#i thought it was bigger. that threw me off at first. but the front room windows . . . and the closet. the basement

[whoa-where-did-the-pancakes-go]

Tried to find the house my grandparents lived in when i was little for reasons (The Memories) and i got it on the first try???

[wcnderlnds]

false hope | peter maximoff

✧ fluff/angstober day four | false hope ✧

・❥・warnings: some swearing・❥・ authors note: this is bad bc my brain just did not want to work with me hence why its a short one. also shoutout to my best friend @xmidnight-rain for the idea because i was struggling.

It was the way he carried your books to class for you, the way he offered you his jacket on cold nights, the way he always shot you a smile when you walked into a room. Those were just a few of the reasons why you were hopelessly in love with Peter Maximoff. From the very second you’d met him when you arrived at the school you’d been drawn to him. His friendly nature had pulled you in but it was his sweet, quirky personality that had made you stay. Everyday he’d always seek you out to tell you his latest joke or show you the newest thing he’d bought stole. Any compliment he threw your way made you blush, the butterflies in your stomach going into overdrive. There hadn’t been any other man that had ever made you feel this way.

You were almost certain he felt the same way, too.

Except…. he didn’t.

It was a normal day – like any other. Peter had asked you yesterday if you wanted to go out for food. With how he was flirting with you aand the big smile on his face, you'd figured it was a date. That was your first mistake. It had all been going well until Peter had leaned in and – being the complete fool that you were – you leaned in too thinking he was going for a kiss but nope. The second your lips touched his, he had speeded across the room with wide eyes.

“Wh-what… are you doing?” He asked, flustered.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry… I thought…”

“No! No, I mean… no.”

“Well, geez, thanks Peter,” you bit out sarcastically. His instant dismissal hurt.. Peter must have seen the look in your eyes because instantly he was back in front of you, his hands gently resting on the tops of your arms.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I just…” He sighed. Words were never his strong suit so he had to think of how to phrase this without hurting you. “I don’t see you in that way. You’re my friend. My pal.”

Ouch. If your heart wasn’t hurting before then it definitely was now. All the signs had been there. How could you have read it so wrong? Were you really one of those people that thought someone being nice to you meant they liked you? You brushed his hands off you, taking a step back from him. There was no way you could be so close to him now that you’d made a fool of yourself.

“But… I thought…” Tears stung at your eyes. Were they from being upset or the utter humiliation you’d just suffered? “I thought you liked me too. You… always flirt with me and give me your jacket and… wow, I’m a fucking idiot.”

“No, hey, no you’re not. Maybe I gave off the wrong impression. I’m the idiot and I’m so sorry if I’ve hurt you. That’s never been my intention. Your friendship means the world to me. I don’t have that many true friends, y’know? People who listen to me and actually want to be around me. I lead you on without realising it and I’m sorry,” he frowned, a hand running through his hair. “I should’ve been more clear.”

“Yeah.” Using the sleeve of your sweater, you wiped at your eyes. There was no way you were going to cry in front of him and make an even bigger fool of yourself. “I think I’m just gonna go now. I’ve humiliated myself enough.”

Peter made a move to grab your arm but thought better of it. He knew you needed time even if it hurt him to know that he’d hurt your feelings. So, he let you go to give you the space he knew you needed. 

tag list (ask to be added!): @juliamaximoff @lemoniiiiiii @jazz-berry @xmidnight-rain @honeymoon8

[unreliablesnake]

Tough choice (Simon Riley x reader)

Summary: After a successful mission, you get a lot of job offers. But there's one that gets your attention.

Note: We lost a hero, it's hard to fill his shoes. / This will probably get another part where Simon confesses his feelings. And tells the reader about what he thought of them during the first meeting.

Warnings: character death mentioned

Ever since that mission last year, people have been extremely interested in getting you on their side. You were swimming in options, going from briefing to briefing to find that one job which managed to pique your interest. The CIA wanted you higher up the ladder, giving you more responsibilities, while some PMC’s sniffed out what happened and were now trying to sweep you off your feet. Shadow Company offered a fortune for your services, but even Phillip Graves’s charm wasn’t enough to convince you.

And now Laswell brought you an opportunity that made you think. Task force 141. “Ask Alex for reference,” was all she said before handing you the number of Captain John Price. 

It took days to get a hold of your friend, but once you did, he spoke highly of the team he helped out every now and then. “I think they need you to fill some big shoes. A sergeant was KIA and now Ghost needs a partner on the field,” he explained.

“Ghost?”

“Mhm. Man’s a mystery, but he’s damn good at what he does. If I were you, I would go for it.”

So you called Price and organized a meeting with him. This was the first round of the interview process, the opportunity to learn more about your possible future boss, the team, and, of course, how they operate. The captain works with a sergeant called Gaz, while Ghost had worked with Soap, another sergeant who had been KIA. That latter you already knew from Alex. 

Price told you to visit the base the next time they're all there, and you gladly accepted the invitation. The team’s mystery man, the one you would have to work with, grabbed your attention. His superior spoke highly of him, and the fact Alex also emphasized that he was excellent at what he did made you curious. He certainly lived up to his call sign by keeping his identity so hidden. You didn’t know his name, you didn’t know his age, you didn’t know what he looked like. All you knew is that he was a Brit, just like Price and Gaz. 

It took your schedules to align almost four weeks, but eventually you made it to their location and were greeted by the captain as if you were already a member of their team. His warm smile brought one to your lips too, and you soon found yourselves deep in a conversation about Kate and Alex. He liked working with them, and despite Alex being labeled a deserter, the team often crossed paths with him. That was good. Meeting him every once in a while would be nice.

“Ghost is waiting for us in my office,” Price began to say, only to pause for a brief moment when he stopped in front of a door. “But I think I’ll give you two the chance to talk alone. I already told him about you, even mentioned that I want you to work with us, but he has to be the one to finalize our decision.”

Nodding, you waited for him to open the door, then stepped inside the dimly lit room. The window shades were pulled down and the only source of light came from the small lamp on the desk. Ghost was sitting in the swivel chair behind it, his eyes scanning a file that you assumed was yours.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Ghost interrupted you right away. “I want you on my team,” he stated sternly as if it was an order, then threw the file on the top of several other documents. 

Despite your best efforts to keep things professional, a snort coming from you filled the room upon hearing his words. “So does everybody else,” you informed him, slowly folding your arms over your chest. “I already turned down several offers. Convince me; why should I pick this team?”

The lieutenant stood up and walked over to you, finally letting you realize just how much bigger he was. He was intimidating, yes, but that didn’t stop you from keeping eye contact with him. “You know Laswell. If you trust her, you can trust us,” he said.

“It’s not a matter of trust.”

“Then what do you want to hear?”

A sigh left your lips. It wasn’t about the money. If it was, you would be working for Shadow Company now. To be honest, you didn’t even know what you wanted from the job. But there was one question that bugged you since you first heard about this guy. “Are you a good person?” you asked him seriously.

Since you could only see a small part of his face, you almost missed that surprised glint in his eyes. “No,” came his answer. 

For a few moments you just watched him, thinking about his response. He was honest, that you truly appreciated, but you could hear something in his voice that you couldn’t quite place yet. Regret? Pain? Doubt? Self-hate? Whatever it was, it made him sound and look human. Without realizing what you were doing, you took a step closer to him, making this giant man lean his hips against the desk to build back some distance. 

“When can I start?” 

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed the way his large fingers tightly gripped the edge of the desk at your words, as if he was trying to ground himself. Was he thinking about the sergeant he had lost? If it was you, your mind would always return to the person who died under your command. What if this one dies too? You would be asking yourself this over and over again. So you didn’t want to rush him, you just stood there and waited for him to pull himself together. 

And then, after several minutes of deafening silence, he finally spoke up. “Good decision. Price will tell you the details,” Ghost informed you before moving past you to rush out the door.

[taurusdaylight]

[6.17pm] one bed for two

jeno was driving back to his apartment. his eyes would glance over to his phone every so often, only to be met with disappointment as he waited for a text or call notification from you to pop up.

earlier today, you had agreed to go over to jeno’s place because it’s been a while since the both of you hung out together. it was a busy season for jeno, and you had countless assignments to complete. the both of you could never find a suitable time to meet. since it was the weekend tomorrow, you thought that it would be a great idea to spend the night together to make up for lost time before the both of you became busy again.

right after his training ended, jeno texted you to let you know that he’d come home immediately after taking a shower in school. however, you have yet to reply him. at first, he was upset because he thought that you might have forgotten about your little stay-home date. now, he was starting to grow worried at your lack of response and wondered if something had happened to you. he could only wish that you were waiting for him at home, not replying to him because you were occupied with something else.

when jeno got home, he didn’t notice any pair of shoes lying around the front door. the lights were also switched off despite the darkening sky. jeno’s heart grew heavy at that. did you really forget that you were supposed to meet? why didn’t you at least inform him if you were too busy?

with heavy footsteps, jeno trudged towards his room. lifting up his duffle bag from his shoulder, he almost threw it on the ground until his eyes landed on a sleeping figure on his bed. 

jeno let out a quiet laugh before he placed his bag down, careful to not wake you up from your slumber. he sat on the corner of his bed, reaching a hand out to move the stray pieces of hair away from your face. he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your temple.

that action caused you to stir awake, however gentle he was. jeno’s grin grew bigger as you looked at him with sleepy eyes, pressing another kiss on your forehead. “hi baby, did you sleep well?”

you hummed in response, wrapping your arms around jeno’s neck to bring him closer to you. jeno took comfort in your warm embrace, not remembering the last time he could hold you like this. 

burying your face into the crook of his neck, you mumbled, “missed you.” 

“missed you too, baby.” jeno moved his arms down to your waist, lifting you up and moving you ever so slightly so that he could make space for himself on the bed. 

once he finally got the both of you into a comfortable position, jeno said, “you fell asleep on me, i thought something happened to you.” 

“sorry,” you apologised. “i knew i had to take a nap so i came here early. didn’t want to oversleep at home.”

“it’s okay,” jeno reassured while he brought a hand up to pat your head. “i’m just glad you’re here.”

“how was training?” you asked.

“the usual. coach went easy on us today because we have another game soon,” jeno’s reply came slow, evident that he was starting to get sleepy. 

“well, you’re going to kill it! and i’ll be there to watch.” 

jeno let out a chuckle. “thanks, baby. you’re my biggest supporter.”

“always,” you muttered. jeno felt you tighten your arms around him, causing him to do the same. he started playing with the hem of your shirt, sneaking a hand up to rub soft circles on the small of your back. 

meanwhile, jeno’s eyelids got heavier and heavier at the feeling of you playing with his hair. before he completely drifted off to sleep, jeno heard a whisper of ���good night” and your soft lips pressed against his. he leaned in closer to your touch, hoping for a moment like this to last forever.

[faghubby]

Manhood?

"What the hell Paul, I told you I wasn't feeling good" Jen yelled smacking my hand after I had grabbed her ass on the way back to the room. I couldn't help it I was horny. She had her period last week and hated to be pawed at during that time. Now the third day into our vacation. She was still giving me the cold shoulder. She was tired from the trip the first night. Then it was time zone issues. And now after what had happened. We'll I guess I should start there.

"What happened?" I asked as Jen was holding her chest trying to put her bikini top back on.

"It broke, I got it caught on the rail getting in the hot tub" she said thru clinched teeth. There was two men sitting nearby laughing also a group of young college girls. smiling, they had been flashed for sure. I grabbed my shirt and handed it to Jen. She threw it on.

"OH god!" Jen sneard "You are enjoying this!" She motioned to my wet shorts where I was obviously excited by what had happened even though I hadn't seen it. I tried to convince her it was no big deal. We didn't know these guys. She drank her cocktail but then said she wasn't fellling well so I walked her back upstairs to our room.

"I was so embarrassed and you where like it's no big deal" Jen mumbled as she got changed. "You even got excited knowing everyone had seen my tits" she continued.

"Jen I am sure those guys loved seeing your tits" I told her.

"You got excited over those two perverts staring at me" She was surprised.

"What I don't know. I mean I got you. Nice to show you off" I tried to explain but was just digging a hole.

"You are even more fucked up then I thought. It was those girls with there perfect perky tits. That's who I was embarrassed to see my tits" Jen said slamming the bathroom door. I removed my swim trunks as Jen came storming back in.

"I bet you would of liked it if I just fucking stripped for those guys, right maybe danced on their table. I was rock hard as I pictured her doing that exact thing. Maybe I could bring them up here let then fuck me right on the balcony" she continued obviously annoyed that I was hard through this all. She stopped and grabbed some clothes out of her bag and went back to the bathroom. A moment later she came out.

"Maybe they are still there" she hissed at me and stormed out was she really going to? I threw on some shorts and chased after her. I stopped her in the hall. "ADMIT IT, YOU LOVE THE IDEA OF ME GOING DOWNSTAIRS AND LETTING THEM HAVE ME" She yelled. I freaked out

"Okay, yes I think it's hot when men watch you" I said quietly trying to quiet her.

"It's more" she hissed.

"Yes, I imagined them having you" I said looking at the floor. She turned and stormed back to the room. She had a great body but was always subconscious about her breasts one was bigger then the other but you really couldn't tell. She had a scar on her thigh from an accident she always tried to hide. She didn't say another word to me just got ready for bed again and went to sleep.

The next day a new woman was born. She openly flirted with every man in front of me. I found it all erotic but what game was she playing. She dragged me into a small shop to buy a new bikini.

"Since you like men to watch me, maybe even fuck me" she said in a nasty tone in my ear. She picked out a bright green bikini. And modeled it for me. She left the shop wearing it having me carry her clothes. She found a busy outside Cafe with a view of the beach. She sat watching men working out. As we ordered.

"So what you want to have a threesome?" Jen asked alit louder then I would of liked.

"Maybe" I whispered. She watched my face then smiled.

"You want to watch" she smirked her foot rubbed into my crotch under the table. "Always wanting me to watch porn with you" she said as everything clicked in her head. I wasn't sure that's what I wanted it was fantasy right she wouldn't actually. She spent the rest of the day flirting with men. Ignoring me other then to tease me about how hot that guy was. Or how strong he loomed. Back at our room getting ready for dinner. She stopped me.

"I am going out tonight without you, why don't you order room service and wonder who I am flirting with" Jen told me. I was stunned

"Jen, please its just a fantasy" I pleaded.

"Are you going to stop me?" She asked as she went to leave. I thought about it but just sat there. Hours passed I thought about going to look for her. But just stayed in the room. I jerked off three times thinking about what she might be doing. I fell asleep.

When I woke the sun was streaming in the room and Jen had just come back. She smiled at me. She looked a mess and headed to take a shower. I jumped in the shower. She grabbed my dick and washed it.

"Someone had a fun night" she giggled when I didn't get hard. I kissed her I wanted to hear about what had happened how could I ask. My hands roamed over her. But I still didn't get hard. I sank to my knees and kissed her pussy. Had she let a man fuck her? I licked and sucked her as she held my head. When she had enough she turned around and I stuck my tounge in her ass.

"You nasty boy" she laughed as I stood up. "I think I like you like this soft and horny" she laughed again. She never said a word about what happened. I spent every minute of the rest of the trop. Spoiling her, kissing her, never wanting to be away from her. We did have sex it was just different. I made sure to please her first. She seemed to be more confident and in control.

Two days after we returned home Jen sat me down.

"Paul, I like you to learn how to fuck me" she said holding my hands.

"What?" I said stunned.

