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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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The Grey Zone 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, age gap, bullying, toxic parental figures, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your parents has never been good, and that with a family friend takes a strange turn(goth!reader)

Character: Lloyd Hansen

Note: I'm tired of being sick

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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You prefer the opening shift. Finishing early gives you extra motivation to make use of the rest of the day. Yet that morning is slogging by like wet sand. You still have an hour left before you’re free and even then, you have hours of studying to catch up on.

You enjoy your work, short of the occasional unpleasant customer. The shop is slow despite its location in the mall, but that’s expected with its niche catalogue. The New Age collection often attracts curious eyes but few purchases. The candles and jewelry sell most often, more marketable to those in the market for a gift or ‘just looking’.

You lean on the counter, doodling with a pen on a strip of receipt paper. Little stars and a crescent moon. The mall is starting to get busier as lunchtime approaches. You twirl the pen and look up, only realising then that you have a customer.

You drop the pen and quickly flit around the counter. It’s a good thing the manager is only in on evening shift. You approach the man perusing the bucket of discount crystals and slow as you recognise the back of his slicked hair. Really?

“Mr. Hansen?” You sputter in surprise.

He turns and smiles at you, a stone in his hand, “hey, little lamb,” he greets coolly, “fancy meeting you here.” You squint as he laughs at your cynical stare, “sarcasm,” he scoffs.

“Oh, uh,” you go to cross your arms but resists, instead hooking your thumbs into the chains attached to your black cargo pants, “are you looking for something?”

“Besides you,” he winks as he drops the stone back in the bucket, “they don’t have the hair gel I like at Carmine’s. Apparently they don’t manufacture that scent anymore. So I was wandering around and I just stumbled in.”

You nod and watch him reach into the bucket and pull out a small shard of lapus lazuli, “you got any Carnelian?”

“Carnelian?” You furrow your brow, “uh, I don’t know. Probably not in there…”

You turn and stride over to the shelf of labeled stones; those ones with a better natural shape or cut. You search the tags and find a small canister of orangish red stones, smooth and ovular; some opaque and few with patches of translucence.

Lloyd stops beside you, close. Too close. He tends to do that. He crowds you in without realising it. You hold out the container.

“You like crystals?” You ask with an edge of doubt; you didn’t expect he would be into that sort of thing.

“Eh, I’m intrigued,” he takes the canister and examines it, “you know, after you showed me your cards, I was reading around. It’s kinda neat, this stuff. You know, I don’t really buy into the mystic shit but it’s fun.”

“Ah,” you nod. Most people have that opinion. It doesn’t bother you. You’re more pragmatic than dreamy. You accept that you have no control over the world, but you don’t believe there’s any force around that does.

“You got cards here?” He shakes the crystals as he lifts his chin.

“Uh, yeah, just over there,” you point to the other wall.

You back away and go back to the counter. You just need some space. In such a small shop, it’s easy to feel suffocated. He goes to the shelf of tarot cards and you languish in the silence of his perusal.

“There a difference between these things?” He asks.

“No, not really. Just the look.”

“Ah,” he accepts and spins on his heel. He approaches the other side of the counter and places down his purchases. The crystals and a deck of cards with a Roman mythology aesthetic. “Just these.”

You ring him through and he plays with the necklaces on the small rack next to the till. He tilts his head as he examines a piece of amethyst attached to black cord. He lets it dangle and reaches into his back pocket. He presents his card and you pass over the machine.

“When are you done?” He asks.

“Um, in an hour,” you answer.

“Hmm,” he nods as the machine accepts the transaction, “got the whole day ahead of you.”

“Kinda,” you wait for the printer, “want a receipt?”

He shakes his head, smiling at you. You take out a small black bag and put his things inside, sliding it over to him. As he takes it, his hands brush yours.

“Don’t work too hard,” he says.

“Er, sure, thanks,” you eke out awkwardly, “have a good day.”

“Going well so far,” he smirks before he turns away and struts to the door.

He looks back and you raise your brows at him, perturbed. He finally leaves and you let out a breath. You wonder if he knew you worked there or if it’s as deliberate as it seems.

You take out your phone and lean on the counter as you key in Carnelian. You don’t know much about the stone and you can’t remember anyone ever asking about it. You nearly choke as you read the description; ‘Carnelian is great for increasing sexual energy…’

Is he trying to embarrass you? Your mind lists to a couple nights before when he sat on your bed. It all seems a bit much, a bit too calculated. You just can’t find the punchline to go with the set up.

🖤

Meghan shows up to take over for the afternoon. You leave her, intent on your mission. You’ll get your matcha to go and head to the library for your study session. Studying at the cafe had proven too distracting last time.

You get in line, flicking through your phone as you shift with the bodies ahead of you. You hear a rabble behind you as a large group enters, clustering at the end of the queue. You tuck your phone away as you recognise a voice and keep your chin down. You shrink down, hoping to go unnoticed in the busy cafe.

“Oh, look who’s back again,” Shania guffaws, “it’s the dead girl.”

You don’t look back. You have as much right to be here as them. You don’t know why she’s so pressed. There are other coffee shops and no reason for her to associate with you. High school is over. This isn’t the cafeteria, there is no cool table.

“Hey, Morticia,” Kaliana comes up on your left-side, “thanks for saving us a spot.”

They try to push in ahead of you but you step up, blocking them. You keep your head straight as Shania jostles you from the other side. At least this time you don't have anything for them to dump on you.

“Don’t be uncool, face paint,” Shania snarls, “know your place.”

“Go away,” you mutter to your boots.

“I can’t hear you over all that metal,” she reaches out and tugs on your nose ring. “Speak up, little girl.”

“I don’t know how you breathe around that snot catcher,” Kaliana chortles.

You shake your head and cross your arms. You step back and wave to the space in front of you, “fine. Go ahead.”

They girls laugh. They sound like hyenas. As they go to step in front of you, Shania cries out and liquid splashes over her shoulders, dripping down the front of her baby pink crop top. She puts her hands up and turns to face the culprit.

“You loser–” She yipes.

“Didn’t see ya,” Mr. Hansen’s voice brings your eyes up, “watch where you’re walking.”

“What? Me? You–”

“Look, I don’t need some knock off barbie shrieking at me so zip it,” he spits.

“Excuse you! You can’t talk to me like that.”

“I can and I am,” he snickers.

“Ew, you creep, get out of here,” Kaliana steps up next to Shania, “No one wants to hear from you or your dirty porn stache–”

“I didn’t ask, pancakes.”

“Pancakes?” She sniffs.

“Flip, flap,” he motions to his chest with a mean smirk, “if you’re gonna go out in a shirt like that, you could at least put a few socks in your bra.”

“Ugh, you perv–”

“Trust me, you’re the last thing that makes my dick hard,” he curls his lip.

“Whatever,” Shania blusters as she pulls the wet fabric away from her chest, “Kal, let’s go.”

The girls stomp off and you stare after them. Hansen puts down the empty cup and chortles. He turns to stand parallel to you, “well, I don’t know who’s drink that was but I hope they don’t mind.”

“What?”

“Oops,” he shrugs, “so what are we drinking, babe? Hmm. You seem like you got a sweet tooth. White mocha? Caramel?”

“Uh, no–”

“Wait, wait, dark chocolate, that seems more your speed.” You shoot him a look and he meets your eyes. He smiles and tilts his head, “kidding.”

“I can get my own drink,” you insist.

“I’m sure you can, but I want to get it for you.”

“Why?”

“Why?” He repeats.

“Why would you want to do that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’re not answering me,” you sigh and move up to the counter.

“I don’t know, you make me wanna do nice things,” he says and faces the barista, “black coffee and whatever she wants.”

You hesitate but take your cue. You order your matcha latte and he taps his card. You clamp your lips together. Does he think you’re pathetic? That you need him to pay for a tea?

