even if he can be slow, his heart is in all the right places.
mickey is stunned when he first sees you, jaw slacked and longing eyes watching you pass him in the hall.
the smell of your hair was comforting, so good he could feel his heart drumming inside his throat.
you gave him a polite smile, your eyes scanning him with a glint of intrigue. he gulped, suddenly self conscious of his uniform.
"have a good night," you said, nodding towards him. as your smile grew wider, he remembered he was just standing there.
"you too." he nodded back, picking at his fingernails in a distracted manner.
you were beginning to walk towards your room again, so he panicked and rushed out the words "i'm mickey, by the way".
he could see your lips moving when you introduced yourself, beautiful lips. he registered your name, putting a title to the face, beautiful face.
"you're beautiful," he blurted out.
"thank you. it's not very easy to be beautiful when you are in space." you laughed and he melted, smiling back at you.
from that moment, he knew you would be connected. he didn't know for how long, but he hoped it could be for a long time.
no matter how many times you asked mickey to take care of himself, he would always put your needs on his top priorities.
"d'you want some of mine?" he asked, face stuffed with suspicious bread.
mickey was starving, but he wouldn't mind giving you a piece if you really needed.
"how was training today?" mickey would ask as soon as you entered his door.
you always observed his behavior as you took off your shoes, trying to figure it out if he was already another version of mickey.
you liked them all equally, challenging or sweet.
"tiring, boring. need a kiss." you pouted your lips at him.
mickey got up from bed and grabbed your waist, gently locking your lips.
he didn't like to talk about his day, so you didn't press, but when you thought of the things he was going through, it still made your insides turn.
"your hair is always so soft. how?" his fingers made little circles in your scalp, bringing your head to his chest.
"alien shampoo." your voice was airy, mickey knew how to make you weak.
"i might need to burrow that." he smiled against your head.
mickey was always thinking about you in some way at any time of the day.
in the morning, if you weren't with him, he would think about your face when you were drooling on your pillow, dreaming about rainbows and unicorns. he thought about kissing your nose and waking you up in the same way he did when you slept on his bed.
at lunch, he would be all over your personal space, cracking bad jokes about his time on earth or silly things that happened on his week. teasing you endlessly about the night before, or the night to come.
at work, it was harder to think about you, but the most satisfying. he needed a motive, a drive to say focused, and you fulfilled that role very well. mickey kept thinking about coming back to you, being in your arms, getting to touch your body and kiss your lips. it made dying worth it, more palatable. it required more effort to think about you in such stressful situations, but his mind did anyway.
at night, he poured everything he got into you, into making you feel appreciated just like he felt by you. he could kiss your entire body for the whole night and not get tired.
"i'm close, mickey." you whined into his mouth, he kept the same pace and rubbed your clit a little harder.
he kissed your forehead and closed his eyes, feeling his stomach burn with a familiar feeling. he pushed his needs away to give you more pleasure.
"come around me." he whispered into your ear, lips moving back to your face. he hugged you close when he felt you gush around his cock, biting his shoulder.
you always rubbed his back after, scratching your nails against his skin, listening to his heartbeat, giggling at the sound of his voice. you were there, you loved him.
and if you were there with him, he could die again, and again, and again...
male vampire oc x gn reader, hypnosis, blood mentions, he really is obsessed.
he first saw you as a bat, peeking through your window when you were fast asleep and illuminated by the moonlight.
even though your face was just a shadow, he kept staring. over and over, and over. he forgot the reason for his outing was feeding and simply admired your form until his stomach was aching again.
he could taste your blood on his tongue, feel the warmth of it burning his throat, filling his long dead being with your life.
he felt the urge to bang against your window to wake you from your slumber and see your face clearly, to see every vein on your arms, your chest your neck. to hear your heartbeat speeding up, your blood flowing in the river of your mortality.
the vampire craved more, he wanted to know you.
he kept coming back every night, watching you sleep, observing the rise and fall of your chest as your eyes seemed to never open. he wished to build you a casket, to secure you in the same darkness that surrounded him.
you were not so different from him, no less lonely. however, your humanity was undeniable, and everything that made you human was so vivid he felt impotent.
but he could use your humanity for himself.
one night, it poured rain as it never did, the only light keeping your company was the one coming from the fireplace and the few candles scattered around, making it possible for you to discern the words in your book.
you heard three knocks in your window, and you thought you were hallucinating. maybe your imagination was trying to bring your book into reality, playing games on you. but then you heard again, the same three knocks.
your face fell in surprise when you opened the door, gasping in shock as a man stood in front of you. dripping from head to toe, holding his right shoulder with his left hand. his shirt was full of blood, thick and recognizable among the water.
"what happened to you?" you were stuck in place, debating on whether to try contacting a doctor or rushing the man inside.
"i fell in the streets, trying to escape the rain. i hurt my shoulder in a tree, my sight was too blurry in this weather." his voice was melodic and deep, although weakened by his injury. his eyes seemed to look into your soul, into the very core of you.
you couldn't quite make out the color at night, but you would swear his eyes were red. what a nonsense, you cursed yourself.
"please, come in. i fear the storm is getting worse." you would never deny help to anyone who needed it, it went against your principles and learning.
your first mistake, your compassion was infuriating.
he sat on your couch as you fetched supplies to treat his shoulder, touching the book you were previously holding. he smelled you all around him, engulfing him in your sweetness. your voice was perfect, you looked divine, as if the ugliness from the world was unable to stain your beauty.
"how odd, it looks like it's healing already." your smile was shy, as was your touch on his arm. he held his blouse down, looking into your eyes as you examined him. his skin was cold, which wasn't so surprising. it was raining heavy outside.
you could feel your face warm up, blood rushing to your cheeks. his hair was long and soft when it brushed against your fingertips, his lips were full and inviting. he was so close, you felt trapped in a trance.
his skin could be made of porcelain, he was beautiful and haunting.
"how have i longed to look at such perfection." he whispered, tracing your jaw with his long nails.
the vampire was aware of his effect on humans, you were no different. you didn't even question all the blood on his clothes. the victim who scratched his shoulder trying to escape their tragic death for sure left a mark, and would feel great disappointment at how easy you left him in.
your eyes were glazed over, you couldn't speak, his eyes were all you could see, scarlet red and shining under the fire.
it did not take long, the bloodsucking beast thought, putting you under his spell was like with any other mortal. you were his to control, his beautiful pure human.
he sat you down at his side, making your night clothing humid with his own wet trousers. he caressed your face, your heavy breath hitting his skin and making him shiver.
the vampire came closer, smelling you all over, pushing his nose into your hair, holding your body against his as you held no protest, accepting his affections with no reluctance.
"they all taste so bitter. so disposable." he held your hand, bringing it to his icy lips. "but i know you will be different, they are not worthy of the presence of someone like you."
he leaned in, admiring the veins in your neck, the way your hair was raised with goosebumps. "of someone who was not contaminated by mortality, yet is so full of it."
he licked around your ears, watching the way you trembled under his touch, completely paralyzed. "of someone who was touched by the gods, sinless."
the bite was hard and hungry, ripping at your neck with days and more days of adoration from afar. he wanted to empty you of your essence and fill you with his, consume your everything and leave you dry.
the taste was not comparable to anything, he could feel all your thoughts, your feelings and fears on his tongue. it was rich, gushing into his mouth and running down his chin.
at that night, he tainted your for the first time, taking you away from the dishonorable human world.
i’m begging you to elaborate on anal with logan it is a NEED
sure can!
cw: smut, logan (wolverine) x fem!reader, talking about anal sex and all that stuff.
logan will ease you into it day by day, he needs you relaxed and comfortable before he tries anything with your other hole.
it starts like it usually does with logan, a playful slap on your ass cheek soon escalates to him groping you, grinding his crotch against your butt and kissing your neck.
he will though start to give undivided attention to your ass, biting, grabbing, licking and worshipping it under his greedy fingers.
you don't seem to notice any difference in his behavior, your boyfriend gave love to every part in your body.
