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Smith Machine Close-Grip Bench Press: The Secret Weapon for Triceps Growth

The Smith machine close-grip bench press is a power-packed variation of the classic bench press exercise that is executed using the Smith machine, a versatile piece of gym equipment. This modified bench press targets specific muscle groups and provides unique advantages, making it a popular choice among fitness enthusiasts. In this article, we will delve into the intricacies of the Smith machine…

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the taste of iron

(buddie) (2.3k words) (8x01 alternate ending) so i made a joke the other day about what would have happened if buck hadn't pushed gerrard out of the way and then i kept thinking about it and then it wasn't a joke anymore and now we're here content warning: minor character death (but like. it's gerrard) (also blood related to said death)

Gerrard is so fucking loud. The vitriol, the bigotry, that’s what makes Buck angry, but it’s the volume that sets his teeth on edge. How it isn’t driving the rest of them insane, he’ll never understand.

The more he berates, the louder he gets. The construction, just feet away, adds to the cacophony. Buck can feel his eardrums vibrating with every spit-punctuated syllable that flies from Gerrard’s mouth. He needs it to stop, he needs it to—

All at once, three things happen. Gerrard’s hand comes up, finger pointed accusingly at the center of his chest. Buck takes an instinctive step back and stumbles, just enough to throw him off balance. The sound of the saw changes.

The split second it takes for Buck to steady himself is a split second too long.  The saw blade flies across the room and embeds itself in the engine, but not before slicing deep into the tissue of Gerrard’s throat. Arterial blood sprays itself across Buck’s face. For a moment, everything goes quiet. Then, it descends into chaos.

Distantly, Buck hears someone shout his name. A hand grabs his shoulder and—

Firefighter needs help, I repeat—

—spins him around.

“Buck!” It’s Eddie’s voice, but Eddie—

Are you hurt?

—Eddie’s hands are on him, on his face, on his chest. They come away red and slick with blood.

“You’re okay, Buck, look at me, you’re okay.”

Go! Go, go, go go!

Buck blinks. Swallows. He tastes—

Three minutes away, we’re so close.

Eddie’s hands find his face again. “Look at me,” he says, as if Buck could ever look away. “I need you to breathe.”

I need you to hang—I need you to hang on.

Buck takes a breath, then another. There’s blood on his face. Eddie’s hands are on his face. Eddie’s hands are covered in blood. It’s not Eddie’s blood. It’s not Eddie’s blood.

There’s a siren, but Eddie’s not in the engine. Eddie’s in front of him, still standing. Eddie—

“Just like that, there you go. With me. In… and out…” His voice is calm, steady, unlabored.

“You’re—” Buck croaks.

Eddie’s eyes are wide and brown and focused. “I’m right here, Buck, keep breathing with me.”

His hand rises of its own accord and finds Eddie’s shoulder. The fabric of his t-shirt is dry and undamaged. Eddie’s brows draw together and a moment later realization seems to dawn.

“I’m okay, Buck,” he says, painfully quiet. “I’m not hurt.”

All at once, the tension that’s been keeping him upright goes. He stumbles, and without Eddie’s steadying grip, he’d probably fall. Buck blinks a few times, and the blurry world around him and Eddie comes back into focus.

Eddie’s turned him away from the engine bay, away from what must be an ocean of blood behind him. Everything he can see looks normal, but it’s unnaturally quiet. Buck lets out a shaky breath.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and it’s like shattering glass the way it breaks the silence.

Eddie’s face relaxes a fraction. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Buck lets Eddie pull him toward the locker room and guide him down onto the bench. He’s gentle, like Buck might break if he presses just a little bit too hard. He pulls at Buck’s shirt until it comes untucked, then carefully peels it off of him, leaving shivering gooseflesh in his wake.

“I’ll be right back,” Eddie says, “I promise.”

Buck nods numbly.

Eddie slips into the bathroom, and a moment later Buck hears the sound of running water. He comes back a few seconds later with clean hands and a damp towel.

“Okay,” he says quietly. He kneels and brings the towel to Buck’s cheek. It’s warm; Eddie must’ve waited for the water to heat before wetting it.

With one hand, Eddie drags the towel in soft, short strokes across Buck’s skin. The other cups the back of his head, steadying him. Buck’s eyes flutter closed, and Eddie takes the opportunity to carefully wipe at the blood that flecks his eyelids.

Finally, Buck hears the towel drop wetly to the floor and opens his eyes.

“With me?” Eddie asks. His eyes bore into Buck’s.

“Yeah,” he rasps.

Eddie squeezes his knee and stands. “Good,” he says, turning away just long enough to fish a sweatshirt from his locker and hand it to Buck.

“Thanks.” Buck pulls the sweatshirt on and is immediately enveloped by the smell of Eddie’s laundry detergent. It settles a little more of the anxiety that’s dug itself deep into his stomach.

Eddie settles next to him on the bench and brushes their shoulders together. “You want to talk about it?”

Buck shakes his head. He doesn’t. But—

“Is he dead?”

In his peripherals, Buck sees Eddie frown. “Probably,” he says after a long moment.

“Oh.” Buck feels less about that than he thought he might. He’s neither sad nor relieved, though he suspects the apathy will fade with the shock. “Can we go home?”

Eddie huffs a soft breath that might’ve been a laugh on another day. “Yeah. Pretty sure the 118’s not going back into service until B shift gets here.”

“Who’s going to deal with…” Buck trails off.

“Not us,” Eddie says decisively. He stands and grabs both of their bags from the lockers. “Come on, I’ll drive.”

“You hate driving,” Buck says quietly.

The corner of Eddie’s mouth ticks up. “Which is why I owe you more rides than you’ll ever cash in on.”

Buck surprises himself with something close to a laugh. “Yeah, okay,” he says.

Eddie all but manhandles him into the passenger seat of the truck, lingering just a moment longer than strictly necessary, then jogs over to the driver’s side. He turns the key in the ignition and fiddles with the radio until it lands on a station playing something old and soft.

As far as Buck can tell, it’s not a song he’s heard before, but it’s warm and comfortable all the same. He relaxes into his seat and pulls the sleeves of Eddie’s sweatshirt over his knuckles. It’s loose on him, unlike the majority of Eddie’s clothing, and Buck wonders if he bought it with a day like this in mind.

Eddie taps his fingers on the wheel as he drives and glances over at Buck every time they hit a red light. He’s quiet, though, and Buck is too, grateful for the chance to gather himself in the near silence. By the time they pull into Eddie’s driveway, Buck’s starting to feel mostly like a person again.

He follows Eddie inside, and it’d probably feel like any other day if he wasn’t still wearing his uniform pants and boots.

“I’m just gonna…” Buck says, nodding toward Eddie’s bedroom as he toes out of his shoes.

Eddie steps around him and squeezes his elbow. “I’ll be in the kitchen,” he says, but it feels a little more like, ‘take all the time you need, I’ll still be here’.

Buck’s had a drawer at Eddie’s almost as long as he’s known him. He bypasses that drawer and goes straight for the one that houses Eddie’s most comfortable and threadbare pajamas. He changes into a pair of soft cutoffs, and with his uniform sheds the last of the tension in his shoulders.

He wanders into the kitchen and finds Eddie whisking eggs in a mixing bowl. Wordlessly, Buck sets the table and pours two glasses of orange juice. When he’s done, he sits, knowing exactly what Eddie will say if he offers to help with the food.

A few minutes later, Eddie carries two plates to the table. Breakfast is simple, just scrambled eggs and toast, but Eddie’s gotten good at this; the eggs are beautifully fluffy and the toast is a perfect golden brown.

“Hang on a sec,” Eddie says.

He goes over to the fridge and returns with a new, unopened jar of blueberry preserves, the kind you can only get at the farmer’s market. Buck swallows thickly, suddenly aware of just how many words are caught in his throat.

“Thanks,” he says, the only one of them he thinks will come out painlessly.

Eddie ghosts his hand along Buck’s shoulder then sits in the chair closest to his.

“Eat,” he says softly, and it’s only then that Buck realizes he hasn’t even picked up his fork.

Buck read somewhere, once, that the physical act of chewing was enough to meaningfully lower cortisol levels. He’s not actually sure if it’s true, but sitting here with Eddie, he thinks it might be. It makes sense – you don’t stop to eat until the danger has passed. You eat when you feel safe. Buck feels safe. He spreads blueberry preserves on his toast and eats.

When he’s done, Eddie grabs both of their plates and drops them in the sink. He returns to his chair.

“Do you want to talk or try to get some rest?” he asks after a long moment.

Rest sounds really good, actually, but—“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep,” Buck admits.

“We can watch a movie,” Eddie says, offering him an out.

Buck smiles half-heartedly. “Not sure I can do that, either,” he says.

“Then tell me,” Eddie says, voice full of all the concern he hasn’t expressed yet.

“I’m not sure what to say,” Buck says, finding it to be true as soon as it leaves his mouth.

Eddie looks conflicted for a second, but then his expression steels. “When I got shot. That’s what it reminded you of, right?”

There’s a certain relief in not having to voice it himself. Buck nods.

“Okay,” Eddie says gently.

“For—for a second I wasn’t in the station anymore. It was—I know you don’t really remember anything about that day.” Buck shrugs helplessly.

“I do,” Eddie offers. “Not most of it, I mean, but…” Eddie lifts his hand to Buck’s face and brushes a thumb along the curve of his cheek.   

Something Buck doesn’t have a name for clenches in his stomach.

“I have this picture of you in my head; I was never quite sure whether or not I dreamed it.”

Buck’s breath catches in his chest.

“Guess not,” Eddie says ruefully, shaking his head.

“What, um—what do you—” Buck presses his lips together as the rest of the question refuses to form in his mouth.

Eddie sighs. “We never really talked about this, did we?”

Buck frowns. “We did,” he says.

Eddie shakes his head. “We talked about me, but you were there, too.”

“I didn’t get shot, Eddie.”

“And I didn’t get struck by lightning.”

Buck looks down at his hands and realizes they’re shaking.

“I know what it feels like to watch you die, Buck,” Eddie says seriously. “And you know how it feels to be covered in my blood.”

“I know how it tastes,” Buck corrects quietly. He glances up in time to see the stricken expression on Eddie’s face.

“What?” he breathes.

“It was the only thing I could taste for weeks.” Eddie’s hands find his. “And then today, I tasted it again.”

“Buck,” Eddie says roughly. Buck’s always liked the way his name sounds on Eddie’s lips. He says it like it means something.

All at once, Buck realizes that he’s been waiting years for permission to talk about this, permission Eddie’s finally given him, and it all comes pouring out.

“I thought you were gonna die, Eds. I—I thought I was going to have the taste of your blood in my mouth for the rest of my life. And I—god, I blamed myself for—for not seeing it coming, or getting to you faster.”

Eddie’s hands tighten around his. “You got there fast enough. You saved me,” he says.

Buck laughs softly. “I know. In my head I know that, but—but it never feels like it.”

“Still?” Eddie asks.

In lieu of a response, Buck takes one of Eddie’s hands in his own and presses his fingers to the pulse point in his wrist. His heart beats strong and steady. Buck closes his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says.

He blinks them back open. His brow furrows. “For what?”

Eddie’s lips twist painfully. “We should have talked about this a long time ago. I should’ve asked.”

Buck shakes his head. “That’s not on you.”

“I think it might be,” Eddie says.

“You got shot,” Buck says. “You’re allowed to avoid the subject.”

Eddie huffs a soft breath. “I think…” he trails off.

Buck waits, counting every beat of Eddie’s pulse against his fingertips.

“I think I was afraid that if we talked about it, I’d remember.”

“And you didn’t want to,” Buck says. “I get that.”

“It’s all so blurry,” Eddie says, “but I remember the way it hurt. I remember being afraid. But I also—there was a moment, somewhere in all that, when I wasn’t afraid anymore.”

Buck bites his lip and nods.

