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[hotdilfs11]

.　　. 　 ˚　. Have we got our lines crossed? - Don’t waste my time, Victor Lundberg

✩ parings. (blk!reader x Rio)

✩ summary. Valarie was secretly a gang leader, and no one knew about it; however, she retired due to the FBI following her around for the past five years. Rio is a gang leader that her best friends work for; however, he has feelings for Valarie, but she doesn't really have them for Rio. Is she going to fall in love with him, or will they be at war?

✩ warnings. cursing, threats

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Beth's house-

A guy named Rio showed up at Beth's house, threatening all of us because of the money we took from the grocery store. I mean, I would too since we took over half a million, but it is what it is. We honestly didn’t know that he owned the grocery store or had ties with them, but I guess he did. Rio has a tattooed eagle on his neck and a buzz cut. He has warm, hickory eyes full of mystery, dominance, and a touch of familiarity that gave me comfort and excitement. He came in with three other guys. They all had a big build with tattoos and were wearing all black. Rio was also wearing black, but he was shorter than the other guys that were surrounding him; however, his body gave off a sense of security and self-confidence, making the three other guys look weak. His face contorted with rage, and his body was tensed up while he slowly paced throughout the kitchen as he made heavy eye contact with all four of us. His thick, husky voice echoed through the house as he made this short speech about getting his money back. I toned out half of it because I had made that speech a hundred times to people, but it sounded way better. We were all standing in the kitchen, surrounded by the guys he was with. Beth, Ruby, and Annie were all in tears, pleading for their lives, but I looked at him with a deceiving glare, not giving a crap about what he was saying. He was boring me, and I think he noticed that when he looked at me. He paused for a minute, and a heavy silence flooded the air. His eyebrows furrowed as he started walking slowly towards me. His jaw clenched up as his thick hazel eyes met mine in fury.

He wiped his mouth slowly as he got closer to me. "Oh, I’m sorry, am I boring you?” he said in a threatening voice. I looked up at him with an unbothered expression. "Nah, carry on, though,” I responded to him in a nonchalant tone. He started getting closer and closer to me, and my body started to tense up. I stood up straight as I kept eye contact with him, not giving him any satisfaction, but all he could do was give me a grim smirk. He chuckled. "So... you think this is funny, huh?"

I took a step towards him and looked up at him with a blissful smirk growing on my face. "Yeah, I actually do.” I paused. "Rio, right?"

I could see the anger on his face grow heavier by the minute when those words spilled out of my mouth. However, all he could do was laugh. He backed away from me, turning his back away from all four of us. “So you bitches think it's some kind of joke, huh?"

"No, we don't,” Beth said in a sharp yet anxious manner, looking at me with a scared look on her face.

I shrug my shoulders. “I think it’s fucking hilarious,” as the crack of my heels echoed through the house as I took my first step on the cold, hickory floor towards him, catching Rio's attention. He turned around in a swift motion as his cold, hard eyes caressed over my body. I stand closer to him as my chest brushes over his, feeling his body heat bounce off him and onto mine. Rio hovers over me and chuckles softly, breaking eye contact with me for a minute.

He looked back at me with a deceiving smirk on his face. “You got a lot of balls, ma; I like it.” He said it in a husky voice as he walked away from me and right out the door with everyone he brought

with him. I look over at him walking out with a smile painted on my face, amused by him even though it's a bad thing to feel like that but I did.

A months later:

Working with Rio has its ups and downs, but I’ve been through worse. My girls have been struggling with keeping up with the lies and guilt, especially my sister Ruby. All we're doing is spending fake money and turning it into real money, and I don’t know what's hard about that. They can’t keep up with any of this because of all the mistakes they're making, and I can't tell them because I don’t want them to know what I did in the past. Anyway, we almost got caught two times already, and it's kind of painful to watch, but I’m doing this for my girls and giving them what they need. It's not like I need the money I’m set for the rest of my life, but I know they don't, so I'd rather help them more than I ever did. They make their mistakes, and they’ll all move on from them, but this mistake was stupid as fuck even for them. And it's not even Ruby or Annie's fault; it's Beth's fault because she lets her emotions get the best of her. It’s been like that since I was a kid, and it’s not like the task was hard. It was just delivering trucks to a warehouse; however, Beth got pulled over, but she discovered that there was nothing in there, and the cop let her go. After that, she went to Rio, pissed him off, and threw the keys at his face. “What we had here is done; go home,” Rio said in a calm voice.

Now? I’m the one who has to get them out of it. We're in the kitchen as they tell me about the little plan they have for me.

“Please Val.” Ruby said it in an anxious voice. “You're the only one he has feelings for,” she announced quietly.

My eyes widened, and I looked up at Ruby, annoyed at what she just said. I lean against the counter, rolling my eyes. “The feels, Ruby, are you fucking kidding me?”

Annie sighs as her eyes furrow in worry. “I mean..." she says slowly as she anxiously plays with the sleeve of her shirt.

I turn my head towards her, letting out a soft chuckle. “So you guys all think that he..." They all slowly nodded their heads simultaneously, and I just looked at them in disbelief. I let out a frustrated sigh as they just all looked at me like lost puppies. “All you have to do is ask him to get us back in the loop; that's it." Beth announced softly, but all I could do was look at them with a dumbfounded look on my face. "Please,” Ruby begged. I looked into my sister's saddened eyes and sighed, "Fine, I’ll do it for god's sake, but if I get killed, I'm going to be pissed." They all had an innocent smile on their faces, and all I can do is roll my eyes at them.

Two days later:I stepped out of Beth's house, slamming the front door as I walked down her driveway towards a black Range Rover. I wore black jeans and a black fitted long-sleeve shirt. My black stilettos clacked against the rocky sidewalk as the illuminating car drew me closer to it, sending a bitter chill down my spine. A dash of excitement hit my body when I pulled the hasty black door handle, revealing Rio gazing over my body, looking up and down at me. I felt his strong pair of eyes still caressing my body after I got in the car

with him. I liked the feeling of him admiring me, but I’m here for business only. Rio lets out a soft chuckle, and being coy, he says, “You look so good today. Is this all for me, baby? Aww, you shouldn't have."

I roll my eyes and look at him with a judgmental glare. "Nah, I wore this for me, Rio. Now please drive.” I said as I turned my head away from him, looking out the window. I can still feel his eyes admiring me, but I didn’t pay any attention to him. He drove off after.

[secretconstellations]

Rain (Reader x sad!Nat)

pairings: Reader x Natasha Romanoff

warnings: existential topics, slight mention of death, slight swearing

summary: reader is content. they know their place in the world, and that's with the avengers. so when nat comes back from a mission lost and drained, the reader takes it upon themself to comfort her and impart some advice. hurt/comfort!

a/n: hello loves! i hope you're having a lovely day :) this is my first fic so i'd really appreciate feedback as i'd really like to grow my account and cater my work better to you. i hope you enjoy it!! also, requests are open!

Rain hit the car windows. The dim street lamps bore into my retinas, disfigured by the streaks of rain my windshield wipers were struggling to wipe away. I had always liked the rain - that was, from a distance. From the warmth and safety of my car, I sat in silence, soaking in the gentle murmur of the rainfall. Specks of rain peppered my windows, each droplet configuring itself into a unique constellation of water on my window, only to be wiped away seconds later. It was a microcosm of life, I suppose. Beautiful and vibrant for a moment, only to disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.

In an odd way, it made me smile. No one wants to live forever. Forever sounded so overwhelmingly long. I was okay with life being short and vapid. In a way, that's what gave it meaning. Somehow some form of cosmic junk had become this solar system, my planet. Had become me. And I would live and die and leave no real mark on the universe. And I was okay with that. It gave me the agency to choose my own meaning. And the meaning I chose was the Avengers. My family. A series of calamities had somehow given me the best family I could ask for after twenty-something years of living borderline alone, and the thought took my breath away every day. They were mine and I was theirs and we were okay.

Kind of.

Nat and Tony were due to come back from a week-log mission that evening, and by the sounds of it, they were pretty banged up. Nothing too bad, but they wouldn't be in the best shape. One never was following a mission, after all. I had left to pick up something to cheer the both of them up, and had settled on getting a whole lot of takeaway for the whole team. Nat's favourite restaurant was only maybe a half hour drive from the Avengers Tower, and I couldn't find it on any food delivery platforms so I went there myself and got us a great deal of food, all Nat and Tony's favourite meals. They would need it after a long week in the field.

My car came up to the driveway, the rain still falling in heaps. It was so loud now that I was sure it would punch a hole in the roof of my car. Through my foggy window, I could make out the silhouette of the Quinjet on the roof. They were back already! I was practically jumping out of my seat to see them. I collected all the food that I could carry without dropping and ran to the door, trying my best to shield the food from the rain. FRIDAY opened the door without me asking, and I practically sprinted up the stairs to the common room.

"Y/N! I was just about to ask where you were." Nat gave me a worn out smile that didn't quite reach her eyes as she made her way over to embrace me, Tony following suit.

"Hello, my loves." I beamed as the two of them attempted to hug me despite my busy arms. "How are you doing?"

"Y'know. Fine. But I would be a lot better if you let me know what the hell that divine smell is, Y/N." Tony smirked, eyebrow raised.

"Oh, I got takeout!" I sang.

At this the whole team began chattering, practically tripping over themselves to grab a bag and eat whatever was inside before I shooed them away to go wash their hands, as did I. I made my way to a nearby bathroom as the kitchen sink was crowded enough as it was and I didn't feel like waiting.

"Nat..."

Much to my surprise, Nat sat on the floor of the bathroom, knees to her chest in an almost fetal position. She looked so tired. I could hear the rain pattering against the window above her. The storm was gentler now, taking its final breaths. She looked up at the sound of my voice, her tired eyes struggling to focus on my face. Her characteristic, firey self-confidence had dissipated and she just seemed so... tired. It wasn't her.

