully lays his fork down, bite of food unconsumed. He laughs awkwardly, and you cringe. Your fault for ruining the mood. “Can’t really forget that, can I?” He half-jokes before wiping his face with a napkin and then putting it on the table. His chair scoots back as he stands, and for a moment you’re terrified he’s going to walk out, insulted beyond belief that you would ask something so wild, but he just rounds the table to your side and sits in the seat next to you. He angles his body towards you, and maneuvers your chair to face him. You sit there like dead weight.

“Now, my love,” he starts gently, “what was your question?”

You don’t really want to repeat it, but you’ve never been able to deny him anything. “I asked if you were in love with Nancy,” you answer, almost inaudible.

He nods thoughtfully. “And why would you think that?”

He’s not being accusatory, but you still clam up, afraid of what could come next. You shrug instead.

“Angel, I’m not going to be mad at you. I promise.”

You meet his gaze, seeing love and sincerity shining brightly, and finally explain quietly, “I saw that interview you two had. Where you said that it was easy to fall in love with her.”

Steve exhales heavily. “I was afraid that might be it.” Your expression sharpens and he rushes to add, “I’m not in love with her. I was just worried this exact thing could happen after I said it.”

“Why’d you say it then?” You ask petulantly.

He runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. I was thinking more in terms of my character instead of myself, truthfully. And I meant more in terms of her character too. Ryan would—and did—find it easy to fall in love with Sarah,” using their character names.

“But you said Nancy’s name.”

“I know,” he sighs. “I’m so sorry. You don’t usually look at my press so I wasn’t sure if you’d seen it, and I didn’t wanna bring it up and worry you. I know it sounds like an excuse, sweetheart, but I meant what I said. I’m not in love with Nancy.”

“Okay,” you reply, not fully convinced.

Steve can tell. “Baby, look at me, please?” You lift your head to meet his pleading stare. “I’m not in love with Nancy,” he says firmly, drilling it into you. “I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for a long time, and I’m going to stay in love with you for a long time. Forever, if you’ll let me.”

Again, words fly out before you can stop them. “Please don’t tell me that’s a proposal.”

He’s caught by an unexpected laugh. “No, honey. When I propose to you, you’ll know it.” A thrill runs through you with the use of “when” and your lip quirks up. But it’s quick to pop back down, and Steve notices. He pats his thighs. “Come here, angel.”

It takes a few seconds, but you eventually drag yourself from your chair and into his lap, letting your legs dangle and wrapping your arms around his neck. He secures his own around your waist, not letting you fall or slide backwards. You’re close enough that he can nuzzle his nose against yours, and you huff a giggle at the movement. His lips curl into a smile on your cheek.

He moves so that your foreheads are resting together and he can gaze deep into your eyes. You can’t look away. “I love you, baby. Only you. And you can always come to me if you’re upset or unsure or whatever. Okay?” You nod hesitantly. “Do you need me to prove it? That you’re the one for me?” You go breathless when his hands dip down to your ass and press you more firmly against him, feeling his hardness and making your underwear go wet in response. You nod more quickly this time and he smirks.

“C’mere then,” he whispers and you waste no time meeting his lips with yours. He kisses you, slow and languorous, taking his sweet time swiping his tongue across the seam of your mouth and exploring inside when you eagerly open for him. It’s like a dance, how it weaves with yours. This isn’t a time for domination.

You slide your hands into his hair and tug at the strands, swallowing his resulting moan. He seems to know innately when you need air and pulls away, only to come back and run his mouth along your jaw sweetly.

“Such pretty noises,” he murmurs, referring to the little whimpers you let out when he nips lightly at your skin. “Music to my ears, baby.”

If that’s the case, then you can only think he has to be delighted at your whiny moan when he sucks a mark into the pulse point on your neck. Sure enough, he thrusts into you at the sound, hitting your clit perfectly and soaking you further. You want to keep the friction going so you continue the grinding, Steve’s hands fully clutching your hips now to help you along.

Unexpectedly, he stands, bringing you with him. You squeal and wrap your legs around his waist desperately, not really believing he would drop you but feeling a tad scared anyways. He chuckles as he walks the both of you out of the dining room and up the stairs, nudging the bedroom door open with your hips. It’s dark, but the moon is shining in through the open window, creating a soft glow that compliments your boyfriend’s skin and shadows that outline his firm jaw. He sets you down slowly, letting your feet drag down until they softly land on the floor, and once you’re standing securely, he slides his hands up your body until they’re cupping your cheeks.

“My beautiful girl,” he whispers, and you heat at the praise. He must be able to feel it, burning underneath your skin, but he doesn’t point it out.

He dips in and kisses you again, hands going to the hem of your shirt and pulling it up, up, up, over your head, interrupting the kiss for just a moment and then he’s back on you. His fingers explore the newly revealed skin, caressing it reverently, like you’re made of the most precious substance and might break if he presses too hard. Shivers fizzle wherever his touch goes—across your stomach, over your hips, up your back. He finds your bra strap and unhooks it, moving back a touch so he can pull it off along with his own shirt. He comes back immediately, and you gasp into his mouth as your breasts make contact with his chest hair, the wiry feeling of it rubbing against your nipples deliciously.

You break from his intoxicating mouth to whine his name. “Sh,” he soothes, “let me worship you. My angel from heaven.”

Your heart practically melts at the words and all thoughts of pouting disappear. You let Steve push you backwards and sit you on the edge of the bed. He stands above you, two fingers under your chin to angle your head up towards his. It’s almost impossible to look directly at him, the level of love and adoration in his expression blinding in its intensity.

“Love of my life. Can I taste you?” You nod dazedly at his question, unable to do anything else, unwilling to do anything else. “Lay back for me.”

Following orders, you do so, and he slips off your pants. His fingers stroke down your legs as they go, tugging off your socks as well. He kneels and you prop up on your elbows just in time to watch him bury his face between your legs, smelling you through your underwear. They’re already soaked, but he doesn’t seem to mind: he laps at the wet spot and moans. “Missed this so much, baby. Your taste, your smell. Couldn’t stop thinking about doing this the whole time I was gone.”

His fingers hook into the waistband and drag it down, infuriatingly slow, and you’re thinking of whining again when he licks a line up your slit. The intended whine comes out as a moan instead, spurring Steve on to press into you even deeper. You lose yourself in his ministrations, as he swirls his tongue across your folds and up to your clit. When he sucks it into his mouth, you collapse backwards, unable to hold yourself up any longer during this beautiful torture.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says, hand drawing in and rubbing a finger against your entrance. “Let yourself feel it. Feel how much I missed you. How much I love you.”

Your eyes roll back when that finger breaches you, pushing inside and crooking upwards to catch that spot he always knows how to find. “Oh,” you breathe, “finally.”

His lips quirk up and you can tell he must be smirking. “Finally, huh?” You shake your head; he’d misunderstood. “What then, honey?”

