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pickingupmymercedes · 3 months

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“watch it. seriously.” “take another step towards me and watch what happens.”

hi can we have one where it is the 1st time lewis ever hurt her deeply with his words after days of giving her silent treatment without any explanation? and then reader just decided to stop trying to talk to him bcs she has tried everything b4? and then maybe decided to sleep separately or smth. HEAVY ANGST and SFW please. also, congratulations on the 500 followers!!!! i love you 🤍🤍🤍

Hi lovely, thank you for sending your request ❤️

Also, I changed the timeline of your blurb a bit (mainly because I kind wanted to give this one a happy ending). Hope it's okay

“watch it. seriously.” and “take another step towards me and watch what happens.”

Y/N slammed the apartment door shut behind her, the sound echoing through. Lewis stood frozen in the middle of the living room; the remnants of his half-packed bags scattered around as they were both supposed to be packing for Singapore.

"Seriously, Lewis?" Her voice was tight, laced with hurt and anger. "It's not even a special race, and I’m going to be with you in the very weekend anyway!"

Silence stretched between them, thick with tension. Lewis ran a hand through his hair, his frustration mirroring hers.

"It's more than just the race, Y/N," he finally spoke, his voice strained. "Everything lining up just right."

"I can’t leave my team right now Lewis." she spat, the words bitter on her tongue. "My work and my life is just as important as yours, your know!?"

Lewis's jaw clenched. "Watch it. Seriously."

But the warning only fueled her fire. "No, you watch it, Lewis!" she shouted, tears stinging her eyes. "You fly all over the world, chasing glory, and then expect me to drop everything on a dime because it might be a 'good race'?!"

He flinched, and the hurt in his eyes momentarily stopped her tirade. But the silence stretched, and the unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Then, in a low voice laced with frustration, Lewis spoke, “This isn't working, Y/N. Our schedules just don't..."

The words cut her deeper than any argument ever could. Without a word, she turned and started to walk away. Lewis caught her hands, trying to turn her around but she flinched at his touch.

"Don't," she warned, her voice surprisingly steady. "Take another step towards me and watch what happens." He froze, hand hovering in mid-air. "Y/N," he started, frustration battling with concern in his voice.

But she cut him off, the fight momentarily drained out of her. "I'll… I'll talk to you later" she mumbled, needing some space to cool down before she shredded their fragile peace even further.

She knew she was being unreasonable. She knew Lewis just wanted her with him for support, especially on race weekends, but her own hectic schedule made it impossible for her to be there for every race, and he had always known that. Yet, the sting of his words wouldn't fade.

Hours later, when the anger had subsided and only a dull ache remained, Y/N found her way to the music room, the most likely place to find him. The door was slightly ajar, and the soft strains of his favorite playlist filled the space.

Lewis sat on the worn leather couch, his head hanging low as he tried to write something on a notebook. He looked up as she entered, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before being replaced by a heavy sigh.

"Can we talk about it?" she asked, her voice softer now.

"I'm here when you're ready" he replied, his voice gruff.

She crossed the room and sat down on the other end of the couch, gazing out the window for a moment before turning back to him. "What's so important about Singapore, Lewis?" she asked, the question heavy with unspoken hurt.

He hesitated, then met her gaze. "It's… the car feels good this week," he finally admitted. "The data, the track… everything's lining up." He paused, then added softly, "And I would really like you to be there with me, if that victory is really possible."

The air hung heavy for a moment. Then, a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Maybe, just maybe, your team could catch up virtually.

"Alright, Hamilton" she said, her voice teasing. "Looks like you get your lucky charm this weekend then."

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fatescaprice · 7 months

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hiiiii ☀️ can i ask for something about aventurine and the reader who is part of the express family (not trailblazer) ? it can be some love at first sight thing, or maybe where they meet again in penacony and turns out they both had some hidden past with eachother b4🤭 of course, you can choose whatever storyline to go with as well with this reader🤍 thank uuuu

aventurine and a nameless reader

content warnings: vague penacony spoilers

note: hello anon!! i went with the second option since i just looove reunions ... i had a lot of fun writing this but i also had to google how a lottery works ... i'm embarrassed ... i hope you enjoy!

You and AVENTURINE had met ages before he became a bigshot at the IPC, back when he was doing Aeons-know-what to scrape by. Whether you were friends or rivals or had to use every fibre in your body to keep yourself from insulting him on sight, you eventually parted ways and both, quite reasonably, assumed that you would never see each other again — the universe was far too big for that, after all. He saw you off as you boarded the Astral Express, and resigned himself to thinking that your meeting was little more than a lucky draw.

That is, of course, until you run into each other by chance in the lobby of the Reverie. He doesn’t pay you much attention at first, but his eyes end up wandering to you almost against his will as he sorts out your grey friend’s room issue. When did you change your hair? Did your voice always have that kind of cadence? His customer-service smile turns a tad more genuine as he turns to you once it’s over and your friends had dispersed within the lobby. “What a pleasant surprise,” he drawls. “Long time no see, huh?”

Aventurine offers to catch up over drinks, if you’re so inclined. Time is money, but that’s how you normally celebrate making new friends and reuniting with old ones, isn’t it? He’ll treat you to whatever you like while you tell him about your travels.

Even after he gets his own business sorted, he can’t help but notice how you two seem to keep running into each other, as if by little twists of fate. Your room across from his, the sound of you laughing with your pink-haired friend in the lobby, the sight of your back as you wander around the Golden Hour.

If fate keeps bringing you together, Aventurine would be a fool to not capitalise on it, wouldn’t he? He’s quick to slink over to your side and suggest a wager: “You look lonely,” he’ll say, rolling a coin back and forth over his knuckles. “Say, if I win big at the lottery over there, how about we spend the rest of the day together? We can even call it a date if you like.”

It’s a bit of an unfair bet, all things considered — he doesn’t often make bets he can’t win, and while it’s little surprise to him as he claims his prize, he also takes the time to relish in your surprised expression. What, did you really think he would lose? Don’t be silly. Now, tell him what you want to do — he’s already planning an itinerary in his head before work inevitably drags him away that evening.

Even as you two spark up another conversation (What’ve you been up to all this time? Got any travel destinations he might like?) he can’t tell you the whole truth, not yet — but in the meantime he can wrap one arm around your waist just like this, and watch how the dreamscape tints your eyes a shade of the most opulent gold.

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #aventurine x reader #✎... writing.

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happy-tori-friends · 3 months

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Would you be up for doing the prompt "You look so cute in that rain jacket." with Splendont and the twins?

of course! ^v^ they get to be a bit silly in this one (especially lifty who didn't have the Best of times in the latest part of oblivion) fun fact: i had never heard the term rain jacket b4 this. only rain coat. i also dont think i've ever owned a rain coat either. funner fact: i've been calling these drabbles but aparently drabbles are meant to be exactly 100 words. drabble to me has always felt like. around 500 words or less. but i have been wrong before this and i will be wrong again after this so does it really matter?

“Do you remember that one time when Mom and Dad took us to the store while it was raining, but we didn't want to go in? We just wanted to splash in the puddles,” Lifty giggled softly, gently bouncing on the soles of his feet before trying to kick and splash his brother.

“Hey, quit it!” Shifty scoffed, attempting to the same back. “Stop acting like a little kid! We were like… five!”

The laughter continued, even as he felt the rain falling against the rain jacket Splendont had bought for him - a lighter green as opposed to the darker green his brother had gotten. “You're doing the same thing, Shift! You're just as childish as me! And besides, we had to grow up too fast. We might as well have a little fun when we can!”

“Ugh you're such a pain in the ass!” Shifty let out a huff, but it was clear that he was trying to hold back his amusement. He shoved his brother, likely a bit harder than he was meaning to, and Lifty let out a soft gasp as he staggered.

He smirked, grabbing his brother's arm and dragging him down too as they fell down, making a bigger splash in the sidewalk puddle than they had before. “I'll drag you down with me everytime, asshole.” Lifty laughed, looking at his brother's disgruntled and annoyed face.

Then came the throaty chuckle of their boyfriend, the red haired hero looking back at them from his spot a few paces ahead.

“You two look so cute in those rain jackets. And playing in the puddles like this, just goofing around makes you even cuter,” he hummed, approaching them both. “Need a hand?”

Lifty took the hand with a wide, genuine smile, still giggling as he was pulled up. Sure, his pants had gotten drenched from the puddles, and it did hurt a little when he fell but… he was overall in a chipper and playful mood today.

“Shuddup,” Shifty scoffed, cheeks tinted pink as he was pulled up alongside his brother.

Splendont wrapped an arm around them both, a smile on his features. “It's true though. You both are very cute, especially when you're happy.”

Lifty cuddled closer, letting a soft purr-like sound leave his lips. He was really happy today. Usually the rain was kind of dreary, especially in their shitty apartment. But he and Shifty often went out in it anyway to try and use it to steal a little more, hoping that the rain would serve as a distraction. Sometimes it worked out, sometimes it didn't, and sometimes the rain would lead to their deaths. But a childhood memory brought to the surface by a simple walk in the rain had given Lifty a newfound appreciation for it.

He watched his brother press against Splendont more, a slight shiver running through his body. “I'm not happy! I'm cold and my pants and shoes are soaked now!” There was a pout on his lips, cheeks puffed up as he tried not to let his voice show his true feelings. “It was your idea to take a walk in the rain to test out the jackets, you should take responsibility and warm me up!”

“I'm cold too!” Lifty added quickly after the other. “Warm me up too! We can go home and cuddle under the blankets and listen to the rain...” That sounded nice and relaxing. Maybe he could even take a nap…

“That sounds nice,” Splendont hummed, leaning down to place a kiss on each of their foreheads before pulling them in just a tad bit tighter. “Let's go back then. Just me and the loves of my life, relaxing, cuddling, and getting warm while the rain falls outside…”

The twins looked at each other, each letting out a soft breath as they nodded, smiles blooming on their lips. Thus, the trio began their trek back to the house, already eager to experience the picture painted in their minds for real.

#tori talks #lifty 💰#shifty 💵#splendont 🌠#super thieves 🌠💰💵#prompt fill #asks

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craacked-splatters · 2 years

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OKOKOK I JUST FINISHED DHMIS AND IM GOING INSANE HOLY SHIT

tumblr is the only place where my hyperfixations and ramblings won't make me seem like I've been trapped in a basement never seeing the light of day as I piece together a century long conspiracy. Apologies 4 the person I'm about 2 become . I'm gonna full theorist mode but I only have time to point out the puzzle pieces in d first ep for now cuz I got work in like 6 hrs :(( ill come bak n do rhe rest ltr feel free 2 add if u want

Ok so i was rewatching the eps again on my phone & collecting screenshots for my conspiracy board when I found this symbol in the intro 2 d first ep

And I was like wait a min that kinda looks like d ones from the book so i went to see if was true and yep

I don't know if there's anymore symbols scattered around in the other eps or if it was just forshadowing either way its making my brain vibrate. Has anyone else noticed this before? It's so cool

The other things in d intro that seemed a bit weird 2 me was the pics n letters on the fridge, the fact that our 3 guys r coming out of a clock house, and fuking roy looking into d house thru a hole in the wall. The symbolism and metaphors r there guys. I know it but Im putting a pin on unraveling that for ltr cuz I don't have time rn :((

I kept my eyes peeled 4 anything else n then I saw the similarities between the breifcase n his older bro and yellowguy and his imaginary older bro

Both of them were like stuck in the shadow of their younger sibs u know kinda left behind, like the smol suitcase felt inferior n could only watch as his younger was running around being bigger n better, the yellows fake bro was always stuck in the background while yellow took the spotlight,

and they both like lost their shit and injured themselves. The suitcase bro punched a wall n the fake bro literally comitted suicide. Maybe I'm looking to much into this but that kinda intrigued me a bit. Again I'll dissect to that ltr cuz I don't have d time 😔

So the 1st EP was about work & jobs right?

Noticed how like each guy had the same positions in each job?

Duck: (The judge, cryptocurrency, General, astronaut)

At 1st duck's jobs are more centered on power,on bieng a higher authority figure, someone who is respected, admired and successful. He views himself above the rest, he said one needed aggression to get ahead in workplace, (u know w/ the attention freaks part lmao),he narssistic, hes selfish, and is always strivings for better positions, better everything (the vending machine, wanting a better job etc)

He doesn't like this job, he failed at his work tasks, and no one is taking him seriously.

When the screen lady starts singing about stress n shit I was like hold up

First we see, him on the beach with a crab offering him pills. Relaxation=drugs?? An escape from reality perhaps 🤨

Then him walking on a tightrope with a bunch of red things under him (portraying his struggles with his inner demons maybe?? Showing that he is or was barely keeping himself from falling to them??)

This whole thing. The line segments with the relaxing never being an easy straight line,(gotta go thru hell 1st b4 ur happy type of thinking??) And also the colors on the diagram. It's our 3 main guys. Red duck and yellow. (I'll dissect this ltr too no time rn😔)

And this. The coins, (cryptocurrency?? financial issues??) The screw(shitty work jobs maybe) the crab(drugs) the red snake(inner demons?) And the green thing...idk what that is it has scissors n looks like its shushing(untold secrets/issues?) Maybe ita part of himself he doesn't like or harms him

Duck is forced to like his job. He tries to go along with this whole bs, but he can't and snaps causing the hand accident. Is that what happened from before he was dead? Did he cause the death of someone? We know they all died at the same time different places.Then we see ltr that his jobs aren't as powerful as before, he is a mailman, hes a struggling artist, those jobs usually arent seen as impressive as say a CEO. Is this lore👀 could it be a bit of backstory for duck👀

Next we have Red: (Doctor, Barber, boss 2 whole company, horseshoe maker) His jobs are more concentrated on responsibility and expectations. A lot of ppl rely on doctors to help them out, a lot of pressure is laid on their shoulders especially with serious situations. With barbers you want them to give you exactly what u asked for, or at least something acceptable if u cant think of anything. Bosses are bosses. They're literally in charge of a shit ton of things. They keep everything running smoothly cuz 1 wrong move and everything starts going haywire. And horses need shoes to walk I guess

Notice how red is kinda... negligent? I wouldn't say lazy hes not. But remember how he would always want to do something else besides what they were doing? Or be anywhere else besides in the now? He didn't want to do anything at all in the 1st ep deciding to just chill. He didn't want to acknowledge yellows sadness in the Death EP, I guess he didn't want to deal with it? He wanted to meet a real fam, saying that the 3 of them weren't it. The whole road trip breakdown and "Im not going back to that house"?? Very interesting 👀

Yellow: (lumberjack, icecream man, fisherman, assembly worker, therapy patient??)

Yellows jobs r more centered on labor. They're average jobs regular ppl like u and me could get whenever. They usually don't ask for degrees or sumthn just experience perhaps. They might be easy, but there is a form of danger to them Lumberjack? You chop up wood dude, you could easily lose a limb or die. Ice cream man? Well you could always run over someone and uh, stranger danger? Fisherman? Fall out and drown or get lost at sea Assembly line worker? You saw what happened the same as the lumberjack (Trust me I work at a GE and ppl r always getting hurt)I got nothing 4 patient 😔

Besides the assembly one(I'm not counting it it was a lesson), the other jobs could be viewed as experiences.

