#and the authors of these amazing fics know that I am gently kissing you on the lips

[teamfortresstwo]

Goooooood <has been refreshing the radiostatic tag on ao3 nonstop for the past week

[byechristopher]

Quiet.

– MATT STURNIOLO SMUT.

Author's note: Y'ALL. Shout-out to my Matt girls. This is my first Matt fic ever. I love everything about this fic – I love when women get ready when their crush MIGHT be there, I fucking love petnames and I feel like Matt definitely uses a lot too, I love movie nights and Matt would definitely finger his girl under the covers, I love dom but gentle Matt. I love it. Bye. Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: long and filthy smut. Minors dni! Semi-public?, fingering, petnames, dom!Matt. Didn't proofread!

"So, can you swing by?" I hear my friend's voice through the phone.

"Absolutely. Heading to the market in a bit, grabbing some beers, and I'll be at your place by 9PM. Sound good?" I reply, rummaging through every drawer to find my wallet.

"Perfect, babes. See you there!" she says. After exchanging greetings, I hang up, sliding my phone into the back pocket of my pants.

Considering Matthew freaking Sturniolo will be there, I'm already dressed with makeup on, not wanting to waste a single second; I aim to be there ASAP.

Not that I'm trying to impress Matt (yes I am), but there's been a thing between us (I refuse to call it a "situationship") since we all started hanging out. I've been part of that friend group for nearly two years now, and from the moment I joined, Matt started being quite flirty. And ever since then, we just casually flirt, make-out, have sex.. very casual.

Now, after a few weeks of not seeing each other (though we talk on the phone almost daily), I want to be my best self. I've done my skincare, enjoyed a three-hour-long bath, styled my hair in loose curls, put on comfy clothes – the whole shebang. If I've done this for nothing, I'll scream. Internally.

None of this matters now, because I am outside my friend's apartment, clutching the paper bag of beers in one hand and my scarf in the other one. I knock on the door, patiently waiting but instead of my friend, of course it's Matt who opens it, dressed in his signature black hoodie, black jeans, his usual chain dangling around his neck and his usual rings decorating his fingers. He looks.. delicious.

"Didn't expect me to open the door." it's more of a statement than a question, so I smile and nod.

"Not really, no." I chuckle, not moving an inch.

"You told me you'd be here by 9. So I'm here." he says with that captivating voice, taking a step closer, slowly pulling the door handle without closing it.

Cupping my cheek, he moves in, rubbing my bottom lip with his thumb, gently 1smudging my lipgloss before leaning in for a kiss. I release my scarf to grab his free hand, tugging on his fingertips as I reciprocate the kiss.

"You look pretty." he whispers against my lips and I smile.

Before entering, I pause him, rubbing his lips with my thumb to remove my lipgloss from them. Chuckling at his knowing stare, I say, "come on, let's go!" gently pushing him inside.

God help me, he smells amazing.

After greeting everyone and putting the beers inside the fridge, I take off my scarf and my coat, heading to the kitchen again so I can help with the snacks and the beers.

"Guys, I'm sorry in advance but you're probably going to freeze your ass off. Something's wrong with the heating so I'll just give y'all a ton of blankets." our friend apologises but we all brush it off.

"Bitch, we used to hang out in dark alleys in WINTER when we were younger, literally shut up. We can take it." another friend says, rolling her eyes and I laugh. We are all living the same lives, it seems.

After deciding which movie we will watch, with the snacks and the drinks on the table and the blankets ready to provide us with warmth, we were finally ready. I did have my eye on Matt so of course, when he patted the spot next to him on the small settee while looking at me with a smile, I almost ran to make sure I secure my place next to him.

The movie has started already, Matt is sitting next to me and we have two blankets covering us – his hand is on my thigh and my thigh is over his leg. His thumb is rubbing my leg through my pants and it's much more distracting than I could ever imagine. I do make sure to curl up against his side and he smiles, making sure the blankets are covering me properly.

Not even fifteen minutes have passed and I already feel the need to pee; that goddamn wine. I excuse myself and practically run to the bathroom, only to come back a few minutes later to see Matt almost laying on that settee. All the lights are closed but I know he can kind of see my reflection because of the big TV screen, so he can see the question marks all over my face – where the hell am I gonna seat?

He smiles and he pushes the blankets to the side, sitting up a bit and spreading his legs so I can sit in between them.

Well, fuck.

Sitting down in between his legs, I grab his thighs to support myself and make sure my whole back is pressed against him, leaning back to practically lay on his chest. I pull the blankets over us and he pecks the top of my head, almost as if it was a reward.

Seeing where all of this is going, I thank whoever is up there because our friends are quite far from us, all fully facing the TV. Matt quickly wraps his arms around my waist, resting them on my belly and I can feel how cold his hands are even through my shirt. Minutes go by and I can feel Matt playing with my shirt, his cold fingertips already touching my bare skin, raising goosebumps on it. He drags his short fingernails up and down my sides, making me smile because he knows I like that.

His hands slowly drag themselves up, pulling my shirt over my chest, my breasts now free, "love when you're not wearing a bra." he whispers in my ear and I chuckle.

My hands are on his knees and his hands are on my breasts, cupping them and caressing them, pressing small kiss on my neck, "you smell amazing.." he whispers, "do you think you can be quiet for me, pretty?" he pecks the tip of my ear.

"Yes, Matt.." I whisper back, getting comfortable on his chest, still pretending to watch that movie.

His hands are massaging my breasts, rubbing and pinching my nipples with his long fingers, tugging on them every now and then – it is hard to keep quiet but I've done this many times, I'm sure I can handle it.

Sitting with bent knees now, he hums, pressing another rewarding kiss on the top of my head, "keep playing with your tits for me, hm? I'm gonna take care of you." he whispers and I want to moan just by the words he says.

I nod and cup my breasts instead, massaging them gently as I feel his hands moving down to my thighs – he massages them and spreads my legs open gently, placing his legs on my feet to keep my legs in place. I feel his fingertips hooking around the waistband of my pants and panties, gently pulling them down as I slowly raise my hips to make it easier for him.

"You have to be very quiet now, okay?" he says and I immediately nod, desperately needing him to touch me there, "tease your nipples. I want to see you struggling." he chuckles, keeping me close to him.

I gently hit his leg and he can't help but laugh – I keep teasing my nipples, just like he ordered, keeping my eyes to the television even though I can feel his fingers dangerously close to where I need him the most. Finally, one of his fingers gently touch my clit, rubbing in circle motions as his breath fans over my ear together with the softest moans. I can feel him dragging his finger down, only to chuckle at how wet it is down there – I almost whine.

"God, I wanna taste you. You're so wet." he whispers and circles my entrance, collecting my juices and focusing back on my clit.

"Matty.. please.." I whisper back, my hands now leaving my sensitive breasts, grabbing his thighs instead.

"Please what, sweetheart?" he says and gently slaps my pussy, making me gasp softly.

I couldn't speak – all I can think about is his fingers inside of me. But I feel like if I open my mouth now, I won't be able to keep my moans in. I buck my hips, needing to feel more pressure on my clit but he's having none of it. He pushes my hips down and flicks my clit in the softest way possible, which makes me want to cry.

"You know how it goes. Use your words." he uses two other fingers to spread my pussy, making it easier for him to rub my clit with his middle finger.

"Please.. Matty.. I need.. your fingers inside of me.." I beg between shaky breaths, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"See?" he kisses the side of my head, "there's my good girl." he says and just by that, I almost lose it. But then he finally pushes a finger inside of me and I have to cover my mouth with the blankets.

His middle finger pushes in and out of my wetness and I squeeze my eyes shut, really trying not to let out the moans that have been threatening to come out this whole time. His other arm is wrapped around me, keeping me in place as he rubs my clit and fingers me at the same time with his other hand.

"I'm going to add another finger, baby. I need you to keep that pretty mouth closed, yeah?" he warns – the hand that was gripping my waist is now keeping my mouth closed, I nod anyway.

He slowly takes his finger out and instead, he rubs my entrance with two fingers. He gently pushes and I wince softly in his hand, "you can take it, baby, shhh." he whispers and I really need to fucking moan now. He finally pushes both of his fingers inside of me and I want to cry from how good it feels. My nails dig into his thighs and luckily (for him), he's wearing jeans otherwise it would definitely leave a mark.

He starts moving them in and out, slowly, still covering my mouth under the blankets with his other hand as his lips move to my neck. He starts sucking on the skin, licking it and biting it as he pushes his fingers inside till he's knuckles-deep.

"I wish I could kiss you right now – the way you would moan into my mouth trying to kiss back, turns me on." he takes my earlobe in between his lips, gently sucking on it.

His fingers start moving at a much faster pace and I'm sure that if the TV wasn't this loud, everyone would hear the noises my pussy makes from how wet he made me. He curls his fingers inside of me and I close my eyes, really struggling to keep my mouth closed now, "pretty girl. Do you think you can take a third finger?"

I wrap my fingers around his wrist and slowly move his hand away from my mouth, letting him know I have my moans a little bit under control now (not even close), "please, Matt.. I need it.." I whisper, my voice is trembling. Still, I grab his free hand and pull it closer to me, taking a finger into my mouth and I can feel his bulge against my back.

"Darling, don't do that.." he warns, "or I'll have to fuck you in front of everyone." he whispers and bites my neck.

Finally, he's pushing a third finger inside and I really need to cry. He's finger-fucking me at a fast pace, he's being rough but gentle at the same time, it's overwhelming, "touch yourself, baby. And don't stop."

I quickly move my free hand, rubbing my own clit gently as he fucks me with force – I am so close and he knows it, I can feel myself clenching around his fingers.

"Matty.. Matt.. fuck, I'm – please.." I am almost completely under the covers because I can try to keep my moans in, but my expression definitely cannot be hidden.

"Are you going to cum for me, baby? Come on. Come on my fingers." he's so gentle when he speaks but his fingers are merciless, and that contrast is what drives me over the edge.

"That's it, baby.. that's it." he whispers and I finally cum, trembling a little but I try not to make it so obvious.

He takes his fingers out slowly, caressing my legs in order for me to calm down before he brings them close to his mouth, licking them clean, "when this movie is over, you're leaving with me. I'm eating you out in my car."

He drives me crazy.

[fayes-fics]

Insatiable [Benophie Remix]

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett/Baek

Summary: Just Benedict obsessed with his pregnant wife...

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, pregnancy sex, oral sex (m to f), vaginal sex, breeding kink, dirty possessive talk, fluffy ending.

Word count: 1.4k

Authors Note: This is a Benophie remix of my old fic Insatiable. A late submission for @benophieweek. First smut I have written for this pair; please don't be too harsh! Not betaed. Just utter filth. Enjoy <3

Sophie awakens to a large hand tracing over the swell of her belly. Benedict has been away for a few weeks touring with his artwork, and her body has changed considerably, even in the last few days.

“What are you doing?” She mutters blearily. 

“I am sorry to wake you,” his voice is deep and a little rough as he lays on his side next to her. “I just…. You look so beautiful, my darling.” 

“I am five months pregnant and look like a balloon,” she responds, slightly deadpan.

“No. You look so… oh god… so wonderful,” Benedict breathes, his hand tracing the upper side of her bump to the underside of her breast. “Your curves are amazing,” he whispers, “look at your breasts,” he squeezes one gently through her nightgown. 

She subtly yawns and stretches slightly, pushing her breast into his palm, feeling that stirring deep inside that only he can ever rouse in her.

“Please, please take this off.” Benedict pleads, tugging at her nightgown. “I need to see your naked body. See you, taste you, smell your skin.” 

Sophie can’t say no to him. Ever. Even now, in the middle of the night and still half asleep, hauling herself off the bed, finding it easier to peel off her nightgown standing up. She is uncertain about the changes in her body with her first pregnancy, but the way Benedict is responding makes her glow inside. He groans at the sight of her in the low moonlight of their bedroom.

“Get back up here,” he requests urgently. 

His hand reaches to help her back up onto the bed, encouraging her over his naked body, grabbing her leg to make her straddle his waist, his body so warm between her thighs.

“Look at me, my love” his voice is reverential and gruff. 

His hands run over the swell of her belly, then up to hold her enlarged breasts. She moans gently as he lightly pinches her nipples. 

“I’m sorry, darling, but I am unable to help myself; seeing you like this does things to me,” his stuttering words are rushed, a harsh exhale.

With all the hormones surging through her, it doesn't take much to get so aroused. Just her husband’s light touch has Sophie aching for him, she has missed him so much these last few weeks.

“I know it is probably so wrong, but I just want to fuck you so hard,” Benedict confesses in a throaty whisper, surging up under her. 

“Do it,” Sophie grits out softly, gyrating slowly onto him, dragging her swollen clit against his abdominal muscles as she feels the leaking head of his rigid cock bump her bottom cheek. 

He flips her gently so she is underneath him.

He kisses her fiercely, his tongue snaking into her mouth and drawing little mewls from her throat. Then he drops lower, his nose and hands running over her breasts and belly, breathing deep, tasting her skin. It sets her senses on fire.

“You look wonderful, swollen with my child. Mine,” Benedict growls possessively, his mouth dragging wet kisses over her belly button. His fingertips swirl circles low on her belly, then slip between her legs.

She cries his name loudly as he expertly quests against her nub, so sensitive now. He pushes her legs apart and buries his face there. She exhales a cruse gustily as his tongue quests into her slit, his slight stubble catching on her inner thighs.

“Your taste…” he groans into her soaked flesh, “...so ripe now. God, how can you taste so good? I cannot get enough. I actually want to eat you.” 

He sinks his teeth into her labia and bites gently, nudging his nose into her clit. Sophie moans loudly and runs a hand into his hair, pressing him down and pushing up into his face.

“Yes, my love,” he encourages thickly.

“Please get up here and fuck me,” she murmurs, no longer ashamed to voice her desires to this passionate, sensual man she married, him always championing her to do so. 

“You want my cock?” He teases hotly, between lashing her clit.

“Yesss,” she is hypnotised by him right now, under his spell, “please give it to me.”

Benedict crawls up her body on all fours, his face sinful, dragging his mouth hotly over her bump, biting her nipples, nipping at her neck, until she feels his cock nestling her folds.

“How much, darling? I need to know you want me as much as I want you.” He holds her gaze.

“So much, fuck me now, husband. I want you so badly.” Sophie declares, staring boldly back at him, writhing until his tip is pressed against her entrance. 

He growls and surges into her, pushing all the way to the hilt; her toes and fingers curl at the heavy invasion. He reaches behind her head, grabs a pillow and slides it under her hips. She is so open to him now. 

“That’s it, yes,” he hisses, sliding out and back in with a force that jiggles her whole body.

“I love watching how your body moves when I fuck into you. Especially now,” Benedict’s hands rest lightly on her bump as he pumps into her. She can feel every vein sliding against her walls as they cling to his cock. 

“Look at you. God, You are so beautiful. You are going to have so many of my babies, wife, because I cannot resist you like this.”

