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kosmo-mckogane · 2 years

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speaking of Tobey Maguires Spiderman Shiro should have his backstory?? maybe not the web-out-of-wrists aspect of the thing since that's Allura's thing but like, he got it on accident? and then he grows into the character, discovers this kid he's taken in (Keith) got them somehow too? but maybe he's retired or MIA after losing his arm so he's just a mentor atm - then Keith needs help and then he just realises. he needs to do this. and then he meets Adam-deadpool... (Spiderman anon :)) )

OKAY SO shiro is keith's brother and a scientist at an oscorp-type place - let's call it altea - which allura's parents used to own before they died in an "accident". back when they were alive, when he was in high school, he used to work as an intern there.

he worked there with his friend adam who is also extremely smart and an aspiring scientist! they've always had a kinda will-they-won't-they thing going on... 👀

anyhow, shiro was a favourite of alfor, since he was seen as one of the smartest kids of his age, so he was allowed access to alfor and melenor's own special branch of research (the spider dna research). though, shiro doesn't know what exactly it is for, rather than the basic concepts they're using. mainly, he knows that they can trust him with it and could use his help, smart kid as he is.

now, it has been made abundantly clear since the beginning that info of this experimentation shouldn't under any circumstances fall into the wrong hands

surprise! it falls into the wrong hands.

alfor and melenor had decided to trust some of their closest friends, zarkon and honerva, with their latest breakthrough.

this, shockingly, is a mistake. zarkon and honerva have other visions for this power. this... conflict in interests, shall we say, eventually results in a tasm situation where alfor and melenor pack up their shit and leave on a plane in a rush, leaving their daughter allura behind with coran. before they go, they tell shiro to gather what's left of their research and dispose of it. this is when they tell shiro the infamous "with great power comes great responsibility" spiderman line.

so! honerva goes after alfor and melenor and thus the tasm-esque plane crash scene ensues where alfor and melenor die and honerva is missing, presumed dead.

meanwhile, in his frantic attempts to clear the lab, shiro ends up getting bitten by one of the spiders from the experiments. what's more, zarkon has come after him, and, with shiro's newfound powers that he struggles to control, a fight ensues wherein half the lab explodes, shiro saves dozens of people from the explosion before losing his arm, and zarkon is badly injured and later said to have died in hospital. shiro is lucky for the spider bite, or else he'd have been a goner.

now, let's back up a bit and talk a little in terms of shiro's situation. shiro was an orphan, and lived with his grandfather until he died when he was 10. after that, he was a foster kid.

shiro likes his foster home well enough, but he's been through quite a few and hasn't formed much of an attachment to any of them.

however, he does have people who he considers family. coran used to teach science at his high school as well as being a scientist at altea, and shiro was quickly taken under his wing. he's like an uncle to him!

he met keith when he was visiting a middle school as an ambassador for altea. shiro talked to him a little, and liked him immediately, but keith's teacher warned shiro that he was a troublemaker.

consequently, keith stole the car shiro had borrowed from altea, shiro took him under his wing and they've been brothers ever since.

as for allura, her parents used to bring her into the lab sometimes, so she and shiro knew each other through this.

and of course, there's adam, his best friend and crush who he's held a candle for since high school.

and thus, after the "accident", shiro is taken in by coran. he gets a prosthetic arm, and having finished high school, he gets a job at altea, courtesy of coran who now owns the place. adam starts college, and he and shiro (finally) start dating.

and so shiro does spidey stuff for a couple of years before he has some of bad experiences, and then takes the decision to quit it at 21. this decision comes from a culmination of things, not least from he and adam having conflict in their relationship and deciding to break things off.

fast forward a few years, news of new spideys in town starts to take off! shiro, naturally, is extremely shocked, does his digging, and finds out about keith and allura's identities. with this, he becomes their mentor. however, it's when lance gets his powers too, and they're all really in need of some guidance, that shiro finally realises, it's time for him to step into the suit again, and bring this team together.

leading to a reconciliation with adam as deadpool and a LOVELY exes to lovers dynamic.... but we'll leave that for another post 👀

#ask #spiderman anon #spiderman au #takashi shirogane #voltron #adashi #klance #(for atention x)#sorry omg i completely veered from the initial direction of this ask DJSJDJ and i did say a lot of words so. apologies.#you got me thinking tho!!! i absolutely love this au thank u for getting the cogs turning in my head and sorry for the long post 🥰💜💜#long post #and not proofread SORRY

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ghostlyferrettarot · 3 days

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nocturn-warrior · 1 month

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Like poppies with seed

Feyd Rautha x reader

Rating: smut, smut, smuuuuttt

Warnings: pregnancy sex, lactation kink, detailed descriptions of body parts, Feyd calling reader his breeding cow, Feyd being extra horny for reader's body. Heavy, heavyyy pregnancy kink.

Summary: Feyd is more than proud in show you off while carrying his child.

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In the last months of your pregnancy, you are sore. Your ankles are hurt, your back aches, subtle waves of sleep hit you and all you want to do is snuggle in your bed, waiting for Feyd to come back from his duties.

He doesn't allow you to roam around the palace without his company. It sounded frustrating but necessary. You called atention everywhere you go and Feyd couldn't bear anybody looking at you for so much time.

Specially his uncle; he knew how the baron's mind was, and radiant as you looked, he wouldn't hesitate in use you for his own pleasures. The very thought enraged Feyd deeply. You were his and his alone.

That was the reason he made sure to keep you by his side: to claim you as his. To show every single person in Giede Prime who bred you so nicely, and who you belonged to. He had a cocky grin in his face everytime you went out in public.

Night has come and it is almost dinner time. After taking a warm bath, you admire your form in front of the mirror that covers half of the wall.

Caressing your bump, you think about Feyd and how he enjoys kissing your belly, knowing his child is developting in there. It's a repent change in his behavior, but Feyd became sweeter with you.

Sweeter like the male of a feline species protecting his female from others that could possibly take her, but it was still sweeter than the Feyd you knew, that would barely show his emotions unless they were adrenaline in a sword fight or that devilish grin when he urged for sex.

Laid on your bed was the dress he chose for that night. A long and extremely form fitting grey dress with long sleeves. For a while you doubted that piece of cloth would fit your pregnant body, but the fabric stretched perfectly to your size and was comfortable as well.

It puts in evidence your swollen breasts that doubled, maybe tripled in size; your huge bump; your luscious hips; your butt and your pussy. This last one made you a little bit embarassed. Sometimes it seems like Feyd in fact likes when people stare at you, as if he wanted to show you like a trophy.

After combing your hair, you wait for the knocking on the door indicating you should leave your chambers and meet Feyd. Usually he is busy with his duties until dinner, so a female servant leads you to one of the enormous hallways connected to the dinning room.

Today it wasn't different. When you heard the knocking, you opened the wide doors and the pale bald lady was bowing at you in reverence before guiding you.

You walk with a certain dificulty through those dark corridors, almost panting. The servant asks if you are feeling alright and you smile in ressurance, arching your back.

In the end of the hallway the lights from the dinning room can be seen and project a familiar shadow standing still. Feyd waits for you with his arms behind his back, he is eager to see you in the dress he ordered for a tailor to produce.

Even from a far, the sight of you makes his cock tingle. You walk slowly, hips swaying from side to side. Heavy swollen breasts are full of milk and bouncing as you walk. And under your round belly, the outline of your pussy seems to send aphrodisiac energies towards Feyd. The lips are perfectly marked and urging to welcome Feyd's penis.

He can't contain an evident erection as you approach him, smiling sweetly with your doe eyes, hands folded in front of your body. His piercering gaze directs to the servant who understands he'll take care of your from that point.

The na-baron's expression changes into a smile, looking down at you. He settles his hand behind your back and slips it down to your butt, giving it a good squeeze and then an audible slap that echoes through the hallway. You gasp instantly, and Feyd delights at the sound biting his lips.

"You look extra hot this night. I wonder who chose this dress..."

The man comments ironically, placing back his hand behind your back and guiding you to the dinning room.

Entering, you see the Baron eat his enormous amount of food. Rabban is two chairs away from him, leaving them to Feyd and you. You can't handle sitting next to the Baron, specially when he is eating. The sounds he makes are disgusting and your guts are way more sensitive now. Feyd then pulls the chair for you in the other extremity of the large metal table. Five generals watch you enter and sit, their eyes are glued on your body.

Before accomodating himself, Feyd looks piercingly at everybody and specially Rabban, who have always been more a rival than a brother. The thought of showing you round with his child who is to be the heir of Harkonnen, putting in evidence who Baron Vladimir prefers, amuses Feyd although his uncle's aprovation means nothing.

He takes a seat by your side, he places one hand on thigh, softly kneading on it very closer to your core. You press your thighs together trying to ease the crescent wave of horniness inside your cunt. With his free hand he serves you your vegetable meal once you refuse to eat the undercooked meat the Harkonnens appreciate. You barely touch it though. In the last weeks, you've been feeling like your intestines are being compressed and the leak of apetite starts setting in.

Plus, Baron Vladimir looks at you mischievously while chewing on his food. You start to feel uncomfortable, and once Feyd finishes his meal, you poke him with your elbow indicating you are ready to go. The Baron doesn't allow a woman to speak at the dinner table.

Feyd obligues, guiding you through the hallways back to your chambers. He made sure to let you walk in front of him, so he could get a better view of your butt and hips swaying as you walked with dificulty. His cock was hard, he wanted to take you right on the hallway and sink his face into your cunt, tasting your sweet nectar. And on the other side, you could feel Feyd's gaze on you, his bird of prey-like eyes reached you like lazers and your pussy was starting to get wet.

Blasting the doors of your chambers open, you plop yourself on the bed, taking a deep sigh and making fun about your back pain. Feyd was not interested in it, his eyes were glued on your body, admiring how your full breasts were squashed against your bump like a shelf. You looked like a sort of fertility deity, that way. He wanted to attach his lips onto your nipples and drink your sweet milk while fucking you.

He takes off his boots and coat, the matress shiftin with his weight as he sits by your side.

"Stand up"

He orders.

