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science-hoes · 4 years

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Jealous

Summary: I’ve finally done it. I have written my first seggs fic. Get ready for some smut. Steve flirts with the Reader and Bruce gets super jealous.

Pairing: Bruce Banner x f!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, age gap, office sex, Steve Rogers

You were balancing a cupholder of coffees in your hand when you scanned your fingerprint for access into the lab. Tony often sent you on small errands for the team since you didn’t have a real job besides being an Avenger. Tony still helped Pepper run Stark Industries, Bruce switched between guest lecturing at renowned universities and taking up patients at the hospital in the city, Clint had his workshop and taught archery at a local high school, but you…well, you were still a college student. So on days that you didn’t have more than one class, Tony had you do “secretary” things. Like get coffee.

“Coffee is here!” Tony announced when he saw you enter through the glass doors.

Bruce turned around from the whiteboard he was writing on and rolled his eyes. “Tony, quit bothering her. She needs to be studying for her classes.” He scolded.

Since Bruce decided to take up for you, you handed him his coffee first. “You mean to assume that I’m not naturally smart like you and have to study?” You asked teasingly.

Bruce took the coffee from your hands, fingers brushing against yours in the exchange. A small zap of yearning electricity charged up your arm. “You don’t need to study?” Bruce deadpanned.

Tony walked over and plucked his coffee from the cupholder that you held. “Quit trying to find a way to get rid of my coffee mule.” He nagged before taking a much needed sip from the cup. “I’ve got to go anyway, Pepper needs some help with important company things. Don’t miss me too much.”

“Don’t worry about that.” You replied as Tony left the lab.

Bruce chuckled at your comment before leaning against the table that you had perched yourself on. “So how are your classes going?” He asked.

You shrugged, swinging your legs and watching your feet. “They’re alright. Besides, I’ve got the world’s smartest Avenger to help me whenever I want.” You responded playfully.

Bruce smiled, his cheeks blushing just noticeably. Just as he was about to make a snarky remark back to you, Steve walked into the lab. You both turned as the doors opened.

“Hey, Steve!” You greeted happily.

Steve grinned at you as he walked over. “Just the girl I wanted to see.” He responded.

Bruce simply nodded in greeting at Steve before walking back over to the whiteboard to continue his calculations. That was weird. But you turned back to face the soldier.

“What can I do for you, Cap?” You asked.

Steve placed his arm on the table you sat on, leaning against the frame, which brought his body closer to yours. His dry-fit shirt was hardly of any use because the fabric sculpted the shape of every single muscle and vein underneath. But hey, you weren’t complaining. “I need you to look into a person of interest that attends your university. Possible connection to a recent string of threats going to a SWORD agent. I left the files in your room to look over when you’re ready.” He explained.

You nodded as you soaked in the information. “Yeah, I can totally do that.” You agreed with a sparkling grin.

Your smile made Steve grin in response. “Great, just let me know when you get that done. Thanks, doll.” He said before moving to head out. “Doctor Banner, make sure you watch out for this one. She’s nothing but trouble.”

Bruce never turned around, but only responded “Yes, sir.”

Steve left, and you were still grinning like an idiot. “He called me doll.” You squealed turning back to Bruce.

“Mmhmm.” Bruce curtly mumbled.

You tilted your head in confusion before hopping off the table. “What, that’s not interesting to you?” You teased, placing a hand on Bruce’s shoulder to turn him around.

Bruce met your eyes, and you stumbled backward a bit. His eyes were electric green, and the patches of green were slowly crawling up his neck to his jawline. “No, it’s not.” He growled involuntarily.

You found yourself a little turned on from the feral sound that he made when he spoke. “Doctor Banner, are you okay?” You asked, bravely taking another step forward.

Bruce closed his eyes and took in a deep breath and letting it out. The green slowly faded from his neck, and when his eyes opened again, they were the dark chocolate brown that sparkled with the lights in the room. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He answered calmly, as if nothing happened.

But you could tell he was still very aware that he couldn’t play this off like he wanted to. You took another step forward, almost closing the distance between your bodies. “What the hell was that?” You demanded.

“It was nothing.” He answered as he turned back to his whiteboard and continued scribbling.

“You almost Hulked out on Steve!” You exclaimed, grabbing him by the tie to turn him back around to you.

Bruce wasn’t expecting to be forcibly moved like that, and he stumbled so that your bodies pressed together. The feeling of his exposed forearms brushing against your hands sent shivers down your spine. Your fingers brushed against the veins that you often stared at while you visited the lab.

“I did not almost Hulk out on Steve.” Bruce defended himself, pulling his arms from your hands.

You scoffed, but then grinned and jab your finger in his chest. “You were so jealous!” You exclaimed.

And that flustered Bruce more than anything. “No, I was not.” He tried to step backward, but you grabbed his tie again to keep him close to you.

“Really? It didn’t bother you that Steve called me doll? The 1940s equivalent of sweetheart?” You pushed.

And the flare of green that radiated from Bruce’s irises gave you the answer you wanted. He didn’t say anything in defense, trying to focus his energy on suppressing his intrusive thoughts.

“What are you gonna do about it? Just let him flirt with me like that?” You teased, but in a different sense.

Bruce didn’t realize how close his face was to yours until he could feel your sweet breath on his face. He carefully lifted his glasses off his nose as his vision became clearer with green eyes. “I want to make you mine.” He growled, his voice guttural and deep.

You reached your hands inside of Bruce’s lab coat and rested them on his hips. “Show me how.” You whispered.

And that sent him over the edge. Bruce grabbed your arm and dragged you into his office. He kicked the door shut and slammed you against it, kissing your neck with an unexpected force. You moaned at the sudden contact and the wonderful feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin as he sucked. He grabbed your thighs and effortlessly lifted you around his waist. You grabbed his face from your neck and directed his lips onto yours. Your first ever taste of him. He was so savory and you couldn’t get enough of him.

You shoved his lab coat off his shoulders and began quickly working at the buttons of his shirt before discarding it as well. You ran your hands eagerly across his skin, feeling the friction from his chest hair against your fingers. Your lips only parted so you could take in his appearance, something you’ve wanted to do for so long. His blood vessels bulging from his skin were illuminating with green, but he still wasn’t changing.

“Are you going to be okay?” You asked with concern.

Bruce nodded. “I’ve got this under control. Just let me have you.” He pleaded huskily.

You granted him permission by crashing your lips against his again. He grabbed your shirt and quickly ripped it off your body. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. But you were so turned on by his force. He shoved your bra up and his mouth moved down to your breasts, sucking roughly at each nipple, with a mix of gentle biting and tugging with his teeth. Your hands were tangled in his curly hair, pushing him closer to your body when he did something you liked. While he worked magic on your chest, he hiked your skirt up and pushed your panties to the side. His large fingers carefully worked their way inside, pumping against your walls. The sounds you made only drove Bruce more crazy.

You were trembling at the pleasure he was giving you. You felt your pussy tighten around his fingers, and a white flash blinded your shut eyes as your first orgasm rolled through your body. Bruce gently kissed up your neck back to your lips and removed his fingers from inside you. You opened your eyes just enough to watch him suck your juices off his fingers. You moaned at the sight, somehow becoming more wet.

“You taste so good, baby.” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Bruce shifted to balance you on his knee for a moment as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers down. You could see his cock pressing defiantly against his underwear, and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on it. You reached for his underwear and snatched them down. His cock sprung out, much larger than you would have ever expected. And it wasn’t even green.

“Do you think you can take it, darling?” Bruce asked you gently, brushing his fingers against your cheek.

You nodded eagerly. “Bruce, I need you.” You pleaded.

Bruce moved his hands up your thighs, positioning you above his cock. He slowly lowered you until the tip began to penetrate your pussy. You hissed from the sting as your walls were stretched.

Bruce pressed a kiss against your cheek. “Tell me what you need. Let me know when you’re ready for more.” He whispered lovingly.

The change in tone made your heart flutter. You nodded when you were ready to keep going. Slowly, Bruce lowered you until he was completely bottomed out in your pussy. He let out a shaky moan, almost a growl.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asked, refusing to move without your permission.

You nodded, digging your nails into his back. “I’m okay. Please keep going.” You begged.

And with that, Bruce pulled all the way out and slammed back into you with alarming power. You screamed at the wonderful feeling, scratching your nails down his back. Your screams only encouraged him to keep repeating the same action, emptying you completely and immediately filling you back up. But soon those thrusts became quicker and more rhythmic. He bounced you on his cock, gripping your hips tightly. Hopefully nobody opened the door to his office or else they’d be greeted with your bare ass.

It was only a matter of seconds before you felt another orgasm building up. “Bruce, I’m g-gonna come again.” You managed to say.

Bruce grunted as he felt your walls slowly tighten around him. “Gah, me too.” He buried his face in your neck, quickening his pace. “Where do you want me to come?” He asked.

You pulled him closer to you as you got closer and closer to your end. “Inside me, please. I want to feel you fill me up.” You begged.

And that was all he needed to hear. Bruce gave a few more powerful thrusts before you clenched around his cock and he coated your walls. He held you close to him, tucking your head into his shoulder as you both came down from your highs. You clung to him, taking deep breaths to calm down. Slowly he pulled out, and you felt his come drip out of you. He walked over to the couch that resided in his office and carefully laid you down on it. He grabbed the blanket that rested on top of it and wrapped it around you before sitting down as well. He lifted you into his arms and cradled your body close to him.

You noticed his eyes were back to normal and the green skin patches had vanished. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” You whispered.

Bruce chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead. “Maybe you should’ve made me jealous sooner.” He responded.

You giggled, running your fingers through his hair. “See, I knew you were jealous.”

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jisungscaramel · 4 years

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dare | han

❀ genre; smut, a little fluff, best friends au ❀ pairing; han jisung x reader (fem) ❀ word count; 2k

[warnings] explicit sexual content, oral, unprotected sex (be safe y’all), (mild) edging, cockwarming, saucy truth or dare

The intangible friction between you and your best friend was undeniable, yet with conviction, you held this idea that it was all in your head, and instead of fleshing out the inkling of frustration you felt every time you’d hang out, you chose to ignore it.

You chose to ignore the way he’d press his palms into the small of your back when he’d pull you close, the way he’d keep your body tight on his when he’d hug you, the way you’d catch his curious stares, the way his eyes seemed to send endless subliminal messages.

You chose to ignore the way the butterflies would flutter in your chest whenever that physical contact was made, the desire that would pool in the pit of your stomach whenever your wordless gazes collided.

You chose to ignore it.

Until today.

Honestly, you couldn’t say if he was on the same wavelength as you but as soon as he said these words on what you perceived to be a usual Netflix date (hold the chill), you were definitely suspicious: “Let’s play truth or dare.”

You knocked him on the head. “Han Jisung, you know there’s only two of us here… right?”

He blinked at you innocently and rather cutely, as if he couldn’t see the correlation between your questions. “Yes… you’re point?”

You clicked your tongue, sinking back into the worn in leather couch with your arms crossed. “Have you ever played truth or dare with just one other person? I sure as fuck haven’t.”

He rolled his eyes in an exaggeratedly exasperated manner. “No, but I don’t recall there ever being a rule saying you can’t.”

“But,” you turned to him to put on your best puppy dog face… which was mediocre at best but a valiant attempt, “don’t you wanna watch Avatar? We’re almost done with Book 2.”

“We watched it already… 4 times actually… in the past month.”

“Yes… your point?” you wrinkled your nose, repeating his previous words.

“Let’s do something different for a change.”

You turn the television off. “Ok fine,” drawing out the latter word as if it were stuck on your tongue.

Next thing you knew, he was constricting your body with his limbs, happily rubbing his cheek on yours like a child. “Yee!” and then all of sudden, he was sitting back, deadpan, folding his arms with determination. “Truth or dare?”

“Hmmm truth.”

And then that small child was back. “What? Why? That’s no fun!”

You shrugged. “You wanted to play truth or dare, remember? Emphasis on truth.”

“Fine, is it true that you hooked up with someone in the library?”

“Ji, I already told you that story.”

“I know, but it was so wild that I didn’t really believe you. Now you have to tell me the truth.”

“What makes you think I’d be any less truthful otherwise? And also, what makes you think that I’d absolutely tell you the truth now if I was possibly lying before?”

He widened his eyes and flared his nostrils in a rather comical manner. “If you can lie during truth or dare, you must be satan.”

You stared at him rather blankly, speaking quite frankly, “that… made no sense.”

His lips pressed into a firm line. “It does; you just won’t admit it.”

You snickered, rolling your eyes. “Whatever… truth or dare”

“Dare, I ain’t no bitch.”

You smacked his shoulder - playfully. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

And he pouted, rubbing his shoulder. “Nothing… nothing at all.”

“I dare you to leave Felix a voice note confessing your love to him.”

He offered you a begrudging glare but he wordlessly unlocked his phone with no hesitation, opening his messages with his roommate. He lifted the end to his lips: “Oi Felix! I just wanted to let you know that I love you bro.” He smiled in satisfaction as he sent the note.

“That’s not what I meant!” you protested.

To which, he shrugged. “You didn’t specify what kind of love.”

Your hand made contact with your face in embarrassment. “Why are you like this?”

“Because you,” he placed his palms on his cheeks to squish them, “love me.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Ok, truth or dare?”

“...Just to make you happy: dare.”

“Hmmm,” he bit his lip in contemplation, “what should I get you to do?” he gripped his chin.

“Please don’t make me eat wasabi. I almost burned my nose off that one ti-”

“I dare you to kiss me… on the lips.”

When you met his eyes, you expected the usual teasing glint, but you saw none. He was dead serious, and you felt the saliva thicken in your throat, forcing you to swallow a little harder than normal.

As if your body was moving on its own, you leaned forward toward Jisung, resting your hands on his shoulders, distance lessening an inch by every passing moment. You were only planning on giving him a peck, but it just felt more natural to slightly part and purse your lips into a proper kiss. As your eyes fell shut, your heart began trembling in its confines, rattling your spine - you just hoped it wasn’t as obvious to him as it was to you.

His plush peach lips were as soft as you imagined - though you’d never admit you’d been imagining it in the first place. And for a moment, maybe two, you passed through the mix of emotional signals, focusing instead on the physical, the subliminal body language: how his hands found themselves on your hips, how his lips occasionally broke the rhythm to tug on your lower lip, how he’d let out the softest groans every time there was a change in pressure.

But then you removed yourself from your physical position, remembering the mental position you were in, biting your lips and looking away, biting your lips as if you wanted to say something, but your words clung to your throat - so you cleared it. “...truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Why did you want me to kiss you?”

His expression was serious - something you weren’t used to. He leaned back, folding his arms, lips parted, tongue smoothing over his teeth to graze the edge of his top lip. “Same reason why you couldn’t get your hands off me.”

You didn’t even have a moment to be dissatisfied with his answer. “Truth or dare?” there was a sultry tone to his voice, and although it was out of character for him, it was perfectly in line with the vibe he was giving in that moment.

“Dare.” The first time you’d chosen that, it was for no reason other than to spare yourself of Jisung’s complaints, but this time? Curiosity laced your tongue, wondering where he would take it next, if he would take it anywhere at all.

“Go down on me.”

You tugged on your lower lip with your teeth as a subtle smirk grew on your face. Of course, he would. You got down on the floor, kneeling in front of him.

You placed your palm over his crotch, feeling a stirring beneath the fabric of his jeans. “Are you gonna help me with this?” You prodded the top button with your index finger.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You’re a big girl.”

Challenge accepted.

The finger on his button flicked it undone, but you took your time pulling the zipper down. You were in no rush.

But he was.

You could tell from the slightest gestures: the way his back kept sinking back in the couch, the way his fingers kept combing through his hair, the way he hissed under his breath, the way his hips rolled up - if you weren’t so close to him, you wouldn’t have noticed any of it.

When you finally took it upon yourself to free his personified frustration, you were taken aback, not because of his girth or the throbbing redness - although that was in the back of your mind. You were teetering on a metaphorical edge of your friendship. The kiss was one thing but now you were approaching the gate of no return. But you’d have plenty of time to worry about that later... and after the fact.

You let the lust shroud your head with its black clouds as you leaned in closer. You delicately ran the flat of your ring finger up his length while dragging your tongue down, eliciting an explicit gasp from him.

And he couldn’t help but squirm under you when you circled your tongue under the head, where he was the most sensitive.

Your lips secured around the tip, and you sunk them down as far as they could go, until they pressed firmly on his pelvis. The vulgar gurgling sound you inadvertently made while fighting your gag reflex only did more to stir his arousal.

“Fuck, since when were you this hot?”

You started bobbing your head up and down, cheeks hollowing as a result of the increased suction. Every now and then, you’d slow down to trace his prominent veins with your tongue, and when you’d pick up your pace again, grunts and groans continuously trickled down his lips.

You wanted to smirk. Your nostrils flared as the corners of your lips lifted up as much as they could in their limiting position. You had to take your hands away from his hip and the base of his dick to place them behind your back just to show off.

When Jisung’s sounds became gruffer and more primal, you had an inlinking of what was to come. So, you stopped, smacking your lips with a loud pop.

“Truth or dare?” Desire poured from your half-lidded eyes, lacing your voice in a tone that sent electricity through Jisung’s nerves.

“...Dare,” he whispered, still heavily breathing.

You stood up. “Take your pants off and don’t move for the next five minutes… no matter what.”

He peered up at you with suspicious eyes, but did as you asked. His suspicion turned into surprise as you pulled your leggings and panty off in one motion, setting the garments on the ground.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a strained voice as you straddled him, gripping the back of the couch for support, aligning your now-dripping heat over his erection.

“Making,” you started lowering yourself, taking him in, “things more,” all in, “interesting.”

He threw his head back, “Fuck.”

“Remember,” you tapped your phone on the other side of the couch to see the time, “no moving for five minutes.”

“You’re so evil.” He glared at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I thought you knew this already.”

“I didn’t-” his attempt to amend his statement was cut short when you attached your lips to his jaw, trailing kisses up its line, slowly, taking your time.

He held his breath when yours blew into his ear, heat searing his skin, and you could feel him twitch inside you.

“I’m gonna destroy you when my turn is up.”

You tapped his chin with your finger. “If you can manage to behave until then.”

“You think I can’t?”

“It’s not that I think you can’t… I just don’t think you can.” You waved your hips to increase the pressure between your connected skin, and you could tell he had to bite his tongue just to suppress a moan.

When your lips latched onto his neck, he gulped, staring at the clock at the other end of the room. He tried to fixate on the constant movement of the second hand, but his body had a different agenda, preferring to focus on how good your lips felt on his sensitive skin, how you alternated between sweet pecks and French kisses, hard sucking and soft nibbling.

He felt the heat radiating from his skin, sweat dripping down the back of his neck as a result of his attempt to hold himself back. He grit his teeth, frustration crippling his body; he was this close to caving, this close.

“Time.”

He bucked his hips up, gripping yours tightly. “Such a fucking tease.” But he still held back, keeping his pumping slow and steady. “Truth or dare?”

You crashed your body to match his tempo. “Truth.”

“Do you want it harder?”

“...Yes.”

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A/N This one is also a reimagined version of a scenario I wrote for a different idol years ago

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narrators-journal · 3 years

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Could I request a BSD lovecraft x short(4”11) female reader

Soulmate au

Fluff to smut plz

And could lovecraft use his ability in the smut part?

It's not exactly what you asked for, but I hope it's still enjoyable! It was a fun bit of a challenge for me, I enjoyed it. Also, thanks for sending in an ask for this, I appreciate you humoring my weirdness <3

CW: Tentacles, size difference, technically teratophilia

Tagged: @ravenina14

Checking the clock, you saw that it was nearly morning, sighing heavily at that fact. Part of you wanted to say fuck it and go through until the next night, but your stomach twisted and coiled like a spring about to pop, you were far too high strung from a mixture of energy drinks and stress to sleep at the moment. So, with a sigh, you ran a (s/c) hand through your (h/l), (h/c) hair and sat back in your desk chair.

