#the little crinkles beside his eyes I'M COVERING THEM WITH KISSES

[wildsaltair]

am I his wife yet?? can I get a time estimate on that????

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　SAILOR SONG

matt sturniolo x reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N and Matt have a comfy indoor date; baking together.

WARNING: Making out.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by an anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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'I saw her in the rightest way'

The kitchen was an absolute mess, a delightful, chaotic swirl of ingredients strewn across the counters, flour dusting the air, and the aroma of vanilla mixing with the sound of their favorite playlist softly drifting in from the living room. The afternoon light streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the scene as Y/N stood at the counter, carefully measuring flour into a white-ish ceramic bowl. Beside her, Matt was leaning against the counter, his eyes fixed solely on her, watching her with an intensity that could have melted chocolate.

"Okay, so you just, like, throw the flour in, right?" Matt asked, breaking the comfortable silence, reaching for the open bag with the kind of reckless enthusiasm that spelled disaster.

Y/N’s eyes widened, her hands instinctively darting forward to stop him.

"Wait, wait- Matt, no!" But it was too late. A poof of flour erupted like a mini explosion, covering both of them in a soft, powdery cloud.

Matt froze, blinking through the haze, and then burst into laughter, his shoulders shaking.

"Oops." He said with that boyish grin of his, the one that made Y/N’s heart do a little flip every time.

She tried to glare at him but failed miserably, laughter bubbling up as she brushed flour off her cheek.

"You’re such a mess." She teased, shaking her head, her eyes sparkling.

"And yet, here you are teaching me." He shot back, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Guess that says something about you, huh?"

"Yeah." She said with a mock exasperated sigh. "That I’m a hopeless romantic who thinks you can actually learn how to bake."

Matt just grinned, leaning in to steal a quick kiss on her flour-dusted nose, making her scrunch it up adorably in response.

"Alright, lover boy." Y/N said, shaking her head with a smile. "Let’s try not to blow up the kitchen, okay? I need you to grab the sugar next."

"Yes, ma’am." Matt replied, snapping a playful salute before turning to rummage through the cupboard. He managed to grab the sugar jar without spilling anything this time - progress, she thought with a fond smile.

They continued to work side by side, the kitchen filled with the sweet scent of vanilla and sugar. Y/N would occasionally reach out to correct Matt’s technique, her touch light but effective. Every time their hands brushed, Matt would flash her that lopsided grin that always made her cheeks warm. She tried to stay focused, but with him being so close, so effortlessly charming, it was a losing battle.

At some point, they both reached for the vanilla extract at the same time. Their fingers tangled, and Matt shot her a playful look.

"Hey, who’s the baker here?" Y/N teased, nudging him aside with her hip, her laughter light and teasing.

"I don’t know, I don't see them anywhere." He joked, pretending to search around the room, making her roll her eyes though the grin on her lips was impossible to hide.

They kept mixing and measuring, Matt’s enthusiasm both endearing and chaotic. Just when everything seemed to be going smoothly, he made his biggest blunder yet. He grabbed the baking soda and dumped a generous amount into the bowl, not bothering with a measuring spoon.

"Matt, no!" Y/N gasped, her eyes wide with horror. "That’s way too much! You’re going to ruin the batter!"

Matt looked from the bowl to her, then back at the bowl, his eyes comically wide. But instead of panicking, he simply shrugged and started laughing, his laughter so infectious that Y/N’s frustration began to dissolve.

"Matt, I’m serious." She groaned, burying her face in her hands. "This was supposed to be perfect, and now they’re going to taste like-"

"Hey, hey." Matt said softly, reaching out to gently pull her hands away from her face. "Come here, sweetheart. I'm sorry, yeah?"

Before she could protest, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his warm embrace. Y/N sighed, trying to hold onto her annoyance, but the way he was looking at her - with that soft, adoring gaze - made it nearly impossible.

As if the universe was observing them closely, te next song on the queue started playing, and when Matt realized that it was one of their favorite - Sailor Song by Gigi Perez, obviously - his body started swaying gently, bringing her with him.

"What are you doing?" She asked, trying not to smile, her voice softening as her hands found home against his biceps.

"Distracting you." He said, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Is it working?"

Y/N tried to stay annoyed, but the tenderness in his eyes melted her defenses.

"You are so ridiculous." She said, but her words were softened by the smile that tugged at her lips.

"Ridiculously in love with you." He murmured, resting his forehead against hers. "Can you forgive me?"

Y/N’s heart fluttered, and she let out a soft, defeated sigh, leaning into him fully.

"Fine." She whispered, her voice barely audible over the music. "But you’re still fixing the batter."

"Deal." He said with a grin. And before she could pull away, he spun her around in a quick twirl, eliciting a surprised, joyful laugh from her, her apron flowing around her body.

As she came back into his arms, breathless and giddy, her eyes met blue soft ones, shaking her head.

"You really are something else, Mr. Sturniolo."

"And you love me for it." He replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. He lingered there, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair, the warmth of her against him.

"Yeah." She said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I really do."

With the playful moment fading into a comfortable silence, they returned to the counter, side by side once more. Y/N sighed dramatically, surveying the batter that was now slightly too foamy from Matt’s over-enthusiastic addition of baking soda.

"Okay, let’s see if we can salvage this." She said, her voice taking on that determined tone Matt found so adorable.

"How bad did I mess it up?" He asked, a wince escaping his lips.

"Not too bad." Y/N admitted with a small, fond smile. "We can balance it out with a little extra flour and sugar."

"Got it." Matt said, nodding eagerly as he grabbed the bag of flour, waiting for her instructions.

They worked together to fix the batter, Matt actually listening this time, his focus unwavering as Y/N explained what to do. After a few minutes of adjustments, Y/N dipped her finger into the batter for a taste test. Her eyes lit up in pleasant surprise.

"Hey, it’s actually good!" She exclaimed.

Matt’s face broke into a proud grin.

"See? I knew I could fix it." He said smugly.

"Mm-hmm." Y/N hummed, rolling her eyes playfully. "Pretty sure I did most of the fixing."

"But it was my idea to fix it." He countered, leaning in to press his lips against her warm cheek.

"Alright, let’s get these in the oven before you mess up anything else." Y/N said, lifting the tray carefully.

Her fingers were nimble as she adjusted the rack, carefully placing the cupcake tray into the preheated oven.

Matt couldn’t help but stop for a bit and just stare, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, his eyes never leaving her. There was something about watching her work, so effortlessly absorbed in what she loved, that made him feel as though the entire world had slowed to a gentle stop just for them.

It wasn't his fault. He reasoned to himself. It wasn't his fault he found everything she did so endlessly endearing, so worth watching with that starstruck gaze that his brothers teased him about. The way her brows furrowed in concentration, her fingers dusted with flour, her lips pursed slightly as she adjusted the oven dial; it all made his heart swell.

Y/N stood up, wiping her hands on her yellow apron and closing the oven door with a soft clink. She turned to grab the timer, only to notice the way Matt was staring at her, eyes sparkling with that familiar, dazed expression. He looked as if he were lost in a dream, his gaze so soft it made her heart skip a beat.

Feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, she tilted her head slightly and smiled shyly.

"What?" She asked with a soft laugh, setting the timer up. "Do I still have flour on my face?"

Matt didn’t answer right away, his eyes never wavering from hers. It was like he was in some kind of trance, completely mesmerized. After a few seconds, he finally blinked, his lips curling into a soft smile.

"Yeah." He said simply, his voice so low and gentle it made her stomach flip.

Before she could ask where, Matt stepped forward, closing the distance between them in a few strides. His hands found her waist, pulling her close. Y/N’s breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly as he leaned in, his breath warm against her skin.

"Right here." He dipped his head and began to trail soft, lingering kisses along her jaw. His lips brushed tenderly against her skin, and with each kiss, he pulled a soft, breathless giggle from her lips. The sweet sound made him smile against her cheek, his eyes closing as he continued his path to her chin, and then to her cheeks, where he left playful kisses that were so light, they were almost ticklish.

"Matt." She breathed out, half-laughing, half-sighing, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. Her fingers traced slow circles over his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the fabric.

He paused, hovering just above her lips, so close that she could feel the ghost of his breath on her mouth but not quite touching her. His eyes were locked on hers, and there was a playfulness mixed with adoration in them that made her knees feel weak. He knew exactly what he was doing, teasing her like this.

"Matt." She repeated, her voice a whisper now, filled with a hint of impatience.

"Yeah?" He murmured back, the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, her lips twitching as she tried to suppress a smile.

"Kiss me properly." She demanded, her voice barely above a whisper.

'Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?'

He chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned in just a fraction more, brushing his lips against hers, still not quite giving in. But Y/N, never one to be outdone, closed the remaining distance, pressing her lips to his in a soft, sweet kiss that sent warmth blooming through her chest.

Matt’s arms tightened around her waist, pulling her even closer as their kiss deepened, slow and unhurried, like they had all the time in the world. Y/N’s hands wandered from his chest to his biceps, squeezing slightly at the firmness there, before sliding up to his shoulders and finally into his hair. She tugged gently, earning a soft sigh from him that she could feel warming up her face.

Their lips curved into smiles as they kissed, each touch and movement so full of affection it made Y/N’s heart feel light. Matt blindly started to sway their bodies again, following the slow rhythm of the indie song, his hands exploring the small of her back, fingers spreading wide as if he wanted to memorize every curve.

Y/N sighed into his mouth, her fingers threading through his hair, and for a moment, it was just the two of them, no kitchen, no baking, just the soft, sweet connection between their lips and the feel of each other’s warmth.

But the intimate moment was abruptly interrupted by a sudden, loud DING! from the oven.

The sound made Y/N jump slightly, pulling away from Matt with a startled gasp. Matt couldn’t help but laugh, the joyous sound filling the kitchen as he pressed one last, playful kiss to the tip of her nose.

"Guess that’s our cue." He said, still chuckling as he gave her a quick eskimo kiss, their noses brushing together.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head as she gently pushed him away.

"Goofball." She muttered affectionately, her cheeks still flushed.

Reluctantly pulling away, Matt released her from his embrace, giving her one last, lingering look before letting her turn her attention back to the oven. Y/N leaned down to peer through the glass, her hands resting on her knees as she checked the cupcakes.

Matt watched her from behind, unable to resist the fond smile that tugged at his lips. The sight of her brows knitting together as she inspected their work made his heart swell.

"They look perfect." Y/N announced, turning back to him with a triumphant smile.

"All thanks to you." Matt came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. "I love baking with you." He whispered, his voice soft and sincere.

"Even if you’re terrible at it?" She teased.

"Especially because I’m terrible at it." He replied, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Gives you more reasons to stick around."

'And we can run away to the walls inside your house'

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[milliesfishes]

꣑ৎ౨ৎyou and peacekeeper coryo get lost in the woods꣑ৎ౨ৎ fem reader x coriolanus snow

The leaves rustled in the wind like a whistling song as you trekked through the woods, the light of the world snuffed by the moon. It was beaming in intervals, the clouds taking turns shadowing its glow. Your hand was firmly clasped with Coriolanus' as you took steady steps. Even in the dark you could see his eyes darting around, always wary.

You had spent a delightful afternoon in the woods, walking around to see the colored leaves. He'd never lived somewhere he could see them before and you delighted in them every year as if it were your first time and so you resolved to enjoy them together. It was evident how adorable he found you from the way he watched you reach out to touch the red, orange, and yellow, letting the tips brush your fingers. You kissed him under the pretty colors, admiring him against the backdrop of fall.

He'd said he wanted to get you back before the sun set. That plan had gone out the window when you'd pulled him under a tree and pressed your mouth to his, slow and long and deep. That had gotten him to relax a little, and you'd been able to convince him to sit down and hold you for a little while. The edge in his eyes had softened, and he settled against the bark of the tree. His big hands lazily traced circles on your midsection and you nuzzled into his chest.

It had been so long since you'd been able to have a day with him. Duties on base kept him from you, and you missed him dreadfully. He wrote you letters, a gesture that made you smile since he was less than fifteen minutes away. Still, you read them ragged, until the paper was crinkled.

But today he had wrangled a free day from his busy schedule just in time for the holiday. You had practically jumped for joy when he showed up on your doorstep all yours for the day. It was so rare that he was able to stay out this long, but now you could see him becoming worried.

"We're lost," he stated, stopping under a tree. The shadows of the branches were creating illusions across his face. You felt a little twinge of fear in your chest when you saw his expression, but pushed past it.

"It's okay," you tried, squeezing his hand. "We'll make our way back somehow. It'll be fine."

"No, it's not fine. I was supposed to have you back hours ago and-" Coriolanus cut himself off, huffing sharply. "I was supposed to keep you safe."

"I am safe when I'm with you," you insisted. He flattened his lips and your shoulders slumped. Whatever calm that had instilled in him earlier was now flung out the window.

Truthfully, you weren't worried about being lost. The forest wasn't nearly as dangerous as anyone made it out to be and besides, nobody was going to hurt you when you were on the arm of a Peacekeeper.

What you did worry about was him. And how upset he was getting. Coriolanus wasn't at all used to situations like this, ones that were completely out of his control. You knew the sense of responsibility he felt, especially when it came to you, and it was crushing for him at times.

The least you could do was ease any burden. Take his anxieties and smooth them out, maybe even cover them for awhile until they didn't look so bad anymore. He made you feel safe and now it was your turn to do the same.

Reaching up for his face, you took it in your hands and turned him to look at you, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. "Hey. It's okay. It's okay. You have tomorrow off too, right?"

He nodded slowly, searching your eyes. You smiled. "So it's okay. Even if we have to sleep in the woods tonight, we'll be able to make our way out come morning, yeah?"

You could tell he didn't like the idea of that at all, but he nodded anyways. Exhaling softly, you slid your arms around his waist and leaned into him, cheek to his chest. Despite the striking chill in the air, he was warm, probably from all his worrying.