"what are you doing, baby?" your eyes widened slightly, a gasp leaving your bitten lips as logan's tongue circled your rim playfully.
"just tasting you, just like i always do, sugar." he smirked at you, unaffected.
you felt your lower belly burn, your thighs were shaking around his head, inner parts all scratched up from his beard.
logan knew he had you when he put the tip of his tongue inside your asshole and you came, face all embarrassed and confused. your pussy was dripping on the bed, begging for his dick inside.
you don't talk about it for a while, always more reserved than logan when it came to sex matters.
but he did notice your interest.
your pussy was wrapped up around his cock, sucking him inside like he should never leave, his crotch all messy from your juices, your face embedded in pleasure.
he knew it was the perfect time.
one of his fingers went to his tongue, taking his time to get it wet before he rubbed it on your clit, your wetness soaking his hand.
"lo..." you moaned spent, grabbing your own tits as you watched him. he smiled down at you, tilting his head.
his finger trailed down until it found your twitching hole, tracing it slowly so he could give you time to complain. when you didn't, one of his fingers slipped in as he watched your reaction.
once again, it didn't take much for you to cum when he was playing with your ass.
he experimented with you, adding more fingers, using his tongue to ass fuck you, making you sit your ass on his face. for his final treat to be sweet he needed to prepare you.
logan needed you to beg him to put his dick inside. and you did so.
"lo, are we not doing... stuff today?" you were on his lap, skirt bunched around your hips and shirt off. he looked at his crotch, zipper open, and then at your lips, all pouty and red from your make out session.
"we are doing stuff." he even faked being confused, logan needed to hear you say exactly what he wanted.
"no, i mean, you know. the other stuff." you played with his beard, feeling his lips kiss the inside of your wrist. "sex."
"i thought i was the impatient one." logan teased. "it was leading up to it, bub, half of my pants are off."
"logan." you whined, hitting his shoulder. your face was red, but you still had the courage to say, "wan' you to fuck my ass."
he was NOT normal after that.
literally nothing could have prepared him for how tight you would be, he needed a few seconds to breathe or he would bust before he could even get his whole dick inside you.
logan was big and thick, so it was a struggle even with him fingering your ass for half an hour and significant amounts of lube and spit. but you know, of course he made it fit.
keeps cursing under his breath and stopping every full minute to get himself together and kiss your face a little bit, you felt too good, too perfect.
logans just soooo addicted to every part of you.
im always so out of ideas to answer asks omg but i love getting them pls ask me
cw: smut (anal mention, overstimulation a little bit), wolverine x fem!reader.
"i can't... i can't take it." your eyes were sealed shut, moans bouncing off the walls and sweat dripping down your forehead.
logan smirked, smashing the legs thrown over his shoulders on your tits, successfully folding you in half. "oh, but you can, champ."
he was a sight to witness, messy hair, skin glistening with sweat and eyes pitch black, beast like.
"you asked for it, remember?" his tone was mocking you, mean and not caring at how desperate you looked. you teared up, looking up at him with flushed cheeks.
"you asked me to give you good and hard." logan pecked your lips, the constant slamming of his balls against your ass even faster. "i don't like denying you anything."
you whined when he pinched your nipples and slapped your face softly, trying to bring you back to reality. he was pressed so close against you, hard stomach and chest making sure you couldn't move away from his constant pounding, veins bulging in his arms from how firm he was holding your legs open.
"need you to come, please." you said breathless, face all wet from his spit and your tears, he groaned and rolled his hips against yours, pubic hair teasing your clit. "please..."
"didn't give you my all yet." he said, even though his balls were heavy and his chest was moving up and down with hard breath.
his fingers pried your mouth open, your swollen lips wrapped around them was an automatic response. "i love fucking this mouth."
logan groaned deep in his chest, gagging you on his fingers in the same rhythm his dick disappeared in your pussy.
"but there's still one hole i didn't fuck." his fingers coated with your saliva went down your stomach, finding the way to your ass, teasing the small hole close to your pussy.
"logan." you cried out, surprised. your fingers squeezed his arm, nails scratching the thick skin.
cw: art donaldson x gn!reader, suggestive content, fluff overall.
you first saw him at tennis practice at stanford, snapback on his head and a playful smile adorning his concentrated face.
strawberry blond hair dripping with sweat, staining the red college shirt.
he looked like a professional, tennis and him conjoined as one.
"who is that?" you asked your friend, suppressing a giggle. your eyes followed his racket hitting the ball with impressive strength.
"art donaldson. you don't know him? fire and ice and all that." she said as if it was obvious. you sighed, still watching his strong legs running towards the tennis ball.
you weren't that much into sports to know anyone besides the rising star tashi duncan, but after that night you couldn't help but read every article and book related to tennis.
"hey! is anyone sitting here?" your face was all red, ears burning and fingers aggressively tapping the lunch tray in your hands.
"no, she just left." art donaldson smiled kindly at you, eyes crinkling.
he looked beautiful, skin and hair shining under the sun coming from the big windows. you felt awkward, taking the seat across from him. but the cafeteria was so full and that seemed like the perfect opportunity.
"so... i heard you play tennis."
and art was so simple to talk to. he was enthusiastic to talk about any topic, putting much thought into every answer to your questions and even more effort into getting to know you. it was impossible not to become instantly friends with art when he was so likable.
you started to sit closer to him and tashi duncan at lunch and breakfast, and you came often to watch his tennis practice. you went to tashi's games with him, walked around campus with your bag on his shoulders, you drank from the same gatorade bottle after the gym.
it was too easy to create intimacy with art when he was so thoughtful to you.
you never explicitly admitted your attraction to him, and he never seemed embarrassed about the way his eyes would linger on your lips, on your chest.
how his fingers caressed your arm when you were distracted or the long kisses on your cheek when it was time to say goodbye. you two never talked about any of this, but it wasn't necessary.
"wanna come over later? my room?" you asked all in one breath, nervously scanning art's expression.
he was caught off guard, swallowing and nodding quickly. "you got snacks?"
"what do you think?" you two smiled.
and he knew just how to kiss you right from the first time.
you were sitting in your bed, one of his hands squeezing your thighs and the other lost in your hair, pulling you against him. you tasted his hunger on your tongue, lips bruising you with his passion.
your hands clinged to his shirt, trying to bring him closer and closer. his arms were strong, never letting you go.
he was reluctant to be away from you even to breathe, lips red and pouty and glossed over eyes. art almost whined, gripping your waist to put your body against his again.
"want you." he whispered against your ear, kissing your neck.
from that moment, art was devoted to you.
there wasn't anything you could ask that art wouldn't move mountains to give to you.
his first gift was a promise ring, a beautiful stone on your ring finger meaning you were only his. his lover, his priority.
he asked you to come to every game of his wearing his clothes, sweaty kisses all over your face when he wins.
art kissed every part of you, love burning in his eyes so intense it left you breathless.
"you looked so cute cheering for me." his smile was wide and happy, hugging your waist from behind as you picked a book from the shelf at the library.
