#this got way too long jesus christ i get so cARRIED AWAY

[puppmeo]

And the cycle begins anew . As it does every week

[gemstone-roses]

Hello lovely! If you’re taking requests, would you be able to please write something smutty about Hannibal x reader sort of like enemies to lovers maybe where they don’t get a long and she’s a bit weary of him but one day they end up having really rough sex??? Lots of dirty talk and choking pls xx

Woo okay, let's go!

This took me forever so I hope you like it, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated🥺🥺

a:n- minors be gone 18+ only!. Dirty talk, female reader, choking,smut, rough sex. So. Much. Smut. I got a bit carried away oops, pussy eating, praise kink, filthy language, unprotected sex, mentions of choking on a dick, choking, 18+

Ooh there's a bit of a build up too this time! It's a bit long oops.

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Hannibal finds it amusing, the way you roll your eyes whenever he opens his mouth. He might well have a good point but it doesent stop you from making your annoyance known. You thought hannibal was just far too cocky and far too sure of himself.

And every time hannibal sees it, a sly smirk appears on his face.

You loathed working with him, and your boss seemed to be oblivious to this since he always made you go with hannibal on a case.

"Im driving" you huff, not even looking at him as you reach for the drivers side handle

"It's my car" hannibal says simply, leaning on the door,causing it to shut.

You gape at him, hannibal stands there leaning against the car door, lazily, a smile dancing across his face.

Hannibal raises his eyebrows at you, waiting.

"You are insufferable do you know that!" You state

Hannibal just smiles wider, sticking his tongue between his teeth watching you become angrier at him.

"Fine" you huff, launching the keys at him. Your pouting, breath heaving slightly, and hannibal can't help the way it sends blood rushing to his cock.

Hannibal starts the car and the radio blares on. You lean over from the passenger seat to try and change it to something more your taste when hannibal places his hand firmly on your thigh.

"Leave it" he says lowly.

Your brain short circuits for a moment

"I am not, listening to this!" You manage to breathe out, hopefully hiding shakiness in your voice.

Hannibal ignores you, hoping it'll be the end of your utterly annoying complaining.

It's not.

"Go that way its quicker" you say

He doesn't.

"You should of gone the other way" you state, as you join a small line of traffic due to some road works.

The drive only takes 15 minutes but by the time you both get out of the car hannibal is rubbing his temples dramatically.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't realise I was so terrible to be around" you say.

Hannibal furrows his brows.

"I need you to come to my office when we get back" he says firmly

"Jesus christ how about some manners?" You roll your eyes

Hannibal turns around and walks towards you, you can't help your heart speed up at the sight, he's so very... attractive.

You blink away the thoughts right as he reaches you

"Y/N" he whispers, he's out of breath, putting both arms on either side of you he's trapped you against the car.

You open your mouth to speak but no sound comes out.

Hannibal swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, taking note of the way your breathing increases.

He leaves you without saying another word.

The drive back is silent.

He gets out first when you arrive, not even waiting for you to get out the car.

By the time you reach his office, he's already sitting behind his desk.

You enter and shut the door behind you, hannibal looks up at you and his gaze is so intense it makes you want the floor to swallow you up.

"You- you wanted me to come up here" you say, hannibal gets up and clears the space between you in seconds.

And once again he places both arms either side of you, leaning against the door.

You notice he's rolled his sleeves up and it makes your brain short circuit for a moment.

" I did" he agrees, he steps forward, meaning you have to widen your legs slightly

"What are you-

"You have been testing my patience y/n" he whispers, hands rubbing up your waist gently.

"Yeah well your pretty insufferable yourself" you whisper.

Hannibal traces his hand up to your jaw, his big hand gripping your chin, a finger reaching out to caress your cheek

"Should I stop?" He whispers stilling his hand, a warmness in his gaze you haven't seen before.

You shake your head, lips parted slightly.

"Use your words" he whispers lowly.

"I don't want you to stop" you say

"Good girl" he praises and hannibal dosent miss the way your pupils widen at that.

Hannibal bites his lip slightly, oh he is going to enjoy this.

"You liked that didn't you?" He teases, dropping his hand from your chin to rest around your neck.

"Mm hmm" you mutter, slightly breathless.

Hannibal tightens his hand slightly, studying your reaction, he feels your pulse quicken under his hand, you shift slightly trying to ease the growing ache in your cunt.

He squeezes a little harder, causing you to let a moan you'd been holding in escape your lips.

Hannibals cock strains against his pants.

"Open your mouth for me darling" he says, swiping his thumb across your lip before pushing in two of his fingers.

You wrap your lips around his fingers and suck, hannibal closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, commiting to memory the sight in front of him.

"That's it darling" he smiles, his cock twitching every time you made a noise.

He pushes into you, his erection brushing up against your leg.

"Do you feel that y/n?"

You whimper

Hannibal removes his fingers from your mouth, reaching down, he guides your hand to his bulge.

You stroke your hand up and down a couple of times, taking notice of how thick he feels, hannibal let's out a low moan before quickly pushing your hand away and opening his hand to take yours, he guides your arm up above your head before crashing his lips to yours.

You can tell he's skillful by the way he kisses. One hand pinning yours above your head, the other grips your waist, you feel the books on the shelf behind you pressing into your back.

Hannibal pushes his tongue into your mouth, gripping your waist tighter you moan into the kiss.

"You sound delightful when you moan my love" he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Please" you whisper, needing more.

"What my love?, what do you want?" He knows exactly what you want, he just wants to hear you beg.

"Touch me" you say, closing your eyes as you sigh

"No no" he tuts, stroking your face

"Look at me"

You open your eyes and stare into his, his eyes blown wide with lust.

"Good girl" he says again and this time you don't bother trying to stifle the groan escaping from your throat.

" I bet you've soaked right through your panties haven't you, and I've hardly, even, touched, you" and with each word his hands inch lower into the waistband of your pants.

He runs a finger through your soaking folds, presses it to your clit.

It makes you squeal.

"Fuck hanni-

He smirkes at you, removing his fingers and instead gripping your wrist and leading you to his couch.

"Lie down" he states simply, and you do, bringing your lip between your teeth as hannibal loosens his tie.

He keeps his eyes on yours as he undresses, he can see its driving you mad as your chest heaves watching him.

"I've dreamt about how you'll taste on my tongue" his accent thick as he kneels between your legs.

Slowly, he removes your trousers, every touch of his fingers on your skin making your pussy throb.

When he's done he admires the view, a prominent wet patch visible in your panties.

You thrust your hips up slightly, indicating for him to hurry up and just touch you.

Hannibal leans down placing his hands on either side of your thighs, he brings his mouth to your clothed pussy, placing a far too soft kiss to your dripping, covered cunt.

You let out a frustrated moan, hannibal chuckles, finally hooking his fingers through your panties.

"May I?" He asks softly.

You nod

"Words, darling" he whispers

"Yes" you almost scream, and hannibal finally touches you where you needed him most.

His tongue teases the outside of your pussy before circling your clit slowly.

"Oh fuck" you moan, thrusting your hips into his mouth, hannibal removes one of his hands from your thigh, teasing your entrance with his finger.

His tongue presses flat against your clit as he pushes a finger inside you, he curls his finger, reaching that spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

"Oh my god hanni" you breathe, hannibal removes his mouth from your folds as he inserts another finger.

"I can feel you tightening around my fingers darling, are you going to Cum?" He asks, but he knows the answer. You close your eyes as you feel your orgasm approach

"Open your eyes and look at me sweetheart" he speaks so softly it makes your cunt clench harder.

"That's it, cum for me y/n, i got you, let go for me" he urges as your pussy clenches round his fingers and you see stars.

Your chest heaves as you try and catch your breath, but before you've had time to fully recover, hannibal places his cock at your dripping hole.

"Fuck me, please" you breathe, and that's all hannibal needs to hear before pushing his thick cock into your pussy.

"You feel incredible around my cock" he moans as he thrusts into you slowly.

Hannibal snakes his hand up your body, around your neck once more.

He applies a tiny bit of pressure as he fucks into you, your eyes roll back in pleasure and hannibal quickens his pace.

"Mm fuck" you moan

"Your squeezing my cock so good y/n" he praises as his hand continues squeezing your throat.

"Im gonna cum again hanni" you warn him, feeling a second orgasm approach.

"Cum with me" he groans, and it's the hottest thing you've ever heard, he's breathless, his skin glowing slightly from the activity.

"Hanni-" you choke out, his cock hitting your g spot with every thrust, he can feel your walls tightening around him.

"Cum for me y/n" he moans as his own orgasm washes over him, and with one last squeeze of his hand around your neck, you feel his cock tighten inside you, causing your brain to short circuit for a moment, you see stars once more as you cum on hannibals cock.

Hannibal pulls out slowly when you've caught your breath and recovered.

"That was-

"Incredible" he finishes for you.

"I should piss you off more often" you tease, he's lay next to you on the couch, his hands trailing softly over your stomach.

"Next time, maybe I'll choke on your cock" you add.

[ebodebo]

Backyard Barbecue

NSFW CONTENT

—alex is your friends-with-benefits, and it’s your cousin's wedding, and you need a date.. (this whole plot was made just so he could eat box)

—alex keller x f!reader

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"Please.." You beg Alex as you sit up in his bed, naked, with his fluffy comforter covering you. He sits on the edge, carefully putting his boot on, with his abdomen bare.

"You know I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't  desperate." You enunciate the last word. He turns to face you. "Desperate. Huh?" He raises a brow and turns back down to lace up his boot.

"Yes." You sigh. "My cousin is younger than me, and she's already getting married." You bring your knees up, so you can rest your head on them. "My aunts are always nagging me about when I'm gonna finally get a boyfriend." You huff out.

"Look, I feel for you—I really do—but they're going to know I'm not your boyfriend," he said, bending up and turning towards you.

"Don't make that face at me." He says, noticing your big puppy-dog eyes and deep frown. "What face?" You murmur, obviously lying.

"You know the face." He leans down to pick up a white shirt and slips it on. You silently curse and crawl your way across the bed to him with the whole comforter wrapped around you.

You rest your chin on his shoulder. "Please.." You purr as you press a kiss to his clothed shoulder.

"Uh-uh." He tuts. "What?" You question as you kiss your way up his neck and gently nibble at his ear. "I'm not-fuck-I'm not falling for that." He protests but makes no real effort to move away.

"Please.." You say again, this time whispering it directly in his ear. He could feel your hot breath, full of need. "Go with me." You leaned more on him, slowly dropping the blanket encasing your naked body so he could feel your nipples graze his shoulder as you leaned to look him in the eye.

He turned to look down at you, now at his eye level. "I'll make it worth your while." You grin, threading your fingers through his hair, gently tugging on the roots.

"Are you trying to barter sex?" He groaned out, a smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe." You play with the hem of the joggers he had on, slipping a finger beneath the waistband.

"God, you're gonna be the death of me." He huffed, roughly gripping your waist and pulling you onto him so you were straddling his lap. You could feel the fabric from his shirt rub against your bare nipples and the fabric from his joggers rub against your cunt.

He gripped you tighter, dragging his hand from your waist to grip your ass. "Uh-uh." You say, gripping his hand on your ass and moving it away. "You don't get to touch if you don't go." You use your hand to tug at his hair again.

"Fuck, fine." He gritts, bringing both hands to grip your ass. 

"Yay! Thank you." You exclaim, sliding off of him.

"Seriously." He huffs as you wonder to pick up your dress and bra off the floor, as you laugh at him. He doesn't stay sour for long as he notices the way your bare ass swings as you pick up your clothes.

"Jesus Christ, sweetheart." He leans forward, elbows on his knees. You pop back up and look at him. "Bad boy." You laugh out. "Quit looking at my ass, and get yours dressed."

"Why?" He sighed as he laid back on the bed. "Because we have to leave in thirty minutes." You casually said as you slipped your dress back on.

"It's today?" He twisted his head to face you, his voice carrying a lethal tone. "Surprise. Get dressed." You harp as you swipe some lipstick over your swollen lips. "God damn it." He grumbled as he begrudgingly got off the bed to head into the bathroom.

The ride to your cousins felt exhausting and long because Alex kept whining the whole time. Though, you didn't take his complaints too seriously because his hand rested on your thigh the entire drive.

You looked out the window to see the white, bricked, picked-fenced house—the house you had spent so many summers at. 

"We're here!" You chimed as you scooted closer to him to pull up the neck of the tie he pulled down as soon as you put it on him. 

"Was the tie really necessary?" He tilted his head, raising his hand to push a strand of hair away from your face. "I want you to make a good first impression." You gently pat him on the chest. 

"Let's go." You beamed.

You both made your way to the front door, which swung open without you even knocking on it.

"You made it!" Your cousin chimed, bringing you in for a tight hug. She made quick notice of the hunk of a man behind you. "You must be the boyfriend?" She asked, shamelessly looking him up and down.

"Yes, ma'am." He politely said, sticking his hand out.

"Oh, please. We're family!" She quickly brought him in for a hug, and he gave you a "help save me look" and you let out a quiet laugh. She let go. "Well, come on in! Your dad's inside." She stepped aside so you could both come in, but she gently grabbed your wrist and gave you a wink and a thumbs up.

"Nice catch." She whispered, referring to Alex. You let out a little laugh, covering your mouth. She led you both to the kitchen, where the rest of your family was. Alex noticed a familiar man leaning against the counter. He made his way over to him.

"Keller, what the hell are you doing here?" Captain Price questioned as he took a sip of his whiskey.

"I could ask you the same, Captain." He laughed out.

"Well, I'm-" Price begins.

"Dad!" You chimed, making your way over to Price and hugging him tightly. Alex's eyes widened. "Wha- Dad?" You pull away and tug on Alex's arm, so you're side-by-side. "Dad, this is my boyfriend, Alex." You beam as you thread your fingers through his.

"Boyfriend?" Price questions as his eyes dart to Alex's.

"Maybe boyfriend is a... strong word," Alex says, nervously scratching the back of his neck. "We've been dating for five months." You inform your dad, smiling.

"Is that right?" Price's eyes are still on Alex as he slowly sips his drink.

"Yes," you say as you turn to see your cousin struggling to bring in some fruit trays through the front door. "Sorry, let me go help her. Stay here." You say to Alex. His eyes widen, and he tries to grip your hand, but you are already off to the door.

"Keller." Price starts, as Alex turns back towards him. "What the hell are you doing with my daughter?" He gently places his whiskey glass down.

"Look, I didn't even know you had a daughter. You think I would have started dating her if I knew she was yours?" He counters. 

"I would hope not." Price cooly says as he crosses his arms. He notices Alex's pleading expression and decides to cut a little slack—just a little, though.

"Look, I know you're a good guy, and hell, she looks smitten. But that's my baby." Price gestures to her over by the door.

He continues. "If you do anything to hurt her, Keller, I'll-" 

"You'll kill me?" Alex interrupts, causing Price to let out a low chuckle.

"Christ, no. She would never speak to me again." Price leans a little closer to Alex. "But, I do know some guys who would if I asked." He's quick to step away from Alex and chuckle as he sees you approaching. He gives Alex a nod, and he puts on a fake laugh.