For a moment, you just sat there in your room, thinking about all of the weirdness in your life instead of all of the college work you still had to do. First, you'd lived since the age of eighteen with the name 'Howard P. Lovecraft' stamped across your lower back, a soul mate mark, meaning that was the name of your forever partner. Second, the man assigned that odd name was equally odd. So, fate had assigned you to a man that you were pretty sure wasn't quite human, or at least he had a very out there ability, to spend your life with. Finally, you'd met said man when you saw him walk out of the ocean one day as you went to the store. Not exactly your usual meet-cute.

That wasn't to say your soul mate wasn't attractive, though. He had that same sort of charm one might find from Illumi Zoldyck, with long, wavy black hair, tired, dark eyes like the darkest parts of the ocean, and pale skin, he also could look a lot like the anime character. Though Lovecraft was likely taller than him, and a little more oblivious. Either way, he was cute, in an awkward way, so you weren't upset to have him as a partner, just amused by the oddity of the situation. In fact, remembering him had brought a good idea to your head.

So with that, you pushed yourself up from your chair to stretch before heading out to the living room, where Lovecraft laid on your couch like a corpse in a casket, watching the television in a stiff mimicry of what you showed him when teaching him how to relax there when the two of you had first begun to settle into your new normal. "Lovecraft," you said, getting a mixture of a groan and a hum from the low energy man, "I need cuddles," Without a word, he lifted his lanky arms and let you flop onto his chest before laying his limbs back as they were, barely looking up from the ocean documentary on the television. Either way, the simple affection made you sigh as your tense body soaked up the comfort. However, the cuddles and the sounds of the documentary didn't seem to quite reach that knot of tension in your soul, much to your annoyance.

After a few attempts to get comfortable in your lanky boyfriend's arms on the couch, attempting to find the best possible position for comfort, you sighed, brushing your bangs from your face and just blandly watching what was on the television in defeat, "Are you okay, (y/n)?" Lovecraft asked, turning his dark eyes to you at last, seeming to read your body language in a single, barely-blinking look since he began rubbing small circles into your back like you'd done to him a few times when he was grumpy after working with the Guild. And while you appreciated the gesture, it did little to help you relax as much as you needed. "I'm a bit stressed out from college, but I can't seem to unwind enough to sleep." You admitted, dropping your head onto his shoulder sadly. "I'm sorry about that," he muttered, his deadpan voice doing nothing to convince you that he was honest, which he likely wasn't, but you'd gotten used to his aloof manner, "Maybe you could take a bath? Those are said to be relaxing." he offered, but you simply skewed your mouth to the side at the idea. It wasn't like the idea was really off-putting, you just didn't want to get up and go through all that work. Though, it did give you an idea.

Turning your (e/c) eyes up to the pale, dark-haired man you called your soulmate, moving so you straddled him and tried to project as much seductive charm as your little body could produce, "Y'know, there's another way to destress that I could try~" as you spoke, making your best bedroom eyes at the oblivious man, you toyed with the collar of his shirt. When he didn't take the hint, you gave him a swift kiss, swiftly moving your kisses from his mouth down to his neck, which seemed to clarify your meaning to the pale man.

He put a hand on your shoulder to stop you, encouraging you to sit up, "I thought copulation was for breeding, and you didn't want a child." Copulation. You sometimes wanted to smack your soulmate with a book. But, you refrained, simply snorting instead, "No, Lovecraft, sex can be for fun as well." You assured, "just don't cum inside me and no children shall be created." He hummed at your words, but you took the chance to slip your hands under his shirt, trying to maybe convince him to help you out, but he once again stopped your advances, "While I wouldn't mind having fun, I'd prefer to not lose my clothing." He hummed, earning another huffy expression from you, but you sighed again, your expression of slight annoyance softening, "Do you just not want to do anything? You can say so," You watched Lovecraft contemplate your question, then replied in his low energy, low voice, "No, I don't mind having...sex," he tried, making you smile at the way he seemed to learn from you, "I just do not want to strip,"

After that, you laid back against him, contemplating what to do. Sex was likely the best way to exhaust yourself and relax in a timely manner, but Lovecraft kind of needed to be at least somewhat naked for that to happen. After a moment of thinking, you came upon a compromise, a coy smile returning to your (s/c) face as you turned back to Lovecraft with the biggest, most pleading doe eyes you could manage, "Lovecraft," he simply hummed in response, "can you do that...thing you did a while back, partially activate your power or whatever you do?" He once again looked down at you, his dark eyes seeming to almost absorb the flickering light of the television, adding a small bit of sparkle to the deep sea color of them.

While he thought, you admired his eyes, coming back to reality when he spoke again, "That is a creative solution," he admitted, his arms still loosely draped around you while you smiled, "So will you help me?" He gave a careful nod, turning a bit pink it seemed, though you couldn't confirm in the darkness of the living room. Either way though, you took the compromise and pulled your clothes off, enjoying the way Lovecraft's dark eyes took in every inch of your (s/c) body as you stripped, staying in his lap as much as possible while you did. Then, you laid back on him and pressed your lips to his.

The dark-haired man still needed to perfect his kisses, but you didn't mind, the feeling of his altered arm coiling around your thigh, stroking the soft skin while you wriggled your hips and held the kiss until you needed air.

After that, you just laid on your partner's chest, raising your hips slightly so one of the thick tendrils could run along your entrance, sending a small ripple of electricity through you. The feeling increased when the appendage began to explore a bit, focusing its movements on the spots that got the most mewls and shudders out of you. Lovecraft might've been a bit oblivious to humanoid activities, but he sure did learn quickly.

Thankfully though, he didn't abuse that knew knowledge. He toyed with you, caressing your thigh and stroking you only until you were properly riled up into a panting mess of soft moans. Once you were gripping his shirt like you might burn up if you let go, he took the hint and gently pushed a tentacle into you.

The feeling of being full made you moan loudly, pushing yourself back onto him to drive him deeper to hit that sweet spot within you. He let you fuck yourself on him, watching you moan and mewl whenever he managed to hit those special spots.

Already, you were getting weak, each thrust of the tentacle sending a wave of heat through your body, clouding your mind with lust. The feeling increased when you felt a second appendage slither beneath you to grope at your breasts, another slipping between your slick-covered thighs to once again toy with that sensitive bundle of nerves that made you gasp and claw into his shirt tighter.

With so much attention to your sensitive areas, your body felt like it was on fire. Pleasure burned through your veins, turning your body to jelly. All the while, a bubble built in your stomach, increasing with each fresh wave of euphoria sent through you when Lovecraft hit your g-spot. Each wave continued to make you moan and hum lost in the tide of it until that bubble in your stomach finally burst, making you bury your face in your soulmate's neck as you came.

After that, the lightning bolts of pleasure ebbed, leaving your legs as stable as spaghetti noodles that gave out almost the moment Lovecraft retracted his tendrils. Without them, you let yourself turn into a puddle on his chest, quivering and completely satisfied after so long of working. So, without any other demands, you simply let your (e/c) eyes drift shut as grey light was beginning to seep in through the windows. It was a nice change of pace to fall asleep to the sounds of ocean documentaries as dawn approached.

#hp Lovecraft #bungo stray dogs #bsd #Lovecraft x reader #x reader #not sfw #ask #Lovecraft

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birdbrain90 · 3 years

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Would you do number 6?? (From the hand one)

@sylki4alltimealways Yes!! Sorry for the delay! This one was tougher than I expected for some reason, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!

She had no words for the feeling she got when his thumb ran across the top of her hand.

They had been sitting together, curled up under a conjured blanket, staring out into the void at the end of time. She dropped her hand down between the two of them, and he caught it eagerly. She smiled, a half hearted attempt to rid herself of the unease she felt, and continued looking out into the wide expanse.

“It just goes on forever.” Loki muttered.

“Yeah.” That was about all she could say. She could have continued the conversation, but chose not to. Her thoughts ground to a halt as an electric feeling ran through her body, starting in her heart and coursing through her limbs. She gasped, quiet enough that he hopefully had not heard. Weird, she thought to herself, but she shook it off.

Until it happened again, that is.

She felt her teeth chatter, and inwardly cursed as Loki looked over at her.

“You okay?” He asked with a gentle tilt of his head. “I can actually make it fluffier if you’re cold.” He gestured to the blanket, and she shooed away the butterflies in her stomach.

“No, I’m okay. Just felt weird all of a sudden.” She looked away, not wanting to see his reaction. Wordlessly, he ghosted the pad of his thumb over her hand again, and she was able to piece it together. His finger was clearly causing the electric feeling in her veins. “Hey, can you not?”

“What?” He looked down at their joined hands. “Do you not want me to touch you?”

“I want you to cool it with the magic if you’re going to hold my hand, you numpty.”

“Er… Magic? Sylvie, I’m not using any magic.”

“Then why is your thumb making me feel so weird?”

Loki looked down at their hands, and again ran his thumb along the top of her hand. He took careful note of the clenching of her jaw, the gentle squirming, and he smirked.

“Oh, well maybe it means you like me.”

“What? Don’t be an arse. That’s not what it means.” She looked away, perhaps a little too quick, feeling the gentle rush of blood to her cheeks and the tip of her nose.

“Right. That feeling of electricity all through your body, the flip-flopping of your stomach whenever I’m nearby, a light flush on your face that never seems to appear at the right time, endless cycles of thought that all seem to lead to the same place.” He had drawn closer to her, his breath so near to her ear it made her weak in knees she wasn’t even currently using. “Admit it, you like me.” His boldness shocked him. He didn’t know what to do if she responded with animosity, he didn’t know what to do if she responded with affection. He had no idea what they were doing.

She didn’t know either. She didn’t know when they’d gotten so close. She didn’t know when she had angled her hips toward him. Neither of them knew when they’d started kissing. They definitely didn’t know when hands had started to wander into clothing, over hills and valleys, through streams and vast expanses, down all the roads that would inevitably lead them home…

#sylki #pro sylki #love is a dagger #sylvie x loki

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thebadgerclan · 4 years

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Transformation

Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader (Marauders Era)

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Remus is suspicious of how much time you’re spending with Sirius...

@once-upon-an-imagine

(I know I’m tagging someone in this, but I just want to say that I will not be making tag list, sorry!)

A/N: there’s a picture of your animagus form at the end, it’s soooo pretty

Also this got pretty long, but I’m really happy with how it turned out 😊

Sirius set a stack of books on the table before you, a serious expression on his face. “Alright, here’s everything I could find on Animagi,” he said, sitting down next to you. “Are you sure about this?” You nodded. You’d never been more sure about anything else in your life. You hated seeing Remus suffer every month and knowing there was nothing you could do. All you wanted was to be with your man while he transformed, but it was too dangerous. But when you expressed this to Sirius, he mentioned that he, James, and Peter were Animagi and they went with Remus every full moon to help him.

So that’s exactly what you decided to do, and with Sirius’ help, you knew you’d complete the transformation quicker than they had. “Positive,” you responded, and Sirius reached into his pocket. In his hand was a Mandrake leaf, and you took it. “It has to go in on the full moon,” he explained. “And you can take it out on the next full. After that, you have to put it in a vial that ‘receives the pure rays of the moon’. I’ll explain more when we get closer to those steps.” “Thank you, Sirius, really.” “Of course. Me and James will help you whenever you need it.”

You slipped the small vial containing the leaf in your pocket just as Remus entered the common room. He sat down next to you, pulling you into his arms, kissing your temple. “Hey Rem,” you greeted happily, and Remus nuzzled his face into your neck. “Bad day?” He shook his head, tightening his arms around you. “Not really. Moony’s really agitated, he needs his mate near him.” You coaxed his face from your neck and kissed him. “I’m here, Rem. Right here.” He hummed contentedly, and you gave Sirius a knowing look, as if to say “This is why I’m doing this.” But Remus saw that look, and while he tried not to read too much into it, but Moony snarled possessively.

***

Two days later, you were up in your dorm, the Mandrake leaf in hand. The full moon was shining overhead, and James, Peter, Remus, and Sirius had left for the Shrieking Shack a few hours ago. You heard Moony howl in the distance, and you placed the leaf in your mouth, pocketing it between your upper teeth and cheek. Hyper aware of the leaf now that you couldn’t remove it, you laid down and fell into a fitful sleep. The next morning you went to the hospital wing to see your boyfriend. He was propped up in his usual bed, eyes closed in slumber.

You sat next to him, taking his hand, and his eyes fluttered open. “Hey love,” he said, voice rough. “Hey. How was it?” “Bad, but it’s always bad. Missed you. Moony was going a bit mad without you.” “I’m sorry, baby. I wish there was something I could do.” Remus squeezed your hand, bringing it to his lips. “Having you here is enough. I love you, Y/N.” “I love you too, Rem.”

***

He noticed almost immediately: you were quieter since the last full, almost silent. That and you weren’t eating much, picking at your food and pushing it around the plate. “Are you feeling alright, darling?” Remus asked one night at dinner. It was your favorite, and yet, you’d hardly touched it. “Hm? Yeah, I’m fine.” The truth was, you were fearful of talking or eating more than was necessary in case you swallowed the Mandrake leaf or let it fall out. Sirius smirked, stifling a laugh behind his napkin. You smiled at him, and Remus furrowed his brow, a feeling of dread filling him. Something was going on, but he just couldn’t tell what. But somehow, he knew it involved Sirius.

***

There was a note on your nightstand the morning after the next full moon along with a small vial. Y/N, you can take the leaf out of your mouth now and put it in here. I left it on the top of the astronomy tower last night so it’s been in the moon rays. Tonight I’ll show you where you can get the dew for the vial. It has to be from a place where no light or people have been from a week. After that, you just add one of your hairs and the chrysalis of a Death’s Head Hawkmoth to it and put it in a dark place. I’ll explain more later. -Sirius.

Relieved that the month had passed, you peeled the leaf from your mouth and pushed it into the vial. You locked it in your trunk and got dressed, getting ready to go about your day. That night, Sirius, as promised, came up to your dorm to show you where you could get the dew. Remus was well enough this month to leave the hospital wing, and as he was making his way back to the Gryffindor common room, you and Sirius were going to the grounds.

“What are you two up to?” Remus asked, trying to keep the suspicion out of his voice. “Oh, hi Remus. Sirius is just helping me with a Care of Magical Creatures assignment.” “At 9 o’clock at night?” “Yeah, we figured there'd be less people around.” Remus bit back a snide remark. “Alright. See you tomorrow then.” “See you, Rem. I love you!” You went to him and kissed him, which alleviated a bit of Remus’ anxieties. “I love you too, Y/N.”

You parted ways, and Sirius led you onto the grounds and into the forest. “Just around here,” he said, turning left and going down a small hill. “Okay, it’s down there.” Sirius pointed to a hole in the ground that you couldn’t see the bottom of. “It looks deeper than it is, I promise.” You took a deep breath and nodded, taking out your wand. You sat on the ground on the edge of the hole. Without hesitating, you pushed forward, falling three feet before hitting the bottom.

Lighting your wand, you found a small pool of water, and you pulled the vial with the leaf and a silver teaspoon from your pocket. You added the dew to the vial before corking it again and climbed from the hole. Sirius was holding another vial when you emerged, this one containing the Death’s Head Hawkmoth. You uncorked the vial and let him add it, plucking a hair from your head and adding it as well, corking it again.

“What now?” “Well, now you put the vial in a dark quiet place and leave it there until the next electrical storm,” Sirius explained as you made your way back to the castle. “In the meantime, every morning and night, and sunup and sundown, you have to put your wand over your heart and repeat the incantation: ‘Amato Animo Animato Animagus’. After a while, you’ll feel a second heartbeat when you say it.” You’d arrived back at the castle and were now at the door to the Gryffindor common room. Sirius gave the password and entered, you following behind him.

“Know where you’re gonna hide it?” “I do, actually.” “Good.” Remus was slouched in one of the armchairs, completely out of sight but able to hear everything. “Thank you for everything, Sirius. I couldn’t do this without you.” “Of course, Y/N, it’s nothing. Night.” “Night, Sirius.” Remus heard the portrait hole open and close and Sirius ascend the stairs to the dorm, and he felt tears fall from his eyes. You were cheating on him, cheating on Remus with his best friend.

***

A week passed, each morning and night you repeated the incantation with your wand over your heart. The double heartbeat was terrifying at first, but you took it in stride. Then, one day at lunch, the bright, sunny day turned cloudy, and lightning streaked across the sky. “Y/N,” Sirius gasped, and you stood from the table and bolted from the Hall. “Care to explain?” Remus asked, but Sirius shook his head. “It’s not my place to say.”

You ran as fast as you could to the seventh floor corridor, pacing thrice before the wall. I need to get to my vial you repeated in your head, and when the door appeared, you threw it open and sealed it shut behind you. There was a small cabinet on the floor, the rest of the room was a large open grassy space, specifically made for your transformation. You opened the cabinet, crying out in joy. The dew, leaf, hear, and moth had turned into a blood red liquid, just as Sirius had said.

Touching the tip of your wand to your chest, you repeated the incantation: “Amato Animo Animato Animagus,” and drank the potion. You dropped your wand and the vial as you screamed in pain, feeling as if there was a second heart beating in your chest. Then, the image of a cross fox, its fur a beautiful combination of orange and black, entered your mind, and you couldn’t help but smile.

You felt yourself shoot downward, your hands and feet changing shape, and your nose elongating. You opened your eyes, they’d shut from the pain, and you were about a foot from the ground. There was a mirror directly in front of you, and you saw your form for the first time. You had done it, you’d finally transformed! You shouted with glee, which as a fox, sounded like a yipping noise. Calming yourself, you focused on your human form, and you felt yourself shift back.

Grabbing your wand from where it rested on the ground, you ran from the room, a massive smile on your face. Sirius was waiting outside, clearly eager to hear how it had gone. “I did it!” you exclaimed, and Sirius broke out in a smile. “Y/N! That’s amazing!” He pulled you into a hug, elated for you. But at that moment, Remus had come up the stairs, his heart plummeting into his stomach.

“Y/N?” he said, sounding simultaneously heartbroken and enraged. You left Sirius’ embrace, your smile falling when you saw the look on his face. “Remus, I-” “What are you doing? Are you cheating on me with him?” You couldn’t help but laugh, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. “No! Why would you say that?” “You’ve been sneaking around with him, not telling me what you’re up to, looking at each other like you know something I don’t.

“I heard you the other night. Sirius asked you if you knew where you were hiding ‘it’. You said you did. After the last full, you were going out onto the grounds, and I know it wasn’t for class. Y/N, if you’re cheating on me, just tell me, don’t lie to me.” “Remus, baby, no, please. I’m not cheating on you, I would never cheat on you!” “Then what the hell have you been doing?!” He looked at Sirius, but he shook his head. “Y/N, it’s your decision.” “Tell me!” Remus shouted, immediately regretting his anger.

“Alright,” you said, stepping forward. “I’ll show you.” You paced before the wall three times, the door to the Room of Requirement appearing. “What are you doing?” “Trust me, Remus? Do you still trust me?” “I do,” he said at once, following you into the room. Once inside, you closed your eyes, focusing on the image of the cross for, and you felt yourself shift. Remus gasped, and you opened your eyes, looking up at him.

Remus crouched before you, and you padded over to him, sniffing his hand and crawling into his lap. He began stroking your soft fur, and you purred. After a few moments, you crawled out of his lap and shifted back. Remus was crying, his face in his hands, and you knelt before him. “I wanted to become an Animagus to help you during the fulls,” you explained, coaxing his face from his hands. “Sirius had been helping me with the transformation where he could. Remus, I’m so sorry you thought I was cheating on you, I would never hurt you like that. I love you, Remus, so much, and I did this for you.”

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry I ever thought you’d cheat on me. I love you so much, baby. I love you, I love you, I love you. Thank you for doing this, you have no idea how much this means to me, you being there will make the fulls so much easier. I love you.” “I love you too, Remus, I love you so much.” You stayed in his lap for a while, letting Remus hold you, kissing your head. Sirius had left the room, a smile on his face. Remus’ heart had gone from nearly shattering to being fuller than it had been in years, now that he knew you could now be with him when he needed you most.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter reader insert

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ahopelessromantic · 4 years

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31% ➳ S. Reid

Pairing: Spencer x neutral! Reader (if I missed something please tell me!)

