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kuni-is-daddy · 6 months

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Want wanderer to ride me until his biting down on his lip to cum <33 Lessor lord reader preferred :) I love how you write him subby with L.L reader.

SUB CATBOYWANDERER/KUNI! X MALE READER

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You can imply it as a strap or pegging. //Riding and a bit of teasing.

|Scaraficlist!|Sub catboy scara

With some sub scara drabbles in the start.

CW: Minors do NOT interact past the cut! This is a NSFW POST!

Sub catboyscara! who's furry ears can't stop furrowing back and forth while you fuck him. With every deep thrust it's as if the knot inside him is ready to snap. "H-harder! Fuck~! Please ~!" He's soooo needy when your fucking him, so when you comply and tightly grab on his hips; stuffing him so full of your seed he's immediately moaning as loud he can and sticking his tongue like he's panting for air.

Sub catboy!scara who loves getting slapped on his ass. He's trying so hard to act as if he 'doesnt like it because it's a punishment' but his tail curls and wraps along your body or hand whenever you pull away from the nth slap. Scaras eyes are a bit puffy and his face is rosey red with blush. Not to mention his fangs...

When you please sub wanderer in public he's biting onto his lip or hand so hard to hide his moans. The darshan championship nearly bored him to death so he wandered through the outskirts of the city for a bit looking for you. And to his 'surprise' you were Writing away at a bench on said championship. It was the first time after your imprisonment you've gotten to hold a event for your people. Yet there goes the familiar tune of jingling bells cutting through the sounds of the wind.

"Hah..and here I was hoping you'd interact with people and make friends..mnh..your so needy aren't you scara?" You took a heavy sigh at his warmth, while he sunk further onto your shaft. His hat was measly tossed aside onto the bench with your paperwork while his open chested kimono draped off his arms, revealing fresh bite marks, hickeys and even some unpleasant scars. 'Scara' moaned softly and began bouncing up and down on your cock. "I-mnh~! I can't.-" lazily, you bucked your hips up into his clenching hole. "Can't what? Be patient?" Slap! "AH~! hmnn~" scara immediately nodded his head, If only you didn't put him in those stupid interest groups as a 'hobby' he wouldn't be so pathetic and needy. "my poor little pet~ you missed me, yeah? Did you miss your god?"

You tilted your head in amusement as the puppet turned his away. 'his god...scara.' he felt odd with the words, yet his cock began leaking precum onto his roughed up lower clothing. "Y/n~ Oh~hnm...say my name~!" He pleaded and with a soft pop his drool painted lips parted from his hand. "Hm? Your name...I'm not sure... baby?" With a thin grin you trailed your free hand onto his painfully hard cock. Your thumb rubbed along his tip and squeezed bit on his shaft. Scara whined out at your teasing, the sound of his wet skin slapping against yours grew louder admist the white noise of the park. "You-Ah! Say it please~! Please y/n! Im so close!" You hummed at his response and scara gripped tighter onto your shoulder before digging his head into your neck. He purred softly And Your body shivered at the feeling of his prostate rubbing along the tip of your shaft. "Kuni~" you whispered and Kuni gasped out into your shoulder, slowly digging his nails into your clothed back. "Ag-ah! Again~! F-fuck! I'm gonna- ah!" "Cum for me kuni~ be a good boy and cum on my fingers"

Kuni cried out your name once more before sinking his teeth into your shoulder, you hissed out in the mix of pain and pleasure as both your orgasms washed over you. He blinked through his hazy vision and purred at you stuffing him full again.

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Nilou was sitting by the booth waiting for 'acting grand sage' alhaitham to return, for the 1st round intermission of the interDarshan championship. She hummed a tune and twiddled with her pencil a bit until she heard the sound of panting. "M-MS NILOU! MS NILOU!" A short woman chanted, she was dressed in traditional darshan attire. With an awfully messy pair of shoes at that. It was as if the woman was tracking through the forest. "Oh my, kasha what happened to you?! Is everything okay - is someone hurt!?" Nilou nearly sprinted out of her seat to great the exhausted woman. "its- ah..it's ah important letter from- Lessor lord y/n" Kasha sighed and handed nilou the letter.

'Vahumana representative 'Hat guy' will be withdrawn from the first and second match of the interDarshan championship on my account, please If you have any concerns or further comments report them to sanctuary newsletter! Thank you.

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squoxle · 5 months

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Enhypen Legal Line as Kinks 18+

❤️‍🔥pairing: Enhypen L.L.!bf x Reader!gf | ❤️‍🔥wc: 500| ❤️‍🔥summary: Enhypen Legal Line and their kinks with you...IMO |❤️‍🔥cw: 🔞MDNI!! sexual innuendos

💄희승 | Heeseung — role play = kinky dress-up sex — hot omg help:

I can really see this as one of Heeseung’s kinks. I’m sure he’s got some more, but this is definitely one.

Heeseung would want you to surprise him in your new sexy outfit. He’d literally brick up almost instantly when he sees you. After that, he’s gonna fuck your brains out while telling you how you’re such a ‘good girl’ for him. DONT FORGET TO STRIPTEASE FOR HIM…otherwise he’ll be the one ripping your clothes off.

“You look so pretty when I fuck you.”

“Mmm, good girl,” he smirks before smacking your ass.

😈제이 | Jay — ddlg = alpha dom — dominant, passionate:

Jay is such a husband. I feel like most of the time sex with him would be very romantic.

But when he wants to spice things up, he knows how to rough you up. I can see him taking control in the bedroom.

Jay would come home from work and find you waiting on the bed for him to dominate you.

“Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” he’d smirk before removing his belt to tie your hands.

“I couldn’t wait to come home so I could fuck the shit out of you.”

🤤제이크 | Jake — edge play = overstimulation — kinky, playful, horny:

I feel like Jake is the type of guy who loves to play so edging is right up his alley.

Whether he’s overstimulating you or being overstimulated himself, he loves the sensation of nearly exploding and teasing the hell out of you.

Jake would get you in the mood by randomly caressing your intimate places.

“I know you want me as bad as I want you,” Jake would whisper in your ear before gliding his fingers across your pussy.

“I love it when I tease you and you beg for more.”

🫦성훈 | Sunghoon — 24/7 kink = permanent consent to sexual advances — possessive, dominant, horny:

I know I’m not the only one who sees Sunghoon as a hyper sexual person.

On top of his high sex drive, I think he is the type to want to use you as his little sexdoll that he can fuck whenever he pleases. His possessiveness adds to his dominance as he loves to degrade you and praise you at the same time.

“You’re such a slut for me…and I love it.”

“Ugh. You’re making me so horny right now I just wanna bend you over and fuck you.”

😳선우 | Sunoo — praise = he likes to give and receive words of affirmation — shy, apprehensive, crazy once u get him going:

Sunoo is pretty shy and I see that trait bleeding into his sex life.

I feel that you may have to initiate sexual activity most of the time. Not that he’s disinterested, it’s just that he’s too shy to admit that he wants it. But once he gets started he goes wild.

You give him the ‘im horny’ gaze and he instantly blushes. So you start to rub his inner thigh, just enough to get him started.

“Ngh. You ride me so good, Baby.”

😏정원 | Jungwon — voyeurism = likes an audience — teasing, playful, wild:

I don’t know what it is…but something about Jungwon reminds me of Heeseung. I feel like he either wants someone to watch him fuck you or watch you fuck someone else.

I could see one of the other members walking in while you two are fucking and instead of telling them to leave he wants them to stay and watch.

“I wanna make you scream my name.”

“Mmm, I could fuck you like this all day.”

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dear-ao3 · 11 months

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how i met my boyfriend - the designer axe story

as promised, since we have both now graduated the statute of limitations has expired on this story and i can now share it all with you.

some notes: ra is resident assistant and this story occurred in august of 2021. i wrote this all out the day after it happened almost 2 years ago. we did not actually start dating until october 2021 after we both realized we were in love with eachother. yes, we are still together as of may 2023.

without any further ados, the much anticipated designer axe story.

so part of RA training is that we have to make door decorations and bulletin boards for our halls and buildings. i had finished my door decks at 1 am sunday morning and the bulletin boards weren't due until 9 am monday morning. so i had all of sunday to work on it.

my building has no less than seven bulletin boards per floor and an additional 4 on the entrance floor. i dont know who the hell built this building but we need to have a serious talk about when too many bulletin boards is too many fucking bulletin boards.

so i was in charge of three on my floor. one about me, one covid policies and one sloth (his name is sam and i love him). and i am a chronic procrastinator. so i finished my about me and got through about 95% of my covid one by like 9pm and had to go back to the res life office to cut out a few more letters and get some scrapbook paper.

at this point its probably important to know that the only people on campus at this point were the RAs, some students getting mentoring training, and a few random first years here for an early arrival program. plus some staff.

now, i need you all to understand that there are 42 RAs. all of us have the same deadline. all of us had between 2 and 5 bulletin boards to complete. plus door decks. and room condition reports. so we were all moving at literally 600 frames per second, 120 miles per hour, or about as fast as a child does when they are told there's cake.