“And…” Eddie’s jaw tightens for a moment. “And when I think about that, I—that’s when I see you.”

Buck takes a sharp, aching breath.

Eddie watches him for a long moment until something minute shifts in his expression. “Oh,” he says softly.

“What?” Buck asks.

Eddie shakes his head. “I just—I remembered something else.”

“Do you want to…”

“I think I’m gonna need a minute with this one,” Eddie says. “But I’ll tell you. I promise.”

“You don’t have to,” Buck says.

The corner of Eddie’s mouth ticks up into a small smile. “I know.”

“Okay,” Buck says softly. He holds Eddie’s gaze for several seconds, but nothing in it scares him. It’s Eddie, warm, perceptive and sure. “I—I think I might be able to sleep.”

“Good,” Eddie says. He stands, pulling Buck up with him. “Come on.”

And just as he has every other time Eddie’s asked him to, Buck follows.

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sakusa kiyoomi when you're sick includes fluff , kiyoomi is a cutie , you're in a relationship

sakusa doesn't know what he's doing here.

standing outside your door, tightly gripping onto the flimsy plastic of a convenience store bag which was filled with various medicines and groceries for him to cook. to him, this felt a bit too intimate. showing up to your home unannounced because your classmate told him you were out sick and he knew that your parents weren’t home, so who would look after you if it wasn’t him? 

realistically, he could turn around right now, you didn’t know he was here yet. but there was something unfamiliar which pulled him towards your front door. an unsettling sensation bloomed deep in his chest when he’d imagine you sick, all alone on your bed. 

before he knew it, his legs were pulling him towards your door, he sighs as he presses his finger against your doorbell, hoping that you weren’t sleeping. a couple moments later, the door shifts open and he sees you, bundled in his dark sweatshirt and a pair of large trousers, and his expression softens slightly.

“oh, yn” he mumbles, gently rubbing your cheek, “you look so unwell.”

“why are you here kiyoomi?” you ask, obviously congested as you looked up at him confused. you knew about his aversion to disease, and how he’d go out of his way to ensure that he wouldn’t get sick, so you weren’t exactly sure on why he was here, holding you gently like this.

kiyoomi shrugs nonchalantly and pushes past you, closing the door as he slips off his shoes and neatly places them near the door. 

“i just felt like it, why aren’t you in bed?” he questions, unpacking all the medicines and aligning them in a neat row before moving to wash the vegetables and fruits, looking over at you occasionally.

“i had a really horrible headache, and i couldn’t get to sleep.” you explained, moving to lean your head on his back, gently brushing your fingers against his arm. kiyoomi smiles to himself, looking back at you with a soft expression.

“tired?” he asks gently, curling his fingers against your soft hair. you nod in response, letting out a yawn as you rubbed your face against his back.

“so exhausted, i hate being sick like this,” you complained. he thought you were cute, with your nose red and dry as you looked up at him expectantly, “what are you cooking?”

“okayu.” he states simply, washing the rice efficiently, “you should go lie down on the couch, have you had any medicine today?” he asks pointedly, letting out a deep sigh when you shake your head no. “you should be taking better care of yourself, there’s pei ko on the island bench.”

“i know, but i’ve just been so bedridden today.” you slip away from him, and kiyoomi can't help but miss the comfort of your warmth. he watches as you pour 10 ml of the thick medicine into a plastic cup, before downing the medicine, it’s sickeningly sweet on your tongue, and he smiles when he sees you scrunch your face up. 

“go lie down on the couch while i make this for you.” he sighs, gently pulling you in for a soft kiss before walking you to the sofa, he guides you onto lying onto the couch, pushing your hair behind your ears as he adjusts the pillow behind you. 

you look up at him as he works, letting him pamper you as you feel the weight of your sickness settled in your bones. sakusa kiyoomi was infamous for being a perfectionist, but he let that go when it was just you. he’d gently lay blankets over your body, pressing kisses against your cough ridden lips between each layer.

“okay, just try to sleep while i cook for you, and i’ll wake you up when it’s done. okay?” he asks, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he strokes your hair, lulling you to sleep.

he promptly moves back to the kitchen, continuing to swiftly cut shallots and occasionally check on the simmering pot as the sea-like smell of dashi powder wafts through the air of your home. sakusa would have a small smile on his face when he heard you sleeping soundly, this was oddly domestic, and he somehow didn’t mind the predicament. 

a half hour later you feel kiyoomi gently nudging you awake, the tray of okayu and a variety of different side dishes on a tray which is laid on the coffee table.

“is it ready?” you asked tiredly, rubbing your eyes as kiyoomi nodded.

“yeah, here.” he passes you a box of tissues and rubs your shoulder when you blow your nose, “ready to eat?” he asks curiously, helping you sit up.

“yeah, thank you. it looks really nice, baby.” you smile up at him, bringing the metal spoon to your mouth. the porridge was warm on your tongue, and had a satisfying light taste. he was good at this.

you sat in silence, leaning against his shoulder as the only sounds which surrounded you was the metal scraping against the wooden bowl. kiyoomi was glad that you seemed to be enjoying the meal he prepared, he would bury his nose into your hair as he held you close, circling his fingers against your waist.

he watches as you set the cutlery on the finished tray and he hums softly.

“did you enjoy it?” he asks curiously, “made your throat feel a bit better?”

“yeah, it was really soothing, thank you omi.” you reply, curling against his chest.

“okay, let’s get you to bed then.” he’d scoop you up into his arms, walking you towards your warm bedroom and tucking you in tight, “i’ll come join you in a bit, i’m gonna clean up first.” but before he could leave you clutched onto his arm tight.

“stay, just for a bit.” you ask, looking up at him with tired eyes, “just until i fall asleep.” 

who was he to say no.

sakusa nods and slips into the bed next to you, pulling you against his chest and wrapping the blankets around you securely. he lets out a deep sigh of relief, feeling his muscles relax in your comforting presence, even if he can already feel his throat tightening with the same sickness as yours. 

“feeling better?” he asks, twirling your hair against your finger as he feels your head shift up and downwards against his chest.

“yeah, a lot better since you got here.” you admit, “it was miserable being home all alone today.” making kiyoomi nod in response.

“sounds boring, i’m glad i came since you weren’t eating your proper nutrients, hm?” he scolds, smiling against your scalp, “it’s how you’re supposed to get better, silly girl,” you nod lazily in response.

“i know, but i was just so tired.” you whine,

“then rest, and be quiet now.” he shushes you, pressing a final kiss to your lips before cradling your head in his arms, signalling that he wanted to sleep too.

sakusa kiyoomi would gently pepper kisses against your temple as he felt your slow breaths rise up and down against him, he’d spend hours memorising the pattern, occasionally matching his breaths to yours. he’d shift his hold on you when you moved around in your sleep, sometimes taking the subconscious initiate to curl against him, wrapping your arms tightly as you’d nuzzle your soft head against him.

kiyoomi didn’t think he was built for this, the domesticity of somebody else in his arms. he was scared of course, it was so him to be afraid of contracting your disease, but he didn’t necessarily think about it this time. you were his priority now, so he was okay with the high chance of having the flu than watch you suffer in your lonesome. maybe the way you’d fit perfectly in his arms every time would make him rethink his innate desires, because kiyoomi had a very individualistic mindset, his whole future was planned out since the ripe age of 11, but maybe he’d want to welcome you into that too. 

! extra

a couple weeks later, you look over to your boyfriend and hear a newly familiar sound,

“a-achoo!” he sneezes, cringing as he wipes his nose, “it’s all over for me” he sighs dramatically, leaning against your shoulder as he seeks your warmth, letting you spoon feed him bits of okayu with poached chicken.

please consider liking, reblogging or following if you enjoyed! i need to nibble on him so bad

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mile high | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: you're bored and teasing spencer seemed to be harmless and entertaining until he pops a boner, you take your chances with inviting him into the small bathroom to have a quickie.

you and spencer were sitting on the small couch at the back of the jet while everyone else caught up on the sleep they missed on the case. spencer was doing what he usually did, reading a book, while you were doing what you usually did, watching him flip through the pages.

"stop looking at me like that." he murmured, dropping his book on his lap to cover his growing bulge. you leaned onto his shoulder and slid your hand across his cardigan clad stomach, grinning at the way his body tensed under your touch.

teasing spencer in public wasn't something you did often but then again he's usually more composed than he was now, you could probably count on one hand how many times he'd gotten aroused in public.

"what's wrong, spence? a girl can't look at her beautiful boy?" you spoke directly into his ear, letting your lips graze the shell of his ear causing a shiver to travel up his spine. you moved your hand under his shirt and traced the ridges of his abdomen, your cool hand quickly warming up from the heat radiating off of his skin.

"y/n..." he grabbed ahold of your wrist to stop your hand from moving further down.

"i'll be in the bathroom, for when you're done pretending to be more interested in that book." you stood up and made your way into the small bathroom on the jet, making sure to glance back at him before you shut the door.

spencer stared at the door for a few seconds before looking down at the book in his hands, the feeling of his cock straining against his pants caused him to toss the book onto the bench beside him. as he quietly walked to the bathroom, he glanced at the team to make sure they were still asleep before slipping into the bathroom.

as soon as he closed the door behind him you grasped his shirt and pulled him between your open legs, wasting no time and smashing your lips into his. spencer let out a muffled noise of surprise at how fast you were moving, his hands steadying himself on the counter you were sitting on.

spencer pulled away from your lips when your fingers started to swiftly unbutton his cardigan, shrugging it off of his shoulders and setting it on the counter. you slid off the counter and turned around, you unbuttoned your jeans and pushed them and your panties down you legs.

his eyes nearly bulged out of his head when you bent over and exposed your glistening folds to him. no matter how many times he's seen your body, each time always took him back to the first time. though, each time he learned to grow more confident when touching you.

"we don't have all day, spence." you gently reminded him, pushing your ass back to pull him out of the trance he seemed to be in.

"right, sorry." he quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down his legs. he took ahold of his cock and guided it through your slit, letting the tip bump into your throbbing clit few times before he lined up with your entrance and slid in.

your head dropped down onto your arm as you bit down on your bottom lip to silence yourself. spencer let out a shaky breath and tentatively pulled his hips back until just the tip was nuzzled in your warmth and then pushed back in.

his hands gripped the plushy flesh on your hips as his hips fell into that familiar steady rhythm. a whimper fell from his parted lips as he leaned over your body and laid his head on your shoulder.

"this is insane." he groaned, thinking about how the team was just outside the door and anyone could wake up and barge in at any given moment. you hummed in response and pushed back into him, basically fucking yourself on his cock.

spencer wrapped his arm around your body and pressed his fingers to your clit, relishing in the sound of your moans. you both tried to stay quiet but you were so immersed in the pleasure you hardly had any regards to how loud you were.

the combination of his cock pressing deep in your cunt and his fingers circling your swollen clit, sent you right over the edge. you placed your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from making too much noise. you relaxed into your folded arms on the counter when the rush was over, though your cunt continued to throb around his cock

spencer whined and whimpered against your heated skin as he felt himself getting close, his once steady pace faltering. you reached back and tugged at his hair, purposely clenching your walls around his cock.

just as you felt his hips still and his warm cum flood your walls, your ears popped, signaling that the plane was descending for landing. spencer let out a ragged huff and stood up, pulling his softening cock out of your warmth. he watched as his cum seeped out of you before gathering it with his fingers and stuffed it back in your cunt.

you stood up and pulled your bottoms up, spencer did the same. you both took a minute to make sure you looked presentable before opening the door and walking out. you noticed that everyone was, in fact, awake and staring at you. spencer lowered his gaze to the floor as he trailed behind you.

"what?" you mumbled and glanced at all of them, they all shook their heads and looked down. luckily, the pilot's voice sounded through the intercom and filled the awkward silence.

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Protective

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Teen!Reader

Summary: You get injured

Mapi was on her feet the moment you went down.

