#ok ok. get that off my chest and go back to being delighted

[sparrowposting]

Now that I've emotionally calmed down abt Moira's pen I'm just. I loved some stories and I genuinely did like gitta as a "the narrative never ends" open ended myth thing. Like. That kills me. Ofc I'm left with way more questions than answers but that's true mwt fashion, my ONE (1) complaint is that I still dk what the fuck is going on with kamet and costis because they're featured so little in rott and mp and IK IK they're supposed to be Gilgamesh figures and so the ambiguity of their fates is even more central than the "Greek flavoured" other protags. And like the Actual Irl Gilgamesh epic is missing chunks and everything is ambiguous etc etc etc. I admire mwt's commitment to the bit and the nature of myth and lost texts but also. I NEED TO KNOW and I'm genuinely distressed !!! That I don't !!! What is the whole situation on the costis family farm??? Where tf did all these kids come from?? All these half siblings and cousins and my brain is just so stretched trying to figure it out. My brain immediately read it as costis' kids are half siblings from one of costis' (deceased?) siblings BC it seems like one big family farm and it's super common to adopt your nieces and nephews but other ppl are reading it as costis' bio kids with random women which I'm just????

I will simply choose to think that my imagined ending is actually what happened for them because TECHNICALLY it's not contradicted by mp

[subbmissivesuccubus]

I don't know if this kink has a name but I am just obsessed with super casual boob play lmao

Also!!?? Thank you guys for helping me reach 2K followers! It's so exciting and i've been having so much fun writing and reading the smut on this website. Here's to many more stories which hopefully give you the tingles <3

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"Alright, so that's the groceries we need for this week."

"Mmm."

"Oh, don't forget to buy flowers! It's my moms birthday tomorrow."

"Mmm."

"Are you even listening?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at your boyfriend, the man simply staring at you.

"Mmm."

"Ok, so that's a no." you said, rolling your eyes before snapping your fingers in front of your boyfriends face, the man jumping and blinking a few times as he was brought back to reality.

"Can you pay attention now?" you asked sternly.

"Sorry. I was too busy staring at your tits." he said honestly, making you sigh. There he goes again with his very obvious boob obsession, your man having a clear fetish for your breasts.

"Well, if you continue to ignore me, you won't see my boobs for a week."

"Or, you flash them to me now, I promise I'll remember every single word you say."

"Oh my God."

"Come here, baby. Come here." he begged, hands reaching out to quickly grab you by the hips and drag you forward, his nails digging into the fabric of your skirt as he all but manhandled you onto his lap, smiling at you as he got your legs to straddle his waist.

"You're a degenerate." you snarled as you placed your hands on his shoulder, more than familiar with this particular song and dance.

"I'm your degenerate. And besides, this is your fault you know." he said, casually fisting the hem of your t-shirt before pulling it up, "If you didn't have such perfect titties, I wouldn't be like this!"

"So you weren't obsessed with boobs before you met me?" you questioned, allowing him to tug the t-shirt upto your chin, the man greedily looking at your bra covered breasts. Not having the patience to take the shirt off of you completely, he simply pulled it over your head so it looped around the back of your neck, your arms still in the sleeves but he didn't care as all he wanted was access to his favorite part of you.

"Of course not." he said confidently as he all but face planted into your cleavage, groaning in delight as he pushed his face in as deep as he could go, "I only got obsessed when you came into the picture."

You huffed, trying to fight the blood rushing to your face and between your legs as you fisted a hand through his hair, tugging at it a bit as you got his attention:

"Are you going to listen to me now?"

"Mmhmm." your boyfriend groaned, nodding a yes against your boobs, truly happy being surrounded by your plump flesh. Sighing, you once again told him what he needed to buy for groceries, allowing him to grope and kiss you wherever he wanted. His tongue ran over your skin, huffing and humming in response every time you asked him if he was listening.

He soon pushed your bra up as well, too eager to bother unhooking it as he placed it against your collarbone, the elastic of the band digging into your skin and making your tits look even more delicious than before. He opened his mouth and took a nipple in, closing his eyes as he started suckling gently, his arms wrapped around you and pulling you in closer.

"H-Hey..." you moaned, gripping his hair tighter as he suckled on you, "It's getting late. You need to leave before the stores close."

"Mmhmm. I know." he muttered against you, tongue coming out to flick at your nipples a few times before he moved to the other breast, giving her the same treatment, "Just- fuck- give me a minute."

You sighed, jumping as you felt his hands move down to your ass, taking greedy gropes of your butt as he lost himself in the sensation of your breast in his mouth.

Yeah, you were not getting your groceries today.

~~~~~

You slipped away from the group of friends in the living room to your bedroom, wanting to get your phone which had hopefully finished charging by now. As you were checking your phone and responding quickly to a few messages, you suddenly felt a hand on your waist that swiftly moved upwards and groped your right breast.

"Eh-hey!" you hissed softly, head snapping back towards your boyfriend, his touch so familiar that you instantly knew it was him, "Cut it out! We have guests!"

"I know but I just need one suck, ok?" he asked even as his other hand came up to start unbuttoning your shirt dress, "I'll be super quick, I promise."

"You- ah!" you squealed as he got the buttons undone enough to expose your bra, his fingers digging into the cup of the right side to pull it down, revealing your bare breast to the crisp air. He turned you around and quickly bent down and took the nipple into his mouth. Your head kept snapping between him sucking your nipple and the door, on edge as if anyone walks in, it would be very obvious.

Your man groaned as he suckled on your nipple, eyelashes tickling your skin as he closed his eyes. The sound of the TV and chattering was loud enough to thankfully drown out his groans, your boyfriend suckling you so hard it made your toes curl.

"Wh-you-" you hissed as his hand quickly pulled down the other cup of your bra and exposed your other breast, "You said only one!"

"I know but I can't not suck her too!" he protested, giving your left nipple a greedy lick, "she'll get jealous!"

"What the fuck are you talking abooouuttt!" you gasped as he suddenly took the nipple in and sucked on it as well, just as vigorously. You stood there for a few seconds, allowing your maniac of a boyfriend to suck and feel you up before he finally pulled away.

"Just what I needed. Thank you baby." he said, kindly helping you stuff your tits back into your bra and right your dress, giving your tits a final squeeze before he walked out of the room, leaving you a frustrated mess with your nipples tingling.

What a menace.

~~~~~

It was movie night, one of your favorite ways to spend time together. It was always a treat to just relax with your boyfriend, put on a random movie, eat popcorn and talk.

And of course, he also loved that he gets to play with your tits the whole time.

You huffed as your boyfriend pulled you onto his lap, his legs spread wide to accommodate you between them. Bowl of popcorn in hand, you munched away at the treat even as your man slid his hands up your shirt, aiming for your breasts.

"Ew, why are you wearing a bra?" he asked, clicking his tongue as his hands got in contact with the soft fabric.

"Sometimes I like having my boobs supported by something, ok? Fucking sue me."

"You don't need a bra to support your tits when you have my hands. I'm taking it off."

Before you could even protest, your man slid his hands to your back and unhooked the bra masterfully, practically an expert at it at this point. He was about to push the straps down your arms and pull the bra out from under your shirt but then he realized- why are you wearing a shirt? You might as well be topless as he was going to play with your boobs the whole time anyway.

So with your shirt and bra tossed onto the floor, you tried your best to focus on the movie playing on screen even as your boyfriend happily groped away at your tits. Ample flesh spilling out between his fingers, he squeezed you like a toy- like your tits were something he could use to alleviate stress. Occasionally, he'd flick his fingers over your nipples, working them up to stiff peaks before gently pinching them between his thumb and index finger. He'd place his hands underneath your breasts, cupping them before he bounced them up and down, loving the feeling of your heavy flesh landing on his palms, the ripple of your breasts on impact instantly making his cock hard.

And of course, as usual, once he was done playing with his hands (which was practically an hour long activity), he'll move onto his mouth. Your body automatically moved along with him as he lifted you up a bit higher onto his lap, looping an arm over his shoulder so he had the space to lean down and take a nipple into his mouth.

"Y-You're not even watching the movie, are you?"

"Mm-mmm" he responded, shaking his head no against your breast, his response making you shiver. You rolled your eyes and continued to watch the movie, failing at it even before he started sliding his hand into your pants.

~~~~~

Of course, your boob obsessed boyfriend can't sleep unless it's on said boobs.

"Take it offfff!" he whined, wrestling with you as he harshly tugged at your shirt.

"It's cold!" you protested as you tried to pull the fabric back down over you, "I'm going to freeze!"

"I'll keep you warm! You know the rules- no clothes in bed."

"You're wearing clothes!"

"Yes but I don't have a pair of delicious tits that are just begging to be suckled!"

"Oh my God- fine, how about this?" you asked, slapping his hand away from your shirt before you pulled up upto your chin, flashing him your bare boobs, "Just get in here and I get to keep the shirt on."

"...Why didn't you just say so?"

You grunted as you were tackled, pushed to lie down on the bed as your boyfriend landed on top of you, face first into your tits. You pulled your shirt over his head, covering the dopey smile on his face as he used his hands to push your tits against him, shaking his head from side to side as he motorboated you.

He thankfully still had some sense to pull the blanket over the two of you and you were able to dim the lights, whipping your phone out so you can get some screen time before you went to sleep. You felt wetness on your left nipple, your boyfriend finally done with shaking your fat tits in his face.

His tongue ran in circles over the hard bud, dragging it slowly as he knew he could take his time. He started flicking your bud harshly, his hot tongue making you shiver with each flick. Eventually, he sealed his lips around it, groaning happily as he started to suck. He was noisy- moaning like he was eating a delicious meal and the slobbering noises of him feasting on you making your ears ring, the pressure he used to suckle on you keeping you on your toes.

As he sucked on the left one, his hand came up to play with the right, toying with her as he got her ready to be sucked next. He rubbed the nipple around with his thumb before pinching it gently, giving her a few twists once in awhile. He was latched onto the same nipple for almost 30 minutes before he moved onto the next one, but not before dragging himself from underneath your shirt and pushing the fabric upto your chin.

Fuck it. You were falling asleep and now your body was running hot so you didn't really care.

"Baby... I want-" he gave your nipple a kiss before he snuggled his face into the fat of your breast before looking up at you, "I want to drink your milk. Make it for me."

"How many biology lessons did you fail for you to think that's possible?" you asked, your eyelids drooping and voice heavy.

"Why are you not pregnant yet? I cum in you like, everyday."

"...You know I'm still on birth control."

"I know but I'm confident I can defeat it."

"Mmkay, keep dreaming. Now shut up- i'm gonna sleep."

"...Stop taking your birth control."

"I'm not having a baby just so you can drink some breast milk."

"Of course not. We'll have a baby because we're in love and we'll be together forever!"

You opened one eye and looked down at him, letting him know you were not impressed.

"...And so I can drink your milk."

"Just keep sucking or sleep."

He pouted before he took your left nipple into his mouth.

~~~~~

Gojo Satoru, Haibara, Shanks, Sanji, Luffy, Ace, Kaeya, Kaveh, Childe, Cyno, Itto, Uzui, Sanemi, Eren, Jean etc. etc.

[blue-sadie]

Hi, if this is ok with you, can you do a oneshot where Tsu'tey and human pregnant reader. Where Tsu'tey and y/n are laying one night talking about names for their child and then suddenly they feel the baby kick for the first time. You can do the rest however you want lovely.😊

Hope you enjoy

Eywa's Gift

Tsutey x Pregnant Human Reader

Summary: nothing more fills his heart with joy then spending time with his woman and their growing child

Warning: kinda short

Yn/3rd person pov

It was very rare to have a quiet morning even more so with your mate still in bed when you wake up "morning" you grogily spoke lazily throwing your arm over him in a somewhat of a hug.

"Morning ma yn" he whispered his body cramped up in your queen sized bed, you had to sleep in the lab now since norman said being couped up with the mask all the time wasn't good for the baby.

I think that was the first time tsutey ever listened and agreed with him "you should've gone back" I whispered cuddling into his warm body nuzzling my head into his chest.

His hands moved to settle around me "no ways I would leave you and the child" his voice was low and raspy still laced with sleep I giggled quietly closing my eyes basking in this moment.

"We don't get do to this very often" I whispered making him hum in response "we must cherish it" he spoke his hands slowly moving to draw little patterns onto my skin.

I let out a happy groan as I stretched out my limbs but took a sudden intake of breath "what happened" tsutey shot up his eyes on me I shook my head "I'm ok I'm ok" I breathed out.

I grabbed his arm to help me sit up "i-i think the baby moved" I murmured my hand slowly felt around the area tsutey sat silently his breath hitched.

I gasped in delight as I felt it "here" I squealed grabbing tsuteys hand bringing it to my stomach he took in a breath his eyes staring at my stomach intently when he finally released his breath it was a shakey one.

"Their going to be a mighty hunter" he smiled showing off his teeth I giggled happily putting my hand over his feeling the baby's movement through his hand.

"Eywa has blessed us" he whispered leaning his head onto mine giving me small kisses and pecks all over my head whispering praises and prayers.

"They will grow mighty and beautiful just like their mother" I bit my lip blushing from his words and turned my head away to embarrassed to look at him.

But he slowly raised his hand to turn my face to his, his lip connecting with mine we kissed in till we were both breathless but even then he kept his face closer.

"I want this to last forever, I want to raise a family with you, to cherish you and to love you for eternity"

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[yoditopascal]

Cherry Cola

“She my cherry cola, she gon' keep me sober. Let me keep you closer, bum me like a soda. Sweeter than the champagne, smoother than this cold drink. Keep me from the chardonnay, I'm just sipping one thing.”

summary: Stressed with finals coming up you and your friend group decide to take a much needed break at the beach where Sanemi can’t keep his eyes to himself.

warnings: suggestive themes, shy reader

a/n: inspired by an ask I got from @cursetopia

You were waiting for your friends outside your apartment, Mitsuri and Shinobu were on their way to pick you up to go shopping. Stressed with studying for finals your friends had decided you needed a break so they decided a beach trip was needed in your life.

Naturally when the boys heard about the trip they just had to invite themselves along much to Shinobu’s dismay and Mitsuri’s delight. Which was how you found yourself getting ready to go shopping for a new swimsuit with Shinobu and Mitsuri tagging along so you didn’t pick out anything ugly they had said.

“What about this one?” You said holding up a black and purple one piece with built-in shorts.

They had bought you to mall around the corner from your place and while you were content with just getting whatever was the cheapest and most comfortable they were adamant about helping you pick something out that would grab a certain someone’s attention.

“Be so for real right now…” Shinobu deadpanned

“I am being for real, it’s cute!” You cried holding the piece up to your chest. It was the third bathing suit they had turned down.

“Come on, what will Sanemi think?” She smirked

The girls had found out about your not so little crush on the math major one drunken night of truth or dare and have held it over you ever since.

