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lovelettersforthedamned · 1 month

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Can I request "so tell me, what do you feel for me?" "you know the answer. you know it all." "i want to hear you say it." with Steven Grant? ❤ it could be end with smut if you're comfortable with it 🤭

Same Tradition, Different Approach

✮ steven grant x afab!reader

✮ word count: 1.4k

✮ summary: a late night confession opens both you and steven's hearts (and your legs).

✮ warnings: fluff, smut, language, mention of food, mentions of anxiety, kisses, hair pulling, oral (f! receiving), cunnilingus, MINORS DNI, 18+.

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gif by @magnusedom Every Friday night, you and Steven meet at his apartment for movie night. You guys have kept this tradition every week for the past few years that you’ve been friends. Laying in his bed, you both stare at the laptop screen, a comfortable silence falling upon you two.

With the final scenes playing, you sit up and stretch. “That was good,” you look towards Steven, still lying comfortably under the blankets, “a little slow, but good.” He nods his head in response as you fold up your laptop, tossing it aside, and giving him your full attention. “I brought vegan cookie dough if you’re up to baking. I’m craving something sweet,” you begin to rise from the mattress, but Steven’s abnormal silence stops you in your tracks.

Steven’s ability to constantly talk about anything was one of the things you loved about him, along with many other things, so his lack of words shocked you. You say his name, and it finally catches his attention, “You okay?”

His eyes linger on yours for a second too long, and he quickly diverts them before responding. “Y–Yeah,” he clears his throat before sitting up, the blankets pooling on his lap, “just some things on my mind, love.”

Your head tilts at his confession. Steven always had a nervous habit when dealing with tricky things, so when you see this, you’re puzzled. Your eyes dart to his constantly moving hands then back to his eyes. You reach a hand towards his anxious ones, placing yours there to ease his mind, “We can talk about it. Only if you want to, of course.”

“It’s complicated, and I don’t want to bother you,” his demeanor visibly relaxes at the feeling of your touch.

You let out a breathy laugh, “You never bother me, Steven, you know that.” Your thumb has started to rub the back of his hand, each movement making his heart flutter.

“Just,” he starts before stopping, trying to find the right words, “don’t let what I say ruin our friendship. I value too much, and if I happen to fuck this up then stop me right now.” Your heart was racing at each word that Steven was rambling over. He was a nervous mess in front of you, and you could tell he was scaring himself. You kept quiet to see if he would continue, but when he remained flustered, you decided to jump the gun. Grabbing the sides of his face, you pulled him in for a kiss.

Nerves racked your brain until he kissed back. His hands, previously folded over each other on his lap, are now at the sides of your waist, pulling you in closer. There’s a fit of passion between the two of you. All these years of unspoken love have finally escaped, and you couldn’t be more relieved.

You try to pull away, but Steven keeps you in his touch with one of his hands coming to the side of your neck. His other hand makes its way down to the meat of your hip, squeezing it. You gasp at his actions, pulling away to look at him with a smile on your face. Steven’s face is bright red, his gaze focusing on your lips until you grab his chin, forcing him to look up at you, “So tell me, what do you feel for me?”

He’s already leaning in for another kiss, his body needs you. You lean back, forcing him to chase your lips before he responds, knowing that you won’t let him touch you unless he answers your question, “You know the answer, darling. You know it all.”

He thought you were satisfied until you shook your head, still holding his chin as you leaned in as close as possible. Still not connecting your lips, you whisper, “I want to hear you say it, Steven.”

You’re teasing him, and he knows it. “I love you.” he starts before taking a deep breath and looking into your eyes. “I love every part of you, and I can’t handle another second without your touch now that I’ve finally got it. So, please…Please let me kiss you, love.”

The grin on your face widens before you close the gap between you and Steven. He moans into the kiss as if you’re the sweetest fruit he’s sunk his teeth in. The sound of his pleasure sends waves straight to your core, a feeling of desperation grows as the kiss progresses.

“Lay down,” Steven mutters into your lips. Leaning back to fall onto the mattress, your lips never leave his. His arms cage you in as he hovers over your body, his lips moving to your neck. His lips suck on the supple skin right under your ear, eliciting a moan from you. Your hands immediately weave themselves in his hair. Lifting his head he says your name, catching your attention, “Let me take care of you, yeah?”

Not another second goes by before you nod your head, eager to see what happens next. His arms slide down your torso, his fingers catching on the hem of your pants and hooking under your panties in one swift motion. You open your legs for Steven, and he wastes no time placing himself between them.

He first places delicate kisses on each thigh. Each one is higher than the last, and each one causes a shiver to run up your spine. The anticipation was killing you, “Steven, please stop teasing.”

He nips at the skin before licking it and placing his head on your thigh, looking up at you with innocent eyes, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, love.” You whine in response, and he laughs. “Hey,” he finally comes face to face with your aching pussy, “I had to get back at you for teasing me. Now we’re even.”

You start to talk back before you’re cut off by Steven’s warm mouth on you. He doesn’t waste any time before diving his tongue deep into you, a gasp of surprise echoes throughout the small apartment. He’s lapping at your juices, the taste makes him moan into your clit. “Fuck, Steven…,” you moan, your hands gripping at the sheets beside you. You’re not sure where he learned how to do this, but that’s honestly the last thing on your mind, especially when he keeps sucking on your clit.

Steven can see how hard you’re gripping the sheets, and even though you two are touching, he misses your touch. He removes one of his hands off of your thighs and reaches for yours. You’re still a moaning mess when Steven intertwines your fingers, but you notice his actions, as you always have.

He can’t get enough of you, and when you cum into his mouth, he stays there, making sure to get every single drop. “Steven–fuck,” you giggle at his eagerness to keep going, but you’re too overstimulated to keep going. With your free hand, you hold the side of his head before gently pulling him off of you.