She was sitting on the bench, having been subbed off earlier in the match. Ingrid was still on the pitch, playing in the defensive line while you were in your usual spot further up near the opposing goal.

"Mapi." Patri grasped her arm, the only thing stopping her from running on and giving the opposing defender a piece of her mind.

She watched as Ingrid sprinted the length of the pitch, without even stopping to think. You were lying on the ground, covering your face.

The defender was being yelled at by the ref as Alexia and Claudia stood nearby. The medics waited on the side, ready to come on the moment they were needed.

You were guided to a sitting position by Lucy and Ona just as Ingrid arrived. She crouched down in front of you, blocking Mapi's view for a moment before taking your face in her hands.

Mapi watched impatiently for a second as you turned to the side and spat out blood. It wasn't a lot but it was clearly enough to worry Ingrid, who hurriedly waved on the medics.

They grabbed at your face too, making you open and close it several times before shaking their heads at your coach.

You wouldn't be allowed to continue.

You were clapped off the pitch and didn't quite see Ingrid shoulder check the woman that took you down.

"Oh, bebita," Mapi said as you guided to the bench, an ice pack on your swollen jaw," Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," You said, though your speech was a little garbled," This is so unnecessary."

"You spat up blood," Mapi reminded you," That's pretty serious."

"That no good-" You let out a long string of curses in Swedish that would have Frido up in arms if she were there. "She's made of cement."

Mapi managed a little laugh at the outrage on your face but only a little. She reached out to move the icepack to the side.

Your jaw was a swelling mass of purple and blue and you winced when she touched it.

"Is it just this?"

You nodded. "They said it should be fine in a week or two."

"I was worried you broke it, bebita."

You grinned at her, all lopsided like a little puppy. "I haven't broken a bone in years," You said proudly.

"Well, let's keep it that way." Mapi patted your head and opened up her coat for you to snuggle into. "How do they even fix a broken jaw? Like, where do they put the cast?"

"They wire you to the teeth of the other jaw," You reported," I'd have to be on a liquid diet."

Both you and Mapi shivered in disgust.

"Well, let's just keep that jaw of yours bruised rather than broken."

You rolled your eyes, slumping further into Mapi's grip as you watched the game in front of you. Your jaw felt somewhat numb from the icepack and you pulled it away.

"Hey!" Mapi grabbed at your hand, moving it straight back to your jaw. "Keep that on there!"

"I'm fine," You said.

"Keep it there!" She insisted.

"My hand's cold," You complained.

Mapi snatched the ice pack from your hand, pressing it into your bruising jaw as she pulled out her gloves.

You knew that you wouldn't be able to get out of this one so just accepted your fate being held hostage by Mapi until the match was over.

But it wasn't just until the match was over.

Mapi fussed over you as you headed back onto the pitch to shake everyone's hands. You weren't that much shorter than her but it certainly felt like it as she led you around with a hand on your shoulder while the other kept the icepack firm against your face.

Patri and Pina both teased you from afar and you stuck your tongue out at them, your face turning red when you realised that this was absolutely going on social media tonight.

You didn't have time to dwell on it though because Ingrid appeared in front of you.

Her hands fluttered over your face. "Are you okay? How are you? How is she?"

"A few weeks out," Mapi replied," It's just bruised though, no breaking."

"That's good." Ingrid tucked you into her side. "You're coming home with us tonight, right?" She glanced at Mapi. "You've told her that she's coming back with us tonight, right?"

Mapi shrugged. "I didn't think that I had to. She comes home with us every time she's injured."

You puffed out your cheeks in annoyance. "I'm not injured, not really."

They both set you a look that had you chuckling awkwardly.

"We're getting takeout, right? Because I'm injured?"

Ingrid grinned at you, tucking you further under her arm and taking custody of the ice pack. "If you stop complaining, then yes."

You grinned back at her, more than happy to shut up and shake everybody's hand - even if Patri and Pina wandered closer to poke fun at you.

"Er...l/n, hey," The defender who took you down said.

You had been left alone briefly, Ingrid called away by Jonatan and Mapi talking with one of her friends. "Oh...hey..."

"Look, I'm really sorry about your face."

"It's fi-"

"You should be."

Ingrid and Mapi appeared on either side of you. Mapi passed you a fresh icepack and Ingrid tucked you into her side again.

"You could have seriously hurt her," Ingrid continued," Like broken her jaw, kind of hurt."

This was perhaps, more embarrassing than Patri and Pina teasing you. You already knew that cameras were going to be focused on this interaction.

"It's fine," You cut in quickly," Let's just drop it, alright? I'll be fine. We're good."

The defender, clearly catching on that they needed to vacate quickly, shook your hand. "We're good," She repeated," Cool."

"You let her off too easy," Mapi said as her eyes tracked the retreating player," She could have really hurt you."

"But she didn't and she already got carded. No harm, no foul."

"Except there was harm and there was a foul," Ingrid said. She steered you towards the tunnel, turning your back on the opposing player and thus ending the conversation.

Mapi lingered for a moment, glaring daggers before she turned around too.

"So," She said as Ingrid pressed the icepack a bit firmer into your bruising jaw," What are we thinking for dinner? I vote sushi!"

[adiraargent]

How Daiki Aomine likes to show affection

wc:0.9k Warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive, swearing summary: just cute things Daiki does to show you he loves you :P

The sun had barely risen when Daiki found you in the kitchen, flipping pancakes and humming a tune. You knew he had practice this morning so you wanted to make him some breakfast that he could eat before he went so he wouldn't have an empty stomach.

He sidled up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as he nuzzled his face into your neck, a warm smile playing on his lips as his large body enveloped yours.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he mumbled, peppering your neck with soft kisses, his kisses tickling your skin, making you pull away slightly with a few giggles falling from your mouth. His grip on your waist made it impossible for you to actually move away from him.

You laughed, turning your head slightly to steal a quick peck on his cheek. "Hey, you're gonna distract me, and then these pancakes will burn."

A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes, and he tightened his hold around you. "I'd rather have you than perfect pancakes," he murmured, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Daiki... you have training," you reminded him, your tone firm

He spun you around, hoisting you up onto the bench and stepped between your legs, holding your thighs apart with his hands as he leant forward, a smirk on his lips, "Training can wait... I want my breakfast first"

You push him back with a laugh and hop off the bench, going back to the pancakes and quickly flipping them, "sorry Dai, not this morning."

His affectionate nature often spoke louder than words. Daiki had his own way of expressing love without needing to say those three little words outright. Forehead kisses were his specialty, his lips meeting your forehead with a tenderness that spoke volumes about his feelings.

As the morning sun painted the kitchen in hues of gold, Daiki pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before resting his forehead against yours. It was a silent promise, an unspoken declaration of his affection.

He noticed a few stray strands of hair falling over your face and tucked them behind your ear, his thumb brushing your cheek softly. "There," he said, a small smile gracing his lips. "Now I can see your beautiful face properly."

You leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth and familiarity of his presence. It was those little gestures, the way he'd interlace his fingers with yours unexpectedly or pull you into a sleepy back hug while you cooked, that made your heart flutter.

"Want me to help?" Daiki asked, his chin resting on your shoulder as he reached for a spatula, his closeness adding a sense of comfort to the morning routine.

"Nah, I've got this," you replied, feeling his arms still wrapped around you, a sense of contentment settling within.

His protectiveness often shone through in subtle ways. Walking down a busy sidewalk, Daiki would switch positions with you, guiding you to the safer side, always keeping a watchful eye to ensure your safety.

Even in the busiest of mornings, when his off days clashed with your work commitments, Daiki's playful clinginess never wavered. He'd hold you a little longer, steal a few extra kisses, and reluctantly let go when it was time for him to leave.

"Hey, I remembered you mentioned liking this snack," Daiki grinned, producing a pack of your favourite treats as he returned home from training. "Thought it'd make your day better."

It was those thoughtful gestures that made your heart swell. Daiki always seemed to remember the little things, the details that made you feel seen and appreciated.

During his overseas trips for games, Daiki would often send pictures of random things he saw, every single one a silent reminder of you. A text accompanied each picture, a simple 'reminded me of you.'

In social situations that made you uneasy, Daiki's reassuring grip on your hand grounded you. He'd squeeze your hand gently, offering silent support throughout the event, his presence a calming anchor in a sea of discomfort.

Sometimes, tears would fall, and Daiki would kiss them away, his touch a balm to your pain. He never hesitated to let you cry on his shoulder, his t-shirt soaked with your tears, never once complaining.

"Everything okay?" Daiki would ask, concern etched on his face, always meeting you where you were, emotionally and mentally.

He wholeheartedly supported your dreams, making concrete plans and ensuring they came to fruition. Daiki would often drop encouraging texts before an important event, his words a source of strength.

Surprises were his forte. He'd bring home flowers for you, just because. No occasion, no reason, only his desire to see you smile.

If he was ever away for basketball, each morning and night, a text would pop up on your phone. "Good morning," or "Goodnight," accompanied by a heart emoji or a simple 'miss you.'

His way of saying 'I love you' without uttering the words explicitly extended to the little details. Daiki made you a Spotify playlist, songs that reminded him of your relationship or just songs he thought you would like. His memory was impeccable, recalling your preferences and quirks with ease.

One day, as you studied, flipping through pages of your textbook, you found post-its with little notes Daiki had left for you. Words of encouragement, doodles, and hearts, all scattered within the pages, each note bringing a smile to your face.

Hope you liked it ;P Written by: adiraargent Please do not take credit, steal, or repost anywhere else Requests are open :)

[sweetnans]

This is a new field for me I hope you like it. (Not proofread)

...

"You're hurting me. You're hurting me. You're hurting me!"

"Don't move"

A little Noya and a little you were playing hide and seek in the park when you stumbled upon a giant piece of wood and a splinter got stuck in the middle of the palm of your hand.

Nishinoya, your best friend sat you on one of the swings and took your hand to analyze how deep the splinter was.

"Don't, don't, that hurts -" you winced through the pain.

"I didn't even touch you!"

You were squirming under his touch, and Noya was worried and losing his patience.

You closed your eyes to prevent the crying from falling. Noya took a look of your face and shook his head.

"I'm going to have to take you to the hospital"

You opened your eyes in an instant. The waterfall of tears streaming down your face.

"What?" You murmured shocked.

Now you were scared.

"I'll take you in my bike"

You were barely ten years old, and he was more than ready to be your hero. You followed him to the entrance of the park where he had his bike on the sidewalk.

"Noya, I'm scared," you said, containing the sobs.

You've never seen him so serious in your life, and he was acting like you were about to die, so it freaked you out even more.

He needed to calm you down before he broke in tears too.

"If you stay still, I think I can take it off." he grabbed your good hand, giving you the necessary amount of reassurance.

You nodded, and he took you by the sidewalk.

"Here, sit,"' he guided you until you were sat on the verge. "Open your legs, wide"

You did what he said, and then he sat in between your legs, giving you the view of his back.

"Give me your hand"

You passed your hand under his arm, and he took it carefully.

"Now, lay your head on my back and close your eyes, l'lI count to three, ready?" He was acting quiet so unlike him.

You nodded against his back and closed your eyes firmly until you saw colorful stars in a black background.

"Done!" He said euphoric, going back to his usual self. You didn't even flinch from the pain. "Do you want to keep it? It's very big, " he said, holding the tiny splinter between his index and his thumb.

...

"Stay still, Yuu!"

You were now in the gym. Noya was in front of you sitting on a bench moving like he was a fish out of the ocean.

"I'm totally fine. Let me go back so I can play, " He said, eager to escape your grip.

"Your chin is fucking open in two you dumbass" you grabbed him by his shoulder to examine the injury. "How many times have I told you not to play libero in the field"

Ten minutes ago, he was playing with Tanaka and Hinata on the side of the football field. He threw himself to catch the ball but ended up with his head against the grass and his chin torn by a spiky rock

You were at the gym, talking with Kiyoko and Yachi when a crying Hinata appeared out of nothing pointing out in the direction of the football field.