“What about this one?” Mitsuri pointed out. It was a skimpy little red two piece, the tiny triangles barely even covering the mannequin it was modeled on.

“Hard pass…” you said, cheeks heating up at the idea of him seeing you in something like that.

“You’ve passed on everything I’ve shown you!”

“That’s cuz you keep picking things you like Mitsuri!”

“Fine you pick one then and don’t pick one with shorts! You’re too cute to be all covered up plus it's way too hot for all that!”

You waved her off as you went back to your search. Looking through racks and racks of swimsuits until you found one you liked.

“Absolutely not.” Shinobu said taking the swim trunks and tank top out of your hands and putting them back.

“Oh come on!”

“That’s it we’re picking one for you!” Mitsuri cried as she hooked her arm in yours and dragged you back to the racks.

“Already got one, and it’s not too revealing either.” Shinobu said holding up a modest two piece, she had already picked one out just in case you grabbed another pair of shorts and she wasn’t wrong.

“Guys I can’t wear that!” You cried out cheeks heating up again. You had never worn anything like it before, usually when you dressed for class you wore baggy clothes and hoodies. This was brand new to you.

“Why not? It’ll look so good on you!” Mitsuri said, nodding her head as she held the fit up to your chest as if she was imagining you in it.

“I don’t know…” you said looking to the side skeptically

“I’m not taking no for an answer.” Shinobu said putting her hands on her hips, that was her final word on the matter.

“….alright fine.”

With that you checked out with your new swimsuit in tow and headed back home to change and get ready for your trip.

At the beach you sat in a folding chair under a large umbrella, shadowing you from the sun’s harsh rays. Today was a scorcher and the longer you sat there in your cover up shorts and t-shirt the more miserable you felt.

“Why don’t you go get in the water, it’ll help you cool down.” Giyu suggested taking off his own shirt getting ready to follow Shinobu into the ocean.

“I-I’m ok thanks”

“Oh come on, I’m sure your swimsuit’s not that bad!” Makio said rubbing sunscreen over herself as Hinatsuru got her back, Tengen had brought his girlfriends along which you were grateful for since you got along with them the most besides Shinobu Mitsuri and Tengen himself.

“You haven’t seen it yet…”

“It’s really not that bad, I thought it was super cute at the store!”

“Besides, if you feel that uncomfortable you could always put your shirt back on.”

“…Fine.”

As you pulled your shirt up over your head Sanemi felt lilt the wind had been knocked right outta him.

There you stood in a low cut sage green two piece, his favorite color, that hugged your curves like he had never seen before.

Curves he hadn’t even known you had because you always wore those fucking hoodies to class all the time.

“You ok there Shinazugawa?” Tengen elbowed him as he draped an arm over Suma “You look a little stunned.” He laughed

“Shut up!” Sanemi snapped, shoving him away. His cheeks dusting pink as he tried his hardest not to stare at you.

Since when have you had such a nice chest? And your legs…. He’d kill to have them wrapped around his-

Shaking his head from his impure thoughts he pushed pass Tengen and reached into the bottom of the cooler Obanai bought and pulled out the coldest drink he could find.

You could feel the sun beating down on you from the shade of your umbrella, you knew that if you didn’t put sunscreen on you’d cook, quite literally.

Reaching into your bag you pulled out a bottle and got your arms and legs, rubbing in a generous amount so that you wouldn’t burn. Realizing you couldn’t quite reach your backside you looked around amongst your friends that were left.

“Does anyone mind rubbing sunscreen on my back?”

“Of course not!” Rengoku replied enthusiastically before Sanemi even had a chance, Sanemi glared him down as he jumped to his feet and strode over to you confidently.

It’s not like he wanted to do it anyways.

(He did.)

But did Rengoku have to be so ready to jump up like that? He didn’t have to be so enthusiastic about everything.

Sanemi watched from the corner of his eye as Rengoku rubbed the lotion on his hands, he sucked in a breath as he worked the lotion into your back, warm fingers ghosting over your skin before going lower and lower until-

Sanemi squeezed the can in his hand until it exploded. Soda flying all over the place and spilling down his hand.

“Dude!” Tengen shouted, wiping soda from his face.

“You good?” Obanai asks in a quiet but knowing tone.

“My bad…” Sanemi said not even looking at them. His eyes were glued to where Rengoku’s hands had been.

As the day drew on, the air around you grew hotter and hotter until it was damn near unbearable. Going in and out of the water didn’t seem to help much either so Rengoku offered to go and get everyone ice cream and slushies from a nearby vendor.

You sucked your popsicle absent-mindedly, watching the waves crash against the shoreline.

Sanemi discretely watched you drag your tongue up and down the popsicle, staring intensely as some of it had started to melt. Looking down you felt streams of the sticky treat run down over your fingers. You held your hand up to see where the trail of cherry popsicle had coated your fingers before drawing your tongue up your fingers, licking away the sticky mess.

Sanemi swallowed hard. His throat felt tight as did his swim shorts, the blood rushing to his face and a bit further down south. He squirmed slightly in his seat, as he watched you return to your frozen treat with little slurps and licks, eyes trailing a particular drop as it dripped down and hit your chest.

That did it for him.

Fuuuuuck," he groaned, nearly dropping his slushie on himself.

You turn your head to look at him, worriedly "You okay?" You ask .

“m’ fine!” He stammered back cheeks beginning to flush.

The coldness of the popsicle had caused your skin to blossom in goosebumps when it fell on your chest. Your nipples beginning to become visible through the flimsy material of your swimsuit. Sanemi’s ears turned red as his whole face lit up.

“It’s sooooo hot!” whined Mitsuri

“For real.” Agreed Makio as she fanned herself.

Sanemi agreed but he definitely wasn’t talking about the weather.

After finishing your snack you took a trip to the bathroom to clean yourself up as your friends went back to the water.

You could feel sweat dripping from your brow as you walked back. Holding a hand up to shield your eyes from the sun you scanned the crowded beach looking for any signs of your friends.

“ Well well well what do we have here?” A voice brought you out of your search, turning to the voice you spot a man followed closely by two others. “What’s a fine lady such as yourself doing all by your lonesome?” He grinned at you.

“Excuse me.” You tried to maneuver around him but he blocked your path.

“What’s the rush mama? We’re just being friendly.” Another smiled as they closed you in the middle of them. You backed up until your back was pressed against the wall of the restrooms behind you.

“I-I’m sorry I’m looking for my friends is all.” You stammered out eyes scanning around you for a way out but you found none.

“Maybe we could help you.” The other one suggested

“Yeah I mean if your friends are as cute as you then I definitely don’t mind helping you find em.” The first one said only half jokingly as he leaned against the wall getting closer to you.

“That’s ok I can-“

“No, we insist.” He said getting even closer. His face was practically in your own

“Hey fuckwad, she said she didn’t want your help!” A new voice snapped irately drawing everyone’s attention.

“And who the hell are you?” One of them asked

“Her friend shithead.” Sanemi said as he stomped over to you guys.

“Sanemi!” You cried out relieved.

“Let’s go.” He said shoving past the boys as he reached out to grab you by the wrist, dragging you along with him as he stomped away.

Once the pair of you were back at your spot on the beach Sanemi let you go as he plopped back down on his seat next to yours.

“Thank you… for coming to the rescue.” You said looking down at your feel embarrassed that you had to be saved in the first place

“You gotta learn how to stick up for yourself, I’m not gonna always be around to save your ass.” He replied, it came out harsher than he had meant.

“Right. Sorry...”

A wave of awkward silence fell over the two of you as you wrapped your arms around yourself, more self conscious than you had ever been.

“Here.”

Sanemi turned away as he threw his shirt at your face, it smelled like him, like matcha, mochi flour and a hint of an earthy musk. It was comforting.

“Oh Nemi you don’t have to do that.”

Nemi.

You called him Nemi.

His face and ears lit up bright red.

“‘s fine just take it.” He said refusing to look at you.

“…Thanks..”

Just as you opened your mouth to say something else a downpour of water rained down on you as Tengen stood over you wringing out his hair and clothes, wetting both you, Sanemi and his shirt.

“What the hell you flashy bastard?!” Sanemi growled, shoving Tengen away.

“If you two would stop flirting over here and get in the water with us I wouldn’t have to come over and bother ya!” Tengen said loudly, causing both yours and Sanemi’s cheeks to flush.

“Why would I wanna get in the water with you ?!” He snapped. You giggled at his frustration causing him to glare at you

“Come on Sanemi, it'll be fun!” You said standing as you hold your hand out to him

“…whatever.” Sanemi mutter under his breath as he took your hand roughly and stood.

Tengen made a whipping sound as he mimicked a whip causing Sanemi to glare back at him.

After getting in the water a splash flew up soaking both you and Sanemi once again, Giyu floated opposite of you both shaking his head as he emerged from the water.

“Sorry…” he said emotionlessly

“You’re dead!” Sanemi yelled, you laughed as he lunged for Giyu splashing water all around him as he did so.

You looked around yourself at all your friends, eyes finally settling on Sanemi, lingering there for a moment before you joined in on the fun with them. Even though there were some rough spots during your day overall you had to say this was a pretty good day at the beach.

[longlivedelusion]

Hiker's Delight

Summary: Bucky takes you on a hike. That's it. That's the fic. Boyfriend! Bucky x Reader. Established Relationship.

Warnings: Just fluff and some mentions of post- Hydra trauma, but nothing too crazy. Will proper edit later!

A/N: Quick lil fic I wrote cause I've been just wanting more boyfriend! bucky, domestic life vibes. I need fluffy and comforting energy rn and this is that. Enjoy!!

I make my way up the hill, huffing as I grab onto a nearby rock to pull myself up.

Bucky's behind me, not out of breath at all, the damn super soldier and his stamina and-

"Hey, you doin' ok?" I hear from behind me, Bucky leaning against a nearby rock.

I nod, looking back ahead as I haul myself up. "This is just a bit more intense than I thought, I'll be okay though." I let out another grunt and I push another step. He's stayed behind me the whole time even though I'm going at a snail's pace, according to him I'd probably drop off and get lost if he lead the way.

"You sure you don't want-"

"No. You are not gonna carry me. I'm gonna finish *grunt* this *huff* damn hike with my own two feet." 

We pull forward, the slopes getting a bit more steep than I expected, which had me nearly sweating by the time we reached the edge. I looked up at the towering cliff knowing my arms were like jello, but I had to, needed to-

Bucky knelt down and held his hands out, a makeshift lift as he looked up at me. He quirked his brow.

"I can-" I start.

"Stop being stubborn and take the help doll. This cliff is a bit of a bitch, if you can't tell." He said waved his arm at the cliff to make a point.

I don't say anything and just sigh, knowing he was right. No use being overly stubborn about this. I prop my foot in his hands, griping where I could on the rock in front of me before Bucky said "Ready? 1... 2..."

And then I was up, the top of the rock pressed against my stomach as I hoisted myself over the rest of the way. I crawled forward, legs starting to feel a bit like jello now that I was on the ground. 

I watched as Bucky followed right after, easily pulling himself over like it was the easiest thing in the world. He stood up with ease, clearly not dealing with same jello legs as I just kind of collapsed on my back and took some deep breaths. 

"Ugh, this damn body. Why must it betray me so." My dramatic ass said.

"Because you just went on a pretty intensive hike with barely any training even though I offered to have you train with me for like 2 months."

My noodle arm managed to raise up and wave him off, "Semantics."

He chuckled, taking a seat beside me and brushing the sweaty strands of hair off my face. "Want some water?"

I nod, eyes closed as my breathing stedied, my body starting to relax and calm down from the overexertion. I heard a bottle cap untwist, making me open my eyes to see Bucky with some water in hand. 

"Come on, you can prop up against me if you want." He said, hand gently helping me upwards. I push myself up and shift over, my back now facing the soldier's chest as he hands me the bottle.

"Oh fuck that's good," I sigh, taking a long swig before passing it back over to Bucky. It takes me a moment, but after I blink a few times I finally realize the view before me.

Directly in front of us is the most beautiful mountain range I'd ever seen-- massive trees lining the edges of the mountainS, an eagle soaring overhead, and a huge, crystal blue lake smack dab in the center. So cut off from civilization, this untouched land surrounded my mountains and only Mother Nature as its mistress.

"Wow, this is-" I start, eyes wide as they tried to take in every detail. The lighting, the shades of green, the textures--all of it... "breathtaking."

"I'm glad you like it." Bucky said softly, his voice a soft tickle behind my ear. His arms wrapped around my waist, tucking me in a bit closer to him as I sat in awe.

"Even though I'm not the biggest hiking fan-"

"Huh, couldn't tell." Bucky joked.

"-oh hush. I was saying, even though I'm not the biggest hiker, I'm really glad you asked me to do this." I reached for his hands on my waist and gave them a small squeeze.

"Thanks for coming. I'd only ever been here alone before, and it was for a mission. So I'm glad I get to actually enjoy it, and with some pretty decent company while we're at it." He kissed the side of my head, a smirk pressed against my hair.

"Oh decent huh? Just decent?" I looked over into his blue eyes and saw they were already looking down at me. That shit-eating smirk plastered on his stupidly gorgeous face. "Says the man who practically begged to take me here."

He shrugged, "I don't remember begging."

"Oh? So all that whining and bribing with takeout was just a lapse in memory then?"

"Probably." He said, the nonchalance to his voice making me wanna shove and kiss his sarcastic ass all at once..

So I settle with a boop his nose and a scrunched smile. "Cheeky." I turn back to the view before me, settling back into Bucky. As I reached into my bag and pulled out the small lunch I'd packed prior, I heard a grumble behind me. "Hungry?" I ask.

"Just a bit." He chuckled lightly.

I pulled some of the sandwiches and some fruits out, grabbing one for myself and handing the other to Bucky. "I can't think of a prettier place I've ever eaten," I said, mouth half full as I took a bite of my sandwich.

He reached for some blueberries, arms brushing past mine as he hummed and popped them in his mouth. "I need to take you out more then. Can't let this be the peak of our relationship now can I?"

"I mean, as long as I can actually physically get to these places ok I'm down. My stubbornness can't handle another hike like this, or I'll try to climb Everest of something next time."

"Eh, Everest is overrated anyways." He said, taking another bite of food.

I turned around in shock, "Seriously? You climbed Everest?"

He had a cocky smile on his face as he nodded. "Yup. Was kidding about the overrated thing though. Impressed?"

"Um, yeah I'm impressed! But when, how, what was it like?" I rambled on. I couldn't believe this man I'd come to know and love still had stuff like this just to learn about. A whole lifetime to know. 