Word count: 2,4k

Warnings: Suggestive content, Spencer and reader really have the hots for each other

The nature of your friendship with Reid has been flirtatious from the start. So flirtatious that the team thinks it’s all a joke... right? (A/N: Please don’t ask me what this is. I wrote this in one sitting while suffering from PMS, I don’t even know anymore.)

“Look at that walk.” Morgan chuckled to Emily for everyone but especially you to hear. You rolled your eyes, yet couldn’t help the smug grin on your face. Like girls in high school ready to hear the newest gossip your two colleagues and closest friends leaned over your desk. “You, sweetie, got laid.” You let out a happy sigh and leaned back in your chair. Last time you had been this relaxed had been… god, you couldn’t even remember it.

“What’s their name?” Emily grinned, stealing a sip of coffee from your mug. “And do they have a brother? Sister? Cousin?” You lifted your brow. “A respectable, decent human being like me doesn’t kiss and tell. But it’s a he. And he’s all mine.” Both Morgan and Emily lifted their eyebrows in surprise. “(Y/N)? Getting territorial? We love to see it.” Morgan teased. You squinted at him. “You know what? I loved flaunting my post-coital bliss in front of you, but quite frankly I’m starting to feel attacked now, so I’ll go hang out with Garcia.” Emily feigned a pout. “Come on! At least give us some details!” You just winked at her after getting up from your seat and disappeared down the hallway. On the way to Penelope’s office, you didn’t miss Spencer’s searing hot look on you, a hint of the same smug smile on his lips that had been on yours when you had entered the BAU this morning.

“(Y/N), this is bad. We’re breaking at least three policies just by being here together right now. Also, relationships between colleagues are rarely a good idea.” You chuckled and pressed another kiss to Spencer’s neck. “Then why does it feel so good, Spence? And, actually, workplace hookups are way more common thank you think. About 31% of them even end up in marriage.” “Are you using my own weapons against me right now? That’s hot.” He murmured and pulled you further into his lap. You looked down into his eyes, your gaze dropping to his lips momentarily before wandering back up again. There was just something about him that made you feel like you were on fire, as if an electric current ran between the two of you. You bit your lip and played with his tie. “You have to know how I feel whenever you’re spitting your facts at least once, too.” Your eyes met again, and then your lips were on his.

Spencer and you had gotten along like a house on fire from the day you had joined the BAU. Somehow the two of you had clicked right into place after just a short period of Spencer warming up to you. Before anyone could even tell what was happening you had become the team’s new dynamic duo. Your sharp wit matched his, and what he was too shy to say you spat right out. And that everlasting tension between you had been there from the beginning, too. It had almost cost you your sanity, the way the air in a room would change as soon as Spencer was in it, the way his mere presence made you want to either pounce on him or rip your lashes out. For a while, it had been enough to just bury that attraction where everyone could see it, in plain sight beneath heaps and heaps of slightly inappropriate flirting. Spencer would blurt out how your new heels gave you just the right height to make out with him, you would blurt out how you would like to see him in his glasses and nothing else. Everyone had taken your remarks as jokes, and you had always laughed with them. But there had never been anything funny about the shocks of electricity jolting through your fingers whenever your hands accidentally met or about the warmth seeping through you whenever you slept propped up against each other on the jet. All that tension had unloaded one day after an unusually hard case. Spencer and you had been taken hostage by an Unsub on a psychotic break, and it had only been due to luck and good timing that you had made it out alive. After debriefing, you had found yourself in an abandoned hallway of whatever precinct you had been in, and then your eyes had met. The look in them had been the same. Slightly frazzled, pupils still widened from the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You had both been so high on the incredibleness of still being alive that suddenly, you had decided to just fucking do what your body had been telling you to do for so long already. “I think I’m going to kiss you now.” You had breathed out, barely audible. Spencer had leaned against the wall behind him and lifted his chin as if he had been daring you to do it. “Okay.” He had whispered back. And then your lips had met in what you could swear had been the best kiss of your life. Your hands had tangled themselves in his hair as if they had been supposed to be there all along, and his hands had fit in the groove of your waist as if they had been made for it. Maybe you had both been made for each other.

“It looks like the unsub is citing the karma sutra.” JJ’s gaze wandered over the book excerpts up on the case board. “A sexual sadist maybe?” Spencer shook his head almost excitedly, a familiar gleam in his eyes which he got whenever a case was particularly interesting to him. “See, that’s the interesting part. 80% of the karma sutra is actually just love-related philosophy and how to sustain desire. There is no sexual component to his murders, so I think he might either be trying to throw us off or create some sort of bizarre scavenger hunt.” While chewing on one of the fries Emily had brought you all for dinner you let your eyes wander over the pictures of sex positions and quotations on the board, then to the copy of the book lying right in front of Spencer on the table. “Well, it’s definitely an interesting choice to make for a book. Spence, you’ll keep it memorised for later, right?” You spoke, mostly out of habit. Spencer winked at you in response and Morgan choked on his burger. “There’s people eating here!” He spluttered out, pointing at Hotch, who looked like he wanted to die, and Rossi, who was watching the scene unfold with an amused smile on his face. All he was missing was a bucket of popcorn to match the level of detachment he was displaying. Prentiss just laughed and turned her attention to you. “(Y/N), does your boyfriend know about your workplace flirting buddy?” She knew exactly what she was doing, a mischievous glint in her eyes. You felt your face fall for the split of a second but immediately regained your composure. “Nice try, honey. I’m still not telling you about him. Also, for what it’s worth, he’s not the jealous type. So he doesn’t mind.” You deliberately avoided Spencer’s gaze, praying to whichever deities out there that you weren’t blushing.

Later that evening, back in your apartment, you could tell that something was on Spencer’s mind. He had taken some paperwork home that, under normal circumstances, wouldn’t have taken him longer than an hour. But it had been two and a half hours already, and the subconscious mumbling he only did when he was extremely anxious set you off. “Spence, baby, are you okay?” You had been his roommate for long enough to know that he needed someone to be there in moments like these. The two of you sharing an apartment had been a decision for practicality’s sake more than anything. You had slept over at each other’s apartments half of the time before that anyway, and this way, you were even able to save up some more to hopefully soon buy the house of your dreams. The team probably didn’t even know about the two of you living together, and if they knew, they had probably just added it to the list of weird things Spencer and you did. Spencer hadn’t even heard, and it took you placing your hand on his shoulder for him to return to reality. He looked up at you with a conflicted look, his eyes horribly sad. “Are you alright?” You asked again, sitting down next to him. He nodded and closed the case file he had been working on with a sigh. “I’m okay. I just keep on thinking about what Prentiss said.” You frowned. Emily tended to say a lot of things in just one day. “Back in the conference room. The…” He trailed off to take a deep breath. “The boyfriend thing.” You were still looking at him in confusion. “Am I?” “What?” You asked stupidly. Apparently, your brain had suffered a sudden case of non-functionality. You could feel his frustration get even worse. “Am I your boyfriend, (Y/N)?”, Spencer finally explained for you to catch on. Suddenly, a laugh escaped your lips. “Well, I mean I hope so.” Now it was he who looked like his mind was failing him. “I mean, to be honest, I hadn’t really properly thought about it, but I definitely bragged about my hot, intelligent FBI boyfriend to my friends from high school. So, I guess it would be really nice if you actually were. I mean, I think I haven’t slept in my own bed in weeks.” A smile had spread across Spencer’s face, a light pink hue dusting his cheeks. “I uh… I described you as my partner in the letters to my mom, too. I didn’t know how else to describe it to her. Because I … I guess I was hoping that this wasn’t just us sleeping together from the start. I trust you, (Y/N), more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. And I like having you by my side.” Not able to stop yourself, you closed the distance between the two of you to press your lips to his. Keeping your relationship with Spencer undefined for any longer than that would have been a huge waste of potential.

Somehow, you had always expected that Spencer would one day expose the two of you by taking it too far with your flirting. He hadn’t been all too experienced with dating, sex and everything beyond that before you, that was something he had told you himself once after a few glasses of your favourite red wine. But what you really hadn’t expected was running into Emily in an IKEA, of all places. Ever since once and for all defining your relationship you had moved into his bedroom for good, which left room for creativity in your old room. The two of you had been walking around the furniture store hand in hand, Spencer with a potted plant already under his arm, when you’d suddenly heard Emily calling out your name. If it hadn’t been for Spencer’s hand firmly in yours you would have booked it down the aisle of Malm closets, but this way all you could do was turn around with a deliberately composed expression. “Hi, Em.” You smiled as if you hadn’t just run into your colleague slash best friend while holding the hand of your also colleague, slash boyfriend. Prentiss looked like she was trying to make sense of the situation, her eyes fleeting back and forth between you and Spencer. “Is this something you do now? Hold hands and buy plants together?” You had to suppress a laugh and almost pitied her for her confusion. Spencer was forcing himself not to smile as well, swaying your still intertwined hands back and forth. “It’s not a big deal Emily, we just need some things for our apartment.” Her eyes looked just about ready to pop out of her skull at that. “Your apartment?! (Y/N), what about your boyfriend- oh.” Her eyes widened even more if that was even possible. “OH!” She almost yelled, and now you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips anymore. “No one will ever believe you.” You grinned, pressed a kiss to her cheek and pulled Spencer back to your shopping cart with you.

The next day, Emily sat at her desk with her head in her hands when Spencer and you entered the bullpen. She looked positively traumatised and now you were all the more glad that you had bought her a breakfast muffin on the way to work. “Hey, Em.” You greeted her hesitantly, you tone causing Morgan to look up from his screen. He always immediately knew when something was off. “So, Spencer, huh?” She mumbled instead of a greeting, mustering the two of you up and down. It wasn’t abnormal for the two of you to constantly be glued to each other’s sides, but now she was probably starting to see that from a whole new perspective. You could hear Morgan get up and trip over his chair in his haste to get to Emily’s desk, but your whole focus was on her at that moment. You smiled. “Yup. Don’t ask me how, or why, but I’m sure about him. He’s also just really fucking attractive.” At that, she laughed, and Spencer pouted playfully. “You only like me for my body, (Y/N).” You rolled your eyes and nudged him with your elbow. “I’m trying to make a point here, honey. But yeah, it’s Spence, and I’m happy it’s him.” “You know, I feel like I should probably be more surprised by this, but it’s not really much of a change from the way you behaved already. Kinda saw it coming.”, Morgan finally spoke up, and you couldn’t be more grateful to him for being so cool about the whole situation. “Aren’t you guys worried about the pressure of all of this? You know, workplace romances and everything?” Emily mused. Somehow, she had already switched back into concerned friend mode. But much to your surprise it was Spencer who spoke up and pulled you closer to his side with an arm around your waist. “Someone once told me that workplace romances are actually really common and that 31% of them even end in marriage.” You felt the biggest smile grow on your face and turned to look him in the eyes. “I don’t really know anything, about any of this. But I trust (Y/N), and I trust what we have. I’m just hoping that maybe we’ll be up in those 31%.” You couldn’t help it. You just had to press a kiss to his cheek for that. “I’m hoping for that, too.” You mumbled. Despite Morgan’s and Emily’s theatrical gagging at your public display of affection, you couldn’t help but feel like this was a significant moment. You were really doing this. And boy, were you serious about it.

#criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer x reader #mgg #mgg x reader #Matthew gray gubler #Matthew gray gubler x reader #BAU #BAU Team #BAU x Reader

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wolfs-hunt1 · 4 years

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Wolf Kisses 2

Pairing: Stucky x Shapeshifter reader

Summary: Steve and Bucky find out the truth and end up trying to help (I can’t do summaries, I still have no idea what to write here)

Word count: 2048

Warnings: angsty, sorry for any typo

A/N: Still not sure where I want to take this XD, but I’m enjoying writing this fic a lot, so until I feel like it isn’t over I’ll keep making some more chapters. Can’t guarantee another one for next monday, because university is about to start, but I’ll try not to take too long.

THANK YOU ALL so much for the suport you have giving this story! I love you all!!!

Tag list is OPEN

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Part 1

Bucky buries his head further into a warm neck, inhaling deeply the foreign scent. Bucky doesn’t remember Steve ever having a mild fruity scent on him. He holds the body closer, long locks of hair getting tangled on his fingers. Ok now his sleep heavy mind knows something is wrong, Steve’s hair was short. His mind starts to wake up more, body stirring slowly until he can stand to open his eyes is the barely-there sunlight.

The sight before him made him real back a bit, hand reaching for the knife he kept hidden under his pillow. A woman was nestled in their bed, previously curling herself around bucky’s body, but once he got away, she curled into Steve’s seeking the warmth they radiated.

“Hey…” he whispers, shaking her shoulder for a few seconds. No answer at all. so he tried again, this time a bit louder “Hey, you…” this actually makes Steve stir in his sleep, arms tightening around the girl’s middle and pulling her head into the crock of his neck.

“What Buck…” he grumbles still asleep.

“Steve wake up.” Bucky sais now more forcefully making Steve open his eyes and look at the girl in his arms, alarmed when he doesn’t recognize her. With all the commotion the girl also wakes up, stretching a bit and looking blearily up at the two towering super-soldiers surrounding her. Then her eyes trail to the knife Bucky’s pointing at her and she scrambles out of the best so fast she gets her legs tangled in the sheets and falls, crawling the rest of the way until her back is flush to the window.

She’s breathing hard, hands raised in defense. She looks so tiny tucked in a ball in the corner of their room. Steve looks at the girl and then the knife and puts a hand softly on Bucky’s arm, silently telling him to put it away.

Bucky looks at her, taking in her appearance, and suddenly stops. Her leg was wrapped in bandages, the same leg the wolf had had her bandages. He looks at her eyes, questions zooming past in his head. ‘what did this mean? who is she? where is the wolf?’

“Ok, let’s calm down.” Steve tried to dissipate the electrically charged room, slowly climbing out of the bed and reaching for some sweatpants to put on. Bucky didn’t move from the spot, gaze locked on her, and making her shrink more into herself. From where he stood it looked like she was trying to melt into the glass. He could see Steve approached her softly, like one would a sacred animal, a shirt in his extended hand for her to take. She pulled the shirt down her head and hips, making sure all her body was covered in the oversized fabric. “What’s your name?” Steve tried to keep his voice soft, but even he was confused with what was happening.

“Y/N.” her voice was gruff and small like she hadn’t used it for months, and she had to clear her throat to make herself heard.

“How did you got here?” Steve asks, sitting in the corner of the bed to seem less intimidating to the poor girl.

“You… you brought me here.” her eyes are cast downwards, but she can still see Bucky’s scowl appear on his face. “I’m sorry….” she whispers.

“What do you mean we brought you here?”

“I'm… I’m a shapeshifter.” once neither of them said anything she continued, “I can turn into a wolf. ”

“Oh… you didn’t have to hide you know?” Steve said.

“Being hurt prevented me from shifting back, so I’ve been a wolf for this past week. I must have shifted back during the night…”

“So you’ve lied to us…” Bucky shoots, making you look up at him startled.

“I didn’t lie, I couldn’t even speak! I was being hunted, I ran for shelter. I didn’t ask for you guys to help me, I appreciate it though, but you can’t accuse me of lying.”

“Buck, calm down, let’s all try and get everything straightened up, without accusing anyone.” Bucky glared at him for a full minute before relenting and getting up from the bed, moving to the bathroom to get dressed.“Why don’t you join us downstairs for breakfast? We can talk better after a cup of coffee.” he offered you a kind simile with those words, and after considering it for a moment you relented and got up, leg still a bit sore.

Steve gave you some gym shorts for you to wear, despite having to tie the laces a bit better so they wouldn’t fall, and Bucky came out of the bathroom, fully clothed and a glare directed at you making you look at anywhere but him.

—

The kitchen was awfully silent, the only sounds were of the coffee pot dripping, and of the pancakes, Steve was flipping at the stove. You were awkwardly sitting at the stool behind the island counter, Bucky in front of you not saying a word, but you could see the war waging through his eyes.

The atmosphere was suffocating, and making your skin crawl with anxiety. “Look…” you started, “I know I should have said anything sooner, I’m sorry. But the fewer people that know my secret the safer I am.”

“What did you mean you were being hunted?” those are the first words Bucky has uttered in what seems like forever, and so you look at him to give him all of your attention, less he goes back to silently throw daggers at you.

“I… I haven’t seen my family in years. We were a small community of shapeshifters, just living our lives without hurting anyone until they came. Hydra. They burnt our houses to the ground. Killed anyone that tried to protect themselves and captured the rest.” your voice is cracking and so you take a deep breath to ground yourself before you continue. “I managed to run away, and I’ve been running ever since. I’ve been using that cabin whenever I need to recover from any wounds, I had no idea you were going to be there. I… I have been spotted a couple of weeks ago by a poacher. He saw me while I was out hunting, and he started to lay down traps to get me. A giant wolf’s pelt must be worth a lot.”

Steve had plated the pancakes and had put a plate in front of you while you were talking. When you finished and looked at them, he smiled and nodded his head to the place of food in front of you, encouraging you to eat something. You say a small thanks and take small bites from the buttery pancake.

“How did you managed to get stuck on a trap?” Bucky is silently taking in your words.

“After weeks of avoiding him and his traps he started to get more violent. He would hide loaded guns ready to fire with tripwires, he would burry the traps under the snow, he even tried to starve me by scaring away any prey I tried to hunt. In the end, it was the exhaustion of not having sleep in days and my hunger that made me lose focus, I stepped on a trap and panicked, I managed to break the chain and get away from there.

I reached the house to take shelter, honestly, I don’t know what I would do without you guys… I wouldn’t be able to turn back, so I would have just bled to death probably.”

“Hydra killed your family?” his voice is laced with anger and you can see the vein on his jaw thick, his metal fist is closed so tightly that if it were flesh the nails would have pierced the skin.

“They captured most of them. They wanted to use us for their own gains. Once our alpha refused to let them use us, they came back with guns and took them by force. They killed him right in front of me… They killed my father because he refused to stop protecting his pack.” you could feel the tears in your eyes spilling down your cheeks, shaky sobs being swallowed down so you wouldn’t be rendered to a blubbering mess in front of the two guys.

—

They let her stay up in their apartment, away from Tony and the experiments he had wanted to do to her wolf self. Bucky keeps his distance, he had felt like she had betrayed him, by hiding who she was, but at the same time, he understood why. She was on the run from hydra, for what she knew they could have tracked her to the cabin and took her.

They weren’t so surprised with what she was, Inhumans had been on shields radar for a long time, so having an entire population be able to turn into wolfs wasn’t such a big deal. The fact that hydra had hunted them and captured them, now that was alarming. Bucky had been silently devising an attack plan to try and find where they had been taken to after they were captured to go with a team to recover them. He knew what suffering at the hands of hydra felt like, and he didn’t want them to have to experience more of that if he could avoid it.

Steve had been talking to her all day, asking questions about her life on the run, and her wolf form, and the fact that she’s been living away neer that cabin for weeks now, with the only human contact she’s had, had been the poacher trying to kill her.

He’s startled from his thinking when he feels her hand on his shoulder, silently questioning if she could sit with him on the small sofa. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to keep apologizing.”

“No, no I do need. You two helped me without thinking twice, and I just used you both to keep me safe from the poacher. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I was scared he would just have followed me and would kill me during the night. So I went to try and sleep on the floor of the cabin’s bedroom.”

“Really? I distinctly remember you hopping on the bed and trying to steal the blankets.” he jokes prompting her to shove him lightly with her shoulder.

“It was freezing in there, and you two are human heaters. So yeah, I also took advantage of that. Besides I didn’t hear you complaining, if anything I was almost going to die if you squeezed me any tighter while you were asleep, I might be fluffy, but I’m not a teddy bear you know?” this makes Steve laugh loudly, holding his shaking sides to try and not fall from his perch on the barstool.

“He doesn’t want to admit it, but he really likes to cuddle while asleep!” he wheezes out between fleeting breaths. You look at Bucky in time to see his red cheeks before he turns his face away from the two of you, grumbling something under his breath.

“Well guys, it’s getting late, I’ll take the couch, and then tomorrow you can let Tony know that his test subject has run away, and then I can just sneak out of the tower and I won’t bother you ever again.

“NO!” Bucky says a bit to fast startling both you and Steve. “I mean, you don’t need to leave. If you stay we can help you find your family.”