"Nat, my lovely, what's wrong?" I caught myself using the little pet name someone some lifetime ago had called me. Maybe it would be of some comfort to Nat. "Nat?"

"Uh, I'm just tired, Y/N. It's nothing for you to worry about. Go eat. I'll be there in a minute."

"I'm here to help, love, I can't just leave you. Please tell me what's wrong." I said, keeping my voice as calm and reassuring as I could as I made my way to sit beside her.

She opened her mouth as if to protest, but crumpled as if she were carrying the weight of the heavens on her shoulders.

"I'm just tired of everyone dying." She croaked, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's so fucking pointless. We put our asses on the line every single day for people who just end up dying anyways. There's literally no point to any of this. We're just gonna die anyways, wouldn't it all just be better if we never existed? Yeah... It's all pointless, meaningless shit. I'm so tired of it!" Her voice had risen to an almost shout by this point.

"I know, I know..." I mused as I took her in my arms. "I know, Nat. It's so hard to see meaning sometimes, and that can be scary and tiring. We're on a floating rock and we'll die and be forgotten by the universe eventually, but Nat, that's okay. It doesn't mean there's no meaning. You mean so much to me and to the team, and everyone we save means something to someone. That matters. We have the freedom to choose our own meaning for our own little world. The universe can go fuck itself because the universe is what doesn't matter. Your meaning doesn't need to come from some cosmic overlord. For me, it's you all that gives me meaning. You are my world, my reason, my purpose. You just need to find yours."

We sat in silence for a bit, listening to the hiss of the rain and the echoes of our friends' laughter in the common room. I could feel every inch of her skin touching mine, each vibrant intricacy fighting for my attention. Her calloused fingers were cold, but her palms were sweaty. I didn't mind, though, I counted myself lucky to even be in her presence. Her red hair fell down about her waist, some getting caught in our embrace.

"Sorry." Nat finally spoke, as she pulled herself from me. "Sorry, this is so stupid. I'm being stupid. The mission was just harder than expected."

"Nat, you aren't being stupid at all! It's completely okay to feel this way, okay?" I turned her face in my direction. Her cheeks were soft, save for the little cuts that peppered her porcelain features. Gosh, looking at her felt like falling into bed after a long day of fighting and missions. She felt like home. "Okay?"

She nodded, a smile forming on her chapped lips.

"Let's go eat before the others finish all the food. I bought your favourite! Unless you want to sit here a while longer, that's okay too."

"Shit, I'm actually really hungry!" She giggled. "Yes, let's go eat. I'd like to see the others."

With that, I got up to wash my hands, and we made our way towards the sound of sweet laughter. Nat smiled at our friends. A real smile, this time. She smiled the smile of someone finding their purpose. Finding their meaning. Finding their home.

[chiaracognigniart]

Aemond and Alys WIP for #SixCharacters ship challenge commissionated by me, inspired by my AU fic The Doom in Our Blood comes Back

[callsignmarz]

MDNI | 18+ | König x Reader

TW- mentions of heavy sexual content, knife play, blood, BDSM and explicit language.

“Prisoner of War.”

“Believe me, Schatz. I’m about to ruin you.” His voice sinks into a low purr, your skin shivers with cupidity as if ice was dripping from your shoulders and down to the base of your spine.

Meticulously, König then reaches into his pants to fish out his cock, the tip flushed with a red hue, visibly aching and ready to engulf itself inside of you. Wrapping a fist around the weight of his length, he teasingly tapped on your ass a few times. Each slap adding onto the debarred torment. Your bottom lip feels raw from the amount of times you’ve been gnawing at it as tantalizing desires fester between your legs but, you refuse to allow it to stop the next set of words from rolling off your tongue.

“Do it then, pussy.”

By the time a shit-eating grin plasters itself on your face, his knife ventures back with the point of the blade poking into your jugular. You take a small gulp. Letting your throat naturally close, feeling your pulse thumping hard against the sharp edge as excitement bubbles to the surface. A conflicting storm of urges and emotions cloud König’s mind, darkening his eyes to a charcoal grey. There was always something about you made him want to risk it all.

Was it your unpredictability? The quick witted comebacks?

Whatever it was, it certainly had him wrapped around your fingertips.

You flutter your eyelids with delight as the head of his cock slips and slides between your wet folds and against your swollen clit, blending your fluids together.

König bites down on his lip, stifling back an audible groan as he studied how your body responded to his touch. The walls of the room temporarily fade to black when his dick disappears deep inside of you, stretching you out deliciously. Your face scrunches at the burn and an animalistic moan erupts from your throat. Naturally, your hands jerk back to allow yourself to adjust to his size, however, were quickly reminded about the metal chains, holding you down in position.

“Let’s see how much shit-talking you do now, Y/N.”

“Fuck you.” You managed to rasp in between moans.

Behind the mask his mouth hooks, “Get ready then.”

Gritting your teeth, pleasure infuses with pain as König pulls his hips back about half way before snapping back. Your walls constrict around him while he set a deliberating pace.

Since day one, you were a constantly in the back of his head. Haunting him. Now, he wanted to haunt you the same way you have for years. He wanted to punish you. To claim you. The table creaks while you held onto your chains for dear life, drowning in the endless waves of your arousal.

“Oh God, König! I’m about—” You go to say but he quickly chimes in, finishing your sentence for you.

“To cum? I don’t think so. At least not yet anyway. But, don’t worry, I’ll let you know when you can.”

Your legs shake uncontrollably when you feel König pull out and away, leaving you a whimpering mess.

“No, please. Come back, I was so close. Please, let me come. Please!”

Your begging was heavenly. But, as much as he wanted to give you what you wanted. König restrained himself, relishing on the way you were slowly losing control. He took in the vulnerable state you were in while he fiddled with his knife.

“armes Ding. (Poor thing.)” He pouted, leisurely stroking himself with his free hand, “You know, Y/N. I could easily go all night. Fucking that greedy pussy of yours, denying you of any release.”

You shake your head weakly in response, eager to welcome him back inside at any moment and his mouth twists into a conniving smirk,

“Aht aht. You need to use your words. Or do I have to force them out of you?”

While you catch your breath, you turn back to peer shyly at König through your lashes and underneath his unforgivable gaze. Pride lodges itself in your throat and you struggle to swallow it down. You were never the one to submit, especially in bed.

“Claim me as yours, König.”

“Say it again, Leibling. I didn't hear you.”

“You fucking heard me.”

König took a long pause, letting go of himself as he stalked his way around you, taking his time in between steps. You feel his demanding presence shift the air around the room and the sound of König suck at his teeth, contemplating his next move.

Technically, you did say for König to claim you.

What you didn’t say was how.

Once again, König positioned himself behind you, firmly grasping the knife in his hand. Your eyes widened, letting out a piercing cry when you felt a sharp, burning sensation on your ass cheek. The chains rattle erratically as you wiggled, attempting to break away from him.

“Hold still!” His voice boomed off of the walls and you do your best to follow his command, “Good girl.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you sink your teeth into your bicep, distracting your senses as he continues to carve into your skin. Blood bubbles and trickles down your leg matching with the brimming pain and anger.

When König finishes, he observes his new work of artwith a sense of fulfillment. Satisfied with how it looks, König then gives you a sharp smack on the ass as if he was giving it a stamp of approval.

“What the fuck was that for!?” You spat with new found hatred. As you turn to look at the damage, you could feel your heart hit the pit of your stomach.

“What? I only did what you asked of me. I simply claimed you as mine.” He chorkles, setting the knife down to the side, amused that his name is now engraved in your skin.

“Now and forever.”

Your chest heaves with the gates of hell burning on the other side of your irises. König’s words were just as permanent as the new hand made label. Right as you go to throw another fit, König swiftly flips you on your back, twisting the chains tighter into your wrists. One by one, your boots and your pants were stripped off, granting himself full access to you. Out of spite, you cross your legs as tight as you could, denying him to wedge himself in between your legs.Cocking a brow, König scoffs at you feeble attempt.

“You really think that’s going to stop me?”

Giving you no room to protest, he grabs your ankles, pinning them on either side of your head, completely folding you and leaving you wide open. König could feel you thrash yourself, but ultimately, he held all the power, whether you liked it or not.

“So feisty, Y/N.” He teased, his tone dripping with desire.

A mewl escapes from your lips at the feel of the fabric of his sniper hood, lightly brushing along your clit before being completely covered. Steadily, his head lowers while maintaining eye contact, you hold your breath as you felt the heat of his breath ghost over, driving you closer to the brink of insanity with a pathetic amount of ecstasy.

Concealed behind the curtain of his hood, you felt his tongue flatten, tasting you from the back to front, seeking out your sensitive bud. Once he found your sweet spot, König didn’t hesitate to get to work, avidly humming as he sucked and slurped on your clit. Your back arches while you lose your sense of reality from the sensation of it all, compelling your muscles to tremor beneath his captive hold. Each lap, each swirl, pushed you closer and closer to your insatiable orgasm.

The faces you made were absolute perfection. He could watch you all day. But, that doesn’t mean you deserve to be rewarded.

You had to earn it.

Just as you were about to reach your climax, König, once again, pulls away and you throw your head back in frustration.

“König, please! Just let me come already.” You cry.

His grip loosens around your ankles, the pads of his fingers creep along your skin leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Underneath the hood, König licks his lips, savoring on the essence that was left on his chin.

“I think you’ve become a very addicting problem, Y/N. How about we make a deal? If I let you out of those cuffs, I’ll let you come as many times as you want while riding me. What do you say?”

You meet König’s gaze, hesitating to give an answer right away. There was no way he was being serious. You refused to believe it, and yet, here you are, tempted with an opportunity to escape your imprisonment. Adrenaline kickstarts and courses through your veins. Taking a small swallow, you give your answer.

“Deal.”

His hand comes up, ripping open a velcro seal on his vest and with only two fingers, he pulls the keys out. With freedom dangling at his fingertips, all you had to do was keep yourself in control. Your lips press together, hiding the excitement back as an audible click of the cuffs releases you, the metal no longer digging into your bone.