which is to say, we were all frazzled and stressed out of our minds.

so i open the door to the res life office at around 9 pm to cut out the word "but" in orange construction paper and grab 2 sheets of purple scrapbooking paper. in the office are the four RAs that were on duty that night, plus a good 7 other people are running around asking about glue sticks and construction paper and keys.

i knew that i only had my sloth board left to complete so i decided to take my sweet ass time, knowing that i was in need of a good break (and also im just a procrastinator) so i cut my letters and grabbed my paper and stood at the desk for no less than an hour talking to everyone about things like the fact that i fell out of a suitcase when i was 2 and that tamper proof lids exist because of the chicago poison pill murders and the flagship l.l. bean store in maine. it was very productive.

so i finally slink back to my dorm at around 10pm, very confident that i would finish by midnight and could watch some netflix or something before i went to bed. if only i knew what was in store for me.

i enter my dorm building and walk to the elevators. and then. one of the RAs from the third floor was like "oh saph. [another RA in the building] is looking for you."

and me, of course, didnt bring my phone to the res life office so i didnt know this.

i go up to the second floor and see one of the RAs from the second floor and another from one of the other buildings working on a bulletin board. they say "oh saph. [the same RA in the building] is looking for you."

i run up to my dorm and discover that somehow we missed the bulletin board by the downstairs elevator. seriously there's too fucking many bulletin boards. and they were asking me to do it. because they wanted to put covid policies on it.

and i know i said this story was about axe body spray. and it is. we are getting there.

so panic sets in because its 10pm and i still have two whole bulletin boards to make now. one of which i have nothing planned for. so i threw some soup in the microwave (because i had forgotten that dinner existed) and opened my laptop.

thankfully, i could reuse some of the same stuff from my own covid policies board in my common room. i just had to print it. which meant, yep you guessed it, another trip back to the res life office!!

at this point i think i had taken a grand total of at least 7 trips to the res life office that day alone. its a good 5 minute walk. not terrible, but just annoying enough that you hate yourself a little more every time that you have to do it. and now its 10:30pm. i am starving. i have two boards to complete. it was crunch time.

i make it to the office and this time i had no time to sit around and debate how popular l.l. bean is. i had policies to print and letters to cut.

as im struggling with the printer (because those fucking things can smell fear), someone else in the office starts loudly discussing timothee chalamet.

and now, this is where you want to actually pay attention because this man would be the reason i ended up only getting 4.5 hours of sleep.

said man in question is quite the character. he's in my grade and im pretty sure he's a polisci major (and maybe creative writing? there's some kind of writing) and he plays lacrosse. i dont really know how to describe him other than the fact that the first interaction i ever had with him was two years ago at freshman orientation when he complained to me in the dining hall that there was no milk for his protein powder.

that interaction is in my top 10 favorite interactions ive had in college.

but the one we are about to unpack definitely takes all of the cake.

so here i am, struggling with the printer and my tiny knock off dongle. the other RA on my floor starts discussing timothee chalamet's outfits with the protein powder RA.

and so apparently the protein powder RA worked in some major fashion designer brand corporate something or other thing over the pandemic. he told me which one but i was so shot and only thinking in construction paper and glue and staples that i didnt process any of it. but it was a fancy one. the store that is.

and so here's what happened:

me: "timothee chalamet? isn't he like, 17?"

protein powder RA and the other RA on my floor: "nah he's like 25. ive checked."

yet another RA: "yeah i just googled it."

me, a wimbo: "oh im thinking of finn wolfhard. but i dont think he's 17 either."

listen before you slam me, remember it is like 11pm and i have to still do 2 bulletin boards and we have training at 9am the next morning.

so protein powder RA pulls up some photo of timothee chalamet and starts telling me about all the brands he's wearing and i literally said "i understand all of the words that you're saying separately."

and he said "exactly!! he's just so great that when you put it all together you can't understand it!! he's just too perfect!!"

and the i made a detrimental decision.

there is life before this decision and life after.

i said "well. bring your fashion designer knowledge into the lounge and help me decide what color to cut my letters."

and he said okay.

so after severely debating the different color purples that we had and listening to the finer points of the fashion industry, i noticed something important.

he smelled like axe body spray.

see i bet you thought i forgot the point of the story. i did not.

let it be known that we are juniors in college (that's 20-21 years old if you dont know). axe is very common in middle and high school boys locker rooms. i have vivid memories of avoiding that hallway so i wouldn't be choked.

so im trying not to inhale too deeply because the smell has permeated my mask as i cut my "covid safety" letters in the color this man has dubbed "light lilac" and half listening to him talk about the fashion industry.

but i finish quickly, somehow escape the smell of axe, and grab my laptop and print outs before tagging along with the same protein powder RA and the other lax player RA back to the dorms. its now 11:15 pm. i still have 2 bulletin boards to complete. my soup is sitting in my microwave in my dorm, almost forgotten about.

halfway back from the office i realize that i forgot my dongle. i say so out loud and protein power RA says that he will go back and look because he's just that guy who likes to help. i say okay fine. and i sprint to my dorm building, drop the print outs and letters downstairs for later, and start the sloth board.

several minutes later, my soup has been inhaled, my papers glued, a sloth cut out, and im sitting in a mess of construction paper and staples in the hallway when i get a text from protein powder RA that quite simply said:

"its not there. do you need help with your boards?"

and me, being me, because i am exhausted and in need of company, say "yeah sure."

by the time he finally shows up, he's changed his outfit.

as a side note, every time ive seen this man during the last 5 days of training, he's been wearing a different outfit. oh and he works for lulu lemon. forgot to mention that.

but alas, here he came, holding my papers and reeking of axe as he walked down the hall to me, who is failing to staple a sloth to my bulletin board.

so for the next two hours i did my boards and he sat and talked. he wasn't physically helping me, but he was helping me stay awake, cause this man is a ball of fucking energy, and that was very important.

i only remember about half of what he said but essentially he was talking about how he was trying to be a better person than the one that he was freshman year. which is admirable. but he does still reek of axe.

at around 1 am i finished my last board and went upstairs to clean up. he came with me and sat on the floor and continued to talk while i cleaned up my disaster of paper and staples and glue among other things. at this point i was so relieved that i had finished that i was actually able to engage in the conversation, which was surprisingly deep and interesting.

and then. its about 1:45 am. i am about to wash my dishes so i can shower and go to bed. because remember that i need to be at training at 9 am the next morning.

and he says something about trying to be a better person again. and me, in all my sleep deprived glory, says:

drum roll

"and yet you still wear axe body spray."

and all hell broke loose.

i would like to preface by saying that he freaked out in a very joking matter and was not actually mad at me. but he was definitely disappointed and in shock. the next hour pretty much consisted of:

"are you kidding me? this is prada something something cologne and all these celebrities wear it!! how dare- it could not POSSIBLY SMELL LIKE AXE!!! well i guess its a little dry and axe is kind of dry smelling...bUT I SPENT SO MUCH ON THIS BOTTLE and the lady sold me on the larger one and it was like 150 bucks and UGH i cannot smell like axe! you know i got four compliments on how i smelled today??! and you're telling me i smell like fucking- *sniffs shirt* no! there's no way!! well i mean... no i cannot. i cannot smell like designer axe. damnit saph! im gonna have to sell this whole bottle now cause i can't use it! BUT ITS PRADA!!"

for an hour.

but it was very entertaining.

eventually i dragged him to the common room cause i needed to do my dishes and sleep and he continued ranting about it there, going as far as to call his best friend (who was asleep) and another RA and ask them if he smelled like axe. i meanwhile was laughing my ass off and 12 kinds of tired but couldn't find it in myself to care.

eventually he decided he needed yet another opinion. so he went to find the other RA on my floor, which, if you remember, is the same one who was thirsting over timothee chalamet with him in the res life office all of those fateful hours before. but that RA was nowhere to be found. so he ran down to the common room below us and scared the shit out of three freshmen.

and he asked these freshmen if he smelled like axe.

the answer was yes.

after that he left because it was 2:30 in the morning, and all the while he was yelling about how he was going to come to training tomorrow with different shirts with all his different colognes on them and have me sniff them because he couldn't smell like designer axe.

and i did the only logical thing. went upstairs to my my dorm and made him a door deck that looked like a bottle of axe that had a post it on the front that said "designer."

and so. now you all know not to buy cologne because its expensive because there's a good chance it will just end up smelling like axe.

and i didn't get to smell his other colognes because i almost passed out in training and left to take a nap. but maybe that was a blessing in disguise.

we’ve been dating for a year and seven months and just graduated college :) and in a fun twist of events, prada no longer makes that cologne anymore.

#not a tag #from saph #designer axe #saph and brad origin #bless

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joelswritingmistress · 5 months

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 2

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Eventually Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

In jest, I quietly blamed Dr. Miller for wanting to fall asleep in the second class I was taking at the University the following evening. Dr. Stevenson did not have the immediate, gripping hold on me the way Dr. Miller did. Not only was I exhausted by the time the five o'clock class rolled around, but I was constantly comparing this stodgy, mundane individual to all of the lively traits his coworker possessed. It was unfair really.

