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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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Love in the Key of C

AN: Hi folks. In the run up to my 100 follower sleepover on Saturday I am busy working on a few bits. So in the mean-time, enjoy this follow-up to Beautiful Disaster. This was originally posted on AO3.

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Pairing: Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes, post TFATWS

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Loving Bucky is easy. But love hasn't always been that way for Sam Wilson.

CW: Memories of past relationships, references to Christianity, Canonical Character Death, Domestic Fluff, Explicit smut, Outdoor/Semi-public sex, Tender sex, Boys in love. NO MINORS PLEASE.

Love in the Key of C

It was hot. But then again it was July, in Delacroix. Sam lay on a towel on the dock, in just swim shorts and sun-glasses, soaking in the sun. Any sensible person would either be doing the same, or be taking the opportunity to find to some shade. Which explained why Bucky was doing neither. A joyful shriek cut through the heavy air, followed by a loud splash, and more shrieks and shouts.Sam pushed himself up onto his elbows, smiling at the sight of Bucky, AJ and Cass fooling around in the water. Each of the boys was taking it in turns to be picked up by their uncle (a moniker Bucky had earned from the two boys even before he and Sam had got together), and thrown up into the air, to come crashing back down into the water. The boys loved Bucky. Sarah loved Bucky. Hell, the whole community loved Bucky. And Sam? You bet your ass he loved Bucky, if the word love even got close to describing how he felt.Sam knows he has been in love before, different types of love for different people during different stages of his life. But nothing like this.

There had been Marianne, his first girlfriend, who’d he’d taken to prom. She had been so pretty, so sweet. That perfect ‘high-school’ love. They’d lost their virginities together in the back of his Dad’s pick-up that he’d borrowed to take her on a date. That relationship had come to an end through mutual agreement when college called to both of them, a hitch that couldn’t be overcome.

But with college came an awakening knowledge of another part of himself. Sam sighed as he remembered Jacob. Beautiful, beautiful Jacob. Sam had been smaller back then, a slip of a thing only just starting to fill out his body. And Jacob, a senior, was huge. Taller, broader, stronger. Able to manoeuvre Sam around like he weighed nothing. But this love hadn’t been sweet like with Marianne. It had been hard. Jacob hadn’t been comfortable with himself back then, unable to reconcile his identify as a gay black man. He was sweet on Sam in private, but went out of his way in public to put distance between them, lest anyone guess. Sam had been so infatuated at the start that he put up with it, but in the end, he wanted to be able to show his love and affection. He understood that Jacob wasn’t ready to come out, he really did, but there was only so much he could take and this main issue couldn’t be fixed. So he’d ended it. God, Sam hoped that Jacob had finally been able to accept himself.

College had allowed Sam to learn about himself. What he liked, what he didn’t. Who he liked and who he didn’t. Most of it was just fun, a journey of discovery, the same as most college kids.

Then after college it was the Air Force and para-rescue, and his next love. Major Blackwell….Caro. His impossible love. Oh, how he had loved her. But she hadn’t loved him. He was a booty call to her. And lower in rank, if not in her direct chain of command. Like Jacob, she could never acknowledge him. He understood the reasons this time as well. But it was her who ended it, when she realised that his feelings ran deeper than she was comfortable with. Their relationship was just out of tune. He’d been distraught, turning to his best friend. His friend who sat by him for weeks, listening to him rant, hugging him when he cried and taking him out for beers. Who waited for another two months before declaring that he was in love with Sam, and had been for months.

Riley…his Riley…his deep love. He still felt a squeeze in his chest when he thought about his golden-haired angel. Flying through the sky with him, laughing and swooping. He’d been planning on spending the rest of his life with that man, told his ma and pa all about him. And then that damn night-op. It had ripped his heart out. He’d wanted to die that night too, and he never thought he’d recover. A love that had ended too soon.

But now? Now there was Bucky. And his smile broke wide again. Who’d have thought that the man who had jumped onto the hood of his car and ripped the steering wheel right out through the wind-shield, all those years ago, would be the man that Sam loved? Be the man who was playing in the water with his nephews? Be his biggest support, cheer-leader and, although he hated to admit it, protector? For everything they had been through together, it almost felt magical, the way they had fallen in love. Creeping up on them both, slowly but surely.