You go to wait by the order window and sway impatiently. You grip the strap of your bag and stare out into the mall. Hansen leans into you, brushing his arm against you.

“So, couple of bitches, huh?” He says.

“What?” You whip around to face him.

“Those girls.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. We went to school together…”

“Figured,” he shakes his head, “they’re only jealous. Girls like that, they don’t know how to feel anything else. Always a competition.”

“Hm, I guess.”

“Not like you.”

You glance at him then to the counter. You just want to get your tea and leave. You tap your fingers on the strap of your bag.

“So, the lake house,” he changes the subject, “what do you think?”

“Uh, dunno,” you watch the barista at the steaming espresso machine, “dad didn’t say anything.”

“I’m not asking about dad. You ever been to the lake?”

“Which lake?”

He chuckles, “now who’s not answering who?”

You shrug and cross your arm over your chest, rubbing your shoulder. Your order is up. Before you can move, Hansen puts his hand on your lower back, ushering you with him to grab his cup as you claim your own.

You pull away from him as you leave the shop. He keeps pace with you as you try to figure out a way to nicely get rid of him. You didn’t expect to run into him twice. How reappearance convinces you it’s less than coincidental, but would he really wait around the mall just to bother you?

“I should go study…” you say at last.

“Study. Boring,” he comments.

“Maybe but… I have to.”

“Oh, do you always do the right thing?” He prompts.

You don’t know how to answer. You turn the hot cup in your hand as you walk along the mall corridor.

“No, I don’t know, I…”

“A good girl like you, always doing what you should but never what you want to do,” he says, “did you ever even ask yourself what you want?”

“I.. I don’t know what you mean.”

“You want to what? Study boring books? Get a boring degree? Get a boring job?” He continues, “all so one day you can live in a boring house with a boring husband? And have boring kids?”

“I– I never… I’m just going to school.”

“Because? Because you never thought of doing anything else. Of anything fun. I’m fun, sweetheart.”

You blow across the lid of your tea and taste it. It’s good but you find it hard to enjoy. Not with him there. Not with your mind racing.

“I like being boring,” you say at last.

He snorts, “sure you do. You're whole look screams boring. Well, let me know when you’re really bored, sweetheart. I’ll give you everything you never knew you wanted.”

You peek over at him. His eyes are on you, his cheek dimples. He raises his cup in a toasting gesture and turns on his heel.

“I’ll be waiting,” he tosses over his shoulder.

You stop and watch his smooth gait. His confidence is almost intimidating. It’s as if he knows things you don’t. You turn away and continue towards the south entrance. Boring is just fine, boring is safe.

🖤

“Shut your fucking mouth!” Your father’s voice carries through the wall.

“Ah, don’t you get fucking rude with me,” your mother slurs back, “fuck you, Ray. Fuck you!”

It’s not unusual. You’ve heard the same argument over and over. It doesn’t matter what starts it, it’s always the same. They yell until they’re hoarse, they slam doors, and in the morning, they act like nothing happened at all.

You put your earbuds in and turn up your music. You know how to tune them out. If you’re good at anything, it’s at shutting out the world around you.

You lay down and close your eyes, holding your phone against your stomach as you mouth the lyrics. You just want to fall asleep but the anxiety of knowing they’re fighting keeps you awake. You just need to wait it out.

Your phone buzzes but you ignore it. It’s probably just an email or another notification trying to make you spend money. You focus on the layers of the music; the strings, the percussion, the vocals. Your phone goes off again.

You raise it and open your eyes, the screen fuzzy as your eyes adjust to the darkness. You tap the speech bubble that signifies a new message. The number is private.

‘Getting packed?’ The message reads. You have no idea what it means. You send back, ‘wrong number’. Three dots pop up immediately.

‘No it’s not.’ The answer comes swiftly. You return a question mark and nothing else.

‘You’re going to need a good jacket for the lake house.’

You rub your forehead and sit up. You key in, ‘Mr. Hansen?’

‘The one and only.’ He confirms. How did he get your number? ‘If you don’t have one, we can take a shopping trip.’

You don’t get it. What does he want from you? You know the way he is, you’ve heard the way he talks about other people, you hear the stuff he says to your dad. Their friendship at most is acrimonious. Is this a ploy against your father?

‘I have a jacket. I’m sleeping. Good night.’

You lay down and turn onto your side, keeping the ear bud from slipping out as you put your phone beside your pillow. It lights up with a new message. You close your eyes. You lay in the storm of your nerves. You have to check. You reach for your phone and read the screen.

‘No you’re not’.

You don’t understand. How would he know? He’s bluffing. You won’t entertain his little games, he’s just messing with you. Just like everyone else.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #the grey zone #the gray man #series #au

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kermit-coded · 7 months

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Carnelian And Gold (1045 words) by kermit_coded Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Monkey D. Luffy/Roronoa Zoro Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy, Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates Additional Tags: Marriage Proposal, exchanging jewelry, Ear Piercings, Mugiwara no Ichimi | Straw Hat Pirates As Family, Post-Wano Arc (One Piece), POV Roronoa Zoro, Devotion, Caring Roronoa Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy is a Ray of Sunshine, Fluff, Established Relationship, Implied Sexual Content, this might be the softest thing ive ever written tbh, Mentioned Portgas D. Ace Series: Part 26 of yo ho yo ho (one piece fics), Part 1 of Stones And Metals Summary: Matelotage . . . Or, before they leave Wano, Zoro gives Luffy one of his earrings.

#my writing tag #op #one piece #zolu #zolu fanfic #op fanfic #one piece fanfic #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #monkey d. luffy #zoro #luffy

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wishesforyou · 4 months

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🌟 Make a Wish 🌟

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ilikemicrowaves · 3 months

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So, referring to that poll I made about which Jade winglet member would have the best singing voice, I wanna share who I think would be the best ranked.

1. Winter

I've had this hc that Icewings are big on acting and dramas, choir is one of the required subjects in their schools, so I think Winter, being a prince, would be pretty amazing. Also, hc that Winter would use choir to cope with Hailstorms "death." And spent mkst of his time in teh choir room (<?? Idk). That could be used for an angst filled fic wink wink. Also, I think he actually enjoys it and secretly sings when he's alone

2.Kinkajou

I will never not stop thinking about Rainwings being the most vocal tribe. Most of them would have high pitched singing because they can mimick bird noises which sounds really cool, and Kinkajou definitely is good at it.

3. Umber

Umber hums more than he would sings, but he likes to sing the dod song a lot and practices to impress Winter.

4. Carnelian

Carnelian, to me, has a very hoarse voice but would be good for singing punk band songs. But if she were in a band she would play guitar and no one can change my mind.

5.Qibli

He's more of a drummer than a singer but if he actually practiced he would probably be better than winter.

6. Moonwatcher

I've seen so many people act like she would have the most beautiful voice when in reality she would song like she's forcing more air than words. She spent half her life alone in the Rainforest, meaning she had nobody to talk to. If you don't talk for a while your voice can get very strainded and if yiu continued to not speak you would actually go mute.

7. Turtle

He would have so many voice cracks. He has the highest voice other than Kinkajou in the winglet.

Psst it think it would be really cool if you reblogged this with your ranked list (pls)

#wof #wings of fire #jade winglet #microwaved textpost

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bulkyphrase · 9 months

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Cap-IM Rec Week - Take A Chance on Me Sunday

Day 7 of @cap-ironman's rec week event!

Today's theme is stories with tropes/universes/etc. that you don't usually like, but that you read anyway and ended up loving.

In Trouble Deep by FestiveFerret, SirSapling (@sirsapling) (Ults | Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | 67,956 words)

I usually don't read: kidfic But: this fic is sweet and soft without being cloying

Summary: "Whoever did this has a reason, and Stark needs to be with someone who can protect him. He won’t exactly be able to protect himself like this.” Fury looked at the baby consideringly. “No, it’s you, Steve. Besides, he likes you. Suck it up, soldier, you’re stuck with him.”

