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[thatrandombystander]

Oh bubble tea and pair of half stale donuts. You're the only thing between me and me quitting my fucking job right now.

[hederasgarden]

Sweet Surrender

Summary: Jake’s given and taken orders a hundred times throughout his career but nothing compares to the moment he realizes you liked it.  Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!Reader Word Count: 2.1K Rating: 18+ only. Sexual content. Authority and sir kink, praise kink and Hangman being a cocky asshole. A/N: Thank you @wildbornsiren and @whatblogisthis216 for beta'ing and @blue-aconite for the beautiful graphic. In the future I may write part 2 if my muses cooperate. Reblogs and comments feed the muse.

Masterlist ♡ Top Gun Masterlist

Jake doesn’t pay much attention when you’re first introduced with the rest of the eggheads from the Office of Naval Research. Another one of many civilian engineers working on the new plane he’s been assigned to test. You keep things professional and polite although he can tell you find him attractive. It’s written all over your face and demeanor. You’re not the only one, several of the other engineers can’t seem to string together a full sentence around him. 

You’re pretty, he can admit that much to himself, but a sweet face has never been enough on its own to hold his interest. Especially when he’s here to do a job, one he takes very seriously. The chance to be the first to fly the latest prototype jet isn’t an opportunity that comes up often. He volunteered immediately for the assignment when it came up, beating out most of his Top Gun class for the honor.

What he doesn’t bank on is having to sit through mind numbingly boring briefings and listen to the engineers argue anytime the tiniest adjustment is made. Most of his exposure to you is during these meetings but the first time you talk to him one on one is four weeks into the project.

That’s when he notices your particular….quirk. You’re following him out after the morning briefing, yammering away about the new wing design specs. He’s read your report in detail and already familiarized himself with the changes. 

All Jake wants is a moment of silence to mentally prepare himself for today's test but you keep talking. It doesn’t help that he’s got the beginning of a headache forming behind his eyes and you’re oblivious to his attempts to cut the conversation short.  

“I got it. I know how to fly a plane,” he tells you. 

“Lieutenant Seresin,” you start but he cuts you off with a look. 

“I’ve read your briefing packet, top to bottom. It was extremely thorough. If I have questions you’ll be the first person I ask. Scout’s honor,” he adds, giving you a sloppy half salute that seems to confuse you for a moment before you start talking again. 

“I just want to make sure-“ you begin and Jake sighs, annoyed.

“I got it.  Now go sit down,” he tells you curtly. 

You step back back, brows raised. Jake almost misses the way your pupils dilate and your lips part just so. 

"I'm sorry, Sir," you reply. "I..."You stammer and tug at the hem of your shirt before hurrying to take a seat. 

You watch him from behind the computer bank as he climbs into the cockpit and fiddles with the controls. He can feel you watching him as he puts his helmet on. It’s clear to him that you want his approval, even if you don’t realize it.

Fuck, that paired with the ‘sir’ and the delicious little waver in your voice spikes his interest. He waits until you’re practically squirming in your chair before he gives you a nod. Your response is immediate, shoulders dropping and the tense lines on your face easing. 

It’s not just that he makes you nervous, he’s seen that plenty of times before. No, this is different. Special. You liked it when he barked an order at you. 

–

Over the next few weeks, he watches you closely, taking note of your responses to everyone you interact with. It’s clear you crave praise from others, perking up under any compliment you receive and deflating under criticism. However, it’s your response to authority that interests him most. You’ve got a natural inclination to listen to orders but as far as Jake can tell he’s the only one who elicits that type of reaction from you.

Each encounter he has with you is a chance to test the theory he has. He catalogs the difference in your responses; when he’s softer in his requests versus an outright order. Jake sees how quickly you obey a demand to sit next to him at the next briefing, just so he can be close to you. The speed you produce a new report just for him is a powerful thing. He especially loves the way you blossom under his praise when he compliments changes you've made to improve performance.

You’re smart, undeterred when the men in the room try to speak over you. Even though you’re quiet-natured, you’re no pushover either.  He respects your determination and hard work.

The most telling moment is one afternoon when you’re loitering on the edge of the hanger as he finishes up his conversation with the flight chief. It’s clear you need to speak to him. The fact that you won’t interrupt him is just a bonus– something he knows from experience will translate well in the bedroom. 

“Come here,” he commands, crooking a finger at you. He doesn’t even have to raise his voice to have you scurrying to him. You touch your chest and fiddle with the locket you wear, twisting the thin gold chair around your index finger. Jake’s not sure if he’s just gotten better at clocking your reactions or you’re extra affected today but whatever the reason, he’s enjoying the show. 

“What do you need?” He asks. 

“For you to sign the report,” you tell him, opening the folder and pointing to the highlighted portion. 

When he takes the pen from you he makes sure to drag his fingertips over the back of your hand, watching for your reaction behind his aviators. The soft sound that passes your lips doesn't disappoint him. He thinks about what other sounds he could drag out of you. How he could get you desperate enough to beg him to fuck you. The way you’d sigh his name and -

“Sir?” Your soft voice snaps him out of his little daydream. You’re staring up at him expectantly. “I need my pen back, please.”

When he hands it back, you smile. It makes him long to pull you against him and kiss you breathless. To test out the limits of how well you’d listen to him but he knows he has to wait until the project is over. He’s not about to jeopardize either of your careers though as the weeks drag on he certainly finds himself fantasizing about that. 

You’ve caught him staring at during the morning briefings once or twice, his chin resting on steepled fingers. It’s always the same response from you, the double blink and glance away. Sometimes you’ll bite your lips and fiddle with the pencil, tapping it in rapid succession against the table. He can feel your eyes on him too and he has to repress a smirk. These morning briefings are starting to become his favorite part of the day. 

—

Two torturous months pass before the admiral visits and the project gets wrapped up. He has some innocent fun with you during that time, nothing overly mean, just enough to get you flustered and stoke the flame. His favorite form of foreplay.

The team celebrates at the Hard Deck. Alcohol flows freely and spirits are high. It turns out engineers partied harder than pilots. You only have a drink which bodes well for Jake. He needs you sober for this and wants a clear head of his own, nursing a single beer most of the night.

While he waits for an opportunity to get you alone he formulates how he wants to approach this. He doesn’t doubt his assessment. He’s rarely wrong about these things but it’s always possible you’re not completely aware of your quirk. If he embarrassed or frightened you all his waiting would be for nothing. 

After another hour or so he senses his chance. You head outside to take a quick call and Jake follows. He waits at a safe distance to give you some privacy but once you slide the phone back into your jacket he makes his presence known. 

“Lieutenant Seresin,” you greet. You look surprised to see him but pleased too. 

“It’s Jake,” he corrects, stepping toward you. 

When he presses into your space you take a half step back and then another, letting him herd you into a little alcove out of sight. You watch him curiously, maybe even a little confused. You’re not scared to be alone with him —you trust him.  

“What’s up?” You’re trying for casual but failing adorably. 

Jake’s close enough to touch you, but refrains from it. He won’t until he has your permission and understanding. He smirks and tits his head. A direct approach might be quicker but he’s curious if you’ll figure it out on your own.

 “I know your secret, sweetheart,” he whispers. 

That gets you going. You don’t seem to know where to put your hands. Nervous laughter comes next but Jake stays quiet, letting you squirm a little longer. 

“My secret?” You question. 

“It’s compatible with mine,” he hints. 

You frown, forehead wrinkling. He recognizes the expression from countless morning briefings when you were contemplating a problem. It’s cute watching your brain work in real-time to put the pieces together.  A full minute passes before your eyes dart back to his face, surprised.

He nods encouragingly and then very hesitantly you say, “Is that so, sir?”

There’s a heavy emphasis on the last word. 

“Smart girl,” he praises. 

You grin and rock back on your heels. “Well, I did design the aircraft you’ve been flying the last four months,” you shoot back. 

He can see the struggle it is for you not to smile. You’re proud of your work and should be but he can’t have you mouthing off already. 

“Don’t get smart with me,” he warns playfully, loving the way you immediately duck your head. 

“Sorry, sir.” 

You sound appropriately contrite and he smirks. 

“Look at me.” Two fingers under your chin encourage you to meet his gaze. “I want you to be honest,” he begins, watching carefully for any sign you’re not on the same page as him. “Do you want to do this?”

“Do you mean…you mean sex, right?” You ask, looking a little unsure. 

You’re so sweet that Jake slips character briefly to give you the soft smile you deserve. “Sex and more,” he confirms. “I can help you explore this side of yourself.”

“Yeah. I want that,” you tell him shyly. 

“That’s good to hear, but that’s not how you talk to me, and I think you know it.”

“I want you to teach me, sir,” you respond. 

“Better,” he praises.

He slides a hand up your jaw to grasp the back of your neck and angle your face upward so he can crush his lips against yours. He closes the distance between your bodies, pressing you back into the wall with a groan. You make a desperate little sound that goes right to his dick and grasp his biceps tightly. 

You part your lips and fuck, he’s finally tasting you fully like he’s been imagining. He loves how soft and warm you are in his arms and the way his lips slide against yours. All of his pent-up desire is out now. The hand at your hip slides down the curve of your ass to grasp your thigh so he can grind shamelessly against you. You whimper, nails pressing into his skin. He rocks his half-hard cock into the warmest part of you, needing more friction. He wants to hear you make that little sound again too. 

“Oh, please,” you gasp when you finally part. 

You sound wrecked and he thinks you look it too.The skin of your face is warm to the touch and your eyes are a little glassy. Jake's half convinced you might let him have you here and for a moment he actually considers it. He knows how good that kind of messy, quick fuck can be but tonight he wants to see all of you. To spend his time taking you apart until you’re incoherent and at his mercy. He can’t do that here. 

“Easy,” Jake whispers, running a hand down your back. “Look at me,” he instructs, smiling when you do. You’re trembling all over and he rubs his thumb over your swollen lips as he gazes down at you. “Catch your breath.”

Once you’re calm he lets go of you and runs a hand through his hair. You’re watching him, waiting to be told what to do. “Go inside, say goodbye to your friends. Then I want you to meet me out front. Got it?”

You nod and he surges forward to kiss you one more time before stepping back to let you past him. 

Fuck, tonight is going to be good he thought. 

♡

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[alicerosejensen]

Together forever pt.3

Warning: Yandere!leon; kidnapping, forced cohabitation, stalkering, fem/reader, age difference, pet names.

A/N: I wrote this earlier, but I will repeat it again so that there are no complaints: I do not approve of this in real life. What is written here is simply fiction, if you have any psychological trauma associated with this or do not like such content then DO NOT READ!

Part 1

Part 2

He really didn’t want to resort to force, but you simply left him no choice...

Flashback to weeks earlier, when you weren't yet under his protection, Leon was analyzing everything about his sweet angel. Well, ultimately, carrying your once again unconscious body back to bed, of course, the last thing he wanted was for you to get injured, but you never know what stupid thoughts could come to your mind after waking up again, so putting you into bed, he pulled out the handcuffs and chained your hand to the headboard of the bed. Not very comfortable but you can sleep.

Don't get him wrong, he doesn't want to keep you on a leash like a dog at all, but Leon has noticed for a long time that you are in constant danger. Back in that dusty archive, when you reached for another folder, the laces on your worn sneakers were untied. Darling, you don't know how to tie your shoelaces at all! He immediately thought that you could have fallen and broken your neck or any other bone, you could even have died by your own negligence! It's good that Agent Kennedy was around, right?

Looking at how you sleep and your eyelids twitch in your sleep, Leon threw the blanket back over you. He knows that your sleep is restless, in fact, he almost knows about nightmares, but you didn't need to be afraid anymore. Nevertheless, Leon was well aware that a sudden change of situation and getting used to the new rules that he created to protect you would be stressful for some time. However, it was still better than wandering through dark unsafe alleys alone on the way home, drinking drinks in cheap bars with your friends who didn't even bother to call you a taxi. Leon doesn't know who to thank for the fact that you're still alive and haven't been raped by some asshole who would break your whole life. Despite the fact that the DSO pays its people well, this rather applies to agents and various informants who risk their lives, but small archivists like you do not interest them at all. Therefore, his angel could not afford a nice apartment in a decent neighborhood without bastards and drug dealers who would gladly get you hooked on some trash. The door of your apartment was indecently easy to open Leon would have done it without a lock pick without any problems, but he didn't want to scare you, however…

It is now his house completely at your disposal. The refrigerator is filled with high-quality products and not cheap instant noodles whose packages were lying in your trash. Money was really tight, wasn't it? A mug with a touch of tea or coffee that for some reason you didn't want to wash well, an unmade bed with your smell that he liked to inhale so much. The moment he plopped down on your bed, the desire to hold you in his arms just took root in him.

He wanted your scent to sink deep into him, to penetrate into every cell of his body. He just needed to possess you. That's why Leon couldn't wait, especially since you never let him become anything closer than just a colleague with whom you chatted during lunch. At some point, knowing where you live, he even came up with the idea that you were really offended, but there was nothing about it from your correspondence or medical records. Like you just liked being alone.

He was watching you to keep you safe. He walked you home ready to become a savior at any moment, it's not the first time he's saved a lady in trouble, despite the fact that you weren't actually that lady. Not according to Leon. Sometimes he came to your apartment and leafed through your books that he didn't like, but he didn't judge. He was taught to be quiet and inconspicuous, so it was extremely difficult to understand about someone else's presence. The only thing that really started to bother you is that things sometimes rearrange themselves and the old traces of coffee on your favorite mug magically disappeared. Robberies were not uncommon in this troubled area, but the only valuable things in your apartment were a laptop and a game console. Actually, it was important for Leon to know about all your preferences!

Now it was all in the past. You're safe here with him, away from all the shit that can hurt you. And in fact, you no longer need to worry about bills and how to live until the next paycheck. Leon doesn't consider himself a psycho when he lies down next to you, inhaling the scent of your body, pulling you to him, kissing your temple. After all, if you want, he will become the hero of those stupid books for you.

"I will definitely take care of you," he whispers, making you shudder in your sleep after hearing this insinuating voice that leaves no chance of salvation.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Your resistance is really annoying. You are still sitting handcuffed to the bed and there are already bloody marks on your wrist from the skin erased into blood after a steady twitching of your hand.

"I just need to dress you up," Leon says in a calm voice, while his patience still allows him to hold in his hands cute clothes for his angel.

Skirt, tights, and a warm sweater. Of course it's warm at home, but he wants to be sure that you have everything you need. That's just you kicking, yelling at him and crying incessantly ignoring the pain in your wrist.

"Baby, don't make me use force. Enough of this moaning!"

"Let me go!" you shout on the verge of pulling the hated handcuffs even without looking at him. Over the past two days, hysteria has been covering you with your head constantly not allowing you to think clearly.

Leon sighs. In any case, he doesn't want to stuff you with drugs anymore, and then what he was trained as an agent comes into play. He needs to break the will of the enemy or rather his beloved. He didn't want to take emergency measures, but you just forced him. He comes up to you squatting down and takes your face by the chin, forcing you to look into his cold eyes. The prepared clothes fly to a chair that is too far from the bed to reach it, but it doesn't matter anymore.

"To be honest, I didn't think that you would calmly react to the move," you were outraged when you heard his words

"Moving in with you?!" you cry out. Tears are spurting from eyes. "Since when is kidnapping suddenly called moving?! I'm not a stray animal for you to just pick me up and stab me in the neck with various rubbish!"

