#head in hands he’s made me tender on main again

[bubmyg]

anyway i reiterate the cheesy as fuck sentiment abt having grown up with jeongguk like once a month but hearing him describe how his growth has been a process and he has so many factors to account for in whatever that shift may be just made me sit and reminisce a little like i too cant pinpoint a particular moment as a fan and at the same time, the shy youngest who barely spoke in interviews that i felt instantly adoring to doesn’t feel disconnected or surprising from the soft spoken but quietly confident man i continue to adore today. like there wasn’t some drastic image shift. jeongguk has just been jeongguk, at least as long as ive known him, and i think that’s what makes him so easy to love and root for. i’ve never doubted his sincerity and i think that’s one of his strongest traits as a vocalist: he’s believable and he’s genuine and he’s so passionate abt the art of performing and improving. he so ardently is my forever singer and i continuously feel quite inspired by his growth that has never quite come without an equal, if not greater, amount of suffocating love and tenderness. i greatly appreciate that i have been able to “grow up” loving jeongguk

[bangtanintotheroom]

Undershirt, Underskirt (M)

• Pairing: Bang Chan x (F)Reader

• Genre: Idol!AU, Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 1.3k

• Summary: Your boyfriend’s Lollapalooza attire leaves you wanting for him more than usual.

• Warnings/themes: Chan’s Lollapalooza fit 🫠, pining, ogling, Y/N being horny on main, making out, riding, semi-clothed sex, unprotected sex (she’s on BC), praise

• Notes: *sighs* Look. I’m not gonna act like there was some deep reason behind writing this. I saw Chan in a tank and went absolutely feral. Like, DISGUSTINGLY FERAL. So I had to get it out of my system somehow 🥲 Funny enough, something like this happened last year with Hobi at Lollapalooza…makes me curious about next year lmao

• Notes (2): Thanks to my demonic tender @minttangerines​ for the beta and encouraging me to go ahead and get my thoughts out on paper! 💕

• Taglist: @jimilter​ @joontied​ @minisugakoobies​ @minttangerines​ @sugalaritae​ @crisle19​ @codeinebelle​ @kookprada​ @saweetspoiled​ @effielumiere​ @m1sss1mp​ @spookyminyunki​

Time was never something that you paid much attention to. You went with the flow with no problem. But right now?

Every second that passed by without your boyfriend walking through that room door was time that was wasted not sitting on his dick.

Your grip on the skirt of your dress tightened when you watched the minutes on the alarm clock change yet again. A low grumble escaped your pursed lips as you stewed in this lonely hotel room.

This was unlike you.

You weren’t some 24/7/365 horny monster who would wither away without a helping of Chan. But you had been witness to an unspeakable sight on the Lollapalooza stage.

The sight of Chan removing his jacket to reveal a white tank underneath paired with a multitude of gold chains.

The light stick you had been holding almost fell with how off-guard you were taken. All the times you had seen him in various states of undress and this was what broke you?

Maybe it was the simplicity of the fit that got to you.

Maybe it was the display of his muscled arms and lightly-tanned skin that affected you.

Maybe it was the fact that you kept seeing his top ride up, showing off the flatness of his lower stomach that sat above those damn leather shorts.

Leather shorts that concealed what you were dying to have in your mouth, hands or pussy right now.

Your thighs rubbed together at the strong wave of pleasure that washed over from the thought.

Okay, maybe it was all on you just being a horny mess.

The clicking of the doorknob had you darting up into a full sitting position now, watching it turn with widened eyes. The door opened to reveal the object of your salacious desires, his tired face lighting up at the sight of you.

“Hey baby! Sorry I’m so—”

Your body went on autopilot and bounded down the bed and over to Chan, pouncing on him with your arms wrapped tight around his neck. A sound of exertion left as the weight of you transferred onto him, the force pushing his back into the door. Before he could ask what had gotten into you, you planted your lips on his, the taste of him and his vanilla lip balm only exacerbating your horniness.

It took a few seconds, but he was quick to return your kiss, dropping the bag he held in favor of resting his palms on your ass. But the gentleness of his hold swept away as soon as your tongue came out to part his mouth, long fingers digging into the clothed flesh with intensity.

Damn.

You thought having him in the flesh would ease your pain, but his hard body against your softer one and the scent of his cologne and sweat invading your nostrils only made it worse. There was only one way to fix it.

Pulling away when you were losing breath, you panted, “Please fuck me.”

Chan’s lidded dark eyes opened wide at your plea, still trying to wrap his head around what the fuck was going on.

“Y-Y/N? You good?”

“No, I’m not good. I’ve been wet as an ocean since you were on stage and I need you to help me out.”

Your whining made a low groan leave him, head tipping back against the wood.

“For real?”

Rather than speak, you took one of his hands and slipped it under the hem of your dress. Just the light touch of his fingers brushing against your clothed center had you biting back a whimper, but it was nothing compared to the sharp swear Chan let out.

“The fuck, baby, you’re soaked—”

He ripped that concealed sound out of you by giving your near-throbbing clit a light pinch, making your knees wobble for a moment.

“Can you help me? U-Unless you’re tired…”

Chan straightened the both of you up with his free hand, the look in his eyes speaking volumes.

“Sleep is overrated. Come on.”

Your boyfriend may have denounced slumber earlier, but halfway through the fun, his movements grew a bit slower. Not wanting to exert him any further, you guided him to recline against the headboard and let you take over. The grateful smile he gave was more than enough to make your night.

Well, that and being able to finally sit on his dick like you so desperately wanted.

“Is this really all because of my outfit?”

A huff left you at his inquiry, one hand sliding down from his damp shoulder to give the tank top he still adorned a light tug.

“Yes, babe. Why do you sound so shocked?”

Chan chuckled, biting back a groan as you gave a clench. “Nah, I just don’t get to see you like this often. I like it.”

Now you giggled, leaning forward to press your nose against his.

“Do you?”

A sudden thrust from him interrupted your riding.

“Yeah.”

The moan you let out ended up bringing another stroke from him, forcing your hand to go back to holding him for support. His own roamed over your body, rubbing and gripping in multiple areas that made your blood run hot.

“This plus what you’ve got on? You’re lucky I didn’t run off the stage.”

You laughed at his scenario, knowing damn well he wouldn’t risk such a maneuver.

While you had requested Chan to keep his upper torso clothed (no point in keeping on the ripped shorts), he came in with one of his own, asking if he could just push your dress out of the way. You had no qualms against that, allowing him to tug the hem to gather around your waist while he slid your panties down and off your legs. So what if you were sweating a little more than usual because of the fabric?

That’s what showers were for.

One was definitely going to be necessary after the day the two of you had and the current act that was making everything between your moving bodies sticky and slippery.

After some time, every action on both of your ends led to your riding getting faster and off-beat and his occasional thrusts to become more frequent. It didn’t help when Chan buried his face into your neck, thick voice rumbling against your wet skin, “Gonna make me come if you keep this up, babygirl—”

Surely he could feel the tremble that rocked your entire body.

“Good.”

You gave him little time to prepare after your reply, doing a certain move with your hips that always pushed him to the edge quickly. This time was no exception, Chan’s noises of bliss increasing in pitch until a guttural groan silenced them, feeling him grab your hips to bury himself as he twitched and filled you up with his come. You were able to go against his grip a bit to roll your hips enough to give your clit some stimulation, allowing you to achieve your own orgasm as well.

You could feel Chan laying nips and kisses all over your neck as you shook, followed close with endless praise that made your pussy give clenches that forced his speech to pause. A sense of pride washed over you at how it pulled a few more spurts from him, adding to the heat that coated your walls.

As soon as you slumped onto him, he shifted your bodies so he was laid flat with you directly on top, toned arms holding you tight.

“All better now?”

A hum of content came from you as you snuggled into his chest, your overheated cheek enjoying the cool metal of his chains.

“Much better.”

©bangtanintotheroom, 2023. Crossposted to AO3. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.

[lunarw0rks]

can you write something about reader using their safe word for the first time with ghost?

getting surprised at how easily he changes from rough sex to sweet aftercare to make sure he's partner is okay

₊ °✦ ‧ ‧ ₊ ˚✧ safe-word // simon riley

warning(s): nsfw + sfw, established relationship, smut/fluff, shower sex, hurt/comfort, gn!reader word count: 1.1k ꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ GHOST MASTERLIST ───have a request? ˗ˏˋ ASK BOX ˎˊ˗

You don't know why or when exactly the pleasure turned into pain, but you found yourself in a conflicted frenzy.

Your back pressed against the shower wall, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as Simon thrusted into you at a relentless pace. One of his hands remained glued to your waist, digging into your soft flesh with intensity. His other was behind your head, protecting it from hitting the tile every time you clashed against it with every plunge of his length.

He was usually so attentive, noticing every slight change in your demeanor even outside of intimacy. Sometimes, he's so concerned he'll mistake your moans of pleasure for refusal and stop completely, to your dismay.

However, Simon had yet to stop.

The shower head was too noisy, or perhaps he really lost that side of him whilst being so rough with you. Though, you had heavy doubts about the second hypothetical. Never would he intentionally harm you or continue on when you were so tense.

His touch wasn't comforting anymore, it was suffocating. Every groan into your ear, his thrusts becoming unwelcome by your stressed body.

In his defense, your gasps really could be misinterpreted. "Simon." It sounded like praise instead of a refusal — and your futile protest was drowned by the rain of the shower and bathroom fan. With every fleeting moment, you felt a rumble of discomfort build. Tears fell down your cheeks, spilling down his wet skin while you hid in the crook of his neck. Choked blubbers grew louder as you tried and failed to draw in proper breaths.

Then, came your saving grace. The safe word you had yet to use tonight, or ever with Simon. It was necessary, preferable over taking the unpleasant encounter and feeling horrible for not speaking up. And frankly, it would break Simon if you didn't voice your discomforts; he may never touch you again, and probably would feel as though he really was a cruel man. That man you spent so long convincing him he wasn't.

"Red." You blurted, feeling your lips tremble intensely.

At the speed of light, his ruts ceased. Nothing. Silence, except for the patter of the droplets around the two of you. From grunting to complete and utter silence — yet it was the loudest moment of your life.

Simon pulled back, dropping one of your legs but keeping the other secured around him for stability. Finally, he could get a look at your flushed and troubled expression. The unmistakable expression of distress; one he had only ever seen on you in other contexts. It chilled him to the core and made him feel like a barbarian for not noticing sooner. How long had you writhed? How long had he carried on like an idiot, mistaking your complaints for reciprocation?

"Did I hurt you? Are you hurt?" His series of questions were masked with deep breaths and a widened expression. Your silence made him withdraw from you completely, putting a supportive hand on your warm cheek. "Talk to me, love. Please."

You weren't mute from the pain, nor the fussing on his end. Merely the shock of how much his demeanor changed. From dominance to tenderness at the drop of the hat. Or more so, the utterance of a single word.

Quickly, you shook your head to answer his initial questions, snapping out of your stew. "No, Simon. It's not—" You stammered between reassuring touches, ones he refused to pay attention to until he was sure you were sound. "I just... It was too much, I'm sorry, Si."

Simon's face visibly cringed, hands roaming over your skin, grasping at your wrists with gentle nature. "Don't apologize. This is all on me, alright?" He replied in an alarmed slur, then your face had been pushed against his chest.

His broad chest, arms capable of snapping you in two, now cradling your body as if it was made of glass. Your palms slid up his back, returning that same tenderness to assure him of your safety. It wasn't pain because of his carelessness, nor was it the rough nature. He had done it before with no issue. Tonight's cards just weren't stacked right, bound to tumble from the start.

There was no blame to be had for either of you. Merely a hitch in the evening, and you wanted it treated as such. Though, you knew by now that convincing him of that would be a prolonged, tedious task.

Right now, all you had were reassurances that sounded pathetic amidst your trembles. "It's not your fault." You mumbled against his chest, anxieties put to ease at the caress of his calloused hand up and down the nape of your neck.

He quickly shushed you, pressing his lips to your drenched head of hair. A silent way of urging you to keep your mouth shut — but in his own blunt way.

In the following moments, he let his hands roam and massage the bits of flesh that took the brunt of his force. The indents on your hips, the patch on your shoulder blades irritated from clashing with the shower wall, all of it. The sizzling water was used to figuratively wash away his misjudgments, relaxing the muscles once over-exerted and sore.

Once he turned the knob to stop the water, he tied a towel around his waist, retrieving the fresh one he set out for you while the water was still heating up several minutes ago. Without once making eye contact, he unfolded the linen, then was running it along your dripping skin, drying every last bit to ensure you were comfortable before dressed.

With some silent convincing, you nodded, allowing him to step out and let you hold the towel around yourself. You weren't defenseless because you uttered a safe word, he knew that. But you weren't going to brush this off, either. No chance.

The drawer of your dresser scraped shut when you followed him into the bedroom, revealing your favorite pair of sweatpants. Next, one of his many black tees soon slipped over your fleshly cleaned body. You were no longer suffocated or plagued with unease, nor did you want the release you were craving moments ago. Your only desire was his presence, that safe feeling his existence gave you.

Before you settled on the bed, he cupped your cheeks, pressing his forehead against your own. "Tell me again." Simon pleaded with intense softness.

"I'm alright, Simon. Promise." A futile smile formed, clenching your eyes shut briefly with a defeated nod. You had repeated it a hundred times, it seemed. But you wouldn't take back or fib through any one of them. It was the truth— the reassurance he craved.

Softly, he scoffed at your cheesy proclamation. "Promise it, huh?"

"Promise it."

[ellebakers]

☆ Beastly. (+18)

• Cregan Stark x Reader Targaryen.

Summary : Your mother sends you to Cregan Stark to make an alliance, and that's what you intend to do.

Warning(s) : SMUT, Language.

As Rhaenyra's eldest daughter, you were surprised when she asked you to fly north to create an alliance with Cregan Stark, you expected her to ask your brother Jacaerys to take care of it. That's why, before flying away, you turned one last time to your mother.

“Can I ask you something ?”

“Of course my dear.” Rhaenyra replied with a tender smile.

"Why me ? Why didn't you ask Jace to take care of it ?"

The queen smiled and gently grabbed your face "My dear, I have heard of Cregan, I have heard only good things about him as a warrior, a man and... a potential husband."

You raised your eyebrows "I was thinking of negotiating for a war alliance, not a marriage.." you snickered.

“Y/n, I know that you have heard of Cregan too, I also know that you confided to your servant that you wanted to be wed to him.”

Your mother says with a smile.

“I.. um..” You cleared your throat.

"I'm not asking you to marry him, but if you feel like it, know that you have my blessing."

You bowed “Thank you mother”

☆

After flying for what seemed like hours, you arrived at the Stark castle, a servant took you to the Throne room where Cregan sat, waiting for your arrival.

You couldn't help but notice his beauty, everything about him was attractive.

“My lord” You bowed to him.

Cregan stood up and with a smile bowed in turn. "Princess"

You smiled at him. ““Have you received the letter from my mother ?"

Cregan nodded "Sure, let's talk about it over a meal, you must be starving and freezing." He tells you with a seductive smile.

That evening, an alliance was signed between the Starks and the Targaryens, but not as you had imagined, since he had taken you on the meal table between the main course and the dessert, he had made you moan and arch your back more times than you can count.

☆

This is how, six months later, while the war between the Greens and the Blacks was knocking on the doors, you found yourself in Cregan's bed, a wedding ring in your hand, and this morning was the same as every morning for six months .

“Shit” You moaned, straddling Cregan’s face and gripping the headboard.

Cregan was moaning too as he tasted your juices, he gripped your hips as you moved your pelvis for more sensation, his tongue moving in and out as he sucked on your pussy.

"Do not stop" You cried in pleasure.“I’m going to cum.”