His lips and chin are glistening from your slick, and he has a shit-eating grin on his face. You couldn’t get enough of the sight in front of you. Sitting up, you pull Steven up for a kiss. The taste of you on his lips makes you whine.

Reaching towards Steven’s cock, you pull away when you feel a wet spot and a soft cock in his pants. You look back up at him, his face bright red from embarrassment, “Shit. I’m sorry, love. That’s pathetic of me.”

“Hey,” you give him a small peck, “I think it’s kind of hot actually.” You smile at him before standing and walking towards the bathroom. You look over your shoulder to see Steven, still on the bed, admiring your half-naked form. You tease, “Do you want to join me in the shower, or are you going to keep staring at me?”

He perks up at the suggestion and immediately joins you.

Your movie nights will continue to be a tradition, but now, a few kisses in between each scene won’t hurt.

✮ author's note: EEEK STEVEN GRANT!!! i love this man so much it's unreal. thank you for requesting this and participating in my bash, @steven-grants-world !! if you guys want to join, click on the link at the top of this fic. don't forget to like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed!! ok, bye ily 🫶

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gyllenhaalstories · 10 months

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SOMETHING TO RELY ON — DETECTIVE LOKI 🖤

summary: detective loki comes home after a long investigation, needing nothing more than something, or someone, to rely on.

warnings: i can’t write canon and accurate portrayals to save my life, mentions of loki’s work, fluff & comfort. 18+ NO MINORS. yes, even if this fic has no smut, i don’t want minors interacting with my content.

word count: 1700

gifs credits: @/magnusedom (cropped) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i have the selfish need to take care of this man and protect him from all the bad things in this world so this is exactly what i’m doing with this fic. no plot, only rambling. 🖤 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

“Oh, David.”

He grunted, rejecting what sounded like pity in your voice. It was a reflex, despite you telling him over and over again that you empathized with his hard work. He simply refused to let you feel bad for him.

And you refused for him to not let you do that. How could you not feel bad for your man? He looked dishevelled at best. His clothes were wrinkly, his coat was wet from the rain outside. His beard was unusually long. He smelled of cheap body soap, one labelled a manly tornado of masculine jungle and virile storm clouds.

David started to explain, calculating his words so that he would not speak in vain. He told you that he found a truck stop and used their showers before driving back home. His presence for the investigation was supposed to last a day or two, but he was required to stay on the field for about a week. Unlike his colleagues, he turned his back to the offer of a comfortable bed at the motel and a warm breakfast every morning. He stayed ready and awake for as long and as much as he could, in case of something happening.

You helped him out in silence as he spoke. How you had missed the sound of his voice without the bad network of the phone service struggling to pick up from the place he stayed for the past week. It could have been in the middle of the Bermuda triangle for all you knew, it cut you off too many times and prevented you from falling asleep to the gentle humming of David as he played in his mind songs that looped on the radio during patrol.

He let you remove his drenched coat. He watched you until you disappeared into the bathroom, he assumed you were hanging the coat in the shower where it could drip and dry without making a mess. He loved your attention to details, and how it mirrored his very own. He let you untie his boots so that he could step out of them. He let you do every small and big gestures to get him comfortable.

You offered him a fresh set of clothes, soft worn-out sweatpants and an old t-shirt that had been waiting for his arrival since the moment he walked out of the door. While he changed, you discarded of the dirty work clothes that he wore. You did not comment on how difficult it would be to wash away the dried stains of mud. He was probably kneeling outside in the rain, searching for a piece of information regarding the investigation. Day and night, you knew he devoted himself to his case.

“Love?” He called out for you. He blinked as he caught sight of you, being a busy bee from one room to the other around the house. You hands were full one second, empty the next one. Loki both loved and hated how this all came naturally to you. He loved the ways with which you both took care of each other. You handled the seemingly mindless tasks that weighted heavy on his shoulders while he provided you with a safe, strong presence and with arms to fall into when you needed. When he was actually there.

You finally reappeared in the living room. Your face lit up with a smile at the sight of him. He already looked better in the clean clothes. The shirt stretched over his broad chest, over his soft tummy. “Tell me the story of when you got this t-shirt.”

Loki grinned and looked down at the World’s best fisherman shirt. He explained how he picked it up from the lost and found box at the police station he worked prior to the current one. A cliché altercation between him and a box of donuts had led to him interrogate his first potential criminal with a prideful fisherman shirt. His retelling of the story always made the two of you smile.

It worked as a way to bring his feet down on the ground, to focus on what was important. As a bonus, it was simply entertaining to imagine Loki walking around with that shirt while trying to appear as almighty and professional. “Do you want something to eat?”

The corners of his lips curled into a smile and he followed you to the dimly lit kitchen. In a few swift movements, you had bread, peanut butter, jelly as well as a couple of utensils pulled out on the counter. The final touch was added by David’s arms wrapping around your waist from behind as you assembled his sandwich.

You spread the peanut butter all the way to the crust of the bread and on the other slice, you scooped strawberry jelly and made sure to get chunks of fruit too. Just how he liked it, just how you made it when you packed his lunch for mornings where he was too busy and tired to remember to take care of himself. You pressed the layers together gently and cut it in two triangles, handing him the bigger half.

He thanked you with a kiss on your cheek as he grabbed one of the triangles, taking a big bite out of it. He could easily guess you would have preferred to welcome him home with a big, warm meal. Although, in his mind at this very moment, he saw no difference between that sandwich and something that would have taken hours to make and double the amount of time to bake. And besides, he thought a lot about what he wanted to do during this break from the investigation. He needed to keep his mind and hands busy. This sounded like the right opportunity to invest crazy amounts of time into food you could cook together. Or you’d settle from ordering takeout from the Chinese food restaurant.

