#the bad news is all these words are mush in my brain now and i can barely tell if theyre actually saying anything

[ourfag]

i think part of the resistance i’ve seen in response to the view of ed as an abuse victim—not just the view of izzy as someone who abused ed, but of ed as someone who was abused by him, as opposed to interpretations that pursue an image of Nuance and Complexity (unnecessarily, because their dynamic has heaps of both, but there seems to be a popular impulse to conflate complexity with shared culpability) by characterizing their relationship as being toxic/unhealthy in equal reciprocity, or as “mutually abusive” (oxymoron)—i definitely see the influence of racism there, but i think the racism is also working to amplify an adjacent issue where we tend to receive very specific cultural messaging about What An Abuse Victim Looks Like, and ed is excluded from a lot of that criteria.

he’s outspoken. he’s boisterous. he’s Very Cool and he Wears Leather. he’s physically bigger and browner than the person mistreating him. he spends the first season with a big grey beard, he’s covered in tattoos, he projects the image of A Man’s Man, to say nothing of his being a man in the first place. we see him get aggressive and we see him get angry (and sometimes we even see both at the same time). we see moments where he’s surly, prickly, insensitive, arrogant. his survival techniques and trauma responses incur collateral damage to other people, and in the second season this extends into affecting people we actually sympathize with. he’s extremely private about expressing fear. without examination, his professional relationship to izzy seems to position him as the one with the power slanted in his favor.

most damningly, we see him react multiple times to izzy’s abuse with physical violence. this is behavior that gets referenced all the time in the construction of narratives condemning subjects of physical abuse, let alone emotional abuse. which is why writing that intends for its audience to interpret a character as being unambiguously A Victim Of Abuse will often, for simplicity’s sake, avoid showing the character regularly engaging in anything of the kind.

and again, all of these departures from the image of The Model Victim are compounded by his being a man of color.

without any of the shorthand designed to point a big flashing arrow at his mistreatment, all we have left to work with are the words and actions we see from ed and izzy onscreen. who instigates conflict, and how does the other respond? how are they able or allowed to respond? how do we see them speak about each other to outside parties? does one go out of their way to control or isolate the other? what consequences does either party stand to face in saying “no” to the other? in acting against the other’s wishes? in trying to leave the relationship? when either of them attempts these things, how do we see the other respond?

i realize and appreciate what people are driving at when they garnish their analysis with disclaimers that they’re not saying ed’s just a poor innocent abuse victim, they’re not saying he’s a perfect angel who’s never done anything wrong, and that’s true, but these are points already contained implicitly in statements like “this show’s protagonists act like human people” and “ed’s emotional struggles are portrayed in a realistic and believable way.” my assumption is that these disclaimers are anticipatory responses to worst-faith interpretations of any discussion that attributes any victim status to ed whatsoever, so i definitely sympathize with their inclusion, but a (very small) part of me still worries about them potentially reflecting or reinforcing a belief that there is any way for someone to behave towards their abuser that imparts a responsibility for them to make right whatever damage the abuser receives, or for that matter any degree of ambiguity over their status as an abuse victim in the first place.

part of what i find so gratifying about ed as a character is that i don’t feel like the show’s writing is pressuring me to consider that ambiguity at all. which was a really nice thing for me to discover!

and tbh—did using ed to deconstruct The Model Victim even factor into the writers’ agenda?? ive got no clue. im guessing no? ??maybe?? probably not?? but if you create a main character whose central premise is that he feels trapped in a performance of exaggerated masculinity that he’s desperate to escape, and then you set him up with a character premised on embodying a tangible obstacle against that escape, then i guess that’s the natural shape your story’s gonna be inclined to take

#man thats a lot of words when i couldve just said ‘im not an ed apologist bc he has nothing to apologize for’ and yalld get the message #had to get it off my chest though #abuse tw #sorry about the verbosity Im Aware. Its An Ongoing Issue #this is actually after i went through and edited to make it as concise as possible #the good news is ive finally managed to limit myself to a mere half dozen commas per sentence #the bad news is all these words are mush in my brain now and i can barely tell if theyre actually saying anything #are any of these paragraphs related to one another? i dont fuckin know #i do know i agreed with them when i wrote them though #am i procrastinating in the tags because im nervous about posting this? maybe. shut up #im gonna go do todays wordle

[roronoaswifey]

thinking about zoro fucking you in a full nelson hold.

he fucks you relentlessly, brutally and mean, tip of his girthy cock ramming into your cervix with precision, each stroke driving your brain to mush. arms and leg bind together, you’re left open and helpless, and left no choice but to sit and take as he fucks into you with everything he has.

it’s so unintentional too; you’d started off riding him in reverse cowgirl, arms reaching back to rest as support on his toned torso, bouncing up and down on inches of dick, desperate to chase that orgasmic feeling you craved so bad. your pussy drove him to madness— the silky feel of your gummy walls tightening on his dick, gushing with wetness and rubbing up and down on his achingly hard cock, the friction resulting in creaming all over, a ring of pearly white nut encircling the base of his dick. the sounds were downright pornographic, your sticky ass clapping back on his firm thighs, and gods, zoro had to fight with every willpower stored in him to keep his damn eye open. though, he knows what his baby wants, and even if you hadn’t exactly said it (instead approaching with “hnng—daddy please!”), the desperation in your voice, the kegel in your riding, the tightening in his gut at when you fucking called him daddy and begged for him to help you sent him over the edge.

in the blink of an eye, you found your hands that once held onto a flat surface of stomach were now holding onto bulging forearms, same forearms that managed to pin your knees to your damn ears. planting his heels to the mattress of the bed, his hips snap up and lord, this new position hits an entirely deeper spot that had your glossy eyes crossing.

“fuckin’ hell, mama,” he groans, and you’re utterly helpless in his hold, your eyes dazed and rolling to the back of your head. your limbs fall limp and you feel heat spreading from your toes all the way till the top of your head. he’s fucking raw and rough, and with no choice but to lean your weight on him, you let him use you.

“s’goo— hnngg, fuuuuckkk” you babble, unable to concentrate on anything else other than the way your cervix gets abused by the tip of his girthy cock. you feel drool pool to the corner of your lips, your jaw slackened and sweat sticky between your back and his rugged chest.

“yeah?” he chuckles breathily, and though you can’t see his face, you can’t imagine anything else other than a smug look decorating his expressions. “see how greedy yer pussy’s taking my cock? clenching so damn hard,” he pants, hips snapping and the echoes of your ass clapping on his thighs mixed with your wet cunt is downright sinful, “jesus baby, y’must love it when i fuck you like this, huh?”

you nod, words stuck in the back of your throat and instead moaning pathetically. he’s taken the ability to comprehend any question he asks you, and has you completely turned on around the idea of him using his strength against you.