“Couldn’t do it right myself,” you pant. “You do it—” your breath hitches as he brushes that spot again, “better.”

“Is that right?” As much as it irritates you, his smug tone is deserved.

“Yes…oh!” You exclaim. He’s inserted another finger, and now both are thrusting inside you, picking up their pace. Little noises fall from you as his tongue flicks your clit in time with his fingers, going deeper with each hit.

“Is my pretty baby going to cum for me?” Steve asks. It’s rhetorical—he can feel you clenching around him, can tell you’re right there on the edge. He knows your body like the back of his hand; he took his time memorizing everything that makes you tick and that knowledge is always tucked away for safekeeping in his head. He’s not in danger of forgetting any of it. So he knows you’re on the precipice. A few more seconds should do it. “Come on,” he urges. “Cum for me, my love. I’ve got you.”

As he suckles your clit, you explode, climax rushing through you like a drug and you float upon it. Your boyfriend works you through it, continuing to curl his fingers inside you to keep you going even higher. All until you’re whimpering from overstimulation—then you think he’s going to remove them. Instead, they increase in speed. You yelp as his mouth dives in again, tongue moving quickly.

“Steve!” You half-shout, eyes squeezing shut as the brilliant torment goes on.

“I know you’ve got another for me, princess,” he says in between licks. “Been wanting to make you squirt again. Got off to the memory of the last time you did every night I was away from you.”

“I can’t,” you cry. You grab his wrist but don’t move it, feeling the orgasm he wants hurtling towards you.

“You can, baby, I know it,” he coaxes. “Gimme another. Just one more and then you get my cock, okay?”

You throw your head back as liquid gushes from you, all over Steve’s face. “Oh, fuck!”

“That’s my girl.” He moves his hand away and sticks his tongue in, gathering up all your climax and swallowing it down, moaning at the taste he’d missed so much. When you’re squeaky clean, he stands above you, and you watch with hazy vision as he sucks his fingers into his mouth and groans in pleasure. “Always taste so good, princess.” You’re so fucked out already that you can’t even feel embarrassed. He wouldn’t want you to anyways.

You weakly lift your hands towards him and make grabby motions. He smiles and does as asked, leaning to hover over you and give you sweet kisses. You wrap your arms around his waist and tug him down, and he collapses on top of you in a huff. You hum contentedly and snuggle into him, making him chuckle fondly and lay on you like a weighted blanket.

“Missed you,” you mumble into his neck, “so much.”

“I missed you too. I’m sorry I said that stupid thing and got you all worried.”

“‘S okay. I know what you meant once you explained. You’ve always been almost a method actor.”

“Maybe, but full method acting is freaky and I’m good without.”

You giggle. “Me too.”

He shifts and you feel his cock on your leg, still hard and without relief. You subtly lift your thigh to rub it and he moans, dropping his head to your shoulder and biting lightly. “Aren’t I supposed to get that now?” You tease. “I gave you what you wanted.”

“And now you want in return?” His tone barely contains the smirk he’s definitely sporting. He lifts himself up to look at you and groans a little at your pleading pout.

“I’ll even wet it for you,” you add while batting your eyelashes. Truthfully, your mouth has been watering ever since he’d first mentioned it.

He kisses you deeply. “An enticing offer that I will take you up on next time, baby. I think I might die if I’m not inside you immediately.” You giggle again as he stands and shucks off his pants and boxers, the sound hitching when his large, red, throbbing cock slaps against his abdomen. He smirks at you unknowingly licking your lips when you spot the precum beading at the head. “Like what you see, angel?”

You nod, eyes still locked on his cock. “Gimme, please,” you whine.

“Anything for you, my love.” He climbs over you again and lines up. Your hips cant forward to urge him on, but his hands clamp down and pin them to the bed. “Gonna savor this,” he murmurs, rubbing his cock through your folds. Electricity bolts through you when it grazes your clit, teasing. His eyes are magnetized to where you’re about to be joined, awed at how beautiful you are for him.

Eventually, his cock notches into your entrance and you gasp lightly. That turns into a drawn-out moan as he takes his time sliding inside, one he matches as soon as he bottoms out. He’s so deep you think you can feel him in your stomach.

Then he’s gone, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in, slow but hard, and your back arches. “So responsive,” he coos, and does it again and again, until he’s moving at a steady pace and driving you crazy. Taking advantage of the leisurely tempo, he ducks his head down and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, making you grip the bed sheets with tight fists. He swirls his tongue around, biting gently every now and then to make you jolt against him.

Going so slow grows maddening. “Faster, please, baby. Need more of you.”

“Your wish is my command,” he vows. Soon, he’s moving so hard and fast that the sound of skin slapping fills the room, oddly erotic. You look at him with half-lidded eyes, unable to do anything but take it, be Steve’s little plaything. It feels so good you can barely stand it.

You’re admiring how your boyfriend looks in the soft moonlight, making his eyes shine in an otherworldly way, when he says reverently, “You’re so beautiful like this, sweetheart. Lookin’ like an angel sent just for me. Because you’re all mine, right?”

“Yes, Stevie, all yours,” you moan.

He growls at that, putting his hands on your thighs and pressing them to your chest, allowing him to go even deeper. You keen at the new angle, sound cutting off as he kisses you desperately, and you throw your arms around his neck. He pulls back, much too quickly in your opinion, but you forgive him because he does so to say, “And I’m all yours, baby. You’re the only one for me. Only you make me feel this good. You’re all I think about, all I wanna think about. There’ll never be anyone else, princess. I love you and only you.”

His words push you closer and closer to your release, even more intense than the first two. He knows, urging you on by snaking a hand between your bodies and rubbing quick circles on your clit. “That’s it, soak my cock. Wanna feel you again, honey.”

“Love you, love you, love you,” you say over and over as your orgasm comes upon you. You scream Steve’s name when you finally cum, climax like a cascade, nails dragging down his back like they just might draw blood.

“Yes, angel, I love you too, missed you so much, oh my god, you’re so tight, love you, love you.” He’s babbling, finally cumming too, spilling hot and heavy. When he pulls out, your combined liquid pools out of you, and he groans one last time at the sight. He scoops some up with a finger to taste, eyes closing in delight. He opens them to look at you mischievously. “Wanna try?”

It should sound gross but it’s not. You nod and he repeats his motion. You suck his finger, pleasantly surprised by the enjoyable flavor. But it’s the essence of you and Steve–why wouldn’t it be good?

You must’ve fallen asleep after that, because the next thing you know Steve is wiping you with a warm washcloth, being as gentle as possible. You hum as he pulls the covers over you, but whine when you hear him step away. “It’s okay, angel,” he says softly, “I’ll just be a minute.” You listen to the dresser drawer opening and closing, and then Steve padding out of the room. You doze until you hear him come back and close the door. At long last, he slides into bed and gathers you in his arms. You curl around him like moss on an old building, and he buries his face in your hair.

