#it's not exactly for anything specific and it's kinda more for me(and my darling) than it is for anyone else

[feral-aether]

Debated for a long while making physical feather refs for my own wings and how they look, but the thing is that they aren't always the same. They tend to shift day to day depending on a variety of things, not last of which are my interests at that time lol. A usual trigger for change is also music 'cause it's just so deeply part of me so it makes sense; as well as some emotions lol

Anyways, here's a list I drew up with the most common bases at the top and some others that have stronger visualizations towards the bottom lol

Fully aware I maybe should have shifted the Eagle and Owl as Hawks and Owls tend to be my default birds, but it's already been written in pen lol

Also, that bit in quotations is often how the visualizations come through in my head. That one in particular is for my Matron and Patron deities, of which I'm gonna do a pair for 'cause that feels better than doing just one. Plus then, I can add little elements from both into the other, largely with colours and little design bits but yeah lol. I have already drawn up bases for the first several here

And props to anyone who can guess the Matron and Patron deity from the colours and description alone lol

[badgers-and-cats]

Loki Smut (he has a God complex)

Masterlist // requests are open

18+ MDNI

AFAB/Female reader. (She/her pronouns used)

Warnings: smut under the cut. No plot. Unprotected P in V sex. (Wrap it before you tap it). Choking. Kinda degrading (reader referred to as a toy, etc), pet names (darling, good girl) God complex??? Let me know if I forgot anything

A/N; Not proof read. This was supposed to be short… oops. Not sure how I feel about it tbh

Yesterday i thought of Loki (specifically Ragnorok!Loki) with a God complex when he fucks you, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

Just imagine, he would be pounding into to your wet heat, groaning at the feeling of it welcoming his dick, the sweet mixture of your slick and your cum making it so much easier for him.

You’re already a moaning mess underneath him, you’ve already come undone on his tongue 3 times, and there’s no sign of him slowing down anytime soon.

“That’s it darling… such a good girl for me, taking everything I give you. Such a perfect toy, made for me,” he moans, biting and licking your neck, before wrapping his large hand around it, squeezing it… not hard enough to completely cut off your airflow, but enough to make you a little dizzy.

“Oh… my god,” you manage to get out, feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated, but still so so good. He stops suddenly, balls deep inside your pussy, that’s pulsing around his length. His grip on your neck tightens slightly, as he groans and kisses your lips.

“That’s right… I am your God. And you will worship me and take everything I give you. You’re just a set of holes made to please me,” he groans.

You can’t help but to moan at his words, pussy squeezing his dick, as he stays balls deep inside you, moving his hips slightly to reach further inside of your heat.

“P-please, my God, fuck me… God I need you so much,” you manage to get out, his hand still around your neck.

He kisses your lips once more, before flipping you round so your on your hands and knees. His pace is now much more brutal; you’re coming undone within a couple of thrusts, soaking his crotch, cock, and balls.

“Yes, my dirty girl. Cumming all over her God’s cock like a good slut,” he pulls your hair harshly, using it so he can pound into you harder; though you didn’t think he could go much harder than he was already.

“You going to take my seed, slut? Gonna let your God fill you up? Gonna fill your little pussy with my cum, and you’re going to thank me for it, understood?” He demands, his arm now wrapped around your neck, your back against his chest as he bites your earlobe.

“Yes… please, my God… need it,” you beg, moments before he releases inside of you, cum painting your walls and some leaking out of you.

After a moment or two, he gently pulls out, before laying you down on the bed, kissing your forehead and your lips softly; a nice contrast from the brutal fucking.

“Are you okay, my love? You did so well for me,” he says, moving some hair from your face as you both catch your breaths.

“Never better,” you smile softly, kissing him once again, before he runs you a bath and helps you to get cleaned up, praising you and being so gentle. The night ends with gentle kisses, cuddles, and “I love you’s.”

You smile to yourself as you fall asleep, wrapped up in his arms, knowing exactly what to do to him to tease him get him riled up.

All it took was two words. My God. And that he was. Your God.

[yourheart-inmyhands]

heyyy it’s me again😓

i love ur writing sorryy😭 whenever it’s more convenient for you tho could i ask for yan zhongli (im obsessed with that man omfg), ayato and pantalone (again im obsessed w him sorry🥀) with a darling who is like, super high-maintenance? for an example they need to have their hair and nails done or they REFUSE(including them) to go near anyone because they think they don’t look good enough

stay safe, take breaks and make sure u are healthy above everything tho!!💗

-🐚

so i've never been into any of the hair and nails stuff (got my nails done professionally once in middle school, got sick of em after a week and ripped em all off) so i don't know how correct the lingo is, i kinda just went based off what i know from my sister, so i hope you enjoy :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including a small bit of delusional behavior, a small bit of obsessive behaviors, no specific pronouns used for the reader but a lot of mentions of reader having their hair/nails/lashes being done, and the rest is just sorta soft. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Zhongli, if you think this man has the mora to pay for anything you’re funny. There is an upside to this though, while he can’t pay to have you get your nails and hair done, or your lashes or for whatever else you wanna get, he can learn to do it for you. Hair and lashes take him a while as they can be more finicky but nails he picks up instantly. Not only is it cheaper but you can describe to him exactly what you want and he’ll be able to do it because he understands you and knows what you mean when you describe things. Plus you don’t have to worry about looking good when you get them done, you can just hang around in your pajamas until everything is finished.

Zhongli listened as you described the design you wanted on your nails, sorting through the assortment of polishes he had collected over his time with you. He’d do anything to please you, and while he couldn’t pay for the things you loved, he could certainly learn to do it for you. He understood wanting to maintain a certain image to the public but he’ll always insist that you look your best when you’re just you. When your hair hasn’t been done in a while, no fake lashes, and when your nails are just painted, no extra things on it. He doesn’t mind appearances, finding that he’s lived too long to base his relationship off something as simple as that, but he does appreciate both sides of you. While he’ll gladly chat about things while he does your nails or gossip while he does your hair, he’ll occasionally remind you that regardless of how you look, he’s always going to love you.

Yandere!Ayato is on top of it, like he schedules and pays for everything. He hires only the best and has them come to you, so that you can get the proper treatment you deserve in the comfort of the Kamisato Estate. You have personal stylists who do your nails, your hair, lashes, wardrobe updates, anything you want and they can do it. They also have some of the hottest gossip about the happenings in Inazuma, giving a proper salon treatment everytime they’re around.

You weren’t sure how Ayato made time to always schedule your appointments and such, keeping more on top of them than you did some days, but you weren’t about to complain about it. Your nail tech and hair stylist were amazing at their jobs, catering to your every whim and doing a phenomenal job at that, like they were born for this kind of work. The stories they brought with them were always just as great, the latest happenings around the city and the nation as a whole, who was doing what now and such on and so forth. Ayato would come to check in on you occasionally throughout your appointment, checking that everything was going well. And of course, when it’s done he expects you to come to his office and show off. He doesn’t care if you interrupt anything, to him you’re his top priority always. Plus he loves to see his darling all dolled up, feeling like the prettiest person in all of Inazuma. In his opinion, you always are, dolled up or not.

Yandere!Pantalone appreciates your intense take on your looks as appearances are a huge thing in his line of work, both on the business aspect and the intimidation aspect. He wants people to see that his accumulated wealth doesn’t go to waste, that he didn’t work for nothing. No, he uses his mass amount of mora to spoil his beloved, someone he has no problem writing checks or opening his wallet for. Anyone else can mind their own, his money is yours. The only downside to this is that he’s a horribly busy man, he’ll find whatever stylists you want and find some way to bring them to the Palace so you can have your appointments in the security of the Harbingers, but it’s up to you to schedule the appointments and keep track of when you’ll need to see them again. Just make sure you tell him when they are when you go to flaunt your new hairstyle and nail’s to him.

Pantalone’s soft smile spread just a bit farther across his face as you came bounding into his office, a bright smile of your own. You had just gotten your hair done and nails touched up and he could tell you were back to feeling like yourself again. While he appreciated all your looks and sides, he loved seeing you smiling and happy, and if that meant spending all this money for you to get pampered, he didn’t mind. He didn’t understand a lot of the words you used as you described what they did to your hair and nails, but he happily listened anyway, his delicate smile never faltering as you retold the whole chain of events. Even if his smile was often for show, when you were around it was never more genuine. He holds your hands in his larger, gloved ones as he looks over your nails, his fingers lightly tracing over the designs with an amused glimmer in his eyes. You were certainly something, and he intended to keep that bright light of yours shining.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Education

Lesson #2: Friends Help Friends Cum.

A/N: this wasn’t supposed to be posted until next week. But , I think in light of the current state of Twitter, we could all use a reset. So, here you go. warnings: smut.

"Wanna get the fuck outta here?" Matty walked straight up to her in the crowded room, drink in one hand, a blunt in the other.

She all but jumped out of her skin. "Holy shi- hello to you, too!" All this time and self-restraint she'd wasted trying to avoid him, not keep her eyes on his every move or watch his every interaction at the party, not think about his hand between her legs the other night, his voice encouraging her, his touch lighting her up, he has ruined it all in 5 seconds.

"Seriously, this party's kinda depressing. Wanna go someplace else?"

"Did you have somewhere in mind?"

Matty shrugged, "not really. could be out on the front steps for all I care. Just- something about being surrounded by all of this" He waved his armed in no specific shape or direction, "it's just- sad."

she nodded. Matty took her by surprise when he grabbed her hand and led her, confidently, through the crowd. She was devastated. She never imagined herself to be such a cliche. The whole "inexperienced, bumbling idiot catches feelings for the bad boy who occasionally sleeps with her" thing is such a tried and tired trope. And, yet, here she finds herself, sweating through her top because he's holding her hand when he didn't necessarily NEED to. She always thought if she were to make a fool of herself over a boy, she’d at least be original about it. But the truth is that her experience is one she shares with all the women in his phone.

***

"I have to say, I never thought I'd see the day that Matty Healy willingly leaves a party early." She took a sip of the drink he'd brought with him, passing the glass back to him. "I mean, we're literally four feet away, on the stairs, but still."

Matty laughed softly, looking up at the sky and considering her words, as if an answer were written in the nights stars. After a moment's pause, he simply shrugged. "Just trying to grow up, I guess."

"That's-"

"Pathetic ?"

"Hot, actually." the words that left her mouth surprised her. She blushed instantly, internally kicking herself for being so careless with her tongue. If Matty was thrown off, he didn't show it.

"I thought you liked my, umm- wait, what did you always used to call it?"

"Sophisticated dickhead act." she reminded him. It sounded more like condemnation.

"Ah, yes! ‘Sophisticated dickhead.’ that's it."

"You pulled it off beautiful, don't get me wrong. But, doing the difficult thing and being a responsible adult, that's...gonna get you so laid."

They both laughed.

"Speaking of getting laid." Matty quirked an eyebrow, looking at her suggestively. "I'm just the right amount of sad, horny, and stoned. Wanna go somewhere?"

"My place."

***

“Lay down for me?” Matty adjusted the pillows on the bed, fluffing them up so they’d be comfortable for her. She blanked for a moment. Focusing a little too much on the “for me.”

“yes- okay.”

“thanks, Darling.”

Oh, she was so in for it. Desperate for a change of topic, she said the first thing that popped into her head. “So, what’d you have in mind for today?”

Matty giggled. “You make it sound so clinical.”

“well, we’re not exactly, making love or anything.” She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. Matty hesitated for a moment, his brows curled. “No, I guess we’re not- anyway, I, umm, was going to ask you if you like getting head?”

Now, that, was a swift transition. “I- uhh- sorry, what?”

“do you like it when guys go down on you?” He asked, bluntly, yet again.

“I, uhhh. No. Sorry.” She squirmed away in embarrassment. “No, don’t apologize! I’m glad I asked first!”

unprompted, she began to offer up all sorts of explanations. “It’s always boring. Either doesn’t feel pleasurable at all, or feels kinda gross like they’re drooling on me or something. And then there’s that weird feeling of guilt. Like- like, they’re at least trying so I have to be nice about it. I can’t tell them to stop, can I? So- umm…I just end up faking it to get them to quit.”

“Oh, I see.”

“what?” She could see a look on his face that she wasn’t able to read. “Nothing, nothing.”

“Matty, tell me!”

“It- well, it just sounds like these guys didn’t know what they were doing. And- I mean, if we were to do it, I would never make you have to fake it.”

“oh, really? Is that so?” She smiled, mildly intrigued by the idea. “yeah, I mean- this is, like, the wankiest shit I’ve ever said- I don’t mean to mansplain the female orgasm to you- I just- I’ve had great reviews is what I’m saying. But, I don’t wanna push it. If you say you don’t like it, then you don’t like it. We’ll just do something else-“

“no, no. Hold on a minute. I wanna try.”

“you do?”

“yeah, I mean, that’s the point of this-“ she stuttered for a moment, “this sex education course…”

“Is that what we’re calling it, then?” Matty chuckled, making her wonder if he meant anything by this question. Did he want it to be what they’re doing? Did he not? “Alright, let’s give it a try. But if you feel uncomfortable or change your mind at any moment, you let me know and we’ll stop, okay?”

she smiled, nodding. “if you’re too overwhelmed to speak in the moment, just squeeze my hand three times and I’ll stop. Okay? That’ll be our signal.”

*** She couldn’t deny it. Matty was right. He knew exactly what he was doing. Of course, as she’d suspected, it was all in the foreplay. The way he’d delicately touched her, whispered into her ear every single obscene thought that he looked forward to “showing” her and “teaching” her. The way his hands grazed past her nipples, ran down her legs. Hover over her thighs. She was already wet before his tongue had even touched her. “Relax, darling. Don’t worry about a thing, yeah? No pressure.” There was that ‘darling’ again. At long last, he dipped his head between her thighs, licking into her. She gasped, her body raising slightly, before Matty’s firm grip over her waist kept her in place. Something about his strong arm pinning her down so effortlessly stirred desire within her, so when she felt his mouth at work again, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. “Holy shit! Matty- I- ahh”

Soon, she’d abandoned the idea of remaining quiet. She was begging and moaning for him. Matty pulled away from her with an obscene slurping sound. “How’re we doing, honey? Still feeling good? Havin fun?”

she appreciated the check in but she also desperately wanted him to shut the fuck up and get back to eating her out.

“Yes, yes, yes. Fine. Fun. Just please-“ her hand reached for his hair, shoving him back down. She imagined that he was smiling. *** ”hey, you look…all blissed out. So it wasn’t fake then?” Matty grinned down at her as she struggled to catch a breath after her orgasm. “Absolutely not.”

“good to know.” He winked. “Okay, now your turn.” She sat up on her elbows, looking at him with anticipation.

“what?” He laughed nervously. “you scratch my back; I scratch yours. Drop your jeans, Healy. Let’s go.”

“we don’t have to do that right now, you know. It’s not a transaction. That’s not the point-“

“I want to. Please? C’mon. Unless you’re not in the mood, then-“

“For you? Im always in the mood.”

*** “Fuckin hell, baby. So good for- just relax your jaw- open up a bit more, that’s it.” Matty mumbled something under his breath, his head tipped backwards, his eyes clothes. “Fuckin perfecttt.”

She felt her breathing flatten, fighting the urge to move her mouth, she kept going, even attempting, at one point, to surprise him and take more of him into her mouth. Unfortunately, her eagerness was not reflected in her gag reflex.

Matty’s eyes shot open, looking down at her. “You alright? Gosh, why did you do that for. I didn’t say you needed to!”

“sorry, sorry, I’m fine! I just thought- I don’t know what I thought.” She look downwards, still heaving and coughing, and now embarrassed. Matty reached over and wiped at the drool with the back of his hand. “Good students follow instructions. Just do as I say, will you?”

she nodded. “You wanna keep going?”

“yeah” as soon as she opened her mouth back up, she realized that she did, not, in fact want to keep going. She reached for his hand and squeezed it three times, instantly getting his attention. “what? What is it, baby?”

“jaw is tired. Don’t wanna do this anymore.”

He pulled away immediately. “Alright. That okay. Thanks for telling me.”

***

“so, how’s that jaw?”

she rolled her eyes. “It’s fine, Matty! Just like the last five times you asked.”

“And your knees?” His arms squeezed her closer to his side. “my knees never hurt in the first place. Cuz you set down a pillow and all.”

“okay. Just makin sure.”

“You don’t have to worry about me. Your dick is not that powerful. You ah end broken me.”

Matty chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, let’s go to sleep then.” He turned his back towards her for a moment, to turn out the bedside lamp. “Hey, what are we?” He asked, flicking the switch off. The darkness hid her shocked and confused expression. “What?”

“I mean, I know I’m showing you all these things…but, I guess I never know if that’s all it is?”

“w-what do you mean?” Her heart drummed with anticipation. He feels it, too. He thinks about it, too. It’s not all in her head. “I mean, I never know where the boundaries are…like, am I allowed to kiss you? Like when we greet each other and stuff?” He paused for a moment. “Nah, that would get too confusing, wouldn’t it? Guess I just answered my own question, didn’t I? We’re friends. Friends don’t kiss. Yeah?”

“y- umm- right. Yeah. Friends don’t kiss.”

“okay. Glad we cleared that up. Goodnight.” he rolled over on his side, eventually falling asleep. Leaving her wide awake right by his side.

