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[theprinceandagcd]

WIP Wednesday <3

Happy Wednesday, my dudes! Taking the open tag from @kiwiana-writes and getting this out of the way early so that I can focus on some graduate school stuff that is a lot less fun. Also, yes, I just put some text on a screenshot bc I have no artistic ability but I wanted a lil thing for wip tag stuff :/

jesus christ, ANYWAY. I'm still slaving away over writing one single thread of gold tied me to you from Henry's perspective - title is officially "hell was the journey, but it brought me heaven" just btw :)

Turns out, Henry has VERY complicated feelings in this fic and sometimes he absolutely refuses to talk to me. Which is fine. I'll figure him out eventually. Until then, here's a snippet <3

Maybe, if he treads carefully, they can stay friends. It wasn’t their entire relationship that he shouldn’t have partaken in - being Alex’s friend was one of the only good things Henry has ever done. Taking it further than that cherished bond was a selfish and alcohol-induced mistake that will haunt him for the rest of his life.  Chewing on his bottom lip, Henry is preparing to type when he glances up at the news broadcast in front of him and sees his soul mark staring back at him.  No, not his.  Alex’s.  A perfect fucking match to his.  No. It’s not possible.  Yet, there it is.  Henry knew, though, didn’t he? Alex, the only thing in his life that has ever made sense. Alex, the beautiful and bright spot in an otherwise miserable existence. Alex, who had called him upset on Christmas minutes after Henry had started feeling nauseous and called him in a panic in February moments after Henry had woken with a racing heart.  He’d ignored every single sign out of self preservation, refusing to let himself entertain an idea that was wonderful in theory but would ultimately only cause heartache. Alex’s soul being tied to his is a punishment to them both - Alex, for wanting a soulmate and getting one that he cannot have; Henry, for being in love before he knew and now understanding that he has to be the one to take Alex’s dream away from him.

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[ramblingoak]

Stolen Frosting

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 2 - Late Night Snacks

Phantom x Swiss

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Phantom owns a bakery, Sweets and Treats, and Swiss is the gym teacher at Lucifer's Hollow High School. ~

Warnings: fluff and that is all, sfw, 500 words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

“I know this looks bad.”

Phantom remained still, continuing to stand in the doorway to his kitchen silently.  Swiss shifted his weight from foot to foot, his claws tapping the tile softly.  Behind him his tail swished rapidly back and forth as he waited for the other ghoul to do something, anything.  After another handful of seconds passed, Swiss just gave up, scooping another spoonful up of the absolute heaven he had found in Phantom’s fridge and shoving it in his mouth. 

“Really?!”

“I’m sorry!”  Swiss’s words were garbled with the spoon still in his mouth and he winced when his fangs clacked against the metal.  Quickly he yanked the spoon away, tossing it into the sink and then closed the container.  “I was starving and I found this and unholy shit it’s amazing.”

Swiss could tell Phantom was preening under the compliment but the quintessence ghoul was doing his best to hide it.  He pouted when Phantom came over and took the container out of his hands, shoving it back in the fridge.  

“Frosting isn’t food.”

“It is if I eat enough of it, lemme have the rest.”  Swiss attempted to get at the door handle but Phantom hip checked him.  “Where’d you buy that anyway?”

“I made it.”  Swiss froze in his attempts to get into the fridge, staring in disbelief at Phantom.  The ghoul suddenly became shy, his cheeks pinking up adorably.  “Did you forget what I do for a living?”

“No, of course not.”  How could he when Phantom smelled like sugar and cinnamon and a thousand other amazing things all the time?  “I guess I just didn’t think you’d make frosting from scratch.”

“I make everything from scratch.”  Lucifer, Phantom looked too damn cute standing there all proud of himself.  Swiss leaned in and quickly kissed him, enjoying the taste of frosting and Phantom on his lips.  When he pulled away the ghoul looked both surprised and pleased.  “What was that for?”

“Being adorable.”  The blush was back and Swiss couldn’t help but wrap an arm around Phantom’s waist to pull him closer.  “And the frosting, of course.”

“The stolen frosting.”  Swiss’s stomach chose that moment to growl and it was the multi ghoul’s turn to blush.  “Still hungry?”

“Famished.”

Their eyes met and something unsaid passed between them, something that had been brewing for days now.  Swiss lowered his head to kiss Phantom again, as gently as he could manage.  He was lucky Phantom had let him stay the night and he didn’t want to push him.  If all he could do was kiss Phantom in this kitchen for the rest of his days he’d be happy.  

“I could make you something?”  Phantom pulled away and grabbed an apron hanging off the wall quickly tying it around his waist.  “Cupcakes?”

“Marry me.”  Oh shit, Swiss's eyes widened and he immediately held his hands up,  “Sorry, I mea—“

“Let’s make them first.”  Phantom flashed him a smile and then wandered over with an apron for Swiss. As he walked around him to tie it at the back he leaned up close to Swiss's ear,  “You can decide if they’re worth marriage after trying one.”  

Swiss spun around, reaching up to gently hold Phantom's head in his hands.

"Baby, you had me at the frosting."

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[starshard17]

From the au I made for Logince Week <3

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[eveandtheturtles]

Started with a Kiss - Chapter 6: Rescue Mission

Or as my Beta called it: B-Team best team

Summary: Donnie and Mikey kick some ass!

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There wasn't much time to lose. Donnie immediately started climbing the ladder and was out in mere seconds. Just in time to see her disappear as the van door closed. 

"No, you don't," he growled. Quickly he reached to his back pulling out a device - a cross between a crossbow and a gun. It had a bolt that ended with triple suction cups. The same “anchor” he used at the airplane jump in Brazil all these years ago. He aimed it at the van as it began to drive away. 

He missed by inches. 

"Fuck," he cursed again. He scaled the wall and began his pursuit. "Leo we have a situation!" He shouted into his communicator. 

"What happened?" Leo responded immediately.

"I think we were being followed somehow. They have Kara. I am in pursuit." He sent the photo he got of the plates. 

"We'll be right there," Leo said and disconnected.

Donnie meanwhile hacked into the city's traffic monitoring systems as he was running. He needed to divert the van. He doubted they would just simply stop at a red light. He needed a bigger motivator. Like a truck… and one was coming right through the van's immediate route. 

Just some minimal fiddling with timing and… there!

As predicted the van was still barreling through the road even with red lights ahead. The truck, horn blaring, zipped through the intersection, cutting it off. The van jolted, tires screeching as the kidnappers hit the brakes, but didn’t crash into the truck. Success! It gave him enough time to jump down the buildings and onto the roof. 

He saw his brothers pop up on top of the building he just vacated but there wasn’t much time to react. Leo sent Mikey down on his board. Donnie will have so much footage to scrape off of the Internet later…

“Hey there big bro, need a hand?” Mikey quipped as he landed next to him on top of the roof. Before Donnie could answer both of them had to jump away from the bullets being shot at them from below. Just because they were mostly bulletproof didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

“Damn, these dudes are angry!” Mikey shouted as they both hung from the edges of the roof. “What do we do bro?” he asked.

“We need to take control of the vehicle! You take the right, I take the left!” Donnie ordered. On three the two jumped up, rolled, and switched the sides of the van to hang from. More bullets followed.

“Coming through!” Mikey announced, looking through the open window. “Hi! Whoa!” He said and immediately ducked as the passenger shot at him. “Not cool!” Mikey covered his head and, still hanging off the roof, twisted on his arm turning around so the bullets would ricochet over him. 

One bounced off and must have hit the shooter judging by the yell of pain. The orange turtle didn't waste time. He quickly reached inside and pulled the gun out of the man’s hand. Then he smacked the guy over the head, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and threw him out the window. “Remember to fasten your seatbelts next time!” Mikey shouted after him. 

The orange terrapin then opened the door and sat inside.

At the same time, Donnie had used sleeping gas to douse the driver, remove him from the driver’s seat and take over the wheel.

“Hi, bro!” Mikey said. 

Immediately the goons in the back opened fire again. While their backs and plastrons were bulletproof, their heads weren't. And Donnie had to drive. To make things worse - It was cramped inside. He couldn't just duck his head into his shell and drive blind!

"Fuck!" He swiveled between the cars. The traffic responded to him with blaring horns and screeching tires. 

“Mikey!” Donnie shouted at his brother. 

"On it!"