“Thank you,” you whisper, half-asleep.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby,” Steve replies. “It’s my job to show you how much you mean to me. I love you so much, you know that? It’s the easiest thing to do, loving you.”

“Mm, I love you too.”

“I’m yours for good, angel. And you’re the only one for me. Promise.”

;

“It’s gonna be bright out there, angel, but just keep holding onto me, okay? I’ll get you there in one piece. All you have to do is show off that pretty smile. Sound good?” You nod at your boyfriend, smiling shyly. Steve grins. “There she is. Now, kiss for good luck?” You give him a kiss and then he’s out of the limo. Less than a minute later, he’s ducking back in the open door and holding out a hand for you. You take a deep breath, grab it, and slide out into the flashing lights.

A wall of sound hits you, and you try not to cringe against Steve. So many voices layer over each other, you don’t know what anyone is saying. But you just remember what Steve said and think of him on the night he came home and a smile forms on your face at the memory.

Steve helps you walk carefully down the red carpet, stopping you here and there to pose for the cameras. He wraps an arm around your waist to keep you stable and so you can focus on looking natural. “Doing so good, baby,” he murmurs in your ear at one point, kissing your temple. You close your eyes when he does, hoping one of the photographers got a shot of it. You think you’d like to frame that.

Eventually you reach the end of the carpet, and Steve’s agent ushers you two into the building. It’s a whirlwind in here too, but more manageable, loud but controlled. Your boyfriend turns to you. “You okay?”

You sigh happily at the love and concern in his eyes. “I’m good,” you promise, and he smiles.

Someone shouts his name, and you both turn. None other than Nancy Wheeler is rushing towards you, a tall and lanky man being dragged behind. Steve automatically steps closer and holds your waist again, nodding back at his costar but only thinking about how you might feel. Your heart warms at his attention, and you meet Nancy with a genuine smile.

She stops and grabs your hands. “Oh my gosh, you must be Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you, Steve mentioned you every chance he got. I’m so excited to meet you!”

“I’m excited to meet you too,” you reply.

“This is Jonathan, my boyfriend.” She motions to the boy beside her, who smiles awkwardly and holds out a hand. You shake it, as does Steve.

“Heard a lot about you too, man,” he says to Jonathan, making you feel even better.

“Are you excited for the movie?” Nancy asks, just to you. She’s barely even looked at Steve.

You nod. “Steve says it’s one of his favorites that he’s made.”

“Mine too! It’s such a sweet story. It’ll have you bawling by the end. I hope you brought tissues.”

You peer up at Steve, who had not told you that you were in for a crying fest. He laughs. “Don’t worry, angel. I got some.” He pats his jacket pocket.

Nancy’s eyes are glittering when you look back at her. “We gotta find our seats, but let’s talk at the after party. I have to put a face to all the stories Steve’s told!”

You agree and watch as she and Jonathan walk away into the crowd. You turn to Steve and he draws you close. “Are you sure you don’t wanna just go home and skip this whole thing?” He whines quietly.

You smirk. He’s been asking a variation of the same question ever since you stepped out of the bathroom in this dress—which accentuates your chest and ass “magnificently,” as Steve put it. He’d even tried starting something in the limo, but all that had accomplished was leaving him high and dry after you’d made him keep his hands to himself.

“You wanted me to see the movie,” you counter now.

“Yeah, but we could stream it later. It’s not like I’ll win an Oscar for it or anything.”

You roll your eyes. “You might! It’s prime awards season, babe. And you’ve been getting a lot of acclaim for this role. And you know the academies love a tear-jerker.” He blushes at your argument. “Plus,” you whip out the doe eyes, “I wanna see you on the big screen.”

He sighs in fake annoyance, a fond smile giving it away. “I did say your wish is my command, didn’t I?”

“Yup.” You smile triumphantly.

Steve grins back before kissing you soundly. “I love you, angel.”

“Love you too, Stevie.”

He gives you one last peck, and then grabs your hand and leads you into the theater.

[spideyniahh]

- “The sun, proposed to the moon.” || Ft. Bakugou Katsuki

Content!! — Petnames, Bitter sweet fluff, Grumpy + Sunshine trope, cursing..?

— my idea but I’m sure many people have done it before so I’m not special :’)

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No one could understand how you could end up with someone like Katsuki Bakugou. You’re such a sweetheart and he’s just the opposite. You’re always offering help to everyone, you don't mind holding doors for people and you encourage people to be kind! While he yells at anyone who asks him for help or even looks his way. But, when it’s just the two of you, he’s so sweet to you, holding your hand, opening the door for just you, and giving you kisses and all, but you’ll never tell anyone that, for as long as he doesn't hear.

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Lately, you and Bakugou have been sitting with each other alone away from the class so you can talk more. The class doesn't mind since they know they can be quite nosey. You two were sitting together at a secluded table no one dare sit at in the very corner of the cafeteria. (No one sat there cause Bakugou would shoot them a glare if they walked up to the table). You were holding his hand while swinging it back and forth with a smile while scrolling through your phone. “Eat,” Bakugou muttered with a sigh taking your phone out of your hand and looking at the food in the bowl untouched. Him being the sweetheart he is woke up early and cooked it for you. “Mk, but how bout’ you suki?” You asked looking at how he didn't have any food near him. “m’fine I’m not even hungry, eat, please.” He said sliding the bowl to you, edging you to eat up.

“If you say so.” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders. You let go of his hand to grab the spoon and eat. Once you put the spoon in your mouth, your eyes sparkled in delight and Katsuki chuckled at the look on your face. “ It's so good!!” you said practically bouncing in your chair. “Did you make it? It tastes like something you'd cook,” you ask before scooping up some onto the spoon. “I did! So of course, that's why it tastes so good.” He boasted with a smirk on his face. You couldn't help but smile at him before bringing a spoon to his lips.

“Eat!” you say with a pout poking the spoon on his lips. He sighs looking at your determined eyes before huffing and looking the other way. He opens his mouth to taste it. His eyebrows raise at the flavor, he knows he cooks well, but it was actually better than he expected “Kastu, you sure you're not hungry? I don't mind sharing,” you say with a smile scooting closer and sliding the bowl between the two of you. “I'll only have a little more.” he huffs his voice gruff yet soft.

You feed him about five spoons before he says he's full. However, since you two were so lost with each other, you couldn't hear the sounds of spoons and forks dropping to the ground and tables in what seemed like shock from the other side of the room, is class 1A. “There’s no way...” Denki gasped, jaw dropped looking at the couple. “Did he actually…” Mina looked over at Denki in disbelief.