"i could say i'm a fan." his energy was infectious, making a laugh bubble in your chest.
he patted your head, looking around before stealing a kiss and mumbling against your mouth "my number one fan."
and you were. you made signs with his name and took pictures of him on every game with your camera. only his best angles, smiling when he posed and sent hearts at you.
he was just as supportive of your studies, picking up different books and buying different colored pencils, writing his name on the pages of your notebooks just to annoy you.
would make you tea and buy you sweet treats after you were finished, kissing your temples and forehead if you complained about headaches.
he rested his head on your chest and lap a lot, looking up at you so you could get the hint and pet him.
art wanted to spend every second of his free time with you, so he was extremely satisfied when you asked him to teach you how to play tennis.
he went easy on you, extremely careful with his explanations so you wouldn't hurt yourself. art would stand behind you and place his hands on your fingers so he could correct the way you were holding the racket, strong chest glued to your back.
"you are already better than me." he was being kind. art smiled, he enjoyed praising the people he loved.
"you look so pretty with your hair like this."
"you smell so good, i can recognize you anywhere"
"you are so smart, i'd never have thought of this."
"wanna kiss you until you're sore and tired from my love." he said to you one night, voice calm and muffled as he had his head burried on your chest.
"m' not gonna get tired, art."
"you promise?" art looked up at you, eyes shining with emotion and face flushed.
you placed a hand on his cheek, the stone on your promise ring reflecting the moonlight. he leaned into your touch, kissing your palm with eyes closed.
"yeah, i promise."
a/n: not often into blondes but a hot man is a hot man #teamart
tags: paul atreides x gn!reader, hurt/comfort kinda, kissing, sweet and short.
distraught mumbling in your right ear woke you from your slumber. paul was shaking beside you again, whispering senseless words into the air.
"paul, wake up," you said and shook his shoulder gently, his body warm but unresponsive to your plead. "paul, it's me..."
his mouth stopped and his eyes opened so suddenly you had to contain a startled gasped, trying your best to remain a comforting presence for paul.
"you were having visions again." you observed, trying to meet paul's eyes. he was purposely avoiding you and that was always not a good sign.
paul's response came in the form of touch, light fingers travelling all over your face and neck. he squeezed your shoulder and caressed your head tenderly, almost desperate.
"what did you see, paul?" you pressed, giving in to the hand that was pressing your head to his chest, the thumping beat of his heart making you dizzy.
"it was hard to see clearly, but it was you and me." you waited for him to explain but he didn't make a move to continue, still looking at your face and body but not your eyes.
he gulped, kissing your head as he glanced at the ceiling. "i'm afraid i won't know the right path and you will leave me."
"i'm not leaving you. ever." you spoke seriously, catching paul's chin between your fingers so you could force his gaze into yours. "i trust you with all my being."
paul was deep in thought, but you were patient.
he kissed your lips softly, savouring the moment. you could feel his hand squeezing your arm, thumb making circles on your skin. his legs moved, tangling with your poorly covered ones.
his hair was messy, eyes tired, but his mouth was hot and passionate against yours. he needed you in the moment, he needed you beside him, against him.
"i want to be closer to you," he whispered and pressed a hand against your back under your thin shirt, holding you so hard his nails left marks.
his eyes didn't leave your form for a second.
"i think you the only way you can achieve that is if you crawl into my skin." you smiled softly against his chest, kissing the exposed skin. he sighed, pecking your lips again.
"so be it." he smiled back, weak but more certain than before.
tw: dark nsfw, saltburn's oliver quick x gn!reader, dubcon kissing, blackmailing, stalking, cheating (you're felix's partner), sexual themes, voyeurism, he's a creepy lil dude overall.
when he first saw you, you were sitting on felix's lap. a long arm wrapped loosely around your waist, lips stuffing promises into your ears and a coy smile plastered on your face. you looked happy, satisfied to be with felix.
he paid attention to you and to felix, how you would smooth out your hair and clothes countless times before seeing him, hiding behind a wall so he wouldn't see even the smallest flaw in your appearance.
you were all smiles around felix, squeezing his biceps when he made a joke, hearts swimming in your eyes after he kissed you. you didn't even let your smile falter when felix told you for the third time that week that he was too busy to hang out.
you looked fake, or perhaps insecure to be around someone that stole the spotlight every single time, and oliver was interested in how to break your facade.
oliver wanted to change everything in you, make things so messy and confusing you just wouldn't be around felix anymore.
befriending felix was easy when he had so much information on his life, on your life. he knew what to say to make felix intrigued, to enter his circle of friends in a way felix wouldn't be able to get him out.
getting to you was just the next natural step.
you were friendly when your boyfriend introduced oliver to you at the library, curious enough about the new friend that felix was so interested in.
you smiled at him, almost the same way you smiled at felix, and oliver could feel his stomach burn, breath quickening in desire.
"it's nice to finally meet you! i don't know what took so long." you glanced at felix as you shook hands with oliver, not seeming to notice his fingers lingering on your skin longer than the usual person would.
"you're just a busy person, it seems." oliver smiled back, sitting in front of you and felix.
oliver knew you were having relationship issues. you weren't busy, he watched you from the window in your room enough to know you kept your phone by your side at all times, just waiting for felix to call you, to invite you to anything.
"it seems so." you answered, forcing a happy face again, poor concealed resentment all over your pretty features.
of course, felix didn't notice, he didn't notice anything about you. not like oliver did, anyway.
he didn't notice the way you tapped your fingers on the page of your book before turning it, how your eyes seemed to cling onto every word, trying to memorize it. the first buttons of your shirt were open, a necklace with the first letter of your name over your soft skin.
oliver's eyes were locked in for a moment, imagining tugging on it to make you kiss him. or maybe he would pull you closer by your thighs, your legs were just restless under the table. you crossed and uncrossed them over and over again, and oliver wished he was sitting in felix's place so he could make you calm, let a hand wander on your inner thighs and ask you what was making you anxious.
perhaps it was the story you were reading, he knew that was your favorite book, you had quotes of it on the walls in your room. oliver bought the book and read it in two days so he could ask you about it, make you talk to him with your melodic voice.
but the more oliver looked at you, the less he wanted to interrupt your reading.
oliver knew he wasn't good at pretending not to look, so it didn't come as a surprise when you seemed to be embarrassed under his attention. eyes darting between him and felix with confusion, your lips parted with questions at the tip of your tongue, but oliver was quicker.
he silenced you with a finger in his mouth, smiling as if you two now shared a secret. you frowned, but didn't say anything, going back to your book with a gulp.
that was the moment oliver knew he could have you, he just needed planning.
but keeping a straight plan was so hard with you looking so beautiful.
he followed you to your dorm every night, making sure you were safe and everything was fine before he took his place at the tree next to your window. you were always too distracted to notice, writing about felix in your diary and then ripping the pages, dancing to the music in your record player or having a hand down your underwear.
the last seemed more common to you now that you didn't have felix's undivided attention.
oliver knew your routine, you would drop your bag on the floor, sighing away your problems and then sit on your bed, touching your neck, your chest, your stomach, licking your lips before opening your legs a little and taking your pants off. oliver allowed himself to open his zipper, touching his bulge over his boxers, almost tasting your skin on his tongue.
he would bite his fingers so the only thing he could hear was your moans, your breath heavier as you got closer to your climax. he wanted to cum with you, so he held the base of his cock until you were arching your back off the bed, fingers moist from your release.
his cum would paint the walls of your dorm, blood pooling on his tongue from how hard he would bite it to restrain himself.
oliver watched you until you fell asleep, then he would open your window and hear your soft snores. he would take your hand carefully and lick each one of your fingers, swearing he could still taste how sweet you were. he would kiss your cheek and play with your hair as a boyfriend would, touching the fading marks felix left on your skin.
"soon enough i'm gonna be laying with you right here, my dear." he patted your bed, smelling the sheets and smiling to himself.
the only thing that wasn't according to plan was the perfect opportunity falling right onto his lap.