It only takes one movement of his tongue inside you and you cum on his tongue. "Oh my-"

He waited for you to come back from your hight to place you gently on the mattress.

"Good morning my love." he whispered as he kissed each of your breasts, taking your nipples into his mouth and sucking on them.

“Good Morning” you moaned.

“I want you” He whispered to you while pressing his hard member between your legs, making you moan. “I can tell.”

He smiled and placed his member at your entrance, he kissed you and with a single movement he penetrated you, making you both moan.

“Still so tight” he moaned as his pelvis movements became faster and harder.

You arched your back and moaned, “That feels good.”

He withdrew completely and turned you onto your stomach, you leaned on your elbows and he penetrated you again, moaning.

“Like that” you moaned, getting wetter and wetter.

His thrusts grew harder as he let out beast moans.

This is how you love your lord, beastly

He grabbed your hair and pulled lightly, making you moan louder. “Cregan, I’m going to-”

“I know, me too” He moaned and soon you felt something hot running down your thighs as he buried himself inside you to leave his seed there.

You gripped the sheets and hid your cries of pleasure in the pillow. He sighed in pleasure as he pulled out of you and gently roll you on your back, letting his head rest on your chest.

"I can't wait to see a baby grow inside of you" He whispered as he caress your belly with his fingertips.

You chuckled and caress his soft hair "Someone's eager to be a father ?" you teased.

He smiled and pressed his lips to your stomach “You have no idea.”

You smiled softly and whispered "I love you."

He smiled back and whispered "I love you too."

.

Author's note : I know Cregan has been cast but i remain in denial and i want Leo in this role even if Tom is gonna be a great Cregan.

[chaotic-mystery]

Dark Angel | J.M.

Joel Miller x afab!reader

summary: Joel's too soft on you and he finally let's you see the real him.

warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI! porn w a tiny speck of plot, implied age gap, unprotected p in v, vanilla sex gone bad, choking, spitting, oral (both m & f receiving) loads of pet names (you and Joel both refer to him as daddy, pet, baby girl, little girl, slut, stupid, etc etc) playing with rope, bound to the headboard, breath-play, begging x100, rough nasty sexy time, slight arguing, nipple play/smacking, possessive!Joel, face fucking, cum eating/play, swearing, dirty talk, no physical description of reader other than having hair Joel can grab a fistful of and yank. NO USE OF Y/N (let me know if I've missed any.)

| word count: 2.5k | notif blog | main masterlist |

Getting it through Joel’s thick head that you weren’t made of glass and he could be a little rough on you was a job cut out for you. He was always gentle, too gentle at times. Like one time, you had to beg him to spank you while you were on top riding his cock, and he fought you so hard on it. He was scared he was going to hurt you, his sweet baby. Joel always asked if what he was doing was okay, if you were in pain, and as always you had to respond upset at the fact you weren’t in a little bit of pain. 

With the growing frustration of not getting handled how you wanted, you figure now was the best time for you to get your way, to see what he was hiding deep inside himself.  As usual, Joel was on top of you between your legs with his arms on either side of your head to hold himself up, trying to get inside you just right so he didn’t have to contort your body so much. “God, baby I missed you so much.” He panted as he slid inside you, slowly thrusting and asked if it felt okay. 

A grin grew across your lips and you wrap your arms around his neck, looking him deeply in his eyes. “Baby, would you maybe choke me? I like that, ya know. I think it’d feel go-”

“No, sweetheart, I-I don’t wanna hurt’cha. A pretty lil angel like you is into that kinda stuff?” Joel’s caught off guard but not enough to stop moving his hips back and forth. 

“Yeah, honey. I like that, it’s easy…see, I’ll show you..” Your hand moves down to his neck, giving a tender squeeze, the thrill of maybe getting somewhere with him had rushed straight to between your thighs. 

Joel groans in irritation, grabbing your wrist to pin it above your head. 

“Baby, c’mon, don’t ruin what we got goin’ on right now. I’m sorry I just don’t wanna hurt you.” He protests and stops his hips from moving but doesn’t take himself out of you. 

You roll your eyes at him and shake your head, groaning to cut him off. 

“Joel, all I’m asking is for a little bit of a squeeze, not for you to take the air from my windpipe…you did it once before and you’ve never done it again. Why?” 

An aggravated sigh falls from his lips and he sits up on the corner of the bed with his hand running along the nape of his neck. “Can we not talk about it, please?” 

Why was he running away from talking about this? He wouldn’t even have a conversation about it without shutting down on you. 

“Why, Joel? Why not? Stop running from this and just talk to me, I’m not made of glass you know.” 

The room falls silent and you tug the thin grey sheet up under your arms, your eyes grazing over Joel’s naked back, his muscles flexing every few seconds. 

“I did it once, I was a little rough with you, seeing how much you liked it…it scared me. It scared me knowing how much I liked seeing you whimper and cry, beggin’ me to stop spankin’ your ass because it hurt.” 

Joel’s back tensed as he finished muttering his sentence. 

This whole time he’s been burying who he really was inside, not wanting you to see how fucked up he really is.

“Jus’..unlocked a whole new way for me to imagine you. Absolutely hopeless and willing to do anything I say or want.” 

Hopeless and willing to do anything. 

Sitting up and pressing your chest against his back, you hooked your arm around his neck and hugged him, kissing the nape and crook of his neck slowly at first but it turned hungry and desperate in a matter of moments. 

“Would you like that, Joel? Clawing at your body to get your cock inside me like a needy little slut?” The words purred against his soft skin made him groan in excitement. 

He turned to you, cupping your face gently as he spoke calmly, “do you want me to show you that side of me, baby? I just need to know you won’t hate me afterwards, especially if I hurt you a little too much..” 

With Joel’s thumb rubbing your cheek softly, you turn to kiss the inside of his palm.

“Joel, I could never hate you. Show me the real you, daddy.” The words poured from your lips and they were like beautiful string ballads to his ears. 

“Are you 100% sure?” 

You place your hand on his and nod softly.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything until you.” 

Joel gave you a warm smile and without any hesitation, he grabbed your neck roughly and tossed you on your back, sinking into the sea of pillows and blankets.

With every harsh grab at your legs to get you right where he wanted you, he grunted lowly and soon enough he had that devilish smirk you once knew. 

“Stay there, be a good pet for me.” A sloppy kiss was pressed to your cheek and Joel dips out of the bedroom, going downstairs for what felt like forever. You could feel your thighs collecting your sticky arousal and it takes every ounce of willpower you have not to touch your aching cunt. 

He was back before you could act on your thoughts and in his hands was a bundle of rope, worn and tattered but still strong enough for what he needed it to do. 

“D’ya know how many times I’ve thought about tying your ass up and just takin’ you however I wanted? Punishin’ you for that smart fuckin’ mouth you got on ya and the way you think you can talk to me sometimes, the way you wanna argue  when you think you’re right and you aren’t.”

Joel’s hands carefully tie your wrists to the headboard and he pulls hard when he makes the knots, small groans escape from him as he does. 

He leans back down close to your face as he holds himself up above your body. You can feel his hard cock against the inside of your thigh and all you can think about is how you need him inside you before you explode. 

“I know I’m gonna enjoy every single second of this sweet girl… just like I know you will too.” Joel grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back so you have no choice but to look him in the eye and he grins at your slight pain, kissing your forehead before he trails down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin to elicit whimpers from you. 

Joel’s mouth finds your left nipple and like a magnet he takes the hard bud in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue against it roughly. Your eyes watch him the entire time and your brows furrow in such pleasure, meanwhile Joel’s are peacefully shut as he’s groaning against the pillowy flesh of your tits as he swirled his tongue around your overly sensitive nipple like it's a toy. 

Fuck. You were his toy until he was done with you. 

“J-Joel-please I need you baby, please.” You were lifting your hips up in his direction to try and get any sort of friction you can against his cock. 

Joel’s eyes shoot open and his strong hand snatches your jaw tightly, your nipple popping from his mouth as he squints at you. 

“You need daddy’s cock in you that bad, sweetheart?” He coos at you, shaking your jaw a little. 

With furrowed brows you nod eagerly at him, muttering yes over and over again.

A glimmer in Joel’s eyes makes your heart race even more than it was, you could practically feel it in your throat. 

“Beg for it, little girl.” 

Whimpers fly from your parted lips as you muster enough energy to beg him, your wrists tugging harshly at the restraints. 

“Please, fuck me-ah-I need you, I need you to fill up my tight pussy and have your way with me until you’re done using me, daddy.” 

You swear Joel’s brown eyes shift to pitch black as you whine more and squirm. 

“Mmmm, you make it hard to say no to you.”

Joel reaches down and takes two of his thick fingers and forcefully rushes them inside your dripping entrance, looking for your g-spot he was no stranger to. 

His eyes fall heavy as he watches your face flush with ecstasy, your mind seeing stars and planets and everything else he was keeping you from for so long.

You were stuttering and moaning for him to go faster and instead, he replaced his fingers with his cock, hitting that spongey piece of flesh harshly. 

Your back arched off the bed and he chuckled at you, wrapping his arm around you to hold you against him. Your top half draped over his arm and his mouth finds your nipple once more, lapping at it while he pounds into you. 

“Fuck baby-ugh- you feel so good wrapped around my cock like that, stretchin’ your tight little hole out. Tell me who this pussy belongs to, honey. Go on…say it.” He growls and bites your nipple, his groans vibrating on your skin.

“I-it belongs to you, daddy. Fuck- this is your pussy I swear, no one’s ever fucked me the way you have, never. I’m all yours daddy, always.” You could hardly get all your words out before Joel laid you back down, grabbing your hips to lift you up a tad and ram his cock right into you. 

With the bed frame bumping the wall, it only made him want to go harder and faster to see if he could put a hole in the spot it was hitting. 

“No one is ever gonna fuck you again, you got that? You are mine. Once I’m done with you, you won’t be able to even think about anything else, just worried about the next time my dick will be buried in this sweet little pussy that belongs to me.”

No one had ever been this possessive with you before. Joel had his moments of the occasional man looking at you and him threatening to beat the guy up, but it didn’t even come close to this.

“Daddy I’m-ooh, ssshit-I love y-”

You were cut off by Joel’s hand letting go of your hip and gripping your neck roughly, squeezing so hard you had to stop talking to focus on breathing correctly. His hips pound against the back of your thighs as he squeezes tighter, chuckling lowly as he could see the air slipping further and further from your lungs, the vein in your forehead protruding the harder he applies pressure.

“My sweet little slut, beg me for your life.” As Joel’s eyes look into yours, the corner of his pink lips curl into a sly grin, what a sick fuck. 

The tightness on your windpipe made it damn near impossible to choke out the words he wanted to hear, the sobs he was impatiently waiting on. 

With tears in your eyes you were so fucked out and unable to glue words together that there was not a syllable coming from your windpipe, just raspy squeaks and moans. 

“Didn’t think you could, stupid little girl. Look at’cha. So willing to get this old man to do whatever he wants, don’t even care if you fuckin’ pass out.” A harsh slap to your nipple with Joel’s freehand was enough to make you gasp deeply, your lungs puffing up again. 

The burning ball of pressure was deep inside your stomach and you wanted to come so badly, to scream his name so loud everyone would know who was fucking you. 

“Fuck baby, you squeeze me so good, makes me wanna come inside ya. Would you want that, honey? Full of my cum to the brim and make you carry my babies?” Joel’s balls smack against you and his groans almost cover the sound but it's still faint and noticeable. 

You stopped struggling to get your arms free and your legs wrap around Joel’s waist as you start to shake and come all over him. You sob as your orgasm makes you feel so animalistic, like you can’t control yourself. 

All Joel does is go harder, forcing you to feel everything inside and out. His hands run all over your body while his cock rams into you. He’s amazed by you, so enamored the way you sob and shake and beg for him to stop. 

“What’s that baby girl? You want me to stop?” He rhetorically asks before slipping out of your pussy with a groan and his tongue latching onto your clit instantly. He sucks your clit into his mouth and moans as he shakes his head from side to side.

“Joooel! Ple-ase please please st-top!” You cry out, your throbbing clit so telling you’re about to come again. Joel licks your clit mercilessly before spitting on it and comes back to your lips, his beard coated in your sweet slick.

Wet kisses of slick and spit cover your mouth and tongue and you can’t get enough. You lick inside his mouth and all over his tongue, getting every last bit of you from him. 

“Open your mouth.” He murmurs on your puffy lips and gets off you, standing on the side of the bed, grabbing the top of your head forcefully to turn your face towards him. 

“Fill that smart ass mouth with my cock, since you always wanna run it. Well now I’m gonna fill it.” His hands on his hips await you to put his cock in your mouth without hands and the growl Joel lets out when he feels your lips wrap around him. 

You moan on him and move back and forth causing his knees to lock and move closer towards you, slightly fucking your face. 

“Such a pretty baby while you suck on me like that- fuck, sweet girl.” Joel sucks in air through his teeth as his cock twitches, his hips dip slightly and before you can pull away, Joel’s coming in your mouth. The slightly salty liquid pooled in your mouth as Joel jerked himself off until every last drop was gone. He bends down slowly and closes your mouth for you, pressing your jaw up so you can’t open it. 

“Swallow it all like the good girl I know you can be for daddy.” He gets close enough to lick what little was dribbling from the corner of your lips and with watery eyes you look at him and swallow hard. 

Joel’s hand pulls down your jaw slightly and you smirk as you stick out your tongue to show it's all gone. His tongue finds yours once more and you moan in each other's mouth, so drunk on lust and love. 

“You’ve been holding all of that back from me?” You joke and Joel’s head drops with a chuckle. 

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I couldn't find if you're taking requests or not at the moment— so I'm sorry if you aren't!!! But I've been YEARNING for how Dean would react if you just blurted out, "Do you love me?" One day (after dating for a year or so)... ty! 💕

Hey, hun! What a lovely little prompt. (My requests are currently closed, but you made the cut-off lol.)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 650 Tags/Warnings: Fluff. That is all.

Imagine: You ask Dean for the truth.

It was a rough hunt. Shapeshifters were not your favorite, and chasing one through a city sewer left you with plenty of bumps and bruises and shallow cuts (along with a couple that weren’t so shallow).

Back at the bunker, Dean tended to them now with calloused hands that were still somehow gentle. You sat across from him in his room—the room you shared with him, sitting on the edge of the bed you’d also shared with him for almost a year.

You watched him work methodically, with his brows knit together and eyes narrowed in concentration. His mouth was set in a plush line. You wanted to kiss the serious out of him.

But you also had to wonder.

For how gentle he was with you, how tender he could be with his affections, how seriously he seemed to take the role of your protector, your confidante, and so much more…

“Dean,” you said. Your voice was quiet, but he heard you loud and clear in the near silent room.

His gaze flicked up to yours. He was in the middle of stitching the smallest cut on your side. The deeper ones were over with, but you were still helping him by keeping your shirt lifted up.

“Hm?” he responded.

You bit your lip. You couldn’t help it. Your words came from the deepest place inside yourself.

“Do you love me?” you blurted.

In all this time, he’d never said it.

Dean seemed to realize that when he blinked wider eyes at you. His hands that either rested against your side or held the needle and thread stilled.

Then he cleared his throat, his head tilting slightly. His mouth and jaw worked, and his brows furrowed.

“Uh…” he said eloquently.

You bit your lip again as your heart started to sink. You looked away.

“It’s okay…sorry, you don’t have to…” you tried to say.

You didn’t see it, but Dean’s eyes softened. If his hands weren’t full, he’d be carding a hand through his hair.

Briefly he closed his eyes, letting out a subtle breath.

“Sweetheart,” he said. When you still didn’t want to look at him, he prodded you again, tapping your side where he held you. “Hey.”

Your eyes traveled back up to his. He cleared his throat again.

But he leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah. ‘Course, I do,” he said. His voice was deep and rumbling. It washed over you, made you brighten.