“How does that, date THAT?!” Sero sassed shaking his head in incredulity. "Can't believe he even dated someone before me," Sero adds with a huff. “But I mean he looks... Happy! I mean look at his face.” Kirishima says pointing out the look Bakugou is giving you when you eat and talk about something with him. “I actually see it, he does look really happy, in contrast to how he treats us...” Uraraka replied with a smile looking at the couple. ---

“Wake me up when the bell rings?” You ask putting your head down on his shoulder. “You tired?" The angry blonde asked with a surprisingly sweet tone, but not at all surprising to you. “Mhm..” You muttered sluggishly. “What time you went to bed yesterday, pretty?” He asked tucking a strand of hair behind your ear then wrapped his hand over your shoulder pulling you closer. “Around...3? in the morning...” You replied with a sweet yawn, and he shook his head disapproval evident all over his face. “That’s bad sweets…promise me you’ll sleep earlier?” Katsuki asked with a deep sigh scratching your scalp lovingly. “I’ll try…” you say sluggishly, and he smiles watching you grab his hand before drifting off into your nap.

---

“Did… Did THE Bakugou Katsuki… just, smile?!” Denki shouted in shock. “…Maybe it was like a smirk.. not a smile!” Deku said to reassure everyone the world isn’t ending. Deku has never seen you him genuinely mile besides a devilish smirk. They watched Bakugou play with your hair with one hand, and use his phone with his other hand. They all smile softly when he snaps a photo of you, watching as he smiles then chuckles at the photo noticing how in love he is.

[pahtoosh]

you’ll always have a place here

masterlist

summer celebration masterlist

18+

wc: ~1100 words

warnings: baby has a bad dream. fears of being unwanted. so cheesy. like soooo cheesy.

a/n: this piece had like three totally different iterations😭 my brain is melting i can’t look at words anymore

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader

summary: you have a bad dream and doubt your daddies’ love for you

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“We can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“Taking care of you, babying you! God, do you have any idea how hard it is on us?

“I- I’m sorry, I-“

“We’re tired of it. We want you gone.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

You startled awake. There was a deep pain in your chest and you were breathing heavily. You started to remember the dream and cried. How could your daddies be so cruel?

Something came to rest on your shoulder, making you flinch.

Steve retracted his hand. “Sorry, sweetness. We heard you crying and you didn’t answer when we knocked so we decided to check on you. What happened?”

You wanted to tell him to go away, but your Dada’s gentle, concerned gaze made you feel safe. He wouldn’t hurt you and you couldn’t hurt him.

“H- had a bad dweam.”

“Aww, I’m sorry to hear that, baby.”

“D- daddies was m-mean to me an-“ the thought of repeating what your nightmare daddies said made you burst into tears again.

“What, sweetness, what was it?”

You shook your head and hid behind your hands. Bucky came up on the other side of you. “That’s okay, angel. Are you feeling overwhelmed right now?”

You nodded and crawled into Bucky’s lap, burrowing your face into his neck.

“Is someone feeling very small right now?”

You hesitated before nodding again.

He spoke quieter this time. “Does someone need their daddies?”

You were quiet, scaring Bucky into thinking that he overstepped. But then you quietly whispered, “Need daddies”. With their supersoldier hearing, Steve and Bucky just barely caught it.

Steve cooed, scooted closer, and comfortingly rubbed your back. “Daddies are here, baby.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

When you calmed down, Steve and Bucky brought you to the kitchen for breakfast.

“Let’s get some food into that belly of yours. Your brain needs all the energy it can get!” Dada got the food ready while Baba set the table.

“Do you want a bib, angel? Dada and I saw these and thought you might like them.”

You were taken aback by their kindness. “For me?”

“Yeah for you! Now, do you want the flowers or the stars?”

“Um, stars please.”

“Good manners, baby.” He kissed your cheek and then helped fasten the string around your collar.

Steve reappeared to put the plates of food on the table. “Oh, someone’s looking very cute right now.”

You blushed at the compliment.

“Do you want us to feed you, sweetness?”

You looked away and toyed with your bib. “Don’t wanna be a bother.”

“You’re not botherin’ anyone, baby. This is what daddies are for. Here, open wide for the pancake plane.” Steve held out a forkful of pancakes toward you.

“Can it be a submarine instead?” you asked shyly.

“Well if it’s a submarine, now I gotta start over!” Steve brought the fork from the plate to your mouth again, this time bobbing the utensil up and down slowly to make it move more like a submarine.

You giggled at the show he was putting on for you and happily took a bite.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

After breakfast, Steve and Bucky decided you could have a little screen time and watch one of your favorite shows. They were a little shaken by this morning and thought a treat would help you get your mind off of it.

As you sat between your daddies and watched the colors dancing on the screen, your mind began to wander. You were doing exactly what your nightmare daddies hated. Forcing them to watch a show that only you like when they could be working or doing something they liked.

You daddies noticed a shift in the air. Your heart was beating fast, you were breathing a little heavier, and your eyes were pointed forward but not looking at or focused on anything.

They turned off the TV and went into caregiver mode.

Steve gently guided your hands away from scratching holes into your pants and rested your palms on his chest so you could feel his heart.

“Breathe with me, baby. In, and out. Just like that, perfect.”

When you calmed down, you broke away from Steve’s hold. Instead of crawling into your Dada or Baba’s lap like you so desperately wanted to, you hugged a pillow and sunk into the couch.

“I’m okay now. Yous guys- uh, you guys can go do whatever you want now.”

“What do you mean, babydoll?”

“I know you guys don’t want to just sit here and watch TV with me so you can go. I’ll be okay by myself.”

“Sweetheart, what makes you think we don’t wanna be with you?”

“I just know, okay?” You were getting frustrated now, why did they keep arguing with you?

Bucky connected the dots. “Oh, baby. Is this about the dream you had?” His head was tilted to the side and his eyebrows scrunched together. He looked so sad and worried.

You had to turn away.

“Sweetheart, we love you,” Steve began. “And that means we wanna spend time with you. It doesn’t matter if it’s your big activities or your small ones, we want it all with you.”

You began to sniffle and hid behind the pillow.

“Angel, maybe you’d feel better if you tell Dada and Baba what happened in that dream of yours. Can you try? We promise we won’t be mad.”

You shook your head. You didn’t want to make this a bigger deal than it already was. You felt immature and undeserving of their comfort.

“Please tell us, we just wanna help.”

You took a shaky breath and explained. “You said you didn’t wanna take care of me anymore. You said you were tired and you wanted me gone.”

“Oh, baby.” Your daddies wrapped their arms around you as you cried again.

“It was so m-mean and it felt so real,” you sobbed.

“Sweetness, I’m so sorry you had to hear that. We would never, ever say something like that to you.”

“Yeah, Dada and I are crazy about you, you know that?”

“You are?” You looked out from behind the pillow to see from your daddies’ faces if they were lying.

“Sure are. We talk about you nonstop with the team when we’re on missions, we can’t wait to get home with you. And when we’re with you, we’re as happy as can be.”

“You’re it for us. You make all of this,” your Baba waved his hand in the air, “worth doing.”

You pushed the pillow aside and hugged your daddies close. “Thank you, Baba. Thank you, Dada. I’m sorry I believed the dream.”

“Shh, you’ve got nothin’ to apologize for. Anytime you need a reminder of how much Baba and I love you, we’re here.”