[nogenderbee]

Night Ride with Haruka

Happy birthday to my darling idol!

TagList: @bleachtheidiot

In recent days Haruka had way too much work on her head. Since she's an idol, she wanted to throw a birthday show which only added onto everything. She had to take care of environment, costumes, songs and all that stuff since she wanted it to be perfect and for everyone to have fun. Of course she accepted some help but it wasn't enough.

You figured out that you might at least plan something for her so she can rest, so you suggested picking her up from concert which she gladly accepted!

Soon after you heard them all say goodbye and everyone started to leave, you noticed your girlfriend heading to you. You were in more isolated corner since you know how much she hates getting you dragged into all of that.

"Hi, sorry for making you wait. More people wanted to wish me happy birthday than I expected..."

"Not a surprise. You're their idol, it's natural they want to show they appreciate you. But it's kinda sweet of them!"

"Yes... I asked girls to hold in gifts for me since I didn't wanted to drag them here with me... so we're all good to go."

You gave her a happy nod and that's when your ride began. Just you, your girlfriend and a motorbike. Streets were rather quiet so she finally had a break. And you could feel it by the way she laid her head on her back. Of course she wasn't falling asleep but she was just resting and you couldn't be more happier!

"Are we going anywhere specific?"

"I figured out the best for you is to go home. But sky is clear so maybe we can have a bit longer ride if you're not this tired?"

"Sounds good to me!"

"I'm glad. Happy Birthday then Haruka. I hope you enjoy it even tho this day is coming to an end."

During the ride, you were mostly resting in comforting silence, sometimes she was looking at the sky and so were you whenever you got the chance, but you were also simply chatting from time to time about topics that passed your head!

Maybe your idea wasn't anything shocking but you could tell that it was exactly what she needed. A moment of relaxation she deserved so much!

❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉

[butwhatifidothis]

LMAOOO I’ve seen some butthurt e stans crying about “toxicity” and how everyone in the feh fandom is so mean to them dhhdhshshf idk maybe if you guys didn’t insist on putting that white-haired she-beast in the VG every damn year we wouldn’t be having this problem!! ever think about that !!!

Exactly, cuz like. I got pity-broke three times by F!Edelgard back when I was trying to get my +10 F!Dimitri during their release, and she pity broke me again on an entirely different banner months later. She has re-ran so many times by now, including literally right now. She is by no means rare or particularly valuable - hell, with the sheer amount of counters made for specifically her she's not nearly what she once was anymore. But because she has the reputation of breaking the game in half - which, mind, she very much did before, she's just way easier to deal with now - people keep trying to push her into shit she's got no business being in.

She will never win an AHR. Ever. Not once. She has no chance of ever doing that with her lacking fodder, easy accessibility, and watered-down utility. And because edelstans either don't know or don't care about that, they've effectively shot down any chance of any alt for Edelgard winning an AHR. Pretty much proven to be the case by S!Edelgard - seasonal, swimsuit, decent fodder, harmonic with another fan fave, has a neat niche no one else really has yet (triple Galeforce), and she still fuckin' lost. To pretty much literally anyone.

Like, I got Big Annoyed that Veronica had just beat out Embla (and, well, I am still kinda annoyed lmao), but in reality I am in fact way more annoyed that F!Edelgard snatched a spot from not just specifically Embla, but literally any other viable option. I remember a few people bein' genuinely shocked that Duo!Duma and Duo!Askr as well as Embla all failed to get a ranking, meanwhile here's this jingly-hat-wearin' JESTER of a unit at this point, getting in yet again despite everyone's clear disdain for her. There's a reason that Camilla, a character who has been shat on by the FEH community (as well as the general FE fandom honestly) for years, managed to tank a x12 multiplier and get the win, and it's cuz at this point people will take just about anything else over F!Edelgard.

Also not helped by them cryin' about how they're just so bullied by the FEH community, that Edelgard only ever loses because everyone just hates her and their fans for no reason. Nothing to do with their behavior, or their consistent inability to coordinate the VGs to save their lives - these nine losses were all because of unfair coin flips, or sabotage, or bullying, and all these other things that make them pitiable little darlings. Including when the "coin toss" is completely in their favor. And when they back a comparatively useless unit. And when they shit on people who dare to politely explain why this shit keeps happening. Yeah pretty sure that's uhhhh gonna turn some heads away lmao

[he-calls-me-kitten]

Brain rot about the same Solomon from his darling appertince getting jealous of Satan tutoring mc in HIS best subject and him taking mc to the school’s library after everyone is gone and…..

Anon, your brain deserves a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates! Oof how I love this!

⚜️

Everyday you and Solomon talked about your dorms, telling each other about anything and everything that happened. Usually you have way more to report while he sits back and chuckles.

You sighed. "...and before dinner, Lucifer suddenly called a meeting and assigned Satan to tutor for the upcoming exams, so Satan took Levi and me- Solomon? You... okay?"

Solomon didn't realise exactly how fast his expression had changed. How his knuckles turned pale white, how his eyes widened in rage or how blue flames shot out of his fingers.

"Oh sorry. One of my new magic stones must be acting up again." He controlled himself. "Please continue, what did Satan teach you?"

"Seductive speechcraft. Can you believe it's an actual subject?" You shook your head in disbelief. Solomon's jaw tightened again. "He was only teaching you? Alone?"

"No, Levi was there too. Jeez, he made me seduce both of them." You chuckled. "And the best part is how easy it was. I mean simply meowed at Satan and I was done!"

But, you'd look so cute meowing on your hands and knees.

Solomon grit his teeth and shook his head. Lately you were making your way into his head in such lewd scenarios, he had to control himself magic.

"I see. Well, what's the next subject he's supposed to teach you?"

"Devildom history." You groaned. "By far the most tedious. It's going to take days to cover all the material. I just hope I don't fall asleep midway."

Solomon grinned. History is his forte. He can take care of this for you, in the best possible way. "Say, MC, I'm fairly skilled at the subject myself. Would you like me to teach you instead? I can even correlate with human history to give you a better understanding of the timeline."

Your eyes sparkled. "Yes please! That will be so much better! I'll go inform Satan. Thank you, Solomon!" Excited, you pressed a kiss on his cheek in gratitude.

Once isn't nearly enough. Do it again. Please.

"Haha sure. It pleases me to talk to someone who actually understands what I'm talking about, you know?" Solomon talks, still dazed from your kiss. "Meet me at the Central Library at 8, tomorrow."

⚜️

"There you are, MC." He patted the seat next to himself. "Come sit. I already took whatever books we need from the shelves."

You smiled and thanked him. "The library seems kinda empty today. It's usually more crowded, isn't it?"

"Indeed. I wonder why." He lied. As if he didn't specifically choose this time and place. He sat back, letting your fragrance fill the air around him. "Now, then shall we get started?"

He counted each time you gripped his thigh and laughed, each time playfully elbowed his arm and especially the times you laid your cheek on his shoulder to read off the pages.

11. 6. 15.

"I didn't know history could possibly be that fun! You should teach classes instead of that teacher we have." You frowned and shook your head. "Hey look, they dimmed the lights. Looks like we're the only ones left."

"Indeed." Solomon leaned in towards you. "Want to stay longer? See if something happens?" You smiled cheekily, nodding. He remembered your kiss from yesterday. Surely it meant he was allowed to embrace you with one too?

"My curious little apprentice, aren't you?" He let his lips fall on your cheek. So supple. So soft. His kiss lingered much longer than a casual kiss is supposed to. Yet you didn't mind. Only stared at him with a blushing face.

Something more fun was about to happen tonight.

[albeyo]

sweetest pie

[kaeya x reader]

you've never been to heaven, have you?

kaeya has been through so much, and because of that, he deserves so much more.

warnings: sugar baby kaeya :D, soft dom, "sugar daddy" is used for reader but their gender is undecided, modern au, slight mentions of mistreatment and human trafficking

With the physic kaeya owned, He knew he would best at tempting people and stripping them of their money. Even his personality accommodated for it. Flirting came naturally to him and his body moved gracefully yet sultry. He knew he would be perfect for the job. It's why he took on sugar baby offers given to him by old men commenting on his Instagram posts. through that, he quickly finds out that taking in sugar daddies/mommies in that way is a bad idea. His accidental free sex work without anything in return or being exploited off his nudes. Even when he contractually got a sugar daddy, all that happened was sex. Kaeya received the bare minimum, though it wasn't until he heard the old man planning to sell him off did he decide to end the contract and run away.

Kaeya thinks back to his scumbag of a first sugar daddy. As if he was just another toxic ex he had a long time ago which, to be fair, he kinda was. He thinks of all the other bad things that happened to him in his "career." From dealing with weird fetishes to almost being sold off, it's been a very eventful job.

He sighs while wearing only his silk robes as he wanders through his current residence; an expensive condominium that hovers over the city of mondstadt, giving him a view of the entire city like no other. He couldn't even dream of living here if he stayed with that scumbag. The condo wasn't the only thing luxurious item he had. He had designer everything, the latest editions of devices available, wines from all over the world, and more. Everything he earned from being hot and pretty from someone, specifically his current sugar daddy.

(Name) is a businessman, or at least that is how they introduce themselves. Kaeya doesn't know what kind of business it is they operate but this job pays him too so he doesn't concern himself much about it. He can't help but be curious though, especially when he's given so much time to himself. He tries to think of the possibilities on what (name)'s business could be. Considering (name)'s personality and net worth there wasn't much he could think of other than illegal works, but he doubts (name) with dabble with such work.

As kaeya thinks to himself, he hears the doorknob jiggle and opens. Revealing the devil that is (name).

"Hey there, love. Enjoying yourself?" (name) mentions as they walk closer to their darling, quickly but sweetly kissing kaeya's lips. "very much so. How about you? did you enjoy yourself at work?" kaeya pats down (name), dusting the non-existent dust off of their suit. "Very funny of you, love. You know best how work treats me." Kaeya chuckles to himself as he is reminded of the many times (name) would absolutely wreck him when work proved itself to be very stressful. "Maybe you were hoping for me to let it all out today on you, hm? You do know that if wanted the same treatment you could just ask."

as much as kaeya loved those hate-lust-filled nights it's not exactly what he's opting for tonight.

"You work so hard to support your little whore." kaeya leans in to catch (name) into a deep kiss, making sure to let his hand wander all over (name)'s body. (Name) pulls away to trail kisses up to kaeya's ear. "Of course, i gotta treat him right." He whispers as he resumed to kissing kaeya all over.

"hng~ then.. please treat me right~"

Kaeya deepens the kiss making sure (name) is linked to his tongue. His hands find themselves tangled in (name)'s hair. (name)'s hands traveling lower and lower kaeya's body. Suddenly carrying kaeya's body onto the couch. "The couch will have to do, for now, love. As you've said, i gotta treat my whore right, and I should do it as soon as possible" (name) trails kisses once more, but this time they trail down to kaeya's chest. untying the ribbon that's holding up his robe to have access to his body. (Name) immediately dives down to suck all over kaeya's breasts and nipples, prompting multiple loud moans from the man beneath them. (name) looks at kaeya's face, seeing how kaeya is freely moaning, they hitched their hand lower. As (name) happily sucks on kaeya's tits, their hands went to pay attention to kaeya's hard cock.

"a-aH~ mhmm (n-name)~" kaeya moans as he looks down to see all the activities done on him. His tits were all bruised and wet from the sucking, and his cock now standing proud in (name)'s hand being teased at the same time. "You like seeing yourself like this, love? you love it when you see yourself done right, no?" (name) then proceeds to pump kaeya's hard cock slowly, but fast enough to give him a bit of stimulation.

"Hng- nghmm~ (Name), please" kaeya pleads to (name). His horniness being off the roof cause of (name)'s gentle care of him.

"You haven't answered me, love. Just a simple yes, and you could have anything from me. So answer me, kaeya,"

Kaeya trashes around trying to fuck himself on (name)'s hand, all the while he tries to answer. "ngh- yess~ haah.. i love to see when you make me like this~" Kaeya's answer was all that (name) needed. Not wanting to prolong it, they pull away from kaeya's chest and reach their head lower. Kaeya had no time to react to the lack of stimulation when he immediately felt (name)'s tongue lick his cock. He looks down again to see (name) with their tongue out making direct eye contact with him before taking him fully in their mouth.

"Mhmm~! Fuuuck, (name)- aAhH~" Kaeya freely moans, feeling everything (name) does to his cock. He feels the back of (name)'s throat, their teeth occasionally grazing his cock, and more. (Name) moans around him, making sure kaeya feels it all over himself. Pulling themselves off for a moment, continuously jerking kaeya off. "Don't hold back on me now, kaeya. grab my hair, fuck yourself in my mouth, do everything you want." And kaeya does just that. Holding onto (name)'s hair and humping up, as if (name)'s mouth were a fleshlight made only for kaeya.

"Ah~ ah~ ah~ mhmm! 'm gonna cum- hng~" it was embarrassingly for kaeya to cum so early, but the entire day of pent up horniness was to blame for his current endeavor.

(name) stays still as kaeya keeps moaning and fucking their mouth, only wanting to please his whore.

It takes merely a few seconds for kaeya to come in (name)'s mouth, coating it all with his semen. (Name) slowly pulls away from his cock, climbs up to his face, and kisses him. Kaeya happily accepts the kiss when he feels (name) push his own cum down his throat, nonetheless, kaeya gulps it down. They pull away with a string of saliva and maybe some cum connecting them.

"mhmm (name), i want more.. fuck this whore of yours<3"

Both of them are breathless but knows that the night is far from over.

[thecontumacious]

Hey there! I saw your fnaf hcs and I just finish watching vox stream fnaf so can I request a part 2 to the hcs where their first date is another streaming of fnaf? I’m looking forward to it, thanks a bunch!

Nothing More Romantic

Pairing: Vox Akuma x Streamer!GN!Reader (part 2)

Cheeky Little Things | Vox Akuma x Streamer!GN!Reader (part 1)

a/n: i'm glad you both loved that and i'm more ecstatic to know you guys are interested in a part 2~ the hc's might not be exactly how you wanted anons, and i sincerely apologize if it's not up to your expectations (T⌓T) hopefully you'll enjoy what i've come up with regardless!

vox akuma 🟢 : hey y/n

y/n l/n 🟢 : yes vox?

vox akuma 🟢 : what would you do if i were there to meet you irl?

y/n l/n 🟢 : tbh idk i guess i’d just hang out with you?

vox akuma 🟢 : okay good now open your door

y/n l/n 🟢 : VOX WHAT THE FUCK STOP KIDDING AROUND

vox akuma 🟢 : okay fine.

you cock your eyebrow at the alarming message, wondering what vox was up to this time before hearing a horrific knocking on the bedroom door, as you lived alone.

“y/n?”

was that--

“VOX WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK”

“you said not to kid around so i let myself in! keys are nothing in the face of a demon, you know," and even from behind a door, you can hear the mischief in his voice

“fuck you! you know that’s not what i meant!! wait outside!”

vox chuckles from the other side of the door, crossing his arms as he hears you shuffle around inside doing who knows what

“are you hiding what i shouldn’t see here in there, dear?”

“n-NO IM NOT”

vox lets out a laugh, “of course you aren’t.”

“shut up vox!” you retort

after a while, the door finally cracks open and there you were, shyly hiding behind the door in your pajamas

vox paused

and absolutely lost it upon seeing you in this unprepared state

YOU’RE TOO CUTE٩(๑ `н´๑)۶

but the demon keeps his composure as best he can and said, “hello love, mind if i come in?”

“i kinda do, yeah,” you smile at him bitterly(╬≖_≖). “could you have not warned me at least????”

“surprises are always fun, aren’t they?”

“oh, are they? i, in fact, dislike them when they specifically come from you,” you glare him down.

“alright, sorry. is that what you wanted me to say, darling?”

“sorry won’t cut it!”

that’s when you suddenly feel the door being opened against your will and you are suddenly thrown against it, pressed up by vox who towers over you with ease

“what else do you want me to do to make it up you, hm?” he leans down and whispers into your ear, “you indeed have many demands for me.”

“v-vox--“ you want to say so many things but you’re too flustered to do anything, too caught up by the fact vox akuma was in your room

“speak up, my dear,” the said demon smirks.

but you can only stare up at him, words completely lost. you never rly got to see him so up close like this, in person…

he was absolutely beautiful

vox pulls away just a bit and he notices you staring at him, words unspoken

so what he does is boop your nose to catch you off guard.

v(・∀・*)

what a bully >:(

broken out of your daze, you see him snickering delightfully. you blush hard and push him off of you.

“f-fuck off… “ you curse as steam leaves your ears

“was i too much?” vox follows you and offers you a slightly sympathetic smile

you roll your eyes and choose not to answer, definitely not to feed his ego

you leave your bedroom and into the kitchen, grabbing a glass before turning to vox again who had tailed you here

“do you want anything? tea maybe?”

“it’s alright, i don’t want to bother you.”

“oh don’t be so polite now, voxie,” you roll your eyes. the demon chuckles.

“i won’t be long, so no need for the hassle.”

you sigh, “fine.”

“so what brings you here, voxie? surely not just to bully me?”

vox pouts, “don’t look at it like that, y/n. i only did it because you look so cute.”