"But Feyd, my back--"

"I said stand up. In front of me"

His tone is more serious now, and you do as he asked, standing up with dificulty and looking down at his sitting form, anxiously playing with your fingers. You knew that tone very well and horniness was taking over you.

Before asking anything else, Feyd looks at how your dress snuggles to every protuding part of your body, your braless nipples were hard, jutting agains it and he unconsciously leaves a soft moan before ordering:

"Take the dress off"

Immediatly you try to reach down towards the hem of your form-fitting dress, but the volume of the belly gets in the way, so Feyd, still in his position, leans forwards a bit to glide up the fabric until your hands could reach and you could do the work yourself.

Slowly your bare skin starts to show; your perfect pussy, your swollen belly, and your bouncing tits that jiggle deliciously when the snuggly fabric releases them. You throw the dress away, waitibg for his next commands

Feyd's cock is so erect it could rip off his trousers. The man spreads his legs a bit and pats his muscular thighs.

"Sit here"

You take a deep breath and do as Feyd said, he balances you on his thighs and rests his broad hands on both your hips. Slowly, he starts to massage the small of your back. His touch is firm yet gentle. Soft grunts leave your throat as he kneads on your skin. Feyd's eyes are glued on your face, fascinated by your relieved expressions. He feels your wetness dripping down on his trousers and wetting the fabric of it. If you are so turned on only by this, imagine when he actually fucks you?

The other hand skims from your hip up to your breasts. He tucks his hand in the space between your pregnant belly and your heavy tits, before lifting one them up and making it bounce on his hand. The sensitiveness of your sore breasts makes your nipples painfully hard to the point a little drop of milk starts to form and drips on your skin, gliding down the curve of your belly.

"Look at those breasts... so plump and full. I barely touched them and they are already leaking."

Feyd squeezes one of the breasts firmly, making you gasp in surprise and pleasure. It squirts milk right on his muscular chest, and the sight of the white liquid graciously running down like a tear amuses the man.

He can't contain the urge to suck your aureola full on his mouth. His plump lips quickly attach to your nipples, making your core ache in heat. Feyd moans as he chuggs on your milk voraciously, and you unconsciously start to rut against his thigh in order to ease the state of overstimulation you've been put on by your husband.

You rest your arms on both his shoulders as he delights on the fluid. One of his hands glides down to cup the underside of your belly, massaging it. With the sensitiveness of your skin, his touch on the area makes you rut even more thrustfully against his muscular thigh as his feet are firm on the ground so you wouldn't lose balance.

You arche your back as you get off on his lap, the fabric of his trousers are completly soaked by your cum now. Feyd releases your breast with a loud pop and smirks mischievously at you, remainings of your white milk can be see in the creases of his black teeth.

"Look at the mess you've made on my lap. You are desperated, aren't you? You are desperated for my cock to penetrate this thigh pussy of yours. When this one is out, i will breed you over and over again."

He rasps, softly poking your swollen belly before he guides you to the center of the bed, all on fours. You feel heavy, your bump touches the sheets and your tits hang slightly.

Your husband zips down his trousers and underwear, revealing his huge pink cock which is so hard that reaches his bellybutton. Feyd moans, you feel the matress shifting with his weight as he kneals down, hands placed on your hips. He gives your ass a big slap and watches you squirm in overstimulation.

"Who is my breeding cow?"

He asks you, hand playing with the lips of your pussy.

"I am"

You babble, eyes shut and core aching for his cock. He smirks and slaps your butt again.

"Say it again. Tell me what you are. Tell me who got you pregnant"

His words make you moan before answering and Feyd waits with his hand ready to smack you again.

"I-i am your breeding cow. Feyd Rautha got me pregnant, and i belong to him. And i am ready to be bred as many times as he wants"

"Nice..."

Says Feyd before comming closer and slowly inserting his cock into your pussy, leaving you completly desmantled. You moan loudly with the thrust of his hips, breasts sagging and bumping against each other with his jostling movements.

The position is not one of the bests due to your body pulling you down, but you are too overstimulated and pleasured to move or ask Feyd for another position.

Though extremely horny for your body, Feyd doesn't want to hurt or make you uncomfortable while with child, so he lifts up your belly once you start to complain about the heft. Having the hands of your husband over your bump is an enormous turn on, and you are starting to cum again.

The thrusts get more and more fast, grunts of pleasure leave Feyd's mouth as your cunt makes loud squishy sounds with the in and out of his cock.

"I am comming..."

He lulls his head back, thrustring his large cock into your tight hole, both your faces are hot, sweating with the waves of pleasure that prologues the orgasm.

Soon, you feel Feyd's warm sees filling up your cunt and he growls loudly, a large amount of sperm oozes from your hole mixed with your own fluids, falling into the bed.

Panting, Feyd helps you to get out from your position, laying your back on the plush pillows. Your legs are spread, head fallen to the side as the frantic rise and fall of your lungs are visible.

Feyd stands up with his legs shaky and grabs a grey towel and rubs it on your core, wiping off the excess of sperm. He throws the towel away before covering you with the blanket and laying by your side, his broad hand rests on your belly as you lean closer to him, resting your head on his muscular arm.

With a shaky voice, you playfully say:

"Thank you for breeding me"

#feyd x reader #feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha x oc #feyd rautha x you #feyd rautha imagine #cw lactation #cw pregnancy #cw breeding #cw body mentions

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httpwintersoldier · 10 months

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『 do it for me, doll. || bucky barnes x reader 』

pairing: pornstar!Bucky x f!reader words: medium summary: when life gets hard after the Avenger's disbandment Bucky has to find a new occupation, and you find it too.

『 part 2 』『 part 3 』

With the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D basically gone, the income of the remaining members was up to them entirely, and sadly, given Bucky's reputation and very recognizable appearance, many employers were reluctant or even scared to hire the man.

He had found some jobs, however he'd quickly get fired after complaints or after customers stopped showing up out of fear.

It was a tough life for Bucky, learning to live in this completely new world, while also being painted as a monster despite all of the heroic acts he had done over the years... It made living life almomst impossiblle.

However, he didn't understand. Peter had taught him how to use social media years prior, since he was tired of having people ask for his "@" and then laugh in his face when he didn't know what it was, and according to the people on said social medias, he was "a total DILF", "a 10/10" and "adorable". Bucky did have to ask for clarification on some terms, but after a while he got the gist of it, and appreciated the compliments. But why was it that he was so loved online yet so hated in real life?

The struggle in job searching ceased when someone bravely suggested that he should do porn. At first he was shocked, thinking it was rude for "BuckyInMe_69" to even suggest such a disrespectful thing, but then he began considering it.

Money and compliments in exchange for undressing? What was the worst that could happen? Harassment and constant disrespect? Bucky already got plenty of that on a daily basis without getting his cock out.

After considering it for several days, and trying to find any other job that would take him, the soldier said fuck it, and began researching about his new job. Where to go, where to start, what to do...

Bucky soon found out that he was an absolute natural. It was awkward at first, as he himself was quite an awkward person at times, but his naturally flirtatious personality and eagerness to be adored worked in his favour.

The only downside was the conversation he had with his co-worker-turned-friend Sam when the news reached his side.

"Bucky why are people sending me pictures of penises saying it's yours? Tell me this isn't your dick on my screen."

The soldier just laughed and told him it was payback for all of the Red Wing taunting.

He loved the money, but most of all he loved the compliments and appreciation. It was a nice contrast from all of the insults and judgement he got, and he felt like he could open up more and be himself on camera.

On the other end, you stared at a "Sign-Up!" screen on your computer, wondering if you were desperate for sexual gratification to the point of joining porn live streams. And the answer, as you soon found out, was yes. Yes you were.

After making the account your teeth played with your bottom lip as you searched through the plethora of options, when a certain someone caught your atention.

Was that... a metal arm? Were they cosplaying as Bucky Barnes? That would've been messed up... But as you brought the screen closer and squinted your eyes to look at the man on the thumbnail you realized it was actually THE Bucky Barnes. On a porn site. Livestreaming.

You clicked on his livestream (just out of curiousity, of course) and were instantly met with a view you could've only dreamed of.

Bucky was on a chair leaning back, his torso fully on display, tanned and shining, and his thighs just barely showing, covered with a pair of tight shorts that left little to the imagination.

He smiled and greeted everyone with the cutest voice, and for a second you forgot he was once a prominent assassin.

As luck would have it, he had just started streaming and there were very few people there, so, without thinking, you went ahead and booked a private session, before someone else "stole" him away and robbed you of the view.

Fuck. Shit. Fuck, dammit. It was only when Bucky raised his eyebrows and spoke that you realized what you had done.

"Wow, a session so soon, I didn't expect it! To the lovely fan that bought the session, I'll meet you in my private room, to the rest of you, I'll see you soon!"

With a click from his side, the screen turned into the thumbnail picture, with a white text on top that said "Private Session Time! I'll be back soon".

You stared at it for a while before realizing that he was waiting for you and you should probably join the session.

You took a deep breath (or several deep breaths) before joining your 20-minute session. You pressed the big golden button and the screen that once was locked, turned into an image of Bucky. The camera angle was lower, so now you could fully see his body from the head to the knees, and the shorts he wore were long gone, now replaced by a pair of tight grey boxers that perfectly showed the outline of his hard-on.

"Hey doll, how are ya?" He greeted, when he noticed the company had finally joined.

"Good, how are you?" You typed nervously.

You watched as his eyes moved to read the chat. Your thumb was in your mouth and you nervously bit your fingernail, anticipating the response.

"I'm doin' good princess. We got a shy one in our hands, do we? Are you gonna let me see you?" He questioned, his hand finding his crotch area.

You looked around, wondering if you should do it, and you just figured fuck it.

You placed the pc in front of you, a little farther away, so the camara would catch everything below your neck. You then knelt in front of the pc and turned it on.

You were shaking as you did so, but the way Bucky spoke, in such a gentle, soft yet sensual manner instantly put you at ease.

"You look gorgeous, doll."

Bucky stared at your hardened nipples, that were protruding in the very short nightgown you wore.

"Thank you."

The Soldier smirked, he could sense your nervousness from the quietness in your voice.

"Lean back for me doll, and spread your legs, I wanna see how wet you are."