[bigtreefest]

Chapter 4: Splash Zone

From: The Rainmaker Series

Pairing: Mob! Steve x Forensic Scientist! Reader

Summary: Ups and downs are just another part of your week. This time, it would seem all the ups have to do with Steve.

Word count: 3,969

Content/warnings: swears, mean coworker Det. John Walker, nice coworker Det. Scott Lang, a gift, boxing and punching, puddles, verbal altercations, hidden happiness and feelings, hidden occupations, unwanted attention, wanted attention (not from the same person)

Author’s Note: Enjoy this next installment of the awkward little bean and his journey of getting the cold scientist to warm up to him.

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You came in to work on Tuesday afternoon to a gift basket waiting at your desk - the desk outside just outside the lab that you hardly used since you were so swamped with cases lately. You were set to work well past midnight tonight, and had only packed a lunch, so you were sure the little snacks you could see peeking through the clear packaging would prove helpful for the hours you planned on being glued to screens doing data analysis. You could definitely swing doing all your work out here instead of cooped up for once.

Not only was there a gift basket, but a decently large paper bag sitting on your desk that had seemingly already been ripped open. Great. Someone already contaminated the crime scene. As you peeked over the cellophane wrapping of the obscenely large basket, you were greeted by a certain detective, leaning back in your rolling chair, feet kicked up on the desk, to-go container and fork in hand.

“Hey, Decky! About time you came in. Your pasta was getting cold, so I thought I’d help you out with it. There’s so much here!”

Your brows furrowed as you observed detective Lang slurping down a bite of carbonara, the container already half gone.

“What the hell, Scott? What is going on?”

Scott shrugged and used his fork to swirl up another bite. “What? Not like you were gonna finish all of that pasta in one go. Figured I’d take some off your hands.”

“Wha-“ you stood there, flabbergasted, mouth opening and closing while you contemplated your next words. You grabbed the receipt on the paper bag to see the contents listed, with ‘SR’ written in red sharpie at the bottom. It looked like it was all your favorites from Steve’s restaurant, plus some new items.

Your confusion increased as you pushed Scott’s feet off your desk and scooted over to read the card on the gift basket.

“Sorry our night got a little interrupted. Buck appreciates the kindness, though. Feel free take it all out on me. I’ve got a knock-out time planned for us. -SR”

There was an address on the back and an additional note for you to meet him there after your Thursday shift. And to… wear athletic clothes? What?

An amused smile began to creep onto your lips before the realization came crashing down and you whipped around. “Hold on a second, what the fuck, Scott!? You’re eating my gift!! Not to mention something that a civilian dropped off at a police precinct. That could have been poisoned!”

Scott laughed as he set down his fork in the container. “Nah, I knew it at least wasn’t poisoned. One of Steve’s guys dropped it off.”

You grabbed the lid off your desk and placed it on Scott’s pasta container before ripping it from his hands. “Hey! I wasn’t done yet!”

He leaned forward to grab it back out of your hands before you whisked it away again. “Ah ah, no. Answer my questions first and then you can have my pasta back.”

Scott sighed exasperatedly, his shoulders slumping forward. “Okay, fine. What do you want to know? That’s really good carbonara and I want it back ASAP.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why it was sent to me. Now, tell me how you know one of Steve’s guys dropped it off… and what do you mean by ‘Steve’s guys?’”

Scott shrugged again. Some detective he was. “I don’t know. I was at my desk when I saw it all get delivered. You know how Steve is. He’s got those delivery boys that help him out. Sure, I consider him a pal but I don’t ask too many questions about that. I understand he’s a busy guy. You’re just lucky I commandeered the area before Walker caught a whiff. That’s literally all I know. Now it’s time for you to answer my question.”

You rolled your eyes and begrudgingly handed him back the container. “Okay fine. You’re lucky I like you way better than that street rat, Walker. You get one question. One.”

Scott smirked at you as he popped off the lid and threw it back over your desk calendar. “Now I know Steve and I are well acquainted, but what’s he doing sending you things? You do him a special favor or something?”

You sighed and crossed your arms and legs, leaning back and squinting at your closest work friend. “First of all, that was two questions. And second of all, no. You know I’m not in the habit of sharing confidential information. If you must know, Steve and I are…friends. And we hung out, like once…or twice, but there was kind of a wrench thrown in the second one. I think this is his way of making it up to me.”

His grin grew toothy. “Yeah, okay. ‘Friends.’” He put up his hand that wasn’t holding food in air quotes. “Whatever you say, bud. Steve and I have been friends for half a decade, but you don’t see me getting gift baskets and lunch deliveries.”

You shook your head as you spun his chair around and nudged it forward for him to get out. “Well, I wouldn’t complain if I were you, bud, because you’ve evidently benefitted from the gift nonetheless. Don’t you have crimes to solve?”

Scott hopped out of the chair with a startle at your aggressive push. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Enjoy your little present from your boy. I’ll be back later to talk to you about those tests you ran last last week I asked for. And for some snacks.” He winked before running off, ducking to scarf down the rest of his meal.

You sighed before plopping down into your seat and hiding behind the basket and your computer monitor, trying to keep your excitement under wraps. You untied the ribbon at the top of the present and pulled down the rustling covering to finally take a look at everything inside. The contents were…broad… to say the least.

On top were some scrunchies, the exact ones you loved to use to pull your hair back in the lab, actually. And under that were duplicates of all the snacks Steve had brought over to your place the previous weekend that you still had in abundance.

Your cabinets were going to be endlessly stocked at this rate. In there, too, you found an adorable teddy bear dressed up in a suit. If you didn’t know better, you’d think it was supposed to look like someone who was growing all too familiar. But next to it was also a stuffed hedgehog and otter wearing the same? He must’ve seen your one hedgehog flower pot on the mantle and assumed it was your favorite. Now the otter, that was an interesting choice, although not unfounded. Maybe he knew you were a card carrying member of the zoo and aquarium.

Speaking of flower pots, though, as you dug to the bottom to see an assortment of candles, your perusing of the varieties of scents was cut short by another delivery.

Two men came in holding flower pots and vases. From what you could make out, there was a small cactus and a fern, and a large arrangement that seemed to hold one of every single type and color of flower under the sun being carried by the first man. You peered over the contents of your desk to see Detective Lang nodding at you. Great, this was drawing attention.

The second delivery boy came with a huge vase full of red roses, to which Scott shrugged and shook his head, pointing and mouthing, “that one’s not one of Steve’s guys,” to you.

Before you could get up to even look at the cards to the flowers, a manifestation of the unwanted attention you had garnered was sauntering over to your desk in the form of Detective John Walker. Literally the worst guy here. The only reason he was a detective was because he was so focused on pleasing the dude bros of superior management, but God forbid he take advice from you or any female officer on the force.

Before you could stop him, he reached out and grabbed the card out of the roses. “Got a secret admirer, Decky?”

