#Marvel-Track-pants

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

I think we need more true form sukuna and chubby concubine 😌😌😌😌😍😌😌😌😌

CW: chubby fem reader, true form Sukuna (two cocks), smut, blowjob, reader can take Sukuna's full cock in their mouth, reader has hair that is grab-able, face fucking, mentions of vaginal and anal penetration, lots of cum, nicknames (pet, minx)

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He's not sure when you first joined his harem—he doesn't keep track of trivial things like that—but he definitely remembers your first night with him.

You were drapped in fine silk fabric, hair down, rouge on your lips and cheeks. You looked like a doll as you walked toward him, and all he could think about was how he wanted to ruin you just like all the others.

You undressed, as you were told by your handler, and got down on your knees before him. He knows you were trained to wait for his orders, but he's in a cruel mood tonight and decides to make you wait, hoping to see you squirm.

You don't though. You just sit there quietly, spacing out, in your own little world as he stares down at you. He frowns, snapping his fingers to get your attention.

"Come closer."

You do as you're told, crawling closer to him, slotting yourself between his spread legs. He pulls down his pants, his two cocks bouncing out, barely hard and yet already intimidating.

"Worship me," he demands. You don't hesitate.

You're already sitting up, leaning in, grabbing a cock in each hand. Your chubby hands looked so small in comparison. You stroked each one up and down, alternating how your hands moved, gently pinching the thick tips. You moved closer, lips gently pressing against the head of one cock, your thumb rubbing the slit of the other. A sweet moan rumbled through you, vibrating against his tip, making him harden completely.

You pulled back, a red lipstick mark left behind, and the king of curses felt himself leak onto your fingers. You willingly licked it up, placing another kiss on his shaft before moving to the other, leaving behind lip marks in your wake.

"You call this worship? I've seen humans worship their nonexistent Gods better than this."

"How would you like me to worship you, my lord?" Oh, your voice was honey sweet. He wanted to hear you cry out his name to the heavens.

"Take me in your mouth," he commanded, grabbing his lower cock and directing the tip toward your mouth, smearing the head against your lips. "Show me how much you want me, need me."

You complied, loosening your jaw and taking the head into your mouth. Your tongue twirled around the tip of his cock, sliding along the thick vein on the underside. You inched forward, taking in more, breathing deep through your nose to relax your throat. You reached halfway before you paused, pulling back to slurp at the head before taking him back in, going further. In fact, you were taking more of him than any other concubine before you had. How were you able to swallow so much of him?

Sukuna drew in a slow breath, eyes growing hazy as he stared down at you. One of his hands reached down to toy with your hair, marveling at it's texture, so unique compared to the others. Where did they find you again? Living near the mountains with goats? In the last village his followers pillaged?

He was pulled from his thoughts when you suddenly reached the base of his cock. You paused there, your throat constricting around him, your chubby cheeks hollowed out. You gazed up at him, those doe eyes sending a wave of heat to his belly. His second cock throbbed against your face, precum leaking onto your forehead. You hummed, nuzzling into his cock before pulling back, diving forward again and engulfing his dick. He couldn't hold back the groan building in his chest, his four eyes glazed over as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, his second member rubbing against your face with each movement. The friction was delightful, making him throb, making him ache. You just started and yet you were making him tremble as if you'd been edging him for hours.

You started going faster, taking him in again and again, drool pooling around your lips. Your lipstick kept leaving stains behind, a red circle forming at the base of his cock.

He grabbed your hair, pulling you up from his cock so only the tip was inside your mouth. He kept you there for a moment, watching your eyes gaze up at him before he pushed you down on his cock, making you take him to the hilt. He pulled you up and pushed you down over and over, using you like a toy for his own pleasure. His cock continuously filled your throat as he fucked your face, stretching you out, making it hard to breathe. The constriction of your esophagus felt heavenly around him, dragging him to his peak whether he wanted you to or not.

"Fuuuck, that's it. Take it, take it, take it—"

Your mouth felt so fucking good, so warm and wet, taking everything he gave you. He thinks he might actually be satisfied with a concubine for once. He'd never had someone take his cock like you did, never had his cock sucked on fully. He wondered what your pussy would be like. Would you be able to take all of him? What about your ass? The thought alone made him burn up, one cock traveling down your throat as the other ground against your soft, plump face.

It wasn't long before he felt that familiar build up of pressure, his abs and thighs tensing as he reached his climax. He pushed you down on his cock completely when he came, spilling his seed down your throat as well as onto your head. His warm cum slid down your hair and forehead, getting in your eyes, dripping down your cheeks. He pulled you off once he was empty, examining the damage he had done. Your entire face was covered in his sticky cum; any cum you didn't swallow was dribbling from your mouth and down your chin. Sukuna chuckled at the sight, taking two hands and wiping your face clean. Once he had removed most of his seed, he brought his hands before your mouth. You took the hint, licking up everything on his fingers and palms.

"Mm, what a good little pet you are," he hummed, petting your head like a dog. You licked the leftover cum off of your lips, waiting for his next command.

He kept a hand on your head as he leaned down, reaching between your legs. He peeled your pussy lips apart, dipping a finger inbetween your folds.

"My, my... look at how wet you are. All this because of sucking my cock? Naughty little minx."

He pulled his hand away, licking up your slick from his fingertips, moaning low. You tasted good.

"What now, my little pet? You know I'm not fully satisfied, so how will you please me?"

You tensed, standing up to your full height, still paling in comparison to him. You turned and walked toward the bed in the middle of the room, crawling over it on your hands and knees. You leaned forward, reaching behind you and pulling your ass cheeks apart, presenting for him. He could see how slick you were, could practically smell you from there.

"Well, that's certainly a good start."

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#ask #smut #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #chubby reader #chubby fem reader #☀️ asks #concubine au

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

gp beefy natasha fucking powerbottom reader in her suit (nat calls reader mommy)

Authors note: Hi anon! Sorry it took me so long to get to this! Hope you enjoy what I came up with! (Also I took it to mean you wanted Nat in her suit during this and not R in a mission suit. Hope that is indeed what you meant)

PS: I pictures Nat in her Endgame suit for this because there’s just something about how it looks that has me 😵‍💫

Word count: 1940 Nat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

 Natasha groans as she closes her apartment door, exhaustion from the mission seeping into her bones and sore muscles. She takes a few steps further into the apartment, trying to be as quiet as possible until she can determine if you were asleep already or not. Once she sees the glow of the bedroom light flowing down the hallway from around the slightly ajar door she allows herself to come out of stealth mode.

   She smiles as she walks down the hallway, thinking about how she’ll probably find you curled up with a book. She can’t wait to greet you, get out of her gear and crawl into bed with you. She loves being able to cuddle up with you at night, especially after she returns from a mission. She eagerly pushes the door open, looking directly towards the bed but when she sees you she freezes in her tracks. 

   Her eyes widen as she takes in your naked form, splayed out on the bed for her to enjoy. Her eyes linger on your breasts before traveling down to your cunt and she can already feel the effect seeing you like this is having on her. Her suit is quickly becoming uncomfortably tight and she shifts on her feet to try to alleviate the discomfort.

   You let your eyes skim over her suit clad body, admiring the way the fabric wraps around her toned biceps and thighs. Her surprised expression amuses you and you smirk as you see the growing bulge between her legs. You love having such an effect on her.

   “Hi baby” 

   “H-hi” she stutters, her eyes tracking your tongue as it darts out to lick your lips 

   “Aren’t you gonna come here so I can give you a kiss?” you ask, faux pouting at her

   She dumbly nods and quickly makes her way over to the edge of the bed. You sit up to be more her level and gently loop your arms around her neck. Her knees press against the mattress as you pull her closer and she steadies herself by grabbing ahold of your waist. You allow her to press her lips against yours in a hungry kiss, but you quickly take control by pushing your tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. She moans softly and easily melts into your embrace as you keep her close. 

   A few minutes into your heavy make out session you notice her eyes are squeezed shut as she thoughtlessly begins humping the air between the two of you, a clear sign she's beginning to become desperate for you. You let your hands trail across the abdomen of her suit before going even lower, making her whimper and buck into you.

   You pull away from her lips, chuckling as she pants lightly, “Did you like my surprise baby?”

   “Yes” she answers without thinking, causing you to tighten your hold on her large bulge, effectively making her squirm

   “Yes what?”

   She sucks in a strained breath, “Yes, Mommy”

   “Good girl” you praise, cupping her cheek with your free hand. You smile at the adorable way she leans into your touch, “Come here Natalia”

   She eagerly listens and crawls onto your lap, straddling you as your hands make their way to her collarbone to pull on her zipper. You slowly pull it down, teasing her further by letting your fingertips ghost across her taut abdomen. A shiver runs through her at the action and you glance up to find her bottom lip firmly in the grip of her teeth.

  Finally you reach her crotch, and as you pull the zipper past her bulge her boxers tent out of the now open suit. She lets out a breath of relief as she's now free from the pressure of her skintight suit and you shamelessly palm her still clothed cock, causing a low moan to leave her. She looks down and notices a small damp spot on the fabric, causing her cheeks to flush at the realization that she's already worked up enough to be leaking precum. Of course you notice this too.

  “Mmm, my baby really must've liked seeing me ready for her” you tease, gently brushing your one thumb over her sensitive tip as your other hand pulls her boxers down. She whimpers at the sensation and her cock throbs as you grip its base. You begin to stroke her length, causing yet another moan to leave her as she throws her head back in pleasure.

   “Mommy, please. I need….need more” she begs, rocking her hips in time with your hands movements. You don’t hesitate to lower your head, eagerly tracing along her prominent vein with your tongue before kissing her bright pink tip, successfully picking up her flavor

  “You taste so good baby” you admit, glancing up to lock eyes with her before finally taking her in your mouth and she gasps at the feeling

  You begin to bob your head up and down, making sure to take as much of her as possible despite her size and your hands hold her thighs firmly to keep her from thrusting up into you and she whines at not being able to chase her release. You quickly make up for this though, taking her until she's deep in your throat and your lips are against her pelvis

   “Oh fuck!” she exclaims, desperately clutching at the bedsheets beside her, “Feels so good…please don’t stop”

  The way you look with her in your mouth, throat bulging slightly as you take her large cock drives her crazy and the sounds you make have her nearly tearing the sheets in her grip. You can tell how close she is already by the way the muscles in her thighs and abs constrict, and you want nothing more than to swallow all she has to offer. You swirl your tongue around her, quickly bringing a hand to squeeze her balls and that's all it takes to have her completely at your mercy.

   “Ah! ‘M gonna cum! Please….please can I cum?” You do your best to nod and she thankfully gets the idea, letting herself explode in your mouth with a shout, “Mommy!”

   You moan as her cum fills your mouth and you greedily swallow all of it before letting her still hard cock go with a ‘pop’, “That's my good girl”

   Her eyes practically roll back at your praise, and she whimpers when she feels your hand caress her still full balls. She quickly grabs your wrists, looking at you with her big puppy dog eyes in an attempt to show you that she doesn’t want this to be about her anymore. She's desperate to make you feel as good as you just made her feel, and desperate to bury herself inside you.

   “Words Natalia” you command, “Use them”

   “Can I please fuck you Mommy?” she softly begs, “Please just let me be inside you”

   Her words cause her face to turn nearly as red as her hair and you can't help but chuckle at how her cock is already throbbing at only the mere mention of pleasuring you. You ignore her, continuing to fondle her balls as your other hand moves up to play with one of her breasts. She moans and leans into your touch, but she's still determined.

   “Please Mommy, let me fuck you please. I'll be such a good girl for you. Make you feel so good.” she whines, her eyes glued to your dripping pussy as she chews on her lower lip in hopeful anticipation

   “Yeah?” you teasingly ask still groping her, “You wanna feel my pussy clench around that big cock of yours while you fuck Mommy just like she taught you?”

   She eagerly nods, “Yes, please Mommy. I’ll fuck you so good, I promise”

   And at this point a few tears are building in her eyes at how incredibly hard she now is and you take pity on her, “Go ahead then baby, make Mommy feel good”

   She wastes no time, quickly moving to her bedside table to grab her bright red collar from the bottom drawer. She eagerly hands it to you and you smile as you put it on her. You then yank on the attached O ring to bring her into a heated kiss. She whimpers and her hands fumble to line herself up with your soaked cunt. 

   Despite her eagerness to bury herself inside you she eases her shaft to slide against your lips, lubing her up appropriately before pressing her tip against you. Her eyes meet yours as she lets out a shaky breath and you nod, letting her know you were ready for her and she gently pushes her hips forward until she bottoms out.

   “Ooh fuck” you breathe out, feeling the delicious way her cock stretches you open, “You fill me up so good Natalia”

   She whimpers at the praise and her hips stutter slightly, she desperately wants nothing more than to furiously pound into you, but she knows better than to do that without your permission, “Feels so good Mommy. So warm and wet around me, please can I move?”

   Her cock twitches inside you and you smirk, “Go ahead baby”

   She pulls her hips back before slamming them forward once more, the action pulls a moan from each of you and your nails dig into the fabric of her suit on her shoulders. She pounds into you relentlessly, moaning and whimpering as she's overcome with pleasure and her hands greedily grope your chest.

   “Fuck baby, just like that. Doing so good for me” You fingers wrap around her collar again to keep her close, and you connect your lips to hers again

   The kiss quickly becomes even more heated as her pace quickens. Your free hand moves up to her breast and you pinch one of her nipples between your fingers. The action sends a jolt of pleasure through her and she moans into your mouth. You take the opportunity to slip your tongue inside her mouth and she gently sucks on it, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as your walls tighten around her cock.