“humor me, won’t you?”

“so i shall,” he says. “i just wanted to see you is all.”

you pause and then look at him properly

“that's all? you sure?”

vox chuckles, “no not rly. one more thing.”

the demon stands up, then approaching you.

“i wanted to talk about earlier today. what happened right post stream”

oh

continuation utc!

you take a deep breath and indicate him to continue, “what about it?”

“i want to clarify something,” vox begins, fixing his gaze on you. “how do you truly feel about me? about... us?”

you lean back as you feel your heart thrumming against your rib cage

how you felt about him huh?

“you make me smile, vox. i feel safe around you so i tend to be myself more. and whenever you leave, i miss being with you. i... would like to know about the prospects of 'us' too,” god, was that too much? your face reddens so you look away, terribly embarrassed and flustered because obviously, this was the one true time you’ve ever relaid your real feelings for this demon

it didn't help the fact this was your first real life meeting with him too

fingers make their way to your jaw that makes you look up, making you stare straight into vox’s glowing yellow eyes

his gaze is gentle and though your heart is still erratic, you don’t panic when he holds you

“there’s no need to be embarrassed, y/n,” he whispers, smiling. “because i feel the same way. if not, more. do you feel this?”

vox reaches for your hand and places it on his chest, so you feel the rapid beating of his heart

“this is your doing. this heart belongs to you now.”

god, why was he so good with his words...?

vox lets go of your hand, “but i don’t want to rush you. i’m here to know what your feelings are. i’m not here to pressure an answer.”

you ache for the warmth of his hand again, but you held yourself back for both of your sakes

“i understand,” you nod. “i’ll think this through, okay?”

vox smiles. “alright. i have to go now, i’ll see you soon.”

“and i you, voxie.” you watch him leave the kitchen and when you exit the room yourself, he’s already gone back home.

you return to your bedroom and take a while staring at your pc, before deciding to respond to vox's earlier question

y/n l/n 🟢 : hey vox?

vox akuma 🟢 : hm?

y/n l/n 🟢 : can we try us?

vox, for an entire minute, doesn't know what to say.

there it was. the answer he'd been waiting for.

this time around, he'd finally be able to call you his and him yours

he'll take it slow for you, he pledged to himself. he was willing to wait for you after all.

y/n l/n 🟢 : up for another fnaf date?

"hi milord, hi y/n!!"

"hello, kindred, it's good to be back here," you smile, turning to vox on screen

he laughs, "it sure is always lovely when you're around."

"you flatter me too much, vox."

vox savors in your precious laugh, still in disbelief how you're officially his now.

"oi, voxie. disconnected, have we?"

oops

"got lost staring into your eyes is all, my love~"

"guys it's an actual date now"

"why of course it's a date now! isn't that right, y/n?" vox teases, curious of your response

"it is what it is, huh, chat?"

you and vox watch as the chat begins to flood with amused viewers, both made of your fans and vox's

to them, it will continue to remain vague. but for you and vox, you two are hoping for more to come

whether that be fnaf dates, silly discord banter or surprise visits, you were ready to embrace it all

"nothing more romantic than shit talking animatronics together, am i right?" you smile, and the chat begins to get more agitated at your quote

vox replies, "indeed nothing more romantic. alright, kindred. fnaf sister location, custom night! let's see who gets to be the heart stricken poultry this time, huh, y/n?"

"my bets are on you, voxie."

"let's see about that." 🐓

bonus scene:

knock knock

you turn to your door and get up to slowly open it, only to find the stench of light alcohol in the air

you are not surprised when you recognize the long black and red hair and bright yellow eyes behind the door

“vox? what are you—“

“hii y/n,” vox giggles, burping lightly afterwards

“you’ve been drinking!” you hiss, opening the door completely only to have vox lurch forward into your body, wrapping his arms around you

“yeah. i did a bit of beer tasting on stream today,” vox says into your hair. “then i wanted to see your pretty face.”

hoo boy

“vox, go home and get some rest…” you try your best to push him off of you but vox only holds you tighter against him, whining

“nooo i wanna be here… i wanted to see you after all. i didn’t come this far just to go back home so soon,” he slurs, rubbing a spot on your back in hopes he might persuade you into letting him stay a little while longer

you were selfish deep inside. you did want him to stay. but now wasn’t a good time. definitely not when he was drunk like this or especially when he has important things to do tomorrow

you pull away but stayed in vox’s hold to take a good look at him

you brush away the hair from his face and caressed his cheek, and this makes vox leans into your touch more

“you know you can’t stay here, vox. you need some rest,” you gently whisper

vox frowns, “just a little longer and then i’ll go…” 🥺🥺

“vox,” your tone is a lot more commanding this time and then the demon sighs, letting go of you

“fine, only because you asked.”

“thank you,” you stand on your toes and press a kiss to vox’s cheek

he freezes upon the touch and he looks at you as though you’ve grown an extra head

you giggle

“go home, okay?”

“give me one more kiss please,” vox pouts, visibly enticed

“after you’ve sobered up, maybe,” you start pushing vox out of your room, despite his whines and protests

once you get to the door, vox gives you a defeated look to insight some pity. but you don't humor him

“no, voxie. now go home and go to bed,” you giggle, shutting the door.

“i’m counting on that sober kiss, love!” you hear vox announce from the other side and then silence, probably already on his way back home with however his demonic powers worked

guess you should prepare yourself for a kiss soon

*you on a stream*

“oh? vox’s here! hi voxie! what’s up, buddy?”

Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]🔧 : y/n, my love, where’s my kiss

“wh-what kiss? vox are you still drunk?”

Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧 : no and now i want my sober kiss, you promised

clippers: vox asking y/n for a kiss??????!!!!

ଘ(✿˵•́ ᴗ •̀˵)

Masterlist!

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : your sugar daddy boyfriend is finally out of prison and he brought a few friends to show you off to.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : just over 4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex, oral m receiving, spitroast; sliiiight dubcon???), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink, ‘daddy’ kink, pussy spanking, one regular spank, orgasm control, overstimulation, creampie, a bit of cockwarming, exhibitionism, possessiveness (kinda? but also not at all lmao it’s hard to explain), a bit of degradation but plenty of praise as well, subtle cuckolding but without the usual power dynamics there, shitty reconstructed “sokovian” (I wrote it in the latin alphabet but the cyrillic and translations are at the end), unexpected and unnecessary fluff, very subtle angst (basically all in a flashback anyways)

                  You were needlessly anxious as you waited for him to arrive.  It had been your own idea to wait in the jet, and yet you spent every other second glancing out the tiny window, desperate for a glance of the man you missed so dearly.

If someone had told you all those years ago, when this arrangement first began, how easily he would have you wrapped around his finger… you couldn’t have believed them.  It’s just about the money, you would’ve told them, but you would’ve been impossibly wrong.

For a lot of women in this sort of situation, it really was just about the money; likewise, for a lot of men in his situation, it was just about the sex.  But the two of you had something entirely unique, nearly indescribable in fact, that very few could ever understand.  In the beginning it became clear to you that he was more in need of a companion than a lover or girlfriend, specifically.  He was still grieving his wife, still devoted to her completely, but lonely right to his core… angry, even, at the prospect of a life without his family.  You were a shoulder to cry on, first and foremost.

You thought maybe he enjoyed spending money on you because it was his way to protect you, in a way he felt he had failed to protect his family before.

And it was you that fell for him first, for his passion and his kindness before his riches or looks.  Just when you feared that he’d only ever see you as a status symbol or dress-up doll, he returned your affections in spite of his guilt at first and the two of you were inseparable ever since.

Except, of course, when you were separated, and he was imprisoned, and you were left on your own again.  Not that spending his money wasn’t fun or anything, but his loneliness was more sympathetic with each night you spent in that massive bed by yourself, wanting just to feel the warmth of him beside you again.

So, it should be understandable why you were so on edge in anticipation of his arrival.  Your painted fingernails toyed with the hem of the dress you remembered he liked on you most— the silk one that barely covered your legs and was only held up by absurdly thin straps crossing at your back.

The night he bought it for you was clear in your mind like it was only yesterday; his voice in your ear telling you how he couldn’t resist taking such a thoughtful, intelligent woman like yourself and dressing you up like a mindless drolja… or ‘slut’ as it might be said in English.  Just remembering the way he said things like that sent a shiver down your spine as strong as really hearing it, your thighs clenching together on top of the plush leather seat.

Just as you thought you might go crazy waiting for him, you saw the car pull up— your Helmut at the wheel and his two associates in tow— and your heart soared.

Longer than all the years apart combined was the minute you spent waiting to descend the jet’s staircase, hoping to meet him on the taxiway at the exact right moment.  You made sure the jewelry around your wrists and neck was laying just right before finally making your appearance.

The way he looked up at you as you started to walk down towards him… it wasn’t so different from the way he’d looked at you through the glass for the past few years, really, but it felt different.  He certainly looked different to you, without the prisoner’s uniform and looking rather imposing with that massive coat instead.

You were careful to still walk slowly, since you were wearing stilettos and all, even when you wanted more than anything to run to him and jump into his arms.  Instead, you came face to face with him, loving that confident smirk which never seemed to leave his expression, and slipped your arms around his fur-adorned neck.

“Dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi,” you hummed, pressing your lips to his and almost letting out a squeal of surprise when he immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you aggressively as his gloved hands gripped you at the waist.

He was rarely so bold, but then again he had been alone in prison for so long with only your words to try to satisfy him.  As much as you cherished being in his arms again, you also got the impression that this wasn’t just about making up for lost time— if that were true, he would’ve skipped the kiss entirely and taken you in the back of his car the moment he saw you.  No, this was a show of dominance, and not only for your benefit; that was clear when one of the men with him cleared his throat loudly and Helmut still didn’t stop.  

But that was very much like him: he was never finished with you until he was satisfied, and not a moment sooner.  His power over you was so effortless because you didn’t mind at all being his plaything… so much so that it was you leaning in for more when he pulled back, making him laugh softly.

“Did you miss me, lutka?” he purred, and you nodded as you bit your lip slightly.

“Always, Helmut,” you nodded, finally taking a moment to look away from him and at the visibly uncomfortable men at his side.  “I heard you freed him,” you said to the man you knew to be James Barnes, “thank you.”

“I’m still not over that,” the other— Sam, as you’d heard— added with a scoff.

“Come on, darling, let’s board the jet and we can talk there,” Helmut suggested, and you nodded as you turned to let them follow.

Of course, you couldn’t be totally sure, but you were pretty confident you could feel three pairs of eyes on your ass as you climbed the stairs.  Honestly, with how short the dress was, there was a risk of your thong being exposed as well, exactly the sort of almost-subtle teasing your Baron loved the most.

Once inside, Helmut showed James and Sam to their seats, and took his own as he instantly pulled you into his lap.  You caught the other two men glancing to the empty fourth seat, knowing there was plenty of room for you two to stay apart, but could they really blame you after how long you’d been alone?

Throughout the takeoff, one of his strong hands rested comfortably on your crossed legs as the other held his glass of champagne, and Sam’s gaze was attached to the way his thumb gently stroked your thigh while James seemed to be doing his best to look literally anywhere else.

“I noticed you haven’t introduced us to your… friend…” Sam trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, yes,” Helmut chuckled as if he actually forgot, “this is the woman who has been managing my estate in my unfortunate absence.”

“You’re trying to tell us this is your accountant?” James grumbled.

“She’s also my lover,” Helmut relented.

“Obviously,” Sam replied, unamused.

“She’s beautiful, no?” Helmut prompted as he ran his fingertips higher up your thigh, only glancing at the other men as he focused mainly on nuzzling against your neck. 

“Yeah, the finest money can buy,” Sam quipped, earning a cold glare from you and your man.  

“Are you with me for my money, draga?” Helmut asked you quietly as he planted a gentle kiss to the spot right where your neck met your shoulder.  You smiled and shook your head, staring right at Sam’s nervous expression.

“No, sir,” you answered aloud, and the title clearly made both of the other men uncomfortable… if, perhaps, in different ways.

“Uncross your legs,” he demanded, though his tone was still soft, and you obeyed right away as he started to lightly move his touch between your thighs.

James began adjusting in his seat and never really stopped, tugging at his jeans in an obvious attempt to conceal the growing bulge between his legs, but you only laughed at his clear embarrassment.

“See how respectful she is?” he cooed his praise, addressing the other men but keeping his eyes on you.  “I know exactly the words to make her obey to my every whim… James, you and her share that quality.”

The man sneered as you suppressed a giggle, squirming in Helmut’s lap impatiently.

“She’s loyal, too, unendingly dedicated,” he continued.  “You know she visited me weekly in Munich, at the very least?  Always by my side… like any good pet.”

A whimper escaped your throat at that term, your gut burning with need as he balanced praise and degradation effortlessly.  You didn’t find it truly demeaning only because you loved being his plaything so much, and because you knew mutual respect was at the core of your relationship with him.  But, still, it was nice to feel small when he was there to keep you safe.

James watched with a small snarl and Helmut slipped his hand into your panties, and Sam licked his lips but shifted his stare to your face instead, just as your eyes started to roll back and your head fell weakly on Helmut’s shoulder.

“And such a precious little pussy as well,” he added darkly, giving you a spank between your legs to make you choke on a squeal.  “Sweet, delicate… much like a Turkish delight, but even more addictive.”

“Please, sir,” you whispered under your breath.

“You want more, don’t you?  Tako očajno…” he chuckled.  You nodded, already starting to soak through the lace and rock your hips.  “You want to be fucked, yes?”

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Be polite and take care of our guests first, draga,” he encouraged, kissing your neck one more time before releasing you from his embrace.

Although you were most interested in being with the man you loved, you were happy to obey whatever he wished— and, frankly, sinking to your knees on the jet’s carpeted floor to crawl towards James wasn’t exactly lacking in its own appeal.

James’ eyes narrowed as Sam’s widened, and you sat up between the spread, denim-clad thighs as you blinked up at him and licked your lips.

He tensed up slightly as your hands delicately slid up his legs, his Adam's apple bobbing with a dry swallow when you grabbed his belt buckle and began to open it.

“You… you don’t have to…” he mumbled, apparently too distracted to finish his sentence.

“Yes I do,” you denied.  “Because he told me to.”

Sam winced and looked away as you unzipped James’ fly and pulled his jeans and boxers down to expose his cock, already hard and leaking a bit from the tip.  You smiled proudly, but chose not to tease him for his eagerness and instead just get right to work; you gripped him at the base and gave a few kitten licks over his shaft, savoring the taste of his precum and looking up at his expression that was equal parts shocked and sultry.

You only spent a moment suckling on the head before skipping right ahead and deepthroating him all the way to base.

“Oh, fuck,” James choked, reaching up grab the seat behind his head as his back arched, making you want to smile though you thankfully kept it down.

“Well-trained, isn’t she?” Helmut interjected proudly.

“Y-yeah,” he answered, his other hand grabbing your shoulder tightly as you began to bob your head.

Occasionally, in your peripheral, you caught Sam looking, and it made you wiggle your hips with the desire to rub your throbbing clit against the floor.  

You got a chance to breathe whenever you pulled back to suck the head and stroke the rest with your hand, and in a few minutes you had already found all the little spots that made him moan the loudest, or made his legs quiver a bit by your sides.

“Stop,” Helmut instructed, and you were already starting to pull off when James hissed and grabbed your head to hold you down.

“N-no, please,” he blurted out.

“She’ll come back to you but Sam is looking rather lonely in the corner over there,” Helmut explained, and James hesitated but let you go.  You wiped your lips and started to move towards Sam, but he shook his head.

“I don’t roll like that, man,” Sam explained, “I don’t want her doing it just because you said so.”

“Darling, won’t you tell us how badly you want to service your new friends?” Helmut challenged, and you swallowed nervously because you were a bit embarrassed to say too much and potentially anger him.  But the sparkle in his eyes didn’t seem like he was leading you into a trap… even if the other two men were confident that was what it meant.  “You find them attractive, don’t you?”

“Um, yes, sir,” you answered hesitantly, “I… saw them, and I wanted to know what their cocks looked like.  And tasted like.”

Helmut smiled and leaned forward, giving you a spank of approval through your dress (which was riding up to show most of your butt anyways).

You looked at Sam expectantly.  “May I please suck your cock, Mr. Wilson?”

His eyes darkened and you knew you were on the right track.  “What happened to ‘sir’?” he asked coyly.

“I only call Helmut ‘sir,’” you explained, “but I could call you something else.”

His finger curled to encourage you to come closer and you crawled up to sit between his legs.

“Call me ‘daddy,’” he finally instructed, opening his belt and pants for you.

“Yes, daddy,” you nodded, keeping your mouth slack for him to push his cock into.  You hummed as the head slid over your tongue, looking up at him as he bit his lip and thrust back into your throat.

“Shit, that’s good,” he whispered, guiding your head at the speed he wanted.  “Who taught you how to suck cock so good, baby?”

Helmut raised his hand and James snorted.

Sam was a bit longer but he was still no challenge to swallow all the way down, and you heard him breathing through his teeth but let your eyes fall shut to focus on your work.

“Is this… how you treat all your guests?” Sam asked tensely between heavy breaths.