“words, princess,” his warm breath fans your neck, grumbles deep from his chest and you feel shivers crawl up your spine.

“y-yes— yesyesyesyes!” you whine, the words of approval falling past your lips and into the room.

“gonna fuck you full,” he groans shamelessly, feeling arousal creep up to his gut quicker than he would like to admit. you were clenching so hard and he knew he was bound to finish soon. “full of my cum, leave you oozin’ and fuck it right back into your pretty pussy. sounds good?”

“please zee,” you begged, toes curling and the familiar sensation of an orgasm washing over. you clit aches and you spray your liquids all over the sheets, down your and zoro’s thighs. “puh— please! want it—need it bad!”

“good. fuckin’. girl.” he fucks to each word before spilling hot cum into your spasming pussy. true to his word, his nut paints your walls white and you feel so full, a mini bulge forming right above your pussy due to his cock and semen filling up the tiny space. you shudder, tongue lolled as he drags your orgasm even further while chasing his own.

“fuuckkk, that’s it,” he groans, his pace slowing down as his high finally comes down. feeling sated enough, he slowly releases your limbs and you fall flat onto his chest, body weight suddenly so heavy as you twitch from the overstimulation.

with a huge ego boost, zoro chuckles, now gently wrapping your slump body with his bulky muscles. “still here wimme?” he asks you, pushing a lock of hair away from your tear streaked face. you nod sleepily, too exhausted to formulate words and he kisses your temple tenderly in understanding.

“didn’t realize you loved being used like a toy so much.” zoro teases and you tilt your head just a bit to frown at him.

“as if y’r any better..” your words come out slurred through your pout and he can’t help but release a hearty laugh at your willingness to bite back despite fatigue.

“ah, fair enough.”

;-; don’t look at me.

#roronoaswifey.exe #kazuha’s works 📂 #one piece #one piece smut #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x you #zoro smut #zoro x reader #x reader

[prodbymaui]

Dinner Served

hmm, I got a really big problem

PAIRING: mark lee x fem!reader

GENRE: pure filth, public sex, oral sex (giving)

WORD COUNT: 1.3k+ words

SYNOPSIS: already in a dinner with your boyfriend, yet you still craves for something else.

A/N: 'golden hour' got my brain all mush up, enjoy this 1k+ words about pure filth with the one and only, mark lee. stream golden hour and happy reading, everyone!

A fancy dinner at a 5-michelin stars restaurant, something that one could expect from the one and only, Mark Lee, the ever so romantic man most people would do anything to be with. Too bad for them because clearly, the man they desperately desires only have his eyes fixated on you, full of love and adoration.

''We'll have creamed spinach stuffed salmon, smothered filet mignon and a bottle of wine for now,'' Giving the waiter a small smile, Mark dismisses him. He taps away on his phone, eyebrows scrunch to the center in concentration.

''Look-- we're nearing to finish my new single, kinda going through the concepts I want on the music video right now,'' The screen tells you how much progress was made, making you smile in a proud manner. ''What are your plans for the music video?''

Mark doesn't hesitate to go on about his plans and all, why would he? You've always made sure that your boyfriend won't be wary of crossing the 'talking too much' boundaries whenever he excitedly shares his adventures on his job. You love to see and hear him ramble about it, even though most of the time you can't understand anything.

Though, as much as you love the way he's so dedicated about his music, sometimes, the extreme passion results to the lack of attention towards you. It's not like you want him to choose you over his passion, no. You just couldn't prevent the feeling of longing.

Throughout, you nod at him and give comments or questions as interest pricked you from time to time. Now that Mark is distracted on his phone while he searches yet another story or TMI to tell you, you take in his appearance. Wearing his black dress shirt tucked in to his black jeans, watch and rings dawning his wrist and fingers, his quite long blonde hair braided on one side-- letting the other side falls naturally. You thank every possible gods and deities to exists that you are the lucky one to have Mark Lee as your lover.

''Oh,'' Flinching in a faux surprise, the spoon hitting the floor makes a slight tud sound, catching Mark's attention. You get off your chair to pick it up under the table, getting on your knees as you hold on to the hem of your dress, preventing it to ride up.

''Get back, babe. We'll just ask the waiter for a new one.''

''It's okay, I could just wipe it with the napkin,'' You rumble a chuckle when you hear a sound of disgust from Mark, taking back what you said, informing him that it's just a joke. You catch a glimpse of Mark's blonde strand peeking at you from under the table slightly.

''Have you found it?''

''Yeah, I found it,'' Shoving your face at the clothed crotch, you lap the outline of his dick, smiling against it when you feel him jerk, enjoying the reaction.

He gulps, eyes wavering as it roams around the place, observing the different groups of people who's busy chatting and eating. They seem to be indifferent to what's happening around them. Mark sighs, closing his eyes for a quick second before he turns his attention back on you. ''Just be quick, please?''

''Babe-- what do you think you're doing? Get the fuck out of there!'' He whispered but in a shouting manner, afraid that people might notice and see your face situated right in front of his dick. Humming in stubbornness, you fondle the bump, looking up and batting your eyes innocently at Mark when he lifts up the table cloth, cursing when his dark eyes meets your doe ones.

Your lips curves to form a cheeky smile, fingers working their way to open his pants and pull down the zipper, you place a gentle kiss to the certain area which you assumes his tip. Mark, himself, pulls down the front part of his jeans, revealing his near-hard shaft, waiting to be devoured.

Taking the cock in your hands, you move to lick from his balls to the slit of his tip, wiggling your tongue with a weak attempt to dig in the parting line. Giving you a last look, Mark fixes the table cloth, enough to cover your figure and slouches, enabling you to have a much better and easier access.

You suckle the tip lightly, spitting to have it wet. It is when you realizes that you don't have much time before the waiter comes back with your food and wine, so you relaxes your throat, opening your mouth widely enough as you take him fully.

Mark must've been sensitive because his hands travels down to grasps the back of your neck, his hips thrusting upwards slightly as he tries to cut your process of prolonging the activity. You closes your eyes shut, bobbing up and down while you adjusts to his girth, feeling his thighs flexing against your cheeks.

The dick is long enough that you have to use your hand to cover the rest of its length, pumping and circling it, matching the pace of your mouth. With the cock being wet enough, you stays on the head, mouthing and sucking it eagerly, as if you have little to no patience of having his release on your tongue. You let your hands do the work for the remaining length, biting your lip when you see the color of your lipstick staining his cock a bit.