“Buck’s right. We’ve been hunting down Hydra bases for a while now, and if we do find where your family has been taken we can save them.”

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t do that. Don’t give me hope with something you don’t know you can do. We don’t know if they can be save let alone if they are even still alive.”

“Hey…” Steve sais, getting up from the stool and coming to where you had stood up and started pacing, running his hand in your back comfortingly. “Yes, we don’t know that. But if there’s the smallest chance that we can find them, I think we should take it.” his baby blue eyes held a strength you had long thought lost, but they were enough to ground you and give you some hope.

Part 3

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enternalempires · 4 years

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The Beauty of Purple

This is a Lukanette fic with an akuma and fair warning for mentions of abuse and bullying. Hope you guys enjoy (this is mostly just a cute drabble)! Also I am technologically inept so like, I can’t figure out how to make a link to my Ao3??? But if you want to check it out, my username is the same!

Purple was her and him, it was them.

But purple was also the color of anger, of heartbreak.

It was the color his father screamed through the house until his voice went raw and it was the color his knuckle turned after punching the wall. Purple is what his mother cloaked herself in when he left, like her whole body turned bruised with grief. Purple is the color his sister wore until she turned it from mourning into bravery and learned how to love again despite the fear. Purple danced from his fingertips and stained his cheeks as sobs clung to his bedroom walls. Purple is what he has to protect himself from— his past from leaking out and his sensitive heart from twisting into colorless knots, his anger from striking, his sister meant to be held instead of frightened. Purple was sorrow, it was aching and cruel and merciless.

Purple was not meant to be happy, wasn’t meant to them.

So why was it?

Because Marinette is so many shades of pink that it leaves Luka breathless, but she’s always a bubble-gum glow when she sees him.

That’s when she’s herself.

That’s when she’s happy.

And it’s because of him.

Him who’s a blue— dark enough some days to drown his soul, dark and deep and enough of an ocean blue that he could sweep the world away in a tsunami and not even care. A cyan blue when calm, when he teases his sister, when he meditates to his guitar. But he’s a soft azure when he’s with her; indigo when she cries and a blazing navy when she’s hurt. Her laughter makes him go bright blue and her smile melts him into the color of the sky at midday.

She’s pink.

He’s blue.

And purple is still not a happy color, still not something she’d choose.

She wants yellow instead.

She’d be happy with yellow. With someone other than him.

And he wants her to be happy— so there’s no room for purple.

Besides, he thinks, purple just ruins things and she deserves to be safe.

“Lovely?” Marinette pokes his cheek, making the musician blink up at her at the sound of what the tiny bluenette has chosen to call him for months now. That and ‘sweetie’. “Are you okay?”

“Your freckles are darker than usual.” Is all Luka can say, eyes drifting over her slightly pink-tinged cheeks as the little freckles stand out.

Pink, pink, pink.

Her blush is pink.

When he glances down, he sees the frown on her lips— they’re pink too— and feels the uncertain skip in the best of her song. It makes him sigh.

“Don’t worry about me, Melody.” Luka gently reaches up and tugs a loose strand of hair behind her ear, not wanting it to block her beautiful electric eyes. “I just have a lot on my mind, that’s all.”

“Are you sure?” Marinette tilts her head and it takes almost all his self restraint not to awe out loud at how adorable she is. “I’m here to talk if you’re not.”

“I’m sure.” He chuckles, ruffling her hair even though his heart aches. Yellow. She likes yellow, not blue. “Want to hear a song I’ve been working on?”

“Of course.” His melody smiles softly— the same smile that makes his heart beg to never let it end— and motions for him to continue. “What’s it about?”

Luka smirks, “You’ll see.”

Marinette gives him a look that’s somewhere between ‘Why don’t you just tell me?’ and ‘What are you waiting for?’ and it makes his smirk broaden into a grin, lips tugging up at the sides as her nose crinkles.

Cute.

They’re sitting across from each other on Marinette’s balcony and the sunrise is orange and red and pink— and it makes Luka feel something he’s too scared to feel alone but doesn’t ask or pry. He sits there patiently and he plays his guitar for the girl he fell in love with.

If she was happy, being friends would be easier.

If she was happy, he wouldn’t mind yellow.

If she was happy… would it be worth it?

Now they’re laughing and talking and teasing and it makes his heart melt in his chest because she isn’t happy with him how he wants to be happy with her, but she’s still happy.

And it’s enough.

It’s more than enough and it’s worth it a thousand times over.

Her eyes twinkle in Paris’ lights and the sun makes her hair glimmer as it flows around her shoulders and— god she’s so beautiful and she doesn’t even realize how much she affects him and god, she’s smiling and her freckles are drowning under her blush and he’s drowning under his own love and he can’t handle it but god, he would do anything for her.

And it isn’t fair and it never will be fair because he’s blue and she’s pink but she doesn’t want him, she doesn’t want anything but to become the soft color of a peach with yellow.

Peach would look good on her— a gentle color with no chance of going dark. Yellow is too bright, too easy to love for that. Too nice of a color to make peach anything less than what she would hope.

And purple is still a dangerous color.

Purple is still dark, it’s still unstable. He knows why she doesn’t want purple but he wants it. He wants the mulberry shape of bruise-kissed lips and magenta blushes and mauve-colored winks and he wants to love her so much that it’s painful.

Purple is still them.

But it’s him now, too.

She crawled so far into his heart that all his walls crashed down into a dusty cloud of pink, and that pink mixed until she was in his lungs and he was breathing her in with every breath. He doesn’t need oxygen— he just needs her.

He loves her.

He’ll always love her.

But now it’s midday and the sky is the color of his eyes whenever he looks at her and there’s nothing dark or hard about it. It’s a soft color and a soft feeling and it expands even when the sun— even when the thoughts of yellow— try to break through.

It’s midday and they’re still laughing.

They laugh until their sides hurt and Luka doesn’t even remember why but when he looks at the way Marinette’s head tilts back with a loud giggle he finds that he doesn’t care.

Midday doesn’t last forever, though, and neither does the feeling of being drunk on happiness. Purple comes crashing in with sharp edges and a wicked laugh and draped in gold garments and purple is the color of the mask they’re wearing and purple is the color of fear that seizes Luka’s heart when it tries to hurt her.

When it threatens to make them relive their most painful memories or when their lives changed forever.

When he thinks about his father; the purple yells bouncing around their home, the bruises, the injuries he had to hide, the hits meant for his sister but left orchid-colored marks against him instead.

When he knows that she’s been hurt a lot too.

When he knows that both of them have things they never want to experience again.

Akumas were common and they were always thrumming with energy and he knew that they weren’t in control of themselves— that Hawkmoth had his manipulative claws digging into their minds— but it doesn’t help the rage that contorts and twists in his veins because how dare they try to hurt the girl he loves.

So he fights for her and she fights for him but they’re just two teenagers and they weren’t supposed to be a team and what were they supposed to do when the world feels like it's falling down onto them?

Luka felt like he was drowning but that wasn’t what scared him.

What scared him was looking to his right and seeing that Marinette was drowning too. That his eyes were growing heavy and he couldn’t breathe and he felt so weak but he reached out for her anyway— he reached out and everything went numb when their fingertips touched.

It felt like he was flying, flashes and colors and smells jerking him from one place to the next and it could’ve been years since his feet had touched the ground by the time that Luka crashed into the cold, plasticy feeling of whatever was under him.

Coughing, he sat up in a blind frenzy, blinking repeatedly as his senses tried to grapple his surroundings— skin feeling too tight to fit his panic.

“Melody?” Luka pushed himself to stand, knees shaking but not as bad as his voice. “Melody, where are you? Marinette!” Seeing her groaning behind him, the musician only sees a wave of pink before he’s already crouched next to her and holding her face in his hands.

She’s cold and her face is scrunched up like she tasted a lemon.

But she’s breathing, she’s alive— and it makes relief puncture his lungs and for a heavy sigh to escape him.

“L-Luka?” Marinette’s eyes slowly blinked open, mouth parting in some form of a daze— as if she’s looking right through him. “What… the akuma! No, oh no. This is, this is bad! I can’t be trapped here, I have to get back! And, god, Luka. I need to get back to Luka.”

“Melody, it’s okay, I’m right here.” Luka shuffled closer, both of them sitting side to side now as his hands calmingly ran up and down her arms, confused as to why she wasn’t looking at him. “We’ll be okay. Ladybug and Chat Noir will fix everything and—”

“No, no.” She clutched at her head with a groan, not acknowledging his words, blue eyes filling with terror and guilt. “If I’m here then, then— Tikki?” Watching her suddenly whirl around and stand up gave Luka whiplash and he wondered how she didn’t even stagger after being teleported to… wherever they were. “Tikki, I really need you!”

Tikki? Who’s that? Luka blinked a couple times, hands itching by his sides to just drag her back to him and never let go.

He’s blue and she’s pink but purple would be okay if she’s safe. Purple would be okay, for just a moment, if he could hold her. If he could make sure nothing else— no one else— could hurt her.

“Okay, okay, this is fine,” Marinette said to herself and Luka watched, unsure of what to do if she couldn’t see, hear, or feel him— seemingly anyway since she gave so indication that she knew he was there. “Chat Noir will fight that Akuma or find a way to break me out of here and everything will be fine. He knows who I am. He’ll figure it out.”

Chat Noir? Why would Chat Noir focus on getting her out then just winning the fight and cleansing the Akuma with Ladybug?

Luka was a Couffaine, chaos ran in his blood and he was used to life throwing a curveball and painful things his way, used to going with the flow and preparing for the worst, used to figuring things out on his own.

But honestly? This was giving him a headache.

“Melody?” He stands up and tries again, only for a wave of purple to explode around them as the scenery flashes around them, their bodies now side by side as they’re forced to move through wherever this Akuma’s power is taking them.

They’re off to the side, his Melody not too far away and she clutches at her hands to her chest breathing heavy as she stares at what looks like a playground around them, and he can smell the wood chips underneath them and the wet soil, puddles here and there as drops of water drip from the trees.

He blinks again and recognizes it.

The playground from the first school he went to, when he was five or six and still so scared of everything and anyone that he avoided people at all costs— blending in with the background and making no friends.

But this wasn’t from his memory.

It was from hers.

“Mari,” Luka looks down and wishes he could hold her, but she still can’t see him or feel him. They’re trapped together but they’re still so far apart. He sighs, looking around more and frowning. “Why would one of your worst memories be on a playground?”

As expected, she didn’t answer.

Then Luka sees her— a short little five-year-old with a shy smile and a pink overalls that are too big for her and a white shirt underneath, dark hair into pigtails and blue eyes nervously taking in all the other kids playing.

That’s Marinette.

Compared to him at that age, she definitely looked more put together. Still kind, still adorable in that innocent kid way where they don’t know how cruel the world is. In a way that he never got to experience— childhood ripped away by his father’s hands much too soon.

Kids he recognized as her now classmates and his sister’s girlfriend, but not his sister— she went to school a year later than everyone else— were playing what looked to be kickball.

The Akuma also said life-changing memories, so many things wouldn’t be bad? Maybe this is just when she made friends for the first time?

Luka hoped that’s all it was.

But then, as the rest of her memory played out, he realized that was a too-soon assumption.

She’s five when she learns what it’s like to be bullied for the first time and goes home with a running nose and bruises from when Chloe— god, he hated that girl— pushed her into the concrete. She’s called Ugly Mari for the rest of the year and it breaks his heart as he realizes that this is what started her insecurity.

She’s seven when she’s told she’ll never be loved and Luka watches as she cries in her father’s arms as she asks what’s so wrong with her that no one wants to be friends. Mr. Dupain tells her that some people just don’t have the same gentleness and warmth inside of them that she has.

She’s nine when she makes friends with her classmates and everyone learns to love the kind-hearted girl but ten when her best friend at the time says she’s too much to handle. This is the year she learned to fold any pride she had into herself and hide it away next to her confidence.

Luka wants to scream at the world when he sees how scared she is of pushing people away because she’s a little too smart, a little too clumsy, a little too late, a little too much.

She’s twelve when Chloe beats her up in the locker room and she goes home telling her parents that she fell down some stairs. She’s twelve when she makes her first successful shirt and it gets ripped up. She’s twelve and she cries herxcself to sleep because she doesn’t feel like anyone will ever love her.

She’s seventeen now and she’s watching herself at twelve years old and Luka sees the tears in her eyes and he’s on the floor crying just watching her feel worthless and he can’t even hold her and tell her how she’s the most amazing person he met.

She’s thirteen when she becomes Ladybug— he learns that Tikki is her Kwami— and Luka’s breath gets taken away at how brave she is but then is given back as his heart breaks all over again when he sees that she’s so riddled with insecurities that she doesn’t think she will be good enough to protect Paris.

He watches her make a mistake and she is so terrified that she gives away the earrings to Alya. He watches as she takes them back and helps her best friend. He watches as a cop berates her for getting them into this mess. He watches as she saves the same girl who made her feel unlovable for the last thirteen years of her life. He watches as she’s confident for one of the first times and smirks as she takes down Stoneheart and all the butterflies.

He watches and he’s back to being the love-sick man he is as he sees his Melody, the one trapped here with him, watch herself without blinking.

Then she smiles and he feels so grateful that his heart aches because she’s letting herself be proud and she might not be healed from the trauma of being bullied so harshly for years but she’s strong and she’s getting through it.

It’s the next day she falls in love for the first time underneath a black umbrella and Luka sees the shy smile on her face and he scowls because pink and yellow don’t mix— even if it would make her happy. Pink and yellow is peach but she’s nervous and so scared of messing up and yellow can’t see it and he doesn’t even deserve her.

There’s a couple battles and other heroes and small conversations here and there but their brief flashes and distant sounds but Marinette smiles anyways and waves when she sees the people she loves.

Luka sees it all and he doesn’t know how he could ever stop loving this girl who’s compassionate and sweet and protects everyone without complaining and no one can even properly appreciate her for it because no one knows.

But he knows.

And he loves her all the more.

She’s fourteen when she meets him and he watches himself play for her and he smiles as his Melody looks at the scene with a familiar tenderness in her eyes that leaves him breathless. He watches over the course of the year as they grow closer through her eyes, as he gets akumatized and as he is granted with the Snake Miraculous for the first time.

Luka sees as, even though he wasn’t her first love, she fell in love with him.

She’s sixteen when she dies for the first time in a battle with an Akuma and Chat Noir is forced to take her earrings. She’s sixteen when she comes back from death with a smile and learns that her partner is Adrien Agreste. She’s sixteen when she found out her old crush is madly in love with her and she still chooses him— she chooses Luka— anyway.

She’s seventeen and she’s talking to Alya on the phone about how to tell him she wants him and it was this morning she did that, right before he came over, and then they’re sitting with bright smiles and he notices how she looks at him when he’s looking at something else— only briefly, as even the devil knows he’d be damned if he could just keep his eyes off of her for more than a couple minutes— and Luka is blown away with the knowledge.

She loves him.

Marinette loves him.

The feeling is so purple that it makes him ache with the need to kiss her. It’s the smell of her lavender shampoo and the color of an Iris and it’s warmth and gentle and a burning amethyst and it makes him cry all over again.

He’s blue and she’s pink and yellow isn’t even an option anymore but that doesn’t matter. She doesn’t want yellow. She doesn’t want to be peach. She just wants him— she wants him and he wants her even more.

Purple was still dangerous.

But it was so, so beautiful.

He’d never give it up because of what purple was.

Purple was her and him, it was them.

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glowcrizzle · 4 years

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Today is the 1 year AO3 anniversary of Slow Show by @mia-ugly. I am beyond grateful that this experience (and it is an experience) has existed in my life for a year and felt it needed commemorating. 🎂

I’m not a creator but I made this playlist for me, so I could take the fic with me, have it with my eyes closed, while driving -- you get it. Today seems like an appropriate day to share it.

It’s a. It’s a lot. Excessive you might even say. Tumblr will only give you the first 100 songs in this, so, Spotify will fulfill you (or overwhelm you). If you hit my username on the playlist, there are separate playlists for each chapter.

This is also on Apple Music, if that’s your jam, just hit me up and I’ll send you the link.

🎉 Happy Slow Show Day!! 🎉

13 pages of track-lists and excerpts below the cut. Godspeed! 💙

Key:

Songs from Mia’s soundtrack

Songs from the Fic

--Title--

Slow Show – The National

--Prequel--

Loverman – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Devils – Say Hi

--Chapter 1--

Here I Go Again – Whitesnake

bad guy – Billie Eilish

-trash a set and shag your husband

Something About You (ODESZA Remix) – Hayden James

-what it would take for Avery Fell to let his guard down

A Little Wicked – Valerie Broussard

-The handkerchief in his hand is now stained purple

You Light Me Up In the Dark – The Hounds Below

-His hair catches the light like a halo, making him look more of an angel than ever.

Lazarus – David Bowie

-This could be a problem

--Chapter 2--

Unsteady – X Ambassadors

-much easier than talking about the way his heartbeat is still racing

Heart of a Dog – The Kills

-Call me darling again.

The Twilight Hour - Still Corners

-Looked across the set and thought, Ah fuck me. I’m in love with him.

God’s Mistake – Tears for Fears

-Avery: He’s closed his eyes again, mouth going flat and still.

Lounge Act – Nirvana

-Tell her all the terrible things I want to do to her husband

Transatlanticism – Death Cab for Cutie

-There’s a strange urgency tonight, though, and Crowley can guess why.

Do I Wanna Know? – Arctic Monkeys

-What could it hurt?

Clueless – The Marias

-“Better - yeah. ‘S late.”

Motel – Meg Myers

-The hotel room is another disaster

--Chapter 3--

Alone in a Room – Asking Alexandria

-“I’m having a moment here!”

Since You’ve Been Around – Rosie Thomas

-makes Crowley feel like he can breathe again

Home Again – The Disco Biscuits

-It’s starting to feel like home again

Every Other Freckle – alt-J

-Perfect. Ridiculous and impossible and perfect.

Something For the Longing – The Orchids

As Far As I Can See – Phantogram

-it’s been a really, really long time

Sinister Kid – The Black Keys

-“Mothering buggering shit-”

All These Things That I’ve Done – The Killers

-Crowley fists one of his hands against his forehead, shuts his eyes tightly.

--Chapter 4--

I Like Me Better – Lauv

-I liked the outline of your face under the stagelights

I Do This for You (ft. Marlene) – Giorgio Moroder

-“Let me see what I can do. About your precious Hamlet.”

The Longing – Imelda May

-Avery POV: “Look at him like - like - you can’t let him see the way you look at him.”

Just a Man – Los Lobos

-Avery POV: like he’s being led into battle and not onto a set to do the job he loves

World In My Eyes – Depeche Mode

-wants to make that bastard purr

Tired (ft. Gavin James) – Alan Walker

-Let me be a magpie for you

Blow My Mind – The Benjamin Gate

-Avery: “I know you now.”

Breathe You in My Dreams – Trixie Whitley

-Crowley’s seen that expression on Avery’s face in his dreams

Love Me Like That (ft. Carly Rae Jepsen) – The Knocks

-What have I done to - oh. Oh. Right.

Like Real People Do - Hozier

-“Sure, angel, what- whatever.”

Clearly – Grace VanderWaal

-Crowley waits for the rest of the night.

Gwendel – PeelsDeen

-Az sits in the back seat, away from Crowley. Alone.

Now I’m In It – HAIM

-Avery POV: It’s a look like an open grave, a look like desire tempered with grief…

Flesh for Fantasy – Billy Idol

-Crowley isn’t lonely for the rest of the night

--Chapter 5 (Avery POV)--

Smalltown Boy – Rosborough

-1978, Hartlepool

Bright Horses – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

-1986, Newcastle Upon Tyne

The Runner – Foals

-1991, Bristol

Shock To Your System – Tegan and Sara

-Tracy: “Why d’you let them?”

Cracking Codes – Andrew Bird

-“Forever, of course. I’ll never -”

Colour me In – Damien Rice

-Their fingers - just touch. Slightly.

I’m Not in Love – 10cc

-Less to regret by not ever speaking of it.