You cleaned up once you were both done eating, still with David holding you tight like a safety belt. “Want me to tell you about my day?” He hummed, agreeing. So you did just that, you shared the silly details with him as a way to make him feel included despite his long absence. Sometimes, you disliked sharing stories of your life with him. He was a creature of habit, it was hard to remind David that you were just telling about your encounter with a rude person at the grocery store and it was not an investigation. He would analyze your words, scrutinize your reactions, until you told him to relax.

He did not need such a reminder, at that very moment. Loki leaned his head on your shoulder, not minding how contorted his spine was to maintain him in that position. His eyelids were getting heavy, and so was he. He was half listening and half falling asleep on you.

For every night of the past week, you would have traded anything just to be crushed by his sleeping body and keep him safe and warm. However, you imagined it would be in bed and not laying flat in the middle of the kitchen if you even found the space for that anyway. “Come on, big boy. It’s time for your nap.” You turned gently in Loki’s arms, causing him to gain just enough consciousness to grunt in dissatisfaction. You draped his left arm over your shoulders and held him tightly as you both limped your way to the living room.

Any further, and David would have fallen down on the floor. You helped him to the couch so he could lay down. He shook his head slowly when you presented him with one of the throw pillows. He opened his eyes just long enough to lock his gaze with yours and he grinned when you understood his silent request. He sat up, struggling to stay still, until you joined him on the couch.

You stretched your legs up on the coffee table and you let Loki slowly rest his head on your lap. The sigh he let out made your heart clench inside your chest. He was killing himself trying to save people from dying. All you could do was stand by his side and help keep his head above water for as long as he would let you.

Loki saw it differently. He saw all of the love-filled gestures as a sacrifice as big as his. He appreciated each and every single one of them, and tonight was just the same. He appreciated how you peeled away the layers of stress, of turmoil and of fear. You did that by helping him with his clothes and also by keeping safe physically and at peace mentally.

“It’s okay, now.” You whispered as you placed your right hand on his stubbly cheek, your left one played with his hair. You were soothing both of your souls while trying to make up for all the time he spent away.

You repeated that it was okay over and over again until he, too, said the words to himself. He was okay. For now. And, for now, it was all that mattered. There would never be enough words and actions that could show you how thankful he was to have someone to rely on.

“You’re home.” You smiled down at him and watched him closely as he relaxed under your touch. You stroked your thumb over his lips, tickling his sensitive and chapped skin until his mouth parted open and his breathing slowed down.

He was seconds away from drifting into sleep. His eyelids were heavy. On your thigh, his head was heavy too with all its of horrors and sorrow. His voice sounded gentle and calm. “My love.”

A single tear fell from your cheek and down on the hand that was caressing his. Hearing the words in person rather than on the phone healed the pain that Loki’s absence had put you through once more. You leaned your head back to rest it on the couch and you closed your eyes too. Though it came with all sorts of tribulations, you were just as thankful as him to have someone to rely on.

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moonlight · 2 years

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This road never ends. It probably goes all around the world. MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO (1991) dir. Gus Van Sant

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absurdthirst · 1 year

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Ration Cards {Joel Miller x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Post apocalyptic setting, drugs mention, drug usage, prostitution, sex for ration cards, protected sex, slightly rough handling, derogatory language (whore)

Comments: You know Joel Miller has ration cards and you need to save up. To get out of the city so you can find your sister. Willing to get them at any price, you offer Joel something he could possibly want in exchange for a few.

A/N: So how about that first episode???? The THOTs are rampant and Joel is hot AF.

**Not technically a spoiler, but whatever. Beware.

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He couldn’t say how it started. Maybe it was the pills, or the pills and the booze. Something to quiet the sounds of her panicked, gasping breathing that led to this. Not that he cares. Not that you care either. Both of you are getting something out of this, that’s all that matters now. What he can do for you, what you can do for him. He doesn’t care what that makes him, what people think. Even if the thin walls are barely containing the sound of your moans. Joel hisses, slapping his hand over your mouth when you get too loud, his hips punching against your ass. “Shut the fuck up, kitten.” He growls, that rasp pitched down, trying to keep quiet as his cock spears up into your hot cunt.

You cry into his palm, tears stinging in your eyes from how good he’s making you feel. No one else fucks you like this. Only Joel. The condom wrapper glistens on the side table from the sun coming into the room and you close your eyes, so close to your orgasm when he pushes deep inside of you. You’re not sure how you got to this point with Joel. You only know that you need what he can give you, no matter what it costs.

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“Please. I just - I need some more ration sheets.” You beg Joel, leaning against the metal fence while he crosses his arms, glancing around the area for any signs of danger.

“I haven’t got any.” He huffs and you shake your head, “I know that’s not true. You have plenty. I need a few. I - I need them so I can store up. I want to get the fuck out of here. Find my sister. Please, I need the extras. I can - I can give you whatever you want.” You plead and he shakes his head, uncrossing his arms and you admire his profile for a brief moment. Wondering what he looked like before the stress of this entire situation took its toll on the population. He’s handsome now, you can only imagine how handsome he would’ve been without the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“I said no. Okay? Fuck off.” He hisses and stomps off, making you huff and lean against the fence a little more. You roll your eyes and stomp off to your room, deciding to figure out a way to get Joel to give you what you want.