He’s pushing deep, bumping her cervix, Sophie crying out in the pleasurable ache that gives, needing it, craving it, him, everything he wants to give.

“I just… fuck…  I always want you like this. I want you pregnant all the time; I am going to fill you every time so you are always with my child.” He curses again, moving faster now, his hands banded around her thighs, pulling her onto his cock, his words interspersed with heavy breaths and grunts.

“Tell me more, husband,” Sophie pleads, every sense heightened. This brand of dirty talk is really working for her today. She loves how much Benedict wants her, worshipping her in this state.

“As soon as you have this baby, Mrs Bridgerton, I’m breeding you again,” he growls. “I’m going to fuck you all day, every day. You will be dripping with my seed.”

“Fuck Benedict,” she stammers. He’s never been quite like this before. Animalistic, his pupils blown wide, his hair sticking at all angles where she has tugged upon it.

“Mine all mine. You were made for me. Made to carry my babies.” He’s moving so quickly that Sophie just clings on, pushing back against his thrusts, chasing her completion, that blinding light dancing behind her eyes. “You want it? You want my seed,” His tone is demanding now. 

“Yes, husband, please give it to me. Give me all your seed. I need it,” she babbles, dangling over the edge of oblivion, words tumbling unbidden in the heat of desire.

His fingers find her bud, and it tips her over the edge. He cries out at the force of her rippling around his shaft.

“Yes, milk me, darling, take what you need,” he grits through his teeth, sweat dripping down his neck as he pushes hard twice, then his whole body shudders around her. She feels him coming deep inside, coating her insides.

“Oh, yesssss,” he slumps over her but is careful to avoid putting pressure on her bump, his body curling so his head rests on her breastbone.

Sophie’s breathing slowly returns to normal as she comes back down from the high cloud of bliss she was floating on. 

“How many babies are we having, Mr Bridgerton?” She teases with a giggle.

“So, so many,” Benedict huffs a laugh. “I’ll build a whole new wing on this house with my bare hands. You have no idea how wonderful you look, darling. I love you so much.” 

He kisses her fervently, sealing his deeds with his words.

“And this little one, too,” he coos, running his fingers over her belly. “I cannot wait to meet her.”

“Oh, You think it’s a girl?” She teases, smoothing out his hair as he shuffles lower to rest his head on her bump.

“I know it is.” He sounds so self-assured. “My two wonderful ladies. The centre of my universe.”

She sighs happily and laces her fingers with his. 

“We both love you very much,” Sophie praises as Benedict falls asleep in her lap with a smile on his face. 

No taglist, as this is not my usual x-reader content.

[meowzfordayz]

to be in love

Author’s Note: not much to note… 😅

to be in love

Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW: mild sexual content

Emergency Request Fulfilled: could you write a comfort fic about Giyu?? (only if you have time ofc)

~faqs~

“What’s on your mind?”

You eye Giyuu for a long second, not quite focused on how blue and earnest his stare is, softness flickering from your face to your hands to your face again. He’s used to waiting. Used to long stretches of doubt and hesitation; of watching the gears turn in your head as you calculate the pros and cons of showing yourself to him — the reassurance you seek tempered by a deep, creeping fear of But what if I don’t deserve it?

“Nothing?”

He raises an eyebrow as you wince at your questioning inflection, your lie clear as day, his fingertips calloused and cool as they reach for your wrists.

“I don’t know,” you amend your response, “It doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t matter to you,” he asks lightly, “Or to me?”

You shrug, “I mean, I guess it matters to me,” your wrists twisting in his grasp, thumbs stroking his pinkies, “But it doesn’t have to matter to you.”

With a low chuckle, Giyuu lifts a stern finger to your chin, coaxing your heated cheeks to meet his searching gaze. He adores these moments, seated across from you at the dining table, sometimes curled up together on the couch, occasionally lying side by side in bed, his eyelids growing heavy as your tentative voice murmurs in a familiar tone Giyuu? As much vulnerability as you’re willing to give him is how much patience he has. He’s greedy, after all, for your trust in him — for the intimacy of overcoming that ringing weight of Am I enough?

“Talk to me. Please.”

“You’ve been in love before.”

He’s quiet, your statement quivering in his chest, frowning when he realizes just how bright your eyes have become, tears threatening to burst through your delicately kept tension.

“I have,” he says, heart clenching as you struggle to look away, “But they weren’t you.”

“Giyuu,” you deadpan, cracking a wry smile even as tears finally begin to fall, “That has got to be the most cliche answer in the book.”

“Oh?” he smiles back, smearing your tears with tender fondness before they drip off your jaw, “There’s a book?”

“I know it shouldn’t bother me because we both lived plenty of lives before we met. I know that. I know that what’s past has passed, and that I should be grateful for that past. I should be grateful for the lives that led us to each other. But I… can you really, truly be in love with me? With your whole heart?”

Silence seeps between your damp skin and Giyuu’s touch, your words processed and contemplated, inspected and prodded. You hold your breath, a bird perched to take flight, his faint smile and adoring eyes never leaving your own watery stare.

“I am really, truly in love with you. With my whole heart.”

“How can you be su-”

“Yes. I have loved before you. I have loved hard. I have loved with what I believed was my entire being. And yes, I have been heartbroken. I have yearned for what was no longer mine. I have wished to reverse time, to try again, to prove I am better than, more than, whatever separated me from my lover.” His smile broadens, undeniable warmth caressing your tears as he continues, “But my heart is complete. There are not bits and pieces of it lost to regret. There is not a single speck of my soul lingering, stalling, hoping to be with anyone else. I am in love with you, and I intend to spend the rest of my life this way.”

“This way?” you whisper.

“Just like this,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead, “Here. In love, with you.”

“But what if-”

“There is no what if,” he interrupts gently, “Not for me. There’s your amazing laughter and your gorgeous smile. And your eyes, so beautiful, so full of love. There’s how cherished I feel by you, and how much I feel I can cherish you. There’re so many things about you, about who I am with you, about us… I can’t guarantee much, but I do know there’s only one of you. And I know how lucky I am to be loved by you; how lucky I am to love you. I find, as we spend more and more of our days together, that I care less and less for what if. You, you’re it.”

Giyuu can tell, the moment your tears begin to glisten with affection and hope. The moment the hardness in your gaze begins to dissolve, the insecurity and coldness in your demeanor melting to a radiant glimmer. He understands how difficult it is, accepting love that you feel is beyond your right — accepting love that you still struggle to believe in. And he knows it’s possible. Knows it’s possible to be loved so completely, so effortlessly, with all the effort in the world, that there isn’t room for fear, for loss, for doubt. That is how you love him.

“I love you,” you grin, licking at the corners of your mouth, saltiness coating your tongue, “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much,” he declares, a brilliant, endeared sound, enamored with the clarity of the emotion in your eyes, “I love you.”

You kiss him slowly, hands cupping his face, another shared laugh closer to forever.

[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

Eat Dessert First

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ (minors dni)

Warnings: cute banter, fluffy goodness, domestic bliss, oral (female receiving), cute nicknames and the cutest ending ever

Word Cont: 1.4k

Author’s Notes: Well long time no fic huh? Life really gets in the way sometimes. I decided when the writers block decided to stick around that I would go through some old fics I never posted and see if there was anything I could change my mind on. I picked five fics that I am nervous but excited to share! Thank you if you take time to read and even more so if you leave any kind of note. I am using my old taglist so please if you want to be removed or added please let me know!! Also for my ao3 readers I swear one day I’ll get it updated.

Ao3 link coming soonish

  Your knuckles wrapped on the wooden surface of the front door as you entered the all too familiar ranch house. You were immediately met with the most amazing smell that had your stomach growling. 

  “I sure hope that’s my honeybee!” The southern drawl of the man you loved echoed from the kitchen and you smiled at the sound. 

  “Who else is going to just waltz in here barely announced?” You spoke with a smirk as you rounded the corner. 

  The sight before you would never get old. Your boyfriend of four years cooking away in his kitchen, making dinner for the two of you. It was an almost daily occurrence but it still made the butterflies in your stomach rapid. Jack Daniels and yourself had stumbled into each other's lives and even though a relationship was far from both of your minds things just fell into place. Jack paused what he was doing to turn to you. He pulled you into him and quickly locked his lips to yours in a deep, toe curling kiss. 

  “You keep kissing me like that cowboy, we are going to forget dinner and head straight for dessert,” you smirked as he pulled away. 

  “Now darlin’ I’ve been slaving away in this kitchen but you do know my favorite saying right?” He gazed down at you with a twinkle in his eyes. 

  “Life is short. Eat dessert first,” you let out a giggle as he pulled away and went back to his cooking. 

  You knew then you had to tempt him just a little bit more so you found a clear spot on the counter and jumped, sliding yourself comfortably on the cool service. Jack gazed at you and you gave him a wide innocent smile. He let out a chuckle and shook his head. 

  “What?” You asked, teasing him, swinging your legs gently. 

  “You drive me crazy. After all these years, you still just drive me crazy.” 

  “I am simply sitting on your counter minding my business. I have no idea what you are talking about.” You couldn’t keep the smile off your face if you tried. 

  Jack sat down the spoon he was using to move around whatever sauce he was working on and stalked over to you. You now were slightly taller than him but not by much but even with slightly looking down at him you felt as if he was gazing down at you. 

  “You know exactly what you are doing darlin’ and soon what I’m fixing will go in the oven for a bit and I am going to devour you.” Jack smirked knowing his words were going to leave you wanting. 

  He had definitely raised you. Your teasing manner fell and you found yourself panting, realizing how hot it was in the kitchen. You glared at him when he gazed over at you with a winning smirk. 

  “Don’t give me that look. If you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen darlin’…literally.” He winked and you stuck your tongue out at him but followed up with a laugh which he joined in on. 

  The two of you fell into normal conversation asking each other about your days and anything else you had yet to discuss through the text messages exchanged throughout the day. These were the moments you always loved, the domestic ones. Simple and small but always left a lasting impression. You watched him as he moved around the kitchen before finally placing the almost finished meal into the oven and then threw the oven mitts on the counter. He all but stalked toward you and you welcomed him with opening your legs for him to stand between and laced your arms around his neck. Your fingers went into his hair as his lips fell to yours in a needy kiss. You sighed at the feeling of having him so close. So ready for him to touch you where you needed him most. 

  You had worn a pair of leggings which Jack maneuvered you carefully out of discarding them on the kitchen floor. He pulled away to look at you, his forehead resting on yours. 

  “No underwear huh? Did you plan this angel?” 

  “Maybe, maybe not,” you smirked and pulled his lips back to yours. 

  He smirked against your lips before finally moving down on you. His lips brushed down your neck and soon he was on his knees, his arms wrapping around your legs and spreading you open for him. You let out a whimper at the cool air hitting your wet center. 

  “Jack please,” you begged looking down at him with one hand white knuckling the counter edge and the other tangled in his brown locks. 

  “I’ve got you angel. Look at you so wet,” he breathed before his lips fell to you and you let out a loud moan. 

  Your head fell back to the counters behind you and your eyes fluttered closed in pure pleasure. This was something else that could never get old. The way Jack made you feel was not of this earth, hell the universe. He still made your head spin and he knew your body better than you did. Two fingers entered you and your mouth fell open in a gasp followed by a moan before you forced your eyes open to take in the sight before you. Jack’s head between your thighs pushing you closer and closer to your impending high. 

  “Jack I-,” you whimpered. 

  Jack simply answered with a moan against the vibrations coursing through you and the wave took you under. Your head went back, you back arched and you let out a loud moan that made you thankful Jack had no neighbors. He kept pushing you through your orgasm as your legs shook around him until you collapsed panting. His mouth fell away and his fingers left you causing you to feel empty. Your eyes fluttered open to be met with brown eyes gazing at you. 

  “Always so perfect and delicious,” Jack murmured as he kissed you. 

  You moaned against him, tasting yourself in his mouth. You reached down for Jack’s pants but his hand stopped you. You pulled away looking at him with a confused expression. 

  “It’s your turn,” you pouted softly. 

  “Later darlin’. We got all night,” he smirked as he gave you one more peek just as the timer went off. “Perfect timing dinner is ready. I gotta clean my girl up first.” 

  Jack made quick work cleaning the both of you up before helping you from the counter onto shaky knees. He didn’t let you go until you were stable and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh as you slipped your leggings back on as he pulled dinner from the oven. 

  “We are worse than a bunch of teenagers huh?” Jack laughed with you. 

  “Kind of but I love it.” 

  “As do I,” he leaned, giving you one last kiss before fixing each of you a plate. 

  You sat at his dining room table and dug in a comfortable silence falling between the two of you as you ate. You were glancing around Jack’s house as you always found yourself doing when you looked back at him. He had stopped eating and was watching you. You smiled softly. 

  “What is it?” You asked. 

  “Move in with me.” 

  It wasn’t a question, just a simple statement and it took you by surprise. It shouldn’t have, you had waited for it for a while now but all the same it made your stomach flip in the best way. 

  “Are you sure?” You spoke trying to keep your wide smile at bay. 

  “I’ve never been more sure about anything honeybee. It’s about time. I like the way you look here. It feels right when you are here. It doesn’t feel so big and lonely anymore and I don’t ever want it to again.” 

  You felt tears spring into your eyes but a smile split your face wide. 

  “I would love to move in. I’ve never felt more at home than I do with you.” 

  Jack’s smile matched yours and the two of you carefully leaned over the table and kissed each other. You finished your meals with bright smiles. The two of you laughed as you washed up the kitchen and made plans as you headed to bed to get you moved in. As you laid in bed Jack hovering over you already panting and wanting he smiled down at you before kissing you. 

  “Welcome home honeybee.” 

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[mitchhbitch]

The Unknown: The Strangers!Nick Folio

Pairings: Nick Folio x OC

Warnings: Angst. It contains language. Blood/Violence. Dark themes. If this makes you uncomfortable or you are under 18, please do not read! Thank you.

Summary: A weekend getaway turns into a nightmare when Nick and Michelle's vacation is disrupted by three masked intruders, one least expected.

Authors Note: First off, I want to say that this is the first fic I have ever written. It is something that I enjoyed writing, so I hope you enjoy it just as much. I am sorry that it took me this long to finish it. This is based on one of my all time favorite horror movies The Strangers. Thank you for reading it! I hope you all love it. Also, shout out to my bestie @thescarlettvvitch for helping me with this and for showing amazing support and love.

TAGS: @thescarlettvvitch @thefallennightmare @spicywhenspeaking @cookiesupplier @dsireland86

As I get out of my car, I see nothing but darkness. It was late by the time I pulled in. All I can hear are the animals being vocal. My boyfriend Nick invited me to his family’s cabin. It was an exhausting three hour long trip. 

Nick came bounding down the stairs with a big smile on his face, “Hey babe. Glad you made it here safe. I’m sorry I wasn't able to drive up here with you. There was a problem with the shower so I had to come and fix it up.” He greets me with a kiss. 

