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wonyrs · 7 months

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౨ৎ like the movies

pairing enha hyungs x fem reader genre fluff , established relationship, scenarios warning cursing

lee heeseung | embarrassing and embarrassed

will definitely yell out "I LOVE YOU" in the loudest voice he can muster up before dropping u off to class and won't leave until u yell it back. he does this with the most shit eating grin ever

he's so dreamy when ure together but sometimes he just gets that burst of energy where he absolutely NEEDS to do something that makes u question why u even liked him

"um she asked for no pickles 🤓☝️"

he buys u guys those ugly "if lost return to her" "hi im her" shirts and forces u to wear them everytime u go on a date

unironically likes it and is a proud matching shirt buyer

everytime u post he'll spam ur comments with all the compliments in the entire world, tags all his friends and old people he doesn't even know saying shit like "hey this is my gf you know my gf go follow my gf"

"hey babe does my hair look good?" and its a picture of him smoldering, showing off his godly jawline. probably thinks hes the sexiest guy alive (he is)

park jongseong | chivalrous and princess

u guys saw that one vlog w his mom? jay literally gave her the more appetizing plate while he just dumped everything on his

opens the car door, cooks ur meals, helps u w hw, and even buys ur parents flowers everytime he visits

"open the door for a big surprise (not clickbait)!" and he doordashed u ur fav foods after his spidey sense told him u felt down

ok i imagine him buying a 100-recipe cook book and making every dish whenever u stay over

"but babe i'm ful-" "please just one more, i promise this will be the last"

spoiler alert- it's not! dw tho, extra servings get sent to ur friends/family. ur mom teaches him some of her special recipes while ur dad is his assistant chef (taste tester)

he's a gentleman, yes thats true. but once u too get real comfortable w/ each other is when the side of chivalry u never knew existed revealed itself

he pampers u when ure tired but still likes to tease u if he sees the oppurtunity to. ex: massaging ur legs after an intense cardio workout, "ur feet are smelling kinda stinky. no need to worry, i'll lick the dirt away for u babe 😉 " NASTY.

he pays for all ur cafeteria meals and always says something along the lines of "let's go out on saturday, except ure paying for everything"

do u ever end up paying? no.

he'll distract u the moment ure at the counter and pays w his card before u can even look back. "i guess they gave us a free discount for being their best customers 🤷" u know what he did even if he won't admit

it's okay, u buy him a cheeseburger using ur free mcdonalds app awards

sim jaeyun | rizzler and rizzed

no lies here: sim jaeyun is the dreamiest man ever

casually explaining to him what happened in ur day blah blah, u look to ur right and the softest eyes are staring at u with so much love u almost combust

but not only was he staring at u, bro was unconsciously licking his lips, tilting his head and holding ur fingers so delicately like it might break any second (cute and sexy?) u had to stop talking for a sec and scream into ur hand

ESP AT SCHOOL DUDE he'll run to u after a soccer match and hug u so tight ur friends start puking

like ewww sweat but at the same time omggg ur bf's sweat 😝 u still have to push him off before u starting stinking too tho

he's defo the type to lift his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his face and it kills u everytime... u look to see if anyone's looking before snapping a quick pic (who wouldn't)

when u guys r studying together, he'll either pull u by the waist or by ur chair so u can get closer to him without having to stand up

struggling to see the paper? no need to fear, dikeu is here :3

he'll slide his hand (purposely) under ur shirt and scooch u over to his side of the table, never even stopping the conversation

mind u, his hand is still on ur waist

park sunghoon | socially awkward and socially awkward

ur relationship makes ur friends giggle at how silly u guys r

imagine: blah blah blah ure in a really interesting conversation with ur boyfriend and someone interrupts, asking if u guys did the hw last week

"oh uh" "uhm" "idk" "sorry" UR REPLIES. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

cue the intense eye contact until that person leaves the room. then u go back to whatever u were talking about. "so yeah lebron should honestly retire this season"

since u have all classes together, ur teachers always make sure to pair u up as partners since no WAY in hell will either of u be able to talk to someone else willingly

if ur friend group isn't at the cafeteria, the top 3 lunch spots would be @ the field, rooftop, or back of the classroom

when u accompany him to skating/dance practice, all u do is record him reviewing a program or choreo and silently cheer him on

both ur parents share concerns about u two not having any friends at/outside of school 😢

no one really knows that yall r talking about the weirdest shit during class... they just think ure being little nerds and working on math answers

"messi is literally better than ronaldo what are u on about boy" "ok buddy but who has more insta followers" "HOW IS THAT RELEVANT TO THE WORLD CUP"

@ wonyrs 2023

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enchantedanimal · 1 year

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All of the QSMP eggs as dragons!

Now for my design notes/headcanons! (There's a lot lol)

- The color pallettes are (for the most part) based off of their parent/parents. In lore terms, l'd imagine that more time they spent around their parents before they hatched, the more their color developed to mimic them. It would usually be used as a survival strategy with their dragon parents, however sometimes their personality overcomes this and they develop their own color.

- Being dragonets, none of them can fly due to their currently underdeveloped wings.

- Tilin's yellow spots would make Quackity think that Wilbur was supposed to be the other parent.

- Tallulah's colors/features are close to that of a duck. It would likely be a coincidence, but it'd be enough to Quackity to feel like the island was mocking him.

- Tallulah's "hair" is feathers. She's the only one with feathers, and it may either be a cause or effect of her being left in the attic (possibly being mistaken to be an egg from a different species and not a dragon, or the coldness of the attic caused feathers to form).

- Tallulah and Tilin have the same colored eyes since Quackity once said that she reminds him of Tilin.

- Chayanne has fins bc he likes doing mlg water bucket clutches and fishing with Missa.

- Chayanne's tail fin, Leonarda's ear, and Richarlyson's wing are ripped in a spot due to loosing a life. Bobby lost one of his after I designed him but one of his horns would be chipped, and forgot Ramón only had one as well so let's just pretend he's got a scar on his left leg lol.

- Its kinda subtle, but Chayanne has protruding bottom canines, similar to my (and many others') Techno design.

- Fun fact that usually in my style I have the neck spines start from the top of the head. Ramon is purposely "bald".

- Ngl I don't have much to say about Trump bc he died so quick (rip) and I never saw much about him; but his hat is too big for his head.

- Bobby is a wyvern bc it's easier to slap everyone with his wings. He also headbutts and slaps ppl with his tail (those hurt more).

- Bobby's colors are less based after his parents, but the orange/blue complementary colors are kinda more of a nod to Jaiden being an artist (which doesn't make a whole lot of sense now idk my brain just defaulted to that), but feel they match his personality as well. Also his scleras (part of eye that's not the iris/pupil) are black unlike the rest who's are normal.

- Leonarda has a tiny mushroom pin on her hat and their back has mushroom-like spots for the hat she always wears.

- People keep saying that Leo somehow looks like Foolish which is funny bc that wasn't even intentional- in fact was worried that she would be one of the only ones who didn't resemble her parents enough. I did try to make her slightly taller but I'm going to guess that it's the jawline lol

- [Edit bc I just thought of it] Leo's wings are bigger bc they've grown faster due to using them more to glide off of Foolish's/Veg's builds

- Dapper is built to be more bipedal than quadrupedal (their dewclaws on their back feet act more like a normal toe for better traction/ stabilization). This makes it easier to grab (or steal) things for their collection. And hold a taser.

- Richarlyson is based after an iguana! thought it would fit well (it's kinda hard to base him off of 5 different people lol)

- Had to go off of a secondhand info + auto translations (I can understand a decent amount of Spanish but have no idea when it comes to Portuguese so this could be off) but think there was something about Richarlyson having a bad leg both in and out of rp, and think maybe Cellbit said something about him having a prosthetic for it and I thought that was so so cool! It's based semi loosely off of a dog hind leg prosthetic and a human running one; probably wouldn't actually be functional but tried to keep the general shape of the leg.

- Richas and his dads cover it in stickers :)

- Juanaflippa's tail and probably the lower half of her front legs (which aren't visible) are semi transparent from Charlie (yellow comes from Mariana), and it shifts around a bit! It looks more like slime than it feels like it. I've been calling her Bananaflippa endearingly

- Gegg intentionally looks like Juanaflippa a bit (but he's way more slimy)

- Gegg's inventory basically consists of him absorbing random things which are sometimes visible (he is so full of avocado toast). He's like Bob from Monsters vs Aliens or smth idk haven't seen that movie in forever.

There some smaller less exciting details and other headcanons I have for them (such as extra accessories they'd have like Tallulah wearing sweaters) but that's about it! Feel free to ask about anything I like talking about them lol

#qsmp #qsmp fanart #qsmp eggs #qsmp chayanne #qsmp ramon #qsmp tilin #qsmp dapper #qsmp leonarda #qsmp juanaflippa #qsmp trump #qsmp tallulah #qsmp bobby #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp gegg #gegg fanart #mcyt #mcyt fanart

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marleyybluu · 1 year

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Oscar x pregnant!reader

Wc: 1.9k

warnings: daddy issues, use of OMB scenes so spoilers I guess, sad Spooky, shitty ending cus my attention span cut out

"No, no, no! You can not put down two draw fours!" Yn shouted at Cesar while the two dabbled in an intense game of UNO. Cesar chuckled waving his one card in her face. "You're just mad because you're losing." He bragged. Though it was confirmed she would never admit it, she quickly pouted and placed her hand on her stomach, he chuckled shaking his head knowing the card that she was about to play. "I'm gonna tell your niece or nephew you didn't let their mommy win."

Her boyfriend Spooky could be heard letting out a bellyful laugh from down the hall, he emerged from his room making his way toward them where they sat around the table not too far from the living room. "Mamita, you can't say that every time you don't get your way." She stuck out her tongue. "I can and I will for the remaining six months."

He rolled his eyes and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Fine," She reluctantly picked up eight more cards just for Cesar to dramatically slam his last one on the table. He stood up took the last swig of his beer and rested the empty bottle on the table, he was next to kiss her head before grabbing his things and heading out. "I'll see you guys later, I'm with Monse if you need me."

"Have fun." She called out. The door closed and the house was once again silent, Yn gathered the cards and packed them nicely back into the box they came in. She heard the sound of the front door opening and assumed it was Cesar, she said "What'd you forget knucklehead?" But frowned when she was met with their father, Ray. A few days ago the older gentleman had found himself across from the traphouse, Cesar panicked about a stranger just stalking outside so Spooky went to investigate, and with Yn's nosey ass at the window, she noticed Spooky's body language and he was not happy.

Spooky never spoke about his dad, maybe once, but that was it. She could tell he had resentment in his heart for that man, he was a stranger and for him to pop back up after all these years wasn't ideal for anyone in this situation. YN had to admit it was nice seeing Cesar happy and hearing him talk about all the things they were going to do and how much they had to catch up on but judging by the look on Ray's face right in front of her... those plans would never set in motion.

She pitied him a half-smile before dodging into the kitchen. Spooky sat in the background on the couch observing the cold interaction, internally smiling that she would be on his side no matter the minor details that she knew. Ray disappeared into one of the rooms, Spooky was curious as to what he was there for but was brought out of it when he was called to the kitchen. He got up and followed her voice, she was desperately trying to reach the third shelf and was failing miserably, usually, she'd grab a chair but with a baby inside she was more cautious of what she did.

"Can you grab a plate for me papito?"

"Of course, baby."

She squealed and applauded the small gesture as he handed the plate over to her. "Thank you." She blew him a kiss but he wanted a real one, his hand snaking around her waist he pulled her in tightly. Her hands ran up his neck and landed under his jawline. Their lips touched, fitting like pieces of a puzzle, melting together like it was the first time. She could feel his hands slide a little further down, she gasped at the hard squeeze he delivered she pulled back smacking his chest. "Why can't I have one little innocent kiss?"

"That question is what got you pregnant in the first place." He joked gently pressing his hand on her little belly. Yn shooed him off. Oscar laughed and left her alone only to return to the main area and see Ray with his duffle bag on top of the table packing his clothes up. "Finally cleaning up your mess?" He asked. Ever since he arrived it'd practically become a pigsty, his girl often complaining that she wasn't some maid for a grown-ass man, especially one she had no relation to. Ray avoided eye contact as he answered. "I'm leaving, think I've caused enough drama."

Leaving. All he did was leave, run away from his problems, and scram when things got serious. It wasn't the first time Oscar experienced it but there was no doubt that it still hurt, he felt himself shrink into that little kid again, watching the man who was supposed to be there for him vanish, the man who was supposed to teach him how to become one disappear without a trace leaving him and Cesar alone to fend for themselves.

"Good," He responded. "You tell Cesar your plan?"

There was a moment of silence, Ray had stopped packing and sighed making eye contact with his oldest. "I'll tell him when I get to Bakersfield, there's a guy up there who can help me out... help you out too-"

Spooky had turned cold, that scowl plastered on his face, the boiling hate flashing in his eyes. "I don't need help, I got everything I need."

Ray let out an amused chuckle. "The Santos? That girl?" Oscar took a step forward, fists balled up, father or not he would put down anyone that disrespected his girl. She was his home, his family, she was everything that he needed. "Her name is Yn, and she let you stay with us, not me... if it were up to me you'd be out on the street with the rest of the stray dogs."

Little did they know they had an audience for this performance, not too far off Yn had poked her head from the kitchen she had stopped what she was doing the minute she heard their voices. "I hope they don't sell you out, I hope she's good to you because one day all that love you think you're getting from them is gonna be gone."

"Ray." He warned. "This street shit isn't the life man, you don't have to stay here, go and make something of yourself."

Oscar's eyes softened, and he began to nod in agreement. "Thanks, Papa, you're right. I could be president or a fucking astronaut, maybe even a movie star right? Because I had such a great fucking role model!"

"I had a shitty dad too, mijo," Ray's tone was so nonchalant when he said it and something about it was making Yn's skin crawl it just sounded like he didn't care. "But you gotta let that rage go."

It took everything for her not toa put in her two cents. How do you let the rage from constant and consistent disappointment go? She could tell Spooky had this overbearing feeling that he was a failure, that he failed Cesar, failed the Santos and even failed her-- so how was he just supposed to let that go?

Yn had thought the fire between them had died down, that Ray had left and Spooky was just standing there disassociating at the fact that he was in his twenties and still being abandoned. But when she brought herself into frame the two of them had gone, their muffled argument had moved outdoors. Her feet carried her to the front door, where she stood behind the screen watching it go down from a distance.

"Everything bad that's ever happened in my life is because of you! You're gonna crush Cesar the same way you crushed me!" His voice weakened, almost cracking like he was fighting to keep that little boy inside. Ray was already at the end of the path, one foot almost on the black tarmac road, he dropped his bag and turned around to face Spooky. "You never wrote to me... you didn't call, you didn't even visit not once! Did you even think about me?"

YN placed her hand over her heart, she wanted nothing more than to drag him inside and coddle him for all he's been through but he needed to let this out he'd been holding it in for far too long. She looked as Ray walked back toward Spooky.

"Oscar-" He began but Spooky shut it down. "You wanna know the worst part about not having a father? I had to be a father to my brother without having been a son first!" He sniffled. "I have a girl in there who loves me, who taught me how to love since I didn't have you or mama as examples... she's having my baby and I'm scared that I'm gonna end up like you!"

Oscar broke, completely shattered. Yn didn't think there'd be a day when she heard her partner weeping from the deep sadness that he felt, the sadness that was cloaked in anger. Ray didn't say anything, he pulled Oscar in for a hug and he resisted at first but once again his inner child betrayed him and he loosened a bit returning the embrace and they stayed like that for a while. Oscar buried his head in his father's shoulder, nothing was said, it was a bittersweet and brief moment before that rage entered his system again. That wall reappeared in seconds.

He wasn't little Oscar Diaz anymore he was back to Spooky who aggressively shoved his father off of him. "Take your shit and go, make sure I don't see you here again."

And just like that, he was gone again. Spooky turned around with a pout on his face, he stopped at the front door seeing Yn through the screen. "Did you eat?" Funny that even in his obvious time of need he was still worried about her. She shook her head, stretched out her hand to his and gently pulled him inside. Once the door closed the tears that he had just soaked back up were released once again. Yn pulled him over to the couch, sat him down and then took her place beside him.

He fell apart in her arms. "I fucking hate him." She rubbed his back. "All he does is fucking leave me... what did I do?"

"Ay! You didn't do anything papito, he's just an asshole."

"Am I not good enough?"

She frowned. "You are more than enough my love, I promise you. You are more than enough for me, for Cesar and for the baby. You did a great job raising him and you will do an even better one raising ours."

He lifted his head from where it rested on her shoulder, she swiped her thumb across his cheeks to wipe his tears. "How are you so sure?"

"You already do enough for the baby and they're not even here. You make sure I'm eating enough, you make sure I'm relaxed. I wish you could've seen your face when I told you." Now she was tearing up. "I couldn't have picked a better person to make a family with."

He softly smiled. "I love you."

"Duh." She sarcastically answered which received a decent chuckle. "I love you too, we're good okay? I'm not going anywhere."

"I know." He mumbled. She smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. "Let's eat, yeah?"

"Yeah."

I just felt like writing something kind of sad. idk why.

for the Pedro girlies im working on Truth or Drink3

for the Rio girlies, working on The Nanny 3

trying not to burn tf out lol just put me down at this point.

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peace and love.