Coriolanus wrapped his arms around you, chin resting atop your head hesitantly. And just like always, the longer you held him, the more his body relaxed. Sometimes you thought if you were in his arms long enough he'd become a puddle, all loose and truly relaxed for the first time in his life.

His head snapped up at a whistling sound echoing through the woods, and you pushed at his neck. "Just an owl. It's okay."

Slowly Coriolanus let you hold him down, calming himself in your arms. His words were muffled as he dug his nose into your hair. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," you soothed, hand finding the prickly smooth of his hair and trailing your fingers up and down. "You're not used to this. It's okay."

Now his fingers were in your hair, running up and down. You'd noticed that your hair was an object of interest to him. Whenever he was near you he was always touching it, twirling a strand or petting it. And you let him, grateful some part of you was keeping him from mental turmoil.

"We can start walking again," you offered, looking up at him.

Coriolanus took in a breath, his eyes firm on yours. He nodded. You took his hand. He squeezed it. You began to move forward again.

It was a strangely intimate thing to be all alone with him under the moonlight. You clung to these kinds of moments when he wasn't here, saved them in a mental treasure box to dwell upon.

Maybe if you were alone this would be terrifying. Being a woman unprotected in the darkness of the forest, every sound convincing you that you were inches from death. But he was here.

The walk was quiet, with only the soundtrack of leaves crunching afoot in the background. The forest floor was a bed of warm colors, and you had admired it in the daylight, feeling as though you were walking on a cloud. At night it was just as lovely.

But the longer you walked, the more his worry rubbed off on you. It was easier to be brave when the sun was beaming down. The night was pulling at your strings and knotting them into something that weighed like lead on your chest. Scrambling, you searched for something, anything to grasp onto, some kind of silver lining.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted something glimmering in the distance. Brightening, you let go of Coriolanus' hand. Was it the remains of a campfire? Or someone with a lantern, ready to guide you back to the city bounds? Through the thick trees you couldn't quite tell.

"Wait!" he reached for you. "No, stay with me-"

You were already running, holding your skirts with both hands and bounding into the darkness, chasing that light. It sparked something like hope in your chest as you moved swiftly through the trees, winding in and out. In the distance you could hear Coriolanus calling after you, but you shrugged it off. He would catch up soon enough.

The shiny thing flickered depending on which way you looked, the moon's light reflecting off it and reminding you of a firefly. You pushed aside a branch determinedly.

Not a lantern. When you knelt in the leaves, picking up the little object. It was a heart pendent, hooked on the knob of a tree by a silvery chain. How on earth had you seen it from so far away?

It hit you right then. There was no magic angel to take you back home, nothing to guide you. Doom swallowed you whole as you realized how well and truly lost you were, and dry little sob built up and escaped your lips. Any positivity from earlier had burnt out. Who knew how deep in the woods you were? Would anybody be able to find you before you froze to death? A tear trickled from the corner of your eye down your cheek.

Hurried footsteps grew louder as Coriolanus approached, calling your name. You kept your head bent as he discovered you, holding the necklace between your fingers.

He knelt at your side, and you could feel the frustration emanating off him. There was that famous worrying again, morphed into a new form. "Don't ever do that again. You hold my hand and stay by me? Is that clear?" He squeezed your shoulder, tone sharp. "Look at me."

You reluctantly lifted your eyes, moonlight catching on another tear on your cheek like a diamond. All at once, his expression softened, and he pulled you into his chest. "Shh. It's okay. You're okay." His hand was in your hair, and you suspected it was for both of your sake.

"There...was...a light...but...it wasn't...a light..." you tried, tears hitching your voice.

He quietly rubbed your back, protecting you from the cold. You didn't realize you had been shivering until his warm body was against yours. "What was it?"

Sniffling, you pulled back, removing your fingers from your palm and showing him the necklace. "It...was...on a...a tree."

Coriolanus frowned, hand falling to his pocket. He patted it, realization clouding his face. You watched, confused as he took the necklace from you and held it up to examine. "I got this for you. I was going to give it to you today." He closed his fingers around it. "It must have fallen out of my pocket."

Then his eyebrows lifted, and he stood up, holding out a hand for you. Taking it, you brushed a tear away. "What-"

"I know where we are," he said, beginning to walk straight ahead. You followed him, the surprise of it all halting your tears.

In silence, he pulled you by the hand a few feet before ducking under a tree branch and pointing in the distance. "There. That's town."

Eyes widening, you stared at the lights flickering out a little ways away. And now tears were prickling your eyes again as relief broke the floodgates and doused you. Turning to Coriolanus, you buried your face in his chest, breathing deep and swallowing his scent.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head and murmured, "It's okay. We're home." You grew limp against him, exhausted from the barrage of emotion that had reigned you for the last hour.

One of his arms shifted, and he lifted your chin, having you look at him as he fastened the cold chain of the heart-shaped necklace over your hair. You kept your eyes on him, watching him concentratedly as he gathered your hair in his hand and lifted it out of the loop of the chain, smoothing it over your back.

Coriolanus straightened the heart on your collarbone, fondly holding your cheek in one big hand. You felt the awful fear diminish until it was no more than a candle that was blown out when he took your hand again. The relief on his face was clear.

"C'mon," he urged quietly, squeezing your palm. "Let's go home."

tagging @kellielovesmovies because <3

[tiyawnyana]

Skxawng

For @igotyg by request, I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope that you enjoy it! I can picture them as the duo that bickers and picks on eachother as they grow up, unable to express their actual feelings so they do so this way

Thank you again for this request ♡

Ao'nung x Neteyam

Warnings: none really besides smooching

"Come, forest boy," Ao'nung chuckles and drags him to the main beach, getting hungry in the later hours of the afternoon. 

"Yes, yes," Neteyam laughs lightly, following the metkayinans lead,"And shush, I am more metkayina than you by now." 

They arrive, and Ao'nung whines out just slightly,"my ilu threw me off one time!" 

They both chuckle before grabbing food and settling down. Soon enough, Kiri and Tuk are sitting besides Neteyam and they giggle as they listen to the two boys bicker back and forth. 

Kiri spots the lingered looks on both ends, just when Ao'nung knows Neteyam won't notice. The corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles so gently, only to quickly look away before he's caught by the object of his affections. 

Tuk leans her head on Neteyams arm, yawning a little bit, she nuzzles her face into his shoulder before he grins, pulling her onto his lap. Her face falls into the crook of his neck as they talk about the day and the fish they'd managed to catch earlier. Tuk smiles sleepily as she tells how her ilu helped her chase down a huge fish and Kiri is giggling. Lo'ak comes to sit with them, Tsireya not far behind and she's backing Tuk up, telling everyone how well she has done with her ilu as of late. 

Ao'nung pokes fun at Neteyam as Tuk dozes off completely, before helping him up and they walk off to the marui where Jake and Neytiri are settling in. 

Ao'nung grins as he watches Neteyam settle his sister in next to their mother, to which Neytiri pulls him in to press a soft kiss to his temple. 

"Mama's boy," he jokes, poking Neteyams hip as he closes the pod. 

"Hey, I see how you have to hug Ronal every morning before you go, shush." 

They giggle and push each other lightly back and forth before they're hanging out for the rest of the evening; Lo'ak ends up instigating and gets chased by Ao'nung with a non cooked fish, and the night goes by in a flash. 

•••

Neteyam sighs, his tail flicking in agitation and he paces back and forth. 

Lo'ak and Ao'nung, along with Roxto and a few other of the young Metkayina adults had gone out fishing earlier. They were supposed to be back by now, and Neteyams worry grew. It was nearing eclipse by now, the sun slowly starting to get covered when soon the horn is blown, and he dashes to where it's heard. 

He arrives at the beach where he spots Roxto and Lo'ak helping Ao'nung walk out of the waters. Neteyam gasps before running to them, fear pooling in his gut. 

"What happened?" 

Lo'ak winces, holding his other hand to his ribs,"bad current, Ao'nung got swept back and was hit into a rock." 

Ao'nung groans as one of the other fishers comes to help him, walking him to his mother. He flashes a weak grin to Neteyam and whispers out,"I'm alright," before he's walked off. 

"And you? What happened?" He's turning his brother around, making sure he's alright. 

"I'm fine, really, I got swept back too but Ao'nung uh," his ears flick back,"he took the brunt of it." 

"What do you mean?" 

Lo'ak sighs, and Roxto is slipping away in their peripheral,"He was able to stop me from slamming into the rock, by taking the brunt of it." 

Neteyam sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose,"Eywa, give me strength." He mutters before dragging Lo'ak off to Ronal as well. 

••

He's patched up not too long after, some minor cuts and bruises thankfully but Neteyam is upset, his tail once again showing his emotions. He sits not far from Ao'nungs resting form, his feet dangling just above the water. 

"Teyam?" 

His ears flick back and he turns quickly,"Yes? Ao'nung?" 

He coughs as he tries to sit up and Neteyam is pushing him to lay back down, grabbing a vase of water and helping him drink. 

"Are you dumb?" 

Ao'nung grins weakly, his eyes fluttering shut. 

Not far from them, Neytiri is approaching, wanting to thank Ronal for her help. She pauses as she peaks on the interaction between her son and Ronals. 

"You had me worried here sick, what if this were worse?" 

"But it isn't." 

"But what if? Ao'nung, you and my brother were out there, what if something had bad happened." 

"But it didn't." He's slightly annoyed, Ao'nungs ears flicking back as he winces, twisting his arm wrong. 

"Ao'nung." Neteyams voice nearly shakes,"where did you all go?" 

He turns his face away, before muttering,"three brothers rocks." 

"Outside the reef? Ao'nung!" 

"We are all adults, Neteyam, it is allowed now," He's flabbergasted,"Lo'ak had proved himself months ago with his tsurak, we all wanted to go, what's the big deal?" 

"What's the big deal? Really?" He hisses out,"What happened the last time you all had gone out there?" 

Ao'nung grumbles in response, and Neteyam sighs at that. 

"Ao'nung, you could have gotten seriously hurt, Lo'ak as well." 

"Well he didn't, did he? I made sure he didn't get hurt, that's the last thing I want to happen." 

Neteyam curses before standing up, storming out of the marui and fails to notice Neytiri on his way out. She glances back to Ao'nung, watching as he presses his hands to his face and sighs. She decides to thank Ronal in the morning, following after her son to their marui. 

•••

Neteyam is sloppily chopping at the fish provided for them, cursing under his breath. The other sully kids are nearly holding their breath, more specifically so Lo'ak. He watches as his brother slices the fish open, skins alongside the meat and throws the partially finished food into the basket next to him. Neytiri sees this too, before she ushers the other children out of the pod and beckoning Jake over. 

"My child, what is wrong?" She tries to coax gently.  

"Nothing is wrong, why would anything be wrong?" 

Jake watches the visible frustration fall off his son's shoulders,"Neteyam, you are obviously upset-" he starts, before his mate shuts him up with her hands to his lips. 

"My baby, it is about Ao'nung, is it not?" 

Neteyam huffs, pausing his movements. He's silent for a moment, struggling to find the right words,"he could've gotten seriously hurt." 

Neytiri gently moves the pile of fish, basket and knife to the side, before sitting beside him and curling her arm around his torso,"but thankfully, Eywa was watching over them." 

"But he's acting so careless about it!" 

Jake doesn't say anything but provides his undivided attention. 

"My dear, Eywa protected him and your brother, along with the other boys, is that not a blessing?" 

"No, no it is, I just," Neteyam shoots up, pacing away back and forth from his parents,"He just, he has no fear. But he's  stupid, so, so stupid." 

Neytiri finds herself covering her mouth, not wanting her giggles to be known. 

"It's times like this that he's so stupid and ignorant, he's behaving like a child!" 

Jake's eyebrows shoot up, glancing over at his mate, his mouth slightly agape. She grins under her fingers, nodding at him. 

"I was so, so worried for them and it just feels like he's brushing it off as if it were nothing!" 

His shoulders are bunched up, he's huffing in frustration and his tail flicks wildly behind him, and soon enough Neytiri gets up, walking to him and gently grips his shoulders. 

Jake laughs a bit loud, his mate and his son looking to him,"Sorry, my love," he stands and walks to them, cupping the back of his sons head,"my son, you in so many ways remind me of me, but at the same time you are more so like your uncle Tommy. You're headstrong, a natural leader whether with or without the title of Olektan, but right now you remind me of your mother all those years ago when she found me." 

She smiles gently at him, glancing back to their son,"I had said the exact same thing to your father, my baby." 

Neteyam listens, but turns his gaze to face away as he feels his cheeks warm in embarrassment. 

"Ao'nung was reckless, but he was strong in his heart by protecting Lo'ak," his mother cups his cheek, urging him to look at her. When he does, she smiles so soft at him,"just promise me, do not be so upset with him for long? He is a good man now. Keep your heart open."

Neteyam huffs and sighs, nodding and she pulls him down to press a kiss to his forehead. 

"Now, let's fix the fish and make dinner, alright?" 

•••

Neteyam is pacing back and forth along the beach a few days later, his anger has simmered by now thankfully but it still lingers. 

He hears the crunch of sand not far from him and he turns to the noise, tail flicking as he spots Ao'nung walking towards him. He freezes, his hands lifting in mock surrender. 

"Hey, uh," he sheepishly says. 

"Ao'nung," Neteyam responds flatly. 

He huffs back,"You're not still mad, are you?" 

"Oh no, of course not mad how my friends and my brother could've gotten seriously hurt and are now playing it off as nothing." He turns to walk off but is stopped as a hand wraps gently around his wrist. 

"Seriously, we're all fine now. Why are you dragging this out?"

He feels his shoulders bunch up again, turning around,"dragging this out? Really?" He seethes. 

"Yes, Neteyam, you're dragging this out and making this a bigger deal than it has to be." 

"Oh, eywa forbid I was beyond worried about you, and you keep brushing it off!" 

"Neteyam, we are all adults, we were just fishing, seriously," He's growing more annoyed. 

"Ao'nung, I do not care that we're all adults, you were nearly careless!" 