What happened then could have been a scene from a horror film or maybe a comedy. Mikey pulled his head and arms inside his shell, jumping to the back. Then he body-slammed the nearest shooter. Quickly, he popped his head and limbs out. Using his nunchucks he got the gun out of the hands of the second one. With a quick flick of his hands smacked the guy's head bringing it all down to one baddy left. 

"Now for the final showdown," Mikey said with a grin.

The goon had Kara up, holding her in front of him. There was nowhere to run. Just the green freak in front of him.  

Suddenly, someone rammed into them from behind, jolting the whole van. 

"What the-" Donnie cursed and checked the mirror. 

The back door opened. A Jeep with an open roof and a reinforced grill was driving right behind them. The goon holding Kara grinned. 

"Hey man, don't-" Mikey started but the man indeed did.

He grabbed Kara and tossed her out of the van right into the open arms of another criminal in the jeep. The goon jumped out after her, landing on the Jeep's hood. Another one from the back seat raised up an Uzi and opened fire

"Aw, nuts," Mikey sighed, seconds before the bullets started flying. He ducked, turning around and kneeling down.

"Mikey!" Donnie yelped with more urgency, his voice cracking.

"I am trying! Where are Leo and Raph when you need them?!" 

The Jeep hit the brakes, putting distance between them and the turtles. Then it sped up and began to pass them.

"We can't have them escape!" Donnie shouted. The van wasn't fast enough to keep up with the Jeep. "Mikey, you drive!"

"What?! I don't know how!" Mikey protested. 

"First time for everything! Just step on the pedal on the right and keep it steady!" Donnie was already opening the driver's door, ready to climb out.

"If we die, I am totally telling Dad on you," Mikey grumbled, grabbing the wheel.

Donnie managed to climb on top of the car. While Mike, still kept the cars relatively even, the Jeep was slowly gaining on them, soon to take over. Donnie took a quick, deep breath in and jumped, landing on the hood.

Immediately the men opened fire. Donnie had to act fast. He rolled to the side, grabbed onto the cage columns, and punched the first guy right in the face. Luck seemed to be on his side as the Uzi guy’s weapon jammed. Using his staff Donnie electrocuted him. Then he looked at the driver.

"Drive where I tell you and you get to live," he warned the man who slowly nodded. 

"Donnieeee!" Mikey shouted over the comms. 

The purple terrapin sighed. "Open the passenger door." 

He yanked the man out of the seat and tossed him through the open door of the van, immediately taking the seat in the Jeep. 

"Tell him to follow me," Donnie said to Mikey.

"Thanks, bro!"

Donnie located the nearest dead-end alley and drove there, sending the location to Leo and Raph.

Donnie parked no problem. Mikey and the driver had a bumpier time as the van hit the back of the Jeep, making Donnie almost lose his glasses.

He turned around to glare at the youngest brother who just awkwardly waved through the windshield. 

Both turtles climbed out of the cars. Just in time for their blue and red brothers to join them.

"Great job, you two," Leo greeted them. "Now, let's see who we’re dealing with."

"I hope you left me something." Raph grinned, rolling his shoulders. 

"Sorry bro, we had a hot mess on our hands," Mikey patted Raph's bicep. "Next time."

Leo and Donnie grabbed each wing of the backdoor and opened it. Immediately they were greeted by goons who were less than happy after their unplanned naps. The three men, including the driver, were crouching with guns drawn and aimed at the turtles.

"Shit," Leo cursed. "You didn't take their guns away?"

Donnie looked at Mikey. 

"What?! I was busy!" The youngest defended himself. "Donnie made me drive!"

"I'll take care of it," Raph replied with a mean smile. "Is it just them?" 

"Should be…" Donnie said slowly. He didn't see the Uzi guy

Speak of the Devil. The scientist sighed. He should have upped the charge on his staff. 

Uzi walked from behind the van. He had his arm around Kara's neck, gun in the other hand with a muzzle against her temple.

"Drop your weapons or the girl gets it!"

Kara had a dirty cloth tied around her eyes, her hands, and feet bound, and gagged. Donnie didn't have an occasion to look at the men in the van before and now he could see that the two had scratches on their faces that clearly weren't Mikey's work. Was there a bite mark on one hand? He couldn't help but smirk. 

"What's so funny, frog?" The guy holding Kara asked.

"Frog? Dude, we're clearly turtles!" Mikey huffed, offended. "We got shells!" He even turned thumping over it with the end of his nunchucks. 

"Not the time Mikey," Leo reminded him. 

"It hurts, bro," Mikey grumbled. 

"Also, 'the girl gets it'?" Ralph joined in. "Somebody watched too many gangster movies."

"Add it to the bingo card," Mikey snickered. Leo rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched upwards a little.

"Shut up! Whatever the fuck you are, drop the weapons!" The human fired a warning shot into the air. 

Using the moment the guy had his hand in the air, Raph and Leo moved. The charging turtles were faster than the two crouching goons could process. Leo went after them when Raph went for Uzi. He grabbed the shooter's hand and crushed it. The man yelled in pain, letting go of Kara. 

"Donnie, catch!" Raph caught her before she fell to the ground and tossed her to his brother. 

Donnie intercepted her and struggled a little holding her steady as the girl, unaware of the situation, started kicking and wiggling. 

He set her down quickly and was about to take off her blindfold when she headbutted him right in the face. Donnie groaned, grabbing his nose, his glasses falling to the ground. Without his support Kara fell on her ass and then used her bound feet to swipe at his legs, throwing him further off balance. 

Behind them, Raphael was doing an elbow drop on one of the goons who was trying to run away. Mikey kept the other one in a headlock giving the guy noogies. Leo just sighed, holding the main dude by his arm. 

"Aren't you going to stop them?" The criminal asked the blue turtle miserably.

"Nah," Leo replied. Better let the meatheads get some workout in now. 

Donnie was on his knees now, basically blind without his glasses. He squinted at the brown and green blurry spot, last second noticing another defensive kick. He grabbed her legs and tried to reach her face. He managed to put his palm in the center of it trying to feel his way around. 

This resulted first in angry noises which then turned into a sort of recognition. Not many people have giant, three-fingered hands. Donnie, hopeful, grabbed onto her blindfold and pulled it down. 

Kara blinked rapidly as the light invaded her eyes. She saw Donnie with a bloody nose, squinting at her without his glasses. Wow, his eyes were so much smaller. How bad was his vision to need such thick glasses? She noticed the glasses lying not far from them with a cracked lens. Did she do that? Welp. She tried to nudge them toward his hand. There, finally, he picked them up. 

With his sight restored he was free to untie her. 

<Sorry I whacked your face,> she told him as soon as her hands were free.

<I’ve had worse.> He reached into his pocket and pulled out her hearing aids. Unfortunately, during the whole adventure, the tiny devices got smashed to pieces. <Sorry, you might need new ones…>

She sighed, looking at the sad remains of the electronic devices. <Yeah, that’s fine. Also just so we’re clear. I’m still mad about your digging but… thanks for the save…>

He nodded. <Are you hurt anywhere?> He saw some superficial bruising and scratches that were most likely the result of her struggling. He reached to her side and she hissed in pain. 

His expression darkened. 

<That one is on you buddy,> she quickly informed him.

Donnie blinked confused then remembered their sparring. Oh. <Sorry, why didn’t you say anything?>

She shrugged. <Bruised pride?>

He looked at her unamused then pulled down his goggles and quickly scanned her. <Yeah, you’ve got cracked ribs. Do you experience any trouble breathing?>

<Yeah, it’s worse now,> she replied and coughed and winced. 

“Donnie,” Leo approached them, dragging the goon. “You can play doctor later. Get Kara to the lair and we’ll wait for the cops and an ambulance, alright?”

Donnie’s head snapped to his brother, suddenly remembering they were there too. “Sure, uh.” He looked at the unconscious guy on the ground. “Is he dead?”

“Raph likely broke most of his bones, but he’s breathing,” Leo said unbothered.

“Cool.”

Kara tilted her head at them. <What’s up?>

<The guys are staying behind, we’re going back to the lair.>

<Okay.>

He scooped her up carefully from the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck. 

Before this long night could end Donnie got Kara an ice pack, stuffed her with painkillers, and gave her strict instructions on how to behave.

<I know what to do,> she retorted. <This isn’t the first time a guy broke my ribs,> she tried to joke but he looked at her seriously with a pained expression.

<Don’t give me the kicked puppy eyes, you fucked up,> she huffed. <I’m still pissed at you but… again, thanks for the save…>

He nodded. <Listen, if uh… you need anything,> he didn’t know where to look or if he should stay close by… <just uh, send me a text?>

<Gotcha.>

After that Kara wasn’t in the mood to talk. She fell asleep, missing the return of Donnie’s brothers. 