It takes you a minute or two for the pins and needles to stop when you retract your arms back down to your sides. Then, the unexpected sound of a metal chair scraping against the floor makes you jump to your feet. When you spin around, König had taken the chair from the other side of the room and placed it a few feet away from you. He moves around and comfortably takes a seat, his posture relaxed though he was still hard. Lazily, he tilts his head to the side, pleased to see how well you were behaving.

With a click of his tongue, he tears your attention away from his cock, although, he didn’t really mind it.

“Get on all fours and crawl to me.”

You understood the assignment. So, taking your time, you drop to your knees and assumed the position, your eyes never leaving his as you started to crawl to him.

“That’s it, Leibling. Nice and easy.”

A low pitched hum vibrates his chest when his left hand found his shaft and stroked himself, matching with your slow tempo.

When you reach his boots, your hands slither up aiming for his abdomen. But, before you decide sit on his lap, you make a last minute decision and stick your tongue out, licking from the base to the tip, sampling on the taste of his pre-cum. König’s head tips back, fighting to keep the beast within him contained when your lips gently kiss the veins that decorated his length, allowing a second in between. A heavy sigh unleashes and races down your spine with electricity as König’s hips rise and fall with a natural flow, searching for solace of any form.

Rewardingly, you open your mouth and König promptly invades. You look up at him, keeping a steady trend and you take this opportunity to start plotting. Your mind begins to wander as you start to change your pace and out of nowhere, a rough hand comes down to back of your head, fingers ensnared at your roots, yanking you off of his cock. Instantly, you freeze when you receive a warning glare from König.

“Don’t even try it, Frau. (Woman.)”

Forcing out a scoff, you play dumb, “Oh, stop being paranoid. I wasn’t even doing anything.” You cooed.

Carefully, you swing a leg over his and climb into his lap. König anticipates you movements and shifts his hips accordingly so you’re able hover over his dick, teasing the tip of his dick between your heat. A small moan slips past your lips, easing your weight down onto him. Colorful words and phrases, spill from König’s mouth. Letting go of your hair, his hands slide to the small of your back, you feel his fingers grazing at the hem of your shirt and creep their way underneath.

“I don’t want to hold back anymore.” You tell him breathlessly, slowly rocking your hips in a controlled rhythm, his cock swelling with each deliberate bounce.

A new wave of pleasure threatens to consume you entirely when you feel König groping and fondling your tits. Unable to resist the familiar turmoil, you secure yourself by throwing your arms around his neck. Feeling your walls contracting around him, König instinctively took control, thrusting into you at an deplorable pace.

“I can feel you, Schatz. You’re almost there.” König’s huffs, his voice low and gravelly as he continues, “Just remember, no matter how much you run and hide, your body, your being, it all belongs to me.”

His words push you further into a chaotic frenzy. Your moans fill the room as you bounce with fervor and urgency while his hips buck to meet with your movements. Eventually, you were tossed over the edge, finally reaching the pinnacle of your orgasm and it wasn’t too long before König chases after his own, spurting his hot seed deep inside of you. The both of you sat there, relishing on the feeling of the after shocks of your insatiable orgasm.

“Such a good girl. I love the way your pussy clings to me, begging for more.”

It wasn’t like he was wrong. If you were being honest with yourself, the sex was far from good. Damn near maddening and very much addicting.

Breathing heavily, you climb off his lap and walk over to dress yourself. König remains seated, his eyes following your every move but doesn’t get up to place you back in his custody.

Once you were fully dressed, you turned to face him, fully expecting him to get in the way of your escape. But, instead, he just sat there, almost in defeat.

“You’re not going to stop me?” You questioned, genuinely curious and he simply shook his head, adding onto your confusion.

“Why not?”

“I’ve grown to like the little games we play.”

Silence falls and you count down the seconds you have with this slim window of opportunity. Taking his answer for what it is, you rush towards the door before stopping dead in your tracks to turn back as if you could leave without one. Taken back by surprise, you lift up his hood enough to expose his rosy lips and capture them with yours.

The kiss was quick and you give him these last words,

“Find me in Montreal.”

[softestqueeen]

let me teach you pt.2

pairing: Steve Rogers x afab!reader x Bucky Barnes

summary: You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures. When they join you at your office, things get a little out of hand…

warnings: 18+ MDNI!!! smut, p in v sex, blow jobs, multiple orgasms, semi public sex, office sex, unprotected sex, breeding, threesome, mmf threesome, manhandling, slight size kink, captain kink, fingering (f receiving), no aftercare

wordcount: 2006 words

a/n: As promised, here is the part 2 of ‘let me teach you’! Enjoy <3

Part 1

But soon enough their touches were not as innocent anymore. Bucky’s hand got suspiciously close to your core and Steve let the hand that he laid over your shoulders, slowly wander to your breasts.

When you realised where this was going, you removed their hands from your body and turned around, so you were practically laying on top of Bucky.

You looked into his eyes and started to kiss him. Before it got too heated though, you pulled away.

You thought to yourself “do I really want to have a threesome at my workplace? Even in my office one of my colleagues could want something or just walk in for a chat”, but when the next moment Steve started kissing you, all your common sense was chucked out of the window.

Since you were still sitting on Bucky lap you could feel his dick getting harder underneath you. He gripped your waist and started kissing your neck as he pressed your cunt against his errection. You moaned into Steves mouth and gripped his hair.

You pulled away from them and got up to catch your breath. The short break gave you time to calculate your next move.

The two men looked at you, slightly panting, still sitting on the couch, anticipating what you’re going to do.

You locked eyes with Steve, and he gave you one of his knee-weakening smiles. You went to stand between his spread legs, his thick thighs straining the fabric of his jeans.

You got on your knees in front of him and looked up at him through your lashes. With an innocent smile you palmed his erection through his trousers, earning a needy whine from him. You started to unfasten his belt while he gathered your hair in his hand, making a makeshift ponytail so it wouldn’t get in the way.

You freed his already painfully hard errection from his boxers and gave him a few lazy strokes before licking a stripe from his base to his tip. You could hear his breath getting laboured and when you took his head into your mouth and sucked on it he moaned loudly.

Unfortunately you couldn’t be as loud as you wanted, in fear of someone hearing the three of you, so you pulled off of him and turned to Bucky, “Could you please shut him up?”, you told him before adding with a wink, “Can’t have anyone catch us now, can we, Stevie?”

At the mention of someone catching or even seeing the three of you, a drop of precum escaped the blonds slit.

You made eye contact with him, leaned down, and licked up the drop. You pulled away for a second before taking him again, this time deeper, using your tongue to trace the veins on his cock.

Before he could moan again, Bucky cover the blondes’ lips with his own and caught all the moans that could escaped him.

With every bob of your head, you took him a bit deeper, until your nose hit his pelvis and his head the back of your throat. You started to suck on him while going up and down his cock, his thick length throbbing inside of your mouth and hitting the back of your throat.

You could feel him holding your head in place and starting to thrust into your mouth. You let him have his moment of power and moved your tongue over him while he fucked your face.

You could feel him getting closer, his hips starting to stutter and his thick cock twitching in your mouth.

Lifting your hands from your thighs you placed them on his, holding him down and taking over.

You started to deep throat him again, sucking on him and using your tongue to trace his veins. You took away one of your hands and the moment you started to fondle his balls, you could feel him twitching and releasing inside of you, cumming down your throat.

You kept on sucking him off, wanting his high to last, but became slower and slower until you finally pulled off your now panting boyfriend.

When you pulled off him, you could see your red lipstick smeared onto his thick length, now mixes with your spit and traces of his cum.

Just now you noticed how wet you were. Your panties were absolutely soaked, and you were glad you didn’t wear trousers today, because you could have tossed them in the trash now. Instead, you chose to wear a cute skirt today.

You were still kneeling on the floor, so Bucky bent down and pulled you up by the waist. He bent you over the armrest of the couch, so your ass was stuck up in the air and presented to him.

Now you were really glad that there wasn’t a strict dresscode at your university because it allowed the brunette easy access to your pussy, where you needed him the most.

He made quick work of your tights by ripped them, before looking at your now exposed (and completely soaked) panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, princess!”, he almost huffed before slowly stroking over your clothed cunt.

You let out an airy moan before slowly starting to lean into his touch. But, unfortunately for you, he pulled away from you.

Before you could complain though, he pulled you panties to the side and inserted two of his metal fingers with ease, your wetness being the perfect lube.

You had to press on of your hands onto your mouth to stop an embarrassingly loud moan from escaping your mouth at the feel of his cold fingers pressing into your pussy.

Bucky kept on fucking you with his fingers, slowly adding two more. You were already close, clenching down onto his hands, when he pulled out of you.

You could hear the clink of a belt being unfastened and the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

You let go of your mouth and whined impatiently, but quickly had to cover your mouth again when you felt Bucky pulling your panties aside again and his fat tip entering your tight pussy.

He didn’t waste anytime and immediately filled you to the brim with his cock. Even after he prepared you with his fingers, he felt so big inside of you.

After he gave you a moment to adjust to his size, he almost pulled out completely before thrusting into you again, building up a slow but deep rhythm.

Even though you tried your best to stay quiet it was getting harder and harder, the more he sped up.

Steve was already hard again from the sight of his two lovers fucking. Damn that super solder stamina, he thought.

But he noticed your struggle and got in front of you. You looked up at him, almost cumming at the sight of him fully dressed, head slightly tilted back, cock out, your red lipstick still evident on his length, red, flushed and stroking it.

He locked eyes with you and sent you a smile.

“Wanna finish what you started, princess?”, Steve asked in a teasing voice before demanding, “Clean your Captains cock.” You just nodded, opening your mouth, and letting your tongue hang out, not trusting yourself to form any words, let alone a sentence. Bucky was still ramming into you, getting faster and sending you forwards with every harsh thrust of his hips.