I had made it, however. I managed to get through to seven o'clock without rudely letting my head fall flat on the desk in the stuffy, thermogenic confinement in the University's basement.

“Get me out of here,” I whispered to myself as I crossed into the hallway. My eyes sought out the stairwell at the far end of the corridor, though when the elevator doors swung open as I passed by, I couldn't resist the free ride.

A small group of students piled out, each on their own individual device and not seeming to care if they were in each other’s company or not. I felt for my own phone in my jacket as I entered and turned to hit the “1” button that glowed a pale yellow.

“Hold on..” A hand snuck its way in through the large, steel doors that threatened to close, and I stepped farther to the side to allow the stranger to enter. Only it wasn't a stranger - not really.

“Oh..” The one syllable left my mouth when I recognized it was Dr. Miller who was now standing beside me as the doors closed. The word was entirely misplaced and I knew I wouldn't have said that if any other human being had accompanied me on the elevator right then. Except maybe John Stamos.

“(Y/N), right?” His voice was made for phone sex.

The fact that I had that thought even remotely in the most hidden depths of my brain made me blush. I even contemplated what was wrong with me.

“Right.” I gave a small, closed-mouth smile and attempted to mind my own business.

“Who's class did you just come from?”

“Umm..” I drew a blank. His presence, and my instant attraction to him, took me completely off-guard. “Uhhh..” When my eyes lifted to hit his, I could tell there was amusement that lingered behind the surface. “Dr. Stevenson.”

“Mmm..” It was an obvious mutter of disapproval, though he didn't dare elaborate as he subtly rolled his eyes along with the brief, fleeting response.

“My thoughts exactly.” I gave a laugh and looked up at him again, shoving my hands into the pockets of my black, L.L. Bean winter coat. I hoped by agreeing to his subtle denunciation I didn't come across as the prissy, know-it-all type that undermined authority figures.

When the little bell chimed, indicating we had reached the first level, I wanted to make some excuse to stay there. There was nothing logical. Once the doors opened I would have to get out. Still, I wanted so badly to carry on a conversation with Dr. Miller. At the same time there wasn't one worthwhile conversation starter I could think of.

I opened my mouth to speak again but then quickly went with the generic, “I'll see you tomorrow in class.”

Dr. Miller gave a nod and I crept out of the elevator with a deliberate reluctance that I couldn't prevent. A look over my shoulder showed the elevator doors closing again and Dr. Miller’s figure was slowly stripped from my view like an actor on a stage at the final curtain.

I could breathe again. For a second. It suddenly dawned on me that I had never revealed to him my name.

(Y/N), right? I relived the simple, half-a-second question he had asked over and over again in my mind until it transformed from a quintessential expression to a resounding shout.

He has a class list, I reminded myself. With at least forty-something students, I added.

There was no way he could have known who I was without a little investigation. The thought flattered me. Surely, others might've been a bit uneasy over the revelation but not me. Not right then.

There was an unwilling pull at the corner of my mouth that I tried to fight off, though soon a wider grin made home on my face. I still stood there staring at the elevator for a moment and realized the down arrow was glowing.

Down. I stood there for a moment. Dr. Archibald had gone back down where he had just come from. Had he simply taken the elevator ride to…

I couldn't even finish the thought with any sort of realistic element to it.

Cocky, aren't we? I knew there wasn't a chance he had taken the elevator up one level and back down simply because I was on it. He most likely forgot something and went back down.

Big metal butterflies had suddenly made home in my stomach. I was so modest that I yielded any possibility that this could be true. Through my own eyes I was so incredibly customary that someone couldn't possibly want to go out their way to find out more about me.

I wouldn't mind him stalking me. The fact that this was my first naturally-occurring thought had to say something. The palpitations knocked at my chest cavity again and I swallowed hard as the down arrow suddenly stopped glowing.

Of course this was the thing, in all of my exhausted glory, that kept me awake again that night.

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maxillness · 2 months

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Dangerous Game || L.L x Charles' bsf!reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, marking, handjob, praise kink, degrading kink (if you squint), Enzo’s refusing aftercare, sub!lorenzo

Wordcount: 1.5k

She happy said yes when she was invited by her best friend to go with him on vacation with his family

It was a beautiful villa located in the mountains. It was even more beautiful at night when you sat by the pool and could look over the hills

There was just one view she liked more, and it was so wrong. Lorenzo Leclerc, her best friends brother

She knew it was so wrong to look, but she couldn’t help it

She was lying by the pool, reading her book. She was only wearing her two piece

The book became less and less interesting the longer she sat outside. She had the perfect view of Lorenzo’s half naked body swimming in the pool with his brothers

“Hey, nerd!” She looked up from her book when she heard her best friend’s voice “Why don’t you join us? Isn’t that why you went with?”

“I’m here to get a tan. Not because y’all are interesting” Such a lie. Her eyes went back to her book. She chuckled when she heard them all scoff at her claim

She closed her book and stood. She went to the kitchen, finding a glass from the cupboard. She stood in front of the sink, filling up her glass with water

She soon saw an arm lift above her head to get a glass from the cupboard “You’re dripping on me” She didn’t know who stood beside her, but she did know they were wet and was dripping her

“You wished I was dripping on you, amour” She silently chocked on the water as she heard the low chuckle from Lorenzo

“What?” She gasped lightly when her body was pressed against the counter, trapped against his

Both his arms snaked beside her, going to the sink to fill his own glass “You’ve been eyeing me all day, ange”

Her breath quickened, feeling his bare chest against her back. She heard him slurp the water before he spoke again

“Don’t worry. I don’t judge you, and I won’t tell Charles” Her eyes closed when his cold lips grazed her neck

He pulled away from her body “You wanna go back outside?” His voice sent shivers down her spine

“I’ll be out in a second” She answered not looking over at him. He didn’t answer, but she could hear his light footsteps walking out of the house

She couldn’t help it. For the rest of the day, she would unintentionally press her thighs together whenever she made eye contact with him

She was talkative at dinner, per usual, but it all went down hill when she could feel his eyes on her

She would stutter, her words getting stuck in her throat, or she would just be quiet all together

The rest of the night, she spend her time at her room. She was avoiding him. She didn’t want to drown her pants in wetness, which he caused

She was lost in her thoughts. Headphones in, book in hand. She knew that everybody had gone to bed; it was way past midnight

She was startled when she felt the dip in her bed beside her, as well as seeing Lorenzo beside her

“Jeez, Enzo. Could give a warning next time” She had paused her music and put away her book “What are you doing in here?”

“In my defence, I did knock” He chuckled, turning around to lay on his stomach, supporting his head in his hands “And… I’m bored. Can’t sleep” He scooted closer to her, their bodies almost touching

“And you thought I could cure your boredom at 3am?” She looked down at him from the way she was sitting up against the headboard

“You cure my boredom just by letting me look at you” He said, sitting up beside her, turning his body slightly towards her

“You’re sitting so close you might as well sit in my lap” She chuckled

She meant it as a joke, but she saw the way his eyes lit up. His actions were so quick that she almost didn’t notice before he was already seated on top of her

His hands gripped the headboard, trapping her head between his arms. Her hands felt the soft material of his sweats around his hips

“Please, I need you” Their faces were so close she could feel his heavy breath on her face

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Enzo” She sighed, but she wanted this. She wanted this so bad it was embarrassing

“Please, I’m begging you” His words came out as a whine, which he did not try to cover

“You’re irresistible” She quickly attached their lips together. He did not hesitate to kiss back

His hands went to her face, cupping her cheeks, deepening the kiss even more. Her grip on his hips tightened, making him whine into the kiss

Lorenzo gasped at the cold feeling of her fingers under his shirt. It gave her the opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth

She took her time exploring his mouth. After a few seconds of hearing his small whines and low groans, she had positioned him on his back with her in between his legs

“You’re so fucking pretty” Her voice was soft as her lips traveled from his mouth and down to his neck

She loved the noises she drew out of him once she started sucking on his skin. She didn’t care that the marks were gonna be visible to his family

He was hers, and she was gonna prove it

“Please, I want you so bad. I need you” His voice was whiny as his hands fumbled with her shirt

“You have to be patient, Enz” He could feel the smirk on her lips as she softly kissed over the marks on his tanned skin

She leaned back, sitting up on her knees “Shirt off, pretty boy” He pulled off his shirt while she worked on his sweat and boxers

“This ’s not fair” Lorenzo said, motioning to his naked body and her clothed one

“Are you complaining about being naked in my bed?” She spit in her hand as he opens his mouth to talk

“Technically it’s not yours” He yelped as her hand wrapped around his cock. He moaned into the palm of his hand when she started moving her hand

She lowered her head down towards his abdomen. She slowly started kissing his skin, drawing out whimpers through his muffled moans

“You have to be quiet, Enzo. Charles’ room is just beside mine” She smirked as she continued kissing his skin, slightly starting to suck