"I could have been slower, but you just left me no choice. Seriously, I could no longer watch you live in that anthill and spend 10 hours in a dusty room earning yourself asthma. Although considering your problems with shoelaces, I would bet that you would have killed yourself earlier by falling off a stepladder or would have been crushed by one of those huge boxes with folders."

“what?.." a guess flashes through your head.

Of course, he could probably somehow get a dossier on you and find out the address of your residence, but… rearranged things, a mug… Did he break into your apartment? You've heard that Leon was one of the best. Patrick even once mentioned that the president himself constantly praised Leon and his services to the country could not be called insignificant. There are many successfully completed missions behind him, but you have never really cared about it. At least until you yourself become one of these successful missions.

"Your poor stomach won't thank you for stuffing it with these disgusting noodles and chocolate. You need to eat right, honey," his words make you angry "You need a proper daily routine, good sleep, fresh air and balanced nutrition. I can provide you with all this, but you only need to be my good girl."

Leon's hands grab you by the face and his forehead presses against yours when he closes his eyes, stroking your cheeks wet with tears with his thumb, then briefly and gently kissing your lips, which is why you try to turn away from him.

"Heal your head!" another shout and insult. "As an agent, you're probably supposed to have some fancy psychiatrist or psychologist!"

"It's true," he easily agrees, biting his lip and getting back on his feet. It still didn't work out in a good way to solve the issue "One way or another, you will obey me. I just wanted us to come to this without unnecessary conflict and tantrums, but if you like it more, then fine. Sit alone for a couple of days without food and water. And I'll come back later and you'll tell me about your decision."

"Wait!" You called out to him almost at the door when he had already turned the handle. Leon turned in anticipation of your words and probably there was still a glimmer of hope in him that you would accept his love right now without radical decisions. "You can't keep me here! My family and at work will be looking for me. No one will believe that I just disappeared!"

Leon only grinned briefly.

"Oh, sweetheart. People disappear every day and believe me, many don't care about them, and as for your family, they could take better care of you, but if they didn't, then this care falls on my shoulders"

The hope that it was just a way of intimidation for further submission glowed deep in your chest. No matter how much the soul did not want it, the brain still suggested that Leon was never the one for whom he could be mistaken. The sound of his footsteps quickly subsided and occasionally you could catch some rustling and knocking on the ground floor. Didn't want to know what Kennedy was doing there, but fear kept throwing up ideas about some sadistic torture room and the fact that he wanted you to forcibly become his girlfriend made you suspect of possible sexual abuse after which it would be impossible to become the same.

And yet the wounded deer jumps higher, fights more desperately. You tried to somehow take off your handcuffs, and to be honest with yourself, your hand was really hurting mercilessly that you wanted to howl. It will be quite difficult without an analgesic. The search for some kind of paper clip, an accidentally lying nail under the bed or something with which you could unlock the lock was not successful. However, you didn't have the hacking skill either, and the handcuffs definitely weren't from some sex shop. Steel bites into the skin until it bleeds, and it would be worth listening to Leon though in this: no need to make sudden movements. Moreover, there are already enough bloodstains on the bed linen, but you were so absorbed in despair that the brain simply ignored part of the pain, but very soon it will be very hard.

Add to that the fact that Leon decided to starve you.

At first, everything was even tolerable. The stomach began to cramp from hunger only in the evening add to this the fact that you are being kept locked up handcuffed to the bed makes your body exhausted. You cried for several hours, but Leon's mercy did not descend to you. It really wasn't a prank and he kidnapped you for his own purposes, which you didn't want to know anything about.

"Leon?.." is quieter than you wanted, you called him again.

It all seemed like a nightmare. Time dragged on so slowly that it was unbearable and scary from the unknown. You were hoping that Leon had made a mistake somewhere and the police would find you very soon, the main thing at this moment is to stay alive and not dead because you definitely won't be able to win by force against a government agent who has undergone professional training and completed many successful missions. When your nerves calmed down a little, you started thinking about how to deceive him. It may not be possible to escape, but send an SMS or make a call to the rescue service. You've heard these stories when a girl called under some pretext and was rescued, but will Leon trust you with the phone?

Later you heard footsteps. Probably Leon was listening to the sounds that you could make, but you were silent, looking at the door with the eyes of a frightened doe. However, nothing happened.

He's probably gone.

The throat was dry. You tightly squeezed your eyes shut trying to calm your breathing and come up with a plan of action. If hunger helped at first, then as time went on, the thought of food and water constantly stirred your thoughts.

there was one maddening silence around. Your wrist began to itch and throb painfully, the blood clotted, but at the slightest movement it began to bleed. It got dark outside again and it started to get cold. You carefully crawled under the blanket, covering your frozen feet with it, trying not to think about the desired water, especially since you had of blood loss. How long can you live without water? 3 days? 4 maybe 5 days?

"Please?" you whispered softly, starting to cry again and giving in to panic. "Leon?"

You needed painkillers. It was a bad idea to actively pull with your hand, but people often do what is not necessary when they panic and you had enough reasons to worry, but in the end there was no point in protesting. Not when you are on someone else's territory under the power of a physically strong person. And yet, most of you wanted to scream and scream, beat him and fight, and not invent plans to escape and naively rely on his mercy, which probably does not exist.

"Leon!" you called again louder in a plaintive voice, licking your dry lips. "Please… at least give me some water."

Drugs and stress perfectly lead to dehydration. Especially the first one considering that you were sick earlier. But Leon was still deaf to the pleas, it was generally quiet downstairs. Maybe he was already asleep?

By nightfall, the condition only worsened. You wrist was swollen and even the slightest movement caused hellish pain, throat was dry and your stomach hurt wildly that it began to seem that he began to digest himself. Maybe agents can safely endure such trials with dignity, but again, you have never been interested in this. You didn't even have the strength to cry.

Actually, it didn't take him two days because his heart was just bursting with pity for you.

Leon looked at you with such a puppy-dog look when you were sitting on the bed with your head bowed and trembling. Well, one day would be enough for his princess, and he sincerely hoped that this punishment would be more than enough.

Click.

You shuddered from another flash of pain and when you opened your eyes, you shuddered with fright when you came face to face with him again.

However, the handcuffs were removed.

"poor girl, I really didn't want anything," he threw the handcuffs on the bedside table, "But sometimes we have to do things that we don't like, right? if you hadn't screamed, things wouldn't be so bad right now and your arm wouldn't be swollen."

He stretched out his arms to lift you up, but noticed another resistance when your tired body moved away from him, which made Leon look at you with a threatening look again.

"Do you want to sit like this for another day?"

You nodded your head negatively and out of fear allowed him to lift you up to lower you to the first floor.

"Give me some water, please…" by God, this was the only thought in head

"Be patient angel" Leon's lips touched your temple when he put you on the sofa.

The glass of water handed to you turned out to be so desirable that it seemed you were a traveler lost in the desert who found an oasis. And yet Leon didn't limit you to one glass, allowing you to drink as much as you need, BUT in small sips. Given the thirst, you ignored his words and eventually choked, starting to cough while covering your face with your hand. Of course he didn't like it.

"Sure it's my fault, but you have to listen to me!" An irritated male voice made you shrink and look at him with those cute eyes that Leon loves and hates so much because you are afraid of him.

He put the first aid kit next to the table and took your wrist carefully, first examining the deep abrasion. You screamed loudly when Leon treated her with a disinfectant solution and then wrapped her in a bandage. having previously smeared some ointment, but it did not hurt less from this. And then he kissed you on the forehead like a brave child for whom it was a feat to endure such a thing.

"What do you want from me anyway?" you asked, afraid of the answer anyway, because your presence here did not bode well. "I didn't do anything wrong to you"

"I didn't say you did anything to me. I just want to take care and keep the one I love safe. In this case, it's you."

"Me?"

"Exactly," he smiled, sitting closer, "I wanted everything to be like everyone else, but you didn't give me a chance. Good for Patrick, too. And yet, to see how you walk everywhere where there is a potential danger… I just couldn't, Princess. I just couldn't take it anymore. But now I promise that I will take care of you and I know you better than you know yourself! Just leave all the tantrums of the fight. No more bumps or bites. I'm serious!"

Yes, there was a good mark of your teeth on his hand.

Although you didn't smile and were actually horrified by the human diversity, one thing was clear for sure even through fear - he wasn't going to kill you or…rape. The latter is not accurate, but the soul hoped for it.

"Just let's do it in order." You reluctantly nodded knowing that you have no choice "First we will put you in order, I will make you a bath and you wash, then you will eat and we will have a good rest and in the morning I will tell you about the rules with a fresh head. I will give you everything you want: books, clothes, cosmetics, whatever you want, but in return, no resistance, okay?!" Leon's hand stroked your tangled hair and at the same time pulled you closer to him against your will, but even despite a little resistance, he pressed you to his chest. "I won't be in a hurry. We will go slowly, there is no need to be afraid for me, the main thing is your safety, and there will be time for the rest"

And hear the joyful beating of his heart, you hoped only that you would have enough time to find help or escape, but for now… you may have to be not an obedient but a cunning girl, otherwise the consequences can be fatal.

For now, you need to wait for the moment and find its weaknesses.

[justanerdy-gal]

“Our Sinful Desires” (Astarion x Tav)

-> pairing: Astarion x Tav -> content: sexual tension/seduction, sfw (stops just before it gets nsfw) -> summary: Tav asks for a lesson in the rapier through a game of fencing. Astarion uses this opportunity to finally bridge the gap between him and Tav that he’d been building up to for weeks. Timed a few weeks after Tav first lets him bite her.

-> notes: wrote this from a prompt from @thefreak0fhawkinshigh about a romantically charged fencing session between Astarion and Tav hehe. I love reading sexual tension but I’ve never WRITTEN it before, I probably agonized too much about this one shot and I still don’t know if I like it but I hope you enjoy 🥹 The vision is that Astarion isn’t totally manipulating her here, he is actually interested her as well (which I HC Astarion was always a little interested even when manipulating her into a “tactical alliance” in the game, if you have high approval with him). But Tav is stubborn, and tries to fight a losing battle 😁

—————

Why was he doing this? he wondered.

Except he knows exactly why. The menace of a woman in front of him had seen him messing around with his rapier in camp, and had begged him to teach her a few concepts through a game of “fencing”.

He vaguely remembers the dull sport from his days as a magistrate in Baldur’s Gate, but he was rare to partake in it himself. His talents were more suited as a means to an end, rather than an enjoyment in and of itself.

However, Astarion found it exhaustingly hard to say no to Tav’s puppy eyes whenever she asked him for a favour.

No matter. He’d use this opportunity to his advantage.

In fact, this is the opportunity he’d been waiting weeks for. An opportunity he’d been building up to for weeks now, ever since Tav had allowed him to sup from her blood.

“So darling, ready to begin?”

“Born ready,” Tav said, as she adjusted the mesh armor she was wearing. He insisted on the two wearing chain mesh armor, and he had procured wood-fashioned rapiers for the two of them - they had surprisingly the same hand-feel as the real thing, but would help prevent any … accidental dangers.

He smirked. “I’d be careful, darling. I may make it look easy, but there’s a lot more… finesse to this sword than you might think.”

Tav pouted. “Think I can’t handle it?”

“Not at all,” he purred. Tav eyes widened for a second, but quickly composed herself, which earned a smirk from Astarion. “I just wouldn’t want you to hurt that pretty little head of yours.”

Tav’s pout began to turn into a frown. “Let’s just get to it, then,” Tav grumbled, and Astarion chuckled. She was right where he wanted her.

“Tsk tsk. First, you must bow,” Astarion wagged his finger at Tav.

“… You’re kidding me?” Tav questioned, as she got visibly more frustrated.

“It’s a part of the art, my dear” he stated, as if it was obvious. “I didn’t make the rules,” he shrugged.

Actually, the rule was to salute, but she didn’t need to know that.

Tav grumbled to herself, something about why she thought this was even a good idea, he thinks he heard. Astarion chuckled to himself. They both bow to each other, at the hip, holding the position for a moment.

As they bow, Astarion looked down towards her, as her head was tilted downwards. He thought about how he rather liked her in that position.

Tav happened to glance upward, and saw Astarion looking down at her through her lashes. She blushed as she saw Astarion’s stare on her, earning a smirk from him.

She stood up with an irritable look on her face, and Astarion chuckled yet again.

“Alright darling, show me what you got,” he said, facing his rapier upward.

Tav had a general understanding of how fencing worked - she had been the one to suggest it, after all. The trick was using the finesse of the weapon to hit the opponent, without giving them on opportunity to feint out of the way. A feat in Dexterity, one that Astarion did not lack.

Astarion settled in a stance, one that Tav tried to mimic. Astarion smiled at that. He knew he had the upper hand here, but Tav was doing her best to make a show of her own dexterity.

Tav attempted to make her first jab at Astarion, but he easily feinted out of the way. Astarion took his chance while she was off her balance to strike, his sword grazing her mesh armor lightly, as to not actually hit her.

“I guess that’s a point for me, love,” Astarion said with a smug look on his face.

“Lucky strike,” she muttered, as she settled herself back in her stance.

Astarion laughed. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, darling,” he said as he settled into his stance again, opting to wait for Tav to strike again. He knew she would, not being the patient type.

And strike again she did. A frustrated huff escaped her as she missed once again, by quite a margin. Astarion barely had to parry away to avoid her blade.

“I see why you wanted the lesson, darling,” Astarion taunted. “You’re going to need to do much better than that …” he said, as he took a step closer into her range.

Tav hesitated as he did, becoming acutely aware of how much closer they were getting without her awareness. Her gaze narrowed, but there was a tenseness as she seemed to get lost in his gaze. In her moment of hesitation, Astarion grinned, taking his chance.

Astarion lunged, the blade of his sword grazing hers, a clash echoing in the air. As their swords met, he used the momentum to pull himself in to her until they were standing right in front of each other. Not anticipating this, Tav did not have the chance to pull away, and she found herself staring up into his crimson eyes, a look akin to a deer in headlights.

“My, my, darling, I had expected a little more skill from you than this,” Astarion purred, as he watched Tav’s eyes adjust to the closeness of Astarion’s body to hers, only to attempt to face away.

“How am I supposed to when you’re not playing fair?” Tav grumbled, averting her eyes downward, refusing to look him in the face.

Astarion chuckled darkly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, as if matter-of-factly. “I am just playing the sport.” He quirked his head, as if examining her, a knowing smile on his face. “Perhaps you can tell me where your mind is wandering to then …. if we’re throwing accusations around.”

He slightly adjusted his stance, just enough so that his lower body pulled closer to Tav, and his hand lightly rests on Tav’s waist. He heard a light intake of breath that Tav obviously tries to hide. Astarion watched as Tav eyes shifted, her mind at war with her logical side, vs. the side that felt an incessant need to melt into Astarion’s stare. To add to the agony, he caressed her hip with his thumb, small circles meant to soothe and lower her guard.

Tav’s eyebrows furrowed.

“And why would you think my mind is elsewhere?” Tav said, attempting to maintain composure, but there is a slight rasp to her voice as she spat out the words.

“Mm,” Astarion hummed, in a low whisper, leaning ever closer towards her, until his breath fanned her face. “Well, I’m a pretty good reader of body language. I can see when a person’s eyes dilate, when they lose focus. I can feel the quickening of their heartbeat, when they hold their breath, the little tremors when they’re held close. And darling…you have all the tells.”

Tav did not move, trying not think about how close they were, considering her response. “And let’s say your judgement is actually right…. what would you say about it?”