You rolled your eyes, tempted to slap his hand and keep him away from your stuff. “Don’t call me that. Only friends call me that.”

He laughed as he read the small piece of card stock he fiddled with between his fingers. “What about Lucas Bell? Seems like he’s a friend, and maybe more than that for sending you a bouquet like this.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. Lucas? You searched through the other arrangements to see if there was another card, which you found in the colorful, less aggressive bouquet. SR. Somehow the both of them had sent you flowers on the same day? What was Lucas doing sending you flowers? You literally never talked to him. You made sure of that as much as possible. It was so odd.

From what you could gather, Steve had sent you the gorgeous flowers, along with the potted plants, and a single wooden yellow rose you hadn’t noticed before. Sure, it was… a lot, but it was tasteful, and something about it made you warm. Poor thing really just sent one of everything possible, but it was the kindest gesture that had happened for you in a long time. If this was the apology you got for something as simple as an interruption from Bucky on something you weren’t even sure was a date, then there’s no telling what else Steve could possibly have up his sleeve. His ridiculous, designer sleeve.

In a strong juxtaposition, though, looking at the bouquet from Lucas almost made you sick to your stomach. Such a forward flower to send out of the blue to someone who you almost never talk to. You knew you couldn’t call and complain to your mom about this, either, because she’d say something about him being so sweet and famous. Like those were good markers in a partner: fake television demeanor qualities.

Walker set down the card again and began to rifle through the contents of your gift basket. “Man, looks like Lucas really wants you to go on a date with him. Sent you all these sweets and said so in the card. Mind if I steal some?”

This time you did smack John’s hand, giving him a scowl. “This isn’t all from Lucas. Only those stupid roses over there are. And no, you can’t have anything. This is my stuff. God, for being a detective you’re terrible at reading the room. Now leave.”

Walker raised his hands in compliance and walked away. “Damn, okay. Don’t think it’s fair Lang gets pasta and I get hit, but whatever. Enjoy your love letters.”

You rolled your eyes before going over to the other side of the desk and reading the card from the roses. As much as you hated it, Walker was right. Lucas was asking to meet up. Just for a nice walk along the river. Sure, that seemed like an enjoyable activity, but only with someone you knew well enough to hold conversation. And he was more of the type to talk at you than with you.

You took the vase of roses over to the break room, placing them on the center of the table and shoved the card in your desk drawer before sitting back down again at the space cleared of everything except for what Steve had sent. When you peered around, you were satisfied by the reduction in glares your way as you sniffed through the remaining candle scents and chose what pasta to eat while working through your shift. Only Detective Lang was witness to the dopey smile on your face.

By the time Thursday had come around, you had finished all of your pasta leftovers and burned through a candle and a half, thoroughly enjoying all Steve had left you, even though you could tell some of the items were him throwing darts at a wall and hoping one would hit just right. But the thing was, just about everything in that basket was a straight bullseye.

You parked your car and got out on the busy street, dressed in a pantsuit from having to stand witness in a trial earlier. You were in the middle of a city block with shop windows recessed into the ground, standing at the top of a staircase, preparing to head down with a bag containing your athletic clothes in hand. You tightened the hair held up with your new scrunchie and took a deep breath. It looked like an old gym. Not quite what you expected, so you pulled out your phone to double check you got the right place. In your state of minor distraction, you just barely clocked the sound of shouting and pounding footsteps coming from your side. But by the time you looked up to see a man sprinting towards you, it was too late. He shoved you out of his way, down into a puddle. You were barely able to sit up enough to see someone else chasing him, far behind and much slower. You squinted as the form changed from a jog to a walk and came into focus. Walker. He threw his arms up in exasperation when he saw it was you.

“Way to fucking go, Decks. You let my perp get away!”

You stood up out of the stagnant water, brushing yourself off ineffectively as it had already soaked into the material. Luckily, you were going to be changing soon anyway, but after that and everything else, today was not the day for Walker to get all high and mighty with you.

“Walker, that’s not my job. How was I supposed to know that was your perp? Or a perp at all?”

He rolled his eyes and threw his hands to his hips, looking at your bag that still was thrown to the side on the ground, not making an effort to pick it up. “Who else would be running in a city? Obviously someone guilty!”

You bent down to grab the dusty duffle and slung it over your shoulder, cocking your head to your side. Your voice was becoming sharper, meaner. “People run in the city all the time, but that’s besides the point. How am I supposed to ID any of your perps if you refuse to tell anyone about your cases or let them help you until it’s too late? The reason that guy got away is your fault because I wasn’t properly informed. Maybe if you weren’t so wrongfully prideful and said where you were going or who you were going after before you left, you could’ve had backup. From someone actually on shift.”

Walker groaned and straightened his arm out past your shoulder, gesturing towards the direction where the man ran. “I was assuming you would take on that responsibility and be able to see the man very evidently running away from me, but no, you were stupid. Just like how you were about Lucas Bell. Maybe if you were smart, you would’ve taken him up on that date. Yeah, I saw how you discarded those roses. But just like the way you shove off your work, you shoved him off.”

You scoffed. Your annoyance made it so you couldn’t hear a jingle of a bell from the door down the steps behind you open while John was yapping on and on. “What does that have to do with anything right now!? Walker, I don’t shove off work, and if I’m stupid, you’re a literal brick. I’ve told you time and time again, I’m working dozens of cases at a time to your one, so you can hop off my back. Plus, I’m not a detective, but by the fact that you are, I can’t believe you’d be so brainless.”

You watched as his boastfully broad shoulders began to slump into an almost cowering form, so you kept going. “And what’s up with your obsession with Lucas Bell? I see the way you throw yourself at him at every crime scene. Do you think he’s going to give you some sort of connection? You’re a cop. You should be the one with connections! Is it a crush? Go home. To. Your. Wife.”

You were heaving breaths after your rant as you felt a presence loom over your shoulder. You turned to see what it was, only to be met by a familiar chest, upon which sat a head of messy blond hair, connected by a pair of shoulders that were begging to be let out of the confines of their white t-shirt and a thick neck somewhere in the middle. Steve.

He looked down and gave you a smile before shooting an intimidating gaze at Walker. “I believe you heard her. Go. Home.”

John simply nodded and turned to jog away in the direction from where he came, not daring to look back.

Your eyes stayed on Steve, but you didn’t share his smile, still frustrated with the situation. “I was handling that.”

He simply nodded, grabbing your bag off your shoulder and putting his hand on the small of your back to guide your down the stairs. “I could tell. You were doing a great job. Bullies need stood up to. I really don’t like them.”

You laughed dryly, walking through the door he held open for you. “Yeah, he’s pretty much as awful as it gets.”

You walked in to see the old gym, occupied mostly by a bunch of older guys using punching bags on the other side of a boxing ring, but otherwise empty. No one even spared the two of you a confused or judging glance. Steve gently directed you to the back of the room, handing your bag back and gesturing to a locker room. “You can go ahead and change in here. No one will bother you. And then come find me in the ring.”