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After a lot of deliberation, you decided to offer what most men in the QZ, fuck, the world, wants: sex. You clear your throat, making your way to his building, avoiding eye contact as you keep the coat wrapped around your body. Nothing underneath it and you’re suffering the effects of the cold wind but it will be worth it. You knock on his door, holding your breath for him to be in

Knocks on a door are always met with suspicion, but Joel yanks the door open without a weapon in his hand. Guns inside the QZ are forbidden but a handgun isn’t necessary when you can beat a man to death. The scowl on his face slightly only slightly and he hands his head outside the door, looking left and right to see if there’s anyone else with you before he looks back at you.

“What are you doing here?” He demands roughly. “I told you, I ain’t got ration sheets for you so unless you need something, go the fuck away.” Done with you and ready to pass out after taking the six pills he had just downed with a shot of bathtub liquor, he moves to close the door.

You stop him, using your strength to keep the door open. “Wait.” You huff and he reluctantly pulls the door open. “I know you have those sheets, Joel. I- I have something I can offer you in exchange for them.” You brace yourself and fumble with the belt of your coat, opening it to display your naked body to those dark brown eyes that seem to burn into your very soul as if he’s trying to figure out your secrets.

His brow scrunches and he stands there for a moment, contemplating what to do. There’s been a lot he’s done since Outbreak, parts of his soul gone and he in no way resembles the man he had been before. He shakes his head and reaches out, grabbing your arm and dragging you closer. “Why are you doin’ this?” He demands.

“I told you!” You gasp. “My sister is- I need to find her. She’s out there.”

It’s a plight he understands, his own desperation to find Tommy since he’s gone silent has led to some dealings he wouldn’t normally do. Another couple of seconds pass, staring into your eyes before he lets go of your arm and straights slightly, his own hand moving to his belt buckle. “Turn around.”

You inhale sharply that he has agreed to this. You are taking a risk, he might not even have the sheets and he’s telling the truth, but you can’t take the chance of not getting them. You are so close to having everything you need. You reach into the pocket before you shrug off the coat, letting it fall to the floor to leave you naked bar your boots. “Use this.” You hold up the silver packet, not even looking over your shoulder at him.

A condom. Joel takes the rubber and stares at it for a minute, trying to remember the last time he saw a condom. He huffs, putting it between his teeth before he starts to unzip, pulling his half hard cock out of his pants and starts pumping himself. You are looking over your shoulder at him and he ignores your slight gasp, concentrating on getting himself hard enough to put the condom on since you want him to wear it. Much better than pulling out so he doesn’t mind it.

You stare at Joel while he gets himself hard, your stomach twisting from how thick he is. It’s gonna hurt. You’re no way wet enough to take him but you can deal with that. Those ration sheets are worth anything you have to do. Not that you don’t want to have sex with Joel. You’ve always wondered what he would be like in bed. You bite your lip, wiggling your ass as you grow impatient. “Struggling to get it up, old man?” You tease him.

“Fuck off.” He grunts, speaking with the condom still clenched between his teeth. “It's not like you’re sucking my cock.” He finally lets go of himself and reaches up to tear the packet open. “Rub some spit on your cunt.” He orders while he pinches the tip and rolls the rubber down his length. Listening to you spit in your hand while he spits on his own. “So it doesn’t hurt.”

You roll your eyes, guiding your hand between you, and you rub your clit, trying to work yourself up. You whimper softly at the sensation and don’t notice Joel coming up behind you. He presses on your back and you lean forward, resting both hands on the arm of the tatty sofa. His hands caress your back for a moment until he is gripping his cock, positioning himself at your entrance and you hold your breath while he pushes into you.

He always loves the second that he pushes inside a cunt. The way the lips spread, stretch around him and the fucking heat. He groans quietly, leaning over your back as he keeps pushing until his hips are against your ass. “Fuck.” He rasps out, twitching inside you for the briefest second before he is moving.

His hot breath hits your back and you shiver, elbows digging into the worn arm of the sofa. “Shit. You’re big.” It’s not a compliment, more of a statement. This is a transaction. You do like the way he curses though, his cock stretching you out as he sets a slow pace and you close your eyes, trying to relax and enjoy this moment of intimacy, even if it’s not even remotely romantic.

It’s not like he has places to be. The sounds inside his head are limited to your soft moans and the steadily slicker slaps of his hips against your ass. The buzz from the pills starting to take hold and his head feels fuzzy, he feels….good. “Fuck.” He grips your hips a little harder, pushing his cock deeper into you when he feels your cunt opening up for him. “You’re- fuck, you’re tight.”

You like hearing him say that, getting wetter with each rock of his hips until you can easily take his cock inside of you. When he pushes deep against your wall, you let out a moan. Finally, you’re starting to feel pleasure. Joel notices and chuckles, deep and dark, sending a shiver down your spine. “So how often do you whore yourself out for ration sheets?” He asks, tone mocking enough to make you growl. You kick at his calf, pushing him back so his cock falls out of you and you turn to slap him.

“You fucking bastard-” You raise your hand but he grabs your wrist, a mocking smirk on his face, his eyes glassy enough to make you furious.

“Kitten has claws, huh?” He chuckles and you rip your wrist out of his grasp.

“Fuck you, Miller.” You hiss, “I just wanted what you have and I - I had nothing else to offer you. I have no weapons to spare, no drugs or booze. This is all I have left.” You poke his chest, still naked while he stands there with his rubber covered cock out, uncaring of your anger.

He gets it better than he would like to. Understands more than he should. There’s been plenty of people who have nothing to offer, who starve. It’s a life that almost isn’t worth living but you go on for family. Grabbing your arm again, he pushes you towards the bed. “Get on your knees,” he huffs, rolling his eyes at himself. For worrying about someone he shouldn’t. When you don’t move, he grabs you again, hauling you closer to him. “Get of the fucking bed, kitten, or get dressed and get the fuck out.”

