#the fucking gif is making my heart feel all tingly and warm

[lulunothulu]

“So you think I’m hot?” Pt. 3

Tyler Owens x Reader

Summary: After nursing you to health, Tyler finally makes a move on you…and you may or may not want to accept it

Contents: some swearing, some blood, and LOTS of fluff

Word count: idk but I think it’s long 😂

Catch up here: Part 1!! Part 2!!

“Y/N!” You hear Kate call from outside. “Are you okay in there?”

You’d fallen asleep after Tyler brought you back to your hotel room. Did Tyler ever leave? If he did, you weren’t going to be able to open the door for Kate. You’re about to panic when you realize there’s something heavy on your stomach.

Not something…someone.

Fuck.

You turn to your left to find a sleeping Tyler cuddled up against you, an arm draped on your stomach the other under your head.

“Y/N, if you can’t get up let us know,” you hear Javi say. “We got an extra key from downstairs.”

FUCK.

“I’m fine!” You yell, startling Tyler but not waking him. “I have crutches but I’m just resting! You guys go on and get data from yesterday’s tornado.”

“Are you sure?” Kate asks.

“Yes!”

“Okay, well text us if you need anything,” you hear her say before their footsteps fade away.

You sigh, turning to Tyler who’s wide awake and smiling at you.

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” you say.

“So I’m a beauty now?” He teases.

“I swear to god Tyler it’s too early for this shit.” You smile.

Tyler only smiles at you, just staring.

“What?” You ask, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Nothing,” he tells you, crossing his arms behind his head. His biceps bulge in the long-sleeved flannel, making your heart flutter.

Why did that make you wanna touch them?

Tyler notices the way you stare at him and smirks, pumping his bicep muscles in a playful manner. You clear your throat and begin to get off the bed, forgetting about your leg.

“Ow, fuck,” you seethe, your breath hitching in pain.

Tyler sits up in bed, scrambling to your side of the bed before squatting before you.

“Are you okay?” His green eyes searching yours for more signs of pain. “Do you need some pain killers?”

The way his hands hold your right leg makes you feel all tingly inside, the way he looks at you doesn’t help. He’s waiting for you to tell him what’s wrong, worry etched on his handsome face. Even the way his hair, normally styled to perfection, is now all messy seems to do things to you.

Warm and fuzzy feelings begin to form around your heart and you can feel the annoyance you once had for him, melt away.

It’s making you want to do something reckless.

“I’m fine, Tyler,” you tell him. “I forgot about my injury.”

His eyes calm, softening on you before he nods and sniffles.

“You’ve never called me by my first name,” he says softly.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

You stare at one another for a few seconds that feel like hours. The longer you stare, the more you realize how attracted to him you are.

Fuck this is gonna be a problem.

“Do you need me to help you change the bandages?” He asks, clearing the silence.

You nod, handing him the wrapping on the nightstand.

Very carefully, Tyler removes the bandage around your thigh. Concentration fills his facial expression, brows furrowed and tongue out. He stops when you suck in a breath, head jolting to face you.

“Sorry, it’s still kinda tender,” You apologetically tell him.

He smiles up at you before continuing with the dressing.

“So where are you from?” He asks.

You grit your teeth in pain before answering, “Originally, Chicago. I grew up in Tennessee though.”

“What brought you to Tennessee?” He continues.

You realize he’s trying to keep you distracted from the pain and flash him a thankful smile. “My parents wanted to reconnect with nature. They have a little ranch out there.”

“What got you into tornadoes?” He asks, now finishing up with the bandaging.

“There was a really bad tornado,” you whisper. “My family’s farm was destroyed. I think I was eight at the time.” You chuckle. “My Mom was screaming for me to get away from the windows but all I wanted to do was stare up at this beautiful tornado. It was so surreal, it looked like the one from the Wizard Of Oz.”

You smile at the memory. “Mom was so mad when I turned to her and said ‘Look mom, it’s so pretty’.”

Tyler chuckles, hands still on your thigh, lightly caressing the skin below the bandage.

“What about you?” You ask. “What got you into chasing?”

“When I was a kid, I was driving with my aunt,” he starts, smiling at his own memory. “This beautiful cyclone just crossed our path and I couldn’t help but stare. It was gorgeous.”

He laughs before looking down at your leg.

“I was so entranced by it, I didn’t realize my aunt was screaming bloody murder. She was absolutely terrified.”

“Where you?” You ask. “Terrified?”

He looks up at you, the sight of him still kneeling before you making you warm.

“I was.”

Without thinking, you lean forward, placing your hands on Tyler’s shoulders.

They’re warm, muscular.

You snake your hands up his neck, resting on either side of his face. You brush your thumbs on his cheeks and back to his ears, watching as Tyler’s eyes roll to the back of his head and his eyelids flutter.

You didn’t know what came over you to do that. You felt the urge to do it so you did it.

When his eyes open again, you smile at him. Genuinely and thankful.

“Thank you,” you start, whispering as if someone would hear you. “For helping me.”

Tyler leans forward, just inches from your lips. His head was tilted up, waiting for you to finish crossing the line you dangled right before him.

“You’re welcome, darling,” he whispers right back.

You open your legs, scooting forward to have him between you. Arms wrap around your waist as Tyler pulls you close, careful not to touch your bad leg. You hold on tightly, wrapping your arms around Tyler’s neck as he lifts you.

You’re so close now, you wanted to kiss him. This was nothing like you’d ever imagined. Never mind with him.

For the few months you’d known him, you wanted to strangle him. But maybe it was just your mind trying to make sure you don’t fall for him. After all, he was your type.

Tall, handsome, rugged, and absolutely annoyingly reckless.

“Tyler,” you whisper.

“Yeah?”

“I would really like to kiss you,” you tell him truthfully.

“Me too.”

“But I’m in so much pain.”

He quickly says you down, still holding you by the waist. “I’m sorry.”

You smile, cupping his cheek in your hand. “Try again in a week when I’m healed.”

He smiles down at you, leaning close and kissing your cheek.

“Deal.”

A/N: Okay yes, I’m gonna have a part 4 bc they NEED to kiss 😂

Next part!!!

[lovelyjj]

hi! I'm not sure if this is against any of ur boundaries but if it is please let me know! I know it's not technically smut but it's in somewhat of the same category, could you write aftercare from jj?

aftercare

jj maybank x fem!reader

wc: 984

warnings: slight smut

(not my gif)

JJ was pounding into you. His cock was stretching you out. He pulled all the way out just to slam back in.

You let out a whine, because he was fucking into you and it felt so good.

“I know baby girl, I know,” JJ soothed.

JJ could tell you were getting close by the way you were squeezing him.

“Give me one more,” JJ asked.

You let out a moan while your orgasm washed over you. Your whole body felt tingly and you coated JJ’s cock in your release. JJ fucked you through your orgasm. JJ came with a jerk of his hips spilling his seed inside of you.

“Did so good for me angel,” JJ expressed.

You gave JJ a weak smile and his heart melted at the sight.

“Thank you J,” you whispered.

“No need to thank me, come on let’s get you cleaned up,”

JJ let go of your hand and went to go to the bathroom to start the bath when you let out a whine.

“Nooo J please don’t leave me” you pleaded.

“Baby I want to bring you some water and then start the bath, It should only be a second.” JJ reasoned.

You gave him your best puppy dog face and JJ wasn’t strong enough to turn you down. JJ climbed back in bed and like a magnet you cuddled up to him.

JJ rubbed your back in soothing circles as you traced patterns on his chest.

“Baby I love you but I really need to clean you up.” JJ begged.

“Ok,” you whispered.

JJ got up and went to get a wash cloth while you patiently waited on the bed. JJ came back pretty quickly since the bathroom was conjoined with the bedroom.

“Here we go angel, stay still for me.” JJ cooed.

You opened your legs and JJ wiped up the juices. You whined because you were sensitive.

“I know baby I know, almost done.”

JJ finished cleaning you up and came to lay down with you.

“Your perfect, perfect for me. I think maybe you were made for me. That maybe in every lifetime and every universe we would somehow end up together.” JJ preached.

“J, you’re so good to me. You’re so sweet, I know I’d choose you in every lifetime,” you responded.

You and JJ held each other close wrapped up in your own little world of love and comfort.

JJ was playing with your hair when he asked, “you want to take a bath my love?”

“Yeah ok.”

JJ got up and made his way to the bathroom. He turned on the hot water and grabbed a few candles. He lit them and set them around the tub. He put some nice smelling bubble bath in the water making it bubble up.

“Come on princess the bath is ready.”

You went to the bathroom and JJ greeted you by kissing your temple and telling you to get in and that he will be right back.

JJ returned with a cold water bottle and stepped in behind you.

“You need to drink please,” JJ instructed.

He held the bottle to your lips and you took it and you gulped down some water. “Thank you J.”

You sank into the hot water letting your sore muscles relax. JJ pressed kisses on the back of your shoulder. Then he began washing your body. He delicately washed and bathed you. He even washed your hair. He peppered kisses to any where he could reach.

“You take such good care of me J,” you spoke.

“You deserve nothing but the best my love,” JJ responded.

“I love you so much,” you announced.

“I love you too,” JJ replied.

Only when your fingers were wrinkled did you get out of the bath. JJ had a warm fluffy towel waiting for you to be wrapped up in it.

When you entered back into the bedroom JJ asked you if you would like a massage. You told him that you would love it.

“Just relax,” JJ soothed.

He got some lotion and smoothed his hands over your back. He worked meticulously rubbing out your sore muscles.

“Feels so good J,” you mused.

JJ hummed and continued his work on your back. You enjoyed the intimacy of the massage. You liked having his hands on you, touching you in a loving way.

JJ liked it too he liked taking care of you and making you feel good. He loved aftercare almost as much as he loved the sex if not more.

When JJ was finished with the massage he kissed your shoulder and then your head. The two of you got back into bed and snuggled up together.

JJ was scratching your scalp as you laid on his chest. The warmth of his chest heating your skin. You were relaxed and enjoying just being with JJ, your person.

“JJ?”

“Hmm” JJ hummed.

“What are you thinking about?“ you asked.

“I’m thinking about how pretty you are.”

“I don’t believe you,” you giggled.

“What? it’s true! I swear.”

“Yeah right.”

“Fine then. Don’t believe me,” JJ crossed his arms over his chest.

You laughed out loud and shoved him playfully.

You truly loved JJ and you enjoyed every second you spent with him. It’s like you were always smiling and laughing around him. You held your memories you made together close to you heart. The love you shared could be seen by everyone.

When the two of you had sex, JJ always made sure to take care of you afterwards. He never skipped aftercare. He always made sure you were alright and would dot on you and love on you and give you reassurance.

Aftercare with JJ was always lovely. He always took his time being gentle and kind. Always putting your needs before his. He was amazing and you felt like you had the best boyfriend in the world.

[faegutz]

;; LET ME KNOW ☆ pairing: alejandro vargas x gn!reader x rodolfo "rudy" parra.

authors note: first fic for my page!! excited :D i am such a simp for these two so they had to be my first.. this is also my first time writing mw2 characters, so i dont know how to write them yet, anyways, enjoy!

tags: fluff, angst (kind of? its more of overthinking), mutual pining, polyamory themes (but they arent yet quite in a relationship), a lot of just thoughts in readers head and not much character interaction

Brief glances from across the room, loud laughter that warmed hearts, and soft touching on the shoulder had all consumed your every day, both morning and night.

You werent really complaining, it made you happy. Overjoyed, even. But at the same time it hurt, so so much.

You knew, or at least you believed, that all of it would never lead to anything. You would never get much more than what you already received. It felt selfish to think this way, you thought. You should be happy with what you have, you told yourself.

Alejandro, such a handsome man. He made you feel like you were floating in space. An otherwordly experience. Every look he gave you made your face flush and your body tingly. Fuck, you loved him.

Rodolfo, hes so pretty. He made you feel like you were good enough. Made you feel like you could amount to something. Every time he let his hand brush your shoulder, you felt warm inside. And, fuck, you loved him too.

Was it even possible to love two people this much, all at once? You didnt know. And you werent sure if you wanted to know. The possibility of being rejected because of feeling this way made you feel queasy.

But, right now was okay. Where you were with them currently, was okay. You wouldnt want to be anywhere else, anywhere but here with them.

And though-

Oh.

Blinking a few times, you broke away from your thoughts, watching the hand waving in front of your face a few times, before looking up and seeing Alejandro and Rudy staring at you with smiles.

"We lost you there for a second." Rudy grinned, resting his head in his hand. His eyes scanned your expression, making you feel warmth in your face. "Whats on your mind?" the question makes you ponder. Really, what was on your mind?

Shrugging your shoulders, you shook your head. "Not much, just zoning out." you smiled.

Alejandro let his hand fall on your shoulder, squeezing it and giving you a smile, as if to say 'its okay if youre not okay' before letting his hand fall, making you miss the feeling of him.

After he knew you werent going to elaborate anymore, he changed the subject.

"Well, as i was saying," Alejandro started, catching both Rudy's attention and yours. Your eyes traced over his features before your eyes glanced over at Rudy, watching the way his dimples showed when he laughed at Alejandro's words.

Yeah, this was okay.

[sarahowritesostucky]

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: Fresh AU, dark rom-com, dark!Bucky, pre-serum Steve, cannibalism, kidnapping, yandere/basement wife, meet cute-ish, gay sex n' stuff, dub-con

Summary: Steve is so tired of the meat market that modern dating has become. Just when he's deleted all the apps and given up on ever finding Mr. Right, he meets the perfect guy at the grocery store.

A dark, cute, funny, fucked up, and very tasty love story.

It's a Fresh AU. "If you can't handle the cannibalism, get out of the kitchen"--or something like that

3. Hors D'oeuvre

Wait! I haven't read the previous chapter(s)

James winds up apologizing profusely for the insanely bad bite.

Steve’s a little disturbed that the guy would do something that rough on their first time together, but he chalks it up to the heat of the moment and forgives him,` telling James that: it's okay, he’s always been a freaky-fast healer anyway.

“S’my superpower,” he quips, making light of it when it's obvious James feels terrible.

“I’m still sorry,” he insists, thumbing carefully over the mostly-healed skin two days later. He stares at it like he stares at everything else—intensely. “I got carried away. Won’t do it again.”

Steve believes him.

Within a week, it’s pretty obvious that they’re dating. Steve kind of feels like the other shoe has got to drop at any moment, but that just keeps not happening. James is like, the perfect guy.

“He’s a doctor?” Clint says, on the third day after Bite Night. It’s movie night and he and Steve are rewatching Midsommar, because Clint’s a movie nerd and is convinced there are still hidden themes he can pick apart in the freaky-ass film. Right now the screen is paused at the exact second where they hammer the old guy’s head into paste. Clint really is a savant with a remote control.

Steve looks the gore over critically and stuffs more chips in his mouth, crunching. “Um, yeah,” he says distractedly.

He wonders how movie people make it look so real. How would they even know what to make it look like? Did one of the movie people see somebody’s head collapse in real life?”

“Earth to STEVE,” Clint waves a hand in front of his face and Steve blinks.

“What?”

“I said: what kind of doctor is he?”

“A surgeon,” Steve says, feeling warm and tingly even as he remembers it. He’s not only met a smart, sexy and funny older guy— he’s met a surgeon. Which automatically means he’s rich, too. Nobody is that fucking lucky in love, certainly not Steve.

“Of what?” Clint prods. “Like, hearts and brains? or boob jobs?”

Steve pauses with another handful of chips. Hm. That’s a good question. “I don’t know,” he says. “What’s it matter?”

“It matters because it’ll determine how much I esteem the guy,” Clint insists.

Steve snorts. “What? If he's a plastic surgeon he doesn’t deserve your respect?”

“Are you kidding? I’d respect him more if that’s what he was.” Clint grimaces. “I respect the hell out of anybody who can pull people’s skin off and rearrange it and unnatural shit like that. S’way more horrible than operating on a regular old heart or whatever.”

Steve makes a face as he considers that. “Yeah, I guess so. I heard once that when they do a nose job they literally like, pull the nose up off the face first.”

Clint gags. “Dude! No. My brain can’t unknow this now!”

“And yet you can watch shit like this.”

Clint presses play and the film resumes, the frame shifting from pasted-guy's head, to Florence Pugh's horrified face. “That's different," he says. "It’s movie magic, dumbass.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “You’re a dumbass.”

James tasks Steve with picking an actual date activity for them to do next. “No pressure,” he teases him over the phone, “but I hate stereotypes.”

Well. So much for mini golfing or the movies.

The place is called Bad Axes, their logo is a butt with an ax lodged in it, and the only two things to do there are drink beer and throw axes. Steve doesn’t reveal what they’re headed for when they meet at the subway, so James doesn’t know what's in store until they’re standing right outside the business' doors with the logo on them.

He stares for a long, long moment, and then busts out with the loudest, most sudden laugh. He looks over at Steve with a pained, almost hysterical expression.

Steve laughs. “What?”

“Nothing!” James squeaks. “This’ll be fun!”

Steve spends the rest of the date preening over the fact that he’s impressed his boyfriend.

(He only calls him that in his head, so far. He knows they’re not ‘boyfriends’ yet. They’re still feeling each other out, trying on the idea of being boyfriends. It’s just hard for Steve to remember that, when everything feels so natural between them.)

They grab drinks and get the safety and throwing tutorial from the unimpressed girl whose job it is to supervise drunk businessmen throwing sharp objects after work. It’s an over-the-head kind of deal, and Steve is prepared to nurture his manly pride and leave feeling a little bit like a Viking.

“Want to bet on who wins?” James asks, where he stands beside Steve in their little throwing area, a devilish gleam in his eye.

Steve considers it. The Axe Girl had told them it’s not so much a strength thing as a technique thing, so he’s not worried about being at a disadvantage. “Sure," he decides. "What are we betting on?”

“Hmm, how about … loser has to tell a secret about themselves,” James says. “First to stick the target twenty times wins.”

Steve’s stomach jumps at the look in James' eye. He grins. “You’re on.” Steve doesn’t have any good secrets anyway, so losing won't be a big deal (even though he fully intends to win).

They throw.

There’s a certain amount of body memory to it, Steve discovers after about fifteen minutes of fruitless throwing, his axe cracking off the plywood and thunking pathetically to the ground each time. He winds up getting the hang of it, but not in time to win the bet. James’ axe sticks on the first throw, and the second, and most of the times after.

