Longing
Halsin x Fem!Reader
A/N: I have been burning with an intense CRAVING for Halsin and there is such little fic about him (although there are some good ones out there đ) so I had to do my part and add to the pool đ hope yâall enjoy!
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, reader is insecure about her virginity, talks of inexperience, love confessions, Halsin is a sweetheart, references to NSFW content. Very very minor spoilers for act 2.
Part 2
The fur of the rabbit is soft between your fingers as you prepare it. Yet, despite having a knife in your other hand and your task being a delicate one, you canât seem to focus.
Your eyes keep drifting back to the druid across camp chopping wood for the fire. The axe is a large one, heavy - heavier than youâd be able to lift. Yet the large elf manages to bring it up above his head and swing it back down with a grace you never understood how he possessed.
The muscles in his shoulders ripple with each movement, accompanying the rythmic thump of the axe through wood. His soft grunts as he pulls it from the stump heâs using before placing the next log onto the surface and starting the process all over again.
âThe rabbit is already dead, darling.â
The familiar voice rips you from your staring as your head whips around to see none other than your vampiric companion standing over you, a smirk tugging at his lips. You huff at him before looking down to the rabbit by your knees and heat rushes to your cheeks. What should have been a simple skinning job to get the meat ready for dinner has turned into a mess. Cuts in the wrong places, the hide nowhere near usable anymore.
You look back up just in time to see Astarions red eyes go from you, to Halsin, then back again. His smile grows. He shifts his feet, one arm resting across his chest as he gestures with his other to Halsin.
âYou know, you could paint a portrait. It would last longer.â
Your cheeks somehow get even hotter, as you turn back to the rabbit in front of you, doing a much better job than earlier.
âLeave me alone, Astarion,â you mumble, cursing internally when the elf lowers himself to the ground beside you, arms resting on his knees.
âAnd why would I do that, when teasing you gives me so much joy?â
You canât stop the small smile that tugs at your lips. âOkay, well you got me all flustered. So now thatâs out of the way, did you need something or did you really interrupt your reading to bother me?â
The vampire sighs, leaning back on his hands as he looks over to you. âWhat I need is for you to finally jump that druids bones.â
You nearly choke as the words leave his lips, looking around to see if anyone heard and feeling heat creep up your neck once more as you see Shadowheart failing to hide a chuckle.
You turn to face your friend, eyes narrowed. âCould you be a little more quiet? I donât need the whole camp hearing you.â
Astarion laughs this time, loudly, and it draws more glances than youâd like. You roughly shove the man next to you before he can speak.
âYour next words better be a whisper or Iâm going to stab you â you threaten, poking the knife in his direction.
Astarion places a hand over his heart, faux hurt in his eyes. âYou wound me, darling. Iâm just trying to help you. Plus,â he gestures to the camp, âitâs not like your attraction is a secret, nor Halsinâs.â
You shake your head turning back to grab another rabbit, embarrassment welling up in your chest. âHe doesnâtâŠâ you trail off, getting defensive. âNothingâs there, Astarion. So can we please just drop it?â
Of course, he doesnât.
âLook,â he starts, âall Iâm trying to say is that neither of you are benefiting from holding back soâŠindulge, for once. Gods know we all deserve it.â
You ignore him. Curling in on yourself at the mention ofâŠindulging. There nothing wrong with it of course. Everyone at camp has blown off steam along this adventure. JustâŠnot you.
And the vampire must be able to tell too, because at your silence he straightens up, brows pinching in the rare way that shows heâs concerned.
âWait, have you neverâŠ?â he gestures vaguely in the air.
His words, despite their genuine curiosity, strike a chord in you. You stand abruptly, tossing your work to the ground and stabbing your knife in the dirt.
âNo I havenât. Not that itâs any of your business.â Your words are louder than you intended and draw the eyes and ears of your other companions.
Astarion softens, obviously not expecting this reaction. âI didnât mean to upset you-â
You clench your fists at your sides, interrupting him. âYou never mean to Astarion but -â You cut yourself off, taking a deep breath. âYouâre such an ass sometimes.â
You turn on your heel and storm from camp before anyone can stop you, ignoring the concerned gaze of a certain druid.
âââ
The water is cool against your skin as you squat by the streamâs edge, rubbing at your hands as you try to get the blood off of them.
You feel foolish now, storming off like that. But Astarion pointing out your inexperience just struck you. Itâs not something thatâs ever bothered you before. Especially not in recent months since dealing with the tadpole. You all have more important things to worry about.
But the moment you rescued HalsinâŠitâs like something changed. You were instantly drawn to him. His kind smile and thoughtful words. His care for everyone and everything in nature.
And he flirted with you.
The memory is still fresh in your mind. The night of the tiefling party after you had stopped the ritual at the druid camp and saved Halsin. You were worried you were talking his ear off, but he was attentive the whole conversation. Answering your questions and asking some about you.
Then he said those honeyed words. Suggested celebrating by spending the night with someone special. Implied he would spend it with you if his mind wasnât elsewhere.
You withdraw your hands from the water to drag them down your face as more memories surface.
More flirtatious banter and kind words. Thoughtful conversations and fighting side by side. The night sat by your bedside nursing you back to health after a particularly nasty fight. After Ketheric Thorm almost took you out.
Your side still aches with the memory. But the thought of his hands with their soothing healing glow, makes the ache subside.
You sigh, sitting back into the grass as your eyes lock onto the slowly gurgling stream, Astarion words playing over and over in your head.
Indulge, for once.
You want to. Gods do you want that.
Youâve spent many sleepless nights thinking about it. About his lips against yours, his hands on your skin, the sweet words heâd no doubt whisper against your ear.
You shudder at the thought before shoving it away. Because any time he hinted at that - showed any interest in you - you would be so elated before insecurity took over.
Halsinâs views on love and intimacy are no secret. Youâd asked him once about current lovers and while he did confide no one currently held his affections back home he also expressed that there were others in the past.
Others. Plural.
And youâve never been with anyone. Not physically or emotionally, youâve never trusted anyone enough.
Not until now.
You sigh, frustration creeping back in as you press the heels of your palms into your eyes before quickly standing up. You need to apologize to Astarion and finally, maybe, talk to Halsin.
You turn on your heel to do just that when you run straight into a solid mass. You gasp, stumbling backwards just as two strong hands reach out to steady you, gripping your wrists firmly.
Once steady, you look up to see none other than the man haunting your thoughts smiling down at you.
âYou must have been very deep in thought for someone like me to sneak up on you, little one.â
You have to suppress a shiver at the nickname. A moniker heâd given you since you teased him about his size at the beginning of your friendship.
You shake your head, moving to step away and only stopping when his hands let go only to slip down and take your own gently.
âIâm sorry,â you apologize. âI was justâŠthinking.â
Halsin stares at you for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face before he steps away, gesturing down the first path, one hand still in your own.
âWalk with me?â he asks. âI know being in nature helps me clear my head of even the darkest thoughts.â
You give a hesitant nod and follow him as he turns towards the path, not able to stop the smile when he doesnât drop your hand.
âââ
The walk is mostly silent, a comfortable silence, but silent nonetheless. And you are grateful for it, not sure what you would say if Halsin were to ask what has you so upset.
But, silence canât last forever it seems, because eventually the large Druid breaks through the sounds of nature surrounding you to speak.
âI overheard your conversation with Astarion,â he says, voice gentle. Probing, but not not forcing you to talk if you do not wish.
You stiffen, your pace slowing slightly, wanting to pull away from the man at your side. But his sure grip on your hand keeps you in place. The warmth of his skin on yours puts you slightly at ease.
âYouâŠyou heard that?â you ask, cringing internally. âYou were across camp.â
The druid chuckles, gesturing to his ears with his free hand. âOne of the curses of us elves. Impeccable hearing. Even when we donât wish for it.â
You can feel your shoulders creeping up to your ears. Embarrassment settling in once more. âYou were listening to us? To me?â
Halsin shrugs. âNot intentionally,â he admits, slowing his steps until youâre both stopped and heâs facing you. âBut I find my attention turning towards you more often than not these days.â
His words tie your tongue and before you can gather enough sense to respond he continues.
âNature works in mysterious ways, little one,â he tells you, eyes never leaving your face. âThere is no one way to traverse it, and others journey do not define your own. Each one is unique, as it is intended.â
His words are beautifully woven, as always. And despite his cryptic deliverance, you know the meaning behind his words.
Heâs comforting you. And once again, he speaks before you can detangle the jumble of thoughts in your head.
âAnd,â he reaches out, placing a curled finger beneath your chin to urge you to look up at him, âif itâs any encouragement, I seek you out as much as you do me. Possibly more so.â
Your eyes widen, heart stuttering in your chest at his words. HeâŠdoes he feel the same way? Rationally you know he does. But that ever familiar self doubt, the tiny voice in your mind has always brushed away the flirting - the kind words and gentle touches as just part of his nature. None of it is reserved just for you.
Right?
Halsin smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners gently as he looks down at you. âIs that really such an outlandish thought? That I return your affections?â He pauses, âunless my heart has run ahead of itself and I have misread-â
You stop him then, reaching up to place a staying hand on his own beneath your chin.
âNo! You havenâtâŠyou havenât misread,â you assure him, trying to still your racing heart.
His smile never falters, his other hand finally coming up to cradle the back of your head, teasing soft strands of hair between his fingers.
âThat is good to hear,â he says, pulling you ever closer, his nose almost brushing yours, âit puts this old druid's mind at rest.â
Gods, you canât breathe. The air in your lungs refusing to expel as he lean even closer, lips a hairbreadth away from your own. Your body sings with anticipation, your skin hot despite the cool air ushered in by the sun sinking below the horizon, the days last rays barely filtering through the trees.
âCan I kiss you, my heart?â
Halsins words are soft, barley a whisper and nearly drowned out by the sounds of nature around you and the roaring of blood in your ears.
You nod. âPlease-â
The word barely passes your lips before he descends upon you, sealing his mouth with your own.
Itâs both everything you expected and completely surprising at the same time. His hands are sure as he pulls you into him, one hand still cradling your head as the other slips down to your hip before wrapping around your waist. Yet his lips, the kiss itself isâŠsoft. Gentle. Loving. The action speaks louder than any words either of you have said to one another. Louder than the words you never worked up the courage to speak.
Finally, your mind catches up with you, and your hands slide up his chest to clutch tentatively at his shoulders.
Halsins still hasnât broken away from you, and when his tongue brushes against your lips you let him in. You tug him closer then, one of your hands sliding up to rest at the back of his neck eliminating any empty space between you as his tongue slides against your own.
He only pulls away when he must sense your need for air, but he doesnât go far, lips pressing gently to the corner of your own, and then another to your jaw.
Youâre breathless.
Chest heaving against him, as he pulls away just enough to look at you once more.
âAs much as Iâd love to continueâŠâ his hand squeezes your hip gently, âwe should make our way back to camp. I can imagine our absence as stirred gossip with our vampiric companion and..â he sighs, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. âI donât want to overwhelm you.â
You canât surprise the shiver that runs down your spine, or the smile that tugs at your lips.
âIâmâŠIâm okay being overwhelmed if itâs like that,â you tell him breathlessly.
Halsin laughs, a deep down genuine laugh that makes your heart sing even as he steps away from you.
âThen I will overwhelm you in all the ways I know how.â He promises, eyes trailing over you heatedly.
Your stomach does a flip at his words, and the effect they have on you must show on your face because Halsin chuckles again, leaning in to press one last kiss to your cheek before tugging you back in the direction towards camp.
âAnother night, my heart,â he says, thumb brushing over your knuckles from where your hand remains in his own.
You let out a shaky breath, and nod, smiling as you walk closer to him. âIâm holding you to that.â
âI hope you would, though I doubt I will forget such a promise,â he assures before letting silence blanket you both one more.
You canât stop the thrill that runs through you at his words.
Yes, Iâll hold you to that promise indeed.
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Impossible to Resist
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Mafia/Mob AU)
Word Count: 1,144
Summary: From time to time your husband has to attending important events and from time to time you just don't want to go and would rather keep him home.