“Then…do you mind saying it right?” you asked. A more mischievous smile greeted him.

Despite his mild discomfort, he had to smile back, with an amused shake of his head. He gestured to his half-done stitch.

“Can this wait? I’m a little busy here,” he said.

You shook your head. Your free hand touched his cheek, letting your thumb caress across prickly stubble.

“No, it really can’t,” you said, with “apologetic” eyes.

Dean blew out another breath. He rubbed your thigh over your jeans and squeezed in affection. His eyes met yours.

“I uh... I love you,” he said.

Part of him wavered inside with nervous energy. Not because he was afraid of what you might not say, but because those words were a risk for him. In more ways than one.

You took his hand from your thigh, moving past his blood-stained fingertips to press a kiss into his palm.

“Good. Because I do too,” you replied.

Dean’s lips edged into a smirk, even with the warmth in his eyes.

“Now who’s not sayin’ it right?”

You laughed a little and nodded. You leaned in towards him, but you stopped just shy of his smiling lips.

“I love you, Dean.”

AN: 🥹 Let me know if you liked this one! Short and sweet. ❤️

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BLEACH MEN, PART 1

───── 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑇𝑈𝑅𝑁𝑆 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀 𝑂𝑁

— CHARACTERS : Urahara Kisuke, Hirako Shinji, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

— CONTENT WARNING : sex toys, fingering, oral (f receiving), lingerie kink, rough manhandling, bdsm content (primal sex play, biting), use of pet names, dry humping, bits of breast play, cervix fucking, creampie, dacryphilia

ANYA'S CORNER : this is the first part of my bleach hcs regarding men. soon I will be digging into the beautiful world of bleach women too 🤍

you can find the second part here !

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

✧. URAHARA KISUKE — SEX TOYS

It doesn’t matter if he’s on the receiving end or you are. At the end of the day, Urahara Kisuke is the winner, and the victor takes it all.

“Kisuke, ‘s too much. Be gentler, please.”

The low buzzing cuts off, its pressure vanishes from your aching clit and a soft kiss in the crook of your knee follows your words, as if to accept them. Then the tender moment turns into a steamy one when a chuckle comes from the man nestled between your legs. 

Tonight you lose yourself in his eyes. His bucket hat is gone — probably because you are the one wearing it by the man’s explicit request. Mind you, that’s the only garment you have on. 

He’s so unpredictable, your lover.

Kisuke’s breath caresses your thighs as he finally raises his head, silvery gaze skittering all over your form until a hand of his comes to cup your breasts. The other one stays where it was before, three fingers buried in you with his thumb right above your little bundle of nerves.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry. Do you want to stop? Are you feeling hot? 

Here, let me help you.”

The slight pressure on your lower half disappears but before you can snap back at the lack of touch, puffs of fresh air glide over you and you sigh in relief the moment the man kisses your wet folds and his fan provides you a much needed break. 

The scenario in which you find yourself starring as the main character is always the same: you, sprawled on the futon you and Kisuke share while the man experiments on your body. Every day a new invention of his to test out, and you’re his most willing victim. 

It’s intoxicating, really, the realisation you feel every time: to be worthy of unrestrained passion, reverence even, from such a poised person as Urahara Kisuke is. 

Especially if your praises for his work, laced with strings of his name and soft pants, get to push him beyond his own limits.

Back to reality, you stare at the scene unfolding before you. It’s as if every frame of it is embedded in your eyelids, yet you can’t help but tilt your head to the side and spread your legs further, fingers sneaking down to press on either side of your lower lips for Kisuke to suck in a groan. The sound goes straight to your pussy, and he sees it when he stoops over it, humming in elation at your body’s reactions to each movement of his. 

Painfully so, because now the fan he’s been using to both pleasure and torment you for no one knows much clicks shut. A moan escapes you at that, and that’s when the man goes ballistic.

Needy are his hands once they’re on you again, his thrusts against the futon to relieve some of the strain in his pants are futile. They don't compare to your warmth. With that in mind, his voice breaks under his own appetite when he says, 

“Are you ready for me? I won’t hold back this time.”

You nod and under your lust-filled pupils, the white fan liquifies in the man’s hold once more, moulding itself into a shape you are very familiar with. Your tensed muscles relax instantly with Kisuke’s tongue flattened on your engorged bud, this time sparing it the attention of his newest invention. Of course he turned his beloved fan turned into a vibrator moulded after his own dick.

A little joke of yours that Kisuke made sure you will never forget, just to “remind you he can have your every hole at any time of the day just with a flick of his wrist.” 

Oh, and he has a portable cast of your pussy. For scientific purposes, by all means.

It’s only natural for a man of science like him, now, isn’t it?

✧. HIRAKO SHINJI — LINGERIE KINK

The man is too stunned to speak. A rare occurrence, since Hirako is well known for being pretty quick at giving others a piece of his mind. But with you, he’s perpetually at a loss of words.

You spin yourself around again, slower this time, to give him a full show of your naked self but for the lace set of bra and panties hugging your forms just right. Your lips curl in a teasing smile as you watch the blondie fall down in a spiral of despair. 

All because of the lingerie. It’s always been the biggest kink of his.

Alas, his eagerness to fuck you stupid in the expensive sets he buys for you never diminish its grip on him, on the contrary. 

Shinji can’t get enough to see you walking around the house wearing only a satin babydoll, a pair of black panties with little golden ribbons on the back. 

More, more.

“What do you think? Does it look good on me?”

His grin is feral and it follows the beckoning sign of his hand, motioning for you to come closer. Once you do, he’s quick to encircle your waist with his arms and bend his head towards your chest. The wetness of his tongue sends shivers down your spine and you arch your back against him for more. 

He notes it and chuckles, and with the most shit-eating grin he’s able to pull off right now with your tits in his mouth, he deadpans, “Not tonight.” 

And with that the man’s lips let go of your nipples, and you bite back a curse. If you complain, he’s going to prolong the moment and drive you more insane than usual. 

The moment he falls to his knees while leaving a trail of kisses on your navel, his hands explore the thin fabric around your waist. That alone should’ve been enough warning for you. Then he draws a loud moan out of your throat, and it’s too late.

Hazy eyes set on his as he places an open-mouthed kiss on your clothed pussy, sucking the wetness leaking through the lace loudly. He’s doing it on purpose.

Your fingers glide through his hair, a sigh escaping your parted lips as you do so. Its length reaches below his waist once again but you yank just at his roots to make him go faster. You feel his cock slap against your leg when he shifts position, tongue slipping through the garment while his nose hits your clit.

"Shin- Fuck."

Another sob of yours is all it takes for him to get on his feet, spin you around to bend you over the bed, roughly push aside the panties and ease himself in you in one go. His own pants mix with yours and it feels so good.

All because Shinji can’t get enough of the sensation of the lavish texture and your greedy walls brushing and hugging his cock.

✧. GRIMMJOW — PRIMAL SEX PLAY

The first time he saw you come undone around his fingers, with your pretty face scrunched in ecstasy and your inner walls sucking him in impossibly close, he made an oath to you and himself. 

He was ready to indulge every capricious whim of your heart as long as you were prepared to do the same with his. 

Except Grimmjow is prone to more… animalistic tendencies, per se. Nonetheless, you had agreed by pulling him closer for a messy kiss he accepted, digging his teeth into your lower lip when your nails sank into the flesh of his back.

After the agreement, you’d always play a little game, the two of you. No matter the circumstance, the one who eventually ends up on their back or stomach most of the time — be it against a wall or laid down on either a bed or the floor itself — is you.

Today is no different and a grunt crawls its way out of your lungs. 

Furious with yourself for losing again, you whip your head to the side and stare at your partner. Light blue orbs bore holes in yours as he bares his teeth at you and grunts, just to spite you, to which you reply by licking the sliver of his arm’s skin you can reach before biting the flesh. Blood spills from the tiny wound and Grimmjow straight out hisses now, his callous fingers forcefully running through your hair to keep you in place. “You fucking bit me, woman.”

Your knees, pressed on either side of his waist, quiver around him. But you don’t back off and reply with a heated, “What about it? You deserve it. 

You cheated today.” 

His whole body is caging you on the floor of his residence in the Hueco Mundo, and the coolness radiating from it balances out the heatwave engulfing your senses. He’s a breadth away from literally tearing all your clothes apart with his teeth. 

"You're just a sore loser who talks back too much for my liking. I'm faster and stronger than you. It's only natural for me to win, woman. Uhm, what should I do with you?" his smirk borders sadism when his dominant hand wraps around your throat. Not enough to cut the air out of you, but tight to the point where you throw your head back and pant.

The Arrancar has fucked you so many times using all of his antics that now nothing he does really scares you anymore, rather it riles you up. 

And seeing you so boundless turns him on in a split second. 

His hair kisses your body as the sound of fabric being torn apart buzzes in your ears. Your pants, shirt and underwear? Gone. Ripped to shreds by the Espada’s touch. 

Grimmjow is really destroying your wardrobe each time he’s in a hurry to fuck you, and you bite the expanse of flesh between his thumb and pointer finger on your throat in retaliation.

He stops in his tracks, and the look he pins you down with is positively murderous. 

“You tryin’ to make yourself bleed till morning?”

"What if I am? What are you going to do about it?" you challenge him with your eyes and buck your hips upward to meet his clothed ones halfway. His startled grunt persuades you to do it again. 

But this time his hold on you slides to your hips, and he anchors himself on them with his free hand while the one on your throat snakes down to palm himself through his pants. 

It doesn't take long for your jaw to go slack at the sight of the prominent outline of his erection and Grimmjow nips at the expanse of skin behind your ear before growling: 

“Want my cock so bad, woman? Take it, then”, his last piece of cloth rolls down to his knees, too impatient to take it off unlike his sash and jacket.

“Make me feel good, yeah?”

Eyes roll in the back of your head once you feel his tip prod at your entrance. He falls on the heavier side, and his generous girth fills you up to the brim in a moment.

Once he feels you relax a bit around him, his thrusts gain momentum and he drives himself so deep in you by grabbing you by the back of your thighs to shove them closer to your torso that tears roll down your cheeks without you noticing. Grimmjow kisses your cervix over and over again while his tongue licks clean your cheeks.

He adores how glassy your eyes turn whenever he's balls deep in you, how fragments of tears get stuck in your pretty eyelashes.

"Grimmjow." his names tumbles off your lips so naturally and he fights against his instincts, the urge to flip you on your back and claim you in the most primal position.

He feigns ignorance and sink his fingers further in your flesh. "What?"

"Come in me. I need to f-feel you."

Your fingers somehow wander on his body as you say so, and with whatever strength is left, your nails climb up his back to trace with unbridled fury the lines and curves of the number '6' tattooed on him. The man's grunts grow in volume and you respond with an elated laugh laced with wanting.

He looks down at you, and his lips clash against yours in a battle for dominance, a battle with no holds barred.

Despite being considered too raw for anyone else, Grimmjow has some tiny pieces of humanity left in him and as he slows down to hover over you and cum into your pulsing walls with a low groan — he refuses to do so elsewhere — his bites on your chin and short hums chanted against your neck while you clench around him are somewhat tender. 

Who says Espadas can’t be happy with humans?

© azanthys — do not copy, translate, repost and modify my works.

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3, 2, 1 - Part 3 of 3 (Smut)

3, 2, 1 Navigation here, main Masterlist here.

Word Count: 6,376

First time writing smut for Sanji. Look at him, isn't he just the sweetest?

Warnings: Smut, p in v, afab!reader, without plot (plot in former 2 chapters for context), minors do not read - this is not for you, eating, sex, mutual pining, longing, love, friends to lovers, flirtatious!reader, Sanji is not the problem - the reader is. Sanji brings a bit of desperate 'sub' energy.

Would like to thank the creator of this playlist, but particularly "love me harder" and "what it is" were the two that drove this one.

The sink was filled to the brim with warm, soapy water; the fragrance of citrus and eucalyptus filling the air as you busied yourself cleaning dishes and the benchtops of the small suite Nami managed to acquire for you.

Thinking you needed to produce a case, and preparing yourself to strong-arm your captain to have you remain in town for more than two days, it took little to no effort to plead with him that Sanji needed time to rid himself of his withdrawal symptoms.

“Captain, if I may seek to implore-,” you began, only to have the captain halt your words.

“-I don’t get all those fancy words,” he shrugged with a broad smile, “but if you’re asking for us to stay here a bit longer to have Sanji get better, that sounds good enough to me.”

You dove your hands deep into the water, wincing slightly at the elevated temperature before retrieving a bowl from beneath the surface. Running a damp sponge around the surface to rid the ceramic dish from any remnants of the bone broth you made for Sanji, you placed it upside down on the wire rack beside the sink to air-dry.

As you began to dive your hands below the water once more, you felt two forearms lace themselves around your shoulders and a warm chin and cheek nuzzle against the left-hand side of your neck. You released a breathy sigh and shut your eyes as you felt the body behind you relax itself into you, clasping your shoulders and upper arms within his firm grip to cage you against him.

“Awake at last, handsome,” you addressed him, lulling your head backwards to nestle against his messy, blonde hair, “how did you sleep?”

“As well as can be expected,” he muttered against your shoulder, pressing his lips in a gentle kiss against the exposed flesh of your collar. You could feel how warm his face was, indicating he may not yet be well enough to engage in frivolous activities with you as the nicotine-dependency was still fleeing from his bloodstream.

“Sanji,” you groaned in a warning tone, “you’re still fighting the fever.”

He hummed against you in response, opening his mouth to suck at your exposed neck; your eyes fluttering open in response. You brushed your arms on the hanging hand towel below the sink to rid the suds from your hands, drying your clean hands against the plush material.

“Sanji,” you again reprimanded him in your tone, “get back into bed.”

His tongue darted out to flick over the tender area he formerly relentlessly attacked with open mouthed kisses. A groan fled from your lips at his ministrations, brows creasing together as you mentally fought with yourself to hold back your response to his shameless caress.

“Bed-,” you ordered him, bringing your arms up to break his grip from around your shoulders, “-now.”

“Only if you join me,” he smirked against your neck. You turned in his arms, placing your hands against his hips and attempting to nudge his body away from your own, “and I think I’m all done with the fever. I feel fine.”

Your frown deepened against your brows as you looked up into the eyes of your blond crewman; half-lidded, glazed and playful eclipsing the illness lingering below. He was clad in pale, grey sleeping slacks and neglected to equip his chest with a shirt upon his exit from the bedroom. His drowsy and charming smile clung to his lips as he gazed into your eyes baring nothing but adoration into your orbs.

“You need your rest,” you scolded him, nose reaching up to brush against his own, “I still think you’re not well. It takes anywhere between three to ten days for the dependency to be completely rid from your body; and we’re now only just falling in the third.”

“You’re saying,” he angled his chin downwards and looked up at your face through his eyelashes, “you’re going to have me wait another seven whole days before you’ll kiss me?”

Your brows rose from their scolding expression to arching your left brow up in confusion, “Honey, I’m just waiting for you to be rid of this fever before I get to make you sweat.”

A broad smile fell over your lips as you relished in the tint pooling the cheeks, tip of the nose and ears of the man in front of you. His eyes were wide, jaw slack and his breath hitched as it caught within his throat; prompting his Adams apple to bob as he processed your words.

“And now that you’re all flustered, I’m not going to be able to get an adequate reading from the thermometer to see just how much longer we’ll need to wait,” you shook your head, clicking your tongue at him in a chastising manner. His blush deepened as he turned his face away from you to hide his shame from you.

Chasing his retreating cheek with your palm, you brought his gaze back to your own with a small shake of your head again. You smoothed your hand over his cheek in a gentle caress before dancing your fingertips to his forehead to check over his brow for a rise in temperature and the gathering of sweat. You felt the heat remaining against his forehead, a reminder that the battle was not yet over with his fight against nicotine addiction and truly ridding the chemical from his body; while contemplating whether the elevation was from the flush of desire you withdrew from him.