--Chapter 6--

Electric Current – Lower Dens

-“I’ll let you know when you find it.”

Guess I Miss(ed) You – The Daylights

-Keep talking, keep him here a little while longer.

Reflecting Light – Sam Phillips

-“don’t meet his eyes like that, it looks like it’s a lead-in to a kiss”

King of Pain – The Police

-a good reminder of the kind of life he’s got to live

I Wanna Get Better – The Bleachers

-and Avery’s gaze is so gentle it hurts a bit

Feather – X Ambassadors

-Avery: “Someone has to”

Darker Side - Jonny Lang

-Avery: “Oh - good Lord.”

Firestone (Acoustic) – Conrad Sewell

-“Will you show me?”

Velvet Gloves and Spit - Timber Timbre

-“Anthony - ”

Wrong – Depeche Mode

-Avery: “I have to go.”

F**k it I love you – Lana Del Rey

-“Not your fault, angel”

--Chapter 7--

Somebody to Love – Queen

Heavenly – Cigarettes After Sex

-“I fucking still.”

Will Do - TV on the Radio

-“You too. I’ll see you there.”

Monster – Colours

-No wonder Avery ran off like a thief after a heist

Swallow My Pride – Ramones

-“I feel fucking ill about it.”

I Was Wrong - The Oh Hellos

-Avery: “I’m the one who has to apologize, not you.”

The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret – Queens of the Stone Age

-Avery: “Please don’t tell anyone”

Wait for Me – Kings of Leon

-Avery: “Right now, I’m just - a bit in pieces.”

Don’t Stay – X Ambassadors

-“You can - stay or leave or - whatever you like.”

The Moth - Aimee Mann

-Avery’s eyes meet his, and then it’s like a car accident

Red Door – Julien Baker

-“I can - I can wait longer.”

Can’t Pretend - Tom Odell

-“I wasn’t apologizing for that. This morning. I won’t.”

Come Down to Me – Saving Jane

-Avery: “You were wonderful”

Secret Smile – Semisonic

-And if sometimes he catches Az watching him between takes

I Want More - KALEO

-Az laces both of their hands together, stares at them.

I’m Gonna Do My Thing – Royal Deluxe

-“So don’t tell me what will hurt me. I know what hurts.”

--Chapter 8--

Perfect Day – Lou Reed

Remember to Breathe – Sturgil Simpson

-“You can’t sit in the car all night you absolute nightmare”

Wild Love (Acoustic) – James Bay

-The two of them stare at each other and then both look away awkwardly.

Seasons – Future Islands

-finally, fucking finally, he’s exactly where he wants to be

Closer – Tegan and Sara

-Avery: “if you like”

I Want All of You – The Verve Pipe

-“If you think I can survive this without looking at you -”

Use Me – Miguel

-whatever he sees in Crowley’s face makes him come to some sort of decision

So Much Love – Depeche Mode

-Love, he said love

Don’t Be Scared, I Love You – Bill Ryder-Jones

-I know you, Crowley wants to say, but doesn’t.

Become My Dream – Silya & The Sailors

-“Even if - anything, angel.”

I Belong In Your Arms – Chairlift

-For nearly two weeks it goes like this.

Faster - Matt Nathanson

-“You’re going to fucking kill me, angel -”

Come Together (feat. Sivu) – LAUREL

-In case you think they don’t wake up together

The High – Kelela

-Az has pulled a stool over to the edge of the tub

Just in Time – Valerie June

-Then Az’s hand is on his shoulder, turning him around.

I Can’t Take It – Tegan and Sara

-Avery: “Don’t rush, just - like this.”

Like This – Jake Scott

-Avery murmurs and it takes Crowley back to their first kiss

Terrible Love – The National

-Flinches away from him.

Help You Out - Emarosa

-And he nods.

--Chapter 9--

I Remember You – Ramones

-The first person Crowley loved was a liar.

Brighter Skies - Race Banyon

-As if they were cut with a jigsaw, as if they were meant to fit.

Not Tonight – Tegan and Sara

-When they reach the edge of the city, his hand slides out of Crowley’s.

As Sure as I Am – Crowded House

-So Crowley kisses him.

A Promise – Miriam Makeba

-And for awhile, he believed her.

Mistaken for Strangers – The National

-They’re only two small words, but they still make Crowley’s teeth ache.

Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye – Leonard Cohen

-“Good-“ Swallow, speak, leave.

The Fear – Pulp

-Crowley should have been smarter this time. He really should have been.

Take Me – Leela James

-“I’d like you to close your blinds.”

Whenever You Want It – Clare Maguire

-“What do we do now?”

At My Weakest – James Arthur

-“It will be.”

Komm zurück - Fotos

-For years and years and years, nothing did.

Come on Get Higher – Matt Nathanson

-their feet sliding in the tub

Lay Down – Sarah Proctor

-I want to wake up with you.

Sort Of - Ingrid Michaelson

-Why is my heart breaking?

Fairytale of New York – The Pogues

-Just pump that shit straight into his veins.

What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? – Ella Fitzgerald

-Avery: “What do you think?”

We’re Gonna Have A Real Good Time Together – The Velvet Underground

-“You want to grab dinner somewhere?”

Hiding – IAN SWEET

-Crowley stops walking. Looks at Az in the darkness.

Romance Dawn – Radkey

-A slice of light cuts through the darkness.

Crown of Love – Arcade Fire

-Crowley feels like the world has never been darker, and his heart will never stop beating

Devil’s Backbone – The Civil Wars

-He thought he was ready for this conversation, but at the sight of Az’s face, his throat has gotten too tight to speak.

Sinners – Lauren Aquilina

-“If this all goes down in flames, if it all falls apart - we can go off together.”

Please Forgive Me (Song of the Crow) – William Fitzsimmons

-Avery: “It’s over. I’m - I’m so sorry.”

Start a War – The National

-He twitches and trips and yet somehow manages to walk away without falling over.

Broken – Daley

-And this soft heartache was somehow the sharpest of them all.

--Chapter 10 (Avery POV)--

Daily Battles - Thom Yorke & Flea

-He tries to remember these things - but the background is still a chorus of beeping machines. There’s nowhere he can be but here.

Everybody Wants You - Red Hearse

-Go out and surround himself with people much more interesting and available than Avery. Better people, certainly.

A Thin Line – Blackchords

-But still - roads not taken, and other fun middle-aged spirals.

My Own Soul’s Warning - The Killers

-When was the last time someone asked Avery that? When was the last time he asked himself?

Who Am I - NEEDTOBREATHE

-I miss you. There. It didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would.

Wait for Me - Jack Curley

-What he wants to say is ‘don’t find someone else. Not yet. You and your black leather and your cut-glass profile: you’re gorgeous and God knows other people want you.’

Coming & Going – Amaal

-“Two ships passing in the night,” he says quietly. Then he takes a swallow of wine, lets it roll down his throat. “If you were here -”

Iron - Woodkid

-Crowley leaves him there, pressed against the wet brick wall. Crowley leaves him there. Crowley steps between Avery and a camera, and then leaves him.

The Greatest Bastard - Damien Rice

-He can’t be the person that kicks Crowley into the ashes again. He can’t hurt him like this, and Avery’s going to hurt him - he already has.

No Right to Love You – Rhys Lewis

-He deserves someone like - like Daniel. Deserves to be loved in the daylight.

If It’s Hurting You - Robbie Williams

-Time is a tricky business when you’re dying slowly; it skips like a flat stone on a quiet lake.

Happy For You – Gayle

-But surely - surely he’s allowed just this much. Just one message, just so Crowley knows that - that he’s happy for him. That Avery is so happy.

I See You (ICU) - Phoebe Bridgers

-When Avery sees Crowley on the red carpet, it feels like the sudden remembrance of a lovely dream.

Once In My Life - The Decemberists

-Crowley: “I know there’ve been some - hard times. That’s - that is what it is. But for me - it’s been a privilege. A dream. So.” He nods and nods and nods again. “Thank you.”

Coming Down - Dum Dum Girls

-Tracy: “But I wasn’t. I was hurting you. This whole time, Az.” She shakes her head, wiping frantically at tears that won’t stop falling. “He loves you.”

I Don’t Know Anything – Little Voice Cast

-He’s afraid of finding out that all this time - he was doing the wrong thing anyway. He’s afraid that Anthony Crowley will never talk to him again.

Sweet Sour - Band of Skulls

-"And you're fired"

Heart Attack - Devarrow

-The sun is still rising when Avery gets out of the car, closes the door behind him. Though some of the roads have changed, his feet still know the way down to the docks of his youth. He was never a sailor, but the shoreline is familiar as a childhood sweetheart, as a long lost love.

Landslide - Robyn Sherwell

-He’s alone, and he’s nearly fifty years old. He could get on a ship, he could throw himself into the sea. There’s no one holding him back anymore.

All I Can - Sharon van Etten

-And he knows. He knows.

--Chapter 11--

Salvation - The Strumbellas

- there’s a moment where he swears he sees a young idiot in black standing in the crowd. Red hair gelled up into spikes, black t-shirt full of holes and safety pins. A young man who has no idea how much he’s about to lose.

Soldier - Fleurie

-And he’s still fucking here.

Easier – Mansionair

-Then he gets the fuck above ground and he calls Beez (oh great, they’re his emotional-support-asshole now. That’s healthy).

Deep End – Holly Humberstone

-“I brought you cheese,” Beez says, and Crowley starts crying.

Falling Short – Lapsley

-For the next few days, he lets his stupid body do what it needs to do to keep himself upright.

Chariot (Stripped Version) - Gavin DeGraw

-Shit, this was a bad bad idea.

Quiet Light - The National

-There’s a text from Az later that night, and his name on Crowley’s phone makes him feel like jumping off a cliff.

All That We Had is Lost - Postiljonen

-He’s not allowed to be in love with that man anymore. Wasn’t ever, really.

Heal - Tom Odell

-It makes a rather hysterical laugh well out of his throat. Anthony fucking Crowley. You are still alive.

Let Me Go - HAIM

-Crowley tries to ignore the soft, injured expression on the other man’s face as he turns away.

A Beginning Song - The Decemberists

-“What’s more frightening than having a choice?”

The Spark - William Prince

-And he likes to think he would have just burned the world to ashes with the power of his love, would have said fuck everyone, I choose you – but who knows.

Sharp Scratch - The Slow Show

-So stupid, I know, and I’m - sorry, I still love you and I’m tryin’ to stop and I will I just - needed to tell you that. I’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. Just miss you.

Beautiful & Brutal – Plested

-Crowley moves without thinking. Falls like a stagelight, glass everywhere. He walks forward and is kissing Az before the door has even been pulled shut.

Bad Chemistry - Fake Shark

-“I’ve been - thinking about this -” Az says between darts of his tongue against Crowley’s overheated skin.

All We Do – Oh Wonder

-“But I - I love you. And I can’t - hide. It hurts too much.”

Broken Strings - James Morrison (ft Nelly Furtado)

-“I wouldn’t survive it. That way it was. I wouldn’t.”

Stole the Show – Parson James

-But even on their distant shores, Crowley and Az don’t stop looking at each other. It feels like an ending. Maybe it is one. Not a happy ending, but not a bad one either.

Level Up - Vienna Teng

-excerpt from Anthony Crowley: Out of the shadows, under the spotlight

The Wire (Alternate Version) – Patrick Droney

-Avery: “I’m rather in - in love with you.”

Sweet Thing - Van Morrison

-“You can stay at my place. If you like.”

Falling in Love - Cigarettes After Sex

-“I love you. I’ve missed you, and I love you, and I want you -”

Stay - Cat Power

-He watches the slow flicker of awareness in Avery’s blue eyes. The curve of his mouth into a shade of smile that Crowley’s never seen before.

Freedom - George Michael

-“To the world.”

--Chapter 12--

Banks - NEEDTOBREATHE

-What he wasn’t used to was bringing someone else down with him, and jail would be a bloody blessing compared to seeing Az grey-faced and staring out windows, or that one time Crowley’s pretty sure the man was crying in the bathroom, trying to swallow down the sound so that Crowley didn’t notice (he clenches his hands into fists just thinking about it).

Black Mambo - Glass Animals

-“It’ll have to be.” Crowley drops to his knees. “There’s a lot of ground to cover.”

Florets - Grace VanderWaal

-Crowley can let his fingers curl against Az’s palm, can watch him open as a flame, not caring who notices.

Sight of the Sun - fun.

-That this longing won’t destroy him, and won’t destroy Az either. It’s not a shovel for burying Crowley alive - it’s a spade for planting things.

Pale Blue Eyes - The Velvet Underground

-Az drops his hand onto Crowley’s knee (“What is this song? I rather like it.”).

Only Everything (Acoustic) – Quinn Lewis

-“It’s nice to have someone make it for you, right? Sometimes,” Crowley says softly, too much love in his throat and in his hands. It’s hard to breathe around it, especially when Avery is looking at him.

The Book of Love - The Magnetic Fields

-“You bought a cottage for us.” Crowley is an animal being taught to speak through scraps of meat and electric shocks. “This cottage.”

Say You’ll Be Mine – Christopher Cross

-Avery: “But if you wanted -” Fuck, there are tears in Avery’s eyes. “If you want. I’d like to call you my husband. I’d like to say ‘let me ask my husband,’ or ‘I brought my husband with me’ or ‘my husband won a BAFTA’.”

Anthem - Leonard Cohen

-Their broken edges match. And somehow, the light still shines through.

Precious Love – James Morrison

-When the light catches them both, they shine. And so do you. So do we.

Good Man (acoustic) - Josh Ritter

If you made it this far...wow, hi hello. So, this is ours and my musical exposure is limited, if you’ve got a better song for an excerpt, feel free to shoot it over, more than happy for this to be a living changeable thing. 🤡

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a-dorin · 5 years

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mine | the mandalorian

word count: 1,941

warnings: smut, daddy kink, slight bdsm(?), a tiny bit of angst

summary: after a rough day, you refuse any help from the mandalorian. he slings you over his shoulder, carrying you to your quarters, where he helps ease your stress.

the sky stretched onward for miles, a dark navy void dotted with stars. you let out a sigh, fiddling with some buttons on the control panel. it was well past midnight, but the time was hard to tell. every hour of the day looked the same when in space.

"i wouldn't play around with those," a voice snapped you out of your trance, startling you.

you jumped in the seat, placing a hand on your chest, "don't scare me like that."

beskar gleamed in the moonlight, "i'm sorry doll, should i warn you next time?"

"fuck off," you scoffed, spinning in the chair.

"you're in my seat," the mandalorian shrugged, "and you're messing around with things you shouldn't be messing around with."

"i'm sorry doll," you rolled your eyes, scoffing, "should i move seats?"

the mandalorian let out a huff of annoyance, placing his hands on your shoulders, "what's wrong?"

you scowled, attempting to hold up a tough exterior. yet, once his gloved hands began to knead your shoulders, soothing your sore muscles, you crumbled, "i just had a bad day. that's all."

"what went wrong?" din inquired, his tone curious.

as the partner of the famed mandalorian, you were the brains of the duo. your lover, the mandalorian, was the brawn. for the past six months, you were woven into an intricate relationship with the mysterious and complex warrior. the two of you met on nevarro, where you were a bounty hunter for the guild. your first encounter with din was when the two of you accidentally collided. you were on the hunt for your next target. apparently, lando sent din out for the same bounty as well. at first, the two of you got into a heated argument, but worked it out, splitting the bounty.

it wasn't long till din asked if you wanted to travel the galaxy with him. it helped that he was on the run, with a precious bounty in his possession. he had encountered a foundling, which was supposed to be a target. din cared for the child, eventually claiming it as his own for the time being. the two of you were co-parenting, traveling the universe in search for the child's true home.

without a doubt, you loved din. even if it meant not being able to see his face. you understood the creed completely, as you did not want to disrespect din. so, the two of you found compromises. whenever you ached for touch, din would find a way to fulfill your needs.

din returned the same affection, giving you more love than you deserved. the mandalorian adored you endlessly, providing you with constant care, wisdom, and protection. you were his soul mate, without a doubt. he admired your quick qit and perseverance, as you never abandoned a mission or left anyone behind. as much as he longed for you to see his face, he knew that this was the way of life.

realizing you never answered din's question, you shrugged slightly, "things just didn't go as plan today. when the child and i went to the marketplace, he wouldn't listen to me. he was the reason why some of my trading deals fell through. he wouldn't go to bed right away either."

"welcome to raising a child baby," din chuckled, the noise echoing through the empty ship, "c'mon, let's get some sleep. maybe you'll feel better after some rest."

"i'm fine," you pouted, folding your arms over your chest.

"babygirl," the nickname made you stiffen, a slight blush spreading through your cheeks, "why don't we go to bed?"

"you're extremely convincing," you snorted, remaining still.

din tsked, a loud yelp escaping your lips, as he lifted you from the seat, slinging you over his shoulder. you squirmed, your struggle dismal against din's iron grip. you were silent as din carried you to your shared quarters, laying you down on the bed. there was not a single word exchanged between the two of you as din removed a layer of his armor. you bit your lip, the tension in the room like static electricity.

"stay put," din commanded, his voice low.

you obeyed, fiddling with a string on the comforter. din placed a clean handkerchief beside you, "here, you know what to do."

eagerly, you slipped off your tunic, casting it to the floor. you shimmied out of your pants, throwing those to the side as well. adrenaline pumped through your veins as you wrapped the handkerchief around your head, darkness filling your vision. excitement buzzed through you, as you were fully aware of what was to come next.

the clanging of armor as it fell to the floor bounced off the walls, your ears ringing. wetness pooled between your thighs. din hadn't even touched you yet but you ached for his touch. to relieve your stress. to ease all of your worries. you laid back down, the silence in the room almost unbearable.

din's voice flooded your left ear, "relax babygirl, let daddy take care you."

din's soft lips met with your collarbone, his kisses hungry as he nipped at the skin. his hands roamed your body, palms cupping your breasts as he squeezed them. you moaned softly, fueling din's desire to fuck you senseless.

sex was a rare occasion, as often times both of you were either too exhausted or handling the child. so, whenever din saw opportunity, he seized it. throughout the day, the mandalorian thoughts wandered. filthy images poured into his mind, his cock hardening, strained against the fabric of his pants. now, you were beneath him, desperate for his next move. din was in full control of you, orchestrating it all. a rush of satisfaction filled him to the brim. he loved when you were submissive. especially when he didn't have to assert his dominance.

"din," you groaned, music to the warrior's ears, "please, just fuck me."

"so eager," din purred, fingers toying with the hook of your bra, "do you want this off?"

you nodded slightly, din grasping your chin in your hands, "you know i can't see the want in your eyes baby. you have to tell daddy what you want."

"i want you to take the rest of my clothes off," your voice was quiet, almost timid.

din softened, "baby, does this intimidate you?"

"no," your response was immediate, "i love it."

"you know the safe word," din murmured, "if this gets to be too much just let me know, okay?"

"okay din," you whispered, desperate to feel his lips on your skin once more.

the feeling of din's lips on your skin was enough to make you cum. since one of your senses was taken away, the others were heightened. the way he touched you was almost like sheer ectasy. the pleasure was immense but it just felt so fucking good. you drank in every moment like this with din, savoring the feeling. din knew how to fuck you good. how to fuck you so good that your thighs shook, toes curled, your orgasm crashing into you, showering you with intense pleasure. your inability to watch it all was a small price to pay for how the mandalorian made you feel.

din's fingertips brushed your back as he took off your bra, sending a shiver down your spine. his touch was so gentle that you almost didn't feel him sliding your underwear down your legs. his palms were warm as he ran them along your thighs. his thumb connected with your clit, circling it. you arched your back, crumpling under his touch.

"such a good girl," din cooed, "your pussy is so wet for me. you're dripping."

din wasted no time, his cock filling up your tight pussy without warning. you screamed out his name, the mandalorian groaning as your walls enveloped his hard cock. he adjusted so that you could take it all, his length taking in every inch of your walls. his hands gripped your hips, your arms looped around his neck.

his lips met yours, kissing you hungrily. you reciprocated, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. din sucked on your lower lip, growling his cock pounded into you. you moaned into his mouth, the cries desperate for more. begging for more. skin met with heated skin, a dull slapping sound filling the room.

this time, din was ruthless with you, fucking you senseless. tears brimmed your eyes, but it just felt so damn good. too fucking good. your juices dripped down din's cock, flowing onto the bed. din's mouth left yours, connecting with your neck.

you threw your head back, as din hit your g-spot. stars popped like fireworks, filling your vision. you came undone, moaning as din's cock pumped in and out of you. your cum all over din's cock sent him over the edge, him pulling out. he came all over your stomach, making a mess.