You obeyed him, slowly stripping from your panties, and leaned against the headboard. You spread your legs, giving him full sight of your pussy.

When you looked at the screen he had rid himself of his underwear too, holding his hard shaft with his mechanical arm. The view was so hot and erotic you swore you could cum just at the view.

"You're so fuckin' pretty doll, can you touch yourself for me?"

Your hand sneaked down your body until your fingers found your clit and began slwoly rubbing circles.

"That's a good girl, I wanna hear how pretty you sound."

His pretty blue eyes were half shut, filled with lust as he began pumping his cock.

"You look... really good." You said, shyly.

That got a smile out of him and he brushed his hair back with his free hand.

"Yeah baby? You like to see me jerk off to you?"

"Yes... Yes, I love it." You admitted, your hand speeding up subconsciously.

"Why don't you finger yourself for me doll?"

You slowly inserted two fingers in, stealing a loud moan out of you.

Bucky's hand sped up at the sight and at the sound.

"Shit if you sound this good now, I can only imagine how you'd sound if I was inside you, fucking you until that pretty head of yours could only think of my cock."

Your head hit the backboard the second you heard those words, and your hand sped up.

"I wanna hear you too, please Bucky." You begged, and his cock twitched at the way you called his name

Grunts and whimpers instantly left his mouth, and his chest began heaving.

"You're doing so good... so good doll."

You added some speed to your hand and added another one, that circled your clit.

Bucky couldn't cum, since he still had a livestream to get back to after your session, but the sounds your fingers made fucking your own pussy made it hard for him not to say fuck it and cum for you.

"That's it princess, you sound so good right now, I wish I could fuck you until you couldn't move your legs anymore."

"Oh my- fuck! Bucky I'm gonna cum."

He smirked, as he could now slightly see your face, bottom lip trapped between your teeth and eyebrows furrowed with pleasure.

"That's it princess, cum for me. I wanna see you cum."

His words were like a command, and so you came in front of him, with a cry for his name, your legs shaking from the thrill of the experience.

The timer on Bucky's side signaling the session was over had rang about five minutes prior to your climax, but he was obsessed with you, and wanted to make you cum more than he wanted to go back to the live.

He hung out for a second, still stroking his cock, allowing you to catch your breath, before speaking up again.

"Alright doll, our time's up and I gotta get back, but I hope to see you here again." Bucky said, a playful smile on his lips, and an enchanting look in his eyes.

You covered yourself, suddenly feeling very exposed, causing the man to laugh inwardly.

"You might. You might..."

"I'm hoping I do princess."

Those were the last words you heard before he disconnected and went back to the live. You sat there, cathcing your breath still, and thinking about the past twety-something minutes.

How was it that the best sexual encounter you'd ever had was with a man that wasn't even in the room with you!?

A/N: if this pops off and people are interested I can make a part two!

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thebestofoneshots · 23 days

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Hi love just wondering when the priest Remus fic will be out? I LOVE LOVE your writing and I am so excited for this one

I truly hope It's this Friday! Especially with the GC chapter we're going to have, I feel like you guys deserve a little compensation. If I can't manage though, it will surely be next week.

Now, and to build more excitement, a little teaser:

NO SWEETER INNOCENCE THAN OUR GENTLE SIN | TEASER

Pairing: Priest!Remus x reader Prompt: You did not want to go to church that day, but your spirits are uplifted when you meet Father Remus, and your mind starts creating a mischievous scheme, to both retaliate over those years of being forced to go and take something from them. Alternatively, R is really mad at the church and decides to steal one of their priests for it (but also kind of falls for him). Warnings: The complete story will contain smut. Innocence! Kink, allusion to fingering and self-pleasure. Reader is seducing a catholic priest and has a bit of a corruption!kink. Smut under the cut.

After the mass was over, you waited a few minutes before leaving the church “accidentally” bumping into him again. “Remus,” you said with a smile. “We seem to continue bumping into each other,” you added as you leaned closer to him and pressed your cheek to his, making a low smacking sound, and then repeating on the other side. He looked bewildered at the contact. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I make you uncomfortable? I got this habit while I was in France and I still haven’t shaken it off completely.”

“Oh… No, no,” hesitant, bashful, you loved every bit of it. “Not at all, it’s fine. You can greet me however you like.”

“Is that privilege reserved to me, or does every other parishioner have it?” He seemed taken aback by your words. “I’m joking, Remus,” you added and placed your hand on his arm, before pulling it back tentatively. “Your mass was wonderful.”

“Thank you, I’m lucky to work at Saint Gryffin.”

“The way I see it, Saint Griffin is lucky to have you. I mean lots of women come here to see beautiful priest Remus.”

“You think?” he asked. Remus didn’t exactly consider himself handsome, he thought his scars would scare people away rather than attract them. But he sometimes failed to see past them and didn’t pay attention to his beautiful eyes, to his charming smile, to his long lashes, or to his well-toned frame. It was as if he had been craved by Michael Angelo himself, from your perspective.

“For sure,” you replied. “Take a closer look at the way they look at you on Sunday and you’ll see.” He blushed, a deeper shade of red than your Nan had pulled out of him, you resisted the urge to bite your lip and smiled instead. “Today was lovely, I’ll see you around,” you said before waving goodbye and leaving exiting the church.

You went again a week later, Remus would sometimes lose his focus on the bible and look at you instead. That day you had chosen a skirt. Nothing too short or indecent, but certainly short enough to allow your legs to be seen and admired. An older man hadn’t stopped staring at you throughout the mass, and you would have perhaps told him off if it hadn’t been for the fact that Remus had been in a similar position.

Remus’ distraction, his hesitance and his constant turning to you were enough to drive your attention away from the man and onto him. You would smile, and you would nod, and you would pretend to be a supportive little lamb. Innocent, and meek and kind. Just what he expected from you. And it was that Wednesday, the third time that you’d met him, that you realised you had him right where you wanted him to be.

He for sure had a thing for you, be it curiosity, admiration, or a small crush. You had gotten his atention, and you had gotten into his mind. Now all you needed was to have him.

(...)

The next Wednesday you had been late, you had allowed your hair to be slightly dishevelled and your cheeks were warm, despite the autumn getting colder. You had bitten your lips and you looked like you had just gotten away from a dire situation. You’d done it on purpose. When his gaze fell on you he almost stopped talking completely. He staggered to complete his words and you nodded for him to go on. When he was done, he rushed out, and you stayed in your seat. Eyes closed and hands clasping each other, pretending to pray.

That’s when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, he whispered your name. “Are you okay, Little Lamb?”

It took a real effort not to laugh at his nickname. Not because you thought it was stupid, but because you were so far from a lamb that you might as well have been the wolf that ate it. You turned to him, fake distress clouding your features, “I’ve done something terrible, Remus.”

He was kind, almost impossibly so, it almost made you want to stop your plan and leave him the pure man he was.

almost.

“I’m sure there’s nothing you could do, that was as bad as you’ve described.”

“I’d like to confess,” you said. “Would you take my confession?”

Remus seemed hesitant, biting his lip. He knew he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t hear your confession, not when he wanted to maintain a personal relationship with you, not when he’d develop a crush. But it was in your preoccupied gaze, in the small frown that etched your features, in the way your lips curved down and in the bobbing of your throat as you swallowed. How ever could he deny you?

Oh, those thoughts would be the ones that would drag him into sin, nay, not drag, but rather, waft him into it. If Remus hadn’t been so enamoured by you, perhaps it would have proved a harder task to accomplish for you.

“Okay,” he said simply. And helped you stand. Guiding you towards the empty confessionary and sitting in his spot as you opened the door to the other one. It was a narrow place, enough for you to sit. There was a screen dividing the two of you, you couldn’t see him, but you suspected he could see you. And there was a small, square hole in between, enough to fit perhaps a hand. You assumed it was there in case you’d like to give something to the priest, as a thank you.

Remus cleared his throat, and in the most professional way he could muster he said, “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. My child, what brings you to the sacrament of confession today?”

His voice had been different, stronger as if he was trying not to be himself. You loved it. “Father, I come seeking forgiveness for my sins. I have strayed from the path of righteousness and I seek reconciliation,” you let your voice bend and crack near the end.

“I am here to listen, my child. Let us begin with a moment of reflection. Take a moment to examine your conscience and bring to mind the sins you wish to confess.”

You held back the smirk that threatened to appear when he said that, just in case he was actually able to see you. “I have fallen in love with a man I cannot have.”

“Oh, darling,” he said, that was Remus, not Father Remus. You had cracked through his façade and you hadn’t even started. “That is not a sin. It’s happened to the best of us.”

“But it is a sin the way I think of him, Father,” you responded. You heard a sharp intake of breath, but he didn’t speak further. “I have dreamt of him, of his lips, of his eyes with long lashes, the way his hair frames his face, of his beautiful and strong hands–“ Remus tried not to be jealous of the man you described, but everything about him seemed perfect, and unlike himself, he probably could have you. Your beautiful lips, and eyes, focused solely on him. He hated the guy already. “–sliding between my legs, and touching me.”

“Do not speak further,” there was an edge of alarm in his voice. A bit of a broken end to it.

“Oh but Father I must,” you said. “If I don’t I’m afraid I’ll act upon my feelings in the same way I did today while thinking of him.”

“You…” he hesitated. “You touched yourself… Is that why you’re here?”

“Yes,” you replied with a frown, almost a wince, all of it an act, of course.

“Pray Our Father 10 times and–“

“No! Allow me to relate my story, Father,” he tried to stop you. “I must, I must, or then I might go to him and offer myself in a terrible, ungodly manner and then I won’t ever be deserving of the church ever again.”

Frankly, you didn’t even know how you’d gotten so inspired, but Remus relented, nodding and when he realised you hadn’t heard, he bit his cheek and said. “Go on then.”

You sighed, that was a real sigh, you weren’t sure you’d get this far. “I had a dream of him father. He was handsome as ever, and he looked at me, with such kind eyes, with such loving eyes, that when he leaned in to kiss me, I didn’t stop him.”

Remus was already praying for himself. He did not want to imagine you in your bed, your hair sprawled over the pillow and your mind away in a dream, kissing another man.