Their voices are raised, and Neteyam steps an inch closer to Ao'nung, pressing his pointer finger into the center of his chest. 

"I was worried about you and you don't seem to care." 

"I do care! But you're acting like someone lost a limb!" He goes on for another minute, and Neteyam finds himself thinking back to the conversation with his parents the other day. His eyes soften only slightly, gazing up at Ao'nung and tracing over his features. His belly erupts as if a million kenten spawned there, and he's grabbing Ao'nung by the back of his neck, just underneath his braid and dragging him down slightly into a searing kiss. 

He's on his tip toes, clings his other hand to Ao'nungs arm and soon enough he's pulling back. 

He huffs out a deep breath, heart in his throat,"I was so worried something terrible had happened, I," he swallows thickly,"I don't want to lose you." 

Ao'nung is frozen, gazing down at him with wide eyes and Neteyam internally panics. 

He backs up an inch,"Sorry, um, I'll just go," but he's stopped and dragged back and his head is tilted back as a rougher kiss is pressed to his lips. 

Ao'nung grips his hip in one big hand and circles his other around his waist, dragging his torso into his own. The kiss is full of want and frustration and led by Ao'nung, and unfortunately he pulls back, pressing his forehead to Neteyams. 

"My eywa, you're a pain," he breathes out, chuckling. 

"Bold coming from you."

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My requests are still open!! Send them my way!

[itwasthereaminuteago]

You asked for some ideas - here's one:

Matt has been out of town for a week and isn't due back until tomorrow. But you were feeling very horny and can't wait that long. You are taking care of yourself when Matt comes home early.

He hadn't called ahead, wanting to surprise you. You kiss him hello, trying to act like you hadn't just been on the edge of an orgasm. But this is Matt so of course he notices. And well, you aren't the only one who is feeling eager.

Oooft sorry this took so long!

He can hear so clearly, above the ever present din of sirens and street noise in the city, the soft sounds you're making while alone in your shared bed, still under the impression that he wouldn't be back home until tomorrow. He does feel a little guilty listening in like this. He's got an unfair advantage over you that you have no idea he's just a rooftop away as you touch yourself, but as he nears ever closer to the apartment and he can almost feel the thick and fast beat of your heart as you near your peak, that guilt melts away. His dress pants grow uncomfortably tight with every step he takes towards the front door.

As he slides his key in the lock he picks up on the jump in your chest as you hear the door opening and frantically try to calm down, quickly rearranging the rumpled covers over yourself as if you weren't just about to come apart with the sound of his name on your lips.

“Matt!? You're home early!?” You call, your adorably flustered tone like music to his ears.

He wonders if he can toy with you a little more before he admits what he's almost caught you at. Matt folds and sets his cane on the table, and as he makes his way into the bedroom the sweet musk of your arousal surrounds him like a mist. He can tell you're wearing one of his old shirts, the thought of you sleeping alone covered in his scent fills his chest with a warm sense of pride.

The shirt is the only thing you're wearing, the glow of the bare parts of your heated skin further illustrating just how turned on you are.

“Hi,” he greets you with a smile he hopes doesn't give his game away just yet, sitting on the side of the bed next to you and leaning down to give you a kiss. “so you didn't want me to come home early?” Matt teases. Your delicious scent is strong on your fingertips, and it's taking every effort for him not to take over and finish what you started.

“No, I- mean, I was just-”

Your floundering is the cutest, and that smile on his lips begins to widen as you surreptitiously clench your thighs together trying to deny your ‘alone time’.

“You were just…?”

Matt knows it's cruel but he's enjoying making you squirm too much to quit, and he'll more than make it all up to you in a minute.

“Uh, just having a nap.”

“Well, I'm sorry to have disturbed you.”

“It's really okay, I wasn't really asleep, and I'm glad you're back.”

Matt slips a hand under the sheets, gently stroking along your bare thigh. “No, you weren't really asleep, were you sweetheart?”

You swallow and shake your head, your heart rate climbing back up again as he slowly leans down to kiss so soft and sensuously at the spot right below your ear before whispering-

“Tell me what you need.”

His fingers trace a path up to your hip, drawing small deliberate circles of increasing circumference, the tips of them just barely brushing over the juncture of your thighs making you hum and make space between them. Matt smiles but doesn't change his course, waiting for you to reach your arms up and around his neck, pulling him over you into a kiss.

He indulges you, tongue sliding and tangling with your own drawing desperation and urging sounds from your throat. When you break for breath he asks again.

“C'mon sweetie, use your words for me.”

“Need you, Matt.” you respond, reaching for his crotch to palm the sizable bulge there to make your request crystal clear. “Missed you so much-”

His eyes crinkle, wincing at the sensitivity as you caress him through his pants. Then he's on the bed beside you and you're watching hungrily as the leather of his belt slips through the loops and the button and fly are undone, and suddenly you're being guided to straddle him, and he's dragging the fat head of his cock between your glistening folds and your mouth hangs open in a silent ‘o’ as he pushes up inside with one deep punch of his hips.

“Fuck, I missed you too.”

[witch-oftheflowers]

Blue Collar AU! Simon and Ximena~

AN: It's happening! Let's go I wanna see how these two are with their family if they didn't enter the military. And if they got together- enjoy!

Masterlist

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Early morning. Like always the pair woke up.

Simon's brown eyes stared at the ceiling as he debated to even get up. He rubbed his eyes a bit as he hum.

"Couldn't sleep papi?" Ximena's soft voice asked. As she rolled over a bit, her curls were in braids. Softly she was getting out the bed her hair was a mess as she did toss and turn often.

Simon nods his head as he ran a large hand through his buzzed short hair. His eyes shut for a second as he was thinking.

"Twas a bit 'arsh. But I'll manage." He got out the bed. He had a soft belly, but his built was still lean. He was fit due to his physically demanding job. He didn't mind it though as he was providing for his wife and kids-

"How's the little bugger doing?" He asked her as he was scratching his ear. Sleep was still clinging to him as he went into the restroom first.

Ximena scoffed as she finally got on her feet.

"Not gonna let the pregnant lady go first gringo??" She teased him as she started to rummage into her dressers. Grabbing he great scrubs along with a tank top for underneath.

Setting them on the bed she went out to the kitchen and made them both a cuppa.

Simon came out as he stretched a bit.

"Mamas where you at?" He called out

"Kitchen-" she coed to him as she was rubbing her stomach

He was dressed quickly. In his dark blue jeans, a long sleeve thermal black shirt. And his usual plaided long sleeve shirt, also black. His scuffled bear was noticable as he gave her a kiss.

"Little bug is a lot..but I'll manage.." she mention as he nods. Remembering he did ask her

"I'm sorry. Wish these buggers weren't all energetic." He said his voice gravely and worn..but he did what he did for the family they made. He'll do whatever the must.

"go ahead get ready. I'll make you cuppa proper." He smiled to her as he swat her arse. Letting her giggles reach his ears as she vanished from his sight.

He was pondering in his head if he should tell her. Someone he knew long ago asked if he was interested in becoming a firefighter.

He bit his lip as he knew it would bring in more for them. A bit riskier for him even. But he didn't mind the risk. He was thinking of his wife and kids. And with a fifth one on the way. He knew he needed to do better. His wifes an intelligent woman. A nurse but working her way to become a doctor. He wanted to help cover the school bills for her and the kids later on-

Ximena came back in wearing her uniform. Her hair was pulled into a bun as she gladly took the cup from him

"Gracias~ such a proper man" she teased him as she gave him a kiss. He smiled as he pressed his forehead against hers

"Xi.. I got something to tell ya." He said as she took a sip. Enjoying the taste of the honey he added.

"Hmmm? Dieme? What's wrong?" She asked softly as she glanced to him with worried eyes. Her eyebrows were knit together as she was taking in his words

"What if.. I 'ad a change in careers.." he stated as she watched him nervously sip his mug. The way his eyes were crinkling in the corners she could tell he was anxious

"For what? It seems like you've been thinking mi amor. Tell me.." she edge him on as she placed a comforting hand over his.

"A firefighter?" He said as more a question. He looked to her eyes seeking an answer before she spoke

"I wouldn't mind whatever you do. I just want you to know the risks and dangers. Besides that I wouldn't mind it Simon." She said as she gave him a firm smile.

"Whatever you decide just let me know. I'll cheer you on love. Be your personal cheerleader~" she teased him in the end as she pinched his cheeks

He smiled as he gave her a big wet kiss. Softly pulling her in for an embrace. He tickled her side and stomach a bit as she let a laugh out.

"You know what you do to me? You're to good for me Mama's. Way to good.." he whispered and teased her. Softly he smiled as he pepper kisses all over her chub cheeks

"Aye stop it- I'ma piss myself!" She swat his arm as he pulled away laughing..his deep chuckle filled her ears. Quickly he ran away towards the door

"I'll see you tonight-!" He echo the words out as he laced his shoes. Trying to avoid his wife's rage.

"Tonight my love~" she coed to him as she smiled.

The sound of footsteps filled the house as the front door closed.

The four kiddos came out as they smiled to their mommy. Three girls and a boy.

"Ok niños! Grandma and Grandpa are coming over. " She announced as they for excited.

Another exciting day for the kids ahead. And the two parents that love them. Yeah they'll figure it out with a fifth one

[vodika-vibes]

Hi Vod‘ika ! 😄👋🏻

I want to keep the love for the skirata boys going, but my current obsession is A‘den and there is very very little with him, so I would like to request him and this outlining the marks (that you made on them) with your fingers-prompt cuz it gives me butterflies 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

thanks ☺️✌🏻

Little Touches

Summary: You and A'den have a mid-morning conversation.

Pairing: A'den Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 887

Warnings: Implications of sexual activity

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I got both of these asks, so I'm just going to answer the first one! And hello! Thank you for your request! I hope I A'den justice for you.

The bedroom is quiet, save for the sound of your fan in the corner of the room. And you’re not sure if you drifted to sleep or not, though you hope you hadn’t…you so rarely get A’den all to yourself, after all, and spending any amount of that time sleeping feels a little bit like a crime.

Though, you suppose you do have a good reason for being exhausted. 

A’den had returned to you just after dinner the night before, and then he spent the whole night reminding you why you always waited for him. As if you needed the reminder, but you enjoyed it all the same.

Your body might not agree, but, well, soreness and exhaustion are temporary.

You lift your head off his chest, shifting your body just enough that you’re able to rest your arms on his torso and rest your chin on your arms, and you just stare down at him. He’s asleep, though you shouldn’t be surprised.

He was exhausted when he came home last night, and then he spent the whole night expending even more energy. Your brave man will probably sleep for hours.

Good, he deserves it.

Your gaze drifts from his face, though you could stare at his face for hours (you even have before, sometimes you can’t sleep and just being next to him is enough sometimes-) and trails down to his bare chest, and you feel your face heat in embarrassment.

His neck and chest are covered in red marks. Red marks from you, from your lips, and from your enthusiasm the night before. 

How…embarrassing.

For a moment you consider getting up to grab some bacta gel from the fresher, but his arm is tight around your waist, and you really don’t want to get up just yet.

So, instead, you reach out with one finger and slowly trace one of the bruises, and then the next one, and the one after that. You’re so distracted that you don’t notice that he woke up, until his hand slides up your back and tangles in your hair, “Good morning,” His voice is low and raspy with sleep, and you immediately feel bad for waking him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” You whisper to him. 

He favors you with a bright smile, his eyes crinkling with joy, and he lightly tugs you up so he’s able to kiss you properly, “Why would I want to sleep when you’re right here?” He asks.

“You must be exhausted-”

“Not that exhausted,” He corrects, and then you notice mischief on his face, “Enjoying your handiwork?”

You can feel heat rush to your face, and you bury your face in his neck. “I was thinking that I should go find some bacta for you.”

“Mm. No thanks.”

“A’den!” You whine as you lift your head.

“I like these bruises.” His grin softens and he lightly caresses your cheek, “Like having the physical marks that you need me as much as I need you.”

“You don’t need bruises to know that, do you?”

“Well, I suppose I could always get a tattoo,” A’den muses, “Right over my heart. It would say Property of-”

He’s cut off when you press your hand over his mouth, “Nooo!”

A’den laughs and tugs your hand off his mouth, “What’s wrong, cyare? Don’t want me to proclaim to all and sundry that I’m yours.”

“Not like that! Everyone knows that name tattoos are a death sentence for relationships.” You squeak when he tugs you so that you’re laying on top of him.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah!” You smile down at him, “Besides, I’m pretty sure everyone who’s anyone already knows that you’re spoken for.”

“Sure, they know I have a cyare, but I haven’t told them your name or anything.” A’den agrees, “Wanted to keep you to myself for a time.” He tugs you into a kiss, which devolves into a series of kisses that results in him flipping you onto your back and pinning you to the bed. 

“That’s fair. I did the same with my family, but also, they definitely wouldn’t approve.”

“Cause I’m a clone?” A’den asks.

“Cause you’re kinda…poor.”

“Oh. Valid.” He kisses you again, “You want to meet my family, cyare? They’re all just as poor as I am, though.”

You press your hands against his cheek, “A’den Skirata, do I look like the kind of person who cares about something as inconsequential as money?”

“Hm,” He looks around your room, “Seeing as you’ve thrifted everything in this room, including your clothes, I would say no. Your parents must be devastated.”

“Heartbroken. They buy me multi-thousand credit outfits for when I visit them.”

“You poor thing.” A’den presses a kiss to your throat, “You haven’t answered the question. Do you want to meet my buir and my brothers?”

“I’d love to,” You reply with a small smile, “Should I bring a present?”

“Why would you do that?” He asks with a laugh.

“Just…want them to like me.”

A’den leans in and he kisses you deeply, “Cyare, they’ll love you because I love you.” He lightly nips your lower lip, “Now, cyar’ika, how are you feeling? Sore? Pain?”

A slow grin crosses your face, “Oh, nothing that won’t fade with some activity.”