"i'll be back," din promised, placing a chaste kiss on your temple.

you remained still, awaiting for the mandalorian's return. he came back merely seconds later, a warm towel gently caressing your heated skin. beneath you, cum soaked the blanket, din's strong hands rolling you over.

"here," he murmured, his hands guiding you, "stand up for a second."

you obeyed, rustling flooding your hearing. din must have replaced the blanket. he left the room once more, giving you the signal to get dressed. sighing, you discarded the handkerchief, the moonlight bright in your vision. you blinked, plucking your tunic from the floor. slipping it over your head, you curled up in the bed, a feeling of despair washing over you.

closing your eyes, you drifted off, pondering if din was going to return. sometimes he did. sometimes he didn't. your ears caught the sound of the door, the comforter rustling as din slid in bed next to you.

"i love you (y/n)," he whispered, his tone gentle.

"i love you too," a smile formed on your lips.

"i might let you get a peek," din's throat vibrated on your shoulder blade, "only if you're good tomorrow."

"wouldn't that be disobeying the creed?"

"not if it's a peek," din kissed your head, wrapping you into his arms, "i hope i ended your day on a good note."

"you always do," you sighed with content.

din began to run his fingers through your hair, the action lulling you to sleep. you dozed off, your light snores filling the quiet room. din felt exhaustion overwhelm him, eventually falling asleep himself. hours passed, and you stirred, blinking. the child's cries were almost deafening, but you could still feel a presence next to you in bed.

you rolled over, hoping that din was asleep. your breath hitched in your throat as you saw your lover for the very first time.

his hair was a light brunette mess, his skin a fairer complexion. a mustache was just below his strong nose, his lips a soft pink. without a doubt, you were in love with the most handsome man in the galaxy. his eyelashes fluttered as he slept, light snores coming from his lips. you ached to reach out, to feel his features. yet, you knew you couldn't. it would wake him.

you rose from the bed, a warm feeling seeping into your chest. your love for the mandalorian was intensified, as you finally got a glimpse at last. din djarin was beautiful soul. a compassionate, loving soul who wanted nothing more but to protect those who needed it. not only was he a beautiful soul, he was a gorgeous being. the most beautiful being in the galaxy.

and the best part is, that he is yours.

all yours.

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian smut #din x reader #din djarin #star wars x reader #star wars #mandalorian x reader

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smileyparkersmiley · 5 years

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more than just friendship, p.p

a/n: hey guys I’ve written a cute fluffy piece for peter parker, its longer than my first piece that I put on here a couple of days ago but I hope you like it. It was based off a prompt i saw ‘we both know that we aren't just fucking friends’ I didnt use the exact prompt in my writing but i for sure took it and ran with the idea. My requests are open so let me know if there is anything that you want me to write about and thank you again for reading!

words: 1.8k

genre: big time fluff

Peter has been my best friend ever since I joined Midtown High, I came in late after moving to a new area, and Pete showed me round and didnt leave my side, I don't know what my High school experience would have been like without him joined to my hip. He introduced me to Ned and MJ and soon enough I was part of the group and was joining them on their movie nights and lunches out on the weekends.

I have always felt myself gravitate towards Peter however, and I think he feels the same we have always just clicked. When we first became friends I can admit that I did have a crush on him, but that faded over time after I realised that he only thought of me as a friend, well I thought the feelings had disappeared but here I am three years later still questioning whether the butterflies in my stomach are a normal reaction to whenever he smiles at me or even does a friendly gesture.

As we grew closer and closer we started to meet up more just the two of us outside of the group to have ‘study sessions’ that usually ended with us cuddling on Peters bed surrounded by snacks and a crappy action film on his laptop that he would insist would ‘change my life’ if I watched it. Ned and MJ knew we were doing this, it wasn't a secret, it just gave them more teasing material about me and Pete acting like a couple.

I became Peters safe place after nights in Queens doing his rounds, it wasn't unusual for him to tap on my window at midnight to either get stitched up (which occurred way too often than I like to think about) or to just check in on me as he says ‘he needs to make sure i’m safe as well’ even though he is well aware that I haven't let my room for the entirety of the evening. It’s not as though I minded too much, in fact I looked forward to those moment in the late evening where its just me and him, all the conversations and look that we share somehow are different, more intimate. Tonight was no exception.

I was midway through getting ready for bed and cleaning my face when I heard the familiar tap at the window, it used to make me jump but over time I think noise comforted me more than anything knowing that Peter was ok and that he was thinking about me. I pop my fluffy slippers on quickly and my feet pad across the wooden floor to my window where I unlock it and let the familiar hero in. As his agile frame slides through the open gap in my window I immediately scan for any possible wounds and once I detect that he's alright tonight I carry on as normal.

‘How was tonight the same old or did anything exciting happen?’ I ask him, like I do every night. He pulls his mask off, glad that he's no longer restricted, his hair flattened to the top of his head.

‘Nothing new unfortunately, ya know how it is stopping the occasional criminal and enjoying the views at night’ Peter holds his eye contact for a little longer than usual when he said those last words and I just smiled back not too sure how to react. He does this sometimes, as if he's flirting with me and I struggle to read him when usually I can read Pete like a picture book.

‘come here then, let's are least fix this up’ My hands gesture to the top of his head where his hair was still flat to his head from the pressure of the mask combined with his sweat.

He rolled his eyes lovingly and couldn't stop the grin from crawling on to his lips as he shuffled towards me, close enough that I could run my fingers through his curls and fluff them up for him the way he (and I) likes them, but also close enough that I can feel his hot breath fanning my cheeks.

Something was in the air between us and it was impossible to ignore the atmosphere that had been created in such a short space of time.

‘Do you have to do this? I’m only going to put my mask back on soon and flatten it again’

‘Well you're here with me now and I want to see your curls, and hey don't act like you aren't enjoying this right now’ I tease him, but he closes his eyes in bliss as he relaxes into my hands. I take this moment to observe him, the bags under his eyes were dark and heavy, his rounds are taking a toll on him physically as much as he likes to admit that it doesn’t. His lips were also extremely chapped from being under the mask for so long, he needs a drink. Peters cheeks were flushed and it was hard to figure out whether that's because of the temperature change in the room or something else.

All I can say is that the boy is tired and I want to look after him tonight, lucky enough he keeps spare clothes here and its a Friday.

‘Hey Pete’

‘Hmm’ is the only response I get and he is fully relaxed

‘Stay tonight, please?’ I ask him moving my hands from his head to rest on his shoulders to get his full attention, his eyes open and it just proves my point that he is too tired to swing home as his pupils are dilated and darker than usual.

‘I will if you want to me too, but why?’

‘Because you're too tired to swing home and I want to look after you tonight’ I give him a small smile hoping that he understands that he's pushing himself too hard and that he needs to slow down.

‘You don't have to look after me y/n, you know thats my job’ Even Pete couldn't stop himself from chuckling at what he said, he has reached a new level of cheesy.

‘Of course it's my job, and don't ever say that again that was really cringe’ I say shoving his shoulder gently and laughing, I stop and look up at him and find him already looking back at me grinning. I feel the heat rush to my cheeks immediately.

‘Right Spiderman get changed, you know what drawer your stuff is in and I’ll go and grab you a drink ok?’ I turn to leave the room to get his water but he grabs my hand just before I’m out of reach.

‘Thank you y/n for just being amazing to me all the time’ Now Pete was the one who couldn't contain his blushes and I simply smiled and nodded as I left the room.

I open the door with the cold glass of water in the other to find Peter sat on the edge of my bed in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie that he keeps here. He was looking down at his phone and didnt see me straight away as I walked towards him and put the glass of water on the bedside table next to my one that had been there for hours.

He realises I’m here and puts his phone on charge for the night, I sit myself next to him and do the same thing. Afterwards, we are just sat there on the edge of my double bed, I can feel the tiredness radiating off of him and just as I was about to turn and say that we should just get into bed and sleep, his head places itself on my shoulder and his arms instinctively wrap themselves around my waist for comfort. It wasn't uncommon for us to do stuff like this but the atmosphere between us has been different all evening and this is no different. Tonight feels more vulnerable, for both of us but especially Peter as I can sense that he's nervous about something that has been on his mind a lot recently. My hand retreat back to his curls where I brush through them to soothe him. However, its what he says as I think he is drifting off to sleep that sends shock waves through me.

‘Y/n, I think we both know that whatever is going on between us is more than just friendship’

And he leaves it at that, he doesn't admit that he likes me explicitly but it was enough to send the adrenaline around my body to give me the confidence to respond.

‘I haven't liked you as just a friend for a while now Pete’

That was the moment where i felt his cheeks move against my shoulder and a grin spreads across his face as he wasn't just rejected. He lifts his head up to look at me in the eyes.

‘Wait, so does this mean that you like me then, you know as more than a friend?’ Of course it's Pete so he wanted to double check before he calculated his next movements.

‘Yes it does’ and I cant stop myself from giggling as I see the relief flood his face and his eyes light up. His eyes quickly glance down to look at my lips and then straight back up to my eyes, I could sense what was about to happen next and the butterflies in my stomach were doing backflips at even the thought of what is about to happen

‘Does that mean I can do this?’ I assume the question was rhetorical as before I could even open my lips to respond his were pressed gently against mine.

The kiss was delicate and gentle, everything I imagined my first kiss with Peter would be like however it managed to shoot bolt of electricity through my veins as I reciprocate the same tenderness, his fingertips brushed against my cheekbones and my hands found their way so naturally onto his chest as if this was a routine for us.

We pulled apart, keeping our foreheads pressed together.

‘It's late Pete, lets go to sleep’

I place another quick peck to his lips already becoming addicted to how he tastes and I pull him next to me on the bed and under the covers. I bury my face into his neck and wrap my arms around his front whilst our legs intertwine, he whispers something along with a kiss to the top of my head. I’m excited for what this means now between us and what is going to change, according to Ned and MJ not much is going to change as me and Peter act like a couple enough as it is.

‘Goodnight y/n, thank you for making me the happiest man alive tonight’

With those words ringing in my ears I fall into the best night's sleep I've had in a long time.

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jalapeno-princess · 5 years

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You Make Me Wild

Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: fluffy SMUT (Intended for 18+ but honestly it isn’t that graphic i’m really bad at smut but whatever)

Summary: Sex at the beach with Mark, is there anything more to say?

A/N: Two stories in one day holy balls, it’s only because I began writing both stories over two weeks ago and I finally finished both. This is based on the song “American” by Lana Del Rey and a lot of her songs have been reminding me of Mark lately and this imagine is the product of it

“Babe get in here. It’s not that cold, I promise. Don’t give me that look, you know I wouldn’t do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable..okay that was once..twice..okay we get it. Just trust me this time, please? It’s getting lonely in here.”

It was an extremely cold winter night and you don’t know how he did it, but your boyfriend convinced you to tag along with him to the beach, not caring that it was less than 40 degrees out with the excuse that he thought it would be romantic. Especially seeing as how nobody in their right minds would be out at the beach at 9:30 p.m. while it’s freezing cold. But you were so in love with Mark, that you would do anything he asked of you. Which is why you found yourself removing his jacket that he gave you to wear earlier because he knew it was your favorite, your sheer tank top and your pair of high waisted shorts. You took a deep breath in and attempted to calm down your nerves.

You were never a fan of the cold and as much as you loved Christmas, you hated the winter solely because your body was sensitive to the weather. “You’re crazy. You know that? Actually insane.” You shouted out at him earning yourself a chuckle that echoed throughout the empty beach. God, his laugh was your favorite sound in the entire world. You were sure it could cure cancer. And his smile, it was like a drug and you knew you were addicted.

At first, you thought the two of you were just going to sit down on the beach and gaze up at the stars as he held you in his arms. However, when he started running towards the water and removing his clothes before ultimately diving in, you knew tonight was not going to end on a quiet note. When you heard him shriek from how cold it was, you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. Your boyfriend was a daredevil, always seeking for some sort of adrenaline rush. But seeing him practically naked, with water dripping all over his body sent shivers down your spine. All of a sudden, you were no longer cold. The heat that surged throughout your body seeing Mark like this awoke something animalistic in you and that’s why you didn’t question yourself as you started stepping in to the water.

“Holy shit! It’s f..fu..fucking freezing Mark..what the hell?” Your boyfriend made his way towards you and held his hand out for you to grab all the while pulling you in to his chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. He placed a few kisses along your cheek before placing his chin on top of your head. The two of you stood in silence, listening to the waves slowly crash on the shore and the sound of each other’s breathing. It was so quiet, you were sure he could hear your heartbeat. But it didn’t matter, he was the reason for it anyway. Because of how cold it actually was, your teeth began chattering and your arms began shaking. You found yourself clinging closer to Mark, hiding your face in his neck and doing anything you could to warm yourself up.

“I know a way to warm you up princess. I can think of several ways actually.” He wiggled his brows at you and earned himself a weak punch against his shoulder. You could practically see your breath because of how cold it was and you ultimately started regretting your decision of letting him sweet talk you in to doing this. “Baby, I’m serious. Dive in. Really. You won’t be as cold. I’ll go in with you if you want.” He brought his thumb up to your face and gently caressed your cheek.

You slowly leaned in to his palm and smiled when you felt him place a soft kiss on your lips. Finally, after minutes of contemplating his recommendation, you intertwined your fingers and lightly squeezed his hand, letting him know that you were okay with completely emerging yourself underwater. With one more chaste kiss on the corner of your lips, he pulled you with him and the two of you sank underwater. However, you were quick to rise to the surface because it all felt like too much. The freezing cold water, his tight grip on your waist, the wind blowing against your skin. It was driving you insane.

“Y/n, babe. Are you okay?” You quickly nodded while pulling him against your chest. The need to be as close with him as possible ran through your veins. No matter how cold it was and how nervous you were being in the middle of the ocean so late at night, you felt safe in Mark’s arms. He was your safe haven, where you hid your heart. It didn’t matter where you were, as long as he was around, your heart was happy. After a while, your body began to warm up but you weren’t too sure if it had to do with Mark’s advice or just him in general.

“Babe.” He looked up at you and hummed in curiosity. “What was the other way you planned on warming me up?” A smirk rose on his handsome face and he quickly brought his lips up to your jaw, placing chaste kisses against it while rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“Swimming in the ocean isn’t the only reason you’re going to be soaking wet tonight baby.” His warm breath against your neck only made things harder for you. He grabbed you by your thighs and wrapped them around his waist, hoisting you up against his knee so that you were making eye contact with him before ultimately connecting your lips together. The way he was kissing you was all too familiar.

Mark had many different ways of kissing you depending on what the mood was. He’d leave chaste kisses along your face in attempts to get you to fall asleep, he’d place a soft kiss on your temple if you were nervous as a way to get you to calm down. He’d peck your lips goodbye if he was dropping you off to work or school and Eskimo kisses were meant for when he wanted to be close to you, yet not show too much pda when you were with friends or family. This kiss however, was intense, passionate, it felt as if your entire body was on fire. You couldn’t get enough of him. Even if it was physically impossible for you to get any closer to him, you wanted to have him as close to your body as you could.

He brought one hand up to your cheek and ran the other one through your hair. With every touch, a surge of electricity ran through you. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t and probably will never get enough of you.” You smiled up at him and reconnected your lips together. You needed to touch him and feel him or you were sure you were going to go crazy. His hands softly grabbed at your breasts, squeezing and pinching your perky nipples. Your boyfriend lifted you up higher on to his thigh so that way he could bring one of your breasts in to his mouth while his hand continued to play with the other. Mark was completely aware of how much you enjoyed breast play and something about seeing you in the moonlight, your skin glistening with water droplets falling from your face was such an erotic sight to him. You were a sight for sore eyes.

The feeling of him sucking and kneading on your chest was such an erotic sensation. Your hands found purchase in his hair and you began to grind yourself against his thigh, trying to find any means of friction to help the tingling sensation in your throbbing core. Feeling you trying to get yourself off and hearing your delicious moans only turned your boyfriend on even more and much as he loved riling you up with breast play, he needed to be inside of you.

He pulled away, earning himself a whine from you and placed his forehead against yours. Before you could open your mouth to complain about his sudden release, you felt his fingers trace down your thighs. If the cold water wasn’t enough, his touches sure made goosebumps rise on your skin. You could feel his fingers slowly graze against your center and you immediately hid your face in to the crook of his neck to prevent you from moaning too loud. When he finally brought two of his fingers in to your core, you released a sigh of relief. As he began pumping, you bit down on your lip. It was an indescribable feeling. He lifted up your chin so that you were making eye contact with him and smirked at you.

“Look at you, my pretty little petal. Riding my fingers like the naughty little girl you are. How does it feel baby? Say it. I need words.” You could feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as he quickened his pace. Your boyfriend was always so soft and gentle when it came to you, so whenever Mark would talk dirty to you, you savored every single second of it.

“S..So good..I’m so close Mark..so so close...please don’t stop.” He continued to pump his fingers in and out of your already very soaked pussy while rubbing his hard on against your thigh. It was such an erotic feeling and seeing him bite down on his bottom lip from the excitement he got from pleasuring you only brought you closer to your release. He continued his ministrations of sucking and nibbling on your chest and all too soon, you felt yourself releasing against his fingers.

“That’s my girl. Cum all over my fingers. You’re so fucking tight baby. I cannot wait to be inside of you. Now be a good girl and jump for daddy.” You did as you were told and lifted yourself up higher so that you were now sitting on his lap with your ass grazing against his very hard and throbbing cock. The sensation brought a tingling sensation to your stomach. In attempts to rile Mark up some more, you decided to grind yourself against his bulge earning yourself a loud moan from the devastatingly handsome man in front of you. His hands gripped your waist and stopped your movement all together.

“Keep teasing me y/n and see where it gets you. Fuck. I will never get over how beautiful you are.” He ran his thumb along your bottom lip and you playfully bit down on it. When you heard him growl in to your ear, you knew you were driving him crazy.

“Are you ready for me baby?” You quickly nodded while bringing your hand in to the water, reaching for him and grazing your thumb along his throbbing cock.

Seeing you look at him so innocently while committing such a sinful act in such a public setting sent your boyfriend in to a frenzy. Anyone could walk on the beach and see the two of you relinquishing in your love, but that only made it more exciting.

Exhibitionism was a kink the two of you had in common and having sex in public only turned the both of you on even more. He sighed at the feeling of your thumb grazing along his veins and as you began to pump faster, he felt his eyes rolling back. You were driving him insane. The feeling of the freezing cold water and your dainty fingers wrapped around him was sure to bring him to euphoria. He couldn’t explain how amazing this all felt. Making love to you, his soulmate, his best friend, the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with in the middle of the ocean was something he could get used to.

“Baby..as good as that feels, I need to be in you. Right now. Please.” Knowing it was his sweet spot, you sucked right under his earlobe and placed a chaste kiss there before nodding in agreement. Hearing him beg for you was something you were used to. Your boyfriend always made it known to you as to how much he was obsessed with you by loving on your body as if you were a piece of art. Which you were in his eyes. He always needed to be touching you. Sometimes he had a hard time believing you were real. People say nobody’s perfect, but to Mark, you came pretty close.

His heavy panting and the sigh he released against your collarbone from when you finally let him out of your grip brought warmth to your cheeks and you were sure his voice alone could make you come. Before you could say anything, you felt him bring his dick up against your folds. Your breath hitched at the feeling and he turned you to face him so that he could see your expression when he finally entered you. No matter how many positions the two of you would experiment in, cowgirl and missionary were always his favorite because of how much he loved looking at your pretty face while he fucked your brains out. The way you would bite down on your lip, or open your mouth ajar because of how good he was at rearranging your guts would always excite him. He would also melt at the sight of your soft, doe like eyes every time the two of you would have slow and passionate sex.