   She's so unbelievably close, but she can't cum without permission nor does she want to unless you're cumming too. She rests her forehead against yours as one of her hands moves to between your legs, and her slender fingers quickly circle your clit. Your hips buck, meeting each of her thrusts and you break the kiss with a moan that almost sends Nat over the edge then and there, which is something you can tell by the way all her muscles tighten. So you let go of her collar and tap her ass with your hand, an indication that you need her to pull out.

   She whines at the action, and the sound paired with her behavior of late has you changing your mind and you re-grab her collar, “You wanna fill me up Natalia?”

   She nods, “Yes, please let me cum inside you, please”

   “Go ahead then baby” you purr, your hand rubbing away the crease between her brows, “Breed me like I know you want to, fill Mommy to the brim”

   That’s all it takes for her and with one more powerful thrust she's spilling her seed inside you with a moan. She practically collapses on top of you, her chest heaving as her suit sticks to her sweat covered body and you lovingly run your fingers through her hair as she still slowly moves inside you

   “Such a good girl Natalia” you praise, kissing her forehead, “Now fill me up again to make sure you've gotten me pregnant.” 

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[bowlofsoob]

O5 thank you next — go ahead and log out for me

SOOBIN’S POV

notes; all of soobin’s accounts are yn and all of yns accounts are soobin until the end of their birthday

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In the early glow of the morning, Soobin, now inhabiting his soulmate’s body, sat nervously in the passenger seat of the car he’d just gotten picked up in. Taehyun and Hueningkai, as he’d come to recently learn, were exchanging awkward glances in the rearview mirror as Soobin’s own songs played through the car’s speakers.

“So, uh, hope you’re okay with your own music on the playlist,” Hueningkai said from the passenger seat, “It’s just what we usually play.”

Soobin couldn’t help but feel fond of them, they were his fans after all.

“It’s cool, I actually really love this one,” he answered, his own unfamiliar voice startling him.

“We thought it might help with adjusting,” Taehyun added, a faint hue of pink on his cheeks.

Soobin could only nod in response, picking at the fabric of his pants. Nothing in his soulmate’s closet adhered to his taste, and most of it just consisted of poorly designed graphic tees.

The car descended into an uneasy quietness, broken only by the familiar melodies spilling out of the speakers that seemed oddly intimate with Soobin now present.

“You guys seem a bit shy, anything on your mind?” Soobin tentatively asked in an attempt to break the tension with the two people he would be spending the rest of the day with.

“It’s just that having our idol in the car, even if it’s in our friend’s body, is kinda surreal,” Hueningkai smiled, stumbling over his words.

"We’re not used to this level of…fame?” Taehyun replied.

“I get it, I’m not used to being on this side of things either,” Soobin replied, trying to relate.

As they approached their apartment, Soobin couldn't help but feel a strange connection with his soulmate’s friends. As Taehyun parked the car they all hesitated before stepping out, still unsure of themselves in each other’s presence.

“This is so weird,” Hueningkai marvels.

Soobin can’t help but laugh, “Tell me about it.”

As they entered the apartment the trio settled into the living room rather awkwardly. Soobin couldn’t help but take notice of the memorabilia of himself surrounding them, he’d never expected to see how one of his fan’s lives up close.

Even though he was navigating an unfamiliar shyness he found comfort in the tentative smiles of his soulmate’s friends.

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In one of their cramped bedrooms, Soobin, now uncomfortably squeezed into your body, stared blankly at the physics textbook.

“Okay, let's go through this again,” Taehyun sighed, “The laws of thermodynamics is the transfer of—"

“You lost me at thermo,” Soobin muttered, flipping through the flashcards laid out in front of him halfheartedly.

“This is hopeless, how is he supposed to pass the exams?” Taehyun mumbled to Hueningkai.

“Maybe if we play his songs backward, he'll absorb physics knowledge by osmosis,” Hueningkai sadly jokes, half serious.

“Backwards songs?” Soobin asks as he looks up, “That’s a thing?”

“We’re getting off track, let’s try this one more time,” Taehyun sighs, directing Soobin’s attention towards his notebook.

They spent the few hours they had before the exams attempting to explain concepts, drawing diagrams, and resorting to desperate analogies involving concert stages and sound waves. However, Soobin struggled to grasp the complexities of physics and mathematics. He was fucked.

“I’m sorry, this is all like a foreign language to me,” Soobin says, feeling bad with how hard they were trying.

Truth is he gave up hours ago when Hueningkai started singing formulas to him in an attempt to get him to memorize them. As the minutes dragged on, Soobin’s lack of concern became more apparent.

He just didn’t care enough.

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୨୧✧ — author notes; hi guys sorry for the wait 😔 i was off at war (finals week)

୨୧✧ — synopsis; in a universe where you and your soulmate swap bodies on your twenty-first birthday and every birthday after that. world renowned soloist soobin is set to have a concert on the day of your guys’ shared birthday, a firm believer he doesn’t have a soulmate and wants nothing to do with them. you, a college student who hasn’t listened to a single one of his songs, swap bodies with him on the day of your final exam and his big concert. you’re now under the public eye for ruining his career and soobin has to deal with your wrath since he failed your exams. he must also process the fact that he does in fact have a soulmate, one he couldn’t care less about.

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[internallysalad]

warnings: 18+ mentions of fingering, swearing and anakin <3

word count: 427 (it's a start woo)

a/n: part 2 uploaded here! :D

you knew it was wrong.

oh you did, but the thoughts about anakin, pretty boy anakin from your college course whom you would walk by and greet everyday were all that were needed to make heat pool in your stomach and travel to places you would physically explore later. from his hands hovering over yours for a handshake, his forearms flexing during a mid-class stretch, lighting tracing his back muscles to perfection to the way he put his chin over your head hugging you from behind to check in and apologise for a misunderstanding, all of it was turning your situation towards new, almost pathetic extremes each day.

he was kind, gentle, polite. he noticed things about you and mentioned them, habits and worries he spoke to you about with ease, minute expressions and actions which drove you up to the wall and down. did he notice the turmoil you were going through? did he notice that you searched for him, yearned for him? you were even keeping track of the outfits he wore for crying out loud. he did look marvellous in blues and black though.

seeing him everyday purposely on accident, trying to run into him or waiting in the cafeteria right before his break just to get a glimpse and hope that one fiery fleeting moment of contact happens was a new routine. plus, not being able to say anything to him made you even more stubborn and hung over, drunk in the opposite sense about this crush, and your daydreaming became even more intense.

you had to have him, you craved him: his presence, his lingering eye content, his expressions, the damn sincerity in his tone, you wanted to see more of him, hear him say so much and ask so much.

you could not stop thinking about him, especially now when all you could think about with your fingers inside you was him. him and his stupid fingers driving you to the edges of a climax you were almost nearing, so close. getting closer. imagining your fingers gripping his curls, hearing his pants mingling with yours, the noises he would make, the way he would hold you against him, back facing his chest, spreading your legs with no escape from him and his power. the sounds of your wetness being the only thing heard in the room sending you over the edge made you cum harder than you ever had in all your years of living.

you were fucked. so fucked .

little did you know, he was also yearning for more.

#anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin smut #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #anakin x you #anakin skywalker smut #star wars fanfiction

[heartshapedmisery]

day one! ⇢ orgasm denial with robert fischer

warnings! ⇢ MINORS DNI 18+ | dom!robert fischer x sub!reader, unprotected p in v sex, masturbation ( f ), orgasm denial, creampie, degradation, dirty talk, bit of a breeding kink? idk. lmk if i missed anything!

notes! ⇢ ahhh october is finally here i can't wait for all the fun fics I have planned for this month!! hope you like this one, next fic comes out on Wednesday! :)

✷ main masterlist | 2023 kintober masterlist

"Robbie!" he heard his name fall from your lips, echoing throughout your beautifully large bedroom as he neared the door.

Your moans practically filled the entire penthouse, despite your attempts at being quiet. You couldn't hear the usual click of his shoes since you were too lost in your own pleasure, and really because he didn't want to make any noise out of fear of causing you to stop what you were doing.

He had just gotten home after a long work day and was met with your absence in the front room, which was highly unusual for you. Granted that he had worked later than normal, but you still were always there to greet him with a hug and a kiss no matter how late it got.

So when he didn't see you waiting for him in the living room, he couldn't help but feel the need to investigate.

That was when he heard it. Your soft moans that had been muffled by your bedroom door, but still clear as day. It made him stop in his tracks as he walked down the hall, his fingers white-knuckling the handle of his briefcase as his mind jumped to conclusions.

How could you have had the audacity to fuck somebody else in his home? In his bed? Had you no respect for him at all?

It wasn't until he heard his name rip from your chest did he let out a shaky breath, the anger in his chest fading and being replaced with pure lust.

Carefully, he turned the knob, cracking the door open to see your half-naked figure sprawled out on your large king-sized bed, your fingers playing lazily between your legs. Your arousal glistened all over your fingers, the wet spot on the Egyptian cotton sheets beneath you evidence of your time spent there.

"Fuck," you mewled, still unaware of your husband's presence. He simply marveled at you, fighting the urge to palm himself through his pants as he leaned against the frame of the door to stabilize himself. The muffled sound of wet squelching between your legs as your fingers pumped in and out of you made his dick twitch. He couldn't stand here and watch you anymore. He needed to feel you.

The sound of the door shutting made your eyes snap open, your movements coming to a halt as your guilty eyes met your husband's. A dark expression inhabited his face as his eyes raked over your figure, before stopping at the spot between your legs.

"Robbie, I-" you scrambled to apologize, but he simply shook his head silently as he neared the bed, shrugging his blazer off and throwing it at the foot of the mattress.

"What have I told you, baby?" he whispered, bringing a hand to your jaw and pulling your chin up so you faced him directly. He seemed calm on the outside, but you could see in his eyes that he was nothing but disappointed.

If it had been any other day when he hadn't gotten home as late as he had, he would've even been mad. But, he didn't have the energy in him to allow himself to be angry with you. Not tonight.

"You know better than this," he whispered to you, allowing his free hand to brush the stray piece of hair out of your face. "Don't you?"

A whimper escaped your throat as you felt ashamed for disobeying him. "I'm sorry, Robbie. You were just running so late, I couldn't help myself."

He couldn't help but smirk, his hands moving away from your face to loosen his tie. "Needed me that bad, hm?"

You nodded, your freshly manicured hand reaching up to palm his crotch, rubbing him slowly through his pants as you could feel how hard he was. You smiled giddily, your fingers slowly moving to unbuckle his belt, but he stopped you.

"I don't think you should be rewarded after breaking the rules, baby," he told you, his grip on your wrist tight. "That's not how this works."

Your smile dropped, his hand finally releasing your wrist from his grip. He motioned for you to move back on the bed as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, his eyes not leaving your figure once. Once he kicked off his shoes, you could feel a dip in the mattress as he knelt down in front of you.

"Lay back, baby," he told you, and you weren't hesitant to comply. Your hair fawned out beneath you on the mattress as he crawled over your body, his hips slotting in between your thighs as your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him in. "Want you to show me how much you needed me."

His hand moved between your bodies to dip into his boxers, pulling out his hard length and allowing it to slap against his clothed stomach. You could feel it rubbing against your thigh, and you would be lying if you were to say it didn't rile you up more.

"Please," you whimpered, your hand pawing at his bicep as he grasped his hard-on and moved to line it up with your soaked entrance. "I'll be good for you, I promise!"

Robert only shook his head, the ghost of a smirk evident on his face as he shoved himself into you without warning, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as he stuffed you to the brim.

"I know you will, baby," he cooed, cradling your head in his hand as he bottomed out inside of you, his tip just barely kissing your cervix. "And you're not gonna come until I say you can, since you've already treated yourself this afternoon, I see."

He looked over to the wet spot from your arousal on the sheets for a split second before returning his eyes back to you, guilt flooding your chest once more under his intense gaze.

"Please, just move," you mewled, complying with his restrictions. You could feel tears begin to well in your eyes as the feeling of him sheathed inside you was becoming unbearable. You needed him to fuck you already.

He didn't say a word as he pulled out of you before slamming his hips back against yours, his length filling you abruptly once again, sending a chill down your spine as your eyes screwed shut. A shaky moan sounded from his throat as he left hot open-mouthed kisses on your neck and chest, trailing from the sweet spot behind your ear to the valley of your breasts. His hips fell into a steady pace pistoning in and out of you, brushing the spot where you wanted him to reach the most each time.

"Fuck, you're soaked, sweetheart," he whispered as his free hand moved to hook on the back of your knee to pull it farther up around his waist, keeping you as close as possible to him. "Bet you've been daydreaming about me fucking this pussy like this all day, hm?" he grunted between moans.

You nodded lazily, unable to form coherent words as he fucked you stupid, his movements becoming rougher and more irregular as he could feel himself slipping off into his own pleasure.

The familiar knot of ecstasy appeared in your lower abdomen once more, a feeling you knew all too well after this afternoon, building stronger and stronger until you felt yourself begin to tip over the edge.

"Robbie!" you whined, clawing at his neck and raking your fingers through his sweet chestnut locks of hair before giving them a good tug to ground yourself. You didn't know how much longer you were going to last.