A’den laughs, “Well then, I should help you with that.”

[coolmayordamien]

Writing Request (if you're still taking them):

Dark/Wilford sick-fic with comfort? I don't mind if it's Dark or Wil that's sick, but I can imagine either of them being reluctant to stay in bed for different reasons, lol

You got it!

Darkiplier/Wilford Warfstache

Summary: Dark isn't feeling well. Wilford knows what to do.

Tags: Sickfic, silliness, this is way longer than it has any right to be,

Wilford's eyes flashed with concern as he pressed the back of his hand against Dark's forehead. The man with the pink mustache dutifully ignored his grayscale partner's rumbling complaints, although he did pay careful attention to the deep, wracking coughs that Dark couldn't seem to repress.

"That's a fever, sugar," he said regretfully. "And that there's a nasty sounding cough. You, my dear Dark, are not only merely sick--you're really most sincerely sick."

"I'm perfectly fine, Wil," Dark scowled, trying to duck out of Wilford's grip. The pair had been together long enough for the entity to know what happened when he became unwell. He wanted to get out of that situation as fast as he-

Without having taken a single step, Dark found himself tucked securely into bed, trapped by sheets that had been arranged with military precision. He was also dressed in his pajamas-nope, actually, those were Wilford's pajamas. Dark's closet definitely didn't contain such things as a hot pink long-sleeved sleep shirt covered in flaming black hearts. He bet that if he could manage to un-tuck himself, he would find out that the pants matched.

"Don't pout," Wilford warned from above him, wagging a finger. "You just lie back and look pretty. Ol' Wilfy's gonna take good care of you."

Dark absolutely did not pout, although he did release an annoyed huff as he flopped back into the pillows. He flushed a little as Wil fussed with his coverings, making sure that he was warm enough, and then moreso when his partner pressed a loving kiss to his forehead.

"I'm going to get you some soup! Soup is what you need to get better. And lots of kisses, but that will have to wait until after the soup," the madman rambled. "You be good now, alright?"

"Alright," Dark agreed pleasantly.

--

Dark finally managed to wiggle his way out of his partner's restrictive blankets, refusing to acknowledge exactly how long that it had taken him. He didn't want to upset Wil, but he really needed to get some work done. And stretch his legs. And basically do anything other than just sitting in bed, bored to tears.

Besides, he wasn't that sick. It was just a cough. He didn't even feel that tired, he thought quietly pulling open the door.

Only to reveal Wilford standing on the other side, holding a steaming bowl of soup and a glass of water. They stared at each other for a moment in perfect silence before Wil's eyes crinkled cheerfully.

"Hello, my love!" He sang out, gesturing with the items in his hands. "If you'll just let me put these down, I have a question for you."

"I can explain-" Dark said hesitantly, breaking out into a cold sweat as Wilford moved into the room, carefully placing his burdens on a side table. The mustached man spun on his heel, hands on his hips and a grin on his face.

"Don't be so nervous, darling, it's not a hard question. I just want to know where exactly you think that you're going," Wilford wondered, tapping a finger against his own cheek in contemplation.

Dark searched desperately for the right answer before slowly saying, "No...where?"

"Good answer, my love," Wilford laughed, tucking him into bed. Dark really wished he'd stop teleporting him around; it was sort of making him dizzy. "Now eat your soup before it gets cold. I'll just be down the hall, filming an interview."

Wilford checked his temperature again, kissing his cheek. "By the way sugar, that was strike one."

Fuck.

--

Dark slid open the window as quietly as he could, making sure that there were no witnesses down on the ground. He coughed twice, painfully, and his head whipped around to search for his looming lover. There was no sign of him, thankfully.

He was only on the second story. It couldn't be that hard to climb down two stories.

He made it about two feet before a voice called out from below him, "Strike two, love."

He shrieked. He fell. He was caught in strong arms, and then gently placed into bed.

Damn it.

--

He could just open a portal-

"Strike three, Dark. You're out."

Shit.

--

Dark coughed so hard that he retched, slumping back into the pillows with a groan. He was drenched with sweat, burning up from the inside out, and everything ached.

"I know, I know," Wilford crooned, dabbing at his forehead with a warm rag. "I'm sorry to say that you did this to yourself, my love."

"Yeah, I know," Dark sighed, cuddling into Wilford's side. "This is a little...much, though."

The madman smirked, stroking his dark love's damp hair. "It's just until you feel better, sweetheart. I can't have you sick. It upsets me."

"I don't want to upset you," the monochrome man said softly. "Thanks for taking care of me, Wil."

"Silly," Wilford teased, gently tapping his nose. "I love you."

"I love you too," Dark's voice was muffled, as he had buried his face in his lover's side to prevent further boops. "Can you unchain me now? The ankle cuff itches."

"Not a chance."

[whitesuited]

the last time they'd seen sam captain america, he'd joked the pair of them argued like an old married couple -------- which seems like an awfully strange way to describe the sideways glances he keeps sending her way, or the habit she's taken on of sticking the tip of her tongue in between her teeth every time bucky says ' we ' when he really means her.

------------- but what does it say about her that she notices all those little glances of his that come her way? or secretly enjoys whenever she's given the opportunity to tell him ' no ' over something small, only to watch him sigh knowing just how absolutely stubborn she is ( how stubborn they both are ). it's something that started what feels like a lifetime ago back in madripoor, and it hasn't changed just because the scenery has.

at least more often than not @maavel doesn't have the benefit of a gunshot wound to her abdomen taking his side in these arguments. now this time around might not be a back - and - forth will - she or won't - she let him take her in for emergency care with the backdrop of a sidestreet in new york city, but considering the current tension between the two of them in this conversation, it might as well be. ( the brick and mortar they're both currently leaning against is giving her more than enough deja vu as it is. )

       "look ...," her eyes have been covered for the last several seconds by the palms of her hands, an expression that comes complete with furrowed brow and a nose that's been broken one too many times all crinkled up ----------- either out of annoyance or attempting to manifest him dropping his objection to her taking this job on her own so they can all move on. "i've done this sort of shit a thousand times over all by myself. i'm a big girl."

it isn't until she frees her eyes that she realizes just how close he is beside her -------- side by side and shoulders touching despite the large area of the wall they have to work with. ( has he always been this close? did he shift while her eyes were closed, or did she do it subconsciously? )

when she looks at him, there are certain facets of his expression that makes her feel like she's staring into a mirror ------- and she hates it when he looks at her with that one - two knockout of blue - grey eyes and a frown. ( while she normally doesn't so much as give a shit about what other people think of her, somehow there's a part of her that cares a little too much about what he does. ) "don't. don't do that." please don't.

she's unsure of what ultimately pushes her past the point of self - preservation reservation to lean into what little space there is between the two of them and press a kiss against that frown ( knowing there's nothing she can say to convince him otherwise? acknowledging the fact she always seems to spend a good amount of these arguments fixated on those little tells in his eyes, or his jaw, or his mouth? ) regardless, she lingers probably a little longer than she should before pulling back. "i'm going, okay? just let me go."

[choke-me-joey]

Matching Tattoos

Eddie Munson x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, DO NOT GIVE ANYONE OR YOURSELF TATTOOS AT HOME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GO TO A PROFESSIONAL THIS IS FICTION AND A VERY UNHYGIENIC SITUATION FOR NEW TATTOOS, blowjobs, gagging, swallowing, friends to lovers, Eddie is so fucking sweet, porn with some plot followed by fluff.

Part 2

"Isn't she pretty?" Eddie grins, producing the homemade tattoo gun from under his bed. Pretty was a very strong word. More like a clump of sketchy looking metal held together with even sketchier looking screws and rubber bands.

You scoff. "If you think she's pretty I'm seriously starting to question your taste, Munson. Going from Chrissy Cunningham to this? That's quite a decline."

Eddie rolls his eyes.

"You're never going to drop that are you? Chrissy was a 5 minute crush, besides, she's been dating that douchebag Jason Carver for ages now." Eddie waves his hand to signify his distate. "Anyway, nowadays my taste is more...refined, thank you very much. Hence why I am going through the world's longest dry spell at the moment. Now shut up, and get on the bed. We're doing this." He buzzes the tattoo gun for extra effect.

"Yessir." Giving him a cheeky salute, you lie down on Eddie's bed as he messes around with the ink, and something crinkles beneath you. Your brow furrows as you dig underneath you, and you pull out a dog eared magazine. You flick through the pages, your cheeks flushing. "Jesus, Eddie, resorting to porno mags? You really are suffering." You throw the crusty magazine at him, laughing. Eddie quickly kicks it under his bed.

"What? I got needs, Y/N, and its not exactly like there's a line of babes wanting to fuck the town freak."

"Not even with the whole struggling rockstar vibe you've got going on?" You cock your eyebrow, shooting him a smirk.

"Right? I should be drowning in pussy," he grins, and you roll your eyes. "Still want it on your hip, right?"

"As long as it can be covered by a bathing suit so my parents don't murder me, have at it."

Eddie gulps as you unbutton your jeans, shimmying your hips out of them and exposing your simple black panties to him. You then roll your shirt up your stomach and tie it in a knot to prevent it from getting in his way.

It wasn't like he hadn't seen you like this before, he'd seen you in a bathing suit hundreds of times but this....this was different. This was you, half naked, on his bed. You that Eddie had been harbouring a crush on for a good year or so now, hence the dry spell. He didn't want anyone else, he wanted you, his best friend, his partner in crime, his girl. Nobody in this deadbeat town even came close, not anymore.

He was ashamed to even admit that the magazine you'd fished out from his bed was merely a distraction tool. So many nights he'd fucked his fist thinking of you, the way your body glistened in the sun that time when you sunbathed out the back of his trailer in that black bikini, the way your breasts threatened to spill out of the cups and your ass peeked out from the bottoms that left very little to the imagination.

He had to get you out of his head. It was sick, it was wrong, you were his best friend. His beautiful, funny, smart, sexy as hell best friend. If he had to beat off to some random chick in a disgustingly cheap porno magazine just to stop him thinking about you, so be it.

But honestly, when you'd asked him to give you a tattoo on your hip, the magazines just weren't doing it anymore.

Eddie cleared his throat. "You sure about this Y/N?"

"Eddie, shut up and ink me already," you smile, playfully nudging him with your foot. "You drew it up, yeah?"

"One bat comin' at ya," Eddie grins, showing you the little stencil he'd drawn. It was an exact copy of the largest bat out of the swarm on his arm. "You know we can never not be friends after this right? Matching tattoos is a pretty big commitment."

"Until death do us part." You teased.

"I fuckin' do," Eddie kissed your hand, making you snort. Your friendship had always been like this, flirty to the point where people were always wondering if you were together or not. But that's all it ever was, all bark and no bite per say. "Can you move your, uh, your-"

"Panties, Eddie? For someone who used the phrase 'drowning in pussy' earlier I refuse to believe 'panties' gets you all flustered." You tease, pushing down your panties and exposing your skin to him.

Eddie can feel his palms sweating as your panties slip dangerously low, almost exposing that dip between your legs. His mouth is as dry as the fucking desert when he catches a glimpse of your smooth, soft skin. God, he wants to put his mouth there. He wants to put his mouth all over you actually. He coughs once more.

"Right, let's do this, pretty girl." He carefully cleans the area you want tattooed with some antiseptic liquid before laying the stencil down, carefully pulling it away to reveal the outline on your skin. "Looks metal, babe, you ready?"

You nod, clutching his comforter in one hand as he brings the needle to your skin and the buzzing starts. You bite your lip as you feel the needle meet your flesh, a searing burning pain but not too unbearable.

As he drags the needle across your soft skin, Eddie is sweating. He's so close to a part of you he desperately wants to explore, to kiss and lick and make you scream his name until you're sobbing in ecstasy. But he can't. Why would someone like you ever be interested in the town freak? The nerdy metalhead that spends his free time planning extensive D&D campaigns, or playing in shitty dive bars to a crowd of not even 10 people didn't compare to the jocks who went to endless parties, or did something better than spending their spring break in their trailer getting high and watching horror movies.

"Whatcha thinking about, handsome?" Your sweet, sweet voice breaks him out of his thoughts and he looks up at you. God, you look like a fucking angel right now, all draped across his bed with your hair over his pillow. He knows he'll be able to smell the shampoo you use on that later.

Eddie, always one to almost never lose his cool, shoots you a cheeky grin.

"Thinkin' about how I could tattoo my name on you, pretty Make sure everyone knows who's girl you are."

"Everyone already knows, I've only got eyes for you, dungeon master."

Fuck, he wishes you wouldn't call him that. Not like this anyway. Not with this amount clothes on. Or not on.

"Less of the dirty talk, you. I'm trying to concentrate here." He growls, wiping the residual ink off your skin, refilling and continuing his work. You try to ignore the throbbing in your panties and how good his hands feel on your bare skin.

-

35 minutes later, it's Eddie's turn. After cleaning and covering your new artwork, you get yourself dressed (much to Eddie's disappointment) and turn to him with a wicked grin.

"Pants off, Munson."

"Yes, ma'am." Copying your salute from earlier, he unbuckles his handcuff belt and undoes his jeans, shimmying out of them and tossing them somewhere in his room. He also pulls off his Hellfire shirt. You raise an eyebrow. "What? Can't risk anything happening to it, I gotta wait another week before I can get more!"

"Alright, nerd, lie down." You smile, rummaging around in your bag for the little design you'd drawn up for him. You pass the small design of the devil from the Hellfire logo to him and he grins.

"That's metal."

"So metal that nobody is gonna see it unless they're going down on you."

"Yeah, but we'll know it's there. It'll be like our dirty little secret, Y/N."

"Hot," you laugh as Eddie lies down, putting his arms behind his head. He tilts his head down towards his hips.

"Get to work, missy."

You'd been practising on that gross fake skin stuff in preparation for this, but nothing could have prepared you for touching Eddie...here. His skin was so soft and warm, and he smelled so good. A mix of his old cologne he'd gotten from you last Christmas, smoke and a hint of sweat. It was so Eddie, it made your heart flutter and somewhere else flutter too.

