if your breath gets quick, that’s normal
if my hands move slick, that’s normal
we could smoke one first if you tryna get lit
my weed on ten come take a hit
cause we on girl, we on
girl let me put you on with something real
warning(s): this imagine contains sexual themes, explicit language, and mentions of blood.
word count: 780
The room smelled
overwhelmingly of blood and stale cigarette smoke. You had to hold your breath
when you stepped inside, broken shards of glass crunching beneath your boots as
you did. The source of the glass—a shattered coffee table—sat overturned
nearby, the body of some poor soul lying lifeless beside it. You didn’t dare
take another step—until you saw him.
You were getting pissed. You were not a particularly jealous type, but this was getting out of hand. You glared at the girl who had her entire body on him, flirting with her large pleading eyes.
Oh hell no.
You watched as your nonchalent boyfriend ignore all her gestures and advances; yet did nothing to stop her from practically grinding on him. You were getting so utterly mad that you had to control yourself before you let her feel your wrath, AKA, kill her.
On Wednesday evening’s Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, former One Direction heartthrob Liam Payne made his prime time television debut as a solo artist with a performance of his new single, “Strip That Down.” The big news for Payne fans is that he chose to accompany his tune with some slick dance moves. Lots of slick dance moves.
As part of the famous fivesome, Payne and the boys were known for their tongue-in-cheek attitude towards dancing: mainly, they avoided it. (Or if they did engage in some light choreography, it was with a wink and a nod to the fact that they certainly weren’t dance impresarios like their boy band forebears the Backstreet Boys or *NSYNC, groups of guys known for their sharply synchronized moves.)
But Payne is bucking the anti-choreography trend and kicking off his independent career with a much more pro-dance attitude, to the delight of fans. His performance of a minimalist version of hip hop bop “Strip That Down” lit up Twitter as long-time supporters finally saw what he’s working with, moves-wise. Joined by a few backup dancers silhouetted all in black, Payne shimmied, chasséd, and even threw in some fancy footwork while singing through the track. Looks like he’s feeling just fine onstage on his own.
Warnings: lots of nsfw, cursing, will give u tom feels
Summary: you and thomas have been best friends with benefits for almost a year now, however he want’s it to be more and can’t find the moment to tell you that. My first smut so bear 🐻 with me. ft. slightly sub!tom
concept by Lili (@osterfieldz) story by Zara (@tomsleftbrow)
word count: 2358
key: the first part is toms perspective, flashback, __________ denotes perspective change
Request: You’re an unclaimed Omega and Alpha Bucky has agreed to help you through your heat. Unfortunately, he’s out on a mission, so someone else will just have to help you until he gets back.
A soft mewling noise caught Natasha’s attention. The sudden scent of coffee and freshly printed books, filled her nose and wrapped its way around her brain. She could smell your scent, your body craving the Alpha that had left days earlier.
“Bucky,” you whined into the phone, choking on your words as the desire between your legs grew stronger and the pain worsened. “Please pick up! I’m in heat and…I need you.”
The last three words were a whispered plea, begging him to come home and help ease the ache between your thighs. You were an unclaimed Omega and Bucky had agreed to help you through your heat, but now he was gone. Nat entered your room slowly. She could see you curled up in your nest of pillows and blankets, fingers delving into your panties. She could hear your little pants and moans, every sound that slipped from between your kissable lips. She could tell that your fingers weren’t enough, that you needed an Alpha. A loud whimper left your mouth as you felt your breasts swelling to feed the pups you didn’t have. The only thought running through Nat’s mind, was you needed her. That maybe she could help satisfy your need and her own as well. Attempting to snap herself away, she left the room, slamming the door behind her to block out your smell. Your head shot towards the door as it closed and you caught the familiar sent of an Alpha. Nat smelled of honeysuckles and a camp fire, the smell lingering behind her and you let out a loud yelp; desperate for her to come back.
Nat was already halfway down the hall, when she ran into Steve. One look in his eyes and she could tell he smelled you too.
“She’s lying there touching herself and whimpering like crazy. It’s taking all my will power not to go in there and help her,” Nat growled at Steve. “You need to go call Bucky, before it gets any worse.”
Steve nodded, hurrying off to Tony’s lab to use the secure phone.
“Nat!” Came a loud moan and she felt her resolve snap. Within seconds she was standing over your bed. Watching your fingers, already coated with your slick, move in and out of your pussy. She towered over you and you mewled softly, calling out her name again as you came.