“Only those who are at the right place at the right time,” Helmut answered cryptically, but you happened to know this sort of occasion was incredibly rare.  Although it might seem counterintuitive to some, this was his way to re-stake his claim over you, and after so much time apart apparently he felt he had a lot to prove.  “Keep going, but don’t let him come,” another instruction echoed from behind you.  

You pulled back to stroke Sam’s length while you croaked: “yes, sir.”

Helmut had you go back and forth for a while, keeping both men on edge and occasionally allowing you to stroke one while you sucked the other, your own need growing so quickly as you dreamed to have something inside you, anything really.

Obviously, he knew exactly how much having a cock down your throat made you wet and desperate.  And he knew that such a taboo act of, in a certain sense, breaking fidelity with a man as he not only watched but commanded you to do it would get you right on the edge in no time.

He had gotten in your head so quickly after meeting you, memorized everything that made you tick, and not once had he forgotten.  

“I-I’m close,” James warned as you sucked his head, making you slide the tip of your tongue over his slit before you took a break to suck his swollen balls into your mouth.  “Fuck, can I come?”

“Not yet,” Helmut instructed sternly.

You felt him tug you back and into his lap suddenly, and he quickly yanked your dress down to expose your breasts to the men in front of you.

“Her tits are hard, no?” Helmut prompted them, and you watched them both nod as a warm hand reached around from behind you to tweak your hardened nipples.  “Yes, she really loves to get on her knees and choke on cock.  I’d let her do the same to me but I have greater plans for her…”

As if it weren’t obvious what those plans were, he pulled your skirt up to your waist as well, spreading your legs and pulling your flimsy panties aside.  

“Is she wet?” he asked the men and they nodded again.

“Drenched,” Sam chimed in.

Helmut gave another spank to your clit as you shuddered, then rubbing slowly as if to soothe the sting.  “I’ll teach you what happens when you get wet for another man, little girl,” Helmut growled against your ear, “not to mention two.  And they’re Americans, do you have no shame?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whispered.

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he corrected.  “I love seeing you act like a whore all for me.”

You hadn’t even realized he’d taken his cock out of his trousers until you felt the thick tip of him prodding at your entrance.  It was already a lot just by itself, but then you had these strangers staring at you and for some reason it only turned you on more.

That ‘some’ reason of course being that you loved your Baron taking ownership over you for anyone to see.  Clearly, prison had given him much more creative ideas than just fucking on a balcony or against the glass of a window.  

“Are you ready for me?” he asked in a hushed voice against your skin which seemed to be burning hot all of a sudden.  

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

It took a lot not to cry out as he pulled you down and filled you in one deep stroke, your nails digging into the leather of the chair’s armrests at either side.  But more than the sting of pain it felt so perfect, so fundamentally right, and just after your gasp of shock was a sigh of relief.

He sighed along with you and let his forehead fall between your shoulder blades, clearly a bit overwhelmed at being inside you again for the first time in so long.  “Draga...” he breathed, “not that I ever doubted… but you must have been faithful to me; you’re so tight, I know no one has touched you since I left.”

“Only you, sir, nobody but you,” you agreed breathlessly, eyes falling shut.  

He kissed your back as he started to move your body on top of his, the hands at your waist tightening and tugging on the remaining fabric of your dress.  “Tako dobro,” he hissed, “you feel so good, darling, you can’t imagine how long I spent dreaming of being inside you again.”

A tear rolled down your cheek, and it would be impossible to say for sure what caused it— a little bit of everything, really.  

Opening your eyes and noticing the way they were staring at you, you leaned forward and took each of the other men’s hard cocks in your hands, stroking in time with the way you bounced your hips on top of Helmut’s.

The both of them had been on the edge for a bit too long, Sam already biting his lip as James thrust himself up into your palm.

“Fuck, please,” James moaned, “I need to come in your mouth.”

“Come closer then,” you breathed, watching him stand up and bring his cock right to your lips which you eagerly gagged on, any pretense long gone as you sloppily sucked and stroked while Helmut thrust up to slam into you.

“Ohh, fuck, that’s it— gonna come,” he grunted as he reached up to press his hand against the ceiling of the jet, and it all must have hit him rather unexpectedly since the moment his musky taste began to coat your tongue, you heard a clanging sound and realized he had pushed up so hard that he bent the steel interior, his other hand tightening into a fist in your hair.

You moaned happily as you swallowed every drop, still sucking even as James’ moans became loud and higher in pitch.

“Fuck, don’t stop, oh god,” he whined, cock throbbing even after he stopped filling your throat with come.  You reached between his legs and squeezed his balls a bit and you could tell his knees nearly buckled, causing him to finally pull back and tilt your chin up to stare down at you.  “You’re somethin’ else,” he panted, taking a moment to catch his breath before falling back and slumping into his chair.

You looked over at Sam and saw his hand was still lazily guiding yours to stroke over his cock although come already painted his abs and dripped down from his swollen head over your fingers.  “Can I clean up your mess, please, daddy?” you asked, voice a bit hoarse though you couldn’t be sure if that was from the deepthroating or just how hard Helmut was fucking you now.

Pulling your hand back, Sam’s eyes followed as you lapped the thick, hot come from your hand, moaning openly at the taste.  You sucked your fingers down into your throat, not leaving a drop behind.

He leaned back in his chair and began to catch his breath, both of them now staring at you with that exhausted, glazed-over expression.  They looked satisfied, and you considered it your reward for a job well done.

"A belly full of come and a pussy full of my cock, you must be feeling ecstatic," Helmut presumed.

"Yes, sir," you agreed quickly.

All at once he began to fuck you faster, harder, deeper which you hadn't even realized was an option.  He growled a string of the filthiest curses in your ear, in Sokovian so the other men wouldn’t understand, with one hand wrapped around your neck as the other pinched your clit almost too roughly.  Even in your native language you could barely understand it: how could you when he was so deep inside you?

“Will you come, draga?” he finally asked, voice rough with his own desperation.

“Not until you let me, sir,” you moaned, and he chuckled a bit.

“Good girl.”

But wow, the way he rubbed your clit was impossible to ignore, like he was trying to make your promise impossible to keep.  You tightened your jaw, moaning through your teeth now as you fought to keep your orgasm at bay.  

“Please sir, I need to come, please— so close, I’m so close,” you mewled.

“I won’t be much longer, either,” he warned.  "Too long without you has taken its toll, I need to finish."

“Inside me, sir, please,” you begged, “come inside me.”

You felt him nod against the back of your neck.  “Come for me,” he instructed simply, and as obedient as ever, you felt your walls pulsing as pleasure overtook you.  Not even meaning to, you threw your head back, and he had to hold you tightly to keep you from shaking too violently as the waves of sensation washed over you.

The heat of him spilling inside you warmed you from the inside out, making you smile happily through the fog of your high and intentionally tighten your walls around him.  He hissed and throbbed within you, his fingers digging into your hips now as he held you down against him.

He gave a few more lazy thrusts until finally slowing to a stop, both of you catching your breath eventually.

"My... accountant will be keeping my cock warm for the remainder of the flight," Helmut informed the other men, "I hope you don't mind?

"No, no, go ahead," James approved as his head fell back against his chair.

It was still quite a ways to your final destination so it wasn't much of a surprise that you ended up falling asleep in the Baron's arms, something you used to do every night that had been only a dream for years.  Perhaps this afternoon wasn't the reunion you expected, but it was somehow even more perfect than you could've ever wished for.

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dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi = добродошла назад, љубави = “welcome home, love”

lutka = лутка = “doll”

draga = драга = “dear/beloved”

tako očajno = тако очајно = "so desperate"

tako dobro = тако добро = "so good"

[4dtk]

okay here we go t, could I please request princess!reader with bodyguard!haechan pls?? <3 the first image is literally my style, I dress similar to that most days, I even have a skirt very much like that one, I am basically a self proclaimed princess and I like dressing all fancy like royalty. I also have my own tiara collection so I of course could not forget about a tiara. I don't know if tiara kink is a thing but if it is, I certainly have it. this kind of outfit would catch anyone's eyes, especially when I'd purposely wear cute lingerie underneath only for him to see. we'd constantly bicker but he does a good job so there's no getting rid of him and his cocky attitude, but I know I'd shut him the hell up by looking so good. and every now and then, I'd lean over and he'd steal the slightest peek down my blouse and see the cute, flowery and almost see through bra. when I'm sitting down i would slowly slide the slit of my skirt higher to reveal the flimsy underwear, and because he'd be so close to me, he'd be the only one seeing it. after teasing him for the whole day, we'd finally return to the palace and he'd angrily follow me to my quarters and kick all of the other guards out before treating me like the naughty little princess I am 🤭 and of course, the tiara stays on during sex hehe

eek sorry this was long and so specific, I am living out my fantasies here 😭 ily and I can't wait!!!!! and I almost forgot bc I was too busy with the details 💀💀💀 but nsfw pls <3

YOUR MIND JELLY.... >>>> i had so much fun writing this thank you darling. i didn’t emphasise much of his cocky attitude so i still hope it’s good <3 also i haven’t written smut in AGES so this might be a bit lacking lol

pairing: bodyguard!haechan x princess!reader

warnings: kinda frienemies dynamic, royalty!au, fwb kinda, bickering, semi-public stuff, sexual tension, clothed sex (lingerie), clit stimulation, brief oral (f receiving), missionary, mating press, unprotected sex, breeding, n*sfw under the cut

bodyguard!haechan stifles a laugh for the nth time when you sigh, head supported by your hand while your father turns away the prince who’s come for your hand in marriage. it wasn’t exactly one born from love, more of an arrangement where it was expected of royalty like you. you hardly find it easy to accept when the men are all so… mediocre though.

your bodyguard, too, has clearly had enough of his attitude from the past three days of when your family had extended their home to the prince who had travelled over various villages. he was anything but poised, spoke of women like objects, and not to mention his hygiene was atrocious.

at least donghyuck was there to share in your laughter, or rather be the fuel of your annoyance.

“did you hear how he was talking? god, i’m surprised you hadn’t taken his side at that moment,” you mumble to yourself once the uncomfortable dress comes off, shouting through the door to haechan who was on the other side. beside you were your maidens who made haste to get the remaining layers off, knowing how pissed you could get when complaining about the men who came to your kingdom. they secure comfortable clothes around your person, while your eyes pick out the tiara you want to wear for the day.

“lady (y/n), perhaps—“

“you think so lowly of me, princess? why in the world would i agree with the misogyny spouting from his mouth?” haechan asks like it’s the stupidest question in the world. you think it’s the simplest, and yet you find yourself struggling to answer.

you see, you and your bodyguard had a bit of a complicated situation. whether it be bickering non-stop during lunch or nudging each other in formal events at the snobby, obnoxious siblings from the neighbouring country, you found comfort in each other in the way that was scandalous and unforeseen and unexpected, and while your rejection to princes are rooted in the search for a respectful and noble suitor, you can’t deny the way haechan’s hands feel upon your skin, leaving trails of fire that feel hotter than being burned at the stake.

but, you wouldn’t know.

“please leave us be, thank you for undressing me of my layers.” the maidens give you a polite smile, leaving the room immediately which gains the attention of your insufferable bodyguard.

“couldn’t call me in to undress you myself? and here i thought i was doing good in bed—“ haechan sputters when you smack him, cutting off his laugh which sounded just as obnoxious as those siblings, high-pitched and annoying and yet it sounded like a sound of pure adrenaline in your ears. “are you okay, however?”

the sigh that leaves your mouth is heavy, “i’m fine, haechan, thank you,” but you get barely any time to breath before he pulls you back to him upon spotting the tiara in your hand. above you, his breath fans across your face, eyes searching yours for any sort of protest and only finds how your skin immediately heats up and you get squirmy. your bodyguard smirks, and you want to slap it off him.

“give me that, darlin’,” he refers to the tiara, plucking it out of your hand to put it on your head. it’s tender, the way the band wraps around your head, as well as how the comb settles into your hair, “can’t let my pretty princess do all the work now, can i?”

while you try your best to contain the flutter of your heart, haechan observes it from each side to make sure it’s centred and equal, and all of a sudden you feel like it’s the first time you met all over again; and sure, if he could tease, so could you.

“thank you so much, my revered bodyguard,” you smile as your place your hands on his chest, and the small lean forward has your button-up shirt exposed to the man who sucks in a breath. haechan struggles between your eyes and chest, hands twitching and aching to touch you and yet he’s terrified of your father breaking through the doors. your breathing is uneven, too, hoping he’d do something about the pretty blue that’s covering your chest, lace and flowers and all, but you pull away.

donghyuck clenches his jaw, “oh, what would i do without you?” and rolls his eyes the moment you leave his sight. it continues on for as long as you can think but this time, as alike as it is to the last, still brings you excitement at seeing how his eyes widen like saucers or how he desperately wants to break position.

in diplomatic meetings, you’re arching your back as you propose your ideas, accentuating the curve of your ass and the silhouette of your figure. his eyes are glued to your body.

in ceremony fittings for the day, you purposefully make your way to him so he can see how much the maidens had pulled the corset just so your breasts could look perked up. he has trouble meeting your eyes.

in dinner, your wardrobe change showed a bit more skin than your parents liked, but they let you be since they were not aware of your true intentions — where you’d give your little bodyguard a peek of your favourite set and when he closes his eyes and gulps down his last bite, you smirk to yourself. guess he’s figured it out and if you didn’t get it the first time, the whispered “you’re fucking getting it later” would let you know just fine.

with haechan being a private guard to an heir, it has its perks. he gets his own friend, something he struggled to have ever since he trained to become one of the palace’s guards. he gets the behind-the-scenes privilege of seeing you grow into your role, something he said you’d never really fit. he gets someone to fall in love with, although unexpectedly.

the feelings he had wasn’t just love; that was one part of it, but donghyuck also felt desire, lust, the need to feel you on him, around him all the time. one of those times was now.

dinner couldn’t have ended quicker, the harsh clang of plates and utensils making you giggle to yourself as the bodyguard cleaned up, while your maidens insisted that they clean up for you. even with the short headstart, you still could hear the familiar footsteps stalking towards you before there’s fingers curling around your wrist.

“you done with all the fuckin’ teasing? huh?” haechan practically snaps at you, backing you into a hallway without any guards around before his hands slip into the slit of your skirt. they go straight past your underwear and onto your clit, rubbing it harshly that your teasing facade breaks instantly.

“h-hyuck! fuck—” you squeal at the sensation, especially from how long ago you’ve fucked and how busy you’ve been, it’s been difficult to get alone time. bit by bit, you’re curling into his shoulder and biting down on it while his fingers pick up speed. and then they stop.

“what the— haechan!” years of training has got you covering your mouth in seconds, but when your bodyguard sees that it doesn’t draw any attention, he takes the risk and buries his face in between your legs. the cold sensation of his tongue against your cunt makes you gasp loudly, thankful for the hand covering your mouth and the pillar he’s backed you up against.

“fucking knew it — you were wearing the full set for the whole day, weren’t you?” haechan mumbles into your core, finger pulling aside the cute little panties to fully appreciate your pussy; he makes sure to look up at you with hooded lids. “my pretty baby, all dolled up for me. even wearing her tiara — i think she deserves a little treat, hm?”

that’s the last thing you hear before haechan starts to suck on your clit, the suction making you melt more against the pillar as your legs spread further to accommodate his head. while your hands find purchase in his hair, it’s a wonder no one discovers you yet, the lewd sounds of his tongue against your cunt drives you crazy.

“need you, hyuck— shit, c-can we go back to my room?” your legs are shaking when he emerges from your skirt, a shit-eating grin on his face and while you’re annoyed at how quickly you succumbed and suggested to return to your quarters, you can only remember how well you take his cock all the previous times that you pull him off the floor and back to the corridor.

haechan is way ahead of you, planting a small kiss to your temple before taking the reins as you follow behind. one by one, he tells the guards that they’re retired from duties until he’s the only one left in the dark hallway. by now, most of the servants are asleep, save for the guards he just dismissed, but that won’t stop haechan.

once inside, donghyuck shoves you onto the bed, eyeing the way you pull up your skirt and your shirt, open. that damn matching set makes its appearance again, complementing your body so well he might as well give out sketches to everyone of you in it.

he’s impatient in the way his fingers go straight to your cunt, slipping in a finger to test the waters and smiling when you sigh in relief. slowly, he pumps it in and out, making a noise of protest when you reach up to unbuckle your bra. in substitute, your hands make their way to his clothes instead. “no, no, i wanna fuck you in it, baby. it’s the least you could do after riling me up.” you do the work for him, from pulling down his pants to feeling up his bulge through the underwear as he moans.

he removes his finger from your hole much to your chagrin, but with the way he hovers over you, you find it hard to complain. you wait, anticipating something, anything, while he frees his cock, stroking it to spread his pre-cum.

“yeah? what about the tiara?” haechan’s face is inches from yours as it’s your turn to struggle with eye contact, only barely making out how his eyes flit from your head to your face like he’s making an important decision. for a moment he says nothing, simply dragging his head along your cunt that you shiver at the feeling.

even with your mind wandering to all the previous times you took him, you’re never ready when he first slips the tip in, whisper lingering on his lips before you feel a kiss upon your earlobe. “keep it on,” you have the blessing of hearing his groans when he finally pushes in, grasping onto the sheets like your life depended on it, “i want a reminder of how even royalty like you is a slut for cock.”

the breath is knocked out of you when his hips move, they thrust so deep that you’re whining out his name, and when his pace picks up, you’re grabbing onto his shoulders. his cock reaches so deep into you, mouth spilling with obscenities that haechan asks you to quieten down.