You can’t leave without those ration sheets and honestly? You want him to fuck you. Even if you don’t cum, you’ll get a few moments where your mind is blank to all the bullshit and you can just be. You kneel on the bed, on your hands and knees, the condom wrapper on the side table he tossed it onto and you glance over your shoulder at him. “You gonna fuck me or what?” You want to rile him up, you want him to fuck you hard.

Reaching out, he slaps your ass harshly before he pulls your hips back. “Shut up.” He huffs, pushing back into you with a groan before he starts spearing into you again. His hands are harder this time, squeezing your flesh before he snakes a hand around to pinch your clit hard enough to make you cry out. “Want you to cum for me, kitten.” He groans as he starts rubbing circles on the swollen nub. You’re doing what you have to and you should get something other than a few fucking ration cards for it.

You moan when he starts to rub your clit, trying a few different motions until you are clenching around his cock. He focuses on that action, working you towards an orgasm, and you pant out his name, unable to stop yourself when you haven’t had pleasure like this in so long. “Oh fuck. Yes. Keep going. Just like that. You feel so good baby.” The nickname slips out, lost in your pleasured haze and for the moment, everything that’s happened to you since outbreak day fades away and you focus on the pleasure, on Joel.

“You like that, kitten?” He groans, working himself into you harder, his cock now throbbing and his entire body starting to feel. “You like my fingers on your clit and my cock in your cunt?” He knows you don’t want him, but it feels good, the wetness of your cunt starting to quelch and he can forget the sounds inside his head for a while. He might even sleep after this.

“Yes. Oh shit. I love it.” You cry out, head dropping between your shoulders while he pounds into you, the slapping sound filling your ears and fading out the sounds of people outside. “So - so good Joel. Your cock feels so good.” It’s true, you haven’t had sex this good since before the shit hit the fan. Your husband…God rest his soul…was the only other man who made you feel like this. “Fuck. Keep going. Make me cum. You’re gonna make me cum, Joel. Keep going.” You demand loudly, a squeal escaping your lips when his next thrust hits deep.

Joel hisses, slapping his hand over your mouth when you get too loud, his hips punching against your ass. “Shut the fuck up, kitten.” He growls, that rasp pitched down, trying to keep quiet as his cock spears up into your hot cunt. You don’t need to be so loud, his body plastered over your back, one hand over your mouth and the other still working your clit while he fucks you, grunting into your ear.

You cry into his palm, tears stinging in your eyes from how good he’s making you feel. No one else fucks you like this. Only Joel. The condom wrapper glistens on the side table from the sun coming into the room and you close your eyes, so close to your orgasm when he pushes deep inside of you. Another half dozen thrusts and he sends you over the edge. You shove his fingers into your mouth, moaning his name around them while you clamp down on his cock. You are shaking from the pleasure and you hate that he’s going to take satisfaction in reminding you of that.

Your cunt is tight, making him grit his teeth as he works himself in and out of you. Fingers moving from your clit to your hip, hand around your mouth tightening and he pulls you upright, needing a better hold on you. Now the sounds of his hips slapping against your ass are loud, almost too loud but he doesn’t give a fuck. Chasing his release with every swing of his hips. Thrusting up into you another half dozen times before he breaks. “Kittennnnnn.” He grunts out your new nickname as he pours himself into the condom, hard jarring thrusts as he rides out his high.

You let him ride his high, short, jagged thrusts as he fills the condom, and you pant, leaning against him. You have a sheen of sweat from the activities and you love it, love the mindless feeling of an orgasm and the following haze. “Joel.” You murmur, turning your head to press your lips to his but he jerks away from you. “I- I’m sorry.” You whisper but he’s already pulling out of you, tying off the condom to toss into the trash by his window. You shuffle off of the bed, legs shaky as you apologize again but he doesn’t hear you.

Tucking himself away in his pants first, he opens the secret book he keeps on the shelf, uncaring of you seeing where he keeps one part of his stash, and he hands you about twenty ration sheets. “Here you go, kitten, go find your sister.” He rasps out, avoiding your gaze.

You frown, feeling dirty now that he’s done with you, and you bend down to pick up your coat, tying it around your waist and shoving the sheets into the inside pocket. “So I guess this is it.” You tell him, clearing your throat. You have enough now to get out of the QZ and you know he’s searching for Tommy.

“Yeah. I guess so.” He still doesn’t look at you.

“Be safe Joel.” You whisper, making your way to the door, your boots now the only sound in the room.

“Be safe, kitten.” Joel murmurs just before you close his door.

You smile against the wood, leaning there for a moment until you get your footing. “This kitten definitely has claws.” You smile to yourself, pleased that you got what you wanted. Now, it’s time to get ready to leave the QZ. What you don’t know is that you’ll be seeing Joel again sooner rather than later.

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sonyarebecchi >>> leotanaka

after 8 years, i have finally decided to change my url :)

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Hi everyone! Here’s the newest addition to my Creator Shoutout Series ( february 25 - march 3)! I want to appreciate editors and their creations that i love from the past week. To track this series or look at previous shoutouts, please check out the tag on my blog *creatorshoutouts.

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it’s your local emo grandma’s birthday (January 22nd) and i actually hit 3K followers recently, so i wanted to do a little something special to celebrate and that means making gifs.

to participate, send me one (1) of these emojis:

👻 + two characters/actors/movies/tv shows = i'll pick my favorite and make a gifset for them ⏰ + one movie/tv show episode = i’ll make a timestamp roulette gifset 🎨 + fandom/movie/character + a color palette = i'll make a colorful gifset 🎃 (mutuals only) = i'll make you something that reminds me of you

i don't have a list of fandoms i like or whatever, but i like a lot of things, so shoot your shot. if i’ve reblogged it or already made an edit of it, then it’s fair game.

requests are good until jan. 26!

tagging some moots under the cut:

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whitexwolfxx310 · 1 year

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Taking Control Over The Big Bad (White) Wolf

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Learning the news that you no longer have to stay at The Compound, Bucky makes a scary but enticing offer.