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sebastiansluts · 4 months

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While you're waiting for me to write some of these requests.....how about a lil something I wrote a bit ago that I just finished up for you all ❤️

Bucky Barnes x Reader; everyone is above age, like 20s ish, dark!40s bucky, virgin!reader, dub-con/non-con, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal cockwarming

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You were beyond excited, it was finally tonight, the night! You were going out with the Bucky Barnes tonight, you still couldn't believe it. He was the catch of the neighborhood, and yet, he'd asked you out. He was the type of boy who could have anyone, and there were plenty of girls who did want him, but he wanted you.

You felt a flutter in your chest, and you tried to calm down, sitting on the couch in your front room, trying your hardest not to stare out the window. He would come, you were sure of it. This wasn't some prank, he wouldn't do that...would he? Surely not, Bucky wasn't that type of man, right?

A knock on your front door jostled you out of your thoughts and you jumped up immediately, flattening your hands over your skirt, getting rid of any wrinkles before you quickly crossed to the door, not wanting to keep him waiting.

You opened the door, eyes focused on the doorknob until you had it open enough. You looked up to the figure in your doorway, your gaze traveling up a fitted waistcoat, a navy jacket, semi messy tie and that face.

Cut jawline, high cheekbones, straight nose, pink lips, and blue, blue eyes. His hair was slicked back, pressed down against his head and you smiled, thinking how sweet it was that he was so dressed up for you.

Bucky's eyes were focused lower than your face, and you felt your cheeks heat when you realized he was staring at your chest. You laughed lightly but his eyes were dark, making you take a step backwards, your laugh turning awkward.

His eyes snapped up to yours, full of concern and laughter. "Doll, where'd you get that rock? Steal it from your ma's jewelry box?" He gently turned you back into the house, following you in and shutting the door behind him. You frowned, looking down at your chest, lifting a hand to your necklace. It was a small gemstone, your birth month, given to you by an ex. You told him that, looking up at him and there was a flash of that darkness again, but it was so quick you could have imagined it.

“Where’s your dad? I wanted to tell him what time you’ll be home,” Bucky asked, changing the subject as he looked around the front room into the kitchen.

“Oh, he’s napping. Had a long day at work and said to tell you that I should be home by eleven,” you lied, actually having no idea where your dad was, he’d left a few weeks ago and you and your mother were just barely scraping by right now.

Bucky nodded slowly, then spoke quietly. “Well, I wouldn’t want to wake him. Shall we go?”

“Of course! Let me get my purse,” you whispered, bending to grab it off the couch. You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you, but you knew your skirt was covering everything. Still, you felt unnerved, like he could see through all the layers to the skin underneath.

You shook off the feeling, standing up with your clutch in hand, and walked back to the front door with Bucky, his arm behind your back, not quite touching, but it raised the hair on your arms.

“Maybe I better grab a jacket,” you murmured, suddenly chilled, but Bucky had already shut the door, and was guiding you down the front steps.

“Doll, we’re a block from the theater, if you’re that cold you can have mine,” Bucky said easily, sliding the jacket off his shoulders and down his arms, catching it in his hands before he lifted it to your shoulders. He draped it around you, letting you grab the lapels and pull them in close. You breathed in his spicy scent, shivering again, and Bucky chuckled. “Guess you were cold.”

The two of you walked down the road to the theater, Bucky walking you right up to the ticket taker, already handing over two before you could even read what was showing. You tried to look back at the marquee, but the man was ripping them in half, handing them back to Bucky and saying, “Enjoy the show.” Bucky ushered you inside, getting a popcorn and soda before leading you into the theater, into the second to last row, right in the middle, and though you were confused, you sat down.

“Are we not sitting closer?” you asked quietly, always feeling awkward talking normally at the movies, even if it hadn’t started yet.

“Nah, this is the best seat in the house, trust me,” Bucky said, leaning back in his seat and eating some popcorn, offering you some too. You smiled and took a piece, chewing slowly as the lights dimmed, the picture starting.

You sat back in your seat, engulfed in Bucky’s jacket, keeping you nice and warm as you drank some soda before handing it back to Bucky. He moved around beside you, jostling you gently, and you turned to him, trying to see what he was doing. He sat forwards, blocking your view of most of him, and you were concerned, thinking he had been sick, but he suddenly handed you the soda and popcorn, so you took it and moved to set them down, but he tapped your thigh, just above your knee.

Leaning over in the seats, Bucky whispered in your ear. “You still cold, doll?” You shook your head, and he continued, “You sure?” as his fingers trailed over your knee. You shivered again, feeling uncomfortable, not sure what he was getting at. His hand swept under your skirt and you moved to push it away, but you were holding the popcorn. You couldn’t reach to set it down on the floor, and you weren’t going to dump it, your other hand holding the soda, so big you could barely hold it one handed.

You couldn’t do anything but sit there as Bucky’s hand explored under your skirt, massaging your thighs, pushing them further open until he reached your covered sex. He rubbed over your panties, feeling the warmth emanating from you, and he grinned against your ear.

“That’s why you’re not cold anymore! You’ve got all this heat inside you, keeping you burning up. Share that heat, huh babydoll? Share it with me, won’t you?” Bucky kept rubbing at you, over your clit, making circles with an even pressure, and you couldn’t help the way you felt warmth rising from your toes up to your cheeks.

Bucky’s fingers suddenly pushed your panties aside and slid in the wetness that he had created, coating themselves in your slick before slipping against your bare cunt. You tried to buck your hips to get him away, but all it did was give him the opportunity to slide his fingers into your pussy, making you gasp just as an explosion happened on screen. You hadn’t realized what kind of movie it was, but a war movie was not what you expected.

You jumped, Bucky moving with you, keeping his fingers inside you, and when you settled, you were practically sitting on his hand, Bucky’s body turned to face you, his knees digging into your thigh. His other arm was wrapped around your shoulders, on top of his own jacket, settled on your breast.

It was more than anyone had ever touched you before, beyond yourself, and it was getting to you- you were trapped with no way to move, and you were too scared to make a noise, despite the explosions still happening on screen, humiliated at the thought of being found like this. Bucky sucked on your earlobe, making another shiver wrack your body, and he tightened his hold on you.

“Sorry dollface, forgot, I’m takin’ some of your warmth, I should be givin’ it back to ya,” Bucky whispered, hot breath on the skin behind your ear, nearly making a moan slip out of you, despite yourself. He kissed your neck, sucking on the skin, ragged breaths leaving your lips as he moved along to your collarbones, peeking out of your top.

“Damn it, I want your tits out,” Bucky muttered darkly, and your cheeks turned hot, his crass language a bit of a shock, despite what he was doing to you. He took the popcorn from your hand, and tossed it into the empty seat next to you. You turned to him, opening your mouth to tell him off, but Bucky kissed you, plunging his tongue into your mouth, stopping your words.

You tried to protest but every noise you made was swallowed up by Bucky, kissing you messily and deeply, shoving his tongue down your throat as his free hand pulled at your top. You tried to stop him, but he had one of your tits out of your lace bra and through the neckline of your top before you could even get your hand up to his. You tried to swat at him in the small space but only succeeded in further pushing your top down, allowing Bucky the opportunity to pull your other breast out.

Bucky finally pulled away from your lips and you gasped for air, squeaking when his hand covered one of your breasts, massaging it and rolling your nipple in his fingers, his other still buried between your legs. “See? There’s a girl, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, get on my lap and give me some of that warmth.”

Your head whipped around to face Bucky’s, leering at you in the dark, eyes shining brightly but darkly. “Get on my lap now before I show this whole theater what a fucking slut you are, begging me to finger you in back of the picture show, tits out for anyone to see.”��

Tears sprang to your eyes, but you couldn’t do anything but nod, finally able to set the soda down as Bucky moved his hands to your waist, letting you bend to put it down before lifting you onto his lap. He pulled you back, lifting you at your thighs and setting you down with his cock slapping up against your pussy.

You squeaked again, you hadn’t even known his cock was out, and it startled you, feeling it huge between your legs. Bucky hooked his chin over your shoulder and whispered in your ear, “Yeah, that’s it babydoll, I know it’s big, but you’re gonna take it aren’t ya? Now reach down and grab it, easy doll or we both get caught, remember? And you’re the one with her tits out, skirt up, panties drenched,” Bucky reminded you.

You held his cock gently but firmly, guiding it to your entrance, but your panties were still on. “Push them aside, and sit on my cock before I decide to stop bein’ nice and use your other lil’ hole instead,” Bucky ordered darkly, and you whimpered, reaching down and sliding your panties to the side, and pressing his cockhead against you.

“Bucky…please. I’m- I’m a virgin,” you whispered, and you felt Bucky shudder beneath you.

“I thought so, but to hear you say it, fuck, babydoll I’m gonna be so good to you, my little virgin,” Bucky crooned against your ear, and spread your thighs wider apart. The tears that filled your eyes before began falling as he lifted you up, making you position his dick below you, then he began to lower you.

Bucky’s dick split you open as soon as it entered you, and your mouth dropped open on a silent shout as all the air raced out of you. You quickly bit your lip, hard enough to draw blood, desperate to keep quiet, as Bucky pulled your hips down and back until you were sitting in his lap again, his cock buried deep inside your cunt.

You were aching, deep inside, it felt like a gut punch to your insides, but Bucky was swearing up a storm in your ear, telling you, “Babydoll, you feel…fuck, you feel amazing, my sweet little virgin girl. Oh I’m gonna take care of you doll, this cunt is fucking heaven, my dick’s never been so snug, I’m gonna blow in seconds baby. Don’t worry, this is just round one.”

Before you could even process it, Bucky was bringing one of his hands between your legs and rubbing your exposed clit, his other hand slapping over your mouth, muffling your cry. You tensed on him, tight, not sure if you were coming or not, but he came, you could feel splashes of cum filling you, warming your insides.

Bucky pressed a kiss to your shoulder, pulling you to lean back against his chest. Your eyes were drying but there were tear tracks down your face that Bucky kissed. “You were perfect doll, just perfect. Now just sit here and relax, watch the rest of the movie- I need to see these gorgeous tits some more,” he said, raising his hands to your chest, groping your breasts for a while before he just held them in his hands, squeezing every once in a while.

You couldn’t move, feeling his cock still inside you, softening but not slipping out, still big and keeping you plugged up. You rested your head against Bucky’s shoulder, helpless to do anything but wait for the movie to end, but getting anxious about people seeing you.

Finally, just before the credits started to roll, Bucky released your breasts, stuffing them back in your top, ignoring your bra. You tried to quickly stand, but the change in angle of his dick inside you made you gasp, sinking back into Bucky.

“Nice and slow, dollface, told you it was the best seat in the house, don’t go hurtin’ it,” he murmured into your ear, helping you off his dick, his fingers under your skirt, adjusting your panties as you stood in front of him. He tucked his dick away and stood, grabbing his jacket and leaving the trash. You tried to bend to pick it up, but you were aching again, and Bucky was pushing you out of the aisle, so you left it. He placed his jacket over your shoulders again, wrapping his arm around them afterwards, pulling you into his side, turning your face into his chest, hiding your messy face from sight.

“Have a good night!” called the ticket taker, and Bucky responded in kind, with a jaunty, happy tone that you couldn’t believe had sounded so sincere earlier in the night. He walked you home, whistling a cheery tune, keeping you tucked into his side. You tried to walk up the steps and get the front door open without him, but he was glued to you.

“Now doll, I’m not going without saying somethin’ to your father. I expect he’d want to know you had a good evening and are home safe,” Bucky said, a glint in his eye that you didn’t trust, and you tried to slip inside when you got the door unlocked, but he pushed it open wide, following you in. “Where is he, huh dollface? Where’s your father? Matter of fact, where’s your mother?”

You were shaking like a leaf as Bucky shut and locked the door, whistling again as he stalked towards you. “They’re not here, are they baby? No, your daddy walked out on you, didn’t he? And your ma’s out there right now hookin’ to make ends meet! I saw her the other night, don’t fucking deny it.” You were backing up, Bucky still preying after you, until your back hit a wall, and he pressed you up against it.

“My little virgin girl’s all alone, she needs someone to take care of her,” Bucky crooned, nosing at your neck. One of his hands came up to rest on your throat lightly, before pinching the chain around it and yanking hard. Your necklace broke, gemstone scattering on the floor and you gasped, staring at Bucky with wide eyes.

“The only jewelry you're gonna wear is mine, understand? You’re mine now. I’m gonna take care of you, I’m gonna provide for you. You’re never gonna need anyone again, because you’re my girl. I don’t ever want to see another man’s touch on you, in any way.” Bucky threw the chain to the floor, then pushed away from you. He examined the room you were in, walking past the couch to the rooms in the back. “Come show me your room doll- it’s time for round two.”

#rose writes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #no y/n #smut

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withahappyrefrain · 1 year

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Work From Home

Summary: Working from home benefits both you and Peter.

Warning: cockwarming, Daddy kink, orgasm control, oral, switch!Peter, switch!reader, language, unprotected sex, p in v, afab reader, choking, I just wrote almost 5K of smut don't look at me

This is dedicated to the Spidey Simps <3

When it was announced that the Daily Bugle was transitioning to working remotely, you didn’t think much.

Peter was a photographer, which meant he still had to leave the apartment for events.

But it did mean that when it was time to edit his photos, he could do so from the comfort of your shared home.

Truth was, you weren't able to notice any differences until the school year ended.

And that's when some things began to change.

First, was the facial hair. Peter usually didn’t keep it past a light stubble, but with the new found freedom of working from home, he wanted to try it out. You noticed it one day when Peter came up from behind you to wrap an arm around your waist and give you a kiss on the cheek before going into his makeshift office.

The hair on his cheek brushed against your skin, providing a soft friction that sent electric sparks throughout your body. Your mind couldn’t help but wander about how it would feel against other parts of your body, the more sensitive parts of your body.

“You good sunshine?” He murmured into your neck, squeezing one of your hips. Curse that radioactive spider bite that made him hyper aware of every little change in your body, like your thighs clenching.

“Like the facial hair,” You mumbled, looking down to see how his large hand covered not only your hip, but his fingers spread down to your upper thigh, “That’s all.”

“Yeah?” His lips brushed against your jawline, the hair above his upper lip tickling your skin.

You nodded your head. Trying to hide how flustered you were was pointless. Even if you didn’t show it on your face, he could feel the heat radiating off your body, hear your heartbeat racing, and the pitch of your breathing increase.

“Maybe we should see how much you really like it,” He said before spinning you around. You couldn’t even get a word out, as Peter had already lifted you up onto the kitchen counter. His large fingers hooked around the waistband of your shorts to easily pull the fabric down your legs.

“Y-You have work in t-ten minutes,” You gasped at the sensation of his beard brushing against your bare thighs.

Peter simply shrugged, a devilish smirk adorning his ridiculously handsome face as he looked up between your thighs.

"You know I can work quickly."

The noise that left your throat was nothing short of animalistic. You normally would attempt to contain yourself when Peter's mouth moved against your cunt.

But that was impossible with how the hair above his lips brushed against your clit.

The noise complaint was well worth it.

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The facial hair was the first change. After that morning in the kitchen, his beard remained. Not that you were complaining.

Then came the second change.

"Betty says I look like I should be taking a group of kids to their morning soccer practice," Peter said before taking a bite out of his eggs.

You looked up, taking him in. The beard did make him look older, combined with the eye crinkles that had become more pronounced over the years and the flecks of gray that were scattered throughout his beard and now hair.

"You do look like a Dad," You commented, smiling as you took a bite out of your bagel.

"Guess you should call me Daddy now," He muttered.

"Only if you want me to." There was a slight smirk on your face, a touch of mischievousness to your tone. All in good fun.

But then Peter's eyes widened and he dropped his fork upon hearing your statement.

Oh?

The lack of response and eye contact caused you to raise an eyebrow, "Do you want me to?"

The tips of his ears were turning red, "I mean it's um, it's a two way street. So d-do you want to?"

"I wouldn't have offered it if I didn't." Even though his beard covered much of the lower half of his face, it was still clear that Peter's face was beet red.

"I-I mean, I guess…guess it's something we could try," He muttered to his eggs. He shifted his body in the chair, as if he was trying to hide something.

"Yeah?" You asked, voice raspy and low. Peter didn't have to look up to know you had that infamous smirk on his face. The one that caused your eyes to narrow, looking at him through your long lashes. The one that made his knees buckle, ready to fall. Ready to worship you.

The one that made the fabric around his crotch tighten.

His honey glazed eyes continued to avoid yours as you waltz over to his chair. You straddle his thighs with yours, your arms wrapped around his neck.

A soft yet strangled whine escaped his lips when you ground your hips against Peter's. It was cruel of you to chuckle, but you couldn't help it. Peter being flustered wasn't a new concept; he had quite a difficult time coherently asking you out when you two first met.

But that was romance and intimacy. When it came to the more physical aspect, he wasn't shy. It was well known how much he craved you, your body.

So when he was flustered in these moments, you relished in it.

Peter's neck was warm as you pressed your lips against it, placing kisses and light nips all the way up to his ear.

"You want me to call you Daddy? Hmm? Want me to call you that while I come around your cock?"

Peter's long fingers stilled for a moment before gripping the fabric of your large Tshirt.

"Only one way to find out."

You often forgot how quickly Peter moved. In mere seconds, he had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. A loud smack across your ass silenced your surprised shrieks.

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The bedroom nickname stayed, along with the facial hair.

The other change was just how nice it was to have Peter home with you. Even just a quick peck on the lips as you two passed each other in the hallway brightened your mood.

You had finished work early one afternoon and your mind couldn't help but wonder as to what Peter was doing.