[yournotsolocalcryptid]

I decided to do both! The other one has been posted here

Prompt list: 55 dialogue prompts

Prompt(s): 20. “Oh, Fuck”, 21. “Did you just moan?”, 52. “You love me and want to have my babies, I get it”

Pairing(s): Ben Hardy x afab!Reader

Warnings: friends to lovers-ish? (I tried) , it's not super fluffy or very long sorry, minor/implied smut, I'm still not confident I can write smut so it's kinda skipped over sorry about that too but its still 18+, ummm... I think that's it? oh, wait, poor writing, poor proofreading, poor editing.

Word count: 851

Y/N/N - your nick name

You and Ben had met and almost instantaneously became friends. The two of you just got each other. Tonight the two if you were having one of your patented sleepovers featuring take away, a movie (or a few), pajamas (comfort is a must), and whatever the alcohol of choice was that evening. This particular evening, the two of you had chosen pizza, the Godfather parts 1,2 & 3, he was in boxers and an old t-shirt while you were in comfy shorts and a tank top and you were drinking some Italian wine you’d had found while digging through his kitchen, which started the whole “Italian” theme of the night to begin with.

The two of you were sitting on the floor with your backs against his couch, the pizza was gone at this point along with most of the wine and you must’ve been an hour or so into the Godfather part 2, but neither of you could be sure as both you and ben were more focused on your conversation and shenanigans than on the movie.

You downed the last of the wine in your glass and reached over Ben for the wine bottle but you knew you couldn't reach it even before you even started reaching as it was a good distance from him on his other side. So you swung your leg over his lap and reached again.

“What are you doing?” he asked

“Reaching”

“For?”

“The wine” you said nonchalantly reaching further and Ben wondered tell if you weren’t aware your tits were in his face or if you just didn’t care.

“You could’ve just asked me you know” he said softly

“Yep”

then suddenly you started to tip. Both your eyes and Ben’s eyes widened momentarily before you both toppled over.

As you tumbled together, Bens hands flew to your waist and you planted your hands on the ground in attempts stop your heads from clunking together which was successful however, in your momentary panic and concern for both your heads you had forgotten how close your pelvis was to his and as you fell your crotch rubbed against his.

“Oh, Fuck”

You stilled and looked down at Ben “Did you just moan?”

His cheeks tinged a soft shade of pink “um... no?” he said unconvincingly

You moved your hips against him, effectively recreating the feeling and he moaned out another expletive. You bit back a grin and rolled your hips again and his grip on your waist tightened. Your name poured from his mouth in what was something between a growl and a moan, a warning and a beg. You grinned at the sound of it and dipped your head to cautiously capture his lips in yours, but he deepened it immediately, pulling you closer and letting his hands roam your body.

“Wait” Ben says detaching his mouth from yours and clearly struggling to resist plowing ahead “are you sure about this? Because I’ve been wanting this for so long but if you feel pressured or-” you cut him off with a finger to his lips

“I’ve wanted this for a long while too Ben” you assured him “so don’t hold back”

A good while later (turns out Ben’s no slouch in the sack) you were both breathless with your backs on the cool floor and a bit shocked that had just happened. Then, you started to giggle.

Ben looked at you fully confused “what’s so funny?” he asked which just caused you to laugh harder, your giggling was fully uncontrollable at this point.

“come on. Why are you laughing?” he sat up with his back against the couch and looked down at your naked giggling form and while he was probably the most confused in his entire life, his heart swelled at the sigh of you. “Y/N/N, I-” He started babbling about how he didn't understand what was so funny and how he’s liked you for so long and how he had a really really good time and would like to do it again but if you- and blah blah blah and so on and so forth, you weren’t fully listening but you got the gist. As he spoke you sat up, still laughing some, straddled his lap once again and interrupted him with a kiss.

When you pulled away he started speaking again “seriously, Love I-”

You rolled your eyes a little and said “You love me and want to have my babies, I get it” then you give him a quick kiss and said, “join me, Benjamin?” With that, you stood and walked to his bedroom and left the door ajar behind you as you climbed onto his bed.

From where he sat he could see just enough of his room to see you trail a hand up your leg but he couldn't see where it ended up but the soft breathy noise you made told him everything he needed to know. He stood quickly and strode to his bedside, swung the door shut behind him and before long your soft breathy noises of pleasure were replaced with much louder ones.

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[raewritesfiction]

Understanding & Tenderness [Sebastian Stan]

A/N: we need some fluff… also on a personal note with everything going on, like many others, mental health hasn't been great so I've not done any writing.  I've had lots of ideas but just no want to actually write them; for that I apologize.

Plot: some TLC from Sebby after a bad day (week/month/whatever)

Pairing: Reader X Sebastian Stan

Warnings: description of fluffy sexy times and unprotected sex. ALWAYS USE A CONDOM.  

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You hadn't been expecting to find Seb on your couch when you walked in from work but there he was laid out like some kind of fever dream rating popcorn out of a bowl resting on his abs.

You'd sent him a message about your crappy week, just wanting to rant and get it out your system. You knew he was out of state and it would be a while until you saw him but those little check marks helped you get through it.  

Seeing him in front of you made you weep which turned to sobs when Seb's arms wrapped around you and pulled you close.  His soft voice whispered sweet everything's in your ear as he stroked your hair and listened to your personal experiences of hell.  

You wipe your face and let him lead you to the bedroom "I have a warm bath all ready for you babygirl." He gently ties up your hair in a clip and undresses you, wrapping you in a towel and picking you up. Your arms fit around his shoulders and you find yourself all but melting into him as he carries you into the bathroom and sits you on the side of the tub. "You relax and listen to some music...I'll order in?"

You nod and smile "Thank you… not gonna cook?"

He draws in a breath "the less said about my cooking the better." Chuckling and kissing your head.

"Aaah yes… we shall never speak of the pizza incident." You laugh and slip off the towel before laying down in the tub.

Seb nods "exactly… I don't think the fire department have quite forgiven me yet either."

You giggle and lay back under the bubbles closing your eyes for a second.  The second turns into minutes and soon Seb is lightly knocking on the door to let you know the take out was there.  You climb out and head back through to find your favourite pyjamas and fluffy blanket on the bed.

"Seb, baby….it's 22Degrees outside!" You call.

"I know… but I've turned the Aircon aaaaalll the way to freezer mode." He pokes his head in and grins.

In truth since the weather had warmed up you missed the fireside snuggles, the hot cocoa and the fuzzy blankets. Talking until four in the morning about absolutely nothing in particular and answering the weirdest of questions that would mean nothing to anyone but you both. 

The take out was great, the wine was even better but you were more relaxed by Sebastian's arms around you than anything else.  The blanket was pulled around you both and with the Aircon temperature in the single digits it was like mid-winter all over again.  

Few words were spoken as his hands made their way over you and stripped you both of your clothes leaving you skin-on-skin under the blanket while his lips kissed away all the worries from your skin; starting from your jaw and and working his way down over you.  Seb made sure his hands massaged away your stresses as they work from your shoulders down your back until they rest on your behind, his kissing trailing down lower and lower, jaw nudging your legs apart. 

His tongue worked slowly to do it's own massaging over and between your folds, licking at you making you mewl and sink down the bed. His hands steady your hips so he could hold you to his mouth; lips sucking and kissing over you until your legs were trembling and his name was falling from your mouth in a mantra. 

You whine when he pulls away, hands balling into fists in your hair in frustration only to call out when he pushes deep into you; his erect and swollen dick slowly stretching you open to accommodate him with ease, the feeling of his fullness giving you an immediate sense of comfort you hadn't realised you were missing and needing.

Sebastian slips his arms under you and rolls his hips, fitting his body against yours and peppering you with kisses between soft whispers of his love.  Your hips rock and lift to his, pushing him deeper and both of you towards your climax. He nips along your collarbones with barely enough pressure for you to feel, his hot breath quickly pants against your slightly reddened skin and one of his hands grips your thigh to guide your movements to his.

Your breathing quickens, hips moving faster, arms around his broad shoulders holding his chest against yours.  His quiet moans mingle with your own and when he looks up into your eyes it's impossible to close them or look away. His hand glides up your body from your thigh to the side of your face, thumb lightly brushing across your lips.  

"Seb…" you gasp suddenly eyes flickering shut and head falling back leaving your jaw slack, silently calling out with your orgasm; arching up against him.