Lumberjack- helping build the shack with his dad (Roy was there)

Icecream man- its icecream. lot of us go after that car. Especially children.

Fisherman- going fishing for fun, could be a bonding experience idk

Therapy patient- c'mon

There's a lot of shit I didn't cover but it's fine. Everything is so cool and fascinating I'm losing sleep to this whole thing. I'll talk more about it later I'm tired n it's 5am I've got 2 hrs to sleep.

Edit: yo I'm literally at work rn but I realized something. Yellows jobs are repetitive too. A cycle of things that are done a sort of loop. Lumber jacks, assembly line workers, etc etc usually focus on doing one task only, over and over whether it's screwing in bolts, chopping wood, serving food doesn't matter. It's repetitive, meaning you don't have to worry about changes bcuz there aren't supposed to be. You become accustomed to it, it's reliable.

This might've been a bit forshadowing about the way our 3 characters have to start the same routine in the same house again and again, a seemingly endless loop.

Did y'all notice how yellow was extremely against the road trip idea? And the death episode? He didn't want the routine to change. he didn't like it was confusing to him. And just when he's getting used to a change it all collapses on him. Man :(( this show is so cool fr I'll continue dissecting ltr gotta go now

#don't hug me i'm scared #dhmis spoilers #dhmis #splatter rambles #like a madman #god im tonna regret this #its 5am #ajd i have work in 2 hours #o well lol #this show has me by the throat #its so good #i care them sm man

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notbooper · 1 year

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Hehe here's some ramblings ab my weird Groundhog Day Price au thing :) this is kinda me laying out a timeline of everything and whatever else comes to mind

Heads up: I don't think I'll ever turn this into one long cohesive fic, it'll probably just be little ficlets and then long ramble-y bits like this

Read my first post regarding this au or else you'll be lost bc I explain a lot of things from my intro that I don't exactly plan to put into in depth writing.

Intro

Cw: I love Price so much so I put him through hell <3, temporary character death, depictioms of death n violence and bodily harm, non canon timeline bc oops and fuck canon (just a bit), this is not written like a fic like the first part, so it's just me rambling, also formatting is terrible ik I'm so sorry I just needed to get this out of my system, Ghoap content

Not edited bc lazy

So uh timeline is funky bc I forgor ab canon and consistency and also despite the fact I've played both 2019 and mw2 multiple times I'm still dumb. N e way:

I assume that the boys aren't familiar with each other at the beginning of mw2 but price knows all of them bc he hand picked them. I assume that they haven't worked w each other b4 those events but we're throwing that out the window here bc I forgot :)

So they had one very brief mission together before the events of mw2, the one described in my little intro blurb, nothing too serious or long, not enough time for team bonding, simply something I made up for expository ab the whole Groundhog Day thing.

Also ok explaining background Ghoap w my fucky timeline bc I totally forgor I wrote some implied Ghoap:

I dug my own grave by saying I wanted to set my blurb b4 mw2 and make that mission quick and they don't even get any time to like bond properly, but we can make this work ok? Ok. I don’t see Ghost as a self sacrificing person despite the fact that he's military and it kinda comes w the job and his status as definitely dead and shit and just his kinda general disposition. I can see it if he's v close w someone but otherwise it usually isn't "practical" bc of how useful he knows he is. In this scenario though ima say that Ghost had been heavily injured in the heli wreck and knew that he wasn’t gonna get too far. Once the heli crashed, he had been the closest to Gaz and had tried to pull him out, for the sole purpose of during the time before he could tell how fond Prive was of him, and because Ghost cares deeply for Price he made an effort to rescue Gaz, that doesn't work obviously and he ends up terribly injured. Later on, once they start taking heavy fire and closer to his death Ghost realizes that he's not going to make it too far and decides that when there needs to be a sacrifice, bc he knows there will, he'll go down.

Cut to Ghost sees that Soap's ab to get fucked up and takes the shot 4 him. Soap's reaction, unlike Ghost's reasoning, is based in vague Ghoap. Soap comes to the conclusion, b4 they even get out of the heli, that the Lieutenant does not like him. Fine, he's clashed w/ COs b4, nothing new. He was hoping that since they were gonna be on this same tiny team that maybe the could be friendly but he supposed not. So imagine his shock when the man who seemed to despise him sacrifices himself for Soap. He's touched, truly, especially bc that Soap will never know that Ghost's real reasoning. That Soap believes in that moment that maybe that Ghost didn't hate him and maybe kinda really liked him but didn't show it. He beliebes that if THE Ghost sacraficed himself for Soap, that he must feel that Soap was a valuable member of the team, maybe moreso than him. That Soap is also in the middle of watching his entire team get wiped out and realizing that it's now him and Price against what feels like an entire army so his extreme emotional reaction to Ghost's death is also in part from that.

There, intro Ghoap explained :)

Explanation of how this Groundhog Day shit works btw:

The first time it happens is in my little intro blurb thing. Price will go through an event where any one or more of the 141 dies, and then he will be sort of sent back in time to varying amounts of time before the events happen so that he can prevent their deaths. Price can't control it obviously. How Price discerns that these aren't weird premonitions and actually events that he lived through is that he always gets sent back with some scars from whatever shit show happened. Like for example in my blurb he would come back with his palms all scarred up from the broken glass he grabbed from the window soap got tackled out of at the end. It's a weird mechanic ik but shhhhh it's for angst purposes. It's there as a sort of reminder for Price for all the times he's "failed" his boys bc I FUCKING LOVE ANGST n e way,

Then the events of mw2 happen ofc. There are different points throughout in which I will kill the boys so here's that death list:

Gaz- something to do with the helicopter bit, obviously, like he gets no breaks, idc if you get tired of how many heli deaths I give this man, I like it. I think everyone gets one death during mw2 events

Side note: one thing I feel like I'm having a hard time balancing is making this compelling by "killing" off the boys and traumatizing Price, and also not making the boys look more incompetent if that makes sense? Like I had three deaths drafted up for Gaz but felt it was too much?

Kate: 110% dies at one point during the whole hostage thing. Gives an extra oof to John's whole apology bit to her afterwards (ome of my fav interactions in the game tbh)

Ghost: this fucker is proving the hardest to brainstorm for tbh. Like if anyone, for any of these parts at all, wants to put in any ideas feel free to, but I just feel like the others have NDEs that I can use as deaths, but honestly I feel like Ghost is I don't want to say better than the others but there's not really a point in mw2 in which I feel like I could take inspo for a death? So ig tldr: TBD but maybe none at all and when the timeline expands to after current canon I give him smtg big to give my boy some attention?

Soap: alone, obviously. This one is more complex then the others. They're all gonna be situations in which John can do something, whether directly or indirectly to change the outcome. I think for alone John cycles through that loop for a bit, not being able to make contact with anyone in Las almas and he gets lucky that after a few cycles we get canon alone events. This will def be it's own little chapter fic drabble thing bc I have so much to say ab this and how it affects Price

Bonus soap thought: I also wanted to do Graves tank fight purely bc that's the part I had the most trouble with in my first playthrough of the game. I had to repeat that section an ungodly amt of time and shaped me into the avid Graves hater I am today. I'm digressing but n e way I decided against the tank bit bc alone was just so much more yummier in my head.

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N e way that's my sort of ramblings for now, small bits and pieces will be on the way, probably

#cod mw2 #mw2 #soap mctavish #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare #fanfic #captain price #john price #john mactavish #soap mw2 #ghost mw2 #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #kyle gaz garrick #gaz mw2 #kyle garrick #kate laswell

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sorrowsofsilence · 2 months

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the beach • n.s

Pairings: Best Friend!Noah Sebastian x fem!reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: flufffff, smut 18+ (swearing, PnV pls wrap it b4 u tap it, riding, slight breeding kink), alcohol consumption

Summary: getting drunk together on your weekend getaway leads to more than both you and your best friend thought.

Authors note: ahhh, I looooove this trope (most of my Noah fics are friends to lovers I’m sorry lol)- but I’m a sucker, especially if it involves late night beach adventures and star gazing. inspired by the song The Beach by the neighbourhood. (also can you tell beanie Noah with shoulder length hair is my favourite, he’s the Noah I use for every fic i swear)

It was the beginning of your weekend getaway with the people you called home.

Jolly had suggested that you and the boys take a mini trip to a cabin along the coast, partying and indulging in youthful antics before they left for Japan. You rarely got to spend time with them throughout the past few summers, since they were beginning to tour quite often.

Lying on the couch you had your best friend resting on your legs, his arm holding onto the skin as his lips remained parted, slow breaths escaping them.

Noah was fast asleep, his face pressing into your thighs as his arms were held onto you, and his lashes delicately touched his cheeks.

You watched him for a moment, admiring the way his shaggy brunette strands covered the sides of his slim face, with the scruff of slight facial hair evident above his lip.

His brows were relaxed as he held you close, the feeling of every exhale causing your skin to tingle.

He looked so peaceful- so perfect.

The beanie placed on Noah’s head started to slip as he shifted in his sleep, and you couldn’t help once it fell off to run your fingers through his locks, gently tucking his hair away from his face, trailing your nails down his ears.

He melted into your touch before his onyx eyes flickered up to your own.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” his hoarse voice let out a chuckle, closing his eyes for another second as he sucked in a deep breath.

Noah sat up on his elbows, hair falling back into place as he looked around the living room, seeing that just the two of you occupied its space.

“Where are the boys?” he asked, taking his inked hand and rubbing his eyes.

“They went to bed,” you said, peering out the window to watch the setting sun.

It was only 9 pm, but Jolly and Folio were exhausted from the afternoon of swimming and games.

Nicholas had sat with you in the living room for a while, but once Noah passed out he thought it would be best to also get some rest.

With a yawn, Noah nodded, “You didn't want to go to bed? You could’ve pushed me off.”

You shrugged, letting your gaze linger on his for a moment too long, before peeling away to stare at your phone. His voice, messy hair, and the way his sweater was too big for his slim frame- made your heart beat just a little bit faster- or maybe it was how he always loved napping on your thighs, using your body as a pillow.

The brunette sat up fully now, picking up his beanie off the floor and pulling it over his ears.

“Are you tired?”

With a shake of your head, you sank further into the linen cushions of the cabin couch, “Not really. But go to bed, I’ll just scroll for a while more.”

Noah stood up, stretching his arms above his head before reaching for your hand.

“What?” You asked, raising a brow as he smiled.

“C’mon, let’s do something. We shouldn’t waste our time together.”

You obliged, swallowing away his words and focusing on the feeling of his fingers sliding amongst yours, “Like?”

“Like, take the bottle of peach Ciroc and go to the beach.”

He pulled you up, and you laughed, letting him lead you to the kitchen to grab the bottle.

You grabbed one of Noah’s hoodies from his bag, pulling it over yourself and sighing at the smell that engulfed you.

He smelled like comfort.

Noah eyed your attire as you stood by the front door, letting a shy smile dance upon his lips before slipping on his vans.

He loved it when you wore his clothes; clothes that he wouldn’t dare let anyone touch beside you or Nicholas- and his heart ached momentarily as he relished seeing you wearing them. It would be a few months before he’d see you again.

As he stood up he unscrewed the cap, taking a long sip of the Ciroc before handing you the bottle. You followed suit, before passing it back.

“To the beach!” Noah yelled, and you scolded him for his volume, knowing that everyone else was asleep.

“Sorry,” He whispered, pushing your shoulders to prompt you out the door.

The fifteen-minute walk down the sandy path was quiet, the deep hue of blue holding onto the last light from the sun, as the moon began to shine in its place for the night.

Scattered bushes surrounded you as Noah held onto your wrist, tugging you behind him as he drank from the bottle again, passing it to you.

Your fingers brushed his as you took another drink. Half the bottle was already gone.

The sand became deeper the closer you two got to the beach, the sound of gentle waves and white noise ringing in your ears. With uneven steps through the sinking terrain, you slid into Noah’s side, tripping over the ground.

You two harmonized in laughter, your melody becoming the funniest thing as Noah’s eyes squinted in humour, unable to control his smile.

“Maybe I should just let you fall next time if you can’t even use your legs,” He teased, drinking again as he supported your weight.

While clinging to the fabric of his sweater you slapped his chest playfully, “Oh whatever. It’s not my fault the sand is really hard to walk in when wearing flip-flops.” Your breathing became heavier as you accepted the warmth that grew from your limbs, due to the drink.

The trees around you cleared as the scene ahead of you unfolded, the long stretch of the water inviting.

There was nobody else on the shore, and the two of you walked side by side, beginning conversations about nothing.

After years of history, what else would you talk about?

Noah found a good spot, and the two of you sat on the sand. You sighed in contentment, the sky getting darker with each passing second.

“Shit,” Noah slurred, placing the bottle next to him as he laid back on the ground, arms behind his head. You joined him, pulling the hood of his sweater you wore over your head.

He continued staring up above, closing his eyes as a lazy smile grew on his features.

“I love the sound of the water,” He said, “and I love how fast Ciroc hits.”

Turning your head you looked at the contents, “There’s barely any left. That’s why it hit so fast.”

Your mind felt foggy as you watched him staring at the sky above, eyes trailing over his features for the thousandth time. He was mesmerizing each time, even if you remembered every detail of his face. It was so hard to not stare at your best friend. He was stunning; and every little thing he did made your mind wander to thoughts of what could be.

Noah turned, eyes narrowing playfully, “What?”

“Nothing,” You raised a brow, turning to look back above.

Noah’s arm reached out from his side to hit yours, “No, whaaaat.”

You didn’t turn to face him this time, but sighed, letting your body melt into the ground as your limbs tingled, “Do you ever wonder if snails wished they had feet? Not just like, one long flat foot?”

The brunette laughed, shaking his head as he turned away, “I mean, no, I’ve never wondered about that in my entire life.”

You two remained silent momentarily, the sound of the water echoing between you.

But Noah pried, “That’s not what your eyes meant. You were not wondering about snails.”

“What do you mean?” You laughed, closing your eyes, but you could feel Noah’s gaze burning into you.

You then turned to face him, the two of you staring before you quickly jutted your arm out, poking the side of his torso with your finger. Deflection.

“Bzzt,” You laughed, and the brunette squirmed, recoiling from your touch.

“Stopp,” he pouted, playing into it before flashing you a devilish smile.

Your eyes widened in fear as he quickly turned his body toward you, fingers reaching into your sides.

“Noooo!” You hollered, sand flying everywhere as you tried to fight your best friend away. Your arms were defenceless as he held you down, but your legs lifted, kicking at his own.

“You know I hate when you ‘bzzt’ me,” He frowned, rolling so he was standing above you.

“Please spare me,” you begged, chest heaving with staggered breaths. His lip fell between his teeth as he bit back a smile, before reaching his hands to tickle the sides of your neck by your collarbone, leaving you to squirm again.

“Noah!” You cried, laughing as you thrashed beneath him, finally getting a leg high enough to push against his chest.