He put the bottle down, thinking for a bit. "About ten years ago, when I was still in..." He hesitated. Hydra. Something we both knew, understood in... Different ways. It didn't need to be said. "I remember bits and pieces, but it was cold as hell and windy. For a second there though, at the top of the mountain, I looked out and was me. Bucky. I didn't remember the last time I had been myself like that, and I just didnt know what to do but take a deep breath in, look out at the mountains. I sat there for... Fuck knows how long."

I set down my food and reached for his hand, my thumb tracing over the back as he spoke. "Is that why you like hiking and climbing so much?" 

He nodded, hand turning and holding mine. He looked at the metal hand below him intertwined with mine before he spoke. "It can always pull me out of whatever headspace I'm in, I don't know. When shit doesn't work and the day feels like hell, being out here just... Helps. It reminds me of who I was or could be. I don't know." He shrugged, looking away at the view.

I squeeze his hand, eyes tracing back to his face. "I think I can sort of understand. Not the hiking or climbing but... Being by the sea does the same for me. Helps me remember that I'm alive and here."

He nods, his gaze still in the horizon. "It's like, no matter how fucked up the world gets or I get, nature doesn't judge. She justs gets it and doesn't care. Doesn't care about who I am or what I've done."

"Because she just sees chaos and order and gets that both are important." I add, fingers still tracing along the side of his face slowly. "The rest of it doesn't really matter."

"Exactly."

We sit in silence for a moment before I shift Bucky's face towards me. His eyes lock onto mine in silent question. 

"Thank you for bringing me here. And sharing this with me."

He smiles as he leans down, a small kiss pressed against my lips before he let his forehead drop to mine. "Happy to."

"So where to next?" I ask, pulling back enough to look at him. "Another mountain? The desert? A tundra?"

"Actually, " he said, that cocky smile gracing his features again. "I got the perfect spot already in mind."

[loousir]

[Orc] More than meets the eye

Kinktober Day 1: Muscles/Body Mods

Larek

Male Orc x Male Reader

Notes/Warnings: Piercings all over (🍌 included), lemon, smut, muscle touching, chest sucking, top for bottom, bottom reader, Larek is bigger than you regardless of your size for plot purposes, did I mention piercings?

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Sorry I'm late to kinktober, will work on catching up! All of these will be probably be short, please forgive 🙏

Every day, you would see him outside working. Larek was one of few Orcs who lived in your village. His primary job was working as a guard. In his free time, he would chop wood and help build housing for newcomers or those who needed it. He was quiet and his face may have that typical scary Orc look, he was sweet to everyone he met. And especially sweet to you. You weren't sure why but you didn't mind the attention even though there were others who you felt would be better suited for him. Today you did your usual 'gawk at the towns hottie' but you didn't realize he had been noticing you and intentionally flexed his muscles a little more than usual.

It made you blush every time he did, much to his delight. After watching him for a little while, longer, you decided you should probably go do your shopping for the day. At least before it starts to get busy. Dressing in comfortable but casual clothes, you slipped your shoes on, grabbed your basket and keys, and made your way out into the market. Your eyes scanned over all the fresh fruits and veg the vendors had to offer, picking the best of the best. Little had you realized, Larek had decided he would join you on your early morning pick up. You were thanking a young vendor when you turned around without looking, bumping into his chest. "Oh, I'm sorry-" You said quickly, looking up to the man. "Ah L-Larek, good morning!" You said, stepping back as a blush crossed your cheeks. He chuckled.

"Good morning to you too. How are you?" He asked, leaning down just a bit to look at you. You couldn't help but smile and shrug. "Same as always." You said with a small chuckle, finally looking back up to him. Larek smiled and held his hand out. "I'd like to join you, let me carry that." He said, bluntness being his specialty. "Are you sure?" You asked softly, grabbing the basket like you were about to give it to him. He insisted and nodded. "It'd be my pleasure." You were convinced by his smile and telling gaze, handing him the basket that had grown quite heavy. Of course, he carried it like it was nothing. "I still have a few more things to pick up if that's ok." You said, glancing away again as Larek placed himself besides you. "That's alright. I'll help you finish up."

You couldn't help but smile more at his kindness, wanting to find a way to repay him. You were never one to take without giving back. While you picked up the last few things you needed, you spotted a pumpkin cart that had just came in. "Could I grab a couple of those? I wanna make a pie." You asked, making Larek chuckle. "Its your gold, why ask me?" He questioned, making you blush softly as he lead the two of you over to the cart. "Well you're already carrying so much..." Larek just chuckled again. "What's a couple pumpkins to the mix? Worried I can't carry it?" He teased, making you flustered and him just smile at your response. "Get the ones you want. I'll be ok." He reassured, making you nod. He was very smooth with his words and you couldn't help but do as he told you. You picked the best pie pumpkins to which he easily carried with the arm that didn't have the basket.

With a small thank you and payment to the vendor, the two of you made the trip back to your home. You unlocked the door and let Larek in first. He walked straight to the kitchen and you stopped to slip your shoes off and lock the front door again. "Could you set them on the counter-!" Larek had already set them down and was disturbingly quiet for his size. He cut you off by sweeping you off your feet, holding you up with ease. "You're lighter than the groceries." He said, slipping his shoes off as well while you just blushed and held on tight. "Why did you do that..?" You asked, making Larek chuckle as he just carried you around. "You must not have noticed my advances towards you?" He questioned more than stated.

"Your what?" You asked, pulling back to look at him. The look in his eyes was a bit sad but his face otherwise. "No... I, I didnt." You said softly, admiring his strong features. Larek smiled, "Well... I'm, very, interested in you." He said, hands moving to hold you up by your thighs. You inhaled sharply and blushed more, unable to hide it from him. His hands were large and well worn, yet delicate as if he squeesed too hard, you would shatter. "I know you watch me in the mornings." He said, locking eyes with you, keeping your attention on him. "Do you like men with big muscles?" He asked, already knowing the answer. You nodded, making him tilt his head a bit. "Where's your room?" You pointed to the slightly ajar door that led to your bedroom. "Wait are we-?" Larek didn't let you finish when he set you on the bed.

"Stay there." He said lowly, making you shiver at the tone. Larek slowly unbuttoned his shirt, making sure you were watching him the whole time. The lower he got, the more that was exposed. Even though you could appreciate a gut, he didn't have any signs of one. His abs and chest were solid, pure muscle. Lareks hands carefully slipped the fabric off his shoulders and arms, letting it fall to the floor. His orcish tattoos stood out against his olive green skin. You had never seen him without a shirt and the tattoos made him way more attractive to you. It was obvious when it came to his ears and nose piercing but what really got you going was seeing that he had nipple piercings too. "Good gods..." You panted out, a tent already starting to form in your pants.

Larek grinned and untied his belt, pulling it out and dropping it to the floor with his shirt. He beckoned you over and you followed, slipping off the bed to stand in front of him. He looked down at you, the same grin still lining his lips. He took your hands and placed them on his abs. "Go on. You're getting a first hand look at the things you've been watching for so long." He said lowly as you looked up to him with wide eyes. Since you were invited to, you ran your hands all over. Starting from his abs, trailing up to his ribs, then just under his chest. Your breath caught when you looked back up to him again to see him biting his bottom lip. "Keep going..." He purred, voice rubbing through his chest. You reached up and grabbed his chest. It was softer than you anticipated but you loved how big and muscular it was. He moaned when you squeezed them before moving to pinch and pull at his pierced nipples.

"Yeah... Just like that..." He said, licking his lips as he watched you feel him up. You couldn't help yourself, almost as if you were getting pulled in. You found your mouth connecting to his chest, sucking on the perky bud, rolling the piercing over your tongue. Larek moaned again and grabbed the back of your neck, holding on to keep you close, forcing you to suck at his chest. His other hand pulled you in, pressing your body against his. You could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against you. 'Fuck he's big' you thought, Larek pulling you away only to switch you to the other side. Your eyes rolled closed as his other hand slipped itself in your pants to grope at your ass.

Once Larek seemed satisfied, he pulled you away and made you face him. "Take them off." He was referring to his own pants and briefs, which were growing ever tighter as he continued to get hard. You nodded and looked up to him as you slowly unbuttoned his pants, delicate fingers slipping under the wristband, pulling them down to his ankles. Larek stepped out of them and kicked them to the pile of clothes he had made. "Almost there." He whispered, watching as you slowly slipped his brief down as well, his hard cock bouncing to display. "Holy fuck..." You whispered, seeing that he also had piercings lining the underneath of his shaft. Larek tilted his head at your reaction. "Think you'll be ok?" You eagerly nodded and he grinned again, picking you up and throwing you on the bed. "Good..." He growled, ripping your shirt off. You gasped at the sudden exposure. Thankfully, you didn't like these clothes much anyway as he also ripped your pants off, leaving you in your underwear.

Having this muscle hunk hover over you made your cock drip with pre, already soaking through the fabric that hid your sensitive area. Larek looked up to you to see if this was ok to continue with and you nodded. He leaned down and bit the waistband, pulling them down with his teeth, making you wonder if he's done this before. That thought quickly dissipated when he spread your legs, seating himself between them. He didn't even asked and reached over to your side dresser, instantly finding the lube you stored inside of it. "I knew you were a little perv..." He teased, making you cover your face. Larek chuckled and poured the cool liquid over your entrance, rubbing it in gently.

You were worried you wouldn't be able to take his fingers let alone his cock. "L-Larek... Just, slow please..." You panted out, cock twitching when he flashed a toothy grin. "I'll be gentle." He said, slowly pushing a finger in, making your gasp and close your eyes tight. Larek used his other hand to move your arms away from your face. "Look here." He said, wanting you to look at him again. You slowly opened your eyes and looked up to him, lingering for a moment before trading down to his body and, also, dripping cock. "You turn me on so much..." He spoke in a deep tone, leaning down as he slowly slipped another finger in, making your toes curl. "Larek..!" You moaned out, feeling him stretch your hole. "Almost there..." He said working you open for potentially a third. Larek pulled you in for a kiss, instantly slipping his tongue in to reveal he also has multiple tongue piercings right down the middle. You could never see them but were surprised there was more than one.

"Larek please-" He cut you off with a moan as he slipped a third in, throughly stretching you to make sure you were ready for him. "Please just fuck me already..." You said, cock twitching and dripping, begging to cum. Larek kissed you again as he pulled his fingers out, lubing himself up as he watched you squirm under him. "I'm pushing in now." He said, only taking a second to himself up before he pushed the tip in. He moaned out, hands holding on to your waist as the first of five piercings slipped in. You panted as you tried to relax, wanting to let him push in more. The piercing rubbed against your walls, not enough to hurt but not enough to feel good either. "Keep going..." You begged, arms reaching up to wrap around his neck.

Larek leaned down and let you cling on to him. He slowly pushed in again, one more popping in followed by another not far behind. Two more left and he'll be all the way. You already felt so full but wanted to take all of him. With a nod, Larek pushed himself all the way in. You moaned and throw your head back, having him all the way really filled you out. "Fuck..." You whimpered as he kissed at your collarbone. "I'm gonna start slow." He said, slowly pulling himself out before pushing back in. The feeling of the piercings turned it up to a twelve as he started to fuck you. "Oh gods... Oh fuck please..." You moaned out, begging him to go faster and harder. Larek picked up his pace, pressing your face into his chest again, squeezing it between his pecks.

"Fuck... We barely started and I'm already getting close..." He admitted. You felt a wave of pleasure knowing that your turned him on that much. "Me too." You mumbled out, voice muffled slightly as he fucked into you. Larek moaned lowly as he edged closer and closer. As soon as he got close, he started to stroke you as well, wanting to cum together. You moaned out as he finally touched your aching dick. "Fuck!" He groaned out, pulling out and stroking himself, finishing by shooting his load all over your thighs and ass. His other hand tensing and stroking your to your own orgasm. Your eyes rolled closed again as your climaxed, cumming all over both your stomachs. Larek fell to the side of you, panting softly as he pulled you close. "That was fucking good..." He said, a pleasure look plastered on his face. You smiled and nodded, biting your lip as you kissed at his chest and collarbone.

"Think you have enough energy for a few more rounds? I'm still hard as a rock..."

[johnslittlespoon]

Ok going anon for this one lol. So your posts about edging made me think of the opposite like I have such a kink for John coming too early like he is so turned on by Gale he can’t help it. (Thinking of one of those 5 things fic too like 5 times John finishes too early). This also feeds into my John praise kink which is my favorite like what if John just comes from Gale praising him? Gale would find it super hot and delight in making him come untouched or come in his pants. I’m just so into needy!desperate! John.

YUPPP yuppp this shit lives rent free in my head oh my god. needy desperate john is everything. i agree 1000%– with other people john's been with, he's been balanced, doesn't get worked up by specific tiny things, doesn't feel on the verge of coming in his pants from a stray look.

but with gale? the slightest thing sets john off, and sits at the front of his brain all day, getting him more and more flustered until they're finally alone and any restraint is out the window. (he's literally galesexual)

the first time it happens, john is mortified, tries to cover it up with his usual loud–mouthed confidence, cracking a joke when he recovers, but gale is just like fuck. fuck, that was hot. they're probably proper making out for the first time, and john's pressed to the navigator's table in an empty plane, and gale tugs at his bottom lip with his teeth so briefly, but suddenly john's spilling into his own briefs with a ragged moan, fingers digging into gale's waist.

the awkward "oh." from john when his vision comes back, and gale's breathy "did you...?" and john's reluctant nod. gale groans against his lips, pushes back into the kiss hard, pressing his hips against john's, head spinning with how hot it is that he got off on so little.

and the praise kink would for sure feed into it, it's such a thing for both of them– and as much as gale likes being praised too, there's just something about watching john absolutely glow when he sweet talks him, telling him how well he's doing, how pretty he looks; gale can't get enough of the reactions he gets from it.

but one evening john's deep in that pliant, floaty headspace, probably on his knees between gale's legs, face warm and flushed with a mouth full of dick. gale's just barely rocking his hips, hands petting at john's hair, being so soft and sweet with him, murmuring about how he's doing so good, taking him so well, so pretty on his knees for him.

and then he tugs gently at john's hair to get him to look up, admiring the hollow of his cheeks, the pink of his lips around him. groans low in his chest and rumbles out "oh bucky, such a good boy for me." and john whines loud around him, eyes rolling back before they snap shut, hips bucking up against nothing as he comes untouched, thighs shaking where he keeps his hands firmly in place because he hasn't been told he can do otherwise.

gale barely keeps it together as he watches his jaw go slack around his cock, quickly pulling out to jerk himself off, rambling out praises as john falls apart beneath him, painting the prettiest face and lips to the tune of john's raspy broken whimpers as he trembles between his legs, curls all wild and knuckles white with how hard he's gripping his thighs. it's the hottest thing gale's seen and he definitely leans into it in the future, wanting to see if john can get off without a single touch, just by listening to his voice.