He left you with a wink and a pat on the back.

Throwing endless punches was just what you needed after that whole altercation with Walker, and Steve was more than happy to oblige. He stood opposite you in the ring, giving small directions and corrections you were taking exceptionally well. After the initial rage wore off, the two of you stopped for water.

Steve handed you your bottle as he took a sip of his own. He had been relatively quiet so far, so you decided to ask him a question that was on your mind. “So why here? Why’d you want to go boxing?”

That wasn’t a question he was expecting, and it wasn’t one he wanted to truthfully answer. Sure, the two of you had hung out before, but this isn’t the usual destination of a date, much less a third date. If he was being honest, it was because he wanted to make sure you knew self defense. With your proximity to him and Bucky, it wasn’t out of the question that you might need those skills if the time came. When the time came, when he could finally bring himself to tell you about his job outside of the businesses you knew.

Instead, he just shrugged one shoulder, sliding the sparring mitts back on his hands. “Thought it might be a good release of pent up energy. Lang told me you had to sit for a court case today, figured you’d want to blow off some steam. And now that I see what other stuff you’ve got to deal with on a daily basis, I’m wondering why I haven’t asked you to join me every day. You need it after working with a douche like Walker. Although, I’m not sure if my poor hands could handle much more.”

He feigned a pout as you let out a breathy laugh, putting your gloves back on, as well, agreeing with his assessment. As the two of you stepped back into the center of the ring and started another round, albeit slower, Steve piped up. “Okay, my turn. What’s the deal with Lucas Bell? I heard you two talking about him. Did you guys mean the news reporter?”

You sighed, doing your best to keep a rhythm to your punches and ducking under Steve’s arm. “Uh, yeah. That’s the one. Lucas and I grew up together, so he contacts me every now and again. Sent flowers to my work the other day. Asked to take me for a date on the riverwalk, but I turned it down.”

Steve shuffled lightly on his feet, keeping you on your toes. He did his best to imbue his tone with genuine curiosity and nothing else. “Why’d you say no?”

You stopped in your tracks, but kept your arms up. “Well, do you think I should’ve said yes?”

Steve felt something in his gut at that. Of course he didn’t want you to have said yes, but he had no jurisdiction over that. And he still wasn’t exactly sure what was going on between the two of you. Whether or not you considered it friendship or something more like he had wanted it to be. “Well, I’m not in charge of you.”

You nodded and went back to throwing soft punches. “That’s right. But you should know, he’s historically not my favorite. He’s nice and all, I guess, but I honestly can’t stand him. Never been able to since we were kids. Everyone always thought it was nice that he would bring me flowers and stuff but it was just obsessive and weird to me. I never bought into his charms like all our neighbors expected me to. Anyway, I enjoy someone else’s company a little more.”

Steve hung on to the last part of your statement. Were you talking about him? He hoped so. But after getting caught up in the thought of that, he didn’t realize he had stopped moving until you gave him a punch on the shoulder.

Instead of flinching or being upset, though, he just shared your playful smirk at the dreamy look on his face and replied with a quip. “C’mon, Decky. You can hit harder than that. Where’s all that energy? I thought the pasta I sent you would have helped to carboload for today.”

You laughed and mixed it with a deep breath before going back in, harder. “Oh trust me, I could do this all day. And thanks for that gift by the way, it was really nice of you.”

Your eyes caught his sparkling blue ones for a second, sharing sincerity. “Any time. Honestly. You can go into any of my restaurants whenever you want and get anything you desire. On me. Just say your name and they’ll know.”

You shook your head free of his earnest gaze. “Steve, that’s no way to run a business. You can’t just give handouts to everyone.”

“They’re not for everyone. Just for you. Let me do this. That way you never have to worry about cooking for yourself on those hard days when you get home late. You can enjoy a carefree night out, or the celebration of a solved case. Let me at least do that for you.”

You finally relented, dropping your head to your chest before finally beginning to punch Steve’s hands as hard as you were at the beginning of the session. You next word came through clenched teeth, partially from his persistence and the smile you were trying to bite back at just how giving he was willing to be for you. “Fine.”

Steve smiled brightly at your new found energy and the acceptance of his offer. “Atta girl.”

Next >

Bonus A/N: we all know a Walker, but we all deserve to know a Steeb

Series Taglist: @evie-119

[johnny-coxville]

I was thinking maybe for a really smutty Johnny fic. The reader asks Johnny if he wants to try something new, she’s wants to see if he’ll cum inside her as they’ve never done that, Johnny gets super excited and super into it. With some dirty praise along the way and goofy excitement from knox ?

I'm sorry it's a bit short and not exactly on promt, but I'll gladly remaster it as soon as I'm free! Hope you enjoy it. :)

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At Last.

Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader nsfw

Time in bed with Johnny was never a bore. He always found something new to task you with. Position, praise, you name it. He made you feel good in everything he did. This time was entirely different.

You sat across from him at the wooden dinner table. A cute tablecloth laid across the table complimenting the decorations of your apartment. Johnny fiddled with the bottom of the cloth as he ate. Looking up at you every now and then to smile.

Once you were nearly finished with your plate, you paused. Taking a long gaze at him. He paused as well, his chewing put on hold. “What’s the matter?” He questioned with a mouthful of food. You grinned. “Nothing. I was just thinking about something.” You said twirling your fork around the plate.

He swallowed his food and cocked an eyebrow. “Anddd that iss?” He said with a side smile. You blushed with a small giggle. “Nothing!” You said teasing. Standing up from the table, emptying the rest of your leftover pasta into a pot. Heading to the sink to wash your dish. Johnny scooted out of his chair and followed.

He dropped his food into the pot and sat his plate on the counter. You ran the water for a moment, squirting the soap onto the sponge. Behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist. Kissing your neck and exposed shoulders.

You leaned into his touch, scrubbing the plate in front of you. You pressed your ass out, pushing it against his crotch. “Is this what you wanted to tell me?” He said pressing himself closer. You shook your head. “Johnny.” You said softly. You purposely drew out the situation just for the thrill. “I want you to cum in me.” You said nearly silent.

His movements were still a second. “Wait… Really? He said with almost a giggle. Like a child being told they were allowed to have a puppy. “Yes, Johnny.” You said setting the cleaned plates on the drying rack and twisting the sink off.

Mere seconds passing, he spun you around. Shoving your back against the ledge of the sink. Dipping down to your face to kiss you. His hands gripping onto your waist. You kissed him back, bringing your hands up to caress your face.

You pulled back with a small. “Calm down killer. You’re hurting my back on the sink.” You said giggling. He chuckled and stepped back. Letting you adjust your back. “If I had known I would’ve worn my cute g-string!” Johnny joked.

You sneered. “I’ll pass on that one.” You said walking towards the bedroom. You could feel the excitement radiating off of him. He had been waiting for this moment for months. Johnny entered the room behind you, shutting the door. You turned towards him and backed away slowly.