I smile excitedly and kiss him back “Hi baby. I’m glad I finally made it. No worries. Were you able to fix the issue?”

He grabbed both of my bags with one hand. How he managed the strength? I couldn’t say. 

“Oh yeah. It took about half of the day but I got it all fixed up. Plus I needed everything to be perfect for when you got here” he winked at me as he went inside the cabin.

I blushed. My cheeks turned a vibrant red in hue as I followed him, “It’s going to be perfect because we are going to be together.” Closing  the door and walking into the living room, “wow this place is nice. Feels very homey.” My eyes gleamed with warmth. 

“Are you ready to just relax this weekend?” Nick said softly, grazing my cheek with this thumb as he passed by me walking into the living room.

Sitting on the green sofa, he looked so content. I turn to look at him with a big smile, getting up from my spot on the lounge chair to go sit next to him.

“Yes. School has me wanting to rip out my hair. It's just been so hectic with studying for finals. It has me on the verge of a breakdown. But I am so glad to be here with you. With that, that also means no school and work talk anymore.”

Gently  putting  his arm around me, I nestled under the crook of his arm. I looked up at him longingly, he placed a  kiss on my forehead, “Sounds like a plan babe. I forgot to mention that being up here, we don't get very good or any signal and the wifi has been out for a couple of days. I got an email about that before I came up here. I have been trying to get someone up here but it's been difficult.”

Leaning into his arm, I joked, “well that sucks. How am I supposed to let my family and friends know that I haven't been kidnapped or killed?” 

Nick throws his head back and lets out a loud laugh, “Don't worry. I’ll protect you from anything Michelle.”

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While cooking dinner, I pour myself a glass of whiskey. Whiskey was my weakness. Hennessy and a lot of bad decisions. 

 Nick shouted from the living room “I'm going to go take a shower. I'll be back.” He left for the bathroom. Once I hear the shower start, I put my phone on the speaker and play some music.

There was a knock at the door. It was loud and echoed through the house. I was Confused. We weren’t expecting anyone. I went and opened it half way, peeking my head out. “Hello. Can I help you?”

A woman with long black hair, yellow beanie snug on her head. She was short in stature and whispered low while looking down at her shoes. “I'm looking for Jamie.” 

I couldn't see her face because of the porch light. It was too bright, I responded with a scowl. “I'm sorry there is no Jamie here.”

She asked me again, more demanding while keeping her head down  “Is Jamie here?”  

I sighed, already fed up. “There's no Jamie here. I already told you.”

The woman brought her head up to look me in the eyes, her gaze penetrating. “Okay. Whatever you say.” Slowly began walking away from the door. 

I closed and locked it shut. Walking towards the kitchen. Another knock is heard from the door. 

Frustrated, I turn back over towards it, peeking through the peephole. 

Christ, these people. Slowly reopening it, I was greeted with a different female this time. I couldn't make out her features but was only able to see her short and crimson locks. 

She quietly says as she looks down to the heels of my feet.  “Is Jamie here?”

I look at her, irritation steering through my veins. “Look I told your friend that there is no Jamie here. So leave before I call the police.”

The girl replies “okay.” She slowly looks up at me for a couple seconds and walks off. 

Closing and locking the door with a sigh, Nick asked from behind me “who was that?” 

I  jumped and turned to face him, “You almost gave me a heart attack. I don't know who that was. It was a strange chick looking for someone named Jamie. It was weird.” Shaking my head at the thought. Maybe I was losing it.  “Anyways, dinner is ready. Let's go eat.”

As we eat our dinner, Nick looks up from his plate, placing his fork on mine, fiddling with my carrots.  “How was the drive up here?” Did you enjoy it or was it too much for you?” He was never one for a quiet dinner, rambunctious by nature. 

I look at him with a bright smile, all teeth.  “The drive was okay. I'm not a fan of long drives but this one was manageable. It was peaceful.” 

Nick gave me a goofy grin. I melted internally as he grabbed my hand and placed to his lips leaving me a tender kiss, “You know i wouldn’t torture you with a very long trip.”

 I chuckled, taking his hand in return. “How very thoughtful of you, baby.”

I start gathering the dishes and take them to the kitchen. I place them on the sink looking out the kitchen window, I see a person standing near the trees. Confused, I called out for Nick “hey babe! Come here please”

Nick walks into the kitchen “what's up?” he goes over to me and puts his arm around my waist. 

“There is someone out there. I saw someone standing near that tree” I turn to look at him

Nick turns to look out the window “I don't see anyone out there babe. Maybe it's just the drink getting to you.” He looks at me and smirks 

I roll my eyes and move away from him “I only had half a cup. I swear to you I saw someone out there.”

As soon as he opened his mouth to reply to me there was a loud bang coming from the front door. 

Nick goes to the front door and opens it only to be greeted by no one there. Confused, he looks around and goes back inside “that was weird. There was no one there.”

I shrug and go back to the kitchen. I see that my phone isn't on the counter, confused. I start looking around for it “babe have you seen my phone? I left it near the counter when I was cooking and it's not there.” 

Nick leans against the door frame “no i haven't seen it. Are you sure you left it there? Maybe you just misplaced it.”

Looking at him annoyed, I answer “No Nicholas. I didn't misplace it. I know where I left it at. It couldn't just get up and walk away from me.”

Nick “I'll help you look for it. I'm sure it's around here. Like you said I don't think it got up and just left.” he looks around the living room.

I walk into the bedroom and look around for it. I get on the floor to look under the bed when I see a pair of feet on the other side of the bed. I see the person wearing black dress pants and black boots. Confusion running through my head, I sit up and look up to find no one there. 

“Nick come here please” I say from the bedroom while getting up. Nick walks into the bedroom “yes Michelle?” I look down to his pants and his shoes and see that he is wearing black levis and all black nike air max 90s. 

Nick smirks at me “baby if you want something you just gotta say it, you don't have to be a tease about it” he sits on the edge of the bed close to me. 

I roll my eyes “have you always been wearing those shoes or did you just change them?” 

Nick replies “I have always been wearing these shoes. Why?” I look at him horror flashing through me making me get goosebumps “I I think someone is in here. When I was looking for my phone under the bed, I looked across and I saw a pair of legs. The person was wearing boots”

“Are you sure? The only people here are us. I would think we would have been able to hear if someone came in here. Again, you need to stop watching horror movies” Nick says as looks at me 

Frustrated I responded “I swear on anything I saw someone standing on the other side of the bed. Stop gaslighting me Nicholas. I'm so close to leaving you here. I still can't find my phone.” 

Nick sighs “I'm sorry. Please forgive  me?” he pouts and brings me close to him.

I smile and kiss him “I guess I can accept your apology Folio. You are going to have to make it up” I put my hands on his shoulders as I stood between his legs.

Nick looks up at me and smirks “you don't have to tell me. I have thought of every way I am going to make it up to you baby.” 

Just as I was about to lean down to kiss him, the lights were cut off. I gasped in horror not knowing what could have caused this. 

Nick looks at me “well that's strange. I'm going to go to the garage to get some flashlights. I’ll be back babe.” He says as he makes his way out of the room to the garage.

I make my way to the living room to see if I can find some candles. I hear a tapping sound coming from the back door. Confused, I make my way to the back door, pull open the curtain when I'm greeted by a girl in a mask holding a knife. I scream and back up.

 As I'm running to the bedroom, I see a shadow down the hall. I gasp and run into the bathroom and lock the door. I go inside the bathtub and sit. I bring my knees up to my chest. Crying and shaking out of fear, I look at the door. I see it being shaked and pulled. I cry even more. 

The door gets kicked open and the shadow gets close to me. “Michelle, what are you doing here?”

 Nick asked me while standing near the bathtub. When I hear his voice, I get up and encircle his waist.  “Oh Nick. I saw someone outside holding a knife and I don't know if it was the same person b b but I saw someone in the hallway. I want to leave. Please, I want to go home.” I plead.

 Nick sighs and holds me tightly in muscular arms, “Alright, Alright. Let's go back home. Let's start packing” He goes to the bedroom.

“No! I don't care about my stuff. I just want to get out of here!” I get out of the bathroom and go to the living room. Nick follows me “What is going on with you? There is no one else besides us here” I turn to look at him and see someone standing a few feet away from him. I scream. 

Nick turns around and backs up to me “who are you!” he calls out. The masked person walked to us slowly. It was the same girl that was tapping the window. 

Nick holds my hand and runs out the front door to the car. I held and ran with him. As we got to the car there was a masked man standing near it. He had a ski mask and was fairly tall. He was holding a lighter in his hand. As fast as we saw the lighter in his hand was just as fast as he threw it to the car making it light up. 

Nick looks at the car “fuck. We ran back inside. As soon as Nick closed the door an ax came down on it. Screaming, I backed away from the door. Nick ran to me and turned to look at me. With his hands, he grabbed my face looking at me.

 “I need you to go hide for me, okay? I have a weapon in the garage and I need to go get it. I'm going to come right back for you. I love you” he kisses me softly and lets go of me and makes his way out of the room.

 I grab his hand to stop him “Nick I want to go with you please. I don't want to be left alone here.” Nick looks at me “it will be okay. I promise you. Everything will be fine Michelle.” I let go of his arm “please be careful Nick.” I say to him as he walks out of the backdoor. I follow behind him slowly watching him till he gets to the garage. Suddenly I hear a noise near the garage thinking that Nick could have gotten hurt, I go out and start walking towards it. 

Once I get close to it I see that there is a girl standing there in a pin up mask. I look at her out of fear and start walking backwards. As I take my steps she starts walking towards me. I turn to run and she walks behind me. 

I ran into the house and hid in a closet. I cover my mouth to keep any noises from coming out of me. I suddenly see a silhouette standing across the closet door. 

Suddenly the door gets pulled open and there is a girl wearing a doll mask standing in front of me. I let out a horrified scream.

 Trying to run past her, she slices my arm with her knife. I ran to the living room. As soon as I got to it, I saw a man in a mask dragging Nick by the shirt and tossing him into the middle of the living room. Nick is beaten and bloody.

 I gasp and go to kneel beside him and hold him. I cry and look at him. The three masked strangers stand in front of us next to each other. The masked man squats down to look at us.

 I look at him and say “Why are you doing this? Why us?” He looks at me with a smile and says “because you are here and you answered the door.” He stands up and stands next to the other two girls.

The masked man looks at both of the girls and says “It's time”. He takes out a knife and looks at Nick and I. The room is silent except for the sobs that are leaving my mouth. 

“Please don't do this. Please. You can take whatever you want. I-I promise I won't say anything to anyone.” I plead to them. 

The girl in the pin up mask takes it off and throws it on the ground. Next to take off their mask is the girl wearing the doll mask. 

The last one to take off their mask is the guy in the ski mask. He stands out to me the most because he looks familiar. 

Nick looks at me and says “I'm sorry this had to be done.” 

He gets up and stands next to the girl with the long black hair. He wipes the blood from his lip with the back of his hand and takes the knife that the guy gives to him. I look at him shocked and confused and angry not knowing what to do. 

“I I don't understand. Why?- Wait- you’re apart of this? Why did you do this?” 

Nick looks at me expressionless. “Because you were so different from the rest, don't you get it? You sweet, sweet dumb girl. You were a mere ploy, a means to an end.”

 I look at him shocked. “You don't mean that, I don't believe you!” 

Nick goes to me and squats in front of me “you don't have to” He traces the knife along my jawline. 

I look at him with a terrified expression and whisper “Nicholas, don't do this please.” I beg him crying on my knees. He leaned so close to me, his lip grazing my ear and whispered,  “Nicholas isn't here right now, please leave a message after the beep.” 

Three long beats go by and he leans back to look at me. I look at him and see his pupils are dilated.His eyes are no longer the light brown that I know, all I see is darkness showing no emotion. No love. No worries. Nothing. 

Nick looks at me with an evil smirk and grabs my jaw, squeezing it hard, he licks his lips and said;  

“You look so delicious like this, so weak and defenseless. Makes me want to put on a show before you lose.” 

I look at him angry and spit at him “Fuck you Nick! I hate you!” Nick laughs and wipes the spit from his face with the back of his hand, “those are some nice last words you have to say baby.” I try to move his hand from my jawline but he's stronger than me.

 He lets go and pushes me back, making me fall back onto the floor. I turn to see that one by one the strangers are leaving the cabin. Nick stands over me and knees down to straddle me. 

His knees are on either side of my hips. Eyes locked on mine as he spoke harshly,  “You know, I wasn't lying when I said that you were different from the rest. You were my favorite one.”

 I look up at him screaming, a guttural and loud growl erupts. “Please! Nick please! Don't do this! I-I promise I won't say anything to anyone!” I kicked my legs and hit him on the chest. 

Nick takes one last look at me and pushes the knife right above my right breast. I scream in horror and try to fight him off of me. 

Nick pushes it deeper and takes it out. As he takes the knife out,  blood starts seeping out and spilling on my shirt and on the floor. 

Specks of blood land on his arms. He stabs me a couple more times and gets up to look down at me. I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out. I roll over onto my stomach and cry. 

Trying to crawl away from him, he grabs me by the foot pulling me back. I turn to him to look at him, still on my stomach as tears fall down my face, I whisper “I love you Nick”. As those words leave my mouth, no emotion is being shown by him. 

I close my eyes to not look at him. Remembering all the happy memories we shared together. He brings down the knife stabbing me on the back. 

Nick takes out the knife, setting it on the kitchen counter. He takes one last look at me before walking out of the cabin. He gets into a car with the three strangers. 

Taking off. I open my eyes and look around to make sure he isn't around anymore. I get up slowly and make my way to the kitchen, seeing my phone on the counter as if it was never missing. 

My hands shake as I pick it up making a phone call. Hearing the dial tone on the other side, I take a deep breath.

911 what's your emergency?....

[nahoney22]

Honeybunch, my beloved 💚💚💚

Congratulations on your 4,000 followers!!! That's so amazing, and you deserve so many more for your talented writing 🥰

You were one of my earlier moots when I joined Tumblr and entered The Clone Wars fandom. You've been so kind to me and helped me get started writing my first reader fic! I'll always be grateful for your advice and encouragement you gave me 🥺

So, here I am, super excited to be part of your 4,000 follower celebration 🤩

I'm sending in my first request! I restled with this one because I couldn't decide which clone I wanted, so you may see me again in your ask box 😁

I have to choose my beloved Fives for this one 💙 He will always be my favorite.

SFW, please, and I'm thinking of some super fluffy vibes, but not overly sappy.

I don't know if you've seen the movie Elemental, but the way Wade looks at Ember with just this awestruck and dumbfounded face is what I'm thinking. He just thinks everything she does is amazing and that she is amazing.

A couple prompts that I saw that fit this are: "You're a beautiful person, inside and out", "sometimes I look at you and wonder how I got so lucky", "everytime I see you, I fall in love all over again", and "you take my breath away".