"Sounds like you two are getting along." You smile, grabbing Alex's hand. "We're going to go grab some food. You want anything, dad?"

"No, no. Your aunt already made me eat three plates." He pats his bloated stomach. You let out a laugh and drag Alex outside the back door to the burger station.

You assemble your burgers, carefully adding an array of veggies and a slice of cheese. As he puts ketchup on his bun, you turn towards him.

"Are you having fun?" You question shyly. 

"Why're you actin' all shy, sweetheart?"

"Well, you know." He raises a brow. "Because we aren't really da—" You are interrupted by a hand gently moving you aside. "Excuse me," the voice says. "Oh, sorry—Jack!" You smile, raising your arms to bring him in for a hug.

"I was wondering how long it would take ya," Jack said, encasing your body in a hug. It felt strange seeing him after all these years. You never dated, but your parents always joked that you two would get married.

You pulled away and looked at Alex, whose eyes were narrowed and his body visibly stiff. "This is my boyfriend, Alex." You grabbed his hand.

"Boyfriend?" Jack questioned, his eyes drifting to where your hands were connected. 

"That's right. Boyfriend." Alex confirmed, enunciating the last word.

You looked at him and made a confused expression but turned back to Jack. "So, are you having a good time?" You took Alex's cup of iced tea in his hand and sipped some. 

"I'm... ya." Jack's gaze slowly fell to the dip in between your breasts. 

"Eyes up," Alex commands, bringing his hand to rest on the small of your back. Jack immediately raises his eyes to meet Alex's as his face reddens at getting caught. "Sorry. I should. I... okay." Jack steps away from both of you, forgetting his plate with his burger on it on the table.

You turn to Alex with your hands on your hips. "What was that?" You question. "I don't know. Maybe he was busy?" He picks up his burger and takes a bite, playing dumb.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about, Keller." You continue. "I'm talking about you getting all jealous." He swallows. "Me? Jealous? When?" Widening his mouth at the accusation. 

"You so were. Oh my God!" You say, lightly hitting his bicep.

"I wasn't jealous. He was being weird." He explains. 

He pauses for a moment, trying to ease out his next words. "Have you two had sex?"

"What?" You laugh out. "No, Alex, we have not had sex." You grab a napkin off the table. "But, we've... done other stuff."

"Other stuff?" He shifts on his feet. "What other stuff?"

"Like you know.." You trail off.

"No, I don't know." He tilts his head, feeling his body tighten. "Go on." He pushes.

"I can't believe you're making me say it." You look down at the ground briefly. "Fine. Like oral or whatever," You continue before he can speak. "Well, he didn't like going down on me. It was mostly me going down on him."

"You're fucking serious?" He put his burger down on his plate. You nodded, taking another sip of his tea.

"I'm glad you like to though." You smile, drinking more tea. You tilt your head a little, a puzzled expression taking over your face. "You like to, right?"

He laughs. "You don't think I like to?"

"I don't know.." You tug on your bottom lip with your teeth.

He takes another bite of the burger, scanning your needy face and puffy lip tucked between your teeth.

"Where's the bathroom?" He roughly asks after swallowing. You weren't picking up what he was putting down. "It's... ah... to the right of the front door, then your turn to the left."

"Care to help me?" He asks, setting his burger down. He then grabs his tea from your hand and sets it next to his plate.

"Oh.. sure." You smile as you grab his hand and direct him inside.

It was nice everyone had moved outside, so now you and Alex didn't have to worry about anyone hearing you two.

You stepped into the bathroom first, and Alex followed suit, locking the door as soon as he stepped in. He was quick to connect his lips to yours. His hand wandered down your body, stopping just above your ass.

You begin to sink to your knees, but Alex quickly pulls you up and places you on the edge of the sink.

"You don't want me to?" You skeptically question, shifting on the cool porcelain of the sink.

"I only want to taste you." He sinks to his knees and pools up the fabric of your dress so it's gathered around your waist. You eye him and bring your hand to thread through his light hair. 

He places hot, open kisses on your lower thigh, slightly nipping at your skin, causing you to squirm. He continued moving up your thigh, painfully slow. You could feel his facial hair graze you, sending goosebumps across your skin.

"Can you.. can you just.." You threw your head back as he made contact with your upper thigh, grazing your cunt. 

"What was that?" He said, a smirk playing on his lip.

"Can you just.." You tried to gently scoot his head closer to where you ached.

"Talk to me. What do you need?" He gruffly said against your thigh.

"Fuck. I need your tongue." He let out a rough laugh that vibrated throughout your entire body. He leaned in closer and licked a small strip across the outside of your dripping cunt.

"Fuck." You moaned, tightening your grip on his hair.

His tongue was firm but not too firm. It felt just right against you. You craved more. No, you needed more. It was almost as if he read your mind because he slipped his tongue in you so it was grazing your clit.

You buck against his face at the contact. "I swear you're a mind-reader." 

"I know what you like." He gently licks your clit, making you cry out in pleasure.

"We gotta' be a little quiet, baby. You know I like to hear you, but I don't think your family would." He gruffed as he took your clit between in lips and sucked it slowly.

"Alex." You moaned out, leaning your head against the bathroom mirror. 

"Feel good?" He murmured against you as he licked your clit.

You quickly nodded.

"What was that?" He paused his actions, awaiting a response.

"Yes. So good." You whine out, trying to move him back.

"Good." He dipped his head back down and lightly licked your clit, then dragged his tongue along your inner lips, earning sweet moans from you. He moved back to your clit and drew soft circles on it. Once your legs began to shake, he knew you were close.

"I'm so-" You began, voice gravely.

"I know." He finished as he started to increase his pace. He kept it consistent as your moans became more frequent and your body pulsed.

He reached his arm up to gently caress your inner thigh, squeezing and kneading the fat of it, just how you like him to. You felt your stomach tighten, and the pleasure clouding your mind as your arousal covered his tongue.

He hadn't stopped his pace until he knew you were down from your high, standing up and letting you lean on him. 

You pulled back a little to look up at him. "I know you didn't want to come to this. But I'm really glad you did." You smile, gripping his arm.

"You're just saying that because I gave you an orgasm." He laughs, gently rubbing your cheek with his hand.

"No. I'm serious." You laugh. "I know you don't want to label this, but-"

"I want you to be my girlfriend." He says, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Really?" Your eyes widened in surprise. "What changed?"

"Just came to my senses." He confessed. "And the thought of you with any other guy doesn't make me so happy." He smiled.

You smile back at him before your eyes widen again. "You'll have to meet my uncles. Don't worry, they're great." You say as you grip his shoulder to slip off the sink. 

"They work with my dad." You confirm as he fixes your dress.

"Oh, maybe I know them. What are their names?" He casually questions. 

"Simon, Johnny, and Kyle." Your eyes beam. "They're the best!"

"I'm so fucked." He sighs. 

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[fbfh]

older!logan x reader hcs

wc: 1.6k

genre: age gap, sort of sugar daddy logan

warnings: big (but legal) age gap, logan is early 40s reader is like early 20s, brief odette mention, logan is a killer lawyer, rory kinda traumatized Logan lol, I haven't finished gilmore girls or ayitl yet so don't come for me lol, logan is obsessedddddddd with reader, mildly smutty, mentions of marriage and proposals, your relationship progresses really quickly

summary: you were reading in a coffee shop when a charming gorgeous much older guy decided to strike up a conversation. little do you know that within a very short time that same charming stranger will know your dress size, your shoe size, and your ring size.

song rec: off to the races - lana del rey

a/n: the choke hold older logan has on me..... euthanize me at this point lmao

tags @yesv01 @magcon7280

As with all nsfw works, all characters are aged up to 18+ (like way over 18 in logan’s case lol)

That being said jesus christ let’s dive right into the brain rot

First things first, a little more about Logan

He’s in his early 40’s and aging like a fine goddamn wine

MEGA MEGA dilf vibes

After the whole millions of dollars sunken into a bad investment in his family’s massive media conglomerate mishap, he still faced a lot of pressure to join the family business

But with Rory rejecting his proposal, he felt so fucking down and beaten up by life

He just had two massive blows to his ego back to back

And he needed a win

Then the strangest thing happened 

He just got back from another late night of partying with his friends and switched on the tv so he wouldn’t have to fall asleep with his thoughts, and some random movie was playing

The girl in the movie is at dinner with her boyfriend and thinks he’s going to propose, but he breaks up with her instead

It hits a little too close to home and Logan’s about to switch it off

Then she decides to go to law school to prove herself

He finds himself getting more and more invested in this movie, relating more to Elle with every scene, and by the morning he confronts the idea he’s been shoving away for too long so he doesn’t rock the boat

He talks to his dad and they decide Logan will go to law school, but remain a prominent board member and shareholder of the family company

Mitchum is surprised by how responsible and well thought out Logan’s plan is

He’s forging a path to a very lucrative field - one Mitchum can tell he’s going to be very successful in - while still staying involved enough in the family business 

So Logan goes off to law school, and 20 years later he’s a total shark 

He’s a prestigious, expensive lawyer with a reputation for never losing and a long streak of killing it with really high profile cases

Now the Huntzberger name carries all the weight and power of his father’s media reach, and Logan’s success in the courtroom 

He’s excelling 

And he’s excelling enough to keep his family out of his personal life for a while 

He’s living the bachelor life until he hits 40

That’s when his parents decide it’s really unacceptable that he’s still not married 

So they tell him if he doesn’t get married soon they’ll arrange something

Some french heiress or something 

And Logan finds himself right back where he didn’t want to be

And then, like a gift from god, he sees you

Like I said in my initial drabble, Logan first saw you in a cafe reading some dusty novel no one actually reads like war and peace or crime and punishment or something

He's seen people your age do that before, reading complicated stuffy literature to seem smart and make some pretentious English class commentary that barely makes sense 

So he calls you on it

"War and Peace, huh?"

He’s expecting you to say something fake and pretentious

Some bullshit fake deep pseudo intellectual shit

But you look up at him, only pausing for a moment before you speak

You’re surprised to see such a gorgeous guy in a little cafe like this

Especially one that seems interested in talking to you

And god, the way you talk about it

The way your eyes light up

It takes him by surprise

He's not just interested

He's invested 

You start talking and realize that you've been talking for way longer than you expected to

And he wants more

He wants to know more about you, wants to see you sweet smile and hear your cute little laugh when he says something charming or compliments you

So he takes you out to dinner, his treat 

He guides you out the door and into his Porsche with his hand on your back 

It's a subtle gesture but it makes your stomach flip 

Then he buckles your seat belt for you

If you weren't sold before you sure are by now 

So he takes you to this nice fancy restaurant, wines and dines you, and he is laying on the charm thick

"Oh, come on. A pretty young thing like you must have a boyfriend."

"Really, you have excellent taste.”

You don’t miss the way he’s been eyeing you all night

And he doesn’t miss the way you squeeze your thighs together when he touches your face or plays with your fingers

One thing leads to another and after he pays the bill and leaves a generous tip, you find him ushering you back into his porsche

And yet again he closes your door for you and gets you all buckled in

This time when he drives his hand rests on your knee

He thinks he can handle this

He’s the biggest whore on the east coast /affectionate 

Then you grab his hand and move it up your thigh

There’s no going back now

He’s in just as deep as you are

Before you know it you’re tearing off each other’s clothes

His lips are all over you and motherfucker does he know what he’s doing

He worried for a moment he might have lost his edge

But as he lays you down into his big soft bed, your skin touching his silky sheets for the first time

But definitely not the last

As he finally touches you and feels how wet you are for him

He knows he didn’t peak in college

“Shh, listen,” he says between kisses that make you feel dizzy, “you’re gonna tell me if it’s too much for you, can you do that?”

You nod while he holds your face in his big hands

“You gotta say it,” he chuckles at how sweet you are, how well you respond to him, “use your words, baby…” 

You manage to choke out a desperate yes between kisses that makes his stomach twist

And that is the very beginning to your intense affair with Logan Huntzberger 

He’s desperate to see you again

He sends flowers and a dress and a gorgeous necklace to your apartment

And not the normal amount of flowers

The Logan amount of flowers

So a lot

And you can’t believe your luck finding a hot rich older guy that’s so into you 

You really like this attention

Your daddy issues are SCREAMING

And Logan likes having someone as gorgeous and intelligent and into him as you are

And he wants to do this right

But he’s rapidly approaching the deadline his family set

He doesn’t want to scare you off

GOD that’s the last thing he wants

But he is terrified of proposing and having it end up like it did the last time

Eventually he works up the nerve to talk to you about it 

He’s explaining everything to you while you pay your bills 

But it says they’re already paid

And your credit cards are paid off

And your debt has just disappeared

Even your student loans are gone

And there’s a fat deposit in your checking account 

He paid off all your debt and didn’t tell you

By the time he’s done explaining that you basically either need to get married asap or you can’t see each other anymore he still hasn’t brought it up

And you realize he’s not going to

He didn’t pay your bills to guilt you into anything

He’s not holding it over your head

He’s taking care of you

And all you’ve ever wanted is someone who will take care of you

Logan is surprised when you agree

But he’s even more surprised at how fast you agree

You sit in his lap and end up rambling about how much you love him, how you don’t think you’ll ever find anyone you like as much as him or anyone that treats you as well as he does

To no one’s surprise the conversation ends with him taking you on every surface of your apartment

Hours later you’re cuddling naked on your couch, resting your head on his muscular chest and listening to his heartbeat

“So like… are we engaged now?” you ask looking up at him

He laughs sweetly

“No, not yet. I have to actually propose first.”

You think back to your conversation earlier when you first said you’d want to marry him

“So that didn’t count before?”

His heart breaks at how little you ask for

“No, that didn’t count.” He kisses your head, “I’m going to take you out somewhere nice, give you a proper proposal, with a nice ring.”

You get butterflies thinking about it

You can’t believe how much he does for you

How much he wants to do for you 

You’re quiet for a moment, and he can feel you smiling into his chest

“...Okay.” 

Your voice is so small and bashful, and he can hear you suppressing a flustered giggle

Fuck he can’t get enough of you 

He laughs and pulls you closer, grabbing your chin and makes you look up at him so he can kiss you 

You fall asleep in his arms

And you think that you won’t mind being married so young if it’s Logan you’re marrying

Logan is looking at you with so much love and adoration

And right before he falls asleep 

He thinks that maybe it’s not too late for him to find love after all

[teyums]

lo’ak accidentally calling the reader “bro” or something making her feel like she’s been friendzoned and him having to clumsily comfort her and confess his feelings :(

More Than Friends ✽ Lo’ak Sully

a/n: this idea is too cute i started writing it immediately 💗

wc: 2.1k

pairing: lo’ak x fem! na’vi reader

contains: flufff, a lil kith, lo’ak being the cutie he is

warnings: none!

You woke up this morning more than elated, your body out of your hammock before your eyes were even open. Nearly jumping for joy upon realizing today was the day you’d been waiting for. Lo’ak had been away with his father and older brother for almost three days now, something about a mandatory hunting trip he had no way to get out of. This had officially been the longest you’d been apart, and you missed him terribly— his stupid corny jokes and overly energetic demeanor that constantly got him into trouble. You couldn’t help but hope he missed you too.

