#daydream fics

[sunflower-eddiediaz]

the potential of bobby being back in the hospital is reminding me of a daydream fic I never had the mindspace to write so I'm just gonna ramble about it.

It's from Buck's pov. He's sitting in a hospital waiting room. Bobby has been injured and they're all waiting while he goes through exams. Buck is sitting in between Maddie and Eddie. He's holding Maddie's right hand with his left, their fingers intertwined, resting on his lap. With his free hand he absentmindly alternates between carressing and softly taping each of their fingers, one by one, his, hers, his, hers... At some point, Maddie has to get up.

Buck's thoughts are all about Bobby, and he tries to not focus on the worst case scenarios but he's struggling. His leg is bouncing and he doesn't realize how fidgety he is until Eddie puts his hand on his. Buck looks at their hands, at Eddie’s hand moving into his. He focuses on their hand, resting on his lap. He focuses on how warm Eddie’s hand is, how calming his energy is, how grateful he is to have Eddie in his life, to have every member of their family, to have Bobby- and his thoughts go back to Bobby and worse case scenarios. His leg starts bouncing again.

Eddie squeezes his hand before intertwining their fingers. It helps. He turns his head and expects Eddie to look as calm as he makes him feel, but he's wrong. The tension in his shoulders and back, the way he's staring straight ahead, being unnaturally still; Eddie might seem calm from a far, but Buck knows his best friend too well. He knows Eddie cares about Bobby as much as him. He understands how they both need comfort right now. He starts moving his thumb back and forth on Eddie's hand. He's still watching him, he sees the tension seeping out him. Eddie's still looking into the void in front of him. Buck squeezes his hand and Eddie squeezes back.

Buck settles as comfortably as he can in his chair, keeps their intertwined hands on his lap, and resumes his soft touches with his free hand. He basks in the calmness provided by Eddie’s presence, and the pride he feels at being a source of calm for Eddie too.

maybe I'll edit it and post it on ao3, maybe this will never be more than this, who knows

[shadoedseptmbr]

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The early adventures of Fennan Kinrell in which she tags along with the ranger leading her father's expeditions, waxing his bowstrings and stacking firewood and meeting the occasional dryad and listening wide eyed and big eared to the fireside conversations of an adventuring party and then has to go home to her mother's house and wear dresses and attend teas and learn magic from her brother in law who disappears one day in a puff of his own ego-driven investigations. And the random encounters of Rahn Balethorne and things in a swamp, the warlock she meets who helps her clear out a vampire infested temple, and helping out the various townfolk who aren't sure if she's safe or not

[elixirfromthestars]

By The Warmth Of The Oven

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary: You are baking cookies for the Avengers holiday party when a certain super solider comes into the kitchen tipsy for the first time...

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning(s): none. pure fluff. tipsy bucky.

Prompt/Event: @the-slumberparty december daze -> is it those cookies that smell delicious or is it you?

a/n: This fluffy drabble is my holiday gift to you my dear Bella @nickfowlerrr ♡ In honor of Can You Feel It? being the first of many beautiful fics I read of yours 🥹🩷 Thank you everyone for reading! ₊˚⊹♡ Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! ♡♡♡

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“Smells good…” Bucky’s voice comes out of nowhere from behind you as you grab another tray of chocolate chip cookies from the oven. You glance over your shoulder to find him sauntering into the kitchen, making his way over to you. 

“Freshly baked cookies always do,” you reply with a gratified grin, placing the tray on top of the stove so the cookies have some time to cool off before you plate them. Your friends had already gone through three batches of them and they practically begged you to make more. It was a nice feeling, almost rewarding in a way, knowing something you made was so loved by your friends. 

“‘m not talking about the cookies, doll,” there’s a bit of a slur in his cadence that catches your attention at the same time that your heart skips a beat at his words. You turn to him to see he’s staring at you with a dreamy smile and a twinkle in his eyes, propped up against the counter by his elbow. You frown at his unusual nonchalant demeanor. You’ve never seen him act this way before. 

Your head tilts slightly as you examine him a little closer. There’s a bit of a sway to his stance and his cheeks are tinted pink. “Bucky, are you drunk?” Almost immediately he shakes his head at your question, “No. I can't get drunk,” he replies with an obvious tone, and yet the pouty frown on his face tells a different story. 

“Right, you can’t…” you affirm, mulling it over for a moment,“Unless…did Thor give you some of his special Asgardian liquor?” You ask, stepping slightly closer to him, the apples of his cheeks getting rosier in response. 

“I took a shot. I started feeling funny and came here—felt safe,” he mutters that last part reluctantly, sharing something with you he wouldn’t if it weren’t for the alcohol in his system.

“In the kitchen?”

“With you.” 

Your amusement is replaced with a soft expression at his response. He most likely hasn’t felt the effects of alcohol in decades and a part of him doesn’t know how to cope with the resurfaced inhibitions. The fact that while feeling unwell his first instinct was to come looking for you—it made a warmth spread throughout you that could easily rival the heat of the oven.

You reach out to cup his cheek, soothing the flushed skin with your thumb. He instinctively leans into your touch, his eyes shining with a gentle vulnerability that causes your heart to squeeze in your chest. You and Bucky have always had a flirtatious friendship for as long as you can remember, but it's never gone past that. Seeing him so openly affectionate with you stirs emotions deep within you that you aren’t sure you’re ready to bring to the surface.

“I don’t think the alcohol is going to stay in your system for long, Buck. How about we do this…you wait for me here while I go out and serve the cookies I baked,” his eyes widen slightly and you can tell he wants to protest until you add, “I’ll bring back some hot chocolate for us to share and we can enjoy it along with some cookies while we wait for that liquor in your system to wear off. How does that sound?” You suggest softly and you can see the way he thinks it through before he agrees with a nod.

He doesn’t take his eyes off of you as you plate a few dozen cookies on decorative plates, leaving a handful behind for you and Bucky to share. You make sure to quickly take them out to your friends and serve up two piping hot mugs of hot chocolate before making it back to the kitchen in no time. 

When you meet back with Bucky you find him sitting on the counter where he watches his legs as he swings them lazily to and fro. You observe him fondly for a moment longer than necessary. Trying to commit to memory how carefree and unguarded he is at this moment. When he notices you his face lights up in a way that makes you feel like the most precious person on earth. 

“Here, as promised,” you hand him a mug of hot chocolate which he takes eagerly—too eagerly—as he immediately goes for a sip of it. Before he can, however, you stop him, placing your hand as a barrier between his lips and the mug. His mouth ends up pressed into your palm, and you ignore the heat that finds its way to your face at the softness of his lips brushing against your skin.

“Bucky, it's scalding hot! You’ll burn yourself! Wait until it cools down a bit, please.”

“It’s not gonna burn me, doll. I’m a super soldier. Watch—”

“Bucky!” 

You use the cookies as leverage to coax Bucky into waiting for the hot chocolate to cool down before he drinks any of it. For the next hour or so, you enjoy each other's company. Between the sweet treats and the lighthearted conversations, time flies by in a heartbeat. 

Then, while in the middle of a discussion over your last mission, Bucky does something that completely takes you by surprise in the best way possible—he kisses you. It’s short, but profound in the way he pours everything into it. Every flirtation you ever questioned could mean something more was proven here with this kiss, that it had meant so much more for more than just you. 

You’re speechless when he pulls away beaming as if his heart might burst.

“Looks like I was right.” 

“Huh?”

“I asked myself what was sweeter. You or the cookies. I knew it'd be you,” he states as a matter of fact, drinking up the way his words affect you as much as the kiss had. There’s a part of you that doesn’t believe him, but it's not because of him, but more so because you think you must be dreaming. 

“That's the liquor talking.”

“I've sobered up a while ago, doll.”

You search his eyes for the truth of it all and you find it. This is real. This isn’t a dream. And the yearning that burns bright in his eyes is one you know all too well. It’s the same one reflecting in your eyes as your gazes lock on one another.

“I still think the cookies are sweeter,” you whisper, your eyes shining with a playful challenge despite the way your heart races in your chest with anticipation. He catches on, licking his lips as his flesh hand snakes its way to the back of your head to cradle it gently.

“‘m gonna prove you wrong, doll,” he declares in a huskier tone as he pulls you in for another kiss. And that night, by the warmth of the oven, Bucky continues to kiss you until he successfully proves you wrong. 