With the help of Tanaka, you took him inside of the gym to check him out. It was too late to go to the nursery, and you were actually worried that he might need stitches.

"I wasn't playing libero, I am the libero," he stated triumphantly with a big smile that made him wince in pain.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

"We are going home, I need to look at that properly so we can make a decision." You grabbed your backpack and started searching for tissues.

"I'm not going anywhere. I need to keep improving my game!" He whined like a little kid, gaining a few muffled laughs from the team.

"Tell me where are your things and put this under your chin, press harder," you said, ignoring him and pressing the tissue in his chin while grabbing his hand for him to do it.

"I'm going to stay here!" He standed enthusiastically and quickly took a seat again. The dizziness and a stinging pain in his head taking over his body.

"Are you out of your mind? Your chin is dripping blood. You're going to make a mess of the court, and then someone else is going to get hurt"

"You don't know that," he said with a knowing-it- all voice that riled you up.

Oh my god, your patience was wearing thin

"You're right I don't know, but what I do know is that you will end up making a trail of blood and someone else would be the one cleaning it because I know you Nishinoya Yuu, I know you'll be the first to run out of the mess you've caused" you scolded him and he shrugged in defeat.

You were getting mad, and even though you've been friends since little kids and he'd known every facet of you, he had his fears, and one of them was you hitting your limit

"Here," Asahi said, giving you Noya's bag and his shoes.

"Thanks." You put it on your shoulder, balancing your own things with his things. "Say bye to your friends, Noya."

You waved them goodbye and waited for him outside while he painfully made the walk of shame out of the gym with one hand saying bye and the other stapled in his chin.

After a minute since you two left. Everyone dared to breathe again.

"That was kinda fun, I mean, if we forget about Noya's face covered in blood," Tanaka said, breaking the tension. "I like how she is with him"

"She has him walking like a dog," Tsukkishima said boldly and stoic, looking at the door.

"That's good for him, don't you think?" Suga said, nodding and glancing to the others who were also nodding in agreement while saying yeah

[darkstar225]

Spider-Girl gets heatstroke ft Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff

The sun bore down mercilessly on the city, amplifying the already stifling heat. Y/N Parker, also known as Spider-Girl, swung through the crowded urban landscape, her agile form navigating effortlessly between towering buildings. The snug superhero suit clung to her like a second skin, offering little reprieve from the oppressive warmth.

Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, and Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, followed closely behind. The three made an unlikely but formidable team, each contributing their unique skills to the cause. Today's mission had brought them into the heart of the city, where the scorching heat seemed to amplify with every passing minute.

As they reached the rooftop where their target was supposed to be, Y/N's movements started to slow. The heat had become an almost tangible force, sapping her strength and leaving her feeling sluggish. Wanda exchanged a concerned look with Natasha, both recognizing the toll the weather was taking on their youngest teammate. Natasha was the first to say something about it over the comms.

Natasha - Kiddo, we need to take a break. It's too hot up here.

Y/N hesitated, her hand gripping the edge of the building for support. 

Y/N - I'm fine! 

Insisted the adolescent as her voice strained.

Wanda moved closer, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder.

Wanda - You need to take care of yourself. This heat is dangerous. *frowns*

But Y/N, ever the stubborn teenager, shook her head. 

Y/N - I can handle it. Let's finish this.

Natasha sighed, sharing a worried glance with Wanda. They pressed on, but it wasn't long before Y/N's movements became more laboured. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her breaths were audible over the comms.

Wanda - We need to get her out of here.

The Scarlet Witch urged, her concern deepening.

Natasha grabbed Y/N's arm. 

Natasha - Come on, baby. We're calling it a day.

Y/N resisted. 

Y/N - No, I can't let them—

Wanda cut in, her voice firm. 

Wanda - Your health is more important. The mission can wait.

Reluctantly, Y/N allowed herself to be guided away from the edge of the building. The trio found a shaded spot, but Y/N was insistent on finishing the mission even if she was already swaying slightly.

Y/N - I just need a moment... 

Natasha - You need more than a moment. You need water and rest. *crosses her arms*

Y/N's stubbornness flared, and she pushed herself up. 

Y/N - I can't let them get away. I can—

Her words were slurred, and her vision blurred. The next thing she knew, she was on her knees, the world spinning around her. Wanda and Natasha exchanged alarmed glances.

Wanda - Y/N! 

Wanda cried out, rushing to her side.

Natasha activated her comm. 

Natasha - We need an evac. Now.

Y/N tried to push herself up, but her limbs felt like lead. The last thing she heard before darkness claimed her was Wanda's worried voice calling her name.

______________________________________________________________

When Y/N opened her eyes, the world was a blur of white. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The low hum of the quinjet's engines filled the air. She was lying on one of the benches, and her suit had been partially removed.

Y/N - Wanda? Natasha?

She croaked.

The two women appeared at her side, relief was evident in their eyes. 

Natasha - You fainted detka, heatstroke.

Explained the Black Widow, her voice a mix of sternness and concern.

Y/N groaned, remembering the mission. 

Y/N - Did we catch them?

Wanda smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N's face. 

Wanda - Yes, we did. But you scared us. You need to take better care of yourself, honey.

Y/N mumbled an apology, attempting to sit up. Natasha pressed her back down as she spoke firmly about their order. 

Natasha - Rest, we'll be back at headquarters soon.

Wanda held a bottle of water to Y/N's lips, urging her to drink. The cool liquid was a balm for her parched throat. As Y/N sipped the water, Natasha began removing the rest of her suit to help her cool down.

Y/N - I can do that myself. 

Protested the youngest weakly. 

Wanda - You're in no condition to argue, my dear. *chuckles*

They worked efficiently, and the atmosphere was a mix of professionalism and genuine concern. Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the two women who had become her teammates and, in many ways, her surrogate family and mothers, in their own way.

Once out of the stifling suit, Y/N felt a wave of relief. The cool air of the quinjet was a welcome contrast to the oppressive heat outside. Wanda conjured a soft breeze, further easing Y/N's discomfort.

Natasha - You scared us back there, sweetheart. 

Natasha admitted, her eyes intense.

Y/N - I'm sorry. I just wanted to finish the mission. *sighs*

Wanda placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder. 

Wanda - There will always be another mission. But you only have one health and body for us to kiss, hug and give tickles. Don't jeopardize it for the sake of a mission. *tickles Y/N*

Y/N - Stopp- *giggling*

Natasha - Let her rest Wanda. It's okay lovebug *kisses forehead*

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, the hum of the quinjet providing a backdrop to their thoughts. Y/N closed her eyes, allowing herself to rest, knowing that she was in capable hands.

As the quinjet touched down at headquarters, Natasha and Wanda helped Y/N to her feet. She felt a little unsteady, but the support from her motherly teammates kept her upright.

Natasha - Promise us you'll take better care of yourself, babygirl. 

Natasha said with her tone meaning business.

Y/N nodded, a genuine smile playing on her lips. 

Y/N -  I promise, moms.

Wanda grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

Wanda - And if you don't, we might have to resort to more drastic measures. 

Y/N - Like what? *raises an eyebrow*

Wanda and Natasha exchanged a knowing look before simultaneously saying: Mama bear's voice, the head-tilt and the raised eyebrow.

Y/N burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the quinjet. As they exited the aircraft, a trio of superheroes ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the bonds forged not just in battle but in the quiet moments of care and concern.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 15

Day Fourteen | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Sixteen

Pairing: Duke Leto Atreides x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked

Warnings: Free use; semi-public sex; oral sex; fingering; unsafe sex; creampie

GIF by chelseasdagger

"I need you to keep quiet for me.” 

The insistence was chased by the press of his gloved fingers between your slack lips. You bit down, savoring the slip of the leather between your teeth as Leto thrust deeper into you. He pressed his face into your neck, struggling to quiet his hypocritical grunts. 

You could hear the clicking of heels echoing further down the hall, and you fought the urge to turn and see if anyone was nearing. You knew that the Duke’s trusted warmaster was nearby, shooting imposing looks at anyone who dared inch just a little too close to your clandestine meeting place. 

Leto had made the request earlier in the week, and while it had initially struck you as odd, he had explained:

"With preparations for the emperor's official order, I'll have several meetings, and little time." He had eyed you sincerely from beneath his heavy brow. "I'll need you at a moment's notice, if you consent."

You hadn't had to think twice.

In the past week, Leto had taken you in so many ways, in so many unexpected and, frankly, often inappropriate places. His office, the barracks, the orchards, in the tall grass by the beach. If he had a single moment, he sent for you.

You'd been given just as little lead time that afternoon. Gurney had handed you a slip of paper, and you'd recognized Leto's handwriting immediately. There hadn’t been any instructions, simply a place to meet. The alcove was familiar to you—one of the few places in Caladan Castle that had relatively low foot traffic. Leto often found you there, reading or gathering your thoughts. It had become a frequent haunt of his as he sought your council, or simply sought a quiet moment with you. You’d shared your first kiss there, and several other confidences and intimacies had followed. 

This was, however, a relatively new intimacy for so calm a meeting place.

Now, Leto pushed your thigh up, pressing your back more harshly against the cool wall as you slotted your foot up against the bench beside you. You slipped your tongue along the worn leather of his gloves, whining softly as Leto’s pace became more frantic. You tipped your head back against the wall, letting his fingers slip from your lips. 

“Quickly,” You whispered, “You’ve a meeting with Hawat soon.” 

Leto grasped your jaw, using his grip to force you to meet his gaze.

“Thufir serves at my pleasure,” Leto gritted out, “I serve at yours.” 

You choked back a whimper as he suddenly drew away. He pressed his hand to your thigh, keeping your legs spread wide as he lowered himself to his knees. He sucked your clit between his lips, flicking over the tender nub with almost punishing strokes. You sucked in stunned breath as you fisted your hand in his curls, hips rolling down against the stroke of his tongue and the brush of his beard. He slid his hand up, fingers brushing across your slick opening. The added bulk of the gloves pressing into you nearly made your knees buckle. As good as it felt, it wasn't enough. You reached down, pushing Leto's hand away before lowering yourself to the floor with him.

You straddled his lap, sinking onto his cock again, watching the flutter of his lashes as his eyes slid closed. You let him grip your hips, guiding your movements as he drove up into you. You grasped his hair, tugging it and nodding hurriedly as your orgasm swelled. Leto growled as you tightened up around him, his hips snapping against yours with such force that your breath caught in your throat. It was only a few moments before his hips pulsed, then slowed as he spilled into you.

You opened your eyes as Leto rested his forehead against yours. You raised your hands to gently cup his face, thumbs brushing the flushed apples of his cheeks. He tipped his head from one side to the other, and you smiled as the tip of his nose brushed yours. 

“May I see you tonight?” He murmured. You couldn’t help the bashful smile that grew on your lips. The man had a planet to govern, an army to command, an emperor to appease—but he still requested your time where he would be within every right to demand it. 

“Of course,” You nodded. You gently smoothed Leto’s hair back and pressed a tender kiss to his lips before you stood on shaky legs, holding a hand out to him. He grasped it gratefully, giving your hand a squeeze before letting go. You straightened your dress, stalwartly ignoring the throbbing between your thighs as you watched Leto put himself back together, pulling up his pants and fixing the fastenings.

You watched him draw his shoulders tight and tip his chin up, as if slipping on some mask to play a part. You reached out, gently swiping away a bit of dust from the sleeve of his jacket. He caught hold of your hand before you could draw away entirely, raising it and pressing a courteous kiss to your wrist. Then he left without another word. You sighed softly, lowering yourself onto the bench as you listened to the retreating thud of his boots.

--

"Should I ask how your day was?"

Leto chuckled softly at your careful hedging. Neither of you had spoken since he'd arrived at your bedroom and settled down with you. You'd simply sat there and waited, watching the day's tensions slowly drain from his body.