The rest below the cut!

DRAFT: What Needs by MusicalLuna (@musicalluna) (MCU | Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply | 12,571 words)

I usually don't read: irondad But: this fic promised (and delivered) terrible things happening to Steve, with Tony and the team taking care of him after. A WIP last updated four years ago, but well worth reading anyway.

Summary: “Dad, can you—can you come home? I’m fine,” Peter insists, though Tony can clearly hear he’s not. “I just—I think dad needs you. He came back this afternoon and he's—he’s moving like he’s hurt.” Then Peter hesitates, and, in a near-whisper, says, “I think—I think I heard him crying in the bathroom just now, Dad. Please? Please, can you come home? You know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t a big deal.”

Celestial Navigation by sabrecmc (@sabrecmc) (MCU | Explicit | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 210,994 words)

I usually don't read: omega Tony/alpha Steve, younger Tony/older Steve, deeply regressive a/b/o societies, villainous (MCU) Howard, wordcounts over 200,000 But: the writing and the characterization in this fic are just *chef's kiss* absolute perfection

Summary: 18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.

The Devil in Us All by Sineala (@sineala) (616 | Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | 121,753 words)

I usually don't read: dom Steve But: Sineala writes dom Steve as so caring and kind, plus I am always a sucker for misunderstandings followed by revelatory conversations

Summary: The year is 1982, and Steve Rogers, Captain America and working commercial artist, is living in Brooklyn and trying to make it on his own. So when a bank error leaves him unable to make rent, he does what anyone else would do in this situation: he accidentally gets a job drawing erotic illustrations for a gay bondage porn magazine. It turns out that pornography's not a bad way to make a living. The money's decent, the work is unexpectedly fulfilling, and if many of the men Steve draws bear a certain resemblance to Tony Stark, so what? No one's going to know Steve's in love with Tony. It's not like Tony's ever going to see it. What are the odds that Tony buys gay bondage porn magazines? Tony, meanwhile, is newly sober in the wake of the death of the Carnelian ambassador, and life's been rough for him lately. He's recently single, he's desperately lonely, and he's pining after a tragically-straight teammate he can't have. At least he can show himself a good time. But what he'd really like to know is why the guy painted on the cover of this adult magazine looks so familiar.

Compromise by valtyr (616 | Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | 563 words)

I usually don't read: scat But: this is really a very sweet story! (with no actual scat depicted)

Summary: Written for Avengers Kink, prompt: "Steve is kinkier than tony expected because he's really into scat, and tony isn't."

The Facility by WilmaKins (@wilmakins) (MCU | Explicit | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 155,769 words)

I usually don't read: post-CA:CW in general, and especially if it leans Team Iron Man But: this fic has amazing emotional work between Steve and Tony, is very fair and even-handed with both sides, and has a fun mystery plot and some very hot sex scenes

Summary: After coming so close to losing against Thanos, the Avengers have decided to set aside their differences and work as a team again. Well, they're trying... But there are a lot of hurts that haven't gone away, and a lot of things still unsaid, and a lot of tension... And that was BEFORE Tony accidentally ended up on an undercover mission with Steve as his fake boyfriend - at what turns out to be an alien sex club. Canon Divergent post IW AU - Tags to be updated as updates are written... but I think you probably get the gist.

#capimrecweek #stony #marvel fic rec #steve rogers #tony stark

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ofburningskies · 1 year

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good times amongst the pines (pt. 1)

Authors note: Hi everyone! Carnelian here. Long time no see :) Hope everyone enjoys this Sammy fic! It's been brewing in my mind for quite some time - I actually began to write it towards the end of summer, but just now finished it. So, when you read it, imagine that it's taking place in the summer lol. This will also be a multi-part fic. I envision there being three parts (?), but we'll see. I'm also on fall break from uni quarantining with covid right now, so send in any Sam asks you might have! Thanks guys! :)

Pairing: Sammy x F!Reader

Content warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, very very slightly tense situations, language, Sam in linen pants 👍

Word count: 7.4k

Summary: Y/N and Sam go to Y/N’s family cabin to make some new sweet and spicy memories up there :)

“Hey honey, can you come in here a sec?” Sam cooed from your bedroom, just down the hall from where you were sitting in your home office. You were currently finishing up your last task on the agenda that day for your work on the computer while your boyfriend Sam was diligently packing up everything that you two could possibly need before you left on your annual cabin trip.

Your family’s cabin was nestled in the pine forest a ways up the mountain, far from civilization, just how you both liked it. It was your parent’s cabin, but seeing as they now live out of state, they let Sam and you stay there as much as you want and take care of the grounds, as well as your other family members from time to time. You were thrilled for this specific trip though, as this would be yours and Sam’s first time up there alone. You were always joined by other family members in the past, but this time you were able to score it completely for yourselves.

Your childhood was filled with trips up to the cabin, and you look back on these memories fondly. There were many summer nights where you and your friends were all huddled up outside, surrounding the campfire and roasting s’mores, singing as many camp songs as you guys could remember.

The forest that your cabin was settled in was so beautiful and lush, just brimmed to the edge with gorgeous, tall pines and colorful wildflowers that always swayed in the fragrant summer breeze. One of your favorite things to do when you went up was to find a large granite boulder, already slightly warmed up from the sun, and lay yourself out on it with your face up to the sky, listening to the wind rustling through the pine needles. It was definitely one of your most favorite sounds on the planet.

Your other most favorite sound called from down the hall again, snapping you out of your daydream as you scrambled to your feet, eyes groggy from all the screen-time you’ve consumed today. Gosh, you were really looking forward to having no service the next few days. “Yes, coming Sammy!” you returned, padding down the hall to see what the lanky man needed.

As you entered the doorway, he was holding up two different pairs of swim trunks, one with a loud flamingo pattern and the other with no pattern at all, just a cherry red color. “I am in dire need of your help deciding which ones I sh-“

“Cherry red,” you blurted out before Sam could even finish his sentence.

He smirked to himself before replying, “Now how did I know you were gonna choose these?”

You stepped closer to him, snatching the red trunks out of his hands and folding them for him. “Because, Sammy, you know red is my favorite color on you.”

“Hm, yeah, maybe I did know…” he trailed off, reaching for your waist as you placed the trunks in his suitcase. He pulled you in close, wrapping his arms tightly around your back. This caused your head to become nestled right in the crook of his neck and shoulder, so you took a deep inhale, relishing in his presence and scent. “‘M really looking forward to spending these next few days with you, sweet girl. No distractions, no work, no phones. Just you and me, Y/N,” he said while leaning back a little bit to look you in the eyes, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh god, that sounds like heaven, babe,” you exclaim before continuing, “this week has been so long already, with work and family, and - I just really need a few days with you. And you only, that’s it.” You let out a deep exhale before looking back up into his eyes, which were shining with so much love and adoration. He took such good care of you, and you were forever grateful for that.

“Of course, honey, vice versa. Alright, let me finish packing our stuff while you email your boss, and then let’s hit the road, baby! I don’t wanna make you wait any longer than you have to!” Sam stated, reaching his right hand up to ruffle your hair up with his fingers while laughing. You giggled in response, instantly reaching up to smooth down the mess he made as much as you could.

“M’kay, let’s try to be out of here in the next half hour, yeah?” you asked him while leaning in for a kiss. He returns your kiss before replying, deepening it immediately. It takes you by surprise, causing you to gasp into his mouth while you grip onto his thin t-shirt. He takes this opportunity to slip his tongue inside with yours, tangling the two around for a few moments before you pull away, panting for breath. “Samuel Francis… wait until we get there!” you laugh out, meeting his eyes once more, which were crinkled at the end due to his dorky smile he had plastered on his face.