"Shh, just listen. I love you and we make wonderful love together. But you have never been able to fuck me. Just take me. I was thinking I could invite someone over to show you" Jen said trying to be gentle.

"Don't tell me you don't want to watch, after how loving you got after we'll never mind." Jen smiled like as she remembered something. Just then the door bell rang.

"Just watch, don't say anything" Jen told me and rushed to answer the door. She returned with her ex boyfriend Pete carrying her in his arms. She kissed him. As he just basically tore her clothes off. I sat in aye and excitement as he just did this all in front of me. Jen dropped to her knees and pulled his pants off. His thick 7 inch cock smacked her in the face. She quickly took it in her mouth. I watched as she worked it until she took it all down her throat. I wanted to play with myself but was embarrassed after seeing Pete's cock. Suddenly Pete grabbed Jen by the hair pulled her to her feet and pushed her over the table. In one thrust he drove his cock balls deep into her. She squeeled. He didn't slow just fucked her with long hard thrusts. He smacked her ass a few times. Then plunged a finger into her ass.

"Please" she pleaded but he didn't stop using her own pussy juice as lube he was soon pushing two of his massive fat fingers in her ass as she bucked and moaned. He suddenly pulled out and shot his load all over her back. He then grabbed my hair and pulled me to the floor.

"Clean my slut off my cock" he commanded. I was stunned but also frightened. He was alot stronger then me. But I had also never been in a fight never less manhandled. I just did as he commanded.

"Baby, that is so hot" I heard Jen say. Pete then used my hair to guide me to Jen's ass and pushed my face into his cum.

"Baby yes clean ms too" Jen moaned. As Pete let me go. He pulled up his pants and left.

"Baby do it lick up his mess" Jen cooed. I did as she wanted. The taste wasn't bad. The texture was strange though. I ended by plunging my tounge into her used pussy. Jen stood up. And bought me to my feet. She unzipped my pants and rub me thru my briefs.

"Did you learn anything, I did my little cum sucker" Jen giggled. She then stopped playing with me. "I think I like it soft better" she told me leaving me wanting.

Later in bed Jen cuddled up to me.

"I am going to fuck alot of men from now on" she told me pulling out my dick I was hard as soon as she touched me. She stroked me slowly and rather softly. "I don't think you can learn to satisfy me like other men. I also think you enjoyed sucking Pete's cock clean" I was moaning as she told me. I couldn't hold back any longer and came on her stomach. She pushed my head down. I knew what she wanted and I licked up my own cum. It was only about a week when she introduced a chastity cage.

"I don't want you playing with it when I am out fucking real men" Jen told me. She would come home late or not at all about once a week.

She never told me anything. It was about a month when she bought Pete home one night. I was aloud to watch again. And again Pete had me clean his cock. But this time.

"Suck me hard and I will fuck your wife's ass bitch" Pete told me. I did just that I loved feeling him grow in my mouth. I strained in my cage.

"No fuck his ass" Jen told him. He grabbed me by the hair like he had Jen and bent me over the table. I was terrified this want going to happen was it. My dick hurt it was straining to escape its prison. As he lubed my ass. He fingered my ass first. I bucked alittlw trying to get free. But not really. I wanted this. He put his cock against my hole and just held it there all I felt was pressure. Then suddenly my ass gave way and pain burst thru me as the head of his cock slid in. I screamed.

"Shh, relax let him take your manhood" Jen told me kissing me. He waited a moment then started to move slowly in and out.

"Suck my fingers, focus on sucking my fingers" Jen told me softly as Pete fucked my ass. I sucked her fingers. She started to move them in and out like she was fucking my mouth. I was moaning now.

"Such a fucking faggot" Jen said as she kissed my forehead.

"Pete come in his ass fill the bitch up" she told him. Pete adjusted moving me I felt wetness on my stomach. As I realized my dick was leaking all over the table. Pete thrusts got harder then suddenly he tensed and I could feel him filling up my ass with his seed. Pete pulled out smacked my ass hard and left.

Jen rushed me into the bathroom she unlocked the cage and jumped in. The shower with me. I couldn't get hard Pete had fucked it all put of me. Jen shaved me. Everywhere.

"Your a woman now" she told me. When she was done she produced a much smaller cage. I was worried but she turned the water to cold and was able to make it fit.

"I can't see you as a man, at least not a lover. Jen told me. She handed me a pair of her cotton bikini panties.

"Jen" I wined she just tossed me a look and I put them on. After that it seemed Jen hos a dry spell for three weeks she had not been on a "date". Having me orally please her or using her vibrator to satisfy her urges which where very high now.

"We are having a party" Jen told me one night. No discussion just stated it. Two weeks on a Saturday night. She would arrange everything. After she would unlock me. She informed me. I was going crazy it had been weeks already.

Jen had handled everything the party was all set. When she handed me a little pink bag.

"Wear this tonight" I opened the bag to find a pink frilly thong. I made a face but put it on. I didn't tell Jen but I really liked this game. She watched as I changed.i went to put my jeans back on.

"No, wait" she produced a pink satin nightie to match my panties.

"I want you to kneel by the door and let everyone see what a little bitch you are." She told me. "It is time everyone knows I am available" Jen told me. "Don't worry I only invited a few discreet men." Jen told me. I wasn't sure about this. But went along with it.

"You want to suck cock, don't you" Jen teased as I knelt down and waited. My panties already wet. I almost ran when the first guest arrived my best friend. Larry. He laughed at me.

"Show him your cage. Baby" I pulled my panties forward exposing my little steel cage. Pete then unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick.

"Go ahead" Jen assured me. I took him in my mouth. Feeling him grow. I was focused on Larry. When several more men arrived.

Larry grabbed my head and pumped his load onto my mouth.

"Thanks" He said and fixed his pants. I went to stand but was pushed back dawn. A black cock shoved in my face. I looked up to see Deshawn, I worked with him. He just held his cock to my lips I took it. He was much fatter I had to open wide to suck even the head.

I could hear Jen, she was obviously getting fucked by someone. There where alot of voices. I felt some one lift my nightie and pull my thong up high. I lifted my ass as he did. Trying to focus on Deshawn I felt someone lubing my add. Working a finger in. Deshawn stepped back and came all over my face. The man playing with my ass. Pulled to my feet. I saw Jen getting split roasted as others watched. That was our neighbor. Roger I thought as I watched him fuck Jen. The other guy Jen was swallowing likea pro, worked with her. There was also Bill from my gym. And Kevin the kid that mowed the lawn. I finally turned to see the man leading me to the table. It was Nick my brother in law. He was married to Jen's sister Alice. He pushed me onto the table I laid on my back as he pushed his cock into my ass.

"Always knew you where some kind of fairy" he told me as he trust hard fucking me. He smacked my thighs abusing me. I cursed and was rewarded by someone sticking there balls in my mouth. Nick didn't cum in my ass. Instead he jumped on the table pushing whoever balls I had been sucking aside and drove his lubed dirty cock into my mouth. Pumping his load down my throat. While another cock took his place in my ass. I was flipped over and sucked Kevin cock. As Greg our mechanic drove his long thin cock in my ass. Kevin didn't last long but he paused.

"Can I have him lick my ass? "He asked someone. I didn't hear an answer just an ass shoved in my face. My lingerie was basically torn off of me by this point I was just a naked fuck toy. Kevin really enjoyed me eating his ass. Because he turned around and was hard agsin. But he was pulled back and another cock took the spot. By this time I was losing track of who was fucking me and who's cock I had sucked. At some point I was dragged over to Jen and told to clean her dirty holes. Both her pussy and ass had cum flowing out of it. I licked it all up as yet another cock fucked me. I thought it must of been Deshawn it felt so big. But I was so used up.

Jen played with my hair "you're just a play thing for men's cocks now baby. You proced to me that you will do anything for me tonight"

"Yes, anything Jen" I mumbled as the man finished in my ass.

"Mistress, I don't think Jen or baby would be appropriate anymore" She told me.

"Yes mistress" I said as someone pushed something hard and big into my ass. I sat up and removed a beer bottle from my ass. Most of the guys had left. I went to wash up. I sat on the floor of the shower crying. When Mistress found me.

"It's alright, just the lose of your manhood. We all cry when we lose something.

I woke next to Mistress knowing I would never wear anything but woman's underwear again, I would never be with a woman agsin, and I would never get out of this cage. I got up and found Larry asleep on the couch. I dropped to my knees and pulled out his cock. He moaned rubbing my head affectionately as I sucked his dick.

This story is written for a special friend and his Mistress. Hopefully she will make it come true for him

[user500269]

chilchuck tims x bimbo! reader x laios touden

summary: how your poly relationship with your little lock picker and blond himbo would start<3

wc: 1.6k

content warning: sfw (for once???), looottts of fluff

author's note: surprise!! i'm writing both lmaoooo bc i love writing sm u guys. also i saw @ququoquaw post about how they wanted more laios x reader and laios x chilchuck, so here's all of it combined teehee!! hope u enjoy !!

(alt nsfw ver. here)

it was a slow day in the dungeon today that you all decided to just set up the camp and retired for the night. you, laios and chilchuck were the only ones up, playing cards around the warmth of the fire.

"i won again," chilchuck chuckled, already anticipating his win. laios threw down his cards in defeat while you gave him a little applause, yawning quietly.

to be honest, you were already dozing off mid-game. chilchuck and laios were the real night owls. you just had fomo and didn't miss out on the fun with the "adults".

"you feelin' tired, (name)? wanna head to bed?" chilchuck cooed, pushing off his knees to stand up. he noticed the way you were eyes would close for a second to doze off every time you blinked.

"mmnn...i dunno," you yawned even bigger this time, cupping your mouth with both of your hands.

"c'mon (name)! you gotta stay up with us, we're gonna have so much fun!" laios chuckled, shaking you awake. you gasped, trying to keep your eyes as open as possible. but you only had the energy to slump against laios' shoulder.

chilchuck stifled a laugh. you reminded him of his kids when they tried to convince him they weren't tired. "no, i think someone sounds a little tired," chilchuck walked over to kneel in front of you, brushing away the hair that fell over your eyes with two fingers.

"nu-uh..." you whined, rubbing at your eyes. "'m awake, chi." you were so not awake right now. it was way past your bedtime and you couldn't even bother to open your eyes.

"okay, okay, we're bringin' you to your room, squirt," laios nodded, lifting you into his arms. your arms and legs were securely wrapped around his body, your face stuffed into his neck.

"'m not a squirt, jerk," you mumbled, landing a weak punch against his back.

they both laughed at your deliriousness, placing you in the warmth of your bed, cocooned your blanket. "she looks like a caterpillar," laios slapped a hand over his mouth, hiding a loud laugh.

chilchuck didn't say anything in response, but his shoulders were shaking from laugher.

you were almost asleep, your arms splayed out on the bed and your head lulled to the side. you were breathing shallowly, feeling sleep slowly overtake you.

"alright, time for another round, chil!" laios silently ushered chilchuck towards the door, but a hand wrapped around chilchuck's wrist. the boys looked down at you with your eyes still closed, tugging his wrist towards you.

"can you guys stay 'n sleep with me?" you brought chilchuck's hand against your cheek, nuzzling against it. both boys had a fat, soft spot for you. like they could never resist you when you asked for something.

laios didn't understand his feelings at first. he thought he had some sort of "brotherly obligation" towards you like falin, but he quickly realized it was a lot different than that.

chilchuck, on the otherhand, was in denial for so long. he just thought you were ditzy and clingy. he didn't have the energy to deal with you at first. plus, he didn't even have any desire to date anymore. unfortunately, there were many times when you could be stupidly cute like this.

"y-yeah...we can. right, chil?" laios rubbed his neck awkwardly, looking at chilchuck for approval.

chilchuck bit his inner cheek in contemplation, looking down at the way you were leaning against the back of his hand like a puppy. "yeah, we can," he nodded, giving laios the same look.

they'd be so awkward slipping under your sheets, laying on either side of you to sandwich you in the middle. they kept a reasonable distance, not too reasonable since the bed was small and laios was a giant in comparison.

it would be so quiet. your eyes were still closed but your heart was racing. even if you opened your eyes, you wouldn't be able to see anything since it was so dark. you just laid there with your hands clasped on your chest.

"ummm...." laios started, cutting the silence. "am i taking up too much space?" he was nearly falling off the bed, just balancing on the edge of the mattress.

you pulled him closer towards you and chilchuck. "c'mere, lai," you nestled yourself safely into laois' chest, while pressing your back against chilchuck's chest. you could feel both hearts beat rapidly along with yours.

"thanks," laois mumbled, carefully putting an arm right above your head on the extra space of the pillow. his free arm was loosely wrapped around your head as he lightly patted the back.

chilchuck would grumble something about wanting more attention, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder.

he was so close that you could feel his breath tickle your ears. it made you feel so tingly. "is this okay?" chilchuck pouted with puffed cheeks as you nodded, flushed. "i think it's time for us to sleep now, hm?" he rubbed your hips softly, lulling you to sleep.

"sweet dreams, (name)," laios hugged you tightly, ruffling your hair gently. chilchuck would be already asleep and laios would lay awake thinking about how small you felt in his arms.

the next morning, you and chilchuck would be well-rested, looking like babies fresh out the womb. laios would have the deepest dark circles, devoid of any rest.

"slept so well!" you were already sitting up, stretching out your arms with a hearty yawn. "what about you two?" you looked at them expectantly.

"that's good to hear. i slept like a rock honestly," chilchuck chuckled, combing through your messy strands of hair. "can't say the say for him though," he looked down at the way laios was trying to hide under the blankets from the bright rays shining through your window.

"uuuughhhhh....." laios whined, stuffing his face deeper into the pillow.

you pouted at his sorry state, lifting the blanket to reveal a very tired laios. "aw, you didn't sleep so well, did you lai?" you frowned, carding your fingers through his blond locks.

"no. i was too scared that i was gonna roll over and kill you in my sleep, so i just stayed up all night," he groaned, clutching his throbbing head in a tight grasp.

you stifled a laugh, covering your mouth with your hands. "you're so silly, lai," you giggled, biting back your smile. "'m tougher than you think," you flexed your arms, patting them lightly with a big smile.

laios looked at you with his mouth agape. he didn't know if it was because of the rays of sun or if you were just naturally this beautiful, but you were extra pretty smiling like that.

"i am so in love with you." he'd blurt out, thinking with his heart and not his head.

you lowered your arm, mirroring the surprised look on his face. chilchuck smacked his forehead, sighing. "what he meant to say is-"

"no, i meant it, (name)," laios cut him off, clasping your hands in his and looking up at you with serious look. chilchuck didn't expect him to be so bold, emotions stirring up inside of him. he didn't know if should add his piece into this mess.

"oh." you looked at him, not a single thought behind those eyes.

"i'm sorry if i messed things up between us, but i just had to tell you. i didn't mean to just blurt it out like that," laios apologized, removing his hands from your hastily.

"no, 's not like that, lai," you put your hands up, shaking your head. "'s just i like chi," you bit your lip, cheeks flushed.

both boys looked at you dumbfounded. one heartbroken, one with an equally flushed expression like yours.

"but i like you too, lai!" you reassured him, placing your hands on his. "i like...both of you," you frowned, feeling embarrassed from your confession.

it's not that you only liked one of them, but both of them. and you were having a hard time choosing which one you wanted, knowing both would be too greedy.

it was silent for a moment, but not for too long. both boys had figured out a way to ease your predicament. one look at each other and instantly figured out a solution.