[ohwowimlonley]

ohhhh free use with poly!marauders would be something like the boys making it hard for reader to do watch a movie because they keep using her holes and passing her around. imagine the boys sitting in one couch and the reader is seated in remus' dick, waiting for him to cum until she is passed to the other boys 😵‍💫

Changed this a tiny bit to fit a bit better but here :) (btw its roommates!marauders)

Cw for free use/advanced consent

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You’re alone in your room, curled up in the corner of your bed, blanket covering your thighs as you finally start watching you’re favourite movie. It’s the middle of the day, so you’re the only one at home while the boys are out at work. See, you and your roommates had come to an agreement; they would go out to work and pay the rent and bills and buy groceries (and occasionally gifts for you), allowing you to spend your days as you please. In return, they ask for only one thing: your advanced consent.

Now, let’s not get silly here, you can always tell the boys no at any time, and they constantly remind you of that fact. All the agreement means is that they don’t have to ask you, and sometimes they pull you away from what you’re doing when they really need you. There are also a few rules in place. For example, you shouldn’t wear panties around the house (that is, excluding extenuating circumstances), and you shouldn’t touch yourself before asking for their help first.

Just as the plot starts to get good, your bedroom door creeks open. You jump, not expecting anyone to be home for at least and hour and a half, but relax when you see it’s only Remus. Once he determines you’re not in the middle of something vital, he pushes the rest of the way into your room. He doesn’t say a word to you just yet, just pulls his tshirt over his head and works on unzipping his jeans, pulling out his cock from his boxers and tugging on it.

“Rem! You’re home early,” you grin up at him, not bothering to ask him why, it doesn’t matter so long as he’s home. He makes a noncommital ‘hmph’ sound as he clambers up next to you, grasping at your him and turning you onto your stomach, letting your shirt rise up and expose your pussy to the room, still puffy from James using it this morning.

“Shush,” he grunts, but he doesn’t really mean it. He just wants to get inside you as quickly as he can, “boys’ll be home soon, wanna have you first,”

You go to respond, but Remus interrupts your train of thought by letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips onto the folds of your pussy and follows it with scraping his fingers through the stickiness. He wastes no time at all before slipping his cock into you, not going slow like he usually does to let you get used to his size.

You whine loudly at the burn his cock leaves you with, and while he doesn’t slow down he does set a soothing hand on the small of your back and bends over yiu to press a kiss to the bcak of your neck as he starts up his fast pace. It doesn’t take long for you to get used to the stretch, and you let your mouth drop open in a long, continuous moan.

You lose yourself in the sensations, almost forgetting about the movie still playing in the background as your roommate manhandles you all over your bed, using his full strength to let out his frustration on you. Remus hears the soft click of the front door opening, but you don’t, so you let out a confused whine when he pulls out of you.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he soothes, seating himself at the head of your bed and pulling you over his thighs, slipping himself back into you, “boys’re home, gotta make sure they don’t take my girl, huh?”

You don’t respond. You can’t, what with Remus slipping his fingers against your poor, aching clit. The door to your room is already wide open, so James and Sirius can see the two of you as soon as they get to the upstairs landing. James clears his throat and you whip your head around to see your two other roommates standing side by side, watching you take Remus’ cock. You make eye contact with Sirius, and he rolls his eyes playfully.

“Told you he’d get home first,” he jabs his elbow into James’ rib before taking his hand and sitting on the end of your bed with the other boy in tow.

“Your fault really, Pads,” he points out, then smiles up at you, shrugging his shoulders, “the boys were arguing this morning about who got to have you first when we got home,”

“I was gonna share with Jamesie here, but Moony’s a stinkin cheater,” the boy in question doesn’t pay them any attention, just renews his grip on your hips and brings them down to meet his own thrusts.

“Rem!” You protest, turning back towards him and putting your palms on his chest to keep your balance. You can feel him throbbing inside you, a telltale sign that he’s close, and thank goodness for that because you’re getting there too, and on days where they pass you back and forth like this, it’s best if you cum as little as possible in the beginning.

“Who’s it gonna be next, love?” James is always more careful with you, his voice always questioning, never demanding. This by no means indicates that he isn’t just as desperate as you. In fact, on days where it’s all three boys, theres never a time where he isn’t practically forcing his cock into you.

There’s no opportunity for you to even try to answer his question, because Remus is anchoring you to him and spurting his cum deep inside you.

Sirius goes to tug you from Remus’ lap, but he locks his arms around your back and prevents you from moving even an inch further away from him. Sirius and James let out grumbles of displeasure.

“Rem, honey, share,” you remind him. When he eventually lets you go, James gets to you first, “can I face this way? I wanna watch my movie,”

All three boys chuckle amoungst themselves, and silently vow to make it as difficult as possible for you to watch your movie.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Canceled Plans

70s! Logan X F! Reader

You have plans, but so does Logan

A/N: Fighting through writers block! The way this fic is literally a warmup. Been obsessed with 70's Logan lately. Hes so yummy.

Warnings: SMUT, mdni!, Morning sex, established relationship, unprotected piv, Logan being a menace and cocky, also being a little needy but in a dom way, fingering, gets a lil rough, some praise, creampie, snuggles <3

The ringing of your alarm clock stirred you from your sweet dreams.

The first thing you noticed is heavy arms wrapped possessively around you. A face buried into your neck. A broad chest against your back. Legs intertwined with each other. You were surrounded by nothing but sheets, pillows, and him.

Stretching your arm out to hit the annoying alarm clock, shutting the ringing off before retreating back to the warm nest you've found yourself in. You closed your eyes for another minute, the call of sleep and snuggles sounding sweeter and sweeter- then deciding that would be dangerous and you absolutely had to get up and get ready for the day.

Stirring, a soft moan escaped you as you removed Logan's arm wrapped around you in a firm embrace, beginning to climb out of your nest.

Only to get sucked right back in.

"Mm-mm." Logan grumbles, a sound of displeasement in your ear. His arms rewrap themselves around you. Strong, warm, you brought your hands up to caress them, nails gently scratching up and down one arm.

"I gotta get up Lo."

"No." He mutters. You giggled at his response. "Too early."

"For you, maybe. Some of us have things to do." You retort, but he simply buried his face into your hair. "C'mon," Your voice lighthearted. "let me up."

A heartbeat passed and he grumbles, loosening his hold on you. You began climbing out of bed again, pulling the comforter off of you- only to be pulled back into his arms again with a yelp.

You turn your head to look up at him, and could see how much he was suppressing his smile with closed eyes- pretending to be asleep. He finally opened them, and his cocky grin could no longer be hidden when he's met with your bewilderment. You laughed,

"Howlett!" You struggled in his arms with no avail, mirth escaping you.

"No, no, You ain't going anywhere sweetheart." He hums, "You're staying right here, with me."

"Lo-" You brought a hand up to his cheek, brushing through his beard and softly scratching it. You leaned forward, kissing the tip of his nose, but he lowered his head to meet your lips. You parted from his lips, your hand climbing into his hair and scratching at his scalp.

There was a time you actually thought this man wasn't serious about you. He seemed to be a regular Casanova, and you were sure that he was going to break you heart sooner than later. You waited for the pin to drop after every date, every steamy night together, every deep conversation where he opened up to you- puzzle by puzzle.

It never happened.

He was the first to say "I love you"

"You gotta let me up baby."

He let out a small sigh, a small roll of his eyes, as he lets you go.

"Thank you-" You respond with a singsong voice and pecked his lips once more. You climbed out from your side of the bed. Still nude from last nights adventures with Logan. You walked around the mattress to his side, where you dresser was located.

Logan turned onto his back, watching you with sleepy eyes until your back was turned to him as you pulled open a drawer searching for the clothes you wanted to wear today. His sleepy expression turned dark, as his eyes trailed down your spine, to your tush- noticing the prominent bite mark he left on it last night. Smirking, he quietly sat up from the bed, and in a swift movement grabbed you and pulled you back onto the bed.

You squealed in surprise, before Logan came through, kneeling between your legs, staring down over you with a sinful grin. You looked up in surprise.

"Logan!" You reached your hands out to press against his hairy chest, feeling arousal and heat rush to your core at the sight of his muscular figure above you.