Steve sulks about it as they take a break at one of the high-top tables, drinking their second round. “You’ve done this before,” he pouts, accusing. “Admit it.. You're a secret lumberjack.”

James looks at him fondly, like he thinks Steve’s reaction is cute. “Not exactly. But I've chopped enough to know my way around an axe.”

Steve grumps playfully at him. “Fine, cheater. I’ll think of a secret to tell you.” Bucky chuckles while Steve sips his beer and tries to come up with something juicy enough to be a ‘secret’ but not so juicy that it reflects badly on him. “I used to get in fights a lot."

James rolls his eyes. “Like as a kid? That doesn’t count.” He shoots him a sly look. “Adult secrets, Steven.”

Steve flushes at the use of his given name. There’s something oddly domineering about it that he likes. “Um, well … I've been arrested?”

James’ eyes light up. “Oh, do tell.”

“It wasn’t my fault.”

“Of course not.”

“It wasn’t!” Steve laughs, shoving James’ shoulder. “It was a bar fight, basically. Some asshole bothering this woman he didn’t know, not taking no for an answer.”

James’ smile softens to something fond. “Aw, Steve. I should'a known. That's you then? Always trying to be a white knight?”

Steve scowls at the term but doesn’t try to deny it. “Well somebody had to do something,” he mutters. “I wasn’t the one who threw the first punch.”

“Why the arrest, then?”

“The charges were dropped. But I guess the jerk had some friends backing him up when the cops came, so I got rounded up too.”

James hums in understanding. “Well, I suppose that’s sort of a secret. But I have to say, I was really hoping for something a little more intriguing from you, Steve. A little more naughty.”

Steve snorts. “Why? You planning to blackmail me?”

“No.”

“You just like bad boys, then,” he jokes. He’s about the farthest thing there is from a bad boy. “Sorry. You’re outta luck with that one.”

“I’m not,” James says quietly, looking him in the eyes. “I actually like the sweet ones.”

Steve colors, he knows he does. “Oh.” He’s a sweet one. He chuckles and looks down at his beer bottle, turning it in little circles. “Thanks. I guess.”

James hums. “Hey, why don’t I apologize for my non-disclosure of my axing abilities, huh? I’ll tell you one of my secrets, too.”

“I’m all ears. What’s your secret?” In his head, Steve sarcastically imagines James saying something like, “I’m actually married and have two point five kids,” or, “I’m addicted to piss and shit porn.”

That’s not what he says.

“I’ve eaten human flesh.”

Steve blinks. “What.” He waits for the punchline, the second part of that confession that’ll make it funny, but there isn’t one. James just sits there and nods somberly. Steve laughs. “No, you haven’t. You have not.”

“I was just out of med school and interning at a center for pediatric reconstructive surgery in Shanghai.”

The smile drops right off Steve’s face. So he is a plastic surgeon, he thinks. He'll have to tell Clint. "The fuck?" he breathes.

James' mouth twists. “Yeah. That's what I said, when I realized."

"You're making this up," Steve says weakly, even though he can tell he's not, because James is sitting there looking completely serious and nodding grimly.

"We'd gone out to a rural village, to assess a few kids for cleft palate correction. There was a mud slide on the only road out of the valley, and we wound up stuck there for a few days."

“What—” Steve realizes he’s nearly whispering. He firms up his voice. “What happened?”

“I was served a meal from a local family, already cooked.”

“Oh." Steve exhales in relief. "So then, you didn’t actually see—”

“No.” James cants his head. “But it wasn’t any meat I’d ever had before. It was …” He trails off, eyes going distant as he thinks about it. “It was so different.”

Steve stares at him, shocked. “But … but that's a big leap. I mean it could’ve been anything. Dog or ... or tiger. Don’t they have tigers in China?”

“Not in that part of the country.” James watches Steve closely for a moment, gauging his reaction. Eventually he looks away, frowning. “And you could tell there was something going on. There was ... At the time, I didn't understand, but it was the way the villagers acted. There was something off about them, something about the way they skulked around, the way they looked at us. How gaunt they all were ..." He shakes his head, deep in thought. "I did some research once I got back. There are some recorded accounts; those soccer players that crashed in the Andes, the Donner party. An anthropologist in the thirties who ate with a tribe in Africa. He wrote a very detailed account of how the different cuts of the meat tasted, what it looked like, what it smelled like.” He inhales deeply, as though pulling himself out of the memory. When his gaze lands back on Steve, it's dead serious and shockingly nonchalant. “It all matched up to what I’d eaten.”

Steve gapes, horrified. He can’t believe that it was a … a human that James had been served. It was too awful. People wouldn’t do that. ... Would they? “It wasn’t,” he says, as if he can make it so by saying it. “They wouldn’t have.”

James still doesn’t seem bothered, though he has pity in his eyes for Steve, apparently able to see how shaken he is by it. “You gotta understand, it was a bad situation. A dead, closed off valley where nothing ever grew. The Chinese government had banished these people out there for some slight, blocked off their access to food. It was like a gulag. These people were living in extreme poverty: cold, sick, and halfway starving. Animals'll do anything when they’re starving."

"Animals ..."

He shrugs and sits back in his chair. "At the end of the day, that’s all we really are. Some very big, overly-clever animals.”

Steve swallows thickly, his throat suddenly dry. He reaches for his beer and takes a hasty swig. “How do you, um, how do you deal with it, then?” he asks. “If you really think that’s what it was?” He’s a little bit stunned by how calm James has remained through telling the whole story.

“It doesn’t bother me,” James says easily. “There’s no way I can know for sure that’s what I ate that day, and I didn’t do it on purpose.” He shrugs and waves it off. “It was so long ago. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Wow,” Steve says, stunned. “I mean, just … no. And wow.”

“Pretty big secret, huh?”

“Yeah,” Steve mutters, trying to lighten up. James isn’t dwelling on it and he probably doesn’t want Steve to, either. “Yeah, you have, um. Much juicier secrets than me.”

James tips his bottle back for the last dregs of his beer, then clacks it firmly down onto the table. “So,” he says, eyes regaining their challenging, sly glint. “Now that you know my deepest, darkest secret; want to throw another round?”

A few days later, at precisely 11:30 am, Steve receives a text:

Weird Meat Guy: Hey you. I’m starving. Want to grab lunch with me?”

Steve looks down at his dirty work clothes. Yikes. Knowing himself, he figures there's a good chance he also has paint in his hair or on his face, or both.

Steve: yeah sounds good. In 30 or so? Gotta wash up.

Weird Meat Guy: see you soon, handsome.

James texts him an address that's in Park Slope, followed by a cartoon ‘nom-nom’ eating GIF. Steve holds his phone with gesso-crusted fingers and beams at the screen. James must like Steve just as much as Steve likes him, because he’s thinking about him during the week. He’s texting him and sending stupid GIFs and asking him out on lunch dates.

This is going incredibly well.

It's nothing fancy, which Steve appreciates. They meet inside a Panera by Prospect Park. They order drinks and find chairs to sit in by the windows while their sandwiches are made. “Don't you work in Midtown though?” Steve asks, confused. “This is a bit of a hike for a lunch break.”

James stares at him for a long few seconds, blinking repeatedly. “... Oh! Well … I had a big gap between clients today.” He smiles winningly and covers Steve’s hand with his own on the tabletop, giving it a squeeze. “There’s nobody I’d rather make the hike for.”

Steve tries not to let his smile overtake his face, but it’s hard.

Their food arrives, and they eat while trading stories about themselves. Steve tells James how he lives and works alone, but doesn’t mind it one bit. He tells him about his family, or at least, what family he used to have.

“So, nobody?” James asks. “You’re all alone?”

“It’s okay,” Steve says, thinking that James might be feeling pity for him. “I miss my mom, but it’s been a long time. And I’ve made a couple friends. They help.”

“Oh yeah? Who're your friends?”

“Oh. Well there's Clint. We met back in college. And Natalie. She’s the one I told you about.”

“Your patron.” James nods. “I remember.” He leans forward. “So do they know about me?”

“Yeah.”

“What did you tell them about me?”

Steve smirks. “Oh I dunno. Just that I met a really good looking weirdo at the grocery store. Haven’t called the police on him yet.”

James laughs. “That’s all?”

“Pretty much.” Steve shrugs and takes another bite of his sandwich, unconcerned with it. “Clint says he respects you for being able to—and I quote—‘pull people’s skin off and rearrange their outsides’.”

James’ lips quirk. “Well, it is a skill.”

Steve shivers theatrically. “Uck. Power to you. I guess somebody’s gotta do it."

"Alas, yes. The meat market. Demand is only ever growing."

Steve snorts. "Well hey, at least it means you’re, ah ��� intimately familiar with anatomy.” He winces before he's even finished saying it. Ew, what a lame joke.

But James’s eyes crinkle in amusement anyway. “Yes," he says, reaching for his sandwich again. "I certainly am.”

Steve has James over to Netflix and Chill. He’s not sure if this counts as their sixth date or seventh, but they’ve been seeing each other steadily for the past three weeks, calling and texting daily, so it’s definitely not too soon to start thinking about the “R” word. That’s where it feels like this is headed, but Steve is too chickenshit to speak up and ask if they’re officially in a relationship.

He researches how to make eggplant parmesan and mostly doesn’t screw it up, and James seems touched that he went through the trouble of cooking something vegetarian for him.

“It’s delicious,” he reassures Steve. “I even like the crusty black bits.”

He asks Steve what he does for fun, and Steve is once again left feeling like a boring dolt when he can only answer, “I mean, I really just paint or draw, or watch tv. Clint tries to drag me out for bowling or karaoke once in a while.” He fights not to wince at himself. Jesus god is he boring. He thinks again about joining a gym, maybe getting into boxing or Krav Maga or something. “What about you?” he asks. “What do you do when you’re not carving people up?”

“Hardy har.” James thinks about it. “Well, I do love to do stuff outdoors. I work out ...”

“Yeah you do,” Steve teases, leering a little. James laughs him off.

“I read some, usually have two books going concurrently.”

Steve imagines James having a big, expensive library, complete with those nifty rolling ladders.

“And I’m a pretty good cook,” he adds. “I enjoy it. Working on being an amateur cuisinier, as I said.”

Steve pointedly looks at both of their plates of semi-burnt eggplant slop. “Then why am I the one making us dinner?”

James chuckles, leans across the table to kiss him on the cheek, and promises he’ll cook for Steve sometime soon.

After dinner, Steve pulls up his Netflix queue and scrolls through for something that looks good but not too good, since they’ll probably start fooling around partway through and miss half of it.

They watch a documentary about Richard Ramirez, which Steve apologizes for. (“I know, I know. Me and every other basic white girl likes the true crime stuff.”)

Halfway into Ramirez’s fucked up childhood, Steve says, “Man, what would you do if your kid turned out like that, huh?”

“Question my parenting choices, that’s for sure.”

“I know, right?" Steve shudders. "I feel so bad for Jeffry Dahmer’s mom.”

“Why? She’s alive and kicking. Feel bad for Ed Gein’s mom: pretty sure she’s a lampshade now.”

“Christ.”

James looks over at Steve. “Do you want kids?”

Steve freezes, the unexpected change in topic throwing him for a loop. “Um …” Not ones that'll turn me into a lampshade, he doesn't say.

This is something they haven’t done yet; asked each other what they want for their lives long-term. Because such questions naturally infer that they might be considering each other for a starring role in said life.

Steve swallows heavily and works up the courage to softly admit, “Yeah, one day I do.” He dares to meet James’ eyes, and is relieved when he doesn’t see any rejection there. “I want what most people do, I guess. Get married, have kids.” He shrugs. “The American dream, right?”

“What? No white picket fence and a dog named Fido?”

Steve deflates a little. “Don’t make fun.”

“I wasn’t.” James scoots closer and puts his arm around him. “Hey. No, Honey. I wasn’t making fun of you. I want that stuff too.”

“You do?”

“Mmhm.” He kisses Steve's cheek. “I’m glad you told me,” he says. “Makes you even more of the perfect catch.”

Steve snorts. "Yeah. Sure."

James is the perfect catch, Steve is just incredibly lucky.

James has to go on a sudden work trip, and it's a solid week that they're apart.

The next time he comes over to Steve's place, he’s barely in the door before Steve is slamming it shut and pushing him up against the wall. He sinks to his knees and looks up at James, whose eyes have gone from widened to heavy-lidded in seconds. "Hey."

James smiles lazily and cups his cheek. “Hey there.”

Steve touches him over his jeans, starts rubbing slow and purposeful. After a moment or two, James gets hard enough that he can feel it through the denim. He knees in closer, pushes his face into his groin and rubs his cheek along the bulge of his dick.

James’ hands migrate to his head, running through his hair, over his scalp. “Mm,” he hums, amused. “Did you miss me, Sweetheart?”

It’s been little more than a week apart, but Steve has missed him embarrassingly much. He makes a plaintive noise against James’ crotch and nods. “Yeah.” He’s barely heard from the other man. He doesn’t want to complain though, because it’s still early for them and he doesn’t want to seem too needy.

James had warned him he’d be very busy working and mostly unreachable. He'd had to take a flight out for a surgery consult somewhere—Steve can’t remember where. It doesn’t matter. He’s just glad James is back. He looks up from his spot on the floor, batting his eyelashes and reaching for the front of James’ pants. “Can I?”

James grins and relaxes back against the wall. “All yours,” he says, watching Steve like he’s ready for a show. Steve flushes in a heady mix of arousal and shyness. He tucks his lips in as his fingers find the button at James’ fly, pop it open and pull down the zipper. He curls his fingers over the waistband at James’ hips and pulls, until the jeans are halfway down his thighs. He stops.

James is wearing briefs today—white, and with a waistband that has black lettering: Calvin Klein. Steve grins as arousal hits him harder, his own dick stirring in his sweats. “Tighty-whities, huh?” he teases, and when he looks up, he sees James looking down at him, amused.

“What? You don’t approve?”

“Oh, I approve.” He presses his face against the front, against the hardening line of James’ dick beneath the fabric. What he really likes is to see it get hard from the very start, and he's already making a plan to have James naked for this from the get-go, next time. He palms the soft weight of James’ balls through the fabric while placing kisses along the length of his stirring dick. “Been wanting to do this since that first night,” he murmurs. He rubs his other hand over him, circling the wet spot just by the head. “You've got such a nice cock.”

James makes a pleased noise. “Why don’t you get it out, then?” he says softly, one hand cupping Steve’s chin. His thumb pulls down on Steve’s bottom lip. “I want to see your pretty mouth stretchin' around it.”

Steve moans quietly and nods, fingers hurrying to pull his underwear down. James’ cock bobs obscenely in the air once it’s released, still angled downward from the weight of it and from only being half hard. Steve licks his lips, excited at finally getting to really appreciate it up close. He hasn’t had much chance yet, but he’s seen it, knows that it's beautiful.

James is big—as big a top can get before it becomes counterproductive, in Steve's opinion. A respectable length, with a truly mouth watering girth. His balls are soft and warm in Steve’s palm where he holds them. James is shaved there, while everything else is trimmed down short. "Sir," Steve teases, fondling the smooth weight of his balls. "I may just have to wind up sucking on these."

Above him, James chuckles lowly. "Gotta do what you gotta do, Steven. I won't hold it against ya."

Fuck. What is it about James saying his given name like that? It's so hot, feels almost dirty. Steve can't hold back anymore. He takes his cock in hand and explores it with the gentlest of touches, tracing a prominent vein that runs underneath and up along the side, circling his finger on the wet head that’s peeking out, just barely pressing the tip of his thumb into the slit. He bites his lip as it twitches and jerks. Fuck. It’s fucking beautiful.

Above, James makes a sound in his throat, and when Steve looks up he sees him looking darkly amused. “You sure are taking your sweet time with that, Princess.”

Ooh, Princess. That’s a new one. Steve smirks. “I can take all the time I want.”

He says that, but in the next few seconds he’s already lost his patience, too eager for more. He wants to feel it on his tongue, wants to taste it. He sucks the head into his mouth and is rewarded by James’ quiet groan.

“That’s it,” he praises. “Mm.”

Steve sucks him, swirling his tongue over the head and pulling gently with his hand, jerking him off a little while he sucks. He keeps it up, feeling James twitch and grow in his mouth, until he’s fully erect, and Steve just has to pop off to see. His own hand looks tiny and pale on James' dick. He jerks him softly and groans at the sight of the foreskin sliding over the weeping, fat tip. God, Steve loves uncut guys.

James is watching him with heavy eyes, his lips slightly parted, enthralled at the sight of Steve exploring down between his legs. Steve smirks up at him and looks him in the eye as he kisses along his thigh, hipbone, pelvis; all the way up to his stomach and belly button and back down. He rubs his cheek on the hot juncture of his groin and returns to stroking his cock at a languorous pace. “You’re so pretty,” he murmurs. “Could do this all day.”

“Oh yeah?” James cards a hand through Steve’s hair—a hand that Steve is very smug to note is trembling the tiniest bit—and leaves it there, caressing his scalp. “Can you go deeper?” he asks quietly, offering it up rather than demanding it.

Steve appreciates the concern, but he’s eager to show off. “‘Can I go deeper’,” he mutters, scoffing. “Hold onto your dick, Honey. This is gonna feel really good.” He sucks James’ cock back into his mouth, only this time he keeps going, taking it all the way until it's in his throat and his nose is buried in the short hair at the base.

Above him, James finally loses his composure, his breath stuttering out in a stifled, “Oh, fuck.”

Steve hums eagerly. He grabs onto the back of James’ thighs and squeezes, uses the grip to yank him even closer. He slides his hands up and grabs at his ass, able to feel the muscles tensing and relaxing as James tries so hard not to thrust into his mouth. Steve pulls off and meets his eyes. “You want to fuck my face?” he asks, eager to give James whatever he wants. “You can.”

James looks utterly smitten. He hooks his thumb in at the corner of Steve’s mouth and pulls gently. “Sweet boy,” he murmurs. Steve’s about to take that as a ‘yes’, but then James tells him otherwise. “Another time,” he says. “Right now I just want to watch you work for it.”

Steve’s belly flips in arousal. Fucking hell. He reaches down to squeeze his own dick, which is painfully constricted in his sweatpants by now. He mostly ignores it though, wanting to put all his focus into pleasing James and pulling more wrecked sounds of pleasure from him. This is a relationship Steve really wants to go the distance in, okay? So he shoots James his best sultry look while wettings his lips, and then sinks right back down with eye contact, prepared to give this man the best head of his life.