Author's Note: Seb's new and delicious looks have been so fun! I just loved the idea of a bratty reader seeing him looking perfect and just needing to keep him home-at least a little longer đThank you all so much for reading! Much love always! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you so much Daisy! đ„°
Warnings: fun, fluff, bratty reader, dom Bucky but he's always soft and sweet for his wife, fingering, curses
âYouâre still not dressed?â
Buckyâs voice rumbles through the room and even from your semi-hidden spot under the plush covers you can hear the edge in his voice.
âBUCKKKYYYYY. I donât feel like going to the gala,â you whine.
âDoll,â he warns. âWe donât have time for you to be a brat. Get. Dressed.â
âNO.â
In the next breath the covers are ripped from your body and your bare skin instantly chills in the cooler air. You keep your face snuggled into the pillow to hide your smile but do nothing to hide the curves of your body for him.
You feel his heat first then the familiar weight of him against you when his lips meet your ear.
âIf youâre trying to tempt me into staying home itâs not going to work.â
âYes it is,â you murmur, still hiding.
Thatâs when you take the opportunity to remove yourself from the pillow and languidly stretch your body out under him.
Your breath catches when your eyes focus on him.
His lips turn up into a knowing smirk and he stares right back. Your palms flatten on his hard chest and you gently push him off you so you can get a look at all of him.
The crisp white material of his shirt is fitted against every sculpted muscle and his pants fall effortlessly over his long legs. But itâs the neatly fastened bow tie that has you  licking your lips before your teeth sink into the wet flesh.
âBucky.â
You sit up and crawl to the edge of the bed to reach out for him. Your arms circle around his neck and you curl your fingers through the ends of his hair.
âI donât want to go,â you whine. Again.
He takes your chin between his fingers and tugs your face up to his to let his nose run along your cheek and when his lips are just a centimeter from yours he whispers, âget dressed.â
With a kiss he releases your chin and steps back.
You pout and chase his lips. âWhat am I going to wear?â
âI bought you something. A surprise. Come see.â
Still naked, you slide from the bed and follow with a huff.
âI think what Iâm wearing now is just fine,â you purr.
He takes your hand in his, sliding his fingers up your arm until they rest at the back of your neck. He gently massages as he guides you toward your walk-in closet.
âDefinitely my favorite outfit,â he croons. âBut not for a gala.â
You giggle and press yourself into his side.
A garment bag hangs against one of the glass doors and he walks over to slowly unzip it, revealing a gorgeous designer dress beneath.
You gasp and clap your hands together.
âOH BUCKY! Itâs perfect.â
âOf course it is,â he preens. âI picked it out.â
You step into his arms and press your soft curves against his hardness.
âAre you sure I have to get dressed now though?â
Your fingers work along his broad shoulders and then straighten the bow tie at his neck. You graze your hands over his chest and bat your lashes.
âDoll face,â he simpers.
âHmm?â you ask in a soft sweet voice, feigning innocence.
His hand falls between your bodies and he smooths his fingers along your skin leaving goosebumps in their path.
A soft moan spills past your lips and he moves you toward the wall, pinning you against it with his body.
As his fingertips continue teasing along your skin you quickly undo his bow tie so you can tug on each side and pull his lips down to yours. He groans into your mouth and slips his hand between your legs.
âPlease Bucky. Please,â you beg. âI need you.â
âFuck doll,â he murmurs. âYou know hearing those words makes me weak.â
When his fingers meet your soaked flesh he hisses out another curse and easily slides them along your clit, gently pressing and circling until your legs are shaking.
âIs this what you want baby doll?â he asks as he pulls away to gaze at you.
âYes Bucky,â you breathe out. âYes!â
Heâs still fully dressed and the lush fabric of his clothes is overwhelming as it glides along your heated and sensitive skin. With his hand wedged between your bodies you can feel the cool metal of his bracelet and ring as they press into your skin and it makes you roll your hips, desperate for more.
A firm hand spreads your thighs wider and he pushes a finger inside you. His lips meet your neck and he bites down on your pulse point, relishing how you tighten around his finger.
âYouâre such a brat,â he whispers against your lips. âSo needy for me.â
âAlways Bucky,â you answer on a moan.
He slips a second finger inside you and rolls his thumb over your clit. His other hand ghosts up to your neck and gently closes around your throat. At first the pressure is light but as you begin to chant his name he puts more, squeezing harder like you squeeze his fingers.
Your orgasms hits you in a blissful ripple, making your body tremble and cling to him until you ride out every second of perfection.
He pulls his fingers free, still glistening with your release, and lifts them to your mouth to run them along its plush outline. Your tongue darts out to lick them and he hums in satisfaction, parting your lips until you clean his fingers of every drop.
âSee how sweet you taste,â he whispers before he kisses you.
Youâre putty in his hands by the time he pulls away and you grasp his shoulders.
âPlease. I want you inside me Bucky.â
His mouth captures yours in another hard and dominant kiss. âI decide when Iâm going to fuck you.â
Your lips curve wickedly. âFine. As long as itâs now.â
Amusement dances in his eyes, but itâs quickly extinguished with determination and desire. Keeping his gaze locked on you, he starts to drag the undone bow tie from his neck.
You try to stay steady as he reaches behind you and brings your wrists together, securing them tightly with the silky fabric.
âYouâre going to do as youâre told,â he murmurs as he spins you around and presses his chest to your back.
His lips lightly brush the shell of your ear. âUnderstand doll?â
You give your wrists a slight tug, whimpering when nothing budges.
âYes Bucky. I understand.â
He steps back to look at you, naked with your legs spread wide, thighs shiny with your wetness, and growls out a low âfuck.â
âPlease Bucky!â
You arch along the wall, presenting yourself for him.
âWhen Iâm ready doll,â he says, running his hand along the curve of your spine, âIâll fuck you like the madman youâve turned me into.â
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older! eddie finally having enough of reader calling him old man and he decides to show her how much of an old man he really isđđđ
âold man yeah?â he says grinning ear to ear when you whine pathetically underneath him, âwanna say that again?â he coos
18+ only pleaaaase!
The ball rolls down the lane, heavy and awkward, knocking into the pins and only sending a couple falling.
âThat was possibly the worst throw of the night, Munson!â Robin says, smiling proudly when Eddie glares at her.
He groans, swiveling his arm to stretch out his shoulder.
âNot fair, this shit used to be easy. âS fuckinâ killing my shoulder tonight,â he comments, picking up his bottle of beer and clinking it with the top of Steveâs in a sort of pity toast to his bad turn.
âOh, come on, old man!â you tease, standing to take your turn. You pick up your bowling ball from the bunch, giving Eddie a devious glance. âLet me show you how itâs done, sans any shoulder pain or back pain or pain in any other body part,â you smirk, earning a laugh from Steve.
âOuch,â he says. âSheâs got you there, Ed. Shoulder pain, really? When weâre not even halfway through this game.â
âOh fuck off, Harrington. Wasnât it two nights ago I saw you buying Epsom salts complaining about sore muscles? From a day at the pool with your kids?â
âListen, the amount of times I had to pick them up and toss them into the waterââ
You giggle, letting the two of them bicker as you take your turn. You let the ball go in a more elegant manner than Eddie, standing at the end of the lane as you wait to see the outcome. Sure enough, all ten pins fall with a scattered crash, and you bounce up and down eagerly.
âWoo!â Robin and Steve cheer, Eddie rolling his eyes as you high-five them.
âAlright, sweetheart, so you think youâre the superior bowler?â he asks, pulling you against him.
âI know I am, old man,â you draw out the last two words, pressing a polished finger to his chest. âUnless you really think you can show me up. But I wouldnât want you hurting that shoulder while you try,â you pout, seeing the way the look in his eyes changes at your teasing. âCanât have you doing too much⊠physical activity.â
âAlright, so thatâs how you want to be, hm?â he asks, his voice low. âJust wait âtil we get home, darling.â
The comment makes you shiver, his figure slipping away from you as soon as the words are out of his mouth. You watch him leave to get another drink, your mouth slightly agape as film reels run through your head, showcasing the activities that probably await you when you return home. Chewing on your lip, you return to your seat next to Robin, knowing full well youâre going to get under Eddieâs skin as much as you possibly can before the night is over.
Stumbling through the door just before midnight, a couple shitty bowling-alley-bar mixed drinks in your system, Eddieâs got his finger hooked in the waistband of your too-tight jeans, pulling you into him.
âThat was real fucking cute, the way you kept mocking me all night,â he rasps, his warm breath fanning your ear, his lips barely grazing the shell of it. âIf I had to hear you call me an old man one more time, I swear I was going to put you in the car and fuck you right there in the parking lot,â he says, kissing at your jaw.
You whine a little, tilting your head to the side to allow him better access.
âThis is exactly what you wanted, isnât it?â he asks, knowing the answer.
âEdââ you pant, trying to paw at the buckle on his jeans.
âIt is, god of course itâs what you wanted. I know your angles, baby,â he purrs, his voice dripping with lust.
He presses a hot kiss to your mouth, his tongue licking against your teeth. Your hands climb up his back, clawing at the fabric of his shirt as if your plan is to rip it off of him. He picks you up, carrying you down the hallway without breaking the kiss. Heâs tossing you on the bed before he pulls his shirt off, exposing his modest muscles from years of hard work at the shop. You never tire of looking at the tattoos that decorate his pale skin, the ink fading with time.
Heâs undoing his belt while youâre stripping bare on his bed, feeling your face heat when you catch him staring at your tits.
âDamn, Iâm going to fuck the absolute shit out of you tonight,â he breathes, smiling boyishly, betraying his age despite the soft wrinkles in his face.
âAre you?â you ask, one final taunt, pushing him over the edge.
âOh, sweetheart. Gâna have you crying for me,â he says, moving to hover on top of you on the bed. âYouâre not gonna be able to fucking walk tomorrow,â he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe.
Itâs quick and without warning when he slips two fingers inside of you, making you mewl as your hands tangle in his hair. He curls them expertly, he knows your body like the back of his hand by now, knows exactly what to do to have you screaming for him.
His eager mouth licks and sucks on your breasts, tugging your nipples gently with his teeth as your back arches. Your body accepts a third finger from him easily, sucking him right in as wet, filthy noises fill the bedroom.
âEddie,â you whine, already on the edge of your orgasm. Your breathing is heavy, eyes pinched shut beneath him as he works you to your breaking point.
You cum around his fingers with a cry, body shaking violently as he works you through it. You feel like youâre on fire, his touch igniting every inch of you. All you want is more.
âOld man, huh?â Eddie muses as you come down from your first high of the evening. âLooks like this old man still knows how to please. So do you wanna call me that again, sweetheart?â
You shake your head, knowing youâre already in for quite the night.
âGood,â he says, dipping down to kiss your lips, your jaw, your neck. âCause weâre just getting started.â
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Give You Everything
Pairing: Halsin x Fem!Reader (Tav)
Summary: Halsin gives you some morning loving. No plot. Just fluffy smut. đ
Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Oral (fem receiving), mentions of m receiving.
WC: ~1300
A/N: My hand slipped. Oops. đ I have no reason for this besides Halsin consuming my thoughts by being the big sexy romantic he is. This takes place years after the end of BG3, however you may imagine it. Maybe Tav and Halsin live in a cottage in the woods? Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. Let me know what you think!