He turned his attention back to the three, shouting and playing together. Buck was just so good with the boys, and all the other local children who hung around. It was a close-knit community here in Delacroix, much like most of Louisiana. And surprisingly, Bucky had fit right in. The first time he had let rip with the fabled ‘Barnes Charm’ that Steve had told him about Sam had felt his heart drop to his knees – and it hadn’t even been directed at him!

Oh, but when it had been directed at him! Well it wasn’t his knees everything had sunk to, no sirree. Sam felt himself flush, and was glad it wasn’t noticeable. That boy had it! That ‘je ne sais quoi”. For all the fact Bucky saw himself as a killing machine, he had been a charismatic loving machine first.

Marianne had impressed Sam, although to be fair, what boy wouldn’t be impressed by the first person to give them a blow job?

Jacob, conversely had made him feel depressed a lot of the time. Quickies are great, but when that’s all you get, and it’s because your partner doesn’t want to get ‘caught’. Well it gets old, real quick, no pun intended.

Caro, well, she was using him to satisfy her own needs, having no qualms about leaving him with blue balls. And he, the idiot he was, put up with it.

But Riley, well, he had known how to satisfy Sam in every way. Each loving and gentle touch that had lit a fire in him. A fire that had died with Riley, until Bucky had come along and re-ignited the smouldering embers.

It had been so easy. Over-long glances, lingering touches as they had both tried to work out if the other ‘really felt that way’. Then the ‘accidental’ kiss which had felt oh-so-right, and they had tumbled together, seemingly able to just intuit what the other wanted and needed. In absolute harmony. And it had been easy ever since as all each of them wanted was to please the other. Ah, god, the mouth on that boy! It was sinful and Sam had never claimed to be an angel.

But he’d thought Riley an angel; blond and light, flying through the sky, like Gabriel. And if Riley had been a heavenly angel, then Bucky was his fallen angel. Wingless and dark, like Lucifer, but no less divine. Making Sam feel like a blasphemer when he attended church, singing Amazing Grace and thinking more of ice blue eyes than the Lord.

His thoughts were interrupted by two, damp blurs barrelling into him, pushing him backwards onto his towel.

“Uncle Sam! Uncle Bucky says it’s time to head back home!”

AJ whined at him. Sam chuckled.

“Well, the sun is getting lower now – your ma did want you back well before sunset, and there ain’t no way me and Bucky are getting on the wrong side o’her. So you two best get going. We’ll follow along.”

Cass pouted, Sam tried to look stern and Bucky doubled over with laughter, which then set both boys off and it was only a few more seconds before Sam succumbed. He pulled the boys into a tight hug before sending them on their way.

He looked up a Bucky, who stood, water still running down his firm body, only clad in black swim shorts and a cover-up for his arm, not because he was worried about it being on display, but more so it didn’t heat up from the sun and accidently burn any one. And speaking of burning…..

Sam extended his hand up towards Bucky.

“Help me up?”

A small tug and Sam was on his feet. In fact, momentarily, his feet had left the floor. That thought…did things…to him. But, he something else to deal with first….

“Buck, you didn’t put enough sun cream on again. You gotta be careful of that pasty white skin of yours. That shade of pink doesn’t suit you.”

“Don’t worry about it Sam, you know it will be all healed by tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but one, I don’t like finding all those skin peelings in the bed,” he pulled a face of disgust and shuddered, “and two, we don��t know that the serum protects you from skin cancer. After everything you’ve been through there is no way I’m letting you go out like that! Let’s get you into the shade.”

“But Saaaaaaam…..”

Bucky let out an over-exaggerated whine, but after a quick peck on the lips, helped to pick up detritus that he and the boys had left strewn about – footballs, empty juice boxes, damp towels. He shoved it all into the canvas tote bag Sarah had provided them with before Sam grasped his hand, intertwining their fingers and leading him off the dock and down a-ways to a secluded stand of trees on the edge of the water.

Sam lay his own towel out again, and with a gentle push to Bucky’s shoulder, which elicited a hiss due to the tenderness of the pink skin, got him to lay down on his stomach.

“Stay there…just let….ah-ha!”

Sam was rooting around in the tote bag a pulled out a small bottle of aloe vera gel with a shout of triumph.

“Now, let’s get you sorted.”

He sank down, straddling Bucky’s thighs and slowly, but methodically started to lightly rub the soothing gel over the sunburnt skin. All was quiet, except for the lap of the water and the calls of birds, interspersed with satisfied sighs from the prone soldier.