I hope this is enough information to evoke the vibe I'm thinking of 😅

As always, feel free to toss out my ask if it's not vibing with you! If it is a vibe, then I can't wait to see what you come up with 🤩 Take all the time you need! I'm in no rush 😊

Please and thank you, with love 💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

4000 Prompt List Celebration

Fives X F!Reader

word count: 682

SFW

prompts:

“You take my breath away.”

“Every time I see you, I fall in love all over again.”

warnings: none, fluff! Established relationship, female reader.

authors note: BESTIE! Thank you for sending this request in. It’s a little short but I hope it’s sweet enough (not too smushy)

Wiping the sweat from your brow, the noonday surge of customers had hit your cozy little bakery with the force of an oncoming train. As patrons snatched up every delectable morsel you had to offer, you swiftly replenished the counter, meticulously tidied the tables, and swept the floor in anticipation of the next wave of customers.

With a sigh of relief, you stretched your fatigued muscles, but a knock at the window immediately seized your attention. A wide smile graced your lips as you locked eyes with your boyfriend, Fives.

You signaled for him to enter, and with the shop now relatively tranquil, housing only a couple of patrons tucked away in a corner, you leaped into his arms. He spun you around, both of you enveloped in joyful laughter.

"Hey, babe," he chuckled, gently placing you back on solid ground and leaving a tender kiss on your lips. "Are you busy?"

"Not anymore," you beamed, moving back behind the counter, and gesturing to the array of delectable confections. "Just survived the lunch rush. Hungry?"

"That depends," he said with a mischievous grin, "is it on the house?"

"For you? Never."

He rolled his eyes and playfully leaned his arms on the counter. "Oh, how you wound me, pretty girl.”

Responding with a mischievous smile, you swiftly turned around and fetched a bag of treats that you had thoughtfully prepared in advance. You were well aware that Fives had been spending a lot of time patrolling the streets of Coruscant lately (whether it was to escape duty and visit your workplace was a matter of speculation). So, you had taken it upon yourself to assemble a bag of sweet delights for him.

Placing the bag on the counter, you folded your arms smugly across your chest as he raised a curious eyebrow and peered inside. Instantly, a grin lit up his face, and he leaned closer to you. "Have I ever told you that every time I see you, I fall in love all over again?"

Matching his stance, you leaned over your side of the counter. "All the time."

"And my point will forever stand," he declared, stealing a quick kiss before straightening up and tucking the bag under his arm. "I see you've even packed something for Jesse... should I be jealous?"

"Not at all," you laughed, sensing his feigned offense. "It saves you two from getting reprimanded if you're caught coming in here. Again," you reminded him with a knowing look.

Sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck, his mind drifting back to the memory of Obi-Wan catching him and Jesse indulging in secret snacks in the back corner of the bakery. They had received an earful, but if it meant seeing you, he'd willingly go through it all over again. "In that case, I should shoot off."

You walked around the counter and approached him, extending your arms, and he didn't hesitate to pull you into a warm, tight embrace. After a moment, he released you, cupped your cheeks, and sighed almost dreamily.

"You take my breath away," he cooed, playfully squishing your cheeks before sharing a gentle kiss with you. You couldn't help but giggle against his prolonged and unbroken kiss, pushing on his shoulders until he stumbled back, acting dazed and spinning around like a lovesick character in an animated holofilm. Idiot.

"I'll see you soon," he called from the door, giving you a quick wave.

Before he completely departed, he turned to steal one last glance at you, his gaze filled with unmistakable affection. His feelings were genuine; he had never adored anyone as deeply as he adored you. Your presence made his heart race uncontrollably, and a constant smile seemed to have taken residence on his face. Even during work, his thoughts were consumed by you.

You caught him staring and asked, "What are you gawking at?"

"Someone beautiful," he replied with a heartfelt sincerity, his eyes locked onto yours.

As he eventually disappeared from sight, you couldn't help but think that you should probably prepare another bag of treats, just in case.

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[joels-darlin]

Braces

Pairings: Jack Daniels x f!reader

Warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex, bondage, restraints, consensual sex, rope bondage, dirty talk, praise, oral sex (female receiving), rough kissing, kinks, kink exploration

Summary: You have one request for Jack and it involves a very special accessory in your favourite room.

Word count: 1,693

Author Note:  Oh hello! I have returned and I'm back on my shit. Sorry if this is bad but I am rusty af and getting back into writing again has been an journey. Only one way to start it and that is with everyone's favourite cowboy, Jack Daniels!! This piece was written with someone special in mind. You know who you are and hope you enjoy it, sorry I kept you waiting so long! ❤ I did it though, I finally wrote for that damn cowboy! Also, special thanks to my good friend B who helped me with this and gave the push I needed to finish it! ❤ Credit to @lady-bess for the amazing mood board for this fic❤

Enjoy all and any feedback is appreciated, thankyou!

Jack knew what he was doing.

Teasing.

And he loved every single minute of it.

It all started the second he plucked the braces out of the drawer, knowing quite well the response it would elicit from you. A cheeky smirk plastered across his face as you lay in bed, still worn out from this morning’s escapades, as he donned his Statesman attire for a day in the office. Feeling the heat rising on your already flushed cheeks, but also between your legs at the thought of him using his braces for something else.

Which lead to this moment. Jack had barely been through the door a minute and you were on him, not a single word uttered between you both. Arms slung around his neck pulling him as close as possible to your frame. Lips connected together in a fight for dominance, barely taking a moment to stop for a breath. Knowing exactly what you wanted, the cowboy, and damn you were having him.

The kissing continued feverishly. Jack slipping his tongue past your lips to explore your mouth in ways you could’ve never imagined, making you moan wanton.

“Sugar, tell me what you want?” he said softly, moving his hand to take your chin softly between his thumb and forefinger, guiding it up slowly so you could lock eyes with his.

“Can you maybe tie me up…withyourbraces?” the words coming out in one jumbled mess, nerves clearly taking over. Throughout your relationship there had never been a time where you had been scared to ask Jack for anything, but this was uncharted territory, something as a couple you had never tried before.

“Try that again darlin’, slower for me hmm” he said, guiding the words out of you slowly, desperate to hear what was going through that pretty little head of yours. Flashing Jack a small smile in return you took a short but deep breath in before trying again.

“I want you to…tie me up with the…braces” you stuttered, feeling the blush creeping on your already flushed cheeks at the request.

Jack grinned wide gazing down on you, those brown orbs darkening further, gently taking your hands in his, he spoke softly.

“Sugar, you remember your safe word right? I’m only doing this if you are 100 percent with it okay?” Nodding in earnest at him, you wanted this. Oh so badly. Within seconds you were hiked up and over his shoulder, a loud slap sound bouncing off the walls of the room as his hand made contact with the semi-bare skin of your ass.

“Damn cowboy” you muttered, a deep chuckle coming from the man as you headed for the bedroom.

Closing the bedroom door he slammed you roughly against it, kissing each other feverishly; peeling what very little clothing adorned your body in-between breaths. You stood naked, Jack still dressed in the same shirt and pants he donned earlier in the day. Abandoning the kissing for a moment, chests heaving and frantically trying to catch your breath. More importantly the braces were still on, trying your hardest not to physically drool at the sight.

“Now darlin’ I’m gonna ask one last time, are you sure?” Those dark brown orbs gazing down at you again, a hint of warmth and lust shining brightly through.

“Yes Jack, pleaseeee” virtually begging. Knowing that was something he could not resist, a simple nod to give the signal to get on the bed; not far behind.

Unhooking the braces one at a time from the clasps at his waist, discarding them on the quilt, both items coming off with a snap. A sound that only got you even more aroused, the burning in your lower stomach set alight once again, legs parting at the sight of watching him.

“Good girl” he muttered, his low and gravely tone sending a shockwave to your centre.

Taking your left wrist between his palms Jack lay soft, gentle kisses on the skin. For a man with such a hard and stern aura about him, when it came to you he was loving and tender. One thing you adored about your cowboy, watching in awe as he removed his lips from your wrist, picking up the brace from the bed.

The coolness of the material took you by surprise at first, making contact with the bare skin. Jack gently putting the first restraint around your left wrist before securing it to the headboard. Proceeding to then do the same with the opposite, arms now suspended above you and tied firmly in place. Hovering over you Jack gently kissed your lips, venturing further down your body leaving soft kisses in his wake, to the place you needed it mostly.

The dull ache in your wrists was only adding to the burning desire in your lower stomach. Every sense heightened as his lips attacked your skin in a frenzied haste, kissing and weaving his way down. Then he hit the sweet spot. Tongue lightly glancing over the sensitive bundle of nerves, making you writhe and scream out in pleasure; back arching off the bed. Jack going down on you was one thing, but doing it whilst you couldn’t touch him? Torture. But in a good way. Pulling against the restraints the bed shook abruptly, wrists crying out in pain as you fought against them. A loud crash of the metal headboard against the wall pulling his focus.

“Sugar…behave” Jack warned. He could feel you trembling with excitement making him pause briefly, the loss of his tongue from your clit making you whine out in frustration. How could you possibly act normal when you have a cowboy between your legs, lapping away at your core like it was his last meal. To make things worse you couldn’t even touch him.

“Jack, please…just…” words leaving your lips in a breathy manner. Forgetting about the braces, you move arms to reach out, the headboard jolting again with a loud thud as you pulled against the restraints. Another groan leaving your lips making Jack giggle mischievously from below. You were getting riled up now, wanting nothing more than to have your man make you scream and writhe as you come undone underneath him. But no, he was taking the slow route tonight, making a mental note to get payback next time for the games he was playing.

“Sugar, this what you want?”

Completely fixated eyes on the cowboy as he sat back on his knees. Watching with intent he reached down into his boxers pulling out his already hard, weeping cock.

“Jack, pleaseeeee” you needed him and begging was the only way to get it. Stopping yourself from moaning loudly at the sheer sight of his hard member. Wrapping his hand around his length Jack gave it a few pumps, soft whimpers leaving his lips; hand moving up and down slowly.

Jack leant down crowding your body, aligning at your entrance. Teasing once again he swiped the head of his cock through your soaking wet folds, nudging your already sensitive clit lightly making you gasp.

Without any warning Jack thrust into you hard completely filling you to the hilt, which had you crying out in pleasure. His length reaching the places only he was made to reach. Jack rolled his hips down into you roughly never missing a beat, moans tumbling from you at speed and volume; the hot, burning desire spreading through you like a wildfire. You had already been close whilst he was eating away at your core but now, who even knows how long you were going to last.

“Darlin’, look at you taking me so well…made for me” Jack grunted, continuing to pound into you at alarming speed. The peak was approaching fast for the both of you, Jack's movements getting sloppier at the feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock.

He loved watching your body and how it reacted to every move and every touch. Of course not forgetting those beautiful moans that tumbled from your lips, which echoed around the room only spurring him on further.

Jack was so close. The sounds of you moaning his name and watching his cock sink in and out of your soaked cunt, were bringing him closer and closer to his peak.

“Darlin’ not gonna…last long” words leaving his lips in gasps as he tumbled closer and closer.

“Come for me Jack…inside…I’m gonna-”

That encouragement was all he needed and after a couple more hard thrusts, you both come undone. Walls throbbing around him milking his cock as he spurted ropes of cum deep inside of you. Both moaning each other’s names in unison. Flopping down on top of you, you both took a moment to recover. The sounds of both your frantic breaths filling the room as you come down from your high.

Jack was the first to move, realising you were still tied up his hands went straight to the restraints freeing your wrists. Fingers softly caressing over the red marks on the skin there. Scooping you up into his arms, he carefully manoeuvred to sit back against the headboard, you sat in his lap head tucked into the crook of his neck. The blanket now around you both. Jack didn’t just give his everything during sex, the aftercare was on another level. Always making sure you were comfortable, had snacks and were hydrated.

“Everything okay sugar?”

“Yeah Jacky, that was everything I needed and more been thinking about it for a while…thankyou” you giggled, feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks. Ducking your head further into the crook of his neck to hide. Feeling the slight shaking of his frame as he chuckled along with you.

Leaning down Jack pressed a light kiss in your hair, fingers tracing comforting patterns along the soft skin of your arms. Moving from his neck you closed the small gap between you, stealing a few chaste kisses. Leaning back, eyes locking with his, you smiled widely at your cowboy.

“Anytime sugar, I love you” he whispered softly.

It was then that you decided the braces were definitely being put to use again.

[anakinfests]

✨ day one reveals of submissions are here! if you haven't already, check the rest of the amazing fics and art submitted on the ao3 collection.

01. thou art my master, and my author thou by spitfired.

There was a part of Obi-Wan that was happy, happy to see his knot buried deep in his omega. That part of Obi-Wan whispered at the back of his mind, yours, yours, yours, finally yours. Force, he gritted his teeth and resisted the overwhelming desire, all-consuming thirst at the back of his throat to sink his teeth down into the back of Anakin’s neck and leave a scarring bite on the soft skin of his nape.

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OR: They were two years into the war when it happened. One fight gone wrong, and Obi-Wan lost control, lost everything, the man realized.

And yet- and yet, he still desired Anakin, the way he had when the man had first presented as an omega and Obi-Wan knew that he would always love his padawan more than the Jedi Order would ever approve of.

Attached.

That was it.

02. am i good enough for your kiss by silianrail.

Obi-Wan gives Anakin a reward for being a good boy. It proves to be a bit too much to handle.

03. 1- 14 Romances, Op.34: No.14, Vocalise by innominatta (acrylicsalt).

Prompt:

Obi-Wan is a orchestra conductor. Anakin is the first violinist.

Their concerts are not the only place where Anakin follows Obi-Wan's orders. Especially if it gets him getting railed in Obi-Wan's apartment...

04. Furious than a dragon by katdickxgrayson.

Princess!Anakin being kidnapped by a dragon! obi-wan and he doesn't really want to run away but craves that huge dragon cock instead

05. we repeat what we don't repair by RexIsMyCopilot.

Anakin has had a shit dom before and treated very badly, knowing nothing about things like aftercare, and though his body has been conditioned to react, is ashamed about his wants. Obi-Wan finds out and can properly show him how it's supposed to be, fixing both his body and mind.

06. you say I'm lookin' like a rothko by innominatta (acrylicsalt).

“Look at my pretty, used Jedi,” Obi-Wan purred, a hand coming out to gently caress over a sweaty cheek. Anakin nodded desperately, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch. “For you,” he croaked, as if this entire thing wasn’t set up for Anakin like they’d both agreed upon. Obi-Wan hummed in consideration. “Can you take more?” Obi-Wan asked, his hand moving to stroke himself. Anakin’s eyes narrowed in on that point and he gasped. “Yes, yes, please,” Anakin begged, still wanting more even after he’d been covered with bodies. “You–I want you.”