Astarion pretended to consider, raising the hand that was on her hip, to brush against her cheek, earning a jolt from Tav. “I would say that…. perhaps it’s time to let your guard down, for once.”

Tav was surprised. That was not what she was expecting to come from his lips. “What?” she said, slightly affronted.

“I’ve watched you, you know,” Astarion said. “ You help people as if it does not mean a thing in the world, but you remain closed off - to your own needs, your own wants… your own desires.”

Tav scoffed. “What importance do my desires have with everything that’s going on?”

“On the contrary, darling, I happen to think one’s desires are very important. It’s not a sin to give in to your desires sometimes… no matter how sinful those desires may be,” Astarion smiled smugly. “How is one to remain sane amongst the chaos?”

“Hah,” Tav muttered, trying to remain indignant but with not much bite left to her words. “I’m sure your desires are always sinful…”

Astarion lips twitched upward at that remark. He held the silence between them for a moment longer, considering, the tension like a taut string.

Astarion finally smiles. “But, perhaps I am wrong after all. Tell me, then…” he tilted his head as he inched towards her lips. “Would you stop me … if I did this?” he whispered against her, before he finally closed the distance.

As their lips met, Astarion entwined his hand in her own, releasing both their grips on their swords. They clattered onto the floor, but neither of them paid attention to the sound - both entranced by feeling of their lips against each others’.

Tav was the first to pull away, eyes wide at the realization of what just happened, and that she had let it happen. Astarion’s eyes, on the other hand, were hooded, and had darkened in a way that had a shiver running through Tav. He doesn’t let go of her hand.

“Well, my dear, tell me … have I read you right?”

As Astarion looked into her eyes, he knew he had her.

“Fuck you,” Tav answered. But she held fast onto his hand.

Astarion grinned. Jackpot. “Oh my darling, I’d love to.”

——————

Should I make a part 2???

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Lukanette Big Bang FAQ!

Q: What’s a big bang event?

A big bang event is one designed for fandom, where during the course of the event, writers write a fic and are accompanied by an artist that draws art for the fic. This is a collaborative effort, designed to help bring users together to make something fun!

Q: What’s the Lukanette Big Bang event?

This event is just like the Miraculous Big Bang, which is held every year, where the goal is to write 10,000 words in the span of six months. However, the focus will be entirely on Lukanette! This means that Lukanette will be the end goal of the event, not any other ship for either of them. So long as the endgame is Luka Couffaine / Marinette Dupain-Cheng or a gen Luka Couffaine & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, other pairings are allowed in. The set amount of words required for the fic written will be decided in the Interest Check.

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[kyrawritesstuff]

Unbending Fates (The Fates)

Contents: Royalty reader, God (Or Gods), enemies to lovers, minimal powers, possessive, 6k words

"So that's just it? I simply have to call out your name 3 times? Is it 3 times in a row or just 3 times? Like Parcae, Parcae, Parcae?" A question left your mouth as you stared into the paper, reading every single line written.

You let out a low sigh when your supposed Patron did not utter a word. You just started to rub your temple, remembering how you managed to be stuck in this situation. How you managed to attract such Divine Greatness in your chambers, without anyone from your family knowing.

"Are you really ignoring me?" Your voice broke slightly as you questioned the Patron but much to your shock, he does not respond towards your question. "Argh- Forget it. Do whatever you want. I don't care about all these fates things. Just tell me what you need. And if you're really staying here, use proper disguise. I can't let my family know I have a boy in my chambers."

A sudden knock interrupts the silence and with it, a familiar voice spoke from the opposite side of the door. "Your Highness, The Majesty King and Queen are ready for the banquet and have asked me to fetch you. Is Your Highness ready?"

"Yes- Yes I'm ready, Gerald," with quick motion, you swing open the door of your chambers, allowing your loyal butler to have the first look on you for the banquet. He gave you an approving look and took you to the ballroom where your parents and brother should wait. But as usual, you were the first to arrive there.

_ ★★★ _

"Does the banquet suit your interest, Your Highness?" The voice rang inside your head, making your eyes roll from the tone. Why are you stuck with him as your Patron again? You didn't know the answer to that but you had to push through. It's the will of the Gods after all and you have no power to go against it.

Now it's your turn to keep your silence. He however didn't take your disobedience very well like you took his before. Even though it had been months since your patronage towards him but neither of you ever got along.

His way of rearranging your life is different. Instead of leading you towards the right choices, he kept pushing you to do what he wanted, never specifying the reason for his actions and order. You as his underling will have to follow his commands in order not to invoke his wrath.

But today, you had enough. You forgot all those declarations and vows you made to him. Never once have you ever realized that you were never harmed when following his orders. But neither of that matters.

You suddenly smack your hairbrush, making a thud sound as it hits the solid vanity table. Your Patron turned his head towards you with this unamused expression plastered on his face. "I'm done. I don't need you anymore," your tone is loud and clear. Your usual snark or playful banter is no more.

"I think you must have misspoken. You said that you're done?" His voice is laced with mockery. "Try saying it again. But start with, a I'm Sorry, can you?"

"No. I am done with you"

"What's that mortal? That doesn't sound like a Sorry. Try again," You can feel his patience thinning but you know this is your only chance.

"NO!! I'm not your thing that you can talk down to!! I have my own life that I want to live in!!"

"Insolent mortal. I have your life written down for you to follow. It's the one simple thing that you need to obey," with a snap of a finger, a scroll suddenly materializes out of thin air. The top of the scroll had some writings, something you were familiar with. Your past memories, everything that you had been through until this very moment. However, the other end of the scroll was empty with some markings that something had been erased.

With a swift motion, you snatched the scroll off your Patron's hands, much to his anger. "I don't need you to be here!! I can write about my own future!!" Fueled with rage, you grabbed a piece of pen and wrote on the sacred scroll. Break the bonds with Parcae was written with a deep red ink.

"Is that really it, mortal? You disrespect me and my work. You write on the Sacred Scroll with your mortal creations. Are you satisfied, Your Highness? Tell me, are you satisfied?"

His questions dug deep into your mind, you could sense the tension and disdain he had on you.

"You know what, I'm a merciful Patron. I'll allow you to write your own future. And look at that, the first thing you wrote, Breaking the patronage with me. Is that really? I wish you the worst with your future, Your Highness " And with that, you were left alone with the tainted scroll still in your grasp.

_ ★★★ _

Ever since he left, your life has been in disarray. All the choices that you made were not the best or at least, completely trash. You kept picking the wrong time to teleport into the area. Once, you had accidentally barged into your own surprise banquet during the preparation, breaking the veil of shock and leaving your citizens groaning.

But one day would be the end. Just one day would lead to your doom. Your precious brother had been wed to a neighbouring kingdom for the purpose of power. All this time, your Patron had whispered into your ears that the marriage should not be but since you no longer had him, you did not stop the marriage of your brother.

A war broke out, the reason for it was never specified. Does your brother secretly have other consorts? The princess of the neighboring kingdom ended your brother's life? The citizens of the kingdom riot over the marriage? You could never know the reason.

"Your Highness!! This way!!" Your dress was all ruined, as you forced yourself to find safety in the ruins. With the help of your servants, you managed to make a way out of the palace. Freedom was so close, up until you were greeted with the angry mob of the opposing kingdom.

A look of fear wash over you as you hold onto the scroll. The scroll that your Patron had left you. "Parcae…."

You can see the troops had their arrows pointed at you, "Parcae….."

They released the arrows, the fast moving weapon cut through the air, moving their way towards you. "Parcae……"

Your body falls onto the ground, unmoving.

_ ★★★_

"……… ill….."

"…… erve….. ill….."

"Hum…… deserve…… free ….ill….."

"Humans…. do….. deserve….. will"

"Humans do not deserve free will"

Your eyes snapped open, looking around at your surroundings. It was not the place where you were shot down. This place, it's more beautiful. Far more beautiful than what you had seen in your life.

"W-What?- Huh? Where- Is this- Who-" Your hands touches where you expected to be dug with an arrow were cleaned, as if it was untouched.

"Already woke up, princess? Did you have your fun? Did you ruin your life enough to see?" The familiar voices rang into the area. Your Patrons stood before you. Wait, Patrons? Yes, instead of the expected one Patron, 3 identical Patrons stood before you.

"Huh- You- You came back- I-"

"I still haven't heard a Sorry coming from your mouth"

"I- What-"

The Partons sighed, looking at you with the familiar disdain. "Humans do not deserve free will," the scroll that he left with you before was being floated up, away from your reach. "Look at what happened when you deviated from my plans. See now? See why you need me?"

With a split second, the scroll burst into flames, burning away each writings that were ever sketched onto it. You just stared, unmoving.

"Now, I will not allow any more will from you. You will only lead to your demise. No more. You hear? No more. Your fate is in my hands now. This fate is inevitable."

The other 2 identical Patrons move towards you, holding you down. "Who- Who are you- Why are there 3 of you now-" Your voice was mixed with fear as your eyes darted on each Patron.

The main Patron, the one who burned your scroll to crisp held his hand on his chin, as if he was in deep thought.

"I go with many names, Princess. I'm Clotho, the Spinner,"

"Also Lachesis, the Apportioner,"

Your final Patron gripped on your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, "And I am Atropos, the Unbending."

[digitalmoney4you]

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[fueledbysano]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌! sano siblings

title is self-explanatory. y'all read smut together and what their reaction will be.

♱ ft. shinichiro, izana, mikey, emma

♱ c/w. MATURE. all characters are aged up 18+. f! reader, shinichiro; cnc, cunnilingus // izana; mutual masturbation, humping // mikey; unprotected sex, creampie // emma; scissoring, noncon filming

♱ a/n. am I planning to do this for other characters as well? YUP. my requests are close but I'll make an exception for this one— hmu and lmk who you wanna see next. right now, I'm thinking Kazu, Draken, Chifuyu, and Baji. other fandoms are welcome too! I have a jjk version in my drafts as well <3

𓆩♡𓆪 SHINICHIRO

It was difficult to keep a straight face while reading the obscene content your favorite author had just posted. Normally, you wouldn't have to conceal your reactions as you grew on being used to reading the material even though when you're not in private. But this particular chapter was spicier and filthier than the previous ones. You were already struggling to squint your eyes and read through the dark screen which brightness you've decreased earlier, cautious about your boyfriend seeing a glance of what you have been reading.

It wasn't like he'd be offended if he finds out you're reading sexual material instead of going to him, but you genuinely didn't know how he will react about it. “Babe, may I borrow your phone? Mine's dead and I need to call grandpa. Let them know I'm having dinner with you.” Your biggest fear at the moment seemed to have manifested when Shinichiro asks you. You yelp, immediately closing the app then turning the brightness back up before lending your phone to him.

You threw him multiple side glances as you waited for the call to end, in order to take your phone back. “Alright, tell them I said goodnight.” He bids the old man good bye before tapping on the red button. But for some unfortunate reason, he accidentally taps on the app after pressing "home", seeing a preview of what you have been busy reading for the past hour.

“Oh, I'm not— I wasn't supposed to see that, I'm sorry.” He rambled, handing the phone back to you. “See wha–” when you look back down at the screen, it was currently displaying the dirty scene you have been reading. “Oh, I'm... sorry—”

“No, no, if you like reading those kind of stuff, then it's fine, I—” He rambled on once more. Your eyes widen, Shinichiro was probably assuming you were exclusively reading the sexual content. “Oh, no! This is some sort of Romantic novel, wanna see?” You explained, immediately heading to the series' synopsis page. “No, it's fine, I believe — wow.” You showed him the story's plot, and he may have seem interested in it.

So instead of sticking to your original plan of going out to dinner, you stayed at your place, letting him catch up with the story's previous chapters while you also ordered food in. Until he'd finally caught up, and you were now reading together the part you have left off.

“These are so well-written, [Y/N].” He approves, genuinely devoted to the story. These may only be just graphic descriptions of a mature scene, but hell it was way better than the ones he'd watch or look at when he was younger. Cuddled up under the sheets, you chuckle, taking one of his hands to press a kiss over his knuckles. "What do you think, maybe we can... try this?" You suggest, pertaining at the current scene where the man was pleasuring his half-asleep lady.

“Well, if it's okay for you, and you want to, then let's do it.” He smiles, pressing a kiss on your cheek before putting your phone away with a yawn. “Thanks for introducing me to this, good night, love.”

He may have been nauseatingly sweet that night, but the next morning, as soon as his eyes wake, he thought of your suggestion last night, his dick bricking up in an instant from the thought as he admired your sleeping frame. So he didn't waste time in crawling under the sheets, ridding you of the panties under your nightgown.

He was met with the sight if your glossy pussy lips matching his aroused cock. With a smile and warm blush, he peppers soft kisses over your hips and lower belly, thumb tracing soft circles on your thighs to gently wake you.

“Mhmm” When he reached down, his lips immediately latched to your folds, now making out with your wet lips. You started to shuffle in your sleep, feeling particularly aroused when your lids wake. When you look down, Shinichiro had been lapping up your wet folds, lewd slurping sounds and his tongue easily slid through. You were only just dreaming of this.

“Hngg— gah— good morning, babe.” You manage to speak out, cradling his pretty face in your palms. He smiles, eyes curling in crescent lines as response before proceeding to suck on your clit then thrust his tongue inside your warm hole.

and that was just one of the many things you wanted to try with him that had finally been checked off, thanks to internet smut.

𓆩♡𓆪 IZANA

For today, you and Izana decided to stay home due to the long day you just had and neither of you were really in the mood to go out. So here you are on the comfort of your bed, Izana had his back rested on the headboard; hands busy fiddling with the game controller while your legs laid comfortably on his lap.

It seems as if the two of you were on your own worlds with you busy reading an explicit story on your phone. You can't help but smile from reading the graphics depictions of amorous exchange between the characters, switching from interacting with the post then leaving comments about the work. Now, from Izana's point of view, it seems that you were happily texting with someone. Way too happy.

So when he took the controller down after a round, he wanted to check on his girl, only to see her smiling foolishly on her phone like a teenager in love. “Who're you talking to?” He questions. You mentally cursed, now aware that he was finished with his game. “Who?” He asks once more when you only remained silent in response.

“It's no one, Izana. I'm just reading a really good story, that's all.” You truthfully answered, not wanting him to assume that you were talking to someone else. So you showed him the screen you were on. Of course, Izana knows that he's the only guy who can have you smiling like that. But what were you reading that was so good?

“Good read?” He asks, switching his game off before applying gentle squeezes on your leg as a massage. “Yeah, it's a romance story.” You simply answered, not wanting to bore him with it's details. But Izana was particularly feeling generous at the moment, wanting to spoil his pretty girlfriend who was busy reading someone else's fictional romantic life on her phone.

“May I see?” With his strong arms, you were lifted off your current position to lay you on his chest, with your phone now on Izana's right hand. He read one line out, naughty words slipping easily through his tongue. “Oh,” He chuckled softly, looking down at you. “Are you reading porn?” He asks. “Well if you put it like that—”

He only huffed in response, relaxing his hand over his abdomen as he joined reading with you. “Oh fuck,” He doesn't seem like a guy who would get into written sexual material, and he didn't expect him to be so intrigued by it either; but the tall tent he just pitched proved him wrong. Izana's hand never stopped roaming your ass ever since you settled into your current position either, his digits only trailing further into your intimate area.

So you took the matter with your own hands, granting his neediness by slipping a hand under his boxers then taking his hard-on in a fist. “Hmmph” He hummed in pleasure, eyes still fixed on the descriptions of the steamy exchange on your phone. It's as if he was living the character's place with your hand wrapped around his long cock, treating it with slow, sensual strokes.