[tiyawnyana]

Kinktober: Day 5

Daddy

A/N: oh my god

Pairing: Lo'ak x (fem) human character

Warnings: small sir kink, daddy kink, oral (fem received), fingering, finger sucking

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You and Lo'ak had been sweet on eachother for a while.. growing up together with Spider having introduced you to the sullys; you had grown incredibly close to Kiri at first but as you began to grow and change, so did the sullys. So did certain feelings.

Soon enough those feelings grew hard to ignore, but luckily, Lo'ak had felt the same way for you, so you began a quiet relationship. It was so sweet, he was so gentle with you, taking time to kiss you, hold you. He was so patient and slow with you when you first experimented together; held you on his lap and let you take control as you rode him softly.

You'd still experiment together, seeing what interested you both, testing new positions and things while hiding the relationship.

You had grown hungry for something you couldn't quite name, though. You literally couldn't, but you felt as if you could, you'd be embarrassed. You loved how tender he was; he'd build you up, slow and gradual before taking you apart just as quick. But you wanted something more.

He brings you through the woods, slowly walking the trail back to the labs you both had memorized.

You chuckle, leaning against his back. He had insisted on carrying you, as you had been walking all day anyway.

"What?" He grins coyly, glancing back at you.

"I can walk, you know," you begin, slightly leaning backwards.

"I know, babe," he nods soft, having heard his dad call his mom the earthly pet name,"I don't mind, though."

"Ugh-" you groan jokingly,"but you-"

"Oh, shush, I like carrying you," he tenderly squeezes your thighs.

You only sigh before leaning your chin on his shoulder,"Yes, sir."

You notice his immediate rigidness, tail having perked straight up and he coughed lightly.

"Are you ok?" You question, leaning forward to inspect his face.

"Yeah- yes, I'm fine."

You squint at him, taking note of his darkened cheeks. Almost as if a lightbulb appears above you, you smirk.

"If you say so," a shit eating grin,"Sir."

He stumbles, you yelp, and he quickly crouches to not drop you.

He lets you go, coughing and clearing his throat. You quickly hop off of his back, circling around his front to gaze at him. He's still looming over you a good few inches despite being on his knees now, but you take stifled delight in his embarrassed gaze flicking away from you, ears tucked back and cheeks dark. His tail curls around, showing his emotions better.

"Do you enjoy being called sir?" You ask sweetly, stepping closer and lifting your hands to drift along his pecs.

He coughs,"Uh- I don't know.."

You grin soft, but go serious,"we haven't really talked about those sorta things, have we? We done new positions but.. not those."

He glances back at you before sighing in embarrassment,"No, we haven't.. I, uh- yeah, it sounded nice."

Your hands drift over his chest soft and sweet before raising higher, cupping the sides of his neck,"What else do you like? You're always so.. gentle on me, having me determine everything.. and don't get me wrong I love it, but I want you to explore things too.."

He groans, huffing through his nose as he tilts his head back,"I don't want to hurt you, though."

"I know you won't.. now please, Lo'ak," you search for his gaze,"Sir?"

His jaw clenches and heat begins to pool between your legs. His hands come up to tenderly cup your waist.

You think for a second, remembering some old pornos you had checked out, trying to find some new positions,"Daddy?"

He chokes on his saliva, head snapping to stare down at you. He doesn't even say anything, his tail and ears do the talking you need to know, and you grin with a lusty glint in your eye.

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head quick,"Shush-"

"But daddy," a purr in your voice.

He grips your hips, tugging you firmly against his front and you gasp; it's then that you feel the rigid length against your stomach, hot arousal shooting down between your legs.

"Want you to fuck me, daddy," you directly quote one of the lines from the video,"Please, haven't I been good?"

"Oh my god-" He lifts you up, over his shoulder before stalking back to the lab, beelining straight to your space. You're giggling on his shoulder, gasping as his hands grip the back of your thigh, drifting up, up, long fingers just barely grazing over the seam of your shorts.

Thankfully you arrive to your lab much faster thanks to his bigger strides, and he's even quicker to open the door, stepping inside carefully and placing you to the floor. He grips one of the masks and drapes it around his neck before taking yours off, cupping your face and leaning down. He kisses you firmly, invading your mouth with his hot, wet tongue. He completely dominates you and you can't stop the broken whimper that leaks into his mouth.

He pulls back, tugging your shirt off impatiently; your makeshift bra is soon off after, nearly torn off.

You honestly can't believe how wet you are; he's so unbelievably hot in this moment you can't stop the hot coil below your belly, it's inevitable.

He stops for a moment,"Tell me if you want me to stop, ok?"

You nod shakily, no words.

"I need a yes or a no."

"Yes- yes, I will," you gulp, thighs clenching.

He sniffs the air in passing but groans as he takes in your aroused scent,"I can't get enough of your smell-"

He lifts you and you yelp, giggling quietly as he brings you to your bed down the hall. He drops you on your bed, immediately crouching to the floor and tugging your shorts down, fingers catching your underwear and tugging those down too. His hands are quicker to flip you onto your belly, having your legs dangle over the edge. His lips kiss and nips down your spine, hands reaching up to hook his thumbs over your ass, spreading you open. You moan shakily, head thumping into the blankets.

"Who am I?" He nearly purrs, the tone of his voice having your cunt tighten around nothing.

"Daddy," you moan out, only to receive a light bite on your bum.

"Louder."

You speak firmer,"Daddy, please-"

"I don't think you have been good enough to ask me for anything."

You whine, clenching the blankets in your fists,"I'm sorry- I'll be good! Promise, please-"

"We'll see," his gaze moves down, spotting your wet pussy. He stifles the groan he so badly wanted to release, but wants to appear stoic in this moment,"Let's see how good you can be- Don't cum until I tell you to."

You're about to object but he stops all train of thought when he ducks down, spreading your folds and licking a broad stripe up your cunt.

Lo'ak has always been generous with giving you oral; it was one of the first sexual things you two had done, he had become so good at it over time but never often doing it with the intention of making you cum. Or not, given the situation at hand.

You're breathless already, gasping and groaning against your bed as he circles his tongue around your clit, then lifting to prod at your leaking hole. He grips your bum cheeks firmly, spreading you open further as he groans into you, diving even more. His tongue fucks into you and you yelp, head lifting in surprise but you arch your back-

"Oh, god!" You drawl out,"Daddy- I can't, oh!"

He moans against you, the vibrations going straight into you like your own personal vibrator. Your hips squirm, face clenching up as you try to hold on for dear life.

"You will-" is all he says, pulling back for legit a second before gripping your left thigh, lifting and twisting you until you're on your back. He pulls your thigh over his shoulder before smothering his face back into your cunt. He brings one of his hands in, -God you can't get enough of those big digits- his fingers tracing at your hole before his middle finger thrusts into you completely.

The breath is knocked out of your lungs, you gasp in shock. Your eyes are wide, staring up at the ceiling in mute shock before he crooks his finger just right and-

"Oh- ah!" You yelp out a moan,"Please, Lo'ak-"

You gasp in surprise as he pulls his hand back before thrusting hard back into you, the heel of his palm slapping harsh against your clit.

"Who?" He smirks down at you in mock annoyance. He pulls back again, repeating the same rough finger fucking into your clenching pussy.

You swallow thickly, blinking hard, losing your train of focus,"Please! I- oh, Daddy!"

"There we go, good girl," he leans up, sucking over one of your perked nipples. He grins around the flesh as he feels you tighten up around him.

He decides then to insert his ring finger, immediately thrusting into you and keeping up that near brutal pace.

You can't muffle the stream of moans, whines and pleading that comes out, and Lo'ak can't help but lean in, sloppily kissing you despite your inability to kiss back properly.

His palm smacks deliciously over your wet folds and clit, fingers quirking just right and you choke on a moan, body not prepared as you shriek, back arching as you cum hard around his fingers.

"Daddy!" You drawl out, whining pathetically.

He only smirks, slowing his hand before pulling out, 'tsking' at you with mock anger.

"Told you not to cum until I told you to," he lifts his hand, inspecting his slick covered fingers. He gazes back down at you, grinning as you struggle to regain your breath, weakly looking at him.

"'M sorry, daddy," you pant out, the deep breaths shaking your chest.

He thinks for a moment before lifting his hand to your lips,"Be a good girl, clean my fingers from your mess."

You don't even hesitate, jaw dropping to allow him to sink his fingers into your mouth, tickling the back of your throat. His fingers press down on your tongue, holding your jaw open before your tongue begins to curl around the digits, licking them sloppily clean.

"Good girl," he praises before smirking,"We're just getting started though."

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A/N: funniest part to me? I don't even have a daddy kink but I mightve just pavloved myself

Anywho I kinda think that Lo'ak would be ultra soft with a human mate. He's too nervous at first, letting you lead and whatnot; he's fearful of going too hard and hurting you, but as soon as this encounter happens woof he is drilling you against a tree just outside the outskirts of the village while covering your mouth

[nburkhardt]

March 27th 1986, if you ask Eddie Munson, sucks. It blows, the worst of the worst (it’s technically the day he ‘died’.)

It will always be known around Hawkins that Eddie Munson died. That a few days before he supposedly killed Chrissy Cunningham, that he ran from her body because he didn’t know what else to do. So to Hawkins, March 27th is a day that cult leader, murderer Eddie Munson died. 

March 27th, 1986

Everything hurts, he can feel so many fangs biting into him. He’s pretty sure he’s screaming but his body is buzzing from the pain and his eyes are tightly shut. Hopefully his death is worth it, that him being demo-bat bait is enough time for the rest to defeat Vecna. It’s one of his only thoughts in his head, the other? He’s thinking about how disappointed he is that he didn’t get to make Harrington flush a pretty red down his chest, it’s not important but he saw the man’s face when ‘Big Boy’ came out of his mouth.

He doesn’t know how long the bats attack him, doesn’t know when the pain stopped. Doesn’t know if he passed out or actually died. All he knows currently is pain.

“-st keep it quiet in here, ok? We do have other patients in the rooms next door. Now, visiting hours is until seven and only one person can spend the night here.” A woman’s voice wakes him up and he doesn’t know who it is, “I’ll be back later to check vitals, please remember to keep it down”

There’s a few quiet ‘sorry ma’am’s and ‘won’t happen again’s and a door closing before he’s listening to voices get louder and definitely bickering. Then someone saying ‘shh’ over and over, “come on shithead, my head hurts and the doctors said Eddie needs rest and your voice is so annoying”

He wants to laugh, thinks he makes some sort of sound because the room falls silent.

“Eddie? Are you- are you awake?”

His eyes feel heavy but he manages to blink them open. Vision is blurry and he groans, blinking more and then the room is more in focus. The first thing he notices is the fact that he’s in a hospital room. There’s a beeping he didn’t notice, there’s an IV hooked to his arm and he doesn’t have to see to know everyone in the room is staring at him. The first person he notices is undoubtedly his Uncle Wayne, who’s tearing up and moves closer to the bed. “Ed, ya really scared me”

“I’m sorry, Wayne” he mumbles out immediately tearing up, he didn’t mean to upset his uncle. Just wanted to help, to make up for not saving Chrissy. Can’t get those words out, they’re stuck in his throat and he accepts the hug from Wayne within seconds. “Didn’t mean too, swear.”

Wayne huffs a laugh and tightens his arm, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

The moment doesn’t last long and next thing he knows, there’s Henderson looking both guilty and pissed off. “Dude! You didn’t need to do that!”

Eddie rolls his eyes and doesn’t answer him, doesn’t even pretend to think about anything to reply back, instead he looks around the room and notices Wheeler, Buckley and then his eyes find Harrington siting next to him. He’s actually the only one sitting down, looking exhausted and in pain.

Now’s not the time but hey, he almost died and a little high from the drugs and the fact that he’s fucking alive right now. He’s shooting his shot.

“Hey, Steve, wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me?”

The rest of the room goes silent and he doesn’t care, not much anyway. He just found out that Hell is real and underneath him, he’s allowed to ask another man to marry him. Doesn’t want to miss his chance now, because life is short and Harrington- Steve is someone he’d like to marry, even if they haven’t had many conversations. (He’s blaming his crush for this, he’s high okay?)

Steve looks like a deer in headlights, wide eyed with his mouth open and much to Eddie’s delight, a very nice blush is making its way up his face.

Minutes go by, and the silence is starting to get to him. He’s about ready to take it back but right as he opens his mouth, Steve is moving. Shifting the chair to face him better and closer, then a hand is sliding under his own and squeezes. His gaze flickers to the now entwined hands before looking at Steve, his face is a beautiful shade of red now.

“Let’s do dinner first?”

His smile is wide, he doesn’t even hear the immediate confusion and surprise from everyone else in the room. His focus is all on Steve and sees a smile bloom, “Hell yeah, beautiful”

~~~~

March 27th, 1987

While Hawkins celebrates a “death” there’s a small group of family and friends in a backyard listening to vows being traded. Smiles, tears and laughter is heard all around.

In front of everyone is Eddie and Steve, both wearing matching suits, sunflowers pinned on their jackets. Holding hands and smiling, eyes staring to water from words of protection and laughter, happiness and love.

Cheers start when the rings are traded and lips pressed together in a kiss to seal the deal.

Maybe someday in the future they can do this officially. For now, they’re happy with this. The matching rings sit on their fingers and a promise to love each other is all they need.

March 27th, 1987, if you ask Eddie Munson, is amazing, his favorite day. The best of the best and a beautiful day. He’ll forever remember it as the day he got to marry Steve Harrington. (And if he cries in their new bedroom a few weeks later when Steve shows him paper work of a name change, well, that’s between him and his husband)

~~~~

I wanted to write something with Eddie asking Steve to marry him. Had to include the date of course lol. I’m not going to explain any specifics on why Hawkins believes Eddie’s dead but it’s fine, they move away anyway. Eddie eventually makes it big with Corroded Coffin and Steve eventually becomes a teacher 🥰

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic jan 22 - cry - 873 words

sapphic jegulus feat. pregnant!jamie (and the wonders/horrors of hormones)

“Mh,” James makes around the mouthful of pretzels she keeps dipping into the Nutella, “He’s kicking again!”

Regulus is already off the step ladder, overalls clad knees hitting the plastic covered floor next to where James is slouched in their camping deck chair.

They’re painting the nursery today. Or, Regulus is, while James is putting up her feet as ordered (not by the midwife but by her god damn fiancé so she better listen) and dipping pickled cucumbers into the chocolate cream as well whenever she thinks Regulus isn’t paying attention.

Which she is never not, and especially since James came back to bed out of their en-suite bathroom with a positive pregnancy test that fateful day a few months ago.

James licks her lips off crumbs and takes Regulus’ hand to where Harry is pedaling away inside her stomach, placing her palm over Regulus’ pale fingers.

It doesn’t take too long for Regulus to feel the skin move under her own palm, James’ skin warm where her shirt has ridden up over the bump.