07. Restraint by KinkUncritical (CrimsonSynastry).

“I’ve a treat for you, Anakin,” he continues then on a softer voice, and it is the promise that his words hold that have the man’s skin pebbling where he kneels. “You’ve been so good, and you deserve it..”

Another pause.

“But you must keep your eyes closed….”

Anakin does as he is commanded for the day, and then waits for his Master to return home. When Obi-Wan does return, he brings with him a gift. One he is certain his dearest pet, Anakin, will love.

08. Seeing Stars by MatchesOnlyBurn.

Anakin can't sleep, and not for reasons he can talk to his very concerned former Master about.

This all started because of that kriffing dream.

Fill for the Sub!Anakin Fest

[skzdarlings]

Hey darling :D

I haven't sent my usual play-by-play rants this time XD That chapter was to be digested in silence fr🧘‍♀️

A 10k word count is no joke so firstly, thank you for deciding to share this story with the fam <3 I can't wrap my head around the fact that there was supposed to be more, but you opted to make it a different chapter

So, dearest darling, I just wanted to say:

Each fic you do, the thing I find most exciting is the creative ways you dodge using 'y/n'. Let me tell you, I live for it. Like with the bodyguard au you decide to describe how he talks to mc instead of just simply slapping 'y/n' onto the sentence and calling it a day... and that just does it for me.

For this specific chapter I love how you used Jisung's and Hyunie's characters. Han starting the chapter literally made me go :( Partially bc he doesn't know his besties sleep in the same bed and have been doing so for the past 4 years. I wonder if they ever tell him...

With Hyunjin, ugh the character developed queen you are. Especially the part where mc is making sure he eats that cupcake ("You eat! You eat!"~Han Jisung) Tbh this chapter is so angsty bc yet again I go 😔 Sure, mc's life is basically hell but she has Felix... Who does Hyunjin have? :(((( I'm worried about him, does he have anyone he can rely on? :(

I audibly yelled when Felix caught mc with her hand in her pants 💀💀💀💀💀💀 I CACKLED! It was so funny to me like why couldn't a homegirl think of doing it under the covers😭😭??? Or in another bathroom of that humongous house

This brings me to the humanness of the chapter. A moment of silence for your ever-impeccable use of imagery🙇‍♀️ They're just kids. They really are just a boy and a girl at the end of the day. When Felix leaned over to peck her forehead I genuinely stopped reading for a second. The way he handles her so gently (most of the time hehe), coupled with the way she was counting the seconds.... Like darling be fr😭 How will I ever move on from this fic? I loved every description of how she clung to him because she didn't really know how else to deal with what she's feeling. And for heaven's sake Felix, KISS HER ALREADY! I love how I'm saying this knowing he can't. Ooh which reminds me, i loved the part where you said that crossing that line would have to be intentional. No not-so-accidental hanky panky here hah. For all the cliches that are allowed to slide in fanfiction, I once again love how you simply refuse to be ordinary.

Lastly, onto the smut hehe ;) The tension was everything to me. The build up was superb. All the times he rushed to the bathroom 😭😭✋ My favourite part was when he asked mc if Hyunjin had kissed her. I know that part wasn't steamy but if I was mc that would have told me all I need to know ✋ Anyways, you ate up every fic and it's author's pet with that mutual mast******** I would've physically died. The way you described everything fbdhgfjfjtjidbm

Separate sub-point for this bc the way SHE PUT HER HAND IN HIS MOUTH

🕳️🤸‍♀️💨

Hands were everything in this fic. And the way neither of them could finish without having physical contact with each other.

PLEASE SEND AN AMBULANCE

P.s: the way all it took was a 'shh' from him. That was personal. I felt targeted.

Ok, the end😂 These asks always end up being so long no matter how hard I try😔❤️

😭😭😭😭😭😭 this message is amazing, i so appreciate the time you take to write such amazing commentary!! it absolutely makes my day, you have nooo idea! 💗💗💗💗 i feel like i am so bad at replying to comments and just keep saying thank you hahaha but truly thank you thank you. those things you touched on were highlights for me when writing and i love to see what most jumps out at people too as readers. also hehe yes 🤭 the hand in the mouth was A Moment

thank you so so much again. comments like this really get me excited to write more 😊💗💗

[jakeyuni]

— (4:00 am) | hp au • hufflepuff!bfjake x gn!reader • fluff • 0.7k

author’s note: reader’s house isn’t mentioned; so you can picture yourself in any house you please :) — i am an absolute sucker for hp jake fics so i had to write a little blurb for jake, hope u like it !!

You watch in adoration as you observe your Hufflepuff!boyfriend, Jake Sim, retreat off of his quidditch broom with a slight hop added to his step; subconsciously bumping his best friend’s fist out of triumph—all regards of his cheeky smile directed towards the quidditch match that he had won against the opposing Slytherin team.

“My love!” Jake calls out to you sweetly before pressing a quick peck to your cheek. “Please tell me you saw me catch the snitch…” he continues enthusiastically and a bit worried.

You had been so entranced by his bright eyes and by the sheer after glow of his match that shimmered across his smooth skin that you realized you hadn’t uttered a single word to your anticipating boyfriend.

Shaking your head, you zone yourself back into reality, gripping firmly onto your boyfriend’s big arms. “Of course I saw, Jakey! You did so amazing out there as always, my love.”

The boy intertwines his hand with yours as he begins walking with you out of the quidditch field bounds. “Mm, you may say that…but your wondering eyes during the match tell me something different.” Jake remarks. “Something been on your mind, Y/n? Anything you wanna tell me?”

You tsk at his curiosity. “What makes you think I have anything to tell you, Hufflepuff?”

Jake giggles at your sly tone. “Dunno, maybe the fact that you were practically talking to Draco the entire time.”

You stop in your tracks, now standing near the steps leading into Hogwarts itself, taken aback by and slightly offended by your boyfriend’s statement. “What is that supposed to mean? You don’t mean to tell me that you think that I could’ve possibly been flirting with Draco Malfoy, do you?”

Jake shakes his head, rejecting your question. “No, not exactly that. However, he has been talking to you a lot lately. Care to tell me why or shall I go ask him myself?”

You signal for Jake to stop talking. “Enough with the inquiries, Sim. You know I have better things to do with my time than to be talking to that bloody Slytherin skunk.” You respond, tracing the knuckle lines of Jake’s hands.

You look up to see Jake pouting the littlest bit, a common act he takes up each time he’s clearly in the obliviously-jealous-boyfriend-territory.

Reaching up to cup his cheeks, you soothe your thumbs up and down his cheekbones. “Common now, Sim. You really wanna know?” you ask with a sigh. Jake doesn’t respond but you can tell that he’s itching for an answer.

“Well, Malfoy was talking absolute rubbish about you—going on and on about how he doubted you could ever catch the snitch. So I-being the most amazing person I am, told him to take his words and shove them right up his-“

And before you could even finish your sentence, Jake was laughing heartily, eyes crinkling in delight and both hands coming up to encase yours that were still resting upon his cheeks. “I don’t need to know the rest, Y/n. I have no doubt that your words mentally sent him all the way to Azkaban.”

You stifle a giggle, opting to rest your head on his chest, hands wrapping around his waist as he begins smoothing his own upon your back. You hum at his words in acknowledgment.

“But just so you know—I would’ve gotten physical if I had to! No one bad mouths my boyfriend. Plus, I knew you’d win, so Malfoy was lucky I ignored his incessant remarks!”

Jake peers down at you, smiling at you in absolute awe. “I admire the fire in you, Y/n. Who needs a defense of the dark arts class when I have you by my side?”

Laughing at his cheesiness and mediocre attempt at flirting, you tear your head apart from his chest, gazing up at the galaxy in his eyes.

You kiss Jake ever so gently as your lips rest upon his own for what seems to be an eternity. That is until Professor Mcgonagall clears her throat in a stern attempt to cease your public display of affection.

You separate from Jake and bite your lip lightly, looking at McGonagall in disdain-then back to your puppy eyed boyfriend.

“Precisely, Sim.”

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[neondiamond]

🎀 Recently Read Fics - June 2022 🎀

These are all the amazing fics I read over the past month (from shortest to longest). Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation if you read any of these! 🤍

🎀 Watermelon! by @beelou (600, G)

"Veggies and dip, strawberries, grapes, apples," he mumbled, pointing at everything as he said it. "What am I missing?"

Arms wrapped around his waist and Louis rested his head on Harry's shoulder from behind. He kissed Harry's cheek and rubbed his hands over Harry's growing pregnant belly gently.

"Why are you making your disgruntled kitten face?"

"Something's missing from the spread and I can't figure out what it is."

🎀 a conversation starter by @onlyforbravest (949, G)

Harry is taking a breather from shopping when a beautiful man approaches and starts asking about his cap.

🎀 Blast In a Glass by @littleroverlouis (1k, M)

Harry and Louis are taking the next step in expanding their family through in-vitro fertilization.

Louis is having a difficult time providing his sample and Harry offers him some encouragement.

🎀 Virginia is for Lovers by @haztobegood (1k, G)

Harry and Niall go hiking in the Appalachian Mountains.

🎀 lay me by your side by @stylesthebrave (2k, G)

Early into his transition, Harry struggles with gender dysphoria. Louis is always by his side.

🎀 I Want You (Won’t You Say So) by @londonfoginacup (2k, T)

When, initially, Harry had come to Louis with a present, Louis had been hoping for something more fun than… a new smart watch.

But boy does he love competitions.

🎀 (marshmallow) fluff by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright (2k, G)

Harry and Louis spend a quiet(ish) morning at home with their kids.

🎀 i need you right now, baby (won’t you come home) by @non-binharry (3k, M)

"Are you okay?" the thief says. He doesn't seem to be growing impatient, just concerned. He reaches out a curious hand, like he wants to be comforting despite the fact that he's literally standing here trying to run off with a valuable piece of art. Who the fuck raised this guy?

“Yeah I'm fine… I just—”

Then, the scent hits the man. He sniffs the air once, and Harry feels embarrassed by the sudden awareness. There are few things that just cannot be mistaken for anything but what it is, omega slick being one of them.

🎀 I Pull You Close, You’re Holding Back by @pocketsunshineharry (5k, M)

Something is wrong with Harry, but Louis does not know what. He’s been acting weird for a couple of days now, dodging every question thrown at him and blowing up every time Louis tries to push him so Louis knows.

OR Harry is hiding something, Louis is intent on finding what that is.

🎀 Almost Misheard by @tommokat (6k, T)

“Also, here.” Harry reaches into the bag again and holds out… A box of toothpaste?

Louis slowly takes the box, recognizing his brand and preferred flavor plastered all over it. “Uh.”

“You also said you were almost out of toothpaste but kept forgetting to get more. And I needed more floss so I was already over in that aisle.”

“You didn’t have to do that, H.” How in the world did he luck out to have the best best friend in the whole world.

🎀 Moon Baby by @jaerie (7k, E)

Taking it up the ass from other alphas made Louis a well known star in his corner of the internet. Moon Baby is arguably the most well known pregnant omegas in the same circle. Their fans want them to collab and their people make it happen. Turns out they are more than just fans of each other.

🎀 You Make The World Taste Better by @loveislarryislove (10k, M)

"Nice to meet you," Harry said. "What can I get for you today?”

Louis rattled through the order – a couple loaves of different breads, some pastries, and a dozen cookies. There was a niggling sensation in the back of his mind that he was forgetting something, but he couldn’t think what it might be.

Harry nodded along as Louis spoke, starting to flit around the shop and gather things together. “Is that all?” he asked when Louis finished. “No muffins this week?”

That was it! “Oh yes, a half-dozen of the pumpkin and blueberry,” Louis said. “Almost forgot, thanks.”

“Of course,” Harry said, packing the muffins into a box. “I remember all my regular customers’ favorites. Your mother has good taste.”

Louis smiled. “She usually does,” he says. “I look forward to trying your goods myself, and finding my own favorites.”

🎀 baby, you’re the end of june by @disgruntledkittenface (13k, E)

“Up for it, Harold? We can go over the rundown when we get back. If you’re not busy then.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Harry says, closing his laptop and setting it on Louis’ desk. “It’s just Harry, though.”

“You look like a Harold,” Louis says, standing up and brushing some brownie crumbs off his t-shirt. Harry briefly wonders how he’s still hungry for lunch after demolishing half the plate of brownies as he stands and moves into the hallway. “It’s the cardigan, I think.”

“You guys can flirt on the way,” Niall says over his shoulder, beckoning for them to follow him as he strides down the row of cubicles. “Come on, I’m starving.”

Harry looks at Louis, but he just laughs as they follow Niall. Oh. He thought he’d been picking up a vibe while they hung out, but apparently not. Well, it’s better to know how Louis feels now, so he can nip his growing crush in the bud. Louis is a great guy, at least they can be friends as well as coworkers.

In which Harry courts Louis. Entirely by accident.

🎀 I’ll Call You Mine by @kenniewen (13k, T)

Harry isn’t superstitious, doesn’t knock on wood, or wish on shooting stars, but his position on ‘love at first sight’ becomes increasingly wishy-washy as his mind begins to comprehend blue, blue, blue. He feels his heart constrict and tongue go dry. The man before him is the most beautiful omega he has ever seen in his entire life.

🎀 balance between you and me by @beckydoesthings (15k, T)

As a successful businessman, Louis is used to the long hours, never-ending work, and constant exhaustion. What hits the hardest, even though he'd never admit it, is the empty apartment he comes home to every day. He's confident, though, that he doesn't need an omega, doesn't even have the skills to court one if he tried.

So when he runs into Harry Styles (literally), he's fairly certain that it won't change anything. Harry is just another omega that he has to work with, one more on the long list of people he's met. Niall is sure that this time, it's something special.

Of course, Niall is right.

🎀 Empty Nest by @littleroverlouis (16k, E)

Harry has not felt the desire to nest. The thoughts of where the nest should be, or even what items he planned to scent and arrange, have not even crossed his mind. None of the soft blankets or sweaters they own have triggered any nesting responses. Throughout his career as an OB/GYN nurse, all of his patients have spoken of their nests or how the need thrummed through their veins. There was also the knowledge of all of his omega friends and family members beginning to nest before the end of their first trimester.

Does this mean he isn’t cut out to be a parent? Why isn’t his body preparing him to provide safety and warmth to his pup? Harry fell in love with his pup the moment the pregnancy test result turned up positive, but what is his unfaltering love isn’t enough?

🎀 When Least Expected by @all-these-larrythings (22k, M)

Drowning in a sea of emails and Zoom meetings in the living room, his lonely son falling more and more behind in his kitchen classroom, and crushing weight of the world being on house arrest for the foreseeable future, one fateful online interaction suddenly has everything looking up.

🎀 now you’re in my life (i can’t get you off my mind) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (34k, M)

Harry loves romance.

In theory, anyway.

He loves the romantic movies, the careful brush of fingers against the back of a neck, the hand holding and the endless gazes. He loves the possibilities, the tension and the wonder. He loves the idea of falling in love, finding someone to come home to.