You wake to Halsinâs lips on yours, tasting vaguely of honey and figs he must have snacked on before gently rousing you.Â
You stirred, eyes opening as you stretched under the animal furs you were tucked into.Â
âNo need to rise, my love.â Halsin kissed your exposed shoulder. âIâm coming back to join you.â
Halsin often woke with the sun, greeting the day with a stroll in his bear form. You usually joined him, but he must have let you sleep this morning.Â
âWhy didnât you wake me?â You mumbled, turning toward him, realizing the sun had already risen based on the bright light speckling through the paned window.Â
âYou looked so peaceful, I did not want to disturb your dreams.â
Halsin huddled his face into your neck, inhaling your scent, gently tracing his large hand up your arm.Â
âNot to mention, I wanted to keep you in bed.âÂ
Halsinâs hand lazily trailed up your torso, reverently cupping your breast and giving it a light squeeze.Â
âIs that right, my bear?â You chuckled, a faint sigh departing your lips immediately after as Halsin brushed his thumb over your hardening nipple.Â
âWhy, oh why, would you want to keep me in bed on such a lovely morning?â You hovered your lips close to his in a teasing manner, catching his eye that was tinted with a familiar hunger.Â
âIt is best I show you, my heart.â Halsin rumbled as he maneuvered himself on top of you momentarily, pulling the furs off your body.Â
You were naked, as that is how you slept together. He was naked as well, shedding his clothing from his morning walkabout to join you once again in bed.
Halsin ran his hands down your thighs, taking worshipful handfuls of your supple skin.Â
He paused, gazing over you.Â
âAlways so perfect. Nothing, nothing in all of nature could ever compare to you.â
Halsin brought his lips down to your inner thigh, maintaining eye contact as he kissed your flushed skin.Â
âAs the sun rose, I was reminded of you.â He slowly made his way up toward your core, dampening with anticipation.Â
âA bright light to guide me to new beginnings. Through any hardship or affliction, I know you will always be my rising sun.âÂ
You still blushed at his words, even after years together.
Halsin never held back on his feelings for you, constantly reminding you how deeply he loved you, and how thankful he was to have you by his side.Â
You reminded him as well, holding dear the bashful look that always crossed his face when doing so. He was a gentle soul at heart. All the more reason to remind him of your love, and let him care for you.Â
âWas that all you were thinking of this morning?â You whispered, a coy smile turning up your lips, watching him make his way to your center. Â
Halsin chuckled deeply against your skin, his breath now ghosting over your center, the smell of your arousal stirring the beast within him.Â
âPerhaps notâŠI was also reminiscing of the night before lastâŠthe sounds that left your lips that evening have not left my mind.âÂ
Halsin brought a finger between your folds, gently circling and exploring.Â
âI would greatly enjoy hearing those sounds again. If you permit meâŠâ Halsin kissed your clit, his tongue softly probing, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he felt your body squirm and legs tremble by his head.Â
âYes, Halsin, always for youâŠâ
You threaded your fingers in his hair as he went to work, slowly licking and sucking at your now thoroughly soaked pussy.Â
Halsin was in no rush, enjoying every gasp and soft mewl and twitch of your legs as he feasted.Â
He carefully moved your legs over his massive shoulders to gain better access, holding you in place.Â
At this point, Halsin knew your body even better than you did.
He knew exactly what made you squirm, what made you beg for more, what made you get intensely lost in pleasure.Â
You knew the same of his body, knowing his most sensitive parts, what pushed him to the limit of his control.Â
Halsin had never truly been as vulnerable with anyone else in his long life as he is with you.Â
You knew every part of him, his deepest fears, the darkest corners of his mind. You helped him through his anguish all that time ago, helped him see clearly for the first time in his life.Â
You held and protected his heart as delicately as one would a newly hatched bird.Â
He owed everything to you.Â
âHalsinâŠâ your grip on his hair tightened, tugging in just the way he liked. âMore, pleaseâŠâ
Halsin hummed into you in response, knowing he was teasing you by going slowly. He treasured tasting you like this, the sweetest nectar in nature could never compare.
It was a taste he craved daily.Â
He didnât want to be too selfish, though. He knew you were desperate for release.Â
How could he ever deny you such ecstasy?
Halsin picked up his pace, switching between circling your clit with his tongue and fucking you as deep as he could go with his warm muscle.Â
You cried out, the fire in your belly growing. You knew Halsin was aching between his legs, his body begging for his release.Â
Sometimes, getting you off like this was enough, coming to his end without touch.Â
You hoped you could taste him, though, to give back what he so selflessly offers to you.Â
The sounds were obscene as he lost himself between your legs, mixing with your trembling moans and cries. He was wildly lapping and licking and stroking with his tongue, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs.Â
âH-Halsin Iâm-Iâm so close, donât stop!â You managed to coherently string together one sentence, the molten coil in your belly threatening to explode with each pass of his tongue.Â
You were gripping his hair with both hands now, bucking up at him to get the most pressure possible as your climax was rushing toward you.Â
Halsin was growling against your pussy, his chin dripping with your slick, his hips instinctually bucking for any type of friction against his cock.Â
Your body was shaking and Halsin knew you were about to explode.Â
You came with a cry of his name, chanting it like a prayer to the Gods as you fell over the precipice of bliss. Halsin didnât let up, keeping up his ministrations, drinking up your essence.  Â
Halsin didnât want to waste one drop of your pleasure.Â
Your body spasmed, toes curling as your mind went blank.Â
Soon, the flicks of his tongue were becoming too much, coming down from your heaven.Â
You gently pushed him away and Halsin lifted his head, his eyes flashing gold momentarily as his eyes locked on your body, licking his lips, savoring your taste.Â
âBeautiful, my heart. Perfection.âÂ
You were trying to catch your breath, your body gelatinous. You motioned for him to come back on top of you.Â
Halsin crawled up your body, hovering over you. You lifted your head, capturing his lips to yours in a fervent kiss of thanks. Your tongues danced, Halsin immediately submitting to your passion. Your hands grasped at his back, pulling him down into you.Â
Halsin let out a deep groan as you rubbed your sensitive pussy on his throbbing cock.Â
âTake me, my love. Take your pleasure, too.â You nibbled at his bottom lip, wrapping your legs around his waist.Â
âBelieve me when I say I get my greatest pleasure from watching you come undone on my tongue.â He replied, breaking the kiss momentarily.
âLet me do the same, then.â You smiled against his lips, bringing a hand down to grasp his rigid, thick length. âCome undone on my tongue.â
Halsin shuddered and let out a low moan at your touch, your hand gliding over his hot, velvety skin.Â
Halsin nipped at your chin, flipping you both so you were on top of him, your legs barely able to straddle his wide body.Â
âYou know I cannot deny you anything, my heart.âÂ
You smiled sweetly, sliding down his body, watching his eyes glow gold at the anticipation of your touch, ready to return him the favor.
-ËËâ Thanks for reading, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! âËË-
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Okay so first of all I LOVE your stories! They are so good! Iâve had this idea for awhile and wanted to see what you could do with it. Werewolf boyfriend whoâs only ever shown his human side to his gf, and theyâve also only had sex while heâs human.
Finally after she pouts and pouts about wanting to see him in wolf form does he relent, but heâs absolutely NOT having sex with her as a werewolf (even tho sheâs asked for that as well). Not until she rakes her fingers through his fluffy chest hair and he absolutely comes unglued that is đ
"Please, honey?" you purr softly running your hands through his thick dark hair. He whimpers and nudges his head into your hand not wanting you to stop.
"c-come on... you know I can't, it's not safe, I'm so much stronger like that, I could hurt you. that's not even mentioning the teeth and claws," he protests.
"we don't have to do anything," you promise, He looks at you skeptically but a few more strokes to his hair and he caves.
"You really trust me like that?" he asks,
"With my whole life," you promise. He sighs and shakes you off, standing in the middle of the room, he takes a deep breath and shifts.
He's huge, hungry black eyes, a maw the size of your arm, teeth as long as your fingers. his thick fur is black, and his claws gleam. he's terrifying. he's unlike anything you've ever seen before. he's beautiful.
you gasp and he winces, "No! no- you're incredible, I'm not scared," you assure him quickly. He crouches down and moves forward slowly, cautiously, giving you plenty of time to tell him to back off. you don't. He nuzzles your hand cautiously and you pet him, feeling his course fur for the first time.
You sit down on the floor lowering yourself even more, petting his neck and his muscular shoulders he lets out a low growl and you stop, but then he whines and nuzzles your hand more and you realize it is a sound of pleasure, not him wanting you to stop. Your hand slips and you run your fingers over his chest. he lets out another one of those purr-like growls and in an instant, you're on your back, pinned down by him, his chest pressing against yours his teeth at your neck.
You'd meant it when you said you trusted him with your life, but for the first moment since he's shifted, you're afraid of him. He pulls back and slashes at your clothes, and you feel suddenly better. Of course all he wanted was sex. Suddenly your body is alight with excitement- oh he wanted to have sex with you! You've wanted nothing more then to have sex with him in this form and all it took was touching his chest, who knew werewolves were so easy to rile up. you would have to remember that for the future.
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revealing outfit prank â hashira men
Authorâs Note: borderline 18+NSFW, but ~mostly just suggestive. đ
revealing outfit prank â hashira men
Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader
Word Count: ~2,000
CW: explicit language, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content
Suggestion Fulfilled: You know those girlfriend pranks on YouTube where the girl wears a sexy/revealing outfit to out in? Can I have HCs of our Hashira with a S/O who tries to walk out in such an outfit? Of course, they respect her choice in wearing whatever she wants, but that outfit is too tempting...
~faqs~
âHey babe, guess what Iâm wearing!â
âClothesâŠâÂ
âI mean, heâs not wrong đ
You huff, âGuess again.â
Gyomei pauses, wracking his brain for whatever else you could have on
â... not, clothes?â đ€š
âWell Iâm not going out to dinner naked!â
âA cardboard box?â đ
You can see his brow furrowing
Heâs trying his best! đ„ș
âSo remember that slip dress I was describing for you a while ago?â đ
His face warms as he recalls how youâd painted quite the picture of dainty ribbon details, an open back, and a satin hem that would barely brush past your thighs
He clears his throat, voice lower than before, âI remember that I encouraged you to buy it.â
He freezes, eyes widening, gaze focusing in the direction of your soft breaths, âYouâre wearing it?!!!â
You giggle, he gulps
You can hear his inward groan đ©
âIsnât it exciting?!â you squeal, stepping toward him, playful palms splaying across his chest as you grin up at his restrained expression, âI feel so pretty!â đ
âYou are so pretty,â he nearly growls, large hands settling promptly on your hips, âMaybe we shouldnât go out after all.â
âOh?â đ
He chuckles as his fingers caress the silky, smooth fabric hugging your body, sensing the heat emanating from your bare, warm skin, eager to feel the curve and seduction of your spine, your shoulder blades, the tenderness of your nape
âI beg your pardon,â he rasps, an unfamiliar darkness in his tone as his fingers move upward to tug at your carefully tied spaghetti straps, tiny bows squished beneath the intensity of his touch, âIâm an adult, you know. I can have dessert for dinner.â
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âGyomeeeiii!â
âMy love?â âșïž
âI CANâT POST THIS!â đđđ
âAnd why not? Is my rizz too much for YouTube?â
âYES.â đ
âYouâre going out in that?â đ§
You glare back, arms crossing over your chest
A not so subtle attempt to emphasize your tits đ
Obanai not so subtly glances downward
âI repeat, in that?âÂ
âThe hell is wrong with what Iâm wearing?â you scowl haughtily, âI thought youâd like it!â đ
Blinking in disbelief, Obanai rolls his eyes, amusement softening his judgmental expression đ
âIâm not a fucking idiot,â he grumbles, âOf course I love it,â glare returning as he points an accusing finger at you, âBut the last time you went out in something like that you ended up stealing all of my layers because you got cold!â
âWell then wear more layers!â you quip cheekily
âThatâs my line!â đ
*sigh*
âDo you want me to change?â đ
âAbsolutely not!â he snaps, ears reddening even as he makes a disgruntled gesture, âBut, please, grab a coat.â
âAre you fed up with me?â đ€
You inch closer to him
His breath hitches
âNo.â
âAre you suuure?â
You can hear his heartbeat now, can see the restraint in his hands as he keeps them firmly by his sides
âIf we donât leave soon, then Iâll show you how not fed up with you I am.â đ
You grin easily, lips grazing his earlobe as you murmur
âObanai, I donât think that was nearly as threatening as you hoped it was.â
He inhales sharply, stepping away from your sweet, sultry scent, feigning sullenness when he mutters
âYour tits are staring at me.â đ
You laugh, bouncing on the balls of your feet just enough for them to jiggle slightly
âOr are you staring at my tits?â đ
He audibly groans, head tilting backward as he averts his gaze
âI hate this.â đ
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Rest assured, you never make it to your reservation đ€«
The video never makes it to YouTube either
PornHub, howeverâŠ
Jk, jk
And Obanai does not hate this đ
âYou are breathtaking!â Kyojuro declares, beaming with pride as you twirl for him
Heâs doing his best to ignore the fact that he can see your lacey panties when you spin
âThank you!â you smile, striking a pose for him, âI feel so amazing in this dress.â
âYou are amazing in any dress!â đ
Heâs earnest with the perfect dash of seriousness â like he needs to know that you know youâre beautiful
A gentleman as always đ„ș
You hesitate, feeling almost guilty as you ask slowly
âAm I only amazing?â đ€
You hope youâre coming off coy and alluring đ
For all of his awkwardness, Kyojuro is nothing if not straightforward
âYou are also sexy! Most definitely sexy!â đ
Your expression cracks, your giggling filling the hallway as endeared laughter accompanies you
âHow sexy?â you wink, an exaggerated, playful flirtation
Fortunately, Kyojuro loves improv đ
âYes, and!