They shower together, after coming from each other’s hands and mouths. It’s an intimate experience, standing naked and sated together under the spray of the water, touching each other’s bodies without intent. It’s almost more intimate than the sex they’ve just had.

Steve shivers and luxuriates in it as James stands behind him and runs water-slicked hands over his body, not speaking, just enjoying what he’s touching. He kneads the meat of Steve’s ass, his thighs, draws soapy-slick circles down his ribs and across his belly. He kisses and mouths at his neck as he touches him all over. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, and that’s the only word uttered between them for the entirety of the shower.

Later, when they’re sitting together on the couch, drinking wine and talking lazily with nothing but towels wrapped around their waists, James describes his apartment in Manhattan. It’s centrally located but small, because “real estate in the city is sickening.”

“Tell me about it,” Steve murmurs, giving his own shoebox of an apartment a onceover.

James insists that he spends as little time in the city as possible. His preferred residence (because of course he has multiple) is “in the wilderness.”

“Jersey?” Steve asks, lip curled in a sneer.

“Oh no! A little more wild than that,” James laughs, pouring more wine into the glass Steve’s holding out. “It’s out in the Catskills," he confides. "My secret cabin."

"The Catskills?" Steve frowns, trying to think of how long of a drive that must be. “I’ve never been."

“Oh you’d love it,” James insists. “It’s gorgeous out there. Miles and miles of trees. Peace and quiet, no neighbors to bother you.” He smiles wistfully. “It’s the one place I can really let go and relax, be myself. It’s my retreat.”

“It sounds wonderful,” Steve says. James looks so happy when he talks about it, it makes Steve want to go there with him. “Will you take me there someday?” he asks. He’s very aware that the question implies that they’ll still be together down the line. That this thing they have, whatever it is, will continue.

James considers him thoughtfully, though, eyes soft and mysterious, not seeming to mind that Steve is envisioning them in the future. He peers at him in that intense, evaluating way that he has. “Well,” he says. "I mean why not? That'd be fun. Let’s do it.”

“Wait, what? Do it?” Steve repeats, surprised. “You mean like a trip? Like, now?"

“Yeah!" James laughs. “We can go for a few days. I’ll drive us out there and we can just relax together. Cook, watch movies. There’s hiking around the area. And I have a hot tub.”

Steve gasps. “I love hot tubs!”

James laughs and holds out his arms for Steve to climb into his lap. He wraps his arms around him and kisses him. “Okay then, it’s settled. When do you want to go?”

Steve tries to remember his work schedule for that next week, but his thoughts are a little slowed by the warm and gooey feelings he’s got filling him up. James wants to spend a weekend with him. He wants to take him away, show him his favorite place. Steve squirms happily in the other man's lap and tucks his face into his neck, inhaling the rich, clean scent of him and pleased as punch, because this means that James really likes him, and maybe even wants to make him a part of his life.

Jesus Christ, maybe Steve's actually, finally done it. Maybe he really has managed to scoop up the last remaining, non-married, high-value homosexual who actually wants to be in a serious relationship.

It's too good to be true!

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[loki-hargreeves]

You’re next to Jake on the Subway (IDFK maybe his taxi is dead) and he sees you struggling to hold on to the little rail because you’re short, so he does this and brings his hand and body against yours to keep you steady- and you’re so thankful to not be swaying around that you don’t even mind that a compete (handsome) stranger is right up against you.

(Also MUAH <3 MUAH MUAH MUAH)

OKAY BUT THIS GIF???? 😳💕

My touch-starved ass would be so stunned I would forget to get off on my stop.

[muffindaddystyles]

I WANT YOUR BELLY.

Summary: The shimmery vest of Harry's on you makes him combust on the spot ;)

A bottle of wine gone in a span of minutes. Your giggles treacly and slurry as you poke his heart-shaped, wine stained lips matching with his pink refulgent vest and he grins toothy-ly sweat sheened on his perfect features and his nose twitches into besotted sniff of your fragrance, leaning down to murmur his lips to yours.

“What got ya gigglin’ like tha’ lovebug?” You shake your head in slight carelessness. His brows furrowing in confusion, mouth parting musingly into a soft chuckle when you shimmy his vest down his arms leaving his upper half naked and all beautiful for you to admire.

“Just relax and see.” You whine out timidly tip-toeing on your toesies to the centre of the hotel room you guys are staying at -- well more like fucking morning and evening with a little tinge of exclusivity everytime.

When you came back to this cosy place of yours after an hour of his show ending that shimmery feeling of proud for him and the jitteriness to love on him was still there, more like doubled up when your eyes weren’t able to drift away from the stiff bulge forming in his pants from all the adrenaline and heat pumping in his body due to praises.

He takes pride in it, absolutely basks in the novelty of it.

His dimples dings up into a wicked smirk, the heels of his palms sinking into the soft bedding as he man-spreads quite sexily and leans into his own weight then straightens up immediately with bright eyes and a shit-eating grin when you strip down your clothes slowly.

“You givin’ me a strip tease baby!?” He howls playfully and you shushes him through sputtry giggles, head lulling at your shoulder and you laugh at the top of your lung as he rolls his eyes to his skull in the most erotic way and squeezes his straining member with the cup of his large palm when you get rid of every item of clothing you had on your body and with hesitant glances his way wears his vest.

It accentuates your curves beautifully, falling a little over your thighs from how big it’s since it’s his’s and it gives the most pristine view of the crescent of your tits and the valley between them.

His stomach froths with heat, the fabric of his pink flared bottoms from his splotching with the dollops of his precome and his bare chest heaves with raged breaths as you rub your one feet over another in timidness, knowing you’re drunk enough to do this but sober enough to contemplate how to put it infront of him.

Though they both know even if you move it an inch away to show him your perky tits, it’s over for the curly head.

“You know how belly dancers got this cute sparkly shiny dresses to make them appear more bendy? I’ve always wanted to do that! It seems so fun!” To your defence you always wanted to dance as carefree and fun as they do all you didn’t know was that it’ll be like this – giving a literal fever to your boyfriend and arousing both of you to such an extent where all his fierce eyes are indicating he’s about to strike forward and throw you on the bed and pound into you reckless.

The room fills with her sweet laugh when Harry fans himself, puffing out huge inhales of breaths and smirks at her cheekily.

“A lap dance would be much appreciated, thank you.” He's almost about to burst because she sure as hell looks amazingly stretchy and bendy and very breed able in this shiny thing.

“What a gentleman. Now, put on some music so I could give you a show you really deserve.” You command him and he nearly whimpers wanting to crawl towards you and spanks that bum of yours.

You’re suppressing your chuckles when he almost falls face first into the carpeted floor while scrambling to put on some music and when he returns back he’s rocking back and forth like an impatient kid -- doing anything in his will to give a bit friction, some relive to his throbbing cock.

“Promise that you wouldn’t make fun of me.” You point a finger at him, eyebrow raised to assert a little bit of power you’ve over him.

“C’mon baby! My balls are turning blue d'ya think I could ever make fun of you when you’re being such a good girl f'me?” His groans shaky and hoarse, nostrils flaring and his hands sandwiching between his thighs to subside the ache that you caused.

Hot white pleasure surges through each of his cervices and rattles through his bones upon the absolute lewd and smutty sight of you dancing for him with your eyes affixed on him like a seductress and it pelts his skin hot.

“Fuck.” He’s cursing under his breath, as you curve around gracefully and shakes your ass for him teasing your fingers over the waistband of your lace panties.

You bite down your lip when he puts his fingers under his tongue with his mouth sucked around them as he wolf whistles for you.

“Yes you go baby!” He yells at you making you laugh rosying your features and not failing to make you feel tingly under his passionate gaze.

The he looks down at himself in rather pique tugging his tight briefs a little away from suffocating his dick that's swelling up awfully fast and leaking with every graze and touch making him hiss groggily through his teeth loudly.

His reaction makes your cheeks flush and your toes curl against the soft carpet, making you all gooey with your own slick.

He almost looses it when you roll your hips and your tummy ripples raunchily.

You’re taken aback when he’s striding towards you, cupping the nape of your neck roughly and pressing his thumb into your nervy pulse pushing you till you’re pressed into the wall and he’s muffling your surprised squeaks with a big fat smooch to your lips which turns into sloppy heated work of mouths, tongues slick and naughty against eachother, teeth nibbling and teasing, lips too desperate to be parting away and when they do they’re hovering over eachother with their breaths hot and fanning.

“Look at y'being a filthy tease.” He tuts, warm fingertips tickling down your chest and sneaking under his vest to palm your tits as he ducks down to lick a fat stripe up your throat then sink his teeth into soft underbelly of your jaw.

“Now tell me who taught you to dance this good?” Everyone should sit down and takes notes from one and only Harry Styles; the man sure knows how to lie through his teeth because what you pulled moments ago was just clumsy drunk flailing of limbs.

“God gifted.” He chuckles mockingly, tapping your bottom pouty lip.

Your neck stretches far giving him more access to mark you as his’s, your fingers manoeuvring into his sweaty ruffled up curls when he glances up at you intensely with your nipples sucked in his mouth and his hand gliding into your panties – smirking goadingly at the squirm and pathetic gurgle of your tone.

“just like this pussy of yours?”

Except his eyes no blade can control you, no sharpened knife. That lascivious gaze’s enough to threaten a storm up your thighs and cause a rainfall between your legs.

Carefully, he puts his knees on the floor one by one while he paws at your hips to vignette admiring kisses down your midriff.

“Stop! It tickles!” You gasp giggle when his fingers palliates into your soft love-handles nipping and lapping then sponging tender kisses to your belly, your back arching abruptly with a low crack your blunt nails scratching down the wallpaper when Harry coos and spurts noises of admiration.

“Can’t help it, poppet. I love your little belly so much.” Your mouth parts around shallow breaths when he nuzzles his nose against your heat and engulfs into the tangerine smell of your arousal, pressing a kiss to the damp spot and murmuring against it with his calloused palm hardly pressed to your quivering tummy.

“Love feelin’ myself snug in your belly, how it warbles and gurgles fo’ me t’ fill it up with me cum,” His gruff tone sending cold shivers down your spine, making you wetter and slicker, pussy lips clenching around nothing making squelching noises catching Harry’s attention and he smirks ominously -- startling you with a gentle nip to the inside of your thighs then ripping your panties in one harsh tug.

“You love takin’ my cock in this cute belly of yours don’t ye' kitten?” He asks you, eyes glued to the way you melt into his touch when he parts your glistening pulsating folds away with his middle and index, mesmerised at how drippy you’ve managed to get for him as it coats his digits then tricks down his wrist thickly.

“Hmm. Guess like I’ve no option but to treat myself to the sweet pussy of my belly dancer.” He hums roguishly, making you bob your head vigorously and pulling at his hair to nudge him to do something anything to quell this ache that's soaring like a flame in wind making you embarrassingly more slippery every passing second.

Your eyelids skewers tight, fingers falling lip atop the mop of his curls and knees quaking thanks to Harry’s strong biceps straddling you over his shoulders as he spreads your legs wider apart and grips onto your thighs with his all might and strokes his tongue in one tantalising hot lick from all the way to your slit up your pulsing clitoris wrapping his lips around the sensitive nub into a nasty suck and toys it around with his tongue.

“Ha –- H ... Harry!” You whimper out meekly grinding your cunt against the faint stubble growing over his cupid-bow, pleasure spiking into your each pore at how good it feels.

“Mhmm kitten, tell me does daddy makes y'feel good? Warm and nice?” A string of saliva connects his lips and your clitoris. He presses his two fingers to it moving them up and down to lube them then to rub your clit in tight little circles, putting right pressure and attention to it as you cry out slumping against the wall and grabbing onto the nearest furniture with a mantra of harryharryharry booming in your head.

“Yes, yes, yes. You’re so good to me,” You mewl out impishly incasing his head perfectly between your thighs, trembling in his hold when he eases his ring and middle finger inside you gauging for your reactions and carousing in the way your face falls placid into pure bliss, your lips wobbly and the corners of your eyes dotting pink.

“This feels good, moppet?” He asks gruffly curling to caress the spot that sends you into wreck havoc and plunges his fingers deeper inside you, the tip of his nose stuffing into your mound as he licks into you hungrily and sloppily getting his cheeks and chin all messy and shiny with your juices.

“Bet, daddy’s cock feels better. Stuffs y’belly more good.” He growls, the vibrations jolting you in your skin. His fingers fucking into you quicker and deeper, pushing his knuckles to your weepy tight entrance – your cunt swallowing his rings.

Your chin tips up towards the ceiling moaning breathily, thighs trembling and hands gripping his shoulders that’ll leave guaranteed bruises as the ministrations of his mouth and tongue on you, his fingers thrusting in you and his face making a mess out of your drippiness become too much for you sending you into a over drive of buzziness making you lightheaded and floaty.

“C’mon kitten drench me, cum in daddy’s mouth.” Is all it takes for you to do what he asked for and you almost fell forward if not for Harry’s support squirting with loud and wounded moans.

He almost combusts in his pants when you grit carnally riding his face and shoving yourself down into him, not able to stop coming while he encourages you, soothing your aching thighs with gentle strokes, “That’s it baby, atta girl.” And “You did so good f'me kitten, g’na show you how hard ‘m for you.”

"Cute. How bout I fuck you in every one of my outfits?" He pats your cheek, smacking a big kiss to it and doesn't wait for your response before throwing you over his shoulder and landing a stinging slap to your bum.

His dark lustful eyes indicating that he’s not done with you yet.

[kiwixlime]

Between You and I - Part Five

Halfway there!!! This update is shorter than I anticipated but if I added everything I had planned I would never update lmfao. So if it seems a little out of place it's because I omitted a lot of stuff. But don't worry! I have some exciting things planned for future updates!! I hope you enjoy and as always, thank you so much for reading, sharing, letting me know your thoughts. It means so much to me!! 18+ Minors DNI

Three weeks. Three whole weeks. That’s how long you and Joel have been seeing each other. You don’t know how to describe your relationship, and if someone asked, you wouldn’t know where to start. You don’t really go on dates, but you spend almost all of your free time together. 

You guess, in a word, you could say you’re exclusive. But Joel does not call you his girlfriend. And you would never refer to him as your boyfriend. Those labels would scare both of you. And they wouldn’t fit, anyway. What you and Joel have is beyond something as simple as boyfriend/girlfriend. It’s more intense. 

At least it is for you. 

Joel does call you his girl, though. And that is something you are perfectly fine with. You kind of are, after all. Even if no one really knows about you. Well, except Harmony. And Sophia. And Tommy, kind of. But only because Joel insists his brother has an "inkling". It’s nothing solid unless Joel confesses.  

But the most important thing is that you and Joel seem happy with your arrangement. You still have your own life. And Joel has his. You go out with Harmony; he spends time with Tommy. You work. Joel works. But at the end of the day, you make your way back to each other. 

It does scare you a bit because each day you spend with him, those feelings inside of you get stronger. Whenever you hear his voice, your heart skips a beat. Just one look into his eyes warms your soul. The way he touches you makes your stomach swarm with butterflies. 

Joel once told you that he was addicted to you. But now, you think you’re just as dependent. Joel’s your drug, and you need your fix. 

The only person you can talk about this with is Harmony. Your roommate may know of your small fling, but she doesn’t know how deep it runs. She doesn’t know that you feel like that lovestruck teenager again, only this time, you don’t have to shame yourself for wanting Mr. Miller. This time, you can have him. 

So that’s how you find yourself at Harmony’s place in the middle of the day, sipping peach sangria and listening to the weird acoustic playlist she uses to meditate. You never meant to interrupt her practice, but she welcomes you with open arms, ready for the gossip. Luckily for you, she has so many questions, and you are happy to answer and get some of these words off your chest. 

“So like, he’s good, right?” She giggles, and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or her genuine curiosity that makes her face flush crimson, but her bubbly laughter rubs off on you, and you find yourself joining in. 

“He’s so good,” you sigh dreamily, giggling uncontrollably. “Harmony, he’s… Oh, my god. He’s so fucking hot.” You squeak and hide your face behind your hands. It's hard not to feel all tingly inside as you explain your relationship with Joel. In detail. Harmony doesn’t mind hearing the dirty details. She encourages it, which you are thankful for. Because you need to talk this man out of your system. 

Harmony smiles and fills her glass up again. Her face is still burning, and she looks like she has something on her mind. Of course, you aren't surprised when she asks the most important question of all. “Is he big?” Her cherry red cheeks glow as she waits patiently for the answer. 

“Yes,” you say, nodding your head slowly as her smile contorts into something ditzy. She's too drunk for this. But you kind of are, too. So you divulge a little more. “And he’s so into dirty talk,” you admit between giggles. “Seriously, I cannot believe some of the things he says. Or the things he does. It’s like…take our greatest fantasies of him and multiply them by a thousand.” 

“You lucky bitch,” she huffs, but that idiotic smile is still plastered to her face. It's a smile that tells you she’s happy for you. And it’s all because she knows you’re happy. She can see it on your face. Hear it in your voice. And after the rough couple of years you’ve had, this kind of happiness is something that you deserve. “Who knew Mr. Miller liked them young.” 

“Oh,” you cringe at her careless words. “Don’t say that. It makes him sound creepy," you frown. 

She raises her hands in defense. “You’re right, you’re right," she admits. She's coming down from her fit of laughter as she breathes out. "This is crazy, though, right? But I am so happy for you!”

“Really?” You question, your voice barely audible over the soundtrack of your afternoon. 

“Of course, girl,” Harmony voices, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I mean, I know we always joked about him being our hot dad fantasy. But you are glowing. Not a pregnancy glow!” She rushes out, and you roll your eyes. “But you look different. You look like you again.” 

“I hate that it took a man…” You begin, gnawing on your lip at the insinuation. 

“It didn’t, though,” your friend assures you. “You’ve just been in a dark place. And Joel helped brighten it up. But you’ve done the rest on your own, honey.” 

“I’m scared, Harmony,” you say with a whisper. “It’s not just about the sex anymore. I think I’m really falling for him. And I know that it’s impossible. We’re impossible. It’ll never work. And I’m just…I’m so scared of how this is going to end.” 

Your voice cracks, and you do your best to hold back tears. But your emotions are all over the place lately. Stupid feelings, always ruining shit. 