In reality, it’s a little different. Because as much as Harry loves the concept of dating, the reality sucks.

🎀 Endgame by @brightgolden (38k, E)

Harry has been told all his life how grateful he should be for being born as a male omega, and how blessed their people were because the heir to the throne would be carried by The King.

What they neglected to tell Harry was what would happen if he failed to become pregnant.

🎀 From Dust to Lust by @jacaranda-bloom (45k, E)

From the moment Louis set eyes on the gorgeous stranger across the airport terminal, he knew the guy was trouble, which was the last thing he wanted. He wouldn’t have thought spending two days cooped up in a car travelling from the Australian Outback to the East Coast would change his mind.

It’s funny how things work out.

🎀 Darling, so it goes by @disgruntledkittenface (195k, E)

Harry Styles is a world-famous actor at the height of his career but a personal low point when he meets His Serene Highness Prince Louis of Monaco by chance. He doesn’t think they’ll ever see each other again, but after striking up a correspondence, it turns out they have more in common than he thought. Then they start to fall for each other. Louis is different from anyone Harry has dated before and their relationship moves fast as Harry realizes he’s ready for a change. Soon Harry finds himself adapting to an entirely new life, in a country where he doesn’t know the rules, the customs, even the language. Harry is used to people underestimating him, and he’s more determined than ever to prove them wrong.

He just needs Louis to meet him halfway.

Grace Kelly AU.

[pillow-anime-talk]

fluffy and quality time.

request: can you write a comfort fluff headcanon or scenarios of shiina asahi and shinigo kisumi with reader from free? (both of them separated) i have such a soft spot for them 🥺

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; soft romance; pure fluff; comfort fic; kisses; hugs; quality time; zoo!au & cooking together; mention of having children; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. asahi shiina & kisumi shinigo {free!}

author’s note: awhhh. i love this :(

— ASAHI

“... L-Look! Little otters!” You said with big eyes full of joy and your boyfriend just laughed. You looked really precious.

Asahi knew you love animals and have a soft spot for exotic creatures that you would never normally see in Japan, so for the first time in your relationship, you went to one of the largest zoo and botanical gardens near to Tokyo (literally less than half an hour from your University).

You’ve been at the zoo since twelve o’clock, and it was now... five in the afternoon on your watch. It was a huge and beautiful place full of amphibians, reptiles, fish, mammals and birds, as well as plants and invertebrates. There was also a mini-zoo, where you had the opportunity to stroke a cute donkey less than twenty minutes ago, and feed the goats.

You also had the chance to enter the glass aquarium in which the mentioned otters, seals, dolphins and many, many different colorful fishes swam.

It was definitely one of the best day of your life and one of the best date.

“We can go to the butterfly house, Y/N!” Your boyfriend screamed as loud as you, and at the sound of his voice you only squealed with great excitement and at the same time you hugged him tightly, squeezing his hand, which you were holding all the time until now.

Once you heard from someone that butterflies love to sit on human hair and nose, so you could not miss this occasion. You wanted Asahi to capture this moment.

— KISUMI

You smiled gently at the sight of your sweet boyfriend pouring flour into a bowl with the precision of a surgeon, then doing the same with baking powder. Plus, seeing him in a cute apron that match his hair was... amazing and so cute.

That evening you decided to make cupcakes with chocolate and fresh strawberries. You took care of heating the sweet chocolate in a pot and cutting the fruit, while your partner, with the help of a recipe found on the Internet, created his little masterpiece, i.e. a mass for vanilla cupcakes. You did it quite well as a people who don’t bake sweets very often (hardly ever).

“Babe. Will you pass me a spoon, please?” You asked Kisumi and he immediately handed you a silver cutlery, stealing a quick but really warm kiss from you in the meantime. Your cheeks flushed slightly and then you went back to your milk chocolate which you mixed. After a while you added diced strawberries to it. “It looks good now, but I wonder what the final product will taste like.” You chuckled, and the pink-haired teenager only frowned slightly.

“... You know, this could be considered our first child, so it will be as wonderful as the two of us.” He smirked and you nudged him lightly on the right side. “Hey?! Am I wrong?”

“S-Shush, dummy. Add two eggs and stop distracting me!”

“Awhh, you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed! I’ll give you one more kiss...!”

It was a really nice evening.

[lubdubsworld]

GIFT .

Genre : Brother-in-law Jungkook x OC!

Warnings : Yandere Jungkook! Non Consent. Manipulative behaviour. Explicit Sexual Content, Violence, Murder

Author's Note : I love reading Yandere fics so I just wanted to write one!! Its very different from what I usually write... So proceed with caution.

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The first time I met Jungkook , it was five years into my relationship with Namjoon.

Namjoon had told me all about his baby brother, a final year student in SNU. Jungkook majored in Business , training to take over the company business . Namjoon often mentioned that it was Jungkook's offer to switch majors that had helped him pursue his own dream of being a music producer.

So when he told me that Jungkook was on a break from university and his parents were looking forward to having a proper family dinner with all of us, I was excited to meet the boy , I'd heard so much about. Namjoon was endlessly fond of his little brother and I wanted him to like me just as much.

Namjoon and I had met seven years earlier in the University Library and had become fast friends. We were both quiet, intellectually driven individuals, preferring to spend our time in the library as opposed to partying with our friends. And yet, in a twist , against our family’s wishes, we had chosen not to pursue an academically driven career either. I’d always felt out of place in my own friend group, most of my friend from Journalism being extroverted and fun loving. Namjoon for his part had only two very close friends, Yoongi and Hoseok and preferred spending time by himself as well.

So it was only natural that we fell in with each other with ease. His beautiful dimpled smile tugged on my gut, even as his gentle nature and gorgeous mind made my heart pound. I fell in love with him, between the late night laughter in the library and the soft secrets whispered against my skin, in the privacy of his bed.

“Nervous?” His voice drew me to the present, fingers inking with mine as he lightly knocked his shoulders against mine, staring down at me with a dimpled smile. I shook my head quickly, squeezing his hand gently.

“Of course not. I just want him to like me.” I whispered and Namjoon chuckled.

“Jungkookie isn’t very expressive so don’t worry if he isn’t very vocal in his affections. He’s very shy with new people but I’m sure, he’ll love you.” Namjoon reached out and lightly, brushed the hair off my face before leaning down and giving me a quick kiss.

I gripped his waist, pressing in closer, lips parting instinctively  , eager to chase the taste of him. He groaned and gripped my elbow, pulling me around to press up against the tall , lean strength of his body and this was it, this endless need to touch him even after seven whole years of being together. I moaned when he bit down on my lips, my back arching a bit to press into him.

“Hyung?”

We parted, surprised and I felt my face flame, lips slicked wet and no doubt red from where Joon’s teeth had sunk in.

What a first impression.

“Ahh… Jungkook-ah… You came out?” Namjoon looked a little flustered, dimples peeking out in an abashed smile as he laughed embarrassedly I found myself smiling at Jungkook, who looked nothing like I’d imagined.

I’d been expecting someone cute and friendly.

Jungkook was dressed in all black, tall and intimidating. He was also almost surreally beautiful, gaze piercing and steady as he stared at me. I felt an instinctive urge to hide, not missing the way his gaze trailed up and down my body, lips parting gently to reveal a pair of bunny teeth that looked jarringly adorable on a face that was , quite simply put, arrestingly gorgeous.  

He hummed, still standing in the doorway, eyes trained on me and I swallowed when he smiled , wide and open. His tongue darted out, lightly licking his lower lip .

“Hi, Hana.” He said softly and I startled.

“Hana? I’m sure you mean noona…..” I laughed nervously and even Namjoon looked surprised and Jungkook merely smiled, shrugging.

“You don’t feel like a noona.” He said casually.

I merely stared at him, not sure what he meant. Namjoon laughed a little as well, moving over to lightly hug his brother.

“Yah! You’ve just met her. Isn’t it too soon to start being a brat?” He ruffled his hair playfully before turning to me.

“Come on, Hana. Come say hi to my parents.” Namjoon walked in and I rushed to follow him, pausing when I reached the doorway. I smiled at Jungkook, holding a hand out slowly.

“I’ve heard so much about you Jungkook, I hope we can be friends…” I said sincerely and he stared at my hand, not taking it. Instead he gave me another soft smile. Before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the back of my hand, making me jump .

“You don’t feel like a friend either.” He said with a shrug , before moving away, leaving me stunned on the doorway.

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Two years later :

“Seven months? Namjoon we’re getting married in seven months! How am I supposed to plan a whole wedding , with you away from the country?” I asked desperately, watching as Namjoon sat with his head in his hands. He looked stricken, regretful and pained and I felt terrible for being unreasonable but it was impossible not to feel hurt.

“I know..  I know hana, I’m so fucking sorry. But this is such a huge opportunity and its not just me : Hoseok and Yoongi depend on me. I can’t screw things up for them too.” He whispered and I exhaled.

Namjoon had been offered a chance to produce for a very high end recording label based out of the US and they wanted him to stay there for a minimum of seven months. The offer had been a complete surprise, out of the blue and the timing couldn’t have been worse. I’d been accepted into an internship at a popular magazine and it would be impossible for me to go with him. And I was so desperate to go.

We’d never been apart for more than a few days, in the entirety of our relationship and the thought of not seeing him for months made me want to throw up.

“I’ve spoken to Jungkook. He’ll help you with all the things that have to be done. And I swear that I’ll be back at least a month before the date, alright? No matter what happens.” Namjoon said firmly. I swallowed, nodding nervously.

It was true that I didn’t like the idea of being away from Namjoon. But the thought of keeping him away from a dream that he had worked so hard for, was almost unfathomable.

Besides, Jungkook was reliable and sweet. The perfect gentleman. Especially now that he’d taken over as his father’s Executive Assistant, Jungkook was incredibly good at organizing and planning things out.

With his help, I could plan out our wedding to perfection.

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The next five months were spent in a haze of appointments and fittings and bookings. Jungkook had arranged for a shift in my internship hours, so he and I could spend a solid four hours every day, visiting different vendors, picking out the perfect floral arrangements, napkins, brocade and what not. And for once, I found myself completely enthralled by the idea of spending money of frivolously pretty things. Whether it was the florists or the patisserie, the dress fitting or the invitations, I felt my excitement bubbling over , amazed because marrying into Namjoon’s family meant an unlimited budget and for once, I didn’t mind being extravagant.

What was more, I didn’t miss Namjoon nearly as much as I thought I would. Because deep down , I knew that he wouldn’t have enjoyed this all that much. And I would have felt guilty , dragging him everywhere.

And Jungkook was the one to thank for all of it. He picked me up everyday for an early breakfast , followed by hours of combing the streets for ideas and appointments. He was funny and enthusiastic, eager to help me in every way and I was so grateful that I couldn’t thank him enough.

“I owe you so much, Kookie. You’ve been a life saver.” I groaned, collapsing on the couch and dropping my head back against the backrest. Jungkook chuckled, sitting down on one of the Turkish ottomans and lightly grabbing my ankle, pulling my foot onto his lap. I flushed a little, still not used to how touchy he was.

Jungkook liked wrapping his arms around my waist when we were out and about, fingers fluttering up my sides or brushing hair off my face with easy familiarity. I didn’t mind. He reminded me of my little brother back in Ilsan.

Most of the people we met assumed he was the groom and Jungkook told me it would be better to keep up the ruse because wedding planners were more comfortable when couples came together and I’d agreed, albeit a little reluctantly. I missed Namjoon and I wondered if he would mind. But when I mentioned it in passing to him during one of our daily video calls, he’d merely laughed it off.

“You’re so tense, Hana. You should relax. Everything is going to be okay.” Jungkook said softly, soft fingers digging into the curve of heel before brushing the arch of my foot. I smiled when he tugged my foot close, placing it down on the firmness of his thigh.

I gazed down at him, feeling uncomfortably nervous. This whole thing seemed oddly intimate somehow and I felt the first tendrils of guilt begin to curl around my gut. I swallowed, hating myself for tainting something that was no doubt innocent. I ought to be grateful that my future brother in law was this kind to me.

“I know. Thank you. I just miss him sometimes.” I said softly. The fingers stilled on my foot.

“Only sometimes?” He teased, eyes narrowed and tone just a little colder and I hesitated.

“I don’t miss him when you keep me company. You help me forget that I’m doing all of this by myself.” I said honestly. Jungkook inhaled sharply, his gaze flicking to mine, holding mine with an intensity that made me balk a little.

“You mean, that?” He asked quietly and I laughed at how serious he looked.

“Of course I do.  I was so sure this whole thing would be me being miserably lonely but you’ve kept me laughing and happy. I’m going to ask Namjoon to buy you something expensive and amazing when he comes back.”

“He already has something amazing. It’s the only thing I really want.” Jungkook said quietly, fingers stroking up, gently massaging my foot all the way up my calf. I groaned at how good it felt.

“Really what is it?” I asked curious.

Jungkook squeezed my knee before carefully placing my foot down , reaching for the other one.

“You’ll know soon, Hana.”

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True to his word, Namjoon called me exactly a month before our wedding date.

“Guess who’s leaving the God forsaken place this weekend?”

I felt warmth flood my insides, heart racing with pure joy, tears brimming over because I’d honestly resigned myself to the fact that he wouldn’t be able to make it back on time.

“Monday i, I’ll be there. Can’t wait to kiss you, my love.” He whispered and I nodded, laughing.

Finally, Everything would be okay.

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Namjoon’s flight was due to arrive late night ,somewhere between twelve and one in the morning. I’d taken a nap in the afternoon, so I could be up to welcome him back. Jungkook arrived at around seven with Takeout and flowers.

He didn’t ring the doorbell, letting himself in with the spare key I’d given him for emergencies. I found myself scrambling for my robe because I’d taken a nice long shower and slipped on a silk negligee, short and ending just over my knees . I could feel his eyes on me as I hastily tied the sash together, flustered. The robe wasn’t long either and I felt absolutely exposed, even worse than when he’d stepped into the dressing room during my fitting, offering to help me with the zipper.

“ Jungkook, what are you doing here?” I asked nervously and he shrugged, eyes still trailing over my legs, the skin bare. I felt his gaze like a caress and some instinct told me I was in danger. I shook my head to clear it. How ridiculous.

This was Jungkook. Sweet, wonderful Jungkookie. My best friend these past few months. There was no one else I could be safer with.

“I knew you’d be excited, what with hyung coming back and all. So, I thought I’d drop by and at least make sure you’re well fed.” He grinned, holding the tae out up. I smiled and nodded, moving to get plates and glasses from the kitchen.

I heard Jungkook moving around in the living room and when I went back in , I found that he had two glasses of wine ready on the table, an expensive bottle of merlot opened nearby. I smiled a bit, shaking my head.

“What are we celebrating?” I asked curiously and he shrugged.