His weight pushed your leg down, his hands now on either side of your head for support as he held himself above you.

He grinned proudly as you glared at him.

Eventually, your gaze softened, and you watched the way his lips parted, letting your eyes trace over the bridge of his nose before latching onto his October orbs.

“Why do you always look at me like that?” He said slowly, trying to focus on your features through his drunken state.

“Like what?” You said.

“Like you… want me.”

Noah didn’t say it as a question. It was a statement. And you felt your throat tighten.

You knew you loved him. You’ve always felt something more for him than friendship, but you remained ignorant- as did he.

But after all these years, Noah was done waiting.

“You’re reading into it pretty boy,” You laughed, rolling your eyes upward but your face began burning, the warmth from the alcohol stinging beneath your flesh at his words, “You’re just drunk.”

“So are you,” He said, remaining above you. You had nowhere else to look but at him, his body caging yours to the sand.

Noah sucked in a deep breath, closing his eyes before lowering his body, resting his forehead against yours.

With an exhale, you watched him think, mind consumed with thoughts you wish you could dream from him.

“What?” You asked, and Noah sat up, straddling your waist.

He peered down at you with a nervous gaze, leaving your stomach churning. Did he know how you felt, after all this time?

Noah knew that if there was any time for confession, it would be now before he had to leave for a few months.

“If I told you that I loved you, tell me, what would you say?”

His words echoed through you as your eyes fixated on his, heart hammering as he sat above you.

“I hope I don’t burden you,” He began, his body swaying from the alcohol. He lowered himself again, inches from your face, “but what would you say?”

You swallowed, staring at Noah, “I would tell you that I love you too.”

He sucked in another breath, easing the anxiety as his lips melted into your own. Your mind raced and your stomach swirled, the softness from his touch hypnotizing; everything you could’ve wanted.

You pictured this moment dozens of times before, but nothing could compare to how real he felt as his hand cupped the side of your face, his fingers tangled in your hair. His lips moved with yours in a synchronized melody, the warmth of his breath that left his nose brushed down your cheeks.

When he pulled away you couldn’t even muster a smile, your chest tightening from nerves, but then he grinned; and you felt the anxiety washing away as he leaned down again, kissing you over and over until your hands were clinging to his sweater, holding him against your body until he rolled beside you.

He pulled away slowly as if he wanted you to push back into him again, before lying on his back and staring up at the stars.

Your eyes never left him as he pointed at the sky above, whispering for you to look.

The stars were bright, splayed across the midnight navy in an array of constellations; maybe, tonight, they were placed just for you.

“That’s Orion,” he said, but all you could think about was the taste of his lips, the pattern of his breath against yours.

The bottle of Ciroc was left forgotten on the beach as Noah carried you back up the path, holding you against his chest with your face buried in his neck.

He placed you down once you reached the cabin, opening the door and closing it gently.

Despite hundreds forming in your mind, you were at a loss for words, but you knew you wanted him.

Noah passed a shy smile, swaying as he spoke, “Stay with me tonight?”

You've spent plenty of evenings with him sharing a bed, but this time was different. This would be pushing the boundary of more than friends.

However, you didn’t hesitate to give him a nod.

He smiled, taking your hand once more and leading you to his room with a drunken stumble. Noah closed the door before flopping onto the bed, inviting you into his space.

You crawled onto the mattress, curling up on your side as he mimicked you, the two of you facing each other as unspoken words danced between your bodies.

Noah’s fingers trailed patterns along your bare thighs, stopping just beneath the hem of your shorts, before dragging his nails in circles again. Bumps adorned your skin, leaving you breathless.

“Kiss me again?” He whispered, as if afraid you’d say no, “Please?”

You didn’t even have to think as you placed your lips upon his, bringing your hand behind his neck, holding him close.

Things wouldn’t be the same after this, would they?

But maybe that was a good thing.

There was no turning back as Noah’s hands roamed up your back, sliding along your spine with enamoured warmth.

The kiss deepened as you threw his beanie to the floor, gripping his hair and pulling him closer, need taking over. Your leg hooked his hip, pulling your bodies into an intricate puzzle.

His inked fingers claimed you for his own as he tugged your shorts down your legs, leaving you in your underwear and his hoodie.

Between kisses, he held the back of your head, mumbling, “As much as I love you in my clothes, I want them off.”

All you did was nod, allowing him to take off the sweater. He sat up, tugging his own off before leaning over you, hand gripping your hip, squeezing.

“We can’t be just friends after this Noah,” You looked up at him, searching his gaze for any doubts or worries- but you were met with pure adoration and desire.

“Fine by me,” his teeth grazing your bottom lip, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to get past the just friends stage.”

You hummed into his mouth, the feeling of Noah’s arousal against your leg causing you to squeeze your thighs together.

“Then show me what I’ve been missing,” You sighed into him again, your hand tugging at his shorts.

Noah flipped you over, having you straddle his waist. His tongue traced the bottom of your jaw, kisses peppering down the skin to your collarbone.

You rolled into him instinctually, swallowing his moans as he helped guide your hips, rutting against you.

He unclipped your bra, tossing the fabric away before latching a mouth onto your bud, gently biting. You held your hands on his chest, grinding along his desire before Noah halted you, hand wrapped around your wrist.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” he almost whimpered, and you licked your lips, wiggling down his legs to pull down his shorts.

Straddling him again Noah licked his fingers, sliding them between your legs, running them along your folds.

“Shit, you’re so wet,” it was as if he was in disbelief, the breathy laugh expressing his arousal.

“I want you, Noah. I’ve always wanted you.”

He smiled, guiding your hips up before sliding you onto his cock, the feeling of him filling you magnetizing.

You cursed under your breath, brows furrowed in lust as you shifted your weight, resting your hands on either side of Noah’s shoulders.

Your movements were slow at first, adjusting to Noah’s body, before picking up pace and finding a rhythm as you rode him. He watched you, completely enchanted by your body bouncing on his.

The smile he had only left his lips for a moment when you rolled into him, taking all he offered. The two of you were a moaning mess, too drunk to care about the rest of the boys hearing.

“How did you learn to ride dick this good?”

“My ex,” you laughed, unsure how else to answer his question.

“Never fucking liked him,” Noah growled, fingers digging into your thighs in possession as he now fucked you from beneath, pounding into your body. Your mouth fell agape as you stopped your movements, accepting his thrusts, “He never deserved you. None of them ever did.”

Noah pressed a thumb to your core, rubbing rhythmic circles, pushing your body closer to the edge.

“Shit,” you muttered, both watching each other’s faces of pleasure.

“Keep looking at me,” Noah groaned, quickening his fingers and thrusts.

Your back hunched as the feeling of Noah pounding into you made your abdomen clench with arousal, your orgasm on the brink. The lewd sounds you made only fuelled him.

“You like this dick better, princess? Huh? Cum for me,” your best friend commanded, and you tried to maintain eye contact with the brunette, your eyes threatening to squeeze shut as arousal washed over you, a mumbled scream crawling from your throat.

“Fuck Noah,” his name falling off your lips in prayer, Noah smiled proudly. He pulled your body close to his, arm wrapping around your back as he held you against his chest, continuing to thrust from underneath you.

Your face pressed into his neck, and all you heard were Noah’s erotic groans before he turned your head, kissing you hungrily. His tongue pressed against your own as he moaned, halting his thrusts as he came, filling your body with his release.

You were his.

The two of you held each other, your body collapsing into his as you kissed his neck, panting.

“I love you,” he said, chest heaving, his heart pounding.

“I love you too,” You smiled into him, refusing to let go of his body that was yours.

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So Into You

jake lockely x reader ≈ 4.3k words masterlist here

the beginning of this is based loosely on the song of the same name by the atlanta rhythm section, very groovy. pretty much, y/n goes to a bar looking to get laid and gets exactly that. might be the best smut i’ve ever written, not beta read tho.

TW FOR: light drinking, mention of drugs/dealing, making out/kissing, grinding, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, PiV sex, unprotected sex (don’t be like them, wrap b4 u tap), hand on throat but not rlly choking

as always, lmk if i missed any warnings or have any spelling/grammar oopsies

This fic is NSFW, mature audiences only. Please continue at your own risk. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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The pub in central London was lit in neon shades of blue and pink, the scent of cigarette smoke and sex wafting through the air. The beer in front of you was watery and bitter, so you’d only taken one or two sips over the course of the last hour. You and your friends had no illusions- you wouldn’t be leaving here together. You’d been so fucking busy with work that the last time you’d gotten laid was over two months ago, so you’d put on your smallest black dress, the top hugging your breasts and the bottom hugging your ass. The two you’d come with had already left with two boys staring at them like they were the sun and stars.

You had your eye on a high-cheekboned man in a newsboy cap who’d walked in about a half an hour ago, now sitting on the other side of the bar nursing some cheap whiskey. His eyes were scanning the sleazy patrons, had been since he’d entered, so he was either here for a drug deal or the same reason as you. You guessed the second option, since you’d made eye contact a few minutes earlier and he’d winked at you while taking a sip of his drink.

His hand wrapped so easily around the thick glass, the veins and tendons surfacing with every movement. You’d have bet good money that they were dexterous and strong. You noticed him chewing something— what you hoped to be gum and not tobacco. After a little while watching him from afar, you got up from your seat with the drink you likely wouldn’t drink in hand, pulling your short dress down and placing yourself on the stool next to him. You set the bottle down and your left arm down right beside it, your feet propped up on the bottom bar of the stool and your right arm resting on your thigh.

“I’m (y/n).”

“Jake,” he said with a crooked smile.

“You from America?” He nodded, raising his right brow in question. “Let me buy you a drink, and we can talk about home. What are you drinking?”

“The most expensive whiskey they have, which also happens to be nearly the cheapest I’ve ever drank.” His heavy New York accent got you going, the sound of home heating you up almost embarrassingly quickly. You huff out a laugh, signaling the barkeep. He slipped the gum he was chewing between his front teeth for a moment, licking his lips. “Ain’t I meant to be the one buying your drink, hermosa?”

You rolled your eyes, “You can if you want, but I don’t give a shit. Didn’t look like you were gonna make any moves a minute ago.”

Both of his eyebrows shot up, his head cocking to the side as he scanned you up and down. “I was waiting. Life is nothing without foreplay.”

You blushed a bit at that, leaning back and tilting your head in a mirror of his. “You weren’t gonna do anything,” you called his bluff.

He leaned forward, now far closer to you, before signaling you to move closer as well. You obliged, tilting your body towards him and knocking knees with him lightly. “Trust me, I wasn’t going this night without talking to you at the very least. Couldn’t quit thinking about you, just couldn’t quite catch your eyes.” He scanned you up and down hungrily, stretching his gum over his tongue with a smile. “Trust me, I was gonna do something, muñequita.” Your face had turned red and your core had started aching, the pleasant tingle in your lower belly starting to become borderline uncomfortable.

“Such as?” You prompted, but the bartender arrived and you had to sit up. He asked what he could get you, and you ordered the man his whiskey before he cut in and ordered you something different— a strawberry daiquiri. The bartender scuttled away quickly, leaving you in your bubble once again. You didn’t even have the time to turn back to Jake before his lips were beside your ear.

“If you hadn’t come up to me, I’d have eventually gotten next to you, and this night would have preferably ended with you in my bed.” You turned to see him bite his lip, glancing down to your chest and changing how he was sitting slightly. Your eyes flicked down and back up, seeing a bulge in his pants. “Tonight could still end like that, you know.”

You hummed, looking at his lips, cast in blue from the lighting. “That’s the plan, now isn’t it?” Just then, the bartender returned with your drinks. You thanked him and took a sip of the daiquiri. You moaned quietly at the taste, drinking a bit more. He hissed, shifting in his seat. You knew what you’d done, watching him shift around and his bulge grow in size. When he met your eyes again, you smiled devilishly at him and laughed under your breath.

“Tú diablo, tonight is going to be fun.” He grinned back at you, shaking his head. “Don’t drink too much, I won’t fuck you if you can’t say yes.”

Immediately, you took one last sip and pushed the fruity drink away. Blood shot downwards, making you press your thighs together in anticipation. You leaned over your legs, his eyes moving down to your lips as your licked them and rubbed them together. He broke away momentarily to spit his gum into a napkin and place it beside his drink.

You watched as his head tilted and eyes closed, before your eyes shut too. His mouth hit yours, lips moving incredibly slowly. The light stubble over his cheeks and jaw burned your skin a little, but it was surprisingly pleasant. He tasted like watermelon and whiskey. One of his hands came up to the back of your neck, twining through your hair and pulling it lightly into his fist. You whined quietly as his lips slid against yours, nipping at your bottom one with his teeth and sliding his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues tangled together as you stood up, not breaking contact as you came to stand between his legs and rest your hands on his biceps. His tongue was rough against yours, the kiss speeding up into something more passionate while your hands balled into fists in his shirt. You pressed yourself into him, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck as your chests pushed together. After a moment, you broke away with a gasp, a small string of fruit-and-whiskey-flavored spit linking you together for a few inches before you moved back a bit more. His eyes opened slowly, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks as his face broke into a grin. Your chests were both still heaving lightly when you sat again and called the bartender over.

“I’d like to pay my tab, please,” you said briskly, digging a 50 out of your purse and handing it to the man.

With a lower voice than before, Jake said, “Me too.” He echoed your actions with a glance at you. You knew your lips and cheeks were both likely pretty red from the blood.

The bartender left to print your receipts and fetch your change, and you tilted your body back to the man across from you. You looked over his body, noticing his sizable bulge now straining against his pants. You stood again, standing between his legs once again. His lips turned up to yours again and his arms wrapped around your back, but you pulled your face back, tutting lightly. He scooted forward on the stool, but you just tucked your head against his neck. You laid a light kiss against the juncture of his shoulder and neck, biting it lightly, to which he groaned low in his chest. The bartender returned, always with ill timing, so you just stuck your hand out for your change and receipt. Once it was set in your hand, you stuck it in your purse and cupped his jaw with the same hand. You laid your lips against his trap muscle in a different place, sucking just enough to leave a mark. His hands tightened, grinding his hips against yours as you both let out a moan. You could feel him hard as a rock against you through his now tight black jeans.

He snaked one hand up to your hair, pulling you up by it and placing a hard kiss against your lips before pulling back to whisper in your ear. “Let’s get out of here.” You nodded, stepping back to let him stand. He put the money on the counter into his pocket, stepped to your side, and laid a hand on your back, pushing you lightly to the exit. He stepped in front of you to hold the door and tug you to the sidewalk. The air was far cooler out there, your nipples peaking through your dress. You watched as his eyes trailed down your chest, landing on your breasts. He stepped closer, stripping off his jacket and placing it around your shoulders.