It didn’t take long for Sam’s ministrations to turn into a massage, his strong hands moving lower down his lovers back. He shifted so he was sat further down Bucky’s legs, allowing him to turn his attention to those deliciously thick thighs.

“Sam….”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I didn’t burn my ass….”

“You asking me to stop?”

“God no…..”

Sam chuckled to himself, and his thumbs moved up to dig into the soft flesh at the very top of Bucky’s legs, skimming under the bottom edge of his swim shorts. The sighs became whimpering moans.

“…..Sammy…..”

“You need something sweetheart?”

Sam teased, not stopping his movements. Another whine escaped Bucky’s lips.

“Please…….”

Sam shifted off of Bucky and eased his swim shorts down his legs. He smiled as his hand brushed against Bucky’s hard length, before he lay back down on the towel and instinctively spread his legs wider. Sam knelt between them and started to deeply massage the glutes that were now bared to him.

“God, Buck…you’re so perfect baby. Wanna make you feel so good…”

All Bucky could do in reply was let out a long, low moan…..until Sam slowly pushed a slicked finger inside him.

“Sam!”

He jerked up slightly.

“We’re outside…someo..”

“Ssshhh, sweetheart. No-one’s gonna to come here.”

He added a second finger and Bucky whined.

“Watch the sunset baby…”

Bucky turned his head watching the sun lowering over the water, the colours reflecting as the small waves rippled. Sam noticed he was panting and obviously trying hard (ha!) not to lose it too early. Sam smiled as he saw Bucky bite down on his forearm as he added a third finger. He leant forward and peppered soft kisses down Bucky’s spine.

“You ready Bucky bear?” He saw his boyfriend nod his head into the crook of his arm and mumble in response. Sam eagerly pulled the front of his own trunks down to release himself, before quickly slicking himself up with some of the cool gel. His eyes closed on their own as he sunk down into Bucky’s warmth. They both groaned in sync as Sam bottomed out. He leant over the muscular back in front of him so he was practically lying on top of Bucky before languidly starting to roll his hips. Bucky whined and whimpered beneath him and it was delicious.

“Sammysammysammy.”

“Yeah, I know, Buck. I know. Just relax and feel baby. So good for me.”

He shifted his weight on to his left arm, so he could slide his right under Bucky’s body and wrapped his fingers about his stiff, weeping cock. There wasn’t a lot of space for movement, but he managed with what he had, using some gentle squeezes and light wrist twists, in time with the soft, but deep movement of his hips.

“Come on baby, you can do it for me. You feeling good? Let it go, sweet-thing.”

He could feel Bucky tensing beneath him, the whimpering becoming more intense.

“Sam, oh god, I…I…”

The wet warmth coating Sam’s hand, along with the intense squeezing around his cock and the salacious noises emanating from Bucky were enough to tip him over his own edge. He did his best to keep up the slow rolling rhythm, trying to extend his orgasm for as long as possible, before he collapsed down.

Only a slither of sun was still above the horizon, the rest having already sunk down into the water.

Sam smiled. Loving Bucky was easy.

#sam and bucky #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #marvel #sam x bucky #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #winterfalcon fanfiction #winterfalcon

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uncleghostt · 3 years

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Can't stop thinking about how 18th century Moravians (Christian denomination, very prominent in the colonial days) fucked a lot and made it a religious thing just so they didn't feel guilty.

Take a seat, and strap in.

(CW: sex, religion, Christianity, cult mention, explicit anatomical terms, voyeurism, etc. This is a fun post about *strange* practices but please read at your own risk!!)

The Moravians were borderline a cult. They all called their leader "Papa", were very obsessed with blood and blood sacrifice, and had very very strict member rules. People *were* free to leave the faith if they wanted, but it very seldom happened.

Anyways, this group of people had all sorts of interesting things going on for them. First off, they were an industrial GIANT. Literally so efficient and skilled in like 200 trades that people all over the north east would horse and buggy it on over to Pennsylvania to buy their stuff. That said, they were one of the first people (they claim to be the first anyways) to divert water from the source and mechanically engineer it to produce energy. Cool stuff. They also were a multiracial group (allowing black individuals, native American individuals, etc) to hold equal status as other white members. It wasn't exactly an effort on "anti-racism" but definitely anamalous for the time period. Same goes for women. The men and women were separated almost ALL of the time (except when they were having sex, but I'll discuss that next) which means people of all genders were highly educated and expected to contribute equally to the community. Again, not exactly feminism, but it's notable.