Now you didn't have to guess.

Now you could just walk over to the spare bedroom, which had been turned into his makeshift office.

Fuck.

You and Peter had been together for years. On your left hand was his Aunt's engagement ring. You saw the man every day. But sometimes, randomly, it would just hit you like a train.

Fuck, was he attractive.

His brown hair was slightly disheveled, one lock in the front curled over and moving slightly when he moved his head.

The light seeping in through the window illuminated the few gray hairs in his beard. You had to beg him to not pluck them out, and were glad your pleads worked. The top few buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest.

A large hand of his came up to his chin to scratch the skin and your mind was flooded with thoughts of this morning, when he made you come twice on his fingers before fucking you with his-

“It’s rude to stare, sunshine,” His honey glazed eyes never left the computer screen.

“I wasn’t-”

“I can also smell you.” Somehow, that specific trait he gained from that spider bite always evaded your mind.

He finally looked up at you, a smirk forming on his handsome face, “Ya done with work for today?”

“Yeah,” your voice was breathless, “W-what about you?”

He shrugged, as if he didn’t just mention that he knew how aroused you were, “Just gotta edit this last set of photos and then I’ll be done. Wanna keep me company, bug?”

You nodded, walking over to his chair. Carefully, you swung a leg over one of his. Peter grabbed the back of your thighs, pulling you into his lap. As your arms wrapped around him, you placed your head in the crook of his neck.

“You smell nice,” He murmured, his large hands moving to your ass, grasping and kneading your flesh through the thin fabric of your shorts.

“So do you,” a gasp escaped your lips when he moved you back and forth over his crotch. Through his sweatpants, you could feel his erection growing.

“Yeah?” Peter chuckled before pressing his lips against your neck, finding your pulse point with precision, “Ya wanna keep me warm sunshine?”

A whimper was your response as you nodded your head eagerly.

“C’mon then,” His voice was low, seductively sweet. The smirk remained on his face as you stood up, pulling down your shorts and underwear. Peter quickly adjusted himself, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers just enough to free his hardened cock.

“C’mere sunshine, let’s get ya ready,” His hands grasped the soft flesh of your thighs, pulling you back into his lap. A moan fell from your lips upon feeling his cock slide through your folds.

“Ready to keep me warm until I’m done with work?” You nodded eagerly, any cares about appearing desperate now gone.

One of his hands reached up to the back of your neck, pulling you down for a kiss while the other hand gripped one of your hips, aligning his cock to your entrance.

The initial stretch was a delicious pain, one that you now craved. Slowly, you guided yourself down on his cock until all of him was inside you.

“F-feels s’good,” You muttered against his lips. You began to raise your hips upwards, when both his hands pulled you down, keeping you in place.

“Not a chance princess. You’re keeping daddy’s cock warm until he’s done with work. Understand?”

You nodded, knowing it was either this or be empty.

“Good girl,” He whispered, the praise making your thighs clench.

Your head settled into the crook of his neck once more, a hand playing with some strands of his hair. You tried to focus on finding any gray hairs, on counting the different colors in his beard- dark brown, light brown, red- on anything to distract you from the rising temptation of moving your hips.

Every once in a while, Peter would shift in his chair, leaning in to focus on a detail of the photo, causing his cock to shift ever so slightly against your walls. The first time it happened, you tried moving your own hips, wanting to test the waters.

A light but firm smack to your thigh told you that wasn’t allowed.

So instead, you bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back a whimper, trying to keep your hips still, despite the fact that your mind was telling you to move.

“I know, I’m sorry,” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “You’re doing so good for daddy.”

The praise made your head feel fuzzy, combined with how full you felt, his cock nestled inside you. Every movement, every twitch was heightened, a cruel reminder of how desperate you were to move and that you couldn’t.

Not yet.

Peter’s hand moved from your hip to your back, slipping underneath your shirt.

“No bra today?” You shook your head, unsure if the decision would result in pleasure or punishment.

“P-Peter!” His name came out in the form of a desperate groan. Not that he minded. In fact, it spurred him on, his fingers continuing to tweak one of your hardening nipples. His hips shifted, causing his cock to move ever so slightly inside of you. Despite how small the movement was in reality, it began to fill the desperate ache you had been experiencing for the past twelve minutes.

His ministrations would have continued, and perhaps you would have been able to move your hips without receiving a warning, had it not been for the stiff, robotic melody that signaled a video call request from Peter’s computer.

Peter sighed, removing his hand from your shirt, “I’ll make it quick, okay? Just keep being a good girl f’me, kay?”

All you could do was nod. Being a brat wouldn’t get you what you wanted, if anything, it would make things worse, make him delay your pleasure even further. And you were already so close.

“They-they can’t see us, right?” You whispered.

Peter shook his head, “I don’t turn my camera on.”

Betty Brandt’s voice quickly filled the room, “Parker, you done editing those photos?”

“Funny story, I was a few clicks away from finishing before you interrupted me, Brandt.” Peter shifted in his seat, leaning forward. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, your grip on his white shirt tightening.

“Not my fault you work so slow that Jameson told me to check up on you. He’s worried you’re fucking around while at home,” You could hear the eye roll.

Peter chuckled, his free hand squeezing one of your hips, “I’m not fucking around."

Liar.

"I’ve been doing my work from the comfort of my own home. Not my fault that good work takes time.”

“When do you think you’ll have it done? In ten minutes? I need a specific time so I can get him off my back.”

“How about in five minutes?” Peter offered, shifting his hips again. Was he doing this on purpose? The smirk on his face, the way his eyes darted back and forth between his computer screen and you indicated so.

“You can actually do that?”

“Absolutely. I don’t have anything else to do for a while.” Another lie.

His hand guided your hips upwards, then promptly pushed them back down until you were flushed against the base of his cock once more.

“Peter,” you whispered, your voice dripping with desperation.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet for me,” His voice was hot against your ear.

“What was that Parker?”

“Just my fiancé asking me about dinner, that’s all Betty,” Peter said, sounding ever so casual, like you weren’t in his lap, like his cock wasn't nestled inside of you.

“She enjoys having you home or is she already sick of ya?” Betty asked with a chuckle. You didn’t mind Betty, she was actually one of your favorite coworkers of Peter’s.

Except for right now.

“Get her off,” You whispered into Peter’s ear, earning a smack on one of your thighs.

“The hell was that Parker?”

“Just a fly! Pesky little things.” You were mesmerized as Peter balanced talking to Betty, making edits to the current set of photos, all the while his free hand was moving your hip up and down ever so slightly.

It was torture. The flooding sense of relief had now turned into desperation for more. You wanted all of him, wanted to be able to raise your hips upwards until just the tip of his thick length was inside you, only to then slam down, providing immense pleasure to yourself and him.

You wanted to tell him how good he felt inside of you, wanted his hands everywhere on your body, grasping and grabbing your flesh just so, his teeth nipping along your skin in a way that made your back arch.

Instead you were clenching your thighs, trying not to move, trying to fight against his enhanced strength. It was a losing battle, one you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep silent.

“She loves having me around. We keep each other company,” He said, placing a gentle kiss on your jaw.

“Parker, I still don’t know how you managed to land her.”

“What’cha trying to say Brandt? That she’s out of my league?” His teeth nipped along the soft skin of your neck, leaving what would later form as marks.

“That is exactly what I’m saying, Parker.”

You often thought it was the opposite, much to Peter’s dismay.

“You’re absolutely right,” He admitted before pressing another sweet kiss to your cheek. The gesture made you flustered, causing you to bury your head into the crook of his neck once more.

“Don’t hide that pretty face from me,” He whispered, his voice now soft and sweet. It was moments like these that made you fall in love with Peter. How no matter what -even now- he took the time to sing your praises, to make you feel loved.

You lifted your head up, your bright eyes meeting his honeyed ones. His soft lips pressed against yours in a quick kiss.

“Parker, are you done yet or are you truly just fucking around?” Betty’s voice interrupted the sweet moment, reminding you of your goal: for her to not know you were there.

“Oh, I finished up those edits five minutes ago,” Peter replied, voice cheeky and smug.

Asshole.

“You asshole!” Betty cried, echoing your thoughts. Not that she knew. Or would ever know.

“Careful Brandt, those are words that HR don’t like,” Peter laughed, bouncing one leg up and down, which made you cling onto his shirt once more.

Betty scoffed, “Like HR will do anything, have you met our boss?”

“Yeah, and I’m sure he’s waiting for you to tell him that I sent those edits to him.” Thank God. The conversation was nearing the end.

“You sure bet I will. You’re not the only one who wants to get off Parker.” Interesting choice of words.

“You know me so well Betty.” You wanted to wipe that cheeky smirk off his face. In fact, you had half a mind to raise your hips and slam them down, torturing him for a change.

But that would create noise.

That didn’t stop you from wanting to tease back. You just had to be creative about it.

So instead, your lips started at his collarbone, leaving tiny kisses along his skin. Peter shot you a warning glancing, one that you merely fluttered your eyelashes in response as your lips began trailing upwards.

As Betty began to ramble about the latest thing Eddie did to piss her off, your lips moved closer and closer towards that spot.

“Don’t,” Peter quickly muttered, his grip on your hip tightening. Not enough to hurt you, but enough to let you know he was paying attention to you.

“I’m not moving, like you said,” you muttered into his skin. Peter shook his head, knowing better than to let it slide.

And he shouldn’t have. But then, as he often does, he got distracted by something Betty mentioned. Leading to the perfect opportunity to sink your teeth into that spot between his jawline and neck.

What could best be described as grunt left Peter’s lips, both of his hands now gripping your hips in a vain attempt to stop you. The action caused his cock to shift inside of you, causing another strained groan from your fiancé.

“You good Parker?”

“Yeah,” Peter all but grunted, leaning forward so he could better see the computer screen, specifically the exit call button, “Just bumped my knee against my desk. Anyways, I gotta go Betty. Bye.”

He didn’t bother waiting for his coworker to say goodbye, his attention fully on you now that the call was over.

“You little-” His hands lifted your hips up, leaving you almost empty for a brief moment before he pulled you back down to the base of his cock.

You threw your head back, releasing a high pitch whine that had been bubbling in your throat for the past twelve minutes.

Peter didn’t relent, using his strength to move you up and down on his cock, like you weighed nothing, “Take off your shirt. Now.”

But that would mean stopping. That would mean his cock would no longer be thrusting in and out of your soaking entrance, and you had been waiting so long-

“What did Daddy say?” His hands stilled, keeping you firmly in place, “Did you forget your manners? Need Daddy to teach you?”

“No!” Flashbacks of the last ‘lesson’ appeared in your mind. How he teased you for hours, how you were unable to move due to the webbing that was on your wrists and ankles, how he made sure you teetered on the edge of pleasure for so long, before finally letting you fall over.

With shaking hands, you removed your top, now completely bare to him.

“Good girl,” He chuckled, “Not that you deserve to be called that after the little stunt you just pulled.”

His lips attached themself to one of your breasts, his teeth sinking into the hardened bud. The sudden pain made your back arch, desperate to curl into him, to be as close to Peter as possible.

His hands continued moving your body, as his mouth alternated between your breasts. Meanwhile, your hands found purchase in his hair, grasping onto the short locks to steady yourself.

Peter’s eyes looked up, taking in the sight of you with your lips parted and head thrown back in pleasure.

Fuck you were beautiful. And all his.

The tall tale signs of your impending orgasm were overwhelmingly clear; your whines increasing in pitch with each thrust, the way your teeth were digging into your bottom lip.

“Ya gonna come for me bug?” He asked, his voice now gruff. It reminded you of how he sounded in the morning, when he just woke up.

But there was no sleep lacing Peter’s voice this time.

“C-Can I?” You stammered, barely able to focus on anything other than the way his cock brushed against that one spot that made your legs tremble.

“Sure,” Peter chuckled before sinking his teeth into your collarbone, “But ya gotta ask nicely.”

“Can…can I-I,” his thrusts were unrelenting, making you see stars when your eyes fluttered shut.

“Don’t think so. Look at me when you ask,” Long fingers gripped your chin, your eyes opening to find him staring into what felt like your soul.

“Can I-I come? Please?”

He shook his head, the downright devilish smirk adorning his face charming (though you should find it repulsing in this moment).

“Who ya asking bug?”

Your voice broke, like a dam finally breaking, “P-Daddy! Daddy, please, can I come? Please?”

He pressed his lips against yours, the gesture would have been sweet if not for what you just begged for mere seconds ago.

“‘Course ya can bug. You can always come on Daddy’s cock.”

Your fingers gripped his hair. The name asshole would have fallen from your lips if Peter’s calloused thumb hadn’t moved downwards to rub tight circles against your clit.

A white hot pleasure overtook your whole body as you shook. You slumped over, head resting on his shoulder.

His fingers didn’t let up, continuing to draw tight circles, prolonging your pleasure.

Your eyes met his, that smirk remaining on his face. It then hit you that he wasn’t letting up, that he was going to continue.

“A-asshole,” You gritted your teeth.

“You fucking love it,” He simply grinned before attaching his mouth to your neck, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your thighs seized up, hand gripping his shirt so hard, it was a genuine surprise the fabric hadn’t ripped yet.

His name came out in the form of a broken, desperate chant, your body moving to continue chasing that delicious surge of pleasure.

Peter's own desperate moans began filling the room, his own (rather successful until now) attempt of keeping himself together finally falling apart as he felt your walls squeeze his cock again. He buried his head into your chest, his moans sending vibrations along your bare body.

“You-fuck-you want me to fill ya up, sunshine?” He grunted, voice now strained and shaking as he tried to keep his composure long enough to draw one more out of you.

In the haze of pleasure, you saw how he was barely holding on; his calloused fingers were gripping the flesh of your hips harder than usual, enough for hand-shaped marks to appear the next day. His breathing was now irregular, coming out in the form of shakey moans that fell from his swollen lips.

Peter may be able to crack jokes with thieves and criminals, but when your lips found that spot again, the one where his jaw and neck met, it was truly his weakness.

His grip on your hips softened. Somehow, you found the strength to continue riding his cock, moving your hips up and down.

Your name came out in the form of a broken whine, said over and over again like some sacred prayer.

You brought your hips down once more, this time with more force. The sound of skin slapping against skin quickly filled the room, mixed with yours and his obscene moans, creating a sound so lewd, it would have anyone nearby turning bright red.

"Want you t'fill me up," You whispered into his skin, the facial hair along his jaw brushing against your nose.

"Wanna-fuck- wanna make you full of me," He could barely get out words to form a sentence, the sensation of you squeezing him so tight, your body so close to his, overwhelming.

Your hands thread through his hair, tugging on the slightly sweaty locks. The sudden pull forced his head up, his eyes now boring into yours.

“Yeah?” Your voice was raspy. Though he’d never say it out loud, you knew from the way his cock twitched inside of you how much he loved when your voice got like that; low and desperate, dripping with seduction.

He weakly nodded.

Your lips captured his in a desperate kiss, your tongue slipping past his lips to tease and taste him. Peter was fully at your mercy now, letting you guide the pace.

“What are you waiting for then?” Your lips trailed up to the shell of his ear as your hips continued their ministrations, “C’mon Peter.”

It was hearing you say his name that led to his undoing; that led to him saying your name in the form of a beautifully broken moan, that led him to pulling your hips down, keeping you still as he filled you.

You loved it when Peter came inside of you; loved how his eyes were slightly closed as his red lips parted, moans escaping.

The sensation of being completely full of him spurred you on, your hips continuing to rise and fall.

His thumb found your clit, rubbing lazy circles as you neared the edge of your next high.

"C'mon sunshine," He groaned, "Use me."

Your nails dug into his broad shoulders as you did exactly that.

Peter loved when you got like this; gone with that sweet smile and in its place was a look of sheer, determined focus.

His other hand came up to your throat, his fingers spreading across your skin as his grip tightened.

As the oxygen slowly left your body, all you could focus on was how good it felt, sliding in and out of him. How loud the lewd reminder of how much you both had come echoed throughout the room.

How good he felt.

With one last thrust, you seized around him, back arching in pleasure as your body shook.

"Attagirl," He encouraged, his grip on your throat only loosening slightly, still firmly in place as he watched you come.

You slumped forward, your legs now jello. His arms wrapped around your back as he whispered soothing praises against your soft skin.

"There she is, there's my girl," He murmured before placing a soft kiss to your bare shoulder. His smile burned into your skin, something that always made your heart flutter.

Fingers trailed up to his dark locks, twirling several languidly, "Hey babe."

The nickname never failed to make Peter blush. Which, in turn, never failed to make you giggled as you peppered his bearded cheek with light pecks.

"Let's go get cleaned up, okay?" His hands moved to the backs of your thighs, ready to carry you.

"Can we stay like this for a little longer? Please?" How could he say no to you? To spend more time being close to you?

So his hands moved once more, one wrapped around your waist while the other gently stroked your cheek.

"'Course sunshine. We have all the time in the world."

You two did.

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shegetsburned · 5 months

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Since you like Kusakabe, could you share some hcs for us Kusakabe fans 🥺🥺

making my pathetic heart full with this request, i absolutely can <3 this is basically what i could think of in the moment, I'd also love to see some hcs from you anon!