(…)

Remus’ boner was straining against his pants in a way that was almost painful. He wanted to let go, he wanted to set him free and chase his own pleasure at your words. At how he pictured you in your bed, sweaty and sighing as you touched yourself. You were so beautiful, he found innocence even in the way you sinned.

“And then there was bliss, I thought I was dead and had gone to heaven, but I came back, vision cloudy and disoriented. My bedsheets were sticky with my juices and I had to change them. I’ve been in a permanent state of shame ever since then.”

“Let us pray for your forgiveness,” Remus said. And my own, he thought. Now not only your sheets had been stained, but so had his pants, just from hearing you. You would have relished on the knowledge if you’d had it.

“Thank you, Father,” you said as you stood.

“Pray tell me child, whoever is this man that has you in such an altered state of mind?”

Got him! you thought as you turned your gaze to the confessionary. And almost in a whisper, you murmured. “Well, it’s you, Remus.”

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sunflowerxthoughts · 7 months

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hi!! could you write a remus x reader where rem is just absolutely pining for them? fluffy smutty anything you want i jus love the idea of him being consumed by his lil infatuation <3

Remus has read about everybook he could get his hands on as a kid.

He loved Jane Austen. Alan Poe on October nights. Agatha Christie when he needed something to get trapped in.

He could be seen reading between classes and pranks. At night under the warm light of the lamp on his nighstand until the sun was about to come out.

But if someone were to ask his favorite book, Remus would only have one answer: you.

You and your smile and your rambles. You and the way you always have a kind word for him. Your trips to see him after a full moon just to give him some chocolate and spend time with him.

He was so consumed by you. He loved learning all the details no one payed atention to. He knew how you liked your coffee, because every morning he was busy looking at you, feeling happy that he is gets to share his lifetime with such a sweet creature.

One day, he’d get the courage to official ask you out. But it’s an unspoken rule that you are his and he is yours. It’s all about the stolen glances, the way he’d kiss your forehead, or the way he’d cuddle you when you are in need of some loving. The drunken kisses would sober up into holding hands and showing the world he had finally won.

Until then, you’d have to keep your secret too: that of course, if someone were to ask you, Remus is your favourite book too.

#short and sweet #but god I love Remus #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin concept #remus lupin dialogue #remus lupin fluff

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moonydustx · 10 months

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: a sudden breakup leaves you questioning what could have happened to Bucky, until you discover he just wanted to keep you safe.

Warnings: a little angst, drama, smut ( p in v, f receiving oral, dirty talk) A lot of tears, but with a happy ending. If I left something out, just let me know.

WC: ~ 3k

A/N: Just an excuse to write about make-up sex with Bucky. No beta, sorry for possible errors as English is not my first language. Also, I'm not used to writing smut, but I hope you like it.

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"You need to leave." Bucky asked, without even looking you in the eye.

"What does that mean Buck, did something happen?" you tried to touch him, but Bucky dodged your hands. "What is happening?"

"This mission made me think of many things..." he sat in the kitchen chair, Alpine didn't take long to pass between his legs, waiting for a caress. "I wasn't made for this life, for this." he pointed to the small space between you two.

"Wait, what do you mean?" your voice was already trembling when trying to at least understand what was happening. "Are you breaking up with me? Buck, two days ago everything was perfect, what happened? Please, I need you to explain."

"I already told you, I just..." for a second he looked at your face. The thick tears that ran down your cheeks made him feel his own throat close. He would have a few more reasons to hate himself after that. "I can not do this anymore."

"Is this your best explanation?" you charged and he just shrugged.

The noise of your engagement ring hitting the kitchen table bothered him, but not as much as seeing you walk out the living room door without even looking back. For the first time in a while, it was his turn to allow tears to flood his face.

One month, thirteen days and a few hours.

Maybe it wasn't the healthiest thing in the world to count the dates of the last time you saw your ex, the fateful day he kicked your ass.

You wish you were one of those people that you get over easily, or at least pretend to be by posting happy pictures on social media, but that wouldn't be you.

Your type was more to isolate yourself and drown in your own sorrows, which was also not possible due to work. You had to put on your best social mask and move on, even if you still didn't believe a word Bucky had said.

"Chef, there's a visitor for you." Tyler, one of your employees, caught your eye.

Before he even speaks, you can feel him watching you. Everyone there knew something was wrong.

"How urgent?" you ask with zero atention.

"It's an avenger, so I assume this is the most urgent we've ever had at this restaurant."

The knife in your hand fell onto the board, a chill running through your body. If it was Bucky, Tyler would have told you, after all, your ex-boyfriend had already spent a lot of nights accompanying you to the restaurant. Could be news about him, maybe not good stuff.

"Annya, can you take over for me?" you asked, hearing a "Yes, chef!" by far.

Your mind ran through different scenarios, the vast majority without a happy ending, while you took off your tame and cap.

The weight on your shoulders disappeared when you saw Sam smiling, waiting for you at one of the tables. As soon as he got to his feet, you hugged him.

"I thought I wouldn't have the privilege of seeing the head chef."

"Consider yourself privileged then, because tonight promises." you settled into the chair across from him. Despite the smiles and the mild climate, something told you that there was something more. "So, you came to try the new meat."

"No, not today, but I'm still trying. I'm here to talk about Bucky."

"Did something happen?" your heart immediately sped up, all those fears coming back like a flood.

"It's all right with him." Sam reassured you, noticing your posture change at the time. "I have some information and to be honest I can't stand to see him suffer over it any longer."

"Suffer for what?"

"You, what else would it be?"

"Sam, he chose to leave me. It still hurts, but there's nothing you can do about it." you explained, seeing him nod. "But if there's anything I can help you."

"I'd rather tell you and then you choose what to do. On the last mission, some personal information was leaked. About the team, about Sarah, the boys, you."

"Exactly what about me?"

"About you and Bucky, they used that to try and coerce him, that's what made him choose to walk away from you." he handed you a cell phone.

On the screen, a photo of you and Bucky leaving the restaurant at night, another of the two of you running together, another of you in a coffee shop.

"Who got this? I-I... Are we in danger?" you looked around for suspects, for cameras trained on the two of you, but found only people engrossed in their own conversations. "Who made this?"

"It does not matter now."

"How does it not matter?"

"Bucky sorted it out and whoever it is, they won't be bothering you anymore." Shit. Sam doesn't need to say more for you to understand what resolve means. "I'm only telling you this because I know you still like him."

"It takes two to make a relationship, at the very least." you responded right away.

"Just think, wouldn't someone who did all this thinking about protecting you love you?" Sam asked and laughed when he saw your confused face. "Oh man, you two deserve each other."

"Should I talk to him?"

"Well, he's in town, no plans for the next mission. Maybe you should." Sam shrugged and got to his feet. "Now that I've taken this weight off of me, I'll let you work, but I'll be back and you better cook the best steak I've ever had."

"Order noted." you said goodbye to him with a quick hug. "Thanks Sam."

"Don't thank me, I'm just doing my part as the future best man." he winked, eliciting a laugh from you and then left.

The evening at the restaurant, despite being full, seemed to take forever to pass. Amidst the food, your head wandered over the images you'd seen, what Sam had said.

It was past midnight when you got home. You took a hot shower, somehow trying to calm your mind, but that wasn't enough. Before putting on your pajamas, you thought a little more. You couldn't miss that opportunity, even if it was to close that chapter of your life. You got dressed and headed towards Bucky's apartment.

Your legs made you walk from side to side, restless in front of the door, your mind bubbled with possible excuses for a visit during the night. You knocked a few times and got no response, but you couldn't just walk away.

The keys you still had danced between your trembling fingers before they even reached the lock. Upon opening the door, you can see Alpine look up curiously, immediately jumping off the couch and going to tangle at your feet.

"Hello for you too!" you bent down, feeling the soft white hairs by your hand.

The door behind you closed by itself, giving you only the trouble to lock it again. The small apartment seemed untouched since the last time you were there, you took off your three shoes, leaving them next to Bucky's boots, an old habit.

The same brown cushions as the Alpine ration in the same corner. Your photo still next to the TV. If you closed your eyes, you could remember the day that picture was taken, your nervous laughter being on a Ferris wheel and Bucky's arms around your waist.

You've heard Bucky before you've even seen him in full. The murmurs came from the side of the sofa, and as you feared to find him, he was lying on the floor, only a pillow and a sheet protecting his body from the cold floor. He was muttering something incomprehensible, even from a distance you could see the sweat gather on his face.

Trying to get closer without scaring him, you knelt beside where he was lying, Alpine climbed on the arm of the sofa, carefully following your every move.

"Buck?" you called him in a whisper, not having much effect. This time, you chose to touch his shoulder, shaking it slightly, the nickname involuntarily falling from your lips. "Babe?"

As if out of breath, Bucky sat up, catching all the apparently lost breath. It took a few seconds for his blue irises to meet yours, trying to assimilate what was happening.

"Am I still dreaming?" he muttered to himself, it was only when he felt your hand take his that he seemed to realize reality. "You are here?"

"Yes." you replied, settling into a sitting position.

For a few seconds, you chose to just watch him. The disheveled hair and beard had been undone for some time, a little longer than usual. Next to his military dog tag, hung the ring you wore. Regret took over your body for leaving behind.

"Are you well?" his husky voice interrupted you from daydreaming about the two of you's recent past. Trying to push those thoughts away, you just shook your head and tried to do your best on your own, but you already knew him to know that wouldn't convince him.

"I should be asking that. Was I having a nightmare?"

"Yes... I couldn't sleep and in the little time I could, some demons decided to take the time to disturb me." just as you had, he smiled and just like him, you knew that all was not well. "What are you doing here?"

"Needed to see you." your hand that clung to him let go, busy pinching your own hand nervously. "I've been talking to Sam."

"I don't know what he told you, but I can guarantee..."

"Please let me speak." you cut him off, afraid he would ask you to go again. "I know about the threats, I know about everything and I wonder what your head must be like. But what I want you to understand is that I'm okay with it."

"You do not understand."