Alright. Now onto what you've stopped for. The SEX. The Moravians loved sex and legit thought it was the key to *seeing god*. So much to the point where the whole goal of "unification" was so that a married couple could orgasm and "become closer to God". They even referred to cumming as "blessing the wife". It wasn't a free for all though. Oh no. There were very particular rules. On the eve of one's wedding, you would be sat down with the village elders and taught EXACTLY how you were supposed to fuck. Some accounts even state that the village elders would WATCH while unification happened so that they could *make sure* they were doing it right (ew). These rules are totally not conducive to actual sex either lol. So like (I'm gonna be explicit here) the men were only allowed to move at a certain rhythm while inserted (encouraged to move as little as possible) because their whole thing was "removing the lust from sex." Individual members frequently recounted these experiences in their diaries, a lot of people feeling shame for thinking about sex during sex, and for not reaching orgasm like God intended. (they would say stuff like, "I'm so upset with myself that when my husband blessed me, I didn't see God. He was not with me, I'll try and see him next time"—the poor women LOL)

And it's important to note that this didn't just happen any old place. Remember now that the Moravians had their communities segregated by gender. 'So where DID they canoodle??', you may be asking yourself. The answer? A tiny 5x5 room called the blue cabinet. Couples would LINE UP outside and wait for their chance to go in and bang. There wasn't even a bed in there!!! Sometimes it would be a wooden bench or specialized chair, but never a real bed.

((NOTE: Now, existence of the blue cabinet is not very well recorded (as one would imagine, sounds like a pretty taboo concept) but this is strange because the Moravians prided themselves on their record keeping. They had diarists account every day, every hunt, every death, every event, every action, etc. of the community. So this being left out, was definitely intentional.))

Okay back to business. So why did the Moravians, a very pious and deeply religious group, think it was okay (and even encouraged) to have sex??

Jesus side wound. Or as I like to call it, his side wussy.

Because his stab wound (from being crucified) kinda looks like a hoohah, they thought they could justify sex as long as they imagined they were penetrating Jesus's side wound. Seriously. They loved the side wussy so much they wrote songs about it and drew countless pictures depicting it. They even gave out little calling cards that were just rooms of their buildings as if they were inside of the wussy. Wild. I can't get over it. Look at it please hahahahahah

ANOTHER QUICK FACT: the Moravians had a very weird concept of gender and thought that "all people had female souls" because everyone was Jesus's bride. That said, they perceived Jesus himself to hold both male and female energy (nb king omg).

And LAST ONE I promise: the son of their leader got in big big trouble because he was having gay orgies in the Young single men's house (all houses were divided by gender and marital status)!! They caught all these young guys getting freaky and dressing up like women!!!!! hehehe

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Okay I have so much more knowledge of this in my head but I'm sure your mind is blown so I'll stop there. Hope u have a great day being plagued with these thoughts as I am!

#danny speaks #What should I even tag this oh my #academia #Religion studies #Religion m #Cult m #Sex m #TIL #sex history #history #religious history #18th century #Is this an info dump? I learned a LOT about the Moravians bc I took a class on them but jeez I didn't know how much I knew

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lady-divine-writes · 4 years

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Kurtbastian one-shot “Right Where We Belong” (Rated NC17)

Summary: After they return to the states, Kurt and Sebastian go on a tour of America, hitting all the touristy sites Sebastian remembers visiting with his mother during his childhood. They hit the Grand Canyon, where Kurt discovers that even though he may not be the 'camping' type, he's definitely the 'sex in a tent' type. (1566 words)

Part of the Deliver Me series

Read on AO3.

Kurt didn’t necessarily abhor the outdoors, but he and nature didn’t always see eye to eye. A walk in the park or a Sunday jaunt through a road-side farmer’s market were fine outings for him. On the rare occasion, he’d agree to a hike … if they were headed to a five-star restaurant on the top of a hill, provided that hill was located in a vineyard. The outdoors outdoors, where animals and insects lived and did their business, was a horse of a different color entirely. No roughin’ it for Kurt Hummel, no camping, and definitely no sleeping in a tent.