âThe sexiest woman I have known, I know, and I will know.â
There he goes again
Earnest, serious, and almost unbearingly sweet đđ
âKyo,â you persist, âIâm trying to seduce you.â
He grins at that, eyes narrowing so quickly you nearly miss the tantalizing glint that flashes through them
âOh I am aware, sweetheart,â he purrs, gesturing with his index finger for you to twirl again
You do, oblivious to the way his jaw clenches, gaze thickens, your pretty, dainty panties on display for him once more
âLook at me,â he commands softly, relishing the dazed, dizzy, glowing color of your face, âLook at me, and tell me whether you have succeeded.â
You look
Itâs impossible to miss his erection, straining against his pants, bulge teasing and beckoning you to come closer
â
You post the video, minus a sizeable chunk đ¶
âSo people are allowed to thirst over you, but not me?â âčïž
You snort as Kyojuro pouts, patting his arm consolingly, âYou canât really see anything when Iâm spinning, but your dick is a little too obvious.â
He perks up at that, kissing your cheek with reassured confidence, âIt is quite large.â
âWhatever makes him feel better, yâknow đ
âThat being said, it is quite large đ«Ł
P.S. Kyojuro begs to differ; he can see plenty when youâre spinning đ
Help this man đ”âđ«
He is TIRED đźâđš
âDonât get me wrong!
Sanemi does his best to be a good sport đ„ș
And heâs 1,000% watched your videos in âsecretâ, numerous times over; you are entertaining âșïž
On nights when youâre apart, he falls asleep to his Favorites list (which consists solely of you) on auto-play
But thereâre just one (thousand) too many trends for him to keep up with, and he never knows when heâs going to be your ~victim again đ
âIs this another prank?â he sighs, only slightly exasperated as his eyes stray from your pretty mouth to your tits practically spilling from your top đ«Ł
âOh, so now I canât look nice without it being a prank?â you retort, scowling playfully, âRude.â
Raising his hands in mock defense, Sanemi smiles softly as you step closer to him
âYou can touch me, yâknow,â you murmur gently, âIâm not gonna break.â
Swallowing thickly, he lowers his arms, forearms hooking around your hips as he pulls you in
âYeah,â he croaks, scanning the bedroom for wherever you mightâve hid your phone, desperation and desire bubbling in his throat, âBut Iâm not so sure about your outfit, itâs got so many strings and⊠and, holes.â đ
You laugh cheerfully, squeezing his waist as you inform him, âTheyâre cutouts. Theyâre supposed to be sexy.â đ
âThey are,â he replies bluntly, stifling a long inhale as he willingly gives into his fate, âYou are so fucking sexy.â
Heâs already plucking at your shoulder straps, somehow boxing you in with his broad, chiseled body, even though itâs his back against the wall
âYouâre not gonna ask me how I manage to avoid getting tangled?â you tease, your breasts pressed firm and warm into his chest as his heartbeat quickens
The question had occurred to him, but-
âWhy the hell would I ask that when I could be untangling you instead?â
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âSend me the video.â đ
âExcuse me?â
Youâre grinning
âPlease.â đ
Heâs begging
You acquiesce, the thought of Sanemi jerking off to it later inspiring you to reach down again đ
(Now imagine his faintly pained moan as you slowly caress him, valiantly hardening in your careful grip as he mentally prepares himself, this time intending to punish you; you canât keep missing your reservations! đ€)
#the pranks are getting out of hand đŹ
#but Sanemi canât really find it in himself to be bothered đ¶
#at least not when heâs already in something else đ
âWhy are you going out in that?â đ€š
âWhat are you implying?â you frown
âI asked first.â
You huff, âAnd your question offended me.â đ
Grimacing, Giyuu glances downward, âI didnât mean-â
âDo I look horrible?â âčïž
You almost feel badly, giggles brimming in your chest đ€
âNo.â
âDo I look too good?â đ
You can practically see the gears turning in his headÂ
âYes? No. Yes. Wait. Iâm confused.â đ«
âHow does my outfit make you feel?â đ
He pauses at that, swallowing nervously as you run teasing hands up your sides, accentuating your hips and bust
âI look good, right?â đ„ș
âOf course.â
âDo I look too good?â đ
*Giyuu Panic 2.0 activated*
âWhat does that mean?â đ
Heâs hushed, in awe of your luscious form, inhaling roughly when you step into his immediate proximity, the hem of your dress nearly brushing against his shins as you twirl for him
âGiyuu, am I turning you on?â
When in doubt, go for frankness
*Giyuu Panic 2.0 deactivated*
Ohhh đłđđ <â he gets it now
âNot at all,â he says smoothly, âYou look quite comfortable.â
You pout, fingers curling into the collar of his shirt as you nudge his feet apart, slipping your leg between his thighs as you close the distance, your body pressing clumsy and hot against his
He sighs, a quiet, enraptured sound, delicately brushing the straps of your dress from your shoulders before he rasps, âI am turned on. Delightfully so.â
Your dress crumples sheer and light to the floor, Giyuuâs jaw ticking with desire as he realizes just how easily it slipped off
âAnd you,â he murmurs, delicious warning in his tone as he thumbs the undersides of your tits, âAre such a pretty slut.â
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âWhy is it that every time I try and prank you, you end up fucking me instead?â đ„Č
âHm,â Giyuu hums, voice thick with amusement, âSeems premeditated to me.â đ„Ž
âGiyuu-!â you sputter đ«Ł
âGiYuU!â he smirks đ
âAre you mocking me?â đ
âAnd?â he grins đ
âSee if I ever prank you again!â đ€
âOh you will,â he remarks, nonchalant and cool, âJudging by how many times we changed the sheets yesterday, Iâm not even worried.â đ
Ngl, Tengenâs a lil desensitized đ
Heâs got four wives
He knows youâre all hot af đ
He knows heâs hot af đ
Thereâs not much you can do to faze him
Except like, get injured or something, but thatâs kinda the opposite of what youâre aiming for đ„Ž
âDoes this mean weâre fucking after dinner?â
âšHe has a way with wordsâš
âTengen,â Hina scolds
âSo vulgar!â Suma exclaims
âDonât act so innocent when youâve ambushed me looking like that,â Tengen mutters, pants already tightening as he takes in the silken fabric draped delicate and precarious over your breasts, âWhoâs idea was this?â
âWhose do you think?â Makio snorts
âTengen,â you say breezily, reaching out to grasp his hand, stroking a coy, tender thumb across his knuckles, âLetâs go, weâre going to be late.â
âObviously,â he grunts, eyes shining with appreciationâa welcomed promiseâas he raises your palm to his lips, kissing your fingertips one by one, âWeâre not leaving.â
â
âHold up, you made two reservations?â Tengen shrieks
Your eyes roll as if to say Duh, already rummaging for a new dress while Suma helps pat Makioâs back dry, steam from the attached bathroom wafting into the bedroom
âSheâs always prepared,â Hina chirps proudly, kissing your jaw with a fond smile
âThat, and Tengenâs always horny,â you smirk
You donât really have a video suitable for YouTube đ
, but you do post Before/After photos of the ~prank on Instagram with a cheeky Unfortunately, the âDuringâ photos are NSFW đđ«ąđđ caption
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Just this..
Premise: Making out with Astarion by candlelight in his tent while it's raining outside.
âą Astarion x gn!reader âą Mild rating (some sexual reference) âą
Astarion POV, kissing, lots of kissing, feelings, wrapped in each other, reader referenced as "you", gn!you, intimacy, dry humping if you squint, doubt, assurance, Act2 into Act3
740 words
(If you can listen to music, to set the mood đ)
Thank you to @aristenfromwarsaw for this beautiful picture of our boy.. look at how beautiful has hands are đâš
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Legs entwined, hands roaming, lips soft.
The staccato patter of rain hitting the canvas of the tent. The distant crackle of the campfire still magically spitting and snapping.
Within the dim candlelight of his tent, Astarion smooths a flat palm up your calf, pulling you closer at the knee.
One arm cradling your shoulders, the other caressing every inch it could. Your legs, your back, stomach, chest, your hair.. anywhere. Everywhere.
You moan gently against his open mouth as the kiss breaks, only to dive straight back in.
Your arm trapped beneath the embrace was hooked around his thigh, gently squeezing and thumbing his cool skin. The other running electricity through his scalp as you play with his hair.
You'd both lain like this for almost an hour; just kissing. Slow and deliberate. Deeply and meaningful. Like the world outside didn't exist. Like the only two people on this plane were you and him. Like time had stopped, stretched into infinity and still wasn't long enough.
A light sheen of sweat lingers on you both, comfortably sticking you together. Warmth that fills his soul and what's left of his beaten and bruised heart. The sensual rhythm of writhing against each other. His lips swollen from so much kissing, as were yours but neither of you cared; this felt spectacular.
His admission of truth, that he had been manipulating you but had now developed an attachment for you, had gone surprisingly well, and although he still didn't know what the official title was, he was rather enjoying himself.
After what he'd confessed to you, you had taken sex taken off the table but Astarion had wanted have something tangible to be able call it a relationship, to stay connected to you. So, you'd suggested these kissing sessions instead - which were an abundant success.
Your tongue softly connects with his, as you glide your palm down the column of his neck, to dance across his clavicle and descend to rest on his chest.
He bunches your shoulders, pulling you in closer, gasping against your lips. Wrapping an arm around your lower back, suckering you on himself, he kisses you longingly - like he'd not been pressed against you for the evening.
It was though he couldn't have you close enough. That laying next to him wasn't sufficient. He wanted to be inside you.
Not like that. But, something.
He hoists you up higher on the floor, and winds his legs further into you, grinding his thigh against your sex.
You give a muffled gasp against his mouth and let out a contented sigh, grasping the same thigh with fervor.
Astarion stills slightly, feeling guilty.
That potentially could have been a faux pas on his end.
Perhaps this should stop, he didn't want to lead you along when he didn't want this to lead to anything more. You had been at this for over an hour by now.
But he wanted this.
Gods, he wanted this.
Maybe he should just force himself to have sex, just to keep feeling this way.. with you. Gods damn the racking guilt and gut-wrenching self-loathing that inevitably came down upon him with a crushing weight that threatened to suffocate him.
Sex with you wasn't so bad, it was truly wonderful.. but the act itself was tainted. It didn't matter that it was you. It was all.. wrong.
And you weren't wrong. You were incredible.
You'd made a resigned, bitter, self-destructive Spawn see that there's more to this existence than living in fear and regret.
He couldn't do that to you. Not any more. He couldn't bare to associate that feeling with you any longer.
But if he had to endure that inner turmoil to be with you, then torment was worth it, as long as it felt like this right now.
Being with you was different but it was all.. tainted. Just thinking of using Vampiric charm for seduction and sex regurgitated twisting bile in his gut that told him he was a monster, a villain.. a vile, pathetic boy who never did anything but play a good whore.