He groans and drops his head forward onto your shoulder, eyes squeezing shut and jaw clenching. He pushes deep into you and stills with his release, feeling you pulse and tighten around him.

Both of your bodies relax after only a few moments leaving you panting against each other's lips and whispering your love for one another. Seb keeps his hand on the side of your face, long fingers wrapping around to the back of your head. His kisses are prolonged but soft and tender, his normally hard body has never felt softer and more comfortable to you. The kisses trail off and your breathing returns to normal; he moves you both to your sides and makes sure the blanket is still cacooned around you as he holds you against him.  His arms don't let you go and you fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat under your head. 

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[thecrowswillfindme]

Thanks @imgoingtofreakoutnow

Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. No skipping!

( I have two music apps so I'm gonna do five from each)

1. Maids when you're young by Lucy ward

2. Maine by Noah Kahan

3. blood_water by Grandson

4. Jolly well drunk by Mawkin

5. Bittersweet by Ellaharp

6. In the middle by Dodie

7. Heavydirtysoul by Twenty one pilots

8. Let it die by Three days grace

9. Trees by twenty one pilots

10. Angel of small death and the codeine scene by Hozier

That's actually pretty alright

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Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. No skipping!

Sorry for the late reply but here I finally am!

1. Kiss the girl - Chase Holfender (Cover)

2. All you wanna do - Six the musical

3. First Kiss - A rocket to the moon

4. Wolf in sheep's clothing - Set it off

5. Alexander Hamilton - Hamilton

6. My Petersburg - Anastasia OBC

7. Cheap Thrills - Pitch Perfect 3

8. The Schuyler sisters - Hamilton

9. In the heights - In the heights

10. Euphoria - Jungkook

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[raewritesfiction]

Camera Shy [Chris Evans]

A/N: spurred from an anon ask. Let's see where this goes.

Plot: You've accidentally sent your good friend Chris (Evans) a nude… you weren't expecting the response you got.

Pairing: Reader X Chris Evans.

Warnings: Smut. Strong Language. 

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You practically bit your fist as you realised that you'd sent the wrong picture.  A light hearted jokey conversation entirely made from memes but instead you had caught and double-tapped the wrong fucking picture; you'd sent Chris a recent nude you'd taken when you were feeling yourself. You'd tried to delete it before he had opened it but the fucker had automatically opened it; or had his phone open on the conversation. 

You stopped yourself from throwing your phone across the room and instead decided to bite your pillow and scream in frustration. How the fuck were you going to play it off? 

Why was your phone buzzing like it was ringing? Tentatively looking over you yelp because Chris was now facetiming you. You just sit and watch your phone as it stops ringing only for it to immediately start again. After the fifth time around you realise this persistent shit wasn't going to stop or let this go; he wasn't going to let you crawl into a hole until he had forgotten it had ever happened and you could look him in his gorgeous eyes again.

You grumble and sit your phone face up on your knee as you answer it, no way was he gonna see you right now; a fire engine red mess in a hoodie that wasn't nearly big enough to cover your face Kenny McCormick-style. 

"Nah nah, none of that ceiling bullshit...lemme see your face!" 

"Fuck no, Christopher!" You chide him only to watch him crack up on screen and pull a face as he said sorry to someone. "Where are you?" 

"Show me ya face and I'll tell you." He licks his lips and smiles. 

You grumble but you never could say no to his smile; you pick up the phone and point the camera at your face. "Well…?"

"I am driving.." he explains.

"That still doesn't tell me where you are, Chris." Your voice flat as he chuckles at your faux-anger facial expressions.

"I'm in my car." He states and shrugs.

"No Shit!" You face-palm and sigh.

"Well, telling you would be no fun!" He smiles and winks to the camera. 

You frown and fail miserably at figuring out his game and what the hell he was up to; nothing from your view of him gave away anything of where he was - other than in his car.  There wasn't much waiting involved to find out though when he honked his horn outside your house. 

"Oh god no!" You squeak. "I'm not letting you in Evans!" You fold your arms defiantly.

"Ah, that's fine...I thought about matching your picture with one of me… but uh, I'd prefer to show you in person. So much more fun."

Your mouth opens to speak but your brain stops and fails to help you form any words; you end up mimicking a fish as you try to speak.

"Besides...I still have the emergency key to your place and I remember very well that your dead bolt isn't fixed yet." He giggles and hangs up just before you scream into the pillow again; Maybe if you piled enough furniture in front of your door?  While part of your brain is frantically trying to find a way to hide you away the other realises fully what he'd just said and you rush to change into something a little more figure hugging. You silently thank everything that could be listening that you'd showered and shaved earlier while dragging a brush through your hair and grabbing lip balm. 

Standing in your bathroom you turn to leave before stepping back in and repeating this funny little dance step half a dozen more times.  You jump and stop a yelp when Chris knocks on your bathroom door. 

"Ma'am...Imma have to ask you to come out please." He can't hide the chuckle from his voice and he definitely can't hide it when you open the door and fold your arms. 

"You a cop now?" Raising your eyebrow.

"Well...no… I guess a handyman?" He holds up a deadbolt. 

You open your mouth to speak but think better of it and head out into the living space. 

"You're overthinking this far too much." Chris smiles and follows you.

"Can we forget this happened? Please?!" You stop yourself pouting.

"Nah… besides, if you wanted to forget this happened… why did you change, do your hair and throw on some simple makeup?"

"Sonovabitch!" You whisper angrily.

"....and is that perfume I smell?" He teases lightly.

You grumble and nod "the one you got me last year for my birthday."

He smiles and offers his hand "C'mere….c'mon…" he motions for you to take his head, gripping yours lightly when you do and pulling up against himself. Chris wraps your arms around his waist and then wraps his arms around you. "First of all; it's fine… Second; dayum! Thirdly; I meant what I said in the car...unless you just wanna hang and forget all about this…"

You relax and sigh "if I wanted to just hang then I wouldn't have dolled myself up…I wanna see you naked and then I want you to bend me over the sofa and fuck me senseless…"

Chris blinks and nods "to the point...I like it… besides there's more of you I wanna see that the nude didn't show me."

You giggle "...I have some of those too…" 

"Oh, I shall need those too… Mmhmm.." he nods and kisses your head.

"So how we doing this…? We gonna play strip poker or are you just gonna strip for me?" Secretly you hoped for the latter and inwardly grinned when he suggested it.

"I have a playlist...I can go all Magic Mike for you if you like? Can't promise it won't be a bit janky…"

You laugh and nod "Deal...I wanna see you dance and strip!" Pulling away to clear a space for him. 

Chris proceeds to awkwardly dance; gyrating his hips and making sure to shake his ass for you as he loses the layers of clothing.  Both of you laugh as he kicks off his bottoms and poses for you.

"Well then…. That was quite the show." You smile and let your eyes wander "I'll still need a picture though… for… reasons...it's only fair."

"I agree...I can sort that for you." Chris walks towards you and kneels down, his hands on your knees.

"Now what's your plan…?" You smile and lick your lips, hoping you looked seductive. 

"Well…" he starts, hands gliding up your thighs to your hips and then the waistband of your bottoms. "I'm going to pull these down and off…" to iterate what he's saying, Chris pulls them down your legs "they look great on you but… they look better on the floor." Throwing them to the carpet. "Oh…no underwear?"

"Nope...no panty line if I don't wear them." You wink. 

"Very true." He nods and parts your legs, his eyes never leaving yours; they made you hot & flustered and embarrassed all at the same time.  His eyes still didn't leave your face even as he pulled you to the edge of the sofa and leant forwards running his tongue over you.   

Your hands danced in mid-air before resting on the edge of the sofa cushion you were slipping off of.  Chris hums against you and proceeds to suck over your folds; his tongue running along them and tasting you fully.  You feel yourself slipping off the cushion further but instead of holding you in place Chris goes with it and eases you to sit on his face.  

This wasn't your first rodeo but for some reason it surprised you when Chris held you to him and laid back on the floor until you were straddling his face.  He moaned quietly and looked up to watch you rocking your hips on him; his tongue probing into you then heading back to your clit. You gasp and pant lightly, moving your hips on his face and leaning back to wrap a hand around his semi-hard cock.  Chris glides his hands up your back to support you and moans louder against your core as your hand makes contact with him and moves slowly.

His hips move to your hand as he pulls away from you to pant and moan; your free hand reaches down and threads into his hair gripping and moving his face back to your pussy.  Chris growls against you and sucks your clit in pulses, rocking and thrust his hips up to your hand the best he could from the angle he was at. 