But sex outdoors … that, he discovered, was something he enjoyed doing.

He loved every second of it, even if, in this instance, it came hand and hand with camping … in a tent.

They had set up the tent together … sort of. Sebastian had the expertise of a practiced survival specialist while Kurt stepped in a hole that turned out to be a den, tripped twice over the same log, then tied his right hand to a guide pole. After that, he decided to sit the rest of the tent construction out, nursing his wounded pride. While Kurt wallowed in his ineptitude, Sebastian managed to snap a beautiful photograph of him, backlit by the setting sun, arms wrapped around one leg as he gazed out over the canyon.

For Sebastian, capturing that moment was more than worth the manual labor that preceded and followed it.

Sebastian inflated their mattress, then rolled out their sleeping bags. He extended a hand to Kurt, raising his eyebrows suggestively, soft but hungry green eyes beckoning, asking Kurt wordlessly to make love to him.

In a tent.

At first, Kurt was not that receptive.

Moments after getting settled, the quiet of night falling around them, the music of crickets filling the air, the two men came to the same conclusion at the exact same time.

They needed one another.

Sebastian had become expert at peeling Kurt out of his jeans, and Kurt swooned at the speed in which Sebastian managed to have him completely undressed and straddling his hips. For Kurt’s part, he swiftly rolled a condom onto Sebastian’s cock while Sebastian watched. Gone was the shy violet he had been, fingers trembling over performing such an intimate act, especially with Sebastian’s gaze following him so closely.

No.

Kurt relished the feeling of Sebastian’s eyes focused on his hands as the condom covered his length and Kurt coated him liberally with lube. Meanwhile, Sebastian absorbed the beauty of Kurt poised over his erection and sinking slowly down, his body accommodating, muscles twitching as he moved, eyes squeezed shut as he became accustomed to the stretch.

The feeling of being so perfectly full.

Riding Sebastian gave Kurt an enormous sense of power. His gorgeous Sebastian laid out beneath him, gazing up at him, eyes shining, blown with lust but overwhelmed with love. This was a view no one else got but Kurt.

And he intended on holding onto that view with white-knuckled fists.

“Tell me,” Kurt panted, moving sinuously up and down, “why we didn’t do this earlier?”

Sebastian moaned when Kurt leaned over him, swallowing his gasps as he captured Sebastian’s mouth.

“If I remember … Oh, God, Kurt!... if I remember correctly, you said … absolutely … and in hmmph! … in no uncertain terms … no tents … no dirt … no creepy crawlies … no nature …”

“Well …” Kurt arched his back when Sebastian grabbed his hips, holding him still while he pounded up into him “… I was wrong! I was so so so so wrong!”

Sweat beaded along Kurt’s shoulders, in stark contrast to the bitter cold around them, steadily heating up with every hitched breath, every moan. Sebastian loved watching Kurt this way - so free, so abandoned, allowing himself this single moment of obliviousness to the goings on in the world around them. They became one when they were together like this, like vines tangled forming a single entity, seeking out the sun.

Sebastian held onto Kurt’s hips relentlessly, not allowing him to move or squirm away. Once Kurt realized there was no hope of taking back control, he surrendered to Sebastian thrusting up into him, hands scrabbling over Sebastian’s chest, his abs, looking for anywhere to hold.

Sebastian knew Kurt - knew him intellectually, knew him intimately. He had invested more time on Kurt than he had on anyone – learning how to touch him, how to hold him, where to kiss him, when to move slow and sensually, when to go fast and hard.

Now was definitely a time for fast and hard, for fingernails biting into his milky flesh, for eyes locked on Kurt’s face as Kurt’s cheeks flushed and his eyes grew wide.

Time for that one thing that always tipped Kurt over the edge.

“Oh my, God, gorgeous. I love you ...”

It wasn’t lip service. Sebastian meant it. Every time, he meant it. And the more he said it, the truer it became.

Sebastian reached a shaking hand to grasp Kurt’s neglected cock but Kurt didn’t need it. The sound of Sebastian’s voice alone was more than enough to overwhelm him, fire him from within and send heat shooting through his veins. Kurt came, shuddering in Sebastian’s grip, mumbling and gasping, hands threading through his own hair, pulling gently. But Sebastian - focused so hard on Kurt’s pleasure - wasn’t quite there, wasn’t quite ready.