“Now get back to bed,” you shooed him, drawing your hand back from his forehead and falling it against his chest with a gentle shove.

“Embrasse-moi,” he whispered, leaning his head downwards with his eyes falling closed. (Kiss me).

“Not yet,” you push again on his chest to have his body fall away from you. He whined, a pout falling to form against his lips.

“Juste un petit bisou?” he asked you with a shaken breath, a small whimper pulling within his throat. (Just a small kiss?).

“Sanji-,” you groaned at him, collecting his chin in your hand to angle his gaze into your own eyes. You floated your gaze between his two grey orbs, briefly falling to his lips before rising them back upwards again.

“Oui, mon cheri?” he teased you with his tone, stooping lower as your firm forearm began to slip and fall under the spell his mother-tongue was holding over you. He arched his chest into your hand, your forearm bent back to collapse in of itself against your own. He tightened his arms around your shoulders and drew himself closer to you, cradling you against his broad chest.

“If I promise to give you a small kiss and tuck you in,” you whispered, yourself looking away from his gaze now, “will you please try to rest?”

A small raspy growl fled from his throat as he reluctantly halted his advance of you.

“Do we need to set the timer for the small kiss?” he asked, his voice almost seeming small and desperate in his question. You giggled in response, falling your hand from his chest and unlacing yourself from within his arms. Reaching up to clasp his fingertips within your own, you rubbed your thumbs over his knuckles to sooth him.

“I’ll do you one better,” you smiled at him, “it’s nearly the evening. I’ll finish the washing up and I’ll come and join you.”

His eyes brightened; the hope from his romantic soul spilling from the crevasses of his heart depicted through his beautiful expression. His lips curled into a warm smile, a small sigh falling from his nose as he slouched his posture against your leading hands.

“You’ll sleep with me?” he cooed at you with his eyes glittering with hopefulness, “instead of the couch?”

Over the past two nights, you had opted to sleep on the couch to give Sanji the space he needed to rid himself of his withdrawal symptoms. He desired to have you warm his bed beside him, but you advised him of how his waking and sleeping hours would differ as he fought the fever. You first opted to sleep on the floor, before deciding to sleep in the next room over to best support him from afar. The crew had also splashed out their berry to purchase rooms in other inns to better ready themselves for future travel, leaving you being the sole carer for Sanji’s physical and mental wellbeing as he navigated the illness.

“I’ll lie with you until you fall asleep,” you nodded at him, walking hand in hand towards the single bedroom, “and then I’ll return to the couch to sleep alone, just so you can have the space to-.”

“-please,” his words halted your steps, prompting you to turn towards him, “please, I’ll behave.”

You felt your heart soar at his words, warmth spreading to your chest and rise to your cheeks. His head hung lowly, shoulders slouching further in the vanquishment of his prior playful expression.

“My love,” you began, stepping your body closer to him, “it’s not you I’m worried about misbehaving. Again-,” you released his left hand with your right and brought it to cup his chin and jaw, “-you need to get completely well again first. I want you returned to your prime.”

You brought your lips up to graze his cheek, almost gracing his clean-shaven cheek with a kiss as you drew it towards his ear; “you’ll need to be for what I have planned for you. I want you writhing,” your lips caressed the lobe of his ear, “I want you breathless,” your tongue flicked the shell of his helix, feeling his breath hitch in his throat again.

“I want you gasping for air beneath me; groaning for me, pleading for me,” you bore your teeth, collecting the corner of his jaw in a small nip; “it’s not you that’s the problem, love, it’s me.”

His breath caught further as he seemed to hold it within his chest as he processed what you were explaining to him.

“Honey, I want you reciting my name as your personal mantra, writhing and fanatical,” your lips ghosted his stubbled jaw, teeth grazing the flesh, “praying for me to grant you your release as I finally get to your pretty coc-.”

His lips fell against your own, his body caging you against the wall before you managed to make it to the bedroom to tuck him in. Your squeak of shock fell from you at his dominance, his strong arms releasing your hands from within his palms as he wove them into your hair. A feral groan fell from his lips as he levered his pelvis against yours to pin you in place as his hands roamed your body: first falling to cradle your neck within his palms. As his hands travelled lower, grazing briefly the curvature of your breasts, his lips fled from their place against your own down to your chin and lower still to your neck.

His fingertips traced the hemline of your pants, giving a gentle tug with a breathy whimper against your neck.

“Please,” he begged in a gruff and breathless moan against your sensitive flesh, “I’m better, I promise. I need you.”

Wrapping his left arm around your waist, he continued to trace your lower abdomen with his fingertips. You sighed, bringing your arms to circle his neck; lacing your fingers within his hair as he pleaded with you further. Uttering promises of clarity and begging to give into your desires falling from his lips, you tugged his hair back to arch his neck backwards to have him look into your eyes. His breath caught in his throat, hanging onto his next moment like a dying man approaching the gallows.

“You need your rest,” you whispered, gazing into his blown out pupils; dilated with lust and desire.

“I just need you,” he confessed in a similar breathy tone to your own. You both hung in pregnant silence, pants of desire falling from both of you as you gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Do you feel in control? Fully yourself?” you asked him, air of seriousness and concern falling from you.

“I do,” he admitted with a small nod, eyelids flittering at your thoughtfulness, “I’ll do the washing up in the morning if it means I can have you in my arms that much sooner.” He constricted his pelvis into your own further, earning an unwithheld moan in response to his grind against your core. He continued to hold you gaze, eyes darkening further at your vocal expression.

“Sanji,” you gasped his name in a desperate whisper, prompting him to surge himself forward to launch into a tirade of frantic and heated kisses pressed feverishly into your cheeks, lips and neck.

Each desperate kiss, every heated exchange, and stolen caress expressed between the two of you over this past week washed over your memory as Sanji continued his diatribe of possessiveness against your face, skin and body. His hands moved on muscle memory alone, clutching at you as if you were a cold glass of water dripping with condensation to quench and satisfy his thirsting lust for you.  

Your lips parted as another gasp fell from between you as he stole your very breath with his lips returning to meet with yours. Where once his lips held the nicotine induced fragrance and flavour of cigarettes, you found only the taste of spearmint toothpaste in its wake. You giggled at the thought, noting he must have prepared himself to hold you true to your prior promise of entanglement once he shook the fever from his body.

Tilting your head, you chased his jaw with your chin to push his body away from your own. A stifled, confused groan fled from his lips as you broke from his kiss; only to have his confusion obscured by joy at you taking him by the wrist to return him to the bedroom. You effortlessly turned him as his thighs knocked their backs against the firm mattress, his knees buckling beneath him as you pushed him by his chest to lie back against the bed.

Bringing your right knee upwards, you knelt beside his left hip as you brought yourself down to grasp his jaw. His hands fell to the backs of your thighs, groaning against your lips as you traced your right hand down his chest while anchoring yourself against the bed by your left hand. He hoisted your left thigh upwards to collect your entire weight arching flush against his pelvis.

He shuddered beneath your touch, your fingers gently tracing circles against his pectorals down to lay against his stomach. Trailing his hands upwards, he collected your ass within his broad hands and began to kneed the flesh, raking his fingertips against your hips and thighs as he guided you to rock and grind your clothed core against his hardening cock beneath his loose pants. His fingertips once again found the hemline to your own pants and began dipping beneath the material to test your boundaries.

In response, you backed completely away from him to sit upright on his lap. His eyes widened in panic at your retreat, his hands falling to your lower back to keep you pressed into his crotch as his breath quickened in pace.

“So desperate,” you chastised him with a smirk, “I’m not going anywhere, don’t you worry your pretty head.”

You giggled, reaching your arms down to collect the base of your shirt and pulling the material over your head and arms. He audibly breathed a sigh of relief and crashed his back against the quilted duvet of the bed as he watched your every movement. Although you remained covered by your bustier, you felt completely exposed beneath his piercing gaze as he raked his sights over your flesh. His jaw fell slack as a groan fled from his quivering lips; you biting your own lip in response and bringing your forearms up to shield yourself from his examining eyes.

“Stop gawking at me like that,” you chastised him, your right arm folding over your chest while your left hand ventured down to your thigh to cover your torso from his view.

“Gawking?” he immediately he sat upwards and collected your wrists within his firm grasp and brought his chin to your own to nudge your face upwards, “admirant, mon cheri. Admiring.”

His right hand ventured to your back, pinching the clasp between his thumb and forefinger; forcing the elastic to release the metal from its intertwined and locking state to spring your breasts from their bounds. You released a shocked giggle at his overzealousness, his face falling to your clavicle and pressing a small kiss against your collar bone.

“Can I admire more of you?” he asked, fingertips trailing to the straps of your bustier and teasing the straps atop your shoulders. You smiled and gave him a shy nod, his hands immediately dragging your straps down your upper arms. His palms were pressed against your skin, the heat from them radiating below against your flesh.

Holding his face still flush against your shoulder, you unwove your arms from the fabric to completely expose your torso to him. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder, his breath hitching in his throat as he memory-mapped the curvature of your breasts within his mind. Tossing the fabric beside the bed, his shaking hands ventured upwards to begin to mould, grasp and hold your breasts. His fingertips cradled the underside of your left breast as his thumb held you steady atop the mounds of your chest.

“Sanji?” you tilted your head down to watch his face as you addressed him, noting his eyes were completely fixated on your chest, “are you okay, love?”

Humming in response, he gave a reactionary squeeze of your breast to test the feeling beneath his palms. His tongue darted out to coat his drying lips with a thin layer of saliva, his mouth dry from his slackened jaw as he gawked at your breasts. He ran his thumb over your peaked nipple, your breath halting in your throat with a sharp inhale; his eyes fleeing from the flesh to seek out your own wide and surprised orbs.

“So beautiful, my love,” he praised you, flicking the stiff peak once more; another sound falling from your lips in response, “so sensitive.”

In response, you pushed on his torso to fall him back against the plush quilt; remaining sat above him and completely exposed to his wide eyes; glazing over completely as he witnessed the small bobble in your supple breasts.

“You’re meant to be the one left breathless, honey,” you smirked at him, lacing your right leg between his thighs and stooping down to toy with the hem of his pants. He gasped in response, his shoulders slumping against the duvet while his eyes remained fixated and fleeting between all of the many wonderful gifts you were presenting to him.

Your breasts, your hands, your words; it was almost too much for the blonde chef to handle.

“May I?” you asked him, gesturing with your eyes and nudging your chin to his pants.

“-Please,” he whimpered, his cock forming a large tent within his loose trousers. You giggled, tracing the outside of his shaft while toying with the drawstring hemline hanging loosely from his hips.

“I like it when you beg,” you confessed with an arched brow, “probably why I enjoyed our little game so much,” you giggled before you crouched lower onto your elbows; “do it again.”

His eyes widened further, his lip trembling and teeth chattering in anticipation.

“P-please,” he whined, hands reaching to stroke your upper arms in encouragement, “please, I need you. Please. Please.”

Your heart raced further at his pleading, lips parting and eyes harbouring a feral and predatory air as you began slowly inching his pants over the bones of his hips to reveal a small trail of short, blonde hair downwards towards the base of his shaft.

“Lift your hips, darling,” you ordered him, to which he immediately followed enthusiastically beneath you. Pulling the material over the curvature of his ass, you slowly raked the draw-stringed front of his pants over his cock; immediately slapping his abdomen with the tip before it stood alert and ready to receive further orders.

“Sanji,” you gasped at the sight, taking in each vein with absolute wonderment; his tip shiny with the amount of blood pooling to it, a small bead of pearly pre-cum spilling from his slit. You thumbed the drop with the pad of your digit and immediately brought it to your mouth. His eyes drew wide as you swirled your tongue around your fingertip to collect it, jaw slack further.

“W-what are you doing?” he asked you in a small whimpered breath.

“It’s like what you’re always saying. What was it again?” you brought your head over to his cock, circling the base with your index finger and thumb while placing your palm flush against his balls and holding it against his abdomen; “we don’t waste food?”

Slowly inching yourself forward, you collected the reddened and throbbing tip within your lips; flattening your tongue to the underside of his pretty cock to caress the frenulum with your pliant muscle. A squeaking whimper fled from his lips before he drew his right hand against his teeth, biting down to stifle his moans while his left hand scrunched the quilted duvet within his fist.

You sucked against his shaft, opening your throat to gulp more of his cock within the warm chasms to swallow down to the base; your nose brushing against your index finger as you took him completely into your mouth. Your throat began to contract and constrict as your lungs screamed to receive more air into them. The only hold over your inability to balloon your lungs is the complete fixation you had on the writhing and whimpering mess you were making of the man below you.

The sounds pouring from his lips as he continued to bite down against his hand to stifle the moans freely falling was the most exhilarating symphony to grace your ears. Everything about Sanji was beautiful; his eyes, his hair, his body, his cock, and the vocal projections you were syphoning from his throat.

You eased up as your vision became spotted, opting to swirl your tongue against the tip before bobbing slowly against his cock. You snuck a glance at him, noticing the deep furrow of his brows as he attempted to keep his gaze held against your own. His eyelids would flitter shut as he panted with the rhythm you set against grinding your mouth down his shaft and upwards to the tip.

The slick pooling against your underwear in empathetic pleasure was enough to drive your passionate advances against the chef with further fervour. You arched your back downwards, flipping your hair over your shoulder with your left hand to give Sanji a better angle to witness as his eyes reopened to watch your actions once more.

“P-Please,” he struggled against his own words to successfully articulate his desires, “please I need you. I need you so much. Please let me see you. Let me make love to you. L-let me bury myself into you. I can’t h-hold on, please-.”

His eyes were wide and frantic as he gyrated his hips, thrusting upward to meet your pace with breathy pants falling from his lips.

“Please,” he again implored as his movements betrayed him, “not like this, not like this.”

Although he was speaking those words aloud, you noticed it was not directed to you; but rather himself. As you made to pull away from his cock, you noticed the stammered and frantic thrusts and the twitch of his balls against his abdomen indicated he was too far gone to simply stop. Opting rather than to ruin his orgasm, you held the same matched pace to his thrusts as he thrust into your mouth from below you.

“I-I’m gonna, I can’t s-stop,” he sobbed, his breath hitching and right hand falling away from his lips to draw itself to your cheek. He made eye contact with you, losing more of himself within the thralls of passion as he noticed your playful glint within your eye as you took more of him into your mouth.

“P-please, can I-, I can’t-, I’m gonna-,” he stammered, chasing his high as he rutted into your face. His balls tightening to lay completely flush against his stomach as his pretty cock began to twitch in pleasure; the tip swollen and shiny within your mouth. You swirled the tip with your tongue once more; prompting a string of a mixture of French and English to exit his mouth as he shot ribbons of hot cum down your throat: “baiser, fuck, a-ah dieux-oh g-gods, th-thank you-thank you-u-thank y-you, m-merci, f-fuck-k.”

You noticed his panting breath, furrowed brow hidden beneath the blonde shield of his hair as he continued to gawk at you. His hips began to stammer as he rode out his strong orgasm against your face, his hand remaining cradled against your cheek and jaw as he did so. He threw his head back against the sheets, unlaced his scrunched hand against the bed sheets as you pulled away from his slowly flaccid cock as his cum was completely swallowed within your throat.

“I’m s-sorry,” he whispered, eyes shut as he drew his hands up to cover his eyes to shield himself further from your gaze.

“Hey,” you said, brows furrowing as you fell your body next to his, “look at me.”

He peered out from behind his hands, still remaining them shielding his flushed face from your own; “it wasn’t meant to be like that. I-I wanted to-.”

“-Again, it’s mostly my fault,” you giggled at him, pressing a small kiss against his knuckles, “I have been tormenting you for a little while now.”