“Jus’ feel so good” His words were muffled in his palm. He started bucking his hips up into her hand mean while he arched his back off of the bed

“I know, amour, but you gotta keep it down” Her words made him twitch in her hand

“Fuck, I’m gonna come” He squirmed under her touch, too fucked out to think straight about how loud he was being

She pulled her hand away, earning a loud groan from him “Why’d you do that? I was so close” His chest was heaving as he laid on the bed looking up into the ceiling

“What? You don’t want to come in me?” She said with a questionable tone. He looked up to see her now all naked body

He couldn’t form any words. He was almost drooling at the sight of her. He whimpered as she straddled his hips

Lorenzo grabbed her waist tightly as she drew the tip of his cock through her soaked folds

She covered his mouth with her hand as she sank down on him. His eyes were shut closed as she let herself adjust to his size

When she was well adjusted, she started moving slowly. It was hard for her to keep her sounds in, but they had to be careful

She leaned her head down to right beside his head “You feel so good in me” Her words made him shiver, arching his back off the bed

“You love it when I praise you like that, hm? Not when I call you a whore for fucking your brothers best friend?” He bucked his hips up into her, hoping for a faster pace

She granted his wishes, but not too fast; she didn’t want the sound of their skin slapping against each other each ping through the whole house

“God, you’re filling me up so good. Hitting all the right spots” She smirked, hearing the loud muffled moans coming from the man beneath her

“Fuck, you’re gonna cum for me, Lorenzo?” She asked as she felt him twitch inside her. Her other hand came down to her clit, circling it, chasing her own orgasm

“You’re doing so good for me, baby” Her words sent him over the edge. Holding her down on him, he came deep inside her. A few circles of her clit and she came as well

“You did so good” She kissed his sweaty forehead before laying down beside him “Shower?”

“At 4am?” He looked confused at her

“We need to clean up one way or another” She said to him

“No. I just want to lay with you” He pulled her into his arms and tugged them under the duvet

#smut #dom!reader #formula one #lorenzo leclerc #Lorenzo Leclerc x reader #Lorenzo Leclerc x reader smut #Lorenzo Leclerc smut #sub!lorenzo leclerc

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madhatterbri · 7 months

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Recovery | L.L.

Summary: You are injured in battle and your ex Loki has something that will make you recover quicker.

Cross post from AO3. ❤️

"I don't trust him," Clint grumbled looking you. The duo had to work with Loki and the rest of the Avengers. You sighed and rolled her eyes at him.

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you, darling. He is my past. You are my future," you tried to assure him. You kissed him softly. Normally, he would melt to your words but today was different.

"He's mind-controlled me in the past. He is not to be trusted," he growled. Clint turned to Loki who smiled and waved. The god knew they were talking about him. You sighed and made Clint look at you.

"He's trying to get under your skin. We have to work together to save Earth. Please play nice," you pouted. He sighed in annoyance yet agreed.

"Fine, but one toe out of line and he is getting an arrow to the head,"

The battle was going well. The Avengers were working well together despite the fact that the majority of the team despised Loki. They had all their own reasons, but Clint made sure it was aware that he did not trust him. Anything Loki said was put under scrutiny. You made sure that Clint and Loki stayed as far away as humanly possible.

The fighting felt like it waged on for hours. You were exhausted. The enemies were able to connect kicks and punches to you that they hadn't been able to before. One enemy in particular connected to your abdomen. She was sent flying and landed roughly on the ground.

"Your name? Your name, are you all right?" The panicked voice of Steve Rogers urged through your headset. You groaned looking towards the sky.

"What? Your name? Where is she?" Her boyfriend asked urgently scanning the grounds for your whereabouts.

"I'm fine," you groaned and placed a hand on your side. "Give me a minute,"

You Cecilie tried to gather your bearings. The punch knocked the wind out of you. You placed a hand behind you and slowly stood up. Your head throbbed as you placed a hand on it. You must have landed harder than you originally thought.

"You were always so stubborn, my pet," a man's voice rang in your ears. You closed her eyes trying to ignore him. The god of mischief always liked to toy with you. You had to go back to battle to help your friends. You took a step and dropped to your knee.

"I may need longer than a minute," you updated the team in a frustrated tone. Loki sighed and walked in front of you. His hands were crossed behind his back.

"I always liked you on your knees,"

"What? Why? Is he bothering you?" Clint demanded.

"I'm fine, Clint,"

"I wouldn't go back to battle if I were you," the god suggested. Loki reached out his hand for you to take. You pushed his hand out of the way. You stood up once more on your own willpower. You started to run towards the battle in front of you. The Hulk was in full anger mode. The enemy started to pile on him. He was punching and slapping through the competition. Unfortunately, he didn't see you running towards them.

"Your name, no!" Steve Rogers yelled but it was too late. The Hulk slapped you causing her to fly back. The force that the Hulk hit you with was not like anything you had experienced. You allowed your body to be limp as you crashed into the ground.

You looked up and saw Loki staring down. You were fighting to stay conscious. His usual playful expression with you changed into one of seriousness.

"Your name?" He questioned sounding slightly panicked. He knelt down and checked the pulse on your neck. The god had trouble finding your pulse. Your eyes slowly rolling to the back of your head. He cupped your cheek. "Stay with me, my pet,"

"Get away from her," Clint Barton barked at him. Loki sighed in annoyance at the man's appearance. Clint placed an arrow in his bow and aimed at him.

"Violence is not needed," Loki scooped you up bridal style. Your body laid limp in his arms. "Although you are costing us precious time to save her. As her boyfriend I thought you would want her to safe,"

"I said get away from her. She is with me now and I will take care of her," Clint demanded and aimed the arrow for his head. Loki rolled his eyes and teleported before the Avenger could let his arrow go.

"Hawkeye, status," Captain America urged.

"Your name is down. She is gone. Loki took her,"

Loki paced through the halls of Asgard with you in his arms. He didn't trust the servants to care for you. The situation was too delicate right now. He walked into his room and placed his old love on his bed. He quickly started coming up with ways to heal your wounds.

You jerked in your sleep. The feeling of being on a bed confused you. Your last memory was being in combat. The feeling of soft, silk sheets under you made you sigh in relief. A familiar smell flooded your senses. Asgard?

You opened your eyes and blinked. How could you possibly be in Asgard? Better question, how were you in Loki's bed? You sat up and looked around the room worried. What happened to everyone else?

"Good morning, my pet," Loki interrupted. You sighed in annoyance and looked at the god.

"What are you doing here?"

"You are in my room,"

"Clearly. Now why?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"I saved you from certain death,"

"Where's Hawkeye?"

"Probably shooting his toy weapons into a statue of me. Honestly, what do you see in him?" He asked. You rolled your eyes at him.

"I need to get back to Earth. They are probably worried about me. How long have I been up here?"

"Two weeks. We could make it longer," he offered. You wiggled around and removed the blanket from on top of you. You now wore a tank top and pajama shorts. Definitely not the typical Asgardian dress.

"Where are my clothes?" You hissed at him.

"I have them somewhere in the palace," he shrugged.

"You changed me?"

"I promise I didn't peek. Gods honor," he smiled.

"Take me back to Earth... Now," you demanded.

"Where are your manners? Instead of helping the Avengers fighting for Earth you should fight for better manners," he scolded playfully.

"If you don't send me back to Earth within the next five minutes you won't have to worry about your line to the throne," you threatened.

"Always so hostile. Not even a thank you for saving your life,"

"Your right," you sauntered over to him. They stayed mere inches apart. You played with his black hair by twisting his locks through your fingers. Their lips were close together. She stared into his eyes. "Thank you for saving me, Loki. I owe you one,"

"Now that is a lot better,"

Smack!

The sound of the slap echoed in the room as you slapped him across the face.

"Now take me back to Earth," you ordered and walked away from him. The god held his cheek and smiled.

"I see the Avengers have really brought up your strength. Tell me, does the little Robin Hood take care of you?" He asked causing you to stop in your tracks. You turned on her heel to look at him.

"What are you talking about?"

"I think we both know what I am talking about,"

"That's none of your business,"

"It seems I struck a nerve. Why don't we reenact old times and see if you want to go back to Earth,"

"You saved me so you could fuck me?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. "Glad to see you are the same Loki,"

"Why change perfection?"

"What do I have to do to go back to Earth?"

Meanwhile back on Earth...

Clint looked at Thor. He couldn't believe you were not back on Earth yet. The stupid god must have been poisoning you to keep her up there.

"So you can't go up there and bring them both back?" Clint questioned the god of thunder. Thor sighed in annoyance. He had been asked the same question for the past two weeks.

"She was still unconscious when I went up there. He is taking care of her. He isn't holding her against her will," Thor spoke like a broken record.

"I know of their past. He still loves her and I will not have him forcing himself on her," Hawkeye shouted. Thor turned to look at him.