"LoGAn" He mocks your voice, grabbing your wrists, pinning you down to the mattress. He captured your lips in a messy and possessive kiss. "Told ya sweetheart-" He licks into your mouth. "You're staying with me."

You moaned into his kiss, lifting your hips against his. He moved to press kisses all over your face, and then along your chin, jaw, and down your neck.

"Lo-" You whined. "I hav-"

"Yeah yeah, you got things to do." He mutters, pressing a kiss to the bottom of your ear. "Places to be, people to talk to. I got my own plans too, sweetheart."

He removed his hands from your wrists, moving to the crooks of your legs and pushing them forward, spreading you open for him. His erect cock resting atop your core.

"-and that includes you and me," He leaned down over you, pressing his chests against your breasts. You gasped, his weight atop you was comforting- but a lot. "...never leaving this room."

He pressed open mouth kisses along your collar bone, as he pushed his cock through your wet folds, sliding it through over and over. His tip bumped into your clit, sharp gasps escaping you each time.

"God you- Oh- You're insatiable." You whined.

"Only cause it's you baby." He hummed, capturing you into a messy and heated kiss. He pushed your legs to rest on his shoulders, bracing one hand by your head, the other sliding between your heated bodies, finding the bundle of nerves that sent you careening just from his touch.

He grinned at how you reacted to him, small gasps and whines gracing his ears- music to his ears. He wanted to listen to you, his never-ending song.

His fingers swirled over your clit, sending waves of warm honey-like pleasure through you. You melted into the mattress, your hands gripped the sheets as your arched your back into him, your legs falling off his shoulders.

He removed his fingers just as you felt the winding tight feeling in your lower belly. You whined and he chuckled.

"Don't worry, I got you." He hums. He took his shaft in hand, throbbing, desperate for your walls to clench around him. He led himself to your entrance, pushing his tip inside you.

You gasped, your hands came up, pressed to his chest as you let out a small hiss from the intrusion.

"Sssshh." He laid himself atop of you, slowly pushing deeper inside, watching as your eyes rolled back and mouth fall open in amusement. He tipped his chin up and looked down at you, clicking his tongue sympathetically, shaking his head, "S'okay sweet girl. I got you." He purrs. "Always taking me so damn good. Such a good girl aren't you?"

You moaned, your head falling back, exposing your neck to him. Your pussy clenched around him so damn tight it was almost painful. Almost.

"Logan-" You whimpered, small heated gasps escaping you. He pressed butterfly kisses to your exposed neck, before finding your pulse point- and biting down, eliciting a yelp that turned into a moan as he sucked on your skin and gave you time to adjust to his size. He could feel you pulsing and clenching around him, desperate for him to move- trying to milk him of his release so early. "Oh- Please, I need you to move-" You breathed.

"So polite." He chuckled, slowly he rutted his hips into you, before he began pulling out to the tip- and pushing back inside. Your head fell to the side limply, turning into a ragdoll in his arms- just how he liked you.

He picked up pacing, fucking you with a vigor that you'll never get used to, and love it intensely. Your legs hung over his bulging biceps, his veins popping out from the tension he held in making sure he didn't spill into you prematurely- because fuck you always feel so damn good and it takes him everything to hold back, even if he plays himself off as the smooth one.

His hips slammed into yours, his heavy balls slapped against your cunt. A slick wet noise was heard through the room- alongside your heavenly pants and Logan's animalistic grunts. The mattress squeaked repeatedly, and the bed frame groaned- unlikely to take any more of you and Logan's abuse.

His free hand came up, cupping your jaw and tipping your head to look at him. He smirked at you already fucked out expression.

"In a rush to go somewhere now sweetheart?" He hums, leaning down to brush his lips over yours as he spoke. Your hazy eyes looked into his, and you couldn't help but think:

So damn cocky

"Damn right I am." He smirks, as if he read your mind. He angled himself, pounding faster into your pussy and sent you reeling as the tip of his cock found the gummy spot inside you. Your hands frantically climbed into his hair, and then clung to his back- nails digging into his skin, leaving red crescent sharp marks that'll heal over as soon as your remove your hold on him.

"Logan!" You cried out for him- feeling the familiar tightening building in your lower belly- it was strong, overwhelming, and brought tears to your eyes as he continued pounding into you. his arms quickly wrapped around your torso, your legs hooked over his elbows and your arms pinned to your sides. He planted his face into your neck gasping and grunting - fucking into you with a new force he hadn't used before.

It was so much, it was too much. Tears rolled down your face as you begged for your released. You felt the bed creaking and groaning- and your swear it was now being pushed out of place with the power of each of Logan's thrusts into you.

"Fuck- c'mon baby-" He hissed into your ear through gritted teeth as he turned his head to see your fucked out expression. "Fucking love you, you know that? Cum for me-"

That was the final nail, as pleasure erupted through your body, sending waves and waves over you- so hard you saw stars as he continued working you through your coitus. You screamed his name, as you shook underneath him. You were so out of it you didn't even hear him praising you.

He reached his own peak during yours, burying himself as deep as he could, his legs and feet digging into the mattress desperately trying to make sure you get every drop inside of you.

He let out a choked gasp as the last of his cum shoots out in ropes inside you, nearly beginning to leak out just from the sheer amount.

You both collapsed in exhaustion. He used his arms to not allow his full weight to crush you under him. Pants and frantic heartbeats filled the room.

Finally your turned your head towards him. Heavy and tired eyes that were filled with love looking at him. You managed to free one of your arms, brushing a few strands of his sweat-slicked hair from his forehead, gently petting and scratching his scalp.

"I love you too." You smiled, your voice barely a whisper- sore and dry from your earlier vocalizations. He hummed, a sound almost akin to a purr.

"That mean you'll cancel those plans?" He murmured, closing his eyes.

You giggled. "You didn't give me much of choice." You shook your head, now playing with his hair tuffs. He sighed contentedly, before sitting up, carefully helping you out of your position, before maneuvering the both of you back into the spot you woke up in not long ago.

"Good." He responds, his arms wrapping securely around you and pulling you against his chest after he pulled the blanket back over the two of you. Once again creating the nest of blankets, pillows, and him.

[cacaocheri]

sun from help wanted 2 got me thinking about fic shenanigans.... i think he gets to be a bit more unhinged

[cameronsprincess]

been thinking about your boyfriend owing rafe and he takes you as payment when your man can’t pay up…

CW: male receiving oral, praise, degradation, hair pulling, rafe forces your boyfriend to watch him throat fuck you.

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you’d known your boyfriend fucked up the moment he came home two weeks ago. he’d looked terrified, and his all around vibe was just off.

but when you’d ask him what was wrong, he’d brush you off and say “nothing, all’s good.”

of course, you should’ve pressed harder, but you trusted him, you didn’t think he’d actually gotten himself into real trouble.

but oh how wrong you’d been.

you knew trouble was brewing when rafe cameron had arrived at you and your boyfriends shared apartment, demanding to see jake.

“he’s not home!” you’d lie, hoping rafe would leave and just deal with it later.

rafe would glare at you, his blue eyes dark, and void of any light at all.

“now sweetheart, why would you lie to me like that, huh?”

“i-i’m not lying… he isn’t here.”

rafe would push his way past you and into your apartment like he owned the place. “jake! i know you’re here, bud. come on out.”

you stand by the front door, frozen in fear and unsure of what to do in this situation. you should call the cops, tell them rafe broke in, but that wouldn’t work, he had pretty much the entire police force in his back pocket. you could try and catch him by surprise, find something that would easily take him down, but then there’s thoughts of how badly he’d harm you if you failed at knocking him out..

jake emerges from the bedroom, hands held up in surrender.

“i don’t have the money… yet. i swear, i’ll have it in two-”

rafe tsks, shaking his head at your boyfriend. “i told you, jake. you had two weeks, or i’d take something else from you.” he pauses, his head turning and cold blue eyes landing on your face before he faces jake once more, “didn’t i?”

you hear your boyfriend’s sharp intake of air, your eyes finding his from across the room. you tilt your head to the side, silently asking him what rafe means by “i’d take something else from you.”