Warnings: 18+ for this post, dominance kink, life decisions, argument with parents, Y/N, sexual content, cursing, cockwarming, fluff, angst.

Word Count: 3688

Gif: Credit goes to magnusedom

Notes: Yes, a part of this was requested!

Tag List: @peaches1958 @aquabrie @elsie-bells @pono-pura-vida @redbloodedgurl @almosttoopizza

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You have been living out all of your daydreams with Bucky recently. Ever since spending that one night together, he has become more visibly relaxed. It doesn’t look like he’s .5 seconds away from giving himself a brain aneurysm. Well, most of the time at least. While you each have your own apartment, neither of you have slept alone in weeks. That also means Bucky no longer sleeps on the cold floor. He struggles sometimes, becoming antsy as he tries to get comfortable. It’s as if the more relaxed he strives to be, the more restless he becomes.

There have been many fulfilled late nights and some of the best ways to start the day; with each other. Reaching that new level of comfort with one another really took your relationship to the next level. It’s at the point where you’re still learning about one another but passed the awkward stage where it’s uncomfortable to show who you really are. Speaking of learning more about each other, it’s not just the history or experiences you both have had. (Although, the focus tends to be on yourself or Bucky’s young adult life before getting drafted into the Army.) It’s the exploring. Being completely exposed, vulnerable, and getting to know every inch of each others body’s. What he likes and dislikes, what drives him to the edge and vice versa for yourself.

Bucky is always eager to please and even more so to learn. Sex and intimacy have come a looong way over the decades. Positions, toys, enhancements (not that either of you need them, but they’re still fun), and not just restricting yourselves to the bed. Good thing that The Compound is sound proof. Everyone around seems to have an idea of what’s going on behind closed doors, but they don’t need to hear it. So far, Bucky has shown the most interest in exploring different surfaces (the shower and couch seem to be his favorite) and also asserting some kind of a dominant role.

It makes sense because of how compliant he had to be for so many years. Feeling constantly controlled, it would be only human to be intrigued by the other side of things. He’s still always sweet, sometimes almost too gentle. We’ll work on that.

There are two ways of looking at this; One: Bucky is still experimenting. He’s trying to find balance between his pleasure and yours. Two: He’s afraid of going too far and hurting you. While you can appreciate his care and concern for your well being, there’s this dark entity inside begging for a cool metal hand necklace.

*Ding* Your attention gets drawn to the New Email notification on your phone. Sitting down at the island in his kitchen, wearing one of Bucky’s t-shirts and a pair of lace cheeky panties, you bring one knee up to hug it as you unlock your phone. Bucky’s on the other side of the island, cleaning. Always fucking cleaning. You open the email.

“Dear Y/N,

The Compound has been deemed safe once again. We are no longer concerned about a possible breach. You are able to return to your normal work schedule and are free to go home at your leisure. If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to call my extension (3000).

Thank you,

Pepper Potts”

Leave? You have been so caught up in the whirlwind that is Bucky Barnes that it was completely forgotten that The Compound wasn’t your home. It feels as though this perfect timespan has completely crumbled unexpectedly underneath your feet.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asks, staring intently at you from the stove worried.

“I- I was told I could go home.” You say, sorrowfully.

“Hold on. What?” He responds, needing to hear you say it again as if he doesn’t believe you.

“They cleared the possible breach… I don’t have to stay here anymore.”

Bucky doesn’t say a word but it is very obvious that the wheels are turning in his head, trying to think of a way around this.

“We knew this day was coming though, right?” You say, trying to lighten the mood. But its clear that this news has disheartened you both.

Within the blink of an eye he had taken a few long strides, standing now to your side. His metal arm reaches across your lap to grip the chair, quickly turning the chair so that you’re face to face.

“Don’t go…” He begs softly unable to look you in the eyes.

“I…w-what do you mean, Bucky?” You’re genuinely confused as to what he’s trying to imply.

“Stay.” It comes out as a heavy breath. “Here… with me.” He’s finally able to look you in the eyes, and he seems… distressed? Scared? Worried that if you leave his sight that you’ll somehow never come back?

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” Sitting there stunned, holding your breath, you wait for his answer. Either way you’re terrified. Because either one, he literally just asked you to move in. Or two, you completely misinterpreted what he was saying and you’re about to feel like the worlds biggest idiot.

“I know it’s crazy…” Bucky starts, trying hard to think before he speaks in fear of coming off as too much and scaring you away. “And at the risk of sounding utterly selfish in saying this, I don’t feel as though my every move is being microscopically analyzed when you’re with me. I’ve gained trust back with you. I-I’m infatuated with you. Y/N.” His jaw is clenched, the vein in his temple looks as though it’s about to combust from his admission.

Infatuated? What do I even say to that? Your mind starts racing. Flashes of your possible life with Bucky start taking over your mind. Living together and waking up to those perfect pancakes he makes every morning. How instantly protective he is of you whenever you’re in public. The most passionate and intense sex that some people only dream about having. Slow dancing to the record player in the living room every night. Him wearing an all black suit, feeling comfortable with no gloves waiting for you at the end of the isle. What kind of dad would he be? Does he even want those things?

All of his focus is on waiting for your answer. His breathing drawn out as he tries to control it to not seem as nervous as he feels. A part of you wants to only dip your toe in the water, to take things slow because this can be a tough life when you’re so attached from the feelings involved. The other part of you wants to just dive right in. You want to live together? Yes. You want to get married and start a family? Yes. You’re talking about a future that surrounds each other? Yes, yes, and yes. The thought is terrifying but exhilarating at the same time. But the difficult journey could lead to an amazing destination. There’s no way to find out unless you try.