Spending the days together became you and the younger sully’s routine, the both of you promising that even if you were busy you would dedicate at least an hour out of your days to see each other. You would spend that hour tucked away in a tall tree away from looking eyes, shoulders pressed close to each other while you watched the sun set, the one branch that held the both of you serving as an excuse for your rapidly beating heart. You blamed the flushing of your cheeks on adrenaline.

The entire village knew of your friendship, at least that’s what the two of you referred to it as. Everyone was fully convinced that you would become each other’s mates in due time, with the way your hugs would linger for a little too long upon seeing the other after only a few hours apart, or how you would try and skip out on your chores deemed by the elders just to spend ten extra minutes with him.

The squawking of ikrans in the distance has your feet carrying you out of your tent before you had a say in it. You eased your way through the village and peered your head around once you came into the crowd, eyes locking on the lanky, striped body of a familiar na’vi, one who just so happened to be your favorite.

You slipped through the huddle of people blocking your path while repeatedly excusing yourself, not being able to control your excitement as you neared closer, Lo’ak’s back facing you and his hands focused on removing his Ikran’s saddle.

“Lo’ak!” You squealed in excitement and ran the rest of the way to him, throwing your arms around his middle and pressing your cheek against his skin.

“Jesus Christ-“ He lurched forward slightly, eyes widening and his head quickly swishing back and forth over his shoulders to figure out who had a vice grip on his body. He peered down at your dainty hands clasped together against his abdomen, smiling and softly laughing to himself at the realization of who it was. “Hi, Y/n,” He gently tugged at your arms to loosen your grasp, turning around with a small smile before wrapping his around your waist in return.

You stood on your toes, repositioning your slender arms around his neck and pulling him as close as possible, into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re safe, Lo. Please don’t leave for that long again.”

He nuzzled his face into your hair, taking a deep inhale of your scent and sighing in relief. You were exactly what he was looking forward to coming home to. “I missed you too.” He murmured, loud enough so you could hear. He rolled his eyes when Neteyam faked an obnoxious gagging noise behind him.

You pulled away from him, eyes peeking around his body to see Jake approaching. You composed yourself and gently tapped Lo’ak’s wrists, him catching the hint and snatching his hands away.

“Olo’eyktan Jake,” You brought two fingers up to your forehead with a slight bow of your head, bringing them down and watching him return the greeting.

“Y/n,” He smiled. “I see you’ve found my son. Thank God, I was getting tired of listening to him blab on and on-“

“Dad.” Lo’ak hissed through clenched teeth, widening his eyes as a silent plea for him to stop talking. Jake cleared his throat and looked between the two of you, his son’s face growing hotter when you used a hand to stifle your snickering.

The tall Sully next to you used his head to motion away from the landing pointe and towards the trees, wordlessly asking for permission to break away from the crowd.

Jake sighed but nodded in agreement, cutting his son a little bit of slack since he worked so hard over the past three days. “Hey,” he started, looking at Lo’ak with a tilted stare. “Make good choices.”

Your arm was already extended out as the boy dragged you away by your hand, his eyes rolling at his dad’s unrequested advice. “Yeah, says the man who had four kids in like two years.” He snorted.

“Don’t think I ain’t hear that, boy!”

~~

During the trek through the forest and up to the familiar cliffside the two of you liked to hang at from time to time, Lo’ak held your hand in his. It was so normal for the two of you now that he hadn’t paid any mind to the way your admiring eyes barely left his face the whole way there.

The two of you settled on resting against the thick trunk of a large tree, laughter filling the air while he told an over exaggerated story of his battle with a sturmbeest. He had turned towards you with criss-crossed legs at this point, you following suit to give him your full attention.

“So, there I was, face to face with this big ass wannabe rhino. I’m standing there, right? Then it charges at me. You think I’d be scared for my life, any sane person would run.” He elaborated excitedly, eyes looking into yours and hands cutting through the air with gestures he assumed would give you a better understanding of the scene you were picturing in your head.

“Right,” You smiled, letting him know you were following along.

“Wrong, that’s a bitch move. I grabbed my bow so fast, it didn’t even have time to react. I don’t even know where the others were,” He shrugged and let out a cocky huff, hyping himself up while he proceeded. “I took out an arrow, pulled it back and looked that thing right in it’s eyes, then wham! Instant kill-shot!” He used his fist to punch the palm of his other hand and succeeded in creating the sound his mouth had, making you jump at the gust of air it sent towards your face. “And that, my dear friend, is how I got us all dinner, thirty minutes into the first day. Can you believe that?” He beamed, eager to hear your praise.

You dropped your head down and laughed at his story telling, looking back up at him to quickly nod in approval. “Good job, Lo’ak. That’s amazing! I knew you could catch one, you just always doubt yourself.” You playfully jabbed a finger at his shoulder with a grin.

His eyes fell away from yours and he shrugged sheepishly, cheekbones high on his face from the genuine smile they formed. Your heart swooned while you watched his demeanor become shy due to your response. Lo’ak craved your approval more than anyone’s, your encouraging words enough to reinstill confidence in him whenever he lost it, or turn his bad day into a good one. You took a deep, yet quiet breath, something telling you this moment would lead to the one you’d been waiting to have with him— until he spoke up again.

“See,” He leaned back onto his hands, shaking his head and peering up at the sky above the both of you. “This is exactly why I missed you, bro.”

You blinked, confusion settling in to replace the fuzzy feeling that you were previously relishing in. Had you been reading his behavior these past few weeks completely wrong? Here you were, about to confess your feelings to him only three days ago, just to find out he thinks of you as nothing more than a friend. His ‘bro’.

He tore his attention away from the clouds when an unusually long silence replaced the lively conversation, eyebrows knitting together with concern at your downcast gaze into the grass, fingers idly picking at the green blades with envy.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, head tilted and the two braids he usually left out in the front following suit.

You dared not look up at him, you already hated how sensitive you were and looking into his eyes right now would only make things worse. “It’s nothing, Lo’ak.” You mumbled.

“I’m your bestfriend, Y/n. I know when you’re lying to me, it’s definitely something.” He chuckled dryly, it being more of a scoff than a laugh.

That right there. That godforsaken word. ‘Bestfriend’, what you were starting to believe was all you’d ever be to him.

“I know, we’re bestfriends, Lo’ak. I just thought that, y’know, with the way things have been with us in the last few weeks, that we both kinda…” You swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried to find the right words, exhaling frustratedly at your lack of direction and using a hand to hastily wave off the topic. “Nevermind, forget it. It’s stupid.” Your voice was almost a whisper, his gaze boring into the top of your head and it felt like your body was locked in place.

“Shit,” His eyes softened immediately once he came to the realization, causing him to sit up straight at attention. “Wait, wait, wait, I fucked up.” He vigorously shook his head, a hand reaching to the back of his neck to nervously rub it. “I didn’t mean bro, like bro, y’know? I’m just so comfortable around you that, it kinda slipped out… l-like Neteyam! I talk to him a lot so I call him bro. But you’re not Neteyam, obviously, because I think you’re really pretty. I mean duh, how could I not. And it’s a different ‘bro’ cause Neteyam’s my brother, and you’re…” He gulped, eyes darting around as he tried to make sense of what he was even saying.

“Lo’ak-“

He continued, so panicked to explain himself that he hadn’t heard you say his name. “I called you bro but I don’t love you like a ‘bro’, don’t get me wrong like I definitely do love you but it’s more like-“

You bit your lip and tried to contain your smile from making your cheeks burst, the both of you switching places with him now avoiding looking at your face and you watching him clumsily attempt to piece his feelings together. “Lo’ak!” You spoke a little louder this time, reaching forward to grab his slightly clammy four-fingered hand and giggling when his wide eyes landed on yours. “Breathe.”

“Can I kiss you?” He blurted out, his surprised expression that came after making it look like he didn’t have control over what he was saying, as if he had asked the question in a hurry in fear his courage would run dry— lips parted while airy breaths slipped through from his prior rambling. He was suddenly closer and your breath caught in your throat, his gaze so strong that when your eyes fell to his lips he took it as a yes and closed the gap separating you from him. You were glad he knew you well enough to read your mind, seeing as you were too flustered by his outburst to answer verbally.

You nearly stumbled back from the force he kissed you with, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks and pull him closer into you, returning his efforts with a heavy sigh. His lips were soft and inviting, you wondered why the both of you had waited so long when it was clear how badly each other wanted it this whole time.

His arm circled your waist and dragged your body closer to his, the other propping him up while he leaned over you. You trailed a hand down from his face to hold the back of his neck, quickly taking in a breath of air when he parted for the same reason.

“So,” You breathed out, licking your already wet lips; he never took his eyes from them as if he were in a trance. “Love, huh?” You teased.

“Shut up.” He smirked, wasting no time before crashing his lips against yours once more.

a/n: this was so cute and so much fun to write it’s one of my favs tbh, anon i could kiss you for this request! hope you enjoyed reading <3 Likes + Reblogs are much appreciated!

[abiomens]

So...this ain't fluff but hear me out:

Massage Therapist!Noah who gives you a full body massage and ends up finger fucking you and railing you into oblivion afterwards until both your brain and body melted 🥴🥴🥴🥴

JESUS CHRIST GET BACK HERE ANON

(i got rly carried away with this. nsfw bellow the cut 😭)

cuz yeah !! okay i cant do this

nvm jm back.

cuz he has really nice hands, right? you can’t help but stare at them for a little too long when he’s running his hands up your thighs or massaging the muscles in your shoulders. and he take notice to this.

he noticed looonnggg ago, a few months actually- he’s a TEAAAAASSEEEEEEE. like like like purposely lingering on your waist a little too long, or squeezing your thighs a little when you’re in a session. he knows it makes you squirm and he loves seeing you squirm. so one day when he’s wearing a specific turtleneck sweater and has the sleeves rolled up on his forearms, you suddenly feel very hot under your clothes.

half way during him massaging your legs and you talking about your day, you notice his hands reaching a little higher up your thighs, and then they’re at your inner thighs, squeezing and kneading at the plush flesh there. it’s distracting, you keep trailing off or completely forgetting what you were saying cuz you were too busy looking at his hands and how his cheek is pressed against your knee.

then his fingers run underneath your jean shorts and he keeps squeezing so softly, and when you just. stop talking. he looks up at you like he doesn’t know what he’s doing (he knows.) and is giving you the most innocent eyes ever. “you okay sweetheart?” as his fingers are literally tugging on your shorts and fishnets.

he’s suddenly rising up and hovering over you, dipping his fingers under the fabric and rubbing at your clit. you’re already crumbling under him, gripping his shoulders and whimpering into his neck. and before you know it he has 3 fingers buried in your cunt. you’re whimpering and moaning and grinding down onto his hand, his other holding your face and kissing you so deeply.

he made you cum twice on his fingers cuz he’s evil and wants you pliant and dumb and docile and mindless. then he’s so so gently tugging down your shorts and tossing then next to your bag, then your fishnets and pretty lace panties come next. he’s rubbing at your thighs again and leaving love bites all over them, you barely realize he’s buried his face in your cunt cuz you’re already so dazed. he’s moaning into you and gripping your hips, groaning when you tug at his hair and grind on his face. the glasses he wore were somehow still sitting on his face perfectly fine-

and when you cum again? he happily scoops it all up and sucks it off his fingers, literally moaning at your taste and praising you for doing so well for him, he’s so sweet :(((

he’s kissing you so softly now, cradling the back of your head and unbuckling his belt, then tugging on the waistband of his pants. you were already sat on the couch in his office, so he laid you back and you nearly drooled at his size. he let out a little laugh and suddenly his hands were at your waist and he was pushing himself inside so slowly. you were already in another plane of existence, and being so full of him added to that? darling you’re gone.

he’s leaning over you and cradling your face in his hands, checking in and making sure you’re okay. sweet boy :((((((

“yeah? feels good sweetheart?”

“shh, i know baby, i know. its so much, isnt it?”

“hng- ‘s big-“ “you can take it pup.”

“doing so good for me, sucha good girl.”

and before you know it, he’s got you folded in half and fucking you like he’ll never be able to again. (this happens at least one a week afterwards.) you’re too fucked out and dazed to realize you’re drooling and being so loud until his hand is clamping down on your mouth and he’s murmuring against your ear.

“gotta be quiet baby, can’t let everyone hear how good you take my dick, hm?”

“cock feels that good baby? yeah?”

okay ill shut yhe fuck up now-

[grabbaqueen16]

Eddie Munson - Through the wire

Eddie stupidly busts his jaw after messing around on skull rock while it was still slippery after heavy rain and Y/n "takes care of him".

SMUT/NSFW*

Slight use of feminine terms, smut, male receiving oral, edging warning.

“SIX WEEKS?!” Eddie sat up so fast he practically jumped out of his hospital bed when the doctor told him how long he’d be in this state.

“I told you to stop fucking around or you’d face the consequences.” You taunted him, he slapped your arm and rolled his eyes

“Is there like a mirror or something so I can check my damage?” Eddie groaned.

You reached into your bag, pulled out a compact mirror and passed it to him

“Jesus christ, are you serious Doc? I have to stay like this for eight whole weeks??” He poked at his puffy cheeks and instantly winced in pain

“Yes Mr Munson, at least six weeks, but who knows, maybe if you start to show good progress in the healing process I might let you out a little earlier.” the doctor smiled and made his way out of the room.

Eddie looked up at you with that look on his face and you just knew he was about to ask you for something crazy

“What do you want?” you asked in a jokingly annoyed tone

“Carry me to the car?” He gave a cheeky smile, you could almost see your reflection on all the shiny metal in his mouth

“Please remind me again, did you break your jaw or your legs? My memory’s a bit foggy” you made a quizzical face and tapped your finger to your lips. Eddie rolled his eyes. “But if it makes you feel any better, I’ll hold your hand while we walk?” You offered. He gave a sarcastic smile and took your hand.

You started walking out to his van together,  His instinct was to hop into the driver's seat and he held out his hand for you to pass him the keys.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You spun the keys around your finger

“Uh I could be driving us home if you would be so kind and pass me my keys.” He continued to hold out his hand and scrunched his fingers trying to signal you to put them in his palm

“No operating any vehicles or heavy machinery for at least 8 hours while you’re on the pain meds ” You pouted “Doctors orders.”

“I hate it here.” Eddie grumbled under his breath and scooted over to the passenger’s side, he would’ve intentionally clenched his jaw hard enough to break it again if it wasn’t already wired shut.

You hopped up into the van and claimed your new spot as the driver, it was like unlocking a new region in a  video game. Eddie rarely let you drive the van, only if he was too drunk to drive home and that one time he sprained his ankle and you had to drive him everywhere. He would never let anyone else sit in the driver’s seat; that was like his most sacred spot, you were the only exception. You turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared.

“Alright who’s ready to rock and roll” you laughed and pressed on the gas, speeding off down the street

“Oh my god Y/n please slow down I’m getting so car sick” he heaved, desperately rolling down his window to try and cool himself off

“Ok, just relax Eds we’re almost home.” you reached over and held his hand

You pulled up outside the trailer, parked the van and both made your way inside, Eddie swung the front door open, ran to his bedroom and flopped on the bed. Still laying flat on his back he waved you over, you followed and gently sat beside him on the bed.