For a woman that’s refusing to put on anything pregnancy wear related she’s been pretty keen on the idea of Regulus in an old crop top and overalls for her painting get-up.

James chuckles above her when Harry goes a little wild at Regulus’ proximity—she’s convinced he can already differentiate between his two moms.

Regulus less so, since he’s barely the size of an eggplant and all.

Still, she indulges her fiancé, and it’s true nonetheless that speaking to the baby firms the connection even as it’s still inside the womb.

Regulus hums happily, lips tugging at the corners and out of the corner of her eye she sees James’ nose scrunching in delight.

“Hello, babyboy,” she speaks at the belly, “Already training for your first triathlon in there, huh?”

James shakes the shaggy hair out of her doe eyes, grinning cockily, “Of course! He’s gonna place first on his very first go, too.”

Regulus rolls her grey eyes, “Not to already put any pressure on him or anything.”

James rolls hers in return, smile not fading as she brushes some of Regulus’ long, wavy hair behind her shoulder, caressing her cheek with her fingertips. “Love, you know damn well I’ll support him in whatever he chooses to like spending his time doing. But to be honest, between the two of us? I’d bet a Turning he’s on a balance bike before he can even run properly.”

Regulus scowls a little, James unperturbed as she looks back at her before arching a brow.

Regulus bends down over her belly again, cupping a hand around her mouth and whispering at their little baby, “She’s right, y’know. But don’t tell her I said that.”

Her fiancé cackles, throwing her head back and Regulus sets her lips down against the belly in a gentle kiss.

There’s a little sore spot in her chest suddenly and she blows out a breath through her nose, still so close to James’ belly Regulus feels the air hit her back.

“Harry,” she starts, “I know I’m probably not a naturally good mommy. There’s still lots of what I have to learn, and unlearn, especially. But I’m doing the work, I promise. I’m reading the books, and talking to my therapist on a set schedule because I love you. You’re not even here for me to hold but I already love you so much I feel like I could pulverize a whole fleet of ships if it meant nothing bad ever happens to you.”

She kisses the bronze skin again, thumb swiping back and forth over the small spot that keeps being pushed at, “I also know that I’ll mess up eventually but that’s okay because that’s normal. And I promise you—I promise, ok?—that I’ll love you so much it’ll make up for all of it.”

Suddenly there’s a sniffle from above and Regulus head whips around alarmed to see James lips in a quivering pout, chin wrinkling and tears welling impossibly high in her bloodshot eyes.

“Baby,” Regulus makes a cooing noise, moving one hand to cup James’ jaw, “Why are you crying, what’s wrong?”

James gives a little hiccup, aggressively gasping up the snot, “That was so sweet, what the fuck.”

Regulus tucks her lips in to keep from breaking into a small laugh and nods understandingly. James’ hormones have been rollercoastering a little the past few weeks.

“And also hot,” she adds, gaze dipping to Regulus’ lips and then lower where she knows the metal of her pierced nipples is peeking through the cotton. James pulls her lower lip between her teeth, gnawing on it before shrugging slightly, distracted by the view, “Talking about raising hell for his well-being and stuff.”

“And stuff,” Regulus parrots, sliding her hand around to James’ waist and licking the corner of her lips, knowing exactly what the best approach is to get James out of her headspace here now.

In the end, all it takes is Regulus leaning in closer, voice husky and telling James she’d kill for their little family without batting an eye for James to ask her to fuck her on the sofa from behind with the mirror in the hallway facing them.

[jobean12-blog]

Teenage Dirtbag

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 1,776

Summary: Eddie Munson is your hero. 

Author’s Note: I just couldn’t get the thought of going to the arcade with Eddie out of my head and I wanted to do something with him being protective! Hope you all enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much lovely always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet friend Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you sweets 🥰

Warnings: some small moments of angst because bullies suck but mostly fun, sweet and soft fluff and protective Eddie! :) 

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Eddie’s eyes drop to his feet and he starts to step away from you but before you can ask what’s going on you hear a voice you loathe.

“What the hell are you talking to this freak for?” Jason sneers from behind you.

You give Eddie an apologetic smile and spin on your heels.

“It’s none of your business Carver,” you seethe.

“Aw come on now don’t get angry baby. I was just gonna ask if you wanted to go out with me this weekend,” Jason continues, ignoring your death glare.

You hear Eddie quietly slipping away behind you and you shoot one last warning glare at Jason before turning to run after Eddie.

“Eddie! Wait!”

He turns at the sound of your voice, quickly looking over your shoulder to see Jason and the rest of the basketball team staring daggers at him.

“I wanted to ask you something,” you say, grabbing his chin to direct his eyes back to you.

He smiles, warm and sweet and you can’t help the way your heart skips a beat.

“Did you hear about the new arcade that opened up in town?” you ask him, loving the way his eyes light up at the mention of it.

“Hell yea!” he answers excitedly.

“Wanna go check it out with me on Friday?” you ask, as you clutch your books to your chest and sway on your feet.

“Me?” he gasps, pointing a finger at his chest. “You want to go with me? Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson?”

You grab his hand and lower it, pushing him backward and away from Jason and the crowd.

“Eddie don’t say that” you whisper. “You’re not a freak but if you’re looking for excuses not to go with me…”

Your eyes lower and you let out a defeated sigh.

“Wait. You mean it,” he says in disbelief.

Big brown eyes meet yours when he dips his head to look at you.

“Yea I mean it. I want to go with you.”

The furrow between his brow softens and then his face breaks out into a grin.

“Ok. Yea. Let’s do it!”

You squeal in happiness and stand on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll see you Friday!” you giggle before heading to your locker.

Eddie stands motionless by the doors of the cafeteria, his skin still tingling from the feel of your lips. He presses his fingers to the spot and digs his teeth into his bottom lip, trying to contain his delight.

He’s pulled from his thoughts when Jason and the team brush past him, bumping his shoulder and giving him dirty looks. His gaze follows their retreat and he promptly holds up both middle fingers to their backs.

On Friday night you’re standing outside the arcade, searching the parking lot, your stomach twisted in nervous knots at the thought that Eddie might not show.

“Hey.”

You hear Eddie’s voice but it isn’t until you turn around that you see him emerging from the shadows.

“Eddie!” you say excitedly. “You’re here. I was worried you weren’t going to show.”

He silently studies you and you stare back when suddenly he presses his hands over his heart and throws himself backward with a dramatic flourish, pretending to be shot in the chest.

You shout his name but the moment he looks up at you through his curls you giggle, his smile only growing. He stands up and saunters closer, his eyes warm.

“I’ve been looking forward to it all week,” he answers.

“Me too,” you tell him, not waiting for a response and taking his hand to rush the door.

The screens of the games are bright against the low lighting and the sounds of mashing buttons and bleeps and bloops fill your ears.

“Where to first?” Eddie asks as he looks around with glee.

“Space Invaders!” you squeal and take off.

You find the game and reach into your pocket for change. Eddie’s hand lands softly on your shoulder.

“I got it,” he says before sliding the coin in.

You smile brightly with a thanks and start to play. Eddie stands behind you, his body bumping yours in his excitement as you shoot the aliens.

“You’re pretty good,” he winks when the game is over.

“Your turn,” you challenge.

He eyes you with a lopsided smirk. “Oh, I see how it is,” he teases. “Watch and learn baby.”

You giggle and press yourself against him, tensing every time the aliens light up the screen.

“Come on Eddie!”

Your fingers curl around his arm and you hop next to him, cheering him on. The game ends and he let’s out a whoop when he sees his name at the top of the high score list. You lean into him and kiss his cheek.

“You’re good,” you croon.

“Am I gonna get a kiss every time I win?” he asks, smiling down at you.

“Maybe,” you reply, batting your lashes. “But there’s no way you’re going to beat me at Pac Man. Come on!”

He watches with awe as you rack up point after point in Pac Man, your tongue peeking out from between your lips with your concentration. He can’t help the way his eyes are drawn to your mouth and when you finally die you catch him staring. He gives you a sheepish smile before bowing theatrically, his curls falling to cover his face.

“That. Was. Amazing!” he cheers. “Not sure I can actually beat that. But I’m sure as hell gonna try. I want another kiss.”

He waggles his eyebrows, wiping his sweaty palms over his jeans before he inserts the coin. He starts off great, but the harder the mazes get the more he falters and when he loses with a score that doesn’t come close to yours he gives you puppy dog eyes.

“You didn’t even come close,” you lightly tease.

“You wound me,” he cries, falling to his knees on the carpeted floor.

He clasps his hands together pleadingly and you laugh harder. Your hands close around his and you give him a tug, squealing his name when he doesn’t budge and you practically fall into his arms.

You’re tangled in a clumsy embrace, your cheeks sore from laughing when you hear the nasty words of Jason and the moment is ruined.

“Is this really how you want to spend your Friday night baby?” he asks, addressing you.

You lips press together firmly and you roll your eyes.

“What are you doing here Jason?” you answer, taking Eddie’s outstretched hand and standing up, pressing yourself into his side.

Jason advances and Eddie moves in front of you, holding up his hands.

“Get out of my way freak. She’s coming with me,” Jason sneers.

“Don’t you think you should ask her what she wants to do?” Eddie says as calmly as possible.

You grip Eddie’s denim vest, your body trembling with anger.

“I’m not going with you Carver. Leave us alone,” you shout.

Jason smiles threateningly. “I don’t think so.”

He rushes Eddie and grabs his shirt, getting in his face. “Out of my way freak!” He throws Eddie aside and wraps his fingers around your wrist, giving you a harsh pull toward him.

You cry out from the pain of his grip and try to fight him off.

“Jason! Stop!” you yell. “Let me go.”

Before you can even call for Eddie you see a blur of movement out of the corner of your eye and Jason is ripped off you. They scuffle and Eddie somehow gets the upper hand on Jason, cocking his fist back and throwing it into his jaw.

Jason cries out in pain and stumbles backward, landing on his ass and clutching his face.

“You son of a bitch,” Jason screams, lunging for Eddie.

Eddie stands stunned, shaking his aching hand back and forth but before Jason can reach him the owner of the arcade storms over and breaks it up.

The rest of the basketball team runs up behind Jason, the commotion having drawn a crowd.

“Let’s get out of here,” Jason spits, but not before leveling Eddie with menacing look. “This isn’t over Munson.”

You watch Jason walk away, your hands shaking.

“Eddie,” you whisper, running to him.

His eyes are wide as he looks you over.

“Are you ok?” he asks in a whisper, his concern growing when you shiver.

Without thinking he shrugs off his vest and jacket and drapes them over your shoulders, tucking you into the material until you’re wrapped in the smell of him.

You nod and take his hand, lifting his bruised knuckles up to your lips and lightly brushing them over the swollen skin. You can hear his breath hitch at the touch of your lips.

“I am now…thanks to you,” you breathe out. “You’re my hero Eddie.”

You take a step closer, pressing yourself against him.

“Is your hand ok? What about guitar?” you ask, your eyes watering.

He tilts his head as he stares down at you and wiggles his fingers all around, his rings catching the lights.

“Fingers still work just fine sweetheart,” he winks with a mischievous grin.

Your lips part with your slight intake of breath and his eyes immediately drop to your mouth.

“You know…” he says, his tone playfully smug as he dips his head, “the hero always gets the girl…and lots of kisses.”

His lips hover just above yours, his soft curls tickling your cheek and his long lashes lowering.

“Is that how it goes in all your D n D campaigns?” you whisper.

“It’s never this good,” he answers, brushing his lips across yours.

Your lashes flutter closed and he presses his mouth to yours, curling his hand at the back of your neck to draw you closer. You clutch the front of his shirt before you fingers slide up his chest and into his hair.

His free hand falls to your waist and he slips his fingers into his jacket, his calloused thumb finding a sliver of your soft skin. You gasp into his mouth and tug on his hair, eliciting a low moan from the back of his throat.

“Eddie,” you whimper, pulling away only for need of air.

He rests his forehead to yours, slowly opening his eyes and letting them wander over your face with reverence.

“I hope I don’t have to punch anyone again to get another one of those,” he smiles as his grip on your waist tightens and he keeps you pressed close.

You giggle and shake your head no, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“But uh…just to be clear, I definitely will,” he states with a grin.

@book-dragon-13 @christywantspizza @dreamlessinparis @goldylions @hiddles-rose @jhangelface0523 @lookiamtrying @loki-laufeyson-1054 @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @munsonsduchess @randomfandompenguin @seitmai @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814 @beefybuckrrito @nerdypinupcrystal @nordlysinthewoods​ @whippoorwillbarnes​

[newtonsheffield]

Ooh, can we please get Newton Thoughts on him thinking he's running the whole damn farm and how did anything get done before he got there? He looks at Anthony like, "OK, Mum and I have to go to London. Please don't undo all my hard work while we're gone."

Oh my god, imagine

Here’s some Newton thoughts™️

Newton sighed as he looked over at Katie’s mate, shaking his head. Anthony was a very nice man, he really was. Newton had been curious about him since Katie had lain on their old bed with him and sighed,

“Okay, it’s silly because he lives really far away but I really like him, Buddy.”

Newton had no idea who he was but he was a curious, so he nudged her with his nose to go on.

“I… really want to meet him in person but he hasn’t asked me and… you know what, I’m going to do it. I’m going to pretend I have a reason to go to Kent and I’ll ask him to meet me and we’ll just… rip off the bandaid.”

Newton nestled against her neck in support.

He was feeling a little less supportive when he was unceremoniously dumped at Eddie and Goosey’s. With only his travel bed to sleep on, and a handful of toys. He’d tried giving Katie the cold shoulder when she came to pick him up on Sunday night, smelling completely unlike herself. He sniffed delicately at her as she bundled him into the car and huffed as he smelled the masculine scent clinging to her.

So the meeting with her new mate had gone well. Interesting.

“Newton, he was so sweet!” Kate said on the way home, “I had the best time with him. I think me and Anthony could really be something. And! Get excited, little guy, we’re going to the country next weekend and you’ll get to run around the farm with the sheep. That’ll be fun.”

Newton huffed, trying not to sound too interested in case Katie got the idea that he’d be moving to a farm of all places.

But as the week had worn on Katie had sounded so happy every time Anthony had called her and truly: by the time Friday came around he’d been desperate to see this Anthony. Curious about what had gotten Katie so enamoured with him.

He’d sat in his car seat and watched the grass roll by, a little mournful that he wouldn’t be able to chase his favourite squirrel tomorrow morning. But he supposed if this Anthony had a farm, as he’d been promised, there might be one there. From the second they arrived Newton felt excitement building in his chest as Kate let him out, the grass soft under his paws, the air filled with so many smells.

A man stepped forward, waving to Kate a little nervously, “Kate, Hi! You made it!”

“Hey, Babe.” Kate wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close and Newton averted his eyes.

“This must be Newton.”