He went to grab the back of your head for the second time that day and slowly inserted himself. Before you got the chance to get used to his inhuman size, he started to thrust into your mouth, fucking your face in earnest, matching Bucky’s rhythm.

Every time one of their cocks pulled out of you, the other thrust back in.

Bucky leaned forward and started kissing your neck. You could feel his hot breath next to your ear, the sensation making a shiver roll down your spine and new wetness rush to your pussy.

Bucky let out a moan, that he quickly tried to muffle by biting into the exposed flesh of your shoulder, when you clenched around him.

Though that resulted into you moaning around Steve’s length, which then made Steve groan.

With every thrust Bucky pushed you onto Steve’s cock and the feeling of your warm mouth around him and the drool he could feel trickling down his balls made his second release come faster than he wanted to admit.

When you felt him gripping your hair harder and his thrust becoming uneven, you sucked him harder and started to move your head over his length, meeting his thrusts.

When Steve felt you moan against his cock again, it was over. He clasped his hand in front of his mouth, muffling the loud moan that threatened to escape his mouth, his other hand pressing you onto his cock, while he shot thick ropes of his cum down your throat.

The sensations became too much for you. Bucky still relentlessly thrusting into you, his hot breathing next to your ear, Steve holding you down onto his length while he came down your throat, it was just too much!

With a shout around Steve’s still leaking cock, you came, clenching around Bucky who bit into your shoulder again, but didn’t halter his thrusts.

After Steve pulled out of you, Bucky let go of your shoulder and leaned back. He pulled out off you, earning a whine, before flipping you over and swiftly entering you again.

Before he started to fuck you though, he lifted you up by grabbing your waist, his cock still snugly nested into your pussy.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against him, and started kissing whatever you could reach. You kissed his shoulder, his neck, his face.

He sat you onto your desk, your hips on the edge, before he loosened his grip on your waist to gently press your body down on the table. You loved it when one of them manhandled you like this, it always reminded you of their strength when they easily moved your around like you were a bag of feathers.

He slowly started to thrust into you again, picking up his earlier pace in no time.

Your legs were on either side of his waist hand he had a bruising grip on the base of your thighs, where thigh meets ass.

He suddenly let go of your thighs but reaching underneath them so your legs where over his arms, before gripping your waist again.

“Lift those pretty hips for me, love. You’re doing so good for me, our pretty girl”, Bucky told you while filling you over and over again with his fat cock.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, the heat in your belly starting to feel like a fire, as he grabbed your waist even harder for better leverage.

At this point, only your head and shoulders touched your desk and by the way the brunette’s thrusts became sloppy, you knew he was close too.

The new angle made you see stars and you fell over the edge.

Bucky was quick enough to cover your lips with his, muffling your screams of ecstasy and his own groans, with a hypnotising kiss.

You could feel him shooting ropes of his cum into you, filling you up impossibly more.

When you both came down from your highs, he pulled out of you and placed your legs back on the floor. He pulled down your skirt again and combed his fingers through your now tussled hair.

As you stood upright again, you could feel his cum drip into your underwear, now definitely ruining your panties.

After the you decided that you all looked presentable enough to leave, you packed up your things while trying to calm your heartrate.   “Well, if this is how we always end up when you visit me at work, feel free to visit me at any time”, you said with a wink, making the three of you laugh before you left the room, eager to go home.

a/n: I hope you enjoyed these 2k words of filth! If you did, please leave some notes, likes and comments. feedback is of course always appreciated! <3

taglist: @silvermagnolias, @milywatermelon

[luvghostie]

╰┈➤𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐘.ೃ࿐

{𝘎𝘕 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 + 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦}

Cartman: what the hell? Hey, stop that...

Cartman is usually an asshole to you but seeing you cry made him psychically hurt

He’d bring you to his house if he could, to play games, eat food, and distress if you needed

If you want something specific that he doesn't have he'll make his mom go get it

“No mam, they want cheesy bread!!”

Don't worry, if she doesn't get it right the first time he'll make her go back to the store again

He tries to ask what's wrong but rude remarks end up in the mix

Instead, he'd ask his mother to do it for him

Cartman doesn't want to seem like he cares since it makes him feel weak. However, please know he's trying his best to make you feel better. Even he has problems and he understands where you come from.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Kyle: what’s wrong? Did someone say something to you?

Kyle will sit and talk with you until you feel better. He doesn’t want to bring you back to his house or anything because his mom. Regardless, he still cares about how you feel.

He’ll make sure to share his food if it comforted you and he’d even buy you something with his money to see you smile

He kinda wants to blame Cartman for causing you to cry since it seems reasonable

“Did that fat ass do this to you?”

If it was Cartman he'd more than likely storm off to beat his ass

Kyle will try his hardest to protect you from hateful remarks from thereon. Putting himself between you and the drama for distance.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Kenny: *muffled* hey... It's okay, I'm here for you now Y/N

Kenny would listen to you talk about what was happening. He'll take it all in, trying to figure out what to say

Like Kyle, if it was someone specific who made you cry he'd beat their ass

Kenny would risk seeing you happy and better at any cost even if it meant him dying in the process (not like he won't come back anyway)

Will offer to skip class with you or walk to your house

*muffled* “let's go to your house, we can cuddle while you let it all out there.”

If you wanted him to he'll stay the night and go everywhere alongside you

Don't even think for a second that this is just a one-time thing. If he sees you even the slightest bit upset, get ready for a slumber party

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Stan: I-um.. You okay?

Stanley will have a tough time trying to understand why you're crying or generally being comfroting

His natural reaction is to say “yeah, life sucks” but he genuinely cares about you so he'll stop himself

Stan will slowly reach to rub your back, scared that you'll get angry at him. Once he places his hand he begins to loosen up and feels so much sympathy for you.

“Y/N, just remember, to me you'll always be someone important and you are good enough”

Stan lets you talk for a while, pitching in when he needs to so you know he's listening

Once you get done crying and feel better he'll walk with you to wherever you're going making sure nothing brings you down before you get to your destination

[hyperfixiation-station]

Lighter Pt.2

Ask and ye shall receive :))

TW: Blood, death, angst

Part 1

Part 3

You feel a sense of disconnect, being able to see your own body. It had been that way since you slipped into a coma on the evac. Just you, your body, and the voices.

There are voices, almost uninterpretable, that call to you from beyond the veil. You do not hear the words they say, but you recognize them. They belong to your mother, to your best friend, to a fellow soldier, to all people who have died under your care. They want you to join them, but the voices are faint and do not sway you. Instead, you tether yourself to the man sitting by your bedside. For 12 short hours, he kept you tethered to the mortal plane. And then there was a tightness in your chest and the tether snapped. 

It had been an interesting experience. In surgery, you had flatlined 3 times, but each time it felt like there was a tether holding you to your body, keeping you from following the voices.  But later, in the ICU with Ghost by your side, you felt the tether disappear. There was a sudden tightness, the first sensation you’d felt since slipping into the coma, and then the tether just snapped. You felt yourself fading, the voices growing louder and louder and louder. Your body tingled and you stretched out a hand, reaching for the voices, wanting to end the discomfort and just go. 

But then there was a spark, and you felt as though someone dumped a bucket of cold water over your skin. The voices faded, and you came back to yourself, tethered once more.

“Their heart gave out.” The doctors said, “The combined stress from blood loss and shock sent them into organ failure.”  You had watched in sick fascination as you were placed on life support, a machine keeping your heart beating and lungs breathing. For the past 3 days you had sat with Ghost, watching your chest rise and fall and rise and fall in a rhythmic motion.

“Listen, Y/N. I’m not- I’m not big on…on words.” He shifted slightly, “but the doctor said talking is supposed to help you. I don’t bloody know how, but I said I would give it a try. I-” He paused, fidgeting with his gloves, “-I don’t-” He paused again, thinking, “-I’m sorry.” He finally managed to get out. 

“About everything. You should never have been on the bloody mission, but when Price said we were working with another team, I jumped at the chance to work with you.” He paused, taking a steadying breath, “Which is stupid, considering I haven’t been able to say ‘I love you’ to your face.” 

“And I’m sorry for that too. I’m sorry that I never say ‘I love you’, that I’m never affectionate in public, that I don’t compliment you like I should. I'm sorry that I’m such a fucking bastard all the time.” Now that he’s started  talking, it's almost like he can’t stop. It feels like you are watching a train that you know is going to crash, and you can’t stop it, but you can’t look away either. 

“I’m sor-” His breath catches, “I’m sorry that I wasn’t paying attention. I’m sorry that you got shot. I’m sorry, I…I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry. I swear, I swear, if you wake up, I will spend every waking moment making it up to you. I will do whatever you want just-” He pauses, hands trembling, “-just please wake up.” 

“Please don’t.” You whisper, “Please don’t do this to yourself.” You wrap your spectral arms around him, nestling your chin on his head, trying to provide comfort that neither of you can feel.

He hasn’t left your bedside in 5 days, despite urging from Soap, Price, and even Gaz.

“I’m not leaving them alone. What if their heart gives out for good and I’m not there?” Had been his response every time someone tried to get him to leave. The doctors had only made his stubbornness worse. 

“If they can’t breathe on their own, then there is no hope of recovery. We are going to take them off the ventilator tomorrow and put them on a cannula, but if their lungs can inflate on their own, we may have to pull the plug.” The doctor had told Ghost yesterday, face full of sympathy. So now you stood by your bedside, hand on Ghost's back, watching the nurses take you off the ventilator.

It is equal parts disgusting and fascinating, watching them pull the tube from your throat. Disgusting, because they were pulling a tube from your throat, and fascinating, because, well, there was a tube being pulled from your throat. 

Almost immediately the tightness is back, squeezing like a vice. It is different this time. The world around you fades, and the voices come back, soft and inviting.  

“Come home.” The whisper to you.

Breathe, c’mon you can do this

“We miss you.” 