"i don't know what to do anymore, he just won't talk to me and tell me what i did wrong." you came to him one afternoon, face all droopy and pouty, eyes glistening with tears and flushed cheeks.
oliver's heart ached for you, eyes traveling over your trembling hands and disheveled appearance. you were desperate, and your only solution to fix things with felix was to ask for help from his new best friend.
"i don't know what i can do to help you." oliver needed to know more, to have you more docile, more pliant. you almost started to cry again and he put a hand on your shoulder, trying to encourage you.
"i just... it's been weeks of felix avoiding me and it's only getting worse. i think he's going to break up with me." your lower lip trembled and you almost lost oliver's attention from your eyes. he smiled, feigning a gentleness that wasn't all there at that moment.
"where should we talk about this?"
"we can go to my room." right where he wanted. your eyes were full of hope, looking at him as if he was the savior of your relationship.
your knees were touching and that was all oliver could think about, he had to concentrate twice as hard on your lips to actually understand what you were saying about felix but that was just worse.
you were too preoccupied to notice his body getting closer to yours, his absent nodding being more frequent and his glossed over eyes studying your form.
"i could really talk to him, you know. make him listen to you." oliver just said the obvious, what you wanted to hear, but that seemed to be enough to bring you relief.
"really?! but isn't it gonna be too on his face?" you worried and he shrugged.
"i can be discreet, he won't even know you asked." you nodded at his words, trusting and too afraid of a break up to even question the honesty in his tone. he wouldn't talk to felix, he didn't care.
"but i need you to do something for me."
"of course... anything." you were too grateful and that was naive.
"give me a kiss." oliver smiled.
you stood up, betrayal all over your face, "how could you ask me that? are you out of your mind?"
"it's a simple wish, really." he made himself comfortable in your bed, watching your every move. you were suddenly self aware and aware of his presence, a chill ran down your spine.
"you want me to tell felix that you were cheating on him with his best mate in your room?"
"you're crazy, i would never do that. i have a boyfriend." barely, oliver wanted to say and be cruel to you.
"what? i didn't..." you got as away from him as you could, your back hitting the wall as he stood up, taking slow steps towards you.
he smiled at you and you shivered, his cologne making you dizzy. he cornered you with his body after cornering you with his words, you had no way of escaping.
"he wouldn't believe you." you said meekly.
"you know that's not true," he whispered in your ear, caressing your face with the back of his hand, enjoying your soft skin under his fingertips. "you're not on good terms and rumors spread quickly around here."
you could feel his breath on your face, blue eyes overtaken by dilated pupils, full lips pouting a little to mirror your expression. you pushed at his chest, weak and uncertain, his voice penetrating your psyche.
felix didn't like you as much anymore, it was too easy for him to use that as an excuse to break up with you.
you closed your eyes, feeling oliver kiss your forehead and temple, lips dragging all over your face before hovering over your mouth.
"always knew you were smart," he murmured.
a hand behind your neck made your lips touch, your arms falling limp on your sides. his lips were soft, the kiss starting slow until his tongue was exploring your mouth, messy and eager. his other hand went to your waist, bringing you closer and closer and your only option was to hold onto his shoulders.
he was strong, firm, and kissed you like it was the last thing he was ever going to do.
his hand squeezed your waist, stopping at the curve of your ass, fingers resting under your shirt. he tugged at your hair, making you gasp, and smirked against your mouth.
he kissed you until you were panting heavy, stomach clenching against your will, not so concerned about your boyfriend anymore.
all according to plan.
a/n: this is mild but his yandere potential is crazy. i also love barry keoghan.
cw: nsfw, saltburn's oliver quick x fem!reader, dirty talk, slut shaming a little.
"you're so beautiful, princess." oliver kissed your tear stained cheeks with care, smiling as he rubbed his tip on your swollen clit.
the wetness from your cunt and the precum leaking from his cock were creating a mess between you, sheets soiled, but oliver didn't seem to care as he kept rubbing against you, teasing your sensitive pussy.
"wanna fuck you so bad." and for a second you thought he finally would. his head went from your clit to your entrance, coating his dick in your juices. your pussy was throbbing, begging for something inside.
he silenced your whines with a messy kiss, tongues making a pool of saliva on your chin and neck. he kissed your temple and your hair, another smile tugging at his lips.
"you said you were going to behave." blue eyes stared at you like a slap on your face and you nodded, incoherent apologies spilling from your mouth.
"i need to make you wet enough for me." he knew you were dripping. your inner thighs and even your untouched hole under your pussy were all wet, he could just slip inside and you would barely feel the stretch.
but oliver liked to see you suffer under him, to have control over you.
"ollie, it hurts." you cried and squeezed the strong shoulders caging you, trying to bring him closer with your legs wrapped around his waist.
he didn't budge, instead he punished you by sitting on his knees and not touching you at all. his blue eyes bruised you once again, a warning.
oliver put his hands on your knees, spreading you further for him. you suppressed the urge to cower under his gaze, feeling needy and completely exposed.
"you're being so dirty." he licked his thumb and it hovered over your abused clit, predator eyes locked on your leaking pussy. he spat on your cunt, a fat amount of saliva dripping all over your pussy and asshole.
"please, ollie..." copious amounts of tears rolled down your face, cheeks red and eyes shining. "you can do whatever you want to me, i don't care, just put it inside."
"desperate whore." he chuckled and held his cock with one hand, the other keeping you spread wide for him. the tip entered you and relief and pleasure washed over your body.
"mmh..." but oliver stilled inside you, not even half of his cock in. he chuckled and looked at your pleading eyes again, pecking your lips. "i don't think you're wet enough yet."
and he pulled out with a loud wet noise, smiling at the look on your face.
cw: nsfw, coryo x gn!reader, mentions of self pleasure and oral sex, a very jealous man.
he definitely likes to be around you and to know your whereabouts all the time.
coryo doesn't shy away from being naked in front of you or showering together, and is very comfortable just being watched by you.
he's comfortable in your presence, so you can expect silent walks in the city or his honed eyes staring wordlessly at you.
coryo needs to have his hands on you someway, he will be playing with your hair or squeezing your thigh under the table.
a dangerous and constant hand on the small of your back, almost the swell of your ass, bordering the inappropriate when you two are in public.
he loves the way you smell everywhere.
"coryo, stop." you giggled with flushed cheeks as his nose went down your thighs. tongue leaving wet traces on your skin, sharp teeth marking immaculate flesh.
"you smell so good," he stopped when he reached your inner thighs, looking up at you with shimmering eyes. "makes me wanna fuck you all day. give you no time to recover."
his soft lips kissed your skin with care, preparing you for what was to come. "I swear I can smell you from my office, ready for me."
loves having a hand under your pants when you're reading before bed, teasing you and making you stutter your words.
"go on, what's the name of the next chapter again?" coryo smiles, a wicked glint in his beautiful eyes. he keeps a light hand on you while the other finds the way to his own shorts, already devouring you in his head.
he touches himself shamelessly, hard chest glistening in the dim light as his hand works on his cock. you try not to look, but he dares you in so many ways.
when you give up, he's smiling, both hands wet from yours and his arousal.
teaches you how to give him a good blowjob.
"you know I'm big, why do you keep your jaw so tense?" he caresses your face to prove his point, copious amounts of drool running down your chin.
"i'm sorry," you whine when the pressure from his hand on your head eases up, allowing you to search for air. you don't realize you're crying until you feel his fingers cleaning your tears, smiling down at you like an owner would to his pet.
"it's okay, you're learning." the hand forces your head down again, and this time you can take all of it in your throat.
coryo always gives you bedroom eyes after you kiss. it can be an innocent peck before he leaves for work, but he will find a way to make you embarrassed.
actually frowns if you mention a man that isn't him. he's easily jealous.