“my pretty princess, you gotta tone it down,” his chuckle is irritating, cocky even, pleased that he’s got you babbling each time he fucks you dumb, “can’t let everyone find out their perfect girl is a whore now.”

your reply comes in choked moans, “you’re so— fuck, infuriating.” but your body shows no resistance to his attitude, instead your hips are grinding up onto him for more while your fingers switch between pulling on his hair and scratching his back. “donghyuck, oh my god!” your legs feel like putty, and your cunt is weeping from all your juices that you’d have to change the sheets later.

“that good?” haechan laughs breathlessly into your neck, “how’s this?” he delivers a particularly hard thrust, stopping when he bottoms out fully to give you time to adjust while he admires your sweat-covered face.

“s-so good...” you giggle to yourself, nodding at him to start moving again. “you’re so good to me, hyuck.”

he can’t hide the grin on his face, providing enough fuel for him to go feral over your body. in a second, his lips are on yours, a hand trailing down your body to rub at your clit before swallowing your mewls and moans. it adds on to the sensation of his fat cock moving in and out of you and the slick sounds of your pussy, clenching tightly around him.

“it’s what you deserve,” haechan mumbles into the kiss, along with a warning of your tight and wet your pussy feels that he might cum deep. he’s making sure you take all of it. “you’re so good— shit— for me.”

haechan groans out, hips stuttering while you chant his name over and over, mixed in with whimpers and “please’s” in the dark room. “i’m gonna cum if you keep gripping me like that, princess.”

“then cum. give— oh, fuckk... give it all to me,” you say mindlessly, dumb out of your mind but still conscious enough to feel his hands spread your legs more. with how big he is, you’re sure you can feel him in your throat until he ruts one last time, cumming deep in your cunt.

“fuck, baby, fuck,” he paints your insides white, filling you up with so much cum that you can’t stop twitching. haechan is so sensitive, too, freezing inside you to make sure you milk his cock before pulling out slowly and surely.

“you’re gonna catch a case, hyuck,” you laugh, sighing dreamily when you feel his seed seeping out of you, “how am i supposed to tell my parents now?”

he merely shrugs, adjusting the pretty little tiara on your messy hair, “it’s a wonder you didn’t even get knocked up all the previous times. should we give your parents something to really worry about?”

and even while your stupidly cocky bodyguard annoys you to no end, it never beats getting railed by his cock time and time again while he cums deep in you. only this time, haechan would make sure it mattered.

event rules here, request here

[weebsinstash]

God I want a yandere that just forces me into feminization. I use to love wearing dresses and flowly/frilly clothing, getting my hair done.

It's just lot of gross people made me feel gross for being a girl and others would shame me for provoking them for their advances.

🤡 I legit had to stand outside and interact with strangers for this business. Just for my mentor to tell me to stay in the car because all these grown men that could be dad are ogling me and saying inappropriate shit.

Oh gosh for starters I am so sorry that happened to you :( I am in a way grateful and kind of lucky I grew up chunky because I genuinely believe it shielded me from having many of these sorts of scary experiences.

For me, I think the concepts that keep coming out to me are either A. Yandere makes you all cute and pretty because they think you're adorable and wants you to be as pretty as you can be, almost kind of infantilizing, and then B. Yandere is a dick and a control freak and you wearing makeup is because HE wants you to because HE thinks it looks good and even if he's taking you out around other people, you aren't dolled up for them, you're dolled up for HIM

God you know that one shigaraki auction fic i wrote that in hindsight wasn't executed that great but like, I have this thing for darlings that get all dolled up by their captors in like dehumanizing but luxurious ways idk how else to describe it? Yeah you're wearing a choker/necklace that looks lowkey like a dog collar and maybe even has a leash or something but the little pendant dangling from it has stones in it worth a small fortune. You're being forced to dress up but it's in expensive clothes because the captor is materialistic and doesn't want you looking cheap. It doesn't matter what kinds of styles you like, or even if you don't like makeup at all, they're going to make you do it or else

Something about that second one obviously really ignites the shit disturbing rebellious brat nature inside of me

God i just also like. Ok. So you guys wanna hear an embarrassingly super specific fic idea I keep writing in my head. So. Yeah its my go to cringe comfort the chobobros again ok 💀 so. Imagine after Reader starts you know kinda just lowkey mutates/evolves into an Omega, everything is kind of awkward as everyone is trying to navigate the new, uh, pack dynamic? All your new smells that let them kind of vaguely know how you're feeling, how your scent will fluctuate between certain intensities and how it affects them biologically such as you raising your voice in anger and all of them suddenly feeling a strong urge to become passive and apologize, an almost biological reaction of wanting to keep you happy and healthy? They can tell when you're starting to get hungry or you're anxious, and it can be hard for you, as someone who kind of "just got the equipment" to try and control your growling or purring or little whines bc yeah I think people in the omegaverse having enhanced vocal abilities that include sounds that are more primal/animalike is a neat idea

I just imagine like. Everything is all awkward and no one really knows exactly what is going to happen because I mean. Omega haven't been documented for like maybe a few centuries at this point, maybe like Past Ardyn's era since that's when the gods basically first touched down or whatever, and absolutely no one really knows anything besides like old wives tales, like you're talking about a unicorn. So. Anyways. Imagine doing the whole on the road thing and everyone is trying to chill when you pass through a town with some sort of like, farmers market going on, or maybe through some NPC side quest level shit you meet an old man having a garage sale and that's when Ignis finds THE THING: an extremely old looking leather bound book in its own protective little case that reads something along the lines of THE OBSERVATIONS OF OMEGA VOL.I

Obviously the gang HAS to get this book, and I imagine Ignis starts making offers and when the old man sees how desperate he is, he instead proposes, say, some sort of monster slaying quest, maybe a daemon has been terrorizing his land or the area for generations and he wants it gone or some typical side quest bullshit BUT, anyways, you get the book, and I imagine since it's potentially one of the only few copies of written information on this topic, i imagine Ignis is, kind of a little bit of a bitch about anyone but him touching it because, like, HE GOES ALL OUT. Even touching an old book with your bare hands can ruin the ink with the oils from your hands, so he always handles it with his soft leather gloves on, always meticulously careful. The book isn't quuuiiiiite falling apart but doing something like dropping it could split the bindings, or turning a page too aggressively could tear it right off.

But sometimes I think it would be interesting if the book is written in a scientific-but-not-really-and-actually-maybe-this-is-lowkey-creepy kind of way but Ignis is consuming it 100% unironically. He's trying to thumb through a chapter and it's saying something like "omega form strong emotional attachments due to their biological roles and instincts as caregivers and child-bearers" and Ignis looks over across the campsite and you're teasing Prompto over a bed head and suddenly taking a comb and tidying up his hair while the blonde is getting all red in the face and Ignis just completely unironically internally going "oh you're helping groom him 🥺❤ you ARE a caregiver"

And I feel like Ignis would slowly start sharing his "academic research" with the others, bit by bit, until suddenly you feel this, depends on perspective but most likely uncomfortable shift where you seem to go from being perceived as "one of us but female, let's roughhouse and be gross sometimes" to "one of us but female BUT ALSO our sweet precious omega oh my god look at you in your little sundress aren't you just so cute, dont strain yourself carrying anything even remotely heavy because You Are So Very Sweet And Delicate"

[silver-tongued-bby]

Discretion

Pairing: Dom!CEO!Loki x Reader

Summary: After dropping out of grad school and moving back home you expected very little of your summer. That is until you realise your neighbour, Mr. Laufeyson, has other plans. Set in the mid 90s!

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!! This is a Dom!Loki fic - though it's not super bd/sm heavy, it explores themes of voyeurism, dub!con spanking, humiliation and degradation. Sexual acts are described including vaginal fingering, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving) and sexual intercourse (f/m). Smoking is also described. Please read at your own discretion (hehe see what I did there?).

Words: 5,026

Author's Note: I'm excited to say that this is my first ever submission for a challenge! Specifically it's for @boxofbonesfic's Hot Girl Summer Challenge.

I chose prompt 12 (Home for the Summer) and a slightly edited version of quote 17 ("If I have to tell you again to take that off, you’re not gonna like me sweetheart darling.") then for kinks I chose voyeurism/exhibitionism and degradation though there's a sprinkling of praise kink in there too.

Not sure why when I think of summer I think of mid 90s summers but here we are. This kinda went places I didn't expect, nonetheless I hope you enjoy!

...

God you were bored.

Stretching out on the lounge chair you sighed, letting your shoulders droop with the long exhale.

“Oh honey, you can’t keep sitting out here in the sun.” Your eyes rolled behind your dark sunglasses, turning towards your stepmother as she came down the stairs from the deck of the house.

“It’ll give you wrinkles dear,” she was standing beside you now, hands on her hips as she stared down at you. She was wearing that ridiculous hat again- the one with the brim as wide as she was tall.

“Carla, darling, we can’t all hide away from life in hopes to look as good as you do.” You lazily gazed at her, sitting up to find your pack of cigarettes on the side table. Taking one out you brought it to your mouth and lit it with your gold plated zippo. You took a long inhale before exhaling right in her face, “when I tell people you’re 53 they can hardly believe it.” Her eyes widened- you’d found her drivers license months ago and held the knowledge of her true age over her since then. You continued, ”my compliments to your doctors. Oh and Botox, kudos to Botox.”

Her little hands formed fists, fake nails pressing tiny neon-pink crescents into her palm.

You laughed, lounging back in the chair as you leisurely took drags off your cigarette. Smiling to yourself as you counted- three, two, one, before Carla shrieked and turned.

“Arthur! Arthur!” She screeched, running back up the stairs to tell your father.

You were a little less bored now, but making Carla’s face turn red could only give you so much satisfaction. You knew your father could care less, they were both about to leave for the Côte D’Azur tomorrow for the rest of the summer, leaving you here alone to “consider the consequences of your actions.” Or however your father had put you dropping out of school after one year of graduate studies in Classics.

He couldn’t help himself from belittling your degree while you were studying, then once you’d decided it wasn’t for you his lectures changed to be about “never giving up” and “seeing something through.” You both knew he simply didn’t want you around- he just couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.

“Now those will definitely give you wrinkles,” you heard a smooth, silky voice coming from behind you that made your heart race. Smiling, you swung your legs over the side of your chair, taking off your sunglasses and snuffing out your cigarette.

“Mr. Laufeyson,” you started, eyeing the lithe figure as he emerged from the shadows. He held his hands in his pockets, his crisp black trousers fit perfectly to his frame. The sleeves of his black dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the pale skin of his toned forearms. You were well aware of the small scraps of white fabric covering your body, and you enjoyed watching his eyes trace over your skin. You’d lusted after him ever since your father had moved here during your first year of college. You’d met him at one of Carla’s Christmas parties- she invited everyone from the gated community over, including your neighbour, Loki Laufeyson.

“I’m so sorry if my stepmother’s incessant shrieking ruined your afternoon,” you grimaced, taking a sip of the ice cold vodka soda beside you. “Is there anything I can do to remedy the situation?” you asked, your eyes innocently meeting his.

He chuckled. “Oh I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve already thought of something,” he said under his breath loud enough for you to just make out. He strolled towards you and took a seat on the lounge chair beside yours. “I’m actually here to see your Father. He’s asked me to check in on things here while him and Carla are away.”

You rolled your eyes- of course he did. You caught Mr. Laufeyson staring at you as you did that, his expression darkening slightly and his eyebrow raising before he continued. “I am surprised to see you here- last I’d heard you were studying in Europe. Graduate studies in Classics, right?”

“Yeah. It didn’t exactly pan out.” You looked down, cursing yourself for feeling your face grow hot. The last thing you needed was your gorgeous neighbour feeling sorry for you.

“Laufeyson you bastard, you’re late!” Your Father was coming down the stairs, jovial with his greeting.

Loki got up from his seat to meet your father. “Arthur,” he said, shaking his hand. “My apologies, I got held up at the office. It’s been insanity since the new acquisition.”

You tuned out the rest of the business jargon and settled back into your seat, facing the other way. You put your sunglasses back on, wincing once your heard Carla’s shrill voice coming from above.

“Is that Loki Laufeyson? Oh it’s been ages!” she gushed.

“I suppose it has.” You could tell she’d pulled him in for a hug and a kiss on either cheek. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the clear discomfort in his voice.

“So I can trust you to keep an eye on the place?” your father chimed in.

“Certainly, although it seems your daughter is perfectly capable of doing so herself.” Mr. Laufeyson rightfully pointed out. You raised an eyebrow, wishing you could see the expression on your dear dad’s face from your position. Mr. Laufeyson was probably the only person in this community that could and would tell your Father that- his annual appearance in Forbes certainly cemented the position.

“You never know with kids, Laufeyson. No matter how old they get you can’t trust them to carry through with something. Just wait until you have one of your own- then you’ll know what I’m talking about." He laughed loudly. You scoffed. Fucking asshole.

“I see. I’ll keep an eye out then.” Mr. Laufeyson said cooly.

“Right well feel free to pop by anytime, we leave tomorrow morning. Here’s the number of my cellular telephone- I always have it on me you know.” Your father was obsessed with his clunky mass of plastic- he brought it everywhere he went, mostly to brag about it to strangers or talk obnoxiously on it to avoid conversations with you or Carla.

“He really does. Even in the bedroom!” Carla giggled, causing you to shudder in disgust.

“Of course, well I should be on my way.” He stepped back over to you. “I suppose I’ll be seeing you around. Here’s my information,” he placed a thick, black and white business card onto the small table beside you. “In case of emergency.”

You pulled your sunglasses down your nose and slid your eyes up his body, biting your lip as you met his stare. “I’ll be sure to remember. See you around, Mr. Laufeyson.”

He considered you for a moment and you thought he was about to say something else before he nodded and turned, heading for the gate.

You settled back in your seat and nestled the headphones of your discman over your ears. You pressed the play button, the beat of Mariah Carey’s “Fantasy” drowning out whatever Carla and your father were arguing about once their guest had left.

...

It was much later that evening that you finally slipped from your room to find some dinner. The house was dark- you knew your father and Carla had an early flight. Grabbing a wrapped plate from the fridge that the housekeeper had left you you headed to the back deck to eat. You kept the lights off as you watched the dim foamy white of the ocean’s waves hitting the rocks below, finding peace in the sound.

Finishing your meal you were about to head inside when you saw a light come on out of the corner of your eye. From where you were sitting you could see into a room on the top floor of Mr. Laufeyson’s house. Interesting- you’d never seen into this room before, the windows that faced your father’s house were usually shuttered. You laid back and lit a cigarette, choking on the inhale when you saw Mr. Laufeyson emerge, shirtless, his eyes dark and hungry. He was pulling a woman behind him, a blonde, her shirt unbuttoned to expose a lacy red bra. Once he stood at the edge of the bed he turned around to kiss her, his hands moving to the clasp of her bra. Undoing it, he pulled away to slide it down her arms before turning her around and unzipping her skirt, leaving her in just a high waisted red lace thong.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. You were transfixed by the scene unfolding in front of you. He flung her on the bed- from your position you could see it all as if it were happening in a room adjacent to yours. Climbing over her he dipped his head to capture her lips once more as he ground against her. Your legs clenched together as you continued to smoke your cigarette, the combined effect of the nicotine and the scene in front of you making your head spin.

His hand trailed down to the red lace covering her heat as he continued to kiss and grind against her. Slipping his fingers in you found you were doing the same to yourself, feeling the hot wet of your arousal. He had pulled away from her now, watching her face intently as her back arched up off of the mattress, her hands clutching his toned arms. He was saying something to her, his eyes going from her face to her heaving breasts as he continued to work his hand inside of her. A flush was blooming on her chest, her mouth open and her eyebrows drawn together. You were moving your hand in time with his, your arousal coating your fingers. His movements became faster as he continued to speak to her, smiling menacingly before her back arched fully off the bed, her hands grasping at him. Withdrawing from the dampened red lace his fingers glistened in the light, wet from her release.

He easily picked her up off the bed, carrying her to the window sill. He roughly pulled her panties down before he undid his trousers then lined himself up at her entrance. He pressed into her, her back flat against the glass and his face visible beside the back of her head, his eyes closed. You imagined how it’d feel, the cool glass against your back, his warm hand firmly gripping your thigh, his strong arms holding your legs open as he fucked you. He began to move inside of her then his eyes opened, staring straight at you in the darkness. Your heart beat faster as you felt yourself blush- surely he couldn’t see you out here, you were shrouded in the dark. You could barely see the outline of your hand as you brought it to your face for another puff. You froze- the cigarette.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hissed, quickly removing your hand from its position and shakily putting out the cigarette on your dinner plate. Sliding your chair out quietly you chanced one last look towards the window- he was smirking in your direction as he continued to move against the blonde. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you backed away towards the porch door. You could swear his eyes didn’t leave you once and it sent shudders through you. You made your way back to your room and lay awake for hours, each time you closed your eyes you saw his piercing blue-green stare and filthy smirk.