Please Y/N

The air is warm and comfortable, the scent of your childhood home filing the room.

Breathe please, I’m begging you dove

“Come ooooon Y/N!” The voice of your best friend echoes in your ears, drowning out the rest of the world. You reach for him, wanting to join, but something stops you. 

BREATHE Y/N

“It's not your time.” Your teammate whispers to you, her hand pushing you back to safety, just like she did the night she died. There is one high-pitched, steady beep in the back of your mind. 

Please, Y/N Please!

“Go back.” She says. She shoves you harder and suddenly you are back in the hospital. Ghost is crying, actually crying, and the nurses and doctors are frantically trying to get you to breathe. Your heart monitor is one long, steady line. 

“Go back.” She says again to you. She shoves you one more time and everything goes dark. 

[oneshotnewbie]

Olivia benson x reader where the reader is Olivia’s daughter and a perp runs into her during the chase and hurts the reader and Olivia catches the perp and then mother daughter fluff

Authors note: It's pretty short but I just don't have the time or motivation to write right now. I hope you still like it, even if it doesn't correspond to the extent that you know from me ♥

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"Idiot, watch where you are going!" you yelled in the direction where the man next to you landed face down onto the street. He fell to his knees in front, not bringing his hand forward in time to steady himself and smacked face first onto the sidewalk. Something cracked, his glasses or his nose- probably both.

Your elbow suddenly turned into the sensation of lightning and fiery pain and you placed it in the palm of your hand. Out of frustration and flooded with throbbing pain in your entire upper arm, the heel of your boot intentionally dug into the side of his thigh and let him groan out in pain.

His head dragged on the floor, trying to protect his face from the small stones scraping the skin like sandpaper. A piece of his broken glasses got caught in the ground and cut his face in his movement. The dripping blood out of his deep laceration on his cheek, intensified that angry, devilish smirk that he threw at you.

His long brown hair, which was sticking out in all directions after your collision, almost made his eyes disappear. Your gaze traveled further down his body and got stuck on his hands. Within them, he held something that had a razor-sharp blade and reflected the sun´s rays.

The knife lay at your feet and the movement of his hand scraped the rough concrete with a metallic sound. Fearful, you backed up slowly trying to gain some space between the two of you and swallowed hard as you watched him hesitate. Instead of lunging at you, he looked around, apparently trying to get away from someone.

Not five seconds later, you felt and heard more noises behind you; rough and loud footsteps rushing towards you at a rapid pace, creaking on the concrete floor, mingling with hounded voices; voices of people you knew.

Sergeant Finn Tutola, your mother´s best friend, bent down in front of you and briefly jolted you out of your thoughts. "Y/n, what are you doing here?" he asked in surprise and grabbed the man´s feet before pulling him off the sidewalk away from you and onto the street. Pistol holstered, his hands gripped the suspect´s upper arm and twisted him onto his back before pulling him up.

"Just catching a little break. There are not enough benches in the area so I figured why not just sit out here?" the dark-haired shakes his head with laughter at your sarcasm and reached out a hand to pull you up from the cold ground. Thanking, you clasped his hands in your non-painful one and jumped up.

Around the corner of the street on which you were now standing across from each other, another figure ran towards you and you could already see from afar that it was your mother who came to support her best friend. The brunette dogged her heels into the gravel when she realized her sergeant had everything in control, but gave you a questioning look, eyebrows furrowed as she jogged the last few meters standing between you.

"Hey mom"

"Your daughter caught this one" he thrust his arm forward, which he had anchored around the young man´s handcuffed wrist, and nudged the suspect a little to add more emphasis to his sentence. Proudly, he smiles at you softly. "Now off to the police station with you. You have a lot to explain"

Olivia stood at your side and tucked a strand of hair, that had become tangled on your face from the gentle breeze, behind your ear. "What happened?" she asked worried as she stepped closer to you. You looked like you were in pain and judging by your jacket, it had suffered too. Her hand tentatively rested on one of your shoulders and ran down the leather of your jacket until she came to a larger cut that parted the material.

"What a crap," you scolded under your breath and looked at the place where you felt her fingers on your skin; stirring over the split leather. "Your suspect knocked me to the ground because the idiot did not see me"

You grimaced in pain as you braced your elbow in your hand again. Your mother was shocked at first- she did not tolerate any missteps when it came to you and you knew instantly, that the young man will later face an short-tempered woman who would make his life hell in the interrogation room.

The brunette quickly but carefully began to slide your jacket off your shoulders, exposing your slowly discolored skin. She gasped when she saw the blue color running from your elbow to the middle of your forearm. With every step that she tried to move your arm to get a closer look, your body tensed in front of her.

Olivia kept glancing at your face, worry creeping into her serious expression. "Ouch!" you gasped and gritted your teeth hard. The brunette worked quickly, not wanting to prolong your pain any further. "A doctor needs to look at that. Come on, let´s get you to the hospital"

Carefully, she placed a hand on your shoulder and pulled you closer to her; her lips gently drawing three small kisses into your hair while one of her hands supported your elbow. "Mh.." you closed your eyes and unconsciously leaned onto her.

She grinned at the way you were when you were hurt. You have always been someone who enjoyed her warmth, cuddles and kisses and never put her off. If she did not know otherwise, she do say you could not have more love coming from you. But she always misjudged it; when you were sick or in pain, a little more of your dependence on her always came out.

But she did not complain. You were the greatest gift that life had to offer and could give you. With you, she was complete.

[fizzoralli]

CATDORA HEADCANONS~

This is all super unorganized rn but ill fix it later :P

🧸🍰🧸🍰🧸🍰🧸🍰🧸

-catra and adora DEFINITELY kissed when they were in the fright zone, but shadow weaver erased adora's memories and told catra to never bring it up

-catra accidently scratches adora's back with her claws while they're cuddling

-they found the spot where adora found the sword and they go on dates there every now and then

-catra always thinks about the chances of her and adora being together if they stayed in the fright zone

-back when they were in the fright zone catra was completely in love with adora, but she couldn't say anything since shadow weaver would just erase their memories

-when adora started living in bright moon she still layed with her legs tucked up because she was used to catra sleeping at the bottom of the bed

-MAYBE they didn't even know what dating is in the horde since that would be considered a distraction, so catra was super confused when she started having feelings. And when adora began having feelings she thought she would be a disappointment to the horde :(

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I'll add more later :P

[verysmolnerd]

Meeting Otto in college

You're not sure where you've seen him before; maybe at the back of a lecture hall or the cafeteria, but you knew he was there. For a man of his size, he was always amazing at blending into the crowd.

A stealthy giant indeed, but you were a person to notice subtleties.

You had to be sitting on the steps with a group of people and one of them pointed him out from everyone else, "Yeah, that's Otto. Dude's already on his way to be valedictorian. I haven't seen him fail a single assignment."

After that it's kind of hard to ignore him from then on out, he's practically seen between classes.

You know he's smart, literally everyone sharing a class with him says he is. But he's not wise nor clever. He's a dork. You know when he's actively near you.

He's a nerd in love, that's a new thing for him. So the shyness level is over 9000.

If you're trying to find a textbook in the library, he's peeking through the shelf. Those thick-framed glasses over those big brown eyes are hard to miss.

If you're at an open lounge meeting with a professor, then he's three or four couches away tutoring some student passing their classes by the skin of their teeth.

You're not sure what to make of this, so some days you just stay in your dorm room for a while, getting your work done; making the plans to get a job right after you get that bachelor's degree in your hand.

That's when Otto realizes that a lot of students come and go, and you might be one of them. Som panic sets in for him.

So he starts to gain the confidence to speak with you with your infrequent presence on campus. Mainly out of fear that he might not see you again.

So, when it comes to partner up for your next chemistry lab, there's Otto Octavius standing right in front of you with a small smile.

As expected, the lab goes without a hitch, but you do everything in your power to make sure that Otto doesn't do all of the work. There had been multiple people bragging that he had raised their grade because they used him for an important lab.

He insisted that he does the work fist, but you were quick to tell him that other students have used him to their advantage; an easy A.

After the lab, you exchange numbers and email. He wanted to ask for it at first, but he hesitated.

He ends up meeting you frequently between classes, asking how they went and listening to you rant about a trashy professor.

He sits next to you in lectures that you share. You help each other with notes.

There are tutoring sessions between the both of you, and it's easy to tell that he already know the material, but he's pretending not to fro you to teach him on it.

Dude speaks the language of science, any sort of jargon within the science community, he speaks it like it's just slang.

That meaning, he can sue out those entry-level professors trying to sound intellectual when they're really on a power trip because they're just an awful person.

He's a teacher's pet, and there are "coffee dates" with one of his professors on the regular.

He's so afraid of making things awkward that he makes it worse when his professors are the third wheel.

It literally takes a professor to pull you aside and flat out say that you need to do something, because the big man has a crush that goes higher than the school's clocktower.

So rater than Otto scheduling a "coffee date" you schedule an event. What you chose was a tad bit unorthodox compared to what Otto was used to, you wanted to have some physical activity to unwind formal the stress. (Wink Wonk)

(He would literally faint at the idea of Sex) You go axe throwing or you you go update to visit a driving range. Then you have dinner with him.

When you brought up the idea, he was about to ask if another professor can come.

You were quick to say, "Threes a crowd." It goes off without a hitch and, but you can see him restrain himself from getting too close to you. he was always at arms distance, nothing more.

So, you take this in your hands once again; you literally take his large hands in your own at some dingy restaurant that nobody really knows about.

This sends him such a shock that eh entire car hide back to campus is completely silent.

He was a gentleman and walked back to the building. He, however, stops you before you could go in.

His face is beet red, as he closes the distance between you.

his kiss is forced and far too puckered, but it's a kiss nonetheless. It was a big jump for him, so his bravery doesn't go unnoticed.

So, you bid him goodnight with a peck on the cheek.

You now have a giant nerd for a boyfriend.