You think Eddie takes the needle like a champ, but when you look up at him about 20 minutes later, his eyes are screwed shut.

"Hurt that much?" You grin and he shakes his head, eyes still closed.

"Nah, babe, honestly, I'm...fine." He hesitates. You stop for a second, tilting your head to the side in question. You go to wipe off some of the excess ink and your arm brushes over his boxers accidentally.

Oh.

"Eddie, are you-"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, don't talk about it." Eddie chokes out, his cheeks flushing. His loose plaid boxers had done a good job of hiding his semi, but when you'd brushed against it, it was game over.

Eddie was hard.

"I-is this like a normal reaction to getting tattooed, or...?" You stutter, your mouth feeling dryer than fucking Gandhi's flip flop.

Eddie sighs, throwing an arm over his face.

"No, it's a normal reaction to a very, very pretty girl hovering near my dick, babe." He says in a small voice. Your cheeks flush as you place the tattoo gun down on his bedside table.

"O-oh. Well, do you want me t-to stop? Or I could help with...I could help you with that?"

Eddie groans behind his arm.

"Babe, don't tease me like that, that's just cruel. 'Sides, wouldn't you feel...weird jerking me off?"

Your mind had not gone to jerking him off. In fact, it had gone a step further.

"Oh, I-I wasn't...I was gonna, um-"

"Blow me?!" Eddie throws his arm off of his face and stares at you, and you pretend you don't notice his cock jumping in his boxers. "You, my super hot best friend Y/N, are seriously offering to suck my dick right now?!"

"I-I’m sorry-"

"Sorry?! What the fuck are you sorry for?! Making all my wet dreams come true?!"

You giggle. "Eddie, shut up."

"No, I'm serious, Y/N, you've been in here-" he sits up and taps the side of his head "-doing some nasty shit for so fucking long. Why do you think I'm jacking off to shitty porno mags instead of chasing pussy?"

You're silent, a slow smile spreading across your face as your hand creeps over his crotch, gently palming at his cock which jumps in your hand.

"Well, lucky for you, dungeon master, you've also been the star of my wet dreams."

Eddie falls back onto his pillows with a groan. "Fuck, I can't believe this is actually fucking happening."

"Tell me what you want to do to me, Eds." Your voice is low and sultry as you give him a squeeze. He looks at you, tongue darting out to wet his chapped lips. You tug at his boxers, giving him a questioning look. He grabs your wrist.

"Are you sure about this, Y/N? Cos if it's a choice between getting off, or keeping you as my best friend, I'd rather keep you babe. Blue balls and all."

You smile softly; Eddie was too sweet for his own good. It was one of the things you loved most about him.

"What about if you get to get off and still keep me?" You say, pushing his hand away and slowly pulling his boxers down. His cock springs out, slapping against his lower stomach. He was long and thick, uncut with an upwards curve that the very sighmade your pussy clench. You huff out an exasperated laugh. "Holy shit, Eds."

"Good 'holy shit', or bad 'holy shit'?" Eddie's cheeks are flushed as he smirks.

"You know the answer to that." You wrap your hand around his cock, making him hiss as you stroke the silky skin. You pull the foreskin down to expose his angry looking, reddish purple mushroom head, and a drop of precum blurts out. You continue to stroke him, eyes fixed on his face.

"Fuck, stop looking at me like that," Eddie groans, his cock twitching in your hand. "'S too much."

"Like what?" You smirk, straddling his thighs. He can't answer you, any sort of answer immediately wiped from his brain as you lower your mouth to the head of his cock and lick, tasting him for the first time. His hips buck, forcing more of his cock into your mouth, making you gag out of surprise.

"Shit, sorry, sorry," Eddie gasps. "Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good, don't be surprised if I come like, super quick, okay? Been thinking about this for so fucking long you have no idea. And you look....God, you looking so fucking beautiful right now."

You shoot him a soft smile, pressing a kiss to his cock before taking him into your mouth properly, swallowing as much of him down as you can.

Eddie's hand comes to your hair, gently stroking it as you bob your head up and down. The flavour of him blooms over your tongue and makes you hum in appreciation.

"Fuck, babe, your mouth...shit, it's so fucking good, taking my cock so well..."

You pull up and suckle the head, flicking your tongue over the slit. "Holy shit, you're gonna kill me, sweetheart."

You smirk, pulling back and pursing your lips, allowing a glob of spit to fall from your mouth onto the head, dribbling down the shaft. Eddie falls back onto the pillows. "That's it, you've killed me, you're blowing a dead man, baby."

"A dead man who's gonna come in my mouth, right?" You mumble, jerking him quickly, your spit allowing your hand to slide over his shaft with ease. Eddie keens, his teeth gritted.

"You can't say shit like that, angel, I'm about ready to blow as it is."

"Do it, I want it." You reply, taking his cock into the warmth of your mouth once more. You allow him to fuck your face, both hands now resting on the back of your head as you swallowed around him.

"Shit, fuck, oh my fucking god, baby, Y/N, I'm gonna come, fuck I'm gonna come so fucking hard in that pretty mouth of yours, yeah? God, you're such a good girl, so good f'me, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!"

Eddie comes with a broken moan, his hips thrusting upwards and his hands holding you in place as his cock pumps rope after rope of cum down your throat. You moan, relishing the taste of him, which makes Eddie shudder at the overstimulation. You swallow everything he gives you. "Fuck, sweetheart, can you show me?"

You begrudgingly take your mouth off of his cock and open your mouth, tilting your head back slightly and sticking your tongue out to show him that you had indeed swallowed his cum. "Holy shit. I'm gonna get hard again." He groans, his chest heaving and his cock twitching slightly. You giggle and place a kiss to it, and Eddie grabs you, pulling you on top of him, careful to avoid the new ink. "I can kiss you, right?"

"I think we're past that, Eddie" You smile and squeak in surprise as he pulls your face to his, capturing your lips in a hasty kiss. It's a chaste kiss, experimental and you break away briefly. His eyes lock with yours, as if he was trying to search them to see if this was okay. "It's okay, Eds" you whisper, nodding gently. His eyes dart to your mouth and back up to your eyes.

"Do I get to keep you?" He whispers, his fingers softly stroking your cheek. You brush your nose against his.

"You get to keep me."

[acaiasahi]

✶ seasons ; kang minhee.

synopsis. your love for one another changing and evolving the whole year round.

info. fluff. kang minhee x gn!reader [ they / them prns ]. 1,543 words.

warnings. grammatical and structural errors, lowercase and smaller text intended, proofread-ish!

[ now playing . . . ] dear soulmate by laufey.

he watches in awe as you babble on, endless topics spewing from your pretty lips that he so badly wants to kiss but he holds back. a soft smile grows onto his face, his cheeks turning a beautiful love-filled hue as you look up at him as if you were awaiting his answer.

he watches in awe as you babble on, endless topics spewing from your pretty lips that he so badly wants to kiss but he holds back. a soft smile grows onto his face, his cheeks turning a beautiful love-filled hue as you look up at him as if you were awaiting his answer.

he watches in awe as you babble on, endless topics spewing from your pretty lips that he so badly wants to kiss but he holds back. a soft smile grows onto his face, his cheeks turning a beautiful love-filled hue as you look up at him as if you were awaiting his answer.

you tilt your head to the side, the silence calm and comfortable. his whole face turns red, embarrassed for making you wait. "i-i'm sorry, could you say that again?" he asks bashfully.

a giggle bubbles from your throat, hand linking with his as you pull him along the floralscapes. "i said, do you mind taking a picture of me?" minhee nods, i mean, how could he say no when you asked so nicely?

you pose amongst the flowers, putting them to shame against your beauty. both of you grin from ear to ear like a pair of lovesick fools, a dreamy sigh floats past his lips as his thumb continuously taps the camera button.

"so pretty," he mumbles quite loudly to himself. your face is caked with a humorous expression, "sorry, i didn't mean to say that out lou—"

"it's okay, you're pretty too," you smile up at him before looking down at your phone and scrolling through the pictures. minhee feels his heart drop to the floor, a flurry of coral flushing his cheeks.

yeah, he was definitely done for.

✶ summer.

you play with the mushy sand between your hands, patting and stacking the grains into something that closely resembles a castle as you attempt to distract yourself from the sizzling sun.

looking up from your masterpiece, turning your gaze over to the peacefully sleeping boy next to you. he's laying on his back, sunglasses covering his sleepy eyes.

"of course he took a nap! when has he ever not taken one?" you ask yourself jokingly. you crawl closer into the shaded area where he lay, watching the way he twitches every now and then.

the soft rise and fall of his chest is almost hypnotic when you finally reach him up close. you sit beside him, slowly taking off the sunglasses to fully see his face.

brushing more pieces of his platinum blonde hair out of his eyes, he stirs around before getting comfortable again. you laugh at how his face scrunches up, his nose crinkling and his lips turning into a soft pout due to you disrupting his sleep.

you let him sleep for a little while longer, the sound of the waves and wind whipping past you and relieving you of the swarming heat. time goes by slowly, the sky slowly forming into a cotton candy palette.

minhee stays the same, the noisy beach-goers not even close to swaying his slumber. you press featherlight kisses upon his face before whispering to him, luring him into consciousness.

"mini, wake up," you say softly. nothing but an adoring smile on your face, eyebrows raised as you watch his eyes flick side to side under his eyelids.

not long after, he opens one eye to give the person who bothered him a piece of his sleepy mind. his angry expression quickly fading to one of love as his eyes land on your hovering form.

you laugh at him, his whole reaction reminding you of a toddler who had gotten their toy taken away. "morning, my love!" you say sweetly before chuckling.

"how can i get you to stop napping like this?" you ask jokingly, tracing random shapes upon his bare chest. his laugh is throaty as he rubs the sleep from his eyes, "hm, how about a trillion kisses?"

you groan at his flirting, "deal." you leave a soft peck upon his lips to shut him up, but it's not like he was complaining.

✶ fall.

the unexpected rainy weather had muddled your date plans, so with no other option, you both decided to stay inside and enjoy each other's company.

you hear soft padding against the wooden floors, "here, honey," minhee mutters softly. you turn around to see him holding two mugs, you wonder what's inside them. as if on cue, he speaks up.

"it's hot cocoa, kinda feel like it's the perfect weather to have it," he says with a shrug before jutting the mug out for you to grab.

your stone cold hands quickly grab the harry potter themed cup, chilly fingers warming up. you hold it close as minhee takes a seat opposite of you. placing your legs atop of his as he uses his free hand to graze his fingertips against your shin affectionately.

your gaze is stuck on the window that's littered with droplets of water. the pitter-patter somewhat soothing despite it being the cause of your plan's downfall.

"i wish we could go out," you say dejectedly. sighing, you look back at the messy-haired boy, "are you saying that you'd rather be outside than cooped up with little ol' me?" he asks with mock offense.

a snort fills your tiny apartment, "oh, knock it off!" you start, "that's not what i meant and y'know that." minhee nods along before placing a hand on his chest dramatically.

"i never thought you'd hurt me like this, y/n. out of all people!" he whines before placing his mug upon the window sill and cradling his head in his hands.

you laugh at the little show he's putting on, "wherever you go, i'm right there with you. end of story." you say sincerely, taking one of his hands in yours and kissing the back of it.

minhee giggles at the ticklish feeling, before shyly smiling and returning the kiss on your nose.

"you missed," pointing at your lips with a cheeky smile slapped onto your face. minhee chuckles at your straightforwardness before leaning in and placing a soft kiss where you had asked.

✶ winter.

the biting winter weather causes you to snuggle into your puffer jacket, hands stuffed in your pockets in search of warmth.

minhee watches you shiver as you take a late night stroll along the han river, a frown automatically finds it's way to his lips. he scoots closer to you, wrapping an arm around your hunched shoulders.

"any better?" he asks, you nod sheepishly before muttering a soft 'better'.

you lazily throw an arm around his waist, pulling him closer with a cheeky smile on your face. you'd be deemed crazy if you were to pass up on the opportunity to have your lover closer to you.

"it's freezing," teeth chattering with every word that was spoken. your voice was soft, almost like a whisper as minhee laughs due to your frozen state.

your pout grows, removing yourself from lanky limbs. your footsteps stop, leaving you stationary. he whips around, looking at you in confusion. "stop laughing at me, i'm cold!" you say with a frown, crossing your arms.

minhee rolls his eyes, "so dramatic!" he walks over to you and envelopes you into a bone crushing hug. "can we stay like this?" you ask, sighing into his chest.

you feel the rumble in his chest as he speaks, "wouldn't want it any other way, sweetheart."

butterflies erupt in your stomach, you face being shoved deeper in his chest as you grow embarrassed because of his words.

"aw, is my honey shy?" he coos at you, lifting your head to look at him. forefinger and thumb tucked under your chin as he leans in for a kiss.

minhee's hands fly to your hips, rubbing soft circles as his kisses never let up. you pull away gently, opening your eyes to see him chasing after your lips. taking mercy on the tall boy, you leave a few pecks along his face before leaving the last on his lips.

"i love you," his voice small and only for you to hear. he leans his forehead against yours, eyes closed in content.

though the cold weather already flushing your faces in soft strawberry hue, the color grows deeper due to his affectionate words towards you.

there was this air of enchantment swarming you two, the feeling becoming addictive as you both stay still in each other's arms.

"i love you too," you whisper to him and only him. he hums in acknowledgment before leaving a kiss on your head. "not as much as i love you though," he jokes, his gaze coming back to yours.

scoffing at his challenge, "yeah, sure you do," you say sarcastically before smiling up at him. your laughter grows as you stay huddled together.

his laughter fades while you continue giggling to yourself, hands coming up to cover your face. minhee watches intently, and despite the cold, dreary weather, your presence reminds him of sunlight.

your aura reminds him of a honeycomb gold, your laughs drawn out because of him. you were perfect, everything he's ever wanted in life. god, you were the love his life and there was no doubt about it.

two years of the earth traveling around the sun, your love wasn't even close to being swayed by the seasons.

this is what love is.