You cup his face and dance your fingertips along the hard ridge of his ear, Astarion shudders a breath shakily against an open mouthed kiss.
"I don't want anything more than this. This is perfect. Just this.." Your voice purred through the connection, interrupting this thoughts. Astarion sighs in relief.
"Oh, thankthegods.. because I really don't want this to end." Smiling against your lips, he pulls you in for more.
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Inspired by this reel of Mingyu and his big, sexy back đ«¶đ»
Warnings: slightly suggestive, Mingyu is shirtless, flirting, kissing đ, hickeys đđ. Not proof read.
Synopsis: Mingyu is a morning person. Reader is a Mingyu person.
Criminal. It was criminal for Mingyu to look this good at 7:23 A.M in the morning. Why was he up so early on a Saturday anyways? Who bakes brownies that early? On a weekend. Then again, your boyfriend was the biggest morning person youâve ever met. Him baking brownies at the ass crack of dawn was not so out of the ordinary.
âGood morning.â He shoots a debonair smile your way.
âIt is not. I do not appreciate being woken up early on the weekend.â You walk up behind him, arms settling around his extremely slutty waist. âI donât care if itâs because of a sexy, six foot two, shirtless man baking brownies in my kitchen.â
âDang it. Thought Iâd get a handicap.â
âNope.â You trail kisses up his back. âYouâre hot, you know that?â
He chuckles. âWhatâs gotten into you today?â
âWhat? Canât a girl compliment her boyfriend?â
âNo, no, compliment away.â
Your hands didnât hesitate to wander. Mingyu was quite nice to look at. Nicer even, to touch. Your fingers smooth up his very toned stomach, over his chest before cupping the curve of his shoulders. Touch feather-light, descending down the rippling muscles of his back. You could swear you felt him shiver.
âVery touchy this morning, arenât we?â He says, finally turning around so you could loop your arms around his neck. His hands come to rest on your hips.
âWhat can I say, youâre very touchable.â You reach up on the tips of your toes, waiting for him to close the distance.
âMm, is that so?â He says, eyes trained on your lips as he meets you halfway.
The kiss is slow yet sloppy, borderline desperate as both of you kiss the other like theyâre going to vanish if you stop. You pull his lower lip between your teeth and he groans. âHow about we take this party to the sofa?â
He smiles against your lips, âYes, and the brownies will just bake themselves.â
You scoff. He presses a couple more kisses to your lips before turning back around and spooning the batter into a baking pan. As he closes the oven door, his hands find their way onto your waist again. âI believe you said something about a party.â His hands lower to the back of your thighs and he pats them twice. You jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist and he moves to a clean part of the kitchen island, setting you down.
Your hands find his hair as he leaves wet kisses on your jaw and down your neck, sucking hickeys into your collarbones. You arch into him as his hands make their way under your shirt, sliding up and down your sides and back. Mingyu pulls you even closer, your legs tightening around his waist.
Your hands wander all over him, up and down his arms, squeezing his shoulders, sliding down his chest and stomach. He seems to like it as he lets out the occasional moan into your mouth. Your fingers hook into the waistband of his shorts and you hear his breath hitch as you pull it and it snaps against his hip.
You break apart for air, resting your forehead against his. He looks straight into your eyes, with the occasional glance down at your lips. He looks pretty; hair tousled, lips pink and slightly swollen, and a slight flush on his cheeks. You kiss him shortly, chuckling as he chases your lips when you pull apart.
Hopping off the counter, you let your pinky intertwine with his for a moment before letting go, making your way back to the bedroom.
âHow about a walk once your brownies are done?â
He grins. âIâd like that.â
âPut a shirt on, sexy.â
âAnd if I donât?â
âIâm afraid we wonât make it far from the living room.â You wink at him before disappearing behind the bedroom door.
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I JUST READ You Were Never What I Wanted AND NOW I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY LIFE
IT WAS SO GOOD
IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART (if u decide to post it)
YOURE WRITING IS AMAZING <333
Yall ask and yall shall receive! Part 1 link if you need it <3
But I Need You Now (You Were Never What I Wanted, Part 2) (LN4)
Summary: In the aftermath of Lando and Y/n, Lando makes it his personal mission to show Y/n that it wasnât fake. Their PR stunt mightâve started out as a lie, but it was love for him and he knows it was for her too.
Warnings: language, angsty, FLUFF AT THE END BITCHES AS AN APOLOGY FOR THE HELL I PUT YOU THROUGH WITH THESE TWO-PARTERS, sexual conversations
Note: see what I did with the title⊠đ You were never what I wanted, but I need you now đ€ also i made this less angsty as an apology again đč
Y/n goes home for a few days.
The news spreads throughout the paddock like a virus, being whispered in every personâs ear. When it gets back to Lando, he stands in the midst of the chaos in McLarenâs garage.
Jon leaves his hand on Landoâs shoulder in a comforting manner, knowing something happened between them, but not knowing the specific details.
âShe left?â He says lowly, voice wavering as he tries to gain control of it.
Jon nods, âIâm afraid so.â
âWhat about the race?â He asks, hands clenching at his sides.
âSheâs having the reserve driver take her place. You know that.â Jon gives him a confused look.
Lando shakes his head, âNo, I get that, but how could she just give up on it?â
Jon sighs and Lando can tell his trainer doesnât want to tell him the next bit of information. He does anyway, âI heard she was pretty distraught after that gala a week ago. Apparently, she was sobbing and the valet had to help her call a cab. She was a mess, I gather, no one knows why.â
I do, he thinks. I know why, Lando thinks.
Lando abandons the conversation, not wanting to hear anymore about the girl he loves.
She plagues his dreams, his nightmares, his delusions, his thoughts, he doesnât need her to infiltrate his life anymore.
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âWhatâs the problem?â He asks an hour later when Jon treats him like heâs about to have a mental breakdown at any moment.
His trainer eyes him suspiciously, gently, âNothing,â
Lando groans, arms flying out beside him before smacking down back at his sides, âJon, cut the bullshit. Youâve been treating me like Iâm a fucking baby all day. Why?â
Jon sighs, turning to look at him before grabbing his arm and pulling them out of the garage. Jon forces them into a random hallway always away from the commotion and publicity, looking at Lando softly, âWhat happened between you and Y/n?â
Suddenly, Landoâs defensive. The mention of her name makes his skin crawl and his heart clench, âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âYou two were dating.â
Lando rolls his eyes, âWe were not dating. We were a PR stunt. You know that, Jon.â
Jon stares him down, âYou two were dating.â
The meaning of his words hits Lando, what Jon truly is trying to address. Heâs drowning in the mistakes of his own actions and the love he developed for her, no way to explain his way out of the situation with Jon looking at him knowingly.
He folds his arms over his chest, âMaybe in the end.â
Jonâs face scrunches up in confusion, âIn the end? Of course, you were. Did you sleep together?â
âFuck, no!â Lando yelps, astonishment at Jonâs bluntness, a trait the man has never had when it came to his romantic relationships.
Jon shakes his head, confusion deepening, âThen how the fuck did you two end up where you are? How did you end up in this mess? Which you still have not told me about.â
He sighs, head falling to stare at his shoes, âI fell in love with her. She fell in love with me. Well, at least I think.â
Jon, the man so incredibly lost, looks blankly at Lando, âYou fell in love. With Y/n. Y/l/n. The woman you used to absolutely detest. The woman who used to hate your guts. You two fell in love with each other?â
Lando nods, âI know how it sounds, but it happened.â
Jonâs head tilts to the side, âOkay, and what happened the night of the gala?â
Jon sees the shift of Landoâs demeanor, his entire body running cold with images of her walking out on him. The boyâs body running cold, he tries to get through the night that ruined it all, âEverything was fine in the beginning. We were just talking to a bunch of donors. You know, we got so many that night. Anyways, we were at the bar and being stupid as always, getting drunk, when Lu showed up.â
âLu as is your ex?â Jon clarifies.
Lando nods, âYeah, so she came up to us and we just got to talking. She mentioned the fact that we still talk.â
Jonâs mouth falls open, âYou and Lu still talk?!â
âNot anymore, not after the gala. She basically cut off contact with me because she âhated the way it made her feel when she saw the look on Y/nâs faceâ. But, at that time, we had been. I shouldâve told Y/n when we started getting serious, but I didnât and that came back to bite me in the ass because she was so betrayed, Jon.â
âSo, she walked out of the gala because she was angry about you and Lu?â
âYeah, she basically told me I didnât care about her in the way she thought I had, which wasnât true. I told her I loved her and then shit just went completely downhill after that.â
Jonâs hand squeezes Landoâs arm, âYou told her you loved her?â
Thereâs a flash of sadness in Landoâs eyes and Jon knows itâs because of the painful rejection. Heâs learning that Y/n mightâve started out as one of the people Lando cared about the least, but she had quickly become the center of his entire world.
âOf course, I did. But, she didnât believe me. I donât blame her too! The start of our relationship was built specifically on hatred. We never wanted anything to do with each other and then, all of a sudden, we were kissing and it was feeling like something more.â
A silence passes before Lando whispers, âSometimes I wish I never wouldâve met her.â
Jon chuckles, âYouâve said that before.â
Lando scoffs, âYeah, but that was because I hated her. This is because I canât deal with the fact that she left me.â
âHave you tried to talk to her?â Jon inquires, eyes roaming Landoâs face in search of an answer.
âNo,â Lando responds, grief and remorse soaking his tone.
âWell, maybe thatâs where you need to start.â Jon smiles.
âIn order to do what?â Landoâs lost on the insinuation.
âIn order to get her back.â
Itâs heartbreaking the way Lando stares up at Jon as if heâd just single-handedly restored all senses of hope and happiness into his body, âYou think I can do that?â
âI think that you and her loved each other too much to let it go to waste this way.â
Maybe youâre right, he thinks. Maybe I need to find out for myself, he thinks.
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Y/n, the girl he hated so much for the love she made him feel, was locked up in her room of her childhood home, information Lando gained from her mother who he had called quietly. It was the first time they had spoken, but it wasnât the first time she had heard of him. Her daughter had shown up in the middle of the night, sobbing to her over a boy and berating herself for allowing a man to hurt her in the way he had.
However, with the undying kindness Y/n shared, she had patiently heard Lando out as he explained to her the feelings he harbored for her daughter. Strong words of love had persuaded her into giving Lando their address and giving him permission to come. After all, she saw the way her daughterâs Lock Screen lit up with a loving picture of them every time Y/n got a notification. She clocked the picture as the room where Y/n had been hospitalized after her crash, Lando laying on the bed beside her with his arm wrapped safely around her shoulders, a kiss to her cheek as she smiled at the camera.
Bags packed and in hand, Lando stands in front of her house, hood pulled over his head with sunglasses shoved over his eyes. He takes two steps at a time, bypassing multiple steps in the process as he reaches the front door in no time.
Knocking on the wood, Lando waits patiently before the lock is turning and her mother is appearing before him. Dressed in jeans and a sweater, she smiles softly at him, a smile resembling the one Y/n had adorned him with before he made her feel less than the most important person in his life.
âHi, Ms. Y/l/n. Thank you for this.â He says quietly, not wanting Y/n to hear him and get scared.
She nods at him, opening the door and letting him step in, âAs much as you hurt my daughter, I think this space is effecting her worse.â
He lingers in the doorway, nerves getting to him as he stares at the steps in front of him, steps he assumes would lead him to her.
Her mother notices his eyes, âSheâs up there if you want to go.â
He takes a step toward them, but takes on back and looks at her with tension in his face, âDo you think sheâll want to see me?â
Her motherâs head moves side to side, âI think, at first, sheâll be mad, but sheâll warm up. I know she still loves you, thatâs still there.â
He nods, âWhat should I say?â
His words relay quietly and her mother lays a hesitant hand on his arm, âWhy are you here? Why are you fighting for her?â
His answer comes easily, âBecause I love her. Because, after years of hating each other, I realize that I never truly, fully hated her. I hated that she was better than me and the fact that she was winning races more than I was, but I never hated her. I never gave her a chance to show me who she was and it took someone forcing us to be together for me to see how amazing she is. Iâm remorseful for that, of course, but Iâm happy it happened. If it hadnât, I wouldnât have realized the happiness that was standing in front of me all along.â
Her mother smiles brightly at him, âTell her that.â
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The door creaks as Lando pushes it open, head poking in to see her laying with her back to him.