"You can help me with this. It may sound silly, but, I don't know, I can learn to defend myself, I can spend more time around you. I just don't accept that our story ends like this, for fear of something that still it didn't even happen. I want to try, I want to stay!" you had to pull yourself together after dumping everything on him.

It could just be your impression, or maybe just the street light streaming in through the window, but you could have sworn his eyes were teary.

His hands pulled yours to lock around the back of his neck. In a rush of courage, you crossed your legs over his, settling in his lap. His hands slid down your back, locking onto your waist.

"Say you don't want me, that you don't love me anymore and I'm gone." you whispered and he immediately denied it.

"They said your name, they talked about you, about us and I didn't know how to react." he closed his eyes for a moment, sighing as he felt your fingers tangle in his hair. "I don't think I've ever felt that… that fear. I thought it would be easier to walk away than stick around and let them hurt you. But shit, it hurt. It still hurts not to have you around."

"If you want, I can stay away, just ask, I understand. I just need you to be honest." His hands, previously tied around your waist, went up to your face, wiping away a few tears. "Now if I stay, we'll get through this together. Please..." your voice came out a lot lower than you expected. "Ask me to stay, tell me you still love me."

Your current self was waiting for an answer, yearning to hear those damn three words. Your now self didn't have a shred of regret. If at any time you dared to rethink what had been said, that was left behind when you felt his lips on yours.

His right hand tangled in your hair, deepening his lips on you, while the other kept you attached to him, squeezing your waist. His tongue drew the roof of your mouth, such a good and familiar feeling. God, how you missed that.

"I love you." Bucky's voice murmured, moving just a few millimeters from your lips. "I love you." he stole another kiss, this time even more intense. "I love you, every bit, every part." the kisses began to go down the back of your neck, reaching that part that shivered your entire body.

"Bucky, please."

"Let me love every piece of you, please doll." he asked, letting his tongue run up to the edge of your ear. "Fuck, let me show you that I haven't stopped loving you for a second."

"You have no idea how much I've missed you babe." you whispered, pressing your still covered intimacy against him.

Heat was starting to build up in your core, making it impossible to think. His lips pulled away from yours, only for in a single thrust, he'd jump to his feet and keep you locked in his arms. It didn't take long for you to feel your body against the soft fabric of the bed. Bucky took a little time to admire you, there again. The red eyes, the shy smile that was still there, even after so long.

"I missed you so much, here, in my bed, being all mine" his eyes asked permission to continue and a slight nod was enough for your pants and your blouse to find the bedroom floor.

His metallic hand ran over your shoulder, gently removing your bra, with each new piece of skin uncovered, you felt his lips deposit quick kisses, the urgency to be able to feel each piece of yours.

"Do not tease me." you asked when his lips touched your nipple. The tongue circling the protruding point, eliciting a timid groan from you.

"You are so sensitive, so good." the wet kisses descended towards your intimacy, touching with the lips the thin and humid fabric that prevented it from going exactly where you wanted.

You even tried to fight back, but even strangled, Bucky could hear you.

"Don't hold back, babe." he pulled the fabric off, tossing it along with the pile of clothes on the floor. Distracted lips, sliding down your thigh. "Let me hear you."

"It's dawn Buck, I don't want them to think... Fuck!" his tongue went straight to your clitoris, eliciting a muffled scream.

"What you saying." he pulled back a little, just to admire her intimacy. "All this for me?"

"It's how I missed you." Bucky dove into your intimacy, sucking your spot.

You could already feel your body about to boil. His tongue slowly circling your clit, while one of his fingers slowly entered your pussy, soon becoming two.

Sweet nothings came out of your lips, begging for something you didn't even recognize and it didn't take long for your vision to become blurred when you felt his tongue being replaced by the vibranium hand, the fingers cold as snow in contact with your clit were more than enough to reach your peak.

"Don't stop, please, please Bucky!"

"Give it to me honey, I know you want to come for me."

For a few seconds, amid an almost hoarse scream, your previously blurred vision disappeared for good. Your legs were shaking as you felt him settle between them. The lips still wet from your juice slid down your cheek, making you blink slowly.

"Still with me doll?"

"Yeah babe." you took his lips, tasting your own and giving him the freedom he needed to enter you.

He thrust slowly, Bucky's face hid in your neck as he moaned low, murmuring sweet nothings to you. So tight love. How I missed this pussy, made for me. You are mine, all mine.

The speed gradually increased, the headboard of the bed knocked insistently against the wall and you just hoped that the neighbors had a heavy sleep.

"Love, I can't hold it anymore." his hand went down to your clit, circling the most sensitive spot on your body. "I can sense that you can't either."

"Just like that Bucky, keep fucking like that." you begged, feeling the heat take over your body again.

"Come with me my angel. I can feel you tighten around me, give me one more, just one more."

The moans of both of you came out in unison and leaving you on the verge of an orgasm, it was only necessary to feel his hot liquid invade you to reach your own peak.

Bucky stayed in there for a few seconds, until he got out of you and turned you on top of him, hugging you tight and sticking his nose through your hair. Your scent was intoxicating, your body against his made him feel again that that cold apartment was home.

"You forgive me?" the hesitant tone of his voice caught your attention.

"Nothing to forgive" you settled on his chest. "Just promise never to leave me for that again?"

He gently pulled your face, making you look into his blue eyes. "I'll never, never leave you again, that's the easiest promise I've ever made in my life."

"I love you Buck."

"I love you more my angel." you snuggled into his chest and little by little your eyes grew heavy, his hands sliding on your back, in a comfortable silence.

The last thing she heard before falling asleep was an indignant tone in his voice.

"Wait, do you really want to learn how to fight?"

#fiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #reader insert #bucky x you #no use of y/n #sebastian stan #sam wilson

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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 6 months

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Chishiya x Dom!Reader - HCS

Warnings: Dom/Sub Dynamics - NSFW - MDI - +18 - Pegging - Mentions of bisexuality -

First off, getting Chishiya to agree to let you be the dominating one its a big thing to celebrate. I imagine you two have a great connection and he feels safe with you to be vulnerable.

Still, he would want to set a safe world just in case.

The first time you are in charge its subtle, you would be riding him holding him down by his shoulders and he would move your hands to his neck.

Turns out, he loves to be chocked. Would give you a small smirk once he sees your suprised expression then let out a moan because you feel so good around him.

Next times he will ask for centrain things as being tied up and blinded off. He would get extreme sensitive during these times.

Please be mean to him. He wants to feel used. Make him beg your your touch, make him earn it.

Lets say, he is tied up and wants you to sit on his face....well he will have to beg like a bunny in heat for it 💋

He may not like it at first till you pull yourself towards him for a bit then move away and make a show of leaving the room with him still tied up and blinded off (basically going to the door and opening and closing it)

And Chishiya its not someone who gets folled easily but he feels his dick full of need and its too hot so he would moan and beg you to stay, to not leave him like this that he needs you.

Another thing he would want to try is getting pegged. He has is time of bisexuality in college and ended liked females more BUT the feel of something inside his ass....

So now you will have him face down into the bed crying as you pegg him and tell him how good he is and how dirty he is too for liking this too much.

His dick is now fully erected with pre cum leaking from it but he has the order of not touching himself.

And when he cums its a lot, and he cant keep his sounds low, you may ask him for permission to record them.

AFTERCARE ☁️ you would need to be extra atentive towards him. Offer him water, food, talk about how he felt if it was too much, basically talk.

Oh and in front of others he is still that stoic one but if you pass by and whisper into his ear what you want to do with him then he gets flustered.

#alice in borderland #aib imagine #aib imagines #alice in borderland x reader #chishiya x reader

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streets-in-paradise · 4 months

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Of Palaces, Princes and Magic - Thor x (Fem)Reader

Warnings: Clueless, powerless Thor from 2011. Tons of fluff

Summary: Wandering arround your home Thor discovers evidence of the fairytale fantasies of your childhood and promises to make your dreams come true.

Note: I wrote this last night on my phone with the last bits of battery I had and post it on the morning from the laptop. There is no editing or proofread.

Tags: @thorsslxve

Allowing a stranger inside your home wasn't your initial intention, but you kept stumbling with him untill you realized he had nowhere else to go. From the barely understandable bits of explanations you got from him, your first guess was that he may have just escaped from a cult, but that didn't make him necesarily dangerous. He was lost, clueless of the world after abandoning the place that was all he ever knew. You did remember him mentioning something over the lines of ' being casted out as a punishment' and that seemed to comfirm your theory. A cult linked to norse mythology, with a leader believing himself to be Odin who had raised him as his son.

Thor lived in a fantasy world and you could tell he was harmless because he never meant to hurt you in any way. He probably required of professional help, but to get there he needed to reach some bassical functionality. If many people would get to hear more of his nonsense, he would end up locked and that possibility saddened you deeply. As far as you could tell, he probably had been physically disconnected from the world all his life already. Besides, it was clear that he trusted you, because the out of place displays of odd arrogance he had with everyone else didn't happen much between you. For you he only had a quirky but lovely chivalry that sometimes was enough to make you live his fantasy for a while.

From all the decorative details in the place, his atention was focused in a miniature replica of Cinderella's castle you had on a table near your bookshelves. A beautifull toy incluiding small figures of characters to habitate it, so delicated and romantic that you kept it as decoration even if you wouldn't play with it anymore like when you were a little girl.

" Do you like it? " You asked him, followed with a sweet smile of encouragement. " It was my favorite growing up ... I'm a grown up woman and I still love it."

The last part of the explanation confused him a bit.

" I don't see why age would fundamentally change your appreciation, it's a fine sculpture of a castle fitting for the aesthetic preferences of a lady."

You couldn't help chuckling a bit, then showed him how to unfold the toy in order to see the inside and put it all back in.

" It's a toy, for little girls to play with." You corrected him. " Many girls enjoy playing pretend to be princesses as children, but when we reach a certain age we stop thinking of palaces, princes and magic... Unless we are reading a fantasy novel or something like that. It's stuff of tales and Disney movies, not reality."

The answer surprised him even more, but there was some sort of sadness in it. Pretty much as if he took pitty on the fact.

" Are people like me casted out to remain only in the literature of this realm?" He asked, with genuine curiosity. " Which tale does this castle tells? If there is any, as your words suggest."