“That’s a really big decision, Bucky…” You start, and his head instantly falls forward in disappointment. “But…” His head picks back up, your gaze meeting each others. “Let’s try.”

His eyes widen in excitement. “Really?!” I’ve never seen him this animated about anything before.

“Really.” Your eyebrows raise as your lips curve upwards into a beaming smile at not just the possibility, but the reality of this happening.

“Ugh, Y/N. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any happier. You always surprise me!” Bucky quickly snatches you from the high counter chair at the island. The giggles effortlessly flow out as he picks you up and spins you around once. Placing your feet firmly back on the ground, he cups the left side of your face with right hand.

“You do realize this means that your place probably won’t be spotless anymore, right?”

“Our place” He corrects, mirroring the giant cheesy smile. “Worth it.” He says, placing a gentle kiss against your lips. "Get ready, let's go and get your stuff."

Sitting in the passenger seat, you look over at Bucky. It's one of those moments where you feel like the luckiest woman in the world. This is a moment you'll remember for a lifetime. He has dark sunglasses on, concentrating on the mostly empty road. With being tall, he props his left knee underneath the steering wheel, using it to maintain the car straight. His right hand reached over, resting on your knee and giving it a gentle squeeze as his thumb rubs smoothly over it. The golden hue from the fall foliage makes his outline glow, as if he were an angel.

How is this even real life?

Coming back into the current moment, you recognize the song on the radio. Bucky actually let you control the music for once. Which is probably something he is going to regret.

"I love this song!" You exclaim, turning the volume up. But of course not too high for the old man.

"She's the one, she'll always be there She took my hand and I made it, I swear Because I fell in love with the girl at the rock show She said, "What?", and I told her that I didn't know She's so cool, gonna sneak in through her window Everything's better when she's around I can't wait 'til her parents go out of town I fell in love with the girl at the rock show!"

You stop, realizing that Bucky is looking over at you and not the road anymore. "You doing that staring thing again." You laugh. "What?!" You ask, suddenly feeling self conscious from singing.

He smiles, shaking his head. "I just enjoy being around you." It's the simplicity of being yourself that he admires most. Every move isn't articulated or pre-planned. There is no immediate danger. Life can be uncomplicated when you're free to be yourself.

The thought of just being with each other makes you feel warm inside. Who would of figured that you two would be the ones leaning on each other?

The rest of the car ride was pretty quiet. No particular reason, just relishing in the cool autumn weather for the duration of the drive.

Soon enough you're on the dirt road leading up to your parents house. Getting closer, you notice that both cars are parked in front, meaning both of them were home. Bucky parks and looks over at you, seeing what your reaction is going to be. You squeeze his hand that is still on your knee and smile. "Just give me a moment to grab some things, okay?" You say, still holding his hand for reassurance.

"Okay." He reluctantly let's go of your knee as you get out of the car.

Walking up to the front door, you know the conversation that is about to be had. Your jaw clenches in anxiety as you enter the house.

"Oh hey, sweetie!" Mom says, pausing from dusting the pictures on the mantel. "We were wondering when you would be coming home!"

"About that..." You start, taking a deep breath as your hands ball up into fists from being nervous. "I've decided to stay at The Compound. I just came here for my things." It gets blurted out.

"Oh?" Mom replies, waiting to see if there is more of an explanation than you've provided.

"Why is that?" Dad asks from the hallway, leaning on the frame. His sudden appearance makes you jump, not knowing he was right there. The ball of nerves inside of you doesn't necessarily help the situation either.

"We all knew my staying here was temporary..." You say truthfully, but it still comes out like an excuse.

"So...it's in relation to your job then?" His eyebrows raise. You were taught better than to lie, especially to him. And even if you tried, he would know.

"Kind of." Your response is dancing around the whole truth. "I don't have a lot of time." You say as you briskly walk into your room. It won't be hard to pack since you have been living out of suitcases since you came home from college. Not taking the time to fold your clothes, you shove them all into the collection of duffle bags and luggage.

"I'm confused..." Mom says as she walks into the room.

"There isn't anything to be confused about." Not being able to look at her, you continue to pack your bags rapidly.

"You don't see what's happening here?" Dad directs the question towards mom and then quickly answers for her. "This is about James."

"James?" Still confused, she looks between you and your father.

An exacerbated sigh comes from your mouth as you angerly slam a shirt down into your bag, now glaring at your father.

"So what if it is?" You challenge.

"You know how I feel about him..." Dad keeps a level, monotoned voice as if you were negotiating over a hostage situation. He takes a step forward but you hold your ground.

"And you know how I feel about him, Dad! This is the first time I have felt happy in the year and a half since Luke died!"

Mom stands in the room, looking between the two of you anxiously. Dad sighs, evidently starting to get more annoyed at the thought of you and Bucky together. "Why can't I have this, Dad?" You ask, feeling defeated. "We took a loss as a family, together. We got through it, together. But this is something that I want and I feel as though Luke would be happy for me!"

There's suddenly a knock at the door. Closing your eyes in frustration, you already know who it is. Your head rolls forward and you slip passed your parents and open the door to no other than Bucky. He only takes one step into the doorway, just enough for the screen door to close behind him. He clears his throat, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Sir." He acknowledges your father only to be met with an intense stare. Well if they're going to have a staring contest, sorry dad but you're going to lose.

“James.” He sternly acknowledges.

Bucky turns to you, leaning in close as his hand gently holds your elbow. “Are you okay?” He asks, concerned. You nod your head looking over at your dad knowing that it’s just an amount of time before one or both of them explode.