꒰ 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙠𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 ꒱

man has back problems. he’s stretching and massaging his shoulders often to release the pain. i guess it’s carrying all that stress during missions or something.

i just know this man is always so unlucky. he wanted to avoid by any means necessary dangerous sorcerers/curses in shibuya and just happened to find himself beside none other than the king of curses. and he curses under his breath every time something like this happens.

i’m sure he rethought all his life choices as soon as sukuna showed up too.

like i already mentioned; enormous forearms due to his sword training. and they’re hairy too just how I like it

he’s like a dad who’s stuck with kids and doesn’t want to endorse these responsibilities but is so good with them nonetheless. like how he teaches stuff almost better than satoru so that the students understand.

so basically, the kind of teacher that doesn’t give a fuck but that all the students like.

he’s the type to say "fuck this job." then go to work every day.

kusakabe’s so grumpy bro. he’d answer your every question but look so done with you while doing it.

he snorts when he sleeps.

he has a whole ass collection of lures that he keeps hidden at home.

prefers to text than call and there are never any emojis nor traces of joy. he’ll never forget the coma too.

kusakabe’s determined to look presentable every day before work. not that he takes a lot of time to prepare. it’s more that he insists on wearing his usual black blazer and coat which makes him look more professional.

to go on about appearances, he shaves his beard every day and it’s so clean too. i mean, have you seen his perfect sideburns?

also, he’d just ruffle his hair and go on about his day, not other care needed and he looks so hot nevertheless

often mumbles "why the fuck am i here?"

prefers winter over all other seasons.

i feel like he’s also pretty healthy, i mean he has stopped smoking and i know he eats basic but healthy stuff most of the time.

has one favourite type of lollipop and doesn’t want to experiment with other flavours.

i’m sorry but his jawline? UGH.

𝙖/𝙣 : definitely going to do some for hcs for him as your man so never worry about the lack of content for him sweet anon, i gotcha. also i’m obsessed with him and will never stop being annoying so please be annoying with me kusakabe lovers.

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rae-writes · 10 months

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Now Playing: Animals by Nickleback

nsfw; fem!reader

I’m driving past your house while you were sneaking out I got the car door opened up so you can jump in on the run Your mom don’t know that you were missing She’d be pissed if she could see the parts of you that I’ve been kissing

Your giggles were music to his ears as he watched you sprint through your yard, appreciatively eyeing the way your clothes didn’t leave much to the imagination.

The car door swung open just as you hit the curb, allowing you to jump in while he floored it once you made contact with the seat.

“Hi, baby!” you let out an ‘oops’ when the door slammed shut itself, grinning at him with nothing but mischief written over your features.

He stuttered, “Hey D-OLL! Watch where you're placing those sinful lips of yours, huh?” Despite his words, he still tilted his head to give you more access to his neck.

You nearly crawled in his lap at the invitation, “No thank you.”

You’re beside me on the seat Got your hand between my knees And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze It’s hard to steer when you’re breathing in my ear But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears

“Pretty…” swiping your thumb over his slit, your fingers tightened briefly before slacking again, barely using any pressure as you jerked him off slowly- like it was your first time, even though you both knew it was damn well not your first time fisting his cock.

He groaned loudly at your touch and bucked his hips repeatedly; no one paid any attention to his foot pressing down a little too hard on the gas pedal. “Don’t- fuck- don’t fucking call it pretty. Just use your mouth, Doll, c’mon!”

The giggle you responded with was downright mischievous- “But it is, you’ve got such a pretty dick, baby-” you nipped at his neck, trailing your lips over his jawline before letting out breathy moans beside his ear.

“G-goddamn, y/n, fuck yes, keep stroking me like that-”

Leaning down, your tongue peeked out to dig into the slit of his cock, collecting the precum that’d beaded and begun rolling down the tip, “Watch the road, please.”

‘Cause this was it, like flicking on a switch It felt so good I almost drove into the ditch

You squealed, making his hands jerk the wheel harder at the vibrations, sending your lower half swinging off the seat you were kneeling on. Letting his cock go with a wet ‘pop’, your hands pushed back your hair so you could look up at him incredulously.

“Sorry, baby,” He laughed loudly, not sounding very sorry in the slightest, “Feels s’fuckin good- keep goin, pretty.”

“Stay on the road then, yeah?”

We were parked out by the tracks We’re sitting in the back And we just started getting busy When she whispered,

“What was that?” You sat up on your elbows, trying to glance out of the windows while tugging on his hair to make sure he was paying attention.

They were foggy due to your…ministrations and the fact that it was pitch black outside didn’t help at all.

He lifted his head from between your legs, licking his lips unnecessarily lewd-like before kissing up your stomach, “The wind, I think, cause no one else knows where we are.”

And that was when she started screaming-

“THAT’S MY DAD OUTSIDE THE CAR!”

His heart dropped, hands gripping at your waist, pulling you forward as he yanked his discarded shirt over your naked body, all while your hands busied themselves with tucking his cock back in his pants and zipping them.

Despite the very serious situation, you couldn’t help but laugh way too loudly, bumping your ass purposefully against his crotch- making him have a harder time pulling your underwear up your thighs.

“Baby, now is not the time!” Even so, he laughed right back, manhandling you into the front so he could hop over into the driver’s seat. “Sh-it!”

Oh please, the keys, they’re not in the ignition Must have wound up on the floor while We were switching our positions I guess they knew that she was missing As I tried to tell her dad it was her mouth that I was kissing

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me-” his fingers grasped at air where the keys should’ve been, moving between his long legs to try and feel them out on the floorboard blindly. The sound of his door forcibly being unlocked had him in a slight panic.

You yanked your boyfriend across the console, practically in your lap, as you both tried to scramble away from your fuming father. Clumsily opening the door behind you, your frame was dumped out onto the dirt, leaving his front half hanging out.

“Dad, wait-!”

He had to be crazy, you thought, watching him start laughing as he tried to huff out explanations to the man who had him by the ankle, but then again-

She’s crazy, he grinned, watching you finally tug him out of the car and start sprinting- barefoot- with his hand interlocked with yours, only clad in his t-shirt and your underwear.

↳ HANMA, Draken, Mikey, SANZU, Tachihara, DAZAI, Chuuya, Nikolai, Uzui, SANEMI, Douma, Atsumu, KYOUTANI, Semi, Tendou, AOMINE, Wakamatsu, HIMURO, HANAMIYA, DABI, Tomura, Hawks, Sero+Kaminari, GETOU+GOJO, Toji, Sukuna

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batbabydamian · 5 months

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question- do you mind doing fic recs? And if so, do you have any good fics centered around Dick and Damian's relationship? In particular anything that plays with their whole "I'm your brother but also your father/son but not but yes" thing they've got going on? If you see this thank you, you're doing the lord's work <3

anon if you’re still out there, thank you for your patience and hope you enjoy these! there’s MANY Dick&Damian fics i love so i tried to limit it to the “im your brother AND kinda your dad but not really” dynamic!!

3:16 by partingxshot

The knife pushes thin along Dick’s carotid artery, cupping the indent between neck and jawline—forcing him to angle his chin. The metal is warm, pulled with execution speed from under Damian’s pillow. “Okay,” Dick says quietly, tracking the intricacies of his own heartbeat—counting the space between breaths. “Guess I did need a shave.” (With faltering steps, Dick and Damian become Batman and Robin.)

i think every Dick & Damian enthusiast has read this lol it may be ongoing but its latest chapter is left on a very satisfying end for an arc!!

an endless road to rediscover by littlearrows

In the months before Mar'i is born, Dick and Damian take a cross-country road trip together.

if you enjoyed the Dick and Damian tension from Nightwing (2016) #16-20 you might like this! :’) encouraging everyone to read those issues tbh

to be human by newsical

None of his Gotham acquaintances look upon his old life favorably — this, Damian knows. Was his life not noble before? Damian feels like a waterboarded gnat, swirling towards a drain. Gently, as though he has not ripped out Damian’s stomach with his teeth, Alfred says, “Attempting to take his father’s place won’t work, Master Richard…” Their voices peter out, and the last thing Damian can hear is Richard huff and say something that sounds like, “No shit,” and he is alone. Somewhere, a clock ticks. Damian pictures it melting. (Dick and Damian over the years.)

lovely dive into Damian’s personal growth and his relationship with Dick!! reading the poem that inspired the fic, especially again after finishing the fic is a nice touch!

Do You Feel the Way My Past Aches? by fishfingersandjellybabies

Bruce finds a wayward Damian asleep on his couch. Dick then find them both. An unexpected conversation ensues.

a tender Bruce perspective on the dynamic! “Bruce thought back to watching them work, Dick the master of the spotlight and Damian his perfect shadow.” THEM

When You're The One Who's Loved by fishfingersandjellybabies

Damian doesn’t understand why Dick is so upset. Tim does, though.

SO SOFTT ykw just go thru all of this writer's Dick & Damian fics they just exude love and warmth!!

Tea for Two by StormLeviosa

Their apartment is full of smiles now. It is because of Pennyworth, he is sure. Damian did not realise how much he'd missed Pennyworth until he came back. He slotted into their little family like the puzzle piece you do not know is missing. It was pleasant, having a grandfather he did not need to fear, and Pennyworth was all that and more.

part of a series, but easily read as a standalone. they’ve given up the vigilante life and DOMESTIC DICK & DAMIAN + ALFRED!! WHOLESOME!! i also enjoy the other Damian installments of the series, fun explorations of his interests/skills like violin!! and animals (going to vet school!!)

Pop-tarts and orange juice by Ididloveyou_once

‘Do you ever wish that Father had actually died?’ ‘Never.’ And despite the vehemence with which Richard says the word, Damian thinks that he might be lying. But only because he hates himself for the truth. Or: Bruce has been back from the dead for three months. Damian doesn’t know how to feel. He does know that he misses his da- Richard. They talk about it… Sort of.

"He wants to tell him that nothing compares to being Robin at his side. To being Damian at his side." WAILING

The Weight of Legacy by DawnsEternalLight

Damian didn’t think. He didn’t have to, protecting Richard was instinct by now. Darting forward right into the arc of Crane’s scythe as it aimed for his partner’s neck was as familiar to him as breathing, etched into his DNA. For if he lost Richard again, how could he continue to exist? The man was not only his firmest tie to Batman’s mantle, now that Father was home and clashing with Damian, but at some point during their partnership he had inexorably woven himself into Damian’s very being. Through training, and lessons, and quiet nights filled with ice cream. Patience and love–a thing Damian had not hoped to find here when he’d first set foot on American soil. To lose Richard would be akin to losing a limb. And so Damian acted as if that were true. He wove protection of his mentor, Batman, sibling, into every action he took and refused to accept failure as an option.

"We Both Know You're The Last of the Graysons" as a fic prompt is wild...that panel never fails to make me cry... also, another writer with an abundance of fantastic Dick & Damian fics!!

Emergency Contact by DawnsEternalLight

Damian: Apologies for the intrusion into your day, Richard. I need you to pick me up from the gallery trip early, it seems I have been stabbed. Dick blinked down at the message then read it again. And again. His brain not quite processing the words staring up at him, backlit by the phone.

this ventures bit more into parent Dick Grayson, as in Damian explicitly calling Dick his dad at the end but it's a fun fic!! that preview always cracks me up LOL

The Stowaway by LittleLadybugs

There's a cat in the penthouse. Fortunately, Alfred has yet to find out. Now to keep it that way. OR Dick tries his best to parent Damian. Damian tries his best, period. They’re both a bit clumsy, but they’ve got the spirit. There might be a cat Meow ᓚᘏᗢ 💙💚

smiling and laughing through this whole fic THEY ARE SO SILLY I LOVE THEM

as love carries its strength, but not its labels by AlterHarpia

Bruce is on a trip beyond Earth’s Solar System for longer than he intended, making Dick and Damian fall into an old pattern. “I'm not Batman.” A mere reminder, perhaps, but when said to Damian it always sounds like an apology.

basically them putting into words their own funky lil dynamic!!

Let The Right One In by whaleofatime

Hot on the trail of Deadshot threatening mayhem in Japan, Dick and Damian find themselves going undercover as a father-son duo on House Hunters International. Deadshot won't be the only source of chaos in Tokyo this summer, and Dick's only a little apologetic.

okok kinda cheating here since they’re just undercover as dad and son lol BUT it’s such a fun read of the duo on a Japan trip (mission)!

the primacy of personal conscience by birdsofthesoul

"WHAT MAKES IAGO EVIL? some people ask. I never ask." — Joan Didion, Play It as It Lays Or: Dick, his family, and the moral morass of a wishing well.

cheating again bc plot not focused on Dick and Damian’s relationship, but it’s there! really enjoyed the characterizations and dynamics here!!

soft clocks by dustorange

Side effects of being revived by Lex Luthor may include amnesia, going undercover into a high-level espionage agency, not recognizing your family, fighting your family, and dealing with the emotional weight and guilt associated with encountering said family. Ask your doctor if being revived by Lex Luthor is right for you. (a.k.a. Dick has amnesia during his time at Spyral. The family grapples with finding out he's alive. Dick grapples with finding out he has a family. Inspired by this post by bigskydreaming.)

lol sorry another not focused on their relationship but!! came and stayed for the plot, then the Dick & Damian moments KNOCKED ME OUTT!!

#anon #fic #i just realized i never made an ask tag sgdhfh #sorry this took so long ive been hella busy and combing thru almost 400 fics is a lot hahagsfshdj #someone ask me for Dick and Damian during their Batman and Robin days lol THE BLUEPRINT OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP WAHH #but then there’s more fics after that era…ask for those too idk HAHA #ask

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billlydear · 1 year

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Hi :) Just finished reading "Basic Biology" and I loved it ! Please tell me you're doing a part 2 (and even a part 3 and perhaps a part 4 as well) : It had me crying. I wish I could just give him a hug : the most loving hug ever.

Could I request a Billy Hargrove x Reader fic in which he is brushing reader's long hair to comfort her because he can feel she is too anxious and he knows that having her hair played with calms her down sometimes ? It's a bit short so maybe you can include other elements as well. Maybe a completely different fic but with that specific scene in it ? I'm not sure I just know I'd love to read something with this scene in it. I trust you in this !

Many thanks ;)

LITTLE THINGS - BILLY HARGROVE X READER

W.C 564 - REQUEST - MASTERLIST - CREDIT TO GIF OWNER

A/N: i'm so so so glad you enjoyed basic biology! i'm not gonna lie i was really nervous to post it, so feedback makes my day! there will definitely be more parts, i've got them all planned out :D and me too, he deserves an opportunity to heal :(

It's rare that you're at Billy's for the evening. You don't typically spend time at his house, because you're just as scared of his dad as he is, but his parents are out for the night, and Max is out late with her friends.

The threat of Neil and Susan coming home early probably contributes to your anxiety, but it's not the sole cause, and Billy can tell. He reaches over from where he's flipping through a magazine, muscle cars displayed on the thin, waxy pages, and pulls gently on a strand of hair by your ear.

"Hey, you," He murmurs, using the piece of hair he's tugging on to turn your face towards him, "Something on your mind?"

"A lot," You admit, nodding as soon as he releases his hold on your hair, "I'm just.. anxious, I guess. Nervous."

"About anything specific? Or just anxious?" He bites the inside of his cheek, jawline sharpening at the movement. You shake your head, rubbing messily at one of your eyes, "Just anxious."

"Don't be," He knows it's not that simple, but it's all he can say in the moment, "You'll be fine, babe. Go get my brush."

"What?"

"Just do it," He pushes gently at your shoulder, urging you up and off of the bed in search of the bathroom, "The wide one, not the comb!"

Billy's bathroom is definitely his. It's littered with various curl products, a lot of hairspray, and a razor at the side of the sink. You find the brush easily, and you love him so you won't complain about the strands of hair that you pull out of it first.

When you get back to his room he's cross-legged on the bed, magazine shut on his nightstand. Your book is laid out waiting for you, though, bookmark in place just in case the spine snaps shut.

"Sit down," He prompts you, gesturing to the space in front of him.

You take your seat trying not to get your hopes up. Logically, why else would he ask for his hairbrush and then sit you in front of him? But the offer seems too good to be true, so you feign cluelessness.

"Just relax," His voice is calming and smooth, a sound that loosens the knot of anxiety in your chest, "Read your book, and try not to think about it."

The first scrape of the brush through your hair is intoxicating. It sends a shiver down your spine that he chases, the prongs of the brush rubbing against your t-shirt and folding it strangely against your skin. He lets out a low chuckle at your response, and redirects the brush to your scalp.

"Why are you doing this?" You wonder, eyes drifting over the words on the pages of your book but not actually taking them in.

"Because I always see you play with your hair when you're nervous," He hums, soft and sweet by your ear, "I figured it made you feel better, or something."

"It does," You breathe, “It’s just soothing, I guess.”

“Good,” He presses a kiss to the shell of your ear, moving the brush through the strands of hair there right after, “Don’t stress, baby, you’ll get through it.”

And as Billy’s fingers comb through your hair alongside the brush, meticulously covering every inch of your scalp in ticklish, tingly lines, you’re confident that you will.

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fuckyeahdindjarin · 1 year

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Cee!!!! Congrats (again)! You’re absolutely amazing and i love all these game ideas!

And I’m sorry, I can’t stop thinking about sending Pedro Boys to Shiv’s salon. I have to know, how would she (and Frankie) be with Marcus Moreno? Sure, he can be sweet, but the man has a playful edge to him that’s hard to deny 🖤

Shiv’s Salon: Marcus Moreno

Thank you for sending this request (and that hot dilf pic) in Cat, I’m so flattered that you trust me enough to send your man to Shiv 🥰 As I mentioned, I loved the dynamics between Marcus and his mum, and this pretty much wrote itself ❤️

580 words | warnings: meddling mother, harmless flirting, I only watched Marcus clips so apologies if he’s OOC

‘Are you single, honey?’