“How you feeling bud?” 

“Like I’m on the verge of death” he whined 

“You’ll be ok babe, I promise” you lovingly rubbed his shoulder and placed a kiss on his forehead. “Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?” 

“Well there is one thing…” He turned to look at you and trailed off  “And that would be…?” you continued

“No, no it’s fine, nevermind.”  he turned away “Well…” 

“What is it that you want Eddie?’ you tugged on one of the long strands of hair resting at his shoulders

“Well I mean… It would really cheer me up if you gave me some head?” He shrugged and laughed sheepishly

“You just got out of the hospital and the first thing you want me to do is suck your dick?” You laughed at him “‘Hey, you asked if there was anything you could do and I just gave a suggestion” he laughed as he leaned in to give you a kiss, and you accepted it happily. 

“Alright, whatever will help the patient” you said as you started to unbuckle his belt.

You pulled his jeans down to reveal an already growing bulge. You take your time with his boxers, toying with the waistband, slowly sliding it off until you finally reach his ankles, once on the ground you take your position on your knees and pull him in closer by his waist. 

You pinch your thumb and pointer finger together making an O shape and slowly start to slide it up and down his length, squeezing tighter when you slide over the tip as you start to feel his dick growing harder.

“I know you just started but I feel so much better already Princess” Eddie said in a low tone, placing his hands on your shoulders, starting to massage them”

You pumped his length with your full hand a few times before slowly sliding the tip into your mouth, causing Eddie to let out an audible moan. You use your hand to continue pumping the rest of his length, swirling your tongue around his tip.

“Fuck baby you’re so good to me” He cried as he threw his head back in bliss. You take his length down your throat and moan, sending vibrations that only make Eddie cry out louder.

You pull off of him, watching a long string of saliva stretch between the two of you before wiping your mouth. Eddie whines at the lack of contact, he moves his hands to hold the sides of your face, caressing them softly. You look up at his needy face, then down at the head of his red and swollen cock that was starting to leak. You look back up at him and watch his face change eagerly as you slowly start to slide it back into your mouth. 

“I’m getting so close sweetheart, fuck” he whined. You watch him get closer and closer to the edge as you tease him with your tongue. You can feel his body tensing up as you slowly slide your mouth off again and stop for a minute, leaving him aching and begging you to keep going.

“Please baby,  please don’t stop,” he panted. His hands caress your face, lifting your head up to look at him. His eyes darted back and forth between yours rapidly. You placed your hands on his hips, softly tracing patterns up and down his sides to keep him squirming from your touch. You push down on his rock hard dick and watch it spring back up and slap his stomach which made him shiver.

“What do you want me to do for you Princess?” He started to smile realising that you just needed some attention too.

“Nothing right now but…” You spoke in a sultry voice as you started to run your finger up and down the bottom of his cock, from base to tip which started to bring him back to the edge. His full attention to you.

“In six weeks time I expect you to pay me back in full for this little favour” You smiled at him cheekily

You stared straight into his eyes, which were heavy with a mix of lust and love, as you started to take his length into your mouth once more.

“Yes, fuck, anything you want baby” He grunted out as his cock slammed into the back of your throat again and again and again. 

Eddie moaned wildly as he came shooting thick ropes into your mouth, he watched as you swallowed and continued to tease him with your hands as you got up. Once you were back up he kissed your lips softly and left gentle kisses down your neck, wrapping his arms around your body. 

“God you are so good at that baby,” He stood behind you with his chest pressing into your back, his hands reaching around and resting on your chest, his still semi hard cock pressing into the back of your thigh.

“I know you asked me to repay you when I can use my mouth again, and of course I will, but I hope you don’t expect to wait that long for me to make you feel good too.” He whispered into your ear with a wicked smile as he continued to pepper your neck and cheek with kisses.

A/N This one's been cooking in my drafts for like almost a year now so I hope it was worth the wait 💀 COMMENT IF YOU WANT PART 2 😋Is this fandom even still alive atp? idk but I hope so.

[deanwritings]

Flour, Flour Everywhere

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff.

Prompt: “…” “i can explain” “what did you do to my kitchen?”

Summary: Dean comes home to a very messy kitchen.

Word Count: 934

Gif:

A/N: Look at me writing fluff. Just a cute little piece based on a prompt I saw

Shit. This was not as easy as you thought it would be. 

You run the back of your forearm across your brow, wiping away the beads of sweat that had started to form. 

This looked so much easier in the Youtube video playing on your phone. 

It had come across your screen last night when you couldn’t sleep and were in the bowels of the internet trying to find something that would help you relax enough to finally pass out. 

But as “Apple Pie ASMR” played, not only was it deliciously relaxing, but it looked pretty easy. Which sparked the idea – why not bake a pie?

You tried your hand at baking over the years, never venturing outside of cookies, but you found baking relaxing, and figured there was a certain green-eyed hunter who would be very appreciative to have a freshly baked pie. 

So when Dean headed out for a supply run this morning, you popped into the kitchen and got to work. 

And boy, was it work. 

You had pulled out almost every pot, pan, and appliance as you worked to mix and form the crust and render the apples. It sounded so simple, but Jesus Christ you had been at this almost an hour now and you still haven’t even gotten the crust dough in the oven yet.

But you take a deep breath and dive back into it, putting all of your strength into the counter as you use the roller you found stashed in the far back of a cabinet as you attempt, again, to even out the dough beneath you, and you groan as it continues to stick to your rolling pin. 

More flour. Was what every website said if your dough was sticking, but every time you added more flour, it would just harden again, and you basically had to start over. 

But you were in too deep, and you weren’t the type of person to give up when it got tough. 

When the going got tough, the tough were going to make this god damn pie.

Dean wanderers down the hallway, grocery bags hanging from his fingertips as he takes heavy steps towards the kitchen. It was nice getting out of the bunker but sometimes it really sucked how long it took just to get some simple items since the bunker was so far out from town. 

As he takes his next step, he hears a grumbled “for fuck’s sake,” the voice clearly belonging to you. 

He picks up the pace, not worried, but curiosity carrying him the rest of the way to the kitchen as he approaches the entry, his steps faltering as he nearly loses his grip on the bags in his hands. 

When he left about two hours ago, it was a sparkling clean kitchen. Exactly how he liked it, especially since he was really the only one who cooked among the three of them. 

But now. Now it was a disaster. 

The counters, usually clean and free of clutter, were covered in what had to be every piece of cookware in the kitchen. In between the limited space of bowls and pans was flour, butter, Dean had no idea what else but holy shit was it a mess.

You’re bent over a counter, your back to Dean, not having noticed his presence. 

“What the hell did you do to my kitchen?” Dean roars as he finally steps into the catastrophe that is his kitchen. Yes, his kitchen. He spends the most time out of anyone in there, and prided himself on keeping it sparkling. 

You jump up at his voice and spin around, flour flying around you. 

He drops his bags on the table, being that there is no room anywhere else, keeping his hard gaze on you as he stalks closer. 

“I can explain,” you hold up your hands as he stops in front of you. 

He raises his eyebrows and nods, silently letting you know to continue.

Instead of answering, you spin around, and Dean frowns, but without any time to linger on his confusion, he takes a quick step back as you quickly twirl back, this time, with something in your hands.

Dean looks down in disbelief.

“Is that…” He points at it, his anger falling away.

You fold your lips and nod.

“Homemade apple pie.” You lift it up as a peace offering. “Fresh out of the oven.” You finish with a smirk.

Dean runs his tongue over his teeth, nodding as he decides if he’s going to accept your bribe.

“Fine,” he concedes, taking the tin from your hands. You reach behind you and return with a fork, with Dean grabs with an “ah.”

Dean hurries over to the table, pushing aside the grocery bags as he takes a seat, carefully placing the pie in front of him with the utmost care. 

He gives his hands a rub, taking in the golden lattices and glistening apples laying underneath, his mouth watering at the sight. 

He picks up the fork and digs in, steam billowing as he lifts the fork to his mouth, not waiting for it to cool before it shoves it in.

He takes a bite, the apples not mushing beneath his teeth, and an overwhelming taste of salt exploding over his tongue. 

“Soooo,” you come around the island and rest against it. “How is it?” You look at him with gleaming eyes. 

“Great, sweetheart,” he mumbles over uncooked apples, taking a hard swallow. 

“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” You plead.

Dean just raises his eyebrows with a tight smile and shoots you a thumbs up.

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[lighthouseshepard]

uhhh you asked for asks???

srry i feel so self conscious rn

clingy human john!! do with that what you will :D

i love ur writing so much btw, like three of ur works are in my comfort fic bookmark collection 💖💖💖

WHAT IF I CRIED SJHFfj. thank you so much ;_; your art srsly sustains me 💖💖

and thank you for the ask AAAA! this was really fun to write out!! it got... a bit away from me length-wise. but i just really love clingy human john <3

He senses the hands poised and waiting on each side of him before he even opens the fridge.

John was never one for subtlety. He was crafty, certainly, and intricately aware of his own innate cunning to get what he wanted, often to the annoyance and detriment of everyone around him. Manipulation by default carried its own brand of skillful deception, an artform of hiding partial truths in favor of what you wanted others to believe instead. But rarely did it require him to be totally discreet in those aims - and even now when he had grown so far beyond the king he used to be, his lack of remaining subtle in every single act grew with him.

"John," Arthur says slowly. "Can I open the refrigerator, please?"

Those arms wrap around him before the sentence is even fully out of his mouth. John holds him loosely as he comes to stand just behind him, draped like so much heavy wool, the differences in their heights never more apparent than when he rested his chin atop Arthur's head. 

"I don't know," John muses thoughtfully, "can you?"

Arthur sighs, fighting helplessly against the curve of a smile. "It's only been five minutes since I got up," he recalls. "I told you I was coming back soon enough."

"Mhm," comes the indifferent hum. His breath stirs a few wayward strands of swept back hair. John's own long black curls had spilled over his shoulder, tickling the side of Arthur's cheek. "I missed you, though."

"Five minutes," he emphasizes, attempting and failing to reach up and grip the refridgerator's handle. "You couldn't wait for me that long?"

"I got bored," says John nonchalantly. "It's too cold in there."

"What do those things have in common, exactly?" he asks airily, giving into a grin.

Rolled eyes go unnoticed as John hugs him tighter, chest pressed against his back. "The heating is out," he clarifies as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I was impatient waiting for you to come back. You're the warmest thing in the house right now, ergo, I came to find you."

"I see." He nods sagely. "Ever the survivalist. Wouldn't want you to freeze to death. May I have my hand back, please?"

"Can I have it when you're done?"

"Yes, John, Jesus Christ," Arthur laughs, the sound dancing joyfully around the tiny kitchen. "I just need a moment."

With a grumble, he relents, releasing the left hand only. Arthur's other remains solidly trapped under the reach of John's left arm, fingers brushing the backs of scarred knuckles absentmindedly. It grounds as much as it distracts, and when he's finally able to open the door and stand sightlessly in front of the cool draft wafting out, he forgets entirely what he was going to make.

"What are you looking for?" John asks him, unconsciously mirroring the thought. His chin hasn't moved. Every miniscule movement of Arthur's he matches, the two of them swaying imperceptibly in place. 

"Something to eat, clearly," he says drily. "Any suggestions?"

John shifts briefly to put both palms on either side of his waist, feeling the curve there. "Something fattening," he recommends. "It's still like grasping a slip of tissue paper."

Arthur huffs, but doesn't give in to the gentle ribbing. "I'm trying, alright? I’ve a lot to make up for."

"Try harder. More of you means more for me to hang onto."

It had been this way ever since they'd gained him the body both had worked so hard to achieve. From day one John had clung to him like someone starved of affection his entire life - and in all aspects of the phrase, he very much was. Out in public they tended to keep a lower profile, relying on the indiscretion of linked pinky fingers when walking or shoulders bumped playfully against one another, but rarely did it satisfy their longing for the comfort of simple touch. At home, safe from prying glances and safe in each other, John followed him almost everywhere he could. Usually his excuses were believable enough for Arthur to concede to them, but after a while John gave up pretending altogether. 

In complete honesty with himself, Arthur would never have turned him away, false reasons for wanting to be near him or not. He would drape himself over Arthur's neck while he played piano, something he knew tickled him enough to lose focus; he cared very little about this, only lamenting the stall of music. He would lay his head in his lap while John described the movie they were watching, eyes fluttering shut when wandering hands played with his hair, losing the plot entirely. A bed empty on one side soon became the two of them slotted neatly together, neither looking for anything more than someone to breathe next to, hold through the small hours of the morning. 

All those eons alone, Arthur thinks to himself as he reaches for the bread. All that time spent denied any tangible adoration or connection, unable to consider what that could even mean, too large in the scope of his unending dominion to conceive of something so plainly momentous as two hands coming together. No wonder he was ravenous. It must have felt like finally being let inside after staring for so long through the glass.

All that history behind him, and it only made him want to feel loved. In this, Arthur could resonate well.

"John?" he asks, setting the bagged loaf on the counter. John follows behind him, still wrapped. Arthur could have stood on his toes and had him walk them both across the room if he wanted to. 

"Hmm?"

"What's it like?"

John blinks drowsily. "What is what like?"

"Being able to touch, I mean. I know you had my hand, of course, but with your own body I imagine it's much different to experience humanity through."

John considers this as he watches the sandwich forming, not bothering to help as Arthur struggles to grab a plate over John's cemented grip. He'd mulled it over on multiple occasions, tried numerous ways to explain it. All his eloquence went out the window when faced with such a question, simple on its face but possessive of an entire linguistic ocean underneath.

His mouth opens, a half formed sentence lingering there, before promptly closing. Arthur winces at the tap of his jaw against the top of his head.

"Ouch?"

"Sorry."

He can't find the words. Perhaps he didn't need to. This source of physical consolation and the way he coveted it would have to be enough to make him understand. The sensation of fresh cotton clothing, skin warmed by the sun casting its narrow beam of light across the kitchen floor, muscles and joints and a collection of scars all silhouetted into a body he had once lived in, and now knew as well as his own: it's a humbling wonder. 

But Arthur sighs, and this description too leaves him. So instead he settles.

"It's nice," he says quietly, reveling in the sturdy softness within his reach that he would be forever grateful to share. "It's nice."

[hzbinnerdlover]

Early morning sickness

(Content warning this is a snz kink fic, you have been warned. Also hope you enjoy this is my first one here.)

Vox came into the kitchen and stretched out, wearing his shark tshirt and matching shark patterned pj pants, immediately going for his coffee pot and turning it on. "Jesus, really can't function without my coffee" *stretching again he waits while looking through things on his phone, checking the news, latest things happening in town, etc.

"Seems like the same normal shit around here, who coulda guessed that?" Rolling his eyes he sighs as he keeps scrolling, picking up his coffee cup the moment the coffee was done and pouring it in, taking a long sip as he does so.

THUMP!

Vox jumps a bit, nearly dropping the beverage and blinking at the loud sound. "The fuck-?"

He glances down the hallway, thinking he heard it from the bedroom. Immediately ye starts walking down towards it and pokes his head inside, seeing a large blanket lump on the ground. "Val...? That you in there?", only a loud groan cake in response, earning an eyeroll from Vox.