“j-jake? what.. what does he mean by that?”

rafe breathes out a laugh, “oh, you didn’t tell her our deal? i don’t know why that doesn’t surprise me, you always were a fucking coward.”

once more, you eye your boyfriend suspiciously while shouting, “what the fuck does he mean, jake! what the fuck do you owe him?”

jake opens his mouth to speak, but rafe quickly cuts him off.

“he owes me two grand. but, he agreed to let me have… something else if he didn’t have my money in that time frame.”

your eyes find rafe’s, “what… what does he owe you?” you ask, though you’re sure you already know.. and you don’t like the thought.

rafe smiles, and you swear it’s the first real smile you’d ever seen on the cameron boy’s face.

“you.” he replies calmly.

your eyes nearly pop out of your skull, your mouth hangs open as you try and take in what’s been said. your boyfriend offered you up as payment if he couldn’t scrape together the two grand. why the fuck did he owe rafe two grand? what the fuck was happening?

“m-me?”

rafe takes two long strides toward you, his right hand reaching out to caress your cheek, “yes, you. and now, it’s time he pays up.”

rafe gently pushes the front door shut, locking it before he places his large hands on your hips. natural instinct has you backing away from his touch, but the look in his eyes has you crushing that thought quickly.

“jake here is gonna watch while his pretty girlfriend chokes on my cock,” he pauses, turning his head to look at your boyfriend who stands fuming across the room. “isn’t that right, jake?”

you barely hear it over the harsh sounds of his breathing, but jake mumbles a low and angry “yes.”

“good boy, see you’re learning.”

rafe turns to face you again, his eyes softening slightly. “now, you’re gonna be a good girl and get on your knees for me, right? no fighting?”

you glance at jake and then rafe again. jake had fucking offered you up like a fucking object, and as much as you didn’t want to do this, you wanted to see jake suffer the way he was making you suffer. though, was sucking rafe cameron’s cock really suffering? he was gorgeous.. he had this aura that drew women in, and even though he was a complete fucking dick, you wouldn’t mind doing this, right?

without giving it another thought, you slowly lower yourself to your knees, your eyes never leaving rafe’s in the process.

“such a good girl, aren’t you?” rafe praises, his large hands working his belt before working his zipper and button of his jeans next.

he drops his jeans, letting them pool around his ankles before he pulls his boxers down next. you eyes go wide at the sight in front of you. long, hard and thick, already dripping with precum, just waiting to have your lips wrapped around it. he was the biggest dick you’d ever seen in your life, and thoughts of him shoving it down your throat or into your pussy had your thighs slick with need, your clit throbbing.

rafe grips his thick shaft in his right hand, his left finding home on the back of your head. he slaps the swollen, dripping tip against the seam of your lips, prompting you to open up for him. you quickly obey, opening your mouth and allowing him to slowly push the tip inside.

the taste of his precum coats your tongue, a low hum of appreciation pulled from your throat. rafe smiles down at you, “your girl gets turned on by sucking dick, that’s hot, jake. why’ve you been hiding her from everyone else? didn’t you know sharing is caring?”

you hear a low growl come from your boyfriend, and you risk taking a peek at him from behind rafe’s tall frame. jake’s fists are balled by his sides, his chest heaving up and down as he keep his eyes on the back of rafe’s head.

rafe’s hand tightens in your hair, pulling your focus back on him. “don’t pay attention to him, pay attention to me. be a good girl, and suck my cock like the good little slut i know you are.”

you nod your head the best you can, placing your hands in your lap as you begin to push your head down, taking his long, thick length down your throat. his tip kisses the back of your throat, pulling a small gag from you before you slowly pull back, strings of spit now coating his dick and pulling with your lips.

you suck in a sharp breath through your nose before you begin bobbing your head up and down, licking and sucking every last inch of him. rafe groans, his hand tightening in your hair again and pushing himself all the way down your throat and holding you there.

tears blur your vision and you shift on your knees. rafe slowly drags your head back before ramming himself back down your throat.

the room is filled with your gurgling sounds and rafe’s grunts of pleasure and praises.

“taking my cock so well, i might just have to keep you for myself.”

rafe’s harsh thrusts grow sloppier, his dick twitching in your mouth before his salty, warm cum coats your tongue and throat.

he slowly slips himself from your mouth, his thumb rubbing your cheek softly as he says, “good girl.”

he quickly tucks himself back into his boxers, working his jeans up his legs and fastening his belt while he turns to face your boyfriend who is now red with anger. “next time you owe me money, i suggest you pay up, or else i’m taking that sweet cunt next.”

i really had no clue how to end that? lmaoooo. but rafe motherfucking cameron. what a man. tbh, i woulda left with him, fuck my sorry broke ass bf who offered me as payment. is that wrong of me to say? oh well.😌 it’s rafe cameron, its allowed.🖤 alsooooo, this came out a lot longer than i originally expected but oh well🫠

[djotime-allthetime]

Freaky Redheads

synopsis: interactions between you and fred hechinger at a red carpet event for gladiator ii.

wc: 2.5k+

rpf!!! don't like, don't read!!!

a/n: i love that soft, sweet, adorable man with all of my heart. my inspiration is how fred talks about sherry. the monkey. i'm down bad bro.

italics are supposed to be comments under tiktok clips of these interviews. i definitely have more in mind for these two, but we'll see how this goes. feedback is writer's fuel!

cross posted on AO3

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The flashing cameras and yelling reporters have started to become the new normal, which was so not normal for you. You couldn't believe how far you'd come.

Granted, your role in the movie was definitely more in the supporting cast territory, but you couldn't deny how massive the production was. But even as a supporting actress, you still had quite a bit of screen time as the unnamed favorite concubine to Emperor Caracalla.

The fans who knew you called out your name from behind the velvet ropes and you smiled and waved as you walked by.

"y/n! y/n! Over here!" A reporter called out. You nodded and smiled as you approached, indicating your acceptance of the carpet-side interview. Your agent had warned you that not every journalist might want to speak with you and that you should accept any interview you came by. Thankfully, as the start of your night would show, that wasn't the case.

"Hello!" You beamed, coming to a stop in front of the camera. The reporter greeted you back and handed you a microphone glued to a mini Romanesque column. "Oh, wow. I love the microphone!"

"Thank you," She smiled. With a quick glance at her blouse, you saw a name tag that said 'MTV UK: Claire'. "It was my idea, actually."

"Incredibly creative! They should give you a raise, Claire."

"If you wouldn't mind saying that directly into the camera..." Claire trailed off with a chuckle and a mischievous glint to her eye.

You shot the camera as serious a look as you could muster. "MTV, if you do not give this woman a raise, I will riot in the streets."

"Alright alright, enough of that." Claire laughed out loud with a few shakes of her head. "You look absolutely stunning!"

"Oh, this old thing?" You smiled bashfully, grabbing at your skirt to twirl it around. The styling department had made sure that all the gowns worn during press had some Roman inspiration behind them. The piece you were wearing was off white in color, representing your character's position in society. Even with your character in mind, your dress was still breathtaking. The gown was composed of yards and yards of fabric, giving it this dreamy, flowy silhouette. The neckline was so beautiful, in the cowl style and draped ever so slightly off your shoulders. To say that you loved it would be an understatement. "Thank you very much, you look amazing yourself."

"But you are on a different level!" Claire gasped, no doubt to return the topic to you. Just like you were media trained, the reporters were too. "What was the thought process behind your look tonight?"

Your eyes lit up as this was something you had wanted to talk about. "Well, the styling department and I actually workshopped this look together. Of course we wanted it to be glamorous, this is the red carpet after all. But we also wanted to show the character through the outfits, you know?" She nodded along.

"Right, your character was quite impactful even with the few lines you had." Claire added, and you smiled in thanks.

"Yeah, thank you." You felt your face heat up at the compliment. "We wanted to still be true to her, under all the glitz and glamour. So that's why we went with the understated color, to not only show her position in society but also her demeanor throughout the film."

"But your jewellery is anything but understated." She laughed.

"Yeah, I couldn't help myself." You laughed with her.

"Give us a quick tour."

You were almost dripping in gold, from your head to your toes. "We've got the hair piece." You brought a hand up to show the gold pins connected with chains littering your up-do. "Earrings upon earrings, all hoops." You pulled a strand back to show off your right ear clearly. Some were clip on earrings as you didn't have quite enough piercings to get them all. "The necklaces, of course. Some bracelets, some rings. But I think this cuff on my upper arm is my favorite."