"What did I tell you, baby?" he breathed, not stopping his movements as he squeezed the flesh of your thigh. "Don't fucking come until I tell you to."

You wanted to obey him, you really did, but he was making it so hard not to come on his cock as he fucked into you at a relentless pace. You tried so hard not to focus on it, rolling your hips around underneath him in an attempt to bring him closer to his climax, hoping that he'd allow you to let go once he did.

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned, his eyes falling shut as his face fell to the crook of your sweat-glistened neck. It seemed to be working, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more unpredictable as he fucked you. "Just like that, good fucking girl."

He wasn't too far off now—and neither were you—especially with your walls clenching down on him as you tried not to think about your own climax. He was a moaning mess above you, the head of his dick twitching deep inside of you as he was on the edge of his release.

"Gonna fucking come, baby. Wanna feel you come with me," he groaned into your neck, lost in his own pleasure as he felt himself fall into the peak of his orgasm. His words were enough to tip you over the edge too after holding out for so long, a wave of ecstasy washing over you as you could feel his hot release fill you to the brim.

"Fuck, Robbie! Give it to me!" you whined, clawing at his clothed back as he gave you a few final thrusts before pulling out, his length becoming too sensitive as he removed the swollen head from your entrance with a hiss.

All that could be heard now was a mixture of heavy pants from the both of you, trying to catch your breath as you were both too fucked out to even think straight.

He rolled over and off of you, his chest heaving up and down as he turned his head towards your exhausted expression, his hand moving to brush away the hair that had been matted to your forehead with sweat.

"Sorry, baby," he told you, watching as your eyes fell shut. "Just had to teach you a lesson."

You opened your eyes again before rolling over and snuggling into his side, laying your head on his chest. You could hear his heart beating fast, and you couldn't help but smirk as you could feel it pounding against your cheek.

"It's alright," you told him. "Might have to break the rules more often if that's how you're gonna punish me."

#robert fischer smut #robert fischer x reader #kinktober #kinktober2023 #cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #scarlet was here! #scar's drabbles

[masterjedilenawrites]

hello there. could i request the bois and tbb for their reaction that they would have when they see their s/o wearing a dress, as their s/o normally wears pants and shirts.

Fox, Fives, and Tup eat it up. They start with an endless string of Wow-s, then they'll remember other words exist and insist their S/O spin around or pose for them so they can admire all the angles. They may even insist on some photos, or maybe grab whoever's around so they can show off their partner's look. Otherwise it's praises galore. Regardless how comfortable or not their S/O initially feels in the dress, they're definitely getting a confidence boost.

Jesse, Kix, and Wrecker instantly turn mischevious. They're whistling, they're teasing, they're even getting handsy. It's just too big of a change to pass up an opportunity to have some fun with it. If their S/O's not fully comfortable in the get-up, they'll help make them laugh and loosen up a little. It's just clothes, and at the end of the day they're still the beautiful person they fell for no matter what they wear. But this outfit sure is fun.

Hardcase, Dogma, and Tech honestly won't notice. To say they're oblivious to things like fashion is an understatement. Their S/O will try to casually draw their attention toward it, swaying around or saying things like If only I had pockets to put this thing in... Still nothing. They'll have to stand right in their line of sight and specifically say Hey look! I'm wearing a dress! Then these guys will have a little moment of dazed blinking before giving a shy smile and a nice compliment.

Rex, Hunter, and Crosshair will stop dead in their tracks, mouth agape, speechless at the sight before them. Bonus points if their S/O is really feeling themselves, rather than being awkward or embarrassed. The confidence they exude is more mesmerizing than the dress itself. They never really snap out of it either. They may put on a face, act cool and collected, but inside they're still freaking out. They simply cannot look away. And when the dress comes off and it's back to pants, they'll low-key pout about it.

Cody, Wolffe, and Echo have a less obvious, but no less appreciative reaction. Their face will light up with a smile, their eyes will grow soft as they take them in. If their S/O is walking awkwardly they'll rush up to offer their arm and help put them at ease. Or if their S/O is really enjoying the change of attire, they'll help them find ways to wear dresses more often. They will always be supportive - and enamored - of their S/O's choices in appearance.

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[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Bucky’s hands were a marvel. They worked tirelessly to care for those in need and you had seen and experienced it firsthand, for which you were always grateful for — it was just this once that you needed them, as badly as you needed the air in your lungs.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ღ Nurse!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ღ 1.3k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ღ Fluff, angst (I've gotchu chronic illness bbys), a bit of a confession

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ღ I am going to admit that I openly sobbed while I wrote this one, so take from that what you will. For those that feel like our Sugar here... you're not alone.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ღ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 10 — Massage — Masterlist

𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The day had started well enough. Your pain levels were manageable, and your head was clear – clearer than the past few days, at least. 

But, of course, it couldn’t have lasted. 

Bucky had left to do errands. He had smiled at you and kissed you on the forehead before he went out the door – his dark jeans and sweater the barrier from the cold he insisted he was fine with. Soon after he left, a heavy, leaden sensation engulfed every muscle and bone of your body, claiming your eyelids soon after. 

“Baby girl?” a voice whispered above you, and your eyes fluttered open – when had they closed? “Baby, are you alright?” You blinked, and looked around. Bucky was standing over you, his hand on your shoulder and a worried furrow between his brows. “Hey, you–what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you croaked, and you tried to sit up, only you didn’t get far before you winced in pain. “Shit, how long was I out?”

“Dunno, sweetheart,” Bucky answered, crouching down so he was eye level with you. “I came back and you were dead to the world.” 

It was then you noticed that he was dressed in a grey sleep shirt with red plaid pyjama pants. The clothes he left the apartment were long in the hamper, it seemed. You glanced around the living room and grunted in acknowledgement, then tried to sit up again. 

“No, relax a second,” Bucky cautioned, and his hands moved to rest on your thighs. “Just chill a minute, baby–you feeling okay?”

“Everything hurts.” The words, uttered in an almost silent whisper, were the final crack in the dam. Silent tears filled your eyes and streaked down your cheeks.

Bucky leaned in closer, his face mere inches from your own. “Oh, baby girl,” he breathed, and he kissed the tear tracks with such softness it only made your heart swell. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed. Lemme help you.”

With slow, steady movements and Bucky’s help, you were on your feet and headed towards the bedroom.

“I’m gonna help you relax, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered, settling you on the side of the bed. “Can you lift your arms up for me, or do you need help?”

Shame curdled in your stomach at the words, and Bucky must have noticed, because suddenly he was all you could see – his face so close to yours once more, his hands on your thighs, and a sad smile on his lips. “There is nothing wrong with asking for help, honey. It is my pleasure to help you–you’re my girl, my everything, and you know I am going to do everything in my power to make you feel better. Understand me, Sugar?”

A sob crawled its way up your throat, and it fell from your lips before you could clamp your mouth shut. Bucky clicked his tongue and leaned closer, enveloping you into his arms and cradling your head into his neck. “It’s alright, sweetheart–it’s alright. I’ve gotchu. Let it all out, baby girl."

You clung to him like a lifeline, unwilling and unable to let go of the raft that had been cast your way after so long of struggling to stay afloat. 

Moments passed in his arms, and you finally pulled away slightly, hiccuping and snivelling weakly. “I’m sorry-” You tried.

Bucky glared at you, a frown on his lips. “That’s enough.” He leaned back a little, and grabbed the hem of your shirt. “I won’t have you apologising for something you cannot help, baby. Now, I’m gonna take this off, and then your bra.”

You looked at him quizzically, unphased but curious. He shook his head with a smile. “I’m not gonna fool around with you, sweetheart. I’m gonna get you to lay on your stomach, and then I’mma rub your back, alright?”

“M’kay,” you mumbled back, the exhaustion had made your mind foggy and thoughts slower than molasses. “Thank you.”

Bucky nodded and pulled your shirt up slowly, mindful of your arms and the movements necessary to remove it before he folded it and placed it down on your bedside drawers. He moved to unclip your bra and you shivered at the brush of his fingertips on your back. “Ticklish, huh, baby?” he chuckled. You swatted his thigh in retaliation. 

Your bra came away and Bucky placed it on top of your shirt. “Alright, lay down for me–get comfy.” The soft cotton of your duvet brushed the bare skin of your stomach and breasts, and you shivered again. “Are you cold, honey?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, and Bucky nodded.

“I’ll get you a blanket,” he said, digging into the chest at the foot of your bed. 

A moment later you were settled in the middle of the bed, on top of the covers with a pillow under your head that you hugged to your shoulders with your arms. “‘M comfy,” you said around a yawn.

Soft fleece appeared in your vision, and you felt the plush material brush over your bare back, settling itself to the contours of your body. “I’ll have to move it to uncover your back, but you just lay there for me, baby,” Bucky said. The mattress creaked as he knelt onto the edge, and he walked on his knees to straddle the back of your thighs. “Are you good for me to sit, Sugar?”

You nodded, and Bucky settled his weight onto your thighs, just below your ass. The presence didn’t stir a carnal need, rather you felt safe, protected under his weight. 

The sudden pressure of Bucky’s weight as he leaned over you, caging you firmly into the mattress, made you grunt in surprise. “You’re warm,” you said, muffled by your mouth being half covered by the pillow. 

“Good.” Bucky kissed your shoulder, your neck, then your temple. “Relax for me, baby girl. It’ll help.” His weight shifted off of your back, then the blanket dragged down your skin until it rested on your lower back. “If at any time it hurts too much–or you just want me to stop–say so, baby, alright?”

You hummed an ascent, and Bucky’s hands finally touched your back, the callused and warm skin of his palms – a gentle pressure that made goosebumps erupt all the way down your arms. 

Bucky worked slowly and tenderly over your shoulders, moving up and down from your neck and then down your arms, before moving back up and repeating the ministrations down your back. It was divine. Each pass of his strong hands made the knots in your rigid muscles loosen and fall away, leaving behind a relaxation that made you moan quietly with relief. 

Soon enough, you had slumped wholeheartedly into the sheets and comforter, a heap of muscle and bone that felt much better than when Bucky had started – his quiet coos and soothing praises worked on your mind, while his hands tended to your battered and exhausted shell. 

“You doing okay there, sweetheart?” he asked quietly, and you nodded feebly. “You’re doing so good for me. I’m gonna move further down your back now.”

“‘M’kay,” you replied sleepily. Bucky chuckled and his hands eased down your back, his thumbs pressing firmly either side of your spine. “Feels good.”

“I bet it does, Sugar,” he replied, placing his hands on your lower back and pushing upwards. “Poor thing–your back is all knotted up, baby.”

“‘S why I have a handsome boyfrien’ to take care a’me,” you mumbled – exhaustion had seeped from your bones and muscled with each of Bucky’s movements, and you felt so sleepy it was a wonder you managed to even speak at all. 

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Bucky breathed. “Always gonna take care of my girl, my baby. Always.”

Something shifted, clunked in your mind, and before you could stop them or clamp your mouth shut around the words, you said, “Love you, Buck.”

Bucky didn’t pause in his movements, rather, you felt his smile in his hands. “I know. And I love you, too.”

The words washed over you, and you let them carry you away into a state of calm, of relaxation – you knew Bucky would stay and take care of you. He loved you.

Fate had a funny way of working, was your last thought before you succumbed to the last wave of sleep. 

hugs and forehead kisses x

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fluff #hotbuckysummer2023 #rookthorne's works

[tengensbunny]

𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐟. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲  ➩ a school au (university) where sabito is a delinquent and has a thing for the class president 

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ➩ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐨

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝟏𝟖+  

➩ 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝), 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟), 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

With his tie strung loose and his shirt left open, Sabito walked through the halls beside Tengen, who wore his uniform in the same manner as his peach haired friend.

Dress shirt unbuttoned -revealing the black crew neck he wore underneath it, his tie slung lazily around his neck.

The two males said nothing to each other as they continued to walk through the halls, ignoring the looks they received from the other students along with their “soft” whispers.

A lopsided grin formed on Sabito’s face at the familiar sight of [h/c] hair in the hallway. 

His eyes visibly brightened at the smile strewn across her features as she waved to her fellow classmates. Not once did she make eye contact with him, nor comment about the way he wore his uniform, even though he was clearly violating dress code.

She kept her gaze forward, with her head held high. The way she composed herself screamed sophistication and authority. 

He watched her from the corner of his eye as they passed by one another, their shoulders brushing against each other -making Sabito stop in his tracks.

Lowering his gaze, Sabito focused his eyes on the sway of her hips, marveling at the way her skirt flipped up from time to time -giving him a nice view of her ass, a smirk tugging at his lips at the familiar lace pattern hugging her cheeks. 

Confused as to why Sabito was no longer walking beside him, Tengen turned to see what was keeping the male; the corners of his lips curving upwards into a shit eating grin once he realized why Sabito had stopped.

Slinging his arm over the peach haired male’s shoulders, Tengen let out a low whistle, “[f/n]’s got quite the ass,” he commented, “Too bad she’d never let you tap that.”

Rolling his eyes at Tengen’s comment, Sabito slapped his arm off of him, causing the male to chuckle. 

“I mean, she may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s handcuffs and gags.” Tengen joked, throwing his hands behind his head as they began to walk through the halls again.

“As if.” Sabito chuckled, laughing along with the male. Trust me, you have no idea. Sabito thought to himself; discretely tucking the meticulously folded piece of paper into his pants pocket.