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[ 🎧 ] jaydi's notes. actually rly proud on how this one turned out. had the rudest, most meanest writers block for a sec so it's good to put smth i genuinely like out so slayyyy

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[teenandbeyond]

Levi Ackerman x M.Reader

REQUESTED

This was requested, but I forgot to add it to the anonymous ask lol

This is part 2. If you want part 1, click here. Part 3.

🍋⚔Hero⚔🍋Pt.2 (AOT or SNK)

Warnings: Lemon (because I know there'd be someone like "Proof or it didn't happen") and ofc the body appreciation, cursing galore, cute, MxM Relationship, kind of mushy (so if romantic sex isn't your thing, here's the warning), a little inaccurate, did this in two hours 😩, I tried to give it the same vibe, LONG

Somehow you got Levi as a boyfriend, you’ve started to slowly reconnect him to his emotions, but there’s still something missing.

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"Want me to show you?"

Levi leaned on his elbows, watching as you peppered kisses along his hips, then his thighs, each kiss leaving a trail of heat on his skin.

[Name] is absolutely crazy, Levi thought. But he couldn't help himself and blush at how gentle each kiss was.

"Who would have thought, Levi Ackerman, who's feared by many, would be like this behind closed doors?" you teased as you looked up at him.

"Tch. Shut up, it's not their business, anyway."

He knew Hange would've never let it go if they knew anything about this, about you. They'd laugh for years.

You let out a deep chuckle, Levi let out a shaky sigh at the vibration against his sensitive thigh.

"You know, I think you're just being snappy because I haven't paid attention to this yet," you brushed a hand higher.

Levi titled his head back a little with a groan, "You-"

"This is about you, Levi. What do you want me to do?"

He was a little dazed, "What?"

You traced circles into his thighs, giving him an innocent smile, "What do you want me to do to you?"

He let out a long groan, this time in frustration, how was he supposed to think straight when you had him like this? And you knew it, you little brat! That heart-warming smile wasn't helping.

"I...Ugh..."

You moved one hand to caress his scarred one, "Take your time, we have all day."

"I...can you...touch me there?" he broke eye contact.

You rose a brow before you realized, smirking. You decided to play innocent.

"Hm? Where Levi?"

"You asshole, you know exactly where. I can't say it, it's embarrassing."

You laughed, your eyes crinkling a little, "Fine. I'll stop messing with you. But you shouldn't be embarrassed, you're with me, there's nothing for me to judge you on."

You carefully took off his pants, "Besides, this is about you. I'm pleasing you, ask for what you want whenever you want. But that's okay, we'll work on that."

He raised a brow, "Why are you so clothed?"

You grinned, slowly shedding off your shirt, "Mm. You're right, it's not fair."

Even though he's seen you shirtless, considering the fact that you live together. He never gets tired of it, especially when this time, there's a different meaning to it.

You leaned over him, peppering kisses on his face before meeting his lips. You whispered against them, "You know, Levi, sex isn't the cleanest thing in the world. You still want to?"

He actually found himself laughing at that as he traced a few scars you held, "When I deem it necessary, I can handle it."

"Good. Because this will be messy."

You yourself were a greatly tidy person...except during times like this, of course.

You trailed down his chest, paying it special attention for a minute or so before slowly trailing lower. You smiled when Levi's stomach jumped under your lips, "Ticklish? Good to know."

He rolled his eyes, sometimes he hated how observant you were of him. You somehow noticed even the smallest of things, which made him wonder how good he must have been at covering his thoughts of being a burden from you. Well, he supposes sometimes he forgets you're not a mind reader, you just know him well-

"Ah, fuck~"

He hadn't even noticed you'd been paying his member attention, so deep in his thoughts, until you'd engulfed it in your mouth.

Then you started to move.

His elbows holding him up felt wobbly, it felt so good he almost couldn't watch you, too occupied with the feeling.

"[Name]--Hah~"

Why were you so good at this?

"Hm?"

His upper body fell back with a moan, that was even better. He was almost tempted to ask you questions just to make you do that again.

"I--Mm~--your--good job," he couldn't talk straight, gripping at the sheets.

He didn't miss how your face warmed at the praise.

You went a little faster after a few minutes, not enough to startle him, but enough to add more pleasure.

"Hah~"

His hips started thrusting on their own. Damn, this was so much better than the occasional hand.

He's close already, that's cute, you thought to yourself.

"[N-Name] I..."

You couldn't help but laugh at his cuteness.

"I--move--ah~"

You would not pull away, you used the excuse that his words were practically incoherent.

He hit his climax, a long sigh leaving his lips.

Once he settled a little, you pulled away, cringing as you wiped your mouth.

"Shit, that was disgusting," you laughed a little.

"Have you done that before?"

You shook your head, sitting back a little on the floor, "No, you're the first and last person I'd do that for."

He leaned upon his wobbly elbows again, "You don't have to do that, I already told you I'm okay with the mess."

"Fine."

"Speaking of," he moved his uninjured leg toward you, his foot trailing up your thigh, "What about you? Yours is so obvious it doesn't leave much to the imagination."

You shivered at his mischievous foot, "Where'd this confidence come from all of a sudden?"

"Answer my question."

"This is about you, you've never had any type of sexual experience with another person, I was trying to give you a break."

He has no idea how thankful he'd be for that break if only he knew your true potential.

He snorted, foot trailing higher, "I was a scout-- a captain, 'humanity's strongest soldier', I'm sure I can handle you."

Your lashes lowered, "You already couldn't handle me and I haven't even gotten to the biggest part yet."

He smirked, "I thought you said, 'ask for what you want whenever you want'. I'm doing that, I'm asking for you. Are you taking back your words, now?"

"All right, fine. But if it's too much, you better not try to take it anyway. Or else I won't cuddle you for a week."

"Fine, I won't d-"

He bit his lip after you kicked your pants away, he wanted that.

He watched as you walked to your dresser, looking for something, he couldn't help but trail down from your back to your clothed ass. He smiled, gosh his boyfriend was so pretty, inside and out.

"Where'd it--Oh, there it is."

"Where's what?"

"I was looking for something to make it hurt less, I can't do it with nothing," you walked back over to him.

"And you've had this the whole time?"

You gave a bashful smile, "No, just more recently. It was more of a weird feeling moment, a few weeks ago it seemed like a good thing to get."

"I swear--Fuck, it's cold."

"Sorry, just relax, lay back."

He obeyed, taking a breath in and out.

"Last chance--you su--?"

"[Name], I love you, but, shut up. I'm fine."

Your face changed from amused to focused in seconds, Levi couldn't help but jump at the coldness, before you slowly eased in a finger.

His brows furrowed at the feeling.

"How's it feel, Lev?"

"Weird."

The corner of your mouth lifted into a smile, "Well, it's a new sensation, so that's not surprising. Let me know if it starts to hurt more or feel good."

His eyes started to droop a little in relaxation as the minutes went by, although the sensation was strange, a pinch painful (which was leaving him by the minute), you made it much more comforting. Wait...

"[Name], are you looking for something?"

He'd noticed you'd barely said much from the occasional, 'how are you feeling?', 'you're beautiful', 'you still good?'. You seemed way too focused, your finger's 'attacks' seemed deliberate.

"Mm..." you half-answered.

"What does that me--an~? Fuck~" an unexpectedly loud moan cut him off, his back arched at whatever the heck that was.

"Okay."

"[Name]...what..what was...?"

"It's a spot that makes you feel good, beautiful," you smiled, "Ready?"

"Yeah. You're the one that's been teasing me this whole time."

You chuckled, not able to hide the smirk that formed, as you shed your underwear, "I wasn't teasing. I was preparing you, trust me, it's necessary. You wouldn't be able to handle it otherwise."

"I can handle it, but please, just..."

"Alright, alright."

After a quick-self prep and lifting him up, you finally, finally connected to him.

"[Name]~" Levi was conflicted, it both felt amazing and uncomfortable at the same time.

"Relax, sweetheart," you gritted out, he tightened around you more than expected. You gently squeezed his thighs that were on both sides of your hips.

He tucked his face into the crook of your neck, relaxing. "Sorry."

"It's not your fault, love. This is still new to you. Let me know if I need to stop, okay?"

"Mm."

You continued to slowly ease in more, silently sighing to yourself with pleasure.

"You're taking it all so well, gorgeous," you innocently praised.

Turns out Levi has a thing for praise, too.

You both moaned once you were fully inside.

You sat for a moment, letting Levi adjust before he sighed, "Go ahead."

You slowly went out, before sliding back in.

"Hah~"

Soon you found a slow and steady pace, your hips rolling smoothly in and out of him.

Levi laced his arms around your shoulders, his forehead bumping yours a little. The negative thoughts wanted to come back, but you didn't give them enough time to.

"[Name]--Do--ah~--you really think I'm--mm~--beautiful?"

You looked into his eyes, even if he couldn't see out of the other, "That thought--probably--fuck~--occu--pies my head more than anything else."

Your lips met, your kisses soft, loving. The sounds that passed Levi's lips got engulfed by yours.

"You know, I'm never--going to stop reminding you of--how beautiful you are, Levi Ackerman," you muttered against his lips.

"I know."

"I mean it--even when we get--old and wrinkly--well, you--before me--but still."

"That's--hahn~--bold of you assume--we'll be old together."

"I'm too in love with you--to do it with anyone else."

"You sound like a married man."

You grinned at him, "Could be. To you one day."

"Damn it, you drive me crazy, [Name] [Last Name]," his nails dug into your back at a particularly deep thrust.

"Feeling's mutual," you dipped your head down to stimulate his nipples. His head tilted back, that felt too good.

You were getting close, but you wanted to satisfy him first, that's just how you were with him for everything.

"Le--vi. You feel so good~" you groaned out around the pink buds.

"So do--you~"

His thighs started to shake a little, as you more deliberately hit his sweet spot, he clawed desperately at your back, "[Name]~"

You met his lips again, this time the kisses were more ravenous.

Your grip on his thighs got a little tighter, "Let--go, Levi."

He broke from the kiss to moan out as he came again, thighs shaking.

The view of him being satisfied brought you to your climax too, you moved to the wall to have something holding him up when your arms went slack for a moment. You groaned into his collar bone.

You started to catch your breaths, your foreheads together.

"How do you feel, Levi?" was the first thing you asked. Typical.

He held your face in his hands, "Good. Tired."

You let out a breathless laugh, "Nap?"

"Please."

"In the bed this time."

"Really?" he glared at you as you gripped his thighs again to move, and prepared yourselves for a nap after cleaning him up.

"I annoy you, but you love me anyway," you smiled, making sure he was laid down comfortably.

"Mm," his eyes closed.

You laid next to him, running a hand through his messy hair.

You're right, I still love you anyway, my hero.

[metalbuckaroo]

Birthday to Remember

SUMMARY// After being pulled along to a strip club by your friends on your birthday, you end up leaving with some company.

WARNINGS// smut, oral (f receiving), kinda corruption kink, pussyjob, cursing, mentions of tobacco and alcohol use

AU// Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!Readee

AN// Requests and asks are always open, 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

Masterlist

Moodboard by// @commonintrest Dividers by// @skylightlantern

The last thing you wanted on your birthday was for your friends to drag you to a strip club. You felt awkward and out of place walking amongst the room full of half naked men and drinking customers.

"This just feels weird." You sighed, following your three friends towards the bar that was in the corner. "We'll get one of those private rooms they have here for parties and a beefy man. It will be a birthday to remember, c'mon." One of them grinned.

You pitched in on the drinks and a private room, one of the men walking in right after you. Dark, chin length hair and a sweet smile that nearly distracted from the tight leather shorts that left little to the imagination.

You spent most of the time staring down into your glass, having to silently remind yourself you were suppose be having fun as your friends cheered and giggled as they stuffed bills into the waistband of the man's shorts; whose named you learned was Bucky.

You weren't really paying attention to what he was doing. More to the way the silvery metal of his arm gleamed under the dimmed lights and where metal met flesh at the base of his shoulder.

Wondering how he got it or if he could feel when someone touched it, rather than thinking of the smooth way his body moved.

One of your friends said something to him that you couldn't quite make out. Bucky nodding and looking over at you with a half smile.

"Want the birthday special?" He asked, moving to stand in front of you. Your face warmed at his words and you swallowed thickly, shaking your head. "No, it's fine."

"Oh, come on. Don't be a prude." One of the three girls groaned, poking one of your crossed legs.

Wetting your lips, you glanced up at Bucky who looked at you with welcoming eyes. "Yeah, okay." You nodded.

Your stomach flipped when he took the drink from your hands, handing it to your friend before the cool metal of his left hand nudged at your knee for you to uncross your legs.

Bucky placed his hands on the back of the couch, your shoulders trapped between metal and flesh as he leaned down to talk in your ear. "If you're uncomfortable with anything, just pinch me."

You gave another nod and he smiled, flashing his pearly whites as he leaned his knees against the edge of the plush cushion on either side of yours.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest when he tugged at the laces of the shorts to loosen them before taking your hands in his.

Bucky was eating up every reaction you gave. The way you chewed your bottom lip as he guided your hands along the taut muscles of his chest and abdomen, your fingers feeling every dip in the smooth skin and grazing over the barbells that pierced through his nipples.

He especially liked the way you weren't trying to rush his hands to go under his shorts; letting him be in full control.

Your eyes went wide when he stopped your hands at the waistband of the leather, the sound of your heart beating and blood rushing in your ears almost drowning out the sound of your friends giggling and squealing.

And the sound of the door opening.

"Buck, you've got a set." Another man said from the doorway. "I'm in the middle of a session." Bucky huffed, looking over his shoulder but not moving your hands. "Cap is gonna fill in."

Letting out a heavy sigh, Bucky finally let go of your hands, but his close proximity wasn't letting your body relax just yet as he leaned to peck a kiss to your cheek. "Happy birthday." He chuckled before standing.