Being the gentleman he is, he would always wait for you to take the lead, no matter how badly he wanted to bury himself inside of you. He always wanted to make sure you were having a good time and he didn’t want to do anything that made you uncomfortable.

The two of you sighed in content when you finally sank down on him. The feeling of him filling you up was undeniably satisfying and with the way he was biting on your jaw in attempts to hide his moans, you knew you had the same effect on him as he did on you. “Fuck..how are you always so fucking tight? And so wet. I’m not going to last long y/n.”

You giggled softly before starting to bounce on him. Your hands gripped on his biceps as his made their way to your ass, grasping tightly while he helped you in riding him. The water only added to how amazing this all felt and he began to regret not trying this with you sooner. Sure, you both experimented in shower and hot tub sex, but this was completely different and in his opinion, one of the best places to make love to you in. He began moving his hands all around your body, the need to touch you only heightened.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I cannot stress this enough.” He ran one hand through your hair while bringing the other one to your cheek. Seeing him looking at you with so much love and adoration in his eyes made your heart combust. Knowing your second orgasm was quickly approaching, you began to clench around him, causing him to stop his movements all together.

“Don’t do that. You know exactly what that does to me. Stop it. I refuse to come before you do.” You playfully rolled your eyes as you continued to tighten yourself around him and your boyfriend was well aware that he could do nothing to stop your teasing. But he loved the feeling of your already very tight cunt clenching around him anyway, so he gave up trying to stop you. You knew he was close when he connected your lips together and began making out with you. He’d always do that right before reaching his orgasm for reasons still unknown to you, but you loved it nonetheless. Little did you know, he did this because he was addicted to your lips, and kissing you was probably his favorite thing to do. It also helped soothe the flame building in his stomach that you caused by just your mere existence.

“I love you y/n. So fucking much baby..shit shit—“ You felt him filling you up with his warm seed and you smiled softly when you noticed the frown on his face.

“Baby I’m sorry—“ you shook your head while placing a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. Every time he came before you did, he would apologize and it always made your heart flutter. Mark always put you and your needs first. He made it clear that you were his first and main priority. With that being said, he brought his fingers back to your entrance before toying with your clit while he began thrusting himself in to you again. Although the force of the water was strong, that didn’t prevent him fucking you at such a quick pace.

“M—Mark..I’m..I’m so close..Please go faster. Please—ah fuck.”

“Don’t worry princess, I got you. You’re always so good to me..let me return the favor baby.”

Watching the water around you ripple from how fast and hard he was pounding in to you sent heat to your bones and before you knew it, you were reaching your second orgasm. The feeling of his tip kissing your cervix with his pelvis hitting your ass at the rate he was going was indescribable. He milked you of everything you had and you found yourself collapsing against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and released an exhausted sigh.

“That was..wow..you..God. You’re not real. You can’t be.” He wrapped your legs around his waist and stood up, the cold air against your skin made you shriek, but he was quick to place you back in to the water. After a while, he began spinning the two of you around. Your heart felt so full. Although you both just committed such a sinful act, being at one of your favorite places with your favorite human being made you smile like a child. You could tell he was trying his best in trying to take your mind off of how cold it was, but with the way his teeth were chattering, he was suffering just as much as you were. You both began to laugh at the thought of everything that just went down.

“Let’s get out of here.” He picked you up bridal style before running over to where your things were. Your mind was too focused on the cold that you failed to realize the both of you were naked until you felt the wind graze against your nipples.

“Oh God..Mark! You didn’t plan this out correctly! What if we get caught? We can go to jail for public nudity—“ he placed you down before wrapping the towel around your body and silenced you by placing a sloppy kiss against your lips.

“Getting to fuck you at the beach is the only reason I’d enjoy going to jail for.” Once the two of you were done with putting on your clothes, he reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers.

“This was your plan all along wasn’t it? Horndog.” His laughter echoed throughout the beach and the sound did wonders to your heart.

“If I’m being honest, no. I just wanted to get away with you for a little while. Life can be a bit much sometimes and you seem to make everything so much better. I forget all the negativity going on whenever you’re around. So thank you, for being my escape from reality. I know I tell you this a lot and I don’t even think those three words describe even half of what I feel for you, but I love you y/n. And I plan on doing so for the rest of our lives if you let me. Come on, let’s go home so I can help clean you off. In other words, round two in the shower?”

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princessofguineapigs · 4 years

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A Straight Line to You | Harry Holland Chapter 5

We got more angst and fluff. The end of this chapter gets wild.

When you walked into choir that afternoon, you were feeling anxious. Harry was already there and smiled at you from the risers. You waved to him and took your place in the soprano section. Your phone dinged. Rehearsal hadn’t started yet so you checked it.

Harry: Coffee after this? I have so much to tell you.

You: Sure.

Harry: Thanks, you’re the best.

Maybe this was a better day. You felt hopeful at the idea of alone time with Harry. It was going to be fine. Rehearsal began and Mr. Ceiber reminded everyone that the solo audition would be in two days. Good thing you’d spent all that time practicing. The rest of the rehearsal was a blur of songs.

When it was over, Harry came right up to you.

“To coffee?” he asked.

“To coffee,” you replied with a genuine smile.

The pair of you walked out into the sunshine and talked about your classes all the way to the coffee shop. When you got there, you ordered your drinks and sat down at a table in the back corner. You liked it best when you and Harry could be isolated from the other customers.

Your finger was tracing circles on the tabletop absently while you waited for Harry to share whatever it was he had to tell you.

“Twice now, Heather has sent me home after at date. Actually, I’m not totally sure that she thinks of them as dates. All I know is I end up walking home alone, feeling confused. She gets handsy with me in public, but she won’t so much as kiss me when we’re alone. I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong. She came on to me and flirts with me, but then she says she wants to take it slow. And honestly, I don’t even know what I want either,” Harry explained.

Your circling finger stopped as you took the information in.

“What do I do, Y/N? How do I know if she likes me? How do I know if I like her?” Harry asked.

“Spend a few days without her and see if you miss her,” you shrugged.

Harry pondered your advice. Lately, he’d found himself missing you whenever you were apart.

“I’ll give it a try,” he said.

“Let me know how you feel in a day or two,” you said.

“Girls are confusing,” Harry sighed.

You chuckled.

“Hey, what are you doing after this?” Harry asked.

“I was thinking to go to the gym, why?”

“Can I come with you?” he asked.

“Sure you can. I have to go change first though,” you said.

“I do too. Meet you there in an hour?”

“See you there,” you replied.

Finding motivation to keep your intention to actually go to the campus gym was easier now. You didn’t want to look gross in front of Harry though. You went to change into leggings and a tank top. You weren’t quite ready to workout in just the sports bra on top in front of Harry yet. You slipped your athletic shoes on your feet. You started on your way to the gym.

When you arrived, Harry was already stretching.

“Getting a head start, I see,” you joked.

“How else am I going to keep up with you? I never come here,” Harry said.

You giggled. Confidently, you headed toward the climbing wall. Harry followed.

“Okay, expert climber, show me how it’s done,” he said.

“I never said I was an expert climber,” you retorted.

The two of you began your ascent. You loved the feeling of accomplishment. Every rock you used to hoist yourself further gave you a sense of pride. Every foothold you fit yourself into made you feel unstoppable. You reached the top before Harry did.

You thought to yourself that you could make it down and back up again before Harry finished the climb. You rappelled down, passing Harry.

“So you are the queen of rock climbing!” he called.

“How are you going so slow?” you teased back.

You stretched your fingers to uncramp them. You may have gripped the rocks a bit too hard. You were about to start climbing up a second time when a voice behind you made you stop.

“Hey, Y/N, right?”

You whirled to face her. Heather.

“Hi, Heather. I’m sorta in the middle of my workout right now, so it’s not a great time to chat,” you told her, trying to be polite.

Harry was closer to the top now, out of earshot.

“Oh this won’t take long,” Heather said, “I just wanted to tell you that you shouldn’t get your hopes up with Harry. I have him wrapped around my finger, so you don’t stand a chance.”

“Y/N! Look, I made it,” Harry called down.

“Ta-ta,” Heather said in farewell.

You watched her walk over to the yoga station before you directed your attention back to Harry and the rock wall. You climbed faster this time to reach Harry. He was still catching his breath at the top. Heather’s audacity made anger course through your veins like electricity.

“Who was that?” Harry asked when you reached him.

“Heather,” you replied.

Both of you rappelled down the wall.

“Oof,” Harry said when he hit the bottom, “Coming down is a lot faster. I actually felt my insides turn a bit when we dropped.”

You tried to laugh, but you were still mad about Heather’s comment.

“We could do some weights now,” Harry suggested.

You didn’t want to be near Heather and the yoga station was far from the weights, so you agreed.

It was past five o’clock when you and Harry finished with the weights.

“What’s bothering you? You’ve been quiet ever since we finished climbing,” Harry said in a worried voice.

“Heather said somethings that didn’t sit right with me,” you answered.

“What sort of things?” Harry questioned.

You ignored his question.

“I’m going to go to the locker room and freshen up. Meet you back here in a bit,” you said.

Your blood was still boiling and you wanted to splash some water on your face. It was pumping in your ears so much you could barely think.

One of the things you hated about Heather was the way she treated Harry like a dog. An abused dog that only wanted to please her. You couldn’t tell if she was using him for his brother’s fame, wanted his money, was just a psychopath who enjoyed playing with good guys, or all of the above.

When you found yourself in the locker room with her, you decided to say something.

“You can’t keep leading him on if you don’t have feelings for him,” you admonished.

She knew exactly who you were talking about.

“But I’m having fun with him,” Heather scoffed.

“He’s not a fucking toy!”

“Oh, but he is. My favorite toy right now. You can have him when I’m done if you like. I have no use for toys once they’re broken,” Heather taunted.

You clenched your fist. You’d be damned if you let her keep hurting Harry. Without another thought, you decked her in the face.

She was stunned at first. Then, she lunged at you.

“YOU BITCH!” Heather screamed.

You dodged away from her. She swung again. You ducked. She grabbed you hard by the sides of your shoulders. You struggled forward, trying to break her momentum, but she pushed you back to the wall. With your arms pinned you couldn’t hit her, so you kicked out a leg instead.

The pain made her let go of you momentarily. You tried to edge away and get to the door of the locker room. You made it a few paces when she grabbed you by your hair. You cried out in pain.

“Y/N!”

Harry burst through the door, totally unbothered that he was in a ladies locker room. Heather let go of you in an instant. Harry’s eyes darted between the two of you. It was clear to him that Heather had been hurting you, but she also sported a bloody nose.

Realizing she was caught, Heather pushed past Harry and ran from the room. He walked over to where you were on the floor and stooped down to examine you for injuries.

“What happened, why was she hurting you?” Harry asked.

You knew then that you’d have to tell Harry what had happened and everything she said. But you also trusted that Harry would believe you over anything Heather had to say. You were only scared that Harry would finally realize your feelings for him.

End of Chapter 5

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satans-helper · 4 years

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Pairing: Joe Elliott x Steve Clark

Word Count: ~5900 (it’s a LONG one, fuck!)

Warnings: bondage--dom!Joe x sub!Steve; restraints; blindfolding; flogging; nipple clamps; edging; fingering; first-time unprotected penetrative sex; after-care. 18+

Forgive me, Lord, for all my sins.

Written as a gift for brokenrose, as part of 2020's A Very Kinky Rockfic Ficmas Fest. The prompt was 'Steve Clark,Joe Elliott (Def Leppard,Def Leppard): Bondage.'

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“I wouldn’t have expected you to be into this,” Joe said. He was tying Steve’s left wrist to the bedpost and dragging his eyes down the blue and green veins snaking underneath his fair skin; Steve’s other wrist was already tethered, and he’d asked Joe if he was going to tie his ankles too, but Joe said that it “wouldn’t be possible” for what he wanted to do with him. Joe leaned down and looked into Steve’s eyes: “You’re somehow always full of surprises. Maybe because you’re so quiet,” he added absentmindedly, lifting himself up again to tighten the knot.

“I’ve hinted before,” Steve said softly. “That I want to try, anyway.” He’d hinted because Joe had been so goddamn vocal about being into it himself--tying people up, spanking them, gagging them, bringing that macho-man role to the table and amping it up until someone could come just from the sound of his voice. Steve felt so exposed--fully naked, baring it all for Joe to see, while the frontman was still fully clothed. Steve had seen that hard body before but, with being tied up and teased, he was practically salivating to see it again.

Who would have thought?

Joe’s voice rose: “Have you?” He chuckled and straddled Steve’s hips, folding himself over him and bringing their mouths together.

Oh, Joe’s kisses--something Steve had learned to love and crave so much. Sometimes it was hard to not literally beg for Joe to kiss him when they got a spare moment or a quick shadow to pass through. Steve strained against the ties, oh-so-ready to wrap his arms around Joe, and let out a little noise of disapproval when he realized he couldn’t.

“I thought you wanted this?” Joe questioned as he pulled back, almost frowning.

“I do,” Steve said. The weight of Joe on top of him was making him hard and needy. He wondered if Joe could feel his erection growing and growing with each microscopic movement and each half-degree rise in temperature between them.

Joe ran his hands along the rope binding Steve’s wrists. “It’s a shame we have to do this on a bed. I’d rather have you standing,” he said, then smirked. “Then get you on your knees.”

Eager to please, Steve thought. Yeah, that’s what he was.

“We couldn’t use your playroom?” Steve asked, only partially joking.

“Ha!” Joe bellowed and bent down to kiss him again. “I wish I had a playroom. But this’ll have to do.” He hopped off the bed and grabbed a bandanna from the dresser--everything was already there, a small collection of “toys and tools” that he had spread out on the wood, the bandanna first in line.

When Joe made it taut and started to move the fabric above Steve’s head, Steve bucked at his ties. “No, wait,” he pleaded, and Joe stopped, his knees sinking into the side of the mattress. He took in the sight of Joe’s tanned arms and the sturdy torso underneath his shirt, the little strip of bare skin exposed above his waistband. “I wanna see you.”

Joe smiled--not cocky, truly sincere. “You’ll see me again soon,” he said and started to gently place the blindfold over Steve’s eyes and tie it behind his head. When he spoke again, Joe’s voice sounded further away yet even closer all at once, and Steve felt himself get completely hard at the next statement. “If you’re good.” He felt Joe move off the bed again and then heard, “What do you want first? Any preference?”

Was that part of the dom-sub relationship? Steve thought the “dom” just did whatever he wanted. He was so flustered he couldn’t even remember what the options were. “Um--” he started to say, trying to visualize Joe standing at the dresser in front of all his stuff. “Whatever you want, Joe--”

Joe reached down and cupped the side of his face, running his thumb over his bottom lip. “No, it’s about what YOU want,” he said, stroking the first signs of stubble with his fingertips as Steve’s lips parted. “So what do you want, honey?”

Steve might as well have been putty in Joe’s hands. He swiveled one leg to the side, trying to get any contact with him, and felt his foot nudge against his thigh. Before he could answer, Joe’s hands were pushing his leg back into place, straight as an arrow down the bed. “None of that,” he said with a laugh, patting Steve’s knee. “You’re not allowed.”

Steve frowned and stopped himself from fidgeting. “Okay.”

“Let’s just start nice and slow,” Joe said, letting the words fall from his tongue leisurely. He straddled Steve again and ran his fingers down his torso. “We haven’t had much time together, Steve. Not ‘til now.”

Steve shivered in the cool air and with Joe’s light touches down his chest, down his ribs, and along his stomach. “No, I s’pose not.” His breath hitched when Joe's fingers just barely brushed through his pubic hair but ignored his hard-on. Was asking for more something he could do? Or would Joe punish him? Did he want to be punished?

He could admit to himself that he’d thought about Joe roughing him up before. Not in a violent way per se, but Steve had had fleeting--or, admittedly, pervasive--thoughts of Joe grabbing him by the throat, or the hair, or his wrist, and throwing him against a wall, shoving his hand down his pants, making him turn around and--

Joe’s fingers skittered up to his armpits--one of Steve’s knees tried to jerk itself up but was stopped by Joe sitting on top of him.

“Are you ticklish?” Joe asked, fingers edging dangerously toward the vulnerable skin and wiry hairs. “Should we find out?”

Steve’s legs thrashed as much as they could underneath Joe when the butterfly touches finally fluttered over his armpits. “No, Joe!” he cried out, laughing. What a fucking bastard. Steve had never heard of tickling being a sexual thing, but it seemed fitting for Joe to toy with him like that, especially when he couldn’t do much to fight back. “Stop!”

Joe’s disembodied laugh boomed right through the room. “Alright, alright.” His hands explored Steve’s flushed chest. “Do you remember your safe word? Instead of saying ‘stop?’”

“I thought,” Steve started, trying to catch his breath. “That was for when I feel unsafe.”

“It’s for whenever you want to stop. Doesn’t matter what the situation is,” Joe corrected. “‘Stop’ can be kind of...ambiguous. Your safe word means you’re demanding me to literally stop, and stop everything. No confusion.”

“Right, no confusion at all,” Steve quipped, squirming with Joe’s weight on top of him and his still-neglected hard-on.

“I’m serious,” Joe said, an authoritative sternness in his voice that nearly made Steve quiver. “Do you understand? We can only go on if you understand.”

Steve nodded. Damn it, he really wished he could see Joe. Each second was driving him more wild. “I understand,” he said, and tried to shimmy his hips to rub his erection against him.

Joe pressed one palm against Steve’s chest to still him and used the other hand to cup his jaw. “You understand WHAT?”

Steve’s heart started to race in anticipation. “I understand that I need to say the safeword.”

“Good. But how are you supposed to address me once we begin?”

OH. Steve swallowed. “I understand...sir.” He could feel Joe’s satisfaction simmer through the room like a wave and Steve could imagine the grin spread across his face as the word left his lips. It made Steve hot too, honestly, and he wasn’t going to try and pretend like it didn’t. He needed some attention--more attention than a bout of tickling.

When one of Joe’s hands started to explore him again and the other clasped his jaw more tightly, Steve felt a whine rise in his throat. He tried to spread his legs but failed, though he succeeded in getting some much-needed friction against his groin.

“So needy,” Joe remarked. “You’re going to have to wait for that.” Suddenly his weight was gone from the bed and he said, “But don’t worry--I’ll make you feel so good in other ways. New ways.” Steve heard something lightly slap against skin, but not his own, and his body tightened; he felt something sleek and cool trail down the center of his torso, something that tickled him again but not enough to laugh.

“Is that the--” Steve started to ask, but his words were cut off when the vaguely familiar tendrils ran over his groin.

“The whip,” Joe finished. He saw Steve swallow and brace himself for it, all his limbs rigid and his neck taut, mouth pressed into a line. He dragged the whip down Steve’s leg, back up, then down the other. “Relax--just breathe. I won’t start until you’re ready. But if we do start, you have to remember to breathe, okay?”

Steve nodded and let out the breath he’d been holding. They’d talked about all the possibilities before, but so many had disappeared in a flurry from his mind when he was actually tied up--the whip was something he’d been a little excited for, albeit a little scared, too. He’d never known pain could be pleasurable, not really, until Joe kept blabbing about all of his “experiences” and, each time he and Joe had fooled around, Steve had secretly--and then not so secretly--wished that Joe would really take charge and show him how pain could turn into something even more remarkable.

The whip was dragged over about as much as Joe could manage--Steve’s arms, shoulders, chest, stomach, hips, legs, all of him all over again and again as Steve gradually relaxed and his breathing calmed and slowed. “How’s it feel?” he asked as he paused to part his legs enough to expose his inner thighs, so soft and tender under his hands--great canvases.

“It feels like…” Steve started, trying to think of the best way to describe it, slightly distracted by Joe’s fingers kneading his thighs. That alone felt more intense than it ever had before, like electric sparks were being sent from his fingertips. “Ticklish, almost like...butterfly kisses. But everywhere.”

Joe smiled. “Think you’re ready for more?”

Steve nodded again. “Yes.”

Joe squeezed his thigh. “Yes..?”

Fuck. “Yes sir.” Steve felt the tails of the whip brush more intently over his thighs, swirling over his already-quivering skin, and took a deep breath.