[remediesremedy]

one stays shackled (in your death you will be unshackled)

summary: the bad ending

astarion / gender neutral vampire spawn reader

(wow that’s a long reader)

warnings: death, injury, angst, the whole sad shabang

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it wasn’t like it was astarion’s goal to bring you misery, on the contrary he prayed that you somehow had also escaped cazador’s tight clutch. and his heart, what was left of it, absolutely dropped at the sight of you.

living in the cazador’s palace was hard enough, the living conditions were abhorrent for all of his spawn. Years of torture to each other or themselves was enough to crack each and every one of them down into mere husks. But somehow, you had become even less than that. He did not recognise your eyes, once a more mirthful vermillion now a murky red, pooling with blackened edges.

Your flesh was beyond marred, littered with scars that were just about healing, deep open cuts scattered your pale skin. Some leaked a putrid smell, accompanied with the sight of green slick, beyond infected and beyond cruel. Your body was caked in blood, mostly dried and flaky across the vast expanse of your frame.

and everything about you seemed sunken, like you had been pulled down by an unbearable weight, destined to drown a thousand times over. Whatever had happened to you while he had been gone, had turned you into someone else, someone that he didn’t love.

His soul burned at the prospect that this vessel in front of him was you, but it just couldn’t be. You were, you were bright, even when it was incredibly dark. You lit up when he was around, and now as he stood in front of you, huffing from the exerting feats of battle, you did not even harbour a spark of life.

“i’m here now, it’ll be alright.” He mustered whatever gentleness he had within him to bestow some sort of comfort, but even his words didn’t reach you, or maybe he didn’t bother to check. Maybe he avoided any inkling that you were still salvageable, because an itch stirred in his stomach, one he had never felt before, and one he yearned to scratch.

To kill Cazador, to kill the other spawn, to become powerful enough that he would never bow to another creature or soul again. He would never have to bargain with his body, or hunt for scraps. He would never be weak.

never again.

and maybe there had been the slightest spark in you, maybe you still had that large ball of hope inside of you that needed to be cultivated before you were okay once again.

but it did not matter.

Astarion had lost, for 200 years he had lost everything, his will, his freedom, his family, any ounce of happiness. And he wouldn’t sacrifice it for a simple ‘if’. ‘if’ you got better, ‘if’ you were destined to be, ‘if’ you would stay with him.

So he motioned for Shadowheart to put you into a slumber. He ignored the fear on your face as your eyelids inevitably drooped, when you went limp into sleep, he held you, momentarily mourning the loss of you. The next moment, his fangs speared into your neck, savouring a taste of you that would cease to exist again.

He had hesitated, the knife over your chest shook in his grasp. He had never aimed to cause you suffering, so he fluttered his eyes shut and let the dagger kill you swiftly. You were no longer in pain and by the nine realms he hoped your spirit got sent to somewhere more deserving of your presence.

His stomach burned, the itch was being satiated, and simultaneously a new sensation emerged. A blinding grief, it was too late to reverse, too late to take back the dagger in your chest and the blood seeping through the cobbled ground.

There was no going back, he had to finish what he started. He had to continue on, without you. It would be worth it.

would it be worth it?

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a/n: i diddly darn warned you that it would be sad, hope you’re coping!

but i did do you the favour of posting and writing the sad one first, that means you get to read the happy ending next and forget this ever happened!

(thank you for all the support, it’s been really great seeing people comment on my stuff and to see who has been enjoying it. much love <3)

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[hotdilfs11]

☆゜・。。Do You Love Me? 。。・゜☆

✩pairings: Newt x reader, Gally x reader, Minho x reader(friendship)

✩ summary- Y/n is the only girl in the glade and she's gotten close to the boys there to the point of having feelings. She loves Gally and Newt very much but who would she chose? And who would she hurt? Y/n is spiraling and scared about losing two of her closest friends.

warnings: none

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The Glade. It’s home, peaceful, and full of life, love, and adventure. I’m the only girl in the glade as of now. I came out of the little crate thingy about a month ago, and I’ve made many friends since then. Even though we're all trapped here, I’ve never felt this at home before. It’s a warm and comforting feeling that I’ll never forget. The people that made it feel like home are the people I trust with my fucking life, my ride-or-die, and my day-to-day. Minho, Newt, and Gally

 Minho. I run with him, and yes, I said it; I’m a runner. It seems crazy, but the first day I got here, I wanted to be a runner, and I begged Minho to make me a runner, and he did. Now we're closer than ever. He's like a big brother to me; he protects me, and we fight sometimes, but we get along well. Anyway, I ran the maze with him. We trust each other, trust each other's opinions, and trust each other's judgment. We’re best friends, and I love him so much.

Gally. He’s very protective of me. You can say he’s overprotective at times. I get pushed around, someone argues with me, or someone messes with me. Gally is always there to back me up. On the first day of my being in the Glade, Gally challenged me in the wrestling sand circle. He told me the rules, and we fought. I didn’t win; I fought like hell too. I tricked him once he busted his ass, but in the end, I won everyone’s respect. I earned Gally's respect. Now we fight and tease each other. I love him too; he’s my other best friend.

Finally Newt. He’s such a sweetheart. I can admit I had some trouble fitting in here. I’ve started fights and finished them. I was angry at the world for sending me here, and the only one who told me it was okay was Newt. That's why I love him so much. When I was in the box, he was the first one to jump down and say “It’s a girl” in a heavy British accent. He was the first one to give me a tour. He cared for me, comforted me, fed me; he just took care of me. I hung out with him every day, having deep, long conversations almost every day and sharing everything we could remember about each other. I feel at home with him. I feel warmth and comfort. He always has my back, even when I’m in the wrong.

“LETS GO, Y/N” Minho shouted as sweat poured down his face. His scream bounced off the rusty concrete walls as we sprinted through the maze. Our shoes slammed hard on the ground as we reached the end of the maze, but I couldn’t run anymore. My legs and arms were on fire, with sweat dripping down my face. I licked my lips, tasting the sweet saltiness of my sweat still running and fighting through the pain I’m enduring. We make a sharp turn, seeing the Glade dead ahead of us, but my legs feel like they’re about to go out. I couldn’t breathe anymore. My clothes were sticking to my clothes as the scorching sun punched my face. It felt like my head was going to explode. But I didn’t give up, though I fought like hell to get out of the maze. As everything came to a blur, I fell to the ground, feeling the soft green grass hug my face. The smell made me relax as I sunk into it, making every ounce of my problems fly out the window. 

"Minho, go on without me... I gotta, I gotta lay down for a second,” I say as I try to catch my breath.

Running around me Minho yells, "Okay, I’ll bring you some water!”

“Uh huh,” I murmured, covering my face with my left arm and blocking the sun from my eyes. I sat there for about ten minutes until I felt a strong presence creep towards me. A large shadow stood over me, and it took me a while to say something because of how sore my muscles were.

The Glade. It’s home, peaceful, and full of life, love, and adventure. I’m the only girl in the glade as of now. I came out of the little crate thingy about a month ago, and I’ve made many friends since then. Even though we're all trapped here, I’ve never felt this at home before. It’s a warm and comforting feeling that I’ll never forget. The people that made it feel like home are the people I trust with my fucking life, my ride-or-die, and my day-to-day. Minho, Newt, and Gally

 Minho. I ran with him, and yes, I said it; I’m a runner. It seems crazy, but the first day I got here, I wanted to be a runner, and I begged Minho to make me a runner, and he did. Now we're closer than ever. He's like a big brother to me; he protects me, and we fight sometimes, but we get along well. Anyway, I ran the maze with him. We trust each other, trust each other's opinions, and trust each other's judgment. We’re best friends, and I love him so much.

Gally. He’s very protective of me. You can say he’s overprotective at times. I get pushed around, someone argues with me, or someone messes with me. Gally is always there to back me up. On the first day of my being in the Glade, Gally challenged me in the wrestling sand circle. He told me the rules, and we fought. I didn’t win; I fought like hell too. I tricked him once he busted his ass, but in the end, I won everyone’s respect. I earned Gally's respect. Now we fight and tease each other. I love him too; he’s my other best friend.

Finally Newt. He’s such a sweetheart. I can admit I had some trouble fitting in here. I’ve started fights and finished them. I was angry at the world for sending me here, and the only one who told me it was okay was Newt. That's why I love him so much. When I was in the box, he was the first one to jump down and say “It’s a girl” in a heavy British accent. He was the first one to give me a tour. He cared for me, comforted me, fed me; he just took care of me. I hung out with him every day, having deep, long conversations almost every day and sharing everything we could remember about each other. I feel at home with him. I feel warmth and comfort. He always has my back, even when I’m in the wrong.

“LETS GO, Y/N” Minho shouted as sweat poured down his face. His scream bounced off the rusty concrete walls as we sprinted through the maze. Our shoes slammed hard on the ground as we reached the end of the maze, but I couldn’t run anymore. My legs and arms were on fire, with sweat dripping down my face. I licked my lips, tasting the sweet saltiness of my sweat still running and fighting through the pain I’m enduring. We make a sharp turn, seeing the Glade dead ahead of us, but my legs feel like they’re about to go out. I couldn’t breathe anymore. My clothes were sticking to my clothes as the scorching sun punched my face. It felt like my head was going to explode. But I didn’t give up, though I fought like hell to get out of the maze. As everything came to a blur, I fell to the ground, feeling the soft green grass hug my face. The smell made me relax as I sunk into it, making every ounce of my problems fly out the window. 

"Minho, go on without me... I gotta, I gotta lay down for a second,” I say as I try to catch my breath.

Running around me Minho yells, "Okay, I’ll bring you some water!”

“Uh huh,” I murmured, covering my face with my left arm and blocking the sun from my eyes. I sat there for about ten minutes until I felt a strong presence creep towards me. A large shadow stood over me, and it took me a while to say something because of how sore my muscles were.