Making their way towards their next class, Sabito excused himself to use the restroom, leaving the white haired male alone in God knows what class they were supposed to be in at this hour.

Taking the piece of paper out of his pocket, Sabito read the carefully written message -a smile breaking out on his face at the little heart she drew next to her name.

Shoving the note back into his pocket, Sabito made his way to the school rooftop; where his lover was waiting for him.

Pushing the door open, Sabito’s eyes immediately locked onto the girl’s figure, a soft chuckle escaping his lips at the familiar sight of smoke leaving her glossy lips.

Her arms rested against the railing for support, her [e/c] eyes focused on whatever was going on beneath her.

Quietly, Sabito made his way towards the girl, admiring the way her body was hunched forward while her ass was sticking out.

“Starting without me Kitten?” he pouted, grabbing the blunt from in between her finger tips. 

“You were taking too long.” she giggled, turning to face him.

Reaching forward with his free hand, Sabito pulled her in closer so their bodies were pressed against one another; raising the blunt to his lips he took a hit, before pulling the blunt away from his lips.

Keeping the smoke inside of his mouth, he traced the bottom of her lip with his thumb -before parting them open with his finger, exhaling the smoke into her mouth.

“I love doing that with you,” Sabito admitted, as he watched the girl exhale the smoke he had given her.

“Me-“ her response was cut short as Sabito smashed their lips together; his tongue swiping against her bottom lip for access into her mouth, which she cheekily denied -making the peach haired male growl.

Dropping the blunt, Sabito’s hands made their way down to her ass, giving it a good smack before kneading her plump cheeks in his hands -eliciting a soft moan from the girl.

Sabito was quick to take advantage of her parted lips and thrusted his tongue into her mouth. His wet muscle exploring every crevice of her mouth, before caressing her tongue with his own.

Sabito pulled her in closer so that he could grind his erection into her crotch, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips at the small whine she let out.

Pulling away from the kiss, Sabito gave her ass one more slap. “Bend over Kitten, and let me see those cute ass cheeks you were flaunting around earlier in the halls.” he ordered.

With her hands holding onto the railing for support, [f/n] bent over like she was told -making sure to press her ass directly against Sabito’s bulge.

Flipping her skirt up, Sabito’s tongue subconsciously ran over his lip at the thin piece of string wedge in between her ass cheeks.

“What are you doing wearing a thong to school?” he mused, chuckling to himself as he hooked his index finger onto the string -pulling it to the side, “What do you think people would say if they knew our Student Council President wore underwear like this to school?”

“Shut up,” she grumbled, getting ready to snap back at him -only for a shaky moan to leave her lips as Sabito’s finger ran up her slit.

“So wet,” he hummed, a feeling of pride swelling in his chest, “And it’s all for me.”

His hands moved to unbutton his pants, sliding the zipper down along with his boxers to free his erection.

Placing his hands on her hips, Sabito held her steady as he slid his erection back and forth between her folds - coating his cock with her arousal.

“Sabito wait, there’s people down there.” she panicked, standing up from her position, only to be pushed down again.

“Relax, they’re like 100 feet below us.”

“But-“

Whatever she was about to say completely escaped her mind as she felt the head of Sabito’s cock beginning to penetrate her walls.

“But what?” Sabito teased, as he pulled the head of his cock out to rub her clit. A smirk eliciting his lips at the way her body shuddered from the slight stimulation. Coating his cock with her essence, Sabito watched as the sticky clear strands clung onto the tip of his dick -thick white droplets dripping onto his balls. 

Using his thumbs, Sabito spread her cheeks apart so that he could get a good view of that pussy. Leaning forward, he kissed the back of her ear before whispering, “You’re already whimpering and all I’ve done is spread you.”

Resting his chin on her shoulder, he looked down at the group of students she was looking at earlier,  before he began to insert the head of his cock into her leaking cunt -clicking his tongue at the way her walls immediately clamped down on the head. 

Slowly, Sabito began to push into her inch by inch, enjoying the way her pussy spasmed with each inch he gave her. 

“W-what if they see?” she meekly argued, her voice getting weaker and weaker as Sabito began to move his hips.

Her eyes were clenched shut and her mouth was slightly agape at the feeling of his cock stretching out her tight cunt.

“We better give them a good show then.” Sabito smirked, moving his hands to rip her blouse open.

“Sabito!” she squealed in surprise, her voice was loud, but not loud enough to catch the attention of the group of students chatting amongst each other below them.

“Keep screaming my name like that and we’ll be found out for sure.” Sabito chuckled, moving one of his hands to cup her breast while the other raised one of her legs; the new angle allowing Sabito to thrust into her with ease.

“What’s this? Class Pres has an exhibitionist kink?” Sabito teased as he felt her cunt tighten around him when he mentioned that others could find them out.

“Just shut up and fuck me.” she replied, too embarrassed to admit that the thought of others watching Sabito fuck her made her feel so aroused.  

Sabito’s hips snapped against hers at a fast pace, the new position allowed his cock to reach new depths inside her. 

Tears welled up in her eyes from the pleasure, the feeling of Sabito’s cock rubbing against every crevice of her walls was driving her insane.

She tried her best to keep her moans at bay, trying to silence them by biting down on her lower lip.

Realizing what she was trying to do, Sabito raised her leg even higher, while his other hand continued to knead her breasts -tweaking her nipples from time to  time. 

Sabito’s soft pants progressed into soft grunts at the feeling of her cunt tightening around him.

Her insides were hot, burning almost -clenching tightly around Sabito’s cock.

“So warm,” he groaned, “So tight.” 

His thrusts became more erratic at the sound of a high pitch whimper escaping her lips, signaling that she was close -not like Sabito was any better.

With the way she was squeezing around him, he knew he wouldn’t last long either. “Your pussy loves my cock so much,” he moaned, speeding up the rhythm of his hips, “Every time I pull out it tries to suck me back in again.” he panted, once the familiar knot began to form in the pit of his stomach.

Stars began to cloud her vision and her legs began to shake. [f/n] opened her mouth to warn him that she was cumming, but the only thing that came out was the sound of her lewd moans.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Sabito was supporting some of her body weight, she was sure she would have fallen from the intensity of her orgasm. 

Sabito’s hips continued to thrust into her at a brisk pace, his cock continuing to rub against her ribbed walls -making both of them shudder with pleasure, before Sabito finally came, painting her insides white with his semen.

Sabito’s chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath. Lowering her leg, Sabito slowly pulled out of the girl, chuckling at the soft whimper that left her lips. 

Tucking his dick back into his pants, his eyes flickered down towards the group of students below them. The group of six still engaged in whatever conversation they were having earlier; causing Sabito to internally laugh to himself.

He reverted his focus back to the girl who was already sitting down with her back against the railing, and the blunt he had dropped earlier in between her lips.

“I’m surprised that thing is still burning.” he chuckled, moving to sit in the spot beside her -wrapping his arm around the girl while the other rested on top of one of his legs that was propped up. 

“Me too,” she sighed, exhaling the smoke out into perfect rings before resting her head on Sabito’s shoulder, passing the blunt onto the peach haired male.

“How do you feel about an audience next time?”

#sabito x reader #sabito smut #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #kny x reader #kny smut #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba smut #demon slayer imagines #kny imagines #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #demon slayer au

[leilani-lily]

~Oh Deer~ (Chapter 2)

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Surprise! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Another chapter already. I actually have three already written out, so I'll be posting the next one soon too. I hope you enjoy (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

SYNOPSIS: AroAce! Alastor x Chef!Singer! Reader. You come to find the kitchen is an absolute mess, and there's no help in sight. Alastor catches you working and discovers something about you that's quite captivating. Word Count: 2 k

Chapter under the cut!

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It didn’t take long before you were settled and secure at the hotel. Introductions were made, papers were signed and soon all your stuff was whisked into your new room at the hotel. It all seemed to happen in a blur, but you were happy for the fresh start. 

When you first came across the kitchen it… well, it needed some much needed TLC. Dried blood staining the walls, rusty, chipped knives, an oven covered in grime and the door on its hinges. It was dark, dirty, and smelled like rotting food (and maybe even rotting bodies? You didn’t want to think about it too much). Needless to say, you had your work cut out for you. But you knew you couldn’t do this without a little motivation.

After finally finding an outlet that worked, you plug in your trusty CD player. It was fraying a bit, and wasn’t in the best of shape, but it was one of your prized possessions. One of the first things you had bought for yourself when arriving in Hell. It was one of those machines that had a built-in alarm clock, and although you didn’t actually have any CD’s to play off it, it did come with a radio function that you abused more than the next person. It had soothed you many a lonesome night, and also pumped you up when you had work to do. With a fond smile, you set up your radio and flick through the channels before stopping at what sounded like a jazz station. Satisfied with the upbeat melody, you roll your sleeves up and get started on the deep clean.

You didn’t know how long you had been working for, 30 minutes, maybe even an hour or two. But it didn’t take long before a slither of a shadow snaked up the doorframe of the kitchen for the Radio Demon himself to emerge from the shadows. He had just been passing by when he had heard the sounds of a jazzy tune, accompanied by the sounds of a sultry voice. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he found himself here, watching you scrub on hands and knees at the tile floors. 

You were covered in dirt and dust, soapy water soaking the ends of your shirt and pants. You wiped a stray bead of sweat from your forehead as your cheeks shone a shade of red from all the hard work. In short summary, you were a mess. And yet somehow he didn’t seem all that put off by it, focusing on something far more interesting.

As the radio hummed out a static version of “What a Wonderful World”, your own voice harmonized with the deeper tone that was Louis Armstrong’s. You continued to toil away, not aware of the presence behind you and actually enjoying the work, but soon the music got the better of you, and you sat up to fully embrace it. Entranced by the song, you closed your eyes and crooned along to the lyrics, sometimes singing along with Louis, sometimes choosing to harmonize and add a personal spin to it. You couldn’t help but smile as the familiar chills ran up your spine when immersed in a good song and feeling one with the original performer. As the melody began to come to an end, you soften into almost a whisper and sit happily as the remaining instruments faded. The sound track of an applause and actual clapping burst from behind you.

“MARVELOUS! Bra-vo my darling!” 

You jumped up so high and fast, it made you slip on the soapy floor beneath you. You fumbled and landed on your bum facing Alastor, pants now soaked and your heart racing a mile a minute. The red demon began to step towards you, still clapping and looking surprisingly impressed.

“What a performance, such talent! Who knew such a voice was locked away, just waiting to soar like a songbird!”

With a twirl of his cane, he extended the tip end to you with a smile. You looked at it for a moment before realizing and grabbing onto it. With a strength you didn't realize he had, he helped to hoist you up to your feet.

“H-honestly Alastor. You can’t keep sneaking up behind me without warning. You’ll have to find another chef to replace me after I die from a heart attack.” 

Alastor chuckled at your remark, pulling a dark brown hankie from his inner jacket and giving his cane a quick wipe. “Now y/n, don’t be silly.” After cleaning his cane from the dirty soap water, he flicked the handkerchief into your direction, and gave you an amused smile “You’re already dead.”

You couldn’t argue with that. You huff out a laugh and graciously accept the cloth presented to you, using it to wipe your hands free of any dirty water. 

“Besides,” Alastor continued, “Can you hardly blame me for tuning in? It’s not often I hear such a classic tune being accompanied by an enchanting voice~!” You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks flush. You tried your best not to sing in front of others, and living on your own, never really had the possibility of someone hearing you. Until now that is.

“I, well… Th-thank you” You smile, holding out the handkerchief to return. Alastor didn't move to take it. Looking down at the now soiled cloth, his lip twitched a moment before blinking, and the hankie burst into a puff of flame, tiny bits of soot and ash fluttering to the ground. Your head jolted back a moment as your now empty hand hung there awkwardly. Ohhkayyyy… You speak to fill the silence.

“I find I work better when I listen to music. Although, sometimes I find I get too wrapped up in the music… like you just witnessed.” You give a sheepish shrug, your attention going back towards the load of work you still had to do. Alastor followed your gaze and looked around the dingy kitchen. 

“Hmmmm yes, quite the chore you have ahead of you,” he hummed, eye twitching at all the dirt and grime. “And where is Nifty in all of this? Surely you shouldn’t have to tackle such a big job all by yourself now, she IS the maid of this hotel now.” He placed his clawed hands on his hips, looking around as if she might be hiding in one of the pots or under the counter.

“Ah no, that’s alright,” You shake your head and smile at Alastor, making him turn his focus back to you, “I was going to ask her, but she seemed… preoccupied by a centipede, and I didn’t want to be a bother.”

“Besides,” You puff out your chest and survey the room, causing Alastor to cock an eyebrow in amusement. “I’m the one in charge of this kitchen, so it should be up to me to make sure it’s spick and span. You decided to hire me for some reason, so I want to prove I want this job. And a little elbow grease isn’t going to scare me off so quick.” You turn to the Radio Demon and catch a quick glimpse of what seems to be admiration before he straightened up.

“And I can tell you’re going to make a fine employee already,” Alastor agreed, making you feel a sense of pride. His gaze shifted back towards the mess before him. “Nevertheless, this is still too mighty of a task for just one demon.”

Faster than you could blink, Alastor flicked his hand up and gave a swift snap of his fingers. The shadows surrounding you began to shift and morph into what looked like long tendrils. You stared in awe as the shadows grew before your very eyes and began to morph into what looked like creatures. Before you knew it, 4 shadow-like goons were standing before you with stark white features. 