"well, i like you. and chil likes you too, so," laios started, rubbing his neck.

"would you be open to dating us both?" chilchuck mumbled, his neck completely flushed. chilchuck was familiar with sharing since having kids, but sharing a lover with his best friend was completely different.

it wasn't that he was against it at all, it was just new. it flustered him. knowing he'd be dating both of you if you agreed with their proposal.

naturally, your eyes lit up at their suggestion. "really?" your smile was almost blinding, your cheeks flushed in excitement.

"yeah," the two boys looked at each other, nodding.

your squeal was almost deafening. you wrapped an arm around each boy, pulling them in and kicking your feet under the blanket. the happiness you felt was fathomable.

"you're both mine, eee!" you sung, rubbing your cheek against chilchuck's amber hair. "and you're both each others' too!" you gasped, looking at both boys.

"that's so cool!" you cheered, hugging them both tighter than before.

as tired as laios was, he could only indulge in your happiness. and as much as chilchuck didn't want to admit, you were the prettiest when you were happy.

the entire morning consisted of you goofing off with your himbo + dilf boyfriends !!

[annasfantasies]

Pillow fight

/friends to lovers, Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summery: your friend Bucky is back from mission and visited you

Warnings: kissing, inappropriate thoughts, grammar, female nickname(doll), LET ME KNOW IF ANYTHING ELSE

Word count: 1493

materlist

ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE

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I was reading in my living room when I was interrupted by a knock on the front door. I sighed and placed a bookmark between two pages of the book, stood up and walked to the door through a small hallway, covered in a brow blanket.

Before I opened the door, I got on my toes and looked through the peephole. Surprise shot through my whole body. I quickly unlock the door and open them.

There he stood. Messy brown hair, sharp jawline, bright blue eyes staring right at me, pink lips -I've dreamed about them so many times that it's embarrassing- that are turned into small smile.

"What are you doing here?!"

I asked a little too loudly and threw myself onto him. His strong arms circled around my waist whilst mine were around his neck. I buried my face into his neck, his cologne hitting me right away. He always smells so good.

I haven't seen him in days.

I could feel his smile get bigger against my hair. "Promised you to come see you right after I'm back." He whispered.

"Yeah but you said that you would be back the next Friday." I said and pulled away to look at him, our arms still around each other.

He looked at me and moved his right hand to my face to brush away my hair. My heart skipped a beat and I could feel my cheeks turning into light pink colour.

"The mission just ended sooner than we expected." He was still looking at me. This man is perfect. And my crush on him grows bigger yet again.I nod in understanding.

"So can I come in?" He asked after few seconds.

My eyes widened. I got lost in my thoughts and his eyes and the feeling of being so close to him that I forgot to invite him in."Of course." I nodded sharply and chuckled nervously.

We pulled away from each other, I turned and went inside. Bucky followed me.

Once we were I inside he closed the door behind himself, took his shoes off and followed me to the living room.

"Do you want tea, coffee or beer?" I asked him and watched as he walked to the sofa and sat down.

"Water, please." he smiled. I turned around and made my way to the kitchen. I got out a clean glass and filled it with water. Then I went back and handled him the glass and sat next to him. He thanked me and took sip, after he placed it on the coffee table.

I sat next to him and pulled the blanket tighter around me. "So... how was the mission?" I slightly tilted my head to my right and frowned a little.

"It was good. Everything went smoothly." He said and got more comfortable  by spreading his legs and throwing his head on the sofa. There is something so attractive about men doing this. I had to look away and hold the blanket tighter.

"How have you been?" I hear him say so I look at him again. He is looking at me again and having that soft little smile on his lips.

"Except being stressed from work I was actually good." I say, matching his smile.

He frowned. "That idiot is giving you hard time again?" He really doesn't like my boss.

"Yes, plus do you remember the colleague I told you about like two weeks ago?" I pull my knees to my chest so now I'm sitting with my front turned to him.

"The one that acts like creep?" He straightens up and tilts his head again. He looks like he is ready to track him down and do illegal things to him.

"Yes." Before I can continue he cuts me off.

"Did he do something to you? If I find out that he tried to touch you without your consent then I will find him and-"

"No no, he didn't do anything." I quickly cut him of as well before he can continue and tell me how he would kill him. "He just gave me flowers and chocolate."

He narrowed his eyes and frowned. "I don't like him."

I shook my head at him and chuckled. "Me neither, but you said to tell you everything he does, so."

"I know." He says and after few minutes of a rain being the only thing being heard he placed his legs on the coffee table.

I glared at him even thought he couldn't see me because he was looking out of a window, he could feel me staring at him tho because I could see  smirk growing on his lips.

I took one of many pillows I had on the couch and hit him with it in the face. "Hey!" He exclaimed and glared at me. "Why would you do that?" He asked innocently.

"Put those nasty feet of my table." I narrowed my eyes at him and tried not to laugh.

"Or what?" He licked his lips, my eyes automatically dropped to them for a second and then the smirk was back and even bigger.

"Or I will hit you again." I try to at least sound a little intimidating and confident but fail.

"Oh I'm scared." He said sarcastically and threw his hands in the air beside his head.

I stretched out to hit him again but he caught my wrists and hold them above my head.

"Hey!" I complained and tried to get out of this hold but failed. "You can't do this"

"Why not?" He tilted his head to the side and smirked at me.

"It's against the rules." I raised my brow and say it like it's obvious.

He just laughed at me and shook his head. "Who made this rules?"

"I did" I rolled my eyes and tried to get free again. That made him tighten his hold and raise his eyebrow.

"Stop trying, we both know there is no chance for you to get free."

I rolled my eyes and tried again. This time he moved his flesh hand to my waist and pushed me on the sofa; so now I was laying on my back and he was on top of me still holding my hands above me with his other hand. Well, at least he took his feet off the table.

In the process I accidentally dropped the pillow. "Bucky!" I gasped.

He licked his lips again. His lower body is between my legs and dangerously close to my pussy. I bet I look like a tomato right now. "What will you do now hmm?"

I opened my mouth to say something, anything but nothing came out. My breathing got heavier, my temperature grew higher and my pulse quickened.

"Cat got your tongue, doll?" He moved closer. It wasn't the first time he called me 'doll' but every time I get butterflies. The nickname will be the death of me.

"Hmm?" He tilted his head to a side when I didn't reply. I swallowed hard and his eyes dropped to my throat. I don't know why but they seemed darker. His grip on my waist and hands tightened causing me to bite my bottom lip. A whimper almost came out of me but luckily got stuck in my throat.

He looked into my eyes again and moved closer, our faces just millimetres away from each other and our noses almost touching. "I like it when you blush."

Oh god, this man knows what to say to make girl nervous, and what to do to make her horny.

His hand released my hands and slid to my face. He cupped my left cheek and stroked it.

I opened my mouth to say something but I don't know what. This is the first time we were this close. Him being on top of me, holding me and cupping my cheek. I always dreamed of this and other things that involved Bucky.

He moved again and our noses were touching. "Bucky." I breathlessly said. Are we about to kiss? Am I dreaming, drugged or is this really happening?

He said my name and gave me the look where he was silently asking if it's okay. I nodded and he finally leaned in.

Our lips touched, our eyes closed and butterflies exploded in my belly. We kissed like our lives depend on it. It's full of passion but also hunger.

He pulls away when our lungs burn due to a lack of oxygen. I could still feel the feeling of his lips agains mine.

Now that I know how he kisses I need more of it. I put my hands on his cheeks and pulled him back. This one was even better. Deeper.

I suddenly felt his tongue sliding across my bottom lip which caused me to open my mouth in shock. His warm tongue slid into my mouth and found mine. We fought for dominance but he won. For now.

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A/N: hii this is my first fic I have ever written in English so please tell me if there are any mistakes, thank you (if anyone will even read it😭). Feel free to leave comment or reblog🫶

[obsidianimagines]

All of Time and Space

After a would-be alien invasion, The Doctor offers you the opportunity to travel with him in the TARDIS.

Ten × gn!reader

Warnings: None

"This is supposed to be a spaceship?" With a raised eyebrow, you looked away from the blue box and back to the pinstripe suited man—The Doctor, he'd called himself—his hands shoved in the pockets of his trousers. "It's just an old Police Box."

"Well, looks can be deceiving, can't they?" The Doctor headed towards the box once again, taking your hand to bring you along.

He'd been doing that on and off for the last few hours, holding on tight as the two of you ran from the strange aliens that had apparently infiltrated your workplace. You helped The Doctor send them back to where they came from, only for him to give you an enticing offer.

"You and me. All of time and space. What do you say?"

Even after what you'd witnessed that day, seeing more than just your little corner of planet Earth still seemed far-fetched. But something in The Doctor's eyes told you that you could trust him with your life without knowing him for more than a single afternoon.

You shook the thought away just as the two of you reached the door, and he pushed it open for you, nodding his head towards the inside. "Go on then, give her a look."

Seeing the blue box made you start to rethink that a little bit. Sure, he'd stopped an alien invasion like it was something he dealt with every day, but what if he was just some madman? And even if the box really could travel through time and space, how could the two of you fit in the thing? The Doctor was quite slim, yes, but the idea of being in such close quarters with him...

Hesitantly, you let go of him as you stepped in.

Instead of a dark, cramped box, you found a warmly lit room. The walls were covered in a hexagonal pattern, and it had what looked like curvy support beams spaced around it. In the center of it all sat a console, litered with various knobs and buttons and screens.

And the sound...almost like the ship had a heartbeat.

You didn't even notice that The Doctor had already ran past you and to the console, tossing his trench coat onto the padded railing. He flipped a switch, watching as you took in your surroundings. There was something he enjoyed about seeing others be awestruck at the sight of his beloved TARDIS.

Unsurprisingly, the first thing you said was, "It's...it's bigger on the inside."

"It's called the TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension in Space." The Doctor leaned on the edge of the console, his hands resting on either side of him as he looked at you expectantly. "Fancy a trip?"

You walked towards him, still looking at the room and wondering if you were dreaming. "You said 'all of time and space'..." Stopping in front of him, you smiled. "How could I not?"

The Doctor grinned and, in an instant, began pushing buttons and flipping even more switches. "The question is...past or future?"

"Future," you said without a thought. "Show me something amazing."

"Coming right up!" The Doctor stopped running around the console to pull a lever, and the TARDIS began to make a strange grinding noise. You found yourself glad for the railing as the ship's movements threw you around a bit. The Doctor seemed unfazed by that, continuing to pilot the ship.

Finally, the TARDIS came to a stop, and you were able to let go.

"Sorry about that," The Doctor said, already moving towards the exit. "Her navigation system can be a bit tricky."

"A warning might have been nice." You jogged to catch up to him, stopping in front of the doors.

The Doctor looked over at you with a smile, "Ready to see the future?"

When he opened the door, your first thought was that it was most definitely not Earth, evidenced by the twin suns in the sky. The buildings looked almost to be made of pure gold, all shining bright where the sun hit them. Dreaming felt like even more of a possibility at the sight of a place so beautiful. "Something amazing: check."

Before The Doctor could say that it wasn't where he meant to bring you, you grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the ship. "What are we waiting for? Let's look around!"

"So..." you began, catching your breath as you slumped down in the chair that you had neglected to notice on your first flight a few hours earlier. The Doctor had just landed the TARDIS somewhere else, but you hadn't asked about that yet. "Do your trips usually end with trouble?"

He leaned against the railing, not quite as worn out as you were after all that running. It wasn't his first rodeo with killer robots. "More or less. Mostly more." He looked down at you with an eyebrow quirked. "Why? Have you changed your mind?"

"No way." You eagerly stood up next to him. "What's next?"

The Doctor didn't hesitate to return to the console and whisk you away again.

[snowseasonmademe]

A Beloved Reunion

word count: 8,275

warning ‼️: smut !

paring: levi x black female reader

summary: levi come home after being away for what feels like an eternity and you both properly welcome him home.

note: hi everyone! here’s my first levi fic. i know it’s long yall but it’s real good (😏). thanks to the anon who asked me to wrote this. it actually took a lot longer than i thought it would but i like writing anyway so it’s okay. as i said in my last post im gonna go for a bit because the people on this app are insane. one of my moots had to leave completely and im really upset about it. nobody should ever be doxxed over a football debate. anyway y’all, enjoy this super sweet lover boy levi. and ofc tell me what you think !

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The sound of the front door opening was soft, almost hesitant, but it yanked you out of your restless sleep. For a moment, you thought you were imagining things, but then the creak of the floorboards—that familiar creak—sent a jolt through you. Your heart raced as realization sank in: Levi was home.

You threw the duvet off, feet barely brushing the floor as you padded quickly toward the living room. Outside, rain pattered against the windows, its rhythmic drumming a perfect backdrop to the storm of emotions brewing inside you. Twelve days. Twelve long days without him. The ache of his absence had been a constant companion, and now, finally, it was over.

When you saw him standing there, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his dark curls slightly mussed, you froze. He looked… different. His shoulders, already broad, seemed even wider, stretching the fabric of his hoodie. His chest looked fuller, tapering down to a trim waist that hinted at hours in the gym. Even his arms—strong before—seemed impossibly bigger now, the sleeves of his hoodie hugging them snugly. You stared, unblinking, as your gaze trailed down the sharp cut of his jaw, now more defined, the slight scruff on his face only adding to his rugged appeal.

"Hi my love" he said, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

You didn't respond immediately, your brain still catching up with your heart. He looked… good. Better than good. He looked like every fantasy you'd conjured in his absence, but somehow even better. He wasn't just Levi; he was Levi 2.0, impossibly more attractive, and the sight of him left your mouth dry.

When you finally moved, it was instinctive. You closed the distance between you in a few quick strides, throwing your arms around his waist and pressing yourself against him. His bag hit the floor with a heavy thud, and his arms were around you just as quickly, holding you tightly. His body was firm, solid in a way that made you feel safe and something more… something hotter.

He buried his face into your neck, his warm breath brushing your skin as he inhaled deeply. "God I missed you" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

"Twelve days" you whispered, your voice trembling as your hands roamed over his back, the muscles there impossibly hard beneath his hoodie. "It felt like a year."

"Never again" he promised, his lips brushing your skin. "I mean it babe. I'm not going that long without you. I barely slept."

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands framing your face. His thumbs stroked your cheeks as if to memorize your touch all over again. His brown eyes, soft and glassy with emotion, searched yours. "God I missed you" he said again, his voice raw. "I missed everything about you."

You let your fingers trace the curve of his jawline, noting how much sharper it felt, and how his cheekbones stood out just a bit more. "Missed you too baby" you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. Then, unable to help yourself, you added, "But you've been busy lifting semi-trucks, haven't you? Look at you—what are they feeding you on during training?"

His grin was sheepish, but his eyes sparkled with warmth. "You like it?" he teased, stepping back slightly to flex his arm. The movement was playful, and sexy. The way his bicep strained against the fabric of his hoodie made your breath hitch.

"Like it?" you repeated, the heat in your tone unmistakable as your gaze shamelessly roamed his frame. "I love it."

His grin widened, and he closed the space between you again, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. "I was hoping you'd notice" he said softly, his voice laced with amusement.

"Notice?" You gave him a teasing smirk, though your pulse was racing. "Baby it's hard not to notice."

The way you said it—low and full of heat—made him chuckle, though a faint blush crept up his neck. "Alright, alright" he said, shaking his head but clearly pleased. "Let me shower first. I smell like plane air."