A broad blonde took his place, this one letting you sit in peace and stare into you half empty glass.

"I'm gonna head home." You exhaled, glancing at the happy looks on your friend's faces. "Fine, buzz kill." One of them muttered.

Pushing through the crowded club, you pushed the heavy metal door open. Bucky was leaned against the concrete wall of the building not far from the door, now in a pair of sweats and a hoodie as he smoked a cigarette.

"The birthday girl." He grinned, blue eyes meeting yours as you stepped closer. "Want one?" He asked, holding the cigarette out towards you. "Uh, no. Thanks."

"Listen-" he cleared his throat, pushing away from the wall to stand in front of you. "I can find someone to cover for me if you need some company on your walk home." He offered before bringing the cigarette to his lips.

"I'll be fine, I'm not too far." You shrugged, looking to the sidewalk. "You can't walk alone, it's one in the morning." Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "That's different than walking with a stranger?"

His tongue jutted out across his bottom lip, eyebrows twitching upwards. "Well- I was about five seconds away from putting your hand in my shorts around thirty minutes ago. I think I'm a little better than a stranger." He teased, leaning forward slightly. "Besides, your friends kinda seem like assholes."

He wasn't wrong. They were sometimes pushy, telling you to loosen up a little and dragging you along with them to places where you felt out of place.

"Ok, fine." You exhaled. Bucky cracked a smile and dropped his cigarette, stomping it out under his shoe. "Let me get my stuff, just wait here for a second." He said, brushing his fingers to your forearm.

"Thanks, for walking with me." You said as you unlocked your front door. "This isn't the worst side of town but it's not the best either." Bucky said with a small laugh.

"I forgot to tip you, by the w-" his warm hand stopped yours from digging in your wallet, shaking his head. "Don't worry about it. Just- invite me in for a drink." He shrugged.

You narrowed your eyes at him, cocking your head to the side. "You're not a creep, are you?"

Bucky laughed, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "No, just don't want a pretty girl to spend her birthday alone. Plus, I had someone take over my shift."

"Well, my apartment is dry. So, you're out of luck on that drink." You smiled, opening the door to walk into the small studio apartment. "That's fair."

Bucky was good company as the two of you sat on the couch in your living room, telling you funny stories about his time working at the club and listening intently to anything you said. The lighting in your apartment made his eyes even more blue than you'd noticed earlier and his features look sharper, framed by his dark locks.

Over the last couple of hours he had slowly moved his way closer to you. Close enough that you could smell his woodsy cologne mixed in with the scent of cigarettes, his metal arm resting on the back of the couch as his right hand would occasionally brush against you when he'd talk.

"You're cute, like a bunny." He said with a small laugh, making your face heat up. "Thanks, I guess?" You mumbled, chewing your tongue as he lifted his hand to your cheek.

He hummed in response, leaning closer until his lips brushed yours and your breathing hitched.

You pressed a hand against his chest and leaned away slightly. "I've never..." You trailed off, hoping he'd get the point. "I figured that much. Can go as far as you want, or we don't have to at all."

"How many girls have you said that to?" You silently cursed yourself for saying it as soon as you did, biting down on the inside of your cheek. He just chuckled and brushed his thumb over the tip of your nose. "I'm more of a long term guy. Pretty sure I can count who I've slept with on one hand."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that." You said quietly, pulling at a string on the seam of your jeans. "I know." Bucky said before slotting his lips over yours, the kiss gentle and sweet.

The taste of cigarettes and mint gum flooded your tastebuds when his tongue slipped past your lips to press into yours, the softness of his plump lips contrasting the scratch of his stubble.

Bucky just felt so welcoming, his touches cautious to wait for you to stop him as his hand moved from your cheek. Fingers ghosting down the side of your neck to leave goosebumps in their wake, along the buttons of your blouse and finally stopping to wedge between your thighs.

He pulled away, leaving your breathless as you blinked your eyes open to meet his lust filled blue ones. "Remember to pinch me if anything makes you uncomfortable." He teased, pecking a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Things were moving fast, clothes quickly discarded on the path from the couch to your bed. Bucky's hands and lips only parting from you long enough to rid another clothing item that shielded his skin from yours until all that stood in his way was your underwear and his leather shorts.

You weren't sure if it was the head rush from only knowing Bucky for a few hours after holding out for so long, or the way his darkened eyes looked you over as he bent his body over yours.

"You're so beautiful." He breathed, leaving a brisk kiss to your lips before trailing wet kisses down your neck and chest.

Your hands gripped onto the sheets harder the further down your abdomen he got, trying to keep your breathing even as fingers hooked in the waistband of your underwear.

Bucky looked up at you one last time before dragging the fabric down your legs, tossing them to the side and taking his spot back between your legs.

You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch as he peppered kisses to the inside of your thighs, cold metal and warm flesh gently massaging the outsides of them as his stubble scraped at your skin.

A squeak erupted from your throat when he sunk his teeth into the supple flesh, making you move your leg away from his face to pull the skin from between his teeth.

Bucky chuckled and placed a soothing kiss on the mark. One to remind you that none of this had been a dream.

An excited chill ran down your spine when his hot breath fanned your dripping folds. Bucky giving one last glance before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, a soft chuckle bubbling in his chest when your body jolted and you drew in a sharp breath.

"So responsive, I could get use to that." He winked, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit.

Bucky basked in every breathy sound and reaction he elicited from you, moaning at the taste he wanted to burn into his memory. In hopes he had another chance at this, the slice of heaven he held in his hands.

The chance to have his own angel to bend and mold into his filthiest dream.

He moved his hand to ease his middle finger into your heat, groaning at the immediate flutter of your walls as your hands fisted the sheet and chest heaved with a soft moan.

"Oh, c'mon. You can be louder than that, bunny." Bucky purred, curling the long, thick finger to find the sweet spot to set off the reaction he wanted. A louder moan pulling from your chest when he found the rough patch just inside your cunt making him smirk. "There it is."

He locked his lips around your clit again, fingers curling into the spot that pulled the vulgar sounds from your sweet lips as he sucked and flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves. An unfamiliar feeling quickly building in your lower belly.

"Bucky-" You keened as white hot pleasure surged through you, your trembling thighs closing on his head as his metal hand moved from your hip to grope at your chest.

His fingers pinched and grazed the pebbled bud before massaging the flesh under his palm as your back arched, your breath catching in your throat and ears ringing.

Bucky lifted his head from between your legs, finger continuing to stroke your walls to work you through your orgasm as he pulled the laces of his shorts loose.

Your skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve alive as you opened your eyes again to Bucky standing at the end of the bed and shoving the shorts down his thick thighs. Erection springing free to give a glance of the two barbells on the underside of his cock. One under the ridge of his swollen head, the other at the base.

Your heart pounded in your ears when he moved back between your legs, stomach flipping from the nerves as his leaking tip ran through your folds and prodded your entrance. "Wait-"

Your hand pressed to the firm muscles of Bucky's stomach made his movements still and eyes flick up to meet your nervous expression. "We can stop if you want. Or we can try something else." He suggested, leaning on his palms to catch your lips in his briefly.

You nodded and let out a shaky breath. "Yeah, something else." You breathed.

A whimper passed your lips when he rocked his hips forward, the barbell sliding over your clit sending shocks of pleasure through you.

Bucky's bottom lip disappeared behind his teeth as let out quiet groans from the feeling of your slick coating his shaft.

"Talk to me, bunny. This okay?" He panted, gaze raking over your naked form that still had the sheet clutched tightly as melodic sounds spilled from your lips.

"Feels good," You panted, words slightly slurred from the dizzy feeling in your head caused by the pressure quickly building again. "So good." He moaned, holding his base to have better guidance through your folds.

You bit your lip into your mouth as tears prickled your eyes from the second wave of warmth that spread, choking out a moan as his pace quickened.

"Fucking shit-" Bucky huffed, his grip on your thigh tightening and release spilling onto your lower abdomen.

You inhaled a few deep breaths, trying to steady your heart beat as he pecked a kiss to your knee before standing from the bed to grab a piece of clothing for clean up.

You pulled the blanket from under you to hold to your chest, waiting for him to get dressed and make an excuse to leave like you'd heard your friends talk about after a hook up.

Instead, he wandered towards the kitchen, finding an empty can as he lit a cigarette, your eyes staying fixed on the way the muscles in his back rippled with his movements.

"C'mere." Bucky said with a soft groan as he got under the blankets with you, sitting the can on the nightstand. "You're staying?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at him.

"If you want me to, yeah." He shrugged, holding his arm out for you to lay on as he placed the cigarette between his teeth and grabbed a pillow to cushion the metal.

You gave a soft yeah and cuddled into his side, the soft whirring of his arm under the pillow helping you slowly drift to sleep.

You felt yourself waking up as the bed dipped under the weight of Bucky moving, deciding not to fully wake up and let him leave in silence.

"Hey," Bucky whispered, moving his body over yours to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. "Hmm?" You hummed in response, peaking an eye open to look at the slate blue eyes that held adoration in them.

His knuckles brushed down your arm, a sweet kiss placed on your lips as he gave you a soft smile. "I gotta go, but I left my personal number under your alarm clock. Give me a call sometime."

You nodded and smiled lightly at him, another kiss pecked to your lips before he left the bed to gather his things, walking towards the door.

"I'm gonna hold ya to that, bunny."

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[aidanezra]

Flowers

A/N: In honor of yesterday being valentine's day, I wrote this little blurb. I really should have finished and posted it yesterday and I sincerely apologize for the wait for anything from me. Been dealing with a flare up which comes with alot of exhaustion for me so I slept most of yesterday and today. But I do hope to be more consistent again, the next few days. If you have any suggestions or requests, just let me know! I have a request in the works as well! Have a wonderful day and I hope you enjoy this little bit!

Summary: Ten takes Reader on an adventure to a flower covered planet, and Reader has an idea up their sleeve.

Theme: Fluffy fluff fluff

Pairings: Tenth Doctor x Gn!Reader (gender isn't mentioned)

Warnings: nothing, just cute and confused ten :)

Words: 827

Dedicated to @bittersnowflake (because your support is keeping me going, thank you)

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"So, where to next?" Ten smiles at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he makes he walks around the console, flipping switches and pushing buttons. He stops at the monitor, holding it in his hand when his eyes find mine.

"How about a planet with a ton of flowers, just everywhere." I suggest, pulling my legs up to rest on the console in front of me, leaning back into the piolet's chair, or whatever he calls it.

Quirking up his eyebrows, he smirks, "A planet, of only flowers? Have a special reason?"

"Do I need a reason?" I inquire, my lips twitching upwards into a teasing smile. I walk towards him on the other side of the console, reaching for his hands and the holding them in mine.

"I guess not, flower planet it is then!" He pulls away from me, doing his usual routine of buttons, levers and switches. You know the deal. As he pulls the final lever, he yells out, smile wide and toothy, "Allons-y!"

The TARDIS whirrs happily, shaking us about as usual, Ten gripping onto the console, his knuckles turned white as I have a tight grip onto the railing just beside him. Shortly after, the turbulence comes to a stop, the TARDIS settling down. He lets go of the console, his hands flying up to grip the monitor in front of him. Ten then giggles, giving me the goofiest of grins. He reaches out his hand, wiggling his fingers as he always does when he wants me to hold his hand. I skip forward, taking his hand in mine as he bolts to the door, practically dragging me after him. He pulls open the door, creaking as he does so. He steps out, letting my hand fall as he lets go before he sighs happily, taking in the sights before us. My eyes on him as he takes a moment to enjoy himself.

"Vortis! Planet of the flower forests! Oh beautiful! Just beautiful!" He looks back at me, absolutely beaming. I take that as my que to look around, so I step out of the TARDIS, quickly shutting the door behind me. We're surrounded by beautifully colorful trees, donned in rainbows. And oh! The grass! The grass is such a beautiful teal, it's so odd but it's also so pretty. I final catch my gaze on the endless sea of flowers. I let myself smile wider than I ever have before, Ten must have noticed as he lets out a small laugh a moment later, "Go on, all yours. I'll be back here." He takes a pause, resting his hand on my cheek to redirect my gaze to him. "Be safe, okay?" He smiles again, then places a chaste kiss on my forehead.

I know for a fact I'm smiling like a madman, whether the reason be the beauty of the world around me or the fact he just showed me more affection than he's given me in a week, we'll never know. I smile, bouncing on my feet, "Oh I will! See you after a while!" I make my way to a patch of what looks like roses, and daisies.

"Don't go too far!" He yells after me, and I wave after him, dismissing his worry. I kneel down a moment later when a particularly beautiful and bright blue flower catches my eye. I reach down to pluck it, then hold it between my fingers. I have the perfect idea.

I continue on, picking flowers that pique my interest as I walk around different trees and bushes. Staying in the same area as before, still not too far from the TARDIS or Ten for that matter. I smile to myself as I pluck another flower, this one white, resembling that of a daisy. I put it with the rest that I've picked, placing it on the ground next to me. I then grasp the scarf wrapped around my neck putting it flat on the ground as well. I grab each flower one by one, gently and precisely placing them in an organized manner. When I finish arranging the various flowers, chrysanthemum looking ones, as well as roses and daisies, or at least what looks to be as such, I wrap them up tightly in the scarf, creating a neat bouquet of alien flowers. Perfect.

I jump up, hiding the bouquet behind me. I skip over to the blue box sat up on the grassy hill. Ten is leaned up against the old police box, smiling wide like a child in a candy store. "Have fun?" He asks as I stop to stand in front of him, matching his smile.

"Lots." I rock on my feet for a moment before I remember the flowers held behind me, "Oh here, Happy Valentine's Day! Or whatever they call it on Vortis." I smile at him just before handing him the bouquet, I step back in the TARDIS, taking my usual spot at the console by the monitor.

"What?"

[acryptidcreates]

Davey meets an Angel and is very nonplussed

HI, I'm running off of only a couple hours of sleep and cold medication, how's your Tuesday going? I had this scene in my head and could not let it go, so now you get to have it as well. If it makes no sense blame the nyquil.