“There we go~” Alastor chirped, taking in your look of shock before laughing out loud, “Oh come now my dear, no need to look so alarmed! My friends are simply here to help you~”

And help you indeed. While Alastor was talking, the creatures began to pick up the cleaning tools around the room, beginning to mop, sweep and wipe around the room at a speed you could never accomplish on your own. Your look of shock slowly transformed to one of awe.

“Yes, they’ll help to get the job done lickity split!” Alastor boasted, “And don’t worry, once the work is done they’ll simply disappear back into the shadows.”

You watched them work and couldn’t help but marvel at Alastor’s power. Not only was he able to conjure 4 living and working shadow creatures, but the fact that he did it so effortlessly. It just seemed to be a reflection of the amount of power he wielded, which was a terrifying thought all on it’s own. You couldn’t even imagine the extent of what his power could be; unbarred and at full capacity. It made you shiver a moment. Still, you couldn’t help but be grateful for the extra sets of hands.

“Thank you Alastor,” you smiled towards him, eyebrows tight with gratitude, “You really didn’t have to do this, I was fine to do the work on my own-!” The Radion Demon immediately shushed you, sticking one of his fingers close to your lips but not quite touching. 

“Nonsenseee y/n. Think nothing of it! Let’s just say this is my way of thanking you for such a lovely performance earlier. I shall hope to hear more from you again.” He gave you a half-lidded smile, seeming actually genuine about his last remark. You couldn’t hide your embarrassment, but on the inside you were pleased. 

“Now!” Alastor snapped to attention, jolting you out of your daze, “I’m afraid I’ll have to take my leave, I was on my way to a meeting with Charlie before being entranced by your song.” You felt your smile falter at the thought of being the reason he was running late. Alastor quickly caught on and fanned his hand at you

“Oh think nothing of it my dear, I’d say it was well worth my time. But before I go, I would be delighted to talk Jazz with you at a later time; it’s not often I meet a fellow enthusiast.” 

As much as you didn’t want to get your hopes up, you felt a pang of hope in your chest. You had always kept to yourself during your time in Hell, and never really had the opportunity to build any friendships. Everyone you had met as of recent always had ulterior motivations, or were so toxic that you had to end it before they could harm you even further. However, since coming to the hotel, everyone had been so surprisingly friendly; especially Alastor. He helped you feel less nervous when you had arrived, given you a job, and was now helping you clean the kitchen? He’s been such a gentleman, and you both seemed to have similar passions… Could this be the opportunity for a new friend?

“Yes, of course!” You smile, “I love music, I’m always happy to talk about it.” 

“Splendid!” Alastor chimed, turning on his heel and walking back towards the kitchen doors, “We’ll have to arrange a time that works best for us both. But until then,” He turned back to you and gave you a slight bow.

“I shall bid you, adieu.” 

His body sunk back into the shadows and he disappeared as quick as a flash. You yelped out a panicked final “thank you” into the darkness, assuming he didn’t hear it he was gone so quick. But that was ok, you’d just have to thank him again when you next bumped into each other. You turn back to the goons and see they’ve already made quite a dent in the cleaning. You felt yourself breathe a sigh of relief for the extra help. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you crank up the volume on the radio, and run up to help get your kitchen ready. 

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[the-joju-experience]

Quackity was polishing a bar counter when he heard the doors creak open. He turned towards them, seeing Scar, Etho, Cleo, and Joe walk in.

“Can I help you?” Quackity asked.

“Howdy, Quackity!” Joe said. “I told my friends about the bar, and I thought it’d be real fun for all of us to kick back and relax between rounds!”

“What makes you think that I would host all four of you?” Quackity asked.

“Actually, I didn’t!” Joe said. “I invited all my friends!”

The doors sprung open even wider, and a swarm of Hermits rushed in.

Grian and Pearl made their way to a blackjack table and started playing. Impulse, Zedaph, and Tango flocked to a slot machine, delicately taking it apart. Gem, False, and Stress confidently marched over to the chip exchange counter to make their requests. xB, Xisuma, and Wels sat down at the bar. Keralis and Israel found a machine in a far corner and began shoving money into it. BDubs just stood in the center of the room, screaming something about it being night.

Quackity flinched when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to see Vintage Beef holding onto him.

“Hey there!” Beef said. “Joe tells me you have a full-service operation out here in need of some games. As it happens, I’ve just finished developing one that I think you’ll love!”

“What the…” Quackity started, thoroughly confused.

“Howdy there, Quackit-ey!” Ren said. “What does it take to get a man a nice, hot mug of cocoa around these parts?”

Quackity blushed and ran away.

He escaped into the kitchen, where Doc and Sam were hard at work on… something.

“This should only break reality a little bit,” Doc explained. “Don’t worry too much.”

Quackity retreated into a closet. He hit the light, but was surprised to find Etho waiting for him.

“What are you doing here?” Quackity asked, surprised.

“Joe said I’d probably find you here. Apparently we have some stuff to go over?” Etho explained.

Seven minutes later, Quackity and Etho emerged from the closet to find Cleo sharpening a sword.

“Hi, guys,” Cleo said. “I’m just getting ready for a thing I’m doing to- I mean with- Joe.”

“Jesus Christ you people are intense!” Quackity shouted.

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” Scar said, appearing next to Quackity.

“Where did you come from?” Quackity yelped.

“That’s a good question,” Scar said. “Anyway, come have some fun with us! Joel and Lizzie will be here with the karaoke machine any minute!”

The door flew open, and Grian ran in, panting.

“What’s up, buddy?” Scar asked.

Grian breathed heavily.

“M- m-“ he struggled.

“Marvel dropped a new trailer for the HoTgUy movie? We have to go see it!” Scar lead the group back into the main room, but froze in his tracks when he saw what Grian was talking about.

Mumbo K. Jumbo himself stood in the entry of Las Nevadas.

“Um, hi?” Mumbo said nervously. “I heard there was gambling going on, and I thought - well, I have all these diamonds and nothing good to spend them on, this could be fun!”

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[mostlymarvelsstuff]

First Lessons

Authors note: I'm a day late (so sorry Remi), but, Happy birthday @cthulhus-curse ! Hope you enjoy the drabble!

Authors note 2.0: you all (who arent Remi) should read Chrome Hearts by @cthulhus-curse first 😁

Summary: Android Natasha teaches Android Wanda how to give Y/n a proper blowjob

Warnings: Reader has a penis, sexual content (blowjob)

Word count: 1653 Marvel Masterlist WandaNat Masterlist

   Normally you did your work, well, at work. But ever since you’d brought Wanda home you’d found yourself doing a bit more of it here, outside the company's guidelines and surveillance. You’d always had an at home office, used for the occasional small project, some paperwork, or even finishing up a report on your laptop. But now it was fully decked out with a state of the art computer system and monitors, various tools, android schematics, and different parts and pieces for potential upgrades. 

   Though it was nice to be able to do most things at home now, you worried you’d end up zoning out and losing track of time while toiling away on something, much like you did at work. And the mere idea of accidentally ignoring Wanda made your stomach twist. Thankfully she was a particularly curious and clingy creature, and she would happily interrupt to inquire about something, get affection from you, or go on some type of adventure.

   Tonight was not one of those nights however, as the adorable android had discovered the nature channel, and has since been firmly planted on the sofa. When you’d last checked on her she’d been watching a program on kittens, much to her delight. And you had to admit she did look really cute while infatuated with the program, so you didn’t mind her absence. What you did mind though, was the uncomfortable tightening in your pants you were beginning to feel. 

   You let out an annoyed huff as you lean back in your chair, and resign to the fact that you were now incredibly horny. As random as this was, it wasn’t unusual for you to get a boner out of nowhere. So you do what you've always done and unzip your pants, letting the bulge in your boxers have a bit more room. But before you can take things any further, a hand trails across your shoulder and you nearly jump out of your skin.

   “Sorry master, I did not mean to startle you” Natasha voices as she stands beside you, her eyes glued to your crotch

   You see where she's gazing and can’t help but smirk. It's been apparent since you brought the other android home that you had her attention, and that always made you feel good. Though you’ve yet to determine if she gives you this attention because she feels much like Wanda does or if it was solely due to her programmed settings. 

   Where Project Scarlet Witch was meant to be a walking talking Alexa, Project Black Widow was meant to be less focused on the mind and more on the body. And after getting to know Wanda and discovering her humanity, you couldn’t allow the other android to fall into Tony Starks hands, where he would run an ungodly amount of vigorous tests on her before deeming her ready for the mass market. And you just couldn’t allow that, because if she truly was just like Wanda then each of her copies would be as well. Which meant you'd be tainting her sense of wonder and curiosity, ignoring the fact was also more human than anticipated, and willingly giving her over to consumers who only saw her as a lifeless object to use and abuse as they pleased. Natasha deserved better than that. So you did much like you did with the first android, woke her up and brought her home.

   “Its ok Nat” you tell her, enjoying the way her touch feels as her hand moves to the back of your neck, her fingers 

    “Do you want my help, master?”

    You take a moment to think, because to be honest yes, you would love her help. Android or not she was gorgeous, and you know she has the programming to make you feel amazing. But at the same time, you hardly know her yet and you don’t want to take advantage of her. You want her to know she's more than what she was designed for.

   “Do you want to help?”

   She's a bit taken aback by this question. She's well aware of what she was designed for, she knows her programing. And since you are her creator she figured you would expect her to carry out those things without hesitation or question. Having a choice isn’t something she really expected. But then again knowing what she does about you, it does make sense. You are incredibly kind, and have been nothing but gentle and patient with both her and Wanda. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t understand the other androids infatuation with you.

   “Yes” she admits, “Please master, let me help you feel good?”

    You spin in your office chair to face her, “If that's what you really want, then go ahead baby”

   She ignores the way the pet name makes her feel and lowers herself to her knees in front of you, letting her hands caress your thighs as her hands move up towards the waistline of your boxers. She eagerly pulls them down, feeling herself getting even more aroused by the sight of your dick. She looks up at you through her lashes, and you have to hold back an audible groan at the sight. She continues to hold eye contact as she lowers her mouth to take the head of your cock. You hum in approval as she gently sucks, running her tongue along the underside.

   “Feels so good baby” you praise, watching her through hooded eyes as she gets accustomed to having you in her mouth

    Determined to take all of you, she relaxes her throat and lowers her head even further. Without thinking your hand flys to the back of her head to guide her until her lips are meeting your skin and she's gagging. Your first instinct is to apologize for forcing yourself down her throat but when you open your mouth only a moan escapes you

   She hums around you, letting you know she's content with this, while also causing you to twitch inside her. Spurred on by feeling this she begins to bob her head up and down at a steady pace, pulling a symphony of sounds from you in the process

   Wrapped up in each other, neither of you hear the patterning of soft footsteps making their way towards your office, or the sound of the nearly shut door creaking open, “Master, are you oka- oh.”

  She stands there, mouth agape as she takes in the scene before her. Seeing Natasha taking you down her throat has her feeling both incredibly between her legs, but also a bit jealous that the other android had been allowed to partake in this task first. When the redhead's eyes flick over to her she whimpers, which is what finally gains your attention.

   Your head turns to her, and you're filled with guilt at her finding you like this. You didn’t want to upset her, or make her think anything was different between the two of you. But then you notice the way her thighs are clenched together and how her teeth sink into her bottom lip

   “Come here princess” She quickly obliges and comes to stand right next to your office chair, “Natasha has programming you don’t, she's using it right now to take care of me. Would you like to learn how to do this too?”

   She eagerly nods, “Yes master, I want to take care of you too”

   “What do you think, baby?” you ask, looking down at Nat, “Wanna teach Wanda?”

   She nods and reaches out to take the brunette's hand, pulling her down to her knees as well. Wanda watches as the other android slows down a bit, letting her uneducated friend observe every movement of her tongue, lips and head. After a few moments of this however, you can no longer stand the slow pace. You gently shove her head back down your shaft, further and faster than her own movements and she gets the idea. She continues at the speed you set for her.

   “Fuck…just like that Natty”

   The nickname that spills from your lips has something unusual stirring within her chest, but she doesn’t have time to focus on it as her focus is solely getting you over the edge. She reaches a hand up to fondle your balls and Wanda watches in awe as your abdominal muscles tighten and a heavenly sound of pleasure leaves you.

   Natasha stays still for a moment, letting you empty everything you had into her awaiting mouth before she pulls away with an audible pop. She pants lightly as she looks up at you, not used to her systems working at such a pace but she is clearly not having any troubles

   “Did I do good, master?” she asks, clearly a bit nervous despite the way she just drained you

   You reach out and cup her face, “You did so good, baby. I haven’t felt anything like that in quite some time”

   She smiles proudly at you before her attention is taken away by Wanda tugging on her shirt sleeve, “Do you….do you think you could walk me through it my first time? Watching was helpful, but I still fear it would not be an entirely pleasurable experience for our master without some more guidance”

   “Oh you are adorable” she lets slip before she can process it, causing both of them to have cheeks as pink as the carnations growing in your garden. You don’t call either of them out on it though, you let them have their bonding moment, “I can instruct you, as long as master is alright with that”

   “Of course” you reply, looking at both of them with pure adoration. Who would have guessed that the androids you created for work projects would wind up being so much more. They truly were your partners now, robotic or not. And you couldn’t imagine life without either of them.