Even in the simplest of details, the conversations with him allways felt like the dialogue of a fairytale.

" If someone would tell me that you have came out from the pages of a fantasy book, I would believe it."

" Yet you can't believe that Asgard is my homeland." He mocked you in return. " I'll convince you, all your doubts will be clarified once I will have my mighty power back."

You didn't argue with him, there was no need at the moment.

" Alright, your highness ... Do you still want me to tell you the tale?"

Thor smiled in agreement and you began to narrate using the playset castle as a visual guide. The fact that a grown man was just being introduced to the tale of Cinderella felt quite odd, but very cute. He was particularly intrigued with the fact that the King found no issue on letting his son marry a servant that presented herself to him magically disguised just because she was the owner of the crystal shoe.

" ... Even if she was the rightfull heir of the household, her stepmother made her a slave and that's a downgrade that should have disqualified her at the eyes of the King. How could the prince convince him of blessing that union? "

He was taking the story seriously and it was hard to provide answers in that perspective.

" I guess he simply indulged his son and let him marry the woman he loved. Prince Charming fell for Cinderella at the Royal Ball, he had no idea of who she was back then. The girl was a princess in spirit and maybe the King saw that, the crystal shoe proved her worthy of the prince."

For some reason, your answer made him smile a bight brighter than before.

" I believe you are a princess in spirit. " Thor sweetly confessed. " ... and a magnificent storyteller."

His pure cuteness was too much for you and behind your own smile heat has started to take over your face.

" Me, a princess? Please! You don't have to flatter me for hospitality. I haven't wore a tiara since I was eight."

Thor looked at the little figures of Cinderella and Prince Charming in their miniature balcony, then glanced back at you as if a new strange idea had just occured to him.

" What if you could experience what's like to be a princess? Would you believe me then?" He asked you out of sudden. " Not only about Asgard, but about my very sincere perceptions of you."

You began to wonder if the last part was some sort of romantical approach and were quite confused about that. He was very sweet and you loved his company. It could be said that you fancied him too, but encouraging him would be taking advantage of the strange situation and you would never do that.

" It's allright, Thor. I'm fine just like this. We are friends, you can help me arround ... "

" I insist, that's how I will repay you for all the troubles I have caused. " He cutted you off with determination. " I will take you to a real Royal Ball."

He sounded so serious about it that you began to question your own sanity.

" The noblefolk would be judging, It's a bad idea. "

" They will see you like I do." He optimistically replicated. " Your looks will reflect your royal spirit and you will not have to flee at midnight. If that's your desire, you will get to dance with a real prince ... Maybe two, if Loki also requires it. Ask him nicely and we may convince him of hexing your shoes to look as if made of crystal."

You giggled out of a pure,sweet surprise while hearing the details of the fantasy he was almost roping you in.

" That's very sweet. You are the sweetest man I have ever known."

You were gazing into each other's eyes when he formalized the promise.

"Currently less than what you deserve, but I will fix that soon. I will be back to my former glory, I will be worthy of you and In honor of your infinite kindness and patience, I shall make your dreams come true. "

#thor x reader #thor odinson x reader #thor #thor odinson #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth x reader #thor 2011 #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #mcu x reader #marvel x reader

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maxismp1 · 8 months

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I'm here now, König...

König x reader. Angst, comfort and bit of graphic stuf

You and König knew eachother since the very start.. Him being a colonel and you a simple lieutenant. Many missions togetger and separated, feelings caught, hurt and yet again, revived.

This OP was no diferent then other. A simple get in, grab intel and get out. Nothing can be simple. König was caught. Evryone only found out after a week of his absence. And you, the second you found out , volontered to find him. Assembling a small squad of 4 people to find was a quick thing. Everyone wanted there colonel to come back, even tho some daubted he was alive at all.

"Blitz in, climbing levels" your voice chimes true the coms while you climb the stairs where he was held. Once clena black uniform now coverd in dark red liquid. Many bodies behind you, left to rot. They have died by your hand, and so will others in your way.

Soon, you reach the final door, quickly and quietly taking out the two guards. Painfull yet hushed groans and pleades are geard from the other side of the door.. All of them to familiar.

With your strenght, you push the heavy door open. In there you see something that would make even the Ghost puke. König was chained by his hands to the roof, making his body dangle a bit. His legs tied to one another. Body bare, only underwear on. Many bruises, newly opend wounds, blood driping from his body onto the cold concreet floor. They striped him off of any pride or secretys. Even the mask torn and trown onto the floor. His soft ginger hair that you loved to run your fingers true now fallen onto his face, sticking onto the bloodied forhead.

Inside were two other guards and a man holding a dagger, once drgaing it over his body but noe standing aware of your presance.

You fully push the door open, standing in the middle with a dagger in hand, eyes widen in rage and discust. Without a word you leap and attack. Slicing the mans neck and hitting his head onto the floor. The dagger trown onto one of the other guards, hiting dead centar of its chest. As the final guard gose to fire his wepon, you duck and trip him. Quickly stanfing up and stoping on tgere skull. Killing them aswell.

Heavy breathing come out if your lips as you catch your breath. A small groan if pain leaves Königs lips, slowly turning your head in his direction before walking to him.

"what have they done to you.." you move to gently remove the chains around his hands. As the restraints were cut off, Konig slumped over onto your shoulder. He breathed a sigh of relief now that the fight was over, but the injuries he had sustained were obvious.He winced as he put weight on his legs, wincing in pain.He tried to regain his footing, but you could tell he wasn't doing too well.He took a step towards you before his knees collapsed, and he went down hard.

"hey hey hey.." you stand infront of him. Even as he is kneeling, he is few inches taller. "konig, hey.. Take it slowly... All of them are dead, no one can hurt you.. Others are outside waiting... We have time.." you sit on the floor and move so his head rests on your lap. speaking into the coms for rainforcments to help lift him and get him to the vheicle broth hid atention back to you, but it didnt last long.

He rested his head on your lap, taking a couple deep breaths. He then looked up at you, his injured face was now only a few inches away.

"You came..." he said softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Blitz could see a faint blush come across Konig's face as she realized that he was resting on her lap. He glanced down but didn't move off, instead he stayed where he was, allowing her to comfort him while they waited for reinforcements.

"of course.. Always.."

Konig nodded again, glancing down at his naked and injured body. It had been cold, but now that he was with you and no longer fighting for his life he could start thinking about other things.

"Blitz...can I ask you something...?" he said softly, still keeping his head on your lap.

"save your energy.. I need you to stay awaik for me, okay?"

Konig smiled faintly at you before he let out a small sigh. His head was still resting on your lap, and now he was covered by your jacket as well.

"You...you really care about me, don't you?" he said softly, glancing back up at you.

"You came all this way to help me..."

He paused for a moment and took a deep breath.

"Thank you, Blitz..."

"of course König. Always for you, onky for you.." his eyes start to drop, and eory groes within you

"König, please dont.. Stay awisk for me"

"Mhm..." Konig mumbled as he closed his eyes.

He leaned a little forward, his body now resting completely on your lap. He was so close to you that you could feel his warm breath on your skin.

You gently ran your fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his face. His face was still injured, his forehead still had some blood on it, his nose bruised, his cheeks covered with scrapes and cuts.

"come on.. Please"

Konig was drifting in and out of sleep as you spoke to him. His body was exhausted from fighting and from the torture he had endured.

Despite your protests, he continued to doze off. You could feel his body shifting slightly in your lap, as if he were falling asleep.

Konig's breathing became slower and more shallow as he drifted off.

"fuck.." you nudge him, trying to get him to wake up, but no avail.. Soon, footsteps are heard of the others. Once they reach you, everything becomes a blur.. Medic yelling, people pickint him up and bringing him to the vehicle .. Everything was happening to fast.

Gotta admit. I havent done any of stories in more then a year. So eola.

#könig #könig x reader #könig cod #cod mw2 #cod x reader #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig x reader

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moonlightazriel · 2 years

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Caught /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: "Hey , it's ok if you are busy but if you can write please consider my request......After returning from a long mission Azriel and his family had a lovely dinner ( reader and their 2 years old daughter) After putting their daughter to sleep in her room Azriel and reader came back to their room and just being romantic, having sweet talks , telling how much they missed each other , kissing and cuddling and they were having sex and suddenly their daughter wakes up and enters their room and seeing her parents like this she was confused 😂❤ and she started asking weird questions that they were doing and all and then Azriel and reader makes up such a cute and nonsense stories and excuses 🤣.......( smutty, fluff and funny ) ❤ "

Warnings: Just a little Smut

Word Count: 1,5K

Notes: This was a funny one to write. Thank you for your request. 😍

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I heard the sound of the front door opening, and the heavy steps approaching the living room, Aesir immediatly got up, her tiny wings making her a little unstable while she rushed to get to her father, she disappeared from sight, Azriel was holding her while she asked about his trip, he held her tightly , a smile on his face as he told her everything he saw on his mission.

I watched the scene, she was just like him, the same hazel eyes, the same hair, dark as the shadows that rested around him, it was like i birthed a clone of my mate. Az looked at me, he looked tired, he was in a mission on the mortal lands for three weeks, i hated when he had to be away for so long, i missed him just as much as our daughter did.

“Aesir, honey, let’s give daddy some time, he needs to shower before dinner.” I said grabbing the two year old from him, he leaned in, kissing my forehead and silently thanking me. “He will be right back.” Aesir nodded happily and i took her back to the kitchen with me, to finish the dinner.

Azriel showed up again a couple minutes later, he was wearing his pajamas and his hair was wet, i could smell the scent of the soap he used, my mind could only focus on the alone time we would get after dinner, being away from my mate is always an absolutely hell.

“This smells delicious, i missed your food.” Azriel said while he served himself, i placed a plate in front of Aesir and she started to eat, her chubby hands grabbing the food and making a huge mess. “What my girls did while i was away?”

“Mommy and i went to play with Malina and Nyxie everyday.” He smiled at his daugther, every time Az was on a mission, Feyre would take Aesir to the River house to spend some time with her cousins, the trio was inseparable, Lina and Aesir were an absolutely nightmare to poor Nyx, but he loved them really much. She started to ramble about her weeks and he payed atention to every little detail, Az was an amazing father, he was perfect and always did everything he could to make her happy, i loved their unique bond, it was really beautiful.