You pant and moan his name; the way his lips suck and pulse over your clit quickly pulls you over the edge without warning and you're soon rapidly calling his name as you cum over his face. He growls against and laps over you slowly, lifting you to sit on the sofa again while he grabs the condom he had hidden away in his jacket.

Chris watches you and steps back over rolling the condom down over himself as your eyes open to watch his hands. 

"You still want me to bend you over the sofa?" He smirks and leans down, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on him. 

"You can...do whatever you want to me.." you look up at him.

He pulls at the strap top you were still wearing and throws it to join the pile of the clothes on the floor; the bra you were wearing barely held you in and Chris smirks to himself knowing how easy it was going to be to make you literally burst out of it.

"Whatever I want?" He grins and you nod, swallowing thickly as he rests his knees on the edge of the sofa between your legs and pulling you up onto his lap, guiding his cock into you slowly until you're wrapping your legs around his hips to pull yourself onto him.

You whine and drop your head to the top of the sofa back as he immediately starts thrusting his hips into you; pushing his cock deeper than you thought you'd ever be able to take and stimulating parts of you that you didn't realise did anything.  Once you both fall into the steady rhythm groaning each others names, Chris moves your legs from their position locked just above his ass to sit up over his shoulders, his hands grip the sofa cushion either side of your head and he speeds up. His hips barely pull out of you before they're grinding deep into you again; your hands reach beside your head and intertwine with his, gripping on every thrust and jerk of his hips.  

Chris's pants become rough and turn to grunts; dropping his head he kisses your ankle and scrapes his teeth "I'm...I'm so fucking close.."  You nod quickly and whine "Same...Chris, please! Don't Stop!" You moan and rock your hips the best you could, watching his eyes close tight as his thrusts lose their rhythm and become desperate.  You want to watch his face; his blue eyes, his flushed lips and his perfectly angled slack jaw but it was all too much and you found your own eyes closing tightly as his cock relentlessly pounded into you; hitting every angle & driving you crazy until you scream out his name and tighten around his cock.  Chris calls out only a moment later and stills deep inside you, pulsing as he cums - the rhythm of your pussy tightening matching his cock. 

Slowly you both relax down onto the sofa in some semblance of a comfortable position; still intertwined with each other and kissing whatever bare skin was reachable from your positions. Chris strokes your hair back and helps you out of your now twisted and uncomfortable bra as you curl into his arms that fold around you protectively.

"Does this mean I get nudes on purpose now?" Chris smiles and speaks softly.

"...I guess so…" you nod and peck his lips "...and you still need to fix my dead-bolt…." 

---fin--- 

[raewritesfiction]

The End of The Line [Chris Evans]

A/N: inspiration flourished from a single picture… enjoy.

Plot: You meet Chris on the last train of the early morning and you have the entire carriage to yourselves. AU where he's not a famous actor.

Pairing: Chris (Evans) X Reader.

Warnings: Usual smut; public sexy times, strong language.

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You hadn't planned on staying out as late as you had done and swore to yourself as you'd had to practically run to make the last train, then swore even more when you realised how long this was going to take you to get home.  

The platform had been empty when you arrived and stayed empty as the last train of the early morning hours pulled in; you had watched it go by and slow down, noting that all the carriages were empty until the carriage that stopped in front of you which held a single person. 

He was sat at the end of the carriage - his mind clearly on other things - as you step in and sit on the opposite side a little further down.  In your slightly tipsy state, you find yourself glancing over and studying his features; strong jaw, scruff, messy hair. The pull over he was wearing was too tight in all the right places and outlined his biceps; he clearly worked out, his hands were playing with the knotted cable of his earbuds and his face showed frustration at his failure to undo the knot only his pocket knew how to do.

Eventually he gave up and threw them into the bag that sat beside him with an almost silent "Aah!" before leaning back in his seat and folding his arms making the pull over tighten more.  You couldn't help but giggle at the noise he made and the frown on his face; the latter was probably nothing to do with the earbuds but you liked the idea he was simply frustrated at something so simple. 

You hadn't noticed how audible your giggle had been until he looked your way and crooked an eyebrow. "Something funny?" 

"Oh...oh, sorry. Just the way you were fiddling with the...never mind… sorry." Your cheeks flush as he smirks at your response and bats a hand at them; "Fuckin' things…" 

You smile and nod in agreement; you had switched to cordless but had already lost one somewhere in the mess of your small apartment. You refused to find your earbuds because you knew full well that they'd be a tangle too.

"Busy day?" You ask, inwardly chiding yourself at even attempting small talk with someone you didn't know.

"Yeah...yeah you could say that…" he sighs and nods, rubbing his face. "If you don't mind my asking, it's kinda…. late for a lady to be out on the last train..? You okay?"

You smile and nod, choosing to move a little closer and sit directly opposite him. "Yeah… wasn't planning to stay out so late but, when friends call...and all that…" you shrug and remember the last few hours of one sided conversation, listening to your friend complain about her on-again off-again relationship and how he had cheated 'again' but she 'loves him so much' and how everything she said after the first hour had faded into noise; you hoped you had nodded in the right places.

The man chuckles and nods "still… thought the bars closed a couple of hours ago?"

Nodding again "Yeah….yeah they did. Let's say I didn't dress for sitting in the park until this time of the morning." You chuckle as you watch him look over your low-cut dress and leather jacket combo teamed up with your best knee-highs. 

"You wear it well though…" he smiles.

On any other given day you'd be ignoring him completely; some weirdo on the last train looking down your cleavage and eyeing up your legs.  But right now you felt different and went with it; it helped be wasn't exactly hard on the eyes but you did remind yourself that Ted Bundy was handsome and used his looks to his advantage. 

"Thank you… though you look warmer…" you admit.

He smiles and nods "I can't complain… how about you sit beside me and I can warm you up a little?" Uncrossing his arms and placing his hands on his thighs. You raise an eyebrow and smirk at his comment before be realises what he said. "...and that just sounded creepy! Hi...my name is Chris and I like to insert my foot not just in my mouth but, all the way into my stomach…" he offers his hand.  

You laugh at his introduction and take his hand while introducing yourself "Hi creepy Chris…I'm [y/n] and I'm that friend everyone calls on." 

Chris smiles and laughs at your nickname for him "yeah, I deserve that…" nodding.  He asks how your evening has gone and why exactly you were out so late; you find yourself opening up to him about a great many things and at some point you do move and sit beside him - both of you twisting on the seat to half face the other.  You try and ask Chris about him and his day but he always defers it back to you, the conversation halts abruptly as the train comes to a stop in a tunnel and there's a message over the speaker.

"We're sorry for the inconvenience but we will be delayed on this journey as there has been a signal failure that needs to be repaired before we can move on. We will keep you updated." 

Both of you groan and swear at the speaker as if it can answer you in some way and then check the stops still to be attended. 

"Where you headed?" You ask Chris.

"End of the line." He sighs "And this is the only route."

You nod "me too… guess I'll be missing my last bus." Sighing.

The lights flicker and dim but don't fully go off as the train goes into idle in the dark tunnel. You start swapping creepy ad-libbed ghost stories until you're laughing and leaning on each other; your head against Chris's shoulder and his arm around you - he really was warm and had warmed you up considerably.

You both catch your breath as your giggles end and look at each other.  You aren't sure what takes over you at that moment because though your tipsy, your senses haven't left you; you peck his lips with yours and then sit up a moment later. 

"I am, so sorry! Oh my god…!" You cover your mouth and blush crimson.

"No, no...it's totally okay. It's fine." He answers.

"I don't go around kissing random guys I've only just met...oh god!"

"Hey, even if you did I wouldn't judge...but does that make me a special case…?" He smiles and you can tell he's trying to make you laugh as he continues "besides, I'm not just some 'random guy'...I'm Creepy Chris!" 

You look at him and laugh, nodding. "There is that of course… I'm still… I mean...I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable…"

"No, no! Not uncomfortable at all…" He stops and thinks, "well… in places of me, sure, but it's all good."

You catch on quickly and much the way his eyes had wandered over you multiple times in the last however long you'd been in each other's company, your eyes did the same to him and noticed how tight his jeans had gotten. "Oh….oh!" You can feel your face flush again; the sensation this time flowing through you when you don't immediately look away.