He leaned in after you’d slipped the tan bomber jacket on, warming up. His lips met yours and his arms wrapped around you again. You slid against his body, lips sliding quickly together between breaths. Your neck was craned up to meet him slightly, so he bent down a bit more and set his hand against the back of your head. He pushed against you, but remembered to stick a hand out for a cab. You felt him against your hip, and ground against him a bit. He hissed into your mouth, biting at your lip harshly as he rocked his hips against yours again. A cab pulled up next to you and you broke apart quickly, Jake stepping away and reaching out to hold the door so you could slide in. Once you’d gotten in, he slipped in beside you. “My apartment okay?” You nodded and he told the cabbie the address.

The grey-haired man in the driver’s seat nodded, turning his head to say “No shagging in my cab, got it?” quite sternly and wait for an affirmative response from both of you before slamming the little barrier between you. You looked at Jake with wide eyes, and he tilted his head forward in a mockery of a disappointed teacher before you both burst out into giddy laughter. You scooted closer to him, meeting his lips again and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

His nose nudged yours, moving down your jaw with light pecks before reaching your neck as his hands slipped around your waist. He laid kisses against the side of your throat, flicking occasionally with his tongue, and continued to move down to your exposed collarbone. He sucked a dark mark right onto the skin just above it, your breath coming heavily, intermixed with little whines, and your chest moving harshly as your fingers tugged at his dark curls. He moaned roughly against your skin from the pressure, nipping at you with his teeth. He removed his mouth from you, moving back up and brushing his rough, stubbly cheek against your soft one. “You make such pretty noises. Can’t wait to see what noises you make when I have my tongue inside you, muñequita.” He bumped his broad nose against yours as your core heated and tensed. “Bet you taste so good.”

Your lips had just met again when the car skidded to a halt. You pulled away quickly, wiping your mouth pointlessly as the driver opened the barrier and said that it was gonna be £27.50. You started to go for your money, but Jake grabbed your wrist with one hand and fetched his money with the other. He noticed as your breath hitched from the simple movement, licking his lips eagerly with a small smile before releasing you to count off £35. Once he’d handed the man his money and stuffed what remained back into his pocket, he shuffled out of the car and held the door for you once again. He wrapped his arm around you and let you through the entryway of his apartment and into the elevator to the second level, where you slipped your hand down and grabbed his ass. He groaned, smacking yours and laying a chaste kiss to your lips, before the doors opened and he had you go up the stairs behind him, ever the gentleman.

When you finally made it into his attic loft, you only had a moment to look around before his mouth was on your neck and his hands were on your ass, biting and massaging with a passion. You ground into his hips, spotting the bed and pushing him lightly towards it. He was still hard against you, maybe even harder, so once you reached his bed, you shoved him down onto it and climbed on top of him. You placed your clothed body directly above his hips, setting your full weight into grinding down onto him. He let out a cry, bucking into you and putting his hands on your hips. He smacked his head down onto the pillows for a moment to catch his breath before grabbing you and flipping you under him. Your heart and core pounded harder at the display of strength, his lips finding yours and slipping his tongue into your mouth easily. You moaned into him, wrapping your legs around him and grinding slowly against his hard cock. He pulled back, his mouth leaving yours, and you opened your eyes to find him staring down at you.

“Do you want this?” He asked, licking his lips. You nodded, grinding against him and trying to pull him back down. He groaned, pressing into you. “Words, muñeca.”

“God, yes, Jake. Just fuck me.” He smiled, leaning back down to suck your lower lip back into his mouth before pulling back again, this time to pull your dress over your head. As his fingers notched under the hem of the dress, you wriggled towards him, helping him get it off of you. The dress had come with cups already in it, so you were left with a small red thong and no bra. You felt him twitch against you as he looked down in awe, throwing the dress somewhere and bringing his hands down to your tits. He looked up at you for consent before twisting your nipples between his fingers, kneading the soft flesh in his large, rough hands. Immediately, you moaned loudly into the open room. He dropped his mouth to your right breast, moving that hand down to your hip to cup you through your panties, making you buck harshly against him. His tongue flicked at your nipple, alternating between biting lightly and sucking on it. He pressed his middle finger into you, rubbing over your center lightly while he switched breasts, his empty hand coming back to your other breast. He continued stroking your entrance over your panties as you panted below him. When he moved to your clit, you shouted his name, white-knuckling the plain bedsheets.

After a moment, he pulled back, pulling off his shirt and peeling off your soaked panties. He moved back, pulling you to the edge of the bed and propping your hips up with a thigh to allow him to put a pillow under them. You shut your thighs, somewhat self-conscious at him seeing you so openly.

He tutted, meeting your eyes while he pried them apart, licking his lips and grinning at what was laid out before him. Your lower lips were absolutely shining with how wet you were. He kneeled down, tugging you a bit farther forward and kissing along your thighs. His chin and cheeks burned where they touched you. He moved one hand up to grab yours where it lay on the bed, placing it into his hair where you gripped it hard. He continued to suck marks into your thighs, slowly getting closer to where you were aching for him. His hands returned to the inside of your thighs, pressing them apart to give him easier access. He pulled back, admiring his work.

“Prettiest pussy I ever seen, cariño.” He groaned, nuzzling your thigh with his nose. “Makes me so fuckin’ hard.” And with that, he put his mouth onto you. His tongue darted out from his mouth, flicking at your clit with some force as he shook his head side-to-side, making you cry out and clamp your thighs together around his head. The stubble on his jaw pricked at you harshly, his head still moving between your legs. You threw your head back against the pillow hard when his lips latched onto you and sucked, hard. You felt his tongue continue to move against you while he sucked on your clit. His lips stayed sealed around you for a moment before his head moved down slightly, nose now pressing against your bud as his tongue dipped into you. He started making loud, wet noises as he slurped at you, drawing everything he could into his mouth.

He moaned against you, muttering something in Spanish before sliding his tongue back into you. He rocked his head forward and back, pushing it in and out of you as quick as he could manage. Your hands curled harder into his hair, tugging hard as your abdomen crunched up and the pressure in your belly ratcheted higher and higher. Your legs crossed around the back of his neck, holding him against you. One of his hands moved away from where it was lightly rubbing the outside of your thigh, coming to the inside as his mouth moved back up to your clit, his head moving side-to-side again.

He slipped two fingers inside you easily, your slick pussy taking them without protest. You felt the edge come hurtling towards you as you shouted his name, his fingers curling inside your body quicker than you’d ever felt before. Your hips bucked up against his mouth, the lewd slurping noises he was making filling the room combined with the noises you were both making. “Fuck, Jake, I’m so close, please,” you started crying, rocking up against his tongue and fingers. He looked up at you, saying nothing, but placing his lips around your clit and sucking hard, tongue flicking it as his fingers drove up into you faster, curling harder.

Within seconds, you were screaming his name, your lower abdomen tensing and relaxing so hard it shoved his fingers out of you momentarily. He just shoved them right back in, moaning loudly against you as your slick ran down his arm onto his bed, trying to catch as much as he could with his tongue. He worked you through it, flicking your clit lazily with his tongue as your hips bucked lightly against him, until you pulled his head away by the hair. He groaned at that, licking his lips and hand before wiping his face and arm off with his discarded shirt.

He stripped himself of his pants, leaving his boxers on as he brought his face back to yours, laying gentle kisses against your lips. You could taste yourself on him, and it was one of the hottest things ever. Your orgasm had ripped clean through you, leaving you sated and boneless. The kisses turned slowly back into passionate, hard ones, and he started to grind against you through his boxers. You moaned loudly, getting turned back on, when his face dropped to your neck. He started sucking more marks into you, bruising the skin, and grinding harder into you. “Please, Jake. Need you in me,” you whimpered, trying in vain to pull down his boxers. He hummed so low in his chest it sounded like a growl as he bit your skin, making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain, before pulling off of you and tugging down his boxers.

His cock slapped against his belly, thick, red, and absolutely leaking. It wasn’t the longest you’d seen, but it wasn’t average either. It was so thick you were sure you wouldn’t be able to wrap a hand around it, and it was so red and swollen it looked ready to burst, the veins popping out all around it. You surged forward, taking him in your hand with a groan. He let out a strangled cry, lurching forward like you’d punched him in the gut as you ran your thumb over the very tip.

You stroked over it for only a moment more before he pushed your hand away and started to reach for the nightstand. You told him not to, that you were on birth control, even though you’d just met him. For some reason, you just needed him bare. He licked his lips with a smile and climbed back over you. “Are you ready for me, muñequita?” You nodded eagerly, moving your hips up in anticipation. He placed one hand beside your head and used the other to guide your legs over his hips and place himself into you. He was a tight fit, rocking slowly and rubbing your clit carefully as you hissed at the pinch. You were out of practice, and he was thicker than any you’d taken before. After a moment, he laid his lips onto yours, dipping his tongue into your mouth and slipping it against yours.

The discomfort subsided and you began to whine and rock your hips against his. He groaned like he was all out of air, kissing hard into your mouth as he pulled out slightly and slammed back into you. He swallowed your cries while he picked up a rhythm, slamming his hips into yours so hard you slid up the bed with every thrust. “Look so gorgeous, cariño, feel so fuckin’ tight around me.” He breathed heavily into your mouth, sharing air as he plowed into you. With each thrust, you moaned quietly, struggling to breathe. He reached down with both hands and leaned back, picking up your legs and placing them over his shoulders so he could have a better angle. His pelvic bone was hitting your clit with each thrust now, and you screamed his name as he started hitting that spot inside of you consistently, bringing you closer to that edge rapidly. You felt yourself clench around him, and you felt his cock twitch inside of you. You whimpered, the stretch in your hamstrings increasing as he leaned forward to kiss you again, lips pressing harshly into yours. “Come for me, (y/n). Let go, cariño.”

As he commanded, you immediately reached your peak, clenching around him and thrashing on his bed, his cock still pounding into your g-spot. After a moment, he slowed down and pulled your legs off his shoulders. He pulled out of you, meeting your confused eyes before grabbing you by the shoulder and hip and flipping you harshly onto your stomach. He moved your knees forward and hips up with one knee, slipping back into you easily and picking his rhythm back up. The loud, wet smacking noise filled the room and mixed with the moans from the two of you. He wound one hand through your hair and the other was placed on your waist, pulling you up so he had access to your neck, which the hand that was in your hair came to rest on. The hand that he had around your waist moved down to your clit, drawing hard circles.

You could already feel yourself getting close again, so you whined and ground against his hand. “Fuuuuck, muñeca, gimme one more,” he moaned out, some parts punched out from the force of his thrusts. He rubbed your clit harder, hitting your g-spot harshly with every smack of your hips. You exploded again, screaming out his name as he bit your shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” He cried your name, trying to pull out, but you grabbed him by the back of the neck, holding him in you. He groaned loudly while the pulsing of your center sent him over the edge, clenching around him as he emptied into you. You felt the warm spurts of come fill you up, his hips slowing drastically as he rubbed your throat, letting you drop slowly back into his blankets before he pulled out of you, groaning at the sight of him leaking out of you. He dropped down one last time, scooping it out of you with his tongue, before you pulled your hips away and cried his name. “Too sensitive, please,” you muttered into the pillow, all fucked out. He chuckled behind you, flipping you over delicately.

“I’m gonna clean you up, one sec’.” He murmured, scanning your body before heading towards what you assumed to be the bathroom and emerging with a damp rag. He wiped his mouth and then between your legs, cleaning off the remnants he didn’t catch with his tongue. He left again to put the cloth in the hamper and grab you a cup of water, setting it on the nightstand by his bed. He laid down, leaving the amount of space between the two of you entirely up to you. You scooted beside him, curling into his side and laying your head on his chest.

The two of you laid there for what was probably only one or two minutes before you spoke. “You like steak?”

His head turned down to face you, nodding sleepily. “Why?”

“Dinner tomorrow night?”

He smiled, nodding again and pressing a light kiss to your lips. “A bit out of order, but I’d love to.” You felt sleep begin to tug on your eyelids, pulling you into its sweet embrace even while you were still in his. Soon after, you were passed out in his arms, and he was asleep holding you.

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bloodorangesoup · 3 years

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Ice Cream and Bad TV | B.B.

Request: Late night thoughts : The only porn bucky watches are the ones that come on tv at like 2 or 3 in the mornings. Imagine cuddling up with him on his living room floor, aimlessly clicking around until you stumble upon the channel & he gets flustered & shy about it & you fuck him while porn plays in the background. Like I think it’s so romantic🥺🥺 riding him while the soft glow of the tv illuminates his face. His moans & grunting blending in with the actors 😫😫

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k (this was supposed to be a drabble but I cannot for the life of me control myself)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ | cuddle fucking, unprotected sex(pretend ur on birth control for a sec)(still wrap it b4 your tap it), flustered Bucky, porn talk, the tiniest bit of sub!Bucky for like half a second, fluffy smut, you get the gist

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Notes: I did this in one sitting so sorry if it’s repetitive or has any mistakes. I think I have a major soft sport for flustered Bucky. I also had to think of a realistic name for a TV porn channel so bear with me. This is my first time writing smut in non-headcanon form so let me know how I did! Happy reading!

It was 2am on a Thursday night when your phone rang with your boyfriend's caller I.D. This wasn't the first time that Bucky had called you for this instance, it became a routine for you to talk him down after a nightmare and you prepared to do so when you picked up. Usually the first thing you would hear was his heavy breaths, the anxious buzz in his body making him fumble his words as he tried to focus on talking to you, so you were surprised to be met with still breathing and his typical deep, steady voice.

"Doll? You there?"

"Yeah, Buck, I'm here," you replied with a yawn, trying to sound as awake as possible. Bucky could hear the airiness of your voice and let out a sigh.

"Sorry, baby, I woke you up."

"You say that every time, I don't mind waking up for you. Besides, I don't have work tomorrow so I don't exactly need my beauty rest."

There was a pause. You could still hear static from the other side of the call but Bucky didn't say a word.

"Buck? You okay?" As if you snapped him out of a daydream, his hurried words rushed through the phone.

"Yeah yeah, sorry. I'm kind of out of it right now, I had another bad dream."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You had expected his usual answer of yes, then you would listen to his thoughts and comfort him through the horrific reality that were his nightmares.

"You said you don't have work tomorrow? Do you think you could come over right now? Actually never mind, I don't know what I'm saying, it's 2am." You could practically see Bucky shaking his head as he took back his question.

"I'll be there in twenty, James. You better have some blankets and pillows ready for me because we're taking over your couch."

Bucky let out a breath over the line, "See you soon, y/n, love you."

"Love you more," you said quickly before hanging up, not letting him get in the last 'I love you.'

Forty minutes later you found yourself on Bucky's lap on his living room floor. You two had abandoned the idea of the couch and chose to make a small fort with the couch as your scaffolding. There was a surprising amount of pillows and blankets surrounding the two of you, you had no idea Bucky even owned them all.

He sat with his back against the couch, your legs laid over his and your arms were around his neck, bringing his head down to your chest. He talked about his nightmare, sparing you the gruesome details, and once he was done he closed his eyes and leaned further into your chest, breathing in your scent. You gave the crown of his head a kiss and rested your head atop his. Comfortable silence washed over the two of you before you spoke up.

“You know what always makes me feel better?” you asked, lifting your head just enough to look down at him.

“What?” he mumbled into your chest. A soft smile graced your face at his cuteness.