“These three are so terrible that they even got Cassian tired.” I laughed, sipping on my wine. “I can’t imagine how it’s going to be when Maddox gets old enough to join the gang.” Azriel looked at me, his eyes wide.

“He’s going to be even worse than his father, can you imagine a kid with not only Cassian’s temper but also Nesta’s? Mother help us.” I snorted loudly, we loved our nephew but even his parents were afraid of what he will do once he start walking and talking. We talked a lot more about everything, he pulled Aesir on his lap so they could share a dessert, he played with her and her loud giggling filled the room, my heart was full of love and happiness watching them, the two people that i loved the most in the entire world.

Once we all finished eating, our daugther was almost asleep on her father’s arms, i walked over to them, kissing her forehead and whishing her a good night, Az left to get her ready to sleep while i cleaned everything in the kitchen. I stretched my muscles starting to turn all the lights off, walking to our bedroom in the end of the halloway, i removed my clothes to put on my pajamas when i heard someone behind me, Azriel was standing in the doorway looking at my half naked figure.

“I missed you, your body, your face, your scent, everything.” He said closing the door and getting closer, i could already feel the wetness growing between my legs, his scarred hands grabbed my waist, his nose running up and down my neck while he smelled me. “I was getting insane, i need you.” I kissed him, my hands desperate to grab something, the urge to get as close as possible to him, i could never get enough of him, i waited my whole life for my mate, so i just enjoyed every second we spent together.

He led us to our bed, resting on his elbows to prevent crushing me with his weight, he kissed me again, gently while one of his hands cupped my breast, his index finger moving in circles, making my breath uneven, his lips on mine muffled the noises i was making, we had to be quiet to not wake Aesir.

His other hand slided down my thight, reaching the space between my legs while he pulled my underwear aside, one of his finger sliding inside me, i closed my eyes and tried to contain any moan as his lips started to go down my neck, sucking, kissing and biting. He added another finger while my hand grabbed his clothed cock, moving my hand in the same pace he was moving his fingers, we masturbated each other, his eyes looking at me intensly as i pressed my lips together.

He stopped, he adjusted us, now laying properly on the bed, he removed his clothes and what was left of mine, he got over me again, his shadows turning the lights off, his cock sliding easily inside me, i sighed relieved, while he pushed slowly inside me, we just enjoying each others presence, i caressed the golden thread between us, sending him my love, while he tugged back. I was used to doing this, sending my love to him whenever we get intimate, this would make the moment even more magical than already was.

Maybe it was because he was away for so long, or that he simply shutted them off, but his shadows danced franticly by the door, we didn’t listen the footsteps neither the door opening, we only stopped when the lights were suddenly turned on and her sleepy voice sounded.

“What are you doing daddy? Is mommy okay?” Azriel immediately fell on top of me, his arm pressing my throat, the air getting limited as he tried to cover us, his shadows blocking her view as he looked at me in complete despair, his eyes got even wider as he saw my red face and the struggle to breath, “oh shit”, he whispered before getting off of me, i gasped for air while he rushed to get dressed, i never saw Azriel being so fast, in a second he was dressed and the covers were covering my body, his shadows dissipated and Aesir had a confused look on her face.

“Mommy wasn't feeling alright, daddy was checking her temperature?” He faltered and i had to cough, hiding my laughter as he tried to explain to her what she saw. Aesir rushed to my side, her eyes filled with worry as she climbed the bed, her hand touching my forehead, mimicking what i did to her whenever she got sick.

“Are you alright mommy?” She asked again, i also didn't know what to say to her, my face red as i tried to think of something to say.

“I'm fine honey, your father was just checking, he always wanted to be a healer.” I blurted out and i could see Azriel slapping his own forehead as the words got out. “What the fuck?” he muttered and i shrugged my shoulders, wanting the cauldron to burn me alive. “But what are you doing awake?”

“I heard a noise, i was investigating.” She rested her hands on her hips, and Azriel laughed. “Just like daddy do.”

“That’s my girl, so brave.” Az kissed her cheek, and she giggled, starting to rub her eyes, sleep taking her in it’s arms. “Do you want daddy to put you to bed again?” He asked and she nodded, when they left i got up, putting my clothes on and going after them, i stayed by the door, watching as Azriel tucked her in bed, he kissed her forehead and whispered that he loved her, he turned to me, a smile on his lips as he pulled me in for a hug and we waited for her to fall asleep again.

“Oh Mother, that was awful.” I pointed out, closing her door and going back to bed.

“Why did you tell her i wanted to be a healer?” He laughed and i rolled my eyes.

“I don’t know, i just panicked i guess?” I justified. “My mind literaly stopped working the second i heard her voice.” He laughed again and pulled me closer to his chest, i wrapped my arms around him and breathed his scent.

“I can talk to Rhys to invite her to sleep there tomorrow after the dinner, so we can have alone time.” His fingers traced invisible patterns on my back. “I know he and Feyre won’t mind taking care of her. What you think?”

“I think that i definitely will need a healer tomorrow night.” We both laughed, my whole body relaxed as i just layed in my mate’s arms and slowly the sleep consumed us.

#acotar #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #moonlightazriel #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #velaris #night court #nesta archeron #female reader #rhysand #cassian #fluff #shadowsinger #smut #sarahjmaas #feyre archeron #azriel x y/n

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astroyongie · 23 days

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Sukuna nsfw a to z plsssss

A To Z Analysis: NSFW

Sukuna

(based on 6urse chart)

A = Aftercare

he is surprisingly good at aftercare but without speaking it out. he is organized and gets things ready before the session so after it he just has to do whatever it takes without having to listen to you demanding it

B = Body part

both on himself and his partner he likes the same thing. for exemple a nice well taken hair is something he appreciates, pail skin, well done nails and just that softness on the skin. Sukuna is a simple man

C = Cum (

he is usually very simple and he doesnt like the mess of cum. however when he is really excited he loves to release on the smaller back on his partner

D = Dirty secret

you dont understand how many pictures and videos of you he has stored on his phone. from semi nudes to nudes to full videos of you in the most vulnerable ways, the pride he has that he was there in all of those

E = Experience

he has quite some experience but they come from previous relationships as he isnt the type to have one night stands

F = Favorite position

doggy style and mattress press. anything with his partner being turned around and upon his mercy

G = Goofy

this man is far from goofy. he is full business and seriousness during the need, there's no place for humor

H = Hair

he is well groomed actually, he takes care of his body and of his applearence even down there. he doesnt care much for his partner but he would prefer them to have groomed hair. not bare neither too fussy

I = Intimacy

he will never admit it but intimacy Is important as he wont sleep with anyone unless he has some feelings at least for the person

J = Jack off

he does it often mostly when he is under a lot of stress and pressure and he needs something to clear off his mind

K = Kink

his kinks arent as sadistic as one can think but they still express dominance since he wont allow his partner to have any. overstimulation one day, orgasm denial the other. scent play and spanking are his favorite things ever

L = Location

bedroom of course but also.. his working place

M = Motivation

its not easy to turn him on, since he is well self controlled and he doesnt like to lose his composure. the best way to get him into it is by making him mad. so go against his word or defy him

N = No (

he will say no to anything that would permantely scar you or hurt you. anything that damages the body itself is a big no

O = Oral

he is such a receiver. this man has talents when it comes to his mouth he is super skilled, but he wont give oral all times, its reserved in special occasions. however he wants his dick worshipped

P = Pace

he is a rough yet slow pacer.. he likes to feel it all

Q = Quickie

he aint into it. he likes the full session where he can have his full atention on his partner

R = Risk

he will take risks and he will experiment but only after doing his own research. it might be hard to get him out of his comfort zone

S = Stamina

this guy is a machine but a controlled one. he lasts for about 30 minutes averagely but he prolongs the session longer when he is into denying

T = Toys

he is jealous of it to be honest and he probably has beef with some of his partner's toys

U = Unfair

he is UNFAIR and awful when he truly gets on the edge. its either too much either not enough and the way you cry is melody to his ears

V = Volume

he aint that loud, but he does curse and grunt a lot during the deed

W = Wild card

there's two here. the first is that surprisingly he is someone self conscious and prefers to do it on the dark unless he is half dressed or if he really wants to see you wrecked. also.. voyeurism

X = X-ray

big boy, but more thick than long. quite veiny

Y = Yearning

moderate sex drive

Z = Zzz

after the deed he likes to go back to his own business as he is unportable with the lovey dovey post sex bliss

#6urse #6urse sukuna #sukuna #6urse astorlogy #6urse headcanons

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stxrmylxve · 1 year

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Hi, can I request TR guys x reader (chifuyu, mikey, shinichiro or whoever you see fit) x classmate/neighbour/someone who takes the same tour each day as them?

They had been crushing on the reader for a while and finally decided to approach them and try to ask them out.

Thank you

i think chifuyu would be the cutest of all so i did him :)

“But baji-san! Our meeting is today and I didn’t even- what?” he asks as he is turned the other way.

You were walking down the street, a little pep in your step as you blasted music in your headphones. You glanced their way and offered a small smile as you walked into school, shocking both of the boys.

“Woah… did she just smile at me? Me? Matsuno Chifuyu?” chifuyu freaks out as baji holds his shoulders in the best attempt to still him.

“Calm down, it was just a smile. Just go ask them out today, it’s the last day to after all.” baji says as he pushes chifuyu a little, forcing him into the crowd and into the door with a laugh.

It worked into chifuyu’s favor that you both had the same first class, but it was still nerve racking to even enter the door. He fiddled with his fingers during class, pondering ways to ask you out and not look like an idiot. He settled in just being simple and straightforward, but as soon as class ended he panicked again.

“You alright?” you ask as you tap him on the shoulder, evidently startling him as he squeaked and turned around with a red face.

“Erm.. well uh.. I need to ask you something..” he stutters, placing a hand over his neck with an awkward laugh.

“Sure, what’s up?” you respond, setting down your books as you turn your full atention to him.