âMom, can I just have some time alone right now?â Her broken voice whispers, curling further into herself as Lando steps in and closes the door.
He doesnât say anything, opting to walk over to her bed and sit down. The mattress is larger, putting space between them so heâs not touching her.
âI can hear you breathing. Please leave.â She says again, this time pleading desperately.
Lando exhales before lifting his hand and laying it on her hip, his thumb rubbing soft circles lovingly. He feels her body tense, her head looking down to inspect the fingers wrapped around her skin.
She pulls away quickly, sitting up and whipping her head around to meet his eyes.
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?! You should be at the race!â She yells at him, shifting farther away from him.
He hates how tired she looks, how puffy her eye bags are from a mixture of exhaustion and tears. His body turns to completely face hers, his leg being pulled onto the bed, âYour mom gave me the address and I got the reserve driver to cover for me.â
Y/n scoffs, âOkay, why would my mother do that?â
âBecause she knows I love you.â
Y/nâs eyes glaze over, iciness translating in her every move, âHow would she know that?â
âI called her.â He states simply, watching her eyebrows stitch together.
Her head tilts, âHow did you get her number?â
âFrom Nick.â
Y/n body rears back, âMy trainer?! You coerced my trainer into giving you my motherâs phone number?! Are you fucking crazy?!â
âFor you, yes.â He smiles softly. His comment earns an eye roll.
âY/n, just listen to me.â He begins, but Y/n raises her hands in objection.
âNo, Lando. Leave me alone. I appreciate the effort, but leave.â Her hands push his arms, doing nothing to move him.
He gently takes her hands in his and shifts closer to her, âNo. Iâm not leaving until you hear what I have to say.â
Knowing how stubborn he is, Y/n sits back and gestures for him to continue.
âWhen I first met you, I hated the success you had.â He starts.
Y/n laughs, âWhat a great start!â
âLet me finish.â He states, âI hated the success you had and I was dumb enough, young enough to think that meant I hated you too. So, I spent years resenting everything that had to do with you. I never gave myself one moment to reflect on the reasoning for my dislike of you. If I had, we wouldnât be here right now. Part of me hates that, hates that I spent so much time treating you in a way you never deserved, but another part of me, the part that has fallen so hard for you, is happy it didnât. If I had realized that I was just jealous of the race wins you were claiming, I wouldâve been cordial with you, never getting close enough to get to know who you are out of the envy I held against you. If it had gone down that way, I wouldâve never gotten to meet you. And I mean the person you really are, underneath all the PR trained, guarded skin. I wouldâve never fallen in love with you, never experienced you and the happiness you have provided me with. It took us so long to get here, through hurtful insults and screaming matches, I canât let you slip through my fingers, your love with it, because of my stupid mistakes. I wonât let that happen.â
Y/n stays quiet after he completes his last sentence, staring at him as she decides what she wants to do next.
Softly, she says, âWhy didnât you tell me about Lu?â
He sighs disappointedly, âI donât know. Truthfully, I didnât think it meant that much. In my head, I didnât love her. I was just ending a relationship on good terms. I didnât think far enough to get to you. Iâm sorry for that. If I could go back and sit you down, explain to you what Lu and I were doing, the fact that it meant nothing compared to what I feel towards you, I would. You deserve that conversation. I donât know if that means anything to you, but I hope it does. She was never going to mean the same thing to me as she had before after I first kissed you. Truthfully, she never did mean the same thing to me as you do. Iâve never felt this way for anyone before.â
Y/n nods slowly, gathering her thoughts, âWhen did you start loving me? When did it stop being hate? Because that night at the gala, at the end of our conversation, you hated me again.â
Lando shakes his head, âFirst of all, I didnât hate you that night. I was just hurt and it translated to something ugly, which I canât apologize enough for. Second of all, I donât know when I genuinely started loving you, but I know I realized it when you crashed. When I was running throughout the paddock, I could not get away from the heavy pit in my stomach that only pointed toward one thing, I knew that. I tried to push it away, tried to forget about it, but when I saw you laying there, bandaged and alive, it just hit me. I loved that you were still there, I loved the relief that spread through me, I loved the happiness I felt when I saw you breathing, and, then, I just loved you. It built exactly like that. I was just listing the things, in my head, I adored about the moment in order to get away from the severity of it, and then it was just you. You, you, you, you.â
Y/nâs small smile graces his eyes and he moves closer to her, sitting with his legs folded on the bed and his hands over her thighs. The two of them breathe each other in before Y/n is shuffling closer to him. His arms immediately move from her legs to snake around her torso, folding open his legs and pulling her into him. She lays her shoulder against his chest, her head falling to the side to nuzzle in his neck as her legs spread in front of her, lying over his thigh. She plays with the hem of his hoodie as he kisses her temple, laying his head on top of hers.
âYou know, I love you too.â She says into his neck. A warmth spreads through Lando, happiness buzzing all the way down to his toes at her confession.
Itâs all heâs ever wanted to hear, âI had an inkling.â
She lightly smacks his stomach, giggling, âDonât be a smart ass.â
Just as heâs about to rebuttal, his phone begins vibrating harshly in his back pocket. His arm reaches around to pull it out, Jonâs face illuminating the screen.
Y/n laughs, âCan I answer it?â
The idea makes him shine with pride, knowing Jon will be proud to hear Landoâs gotten his girl back. So, he plops the phone in her lap with a smile.
Clicking the green button, Y/n puts it on speaker.
âLando? Did you get there okay? Have you spoken to her yet?â Jonâs rushed voice says quickly.
Y/n gives Lando a playful look before answering, âHe got here okay.â
Thereâs a silence before Jon is cackling, âAHA! IS HE THERE?! LANDO, I TOLD YOU!â
The couple laughs at his antics, Lando moving closer to the speaker to say, âIâm here and Iâm starting to think I should listen to you more.â
Thereâs shuffling on the other end of the phone before they hear Jon screaming to, what they assume is, the entire McLaren garage, âLANDO AND Y/N, GUYS!â
Again, silence, murmuring even, before the entire room erupts in cheers. Lando can hear itâs just his crew, the group of men knowing how much it stressed Lando out to have her mad at him, the reason she was, they didnât know.
Y/n and Lando break into tears over their laughter at the men on the other end of the phone. Itâs therapeutic to see her laughing in his arms again, a sight Lando didnât think he would see again.
Sheâs leaning into him as the men continue to cheer, holding him as her body racks with laughter and all he can do is hold her closer, tighter.
He holds her like sheâll leave him again if he lets go, a thought he knows is so preposterous. Because sheâs got her eyes closed, blissed out in his presence and he can see the lines of tension wither away.
Sheâs safe with him, she shows that through the way she hugs him and softly kisses the side of his neck when he ends the call.
When the noise stops and quietness envelopes them, the couple is left with just each other. He lays them down, her body relaxing into him as she murmurs how much sleep sheâs lost over their dispute.
He whispers back, âGo to sleep, then, love. Iâll be here when you wake up.â
He watches her eyes flutter close, her head falling further into the crook of his neck when she crosses the line between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Landoâs not tired, however, only laying down with her because heâs not ready to let her go yet. His eyes wander around her childhood room, pictures of a toddler Y/n winning karting races and different championships. Her toothy grin is a charming sight, a look she hasnât lost in the years of her growth since then.
After inspecting and finding nothing, but more things to love about her, Landoâs eyes avert back to her sleeping form. He brushes the hair out of her face lightly, pressing a kiss to her forehead before whispering against it, âAt first, you werenât what I wanted, but I absolutely need you now.â
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First Encounter Part 3
|Notes:Yâall boy getting a little jealous and my man Reggie did his thingđđ,Things get a little more steamy in part 4đđ |Warnings:None |
Here's all the parts I have so far: 1 2 3 4 5 6
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Wanting to clear your mind from the previous interaction with Armando, you walk over to Dorn who is scrolling through files on his computer hoping to find something for the situation. Pushing his head playful you asked if he had any luck yet, while stealing a folder to look through. "No, I found a few emails and a file but nothing that could lead us to who is doing this,â he says sighing. Â
Giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, you say, "Don't stress yourself to much over this, I'm sure something will pop up eventually.â Turning in his chair he looks up at you, with a boyish grin.
Screwing your eyebrows together you say âWhat?", setting the file you were going threw down. "Y/N, I canât stop thinking about how fast you dropped to the ground earlier," pausing to laugh he continues, "that's the fastest I seen you move besides running from bugs." Watching him laugh about the incident from earlier, you smack your lips and push at his head again. Â
"You know good and well you wouldâve drop like I did too; Iâll be damned if I let a bullet take me out." Seeing him really start to tear up, while laughing, you watch as he holds his stomach doubling over.âAye, not too much asshole!â you say chuckling a bit at his reaction. Sitting up he grabs your arm trying to regain his previous composure but failing when you give him a deadpan look.Â
Continue to watch your friend have his little laughing session, you smile to yourself at his goofiness. As your about to scold him some more, you're abruptly interrupted by Armando who cuts into you and Dorns space. Forcing you two to break apart, to make room for him as he rudely asks Dorn to pull up a photo for him. Â
Seeing his jaw flex, he sends you an intense glance, but looks back at the screen as Dorn zooms in on the photo. Glaring at him you say "Well, that was fucking rude, you couldâve asked nicely."Â Dorn hums in agreement.Â
âLo que sea que digas princesa,(Whatever you say princess)â Armando says brown eyes staying locked on the screen. Pausing you scan over his form trying to figure out why he had an attitude all the sudden. Letting out a gasp, you begin to laugh, realizing that he was jealous of Dorn. Â
Glancing behind Armando muscled form to look at Dorn you see him shoot you a look with a smug smile confirming what you're thinking. Shaking your head you move closer, pressing your chest against Armandos toned arms, and whisper, "Donât worry heâs with Kelly, ". Watching as he turns his face in your direction, pretty brown eyes glancing down at your breast.Â
 He firmly whispers back, "I know, he needs to keep it that way." Biting your lip you smile, at his small show of dominance, his gaze returns back to the screen.Â
Unconsciously, you stay close to his warm figure, as he leans forward, eyes evaluating the photo before he says âI seen this guy before...... can you do a facial scan." Hearing this Mike, Marcus, and Kelly make their way towards you guys watching each screen as loads of information begins to pop up.Â
 "His name is James McGrath, looks like he was a former DEA Agent until he was tortured by the Cartel...... Captain Conrad mentions him a few times on some of his notes.â Pausing Dorn looks up, waiting to see what his superiors might have to say. Â
"This has to be him he's the only with connections to the Cartel, it could be why he has been able to pull all these stunts......â pausing in realization Marcus ask if he could pull up the surveillance at his home, looking at your father with surprise you asked why. Â
But before he could answer Mike cuts in and say, "Because were the only one that has proof that the Captain is innocent and he needs leverage." glancing at his son Mike pulls out his phone calling his wife. Widening your eyes in shock you quickly run to the couch to grab your phone, immediately dialing your sister. Â
Bouncing slightly as you hear the phone ring for the third time, you yell to tell your father that sheâs not picking up. Watching your father call Reggie with urgency, you look up to see Armando watching with concern. Hanging up you let out a frustrated sigh returning back to where everyone was viewing the monitors intensely.Â
Shaking from nerves you feel Armando brush his hands against yours, staring up at him you see worry in his eyes. Wrapping your hand around his he gives it a light squeeze, trying to calm you down.
Just as Dorn alerts everyone that theirs movement outside the home you hear Reggie pick up. As your father explains the situation quickly, Reggie springs into action, moving your mom, nephew, and pregnant sister to the pantry.Â
 Watching him reach up to retrieve the gun that's stored in their as well, you watch in amazement as your brother-in-law kick ass.âDamn,I didnât know he could do that.â your dad mutters shocked.