“Hey,” Harmony glares, as she usually does when you’re feeling down on yourself. “You don’t know that. Stranger things have happened. Odd couples make it all the time. And yeah, Sarah’s someone you need to talk about. But I think it’ll be okay. We’ve known Joel since we were kids. He’s always been that great guy. I don’t think that’ll change.” 

“You believe that?” You ask as you wipe the tears from your eyes. You must look ridiculous. Crying over a boy. No, not even a boy. A man! But you’re not really crying over him. You’re crying because…because your heart gushes for him. 

Harmony offers a sympathetic smile, and you take it. You need it. She has no idea what you are going through. She got lucky with Elijah. She never had to date around. She never fell for someone unsuitable for her. But you still believe her when she comforts you. “I really do,” she answers you. “Something tells me you two will be fine.” 

She looks down at your phone, arching her eyebrows as it vibrates against her table again. You know it’s Joel. She knows it’s Joel. It’s the third time it’s gone off since you’ve started talking. And aside from her, you don't text anyone that much. It's only confirmed when the screen lights up, flashing Joel's name across it. 

“See what I mean?” She teases, sliding your phone across the table towards her. She grabs it before you can snatch it away. “Wow, five notifications, all from Joel. Someone is needy.” She shakes her head with a grin. 

“Harmony!” You threaten with grabby hands. “Give it back! He’s just having a bad day.” 

You tell her that it’s no big deal. You’ll answer back when you have a minute. You don’t mind letting it go so you can talk to her uninterrupted. She doesn’t care, though. She’s curious. 

“A bad day, huh?” She purses her lips as she enters your passcode. Your phone dances in her hands as it goes off again. She nearly drops it from surprise, but quickly catches it, her thumb opening the message without meaning to. Her eyes fall to the exchange between you and Joel and she wheezes. “Oh my god!” She yelps and tosses the device back over to you. “I did not mean to do that. I’m so sorry. Oh my god.” 

You take your phone back, giving her a strange look. Then you look down at your messages and see what made her so flustered. You suppress a giggle and hold your phone to your chest. “Well, that’s what you get!” You scold playfully. You pull your phone away and smile at the message thread and the last image attached. Joel Miller, grown man, father, and business owner, has sent you a dick pic. 

A nice one, too. 

“Wow,” she reddens, fanning her face with her hand, a wild look in her eyes. “Well, you weren’t lying,” she manages to choke out, still shocked by the photo. “He sends you nudes? How old is he!” 

“I told you, he’s having a bad day!” You defend as you get another message. This one even makes your face heat up. He’s filthy, even through text. 

Be at my apartment by the time I’m off work. Shit day. Need that sweet little pussy to make me feel better. 

“Oh god, what did he send now?” Harmony pushes, noticing the aroused look on your face. 

You don’t say anything, typing out a simple reply of “okay” with a winky face emoticon. Joel may be years older than you, but sometimes, he has the personality of a horny teen. And the string of emojis he sends to show his appreciation solidifies that fact. 

“Nothing,” you finally shrug and lock your phone, putting it away in your purse to avoid further embarrassment. “I just have a date tonight.” 

“A date,” she snorts, quotation marks around the word date. “Elijah always sexts me when he wants a date," she mocks. 

“Mhm,” you stick out your tongue and reach for your sangria. You raise your glass, and Harmony rolls her eyes but joins you in a toast. “To happiness,” you say with a satisfied smile. 

“To happiness,” Harmony replies as your glasses clink. 

-

The outside of Joel’s apartment is dull. The paint is a dark heather gray, and wall sconces are dimly lit. You feel like a creeper as you sit in front of his door. But you don’t have a key. And you were being the good girl you always are, doing as he requested and showing up at his apartment by the time he got off work. He's the one not following his own plan. 

The elevator finally dings, and you stand, brushing off your short skirt. You figured the look might impress Joel and make that tension lessen. You dressed up in a pretty package for him to unwrap. 

“You’re late,” you scold as soon as Joel steps foot off the elevator. He walks up to you, a pouty look on his lips and his head down. 

“I know, princess,” he sighs. “I’m sorry. Tommy held me back for a little to talk about this pain in the ass client. I tried to get away sooner, but he’s so damn chatty.” 

You laugh a little and bring your hands up to his shoulders. You press hard into his tensed muscles, rubbing deep patterns to help him relax. “It’s okay, you’re here now. Tell me what happened. Maybe I can make it better?” 

Joel grins and grabs your hips as you step up on your tiptoes. He pulls you up to him, kissing your soft, silky lips, and inhales deeply, breathing in your sweet, candylike scent. He brushes his hands down around your ass, up the frilly skirt you’re wearing, pleased and turned on to find you without panties. 

“Bad day, good girl,” he mumbles against your lips, backing you up against his front door. Your arms circle his neck, kissing him harder as he fumbles with his keys. You don’t let up until he gets the door unlocked and grabs you by the hair, forcing you to stop. “Don’t think my neighbors would approve of a show,” he says, nipping down to your neck. He glides one of his hands up your thigh, squeezing your ass possessively. “That and I don’t want anyone else to see you like this,” he whispers. 

You smile and tap on his shoulders, pouting up at him. “Then take me inside, Mr. Miller,” you purr, trailing your fingers down his chest. “You tease me all day with your dirty words and pretty pictures of your cock. Don’t you think I deserve a reward?” 

Joel smirks and forces open his door. You turn and bounce into the apartment, the sting of Joel’s hand against your ass making you giggle. He follows closely behind you, touching you wherever he can until you fumble your way into his bedroom. 

He flicks on the lights and moves you over to the bed. You kiss him again, desperate for his lips anywhere on you. He tastes like coffee, and it’s a flavor you hate, but god, it tastes delicious on him. You moan into his mouth, flicking your tongue against his as your fingers work to undo his stubborn belt. 

To your surprise, Joel swats your hands away. You complain, of course, which causes him to laugh. He pulls back and bops you on the nose, making you flinch. “So impatient, baby,” he says, cupping your face in his hands. “Maybe I just wanna talk, huh? You’re just so eager to hop on my dick.” 

“Hey!” You gasp, wiggling out of his hold. “We can talk if you want. I like talking to you,” you take his hands in yours, holding them tight. “But you’re the one who said something about an annoying client, and needing me to make you feel better… Or was it my pussy?” 

“Okay, you little shit,” Joel spins you around as you laugh. He grabs your hips roughly and pushes your knees against the mattress. “Get on the bed, ass in the air,” he says darkly, giving your bottom a smack for good measure. 

You do as you're told and climb onto the bed on all fours. Joel wastes no time as he pulls your ass up, pushing your head down against the mattress and lifting up your skirt. He groans at the sight of you and undoes his jeans. 

“Do you know how fucking perfect you are?” He asks, pulling his cock out and stroking himself slowly. You are such a pretty view. He's the luckiest guy in the world to have you. You're young, stunning, and in a way, you complete him. 

You nod wordlessly, pushing your ass out, begging for any kind of touch from him. You wish you could see Joel - see his expressions, the attractive look on his face as he touches himself. It’s not fair. 

But then he drops to his knees and grabs you by your hips, earning a gasp from your throat. You feel his warm hands caress your ass and let out a happy sigh, resting your forehead against his fluffy blankets. His wet tongue startles you, slipping between your folds, lapping up your sweetness. You groan as he licks up your slit, his rough beard tickling your sensitive skin as he goes. 

“Yes, Joel,” you whimper out, pushing back against his face. He encourages you, delving his tongue deeper inside you, pulling another erotic sound from your lips. You grab at the blankets on the bed, gritting your teeth together as you revel in Joel’s expert mouth working on your clit. 

He eats you out with intensity, starting slow and making you squirm until you drive back against him for more. Then he moves his skilled tongue quicker, dragging through your dripping core, gathering your slick on his lips. He moans at how good you taste, his hand dropping back down to his painfully hard dick. 

“Oh god, Joel,” you moan as his mouth teases your clit again. “Mr. Miller, please,” you whimper, spurring him on. He flicks his tongue inside you as a response, coaxing you to keep going. He likes when you praise him. He likes when you beg. “Fuck, just like that,” you mewl. 

Your noises are loud, sounding through the room, and Joel jerks himself faster at the way you cry out for him, burying his face into your cunt. You pant out his name, struggling to hold yourself up, nearly collapsing when he pushes a finger into you. These feelings are almost too much. You can barely take it, and when he hums into you, you begin to unravel. 

He breaks away from you for only a second, his finger still plunging in and out of you. “Go ahead, baby girl, cum on my tongue. Fuck, I wanna taste all of you. Give me everything.” And that’s enough. Joel presses his tongue back into you, and you tremble as your orgasm crashes over your body, making you cum all over Joel’s tongue. He groans and licks up all of your juices before standing back up, swatting your reddening ass cheeks again. 

His rough hands trail up the curves of your sides, and he slams his throbbing dick into you, knocking the air from your lungs. A strangled cry breaks free, and you crumple onto the bed. “Harder,” you groan into your arm, pushing for him to keep going. 

“Dirty girl,” he growls as he pulls your body up. Your back is firmly pressed to his chest. One of his hands holds your hip tightly while the other grabs your throat. “You like that?” He grunts, snapping up into you. “Like when I use you? Oh, princess,” he sighs, digging his fingers into the sides of your neck. “Feel so good… Best fuck I’ve ever had,” he compliments, pounding into your sensitive pussy hard and fast. 

“Yes,” is all you manage to breathe out as you lean back on him. He thrusts up into you, hitting deeper, your hand grabbing the one he has wrapped tightly around your throat. You feel powerless against him, like a doll he can throw around. But it turns you on the way his strong figure takes over your smaller frame, grabbing you, moving you into any position he wants. 

“You’re exactly what I needed,” he grumbles in your ear. “Needed this pretty pussy to fuck. Christ, you’re incredible.” He groans, holding your body as he picks up speed. “Fuck, and you’re mine, right? My girl?” You whimper, and he takes that as a yes, smiling into your hair. “Mr. Miller’s girl.”

“Fuck me,” you whine so desperately it almost sounds like you’re crying. Joel laughs at your exhaustion, and you groan. He’s so sexy it’s absurd. “Use me, Mr. Miller,” you beg, your mind cloudy and vision blurry. “Fuck me harder. I can take it. Give it to me.”

He tightens his grip on your throat and moves faster, just as you ask. You feel yourself getting dizzy, his hard dick so deep inside you and his hand on your throat sending you into ecstasy. Joel forces you to face him, panting in his mouth as he kisses you. Your lidded eyes meet his eyes, and you see something so different swimming in those hazel hues. You see adoration. 

Joel groans as he releases his grip on you, pushing you onto your hands and knees. You gasp hard for air, mewling when his hand slaps your ass hard. He’s really giving you his all, slamming into you with no mercy, forcing you to take his thick cock. You grab at the mattress and beg for more even though he’s given you everything. It just doesn’t seem like enough. You need this man more than you’ve ever needed anyone. 

“So good to me, baby girl,” Joel praises you. You hang your head down and seize your eyes shut. Another sting on your ass makes you moan out, and Joel grunts as your walls squeeze his cock. “My favorite girl, you know that? Always have been. Just now for different reasons.” 

His confession goes straight to your heart, making it beat faster. It’s too soon. Far too soon. But you’re falling in love with this man. You know you are. 

“Joel!” You cry out as he grabs your hair, tangling his fingers in it. The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoes through his room, and it’s such a fucking dirty sound that makes him fuck you harder. His mattress shamefully squeaks beneath you. The roots of your hair tingle from his grip, but it feels so good to be fucked like this. 

“You close, sweetheart?” He asks as you collapse onto the bed, concealing your face in your arms. Joel leans over you and bites your shoulder. “Are you gonna be a good girl and cum again for me?” 

“Yes, yes,” you gasp, and he pushes you down flat, grabbing your arms and pulling them behind you. He holds them back, drilling into you, moaning your name in a deep, raspy voice. 

“Mr. Miller,” you whimper, and he likes the sound so much that he growls and lowers himself against your back. His breath is hot on your neck as he pins your arms to the bed. 

“Yes, baby girl?” Joel purrs, sliding in and out of you quickly. “You wanna cum? You think you can cum just like this? Huh?” 

“Uh huh,” you moan, your head a mess, overwhelmed by pleasure. Joel sits up, grabbing your ass again because he can’t get enough of it. And you’re right there. Just one more push, and you’ll lose it. 

“So gorgeous, baby girl,” he says. And it's just what you need. His charming words send you over the edge, and you clench around him. He twitches and buries his face into your neck. “Can I cum inside you, baby? You know you look so pretty filled with my cum.” 

“Yes, please, Joel,” you gasp, tired, sweaty, and out of breath. With your consent, Joel thrusts into you one more time, shooting his load deep inside of you. 

Bright colors flash behind your eyelids as you come down from your high. Joel slips out of you and falls to your side, his arm eagerly wrapping around you and pulling you close. You can hear his heavy breathing and can sense how tired he looks. It makes a smile etch onto your lips. You open your eyes and blink over at him. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, much softer than his previous touches. He gently wipes your sticky hair from your face and traces your lips. “It wasn’t too much?” 

“I’m fine,” you assure him, though your cracked voice would suggest otherwise. “Why do you ask?” You roll closer to him, his hot skin prickling with sweat. Your bodies are searing, but you feel comfortable next to him.  

“Just makin’ sure I didn’t hurt you,” he says quietly. 

“Not at all,” you giggle, sitting up slightly to press kisses to his bare chest. “You can take your frustrations out on me if it means more sex like that,” you wink. 

“You’re filthy,” he snorts and sits up, urging you to follow. He slouches off the bed and pulls you up with him, your weak legs working hard. 

“I’m sorry you had a bad day,” you say as he leads you to the bathroom, hand linked with yours. 

“Fucking awful,” he scoffs as you stop at the shower. He rotates the nozzle, letting the water heat up. “But I’m so thankful to come home to you,” he says, and you’re not sure if he realizes that those words have a huge impact on you. “Thank you. Really, princess. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

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Such a Messy Affair

this is not a request it’s just me getting this idea out of my head bc I literally can’t stop thinking about Lady D and I can’t get any other work done unless I finish it so here ya go, surprise fic!

Summary: Letting Alcina drink your blood is... messy to say the least

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,896

Warnings: vampire sssssssssmuttttttt, bath sex, biting, blood drinking, blood kink (you know how it is), possessive!Alcina but she is a softie. PSA: don’t do this in real life I beg you

Offering your own blood for your monstrous lover instead of her cutting through the servants like butter seemed an easy solution at first. You figured, with her pristine and noble behaviour, it’d be a quick and simple activity to do every couple days or weeks. She’d let you recover, eat some food, and maybe spend some time ravishing you while you rested on the bed. That sounded nice.

And sometimes it was like that. Sometimes it was a couple of drops, and she was fine. Sometimes you could still stand afterwards, and there was only a dull throb in your neck for a few hours.

But you hadn’t realized what your offer really meant. You hadn’t exactly seen how Alcina would feed on anyone else, and thus you weren’t prepared for one of the first times where she really, desperately, needed to feed.

It was late one night, and though Alcina barely ever slept, she would always come see you and spend time with you even if it meant she wouldn’t stay to slumber by your side. She had been out and about with her daughters, and when she got back she spent more time in the wine cellar than usual. 

You were waiting up for her patiently, but your mortal body didn’t like that, and you had almost drifted off to sleep when the door slammed open. Alcina looked pale, nearly sweaty, and downright feral as she stared at you from the doorway. You knew immediately that she was hungry.

You had barely offered her to drink your blood when she had stumbled into the bedroom, golden eyes flashing red, and you were pushed back onto the mattress, her whole body covering yours in a flash.

You squeaked in surprise as she tugged the collar of your shirt down, smoothing your skin with a trembling hand before pressing her fangs into the tender flesh without hesitation. Before, she’d stab you just a little, leaving a surface level cut, and then suck the wound. This time, she pushed even deeper, mouth growling and moaning against your skin. Your head swam as you felt her draining you.

Then she pulled away, suddenly, and the deep puncture wounds kept oozing blood. Usually, she’d spend her sweet time licking up the last few red streaks, but something told you she wasn’t interested in that tonight.

She yanked the shirt even further down, ripping the fabric, and then her teeth sank into your upper arm, taking you by surprise. A sharp ‘oh!’ escaped you, and Alcina grunted in approval at the sound. Your fingers twitched as they started to feel tingly and she managed to compose herself enough to pull away before your arm dried up and fell off entirely.

She straddled your legs as she sat up, chin smeared with blood and resembling her daughters more than usual. You knew she didn’t place all of her weight on you, because otherwise you would definitely die by being crushed. Instead, you felt her presence on you, a comforting heaviness that made your heart and mind woozy. 

Alcina tugged off her gloves with her snarling teeth, and grabbed your waist, shuffling down to your middle and biting right through the fabric of your shirt just above your hip. 

Her hands gripped your thighs, keeping them still, reminiscent of how she’d pin you down when she fucked you with her tongue, and you couldn’t help but squirm as something warm that wasn’t blood flooded your core. 

Warm blood kept trickling down your neck and soaking the fine silken sheets underneath, but you were both too far gone to notice it. She didn’t drink as much from this wound as the other two, sucking lightly and laving her tongue over your heated skin, and now you really were turned on.

Your hand grabbed at her curled and styled hair, pushing through the dark locks to hold her head as you whined. You would have lifted your head to look at her, to see those hungry eyes stare at you, but you thought a movement that simple would still definitely make you pass out at this point.

You whined in protest as she pulled away, releasing your body, shuffling off of your legs. You heard her heavy breathing, saw her tall shadow in the dim firelight, and knew that in a few moments, the well-mannered, sultry-voiced matriarch would come back to you.

You were sticky down below, nearly embarrassingly so. You weren’t wearing pants, and your underwear was soaked, though now it seemed it wasn’t just the  arousal that was staining it. 

You raised a hand to your neck, tracing the sensitive and abused skin and pulling away to find streaks of blood along your fingers.

“Oh.. my..” you heard Alcina breathe, “I believe I have turned you into a bit of a massacre, dear one.”

You chuckled weakly, head spinning from blood loss and arousal, and you wished you had the strength to get up and fuck Alcina yourself, but your consciousness was slipping.

“I have to clean you up,” your lover began, hovering over you once more, tender hands reaching to hold you.