‘Mum!’ Marcus pinches the bridge of his nose and looks up at you apologetically. ‘I’m sorry. That was wildly inappropriate.’

You grin, putting away the layering shears. ‘I’m afraid not, ma’am.’

Mrs. Moreno clucks. ‘What a shame.’

‘No, mum, we’re happy for her,’ cuts in Marcus. ‘I’m terribly sorry about this.’

‘I mean, if I wasn’t -’ you trail off suggestively with a wink.

He chuckles. ‘You don’t need to flatter me. I’m already paying for her birthday makeover.’

Squeezing Mrs. Moreno on the shoulder, you say, ‘Alright, birthday girl, your hair is perfect, and Ashton will take care of your mani pedi next in our backyard spa.’

‘Thanks Shiv,’ the older woman gives you a kiss on the cheek before she follows Ashton out back - who brazenly winks at a visibly amused Marcus and mouths I’m single, call me as he closes the door behind him.

You tap Marcus on his shoulder as you meet his eyes in the mirror. ‘Something I can do for you while we wait?’

He shakes his head. ‘Oh no, don’t worry about it. I have to go pick up my daughter in fifteen minutes.’

‘C’mon, I don’t have any other customers right now.’

Marcus smiles at you, corner of his eyes wrinkling behind his thick black frames as he surrenders easily. ‘Ok, uh, I guess - can you show me how to style my hair? Like for a date?’

You rub your hands in exaggerated excitement. ‘Alright, mister, now we’re talking. What kind of look do you wanna go for?’

‘No idea,’ he shrugs and swipes at his untidy locks a bit self-consciously. ‘I’m just a single dad who struggles to even condition his hair - show me what looks good.’

Taking a fine-toothed comb, you trace a parting down the far right side with the pointed end, then you start combing down the hair so it sits tidily on his scalp. Marcus watches you in the mirror, attentive but relaxed, as you turn his face slightly to the left so he can see what you’ve done so far.

‘See how your natural hairline follows the sideburn right down to the beard to your jawline? I like how smart this looks.’

Brushing the pad of your index finger on his prickly facial hair, you feel his jaw twitch and a flash of heat under your skin. You arch an eyebrow at him, ‘Down, boy.’

He clears his throat. ‘Sorry.’

You wink at him. ‘You don’t want to get my boyfriend jealous.’

Marcus grins. ‘I can take him - probably.’

Moving to the other side, you show him how he should brush the rest of his hair and to tease a bit of height on his fringe with hair mousse. A couple of spritzes of hairspray, and you’re done.

Marcus stares at you intently in the mirror. ‘How did you do that?’

‘Do what?’

‘Know what looks good on me?’

You grin. ‘I’m old and wise.’

He teases, ‘You sure you’re not single?’

‘Save that charm on someone who actually is available, Mr Moreno,’ you reply in mock admonishment.

With a glance at his watch, he gets onto his feet and gives you a two-finger salute. ‘Appreciate this Shiv, I’ll be back with Missy to pick my mum up later.’

You give Marcus a wave as he walks off with a spring in his step that reminds you of Frankie strutting away from the salon when you cut his hair the first time.

You grin to yourself proudly. Damn, you’re good at your job.

Fuck Yeah 1.2k Sleepover

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justfandomwritings · 2 years

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Safety Blanket (Hangman)

Pairing: Hangman x Reader (Addie)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Angst, Sadness, Mentions of Lost Virginity (not in a negative/something bad happnened context, just a jealous one); angst with a happy ending (of sorts)

Prompted by @callsignvalley reblogging my last story with: “How did you know you wanted… that you wanted her to be… you know… your first?” did anyone else spiral about how addie must've felt when jake lost his virginity to marie leonard because i definitely did :(((

Notes: @callsignvalley you are to blame for this... or this is dedicated to you. Idk depends how you look at it. This story is not beta-read and was not edited at all. This is a first draft, random thought spawned by Valley's reblog.

Normally The Only Thing Universe stories can be read as a stand alone. This time, I don't think it will make sense if you don't read at least This Moment.

The Only Thing Masterlist

"I had sex with Marie."

"What?" Addie hummed as she continued packing up her books into her bag. Trying to fit all of them back in there always seemed impossible. She could've gotten a bigger bag, but what she really wanted was smaller textbooks. She never had to muscle them all in there like this last year.

"I said..." Jake sucked in a breath, "at Dante's party this weekend... I had sex with Marie."

Addie heard him the second time, and she blinked owlishly as her eyes slowly rose to look up at his. "Y-You did what?"

"Had sex... with Marie." Jake was chewing the corner of his bottom lip nervously.

He'd swung his legs off his bench and was kicking them back and forth. Turning up and down the edge of the rug repeatedly under foot. His eyes were boring into hers, like he was waiting with bated breath to see her reaction.

"Marie Leonard?"

"Yeah."

"From the cheerleading squad?"

"Yeah."

Addie blinked again, slowly, deliberately. "W-Well, how was it?"

Jake blinked back at her. Clearly, it was not the reaction he'd expected or perhaps hoped for. "F-Fine. It was fine. She was nice."

"Well," Addie jerked the zipper of her bag closed with possibly too much force. The sound of the teeth sliding back together was loud, aggresive in the otherwise quiet room. "I'm glad. Good for you."

"Thanks."

"We'll talk about it later but," Addie flung the bag up onto her shoulder, "I have to get back before Dad gets home and loses it when he sees I still haven't cleaned."

Jake shuffled to the edge of the bench, leaning over to look up and down the floor for his shoes in front of it. "Yeah, do you still need help with the yard?"

"No, I've got it."

Jake's head shot up.

Addie never turned down his help.

"Oh... ok then... I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah!" Addie gave him a smile that could only be described as 'polite' then turned and waved over her shoulder as she left his bedroom. "See you tomorrow!"

The door clicked shut behind her, and she marched determinedly down the hall, to the stairs, down the stairs, out the front door and promptly collapsed on the front yard grass.

The adrenaline, the shock that had kept her emotions in check, kept her face composed, kept her feet moving one in front of the other as she walked away, evaporated only seconds after she stepped out into the sun, and her heart gave out in her chest, stuttering to a near halt and falling like a weight as it dragged her to her knees.

It was such a nice day outside, such a beautiful day. Warm air, cool breeze, bright sun, fluffy clouds. It was the picture perfect day.

Picture perfect Marie. Beautiful Marie. Hot Marie. Sleek black hair pulled back in a ponytail, jawline that could cut like a knife, shining white teeth and piercing dark eyes Marie. Captain of the cheerleading squad Marie . Honor roll student with legs for days and not a mean word to say about anyone Marie. The golden girl and the golden boy. The picture perfect couple on the picture perfect day.

She imagined them, huddling together in Dante's room, somewhere away from prying eyes, exchanging excited whispers and sweet remarks. Jake placing loving kisses on her lips. Marie running her fingers through his golden hair.

It wasn't the sex that broke her. It was the intimacy, the touch. Jake's hand holding hers as he pulled her away from the party to somewhere more private. Marie's fingers stroking over parts of Jake's skin that no one else, not even Addie, got to see. It was holding each other close in the afterglow, smiling at each other and the collective happiness that they and only they had ever brought each other.

It wasn't the sex. It wasn't Marie. It was that it would never be her.

"No."

It wasn't a scream or a cry or a shout of despair. It was a whimper, a heartbroken plea for the universe to turn back time to yesterday and give her the chance to say what was really on her mind before it was too late.

She imagined it. Scenes from the movie Groundhog Day, an infinite number of do-overs till she got it right, a chance to learn from her mistakes, an opportunity to find a better way. To turn back time, just one day, over and over again until finally the story gave her her own happy ending.

She only needed one day. That wasn't too much to ask. One day to fix all her mistakes, to tell him how she felt before he found someone else, to take her chance while she still could, to spell out for him that she was in love with him.

She'd thought, for a brief shining moment at prom, that he might've felt something for her too, that he might have liked her, even been falling in love with her the way she was already desperately in love with him.

But that couldn't be true.

Tears were carving tracks down Addie's cheeks before she could stop them, not that she would ever try to do something so obviously useless.

This didn't hurt.

Her father being an asshole hurt. Her brother blaming for everything her hurt. Her parents divorce hurt. Her mother abandoning them hurt. Her mother's new perfect 'better' family hurt. Her father's drinking problem hurt. Her family hurt.

This was excruciating. Watching Jake slip away was excruciating. Suffocating.

She choked in a gasping breath of air, trying to fill her lungs because she could never fill her heart.

"Jake..." She choked out.

Her knees slipped out from under her, and she dragged them up into her chest, burying her face in her thighs, hiding her face away from the beautifully perfect day that was mocking her pain.

How was it that even in the face of such gut wrenching, heart rendering, trauma inducing pain, all she wanted was to crawl back up stairs to Jake?

Because even when it was him, him who broke her heart, him who crushed her naive hope, who ripped away her fantasy that one day she would muster up the courage to tell him how she felt and that he would breath a sigh of relief and tell her he felt the exact same, her fantasy that he would sweep her up in his arms and kiss her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered to him....

He was the only thing that could sooth her pain. And now, the only thing she couldn't have.

With no balm, no consolation, no Jake, with only the knowledge that she was stuck here, stuck in the Seresin's front yard, alone for the first time in her life since meeting Jake, Addie wept.

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It could've been six minutes, six hours, or six days later.

Addie wouldn't have been able to tell.

The passage of time was only a concept she could comprehend in the past, could only comprehend when dwelling on how she was too late. It wasn't a concept she could comprehend in the present. She couldn't feel hear the clock ticking or feel the moments flying by.

Her awakening to the reality of the world around her wasn't subtle or sweet, wasn't soft or gentle, wasn't the comforting hand Jake usually rubbed up and down her back as she cried in his lap or the smell of her favorite cookies Debbie always baked for her when she was sad.

It was Ronnie, clambering haphazardly off the school bus having just got out of Kindergarten.

"Addie!" Ronnie's high pitched shriek as she came running across the yard was almost as jarring as the news she'd received from Jake earlier.

It was happy, gleeful, out of place with the moment and with Addie's mood.

"Addie! Guess what! I got to read in class today! And I didn't mess up any of the words! And Ms. Grenville said I was the best reader she'd had in a long time! And I told her that my best friend Addie taught! And she remembered you! And she said you were the best reader she'd had ever! Isn't that fun!"

Ronnie's excited little fists were shaking in the air as she happily jumped up and down in the grass at her high praise from her favorite teacher, and only teacher so far not that she cared.

Addie's watery eyes made her smile seem far sadder than she intended as she tried to muster up the energy to congratulate Ronnie. "That's great, Ronnie. I'm so proud of you. I know your mom will be too."

Her face wasn't really what Ronnie seemed to notice. It was her tone, lower, huskier from all the time she'd spent crying.

Ronnie quirked her head to one side. "Are you sad, Addie?"

"Yeah, Ronnie. I had a bad day."

Ronnie shrugged her backpack off immediately and unzipped it. She began rummaging through her bag, throwing school supplies over her shoulder without a care.

Any other day that alone would've made Addie smile, but this was not any other day.

'HERE!" Ronnie triumphantly ripped her hand out of her backpack. Her tiny fist was clutched around a small stuffed dog.

Ronnie held it expectantly in Addie's direction. "This is Austin. Ma gave him to me when I went to school to squeeze when I was feeling sad or missed home. You can have him."

"Oh Ronnie," Addie tentatively reached out a hand and let Ronnie drop the small puppy in her palm. "I don't want to take your puppy."

"You aren't taking him. I need him back. I get sad all time especially in reading class cause I want to read the stories you and Ma and Jake read me." She had the motor-mouth of a small child, her eyes and mind wandering as she spoke without a thought or filter, and it quirked Addie's lips up at the corner. "I need him back for when I'm sad, but you're sadder than me right now, and I don't want you to be sad because you're always happy and that makes me happy. So you can borrow him till your happy again, and then give him back to me for school."

It touched a chord in Addie somewhere, tugged at it more like. That this little girl cared about her so much to give up her safety blanket, a safety blanket that she objectively needed and used all the time, just because she thought it might help Addie.

Addie cupped the small stuffed animal reverently in both of her hands and cradled it against her chest. "I'll take very good care of him."

"You better!" Ronnie flopped onto the grass next to Addie. "He's my best friend besides you."

"I'm your best friend?"

"Of course!" Ronnie proudly declared. "And Kate's and Jake's. But I don't know why. Boys are gross."

Addie chuckled, "Jake's not gross."

Ronnie rolled her eyes, "Only to you because he likes you. Like how Ma says husbands are supposed to love wives, only Pa doesn't love Ma as much as Jake loves you."

Addie couldn't help it. Her hands tightened as she squeezed the puppy in her hands. Oddly, Ronnie was right, it did bring her a small ounce of comfort. "Jake doesn't love me."

Ronnie laid back in the grass, tugging up fist-fulls of green blades and throwing them up in the air, and she said in the matter-of-fact way that only a child could, "Yes he does. Like the princes love the princesses in the movies. Like he wants to spend happily ever after with you. Like you're the only thing he wants."

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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God of what? - L. Tucker

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Very bantery and wordy, pnv!sex, Baby daddy!Lance, chubby Lance, we love dad bods, both are self absorbed as hell, Maggie is still an Angel, teasing, switching, humiliation, creampie, afab!reader

Taglist: @borikenlove @lovelykhaleesiii ;)

Lance Tucker. Gold medalist. Major dickface. Baby daddy. You were one of the team coordinators for USA gymnastics and had to check in on his gym and girls. Which you had no clue how the bastard wasn’t banned for knocking up the Townsend girl but she said it was consensual and they were very much in love.

But Lance did get knocked down a peg. His gym was relocated to Northern California. What you would call Sasquatch weed farm land. An educated guess would be this is where the prick was from. He never married Maggie Townsend but they ‘co-parented’ from what you could see on social media. You wished you were sent to Hope Ann’s gym, atleast she was entertaining.

You got out of the uber and glanced at the gym. It looked nice, very eco-friendly in appearance. Of course his name was plastered in big ass letters on the sign. You remembered him at the Olympics, but he was on his way out and you were sixteen. You won gold on bars and floor that year. Then gold on bars and floor the next Olympics. He wouldn’t back you into a damn corner.

You entered through the doors, silently dipping to the side, hoping to not garner any attention. You leaned against a half-wall and surveyed the scene. Maggie was working with girls on the vault, smiley and vapid as usual. Lance hollered at two older gymnasts on floor exercises. You raised a brow at the state of the former team coordinator.

The motherfucker had on his usual tracksuit, but equipped with a baby backpack, the child just shaking around with Lance’s annoyed arm movements. You snickered quietly, holding a hand over your mouth. Parenting had taken its toll on the former Olympian, Tucker was definitely sporting a ‘dad bod’. His thick waist and what you guessed was a belly had that zip-up straining. Still clean shaven but you could spot the pouch under his chin, the softening of a jawline.

Hm. How the mighty have fallen. You couldn’t say he didn’t look cute with the baby daddy fluff but once he opened his mouth all attraction flew to Antarctica. Blue eyes flickered over your way, once, twice, and his mouth clamped shut.

You could hear him from afar, “Go get some water and your heads outta your ass, coordinator’s here.”

He stalked over, baby bouncing and laughing eagerly. You eyed the team USA patch and the embroidery on the backpack. Future Olympian - Tucker Jr. Did his arrogance know no bounds? Apparently not. Lance approached and asked, “Why did they send you here? My two girls are fine.”

You shrugged, “Had to make sure you weren’t impregnating more up and comers, Tuck. Just a routine check, loosen up that tracksuit huh?”

His full cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment. Lance grumbled, “Yeah fuck you, come and watch then.” Maggie had bounded over, gushing over you adorably. Poor thing had no brain cells but was cute as a button. She cooed, “Oh my god! I can’t believe it’s you! You were my hero growing up, I modeled my first floor routine after you!”

You grinned and gave her a hug, warmly replying, “Thank you, that’s an honor I could inspire you.”

She looked at Lance and pointed toward you, “Can you believe it? It’s like one of the best USA gymnasts ever!” He frowned deeply. “Yes Margaret. I won my gold when she was still in juniors.” Maggie babbled on, “But she has four golds.” Lance gritted his jaw, you watching his eye twitch from even multiple feet away.

“Yep. Great. Please go back to the girls.”

Maggie waved at you again with a bright smile, Lance face palming dramatically. You eyed his reddened face with a smirk. The brunette cursed, “She’s a fucking idiot.” You asked, “What’s that make you Lance? Don’t fuck stupid then.” He waved you off with a snarl, gathering his protégés up to run through their routines.

You watched with crossed arms as they warmed up. Lance had unbuckled his baby and handed the pack over to Maggie with a kiss to the child’s head. That was cute. No. You eyed him stride back over, still holding that confident swagger. He grinned at you and said, “My girls will definitely be qualifying.” You shrugged and replied, “We’ll see, yeah?”

“You’re a bitch.”

“I know. Suck in.”

Lance blushed and straightened up, embarrassed and now curling in under his arms. He scrabbled for his phone to press play for the first girl’s floor routine. She was good, you watching silently. Quietly you said, “Needs to make sure she’s not landing with her head forward like that.”

“JOHNSON, KEEP YOUR BODY TUCKED IN!”

“Yes sir!,” she yelped while doing a split.