“What the hell are you doing on the floor? ''Gally said with a cute smirk on his face. "Uh, huh,” I mumbled, waving him off.

“Y/N?”

I groaned,"Yes, Gally, what?”

“What are you doing on the floor?” He says it in a concerning tone.

I look up at him with my elbows propping me up. “I’m tired, man,” I sigh. “Give me a piggyback ride, would you?"I need to lay down.” I say it lazily, covering my face with my hand to get a better look at him.

He rolls his eyes with another cute smirk on his face. It kind of gave me butterflies. "Ok, fine, come on." He squats down, waiting for me to jump on his back. I lift myself up off the soft grass,jumping on his muscular and hard back. I felt his warmth radiate off his body and off mine as I wrapped my tender arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. Gally's arms flexed when his strong arms started to find their place around my legs, and the strength of his rough hands supported me on his back. I rested my head on his shoulders, taking in his harsh evergreen scent, which sent a chill through my whole body.

"Aww, you're such a sweetheart, Gally.” I tease him, smiling through my words. Gally scoffed, “Shut up,” with a soft chuckle leaving his mouth. I know he was being sarcastic, but I saw a smile appear on his face as a red hue started to slowly form on his face, giving me butterflies in my stomach. I leaned closer into him, smelling his husky, earthy scent as he continued to walk me closer to my destination. I never wanted to get off of him. I felt so close and in touch with him.

"Where are you going again?” he questioned 

“Umm…you can take me to Minho," I whispered softly in his ear, trying to relax into him. I inched into the crook of his neck, savoring the amazing scent bouncing off his skin. As I’m relaxing on Gally's back, I hear footsteps approaching me from behind.

 "Hey, love," someone said to me in a hefty and attractive British accent. I turn around to see Newt running up beside me, and Gally looks handsome as ever with his dirty blond hair and his lavish smile. With butterflies swarming in my stomach, I turn my neck around to look at him. "Hey, Newt,” I smile. I started to appreciate his soft, chiseled facial features as I gazed into his deep brown eyes.

"Where are you going? and why are you on Gally's back?”

"I was in the maze today and got tired, and I'm just trying to find Minho on my new ride here.” I patted Gally's back as I softly chuckled at him.

 "Shut up.” Gally glared at me.

 Newt chuckled. "Well, when you’re done, love, maybe we can go hang out if you want.” Newt asked anxiously, waiting for an answer.

Resting my head on Gally's back, I look into his eyes once again, and being coy, I say, "Maybe,” with a soft smile forming on my face. He grins lavishly, breaking eye contact. “Well, I’ll see you then, y/n/n.” He runs the other way, and I watch him go. Gally took a deep breath and sighed. "Oh, look, there's Minho," he said in a nonchalant tone".

I waved my arm at him, trying to catch his attention. “Minho!” I yelled. He didn’t see me, so I jumped off Gally's back. My boots hit the ground hard, and my legs were still sore, but I was okay to walk. “Minho!” I yell one more time as I and Gally are walking towards him.

"Yeah, I was supposed to bring you whatever happened. He says he is walking towards me with his arms in the air.

I put my hand on my forehead, shielding my eyes from the radiant sunlight. "Uh, well, Gally here gave me a piggyback ride, so you didn’t have to run back."

"Hey Gally!" Minho yelled, walking towards us. Gally made a slight wave at Minho with a friendly smile.

Minho picked up the water he got and came up to me, handing it to me. “I didn’t mind running back over there." Minho gets cut off by this relentless, loud buzzing sound pierced through the air. It sounded like a loud hum of a thousand bees that nerved all of us but also scared us. It was another greenie. The machines grinded together, creating a loud pitch that fanned through the air, refusing to be ignored. We all turned our heads sharply, guiding our attention to the sound. We looked at each other with concern, making sure we heard it right. However, it wasn't the end of the loud, suffocating sound. As another buzz started to dash through the air, we all started sprinting to the elevator like a machine. I was still sore and hurting, but we all had to see what they brought up. My heart was beating out of my chest, and sweat beads started to farm on my forehead as everyone in the glade sprinted towards the crate.

 Out of breath, Minho and I stopped at the door's opening. Gally was hovering over the two futuristic metal doors. Newt came behind me, trying to push through the crowd of boys. As he was passing me, he put his soft, warm hand on the small of my back, sending a chill throughout my body. Anyway, Newt stood beside Gally as they investigated the door opening. The doors open, showing a boy. He’s about sixteen and scared; he looks like every average boy in the glade. Gally jumps in the crate with force, furiously saying, "Day one, greenie," taking him by the shirt and getting him out of the crate. It’s like this with every kid that comes here. They get scared; they don’t know who they are; they try to run, blah blah blah. It’s a cycle at this point, but it’s pretty amusing. I don’t know if that’s messed up, but if you haven’t noticed, there’s not that much entertainment in the glade.

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[strikersexhaver]

Could we get Loona x Male Reader Realationship Headcanons please? Thanks for your time!

Loona x Reader | HC’s 🐺

Well for starters, we all know how Loona is on first meetings of someone she finds attractive and or likes!

Very flustered, nervous, almost even shy in a way but very excited

She also tends to be self-conscious as most people do when they have butterflies in their stomach

She stutters a lot, messes up her words, fumbles with her hair and hands/paws? Also- lotsa tail wags, a tons

She’s a nervous sweetheart when it comes to romance

She tried her best coming to talk to you if she liked you firsthand, same as before just a jumbled mess.

And if you come up to her, she needs a good first impression- considering well, come off too strong she will and has no problem with clocking you in the face.

But if you come off well, she’ll have no problem spending time with you and being- rather sweet as she can be if she eventually crushes on you

However, don’t be surprised if Blitzø has a problem with you- regardless. He is a very protective father after all

For dates? Strolls in the moonlight, maybe sneaking out with the grimoire to the mortal world in disguises, strolling on beaches

Shopping at Stylish Occult ofc!

Maybe visiting one of Beelzebub’s parties, possibly- also meeting her friends at a hangout

She is protective, definitely, from seeing how she is with Blitzø as in ‘no one can make fun of you but me’ so take that as well

It’s not overbearing, definitely not yandere. But in the sense of, if someone picks a fight with you she will try to step up in help.

She definitely expects the same, and will talk about it in glee!

It is hard for her to open up, personally, but she will- but mostly down the line, later on.

A relationship with her is of course, not perfect, she does have a lot of issues she needs to work out.

From anger issues, to simply thoughts about the pasts. She’ll need her time alone and her social recharge from time to time.

[chiaracognigniart]

rhaenya targaryen portait for @rhaxnya, youngest daughter of alicent hightower and king viserys, born on 114 ac, twin sister of Daeron the Daring, from her fic is illicit affairs on wattpad.

Thank you so much @rhaxnya for being my second client ever! Drawing Ocs is one of the most fun things to do as an artist, especially those of others! If you have time go and scroll through her insta account, her edit skills are pretty amazing!

If you want to commission me something, pls DM me and take a look at my commission sheets

[evie235x]

The Last of Us fic suggestions!

All of these can be found on AO3, most focus on Joel and Ellie (NOT romantic). They will be a mix of game and the series. Some have some pretty mature/triggering themes so make sure to check the tags and read with caution!!

❤️=favs

o of wounded minds and wounded souls (we are coming home) by Cardigains- modern au

o sit & stay by ninesunrisedogs- modern au, dog

o ❤️ PenAndInkPrincess - literally everything by this author is amazing

o Hard Way Home by Kaylee_To_My_Strawberries - living in Jackson, hurt/comfort

o❤️a safe place to land by two_birds_alone_together - modern au, bookshop, hurt/comfort, part of a series

o Placeholder by Banch - Sarah lives, good big sister Sarah, hurt/comfort

o please don't go by Toointojoelmiller - hurt/comfort, check tags, post ep 8

o❤️ all i needed was someone (when the whole wide world felt young) by cardigains - modern au, younger Ellie, super sweet

o Driven to Distraction by MildredEllie - Ellie has ADHD, Jackson

I will continue to update!

[softestqueeen]

under the mistletoe

pairing: bruce banner x afab!reader

summary: After a kiss under the mistletoe, you can’t deny the tension between you and your infamous crush Bruce Banner.

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! smut, p in v sex, riding, kissing, breeding, no protection (please in real life wrap it gurl, I’m begging you), mutual pining, fluff, tension

wordcount: 2714 words

a/n: Merry belated Christmas! I wanted to write this earlier but didn’t have enough time. Still, enjoy <3

You were standing in one of the doorways at stark tower, slightly secluded from the rest of the party, talking to you good friend and lab partner Bruce Banner. What you didn’t tell anyone though, was that he wasn’t just a friend to you, but so much more.

To say you had a crush on the shy doctor was putting it lightly.

He was leaning against the doorway, and you were standing just inches from him, the loud christmas music making it harder to understand him. You were holding a martini, while the man in front of you only held a can of coke, scared of losing control under the influence.

You were just about to ask him a question when a certain billionaire appeared next to you.

“I see your having a good time! Oh, and see who is standing under the mistletoe...”, Tony Stark almost sang the word mistletoe with a big smile on his face.

You tilted your head back and looked up, noticing that there was in fact a mistletoe hanging above your heads. Well, that was embarrassing.

You averted your eyes from the leaves hanging above you and turned your attention back to Bruce, who looked just as shocked and unsure as you.

Tonys smile grew even more before he added, “Have fun, you two lovebirds.” And with these words he let the two of you be, only glancing behind him at the two of you to see if you’re kissing or not.

“We don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to.”, you told Bruce with honesty, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. And you were scared that if you kissed him once, you wouldn’t get him out of your head.

“Oh, no it’s alright with me. Only if you want to of course.”, he rushed out the last part.

You were already standing pretty close to each other, so after a short eye contact, you both leaned forward and kissed.

Surprisingly, Bruce had very soft lips and kissed you firmly, with a certain purpose. Even though (to your disappointment) the kiss was short lived, you could tell he was a good kisser. When the two of you pulled away, you just looked into each others’ eyes for a moment.