“Okay, okay! Sorry, it’s just hard for me to keep my hands off, sometimes,” he responded, finally turning around to finish packing. You take this as a sign that he’s finally settled down, so you turn on your heel and make your way out of the bedroom to finish your work and start taking stuff out to the car, but not before you felt a sharp smack against your ass and that oh-so-familiar laughter.

“Kiszka, I swear to God -“

“I’m done, I promise, just had to get that in there. I swear,” Sam said through his laughter. You finally turn back towards him once you reach the door frame to see him standing there with both his hands raised by his head, signifying no more funny business until you got to the cabin. He smiles at you sweetly before whispering, “I love you,” and turning around to finish his packing.

“I love you too, crazy, and I’ll see you in the kitchen in just a little bit!” you reply before finally walking back to the office, more than ready to finish your task at hand so you two can make your way up to the cabin.

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After around 3 hours of Sam driving you guys through dense forests and having multiple pee stops because Sam insisted on getting the Big Gulp from the gas station, you found yourselves finally pulling into your cabin’s driveway, completely overgrown with vegetation from last year.

“Well, there’s something for us to work on if we get bored!” Sam claimed, always looking at the positives. Meanwhile, you couldn’t believe your family let it get to this state. You knew the driveway was long and that it was hard work to take care of, but it had to be done, especially with the wildfire hazards in the area.

“Yeah, no kidding…” you trailed off, Sam noticing your sour mood instantly.

“Hey, hun, don’t let your family’s lack of responsibility damper your mood already! Like I said, it’ll give us something to do if we run out of other things to busy ourselves with this week. Keep your chin up, babe,” he said sweetly while reaching over and grabbing your knee, thumb lightly tracing over your exposed skin.

“Thank you, Sammy, gosh, sometimes it’s just so hard to not let it get to my head. I mean, if this is just what the driveway looks like, I’m kind of nervous to see what the cabin’s state is,” you stated while looking out the window, trying to get a glimpse of it through the trees up above you. “I’m sure it’s fine though. As long as I have you here, that’s all I care about this week. Just you and me, baby,” you say before turning back to him and leaning over the center console, planting a big, wet kiss on his cheek.

“Ewwwww!” Sam jokingly yelled in response to the saliva you left on his right cheek, smile growing wide despite his reaction.

“Oh yeah? Ew? What about this?” you asked him as you left more wet kisses all over his cheek, giggling as he tried to crane his neck away from your loving attack of sloppy kisses. You eventually relented, deciding you’d teased him enough, and as soon as you landed back into your seat and turned to look through the windshield, your family’s cabin came into view.

“Oh, baby! Here we are!” Sam excitedly yelled, pulling the car all the way up to the front porch that way you wouldn’t have far to walk while carrying your bags.

You were pleasantly surprised, to say the least. With how awful the driveway was pulling in, you expected the cabin to have hanging shutters, maybe a few broken windows, or even some fallen trees in your yard. As soon as you laid eyes on the building, you couldn’t believe just how perfect it was. Your family must’ve come down recently to paint it, as the color was completely refreshed, glimmering brightly in the afternoon sun. All the shutters were closed, nice and tight as they should be. The porch and yard were completely clear of unwanted vegetation, branches, and logs.

You couldn’t be happier.

Sam put the car in park and grabbed the keys from the ignition once the car was shut off, making a beeline for the front door of the cabin, the cabin keys jingling from his fingers.

“Man, I REALLY shouldn’t have picked the Big Gulp at the gas station. I’ve been going like a racehorse this entire time,” Sam laughed, making a mental note to himself to only pick up smaller drinks on your long drives to and from the cabin. You made your way towards the front door, towing your suitcase behind you.

“Yeah, babe, I think next time the child’s size would be perfect for someone like you,” you giggle, walking up the stairs besides the tall, lanky man as he fumbled with the keys, trying to get the door unlocked so you could take your items upstairs, meanwhile he could get the water and electricity turned on to use the restroom.

“Cowabunga,” he murmured, inserting the correct key and wobbling the knob just right to unlock the old, heavy redwood door that’s been protecting the interior of your family’s cabin from the outside world for generations. You dragged your heavy suitcase across the threshold of the cabin, slowly making your way towards the upstairs bedroom. “Alright, honey, while you get settled, I’m gonna run around out back and get the water running and that electricity going through the place! Don’t get lost,” he says with a wink, and with that, he’s running down the front steps, padding around to where the breaker’s located and to turn the water on.

You didn’t really get to take a look at the inside of the cabin when you stepped in because Sam had almost dropped his keys through the floorboards of the deck as you were making your way in, drawing your complete and full attention to his clumsiness. Once he left to run around the property to check on everything, you were able to actually turn around and take in the sight before you. To the right of you was the living room area, complete with a green wooden couch, a few plush armchairs that you loved to curl up in on a stormy day with a hot cup of tea, bookcases filled to the brim with nature literature, and your absolute favorite, the large fireplace that adorned the right wall, making those chilly nights much more comfortable.

To the left was the kitchen, one of the few places in the cabin that you don’t find yourself in that often because you don’t necessarily consider yourself to be the most amazing chef OR baker. That’s definitely where Sammy comes in, as he makes most of your homemade meals for the two of you. He loves to try and show you once or twice a week how to make one of his favorite recipes, but most often than not, it ends in disaster. One time, back at home, you guys ended up outside talking with the county fire department because your neighbor saw so much smoke coming from your kitchen window that they called 911 immediately. The cabin’s kitchen was full of dishware, gadgets, rags, pots and pans, cleaning supplies, you name it. It was Sam’s little slice of heaven up here. Attached to the kitchen was the small dining area, which just had a little breakfast table, a few chairs, and maps of the national forest that your cabin was located in tacked to the wall for viewing while eating.

Finally, right in front of you from where you were standing in the doorway and across the walkway was the stairway to the loft, which is where any guests were allowed to stay. You figured Sam would grab his suitcase and toiletry bag from the car before making his way back inside, so you didn’t worry about it before deciding to make your way on up the wooden staircase. Once you were up the stairs, creaking with every step, your heart was filled with joy at the scene in front of you. The afternoon sun was casting its rays through the windows, creating a golden hue amongst the green and brown furniture. The entire loft area was decorated with kitschy cabin decor, one of your guilty pleasures when it came to home decorations. You were so excited for Sam to come in to get started on making even more treasured memories.

Before you knew it, dinnertime had rolled around. The sun was finally making its slow journey past the horizon, slipping through the tall pines. The air began to get chilly as the sun was setting, and of course, how could you forget, this was when the mosquitos made their appearance as well. Thankfully, before you guys made your trip up to the cabin, you remembered to pack what Sammy called an “industrial sized can of mosquito spray that could kill all of the mosquitoes living in the Amazon Rainforest.” You knew it was necessary, though. The both of you ran around the house, trying to shut the windows as fast as possible as soon as you began to see a few of the bothersome mosquitoes fly into the kitchen through the window above the sink.

Once the windows were shut and latched, Sam began to grab the necessary ingredients for your dinner that evening out of the fridge and cupboards lining the kitchen. “Sammy, baby, can I do anything to help?” you asked while coming up behind him, lacing your arms around his front torso as he read the recipe from the cookbook he brought along. He looked so beautiful this evening - he had on one of your favorite black button ups (but he was only using the three bottom buttons to keep it draped around his lanky frame) and some white linen pants. His silky hair that he put up in a bun earlier in the day was falling out, leaving strands of hair to cascade down around his face and neck, framing his features perfectly. You leaned your head into the middle of his back, right where his shoulder blades rested, and took a deep breath in, trying to remember this moment forever.

“Aw, hun, y’know, if you wanna make us something to drink and maybe put some music on, that would be great,” he responded, adding, “I can’t use my magic touch on these bitchin’ tostadas unless we have some music to sing along to.”