Everyone lets out a few comments in agreement. Watching Reggie causally body 15 attackers, had your blood rushing in adrenaline. After confirming that the house was safe, he quickly moved the family out the house but not before saluting at the camera.Â
âYeah, baby thatâs how we do it in the Burnett family! "You say hugging Armando with relief and excitement after what you just witness.
Standing in shock Armando moves to embrace you as well, but looks up to see everyone watching you two like a hawk. Clearing his throat, he watches you look up at him confused, nodding his head to the side you see everyone staring.Â
Breaking away from him you avoid their gazes sheepishly saying sorry.Â
Before anyone could comment Mike asked Dorn to pull up his security footage after not having any success, in reaching his wife.
As everyone eyes return back to the screens with concern, you feel Armando wrapping his hand around yours again, lightly running his thumb against it.Â
 Mike let's out a sigh as his wife finally picks up, but itâs too late because not even a second later you hear screams and scuffling. Frantically, your eyes search the monitors, watching as men infiltrate Mikes home.Â
Glancing away from the screen you look at Mike, who has an uneasy expression washing over his face. Just as he was about to speak, a deep menacing voice cuts in,Â
âtss.tss.tss.... I think you have something that belongs to me Mike......âÂ
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Dave Lizewski x fem!reader
Summary: When Dave is hired by your dad to clean your pool during the summer, something you'd known for a long time becomes even more obvious
Genre: Fluff with a smidge of suggestive content đ
Warnings: flirty!reader, submissive undertones!dave, shy!dave, dave and reader are eighteen, swearing, making out.
~ here you go my lovely @moonlightspencie đ«¶đ~
DAVE LIZEWSKI MASTERLIST
You and Dave Lizewski aren't by any means close during the school year. You both live in completely different circles. You have your more popular friends and Dave has his small group of nerds. In all honesty, the only time you interact with him is when you occasionally take out the trash at the same time and see him from across the road.
He'll wave nervously and you'll smile to yourself.Â
He really is cute.Â
However, you weren't expecting to hear his voice as you're sunbathing by your pool on a sunny July afternoon.
You sit up instantly and push your sunglasses up on your head as you hear the small, "Yes, sir," Dave mutters as he holds the pool stick in one hand and listens to your dad explain how to clean the pool.Â
"Ah, Y/n, this is DavidâMr. Lizewski's sonâhe lives next door," your dad calls when he sees you, "He's cleaning our pool for a quick buck."Â
He then turns to Dave and gestures to you, "This is my daughter, Y/n."
You smile and tilt your head as some water from your damp hair hits your shoulders. "I know, Dad. He knows. We're both seniors now," you say and sip from your lemonade, eyeing Dave.
"Hi, Dave," you say with a smile and the poor boy's cheeks turn crimson.Â
Thank God you wore your sexy bikini.Â
Your dad looks between you both, his hands on his hips, but he doesn't comment. "Alright, well, good meeting you Dave. I'll be inside if you have any questions," he says and once he's gone, Dave looks like a deer in headlights.
He's still standing by the pool, wearing embarrassingly colorful shorts and a white T-shirt. His brown curly hair is only a little longer than you remembered from a few months ago and he looks slightly fitter.
"You gonna stare at me the entire time or work, Lizewski?" you laugh and turn onto your stomach, pushing down your sunglasses again and resisting your head on your arms. You smile to yourself when you hear Dave's mumblings and shufflings as he works.Â
Around fifteen minutes later, you shift onto your back again and see that Dave looks already sweaty from the excessive heat. Shit, he looks good.
"How long until I can take a dip," you cross your legs and ask, smiling at him as he jumps in surprise at the sound of your voice.
"O-oh, um," he avoids your gaze as he looks down at the pool, "I haven't added the chlorine and s-stuff y-yet, but after that probably I think- like thirty minutes?"Â
You sit up and frown. "I'll just take a dip now, then, IÂ don't wanna wait that long," you say and stand, running a hand in your hair as you walk to the stairs.
Dave watches you and he can't help but admit he's staring at your curves in your bikini. He resists the urge to adjust his shorts.Â
"Y-yeah, s-sure," he stutters, unsure what to do now.Â
You find him adorable so you smile at him as you walk into the pool. "Come, join me," you say, "It's boiling outside. My dad won't mind, promise," you say and guide some water onto your arms.Â
Dave looks nervous now, his blue eyes round and unsure. "I- I don't want to bother you."
You smile at him and duck under the water, coming up and pushing hair from your forehead. "Nonsense, Lizewski. I'm inviting you in. Now, c'mon," you chuckle and swim around the pool.
Dave hesitates but he finally shrugs off his shirt and awkwardly covers himself until the pool water reaches his waist. He can feel you staring at his arms and chest and he blushes harder.
You swim to him. "Why're you so shy?" you ask curiously. "Usually guys that look like you are arrogant assholes."
"Guys that look like me?" Dave questions, walking further into the pool to meet you in the middle. He lifts his arms as he winces from the coolness of the water.Â
You laugh and swim even closer until you're standing face-to-face in the water. Dave still looks blushed and you smirk. "Yeah. Guys that are handsome and cute andâ" your gaze flickers to his abs, "hotâlike you."
Dave looks like he could explode any second by how flushed he is and he rubs his nape. "Y-you think I'm all those things?"
You laugh, "Don't you own a mirror, Lizewski?"
He clearly doesn't know how to answer that so he goes with a compliment instead. "You're hot too, and cuteâand b-beautiful," he mumbles shyly, "and your personality is totally bangerâ" he tries and you can tell he means it he's just nervous.Â
You walk closer to him and hover your hand over his cheek before you push some of his curls behind his ear with your wet hand. "Dave, have you ever kissed a girl?" you ask, already knowing the answer.Â
His breath hitches. "N-noâ"Â
"Is it okay if I kiss you?" You look into his blue eyes and then at his pink lips.Â
Dave stutters, "B-but your parentsâ"
"Aren't paying attention to us. Promise," you smile and cup his cheek fully in your hand. You pull him in, pressing your lips to his gently. He's stiff in the beginning, his hands awkwardly finding your shoulders.
"Relax," you tease and bump your nose against his.Â
Dave relaxes and he lets out a small gasp as you push his back to the cool tile of the pool, your mouth exploring his hungrily. He's not a bad kisser for someone who'd never done it and when you wrap one leg around his hip, his hand dips under the water to hold your thigh. You groan into his lips and continue to kiss him as the water splashes around you.
The sun is warm on your skin and Dave can taste the lemonade from your lips. It's intoxicating and he wants more. He pulls away, breathless as he looks down at your body glistening from water and his dick fully hardens at how sexy you look in your bikini. His eyes are glued to your tits.Â
"Here," you laugh, feeling him becoming all hot and bothered so you guide one of his hands to your tit and continue to kiss him as he feels you up. You run one of your hands up and down his abs under the water. "Good boy," you praise between kisses and you feel like you're also on fire.Â
No experienced boy has ever made you feel this good. How is that even possible?
You make out for another few minutes and then as you pull away, Dave's lips are red and moist. His eyes are blown wide and he's panting. He looks breathtakingly beautiful.Â
You smirk and kiss his cheek, pushing away from him. "Times up," you tease and walk out of the pool, feeling his eyes linger on your figure as you wrap a towel around yourself. You turn to him, your tone light, "You should get back to workâDad doesn't like slackers," you taunt him and grab your magazine.Â
You hear Dave scrambling to exit the pool and you toss him an extra towel.Â
"Might have to fix that big problem of yours first," you giggle, smirking.
Dave immediately presses the bunched-up towel against his boner as he makes an embarrassed squeal. Your heart leaps at the sound and you look over your shoulder, waving at him as you walk away.Â
"I'll see you around, baby," you say with a wink and he is left a blushing mess behind you.Â
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Do you still accept JJK requests?
Jjk men and the classic 'there was only one bed in the hotel room' :D
Would be great if it isn't during a mission, I prefer the peaceful AU's but you do you, whatever you like ^^
JJK Men React to Sharing A Bed With You
âą JJK Men x Fem!reader HCs âą (18+)
Characters: Gojo, Nanami, Toji, Choso
CW: one bed trope!, implied sexual content, suggestive content
Ceeâs Note: imma be honestâŠ.I purposely left out Geto đ«Ł idk why but I was blanking with him. If yâall wanna see this trope with him yâall gotta send me ideas đ. But anywho, I hope yâall enjoy âđœ
**Minors do NOT interact; explicit content ahead**
Gojo
He a little TOO chill about it
He will play it off like itâs no big deal to share the bed.
Heâs already getting comfortable before you could even process whatâs going on.
âDonât worry, Iâll behave. Unless you donât want me toâ đ
Youâre starting to think he tipped off the receptionist for this room.
He will find ways to be close or cuddle with you
âItâs a little chilly in here. Donât want you to catch a coldâ đ
While cuddling, he will leave kisses to your shoulders and neck
His hands will lower inch by inch down your body, as if he was testing the waters to see if youâd let him
You didnât oppose to the touching and before you knew it his fingers were under your panties playing with your clit
Nanami
Oh he wants this BAD but he doesnât want you to feel uncomfortable
This man will risk back pains to sleep on the floor if you asked him too
But little did he know, you were about to do the same for him
âItâs ok, you can take the bed and Iâll sleep on the floorâ
âAbsolutely NOT!â
After two minutes of you both refusing for the other to sleep on the ground, you both decided to share the bed
Nanami keeps to his side of the bed to be respectful but that didnât last long as you practically buried your head against his broad chest
âYou donât mind?â
âNot at all, sweetheart. Comfortable?â đ
You were comfortable alright. Even more once you were straddling his lap. đ
Choso
You were more flustered about it than he was
He didnât mind sharing a bed with you at all
In fact he wanted nothing more than to be as close as possible to you
If you are at the far side of the bed, heâll frown at the gap
âYouâre so far from me. Câmereâ đ„ș
His face was nuzzled in your neck and his arms wrapped around you from behind
With your back and bum pressed against his front, he couldnât help the tent forming in his pants
You could feel his member pressing against your back and you may or may not have grinded your hips against him in response đ€
Toji
So what had happened wasâŠhe could only afford the room with one bed đ
But to him, a bed is a bed at the end of the day
Mans doesnât care if there was one or two beds, as long as he gets some sleep
âWell arenât you coming?â
Heâs already bundling under the sheets before you could even answer
His big ass took up all the space leaving you only the edge of the bed
âTo be honest, Iâd prefer you on top than next to meâ đ
Despite his comment, you laid next to him and attempted to roll his body over for more space
He rolled in the opposite direction and instead rolled on top of you, with you directly under him
âThis better, princess?â
Yes this was indeed better đ€
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I Gotta Take This.
Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger!Reader
Word Count: 1k
ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+
C/W: Language, Bucky sends a dickpic, reference to his beautiful cock đ, implied sex
It was becoming increasingly more difficult to pay attention to the mission briefing the longer Bucky Barnes continued to undress you with his stupid, blue eyes from across the room.
âStop staring at me, weirdo.â You text him from beneath the table, turning your attention back to Steve and Tony before either of the men standing and addressing the room had the opportunity to catch you on your phone.
You werenât surprised when the device buzzed against your thigh no more than thirty seconds later.
âItâs hard not to stare when I keep imagining you nakedâ
Motherfucker.
âKeep it in your pants, Barnes.â You text back quickly, shifting in your seat to keep your phone obscured. You glance back up at him to where he sits across the long table in front you, his head bowed slightly as he reads the message, a devilish smirk beginning to stretch across his face.
Oh goddamnit, you know that look.
Your eyes flit back down to your lap in anticipation just as the notification pops up for a new message. You open it and immediately fumble, nearly dropping your phone as you quickly try to close out of the photo heâd just sent you of his hand wrapped around his thick and angry cock. You were so focused on trying to ensure Nat and Clint seated opposite you hadnât seen the picture that you hadnât realized how indiscreet you were being until Steve cleared his throat.