But of course, the moment couldn’t be perfect, because you could hear Tony whistling even over the noise of the party.

You rolled your eyes and to your surprise, even Bruce had to chuckle a bit.

You continued to talk a bit, but shortly after Natasha interrupted the two of you and whisked you away. She took you to the kitchen, where the music was not as loud, and you could have a normal conversation.

Though you knew that this conversation as not going to be normal.

Natasha looked like a little kid on christmas when she asked you “Did you just kiss Bruce?” The redhead – who was also your best friend – of course knew about your feelings for the doctor and was desperate to hear all the details.

“Yes, I did.”, you answered giddily before adding “It didn’t mean anything though, we were standing under the mistletoe. We didn’t actually notice before Tony pointed it out.”

“Tony, the matchmaker. How was the kiss?”, she asked you cheekily. You already knew that question was going to come up. You couldn’t help the blush that was about to cover your cheeks.

“It felt great, he definitely knew what he was doing. I still don’t think he feels the same.”, you told her. 

Nat just looked at you like you were completely stupid. For her it was clear that that man was head over heels in love with you.

~~

Shortly after Nat pulled you away, Tony joined Bruce with an almost boyish smile on his face.

“You kissed her!”, he told Bruce in a singsongy voice while wiggling his eyebrows.

Bruce just rolled his eyes at the billionaire. “Yes, I did. But only because you practically forced her to kiss me. I don’t feel like she really wanted it. Afterwards she didn’t seem as involved in the conversation anymore. Do you think I overstepped?”

Now it was Tonys turn to roll his eyes. “You know why she was detached from the conversation?”, Bruce only shook his head “Because she is in love with you, dumbass. And she has been for quite some time, so get it together and ask her out or something. The only people who don’t know about your feelings for each other are you two for some reason.”

“Are you really sure?”, Bruce asked one more time. Tony didn’t answer him, just looked at him with a pointed look and walked away.

~~

The two of you had not spoken since the mistletoe incident, but there was definitely a hell of a tension between the two of you. Because even though you didn’t talk to each other, the two of you made eye contact multiple times.

Every time your eyes searched for his, he was already looking at you. At first, he always averted his gaze as fast as he could. But suddenly you could feel a shift. He now held your gaze for a few moments before looked away, making you slightly nervous. What was that shift supposed to mean?

The evening continued with stolen glances and conversations you couldn’t follow, while Nat and Tony sent each other knowing glances.

They’ve been trying to set you and Bruce up for months now, but to no avail. The two of you – even though you had an impressive number of PhDs together – just didn’t realise the other one reciprocated the feelings. Was tonight the night where you finally realised it?

The crowd was slowly starting to thin out, a lot of the guests going home or retreating to their rooms. Most of the Avengers were still hanging around talking, and a few famous actresses and singers were also still there.

You decided to call it a night and bid Nat good night. You went out into the hallway to your room, but when you were about to put your key into the look you heard a familiar voice calling for you.

You pushed the key into the lock before you turned around to see non other than Bruce coming your way with hurried steps. When he was within earshot he asked, “Can we please talk? I need to tell you something.” Your heart skipped a beat. What did he want to say to you? Was it because of the kiss? Even though you were a bit scared of what he would confess, you asked him in.

“Yea, of course. Come in.” Bruce gave you a curt nod and waited patiently for you to open the door and wave him in. You told him to make himself comfortable and he sat down in a chair.

“Is it alright if I get changed before we talk? My heels are killing me”, you asked sheepishly.

“Of course, go on.”, he answered immediately.

You went to your wardrobe and pulled out an oversized sweater and a pair of plait boxer shorts, before disappearing into the bathroom.

While you were in the bathroom Bruces thoughts were running wild. How was he supposed to tell you that he loved you? That that kiss was not just a kiss for him? That he wanted to do more than give you a quick peck. How was he supposed to confess this?

On the other side of the door, you were not doing any better. What did he want to discuss and why was he so nervous? You thought you could talk about everything. You wanted him to know that. Even though your mind was still racing, you tried to calm yourself down and go back into the living space of your small apartment.

Bruce was silent when you entered and you sat down on the couch next to the armchair he was occupying. You looked at him with a shy smile and told him, “Now we can talk. What’s on your mind?”

Bruce was playing with his hands while he was thinking. You noticed it and scooted closer to the arm of the couch. You reached forward, took his hands in yours and shot him a (hopefully) comforting smile.

“You know, you can talk to me about everything. Sometimes it’s good to just let it all out and not overthink it too much.”, you assured him, hoping it would help him to talk about whatever was on his mind.

He seemed hesitant but then suddenly started talking. “I love you. I have- I have loved you almost since the first time I ever saw you. When you came into my lab looking so criminally good and you were so sweet to me. And I’ve had feelings for you ever since and they only have intensified since then. I’ve never had the courage to tell you and honestly, I’m not too sure about myself right now, either. But after you kissed me, it was like something switched inside of me. I knew I had to have you, no matter what. That kiss was better than anything I ever imagined. And you looked so good in your dress, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or force you, you know. And the other guy, you know, also started to like you and – you’ve probably noticed this at our last missions – he gets so calm around you and then I also feel so safe and-“, all of that came out of him like a wave, crashing down over you. You couldn’t believe it, Bruce Banner actually had feelings for you.

“Sorry, I’m rambling. But essentially, I just wanted you to know that I love you and that I could never love someone the way I love you. I just needed you to know that.” He finished his little speech and was about to stand up, but you still held onto his hands, holding him in place. Of course, you were shocked but not unpleasantly so. You felt the same way.

You leaned forward over the armrest and kissed him, hoping you could put all of the words you couldn’t voice into this kiss, so he would understand that you felt just the same.

Bruce didn’t waste any time and immediately kissed you back, letting go of your hands to cup your face and pull you closer to him. You pulled away and got up, leaving Bruce with a puzzled expression.

He quickly relaxed again when you straddled his lap, took his face into your hands and kissed him again. His calloused hands went to your waist and squeezed it, before he let them wander over your body. His hands on your body felt amazing and when you felt his rough hands against your soft skin as he wandered underneath your sweatshirt, you let out a moan, giving Bruce the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He kissed you so well, it made you even more excited for what was to come next.

Now having you in his arms felt like a fever dream to Bruce. He would have never thought it possible for you to feel the same as he did.

Both of you had to pull away for a quick breather.

“Do you want to go further, Bruce?”, you asked him, even though you had a pretty good idea of what he would answer.

“Please.”, was the only answer you received before he pulled you in again and joined your lips with his. You could feel his growing erection between you and rocked down on him, making the man beneath you groan.

“Do you want to go to bed?”, you asked him and put your forehead against his, giving him some time to think. But apparently, he didn’t need any.

“No, I can’t wait any longer.”, he answered without skipping a beat. You got up to pull down your shorts and, in the meantime, he opened up his belt and pulled his trousers down to his mid thigh, just wide enough to release his cock.

When you caught sight of him, you couldn’t do anything but stare. He was long and thick, with a slight curve, already leaking from the bright red tip. He was definitely going to be the biggest one you ever had. You didn’t waste anymore time and straddled him again.

You gave his lips a quick peck before you pulled away again to sink down on his cock. You were so wet just from this make out session, still you were sure that this would not be too comfortable.

You took his cock into your hand and gave him a few pumps, coating his cock with his precum. Bruce threw back his head and let out a deep grown.

You stopped stroking him and guided his tip to your entrance. When Bruces cock made contact with your wetness, his head shot back, and he looked at your hand that was guiding him inside of you.

He let out another moan when you started to sink down on him. You pulled away to put steady yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders. The stretch was uncomfortable, but you could already feel the pleasure taking over. With every inch you thought he couldn’t go any deeper and ever time you sank further down on him.

Finally, your ass touched his thighs, and you were completely seated on him. He filled you like you didn’t know was possible. You were both moaning and groaning and by the time he was filling you completely you feel a slight sweat coating your skin. You removed your hands from Bruce’s shoulders for a moment to pull your sweatshirt over your head, leaving you completely naked. Bruce was still fully clothed, only his jacket sat discarded on the floor.

While you were still getting used to the stretch, you started to unbutton Bruce’s shirt and took it off. Your hands roamed his torso and he let out a soft moan as your hands made contact with his chest.

You leaned forward and kissed him again and started to slowly move up and down on him. You put your hands back on his shoulders and Bruce pulled you closer by the waist, so your fronts where touching. The new sensation added to the pleasure, and you started to increase your speed. You were going up and down his thick shaft, his fat tip hitting your g-spot perfectly. You moaned and groaned in each others’ mouths and were clingy to each other, slowly rocking to your orgasms.

You could feel that you were coming closer and by the way Bruces cock was twitching inside you, he wasn’t far either.

“Please, Bruce, cum inside of me. I need to feel you.”, he didn’t answer you, he only nodded and started to fuck into you, meeting your thrusts. You stilled and he took over, drilling his cock into you from beneath you and chasing his release.

“Cum for me and I’ll fill you up. Need to feel you squeezing me with that tight little pussy.” His words tipped you over the edge and you came with a shout, burying your head in his neck, trying to get your breathing under control.

Feeling you spasm around him, made Bruce see stars. He filled you with thick roped of his cum, painting your walls white. He halted inside of you and pulled you onto lap again, holding you down while he filled you up.

He circled his hands around your waist, while you slung yours around his shoulders. For a moment you were just holding each other, bathing in the bliss of finally being together.

After a while Bruce picked you up and laid you on the bed. He went to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth to clean you up. He undressed and joined you under the covers, immediately taking you in his arms and holding you again. He was laying on his back and you had your head on his chest, your arms slang over his torso. Never before had you felt this content.

“Oh, and by the way, Bruce. I love you too. Merry Christmas.”, were your last words, before you finally drifted off into a deep slumber.

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