“Ice cream and bad TV!” you announced excitedly before wiggling out of his grasp.

You did a little jog to his kitchen and reached down into the freezer to grab a small pint of ice cream you knew Bucky always kept stashed for you whenever you came around. Picking up two spoons and turning off all the lights in the apartment on your way, you quickly made your way back into the living room, lifting Bucky’s arms to situate yourself back into your position on his lap. You popped the lid of the small tub and handed it to Bucky along with a spoon. With your hands now free, you felt around in the dark for the remote and turned on the TV.

Waiting for the TV to completely turn on, you ate a spoonful of ice cream. You hummed at the taste of the cold sweetness coating your tongue. You gasped as you opened your eyes, finding Bucky scooping out some ice cream and lowering it to your mouth.

“Oh wait, let me make this cuter!” you squealed with your eyes wide.

Copying Bucky’s actions, you took a spoonful and lifted it to his lips, the both of you opening wide and feeding each other. You giggled at the cliché moment and Bucky couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at how adorable you were.

You turned back to the TV, lifting the remote in your hands to change the channel to anything but the news that was already playing on the screen. As you flipped through sports recaps, music channels, infomercials, and movies that were already almost over, you sighed.

“Ugh, there’s nothing good on. Maybe if I start from the end of the list there’ll be better stuff,” you huffed.

Before Bucky could register what you said you had already typed in the biggest number you could enter and began flipping down through channels. Surfing through the empty screens, you landed on one called HotNet and suddenly the screen was completely taken over by a pair of boobs which then cut to a woman on her back and a man on top of her, rutting into her at a slow pace, while her moans echoed throughout the apartment. You quickly shuffled with the remote, trying to turn the volume down from it’s loud setting, spooked at the loud, obscene noise coming from the speaker.

“Oh my gosh, I wasn’t expecting that,” you laughed into Bucky’s chest, “God, I hope your neighbors didn’t hear that.”

Bucky stared at the screen with wide eyes, hoping you would change the channel before noticing that the channel was in the On Demand section. You gasped through your laugh, collecting yourself before turning back to the TV and shaking your head.

“Jeez, I didn’t even know they still had porn like this on public television.” You looked back down at the remote, clicking the Guide button. Bucky’s heart stopped as the description took over the screen, the video still playing in the top right corner. In bold letters the words On Demand titled the card. Even worse, the bottom of the screen displayed a small box containing the information,

$19.99

purchased with debit card xxxx-9758

You furrowed your brows in confusion, realization slowly softening them, before a mischievous smirk took over your face. You lifted your head to look at Bucky, his face looked down at your lap, refusing to meet your eyes. You tapped the bottom of his chin with the remote, lifting his head to meet your gaze.

“Did you order TV porn, Jamie?” He could hear the teasing tone in your voice, and you only ever used that nickname when joking around, yet Bucky still felt extremely embarrassed. He felt as if he just got walked in on while touching himself. It didn’t help that it was you that saw it, he wanted to crawl in a hole and never look back.

“Ah, you’re blushing,” you squealed as you took his cheeks in your hands, “oh come on, it’s not that embarrassing Bucky.”

“Ugh, can we please pretend you didn’t just see that,” Bucky groaned, closing his eyes to escape your stare. He set down the ice cream next to him and lifted his forearm over his eyes.

You let out a breathy laugh, grabbing his shoulders to stabilize yourself and pushing up to swing your leg under you to the other side of his lap, you straddled him.

“Hey, it’s really not that bad. I mean we’ve had sex before Buck, I think you’d rather have me find this than Sam or someone else.” He let out another groan and lowered his head to lean against your neck.

“Angel, please don’t talk about Sam while you’re on top of me and there’s porn playing on the TV.”

You laughed and ran your hands down his arms, letting one of your hands run up behind his neck and weaving your fingers into his hair. You gripped the back of his head and gently tugged him back up to face you.

“Why,” you sang, deciding to have some fun with him in his flustered state, “is this turning you on?” you whispered the last part.

Before he could respond you leaned down and kissed him. You didn’t bother to start off slow as you usually would, Bucky could taste the hunger from every parting of your lips. His hands gripped your waist, you rocked your weight forwards to rub against him. Bucky’s head clouded, his senses felt overloaded in the best way possible, your movements mixed with the sounds of the moaning coming from the TV were getting him hot. You pulled back before getting too carried away, a smile on your swollen lips.

“So, baby, tell me about it.” You said. It was Bucky’s turn to furrow his brows and he cocked his head to the side in question, mind still foggy from the feeling of you grinding on him.

“What kind of porn do you watch?” you clarified, looking at him like you just asked what his favorite color was.

“Uhm, you want to know about that stuff?” Bucky looked at you with caution, feeling out if he should listen to you or not.

“Well, yeah. I mean I don’t know how it was back then, but most people nowadays watch porn. It’s not super taboo to talk about it,” you explained. You weren’t going to force him to talk about it if he really didn’t want to, but your desire to hear what Bucky was into was strong.

He hesitated for a moment, looking in your eyes and seeing curiosity clouded with lust. He cleared his throat.

“Well, pretty much this stuff,” he gestured with his hand to the TV before putting it back on your waist, “there’s this girl on there, she kinda looks like you, so I buy the videos with her.” He closed his eyes and internally groaned at his words, he didn’t mean to come off so perverted. God, you had already found his porn, the last thing he needed was for you to be thinking he was a creep.

“Y’know that’s actually kinda sweet,” you giggled, “what do you like about those videos?”

Feeling a bit more comfortable knowing you weren’t grossed out, Bucky continued.

“I like the ones where it’s dark and slow. It’s usually quiet and there’s candles and stuff,” he explained shyly. Of all the surprises that came with dating Bucky, you had to admit finding out he was into romantic porn was one of the biggest ones.

Bucky cleared his throat again before questioning you, “Do you watch porn?” He felt almost wrong asking that. He knew that women in this age were more sexually liberated, but the words still felt sticky in his mouth.

“Oh, yeah, of course I do.” Bucky seemed surprised at how casually you answered. He raised his eyebrows, silently asking you to go on.

“Well specifically, I actually really like the videos that are like this,” you said, your head looking down at you straddling him, he followed your gaze, taking in how nice you felt on his lap. You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his chest. Your faces were so close your noses were almost touching. You could feel his rapid heart beat under your palm and the quick rise and fall of his chest. “Do you ever watch the ones that look like this, Bucky?” He looked up at you and nodded with wide eyes, his pupils were blown and his mouth was open like he was searching for the words to respond.

You grasped his jaw in your hand, your thumb on his chin, and looked him in the eyes. You wanted nothing more than to jump his bones, but with the newfound knowledge you had, you took your time with your actions. Within the last five minutes, Bucky had revealed to you not only that he liked soft, romantic porn, but that he also watched a specific actress because she looks like you. The one goal in your head was to fulfill his fantasy the best you could at the moment.

With his head still in your hand, you held your eye contact as you let your knees move out, grinding yourself against his growing erection. He let out an involuntary whimper. That was the last straw. You pulled his face to yours, joining him in a hard, yet loving kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pushing your chest against his, trying to get as close as possible.

Bucky’s dick was painfully hard. He couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of you on top of him. His body felt like it was on fire, he was insatiably horny and couldn’t control the way his hips bucked up to grind with you. He felt like a horny teenager the way his mind was filled only with images of you naked, imagining you like that on top of him like you were now.

You slipped your tongue past his lips, keeping your pace slow as you glided it across and bit at his lower lip. A moan made its way out of your mouth and into his as you felt him buck up against you.

You slid your hands down his chest, fumbling with the hem of his shirt before his arms raised, giving you access to peel it off him, throwing it up on the couch. Bucky kissed down your neck, licking over the shell of your ear, and sucking at the center of your throat. He reached down and slipped his hands under your shirt, sliding up and down your waist before gliding up and lifting your shirt over your head, discarding it with his.

Bucky wasted no time reaching around you and unclipping your bra and dragging it down your shoulders. He cupped your breasts, squeezing them with his large hands before bringing you into another tender kiss. Despite your frantic movements, there was a spark of passion cracking through the air, the both of you desperate to feel each other closer.

You broke the kiss, breathing heavily and resting your forehead against his.

“I wanna make love to you, y/n, please, let me make love to you,” he groaned with a slight whine in his voice. He sounded like he was about to crack.

“Please, Bucky.”

You leaned back on your hands and lifted your hips, giving Bucky the room to pull down your shorts and panties in a few swift tugs. He quickly got up on his knees and pulled down his sweats and boxers, sitting back down and tugging them off his legs. You reached your arms forward, Bucky grabbing a hold of your wrists and pulling you back to straddle him again. You gasped at the feeling of his cock under your bare pussy, your wetness from all the grinding and kissing making you slide over him.

You leaned forwards, capturing his lips between yours and raising yourself up on your knees. Reaching under yourself, you gripped his cock, wet with your arousal, and lined him up with your cunt. Bucky gripped your hips as you sank down on him, using every ounce of self control to stop himself from rutting up into you. You stayed like that for a second, adjusting to the way he filled you. Seeing the remote lying on the floor, you grabbed it and slightly turned up the volume, only enough so that you and Bucky could hear the actress in the video being ravished by her co-star.

Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you began to slowly move up and down over him, riding him just as you had told him you liked to watch. His hands moved up from your waist, squeezing your tits, pinching your nipples in between his fingers. You let out a hiss as he rolled them between his fore finger and his thumb, tugging on and rubbing his thumbs over them. He reached around to grab your ass, squeezing and rubbing your cheeks and you used him to pleasure yourself.

You were a moaning mess over him and he wasn’t much different. The room was filled with the sounds of the porn playing on the TV mixed with the sounds of your own cries of pleasure. If the neighbors hadn’t been woken up by the TV, they sure were by you two.

Bucky sat back on his knees, his hands slid down to your thighs, moving your legs from under them and wrapping your legs around his back. His arms worked their way back up to wrap around your waist, bringing you ever so close. The new angle pushed him even deeper up into you. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, giving you access to all the sweet, desperate sounds falling from his lips.

You were now pushing up with your feet behind him, rolling your hips over his. The new technique made your clit rub over his pelvis, the sensation making you throw your head back and let out a deep moan. He took the opportunity to continue kissing your neck, going lower with every lick and bite. He sucked at your collarbone, leaving a deep purple mark in its place.

Suddenly, he was using his arms to lift you up, not pulling out of you, and laying you down on the blanket-covered floor. You instinctively locked your ankles together, pulling him closer as he thrusted into you. Bucky had his metal arm holding himself up while his flesh one squeezed your breasts, feeling them move with his thrusts. He lowered his head to your chest and licked one of your nipples, grazing his teeth over it before taking it in between his lips and sucking. Your hands flew to the back of his head, singing praises as you wove your fingers into his hair. He continued to alternate between your breasts, leaving love bites around them and sucking on their sensitive peaks.

You could feel your body buzz with anticipation, you were so close. The moans escaping your mouth were lewd and uncontrolled. Bucky wrapped his flesh hand around your waist, lifting your chest flush against his.

You snaked your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up to kiss him. Nothing felt better than making love with Bucky felt. This was definitely not the first time you two had been intimate, but none of those previous times had ever been like this. You could feel the passion flowing through his body into yours. You looked up at his form over you, how beautiful he looked with the light of the TV screen glistening against the beads of sweat on his forehead. There was absolutely nothing in the world compared to having him, in all his beauty, to yourself like this.

Bucky’s heart was exploding in his chest. What had started out as an embarrassing, nightmare-fueled night had turned into the most intimate experience he ever had in his life. Love was already established in your relationship, but Bucky had never truly made love to you. He looked down in awe at your disheveled state, at the way your hair was sticking to your forehead, at the way the only light in the room gave you an angelic glow. He wanted nothing more than to give himself completely to you, to make you come all over him.

He leaned his forehead against yours, pushing his face forward once every few seconds to kiss you. He was close, and he wanted you to come with him. He leaned into you even more, his cheek pressed against yours, his lips next to your ear.

“I love you so much, y/n, God, you feel so good. I love you, I love you,” Bucky’s voice was deep and strained, his words being emphasized by each push into your wet pussy. You let out another loud moan.

“I love you, James,” you whined as he hit your sweet spot, “I love you so much.”

Bucky’s hand wedged itself in between the two of you, his fingers finding your clit and gently rubbing it. You were completely overwhelmed, this is what it felt like to make love to someone. Your body began to shake and your breathing became erratic. Bucky thrusted harder, working to push you over the edge.

“I want you to come in me, Bucky,” you gasped as his thrusts got faster and lost their rhythm.

Your mouth turned open in a silent scream as you came. Bucky felt your walls clench around him, squeezing the life out of him. He let out a shaky groan as he fell over the edge. His eyes shut tight and his body tensed as he spilled into you.

Wrapping his metal arm around your back and securing your body to his, he rolled on his flesh shoulder onto his back. You went limp against him, laying your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat slow down. He was still buried within you, connected to you. Letting your eyelids fall shut, you savored the feeling of being full of him and his love.

You lifted your head to kiss his jaw.

“I’m glad you called me, Bucky. I love you.”

“I am too, doll. I love you more.”

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cowboycakes · 3 years

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Do You Get My Letters

✥ Pairing: Levi x fem!Reader, somewhat Reiner x fem!Reader

✥ Themes: Fluff, angst, sadness, big ass plot twist

✥ Warnings: Female bodied reader (she/her pronouns,) Pregnancy and birth (nothing gory.) Mentions of death, violence, and threats. Manipulation.

✥ Synopsis: You are carrying Reiner's baby when he betrays Paradis. Levi decides to step in.

✥ Word Count: 2.2k

(there is a part two up to this fic, but i've decided i'm going to rewrite the ending at some point.)

Anon's Request: Hi! I saw your requests are open so here I want to give my little scenario a try! 🕳🤸🏽‍♀️ I thought abt this last night, I’m currently rewatching AOT after 6 yrs and yet to finish season 4, so sorry if I’m wrong abt timelines/the plot? My request is the reader was with child with Reiner, but b4 reader told him, he betrayed and exposed his mission. Levi stepped in to help reader. And btw, I just finished watching ep 3 of season 4, so maybe Eren telling reiner abt his child and he regrets leaving the reader? And reiner jealous at the fact Levi is most likely considered his child’s father at that point. I can’t come up with an ending, so I’ll leave it up to you if you do take in my request. If this isn’t your type of writing I totally understand!

Note: This story is canon divergent. It is set in season 4, but in a universe where Reiner is not revealed as a traitor/the armored titan until a few months before season 4 takes place, as the reader was having relations with him until then and did not know his secret. I’m sorry if that change bothers you, I just wanted to write this as sort of its own story. This story contains season 4 spoilers! It also has nothing to do with the canon ending of AOT.

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Dear Reiner,

I hope this letter somehow gets to you, I don’t quite know where to start.

In a perfect world, I would be so happy to tell you this. You’d be ecstatic too, I think. And before you try to second guess me: I’m sure by now, don’t worry.

I’m pregnant.