"It's fine...now I'm the one that's sorry for making you uncomfortable, I really am Creepy Chris!" He laughs and shuffles a little as you protest his apology and once again twist yourself to face him on the seat before finally moving towards Chris and pressing your lips to his again; it only takes a beat for him to kiss you back and tentatively glide his hands around your waist, another beat and you both deepen the kiss; your tongues twisting together as you shuffle and move a little to straddle his thigh, your knee brushing against his tightening jeans.   

You don't know how long it is that you're kissing, but his pullover comes off and his jeans are undone while your jacket is on his bag and your dress is hitched up to your hips; straps sliding down off your shoulders making it fall, revealing your breasts to Chris.  His hands are still warm and glide over whatever skin he can access; massaging your breasts and teasing your taught nipples with his finger and thumb. The scruff on his face scratches and tickles over your neck when he sucks and nips along the skin leaving light marks that will probably darken by later today.

"Thank you for your understanding; we will be resuming our journey shortly."

Neither of you care because there's plenty of time before you hit the next stop and even then you both doubt anyone will be getting on.

Chris reaches into his back and fusses around until he finds what he's looking for in an inner pocket; he pulls out a condom and lifts his hips so he can push his jeans down enough to free himself. You take the condom packet and wrap a hand around his considerable size as soon as he's free from the denim; jerking him slowly and twisting your hand on each pass making him moan - quietly at first but louder as he hardens.  The packet tears easily with your teeth and you blow out the foil caught on them, your lips carefully remove the latex from the foil as Chris watches you; "Fuckin' shit that's hot!" 

You wink and slowly roll it down his length using both your hands, just so you can tease him that little bit more.  Briefly you lean up so you can remove your panties, throwing them to your jacket before moving back and straddling both his thighs. Chris sinks down a little to give you more space to work with and glides his hands up your thighs to your hips and then ass, squeezing your cheeks.  As Chris is teasing over your skin his eyes are looking over you and landing on your breasts, you reach down and tease the head of his cock on your pussy until he's almost whining. 

The train starts moving and Chris holds you steady when you lower yourself down along his length with a quiet gasp. You settle on his lap and lean down to kiss him hungrily; rocking your hips and gripping the back of the seating with one hand, the other flat against the now steamed up train window.  Chris keeps his hands rested under your ass, fingers digging in on every movement. He lifts his hips to yours and moans against your lips; quickly settling into a rhythm that suited you both. 

Changing your movements to bouncing on his cock; dropping yourself down fully on to him each time, you both moan and pant against the other.  Chris lifts his hips up to you as you drop, pushing himself deep into you.

"Lean up….lemme watch you…" he kisses you and nips your lip. 

Unsure of yourself but taking advantage of how amazing Chris felt and was making you feel, you lean yourself up and grip a side rail to steady yourself, still dropping yourself into his cock.  He moves a hand and circles your clit with his thumb, lifting his hips to yours and speeding up; his eyes moving between your face and breasts. 

"You look amazing…" he groans and circles your clit quickly.

You pant and whine, grinding your hips down as you take him fully inside you "Fuck I'm close!" matching his faster thrusts and moaning loudly.

The train pulls into and out of two stations in quick succession; Chris grinds his hips up and uses his free hand to pull you down onto him; you tilt your hips as he pulls you down and gasp loudly "Oh god!" Both of your movements become desperate and needy, your moans turn to grunts. Chris rolls your clit between his finger and thumb finally pushing you over the edge and making you call out.  Your pussy tightens around his cock and he calls out bouncing you a couple more times before grunting roughly and pulsing inside you as he cums.   

Both of you still and relax against each other; as you lean against Chris he helps pull up your dress straps. He kisses you sweetly and hums, shivering with a gasp when you stand from his lap.  You hold the vertical hand-rail and slip your dress back down as Chris finds a trash point and disposes of the condom. While he's re-dressing himself you smirk and hide your panties in his bag, doing it up before he can realise. Your jacket sticks to your skin as you try to slip it back on and you find yourself not looking as smooth as you'd like while Chris walks back towards you.

The train pulls into another station and you both look at each other as a handful of people choose to get into your carriage. 

"So...that last bus you've missed…" Chris smiles. "...how about you just stay over at mine instead?" 

---fin---

[raewritesfiction]

Place Your Bet [Valter Skarsgard]

A/N: Valter doesn't get that much thirst these days and I'm woozy on wine ;-) time for some writing!!

Plot: Valter has lost a bet to you and now it's time for his "punishment".

Pairing: Valter Skarsgard X Reader

Warnings: smutty times ahead. 

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You take your place under Valter's desk as he sets up to stream. You hear him sigh and rub his face before taking his seat in front of you.

The bet had been simple and he had lost fair and square; his punishment was simple - stream as normal while you gave him head and he couldn't let on. No turning off sound or cutting the camera; he had to ride it out completely. To make it more fun you hadn't given him a time frame for when you'd be doing it. 

You sit under the desk as his stream gets under way and he talks to his friends and those tuning in. You had no clue what it was he was streaming and couldn't hear his game so you were only going by half of a conversation. 

After about an hour of listening and hiding your giggles at his responses to whatever was on screen you begin your teasing.  Riding your hands up his inner thighs made him visibly jump and you wonder if he had forgotten you were there. Perfect. You could feel his thigh muscles tense under your touch all the while he's shuffling in his seat a little more.  Palming him through his sweat pants gains you a hip roll and a small clearing of his throat. It doesn't take you long to see the growing bulge under the material and you make a mental note to ask him later if he likes the possibility of getting caught or found out. 

Valter shuffles again and reaches down to try and loosen the pressure around his crotch; playfully you slap his hand away and wag your finger at him from under the desk. Biting your lip to stifle a laugh you take pity on him and undo his pants so you can ease them down over his hips.  He moves in his chair meaning you can move them fully and pull them down to his ankles; he wasn't wearing any underwear and you silently thank him for making this just a little easier for you, whether intentional or not. 

You shuffle when he pulls his chair in further to hide anything below the waist a little better. Luckily the space under the desk was plenty enough for you to move around under and get a better position while snaking a hand around his dick and jerking him almost painfully slow.  You always did like being a tease and he'd never complained before; he surely wasn't gonna start right now. You hear him trying to control his breathing and concentrate on his game; whatever he was playing he was losing or dying a lot. You could only tell by the swearing and occasional grunts of frustration, though you were almost positive the latter was nothing to do with the game.  

When you were sure you couldn't physically tease him any further, without being seen at least, you lean your head forward and flick your tongue over him then follow from base to tip looking up at him from your spot at his feet and winking.  Valter mutters under his breath, something that nobody could quite make out or without context make sense of anyway; a simple nickname only he called you and only in the bedroom. A sort of warning but only jokingly; he was enjoying this.

Time to up your game.  You take him whole and push him all the way to the back of your throat, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard while pulling away and repeating it over again. You start out slow until his cock is glistening with a mix of your saliva and his pre-cum. Your hands rest on his thighs to hold him as steady as you could from that angle, when he moved just a little too much you dug in your nails and scratched to leave red marks. 

To his credit, Valter was doing incredibly well at hiding his reactions as being game or stream-related but the real test was, by all accounts, not too far off.  

Your teeth lightly scrape along his cock to the head where your tongue concentrates all its efforts, your hand cups and massages his balls while your free hand moves to grip his hip. Sucking and licking over the head of his cock works quickly and it takes little time for him to be straining to hide a moan.  You feel his muscles tighten just a split second before his release into your waiting mouth.

Another clear of his throat and you think someone has mentioned he looks flustered.

"It's hot in this room, man! Need to get a couple of fans!" He fakes wiping his brow and uses it as an excuse to shuffle a little as you clean him up with your tongue and lips. 

You wonder if you should leave his sweat pants down for the rest of the stream but reason that if he needed to stand there could be an issue… you're not that mean, afterall. 

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[raewritesfiction]

I Miss You [Jared Leto one-shot]

A/N: just a quickie

Plot: Jared has been away. You surprise him with your presence.

Pairing: Jared Leto X Reader

Warnings:  smuttyness. language.

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The door had barely been closed before Jared had lifted you up against him and pushed you against the wall.

"Missed me?" You wink.

"Oh baby girl, you have no idea…" Jared's mouth crushes yours in a long and deep kiss that he seemed to have been saving for now.  His hands hold you close, dipping under your tee and splaying on your already hot skin. 

"We're wearing too much." You pant for breath when the kiss is finally broken.  Jared nods in agreement and moves you over to the bed, bouncing you down and crawling over you, his lips starting at your neck while his hands help you remove your clothes to reveal more skin; it takes little time until you're both naked on the bed and he's reaching down between your legs.