You shook your head, “n-no.. don’t have the strength..”

Alcina hesitated, but saw your eyes glossing over, and relented.

“At least let me stop the bleeding,” she murmured. You nodded, and barely registered her pressing fabric or bandages of some kind to all three wounds.

“Oh, I’ve really pushed you this time, didn’t I, sweet girl?” Alcina muttered apologetically as you laid there, limp and nearly asleep. You managed a near-drunken smile and raised your hands to beckon her closer, to hold you.

“Hmm.. don’t mind,” you replied. Her body dipped onto the mattress, tutting at the blood stains, and quickly removed her expensive dress so that you came in contact with glorious, soft and pale skin as she cuddled you. “Sleep?”

“Sleep,” Alcina agreed, and you drifted off.

-

When you woke up, the world was a little clearer again, and you felt refreshed. You still felt somewhat empty, and weak, but not as bad as before. You were still in the bed, and still covered in dried up blood, but the sheets were changed and you were lying on a large towel to catch any other drips.

“I was going to clean you up while you were sleeping, but I feared I’d hurt you,” Alcina said softly. You saw her sitting at the vanity, in a white silken bathrobe, brushing through her hair. 

You sat up slowly, peeling the bandages off of you. The holes had closed up, and there seemed to be no infection, much to your relief.

“I must apologize, I don’t know what came over me,” Alcina said, watching as you inspected the wounds, “I just... I needed...”

“It’s alright,” you said, meeting her eyes with a sweet smile, “you haven’t eaten in a while, and you seemed to be so drained that.. well, I can’t expect you to not be.. ravenous once in a while.”

“Hmm,” Alcina sighed, tapping her fingers on her desk as a servant came in with a platter of food. She helped you sit up and placed it over your lap.

“Eat, my pet,” Alcina said once you were alone again, “you need your strength.”

“You’re not still hungry, are you?” you asked as you dug into the bread and meats you had in front of you.

“No, no,” she waved her hand in dismissal. Then, after a pause, “at least not for your blood, sweetling.”

You nearly choked on your food at the dark tone her voice had suddenly taken on. She stood up and sauntered over to the bed, her robe loosening enough so you could see more of her ample cleavage, but still left you craving more.

She sat down next to you, inspected your body, and her nostrils flared as she looked over the dried blood staining your skin. You kept nibbling on some bread, knowing you face must be flushed.

“You reacted... differently, than how you normally do when I drink from you,” she murmured, her low voice making you tremble. She had impeccable smell, and you knew she would have been able to sense your arousal when she had pinned you down and feasted on you.

You blushed, but managed to say, “you were very... insistent. Like how you are when we’re in bed, and I guess my body just...” you lifted a shoulder and shrugged to finish your sentence.

Alcina tilted her head in thought, and a wide, gorgeous grin took over her face, making you tremble underneath her gaze.

“I’ve had a bath drawn,” she said, switching the topic suddenly. “Let me clean you up? Please?”

You nodded before you even realized it, and she tugged you away from your meal, lifting you in her arms before heading into the bathroom. 

She let you undress yourself, slipped off her robe and stepped into the bath, a loud, pleasured groan escaping her as the hot water surrounded her. You blushed, and hurried after her.

Getting into the bath was a workout in itself. You had to hoist yourself up and climb over the edge quite unceremoniously. Alcina caught you before you submerged into the water and let you climb into her lap.

Her finely manicured nails scratched along your scalp, helping ease the tension and making you sigh contently, leaning forward and letting your head drop on the tops of her breasts. A deep chuckle from her vibrated through you, and some of the water around you rippled with the motion. 

One of the puncture wounds on your neck had opened up again, oozing a little blood. You only noticed because Alcina had pounced on it with her wicked tongue before you could react.

“I can always smell you so clearly when you’re in the bath with me,” she grunted, “every part of you. Your blood, sweat.. and arousal.”

You whined as her hands wrapped around you tightly, her mouth pressed against your neck. Your back arched, head tipping back, and you grabbed at her hair, now wet and silky from the water. 

The blood was already washing off of you from the water alone, but Alcina kept her promise and grabbed some soap and a washcloth, rubbing along your body. Your eyes fluttered, your hips bucked, and you felt like drowning in her touch.

The blood was gone quickly, and the wounds didn’t threaten to drain you dry anymore, but Alcina kept washing your body with a gentle touch. She lowered her head to your neck again, this time pressing soft kisses until you trembled.

Determined not to let her have her way entirely, you yanked sharply at the dark tresses in her hair. You knew how sensitive she was along her scalp, and how much she enjoyed it when you pulled. Her head shot up in surprise and a strained gasp escaped her mouth. 

You took the opportunity and lunged forward to kiss her on her lips, slipping your tongue inside with a vengeance.

A hand slid between your wet bodies and cupped your sex without hesitation, and you squealed, your legs locking at the sudden pressure.

Alcina began gently rubbing along your slit, the palm of her hand pressing into your clit, and you held onto her for dear life, gasping raggedly.

“Tell me how it made you feel, dear,” she hissed, “when I feasted on you, when I needed you.”

You squirmed, arched your back, bit your lip and whined as her fingers pressed a little harder, threatening to slip inside but not quite.

“I-I felt..” you began, gasping as her long tongue stroked up your neck to behind your ear. 

“I felt.. like I was floating,” you tried again, “like I was swimming in.. in air, and- and you were the only thing grounding me.”

“Oh?” there was a teasing and light-hearted tone in Alcina’s voice, but her grip tightened and you knew she was enjoying this.

“W-with your hands..” you sighed, pleasure clouding your mind, “so strong and holding me down, so I wouldn’t float up all the way to space.. keeping m-me where I- where I belong. In our bed, in.. in your arms.”

Alcina snarled with lust, and pushed inside your cunt with three unforgiving fingers. You cried out, nearly screamed, as she began thrusting relentlessly. The water was already brimming the edge of the tub, and now it was spilling onto the bathroom floor with loud sloshes. You could barely hold on as you clung to Alcina’s neck, letting her one hand fuck you and the other grab your waist as  she bounced you in her hold, because you couldn’t find purchase for you feet to move yourself.

She fucked you until you nearly blacked out, the rough pace and your still-sluggish brain making you limp in her grip. All you could do was whine and plead, kissing her neck, her jaw, anywhere you could reach. 

With a sharp jab and a curl of her fingertips you came, unabashedly, all over her hand. You couldn’t smell your arousal over the flowery bath oils, but you knew she could, and her breathing was ragged in your ear as she slowly stroked your inner walls, feeling you clench around her.

You could barely catch your breath before her mouth was on yours, hard and sloppy, and you knew she needed release as soon as possible. But it was a bit difficult with the current position you were in. Going down on her would surely end in drowning and your arms were not long enough to reach under the water between her legs. 

“Alcina..” you whispered, making her golden eyes focus on you intently. You snuggled a little closer, kissed her chest and practically climbed up her body to meet her gaze.

“Will you... will you touch yourself for me?” you asked, voice timid. Alcina stared into your eyes a moment, and you pressed on, “I wanna see you come undone. Like this. A-and I can’t.. you know.. reach.”

That made her smile a bit, and you brimmed with glee at the sight. Slowly, ever so slowly, her hand dipped underneath the water. First her fingertips would rub against her clit, you knew. They’d tease against the hood and her lips until she was riled up. 

You wouldn’t be able to see through the bubbles and water down below, so you kept your gaze on her face. Watched the small lines that formed between her brows as they furrowed in concentration. Her eyelashes fluttering as she pressed a little harder, her lips parting a bit more as she breathed a little deeper.

You bit your own lip, and felt your cunt pulse at the sight. You knew then, when she was hot and squirming, she would ease the hood back and press directly against the sensitive bundle of nerves, making short, quick motions with her fingers until her hips began rocking.

You had seen it all, had delved between her legs with abandon, had used your hands until they ached, and your jaw until you felt numb. But this.. seeing her come undone, seeing it in her eyes and face.. It made you burst with love and lust.

“That’s it..” you urged as the water began sloshing again, and she began working the whole of her arm, “you look so beautiful, Alcina.”

She groaned deeply, head tipping back, revealing a creamy neck that begged to be sucked. If this was how she felt when seeing your throat, you could understand why she had barely any control when feeding from you.

“I’m yours,” you whispered as you leaned forward, kissing her chin and going down her neck, “only yours. I wanna watch you come, so badly, mistress.”

“Fuck.”

You smiled, looked up at her, and kept going, “to know that I make you feel like this.. I really am the luckiest human in the world, hm?”

“O-oh, little one,” she whined, bucking her hips, nearly throwing you out of the bath. You wondered how many fingers she had inside herself.

“Will you come for me?” you asked, sweetly, “will you come for your pet?”

“I just wanna make you feel good,” you purred, losing yourself in your train of thought as you pressed your face in her neck, “I just wanna be of service to you, my lady. Wanna please you.”

With a loud cry that was a borderline roar, Alcina’s arm tensed, fingers rubbing vigorously, and her hips raised out of the water and locked. You were raised out of the water too, and held on for dear life as tremors overtook her body.

You leaned forward and kissed her as she gasped and thrashed about. One of her hands grabbed the back of yoru head and pushed you as close to her as possible.

“Love you,” you mumbled as she fell back in the water again, her arm going limp, “love you more than anything.”

Her chuckle made your head spin, and her hands trailed up and down your back, like they did when washing you. She was still breathing heavily, but the lust and hunger in her was finally sated.

“You’re perfect, sweetling,” she whispered, raising your hands to her mouth and kissing along your palm. You instantly cupped her face and swiped your thumb along her cheekbone.

“The perfect little pet,” she sighed.

A/N: i saw a head canon somewhere that Alcina has a loyalty kink? Yeah I agree :) let me know if you like it~

[shotofire]

Ethereal

Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

(Requested) I changed a small part of it, I hope you don’t mind anon.

Overview: Levi has an s/o who works at a flower shop

Warnings: Cursing, smut mention, age gap (legal of course), mentions of death

Season: Not specified, but I imagine it in the 1-2 range

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Most knew about the flower shop by the name of Sweet Stems within the walls of Rose. It’s funny, really, to have that kind of shop behind a wall with the same name as a flower. It’s been in the same spot for years, selling the most vibrant and smell good flowers anyone has ever encountered. Business hasn’t been slow since day one, everyone adored the place.

Women grew up dreaming a boy would buy them beautiful flowers from the shop. It’s a vibrant spot on a world of grey and fear, and everyone wants a peice of it. Most felt as if they’ve stepped into another world once they’ve gone in, and that’s why Levi Ackerman loves it so much. He’ll sneak off during his free time just to smell the flowers and bask in their energy.

Sometimes Levi can’t stop himself from buying a bouquet, falling in love with how it makes him feel. His favorite are the purple lavender flowers, the smell reminds him of his mother. It brings him comfort and warmth to have them around, to smell them whenever his mind is struggling.

Everytime he goes it’s the same sweet old lady standing behind the counter with a smile. She has a strong liking for Levi, he reminds her of someone she once knew in her younger years. “My granddaughter is going to start helping me out, so I won’t always be here.” She’d said to him one day, but he didn’t think much into it. He assumed it would be a child trying to make extra money for toys.

Levi was pleasantly surprised when a beautiful women approached him on his next visit, asking him if he was in need of assistance. Honestly, calling the girl beautiful is an understatement. She’s absolutely breathtaking, and had Levi at a loss for words. Her eyes sparkled when she spoke, and a smile was on her face. “Are you a regular?” She’d asked once he’d come back a week later, buying the same lavender flowers as before. “Somewhat.”

There’s no denying the mans attractiveness. Even with the stone cold expression she can feel his warmth within. “I’m y/n, possibly the new store owner.” Her hand was held out for him to take, and he accepts it. “I’m Levi.” “Oh, my grandmother has told me about you,” her eyes light up, “she said that you’re a kind soul.” No one has ever referred to him as that, most found him extremely intimidating. It was refreshing to know someone didn’t see him that way.

Visit after visit Levi began talking to her more. Conversation wasn’t his strong suit, but her personality made it easy. Everything he said, even the most random things, somehow she could say something about it. “How come you only buy Lavender?” She’d asked him as he was checking out, and he froze up. The old women had never asked him that so he assumed the question would never come up.

She saw the way his body stiffened and immediately regretted asking. “I, um, i’m s-sorry, it’s none of my business. I just didn’t know if you were buying them for a possible girlfriend or something-“”They remind me of my mother.” He cut her off from her rambling. “She died when I was really young and the smell makes me remember things about her that age has taken away from me,” there’s a small smile on his face. As if talking about it somewhat makes him feel better. “That’s wonderful.”

There was no clarification of when the relationship started. Maybe it was when she’d closed up the shop and he’d kissed her under the moonlight. Or maybe it was in her bedroom when he’d stripped her bare and kissed every inch of her skin. There’s no denying they are a couple, and Levi is madly in love. He noticed early on that her smell changed with the day. Sometimes she’d smell of lily’s, violet’s, or tulips, but his favorite on her is orchids.

Being with someone in the survey corps is hard on the young girl, even if many have said Levi is the worlds strongest soldier. She’s witnessed the titans unruly actions and it scared her senseless. But it was too late to turn back, her heart was already smitten with his. Months went by of laughter and kissing, and getting to know one another.

Levi didn’t like talking about his profession, it was too dark for her light heart. She made him feel as if nothing bad could happen as long as he is with her. It didn’t take much convincing for her to get him to occupany her on a picnic. They laid there in a field of flowers, looking up at the clouds. “That one looks like a elephant,” she says, her eyes doing the beautiful sparkle that he loves. Seeing her like this made him feel all tingly.

“You’re ethereal.” Her head turned quickly to him, seeing the pure adoration in his face. “T-Thank you.” He always knew how to have her stumbling over her words. They stayed like that for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes. Levi was first to break the silence, “I love you.” That isn’t something he just says, honestly he doesn’t think he’s ever said it. Not even to his mother, not that he can remember. “I love you,” she said back with a growing blush. His lips are quick to attack to hers under the warmth of the sun.

His comrades noticed his growing absences. It’s not like the man needs training, he’s strong and skilled beyond most. Yet they still found it odd and wondered where he always ran off to. “Where are you going?” Hange asked while she stepped infront of him, blocking his way out. “Don’t worry about it.” He slipped underneath her arm that was pressed against the wall next to her, running off before he could be stopped.

“He wouldn’t tell me!” Hange says in a frustrated tone, hands flying in the air. Erwin is determined to know where the man is running off to just like Hange. “What if we followed him?” Hange asks. The commander knows it’s a total invasion of privacy, but he can’t help himself. And even if he doesn’t follow through Hange is going to anyway.

It’s a beautiful day and the sky is clearer than it’s been in weeks. As soon as Levi saw the bright sun above he knew it’s a perfect time to see y/n. It’s a Sunday so the shop is usually closed, so he’ll walk to her home only a block away.

You’d think the worlds strongest soldier might notice a pair of nosey friends following him. But his mind is set on her, and what’s infront of him. Hange and Erwin are close behind, but not too close, making sure to keep their distance as best as possible. They hide behind corners a few times to let Levi get more ahead.

The walk began to feel like forever to the prying two, then Levi begins to approach a small home decorated in vines and flowers. It looks straight out of a fantasy book, definitely not this mans type of scene. He looks out of place standing infront with a black jacket on his upper half and dark brown pants on his lower.

Levi knocks on the wooden door and Hange doesn’t even blink as she waits for it to open. She literally lets out the loudest gasp that has anyone nearby turning their heads to look. Erwin is about to thump the back of her head but he’s soon left speechless as well. The door has opened, and the beautiful girl Levi has grown so fond of wraps her arms around his neck and presses a kiss to his lips.

“There’s no fucking way,” Hange says as she rubs her eyes. “I’m dreaming right? I’m going to wake up soon.” She keeps letting out random phrases. Erwin is surprised too considering all his years he’s known the man. At this point the commander wasn’t even sure if Levi was interested in girls, or let alone people.

“She’s beautiful,” Hange says while inching closer. Erwin grabs her shoulders and pulls her back, “Remember we are not supposed to be here.” He can definitely agree that she’s beautiful, and obviously a bit younger than the captain. He wondered how a girl like her had even met Levi.

Hange can’t help but giggle at the sight of thr girl kissing Levi’s cheek as heat rises to his face. “Oh my gosh- he’s blushing! Have you ever seen Levi have that look on his face?” “I definitely have not.” The comrad’s felt as if they are looking at a whole different person. In a way they were, this is a different side of Levi that only comes out for y/n.

“I want to go say something, I don’t even care if it pisses him off,” Hange says and she moves too quickly for Erwin to stop her. “Hange, no! Fucking shit.” Shes next to the couple in an instant and Levi almost faints when he sees his friends face. “What the hell are you doing here?” Is the first thing he asks, with a wildly confused look in his eyes.

The beautiful mystery girl, to Hange and Erwin, looks at the stranger with equal confusion. She didn’t know of Levi’s comrades or even how living situations worked. “Erwin and I,” Hange motions to the commanders frame peaking around a nearby corner, “wanted to see where you’ve been sneaking off to for months, and now we know.” “So you guys invaded my privacy?”

Hange rolls her eyes at him instantly, “Whatever, we just wanted to make sure you weren’t doing some weird stuff.” She turns her attention to the unnamed person before her, “I’m Hange, a comrad of Levi’s, nice to meet you!” “I’m y/n.” The two shake hands. “And what are you to dear, sweet little Levi?” It takes everything in him to not yell at Hange to leave right now. “I, um, i’m, his girl- well-“ “She’s my girlfriend, so please don’t scare her off.” Weight comes off the girls shoulders as Levi answers for her.

As said before, the relationship has never been established. It hasn’t even been labeled. So to be asking her that infront of Levi she wasn’t too sure what to say. But Levi calling her his girlfriend makes her feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. “Well i’ve gotten all the info I need, carry one.” Y/n definitely is beyond confused with what’s happening, and not used to Hange’s odd personality.

Before Hange can say anything else, or Erwin decides to but in, Levi is pushing y/n inside her home and slamming the door behind him. “Wha-“”Anywhere we go today my nosey comrades are going to follow,” there’s a dark look on his face, the same one he has that makes her knees weak, “so we are stuck inside.” Maybe it’s the annoyance with Hange and Erwin, or the fact that she looks stunning right now... little bit of both... but Levi just wants to get his hands on her.