Yes, Newton huffed as Anthony crouched in front of him, scratching behind his ears. Thank you for finally greeting me. Took you long enough.

Anthony smelled nice though, Newton was a little dismayed to notice, and his hands were warm but Newton had gotten immediately distracted by the two pups who had run up behind him. They smelled close to Anthony, but they weren’t his puppies, Newton didn’t think as he licked the girl’s face, giddy at her delighted laughter. He liked the pups. They gave him treats and let them sleep on their beds but even better than the pups were the sheep.

Newton loved that. He loved running around after them and he realised with a sigh that Anthony needed his help if he was going to get this place in order. He seemed absolutely bloody determined to undo Newton’s hard work as quickly as possible. He kept moving the sheep to ridiculous spots around the yard no matter how many times Newton called out to him.

Anthony! No! No! The other way!

And normally, Newton wouldn’t mind doing the most work out of everyone. He was used to being the backbone of the family. But today him and Katie were going back to London for a few days. And he just knew when he got back Anthony would have undone everything.

Newton sighed as he walked up to Anthony, placing his paw on Anthony’s boot.

I know this is hard for you, buddy. But you need to just try and keep things running without me.

“Oh, bud.” Anthony chuckled, “Are you going to miss me?”

Honestly, I’m worried about you. I don’t know how this was a successful venture before I got here. Newton sighed, Just leave the sheep alone, please. I’ll tend to them when I get back.

[heavenbarnes]

I’m obsessed with bestfriend!eddie but what about jealous best friend eddie?!

one thing about me, im fucking nuts for the best friend dynamic x

(nsfw under the cut)

Hearing the sound of the van outside, the corners of your mouth pricked up in a smile as you grabbed your keys. The drivers door opened and you could hear the last seconds of whatever song Eddie was blasting as he drove to get you from work.

Excitedly skipping outside, you locked up the diner and turned to face him in the cool night air. “Helloooo.”

“What are you wearing?”

Your smile didn’t falter as such but it certainly took you back. You knew he was bad but you didn’t think he was this bad.

“Delightful,” You snorted a breath through your nose. “I’m great thank you, Eddie how are you?”

He drew in a deep breath before dramatically stepping towards you. “Hi, I’ve missed you, you look beautiful, what are you wearing?”

Giving one glance down the length of you, your handles fiddled inside the pockets of the jacket that hung off your shoulders. “It’s just a jacket.”

“Yeah, a Hawkins High Letterman jacket.” He corrected. “Where did you get it?”

“I forgot my jacket this morning when I left for work and I said it was a little cold, so one of the basketball guys lent me theirs.”

Eddie’s eyes were firmly fixed on your face, not even wanting to take notice of the way the fabric consumed you. Gaudy colours wrapping you up and brushing against your skin. Touching you in places only he should.

“It’s no big deal.” You probably shouldn’t have added that judging by the way Eddie’s normally round eyes narrowed at you.

“Take it off.”

“Eddie, you’re being-“

“Take it off.”

“Eddie, this is silly-“

All he said was your name, but the way it sounded coming deep from in his chest stopped you in your tracks. To you it was just a jacket, but you couldn’t play dumb and pretend you didn’t know what it meant to him.

Huffing a deep sigh you turned on your heel and unlocked the diner again as you slid the fabric down your arms. As you threw it onto the counter and locked the store again, you huffed and puffed at your best friend behind you.

“Eddie, you are being so silly it is just a jacket and you know I don’t- oh.”

As you turned back towards him, the unexpected sight shut you right back up again. Eddie’s right arm was extended towards you with his leather jacket and vest in the grasp of his hand.

He shook it once when you didn’t take it from him. “Here.”

“Oh- well, thank you.” You ate your words from earlier as you slipped your arms into the material and felt it sit nicely over you.

Hands going into the pockets, you felt a lighter in one and a hair tie of yours in the other. Your cheeks started to heat a little as the embarrassment of your earlier actions and the notion of being draped in Eddie’s clothes started to settle.

“Next time you forget a jacket, don’t wear one of theirs,” The way he spoke it had undertones of an instruction. “Call me and I’ll drop this off.”

“Eddie, you can’t just leave school to-“

His brow raised and he cocked his head at you. Silly of you to imply that Eddie gave a fuck about leaving school early, especially when it came to you.

“Ok, I will,” You lowered your head to nuzzle into the neck of his jacket. “I definitely will when this smells like you.”

Eddie’s gaze dropped from your face to the jacket and then back up to where you were now staring directly at him. He took a few swift steps forward and took you by the waist as he continued forward.

You felt your back come into contact with the diner door, pressing you up against it as his nose was against yours. “I want you wearing my clothes, smelling like me, I want everyone to know-“

“Know what? That you’re just my best friend” You bit back, nudging his face up with your nose and letting your lips nip at his chin.

“Yeah, just my best friend,” He sighed, hands massaging your waist as his knee slotted between your legs drawing a gasp out of you. “Who just lets me fuck her like a whore whilst she wears my clothes.”

[sashi-ya]

➡ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖’𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓? ʟᴀᴡ x ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ .mini scenario - 800~ .sfw/suggestive language

Getting to know the meaning of a heart, carving the sweet memories of a dark past on his skin.

“Takes your shirt off whenever you are ready” you professionally say, preparing the needle, the machinery, the ink. He hums and slowly lets his shirt fall from his shoulders to his hands.

His caramel skin, it’s such a delightful treat to your eyes. “So, let me place the stencil on you… this might feel a little cold” you tell him as you spray his chest. You can see his pores reacting, his flesh getting a little bumpy, his nipples hardening.

You swallow… be professional. Be… professional… don’t let the closeness to your face make you weak.

You take gasp of air, and place the blue prints of the drawing of a beautiful heart with a smiling face on it… is that a Jolly Roger? You can feel the way his chest goes up and down slowly, the warmth of his breathing grazing your forearm as you fix the stencil. His gaze is glued to the ceiling of your studio; Law looks different from the day you tattooed his hand. This tattoo is full of love, you can see it.

“Awesome! now that it’s placed, would you mind taking a look at it and tell me if it’s ok?” you ask him, bringing a mirror in your hands.  

Law blesses you with a soft smile, he inspects his reflection while you try to focus on whatever is around but his chest. “It’s ok, (Name)-ya” he almost whispers, a low speech tinted with perhaps yearning for other times. “Good ~” you hum, putting the mirror back on it’s place and pointing at the tattoo chair.

The surgeon drags himself to the cot, he lays on his back and waits for you. You, trying to fight the way your heart beats faster, breath to calm yourself.

“So, if you are ready we can start” you inform him, with the machine turned on and new gloves covering your hands. “Go ahead, it’s ok if it hurts” he sighs, fixing his icy stare on yours. You give him a sweet beam, “I will do my best, don’t worry”

Your light shines over his skin allowing your eyes to enjoy every detail of his skin, even barely noticeable white spots here and there. You wonder what happened to him, perhaps he had been sick?

The buzzing sound of the needles going in and out start to fill the studio, they are ready to perpetuate black lines on a living canvas. “Here we go” you inform him right before the first spot is covered. He flinches a little and tries to dissimulate it, how cute is that.  

You focus yourself into creating the perfect heart ever made on his beautiful chest, you will be part of him eternally, how lucky will be the person who will kiss those lines… “So, are you doing this heart for something in special? Or just art? It’s so beautiful and the fact that you designed it yourself, it’s even better!” you chime, while wiping the excess of ink that drains from the scarring process.

“I- yes. It’s because of the man who saved my life” he says, shortly and concisely. “I see… well, this is truly beautiful, Law” you whisper back as you keep working on the smile of the centre piece. “Thanks…”

You bite your lip, how sad… what happened to that man? Why is he tattooing something in his honour? Is he dead? Probably… You place your hand on his chest for bare seconds before continuing further once you realize such thing. Like an unspoken “I’m sorry” you let it there; the latex of your gloves being the only thing in between your skin and his.

You notice him watching at your reflection on the mirror in front of you, your cheeks become hot, and your lips separate. Breathing becoming slightly haste, throat dry. You don’t dare to look at him directly, but you know he knows you know he is watching you. A little smirk garnishes your commissures, since the time you tattooed his other hand, tension built in between you two… and it feels so exhilarating, it makes you weak.

The last curl is added, at this point you are exhausted. Because of the tattoo? Not exactly. You are stressed out from trying to dissimulate the way you lust over this man.

“Good, it’s done!” you announce, cleaning all the excess black matter dripping from the design. “I wouldn’t mind if you took a little longer” he says, and even if someone would probably take it as an insult, the smirk on his face can only mean one thing.

Perhaps, the lucky one to kiss those lines will be you after all…

[fanficshiddles]

The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 25

It had been a rough few weeks after the death of another student. All the vampires were on high alert, the teachers took turns doing some late-night patrols of the city, mainly just flying around, making sure any students that were out and about were keeping safe.

Claire didn’t have any further nightmares of Chris, thankfully. She was getting braver every time she saw him, able to just block him out and know he was just toying with her for the fun of it.

Claire was at Loki’s place, she had just showered and was lazing in his bed with just a towel wrapped around her body and a towel wrapped in her hair. She’d gotten distracted with the book she was currently reading while she let her hair dry a bit.

When Loki walked into the bedroom silently, after being out on a late-night patrol, he saw the delightful sight of her lying on her stomach on his bed, reading. She hadn’t heard him come in.

Smirking, he quietly stalked over to the bed. Once within reach, he flipped the towel up quickly to reveal her ass and he leaned down to take a bite from her left cheek.

‘Aaaah!’ Claire cried out loudly in surprise as Loki’s teeth sank into her flesh.

Loki laughed wickedly when she rolled over onto her back. ‘You sneak!’ She laughed as he crawled onto the bed and over the top of her.

She playfully tried to wrestle him, Loki let her think she was winning, he let her push him over and sit on top of him.

‘Ah ha!’ She cheered.

Though he only let her have the false sense of security for a moment, he whipped her towel clean off her body, wrapped his arms around her and flipped her over, pinning her back down under him as she let out a screech of laughter.

She couldn’t resist when his arm came close to her face, she leaned forward and bit his forearm. She thought quite hard…

‘Aww, how cute.’ He mocked with a chuckle.

‘Did that not hurt at all?’ Claire pouted.

Loki grinned and brushed his thumb along her lower lip. ‘Nope. More like a light tickle.’

‘Pfft.’ Claire tried biting him again, going for his thumb this time.

Loki raised an eyebrow in response and tilted his head slightly. ‘Are you in a bratty mood, my darling?’

She shrugged. ‘Maybe… perhaps I need vampy to sort me out.’

Loki smirked. ‘Is that going to be my new nickname?’ He asked as he sat up and began unbuttoning his shirt.

‘Probably.’ She grinned widely and sat up too so she could run her hands up across his chest when he shrugged off his shirt. ‘Everything ok tonight?’

‘Rather quiet again tonight… I think most of the students are scared to be out in the dark.’ Loki hummed as he started unbuckling his belt.

‘I don’t really blame them.’ Clarie sighed. Her eyes trailed downwards when he made short work of removing his trousers, leaving him as naked as she was. He often went commando, which she certainly didn’t complain about.

‘Are you on patrol again tomorrow night?’ She asked, still trailing her hands over his chest, Loki smirked wickedly.

‘Never mind the small talk. I thought you needed vampy to sort this brattyness out.’ He growled darkly.

Claire’s stomach flipped as Loki’s large hand wrapped around her neck and he pushed her back down forcefully on the bed, his mouth was upon hers hungrily. His tongue was very active as he let his fangs emerge when he felt her tongue tracing along his upper teeth. She squeaked into his mouth when she felt the sharp points, making him chuckle into her mouth.

‘You’re such a little vampire slut.’ Loki snarled as he reared back and flipped her over onto her stomach with such ease.

The thought that he was so strong to lift her like she weighed absolutely nothing, she knew that he really could do whatever he wanted to her and she wouldn’t be able to stop him… That should terrify her, but it just aroused her to no end.  

He lifted her up so she was on her hands and knees, then to her surprise, he brought his hand down forcefully on her ass. She yelped in surprise and then gasped at how her body reacted to the pain… Loki could clearly smell exactly just how she was reacting to it, too.

Loki chuckled wickedly as he repeated his actions a few times, the spanks getting more forceful each time. His red hand prints were already appearing on her skin. He couldn’t resist leaning down and biting her ass again, but this time properly biting her with his fangs and piercing her skin. She let out a big gasp, though the feeling of his fangs piercing into her made her feel instantly hazy.

He rubbed his hand over his fang marks on her skin, then slid up her spine causing her to arch her back against him, until he reached the back of her neck and he held her in place as he moved in behind her.

With his free hand, he spread her legs open further and ran two fingers through her folds.

‘Dripping wet already… I’m starting to think you’re just with me because I’m a vampire.’ He said teasingly as he rubbed across her throbbing clit, making her body jolt in pleasure.

‘In my defence, I was in love with you before I knew. It’s just a rather lovely bonus.’ Claire said as she tried to look over her shoulder at him, but with his hand still firmly gripping the back of her neck, she couldn’t move it.

Loki chuckled. ‘True.’

He slowly kissed up her spine, making her moan. He let go of her neck and gripped her hips as he positioned himself behind her, his cock rubbed through her folds a few times, making him moan at her wetness on him. With a growl, he finally pushed into her, unable to wait any longer.

They both moaned together at the initial feeling. Loki looked down and his mouth fell open in pleasure as he watched his cock slowly disappear into her. There was something so hot about being literally inside of the one he loved, and her body greedily sucking him in.

Claire could only brace herself as Loki started out slow, but quickly became rougher and it took all of her strength to remain up on all fours. Even while he was pounding into her roughly, he still managed to hit every sweet spot within her.

When she felt his fangs graze against her shoulder, she shuddered and was a goner. Loki felt her clenching around him, right before she came all over his cock. He growled ferally as he bit her shoulder, his fangs pierced into her but he didn’t take blood from her. It was nice just to hold onto her, like a puppy with a chew toy. It felt surprisingly good on his fangs.

She cried out as the pain in her shoulder mixed with her orgasm. Loki didn’t stop though, he was doing his best to hold off on his own orgasm as he kept rutting into her, his arms wrapped tightly around her middle to keep her up on her hands and knees as they were shaking badly.

Loki continued thrusting into her, though he did slow down a tiny bit, more for himself as he didn’t want to cum just yet.

‘Lokiiii.’ Claire cried out, trembling under him as he continued fucking her through her first orgasm.

She was taken to new heights as he made her cum a second time, quite close to the first as he’d angled himself just in the right way to hit that special place inside her that drove her nuts.

‘I… can’t take any more… please cum already.’ She panted, her body began desperately squeezing his cock to try and hurry him along.

While he was most definitely there, teetering right at the edge and could cum at a moment’s notice, he was doing his best to hold off still. He was having too much fun with her torture.