"you can't actually be mad at me. let's just talk, please." he brings your hand to his chest, pleading eyes winning your heart and making your anger subdue.
"there was no reason for you to lose your temper. he was just being polite." you reason, he rolls his eyes.
"and he waited for me to be away from you to be polite?" he scoffs at your words and you free your hand from his hold, looking away.
"you need to learn to control yourself, coriolanus." your voice is a bit shaky, insecure.
his heart aches at the emotion in your tone, but guilt is not what overcomes him.
but trust, you will never go to bed angry at him. he will make sure of that.
coryo makes sure you go to sleep laying on his chest and when you wake up you need to be next to him.
coriolanus is very protective of you and your health and if you're feeling unwell he will do everything in his power to make you feel better.
feeding you soup? just sit down and open your mouth. bathing you? he will spend minutes and minutes making sure the water is perfect for you. brushing your teeth and drying your hair? he's on it already.
when your relationship is in a more advanced stage, he insists on picking out your clothes. you question it, he answers is just a detail, to make sure you look your best. you're his property, his doll.
coryo doesn't hide secrets from you, except the ones that can harm you.
cw: very suggestive content, fluff, mentions of drinking, jordan li (fem and masc presenting) x gn!reader
jordan enjoys taking you to parties with them just to show you off and then finishing the night with you cuddled up in their arms.
you drank a little and your head was the perfect amount of cloudy, filled with just jordan and loud thoughts about their perfume and their warm breath on your forehead.
jordan's hair tickled your nose when you changed positions and their head found the comfort of your chest, delicate hands embracing your torso and thighs wrapping around yours.
"you get so warm when you drink," jordan whispered, closing their eyes as you rubbed their back lazily. you smiled, you knew jordan lost any reservations when tipsy and so close to you.
jordan lifted their head to get a better look at you, huffing so their hair wouldn't get in the way. you helped putting their hair behind their ears, flushing under jordan's intense stare.
"you okay?" you said a bit awkward, still shy around jordan's big eyes. jordan smiled knowingly, legs moving around until they were sitting on your lap, thighs resting on your hips.
"you're just pretty." they said before a pair of lips was on yours, slow and attentive just how you liked it.
your hands were crossed behind jordan's neck, toying with the pearls on their necklace while their tongue explored your mouth with hunger.
jordan was handsy whenever you two were making out, so it didn't take long for you two feel skilled fingers going down your belly, caressing the skin above the waistband of your sleeping shorts.
you complained when jordan stopped the kiss, their brown eyes glazed over with desire and soft lips red and swollen.
"i'm not going anywhere, stop whining," jordan smiled down at you and leaned in again to kiss your neck, sprinkling wet kisses on your sensitive skin.
you gasped in surprise when jordan turned you over, having to put both hands on their now hard chest to not fall over. delicate hands gave place to callused fingers and rough touch.
short nails scratched the skin of your waist, a hand bringing you by your nape to their lips again.
"wanna feel you wrapped around me," jordan said against your lips, moving their hips against yours so you could feel the bulge growing under you. you whined, nodding frantically.
a lot of nights were like this, agreeing happily to whatever jordan wanted to do with your body, losing yourself in them. they were just as trusting to let you explore them, give jordan as much pleasure as they brought to you.
some nights weren't so good, sometimes jordan would be back at your dorm stressed and angry, frustrated by their parents, by godolkin or by the pressure of being the perfect hero.
you tried to relieve that pressure, and jordan assured they felt better just by being at your presence. you weren't so sure, as you could feel jordan tossing and turning in bed when they thought you were sleeping.
in nights like that, you would try to take their mind off things by telling the story of the new vought+ movie that just came out, or gossiping about students at the university.
you would make them laugh for hours with your dumb jokes, and you went to prepare a cup of tea for them, when you came back they were already asleep.
some nights were just uneventful, though you liked them the most.
you could hold jordan for as much as you like, eat junk food in bed and play videogames until you got tired. jordan was a better player than you, but you were getting there.
jordan would ask you to braid their hair for training the next day, kissing you breathless as a thank you.
they would steal your clothes all the time, smiling innocently when you asked where your favorite hoodie was.
however, when they could sense someone looked at you with more interest than tolerable, you'd be the one wearing their clothes and drowning in their perfume.
when it was summer, sometimes jordan would take off their shirt before sleeping just to tease you, flexing their muscles not so subtly to see you blush, dimples big on their cheeks.
they would hold you closely, firm chest pressing against your back and strong arms holding your waist all night.
it was easy being jordan's partner, loving every part of them was free of worries. it just came natural to you, being close to them. especially at night.
cw: spoiler free, himbo ken, jealous ken, sweet and short.
he's not very sure what to do or how to approach this subject.
things have been getting serious between you two, more pda around other barbies and kens and weekly beach dates have been filling up your calendar.
ken thinks your face is just too pretty and that you're too sweet. he's always saying more to himself than to you, "i really love to be your boyfriend, i wish i could be around you all the time."
but he really, really wishes he could just... touch his lips with yours.
ken doesn't really understand why he feels that urge so strongly every time he's around you, even if other kens or even allan explain to him that couples just do that.
he's very jealous of other kens, and he certainly doesn't like others talking about you or your relationship.
his goal is to be the perfect boyfriend for you. he expends extra time trying to get the perfect tan and the perfect amount of gel on his hair. ken's day is only good when you compliment him.
ken is constantly trying to find excuses to be around you. you need help trying to find the perfect outfit for the day? he's there in a second. you don't need help for anything at all? well, he's also there.
talking about outfits, he's always going to match with you and he makes sure of it. he thinks about how pretty you are gonna look every night before he goes to sleep.
gets very mad if any of the kens is wearing the same color as you. he is your boyfriend and only him should look like he belongs in a couple with you.
ken is very supportive of you when you play any sport in the beach, he's cheering your name and holding signs with cheesy lines and big hearts.
ken even tries to teach you how to surf, even if he isn't really the best at it. you two just stay in the sand and hold hands, smiling and laughing with all the other barbies and kens.
"this rock just reminds me of your eyes. just so round and big. it's for you," he says with emotion in his voice, extending the palm that was holding it to you.
"thanks, ken." you smiled, grateful and content.
he smiled proudly and nodded, "you're welcome."
he also loves especially when you drive him around in barbieland cause he gets to hold your hand and just look at your beautiful focused eyes all the time.
"can i come to your house today? i'm thinking we could have a sleepover." ken asks as he crosses his fingers and hope for your answer.
you immediately agree and he cheers, sending a thumbs up to the other kens that were watching excitedly.
you're wearing matching pajamas and brushing his hair when he suddenly turns to you, eyes shining with clear uncertainty.
"can i ask you something important?" ken surprises you with the seriousness in his voice.
"of course, ken." you drop the brush and squeeze his biceps in encouragement.
he gulps, subconsciously leaning into you, "what would you do if i kissed you?"
your eyes widened and you thought about it only for a second.
"i would kiss you back," you said and smiled, face closer to his.
"oh, okay then." he closed his eyes and pursed his lips, waiting for you with a tilt of his head.
you mindlessly leaned in and softly touched your lips with his, feeling ken smile against your mouth. the contact was innocent, and ken kept caressing the inside of your wrist.
ken's days from that moment were only good if you kissed him in the morning.
a/n: this is so silly but i'm just a ryan gosling silly girl
cw: threesome (they tag team you), dubcon if you squint, sub!reader, degradation, creampie, dirty talk, vaginal sex, anal sex and rimming, oral, manhandling, rough sex, crying during the act.
sequel to this. i recommend you to read it first!
a finger was now finding the way under your shirt, slow and teasing.