He shook his head slowly, tipping it from side to side where it rested atop your outstretched thighs.

"I'd rather you didn't," He admitted.

"Alright."

You reached down, smoothing your hand over his hair before gently tracing the line of his forehead, and over his nose. As you reached his lips, Leto puckered them, pressing a soft kiss to your fingertip. Your smile widened as he turned his head to look at you.

"And you?" He pressed softly. "How was your day?"

You feigned consideration, humming as you directed your eyes toward the ceiling.

"Nothing much to report."

"Nothing at all?"

"No, no. Very routine."

Lowering your gaze to Leto's, you found him smiling playfully, eyes sparkling with a light that you'd hardly seen in the past week.

"Routine," He repeated, pushing himself and sliding his hand up your leg, easing up the fabric of your nightdress as he did.

"Quite."

"I think we can do better than that."

You shrieked with delight as Leto pounced over you, pressing you back onto the bed. Leto caught your lips in a kiss, the brush of his beard making your skin tingle. His fingers slipped between your thighs, brushing across your cunt. You pressed into the touch as you'd wanted to hours ago, sighing softly as his tongue plied gently between your lips. He drew away as the kiss broke, his hand settling against your thigh again to focus you. You opened your eyes as confusion washed over you and found Leto watching you with a gentle reverence.

"I know that I can be...Demanding," He offered, "But I have greatly appreciated your attentions over these past few days."

Your smile softened as you reached up, sweeping your knuckles across his cheekbone.

"I'll always come when you call."

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[ataliagold]

He Loves My Heart Shaped Sunglasses

For @astrangersummer week 11 prompt 'sunglasses.' Title from Every Man Has His Wish by Lana Del Ray.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Rating: G

W/C: 939

Tags: Established Steddie, Steve has migraines, comfort, fluff, Eddie takes care of Steve, summer, Steve and Robin are soulmates

Summary: Steve's at a barbeque with his friends when he's hit with the painful consequences of too much sun.

___

Steve dreads summer, sometimes.

While there are parts of it he loves – long days by the pool with Robin and Eddie, the light hanging around for longer in the evenings but softer than the harsh light of midday, the kids biking everywhere so he didn’t have to chauffeur them around every damn day – he also hates other aspects of it.

The heat, for example, when it rises above pleasant into just uncomfortable and makes his head start to throb.

The noise of kids shrieking, of dogs barking at the park, of grills sizzling and music blasting from somewhere in the neighbourhood as everyone seemed to take advantage of the warmer weather all at once – it all added to the pain building behind his eyes.

But it was the bright sunlight that caused him the most grief sometimes, that made him squint and wince until pain lanced in his skull. Sunglasses helped a bit but he’d left them behind today - had only realized when he’d been most of the way here and he hadn’t wanted to turn around, hadn’t wanted to be late and worry Eddie because he could get through one damn day without them, right?

Now, he’s leant over the bench in the Munsons’ new and improved trailer, trying to let the coolness of the surface leach into his skin. He’s tempted to press his face to it too, try to stop the migraine building behind his eyes in its tracks.

He knows it won’t work.

Gripping the edge of the bench tight enough to make his fingers ache, he grinds his teeth, frustrated. Up until this point he’d been ok, had really thought he was going to get through this day without a migraine, but the temperature had climbed steadily after noon and that had been it.

Wayne’s grilling outside. Hopper is out there, the Byers and Max too, Eddie and Robin sipping drinks, the latter fanning herself with a book. Steve wishes he were out there too, wishes he could just sit outside and enjoy the summer without being crippled by the agony in his head again.

Footsteps behind him.

A warm hand on his waist, thumb slipping up under his t shirt and brushing over his hip.

“Sweetheart, you ok?” Eddie murmurs, and Steve huffs softly in response.

“Head hurts,” he manages, squeezing his eyes shut.

Eddie kisses the back of his neck gently. “You wanna lie down for a bit?” he whispers.

“No,” Steve grumbles, because he wants to be with his friends, wants to enjoy the day like everyone else.

Eddie waits, hums softly.

Steve caves. “Yes,” he mutters.

“Come on.” Eddie takes his hand, leads him down the narrow hallway into the bedroom that smelt vaguely of cigarette smoke and weed and Eddie.

Steve flops onto the bed, burrows immediately into familiar pillows, lets Eddie slip his shoes off and maneuver the t shirt from his back.

“I’ll be back,” he says, brushing gentle fingertips down Steve’s back before padding out of the room.

When he returns, it’s with water and the meds Steve always kept at the trailer, helping Steve swallow them down before tugging the curtain closed.

Steve sleeps for a short time, head throbbing dully when the painkillers blissfully kick in. He awakes feeling a little better, the migraine having been nipped in the bud before it could reach its peak.

He pads back down the hallway, rubbing at bleary eyes, heading towards the sound of soft laughter outside. The voices fall a little quieter when he steps sheepishly out the door, Eddie standing to guide him carefully to a chair.

“Sorry guys,” Steve croaks as he takes a seat.

Wayne waves his tongs in the air. “No problem, son. There’s plenty of food left over, you want somethin’? I can heat it back up for ya.”

Steve considers for a moment, judges the state of his still slightly-nauseous gut, and shakes his head. “Maybe in a little bit?” he settles on.

Robin’s sprawled out on the porch next to Max’s chair, and she smiles dopily at Steve.

“Dingus!” she slurs, and Steve shoots Eddie a side-eyed look. His boyfriend grins back at him.

Yeah, Robin’s a little drunk.

“Hey Robs,” Steve replies, giving her a tiny wave.

“Where’s your sunglasses?” Robin sits up, blinking slowly at him.

“Left them at home.”

She scuttles to her feet. “Borrow mine!” she announces, taking them off her head.

“Oh, that’s ok,” Steve says quickly, taking in the sight of the sunglasses now in her hand, the bold cherry-red heart-shaped frames surrounding large lenses. “You might need them.”

Robin scoffs. “Not as much as you. Take them.”

She holds them out, wiggling her hand at him.

“It’s fine, Robs.”

Robin slaps them into his hand firmly. “Take them.”

Steve swallows. Not one to argue with his tipsy and determined soulmate, Steve sighs and puts the sunglasses on.

Max erupts into laughter; even with her reduced eyesight she can’t miss the brightly-coloured accessory. Robin rounds on her, hissing something, but the seriousness is taken out of her words by the way she stumbles back to her seat again.

At least they were helping to reduce the light, Steve figures, leaning back in his chair and letting his eyes slip shut again. The warmth on his shoulders was nice, the conversation starting back up around him but at a low level, everyone present keeping their voices down for his sake.

Eddie scooches closer to him. Steve cracks an eye open, glancing at him.

___

“Like what you see?” he murmurs.

Eddie cackles, leans in close, and plants a kiss on his cheek. “Always, Stevie.”

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Yoooo!! I don’t even have like… a big idea for this so sorry, butttt maybe just anything showcasing a nice domestic life with elijah? Fluff, angst, smut, anything you want!

Piano Lessons

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

You come home after a long day at work and Elijah helps you unwind with a song.

♡♡ Thanks for the request anon and the lovely @msveronicag for giving me the piano sex idea! ♡♡

2.4k words - Warnings: smuttt, Elijah playing the piano, oral sex, blowjobs, silly musical references, this was just an excuse for me to thirst over piano Elijah (the lighting, the white shirt, that face!!! so hot... its ridiculous)

You arrived home from work, rushing through the rain to get inside. The sound of it pattering against the windows as it was calming and the house was dark, save for the candles that were scattered around. For a moment you thought your husband was out, but then the sweet melody of the piano filled the air.

You made your way upstairs, leaning against the door frame as you watched Elijah. He was lost in the music, eyes closed and lips parted. He looked relaxed, his hair a little messed up, the top few buttons of his shirt undone and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Elijah was an excellent musician. He knew how to play practically every instrument there was, but he was especially good at the piano. Sometimes he'd write a song just for you, one that expressed his love and devotion to you. It was how he charmed you when you first met, performing at a bar you were drinking at with some friends.

When he noticed you in the doorway, he stopped. "I didn't know you were home."

"I just got back," you said, walking over to him and leaning down to kiss him. He smiled and tugged you down to his lap, kissing you softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as his hand went to rest on your back.

"I hope your day wasn't too terrible," he said, his thumb rubbing circles on the small of your back.

"It wasn't bad. Just a little stressful, I'm glad to be home." You kissed him again, then rested your head on his shoulder.

He went back to playing, just a soft and simple tune now, one he knew well enough to play with his eyes closed. You watched the way his hands moved along the keys, how his long fingers moved and the veins and tendons stood out.

As he played, he slowly turned his head to look at you, catching your eye.

"Can you show me how to play?" You asked, sitting up and looking at the keys.

Elijah nodded, shifting on the bench and moving you between his legs. His hand gripped your waist and pulled you close so that your back was flush against his chest, his hands moving to cover yours.

"Your hands are much smaller than mine," he whispered, "so it will be more difficult to stretch to some of these notes, but we can try.”

"Now, these keys right here are the major notes. They are the basic ones you want to know for every song." He continued, placing your index finger on one of the keys and pushed it down, then guided your other fingers to play along with it.

He was patient with you, letting you practice the simple notes. Every once and a while, he would press a kiss to your shoulder or neck.

"Now, why don't we try something more advanced?" He whispered into your ear.

You nodded, turning your head to kiss him. You kept your eyes on him as your lips met, and when you broke apart, he smiled and pressed another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

He brought one of your hands to the higher notes, his own hands guiding yours over the keys. You tried to focus on what he was teaching you, but you kept getting distracted. The way he breath ghosted against your neck, the way his lips grazed the shell of your ear, it was making you all warm and flustered.

He seemed to notice, because he started leaving more lingering kisses along your neck and shoulder, nipping at the skin and soothing the bites with his tongue.

"Elijah," you moaned, your hand dropping from the keys. He took them and guided them back to where they were, pressing the keys and making a pretty melody.

"Focus, sweetheart. You're doing great." His voice was low, and it was making you clench around nothing. "Try on your own," he said, letting go of your hands and resting his on your hips.

You tried to replicate the sound, but your mind was too hazy. His hands now free, they roamed over your body, pulling up the hem of your dress and stroking the smooth skin of your thighs. You gasped and closed your eyes, pressing the keys down a bit harder than you meant to.

He chuckled and slid his hands under your dress, running his fingers over the fabric of your panties. "I didn't say you could stop playing," he said, his voice firm.

"You are a terrible teacher, you know that?" You said, pressing down on the keys.

"Yes, but you enjoy it." He slipped his fingers under the waistband of your panties, and ran the pad of his index finger over your clit. You whimpered and pushed your hips into his hand, desperate for more.

He stopped moving his hand, nibbling on your earlobe. "Keep going. I know you can do it."

You continued to play, your hands trembling and your breaths coming out in soft pants. He began to move his hand again, his fingers barely brushing your sensitive bud. "You're doing so good for me," he praised.

You stopped playing, your hands gripping his thighs. He smiled against your neck, and pushed a finger inside of you.

"Fuck, Elijah," you moaned. He added a second finger, pumping them in and out of you in a firm, steady pace. Your legs were shaking and your knuckles were white as you clung to his knees.

"To play any instrument, you must have discipline. Focus." His words were punctuated by his fingers curling inside of you. "Keep playing."

Your hand reached out, finding the keys and pressing down on them. It wasn't so much music you were making, but a jumble of sounds. But Elijah was pleased nonetheless.

"Listen to the music you're making, my darling," he said, his breath hot on your ear. "That is your melody."

You could feel the coil inside of you getting tighter and tighter with each pass of his fingers. Elijah pressed a kiss to your neck and took his thumb, pressing it against your clit and rubbing circles.