“Well..” he starts, freezing up as you place a small peck on his cheeks. You both were burning up now.

”What was that for..” he asks, placing a hand over the place you had kissed him seconds ago.

“I know you like me, silly. It’s kind of hard not to notice a cut boy like you wandering around wherever I go like a lost puppy next to Baji.” you giggle as he turns away, beyond embarrassed.

“Well.. I tried to keep it secret.” he responds

“And how did that work out? But yes, I will go out with you.” you say as you slip him a piece of paper with your number on it, grabbing your books and phone with a smile as you left the classroom, leaving behind a blushing and open-jawed chifuyu recovering from the shock.

He smiled down at the paper as he quickly put it into his phone, labeling your name with a heart beside it as he sighed.

“I guess that wasn’t the worst try, right?”

“Sure chifuyu, if that’s what you want to believe.”

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duxpuella · 2 years

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steven meeks x fem reader smut pls!

Oneshot: Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me

< Atention: Modern AU where Neil lives, and Welton’s a boys & girls school. This piece is a bit further into future and everyone's at college already.

Warnings: Fluff, +16 content, if you’re under 16y or feel uncomfortable with the prompt please do not interact! Nothing way too explicit, but there’s a lot of sexual insinuation and generally soft smut, Steven being a housewife, an obscene amount of The Cure reference, hints of sub! Steven >

Words: 1.8k ;

Note: Heyy there, so I recommend listenning to Hot Hot Hot!!! by The Cure while reading (it was the main inspiration, but if you really want to dive in, listen to the entire album- Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me);

There's a bunch of songs excerpts in here, all from the same album, and they're supposed to translate what's going in Steven's head, since I headcanon him as an action person and the reader knows he has ways of by-passing his verbal difficulty it through music.

Plot: Steven and you have been dating for awhile, and now in college with both constantly exhausted you've been out of time for each other. Steven decides to fix that and make room for you in his schedule if you know what I mean. Steven Meeks x (fem!) reader

Also, here’s my Meeks playlist, hope you enjoy it!

Steven was your best friend, and it has been like this since the both of you met. He had a crush on you from the start, you intrigued him, and after a few schemes and setups from his friends, you had your first date at the movie theater. After that, it became really clear that the infatuation was mutual, and also that both of you were willing to take your time with things.

By the end of high school, you were in a stable strong relationship. You knew him like the back of your hand, and he used all his scientific expertise into studying you as well. Charlie always joked that you were like an old married couple, and as odd as it could be, you felt like that too.

However, physical intimacy was a current problem. Not because you didn't want it (you were both starving from it) but due to the unpleasant circumstances that had followed you. In Welton, there was never a proper place for things to unravel naturally. It was always rushed by the fear of getting caught, and neither of you liked that, at least not as a regular condition.

At the beginning of the semester, things were heavenly. You made an arrangement to share your dorm with him, and so, you lived almost literally like a married couple. Enjoying all the bliss that domestic life could offer. It also helped a great deal to truly enjoy each other's bodies and engage in emotionally fulfilling intimacy.

That was, until last month. College life was starting to weigh on both of you, and though the desire was still under your skin, exhaustion often took over your body. Not to mention that your routines would often mismatch, making Steven go to sleep by the time you would wake up and vice versa.

It didn't make you feel insecure, the boy loved you. He'd still kiss your hand every time he greeted you. He'd still bring you snacks during your study sessions, remembering you to make regular pauses and drink water. He'd still avoid smoking near you because he knew you hated the smell. You could see clearly that the feeling hasn't faded one bit, but you were frustrated.

And so was he. Steven would never complain or express, verbally, his discontent. But every time he would embrace you behind and lay his head on your shoulder, you could feel the tired sigh coming out of his mouth. You could hear him mumbling an apology whenever he got in bed later than you.

This week your tests had finally been over, and Christmas was in sight: only one week left. As you arrived at your dorm, you noticed your boyfriend was already there. A delicious smell came from the oven, and a pan was placed on the stove, cooking pasta.

Steven caught you by surprise with his embrace, "Welcome home, darling." You could tell he was happy, "What's the occasion?" you asked as he gently entwined your fingers and guided your hand to his lips, placing a soft peck. "Freedom. I'm finally free, now I can fully enjoy you, and I intend to do it properly within every second of this weekend. Starting tonight," he said looking at his wristwatch "Friday, 10p.m." a coy smile tugging the corners of his mouth.

"You're unreal, you know that Steven Meeks?" you said as you detangled yourself from his embrace, intending to face him directly. You cupped his cheeks as they've become a light pink, emphasizing his freckles. He stared at you, shy and smitten. He then bend, touching his forehead to yours, and closed his eyes enjoying the warmth.

"I love you." He whispered, like a confession. The noise of steam interrupted the moment and made Meeks drive away, leaving your hands empty. He stirred the content a bit and looked at you, "Take a shower, it will be ready when you get out." You took the advice and went your way.

The hot water helped your muscles to relax and you felt like you could, after weeks of stress compiled, slow down. As you got out, a set of Christmas-themed pajamas freshly out of the dryer rested patiently on your bed, waiting for you. A chuckle escaped your lips, when did he even get time to shop you something?

You showed up in the kitchen already dressed, you saw two plates of spaghetti and a tray full of cinnamon rolls placed on the table. Steven was washing the dishes when he heard you arrived and smiled in contempt "It fits!" His hands gesturing towards your body, "I got it earlier when I went over town to buy the ingredients. Just saw this set with the corner of my eye on my way to the cashier and remembered how your previous one shrunk last week."

"Does that mean you don't want me wearing your shirts to sleep anymore?" you said, teasingly as it was your turn to embrace him from behind. "Absolutely. It was getting very hard to focus on my tasks with you wandering around every night in my clothes." you couldn't see his face but you could hear through his voice that he was smirking.

As Steven finished the dishes, he took your hand and guided you to the table. "Now, let's eat. I'm starving," he said as a grunt came out of your stomach causing you both to laugh. You ate and talked through the night simply enjoying your time together.

After all the dishes were savored you watched him set up a fun melody from the first Spotify playlist he gifted you. The song started as he also started dancing to the melody, gesturing towards you. You started dancing as well, surrounding your arms on his neck while his hands organically grabbed your waist.

Hey, you! Yes, you... You, the one that looks like Christmas... Come over here and kiss me!!! Kiss me!!!

Your smitten gaze met his, as you shared a passionate and slow kiss. You felt yourself completely melt into his arms, as his hands now at the small of your back bringing you closer. He parted your lips and laid his head onto your shoulder, recovering oxygen.

I kissed her face, I kissed her head And dreamed of all the different ways I had to make her glow Why are you so far away, she said Why won't you ever know That I'm in love with you That I'm in love with you?

"I can't wait to marry you." His warm breath caressed your neck, his voice low, almost in as if he was stating that to himself solely. The tip of your fingers softly stroking his auburn hair. "I missed you so much, love," you said, in the same tone. He held you tighter, "I know. Me too." he raised his face from the crook of your neck, and bend touching foreheads again.

You're just like a dream You're just like a dream

You danced to the melody as one, letting your bodies be guided by the rhythm. Eyes hypnotized by each other's, his mouth being pulled by yours as magnets. He kissed you, his hands crawling to the back of your neck deepening the kiss. He was starved from you. You could tell it wasn't just a matter of flesh, it wasn't just primal. It was ancient, almost spiritual.

He didn't want just your body, he wanted your time, your dedication, your devotion. He wanted to dive into your soul once again and have you become one. And he would willingly provide the same for you. When your breath was lost, your lips parted. Inches away, panting desperately. You watched as his lips, already swollen, would repeatedly open and close signing the passage of air.

Tonight I'm screaming like an animal Tonight I'm losing control Tonight I'm screaming like an animal Tonight I'm getting so low

The lyrics came through the speakers as the realization hit you, making you chuckle. "You put the entire album?" "Not the entire album..." his one-sided grin made your heart skip a beat, "but yeah, like, half of it. I found it to be quite appropriate since I do want you to kiss me, kiss me, kiss me." the burst of laughter came immediately, making your eyes squint.

"Well, you're very hot, hot, hot yourself, love." you stroke back right after. "Happy to serve," he spoke softly as his mouth made its way to your neck. "speaking of which, how can I please you tonight?" you gasped as goosebumps covered your body. "God, Steven..." your hands clenching around his shoulder now.

As you felt his lips ghost over your exposed neck, an unintelligible mumble exiting it as you guided both to your shared bed. You pushed him a little, causing your boyfriend to sit on it while you stood. He brought you closer, placing you between his legs, looking up at you in adoration with strands of ginger curly hair stuck onto his temples.

You pushed his hair back and cupped his face delicately, caressing his cheek with your thumb as his eyes submerged into your figure. He bit his lower lip, completely enchanted.

The third time I saw lightning strike It hit me in bed It threw me around And left me for dead For a second that room was on the moon

You placed your other hand on his neck, this time thumb under his chin gently forcing it up. "I love it when you're subservient like this, truly makes justice to your name." he smiled, enamored. You got closer whilst he tried capturing your lips. You recoiled, taunting him as a sadistic grin took over your face. His hunger frame almost made you feel guilty, but deep down you knew these power displays were what kept things thrilling for you both.

Finally, you gave in to his embrace. You let his hands wander through your body, helping you to undress from the pajamas. You switch positions with you, fully undressed laying in the bed and him standing. He took his shirt off with one swift motion and watched your body as he finished undressing.

You're so gorgeous I'll do anything! I'll kiss you from your feet To where your head begins! You're so perfect! You're so right as rain! You make me Make me hungry again

He dove into bed, kissing every part of you he could reach with his mouth. His hands pulled you closer and closer each time as if he would be able to merge your bodies together. Ravishing adoration in each gesture, delicacy within each touch, and reverence carved in his glance.

You're not sure how long it took for the both of you to be fully satisfied, but as you rested your head on his chest you could hear a soft melody playing in the background alluring you into sleep. You made yourself comfortable as your left hand traced invisible patterns near his heart.

And hold me up so high And never let me go Take me Take me in your arms tonight

Just like that, everything else beyond your bedroom walls was irrelevant, and you slept soundly.

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