“Ah—” You didn't realize you were rubbing yourself against his thigh when your clit started to feel sensitive, slick damp against your panties and Izana's tan skin the faster your movements grew. Izana had finally finished reading the scene, shoving your phone under the pillow before tugging hard on your hair— “Fucking yourself into me like a bitch in heat? Dirty girl...” He taunts before having you trapped under his touch, your wrist still steadily stoking his length when he shoves two fingers into your pussy.

“AH— hmmm—” Your yelp of surprise was muffled by his lips locking with yours, drowning any sound that dared slip out of you. His fingers kept curling and pumping, banging against your g-spot before feeling his heaving chest press against yours.

You pressed your thumb over his leaking slit the same time his digits pushed your clit, causing you to pull away from the wet kiss in order to let each other know how amazing that felt.

Now, you didn't regret staying inside with him, but you sure did regret keeping smut a secret from him for quite a while now...

𓆩♡𓆪 MIKEY

He was well-aware of such content existing in the internet, having heard Emma talking to her friends about "fanfiction" about fictional characters from her favorite show; as well as some of his own friends talking about obscene genres of manga— which he have seen for himself, but didn't bother dedicating time to it like they did. So, he figured that there's some sort of steamy narrative content existing out there.

He also knew about your liking on reading. Whether on physical book copies or digital ones, he noted about your interest in the art of writing. Sometimes, he'd even lay on your lap as you read through yet another book. But he had no clue of what type or genres of books you were into. So when he sees you seated on the couch, this time with your nose practically buried on your phone screen, he accompanies you on the soft cushions, making himself comfortable by your side before letting his head fall on your shoulder.

“Hi,” You didn't take your eyes off the screen when you gave him a small kiss on the forehead, then instinctively combing your free hand through his bright, blonde locks. “How many books have you read?” He asks. “I stopped counting,” You truthfully answered. He nods, wasting no time to ask you what he had been thinking of for quite some time. “Is there like, written porn?” He spat, genuinely curious and wanted to make sure. You were taken aback by his out-of-the-blue question, causing you to stop scrolling down.

“Uh, yeah... I'm kinda reading one right now.” You admit. “What, really?!” He jumped from your embrace, before leaning back down towards your phone to inspect what you have been reading. His eyes remained opened from surprise about how detailed and well-written the scene is— fueling his imagination as if he was seeing it with his own eyes. “It's about two ex lovers who met again. She's single, but he's a widowed single father now so they're like, trying to get back together. It's a really long story so I'm glad they're finally hooking up.” You gave your boyfriend some context as he kept himself busy by reading; obviously entertained and intrigued by the writing.

When he started scrolling the screen for his eyes to see more, you smile to yourself, shaking your head slightly before shifting back to your previous position with his head rested on your shoulder. This time, you were going through the part of the story together. Every paragraph described more intensity of the characters' intimate moment, making it hard for you to contain the unsteady breaths you're making because of the spicy scene you were imagining. The presence of Mikey didn't help either, especially when his palm is latched on your thigh, fingertips curling and pressing harder and harder the further you scrolled through the story.

However, it cuts right on a particularly hot moment, but they were yet to finish. You scroll further down only to realize that the story had ended and the next chapter doesn't come out until the next week, so you toss your phone off in slight frustration and anticipation for the next scenes.

But when you turn back to Mikey, his lips met yours in a hurry for a needy, messy kiss which you returned instantly. He wasted no time in pushing you down the couch, desperate to relief the aching rush down his pelvis. He just read an erotic material with his girlfriend, of course, it was an arousing moment. He couldn't stop picturing the two of you in place of the characters— his lips claiming every inch of your hips and waist, fingers nudging against your sensitive clit while you cried pleasure of praises for him.

So then he did that, remembering every word of every movement describing their intimate actions, then doing the same for you. It didn't take more of his hot, wet kisses on your hips before he had your legs over his shoulders, rolling his bare hips against yours in slow, deep strokes. You never had the chance to be this gentle with Mikey ever since your first time, so it was a nostalgic, pleasing, and sweet moment for the both of you.

Til he remembers the last thing the guy did before the story was oh-so-teasingly cut, deciding to try it for himself. “L-lift yourself from the seat, h—ah—honey.” He babbled and you oblige, watching him take one of the pillows to lay under your lower back. Once you laid back down, the new angle caused his dick to slip and hit deeper inside of you, surely nudging your cervix. Both of you moaned loudly from the feeling, only for him to slam and plunge faster and harder inside of you.

By the end of the day, he had you squirting hard on your couch, with his thick release attempting to spill out from your hole.

...and that was the day when you started inviting Mikey to read particularly filthy stories with you.

𓆩♡𓆪 EMMA

Your chest was pressed against her back, one arm draped over her waist to trace figures on her delicate skin. You were both reading a series you both love and have been following for a while now. In fact, she was the one who introduced you to it, and now both of you are hooked to different stories and oneshots.

“I think they're about to bang, I'm calling it.” You chuckle, after reading one particular line. Emma agrees with a sweet laugh, then proceeding to scroll to the next scene. and both of you were right, now that the characters had each other up against a wall and devouring one another's lips.

It didn't take long for them to discard their clothes as well, and now you noticed the screen slightly shaking from how weak Emma's hand have been. It was easy to tell that your girlfriend was starting to get aroused by the scene. “Want me to hold that for you?” You offered, wrapping your hand around hers before taking the phone in your own palm.

And so you resumed with reading, making sure to plant a soft kiss on her temple. It was now easier to read for the both of you with your steady hand holding up the screen, before you felt Emma's hands take your free arm to wrap around her waist. Your heart eroded into smithereens from her small gesture, and you could only look at her in response. Her beautiful cheeks were covered in a warm blush while she continued to read the text on the phone, and you couldn't get yourself to take your eyes off her flushed face to continue reading.

“You can scroll down, babe.” She asks. However, you couldn't seem to understand what she was saying when she looked so adorable while reading the story. “Babe?” She finally turns her head to yours, only to meet your eyes already lovingly staring at her. You shared an intense stare down for a moment before you slowly leaned forward, hovering your lips over hers before kissing her top lip. She remained still for a moment, letting your lips lock with hers and parting her lips wider with every time you incorporate your tongue.

But just as she let her eyes fall and melt into your touch, you pull away, rolling onto the other side to take her phone down. Emma was left with her eyes opened once more, watching you move over the sheets with only your skimpy top and panties.

And your mental plan worked, leaving her wanting for more when she hovered herself over your frame, dipping down for more kisses. You returned them with the same intense pecks, sighing into the steamy moment before letting your hands roam her arms.

You felt Emma's kisses started to grow needy, so you opened your legs in response for her to situate herself in. You took easily slipped off each other's cute panties through the heated kiss before feeling Emma's pulsating folds slick against yours. “Hah—good girl,” your hands flew over her hips, trying not to get too caught up in the pleasure and needing to be able to concentrate your attention on Emma, letting her set the pace.

You met into the right rhythm soon enough, allowing your clits to bump against each other with the help of your slick folds. Her hips were skillfully rotating against yours, movement growing vigorous with every passing second. “[ Y / N ]...” Your name came out sweetly among her whines, hips rolling faster and desperate for release.

Her phone wasn't far enough and so you decided to open it once more, exiting the app you were just reading on before opening the camera, making sure it was on front view before setting it back down to capture the perfect shot of your pussies, and close enough the pick up the amplified sounds of your wetness rubbing together.

Emma has been talking to you about starting to write soon, maybe she could use this as a reference when she decides to do so...

[eyelessfaces]

neurotic mess

poe dameron x reader

this has to be one of the most self indulgent fic I've written so far. I haven't been doing amazing recently, and writing this comforted me a little and was more effective than every time I tried to go to therapy.

summary: poe notices you have trouble focusing during a meeting, and he's ready to do anything to make you feel better.

warnings: mental illness, dissociation, depression and autism. please don't read if you're sensitive to this kind of stuff. also this is purely self indulgent so if you don't experience mental illness/disorders mentionned above the same way, well... that's not my fault that's just how it goes for me

tags: gn!reader, poe being the absolute best boyfriend, fluff

word count: 1.2k

Something was wrong. He could sense it.

Poe frowns slightly as he clears his throat and adjusts his position on his feet. 

The sight of you nervously chewing on the skin at the side of your thumb has had him have trouble focusing on Leia’s plans, and he knew he couldn’t function properly when he knew you felt like this. Poe knew you way too well, and therefore he knew there was something wrong and he couldn’t help but empathize and overall feel worried. 

You’re across the room and he’s trying to catch your gaze in an attempt to mouth you a ‘you okay ?’ but unfortunately, your eyes are lost and focused watching a specific point at your feet.

Poe knows this, you have spaced out, unable to focus on the meeting.

The meeting finally ends after what seems to be ages for Poe. Multiple people come to him for questions and details about the meeting, but he brushes them off telling them he has more important stuff to do, because it’s true: he has to look out for you.

The sound of his concerned tone tears you out of your thinking, and you feel startled when you see he’s standing right in front you.

“What ?” you ask, feeling light-headed.

“Are you okay ?” Poe repeats, dragging you to a corner of the room, and you nod your head absently before your eyes dart around the room, seeing people move around, assuming the meeting is over. 

“Yeah” you sigh, scratching at your forehead. You hate lying to Poe, but it’s for his own good. You know he doesn’t have the time to worry about you, and you don’t want him to worry about you.

His head tilts slightly, and he pinches his lips before talking.

“Sweetheart… You know it’s no use trying to hide it.” he whispers, putting a hand over your shoulder. He rubs his thumb at the juncture between your shoulder and neck and weakly smiles at you even though you’re avoiding eye contact.

“I’m sorry” you mutter under your breath, and his deep brown eyes soften at your words.

“Don’t apologize. We’ve talked about this. You need to tell me when there’s something wrong so I can try to help you if you let me, mh ?” he asks rhetorically, waiting for your approval.

You finally look up at him and nod. He smiles endearingly at you and grabs either side of your neck, leaning to leave a kiss at your forehead. You close your eyes at the gesture, and when he pulls away his hands slide up to your cheeks.

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong ?” he asks softly, still not forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do.

You stare at his kind, worried eyes and you know you’re safe. Him just establishing physical contact, caring, and talking you through it makes you feel - a bit - better already.

“I’m so tired, Poe.” you admit, and he nods as his thumbs stroke both of your cheeks. “I have trouble focusing and I haven’t heard a word about the mission plan because I was too deep into my head. I don’t think I have the strength to do anything.” 

His gaze softens at your words and he nods again before kissing at your temple, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb. He closes his eyes in contentment as you wrap your arms around him, happy that you’re letting him in. His lips feel warm against your skin, and the feeling of his thumb delicately tracing your features appeases you a bit. 

You stay like this for a bit while the briefing room is gradually emptying. Poe pulls away from your embrace, looking into your eyes as the back of his fingers brush against your face one last time. He licks his lips before taking his hands off of your face.

“I’ll talk to Leia, she’ll withdraw us from the mission, okay ?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.

“What ? No,” you snap. “They need you, obviously. You’re commander” you chuckle at the absurdity of his offer, and look down as Poe takes your hand in his.

“Finn can replace me. He’s qualified” he nods with a smile. “Don’t worry about this. You’ll get some rest and I’ll stay with you so I can take care of you”

You sigh and as you’re about to speak again to bargain, he stops you with a few tuts.

“You don’t have a choice there love” he notes, a sly smirk drawn on his face.

Poe brings your linked hands to his mouth to kiss your knuckles before smiling at you one last time and leaving to talk to Leia.

—

You liked the way Poe just held you close, his body heat radiating against you in a comforting way.

It felt like you were draped in a nice blanket; when it was just him, his chest pressed to your back, his arms wrapped tight around your waist and his face buried into the back of your neck.

“Do you know what triggered you ?” he asks softly, pressing a kiss just behind your ear.

You blink tiredly before speaking. “Hum… Nothing actually. I don’t think so. Everything felt out of place and uncomfortable the moment I opened my eyes this morning.” you affirm, voice a bit raspy as you have barely been talking since Poe brought you back to your quarters.

“Mh” he hums, shifting slightly so he can be pressed even closer to you. “I should have known something was up when I got out of bed before you did.” he chuckles, his hand smoothing over your arm, up and down, in a soothing manner.

“Yeah… It just happens from time to time. This unsettling feeling that you don’t belong and that your body and mind just feel too weak to let you do anything”

Poe smiles weakly at your words. “That’s okay to feel that way sometimes and you shouldn’t feel like it’s not.” he affirms getting a strand of hair out of your face. “If you need to rest then you should rest”

“Yeah but…” you turn around to face him and his hand immediately clings to your cheek. “You’re always moving around, never stopping, and that’s the right thing to do because we’re in the middle of a war.”

“If you need to rest then you should rest.” he repeats, thumb going over your cheekbone. “If you go on field and are too distracted to do anything then you should not go at all because you’re putting yourself in danger.”

“And others” you continue.

“And others.” he affirms, pinching his lips into a small smile. His fingertips ghost over the side of your face, and you weakly smile at him. “It’s okay not to feel okay.” he declares, raising his eyebrows as if he is waiting for your approval. “It happens and it’s normal, and you shouldn’t feel guilty for it.”

You close your eyes and nod, and he cradles the back of your head to lean in and gently kiss your forehead.

“I love you” he whispers, and his words somehow almost feel like a promise.

“Even if I’m a neurotic mess ?” you chuckle as a tear of tiredness rolls down to your temple.

“Even if you’re a neurotic mess.” he affirms smiling, chasing away the single tear before kissing your lips as if to prove his previous words.

—

star wars taglist: @apollo-enthusiast @lockleysgrl @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @alexxavicry @Leerose42779 @mystinky-butt

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello, I just want to come by here and say that I love your character analyses. When it comes to diasomnia, I think it is time for us to address the elephant in the room, which is the slow release of content when it comes to game and how it can affect/or is actively affecting people’s perception of the characters. This isn’t meant to point fingers at anyone, but to show how a global pandemic disrupted the production of the game, and subsequently, the viewers experiences as well.

While it is possible to enjoy quieter characters such as Silver whose personalities are more covert and appreciate their dynamics with other characters rather than more explicit forms of screen time or content, I personally sympathise with those who are getting restless as a result of the slow release of the subsequent chapter. Rather than a direct critique of the way he is written atm, I wonder if the assumptions surrounding Silver’s personality or lack thereof is somewhat inseparable from the fact that people are becoming more impatient? Sebek is another casualty of the slow release of content as he has become quite disliked in certain spaces, his internalised racism has controversial implications and definitely needs to be handled with sensitivity later on.

Given the improvement of storytelling from Pomefiore to Ignihyde, I genuinely hope that Diasomnia would step up to the plate and deliver compelling characters and stories; and that some of the inconsistencies in storytelling are merely part of the growing pains of the game during its earlier stages.

[You can read my analyses here; the original ask being referenced by anon is here!]

I do think that the slow content release is probably tiring some players out/making them impatient, and I do empathize with those people. Diasomnia fans have been waiting for literally years for their boys to get the spotlight, and some perception of the boys has definitely been impacted as a result. Like… if you aren’t already a fan of Sebek, Silver, or Lilia, chances are you won’t go out of your way to look for content of him to fill the void (which there is if you look in events and vignettes). I think the only Diasomnia boy that hasn’t suffered from this (at least not to the same extent as the others) is maybe Malleus, and that’s only due to the sheer level of yume content surrounding him, as he is VERY popular in the West 💦 However, I do think we need to have a certain level of empathy for the devs as well.