Loki chuckled as he nibbled his way up the side of her neck, then on her earlobe for a moment. ‘Come on, my love. One more orgasm, you can do it… For vampy.’

Claire didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as she let out a small laugh and hung her head down, letting out an annoyed grunt. She was over-stimulated, though there was part of her that never wanted it to stop. It was a strange sensation for her.

‘I… don’t think I can…’ She whined.

Loki folded himself down more over her, so his chest was against her back. He slid one hand underneath her and started slowly stroking her clit, his other hand wrapped around the front of her neck where he squeezed a little, testing the waters.

‘You can and you will cum again, be a good girl for me, I know you can do it.’ He purred into her ear.

Her body reacted very well to his test… He felt her squeeze his cock in the way that she was about to cum again. And cum she did, her mind shut down completely from how dominant he was being and pushing all the right buttons.

Loki squeezed her neck again as she came, feeling her covering his cock with even more of her juices made him cum too, he couldn’t hold off for any longer or he thought he would combust on the spot. It was the most wonderful orgasm he’d ever had as her cunt continued to flutter around him as she slowly came down from her multiple forced orgasms.

He collapsed on top of her, though was careful not to entirely crush her. She was completely spent beneath him, though still felt floaty at the way his cock twitched inside, dribbling cum into her.

It took a good ten minute before either of them could move. Loki carefully slipped out of her and rolled onto his side. Claire turned her head to the side so she could see him, he had a blissed out goofy look on his face, making her smile.

‘Jesus christ… Loki… You’re going to kill me by orgasms at this rate. How… how are you so good?’ She still felt a little breathless.

Loki chuckled and stroked her hair back from her sweaty forehead, then he trailed the tips of his fingers down the side of her face, making her skin tingle. Her body was quite sensitive at his touch as it was, but even more so right now.

‘It’s just listening and feeling your body very closely.’ He hummed softly.

‘I wish I could make you feel like that.’ Claire said as her cheeks went bright red and she lay her head on the pillow.

Loki smiled and shuffled in closer, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in snugly to him. ‘Believe me, you do.’ He reached down between them and between her legs, making her whine as he slid his fingers against her a few times. He brought his hand up, showing their mess, though a lot of it was his. ‘This is what you do to me. Just as much as what comes from you.’ He winked at her.

‘Ok, ok.’ Claire giggled and turned her face down into the pillow.

Loki wiped his hand on her ass cheekily, earning a playful glare from her. He put his arms around her again and held her as they both closed their eyes and sighed in contentment.

‘I’m going to need to have another shower.’ She grumbled.

‘We can both shower together in the morning. You’re too cosy, I’m not letting you go.’ Loki rumbled as she buried her head under his chin.

‘I can’t turn down a shower together.’ Claire smiled against him.

-

On Wednesday during school, it was late morning. Loki and Claire were teaching a class as usual, it was going well. Loki let Claire take over certain subjects, which she loved doing.

She was currently showing a power point presentation on the board up front, when suddenly there was a very loud scream that came from a student, out in the hall.

Loki’s blood ran cold at the sound.

[rhoorl]

Working Title | Chapter 8

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle

Rating: Mature, 18+, for the love of all things please don’t engage if you are a minor ok? 

Word Count: 5.6k 

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Chapter 8 on AO3

Chapter Summary: Belle meets Dieter for morning coffee prior to the first day of production. Then Belle gets the cast ready.

Warnings: I don’t want to spoil anything, but here’s just a blanket “there could be adult stuff happening” warning. There is also swearing and allusions to body insecurity and a past toxic relationship. 

You did, in fact, have sweet dreams that night. Sweet dreams that turned steamy. At one point in the night, a dream felt so real that it woke you up, your empty bed leaving you a bit frustrated. If you were bolder, you would have called Dieter and told him to come over. Instead, you rolled over and tried to force yourself back to sleep. It felt like you had just closed your eyes when your alarm went off.

Ugh. It’s too damn early. 

Although your immediate reaction was to groan due to the early hour and hit snooze, you smiled as you remembered your plans to see Dieter this morning. Sure, it had to be a quick visit, but you were giddy to see him again. As much as you missed the way his lips felt on yours, your head and your heart were having a battle as to how far you would let things progress.

The bed felt warm and you didn’t want to get up, but you begrudgingly pulled the covers back and made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth, tame your hair, throw some contacts in, and go through a quick skincare and makeup routine. You were on autopilot until it came time to get dressed.

Ugh, I should have laid clothes out last night. 

With it being the first official day of shooting, you wanted to look nice and professional, but also comfortable since it was going to be a long day. You settled on a pair of dark wash jeans which were as comfortable as they were flattering on your figure. If you look good, you’ll feel good you could hear Indy’s voice in your head. You opted for an emerald green tank top. The color was one of your favorites and you knew it was going to be hot, so sleeveless was the way to go. Putting on some sandals and your usual jewelry, you checked your phone for the time 4:29.

Shit. 

You hustled to grab your bags and headed out of your room, taking a quick glance down the hall. Indy's door was still open and the lights were off, confirming what you suspected – she had spent the night with Sam. 

You made your way down to Dieter’s room and checked your phone again. 4:31. You knocked softly, not wanting to wake him in case he had forgotten about your visit. But, to your delight, he answered the door quickly.

“Hey,” he smiled at you, trying to hide a yawn. He clearly rolled out of bed minutes ago, his hair was fluffy and unruly, glasses on, and his voice was a little raspy. You could tell he was trying to keep his eyes on yours, but couldn’t help himself to give you an up and down as he leaned with one arm on the door frame.

“Hi.” You gave a small smile, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and biting your lip. You felt like there was definitely a possibility of picking up where you both left off last night.

“Come in, I was just about to make your coffee.” He opened the door a little wider so you could step in.

He grabbed your bags from you and placed them on the table at the entryway. With your arms now empty, he stepped closer and brought you in for a hug. You had to admit that you were starting to crave the feeling of his arms around you.

“How’d ya sleep?” His mouth was on the top of your head as he breathed you in.

“Ah, ok. I don’t know why but whenever I have an early morning wakeup call I can never sleep… I feel like I’m going to miss my alarm or something,” you chuckle into his chest before tilting your head up at him.

He slightly pulled away from you, his hands tracing down your arms as he gave you a warm smile. “Well, even on little sleep you still look beautiful.”

You tried to not blush as he led you to the kitchen, with his hand on the small of your back. You see he already laid out two coffee cups.

“So, uh … which flavor can I interest you in today at Café Dieter?” he smirked, holding up a couple of coffee bags.

“Oh…ah it doesn’t matter, whichever, I don’t mind.”

He pursed his lips, turning his head to give you a look. You’re starting to pick up on the fact that the self-deprecating thing isn’t really going to work well around him. He wants your opinion on things.

“Ok, the vanilla macadamia nut, please.”

“Of course miss, I only aim to please,” he teased as he opened the coffee bag, putting a few scoops into the filter he had already placed in the coffee maker. 

“Oh shoot,” you hit your forehead with the heel of your palm. “I forgot to bring the cookies!”

Dieter laughed, moving over to a cabinet and opening it up. “I’ve got you, baby,” pointing to a few boxes.

“You had boxes here and made me bring them over yesterday?” you said sarcastically, shaking your head. 

“Well, I wanted to see which flavors you’d bring.” His eyes were a little bit darker and his tone low.

By this point you had moved to where the two counters met, leaning back against the corner. Dieter moved to stand in front of you, careful to not crowd you yet all you wanted was to grab him by the shirt and bring him closer.

"So…how firm is this 5 a.m. call time?" His right eyebrow twitched as he dragged his eyes up from your lips to your eyes slowly.

Shit, does he know?

In reality, the actual call time Meredith gave your team was 6, but she asked if you would go at 5:30 to get things ready. When Dieter asked last night, you said even earlier, figuring he wouldn't want to get up that early. 

You were already under a spell when it came to him, despite your head thwarting what your heart wanted. Despite the reputation he had made for himself in his younger years, the Dieter you’d gotten to know in this short time was sweet, caring, and considerate and you were pretty sure he wasn't just interested in a hookup. But, your past made you put walls up, your insecurity ruling everything. With all of that said, the way he was looking at you made you want to tell your brain to shut the fuck up so you could enjoy this.

"Uh…well, it…shit. No, I’d…I’d say it’s flexible."

"Flexible. Ah, I see. So we have a little more time, but still not enough."

"What did you have in mind…if we had more time?" Your pulse quickened, and you started breathing a bit faster.

He moved closer, boxing you into the corner as he grabbed your waist before moving his hands down to rest on the counter behind you. It felt like he was towering over you and in most cases, this would be intimidating, but not with him. He hadn’t even touched you yet, but you felt your panties getting drenched.

Leaning down, he whispered in your ear, "I have a lot of things I'd like to do, but I don't like to be rushed so we'll have to file those away for another time." 

He gave a gentle kiss under your ear and then slowly worked his way down your neck, along your collarbone, and up the other side. Your head was going a mile a minute, dizzy at the sudden visions of what activities could occur at “another time."

You let out a whimper, feeling him smile against your neck before he moved to your mouth. His hands left the counter, pulling you close as one hand cradled your face and the other moved down the side of your body towards your ass, giving it a slight squeeze. You took the opportunity to reach one hand up to the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly at his curls which elicited a deep growl. Your other hand moved from his waist to his back as you dragged your fingernails down his spine.

You could feel he was getting hard, clearly liking what you were doing. But, that little voice in your head decided it would be a good time to pop in to remind you that it was the morning and he was probably already half hard before you even showed up.

The coffee pot dinged and you pulled back, trying to catch your breath. You both stared at each other for a beat before he cleared his throat.

"Um, let's get you your coffee, yea?"

"Ha…um…yea," you nod, panting as he moves away from you and over to the coffee pot.  

He poured your cup and handed it back to you, trying to read your expression.

"I…uh, I hope that was ok," he motioned toward the counter.

"Wha- uh, yea…yea that was definitely ok," you chuckled. He was back to the cute, flustered Dieter you had come to know. 

"Ok cool, because … I gotta be honest, I was thinking about doing that all night," he rubbed his neck. 

"I…thought about you last night too." Again, your mouth moved before your brain had a chance to process. 

Shit. 

He smirked, arching his eyebrow as he walked back toward you, "Oh really? What else did you think about?" He started to rub circles down both of your arms with his thumbs.

You were not prepared to articulate to this man all of the dirty thoughts you had about him, especially this early in the morning. That was more of a conversation to have after you were a few cocktails in and ready to make a drunken confession.

"Uh…stuff." You nervously fidgeted with the cookie box. 

"Well, when you feel like telling me about this …stuff…I'll be all ears." He smiled, his eyes grazing over your face. "So…who's in your chair today?"

You were grateful that he picked up on your trepidation and switched the subject.

"Um, let's see … I know I have Indy at some point, probably first…gonna do her hair and makeup. I have an apprentice assigned to me today so she’ll shadow me to learn some things so she can help out when we really start getting busy. I also have Sam for his hair and then I'm doing makeup for a few extras. Gonna apply a prosthetic today!" 

"Aww, so I'm not on your list?" He gave an adorable pout.

"No, Meredith has you."

"Are these like permanent assignments?" He moved to lean his back against the counter next to you.

"Why? Not happy about them?" You smirked, feeling a bit bolder, putting your coffee cup down on the counter, and turning to face him.

"No, not at all," he smiled as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing you flush against him. "I'm filing a complaint."

"Well, I'm Meredith's number two so…” he kissed you on the mouth, moving down your jaw. “All complaints come directly to me,” he moved down your neck, and you could feel him smile as you played along. “S-so, how can I help you sir?"

You were trying to tease, but the last word slipped out. You felt him stop, clearing his throat before coming back to meet your eyes.

"Ah…well…there's plenty you could do for me. But in this case, I'd like to request that I sit in your chair…occasionally."

"Already displaying diva behavior are you now? Making all sorts of demands." You teased as he brushed his nose against yours.

"Oh, you have no idea. I can give you a long list of demands."

He kissed you again, this time more urgently. His hands returned to where they were before, one cradling your face and the other moving down your body, except this time he stopped at the hemline of your shirt, inching his fingers up underneath towards your skin. You so badly wanted to keep going, but as his fingertips grazed your lower back you tensed and pulled back.

“Wh-what time is it?” You tried to play it off, hoping that your compressed time frame this morning would cover up for the fact that once again you shut him down.

Ugh, why can’t you just enjoy this? Do you know how many people would love to be you right now?

You shook your head and looked at the clock on the microwave. 5:13. You turned back to see his brows furrowed as his chestnut-brown eyes searched your face.

“D-did I do something wrong?”

“No. S-shit, I’m sorry. I-” You brought your hands to cover your face. You didn’t want him to think he did anything wrong because he absolutely didn’t, this was all on you.

“Hey, shh.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and brought your head into his chest. “Listen, you don’t have to explain. I- I just don’t want to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable.”

You nod into his chest, trying to fight back the frustrated tears that were on the verge of spilling out.

“Can I ask you a question?”

You nod again.

“Can you look at me, baby?” He pulled back and lifted your chin to look at him, your eyes a bit glossy from the impending tears. “You … uh, I don’t know how to say this the right way…you…aren't comfortable with me touching you underneath your shirt, right?”

“Y-ye…no, I mean. Ugh. I just…it’s a long story. I’m just not super comfortable with my body, so at least with my shirt on it feels like I have a barrier if that makes any sense?”

He paused a moment, taking in what you just said. There’s clearly more, but he didn’t want to force the issue. “Well, I think you’re absolutely beautiful.” He moved to run both hands down your arms. “But I know how it can be when your mind takes over. Mine can be a scary place sometimes,” he laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “I’m here, though. Whenever you want to talk…if you want to talk about it.” 

Ugh, he busted out the puppy dog eyes. Shit, I didn't mean to make him feel bad.

“Thanks. Y- you’re very sweet, you know that?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I…just…I really like you and I don’t want to do anything to fuck it up, because I usually fuck up the good that happens to me and I can’t go through that again.”

He started to ramble, so you brought your hands to each side of his face, squaring him up so he looked at you.

“Seems like we both have some shit to deal with, huh?” You smiled.

“Yeah,” he exhaled. “Look, I don’t want to keep you. Lord knows you don’t want to be on Meredith’s bad side, been there, done that, have the T-shirt,” he laughed.

“Right. Yea. I, um, thank you for getting up so early. And sorry for…you know…” You brought your hands down to your sides and started to fidget with your shirt.

“Don’t apologize. Despite what thoughts I can only imagine going through your head right now, I really liked getting to start my day by seeing you.” He smiled.

“Yeah, I liked it too. Thank you for the coffee.”

“Just the coffee?” He mocked the offense.