I guess we weren’t careful enough before you left. I feel like an idiot. And lost. But I’m not hopeless. I know myself, I can make it work somehow. With or without you.

I’m still in shock about you. How could someone so close hide so much? You’re a talented spy I suppose, a great asset to Marley. You made me trust you with my entire life. You made me love every false thing about you. And this is the rude awakening I get in return.

I’ll raise our child to value honesty and kindness, all in spite of you.

Sincerely,

Reader

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The paper was damp with tears after you lifted your pen for a final time. You wished you could just keep the whole thing a secret: go make a quiet life for yourself somewhere else. It wouldn’t be right. Not after all of the dishonesty that man had spewed to you over the past few years. You had to tell him.

The door to the office room you’d settled in to write the letter creaks open. It’s Levi. He looks at your puffy eyes somberly, sympathetic. He was the first person you had told about the entire situation. Not because you were close, just because you needed help.

You fold your letter and stick it into a sturdy envelope. Levi takes it in his hand.

“That piece of shit doesn’t deserve a thing from you. Not a letter. Certainly not tears,” Levi says, using a clean handkerchief to wipe a stray drop from your cheek, “but I am proud of you.”

You take the handkerchief from him, feeling more tears stream down your face.

“Proud? I’m a fucking idiot,” you say through your sobs.

“Don’t even try to pull that self pity shit with me. Things happen sometimes. And you’re strong enough to commit to getting through it,” he responds.

You stand up, pushing your chair out. You look at him as you dry your face off again.

“I’m alone. How the hell am I supposed to do this shit alone?”

“You are not alone,” Levi replies. You’re shocked when he pulls you into a hug. “I’m going to help.”

You had never seen this side of him before. You look at him as you pull away slowly, tears still welled in your eyes.

“Are you sure? That's a big burden, Levi. None of this has to involve you.”

“Not the biggest burden I’ve ever taken on,” he shrugs. “There’s a lot of death around here, Y/N. Everyone is going to be happy about the little bit of life you’re giving us.”

You chuckle. He’s cynical, but he’s right.

He licks the envelope as he walks toward the door.

“Want me to run you a hot bath or something? Is that the type of shit pregnant people need?” he asks.

You laugh, a little harder than normal. It felt so relieving to laugh.

“Sure, Captain,” you respond softly.

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Dear Reader,

I received your letter before the battle in Marley. I actually got to hand it to Reiner myself. He knows everything now. He broke down in front of me after reading it, going on about how much he regrets everything. How he wishes he could change things and be there for you. He begged me to kill him right there.

The world will eventually not have suffering like what you are going through now.

Eren Jaeger

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Your jaw had dropped reading it. He begged me to kill him.

You hand the letter Levi had just delivered back to him. He reads it with a furrowed brow.

“Do you think…” you begin, your voice shaky, “do you think I could send another letter?”

Levi purses his lips, “Possibly. I can ask Jaeger. But right now, you need to bring your blood pressure back down.”

You were over seven months along now. You had found out about your pregnancy late, after being in denial for four whole months. Hange insisted on checking you out after you’d thrown up every morning for a week.

Levi had since gone on a parenting book reading spree; he made you read several of them too. He knew just about everything you needed to do to make a healthy baby: what to eat, what not to eat, how to exercise, when to go to the doctor, etc. It was really sweet how much he cared. You knew it gave him hope, something to fight for, something to come home to.

You were terrified when he left for Marley. You kissed him for the first time when he returned. Just about everyone you knew had to fight. You wished you could be out there fighting with them like you were supposed to. Maybe you could have made a difference.

Levi takes your hand, squeezing it to bring you out of your thoughts.

“What can I do?” he asks.

“Get me a glass of wine,” you grumble.

“Absolutely not.”

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Dear Reiner,

Reader does not know I’m sending this. So keep it that way, or I’ll kill your sorry ass. Or maybe not, you’d probably enjoy that. In that case I’ll get creative.

How does it feel? Being a fucking deadbeat? Is it everything you’d thought it’d be and more? Fucking her and leaving her with nothing, like she belongs in a whorehouse. Reminds me of what happened to my mother. Pieces of shit like you came in and sent her to her death, leaving her kid behind to starve.

I wasn’t about to let her suffer like my mother did. But you were. I’m glad your choices haunt you, Reiner. You fucking deserve it.

I’ll be there for the both of them from now on, doing everything you were never capable of. She’s due any day now, I’m sure she’ll try to write to you.

Levi

---

You feel your first contraction while napping on the couch with Levi. You were settled in between his legs, your back leaning up against his chest. He had his hands on your stomach; he loved to feel the baby kick and tell them some of the happier stories in his memories.

The two of you had grown so close over the past few months. You slept together every night now. You didn’t want to leave each other’s sides if you didn’t have to. Levi would cuddle and massage you any time your pregnant body was ailing you.

You had fantasized with him about life after the war. He wanted to be a husband, a father, to live peacefully in the countryside. And he wanted more than anything for you to join him.

The first contraction wasn’t painful enough for you to make much more than a grunting noise, but Levi woke up the second he felt your stomach contort a bit. He was on very high alert these days.

“Holy… shit…is that what I think it is?” Levi whispers, “Don’t answer. I’m getting Hange.”

He crawls out from behind you and sprints out of the room.

The pain worsens and becomes much more frequent while he’s out looking for Hange. You stand up eventually after getting the urge to walk around - and your water breaks. You start panicking, unsure of how dilated you were and how much time you had left before pushing. You really wished you’d done more than just skimmed through those birthing books right about now.

Levi and Hange eventually come sprinting back into the room with a wheelchair and cold rags to find you whimpering in pain on the couch, trying your best to control your breathing.

You’re rushed down the halls to the Scout’s infirmary, where Levi had made sure the perfect room was set up for you - and it had been that way for two months.

The next hour goes by in a blur. Hange knew the biology of how to deliver the baby, and Levi knew how to coach you. He helped you hold your legs back when you pushed, and helped you count out your breathing. Hange attended to everything that might have made Levi faint, like checking your dilation and making sure the baby was coming out at the right angle. You got lucky having these two by your side.

Through all of your efforts, you finally hear a cry. You look up to see Levi holding your tiny new baby as Hange wiped them clean. He was smiling, way bigger than you’d ever seen him smile before, with tears in his eyes.

“Here,” he says softly, handing her to you.

You cradle her on your bare skin. “She’s so perfect, Levi! Look how sweet she is!” you coo.

“What are you going to call her?” he asks, stroking your hair as you gleam down at your baby.

“I was thinking,” you smile, “Kuchel.”

Levi lets out small gasp. Tears start streaming down his face, his efforts to stifle them failing.

“Really? I think that’s,” he wipes his eyes, “a wonderful name.”

—-

Dear Reiner,

She’s finally here! Oh my god, she’s precious. Levi and Hange helped to deliver her. Labor went smoothly. Levi started to cry when he saw her for the first time. She really is just that perfect. We are calling her Kuchel, after Levi’s mother. He cried when I told him that, too (don’t tell him I’m sharing those crying details.) I've decided to give her Levi’s last name as well.

Levi set up the perfect nursery for us.

If you really did feel guilty for leaving - don’t be. I’m happy.

She has your eyes.

Sincerely,

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

Kuchel said her first word today. Of course it wasn’t mama, she’s such a daddy’s girl. She started crawling awhile ago, we are now working on standing up on our own. She has all of this blonde curly hair, too. She’s growing up so fast.

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

Levi proposed a few days ago. It was so perfect. We found a nice house with room for a farm that will be perfect for a family.

I can only wonder how you’re doing, now that the war is over.

Are you even alive?

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

I’m expecting again. Levi is beyond excited. I am too, of course. Kuchel started school this year. She is such a smart kid.

I still wonder about you. After all these years.

Reader

—-

Message after message, word after word. No response. You had decided he must be dead. The devastation after the war would argue that he was.

That is, until you found yourself rummaging through one of Levi’s desk drawers, looking for baby Isabel’s lost pacifier.

You felt the bottom of the drawer shift. A false bottom?

You pry at it until it comes open.

Letters.

Dozens of opened letters. With Marleyan postage stamps.

You pull out the first bundle you see. They’re all from you. Unopened. Unsent. You set them aside, your jaw quivering.

You pull out the second bundle and gasp.

—-

Dear Reader,

Eren showed me your letter. I am terribly sorry. Let me fix this, somehow. You can come to live with me in Marley. I will take care of you. Please.

I’m not just a traitor, a liar, a farce. Everything between us was real. I can explain everything. Just trust me.

Love,

Reiner

—

Dear Reader,

Do you get my letters?

I’ve only heard rumors about our new baby girl. I wish I could see her. Just once. For a second. Do you have a camera? I know they’re hard to come by in Paradis. I can send one.

I’d do anything to change this. You know I would.

Love,

Reiner

—-

To Levi,

You son of a bitch. I know exactly what you’re doing. You think this is protecting her, but it’s not. Just let her talk to me. She would listen, she would understand. You said yourself that she writes. You manipulative, sick bastard. That is MY child. She will never be yours. No matter what you brainwash her to believe, your dirty Ackerman blood does not run through her veins. She deserves to know. You are the farce, Levi.

Reiner

—-

There were dozens more. All opened. All from Reiner.

You sink down to the floor, tears spilling from your eyes.

You are the farce, Levi.

But, why? He was just protecting you, right?

The office door opens. You jump, shoving the letters back into the drawer.

“Mommy, why are you crying?” Kuchel asks.

You take a deep breath, staring down at the letters, thinking about everything that could have been.

“Are you happy here, Kuchel?”

“Yes!” she chirps, “Every day!”

“Then it’s nothing, baby. Mommy just got hurt. She’s better now.”

Your daughter giggles and skips out of the room, leaving you to hide away the rest of the letters.

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auramindedd · 4 years

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Fixed? Never - SMAU*

Part 3

CorpseHusband x FemReader

Warnings: cussing

A/N: again, any posts with a “ * ” attached to “smau” has writing in it. imma focus A LOT more on just the social media n message perspective, but y/n n corpse meet in this part soooo i had to add some writing :) something else b4 i forget; i’m updating my masterlist and changing it into a directory post that way you guys can also request through a google form! i’ll have requests open at all times unless i get too stressed out or if they overfill. due to me changing my masterlist, there’s gonna be about 6 posts i think. also,, thank you guys so much for 600 followers! i’ve been hitting a bunch of milestones and haven’t been remembering to say thank you, but just know that i appreciate every single one of you... also i love reading y’all’s comments 😭

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You make sure you’re set up before 6 PM, which was probably a mistake. You can’t sit still, you’re starting to get nervous, and you kind of just want to run away to McDonald’s.

Sure, you know Ludwig, Dream, and Rae, but it feels like you’re at school all over again. That anxious feeling of having to be with people while your best friends aren’t around.

You’re leg is bouncing, your nails are tapping on your desk, and you can’t stop running your hand through your hair. It probably looks like a fucking bird nest by now.

You start streaming, deciding that maybe talking to your supporters will make things a bit better.

“Hey, loves,” You greet in a not so Y/N-fashioned way. Of course, the chat catches on, and you’re being called out for it. You can’t help but giggle at the fact that your supporters know how you usually are.

@user: What happened to, “Hey, bitches!”

@user: Ou, someone is nervous.

Yeah, they obviously know you very well.

“Alright, let’s start over.” You clear your throat for dramatic effect because, well, when are you not dramatic? “Hey, bitches!” Yup, even you know that just feels right.

After a while of talking to your supporters, Rae sends you the Discord invite and the Among Us code. You join, feeling your nerves start to come back.

“Y/N!” Rae exclaims in excitement when she sees you’ve joined the Among Us lobby.

“Hi,” You say, shyness lacing your voice.

“Oh my God! The cutest voice.” Jack says. Wow, what a compliment coming from the Jack_Septic_Eye.

You take time to introduce yourself to everyone, trying to calm your nerves.

“Are we gonna start?” Ludwig’s impatient ass asks.

“We’re waiting for Corpse.” Rae explains.

Shit, another person you have to introduce yourself to?

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets quickly, very obviously racing to be the first to say hi to Corpse.

“Hey, Sykkuno,” Corpse chuckles, and woah, the last thing you expected. You can’t help but be surprised, and you know it’s showing on your face. Why? Because your supporters are teasing you in the chat.

“Corpse,” Rae says in a sing-songy tone. “This is Y/N.” And your heart drops to your fucking stomach. Every single time it happens when you have to meet someone, but now your heart is beating even faster because you’re obviously the only one who hasn’t met Corpse. They’re all expecting a reaction out of you...

“Hey, Y/N.” His deep, husky voice says. You can hear the smile in his voice and it helps ease your nerves.

“Hi,” You greet, shyness still lacing your voice.

Corpse chuckles, “So cute.” Now you’re blushing. Great...

Rae starts the game, saving you before the others can start teasing you.

Crewmate.

You’ve only played Among Us once, in a public server with Dream, George, Karl, and Alex, and then you got bullied for not knowing what the fuck to do.

To say the least, you’re pretty glad to be Crewmate and not Impostor.

“Y/N!” Jack shouts, walking up to you. You slightly jump, forgetting they’re playing with Proximity Chat.

“Jack!” You shout back, letting his astronaut catch up to you.

“We were expecting a reaction.” He says, and of course they were.

“Uh, yeah, I don’t know. I feel like he hears it a lot, don’t want to add on to the list of Things People Say To Him Everyday.”

“Yeah, he’s probably very grateful for that.”

“Grateful for what?” Charlie walks up to you two.

“Nothing,” Jack drawls. You’ve just met Charlie, but you know that he’d tease both you and Corpse about one another’s voices.

“Oh, I know!” Charlie exclaims, but before he can say what he knows-

“Okayyy! That’s enough interaction with Charlie for today.” Jack says, and you take that as a, ‘Walk the fuck away now, Y/N!’

You walk around, trying your best to finish tasks, but when it comes to the card swipe in Admin, you want to quit life as a whole.

“Ugh, I fucking quit.” You groan, slamming your hands on your desk. A deep, rumbling chuckle comes through on your headphones.

“Having trouble?” Corpse teases.

“Yeah. I wanna rip every strand of my fucking hair out.”

“Swipe it slower.” And with that, you try again. Voila! Just like magic.

“Well if I would’ve fucking known.” You groan, Corpse chuckling.

“Here, I can help you with the game.”

“Yes, please, I don’t know shit about it.”

“You know, you cuss a lot for having such a sweet, innocent, and cute voice.” Corpse laughs.

“Yeah,” You drawl. “I know, bad fucking habit.” You slap your hand over your mouth. How does someone cuss in every sentence? Get a filter, damn.

Corpse walks around with you as you both finish tasks, explaining how the game works, and giving you tips for when you do end up being an Impostor.

Honestly, you could listen to his voice all day. He’s also really sweet.

“What are you two up to?” Brooke asks, doing tasks in Electrical with you two. Corpse told you to make sure you’re always aware of your surroundings when you’re in Electrical. So, naturally, you’re freaking out, but silently and internally.