Sanji groaned from behind his hands, his voice remaining muffled as he spoke words you couldn’t quite comprehend behind his palms.

“What was that, honey?” you asked him, tracing his fingertips against your own as you pressed feather-light kisses against his forearms; smiling against his muscles as he willed himself the courage to face you.

“I wanted to worship you,” he whispered, bringing his palm to your cheek and caressing your smiling lips. You pressed a kiss against his thumb as he traced your bottom lip with it.

“And I wanted you a writhing, begging mess beneath me,” you shrugged, your gaze focussing on his eyes while floating down to his lips, “and I assure you: I enjoyed every moment of the mess, down to the last second.”

He sighed with a small smile returning to his face. Smoothing over your hair, he tucked a strand behind your ear before trailing his index finger down towards your collar bone. He danced his finger downwards to trace over your breasts, travelling over the curve before ghosting over your peaked nipple before travelling it to your diaphragm with a small moan falling from between the both of you.

“Can I enjoy you now?” he asked you, fingers continuing to travel lower to toy with your hemline once more. You shivered against his touch, the quivering fingers nervously toying with your skin and dipping below the band of your pants.

“In what capacity?” you whispered with a small, warm smile falling to your lips.

“Just a taste,” he drew his face towards you, tracing your cheeks with his lips as he zeroed in on making first contact with a gentle kiss against your parted mouth.

Groaning against your lips, his pierced tongue darted out to softly caress your own; tasting his prior release over your palate. You drew your hand up to cradle his jaw within your hands as his fingertips dipped lower towards your core, alight and warmth with desire.

He rolled above you, his left hand caging you in beside your head as he drew his hand below your underwear and traced the outside of your crotch before dipping his fingertips against your glistening folds. Your muffled moan fell within his lips; your breath being claimed by the man above you once more as he circled around your sensitive clit before retracting his fingers entirely. He drew his face away from your own, a whine escaping your lips as you witnessed him placing his index and middle finger between his parted lips; tasting the collected arousal pooling from your desperate entrance.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you witnessed him taste your desire for him on his warm fingers, a breathy groan escaping him in satisfaction before he completely pulled himself away from your body. He drew himself backwards, kneeling between your thighs and pulling your pants and undergarments down over your hips; raising your legs vertically to pull them over your feet and discard them to pool on the floor beside your brasier. Tracing his fingertips over your ankles, he began to slowly drag them downwards to follow behind your calves.

Once he reached your knees, he opened your legs and drew his lips forward to place gentle and soft kisses against the inner skin of your left thigh. While holding your left knee within his firm hand and circling his tongue out to kiss your thigh deeper, his left hand continued to trail down to fall against the outer skin of your groin with his palm pressed flush against your glistening opening.

Spinning his expert hands, he pressed his palm upwards to keep the pressure against your throbbing clit as he teased your destitute opening with his index and middle fingers. Smiling against your thigh as you inhaled a whimpering sound through your teeth; he began scissoring his fingertips against your hole while driving the hard pressure against your clit had your mind fuzzy.

Continuing to trail kisses further up to kneel before you, he pulled his palm away and sighed at the sight laying before him. Without a further utterance falling from his lips, he dove himself forward and began flickering, licking flattened stripes against your slickened core with his talented and pierced tongue. A shriek left your lips as he suctioned his lips around your sensitive clit, his fingers returning to tease your entrance; testing your core by inching the tip of his middle finger thrust into you.

“S-Sanji,” you gasped while falling your head down against the plush quilt, his lips falling into a wide smile clasped around your sensitive bundle; his tongue swirling and flattening as he began to find an appropriate rhythm with his lips. He slowly began inching his fingers against your opening, the coolness of his metal ring adding to the sensation as he arched and hooked his fingers to find the underside of your clit as he stimulated it from above with his tongue.

He groaned against your glistening entrance, unclasping his lips from your clit and opting to drive his flattened tongue against it while inserting his second digit, stretching you with his expert fingers twitching within you. Arching your head up, you reached down and laced your fingers into his blonde hair; cradling his head against your core as you rode his face. He continued to swirl, consuming your pleasure within his hungry mouth as you felt the familiar coiling sensation of release forming within your abdomen. Your toes began to tingle as he beckoned your release with his two fingers curling against your inner walls, taunting you with his talented tongue.

You raked your eyes hungrily over his body, noticing his hips began rutting themselves needily against the mattress below his regrowing and desperately throbbing cock. Breaking away your chase, you allowed a small giggle to fall from your lips; prompting Sanji to halt his actions to look up at you with his brows furrowed into a puzzled expression.

“My darling,” you whispered while drawing his face away from your glistening core, “if you’re so desperate to bury your pretty cock into something, I have something better than the mattress.”

His face flushed with embarrassment, his eyes widening before attempting to look away from your teasing eyes.

“I was trying to make you feel good,” he whispered, your palm and forefingers ushering his eyes to fall back against your own.

“You were,” you smiled at him before taking your bottom lip between your teeth, “and you will again when you come up here.” You beckoned him with your unoccupied hand to ushed his torso closer to you.

Hitching his breath against your suggestion, you pulled him by his jaw to lean his body forward as he crawled to cage you beneath him. He slowly eased his hands below your shoulders to have you circle your arms around his broad shoulders, his stiffened cock quivering in anticipation as it raked along your thighs to position itself against your soaked opening.

“A-Are you sure?” he whispered, his lips brushing with the outer corner of your own as he allowed you one final moment to deny his advance. You smiled, turning your face to collect his lips with your own in a slow and open mouthed kiss, tasting yourself against his tongue. You laced your legs behind him over his hips, hooking your ankles within each other as you urged his powerful thrust closer to you.

“Yes,” you breathed out against his lips, his heartbeat rushing within his chest; thumping so loud you could feel its rapidity against your breasts, “Sanji, please fuck me.”

He halted his descent, pulling himself away from your lips and stared deeply into your eyes with his brows falling to a deep frown.

“I could never simply fuck you,” he urged you, swiping his nose against your own in a gentle brush of affection, “but I will show you how much I love you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he urged his tip slowly into you, a mutual groan of satisfaction fleeing from both your lips as he continued to press further and further into you. your walls stretching comfortably to accommodate more of his shaft before he completely bottomed out, his groin pressing flush against your own as he whimpered in desperation and pleasure.

“You’re so good, Sanji,” you praised him with a small gasp, “you fill me so well, like you were made for me.”

He cried against your shoulder, pressing his lips against your collarbone as he rocked his hips against your own in small thrusts to keep all of his stiff cock sheathed completely within your warm entrance. You felt the similar build, a continuation of his skilful ministrations returning to your abdomen as he began to rhythmically chase your dual pleasure with his thrusts and gyrations deep within your glistening walls.

His body caged you, you feeling completely secure beneath him as he seemed to sob in joy of finally being joined against you as your hearts began to beat within the same rapidity and frequency. You laced your fingers in his hair as he began to drive his hips forward with heavier and frantic rapidity. Cock twitching within your walls, prompting your opening to flutter around him, you withdrew his head from your shoulder and pressed your lips against his in a desperate kiss.

“S-Sanji,” you cried his name, toes curling from their position laced at his hips. He drew his head back to gaze into your eyes, pupils blown with lust as his hips began to sloppily stutter against your hips as you both felt the approach of your impending orgasms.

“Are you-,” he gasped out, searching for the words within his mind as he panted against the approaching pleasure, “I-I’m holding on f-for you. Please say you’re ready. Please.”

Uncaging his right hand from beneath your shoulders, he reached down between your bodies to search for your clit. As soon as his fingers traced the sensitive tip of your bundle, your eyes became white with the dancing lights of the arrival of your orgasm.

“Sanji!” his name fled from your lips as the tightly woven coil snapped, the slap of his hips against your inner walls becoming more frantic and deranged as he released your clit to relinquish a secondary release of his own stammering orgasm splashing deep against your cervix. Your own name fled from his lips along with a string of praise and appreciation: “je t'aime tellement, I-I love you. F-fuck. B-baiser. Merde, si beau.”

You both rode your highs, stealing kisses from each other as you allowed a mutual chuckled giggle of relief escape from your lips as you came down to the reality of holding each other close against the plush quilt. Remaining buried within you, he leant back to caress your cheeks between his palms as he admired your glow, eyes full of the relinquishment of lust to fall love within its wake.

“Worth overcoming the nicotine withdrawal and cigarette addiction?” you sighed in question, your own hands coming up to smooth over his hair as you pressed a small kiss to the tip of his nose.

“You are worth far more to me than dependency on nicotine,” he smiled down at you, tickling your forehead with his curtaining hair as it fell against you. You smiled up at him, your eyes closing as you felt him lean his brow down to meet against your own.

Unsheathing himself from within you, he rolled himself to lull beside you while continuing to trace your cheekbones and jaw with small circular caresses. Your eyes fell half-lidded as drowsiness from overexertion fell to you, Sanji’s face mirroring your expression to fall within a similar like.

“Thank you,” he whispered into you, reaching his arm beneath you to cradle you into himself while pulling the duvet to cover the two of you within the comfort of the warm sheets.

“For what, my love?” you asked him, wrapping your arm over his chest and tracing small circles over his back and shoulder blade.

“For everything,” he confessed, resting his chin atop your forehead as you both sighed out your final breath of consciousness before slumber claimed the two of you in its warm embrace.

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[st4rgzer]

FLOWERS matt sturniolo

summary: you surprise your boyfriend with flowers and receive a delightful response

genre: fluff

cw!: none just pure fluff

a/n: not requested, I had sm fun writing this, i’m getting more used to fluff i think!

yesterday I saw on tiktok that 90% of men only get flowers at their funeral. Seeing this, I asked Matt if he’d ever gotten any, the response matched the study. A feeling of guilt loomed in my stomach, he’d gotten me flowers countless times but I’ve never even thought of getting any for him. So I made up my mind to change that.

The next morning I got up, making up an excuse for going out to not raise any suspicion, though I don’t think he had any to begin with.

I headed to the nearest flower shop, it was a local one, I knew the owner and they made the prettiest flower arrangements. I browsed the selection, smelling them, I eventually found one that slightly had a scent like my perfume, and opted for that one as the main flower. He had a sweater we bought together with engraved daisys so I also picked some of those out. The owner helped me choose some more, like baby’s breath, so I put some of those placed dispersed between the others. I spent a good 30 minutes looking at them, seeing if I made the right choices. I wanted the first bouquet he received to be special and unique for him, in every flower a memory or a little fact about him was engraved. Before I got home, I replaced the plastic wrap for some old brown newspaper for a more certain aesthetic that served to tie the whole thing together, I made sure to remove the thorns from the stem, cleaning it entirely. I was left satisfied with a pretty arrangement of a bouquet.

I giddily stepped into the house with a wide smile on my face, it faded as I remembered I wanted it to be a surprise and hid the present behind my arms. Matt quickly sensed my presence and went to the living room to greet me. I stepped away from him as he tried to hug me, worried that he would feel the flowers. He immediately caught on to my strange behaviour and a confused look dawned on his face, furrowing his brows. He became suspicious and started questioning my behaviour.

“are you okay? did I do something?” He asked panicked. His hand trying to find their way to my cheeks, stepped away once again, a “wait for it” look on my face.

“no, I have a something for you” I said, trying to stop the corners of my mouth from upturning. His brows raised in surprise, a small grin creeping up on him.

I revealed the bouquet from behind me and allowed myself to finally exhibit the smile I had been so eager to release. I awaited for his response as he stared perplexed at the flowers, at a loss for words.

“this…is for me?” He asked cautiously to see if it was a prank of some kind, untrusting due to the constant mischief of his brothers.

“yes, all for you” I said eagerly, handing him the arrangement gladly. His eyes lit up, overjoyed, he didn’t know what to say, instead he grabbed my cheeks and kissed me delicately, thanking me the best way he knew how to. He pulled away, I looked at him dazed, a lovesick smile plastered on both our faces.

“thank you, they’re lovely, you’re lovely” He whispered, kissing my forehead lightly, taking his hand into mine, a grateful expression sparkled in his gaze. I laughed at his praise, pleased at the result of my small gesture.

“I guess i’m buying you flowers a lot more often now” I half joked, definitely scheming to make this a more often tradition. I kissed his cheek tender heartedly, my thumb caressed his jawline softly as we both admired one another, he ended with a warm endearing kiss on my lips. He muttered “thank you’s” all throughout the rest of the day, “thank you for the flowers again my love” I easily quieted him down with a kiss.

Now every time I pass the florist, I grab a quick bouquet

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[themotherofhorses]

When handmaid!reader was pregnant, did Aemond ever suck on her titties? Did Aemond do the thing where the husband is behind na pregnant woman and carried the weight of the baby?

oh of course he did. c'mon, aemond's totally a boob guy (do not argue with me on that). in fact, here is a small drabble over that:

pairing: aemond targaryen x handmaid!reader

warnings: tiddy sucking and simp aemond.

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She’s begun to tire more easily as the children grew within her.

Twins, the maesters and midwives alike had declared, while pouring over moon charts and estimations. She is carrying twins- maybe two boys, maybe two girls, or maybe one of both. The latter would be absolutely lovely, she decides.

Prince Aemond’s dismissed her back to his bedchamber with strict commands to rest abed. In truth, a day of rest is most welcoming to her. Her poor feet feel so swollen, and she’s taken to waddling like a little pond duck around the Keep, heavy and aching with her first hatchlings.

The courtiers pay her special attention too, as she feels their eyes on her everywhere she goes. No doubt their comments are much worse. Alas, her Prince Aemond can only do so much to protect her.

So safe within his room, she lays atop the cool, clean sheets, curled on her side and cradling the dragon egg her prince had chosen for one of their children in the hollow between her swollen belly and tender breasts.

It is a beautiful thing, with a deep purple shell, speckled with tiny golden flecks on its scales that shined like gold, and holding it close made her feel a lot better- stronger and braver. Perhaps her babies sense the dragon inside, a siren call only the golden blood of Old Valyria could hear. Or perhaps she’s turning into a dragon too.  

“Oh, but I really am carrying little dragons,” she giggles to herself, brushing her fingertips against the tight swell of her belly. Saying those words aloud makes her feel giddy and proud and beyond anxious to meet them. “Two sweet little dragons…”

“Indeed you are, my love.”

She startles, glancing up to see Aemond looming over her with a small smile. There is a fierce pride in his violet eye as it rakes over her breasts and the curve of her bump. “I sent you back to find sleep, not strike up a conversation with the dragon egg...again.”

“The babes enjoy feeling the egg near them,” she shrugs. “That is why I do it.”

Aemond clicks his tongue, crawling alongside her onto the bed. “Did they tell you that?” he asks, voice thick with teasing.

One hand rests on her bump, fingers drawing small circles as she hides her head within his neck, feeling the children suddenly stirring in her womb. “Ah, seems my babes know their father is now here.” And the other drifts down to her breast, cupping and giving it a gentle squeeze.

She sighs.

Her dear prince, he’s taken quite the fancy to her breasts, now heavy and swelling with milk. Most nights Aemond sleeps with his head pillowed comfortably on her chest, face buried between her tits. They bring him comfort, he says a lot. He enjoys fondling and nursing from them too- as hungry for her soft gasps and moans as he is with her milk and cunt (his words not hers).

She cannot understand why, nor can she ask around for an answer.

A baseborn servant carrying royal babies is enough scandal for a terrible headache, and she can do without that.

She closes her eyes and shivers when he leans to kiss her clothed breast ever so tenderly. “I suppose this is good practice,” he murmurs as he tugs down her neckline, eye darkening at the delicious sight before him, “-for when our little ones finally arrive.” He then blows on her swollen nipple, smirking at the cute little whimper she lets out.  

"Look at you. Gods, you are so fucking gorgeous."