The nature of gacha games in general facilities content release over time. I guess you can call it “milking” the game, because if the main story ends too quickly, the game’s lifespan id not prolonged; it just leaves the players hungry for “what’s next”. It places pressure on the devs to keep providing new content frequently. rather than focus on the quality of said content.

I don’t think the devs should be pushed to work harder or faster, especially considering that they need to comply with corporate’s demands (remember that Disney has to review and approve everything before it goes live) and the fact that each main story episode tackles more and more sensitive topics, and gets longer and longer. Let’s not forget that episode 7 is supposedly the climax of the main story, so it may also need to account for other complications, such as Grim’s OB, Yuu going home, Ace’s unique magic, and perhaps tying together all the other characters and the previous episodes. These possibilities, combined with the heavy story, themes, and ideas we are anticipating for episode 7 (the human-fae war, more death, existential dread, internalized racism, etc.), are extremely difficult to write, incorporate together, and address with great care and nuance.

On the subject of content release, I believe that TWST initially planned to do 2 new story events every month rather than occasionally 1 (I’m not counting events like Training Camp and Unified Exams here). They had to cut back considerably. If they had gone through with that original plan, we’d have 2 new event SSRs plus the 2 birthday SSRs (only Leona has a month to himself) plus 1 Clubwear SSR and potentially new dorm SSRs associated with the main story content. That’s a LOT of SSRs, and not nearly enough rolls for them. Personally, I don’t mind the slow content because that gives people more time to compile resources for pulling. If we got content TOO fast (which I believe is the case for EN), then we would be congested with new back-to-back banners with little breathing room. Sure, we’d be entertained, but at what (literal) cost?

In conclusion, the devs are just doing the best with what they have 💦 and I know it sucks, but 😔 we just need to be patient. Being impatient is valid, but we need to be mindful of the circumstances under which the devs are operating, and we must remember to remain civil when expressing those frustrations to others. Episode 7 will come to us eventually, and hopefully it’ll be great and well worth the wait!

[pinkanonwrites]

heyy! I'm new to your page. I was looking through your work and it's so good!

I had a request. are you okay with writing cockwarming headcanons with Osamu,Kuroo, Ushijima,Kita and Tsukishima?

I'm sorry if this is too specific and makes you uncomfortable!

Thank you for reading, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. This is a great prompt! It's been a while since I've written some good smut, let's hope I haven't lost my touch!

NSFW Below the cut!

Osamu Miya

When Osamu has been craving your touch all day but is too exhausted to actually do anything after a long day at work, cockwarming is the perfect compromise. Don't be surprised if he actually dozes off while you're sitting on his dick.

"Samu, baby, don't you wanna go to sleep?"

You can barely hear his noise of disapproval where his face is buried in the crook of your neck, but you can feel him lazily shake his head 'no.' He'd gone soft a while ago but had no interest in letting you out of his grip, even as his eyelids drooped and he stifled yawns into your shoulder.

"Not yet, doll. Jus' a lil bit longer... Keep me warm."

You chuckle and push his hair back from his forehead, running your fingers through his locks in a slow, soothing rhythm. He hums his approval and lets out a small, contented sigh.

"Alright, just don't be upset when you're tired tomorrow."

Kuroo Tetsurou

Cockwarming is always a challenge with Tetsurou, both of you desperate for the other but unwilling to let them win your little back-and-forth game. Best used when you feel like he's not giving you enough attention.

Kuroo groans as you purposely flex around his hot cock, and you hear his pen clatter to the table as his hand flies to rest in the small of your back. You can practically picture the look on his face, his eyebrows knitted in arousal and frustration.

"Are you already done? I thought you had paperwork to finish.~" You tease, but your victory is short-lived when you feel Kuroo sink his teeth into the base of your neck, before lathing his hot tongue over the bite mark.

"I'd be done sooner if a certain troublemaker would stop distracting me. Now sit still and let me finish. Maybe if you're good I'll let you cum. Maybe."

Ushijima Wakatoshi

He doesn't fully understand the appeal, but he knows it's something you really, really enjoy. He's very good at keeping a composed face even as you lose your patience and start to get squirmy.

You can't help but whine as Ushijima's hands come to rest on your hips, holding you firm in place so you can no longer rock your hips in the little circles you had been sure he hadn't been noticing up until now.

"Toshi..." You whimper, but a kiss pressed to the base of your jaw was the only reciprocation he offered, his eyes still fixed on the game playing on TV.

"I thought the point was to sit still." His voice rumbles where his chest is pressed against your back. "You can wait just a little bit longer."

"Toshi, please?" Desperation edges your voice, but he's already refocused himself on the match. Guess you have no choice but to be patient.

Kita Shinsuke

Fully revels in any opportunity to be close to you, to press skin against skin at as many points as he possibly can and let himself succumb to your warmth, your touch. He's completely enamored with you, and this is just one of many ways he shows it.

The soft creak of the mattress springs barely registers in your ears, the rest of your body completely lost in the warmth of Shinsuke nestled against you, your shared heat staving off the winter cold outside your home.

"Thought you were too tired..." Your voice slurs, thick with exhaustion. Shinsuke appears to be faring no better than yourself. Usually rather quiet, his breath ghosting over your ear was punctuated with little gasps and whines. His pace slowed at your words, but that only made the fire beginning to stir in the pit of your stomach hotter, more eager.

"Sorry," He murmurs, his thumb massaging a circle into your hip. "I wanted to let you sleep, but..."

You rock your hips back against his and he sucks in a sharp breath through his nose. The two of you need no words, your approval obvious in the way you rut back against him. You would both be tired in the morning, but it would be more than worth it.

Tsukishima Kei

Tsukishima uses cockwarming as an excuse to tease you as much as usual, putting on a stoic face and pretending it doesn't affect him nearly as much as it actually does. He likes seeing you squirm, pretending to have his thoughts elsewhere as you're desperate for his attention.

"You can't even sit still for five minutes, can you?" You jump a little at his voice breaking the comfortable silence of your bedroom. Had you been moving? Surely you hadn't, you'd been doing so well up until this point.

"But I wasn't-!"

His hand comes around your waist and rests below your belly button, pressing on your stomach until the head of his cock rubs against somewhere just right and a moan tumbles out before you can stop it. He clicks his tongue at you, but you can hear the smirk in his voice.

"I can feel you twitching, inside. You're desperate for it." You feel him drag out from your aching walls and you're so, so sure he's going to pull out entirely when he thrusts forward again, making your entire body jolt. "I'm almost done, think you can stop being so needy until then?"

[free-pool-trash]

dancing with our hands tied - peter maximoff

here it is you guys... the ✨very spicy✨ sequel to delicate which can be read here <3 (had to keep the rep song title theme going here)

please for the love of god let me know how this is I’ve never written smut before so please go crazy with the asks/comments/reblogs on this one I’d really appreciate it😩😓

word count: 4k 😳 (it’s not all smut dont get too excited)

warnings: +18 content, sexy times, unprotected wrap it before you tap it, swearing, i tried to keep vulgarity on a low level but i decided to just commit towards the end lmao, insinuation to sex from the beginning , some fluff and a tiny bit of angst sprinkled in there too, wandavision spoilers

You can definitely read this as a stand alone but it’ll make more sense if you read delicate first !! enjoy <3

masterlist

The days you spent in WestView had been tiring. Wanda seemed to be losing her composure with each day that passed, you watched how she became more and more skeptical of Peter and found yourself growing all the more anxious with the situation you’d run head first into. But, you were with Peter, your mind and his mind were free of Wanda’s influence and she’d been kind enough to appoint the pair of you your own house in the neighbourhood, a few doors down from her own, so, you couldn’t complain too much.

Today was a relatively quiet day, but you had a feeling that just meant you were in the calm before the storm. Tonight was, apparently, Halloween. Despite the fact that it was nowhere near October, you were more than happy to play along with Wanda’s over the top festivities.

Peter and Tommy had just zoomed into your and Peter’s bedroom, sporting matching outfits and excited expressions as they looked at you expectantly, “Well? What’d ya think?” Peter asked, motioning between himself and Tommy. The littlest speedster awaited your answer with wide, hopeful eyes, wanting validation from his cool uncle’s even cooler ‘friend’.

Yeah, you’d made out on Wanda’s couch but you still hadn’t addressed the question of where exactly your relationship stood. It felt as though the pair of you were both actively avoiding the awkward conversation, opting instead to simply fall into bed together every single night and completely disregard the boundaries of friendship in favour of hearing each other moaning until the early hours of the morning.

With a smile you let out a low whistle, “Looking good boys. I gotta say, Tommy, I think you’re outshining your uncle right now.”

You had to laugh when Tommy smirked triumphantly at Peter, “I told you she liked me more than you.” He boasted proudly and your laughs grew louder when Peter huffed angrily. He crossed his arms over his chest and jutted his bottom lip out childishly.

“Y/n, tell him you like me more.” Peter demanded, again, childishly.

You only grinned, “No comment.” You told him airily, making your way to your closet and hesitantly pulling out the latex costume Wanda created for you off of the rail, holding it by the hanger skeptically.

It was Peter’s turn to let out a whistle when his eyes scanned the skimpy looking leotard suspended by the hanger. The fabric mimicked the design of Peter and Tommy’s outfits although it seemed Wanda had gone out of her way to make yours ever so slightly sexier. The leotard was strapless with a sweetheart neckline and a silver lightning bolt ran through the light blue material. The only saving grace was the silver tights that hung from the hanger as well, at least you’d have some kind coverage. With one last peek into the closet, your eyes landed on a pair of white, knee high gogo boots.

“Christ…” You muttered, eyebrows furrowing at the thought of wearing the ensemble out in public, if it was cold tonight Wanda would be in for an aggressive telling off. With a deep sigh you turned to the two speedsters who were both staring at you, waiting for you to say something. “I guess we’re all gonna be matching tonight.”

“Sweet!” Tommy exclaimed while Peter only smirked. Peter, with a lot of effort, moved his attention from your costume to his nephew.

“Why don’t you go hang out with your brother for a while? I gotta talk to Y/n for a sec.” Tommy welcomed the suggestion, only nodding his head before he had sped out of your house and back to his own.

A gust of wind hit your face as Peter sped himself in front of you, the man didn’t hide his intentions as he gripped your hips and pulled you flush against him. Swaying his body against yours and bringing his lips to the exposed skin of your neck. He trailed his lips up your neck, sucking and nipping, smirking when you let out small noises of approval. When his lips reached the spot behind your ear, he gave a final, harsh suck which had your breath hitching and whining when he pulled away.

To be honest, you’d love to be able to call him your boyfriend and be certain that he thought of you as his girlfriend, but at the moment you were perfectly happy with whatever the fuck the two of you had going on if it meant you could keep feeling him against you like this.

“I cannot wait to see you wearing that.” He all but groaned against your ear, his voice deep and gravelly. The butterflies in your stomach went feral at his words and you had to pull your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from letting out a moan from his tone of voice alone, not to mention the fact that his crotch was pressed up against yours, he was excited to say the least.

Your hands slid up his chest and settled on either side of Peter’s neck, you gently pulled his head out from the crook of your nape and teasingly raised an eyebrow at him, “Maybe later I’ll let you help me get out of it.”

A wicked grin spread across his lips, he squeezed your hips in response, tugging you into him even further for some kind of relief then pressed his lips to yours briefly, murmuring against them, “That’s definitely a plan I can get behind.”

Giving him one last kiss, you pried his hands from your hips and pushed him away, “Alright, get lost I need to get ready.”

“Meet me at Wanda’s?” You nodded at his question, letting out a deep sigh you hadn’t noticed you’d been holding when he finally sped out of the room.

After a second of cooling down, you pulled on the outfit and you’d be the first to admit; Wanda knew what she was doing with this one. You looked incredible, albeit a little stupid in the costume, but still incredible.

When you made your way over to Wanda’s to meet up with the others, you let out a laugh seeing as Wanda was essentially wearing the same outfit as you, only with the added extras of a cape and gloves.

“Hey! Why are you dressed the same as Uncle P and Tommy?” Billy asked you curiously, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he glanced between you and Peter for answers. The speedster in question was smirking proudly, his arm finding a spot wrapped around your shoulder.

“Because she’s totally obsessed with me.” He lied with an over dramatic sigh, causing Tommy to laugh.

You rolled your eyes, elbowing him in the ribs playfully before focusing your attention onto Wanda, “I think it’s safe to say that Wanda and I will be winning best couples costume.” Wanda gave you a knowing grin and a not at all subtle wink in response to your statement.

“Only the best for the best.” She replied, walking forward and linking her arm with yours, stealing you away from Peter who whined in protest, “Oh hush, you can have her back later.”

Telepathy definitely had its perks, one of those perks being you could tell there was more to Wanda than just being an evil puppeteer. The two of you got along extremely well, you were actually growing to see her as a friend. It helped that you knew her story, though. You sympathised with her, knowing full well that if you lost the love of your life you’d probably create a false reality to be with him too. You’d already followed him into a fake reality so you supposed it wasn’t really too much of a stretch to imagine yourself in Wanda’s position.

As the night went on, yourself, Wanda and Peter were sitting around in town square, the twins having run off somewhere. Tensions were high between the interreality siblings at the minute, Peter seemed to be having the time of his life getting on Wanda’s last nerve, poking and prodding at her lifestyle choices.

“Lay off, Pete.” You warned quietly, your stare serious as you felt Wanda becoming impatient with the mutant. Your breathing stopped for a moment and you let put a horrified gasp, your hand clapped over your mouth as you stared at the image in front of you.

Peter’s skin was grey, his eyes were milky and he was littered in what you could only assume to be bullet holes- he was dead- no, you realised as you caught Wanda’s pained expression, he was Pietro.

Wanda regained her composure after a few seconds but the sight of Peter dead was enough to shake you to your very core and you found yourself shaking where you stood.

You didn’t even have a chance to regain your composure before shit had hit the fan. It had happened in a blur, Billy and Tommy were frantic and worried about Vision being in trouble and next thing you knew Wanda was sending Peter flying with a ball of energy after he made a smartass comment about Vision not dying twice.

Quickly, you ran to Peter’s side, he was groaning in pain and looking up at you through squinted eyes, “What the hell was that all about?” He grumbled, hiding his head in your lap when you got down on your knees beside him.

With a sigh you let your body fold against his, wrapping your arms around him and letting your head rest against his shoulder, the image of him bleeding out still too fresh and real in your mind. You could berate him for his brash behaviour another time, for now though; you just needed him close.

“Come on, dumbass. Let’s get you home before you decide to cause more trouble.” You mumbled, pulling him up with you. Ignoring his whining while you led him home, your arm remained firmly around his waist the whole way despite the fact he’d recovered from the blast Wanda dealt him after only a few minutes.

When you got back to the house that Wanda had deemed yours upon your arrival, you finally allowed yourself to breathe. Peter was staring at you with a guilty expression as you released a heavy breath through your nose and shuffled into the kitchen, the heels of your boots scraping on the hardwood as you walked.

Like a lost puppy, Peter followed you. Once he reached you lent against the sink he wrapped his arms around you from behind. He knew you weren’t angry at him by the way your arms immediately moved to grip his and tug them tighter around you.