He started to shimmy in your embrace at this, causing you to giggle and press a light kiss to the back of his neck, heading off to make your drinks and put on a record. One thing you were thankful for when it came to your family and throwing parties was that they loved alcohol. With that being said, anywhere that your family stays, there’s always alcohol around, whether it be a full bar, a mini bar, or just a bottle of vodka. You started making one of Sam’s favorite drinks, which coincidentally was one of yours, too. Once you were all done with the tequila and triple-sec, you left the mini bar to put some music on, but first you stopped to give Sam his margarita.

“Oooooo, for me?” Sam asked, raising his eyebrows as you walked closer to where he was standing in the kitchen, handing him the salt-rimmed glass in his out-reached hand. He immediately brought the glass up to his lips and closed his eyes while taking a sip. “Babe, I don’t know if it’s the mountain air or what, but I think this is the best goddamn margarita you’ve ever made.”

You were taken aback, as Sam was a huge cocktail snob. He’s had drinks all around the world made with the finest liquors and tastiest mixers. “Seriously?!” you squeal. He nods his head vigorously, going in for another sip before turning around to continue his craft. “Well, if you want another one, you know who to ask,” you mention while sauntering out of the kitchen, quietly laughing to yourself.

You made your way back into the living room where the record player was located, on the hunt for a very, very specific vinyl. You crouched down on your knees to pull out the storage crates that held your family’s ever-growing collection of vinyls, especially now since you were with Sammy. You swear he could smell a record in a music store that he’d been wanting from miles away. After a few minutes of looking, you finally found it. The Papas and The Mamas by The Mamas and The Papas. Reading the cover always made you giggle to yourself.

When you and Sam first moved into your apartment together, there was a time when you both had an extremely stressful, frustrating day. Basically, everything that could’ve gone wrong went wrong for the both of you that one day. Josh and Jake were bitching at each other in the studio all day over some miniscule lyrics, causing Sam to want to pull his hair out and light both their cars on fire after leaving the building that evening. That day at your old job at the local cafe, you managed to spill an entire jug of iced tea all over yourself, and it seemed as if Satan himself was sending you his finest Karens for you to take orders from all day long.

After high tension at work, you two were sitting in complete silence on the couch next to each other that evening, both lost in your own thoughts from the day. The TV was on, but neither of you were paying any attention to the sitcom that was playing on the screen. Wordlessly, he grabbed the remote and shut the TV off, and made his way towards your record player in the living room. After some moments of flipping through the album covers, he must’ve found what he was looking for, cracking a small smile. He grabbed this very specific vinyl out of his collection and gently placed it down, turning the volume up slightly while you were watching his every move, eyes trained on his figure like a hawk.

He turned around to face you with that gentle smile on his face, and you couldn’t help but return it. Sam slowly made his way towards you as the music played softly in the background, reaching his hand out towards you, gesturing for you to grab it and join him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you off the couch and into the living room with him, beginning to sway the both of you back and forth to the rhythm of the music. With every step you took, Sam holding you close within his arms, you could feel the tension draining from your body. You took your hands that were clasped together at the back of his neck and began to thread them through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly when you pulled away from his chest to take a look at his beautiful face.

“Feeling better, sweetheart?” he asked gently, staring into your eyes with his own golden brown ones.

You nod lightly. “Mhm. I’m sorry we both had rough days. Thank you for always knowing how to make it a little sweeter,” you respond, leaning up to give him a tender kiss on the lips.

You both continued to dance around your living room for the rest of the evening until you were too exhausted to stand, wholly at ease from the stressful day. The two of you curled up close in bed that night, holding on to one another as if the other would accidentally slip away.

You reminisced about this memory while carefully pulling the record out of the sleeve, already excited for how Sammy would react once he heard those first few notes of “Safe in My Garden” ring out through the cabin. Once you got the record placed on the player, you slowly let the needle fall down. You began to sway to the music, letting it fill your mind and body, feeling the surges of bliss course from your fingers to your toes as the familiar notes rang throughout the living room.

You had a few seconds of enjoying the song to yourself before you heard him call for you from the kitchen. “Y/N… come here, love,” he beckoned to you, beginning to sing the song while you made your way to the kitchen. As soon as you made your way around the corner and into the warm scene in front of you, the savory smells overtook your senses. Sam was standing in front of the stove, fully donned in your family’s shared apron that said “Kiss the Cook!” covered in puckered lips. “Okay, hun, I need you to try this sauce that I whipped up for us,” Sam said, dipping the wooden spoon into the saucepan on the stove. He scooped up a small amount for you to taste and made his way over to where you were situated leaning against the kitchen countertop, blowing on the liquid before he made it all the way towards you to help cool it off some. “Alright, open up…” he murmured, directing the spoon towards your mouth. You opened your mouth, letting him slide the wooden utensil past your lips, depositing the warm liquid on your tongue. You tucked your hair behind your ear as you swallowed the sauce, eyes flitting up to meet his as you fully tasted it.

You eyed him carefully as you were letting the flavor sit on your tongue - the way his pupils expanded once he put the spoon in your mouth, how his mouth slightly gaped open, his tongue darting out to wet his full bottom lip. The flush that was apparent on his cheeks when you wrapped your lips around the spoon, careful not to let any drip out of your mouth as he pulled it away.

His eyes were zeroed in on your lips once you were finished with tasting the sauce. You knew exactly what was going through his mind, but you wanted to work him up a little more. See what would really make him snap.

You snapped him out of his trance by finally speaking up, “Baby, that’s so good, what all did you put in it?” You smirked at him before pushing yourself off the counter as he coughed, attempting to recover himself. You draped your arms around his neck, pulling you two closer. He set the wooden spoon down on the counter behind you before finally replying, “Uhm, just the usual and what I could find in your spice drawer. Oregano, salt, jalapenos, garlic…” he trailed off, captivated by your hands that were now moving through his hair, scratching his scalp ever-so-slightly. If you weren’t paying as much attention as you already were, you would’ve missed it when he started to practically purr, his head leaning into your fingers as they ran through his locks.

“You are such a good cook, Sammy, you always make me the best meals. You know that?” He hummed in response, nodding his head. “Mhmm, yes. You take good, good care of me. Always make sure I’m satisfied.” You lean into him at this, just as he inhaled a deep breath of air at your suggestive words. You let your lips wander along the expanse of his neck, leaving small kisses here and there. At this point, his breathing was becoming rather uneven and he was forgetting completely about the sauce on the stove. You abruptly pulled away, letting your hands fall from his hair. He practically whined at the loss of contact, but you knew you weren’t quite done yet.

One of your favorite things to do was to tease Sammy. Whether you two were at home and you weren’t wearing anything underneath one of his old t-shirts while he was on a Zoom meeting, or you were both out with friends for dinner and you kept accidentally brushing your hand against his bulge at the table, you knew just how to get him worked up past the point of no return.

You walked away from him, making your way towards the freezer at the other end of the kitchen to grab a new bottle of vodka for the bar in the living room. You could feel his eyes on you, burning holes in the back of your dress. It was completely silent except for the record in the living room and the sauce on the stove, so you knew he was transfixed on your figure, in a complete daze after your teasing. You slowly leaned down, letting him get a good view of your ass while opening the freezer drawer, asking him, “Tito’s or Grey Goo-?”

Before you could even get the question fully out of your mouth, he was right there behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back towards the counters. He hastily shut the freezer with his foot while pressing himself against you completely. You immediately felt his erection rub against you, hot and heavy. “You’re such a fucking tease, y’know that, right?” Sam questioned you, his hot breath fanning over your neck.

“Yes, but only for you, Sammy,” you whined. He turned you around to face him when hearing his nickname. He loved it when you called him that in times like these - the most innocent of names in the filthiest of situations.