Your hands crashed down on the keys, your legs shaking, and Elijah held you to him as he continued his pace, keeping you upright as you came around his fingers. You leaned back into him, panting, as you tried to catch your breath.

"You are a natural," he teased, pulling his hand out of you and resting it on your thigh, his mouth pressed to the skin of your neck.

You hummed and turned around so you were straddling him. You pulled him in for a kiss, nipping at his bottom lip as you unbuttoned his shirt, pushing the material off his shoulders and tossing it aside. You pulled off your dress and dropped it on the floor, your lips returning to his at once.

Elijah reached around and unclasped your bra, his fingers ghosting over the sensitive skin as he slipped the straps down your shoulders. He tossed it to the side and kissed your shoulder. His mouth trailed down, stopping at your breasts and giving each nipple attention. You ran your fingers through his hair, gently tugging him away and grinning down at him.

You pulled away from him, getting on your knees between him and the piano, and looked up at him through your eyelashes as your hand worked to undo his pants.

You ran your hand over his boxers, smiling when his hips bucked slightly. It was your turn to tease him now. You nuzzled his cock through the fabric and kissed the outline of it. You took the waistband between your teeth and tugged, freeing his cock. He groaned and closed his eyes, head falling back as you licked his length, kissing along his shaft.

"Will you play the song you were playing when we first met?" You asked, batting your eyelashes at him. He chuckled and nodded, positioning his hands over the keys, and began playing. You wrapped your fingers around his cock and pumped slowly, waiting until you heard the song pick up the slightest bit of speed to take him into your mouth.

He faltered a bit, the music not quite right, and you smiled to yourself as you swirled your tongue around him. You took him deeper and deeper each time you went down on him, your tongue massaging the underside of his cock.

He groaned, trying his best to keep up the song, but failing miserably. When it was just a jumble of notes, he gave up, taking a fistful of your hair in his hand as you bobbed on his cock.

You stopped moving, looking up at him and raising your eyebrow as if to challenge him to finish the song. He smiled and groaned, then returned to playing. The song was off and disjointed, but you could still tell what it was, he was truly talented. You hummed around his cock pushed him all the way into the back of your throat, causing him to moan and buck his hips up into you.

His movements became sloppy as he neared his climax, the melody not coming out as well. You relaxed your throat and sucked, pushing him over the edge. You swallowed every drop, keeping his cock in your mouth as he finished riding out his high.

He looked down at you with a satisfied grin, and pulled you to him. His thumb swiped along your bottom lip as you straddled him and he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a kiss.

"How's my performance?" You asked with wide innocent eyes.

"Simply divine," he answered. "How was mine?"

"Terrible," you teased, leaning forward and kissing him. He chuckled into your mouth, hands gripping your hips and lifting you up onto the top of the piano, your feet landing on the keys. The sound made you laugh against his mouth, and he smiled. He pulled off your underwear, letting the fabric pool around your ankles, then he sat back down on the bench, pulling you to the edge.

"Spread your legs," he instructed. You obeyed, placing your feet on the keys again, the piano playing a discordant tune.

Elijah smiled, looking up at you from his seat between your thighs, his hands returning to the keys, playing a beautiful melody as he watched you squirm under his gaze.

You rested on your elbows and bit your lip. "Elijah, please."

"You are the perfect muse, my love." He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, then placed a few more kisses on your clit and you moaned.

You could feel the vibration of music under you, it felt strange and wonderful combined with Elijah's tongue, lapping at your clit, slow and leisurely. He was teasing you again and you were enjoying it immensely.

Elijah continued playing, and you started moving your hips, desperate for any sort of friction. You feet moved and the sound from the keys changed. The melody he was playing changed to match your own disjointed notes, a new song starting.

"Inspirational," he hummed, his eyes meeting yours as his tongue flicked against your clit. You whimpered and thrashed on top of the piano as his mouth explored every inch of your cunt.

“I never thought to combine my two favorite activities before," he said with a soft chuckle. You could tell he was smirking, he was proud of himself. You laughed and grabbed onto his hair, pulling him closer and grinding your hips against his mouth.

You felt your orgasm building, your legs started to shake and Elijah's tongue moved faster and faster. His fingers still playing a perfect tune on the keys.

He sucked your clit into his mouth and you fell over the edge, your thighs gripping his head. Your heel hitting the low notes as you shook, like a clap of thunder, while the music swelled to a crescendo.

Your orgasm finally subsided, and you collapsed on your back, gasping as you tried to catch your breath.

Elijah smiled at the sight and closed the cover over the keys, climbing up on top of the piano. He hovered over you and pressed a kiss to your lips. He smiled and rested his forehead against yours. "Now that's what I call an improvised concerto."

You giggled and rolled your eyes, kissing him again. He parted your legs with his knee, rubbing himself along your slit. You sighed into his mouth as he pushed in, slowly until his hips were flush against yours.

Elijah propped himself up on his elbows, one hand cushioning the back of your head and the other entwined with yours, pressing it into the cool wood as he began to thrust. He looked deep into your eyes, not breaking contact as he picked up his pace.

You wrapped your legs around him and ran your free hand down his back. He leaned down and kissed you again, the two of you panting into each other's mouths as he rocked into you.

You were still sensitive, and with each movement he made you moaned, each noise you made he swallowed into a kiss.

He changed the angle of his thrusts slightly and the head of his cock hit your sweet spot. You gasped and clenched around him as you neared another orgasm.

You could feel the tension in your stomach as he rocked his hips faster and faster. His pace became a bit sloppy, but he kept the same angle, and you fell over the edge.

Your toes curled and you arched your back off of the piano. Your free hand scratched down his back, leaving red marks. He kissed you to silence your moan, and you felt him spilling inside of you as your walls contracted around him.

His thrusts slowed, his cock sliding in and out of you as the both of you came down. He placed soft kisses on your face, the side of your head, your jaw. When you opened your eyes again he smiled and kissed the tip of your nose. He rolled onto his back and you curled up next to him. He held you close and ran his hand up and down your back as you listened to his steady heart.

"That was quite a lesson, you have a unique way of teaching," you teased, propping yourself up on your elbow to look down at him.

"I find it hard to believe you learned anything," he retorted with a grin, running his fingers over the swell of your hip.

"Maybe if we practice enough I'll start getting the hang of it," you replied, biting your lip.

"Practice does make perfect. Why don't we have another session?" He pulled you on top of him and you laughed, ready to be his muse once more.

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Rick's Clean up (Rick's Mess Part 2)

Rick Sanchez x GN! Reader

Summary: Rick comes back for more in turn having to clean up another mess.

Warnings: Smut, Established Relationship, Blowjob. Rick Sub& Dub, Head pushing, Throat fucking, Cum eating

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 1

Minors do not interact!

Flipping through the galactic channels, finding nothing that catches your eye while feeling the buzz of the warm afternoon. Having spent the whole morning avoiding Rick, knowing what he'd do if caught, but having not seen him since yesterday's dinner after leaving him with a mess.

Sighing, putting down the remote, hearing the silence of the empty house since morning, hearing nothing from the garage, and not waking up with him in your shared room made curiosity nip away at you.

Standing outside the garage door still hearing nothing, with a soft light shining through the undercrack of the door. Reaching for the handle slowly opening it to face an empty garage, walking in seeing nothing is a miss of that you could tell. Unknowing what would happen next.

At the speed of light, Rick pushed you up to the small wall after he closed the door. Looking into his eyes, he stared with a mix of emotions: anger, desperation, lust. Taking it all in, hearing his rapped breaths with his heated body pressed up against yours. Not saying a thing, waiting for his next move, but not needing to say or do a thing, feeling something poking you, letting the dots connect quickly.

Seeing as you released, both watching each other fall into the moment, faces getting closer. Feeling Rick's lips smash into yours, though softened, trying to keep the desperation for you back. Again and again, making him burst from the seems just by touching you.

Guiding your hands down, earning a hum with the kiss roughening, undoing his belt, then pants, feeling your way under the fabric to his hardened cock. Taking it in your hand, stroking it firmly yet slowly, wanting him to feed the desperation.

Doing as you wanted, Rick moves the both of you over to his working bench, taking over sitting him back on the chair. Sitting him down, dropping to your knees, then placing his cock in your mouth before having time to object.

Wrapping your tongue all around sucking every inch of skin, hearing moans erupt from him. Feeling a hand placed over your head pushing down with his hips thrusting up. Fucking your throat, the garage fills with moans, and the wet skin of your throat being fucked.

"Fucking take it," he says, taking back his control, allowing it. You hum in response with one of your hands gripped to his thigh and the other on your body.

Pulling your head away, watching as he looks over your face, looking at his work. Smirking at it, he pushes you down again, making sure his balls hit your chin. Soon after feeling his knees start to buckle with his grip becoming looser, he cums, not it in your mouth having pulled away at the last second.

Hearing his broken moans, how they tired and filled with disappointment, but the familiar sweet sound of the front door opening again as you make your way up from the floor, Rick grabs you, looking into your eyes.

"Clean it up," he commands, making you smile, then giving his favorite look while licking and sucking up Rick's cum, not wasting a drop of his mess.

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The The Bitter End: Comfort (Extra Scene)

18+ MDNI

Series Masterlist

Synopsis: John and Y/N, share a heated moment alone. The pair find comfort in one another's arms.

Warning: Spice/Smut + alcohol

A/N: Here we go again with another extra scene for To The Bitter End! I hope you all enjoy it and as always... I apologize for any mistakes.

The dense cloak of night had settled into every corner of the worn home filling in the gaps and leaving behind a muted silence. It seemed to inhabit the space as a stalwart tenant, immovable and proud yet unable to comprehend the passing of time. Ripped from the trap of restless sleep, the heavy sound of your ragged breathing was rough through the cotton sheets curled below your chin. Perspiration had collected in a heavy sheen across the expanse of your exposed skin, sticking your threadbare nightgown to your body. Returning to sleep was a lost cause. The only choices were to lay awake contemplating the very worries that plagued your dreams or to return to the nightly routine that had become your escape from it all during the previous weeks.

The decision was easy. Pulling back the covers, goosebumps ran wild over your arms and legs. The blind search for your housecoat came to a quick conclusion as the supple texture was easy to find even in the pervasive darkness that shrouded the room. You wrapped it tightly around your body, tying the belt in a sturdy knot at your hip. The only light that seeped between the curtains was that of the moon beyond the windows. A cloudless night meant the silvery haze was strong enough to guide your steps into the hall. Forgoing slippers, you focused on the rough grain of the ancient hardwood beneath your bare feet. The slow ambling journey away from the bedroom was made by memory as you tracked the path away from your nightmares and into the arms of the person who soothed your soul.

A soft glow illuminated the area around the piano, and basking in it sat John. His lithe frame moved gracefully with the music he played from memory. Lost in the melody, it appeared as though your arrival went entirely unnoticed. It was from your vantage point at the bottom of the stairs that you watched in awe of the sheer talent and passion that emanated from him. His face was slack and tender, free of the worry that often knit his brows together. The only sign of struggle that remained was the stained and tattered handkerchief which sat perched near his glass of whiskey atop the piano.

John’s shoulders tensed in a fight against the shallow cough that took control of his body. This had you moving toward him, seeking to comfort and be comforted. His focus remained fixed on the keys, but the ghost of a smile tugged at his lips as he heard you approach. The soft pad of your steps blended with the rhythm of the music before coming to rest behind him. Out of need and instinct, you reached for him. Your hands came to rest on his shoulders as he greeted you gently, “Hello, darlin’ ”

“Hello, my loving man.” Working your thumbs into the vicious knots along his back, you dipped to press a kiss to his cheek. It was warm, flush with the ever-present fever that accompanied his ailment, “How are you feeling, John?”

“I’m right as the rain.” He continued to play even as his lungs spasmed once again.

“That’s good,” letting your hands wander to his chest, you brought your lips to the broad column of his neck. The gentle caress of your whisper against the shell of his ear was distracting beyond measure causing him to fumble in the music, “It’s my turn.”