"Their past is in the past. I know my brother. He will not hurt her. I will go up tonight. I will check to see if she is awake and bring her back to you," Thor promised. "You have my word,"

Back on Asgard, you tried to convince the god to release you. The god of mischief agreed to let you go if you accepted a dinner date with him. At first, you quickly rejected him but now figured the god would not budge until his needs were met. You wore a cream-colored dress that showed your midriff. Appropriate? No, but conveniently that was the only clothing in the closet. The servant knocked on the door.

"King Loki is ready for you," the servant announced behind the closed door. Just one date for her freedom. This shouldn't be so hard. You made your way towards the dining hall.

The servants opened the door for you. Just like old times. The room was certainly more romantic than you remembered. Your favorite flowers hung all around the room. Soft music played from the harp. He was standing by a chair and pulled it out for you to sit.

"Come. I am many wonderful things and a gentleman is certainly one of them,"

You walked over to the chair and sat down. He pushed the chair in for you.

"No funny business. You promised dinner and you will take me to Earth,"

"I assure you, my pet, I will only act when you beg me to,"

Loki clapped his hands and the servants provided them two plates. He ensured that they served your favorite meal. You slowly ate trying to have some grace although not eating for two weeks made you want to ravage your meal.

"Don't be shy. I know you must be hungry,"

"Why aren't you eating?"

"I intend on eating something else tonight,"

You knew Loki. That statement was supposed to be out of line. You placed your fork down and looked in his eyes.

"Clint and I are together. You shouldn't be talking to me like this," you scolded.

"You never answered my question. Does he satisfy you as I do?"

"Did. Satisfied you like I did,"

"So I did satisfy you?"

"You know you did," you answered through gritted teeth. He loved to revel in you becoming undone. All the times he edged you and continued despite the sensitivity from your orgasms. You begged him to continue through it of course. You loved what he gave you.

"Does he? A mere mortal?"

"Yes, not that it is any of your business,"

You were never a good liar. A smirk crept up on the god's face.

"It's never polite to lie," he tutted.

"Who said I was?"

"Because I know you, my little pet. I know you hunger for me as much as I hunger for you. Every night while you lay awake at night wishing it was me filling you up. When you touch yourself... You think of me,"

You stood up from your chair. Enough was enough.

"Take me back to Earth, now. I ate your dinner," your face red from being flustered. You breathed heavily. Beads of sweat started to form. The room had risen a few degrees with his words. A smirk appeared on his lips. "What do you want from me?"

"You. In my bed. Moaning, screaming my name while you writhe under me," he answered honestly. "I know you want this as much as I do. No one has to know,"

His words reminded you of a question you were frequently asked as a child.

If you could do something bad without getting caught would you?

You always answered no of course, but this was different. This wasn't committing a crime. Two consenting adults having sex. No one would have to know. No one would have to get hurt.

"I...," you stared at the table before her. "No one will know?"

"I won't tell a soul,"

A smile appeared on his face. He knew his flustered pet could not say no to him for long. He grabbed your hand and teleported to his room. His lips locked on to yours. He cupped your ass in his hands and laid her on the bed.

You separated your legs for him. Loki bunched your dress around your hips. He leaned down and kissed your thighs.

"So beautiful, my pet," he whispered. He hooked his fingers around your underwear and slid them down. He threw them over his shoulder without a care in the world.

The god kept his word on eating something tonight. He wasted no time toying with you. He placed her right leg over his shoulder to give him a better angle. His expert tongue worked on teasing you while his thumb worked on your bundle of nerves. You arched your back and bit your lip trying to keep quiet. The servants would hear them and they would report back to Thor.

"I gave them the night off. I want to hear everything from those pretty lips of yours," he spoke as if he read your mind. His head was propped up between your thighs. His thumb still working your clit. He kissed your thigh once more before diving back into giving you pleasure.

"Loki," you breathed and bucked her hips. His strong hands grabbed your hips and forced them to stay still. The god always wanted control, especially during intimate moments. He loved to control the amount of pleasure that came to you. Your reactions told him you needed more or less. You whimpered once his mouth was removed from between your thighs.

"As much as I would love to taste you, I want to feel you around me even more,"

He slid a finger inside of you. Your back arched for him once more. He toyed with you before adding another finger and then another. Your moans echoed out the hallway. You didn't realize how much had been missing in the sex department with Clint.

"Now for the main course," he smiled and removed his clothing with ease. He was on his knees before you. Loki watched you closely. Your chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. A sheet of sweat covered your body. He had never seen you so worked up before and he loved it.

"Tell me what you want,"

"You," you replied hoarsely. Loki grabbed himself and rubbed his head against your slit.

"What do you want me to do to you?"

You growled in frustration. This was all a game to him. Always has been and always will be. He wanted to use this over your head.

"Please," you whimpered. It had been a while since you had this much pleasure.

"Tell me," he ordered.

"Fuck me, my king," you pleaded in defeat. He grabbed your leg once more placing it over his shoulder. He slipped the tip of himself in and stopped. He wanted to revel in this for as long as he could. He bucked his hips and soon you were wrapped around him. Loki brought his head back and moaned.

"You were always so tight. It is like you were made for me as I was for you," he told you. He filled you to the brim wanting to feel all of her around him. A series of moans and pants slipped out with each thrust.

"Loki, I'm so close," you admitted embarrassed at how much your body needed this.

"Cum for me, my pet. Don't be dismayed. There will be more for you tonight," he promised. Loki kissed the leg on his shoulder. A few more thrusts and she unraveled.

"LOKI!"

He moaned loudly feeling you clench around him. He continued his powerful thrusts on you never letting you come down from that high. The foolish mortal man left you wanting more and as king he was going to ensure his people were taken care of.

Moments later an unexpected visitor walked the hallways.

"Loki? Your name?" Thor's voice called out in the empty hallways. The palace was strangely quiet. He didn't see any sign of movement. No servants, no guards, and more importantly no Loki or your name. He heard a series of moans coming from his brother's room.

"Oh no," he rushed to his brother's bedroom door. Loud moans continued to slip out of the cracked door. He poked his head in and gaped at what he saw. Your name was on top of his brother. You rode him while the raven-haired god laid on the bed watching you. Loki turned his attention to the door upon seeing his brother.

Loki placed a single finger to his lips to show his brother to keep quiet. Thor closed the door quickly. He was going to tell Clint that previously injured woman was still recovering.

#fanfiction #imagine #smut #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki imagine #loki #loki odinson #loki of asgard #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki smut #thor #clint barton #the avengers

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sin-sidejob · 2 years

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Hi! If you don't mind taking requests, could you write headcanons for Brett Hand with a shy s/o that has crochet as their love language? Lol himbo lives in my head rent free and I'm always like "Hey I heard you offhandedly mention this is your favorite color, have a scarf I made"

No worries if you don't want to, thanks!

Brett Hand x GN!Reader:

Tethered

Warnings: SFW, GENDER NEUTRAL, canon aligned depictions and material, BRETTS SIX PACK MAKES AN APPEARANCE, brett cries but it’s happy, food mention once, about coffee that Brett’s pouring no actual consuming of food or drink

Contents: SO PAINFULLY SWEET YOURE GONNA NEED TO BOOK A DENTIST APPOINTMENT, istg it’s so cute and y’all two are fools, brett needs love and cries when he gets it

Author note: this is so precious as a concept and thank you for submitting this request I literally fell in love with the idea when I first read this ask. Muah — all the kisses for you

Brett had always been accustomed to giving more love than recieving it. From his siblings, his parents, childhood friends and fraternity brothers. Even coworkers. But working with Cognito Incorporated opened his heart a bit with how he got to receive love, true affection back.

The one who cracked that well-guarded heart was you.

He was not immediately enamored by you. Not so say he didn’t find you incredibly awesome and cool, someone he immediately befriended and got along with. Brett just hadn’t fallen in love with you immediately.

That’s not to say it didn’t take long for him to actually develop feelings, strong ones, that had him pining after you wistfully in a manner that irritated the fuck out of each and every member of the gang. Andre was this close to just throwing a bunch of illicit drug recipes together in attempts to create a love potion or something adjacent.

He was this close to being nothing but a literally lovesick puppy, trailing and tripping over your feet and eager to get any meagre amount of attention and affection from you. Brett would literally lie his head on your knee or lap while you worked at your desk if he could, and just beam up at you.

He’s sick in the head. The good kind. Lovesick.

Throughout all of this, he thinks you’re just oblivious to him or don’t really know him. Think of him as a stranger. The truth is quite the opposite, with you being incredibly interested and intrigued by the man. Finding him charming and sweet, complete package looks and personality wise. No one’s got a bad word to say about him.

That and he’s the type to lend you an umbrella when it’s pouring when he’s only got the one between the two of you. That’s because he did.

You had stayed late working on a report for your department that got lost in the shuffle and needed to be expedited, forgetting the time and hurrying out only to find the parking lot in a down pour. While mentally bracing to make a run for it, you catch Brett Hand extending his umbrella and offering it.

“You can have it! My car’s closer than yours is, makes sense that way.”

And you’re about to offer just sharing it and walking together but the man carries on, rambling about how you can even keep it if you want and he flushes before dashing out, drenching himself in a mad dash for his car truly not parked to far away. Sadly, rain still dealt harshly on his button down.