David/Angel (gendered listener)

The first time he’d noticed her was at the bar.

This wasn’t a usual haunt of his, David wasn’t much of a drinker, not anymore, but Asher had wheedled and begged until he’d given in. (Come on, David, please? I want you two to meet. They- they’re important to me, I think she’s my mate. Please?) Danni had been nice enough, if a little shy, but sitting at the table with the two of them had been almost excruciating. Nothing like third-wheeling to make a man feel lonely, and the adoring glances Ash and Danni had been exchanging had done nothing but drove that loneliness deeper in.

So David had excused himself to the bar, ostensibly to get another round, but in reality, more to flee without looking like he was tucking tail and running, which is why he was standing at the bar when she waltzed in.

She brought something of a whirlwind with her, though he sensed no aura, no real magic about her. Her bouncing green curls were at odds with the tight black jeans and plain white tee she wore, thickly soled black biking boots boosted her up, so she was almost on level with his shoulder. A black leather jacket and shiny helmet were discarded unceremoniously on an empty seat as she braced her hands against the bar beside him.

She was too close. David could smell the road dust and leather on her, and he found himself breathing deeply. He would have stepped away, but he was already nearly backed into a corner.

Both hands braced against the bar, the little whirlwind hoisted herself up so she could lean over and shout down the bar to the bartender, “Hey Jimmy, how’s things?”

Laughing, the older man shouted back, not missing a drop as he poured the drink he’d been shaking, “Get off the bar, you public nuisance. You want your usual?”

The “public nuisance” grinned and dropped back to the floor, nearly missing David’s foot, something she seemed unaware of.

“Not tonight. Got anything good that won’t make me buzz?”

“They got you drivin’ tonight?” Jimmy the bartender had moved closer, so they weren’t yelling over the music.

“Nope, just myself. It’s so nice out I thought I’d take the girl for a spin.” She made a face, “I’m the last one here, though, so I guess I need to grab a round of whatever the rest are drinking.”

“Of course. They’ve already staked out the karaoke machine if you want to head over there. I’ll mix up something interesting for you.”

Dread settled over the small woman’s features, “Oh no, they’re gonna have everything queued up already.”

“You better hurry.” Jimmy moved away, grabbing glasses and bottles as he did.

Unexpectedly, David wasn’t sure she’d realized he was there, she turned to him, a warm hand grabbing his forearm. He found himself staring down into brown eyes, deep as molten chocolate but with a mischievous sparkle that would have been impossible to disguise. There were little crinkles at the edges as she smiled up at him.

She had one crooked front tooth and a dimple.

He almost missed her question.

“Do I have anything on my face?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Do I have anything on my face?” She boosted her helmet, “It doesn’t cover my chin, so I get grease and shit on it sometimes.”

David, completely caught off guard and left slightly reeling from something he couldn’t put a finger on, just shook his head.

She kissed two fingers and gave him a sort of salute, somehow managing not to drop anything. “Thanks, love,” With that, she turned and disappeared nearly as quickly as she had appeared, leaving David thoroughly confused and uncertain.

It was no surprise that he remembered her when he ran into her at the grocery store three days later.

And the coffee shop the following week.

And the food court later.

[magalidragon]

the best gift of all | a ‘message in a snowglobe’ Jonerys drabble

I couldn’t help myself. 😂 Enjoy!

“Merrrrr—-oooowwwww!”

Ugh Drogon, Dany thought, her cat’s pitiful cries for attention— plus food— echoing in the back of her sleepy mind. She swatted for him, but instead encountered a very warm and very solid body beside her.

She momentarily froze, eyes wide open, and face still pressed in her pillow. Fingers spreading, she ran her hand over the smooth skin of what was a shirtless, pantless Captain Jon Snow. A check of her hand under the blankets confirmed she was also sans shirt and pants. And underwear.

She flushed, the previous evening coming back to her, and smiled.  Her face turned slowly and she came eye to eye with him.

He was in almost the same position, on his stomach, turned at an angle, hugging the pillow under his head. She shifted, the covers falling off her shoulders, her hair spilling over to replace them. “Morning,” she smiled into the pillow. Her eyebrow arched. “Happy Boxing Day.”

“Happy Boxing Day,” he whispered. He smiled, eyes crinkling and she giggled.  He leaned towards her at the same time she did to him, both knocking against each other. They laughed, before he cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her softly. She sighed into him, eyes fluttering shut, her hand pressed to his heart.

It was surreal, this entire experience.

Dany had never partaken in meeting anyone via online dating sites or apps, but she knew some who had.  There were good stories and bad stories for both, pros and cons in each, but something had always kept her from taking the leap and doing it.  Now she knew, it was because she would meet someone via an online relationship, just set up specifically for her, without any idea it was happening.  A classroom project, resulting in what was probably the happiest moment of her life.

She broke the kiss, snuggling against him, eyes shutting again.  "You cheated," she mumbled.

"How?" he chuckled.

"You brushed your teeth.  I have dragon breath."

"Got me there."  He dragged his fingers through her hair, tugging on the ends.  "I had to let Ghost out."

"I'm so sorry the dragons are being vile to him."  She swatted at Drogon, who had kneaded his way up to sit on Jon's hip, howling again.  "Get out of here you!  You have plenty of food!"

Only Visierion had taken to Ghost, but that was because Viserion was her sweetest dragon.  Rhaegal wasn't sure what to make of him and Drogon detested him on sight because Drogon was a dick.  He'd tried to attack Ghost twice, backing off only when confronted with the fact Ghost's paw was about the size of his head.

Jon laughed.  "They're protective of you."

"They are monsters."  She groaned, stretching out beneath the covers.  "I don't wanna' get up.  Christmas is over."  It was a tad depressing.  Everything maintained a dull look about it the day after Christmas.  Especially when this Christmas had been so damn magical to her.

They'd gone to visit with Jon's family, as he had to make appearances, "surprising" his brother and Margaery who had already found out of his return via a chatterbox Eddie.  She had felt awkward, encroaching on the family's celebration, which had been with Margaery's family who came to town, since as Arya said, their father and mother almost never journeyed to King's Landing, despite the fact most of their children had relocated to the capital for work.

Except they'd welcomed her with open arms, Jon eager to show off "his teacher", referring to her in much the same way that she had started calling him "her soldier."  They'd answered questions, how they had met via the Adopt-a-Soldier program, how he'd surprsied her by flying around the world, and while it was a little akwward explaining, that feeling didn't last long, because she felt like she just knew him already.

The Christmas Eve Eve dinner date had turned into an entire night of lying in her living room talking, like they'd known each other for decades and were just catching up.  Then when he'd gone to leave in the early morning hours of Christmas Eve, she hadn't been able to let him go.  One thing led to another...all of Christmas Eve was spent really getting to know each other.  It was amazing.  Dany was positive the earth had moved and stars exploded.

And now she had every intention of spending the rest of this day after Christmas pretending it still was Christmas, refusing to get up.

Jon reached over to the nightstand for his phone, checking it.  He had an awful lot of messages, she thought, peeking over his shoulder.  "Is everything alright?" she asked.

"Fine....oh bloody seven hells!"

"What?" she exclaimed, worried something had happened.  She didn't want him to go bck to Assha'i just yet.  He had a week, he'd said, before he needed to get back.

"I forgot your gift!"

"My gift!?"  He'd already given her the best gift of all, she thought.  Him. She laughed, sitting up and wrapping one of the blankets around her shoulders.  "Jon, you already gave me you.  I don't need a gift."

"No, no, trust me you'll like this."  He kissed her hard, before springing out of the bed.  "It's in my bag downstairs."  He opened the door, absolutely starkers, Ghost sprinting into the room and up onto the bed.  "She's mine you mutt!  You can have her for a minute!"

She giggled, falling backwards against the pillows and headboard, Ghost covering her, so soft and fluffy.  "Good morning Ghost, damn you're soft.  Has anyone thought of making a blanket of your fur?"

He licked her face, his huge broom-like tail sweeping over the empty spot that had been Jon's.  She hugged him tight, burying her face into his mane before the need for oxygen pulled her back, spitting out stray fur that had gotten into her mouth.  Ghost rolled to his back, kicking his feet into the air, whining high-pitched, and sending Drogon shrieking from the room.

Dany laughed and shook her hair out of her face, picking up her phone to check anything that might have come in.  She skimmed through some of Missandei's outrageous texts about what she might have been doing all night and frowned at one from Arya.  OPEN NOW URGENT. She tapped it and stared at the message that popped up.

Totally forgot to tell you yesterday because I know Jon won't.  His birthday is today.  December 26.  No one remembers because it's right at Christmas.  But wanted you to know because yeah he won't tell you.  He's an idiot like that.

Her mouth fell open, surprised.  Their birthdays hadn't come up in conversation although she'd joked that as an Aries she was a "fiery personality" but that was probably from her dragon blood.  He'd smiled and said something about being a goat he thought, but wasn't sure.  She had searched it later and found that it was Capricorn, which meant his birthday fell late December to mid January, but he'd said nothing in the last two days.

It made sense, of course, as he was the most selfless person she'd encountered in her life.  Of course he wouldn't say anything about it being his birthday because he wouldn't want her to feel obligated, especially since this was...whatever it was.  Such a new and exciting time.

She hurried out of bed, stumbling into a pair of flannel pants and his t-shirt on the floor, in time to collide with him coming back into her room with a hastily wrapped brown paper package in his hands.  "Captain Snow!” she exclaimed, slamming brows together, her angry teacher voice.  "You didn't tell me it was your birthday!"

He winced.  "Aw damn.  Arya told you?"

"Yes!"

"I didn't want to make you feel weird."  He pushed the box to her.  "I forgot to give this to you earlier.  Merry Christmas."

"You are not getting away from this Jon Snow."

He pulled on his boxers and shrugged, getting under the blankets again.  "Yes I will.  Open your gift."

She sighed.  "You didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to.  I knew it was for you when I found it."  He smiled shyly.  "And then you sent me that snowglobe."  The snowglobe in question was on the nightstand next to him.  He picked it up and shook it, watching the snow fall, mesmerized.  "I hope you like it."

Whatever it was, if it was dirt or sand or fossilized dragon poop, she knew she would love it.  She was most concerned about properly celebrating his birthday.  It was entirely unfair for him to blow it off, just because it came the day after Christmas, while also being in an unfamiliar place with, well, a stranger by all accounts-- if you looked at it on paper.

Despite the fact they were certainly no longer strangers.

"Jon," she began, but he cut her off with a kiss.  She sighed, mumbling.  "Stop doing that."

"Stop doing what?  This?"  He kissed her again, pushing her backwards, settling between her parted thighs.  She cradled him against her, moaning contentedly, the box he'd pressed to her hands falling to the side.  He murmured, voice dropping, his accent thicker, which she noticed happened when he was turned on.  "Or this?"  Another kiss, this time down her neck.

She groaned, pushing his shoulders.  "You know better."

"Open your gift."  He bounced up, pulling her with him.  She sat on his thigh, legs tangled in his, and took the box.  He kissed behind her ear, tucking her hair over her shoulder.  "Come on."

She rolled her eyes, protesting as she tore into the wrapping.  "Jon, I told you, whatever it is, it's unnecessary.  I have all I need from you." He said nothing, watching her face.  She lifted up the lid on a box, which was for a pair of combat boots, giggling.  "I don't think these will fit me."

"We're a little low on Christmas paper and boxes in Assha'i, I had to make do," he teased.

The lid fell over, newspaper wrapping up whatever the object was inside.  She pushed into it and stared, a strangled Valyrian curse catching on her lips.  She dropped the box, too stunned to even touch what was inside.  "Issa jaes,” she breathed.  "Is this...no...Jon!"

He picked up the stone dragon egg from the wrappings, holding it carefully in his palms.  "Can't really explain why we're in Assha'i.  The locals down there are a ltitle restless, basically, but sometimes we go out and find things in our missions...this was in the Shadowlands, since no government lays claim to them, anything we find we can keep.  PRovided it is not of significant historical or archeological value....but I got permission to bring this with me.  Before it makes its home in the Westeros Museum of Natural History."  He smiled wide.  "So if you are really going to get picky about it, it's not really a gift, but a loan."

It didn't matter.

She was holding a true dragon egg.  A real life egg, from a dragon, the ages turning it to stone, but it didn't matter.

It was the greatest present she'd ever received.

Tears tracked tiny rivulets down her cheeks.  She sniffed, wiping her nose with the back of her hand, and hiccuped, holding back sobs.  She did not understand at all what had happened in the last month, from that business-toned first email with him.  The gods have fashioned us for love, her Uncle Aemon used to say, and she just assumed she'd never really get to experience it the way others did.

Until now.

She flung her arm around him, clutching the dragon egg to her chest, her face smashing to his shoulder.  "I love it," she sobbed.  "Thank you."

He held her tight, kissing her temple.  "Good, you have no idea the customs paperwork I had to deal with."

Her laughing snort escaped her and she pulled back, wiping her eyes and grinning.  "Now I don't know what to give you for your birthday.  Nothing beats this."  She probably had ingredients to make him a cake, or at least some cupcakes, forget his whole I don't eat sweets nonsense.

He gazed down at her, smiling softly, his eyes bright gray, filled in wonderment. “You don’t have to get me anything. This is the best birthday I’ve had because I got to meet you.”

She cupped his jaw, thumb running over his beard, her heart full to bursting. “Pretty words Jon Snow,” she breathed. She chuckled. “And here I thought you weren’t good with them.”

“I’m really not,” he laughed.

“I’ll make you a cake.”

“Hmm, I think I have something else in mind that’s sweet.”

She laughed, screeching, when he flipped her to her back and tackled her into the mattress, kissing and nipping at her exposed skin, both devolving into childish giggles, before things became very, very adult.

Indeed, she thought, later in his arms, gazing wonderingly at her dragon egg, it was the best gift.