You must have drifted off at some point since you eventually awoke to silence- an anomaly. You’d usually wake to Carla’s screeching laugh as she spoke on the phone to her friends, or she’d send the housekeeper Marie to wake you. You checked the clock beside you- 9AM. Carla and your father were long gone by now.

You smiled at that, stretching lazily before cranking the radio and dancing around your room as you got ready, the sunlight beaming in through your window. Making your way to the main kitchen you froze, last night coming back to you. The way Mr. Laufeyson had looked out at you as if he were expecting you to be there. Did he leave the blinds open on purpose? You shook your head, no way he’d be that forward. Sure he flirted with you every now and then, but nothing beyond that. You pushed the thought from your mind for the rest of the day.

...

A week passed quickly, you spent a lot of time with your friends, going shopping, to the beach, or local restaurants. You didn’t spend much time around the house so you hadn’t seen Mr. Laufeyson since the “incident”. On Friday you met up with some friends midday and got a ride to one of their parents’ beach houses. You spent the day there, drinking and laughing as you enjoyed the sun. Your friends dropped you back off at your place at around 7pm, you were pleasantly buzzed but looking forward to a quiet night in.

It was so hot outside you decided to take a dip in the pool. Cranking the radio in the backyard you decided to skinny dip- no one was home anyways. You sighed as your heated skin met the water, cooling instantly. You did a few laps before lazily swimming a backstroke and humming the music on the radio when you saw something coming towards you out of the corner of your eye. Standing upright you saw Mr. Laufeyson walking towards you from the door to the backyard, a smirk playing at his lips. Your heart started beating quickly as you realised the position you were in, remembering his hungry stare from last week. You swam over to the side of the pool to meet him.

“Hi,” he smiled, looking down at you.

You bit your lip and innocently looked up at him. “Hello, Mr. Laufeyson.”

“I’m sorry to intrude.”

“No worries. Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Laufeyson?” you asked, noticing his eyes taking in your body under the water. He definitely knew you were naked. Your thighs clenched together at the thought.

“I was coming to see you about something that happened last week that had me… concerned. I thought I saw someone out on the balcony, late at night. Was that you?”

You felt your cheeks grow hot, your heartbeat picking up to a mile a minute. “What day was this?”

“Last week Friday.” His face was serious as he strolled over to a pool chair, pulling it closer to the side and taking a seat.

“I’m not sure. I don’t think anyone was out there then.” The words came out a lot quicker than you’d meant. You were usually pretty good at lying but something in his voice made you want to tell him the truth, to please him.

He tsked. “I’ve seen you lie better than that. Try again darling.” He sounded bored as he reached for your pack of cigarettes on the side table. He raised an eyebrow in question as he drew out a cigarette. You nodded, nervously biting your lip as he lit it and crossed his legs, leisurely smoking while he stared you down.

“No words, little one?” he teased, smirking down at you. “Did you at least enjoy the show?”

You huffed- this was humiliating. How dare he? You found anger quickly overtaking your initial shock and embarrassment as you made your way to the pool stairs and got out. You raised an eyebrow at him and smiled when the smirk slid off his face at the sight of your naked, wet body. Two can play this game. Walking over to him you grabbed a towel off the chair and wrapped it around yourself.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to imply here,” you grabbed the cigarette from between his long, muscular fingers and took a long drag. “But I didn’t see you last Friday night. And I definitely didn’t see you fucking that blonde-” your eyes widened at your own confession.

He stood to his full height and stepped closer to you, looking down at you once more. You backed up a step, feeling the lounge chair behind you.

“Drop the towel,” he growled, the hungry look in his eyes fully directed at you this time.

“Listen-“ you started to explain yourself.

“Drop. The. Towel.” He enunciated each word with his crisp accent and perfect voice.

“I knew it- I knew you wanted to fuck me.” You smirked at him triumphantly as you took another drag.

“If I have to tell you again to take that off, you’re not gonna like me darling,” he threatened, stepping closer.

“Oh really?” You laughed, taunting him. “And what are you going to do, Mr. Laufeyson?” You blinked innocently at him, enjoying the way the muscles in his jaw clenched.

Suddenly he grabbed your jaw, firmly but not painfully as he brought his face inches from yours, your eyes locked.

“You fucking brat.” He roughly pulled the towel down, exposing your body to the warm air. He pinched the cigarette from your fingers, extinguishing it under his shoe on the concrete. “I’m going to have to teach you some manners, aren’t I?”

Before you could answer he spun you both around and sat on the lounge chair then pulled you over his lap, angling you so your top half rested on the chair, your hips over his. One hand firmly held your lower back in place, the other smoothed over the skin of your ass and you squirmed. His hand came down to spank you, hard. “First lesson- don’t fucking move until I tell you to.” You whined, your face burning.

His hand came down again in the same spot, causing you to hiss and grip the plastic of the chair in one hand and his thigh in the other. “Second lesson- always answer me.”

You were humiliated but you found yourself growing even more wet with each spank. First there was the pain, then a wave of pleasure that intensified when he smoothed his hand over the skin he’d hit.

He gave you another slap, “what did I just say?” He growled, his hand roughly gripping the skin this time.

“T-to always answer you.” Your voice was small as you stuttered, overwhelmed by the way he was making you feel.

“Good girl.” You'd felt a tiny swell of pride at that. “I’m going to spank you three more times. Count them for me.”

“Okay,” you nodded, worried if you didn’t answer he’d add more to the list. His hand came down on your other cheek, hard and fast.

“One,” you counted, taking a deep breath. Before you could forcibly relax your tense muscles his hand had struck your cheek once more, causing you to hiss.

Your finger tips were pressing into his thigh as you let out a breath, the sharp pain receding. “Two,” you licked your lips and tensed in anticipation of the third and final slap.

After a few seconds you relaxed then turned to catch his eye- he was darkly observing you with his jaw clenched. Suddenly he hit the skin once more, this time the hardest, causing you to cry out.

You composed yourself with a quick breath. “Three.”

“Well done, darling.” He was gently running over the sore skin with his large hands. You could feel his erection under you.

“I wish you could see how lovely you looked on my lap, taking your spanking so well.” He dipped his hand between your legs. You sucked in a breath when you felt his fingers brush along your wet slit causing you to writhe on his lap.

“My poor, little thing. You’re dripping,” his voice was pure sin as he brought his glistening fingers up to your face.

He shifted, his strong grip helping you off his lap so you stood before him on shaky legs. You bit your lip, face growing hot as suddenly became fascinated with your fingers, twisting them painfully.

He stood then, and brought his finger under your chin to guide your eyes to his. He wore a satisfied expression, a slight grin at his lips as he took in your naked form.

“Do you think you’ve learnt your lesson darling?” He asked, his eyes mocking yours.

You quickly nodded, feeling fully exposed in front of his fully clothed form.

He licked his lips. “Do you want to go upstairs so I can fuck you?”

Your cheeks burnt as you nodded quickly again.

“Answer me darling,” he dropped his hand from your chin.

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.”

A slow, filthy grin spread across his face. “Lead the way,” he motioned towards the stairs.

You bent to reach for your towel on the ground. “Ah, ah, no need for that darling.” His words stopped you. You shivered as you stood back up, another wave of heat pulsing through your core.

You tentatively walked up the steep stairs and he followed closely behind. You could feel his gaze on you with each step.

Once up on the patio you looked back at him, his eyes dark with hunger. You gave him a shy smile before leading him inside. You stopped- should you bring him to your bedroom?

Before you could finish your thought he slid up behind you, his hands coming to grip your waist. “Where shall I take you, darling?” He whispered in your ear, his breath making you shiver.

He let go of your waist to circle you, stopping before you. “Do you want me to ruin you on that god awful couch?” He looked over his shoulder to the gaudy floral couch Carla had ordered special from Italy. She wouldn’t let anyone who wasn’t company sit on it in fear of stains.

You smiled at the idea of ruining the couch with Mr. Laufeyson, knowing Carla would lose her mind- even more so if she found out how it got there. “Yes please.”

He pulled you towards it then gently guided you to sit at the edge of it, angling you so you were in one corner. His hands splayed over the skin of your legs, gently pushing them apart. The feeling of the cool air of the house on your slit gave you goosebumps.

He kept his eyes locked with yours as he knelt between your legs before he turned to press a kiss to your thigh close to your knee. He then bit the skin there, earning a sharp inhale from you before he soothed it with his warm tongue.

“Tell me, darling. Did you touch yourself? Did you play with yourself as you watched me?” His velvety voice sent an involuntary shudder through you, his eyes capturing yours.

He nipped at your thigh with his teeth, marring the skin. You yelped then swallowed. “Yes! Yes, I did.”

“Good girl.” He moved to repeat his actions further up the inside of your thigh while he gently ran his fingers up and down your other thigh.

You were trembling while you watched him, each bite a little harder than the last as he got closer to your wet core. His eyes met yours once more then he blew a stream of cold air over your slit, causing you to gasp sharply. He smirked before letting his lips barely graze over your clit, your hips moving slightly before he brought his arm down over them to hold you in place.

He ever so gently pressed a kiss to your clit before gently running his tongue over the sensitive flesh, pulling a moan from you. You could feel your wetness dripping down onto the couch below as he continued to delicately tease you.

“You taste divine, darling. Better than I’d imagined.” You whined at his words- the idea of him alone, picturing what your cunt tasted like brought you to the edge of an orgasm.

He smiled wickedly up at you. “So close already? Poor thing.” Bringing one long finger to your slit he gathered some wetness before pushing it fully within you, forcing a loud moan through your lips.

“It’s okay darling, let go. Give into me. I promise it’ll make you feel so much better,” he hummed against your clit before tenderly sucking on it. He bent his finger within you, hitting something deep that made you cry out. You quickly came, your release squirting around his finger and wetting the couch below.

He kept up his movements as you rode out your high. Once your breath returned to you he pulled away and removed his finger, licking his lips as he wiped your release off his chin.

“Third lesson- good girls always get to cum.” He winked at you with a grin before standing.

He leaned over you, caging you in on the couch before capturing your lips with his. You hummed at the taste of yourself on him, his tongue gliding against yours.

He straightened back up then pulled you up off the couch and guided you to face the other way. He led you so your knees were on the couch, your arms resting against the back of the upholstery. You heard the sound of a zipper before feeling the tip of his hard length slide against your folds. You instinctively arched your back at the feeling, pressing yourself up against him, causing him to groan.

“Such a greedy little brat,” he said, smoothing his hands over the skin of your ass. “You want me to fuck that pretty little cunt, hm?”

“Yes- yes please, Mr. Laufeyson. Please fuck me,” you begged, rubbing yourself on him once more.

With that he thrust into you, holding himself still once he was fully seated within you, giving you a chance to adjust. You’d gasped at the sensation- he was clearly well-endowed and you were thankful he gave you a moment. Willing your muscles to relax you looked back at him before grinding your hips against his.

His eyes were dark with lust, his jaw clenched in a way that made you involuntarily squeeze him as he started to move within you. You were panting as he set a pace, the angle of his thrusts hitting the same spot he’d found quickly before.

You’d turned back around and folded your forearms over the back of the couch, arching yourself against him even more. He growled and picked up his pace, his hand firmly gripping your hip. The angle had you moaning desperately, the feeling of him so deep within you making your fingers and toes numb.

“That’s it darling, take my cock within your needy little cunt. Fuck- I’ve wanted to ruin this tight little pussy for so long. I’ve wanted you for so long,” he rasped out between thrusts and your mind went blank, all you could respond with were desperate moans.

He stopped abruptly and pulled you up before sitting himself on the couch and pulling you over his lap so you were straddling him. He’d unbuttoned his shirt and your mouth went dry at the sight of the musculature under his pale skin. You slid your fingers under the fabric, gripping his firm shoulders as he positioned himself under you.

You moved your hips in a circle over him, enjoying the feel of the very tip of him swirling within you.

“You little tease,” he grinned darkly, running a hand through his hair. “Ride me, darling. Show me what you can do.”

Your cunt clenched at his words and his wicked smirk spread. You took the opportunity to bring yourself down to grind against him, wiping the smug look off his face.

You quickly set a pace as you rode him, his hands on your ass guiding your movements. You were panting as you continued your movements, the angle bringing you close to your finish.

“Are you going to cum, darling?” His voice vibrated through you, and you nodded.

“Yes- fuck, Mr. Laufeyson. You feel so good-“ he continued to guide your movements, moving his head closer to your breast. He brought his mouth around one of your nipples, gently sucking at the nub. You arched into him, moaning at the sensation.

His tongue ran against your skin in his mouth, bringing another moan from you before he sharply bit down on your nipple, pushing you over the edge into another orgasm. You moaned his name over and over as you rode out your high, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulder. As you came back to yourself you felt him twitch within you, filling you as he reached his own finish.

You watched him as he came, mesmerised with his blissful expression, his long eyelashes touching defined cheekbones. His eyes fluttered back open and he gave you a smirk- god help you he was fucking gorgeous.

He gave you a chaste kiss before helping you up, the combined fluids from your finish trickling down your thigh. You were happy to see some hit the couch as you moved off him.

You strolled to the bathroom to clean yourself up and throw on a t-shirt and panties, passing a damp cloth to him once you returned. You pulled a cigarette from the pack you had on the kitchen counter, then headed to the balcony as you lit it up.

You were leaning on the balcony, watching the now dark waves when he joined you. You smiled at him, offering him your cigarette. He took a long drag as you leant on the balcony’s edge.

“So,” you trailed off, not sure what to say.

“That was fun,” he exhaled then smiled at you, his expression mischievous.

“Yeah,” you agreed, relief filling your chest. “I’d love to do it again.”

“Of course darling, we have all summer.” He came behind you, pulling you against his chest as he ducked his head so his lips were beside your ear. ”And you have quite a bit to learn.”

End Notes: Want to read more Loki fics of mine? My masterlist is here.

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Like a Sleepover

Tom Holland x Female Reader

Requested

Anon: Sleeping over Tom Holland house for the first time. Lots of fluff please

WC: 3,544

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: I'm seeing this take place in Atlanta, but it’s not really specific if you wanna imagine it somewhere else!

REQUESTS OPEN - Or just come chat :)

MASTERLIST

You and Tom had been together for a little while; you were getting serious, spending more and more time together.

Last month, you finally put a label on yourselves, “is it...ya know, uh… can I, well…” he stuttered.

“Spit it out, Tommy,” you joked.

“Can I call you my girlfriend?”

You were taken aback for a second, “well, uh, to be honest, I kinda thought I already was…” you giggled.

He laughed at you gently, “well alright then, girlfriend…” he trailed off with a raise of his eyebrows.

“Okay, boyfriend.”

TUESDAY

Flash forward and you’re making plans for this weekend seeing as you're both off from filming.

“Yeah, so they’re showing Outsiders at the drive-in on Friday, and we’d have to go to the later showing after I finish filming, but uh, I thought it would be fun and something different for us and I know you love the movie. Might be fun to dress like Greasers too,” he proposed through the phone, calling you between scenes.

“Ooh that does sound like fun, but I wanna be Cherry,” you said, giggling a bit.

“Okay, you can be Cherry, I’ll be Ponyboy,” he finalized.

“Sounds good, well I gotta go,” you said, “duty calls.”

“Yeah, me too, but uh, one more thing real fast?”

“Sure, what’s up, babe?”

“Well seeing as it’s going to be really late, I just thought maybe after it’s over, you could maybe stay with me?” his voice tweaked up at the end. He was met with silence on your end for a minute before he added, “ya know, like a sleepover…”

“Uh, yeah, maybe…” you trailed off, “we’ll see what the wind blows, huh?”

“Oh,” he said, his voice dropping a bit, “yeah sounds good.”

“Okay, well I really do have to run.”

“Alright, darling, talk to you tonight.”

“Bye,” you said, already walking out of your trailer and back to set.

“Yeah, bye,” he answered to himself, seeing as you’d already ended the call.

You had never been nervous with him before, but now he’d casually invited you to stay over at his house for the night, something you’d never done with any boyfriend, ever. You didn’t know how to act, and it kinda freaked you out.

Was he expecting anything? What would you even wear? Should you bring a change of clothes? Would late night last into early morning? What if you woke up before him and didn’t know what to do in his house? What if he woke up first and you slept in really late, leaving him bored and trapped?

Questions swirled your mind, and you knew he would bring it up again, but you had to force them away. You hustled back to set, getting into character and trying to forget about everything.

He called you later that night, “wanna grab a bite with Harry and I?” he proposed.

“Uh sure,” you thought since Harry would be there, he wasn’t likely to bring it up again.

You met him just down the street from his house at the forgotten diner you frequented, never being recognized and getting some peace together. You grabbed burgers and chatted about your day as you ate and everything seemed fine. He didn’t bring it up again, and you thought you would have another few days to process everything and hopefully get over the hurdles in your mind. You wanted to stay with him, but you didn’t know how that would play out, exactly.

“Finished?” he asked, gesturing to your empty tray as he stood up.

“Yeah, thanks,” you smiled, and he cleaned up the table and took the trash to the can.

“I’m gonna walk back, if that’s okay,” Harry said, standing from the table, “got some photos I wanna edit.”

“Sure, bro, I’ll be right behind you,” Tom answered, coming back to you.