Until he saw Kurt fall apart above him - the tightening of his abs, the straining of his thighs, his voice going thready … then non-existent. After that erotic display, there was no hope of Sebastian prolonging his own orgasm any longer. He felt himself dissolving into Kurt’s body, filling up the condom, longing for a day when barriers between them would no longer be necessary.

Sebastian felt high inside Kurt’s body, addicted, though his own personal experimentation stopped at two failed attempts at smoking weed and more alcohol than he was proud of. But this feeling of ecstasy, this soaring-through-the-sky-while-losing-all-your-breath spin that he felt in his head right now, had to be close, because all that registered was a vague feeling that he might pass out. But he didn’t mind. In fact, he wanted more of it. He wanted to get high off of Kurt, even if it destroyed him.

Kurt, however, looked strangely sullen, eyes downcast, cheeks wet with errant tears.

Sebastian reached for Kurt, who slid off his cock carefully and into his lover’s arms. “What’s wrong, gorgeous?”

“Nothing. Nothing should be wrong. It’s just … sometimes I get so afraid that this …” Kurt gestured between the two of them “… isn’t real. It’s all a dream, and I’m going to wake up, and everything will have gone back to the start. I’ll be … I’ll be with him and …”

“Shhh.” Sebastian threaded his fingers into Kurt’s hair, scratching lightly at his scalp with blunt nails. “You don’t have to explain. I’m sorry.” He hummed softly, trying to bring Kurt back from those memories of hurt and entrapment in the arms of the man who treated him so cruelly.

“It seems so much like a fairy tale sometimes,” Kurt continued. “Being with you. And all fairy tales eventually end.”

“Yeah, but don’t they usually end in happily ever after?”

Kurt lifted his head, watching Sebastian’s eyes return from wide and lust blown to the soothing soft green color he adored.

“How can you be so sure?” Kurt asked. “My fairy tale with Blaine didn’t.”

“Well, from what I hear, that was less a fairy tale and more an angsty CW drama. Besides, I know the end to this story.”

“But how do you know?” Kurt pressed, his voice thick with anxiety, uncertain about the future. Most people were in the same boat, but Kurt - he’d been living a life he’d designed meticulously after high school, and it seemed to be heading that way without a hitch. But then, out of nowhere, it got flipped upside down.

As a consequence, he didn’t trust his own instincts anymore.

Kurt didn’t believe in God. He’d told Sebastian it seemed too cruel to imagine an all powerful being controlling everything who would choose to allow the kind of things that had happened to him happen and why? Because he broke some rule about sharing his peanut butter and jelly sandwich when he was four? Because he chose to watch AMC Theater every Sunday morning instead of getting dressed up and going to church?

Because he was gay?

But the truth was, even if there weren’t an almighty creator guiding people’s steps, and even with all of his logic and planning, that didn’t mean his life couldn’t be randomly derailed by a speeding train.

He needed security.

“I just do,” Sebastian said. “Don’t ask how,” he added when Kurt started to argue. “Top secret. It’s classified. But between then and now, there are so many chapters for us to write.”

“Us?” Kurt repeated, but it came out like a question whether he meant it to or not.

“Of course ‘us’, gorgeous.” Sebastian kissed Kurt’s forehead, covering him in the sleeping bag and sighing when Kurt laid his head over his chest, right above his heart. “We are the end of the story, my love. We belong together.”

#kurtbastian #sebkurt #sekurt

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sapphicscholar · 7 years

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Stronger Together prompt. Soft Sanvers is my favorite Sanvers. How about some adorable cuddling and pillow talk?

Hi, friend! I just posted the chapter to AO3 here! I combined with with prompts from @thebiwisebrownkid and @agent-dvnvers (see below)

Prompt 2: HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW 3x01 TRAILER?!?!! THE HAND HOLDING SCENE WITH WHAT (i think) WAS SANVERS?!?! I low key feel like that was a sex scene so i was wondering if u wud write a soft passionate smutty fic post getting rings and incorporate that hand holding thing p.s. we have never seen sanvers hold hands like how the fuck has that not happened till now-Okay, so it’s not explicitly smutty, save for a line or two. It’s mainly soft (like, ya know, a PG13 movie, or what you get on the CW if you’re a hetero couple)

Prompt 2: Hi! If you’re still up for a prompt could you maybe just write a really fluffy morning in for Sanvers? Featuring a hot makeout and playful banter/teasing and lots of love? Could it also feature cuddling like Maggies head on alexs chest (basically high dosage of cute gay shit pls)

A/N:Why yes, this is soft Sanvers being engaged and ecstatic about spending the rest of forever together and maybe this is the softest, nicest way I’ve ever told a show writer to fuck off, but please enjoy it.