His hands rest on her waist and she shivers, the slightlest touch feeling like waves. One hand trails up her waist, fingers pressing to the delicate skin of her neck. “I’m sorry they interrupted our day. Can I make it up to you?” She nods frantically and he smirks, “Use your words.” “Yes, please.” He immediately connects his lips to hers softly, slowly beginning to lead to her bedroom.

Today she smells of orchids.

[infernal-fire]

Love, At First Sight

Warnings: some extreme fluff, strong language/ swearing

Pairing(s): Ransom x you

Summary: Love, at first sight, doesn’t exist. And Ransom has never been proven otherwise.

Word Count: 1600

I was inspired to write this after reading “It Was Only A Kiss” by the Queen of fluff, smut, angst and everything in between: @navybrat817  :)

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Love at first sight. 

That is the most ridiculous thing Ransom had ever heard. And he has heard some bullshit. 

The only thing he could tell from looking at someone for the first time was whether they were of any use to him or not. So when Meg was rambling on about love, that too, at first sight, Ransom scoffed at the idea. He bit into his overpriced biscuit with a roll of his eyes, pausing the conversation that he was unwilling to entertain any longer. 

“You know what Ransom, I’m not surprised you’re dismissing the idea without even hearing it,” Meg challenged.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” he retorted, a bit amused by her slight outburst.

“If your parents bothered with you, maybe you would understand what it’s like to be loved by someone.”

Although he didn’t show it, it struck a chord in him. It wasn’t something he dared to complain about anymore, but there was a time he would have done anything for their affection. 

“Okay then, let’s hear this horseshit you’re spewing,” he replied, not breaking the façade of smugness.

“When you meet someone, your subconscious and unconscious mind pick up patterns in their behaviour, little mannerisms and anything it can get its hands on. Your conscious mind interprets that as vibes. So you get a bad vibe from someone, it’s ‘cause your mind recognizes it from somewhere else, someone you don’t like.” 

“And what does this have to do with love at first sight?” Ransom impatiently tapped his foot. 

“I have a theory that love, at first sight, is possible if you’re in tune with your intuition. You feel good vibes from someone, you ride with it. And there’s a possibility you’ll override the rational part of your brain that tells you that you can’t love someone right after meeting them,” she concluded. “But then again, this only works if you’re capable of loving someone. Otherwise, your brain has no one to reference,” she added. 

Ransom’s jaw clenched before he took in a breath.

“Like I said. Just a bunch of horseshit,” he said, getting up to leave. 

He called it horseshit but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It irked him that no matter how many girls he pulled, not one of them could make him feel the love had Meg described. He concluded that he was incapable of love because, of course,  that was the only plausible explanation.

It was a friend’s birthday. To say the least, he was not looking forward to it. He was in a rare mood to stay home and call it a night instead of getting his dick wet. Unfortunately, his presence was promised - he would rather not hear about this later so he did his future self a favour and got ready. 

His black pants were paired with a maroon sweater that cost a little less than his king-sized bed. A rose-gold watch adorned his wrist and he threw on his signature tan coloured coat. He didn’t want to go but he that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t miss out on the opportunity to advertise his status. 

Walking into the party, he regretted his decision to come at all. The corners were brimming with drunk people, though it had been only 1 hour since the party started. Shrill and irritating voices rung through the air. As usual, girls of no substance clung to every word of the fabricated tales boys told. Despite this, the unsavoury circumstances invited him, called his name even. After all, this was the lifestyle he lived for. 

Taking in the scene before him, he strode down the room. His presence alone demanded respect and attention, both which he got a surplus of at these events.

His stride was abruptly halted when a figure crashed into him, spilling wine down his chest. Sure, it blended in with the sweater, but he was still pissed. Someone didn’t notice him, which caused them to bump into him and that rubbed him the wrong way. 

“Won’t you look where your going, for god fucking sake this is worth more than you,” he snapped at the unsuspecting girl. 

You had a mess of your own to take care of. Wine slipped down your dress, between your cleavage and onto your stomach. You were going to apologize but you heard his comment, paused your sentence to look up at him. 

Laughter echoed in the background and people called Ransom’s name but it was long forgotten when he saw you. 

Love, at first sight.

It didn’t seem so ridiculous anymore. 

The mere sight of you was a harsh contrast to the cruel world he has dealt with his entire life. It was like the universe wrapped and presented you as the embodiment of a second chance for his life. To think that love, at first sight, was ridiculous. 

Your beauty wasn’t something he understood. It wasn’t like the beauty he sought during the lonely hours of night, when he simply required a bedwarmer to ease the ache. It was memorable, almost like a blend of warm vibrancy; a feeling resembling that of the summer’s sun, kissed his skin ever so delicately. 

He thought he was dying for a second. His hands were tingly and would not ease up no matter how much he clenched and unclenched them. His heart dove straight to his stomach, refusing to come up for air as long as he continued to look at you.

You on the other hand, you were conflicted. You were going to give him a piece of your mind for talking to you like that but one look at him and you wanted to run away. It was too intense for you. 

His piercing stare mirrored the moon, melted and poured into the mould that he called eyes. His aura radiated coldness. Yet, you just knew that his hands would be as warm as a bonfire during a snowstorm. Being around him would be like the slight sting that you felt when winter’s breeze grazed your skin. That sting, no matter how painful, is rewarding when you consider his arms that would envelope you as a blanket. 

Momentarily looking into each others eyes, both of you knew. You just knew. You were both thinking the same thing. It felt like eons had passed since the wine spill but logically, you knew it had only been seconds.

“Don’t talk to me like that” you finally blurted. No matter how enamored you were with him, you needed to knock him down a few pegs. 

“I-I… I’m” 

“You’re?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he stuttered. He felt like he would never recover from this embarrassment. 

“I-uhm. It’s okay. I just…” you trailed off, realizing you weren’t even sure what to say. 

“Can we get out of here?” he piped up. 

It took you by surprise because you were thinking the same thing. You considered it too bold a thing to say but here he was. 

You held his wrist and led him out. As soon as you marched out the door, he pulled his arm up, and you assumed he was going to take it out of your grasp. He surprised you though, instead, holding your hand. 

The dress and the sweater became irrelevant; all either of you could focus on was the warm grip you both had on each other’s hands as you strolled through the overly extravagant neighbourhood. 

Part of your mind was screaming at yourself, as was his. He could kill you, you thought. Or do worse. And here you are, walking with a complete stranger through a neighbourhood you don’t even know.

“I thought you felt it too,” he confessed. “That’s why I... really, I don’t ever do this.” 

The old Ransom would have said ‘I know you felt it too.’ It hadn’t been ten minutes since you met him and you were already changing him. 

“I've never done this either. I mean frankly, you could be a murderer and here I am, holding you hand,” you joked. 

“I’m not a murderer,” he chuckled, “But I can’t help but feel a little weird about this.” You looked up at the moon-less night, convinced that it wasn’t a coincidence.

“I know… I-... I don’t even know your name,” you giggled and his heart fluttered around his chest. He couldn’t compare the feeling to butterflies - it was more like hummingbirds, refusing to settle.

“I felt something and it’s weird ‘cause I was so scared. I was scared and overwhelmed by this sort of dread. Dread that was like, what if you didn’t feel the same way?” you rambled, only slightly cautiously. You knew nothing of this man, and you were laying out how you felt in the open?

“My name is Ransom,” he stopped the stroll and faced you, picking up your other arm. 

“Y/N” you meekly responded, having difficulty meeting his eyes. You had never felt such a burn in your cheeks, yet right now, you felt like your face was on fire. 

“Hey, hey” he softly tilted you chin up. “Can we run with this? Whatever this is?” He would get on his knees and plead if he had to. Because you were right; he felt like he would die if you didn’t feel the same way. 

“Please. Let’s run with this. Whatever this is, let’s just run with it,” you agreed and nodded lightly, not breaking out of the stare.

“What is this?” he uttered under his breath and rested his forehead onto yours. 

You closed your eyes and breathed in the same air as him. His warmth and scent reminded you of sugar cookies and pine trees. 

He took in a breath and felt the aroma of vanilla and fresh roses evade his senses.

“I don’t know. But I like it,” you breathed. 

He cupped your face and pulled away to look at your face again. He planted a delicate but firm kiss to your forehead as you encased his waist with your arms, naturally gravitating towards him. He tenderly held your face as he pulled away. One look and you were a goner, but now, you’re utterly floored by the mere thought of him. 

Love, that too, at first sight.

Wasn’t horseshit after all.

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[eberles]

Red Roses

Nolan Patrick

A/N: this is prompted by new found love for Nolan, i’ll admit it took me too long to hop on his train, but i’m here now so you guys get fluffy, smut! 🥰🥰 join my taglist

Warnings: smut, swearing, 18+

Today is a day you weren’t usually fond of because you never had a reason to celebrate. You’d sit at home with chocolate and cry over romance movies or send yourself flowers and act surprised when they got delivered. Today is Valentine's Day and this year you weren’t going to be moping around by yourself choking on heart shaped candies.

You woke up feeling refreshed, a smile immediately planted to your face, a giddy feeling running through your entire body. You unlocked your phone, feeling your cheeks heat up when you saw a “happy valentine’s day, baby!” text from your boyfriend. Your heart pitter-pattering in your chest and the butterflies already erupting in your stomach.

You and Nolan have been together for almost 10 months and it’s been the best 10 months you’ve ever experienced. You’ve been so excited to finally celebrate your first Valentine’s Day with him and although he had practice during the day, he was all yours tonight.

When the evening rolled around you were putting the final touches on your hair when your phone started ringing with an incoming call from Nolan.

“Hi, bub!” you spoke happily into the phone, picturing the way his cheeks get red when you call him pet names and his eyes roll playfully.

“Hi, princess. I’m almost there.” Nolan mumbled, and you felt the excitement wash over you again. You weren’t sure what it was, but you couldn’t contain yourself and the feelings you had about today.

“Make sure you stop and get flowers.” you reminded him jokingly, a small giggle leaving your lips when you heard him fake sigh.

“What if I already did that?” Nolan asked, you could tell by his voice that he was trying to hide his smile, the big bouquet of flowers in the passenger seat next to him.

“Well then you’re perfect.” you laughed, looking in the mirror one last time before you heard a knock on your front door. “You can come in, you know?”

Nolan waited at your front door for you to open it so the first thing you saw was a giant bouquet of roses in his hands. your eyes widened and you let out a small squeal reaching for them, “They’re beautiful, thank you!”

Nolan followed you to the kitchen and watched as you put the flowers into a face on your kitchen island. Once Nolan was able to get a good look at you his breath hitched in his throat, cheeks turning pink, and his eyes looking you up and down. The red dress you were wearing fitting you like a glove and accentuating all your curves perfectly. You smirked, feeling like a queen under his stare and clearing your throat, “Well don’t you look handsome.”

“I’m actually speechless, you’re...stunning.” He finally met your eyes and felt his heart turning to mush at the wide smile covering your face. Nolan placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him and dipping his head down to kiss your lips. He had one hand cupping your face gently, his thumb stroking your cheek delicately, your skin feeling tingly at his touch. “Baby, as much as I wanna take you out, I think we should stay in.”

“But the restaurant-”

“Will still be there tomorrow.” Nolan finished, backing you into the island centered in your kitchen, his hands on your hips leading the way and igniting a fire in your stomach. “I don’t think it’s fair for everyone to see what you in this dress does to me.”

You gulped attempting to cover the small whimper begging to escape at his words filling your ears and your imagination running wild. His lust filled eyes bringing you into a trance, his hands rubbing up and down your sides warming your whole body. Nolan’s lips inched closer and closer to yours until they finally connected in a deep kiss. Your hands tangle in his hair pulling him closer to you, while Nolan’s hands travel the length of your torso landing on your butt giving it a soft squeeze. You gasped into his mouth, giving him the perfect opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth.

Nolan pulls away to leave wet kisses down your neck, biting softly at the exposed skin and grabbing the backs of your thighs to hoist you onto the counter. He stood between your legs, your dress bunched up around your upper thighs, as they squeezed his sides. His large hands were around the sides of your face as you kissed, his warm tongue running along your lips before moving into your mouth again. Your hands were wrapped in his hair, pulling slightly at the length, a small moan escaping Nolan’s lips. You pulled apart and he nipped and kissed all around your neck and collarbones leaving marks here and there and you were panting heavily at the contact, feeling the heat pooling between your legs. “Nols, bed. Now.”

Nolan licked his lips, giving you another quick kiss before taking you in his arms and walking down the hall to your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. Nolan put you down in front of your floor length mirror, turning you around so your back was pressed against his chest and you could feel his hard length against you making your legs shaky. His strong gaze looked at you through the mirror and you could feel his fingers toying with the zipper on your dress. “I love this dress, babe, but I’d rather take it off you.”

He kissed your cheek, starting on the zipper moving it down painfully slow. When he finally finished unzipping, you removed the straps letting the red dress fall to the floor before turning around in his arms. You didn’t give him the time to cherish your lingerie before you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. Always loving the way his soft lips feel against your own, the way they always mold together like missing puzzle pieces, you didn’t even mind the slight stubble he had. Your fingers untucked his black dress shirt from his pants before working on undoing the buttons as you kissed him. You finished the buttons, pushing the shirt off his broad shoulders and moving your hands down to undo his belt too.

You pushed his pants down to his ankles and Nolan pulled away from your lips to step out of them. You were about to slip your hands in his boxers, your mouth watering at how hard he was for you, when he grabbed your hands holding them both in his to stop your actions. Both of you were slightly out of breath with your chests rising and falling, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing at all, I just want to appreciate you tonight, pretty girl.” Nolan mumbled, shrugging his shoulders and walking you to your bed. “Lay down.”

You did as he said, laying on your back with your head on the pillows, Nolan hovered above you putting most of his weight on his arms, one of his knees moving between your legs. You moaned at the slight contact, feeling your face heat up when Nolan smirked down at you and started planted kisses on your chest. One of his hands kneading at your breasts over the lace lingerie, his mouth sucking marks into the skin above your bra. He reaches behind you to undo the clasp on your bra, pulling the straps down your arms and throwing the lace somewhere over his shoulder. Nolan sucks in a breath, taking your appearance in, loving the way your hair splays out around your head and how your lips are raw and swollen from kissing him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” you giggled, the butterflies filling your stomach for what felt like the 100th time that day. Nolan had the ability to make you feel like the only person in the world and your heart swelled at that. He left hot kisses on your breast, swirling your nipple around his tongue while his warm hand worked on the other, twisting your nipple between his fingers. Small, needy whimpers left your throat as he switched sides and your hips bucked against his knee in anticipation. He pressed his leg closer to your core giving you a small amount of friction, allowing you to grind into him before moving his leg away.

Nolan continued down your body, leaving wet kisses along your stomach as his hands continued to palm over your breasts, toying with your nipples between his fingers. Your hands were gripping the sheets next to you feeling a burning pit in your stomach dying for release. He licked at the skin above the waistband on your panties and cupped your center feeling how wet you were through the material. “Please do something, Nolan.”

“Be patient, sweetheart.” Nolan admired the lace sitting across your hips before pulling the fabric down your legs and letting you kick it to the floor. He pressed his lips to yours, swiping his middle finger across your core, his thumb working against your clit. You gasped into his mouth, your head rolling back against the pillows as his fingers worked at your entrance, he curled them inside you and his thumb circled around your clit sending you over the edge. A combination of your boyfriend's name and moans leaving your lips as the orgasm hits you. He removes his fingers, licking them clean and holding back a moan, giving you a minute to catch your breath as he takes his boxers off before joining you back on the bed. You moan again watching him, biting your lip seeing his hard length as he lays on his side next to you. The sound of your moans and the taste of you on his fingers only made him want you more, the aura surrounding getting you off was a completely euphoric feeling for him. “You’re so good to me, baby.”

You take him in your hand, pumping him slowly as your thumb swipes across his tip and it takes everything in him to pull your hand away, wanting nothing more than to just be buried inside you. Nolan plants himself between your thighs, positioning himself at your entrance and you cup his cheeks pulling him down for another sweet kiss, your breath hitching feeling his tip run across your wet slit a few times. You both let out throaty moans when he finally entered you, his cock filling you up to the brim, he stayed still letting you adjust to his size like he always did. You moved your legs, wrapping your thighs around his hips pulling him deeper into you, Nolan letting out a small grunt at your movements. “Fuck, you always feel so good.”

You moaned at his small praises and gave him the okay move. He took his time, enjoying every sensation of having you wrapped around him, his thrusts hitting you deep. His chest was pressed against yours, and your fingers were interlaced with his above your head. He kissed your lips, your tongues tangled, both of you moaning and groaning into each other's mouths. His lovely moans filled your ears as he continued his slow thrusting into you. His cheeks were flushed as he pressed his forehead into yours, looking into your eyes, he let out a deep moan feeling your pussy clenching around him. Nolan could tell you were close to the edge and he sped up his thrusts, making sure to hit your sweet spot everytime, your eyes fluttering closed and your head feeling fuzzy. “Open your eyes baby, look at me.”

“Oh god, fuck.” You whimpered, forcing your eyes open no matter at how bad they wanted to squeeze shut at the pleasure taking over your body. Your hands squeezed his as your orgam washed over you, your toes curling and your legs shaking around his hips.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” He fucked you through your orgasm, feeling himself twitch inside you, his own orgasm coming over him as he tightened his grip on your interlaced hands and dug them into the mattress. Nolan pressed his lips into yours as he came down from his high, kissing fervently for a few seconds before he pulled away from your lips, and rolled onto his back with you on top of him, still buried inside you. You laid across his body, your chests pressed together, and you looked into his eyes as he pushed some hair out of your face and moved it behind your ear. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I love you.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, bub, I love you more.”

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[dreamyjoons]

Can we get blowing yoongi while he's on the phone and his other hand is in his cast 🤣

Ifndkdjjdjdj i love this 🥴🥴🥴 thank you!!

W: 1.7k

“It’s my good hand Y/N, I can’t do anything!”

“Stop being so dramatic Yoongi.”

“I’m serious! I can't play piano, I can't practise with the guys, I can’t… take care of myself.” He sighs, slumping back into the chair with a groan.

You fight the giggle that threatens to burst from you, schooling you face into a mask of indifference as he pathetically stares at the tiled ceiling.

“Are you really having a tantrum because you can’t jerk off?”

“No… the piano bit too.”