Luckily for you, you got a glimpse of his shirt when drenched, understanding the appeal of wet t-shirt contests immensely now that you fell into a stupor just looking at his chest.

He tucks into his car, seating himself in the drivers seat and buckling before taking a second to check his mirrors — he’s that great of a driver? Where did he come from, an L.L. Bean catalogue?— and starts the radio before turning back to glance at you, sitting underneath the lip of the building entrance and shrouded from the rain. He waves.

You wave back.

Brett doesn’t pull out of the parking lot and he gets confused looking at you standing there before you realize with one of those “oh shit I’m being stupid” moments that you need to go to your own car, go on home, and he’s waiting to make sure you get out okay. As you unfold the umbrella and lift it overhead and step out into the rain, you make a note of visiting the cloning department to ask about Brett and whether he’s real or not.

You lose yourself in thought but make it to your car, stepping into the drivers seat in a mirrored motion similar to Brett and do your routine, turning the car on and checking the mirrors and backseat, turning the radio on then pulling up navigation. And as you tuck the closed umbrella against the shotgun seat, you glance back and see Brett scrolling through his phone and glance up to catch your eye and he smiles, waves again cheerily.

Good lord he’s not real. Did Hallmark start back up their cloning company again? It’s not Christmas yet.

You put the car in drive, passing his in the parking lot as you pull out to the main road leading to the highway for your route home. You try not to think of him when you sing along to the radio when the lyrics of love songs catch your throat.

—

Brett sees you alone the next week, not catching an eyeful of you between the rainy day and now. He can’t take his eyes off you and he nearly overflows the coffee cup in his hand in the communal kitchen.

You look so lovely and he’s trying to figure out what you have done with your hair and then the next he knows you are already on your way and walking up to him.

“Hi Brett.”

“Hi!”

He’d shoot himself in the foot if he could.

You look amused at how his tone lifted in pitch when he saw you, bright smile unwavering and shift on your feet. “I wanted to thank you for the other day and wanted to make you something — and it’s completely fine if you don’t like it! I won’t be offended.” You’re lying through your teeth.

Brett flushes crimson, pretty pink on his tanned cheeks and tugs his lip between his teeth, smiling like a child and his eyes get wide with joy, thinking you at least have to like him somewhat to make him something.

“You didn’t have to do that! Going out of your way and everything, but I’m sure I’ll love it. I don’t know how there could be anything you could make that I wouldn’t love.”

While he’s berating himself for almost just confessing all his feelings, you’re trying to not let your heart unravel and pool at your feel like an upturned spool of twine.

You shift and remove your hands from behind your back, revealing a bundle of fabric in this lovely apricot shade. His favorite color — orange. It’s tied with a big bow, one of those wired ones from the craft store, something personal about it that has his tummy seizing and twirling at the same time. God he could cry.

He tunes back in, eyes glancing between the bundle of fabric in your palms and up to your lips that move, and he’s just entranced. Bewitched. Ensnared.

“- like to crochet sometimes, it’s fun and it keeps my hands busy and my mind empty. But I hope you like it, Gigi told me it was your favorite color and I wanted to repay you.”

“Can I hug you?”

“What?”

You quite nearly drop the scarf you made for him when you hear Brett speak and hold yourself back from screaming yes but just manage a nod and a somewhat timid smile, muttering a sure that makes both of your grins wider.

He smells like old spice and old fashioned cologne, like hand cream and coffee, feels like a dream and his arms wrap around you and you want to cling to them and beg him to never let go.

Instead you don’t, you hug him back, and say nothing about the tears that flick at the collar of your shirt’s neckline and how he tugs you so close. You just run a hand through his hair and hum, unworried about the scarf pressed between you and your worries for if you’d ever get to be close to him.

You already were, and with the strong arms wrapped around you, you felt tied and strung to him, utterly hooked. With his head on your shoulder and feeling his watery smile there against your pulse, you had no worries. No loose threads.

You just felt him.

#inside job #my inside job #personal inside job #brett hand headcanon #Brett Hand #Brett hand x reader #brett x reader #Brett Hand x gn!reader #x gn reader #x gn!reader #brett hand imagine

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callsignspark · 7 months

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Mar[r]y Me - part 8.5

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, discussions of body image, conversations on what it’s like to be a fat woman trying to date in today’s society, extreme fluff, warnings to be added as needed

word count: 2.3k

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note: happy Friday! this is a short but sweet one! see here for my soft-tober announcement and here for a quick update on what's happening in the month of October! have a great weekend!

part 8.5 - McDonald's apple pie

“Don’t get any ideas.”

“I’d never dream of it!”

Mary snuggles deeper into the couch as Pierce Brosnan - her favorite James Bond - races through the streets of Ho Chi Minh City on a motorcycle with Michelle Yeoh handcuffed to his wrist. Her chest hurts; tight from an overwhelming urge to cry and a tiredness she can’t quite shake no matter how much she’s been sleeping lately.

The day had been spent with Danielle and the kids, and it had been fun. They had gone to the beach and gotten Thai food for dinner, the adults devouring pad thai while Annabeth watched Frozen again. It was nice; she loved her family, but she missed Bradley.

More than she thought she would.

They didn’t get a chance to properly say goodbye. He had received a hug and the same “be safe, see you in two months” as everyone else. There wasn’t a spare second to sneak away and kiss him goodbye; there was always someone near them the entire time.

All she could do was slip a good luck note into the palm of his hand and hug him for an extra second longer than anyone else. It was hardly anything, but he still gave her a big smile and a sneaky forehead kiss, whispering that his peanut butter bites were safely stored at the bottom of his pack.

For the millionth time since she sat with Mav in her office and they watched the carrier steam away, Mary wonders where Bradley is. Thanks to her security clearance, she knows he's floating somewhere in the Pacific, but nothing more.

Maybe he’ll come back with an even deeper tan.

Somehow, Bradley is always sort of tan, even in January. Yes, they live in California, where it’s beach weather year-round, but it’s like he was born with a built-in base layer of golden skin.

Bond is just about to magically escape from another precarious situation he’s gotten himself into when the doorbell rings. Mary peeks over the top of the couch, trying to figure out who could be at her front door. Her family is in New York, Slider went back to Pensacola last week, and the majority of people she knows in California are also in the middle of the ocean with Bradley.

The bell rings again, whoever it is knocking this time. She sighs - they’re not going away - and frees herself from her perfectly crafted blanket burrito, a poor substitution for the pair of strong arms she’s missing.

Carefully peeking through the side window, she’s surprised to find Flora standing there and quickly opens the door, a blur of red and pink taking over her vision.

“Happy birthday!” Flora yells, shoving an enormous floral arrangement in her face.

“Than- thank you?”

Mary tentatively grabs the vase, taken off guard, as Flora walks in and slips her clogs off. Dropping her huge L.L. Bean tote bag on the dining room table, Flora laughs at how Mary is frozen at the front door, flowers hiding her torso but not her confused face.

“Here, give me those, and you open this.” Flora pulls a box out of her Mary Poppins-sized bag and takes the vase back. She carefully places the arrangement on the island, fiddling with the stems so they look perfect.

“What is happening?”

“Well, your boyfriend came into my shop about three weeks ago and asked me if I would do him a favor. He was so sweet and pathetic; I couldn’t help but say yes.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Funny.” Flora hums, eyebrow arching in disbelief. “I didn’t say a name, but you knew who I was talking about.”

Mary flushes, the tips of her ears on fire as she tries to stutter out an excuse.

“It’s okay, Mary.” Flora takes pity on her. “I know it’s complicated, but let’s face it, that man would do anything for you. Which is why I’m here, on a Sunday night, with gifts.”

“Gifts?” Mary echoes. “Plural?”

“Mmhm. First up, a floral arrangement full of warm tones because “red is her favorite color, but all red would probably be overbearing” - which is a direct quote.”

“They’re beautiful, Flora.”

“He did a good job, and he deserves a reward for understanding that flowers are expensive and you can’t cheap out if you want a nice, big bouquet. Next is the box.” She slides the brown box across the table, fluffing the ribbon curls on top. “I have no idea what’s in that one.”

Mary carefully opens the ribbons tied around the box, her throat tightening when she takes the lid off. At the top is a notecard with Bradley’s handwriting.

She pulls the sweater out of the box, and her eyes start to water as she holds it up for Flora to see. It’s a light yellow, almost the same shade as the stick of butter softening on her counter, practically identical to the one sitting in her closet, a red stain still covering the front. The material is so soft she can’t help but press her face into it, tears escaping as Bradley’s cologne washes over her.

Fuck. I miss him so much.

This was anticipated; she knows how sad Dani can get during Reuben’s deployments. Knows how sad she would get when her best friend was gone for months. It’s only been two weeks, but it’s the longest they’ve gone without seeing each other. Even during the rough patch in January, they still got glimpses of each other at work. The worst part is not knowing how he’s doing. If he’s okay. She assumes he is; Mav hadn’t mentioned anything, and she’s pretty sure he would tell her.