This would be a long day.

Later on while watching bars you noted Tucker being uncharacteristically quiet. Towards you of course. He was barking at the gymnasts every other swing. You offered, “How’s the dad life going for you?” Affronted blue eyes jerked towards you. His jaw clicked open and shut. Lance replied smoothly, “Good. It’s not hard once you get routines down.”

“You changing diapers?,” you snickered.

He made a disgusted face and replied, “Maggie does that. I can do everything else just fine. Waiting for him to start walking so we can start training.” You raised a brow, holding back a guffaw. He snapped, “What? He’s got good gymnast blood!” You held your hands up and apologized, “Yeah, yeah, gotta keep the Tucker name alive.”

The conversation ended. He gave some more advice to the two girls. You hummed, “Want to get dinner after this?” Lance straightened up, eyeing you suspiciously, “Sure. I’ll drive, Coach.” You poked him in his fluffy side, “I bet you’re hungry huh?”

“Fuck you!”

“Sorry, soft spot I see.”

Lance gritted his jaw, holding back another tirade. His temper was still hot but not blazing like it used to be. You cooed, enjoying the poking of ‘papa bear’, “No need to be so tetchy Tucker, you look good rocking the dad bod! Probably hard to stay in shape with Junior!”

His hands flew up as your fellow coach snarked, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up! Tucker got fucking fat, ha ha! Go eat a cock.” Lance’s eyes rolled aggressively as he walked over to the girls for the final talk of the day. You waited by the door as they closed up the gym, checking your phone.

Lance strode past you and called, “Let’s go.”

You rolled your eyes. “Such a gentleman!”

Following the surly coach to his Beamer you almost broke out into laughter again. You couldn’t take him very seriously, not a bit, it was endearing. Climbing into the passenger side you looked back at the car seat and smiled. Lance muttered, “I’m on a diet, y’know.”

You replied, “I’m just fucking with you, calm down Tuck.”

He backed the car up while grumbling, “The amount of pussy I get is down to zero now. Shit fucking blows.”

You raised a brow, kicking your legs up on the dash, earning a sharp glare. Looking out the window you stated, “Hate to be the bitch again but you don’t have the best reputation, especially now buddy.”

“Not your fuckin’ buddy,” he pouted, “Maggie goes on dates all the damn time.”

“Maggie’s not an asshole.”

You really wanted Tucker to blow his top. See that famous temper in action. Out of curiosity of course, not some desire to tame him. Yes. Totally.

But he gritted his jaw and jerked down a road to a little downtown area and parking in front of a row of shops and restaurants. He sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt, glaring at his tummy like it might disappear. You did the same, inquiring, “Where are we eating? Since you’re on a diet and all.” Lance snapped, “Vegan joint.”

You smirked and patted his cheek, “How healthy.”

Lance gave you a snarky grin, anger radiating off his entire being. Good. You poked him in the side again for good measure, hopping out the BMW before receiving an earful of angry dad. The elder gymnast cornered you quicker than you could step on the sidewalk, big arms crossed. He jerked his jaw. “What’s your fucking deal? I barely know you. We trained together once.”

Now it was your turn to be bashful. You didn’t really know why you were fucking with him. Originally it was out of spite but now? You weren’t sure. He jeered, “I’m waiting? Not so mouthy now huh?” Mouth agape you stood in front of his bigger frame, stuck. You pushed past him and entered the restaurant, the other laughing haughtily.

Several drinks later.

Lance offered to walk you back to your hotel down the street, considering dinner went okay. There was that stagnant energy looming over you both. But you distracted the idiot by letting him brag the entire dinner. He needed it anyways, you’d been riding his ass all day. Guys like him needed their little ego boost.

He walked beside you inside the lobby, not stopping even as you pressed the elevator button. You stared blatantly. “You think you’re getting lucky or something?” Lance closed into your space again, hand on the wall as he grinned, minty breath hitting your face. He crooned, “Obviously. I got you figured out now.”

Ding. The elevator doors opened. He followed you in. You pushed him roughly against the wall, hand blindly pressing the button to your floor. You growled, “Shut the fuck up,” and kissed him. Big hands groped your ass while you fought against Lance’s mouth— teeth and tongue intertwined. His nose brushed against yours, you pressed into his soft body harder. The pair of you looked like some horny damn teens.

Ding.

He lifted you up easily, you wrapping your legs around his hips. Lance hotly murmured against your lips, “So you had the hots for me? That’s what’s got your panties in a twist, huh?” You slapped him across the cheek lightly, swearing, “I wanted to fuck you when you won pommel horse gold that first time you stupid prick.” His eyes rolled back, a grin splitting across pink lips.

You kissed Lance again, both hands cradled in his soft hair. He pulled away groaning, “Where- the room- fuck!” More smacking of lips filled the hallway. You panted, “Last- oh Goddammit- one on the right.” In an awkward flurry of limbs Tucker had managed to grapple your keycard and open the door.

He nipped at your swelling upper lip, laughing, “You were a fucking twig then, I mean Hope Ann had more ass.” You narrowed your eyes at him, hopping down and shoving Lance across your bed. He propped up on an elbow with a smirk. Climbing onto thick thighs you replied, “You were skinnier then too— if I remember correctly.” Grabbing a handful of his soft belly emphasized the point.

Watching his brows furrow and lips pout up was priceless. Lance retorted petulantly, “Bring it up again and I’m gonna start thinking you like it.” You shrugged and started pulling at his tight red pullover, the brunette grunting at the sudden stretch. “Easy!,” Lance yelped. The undershirt didn’t last long either, you were goddamn going nuts.

He pawed at your jacket, unzipping the white fabric, shrugging you out of it. He sucked in a breath when you unhooked your bra in a swift motion, hands groping your tits, mouth finding it’s way between. Yanking his hair you hissed, “That’s it, use your mouth for something other than talking about yourself, fuck, Tucker.”

He lapped around a nipple, moaning softly. You rutted down into his lap, grinding against his cock with an aborted mewl. You got plenty of dick. So how you were rolling around with Lance Tucker, gone to seed God of Gymnastics, was purely lust motivated. He lazily moved to your other tit, suddenly going too slow for your liking.

“Hurry your fat ass up- hah- what is this? Soft core hour?”

He nipped rudely, causing you to squeak and yank dark hair again. Lance pulled off your tit, lips obscenely swollen. His pupils were blown wide, eyes lidded seductively. He cocked his head and hummed, “Someone’s needy.”

“Fuck you!”

“Trying to, spitfire.” Good one. Your old nickname.

You hobbled off of his thighs to yank down your leggings and underwear, glaring. Lance copied your actions, albeit he struggled a bit more. You zeroed in on his pretty cock but then the tattoo registered. Lance’s smug face fell when you started laughing. He yanked the lamp off.

You giggled, pawing at him in the dark. “Oh my god, you can’t be serious right now, turn the damn lamp back on!” He protested, “No! It doesn’t look right in this state!” You fell against his soft chest, guffawing now, “Oh my god you aren’t even embarrassed about the tattoo itself?”

You flicked the lamp back on with a sharp grin, the light illuminating his unimpressed face. Nipping at his soft chin you ran hands down soft flesh, wrapping around Lance’s heated cock. He gasped softly, arching ever so into you. Cooing gently against hard and fast strokes, “I’m just playing with you again Tuck. S’that feel good?”

He exhaled out a shaky moan, eyes fluttering shut. You kissed downwards, making a wet line to that beautiful cock of his, heavy and curved. Lance babbled when you wrapped your lips around the thick tip, “Oh fucking Christ- you’re a little freak you know that? Hopping your way around the coaches this year? ” You squeezed his balls in warning, Lance moaning again with a grin.

You bobbed your head a couple of times, drooling heavily on the flushed member. Pulling off you rasped, “No, just the ones who are stupid, self-absorbed, and named Lance.” His inevitable retort turned into a whine when you flicked your tongue across his weeping slit. One of his hands fisted into your hair, pulling you forcefully up and off his cock with a lewd noise.

Lance rumbled, “Enough of this shit.” You moaned in surprise feeling him manhandle you under his bulk, trapped efficiently. The brunette was settled between your thighs, cock readied at your entrance. He purred into your ear, “Pussy’s just wet for me then? Fuckin’ hell spitfire.”

“Yeah, yeah, c’mon and fuck me, you’re right Lance, no more shit!”

“I’m always fucking right,” he grunted while sliding into your pussy. The pair of you cried out in unison, panting into each other’s mouth while adjusting. Your legs wrapped back up around Lance’s softened waist, whimpering at the stretch. He fared no better, lips barely touching your own as he groaned out, “Baby- baby, sh-shit!”

There were a couple of tentative thrusts before Lance eased into a rhythm. His arms were still strong as ever. One was braced next to your head and the other held your waist as he fucked into you. You felt up whatever muscle or softness you could grab on the Olympian, moaning his name in a desperate litany. Lance was back to nonsensically talking, switching between praising your body to extolling his virtues.

You wanted him to talk about you more.

Squeezing your inner walls down on Lance made the man stutter on his thrust, moaning sluttily. You used the pause to flip him onto his back with an ‘oof’. Smirking down at him you bounced up and down roughly, hands pulling at your nipples. “You’re soo lucky Tuck, guess Mags doesn’t, ah, put out for you anymore?”

Lance gripped at your hips rough enough to leave a bruise, smacking his hips into your own. It sounded like a serious porno in the room with all the wet noises, whining, and smacking. He gritted out, “Guess you weren’t getting much either huh? Sure there’s plenty of fish in the sea that can deal with your attitude.” He got a slap again, making those pretty blues roll up.

You shoved your lips against his, Lance sitting upright to wrap around you, one of those calloused hands snaking it’s way around. His belly was soft against your own, making you moan into his mouth. He jerked up into your pussy, you meeting him shamefully with rough bounces. His cock was rubbing against your sweet spot, pushing ‘ah ah ahs’ out of your mouth.

Your were beginning to shake down to your thighs, scratching at his muscular back. Lance growled against your lips, “Taking my cock so good yeah? Sucking me down like a good slut! Fuck, yes!” You threw your head back and shouted eagerly. In a guttural rasp you replied, “Yeah yeah- fucking hell- you’re a good lay I’ll give you that, daddy.”

Lance’s eyes blew black and he slapped your ass, choking on a groan. The pair of you bickered and panted, writhing into eachother. The noises reached a fever pitch, you whining in pleasure, Lance babbling nonsensically. Your pussy tightened and twitched.

“F-fuck, Tucker, gonna cum, harder!”

He swore, “Fucking slut, god!” He pushed you onto your back, hands holding your hips as he jackhammered into your pulsing cunt. You cried and squirmed, going rigid and cumming hard, eyes rolling up. Lance choked your name out, whimpering softly, growing sloppy with his thrusts. He rasped brokenly, “God fucking damn baby, oh god!”

“Fill me up, fill me up,” you chanted.

Lance dug deep a final time, mouthing into your neck as he spilled into you, grunting and moaning. He collapsed flat on top of you with broken little noises, face smushed into your neck still. You sighed in content, lazily rubbing his back in content. His cock began to soften, seed dribbling out between your thighs.

“Hmm, see you again in Paris, Tucker?”

“Uh-huh, maybe some more before that,” he looked up to stare at you, “I need some…hm, help?”

“You? Asking for help?,” you laughed.

He rolled his eyes and laid his head back down, groaning in annoyance.

#lance tucker x reader #lance tucker smut

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luanna801 · 2 years

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Jack Seward Portrayals, Rated According to Strong Jaw and Good Forehead

Aka, a post that exists because I think it’s hilarious that the only physical description we get of Jack is “the lunatic-asylum man, with the strong jaw and the good forehead”, and, as Lucy has decreed that these are the only characteristics of his that matter, I will be rating his portrayals accordingly.

Please note that I have seen some of these adaptations and not others, and I definitely have Opinions about which I prefer, but that is not what this post is about! How much I like the adaptation overall, or even its portrayal of Jack Seward in terms of writing or acting, is not what we’re talking about here. These ratings will be SOLELY on the basis of Strong Jaw and Good Forehead, and as such I will be expecting to see full DCAU Superman jaw action, and... uhhhh...

... Look, I’ll be honest, I have no dang idea what a ““good forehead”” is supposed to look like. Or at least, I didn’t when I started writing this post. This was a journey, friends, and I hope you’ll join me on it.

1) Gustav Botz in Nosferatu (1922)

This is Off-Brand Discount Dracula because F.W. Murnau didn’t legally get the rights to the book, so Dr. Seward is called Professor Sievers here, but he’s still recognizably the same character and gets a couple of his iconic scenes with Renfield. What he does not get, sadly, is his strong jaw and good forehead. I think the scruffy hairstyle and beard aren’t helping, but this actor isn’t really bringing the jaw-and-forehead action regardless.

1/10, a very disappointing start to the list.

2) Herbert Bunston in Dracula (1931)

In this version, Seward is Mina’s dad (???) and thus considerably older than his book counterpart, but this doesn’t automatically disqualify him! Older gentlemen can have strong jaws and good foreheads, too! And honestly, I don’t think we’re doing too badly here. His forehead is certainly high, which... I guess is good? And his jaw is definitely decent. I can kind of imagine this being not too far from what book!Jack Seward would look like a few decades down the line.

6/10

3) Charles Lloyd-Pack in Horror of Dracula (1958)

This man has the furthest thing from a strong jaw I’ve ever seen, and he has Donald Trump’s hairstyle. ABSOLUTELY no to all of it.

0/10

4) James Maxwell in Dracula (1968)

James Maxwell!! I loved you as Henry VII in Shadow of the Tower!! I honestly think he’s a great casting choice, but that will NOT be biasing my rating here. And unfortunately, the feathered 70s bangs are keeping me from accurately assessing whether he has a Good Forehead(TM), and after careful consideration, I’ve decided that he leans more toward “pointy-chinned” than “strong-jawed”.

5/10

5) Mark Burns in Count Dracula (1977)

Okay! Now we’re getting closer! Decent jaw, good cheekbones (not technically part of what we’re rating, but feels relevant) and he has a nice square forehead. A good effort overall!

6/10

6) Donald Pleasence in Dracula (1979)

... Aaand, here we go again. You guys. You guys literally could not have gotten this more wrong if you tried, could you.

1/10

7) Richard E. Grant in Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992)

Okay, I have to admit, this guy has a GREAT forehead. Like, I literally couldn’t have told you what a “good forehead” is until I saw him, but now I understand everything. I get why Lucy would have felt the need to comment on it! Look at it! It’s IMMACULATE. If Francis Ford Coppola got nothing else right, we have to give him this.

His jawline is also fine, maybe a bit more oval-faced than what I’d typically think of as “strong jaw”, but I have to rate this one high purely for the forehead excellence.

9/10

8) Tom Burke in Dracula (2006)

I actually think he comes the closest to having a Strong Jaw of any of the actors we’ve looked at so far. His forehead, on the other hand, is kind of a milquetoast effort. In fairness, it’s all going to be downhill there after Richard E. Grant. If we could somehow combine them, would we have the perfect physical embodiment of Jack Seward?

(... That sounds like the kind of Mad Scientist-Curious question Jack Seward would ask himself and make readers raise their eyebrows for the next several centuries, honestly.)

7/10

9) Matthew Beard in Dracula (2020)

Okay, I have never seen this adaptation and never plan to, but purely in terms of looks? Dang. I’m impressed. This guy has a GREAT look for Jack Seward. Nice forehead, nice jaw, but I’m going to briefly break my own rule and note that I really like his look as a whole. The hair is great, the intense broody emo boy vibes, the sense that he might just be very sad or might be about to snap entirely at any moment? Chef’s kiss.

... Knowing what I do about this adaptation, there’s a decent chance I’d hate the actual writing if I ever saw it, but that just makes it good that I haven’t!

9/10

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ippid · 1 year

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Finding passion

Chapter – 3

Standing at the train station with my parents, I can barely keep my eyes open. When my dad said we’ll leave early on Friday, I thought he meant 11 am or something.

Not 5 in the morning.

I haven’t had a great sleeping schedule for the past few weeks, and I went to sleep pretty late again yesterday, staying up to read. So you can imagine how exhausted I am right now.

After getting our tickets checked, we proceed to board the train and find our seats. I was planning to use this journey to look up some tips and tricks that I could try to use when I take some pictures. But that idea flew out the window along with my consciousness because as soon as I settled down in a seat across from my parents I was out like a light.

After what felt like 2 minutes but was actually around 3 hours, I felt someone gently shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see my mom smiling at me and telling me we’ve arrived. I get up with them, and we get off the train along with everyone else. Damn, I can already hear all the French surrounding me, this is sweet. I look up at my parents and come to a sudden realization.

Oh my god, how did I not think about this before?!

My last name may be French, but my parents most certainly do not speak it. And guess what else, they don’t speak? That’s right.

English.

Why in the hell did I not notice that sooner? They’ll make me interact with so many people now! They’re social people, and something as silly as a language barrier won’t stop them from communicating.

With their hands, and weird sounds, and oh my god.

This was a setup.

Either I communicate with these people in English and all the French I know, or I suffer the embarrassment of watching them trying to get others to understand what their waving hands and odd sounds mean.

They know I would never allow that.

It’s not as if I’m afraid to talk to others, but I just don’t like to talk much. I have infinite thoughts, but nothing comes out of my mouth. I like to be quiet and a lot of people mistake that for me being either shy, embarrassed, awkward or all three.