"Jesus Val, quit fucking around and get up. We have a meeting today", without giving him a chance to speak he heads back to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Soon the scent of toast wavered in the air as he munched upon the food, hearing a pair of loud footsteps enter. "Fucking finally, about time you got up and-", stopping mid-sentence he blinks and looks at the state of the moth.

Valentino had plopped onto the table rather tiredly, eyes carrying heavy bags underneath and face all flushed, his nose a bit blotchy in color as he groaned, and keeping a large blanket wrapped around him as he gave a shiver.

"Ugh....what time is that stupid meeting again?", he gives a sniffle as he sits up and rubs his eyes.

Vox immediately rushed over and cupped his cheeks. "Fuck Val- what's going on with you? Are you okay? You look exhausted..." The moth whined a bit as he shook his head. "Not so loud Voxie....I barely slept last night. Caught some weird bug or something...."

"A bug? Like...you're sick or something?" He then realizes how warm he felt and feels his forehead. "Christ you're running a fever. Why didn't you wake me up? I could've gotten you some medicine of some shit. Fuck Val..."

"I didn't wanna wake you. You get cranky when woken up and I didn't wanna deal with...d-deal with your cranky ass...heh...", he pulls away from Vox suddenly, burying his mouth and nose under the blanket he was wrapped in. "Sh'uu! Sks'huu! H-H'ishuu!" A few stifled sneezes make their way as he sniffles and groans. Vox gently pats his shoulder. "Bless you, and you can forget that meeting. We're staying home and you're going right back to bed." An annoyed whine came out of the moth.

"But you promised to get take out afterwards. Can't we just try?" He gives a sniffle as he coughs back into the blanket, sounding rather rough as he groans.

Vox shook his head as he took Val's arm gently. "I'll order some later for delivery okay? But we gotta get you back in bed." Carefully he brings Val up and starts pulling him towards the bedroom. "Easy now, okay? I gotcha." Too tired to resist Val only nodded in response, walking with him down the hall and leaning slightly onto him. Once in the bedroom he collapses onto the mattress and crawls to his pillow, getting all comfy.

"Mmm thanks Voxie...", sniffling loudly he curls up under his blanket and coughs again. "Its so cold. Why is it so- I'PSHUU!!!!" He leans forward into the sneeze, feeling a major itch inside.

"Shit- Val? You okay there?", Vox asked rather worried. The tired pimp only responded with hitching breathing, sitting up as he leaves against his pillow and the bedframe as he attempts to respond with words, "Y-Yeah- fine. J-Just, need to- Heh-" Leaning forward he starts going into a fierce sneezing fit.

"Heck'shuuuu!! I-Ip'shuuu!! Ack'shuuuu!!! Heh-Het'chieeeew!!! HET'CHUUUU!!!!"

Groaning softly as he gives a damp sniffle he looks away, face flushed from his fever and a bit of embarrassment. "Sorry....scuse me mi amor."

Vox's heart melted a bit at the sight, wishing he could make his lover feel better right away as he shook his head. "Bless you, don't worry about it hon. You can't exactly help it"

"I know dat", he sniffles again and sighs, feeling his congestion taking over and his nose run. "Seriously?" He grunts a bit as he starts rubbing his nose with the blanket, making Vox wince a bit. "Val hold on- shit- where did I put the tissues?" Immediately he rushes to the bathroom and grabs a box of tissues, heading back to his partner as he plucks a couple out. "Here, use these. It'll be much more comfortable for your nose there."

Val immediately snatches the tissues from him and starts mopping up the mess from his face. "Ugh...thanks. That does help a bit" Wiping himself clean he tosses them towards rhe trashcan, missing as they fall onto the floor. "Uuuuuugh seriously?" Rubbing his eyes he coughs again and looks away. "Okay I'm in bed. You can go now", he says in a rather cold tone as he lays back down. Vox blinks confused as he does so and shakes his head.

"And why would I do that?", he asked rather offended. "I told you I'd take care of you didn't I?"

Val scoffs and rolls eyes. "Yeah, after I had to fucking tell you I was sick asshole. Didn't seem to give much of a shit when I was on the floor this morning"

Vox opens his mouth to refute but blinks, knowing Val had him there. "Fuck....well I didn't know okay? Look. I wanna help you Val, you know I worry about you." He reaches out and caresses the moth's shoulder. "Cause I love you dork."

Val shakes his head and pushes his hand off. "Dumbass. You aren't worried you'll get sick too?! You always have more work than me! Besides I know I'm just another problem for you to deal wi- AK'HUUU!!!" Turning away he sneezes again and groans. "Fucking christ. Anyway, why would- H-Hit'shuuu! You even- ACK'CHEEEW! Care if I'm- HI'ZZUUUH!!! Sick at all?! Heh....heh..." He shakes his head a bit as the last of the itch held itself there. "Oh come on....heh...heh...", Desperately his hands start searching the bed for the tissues to conceal his face in, only finding it was too late. "H-HEH'SHUUUUUU!!!!" He bends forward in the sneeze, feeling a soft feeling pressed against his nose as he did so. Blinking slight tears in his eyes from rhe fit he looks over and sees Vox, realizing he had pressed a tissue to his face and caught the sneeze. Vox gives a small smile to the moth.

"Like I said, cause I love you dork. And I don't wanna see you miserable." He gently starts to wipe Val's nose for him. "Now, was that the last of them?"

Val blushed a little at the gesture, secretly liking the feeling of being cared for like this. "Yeah yeah, I think thats- A'zzuu! Eck'zuu! Heh...HET'CHOO!!!" Sniffling into the now damp tissue Val groans softly, the tv demon slightly wincing as he calmly wiped up the rest of mess. "Ugh....sorry...", Val replied rather tiredly.

Vox shook his head. "No worries darling, gesundheit." Tossing the damp tissue aside he grabs a couple fresh ones and puts them to Val's nose. "Blow, nice and big now." Val simply nods and does as he's told, giving a heavy wet blow into the tissues.

"There ya go, good boy", carefully he wipes his nose clean again and smiles. "Now lay back down okay? Imma get you some medicine" he lays Val back down into the bed and tucks him in, setting the tissue box next to him knowing he was gonna need them. "I'll be right back." Val nods in reply as he snuggles under the covers, tiredly mumbling, "I love you Voxie..." Vox chuckles as he kisses the top of his head. "I love you too Val..." He then starts heading to the kitchen and looking through the medicine cabinet when he feels something off, blinking as a sudden irritation hits him like a truck. "Heh.....HEZZUUH!!!" Blinking another moment he groans and facepalms.

"Motherfucker-"

[toomuchracket]

Have we talked about d word Matty making girlie squirt for the first time?

we have not... but i think it happens when he comes home from tour, and you've been apart for a while. as soon as he gets through the front door and drops his bags, he's scooping you up so he can kiss you sweetly (and a bit tearily) and say "missed you more than anything. i love you so much"; after a little bit of that, though, the kisses get a bit more hungry, and matty's carrying you to bed and laying you down and moaning when he sees the new lingerie set you're wearing under his t-shirt. you offer to go down on him, but matty's adamant he's going to make YOU feel good - very "need to eat you out, princess, dreamt about it every fucking night. can i, sweet girl? need you all over my mouth. will you be good for daddy, let me get my head between your legs?", which of course you enthusiastically agree to. and he's HUNGRY, just continuously pulling orgasms from you with his mouth, pretty much adamant he's staying down there until his fucking jaw locks or some shit (but he keeps a close eye on you to make sure you're alright, asking you for your colours frequently); matty only stops when you physically drag him away from your cunt by the hair and whimper out a request for him to fuck you, something like "need you inside me, daddy, please please please please", just whimpering. and matty just coos "whatever you want, princess, my good girl" before making sure you're comfy and just sliding into you - you both breathe a sigh of relief as he bottoms out, just so content to be back together in the most intimate way, but it's mutually agreed that you're too het up for the usual slow, loving reunion sex, so matty starts to fuck you hard and fast. naturally, considering how fucked you already are, it doesn't take long before you're cumming again - matty's like "wanna get you off as many times as i can, baby, make up for all the times i couldn't while i was away. i'm sorry i wasn't here to make you feel good, princess, sorry you had to resort to doing it yourself. s'not as good without me, is it? it's no good without you, either, you and this perfect little pussy. never want to leave it, fuck, wish i could stay like this forever. i think you'd like that too, yeah?", and you're so overwhelmed by it all that you can do nothing but whine "mhmm". when matty gets close, he brings his thumb to your clit like "have you got one more in you, perfect girl? i think you have. cum for me, princess, cum all over daddy's cock one last time"; the words and the overstimulation just shatter something inside you, and with a cry you gush all over both matty and you, given that he fucks you through it. it's so hot that it just triggers matty's orgasm, too - he buries his face in your neck as he cums in you, just whining "oh fuck, jesus christ, that was the hottest fucking thing i've ever seen. i love you, i love you, i love you", before kissing you like "you alright, princess? that was new". and you're a bit out of it but still smiley like "yeah... s'so good. tired, need to clean it up. s'messy. but hot", and matty smiles like "don't worry, sweetheart, i'll clean you and everything else up and then we can rest, yeah? just give me a minute to recover. and process what just happened lol" <3

[azaarchiive]

holiday girlfriend; semi eita

chapter one

- fuck semi eita

semi eita, this generations most predominant sex symbol, talented singer, funniest artist and biggest player.

semi avoided commitment like it was the plague, deciding that committing was a sham and that he was too beautiful to be held down within the strains of being in a relationship.

this led to the many girls all around the world getting a taste of the semi eita. it’s fair game to all for him.

one of them was you, y/n l/n. nothing was so special about you. you were just a beautiful girl with a beautiful body and a shining personality. not that he cared about your personality.

you were more clingy than the others but he knew how to handle you and all of your wants and needs. clearly not well though he thought as he stood in your room, violently staring at the pregnancy tests shoved in the bin.

semi was still half asleep, he had a long flight and crashed as soon as he made it over to yours. it was currently 4am, maybe he was being delirious?

“baby, what are you looking at?” you asked, starting to sense the missing presence from your bed.

“are you pregnant?” semi asked whilst slowly turning around, horror was struck all over his face.

you shot up out of the bed, turning on the night light beside your bed. you opted to stay silent, saying it out loud would be too much for any one of you to handle.

“what the fuck. no y/n, what the living fuck. have you been poking condoms or sum shit?-“

“NO, FUCKING HELL SEMI!” you scoffed loudly, did semi really think that high of himself and that low of you?

“then how the fuck did this happen? you’re on every pill imaginable.” semi said, thinking of anything that could have lead up to this.

“whilst the pill is very effective, there is still a 1% chance of getting pregnant. i guess i’m part of that one percent.” tears began to brim your eyes. being pregnant was not something you wanted in the least, at least not right now.

“jesus christ… well just make sure to throw it away or sum shit, i’m not looking after no damn baby” semi sighed, making his way back to your bed.

however you looked at him with disgust filed in your face, how could he be so dismissive of the fact you we’re carrying your baby?

the words he said got to you, you realised that he never actually cared about you. it was only about semi eita the fantastical singer.

“what the fuck semi? ‘just make sure to throw it away’ are you insane?” you said, anger taking over your whole body.

you didn’t necessarily want to keep the body fully yet, but hearing the way semi was talking about his barely 1 month old child grossed you out completely, you already felt quite maternal towards them.

“what? you seriously want to keep it?” semi laughed, not understanding why you were upset. he offered a solution, and now you’re upset?

“maybe i do, maybe i don’t. i haven’t made up my mind yet.” you huffed, lying back down and hugging your pillow towards your chest.

“well just know that if you do, i’m not gonna be raising it. you’ll have to sign an NDA, you can’t speak about this child being mine or i’ll make sure you both are homeless. i want no part in the little shit, have fun with it.” semi turned to turn off your bed lamp, ignoring the dampness of your cheeks that he slightly grazed.

tears cascaded down your face, silent sobs that could only be heard at low decibels. maybe it was the hormones, or maybe it’s the weird way society has painted pregnancy, but now you really want to keep it.

despite semi not wanting anything to do with it, you do. it’s your child at the end of the day, and if they have to face an absent father then so be it. call it selfish, call it determination, you were going to raise this child no matter what. it’s the least it deserves.

the morning was silent and awkward, all that could be heard was the noises from each others phone and occasional shuffling in the bed.

you wanted to badly to end the awkwardness, cave in and ask for forgiveness regardless of who was in the wrong, but you had to do something you’ve never done whilst meeting semi; put your foot down.

“so, you are actually going to keep it?” semi was the first to broke the silence, which was surprising since it was always you.

“yeah” your voice barely above a whisper, scared of whatever the outcome could be.

“alright, goodbye. i’ll send the papers over tomorrow.” semi said, getting his clothing and dressing himself. his face was void from emotion, it was the most upsetting thing you saw that morning.

“ok.” you cleared your throat, not wanting him to know how much this was truly affecting you.

semi collected the last of this things, hid within a hoodie and glasses, and left wordlessly.

he ran away, from you, from a potential future, from all of his ‘problems.’ but somehow, him running away was something you had to deal with, he got the fun 24 year old lifestyle that you could’ve had.

you got the child, the lack of money almost every month, hiding the pregnancy until it got too big to hide.

fuck semi eita, fuck him, his shitty career, his shitty personality, his shitty reputation and all the girls he’s currently fucking while you are standing 6 months pregnant, waddling to the fridge, carrying his baby.

fuck semi eita, the generations more predominate sex symbol, talented singer, funniest artist and father to one.

[hlficlibrary]

HL Fic Library 🌚 Supernatural Fics

Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find the library's other recs here.

🦇 domestic monsters (series) by @g-uttertrash {E, 234k}

Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to.

And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses.

(Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren't exactly what they seem...)

🦇 Collision by itjustkindahappened / @tequiladimples {E, 226k}

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

🦇 Run Like the Devil by benzos / @churchrat {E, 139k}

Harry stops pouting, but his frown is still fixed in place. “Are you sure?” he asks. “You know it’s your soul you’re signing away.” He sounds…sad? No, that’s not right, but there’s something.

Christ. This is the most incompetent demon Louis’ ever met. If he hadn’t seen the red of his eyes he wouldn’t believe he was a demon at all. How’d he get this job if he isn’t trying to convince Louis to deal? Or is it just another trick? A ploy for sympathy?

“I’m sure,” Louis says. “Come over here and kiss me.”

Supernatural AU. Louis hunts demons; Harry's the strangest demon he's ever met, and he keeps fucking meeting him.

🦇 House of The Rising Sun by @itsmotivatingcara {M, 101k}

“It wasn’t me.” Louis said after they’d walked a block in silence, Harry glanced over in surprise but this time Louis didn’t meet his eyes, instead looking ahead. The moonlight cast shadows under his striking cheekbones, and not for the first time, Harry thought he was eerily beautiful - though immortality would likely have a hand in that. “It was supposed to be, but I got caught up in something else.”

“Something more important than murdering a witch” Harry snarked, “Will wonders never cease.”

He felt Louis’ irritation before he spoke again, “Careful, little lamb.” He murmured.