“Of course,” John lifted his hands from the keys to find you. The steady balance of his grip guided you to sit on the bench in front of him. With feather-light strokes, you ran your fingertips over the ivories. Doc took advantage of this and allowed himself to drift aimless touches over your body. He mapped every curve and valley paying close attention to tender spots that needed caring for, and the way you reciprocated his movements. Finally, you began to play, and he recognized the song immediately, Chopin’s Nocturn No. 19. It was the same one you’d heard him play the first night you met, and hearing you skillfully navigate it filled the hallow depths of his soul.

He let you play, happy to luxuriate in the firm press of your back against his chest. John’s wide palms found their homes low across your stomach and hip, letting him toy with the knot of your housecoat. Your concentration waned at the feeling of him nipping a line of fire along your neck. A soundless gasp accompanied the tug of his fingers at the knot. He made quick work of the barrier, pushing the sides of the garment back to give him more of what he wanted. With only the thin fabric of your nightgown now standing as an obstacle between the pair of you, he explored to his heart's content.

Leaning in, he found the hem of your pajamas bunching it between his fingers as he drew it higher and higher. John nestled the fabric at your hip before returning to your body. He started at your knee, drawing lazy circles on your skin, each stroke brought him closer to where you longed for him the most. Nearly there, he chuckled at the hypnotic arch of your body into this touch.

“Is there something you’d like, darlin’? Hmm?” the smooth vibrations of his questioning hum had you ready to beg, but the words to ask just weren’t there. Instead, he was met with a pleading whimper, “Use your words.”

“John,” breathless, you tried to keep playing, but your coordination failed completely at the feeling of his hand running along the inside of your thigh, “Please.”

“As you wish,” and with that he gave into his desires. Threading his free hand into your hair, he fixed your position so that he could claim your lips in a bruising kiss. A sharp tug at the base of your neck earned him an unholy groan. The embrace grew desperate, tongues clashing in a heady battle for control. This fight would be one that you lost without an ounce of regret because in doing so you surrendered yourself to his protective and loving embrace.

John’s sure touch found its mark without fail. Over and over, his calloused touch sent electricity singing down your spine. Settling into a rhythm, John listened to the hitch your breath the closer you came to the edge. Warmth pooled low in your body forming a band of pleasure that was nearly ready to snap. You clung to him, your hands searching for purchase anywhere you could find it. With one hand twisted in the silken strands of his hair, you reached back to find him while the other fell to his wrist holding him in place.

“I’ve got you,” staying steady, John watched you fall apart in his arms. Waves of desire tore through every nerve with his continued movements. His lips found yours again swallowing the frantic gasps and moans that poured from you. In time, your body relaxed into his. Your muscles were loose and pilant as he held you upright in his arms. Even with the release you’d just found, your body begged for more. Inhaling deeply, your lungs settled enough for you to speak.

“Take me to bed, John.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you could feel the smile on his lips as he pressed them to your neck. A low huff of laughter rumbled his lungs, the end of which was punctuated by a small cough, but nothing could dampen this moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. The only thing that mattered was the overwhelming trust and love that flowed between the pair of you. Together anything, and everything, felt possible.

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Kinktober 2023 | Day Four — Neil Lewis + grinding, semi-public

Pairing -> boyfriend!neil lewis x girlfriend!reader

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), semi-public sex, handsy neil

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Disclaimer: Watching the Detectives characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

Neil’s lips parted for a moment, watching as you swirled your tongue around your lollipop. He swore up and down that you were doing this on purpose. Your licks couldn’t possibly be that precise and seductive, your lips closing over the head and lifting off with a little pucker. This had to be some sort of trick, something to get him all worked up just so you could tease him later about it. 

“Can you stop doing that?” Neil said, keeping his voice down so the others in the park couldn’t hear him. He had attempted to come off as stern, but his tone was weak. “Please?” he added.

He wasn’t sure how much longer it would take for him to get a hard-on, but it was surely coming. He felt like a pathetic school boy, seeing a pretty girl by the lockers only to rush off to the bathroom to take care of his business. 

You were confused, not the expression he’d been hoping for. “I don’t . . .” you trailed off, eyes glazing over the tent in his pants. You grinned at the realization. “I see. Poor Neil. All because of some lollipop, hmm?”

You gave your candy another lick, before tossing it in the nearby garbage can. You stood up and started walking, prompting your boyfriend to follow you.

Neil swallowed, admitting it. “Yeah.” He grabbed your jacket, which had been hung over the bench, and tied it around his waist. “Please, can we go somewhere else?”

“Home?”

“No,” he whined. “That’s too far. Can’t we just . . .” He tried to make some hand motions, something that would explain his intentions better than his words, but it didn’t work. He glanced over at the public restrooms.

“In the bathroom?” you asked, eyes a little wide and tone amused. “So dirty.”

“Not the bathroom.” He sighed, his cheeks turning a bright red. He grabbed your hand and lead you over to a brick wall by the stalls, guiding you to the opposite of it, one that was cut off from the rest of public view.

He pinned you against the wall, hands gripping your waist, and then rolled his hips against your body, letting out a low groan. “Ahhh, stay still.”

You didn’t protest at his sudden behavior, letting out a whimper, putting your hands around his neck. “Neil,” you whispered. “Don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan to, baby,” he said in your ear, grinding his clothed cock between your legs, brushing his buldge up against your sensitive clit. “Not when you tease me like this in public.”

“Wasn’t teasin’ you,” you sighed. “You’re just horny.”

He chuckled, eyes fluttering shut. “Yeah, I’m your horny boyfriend. Can’t help it.”

He continued rutting up against you, like an animal in heat, leaving sloppy, wet kisses down your neck.

Neil did these kinds of things often. He specifically loved grinding. Sometimes when you were both in bed he would rub up against your ass after a wet dream, or press up against a pillow when he thought you weren’t watching. You suspected it was something about the instinct, his desire to get off like a dumb mammal.

You didn’t mind at all. In fact, you told him that when you first started dating.

Neil’s pace got more desperate and loose, hands running all up and down your body, sneaking his way in your bra to cup your breasts. He liked to feel how soft you were, to squeeze your flesh and pinch your skin. He was handsy man, always wanting to touch you and hold you in his arms.  

Oh, baby, he thought, noticing how wet his underwear was. I could do this all day.

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13 Sodo 🤤🤤🤤

NIPPLE PLAY

"Makes me want to wreck you."

There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.

(Female!Reader: semi-public sex; fingering; nipple play; dirty talk; swearing)

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Day 29 | Day 31

"Cleaning the Chapel all alone at this hour?" The words materialized behind you like an enchanting spell, startling you into dropping the broom. The clatter of the fallen broom reverberated through the empty sanctuary.

You spun around, heart racing, to meet the mischievous gaze of Dewdrop. His head tilted to the side, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips, and his hands concealed behind him.

"Dewdrop!" you gasped, your voice quivering with a mixture of surprise and exasperation. "What are you trying to do? Are you trying to give an end to my life?"

His expression shifted to one of contrition. "I'm sorry, It wasn't my intention..." Dewdrop's eyes flitted to the broom lying abandoned on the floor. "Will you pick it up?"

You sighed, irritated yet unable to resist his charm. Bending down to retrieve the broom, you whispered, "You shouldn't be here."

"Shouldn't I?" Dewdrop asked, his tone playfully teasing as he inched closer. "Why?"

You took a cautious step back, your eyes locked onto his. "Because..."

"Because?" He leaned in, his curiosity piqued.

"Because I'm cleaning!" you protested, waving the broom in your hand as if it were a shield. "Cleaning, see?"

His fingers deftly took the broom from your grasp, allowing it to tumble to the ground once more. Before you could react, Dewdrop's hands found your hips, pulling you close to him, your bodies pressed tightly together. Your own hands instinctively gripped his shoulders as he peppered kisses along your cheek.

"Dew..." you began, your voice wavering with desire. "I know what you want..."

"Yeah? And?" he chuckled, his lips trailing from your cheek to your jawline and then down to your neck.

"And we shouldn't do it here..." you whispered, the sensation of his warm breath against your skin sending shivers down your spine.

"Why not?" he murmured in a low tone, his voice tantalizingly close to your ear.

"I..." you struggled to find your voice.

"Because you need to clean?" he suggested with a playful grin, his lips brushing against your earlobe.

"Because someone can see us!" you exclaimed, your voice trembling with apprehension.

Dewdrop scanned the chapel surroundings and chuckled. He released your hips, taking your hand and leading you toward the confessional booth. With one last cautious glance around, he guided you inside and closed the booth door. You found yourself enclosed in the intimate space, your heart racing.

"What is... your idea?" you asked, trying to mask your curiosity.

Dewdrop flashed a sly smile. "Doesn't it look pretty obvious?"

"It does, but..."

"But?"

"But we shouldn't be here!" you chuckled, attempting to retreat from the booth. However, Dewdrop swiftly caught you, and you both nearly tumbled before he regained his balance, leaning against the wall.

"This shit is too small. I can't do anything here," he muttered with a hint of frustration.

"Maybe because you weren't supposed to do anything here," you countered, trying to suppress a smile.

Dewdrop's expression turned mischievous. "But it should be, shouldn't it? I mean, it's a satanic ministry. What do they think? We wouldn't use this place for some... unholy activities?"

You sighed, a mix of exasperation and amusement in your voice. "Shut up, Dewdrop, please."

"Why don't you shut me up?" Dewdrop murmured, his face drawing dangerously close to yours.

You couldn't help but chuckle, captivated by his playfulness. With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you placed your hands on his mask, carefully removing it and setting it on the confessional's small bench. "That looks better."

Dewdrop rewarded you with a soft smile before wrapping his arms around your waist, drawing you even nearer. You tilted your head and closed your eyes, surrendering to the enchantment of the moment. Your lips met his in a gentle, lingering kiss, and your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the connection. Dewdrop's touch was always a fiery contrast against your own, capable of sending shivers racing down your spine when you were this close.

You took a deep breath, savoring the meeting of your tongues in a passionate dance. Every flicker, every tease, intensified the kiss. His taste was a mixture of temptation and desire, an intoxicating blend that made your head spin. Your hands traced the contours of his back, feeling the warmth beneath his clothing. Dewdrop's fingers worked their way through your veil, removing it from your head.

You sighed happily, basking in the gentle caresses of his fingers against your scalp and temples. His lips pressed harder against yours, igniting a fiery passion before he finally pulled away. His hand cradled the back of your head, tilting it back to expose your neck. Your breath caught in anticipation as he started to suck gently on your skin, sending soft, pleasure-filled moans escaping from your lips.

"I missed you," he whispered, his voice laced with desire.

His fingertips traced a path along your cheek, down to your chin, and you eagerly parted your lips, inviting him inside. With deliberate slowness, he slid his fingers into your mouth, igniting a new wave of desire as your tongue danced around his fingers in a sensual, intimate exchange.

He withdrew his hand from your mouth, leaving a trail of wet desire on your neck, and then offered his fingers to your eager lips. Your mouth enveloped them hungrily, your tongue swirling around his digits with an insatiable appetite. The heat between your legs had become almost unbearable, and you could feel his arousal pressing firmly against your stomach.

"Doesn't matter what I put in your mouth..." he began to whisper, his voice dripping with seduction. "My fingers... My cock... you always suck them with so much grace."

Your eyes were half-lidded, lost in the intoxication of his touch. A soft, wanton groan escaped your lips, and you gazed at him with a mixture of desire and adoration.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, his eyes sparkling with unbridled lust.

You emitted a sultry sigh as he withdrew his fingers from your mouth. His other hand deftly lifted your habit, and you eagerly held it up for him. His fingers swiftly ventured beneath your underwear, and a mischievous grin played across his lips as his middle finger delved into your moist warmth.

"I didn't even need to use your mouth to prepare my fingers, did I?" he groaned. "You're already ready for me."