The sauce was still simmering on the stove, you could hear it fizzle and splatter in the pot as Sam pushed you against the counter top, strong hands gripping your waist through the thin material. This caused your dress to ride up your thighs, giving him an almost clear view of what he wanted, what he needed, but nonetheless, he attached his mouth to the side of your neck, beginning to tease you in return. He was biting and sucking every inch of skin that he could get his mouth on, making the most obscene sounds, but he wasn’t embarrassed at all. He only had one goal on his mind, which was to make his girl feel good, and oh boy, was he succeeding. Once his tongue trailed from your collarbone up to the bottom of your ear, he pulled away, moving his hands to the backs of your thighs. He gave you a little tap on your soft skin, signaling for you to jump in his arms, and he swiftly grabbed and deposited you on the kitchen counter.

“My god, every single day I wonder how I got so lucky…” he whispers out loud as he drinks you in. Your legs were wrapped around his waist now, your hands tangled in his hair, pulling on his tresses ever so slightly just to get a reaction out of him. He lets out a low groan, letting his head slip back, exposing his neck to you. You practically moan at the sight. He looked like the embodiment of sex before you.

Without any hesitation, you lean forward, letting your mouth trail all over his burning skin. Since he was going to be away from the public eye for a few days, you began to nip and suck at the smooth skin, gently lapping over the blooming marks once you were pleased with your work.

“Mmmm, fuck, honey, love how you mark me up,” he hisses out, gripping your hair and tugging your head back. Once you were able to look Sam in the eyes again, you could see how much they had darkened just in the past few minutes. Normally they were a soft, rich brown, but now they were dark, full of passion and hunger. His hands moved from your hair to the straps of your sundress, toying with the light material between his slender digits while his eyes trailed down your form.

“Sammy, I have a confession,” you whisper, and his gaze snaps from your breasts to your eyes, becoming curious at once.

“Do tell, baby.” Sam begins to delicately trace shapes along your arms and collarbones, causing you to take a sharp inhale. Any form of touch from the man standing in front of you always caused you to squirm in your seat in the best way possible. You lock your ankles together behind the small of his back, feeling the warmth of his skin radiate off of him and onto your bare legs, traveling all the way up to your core.

You pull him in closer in the process, muttering directly into his ear, “Y’know, I kind of always wanted to be fucked in this cabin. Right here, actually, on the counter.”

His hands that were once trailing along your chest halted their movements, stilling for just a moment before returning to their position at your shoulders. He hummed at your sinful confession, you could practically see the gears turning in his head, the steam billowing out of his ears.

“My sweet, sweet Y/N, daydreaming about being fucked in her family’s cabin. And right here, too?” he questions you sweetly, dipping his head down to ghost his lips over yours, feeling his hot breath fan over your swollen lips. You nod your head fervently, ready for him to touch you again, feel his fingers drag across your scorching skin. You were wanton with need at this point, inching your hips closer and closer to his growing erection. “Let me get this straight, while you and your family were sitting over there, eating dinner and chatting away, my vixen was sitting there, probably dripping at the thought of being bent over this counter and getting fucked so hard she couldn’t remember her own name? Hm?”

You squeaked at this, bucking your hips up into his, desperate for any type of friction at this point. The way Sam could get you so worked up just off of his words would always bewilder you.

“My naughty girl,” he tsks at you before closing the gap in between the both of you and latching his plump lips onto yours. The kiss sent you into the stars, searing your lips and sending sparks down to your toes. You moaned into his mouth, letting him lick into you. The overwhelming taste of tequila mixed with the chocolate he was snacking on earlier washed over you. You planted your hands on his chest, digging your nails into the soft flesh that was located there. This pulled a deep groan out of him, making you want him even more.

His hands moved from their position on your shoulders and grabbed at the flimsy hem of your dress, moving it in between his fingers while deliberately tracing his hand up and down your thigh to tease you. You whined immediately at this, wanting him inside of you as soon as possible, ready to live out your shameful daydream. He eventually detached his lips from yours, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you as he hesitantly pulled away. You reached up to wipe your mouth as he asked you lowly, “Now, I guess the last question is this; who were you thinking about while you were getting bent over nice and pretty in this kitchen?”

“God, you, Sammy, you!” you whined, fed up with his slow, deliberate movements and taunting.”Now will you please get on with it and just fuck me already before you burn our dinner?” you huffed out, getting more impatient by the second as you felt his fingers trace over your knee, his warm erection nudging against your clothed core.

“Anything for my girl,” he obliged, instantly pulling the hem of your dress over your head once you lifted your arms up high above you. You shimmied out of the soft material, leaving you in your matching set that you might’ve knowingly put on that morning before you left the house. It was one of Sam’s favorites - it was a creamy white two-piece, practically all see-through and as soft as butter. His eyes practically popped out of his head once he saw that you were wearing his favorite set, mindlessly throwing your dress into the corner of the kitchen behind him. His hands found their way to your hips, pulling you back in nice and tight while his mouth went straight for your clothed breasts. He slowly licked at the material, humming lowly in the back of his throat, leaving little nips here and there where he thought necessary.

You decided that you had had enough teasing, reaching your right hand down in between your two bodies and began working pushing down his linen pants. Your hand briefly brushed against his length, making his hips chase the friction, searching for more. “Okay, okay…” Sammy said, pulling away to shrug his pants down, freeing his erection completely. He was what you would expect of most skinny, lanky guys - long and hits the right spot every time. You moaned at the sight of him, so desperate for you that he was going to take you right there on the kitchen counter. “God, need to see you,” he said, voice getting rough with desire. He grabbed the waistband of your panties and tried pulling them off of you in one go, which ultimately led to him ripping them in half in his haste.

“Sam?! Those - those were your favorite,” you exclaimed. He picked up the two pieces and threw the material behind his head, making you laugh.

“S’alright, we’ll just get you another pair, as long as I get to come along and see you try them on,” he trailed off, finally leaning in for another soul-searing kiss. He caught your lips in his full ones as soon as you opened your mouth in rebuttal, catching you off guard. This caused you to lean back a little, making you move both of your hands behind you to support your weight. Sam reached down, and grabbing both your legs underneath your knees, he pulled them up, hooking them around his waist. “Honey, spread ‘em for me. Show me how much you’ve thought about this,” Sam breathed out, directing his gaze down to your dripping core. You immediately spread your legs at the knees, baring yourself to him completely. He groaned at the sight and swallowed deeply, keeping his eyes fixated on your throbbing center while he reached down to grab his hardened length.

“Sammy, please,” you beg, raising yourself up a little higher on your arms so you could see him begin to stroke his leaking cock. You just wanted him to ravage you at this moment. Everything about him was so incredibly sexy - the hair falling out of his bun and caressing his toned shoulders, the way his moldavite necklace hung gently against his rising chest, the tight grip he had on your hip, the way he was already biting his lip hard enough to draw blood and he wasn’t even inside of you yet. “Baby, just give it to me already,” you whine out, hoping he would listen to you, “I’ve been wanting you all day.”

He looked up at you then, his big brown eyes meeting yours. He parted his lips and gave you a wink before responding, “Alright, only cause you’re so worried about our dinner burning, and, quite frankly, I just wanna feel you around my cock.” You moan quietly in reply, giving him a small smile and a quick nod.

You brace yourself as he takes his length in his hand, lining himself up perfectly before looking you in the eyes. You watch him slowly, the way he runs his thumb over his dick, how he’s locked you in against him with one hand on your hip in a death grip. It’s at this moment that he sinks into you, groaning out at the sensation of your fluttering warmth. His mouth immediately dropped open, the inner corners of his eyebrows turned upwards - he looked like heaven and hell combined.