Little lamb.

Harry despised the nickname Louis had given him when they’d first met nine months prior. Little Lamb to the slaughter, Louis had said mockingly.

Or The Originals AU that no one asked for.

🦇 Black with Autumn Rain by whimsicule {T, 93k}

“Thank you,” Geoff says, taking a sip of his tea. “What did you tell him?”

Louis has a sip as well, lets the tea burn down his throat too quickly, too hot, and he feels it all the way down to his stomach. “The truth. Essentially,” he replies after a moment, licking his lips, relishing the slightly bitter taste of the brew that’s never quite strong enough for Louis’ liking. At least it’s not decaf. “That my dog scented it. That I didn’t touch the body. That I came here first thing.”

Geoff nods pensively. “Did he believe you?”

“Probably not. There’s only so many people who can drown on dry land before it gets fishy.”

or: Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren't exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

🦇 The Devil In My Brain by @princesshalo {E, 74k}

“Jesus Christ!” Louis yells as he jumps back in reaction to Harry once again popping up out of nowhere.

Harry doesn’t even flinch.

“Quite the opposite.” He jokes, holding out one of the drinks for Louis to take. A freshly sizzling vodka Red Bull; his favorite.

Louis’s initial reaction is the thought you remembered.

His rational brain says, “No thanks.”

“Louis.” Harry says it like a concerned parent, the tone of it matching the way his mum used to say Boo Bear, you have to eat your vegetables to grow up big and strong, and that ignites something feral within him.

“Satan.” He counters, same tone coupled with a glare and a pair of arms crossed over his chest.

Louis used to be good friends with Harry, until he woke up alone and immortal with no one to blame but The Devil himself.

🦇 Tied to Fate by @littlelouishiccups {E, 52k}

After his estranged father’s death, Harry inherits a castle in England that has belonged to his family for generations and he knows nothing about. When he breaks up with his boyfriend, Harry decides England is the perfect place for a small vacation. He isn’t prepared to meet Louis Tomlinson, a ghost who once lived in the castle and has haunted it for over five hundred years. He’s even more unprepared to fall in love with him.

🦇 we should open up (before it's all too much) by @disgruntledkittenface {M, 43k}

“I’m not–” Harry breaks off, his voice strangled as he clutches his phone in his hand. He takes a breath and looks up, trying to keep the tears threatening to spill over at bay. “Louis, I’m not very good company these days. I–”

“Harry,” Louis interrupts, his raspy voice soft and soothing. “I get it. Sometimes it’s just easier to be alone, yeah?”

Harry nods, blinking back the last of his tears.

“But it can get lonely,” Louis states. Harry nods again even though it wasn’t a question, finally looking back at him. “So why don’t we try being alone, together?”

Struggling with grieving and depression since his dad died, Harry has never felt so alone. It’s too much to cope with on his own, but he feels like a burden when he tries to open up with people.

Then he meets Louis.

🦇 The Haunting of Louis Tomlinson by @helloamhere {T, 31k}

“I'm not afraid of ghosts,” Louis said.

Every single magnet unstuck itself from the fridge and fell to the floor in a clattering cascade.

“I'm only a little afraid of ghosts,” Louis said.

OR: Louis is a plucky Gothic Heroine, Harry is a Mournful Spirit, and Big Country Houses are full of mystery and suspense, as Big Country Houses ever are!

🦇 Where the World has Come Together by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup {M, 26k}

For the crime of elven blood running through his veins, Louis Tomlinson spends his days protecting the human kingdom he’s been cast out of. Forcibly tied by magic to the very walls that encircle the city, he and the other guards do what they can to find some semblance of a life.

Then, against Louis’ wishes, someone new is added to their number. How is he supposed to share living quarters with a monster?

🦇 The Blood of Love by @mugglemirror {E, 25k}

Harry is a nurse and Louis is a painting worth more than a thousand words. As desire and darkness encompasses him, Harry has to learn the secrets of Thorne Hills manor before he succumbs to the mystery that surrounds him.

🦇 Campus Creatures by @kingsofeverything , YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf {E, 25k}

It’s senior year for werewolf Louis Tomlinson and vampire Harry Styles, and as presidents of their respective fraternities, they’re determined to do it right.

Though what that means is anybody’s guess.

🦇 In the Strangest of Ways by SunTomato / @sun-tomato {NR, 17k}

Louis Tomlinson is a historian with English Heritage, specialised local history and folklore. When he is hired to research the origins of a mysterious music sheet, he soon finds he’s not the only one at the manor; a dark presence keeps following him around. The more time he spends at the historic site, the clearer it becomes that something tragic happened here. And when the haunting sounds of a melancholy piano piece accompanied by the vague shadow of a beautiful male figure appear, Louis is determined to find out who this beautiful man was and what happened to him…

🦇 it's time to find your wings again by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed {T, 12k}

The first reports are dismissed, as tall tales or folklore. As mental illness, poor Bathilda, she’d gone loopy. As people simply getting scared in the dark woods and seeing things, making things up. Magic isn’t real. Mythological creatures aren't real.

But then the first one is caught. A faun, that little Meg from around the corner swears has attacked her in the woods, and everyone comes to the marketplace to see the faun be hanged for its crimes. Louis doesn’t want to go, but at the same time, he finds himself unable to stay away. Not when this proves what he’s wanted to believe all along, that magic is real.

Louis is twenty when he starts working at the prison. His fascination for supernatural creatures had turned into something most closely resembling loathing over the years, due to the many stories of their evildoing, and although he still doesn’t believe in hanging them for their crimes, he does believe in keeping the town safe. In making sure that his siblings get to grow up without fear of being kidnapped or hurt. As the oldest son, it feels like his duty to make sure that no creature in the wide area will ever pose a threat to anyone.

🦇 Far Afield by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird {T, 11k}

Harry Styles is a witch who owns the best flower shop in Manchester. Lottie Tomlinson is planning her wedding, and brings her brother along to her first appointment. Both men have been having a bad day and sparks fly.

🦇 Just Your Jinx by @larryatendoftheday {T, 10k}

Harry Styles may or may not have accidentally jinxed his extremely fit new neighbor, and it's not so easy to make things right.

🦇 Babe, There's Something Lonesome About You by patdkitten / @babyarcanacasey {M, 8k}

Louis is a hedge witch, who lives a lonely, solitary life. He's quite happy with his shop in Door County, selling New Age magics to the tourists. He also has his cats and his birds to keep him company. But his best friend Liam thinks he needs someone around, and he's got just the person: Liam's friend Harry is coming to the area for the tourist season and since Louis has all this space....

🦇 Somethin' Old and Red by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense {NR, 5k}

There was a ritual with these things. He’d pour a splash into a wine glass —his favourite little joke was telling humans he loved a nice glass of red every now and again— then sat down in his living room and listened to music while he drank. Every time he changed the record —or, what was it they called them nowadays? 8tracks? MP3s? Playlists? It was difficult for Harry to keep up with the technology, especially as much as things had changed over the last few decades— he would change the music before refilling the glass. He liked to savour his meals. He could get at least two evenings out of a bag that way, which worked very well for Harry’s schedule. His wine glass was in front of him on the counter, and he was ready to pour.

🦇 The Hidden Hills Restaurant by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose {E, 4k}

“Are you sure you want to hear about this? Wouldn’t you rather hear about what I’ll do to you? How often? How long? How many fin—“

“I like to get to know my potential clients before agreeing to anything,” Louis says and lays down the menu. He’s thinking of steak. Something meaty, juicy, and hearty.

Harry’s arched eyebrow at the word ‘potential’ doesn’t escape Louis’ notice.

or the one where Louis is a personal feeder and Harry is the vampire to be his next client

🦇 Rapture by @allwaswell16 {E, 3k}

It was New Year's Eve in Victorian London, and a lonely vampire could no longer resist the stunning lamplighter he watched night after night.

Or, a vampire Harry fic because what says the holidays like Victorian vampires?

🦇 Just a little taste by @lunarheslwt {G, 3k}

“Little dove,” Louis crooned, making Harry shiver a little, affected, “you’re shaking. Do you want to bite?” Harry stilled. He knew what Louis was asking. He knew Louis probably could sense how in dire need of comfort he was. He knew Louis was offering. And yet- “No,” he whispered, even as he felt the strong urge to let his lips trace the well-known path to the spot he usually bit into, “I could hurt you.” “Harry, my darling, you haven’t hurt me once in the numerous times you’ve needed to bite. Today will be no different. You know it’ll do you good.” Harry sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, torn. In the end, it was an offer he was too weak to resist. “So…do you want to? Little taste?” “Yeah,” Harry rasped out, “please.”

Or, Harry is a vampire that comes home one night, grappling with the darkness that comes with being one. Louis offers him unwavering love, acceptance and the one thing he needs but is reluctant to ask for; permission to bite for the sake of comfort and safety seeking.

[strangerthings-writer]

Save A Horse, Ride A Freak

(FtM!Eddie x MtF!Steve)

Word Count: 1,398

Summary: Eddie begs Stevie to ride his face, and while Stevie is nervous she’ll be bad at it… she’s actually quite good.

Warnings: NSFW (MDNI) gendered terms for genitals, use of names like “ma’am”, degredation, praise

Eddie has always been the type to initiate things, be the one making the demands while Stevie just seems to follow along. He’s usually a top, for lack of a better term. He doesn’t mind it being that way, in fact he enjoys it, but sometimes he does think about what it’d be like the other way around. Stevie has thought the same thing too. She’s thought about grabbing Eddie by his long hair and fucking him from behind. Getting him down on his knees and fucking into his throat until his lips were all swollen and dripping from his own drool and her cum… God, she would always get carried away with her thoughts, but she was always too anxious to execute them. What if Eddie didn’t like being submissive? What if this was how he liked it and he wanted to stick to it? Sure, it was a bit of a bummer, but she wanted him to have fun.

The aura of tonights little session seemed a bit different, and it had Steve a bit perplexed. Eddie was whining, letting Stevie take the lead in their heated kiss. His hands still wandered, but seemed to only wander very little. He had done this quite a few times now, maybe he wanted to have her on top for once, or maybe he was just playing a trick on her? She had no idea, and had a hard time reading anything Eddie did to begin with, so she pulled away.

“Are you alright? You’ve been acting weird these last few times and uh- I have no clue what’s going on- do you want me to do something different? Or-“ she began, but was cut off by a loud whine from Eddie.

“Jesus christ babe I want you to just- can you fuck me up? Like, just once? Twice maybe? Push me against the bed and drill me, sit on my face and fuck my throat I don’t care just- for the love of god would you please just dominate me once?” He finished, letting out a nervous laugh before covering his face. He knew Stevie was dense but not this dense. He had hoped she’d get the message at some point, but to no avail…

“Oh.” Stevie whispered out, sitting upright and staring down at the man. She felt dumb that she hadn’t caught on to that yet! And here she was, shirtless and looking stupid as she tried to wrap her mind around what her boyfriend just said. “You want me to… you want me to sit on your face?” She spoke, giving him a little smirk.

Eddie’s face went bright red and he huffed, crossing his arms. “I said what I said.” He spoke, trying to hide his bashful state with arrogance. Stevie let out a giggle and stared down at him for a moment contemplating whether she should or not. “…but what if I crush you?” She murmured, “I don’t want to hurt you or anything…”

Eddie rolled his eyes, shaking his head and grabbing onto the hem of her shorts, a pleading look on his face. “If you did, I’d die a happy man, now get up here, Harrington…” he grinned, tapping his lips with his fingers before letting out a laugh. Stevie only rolled her eyes and slipped her shorts and panties off, revealing her half hard cock.

Eddie’s eyes scanned over her body before letting out a delighted giggle, his hands going straight to her hips before looking up at her.

“How do you want this-? Like… my ass? My dick? What?” Stevie asked, getting a bit red in the face for having to be so crude about it. Eddie hummed in thought for a moment before gently grabbing her by the base of her cock, squeezing gently, “dick.” He said simply, giving her a big grin. She let out a little whimper and gave him a nod, “alright alright- I got it,” she laughed, gently slipping up and closer to his mouth before stopping. “You’re sure about thi-“

“Oh my god, Stevie, please.” Eddie whined like a child, stomping his feet impatiently too, just to go with it. He was being dramatic, but all he wanted was his girlfriends cock in his mouth.

Stevie giggled and gave him a slow nod, gently positioning herself over his face and slipping herself down into his mouth. God, it was so warm… so inviting. She could feel herself twitch and harden more-so as she cascaded down further to the back of his throat, earning herself a gag from the messy haired man under her.

“Fuck… that- that feels good…” she whispered, watching him silently. Eddie gagged around her length, his own arousal beginning to work its way up. He was harder than ever, his cunt dripping onto his boxers. God, he could feel it. The way she just eased down into his throat made him melt into putty in her hands.

She decided to test the waters, bringing a hand down to his hair and gripping onto it tightly before she drew herself out, then gently slid back down his throat. “G-good boy…” she whispered, her eyes never leaving him just to make sure she got a good reaction.

And by god, was his reaction heavenly. His eyes fought to stay open as he moaned around her, bucking his hips up into absolutely nothing but the now painful and teasing feeling of his boxers and jeans. This was perfect, both of them couldn’t get enough of one another in that moment, and they had only just started. Eddie gripped onto her hips, watching her as she would pull herself back and sink low into his throat, repeating this motion. She relished in the noises of the soft gagging and moaning coming from Eddie’s mouth, along with the sputtering from the excess saliva collecting in his mouth. He was covered in his own drool, some dripping down his cheek as he kept his tongue out to give her enough room to slide deliciously down his throat with ease.

She was practically dripping down his throat by now, her cock red hot and seeping at the tip. He could feel it… it felt like something out of a porno he had watched.

She tugged on his hair a bit harder and bit her lip, letting out a moan, “fuck- such a g-good little slut… you like when I use you like this, hm? When I make you my little whore?”

Those words sent Eddie’s blood running straight to his clit, his cock throbbing and straining against the fabric. He wanted to move his hands, give himself some sort of release, but Stevie was quick to stop him. “Ah ah, no. You can touch yourself when I’m satisfied…” got it?” She grunted, pulling from his mouth to let him speak. What followed were sputters and coughs as her spit covered cock was set free, his eyes going glossy. “Yes ma’am-“ he struggled to get out, looking utterly blissed out.

She was not expecting that one. It was so simple, yet so fucking hot. Something about Eddie Munson calling her ‘ma’am’ sent a shockwave down her spine. She bit her lip and let out a small giggle, slipping back down into his throat as she began to thrust a bit harder. “Good boy…” she gasped, gripping onto the bed frame.

It didn’t take long for her to get closer to the edge, letting her mouth hand open and small words of praise and expletives spilling from her parted lips.

Before she could reach orgasm, she pulled out from Eddie’s mouth and grabbed his hand, setting it onto her cock. “You know what to do-“ she gasped out, and Eddie was quick to move his hand along her length, leaving his mouth open with his tongue peaking out of his mouth.

Stevie’s orgasm was quick to envelope her entire body, a shiver running down her spine and a loud moan escaping her lips as she shot her load onto Eddie’s face, getting it in his hair, on the apples of his cheeks, his eyelids, his tongue, his chin… needless to say, he was well painted.