"we will have to wait until someone finds us." carmen leaned in and whispered playfully in your ear.
"what do you mean? do you... do you not have your phone with you?" you asked meekly, feeling luca's hands creeping under your shirt and caressing your waist. carmen smiled at you, clear amusement covered his whole face.
"why would i have it? we were just cleaning, pretty thing." carmen said in a condescending way. deep down you knew it wasn't a good reason, but you were getting confused with how strong his perfume was up close, a mix of cigarettes, sweat and just pure man.
"but... what are we gonna do?" you were suddenly feeling shy under the attention from the two men. luca stopped his hands just under your breasts, looking at carmen before answering into your neck.
"i have a few ideas, baby." luca kissed the back of your neck softly, barely there. your body shivered and you gulped, looking clueless at carmen who just brought a hand to your cheeks. "and i'm sure i'm not the only one with them."
"d'you wanna stay here with us?" carmen kissed your forehead gently as luca peppered your neck with wet kisses, breathing heavily in your ear. you didn't consider there could be a choice until now, and your mind couldn't process an answer with how hot you were feeling.
"hmm?" luca pressed, rubbing his growing erection into your ass and making you moan against carmen's hand. you nodded quickly and eager, lust clouding any possible judgement.
carmen's lips brushed against yours while luca kept humping you through your clothes, hands finding your breasts and holding you tight to his body.
"i guess you do." carmen kissed you with roughness and lack of care, his lips chapped but soft against yours. his tongue explored your mouth messily, a visible display of dominance when combined with the strong hand holding your face in place by your neck. the other was caressing your hair, grabbing it with force enough to make you whine in little pain.
luca's hands went under your bra, teasing your nipples with the tip of his fingers while carmen kissed you, letting one of his hands go to your ass and squeeze, slapping the back of your thighs with a smirk against your mouth. you moaned, trying to make sense of the situation, overwhelmed with sensations.
they were everywhere, swallowing you and doing whatever they wanted.
your pussy was so wet you were sure they could feel it over your clothes, throbbing against carmen's clothed cock that stimulated you just right when he bucked his hips.
"i can't believe you're this horny from being groped by two men in this fucking closet." luca laughed against your skin, he sounded so mean to your ears your pussy clenched around nothing, whining against carmen's lips.
a string of saliva connected you and carmen when he pulled away, he smiled at how shiny your eyes looked and how swollen your lips were. he pecked your lips and kissed your cheeks, whispering to you, "probably would've liked more men in here, fucking slut."
"no, carmy." you whined and you couldn't recognize your own voice, so high pitched and needy. luca scoffed, pinching your nipples as if he was punishing you.
"you answer him but not me?" luca said annoyed and unclasped your bra, carmen helped him out and took off your shirt quickly.
you were exposed, and before you could think about covering your breasts with your hands you were being turned around, now facing luca and his furrowed eyebrows.
luca didn't get angry at you often, always so sweet and gentle with you, but you couldn't be more turned on from how possessive he looked. his gaze was burning your skin.
"thanks, man, this is all for me now." carmen winked at luca and he rolled his eyes, mouth finding your sensitive nipples and twirling his tongue around one nub, the other being roughly handled by his hands. his fingers could cover your whole breasts by how big they were.
carmen's fingers went and came from caressing your back and your waist, back to massaging your shoulders and neck. he continued for a few seconds before tugging at your pants, playing with the buttons before kissing the top of your head.
"i just have to know how wet you are first. i bet you are dripping, you sound so fucking horny, baby." you moaned in response and he slid a hand under your pants, rubbing you over your panties. your hips bucked against his fingers, trying to get any contact possible.
your panties were ruined, barely any fabric left to cover your pussy from his touch. carmen smirked and pressed his thumb against your clit, your ass rubbing against his groin. luca grazed his teeth over your nipples just to bring your attention back to him, kissing down your belly and stopping just before carmen's hands were.
"you wanna see?" you let a confused sound and then realized carmen was not talking to you when luca nodded against your chest. you felt two fingers going under your panties and sliding against your slit, collecting the wetness there and leaving just as you were starting to hump his hand.
"look at this, fucking soaked. just from a little kissing and touching." carmen held his fingers up to luca and you felt your face burn, an embarrassed noise letting your throat and making luca chuckle.
"i don't even think she can handle us both, being this weak." luca said and carmen brought his own fingers to his mouth, tasting you and humming with delight. "we gon' have to keep her still so she can take it."
luca took your pants and underwear off in one go, holding your arms so you could step off them without falling into carmen. you were completely exposed to their predatory eyes, feeling conscious of how luca and carmen were still completely clothed.
you felt dirty, it felt good.
"real gorgeous, baby," carmen said against your skin as he got down on his knees, hands grabbing your waist. you couldn't see, but the look in his eyes was full of devotion, ready to give it all to you. he kissed your ass cheeks, resting his forehead against you and breathing heavily.
"you smell so good," luca whispered and kissed your belly button, groaning when he caught sight of your pussy, glistening with wetness and all puffy from carmen's touch. he kissed your knees and two strong hands separated your legs as he bit and licked your inner thighs.
carmen held your ass cheeks apart, biting the skin softly and slowly bringing his tongue to your hole. you jumped, the feeling foreign but welcomed.
"never had your ass played with before? gon' have to prep you before i fuck you here, baby." carmen smiled teasingly and luca chuckled, amused at your gasps and sighs and how your body tensed at carmen's words.
luca lapped all the wetness from your inner thighs, giving your pussy a little kiss before licking your slit, groaning into your cunt with hunger.
they were synchronized when they found your most sensitive spots, sucking and licking you like two starved men in a competition. your legs turned into jelly and you were sure you would have fallen if their grip wasn't so tight.
carmen bent you a bit more so he could stuff his tongue into you as he grabbed your ass, saliva dripping from his chin and making a mess in your thighs.
your hands were holding onto luca's hair for dear life as he sucked your clit, the slurping sounds loud and embarrassing to your ears but quickly getting overhead by your moans and curse words.
"pussy so good, carmen, you need to have it later," luca took a breath to glance at carmen, half of his face covered in your juices. "wet and so fucking sloppy just how i like it."
"her ass is so tight, think you gon' have to keep her mouth shut or she gon' scream this whole place down when i'm fucking it. isn't it right, baby?" carmen said like you were too dumb to understand, and he seemed right when you just whined in agreement, tongue too heavy in your mouth and jaw slack.
luca suddenly stuffed two fingers into you, sliding them in just easy from how soaked you were. carmen took a hint to do the same, sucking one finger and entering your ass, pumping it slowly and carefully to not make it hurt so much.
luca reached up and grabbed your breasts for support, tongue working along with his fingers to make you a moaning mess. you clenched around carmen's finger, your hand slamming the wall beside you to equilibrate.
"she's gonna be too busy trying to take my cock into her pussy to care about you, carmys." that seemed to irritate carmen, as he brought another finger to your ass much more harsh, the tight skin around it burning and stretching to accommodate the thickness of his digits.
luca moved quicker, fingers leaving and entering your cunt in a fast pace, the tips were reaching your sweet spot in a way only a experienced man could. you could swear you were seeing stars, eyes pitch black and head dizzy. your head was spinning and your stomach was so tight you didn't know if you were gonna cum or faint. or all at the same time.