Taking a breath, tears that prickles your eyes earlier finally escapes your lids, running down your cheeks as you push Mark's shaft inside your throat again, reaching the farthest that you can. Oh how you wish you could see your lover's expressions right now. If things are different, Mark will be cursing and whining loudly, his hand will be gripping your hair in a ponytail as he fucks your mouth.

But you're in a public place right now, and he can't do what he usually does, giving you the upper hand and power to control him because what can he possibly do? Thrust his hips feverishly while he holds your head in place and risk the public seeing their dear romantic boyfriend material, Mark Lee, railing his lover's mouth like it's her pussy?

Of course, he wouldn't do that. So you take advantage of it, pressing your nose near into his pelvis, pulling off of him as you passes the work to your hands again, moving your lips to take in one side of his balls, wetting it while you let your tongue taste his flavor, closing your eyes.

Your cheeks makes a contact with the spit on his cock, smearing it messily at the right side of your face. The mixture of saliva and tears on the surface of your skin feels so fucking dirty but that's what makes it hot, especially that you're not caged in the four corners of your bedroom, the possibility of someone noticing your figure under the table stirs the feeling of thrill inside you and Mark.

It isn't that long before your boyfriend tightens his grip on the back of your neck, signalling the nearing of his release. Yet the odds seems to not favor Mark right now as your ears rings at the footsteps you're sure is coming your way, pulling off of Mark completely as you sit back on your chair, fixing yourself before someone comes.

The activity would've been naturally pulled off if Mark didn't let his usual awkward and nervous persona take over him, fully giving it away as the waiter's eyes widens, clearing his throat while he tries to stop the stuttering when he places the foods and wine on your table. Smiling at him, you say your thank yous.

''Can I get a new spoon, please? And here's your tip, I apologize for the trouble,'' The waiter have no choice but to nod, hoping he wouldn't see the same scenario when he comes back with your new spoon.

#nct #mark smut #nct smut #mark lee smut #nct 127 smut #mark lee x reader #nct x reader #nct fanfic #mark scenarios #mark imagines #nct scenarios #mark fanfic #nct dream smut #nct dream #prodbymaui

[thegnomelord]

Imagine Price With a Virgin Reader

CW: NSFW Dom Bottom Price, Sub Top M!Reader, dom/sub, light humiliation, MReader

My brain continues to be weird before exams, soooo I did a thing. Calling it Gnome's Imagines. I think I kinda turned Price a bit southern :Dd Asks/reqs are always welcome.

Imagine you're in Price's office doing paperwork as punishment for backtalking a superior officer in the field. Fatigue wears down the chains on your tongue so you start bad-mouthing the SO under your breath, harsh words tumbling from your lips until Price grips your chin and tilts your head towards him. "That's enough out of you." Price shuts you up with a quick kiss to your lips, his beard tickling your skin.

He doesn't think anything about it until he pulls back and sees your wide open eyes. When you lean back to trace your lips with your fingers and mutter "Huh, so that's what that feels like" he grows even more confused. He's old enough to have some notches on his belt, so your reaction throws him for a loop.

"What? Are you a nun or som'thin' bumkin?" He teases, because frankly he can't understand how someone like you hadn't ever kissed anyone when you have all the qualities he finds desirable.

But he stands corrected when you look away with your ears burning and give some offhand comment about waiting for the right person. "I don't whore myself out." You say to hide the embarrassment of being called out like that, hoping to hide behind your words.

"Oooh bumkin," He chuckles and grips your chin again, tilting your head to keep your attention squarely on him. "Does that mean you think I'm right for you?" He asks, stroking along your jaw and loving the way you relax into his hand.

When you shrug in leu of answering it proves him correct, his heart fluttering in his chest and pants feeling too tight around his cock. "Tell you what sugar," He chuckles when you attempt to hide the way you perk up when he speaks. "How about I teach you some new tricks hmm?" Hot arousal burns in his gut and floods his system at the thought of introducing you to sex, of ruining any future partners for you, of ruining you.

A small pathetic sound makes its way out of your throat before you can catch it, but you're quick to hide it, subtly nodding your head.

"Need you to use your words there," Price orders, keeping a firm grip on your chin to keep your focus on him (as if you'd look anywhere else).

You grip his shirt, "Just kiss me already." You grumble and are immediately rewarded with his hot lips against yours. Your inexperience shows as you kiss him back sloppily, unsure how to move your lips or tilt your head so you end up bonking your foreheads, your teeth messily nipping his lip and drawing blood as you try to all but swallow the breath in his lungs.

"Oi," Price growls against your mouth as he holds your head firmly. He licks his bleeding lip, but he's the furthest from mad right now. "Just follow my lead. You're good at that." He waits until you answer with a verbal "yes", then he's mushing his lips against yours. He holds your head still, guides you how to kiss him properly, his tongue lapping at your clenched teeth until you give him access to your mouth.

Your captain tastes like tobacco and whiskey and the several cups of black coffee he'd drank and something that's just him, the taste making you feel high while his tongue licks around your mouth and urges you to do the same so he can suck on your tongue.

"How's that sweetheart?" He asks when he pulls away and keeps you from following after his lips, leaving you breathless and panting. "Eager for more?" Price teases. "Come on, use your big boy words."

It takes you a few seconds to find your voice, several more to admit what you want— him. In whatever way he'll give it.

A devious smirk tugs on Price's lips. "Bumkin, your wish is my command." Next thing you know your world is doing summersaults as he stands and hoists you on his shoulder like you're a sack of potatoes. When the sudden motion makes you yelp and struggle you're rewarded with a sharp slap on your arse, "Keep still." His hand stays on your arse to keep you steady on his shoulder while he moves quickly to his room attached to his office.

"Don't throw your back out old man." You say, hoping to disguise the embarrassment burning in your gut with snark.

"Watch it, it's your back you should be worrying about." He chuckles, gropes your arse for good measure. "This old geezer can keep up with you just fine, sugar."

Though he picked you up roughly, he sets you down on his bed like you're made of glass.

With a hand on the back of your neck he guides you into a second kiss, a pleased rumble in his throat when you adapt quickly, eagerly kissing him back just like he did you. You part just enough to take off your clothes, Price taking your wrists to place your hands on his hairy chest.

"Go on, bumkin, ain't goin' to bite you...yet." He purrs and you take it in stride, roaming your hands all over him. He rewards you for exploring his body; Gives you a quick peck when you find a new sensitive spot, scratches down your chest each time you squeeze his plush side or thigh, and leaning your head down to latch on and suck his nipples earns you a very firm grope on your cock and a pleased sigh.

Growing bold you catch his eyes and then bite down on the bud between your teeth. He jolts and yanks your head up, his own teeth bite a big bruise into your throat. "Don't push it you brat." He murmurs against your skin, trailing kisses and bites down your front until your torso is black and blue with his marks, his claim.