“Namjoon hyung is coming back right? It means I’ll be getting my amazing gift tonight.” He said softly, picking his glass up and taking a sip and I rolled my eyes.

“You’re such a child. You can’t wait for a day to get your gift?”

Jungkook hummed. He looked ethereal in the dim golden light of the apartment. Like something out of a fairytale. All dark ebony hair and porcelain skin. I wondered, again….why he never dated. He was easily one of the most beautiful humans I’d ever seen in my life. And that voice.

The voice of an angel.

“I’ve been waiting for years, Hana. I’m sick and tired of waiting.” He said softly, voice low and eyes somehow dark and I tried to hold my smile.

“Well, I hope you enjoy it.” I grinned and he smiled, all teeth.

“Oh, I intend to. Thoroughly.”

I took my own glass and took a deep sip , before holding it against his.

“To no longer waiting and finally getting what we want.” I said cheerfully, thinking of the long months without Namjoon and the few hours till he would be back in my arms. Jungkook chuckled and clinked his glass against mine.

“To you, Hana.” He said simply and I blushed, surprised and flattered.

We ate the take out but just a few bites in, I felt my eyes getting heavy which was so unfair. It was barely eight. And I’d slept in the afternoon. What was wrong with me? I was supposed to be up till Namjoon came home.

“You alright, love?” Jungkook asked sweetly , getting out of his chair and making his way over when I almost knocked the glass of water over, fingers trembling. I pouted, even as his fingers curled over my shoulders, gripping lightly.

“Why am I so drowsy?” I whined in desperation and he leaned down, lightly resting his chin on my shoulder.

“You need to rest, hana. Come on, let’s get you to bed…. “

Eyes heavy and limbs turning to jelly, I could barely blink as he reached down and scooped me into his arms , carrying me into the bedroom. I felt his fingers tug on the sash of my robe, a protest building up at the action but he shushed me gently.

“I’m just helping you out of this, Hana. Rest now… Namjoon hyung will be here soon and we have a long night ahead of us, you and I.”

I could feel my mind churn at that, confusion warring with apprehension because why was Jungkook inserting himself in tonight? What did he have to do with Namjoon and I ?

Sleep beckoned and I found myself slipping into the darkness before I could fully ponder on his words.

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I woke up sweaty and damp , body overheated and my head foggy. I made to move and felt my heart pound when I realized my hands were tied up to the headboard. I blinked, only to be met with darkness because there was something tied around my eye as well.

“Jungkook?!” I called out panicking and there was a low chuckle.

And then a very familiar scent.

Namjoon.

I sagged in relief.

“Joon��it’s you….” I breathed out . “ Come on, do we really have to do this right away? I wanna see you…” I whispered desperately.

Fingers brushed over my ankle and I jumped.

“Namjoon?” I whispered . The bed dipped next to me, and I felt the brush of his shirt against my bare arm. It was soft and silky , familiar because I’d bought it for him for his birthday and he’d sent me a pic of him wearing it, from the airport today.

“Okay… I’ll play.” I laughed softly. “ Just untie me… I wanna touch you..”

“Sshhh…..” A finger pressed against my lip and I startled. Throat dry, I gulped.

But I didn’t say anything, biting my lips nervously as I felt him climb over me, one knee on either side of mine, fingers curling on my thighs, lips pressing against my cheek. I sighed, relishing the soft press of his lips, up and down my neck, the damp wetness of his tongue as he licked the skin right after, teeth nipping gently and then with more force.

I trembled as soft fingers tugged on my negligee tugging the fabric up and away from my body, raising it up till it pooled near my chest. I felt the tug on my panties, yanking the fabric off and then the weight of him went away, a breathy exhale that sounded both calm and somehow desperate, his body moving down to lightly hold my knees, parting my legs.

I bent my knees, spreading my thighs the way he clearly wanted me to, hearing him groan in return. He used his thumbs to gently part the damp folds of my centre and I felt my entire body shudder at the press of his tongues against the most intimate parts of me.

Choking, I could only lay there and take it, his tongue licking the slick folds, over and over again with an almost curious insistence, like he was tasting me for the first time and I could feel his body trembling on the bed as he did. I felt his teeth tug on the hardened nub, bruising hard and yet somehow almost playful and cheeky and I found myself squirming in pleasure, wetness seeping out of me .

The tip of his finger found my slit, running up and done the length of it in a slow, gentle caress, gathering the moisture there and I trembled when he reached my clit, gently rubbing circles on the little bundle before moving back down to trace my entrance. I was so wet, getting wetter by the second and I’d never wanted to be fucked so bad.

“Please…..baby… I want you ….in me…” I choked out and he chuckled, a little mischievous and unlike him.

The finger dipped in, shallow and barely in and I whimpered in desperation.

“More.. Please…. I want more.. Want you… Its been so long…”

I felt him move back at that and then he was there, right between my legs. I felt the clink of metal as he unbuckled himself, the sound of his zipper and the rustle of fabric as he pushed his trousers off. I could feel the hard muscles of his thigh against the back of mine as he scooted closer, felt the brush of his hard length against my center, the head dipping in just lightly.

He pushed forward, driving in with so much force that my entire body shuddered in shock. And in just that second, I knew, with dawning horror…….

This was not Namjoon.

I screamed, so loud my own ears rang and  a palm pressed down into my mouth, forceful and unrelenting. And terrifyingly unfamiliar.

“Hana…” Jungkook’s voice near my ear made me choke on my tears, my mind splintering in shock and betrayal, body going rigid in terror as he pulled out , only to slide back in.

“Knew it would be worth it, keeping myself pure for you….” He crooned against my skin and I whimpered, wetness spilling over my eyelashes as I tried to squirm away, my mind body and soul only screaming for the man I loved.

“Don’t worry about anything ….Hyung’s in a better place now. “ Jungkook chuckled deeply and I felt my skin go ice cold at the implication. He moved his hand away and I coughed, choking.

“Jungkook….”

The blind fold came off and he kept pumping into me, hips moving erratically, no rhythm or grace and it was obvious he’d never done this before, obvious in the way he looked : blissed out and feral, eyes unfocused as he stared down at me. I felt him tremble and shake, before going still . I felt warm wetness flood my insides and bile rose, nausea making breathing difficult. He stayed on me and inside me, his body so large and immovable, heavy and suffocating over my own.

“what are you doing Jungkookie?” I sobbed out in disbelief and he glared at me.

“What does it fucking look like I’m doing? I’m taking what I fucking deserve….” He snarled. “ Two fucking years…. He doesn’t deserve you. Spends all his days and nights holed up in that studio of his with his friends….leaves you to fend for yourself. You deserve to be waited on, hand and foot… you deserve the world, hana…and he wouldn’t let you experience any of it. Fucking bastard….

“No… No.. God …no..” I choked out. It was the shirt.

He was wearing Namjoon’s shirt. And his cologne. The shirt I knew my boyfriend had been wearing today. How did he get it??

Jungkook brushed his fingers on my cheeks .

“What’s wrong baby? Are you worried about him? Wondering where he is…” He chuckled. “ I told you..he’s in a better place right now..”

“No… you’re lying..you wouldn’t…”

“Wouldn’t I? You know me that well , hana?” He teased.

No. No I didn’t I didn’t know him at all.

“How about this? If you marry me…. If you let me have this dream wedding with my dream girl…. “ He smirked,” If you let me love you the way you deserve , maybe I’ll take you to visit him…someday. ”

I closed my eyes.

I couldn’t process what I’d just heard… I didn’t know… if he was bluffing. What if he had actually killed-

I couldn’t believe that. I couldn’t. It would break me.

“Okay… Just…please don’t hurt him…” I whispered.

Jungkook smiled.

“Just relax Hana. Everything’s going to be okay.”

AUTHORS NOTE : THIS IS LITERALLY MY FIRST TIME WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS PURELY OUT OF IDLE CURIOSITY

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[fieryhuntress]

Billy Russo x Benjamin Greene x Fem!Reader

You wanna join us?

This is my first #smut fic ever. Please be kind !! I hope you like it.

Pairing: Billy Russo x Benjamin Greene x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Threesome, M/M/F

Author's Note: I haven't come across any thruple with Billy Russo and Benjamin Greene, yet. And I wanted to write this for one of my friends as a birthday gift. For this Valentine's day, I thought why not share this amazing gem with you guys as well. As this is my first time writing a smut, please be gentle. I tried my best to not write anything that I have read before (which is really hard). But finally, I managed to pull it off.

Thank you @my-day6 for proof-reading this fic. I am very grateful for that.

Words: 2400~ words

You can check my other works (smut-free fics) in my master-list.

You are sitting in a bar. Having a drink to yourself, missing William. He was away, on another job. Hired by some politician for bodyguard duty.

William Russo. People called him Billy, but you preferred to call him by his full name.

And he loved it when you called him that.

The chemistry that you both shared, you both never got enough of each other. He made you feel alive. And the way he was around you, you sensed he felt the same way. And there was just one other person, who made you feel that way.

Benjamin. Benjamin Greene.

In a way, he always reminded you of William. They were so much alike, and yet so different.

You take your phone out of the pocket of your jacket and dial Benjamin’s number, hoping he was free this evening.

Benjamin picks up the phone, “Hey.”

Ah. Even the way his voice sounded so low, reminded you of William.

You loved how soft both of their voices were. “Hi. What’s up? Are you busy?” you ask.

“I was just heading home from work.”

“Do you want to get some drinks?”

“Yea, sure. Where? At the usual pub?” he asks.

“Yea. I am already here.”

“Oh, cool. I’ll see you in 15?”

“Okay. I’ll be here. Waiting. For you!” you stress on the last two words in your low seductive voice.

Your reply earns a chuckle from his side. He hangs up the phone.

While you are waiting for Benjamin to join you, you open your Instagram and go into William’s account and look at his pictures.

You love how he looks so hot when he is smirking with confidence. And the ones where he is genuinely smiling, you can see it in his eyes how happy he is.

Benjamin’s smile, on the other hand, is always warm. You don’t think you have ever seen him smirk. And he definitely has a lot of bashful smiles. He gets shy a lot. It would have been hard to imagine a guy as shy as Benjamin to be really wild in bed, if you hadn’t experienced

it first-hand.

You feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Hey.” Benjamin gives that warm smile of his when you look up at him.

“Oh hi. You’re here.” You beam with pleasure at seeing him.

“Finally. So, what’s up?” he asks you after ordering his drink.

“I missed you.”

That earns another smile from him. His smiles were like rays of sunshine. They automatically made your heart warm.

“That’s good to know. Because I missed you too. A lot.” That stress on the last two words makes your heart flutter.

After a couple of drinks, you both decide to go to your house.

You unlock your door and invite him in.

As you are locking the door, Benjamin starts kissing your neck from behind.

You hurry with the locks and turn around to kiss him.

You take off his jacket without breaking your kiss. And throw it over the couch in the living room.

You don’t bother to check if it fell properly or not.

You pull him towards your bedroom. He knows the way around your house. So you didn’t have to break your kiss to reach your bedroom.

Once you are both inside, you push him gently on your bed.

That’s when you finally see the look in his eyes.

His eyes are dark. Full of lust. You can see he wants you just as much as you want him. You climb on top of him, and start kissing his neck, while unbuttoning his shirt with your hands.

His hands are on your hips, pulling your tucked in shirt out of your pants, so he can finally touch your skin.

You lean back a little to pull his shirt off of him. He uses the opportunity to undo the front of your pants. You move your body to the side and lay on your back to pull your pants down.

Benjamin shifts and comes on top of you.

He starts unbuttoning your shirt. He stops to look at your body for 2 seconds, before continuing to kiss you as he caresses your tits over your bra.

And then your phone starts ringing.

Benjamin tries to break the kiss, “Your phone is ringing.”

“Oh, ignore it. Please don’t stop.” You say it with heavy breath as you press your lips against his again and feel him chuckle in your mouth.

When the call ends, the phone starts ringing again.

“I think it might be important. You should check it.” Benjamin breaks the kiss and gives you a concerning look. He shifts and lays on his side beside you.

You feel like a 5-year-old who has been denied their favorite candy.

You pout at him. You get up and turn your phone off, without even bothering to look at the caller-id.

“There. I fixed it.”

“But at least you could check who it..” he is cut-off mid-sentence when you smothered his mouth with more kisses.

You climb on top of him and start grinding your pussy over his cock while kissing him.

You can already feel him getting hard under his pants.

You move your lips from his lips to his neck as you start working your mouth downwards.

You were sucking on his left nipple when you hear a faint sound of your door getting unlocked.

You slow down a little, trying to keep your ear focused on any sounds coming from your main door.

You stop when you hear your name being called from your living room. It was William’s voice. Your eyes widen at his voice.

“Wait here.” You say to Benjamin, who is now glancing at your bedroom door.

You jump from your bed and hurry towards your living room.

“William?” you are shocked to see him standing in your living room.

You had given him a key to your house. So it doesn’t shock you to see that he was in your house.

What shocks you is that you thought that he was away for work. And you were not expecting him to be back so soon.

“Your phone is not …”

William stops mid-sentence and stares at your body, eyeing you up and down.

You realize that in the hurry you forgot to adjust your shirt which was unbuttoned. You see his eyes turning darker.

“You look delicious.” his voice got low.

As if you were not turned on enough already, he goes and says that in his low lustful voice.

You want to run to him and kiss his beautiful mouth.

And then you hear Benjamin’s voice coming from your bedroom.

“Who is it?”

You can hear him coming out of the room.

This finally brings you back to reality.

Both Benjamin and William are in your house at the same time. Talk about the wrong time, wrong place.

Oh no, do you have to let one of them go home? Do you have to choose between one of them?

But you don’t want to. Why is this happening to you?

When Benjamin comes out of the room, William shifts his eyes to him.

“Benjamin?”

“William.” Benjamin sounded calm.

You look back and forth from William to Benjamin and then back to William.

You see William’s face shift from a questioning look to an amusing one.

You look back at Benjamin to see if he is feeling uncomfortable in this very awkward situation. But he looked fine.

And then it dawns on you that they know each other’s name.

“You guys know each other?”

“Yea, I have seen him around. He is a friend of a friend.” William replied with the smirk on his face and his eyes growing darker when he looked back at you.

That gesture spikes your confidence and you walk back towards Benjamin, until your back is against his chest. You grind your ass against his cock, which instantly makes him hold you tight against his body.

You look at William suggestively, and observe him growing hornier with each passing second.

“You wanna join us?” You ask.

Your body was playing with Benjamin, but your eyes were talking to William.

William loosens his tie and removes his jacket and throws it towards the couch.

He hurries towards you and holds your throat as he pressed his lips hungrily against yours. You remove the tie that was loosely hanging around his neck and start undressing him with urgency.

William chuckles and tries to slow you down, “Easy, darling.”

“William, please. Don’t. I need it. I need YOU”, you plead to him.

“Won’t you behave like a good girl?” “Ugh. Yes, I will.” You oblige.