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[katsukikitten]

Villain!fem reader x subby!prohero deku

Warnings: stepping, degradation, bondage,

No editing or beta read, 2.7k I don't wanna talk about how it's Izuku 😂

They made it too easy, much too easy. Making you grow bored even as you marvel at the fresh jewelry that shines across your throat, fingers and wrist, black bag at your back, heavy with loose diamonds and whatever else you could get your sharp claws on.

Along with some delicious black mail the small jewelry store owner had in his "hidden" vault under the floorboards beneath an oversized desk that exaggerated his importance, which you found was a common thing among men.

Heroes especially, making a pissing contest of how many people they could save. Who loved them the most. They needed rankings that correlated with their pay as if that wasn't concerning enough, the hero commission had more government subsidies than any other organization including public schools and services.

But in the end it proves one thing and one thing only, money is power.

And you loved both.

Combat boots hitting the concrete and weaving through the alley with ease as the pro hero struggles to keep up. He doesn't even bother to yell stop anymore, he just breathes heavily, green electricity sparking across his muscles as he struggles to keep pace.

"Do you like diamonds, Zuzu?" You ask stopping in your tracks to brandish your wrist covered in the sparkling gems. He quickly digs in his heels, bringing his hulking frame to a halt as he tries to grab onto your wrist.

Moving with unnatural relaxes, ducking and weaving his assault as the frustration grows on his face. Emerald eyes set hard; he flounders every attack and falls for every feint.

"Hey." A bite to your voice, kicking him harshly in his chest before taking the enforced rope at your side and quickly restraining the bulking hero, "I asked you a question."

Stomping your boot onto his chest and he lets out a long loud groan. You had fought the pro several times before and not once did he make a sound like that. Devilish smile to your lips as you pull harder on the unbreakable rope making it tighter on his wrists. He pants as he struggles, fighting against the smothering effect of the restraint that mutes his quirk. Green electricity lighting up his handsome freckled face as you watch him squirm in delight,watching his muscles flex in his skin tight suit.

"Ya know if I didn't know any better," You purr, digging your heel into his ribs making him gasp, jade eyes blown wide, "I'd think you'd like this."

"I-I don't." He pants, swallowing down a whimper as a malicious cat smile pulls your lips up.

"You don't?" A giggle as you lean closer, putting more weight on his chest, "Big strong Deku-chan doesn't like to feel small?"

This time a whimper does escape his scarred lips and you smile, rising back to your full height. Thick thighs pushing at the ground for leverage but the rope was just an extension of your quirk. Sapping the energy from his body faster than he could produce, sweat beads on his brow and you notice how bulge. Taking the toe of your other boot to ghost over the outline of it. Once, twice, and a third time as it grows to attention and when you press harder than you should he lets out a throaty, delicious moan, letting his head fall back with freckled cheeks flushed. Emerald eyes avoiding yours at all cost .

"Please." It's so soft and you let out a loud laugh.

"Begging already?" Pressing harder and he whines so pretty, making arousal pool between your thighs, "Ya wanna be called a good boy that badly?"

Sadistic giggle when he screws his eyes shut, nudging his balls and you watch him bite his lip.

"Zuzu ⁠♡." Sickeningly sweet before it goes dangerously low as you add more pressure, pulling harder at his restraints, "I asked you a question."

"Yes ma'am!" He squeaks, "I want to be a good boy."

He feels dizzy, only ever becoming this submissive when he was exhausted, his body weak and unresponsive aside from his twitching cock from your words and foot.

Even then it was never this easy for him to feel so fuckin high. He blames your quirk but your plush mouth isn't helping.

"Aaahh that's good." You caress his cock gently before yanking him up, moving your planted foot to his stomach making it difficult for him to breathe. Kneeling so you can be nose to nose as you watch saliva gather in the corner of his mouth that he swallowed thickly, "Are you like this for just anybody?"

"N-no ma'am." Deep green eyes hazed so beautifully, "Just for you."

"You just want me to call you a good boy." He whimpers when the rope pulls so tight it starts to make his fingers numb, "But you've got to earn it."

"Yes ma'am."

You giggle, plenty of men have been in Izuku's position, some bigger, with long red hair, some smaller with ruby red wings and others that you couldn't even bother to remember.

"Should I collar you? Keep you as my own pretty boy?" He squirms under your scrutinizing gaze as you tap your claw to your lower lip.

He swallows again, he shouldn't, he shouldn't answer this. He was the number three hero and here he was melting for one of the most chaotic villains on the most wanted list.

Slowly so slowly he nods and your smile grows far too big.

Expertly taking the slack of rope to lasso it around his throat binding him now by his wrists and thick neck. Pulling to make him hunch as he follows.

Silently leading him to one of your many safe houses nearby. Pulling him into the apartment that had little to no personal decorations. Almost as if the place was staged for something else.

Dragging the massive man through the apartment until you're standing in the living room,

"On your knees." He falls faster than you thought he would. Even kneeling Izuku was tall, head by your stomach and he'd have to place his plush ass against the heels of his stupid red boots if to be able to eat you properly. You hook a chair with your foot and pull it to you. Sitting on it as if it were your throne while he keeps his eyes glued to you in your body con suit. Watching his Adam's apple bob nervously makes you smile, even wider as you let a heavy silence settle between the two of you. Watching him squirm as he waits impatiently for your command.

"Kiss it." You purr, lifing your boot to his mouth, he leans over without hesitation and kisses the steel toe shoe, "Lick it."

He takes the broad of his wet muscle and licks it as tears come to his eyes.

"And this one." You switch feet and he obeys. Giving it a kiss before another swipe of his tongue.

"Do you like me, Zuzu bear?" You ask and he nods, "Think I'm pretty?"

"Yes ma'am. Gorgeous, stunning. Strong." He sighs the last word, long lashes fluttering.

You wrap your legs around his neck pulling him to you. His nose pressed right against your clothed cunt, burying his face in further. Taking a fist full of his curly emerald hair and pulling him back harsh enough to make his scalp burn. Looking down into his eyes and it's like he's looking up at a God. It makes your cunt throb.

"I like compliments Izuku." You purr his name, grabbing at your breast roughly and he whines. Imagining the weight of it in his hands. Thinking of all the times you've pressed yourself against him in a teasing manner and he salivates. You push him roughly away from you and he catches himself with his sheer strength of his core alone. Settling himself on the heels of his feet.

You hook your claw on the front zipper to your suit and pull it down until it exposes not only your breasts but your pretty cunt. Your other hand slowly tracing the skin until you gently cup yourself and watch his face contort.

"Ma'am, may I compliment you more?"

"You may." You spread your lips to expose your slick folds, fingers going through them making such a nice sound.

"You always smell so nice, even when I've been chasing you for hours. Your skin is soft in my palms and the way you look right now, you were right to put me on my knees. I should be worshiping every inch of you." Lighting dances under his skin again and it makes the rope glow. The surge of power makes you bite the inside of your cheek, makes the coil in your stomach tight.

Fingers swirling over your clit as he showers you with compliments. Not moving an inch despite how badly he wants to be buried between your thighs. Whining when he watches you buck against your own hand. Small digits disappear into your tight heat making a soft squelch echo around the room as your other hand furiously works your clit. Big eyes staring at you, whimpering as he watches you pleasure yourself. Fighting against the restraints with twitching fingers and the burst of energy makes you cum on your own fingers with a loud moan.

"May I have the honor of cleaning you up ma'am?"

"Who would have thought the goody two shoes hero would be such a fucking pevert?" You giggle, removing your hands and spreading your legs, "You may."

He hovers over you for a moment as he waits for your command.

"Kiss it." He leans down and presses the softest kiss to your cunt, before your voice goes dark, "Lick it."

Quickly he dives into your heat, letting his wet muscle lap at your cunt as he groans at the taste that coats his tongue. Sucking and lapping harder as if he'd never have the chance to eat something this delicious again. Tears in his eyes as he thrusts up into nothing, forcing his tongue into your still contracting cunt.

Groaning as his cock throbs painfully, covering the inside of his hero suit with white sticky ropes putting him in an uncomfortable dampness.

"Zuzu did you just cum without my permission?" You giggle, a breathy sound as he tries to hide his embarrassment by eating you with more fervor. Carding your fingers into his hair again to yank his hair back, tears stuck in his lashes as his cheeks burn bright red.

"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry, you just taste so fucking good." He whines and yelps when your boot presses against his mess.

"Don't you want to be a good boy for me?"

"More than anything!" He sounds desperate, more tears in his eyes and he looks so fucking pretty like this.

"Then let me use you." You shove his face back into your cunt and drag his nose across your clit as you grind into his face. Uncaring that he might be struggling to breathe but his whining groans proved he could.

He eats you once you let up on your grip, sucking at the sensitive bud until your legs are shaking around his head and his cock stands at attention again.

"Ah Izuku! Izuku I'm going to cum. Good boy. Good boy!" You moan, grinding roughly into his face once again as you let your head fall back. Chest heaving before you shove him away. His face covered in your slick, falling from his tongue with his own spit as he looks more fucked out than you.

"Stand." He obeys, again his strong core giving him an advantage. He towers over you, even when you stand yourself and yet still looking down at you he acts as if he sees God.

"Sit." Pointing to the chair and he obeys. Groaning when you zip down the fabric of his hero suit and expose his sloppy cock. Covered in his pre and cum. You giggle, wrapping your manicured fingers around his thick length and giving it a teasing pump.

"So messy." You play with his cock for a moment longer as he burns the sight of your hand on him into his memory. Thrusting up into your touch with a desperate whine.

"This cock is so pretty. I could just sit on it." You sigh.

"Use me, please use me." He looks up at you with pleading eyes, frustrated tears in his eyes again. Even his lip is quivering and the sight makes your cunt clench around nothing.

"You'll let me ride you like a dildo? Won't cum til I say so?"

"Yes ma'am. I'll be good. I won't make a sound." You grab his chin harshly, your nails biting into his freckled cheeks as you snarl.

"I didn't tell you to be quiet. I told you not to cum until I say so. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am." He breathes out heavily before you shove his head away. Straddling him and slowly lowering yourself into his cock. The burn making your mouth part into a constant O as Izuku watches himself disappear inside your velvet walls, panting.

"You're like a bitch in heat." You comment and he nods in agreement. Groaning when you've taken him to the hilt. Giving a teasing pace of not enough for him but just enough for you as his cock head brushes over your g spot just right. His dark pubes giving the perfect friction for your throbbing clit. Teasing him for well over an hour as he throws his head back, feeling you flutter around him for the fourth time, your drooling cunt soaking his lap and the chair below him.

His breath comes out in almost unsatisfied groans, it feels good. So good. But he needs more, needs to be able to fuck up into you.

"You want to move?" You dig your claws into his shaking shoulders, drawing blood as you bring them down to his chest. His cock twitches in your heat.

"I want to please you ma'am."

"Then please me." You lean closer to him, lips a breath away from his, "Come on Zuzu, be a good boy and make me cream on your cock."

He wishes he had control of his hands, he wants to dig his scarred fingers into the fat of your hips and bounce you on his cock while he thrusts up with reckless abandon.

For now he thrusts up into you as best he can. Roughly hitting your sweet spot over and over making you moan long and loud. Hardly putting in any effort, just like before as you take your claws all over his chest and shoulders. Not caring that you were leaving red ribbons in your wake.

"Fuck Izuku." Breath caught in your throat as he continues to fuck up into your tight heat before the coil in your stomach snaps. Making your cunt squeeze him tightly as you let out a long loud moan, bucking against him through your orgasm.

"M-ma'am. I'm close I'm so close." He whines, still going since you never asked him to stop.

"You are?" A sadistic smile on your lips.

"Yes ma'am I am." He cries out, biting his lip until he tastes blood. You feel good around him, so warm and wet. Squeezing him so nicely and his sac is tightening with his abdomen.

Suddenly you pop off of him and a frustrated sob racks through his body as he slumps forward, hard cock throbbing painfully with no relief.

"Why?" It's so small and defeated it makes you laugh loudly.

"Oh silly Zuzu. You came without my permission earlier. Only good boys are allowed to cum." You pull him to his feet by the rope around his throat. Tucking his rock hard, soaked cock back into his shamefully sticky pants. Shoving him through the front door before pulling him by the rope close to your face.

"I'll see ya around won't I?" He gives a nod with a sniffle before you take your rope. Shoving him further into the hall before slamming the door shut in his face, sighing as you think a shower sounds devine.

Not realizing all the while a pair of bromine eyes caught the entire exchange through your open window.

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A World of Pure Imagination

Author's Note: This chapter took longer than expected, but here it is! Things are picking up now! Also, who else didn't know giraffes had milk? I certainly didn't think about that, lol.

Enjoy the chapter! ♥️

Chapter 4: A Big Night Out, Indeed

Yin woke up to someone gently shaking his shoulder, making him groan sleepily.

"Yin. Wake up. It's time." A familiar voice whispered into his ear, making him open his eyes. Despite his blurred vision, he recognized the gorgeous face looking down at him.

"Willy?" Yin sat up immediately and took in his surroundings. He realized he wasn't in Noodle's room but Willy's room. He felt a blush creep onto his cheeks and neck. Willy didn't seem to notice.

"Come on. I still need your help." Willy told him, gentle smile on his face. Yin pulled himself out of the bed and slipped his boots on. Once he did, Wonka placed his hand on Yin's back as he guided him to the laundry room; an action that made Yin tremble.

"What do you need help with, Willy?" Yin asked as they took a different route to the laundry room where the others, except for Noodle, were getting ready to work.