Your legs hit the front of the bed. He approached, pulling the shirt off of your body. He smiled wide. A smile that was almost always plastered across his face. You reached out and pulled off his own. Revealing his toned chest. He backed away a couple feet.

“Let’s not waste time honey. I know exactly what I want, and went I want it. I want you. Now. Get those clothes off.” He said beginning to unbutton his pants. He sent shivers down your body. You did what he said, and wasted no time. Sliding down your jeans, and slipping down your underwear. Looking up, all that he was left in was his boxers.

He grabbed your waist, pulling you close to his warm body. Resting his forehead against your own. He was significantly taller than you, his head tilting down to you. He shifted his face and began to kiss you. Immediately entering your mouth with his tongue. You explored each other’s body’s like you always did.

Though the interactions were more aggressive- more- yearning. You couldn’t wait any longer. You tugged his boxers down, and he took this as an invitation to remove your shirt and bra. Both of you struggled to shimmy off your articles of clothing but now left skin to skin. The warmth of your body’s burning each other.

You two backed against the bed, hitting the edge. He smiled and gently laid you against the made sheets. Soft against your bare back. The smiles shared between you two were genuine, and full of anticipation. He inched his way on top of you finding a comfortable position.

You knew he would start out gentle, inevitably leaving you a sore mess. He clicked his tongue and grabbed a pillow from behind you. Making sure both your head and lower back was supported.

Kneeling down into you he traced his fingers around your curves. He slowly pushed himself inside. A brand new sensation you had never experienced before. Thankfully with the grown anticipation, you were unbelievably soaked. Making his entry smooth.

His mouth just barely agape as he fully entered. “Wow.” was all he could mutter. You snickered at the dorky look on his face. Though admittedly just feeling him inside of you, entirely bare, was enough to make you howl.

His arms caged around your sides as he was inches away from your face. His warm breath tickling your nose. He began to pump. A slow pace for a start, but he was never patient.

As he picked up on his pace, your eyes were locked with his. Trying your best not to change expression. Johnny pushed himself deep and hard. Grunting every now and then when he changed pace. “Does it feel good sweetie?’ He whispered, a smile still wide across his face.

You nodded your head in response, hoping for something more. Noticing your lack of expression, he pulled out of you. He took your left breast into his mouth, and your right was graced with his twiddling fingers. Switching breasts he sucked and licked you in contentment.

He pulled away from you, standing up. He grabbed at his aching cock, and gave it a pump. Biting down on his lip as he admired your body.

He reached a hand out for you to grab, not saying anything. Giving a confused look you took his help and stood off the bed. He let go of your hand and stepped away from the foot of the bed. “You’re really going to feel it now. Get on that bed and arch for Johnny.” He said stepping over to you, giving you a firm smack.

You couldn’t help but giggle, and by that point, Johnny completely lost his composure. Letting out a hardy laugh. “I can’t take this so seriously! But god you’re fucking sexy.” He said rubbing his hands together in a silly manner.

You rolled your eyes and made your way back onto the bed. You got down on your hands and knees and arched your back as far as it would give. Pressing your face into the pillow. “Thatt’s it.” He said pressing his knee’s into the bed.

As you felt the weight shift, the anticipation that was long growing in you was ready to burst. He grabbed at your waist and shifted you until you were lined up with him. He was a lot larger than you, making for easy access to his favorite parts of you. He pressed inside of you rubbing your sides.

Though this time he wasn’t going to be gentle, nor slow. He slammed in and out. Scraping his nails along your figure. Pressing his head against your side. He rocked your body into him as he kept his pace. You screamed in pleasure, soaking the pillow you rested your face on.

For the first time you had heard Johnny moaning and howling almost as loud as you. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so fucking long.” He said grasping for your hanging breasts. Squeezing one with one hand, using the other to press bruises into your side.

"I've never felt you so soaked. You really wanted this huh? I bet you've wanted to feel my bare dick sooo fucking bad." He said with a strained laugh.

You grunted in response. Finding it hard to hang onto your breath. "I'm going to make sure you're fucking dripping with my cum baby." He said squeezing you harder.

Neither of you lasted very long. Screaming each other's names, almost drowning out the wet sounds of you both. As he nearly came to his edge, he bit into your shoulder. Making you cry out in painful pleasure.

“I’m going to fucking cum..” He grunted, pressing himself as deep as he could. As he hit your sweet spot, you thrashed in pleasure. Needing to be held still as you screamed. You could feel his hot cum filling you, a strong pressure making you feel even more full.

He didn’t stop until you were overfull. Pulling out you leaked cum. Your ass was covered in handprints, and your pussy was swollen. Though it was the most satisfaction you had ever felt. “I’m so glad I had been saving that. If I had any idea you were planning this I would’ve made it much more special.” Johnny said heading into the closet for a towel. “Rammed you harder than any bull that’s ever rammed me.” Johnny giggled. You sighed with a laugh. Relaxing your back, and laying on your stomach. Your body throbbed, but god. It was so worth it.

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[dreamingkatie]

This one is so silly that I think I embarrassingly remember someone gently loling at it the first time I posted. I still like it.

I carefully place his plate on the table and take the sit to his right. It’s Wednesday and that means spaghetti, but carefully tailored to his preferences—meatballs from scratch, easy on the Worcestershire, fresh garlic. He bought me a pasta roller and cutter last year, and it’s a time consuming task, but I agreed with him that it’s far better than what I previously purchased in a box.

He says grace. I unfold my linen napkin and wait for him to take a bite.

“Why isn’t the Parmesan shaved?” he asks.

“I’m sorry, I forgot to buy a block,” I say.

He chews thoughtfully.

“Did you make a list, Kate?”

“I did, yes. I was in a hurry at the store, and I just overlooked—“

“Fine,” he says and he waves his hand dismissively.

“I’m sorry.”

“The pasta isn't bad,” he says, wiping his mouth, “and you can scoot under the table and make my dinner better.”

I look at the plate in front of me, then back to him.

“Now, Kate. You can eat later.”

I push back my chair and lower myself to the floor. He opens his legs and I settle in between them, unbuttoning his belt and button

“Slowly,” he says.

I take him into my mouth. I listen to the clinking of his fork and knife.

“I know what will improve our marriage, sweetheart,” he says, “It occurred to me today. Before you, I might spend an hour, sometimes longer, looking at pornography. Touching myself.”

“Mmpf.” My chin is soaked and my knees begin to ache.

“And I don’t do that anymore, as you know. It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

I keep a slow pace.

“But I need more attention, more love, more of your time. From now on, I will let you do this—good, Kate, all the way down now—for a couple hours each day.”

I gag and push down again.

“When I’m eating. When I’m reading. Before I fall asleep.”

My jaw. My knees. My throat.

“Are you tired already?” he asks.

I nod, not daring to take my mouth away.

“Lower, then,” he says, “When you’re too tired to do it properly, go lower. No, keep going... That's perfect."