You tilted your head, giving him an exaggerated sniff. "Yeah, you do" you teased, though the playful glint in your eyes softened with longing. "Go on then. Twenty minutes tops."

"I’ll make it eighteen" he promised, already heading toward the bathroom. But before disappearing through the doorway, he turned back, catching you staring at him with a look that made his smirk return. And as he disappeared, you found yourself biting your lip, heart pounding. If Levi thought you'd missed him before, he had no idea just how much you missed all of him now.

When he returned, the sight of him stole your breath. His skin was still damp from the shower, a few rogue droplets clinging to the sharp lines of his collarbone and trailing down his chest, disappearing beneath the crisp white T-shirt that clung to him like a second skin. His hair was darker now, wet and curling at the edges, framing his sharp temples in a way that made your stomach flutter. He looked like a dream—one so vivid it felt impossible to look away.

The shirt, stretched over his impossibly broad shoulders and snug against the defined ridges of his chest, left little to the imagination. It was unfair, really, how good he looked—bigger, stronger, and somehow even more magnetic than before. Your gaze shamelessly roamed his frame, lingering on the way his forearms flexed as he wiped his hand over his face, brushing away the lingering wetness from his shower. Even the slight scruff along his jaw, dark and rugged, only added to the devastating effect he had on you.

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you drank him in, your pulse quickening with each second you spent staring. It was almost ridiculous how turned on you were, how seeing him like this—freshly showered, built like a work of art, and effortlessly beautiful—sent a wave of longing crashing over you. Your fingers tightened around the duvet as you tried to keep your composure, but it was useless. He was yours, and right now, all you wanted was to feel him, to have him.

Without hesitation, Levi crawled into bed beside you, pulling you close as though you were the only thing tethering him to the earth. The warmth of his freshly showered skin seeped into you, and the clean, masculine scent of his soap made your head spin. Your cheek rested against his chest, the firm muscle beneath rising and falling steadily, but the feeling of his body—newly bulked and impossibly solid—was making it hard to focus on anything else.

"You're not allowed to leave me again" he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head as his arm curled possessively around you. "I don't care if the Queen herself calls you. You're staying right here."

His voice was low, rough with fatigue, but there was an unmistakable edge of need in it. You let out a soft laugh, your fingers trailing over the planes of his chest. The shirt was no barrier to the heat of him, nor the way the muscles shifted beneath your touch. "And here I thought you were the busy one" you teased, though your voice betrayed how distracted you were by the sheer physicality of him.

"Don't care" he muttered, his grip tightening as he pressed a kiss into your hair. "We'll figure it out. I'm not sleeping without you again babe. It was torture."

You tilted your head to look up at him, your hand sliding up to cup his cheek. His jawline, more defined than ever, felt sharp beneath your fingers, and the slight scruff there added a ruggedness that made your heart race. "You're so clingy" you teased softly, though your pulse was hammering.

"Just making up for lost time" he countered with a smirk, his brown eyes glinting as he leaned down to press his lips to yours. The kiss started slow, his lips warm and soft against yours. He kissed you like he was rediscovering every inch of you, savoring the way you fit against him, the way your lips moved together. You pulled back, admiring how sexy he was, even when he was exhausted.

"What are you looking at?" he asked sarcastically. "I'm looking at you Levi, you look so good right now….It's a problem. How am I supposed to focus when you look this good?". His laughter was soft, rumbling in his chest as he tightened his hold on you. "Good thing you don't need to focus right now" he murmured, his lips brushing your ear. "Just relax love. I'm not going anywhere."

But relaxing was easier said than done with him this close, his freshly showered skin warm against yours, and the scent of his soap—clean and masculine—making your head spin. Your fingers couldn't stop exploring, tracing over every ridge and curve as if memorizing him all over again. It was impossible not to notice how much bigger he felt, how every part of him seemed stronger, harder.

"You're dangerous, you know that?" you whispered, tilting your head to look up at him.

"Dangerous?" he repeated, his brow arching playfully.

"For my sanity" you clarified, though your voice trembled with the depth of your desire.

His gaze softened, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. "You're the one driving me mad" he murmured against your mouth, his voice rough with emotion. "You have no idea how much I missed you."

And just like that, the teasing gave way to something deeper, more urgent. His kisses deepened, the slow burn of longing igniting between you, and every touch, every whispered word, reminded you that he was yours—stronger, more beautiful, and impossibly more irresistible than ever.

When you pulled back, slightly breathless, he whispered, "I love you. So much. It actually hurts being away from you."

His voice cracked slightly on the last word, and it made your chest ache. "I love you too" you murmured, your fingers tangling in his curls. They were softer than you expected, and you couldn't resist tugging lightly, just to feel the way he melted into your touch. "More than anything."

His kisses deepened, the feeling of yearning changed into something more urgent. His hands roamed your body with a reverence that made your heart ache, as if he were memorizing every curve, every dip. The feel of his larger, stronger hands on your waist sent a wave of heat through you, and you couldn't stop yourself from pressing closer.

"I need you" he breathed against your skin, his voice thick with raw emotion. "I need you, baby. Right now. Please."

There was something almost desperate in his tone, a vulnerability that made your chest tighten. "I'm yours" you whispered, your voice barely audible as your lips brushed his. "I'm right here"

His response was a low, guttural sound as he kissed you again, this time with a hunger that left you trembling. His hands explored you with a tenderness that belied the strength behind them, mapping every inch of your body like he was relearning you after too long apart. His lips pressed soft, heated kisses along your neck, his whispered words of love and longing sending shivers down your spine.

"Every damn night, I missed this. Missed you. Missed your touch, your smell, the way you feel…"

"I thought about this every night" he confessed between kisses, his voice rough. His words trailed off as his lips found yours again, his hands cradling your face as though you were the most precious thing in the world. He kissed you with an intensity that left no doubt of how much he'd missed you, his body pressing against yours in a way that made you ache for him. The heat between you grew with every press of his lips, every sweep of his tongue against yours. It wasn't rushed—if anything, it felt intentional, as though he wanted to savor every second of this moment after being apart for so long.

The rain outside created a soft, rhythmic melody, its steady patter a comforting contrast to the rising tension in the room. Levi shifted slightly, leaning over you, his hand slipping to your waist as he deepened the kiss. His thumb brushed the bare skin just above your hip, sending shivers through you. The weight of his body pressing against yours was grounding, his strength and warmth a stark reminder of just how much you'd missed him.

When he finally pulled back, both of you slightly breathless, he rested his forehead against yours. His warm, brown eyes searched yours, filled with something raw and unfiltered. "I love you" he whispered, his voice low and full of yearning. "I don't think I even realized how much I need you until I didn't have you."

His words made your chest tighten, and you reached up to cup his face, your thumbs brushing the sharp line of his jaw. "You have me now" you whispered back, your voice trembling with emotion. "I love you too Levi"

Levi exhaled slowly as if grounding himself in your words. He kissed you again, this time even slower, even gentler, his lips exploring yours with a reverence that made you drip. His hands moved to cradle the sides of your neck, his thumbs brushing over your pulse points. It felt as though he wanted to feel every part of you, as though he couldn't get close enough.

The warmth of his freshly showered skin seeped into yours as he shifted again, his body settling more fully against you. One of his hands slid down your side, his palm wide and firm as it mapped the curve of your waist. When his fingers skimmed the bare skin beneath the hem of your oversized T-shirt, you felt a jolt of heat spark through you.

"You're unreal" he murmured, his voice rough, his gaze locked onto yours. The way he looked at you—like you were the only thing that mattered in the world—made you feel both cherished and desired in a way that left you breathless.

His lips returned to yours, trailing kisses down your jaw and neck, taking his time as he lingered over the sensitive spots that made you shiver. You could feel his body tensing against you, the strength in his arms caging you in without ever making you feel trapped. His kisses grew hungrier, the gentle pressure of his lips giving way to something deeper, more demanding.

His strong hands pushed the hem of your—his—oversized T-shirt up, revealing the soft skin of your bare torso. The room's cool air contrasted deliciously with his touch's heat, making you shiver. His fingers brushed along your sides, pausing just below your ribs, before sliding down to the waistband of your panties. He hooked a finger under the fabric and pushed them down with extreme leisure, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made you feel utterly exposed and completely worshipped all at once.

He stilled for a moment, his calloused fingertips tracing lazy patterns on your inner thighs, sending shivers coursing through your body. His touch was featherlight, as if savoring the feel of your skin beneath his hands, but the intensity in his eyes told a different story. His gaze flicked downward, lingering where his hands rested just shy of where you wanted him most. When his eyes finally met yours again, they were darker than you'd ever seen them, filled with an unmistakable hunger that sent heat pooling low in your stomach.

You felt utterly exposed under his gaze, his presence overwhelming in the most intoxicating way. The sound of the rain against the window faded into the background, leaving only the rhythm of your breaths and the electric tension between you. His thumb shifted slightly, brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and your breath hitched. You felt like a tightly coiled spring, every nerve ending attuned to him, waiting, aching for his next move.

Levi's chest rose and fell heavily as he stared at you, his lips slightly parted. The air between you crackled with anticipation, and you could see the subtle clench of his jaw as if he was holding himself back. "You're perfect" he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "I don't think you understand what you do to me."

His words sent a flush of heat through you, and your thighs instinctively pressed together, desperate for some kind of relief. But Levi's hands immediately slid to your knees, gently prying them apart as his gaze pinned you in place. "No" he said softly but firmly, his voice thick with desire. "Don't hide from me. Let me see you."

The vulnerability in the moment made your pulse race, but the intensity of his gaze—filled with reverence and raw need—gave you the courage to relax under his touch. His hands slid back up your thighs, this time with more purpose, the pads of his fingers pressing into your skin in a way that left you trembling. He leaned down, his broad shoulders framing your view, his curls brushing against your bare thighs as he moved closer.

The first brush of his lips against the inside of your thigh made you gasp, the warmth of his mouth contrasting with the cool air of the room. He took his time, placing wet kisses along your skin, his scruff adding an edge of roughness that sent sparks shooting through you. Each kiss brought him closer to where you needed him, but he never rushed, savoring every inch of you as though you were the most precious thing he'd ever touched.

"Levi" you whispered, your voice barely audible, but he heard you. He glanced up, his eyes locking with yours, and the corner of his mouth lifted in the faintest smirk.

"Be patient with me baby" he said, his voice a low rasp that sent a shiver through you. "I've waited twelve days for this. I'm gonna take my time."

His words hung in the air, thick with promise, as his hands moved to your hips, grounding you beneath his touch. He exhaled, his warm breath ghosting over your most sensitive spot, and your body reacted instantly, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

"Fuck I missed this pretty pussy baby" he rasped, his voice vibrating against your skin as he finally leaned in. His warm breath fanned over your pussy, sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through you. His hands, now firm and steady, rested on your stomach, holding you in place as he finally gave in to his need for you.

His first lick was soft, almost teasing—just a gentle swipe over your sensitive bundle of nerves, as if testing the waters. Your body shuddered in response, a throaty moan spilling from your lips before you could stop it. He smiled against your clit, the curve of his lips wicked and full of intent.

"You taste even better than I remembered" he murmured, his voice low and husky, the vibrations of his words sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

Your breath hitched, your fingers gripping the sheets as he pressed his tongue flat against you, dragging it slowly from your entrance to your clit. The pace was maddening, his every movement calculated to unravel you. He delved deeper, parting your folds with his tongue to taste every inch of you, like a man savoring the thing he craved most in the world.

He groaned against your skin, his hands gripping your thighs firmly to hold you in place.

"Mmmm” You whimpered, your body trembling as he took his time exploring you. Each swipe of his tongue was precise, teasing and torturous in equal measure. His hands slid upward, fingers splaying over your hips before making their way to your breasts. He cupped them gently, his thumbs circling your nipples in time with the strokes of his tongue, doubling the pleasure coursing through your body.

"Oh Please" you gasped, your hands flying to his hair, desperate to anchor yourself as your hips bucked against his mouth. "I need more- I need you inside. Please. I missed you. I just want to feel you baby"

His groan was guttural, the weight of your words spurring him on. He curled his fingers under your thighs, pulling your legs further over his shoulders to open you up completely. "Fuck, I love hearing you say that" he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. His lips returned to your clit, this time sucking gently before releasing it with a wet pop that had you crying out. His tongue worked in small circles, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from you while his hands gripped your thighs with enough force to leave marks.

"You're so beautiful like this" he said between licks, his voice laced with awe. "Open up a little bit more for me". You did. You spread your legs wider than before, letting him taste even more of you.

You could barely form words, your body arching against him as the tension in your core built to an almost unbearable peak. "Please, don't stop. Don't tease me… I'm so close." you stammered, your voice breaking with need.

He slowed his pace , his lips ghosting over your clit instead of diving back in. "Not yet" he murmured with a smirk, his eyes dark with a mix of love and hunger as he looked up at you. "I want to take my time"

His tongue flicked over you again, this time paired with the scrape of his teeth—a sensation so unexpected and electrifying that it left you gasping. "Say it" he demanded softly, his fingers digging into your thighs as he pressed closer. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours" you choked out, your voice trembling with desperation. "I've always been yours. I'll always be yours. Just—please—don't make me wait any longer."

His groan vibrated against you, the sound dripping with triumph and desire. "That's my girl" he whispered before his mouth returned to you with renewed purpose, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to drive you over the edge. This time, he didn't stop—didn't back off—giving you everything you needed, everything you'd been yearning for.

And when you shattered beneath him, your cries filling the room, he held you tighter, drinking in every sound, every tremor, as though he needed it just as much as you. You tried pushing his head away, to stop you from being overstimulated but, he didnt move.

"Wait, Im not done yet baby" he murmured against your core, his voice a low rumble that sent vibrations straight through you. His warm breath fanned over your most sensitive place, making your thighs tremble. "I'm not done tasting you yet. I need more" His lips pressed a lingering kiss against your clit, soft and reverent, before he dipped back down, his tongue thrusting deep inside you.

The movement was steady at first, his tongue curling up to press against that spot that made your hips buck uncontrollably. A low groan escaped him as he felt your body respond, his hands tightening on your thighs to hold you in place. "Taste so good" he whispered, the words barely audible over the wet sounds of his mouth working against you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently, desperate for more. "Please" you gasped, your voice trembling. "Don't stop… please don't stop."

He glanced up at you, his eyes dark with hunger but soft with affection. One of his hands slid upward, his fingers pinching your nipple softly, sending shocks of pleasure through you. The other hand trailed down to your entrance, teasing you with just the tip of his finger, slipping inside briefly before pulling back again. He chuckled low in his throat at the way your hips sought him out, your need for him evident. His mouth resumed its heavenly rhythm, alternating between gentle sucking and firm pressure with his tongue. The sensations overwhelmed you, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as his skilled mouth worked you closer and closer to the edge.

"I really need you" you whimpered, your voice breathless as your hips arched toward him. "I've missed this so much. I've missed you. Please—" His pace quickened in response, his mouth firm against you now, his tongue moving in tandem with the finger he finally pushed inside you. He curled it just right, coaxing cries of pleasure from your lips, before adding a second finger, stretching you in the most delicious way.

"Oh my god yes" you cried out, your voice trembling with desperation. "Oh Im gonna cum, Im gonna cum". The raw need in your voice pushed him further. He moved one hand to press firmly against your lower belly, angling you perfectly to feel every flick of his tongue and stroke of his fingers. "That's it" he urged, his voice thick with satisfaction as he buried his face between your thighs. “Give it to me."