It would be the only way she would find out. Mary isn’t naïve enough to believe that she would be a first-tier point of contact if he got hurt. They haven’t even gone on a date yet, and the only time they kissed was that day in her office.

She’s pulled out of the impending spiral by a gentle hand rubbing her shoulders, which she didn’t realize were shaking. She lets herself be comforted by Flora, the older woman pulling her into a hug, uncaring about the tears staining her shirt.

“Sorry.” Mary sniffles, pulling back after a minute to wipe her eyes. “I just really miss him, more than I thought I would.”

“It’s okay, I get it.”

“That’s right. I forgot about Jake.”

She realizes she said something wrong by the way Flora’s hand goes stiff on her back.

“Jake and I are not together.”

“Oh. He just- when we were talking, he kinda implied that the two of you were sort of seeing each other.”

“We’ve fucked a few times, we're not together.”

Mary blinks at her. Jake had never said anything about sex; he was lamenting that Flora didn’t want to see a movie he was excited about. Sad that the florist wouldn’t join him.

“Jake, I mean, I don’t know Flora very well, but I gotta say she doesn’t really seem like a zombie apocalypse kinda girl.” Mary gently soothed, trying to give equal attention to her email inbox and the mopey Texan. “Why don’t you find a movie you’ll both like?”

“I tried! She doesn’t want to go to the movies at all. I know she’s busy - like she runs a whole ass business all by herself - but it’s like she doesn’t even care that we’re gonna be gone for two months!”

“Did you tell her that you want to spend time together before you leave?”

“No. We’re just- that’s not-” Jake sighs, cut off by Mary’s phone.

They had never finished their conversation; Jake had a hop and Mary a meeting, and a few days later, he was shipping out alongside Bradley.

“Okay. I’m sorry, he didn’t mention that, so I must have misunderstood.”

“You probably didn’t.” Flora rolls her eyes. “Jake likes to talk like we’re together, but I’ve told him several times a relationship is not what I’m looking for from him.”

“Can I ask why?” She quickly backtracks when the other woman’s face scrunches up. “Oh my god, you absolutely don’t have to say anything. I wasn’t trying to push.”

“No, you’re fine. Jake is a great guy. He’s smart and funny and handsome, but we want different things in life. Things that can’t be compromised on and that I won’t ever change my mind about. So there’s really no reason for us to try anything serious. I told him that before they deployed, but I’m officially breaking it off when they’re back because I’m not sure he got the hint.”

“That makes sense; that’s probably the best way to go about it.” She nods, impressed by how strong Flora is in her conviction and a bit sad at the same time. Those two would be great.

“Sucks, though. He’s incredible in bed.”

Mary lets out a bark of laughter at the complete 180 in conversation. “That surprises me and doesn’t surprise me all at the same time.”

“It’s that atrocious arrogance of his, isn’t it?”

“Yes! An ego like that means a man is either totally overcompensating, or he knows he’s good, and he’s got the moves to prove it.”

“Oh, he’s got the moves. Believe me.” They laugh at the eyebrow wiggle that accompanies Flora’s words.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta know. That ridiculous Texas accent he pulls out when he’s trying to charm someone-”

“-does he use it in bed? More frequently than you would imagine.”

“Okay… but, like, does it do it for you?”

“I plead the Fifth,” Flora says as she furiously nods.

“Stop! Wait! And the cowboy hat?”

She laughs harder, tears in her eyes as she gasps, “Both of us!”

“You’ve both worn it?!”

Flora’s confirmation makes them both howl with laughter, Mary bending over and holding onto the table for support. It takes a few minutes for them to calm down, wiping tears away as they catch their breath.

“Well, that’s got to be the least shocking thing I’ve learned about Jake.”

It makes them both start giggling again; the blonde man’s affinity for his home state is well-known, frequently coming up in conversation.

“I should get going. I have to be up early to set up for a funeral. But I have one more thing for you, well, two things.” Flora dips back into her bag, pulling out a brown paper bag and a square envelope. “From Bradley.”

“McDonald’s?”

“Well, he requested I get you an apple pie - it had to be an apple pie - from Sift, but by the time I got there this afternoon, all their pies were gone. So I improvised, and thankfully, Mickey D’s had just done a fresh batch.”

“Apple pie is my favorite.” Mary quietly says, peeking into the bag and seeing five pie boxes. “Thank you for doing this, Flora.”

“It’s no problem. Bradley was so cute when he came in; I couldn’t help but agree. It’s sweet how much he cares about you.”

“I’m starting to understand how much he really does.” A content feeling settles in her chest, warming her up from the cold sadness that was taking over earlier.

Only 60 more days until Bradley is home.

“You’ll probably want to warm those up before you eat them,” Flora says, slipping her shoes back on, getting ready to leave.

“Hey, we're having a girls' night and putting together care packages for the Daggers next week. You should come, you can help with Nat’s box. Plus, it’s great to have extra hands to help put them together.”

“That sounds fun; I’d love to join you guys.” She opens the door and hesitates for a second, turning back to Mary. “No one knows about me and Jake hooking up. I didn’t tell Nat because she wouldn’t understand, and I don’t think he’s told anyone either. I’d like to keep it that way.”

“No problem. I’m always here to talk if you want some fairly neutral input.”

“Fairly neutral?”

She shrugs. “I know he can be an idiot, but Jake is a good guy, and he’s also my friend, so I can’t be completely unbiased about him. Fairly neutral is the best I can offer.”

“Fair enough.” Flora smiles at her, yelling back as she walks down the steps. “We should grab dinner sometime! Have a good night!”

“Night!” Mary waves, happier than she’s been since the beginning of the month.

She locks the door after making sure Flora gets into her car safely, promising herself that she’ll reach out to friends more. No more moping around, being sad that Bradley is gone.

I’ve got to learn how to deal with this if we’re going to date. It’s not like he’s going to leave the Navy; he’s going to be gone.

Snapping photos of her presents, she starts mentally composing the thank you email she’s going to send to Bradley. The Lincoln is on a communications blackout for the first three weeks of the cruise, but she’s been sending him little updates. Letting him know when she’s thinking of him, hoping she isn’t filling up his inbox too much.

She plops back into her favorite corner of the couch, stretching out on the chaise that makes her get a little hot under the collar every time she sits on it.

“Let’s read this card.” She mumbles to herself around a bite of pie as Bond saves the world and gets the girl.

A photo flutters out of the envelope as she pulls the card out, and she loses her breath when she flips it over. It’s the two of them on Valentine’s Day. When she made him pancakes, the photo he said he was going to tape up in his bunk.

A promise he followed through on, his last text showing off his rack. Corners of the blue blanket neatly tucked in, and the photo of the two of them taped on the wall right next to his pillow. Mary looks at the photo he printed for her, smiling at the happiness radiating from both of them. The corners of their eyes crinkled, and her dimple popping out; she still can’t quite believe that Bradley Bradshaw wants her, of all people.

Then she reads the card, and her insecurities quiet down for the night.

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It's easy to forget because how Ash is so... Himself (i mean, he's not quite cold per say, but he is very reserved about his true feelings most of the time) but sometimes he expresses his love very straightforwardly and it's just

#💟.txt #love tag #*ash #thinking of him just seriously telling L.L. i love you and being losing it #bc right after the ending of s2 l.l. plan was to leave bc what was for them to do there anymore? the evil was defeated and they had no -#- lover left bc both Ruby and Chet died and Ash was with Linda now #Ash did insist it was nothing serious and that even if it was it was fine because she wouldn't find out but L.L. still wanted to leave #there was some foolin around snd some talking but after everything else had just failed to make them change their mind ash had go pull out-#- the big guns: being open about his true feelings for once 💀#so he told them that 1) he would really miss them if they leave again and 2) that he loves them #and L.L. was so shocked by this out of nowhere confession they didn't believe it at first #because they have said ily to each other more than once but this time Ash was deadpan serious and even a little sad #so the weight such words carried were so immense it got L.L. tearing up a little JSHDJDBBD 🥺🥺#this wasnt even ash bein manipulative btw this was him being honest and l.l. being down too bad for this loser sjhfnfbgn 💀💀

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bassettmemes · 7 months

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YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME. XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL. ↳ a collection of sentences from the Gossip Girl (2007) series.

"I'm not a stop along the way. I'm a destination."

“Three words. Eight letters. Say it and I’m yours.”

“If you’re going to be sad, you might as well be sad in Paris.”

“Once men have tasted caviar, it baffles me how they settle for catfish.”

“Whoever said money doesn’t buy happiness didn’t know where to shop.”

“We’re sisters. You’re my family. What is you is me. There’s nothing you could ever say that would make me let go.”

“You can’t make people love you, but you can make them fear you.”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m the crazy bitch around here.”

“Here’s my advice. Have a little faith, and if that doesn’t work, have a lot of mimosas.”

“Don’t go all Notebook on me. Not now. I need you.”

“I have an idea for you: quit. Your boss is a bitch. Let’s go to lunch.”

“Destiny is for losers. It’s just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen.”