Chapter Text:

“No,” Maggie grunted, her voice muffled by the pillow. She could hear Alex’s soft laugh ringing out as she continued her attempt at extricating herself from Maggie’s tight, koala-like grip around her waist. “Stay in bed.”

“Let me put on coffee, and I promise I’ll be right back.”

“Five more minutes?”

After a moment, Alex acquiesced, letting herself be led back down to the pillows as Maggie’s head found its way to her chest, her fingers curling against Alex’s abs and her legs tangling with Alex’s. The look of pure contentment on her face made her look many years younger, and Alex couldn’t help wishing that they could stay like this forever, far removed from the worries and cares of work and life and a city that seemed to be forever under attack.

Maggie hummed in contentment as Alex carded her fingers through her hair, feeling herself drifting in and out of consciousness with the soothing motions.

“How about I go make us coffee now?” Alex whispered, moving like she was going to get up.

“No,” Maggie whined, reaching up above her for Alex’s hand and drawing it down. As she clasped Alex’s hand in her own, letting their fingers curl together, she looked down at their matching engagement rings. They’d talked about whether or not it was practical to get them, tried to figure out if they’d even be allowed to wear them out in the field, but eventually they both decided that it was worth it. They wanted the world to know they were in love, that they were lucky enough to be spending the rest of their lives together. And if that meant that Alex had spent a few long nights in the lab with some gems from outer space synthesizing a compound even stronger than diamond for their rings…well, it was worth a few nights apart in the end.

“You look good with a ring, Danvers.”

“I could say the same to you, Sawyer.”

“I look good in anything, though,” Maggie teased, pulling herself up to kiss Alex—her fiancée, and god would she ever get tired of saying that?

“I think you looked best in nothing but the ring…” Alex trailed off, turning over in Maggie’s arms to kiss her properly as memories from the night before flickered through her mind. Even though they’d been engaged for weeks at that point, there had been something new to sliding rings onto each other’s fingers, something that felt absurdly romantic but in the best of ways. Alex had insisted on taking Maggie out to a nice dinner, needed the world to see how perfect they looked together, for the world to see that they belonged together. As they waited for their food, they couldn’t help the way their hands drifted across the table at dinner, finding one another, fingers lacing together, watching as the rings seemed to sparkle and flash in the candlelight.

They’d skipped dessert, too eager to get home, to hold one another close and celebrate each and every part of the commitment they were making to one another. But, eager as they were, they’d managed to take it slowly. The kisses were soft—every gentle caress and breathy sigh full of new meaning, every whispered “I love you” trailing off into the unspoken “forever” they couldn’t wait to celebrate in front of their friends and makeshift families. Clothes had been slowly pulled off, fingers and lips tracing reverent paths across every inch of newly revealed skin. When they finally fell into bed, they’d held each other close—gasps and moans swallowed by heated kisses, the press of soft, warm skin a welcome embrace—finally falling asleep with Maggie’s arms and legs wrapped protectively around Alex, their hands tangled together.

The rumble of Alex’s stomach finally pulled them apart. “Okay, time for food—for real this time.”

“I can think of something I’d rather eat…” Maggie winked at Alex, watching as the woman blushed and rolled her eyes.

“You’re insatiable.”

“You didn’t seem to think that was a problem last night.”

“No…I suppose you’re right.”

“I’m always right.”

“You wish you were always right.”

“Semantics,” Maggie sighed, finally relinquishing her grasp on Alex and watching with unabashed desire as Alex stood and stretched, the light flickering in through the curtains playing across Alex’s back, accentuating the planes of toned muscle, the scars that served as reminders of just how brave she was, of how she put herself in harm’s way day in and day out to keep her city and her sister safe. She let out a huff of disappointment as Alex pulled on a tank top and shorts, though she too pulled herself out of bed, looking for her favorite orange t-shirt of Alex’s—the one that still reminded her of their first night spent together so many months ago.