“Well…there was other stuff I enjoyed too.” His playfulness emboldened you to be a little flirty back.

“I did too.” He looked down before glancing at your coffee cup. “Let me get you one for the road, yeah?”

You nodded and he prepared one of the insulated to-go mugs Danny brought him. He walked you back to the door, grabbed your bags, and handed them over.

“I hope you have a great first day. I’ll see you a little bit later?”

“Thanks, and yea I’ll see you around …8?”

“Something like that,” he leaned down and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon.”

You desperately wished you could stay longer, but you knew you were on borrowed time. You rushed to the elevator and waited a few moments before it arrived to take you down. As you stepped in, you looked down the hallway to see Dieter still leaning out of his room, giving you a small wave as the elevator doors closed.

“Sorry, I’m late, Meredith!” You rush in, glancing at your phone to see it’s 5:34. You set the coffee mug down and start to rifle through your bags to get everything laid out.

You stopped to look and realized you were by yourself in the trailer and felt a slight bit of relief that you may have possibly beaten her downstairs. The door opened and you see a huge bouquet of flowers with legs walk in – Meredith was balancing a pretty intricate display in her hands while she tried to open the door. Seeing her struggle you grabbed it from her.

“Whoa, who sent you these?” you asked, admiring the beautiful arrangement of tropical flowers, figuring it was sent from the studio or even the resort to mark the first day of shooting.

“These aren’t for me, these are actually for all of us. Read the card.”

Thank you for everything you all do. Here’s to a great shoot.

– Dieter

“Wow, he got us flowers?” you questioned, unsure if there was a more hidden meaning to the gesture.

“Oh yeah, he’s done that the past few years,” she answered as she put her bags down and started clearing a space for the flowers. “When he was younger he really didn’t give a shit, but I guess with his old age he’s getting more sentimental,” she chuckled to herself.

“So you’ve worked with him a lot?” You didn’t want to sound like you were prying, but you were curious about what Meredith’s experience with Dieter was like. 

“Oh yeah, tons. I actually was on the staff for his first movie. He had to be like 21 or something good-looking kid even back then. Over the years we’d bump into each other, and I’d do his hair here or there for certain shoots or award shows,” she continued as she started unpacking her kit. “Despite what the press has said about him over the years, he’s a nice guy. A bit misunderstood. But sweet and protective of those he cares about,” she looked over to you, giving you a quick up and down before going back to her station.

“That’s nice to hear,” you tried to sound neutral. “You never know with these big celebrities, you know?”

“Yeah, I hear you. Some of them can be absolute dicks. But not Dieter, he’s one of the good ones … especially recently. What kind of flowers did he get anyway, he usually chooses them with some kind of hidden meaning or something, always the poet that one,” She started to look over the display and pulled out her phone.

“OK, so what do we have here? Ah, Birds of Paradise… says those are meant to indicate something exciting, joy, or anticipation. Hmm, makes sense with the beginning of a shoot. These are anthurium, which means….hospitality. Ooo, this says ‘used to indicate happiness and abundance.’ Makes sense. And the hibiscus means love and passion. Hmm ok. I guess he must love this role,” she laughs. “And then these are … I think these are gardenias.” She typed in her phone pulling up another search. “Interesting.”

“What?”

“This says gardenias symbolize purity and sweetness, and they can indicate secret love.”

You choke a bit and start to cough as Meredith reads the last part.

“You ok? Don’t die on me, I need the extra set of hands.” 

“Y-yea” cough “Yea I’m fine, sorry. I swallowed wrong.”

“Well, it looks like Dee has a secret crush on someone.”

“Oooo, I wonder who that could be.” You hear over your shoulder, looking to see Aubrey from the wardrobe department. Indy told you to watch out for her. During the fittings in LA, she was a bit handsy with the male cast members, Dieter especially. You didn’t want to go down this thought spiral, but looking at her you could only imagine that she was the type any guy would instantly fall for. She was petite, blonde, with a great body, and, more importantly, younger than you. She just radiated confidence and beauty.

“Down girl, we don’t need you falling for another actor,” Meredith teased

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “I’m sure I can hook him before the end of the shoot,” she winked over at you.

Suddenly you felt like you were going to be sick, but in walked your apprentice, Brianna, so you shook the bad thoughts away and put your game face on.

“Ok, so we have Indy first. You have the description of what we’re doing for her today?” You looked at Brianna, who was staring at you like a deer in headlights. “Look, I know you’re nervous, it’s my first time being on a set like this too, but we’ll figure it out together, ok?”

“Yeah.” She gave you a meek smile. 

Aubrey busted back into the trailer on a tear. “Ugh, so a pipe burst in the room where we were storing stuff, so we’re moving everyone’s clothes to their trailers. Can you all just remind them? We’ve told all of the PAs too.” 

“Yeah sounds good,” you and Meredith said practically in unison.

The door opened again and this time it was Danny. “Hey Meredith, you think 8 is still good for Dee, or could earlier work?”

“Dieter? Earlier? What’s gotten into him” she scoffed sarcastically.

“I know, right?” he chuckled. “He wants some more time to prepare, said he didn’t sleep so great last night, and wants to get hair and makeup out of the way first.” 

You looked at him in the mirror as you lay out your brushes and noticed him glancing at your coffee mug, looking between you and the container a few times.

Shit. He probably thinks I spent the night at Dieter’s.

“Hi, are you Belle?” he extended his hand to you.

“Y-yea, hi,” you shake his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you …finally.” He gave you a warm smile.

“Uh, ni-nice to meet you too,” you were trying to not sound as awkward as you felt. "This is Brianna," you motioned to the girl, trying to get any attention off of you.

"Pleasure to meet you both. Well, I'm off. Dee will be by soon Mere!"

“There she is!” you clapped your hands as Indy walked into the trailer. You had to laugh at the state she was in, clear that she hardly slept last night. She had a gigantic iced coffee, her hair up in a messy bun, and her sunglasses and a hoodie on, which you knew meant she was trying to cover up more than just the one hickey from the other day. “How bad is it?” you whispered to her.

“Ugh, I swear, I cannot tell how fucking hard this kid is sucking on my neck until it’s gone too far.” She pulled down the collar of the sweatshirt to show two more marks on the side of her neck. 

“Fucking hell, Indy! Is there some audition to be the next goddamn Dracula he’s preparing for?” you giggle and she slapped you on the arm. “Ow! Ok, sorry. But seriously can you tell ‘em to back off a bit, I’m going to go through all of my Dermablend by the end of the week if you keep this shit up.”

She rolled her eyes and sat in the chair. 

“Oh, by the way, this is Brianna. She’s going to be helping out.” You motioned over to Brianna as Indy smiled at her. “Don’t mind her, she’s a monster when she hasn’t had enough sleep. Also, disregard this coverup job I’m about to do, it’s not in the character specs, I’m just doing her a solid because she’s my best friend and I’m a professional.” You managed to get a smile out of Indy from that last bit.

Because you were in mixed company, neither of you could be completely honest with the other about how your evenings, and mornings, went. At one point, you sent Brianna to the other side of the trailer to pick up a can of dry shampoo and you leaned over to Indy, “I want to hear all about it and I have shit to tell you too.” She nodded, knowing you would both find time alone together to dish.

The rest of the session for Indy went by flawlessly, Brianna picked things up easily which gave you a sense of pride. Indy was done and looked absolutely gorgeous as she got up from the chair as Sam walked in.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he flashed her a megawatt smile and kissed her on the cheek. Indy blushed as she quickly greeted him and dashed off to wardrobe. “Oh, hey Belle!” 

“Sam, good morning! Ready to get started?”

“I’m all yours.”

Brianna moved to sanitize the brushes and tools you used on Indy, leaving you to work on Sam’s hair alone.

“So, did you have a good night?” he smirked at you through the mirror. 

“Uh, not as good as yours,” you winked, seeing him blush. “You … uh … definitely left your mark,” you busted out laughing. 

You were unsure how he’d take your teasing, but he threw his head back and laughed, causing Meredith to look over at you two, confused as to what the hell was so funny. 

“You got me there!”

“Not that I know anything, but it seemed like she enjoyed herself,” you combed through his hair and grabbed some styling cream, rubbing it between your hands before working it through his hair. 

“Well, I hope so. I sure as hell enjoyed myself.” He closed his eyes, relaxing as you worked the product into his hair. You decided to give him a little scalp massage while you were at it just to be nice.“How was your night?” He opened one of his eyes to look at you in the mirror.

Seeing Meredith glance over, you tried to keep your tone neutral. “Oh, it was an early night, just chilled in the room.”

He looked a bit confused but didn’t want to press the issue since he wasn’t sure who knew what.

The rest of his time went by quickly, and he squeezed your shoulder as he walked out. “Thanks, Belle. It looks great.”

“You’re welcome, have a great day. I’ll see you out there for touch-ups and stuff.”

When he left, you knew you had some time between when the extras were going to show up, so you went to unplug your hot tools. 

“Ugh these plugs, Meredith who set up these surge protectors? They are so hard to reach.”

“I hear ya, it was either put them there or run an extension cord up to the ceiling.”

You couldn’t reach the plug by bending down, you were going to have to get down on all fours and crawl under the table. Seeing as the trailer was relatively empty, you got down on your knees, sliding yourself underneath the table. You reached for the plug and managed to unplug the curling iron, but had to reach even more to get the straightener unplugged too. You were oblivious to anything behind you.

“Oh, hey Dee!” you hear Meredith call over.

You jumped suddenly, bumping your head on the table. “Goddamit!” you whispered to yourself. You stayed underneath the table for a moment, realizing that your ass was just in the air while you were on all fours and Dieter saw the whole show. 

“You good, Belle? The fucking table came out of nowhere didn’t it?” Meredith teased. 

“Ha ha, very funny,” you managed to crawl back out from underneath the table and rubbed the top of your head. You caught Dieter’s eyes in the mirror, he was smirking. 

“Oh shit, Dee, I need to go grab that mousse I want to use on you. Give me a sec.” She rushed out of the trailer leaving the two of you with a couple of other stylists and extras.

He walked over to your station, picking up and examining some of the products you had laid out before leaning over and whispering in your ear, “For the record, volleyball shorts have now moved up my list of demands.” 

He managed to turn away just as Meredith walked back in. You tried to keep your blushing at bay, thankful for Brianna who came back to distract you, however you couldn’t control the slick that was forming between your legs. 

You and Brianna worked on a couple of extras together as Dieter and Meredith chatted away. You could feel his eyes watching your every move, but you tried to block it out. Instead, you focused on helping Brianna and answering any questions she had. She was a quick learner and perceptive.

You were so wrapped up working on one of the extras, a man who required a prosthetic, that you didn’t even realize Dieter was done and about to leave.

“‘Scuse me, gotta get right by you,” he said as he put his hand on your lower back. It was a surprise, but it felt good to feel his touch again, relieved that you didn't totally freak him out this morning. 

“Oh, sure, ha-have a great day.”

“You ladies have a great day too,” he winked.

“Wow, he’s like so much hotter in person, right?” Brianna blurted out after he closed the door. 

Even the extra you were working on had to agree and all three of you were giggling.

INDY: Wardrobe is in some ballroom, wanna meet me there?

BELLE: I thought they moved stuff to your trailers?

INDY: Yeah that’s what Ari said but that Aubrey chick came into my trailer saying there was another change of plans. She seems like a hot ass mess.

BELLE: Lol, I’ll be right there.

Indy had some time before shooting actually started, so you knew you’d be able to grab her and dish in private. You had to ask a couple of crew members, but you were eventually pointed in the direction of the new location for wardrobe. 

Walking in, your eyes immediately found Dieter. He had his back to you, dressed in a dark gray suit and a crisp white buttoned-down shirt. You both made eye contact in the mirror as he put his tie on, and your breath hitched slightly. You had a thing for suits and ties, but seeing Dieter in a suit and tie was going to make you actually lose your mind.

“What do you think Dee?” Aubrey sidled up to him, rubbing his shoulder as she looked at him in the mirror. 

You tried to not roll your eyes all the way back as Indy walked up.

“She’s laying it on a little thick, don’t ya think?” She looked at you and could tell you were both annoyed and insecure at the same time. “He doesn’t like her, he likes you, remember?”

Now you very dramatically rolled your eyes at her and turned on your heels, waking out the door. You missed Dieter shake off Aubrey, turning around to see where you were going.

“So, what happened last night?” Indy asked when you both reached a secluded spot over by some shipping containers.

“Well, we … kinda made out in the hallway. Ow!” 

Indy smacked you on the shoulder and had the biggest grin on her face, “I fucking knew it! The way he was looking at you just now, I just knew it! So then, what happened.”

“We stopped and I went to my room.”

“Wait, what? You stopped? Why?”

“Cuz, it … it was getting too heated.”

“Bitch, isn’t that the point of making out?!” she threw her hands in the air.

“He was starting to reach under my shirt and … I don’t know, I freaked out.”

“Your mind flashed to Ryan didn’t it?” She asked as you nodded. “Ugh, that guy can seriously fuck all the way off. I hate what he’s done to you.”

“Well, I was with him for years, Ind. I’m not going to forget it all overnight.”

“I know, but Dieter is sooo much different than him. Don’t let that pencil dick fuck take up any more space in your mind.”

“Easier said than done. It happened again this morning?”

“What happened again this morning?”

“I went over to Dieter’s room for coffee… and we kinda started making out again, and I stopped things…again.” You were expecting another big, dramatic gesture but instead, she reached for your hands.

“Look, I’m not telling you to fuck him like right away or anything, although I wouldn’t hate it and frankly you need to get dicked down. But, don’t close yourself off to the possibility that he may actually like you, ok? I have a good feeling about him and you know what we say about my feelings, right?

“They’re always right.” You both say in unison. 

“Plus, he totally got those flowers for you right? The ones in the trailer.”

“They’re for the whole hair and makeup team, Meredith said it’s a thing he does.” You tried to brush it off.

“Sure, I heard the same thing. But there’s also gardenias in there so…”

You furrow your brows, trying to understand where she is headed. 

“Have you Googled what those flowers mean?” 

“Well, Meredith did.”

“Ok, and I-”

“Hey, Indy? They’re ready for you!” The Assistant Director popped by, interrupting your conversation.

“Ok, I’ll be right there!” She cheerfully responded before looking back at you. “Just give it a chance, ok? And let’s have fun today, we’re actually fucking doing this!” 

You both hugged each other as you headed to set.

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A/N: We are going to head for the smut eventually I swear (like we have to, they both deserve it, right?!), but writing it is very much unchartered territory for me. Maybe like Belle I’m being cautious instead of jumping straight into it 🤭 But don’t worry, these two have too much chemistry to not get a bit more physical, they just need to learn a few things about each other first.

As always, thank you for taking time out of your day to read my little story. I appreciate all of the kind comments, reblogs, and likes …it makes my day!

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