“Oh - oh, fuck, Y/N,” he rasped, already overcome with pleasure. His other hand that wasn’t previously on you shot up to grab your opposite hip, clutching you against him. You looked down to where you two connected, whimpering out, beginning to grind against his cock to get some sort of friction while he was standing there motionless. He took notice of your neediness and began to slowly draw himself back, making sure you were able to feel every single inch, every vein and curve along his length. You reached your hands up, now that he had a firm grip on your hips, and tangled them within his velvet locks.

He finally met your eyes once your fingers found his scalp. He began pumping himself in and out of you at a slow pace, watching the way you would squirm on the countertop, feeling you pull on his hair when he reached a particularly deep spot within you.

Sammy listened to your body so well whenever you two were intimate. He would wait and listen for the smallest amounts of praise, or even just a breathy sigh to pass your lips to let him know that he was doing his job (very well at that). One of the perks about Sam was that he was a fast learner - it didn’t take long for the two of you to start having mind-blowing, forget-your-own-name sex. He learned your ins and outs, what you loved and, just as important, what you didn’t care for so much. It wasn’t long into your relationship before he had his head in between your thighs, your toes curling, leaving you gasping for air and clutching the sheets.

“God, sweetheart, you feel amazing,” he whimpered. He ducked his head down to watch where you two met and increased his pace, making him grab onto your hips even tighter. You cried out as he did this, as it caused him to angle his hips upwards, hitting your most cherished spot within your walls.

You could hear the sauce bubbling on the stove, threatening to spill over the pan’s edge with every passing minute. Sam didn’t pay any mind to it, though. His mind was focused on one thing and one thing only - fucking you until you made a mess on the counter.

“Shit, Sammy! More, more, more,” you managed to mumble out of your trembling lips, the feeling of his cock slipping in and out of you making you see stars. “God, you’re so deep…” you moaned, squinting your eyes shut from the delicious pressure the head of his cock was creating, almost practically hitting your cervix. This was your favorite, and he knew it - the mix between pain and pleasure. You’d do anything for Sam to fuck you like this all day long. He grunted in response, slapping his hips harder against yours. “Fuck!” you cried, throwing your head back, “Sammy, please baby, don’t stop.”

“Yeah, take it, baby, take it,” Sam breathed out, leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You moaned at the sudden contact, the warmth from his mouth, only spurring him on even more. He switched to the other nipple, and lapped at it while making you open your mouth in a silent scream as the pleasure began to rear its beautiful, magnificent head deep down in your abdomen.

He pulled back from your breasts and made eye contact with you, sending sparks down to your core. “Come on honey, don’t want our sauce to be ruined, hm?” he teased you as he pounded into you relentlessly at this point. You could’ve sworn that your vision was beginning to blur around the edges, especially when he reached his nimble fingers up to your face and practically shoved them in your mouth, knowing just what you needed to do. You sucked on the digits like it was your last duty before he pulled them from your lips, snaking them down in between your bodies to make contact with your throbbing clit.

“Mmmmm, Sammy, touch me, please,” you begged him, pleading with him to make you cum.

To say you were a mess at this point was a complete understatement. As soon as his fingers began to rub fast, erratic circles around your clit, you were hurtled face first into your orgasm. You practically screamed Sam’s name as he felt you clench around him, sending him into his own waves of pleasure and ultimately causing him to cum deep inside of you.

“God, oh fuck, honey, so good. So good,” he moaned out, slowing his thrusts down as he rode both of you through your climaxes together.

You lifted your head up from where it was resting on his chest from when you came, making eye contact with him once again. His eyes were heavy with a slight gleam to them. “Hey there, pretty girl,” he whispered to you. He lifted his hand up from where it was on your hip, moving some of your hair out of your face that had fallen when you were moving your head.

“Hi, handsome,” you whispered right back, failing to hold back a giggle.

“Ah, ah, ah, no laughing yet,” Sammy replied, bracing himself to pull out of you by gripping your hips one last time. He slowly pulled out of you, watching his cum drip down and out of your core. “Jesus Christ, that is so hot,” he says out loud, mainly to himself.

“Help me clean up before we go for round two and really ruin our dinner,” you respond, watching Sam saunter to the sink to grab a clean towel and wet it with some warm water. He pads back over to you where you’re sitting on the cool countertop, langs dangling down over the edge, waiting for him to help clean up both of your messes. As you watch him, your heart soars - this side of Sammy was one of your favorites. He was always so kind and attentive towards you, but even more so when you two were done fucking. It could be after an extremely passionate night, where you haven’t seen each other for three months because of tour. He’s grabbing you everywhere, teasing you, making sure you know just how much he missed you while he was away. It could also be after an intense night out, leading to the two of you stumbling into the living room and having him bend you over the couch right there. Those were the nights where you were sure that your entire street knew Sam’s name by the end of your little sessions.

After he was down wiping you down, he gave your inner thighs two light kisses before rising off of his haunches to come face-to-face with you. “So, how was that for kitchen sex? Huh?” he teased you, giving you his million-dollar smirk.

“Better than I could have ever imagined,” you hopped down off the counter, looking for your dress, “but I must say, I don’t think I’ll be able to eat another meal in here with the family now, babe.”

Sam chuckled while pulling on his own boxers and pants. “Oh, you just wait missy, by the end of this, you won’t be able to walk into any of these rooms without being reminded of our little vacation.” With that, he walked back over to the stove and removed the sauce that had been screaming for his attention all this time. You pulled your dress over your head haphazardly, all while staring at the back of his head in shock.

He couldn’t be serious.

#sam kiszka smut #sammy kiszka smut #gvf smut #greta van fleet smut #carnelian fics

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aliasknives · 1 month

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i did it :) new bg3 fic is up on ao3. this one was just incredibly fun to write

Named Dark Urge/Enver Gortash - 3.7k - M

cw for canon-typical durge content, ritualized cannibalism, religious fanaticism, autopsy, blood/gore, reference to past child abuse

excerpt under the cut

This house wishes to be forgotten.

It may have been charming, once, in a sad sort of way. The detailing on the doors and window sills is all dark oak, and clearly built with care. Now, it is only fit to function as someone’s storage space. Given the bloody scene he’s walked into, and the stench of fresh death, it is also someone’s tomb.

Ahead, he can see the Bhaalist crouched over what was once a kitchen table, surgical tools in hand. Dappled light illuminates her shape through the boarded kitchen window. In the plainclothes she wears, she could easily blend in with the rest of the city. Hells, with some polishing, she could almost be an Upper City socialite. He tries to imagine it: the heir of murder draped in finery, in silks and furs and gold. He could buy her jewels. Something red and sanguine. Ruby. Garnet. Carnelian.

Red is the only color she seems at home in.

There would be the matter of the blood to attend to, however. It has soaked through sections of her white shirt, likely ruining it entirely. Despite the gracefulness of her movements, she makes no effort to roll up her sleeves. It should be an unnerving sight, finding her like this.

“You’re a difficult woman to track down,” Enver says, supporting himself on the kitchen door frame.

Elbow-deep in a cadaver’s ribcage, Isoldt doesn’t even look up to face him. She’s tied her hair back in a clear attempt to keep it clean. A nice enough thought, but already a failure–plenty of strands have already come loose and dipped themselves in blood. It is especially noticeable where her hair is a white shock, but even the black has garnered a reddish sheen.

“I’m hardly hiding,” Isoldt replies. “I lit a fire and everything.” She gently pries the heart from its place in the chest cavity. When it pops free, she cradles it in both of her hands and carefully lays it on the table, just next to the body.

She is humming a song to herself as she works, but it does not sound like any ballad Enver has heard.

#my fic #this was meant to be super short and it’s 3.7k maybe IM the yapper #bg3 spoilers #durgetash #durge x gortash #durge #enver gortash

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auserath · 10 months

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"The reason I have anxiety"

Hurtcomfort Korangi fic

König was on temporary leave for unknown reasons for the rest of KorTac and task force 141, he was staying inside of his room for the most part and only came out every once in a while for food. He was even ignoring Horangi, distancing himself the best of his abilities.