âEverything okay over there?â He asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing his muscular arms over his chest.
âYe- Yeah. Yeah. Fine.â You reply, your voice an octave higher than normal and you notice Bucky stifling a laugh from across the table.
âRight, letâs refocus then.â Steve says sternly, turning back to the screen behind him. As soon as the super soldierâs back is to you, you whip your phone back out, typing frantically.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you!? Do you just keep dick pics on deck for your convenience?â
You watch Bucky grin as he leans back in his seat, fingers moving swiftly across his screen, before slowly raising his head back up to pin you under his intense gaze as your phone vibrates yet again.
âEmpty conference room. Down the hall. Make an excuse.â
You blink a few times, staring at the message in disbelief.
Heâs out of his mind. Thereâs no way youâre going to-
âNow.â
This man would be the death of you.
You scoot your chair back and stand up, drawing the attention of every Avenger in the room.
âIâm so sorry but I have to take this phone call.â You lie, avoiding their stares by looking back and forth between the door and the phone in your hand to feign urgency.
Tony scoffs. âNow? It canât wait?â He asks with clear annoyance in his tone.
You shake your head, walking backwards towards the door. âIt canât. Itâs important. I have to take this.â You repeat, pretending to pick up the call while you tilt your head to pin the phone between your ear and shoulder. âHello?â You ask absolutely no one as you slip out the door and into the hallway.
Bucky manages a solid two minutes of impatience, leaned forward in his seat and bouncing his leg while the team deliberates on if they should wait for you to return or continue without you, before he stretches, groaning dramatically.
âWell, seems like sheâs gonna be a while.â He states, standing up and rolling his shoulders. âIâm gonna go take a leak.â
âThe old man canât hold his bladder?â Tony mocks, tipping back in his seat and kicking his feet up on the table. Steve rolls his eyes and shakes his head, walking over and shoving Tonyâs feet back onto the floor. âKeep your feet off the table.â He grumbles, taking a seat in the empty chair next to him.
âIâm sorry, do you have a problem with me kicking my feet up on the table I paid for?â He asks sarcastically. Steve doesnât reply, only mumbling under his breath as he leans forward on his elbows.
âWe should get back to the meeting.â Bruce suggests, setting his tablet down and removing his glasses. âWe still have a lot to cover.â
âWe can wait, sheâs probably finishing up her phone call by now and it doesnât take but a minute for Bucky to run to the bathroom.â Steve responds, drumming his fingers against the table top.
Natasha stifles a laugh and Clint elbows her hard in the side. âOw! Seriously?â She asks, turning to glare at him.
Steve raises his eyebrow. âWhatâs funny?â
Natasha shrugs. âIâm just thinking theyâre both probably going to be gone for a while.â
Tony leans his head back, rolling his eyes and letting out a groan and Steve looks between him and Natasha before frowning. âNo, they should be back any minute.â He says, his expression growing puzzled.
Natasha canât hold back her laughter any longer and Clint slumps forward, dropping his forehead to rest on the table. âCaptain clueless over here.â He mumbles against the wood.
âOkay, what am I missing?â Steve asks, growing frustrated.
âIâm pretty sure theyâre fucking.â Natasha replies, struggling to keep a straight face at Steveâs naivety.
His eyes widen and he sits upright in his seat. âLanguage!â He stammers, looking at her in disbelief. âAnd thatâs just- thatâs definitely not-â
âIt definitely is.â Clint interjects, lifting his head and tossing his arms up. âI mean, come on. It wasnât even subtle.â
âWhat? No, she said she was taking a phone call and he said-â Steve begins to argue but Natashaâs laughter causes him to trail off as he furrows his brows and crosses his arms.
âI got this.â Tony says, tilting his head up towards the ceiling. âJ.A.R.V.I.S.?â He asks aloud.
âYes Mr. Stark?â
âCan you do a sweep of our empty offices?â
âJust a moment.â
Tony gestures his hand vaguely as he looks at Steve with his eyebrows raised.
âMovement detected in conference room B.â
Tony smirks, giving Steve a smug expression before addressing J.A.R.V.I.S. again.
âLet me guess, Y/N and Barnes?â
âThat would be correct, sir.â
A/N: Yeah, idk. This is just popped into my head and I needed to bring it to life. I typed it up in a whole five minutes so I apologize for any and all mistakes. đ«Ł
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hey đ
MY TURN TO REQUEST đ
how do you think Ghost would feel about his s/o who hates being touched but only allows him to touch them??? đđ
touchy feelies
warnings: gn! reader, combat medic! reader, gn!reader, pinning, a bit of mental exhaustion & guilt, self hair pulling
simon flinches if heâs caught off guard on base when someone gives him a friendly tap. even if itâs just soap who ends up giving him a friendly tap. he knows why that is, he just refuses to acknowledge it.
so when it comes to you, precious you, he gets it. he sees the way you side eye someone when they put a hand on your shoulder and how you shrug it off. he sees the way you avoid hugs like the plague. he sees you give weak smiles in exchange for pats on the back. he sees it all, he sees you.
the first time that you let him touch you, you both were skittish as can be. it was a simple fist bump but he knows it meant a lot to you. it was symbolic even. you initiated it, and thank god because simon would never push any boundaries, he wouldn't want it himself. it was simple really; a mission done well, you both staying alive with no major injuries, it was pretty ideal. as you both were about to land on the air-evac, you turn to him, a grin on your lips, "good to be alive sometimes huh?"
simon stared at you and your fist raised up a bit, he gulped but goddamnit, he couldn't resist it. he bumped his fist into yours and that alone made the both of you giggle on the inside like a crushing schoolgirl.
soap stared in utter confusion.
the next time you let him touch you was in the medical bay. you weren't broken, physically at least, but having to be on your feet all day with the weight of all those lives you couldn't save made you sick. it usually doesn't make itself known, today was just not a good day. simon was on his way to hit the showers when he walked past the open door, seeing you hunched over a crash cart, your head in your hands. the grip on your hair tightened and you looked just about to pull it all out.
he couldn't control his feet but soon he found himself backtracking and knocking on the door to get your attention. his body was attracted to you, drawn to you like a moth to a flame. he was hesitant when you looked up at him, awaiting what he had to say. soon he was a mere two steps besides you. you stood up a bit straighter, head lifted and eyes focused on him.
his hand found your back, lighting touching your camis. "you're doing good, kid"
you don't know why but you didn't hate his touch, it was a good warmth. you stared at him. you tried to breathe it all in, and soon you found yourself breathing him in, a hug that you actually wanted for once. physical touch was new to the both of you, it was awkward, arms loosely around each other, but it wasn't uncomfortable.
the next morning he saw you just about barked at someone trying to throw an arm around your shoulders for a picture. he laughed to himself, a bubbly feeling in his chest.
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Donut: The Hole Story
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader
Word Count: 969
Summary: When you stop at your favorite donut shop to grab some sweets on the way home from work they only have one left of your favorite flavor so you do what any other person would do...even though it's your husband's favorite too.
Author's Note: This is just because. We recently got some donuts from one of my favorite shops nearby and I just love writing about our fave guys with sweet things! If you wanna to check out the donut place you can find their website HERE. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžDivider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! đ„°
Warnings: fluffy sweetness and fun
*All text messages in italics*
You: Iâm on my way home Buck! Going to stop at the bakery, I want something sweet đ„°
Bucky: Ok doll face. And I got somethinâ sweet waiting for ya at home đđ
You: I know and I definitely want someâŠbut I also want a Dough donut đ©Iâve been craving it all day đ
Bucky: Want me to come and get you on my bike? I can leave now and Iâll take you right to Doughâ€ïž
You: Iâm already half way there but I hate to miss a ride with youâŠtake me after we have dinner and donuts? đ
Bucky: Of course doll, be careful, love youâ€ïž
You: I will love you too, see you soon!â€ïž
Bucky: AND DONUTS!đ©
You: YAY DONUTS!đ©
Before you even get the door of your apartment open Bucky does it for you, filling the frame with his broad shoulders and even broader smile.
Your greeting is cut off when he grabs you around the waist, tugs you inside, shuts the door- all in one smooth and quick motion- and presses you against it, his body caging you in while his lips cover yours.
âMm you taste extra sweet,â he murmurs when he pulls away to let you breathe.
âHi Buck,â you giggle.
He kisses you again, cradling your cheek in his hand and softly grazing just under your eye with the sweep of his thumb.
âReally sweetâŠâ he whispers against your lips.
âWait a secondâŠâ he mutters.
He kisses you again.
âDid youâŠ?â
And another kiss.
âYou ate one already didnât you?!â he grumbles.
He pulls back with wide blue eyes, his mouth hanging open to match.
âAte one what?â you ask, feigning perfect innocence with a bat of your lashes.
His mouth chases yours and his body keeps you pressed to the door.
âA TOASTED COCONUT TOO!â
âBUCKY!â
âIS THERE ANOTHER?â he asks with an accusatory tone as he frantically pats you down.
âDo you think Iâm hiding the donuts in my clothes?â you laugh with a raised brow. âOr are you just trying to cop a feel?â Â
âIâm always trying to cop a feel,â he winks before his expression morphs back into suspicion.
You bend down and grab the box you unceremoniously dropped to the floor when he pulled you into the apartment.
He takes it from your hand and narrows his eyes, holding the box covetously close to his chest.
With one more kiss to your lips he rushes off to the counter and rips open the top of the box. He stares at the full box of twelve donuts for several seconds before meeting your eyes.
You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist from behind.
âSee? A full box of donuts!â Â
âButâŠâ he starts, grabbing your arm and pulling you under his to bring you around to face him so he can kiss you again. âThereâs not toasted coconut!â Â
You shrug with nonchalance and smile sweetly. âThey were all out. It is the end of the day soâŠâ
He studies your face and tightens his grip on your waist.
âNo they werenât. There was one left and you ate it on the way home!â Â
Your shoulders lift to meet your ears in another act of indifference and you try to turn in his arms so you can grab a donut.
âNo,â you answer. âI wouldnât do that. But Iâd like one now.â Â
You manage to wiggle your way around and look down at the donuts, tapping your cheek as you try to decide on which one to eat first.
Just as your hand reaches out for a blueberry lemon the top of the box shuts.
âBUCK!â you squeak. âWhat the heck!?â
He pushes the box to the other side of the counter and in another smooth move thatâs too fast for you to fight he has you turned around and seated atop the surface, trapped by his body.
You cross your arms over your chest.
âCan I eat my donut please?â you huff.
âNot until you admit you ate the one toasted coconut left on the way home,â he counters with a smirk.
You lift your chin defiantly but you donât answer.
âI knew it!â he shouts. âI canât believe you ate it without waiting to share with me!â
You try and scooch off the counter so you can eat another donut but he doesnât let you move.
âYouâre not going anywhere,â he simpers.
âI want a donut.â
âYou already had one doll.â
Your lips press together and you scowl.
âI canât believe youâre denying me donuts Buck!â
âI just wanna hear you say it doll.â
âAnd if I donât?â you challenge.
âNo donuts.â
âYou wouldnât!â
He waggles his eyebrows. âTry me baby doll.â
You grunt and punch him in the chest.
He just smiles.
âI canât believe you Barnes!â
He doesnât budge and just stares with a triumphant grin.
You stare right back and slowly your lips curl into a smirk as an idea forms in your head. Without another word you press your chest to his and wrap your legs around his waist, gently rocking your hips. Your arms circle his neck and you run your fingers through his hair.
His fingers dig into your skin before slipping under your shirt and slowly inching higher.
Your fingers slide from his hair and down over his shoulders then bunch into his shirt to tug his lips closer.
âA distraction?â he hums. âReally?â
âI donât see you trying to stop me,â you whisper.
Your fingertips dance lower, tracing the waistband of his jeans.
âNo,â he murmurs. âWhy would I ever want to do that?â
âAnd Iâll just have my donut after I have you.â
âThatâs what you think,â he says right before kissing you, easily distracting you with his hands, lips and everything that's him.
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