“That’s it,” Joe cooed from beyond the blindfold; Steve took another breath and waited, then let it go when he felt the whip snap against his thigh. He didn’t make a sound beyond that, just waited for the next snap of it and it came quick on the other thigh.

“You’re keeping still,” Joe said, snapping the whip again. Steve kept quiet but his back arched, and Joe brought the whip up to his lower stomach and snapped it there, too. “Good. If you move, that’s okay, but I’ll follow you.”

Steve managed to say, “Okay” and then the whip was all over him, from his chest down to his calves, and Joe had told the truth--whenever Steve moved, which wasn’t much beyond twisting around a couple inches and his legs twitching of their own accord, Joe’s whip followed him right along. He kept breathing, counting his breaths instead of the number of lashes he was getting, and the black in front of his eyes gradually became a deep shade of red.

At the crack of the whip against his left hip, the pain suddenly shot through Steve’s body all at once. He wanted to howl, wanted to curse, but he bit his lip and whimpered instead; his breathing became ragged and he could feel tears soaking into the bandanna around his eyes as his entire body shook. It hurt, it hurt fucking bad, but he could feel he was at least still half-hard and the thought of “I want more” was stronger than the thought of “I want to stop.”

Joe raked the tails of the whip slowly down his leg. “Breathe, Steve,” he instructed, watching the rapid rise and fall of his flushed chest. “And be vocal if you need to. It’s okay.”

Steve could only imagine how pink, maybe even red, his whole body must have been. It felt like all of his skin was on fire--each and every nerve was screaming and burning, and he wished he were sinking into an ice bath instead of the slightly scratchy bed sheets. When Joe’s hands soothingly gripped and ran up his legs, though, he forgot all about the bed beneath him--his focus was on the sensations, all of them.

The gentle whispers over his burning skin continued and Steve followed the lines in his mind; once his breathing was steady again, Joe cracked the whip against his flank and Steve actually yelped.

“Let it out,” Joe said. “Remember--it’s just us.”

That was true. For once, they had some privacy and, also for once, Joe wasn’t running his mouth over anyone else, not even Steve. Steve let it all go as Joe went on, managing to verbalize more than he moved in response to the lashes, until his heart was pounding in his ears and his throat and his nerves were shrieking inside him.

Joe smacked his thigh, hard enough for the slap to sound past Steve’s heartbeat. “You like that?” he asked, nearly in a growl. “You like being whipped?”

Steve guessed he did. He must have. As much as it hurt, he was reeling delightfully in the burning sensation and the stinging, the heat soaring through his muscles and even more so with Joe’s hands on him. “Yes,” he answered, quickly adding, “sir.”

“That’s good to hear,” Joe replied, gazing over Steve’s body. He was all flushed, all bright pink, but Joe hadn’t broken any skin--good. There would be marks eventually, maybe some bruises, but no blood, not ever. “You look so good like this, tied up and at my mercy.” Funny choice of words, Steve thought, because then Joe asked, “What do you want me to do to you?”

Steve almost frowned. “No more of that?”

Joe chuckled. “You want more? Normally, I wouldn’t object, but I’m getting dangerously close to breaking skin, and I won’t do that.”

“Oh,” Steve said. He tried to think of what he wanted, but his mind was a blur. It was hard to focus with his body so on fire, but then he remembered what Joe was packing, what he’d have tastes of but never the whole thing. When he felt Joe’s hands on his hips, pressing so hard Steve figured he’d have handprints there, he squirmed a bit and said, “Will you...fuck me?”

Joe almost laughed. He’d kept Steve’s legs free with this very thing in mind, though he hadn’t expressed it beyond slight implication. They’d never gone all the way before and he’d hoped they’d be able to tonight, though he wasn’t sure how Steve would take everything--he had expected him to do well but, even still, he’d exceeded Joe’s expectations. He was hard in his pants, straining at the fly, and he’d forgotten about his erection until Steve broached the subject. Steve wasn’t really hard anymore, but Joe saw his dick twitch when he palmed his thighs again, right over the red marks.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Joe asked, kneeling between Steve’s legs and bending down, sinking his teeth into his inner thigh. Steve hissed and cursed under his breath; Joe waited another second for an answer but, upon not getting one, he smacked his thigh again. “Do you?”

Steve whimpered and spread his legs wider. “Yes, sir, I want you to fuck me.”

Joe smiled, then tapped Steve’s leg. “Time out.”

Steve lifted his head up, as if he was trying to look at Joe through the blindfold. “What?”

“You want this to be our, er, ‘first time?’” Joe asked. He needed to be sure--some bruises might be more easily forgiven (or forgotten) than actual sex. “While you’re tied up?”

“Yeah.” Steve boldly and blindly hooked his calf around Joe’s waist. “I’ve wanted to...for a while. Thought about it a lot. Not exactly like this but…” He trailed off, nervously waiting for Joe’s response. What if he didn’t want to have sex at all? Did he ruin the whole experience as it had just gotten started?

Apparently not--Joe growled from low in his throat and Steve felt warm lips on his thigh, kissing one and then the other, oh-so conveniently missing his junk. He opened his mouth to politely ask for more but Joe beat him to it--a big, sturdy hand wrapped around his cock and started to stroke it back to life.

“I’ll have to give you some more attention then,” Joe purred, satisfied in seeing Steve squirm and arch into his touch. He ran his thumb down the seam of Steve’s balls as he stroked his cock, feeling the weight get denser and firmer in his hand. “Is that what you needed all along, Steve? Some attention?”

Steve bucked once into Joe’s hand--he was so close to coming already, just from those few strokes, the build-up of anticipation, need and being stimulated over his whole body too much to hold back. “Yeah,” he breathed, making his hands into fists as he pulled against the restraints.

“Who do you need attention from?” Joe asked, using one hand to undo the fly of his own pants.

Just a couple more twists of Joe’s hand and Steve knew he would blow; he bucked again, heart frantic, sweat breaking out along his hairline: “You.”

Joe opened the flays of his pants and rubbed his cock through his underwear, fully hard and leaking with that single word from Steve. “Is that right?” he asked, leaning forward and dribbling saliva onto the head of Steve’s cock, stroking it down over his shaft; he was going faster, getting more turned on by Steve’s whining and fast breaths, and the brush of pubic hair against his fist as he kept bucking his hips.

“Joe--sir--” Steve sputtered, barely able to catch his breath enough to speak. “I’m gonna--please--”

“Yeah?” Joe worked Steve faster, one hand up and down, twisting, the other caressing his balls. He could feel the heat and the weight, the fluid inside so close to breaking up and through but, when Steve moaned his name again and panted, whining from high in his throat, Joe abruptly took his hands away.

“Fuck!” Steve screeched as Joe’s hands disappeared from his cock and came down to smack both his thighs, so hard he could nearly see stars behind the blindfold.

Joe dug his fingers into his thighs and pushed them forward, sinking himself right between them and leaning forward: “You don’t come until I fuck you--got it?”

Then fuck me! Steve wanted to shout, mind seething with frustration, body overpowered by heat, but he tried to breathe and ignore the aching pain in his groin--he would get what he asked for, no doubt, and now he was a little nervous about what that entailed. “Okay.”

Joe shoved two fingers into Steve’s mouth: “Yes or no--do you understand?”

Through the obstruction, Steve answered, “Yes, sir.”

Joe kept his fingers there, stroking over Steve’s tongue and sliding them as far into his throat as his gag reflex would allow; before Steve could blink, Joe’s hand was between his legs and he was being touched in a way no other had touched him before. It felt weird more so than painful, and he forced himself not to close his legs, keeping quiet as he felt Joe’s knuckles against his cheeks and the prodding feeling inside himself.

Joe was being surprisingly quiet as he prepped him, and Steve felt self-conscious at the thought of Joe doing nothing but silently examining--judging?--his body, not only the appearance but the feeling of it. But he must have liked it, right? He didn’t stop working one finger, then two, inside of him and lazily petting Steve’s hip as he did so, nothing but both of their gentle yet deep breaths to fill the silence.

It still didn’t hurt all that badly but Steve knew that feeling was temporary. He swallowed when he heard Joe’s pants drop, the sound of metal clinking raising a minor alarm in his head but, nevertheless, he wanted it. Tied up or not, Steve wanted it, and he couldn’t put it off for himself any longer, but he needed one thing first.

“Joe?” he asked meekly. “Er--sir…”

Joe smiled to himself, still slowly working his fingers inside of Steve, feeling him get gradually more and more ready. “Yes?”

“When we do it, can you take the blindfold off?”

The smile on Joe’s face grew--the knowledge of being desired made the heat palpable between the two of them, and he would happily oblige to Steve’s request. He hadn��t been someone’s first time in a long time and he was endlessly impressed with how well Steve took to letting go and embracing something completely new and, honestly, kind of scary.

“If you’d like,” Joe answered. He slid his fingers in deeper and nudged against the spot he’d held back from, his own cock twitching in his underwear as Steve writhed and gasped. “Oh, there it is. How’s that feel?”

“Fu--fucking amazing,” Steve uttered. His wrists jolted out and then back, banging against the headboard. “Joe, I can’t--I’ll--”

Joe brushed over his prostate again, more delicately, then slowly withdrew his fingers. “It’s okay. Just remember,” he said, crawling up over Steve’s body, kissing the flushed skin and red marks along the way. “You may be tied up, but this is about what you want. You want the blindfold off now?”

Steve nodded and tried to wrap one leg around Joe.

“What about that other thing we talked about?” Joe asked, glancing at the dresser.

Still, Steve couldn’t think all that clearly about the other things they’d discussed. “I don’t remember.”

Joe placed his palms on Steve’s chest and ran his thumbs over his nipples. “The clamps.”

Another alarm went off in Steve’s mind but Joe’s soothing and stimulating touches across his chest also made him intrigued. It would probably hurt like the whip did, but it might feel really good, too. Only one way to find out.

“I want to try,” Steve said, his breath hitching while Joe played with his nipples again, then started kissing his collarbone.

Joe kissed his way up Steve’s neck, to his mouth: “I’ll take the blindfold off after I put them on. I want you to really feel it.” He maneuvered off the bed and grabbed the clamps, the chain rattling quietly in his hands, then returned between Steve’s legs. “I think you’ll love these. You’re so responsive to everything,” he said, lying the chain across Steve’s abdomen to tease his nipples with his fingers again.

Steve held his breath as one clamp was tightened around his nipple, then the other; he exhaled slowly through the pain, slighter and duller than he’d expected, only twitching when Joe tugged on the chain gently. “You alright?” Joe asked.

Arrows of white-hot pleasure were shot from Steve’s chest down to his groin, exacerbated by the leftover stings all over his body from the whip. He felt overwhelmed but in a deliriously delicious way. He wanted more. He wanted all of it.

“Give it to me hard,” Steve said, bringing more gusto to his voice with the newfound strength of, who would have guessed, nipple clamps. “That’s what I want. I’ve thought about it so much, Joe--”

Joe clamped a hand over Steve’s mouth; he reached over with the other for the lube. “I’ll ride you until you’re screaming,” he declared, and the statement urged Steve to spread his legs wider and try to reach for Joe despite not being able to. “If that’s what you want.”

With Joe tearing off his shirt and pulling down his pants, Steve letting out quiet, hasty whines and fidgeting nonstop, Joe’s cock shiny and slick, and one of his hands keeping Steve’s leg pushed back, it began. Joe slowly started to push in, biting back his own moan as Steve’s plush heat raptured him, hooking both his legs in his elbows once enough of him was inside to free his hands. Steve was whimpering louder, head turned to the side, hands in fists again; Joe was nearing the hilt, starting to loosen a groan, when Steve whimpered his name.

“What is it?” Joe asked, a little grateful for the minor distraction. He couldn’t come so soon.

“The blindfold,” Steve reminded him, turning his head to blindly face Joe. “Please?”

“Oh.” Joe pushed in the last half inch and groaned softly, his hair hanging in front of his face as his shoulders dropped and his body relaxed against and into Steve. He bent over, hooking Steve’s legs around his hips, and untied the bandanna.

Steve blinked--it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light again, the bare-all golden white in the room like the rising sun itself, but Joe was even more glorious. His eyes were a new shade of emerald, so clear and bright that they really did sparkle, and his blonde hair looked like a halo, at least then. But Joe was far from being an angel--the look on his face was all sin, and Steve wanted so badly to pull him down and kiss it off him.

Joe was definitely not an angel--he leaned back and grabbed the chain across Steve’s chest, pulling on it as he started to rut his hips forward, as if he could push in any further; Steve squeezed his eyes shut against the pain. It was dull but deep, like two talons digging into his chest, and he couldn’t stifle his gasp.

“Focus on me,” Joe commanded, leaning back down but keeping the chain taut. “If you focus on the pain, you’ll lose it. Focus on me inside you, giving you exactly what you want, and let everything else flow through you.”

Tears broke past his lashes as Steve turned his head to the side, eyes still shut but managing a nod. He tried, he really tried to bring his attention to nothing but Joe gently thrusting in, fully aware that he was being given the time he needed to adjust. But it was too much sensation and too little freedom, even if he was the one calling the shots.

He turned to look at Joe, feeling a tear stream down his temple: “Untie me?”

Joe loosened his hold on the chain and stopped moving entirely: “Say the safeword if you--”

Now Steve was getting frantic. “No!” he yelped, arching his back impatiently and yanking his wrists as far forward as he could. “I want to--I can’t--”

“Alright, don’t you worry,” Joe said softly. He followed Steve’s request and once those skinny arms were free, he was swaddled by them. Steve wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him down, one hand fisting through his hair, the other grabbing the back of his neck, and then Steve’s lips were on Joe’s in a hungry fury.

The synchronicity was in full swing--their mouths ravaged one another’s with the same desire, and Steve had no doubt that Joe had wanted it all along too; Joe’s thrusts became harder and Steve absorbed each of them, with Joe’s lower abdomen continuously rubbing all along his cock; his nails raked down Joe’s spine as the nipple clamps were tugged again but, as they moved, the sensations all melted into one, and Steve didn’t think he’d ever feel anything better. He bit down on Joe’s earlobe and expelled ragged breaths into his ear; Joe growled in response, tilting his head back, letting Steve’s mouth descend from his ear to the side of his neck, scraping his teeth down the length to his shoulder to bite.

Joe was surprised. Sometimes Steve seemed so delicate, and that was one of the things he liked about him so much, including when they’d fooled around before; but animalistic and raw Steve was hot too, even impressive. It gave Joe an ego boost, like his dick was that good and he was that good that Steve clearly couldn’t enough of him. He wanted to hold off for as long as he could but Steve’s body heat--inside and out--was bringing all the blood to his cock and the need to come like a torrent of fire.

The pain flowed through everywhere, but more pleasure than pain, or maybe more pleasure because of the pain. Yes, Joe’s cock burned and Steve’s nipples stung as they were tugged on and the chain rattled, muffled, between the two of them; his skin burned with Joe’s body pressed against his and he could feel bruises and stinging marks forming on his hips and chest already, and Steve thought what was happening in that bed was far more exhilarating than any fantasy he’d ever had. All of Joe’s regaling of his sexual escapades, his teasing, their hasty hook-ups were only vague tastes of the real thing, which was fucking like two men who thought the world was going to end.

Joe’s left hand pulled tighter on the chain; his right fumbled between their torsos to grab Steve’s cock, it seemed to be perpetually weeping onto his abdomen. Steve needed attention, all of his attention, and Joe was more than willing to give it to him--the feel of that hard, hot cock in his hand was like no other, the blood pumping through the veins just for him, the beads of precum running over his fingers just for him, and Steve desperately grinding into him as he moaned Joe’s name was all for him.

“Come on, Steve,” Joe huffed. Sweat dripped from his nose onto Steve’s chin; he tossed his head back to get damp hair out of his face, but Steve reached up to tug on what he could grab and bring Joe’s mouth to his. While Steve would have memories imprinted all over his body, Joe would have the sting of teeth breaking the thin skin of his lips and scraping over his tongue for days to come. He could taste iron and both of their sweat, and he inhaled Steve’s increasingly whiny moans and interrupted pleas, thrusting harder and faster, pulling on the nipple clamps as Steve pulled Joe’s hair in response.

Steve was biting more than he was kissing as he finally came, spilling over Joe’s knuckles and shooting between them, the would-be splatter diminished over both of their abdomens. Joe wanted to look down and see it, see everything that Steve had given him BECAUSE of him, but his body was screaming at him to keep going and finish, to fill Steve up and to empty himself of everything he wished he’d given him sooner.

Steve’s breathy whines as he came down and the loosening of his arms around Joe’s neck spurred him on. “How is this your first time?” Joe gruffed out, burying his face against Steve’s neck as he said the words. “You take it so well--like--fuck--” His own groan cut him off. He sank his teeth into Steve’s skin and held them there, sucking, prodding with his tongue; Steve’s fingers tangled in the sweaty hair at the base of his neck. He held Joe tighter, splayed one leg out further and clamped the other around Joe’s thighs, closing his eyes against the ongoing thrusts that kept residual pleasure radiating through his cock, through his insides, up his spine.

When Joe came, it was an eruption. He growled and grumbled beneath Steve’s ear, bit his neck to bruises before he lifted himself up enough to ravage Steve’s mouth again; the heat that filled Steve’s body was like nothing he’d ever felt, all-consuming and feeling almost endless, with Joe’s stuttering hips still pushing against his thighs, and the sweat combined between the two of them making their last lingering movements easy and slick despite both their panting and whining.

It took Steve a moment to even notice that Joe had released his hold on the nipple clamps. Every nerve was singing so loud it was hard to tell which was which and what was going on; it wasn’t until Joe’s fingers gently danced over his chest that he looked down and saw the chain had gone limp, then Joe’s fingers carefully worked to unclamp and put the chain aside, then brush his fingertips over his nipples.

“You took everything so well,” he cooed, and the soft, low tone made Steve smile shyly. “You really did. Better than I expected, Steve. You didn’t even say your safeword.” He pressed a kiss to Steve’s lips, then gently rolled over and off, keeping one arm thrown over his waist, eyes glowing at Steve as though he really was impressed--it made Steve blush. “How do you feel?”

Cheeks flushed maybe more than the rest of him, Steve couldn’t help but turn away. “Sore. Strange,” he admitted softly. “But I’m glad.”

Joe reached up and turned Steve to look into his eyes. “It’s so flattering to know that you wanted my attention so badly,” he said, stroking his cheek with his fingers and his bottom lip with his thumb.

It was true. As much as it pained Steve to admit it, sometimes all he wanted was for Joe to look at him a certain way, or touch him or, on those special occasions, kiss him and whisper dirty things in his ear. He wiggled his way over to Joe, cuddling right up against him, and asked against his chest, “Do you ever want my attention?”

Joe laughed and pet his hair. “Yes, of course. Don’t you ever see how much I try to impress you?”

Steve blushed even more. “You’re only joking, aren’t you?”

“I’m serious. It can be tough, you know, trying to win your attention,” Joe said. He charmed Steve even more when he added, “And your affection.”

“Oh, please,” Steve murmured. It was impossible not to notice Joe. Nonetheless, the affirmation was just what he needed. Cuts and bruises, sweat and cum; it was just him and Joe. He felt cared for in his arms, so comfortably swaddled in warmth and muscle and that familiar scent.

Joe’s low, rumbling voice interrupted Steve almost dozing off: “Think I can carry you to the bath?”

Steve chuckled. “I dunno. Can you?”

“We should clean up,” Joe said, starting to inch away; Steve reached out and grabbed one of his hands. “I’ll carry you. Or, try. I’m not gonna make you walk even a foot after all that.”

Steve couldn’t even try to dispute that, because Joe was dragging him across the bed and into his arms, wobbling a little as he scooped him up. Maybe it was a weird rush of leftover sexually-charged adrenaline, or maybe Joe really was that strong, or maybe Steve was really that light, but whatever the case, he felt like a literal god was carrying him.

They both managed to squeeze into the tub, with the water full of oil and soap and gentle but lush fragrances; the air was cool but the water was warm, soothing over Steve’s tormented skin, and he leaned back against Joe and let those big hands gently fondle and massage him. Yes, without a doubt, some attention was nice.

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