"Been thinking of me?" Jared smirks.

"Always…" you nip at his lip.

"Good girl." He kisses you hungrily as his fingers circle over your clit and dip inside you; never more than just enough to tease and make you whine for more.  You arch and rock your hips; desperate for more contact, desperate for Jared to fill you and stretch you but instead he teases you to the brink of tears, to the point where you're begging him to fuck you. You'll do anything for him...if he'll fuck you.

Jared's fingers slow and withdraw from inside you, bringing them to his lips he tastes you; his tongue wraps around his fingers and he hums quietly. "So fuckin' sweet."

You whimper and reach for a condom from your bag, making light work of opening it and rolling it down over Jared's length "stop teasing me Jay.." 

He growls and glides his hands over your figure, stopping to massage your breasts and tease your nipples. You hiss and arch to his hands, your arms above your head gripping the pillow under your head.  "Please…" your voice barely audible but just enough for Jared to hear you. Leaning down he bites just above your breast, hard enough to bruise but not break skin - you'd be feeling it for a couple of days at least.  You moan his name and lift your hips brushing along the length of his cock and drawing out a groan from deep in his chest.  

Finally, Jared's hand slips under your lower back and he dips his hips, sliding deep into your wet pussy; he looks up from where he had rested his forehead against you and watches your face as he snaps his hips.  You gasp and rock your hips to his as he immediately sets a deep rough pace, his hands gripping your ass and pulling you on to each of his thrusts.

You're moaning his name within seconds; feeling his large cock stretch you out and fill you up on every thrust, jerk and roll of his hips. You grip the pillow under your head and arch your chest towards him; moving his hands he kneads and massages you roughly, his fingers leaving bruises on your flesh.  Without skipping a beat Jared leans down and sucks your nipples into solid nubs then teases using his fingers; pinching and rolling them between thumb and forefinger, making you squeal.

"Harder!" You move your hands to grip the bed frame.  Jared knew you could take more but loved to hear you demand from him.  He grinds his hips deep into your pussy; the head of his cock hitting your cervix on every rough thrust, your walls already tightening along his length. 

Jared rocks his hips into you; panting heavily and leaving bruises wherever he grips your body.  He watches you stretch under him, watches your face twist in pleasure, your hands grip the bed. He catches every small detail as he feels your pussy start to contract in waves before you get the full feeling.  

He groans and stays deep, barely pulling out before he's thrusting and rocking deep into you.  You gasp and tremble, your once closed eyes open in ecstasy as you climax. Jared calls out and snaps his hips a few more times then stills deep inside you, falling to his forearms and panting for breath.

You wrap yourself around Jared and stroke his back lightly as you both relax and come down.

"I missed you…" Jared whispers against your neck.

"Missed you too." 

[raewritesfiction]

Watchers [Tom Hiddleston]

A/N: got an idea after seeing a gif and Hiddles is the perfect fit for it.... That and I was watching Crimson Peak at the time...

Plot: Reader and Tom Hiddleston are getting it on; you like to watch at the same time. Tom has mirrors.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston X Reader.

Warnings: smut. language. The usual.

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Tom had wasted little time in undressing you both and laying you back over the bed; your head and shoulders hanging over the edge as he parted your legs and used his devilishly talented tongue to dance over your clit in a figure eight.  You switch between gripping his hair and pulling at the covers then settle to ball the covers in your fists. Opening your eyes you watch your naked figure on the bed writhing, barely lit by a couple of muted lamps but you make out the shape of your breasts topped by your hard nipples.  Your legs create an odd shadow as Tom's hands glide over them before resting on your thighs while he moans, sucking and lapping over your wet pussy with fervour. His growls and hums reverberate through your labia and clit sending a deep twist into your lower stomach. You moan and continue to watch in the well placed mirror; your chest rises and falls quickly as you pant, your back arches and pushes your breasts further into the air and just as you're about to feel that overwhelming ecstasy… Tom stops and crawls up over you.

"No! Oh god...please I'm so close…" you protest and lick your lips, watching him crawl up the bed kissing over your skin as he goes.

"Oh I know… I want to be inside you when you cum." He scrapes his teeth across your nipple and then soothes the pleasurable sting with his tongue before moving to the other and repeating his actions. 

"Please...please…!" You tremble and lift your hips to try and gain some friction against him, whining when you fail.

Tom sucks up your neck and hums, nipping across your skin leaving light red marks that threaten to stick around for more than a couple of days. His teeth follow your jaw from ear to ear and then he chuckles low, pausing when he catches you watching in the mirror.

"You like to watch us? Yourself?" He questions and maintains his eye contact in the mirror with you.  

"...Yes…" you nod and swallow thickly. 

"Well then…" Tom slips his hands under your shoulders and helps you to sit up, supporting your head so you didn't hurt yourself. "...that's something I can definitely indulge in."

You look into his eyes and gasp "...really?" You finally speak.  You'd been indulging yourself into the reflection of your bodies for months; you'd had no idea how much it would turn you on to not only feel everything Tom was doing to you - where his hands were, how his fingers dug into your skin, how his back dipped with each roll and thrust of his hips - but to see it too; to see how your bodies moved together, how your legs locked around his hips, how you arched to his touch, how his head dropped back just those few seconds before he called out in pleasure.

"Oh yes." Tom moves quickly and stands you both, spinning you to face the mirror nearest the bed then turning your head to the left to see another full length mirror attached to a closet. "How's this kitten?" Kissing over your shoulder and pulling your hips back to him so he could continue teasing you with his length; his cock running over you between your closed thighs and making you both moan. Your grip tightens along the edge of the framed standing mirror, your eyes trail his body in the mirror to your left and watch his muscles tighten as he moves. 

"Please...I need you inside me." You pant and rock your hips.

"Only on the condition then when I allow you to cum, you scream for me.." he sniffs up your neck and moans.

"Yes!"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Sir!" You repeat yourself clearly and nod. 

"Good girl." He uses his foot to spread your legs apart and reaches down to rub over you "practically dripping for me."

You pant quietly and concentrate on watching the image in the mirror to your left; watching his hand between your legs from behind, watching him tease you slowly, watching how his hard cock rests and moves against your ass cheeks before he guides it to push inside you and stretch your pussy.  

His groan is low and rough through gritted teeth; Tom liked to savour these moments when you were adjusting to his size, when your walls almost fluttered around his cock.  His movements were slow at first making you whine in anticipation for more. Steadily his hips set a deep and hard rhythm into you; his breath was hot against your neck as he panted and groaned your name.

The grip you have on the mirror is so much that your knuckles turn white.  You push your hips back to Tom wanting to feel him deeper and you did your best to position yourself so you could see everything but no matter how you placed your leg or arched your neck, you couldn't see.

"Problem baby?" Tom grunts and snaps his hips.

"I...I can't see…" you moan and face the mirror you grip, barely able to see more than your shadows at this distance. 

Tom moans loudly and reaches down, lifting you and spreading your legs as he steps back to sit on the bed.  Your high pitch whine tells him this was the right move and he keeps your legs spread as he snaps and thrusts his hips up into you.  This was the first time you had been able to see this view; to watch his cock pound in to your glistening cunt, to see your swollen and reddened clit practically aching to be touched - circled and pinched until you're squealing.  Your breasts bounced on each thrust, your nipples taught and straining in the cool night air, wanting to be rolled, pinched, nipped and scratched. Tom's hands were busy holding you open so you could both get this view so you took it upon yourself to add to your views by teasing yourself. 

Your moans had become louder as you had taken in each detail; your fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples until they were bruised and swollen not just taught.  Tom's growls and moans of pleasure had become frantic as he watched you please yourself. "Remember that promise kitten…"

You nod and pant heavily.  Tom starts bouncing you on his cock quickly; his entire length disappearing inside you on each landing before he pulls out almost all the way again. "Nice and loud…"

"Yes, Sir!" You can barely make a sentence at this point.

"You close?" He pants and nips your neck.

"Yes… yes, sir!"

"You want to cum for me? You want to cum around my cock?"

"Yes! Oh god yes, sir!"

"I think you're going to make a mess...am I right kitten? Are you going to make a mess on me?"

"Yes!! Fuck...fuck please! Please, Sir! I want to cum!!"

He chuckles low in your ear, it turns into a growl and he rests his lips against the shell of your ear. "Then cum for me…" he whispers and uses his grip on your inner thighs to pull you onto his thrusts.