“Aemond-”

Aemond shushes her before taking her nipple in his hot mouth. Her head flings back on the pillow as he suckles, flicking it back and forth with his tongue. “Ach! My prince…!” she cries, hips grinding down on the bed, desperate for some release, while her pretty face scrunches up in sheer pleasure. “Please- please- please…!” Yet all her lurching, to his delight, just brings her breasts closer to him.

“You’ll feed my sons so well, my pretty girl,” and he slaps her breast, “I’ve known you’d give me fine heirs the moment I first laid eyes on you.”

She pants. “-want them, ah, to grow nice and strong like their father. All for you, my prince, tis what you deserve…!”

His other hand squeezes her other breast, tweaking and pinching the nipple until little beads of milk fall and she’s withering beneath him, a putty mess of cries and moans and shudders. Aemond smiles, her tit dropping out of his mouth with a pop.

“My lady- my sweet girl,” he tells her, lapping up the milk around her chest. “Pretty, pretty girl, all mine.”

By the time he's finished, his handmaid is fast asleep, with a sweet smile twisted across her pink lips. Her chest, now bruised and marked, heaves up and down with slow breaths. Aemond lays there, kissing her nipple and listening to her steady heartbeat. He swears it matches his.

"Mmm, works every time," he chuckles to himself.

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[forever-rogue]

Hi Bee🐝 I hope you’re having a nice weekend❣️

I had a Joel fic idea I wanted to send you in case you are looking for inspo? If not just ignore this lmao.

I thought it would be kind of cute to have a fic where r likes to read even after the world went to hell and whenever she goes with Joel somewhere and he luckily finds a book he knows she hasn’t read he picks it up for her as a gift😭 and r reads out loud for them when they’re camping, oblivious to Joel’s feelings until one day he gives r a book she mentioned she loved when she was younger and she’s like oh, you feel the same way 😭

AN | I love this, this is so soft and I love this concept! I hope you like it too 🥰

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 3k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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"Always buried in a book," his tease was accompanied by a warm chuckle as you looked up and found Joel strolling into the makeshift library. Your smile was beaming as you marked your page and set the book down to give him your full attention, "what are you readin' now?"

"Nothing terribly exciting," you confessed with a huff, nodding in the direction of your latest selection, "the Hobbit. I think I've read it a dozen times by now. As a matter of fact I think I've read all of these books at least twice."

"Hard to expand a library when people aren't writing anymore," Joel rubbed at his beard thoughtfully as you nodded sadly, "its a shame."

"I never thought I'd see the day when I couldn't go to the bookstore or library for a new book," you looked away, blinking back your tears. It wasn't just the book thing - it was everything, "but here we are. I like to write my own stories sometimes but it's not the same. I already know the beginning, middle, and end and all the plot twists when it's all in my head."

He hummed in understanding as you felt him study you intently. Your face warmed up under his intense gaze as tugged at a loose thread on the sleeve of your sweater, “is there a reason you read the same thing multiple times?”

“I’ve always read a lot,” you tucked your legs up and under yourself on the overstuffed chair. You focused on the fire that was crackling away merrily, knowing that you had his undivided attention, “it was always a good form of escapism when I was younger and turns out it also works these days with all of…this. I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up, I always had a hard time fitting in. When things got bad, there was always a book to turn to.”

“Did you have a favorite?” you huffed in amusement as you turned to him with a no duh expression. The look on your face made him laugh as well, and he reached over to give your shoulder a gentle squeeze, “what was it?”

“You’re going to laugh…”

“I promise I won’t,” he insisted, accompanied by a silent shake of his shoulders which led you to raise your eyebrows at him, “I’ll do my best not to.”

“A true man of honor,” you rested your chin in your hand as you looked over at him, “prideandprejudice.”

“Come again?” he was teasing you, the question filled with tender affection, “didn’t quite catch that, sweetheart.”

“You’re the worst,” you groaned softly, hiding your face in your hands, “you heard me loud and clear - Pride and Prejudice. I know it’s silly but I’ve just always loved it.”

“I don’t think that’s silly at all,” he promised as you relaxed slightly. It wasn’t that you needed his approval or hoped he felt the same way, but there was something about his response and how tenderly he watched you that it made your tummy explode with butterflies, “it’s nice to have something familiar to hang onto - it’s nice to have a friend.”

“I agree,” oh. He really had to stop looking at you like that before you melted into a puddle on the floor, “I haven’t read it in forever.”

“Haven’t found a copy or just haven’t had the desire to read it?”

“Haven’t found it,” you sighed dramatically, before smiling back at him, “maybe one day I will, and if I do, I’m going to make you read it as well - I’ll even read it out loud for you.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?”

“Umm…I dunno,” you mused as he shook his head fondly, “both? Which one is worse?”

“I don’t think I’d ever feel threatened by you,” he began as you gave him a mock-hurt little expression, “you’re very tough, but I’m sorry sweetheart, you’re too soft. Which isn’t a bad thing. So, tell you what, you ever get your hands on a copy of Pride and Prejudice, I’d love to have you read it out loud for me.”

“Yeah?” you looked at him with soft doe eyes that made his heart constrict.

“Promise.”

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Joel liked your smile; it was pretty, even if you shied away from it at times. It always worked to make his heart constrict with emotion, and he’d long formed his own little plan to make you smile as often as he could. You weren’t privy to that just yet, but that was okay. As long as you were happy that was all that mattered. 

His favorite way, as he’d found after that afternoon in the library, was surprising you with a new book. Realistically, it wasn’t much, but it was the meaning behind the gesture, and the fact that even though he was out in the big, bad outside, he was thinking about you. 

Book after book he found for you, some almost new, perfectly preserved in time, and some already aged and loved before everything fell apart. But it never mattered, it was all about the face that he did just for you. The old, rickety bookcase in your small apartment was soon filled with new titles, some you’d already and others you’d never even heard of, all lovingly placed and organized. One of the many reasons you didn’t mind these small tokens of affection from Joel was the fact that it gave you more reasons to spend time with him.

As the months passed, you got to know Joel more and more, learning about his life from before the Outbreak to present. You shared just as much with him and in a way it felt like the two of you had always been friends, like two wandering souls that had found their way back to each other. You never would have thought that someone like him would ever even want to spend time with you, but you fit together like perfect puzzle pieces. 

On this particular evening you found yourself in his backyard, along with Ellie and a few other friends that you’d made in Jackson. Some moonshine had been passed around, and lots of exciting stories had been exchanged. You were listening to everyone, mostly staying more on the quiet side when you realized you didn’t have much to contribute to the current conversation at hand. 

“What about you?” Joel was sitting on your side and leaned into your space, gently nudging your leg with his. You blinked a few times, tearing your attention away from the fire and turning it to him with a confused look on your face, “what’s your best camping story?”

“Oh,” you grinned sheepishly as you looked around the circle and found nothing but friendly faces looking back at you. Your cheeks warmed up as you shrugged innocently, “I’ve never actually been camping. So I wouldn’t know….unfortunately.”

“What?” Joel seemed surprised but quickly caught himself and slipped into the soft tone that he often adopted for you, “I knew there had to be something wrong with you - there had to be a flaw somewhere.”

“And never having been camping is my flaw?” you teased right back, unaware of the knowing smiles that were being exchanged all around.

“That’s right,” he insisted, leaning in even closer, causing your heart to skip a few beats, “but don’t worry, there will still be time to fix that.”

“What a gentleman,” you down the rest of your drink, shaking your head in amusement.

“Would you look at the time…” Ellie almost jumped out of her seat, pointedly looking around the circle and motioning with her head that it was time to leave, “it’s late and we’re all tired, so we’re gonna…go.”

“All of you at once?” Joel raised an eyebrow as he looked at the girl, knowing better than anything by this point. She nodded with narrowed eyes as everyone said their goodbyes, leaving just the two of you. Joel let out a long sigh as he leaned back in his chair and smiled at you, “very subtle.”

Your mind started to reel with possibilities as to what he meant. You knew what you wanted him to mean, but you also weren’t about to flatter yourself like that. Joel wouldn’t ever like you as more than a friend, right? Right. 

The way you looked at him with such wide, gentle eyes made him want to pull you into his lap and kiss you until there was no mistaking what he was saying. The two of you stared at each other for a few moments before you cleared your throat softly.

"I guess I should get going too," you whispered, still unmoving, "it's late."

As soon as you stood up but before you could go, you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist as he gently held you back.

You turned around to face him, neither of you speaking, just studying each other. He had lovely eyes, soft despite all the years of hardness, his lips pulled into a soft smile.

Before you could stop yourself with too much logic, you leaned in and kissed him. You wondered if it was all a huge mistake, but to your surprise, he kissed you right back. His hands found purchase on your waist and yours on his shoulders as you let him kiss you 

Until you came to your senses and realized what you were doing. You gasped in surprise and pulled back, looking at him worriedly as Joel dropped his hands from your waist. You blinked back the tears that had immediately threatened to well up, panicking that you had crossed any remaining boundaries that either of you had remaining.

"I-I am so sorry," you whispered, touching your lips without thinking about it, "I have to go. I'm sorry."

You were gone before Joel could even process what had just happened. 

When he did, he hung his head and sighed heavily. He hoped he hadn't just fucked everything up.

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In the following week, you weren’t actively trying to avoid Joel…but you were definitely making sure you weren’t around whenever he was. You just had no idea how to broach the subject or if it even needed to be discussed. The idea of going up to him and saying anything made you want to curl up and wither away - it might have been dramatic  but you were willing to allow yourself a little bit of theatrics. 

But…you realized later on, Joel hadn’t fought off your advances. He’d actively kissed you back, and taken control. Maybe he’d wanted it just as much as you had. Or, or, you’d taken advantage of him, because you’d both been drinking. That made it all worse, and made your stomach churn. 

Either way, your plan was to avoid him - if not forever - for as long as you could.

Unfortunately, Joel was a stubborn man and wasn’t about to let you go without any explanations. And you weren’t exactly particularly sneaky; he found you in your usual spot, perched on the window seat with a book open in your lap as you stared out the window. 

“Hey,” you startled at the sound of his voice, but turned to him with a shy smile. He approached you slowly, almost as if he was afraid that he was going to scare you off like some sort of wild animal, “figured you’d be here.”

“Well,” you waved your hands around dismally before tucked your book away, “I’m not exactly hard to find if you know me. I’m a creature of habit.”

“Ain’t nothing wrong with that,” he came over and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his broad chest, “I have a surprise for you.”

“O-oh, Joel,” you swallowed thickly and wondered what on earth he could possibly be referring to, “I-I don’t need anything…seriously.”

“I didn’t get you anything technically,” ah. Joel and his little technicalities, “more of a ‘we’re doing this,’ type of thing.”

“And what is it that we’re doing?”

“Camping,” he stated with a grin as you just blinked at him in shock.

“Pardon?”

“We - you, Ellie, and I - are going camping,” he stated again as if that would clear everything up, “just a little something I’ve been planning since you’ve been avoiding me.”

“I-I have not been avoiding you,” a lie. You both knew that much, “just…busy.”

“Whatever the reason,” he insisted, “we’re goin’ camping. We’re leaving bright and early in the morning so make sure your things are packed.”

“Joel-”

“We’ll be ‘round at eight,” he gave your leg a gentle pat before heading out, not letting you get a word in edgewise. This man.

You watched him go, feeling so alive and nervous at the same time, but more importantly, you were excited to go.

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As it turned out, camping was a lot more fun than you thought it would be. You were pretty sure a lot of it had to do with your present company. Ellie and Joel were always fun to be around and this was no exception.

Joel had scouted out a remote but safe location near a river where you made camp. There was something rewarding about putting up your own tent and making a fire to cook your dinner on. It was definitely a welcome change; it almost made it seem like the world had never fallen apart. 

One particular evening, Ellie had crashed early and was already in the tent sleeping. That felt you and Joel outside sitting next to the fire. When the conversation hit a natural lull, Joel stood up and walked over to his backpack. You watched him curiously, a smile dancing on your face.

"Close your eyes," he called back to you. You playfully closed your eyes and put your hands over him. He chuckled as he pulled something out of the pack before zipping it closed.

He made his way back over to you, gently placing something in your lap. You made a small sound of surprise but didn't dare to open your eyes. Instead, you waited for him to give you the go ahead.

He sat back down next to you, groaning slightly at his stiff bones. You felt him pull your hands away from your eyes, "alright, you can go ahead and open your eyes."

"Joel, you really didn't need to get me anything!" You gasped as you looked at the object in your lap, trying to hide back a squeal of delight, "Joel. This is amazing."

"You like it?" He asked, nervous as he watched you inspect the small object. 

"Pride and Prejudice," you opened the cover and flicked through some of the gold leafed pages. It was still in impeccable condition, "oh my god, I can't believe you found this - you remembered."

“‘course I did,” any nerves he had remaining quickly dissipated when he saw the look of pure joy on your face, “I remember a lot of things.”

“I mentioned it like one time,” you flipped through some of the pages, touching your fingers over the worn but love pages, “I can’t…this is wonderful, a-and so kind. Thank you so much, Joel.”

“You mentioned how much you used to like it,” oh no. He felt like he could melt into a puddle at how sweet you were, “and I wanted you to have it again. So I’ve been keeping my eye out for it.”

“You’ve been looking for it?” alright, you were about ready to cry at that point. He nodded, trying to make it seem like less of a big deal than it actually was, “you’re amazing. I can’t…this is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.”

“It’s not that big of a thing-”

“It’s everything,” you clutched the book to your chest, “this means everything to me.”

“You mean everything to me,” his voice was gentle. You gasp inwardly at the revelation, “I thought it was only fitting.”

You moved closer to him on the log, shifting your body so you could face him. Your eyes locked onto his; he could see the hesitation on your face and in your body language. He decided to answer your silent question by putting his hand on your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek. 

Joel leaned in and kissed you, so quickly and delicately that you were almost convinced you might have imagined it. Judging from the expression on his face, you knew that it had definitely happened. You hadn’t just dreamed it last time - he wanted this too. You leaned into him and pressed a few more kisses to his lips, the two of you lingered but neither of you pushing. 

“There’s something I have to ask you,” he tucked a few stray locks of hair behind your hair as you felt your face grow warm again. The effect he had on you was palpable. 

“Anything.”

“Will you read to me?” the way the smile on your face was intoxicating and Joel was hooked, “I’ve never read Pride and Prejudice.”

“Shocker,” you teased softly, “are you sure though?”

“Positive,” he promised as he took your hand and led you over to the nest of warm blankets that were near the fire, “nothing would make me happier.”

“Okay,” you made yourself comfortable and pulled out the book, “get comfy and let’s get started.”

“Okay.”

[th3casscad3]

Endless Love

Alastor Had Always Held A Sort Of Soft Spot For You. But It Wasnt Until Tonight That He Truly Expressed How You Made Him Feel.. Perhaps It Was The Rye Or Maybe It Was The Way The Red Sky Shone Down Upon Your Delicate Skin.. Warnings/Triggers: Fluff, Confessions, Soft Kisses, Ear Handling And Antler Holding. SFW Characters: 4,051 ______________________________________________________________

It Was A Regular Night At The Hotel. Everyone Was Gathered Around In The Main Lobby, Having Casual Discussion. Vaggie And Charlie Could Be Seen Cuddling On The Couch, Angel Was Flirting With Husker At The Bar. Sir Pentious Was Petting Keekee And Nifty.. Nifty Was God Knows Where. It Seemed Like A Peaceful Evening. You Made Your Way Up To The Rooftop, Passed The Radio Tower. You Had Glanced Over At Alastor Who Seemed To Be Going Over His Controls And Functions. You Decided Not To Bother Him While He Was In There. You Could Say You Had A Liking Towards Alastor, When You First Met Him Upon His Arrival At The Hotel He Seemed Like A Overly Ego'd, Cocky, Self Confident Man. But Upon Getting To Know Him Better, You Realized That He's Just A Man, Who Tends To Hide His Emotions Through A Smile. While Everyone Else Was Still Weary Of Him, You Opened Yourself Up To Him. Before You Knew It, You And Him Were Always Hanging Around One Another. He Would Let You Touch Him Without Consequence And Didn't Even Mind When You Called Him Nicknames. As You Made Your Way To The Top Of The Rooftop, You Sat Down At The Big Lettering "Hazbin Hotel," You Placed Yourself In Between The E And The L. Taking A View Of The City You Noticed The Extermination Clock. Despite You Knowing What It Meant You Couldn't Help But Admire Its Glow. It Was Absolutely Breathtaking. So Engulfed With The Shine Of The Clock You Hadn't Even Noticed Alastor Take A Seat Next To You. " Beautiful, Isn't It. The Way The Clock Tower Shines. Distracts You From The Meaning Behind It " Alastor Said With A Soft Hum. The Smell Of Rye Lingered In His Breath.