“We’re not servants to our emotions. We can control them, suppress them, stomp them out like bugs.”

“You need to be cold to be a queen.”

“Don’t let people tell you who you are. You tell them.”

“I didn’t come back for you.”

“I’ll just stay home, eat lots of gelato, and write about how true love is nothing but a myth.”

“I’d ask you how you are, but I don’t really care.”

“You know my mom: If it’s not broke, break it.”

“There’s something vibrating in your pocket, and I really hope it’s your phone.”

“I hate that stupid headband.”

“I remember everything you’ve read to me. In case you haven’t noticed I don’t really let go of things so easily.”

“I like the way I feel when he looks at me. Like I wanna believe in myself.”

“Earn the spotlight on your own merits. You’ll feel better.”

“Even if it’s the biggest kamikaze disaster of my life, it’s my disaster.”

“You are no one until you’re talked about.”

“When Prince Charming found Cinderella’s slipper, they didn’t accuse him of having a foot fetish.”

“I don’t read Gossip Girl. That’s for chicks.”

“So, actually, I’ll be living out my nightmare. Trapped in the city with only you to talk to.”

“She doesn’t know me. Nobody knows me. It’s cool. It’s fine.”

“Yeah, well, your fashion emergency was solved so I figured my work was done.”

“You can’t fight against who you are.”

“You gonna strangle him with your scarf?”

“You don’t just give up because things are hard.”

“You know it’s love when you start talking like an assassin.”

“I just want to be the person you can bring anything to.”

“Affairs with married people, threesomes — it just so happens everyone’s problems are within my area of expertise.”

“I just don’t get it. I organized everything the way she likes it. I mean, I even made sure my bowtie matched her dress.”

“Listen, there’s nothing wrong with keeping your options open. I don’t think your parents are going to be mad at you for choosing your own path. Unless… they’re related to my parents.”

“Some might call this a fustercluck. But on the Upper East Side, we call it Sunday afternoon.”

“There’s a weak link in every chain, and it’s just a matter of time before this one snaps.”

“One thing about being on the top of the world? It gives you a long, long way to fall.”

“So we should just be anonymous losers who eat lunch alone and never get invited to parties?”

“Well, keep dreaming. Maybe one day she’ll actually know your name.”

“The sound of your own voice annoying you?”

“Even you should know that jealousy clashes with L.L. Bean pants!”

“I came to tell you in person. You win.”

“The only human contact that you don’t pay for is the people in this house.”

“That’s not fair. Everyone’s topless on Valentino’s yacht.”

“You know you really put yourself on the radar tonight. Better not make that mistake again or you’ll pay for real.”

“Don’t look now, but those are the JV mean girls.”

“He gave six girls from Nightingale gonorrhea of the throat last year.”

“I wouldn’t have had to do it if it weren’t for your smear campaign against me.”

“If we wanted to have sex, we’d just go to a hotel.”

“You’ve come to my rescue enough times, let me help you for once.”

“I don’t need a guy to make me feel fulfilled, especially when he’s unavailable.”

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"Butch Code Limitations Feminism came to my rescue. I enrolled at UCLA for my junior year, which meant moving across town, leaving Pico, and leaving my buddies who worked for Pacific Telephone by day and drank by night. But my wardrobe of ties was now complete and I'd managed, with some Ivy League suspenders and a host of L.L. Bean blazers, to set my own butch style. I was working full-time in Watts and was finally within sight of my degree in social work. My career plans were clear. Like Cesar Chavez, I was going to save the ghetto. All I needed was a new bar and a new girl.

I found the former quickly enough by joining the softball team at the 7th Circle, a seedy little dive that despite its reputation as a "reds" (we're not talking politics) bar became my weekend home. Home was completed the night I met Gayle there and took her to my one-bedroom in the Fairfax district (later to become West Hollywood).

Doing the swagger thing at the Circle, I protected Gayle from unwaranted advances, threw a few punches to establish my territory, and refined the codes of Butch 301: honor your dyke buddies, it instructed, don't make it with a buddy's girl and expect to keep her friendship. Don't flaunt your one-night stands in your girlfriend's face -- make sure your friends don't either. Don't trust ki-kis (switch-hitters who flip-flopped from butch to femme depending on who they were trying to make). And above all, never let on if you find yourself sexually attracted to another butch.

The butch code was obviously a limited worldview. I grew bored. I didn't need a twelve-step program to see the ravages of alchol on the faces of my sage butch mentors. i didn't then agree with my generation about marching in the streets against our country's war (I'd spend the sixties in the cloister and in Pico; I didn't even know where Vietnam was). I had no political consciousness, but I was frustrated pissed off. I wanted being queer to mean more than spending my life in a bar.

On October 3, 1970 I walked into my first homosexual meeting. I hadn't heard about Stonewall, but I knew I was in the right place. A stone butch name Carole sat at the head table, and the whole room buzzed with talk about "religion and the homophile." Six months later, I succeeded and Carole as president of the Los Angeles chapter of the Daughters of Bilitis and opened the first center in the city. History had surged forward. By that time we talked about "gay rights."

One day I found a leaflet crammed in the mailbox of our DOB Center. It was from another organized group of gay girls, the Lesbian-Feminists. I'd heard about them through the dyke grapevine. No one knew what their name meant, they were reported to be "weirdos," and they were known to hang out at a center for women. This sounded ominous, but the leaflet gave an address and said, "All women welcome." I decided queer unity must prevail; I would visit their territory.

Feminism and the Butch Closet It was not love at first sight. Listening to my "sisters" that first night was one of the most disorienting experiences of my life. These women forbade use of the word girl. No one flirted with anyone. No one even asked my name, much less noticed my new wing tips. The Lesbian-Feminists did nothing but talk for five hours. And they weren't even discussing an outing or anything tangible. They were spouting some convoluted religious. It had to be religious, because they were all intensely righteous. I thought I knew about the religions of the world, but this was a new one. Apparently it was also very ancient, because one of them proclaimed their "matriarchy" was as "old as history itself."

By midnight I was convinced I'd received the wrong information. These girls weren't lesbians. There were no butches. Many of them looked vaguely feminine, in the hippie style of the day. A clunky sandal seemed to be their shoe of choice, but none of them wore makeup. I knew no bona fide femme would go out in public without makeup or heels.

Concluding that they were some kind of crackpot sect, I rose to leave. As I stomped across the wood floor, enjoying how the chains on my boots clanged through their meanderings, the one called "Radical Rita Right On" shouted at me, "What kind of lesbian are you?"

-“Butches, Lies, and Feminism" by Jeanne Cordova, The Persistent Desire, (edited by Joan Nestle) (1992)

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I just recently came across your blog but I love it so much!! I’ve always wanted to write and have always had a passion for it. One of my bucket list items is to write a novel. Do you have any suggestions on how to come up with story ideas? I feel like I have a few ideas but they’re more suited for short stories than novels

Tackling "Bucket List" Item of Writing a Novel

Introduction to NaNoWriMo/Coming Up with Ideas

Actually, you've picked a great time to tackle this bucket list item, but we'll get more into that in a moment...

September: If you have ideas that would work for short stories, use the rest of this month to start writing them. They don't have to be perfect (or even good)... the point is to try, because good writing takes practice, and practice means bad writing leads to good writing. You can also start Filling Your Creative Well which will help make your mind a fertile ground for new ideas. You can also do writing prompts (you can find them here on Tumblr, via Google, or in creative writing prompt books.) And, read some books--or at least start reading book blurbs in genres you're interested in.

October: Happy Preptober!!! Now is the time to start gathering up ideas for your novel. You may also want to familiarize yourself with some basics like Literary Fiction vs Genre Fiction, Plot Driven vs Character Driven Stories, and Understanding Goals and Conflict. My posts Guide: How to Turn Ideas into a Story, Guide: Starting a New (Long Fiction) Story, and How to Move a Story Forward might also be helpful. You might also do a Google search for "Preptober Workbook" as many writers and writing coaches offer free or low cost workbooks that will help you develop your ideas into a novel. And why are we doing this in October???

November: Time to write your novel! Happy NaNoWriMo!!! NaNoWriMo (short for National Novel Writing Month) is a 24-year-old writing initiative that challenges people to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days or less. Although NaNoWriMo is just about getting a story down on paper (it doesn't have to be stellar), many popular and successful novels were drafted during NaNoWriMo, including Erin Morgenstern's The Night Circus, Rainbow Rowell's Fangirl, Sara Gruen's Water for Elephants, Marissa Meyer's Cinder, and L.L. McKinney's A Blade So Black. NaNoWriMo is completely free and has a great web site where you can track your progress, and forums where you can chat with other participants. While there's no reward for "winning," there are usually a lot of great offers from sponsors, such as huge discounts on writing programs like Scrivener, so it's worth participating and trying to reach your goal.

You can learn more on the NaNoWriMo . org web site, and in my previous posts about NaNoWriMo:

NaNoWriMo: Picking an Idea Staying Pumped Until NaNoWriMoNaNoWriMo: Necessities for PlannersPacing Yourself During NaNoWriMo

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