His nose pressed against your clit as he lapped furiously, his fingers pumping in and out with a rhythm so precise it left you helpless against the onslaught of pleasure. Your body began to tremble uncontrollably, your thighs quivering against his shoulders as your orgasm built impossibly high.

And then it hit you, the wave of pleasure crashing over you so intensely that it left you crying out his name, your back arching completely off the bed. Your entire body convulsed, wave after wave of ecstasy wracking you as your vision blurred and whitened. His name was the only word you could manage as your pussy clenched around his fingers, dripping against his mouth as he continued to devour you, drawing out every last spasm of pleasure.

When you finally stilled, trembling and spent, he kissed your inner thigh softly, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your hips. "Fucking delicious" he murmured, his voice filled with pride and love. You couldn't speak, your chest heaving as you reached for him, needing his warmth, his touch, his everything. And he was there, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close as you basked in the aftershocks of his love and devotion.

As the final tremors of your orgasm subsided, he licked his lips, savoring your taste like the finest dessert. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, dark and filled with a mix of pride and unrestrained desire as if your pleasure alone had completely unraveled him. With loving care, he lowered your legs from his shoulders, his large hands steadying you as though you were something fragile and sacred. He pressed tender kisses along your inner thighs, his lips lingering against your heated skin as he murmured something soft and inaudible, more to himself than to you

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, your body still trembling from the intensity of what he'd just done to you. Levi leaned back slightly, his hands never leaving your body as his fingertips traced lazy, soothing patterns over your thighs and hips. The contrast between his earlier hunger and the gentle reverence in his touch now left you breathless all over again. His gaze roamed over you, taking in every inch of your flushed skin, your tousled hair, and the way your chest rose and fell with each shallow breath.

"You're so sexy" he said, his voice low and hoarse. The raw honesty in his tone made your heart swell, and your cheeks flushed under his unwavering attention. He reached up, brushing a damp curl from your forehead before leaning down to kiss you—soft and unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world to show you how much he adored you. He layed on top of you, kissing your lips, making you taste yourself. In that moment your heart swelled. You couldnt ask for anything more, or better.

When he pulled back, his lips hovered just above yours, and his hand slid down to your thigh, his fingers pressing into your skin as though grounding himself in the reality of you. "Lift your legs" he said softly, the rough edge to his voice making your breath hitch.

The command, quiet but laced with authority, sent a spark of heat racing through you. You listened without hesitation, lifting your legs to the sides of his hips and letting him guide you. You were so wrapped up in the feeling of his lips on yours and the taste of yourself in your mouth that you didn't feel him slightly slide down his boxers and take his rock-hard dick out. His hands steadied you as he shifted, his broad shoulders blocking out the dim light as he positioned himself. He was unrushed in his movements, taking a moment to truly appreciate the sight of you. His gaze swept over your half-naked form, his eyes dark with desire as they lingered on the curves of your body, the sheen of sweat on your skin, the way your lips parted in anticipation. He took himself in hand, the head of his dick brushing against your sensitive entrance, and the sensation made your breath hitch.

He paused for just a moment, his gaze locking onto yours. "You okay baby?" he asked, his tone soft but tinged with urgency, as though he needed your reassurance before taking the next step.

You nodded, your voice trembling as you whispered, "Yes, Levi. Please."

That was all he needed. He would usually be a bit faster but this time he slowly pushed into you, his movements controlled, stretching and filling you in a way that felt different.

Did his dick get bigger too? It feels like our first time again. you thought to yourself

Levi groaned low in his throat, his hands gripping your thighs in the overwhelming sensation of being joined with you again.

Once he was fully inside you, he paused, letting you both adjust. His eyes never left yours, and the sheer intensity in his gaze made you feel utterly consumed. He exhaled, his breath brushing against your skin as he leaned down, shifting to be on top and settling his weight against you. His chest pressed against yours, warm and solid, as his arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the sound of the rain outside mingling with the quiet gasps of shared breaths. It was intimate, vulnerable, and overwhelming in the best possible way—two souls finding their way back to one another after far too long apart.

The heat radiating from his body enveloped you, pulling you into the kind of warmth that made your toes curl and your heart race. His weight pressed you into the mattress in the most delicious way, his broad frame covering you completely as he settled between your legs. The soft fabric of his boxers brushed against your bare skin, the teasing friction against your ass making you gasp.

He began to move agonizingly slowly. Each movement sent delicious friction coursing through your body, his hardness sliding perfectly against your slickness, his teasing making your walls clench in anticipation. The pace was calm, building a steady burn that left you craving him with every passing second. Your hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him even closer to you, your nails digging into his warm skin as you tried to pull him closer, but Levi held his ground, maintaining his torturous rhythm.

His lips found the curve of your neck, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin before his mouth pressed soft, lingering kisses there. Each kiss sent waves of heat through you, his lips exploring the sensitive spots he knew so well. He moved lower, his teeth grazing the delicate skin just above your collarbone before he sucked gently, the sharp contrast of pleasure and pain making you moan.

"Levi" you gasped, your voice shaky, as your fingers tangled in his curls.

He hummed against your skin, the vibration adding to the overload of sensations. "Hmm, you like that?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing, the deep timbre making your stomach flutter.

Before you could respond, he kissed the spot again, sucking harder this time, marking you in a way that left no doubt you were his. His hand slid up your side, his fingertips brushing along your ribs before settling just under your breast, his thumb tracing circles that sent sparks shooting through your body.

"You're so soft" he whispered, his lips moving against your skin as his hips rocked against you again, this time with a little more pressure. "Every damn night, I missed this." The combination of his words, his movements, and the heat of his body drove you wild. Your body arched against him, desperate for more, for all of him, but he continued his torturous pace, his control unshakable. The teasing friction, the possessive marks he left on your skin, and the low, reverent tone of his voice had you trembling beneath him, completely at his mercy.

Levi gently took your hands, his grip firm but tender, and guided them above your head, pressing them into the pillow. The dominance in the gesture sent a shiver down your spine, but the way his fingers intertwined with yours and held them gently grounded you in the warmth of his touch. His dark eyes bore into yours, his expression softening despite the commanding hold. He leaned in, so close that his breath mingled with yours, his forehead brushing against yours as he murmured, "Keep your hands here, okay?"

The tenderness in his voice made your chest tighten, his tone dripping with both care and desire. He rubbed soothing circles on your knuckles with his thumb, as if to remind you that he had you, that you were safe in his hands. "I need you to stay like this" he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, laced with yearning. His forehead pressed more firmly against yours, his lips grazing your nose in the most delicate of touches.

His words, spoken so softly yet so full of need, sent heat rushing through you. You nodded, your breath hitching, but before you could say anything, Levi kissed you. It wasn't rushed or desperate—it was consuming, the kind of kiss that made you forget the rest of the world existed.

Then he began to move again. His thrusts were slow but deep, each one filling you completely, making your back arch and your breath catch. The contrast between the commanding way he held your hands and the loving, almost worshipful way he gazed at you had your head spinning. He released one of his hands only usinf one to hold bothof yours. His free hand moved to your cheek, the calloused pad of his thumb brushing away a stray lock of hair as though he couldn't bear for anything to obscure his view of you.

"Look at me" he murmured, his tone both pleading and reverent. You quickly unrolled your eyes from the back of your head and locked eyes with him. His hips pressed into yours again, this time, the depth of each movement making you gasp. "Let me see you baby."

His eyes never left yours, their intensity making your heart race. "You're so beautiful," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion, as though the words weren't enough to convey how he felt. His gaze softened even further as he took you in, his body moving in perfect rhythm with yours, his love for you shining through every touch, every whispered word.

"I missed you so much" he confessed once again, his voice cracking slightly as he leaned in to kiss the corner of your mouth. "Twelve days without this, without you… was hell."

His hand moved from your cheek, trailing down to your jawline and then your neck, his fingers grazing your pulse point where your heart raced for him. "I love you" he whispered, his voice shaking with vulnerability. "More than anything."

The way he spoke, his words saturated with need and adoration, made you feel cherished in a way that went beyond the physical. You tightened your hands instinctively beneath his hold, wanting to pull him closer, but he chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Uh uh" he murmured, his tone teasing but firm. "Hands stay right there love. Let me take care of you."

And he did—each movement, each whispered declaration, each soft press of his lips against your skin, all of it reminded you of the depth of his love. Levi wasn't just making love to you; he was pouring his soul into every moment, making sure you felt exactly how much he'd missed you, how much he adored you, and how deeply he was yours.

Levi's grip on your hands remained firm but tender, his long fingers intertwined with yours as if anchoring you to him. The contrast between his soft touch and the powerful way he moved within you sent shivers down your spine. He held you steady, his body pressed tightly against yours, every roll of his hips passionate and claiming. His forehead dropped to yours, his warm breath mingling with yours, and the raw emotion in his eyes nearly brought tears to your own.

"Uuuhh, I missed you so fucking much Levi" you whispered, you voice hoarse and trembling with a need so intense it made his chest tighten. His lips brushed against yours, the kiss soft, almost reverent, as if he couldn't believe you were finally here with him. His thrusts sped up, his body pressing into yours with an unrelenting sweetness that made your toes curl and your mind blank.

Your breath hitched as he filled you completely, his hard length hitting the deepest, most sensitive parts of you. The pleasure was overwhelming, spreading through your body in waves that left you gasping for air. A soft whimper escaped your lips, your body arching to meet his, and Levi wasted no time capturing the sound with his mouth.

Your lips molded against his in a kiss that was velvety and consuming, your tongue brushing against his as he swallowed every little sound of pleasure you made. You kissed him like it was the only way to express the depths of your love, pouring everything you couldn't say into the way his lips moved against yours.

"You feel so good inside me baby" you murmured against his lips, your voice cracking slightly as if you were unable to put into words how intense your feelings were. Each thrust was faster and deeper, his body moving in unison with yours in an almost hypnotic rhythm. His eyes locked onto yours with a desperation that made your heart palpitate as he pressed his forehead against yours again. His gaze filled with nothing but adoration and yearning left you speechless. He tightened his hold on your hands, his tone possessive but full of love. squeezing them gently as if grounding himself in your presence

Every word, every kiss, every movement of his body felt like a promise—a reminder of how deeply he loved and needed you. The intensity of his emotions, combined with the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you, left you trembling beneath him, completely and irrevocably his.

He suddenly picked up his pace, his throbbing dick slamming into your pussy with passion. All you could do was lay there and take it. But this is exactly what you've been craving. The love of your life giving you impossible amounts of pleasure. The sounds coming from both of you were borderline otherworldly. The sounds of the rain on the windows. The extremely dim room. Your sweat mixed with his. Your arousal fluids are all over his lower body. It was something straight out of a movie.

He dipped his head, capturing your lips in a kiss so achingly slow it felt like time itself stopped. Each movement of his mouth against yours spoke of longing, devotion, and the kind of love that seared itself into your soul.

"Oh God Levi, why are you fucking me like this?" you cry out in desperation. "Mmm because I love you, so much….fuck" he moans right against your ear, whispering a curse at the end.

His hips continued grinding inside and out. Long hard strokes to your inner walls. The tension between you built with every breath, every whispered word.

The intensity of your feelings washed over you, leaving you breathless and completely undone. His rhythm quickened slightly, and your hands clung to him, nails digging into his back as if afraid he might disappear. Tears slipped from the corners of your eyes as his words and actions intertwined, leaving no part of you untouched by his devotion. You felt completely loved, and completely his in this moment. Every breath you took seemed to draw him deeper into your soul, binding you to him in ways words could never capture.

"Its okay baby, dont cry" His voice was soft but laced with unshakable certainty, like a vow that reached into the very fabric of your being. He kissed the tears from your cheeks, each touch as tender as it was consuming, his lips trailing down to your jaw, then back to your mouth.

The kiss he gave you then was slower, filled with a yearning so potent it stole the air from your lungs. You gasped against him, the sound swallowed by his lips as his body pressed into yours with renewed urgency. His hand slid down your side, possessive yet gentle, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

Sensing your trembling, he paused, his lips brushing against your temple as he murmured, "I can feel you" he murmured, his forehead pressing against yours as he gazed into your eyes. He let go of your hands and immediatly moved his hands to hook under your shoulders.

Your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. "Uuh yes just like that, so so good" you cried out, rolling your eyes back, your voice catching as his hips rocked into you. Something shifted in him then, his need for you sharpening like a blade. He groaned low in his throat, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that left you trembling. His fingers slid over your clit, the sensation sent a jolt of electricity through you, pulling a moan from deep within your chest.

"Cum for me Y/n" he whispered, his voice rough yet sweet as honey, his words spilling directly into your heart. The heat in his gaze was matched only by the tenderness in his touch. His movements grew more urgent, his hips driving into you with deep, purposeful thrusts that left no doubt of his devotion.

His fingers worked in perfect sync with his body, unrelenting, every motion designed to push you closer to the edge. "I want to feel it" he rasped, his lips grazing your neck, his teeth teasing just enough to make you shiver.

Your heart thundered in your chest as his words wrapped around you, their intensity only matched by the sensations he was pulling from you. Your body arched into him, surrendering completely as your breaths grew ragged, your world narrowing to the man above you.

Your breath became ragged, each exhale blending with his as his fingers worked magic on your sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing and circling with precision. His movements were skilled, practiced, but driven by pure need, his every action a worship of your body. Meanwhile, his dick hit just the right spot inside you with each steady thrust, igniting sparks that spread through every inch of your being.

With a final thrust, you felt him swell inside you, his body tensing as his release overtook him. His hot release spilled deep within, the sensation overwhelming, and then his lips captured yours in a searing, desperate kiss that left no space between you. The intensity of it all—the sound of his breathless groans, the way his body trembled against yours, the sheer devotion in the way he held you—pushed you over the edge.

Your orgasm hit like a earthquake, your body convulsing with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. You cried out into his mouth, your voice muffled as his tongue danced with yours, swallowing every sound you made. The world around you blurred, leaving nothing but the feeling of him—of his hands, his lips, his body completely intertwined with yours.

As the tremors of your release subsided, you collapsed into him, your heart still racing, your breaths uneven. He stayed inside you, unwilling to break the connection, his body heavy but comforting against yours. Slowly, he nuzzled your neck, his lips brushing the spot where your pulse pounded, planting soft kisses there that made your heart flutter all over again.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice hoarse but laced with tenderness as he pulled back just enough to look at you. His fingers gently brushed stray strands of hair from your damp forehead, his gaze filled with love so deep it made your chest ache.

You nodded, your arms finally free to wrap around his neck. "Yeah, Im happy" you whispered, your voice still shaky, but filled with sincerity. "You make me feel so good"

He smiled against your skin, his lips lingering on your collarbone. "I cant believe I went two weeks without that" he murmured, his voice breaking slightly as if overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. "I love making love with you"

He held you tightly, his arms wrapping around you as if afraid to let go. His warmth surrounded you, grounding you as the aftershocks of your shared passion rippled through your body. He kissed your shoulder, then your jaw, before resting his forehead against yours.

"I love you" he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but the weight of his words carried infinite depth. "You'll never understand how much."

Tears pricked at your eyes again, but this time they were tears of gratitude, of love so profound it couldn't be contained. "I love you too" you replied, pressing your lips softly to his. He smiled against your mouth, his kiss deepening once more, sweetly, as though savoring every second of the moment you shared.