You can’t help but laugh at him, the tantrum he was about to throw getting more and more animated.

You did sympathise with him, really. Surgery and a full arm cast at one of the highest points in his career was enough to dampen anyone. But he was taking it relatively well. Even his complaining had petered out slightly. Much to his annoyance, after a couple of weeks his self-pity it was getting cuter and less helpless.

The visits to him in his studio had become more frequent in the last few weeks. With the others back to promoting, he was spending more and more time on his own. And it was nice - you hadn’t seen your friend this frequently in a while.

“I miss having arms.” He strops.

You sit at the end of the sofa in his little recording studio, an offer brimming on the tip of your tongue but the words not forming. How can you offer help without pushing him out? You can’t deny it was something you’d thought about.

“Do… do you want some help?”

You wait with your heart in your throat as you watch his eyes flick over his cast. He was totally unaware of the promise in your words.

“I thought you couldn’t play the piano.”

“No. I didn’t mean the piano Yoongi.” Your voice is low, his eyes slowly focusing on you as he tried to grasp your meaning.

“Wh-oh. Oh.” He lets his words hang in the air, and panic fills you. That was a mistake, how dumb-

“I… Uh, sorry that was too far-”

“No, no- I’d like some help.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips, eyes taking you in as if he was seeing you for the first time. “Help from you.”

You don’t wait for anything else.

In a flash you’re on your knees, crawling your way to him as he swivels his chair to fully face you. You settle yourself between his legs whilst your hands creep up his thighs, wasting no time in getting to his zip.

Teasingly you undo his fly, popping the button of his jeans and pulling his waistband down so slowly he begins to grumble at you.

“Please Y/N, I’m already suffering without you drawing it out.”

“I’m just enjoying myself.”

“Well enjoy yourself faster, I'm dying.”

“You’re so dramatic.” You laugh, but you take a little pity on him and tug his jeans to his knees.

Once they’re out of the way you hook your finger in the waistband of his black boxers, tugging it so that he finally springs free. He’s already almost fully hard, and you look up at him with a quirked eyebrow.

“Don’t look at me like that - I said it’s been a while.”

You simply roll your eyes.

With the tip of your finger you trace up the underside of his cock, watching with eager eyes as he shudders at the light contact.

Fascinated, you circle his tip, watching all the emotions play out on his face before his eyes blow wide whenever you'd brush over his slit.

"Please!" He practically growls, his slender fingers wrapping around your arm and squeezing.

You smile, and with all the force you can gather, spit on his length. He gasps at the motion, but it turns into a moan as you take a firm grip of him and spread the moisture along his hard length.

His thighs tense beside you and he throws back his head, the pressure already what he'd been waiting for. Your hand flicks quickly whenever you reach his tip, plying extra stimulation where he's most sensitive.

Yoongi's hips buck up into your touch, the desperation thick in everything he does. The grunts that fall from his lips were laboured and long overdue, the way his freehand scrunches on your arm was strong enough to make your fingers feel all tingly. Not that you minded.

With a few choice kisses along his thighs and lower stomach, he was practically vibrating. You were alive with power, the feeling of having Min Yoongi under your fingers dizzying.

However you were forced to an abrupt stop when his phone begins to ring on his desk.

The groan he lets out is fierce, but he turns to pick it up and scrunch his face at the caller ID.

"It's one of our managers... fuck. I have to answer." The pain on his face was evident, and he continued to twitch as you let your hands slip off him.

You simply nodded, the disappointment that settles in your gut immeasurable. you sit back on your heels, the knot in your gut tight.

"Hello? This is Yoongi."

You can see how needy he was by the way he breathes, like he has to focus on every word not becoming whiny. You can see his cock practically pulsing as it sits back against his stomach. Maybe you can still keep you both happy - and test that idol ability to play it cool.

As stealthily as possible, you edge your way back to him.

With yourself situated over him, you take hold of his cock. His eyes flit back to you, and with a wink you sink your lips over him, taking him as far as you can.

He practically chokes, the warm tight sensation of your mouth too much for him off guard. You hear the chatter on the phone ask if he's okay, and you mumble a laugh which only adds to all the things he's feeling.

"Yeah- I, uh god. Yeah. J-just stubbed my toe."

You pull your mouth off him, giving him a quirked look, gauging his reaction- if he was into it or not. He swallows thickly and rests the phone between his cast and his ear before lets his free hand sink into your hair.

With gentle but determined pressure, he moves you back toward his cock, eyes completely glazed.

You laugh but accept his answer as you take him back in your mouth, letting your tongue circle around his sensitive tip. His fingers flex on your scalp, his eyes meeting yours as you swirl around him.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. yeah, I'm doing better, y-yeah." He adds as an afterthought, his brain scrambled.

You start to bob your head, letting his length reach further back before almost fully sliding off him. Each time you'd start back on his again he'd play off a groan as a cough or as if he was clearing his throat. But the way his fingers gripped your hair deathly tight or the way you could literally feel him throb on your tongue was maddening- for him and you.

"Ohhhhh... yeah, I knowww...." He slurs, and you hold in a giggle.

His hips rise to meet your movements, his body no longer his own control. You take his hand out of your hair and hold it against his stomach, pressing it flat so that you can move your head.

He watches you like a hawk, his tongue rapidly darting out to lick at the corner of his lips. You take him out of your mouth, giving him a firm lick on his underside before you start jerking his cock rapidly with your hand.

Yoongi throws his head back, the phone dangling awkwardly under his ear.

His hand slips from under yours to grab it, holding it in place. Without his roving hands to worry about, you stopped your own and looked up at him.

"Use me." you mouth, causing him to choke.

You slide your lips back over his tip and flutter your eyes up to his. Letting your fingers dig into his thighs, you slowly bob your head again, encouraging him to get moving.

"I ca- can work.. oh god, work on some samplesssss..."

His hips start moving, his thick length pressing further and further down your throat as he starts to buck. Your eyes water slightly at his movements but watching the way he can barely hold the phone and keep his eyes from rolling back was worth it.

Yoongi grows erratic, using your mouth to get himself off as he works faster and faster.

"I'm- I gotta call you backokaybye-" He yells suddenly, hanging up his phone and all but throwing it on the floor.

"Fuck, Y/N. You're so bad."

You laugh, the vibration making him whine as he fucks your throat. His hand finds its way back to your hair as he bucks into you.

"I'm gonna cum, are you gonna swallow for me?"

You nod enthusiastically as you wrap your tongue around his cock, his eyes barely able to focus on you. It strikes you how much you want this to happen again, you want to hear all the pretty things he would say to get you both off.

"Y/N!"

With a few more thrusts he cums, the hot ropes hitting the back of your tongue. You swallow greedily, watching as he growls through his orgasm. His fingers are tight in your hair as he rolls through it, and you keep your mouth on him until he begins to slow.

Eventually he starts to drop, and you let your mouth slip off his softening length. You watch as he slowly comes to his senses as he’s slumped in his chair, his face flushes and his lip tightly bit. His hazy eyes slowly focus on you, a shy smile growing on his face.

"Hi." You smile, winking at him.

"Hey." he croaks.

Yoongi's fingers slip from your hair and to the edge of your lips, thumbing something away from the corner. Without thinking you take the digit in your mouth, cleaning it off and eliciting a groan from him.

"I've gotta repay the favour, Y/N." He whispers, eyes hungrily watching you as you release his thumb.

"Well, I'm not gonna say no to that."

[parker-bucky]

There you are

(Daryl Dixon x female!reader)

Summary: reader has a flashback/trauma episode and Daryl is there to help

Word count: 1.6 K

Warnings: fighting, mentions of abuse, flashback, panic attack

A/N: hey guys !! I have missed writing so much and I thought I’d come back with a new character to write with !! I based the title off of my new favorite song, There you are. This is more of a vent piece, I hope you enjoy :)) gif is not mine !!

As soon as you woke up, you knew it was an off day. Everything felt wrong, like you were floating in space. As you attempt to get up, you hear shouting coming from outside. You quickly toss on some clothes and follow Carol into the yard, searching for the center of the shouting.

“You can’t just do shit without it asking me! It’s dangerous to go out there on your own,” Rick shouts. Daryl glares back, clenching his fists.

“What is your problem man? I was jus tryin’ to help us, and I did. I found food, food we needed. So shut up and be grateful.” You freeze, eyes blowing wide.

“There are rules here Daryl, rules you need to follow.”

“I don’t see you doin anythin’ for us. I’m out there, working my ass off, to help my people, and what are you doin’? Prancing off with the Governor?”

Their voices pick up, reaching all ends of the yard, and you fucking lost it. Your body goes numb and tingly, ears ringing. Reaching out, you find something, anything, to hold onto. You feel like your underwater, shut off from the world.

Closing your eyes you whimper, stumbling away from the fight. Someone’s hand lands on your shoulder and you jump, grunting and pushing them away. Tripping, you catch yourself from the fall and start to stumble away from the fight, thrown into the past.

Doors slam as footsteps pound across the floor. Voices echo throughout the house, shouting, screaming, you run to your room and lock the door, trembling.

Your eyes snap back open, the light blinding you. You blink, adjusting to the light. Rick storms past you, fuming. You wipe your palms on your pants, trying to rid the sweat forming on them. You look up and see Daryl looking at you. All his anger is gone, replaced with concern. You quickly look away, embarrassed.

“Hey, y/n!” He calls out. He starts to walk torward you but you step away, turning to go to the guard tower. “y/n?” You stop at the edge of the ladder and wait for him to catch up.

“Hey, everything okay?” You can tell he’s worried, watching as he chews his bottom lip and pulls at his nails.

“I- yeah. Sorry, I-I’m okay, just, I want to be alone, if that’s okay?” His eyes soften and he nods, slowly stepping away. You can tell he doesn’t want to leave, but he respects your wishes.

You climb up the ladder, doing your best to ignore the shouting ringing throughout your head. You grip the railing tight, stopping midair to regain your balance. Get yourself together, god dammit. Sighing, you reach the top and climb into the tower.

Sitting against the wall you clench your eyes shut, taking a deep breath, your heart pounding. Your head pounds with each thump, making you dizzy. You shift your focus, trying to come up with anything else to think about.

Dinner, you’re helping make dinner tonight. I’m sure Carol will help out too. You helped your mom make dinner that night, you set the table, and he glared at you when you handed him his plate. She sat at the end of the table, your dad on the other side. You-

“don’t do shit around here,” she yells, staring your father down.

“You sure as hell know that’s a lie!” He slams his fist down on the table, making you jump and cower away. You push your chair away from the table, climbing down onto the floor.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He towers over you, grabbing onto your wrist in a vice grip. You cry out, trying to pull away. He lets you go, causing your to tumble to the floor.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Leave her out of this!” She stands from the table as well, glancing down at you. She’s nervous.

“What did you just say?” Her eyes widen, hands gripping the chair. You slowly back away, crawling over to the staircase.

“I’m sorry, I-“ He picks up his fork and chucks it at her but she dodges, shouting. You start climbing down the staircase, trying not to fall in your effort to move quickly. Screams echo throughout the house as they fight, the dog barking outside.

Resting your head in your hands you sigh, pressing your fingers to your temples. As if this will make it go away. You clench your fists together, digging your nails into your skin. You close your eyes once more, trying to drown out the noise.

“You can’t hide in there forever little girl,” the doorknob jiggles but the lock stays put, keeping him locked out. “Come out now, you’re just making it worse for yourself.”

Your trembling picks up as you hide in the closet, your room door slamming against its hinges. “Open the fucking door!” His fists slam against the wall and you whimper, curling in on yourself.

Your breath comes out in puffs, your hands clenching tightly, knuckles white. A tear rolls down your face and you flinch, the sound of his fist echoing in your ears. Tears make you weak.

Suddenly hands grip around yours, trying to unclench your fists. You gasp and try to pull away, petrified.

“Shh, jus’ me. You’re okay girl, it’s okay.” You shake your head, chest tightening. Your eyes focus enough to see a face, his face, staring down at you. You open your mouth you try to speak, but only a small whimper comes out.

“Jus’ breathe,” he rests his hand on your shoulder, pulling you close to him. You feel his breath on your cheek, his voice soft.

“It’s okay, jus’ take a breath. You’re ‘ere with me, you’re safe. Ain’ gonna let anythin’ bad happen to you.” You let out another small sound, gripping tightly onto his shirt.

He glares down at you, sighing.

“It was an accident, I’m sorry.” He grips your wrist tight, pulling you into the bedroom.

“Please sir, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, please.” He lets go of your wrist, digging around in his dresser drawer.

“Sorry isn’t good enough.” He grabs a belt from the drawer, slamming it shut. “Kneel.”

“No, please-“ you try to leave the room but he grabs you, slamming the door shut and hauling you up by your collar.

“You listen to your father when he tells you to do something. Now shut the fuck up and do as I say.”

“I don want to,” You mumble, tears rolling down your face. Daryl’s hands wrap around you and rubs your back, pressing his head atop yours.

“I know, it’s okay. You’re okay. It’ll be over soon.” He rests one of his hands behind your head, playing with your hair. “In an’ out, that’s it.”

His heartbeat is fast but steady, guiding you back to earth. Your breathing slows, grip loosening. You stay tangled together for a moment longer before he pulls away, gazing down at you.

“Better?” You nod, wiping the wetness off your face. Your checks flush and you look away, embarrassed.

“M’ sorry,” you muster out. “You shouldn’t be here-“

“Don’t. You needed me, n’ that’s okay. Ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed of.” He pushes your hair out from your face and behind your ears. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t ‘ave fought with Rick, I know this shit happens an I jus’ ignored it.” He looks at your hands, guilt ridden.

“You shouldn’t feel sorry, it’s just stupid and dramatic.” He glances at you before looking back down at your hands, that concerned look growing in his eyes yet again. He grabs your hands and lays them flat in his.

“You can’t help these things, ain’t nothin’ dramatic ‘bout that. Lemmie see your ‘ands,” you look down, eyebrows furrowing. Crescent cuts littered your palms, deep and red. “Can you not feel ‘em?”

You shake your head. “I-no. I don’t remember doing that,” His fingers trail over a crescent, pressing down on it. You don’t flinch, not registering the pain. “I’m still kind of out of it, I will be for a while.” His eyes squint in concern, his touch gentle.

“Wanna talk abou’ it?” You stiffen, eyes shooting back down to the floor. “Okay, we don’ ‘ave to.” Reaching out, you wrap your arms around his neck, climbing into his lap. He stiffens for a moment before wrapping his arms around you, one of his hands landing in your hair.

“Usually it isn’t this bad,” he grunts, his hand rubbing over your back. “Some days are worse than others. Even little things can send me spiraling. I don’t- it doesn’t go away. It doesn’t get better.” It’s quiet for a moment.

“It gets easier to ‘andle, I promise.” He places both of his hands on your cheeks, wiping away the last of the tears. “Hey, you’re gonna be okay.” You smile, leaning into his touch. His breath fans over your face, his hands warm on your cheeks.

You close your eyes, taking in his scent. With Daryl, these moments were scarce, something to savor. At first he’s closed off, reserved. Once he opens up, he becomes a big cuddle bug. He loves these moments, even if it can be uncomfortable for him.

You yawn, eyes fluttering. “Tired?” He shifts, causing you to latch onto him tighter. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere, don’t gotta worry.” You nod, closing your eyes and leaning into him.

His rests his head stop yours, whispering something you couldn’t quite catch. I’ll always be here.

[blubberingmess]

[Little guy: Peach] *Bucky's view part 2/2*

Pairing: Bucky/chibi!Bucky x male!reader

3rd and last part of Little guy

Warning: there's a bit of NSFW. And it's short.

Bucky's elbow was propped on the wooden counter, chin resting on his palm as he watched Peach rummaging inside the small basket.

After slightly somewhat recovered from what happened two years ago with the help of his chibi, bits from the past are slowly catching up to him; Steve, Brooklyn, the war, and also his longing for a chibi. He remembered how he waited for years, daydreaming and wishing for the day to come where a chibi of his own would appear out of thin air.

He also remembered what he said to Steve that night on the rooftop, a blurry but yet startlingly audible memory.

"Yeah she will," Bucky puts on a boyish grin as he spoke. "And when she does, she'd the most prettiest chibi in the whole world."

Bucky glanced up at Peach, a soft smile on his face. 'And that he is'

Since he never seen a chibi with the same gender as their guardian, he's expecting his chibi to be a female-- his soulmate to be a female. Because that's how it works, well, that's what they made them believe how it works. It's always a male human and female chibi or vice versa, that your soulmate is going be the opposite gender as you.

"Females are for males only, same goes for the males; for females only. Never with the same. Never will be." They stated so the people believed - he believed.

He still have yet to remember (find out) what's his sexuality was back in the past and his current one, but one thing he knows for sure is that he'll love you with all his heart no matter who you are and what you look like.

He just hopes you'll feel the same once you saw him in real life; how much of a monster he really is, a person far more different than the small, harmless being on your side at this moment.

-

Peaches glanced over his shoulder before standing back up and hopped out of the basket, dragging his small feet towards him with a frown on his face.

"What's wrong peach?" The chibi lifts his arm up to show him an empty plastic bag.

Bucky frowns in confusion. "I just bought them two days ago," he said, referring to the peaches and plums he bought from the market a few blocks away, but the look in his chibi's eyes just can't make him say the word 'no'.

He give in with a defeated sigh and stands up, gathering his things on the counter as Peach jumps in happiness. A knife and a gun, he tucks them both beneath his thick jacket behind him while let Peach crawls up to his metal arms and sits himself down on his shoulder.

Unbeknownst to him that the fruits are actually inside the basket that Peach was in a few moments ago, hiding them from Bucky's view who was too caught up in his head that time to notice.

--

"Stop it, Peach," Bucky growl, wincing one more time as his chibi once again gave a few strands of his hair a firm tug. The former winter soldier exhaled loudly, forcing himself to stay calm and not-- tugs.

"Okay that's enough!" He ignores the looks from the people around him, grabbing the chibi from his shpulder with a gentle yet firm flesh hand and lifts him up by the back of his shirt so he's now eye to eye with Bucky.

Peach whimpers before he started to squirm and struggle, jumping down on the pavement with such ease.

"Peach?--"

"Bubba! Where are-- you." A masculine voice exclaimed coming towards his direction, breathing out the last word. Looking up he felt his whole body freezes up, mouth agape and eyes almost bulging out from its sockets.