His nose nuzzles into your groin as he settles between your legs, thick hands squeezing your hips while he mouths at your cock with his little pink tongue lolling out to lick at your cum hole. His beard tickles your skin when he takes you into his mouth, suckling on your head and looking at you with hooded eyes.

You can't control the sounds which escape your throat, your thighs shaking and head rolling back from the sudden assault of sensations on your nerves. It feels so much better than your own fist, your balls already churning with how hot and tight his mouth is.

Then the bliss around your cock stops.

Your neck almost snaps from how quickly you turn to look at him, and he's looking up at you with a smug smirk. "That's right, keep your eyes on me." Price smiles and rewards your focus on him by taking you down his throat, hollowing his cheeks and relaxing his jaw so your cock can slide past his tonsils in one fluid move.

With your focus on him you can't hide your reactions and his lips quirk up in a smirk even when they're stretched wide around the base of your cock, enjoying the faces you make with your head full of bliss as much as he finds himself loving the weight of your shaft on his tongue and the taste of your pre dripping straight down his throat.

Gripping you by the wrist again Price moves your hand on his head, a pleased hum vibrating from his chest to your cock when you take the offering and tangle your fingers in his hair. Focusing on his breathing he lets you rock your hips and rut your cock into his face like a bull in heat, rolling your balls in his hand.

Your orgasm sneaks up on you so embarrassingly fast you don't even have the sense in mind to warn him before you're cuming down his throat. He swallows it all down with his throat bulging and keeps you balls deep in his mouth until you've grown soft. Only then does he pull off and licks the residual cum from your head so he can see you shiver with the overstimulation.

"That was fast." He mocks you with a teasing lilt in his voice, "Still want to make comments about my age?" Price asks, voice somewhere between mocking and amused.

"At least I can go again quickly." You know you're playing a dangerous game but you can't help but say it. "Bet you need to take a nap after cuming once."

His eyes narrow, pupils blown so wide they swallow the blue in his eyes. "Oh, is that so?" He grips your soft cock, tearing a hiss out of you when he begins stroking you. "Let's see about that, hmm?"

He sits on your thighs, keeps you pinned down beneath his bulk with his hard rock cock next to your rapidly hardening one as he grabs the lube. Slapping away your hands when you try to touch him he braces against your chest and quickly preps himself, almost silent groans leaving him save for when he tells you to "Fuckin' wait.".

When he's done he pours lube on your almost fully hard cock, ignoring how the cold lube makes not-quite-pain race up your spine. You watch him grip the head of your cock and line it up with his puckered hole. "Wait, shouldn't I be on top? Since, you know-"

"Oh no sugar, you're not there yet." He laughs, holding your hips firmly in place before he sinks down onto you, relishing the burn as his hole greedily swallows inch after inch of your hard flesh. "When you can last more than a few minutes I'll let you fuck me good 'n proper." He braces both hands on your chest, looming over you as every pound of muscle and fat keeps you pinned to the bed. "'Till then, be good and just sit back, be useful for some'tin' other than running your mouth."

"You're a bastard." You manage to say before the tight heat around your cock steals your ability to think.

Price can't explain how fucking powerful he feels when just a simple shift of his hips makes whimpers and moans slip past your lips; can't explain how his heart flutters when just bottoming out and clenching around you makes you shudder and groan. He lets you grip his hips and grind into him, his powerful arse and thighs clapping against your legs each time he bounces on top of you with your shaft spreading him wide.

You don't even notice your second orgasm approaching until you're cuming inside him with a small whimper, flooding his insides with your seed.

Price just laughs as he feels you soften inside him, nowhere near close to his own release. "I'll take that one as a compliment bumkin." He snorts.

But he doesn't stop.

"What's the matter, didn't forget 'bout me, did you?" He grins and rolls his hips down, his weight pinning down your wriggling body until the sweet heat and strong clenching of his hole has your cock hardening right up despite the pain of overstimulation. "You know, it's bad form to leave your partner high and dry." He tuts, like some teacher, a sadistic glint in his eyes.

The mixture of cum and lube eases the way for your cock so he can teach you how to find his prostate, making you shift your hips every time you bottom out until you can tell the difference between his prostate and his gummy walls with the tip of your cock alone. "There you go, good," He groans—first real sound of pleasure he's made all night— then raises his hips so only your head remains inside him. "Now do that again." He grins, his cock only now beginning to leak.

He pulls three more orgasms out of you by the time he's close to the edge, your poor cock so overstimulated and balls so empty you'd be begging him to stop if you still had your voice. His belly bulges from the amount of cum in his bowels, a puddle of his own seed collecting on your stomach. Finally he cums with one final bash of your cockhead against his prostate, kissing you passionately as he paints your stomach white and slumps against your body.

He pats your chest like you're a work horse, his heart beating just as quickly as your own. "You did good," He whispers with a hoarse voice, leaning down to kiss your sweaty brow. Your eyes droop with exhaustion encroaching now that he's satisfied.

Then he grinds his hips into yours, a devious smirk on his face. "Oh, bumkin, I'm not done with you."

#cod mw2 #idk what to tag this as #Gnome's Imagines #cod x reader #male reader #x reader #trinkets from the hoard #centerpieces of the hoard #captain john price #top male reader #john price x male reader #john price x reader #cod smut #cod modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare

[twis-world]

The Remedy That Is You (Leona Version)

Mentions: Leona-Centric, Fluff, Second Person, Gender Neutral Read, Pretty Used As A Gender Neutral Term

No matter how many a time the students of Nightraven College witnessed how their Housewarden did a complete 180 in your presence, it never ceased to amaze them.

It eventually got to the point where a majority of students began to question if you really were magickless. There was just no way your mere presence could bring out such light in their eyes, face softening and a smile so tender it was as if they were gazing upon one of the Seven.

Just how did you do it?

Leona

Everything was so grating.

Leona didn’t know what it was, truthfully. The moment he awoke feeling a little too warm with too painfully bright sun rays flooding into his room, he knew it would be a bad day. His usual favorite meat tasting off during breakfast, the usual bustle of his dorm aggravating his sensitive ears, the utter lack of energy he felt to even move. It was irritating.

The leech in his room made it no better.

“Leona!” Ruggie huffed for what felt like the hundredth time that day, expression one of pure and utter exasperation. The veins in hands were bulging from the other strength it was taking to continuously pull at the other’s vest, a poor attempt at trying to get Leona to budge if not just a little. “We already talked about this. I don’t care if you miss half the day, but you can’t miss today's test! Professor Crewel is going to skin you alive after all the weeks of prep!”