Eddie licked up some of the cum from his chin while Stevie wiped off the bit that was on his eyelid and he smiled up at her, giving her a daring look.

“My turn.”

[diazsdimples]

Several Sentence Sunday!

Not even pretending this is 7 sentences bc it just isn't. This is the final part from Shannon's death that I'm gonna post! I hope it doesn't hurt too bad!! (I'm lying)

Tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley and @daffi-990 (and inspiration saturday by @disasterbuckdiaz) thank you my dears!!

From where they are now, they can both see Christopher and Carrie through the glass doors that lead out to the patio.

They’re sitting side by side, Christopher’s crutches placed delicately next to him, and Carrie has her arm around Christopher’s shoulders. She’s pointing to something in the backyard as she murmurs quietly in Christopher’s ear, and Buck follows her finger to the large beech tree planted in the middle of the backyard, surrounded by a beautiful rock garden with pieces of sea glass and marbles that glint in the sunlight.

Buck swallows hard, fighting down his own grief, as he pushes himself out of the chair and makes his way, quietly, to the open door, trying to hear what they’re saying.

“ – And Dad got us to plant that tree in memory of Momma so we’d always have something big that we could hug,” Carrie says, her voice quiet but insistent. “Sometimes I like to sit in front of it and tell her about school or dance lessons and it makes me feel better cause Dad says she can always hear me.”

Buck watches as Christopher’s shoulders shake and its with a jolt that he realises the boy is crying. He’s about to move to comfort him when Carrie rubs his arm and rests her head on his shoulder, her blonde curls cascading down his back. Christopher leans his head against hers and sniffs loudly.

“I just wanna hear her voice again. I miss her voice, and her laugh.”

There’s a creak in the floorboards and Buck looks up to see Eddie standing next to him, eyes shining with tears. Lily’s standing between them, looking a little confused, but when she sees Chirstopher’s back heave as he sobs, she scampers out and plops herself down next to him, wrapping her arms around his middle and squeezing him tight.

“Dad says sometimes that when the wind whistles through the leaves, it’s Momma talking to us. Maybe your Dad can plant you a tree at your house. A pine tree, cause your Momma liked Christmas so much” Carrie suggests and Lily nods emphatically on Christopher’s other side.

“Get a tree that you can climb in, Chris!” she suggests excitedly. “Then you can pretend that you’re in your Momma’s arms again!”

Eddie makes a wounded noise next to Buck and grips Buck’s forearm hard. Buck’s got a lump in his throat the size of Texas right now and can’t do much more than pull Eddie close, wrapping him up in his arms and holding him while he shakes.

He doesn’t care that his shirt is getting wet from Eddie’s tears. He just holds him until Eddie breaks away and looks back out at the three kids on the patio, leaning together with their arms tangled up in one another.

“Jesus Christ, Buck, your kids know how to hurt a man don’t they” Eddie croaks as he wipes his face.

Buck laughs, a choked and strained noise. “Yeah well, they’re good girls. They want to make their friends feel better.” He turns to Eddie, locking eyes with him, and places a hand on his shoulder. “Stay as long as you need, okay? Days, weeks, months, I don’t care. We’re here for you.”

Eddie swallows hard and nods, a fresh wave of tears cascading down his cheeks. “Thanks man,” he finally croaks. “You have no idea –“

“ – I do.”

No pressure tagging @hippolotamus @callmenewbie @watchyourbuck @spagheddiediaz @cal-daisies-and-briars @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @spotsandsocks @jesuisici33 @rainbow-nerdss @fruitandbubbles @eddie---diaz @bucksbackwardcap @housewifebuck @transboybuckley @nmcggg @aspecbuddie @fortheloveofbuddie @buckbuckgoose @wildlife4life @wikiangela @fionaswhvre @steadfastsaturnsrings @smilingbuckley

[buzziightqueer]

Three's Company

that one fic where i went lowkey crazy and wrote them all getting freaky

warnings: smut, hair pulling

5.2k words

Alex loved the rain. She loved the way it pattered against the windows, creating soft white noise for her to tune out the world. A time when Alexandra Cabot could be fully relaxed was rare, but the rain got her a step closer. 

She sat on the couch, curled under a blanket, reading her latest case file. Typically she would move to her desk or the dining room table, but she just couldn’t resist the cozy atmosphere of the den in the darkened rainy glow. Her cat, Arthur, sat atop the other half of the large file stack she’d been sorting through for the past hour. If he wasn’t cleaning himself, he was swatting at the tassels on the knitted throw. 

Alex’s vanilla candle burned, creating a calming warm smell that contrasted with the cool tones reflecting from the window. Even though her work was anything but, she felt light and at peace. The quiet was… too quiet, though. 

The door burst open, immediately ending her leisure time. 

“Jesus Christ!” A voice called. Casey Novak walked into their shared apartment soaked to the bone. “It’s pouring buckets.” 

“Pouring buckets?” Alex questioned, looking up from her files, chuckling. 

“Yes, pouring buckets.” She doubled down, kicking off her shoes and hanging her coat on the rack. Her briefcase was slick with rain and not wanting to make a mess, she simply laid it on the front mat. “And I took my bike today, of course. The weatherman lied! He said no rain,” She pouted. 

Casey crossed the room, kissing Alex’s head and petting Arthur softly. She ruffled his fur until he meowed crossly and jumped down. Alex shot daggers in her direction, Casey muttering a wincing “sorry!” for disturbing their time spent curled up together. 

Casey flopped down next to Alex, reading the in-hand file over her shoulder before Alex snatched it away. 

“Confidentiality!” Alex called dramatically, leaving Casey to roll her eyes. 

“I’m nosy,” Casey protested.

“You just spent all day at the office and now you’re home wanting to… read more about the law?” Alex questioned. 

Casey finally gave up, bounding off the couch and calling over her shoulder, “I’m showering! My hair is going to curl from the humidity–I can feel it.” 

Alex frowned to herself, secretly disappointed. She loved Casey’s curly hair on those rainy humid days when the straightener didn’t cooperate. 

Figuring her quiet time was over, she carried the files off her lap and placed them on the coffee table. She swept herself into the kitchen to grab two large wine glasses. It was Friday and Casey had a long week; losing cases, problems with being the new girl in the unit, she needed to be pampered. And if Alex was good at one thing, it was pampering. 

When the shower water turned on, Alex began pouring a fancy red wine into the glasses. Placing them on the end tables, she then turned her attention to the fireplace. It wasn’t cold enough for a full fire yet, but Alex knew that Casey loved the sounds of nature. The rain outside and the fire crackling would be her exact idea of paradise. 

Fifteen minutes later, Casey emerged from the bathroom, her red curls now glossy from the shower, her skin rosy from the warmth of the water. She was wrapped in a fluffy robe, toweling her hair dry. 

“Oh my god, you didn’t dry your hair,” Alex said, crossing the room to twirl a damp curl around her finger. “Is it Christmas?” 

Casey smiled, her dimple on display, “I know you like my hair natural and, well, it’s Friday. I don’t have work tomorrow, so I’ll indulge you.” 

Alex wrapped an arm around Casey’s shoulder, handing her one of the two wine glasses. It was only then that Casey noticed the decadent fire and atmosphere Alex had put together while she was in the bathroom. 

“Oh, you romantic,” Casey teased, taking Alex’s hand and leading her to the couch. She sat, swinging her legs onto Alex’s lap. The short robe didn’t leave much to the imagination– especially in this position. 

Alex watched as Casey sipped her wine, her eyes wandering over her flushed skin, the way her damp curls stuck to her neck and shoulders. She reached out, gently playing with a strand of Casey's hair, her fingertips tracing along the nape of her neck.

"You look...ravishing," Alex murmured, her voice soft and thick. 

Casey quirked a brow. “Because of the hair or because I’m in your robe?”

Alex's lips tugged into a smirk, her fingers continuing their exploration, tracing the edge of the lapel on the robe.

"Both?" she admitted, her voice low and suggestive. She shifted her body, moving closer to Casey, her hands roaming across her shoulders and down to her waist, pulling her in closer. The faint scent of her freshly showered skin was intoxicating, and Alex couldn't help but press her lips to her neck, trailing kisses along her collarbone.

Casey hums, appreciative. “Mhm, did you miss me today or something?” 

Alex smiled, hungrily, “I miss you every day.” With a swift movement, she pushed Casey back against the couch, hovering over her, her light blue eyes dark with desire. Her hands roamed further beneath the robe, pulling at the sash that held it closed. 

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Alex confesses, trailing kisses down Casey’s neck, “about all the things I wanted to do to you when you got home.”

Casey lets out a soft whine, obviously affected by the words. 

“Me neither. I always do when you have days off without me being home.” 

A sly smile tugged at Alex’s lips, pushing her robe off her arms. She pressed her body against Casey's, pinning her down on the couch, her lips hovering over her chest.

"You always do?" she teased, her hands sliding up the inside of Casey's thighs, her fingers slowly caressing the soft skin of her inner thighs. 

Casey nods frantically, only making Alex cockier. She enjoyed how Casey reacted to her, the way her body twitched with need at every slight touch. Her hand slid down, running over her hips, proving her point. Casey bucked her hips into Alex’s touch as she settled in between her legs. 

"You could've come in the shower with me, you know," she said, raking a hand through Alex's hair.

By now, Casey knew all of Alex’s weaknesses and vice versa. She knew how sensitive Alex was and how much she liked her hair messed with. Sometimes, she put it up just so she could feel Casey tear through. 

Alex let out a soft moan as Casey’s hand ran through her hair, her eyes darkening with desire. She leaned into the touch, her body pressing against Casey’s

"Oh trust me, I wanted to," she admitted. 

She captured Casey’s lips in a bruising kiss, her hands roaming over the bare skin of her chest. 

"But now you're here, and I have you all to myself," she whispered, her lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake.

"Yes," she gasped.

She leaned back, admiring the view before her. Casey, beautiful and flushed, laid out beneath her.

"Look at you," Alex murmured, "So lovely, so responsive."

"And all yours," she nods, pulling Alex's hair slightly.

Alex let out a small moan as her hair was pulled, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. She nipped at Casey’s chest, leaving a small mark.

"Case," she breathed, "you know how I like it when you do that."

She could feel Casey’s hips arch into hers, could feel the heat of her desire as their bodies moved together. If there was one thing Casey liked more than receiving, it was making Alex feel good in the process. In the past, she had always been solely a giver. She liked to hear their sounds, know how she was doing, and usually got off just by getting them off. But with Alex, god with Alex… it was so different. Every time they were intimate, it was a religious experience. 

Alex's own desire was growing stronger, her body responding to every movement, every sound that came from the redhead. Alex let out a low groan as she felt Casey's hips grind against hers. It was a tempting display, one that made her own control waver, but she was determined to maintain the upper hand. She quickly pinned Casey's hips down, preventing any further movement. 

"Please.." she begged

Alex's resolve was faltering. Casey’s plea, the pleading tone in her voice, was almost too much to bear. She wanted to give in, to give the girl what she wanted, but she also wanted to make her wait, to make her desperate.

"Please what, Case?" she asked, her voice a low, sultry whisper.

"Please touch m-" 

A knock sounded at the door.

Alex froze her ministrations, cursing the interruption. She reluctantly got off of Casey, an uncomfortable heat now emanating off of her body. Casey sat up too, slower because of the heat between her legs and the need coursing through her, but she was quick to slip the robe back on and cover herself. 

Alex crossed the room, fixing her hair and trying to make herself look presentable. Or at least not like she was about to have sex. She looked through the peephole, squinting. These things weren’t exactly easy when you had horrible eyesight and thick-framed glasses. She could make out a black coat and short-cropped dark hair. 

Alex opens the door slowly, “Olivia?” 

Olivia Benson stands on the other side, hands in her pockets. She takes in Alex’s disheveled appearance and then looks past her to Casey on the couch, looking similarly suspicious. 

“Am I interrupting something?” She asks, an almost amused look crossing her features. 

Alex quickly cleared her throat to compose herself, “No, not at all.” She motioned for Olivia to come in. When Olivia walked past her, Alex made an exasperated face at Casey for their unwanted interruption. Casey stifled a laugh. 

Olivia wandered further into the living room, taking in the fire and the wine. It was obvious she had picked a bad time. 

“Olivia?” Alex said, breaking her out of her haze. “Is everything okay?” 

She seemed to hesitate and think it over. “I… well, I have been meaning to talk to you about something.” She spoke in a quiet voice that was so… un-Olivia. 

Alex's heart sank slightly, her mind jumping to a million different things. What could she possibly want to talk about at this hour? She tried to keep her voice steady, though she couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive.

"Okay," she encouraged. 

Olivia took a deep breath, pausing for a few seconds.

"It's...it's about Casey," she said, her eyes darting over to the redhead on the couch.

“Wait, me?” Casey got up to stand where they both were gathered. Now her mind was racing too. She had only worked in Olivia’s unit for a couple of months. Had they already decided that they didn’t like her? Was she about to get fired by someone who wasn’t even the SVU unit chief? 

"Can we..." Olivia glanced at Alex, then back at Casey, "Can we sit down for this?"

Okay, now this definitely felt like Casey was getting fired. 

They sat down, Alex following Casey, taking her hands. Olivia sat in the lounge chair across from them, eyes continuously flickering back to Alex and Casey’s obvious affection. 

Olivia glanced back and forth between them, her expression serious.

"How long have you two been together?" she asked, her voice even and controlled. 

Alex and Casey couldn’t tell if this was a genuine curiosity, or if this somehow had involvement with Olivia’s work. Was she usually so straightforward in interrogating her friends? 

"A few months," Alex finally said, her voice steady despite the knots in her stomach. "It's only recently started to get serious though."

“And you’re already living together?” Olivia questioned. 

Now Alex felt like she was on trial. “Well… I mean technically? I moved here because my apartment flooded. Casey was my closest friend who also was an ADA, so we started carpooling, staying together, and this all just…happened.” 

Alex didn’t want to give away too much, they were trying to keep things private at work. Only Huang knew, really, but that was because he just happened to be an almost psychic shrink and also Alex’s best friend. 

Olivia studied them for a moment, her gaze unflinching. It was as if she was evaluating the sincerity of their answer, trying to see if they were telling the truth.

"And you’re… committed?” she prodded, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

Alex bristled slightly at the skepticism in her tone, her protective instinct kicking in. She squeezed Casey’s hand, a silent reassurance to both her and herself.

"Yes, committed," she repeated, her voice firm. "We're in a serious relationship, and we're happy together."

Olivia nodded, her expression softening slightly, though there was still an air of tension in the room. She leaned forward in her chair, bracing her elbows on her knees.

"And you're...exclusive?" she asked, a hint of doubt in her voice.

Alex could feel the tension in the room growing thicker, the conversation edging into dangerous territory. She wanted to know where she was going with this. 

Casey’s face remained stoic, but her fingers squeezed Alex's. “Why are you asking so many questions?” Casey asked.

Olivia took a deep breath as if she was steeling herself for something. She glanced at Casey once more before finally speaking.

"Listen... this is going to be... difficult to hear. And I'm warning you, I don't want either of you to freak out, okay?"