His hands roamed over your back, broad palms leaving trails of warmth as they moved with quiet reverence. He loved holding you like this, keeping you close, feeling the way you fit so perfectly against him, as if your bodies were made for each other. You sighed softly, nuzzling against the crook of his neck, your fingers curling against his chest. He stayed there, still buried deep inside you, as though reluctant to let go of this perfect union.

The warmth of his body pressed against yours, the sound of his soft breathing brushing your ear, and the soothing way his hands caressed your back all worked to lull you into a state of blissful peace. You wanted to stay in this moment forever, cradled in his love, completely safe, completely his. Minutes stretched into what felt like eternity before he moved. With infinite care, he carefullly pulled out, his lips grazing yours in a lingering kiss, as if reluctant to part from you in even the smallest way.

Rolling onto his back, he brought you with him, his strong arms wrapping around you and anchoring you securely against his side. Nestled against him, you rested your head on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a calming balm to your still-racing thoughts. zzling closer, realizing that moments like these were more than just physical; they were a testament to the vulnerability and trust you both shared.

It was in the gentle way he held you and the unspoken promises exchanged through touch that you found true intimacy. This closeness, this openness, was the foundation of the deep bond you had built together, a haven where both your hearts found solace. You traced lazy patterns on his skin with your fingertips, your touch light and aimless, marveling at the contrast between the passionate man who had undone you completely and the tender lover who now held you as if you were the most precious thing in his world.

"Goodnight Levi"

He nuzzled the top of your head, inhaling your familiar scent that always calmed him. "Goodnight baby" he replied, his voice soft and full of longing. His hand moved in soothing circles along your back until your body finally surrendered to sleep, completely relaxed against him. He stayed awake for a little while longer, watching you, memorizing the way your features softened in the quiet vulnerability of sleep. When sleep finally claimed him, his dreams were filled with you—your laughter, your touch, your love—each moment a reminder of how blessed he was to have you.

As morning light crept through the curtains, he stirred, the soft golden glow spilling across the room. Blinking sleep from his eyes, he turned his head, his lips curling into a smile at the sight of you still curled against him, your face serene and bathed in the gentle morning light. Careful not to wake you, he brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, marveling at the sheer beauty of you, so peaceful and vulnerable in his arms. He leaned down to press a featherlight kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment, his heart swelling with love. In these quiet moments, he didn't need words or grand gestures. Holding you was enough—simply being with you, sharing the same air, the same love, the same life.

[ftmsteveraglan]

hi i saw u we're hunting for william fic recd and can i just get like a bratty career counselor client? like steve raglan/william bc mm that desk brother ‼️

i like the way you think! hope this delivers!

contains: gender neutral reader, aggressive dom william, sub reader, blowing him under the desk

you knew you were in trouble from the moment you entered the room.

maybe it was the look on mr. raglan's face when he saw you sit before him for the third time that month. maybe it was the exasperated sigh that escaped his lips upon seeing you. or maybe it was the way he shook his head like a disappointed dad. either way, you were already on edge by the time you sat down.

mr. raglan looked from you, down to your file in his hand, then back up to you. "you're just a glutton for punishment, it seems."

he sighed and threw the file down on his desk with a smack. "this is the fourth time you've been in my office in the past two months," he said, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "i have other clients waiting on me, yet you keep coming in here and wasting my time. i mean, seriously, are you even trying at this point? it took you, what, two weeks to get fired from your last job?"

"a week and a half," you corrected him, your expression dangerously confident for someone in your position.

mr. raglan raised an eyebrow, his eyes wide with incredulity. "excuse me?" he asked.

you knew what you were doing. this was exactly what you wanted.

"i said," you spoke up, straightening your posture and leaning forward to meet his eye, "it took me a week and a half to get fired from my last job."

mr. raglan's expression shifted as he leaned forward in his chair, propping his elbows up on the desk. he squinted slightly and turned his head, analyzing you, like a snake waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"you know what i think?" he asked, his voice hissing out from between his teeth. "i think you keep getting fired because you have no respect. you don't care what people tell you, do you?"

with a smug look on your face, you leaned back in your chair and kicked your feet up on his desk, shoving some papers aside with your shoe. "you tell me," you retorted.

that seemed to set mr. raglan off. for a moment, you thought he might move around the desk and grab you with how quickly he stood up from his chair. as soon as anger flashed over his face, however, it vanished, replaced with a hard glint in his eye.

"i think it's time you learned some respect," mr. raglan said, sitting back down in his chair and reaching for his belt. "looks like i'll have to be the one to teach you."

your mouth began to water as mr. raglan leaned back in his chair and reached into his pants. you'd been fantasizing about somehow getting with him ever since you'd first met him for job counseling, but now, as he freed his cock from his boxers, you couldn't believe this was happening. his cock was bigger than you'd anticipated, thick and veiny, already dripping precum. his steely gaze fixed onto you as he jerked himself off without a care in the world.

"now here's what you're gonna do," mr. raglan said. "we have twenty minutes left in our session. for wasting my time, you're gonna get under this desk, and i'm gonna put that smart mouth of yours to good use. now, come on. i don't have all day."

you moved almost as in a trance around his desk, getting down on your knees in front of him to fit under his desk. mr. raglan patted one thigh, and you quickly moved between his legs, eager to taste your prize. you didn't hesitate to lick his cock from base to tip, precum salty on your tongue, before wrapping your lips around the tip, teasing the slit. mr. raglan groaned in satisfaction as you began to take him further and further into your mouth. he sank his fingers into your hair, lightly tugging on your scalp as you hollowed your cheeks, humming around his length.

"that's it, just like that," mr. raglan praised. "just keep going." he chuckled weakly, then said, "keep doing that, and i'll do a little something for you in return."

you could feel heat blooming in your belly at the prospect, and you started to suck him off with a renewed gusto.

this was going much, much better than you'd hoped.

[hamiltonaf]

Party Aftermath | Mason Mount

Pairing: Mason Mount x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warning: Angst but more fluff

A/N: Slowly trying to get into writing more for football players - been writing for F1 drivers for quite a long time, so I have a nice balance between the 2 now. Hope you guys enjoy and do let me know your thoughts .xx

The first stop of the summer break was Ibiza. All of his mates were onboard with the idea of going to Ibiza first, some of their girlfriends even tagged along. The first few days I was more than happy to enjoy letting loose and partying with Mason and his friends, I actually deserved it for all the sacrifices I made for my studies during the year.

By the 3rd day of partying I just didn't have it in me...I would much prefer chilling at the beach, but right now that wasn't on the agenda until everyone is burned out. Tonight happens to be even bigger than the previous ones because Martin Garrix is performing. As exciting as it sounds, I was mentally and physically exhausted from being on my feet 24/7, sleep deprivation and dehydration.

With everyone's sleeping pattern being off, we happened to wake up in the evening. I guess it works in everyone else’s favour because that means to get ready to go for the next party. Luckily Mason and I had a room to ourselves, and weren’t sharing a villa so it was nice and peaceful when I got up before him. I had a nice soothing shower and got comfy in a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt. I sat crisscrossed on the lounge couch and browsed through my laptop for something to binge.

"Good morninggg" he greeted as he walked out of the room in a pair of denim shorts and a towel around his neck. "Oh good morning ! Slept well ?" I asked as I turned to look at him. "Like a baby" he laughed. "I could tell" I added and laughed back. "Aren't you coming tonight ?" He asked as he sat next to me on the couch and peeked at my laptop screen. He could tell that something is up.

"Yeahh...Uhm, I don't think I'm gonna go out tonight" I said hesitantly. "Why what's wrong ?" He asked concerned as he placed his head on my shoulder, already dampening my shirt with his wet hair. "Nothing just..I'm really drained and don't have the energy to go out again tonight" I pouted. "Okay then, suits you" he said casually and got up to walk back to the room. Is he annoyed ? "What do you mean by that ?" I asked, more specifically at the tone he said it and followed him into the room. "You came to Ibiza of all places to 'relax', a bit of a party pooper don’t you think ?" he mocked. Is he being serious right now ?

"Am I hearing correctly that you're mocking me for being burned out and I'm not allowed to recover ?" I raised a brow as I crossed my arms over my chest. "You’re not the only one that’s burned out, look at the rest of us, we’re just dealing with it." he said as he sat at the edge of the bed and leaned back. "Mason, you already know that it's not in my nature to go out partying. This is all new to me and I'm not used to this life" I reasoned. "Yeah well I'm not forcing you either, it's just that the boys and their girlfriends will be there. I'm going to look a bit dumb if my girlfriend isn't there so.." he shrugged. Oh my days.

“Are you being serious right now ? Since when do you care what other people think ? And how can you even compare me to other peoples girlfriends ? I- I'm so done with this conversation, it's like I'm talking to a wall right now…You're totally ignoring where I'm coming from. Enjoy your stupid party" I said with a fake smile before making my way back to the lounge. "(Y/N) !" he yelled for me but I chose to ignore him.

After some time it was slowly getting darker by the minute as the sun was setting. Mason finally stepped foot out of the room fully dressed, he threw on a black t-shirt and sneakers to pair with his denim shorts. I started watching a new series and was so engrossed in it that I purposely didn't see Mason standing in front of me. It was much longer than he would've liked for me to be caught by his attention but oh well. He cleared his throat as an indication for me to look at him. Me being petty, I continued watching my series. "I'm leaving. If you need anything then message Dec, he'll be sober tonight" he said softly. After no reply back from me, he rolled his eyes. “Did you even hear a word that I just said ?” He asked annoyed. I shut my laptop and looked at him “No Mason, I’m totally ignoring every word you said like you did to me earlier.” He remained silent for about a minute before shaking his head and making his way out.

As much as I tried to push the thought of Mason away, I didn’t succeed. I wasn’t even paying attention the the series at this point. Out of curiosity I went onto Instagram and the first story that popped up was Declan’s. It was a video of Mason taking shots, how lovely that I will have to deal with him when he’s drunk and hungover. It low-key hurt to watch the video, it just showed that he really didn’t care. I sighed and looked at the time, it was already 11:30pm and I felt so stiff from sitting down for so many hours. My eyes were feeling heavy and at this point I couldn’t be bothered to walk to the bedroom so I passed out on the couch.

Sound asleep until 2:15 am, there was a loud banging on our door. What a rude awakening. I hurried to the door to see Declan trying his best to hold up Mason with one arm whilst he was half knocked out. "I believe this is yours" he half laughed. "You woke me up from my deep sleep for a drunk Mason ?" I said annoyed. "I didn't have much of a choice, he wouldn’t stop asking where you were. Besides...he's not even that drunk" he stifled. "You're saying that and he's literally passed out" I raised a brow. "He's honestly exhausted from dancing and screaming. He had about like 3 shots" he said as he was starting to struggle holding him up. "You sure there wasn’t more after that instagram story of yours cut off ?" I stifled a laugh. "Oh I'm sure, I was with him the whole time. Now can you take him, I'm dying here" he said as Mason was almost about to fall.

"You want me to get a bottle of water to wake him up ? I’ll casually just chuck it at his face" I suggested. "You're honestly crazy" he said as he shook his head and laughed. "Oii, wake up. Here's (Y/N)" he tapped his face. He slowly gained consciousness and fluttered his eyes to look at me. "Wow you're pretty" Mason said in awe as he looked at me and stumbled to walk inside. "I'll take my leave. Good luck and let me know if you need anything !" Declan yelled as he was leaving. "Sure. Thanks for babysitting Dec !" I yelled and shut the door. I turned around to see Mason almost lose his balance and fall. "Room. Now" I said as I pointed to the open room door for him. He looked at me like a lost puppy for a second, with a pout he stumbled his way to the room. He looked like a toddler.

I grabbed a bottle of water and a pain killer before making my way to the room. He sat at the edge of the bed waiting eagerly for me. "Take this and drink the whole bottle" I said as I handed him the water and tablet. He looked confused for a second but obliged. After he was done, I threw away the empty bottle and thought it's time he should just sleep. I started by pulling at his t-shirt but he quickly pushed my hands away. What the hell. "Hey you're pretty and all but I have a girlfriend !" He said in disgust. I covered my hand over my mouth to hide my laugh. "Mason, I am your girlfriend" I said as I pressed my lips together. "Ohh. How did I get so lucky ?" He said as he stared at me whilst I continued to remove his t-shirt. I couldn't help but smile to myself. “I love seeing you smile” he said softly when I took off his t-shirt and folded it aside. He’s such a softie when he’s drunk.

He kicked off his shoes and got under the covers. Me being a neat freak, I placed his shoes aside with the others and turned around to find him sleeping. Just as I was about to go to the lounge to tidy up the place and switch the lights off, Mason called for me. "(Y/N) ! Come to bed" he whined.

Well so much for thinking he's sleeping. I quickly tidied up and yet again he called my name. Once I got under the covers, my back faced him when suddenly his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer towards him. "I'm sorry for earlier. I feel that I don't see you as much because you're studying so I just want to make every moment we have together count. I was selfish" he muffled softly against my neck. After a moment of silence he whined, “Babe” before I turned around in his grip to face him. "It's okay, likewise I want to spend as much time with you as possible. Just know that some days we can stay in and still have fun. We don't always have to go out" I softly said back.

[plutoleah]

Rockstar Revelation

Chapter 3

[Male reader-insert, amab, Kissing, reader is mistaken as a woman but doesn't correct anyone. Andrew x Male reader.]

"Hey Andrew, over here." Y/N stood up from where she was sitting and waved Andrew over. As soon as Andrew saw Y/N, he immediately walked over to her, trying to avoid the crowd of people walking. "There's alot more people here than I thought there would be." Y/N smiled at Andrew, and he smiled back. "Yeah, there is... Where are we going first?" Andrew looked away from Y/N and turned his head, looking around. "Well, first, I wanna go shoe shopping," Y/N laughs as she grabs Andrew's hand as he begins to walk with her.

At the shoe store, Y/N looked at black platform sandals with a wedge heel that have a heart chain. She picks them up and turns to Andrew. "What's your opinion on these shoes?" Y/N smiles and sits down on a bench near by. "I think they look nice. You're gonna try them on." Andrew smiles back at her as he looks down at Y/N. Y/N groans and then smiles up at Andrew. "Can you help me put on the shoe?" Y/N raises her foot up to Andrew, and Andrew reluctantly kneels on the ground to take off Y/N's shoe and fit her for the shoes she picked out. Y/N leans down, looking at Andrew trying to fit the shoe onto her foot. 'He looks so hot on his knees.' y/N thought to herself, and she put her finger on his chin, raising it up for him to look at her. "I think those shoes are too small; try a bigger one." Y/N then leaned away from him, sitting up straight as Andrew got up with a blush covering his face. 'God, why does she have to be so hot?'

After Y/N picked out her shoes, she dragged Andrew into the hot topic, looking at the jeweraly. She looked at some black star earrings and picked them up, then found some sunglasses that had stars on the side. She quickly threw them on, then looked in the mirror, smiling to herself. After looking at more stuff, she went to look for Andrew and found him in the very back of the store. "What are you looking for?" Y/N pops around the corner, making Andrew jump and drop the thing he was holding, but he quickly kicks it under the shelf before you can see it. "You know, just looking at some stuff." Andrew paused as he realized what he was standing in front of. "And you know, I happened to stumble across these, um." Andrew turned bright red as he turned away from Y/N. "Ashley told me to pick it up for her if we came here." Andrew bent down to pick up the dildo, which he kicked under the shelf and placed on top of the shelf. Y/N burst out laughing as Andrew awkwardly walked away. "Oh, my Andrew, are you scared of a plastic dick? What's wrong?" you tease him as you pick up the dildo and throw it at him. "Don't be embarrassed. If you want, I'll buy it for you." Y/N smiles reassuringly at him, which Andrew nods at as he puts it into a black bag and then into Y/N's bakset of things. "Come on, can you help me pick out some waist beads?" Y/N walks over to the waist beads, picking up a couple to look at. "What's the theme of your outfit?" Andrew also looks at a couple on the shelf "Stars." Y/N smiles as litteral stars appear in her eyes. "Well, how about this one?" Andrew lightly blushes as he picks up a waist bead that has stars on it. Y/N looks at the beads and smiles, "Perfect." Y/N takes it, then puts it in her cart.