"sweetheart is gonna cum." carmen cooed at you and spit into your asshole, finding the pace that brought you the most pleasure.
his tongue joined his fingers and you were gone, coming hard around luca's fingers and on his mouth. you felt like you were gonna pass out, seeing black for a few seconds and only feeling your high.
luca drank up all your wetness with thirst, making you try to get away from his mouth, overstimulated. carmen held you in place, his tongue even far into you as you kept rolling your hips in hope of stop being touched.
you cried out, "too much."
they pretended to not hear and luca only stopped when he looked up and saw tears running down your face, stopping licking your pussy and bringing two hands to your face.
"baby, why are you crying already? you forgot you still have to take our cocks? so cute." luca cooed at you and pinched your checks, pecking your mouth a couple times.
carmen stood up before giving your ass a gentle slap, kissing the back of your head.
carmen held your chin to his face now, kissing your lips and looking at luca before smiling and saying, "i don't think she understood you. she's got a dumb look in her eyes."
"such a cute fucktoy. the cutest really," luca said against your neck, unbuckling his belt with one hand, tatted arm holding your waist firmly. luca rubbed his cock against you still with his boxers on, teasing you a little.
on the other hand, carmen put his pants down quickly, just enough for his dick to spring free, hitting your ass in the process. he kissed behind your ear, smiling at your sobbing, more tears running down your face.
"just fuck me, please, please..." you didn't know at who you were directing your pleads. it could be to any of them, and it was to both at the same time.
"you gon' learn to appreciate me more. you think carmen is gonna go easy on your virgin little hole? i'm just gonna destroy you a little, pretty. it's not even gonna hurt." luca smiled down at you and you shivered, holding onto his arms and throwing your head back. his blond hair was messy, and his skin was sweating, cheeks slightly flushed with the heat.
you could feel carmen's curls tickling your skin as he laughed, rubbing his cock against your entrance. the hole clenched around nothing, copious amounts of saliva coating his tip when he slowly entered you, just the tip resting in you.
you gasped, feeling it burn. carmen was thick, more than any partner you've ever been with, and feeling him a way you've never felt anyone before was overwhelming.
your glassed eyes looked for luca for support when carmen let more spit coat his dick and thrusted into you with full force, your whole body burning with the sensation. it was a pleasurable pain, just enough to make you wince but throw your ass back to him. luca just smirked, watching you struggling to take it all.
you were gasping for air, but luca didn't let you look back to carmen as he took your mouth in his, covering your noises with his tongue.
"i told you you'd have to shut her up." carmen chuckled and caressed your waist, being merciful as he let you accommodate to his size. his white shirt was almost see through with how much you were sweating, wrinkled from your touch.
you were too distracted to see luca freeing his painfully hard cock from his boxers, but you surely felt his full length sliding into your pussy in one movement. he gasped, he didn't really mean to but you were just so wet his hips lost control. you moaned loud against his mouth.
"i'm too full..." your eyes rolled back and you could feel your orgasm approaching just from feeling them inside you. you were aching, ass and pussy stuffed so full you couldn't even move.
"hold on tight, baby." carmen kissed your hair and started moving with caution, stretching you up in a way you didn't thought it was possible. while carmen was thicker, luca was longer, reaching a deep spot inside of you.
carmen was groaning in your ear every time he moved, the tightness around his dick too much to take. he held his shirt up and watched it disappear into your ass inch by inch, throwing his head back in pleasure.
"i can feel him inside you too. i guess it's the first time we are getting along." luca laughed and whispered against your face. he started to thrust into you, holding your leg up so he could find your g-spot quicker. the angle made carmen come closer to you, sturdy chest pressed against your back.
they found a rhythm that seemed to work for all three, using you for their pleasure, bending you and moving your limbs as they liked. strong bodies held you in place, their cocks going in and out of you at a rough pace.
luca's heavy balls slapped against your pussy and he moaned with his face in your neck, kissing you and making you move by his strong hands in your waist.
carmen embraced your upper body and whined while rubbing his curls in your shoulder, back hugging you in a rather sweet act. much different from how rough he was fucking your ass, from how hoarse his voice was from spilling obscenities to you over and over.
"gonna come in your ass, baby." carmen struggled to say as his balls were tightening and you clenched around them, saliva pooling in your mouth and running down your chin.
your face was covered in tears, eyes all red and swollen from how much you were crying. it was too good, too much all at once. you could barely take it.
"you gonna have to suck my cock clean from how much cum i'm gonna give you." luca groaned, almost delirious with your pussy squeezing him so well.
your belly clenched and you couldn't breathe, reaching the strongest orgasm you've ever had around their cocks. you couldn't see or hear anything for a moment, just how good you were feeling. your head was resting against carmen's unconsciously and your hand was holding luca's, trying to find support.
they kissed you through it wherever they could reach, coming at the same time. your ass and pussy were full of cum, mostly dripping from your inner thighs and ass to the floor, making a mess around you.
you were all warm, slowly coming back from your high. luca looked attentive at you, although breathless and visibly shaken. carmen rested his forehead against your shoulder, eyes closed and arms still around you, hold even more intense now.
"you okay?" carmen was the first one to talk after minutes of recovering, voice sweet and with sincere concern.
"yeah, i'm good." you said, body still spasming. a gentle kiss was placed on your lips from luca, and two on your cheeks.
"then we can switch places." carmen smiled wickedly and winked at luca, who smirked and nodded.
they were finally getting to know each other.
a/n: thank you for the response on the first part, it encouraged me lots. i would really appreciate it if you shared your thoughts on this one!
warnings: suggestive content, they want you badly.
there's a pt.2!
it was well known by all the chefs that luca and carmen were in a constant ego competition in the kitchen.
you didn't have given it much thought until that competition extended to you.
luca was a good friend outside of work. he was warm and attentive to you when you needed support, always offering a shoulder to rest or kind words of encouragement if you felt like giving up. luca would tighten up your apron before starting your shift and rub your back in a comforting manner, making sure you had no worries about yourself.
you liked him a lot. and that still didn't change when you met carmen berzatto.
carmen was much more quiet and reserved, always focused on his work or having his face buried in a cooking book. his eyebrows were furrowed every time you would greet him, but you didn't take it to heart, carmen just seemed like an anxious person.
you didn't talk much, but he always helped you carry heavy ingredients and sharpen your knife along with his so you didn't have to do more work. carmen would tell you to be careful with the heat every once in a while, not wanting the chocolate cake in the oven to burn. he was very polite to you, and that was one of the reasons you couldn't understand why luca didn't like him.
"he's always trying to fuck me over. mess with me. try to get me to fail." luca would tell you all the time in the changing room, visibly distressed. you just didn't see it, keeping a good imagine of carmen in your head. your hands would find luca's shoulders, rubbing slowly while resting your chin on the top of his head. try to get me to fail in front of you, he wanted to say.
"maybe you just don't know him enough and he gave you the wrong impression." you carefully chose your words to not upset luca, missing the way his jaw clenched.
"and you do? you know him enough?" he spat, suddenly taking your hands off him and getting up, face close to yours. his breath was quick in your cheeks, eyes glowing in annoyance. you gulped, shaking your head in negative.
sighing, you looked at his lips and back to his eyes. chest full of worry and care for the man in front of you. "just try not to let it get to you, luc."
the next morning you came earlier to the restaurant to clear your head and focus on your new recipe, finding carmen already there.
it was just the two of you, and he caught you by surprise as he asked you if you already had breakfast.
"i made some pancakes for me, but i can put something together real fast if you don't like it." carmen said shyly and pointed to the plate with beautifully plated pancakes, dripping with the perfect amount of syrup and butter.
you smiled and his heart fluttered, you two ate in silence saved by your hums of delight and hushed praises.
luca and carmen were even more harsh to each other that day, arguing like children over pointless things in the kitchen.