"And these are all borrowed pieces from different brands?"

"Most of them are, yes." You confirmed with a nod. "But some are from my private collection. And some I might steal." You joked, getting a laugh out of Claire.

"Well, you really knocked it out of the park." Claire smiled, a tone of finality in her voice that showed you the interview was coming to a close. "And before we let you go, we've got one question we're asking everyone tonight. I think we can all agree that the cast of this movie is full of beautiful men." You giggled, a bit surprised at the turn in topic. "But people on the internet have separated them into two categories."

"Oh, have they now?" You asked, unaware of what she was talking about.

"Yes, they have. Gen Z has divided them into the brooding brunets and the freaky redheads." She explained, pulling up two little hand held signs. One with Paul Mescal and Pedro Pascal, the brooding brunets, and the other with Joseph Quinn and Fred Hechinger, the freaky redheads.

You couldn't contain the surprised laugh that escaped you at the sight of their little printed faces. "Oh my goodness!"

"So, as the resident Gen Z-er on the cast, who is your pick?"

"Well, I wouldn't say I'm the only representation of Gen Z here." You mused as you grabbed both the signs from Claire. You lifted up the 'freaky redheads' sign and pointed to Fred. "My friend is right there with me in the Gen Z territory."

"Alright, as the representation of Gen Z women, which team is more your style?" Claire asked as you studied the signs. "People are saying they went into the movie for the brunets and came out converted to team redheads."

"That's actually really funny," You chuckled as you looked down at both signs. "This is hard." You mumbled. A small smirk found itself on your lips as you thought of Fred seeing this clip later. Someone no doubt showing it to him, as he wouldn't find it on his own. "I feel like- yeah." You nodded with determination. "I'm gonna have to go with Fred- I'm going with team freaky redheads." You nodded. "I think it would be treacherous otherwise."

"Good choice. You'd break Emperor Caracalla's heart."

"And then he'd have my head." You laughed, stepping back. "Thank you for your great questions."

"Thank you for your time." Claire waved as you walked away. "We're gonna have a tally going throughout the night, and we'll see who wins. Team brooding brunets, or team freaky redheads." You heard her say to the camera as you moved further down the carpet.

'She looks so pretty!!'

'i love the thought process behind the outfit, you can tell she really loved her character'

'the reporter asked y/n if she prefers lucius and acacius or geta and caracalla and this girl really said FRED 💀'

'i love seeing new faces in hollywood, give young new actors a chance!!' ↳ 'right?? im so sick of them recycling the same actors for every big budget movie'

'she mentioned fred, not caracalla, twice, unprompted. i see you, y/n. you're just like us.' ↳ 'have you seen his interviews? he's literally the cutest i cant blame her 🥺'

A few steps down, another reporter flagged you down. This time, the questions were more centered around the acting itself.

"And was it difficult? In a previous interview, you've said that your character's growth was significant, but she had almost no lines in the movie."

"Yeah, I think in the final cut she only has... three lines?" You winced, looking upwards as you tried to recall what was and wasn't cut. "Though I'm not sure."

"So there were scenes where she could've said more?"

"Oh yeah, for sure! There was a lot of experimentation with my character throughout filming. Ridley's a genius and he was kind enough to truly take in my suggestions. There were times where I felt like she would actually stay quiet during a scene, whereas other times I felt like she would speak up. But yeah," You breathed in and furrowed your brows in thought as you tried to focus your answer back to the original question. "It was definitely a challenge. I had to really work on my micro-expressions. Lots of research, lots of practice. And lots of trust, too. With a character like mine, I really relied on Fr- on my fellow actors in those scenes. So yeah, definitely challenging. But who doesn’t love a good challenge?"

"And did you take any inspiration from other people's work? Any source material that helped you out as you built your character?"

"Of course!" You smiled, a hint of humor in your tone as you thought of your response. "Yeah, I did. Actually, one of the biggest inspirations for my role, believe it or not, was Ferb. From 'Phineas and Ferb'."

"The- The children's show?" The interviewer questioned with a grin.

"Yeah, Ridley thought it was brilliant!" You laughed. "We watched compilations of Ferb scenes on youtube together. And I know that Fred- Fred Hechinger, who plays Emperor Caracalla-, he also brought up Sid Vicious with Ridley, as well as other sources like that. Sir Ridley Scott has great taste, there's no denying that."

'ferb as inspiration for a movie like this,,, gen z in the film industry really are the gift that keeps on giving'

'im just imagining y/n and ridley scott curled up on the couch watching phineas and ferb reruns. that man is 86 years old. this is brilliant.'

'bro didn't even have to say anything and y/n still brought up fred 💀'

'the gen z cast members making ridley scott watch cartoons is sending me'

'not her pretending she didn't mean to say fred when she talked about trust, we all heard you y/n'

Unbeknownst to you, Fred's interviews were going much like yours, only a few feet behind you on the carpet.

"You look amazing today!" Claire, the same reporter you spoke to, told Fred during his first interview on the carpet.

"Thank you, thank you." He replied bashfully as he tried to subtly look around for you, but he couldn't see you just yet. "Everyone looks so great, everyone."

She asked him a few questions and then came time for her ending segment.

"Alright, to close off, we've got a little game here."

"A game?" Fred smiled with raised brows. "I love games." He said softly, not realizing that the microphone would pick it up.

"Yes, a quick one. You just have to choose between team brooding brunets and team freaky redheads. We've asking everyone to join."

"Woah!" Fred exclaimed as he received the signs. "That's me." He pointed out his own face in the picture of him and Joseph. "What are we basing our choice on here?"

"Well, the internet is battling on who is more attractive."

"Oh my god." Fred chortled, not expecting that answer. "Who's played the game?" He asked, still examining the hand held signs.

"As of now, we've spoken to Joseph Quinn, Connie Nielsen, and y/n l/n." Claire recounted.

Fred's eyes lit up and his cheeks reddened at the mention of your name. "And what's the- what's the consensus so far?"

"It's two to one. Can you guess who's in the lead?" Claire asked.

"Let me think... Well, Joseph -my brother-, he definitely voted for us." He pondered aloud as he counted the votes off on his fingers. "Connie... I think Connie went for team brunets. I mean, it's her husband. She's gotta." He grinned when it came to you. "y/n chose me, right? We're in the lead?"

"Yeah, you're right on all counts! You really know your cast members." Claire laughed. "y/n didn't want to anger Emperor Caracalla."

"Oh, she couldn't. I’ve got too much of a soft spot for her." Fred shook his head emphatically.

"So, are you keeping team redheads in the lead? Or will you give us a tie?"

"No, I'm going team redheads!" Fred exclaimed. "I'm not helping out my competition, no way!"

'this man has bewitched me with his beautiful eyes and calming demeanor'

'he always calls joe his brother im CRYINGGG'

'did you see his face when they mention y/n, this man can't hide his crush for the life of him 🥺' ↳ 'neither can she lol'

'what do yall know about fred hechinger 🗣️🗣️🗣️'

'fred immediately knowing that y/n chose him, kill me right now.' ↳ 'mind you the choice was caracalla. she still said 'fred' and he said 'me'. can they be more obvious?'

'the way this man said 'i love games' protect him at all costs'

‘he said ‘i’ve got a soft spot for her’ is this the year of men yearning?’ ↳ ‘it’s just the paul mescal effect’

It was during his next interview that he saw you. He was talking about his experience building the character of Emperor Caracalla with Sir Ridley Scott as well as Joseph Quinn when he finally caught sight of you. You had spent a bit longer with a specific reporter down the carpet, causing Fred to catch up to you. 

“Of course, y/n was a great help as well.” He smiled, reaching over to brush against your elbow to catch your attention. At the perfect time, too, because you had just finished talking to the reporter in front of you.

“Oh, Fred!” You beamed, coming over to give him a hug. 

“Look at you.” Fred spoke against your shoulder. He pulled away from the hug and brought you into his side in front of the camera, almost like he was showing you off. “Look at her, isn’t she stunning.”

“Stop it,” you rolled your eyes as you tried your best not to show how his compliment affected you. “I’m sorry for interrupting, I just had to say hello.”

“No worries,” the reporter reassured you. “Fred was actually saying how you helped with the building of his character.”