During one of these lonesome nights, König had snuck out of his room wearing several layers as he went outside and into the winter cold, sitting on one of the benches on the running field while he watched the gentle snow fall that layered the dead grass. The sky was a dull grey blue and the lights of the streets and track lit up the area gloriously. The Colonel's eyes wandered the field as memories of his childhood flooded in, a shaky sigh escaping his lips as he lifted up his fleece scarf to cover his cold cheeks and nose.

The Austrian man had slightly shifted to be slouching compared to his usual well composed posture, sliding down a little to his butt was just barely on the bench and he was able to comfortably roll his head back and over the bench. His eyes closed while the cold flakes of frozen water hit his eyelids and forehead, for once not actually wearing his mask and keeping his hair pulled back and in a tight ponytail.

Though the Austrian wished he could take back the things he had done on his last mission to get him temporarily discharged, he still didn't regret it as he thought more and more about it. How he threw himself in the battle so recklessly, how he took fire from the enemy to protect his teammates.

"Ich bin ein narr.." Spoke König, his voice quiet and heavy with an emotional burden that only he knew he possessed, sitting still in the cold for what felt like hours until he looked up, his neck being stiff from the awkward position which elicited a groan of pain to come from him.

The cold air kissed his skin as he sat up from the now warmed spot on the bench, the snow falling off of his coat and pants while he stood upright and brushed off the half melted flakes. The echoed sounds of cars pulling around the base being the only sound aside from the quiet breaths and crunching steps of the tall man as he made his way around the track to clear his head.

Undenounced to König, Horangi was watching König from his window and sighed a little while the cold glass fogged up from where he was sitting in the barracks. Despite his gut telling him to stay inside, he got up and into some more weather fit clothes and put on his swampy green balaclava, glancing down at the carnelian bracelet König had made to have them match.

As the Korean man made his way out of the barracks, König had made his first lap around and ended up stopping under one of the track lights, the shadowing of his body making him smile while he played with his shadow for a little bit until the crunching of snow coming from his right woke him from his daze.

"Ah, Hallo Horangi. What brings you out here..?" Asked König, the fog from his breath escaping from under his scarf, a deadly silence filled the air before Horangi went over and gently took the larger mans hand into his own and urging for him to walk along the track again.

Although the cold was comforting to the two of them, they both couldn't help but feel awkward while they walked, snow catching on their eyelashes and hair while they walked along the asphalt.

"Why are you out here so late, King?" Horangi finally broke the silence, his accent being thick and difficult to understand due to the time of night and laziness since he knew the tall man could understand the words being spoken. König stopped for some time and slightly rolled his shoulders back, a strained sigh echoing out of his chest as a puff of fog came from his mouth.

While the cold air surrounded the two and the gentle breeze that flowed around the two, König had stayed silent despite being asked a question, his blueish grey eyes looking into the dull sky while the warm light of the lamps lit up their path, the snow turning a yellowish orange in the new lighting. After some time however, König's strides turned into slow, steady steps and he decided to speak after the awkward quiet.

"I've been... thinking is all. About our last mission." He said in response, his voice heavy with what seemed to be regret and guilt, which the shorter male of the two took notice of very quickly while he slowed with König's pace, shivering as the melted snow ran down his neck and touched his warm skin.

"About what exactly?" Horangi looked up, admiring the sky and the slight dull sky that comforted him, just being in the presence of his beloved... Partner? Friend? Whol knew, it was a situationship at the moment.

"Just... Ich weiß nicht, wie ich es formulieren soll-"

"König, English please"

"Ah-- My bad.. I don't know how to word it is what I said."

"I can tell, You have a lot on your mind..?"

König stopped while Horangi spoke, slightly pulling them back and into a tight hug. The sudden warmth against Horangi's clothed body contrast to the cold air took the breath from the man but he was delighted to see that König was okay with physical affection as of the current moment although had a hint of concern because of the suddenness of the action. His suspicions were confirmed the moment a quiet yet sharp inhale was heard from them.

"Bitte... Bitte verlass mich nicht... Nehmen sie mich nicht als Ihr beispiel" König struggled to speak while he took deep breaths, blinking away the tears that had been threatening to poke their ugly head out for the past few days. "Es ist mir lieber, dass du mich verlierst, als dass ich dich verliere..."

Despite not knowing a damn thing about what König was saying, he embraced them into his arms and put a firm hand on the back of their head while his other arm held around their middle lumbar, soft coos and lulls of sweet praise towards König came from Horangi.

"König... Relax and take a deep breath for me... Okay?" Horangi hushed to König, which only led the Austrian man to bear hugging them, shaking in their arms as he took some deep breaths as instructed but would hold it before letting go as if to gain control over his emotions, if not only for a little bit before letting go and relaxing.

Even with the two speaking, the place was silent as if the world had stopped for the two, the only thing that kept track of the time was their watches and the snowfall that piled around their feet.

"I-I am so sorry... I don't mean to burden you with my life issues, you don't even understand what I had said so please... Just ignore it." König muttered into their shoulder, his tone gentle and vulnerable, something Horangi never thought he would see from the colonel.

"No no, tell me. I'm your friend, I am supposed to be here." Horangi said firmly, lifting König's face so he could see the expressions they were making and so he could get a genuine response from them, his autumn orange eyes meeting the icy blue eyes that König had, being a perfect contrast. He removed his balaclava, his scarred up face and short black hair being revealed to show sincerity and genuine appreciation for his friend.

Although König had been trying his hardest to keep it together, the words uttered by Horangi caused him to break like shattered glass. Tears welled and burned in his eyes while his lip quivered, averting his gaze from Horangi with worry that him crying would change their point of view on him.

"I can't lose you... I don't think I could handle another loss." König spoke through voice cracks and sniffles, the tear streaks on his face growing cold as the wind blew on his face and his face burned with embarrassment, feeling pathetic and discouraged.

"Don't look away from me... Please. Let me see your eyes." Horangi grabbed König's face, his fingers brushing passed their ears while his thumbs rubbed away the tears that poured from his eyes. He had known that the man was going through things but had mostly kept to himself so he wouldn't feel like he was snooping on König, but in this moment he needed König to know that they were safe.

König flinched away from the touch, being reminded of his mother and pressing his face into their hands while he let out a whine, his eyes closing and his head tilting forward despite Horangi's request for him to look at them.

"Horangi... I have lost too many people, that's the reason I have such severe anxiety, for the fear if I get too close, they'll dissapear or they'll get taken right out of my hands... I have been so reckless thinking it'd be better if I were to go first but... I can't leave you." König had said as he rested his head back on Horangi's shoulder, biting his lip as his body convulsed while holding sobs and yells of frustration.

"I won't ever leave you... That I can promise you." Horangi said confidently as he wrapped his arms around their neck, one hand caressing the back of their head and ponytail while the other held the opposite shoulder close. He slowly began to guide the tall man inside, making sure to avoid main hallways and leading König to their room, rubbing their back while their steps echoed quietly through the barracks.

Once inside König's desolate bedroom, Horangi sat them down and helped removed their winter clothing before removing his own and laying them down. "There you are... Would you like me to stay?" Without a moments hesitation, König grabbed Horangi and pulled the shorter man down into his bed.

Horangi had yelped and slightly fell onto König, quickly apologizing before getting comfortable on the bed and slightly intertwining his legs with König's. He pulled their head to his chest and took out their ponytail, brushing their hair with his fingers while the blanket warmed the two up from being outside.

"I love you, König. Never forget that."

"I won't... I love you too, Horangi.."

#cod men #cod mw2 #korangi #König #Horangi #konig x horangi #horangi x könig #konig cod #konig #hurt comfort #fluff #angst #light angst

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