By the time she made it out to the kitchen, the coffee was nearly ready and a double-toasted bagel was sitting at her place. “You spoil me.”

“You deserve it.”

And god, it was cheesy and sentimental and absolutely something she would’ve mocked a year ago, but somehow when Alex said it, it just sounded perfectly sincere, like everything she ever wanted to hear.

—

After breakfast, Maggie tried stalling, determined to stay at home for just a little longer before they had to go off to work.

“I’ve called in with the black lung four times…this month.”

“I’ve heard it’s incredibly hard to shake—quite the nasty bug.”

Alex laughed and shook her head. “Let’s save our leave time for the honeymoon.”

“Kara told me you had something like nine months of accrued overtime hours alone.”

“Have I not told you about my plans for our honeymoon?”

It was Maggie’s turn to laugh as she tried to drag Alex back to bed. “Please! Just a few more minutes of cuddling?”

“You know as well as I do a few minutes of cuddling will turn into an hour of fucking.”

“You can’t just talk dirty like that and expect me to leave you alone.”

“Then why don’t you come clean up with me in the shower,” Alex offered, already throwing off her tank top and letting her shorts drop to the ground. Never one to resist temptation that looked that good, Maggie threw off Alex’s t-shirt and followed her to the bathroom, her hands already reaching out for Alex’s waist.

After brushing their teeth, they eventually made it into the shower, even managing to pull their mouths away from each other long enough to wash up before Maggie had Alex’s back pressed up against the cool tile of the shower wall, her hands dropping down between Alex’s legs.

“No,” Alex finally managed, though her voice was decidedly less firm than she would have liked. But one of them needed to lay down the law if they were ever going to make it into work.

“You sure? I bet it would only take a few minutes,” Maggie taunted, making a show of dragging her slick fingers back up and sucking them between her lips.

Groaning, Alex dropped her head back against the tile, forcing herself to remember that she had a to-do list a mile long in the lab that wasn’t going to complete itself. “Tonight.”

“Fine.” Incorrigible as ever, though, as Alex turned off the water Maggie’s eyes glinted mischievously as the corners of her mouth pulled up into a smile. “Need a hand moisturizing, babe?”

“Get your ass back to the bedroom.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Maggie replied with a cheeky wink and salute.

By the time Alex made it to the bedroom, Maggie was already tucking one of her countless button ups (Alex really didn’t know where more kept coming from) into a pair of skinny black jeans, her hair wrapped in a towel on top of her head. As Alex dropped her towel, she felt Maggie’s hands immediately finding their way to her bare skin. “Already?”

“You told me to wait in the bedroom for you. I did.”

“I’m getting dressed, babe.”

“Why don’t you put on a nice show for me,” Maggie teased, settling into bed and propping herself up against the pillows.

Rolling her eyes, Alex just pulled out one of her DEO uniforms, leaning a little closer to Maggie than was strictly necessary, her chest right in Maggie’s line of vision, and maybe flexing just a little bit…not that she’d admit to it. Smirking at the way Maggie’s breath caught in her throat, she made a show of bending over to pull on her socks.

When Alex sauntered across the room, yelling that she was doing her hair and leaving for work, Maggie groaned. Never before had she regretted a decision as much as she did at the moment, left desperate and wanting with a full day of work still ahead of her. But she joined Alex in the bathroom, pulling out her own hairdryer and plugging it in beneath Alex’s.

The first time a gust of hot air hit Alex, blowing her hair up and into her face at a ridiculous angle, she spluttered as Maggie burst out laughing. “I’m sorry! It was a mistake,” Maggie apologized. They had long ago realized a bigger bathroom was something of a necessity for their next apartment.

“You’re fine,” Alex sighed, though all too soon Maggie felt her own hair being blown up and saw Alex clutching her hair dryer like a gun and cackling.

By the time they were done, the process had taken significantly longer than usual, and Alex’s hair was a bit more…voluminous than she’d normally like, while Maggie had been forced to throw hers into a ponytail to hide the puffy, tangled sections that would be a pain in the ass to deal with later. But they both sported matching grins, their cheeks pink from the effort.

“See you tonight?” Alex checked.

“Barring alien emergencies…though I suppose we’d probably still see each other then.”

“Fair enough. Now be safe.”

“Always. And you too—don’t go jumping into portals without me again!”

“Yes, yes… I love you.”

“Love you too.”

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