“This is a family matter, Barnes.” Heeeere we go.

The scary thing about Bucky is that when he’s mad, he gets quiet. There’s no temper tantrums, no yelling, and no low blows. Thanks to Hydra, he’s an expert at not reacting when under immense pressure. While the circumstances are different, he’s on the defense. Your defense.

“I understand. I just wanted to make sure Y/N’s okay.” Bucky says in the same monotoned voice that your father just used on you a few moments before. “I’m not trying to interject here-“

“So then why are you?” Dad spits, growing angrier by the moment. Bucky standing here might just put him over the edge.

You quickly step between both of them bringing their focus to you. “Enough.” You say blatantly. “Dad… mom.” You take in a deep breath. “This is what I want. He is what I want. If you reject him than you’re rejecting me.”

The two stubborn men in the room are watching each other intently while trying to lay down the unspoken claim of who you actually belong to.

“I’m grabbing my things and we’re leaving. I understand that this might be a lot to take in at once, so I’ll give you time to process. You know how to get in contact with me. I love you guys.”

Reaching down to the floor, you pick up two of your bags. Bucky reaches down as well, slipping his gloved metal arm through all of the handles and picking up the rest of the stuff. He looks like me when I’ve gone grocery shopping and only want to make one trip from the car. And effortlessly of course. He holds the door open for you to walk outside, and follows right behind.

In silence you both pack the car and leave. There is an unspoken tension between the two of you. How did this day go from being so happy, so excited to head into a new journey together, to this?

"Parents usually love me." Bucky says, breaking the silence by trying to be funny.

"I'm sorry." You respond. Bucky shakes his head. "Really, I'm used to these kinds of reactions from people. I think that you're the only one who hasn't run off the moment we met." He admits.

"Still. I can't apologize for him but I can be sorry that you were treated that way."

"Seriously, it's more natural for people to react that way. You're the only one who hasn't, Y/N. That's what makes you so precious to me."

The ball of anxiety in your stomach starts turning into warm butterflies all over again. I don't understand how so many see Bucky as this deadly, soulless person. He has such a big and kind heart. And while yes, he's past is hard to get over, working hard on himself and making amends with everyone he can, speaks volumes about his true self.

"It finally looks as though someone lives in here!" You say, hands on your hips looking around the newly decorated living room.

"Yeeeah." Bucky says as he scratches the back of his head.

"Oh come on. Having me around all the time won't be so bad."

He laughs while taking a few steps closer, wrapping his arms around you. "That sounds terrible, honestly." He jokes, pulling you in closer. You'll never get over just how warm his body feels when pressed to yours, which makes no physical contact feel just that much cooler.

Jumping up, you wrap your legs around his waist, being overcome with the need to be as close to him as you possibly can. Bucky of course supports your weight effortlessly, each palm grabbing a fistful of your ass. Your arms wrap around his neck as you lean in to kiss him. He moves his right middle finger to gently stroke once over your center. Pulling away from the kiss you let out a giggle, "Oh hey."

"Hey." He smirks, resuming the kiss and brings you to the couch. Sitting down with your arms still around each other, you're now straddling him. Your hips instinctively and tentatively start moving forward and back on his lap. A shallow breath escapes Bucky's mouth with a muffled moan underneath. You smile into the kiss and then pull back. He leans back in to continue the kiss but you withdraw further. Confused, he's looking up at you, his eyes pleading.

Shaking your head and grinning, you take your arms away from his neck, your hands wriggling down between your legs and reach of the hem of his jeans. A sharp breath pulls in from his lips as he keeps eye contact with you. Undoing the button and pulling down the zipper painfully slow, you decide to take on the assertive role here. Your power over one of the most feared men in the world, begging at just the very touch of your hands. Just the thought alone is enough to get you off. But neither of us are getting that right now.

Releasing his erection from his boxer briefs, his hips naturally advance towards your hands. And you let your hands drop away from him.

"What-" Bucky starts, but you place an index finger of his lips. "Shh." You coo quietly. "I'm going to do whatever I want." His eyebrows raise in response but he doesn't protest. After giving him a moment to realize that he is now under your control, you spit into your left hand before moving it back down to the small gap between both of your legs. You grip his shaft firmly, but not aggressively. Your hand starts in a leisurely up and down motion.

You take his bare metal hand and place it between your thighs. "Rip them." You say sternly while grasping onto him slightly harder. Following your orders, his fingers move upward to the waistband of your leggings and pulls swiftly downward. The tearing of the fabric makes your entire body tingle. Bucky discards the remnants of your pants onto the floor, leaving your lower half covered only by a thin, lacy piece of fabric.

Raising yourself up while still straddled in his lap, you gently use your hand to maneuver his tip to your only slightly covered opening. He takes a deep breath as his head rolls back to meet with the top of the couch. His hands twitch slightly on your thighs, trying to control the desire to flip around and bend you over the couch.

Now using your left hand, you pull the material to the side and gently glide him in. His hips try to buck up into you, but still having a firm grasp, you hold him in place.

"No." You say strictly, and he reluctantly relaxes. Continuing to slide him in inch by inch he looks up into your eyes. A small moan escapes his mouth once he is fully inside of you.

You pull him in close to your chest, tenderly running your hands through his hair. Aside from your core having the natural tendency to constrict around him, you don't allow your hips to move. Bucky's breathing intensifies just from the sensation of being inside of you along with your nails in his hair. "Not a word." You whisper, still keeping your body rigid, painfully refusing both of you the release that you so desperately want. But the continuation of your hands rubbing through his hair, down his back, and sensually up and down his arms lulls him to sleep right then and there after a while. You grin to yourself, barely being able to contain the excitement you feel for the repercussions you're going to face for this.

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