"The preface isn't really helping, but alright," Casey said, warily. 

Olivia nodded, seemingly bracing herself. She looked down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers for a few seconds before finally speaking.

"The truth is...I have feelings for Casey."

The confession hung in the air like a heavy cloud, the room growing deathly silent. Alex's heart seemed to stop, her breath caught in her throat. She glanced at Casey, who had gone completely still beside her, her face unreadable.

Casey's face showed pale shock "I..what?"

Olivia let out a shaky breath, her eyes flickering between them.

"I didn't mean for it to happen," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "It just...did. I tried fighting it, I really did, but the feelings just grew stronger. I tried to hate you when you first started but…"

Well, that made more sense. Casey always thought Olivia and Elliot just hated her for no reason and ostracized her as some cruel newbie ritual, but maybe it was more than that. Elliot obviously liked Olivia. So if Olivia let it slip that she was eyeing Casey? God, she felt like she was back in middle school. 

Olivia looked between them, her expression almost sheepish.

"I know it's not what either of you expected to hear. But I couldn't keep it in any longer. It's been eating me up inside." She let out, hanging her head a little with the revelation. “I never even noticed it until I saw you two together. I was so envious at how you two acted. How happy you made each other. I always wished it could’ve been me making you both happy.” 

That last part made Alex’s eyes flick up. “Did you want to be with..both of us? If you were thinking like that?" she asks, not wanting to assume, but also curious. 

Olivia’s eyes widened at the question, clearly not expecting it. She swallowed hard, her hands clenching on her lap.

"I-I...yes, I suppose you could say that," she replied, her voice shaky but honest. "I know it's...unconventional, I know it's not what most people would expect or understand, but the thought has crossed my mind."

The truth is, it has also crossed Alex and Casey’s mind. It was never something they seriously pursued, but they had talked about it and were both open to adding someone in if the time was right. They knew how they felt about each other and didn’t need anyone else to fulfill their needs, but they were both busy people. Three people working in law enforcement basically still amounted to about one and a half people altogether. 

Casey and Alex both shared an intrigued glance. 

Alex grabbed Casey’s hand, moving for them to both sit closer on the cushion more towards Olivia’s chair. She found herself sitting just inches away from the woman who had just confessed to having feelings for her and her partner. The proximity felt both exhilarating and dangerous.

Without thinking, Alex reached out and tucked a hair behind Olivia’s ear. Alex watched Olivia’s reaction intensely, making sure she was reading the room correctly and not stepping on anyone’s toes. 

Alex looked back, whispering something to Casey that made her blush. Olivia wished that she knew what they had said, but she didn’t have much time to think because suddenly Alex was kissing Casey deeply right in front of her. 

It was unexpected, yet sent a shiver down her spine. The way Alex grabbed Casey’s chin and took charge, Casey plump, full lips reddening and glistening as Alex obliterated her mouth. It was so rough and passionate, Olivia already felt her stomach fluttering. 

When they broke free from each other, both women’s eyes were dark with lust and desire. Casey had already been pent up from before, but now? She was insatiable. 

Finally, Olivia spoke. "That was-" she began, her words trailing off as she struggled to find the right ones. She ran a hand through her hair, her eyes flickering between them. 

"It was what?" Alex leaned in, breath lingering with Olivia’s. 

Olivia swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on Alex’s lips. She seemed mesmerized, caught in the magnetic pull between them.

"It was... unexpected," she murmured, her voice low and hoarse, "And... exciting."

The response was simple: “Did you like it?” Casey chimed in. She had been quiet, mostly having Alex take the lead, but she wanted to ensure they all weren’t too far gone before they discovered how the trio felt. 

Olivia could feel herself falling deeper into the web of this magnetic tension, her defenses crumbling under the weight of her attraction. She let out a shaky breath, her eyes dark with desire.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, "I did."

Alex nodded, grabbing Casey’s hand for support before she captured Olivia’s lips softly. Olivia gasped softly at the contact, ready for this to happen, more than ready, but still surprised when it did. She felt a rush of warmth spread through her body when Casey’s hand caressed the back of her neck. Having Casey peppering light kisses behind her while Alex devoured her lips whole was heaven.  

With a sudden urge, Casey whispers, “Pull her hair,” she kisses the shell of her ear. “She loves it.” 

Olivia’s eyes widened at the suggestion, a flicker of desire flaring in them. She turned her gaze to Alex, taking in her flushed cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She reached out, her fingers tentatively trailing through Alex's hair, gently massaging at her scalp, and then tugged just slightly, testing Alex's response.

Alex let out a soft moan as Olivia’s fingers tugged at her hair, just enough to get her attention. The unexpected move sent a shiver down her spine, and she unconsciously leaned into the touch, her eyes half-lidded.

Olivia seemed encouraged by Alex's response, her grip on her hair growing more firm. She tilted Alex's head back, exposing her throat, her eyes roaming over her face as she leaned in, her breath hot against her skin.

Alex's breath caught in her throat as Olivia’s grip on her hair tightened, the sensation both possessive and erotic. Her heart was racing, her body responding to the mixture of dominance and desire in the air. She leaned further back, submitting to the hold on her hair, her eyes meeting Olivia’s in a mixture of arousal and surrender.

"Kiss her," Casey encouraged, nipping and leaving soothing kisses on the backs of Olivia’s shoulders. 

She tugged once more on Alex's hair, pulling her closer, before claiming her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

Alex's body responded immediately to the kiss, her hands instinctively coming up to grip  Olivia’s shoulders. Her head was spinning, her body caught in the intoxicating mix of sensations - the pull of her hair, the feel of Olivia’s lips on hers, the lingering presence of Casey near them. She let out a soft whimper into the kiss, her resistance melting away.

Her hands slid down Olivia’s shoulders, gripping at the fabric of her shirt, anchoring herself to something tangible as she lost herself in the sensation. Every pull on her hair sent a jolt of pleasure through her, further heightening her response to the dominant gesture.

Casey moaned from the view, licking at OIivia’s neck and unbuttoning her collared shirt from around the back. 

Olivia’s breath hitched as Casey’s mouth moved down her neck, the material of her shirt parting and revealing more skin for Casey to discover. Her head was swimming, her thoughts a jumble of sensations, all focused on the two mouths and four hands that were sending her senses into overdrive. 

"Is this okay?" she whispered, biting Olivia’s earlobe. 

Olivia shuddered, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She managed a nod, her voice betraying the desire and excitement coursing through her.

"Yes," she gasped out, her hands gripping tightly to Alex's waist as Casey ripped at her bra desperately. 

Alex turns to Casey, lifting her up from Olivia’s chest by her chin, and giving her a slow, languid kiss. “And you? Are you okay?” She checks in. 

Casey’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes darkened with desire, and she bit her lower lip before nodding.

"Yes," she breathed out, her voice betraying her own arousal. "I'm...I'm okay."

"You sure, baby?" Alex said, kissing her cheek sweetly.

"I'm sure," she affirmed, her voice a bit breathless. "I'm... I'm more than okay."

"Good girl," she said, climbing onto Casey’s lap and straddling her. Casey let out a shaky breath at the sudden closeness, her hands automatically coming to rest on Alex’s hips, moving her back and forth gyrating on her lap. 

Casey couldn’t help looking over and into Olivia’s wild eyes. Olivia took this as her cue to step closer, her body fitting into the space between them, her hands coming to rest on Alex's shoulders. The proximity was intoxicating, each woman's breath mingling with the others, the air thick with something that was both primal and electric.

Alex wordlessly slid herself down, placing kisses along Casey’s stomach, Casey’s muscles tensed in anticipation, her hands clenching the material of the couch in a desperate bid to keep control of herself.

She grabbed Olivia’s hand, "So wet for us," she cooed. "Look, Liv," she motioned for Olivia to examine the effect they’d had. 

Olivia couldn’t look away. Her eyes roamed over Casey’s body, now practically bare, and the words Alex uttered as she teased around where Casey needed–god, it was almost all too much. She took a step forward, her own hands reaching out to touch Casey too, her touch tentative and reverent.

Casey’s breath hitched at Olivia’s sudden contact, her body arching involuntarily. Olivia’s mind was fuzzy, too much pleasure, too many things she wanted to touch. 

"Mhm, doing so well, Liv," Alex said, moving back up and capturing Casey’s lips "Isn't she, Case?"

Casey’s brain was too hazy with pleasure to formulate a coherent response. She nodded, her head still spinning. “So good,” she reassured. 

“Casey can take more than that,” Alex reminded Olivia. See how worked up you got her?"

The teasing only made Casey arch up into Olivia's palm more. Alex kissed Olivia, all tongue and teeth, making Olivia's tentative motions increase on Casey’s thigh. Olivia removed her other hand, though, grabbing the back of Alex’s neck to deepen the kiss. 

Alex noticed Casey's whines of unfulfillment and decided to stop distracting Olivia altogether. “Who do you want to taste?” She purred into the crook of Olivia’s neck. 

Alex smiled a cat-like grin, enjoying Olivia’s dilemma. She glanced at Casey, laid out and waiting, and took mercy on her. 

"You should start with Casey," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "She's been so good for us."

Olivia’s breath hitched at Alex’s suggestion, a shiver running down her spine. She turned to look at Casey, taking in the flush on her cheeks, the look of need in her eyes. The next touch was electrifying, sending a jolt of pleasure at finally being touched through Casey’s body. Casey’s body arched, wordlessly imploring Olivia to continue. 

Olivia’s hands were tentative initially. Her touch was gentle as she got her bearings and explored the territory in full. She ran he hands up Casey’s thighs, over the curves of her hips, then back down, swallowing thickly as she eyes the woman’s slit. 

Alex sat back next to Casey, taking the lead once again to whisper into Casey’s ear. “Encourage her, darling. Make noise for her,” she sucked at her weak point behind her ear, making her hips buck. 

Casey’s head fell back as Alex kissed and sucked at her neck, already red and marked from earlier. Casey writhed under their combined touch, overwhelmed by so much heat in so many areas. 

Olivia shyly began kissing Casey’s thighs, hands prying her legs apart. Olivia had never done this with a woman, and she was afraid her inexperience was showing. Alex, though, was too perceptive not to reassure her. 

“Don’t be afraid,” she said to Olivia, bending down to kiss her cheek. “I’ve eaten her out more time than I can count.” 

Olivia swallowed hard, her cheeks burning. Despite her own inexperience, she could feel her body responding to the imagery. 

“Show me,” she said, her voice quiet and ragged. 

“You want a demonstration?" she stood, leading Olivia up by her chin.

Olivia nodded, her eyes fixed on Alex’s face, her expression a mixture of curiosity and lust. Mostly lust. She allowed herself to be led upward, following Alex’s movements. 

Alex placed a kiss on Olivia’s lips before pushing her down softly onto the couch. Alex, finally having enough, ripped the remainder of the robe off of Casey, leaving her completely bare. Olivia was timid, only kissing around the exposed skin, but Casey was hers. 

Olivia’s breath was taken away by the sight before her, her eyes roving over every inch of Casey’s fully exposed skin. The woman was beautiful, stunning, and seeing her in all her glory was almost overwhelming. She felt a mix of desire, need, and something else, some emotion she couldn't quite put a name to. For a moment, she couldn't look away, her own body responding to the scene unfolding before her.

"Like what you see?" Alex teased huskily, kneeling in front of Casey’s open legs. She met Alex’s gaze, her own expressing a mix of desire and hunger. Her hands subconsciously gripped at the couch, her knuckles almost white as she attempted to control her own body's response to the sight before her.

“Watch, Liv,” she warned. “Eyes open.” She reminded the detective as she licked a long stripe up Casey’s cunt. 

Casey couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips as Alex’s tongue made rough contact. Alex knew how impatient Casey was, that all this teasing had to already have her close, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t take her time. 

Casey’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, but then flew open realizing that Olivia was there watching. Their gazes locked, Olivia losing all sanity. Olivia was rocking back and forth on the couch, trying to find some friction. 

Casey took pity on her, motioning her over. As Casey was about to unzip her pants though. Alex sucked directly onto her clit. 

“Oh, fuck!” she cried, balling a fist in Alex’s hair. 

Alex inserted two fingers, her slick mouth lifting momentarily. “Praise her, Olivia. She needs you,” she stated before going back to work. 

Olivia’s mind buzzed with excitement and nervousness as she stumbled through her words, wanting to do whatever it took to please Casey, but at the same time, her inexperience made her feel clumsy and unsure. She never had this kind of problem with men. With them, it was all unemotional and quick. Over and done with.

"You... god, you look so beautiful," she managed to stutter, her voice low and raspy, her eyes fixed on Casey’s face. Casey moaned at the compliment, at how surprisingly gentle it was in contrast to Alex’s skilled tongue. 

“You’re doing so good for her, Casey, I wish it were me,” Olivia said, only realizing what she had implied after it left her mouth. “I've thought about touching you so many times.”

Casey groans, bucking into Alex’s face, riding it. Olivia didn’t think her words would have that much of an impact, but she continued. 

“You always wore those unbuttoned shirts,” she recalled, running a hand up Casey’s neck. “They drove me crazy. I wasn’t able to focus on the briefing when you were there.” 

Casey was caught in the middle of it all, lost in a sea of sensations, her body aflame with desire and need. The combination of Alex’s insistent, skilled tongue, and the sincere, honest words from Olivia was almost too much to bear. She found herself arching her back, her hands gripping the couch, her entire body a live wire, every nerve ending alive.

Every sound, gasp, and moan, lit a fire under Olivia, accentuating her confidence further. Alex doubled her efforts, the sound of Casey’s wetness echoing out into the room. The calming sound of rain was now replaced with something else. Alex looked up and noticed Olivia’s lustful gaze. 

“Kiss her,” she ordered, voice almost unrecognizable. “She’s close.” 

Olivia responded desperately, kissing her, swallowing her lips whole. Whatever Alex told her to do, she would. Whatever it took to please them both. She noticed the fast pace which Alex was sliding her fingers in and out of Casey, curling them to make her cry out, completely at her own disposal. 

Casey responded desperately to Olivia’s kiss, holding onto the back of her neck to keep her mouth still while she rode Alex’s face. Casey couldn’t focus on anything, her need too strong. 

When Alex curled her fingers, finding the spongey spot inside, Olivia whispered, voice sultry, “Come, for her. Come for us.” 

And Casey did. Olivia swallowed Casey’s moans, holding her tightly through her climax, feeling Casey trembling. Casey’s body came down slowly from the built-up pleasure, running a hand through her curly hair, sweat glistening on her forehead. 

Alex released her grip on Casey’s thighs, removing her fingers once Casey began to sit up, and held them out for Olivia. 

“Suck,” she instructed, holding out three fingers for Olivia. Olivia’s eyes widened once she realized what she had to do. What she wanted to do. Arousal shot through her as she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Alex’s fingers obediently. The action was wanton and bold, and almost enough to make her come from the overstimulation and unresolved desire. 

Once Alex was satisfied that her fingers were clean and not a drop was wasted, she pulled them out of Olivia’s mouth with a pop. 

She licked her lips, cleaning off the remainder of Casey’s juices before turning to the two women before her. 

“So?” Alex began. “Who’s next?”