“Bye,” you waved as he left you and Tom alone.

“Walk you to your car?” Tom offered.

You stood up, turning around to thank the workers as the two of you left the diner. He walked you to your car, one hand secured around your shoulders, hugging you tight to his side.

“So, uh, I kinda got the sense that you didn’t want to stay with me earlier,” he said slowly, testing the waters to see how you would react.

You swallowed hard, turning to lean on the door of your car, “oh,” you whispered, “well uh, it’s not that, it’s just that I don’t - I’ve never really, uh, done that before.”

“Yeah I know we haven’t, love,” he chuckled.

“I mean, like ever,” you whispered, looking at the ground, “I just uh, don’t really know how that works.”

“Oh, well, uh, it’s not that hard really,” he soothed, “you just sorta sleep at my place, and I take care of you, and make you breakfast, and we just be together.”

You looked into his chocolate eyes, nothing but love pouring out of them. You don’t know how long you held his gaze for, but he started to get a little nervous at your lack of response.

“I mean, we’ve napped together before, it’s kinda like the same thing, just longer,” he added, trying to put you at ease.

“But like, what’s gonna happen?” you said, fiddling with your hands.

He understood what your emphasis meant, bringing a hand to your shoulder and rubbing it gently, “I’m not expecting anything, love,” he soothed you, “if it happens, fine, I’m ready for that. If you’re not that’s fine too, just wanna cuddle with you. Feel you pressed against me. Have my sheets smell like you when I get in ‘em the next night.”

You felt more at ease about it, but wrinkled your nose at his last statement.

His eyes grew wide, “no no no,” he hurried out, “I didn’t mean it, like, in a weird way! It came out wrong!”

You giggled at him, “it’s okay, bub, I get it. Why do you think I like wearing your hoodies all the time?”

He breathed a sigh of relief, chuckling at you, “yeah?”

“Yeah, and to be honest I don’t really even like hoodies. I’m a sweatshirt kind of gal.”

“Noted,” he answered, saving that info for later, “so what d’ya think about Friday?”

“I’ll stay, but like, do I bring anything?”

“You can bring whatever makes you comfortable, love,” he answered quietly, stepping towards you and cupping your face in his hands.

“Okay,” you breathed, connecting your lips to his.

You kissed for a while, his body pressing yours into the door. You pulled back to take a breath, resting your forehead on his, “but really, do I bring like, a toothbrush and stuff?”

“Yes, love, bring a toothbrush,” he chuckled, pecking you again. He swung his arm around your shoulder again, pulling you off the car, “let’s get you home, yeah?”

He opened your door, letting you inside the driver’s seat and closing the door. You started the car, him still standing there watching you. You rolled down the window, “are you coming or what?” you laughed.

“What?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I’m taking you home, obviously,” you giggled.

He ran around to the other side, hopping in quickly and buckling up. His hand rested against your thigh instantly, stroking his thumb across your skin.

You made the short drive to his house, lights on downstairs showing that Harry was already there.

“Thanks for the ride, baby,” Tom said, leaning over the console and giving you a quick peck.

“Anytime,” you whispered, pecking him again.

“See you Friday,” he said with a raise of his eyebrows, squeezing your thigh.

“Yeah, Friday,” you answered quickly.

He pecked you one last time before slipping out of the car and jogging to the front door. You watched him go inside, waving to each other before you drove off.

THURSDAY

After you were off, you took a long shower, exfoliating everything and shaving your legs, in preparation for tomorrow night. You carefully packed your bag: toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, mouthwash, hair brush, extra ponytail holders, face wash, cute pajamas, fuzzy socks, extra undies (more than you’ll ever possibly need but can’t be too prepared, right?), a cute outfit for Saturday, and a book (because who knows what the tide will bring?).

You’d spent so long worrying about what you would take with you, that you’d forgotten that you had to find something to wear to the movie. You’d already agreed to be Cherry, so you had to come up with something.

You slipped to the back of your closet, finding an old-plaid-navy-school-uniform skirt. That’ll work. You pulled out a plain white sweater that you’d never found a chance to wear, thinking you could tuck that in, and a lace bralette to go underneath it; after all, you wanted to feel a little sexy. You pulled forward some old blue Vans and some white crew socks, planning to fold them over. You also planned to ask your hair and make-up artist to help you with your hair before you left set tomorrow, saving a few pictures for her.

By the time you’d done all that, you figured you better go to bed, turning off the light, crawling into bed, and thinking about what tomorrow would bring.

FRIDAY

You’d had a long and stressful day filming, stuttering over your lines, missing your marks, and overall just not giving your best performance. Everyone has their off days, but you knew this was coming from your worries about tonight.

You called Tom as you were getting your hair done after wrapping for the day.

“Hi, bub, am I interrupting you?” you asked as soon as he answered.

“Never, love,” he answered, “what’s up?”

“Well, I’m getting my hair done for tonight, then I was going to head home. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t want me to stop and get anything at all or bring anything specific with me..”

“Course not, darling. You just have to bring that pretty face…” he trailed off.

If you were with him, you’d have slapped his shoulder lightly. Instead you just giggled, asking, “you’re positive?”

“Yes darling,” he insisted, “I’ll pick you up at 9:00.”

“Alright…” you trailed, “guess I better let you get back to work.”

“I’ll see you later, beautiful,” he whispered, “bye.”

“Bye.”

Your hair and make-up artist finished her work, expertly recreating your example images. You thanked her profusely, complimenting her over and over.

She answered with a simple, “it’s nothing dear,” and a wave of her hand.

You hugged her thank you, heading back to your trailer to collect your things.

By the time you got back to your apartment, it was already 8:30. You quickly dropped your work and other set junk on the table, scurrying to your room to collect your bag for Tom’s. You checked over everything in there, playing all the possible scenarios in your mind before deciding you were prepared.

You changed into your outfit for the night, lacing your shoes and admiring yourself in the full length mirror. You snapped a few pictures, deciding that one was cute and posted it to your Instagram story with the caption, “where’s my Pony?” and a cherry emoji.

As soon as you put it up, Tom knocked on your door. You rushed through the living room to the front door, flinging it open to see what Tom had concocted for the evening. You took in his appearance, mouth watering at the sight. You admired his slicked back hair, tight grey t-shirt, sleeves rolled up a bit of course, loose jeans, cuffed at the hem, beat up black converse, and red flannel hanging over his shoulder; you didn’t realize the effect this dress-up would have on you. You giggled, eyeing him up and down as he did the same to you.

“Hey, doll,” he grinned, meeting your eyes again.

“Hey, Pony,” you laughed.

“Ready to go?” he asked gently.

“Yeah, let me just get my bag from my room,” you said, turning back to grab it from your bed.

At the last second you decided to throw a box of tampons in. You weren’t expecting to use them, but you didn’t want to get stranded without them. You sighed, zipping up the bag and turning off your bedroom light.

You emerged from the room, walking towards Tom, standing by the table.

“Ready,” you said, voice kind of quiet.