Y/N and Andrew walked around the mall for a few more hours, getting food, shopping, and joking around. By the time they got to the last store, they were so tired. "I just need to find two things: a tube top and some jeans." Y/N yawned as her legs hurt from walking. "Oh, look, what about that store?" Andrew pointed to a random store with maniquins in the window. One had a tube top and a pair of jeans. Y/N and Andrew walked into the store. As Y/N talked to one of the workers trying to get the outfit, she saw it in the window. When she got the outfit, she and Andrew went back into the changing room. "So did you have fun today?" Y/N said as she changed into a tube top that has a star printed on the front and bellbottom jeans that have stars on the pants. "I had fun today. I like hanging out with you." Andrew diddled with his fingers as he waited for you to get changed. When you finally finished getting changed, you walked out and posed for Andrew, smiling as he looked away. "I like this outfit." Y/N then walked towards Andrew, grabbed his chin, and turned his face back towards you. "And I'm glad you had fun." Y/N then walks away and goes back into the dressing room to change back into her clothes.

"There is one thing I need to tell you, though." Y/N mutters, a little scared of what he's about to say. "Hm, what's that?" Andrew hums as he gets up and gathers the shopping bags. "Im kinda maybe," Y/N pauses and takes a deep breath. "I'm a guy," Y/N mutters under his breath, and Andrew comes closer to the curtain to hear her clearer. "What was that?" Andrew sounded confused as Y/N huffed again and pulled Andrew into the changing room, making Andrew drop his bags in surprise. "I'm a guy, you know... I was born as a guy." Y/N holds Andrew by the sholder, hoping he won't run away. "Wait, so you're telling me that you're a guy?" Andrew's eyes widened. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I never told you. I was just scared of what you would think of me." You give him puppy dog eyes, hoping he would forgive you, which he did. "Fine," Andrew said as he looked away from you. Y/N smiled and gave him a hug as he returned it.

When you two finished hugging, Y/N leaned back and slowly leaned into his face. Andrew took the hint and leaned in to give Y/N a kiss back. Y/N backed Andrew into the wall of the dressing room as they intertwined their fingers together. The kiss was messy and rushed, but before the two could do anything more intimate, a door opened, startling the two as Andrew jumped out of the dressing room, grabbed up the shopping bags, and sat on the bench as the people went into a dressing room. When Y/N and Andrew left the mall after buying the clothes, Y/N looked at Andrew. "Text me when you get home," Y/N said. Before walking to his car, Andrew waved back at him.

[agattthaa]

Attached

Paring: Walter/Vyxaria

Word count: 1.187

Summary: Vyxaria really was a demon different from the rest. She could feel. She could get attached. Maybe, she did.

Rating: T

Tagging: @rc-catalog

-So, this is what you meant by dates?

Walter had that pathetic smile on his face as he settled another plate on the small coffee table and that only made Vyxaria’s frown grow bigger. That was all too confusing.

Dates were supposed to be outside. They should've dressed up and gone to a nice restaurant and he should've paid her an overly expensive dish that she wouldn't even enjoy very much.

Still, that was how it was supposed to go. That's why she had dressed up and put on a pair of high hills and waited patiently for him to go get her. That was before he texted her saying that everything was ready. In complete confusion about what was ready, she walked to his apartment, her confusion only growing bigger when she stormed in without knocking and saw his apartment.

Only the kitchen light was on, and Walter stood behind his counter, fixing something on a plate and giving a gigantic smile when he saw her.

The living room was illuminated by a couple of plastic candles and a thick blanket held a sleepy Seaweed and she couldn't help but notice that although the text he had just sent said otherwise, he was still on his gray sweatpants and shirt.

Well, she could wait while he finished whatever he was doing and got dressed up.

Only after he placed four different dishes in front of the coffee table she noticed they weren't going anywhere. So now she watched as he placed even more things in front of her. This was not what a date was. At least not a type of date she knew.

Her question didn't offend him, as it never did. Her curiosity was always amusing to him, like he himself was too seeing his world for the first time through her eyes. He actually looked pleased as he watched her gaze switching between all the different kinds of things he placed in front of her.

-We agreed to start small, casual. I thought it was a good idea to stay home, eat some delicious food and watch a move. Will you be comfortable in this dress? I can wait while you go home and change.

She simply sighed, looking again at the small banquet he had placed in front of her and wondering how long it must have taken him to make every single one of those dishes. For her. So she simply sighed again, kicking her heels away and looking back at him.

-Just give me my shirt back.

It was almost like he was expecting for such request, because just as she finished saying it, he got into his bedroom, coming back too quickly for the shirt to be mixed somewhere inside his wardrobe. He handed the shirt to her, turning around as quickly as humanly, or sirenly, as possible when she started taking off the red dress to put on the shirt.

It smelled like him now.

Not a thought she should delve on. It was his house, everything smelled like him. It was no big deal.

But it was a weird feeling. One that she didn't have when she took the shirt for the first time. He was right, she did feel, she did get attached, she did get attached to him.

Not that she would say it or anything.

But she threw herself on the middle of his couch anyway, seeing his smile as he reached for a weird machine on the middle of his counter and took it to the living room, placing it right in the middle of the table and sitting down on her side.

-What is this? Why does it smell like cheese too?

-That's a fondue machine, we put the cheese inside it and then it melts, so we can dip things inside. Try sticking that little fork on the toast and dipping it inside the melted cheese.

The idea of sticking a ton of different things inside the same bow of melted cheese was not appealing at all to her. But once again, she let herself be convinced by the excitement and pure and genuine happiness he felt whenever she indulged him.

It has to be some sort of siren power that somehow, also works on her.

So, she did what he wished. Taking the smallest piece of toast and dipping it on the melted cheese.

It was surprisingly better than she thought it would be.

-So?

-It 's good. But the square thing the other day was better.

He smiled wider, more to himself than for her, pushing the table closer to the couch, and turning on the tv.

Vyxaria had seen a lot of those televisions ever since she came into this world. There was a normal one on Vincent's apartment, a bigger one on Threxias's place that would soon be smashed with the biggest hammer Vyxaria could find, and a gigantic one on Ava's place.

There wasn't anything amusing about the television or about the “movie” that Walter had picked, although he seemed to be really enjoying seeing all those people running around doing something that Vyxaria wasn't paying enough attention to understand.

But she didn't want him to think she was bored, even though she was. Television was never something to amuse her in this world just as the bards didn't amuse her in her own home world. So she focused on rating the appearance of all the small people on the box, a game that lasted very little, but long enough for the other resident of the house to wake up.

Seaweed seemed to be even more pleased with her presence than Walter himself. The cat started to purr loudly, rubbing himself against her leg and waiting for affection.

Surprising even herself, Vyxaria turned her entire attention to the cat on her side. What did the creature wanted from her that much to try to win her though affection?

-Why does it do that? What does it want from me?

Walter, who had been watching the entire scene with the brightness and most stupid smile on his face simply answered.

-He doesn't want anything from you, he likes you, so he gives you affection.

He said it with such naturally that it started to make sense to Vyxaria too. Of course it made sense to want to be close with things one liked, even though the little creature had no reason to hold affection for her at all. But it did make sense.

To want to give affection to someone you liked. It wasn't a big deal. It was just like that. Feeling. Getting attached.

It didn't have to be a big deal.

So she scooted closer to Walter, resting her head against his shoulder. She didn't need to look at him to know that he was smiling and it was better that he wasn't looking at her when she gave a small smile when he hugged her by the shoulder.

It was different. It was unknown. But the warm feeling that he always brought to her chest, that was good. That was worth getting attached to.

[heresthestorymorningglory]

Just Another Thursday...

Summary: Lloyd Hansen's a dick.

A/N: Listen y'all this NSFW 18+ should be par for the course at this point. So like….just don’t okay?

As always, the inspo is thanks to the Goosecord and my beautiful partner in crime @ken-dom who constantly receives messages from me in the dead of night needing reassurance or “Hey what about if THIS happened?!”

Bless you my new found chosen sister for putting up with my antics! (Yes I copy pasted, yes it's still valid don't come for me)

This latest part is a little stabby so please my duckies, proceed with caution

This is a continuation of what I've affectionately titled the Nurse Series, read previous parts 'Hello Nurse' and 'Unfinished Business' here.

Like I said last time, this won’t be the last you see of SIx

Enjoy my loves! <3

@odessa-is-my-queen you asked for a tag <3

You groaned, head throbbing as you blinked the blur out of your eyes, the dim room coming into focus. 

“There she is” the unfamiliar voice reminding you of your very unpleasant encounter before you were knocked unconscious. 

You were bound to a chair, both hands and feet; in some sort of dingy warehouse with flickering fluorescent lights. 

You tried to fight past the throbbing headache to figure out an escape plan. Six was gone, he had no idea where you were or how to find you. You were on your own. You were on the wrong end of this transaction and that terrified you. Six had never told you the whole story, but he had told you enough; this man was capable of murder. 

“A dirty warehouse basement is a little cliche don’t you think?” You asked softly with your head dropped, you were trying to avoid making eye contact with him. 

That plan had been short lived as Lloyd grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to look up at him. 

“God,” you winced “At least buy me dinner first” 

Lloyd scoffed with amusement “She’s witty” he quipped to the dark figure standing in the corner not speaking 

You took a deep breath in through your nose “What do you want Lloyd?” 

He didn’t answer, instead, he struck you hard across the side of your face, the heavy ring on his pinky splitting skin. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, biting the inside of your cheek. If you had learned anything from Six’s incessant teachings “just in case” it was to keep your mouth shut. You had reassured him again and again nothing would ever happen, but he had insisted, and you complied…he was never going to leave you alone again.  

“Where did you send him?” you asked as he circled around the front of the chair you were sitting in, letting go of the hold he had on your hair. You kept your eyes forward, but off of him. 

He pulled a chair over in front of you, letting it scrape across the dirty cement before sitting down. 

“Oh honey, he should be the last of your worries…” he clicked his tongue in disapproval. 

“Where” you repeated 

“On a wild goose chase”  he answered, tipping his head, forcing your eyes to meet his “I owed him one” 

“He’s too smart for that” you muttered, knowing you were grasping at straws and only hoping you were right, praying he wouldn’t just run off halfway around the world without at least giving it a second thought. 

“Surprised he left you all alone,” Lloyd continued “Unprotected” 

“I can handle myself” 

This made him laugh out loud, he threw his head back, hand resting on his stomach. “Can you?!”  His voice a little too cheery at the concept He leaned forward in his chair, hands clasped together between his knees “I’d like to test that theory” 

Another hard backhand across your other cheek made your head snap harshly, making you bite your tongue. 

You had no way out, there were at least four other men scattered around the room, bigger than Lloyd, probably told to shoot first and ask questions later. Even if you could get out of your impossibly tight bounds you didn’t stand a chance. The zip ties bite into the skin of your wrists and ankles as your joints move, testing them. 

You just had to hope you could survive long enough to tire him out. 

“What’s the matter Lloyd?” you asked, eyes meeting his in a challenge “Some girl tell you that mustache makes you look like a pedophile?” 

You knew taunting him wasn’t the smartest idea, he was very obviously a loose cannon, but if beating your face bloody was the worst he was going to do, you could manage. 

As if to prove your point, the heel of his hand made contact with the bridge of your nose, eliciting a loud crunch as the bone broke on impact, causing blood to pour from your nose like a faucet. 

You saw stars briefly as he got to his feet. “Don’t worry, cupcake, I’ll make sure you’re nice and recognizable when he finds you back at home in a dead heap on the porch” 

As he spoke, he pulled a switchblade from his pocket and your heart slammed in your chest. You didn’t know how long you had been gone, how long you had been here, or how long it would be before he caused enough bodily harm for you to start to really panic. 

Lucky for you, Lloyd was big on the grandstanding; especially when he knew you weren’t going anywhere. 

“Wouldn’t that be something?” Lloyd asked as he sat back down in his chair “I could give us matching wounds” he held up his hand and you realized he had been missing two fingers.

You said nothing, trying to breathe through the pain of your broken nose as he continued; taking a hammer from one of his minions. 

“Did he tell you about Prague?” He asked, rocking the hammer back and forth between his hands.

“You mean did he tell me about how you killed Don Fitzroy?” you asked, “Yes, he told me”

“Would have killed him too” he muttered 

You scoffed with a laugh “You could certainly try” 

“Thought for sure he’d bleed out in that damn fountain” 

You frowned with a realization; Lloyd had been the reason Six had shown up on your doorstep that night. 

As your mind processed the fact, you felt Lloyd’s hand close around your bound wrist, not really realizing what he was doing until it was too late. One swift swing and the hammer came down hard on two of your fingers, fragile bones, crunching against steel as they separated. 

You groaned, mindful not to scream, chin tucked into your chest as your eyes squeezed shut as long as your broken nose would allow. Tears stinging your eyes as you looked back up, Lloyd very obviously pleased with himself. 

“That was you.” you said simply, breathing through the screaming ache “So that’s what this is” you nodded understanding 

“What?” Lloyd scoffed pacing in front of you “Don’t pretend like you know what this is” 

You laughed as much as your pain would allow “It’s revenge, because he kicked your shit in and did a better job at it” 

You watched as he set the hammer down, picking back up the switchblade. “It all makes sense now,” you said, your voice low  “You know you can’t beat him, you tried and you failed, so why not go after someone smaller?” 

“Think you’ve got me all figured out huh?” He asked, pressing the tip of the cool steel against your collarbone. 

You rolled your eyes “You’re not that complex Lloyd, you’re pathetic” 

You winced, feeling the blade pierce your skin as he sliced across your shoulder. “Hmm” You groaned as you took in a deep breath through clenched teeth, dropping your head for a beat before chuckling softly leaning back in your chair “He is gonna tear you apart” 

“You keep saying that, and yet…” 

His hand came down swiftly, blade of the knife burying itself in your thigh; that scream you’d fought so hard to hold back ringing through the room as you threw your head back trying to breathe. Lloyd laughed appreciatively next to you as he pulled the blade back out making you gasp trying to find your breath. 

“He’ll be here” you whispered, swallowing hard; trying to convince yourself more than Lloyd at this point. 

“Oh, I’m counting on it”

This time the blade buried itself deep in your shoulder, again making you cry out against your will as he pulled it free.

This carried on for what felt like an eternity, stab after stab, slice after slice.

He stopped to give himself a break, your breathing was shaky and shallow as you tried to calm yourself down, slow your heart rate, keep the blood from pumping too hard.

The next two…maybe three? Sliced your ribcage and you had given up on keeping your composure, your head hung as you cried, tears dripping off the end of your nose. 

“That would be serendipitous wouldn't it, killing you both with the same knife?” Lloyd’s voice was cool and measured over your head "Had enough?"

You ran your tongue between your lips, swallowing hard before he jerked your head up; you just glared at him

“Well?” he asked 

You were fighting to keep from passing out, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction if you could help it. 