It's a command and you readily obey; you scream out in pleasure pushing out Tom's solid cock when you squirt around him.  He reaches down and pushes back into you with ease, bouncing you on him a few more times before dropping his head back and calling out with his own release.  As he stills his movements you lean yourself back against his torso, trembling and moaning quietly you move your hips faintly, not wanting the sensations to stop yet.  

Tom reaches between your legs and circles your clit with the lightest of touches, enjoying the whimpers and whines that it draws out of you.  You turn your head to kiss him only for Tom to use his free hand to turn your head back to the mirror. "Nu uh… not yet… not 'til you've seen everything…" 

You pant and call out again, watching how your pussy contracts around his cock and how your overly sensitive clit tries to pull back against you and away from Tom's touch.

You drop your head back and go limp against Tom's form, both of you panting and relaxing in the afterglow of your climax.  Slowly, Tom rolls you both to your sides, still inside you, curling himself around you. 

"I like to watch, too." He whispers and kisses your shoulder. 

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[raewritesfiction]

Best Man [Alex Skarsgård]

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long. Writer's block is a shit… but here we are xD

Plot: Alex Sk is best man and you are maid of honour… there's only half and hour before you're due to walk with your respective parties down the aisle…

Pairing: Alex Sk X Reader.

Warnings: smutty smutness.

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Poking your head out of the adjoined room you're in you spot the tall handsome blond Swede beckoning you to him.

The drinks the night before had led you and Alex to flirt no-holds-barred but with that much drink came a few issues and you'd both ended up passing out before doing anything.  You'd made a promise before you'd had to head off for hair and make-up that you would make it up to him and left your number. Now here you were creeping down a small corridor to an equally small empty room after excusing yourself for a 'breath of fresh air'.  Admittedly the spacious bridal dressing area was getting stuffy; but you wanted to be stuffy with someone else.

Alex checks you weren't both seen before closing the door, leaving you in a dim light; just enough to see exactly what you were doing.

"Don't you dare get this dress dirty, mister." You hold up your finger threateningly and then break into giggles when he kisses you and quickly lifts it up over your waist.

"I'll just have to hold it out the way…" Alex smirks.

"You'd better." Nipping his lip and thanking all the Gods that your dress was naturally wrinkled anyway. 

He pushes down your panties as far as he could reach and raises an eyebrow "off…"

You gasp in mock horror at his command but easily slip them down and off only for him to pick them up and shove them in his jacket pocket to look like a handkerchief.  Before you can say anything his lips are on yours again and a hand is between your legs gliding over your folds. 

"Gottabe quiet." He reminds you.

You nod and swallow thickly "clock is ticking" You tease and undo his suit pants, smirking when you find him commando. "Saving time, huh?" Alex nods and lets out an almost silent gasp when he feels your hand wrap around him, jerking firmly until he's hard and then guiding him inside you. 

Lifting your leg around his hip, Alex lifts you off the floor and pushes fully inside you; he gives you little time to adjust before he's rolling his hips into you quickly and keeping to his word he keeps your dress out the way.  You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pant against his lips, moving your hips to his while using the wall as leverage. 

Both of you hear the wedding planner giving a twenty minute warning to both parties down the hall; Alex kisses you passionately and snaps his hips, bouncing you back down onto him. You muffle your whines of pleasure with his mouth and grind down onto his cock. 

"Holy fuck..." You pant and rest your forehead against his "don't stop…"

Alex wraps an arm around your lower back and pulls you onto his thrusts; pushing deep and fast, moving to hide his face in your neck. His grip on your skin his bruising force as he pants against your neck and bites off a moan using his lip.

You cover your mouth with your hand while clinging to Alex with the other, rocking your hips and tightening around his cock with your release; your legs trembling as you feel Alex cum a few seconds later. He grunts quietly against the skin behind your ear and slowly relaxes. 

"8 minutes everyone! 8 minutes until magic time!!"

You can practically hear Alex roll his eyes and you're pretty sure he heard you roll yours.

"I guess we should sneak back…" he whispers.

"Until later, then." You kiss him slowly "maybe not so rushed."

"Until later…" Alex nods "I may give you back your panties then." He thinks "Maybe…"

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[raewritesfiction]

Get Ready to Rumble!!

A/N: this...is a thing I wrote.

Plot: Alex boxing for Denmark, Bill boxing for Sweden. Your ex VS your crush. What could go wrong? 

Pairing: Reader X Alex Høgh. Reader X Bill Skarsgård.

Warnings: angsty.

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You step into the arena and head straight to the bar for your much needed first drink; it's been a while since you've been to the venue but the bar staff still know your drinks order.  Looking around as you sip on your drink, you realise just how reluctant you had been to be in this atmosphere again but also why you loved it so much. The air was electric for the boxing match that was going to happen in just over an hour; you were nervous and excited.

The posters and banners were draped around with Danish and Swedish flags; Alex "Ivar the Boneless" Høgh from Denmark versus Bill "Roman the God" Skarsgård from Sweden. 

The smirk greeting you from the ten foot banner of a Viking made your stomach drop and flip all at the same time - times had been good with him but Alex's competitiveness often got the better of him; in the end it was too much for your relationship and you'd split.  While you'd been picking up some of your things Alex had left you at the gym you'd walked straight into a skinny but surprisingly solid giant. He'd apologised and introduced himself as Bill; you had forgotten, briefly, how to speak before insisting it was all fine and introducing yourself while juggling a couple of boxes and some duffel bags.  Bill had readily helped you carry your things to your car and had then cheekily asked for your number.

Ever the gentleman Bill had never pushed anything with you and was honest about knowing who you were before you had told him; Ivar the Boneless's Viking Queen.  You had snorted and shook your head; you'd dressed up once in support of him and then it had become 'a thing' you did for every one of his boxing matches. Alex had loved it, the crowd had loved it - you had found the wig hot and itchy while the clothing was less than comfortable.

Bill often joked with you that you should wear an IKEA hat to support him and you had added that a Swedish meatball necklace would be the perfect addition.  You had both laughed so much that day that neither of you saw Alex walk in or the scowl he wore on his face for his entire work out and spar session.  

The announcer talks into the microphone and riles up the crowds; he reads out the stats of the two fighters, embellishes on their history and dislike of each other.  Though the more you listened the less embellished it sounded; they'd never been friends but they definitely weren't even civil to each other now. It was more from Alex than anything; his competitiveness kicking in at every chance, he'd even started flirting with you again as if your relationship hadn't happened and you'd only just met.  Bill let it go over his head and simply rolled his eyes at the comments as you shook your head and sighed.

You move your way ringside, showing your pass to get to your front row seat on the opposite side you were used too.  

"In red and silver! Ivar the Boneless!" The crowd cheers loudly and claps as he makes his way down a ramp punching at the air and bouncing.

"In blue and gold! Roman the God!" You cheer and stand, eyes fighting the tall dark haired fighter easily among the crowd as he too, punched the air and bounced his way down his ramp to the ring. 

Both entered the ring and shed their robes, put in mouth guards and listened to some final words from their coaches.  Bill turns his head and spots you, winking and smiling the best he could around his guard. 

Alex moves into position and sees you as he walks but ignores your presence ring side.  Bill matches Alex and stares at him menacingly; Alex has no intention of losing and neither does Bill. 

Twelve rounds. At this stage it was a full twelve rounds instead of eight or four; both were going to be seriously hurt by the end of it because they were going to give the fight all they had - this is what they had been waiting for, training for. This was it.

The bell rings to signify the beginning and end of each round and you bite your lip anxiously as through each round Alex gets in more hits than Bill who is steadily becoming more bruised and cut up.  

The final bell rings and you ignore as Alex is hailed the winner, making your way towards Bill to help him stand.  His six foot and some frame towers over you and he refuses to lean heavily but he still drapes an ungloved hand around your shoulders.  He limps off with you, his free arm wrapped around his heavily bruised ribs. 

"Sorry I didn't win it…" he sighs and sits down on a bench in his dressing room while his manager and trainer go about cleaning him up.

You sit and slowly unwrap his hands, stroking your fingers lightly over swollen knuckles and wrist bones. "Nothing to be sorry for. He plays dirty."

"Yeah… but still…" he shrugs carefully.

"Still a winner to me." You smile softly and look into his eyes, holding an ice pack to his temple. 

"Yeah? Does that mean I can take you for a commiseratory drink?" Bill leans into your hand a little. 

"Of course..." You nod and lean in, placing a light kiss on his cheek. "Maybe I can kiss your cuts and bruises better too…."