“You know, her real twin- Pietro… he died,” Peter’s face contorted in confusion when you began to speak, he listened with concern as he could already hear your voice beginning to shake, absentmindedly he caught himself tucking you closer against his chest. “For a second… you must have said something that hit a nerve but for a few seconds…” Your voice hitched and you shook your head in an attempt to knock the image out of your mind, though you had a feeling it would haunt you for as long as you lived. When Peter noticed you’d started chewing at your bottom lip, as you always did when something was causing you anxiety, he gently turned you around in his arms so that he could look at you, his arms remaining firmly around you, yours finding a place resting against his chest.

“What happened, sweetheart?” He cooed, his eyes very much alive and staring into yours.

Swallowing thickly you answered, “You looked like him. You were dead.” You told him quietly and he was sure the look of grief on your face, brought on by the thought of him dying, would haunt him for a lifetime.

Your eyes watered as you took in his face. Scanning every part of it, his brown eyes that made you melt, the dimples that could still be faintly seen even when he wasn’t smiling, the lips that took up the vast majority of your thoughts and that tiny furrow between his brows as he looked down at you with worry.

You loved him.

Of course, you’d known this for years. But you needed him to know, and even though you were already well aware the overwhelming feeling is mutual, you needed to hear him say it.

His thumb running under your eye pulled you from your thoughts, “I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He whispered softly, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb ran back and forth over your cheek bone. Your stomach flipped at the pet name and you nuzzled against his touch.

“Good. I don’t want to lose you ever again.” You confessed, looking up at him through your lashes fondly as his lips formed an almost sad smile.

Gently, he brought his lips down to meet yours, pouring his heart into the kiss, hoping it would make up for the turmoil he felt responsible for causing you. Too soon, he pulled away.

“Believe me, I’m never leaving your side. I mean come on, I’m without you for like three days and I end up being mind controlled by my sister who isn’t even my sister.” He chuckled out, a grin growing on his face as you began to smile too. He let his eyes close blissfully when you brushed your nose against his, a toothy smile on your face.

“You, Peter Maximoff, are completely hopeless.” You whispered through your smile as he opened his eyes to look at you. His own face sporting an adoring smile.

Your heart skipped a beat the second his next words passed through his smiling lips, “Without you, Y/n L/n, yes I am.” Within a second your arms were around his shoulders and your lips were moving frantically against his. Peter’s hands wasted no time in sliding down to your thighs, gripping them and propping you up onto the kitchen counter.

Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist and your hands got lost in his hair, keeping him as close as humanly possible while his lips migrated to your jaw.

An appreciative hum left your throat as he lapped at the underside of your jaw, leaving a mark before trailing his lips back to your mouth. His tongue licked at your bottom lip as he kissed you, moving it into your mouth the first chance he got. Peter moaned into your mouth when you gave his tongue a light suck.

You grinned at the sound and leaned your weight forward so you were primarily resting against his body, your arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body, your ass barely resting on the counter by that point. Welcoming your movements, Peter’s hands glided up from your thighs to grip your ass and pull you from the counter completely.

He carried you clumsily through the halls of the house, bumping into furniture and pausing to press your body against walls, his eyes closed and lips never separating from yours. You were about a foot away from the stairs when you felt your back make contact with the plaster behind you, your chest heaving when Peter abandoned your lips in favour of littering wet kisses across your chest, no doubt leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake.

You let your head fall back against the wall, enjoying the sensation of Peter nipping and licking at your skin, the man diving back to your neck as soon as he realised that your head thrown back made it entirely exposed to him. You released a breathy moan when his lips ghosted over a sensitive patch of skin, he moved his tongue frantically and you shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath hitting your bruised skin.

“Peter…” You whined when he pushed his crotch up against yours, pressing you further into the wall smirking against your neck when you called his name.

“Yes?” He asked teasingly, rutting his hips against yours once more, deliberately attempting to pull another moan from you, he obviously succeeded. His smirk broadened when you let out a huff and tugged his hair so he’d look at you.

Peter swore he was in heaven when his eyes met yours again, your face was red and your eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide with lust as your chest heaved. He could’ve exploded on the spot when you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth and looked at him innocently, all the while grinding your hips slowly and firmly against his. Peter clenched his jaw and let his eyes fall shut, his hands gripping your hips so tightly that you were pretty certain the area would have bruises come tomorrow. You were struggling to care about that though, focusing your energy on the man who had you pinned against the wall.

You brought your lips to Peter’s neck, repaying the favour, not detaching until you left a dark, albeit small, purple bruise on the underside of his jaw. Deciding to prolong the teasing for a little while longer you moved your lips up and let them hover by his ear and you began to let out soft little moans in response to his grinding, the action caused Peter’s movements to become more frantic and your lips to form in a smirk as you felt him hardening against you.

His breath was laboured when he murmured, “Let’s take this upstairs, yeah?” Before you could even answer he had sped the pair of you to the bedroom and you let your feet return to the floor.

As he stood in front of you, you took him in, swollen lips and Halloween hair completely tossed, not to mention the tent in his trousers that was very visible despite the layers of his costume. When your bodies collided again, it was a frenzy of hands, the both of you practically tearing the fabric off the other until you were in nothing but your underwear, kissing sloppily and stumbling towards the bed.

Peter’s lips attached to your chest again the second your back hit the mattress. He groped at your right breast while his tongue sucked on the other, swapping over before you pulled him back up to you.

The way he slotted between your legs and how his forehead rested on yours felt so perfect, you couldn’t help but grin.

“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.” He muttered between kisses against your lips, his hands kneading your breasts as he did.

You were practically dripping by the time his hand slid down your stomach and under the band of your underwear. For someone with super speed he was moving agonisingly slow at the moment, his hand rubbing languidly over your wet core while he swallowed your moans.

“Fuck- God, Peter please.” You whined, your hips bucking into his hand, desperate for more friction than he was giving you.

The sound of your voice, so needy for him, was all he needed before he was pulling your underwear off, tossing the thin material over his shoulder haphazardly and shimmying out of his own boxers, clumsily kicking them away from his ankles, earning a giggle from you.

When he kneeled on the bed between your bent and separated knees you sat yourself up, sliding one hand up his bare chest and resting it against his shoulder while the other slid downward, only stopping once it was wrapped around his shaft. Peter sucked in a harsh breath when your began pumping him softly, the man completely losing it when your thumb swiped over his tip collecting the precum that had gathered and using it to wet the length of his dick as you continued to fuck him with your hand.

As much as Peter was loving the image and feeling of you jacking him off, he knew if you carried on he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Still, he didn’t have the heart to pull your hand away when you were making him feel so good. His head found it’s favourite spot in the crook of your neck and he groaned out against the skin that was littered with little purple and red marks from his earlier work, which he’d be sure to admire later, “Shit, Y/n-“ He croaked through a moan, hands gripping your hips as he fought the urge he had to thrust into your hand, “M’not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that.” He groaned out, almost reluctantly, not truly wanting you to stop while simultaneously craving more.

You stopped your motions at his statement, giggling when he let out a strangled noise of disappointment at the sudden lack of pleasure. Doing the honours, you lined him up with your entrance, letting him take over when his lips connected with yours.

Peter gently pushed you back until your head was resting against your pillow and your back was flush with the mattress. His lips continued to mesh with yours as he pushed into you inch by inch until he bottomed out. The deep groan he released was music to your ears and your hands gripped his biceps when he began to thrust in and out.

A symphony of moans filled the room as Peter had managed to set a steady pace, trying his best not to let his mutation get the best of him, as much as he wanted to just go to town he was determined to make you feel as good as you made him feel and judging by the way your head was thrown back and his name fell from your lips like a prayer; he guessed he was doing an okay job.

In only a few minutes Peter had you gasping and clutching onto him like your life depended on it as he picked up speed, one of his hands reaching down between your bodies to rub your clit, his hips snapping against yours. Soon enough, you felt the pressure in your stomach release, your walls clenching around Peter’s dick as your back arched and you released around him. After only a few more staggered strokes, Peter moaned your name against your lips, finishing inside of you and thrusting lazily, riding out his high and subsequently helping you ride out yours.

You let out a blissful sigh when Peter pulled out and rolled over to lay on his back beside you, his chest heavy and his blonde hair sticking slightly against his forehead.

“That- that was awesome.” He mumbled, intertwining his fingers with yours, holding your hand by his side.

Over the last couple of nights you and Peter had, admittedly, ended up in a similar position but neither of you intended for it to happen. It’d usually start off innocently enough, with cuddling or just talking and then one of you would move in just that little bit closer and things would escalate. But there was something about this time that felt a lot more emotional than the few times before. “It was.” You agreed with an airy giggle, squeezing his hand affectionately.

A gust of air shook you from your haze. Peter had taken it upon himself to clean up the mess the pair of you had left between your legs, a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts now adorned your body matching him as he wore the same.

He was on his side facing you, his arms holding you against his chest securely the same way they had the night you’d shown up in WestView and urged him to kiss you. When he took you in, he kicked himself for missing out on so much of you for so long.

He was certain, one of these days he’d actually speak the three words that followed him around whenever he thought about you, but as he watched your eyes flutter closed, he decided the words would be best spoken some other time. He was well aware you already knew, just as he was well aware that you loved him, it needed to be said. Eventually, but not quite yet.

[majestyeverlasting]

Hi! Can you write prompts 17 & 49 with Bucky x reader, please? Any Bucky you want!

♡ Hello! Thank you so much for sending this request in! I decided to go with dad Bucky since I haven't written for him in a little bit. Which means you guys get to see Jamie (8) and Eden (7), who are in my other dad Bucky stories. This fic in particular happens to be pretty classic in the sense that it follows a relaxed morning. But of course I had to add my own special touches. It's very intimate and cute, and the Barnes family ends up making breakfast together. By the end, Bucky and the reader share a soft moment in which they realize how fortunate they are. Enjoy!

♡ Prompt 17: “Oh, so you are ticklish.”

♡ Prompt 49: “I’ve never noticed these freckles on your back.”

Mornings Like These

Saturday morning brought the sweet sound of laughter to your bedroom, genuine and carefree. It was distant at first, flowing from wherever the children were. There was hardly any light streaming into the room, which meant the sky outside was likely a dusty blue with hints of pink as the sun continued to rise. Surely others were still wrapped in the embrace of sleep.

With a soft sigh, you moved closer to Bucky and nuzzled into the warmth of his chest. A hum rose from his throat when your lips puckered to his skin in a featherlight kiss.

But it wasn't long before the most gentle series of knocks sounded from the other side of the door. Almost rhythmic. Whispers and giggles emerged shortly after. Bucky’s chest shook with a chuckle as a smile budded across your face.

“They’re such early birds,” you murmured, kissing his skin a couple more times, lazily. “Maybe they’ll go away if we don’t say anything,” you joked lightheartedly.

His voice was deeper from sleep when he drawled, “Knowing them, they’d come in regardless.” You laughed into him at those words, and more knocks arose.

“Come in!” You eventually called out.

As soon as Jamie and Eden peeked into the room, neither you nor Bucky could deny that it felt good to see their faces—despite how early it was. They wore toothy, loving smiles as they walked to the foot of the bed, still clad in their adorable pajamas. Neither crawled up to join you two, but they placed their hands on the mattress as if they were considering.

“Morning,” Bucky greeted through a stifled yawn.

“G’morning,” they said in unison.

“How’d you guys sleep?” You asked.

“Good,” Jamie chirped.

“Yeah, good,” Eden seconded. “We have an idea.” She then looked to her brother for him to continue.

“We were thinking that today would be a good day for all of us to make breakfast together. We haven’t done it in a while, and I think it’d be really fun.” There was a hopeful sparkle in his eyes. “So maybe that’s something we can do when everyone’s more awake.” He ran a hand through his hair. It was getting longer.

His words rang true—it had been a while. “You know what, I like that idea,” you said.

Bucky smiled. “Me too.”

That’s when they finally climbed up into the bed, uttering exclamations of excitement. They wriggled their small bodies between you and Bucky, and all you could do was allow your heart to feel full. The room seemed all the brighter with them in it, you realized. And the sweet laughter that once danced somewhere off in hallways had found its way to you.

That same energy is what later brought the kitchen to life as the four of you moved throughout it to bring breakfast into fruition.

The scent of turkey bacon lingered in the air as cooked in the oven. It mingled with the scent of the eggs you stood scrambling at the stovetop. Bucky was at the counter cutting different fruits. Jamie and Eden were in charge of toasting the waffles. As they waited for them to pop, they switched between standing at you and Bucky’s sides.

A smile came to your face when Jamie wrapped an arm around your waist and released a content sigh. “You wanna stir them around a bit?” You offered, running a hand through his hair. “They’re almost done.” It was endearing how gladly took the small spatula from you. It was as if he was proud to.

Every day, he was slipping further away from the little boy you used to coddle in your arms. He was helpful, reserved, and kind—so much of what you saw in Bucky in many regards. And Eden was blossoming into her own personality as well, always managing to shift whatever room she entered.

She happened to be over near Bucky, ushering pieces of the strawberries he was cutting into her mouth. With a fond shake of his head, he let her. However, the dramatic way she hummed in approval of the taste made him roll his eyes.

Then she wandered around to stand behind him, ever curious and in pursuit of something new. “Daddy, I’ve never noticed these freckles on your back,” she said, reaching up to poke where they were on his shoulder blade. Bucky made a sound of acknowledgment but remained focussed on cutting.

It became evident that she was trying to get a reaction out of him when she giggled and kept poking him. That’s when he shot a quick look back at her. She quickly folded her hands to make it appear as though she hadn’t been doing anything.

Nevertheless, Bucky tapped her nose. “Quit it,” he said. She continued as soon as his back faced her again. The whole exchange made you smile.

He turned around and pointed a finger at her. “Don’t make the tickle monster get you, sunshine.”

“Too bad I’m not ticklish anymore,” she claimed as confidently she could manage. It was a harmless lie tinged with amusement. As he looked down into her eyes, he was reminded of yours.

“Is that right?” Bucky swiftly scooped her up with his vibranium arm, and all it took was a couple of pinches to her sides to have her squirming and trying to push his hand away.

“Okay!” She squealed. “That tickles, that tickles!”

“Oh, so you are ticklish?” He relented and pressed a kiss to her temple as residual giggles left her. “Who would’ve thought?” She gave him a playful pout when he set her back down, but it didn’t last for long.

Because soon enough, it was time for everything and one to be gathered at the kitchen table. There was sunlight coating the room and the food smelled divine. For a moment, the chatter that once existed subsided as everyone took the first few bites. Upon glancing around, you were struck with a rush of joy. You could feel it kindling within your chest. Bucky caught your gaze from across the table and winked.

You weren’t sure how yet, but you were going to make sure that more mornings like that came to be.

“We should do this more often,” Jamie said as if reading your mind.

“We will,” Bucky promised.

You nodded. “We most definitely will.”

With that, the four of you continued eating and talking, and it seemed as though it’d go on forever. But it didn’t. Plates were cleaned, final stories were told, and last-minute jokes were uttered. And you felt full not because of the food, but because of how happy each of them made you.

When you found yourself washing dishes at the sink, the entirety of the morning was on repeat in your mind.

Bucky came up behind you and kissed your neck in a way that made you want to melt. The scratch of his beard sent shivers swirling down your spine. You could feel him smile against your skin as his arms secured around his waist. The kids’ voices carried from where they’d retreated to in the playroom. Neither of you said anything to each other, he simply held you as you moved to clean the last of the dishes.

Bucky was the first to speak, voice filled with honest consideration, “Sometimes I think I have a grasp on how fortunate I am. But then mornings like these come along and I’m convinced I don’t even know the half of it.” He let his chin rest on your shoulder.