I heave a big sigh and walk in front of them, telling them to follow me, so I could lead us to a cab. I hear them laughing a bit behind me and turn around to throw them a mock glare. ‘’Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You guys got me.’’ I say pretending to be angry.

They continue laughing, and my dad comes over to sling his arm around my shoulder. He’s a bit taller than me, standing at 6’0 and has dark brown wavy hair with streaks of gray through it. A defined face with a sharp jawline and the warmest hazel brown eyes you’ll ever see. His tan skin brings even more attention to his white teeth, and he’s overall very handsome still, for someone as old as him. I can see why my mom got together with him.

‘’Come on kiddo, this way you can practice your French, and we will feel better knowing you can take care of yourself in an unfamiliar environment.’’ I look at him weirdly. Why would he need to worry about that? It’s not like I will be going to many of those anyway. He looks back at me and doesn’t say anything. He just gives me one of those annoying all knowing smiles like he knows something I don’t.

I huff and give him a small smile back before he releases me and drops back next to my mother. I continue leading them outside and over to a cab, where I quickly ask if they can take us to our hotel. The cab ride wasn’t all that eventful. We sat in a companionable silence, and we all just enjoyed the surrounding scenery.

My parents had definitely splurged on this trip. We were headed to the Chouchou Hotel and I read only nice reviews about that place. After arriving and checking in, we decided to head down and have some breakfast here in the hotel before we would go sightseeing. Our first stop was of course the Louvre, where we joined a tour in English that I had to translate for my parents. It took roughly 2 hours. Then we went on to check out the art ourselves, and we decided after that to head over to a café to eat a late lunch.

After having eaten one of the best lunches I had in a while, we decided to walk back through the streets to the hotel. My parents wanted to go up to their room to unwind a bit and relax before going out later tonight to eat dinner. I wasn’t feeling all that tired yet, so I decided to explore a bit more. I wanted to visit this cute coffee shop/study lounge that I saw tucked away between two large buildings earlier. In my experience, it’s always the underrated and less frequented spaces that are the best.

While I was on my way there, I noticed a lot of things around me. I’ve always liked to people watch. It just fascinates me how you can learn so much from somebody without them ever opening their mouth. I noticed how the people around me seemed pretty happy and carefree. Nobody had an unhappy look on their face. Maybe because of the good weather or it’s just the French, I don’t know. All I know is that it makes me feel good to see other people feeling good. Positive energy all around.

After walking for a bit, I finally reach the street I have to turn in to, to reach the café. At that moment, a car drives by and honks their horn. It was pretty close and loud, so I turn my head to see what’s up while turning the corner and run straight into a wall. It startled me so much, I stumbled back and fell on my ass. ‘’Fuck! Who puts a wall next to a wall?!’’ I say while quickly trying to get up off the floor before someone off the main street notices my embarrassing fall.

More importantly, why did I keep walking when I turned my head the other way? It’s not like I couldn’t stop before this to just check the places I put my feet.

Damn.

A chuckle distracts me from my thoughts and I look up, noticing for the first time there was someone standing right in front of me looking at me with a smile on his handsome face. ‘’Not a wall.’’ He says with his French accent.

Damn, why is this guy so beautiful? He’s around 5’11 and has light brown skin with the darkest eyes I have ever seen in my life. I’ve always preferred it when guys had longer hair, but his short hair suits him so incredibly well. He looks fit and muscular, and he’s looking so good while only wearing simple sweatpants and a t shirt with some air forces. Perfect lips that stretch into that beautiful smile that turns amused while he’s looking at me.

Wait. Amused?

It’s only then that I realize I’ve been shamelessly staring just now. I can feel myself flushing a little bit. Wait, what did he say? Not a wall? Oh! Shit, I bumped into him? Well damn he is built, built huh.

‘’Are you fine?’’ He asked. And me still being a bit flustered about being caught cursing out a supposed wall and then staring at said wall, just had to open my mouth and say something stupid. ‘’I’m fine, are you fine?’’ Like I could hurt him if I tried. And then unconsciously mumbled, ‘’You’re definitely fine.’’ Under my breath while looking him up and down again.

He chuckled again, and I widened my eyes while quickly looking up at his eyes. Fuck! He heard that? What is wrong with me? Why did I say that out loud?! He was definitely laughing at me now, and I could feel that flush becoming a bit more prominent. I don’t get embarrassed easily, but this certainly was not how I wanted my mouth to be working today. So maybe I was a bit more tired than I initially thought. Sue me. He was so beautiful, though I couldn’t help but agree with my earlier statement.

This man is fine.

He took a step closer to me and held out his hand for a handshake, ‘’I’m Kylian, but you can call me Ky.’’ He said while looking me dead in the eyes and giving me a smirk that suggested he undoubtedly heard what I just said. Not a single doubt about it. The smile was bad enough already, but a smirk like this? Sir is trying to kill me, isn’t he?

So really this time I couldn’t even get mad about my mouth not cooperating with my brain because the next thing I know I’m reaching out and shaking his hand saying ‘’Nice to meet you. I’m Riri, but you can call me your girlfriend.’’

I can see his eyes sparkle and his lips twitching, while my hand goes slack in his, along with my jaw falling to the floor. Since when was I this goddamn smooth?! It’s only smooth when my body can keep up, and obviously my treacherous body cannot. My eyes are wide, and my mouth is wide open. I can’t believe I just said that. I’m never this bold. I don’t even want to date?! What is wrong with me.

My expression must have set him off because he couldn’t hold back the loud laugh that escaped him after seeing my reaction to my own words. Watching him laugh, I forget all about my embarrassment because it’s honestly a sight to see.

Damn Riri, snap out of it. I can’t be daydreaming for the third time while he’s standing right there!

His hand tightens around mine while his laugh dies down. I totally forgot he was still holding my hand. I am so out of it, what is even the date today? He bends down and leaves a kiss on my knuckles while looking me in the eyes, ‘’Enchanté’’ He says.

See, I knew this man was bad news. Who just does that? Who tries to kill a random person on the street like that, huh? Being all attractive and shit. It’s me dying here, please call an ambulance or something. Why is this so attractive? And how is this even happening to me right now?

‘’Kylian!’’ I hear from behind me. Kylian glances over my shoulder and lets go of my hand. I turn to look and see a guy standing there telling him to hurry up, or they’ll be late. We turn back to each other, and he looks apologetic while opening his mouth ‘’I have to go, I’m sorry. Maybe we will meet again.’’ He says ‘’If it’s fate.’’ He adds and gives me another beautiful smile and quickly rushes past me to join up with the other guy before they both get in a black SUV and drive off.

I stand there blankly staring at the wall for who knows how long before I regain my senses. I don’t even bother going to the café anymore. I just head straight back to the hotel and find my room.

Jumping on the bed, I bury my head in my pillow and groan loudly. This was NOT what I had in mind when I told Jess I would tell her about the hot guys I would see. I thought I would only see. Not actually interact?! What even is my life right now? I have weird butterflies in my stomach that I definitely don’t want to feel, and I’m buzzing in my skin as if that man has given me the goddamn moon.

I try to calm down a bit. Okay, he obviously just caught me at a bad time. A time when my brain to mouth systems seemed to be malfunctioning. There’s no way we will meet each other again, though. And even if we did. I would absolutely not react in that same way. Oh my god. I groan again. That was so out of character for me. This is crazy.

After laying in bed for a couple more minutes, I decide to take a shower and a quick nap before heading out to dinner with my dad. This should relax me enough not to think about it anymore, hopefully.

Around fifteen minutes later, I’m all fresh and ready to take a nap. The warm water really helped me relax. I set my alarm for a couple of hours later and fall asleep as soon as I hit the pillow.

A/N

Word count: 2166 Words.

Just to clear things up a bit. Like i mentioned earlier in the story, Riri and her parents are from the Netherlands so they speak Dutch. whenever she is speaking with her parents please assume she is speaking in Dutch. It would get a bit tiring if i have to write that too and then translate it for you guys. I made the express dicision not to put those conversations in Italics because I prefer writing it this way. I hope you can still follow the story without any confusion!

Also, finally the Kylian debut. I'm a bit nervous about how I did. Let me know your thoughts!

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goodness gracious 59. brb x oc

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The good news was that her father knew someone who could take her car immediately and pay her for it, she wasn’t even that sad in reality that she didn’t get a lot of money out of it, she was upset that she now no longer had a car. She didn’t even know what car she could get now, she’d love a new one, but she also had bills to pay.

Rooster leans on the railing as Beatrice lies on the bed staring at the ceiling, tilting his head with a small smile, “Baby.” he calls but she doesn’t move, she just keeps clenching her hands on top of her stomach with her jaw tight. He sighs, pushing himself forward to lie next to her, pulling her immobile body to his so her face was tucked on the curve of his shoulder, “Baby, talk to me.” she just makes a defeated sound against his skin in response.

After a couple seconds she finally says, “...I can’t believe I’m feeling sad because of an old car.” she murmurs, “One that’s been giving me issues for months, I should be happy it’s done with.” but that was the very first car she got, of course it was Guillermo’s first and she technically already got a busted up vehicle…but it was her in the end.

“I mean,” he shrugs with one of his hands coming up to cup the back of her head, “I’d be pretty upset if my car suddenly stopped working.”

“Your car is new Roos. You can get it fixed if that happens.” Beatrice counters, “Mine just was a driving fossil that honestly lasted longer than anyone thought it would.”

Bradley hums, moving his fingers in a circular motion against her scalp as she just sighs against him, “It was still your car.” Beatrice makes a noise of displeasure, burying her face even further against his neck, “Well, then what do you want to do now? You wanna get a new car?”

“I guess?” she groans, “It’s just…I don’t know what sort of car I’d like.” she pauses, furrowing her eyebrows and then lifting her head to look at him, “I…hm.” he arches his eyebrows for her to continue, Beatrice taps her hands together, “I…well, actually, I kinda know what sort of car I’d like.”

“Okay, hit me.”

Beatrice seemed nervous for some reason, avoiding his eyes before she explains, “I’ve always liked Volkswagen Beetles. My nonna had a 1971 red beetle she drove everywhere until she couldn’t anymore and my dad had to sell it. I’m not saying I’d like a ‘71 Beetle but I guess I’d like a Beetle?” she blinks, “Am I making sense?”

Bradley smiles, cupping the side of her face to rub her cheek, then pulls on the lower lip she was starting to bite on nervously, rubbing the irritated flesh soothingly, “Of course you are.” he chuckles, “Okay, so we have a new option. What next?” Beatrice frowns again and shrugs, supporting her face on both hands “Do you want to call your dad and ask his opinion?”

“I could.” she mutters, “But still I’d have to, you know check the prices and whatnot.” she groans, sliding her hands from her jawline to rub her face, headache returning the more she thought about it “But there is…another option…I also really like Jeeps. I kinda wanted a Jeep Wrangler.”

A Beetle he could see Beatrice driving, but a Jeep Wrangler was definitely something new. But she surprised him before, he shouldn’t even be shocked anymore “...okay then we have two options now.” he kinda liked the idea of both of them having similar cars, of course not exactly the same but similar “I like the idea of a Jeep, though. They are useful.”

Bea chews her lower lip, rubbing her hands together, “Well…yeah, but they are also more expensive than a beetle.” she mutters, dropping her face back against his shoulder to huff in indignation, “This is awful, Roos. If I ask my dad he’s going to say I should get something like…a van or whatever. I don’t want a van. I want a car that I like.”

He kissed the top of her head, smiling when she looked up at him with those big green eyes, “We’ll figure something out.” Beatrice furrows her eyebrows, looking away from him, “I can give you a ride anywhere you’d need me to, babe. You know I don’t mind.”

“I know, and I really appreciate it, Roos.” She smiles, leaning up to kiss him sweetly, before she pushes herself to sit on her knees, resting her hands between her legs as she purses her lips in thought. She slides her hand in her back pocket when she feels something poking her, only to touch the sleek surface of Marcus’ business card.

Rooster follows her hands with his eyes as she pulls the card out, already pushing himself to a sitting position so he could have a better look. “What’s that?” She hesitates on showing him the card, but eventually turns it towards him so he could grab it and bring it closer to his own eyes.

“When I went to visit Evelyn, well, she had a friend over and his name is Marcus Beverly,” Rooster showed no reaction at the name, much like she did when she was told, “And he was looking for a model for a photoshoot and…um…he saw me and thought I was perfect for it.” Now that got his attention, his eyes slowly lifted from the card towards his red faced girlfriend who was now once again biting her lower lip.

“Wait,wait.” he has to close his eyes to remember the words she just said, “He wanted you? What kind of photoshoot is it?”

“I-I’m not sure, he just said I was perfect for it. And Evelyn said I don’t have to do it but he said I’d get paid handsomely.” he didn’t know how to feel about knowing his girlfriend was asked to be part of a photoshoot by a guy he had never heard of before.

He hums, flipping the card between his fingers, seeing the man’s name written in golden letters on the back of the piece of paper. Bradley takes a while to reply, still digesting her explanation, “And he gave you his card.” she nods, still biting her lower lip anxiously, wringing her hands together, “Well, what do you want to do?”

“I-I don’t know Roos. No one ever offered me a model job before.” she says while moving her hands up in the air only to drop them by her sides “He said I have the beauty he’s looking for…I was just thinking, I mean, I dunno, maybe the money would help? Especially because of the car and us moving together? Depending on how much it is, it could definitely help.”

Rooster taps the thin paper on his palm, pursing his lips as he thinks, “I think we need to know more about him. About this job too, I don’t want to tell you what you can and cannot do, baby. You know that. If you feel safe about it and you think it’ll help, then I’m all for it.” her smile softened over his words and she cupped his face to kiss him, rubbing his cheekbones before pulling back.

“Thank you.” she whispers, “But you are right, I should research who he is and all that.” She pulls away from him to grab her laptop while the pilot leans his back against the headboard with his hands interlaced on top of his lap. He wondered what exactly this job would be about, of course he could help Beatrice get a new car if she wanted to but he also knew she’d never forgive herself if he spent so much money on something that she’d want. Would probably figure ways to pay him back too.

She returns to the bed after plugging her laptop and placing it on top of her crossed legs, already typing the guy’s name on the search bar and waiting until the results show up. Apparently he was sort of a big deal in California, a local fashion designer who was now branching to out of state ventures. Beatrice leans on a hand as she looks around the website, seeing the past collections and blinking in surprise when she sees that most of the models he liked to use were women of various sizes and skin colors, which to her was already interesting.

Not to mention the clothes were really pretty, each collection had a name of either a goddess or it was something mystical. The collection she assumed he was talking about was only called ‘summer collection’ and there were no pictures of what it looked like. Interesting that she was still considering this, after all it wasn’t not long because of the money but she would be seen by she didn’t know how many people. What if there was a billboard? Or was she going to be seen only on the website?

“Well…he seems legit.” she murmurs as she bites the corner of her thumb, furrowing her eyebrows to turn towards Rooster, “Should I give him a call?”

Her boyfriend moves his gaze from the laptop screen to her face, “I think you should wait until New Year.” he smiles, “Because he knows that now is the holidays baby, he can wait a little bit right?” Beatrice nods in agreement, sighing softly as she still looks down to her laptop, then drops the lid shut hiding it from their view.

“...yeah, you are right.” she says, putting the laptop aside to cross her arms and lean back against the headboard just as he was. She bites her lower lip again, furrowing her eyebrows a bit, “Is it a crazy idea?” she asks, “To accept it?”

Rooster considers his words for a few seconds, then mirrors her position by crossing his arms as well, licking his lips before speaking, “I think if you think it’ll help it’s not crazy. If this guy is serious about giving you this model job and the money will be good money, then I don’t think it’s crazy at all.” he sees her chew her lower lip even harder, tsking under his breath to use his hand to pull it from between her teeth, “Bea, baby, you are overthinking about it.”

“I am…” she confesses, “It’s just…what if it’s a swimsuit photoshoot Roos? And I have to wear…bikinis and such? Or something that barely covers me?” she is too busy worrying to notice how his eyes darkened and dropped all over her figure slowly, only noticing he’s too quiet after she explains what was bothering her. She meets his eyes again, his eyes that now were such a deep brown she could no longer see where the iris was.

“I’m not complaining if it is.” he finally says, the corner of his lip quirking up amusedly at her red face, “You are gorgeous, whatever it is you’ll have to do you’ll look beautiful doing it.” she should’ve known that Rooster would be anything but against it, he wasn’t a guy who got jealous like that often. Actually he rarely got jealous, he was too busy being an amazing boyfriend to be jealous of her and not to mention, she never did anything to make him jealous at all.

Beatrice’s cheeks get darker but she’s smiling, “You think so?”

“Baby,I know so.” he chuckles, rubbing her chin sweetly before he leans closer to peck her in the middle of her forehead, “You have nothing to be nervous about, if it’s something like that. You have an amazing body,” oh her cheeks warm up even more now, “And think about it, some other people with the same body type as you would be inspired the moment they see your photoshoot.”

Oh.

She hadn’t thought about that.

Considering her own issues buying clothes her size because the models were always a size minimum when it comes to advertising, she always wished she could see more people like her wearing the clothes on the racks. It has gotten better now, but there was still a long way to go. Maybe she could help a teenage girl who is going through the same things she did when she was in school, maybe she could be the one thing that someone sees when trying to step out of their comfort zone. “That’s a really good point.” he smiles in agreement, tipping his head in a ‘thank you’ “I guess you are right, I’ll just wait a bit you know? Think about it better, I also have other things to worry about like the NYE party.”

“You do.”