"I need your help with Tiddles." Wonka replied. Yin was confused, but he let Willy explain. "I have already dealt with Bleacher. Noodle is handling Mrs. Scrubbit. What I want you to do is help me get Tiddles."

Yin was a bit nervous. Tiddles was one aggressive dog, but he shrugged, deciding to trust Willy. "All right. What do we need to do?"

"You'll see." Willy said to Yin before giving him a smile and a wink.

Yin felt a blush creep onto his cheeks and pressed his lips together to prevent any noise from coming out of his mouth. He sighed after a few seconds.

'I really like him, don't I?' He thought to himself before following Willy.

🎵Then you stick it in the barrel

Scrub, scrub🎵

The sound of the workers' familiar singing as Yin helped Willy push a cart.

Then, Willy and Yin went into a separate room of the laundry room. Everyone, to Yin's surprise, was struggling a bit with work today. Willy showed Yin a piece of fabric; Yin recognized at a piece of Willy's pants.

🎵Oh Tiddles

Here's your chance

To chew my mailman pants🎵

Willy shook the fabric towards the sleeping dog. This alerted the pooch, and he started to run towards the two, barking.

Once the dog was in, Willy closed the door. Yin, with some hesitation, jumped and grabbed the dog with all his strength. "Gotcha, big boy."

"Nice work, Yin. I knew you could do it." Willy praised and patted his shoulder.

Yin bit his bottom lip before smiling as he struggled to keep Tiddles calm in his arms. "Now what?" He asked Willy. "Bring him over here. I think it's time Tiddles finds himself a new hobby." Willy with a playful smirk.

🎵Something must be going on

Cause we never change our song

Scrub, scrub🎵

Yin chuckled at his friends. Something was going on already.

Willy took Tiddles and told Yin to close his eyes. Yin did so without question. He heard some mechanical whirring, Tiddles whines of protest, and Willy's humming. After a few minutes...

"All right. Are you ready to see my latest invention, Yin?" Willy asked the pretty young man.

"Yeah. I'm ready." Yin replied.

"Okay. Open your eyes."

Yin opened his eyes, and he gasped. Tiddles was tied up to a machine of Willy's creation. Many spinning mechanisms, items that were previously lying around the wash house, and even a track for a cart. All operated by Tiddles walking, chasing after the same piece of fabric Willy showed him earlier.

"Oh my.... you... you built this?!" Yin asked with surprise and awe.

Willy nodded. "I have mentioned that I am an inventor." Yin chuckled. "Yes, you have. But I never knew in this sense." Yin marveled at the machine. "You are a man of many talents." Yin told Willy.

"Why, thank you, Yin. I'm sure you are as well." Willy said with a smile.

Yin blushed lightly. "Now, one more thing you have to do for me, then the rest is up to Noodle." Willy told him. "What's that?" Yin asked. "Gather everyone so they can see this for themselves." Yin nodded. "You got it!" Yin ran back over to the group who were still a bit confused by why things seemed so different.

"Everyone! May I have your attention, please?!" Yin called out to them.

Everyone looked at Yin. "What is it, Yin?" Abacus asked his figurative son.

"I have a creation I must show you. It's an invention that will make your eyes pop out your sockelets." Yin said with a laugh.

Willy snickered at Yin's choice of words.

"Oh. All right. Let's see what you have to show us. Then, we have to get back to work." Piper told Yin.

Yin nodded and led them to the movable wall where he knew Willy is behind with his invention. He knocked on the wall, giving Willy the signal.

The movable wall opened, showing the other workers what was behind it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you a brand new contraption of my creation. An innovation in laundrification." Wonka presented.

The other workers were very confused but also surprised.

🎵Scrub, scrub🎵

"Let me ask you a question. How does Tiddles want to spend all of his time? Chasing after mailmen!"

Tiddles barked in response.

'He actually sounds like an entrepreneur. It's pretty funny but entertaining.' Yin thought to himself.

"And what do Yin and I have to do all day, fellow scrubbers? Please."

🎵Scrub, scrub🎵

"But now, with Willy Wonka's Wild and Wonderful Wishy Washy Wonka Walker -- please don't make me say that again! Tiddles gets to run, and Yin and I can have fun."

Yin felt Willy wrap an arm around his shoulders, and he had to keep himself from freaking out.

🎵Scrub, scrub🎵

Everyone followed the pair, either curious or ready to scold them as they walked to the dumbwaiter. Willy motioned Yin to go in first. Yin did so, followed by Wonka, after he got his coat, hat and cane.

"Just popping out for a bit. We'll be back before roll call. Until then, Tiddles has agreed to..."

🎵Scrub, scrub🎵

The others watched in utter confusion as the dumbwaiter closed.

"Thank you for helping me, Yin. We make a good team." Willy praised Yin as he slipped into the laundry bag he grabbed.

Yin blushed lightly but smiled shyly. "Of course." He replied. "And yeah, we do make a great team." He whispered as he slipped into his respective laundry bag.

Once the dumbwaiter was on the main floor, Yin fell into the laundry cart with the other bags with a thud. Willy followed suit, landing in the cart; but accidentally landed on top of Yin. Yin held back a groan of pain as Noodle pulled the cart of the wash house and towards a nearby alleyway. Once there, Noodle peeked into Wonka's bag.

Willy looked at Noodle. "Really?"

Noodles nodded, and Willy gets out of the laundry bag and hops out of the cart. Noodle then looks again. "Yin? Are you with us?"

Yin peeked out of his laundry bag, the material covering part of his face, where you can only see his (eye color) eyes. He was purposefully trying to hide an obvious blush on his cheeks.

"Yep."

Noodle giggled in amusement, knowing what it meant, before letting Yin escape the confides of the bag and hop out of the cart.

"We did it! Well done, Noodle!" Willy praised the girl.

"I can't believe it worked!" Noodle exclaimed.

"Of course it would work! We do it all the time!" Yin told her with a smile.

Willy exclaimed while taking off his top hat, "Now, wait til you see how much chocolate I made last night! We sell this, and we're gonna -" He paused after pulling out a glass jar. It was completely empty. "Oh no!"

"What's wrong, Willy?" Yin asked.

"Where's the chocolate?" Noodle asked after.

"I don't know how to tell you two this, but... they've been stolen."

"Stolen?" Noodle said.

Wonka hummed in affirmation.

"By who?" Yin asked.

Willy replied, "The Little Orange Man."

"What?" Noodle and Yin said at the same time.

"The Little Orange Man. Didn't I tell you two about him?"

Noodle shook her head. "No, you didn't." She replied. Yin only shook his head.

"He's my nemesis! He's about yay high, comes in the dead of night, and steals all my chocolate. Been happening ever few weeks for the past, ooh... three, four years now." Willy explained animatedly.

Noodle looked like she didn't believe him. "Really?" She asked. Yin, on the other hand, was in the middle. It seemed so random, but he felt like he could believe Willy.

Willy started to speak again, very animatedly. "Sometimes I spy him in that strange realm 'twixt sleep and wake, green hair glinting in the moonlight."

"Green hair?!" Noodle exclaimed in disbelief.

Wonka's tone turned vengeful. "One day I shall catch him, and when I do..."

"Willy? Willy!" Yin snapped the gorgeous boy out of his monologue.

"Yes, Yin." Willy said, back to normal.

Instead, Noodle spoke, "You don't actually expect Yin and I to believe this, do you?"

"Course I do! What other explanation is there?"

"I don't know. That you go to sleep, dream about a little green man..."

"Orange man, green hair." Yin corrected. Willy nodded at Yin.

"... and while you're dreaming, stuff your face with chocolate!" Noodle exclaimed.

Wonka looked mildly offended. "Stuff my face with -" Then he paused and thought about it more. "Actually, that does make a lot more sense. Have I been eating my own chocolate?"

Yin had to repress a laugh at Willy's self-talk, finding it entertaining, endearing, and adorable. Yin shook his head at the thought.

"Why did I ever think this would work?" Noodle asked her.

Wonka was still thinking out loud. "I don't think so." Yin watched Willy think until he heard Noodle again,

"Stupid Silver Linings."

"Hey! There's nothing stupid about his chocolate." Yin defended.

Willy swore he felt his cheeks warm up at Yin, defending him and his creation. "Thank you, Yin." He told him, voice soft.

Noodle looked back at the inventor. "If Mrs. Scrubbit had spotted us, I'd be in the coop right now!" She exclaimed. "And, if she caught Yin, she would've -" She went on but was stopped by Yin grabbing her shoulders.

"Noodle! Calm down. It's okay. She didn't catch us. She won't ever." Yin reassured his friend, rubbing up and down her arms comfortingly.

Noodle looked at her friend, inhaled, and exhaled softly before nodding at him. "Thanks." She whispered. Yin nodded back at her.

Willy spoke up. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? But we can make more chocolate. The only problem is I'm all out of milk."

"That's not a problem." She went over to a door that had milk bottles on the steps and took one. "Milk."

Horrified, Willy takes it. "A), that's stealing." He puts it back. "And C), Willy Wonka does not use any old cow's milk. For this particular creation, I require the milk of a giraffe."

Yin had to stop himself from giggling at Willy's reaction to the milk stealing idea. He found it endearing that Willy didn't want to steal from people. But when he hears about the giraffe part, he looks at him.

"Wait.... giraffes have milk?" He asked softly, more to himself.

Noodle realizes it's easier not to argue with Willy. "Okay, fine. As a matter of fact, there's one at the zoo."

"Bingala!" Willy exclaimed and started to stride off down the alley. Yin let out a muffled snort.

"But a), the zoo's not that way..." Noodle said.

Willy turned back. "Gotcha."

"... and b), they're not just gonna let you just walk into her and milk it."

Yin nodded. "She has a point."

Wonka didn't seem fazed. Instead, he only smiled. "That, my dear friends, is why we're very lucky that little orange man didn't find this."

He tapped the top of his cane. It opened up, revealing a single chocolate in a tiny box.

"What is it?" Yin asked curiously.

"You'll see." Willy told him with a smile.

(Time skip)

It was now nighttime, and Yin and Wonka stood far away as they waited for Noodle. It had begun to snow as they did. Yin loved the snow, so he was mostly distracted as Noodle talked to the security guard.

"You love snow?" Willy asked, shaking Yin out of his trance. He looked at the beautiful magician and nodded his head. "Yeah. I always have." He replied softly. Willy gave him a gentle smile that made Yin's heart skip a beat. But before he could say anything else, Noodle came back. Willy turned to her.

"Well done, Noodle."

"Thanks. What was that chocolate really?" She asked. Yin, now paying attention, was curious about it too.

"It's called "A Big Night Out," a single chocolate that perfectly mimics a night on the town." They looked at the security office, seeing the guard's silhouette behind the blind.

"The outer layer is champagne truffle." Willy explained.

The guard put the chocolate in his mouth. "Ooh! Lovely!"

"Next comes a layer of white wine. Then red. That's when the singing and dancing start." Willy continued.

After he said that, the guard started to sing and dance. "We're gonna have a party tonight!"

"It's when he hits the layer of whiskey fudge he'll get emotional." Willy kept going.

On cue, the guard slumped into his chair, weeping. "She was the one woman I ever loved!"

"He might do something reckless." Willy warned.

The security guard then picked up a phone and dials. He started talking to this girl named Gwen, or Gwennie, as he called her and proclaimed his love for her.

Yin couldn't help but start snickering at the scene. It was just too funny. He had to hold onto something to keep himself from falling. Luckily, Willy and Noodle both grabbed an arm, keeping him steady until he stopped giggling. Willy found it adorable.

"Finally, he hits some old port from the back of the cupboard and..." Willy paused, then the guard passed out.

Noodle and Yin were impressed. "That's a pretty powerful chocolate!" Noodle exclaimed. "Thank you." Willy said.

"He will be alright, won't he?" Yin asked. Despite him laughing at the guard's expense, he was still concerned about his well-being.

"Of course! At the center is a tiny aspirin, which fizzes on his tongue as he sleeps. He'll wake up in the morning with an aftertaste of shame and regret, but come five o'clock tomorrow, he'll have a strange urge to do it all again." Willy explained as he went to the security window and pulled a lever, opening the zoo gate.

Yin was floored. 'He's a genius! And thoughtful!' He thought to himself. 'How is he so perfect?' Yin shook his head again at the thought and followed Willy and Noodle as they entered the zoo.

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[raribella]

Epiphany | CL16

Summary: Based on Epiphany by Taylor Swift (if you want to listen while reading it would add a nice gloom). Charles Leclerc's girlfriend works for the Ferrari F1 Team and faces the other end of having a driver boyfriend in motorsport after he gets in a horrific crash.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

Genre: angst, fluff in the end if you squint.

Involves: A car accident, descriptions of injury, descriptions of a panic attack, crying, fainting, mentions of medical urgency and care, motorsport terms, hospital, blood.

Word count: 2,2k

This is a work of fiction. Any celebrity mentioned does not behave as written and I do not know them in real life. I am writing this story solely for my own entertainment and the marvel or comfort of any readers.

As this is placed in the Formula 1 universe, this does not refer to any real race, event or tragedy, nor do I want any incidents to happen in real life.