“You and me both,” you breathed.

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Thanks for reading! More fluffy Bucky stuff here.

[jadegrey711]

Snow Covered Dream

Eric Northman x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello my loves so I got this request for a soft Eric Northan what feels like eons ago, and I’m finally feeling some inspiration for it. It’s been particularly hard for me for this one since when i originally started writing for it I had a good thing going and while I was an my ipad i rotated it and somehow deleted everything I had. So this is attempt number two for this one. I hope you guys like it and if you could show it some love! And to the sweet person who sent this request in I really hope you think it’s worth the wait. 

Prompt: Hey can I send a request in for Eric Northman x reader please? Could you maybe do one where him and the reader have been seeing each other for some time now and then they have sex for the first time and it’s really sweet and the reader lets eric bite her for the first time and they just realise how much they love each other, if not don’t worry about it! Thank you, love your writing!

*NOT MY GIF. ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE OWNER.

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Word Count: 3212  Holy fuck this became it’s own novel. I think this is the most I’ve ever written for something like this. Fuck i hope it’s not shit 

This story is for 18+ ONLY. It contains sexual themes that are not suited for younger audiences so if you’re under 18 my blog and this story is not for you. Please make sure to read at your own discretion and remember that you are solely responsible for your content intake. 

Warnings: 18+ people. Oral (f recieving), mentions of blowjobs, Tantric sex (if you squint), vaginal sex 

Song Inspiration: 

Best Part - Daniel Caesar, H.E.R

Morning View - Towkio, SZA

Looking Through your Eyes - LeAnn Rimes

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This isn’t the first time that Eric has stolen you away for some kind of romantic adventure. He’s been around for a thousand years and there’s just so many places he wants to show you; places you’ve never even heard of and spots that feel like no other human has laid a foot there before. 

However, this adventure felt different, like when it was over Eric wasn’t planning on letting you go; like he planned to keep you and you couldn’t find anything bad about that. 

“Eric are you ever going to tell me where we are going?” You smiled, seeing the mischievous smirk on his lips. 

“We are already here, sötma.” he stated and you swore his smile got wider, as you quickly whipped your head back towards the window to see if you could finally see your destination. But only found the same endless snowy expanse out your window. 

“Where?” 

“This is all of my property. It’s not huge but just a bit further up this road there’s a little house I keep for when I want to truly get away from everything.”

You waited for a few more minutes keeping your eyes peeled out the window for any sign of the house and then suddenly just out in the distance you saw a spot of bright red. You felt your excitement grow as you watched the house steadily come into view. That spot of bright red growing until you could finally see the whole house; a bright red one that was nestled right in the middle of the property surrounded by what looked like a small farm house and hidden away by the snow covered pine trees that surrounded it.To put it in a word it looked magical.  

“Do you like it sötma?” Eric asked, turning his head just enough to gauge your reaction. 

“Oh Eric! It’s so beautiful! It’s like a snow covered dream.” You said wistfully and then pulled your focus from the car window to Eric and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. 

Eric hummed his satisfaction. “I’m so glad you like it. This is one of my favorite places and I thought I might share it with one of my favorite people. I can’t wait to show you the rest of the house, I think you’ll really enjoy it.” 

“I’m sure I will.” You beamed at him and took his hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel. “I’m never disappointed with anything you show me Eric.” 

Eric said nothing at your praise, but simply took your hand that was holding his and pressed a few kisses to your knuckles, before taking your wrist and kissing the palm of your hand; sending a flush of warmth through you despite the endless cold outside the car. 

When Eric pulled up in front of the house, you immediately got out of the car and stepped out onto the fresh snow just to marvel at the bright red house. The way the snow was settled perfectly on the tops of the roof and on the pine trees that surrounded the house it looked like the perfect christmas card. 

“How come you never told me you lived in a Hallmark movie?” You asked turning back to face Eric who had both your bag and his slung under each arm. 

“I don’t. It’s just Sweden. Everything looks like a Hallmark movie here in winter.” he chuckled as the both of you walked towards the large wooden front door. Eric easily maneuvered the bags in his hands to pull out the small set of keys and quickly unlocked the front door, letting you both into the house and out of the cold of the outside. However, there wasn’t much relief from the cold inside the house either. 

You started to shiver as you made your way to the center of the cold house, clutching your jacket tighter to your body. 

Eric looked over and saw you shivering and immediately took off his jacket and put it on top of your shoulders. “I’ll get a fire going in a second sötma.For right now I want you to sit here.” He said as he pulled your shivering body into a main sitting room where a very large fireplace sat on the far wall. 

Eric sat you down on the plush sofa that laid in front of the fireplace and you clutched his jacket tighter to your body as you watched Eric get the fire going with his quick and efficient hands. 

**

Hours later after you and Eric unpacked your things and both of you had your dinner. You found yourself sitting in Eric’s lap on a fur rug in front of that luxurious fire. The feeling of the fire warming your skin and the feel of Eric underneath you as he stroked her hair lovingly, warmed more than just your skin; you felt your heart and soul warm from the contentment that you felt in this moment.

As content as you were though in this moment you knew that you wanted more. You wanted more from Eric than just his soft kisses and loving caresses, you weren’t a fool you knew the reputation that surrounded Eric when you started seeing him. 

Ruthless killer and slayer of hearts but that wasn’t the side he presented you with everyday nor was it something he tried hiding from you. It wasn’t something that you felt like he needed to hide anyway. Everyone has shit in their past and in Eric’s case he’s got a whole mountain range of shit he’s got to deal with from his past but he’s grown and you’ve seen that growth. Hell. You being here wrapped safely in his arms in some remote house in god knows where Sweden should be proof enough of that growth; of the trust you place in him. So much so that you feel confident enough to pull from his soft touches and look at him in those blazing glacier eyes. 

You let out a small breath, and reached out your hand, cupping his face before you pulled him slowly in for a soft lingering kiss. Eric hummed his approval against your lips and then you took him by surprise as you tilted your head slightly and deepened the kiss, your tongue playfully dipping in his mouth and tangling with his.

You smiled against Eric’s lips as you heard him let out a low growl, his strong hands that were at his side, coming up to grab your hips bringing you closer to his body. You let out a low gasp as Eric pressed you closer to his body and you felt just how hard he was for you already. 

You pulled your sweet lips away from Eric’s smirking as you heard him softly whisper “No.” when you pulled away. But you or your lips didn’t go far. You pulled away just enough that you were still most definitely in kissing range. 

Eric watched you as you placed your small hands on his strong chest, letting you control every action and determining just how far this night was going to go. He loved it when you were brave for him, with him, taking control and taking what you want from him. He’s waited for this moment for so long but one word from you and he would go jump in the endless snow outside and quickly cure himself of his raging hard on.

Your hands continued their leisurely journey down Eric’s chest until you got to the hem of his shirt. You looked back up at Eric’s face, as if you were asking permission. He nodded and your fingers brushed the skin underneath his shirt and gasped at how cold he was. But you didn’t let that deter you one bit as you grabbed the hem of the shirt and lifted it up and over his head; with Eric’s help of course. And then your hands were all over his bare chest starting back up at his strong shoulders, then trailing down his chest your fingers stop over where his heart is; and feeling a certain sadness that you wouldn’t feel it’s steady beat under your touch. 

Eric seemed to sense what you were feeling and grabbed your chin making you look up at him. “Your heart is big enough that it beats for the both of us, sötma.” he whispered lovingly before placing a kiss on your lips and letting your chin go so you can continue with your exploration. 

You leaned down and placed a kiss to that spot on his chest, biting your lip when you heard Eric’s little gasp. Your hands went down feeling his hard abs and then those delicious hip “v’s” that you so desperately needed to run your tongue over but maybe later tonight. You looked back up at Eric’s face and grabbed one of his massive hands; Eric watched intently as you flipped his hand over and started to lovingly trace the lines there. 

Eric couldn’t help himself any longer the same hand that you so lovingly traced he used to cup your cheek, and traced your lips with his thumb. 

“Do you know how beautiful you are to me?” He asked as he grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head leaving your chest bare to him. 

You felt your cheeks flush. “No. I don’t think you’ve ever told me before. Why don’t you count the ways.” You giggled and let out a little squeal as Eric flipped the both of you over so your back was to the soft fur rug and he was sprawled out on top of you. 

“You’re such a little shit you know that?” He smirked as he leaned down and kissed a spot at your chest, giving it a little suck. Making whatever little smart comment you were about to say dissolve from your mind as you felt Eric ladden your body with open mouth kisses. First to your neck and then your collarbones and then to the spot right where your heart was. 

“Eric.” his name falling from your mouth in a breathy whisper. 

His hair tickled your face as he kissed lower and you let out a gasp as his tongue swirled around your nipple, making your back arch from the surprise of it. 

“So sensitive.” he chided and you felt a gush of warmth spread between your thighs at his words. Before you watched him bring that nipple into his mouth and give it a light suck before he went to do the same to the other. “I wonder where else you're sensitive.” He purred as you felt his lips brush reverently against the bottom of your breasts before continuing his journey to where you were most sensitive. 

You tangled your hands in his hair as he reached your pants and he held your gaze as he undid each of the buttons, making you smile as he lifted your hips up and pulled your pants completely off, leaving you completely bare to him. 

“Oh, Y/N.” He purred as he admired your naked body sprawled out in front of him on his fur rug looking like a norse goddess. “Every part of you is a gift.” He said as he grabbed one of your legs and placed soft kisses there before doing the same to the other. He loved how sprawled out you were for him like a feast all for him. 

“Eric.” You moaned out his name again as you watched him settle himself between your legs, his strong shoulders keeping you spreaded out for him as you watched as he took his index finger and ran it down your slit making you gasp. You watched eagerly as he placed that finger in his mouth and sucked on it. 

“Just as sweet as I knew you’d be, baby.” He smirked and then you felt his tongue flick up your folds before swirling around your clit making your hips buck up into his face. 

You watched as Eric swiveled his head side to side and elicited more moans from you each one getting louder and louder as he sucked your clit and he fucked you with his tongue. Your fingers alternated between burying themselves in Eric’s soft hair to gripping the fur rug behind you as you watched Eric devour you. 

As you felt your orgasm climb you started to writhe under Eric but he easily placed his strong arm over you stomach keeping you under his delicious torture. “Eric, baby I’m gonna come.” You moaned, feeling like you were going to fall over the edge any second. 

“Go ahead baby, come for me. Let me see how pretty you look when you fall apart.” He purred before he added his fingers and crooked them inside you and you fell apart. Eric ate you out through your orgasm letting you ride that wave of pleasure until you finally went limp under him. 

You watched with shaky breaths as Eric pulled away from you giving your clit a kiss before smiling up at you. “I don’t know how I’ll ever get enough of this sweet pussy, sötma.” he said before climbing up and kissing you deeply letting you taste yourself. 

“Are you ready for me, sötma?” He asked and then you felt his strong fingers rub against your soaked folds before he entered you feeling how wet you were for him. “Oh yeah, I think you’re ready for me.” He smiled, kissing you again before standing up and unbuttoning his pants before quickly discarding them.  

He looked like a god from this angle, all strong and hard muscles as he loomed over you, his hard cock springing to his stomach. You’d never been particularly fond of blowjobs mainly because of how your past lovers would grab your head and try to force you down more. But you didn’t feel that Eric you wanted to be at his knees lavishing him with pleasure while he stroked your head lovingly gifting you with lavish praises about how good you were for him.

Maybe another night. You thought to yourself. 

Eric knelt back down till he was sprawled back over you and proceeded to ladden you with soft open mouth kisses, his hands massaging your breasts until you could feel the need between your legs grow until it was too much; you needed Eric now. 

“Eric, please.” You moaned breathily. 

“Are you sure you want me now? We have all night, baby.” He said, kissing your neck again. “Maybe you let me play with that pussy for another hour and then I’ll fuck you.” 

You felt you center throb at the thought at what kind of pleasure could pull from you in an hour; not still not fuck you. 

“No. I want you Eric. I need you inside me now. Please.” You whispered in his ear earning a low growl from him. 

“Well, there’s no way I can deny such a pretty girl when she’s begging for me.”  He hummed and you felt his hard length press up against your folds. “This what you want from me?” He asked, knowing full well, that’s exactly what you wanted. 

“Are you going to keep talking or are you going to fuck me?” you gasped feeling Eric’s hard length press deeper into you, letting you get used to him as he stretched you out for him. 

“Oh baby you’ve got such a mouth on you. I can’t wait to see it wrapped around my cock. I just know you’d look so pretty on your knees for me.” He purred as he slid home, making you moan in his ear as he pressed close to your body,to your warmth. 

Eric kept his pace slow letting you get used to his invasion but also to leave you breathless and wanting under him. He knows what you want; that you want him to pound into you and he will have no worry about that. He can’t wait to hear the lewd sounds of your wet pussy as he drives into you over and over until you scream his name. But right now he wants to draw this out, really feel each part of you and then he’ll pound into your aching pussy. 

“Eric, please.” you breathed out, your nails gripping his back as he kept his pace slow and sensual, making you writhe beneath him. 

“Please what? Sötma.” 

“Harder.” You begged. 

Eric chuckled against your skin. “I just can’t deny you anything can I?” He asked, looking at your face. 

“Please Eric.” 

“Alright, baby.” He said and before you knew it, Eric pulled out of you and brought his hands under your back and brought you up to his until you were straddling him and just as quickly as he pulled out of you, did he plunge himself back into your wet folds; setting a brutal pace as he fucked up into you. 

You let out a scream of pleasure as your hands wrapped around Eric and held him close as he fucked you. 

“Is this what you want, baby?” 

“Yes.” You whimpered, kissing Eric’s neck and sucked at the spot where his shoulder and neck meet earning a low groan from him. 

“Oh Eric!” You moaned, your nails gripping onto his back. “I-I I’m going to come.” 

“Come for me sötma. Grip me with that tight little pussy of yours.” He growled as he drove into you harder and you felt yourself go supernova as your orgasm racked your body. Eric held you tight, slowing his pace down just enough to let you ride through your orgasm. 

After a few seconds though you felt Eric’s pace quicken again and to your surprise his quickening pace was building you up to another orgasm. 

“Eric. I don’t think I can survive another one.” You moaned, your face buried in the crook of his neck. Eric tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled enough to bring your face to his. 

“You can and you will baby. I want to feel you squeeze my cock again, with that beautiful pussy.” He growled and kissed you, his hand leaving your hair to snake between your bodies and rub small circles on your oversensitive clit and you gasped into his kiss as you felt your orgasm crash over you as Eric held you close to him, as he chased his own end. 

“Fuck! I love you so much, Y/N.” He screamed as his own orgasm crashed over him, holding you closer to his body as he fell back down onto the soft fur rug underneath him. 

As you laid on top of Eric trying to calm your breathing and find your equilibrium again. Eric’s fingers found your hair again and stroked it lovingly. 

“I love you too ya know?” You smiled and kissed his chest. “And not just for the sex. Although I could definitely get used to that.” You laughed.

“You are trouble.” He said, scrunching his nose at you before bringing your lips to his in another searing kiss. 

[may-fanfic]

When All Else Fails, Kiss Me 

summary: the powers you have are quite similar to Wanda’s and an  unbreakable bond is formed between the two of you. After months of pining, Tony’s hatches up a plan to make the two of you official. 

warnings: none 

word count: 2,150 

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You moved through the warehouse, oblivious to the girl who silently moved behind you. It had been easy for wanda to get into people's heads, so she hadn't been concerned when she made herself known to you. You had been quick to spin around at the sound of her voice. wanda felt her breath get caught in the base of her throat. She had never seen someone so beautiful. Wanda almost forgot what she had been in the warehouse for, then it dawned on her, and that's when her eyes grew red.