“Quit it” Leona growled, brows furrowing as he swiped at Ruggie’s hands, not bothering to open his eyes once. “You’re going to stretch out my clothes.”

“What? The crown prince can’t be bothered to get new ones?” Ruggie strained, ignoring the demand as he continued to pull. “You would make me go out and get them for you anyways…”

Realizing that his efforts were in vain, the hyena released the fabric with a loud sigh before turning to the open doorway. “Where are our reinforcements?!”

Leona didn’t bother to listen to whatever response was shouted in return, shifting to a new position now that the offending hands were off of him. He shoved his face into his pillow, flopping from his side onto his stomach. The cool fabric felt nice on his face compared to the natural warmth of the dorm, a soothing balm to the stress of the bothersome day.

Well, it was nice until he sensed another presence entering his room just a minute later. His tail flicked in noticeable irritation, anger beginning to brew within his gut. What wasn’t getting through these imbeciles' heads? Was he actually going to have to knock some sense into them all? The idea didn’t sound too bad, especially if he could get his irritation out in some way…

Before he could spiral further into such dark thoughts a familiar touch ran down his hair. Gentle fingers easily detangling knots with such care that his own body relaxed without his permission. It was almost scary how easily his vessel recognized the touch of his other half, his herbivore without even having to lay eyes on them. Their scent just as effortlessly soothed his aching mind, turning his brain into mush without a thought to fight back. 

He hadn’t even realized he began purring until your chuckles filled the air, smile unflinching when he finally opened his eyes to glare at you. “I don’t recall telling you to stop,” he mumbled, words muffled with one side of his face practically smothered. 

“Someones grumpy today,” you teased, resuming your ministrations. You made sure your nails just barely scratched his scalp, amusement shining in your eyes at how the rumbles in his chest grew. He refused to answer, instead trying to drown himself in the pleasure your loving hand gave him. It was childish, yes, but this was so much better than whatever lecture you were sure to give him. It took that blissful hand lightly pinching one of his ears for his eyes to shoot open and give you his full attention with an almost genuine glare. “Nu-uh mister. Time to get out of bed. You’ve given Ruggie enough grief for a whole lifetime just about now.”

“I didn't ask him to be my babysitter,” he responded with an eye roll. “Such an unnecessary nuisance.”

“Hey, be nice.” Another pinch to his ear resulted in a growl, but you showed no fear as you stared down at him. “He’s looking out for you, cause seven knows that if it weren’t for him you would have long since become a hermit. Worse than Idia.”

A smirk grew on his face, huffing as he finally began to sit up. “When did my herbivore become so insulting.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “Ever since I got dragged away from my beloved lunch just to get your lazy butt out of bed.” You continued to stare him down for a few seconds before your face softened. “Are you okay? I know you have your days sometimes but never enough for Ruggie to send for me.” A few moments of silence passed. “...that’s a lie, I mean not enough for Ruggie to send several lackeys dragging me kicking and screaming with no explanation other than panicked gibberish.”

Leona huffed a small laugh but you didn’t get to see much of it before he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight embrace, one you didn’t hesitate to embrace. A small laugh escaped you when he nuzzled into your neck, soft ears tickling your skin. The smug grin you felt growing on his face as well didn’t escape your notice, but you paid it no mind as you once again began petting his hair. “Everything just feels too bothersome today, nothing to worry your pretty head over.”

“You sure?” You replied softly, staring at the wall behind him in thought. “I wouldn’t mind writing to Professor Crewel to give you an extension. I know you have an important test today.”

It was his turn to laugh, pulling away from your neck but still keeping contact with you. Hands softly squeezed your hips, and he sighed as he gently laid his forehead against yours, refusing to look away from your gaze. “Such a good little herbivore, breaking the rules for me.” He laughed once more at the obvious flush growing up your neck, slowly spreading to your face as you glanced everywhere but him. Adorable. “Nah,” he started, returning his face to your neck and tightening his grip on you. “Just give me a bit. I want to enjoy you just a little longer.”

The flustered scolding you gave him just furthered his amusement, but he decided to give some mercy and instead decided to remain in content silence. One you held to objection too.

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad day after all.

#twisted wonderland #x reader #gender neautral reader #fluff #x gender neutral reader #disney twisted wonderland #leona #leona kingscholar #leona twst #leona kingsholar x reader #leona twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #gender neutral reader

[meo-on-prairie]

Keep it Lowkey

Sukuna x Reader

Prompt: “Be as quiet as you can ‘cause if anyone sees they’ll just blow shit up” - Lowkey by NIKI

Words count: 1.1k

Tags: bodyguard!sukuna x Popstar!reader, fluff, coworkers to lovers (????), just pure indulgence, pure fluff

Rambling: it’s a little fluffy Sukuna fic inspired by “lowkey”-NIKI. Full fantasizing. I’m writing while I still have the time lmao. If i was in this situation, my brain would become mush.

Note to self: get a new bodyguard. You mentally note as you stare at Sukuna, your current bodyguard, in all his glory. You have to fire him. He’s not bad at this job by any means. On the contrary, he’s excellent at his job. With his nearly 7ft build, his… well trained body, and his tattoos, he looks very intimidating. Ever since your team hired him, you have encountered much much less crazy fans, in fact you feel safe enough to post pictures while on vacations instead of having to wait until you’re back at home to post them. But lately, he has been a distraction to your work.

You didn’t pay much attention to Sukuna when your security team first introduced him to you. You were too busy prepping for your performance at a music festival. You just greeted him quickly, thanked him for joining the team, and hurried on stage. Sukuna has been working for you for about 2 years now, and you hate it. You hate it because you’re pinning after your bodyguard. And the smug fucker knows it.

The way he smirks at you when he shields you from the flashing light of cameras. The way his hand casually grazes your back and hip, lingering a little longer than he should but not long enough to be noticeable. The way he leans in a little too close to whisper in your ears about potential danger in a large crowd. This fucker know how his actions make you blushing and knees weak. He knows and he’s teasing you. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Sukuna teases, snapping you out of your train of thoughts.

“Why would I need to take a picture of someone I've been seeing everyday for 2 years? I’m tired of seeing your face.” you reply nonchalantly, redirecting your focus on the notebook in your lap. You’re currently in the artist lounge, alone with Sukuna. The music show won’t start for another 3 hours, but you like to be early. You’re waiting on your makeup artist as you work on writing another song for your album, but it’s looking hopeless ‘cause you have no clue what to write.

“The way you’ve been staring at me says otherwise, Little Star.” Sukuna pressed on with a smirk. 