He wants to rub his eyes, pinch his skin, bite his tongue just to see if this is all just a dream. Bucky noticed you taking a small step forward and on instinct, his left hand grabs the gun that was tucked behind his back but not pulling it out.

He glared at you and growled as a warning. It's not he doesn't want to just step up and pull the man in front of him into a tight hug, he do, he really fucking do.

But he also don't want you to be in danger because of him--

"I thought soulmates were supposed to be soft and loving? I didn't know they would also want to stab you in the freaking face!"

Your voice and language made most of the people around to turn their head and look at the both of you with confusion, even the two burly man in suits and sunglasses.

--Too late.

You watched him dropped his hand on his side and cursed under his breath in Russian before pulling you to his side. You were about too protest when you suddenly heard him talk, sending a wave of shiver down your spine at his voice.

"Come with me if you want to live," he whispered, giving your shoulder a squeeze. "And act natural. Peach."

The said chibi looks up to his guardian, nodding his head before pulling Bubba with him. Bucky crouched down to gently lift up the two chibis and placed them on his broad shoulder, before once again, pulling you to his side and began walking away from the bustling market.

"Fuck," Bucky breathes as he lays back down on his back, breathing heavily.

"You could say that again."

"Fuck."

You chuckled, wincing a bit as you snuggle closer to Bucky who immediately noticed you discomfort. "You okay, baby? I didn't hurt you did I?"

You shake your head. "No, no. I'm fine, just a bit sore. It's been two weeks since I last jump your bones-- fucking mission-- so my ass isn't that... prepared."

Bucky felt himself flushed at how nonchalant you sounded, covering his eyes with his flesh arm. "Do you really have to say it like that?"

You snort, rolling your eyes at him. "Seriously, Buck? We've known each other for like seven? Eight? years now; married for two and you're still embarrass of me talking about my ass."

Bucky peeked from his arm and watched your playful smirk turns darker-- sexier, a look that never failed to make him feel all tingly and warm.

Then you add, "I mean, you're not even an inch embarrass a few moments ago; talking dirty shits abo--"

"(Y/n)!" Bucky laughed, pulling his arm away from his face. You grinned at the lovely sound, resting your chin on his chest.

"I love you."

Bucky's laughter ceased to a stop, blue eyes finding yours. His wide smile turns into a soft one, eyes filled with love as it stares back at yours and whispers just as tenderly, "I love you too."

Eight years of hearing those three words left your mouth almost everyday, he still can't get enough of it, like the way he can't get enough of you.

---

"I still can't believe you actually followed me that day."

"More like dragged! You fucking threatened me. Also, how could I not after finding out you're my soulmate? I'll follow you wherever, baby."

"I did not threatened you! I was telling the truth."

"Ben and Walter aren't bad guys."

"How the hell would I supposed know that? For all I know they could be Hydra or something."

"Are we seriously arguing about this again?"

"Yes."

"...You look hot when you're angry."

"..."

"Round four?"

"Hell yes."

I thought I already posted this 😭 I apologize for the long wait.

@fafulous @putinovertime @daybreakmistakes

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

DOMINANT KAI

Pairing | Kai Parker x reader

Warnings | SMUT!!, rough sex, dominant male, oral (female and male reviving), fingering, over-stimulation, multiple orgasms (both)

Word count | 2902

Summary | you’re living with the Parkers because your parents died but we're good friends of Joshua. While you're there you become really close with Josette and you and Kai have lots of sexual tension. (You're 18 and Kai is 19 in this).

A/n | I kind of got carried away... (also character is on the pill so it’s not unprotected sex)

3 months. I'd been living with the Parkers for 3 months now. I rolled out of bed and wandered downstairs, grabbing a hoodie from the chair in the corner of my room on my way out. As I walked into the kitchen the scent of bacon filled my senses. I always loved Saturday mornings in the Parker house - it was family breakfast day. Pancakes, bacon, fresh juice, coffee. I walked in, greeted by Jo straight away. "Morning, y/n." I smiled back, "Good morning, Jo." I pulled my hoodie over my head and walked over to the stove, grabbing the spatula from her. "I got this, you did it last week. Go enjoy the freedom." I joked. Jo smiled and thanked me, before disappearing upstairs. I flipped the pancakes and clicked on the CD player, putting in a random CD from the cupboard. I danced around a little bit while pouring more batter into the pan before turning my attention to the bacon, flipping it over and rejoicing in the sizzling sound.

I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, a hot breath on my ear. "Your ass looks so sexy in those little shorts." Kai whispered, but before I got the chance to turn around he'd backed away, heading over to the draw and grabbing some knives and forks. He walked over to the table and laid out the utensils neatly by the plates I had already gotten out. "No good morning? No 'how did you sleep'?" Kai said sarcastically. I was just staring at him. Over the past week he had started doing stuff like that more and more, whispering dirty things in my ear, "accidentally" walking in on my showering, touching my ass when no one was looking. "Bacon's burning." He said, pointing at the pan behind me. I snapped out of my trance and turned around, instantly turning off the heat and putting the bacon onto a plate. I finished off the pancakes and brought the two plates over to the table and set them down in the middle. "Where's Jo?" Kai asked, knowing she was usually the one to be cooking. I grabbed the juice out the fridge and set it on the table with some cups too. "I think she went to shower. I told her I'd cook this week."

Kai reaches forward and grabbed a pancake, drizzling it with syrup. He cut a piece off and popped it in his mouth, practically moaning as he chewed. "I wish you'd cook more often. You're amazing at it." He said, mouth full of his next bite and he hungrily ate the food. I smiled and walked over to sit in my usual set next to him as everyone filled into the kitchen and sat at the table. "Food looks wonderful, y/n. Thank you." Joshua said - with a slight bitter undertone. He didn't like me because Kai liked me. It was odd - how Kai was treated so differently. Me and kai got on well because I was the only one who understood him. I saw what his dad did to him and it broke my heart because Kai was such a sweet guy, really.

Everyone dug in and after a few minutes I felt Kai's hand trail up my thigh, going agonising slow. "So, Josette, how's Sam?" Joshua asked. Sam was Jo's boyfriend and he got on really well with Joshua but not so much with me and Kai. I saw Kai's expression turn sour for a moment at the mention of Sam's name before returning to normal. His hand got higher and higher before brushing against my clothes core. I look at him but his gaze was fixed on his food. I stifled a whimper as he pressed a little harder - focusing on my breakfast. "Oh he's doing great, dad. He's just got a scholarship for some sorts collage nearby." Jo said excitedly. Kai suddenly got up, taking his plate and leaving it in the sink. "Where do you think you're going, Young man?" Joshua said sternly. "My room. I have work to do. I'd hate to bother you guys with the full details of my life." Kai said bitterly, brushing by me as he left. "Meet me in my room when your done." He whispered in my ear. I gulped and kept eating, the table falling under as awkward silence.

I finished my food and cleared the table, heading upstairs. I new everyone was going out but both me and Kai didn't want to so we had opted out earlier in the week. I heard the front door close and walked down the hall to Kai's room and hesitantly knocked on the door. The door opened and Kai stood there with a smile. "Hi." He said happily. I smiled and said hi back quietly. "Come in." He said, stepping out the way and closing the door behind me as I stepped in. I stood in the middle of his room, suddenly aware that I was in tiny pyjama shorts and a tank top. I felt his arms snake around my waist from behind me. He pressed a gentle kiss to my neck before whispering, "I can't stop thinking about you." He kissed my neck again, trailing up and down to my collar bone. "Ever since I heard your pretty little moans the other week-" I gulped, "y-you heard that?" He chuckled lightly. "Of course I did sweetheart. I'm always home. And from the sounds of it you thought you were alone with your boy toy." I sighed as he found my sweet spot, which he began nipping and sucking at until there was a bruise. "It was meaningless. A one night stand. I haven't even spoken to him since." I breathed. Kai smirked against my skin. "You're not a virgin then. Good, otherwise I think I might break you." I gulped at his words, a tingly feeling shooting straight through me. I was excited at the thought.

His hands started to explore as I melted into him. He grabbed my boob in one hand while trailing the other down the my heat, slipping it under the waist band of my shorts. "No panties. Naughty girl." He cooed in my ear. "I can't wait to have you moaning and thrashing beneath me." He breathed in my ear. I shivered, the words going straight to my core. He pressed his hard on into my ass, beginning to rub circles on my clit. I moaned quietly. He slipped his fingers lower, teasing my entrance. "So wet and I've barely touched you, sweetheart." Kai whispered. I moaned out loudly as he pushed two fingers into me, curling them around and pulling them out to the tips slowly - making me feel every inch - before pushing them back in again. His thumb continued to draw circles on my clit, driving me insane and making me a moaning, whimpering mess. "Fuck." I moaned as his pace spread up again. "Kai I'm c-close." He dipped his head down and started kissing my neck again, getting rough with his fingers - trying to push me over the edge. "I know sweetheart." I screamed out as I came, shaking and falling into his arms more. If it weren't for Kai holding me into him, I'd probably be on the floor.

He spun me around and his lips were on mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth and dominating the kiss. His hands gripped my waist while mine were tangled in his hair, trying to pull him as close as possible. “Knees, now.” Kai demanded as we pulled away for air. I sank down to my knees before him, eye-level with his bulge. I looked up at him and he nodded, a sign to continue and take his trousers off. I pulled them down his legs, his boxers following. His length sprang up and hit his stomach and I bit my lip thinking about it inside of me. I wrapped my small hand around it and pumped him a few times before kitten-licking the tip. He groaned and wrapped his fingers in my hair - pulling it into a make-shift ponytail. I took his length into my mouth and began bobbing my head back and forth, keeping eye-contact with Kai the whole time. I took him all the way, hollowing my cheeks and gagging as he hit the back of my throat. He moaned and I placed my hands on his thighs for support. He tugged my head back and held me so I was looking at him. “I think you need that pretty mouth of your fucked. Don’t you, y/n?” I swallowed and nodded, his dick back in my mouth. He held my head still and began thrusting his hips forward, so his cock hit the back of my throat every time. Tears streamed down my face from my gag reflex and Kai held me down on his length so my nose brushed his stomach. He pulled me back so I could breathe and repeated the action a few more times before going back to just fucking my mouth. “Fuck, you look so innocent looking up at me - even with my cock in your mouth.” Kai groaned. He let out a string of curse words as he came, coating my tongue with his seed. I pulled back when he was done, a string of salvia connecting his tip and my lips. It broke when he reached down and grabbed my chin, tilting my head upwards and pushing his thumb into my mouth. He pried my mouth open and smirked. “Good girl, you swallowed it all.” He praised, pushing his index and fore fingers into my mouth, letting my swirl my tongue around them before pulling them out and yanking my to my feet again. “Tired yet?” He asked and I nodded slightly.

"I'm only just warming up." Kai smirked at me. He scooped me up bridal-style and dropped me on his bed, crawling over me and placing a lustful kiss on my lip. He straddled me, his hands sliding over my hips and under my top - pulling it up with them. I sat up slightly so he could pull it over my head before chucking it on the floor. Kai stared at my chest hungrily, whispering, "beautiful." Before delving in and swirling his tongue around my nipple, rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. I moaned and he smirked against my skin, his hand trailing to my shorts again. He hitched his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down my legs, letting me kick them off and onto the floor. He looked up and made eye contact with me while he kissed down my body to my core. He licked a bold strip through the middle making me moan out before kitten-licking my clit. I brought a hand down to his hair, tugging at his brown locks. He teased me entrance with his fingers again, dipping them in and out, hitting my spot repeatedly. I let out a small scream as he enveloped my clit in his mouth, sucking and nipping it like crazy - tugging it out with his teeth. He used his free arm to pin my stomach to the bed, stopping my back from arching any more. "Fuck, Kai." I was moaning like crazy, screaming his name over and over. "I love it when you scream my name." Kai said against my clit, sending vibrations straight to my core. He pushed in another finger, which meant there were now three pumping in and out of my mercilessly. "Come for me, sweetheart." Kai cooed, the vibrations pushing me over the edge.

He climbed over me again, but not before pulling t-shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere in the room. He pushing his fingers in my mouth for me to clean and moaned as I swirled my tongue around them. He groaned and pumped his length - which was already hard again - a few times before teasing my entrance with it, rubbing it over my clit and down to my slit - pushing in just the tip before pulling out and doing it all over again. My control was shot and I clenched around his tip knowing he’d be sensitive. He gave me one hard thrust and I screamed in pleasure. “Fuck.” He groaned quietly as he picked up a bruising pace, knocking the air out my lungs. He collected my wrists in one hand and held them above my head, musing his other hand to keep himself propped-up above me. I began to struggle against his hand, wanting to tangle my fingers in his hair, rake my nails down his back and biceps. “Keep up the struggle. It’s a real turn on.” Kai smirked down at me, thrusting even faster if that was possible. I was moaning uncontrollably, my face contouring with pleasure. My eyes rolled into the back of my head before I felt Kai grab my chin with his free hand. “Uh, uh princess. Keep those eyes on me.” He all but whispered, his voice dripping with seduction. My moans turned into small screams as he started rubbing my abused nub harshly, keeping in time with his harsh thrust. “Fuck, shit Kai.” I screamed, making him smirk as I screamed his name. “I love it when you scream my name.” Kai moaned, his pace quickening again. He pulled my left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and nipping it lightly with his teeth, only adding to the immense pleasure. “Come on gorgeous, come for me.” He said, rubbing my clit faster and pushing me over the edge. I screamed his name as I came, shaking like crazy and my eyes rolled back into my head. “Fuck you’re so hot when you come undone under me.” Kai moaned.

He pulled out after I rode out my high, flipping me over and propping my ass in the air, pushing my cheek into the mattress by wrapping his hand around my throat from behind. He gave me a harsh smack on my ass before pushing in again and picking up to his previous, punishing pace. “Fuck y/n, so wet you’re dripping down your thighs.” Kai moaned. I was moaning and shaking from my previous orgasm, struggling to stay up-right. Kai’s hand rubbed over the expanse of my ass before he slapped it again, keeping doing that every time I thought he’d stopped. “My handprint looks so good on your big ass.” He groaned, his hand reaching back round to my clit again. He drew rough figure of eights on it while I fished the sheets, pleasure overwhelming my body. Kai wrapped his hand around some of my hair, releasing my throat and pulling me up so my back was against his chest. “You like me being rough? Pulling your hair and spanking you? Hm?” He whispered in my ear. I screamed in response, the all-to familiar knot forming in my stomach. “Fuck Kai, I’m g-gonna c-cum.” I moaned out as he started sucking on my neck, nibbling a spit at the base. “Mmmmm, you’re so tight around me sweetheart.” He breathed in my ear, rubbing my clit faster to get me to my climax. “KAI.” I screamed as I came, clenching my walls around him and reaching back and grabbing his thigh for support. “Fuck.” He moaned in my ear as my orgasm triggered his, his cum spilling in me in hot bursts. He pulled out and I collapsed forward, my ass still in the air. I could feel his cum and my juices dripping down the insides of my thighs before Kai scooped it back up and pushed it back into me, starting to thrust his fingers again. “Fuck, Kai.” I moaned as he picked up the pace, adding another finger so there were now three mercilessly pumping his cum back into me. “K-kai, I c-can’t take any-anymore.” He kept going, smacking me ass again. “Yes, you can. Do it for me, gorgeous.” My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I dusted the sheets again, tearing them slightly as my fifth orgasm washed through me and I collapsed onto the bed.

Kai flopped down next to me, licking his fingers off and sighing, satisfied. “We should do that again sometime.” Kai said, winking at me. “Definitely.” I panted, still out of breath. Kai smirked and pulled me into his chest, wrapping an arm around my waist. “I think I broke you after all.” He whispered in my ear. I smiled lazily, “Not quite.” Kai sat up suddenly, walking towards my side of the bed, “Then we need round two in the shower, you coming?” He said, offering me his hand. I looked at it hesitantly, before grabbing it and being pulled to my shaking feet.

[callmehopeless]

I don't ask for much, I just want Omega!Ben to be a good omega and cuddle and chirp at me is that too much to ask, world? 😔

Never too much to ask

His apartment is always so cozy.

Fall nights are made for curling up in his mess of sheets; tangled legs and throw rugs that drape over your bodies as you lay back in the pillows. His heartbeat thrums in your ears as your head rests on his bare chest: the scent of his skin so soft in your nose as it fills your blood with warmth and wanting.

The TV flickers - old movies on his flatscreen, faded pictures as he noses at your hair.

These moments in-between are such sacred things.

“How’re you feeling?” you ask him, kissing at a freckle sitting so close to his heart.

Ben’s arms snake around your torso, pulling blankets up over your shoulders as the rain falls in torrents right outside. Tomorrow will be a time of teeth and feral need: gasping, bones aching, skin craving to be touched and held as storms rage across the country. The perfect storm at the perfect time - the next four days being given to you both to lose yourselves in scents and skin and slick.

But tonight is warm. Tonight is gentle.

Tonight: you float in quiet peace.

“Good.”

His voice is husky with sleepiness: pre-heat hormones you can smell as they bleed across the roof of your mouth. Beautiful; he’s so fucking beautiful, in this sacred place.

He hesitates a moment.

“Tingly,” he admits, huffing on a small chuckle. “All over my skin - everywhere you’re not touching.”

He needs to know he’s safe and held.

Ben’s eyes fall on the TV as you snake upward, nuzzling at his jaw to have him tip it upward. Here, he smells so soft and good - good enough to make your head spin, dizzy at the sight of his gland, flushed this slight purple. The ridges are beginning to show, and by morning: every brush of your lips against them will drive him to madness.

For now, though? You just barely lap your tongue across the soft skin.

Ben shudders, tipping his jaw further as a hurried chirp warbles in the back of his throat. He’s embarrassed - he always is, when the sound breaks his lips. You try to tell him not to worry: try to tell him it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.

You feel his muscles start to relax the more you scent his gland. He’s told you, over wine and dinner, how you lapping at the tight skin there in these hours before it starts eases all the tightness in his bones. Makes him feel as though he’s submerged in your very skin: makes his need to be wrapped in you feel filled, dissipating with every passing second.

His eyes flutter shut, and the taste of him on your tongue is a heavenly thing.

“I love you, Omega.”

Ben’s chirp is delicate and musical in response. Promises he can barely make with words.

I love you, too.