" Its Heartbreaking. All Of These Families, Lovers, Friends.. Never Knowing Whose Going To Die Next. " You Sighed As You Leaned Your Head Against His Shoulder. The Two Of You Sat In A Comfortable Silence, Simply Taking In The Sounds Of The City. Breaking Glass, Gun Shots, Yelling, Arguing, The Lovely Sounds Of Hell. Little Did You Know, Alastor's Eyes Were Locked On You. Maybe It Was The Way The Red Light From The Sky Kissed Your Delicate Skin. Or The Rye In His System But You Seemed More Beautiful Today Than You Always Do.. And You Always Shined Brighter Than Anything He's Ever Seen. He Felt The Desire To Grab A Hold Of Your Hand And Make You Face Him. A Softened Smile On His Face As His Eyes Gazed Into Your With Adoration. His Other Hand Caressing Your Cheek. You Felt Your Face Turn Red At His Sudden Contact But You Didn't Dare Move. You Didn't Want To Move. Instead You Placed A Gentle Smile Upon Your Face. You Noticed The Twitch In His Ears, Displaying His Small Antlers Atop His Head. "My Dear, I Know I Say This Often.. But You Look Simply Divine. Every Moment I Spend With You Makes Me Feel More A Man. A Man In Love.. I Know I'm Suppose To Be This Big Scary Demon With All This Power, But I Would Trade It All In To Be With You, My Dear." Alastor Leaned In Closer To You. You Could Feel His Hands Tremble And His Heartbeat Quicken. He Was Nervous. You Leaned In As Well, Your Noses Now Brushed Together And Your Breath Hitting One Another's Cheek. "Alastor, You May Not Hold y Soul. But You Do Hold My Heart, I Want To Spend The Rest Of My Afterlife With You. Until Death Kills Me Again. To Be Yours Is All That I Long For "* Before You Know It, Alastor's Lips Is Met With Yours. There Was A Surge Of Excitement That Traveled Through Your Body As Your Lips Danced With His In A Tender Kiss. A Kiss That Spoke Thousands Of Words And Held Deep Emotions. Your Hands Traveled To His Hair As Your Body Pressed Together With His. Your Fingers Softly Scratching His Ears And Receiving A Soft Purr From His Lips. After A Few Moments The Kiss Was Broken For The Need To Collect Air. Your Forehead Touched His As You Two Caught Your Breath, Your Hands Now Holding His. The Only Thing You Cared About In This Moment Was Alastor. Nothing Else Mattered As The Two Of You Shared This Moment And Embraced Each Other. " I Vow To Love And Protect You Until The Day I Die Again, My Sweet Darling... "

[lunarw0rks]

HIIIIII I'm new to your blog and I'm already your fan 😩😩💓

I have a request!! The reader has a scar from surgery near groin, and feels very insecure about it :(

and then Ghost discovers this and helps they feel more sure of themselves? *wink wink*

And btw, I'm using the translator because I'm terrible at English 🤐

warning(s): nsfw (18+), established relationship, scar mention, softdom!simon, angst/fluff to smut, oral sex, fingering, praise, fem!reader

꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ GHOST MASTERLIST // have a request? ˗ˏˋ ASK BOX ˎˊ˗

“You have to come out of there sometime, love.”

His voice came muffled through the bathroom door. On the other side, you were running your fingers over the scar near your groin. Sure, he had seen you naked before — but tonight was different. His hands roamed right over it and they lingered too long, effectively reminding you of the lasting mark you were insecure about.

It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t even yours. But something about it ruined the mood, and you couldn’t just shut that out.

Finally, you stepped out again, facing him after minutes of brooding. He could tell, based on your expression, that this was a deeper issue. One he wanted to fix; in more ways than one.

"What is it? Something I did?" His arm snakes around your shoulder, guiding you to the edge of the bed.

You shake your head defensively, hands folded in your lap. "It's nothing, it's... My scar. It's always bothered me."

"Don't do that," Simon whispers, holding your chin gently to keep your gaze. There's truly nothing about you he disliked, especially when it came to scars. He harbored them everywhere, some from service, others from childhood.

He rotates his arms, exposing marks and healed scrapes everywhere. "Look at me, sweetheart. Bloody have 'em everywhere." Next, he removed his tee, where the deepest, most noticeable blemishes were etched into his skin. Some were burns, others from blades or shrapnel, bullets, too.

You watched him show every inch of what he had been through, the permanent reminders that he had to live with. It made your scar seem minute, effectively easing your heavy heart. The insecurities, you might never get over, but it's an unbeatable feeling to be appreciated so deeply — just for you, imperfections and all.

Before you could get in your head again, he was cupping the sides of your face, using his knee to push you backward on the plush mattress. "Nothin' to be ashamed of," he mutters against your lips, whilst his hands untie the robe wrapped around you, "especially on you."

"Thought I ruined the mood," you whisper when the next kiss pauses, holding his waist.

With tender haste, he removed your wrists from his waist, placing them at your sides, which allowed him to scoot down further. "Takes a lot more than that to scare me off, love."

With fumbling fingers, he gives the fabric one more tug, exposing your nightwear underneath. Before you've come up with a response, he fills the void by pressing his lips to your inner thigh. It's a silent gesture, but one that speaks volumes. Simon multitasks, keeping you entertained by peppering kisses, while your panties have been pulled to the side. You're on full display now; aroused and sensitive again, like you were before you ran off to the washroom.

Instinctively, you reach for his hair — but you've been repositioned again.

"No, no, hands at your sides. Good girl." His hot breath tickles your wet heat until he's closed in on it. Pressing his lips to your clit, leaving calculated licks along it until you moan from the repeated movements.

The only 'touch' you're permitted is the squeeze of your thighs around his head, though he'd much prepare to have you spread and on full display. But tonight wasn't about him, nor was it often. His focus was on you, only you.

His thick fingers find your slit, easing in until they've filled you, reaching the deepest spots inside you. Simon's heavy breaths only stimulate your nerves further, adding to the feeling of his thrusting fingers.

"So fuckin' perfect."

˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ˚｡──divider cred. cafekitsune

[padfootagain]

Only an Almost (VIII)

Chapter  8: Hopes and Disappointments

Hello!! Here is another chapter! I apologize for this (that's not true, I love breaking my own heart). Also special warning for this chapter, there is a sex scene (first few paragraphs). Not written as smut, but still pretty explicit so, no minors!

I hope you’ll like this chapter! Please, tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader, friends with benefits AU

Warning: No explicit smut or nsfw content, but there are sexual themes and heavy make-out sessions (it’s a friends with benefits AU, I can’t really escape it), so 18+ only!

Summary: Andrew has been in love with you for years, and yet he has never confessed his feelings. But a night out celebrating the engagement of his best friend changes everything. However, you don't seem ready to be with him just yet. You make him an offer that he can't refuse... but will certainly regret.

Word Count : 2550

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

It was in the way you held onto him. The way the two of you moved in perfect sync. The way you peppered his neck with kisses, the way you knew he adored. The way you tightened your hold on his hand, the one he held by the side of your head, against the sheets, as pleasure grew almost unbearable. It was in the way you whispered his name, warm breath burning against his ear and cheek while he pressed his lips to your skin. It sounded like a prayer, like a wish, like a loving chant. A whisper loud enough to cover the banging of his own heart against his eardrums, his staggering and heavy breathing, the creaking of the bed under your united bodies.

No one had ever said his name like that. It sounded different when you said it. Tasted different when he kissed your lips as they formed his vowels and consonants again. And he murmured your name as well, right there against your mouth, in a sigh, like it was the most sacred word he could ever speak, the most beautiful sound in the world, and it was… it was…

I love you…

He almost said it, but pleasure was overwhelming, and he moaned instead; the two sounds meant the same thing.

It was in the way you were so close to him, the way he felt like he could touch your soul like this. The way you worshipped each other’s bodies instead of simply touching. The way you stared right into his eyes, on the verge of the highest form of pleasure, and gently touched his cheek, like… like there was adoration in your eyes, the same he felt for you. And he watched as you became undone, as you broke into fragments of pleasure, his name on your lips shouted instead of whispered this time. He pressed his forehead to yours as he finally let himself follow you in ecstasy, and it felt like you cushioned his fall, how you held him even closer, clinging to him as he stuttered around the sound of your name…

It was in the way sex was simply better with you. Perhaps it was because he loved you. Feelings made the intimacy of sex so much more intense. But the way you rubbed his back now, soothing and gentle and loving…

Because of all these reasons and a thousand more, Andrew couldn’t convince himself that you didn’t care, that this was just about fucking, about getting a moment of pleasure with no sentimental strings attached to it. He finally opened his eyes again when you cradled his cheek, thumb gentle as it brushed through his beard.

If it were just about pleasure, why would you keep him close now? Why would you reach up to kiss his cheekbone, and then his eyelids, the gesture infinitely tender?

He kept on holding onto your hand, even if not as tightly. He knew you craved for that contact, for that anchor. His other hand slipped under your back to hold you closer, to hold you lovingly against him, and the gesture made you smile against his eyelashes.

I love you…

“God… that was so good, Andy,” you whispered with some awe on your face and in your content smile, like you couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. But to be fair, neither could he.

“Divine, I would say,” he corrected, making you giggle as you kissed his lips again.

“Can’t disagree with that,” you nodded, brushing your nose against his in the process, making him grin.

You touched and kissed and caressed for a while longer, before you would both take some time to clean up and get ready for a proper cuddle. The first few weeks, you didn’t linger for so long with him in bed after sex, but now you seemed to indulge in the comfort that came with being held like this, wearing little to no clothes, holding onto each other and saying sweet nothings into the other’s ear, and kissing… and sometimes going further than just kissing again…

Not tonight though. When Andrew walked out of the bathroom and back in the bedroom, your eyes were closed. You had stolen one of his old t-shirts, buried under his blanket, your expression peaceful as your breathing was audibly deeper than usual.

Andrew slipped quietly back in bed, trying not to wake you. Still, you blinked your eyes open as he was lying down.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, trying to sit up, but Andrew held you back.

“Hey, don’t be silly. You’re exhausted, get some sleep.”

“We said that we wouldn’t sleep together. I mean… actually sleep… you know what I mean.”

“Y/N, you’re knackered. Lay down and get some sleep. I don’t bite… unless that’s your thing?”

“I hate you.”

“I’ll take that for a no. Dully noted,” he joked, pushing his hair out of the way as he rested his head on his own pillow.

“I should go home.”

“You can’t drive, you’re too tired. And I’m too tired to drive you home, so just… stay. It’s alright. Nothing is going to happen if you stay the night. Most people do, even if it’s just a one-night stand.”

You remained quiet, and he knew your brain was working at full speed. He hated himself for his next question, but if it meant that you would stay, just this once…

“You want me to sleep on top of the covers?”

You rolled your eyes, but visibly relaxed.

“We’ve just had sex, I don’t fear for my modesty.”

“Then, stay. I’ll make you pancakes in the morning.”

“Tempting.”

“I know, I’m a grand cook.”

“Decent cook.”

“I’ll take it.”

His hold on your arm loosened, he tenderly caressed the soft skin right above your elbow, on the inside of your arm. You didn’t move away.

“I am very tired,” you whispered, as if trying to argue with yourself.

Andrew sat up as well, leaning in to kiss your shoulder through his own shirt.

“Stay, Y/N. Stay for the night. Please, stay… stay…”

I love you.

He almost said it.

“Okay,” you nodded, reaching out for him and pulling him down with you as you lied down once more.

He tucked you in, not daring to hold you, worried to make you uncomfortable and for you to run away again. Instead, you both laid on your sides, staring at each other in the silvery light that came in from the window. He caught your eyes falling to look at his chest, the skin made even paler under the moonlight, and he didn’t mind. Your gaze was gentle, safe. For once, he didn’t hide, let the covers rest on his hips instead of covering him fully. Meanwhile, he was admiring the silver droplets that were being caught on your eyelashes…

It was silent, still, a moment suspended in comfort and hesitation.

But then your expression grew a little more fragile, more hesitant, as you looked into his eyes again. Slowly, you moved closer, as a test, perhaps. Andrew didn’t hesitate a second, and he wrapped his long arms around you, holding you close to his chest. He felt your muscles relax under his touch, and you placed a peck against his heart as a reward.

“Please, keep holding me,” you whispered, your voice shaking. “Don’t let me go.”

“I won’t. I won’t,” he repeated as a promise.

You both fell asleep like this, holding each other close, your lips to his heart and his to your hair.

When he woke up the next morning, you were gone.

“The wedding is in less than four months…”

“Daphne, please, breathe. Sam has enough anxiety for all of us, I can’t have you as worried as him.”

You plopped down on your seat next to Andrew, a brand-new cup of tea in your hands. Opposite you, Daphne and Sam were freaking out about their wedding.

“Guys, it’s in four months, we have plenty of time… There is no reason to panic.”

“We still haven’t decided what flavour we should have for the cake…”

“Stop, just stop, both of you.”

You grabbed the notebook that was set on the table and a pen, scribbling something.

“You are perfectly on time for everything. Do not worry. Oh, and I’ve booked your appointments for the wedding dress and the suit, as planned. Everything is fine.”

“Oh my God, I can’t wait!” Daphne squealed, suddenly more excited than nervous. “I’m going to buy a wedding dress…”

“What about the bachelor’s party, Andy?”

Daphne threw her fiancé a disapproving look.

“What? It’s a perfectly sound question!” Sam defended himself. “It’s tradition!”

“You’d better not do something too crazy.”

“What about you? You might do some crazy things for your last night as an unmarried woman!”

“I’ll get properly wasted with my friends and eat too much chips.”

“Sounds wonderful, honey,” Sam grinned at his excited fiancée.

“Also, I want a striptease.”

“Absolutely not,” you shook your head as Sam was choking on his tea and Andrew was exploding with laughter.

“I agree with Y/N!” Sam interjected after he could breathe again. “You aren’t getting a striptease!”

“Why not?”

“Because… that’s… objectifying bodies!”

Daphne grinned, humour and mischief shining in her eyes.

“You’re jealous!” she teased, making her fiancé scoff.

“I’m not!”

“Are too!”

“Have you seen me? Why would I worry about my fiancée seeing a six-pack-guy dancing some sexy dance when I can give you love-handles and walk on your feet?”

“I have no clue. The choice is easy to make,” Daphne answered with a grin that grew more tender right before she kissed him. “I was teasing you, you idiot. I’ll settle for getting very drunk.”

“My plan, exactly!”

“Okay, so… before you two start snogging and being disgustingly sweet…” you interrupted them, guiding the conversation back on track. “Andy takes care of the cake appointments. I call for the lodgings and the venue. You guys find out when your relatives arrive precisely, and you choose the caterer.”

“And I’ll call for the rings too, to book an appointment,” Andrew added, sipping on his tea.