“Let’s go then,” he smiled brightly, taking your bag from you and grabbing your hand. You locked the door behind you before following him to his car.

~~~~

When you parked to watch the movie, Tom was quick to pull out his phone, snapping a picture of the title screen and posting it to his public story. You knew fans would be in a tizzy, considering your earlier post, but they always were so what’s the point in worrying. Then he turned to you, “take a photo with me, love?”

“Course, Pony, anything for you,” you said dramatically, even though you loved it.

“Are you gonna call me that all night?” he chuckled.

“Maybe forever,” you answered, laughing loudly.

He pulled his phone up to take a selfie. You smiled wide, pressing your faces together, and he turned to peck your cheek. He snapped another, smiling as well, saving it and setting it as his lock screen.

The movie was great, as expected, and the drive-in atmosphere made it even more fun. You didn’t have to worry about fans interrupting you, a big plus, but it also just fit the movie so well, and it was fun to be in costume.

When it wrapped up and you were waiting in the traffic to pull out of the lot, Tom asked gently, “still wanna come over?”

“Yeah, sure,” you said, trying not to overthink things.

“Okay, just making sure. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Just want you to be comfortable,” he said, dropping a hand to your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, well I wanna give it a go,” you said with a small smile, placing your hand on top of his.

He smiled wide, picking up your hand to give it a kiss, before dropping it back into your lap.

The drive to his house was quick after you finally made it out of the parking lot. He hurried around the car, opening your door for you, before grabbing your bag from the backseat.

He placed a hand on your lower back, gently guiding you to the front door. He shuffled around to unlock it, pushing open the door and allowing you to enter first. You stepped inside, making note of Harry on the couch. It was almost 1:00 AM, so you’d assumed he'd be asleep.

“Oh, hey Harry,” you spoke lightly.

“Hey, was wondering when you’d get here…” he trailed off, “I was just about to turn in. Outfit’s great by the way,” he said, standing from the couch and gathering his laptop.

“I don’t mean to chase you out,” you said, not wanting to be in the way.

“No, no, you didn’t,” he soothed, “it’s time to turn in anyway, gonna go golf in the morning.”

“Oh, okay, goodnight.”

“Night,” he said, trudging down the hall.

Tom had set your bag on the bench in the entryway, coming up behind you. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against his front, as he snuggled his face into your neck.

“Hi,” he whispered in your hair.

“Hi,” you giggled back, attempting to turn in his grasp.

His hands held you in place, wrapping around to cross over your stomach. He rested his weight against you, slowly swaying the both of you back and forth.

You eyed the mirror across the room, desperate to take pictures like this. After all, he got a new lockscreen earlier…

“Bub,” you giggled, feeling his breath fan across your neck.

“Mmm, yes, my love?” he grumbled, pressing kisses against your skin.

“I wanna take a picture,” you giggled, “over in that cool mirror.”

He squeezed you tighter for a second, before releasing you, “mmkay,” he answered, letting you lead him over to the mirror.

“Do that again,” you told him, guiding his arms around your waist.

He was quick to settle back into you, breathing in your scent as you snapped a few photos in the mirror: a few of him kissing your neck, a few with you both looking in the mirror, a few of him looking at you, lovingly. He buried his face even further into you, hiding completely, as you took just one more. You asked him if it was okay to post one.

“Let me see it first,” he said, wanting to check all of the surroundings for spoilers and whatnot.

He was quick to approve the photo with his lips pressed to your jaw, making you smile.

You put it up on your story, captioning this one, “found him,” with the horse and cherry emojis.

He kissed your neck a few times, watching you post, before mumbling, “ready for bed?”

You yawned slowly, “yeah, I think so.”

“Alright,” he whispered, pecking your cheek one final time.

He slid one hand down your arm, locking your fingers together, and pulling you towards the staircase. He picked up your bag, carrying it with him up to his bedroom. You followed him in and he set your bag on the end of the bed.

“Alright, darling,” he said, rubbing his hands together gently, “make yourself at home.”

“Okay,” you giggled, stepping towards the end of the bed gently.

He’d placed your bag in the middle, next to a sweatshirt. You looked at him, making note of its presence.

“Oh, well, uh, you said you didn’t like hoodies, so I uh, pulled this one out for you, ya know, if you want it,” he said, shuffling his feet.

All you could do was smile, You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you. You kissed him gently, lingering for just a second.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips.

“You’re welcome, darling.”

You turned towards the bed, stepping back from him.

“So what’d you bring?” he asked, one hand finding the zipper of your bag as he tried to get a peek inside. You were quick to stop his hands, not wanting him to see the box of tampons thrown on top.

“Things,” you said giggling, “teeth stuff, hair stuff, clothes, a book…” you trailed off.

“A book?” he laughed lightly, “what book?”

“Looking for Alaska,” you answered, “it’s my comfort book.”

“Well, you’ll have to read it to me,” he said with a glint in his eye.

“Okay,” you whispered with a sheepish smile.

“I’m gonna pop in the bathroom real quick, alright?”

“Of course, it’s your house,” you laughed.

In his absence, you changed clothes, dragging on your tiny sleep shorts and matching tank top and pulling his sweatshirt over the top. You moved your bag off the mattress, dropping it on the floor. He came back quickly, seeing your new outfit, and smiling widely.

“Looks good on you,” he grinned.

“Thanks,” you said, “can I take my makeup off?”

“Course,” he answered, gesturing to the bathroom.

While you did that, he changed as well, dressing in a new t-shirt and clean boxers; he didn’t want to get in bed with you for the first time in dirty boxers of course. He shuffled under the covers, tucking into his usual side and propping against the headboard. He scrolled through Instagram, reposting your stories to his own and liking a few posts of yours.

You returned, dropping your items back in your bag, and grabbing your book. You flipped off the overhead light and stepped into the other side, enjoying how utterly domestic everything felt.

He flipped on the lamp on the side table, opening his arm for you to rest against him. You settled against his chest, opening your book to start to read to him. He kissed your head and rubbed small circles into your arm.

Your eyes were getting heavy as you read, but you would gladly stay up all night reading with him. Unfortunately, he started to doze off, snoring just enough for you to hear. You closed the book, marking your page but knowing you’d have to go back a little bit tomorrow, and reached over to turn the light off.

He woke up a bit, grumbling, “what’re you doing, love?”

“Just turning off the light,” you whispered, “go back to sleep.”

He sank down to lay against the pillows. You dropped back over to your side, curling up, but leaving some distance between you two. You faced him, admiring his face as he slept.

“What’re you doing?” he grumbled, eyes still closed.

“What do you mean?” you giggled, “going to sleep.”

“No, c’mere,” he said, reaching an arm out to wrap around your waist.

He pulled you into him, tangling your legs together and pecking your cheeks. You giggled at him, pulling his lips to yours, kissing him goodnight.

“G’night, my love,” he grumbled, tipping his head back to rest his chin against your forehead.

“Night, Pony,” you whispered back.

He chuckled, squeezing you tighter before you both drifted off to sleep.

[9tzuyu]

dark red

request: hii i’m not sure if you’re accepting requests rn,,, if you aren’t i’m sorry please ignore this djfjdhd could you write a nat x reader based off the song dark red by steve lacy — specifically the lines “don’t you give me up / please don’t give up / only you, my girl / only you, babe” — kind of like the tiktok trend going on right now

note: anon im so sorry i really hope this was okay. i can try and rewrite it if you want though 😭 i kinda hate it but i hope its good enough for you :[

aLSO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE.

i proofread this as quick as i could so all mistakes are mine.

warnings: none, a little angsty, terrible writing.

🏷: @c-is-writing @wandaromanova @nermalina

. . .

everyone knew natasha to be a very self-assured woman. she knew everything about herself; what she liked and what she didn’t like, who she tolerated and who she trusted. her history with just about everyone she’s close with dates back years, sometimes decades. it was very rare that she met someone knew whom she gave her complete trust to. 

meeting you caught her by surprise, something that doesn’t happen to natasha very often. your presence was refreshing, authentic, new. it was the very thing natasha didn’t know she needed in her life.

natasha watched your every little movement any time you were around. you intrigued her, held her attention by the very strand of your hair. something about you was special and she couldn’t seem to get enough.

so she allowed herself to have you, to enjoy you, to be with you. over a year into the friendship, you suggested the idea of becoming something more than just platonic. you wanted a relationship with the woman.

natasha accepted your proposal with a bright smile and a gentle kiss on the lips. she’d been more than relieved you asked her because the false belief that she was undeserving trampled any courage she had. 

it was hard to know when something was truly bothering natasha, but sometimes you were able to see the light dull in her eyes, or the uncontrollable fidgeting she’d accidentally let slip. 

which is exactly what you were dealing with now. for the past few months you’d begun to notice a slight change in natasha’s demeanor. little by little she began to distance herself in ways she knew would be looked over, at least for a short amount of time. 

natasha started out small. rather than having her face meet yours, she’d turn her back against your front while you slept. she couldn’t bear to look at someone who deserved so much better than what she could ever offer. 

you meant the entire world to natasha, she would quite literally do anything to protect you. that being said, natasha felt the need to protect you from her. 

a couple of weeks after her initial push back, you noticed the way she’d flinch when you tried to hold her. it was almost invisible, but you knew natasha more intimately than anyone else ever had, which made it easier to recognize all the small things everyone else missed.

then you caught onto the fact that she started leaving the bed early in the morning, as if she was promising herself not to see you. natasha also started to work more. longer hours, nights she had to be away, and minimal effort to keep in touch kickstarted the fighting. 

just as everything else did, it started off on a smaller scale. you’d send texts clearly stating how upset you were by her choice of actions. natasha would always have some stupid excuse on hand as a response though.

things began to escalate when natasha willingly booked her days off into cheap motels that reeked of cigarettes. the redhead would often find herself sitting on the floor beside her bed, breath saturated in store-bought vodka. the russian felt cheap and disposable, just as she did when she was a kid being used by the hands of a man with no morals.

when natasha chose to go home she’d return with her hair knotted, tied loosely in a bun with an apology already made.

this went on for nearly two months before you’d finally decided enough was enough. you’d given her time, space, everything you thought might help, but she never made any attempt to reciprocate your efforts. 

so now you stood leaning against the wall across the living room, natasha anxiously settled on the couch directly in your line of view. your focus was solely on the spy. and despite her best efforts at trying to hide it, you could tell she was uncomfortable.

“i’m sorry...” she croaked, voice hoarse from her night full of crying. 

“i know you are.” 

natasha’s fingertips met the edges of her teeth, followed by the familiar sound of a snap. 

disgusting. natasha felt incredibly disgusting, which in turn made her own self-hatred rise to a level she’d never met before. because how could she? how could she sit here and make you suffer through her own self destruction? natasha knew she was causing you pain, a kind of pain you didn’t deserve.

“i wish you would talk to me and tell me what’s going on, nat. i can’t keep doing this with you and you know that.” you watched as she clenched her jaw, swallowing a breath as her leg bounced sporadically against the wooden floor. 

“i don’t deserve you. i don’t deserve you at all.” her eyes faltered.  

you bit your lip, not understanding where this was coming from. “what makes you say that?” 

“because it’s true.”

“there’s nothing true about that statement, natasha.”

“but there is!” she practically begged, “i’ve done so much wrong, damaged so many people, ruined so many lives. there’s nothing good about me, and there’s so much good in you.” 

you moved closer to her, words ready to fall from you lips about how wrong she was. noticing this, natasha began to trip and stumble upon her sentences as you enclosed your proximity. you frowned having not been used to seeing her in such distress. 

“it sucks because i love you. i love you so fucking much—” her lip began to quiver,  “—and i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry that i still selfishly need you. just please, please don’t you give me up. please don’t give up. i’ll be better, i’ll do better.”

you didn’t bother listening to the rest of what natahsa was saying because just as you’d previously stated, none of it was true. there was nothing that natasha could say that would change your mind. you knew her as the person she is, not the person she was. 

“nat? nat look at me.” you tried. 

it was only then when natasha noticed how close you were. she tried to pull away, but you were quick to stop her by by a small, fragile grasp of the wrist. 

“natasha.” 

the redhead stopped midway through her movement, green eyes trailing from your hand all the way up to meet your own. 

“yes?” her voice cracked. 

“i would never consider giving up on you, natasha. ever. don’t you know? it’s only you, my girl. i love you — only you, babe.” 

“yes, but-”

“but nothing. your past doesn’t define you. that’s what you’ve told me hundreds and hundreds of times, right? i need you to hear me out on this.” her hum was the only response you got, but you chose not to fight it.

“you are not the finished product they made you to be.” although hesitant, she nodded. “you’re good, natasha, you are. i know you’ve spent the last decade it seems, trying to make up for all the wrong that you’ve done, but at some point you have to forgive yourself. you were never at fault. i know you know that, but i need you to believe it.” 

you leaned closer, connecting your forehead with hers knowing how intimate that felt for natasha. “i don’t want anyone else. i only want you— only you, darling.”

natasha nudged her nose against yours as if she was asking for permission to kiss you, but you let her take the lead, let her take the time she needed to before she pressed her lips against yours. 

 “i love you more than you will ever know.”

you giggled into the kiss, “you’re wrong about that, natty. you know you are.” she rolled her eyes, pulling away from you to push you on your back.  

“shut up and let me appreciate you.”

you smirked, looking up at the redhead. “oh yeah? and how are you going to do that?”

“you’ll see.” 

“oh i’m sure i will.”

“yeah. you will.” 

[idy-ll-ique]

See You Tomorrow On The Other Side.

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: unprotected sex

Requested: nope

based on this prompt.

Summary: Nothing wrong with just wanting a taste, is there?

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! enjoy!

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Wait, why is it so cold?

Y/N blinked her eyes open, flinching when she felt blinding pain in the side of her neck. Touching it, she found out that she was bleeding. What in the world…? "What the fuck?" she mumbled, moving to turn on the night-light but instead, she heard loud gagging noises coming from next to her on the floor.

She froze. I live alone. And then her instincts kicked in. She started screaming, only for her mouth to be clamped shut by a cold, freezing hand. "Shut up! Don't scream!" a raspy voice hissed. "Who the fuck are you?" Y/N demanded, though her voice came out muffled. "Forget that— why the fuck does your blood taste so gross?" the man asked instead.

Y/N's eyes widened with fear. "My— you— who are you?!" she yelled. "Shush! It's the middle of the night!" the man groaned, "My name is Bucky Barnes, happy?" Y/N huffed, clutching the side of her neck. "And what the fuck do you mean by your blood tastes so gross?" she questioned. "Did I stutter? I mean exactly that. Why the fuck is it so disgusting?!"

Y/N froze for the second time that night. Her first thought was that it was a dream, but the very real pain in her neck and the blood on her fingers suggested otherwise. The man— Bucky— he bit her neck. And that had only one reasonable explanation. "Are you a vampire?" she blurted out.

"Aye, see? Knew you were smart," he beamed and she stared at him, shocked. "Vampires aren't real." His face dropped and he rolled his eyes. "Then how do you explain me?" He flexed and Y/N scrunched her nose in mild annoyance. "First off, you're too annoying. Second— what the hell are you doing in my house?!"

"What do you think I'm doing?! I was hungry! Now answer my damn question— why is your blood gross?" He tapped her on the forehead twice. She blinked. Well, since this night couldn't get any crazier… "I have anemia? I guess that's why. Now you answer my question! Why did you select me to be your food?"

"Because you look like a snack?" he offered sheepishly but she only raised an eyebrow. Bucky blushed a bit; he very well couldn't tell her that he had had a crush on her ever since he had seen her— that was a few months ago. Nothing wrong with just wanting a taste, is there? "Okay wait, come back to you— you have anemia?"

"Uh, yeah? Why do you care? Go away, dude, you got your taste, you didn't like it, now leave me alone!" Y/N scoffed, turning to lay back down but Bucky put an arm around her, pulling her back up. "No, we gotta talk about it. Are you taking anything for it? Supplements, Vitamin D pills…?" Y/N stared at him.

"No," she replied flatly, "Medicines taste bad and I've already come to terms with my condi—" Bucky scoffed harder. "Really? You are a dumbass, you know that? I'm bringing you the medicines tomorrow, and you're gonna take them every night in front of me, got it?" Nothing wrong with being worried about your darling's health.

"Do you usually get this involved with your prey/food?" Y/N deadpanned. "You're not— don't argue! If you're not going to take care of your health, I'm going to have to do it for you," Bucky huffed. "As sweet as the sentiment is, I think the fuck not. Goodnight, Bucky, I will not see you tomorrow." She gave him a sweet, fake smile and lay down.

This time, Bucky didn't stop her. "Dumbass," he muttered under his breath as he stood on the window sill, promptly turning into a bat before flying away into the night.

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"Hey, welcome home!"

Y/N screamed, almost dropping her bag of groceries on the floor as she whirled around to see Bucky sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through the pages of a magazine. "Couldn't figure out how to turn on the TV," he muttered as Y/N eyed the magazine. She couldn't help but snort. "Ancient."

"Hey, rude." He narrowed his eyes at her and she narrowed hers right back. "Okay, had your fun reading the magazine? Now get lost or I'll call security," Y/N threatened him and stood in front of him, her arms crossed. He smirked and rose to his full height, causing Y/N's resolve to crumble.

He was much, much taller than her. "Go ahead, do it, baby girl," he whispered tauntingly, leaning in so that their faces were inches apart. Y/N whimpered involuntarily at his sweet scent, slapping a hand to her mouth in horror when she realized what she had just done. Bucky burst out laughing. "See? You want me here."

"Flatter yourself, Barnes," she mumbled but the truth was, she did want him there. The previous night, she had failed to notice just how beautiful he really was; now, she found out. He was also funny, charming, caring and sweet— not bad company. "So, am I cooking dinner for one or for two?"

"You? I'm cooking dinner! And you're gonna eat whatever the hell I'm going to make. Go take a bath in the meanwhile, I'll handle it." Bucky ushered her towards her bathroom and she blinked. "What, I— hey! Wait!" He stopped pushing her. "Why are you cooking for me?"

"Because your dumbass doesn't eat shit it should be eating and instead eats what it shouldn't! You're anemic, and yet I never see you eating food that has high levels of iron in it. You just don't care about your life, do you?" Y/N laughed, pinching his cold cheeks. "You're really cute, you know? Dude, I'll be fine—"

"Okay, how about this? I'm doing this for myself because your blood tastes gross and I gotta fix it," he suggested. "I have a solution: why don't you go find someone else to be your food? Look, my blood tastes bad, so why waste all your time trying to fix it? Get someone else, kill them!" Bucky pulled a face.

"Kill them? You think you'll die if I bite you?" Y/N nodded slowly. "Um, no, sweet pie, you won't die if I bite you. You'll… maybe get sick for a few days, but then you'll be fine," Bucky explained. "What if I don't want to get sick for a few days either? Just go away, find someone else, make them sick!" Bucky pouted.

"You really don't want me to be here?" he whined. "I— Fine! Fine! Cook whatever the hell you want, stay, but on one condition." A huge smile bloomed on the vampire's face as he nodded. "You don't get to bite me, ever." His face fell. "Not even a little…?" Y/N shook her head. He pouted harder. Y/N stared back, unwavering.

"A little, small bite…?"

"Bucky, don't push it," Y/N warned and Bucky immediately raised his arms in surrender. "Now go take a bath, I'm making food." With a small smile, Y/N entered the bathroom, starting to fill the tub up with water as she sat on the toilet seat, thinking back a few hours.

How did this even happen? First, she wakes up to find a stranger on her bedroom floor gagging on her "gross" blood; second, he reveals that he is a vampire and third, he wants to take care of her and wants her to get better. Teenage her, who was quite fond of Twilight, would've loved this dude.

But now? Y/N was still skeptical, but at least Bucky hadn't pulled any sketchy shit. So far, he had been nothing but sweet. "Maybe I can give him a chance," she whispered to herself. She had no doubt about the fact that he was a vampire; he was always cold, had sharp, pointy teeth and she had practically seen him turn into a bat last night.

So yeah.

Y/N was going to allow a vampire to take care of her.

"Oh good, you're here," Bucky called out when she finally walked out of her room in her pajamas. "Smells good, what did you make?" Y/N smiled, sitting down at the kitchen island. Bucky placed a plate in front of her. "Beans. We'll start small. Do you eat meat?" Y/N nodded, eating a spoonful of the beans.

"Mm," she groaned, "These are so good! You're a great cook, Bucky." He rubbed the back of his neck shyly as Y/N beamed at him. "Thanks. My ma taught me, back in the 1500's." Y/N's eyes widened. "How old are you?" she asked with disbelief as she picked up the bread he had prepared along with the beans.

"A few centuries. You kinda lose count after a long time," he laughed. "Were you born a vampire or were you turned into one later in life?" Bucky pondered for a few seconds. "I was born one. My ma and my pa were both vampires." Y/N nodded before looking at him with a curious look. "What do you want to ask?" he teased upon seeing her expression. She chuckled.

"Can I become a vampire too?"

Bucky froze. "Do you want to be one?" he spoke slowly. "I mean, sounds cool, don't you think? Of course, I'm not completely sure, I just— wanna know how you turn someone into a vampire. Can you turn someone into one?" she blurted out. Bucky gulped hard; God knew he had been dreaming about turning her into a vampire ever since he had seen her.

Vampires having relationships with humans wasn't uncommon but he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. And with vampirism comes one boon— immortality. So, if he turned her into a vampire, they could be together forever and always, literally. "I— I can turn people into vampires. All it takes is a neck bite."

Her brows furrowed. "But you bit me last night, am I—" Bucky shook his head. "You aren't a vampire, Y/N. There is a specific spot on a person's neck that you have to bite in order to turn them into a vampire. I didn't bite you there." She nodded and exhaled. "Good. I don't wanna be a vampire just yet, gotta think more before making a decision."

"So in the future maybe, you'll be open to becoming a vampire?" Bucky asked, his hopefulness shining through in his voice. Y/N laughed. "Wanna turn me into a vampire that bad?" she teased and Bucky looked away, an embarrassed look on his face. "I'm not desperate," he muttered. Y/N finished eating her dinner, did her nightly routine and got into bed.

Bucky soon approached with two pills in his open palm, his other hand holding a bottle of water. "Just gulp it quickly and you won't have to taste the pills," he reassured her as she eyed the pills with disdain. Putting her doubts aside, she quickly downed the pills, pulling a face as she did. Bucky ruffled her hair.

"Good job, sweet pie! See, easy, wasn't it? Now get a good night's sleep, I'll see you tomorrow evening." Y/N lay down on the bed, pulling the covers on top of her as she smiled sleepily at Bucky. "Goodnight, see you tomorrow," she yawned and Bucky gave her a huge smile before jumping out the window like he had done the night before; flying into the night as a bat.

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"Bucky! Are you here?"

Y/N walked into her dimly lit house, confused. All the lights were off, the house lit by candles placed strategically here and there. She could smell roses too. "Hi, sweet pie." A gasp escaped Y/N lips when Bucky walked out of the kitchen. He was dressed in an all-black suit, a suave smile on his face. She stood frozen as he approached her, taking her hand.

He pressed a kiss to her knuckles and Y/N found her voice. "What is this, Bucky?" she chuckled. "Our six month anniversary, sweet pie. Did you forget?" he pouted. Y/N laughed harder. "We're not dating." His smile stayed confident. "Would you like to?" She paused mid-laugh, staring at him through wide eyes filled with disbelief.

"Are you… asking me out?" she whispered and Bucky nodded. "Oh my— yes! Yes, Bucky!" She ran forward and jumped into his arms, ignoring how cold he was as she hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck. As he stated, six months had passed since Y/N and Bucky became friends and Y/N was quickly falling for him.

He was literally perfect. There was nothing she didn't like about him; she had even gotten over the fact that he was a vampire. "Oh, fuck, I thought it was gonna fail," Bucky laughed as he pulled her flush against him, one arm wrapping around her waist as she other cradled her head. "No way, Buck, I've liked you for a while now."

Both of them walked into the kitchen, where Y/N got another shock. The floor was covered in rose petals; they formed the shape of a heart. There was a bouquet of roses sitting on the dining table as well, between two plates of delicious-looking food. Next to the vase were two bottles of expensive champagne, and two glasses.

"How long did this take?" she whispered, snuggling further into Bucky's arms as she admired the scene in front of her. "A few hours. But all worth it." He pressed a quick kiss to her temple. "The rose heart looks awesome," she grinned, thanking Bucky when he pulled out her chair for her. "Ha, thanks," he laughed.

They maintained a light-hearted conversation as they ate dinner; afterwards, Y/N took a relaxing bath, took her medicines and got into bed. "Bucky," she called out tentatively and he turned to her. "Yes, my love?" She smiled shyly. "Will you stay the night?" Bucky grinned broadly. "Thought you'd never ask."

He stripped down; only in his boxers as he got into the bed with her. Before he could lay down Y/N pulled a pro-gamer move on him and straddled his lap, rendering him speechless. "Sweet pie," he groaned when her lips came crashing down on his. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her close, kissing her deeper.

Somewhere in the kiss Bucky's hands reached the hem of her t-shirt and he broke the kiss to pull it off of her. Another few minutes in, Y/N found herself laying on the bed stark naked under Bucky, who was equally as naked, his hard length poking at her tight entrance.

"Bucky," she whimpered as he slid home, a deep moan leaving his lips. "Fuck, sweet pie, so fucking tight," he praised, one of his hands toying with her breasts as the other grabbed her headrest, using it as support as he thrust into her repeatedly. Y/N's hands fisted around her bedsheets, the pleasure in her abdomen becoming too much to bear.

"I'm close," she announced breathlessly and Bucky dropped his head, pressing kisses to her face. "I'm close too, just a minute more." Y/N tried her best to hold the pleasure in as Bucky's thrusts started becoming sloppier. "Such a good girl for me," he grunted as he felt himself inching closer to the edge.

"Let go for me."

Both of them let go at the same time, Y/N cumming around him with a soft whine as Bucky shot his load into her with a guttural snarl. "Oh, fuck," he panted as he fell on top of her, both of them out of breath. "Bucky, I— I wanted to ask you something," she whispered shyly as Bucky rolled off of her, only to pull her closer to him. "Yes, darling?"

"I wanna be a vampire."

Bucky turned to look at her, wide eyed. "Are you sure?" She lowered her eyes and nodded. "I— I love you, Bucky, and there's no one I'd rather be with than you. So please, make me— make me immortal." Bucky blinked back tears and cupped her cheek, tilting her chin up. "All mine. My beautiful girl. I love you too," he whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips.

He then strayed to her jaw, peppering it with kisses until he finally reached her neck, nuzzling into it for a few seconds, breathing in her scent. Soon, he found the spot— the one that would turn her into a vampire. "It'll sting just a bit," he warned her, "Then you'll go to sleep. When you wake up, the transformation will be completed. Are you sure you want this?"

"I have never been so sure of something in my entire life." Bucky smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her spot before sinking his teeth into her neck; Y/N winced a bit at the sting but overall, felt fine. When Bucky pulled away from her, he was wiping blood off his lips. He then reached down and picked up her t-shirt.

Y/N smiled sleepily as he cleaned her neck, admiring the mark for a few seconds. "Looks good. And tastes much better." Y/N giggled and slapped his bare chest, making him grin. Both of them then lay down on the bed, arms around each other as they closed their eyes.

"Goodnight, Buck."

"Goodnight, princess, see you on the other side tomorrow."

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