She had tried a million times before to get into your head and manipulate your thoughts, but she had no way in for some reason. She had been so stunned that she gasped lightly, backing away from you, watching as your own eyes began to glow a soft blue. "don't worry, I won't hurt you." you had been there to catch the girl and turn her into the avengers, you knew they wouldn't hurt her, but you could see the fear in the girl's eyes.

It made you rethink your decision to turn the girl in. "wanda, I need you to trust me." your eyes had been a calming blue that made her feel secure. She wanted everything to trust you, but you had been one of them, and she knew better than ever to get involved with someone from stark industries.

"we're not bad people, wanda." she had rocked her jaw side to side, finally feeling the way everyone else felt when she would read their minds. She hadn't liked it. "I just want you to be safe." in all honesty, you hadn't been lying, but you also knew that you needed wanda in your team. she had been unstoppable, and if ultra got her, you'd be quickly compromised, and ultra would win.

your earpiece boomed with steve's voice, and you quickly replied. "I hadn't seen wanda." your eyes turned your standard shade before you met her gaze again. "think about what I said." and with that, you turned and left the young witch. She had been stunned and felt glued to her place before running off in the other direction.

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It hadn't taken long for Pietro and Wanda to join the Avengers, and while she had been relieved to finally be able to settle down after what felt like her whole life of fighting, she could never shake her first incident with you. You had been so kind, gentle with her, and she felt like it had been up to her to repay you somehow.

She always wished she could meet you under other circumstances. The longer wanda knew you, the more stable she felt. Your friendliness had not just been a façade to make the girl trust you, you had genuinely just been the most loving person she had ever met, and Wanda had been more than grateful that she had a friend despite her need for more.

It had been movie night which turned into some tradition with Wanda and Pietro. While getting to know them, they shared that movie night with their parents had become a ritual, and it had been their fondest memories right up until their last one. You had felt like it was your responsibility to make it up to them and continue it with the twins, still, as the time when on Pietro realized that those movie nights had turned into something else for you and wanda. As much as he enjoyed the time spent with his sister and best friend, he wanted to give his sister the space to make a move.

You were cuddling up to Wanda under the blanket. Your head resting softly against her shoulder as her favorite sitcom played on the big screen. She was grinning and giggling at every joke, and you found it endearing. She had always been the happiest during these moments. You didn't understand her attraction to these cheesy sitcoms. Still, whenever she suggested one, you happily obeyed. "this is my favorite part." she quietly spoke through her smile. You perked up, placing your full attention on the screen, chuckling along with her when the husband fell down the stairs but stood right back up.

You settled back onto her shoulder when the scene was over, and wanda found yourself smiling down at you.

It had been a while since wanda found herself truly happy; it was almost too good to be true. She wanted to understand you completely; she wanted to know you inside out. She wanted to know what you thought about her, exactly how you felt, and she knew the only way she could get a clear reading of that was if you let her in. Her hand came up to rest against your head, caressing your locks gently before her lips parted to asked the question.

"can I use my powers on you?" her cheeks had been a tint of pink as her hand moved from your head to your shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. You adjust yourself to look at wanda thoroughly, your gaze gentle and your smile soft. The question itself had been intimate, she was asking for her way in, into somewhere sacred and only yours, and you knew once she had listened to everything for herself, things would change, but it had been a change you were willing to go through for her.

You let a soft giggle escape your lips as your cheeks grew a light pink to match her own, your smile erupted butterflies into that pit of her stomach, and she couldn't help but match your smile. "of course, maxi." you uttered out teasingly.

You sat up straight, facing the girl with a cheeky grin, and despite her nervousness, she still reached forward, her hand coming to rest softly against your cheek, stroking your skin tenderly.

"you can't hurt me," you whispered, noticing the hesitation in her eyes, reaching up to grab the hand placed on your cheek before guiding it to your forehead. she let out a gentle breath. You watched as her eyes turned the shade of red before you fluttered your eyes shut, taking in every way that the girl felt. It hadn't taken long before wanda finished, a gentle smile placed on her lips as she gazed at you. Everything she needed to know, she now knew. She had felt a sense of comfort and completion.

Wanda's gaze snapped from you to the tv, grinning lightly at the scene that played out, pointing at the screen, and eagerly telling you to watch it. You didn't need to use your magic to concur how wanda felt for you, so you had been content, moving back to your previous position leaning against her shoulder once again, watching the silly sitcom again.

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Wanda came off as reversed to everyone else, but she seemed to be a different person with you. It made it clear for her teammates that she had liked you. It didn't sit right with them that the both of you had been denying your feelings for so long, so they took it upon themselves to hatch up a plan to get the both of you alone together, long enough to confess.

The Avengers assured you the nature of your getaway to the cabin in the woods was for nothing more than a mission. However, when you arrived at the set location, they never picked up your calls for the details.

Letting out a gentle sigh, you made your way into the living room, where you found Wanda sitting. Her head was down as she looked at something in her hands. "anything yet?" you questioned, causing her gaze to snap up to you. "I don't think we'll be hearing for them," she answered, extending her arm out to hand you a piece of paper.

Your eyebrows fluttered together as you took extensive steps to reach out for the paper. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the written note in hand. 'Enjoy your private getaway, Sincerely, The Avengers.'

Of course, they would do something like this, especially Tony, who had an act for fixing people up. "This is absurd," you commented, setting the paper aside on the coffee table. Wanda shrugged as she took in the state of you. you had been wearing the nightclothes you packed, freshly out of the shower. "I don't know, it's kinda nice," she whispered, causing a gentle breath to fall past your lips, letting your shoulders drop in defeat.

"We should be back in the tower, prepping for the mission, maxi." Wanda stood up from her seat, a smile playing its way onto her lips.  "What is it? You don't want to be alone with me?" she teased playfully, a fake pout tugging at her lips as she neared you.

"You know that's not it," you whispered, arms wrapping around your body to find some comfort. "Then, let's just relax." Wanda urged, smiling down at you. Wanda and yourself have been working your ass to the bone for the job, and you knew that some relaxation would do you good. Besides, there wasn't anyone else in the world you'd enjoy wining down with more.

Both you and wanda had some unresolved feelings towards each other, and even after the night she looked into your brain, you'd never talk about it with her.

----- You and Wanda had been full of giggles after cracking open a bottle of wine you found in the cabin. The two of you sat in the living room, just enjoying each other's company before you called it a night. You had never stood up so late, considering you had set training times with Nat.

You have never seen Wanda so drunk before, and it had been amusing, to say the less. You managed to drink more than Wanda, but yet the girl seemed more intoxicated than ever. The moment had been pleasant, and if you were honest, you never wanted it to end.

"You were right. This is nice," you confessed, smiling down at your wine glass. Wanda hummed in agreement, quickly growing serious for a moment causing your eyes to snap up to Wanda. "you know..." wanda whispered out, her eyes meeting yours. Your eyebrows rose in question, waiting for the girl to continue.

"Tony told me all about his plan to get us out of the compound," she confessed after some time. You watched as her fingers moved around the brim of her glass, and you noticed the way her cheeks turned a bright pink color. "Oh," you uttered out, surprised that Wanda had something to do with this poorly constructed plan.

"Tony knew you wouldn't have approved," she spoke shyly, a frown forming on her lips. "why didn't you tell me?" it wasn't that big of a deal; you didn't mind much in hindsight. She shrugged lightly, her eyes snapping away from yours with embarrassment. "I didn't want you to say no."

"Tony is Tony, Maxi... I would've said yes to you." you'd never say no to wanda, in all honesty. The word didn't exist in your vocabulary when it came to her. You'd do anything she'd ask of you. That's how you knew you were completely and utterly in love with Wanda.

Wanda just wanted you to herself for some time. That's why she even agreed to Tony's plan. You were always so occupied with training and other things that Wanda hardly got the time to relax with you. She set down her glass on the coffee table, giving you all her attention.

"I just wanted alone time." her words made a small smile form on the corners of your lips. "why?" you questioned softly, wanting to force it out of her that she was just as in love with you as you were her. She had never actually said it, and as patient as you tried to be, you could only take it for so much longer.

She let out a sigh, her eyes burning into yours. "You know why," she replied, your eyes narrowed at hers, a grin finding its way onto your lips.

"Say it." you urged, inching dangerously closer to her until you hardly had space left. You could feel her breath fan out over your face as she tried to find the right words to say to you. When she felt as words wouldn't have done her feelings justice, she leaned forward until her lips collapsed with yours. The kiss was short and sweet, but it still made up for all the times she hadn't said enough.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" the girl childishly uttered out after the initial shock of the kiss worn off. a soft giggle escaped your lips as you nodded, causing a goofy smile to form on wanda’s lips before she leaned in to grace you with another kiss.

You made a mental note to thank Tony for his genius plan.

[ddejavvu]

feeling awkward about sending this but ill do it anyway.

💘 shot through the heart - (moots only!) - send me a james fic you’ve written and I’ll read/reblog/review it!

this is literally the first and only smut fic I've posted other than the blurbs and dialogues so have fun with it! i hope so, idk.

ugh im nervous

baby baby don't be nervous!! i loved it a lot, i'm down really bad for both sub!james and dom!james so switch!james was perfect 🛐

my review, including excerpts from the fic, is down below. this is 18+ content, minors dni.

“Mummy,” he groaned, his cock twitching inside you.

“I know it’s hard to hold, love,” you breathed, thumb caressing his cheek. “Just be a good boy for mummy,” his cock twitched again to your praise, whimpers fell from his mouth. His little whimpers were your favourite song, that you’ll never get bored of listening to. Your hand on his cheek moved down, caressing the sides of his neck. “D’you want mummy to squeeze it?” he nodded eagerly, meeting his teary eyes with yours. You didn’t want to push him more to talk, but you knew James; the moment you capitulate to him, he’ll presume on it. “Use your words, darling.”

“Can – can you, mummy? Squeeze – squeeze it.” You, as the lady you are, weren’t going to reject your boyfriend’s gentle wish. Your pussy clenched around him as your hand tightened its grip on his neck. James’s incoherent whimpers blended with the snapping sounds while your hips were meeting each other at a bruising pace. His pubic bone was brushing your clit perfectly. You threw your head back, a strangled moan tearing out of your throat.

GOODBYE. THIS TOOK ME OUT. the way he's so desperate for reader to clench omgomgmggogm i would treat him so right.

James watched you with a submissive bliss in his eyes as you rode both your orgasms. He loved watching you cum, he loved knowing it’s him making you reach your climax. However, he wanted to do more to make you feel good. He knew you love being in control, but if you gave him one chance, just one chance to –

god he's so sweet :( love sub!jamie so much omg

“You know how much I love you, right?” He asked, resting his cheek on your shoulder. You nodded, waiting to see where this goes. “And – And how much I love making you feel good.” He waited for your approval. You brushed your nose to his, humming. “And I know you like – and I know you love being the one in control, I love it, too.” He changed his position, now sitting beside you, his hands soothing your arm. “I just heard that – that Moony and Pads were –”

“Ah, Them again!” You snapped, those two were always trying to dissuade James with their stupid ideas. ‘You’re the man, mate. Take the ropes in your hands.’ But James wasn’t like them, you knew it. His little mind was getting fuzzy sometimes, that’s all.

“Just listen mummy, please. Haven’t I been a good boy?” with the way he pouted his lip, how can you resist him, really? You lifted yourself, just to stand on your elbows. “I just want you to relax a bit, I – I want you to – uh,” he stuttered as his cheek turned to the sweetest shade of red. “I want you to let me spoil you, mummy, please,” he whispered, hiding his face.

MOONY. PADS. GET THE FUCK OUT. i swear they're always the culprits goddamn - but james um 😋 if you're looking for someone to spoil 😋

Your lips trailed down his neck, biting that soft spot just enough to make James whine. You giggled through his ear.“Let’s take a shower now, huh?”

“I’m–” you furrowed your brows, putting your hands on both sides of him. He glanced away. “I got a Quidditch practise, can’t be late, y’know.”

:(( jamie :((

Marlene nodded at Lily’s words, sitting beside you.“Tell me, sweetie,” she hung her arm around your shoulders. “when was the last time you and James had sex?”

“Marlene!” Lily shouted as she settled the chair on your opposite. “You can’t ask these things to people. It’s inappropriate.”

marlene is getting straight to business, i always knew i loved her 😌

“Just wanted to say good luck to my star player.” You kissed the side of his mouth before settling beside him. He rested his hands at the sides of your waist, eyes twinkling to yours.

“Are you going to come to the match?” And you wanted to hex yourself until you’re paralysed at that moment.

“Of course I will,” you said, thumb drawing little circles on his leg, your other fingers wandering upwards ever slightly. “I know this match is important,” you pressed your hand on his leg, which was millimetres away from his crotch. “And I know how nervous you are before important matches,” leaning on his ear, you whispered, “luckily, I also know how to appease you.”

calming james down while simultaneously getting him riled up before quidditch >>>>>> if he's gonna be that intense about the game i'd love to help him out 😋

“Yes, baby,” you started to unbutton his shirt. “You’ve been such a good boy f’me, you deserve an award.” squeezing his abs slightly, you kissed his bare chest. “Don’t you think so?”

i wanna squeeze his abs i just want a big handful i just wanna 🤏🤏🤏

You sat on the bed, obligating him as he told you so. He was violent, yes. And you were surprised. But the thing that surprised you the most was that you actually liked it. You were so used to James being a whiny greedy little boy, it made you forget how strong and big he is.

🥴🥴🥴 'whiny greedy' oh my god i need sub!james so bad this is not a joke

James shushed you, pressing lips to yours. “Just relax,” jogging you through the pillows, he unbuttoned your shirt, exposing more of your skin. “Lemme be a good boy and take care of you.” You whined at his words. He kissed your collarbone, down to your chest. He cupped your breasts, which were covered with his favourite lacy bra, burying his face between them.

“I love these girls,” he uttered hoarsely. Your chuckle turned into a gasp when he nipped one of them. His hands skillfully got rid of your bra, mouth attaching your nipple. He rolled his tongue over your hardening bundle, sucking and kissing it as he hummed to himself. Of course, he didn’t leave your other breast uninterested. Kneading, pinching, squeezing… Your head was thrown back, too lost in pleasure. You tug your hands on his curls, pushing down. James looked up to you before switching between your breasts.

JAMES THE BOOB MAN <3

Your cunt clenched around nothing when James started to suck your engorged clit, thighs closing around his ears, making it hard for him to hear your pretty moans. But Merlin, he was so drunk on your sweet juices, he didn’t even mind it. Just kept licking and sucking your slobbering pussy, his tongue pumping in and out.

You cried out his name over and over again, stepping closer to your orgasm with every manoeuvre of his skilled tongue. “Cum f’me, love,” he mumbled against your pulsing sex.

SO FUCKING DEAD FOR THIS MAN OH MY GOD I JUST K N O W HE AIMS TO PLEASE >>>>>

“Uhm,” he hid his face at the crook of your neck. “I might’ve came while eating you out.”

“So,” you laughed mouthfully, “can’t you handle a second round?”

haha,, james,, cumming untouched,, find me passed out on my kitchen floor rn,,

babe this was so good 🥴 thank you so much for participating in my event and thank you even more for sharing this with me!!