You scribbled a few more words on your paper. Sam heaved a relieved sigh, letting himself fall back into his chair.

“Alright, if this is done… then Andy and I will go get food for lunch, while you ladies set up the table.”

“I’ve got to go…” you tried to protest, but your friends had other plans.

“No, you don’t. It’s Saturday, you are not working, and you’re staying for lunch. I’ve already called this Chinese place you like,” Daphne argued, and you had to yield, eventually.

Before Andrew stepped out of the house, he threw you one last glance; and you were looking at him too so he caught your gaze with his. You exchanged a fond smile, a silent sign of tenderness, before he would follow Sam as he walked out of the house towards his car while babbling away about this monster he had managed to beat in Zelda.

They had barely climbed in the car, Sam quickly turning on the engines, when he blurted out his question.

“So… now that we’re alone… tell me what’s going on with Y/N!”

Andrew couldn’t help but laugh.

“Is that the only reason why you asked me to come with you?”

“Obviously, did you really think I’d want to see your ugly face if it weren’t for the drama?”

“Keeping the artist around for the entertainment… makes sense!”

“Precisely! Now, spit it out!”

Andrew heaved a sigh, looked out the window to the moving houses and the blur of trees over a grey sky.

“Not much to say about it, I’m… lost.”

“So… you’re still doing this?”

“For now, yeah…”

“So, you didn’t follow my advice.”

“No, I haven’t yet.”

“And so, you’re going to get your heart broken…”

Andrew remained silent for a moment, his throat tightening to the point that he needed a moment to find his voice back. When the words tumbled out, his voice was deep and low, shaking.

“I reckon that’s already too late for that.”

He passed a hand across his face, rubbing at his eyes.

“I don’t need you to tell me that I shouldn’t have agreed in the first place, because I already know that. It’s just, I… I couldn’t help it. And I can’t let her go now. It’s just… it hurts too much…”

Sam remained silent for the rest of the ten-minutes drive. He didn’t unlock the doors after he parked the car though. Andrew stared at a couple walking hand-in-hand across the street, watched the grey sky and wondered if it would rain before he and Sam got back…

“Do you think she feels the same as you do?” Sam finally asked.

Andrew merely shrugged.

“I’m not sure. On one hand she doesn’t let me kiss her outside of a bedroom; on the other hand, the way she acts with me, I… I don’t know. I don’t know if she’s pushing me away because she’s scared, or because she doesn’t feel anything but physical attraction for me.”

“I see…”

“She’s just… just the way she is with me… she acts like she cares, like I’m not just some random guy she’s sleeping with. But then she has these rules that are making sure that we’re not having something… too intimate. You know what I mean? Like… pet names and stuff…”

“I see…”

The two men remained silent for a moment, before Sam asked quietly another question.

“Are you… are you two exclusive?”

“We’re not together,” Andrew shook his head.

“But have you slept with other women since this has begun?”

“No, of course not.”

“Are you planning on doing that?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Has she? Slept with other people?”

“God, I hope not… don’t make me think about that…”

“Sorry, sorry…”

Another silence, before Sam started to smile.

“Alright, I’ve got a plan!”

“Here comes trouble…”

“You need to finally know if she has feelings or if she’s… dragging you along.”

“What a revolutionary idea, I hadn’t thought of that one!”

Sam merely ignored Andrew’s sarcasm.

“My plan is simple: make her jealous.”

“What?”

“Make her jealous! You feign to be interested in another woman, and you’ll see how Y/N reacts! If she’s jealous, it means that she cares for you… beyond just having you around for sex. If she doesn’t give two shits about you banging someone else, then…”

Andrew took a moment to ponder this idea, and he slowly nodded.

“That’s… actually a rather good idea…”

“There’s a party next week with the whole gang, at the usual pub. Perfect moment to try it!”

“I…”

“All you have to do is flirt with a woman. Even you can manage that, Andy! Trust me, it’ll work.”

Slowly, Andrew nodded.

“Yeah… yeah, perhaps it could work.”

“And if she’s not jealous at all, if she really doesn’t feel the same… you have to bail out, now, mate. Cause she’s going to have you in pieces if you don’t take care of yourself first.”

Andrew nodded, and when Sam climbed out of the car, he followed him in silence, thinking about next week and contemplating how, for the first time in his life, he hoped he could bring you pain.

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Underworld Insomnia | 4 - B.Barnes

Character : Bucky × Psychiatrist Female!Reader

Summary: As a ruthless contract killer, Bucky is feared in the underworld of criminals. His opponents freeze when they see him, as he is feared among them. However, they don't know that he could be warm to only one person: his psychiatrist. The only person who could make him fall asleep.

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"Frosty longed for companionship, but no matter where he drifted, he found himself alone in the icy wilderness," the soothing voice of the story lulled Bucky into drowsiness. Just as he began to succumb to sleep, he heard your urgent cry, "Bucky!"

His body relaxed upon hearing your voice, but his eyelids felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion. As he fought to keep them open, he sensed a peculiar sensation—something cool and tingling on his face. With a struggle, he managed to crack his eyes open, greeted by the sight of a small figure with oversized glasses hovering over him.

Bucky rubbed his eyes in confusion. "You... Ahh!!! What is this?" he exclaimed, noticing Conroy holding a tube of toothpaste.

Conroy, ever matter-of-fact, explained, "Because you're not awake. Seems like your body lack of iron."

Bucky narrowed his eyes at Conroy, feeling a mix of amusement and irritation at the kid's audacity. "Bah! I'm still in my prime," he retorted, trying to maintain his tough demeanor despite the situation's absurdity.

You were in another room when you heard an adult male voice, and you approached them, relieved to find that Bucky was no longer asleep. "You're awake," you remarked, noticing the toothpaste under Bucky's eyes. You knew it must be Conroy's doing.

Moving closer to Bucky, you reached for a cloth to wipe away Conroy's prank. "Conroy, you have to apologize to Bucky," you insisted firmly.

Bucky was taken aback by your actions. First, as the best contract killer in the industry, he could evade guns, knives, poisons, and other threats, but he never expected your voice to act as a lethal weapon. Second, he was surprised by the sudden tenderness in your gesture. He had never experienced such care before.

Conroy put his hands on his hips defiantly. "Why? If it's not because of me, he would still be asleep," he argued.

You clicked your tongue, feeling the need to maintain respect for the homeowner who could also protect you both from the group.

Bucky waved his hand dismissively. "It's fine," he assured, standing up to put some distance between himself and you. Perhaps it was your perfume that made his heart race. Clearing his throat, he asked, "How long was I asleep?"

You replied, "12 hours."

Bucky closed his mouth in disbelief. Twelve hours? That was a new record.

Concerned for his health, you suggested, "Bucky, do you need to go to the hospital? Perhaps something is wrong with your health?"

Bucky crossed his arms, feeling a bit irritated that both you and Conroy seemed to underestimate his health. He shook his head. "No. I've been there multiple times, and they found nothing wrong with me. Besides..." His conversation was cut short as he received a call.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Where the heck have you been?" the voice on the other end demanded.

"Sleeping," Bucky replied simply.

"What?! I don't even want to know. Just get your ass over here. Our situation is not good in the Caribbean Sea. Pirates tried to steal our client's ship."

Bucky's response was nonchalant, "Sure. Prepare the plane for me."

"But there's nowhere to land," came the urgent reply.

Bucky smirked, unfazed, "Who said the plane has to land?"

***********

At an altitude of 40,000 feet inside the cargo plane, Bucky surveyed the situation below. Miguel, one of his colleagues, filled him in on the mission details, "Our client hired us to rescue his son. Pirates are attempting to capture the vessel because they know our client is wealthy."

As Bucky prepared his parachute bag and checked his guns, Miguel asked him, "Are you sure you want to go alone?"

Bucky nodded confidently. "Yup. It'll be quick. See you later." With a salute, he jumped from the plane, disappearing into the night sky. Watching his fearless departure, Miguel chuckled and shook his head. "Crazy dude," he muttered to himself.

Once airborne, Bucky opened his parachute and descended gracefully toward the pirate-infested ship below. As he landed on the deck, he swiftly drew his weapons and sprang into action. With precise aim and lightning-fast reflexes, he took down each pirate one by one, dodging their gunfire with ease.

In a matter of seconds, the deck was cleared, and Bucky secured the area before moving to rescue the client's son. Amidst the chaos, he located the young man and ensured his safety, escorting him to a secure location on the ship.

The client's son, shaken but unharmed, looked up at Bucky with gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you," he said, his voice trembling with relief.

Bucky's work was clean and efficient, a testament to the positive effects of his recent restful sleep. He nodded in acknowledgment as he received praise from his agency's boss. "Great job."

However, when the boss mentioned wanting to introduce him to someone, Bucky politely declined. "No, I need to head back," he explained. He remembered that you and Conroy were relying on emergency food supplies back at the safe house. While Conroy might have a sharp tongue, Bucky couldn't forget that he was still just a 4-year-old kid.

With a sense of responsibility, Bucky prioritized your well-being and Conroy's comfort over any additional meetings or introductions. He needed to ensure that you both had enough to eat and were safe while he was away.

Bucky returned to the safe house to find you and Conroy engaged in making origami, a sight that amused him. It seemed that neither of you found entertainment in TV or movies.

Upon hearing the door open, you looked up and greeted him, "Welcome back."

"Hm," Bucky acknowledged, feeling a warm sensation at being welcomed home for the first time.

Conroy abandoned his Godzilla origami and rushed over to Bucky. "Is that the same chicken I had?" His hand reached out eagerly for the plastic bag, but Bucky raised it just out of reach, prompting Conroy to pause. "Hey."

Bucky raised an eyebrow playfully. "Don't 'hey' me. Ask me nicely."

Conroy's cheeks puffed up with a pout. "Can I have some of the food, please?"

Bucky chuckled, lowering the bag. "It's all yours."

Conroy dashed to the table, exclaiming, "Yes!"

Left alone with you, Bucky expressed his gratitude. "With 12 hours of sleep, I was able to finish my work quickly. Thanks."

You smiled warmly. "I'm glad I could help."

Bucky glanced around the safe house, noticing the origami creations scattered around. "What are you two making?"

You chuckled softly. "Conroy wanted to learn origami, so we've been practicing."

Bucky observed the colorful paper creations with a hint of admiration. "Looks like he's getting pretty good at it."

You nodded proudly. "He's a quick learner."

Just then, Conroy returned to the table, devouring his fried chicken with gusto. Between bites, he grinned at Bucky. "Thank you for the food!"

Bucky ruffled Conroy's hair affectionately. "You're welcome, kiddo."

As the three of you sat together, enjoying the simple pleasure of a shared meal, Bucky couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging he hadn't experienced in a long time. Despite the dangers lurking in the shadows, there was a sense of peace and camaraderie within the walls of the safe house.

Bucky leaned forward, his eyes focused on you with a seriousness that caught your attention. "Do you have a plan to put Conroy into kindergarten?"

You paused, a thoughtful expression crossing your face. "At the moment, no. With everything that's been happening, it hasn't really crossed my mind."

Bucky nodded, considering your words carefully. "If you want, I know of a safe kindergarten that's highly secretive. It's attended by children of parents in similar lines of work, like myself. To ensure Conroy's safety, we could even consider changing his name."

As you listened to Bucky's suggestion, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for his concern. Despite his tough exterior, he genuinely cared about your well-being and Conroy's.

After you answered, Conroy interjected excitedly, "I want to go!!!" He hopped down from his chair and dashed over to Bucky, his eyes wide with enthusiasm. "I want to join the kindergarten. Please,~"

Bucky chuckled at Conroy's sudden burst of energy, finding his eagerness endearing. "You can, if you behave," he replied with a playful grin.

Conroy puffed out his chest proudly. "I am a good kid," he declared, his determination evident in his stance.

You couldn't help but smile at Conroy's excitement, feeling hopeful for his future despite the challenges you faced. With Bucky's support and the promise of a safe place for Conroy to learn and grow, you felt a sense of relief wash over you.

***********

The next day, Bucky continued his day with a brand new energy, grateful for the restful sleep he had gotten. This newfound routine eased his anxiety, allowing him to approach the day with a clearer mind.

He decided to visit the bar, a usual haunt where killers often gathered. As he entered, the dimly lit ambiance greeted him, familiar and somewhat comforting.

To his surprise, his boss approached him, accompanied by a figure clad in a custom suit that exuded an air of mystery and intelligence. The man's demeanor suggested he was no ordinary individual; perhaps a member of the CIA or a special undercover agent. His sharp gaze bore into Bucky, assessing him with keen interest as if dissecting his every move and thought.

The person introduced himself to Bucky with a firm handshake and a confident demeanor. "It's an honor to meet you, Barnes," he began in a voice with authority and a hint of intrigue. "I'm August Walker, and you have something that I want."

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Hunting Hearts NeteyamXF!Omaticaya Reader

WARNINGS: fluff, mention of death, a little hot at one point

WORDS: 715

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-Take a deep breath - one of Neteyam's hands rested on your waist, the other was on your hand wielding the bow. You could feel his hot breath on your neck and his chest behind your shoulders.

-Now align your posture-with one of his legs he slightly pushed the back of your knees

You took a long breath, feeling your lungs fill as you aimed a large arrow at a deer in the distance.

-Ready, shoot when you want

You breathed out silently before letting go of the arrow from your fingertips. It was fast, in a matter of seconds the deer was down, ruffling the grass and making various dying sounds.

They both rushed to meet the animal that was still sending signs of being alive. You took out your sharp knife and knelt next to the animal. Neteyam could see your shaking hand and the scared look in your eyes.

-I can do it if you don't feel ready

-It's ok, I can do it.

You slowly brought the knife closer to the animal's chest, where you knew its heart was, recited a thank you for the deer's life before driving your knife deep, ending the animal's pain.

-Okay, you did well-Neteyam approached you hugging your shoulders allowing you to rest your head on his neck, you couldn't help but shed some tears.

Life was the most sacred thing for you and it was the first time you had to take it away. But you were thankful that it was your Nate who was with you at that time.

They didn't know how long they had held each other, but honestly neither of them cared. The feeling of being so close to each other was enough to disconnect them both from the outside world.

When they finally broke apart they spent a long time looking into each other's amber eyes.

-You will be a great hunter - Nete stated very confidently, placing one of his hands on your cheek.

-How are you so sure? -you certainly didn't think you could make hunting the main job of your day

-Because you hunt my heart, as stealthy as a snake and as innocent as a dove

You felt how your cheeks warmed with his words, as sweet as he was.

-I see you- his tender eyes did not separate from yours while he pronounced those words spoken so low that he thought that perhaps you had not heard him.

-I see you - you answered in the same way, and from one moment to another everything made sense to you. How your heart raced every time he taught you how to use the bow and how his hands sweated every time they were so close. You perfectly understood the heat that surrounded your heart at that precise moment.

Neteyam took you by the bare waist and placed you on his lap, your legs on either side of his, he looked at you questioningly, almost asking for permission before kissing you. Very tender and deeply.

You felt his hands run down your back and legs, his soft hands touching every portion of your skin with each second that the kiss intensified.

You ran through his arms, strong and long, until you reached his neck and left your hands caressing the strands of hair at the bottom of his head.

They parted his lips and you could feel his wet kisses on your neck feeling his sharp teeth caress your collarbones. You released several sighs and light moans at the sensation.

On the other hand, you started kissing and biting Nete's ears, drawing several sighs from her as well.

At some point, you felt how his tails got tangled between them and new sensations began to fill your entire being.

When both of them ran out of air, they barely parted. Neteyam put his forehead against yours, he did not open her eyes when he spoke again.

-I swear to you, in front of the forest that surrounds us now, that neither war nor peace, nor chaos or tranquility, nor life nor death are going to separate me from you.

And while they kissed again, you wished with all your heart that his words were true.