“Yeah, we worked really closely during pre-production actually.” You nodded, acutely aware of Fred’s hands on you. He had one hand casually tucked into his pocket while his other arm draped across your waist, his hand resting against your hip. “My character was almost like Caracalla’s sidekick, so the motives for all her actions are really based around him.”

“I’d argue that she was more of a mirror, actually.” You turned to look at Fred, never passing up an opportunity to hear his view on these things. “She’s the complete opposite of Caracalla, but in a way she represents who he truly is under all the pressure of being in Geta’s shadow.”

“And under all the syphilis, of course.” You added, causing Fred to giggle.

“Yeah, and under the syphilis.”

‘he seems like such a sweet guy 🥺’

‘did you see his face when he saw her???  😫😫😫 theyre in love, your honor’

‘him showing her off like that is peak soft boyfriend behavior’

‘they just called me single in seven different languages’

‘his laugh is actually so cute, who is this man and why am i in love with him? 😍’ ↳ 'get in line' ↳'behind y/n, you mean?'

‘the way he’s touching her???? im just gonna go take a nap in front of an oncoming train’

‘im calling it, new hollywood it couple’

‘look at how he looks at her!!! may this love find me 🙏’

[fictionadventurer]

I love libraries.

I'm browsing the WWI shelves (as you do) and notice a very old book about the war. I glance at the first pages that talk about how one day the war will be over and we'll look at this place and not see any signs of the battlefield.

Then it hits me. And I check the publishing date.

This book was printed before the war's end. Not written. Printed. The physical object was created in 1918, while the war in question was raging and the end was as yet uncertain.

Now I'm standing on the other side of the apocalypse, with this physical link to that era in my hands. I'm living proof that the war did end and life did go on and we can all look at the end of the world as a long-ago memory.

Reading old books is cool enough, connecting our minds and hearts through the ideas of people who lived long ago, but there's something extra profound about holding a copy of the book that comes from the time that it was written. It's a physical link between the past and the present connecting me to those long-ago people. A piece of the past come into the future that gives me the chance to almost take the hand of some long-ago reader, to hold something they could have held, connecting not just mentally but physically to their era, a moment of connection across more than a century.

Excuse me while I go weep.

[teshiee]

this is what i did instead of studying for the past two days. magnificent innit

[milktrician]

covers for my fic A person I can't recall. a small yue qingyuan and shang qinghua thing :)

[oh-no-its-bird]

Fic where the unjust death of the Uchiha and the subsequent horrific abuse to their bodies via blatant and indiscriminant eye theft results in Konoha being haunted by the spirits of several very angry Uchiha.

"You know... They say that so long as an Uchiha's eyes do not rest in their body, their spirit will never find peace."

When the husk of a woman who used to be Mikoto smiles, there is blood in her teeth.

"What do you think, Elder Danzo?"

Ft.

- Sasuke being repeatedly lured into the woods by the ghosts of his family (and notably, his parents) both bc some want to protect him and some, not powerful enough to retain their sanity in death, wish for him to die so they might take their eyes as their own

- Nara Shikaku, among others in the Hokage's tower, being repeatedly faced with the unsettlingly eyeless ghost of Fugaku as he appears sporadically and attempting to act as if nothing is wrong— always dissapearing when someone questions how he is there (whether he truly seems to keep forgetting that he has died is unclear, but no methods to purge the offices seems able to keep him away for long)

- the spirit of Mikoto taking on a spokesperson role for the dead, as she seems to have been the one to retain the most of herself in death while plagued with the corruptive everything that comes with being a spirit tied to the earth through nefarious means (with Fugaku being a potential second— if he wasn't so busy w convincing himself he hadn't died at all)

- Danzo being haunted by the more mindlessly violent Uchiha ghosts, driven mad in the afterlife at seeing their eyes in his unworthy flesh

- A surprisingly sane Kagami who has Thoughts and Feelings ab Danzo taking his eye— and the mystery of how exactly he had died

- A suddenly the most qualified person to deal with ghosts Kakashi, who's unfortunatley doomed both attract and to be able to see the Uchiha ghosts with his sharingan, and has them breathing down the back of his neck with talk of watching after Sasuke and GETTING REVENGE !!!!!!!!!!!!! which he is legally obligated to do now as the elder ghosts deem his service as their conduit to be his duty, since they gave him a pass on the eye thing. There's a lot of "see I TOLD you it was a good idea to let him keep the eye!! Clearly Amaterasu has left him here for us to use in our darkest of hours"

Aka forcefully adopted by Uchiha ghosts Kakashi who's "adoption" reads a little more like "indentured servitude to the afterlife"

(And he can't help but wonder why he hasn't seen Obito's ghost, after so many years with his eye in his head...

- Itachi being absoloutley hounded by the guilt of what hes done and the spirits of those hes killed, whove left the haunting of Konoha specifically to haunt him (He is not having fun) (The ghost of Shisui is doing his best to ward away the more volatile ones)

And more !!! Potentially, idk. This would be a fun one if I wrote it but I will not. Someone totally should tho , just, not me.

[shadoedseptmbr]

📓 <3

ooh, how about the one where Fenris' sister actually was a high powered mage and overthrew Danarius and "liberated" Fenris to help her take over Tevinter (handwave how that happens) but the real story is that Sebastian ran away from the Chantry and ended up as Fen's 'bodyguard' and when Leandra died, Aeryn and Beth headed for Tevinter and Bethany was taken as an apprentice and Aeryn was supposed to end up a guard but was instead bloodspelled and ended up in a brothel. Fenris wins her in a bet and uh...y'know, this one ends up in a D/s threesome with collars and power dynamics but it's a pretty good daydream, lol

[elixirfromthestars]

Tangled Up In You

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger!Reader

Summary: When you and Steve get tasked with decorating the living room of the Avengers Compound, it seems like the perfect opportunity to spend some time with your crush. However, a certain tangled mess of lights would prove to make decorating a bit more difficult than you had anticipated.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning(s): none. pure fluff. established nickname -> angel

Prompt/Event: @the-slumberparty december daze -> putting up christmas lights isn't as easy as it looks

a/n: And the secret is out! ₊˚⊹☆ This little winter drabble event was started because I wanted to do some gift giving for the holiday season. ˚୨୧⋆｡ So this fluffy fic is my holiday gift to you my dear Jo!! @neverthatsirius-jo ♡ I know how much you adore Steve, so I knew I had to write something for him just for you!! Thank you for reading! ₊˚⊹♡ Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! ♡♡♡

main masterlist ♡ || fluffy winter drabbles masterlist ❆

You grumble an incoherence under your breath, stepping back and looking at the piles of cardboard boxes littering the living room of the Avengers Compound. Each one is filled with various holiday decorations you and Steve have been “tasked” adorning the living room with. 

Last night, during the team’s weekly game night, it was decided that the two people who lost the most games by the end of the night would be stuck with the responsibility of decorating the only undecorated room left in the Compound—the living room. 

Unfortunately—or maybe fortunately for you—you and Steve were the two losers of the night. You didn’t mind having to decorate on your day off, and you certainly didn’t mind spending the afternoon with Steve. He was one of your closest friends—a friend you have been secretly crushing on for months. You were hoping that this time together could help you muster up the courage to finally ask him out on a date.

Fingers crossed that, unlike last night, luck would be on your side when asking him. 

While Steve brought in the remaining boxes from the storage room, you were going through each of the cardboard boxes to try and get an idea of what you had to work with. This was your first holiday season at the Compound, so you didn’t have last year's decor to reference back on.

You make your way over to one of the larger cardboard boxes, one whose height goes up to your waist. You notice the word lights scribbled on the side of it in black permanent marker before you open it. Inside, as you expected, are an abundance of Christmas lights. All an extensive tangled web of cords and bulbs. You couldn’t tell how many sets of lights were inside, but you did know whoever stored them previously did so without a care in the world. Now, they were left in a mangled knot you’d have to find the patience to undo.

Maybe luck wasn’t on your side today…

You huff as you begin pulling the strands of lights out of the box. Your eyes go wider by the second as they appear to be never-ending. Almost as if you were pulling the lights from a magician’s hat, yards upon yards of string poured out. It made you wonder if Wanda had enchanted the box for it to have been able to fit so much.