Her laugh echoed in his head along with the loud, piercing "beep" coming from his ears, every race y/n would knock on his helmet, asking for him to keep it safe. The team hadn't locked the Hans device to his helmet before the race, and his neck went way forward with the collision - but it wasn't the worst thing caused by it. The crimson F1-75 was slammed against the wall, the front wing was absolutely scrunched and missing some scattered pieces along the track. It was a red flag. The whole paddock went silent. His thigh was making him want to grunt in pain, but he couldn't make himself turn on his radio mic and voice what had happened, his vision was a bit blurry and he didn't want to make the injury real by saying it out loud.

Y/n felt paralyzed. Her whole body felt cold on the inside and it felt like her throat was slowly parting. She looked slowly at some engineers at the Ferrari pit wall and Binotto was already looking at her, half apologetically, half giving her permission to leave her work. Being a strategic engineer for the Ferrari team while dating their main driver felt like a dream until about a minute ago. While running rapidly in the track limits, she didn't realize what she was doing until some volunteers and the medical team stopped her, not far from the car. Her legs were now hot and her feet burning a little, she was panting, the huffs of air causing tiny vapor clouds to leave her mouth.

"Ma'am, please calm down, will you be the one accompanying him to the hospital?" Y/n listened to the question, her brain took some time to put the words together coherently, and she couldn't really answer anything right now. "I- I... I don't know, I need to see him," there it was, the ripping throat. It kind of burned. Her voice was heavy and breaking. "please."

An old lady was on his left, wearing the same red cross printed under the neon vest. She seemed a little more emphatic and put her arm around the distressed girl to take her closer. It wasn't right, what she was doing. But there was too much panic in her eyes for her to be able to proceed whithout seeing Charles.

Y/n was still a couple feet away from the car when the lady stopped her. The team was preparing to take the driver out of his seat via airlift, he had passed out. She frowned a little. Her eyes kept traveling fast through the whole scene; some people were already taking tiny pieces from the track, the medical car was stopped close by, already opened, the front wing was scrunched against the wall, and... his legs were accommodated by the front wing, there was too much of the car into the wall, what had happened? Her gaze flew over in his direction again, and, there was a vivid red by his thighs, staining the suit. Her breath started to feel and sound too fast, and that one old lady was already prompting her arms out in order to distance her again. Y/n turned to that first man from before "Si- Sir, I think he's bleeding out" Her eyes were completely wide, paralyzation hitting her again as she was basically being pushed to the side of the medical car. While the man lingered a firm gaze with her for a while, she tried to plea with a look. She couldn't cause any more fuss or delay Charles from getting the needed attention. The reality was suddenly hitting her too loudly, everyone was still there, everything was still expectantly quiet, attentive eyes, curious mouths, and a bunch of cameras filled the paddock. There was a whole Grand Prix taking place, this was her job as well, no place no scream or cry, even though she desperately needed to.

After that, everything seemed to go by in some sort of haze. Her mouth agape in a slight "o" while the driver - boyfriend - was taken out and put in a rescue board, everything happening too slowly inside her head. Y/n bit her whole lower lip in an attempt to keep tears at bay. It took a while to notice the man inside the medical car signaling with his hand for her to enter. After blinking her eyes strongly and shaking her head, in an attempt to clear both her thoughts and her vision of the whole scene going by, she went inside.

Though she was relieved she could be with Charles at that moment, by his side while he got medical attention, y/n thought she was internally falling down at the side of the man laid down, slowly breathing in and out, while a limited, few-people team was taking emergency care of him. His thigh was, indeed, bleeding, since there was a piece of the car that cut his skin in a deep flesh wound after being creased from the inside. One young lady in the car was setting some IV up but had her attention on the way y/n held Charles' hand through her safety latex gloves - med school did not ever cover being apathetic to the expression of fear in someone's face like that; the raw feeling of the woman on the other side of the car, making her reflect on how was the couple's life.

"Doc, I think he... How can we avoid more blood loss? I'm afraid he could crash out." She tried to say it calmly, in a low voice - if the woman couldn't possibly avoid for y/n to hear the team handling the trauma, she wanted to at least keep her from being startled. Y/n looked to her right, the man who was avoiding her to come closer before was in fact the doctor operating most of the damage control they could before getting to the hospital. Her eyes kept going wide, she looked from the man to the injury and avoided it turning her gaze to the door, she sniffed, hoping they could arrive soon.

Charles' situation was not bad after all, the surroundings after the crash, the dust, the unconsciousness, and the blood might have scared everyone along with the memory and the knowledge of how crashes can be dangerous in the fastest modality of motorsport. He needed a CT scan on account of the fainting, and after having his thigh cleansed and stitched, he was in a private room with his left leg up and a cervical collar, with the promise that Binotto would arrive as soon as possible after the race.

Y/n's scare, however, was barely minimized; although she had the news that all the procedures went fine and Charles himself was not further harmed, she had yet to get to see him awake. With only 20 minutes of her own body shutting down into some sleep after she was sent with him to a room, she dreamt of seeing his eyes, his smile, or even listening to his voice, though only in a bare grunt, thirsty for water - that, and only that, would give her the glimpse of relief she needed to end that day, to compensate, make sense of everything she saw, from the car starting to fail on a tiny screen to an unconscious injured boyfriend being carried around.

She was warned about the pain-meds Charles had taken before, and the scary IV was still there by his side, but still, y/n couldn't take her body away from the hospital bed, watching him closely, drawing every detail in her mind. She had decided to get away from the phone as soon as the important information was sent to those who mattered, desperately needing to get away from the drama.

Minutes after, when her chin was rested on the bed and her eyes were starting to give up on the promise of being there when he woke up, needing to surrender in rest after the agitated day, y/n felt a hand caressing her hair ever so slightly. Energy jolted back to her veins and she looked up quickly to find his semi-open eyes, that blue and green mixture barely visible yet and a weak smile forming on his lips. She giggled, reaching some sort of high before actually getting up and helping Charles to a sip of water.

"Sorry for the scare, little one" it came a little raspy, but she couldn't help letting out a huge sigh, and while her body relaxed, a natural "I love you" left her lips without any supervision. "What are you feeling?" she was worried about making him think or talk too much and had the knowledge that he needed to rest, but he was there, and she just couldn't help herself. "I'm... well, good, thinking of the circumstances, thinking a lot about what this means to the championship, though... It was an ugly crash and I got a DNF-" He stopped when seeing her expression, it seemed all involuntary, but she was frowning and lightly shaking her head "Okay, no, I'm sorry we're not gonna- we won't talk about the accident." He had fallen used to be very technical in conversations, mainly from interviews after races, but he knew y/n wasn't being technical and was probably overstressed to have witnessed the crash. He wasn't feeling all good about it himself, he got scared, but it was his job - to be there taking the high-speed risk.

"I asked Pierre to bring your favorite blanket," She said, chuckling through her nose a little. "the blankets here suck, and I thought you'd like it when you woke up..." She sighed again, it would probably not be the last time, she needed to let the fear out of her system and she was also too relieved for him to be there. "He's coming with Binotto after the race, but we'll need it back at home, so I need you to get up and going, okay?" They both smiled with the optimistic plea.

Y/n took a sip of water herself, before getting him some more. Processing the shock and the fear and the tears were no good, and now that they were subsiding, it left room for her mind to go back to the workplace and bring a little anxiety. She should be analyzing if there was something wrong with the car if it was a mistake or mainly if someone else had hit him, but she knew the team was making a good job at that. Charles reached his hand to her leg when he noticed it was bouncing. "You know, the painkillers are working fine, but having this beau in front of me is probably making it all even better." He stated in a foolish way of getting her in the moment again.

She laughed soundly. Thank God. Y/n placed both hands over his, caressing it a bit. "You're on morphine, amore. But thanks for the generous compliment. I probably look a mess..." Another sigh, they were both smiling now, exchanging glances.

They still probably had a while before everyone arrived, and Charles probably needed to sleep, but he refused to waste this moment with y/n, he refused not to show her that he was here and he was fine. He would hopefully be with her for a long time still; 3 summers was already feeling like so little when weighed out with how much they have lived together. Some would say that it took a scare in life for you to realize you need to take some things a step further, and, though he was basically on drugs right now, the ferrari driver wouldn't deny giving your future some thought.

"You scared me so bad... what would I do without you," she vented, at last getting rid of the final bad thoughts, clueless to the ones on his mind until the last bit, when they seemed to have gotten in sync. "I would not be alright, you know, I can't imagine a life without you." Charles shook any decisions off, sticking to the simple for now. "When I get out of here we're gonna do everything, we're gonna go for a walk, see the stars, and I'm gonna hold your hand... like this. We'll go to the little market you like, and buy something silly. I'll get you pain au chocolat from that little shop down there, and we could sit on the benches outside while we watch the fountain... people going by... and I'm gonna kiss you like I kissed you on our birthday."

She smiled, relaxed. At that moment y/n wanted to daydream with him for the rest of the day. "And where are you going to get the time to do all that, stronzo?" Another round of chuckles filled the room at the sound of his loud "I will!". "Yeah, but you need to rest, okay?" she offered, and he was about to insist for a while, but the girl beat him to it "I'll be right here, trust me I'll not leave your side. They would have to drag me away from your bed like in the movies." With that, and another wave of medicine effects hitting him, Charles relaxed offering her a last smile before closing his eyes again, and right there some sort of epiphany hit y/n about the essential meaning of it all. Him, being there, and the love they shared and the fun they had sharing jobs in the same universe. Just the sense of relief she needed before dozing off again, even if only for another twenty minutes, before everyone else arrived.

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Marvel HCs ❤️‍🩹

Period Troubles

Loki

• He would absolutely panic.

• He would think you're dying if you bleed through you're pants because he doesn't understand mortal anatomy.

• He has no idea what you'd need nor would he go to ask. You'd have to tell him.

Bucky

• This man would also think you were dying if you bleed through your clothes until he realizes you're on your period

• Cuddles. Lots of cuddles. This man is warm enough to be a heating pad/hot water bottle.

• He takes you shopping for snacks and sanitary products.

Steve

• He would keep track of your period to make sure he would know when you're on it.

• Like Bucky this man is warm so lots of cuddles.

• He would go over board on buying you snacks and sanitary products.

Tony

• His reaction to you telling him you're on your period is the gif above.

• Has J.A.R.V.I.S./F.R.I.D.A.Y. scan you so he knows about your flow, your pain levels, and your mood.

• He would hand you one of those Visa gift cards so you can get whatever you need to help your cravings and get sanitary products.

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The Night is Far Too Long Without You ~ Jude Jazza (POV) x Reader

A little something I made for @judejazza a little while back because soft Jude

Jude Jazza x Reader Genre: light angst, hurt/comfort, fluff WC: 682

Another day passes and my head is filled with thoughts of you once again as I try to drink enough to get to sleep. I know I’d sent you away. Your month was up, you were meant to live in the light, not be tainted by my darkness; and yet I can’t seem to stop the ache in my heart when I remember your smile, your laugh, your voice.

I throw back the rest of my drink, roughly thumping the glass onto the table before moving to the window and finding a bright star you’d pointed out one night while we were cuddled together. It was your star now, at least in my mind. I would look to it whenever I needed reassurance that there was a chance we were doing something together. We could possibly be looking at the star at the same time.

I light a cigarette, eagerly inhaling the dark smoke and letting it pervade my body. I’m mad at myself and that has turned into being angry with the world. Why couldn’t I just tell you the truth. Why couldn’t I tell you that I selfishly wanted to keep you by my side for the rest of your life and never let you go despite knowing what would be best for you is anything but me.

A quiet knock at the door made the anger boil just a little hotter. Can’t even get a moment’s peace in the middle of the night now could I.

I stalk over to the door and throw it open, freezing in my tracks, eyes wide.

“Fuck, I’m hallucinating.”

I close the door again and shake my head attempting to clear the fog. Another set of knocks followed by the sound of a voice calling my name fills my ears and I can feel my lifeless heart roaring back to life as I once again open the door and find you standing there.

“What are you doing here?” I grumble, trying desperately to keep my excitement down, to keep my hopes from rising on the chance that you’re here to smash them down.

“Ellis told me everything, Jude.”

God I missed the sound of your voice saying my name, I hardly processed what you’d said, instead focusing on the way just seeing your face, the way you awkwardly fidget with your sleeves and chew on your lower lip.

“I missed you so much, and when he told me that you had become miserable since I’d left I had to come back, I needed—!”

I cut off your words with a firm kiss, pulling you into my arms and clinging tightly to you. I could feel emotions choking my throat—an entirely unfamiliar experience in my adult life. Is this real? Am I dreaming? I honestly don’t care, I just know I have you in my arms, my lips on yours and your soft moans flooding my ears and making everything stir to life.

“I was an idiot.” I say, finally releasing you from the kiss. Your lips are swollen and wet from my ravenous attack but the intense hope in your eyes breaks the last of my restraint.

Between kisses I tell you how angry I was with myself for pushing you away. I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off you, trying to memorize every curve and line of your body in case this dream was to end abruptly.

“I missed you too,” you whispered, breath heavy and panting as I pull you into my room and shut the door behind me.

I lead you over to the couch by the window and marvel at the sight of you once again in my room with the silver moonlight framing you like the most delicate painting.

Never again, I vow to myself. I will never again push you away.

I settle onto the couch and you don’t hesitate to curl up beside me, resting your head against my chest and moving my arm to drape across you.

I hear the contented sigh you breathe out and I finally feel at peace again.

Taglist: @judejazza @aquagirl1978, @themiscarnival @abundance-pathchooser @xbalayage @maries-gallery @randonauticrap @queengiuliettafirstlady

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