“Please, do tell, how have I been staring at you?” You said sarcastically. Closing your notebook, you ain’t getting anything done with Sukuna in the same room as you. You get up to pour yourself a glass of wine that the music show provides to its VIP artists. 

“Like you’re mentally undressing me in your head. I’m surprised none of your fans or paparazzi notice it.” He shrugged. Sukuna eyes your form as you pour your wine. You look good enough to devour, he thinks. The sparkly, skimpy outfit leaves little for the imagination.

“Because I’m a professional, Sukuna.” you side-eyes him, sipping on your wine. 

“Oh, so you do undress me with your eyes” Sukuna is full on smirking now. You fucked up. 

As your mind races to find a good response to his remark, you feel a pair of arms snaking around your waist. You look up to see Sukuna towering over you. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This isn’t good, your heart is beating too loud, you feel like even he can hear it. Your mind is turning white. You want to run away right this second. You feel like a mouse being trapped under a tiger’s paw.

“Come on, Little Star. You could’ve been more honest with yourself… With me…” His voice dropped to a low volume, you can feel the rumbling of his chest, he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “Come on now, what do you want?”

His breath fanned your ears and your brain short circuit. This isn’t good. This is down right dangerous. You can feel your self restraint slipping. “Whatever deity above, whoever you are, give me power.”. Clearly whatever deity above is not on your side because you can’t take your eyes off the way his collarbone look at this angle. Now that he’s leaning down to your height, you are finally able to see the way the muscles on his shoulder flex with his arm on your hip. His tone biceps. And oh god, his chest, they look so incredibly⸻

“Come on, Little Star, tell me.”

You feel his lip nibbling on your ear. You’re done for. 

“Y-y-you. I want you.” you are barely able to choke out. There is no turning back now.

“That’s more like it.” Sukuna breathes out right before he presses his lips against yours. 

You melt into him as soon as your lips make contact with his. Your knees finally give out under you, if not for his hands that were on your waist, you would be on the ground. He holds you up and against his body and you wrap your legs around his torso. His hand moves from your waist to your thigh so he can hold you up better. 

Your hand slides from shoulders to his nape to the back of his head, tugging on his hair as you kiss him back. He kisses you like your lips are the sweetest nectar and he’s a starved man.  Hungrily, ferociously, desperately. His hand glides from your thigh to your ass, slipping under your skimpy stage outfit. If Sukuna could have it his way, he would tear the outfit off of you right then and there. But that could wait till after the music show.

You don’t know how long you were kissing him. It felt like time stopped. The world stopped. There is no one else but him, nothing else but his kiss. So this is what you've been denying yourself of for so long. Sukuna was right, you should’ve been more honest. You hate that he's right.

A knock on the door, snap you both out of the haze. Your makeup artist. You forgot that you were waiting for her. In fact, you forgot you were at a music show and is about to go on stage. The thing this man does to you. He’s dangerous. 

“We’ll continue this later. I’ll let you undress me with your hands this time.” He said with a smirk as blood rushed to your cheeks and ears, tinting them red. 

Sukuna leans down to give you a quick peck on your forehead before turning around to open the door for your makeup artist. 

Maybe you don’t need to fire him after all. You’ll have to keep your relationship a secret though, if you want to keep your fan base. It’s not easy being famous. Fortunately, like you said, you’re a professional.

#sukuna #sukuna fluff #ryomen sukuna #sukuna fanfic #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #jjk sukuna #sukuna ryomen #jjk #jujutsu sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

[sirenmoth]

New Life Purpose

I haven’t written something like this in a while and i wanted to get back into it. Vague creature, my post schedule is bad, sorry

DUB-CON/NONCON, rough sex, biting?, marking, possesive creature is horny, belly bulge, gender neutral as it can be, aphrodisiac, gender neutral reader

Your arms flayed around as they tried to find something to grip on to, to help with the brutal thrusts from the being behind you, legs numb from the lack of use having been in this position for what seems like days, the only movement that keeps the tingly feeling present is the repetitive back and forth.

Face down. Ass up.

Your eyes rolled back as they hit your sweet spot over and over, the side of your face pressed into the ground below burns by the friction caused by the powerful thrusts. You can’t even tell if what’s fucking you is even human as you didn’t get a good look at it before a sicky sweet aroma that made your head spin and knees weak entered your system. Rewiring you brain. Everything burned. You felt hot and cold at the same time, an ache in the depths of your abdomen that needed to be soothed, a thirst that needed to be quenched.

“fuuuccc-mmm~” you moan, lound an unashamed as another orgasm is ripped from you, unable to remember how many you had after your brain turned to mush, being clouded by lustful euphoria. Your vocabulary is reduced to nothing but whines, moans, whimpers and the occasional babble of nonsensical words and phrases. Whatever was making you feel good was hitting all the right spots before pulling away only to come back harder, abusing your hole over and over and over, reapplying the same spite-lube like substance to aid in your torment, what didn’t find its way into your stretched open hole, dripped down the inside of your thighs, mixing with yours and that things cum.

A heavy weight leaned over you, pressing you further into the ground, making you completely immoblie much to your confusion and adding to your arousal. Knowing you could’ve escaped earlier and didn’t, and now fate is permanently sealed as yet another one of its loads explodes inside you, making your belly swell even more and press uncomfortably into the surface below. The creatured punctuated, with what you assumed to be claws or teeth, in the junction where your neck and shoulders meet, a mark to claim you as its, dragging a low whine out of you as you humped back on to its appendage that was still inside of you, the creature semmed content with watching you struggle, watching you slur out begs and please for it to fuck you again, to make you feel good, to cum. It wasn;t until you felt what you considered hands or arms appear back on your hips that you moan in relief, it was just resting and was far from done with you.

#monster x human #monster x reader #monster x you #monster x y/n #monsterfucking cw #monsterfucking nsft #monster fucker #monsterfucking #werewolf x human #werewolf x reader #vampire x human #vampire x reader #tentacles #tentacles smut #monsterfucker #monster smut #monster boyfriend #monster lover #terat0philliac #teratophillia #terato

[cerridwen007]

Icy Hot.

Images above from pinterest are for aesthetic purposes only*

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (afab)

Word count: 1.4k MINORS DNI!(18+)

Summary: Javi finds a new, interesting way for you to cool down during a hot Colombian day.

Notes/warnings: SMUT, temperature play, toys, inappropriate use of ice cubes, Javi being a cheeky menace, body worship, male masturbation, javi picks reader up but he is a strong boy and can pick up any one, probably bad spanish, swearing, no y/n.

A/N: Wrote this months ago but couldn't be bothered editing it again till now so here it is finally. I live in the southern hemisphere so now and especially at the time of writing this, it was stinking hot, which of course prompted the idea. Any interactions with my posts are appreciated, hope yall enjoy. love ya!