By the time the box was empty, you were in the midst of the pile of lights, carefully trying to make a path by sweeping the cords on the ground with your foot. This backfires on you quickly as the cords end up around your ankles. When you try to free them, your wrists somehow end up joining in on the vine-like restriction.

The pattern of you trying to free yourself from the web of lights only to end up getting more entrapped by them continues until you can no longer discern where you start and where the lights end. You don’t know whether to laugh or cry at the ridiculous situation you have gotten yourself into.

“I think there’s only—” Steve's words freeze in midair along with himself as he walks into the living room and sees the predicament you’re in. The Christmas lights cover you from head to toe as if you had been decorating yourself in them. His eyes sparkle with amusement, but he keeps his lips in a tight line to stop himself from laughing. 

“Y/n, how did you…?”

“Please help.” 

Embarrassment bubbles within every ounce of you—to say the least—and with no dignified explanation of how you got like this, you look everywhere but at Steve. Staring intently at the ground when he sets down the boxes in his arms and carefully makes his way over to you. 

“I think you took out the lights Tony used last year to outline the roof. That’s why there’s so many of them,” Steve explains kindly as a way to make you feel better, delicately pulling at the lights around your body to find the ones easiest to take off of you first. Your eyes slowly make their way to meet his baby blue ones. Your embarrassment melts away at the gentle way he’s staring at you—no judgment in sight. However, you don’t miss the way the corners of his lips twitch as he holds back a smile.

“You can laugh, it's okay. This is pretty funny.”

“I’m not going to laugh at you, angel.” 

“Laugh with me then.”

The nickname he uses only for you is enough to bring a smile to your face, but when a few light chuckles leave his lips at your permission—your smile widens until your soft laughter joins his.

What happens next will forever be unexplainable to both of you. Somehow, in the midst of trying to untangle you, the string of lights find themselves around Steve’s chest constricting his movement. You try to help him, but you’re not in the best position to. So from here on out, you go back and forth trying to help one another only to end up enveloped further by the lights. 

You both laugh it off until you realize how close the lights have tangled you to each other. If you step any closer you’d be pressed up against Steve, the mere possibility sends your heart racing. Your nerves get the better of you, attempting to step back only to almost slip backward if it weren’t for Steve reaching out to catch you before you did. 

Ultimately, pressing you up against him so you wouldn’t fall. 

“You alright, angel?” He asks you tentatively, scanning you over as if you had fallen. 

You nod slowly, the words getting caught in your throat at his proximity. The scent of his cologne, an earthy spice that is mixed with something that is entirely him fills your senses, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter dreamily.

Your eyes gravitate to his lips and when they do his breath hitches. Your gaze shoots up to meet his and in his pretty blues you swear you see the same desire you hold. 

You’re dying to kiss him, and you think he is too.

Steve’s eyes lock on your lips, and that’s all the confirmation you need to gather the courage to pull him in for a kiss. It starts hesitant, yet sweet, both of you testing the waters of what it feels like to kiss one another. It doesn’t take long for Steve to deepen the kiss, wanting to pour his feelings for you out in the open. The dilemma of the lights is long forgotten as the kiss consumes all of your thoughts. 

The snapping sound of a phone camera isn’t enough to break the kiss, but the flash that follows it is. You look over to see Bucky smirking proudly at the sight of his best friend kissing you and Sam making fun of Bucky for not knowing how to take a photo without the flash on. 

“Seriously, you two?” Steve shakes his head at his friends, his cheeks rosy with a hint of bashfulness at the way his best friends are acting. You can feel your face getting hot as well, knowing there was no way you were ever going to live down getting tangled up in Christmas lights with Steve. 

As for the picture of the kiss…you were definitely going to ask Bucky for a copy later.

When you tune back into their conversation, Sam has a shit-eating grin on his face, “You should make that this year's Christmas card.” 

“Sam!”

You giggle at Sam’s teasing and at Steve’s attempt at scolding him. Steve seems mortified until he notices the way you don’t seem to mind the teasing. He stares at you with a fond expression, wanting more than anything to be alone with you again.

“Don’t you two have chores to do? Y/n and I are kind of busy here,” Steve motions to the web of lights that cover you and him from head to toe. Despite that, the twinkle of mischief in Sam’s eyes tells you he’s not done with either of you yet. 

“Kissing or decorating?”

“Sam!”

After a few more rounds of teasing that leave Steve wondering when the earth will swallow him whole, Sam and Bucky finally retreat—leaving him alone with you once more.

“I’m sorry about that. I’ll make it up to you angel—I promise,” Steve apologizes to you, an endearing embarrassment on his features. You shake your head with a soft smile, intending to tell him not to worry about it until an idea pops into your head. 

“How about you make it up to me tomorrow? We can check out that new coffee place down on Orchard if you’d like,” you suggest, your heart beating wildly in your chest as you await his answer. He lights up at your suggestion, “I’d love to. It’s a date then?” That last part comes out as a whispered question, wondering if you’d see it the same way he did. 

“It’s a date,” you confirm, moving against the restricting lights enough to place a soft kiss on his cheek. 

So it seems luck was on your side all along after all.

[ohwowimlonley]

more public sex with james please 🙏🙏

No :)

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Everyone is piled onto one large L shaped sofa in James’ living room, despite there being plenty of other seats available. James says it’s because you get the best view of the TV from where you are, but you’re convinced it’s some kind of ploy.

Sirius is sat to the left of you, James to your right and Remus to his right. There’s a pink sherpa blanket over your thighs, one that you’d offeredto the boys on either side of you, but they’d both refused, with Sirius claiming that he doesn’t need a blanket to watch a horror movie, and James saying he’d let you know if he gets too cold.

In all honesty, you’re not at all interested in the movie playing on the TV screen, despite the fact that you were allowed to pick the movie, one you knew would scare the life out of Sirius and Remus.

James’ thigh has been pressed to yours for the past fifteen minutes, and even through the expensive matierial of the blanket you can feel the heat that he’s somehow always radiating. It’s distracting, really, the way he touches you just oh so casually, like there’s no intention behind it at all. But you know better. There’s no way that he just so happens to repeatedly brush his hand slightly too high when stroking your thigh over the top of the blanket.

Quickly, but as nonchalantly as possible, you throw the blanket over his lap too, and swing your right leg over his knees. He’s suggested doing this sort of thing before; touching eachother in front of the boys, and you’ve always been eager but too apprehensive to actually try it yet.

“You sure about this?” James knows what you want. Somehow, he can always just tell. His hand is already underneath your skirt, on the brink of prodding the waistband of your panties. His lips are on your earlobe, breath fanning all the way down your neck and giving you goosebumps, “we can just go upstairs, you know the boys won’t mind,”

You don’t trust your voice. If you try to speak now, the sound that will come out will be nowhere near appropriate, so you just nod, slow and meek, and keep your eyes flitting to the boys on either side of you.

Your subtleties last not even a minute. The second James’ calloused fingers make contact with your clit, you let out a low, warbling whinge. All three marauder boys look at eachother and snicker. You don’t care about them knowing any more, you just smush your cheek against your boyfriend’s muscled pec.

“Needy, s’she?” Sirius has that toothy grin on, one that all the marauders know to be his ‘thinking dirty thoughts’ smile, “Moony can sort that out, y’know?”

You prove his point only moments later by grinding yourself against James’ fingers. He slips them over your slit, up, down, up, down, and finally allows them to circle around your empty, aching hole. A simply unholy sound leaves your mouth when he slips a finger inside, all the way in until his palm brushes your clit.

“Let them have their fun, pads,” Remus tuts, stretching his gangly arm around you and James to flick him on the shoulder, “you’re havin’ fun with Prongsie, aren’t you pet?”

“Yeah,” it’s barely even understandable, the high pitched preen you let out, but the boys always get you. James leans down, nosing alond your jawline and letting his teeth drag on the topmost part of your neck. He takes out his finger, and replaces it with two of them.

“Gonna show the boys how pretty you sound when you cum, love?” His fingers speed up, tapping against your gummy walls and grinding against your sweet spot. His other hand reaches round and tugs experimentally on the blanket still covering your modesty. He only removes it for the boys to see when you nod frantically against his chest.

“Already? Not even been five minutes, sweetness,” Sirius teases, eyes widening when he sees your pussy contract at his words.