"can you try this?" luca came to you with a spoon full of dessert and held it to your mouth, smiling when you nodded and welcomed it in your tongue.
your eyes widened, "this is really good, chef. great job."
luca was euphoric, going back to his station with your pleased expression in his mind. he didn't notice carmen watching him with a different look in eyes.
you were struggling with a jam jar, trying to get it open for minutes to finish your dish. too embarrassed to ask for help, you were grateful when you locked eyes with a familiar blue plair.
"here, let me help you." carmen dried his hands on his apron and took the jar out of your hands with an amused tiny smile, opening the lid with ease.
you couldn't help but look at his muscles straining against his pristine white shirt, tattoos on full display. his curls were falling in his eyes, and you suppressed the urge to reach out and brush it.
"thank you, carmy." you beamed and he nodded, looking around your station to see if there was anything else he could do to make his stay a bit longer.
after your shift ended, there was only you, carmen and luca left.
you three were cleaning the kitchen in a dreadful silence, air thick with tension.
"can someone bring me a broom?" you asked quietly. you could swear it was right by your side and now it was gone. both luca and carmen turned to you, getting up at the same time.
"i can get it." luca said through gritted teeth, making carmen roll his eyes.
"i'm faster than you, i'm getting it." carmen refuted and you sighed tiredly, getting up yourself.
i'm just gonna go get it." you left carmen and luca as they looked at you astonished, bickering and following you to the small broom closet after sharing a knowing smirk.
you entered it, luca and carmen mirroring it so they could help you in a childish competition to see who was faster.
"wait, just be careful not to..." you paused when you heard the click of the door closing. it was broken for ages and the chefs joked that one day someone was going to end up locked in there as it wouldn't open from the inside. you found it funny, but now you couldn't find your laugh.
"dumb fuckhead," carmen cursed and luca looked offended over your shoulder, absently pressing up against your back so he could point a finger at carmen.
"you pushed me and now you're pretending to be innocent!" luca exclaimed agitated and carmen came closer to you, chest glued to the front of your body so he could lower luca's finger himself.
luca reached over you to flick carmen's ear, his groin now rubbing against your ass. carmen held your waist to avoid it, the other hand trying to slap luca.
you were perfectly situated between the two, your face red and skin starting to sweat.
"guys, can we please try to get out of here?" that seemed to bring their attention, as they immediately looked at you. you stilled, looking at carmen's attentive eyes and feeling luca's hand on the other side of your waist.
"i'm sorry, it's just so cramped in here," luca said against your ear and you blinked quickly, missing the look he shared with carmen.
a finger was now finding the way under your shirt, slow and teasing.
"we will have to wait until someone finds us."
you didn't notice that right behind carmen was the same broom you thought mysteriously disappeared and made you three come to the closet, and you certainly didn't notice that over the past days luca and carmen had finally found something they both wanted, you.
a/n: i can continue this if you guys get any interested!
he didn't need skinship or romantic intimacy, didn't crave constant affection and definitely couldn't see himself being with a clingy or touchy partner.
that was until he met you.
it took a little while to be used to you, to your presence being so persistent in his life. he would see you and immediately be confused, nervous and scared as to why he could only think about holding your hand.
you had to work your way through miles' walls, build your relationship slow and steady even if you were aching to smother him in all of your love.
"you want me to do it for you?" you asked, already holding a first aid kit in your hand with a concerned expression. miles gulped, he could feel his head throbbing and by glancing quickly at his reflection before coming to your house, he knew the cut in his forehead was ugly.
"yes." he answered shyly. you smiled in a gentle manner and got to work, not wanting to comment on the way his hands twitched.
you were careful to not make it hurt more, and you didn't ask how he got injured while you were in the process. miles looked thankful, and even though he flinched the first time you touched his face, you could feel his fingertips caressing your forearms, slow and tentative.
after that moment, he was more receptive to your touch, subtly starting it whenever he got a chance.
"want me to hold your hand? could be dangerous." he would say before crossing the street. there really was no need, it was dark outside and there were no signs of cars in the area, but he still wanted to feel your hand holding his. he would hold your hand until you got home, only letting go when it was time to say goodbye.
and your goodbyes were much longer.
a soft kiss on your lips and a long hug before miles had to get back to his mom.
he would whisper sweet promises to your ear about your next date and leave with a happy smile on his face when you seemed excited, his body still burning with the want to be close to yours.
miles didn't let you breathe when you two were in public, an arm resting around your shoulders at all times or his fingers on your thighs, drawing circle absently while he listened to you talk about your day.
he would spoon feed you ice cream and play with your hair while you drank milkshake, kissing the back of your free hand every two minutes.
when you had a sleepover, miles would bring you to his chest and hum to the songs playing on his speaker, holding your waist while the other hand toyed with the bracelet he got you for valentine's day.
he would trace your face with his fingers, kissing your nose and your cheeks sweetly and calm. his guard was low, he trusted you to be so close to him.
"i like feeling you here. you ground me, mi tesoro," miles whispered in your ear and you smiled at him, bringing your hand to his face. he leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, slow breathing hitting your wrist.
"thank you for allowing me in," you said back, voice full of affection and almost palpable love.
he didn't know he needed all of it until he had it.
uncle aaron said he was distracted these days, but it was for a good reason.
cw: just a tiny bit suggestive, overall just good vibes and romance.
that's just his favorite activity to pass the time when you two are chilling.
after a show, after a shower, after a spider mission. any time you're within his reach, really.
you are cuddled up to hobie on his bed, listening to music and distractedly playing with the bracelets on his wrist. your eyes move from the various posters on the walls to hobie's closed eyes, his breathing calm and controlled.
the arm that was holding you tightens around your waist, feeling your gaze on him.
"do you enjoy admiring me, love?" hobie says with a tinge of humor in his voice and opens his eyes slowly, scanning your flustered face. you smile, nodding your head that was resting on his chest.
"give me a kiss to prove it then." hobie lets his teeth show in an amused smile, his plump lips pouting until you come closer.
your lips hovered over his, touching lightly without any real contact. you always did this until hobie got impatient and put his hand on the nape of your neck, the icy chill of the rings bringing goosebumps to your skin.
at first, it's always a tender kiss, enjoying the sensation of your lips on his. his lip piercing presses against your skin in a pleasurable way, the short nails marking you enough to make you reciprocate by holding hobie's arm.
one peck turns into several, his mouth leaving yours to kiss your cheeks and behind your ears in light smacks, the hand on your nape going to your neck in a natural transition.
his lips meet yours again, and the hand that was on your waist manhandles you until you are sitting on his lap. your hands take place on his chest to seek balance as his tongue seeks yours, a sigh leaving hobie's lips as you reciprocate, moving your mouth in a lazy rhythm.
the fingers on your neck apply pressure as the kiss quickens, you whine and press your body into his, hobie could feel you warm on top of him.
hobie moves to your thighs, feeling and squeezing where he can, wet noises mix with the background music and your head starts to spin with the sensations. you have to grab hobie's shirt under your fingers so you don't get lost.
you break the kiss for a few seconds to recover, hobie's eyes immediately meet yours in a reaction you already know, he wanted to know if everything was okay. you run your tongue over your lips to clean the trace of saliva that kept the two of you connected, smiling.
"didn't you say it was just one kiss?" a breathless giggle leaves your lips, he laughs with you and kisses your cheek, stroking your knee teasingly.
"what do you mean, baby? we're not doing anything, I haven't even kissed you yet." he joked, stealing another kiss from you, not resisting your flushed face and swollen lips.
"oh, really? you haven't even touched me, have you?" you played along. hobie moves his hand down from your neck and caresses your back, playing with the piercing in his lip with his teeth.
"of course not," he whispers, his smile fading only to reattach his lips to yours.