“Y/N, did you enjoy that? Teasing me? Calling out my name as you came all over those dirty little fingers of yours?” She has shed her clothes and moved to rest on top of you. Pinning you to the bed as her fingers ran their way up your thigh and traced their way around your leaking breasts.
“Yes, Alpha!” You gasped out as her lips found your sensitive nipples and began suckling.
“Do you want me to help you? Do you want this Alpha to take you? Pleasure you?”
You moaned loudly at the feeling of her mouth working your sensitive buds, arching your back so you pushed your breast further into her face. She stopped sucking and pulled away, a smirk finding its way on her lips.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes!” You pleaded. “Please Alpha, take me! I’m yours to use, please just help me.”
That’s what Nat was waiting for, she slid down your body. Peppering your thighs with kisses and tasting you on her tongue. She slid a single finger into you and couldn’t help but laugh at the noise that exited your mouth.
“More!” You begged, twitching your hips for more friction. She smirked against your clit, nipping at it ever so slightly and slid another finger into your soaked heat. You were so wet, she didn’t have to work long before she slid in a third finger. Curling them, so every stroke resulted in her fingers brushing against your g-spot. The loudest moan she’d ever heard tumbled from your lips as your walls clenched around her fingers. The next four hours were spent with Nat trying as many techniques as she could to get you to orgasm.
“Fuck!” The growl from the doorway was one of lust at the sight that was before him. Nat got up from her position, face buried in your slit, with a smirk, hips swaying as she walked past Bucky.
“She’s all yours now, I’ve been doing this for four hours.”
She got dressed and left the room, leaving Bucky to stare at your naked form writhing on the bed.
“Alpha!” You moaned out, reaching your hands out for him. He was beside you in a second, replacing the spot where Nat’s tongue had been with his fingers.
“God you’re soaked,” he growled into your neck. “Do you want me to knot you now? You’ve waited an awfully long time, huh? Do you want your alpha to fuck you senseless?”
You nodded mutely, grinding down on his fingers.
“I can’t hear you,” Bucky snapped, your smell enveloping him and creating the raw desire to have you squirming beneath him in pleasure. His eyes found your lactating breasts and his breath caught in his throat, he’d never seen you lactate on a heat before.
“Yes Alpha!! Please take me! Please knot your Omega. She’s been waiting for you to come home and claim her.”
Unable to withstand the urge any longer, Bucky replaced his fingers with his cock and slid into you easily. Your slick coated him as you arched your back into him and curled your toes. A whimpering mess beneath him. He loved it. In fact he thrived on it, this feeling of being buried inside of you as you came undone. He could feel how close you were as he thrust into you, picking up his speed.
“Cum, my Omega,” he growled, kissing pathways down your skin. His lips found your nipples and he sucked on them, playing with them between his teeth. You moaned his name repeatedly as you came, feeling him twitch inside you and his knot form. He moved you so he was sitting and you were on his lap, careful not to remove his knot from in you as he didn’t want to cause you pain.
“I love you, James,” you murmured, head against his chest, too tired to move. You could feel his metal arm pressed against your back, soothing your burning skin.
“I love you too, Y/N.”
Lysandra was aware of his eyes on her, his gaze burning holes in her back.
She made it to the bathroom before him, peeling off her clothes piece by piece as she went - she was glad her father was on the night-shift this week.
By the time she made it to the shower, she was in just her underwear. She turned on the water, letting it heat up, before stepping back. She knew Aedion was behind her, standing in the doorway, watching. Just the thought caused heat to slowly build in the pit of her stomach, a sensual smile pulling on her lips.
Slowly and with a tantalizing sway of her hips, Lysandra stepped out of her underwear. She didn’t once look back as she walked forward, stepping into the glass shower.
She stood there for a few moments, letting the streaming water soak her hair and body, before finally turning around.
Aedion was standing in the middle of the bathroom, still shirtless from their makeout session earlier, the door now closed behind him. Gone was the carefree, boyish look that normally took form on his face. It was now replaced with a look of complete love and lust. Lysandra felt the warmth between her legs begin to throb as his eyes slowly drifted over her wet, naked body, lingering on her perked breasts and between her legs.
“Well?” Her voice was a seductive purr as she spoke. “Are you going to join me? Or do I have to do everything myself?”