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It was a scorching hot Sunday afternoon in Bogotá; Columbia, a rare day off for both you and Javi that was usually spent out and about hanging with friends, cleaning the apartment and spending some quality time with each other. But unlike those others treasured Sundays, absolutely nothing was being achieved by either of you today. The both of you were sprawling out in your underwear on the couch. A situation that usually would've prompted some very heated activities, but both of your brains seemed to have been fried and groggy from the sweltering temp in the apartment.

The windows were shut to keep out as much of the heat as possible and the nasty flies that came with the summer heat. The dusty old fan beside the coffee table did next to nothing in cooling you down, instead pushing the hot warm back onto you. You looked over at Javi, leaning back into the couch, legs and arms spread out as he leans on the back of the couch. God, he looked so delicious even in these circumstances.

A drop of sweat beaded at his temple and fell down his jaw and neck. Licking your lips, you could almost taste the salty taste lingering on your tongue. You sighed, knowing getting handsy right now, as tempting as it was with such a handsome boyfriend who looked extremely hot right now would only make you even more overheated. You lifted one of your hands to help fan yourself, a feeble attempt to take your mind off the heat, uncomfortably sticking like a second skin to all of your body.

Javi, on the other hand, was thinking about how he could cool you down. He hated seeing you so tired and exhausted from the heat, a nice Sunday spoiled by the overbearing heat of Columbia. Suddenly, it hits him, a wide smirk spreading on his face before he can stop it. Luckily, you're too buzzed out to notice. He quickly sneaks off to your bedroom to retrieve something.

You, a curious creature usually would have immediately wondered what he was up to but right now you couldn't care less with the humidity causing your skin to glisten with salty stick drops of sweat, and your brain reduced to mush, you were unable to give much of a second thought to his actions.

You close your eyes as the heat brings you to a light sleep but manage to pick on some muffled noises of Javi mucking around in the kitchen. After a few minutes, but what seems like hours in your disoriented state, Javi tip toes behind the couch where you are resting and reaches out to trace an ice cube along your collarbone.

Your body jolts, unexpecting of the drastically different temperature melting down below your neck. Your eyes flick open, eyebrows automatically raising to question what the hell on earth Javier was doing.

"Relax Hermosa, just thought I'd try something different to try and cool us down."

He reaches his palm down, cupping your face, doing his very best puppy eyes to try to convince you to let him try out his idea. Biting your lip, you tried to hide your grin. Javi smiles deviously, knowing you better than yourself, that you are already sold on the idea. He walks around to the front of the couch, popping one of the ice cubes in his mouth and grins.

He straddles your lap, you almost whine feeling his already hard cock, pressed up against your aching core. He presses his lips to the side of your neck, instantly creating goosebumps throughout your body. Your body arches into his as his icy cold lips trace down the curves of your sticky body. He reaches behind you and carefully undoes your bra behind your back, throwing it to the ground, revealing your swollen nipples.

A deep groan arises from the back of his throat as he watches a droplet of water melt between the valley of your breasts, his pupils double in size, transfixed by the sight before him. The ice cube now fully melted leaves his tongue still cold as he attaches his lips to the painfully hard peaks on your chests, making you moan loudly. His eyes go between closing in bliss to looking up at your beautiful features. His hips subconsciously grind into yours, further prolonging the aching of your clit.

Your fingers dig into Javier's fluffy hair as the heat begins to overcome your body again. You whine feeling a need for more and because of the discomforting heat.

Seeing how your body was both warmed up and cooled down he withdrew his lips from your nipples and placed a few kisses down your stomach before getting up off the couch to go and retrieve something else from the kitchen.

"Close your eyes, mi diosa." He softly tells you.

You swallow harshly and close your eyes, gut swirling with anticipation of what Javi had in store next. Before your brain can wander, you feel a very cold large object touch ever so slightly to your clit through your panties, the action making every single inch of your skin immediately flare up in goosebumps again, eliciting a soft whine to fall from your lips. Which earns a chuckle from Javier. Your eyes open slowly to find a smirking Javier sitting on the other end of the couch with one of your old toys.

"Javi...?" You ask breathlessly.

"I know, I know I've said I like to be the only thing to satisfy your needs, but I obviously couldn't put my dick in the freezer." He jokes.

You smile wide, but before you can respond he quickly wips your underwear off as he places the tip back onto your clit and slowly drags it downwards through your drenched folds.

"Ffffuck..." you moan.

"I'll get there, don't worry, sweetheart." He winks.

You exhale a breathy laugh that turns into a moan as Javi continues dragging the tip back and forth through your lips, catching on your clit with every motion. You weren't sure what had come over, Javi. He usually wasn't so playful in the bedroom, but you didn't mind it one bit.

Keep his eyes transfixed on your body, studying every inch like a painting. He palms himself through his black boxers. He nudges the tip of the dildo at your entrance, holding it there. You squirm trying to push it inside you, desperate to be filled by something. 

"Please.....Javi..." you whine weakly.

"Dime que lo quieres, dime cuánto lo necesitas." Javier whispers, as he slowly pulls himself out of his draws and strokes his length. His eyes roll back as his head falls between his shoulders from the feeling after depriving himself for so long. But he soon forces himself to look at the pure desperation on your face.

"Please.....fuck please Javi...need it so bad...please just give me something... anything." You plead , begging as you try and grind upwards, seeking some stimulation.

Javier swallows deeply, feeling his cock ache from your words. 

"Fuck mi vida, look so fucken pretty when you beg for be me."

You gasp as he quickly slips half of the dildo deep into your heat. The cool silicone easing the fiery walls. Javi spits on his tip and begins furiously stroking himself, trying his best to match the same pace as he fucks you with the pink toy. Within minutes, both of you are reduced to a whimpering mess.

"Mmm this pussy is all mine, ain't she?"

Before you can respond, he reaches out to stick his thumb in your mouth. You quickly take it, sucking harshly, leaving it covered in spit. He groans, watching you, pinching the base of his dick to keep from coming just yet.

He resumes his original plan and brings his wet thumb to your throbbing clit. Circling it gently just how you like it.

“Need you come for me sweetheart... come for me." He moans.

Your hands fly out and grip Javier's veiny forearm to anchor yourself to him as your high overcomes you.

"Oh...ffffuck...Javi..."

He fucks you harshly with deep fast strokes through your high, mimicking his own strokes as he begins to reach his climax.

He comes onto your thighs and mound before collapsing his upper half on your stomach.

You smile at him, eyes peeking open at his messy, post sex hair. You reach out and swipe it out of his face, scratching his scalp.

"Mmmh, feeling cooler yet, amor?" he asks.