“Brooke,” Corpse warns. He doesn’t even have time to finish his warning. Brooke kills him, his body flopping over, the one bone sticking out from the top of his body. Your mouth falls open.

“Hey, Y/N. Let’s be besties!” You don’t know what to do, but ay, #girlsupportinggirls, right? So, you walk with her. She helps you along the way, also telling you tips on the game, explaining how everything works. Then, after about a minute, a whole 60 seconds, Corpse’s body is reported.

“Why Corpse? Such an innocent man with a beautiful voice.” Lud fake cries.

“Get over it,” Brooke says.

“It’s Brooke! Brooke’s an Impostor!” Lud shouts.

“What? No! I was with Y/N for a lot of this round.” Brooke defends herself, and oh fuck, who the fuck do you defend? You’ve just met both of them, one of them will possibly hate you forever.

“Y/N?” Sykkuno grabs your attention, snapping you out of your thinking.

“Yeah, she was. She wouldn’t have had time to kill Corpse. Where was the body?” Well, there you go, potentially ruining yours and Corpse’s blooming friendship. Sad Girl Hour, type beat.

“In Electrical,” Charlie says.

“Yeah, no way she would’ve had to time to kill him.”

Nobody’s voted out. Brooke hasn’t even told you who the second Impostor is so, you don’t know if you should stay with her or not.

As you and Brooke are walking around, or skipping as she sees it, and holding hands, Dream pops out of a vent. Well, there’s Imposter two.

“Woah! Dream, way to out yourself out.” You tease, throwing your head back and laughing.

“Please, you’ve been with Brooke the whole time. Don’t say anything.” Dream begs, making you and Brooke giggle.

“I won’t, I won’t.”

“Thank you,” He starts walking away from you guys, but not without finishing his sentence that you thought was already finished. “Cutie.” And there, finished.

Fucking finished! Tweedle-dee, tweedle dum! Whoopty-fucking-do! Fan-fucking-tastic! A-fucking-mazing!

And of course you’re blushing for the whole 80,000+ people watching to tease you about.

“Oh my God!” Brooke squeals. “What was that?!”

“I’ll explain later,”

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“Y/N, how could you?” Corpse says, offended.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to do.”

“She’s my enemy, Y/N. We were supposed to stick together. I told you some tips and tricks, explained how to be a badass Impostor, everything!” Wow, he’s a good fucking actor.

“I can very well do the same thing, bitch.” Brooke spits, all in a playful manner - you hope...

“Not better than me, bitch.” Corpse retorts, his astronaut getting closer.

•*•*•*•*•

Imposter.

With Corpse.

Great.

Your enemy. Or as he put it, “Enemy who he can maybe, and most likely, will become friends with in the near future.”

“Follow,” He says, and even though he’s your enemy, you do.

“I gotta do my own thing.”

“You don’t know how to do shit.” Corpse scoffs.

“Okay then, what the fuck are we gonna do?”

“Double kills, all the way, but only when we meet up with each other. So, right now, we’ll both go our own ways, but when we see each other again, we’ll walk to a pair and do a double kill if we can.” Corpse explains.

“Brooke told me not to do double kills often. It won’t help get through a game.”

Corpse snorts, “Brooke doesn’t know dog shit about this game.”

“Fine,” You groan, going along with it only because you don’t know dog shit about the game either.

As Corpse explained, you two do double kills every time you meet up. You two managed to get double kills where people rarely go - Shields, Comms, and the top of Cafeteria.

After killing Rae and Sykkuno, the game ends. You made sure to leave Brooke and Dream alive.

“Period, we did that!” You exclaim, everyone else groaning and complaining about how you two should never be an Impostor duo again. “But I still fucking hate you because you hate me!”

“Exactly!” Corpse retorts in the same tone as you.

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420technoblazeit · 2 years

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I’m gonna watch ur elysium stream now is there anything I need to be caught up abt ur character b4? (Like did u appear on other ppl’s streams first and then started streaming)

oh hcrist ok so. here's a speedrun for all of the lore since the end of renn's resurrection arc

vod of c!aster's fever dream (takes place during their time exploring the the world outside of haven. aster meets an allay in their dreams. electron the blue mage also makes an appearance, he's a powerful mysterious guy who's probably not human and no one knows all that much about. a dream version of renn shows up too and aster confronts their guilt about their experiments. prime anst here gamers)

they make a bunch of appearances on other people's stream with invisibility potions. the usual c!aster lurking. they don't chat or interact with anyone but people commonly notice someone lingering with invis on and opening chests and whatnot. theyre very bad at this lux shoots them with a flaming arrow at some point and c!aster gripes about it on kota's law day stream. they also leave lux an angry message and fuck around in his room later

meeting with kota! i don't think kota's uploaded a cut video of this stream yet but a quick summary: aster introduces themself officially to kota and soleil. they also meet up with renn which makes this a breach of their contract with sleep. surely htis will not have consequences. the captain is also there and is vaguely threatening towards aster aster warns kota against sleep, hangs out a bit, and makes friends with soleil. renn mentions finding a copy of themself in their enderchest? wack i wonder what's going on there. aster pays everyone off later to keep this meeting a secret

catching up with the skelly man. this is sleep's first ever lore stream. he finds aster lurking around the anchor vault and they trade insults, the usual dynamic, before going to the castle to discuss aster's responsibilities. aster's very flippant about this and brushes sleep off for the most part before agreeing to move in to continue their experiments under his supervision a fun time if i do say so myself i had fun being an asshole to c!sleep. also important: they mention buildings they found in their time away from haven and figuring out who they were before waking up. their enderchest contents have also apparently changed. they mention asking renn about their enderchest contents and sleep flips his lid general takeaway is aster has had some time to kind of collect themself and stand up more to sleep. theyre also going to be able to continue their experiments in a safer environment

okay NOW we get to law day. i slept in so. this starts pretty abruptly. my computer also overheated partway through so defer to kota's vod here starting at 1:30:00 ish for the rest of it including his conversation with aster. aster sneaks into the law day community meeting and continues brushing shit off, clowning around with soleil, and prodding sleep IMPORTANT NOTES:

this is c!aster's first time meeting anathema so if you're watching the video and youre confused. so are they. according to everybody in haven anathema's been doing some warcrimes, some of which mentioned in the vod include burning down a shop and destroying navn's anchor (sleep said in his vod that he was actually the one to destroy navn's anchor so. he framed anathema on that part)

aster offers anathema some pumpkin pie to get on his good side because they know it's very likely anathema's not as bad as sleep makes him out to be

angel (who's kind of renn's mom) and the captain (knows about aster's shady stalking and fucking around in the castle) both seem on guard against aster. which ofc in turn makes aster a bit paranoid

more soleil and aster shenanigans. they approve of soleil's general fuck this government attitude and questioning of sleep

post law day kota and aster have a chat. aster mentions wanting to trust sleep but cites the arguments during law day as proof that he probably hasn't changed from being a manipulative fuck they also tell kota that sleep has blackmail material against them because they fucked up bad in the past. this is another breach of contract for everyone keeping track. sleep now legally has double rights to kill them on sight if he finds out. kota also explains about anathema. whether or not aster believes him about how horrible anathema is remains to be seen

#haven smp #the pig is streaming what crimes will they commit #the pig squeals

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youngbeezer · 3 years

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6.he teaches me something with Mat brazal maybe teaches you a few guitar chords since he can play acoustic guitar after Jordan Eberle teaching him a bit plus him teaching himself also

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Prompt -- 6. He teaches me something (w Mat Barzal)

A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. Sorry this is kinda late I've been slacking a little. This weekend is gonna be busy for me as well so I'm not sure how many blurbs I will be able to finish...

Thanks for requesting this, hope you like it :)

Word Count: 920

Warning(s): A curse word or two, mention of alcohol,,, ok I know like literally nothing about playing the guitar so if I got anything wrong or it's confusing I am so sorry!!

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“Who the hell are all these people? ” I lean over to whisper into my boyfriend’s ear.

We are currently at one of our best friends, Anthony Beauvillier’s house to celebrate his birthday. There are at least 100 people here all crowded around, drinking and dancing to someone’s playlist. I think I have maybe recognized a total of 10 faces tonight.

My boyfriend Mat gives me a little shrug and then pulls me even closer into his body as two drunk partiers plow their way through us and into the kitchen. I grimace as one of the guys’ drinks sloshes over the brim of his cup and onto my boots. I feel like I’m at a frat party right now, and I am not enjoying it.

“I didn’t know Tito had this many friends.” I remarked.

Mat lets out a little chuckle before bringing his mouth closer to my ear to be heard over the thumping music.

“He doesn’t. He just wanted to look cool.”

I once again scrunch my face up in annoyance when someone goes a little too hard dancing and knocks into my shoulder.

Mat scowls at the oblivious partygoer and grabs onto my hand, dragging me into one of the hallways. Trailing behind him, I watch as Mat begins searching through the few rooms in the hall. After walking in on another couple ‘hanging out’, Mat finally finds an empty room.

I go to sit on the bed while Mat locks the door. I raise my eyebrows at him when he turns around to face me.

“What are you planning to do Mathew?” I teased.

He smirks before replying back, “I just figured you wanted to get away from the noise and crowd. Why? Do you have other plans in mind?” He wiggles his eyebrows as he slowly prances over to where I am sitting on the edge of the bed. I roll my eyes at his antics and begin to search the unknown room.

“Whose room are we in anyway?” I questioned.

“Beau’s.”

“Really? Why does he have a guitar? Does he even know how to play that?”

Mat scoffs. “No. Once again, he just wants to look cool.”

Mat makes his way over to where the acoustic guitar was chilling in the corner of Anthony’s room collecting dust. He picks it up and goes to sit down on the desk chair. It looks like he was just messing around a little, but next thing I know my boyfriend is strumming out beautiful notes on the guitar.

My eyes widen and my jaw goes a little slack.

“What the hell. I did not know you knew how to play the guitar?!” I burst in both astonishment and confusion.

He chuckles a little bit before revealing, “I know a thing or two. Ebs taught me a few basic skills at one point and I decided to try and stick it out and learn a few more.”

I take a moment to admire the sight before me. Mathew Barzal holding a guitar all concentrated and sexy. I watch the way his hands glide along each and every string, zoning in on the veins protruding out with each movement. I watch the way his eyebrows furrow and his tongue just barely sticks out of his mouth in deep concentration trying to remember what Jordan Eberle taught him.

“You’re so hot.” I breathe out.

He lets out a deep belly laugh at my statement. He looks over at me and gestures to his lap.

“C’mere. Let me teach you something.”

I stroll over to where he is sitting and let him pull me into his lap. He sets the guitar on my thigh and guides my hand to the appropriate position.

I feel his breath hit the exposed skin on my neck as he explains each string, “Ok, so the first string is E. Then it’s A, D, G, B, and then E again.” I test out each string as he says the letter. He gives me a little kiss on my neck and then rests his chin on my shoulder. “Now put your thumb right here… Yeah like that. Ok. Then go ahead and strum. That’s B4.”

I look over my shoulder back at him and give him an excited smile. He grins back at me and I notice his gaze lower to my lips. He closes the gap between us and connects our lips together. His lips were warm and soft. They parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside. Just as our tongues start to tangle together fighting for dominance, we are interrupted when the door slams open.

Tito comes strolling into the room in search of something. He flinches in surprise when he notices our presence and lets out a startled, “Oh shit.”

He pauses and assesses the situation before blurting, “Wait! Were you guys about to just have sex in my room?!” Tito yelped.

“Well not anymore,” Mat teased.

I let out a little tut and smacked Mat in the chest as he let out a little giggle. He gives me a quick little peck and mumbles softly against my lips “I’m kidding.”

Tito’s face scrunches up in fake disgust and mutters out, “Keep it in your pants Barzy. We don’t need any little ones running around just yet.” He gives me a cheesy little wink and leaves the room.

I roll my eyes and laugh at our friend's behavior.

Mat pats me on my thigh and gives me another little grin.

“Alright. Now let's try the chord G6.”

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haechansfbuddy · 4 years

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Church

Na Jaemin x female reader

Warnings: dom!Jaemin, Sub!reader, Overstim, Degradation, Unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it kids), Oral (male and female receiving.), Edging.

Based on: Church by Chase Atlantic

You were sleeping at your boyfriend Jaemins house, as his parents were on a business trip, and yours has kicked you of the house long ago.

As you woke up, rubbing the sleepiness off of your tired eyes, you noticed Jaemin, who you had fallen asleep cuddling, had already woken up. Knowing him, he was probably at the gym, so you decided to throw one of his t-shirts on and make him food for when he gets back. As you walk past his mirror, you get a glimpse of how baggy Jaemins shirt is on you, and you picture him wearing it, it hugs his muscles tightly, which is very pleasing to the eye.

You decide to make Jaemin a full English breakfast, since it's your favourite thing about going to see your English relatives. You put full effort into it, you make him fried tomatoes and all. Sadly, there was no leftovers to make bubble and squeak with. Most people think bubble and squeak is old people food, but you happened to quite enjoy it.

As you're plating up the hearty meal, you hear keys in the door, you quickly put his plate on the table with his drink, and run to hug him as he comes in. When he sees you, he smiled brightly, and you enjoy the warmth of his body against yours, although he is a bit sweaty. "Miss me that much? I only went to the gym" he giggles at you. You look up at him pouting, tracing circles round the collar of his t-shirt "I love you." You just stare into his pretty brown eyes for a second, getting lost before saying "I made you breakfast!" He raised his eyebrow at you, confused at why you sounded so excited. He opened his mouth to say something, before you playfully kissed him to shut him up. You covered his eyes quickly and pulled him into the kitchen and saying "tada!" as you let him see again "it's a full English breakfast, even got hashbrowns" you smiled at him again.

He eyes you before saying "for a minute I thought you were gonna let me eat you out" "shower first mister, plus that's desert, you can only have it if you eat your mushrooms like a good boy" He doesn't like your attitude, so he says in a sarcastic tone "yes mummy." You curse under your breath as you watch him roll his eyes. That is, until he trys his English breakfast, and smiles. "You like it?" you say happily. " Delicious, is this why you love visiting your English relatives? " he says. "Yeah" you nod enthusiastically, "plus, if you think this is good, you should try a Gregg's pizza or sausage roll, or any type of British sweets. Also, my English relatives like me more than my parents do" your tone sounds sadder when you say the last part, missing your dad's embrace, and how he always making you feel better when you cried.