“I think she just likes the attention,” James curls his fingers, using his knees to spread your legs further apart to show you off to his friends, “s’that it, honey? Y’want the boys to watch you get all desperate for my fingers? Want one of them to have a turn next?”

You choke back a sob as you finally cum around James’ fingers, barely even hearing the boys’ gasps of wonder as you gush creamyness around the rim of your puffy hole.

“So,” Remus clears his throat, “my turn?”

[lostinlovingrevery]

old man logan teasing innocent!reader and discovering she can squirt <33

It's The Little Things

Old man Logan X F! Reader

Logan and you discover something new about yourself...

A/N: The way this had me actively blushing....

Warnings: SMUT MDNI! Thanks <3, Mentions of alcohol, fingering, teasing,some begging, a tad orgasm denial, squirting

"Look at what a pretty lil thing you are."

Logan coos, his voice rough, but gentle as he looks you up and down. His fingers tapped along his glass of whiskey that you just poured him.

A flustered smile came across your face, your eyes darting away from him quickly, as you turned away to set the bottle of whiskey onto the table.

"That a new dress?" He asks, bringing the glass to lips, looking at you over the rim. You looked at him over your shoulder, a small shrug and sweet smile.

"Yeah...You like it?" You asked.

"Mm..." He nods, his eyes trailed downwards, noting the hem of the skirt that fits just above your knees, showing a little bit of the skin of your thighs. "It's pretty.

"Thank you." You turn back around to face him, your hands hooking together behind your back. Your thighs pressed together the moment you saw how he was staring at you. Intense.

A flare of his nostrils, and his eyes that were staring into yours, glanced down. He sipped the glass of whiskey that you so sweetly offered him when he came home. You could tell he had a long day, his tense shoulders, tired eyes.

You wanted to help him unwind. You've watched him pour a glass of whiskey, light a cigar, sit and try to let the stress of the day disappear. You're here though, and you wanted to make things easier.

You wanted to make him happy, take care of him the way he has for you.

"Thank you darling." He rasps finally, lifting the glass of whiskey, before tossing the rest of it back. "Tryin' to take care of your old man?"

You bit your lip, and nodded, trying to suppress the shy smile that grew across your face. His eyes crinkled, crows feet becoming visible as he shoots you a pleased grin.

Sweet thing you are, trying to help him relax. He appreciated it, the little things you've been trying to do for him. He knew though, exactly what he needed to unwind.

and that thing was standing right in front of him.

He set the glass on the table, before leisurely standing up with a small groan escaping him as his achy muscles protested. He towered over you, and you became nervous from his stare. You took a step back from him, and he let out a small chortle.

"Nervous?"

"No." You say, a small shake of your head. A lie. He always made you nervous.

"Yeah you are." He refutes. His hand came up, gently cupping your chin between his fingers and thumb. "Don't worry darling, you'll just be taking care of me. Like you want to, right?"

It was a blur after that. The next thing you knew, you were naked, spread open on your shared bed with Logan.

You don't know how you were taking care of him, when you're the one naked, and exposed, clearly about to become a reciever to whatever Logan is planning.

You shut your legs after Logan had made you spread them- embarrassed of being so exposed to the room, even if it was just him, but he tsks, shaking his head, and giving you a small, gentle smack of your thigh.

"Keep em open darling." He says, as he moves to unbutton his dress shirt. "I wanna see your pretty pussy."

Your hands went up, covering your face as your skin burned from the filthiness of his words. You felt a fresh coat of arousal rush over you though- unable to help the excitement you did feel whenever he wanted to play with you.

"C'mon now gorgeous." He encourages, staring down at you. You slowly spread your legs open, the air felt good against your core, creating a chill that ran up your spine, and made your body tremble. "There she is...." He purrs, unbuttoning the last button, pulling off his shirt and leaving him in his pants and wife-beater. Your eyes widened at the sight of his muscular arms, and the way his shirt clung to his torso.

He took a few steps towards you, leaning over with his hand braced onto the mattress by your hip, as he tilted his head- observing your glistening pussy.

"Very pretty." He hums, moving to kneel down in front of the bed, so he was face to face with your bottom half. One arm hooked around your thigh, pulling your closer as he began to stroke your leg with his free hand. He leaned forward, taking a deep inhale of your scent. "Fuck..." He hissed under his breath, feeling lightheaded at the scent of your arousal.

He brought his free hand to your folds, sliding his fingers through them gently, making your thighs twitched. He barely noticed though, his lips parting, eyes narrowing as he became hypnotized by the way your pussy glistened, the way your creamy fluids coated his fingers. He watched your hole clench over nothing every time his fingers swiped over your clit.

Small whimpers escaped you as he messed with you. His calloused hand carefully exploring your folds. Spreading them and observing every detail.

"Work of art..." He mutters under his breath, as his thumb rubs small circles over your clit.

"Lo..." You whined tipping your head to the side, white knuckling the sheets beneath. His eyes glanced up at you, and he smirked.

He leaned forward, gathering spit on his tongue, and letting it dribble down over your clit. You gasped at the sensation of his warm saliva over you- only to whine once he placed two fingers over your clit and began rubbing firm circles.

"Logan..." You moaned once more, arching your back and lifting your hips up. He leaned forward, replacing his fingers with his tongue, swirling over your swollen bud- sending your careening as you felt something grow tight in your lower belly.

He added a finger inside of you, and your hands went to his hair, scratching his scalp and tugging at his salt and pepper hair as you started grinding against him.

Then he pulled his mouth away, sending you crying out.

"Logan!" Your head fell back onto the mattress. The building pleasure that tensed your muscles began to fade. Your hole tightening around Logan's thick finger, begging for stimulation, as he watched you with a cocky expression.

"Patience, doll." He hums. Your hips thrusts forward, as you beg,

"Please!"

"Please what?"

"Please..." You swallowed, "I...I want to..."

"Want to what? Can't read your mind sweetheart."

You took a sharp inhale of breath. His finger inside your felt torturous as your pussy squeezed around him- desperate for more. You gripped his hair tighter as you begged. "I want to...cum."

"Yeah?" His voice held a tone of amusement, a slight raspiness behind it as he watched you squirm on the bed. "Say it again darling."

"Logan"

"Then you must not want it that bad."

You finally let out a choked sob, "Please, I want to cum!"

"Fuck.." You heard him hiss under his breath, and he began pumping his finger in and out of you, pulling out and adding another finger, curling it as he searched for the spot that made you squeal. You tugged at his head, desperate for that high to return once more.

The feeling in your tummy did return- except it felt tighter, overwhelming. Something was off, a building feeling that you weren't familiar with- and you were becoming terrified that you were going to do something extremely embarrassing.

"Lo..." You gasped. "I think- I- Wait...."

"C'mon," He cut you off, "Be a good girl and cum for me doll-"

His words made you snap, as your back arched and you saw nothing but stars in your eyes. Logan became soaked, from his arm to his beard, now covered with your fluids as you sprayed him during your explosive coitus. Waves and waves of pleasure rushed over your body, as your pussy tightened over his fingers, a loud squelching noise heard in the room as he desperately worked your through your orgasm.

Once you began to relax, your chest heaving, and thighs trembling, you looked up- a horrified expression on your face as you see the mess you've made of Logan, your fluids practically dripping from his thick beard.

" I'm...I'm so sorry-" You stammered in fear "I don't know-,,,"

"Sorry?" He chuckled, licking his lips, his fingers carefully leaving your clenching cunt. He licked his arm, from the crook of his elbow to the tips of his fingers, letting out a groan as he shut his eyes. "Best fucking thing I ever tasted sweetheart." He stuck his fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices from them as he looked up at you.

You looked away, flustered, embarrassed, and horrified. "I don't...I don't know what happened." You whisper softly.

"No?" His normally tired eyes were now alert, filled with lust and mischief. "You looked gorgeous like that, giving me that little show... Didn't know you could do that doll. Hiding things from me?" He teased.

"No! I...I didn't know I could..." You bit your bottom lip, your face felt like it was on fire, Logan's stare doing nothing to ease the heat.

"Yeah?" His voice low, rumbling from his chest. Both his arms wrapped around your thighs pulling you closer to the edge of the mattress, his warm breath fanning over your drenched core. "How 'bout we do that again."