A soft, breathy moan slipped from your lips as he guided his finger deeper into your intimate, constricted passage. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, and you pressed your body against his, yearning for more of his touch.

"Mmmm... I'm always ready for you," you purred, shutting your eyes in surrender to the sensations coursing through your body.

The simmering heat between your legs intensified, causing a delicious dampness to build as he skillfully moved his finger within you. But just as your desire reached its peak, he paused, slowly withdrawing his finger and bringing it to his lips, sucking it clean with a wicked smile.

A playful smirk curled your lips as you shook your head, gazing up at him. "You're such a tease!"

He chuckled and descended upon you with a passionate kiss, his tongue entwining with yours in a fervent dance of desire. His hands skillfully sought out the zipper at the back of your garment and gently slid it down, leaving your habit open. He then moved on to the sleeve of your habit, pulling it down until it fell gracefully to the floor. A shiver ran down your spine as you felt the cool air caressing your bare skin, but the heat of his presence kept you from trembling.

Breaking the kiss, he leaned back slightly, his eyes dark with desire, and his hand traveled to your underwear. With a teasing glint in his eye, he smoothly slid it down your legs until it pooled around your ankles. His fingers left a torturously slow trail along your thigh, each touch lingering long enough to send sparks of electricity coursing through your body. You obediently stepped out of your underwear, playfully kicking it aside. His warm, soft lips then began to caress your bare thighs, moving higher and higher until he stood up again.

Stepping back just a little, he took a moment to admire you, your flushed face radiating with arousal, your nipples standing pert and erect, and your eyes smoldering with unbridled desire.

"Sit," he commanded, his finger pointing toward a small bench nearby.

You obeyed, taking a seat on the bench. Dewdrop knelt in front of you, lowering his body so that his face was tantalizingly close to yours. His hand tenderly cupped your cheek, and he leaned in to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. You couldn't help but bite your lower lip, savoring the taste of his desire as he pulled back and settled himself between your legs.

Curiosity sparkled in your eyes. "What are you planning?"

"I want to try something," he confessed with a hint of mischievousness. "I don't think I can be my usual rough self in this tiny space. We wouldn't want to bring the walls crashing down, would we?"

You considered his words for a moment. "Well, we could always find another place..."

Dewdrop's lips brushed against your chest as he lowered his face. "We could, but I don't want to waste another minute," he murmured, his warm breath sending shivers through your naked body. "Especially now that you're here, completely exposed and ready for me."

His words ignited a fierce longing within you, and your arousal surged, craving his touch more than ever. Dewdrop planted a trail of soft kisses on each of your breasts, and a soft, appreciative moan escaped your lips. His hands began their exploration of your body, one venturing south to your most sensitive spot, while the other continued to caress and stroke your breasts. The sensation sent your nipples hardening, and he gazed up at you with a devilish grin, clearly reveling in the effect he had on you.

"Mmm..." you purred. "Dewy..."

His lips trailed further downward, skimming your skin until they reached your right nipple. There, he alternated between teasing licks and sensuous suckling, driving you to squirm in delicious delight. Simultaneously, his skilled fingers drew intricate circles around your clit, and you sighed in pleasure, surrendering to the sensations that pulsed through your body.

"You're so wet..." he whispered, his voice laden with desire.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips as Dewdrop's fingers found their way inside you, and your body instinctively arched in response to the electrifying touch. His fingers moved with undeniable expertise, skillfully manipulating your sensitive flesh and igniting a burning desire deep within you.

He withdrew his fingers from their intimate exploration and returned to your clit, moving his digits in slow, tantalizing circles. The sensation of your own juices being spread around the tender area sent ripples of pleasure cascading through your body, intensifying the growing heat between your legs.

"Ah... Dew..." you moaned, your hips arching in response to his skilled touch. "Mmm... Keep going..."

Dewdrop closed his eyes, his mouth still lavishing attention on your nipple as he gently nipped it with his teeth. Simultaneously, his other hand tightened its grip on your breast, his fingers kneading and massaging the sensitive flesh. He deftly positioned your nipple between his fingers, applying a delicious pressure that caused you to moan with increasing intensity.

"Do you like that?" Dewdrop asked, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes, Dew," you answered breathlessly. "Keep doing that."

The combination of his gentle touches and the sensations created by his skilled fingers had you squirming on the bench, your movements uncontrollable. He increased the speed of his fingers, causing you to gasp with unabated pleasure. His mouth left your nipple, traveling in a trail of soft kisses along your neck before returning to your breast. His tongue flicked across your nipple, and you moaned with fervent delight.

"Oh... Dewdrop," you moaned, your head thrown back as you pressed your breast against his mouth. "Yes... That feels so good, so fucking good..."

Dewdrop moved his mouth to your left nipple, leaving the right one moist with his saliva, and you could feel the cool breeze against it due to the wetness he left behind. His hand seized your right breast, squeezing it, while his tongue tantalizingly circled around your left nipple. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as Dewdrop's tongue flicked across your nipple, setting off a delightful cascade of sensations that enveloped your entire body. The heat between your legs surged, and your desire intensified with every passing moment. When he released your nipple from his lips, you whimpered softly in longing.

"I love your tits," he murmured, his voice drenched in desire. "They're beautiful." He planted a trail of kisses along your neck. "I love your neck," he whispered. "So smooth... So soft."

His lips grazed your neck once more, this time with a gentle bite, and your breath grew heavy as your chest rose and fell in rapid anticipation. Dewdrop continued his tantalizing descent down your body, bestowing kisses and nibbles as he went. As his face reached your core, you quivered with anticipation. His fingers spread your moist folds, and he opened his mouth, teasingly licking your clit before tracing a scintillating path all the way back up to your chest, finally locking onto your nipple and sucking it with intense fervor.

"DEWDROP!" you screamed his name at the top of your lungs, your voice laden with ecstasy.

His hand that had been on your clit swiftly plunged inside you, his fingers moving in and out, igniting an electrifying fire of pleasure that consumed your every thought. He quickened the pace of his fingers inside you, and your moans grew louder with each fervent thrust. Your fingers dug into the bench beneath you as you writhed in ecstasy.

"Fuck me, Dewdrop, please, fuck me..." you groaned, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers, your eyes locked on his with a desperate longing.

His other hand moved to your breast, holding it firmly while his thumb teasingly flicked your hard nipple. "You want me to fuck you, huh?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes... I need you inside me..."

"But I'm already inside you," he said, pushing his fingers deeper, making you arch your back and gasp.

"No... Not like this," you protested, your voice trembling with desire, your body aching for something more.

Dewdrop's grin remained, his gaze never wavering from your pleading eyes. "Not like this? Then how?"

"Your... Your cock... Please... give it to me... inside..." you implored, your voice a sultry whisper, your eyes filled with longing.

"I can't," he chuckled devilishly. "Forgot what you told me? This isn't a place to fuck..." he said and playfully licked your lips.

You groaned in frustration, your desire growing even stronger, and he curled his fingers inside you, relentlessly targeting your sensitive spot with every thrust. Your hands gripped his arms tightly as your hips lifted from the small bench beneath you.

"Fuck... Fuck... Fuck..." you cried out, your body trembling with waves of pleasure.

"Cum for me..." he demanded, his voice dripping with authority, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

You cried out, your body tensing in the throes of a powerful orgasm, your back arching and your muscles clenching rhythmically around Dewdrop's fingers. His digits slowed their pace but continued to move, intensifying your climax.

"Dewy! Dewy!" you screamed, your body convulsing as your orgasm peaked.

"Good girl," he murmured, his lips finding your neck once more.

He withdrew his fingers from inside you, drawing them along your swollen clit as he stood up. He brought his fingers to his mouth, savoring your taste as he licked them clean.

"I think you'll need to clean up here too..." he said with a playful tone, indicating the mess he had made.

You raised one of your trembling legs, attempting to reach for his arm in a playful manner, but he firmly held your ankle and grinned as he gazed down at your glistening folds.

"Be a good girl," he teased, his voice carrying a note of authority. "And don't make me change my mind about where to fuck you."

Your hand ventured down to your glistening wetness, and you rubbed it provocatively, locking your eyes on his as you saw his gaze fixated on your enticing movements. You boldly spread your folds, offering him an even better view, and he released your ankle.

You slid your own fingers inside yourself, moaning his name as you rolled your eyes back in the pleasure coursing through you. His words broke the spell of your self-indulgence.

"Can you stand up?"

You nodded with an eager confirmation.

"Great," he said, his hands moving to undo his pants. "Stand up, turn around. I can't wait any longer to be inside you."

His words left you gasping with anticipation, and you quickly rose from the bench, your legs trembling as you faced him. Turning around, you felt the unmistakable press of his hardness against your backside, and it became apparent how easy it was to change his mind. Only of thing remained on your minds; you both shared a wicked thought, hoping that the walls of the confessional would remain intact.

[lukeevangelista]

i don’t know what i would have done if you weren’t here. “ with Kirby dach please!!!! ☺️

Long Term - Kirby Dach

This was before they sent out the results- poor baby.

He legit can’t catch a break

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Kirby had just gotten hit hard, it knocking him into the Blackhawks bench.

He had left the ice, not putting any pressure on his leg as he hobbled down the tunnel, your face immediately filling with worry as the other girls looked towards you, knowing what had just happened wasn’t a good sign.

“I need to see him.” Your voice low as you Paola rubbed her hand up and down your arm.

“You know you can’t right now.” She sighed, “They’re going to evaluate-“

“I know you’re just trying to help, but I do not care right now.” You whispered as she gripped your hand, knowing you weren’t trying to be rude or anything. She had been in this position before with Josh, “I need to see him.”

“We can try, but I doubt they’ll let you in.” She said as she stood up with you causing you to shoot her a confused look, “What? You’re not going by yourself.” She shrugged as she shoved you past Kaiden’s girlfriend, who was currently sitting in the aisle seat.

You walked up the stairs, leading you to the entrance to your section before Paola had grabbed your hand as she guided you to the locker room where kirby would be.

Your relationship was fairly new and you had only met a few of the girls, but you had grown close to Paola as she and Josh had hung around Kirby and grew close to him since he had gotten traded to Montreal.

“Go.” She shoo’d you towards the medical room, seeing Kirby sitting there with his leg propped up with some medical pillows.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.” You heard from inside the room, “I don’t know how they’ll feel-“

“I don’t care right now.” You said as you stepped into the room, Kirby’s hands behind his head as his eyes scanned your face, “Do you know?” You gestured towards his leg, him shaking his head.

“Nothing yet.” He said, “They’re going to run some scans tomorrow and see what’s torn..”

“Torn..” you repeated, “Do they-“

“I don’t know, baby.” He chuckled before wincing in pain, “That’s why they’re going to run a CT scan.”

You nodded as you watched him pat the spot next to him, signing you to sit down.

His hand laced with yours as you did what he silently requested, his thumb running over your knuckles as you spoke words of encouragement to him.

“It might not even be that bad!” You offered, him giving a small smile, but you knew it was fake as ir didn’t come close to meeting his eyes like his normal smile did.

He knew whatever it was; it was serious and was going to keep him out for a while.

“I’m glad you’re here.” He started after you had finished talking to him, keeping his mind off of what it could be, “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t of been here.” Kirby whispered as his hand gripped yours tightly, “Thank you.”

“I’ll always be here, Kirb.” You said as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “Get some rest. I’ll see you in a little bit.” You said before stepping out of room, Paola still sitting in Josh’s locker, “You’re still here.”

“I am.” She softly chuckled, “I was waiting on you. Figured you’d come back out. There’s still a lot of the game left and if he hasn’t gotten his scan yet, it may not be until later so you’re stuck with me.” She said as she tossed her arm around your shoulder, “Now, c’mon, let’s go watch the rest of the game and keep you distracted.”

“Please.” You chuckled as she guided you back to your section.