“Good.”

William removes your already unbuttoned shirt and bra.

With one hand around your neck and the other groping at your tit, he starts kissing you again.

Benjamin slid his hand inside your panty. He can feel your wetness already.

He starts rubbing your clit.

You let out a moan and start arching your back. And your weight shifts from your heels to your toes as you start clenching your muscles. And you start feeling your orgasm build up.

And then, Benjamin stops.

You break off the kiss with William with a bewildered look in your face and look at Benjamin asking why he stopped. That makes William chuckle.

“Let’s get you to bed so I can take care of you properly, love.” Benjamin kisses your shoulder and pulls you gently towards the bed.

William smirks at Benjamin.

You lie down on your back and Benjamin takes your panties off.

He spreads your legs and starts kissing your inner thighs. Working his way up towards your pussy.

You close your eyes. His kisses make you feel electric.

You grab your tits and squeeze them hard the moment Benjamin’s tongue is in your pussy. His hands, now wrapped around your thighs, tighten its grip. Your back is arching from the pleasure.

“Benjamin!” you start feeling the orgasm build up again. “Please don’t stop.” You say in between heavy breathing. You move your hips against him.

This time Benjamin didn’t intend to.

He hums into your pussy. His lips pulled your clit into his mouth as he sucked on them like a hard candy, working you up.

And soon he pushed you past the point of orgasm. Your body relaxes.

You look over to William, and see him stroking his hard cock.

When your eyes meet, he walks towards you.

You get up and pull him towards the bed. He lies on his back.

You get on all four and lower your face and suck on his balls while stroking his cock with your hands.

Slowly you start moving your mouth towards his cock. Licking every inch of his length. When you reach the tip of cock, you give it a lick.

William lets out a moan.

You keep teasing him, by going back to licking the length of his cock. And then again back to licking the tip.

Then you take the entire tip into your mouth and give it a little squeeze with your lips and tongue.

You start feeling him tense up a little. You feel excited. You know what is coming next.

His loud moans! Moans that are music to your ears.

You start sucking hard. Taking a little more inside your mouth.

You hear him moan. Loud. It makes you want to go harder. You don’t want to stop his moans. You increase your speed slowly.

That’s when you feel Benjamin’s hands on your hips.

You slow down for a bit. He takes the opportunity to make sure you know he was going to put his cock inside you.

When he enters, a moan slips through your mouth.

Your mouth is now moving against William’s cock in the same motion as Benjamin was thrusting his cock inside you.

William can’t help but lift his hips up to push himself deeper into your mouth.

His moans are getting louder as he nears his orgasm.

You feel his stomach get tense and his cock stiffening in your mouth.

“Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck” William pants as he cums, his hot juice spilling down your lips. And you try to swallow every drop you can.

And soon you start feeling Benjamin’s grip against your hips tighten. And feel the urgency in his thrusts.

“Fuck love. I’m gonna cum. I want to cum down your throat” Benjamin says.

You push up onto your hands, turn around and immediately take Benjamin’s cock into your mouth, moaning around him and letting him push down your throat with no hesitation.

“Fuckkkk” Benjamin groans, his cock pulsing as he cums down your throat. He strokes your hair and exhales shakily. “Fuck love. You’re so - you’re so good.” He praises you.

Benjamin pulls his cock out of your mouth. You lick your lips. He leans down, and gently kisses your lips.

You go and lie down beside William. Benjamin joins you, lying beside you on the other side.

You feel like living the best time of your life.

The two men who make you feel alive, are lying beside you. At the same time. If this is not bliss, you don’t know what is.

“Are you good? Are you okay?” William asks as he gently strokes your hair.

“Yeah. I am good. This was really good.”

William looks at Benjamin. They look proud of themselves and of what they achieved together.

“Can we?” your words trail off before you could finish your question.

You don’t know if they both would agree to it or not. You don’t know if you should ask them again for this. You are stuck in a dilemma. Do you ask them? Or do you not?

Benjamin leans in and kisses your shoulder and asks, “Can we what?”

You look up at Benjamin. And then turn your head to look at William.

Both of them are looking at you, paying their full attention to you. You take a breath and look down.

“Can we do this again? Only if both of you are okay with it?”

You bite your tongue as you wait for them to say something.

“I enjoyed it today. If it is what you want, I am in.” William replies.

“Yeah. Me too. I would love to do this again.” Benjamin said.

“Aww you guys. You are the best.”

You pull them both closer and cuddle.

[mickey-henry]

𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: bucky’s been flirting with you, but hasn’t taken it further than that. frustrated, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: occasional swearing (but not much) and frustrating flirting (I’d be melting if it was happening to me). besides that, this fic is pure fluffy fun.

author’s note: hello there! this is my second fic; I’m very excited to post it! I found the header image here, and if you want to listen to the song I reference in this fic, you can listen here. bold text indicates singing, while italicized text refers to inner thoughts. likes, reblogs, messages, replies, and comments are cherished! I hope you like it! 💖

Bucky Barnes is an acquaintance at best. The two of you rarely work together, and with conflicting schedules, you see little of each other around the compound. On a random Friday in April, however, something changes in you. The moment is nothing out of the ordinary. You’re sitting on the couch in the main living space, re-reading one of your favorite books. Bucky has just returned from a mission; you glance up to see his exhausted expression. He catches your eye, winking with a smile, before walking to his room. Your heart flutters and your head freezes at the response. “Oh, no,” you think to yourself. “Maybe that was a one-time thing? I don’t actually like him, right?” Wrong. 

Ever since that night, the mere presence of Bucky Barnes drives you crazy: his stunning blue eyes that squint ever so slightly when he smiles, his adorable nose that crinkles when he laughs, his pillowy lips that you lose yourself in, his  fluffy hair you can’t help but imagine running your fingers through, his scruff speckled jawline that you wish would brush along your hands, cheeks, anywhere really. He occupies your dreams; you can’t escape this man even if you try. Today, he drives you crazier than usual. He stands in the compound's kitchen in a tight black t-shirt, one that leaves nothing to the imagination. This is the first time you’ve seen him in short sleeves, in anything other than tactical gear. You can’t help but stare as he prepares his lunch. The shirt hugs his frame tight, accentuating his biceps that had no right to be that big. “Gosh, he must spend hours in the gym to look like that.” You then notice the vein in his right arm protruding from his skin, tracing it with your eyes. You didn’t think he could become any more beautiful, but here he is before you, incredible as ever. 

You’re pulled from your reverie when Bucky calls your name. “Yeah?” you reply, barely masking the startled stutter in your voice.

“Pass me the salt?”

“Oh! Sure, of course,” you muster, taking a sip of water from the glass in front of you as you hand him the salt shaker. 

“Thanks, doll,” he flirts with a smile, the same one he gave you that night when he got back to the compound. You nearly choke. “Bucky Barnes called me a term of endearment?!? Holy shit.” Your heart swells and you look down at your glass in a desperate attempt to hide the blush creeping its way across your cheeks. “Goodness gracious, I respond this way from a simple word?” You couldn’t imagine how you’d feel if he touched you. 

It didn’t take long to find out. The following day, you stand in the kitchen prepping your lunch, singing softly along to the song playing from your phone. Bucky appears soon after. He stands close to you for a moment, closer than necessary, but of course you don’t mind. He has just showered; his cologne lingers in the air, intoxicating you. Somehow, you keep singing along, showing no sign that your mind is elsewhere. 

“Ugh, he smells amazing. This man has too much power over me; this is ridiculous! I don’t even remember what I was doing—”

“You have a beautiful voice,” he compliments.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you softly reply, your heart racing at his praise.

“Let me get by you real fast, doll,” he says, moving to walk behind you. 

“There he goes again with the pet name. My god, could this get any worse—” 

He places his hands gently on your hips as he moves beside you. Electricity travels through your whole body; you’re internally screaming at his touch. His hands feel better than you imagined. Even though the contact lasts only a moment, the effects of his touch linger after, leaving you speechless. 

You hear a musical chuckle from the man behind you. “Is he teasing me? It sure feels like it,” you wonder. There is no way that he can’t see the effect he has on you. Before you can even formulate another thought, he touches you again as he moves back to the other side of you. “That was definitely on purpose; certainly he wouldn’t do this by accident. Right?”

Your eyes linger as he finishes putting together his lunch. He catches your gaze and smiles. “See you later, sweetheart,” he says with a wink before leaving the room. “Okay, that answers my question; that was very intentional. What am I going to do with myself?”

You don’t know how much longer you can take his teasing. Throughout the week, he ups his antics, calling you pet names more than your own, stealing touches whenever he can get away with it, smiling whenever you make eye contact. The tension is insatiable; thoughts of Bucky follow you everywhere. You decide to take matters in your own hands; Bucky did not seem to be planning to make a move anytime soon. If he is going to tease the hell out of you, you might as well get some payback. 

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Tony’s announcement of Friday night karaoke gives you a wicked idea. However, for it to work, you need to recruit help. You know just who to ask. It doesn’t take long to find Sam and Steve; they spent a ton of their free time sparring in the gym. They seem to be at the end of their workout, their movements slow and sloppy, relying on witty retorts to throw off the other. They stop when they notice your arrival. 

“Hey!” Sam says with a smile, hugging you as you approach. You squeeze him tightly, even with his sticky sweat coating his arms. You greet Steve with a hug too.

“What brings you to our neck of the woods?” Steve asks as you let go.

“Can I ask you guys something? And you promise you two won’t laugh at me? Especially if I'm reading this wrong?”

“Of course,” answers Steve. 

“Yeah, for sure,” replies Sam. 

You hesitate for a second, taking a deep breath. “Does Bucky like me? I swear he does. He keeps teasing me, and I don’t know how much longer I can take it. I think I am practically in love with the guy at this point, he’s so beautiful and—”

You stop as the boys exchange glances and begin laughing. 

You cross your arms, hurt. “You said you wouldn’t laugh at me! I can’t control how I feel.”

“No! Wait! We aren’t laughing at you!” Steve says between giggles. 

You furrow your brows. “Then why are you laughing?”

“Bucky’s obsessed with you,” Steve answers after calming his laughter. 

“God, yes, you’re all he talks about nowadays,” Sam adds. 

“What?! He does? Why? Are you shitting me right now? Because that would be really freaking mean—“

“No! Of course not,” Steve insists. “Don’t you see the way he looks at you?”

“And the pet names he gives you?” Sam adds.

“And how he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself lately?” Steve finishes. 

Now you feel stupid for even asking. Of course you noticed all of those things. They were all you ever thought about. “Well, yeah, but maybe he does that with all the girls.”

“What girls?” Sam retorted. “The only women who are here often enough to cross paths with him are you, Natasha, and Wanda. Wanda’s with Vision, as weird as that is, but love is love. Natasha shoots daggers at anyone who looks at her with love in their eyes. That leaves you.”

“Why in the world would he like me? Of all people? He’s out of my league,” you sigh,

Sam’s scoff pulls you from your thoughts. “Bucky? Out of your league? He’s a crazy ex-assassin with emotional issues! If anything, he's out of your league.”

“You’re a catch, why wouldn’t he like you?” Steve assures.

Steve and Sam always know just what to say to make you feel better. “I guess you’re right,” you admit with a defeated grin. 

“So, you know how Bucky feels. What are you going to do about it?” Steve asks. 

“I have an idea, but I need your help.”

“We’re listening.”

You divulge your plan to them. They smile, hyping you up. 

“Dude, I’m so down!” Sam exclaims, clapping his hands in excitement. 

“You think this will work?”

“Definitely,” Steve assures. “This is going to be amazing!”

“Okay then, we’re doing this. Let’s go find Bucky. Time to initiate phase one.”

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Bucky is sitting on the common room couch, flipping through a book when he sees you, Sam, and Steve enter. He exchanges a glance with you, smiling as your eyes light up. The three of you sit down. You’re sitting next to Sam, closer than usual. There’s a brief moment of silence before you speak. “Sam, are you going to karaoke night?”

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss everyone’s drunk-ass singing for the world.”

“Will you be my duet partner?”

This catches Bucky’s attention. He looks up from his book. Why the hell were you asking Sam to sing with you? You normally ask the girls...

“Sure thing, baby. It’ll be a ton of fun!” Sam smiles. 

Baby?! What?! How dare he call you a pet name, his girl, right in front of him? Well, you may not be his girl yet, but Sam knows how he feels about you. What the hell is he thinking?

“Yay! This’ll be so fun!” You hug him, grabbing his hand before continuing, “Wanna practice with me in a bit?”

“Find me when you’re ready, sweetheart,” Sam answers, kissing your knuckle before letting go of your hand. 

Sweetheart?! What the fuck was going on? Did he miss his shot? Would Sam really do that to him? Bucky can barely handle his swirling thoughts. He storms out of the room without looking back. 

Steve can’t help but laugh once Bucky is out of earshot. “That worked a little too well, wouldn’t you say so?”

“That wasn’t too far, was it?” you ask with a worried expression on your face. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it. He’ll just come on even stronger now. He won’t give up on you that easily,” Sam assures you. 

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Bucky can barely contain his anger as you step on the stage with Sam, giggling and smiling at your karaoke partner. Jealousy engulfs him. He can barely listen to the start of the song, ignoring the catchy beat blasting through the speakers. He doesn’t recognize the song, but looks up from his drink when you sing, “Hey Bucky boy, what you doing tonight? I wanna see what you got in store."

He looks right at you. Did she just say Bucky?

Sam echoes, “Hey, hey Bucky!” Well, that answers his question.

“You're giving it your all when you're dancing on me. I want to see if you can give me some more,” you continue, twirling your fingers through your hair.

“Hey, hey Bucky!”

“You can be my man, I can be your girl, and we can pump this jam however you want,” you sing, swaying your hips to the cadence of the lyrics.

“Hey, hey Bucky!”

“Pump it from the side, pump it upside down, or we can pump it from the back and the front,” you wink as you finish the line. Bucky sits up suddenly, crossing his legs, his face turning beet red. You smile, knowing the plan was working. Steve laughs from beside him. He keeps his eyes glued on you as the two of you continue the song, utterly entranced. You look him right in the eye as you end the song, “I want you tonight.”

You saunter over to where he is sitting after high-fiving Sam, confidence filling your chest. “So, what did you think of my performance, Bucky?”

You yelp as he grabs your hips and pulls you down to sit on his lap. His voice deepens, “you’re such a tease, you know that right?”

You laugh. “I’m the tease? Really? You’re the one who just pulled me onto your lap and taunts me with flirtatious remarks and smiles all freaking day. My god Bucky, make a move already—”

He cuts you off, pulling you in for a kiss, his flesh arm grabbing the back of your neck. The team whoops and cheers. 

“Glad you finally made a move, Bucky,” you pant as your lips part from his.

“Best decision I ever made in my life, doll.” Before you can respond, he kisses you again, the karaoke bar fading in the background as you finally embrace the man of your dreams.