“Go fuck yourself” you whispered, your eyes slipping closed. 

“I don’t see boy wonder anywhere” Lloyd quipped “Maybe he decided you’re just not worth it after all” 

You didn’t answer, just focused on your breathing. Now you had an idea of how Six must have felt that night he stumbled through the front door. How he had managed it you’ll never understand. 

A commotion outside caught Lloyd’s attention and he leaned over the back of the chair next to your ear “Ohh, maybe I spoke too soon hmm?”

You hoped against all hope. 

“Let's give him a show, shall we?”

Lloyd buried the tip of his finger into one of the gashes on your arm, making you scream in pain. 

The gunfire rang off the walls as someone got closer. 

Lloyd stayed behind you, using your body as a shield. 

The last of his minions dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes as Six appeared in the doorway. 

“Thank God” you whispered, letting yourself relax as much as you could. Your eyes met his across the room, you could only imagine what you looked like, but his composure didn’t falter. 

“And here he comes to save the day” Lloyd sneered. “It's about time you got here…almost cut your girl to pieces”

“I told you he would kill you” you whispered letting your head drop, feeling dizzy. 

“Let her go, Lloyd, this has nothing to do with her” 

“Put the gun down and I'll consider it”

Their voices sounded muffled and far away as you tried to fight to stay awake. 

A sharp stab in your thigh as Lloyd buried the knife there and left it as he walked around the chair. 

“Hold on to that for me would ya?”

All you could do was scream in pain, tears streaming freely down your cheeks before you slipped away.

[czbersta1ker]

Love In Broken Shards

Chapter 2,

*Also on Ao3 and Wattpad*

(Y/N) arrives home in Derry after 4 long years away, and her bleach blond neighbour comes to say hey to the new girl who moved into the old (Y/L/N) house, only he never saw a for sale sign?

Collapsing onto the sofa in her lounge (Y/N) let out a huge sigh and contemplated just going to sleep right there and then, but she still needed to redecorate her room since it was still the same kiddy aesthetic from before her move. This is because her mom and dad never sold their home in Derry, instead it just sat there empty with a cleaner coming around every once in a while to make sure the house didn’t end up like that run-down one on Neibolt Street. God, that house always gave (Y/N) the shivers whenever she and the boys passed it on their bikes - her boys…

She wondered if they were any different than how she left them four years ago, obviously they would be different, she thought to herself looking in the hallway mirror as she made her way upstairs. (Y/N) had changed for the better, she had had her braces taken off and she changed out her glasses for contacts and now knew how to put on foundation, concealer, blush, bronzer- well the list could go on. The most noticeable changes to (Y/N) would have to be her body and style though, when she left Derry (Y/N) had only just started going through puberty so now as she stood inspecting herself in the mirror she smirked at how hot she had turned out. She brushed her hands over her round hips and thin waist looking at her tits in her hot pink top and giggled to herself remembering what one of her old friends Amy had told her…

 

“(Y/N), the most important rule of girlhood is this…” The girls giggled at (Y/N)’s wide curious eyes, the four older girls who took (Y/N) under their wing reminded her of her old friends in Derry a bit, she still spoke to them every so often over the phone but even then the calls were getting fewer and fewer. “The bigger your tits are, the more stuff you can get boys to do for you!” Amy whispered in (Y/N)’s direction, though she didn’t really need to as it was just Amy, Dotty, Tiffany, Mary and (Y/N) sat on Tiffany’s bedroom floor. Furrowing her eyebrows slightly (Y/N)’s gaze flickered over all the girls eyes pretending not to be confused but it didn’t take a rocket-scientist to tell the girls (Y/N) didn’t know what tits were, sure the boys used to talk about how Greta Bowie was the first girl in their grade to get tits but even then she just nodded along. Sighing Dotty grabbed her boobs in each hand and gave them a squeeze and a jiggle and laughed when (Y/N)’s cheeks burned red. 

“Ohh… those. But why- how do I make them do stuff for me?” The younger girl asked.

Getting up and kneeling in front of her bag Mary unzipped it and pulled out a piece of pink fabric, and threw it over to (Y/N) smiling, holding it up in front of her, her face grew even more red. The hot pink fabric was a t-shirt - barely - with white spaghetti thin straps that crossed at the back, the bottom of the shirt was short at the back and wrapped around to the front where it became longer and pointed. It was the sluttiest thing (Y/N) had ever seen before (having lived in the very conservative Derry, Maine her whole life), and she loved it. Looking up at the girls smiling at her with those motherly sweet smiles Mary spoke up at last.

“Keep it, pretty sure my tits have outgrown it anyway!” And she did.

 

Adjusting the cute top on her body, pulling it tightly around her chest and straightening out the denim skirt that had been rumpled from the drive over from the airport. (Y/N) smiled sadly, just because she was excited to see her old friends again, didn’t mean she didn’t miss the girls who helped her throughout the four most lonely years of (Y/N)’s life. Shaking the thoughts from her head she made her way upstairs to her bedroom, seeing the dark grungey vibe she had chosen for her room before she went away. With old band posters and stolen movie posters plastered on every available surface, bed covers shittily dyed black after she and Reggie had snuck the crisp white sheets into her parents dark wash, the old black and red rug with the skull face on it stared at her as if to say ‘Where have you been for so long?’. So with a heavy feeling in her chest, (Y/N) set out to redecorate her room exactly how it had been in LA at her Aunt Jenny’s place; the movers had been there a few days before (Y/N) and her Aunt to makes sure they had all of (Y/N)’s stuff and whatever else she would been for the time being. Her parents had called recently (for the first time in months might I add) and told Jenny that they wouldn’t be back when they promised they would and that they needed to stay an extra couple months in whatever country they were in now, this did not go down well with Jenny. (Y/N) knew Jenny loved her, probably more than her own mother did, so when she told (Y/N) she had fought long and hard with her sister over the phone for (Y/N) to move back to Derry on her own until her parents returned she knew it wasn’t because Jenny wanted her gone; but because she could see (Y/N) was getting more and more miserable after her four girlfriends had left for college last semester. Well it’s safe to say (Y/N) treated her Aunt to dinner that night.

 

First, she started with taking all of the old clothes she had left behind in her closet and stuffing them all into a trash bag to take to the thrift store that used to be in town, if it was still open. Next (Y/N) unpacked all of her new clothes she had curated over her years in away, pretty fabrics of white and pink fluttered on hangers on one side of her closet, low-rise denim of all varieties hung next to them while her cute coats and jackets were hung at the furthest end. Heels, boots and heeled-boots all lined the floor of her closet and (Y/N) smiled at her collection - Boy was she proud of it, everything in her closet cost her every dime she’d ever saved from her part time waitressing job near her old high school.

To say she missed high school would be a lie, but she missed her friends who were now across the country in different colleges having finished High School before (Y/N), as she was only just starting her senior year; in Derry High. Setting her thoughts aside (Y/N) realized she had been staring into her closet for a while like a weirdo, huffing a laugh at herself she moved to start peeling posters off her walls. After getting the majority of them free (Y/N) decided to keep some up like Nirvana, Radiohead, a Breakfast Club poster and her now favorite (that was her least back favorite then) a Jennifer's Body poster, God she loved that film now. Putting up some newer posters she had collected in different stores and malls (Y/N) could hear Jenny in the kitchen downstairs putting the groceries she’d just bought for (Y/N) away. Aunt Jenny was flying back to California tonight so she would be gone by the time (Y/N) woke up, god she’s going to miss her Aunt, Jenny had basically become her mother in the time they were away, but (Y/N) decided not to dwell on it too much and be thankful she was finally home.

 

After an hour or two (Y/N) was basically finished, her hot pink bedding lay beneath her with a leopard print blanket on top, there were a few posters up and some pictures - including multiple of her icon Paris Hilton. What, can you blame her? Paris Hilton is so cool. Her pink Juicy Couture tracksuit lay over the vanity chair, on it stood her makeup, skin care, perfume and other odd bits. Sighing constantly, the girl closed her eyes and smiled to herself finally relaxing after a long, long day. Until she heard her Aunt Jenny calling her,

“C'mon down princess! There’s someone who’s come to say hello!” 

“Ughh, coming!” (Y/N) replied practically rolling out of bed. Yes it was only 1pm, but she had had a long day so it’s justified; passing her floor-length mirror (Y/N) smiled at her reflection, blowing a kiss at herself before her eyes caught the pictures she’d stuck on the edge of her mirror. Her boys… For months they’d exchanged photos back and forth, until she started to feel slightly self-conscious of how she was changing.


“So (Y/N)...” Vic had hummed down the phone, the others giggling in anticipation, “What’s with the skirt? I mean, yeah we know you’re like- a girl and all, but it’s a bit weird right?”

“Yeah like what are you gonna start doing next… wearing fucking makeup?” Henry exclaimed, making the boys cackle at the idea - okay so they were a bit mean sometimes but (Y/N) was used to it, it still made her cheeks burn with embarrassment as she looked in the mirror at her first attempt of a face of makeup though. “God, don’t tell me you’re turning into fucking Greta Bowie just ‘cause you’re at a new school!” Reggie laughed. (Y/N) scoffed at them down the phone, “Fuck off! Jenny made me wear it for the photo… She fucking dropped it though and i’m not sure when i can get a new camara so.”

 

Jenny hadn’t dropped the camera that day, but shame clung to (Y/N)’s bones at her best friends’ words so she had lied to them - they continued sending her their own photos though. Reaching a finger out (Y/N) gently touched the last one they sent her, in Reggie's car (a bright blue Trans Am he got for his 16th birthday) Patrick and Vic we in the backseat grinning like devils while Henry sat in the passenger seat like the entitled brat he is, with Reggie driving. The photo was snapped through the sparkling clean windshield, (Y/N) thinks it was Vic’s mom taking the picture but it could’ve been anyone really. They all looked so happy, pointing to the middle seat in the back with an A4 sheet of paper taped to the headrest, the words ‘(Y/N)’s Seat’ in thick black pen marked it. It made her tear up when she brought it up over the phone that night.

Finally back from memory-lane, (Y/N) made her way downstairs, chunky white gogo boots thudding on the stairs as she rounded the corner into the kitchen, walking right into the chest of a tall boy. Gasping as she felt gravity do its thing, a warm hand snaked around her waist pulling her back into its owner's chest, (Y/N)’s hands flew out to steady herself feeling the taut muscles beneath her hands she stepped back quickly. Thinking about how she could play this to her advantage (Y/N) thought of everything her friends had ever taught her about men.

“Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!” she exclaimed, suppressing a smirk while pressing her manicured fingers to cover her eyes, day 1 and she’s about to catch a fish. 

“I’m just so tired, it’s such a long flight to Maine from Calif- Victor?!” (Y/N) shouted, shock and embarrassment coursing through her veins, her stomach dropped. Oh. My. God. Taking him in (Y/N) notices he had bleached his hair since their last photo was sent, he was tall - definitely taller than (Y/N) and Jenna - his arms were toned but still as pale as they had been when she’d left. Her gaze trailed down his pale arms to his long fingers still wrapped around her waist… Wait- WHAT? Her head snapped up to his face and saw his expression, (Y/N) thinks all 5 stages of grief pass by before he finally lets her go, arms dangling by his sides. Vics mouth hung open, adam's apple bobbing up and down, his piercing blue eyes burning holes into her body. He did not meet her eyes until he was finished drinking her clothes and body like a starved man, even then it seemed like a task to drag his eyes away from her.

 “Wha- Sorry what did you say?” The blond boy said, almost whispering, brow raised as he tried to place where he could’ve possibly met this gorgeous girl before for her to know his name. “Do I… know you?” He finally decided on.

“Vic! It’s me, (Y/N)! Mom and dad finally let me come home!” (Y/N) grinned at him with perfectly straight white teeth, no braces in sight, but all Victor Criss could focus on was how hot his childhood best friend had grown up to be,

that and the tightening in his pants.

✰ Hope you enjoy!! ✰

[izznts]

Gym Partner Snack

I do NOT own any of the OC's. All OC's (Alexander and Victor) go to their rightful owner @voredraw

``99…100`` Alexander counted from his push-ups. Sweating from his hourly workout, he was trying to pass time for his husband Victor to return home after dropping off the kids at school and errands. His stomach growled, getting hungry. He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge to see nothing to satisfy his hunger. As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Walking up looking through the doors peephole, it was his workout buddy. He smiled opening the door, greeting him inside onto the sofa, Alexander following close behind, sitting on the sofa.

``Alexander, that workout was amazing, I never been this pumped to workout in forever!`` His buddy exclaimed, smiling. 

``What I tell you? Never underestimate what an ex-military man shares.`` He winked, flexing his arms.

``Well I wanted to ask you if we can go to the gym right now?`` He asked, Alexander nodding and getting up leading the way to the front door. As soon as the door opened his stomach growled loudly. He turned to his gym buddy and smirked, licking his lips.

``Are you good bro, your stomach growled-`` Before his buddy could finish his sentence, he got pounced on. His entire head in the gaping.

The man flailed trying to pry free before the first swallow. All of Alexanders weight being on top of him. His shoulders coming through his lips ever-so-quickly, eager to get into his stomach. He held his friends arms to the side swallowing again, reaching up to his friends abs.

``Man you're going to fill me up nicely.`` Alexander thought, taking in another huge swallow up to his friends butt. His abs started to bulge outward with his meal slowing coming down. His shirt starting to lift up slightly from each swallow. Tilting his head back, he let gravity take its course and finish his friend off with the legs. One final swallow and his friend stayed in his belly which rounded out a couple feet.

``Heh, you have no idea the timing you had for me.`` He chuckled, his belly squirming in front of him, bulges of hands and feet reaching out trying to escape free. Alexander teasingly pushing them back in place. Turning around, he closed the front door and walked into the living room. His belly leading and swaying side to side. With a cocky grin, he lifted his belly up and listened to his friends yelling. Laughing, he let go and let it bounce making some sloshing sounds.

``Now this is your workout routine called escape!`` He teased, sitting on the sofa. His belly laying in between his meaty legs. He took off his shirt and threw it on the side of him. His belly gurgling loudly allowing his meal to process. Smirking, he poked his gut numerous times trying to get his friends attention. Minutes after his husband Victor came through the door. 

``Honey I'm home! Sorry for coming later than I should, I got groceries!`` Victor commented, walking to the living room and seeing his husband with a gut. Poking around it smirking.

``Yeah um… maybe we can get groceries later, I'm feeling a little more cuddly right now~`` He said, Victor blushing at his husband's bigger form. Alexander got up from the sofa and walked to his husbands smaller form, gently bumping him with his gut. He gently grabbed his husband and lifting him onto his shoulder and walking to the bedroom. Throwing Victor onto the bed, he gets pinned down by the giant gut, squirming on top of him. 

``Alexander who did you eat this time?`` Victor questioned, rubbing the sides of the giant dome on top of him. He got a belch from him and a grin before he decided to reveal his answer. Alexander thumped his chest belching loudly. 

 BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRP

``Just my gym partner no biggie.`` He answered, the said gym buddy squirming eagerly. Victor rubbed his lovers dome lovingly before switching his position, moving Alexander laying on the bed and him sitting in front. Alexander lifted his hands behind his head, letting his lover do all the work. Rubbing his fat and pushing in bulges, he could do this every time his friends come over. Alexander gave Victor a deep kiss before letting him sleep ever so soundly on his belly. Alexander doing the same, his buddy squirming until his squirms were no more.