Beatrice smiles a bit more, hugging his neck to kiss his lips repeatedly, “Thank you, you are,” she cups his cheeks for a deeper smooch, “The sweetest guy ever.” she says against his lips giggling when he wraps his arms around her middle to bring her flush against him, dropping back on the bed to lie on the mattress. He breaks the kiss to tuck a strand of brown hair behind her ear, rubbing her red cheek with the side of his thumb, just admiring her sweet face.

The more he looked at her, the more the words inside his brain repeated itself. But no, they had to move in together first, then they’d worry about that. Even if he desperately wanted, even if his heart was one hundred percent certain what he wanted to do he still had to wait. They’d have time to talk about it, surely.

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In the next morning, after Beatrice’s pole dancing class, she commented with Shells the proposition she got as the two went out for boba tea, while the weather was colder they were both warmed up from their practice to drink anything else but that. So while they were sitting on the pink pleather chairs from the boba shop, Beatrice explained to her friend what happened.

Shells sipped her taro milk tea boba while supporting her head on a hand, taking her time to pop the bubbles in her mouth as she listened to Beatrice’s explanation, “...wow, holy shit.” the blonde laughs when Bea is done, “You know how often that happens in real life? Never. That shit is only common in movies.”

Beatrice nods, stirring her black straw inside the cup to mix some of her black tea “I know, that’s why I’m telling you. You, Ev and Rooster are the only ones who know. I already talked to Roos and he thinks if I’m safe doing it I should do it.” she shrugs, finally slurping her tea once she’s done mixing everything.

“Well, he’s supportive of you.” Shells smiles when her friend blushes a bright red, avoiding her gaze, “Not to mention, he’d love to see you all dressed up.” her blush intensifies, “You want to call the guy after NYE?” Beatrice nods, telling Shells it only makes sense since the photoshoot is scheduled for February but she had no idea what else she could do, “You think this is a new career path for you? Are you abandoning us to become a supermodel?”

Beatrice scoffs, shaking her head and placing her cup down, “No, of course not. This is a one time thing, I wouldn’t want to be a model forever Shells, don’t be silly.” she looks down at the baby blue colored napkins, sighing softly, “It’s just to help me get a new car.” she almost said ‘and to save money when we move in together’ but she held that back just in time.

“And what car do you wanna get?”

“I’m choosing between a Volskwagen beetle and a Jeep Wrangler.”

Shells blinked her eyes twice, a confused smile forming on her face imagining her friend driving such a big car was hilarious yet so fitting for Beatrice. She knew that Bea had her very specific tastes in several things and she wasn’t surprised that a Jeep Wrangler would be one of her choices for cars, “Well those are indeed choices, huh? You do you ,queen, you do what’s best for you.” she holds up her plastic cup in a cheers move.

Beatrice laughs softly, touching their cups together before she sighs, folding her arms on the table so she looks at the outside with her eyes turning soft, ‘You know, we hit five months.” she begins, “Me and Roos, we’ve been together for five months already, isn’t it crazy?”

“I don’t think it’s crazy at all, I knew it’d happen.” Shells shrugs with a grin, “You two goobers were crazy for each other from the beginning.”

Beatrice drops her head in a soft laugh, looking at her phone background and seeing their picture there. “I know, it’s…well, you know I guess now it finally hit me that we are together. You know? I never thought it’d be like this.” and she was happy she took the risk, happy that she accepted going out with him and happy that she chose to remove the fears from her past relationship before going to this one.

The blonde smiled while leaning on a hand, “You deserve it, babes. You do. And if Rooster ever messes up you better know he’ll have to deal with me.”

“I’ll let him know.” Bea laughs, looking down at her phone when she gets a message from him, “Speaking of the devil, he’s already here.” She is picking up her jacket and cup, standing to her feet with Shells close behind, the two women walking out of the boba shop and looking around in hopes to find the blue Bronco. Beatrice grins once she spots it, Rooster’s grinning face appearing behind the glass, “I’m going to go then, I see you tomorrow?”

“You bet, babes.” Shells smiles, giving her friend a quick hug and waving her goodbye when Beatrice speeds her step to get to the truck.

The brunette opens the door after wrapping her jacket around her waist, “Hi.” she says, leaning closer to greet him with a kiss, chuckling when he hums happily after swiping his tongue on her lower lip.

“You are tasting pretty good there,” he murmurs, slowly breaking the kiss to give her a smile and lower his sunglasses just enough so she could see his eyes. She holds up her drink for him to take a sip, which he does, smacking his lips once he swallows, “Nah, you taste better.” he chuckles when she swats his shoulder playfully, turning on the car to get out of there “So, how was your day?”

“Pretty good, actually.” she says as she adjusts herself on the seat, running her hands on her hair when it starts to fall off her bun. “Yours?”

“Fine, actually. I was the only one at the gym today for some reason and I talked to Mav.” Beatrice arches her eyebrows with a smile, “Yeah, him, Penny and Amelia are having a lot of fun together. They are coming back on January 4th.” he looks at the red light above their heads, waiting for it to turn green so they can move again “But yeah, my day was pretty good too.”

“I’m glad they are having fun, they deserve it.” she says sweetly, looking at the light just like he was, patting her hands on her thighs as they waited, “I also talked to Shells, about the..photoshoot thing.” he hums meaning he’s listening to her, so she continues, “She thinks I should do it too, so…yeah,I’ll call him after the holidays.” which was good enough for her, it’d give her enough time to plan, better yet she’d call him after her trip with Rooster. She could do that, she wasn’t nervous about it at all.

Maybe she was a little bit, but it was for a good reason!

She still had a lot to think about, especially if the offer wasn’t as helpful as she’d think. Her train of thought breaks when her phone pings with a message from a number she doesn’t recognize but apparently knows her. When she opens it, she’s surprised to see it was from a former classmate of hers, a girl named Lily-Anne who used to be the ‘class president’ back then.

‘Hi, Beatrice! It’s been so long since we talked! First of all, Happy Holidays and great happiness to you. I am just messaging our lovely classmates to announce our reunion has a date and I was wondering if I could count on your presence on March 31st? Can’t wait to hear from you! xoxo Lily-Anne!’

First of all, they never talked more than a couple sentences. Second…there would be a reunion? They’ve been talking about this for so long she genuinely thought nothing would come out of it after all from what she heard, a lot of her classmates were living out of state. She frowns, about to delete the message but she stops, thinking that maybe she should think about it…would it be so bad to have a reunion? After all they were all adults now, they all had jobs and lives and their personalities changed right?

…yeah, she didn’t really believe that.

Bradley, who hears her sigh for a second time, finally takes notice she’s looking at her phone and worried it’s one of those accounts from before immediately asks her if everything was alright, “I got a message from an old classmate about a reunion. And I am trying to explain how I’m not interested in going.”

He arches his eyebrows behind his sunglasses, parking the car on her driveway to have a better look at her, “I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t go.” he says, knowing very well from her own words what she went through during that time, “When is it?”

“March 31st.” she huffs, “You know what, I’ll ignore it and answer after everything is done with. I mean, what the hell? Sending this to me during the Holidays?? It’s stupid and she just did this because she knows people have free time now to talk to her but I will not.” he chuckles at her annoyed face, walking out of the car to follow her to the front door, seeing how her scowl only deepened the longer she stared at her phone.

Beatrice turns to look at him after petting Jolene, hearing his soft chuckle ,”What?” she asks while crossing her arms and tossing her phone on the couch. The pilot smiles more, lifting his sunglasses to his hairline and approaching her with his arms parted, then engulfing her in a hug. Her body relaxes immediately, her soft breathing hitting his chest as he keeps her there, she’s been going through a lot these days and he felt it was taking a huge toll on her, even if she denied it.

The photoshoot proposition, then the car, and now this reunion thing would just add to her anxiety and he wanted to help her with that. “Baby, it’s okay.” he chuckles, “Let’s just ignore the people we don’t like and we’ll be fine.”

“...yeah.”

“And watch some movies while doing so?”

Beatrice laughs against his chest, her warm breathing hitting his skin, “After I shower, yeah.” she said, “I’m all sticky.” she steps away from him to reach the stairs, her boyfriend following close behind and smirking at her when she turns to face him, “...ah, of course, we could save water.”

His smirk only widens, “I love the way you think, gorgeous.” anything to get her mind out of things.

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hollywoodxwhore · 1 year

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wanted (part 18)

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of smut but nothing happens, drinking

We have reached the very last part of this very long series. I can't believe I actually finished it. There's a little epilogue I'll post today, too. Thanks again to everyone who's supported me through writing this series!

Two Months Later

I subleased my apartment and moved in with Colson and Pete.

Pete’s room became my office and the three of us took up residence in Colson’s room.

We bought a new bed, a King, so the three of us can fit comfortably.

I’ve cleaned up the entire house, turning it from a bachelor pad into a home suitable for a relationship that operates essentially like a marriage.

Aside from the fact that no one but our close friend group knows, everything is going perfectly.

It’s not that we don’t go out in public, the three of us. We do. We’re just not affectionate. To the world, it might look like a couple and a friend, or just three close friends. Either way, we’ve all been skittish about being openly in a polyamorous relationship. Society just isn’t that accepting, and the thought of being out about it is scary. But we’re all graduated or done with college in some capacity by now, and real life is looming on the horizon.

I’m awake far too early for a Saturday morning, curled up on the couch with a mug of coffee. I’m watching the early morning sunrise through the picture window, my stomach twisting into complicated knots of anxiety and worry. Will people say mean things to us in public? What will our families think?

“Al?” I jump at the sound of Colson’s low voice. I turn to see him standing in the doorway of the living room, shirtless with his sweats slung low on his waist, XXX tattoo loud and clear in my field of vision, and my stomach can’t help but make a little room in its web of anxiety for a wave of desire.

“Hey,” I say softly.

Colson reaches up to ruffle his bed head and then yawns, loping across the room to me in his bare feet. He curls up on the couch and tugs me close so I’m resting against his chest. He presses a kiss to my hairline and I close my eyes, feeling better already. My thoughts are loud but the boys always help quiet them.

“What are you doing up so early?” I ask.

“Had to pee,” Colson answers. “What are you doing up so early?”

I stare out the window, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth. “I’m anxious, Col.” I turn so I’m sitting with my legs folded, twisting my fingers around one another.

Colson cocks his head to the side, and the glow of the sunrise hits him just right, accentuating his beautiful jawline and long eyelashes, as well as the lines of sleep around his eyes. He’s still very tired. “What’s bothering you?” He asks gently.

I shrug. “I guess I’m just scared of the future,” I say.

Colson snorts, glancing outside at the sunrise. “Who isn’t?” He mutters. Then, he turns back to me. “What specifically, my love?”

I sigh quietly and look down at my hands. “What is your family going to think of us?”

Colson chuckles softly and shrugs. “My dad won’t question me,” he says. “He’ll feel too awkward. My aunt will just be happy I’m happy.”

“But what about Pete’s family?” I ask.

Colson smiles softly. “His mom is an angel. And his sister is great. They’ll love you. They already love me. It’ll be okay. Who cares?”

“I do,” I say helplessly. “I don’t know about you and Pete, but I’ve never been so happy before.” The words tumble out before I can stop them. But I just keep going. “I see a future with the two of you. And that means our families will find out sooner or later. I don’t want anyone’s parents to, like, disown them because of this.”

“Mine won’t, and Pete’s won’t. Will yours?’

I shake my head no.

“Then we’re fine,” he says, offering a hand. I settle my much smaller hand into his and he squeezes it gently. “Alex, I love you. Pete loves you. We’re already making it work. What’s a few obstacles?”

I sigh softly and nod. “I guess you’re right.”

“I’ll always protect you two,” Colson says, a look of determination on his beautiful face. “No one will hurt the people I love. Promise. Now, come back to bed.”

I nod and get to my feet. Colson faces me, holding out his arms, and I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck before jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist, clinging to him like a koala. He gives my ass a little smack and I giggle against his neck as he carries me back to bed where Pete is rubbing his eyes confusedly.

“Why’m I all alone?” He slurs sleepily.

“You’re not anymore, babe,” Colson says, setting me on the edge of the bed. I snuggle up to Pete, draping an arm over his belly, and he immediately wraps his arm around my shoulders, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Colson climbs into bed and drapes his body over mine, letting his hand rest on Pete’s bare hip so he’s touching both of us.

“Love you guys,” Pete murmurs.

I smile and snuggle in, letting my tired eyes slip closed. “Love you too.”

“Ditto,” Colson mutters sleepily, and we fall back asleep.

When we all wake up, Colson decides that we’re going out. “Dress cute,” he tells us. “This is a date, god dammit.”

I choose a dress that Colson helped me choose, a warm, peachy color made of silk with lace detailing around the neckline and hem. I slip into a pair of wedges, fluff my loosely curled hair in the mirror, and touch up my lipstick before finding both of my boys in the living room.

Pete looks adorable in a pair of khaki shorts and a polo, and Colson looks handsome in a pair of black pants and a short sleeve button up. “Ready?” Colson asks and we follow him out to his car.

We go to one of our favorite restaurants to sit on the patio, soaking up the warm summer weather, and on our way inside, Colson takes my hand. He lifts his chin slightly and looks down at me, and suddenly, his confidence becomes mine. I turn to Pete and slip my hand into his, too. He looks a little surprised and then smiles, and my chest blooms with warmth.

We enjoy our favorite lunch, talking and laughing, touching hands, brushing feet beneath the table, and I truly don’t care what anyone thinks. It’s freeing to feel this way. Maybe people notice us and maybe they don’t. It honestly doesn’t matter to me.

After lunch, we shop for a while, and then, we head to the beach. We get ice cream and take a long walk down to a private beach. I halt at the sign that announces the beach’s privacy, and the boys turn to look at me.

“Private beach,” I say, gesturing to the sign.

Colson shrugs. “I don’t see anyone,” he says. “C’mon. Live a little.” Reluctantly, I let them pull me along. But Colson is right, it’s deserted and beautifully private. We find a spot tucked in some tall grass where no one could see us unless they got close. Colson gives us a mischievous look and starts to slide his pants down.

My eyes go huge. “Col!” I hiss. “What if someone sees?”

“Then they’re welcome,” he says, working on the buttons of his shirt. He strips completely to his underwear, and with a whoop, goes sprinting into the water.

“He is fucking crazy,” I mutter, shaking my head.

Pete laughs. “And we love him anyway.”

“We love him because of it,” I correct, and Pete nods, scooting closer to wrap an arm around me.

“Should we go in, too?” I ask.

“Probably,” Pete says.

“Hang on,” I say, cupping his cheek. He looks down at me, brown eyes warm and loving, and I stroke his cheekbone gently with my thumb. “I love you, Pete Davidson,” I say softly and he smiles, leaning in to kiss me slowly.

He takes his time and when he pulls back, he murmurs, “I love you, too. Now, come on!” The two of us get up and strip down to our underwear as well, and holding hands, we run into the water to join our boyfriend.

Ten minutes later, after splashing each other and playing around, I’m sandwiched between the two boys, wrapped around Pete while Colson’s long arms hug us both. We’re enjoying the gentle waves, the peace of a private area.

“I want to live on a private beach someday,” I decide, “when my books make it big and I’m rich.”

Colson chuckles and kisses my shoulder. “You won’t have to worry about that, baby. This band is going to make me a millionaire.”

“Nah, my shitty paychecks from SNL will be our ticket,” Pete says.

We all laugh together. I kiss Pete, then turn my head to kiss Colson, too. Colson’s arms slide away from our waists, and I feel his big hands cup my ass. He groans softly. “This is a fantasy of mine,” he admits. His eyes have grown darker.

I roll my eyes and grin. “Of course it is,” I say. “I’m too worried about getting caught to be turned on.”

Colson sighs. “That’s fair. Someday, we’ll fuck in the lake when we buy our lake house.”

“Deal,” I say. “Now let’s go home.”

It was a perfect day. I wasn’t worried at all what people thought because Colson and Pete didn’t. It was so liberating to get to be who I am so openly, to love who I want to love. It feels like we’re celebrating as we share a bottle of wine on the floor of our living room.

“Did you ever see this as your future?” I ask them. I’m leaning against the couch, feet out in front of me, crossed at the ankles.

Pete takes a sip of his wine. He’s leaning back against Colson’s chest, both of their long legs sprawled out before them. He considers for a second while he holds the wine in his mouth, then swallows. “To be honest, I thought I’d be alone forever,” he admits. “I’m glad I’m not.”

Colson nods. “I never thought I’d settle down,” he says. “Didn’t think I wanted to. But, fuck. This is…this is everything to me.” His voice is quiet, almost shy, and he meets my eyes with an almost timid expression. “You?”

I snort. “Did I imagine myself dating and living with my two dream men? No. I did not. Did I fantasize about it? Fuck yes.”

The boys laugh, their voices a harmony that fills my stomach with butterflies. “Baby, get over here,” Colson demands, jerking his chin in a gesture for me to come closer.

I set my wine glass on the coffee table and do as I’m told, slotting myself between Pete’s legs. I rest my head back on his shoulder and close my eyes. Sometimes, I feel like it’s too good to be true, this life. Sometimes I feel like I need to pinch myself. But there’s never a moment where I’m not immensely thankful for where I ended up.

All my life, I’ve felt unwanted. The last one chosen, the one no one noticed. The funny friend but not the hot friend. As I rest my body against those of my two boyfriends, I have a comforting feeling that I’ll never feel that way again.

That, from here on out, I’ll never feel anything but wanted.

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