Jaemin had finished his breakfast, and he put his plate on the kitchen side by the dishwasher, he caresses your hair and looks lovingly into your eyes. You kiss him passionately, it starts out loving and soft, but it gets rough and lustful. Jaemin puts his hands up your [his] tshirt to grab your breasts, and as his hand travels up, he notices something. "You're wearing nothing but my tshirt" he smirks. He begins to knead your left breast making you gasp, as his free hand travels towards your pussy. He swiped his finger over your wet pussy lips, and pulled away from the kiss, making you whine. "Aww, my needy baby is already this wet for me," he mockingly pouts at you, head going down to face your heat, and you stop him. "I said not until you shower, you have to be a good boy to get your desert" you start fiddling with his hair, waiting for his reaction. He looks up at you. "Little brat" he spat "You're gonna regret this baby" You somehow managed to get the courage to push him away, you knew it would get you a punishment, but maybe that's what you wanted. He looked at you, a mix of anger and lust in his eyes "my little whore needs to stop leading me on, you knew forgetting your underwear would get you sex, you wanted it didn't you? Such a slut" he smirked, thinking this would break you. He was wrong. You decided to piss him off further, you looked at him and said "I'll keep leading you on, if you keep leading me into your room" it was your turn to smirk. However, to your surprise, Jaemin didn't angrily fuck you there and then, he threw you over his shoulder and started upstairs. "Where are you taking me" you enquire, knowing you've put him off his room. "Back to church" he replies. You had know idea what that meant, but you were thrown into the counter top in the bathroom soon enough. He pulled off all of his clothes hastily, and you pulled his tshirt off your body, not wanting anything rougher than what you're already about to receive. You led back on the counter after throwing no shirt across the room. He licked a stripe of your pussy, making you somehow wetter than you already were. You moaned lightly at the pleasure he was giving you, as he sucked and licked your clit. As he started sucking harsher, the knot in your stomach began to grow, you felt your legs shake as he sucks harsher, and just as you're about to cum, he stops. You whine loudly and he giggles to himself. You glare at him, but he takes no notice. "On your knees babygirl" he says in a slightly harsh tone. You drop to your knees, and start giving his tip kitten licks. "The more you tease, the more slaps you get later."

You decide this is gonna be fun, and so, you keep teasing. "One, two" he counts as you tease him for longer. Eventually he gets to ten, and that's when you take him all in, gagging slightly. "Good girl" he says, slightly moaning. He tried to hold his moans back, knowing that it's what you wanted to hear. You quickly picked up on this, watching him bite down on his lips. So you stop sucking and take him out with a loud pop. "What was that for" he says, almost whiny. You, quite enjoying the affect you have on him, lock eyes with him and pout "I like hearing your moans" "20 slaps it is" he replies. You fully take him back in, and as you start sucking, he decided to face fuck you, which makes you gag. He moans in his sexy deep voice. Occasionally letting out low groans, which were like music to your ears. He keeps face fucking you, you letting him take over. You let out a moan at the feeling of his cock in your mouth, which makes him twitch in your mouth. He shoots white string of cum down your throat, moaning loudly as he does so. When he's emptied his load, you make eye contact with him and swallow it. Standing up slowly, maintaining eye contact. "My little sluts feeling brave today, isn't she?" You ignore him "Don't ignore me baby" he says mockingly "I'll have you speaking in tongues" You lie over his lap, ass facing him, before you get into more trouble. "Count for me princess" He gives you a hard spank "one" you moan slightly, your clit pressing against his knee every time his hand hits your ass. "Ten" by now it's started to sting, but the pressure on your clit was worth it. Eventually, you make it to 20, and you turn your head to look at Jaemin. "Good girl" he says "I think you can have your reward now" You knew that what that actually meant was It's technically a punishment but I'll let you cum this time cos you took me so well. But you had no complaints.

You lay back down on the counter, as Jaemin gets on top and pounds into you without a warning, causing you to let out a loud moan. He thrusts faster and faster, managing to get deeper every time. You moan loudly and your breath but he's in your throat when he finds your g-spot. He looks pleased with himself, smirking and pounding harder. You feel your orgasm coming closer. You arch your back and your hips buck as the knot in your stomach gets tighter. Jaemin thrusts harder, repeatedly hitting you g-spot. You lose it, you're about to shut your eyes, but he makes you look at him while you cum. Moaning loudly and your legs shaking uncontrollably, you cum all over his cock and he cums inside you. You're both finished, and he continues to fuck you. He was overstimulating you, and it hurt. "Jaemin" you breath out, tears stinging at your eyes. "We ain't done yet" he says.

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starlight-writes-stuff · 3 years

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SO HEAR ME OUT an nsfw alphabet for draco

hey bestie - im literally so excited to do this (: i have a guilty pleasure of reading nsfw alphabets so u really hit the nail on the head with this request . n e ways , enjoy !

AYO LOOK AT THESE ! : smut (duh but still) , hair pulling , breeding k!nk , unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it) , masturbation , choking , light bondage , praise kink , general adult themes and content so please only read if ur okay with that .

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

draco is the literal definition of a fluff fic after sex - hes so soft and loving and affectionate . if the sex was on the rougher side , draco goes out of his way to kiss any bruises , cuts , or red marks he may have left on you, soothing the sinfully painful spots with soft touches of his suddenly gentle fingertips.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

draco is built like a greek mf god , and he knows it . he’s all lean , toned muscles and his alabaster pale skin only makes him look more ethereal . draco is quite proud of his body and isn’t afraid to show off if needed.

draco literally loves everything about you , and you’ve tried over and over to get him to pick his most favorite - he never does it because he’s a stubborn little shit and refuses to let you think that he values one part of you over any other . finally , you wore him down to coming up with a top 3 : your hands , your hair , and your chest .

your hands as they fit perfectly in his , they brush his hair out of his eyes with a gentleness that melts him every time (and the way you dig your nails into his back or his arms iykyk) .

draco loves your hair mostly because its the exact opposite of his own ; long , thick , and chocolate brown . he’s constantly playing with your hair , whether that's running his hands through it or gently tugging on it to get your attention . he would kill you if you ever told anyone , but draco taught himself how to braid your hair so he would have something repetitive to do to calm his anxiety .

draco loves your chest : he's such a boob guy . he is such a boob guy . even in a non-sexual context , draco loves having his hands up your shirt just feeling how soft your breasts are , the way that he can feel your heartbeat if you’re still enough . when things are getting *frisky* draco loves your tits - in his hands , using his mouth on them , titty-fucking you , literally everything .

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

draco has a huge breeding kink , but is simultaneously terrified of getting you pregnant. he knows that he wants to be a dad eventually , but draco malfoy is the king of daddy issues™ and can’t fathom having a child right now .

that doesn’t stop him from filling you up with his cum every time you guys fuck - draco loves watching your face as you take his entire load , begging him not to pull out .

once he does , though , draco’s head is immediately between your legs watching his manhood drip out of you , fingering it out of you while you whimper at the way he seems to hit all the right spots .

he’s extremely thankful for the tiny , yellow birth control pills that you’re on , and he reminds you every day to take them .

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

draco had never , ever said i love you to someone during or after sex until the two of you had your first time . now , its a normal occurrence for draco to tell you how much he loves you as he thrusts into your pretty , fucked out body . he lets his forehead fall to yours , moaning the words in between heavy breaths as he finishes inside you .

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

draco had a couple of hookups , and a complicated friends with benefits situation before the two of you got together , so he was somewhat experienced by the time you guys finally got down to it . he made sure you felt so good the entire time , using every trick in his book to make you cum around him over and over until he reached completion as well .

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

draco is a sucker for regular old missionary . he likes being able to watch your face as you take every inch of him , watching your facial expressions change and morph under the influence of his pleasure . if he’s eager to feel you - all of you - draco will hook one of your legs over his shoulders , giving him better access to your sex . this is the one instance where draco wont keep eye contact with you : he can't resist watching himself slide in and out of you , coated in your cum .

however

he's an absolute sucker for you riding him , too . he loves to let you take control and chase your pleasure - plus the visual of you bouncing up and down on his cock , eyes rolling back into your head as you hit all the right spots is enough to send him over the edge . if you get tired while on top , draco will gladly hold your hips in place , fucking up into you until you practically collapse into him , entirely taken over by the force of your orgasm.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

intimacy is something that didn’t come easy for you and draco; he’d never been with someone that he actually loved before you . there was a deep intensity to the emotions shared between you two during sex , and draco viewed that time between the both of you as something almost sacred . foreplay , or just general teasing can be silly with you two , but making love is more serious .

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

draco keeps himself trimmed , but not entirely clean shaven , and the hair down there is darker than his signature white-blond locs .

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

(refer back to g but i could talk about this for days) draco is incredibly romantic when it comes to sex . your first time was like something out of a movie - draco had lit candles everywhere , filling the room with soft , flickering light , as well as changing the sheets on your bed to a soft , white cotton . he’d taken his time making you comfortable ; you and draco had talked through all your fears for hours before he laid a hand on you . once you were ready , draco’s touches had been soft and slow and tender all over your body - he’d made you feel like the angel you were . quickly , you learned that draco wasn’t like that just because it had been your first time ; draco made an effort to make sex just as special every time.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

draco was raised thinking that masturbation was a shameful act , something dirty and below him (you literally can not tell me that this isn't true i'll fight it until the day i die . as much as i love narcissa the malfoy family fkn sucks and they damaged draco so bad . anyways) so it’s very rare that he’ll get himself off. when he does , its somewhere where he can quickly get rid of the evidence , such as the shower .

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

while draco makes sex between you two meaningful and special , that doesn’t mean that he’s afraid to be rough (after yall have had a long talk about it before where you gave him enthusiastic consent ofc . )

draco loves to pull your hair or wrap a hand around your throat while he’s hitting it from the back , so much so that he’ll bring your back up to his chest .

he really enjoys a bit of light choking here and there - just enough to watch your pretty face flush with blood , making your moans the slightest bit weaker .

draco loves to tie your hands up above your head while he’s eating you out as well ; it makes you take all the pleasure he’s willing to give , and he lives for the way your body writhes and bucks under his skillful tongue.

you literally can not tell me that draco doesn’t have a praise kink - both giving and receiving . draco loves to tell you how good of a job your doing whether you're sucking him off or taking all of him inside you , and he’s constantly reassuring you that you’re doing such a good job.

however

he fucking loves when you praise him as well (my theory as to why is so fkn sad so we wont go over that here) but that boy lives for you telling him how good he’s making you feel , and when you encourage him nodding and whining for him to go faster . its the one thing that undoes him almost immediately , and he flushes furiously every time you tell him just how fantastic he’s doing .

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

you and draco rarely get it on outside of your bedrooms at hogwarts , or your childhood rooms when you’re home for the summer - but there’s an exception to every rule. draco has absolutely ruined you in the quidditch changing rooms after a rather brutal loss , and he’s the king of shower sex , too.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

praise !! draco loves you telling him how good his dick feels , or his tongue , or his hands . he also appreciates when you’re rather direct with him - telling draco exactly where you want him , what you want him to do - it drives him absolutely insane . hearing such dirty words come from your sweet , innocent mouth kills him , and it makes draco that much more excited.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

there's nothing draco wouldn’t try at least once , but he’s rather uncomfortable with voyeurism. he hates the idea of anyone else seeing your body , watching how you wriggle and whine underneath him as he makes you cum . while the two of you have done it in some questionable locations , draco had made sure that no one could see .

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

while draco loves your mouth wrapped around him , that boy could spend all day between your legs . he's nothing short of obsessed with eating you out , and its one of his favorite things to do for you . he cant help the way it makes him feel - hearing you whimper and moan while you pull on his hair , your back arching off the bed when his tongue flicks in just the right way . he gets a sort of high from it , and absolutely prides himself on making you cum with just his tongue .

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it really depends on the day . draco loves fucking you slow , watching his manhood slide in and out of your pretty body coated in your arousal , but he cant resist fucking you so hard he leaves bruises , either . if its just a regular day , the two of you fall somewhere in between , a perfect mix of rough and sweet .

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

draco loves a good quickie every once in a while ! sometimes he needs a release , and your body is his favorite vessel . usually quickies are where the two of you get a little more risky - he’ll grab your arm , pulling you into an empty classroom or the shower and take you then and there .

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes and no . draco would try anything and everything , especially if you asked him to , but there are some things that are a one-and-done for him . the two of you are good at talking about that stuff - if something made one of you uncomfortable , the other would understand 100% . its all about the balance of boundaries and still being adventurous.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

draco would fuck you all day if you would let him . he can make you cum many , many times before he’ll allow himself to even get close , and even then his stamina is through the roof . he can go at least 3 rounds if not more , and switch positions as many times as you’d like .

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

while draco doesn’t mind you using toys on yourself , they do make him slightly jealous . you gently tease him about this sometimes , how he works himself into a sulk over an inanimate object - however, that usually leads to your hands tied to his headboard , draco holding a vibrator on your clit until you can’t take anymore orgasms.

you two have expirimented with using your vibrator during sex , but draco much prefers playing with your clit over using an outside source , and seretly , you do too . he’s amazing with his hands , and rubs tight , fast circles onto your sensitive nub while his hips snap against yours only intensifying the sensation .

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

draco loves to tease you - he likes to watch the way you come undone under the slightest touches of his hands . very rarely does he tease you for long - he can’t resist giving you what you want , what you’re begging him for in that high , breathy voice .

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s a loud motherfucker all the time , and the bedroom is no exception . draco’s moans are music to your ears , and they turn you on more than anything . his already rough voice only gets raspier , and deeper , too . he loves to talk dirty to you , but as he approaches his orgasm , he can barely form full sentences . his cocky pillow talk turns to almost desperate moans and whimpers as his thrusts get sloppier and quicker , his hips snapping against yours hard . his groans as he cums are heavenly , especially since he’s usually buried his head in your neck or dropped his forehead to yours by then .

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

we all know that draco have a superiority / god complex (as he should 😌) , and this manifests in the bedroom - you would’ve never known , though , if it weren’t for a complete accident . you and draco had been studying together , and he’d asked one of the yes or no questions written on a flashcard . not thinking about your actions , you’d answered the question with “no, sir” - then physically felt draco’s entire body stiffen underneath you . you’d picked up on it immediately , blood flooding your face as you’d asked him if he liked it .

yes , he did .

he loves when you call him sir as he’s fucking the life out of you - like , he has to stop himself from cumming on the spot .

when you want to fuck with him for whatever reason , you’ll jokingly call him ‘sir’ in front of your friends

you’ll pay for it later , though

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

mans is built in every sense of the word . draco is quite well endowed , which was something that took you a bit to get used to . he was never one to measure - it just seemed wrong to him , like he was doing something dirty - but by your estimations , draco is about 7 inches . he’s thicker than most , too , which only adds to your pleasure .

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

draco lives in a constant state of horny™ . he can’t help it - something about you brings out his most primal instincts . he’s so in love with you and your body that he can rarely keep his hands off of it , but he knows how to control himself . he tries to match your sex drive ; when yours is high , his is too , but he doesn’t mind waiting on you to give him the green light if you’re libido has been lower .

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

its safe to say that the both of you are extremley tired after sex - its quite the workout . draco is so soft once he’s finished , and he would live in that post-sex haze forever if he could ; he’s all sweet kisses and skin-to-skin contact , but he’ll usually wait until you fall asleep on him before he can drift off . something about making sure that you’re comfortable enough to sleep on him fills draco with a sense of immense pride . once you’ve fallen asleep, depending on how vigorous everything was , draco will usually fade pretty soon after ; on the off chance that he still has some energy , draco stays up and watches you . he looks at you as if you were a piece of art , usually following the soft lines and curves of your face with a gentle finger ; admiring you like the angel you are .

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