"I mean, I did, but now I think it's time for a cold shower so we can really cool down."

You wink.

He grins widely, chuckling as he picks you up, throws you over his shoulder and carries you to the shoulder. It was going to be a long hot night, in more ways than one, but at least Javi reckons he saw some ice blocks in the freezer earlier…

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Translations: ‘mi diosa’ - my goddess

‘Mi vida’ - my life.

‘Dime que lo quieres, dime cuánto lo necesitas’ - ‘Tell me how much you want it, tell me how much you need it.’

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#javier pena fanfiction #javier pena smut #javier pena fic #javier peña #javier pena narcos #javier pena x reader #smut #pedro pascal characters #narcos fanfiction

[ysljoon]

Ex-Boyfriend Soap

warnings: p in v sex, afab reader, toxic! soap, mild dubcon (reader is under the influence) a/n: god i love soap i want him so bad neil ellice gimme one chance plssss my brain has rotted down to the stem thinking about him :p MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

Ex-boyfriend Soap would casually check your Instagram at least twice a week to see if you were still dating the new guy that you left him for. You put up a front on your social media posting yourself on dates at fancy places that Johnny knows were entirely too uppity for your taste. This “boyfriend” of yours was a joke in Johnny’s eyes, but he was just going to watch from afar he wasn't a homewrecker of course. He did his weekly scroll during breakfast one morning and noticed there were a handful of pictures suddenly missing from your page. All the pictures missing were pictures of you and the now ex-boyfriend. He smirked at this and decided to send a short DM just to check up on you. It wouldn’t be too weird anyway the relationship didn’t end that badly and you both text each other a few times a year to stay cordial.

The DM was enough to coax you over to Johnny’s home. You cried while sipping on your favorite wine (he remembered what a gentleman) and Johnny sat there patiently just listening to you rehash the negatives of the relationship and how you regret not seeing the warning signs from earlier before the scumbag cheated on you. He inched closer to you on the couch and gingerly wiped away a stray tear that rolled down the apple of your cheek. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes at the sensation. “You’re too pretty to cry, Hen you deserve better.” You nodded at his words, your mind foggy from the alcohol. His hands caressed your cheek once more and he gradually slid it down till his thumb was pressing against your bottom lip. Your eyes opened and met with his gaze that was filled with mischief. “Just gimme one more chance, Bonnie, you won’t regret it.” His thumb pushed further until it was prodding your tongue to open your mouth further. You nodded at his words agreeing to his proposition not breaking the intense eye contact happening between you two. “I need to hear words or I’m not continuing.” “Yes, I want this. I want you!” Your words were slurred and drool was starting to drip from the corner of your mouth. “That’s what I like to hear hen.”

He was ruthless with the way he pounded into your soaked cunt. Your body was taken over with white-hot pleasure and the amount of orgasms you’ve experienced. Your brain was mush and Johnny was reveling in it. “I love seeing you cock drunk just for me love. Only I could get you this stupid. I bet that muppet of a boyfriend never made you feel this good. All you could let out was a weak ‘mhm’. You bucked up your hips to meet his and feeling him so deep had you cumming so intensely. Johnny only needed a few more strokes till he was spilling his cum into your cunt. His grunts had your walls still fluttering after your orgasm. 

“Don’t ever forget you're mine Bonnie. I’ll always be here for you.” He wrapped himself around you and you sunk into his embrace.

#john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty fanfiction #cod fanfiction #cod fanfic #soap cod #cod mw2

[booppooo]

Ellie popping fem!reader's cherry 🥺🥺🥺 making fem!reader suck her strap before fucking her

Never.

Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader One-Shot

AN: no bc Ellie has a strap for sure - I will die on this hill if I have to.

Warnings: sex toys, oral, fingering, swearing, unestablished relationship, cherry popping, orgasm denial, sub & dom dynamic

(comment credits!)

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You were at Ellie’s for a sleepover.

It had been a while since it was just the two of you spending some quality time together - not that Jessie or Dina were a pain to be around. You two had exhausted all her video games, danced enough to her music, taken a few guitar lessons, and went through her new trading cards, leaving you both tired. A movie didn’t sound half bad and wouldn’t wake up the neighbors at the ungodly hour you two were awake at.

She popped in Jurassic World and flopped next to you on the bed, pricking a piece of popcorn from the bowl in your lap.

“I don’t think I’ve ever watched this,” you commented, getting more comfortable on her bed.

“Never?”

You thought for a moment, “Mm no not ringing a bell.” Then a lightbulb lit up proudly in your head.

You grabbed Ellie’s hand and forced her to spread her fingers, then tucked her thumb into her palm.

“Wha-“

“Never have I ever!” You explained with a smile.

At this she nodded in understanding and giggled, then caressed her chin in thought before blurting out her prompt: “Never have I ever done something I regret while drunk.”

You looked at her tiredly, “Low hanging fruit,” your thumb now rested against your palm, “Never have I ever had a girlfriend.”

She scoffed, “C’mon man! You’re supposed to say stuff you don’t think I’ve done.”

“Exactly! Everyone’s done something they regretted while drunk.”

She pursed her lips and shook her head, “Not me - not yet at least. What did you do?”

“No I” - you waved your hand dismissively - “I..it’s not important.”

“Ohhh but now you have to tell me.”

This wasn’t how this was supposed to end, so to avoid an embarrassing story you gave her puppy eyes, which she outmatched with her stupid little smirk that she knew you fell for every time.

“I promise I won’t tell!”

You bit your lip and pondered telling her, but ended up giving in when she started pleading.

“Fine!” you groaned, “I may or have not made out with Dina…” you cringed at yourself and closed your eyes in disappointment.

Ellie gave you a bored look, completely unsatisfied, “Really? That’s it? Everyone has made out with Dina. I thought you were gonna say you banged someone you didn’t want to.”

“What? No! Of course not.”

Ellie took your defensive response into consideration, figuring there was more to your words than what you were letting on. She was determined to get to the bottom of it.

“Y/n…” she scooted closer to you with prying eyes.

Afraid of her next move or query you shifted your torso closer to the opposite wall, “Ellie…”

“Have you ever had sex?”

The question hit you like a train, making your heart drop into your stomach and brain mush. If your answer wasn’t obvious by your red-hot face than your nervous fidgeting certainly gave it away.

Your answer barely made it past your lips, “I-I mean does that even matter? So what if I-“

“Dude, just answer the question.” Ellie knew the answer, she just wanted you to say it out loud.

Jerk.

With defeated sigh you let your shoulder slump over and your gaze fall to your lap, “No…”

You couldn’t see it but Ellie had the most mischievous and evil grin crawling across her freckled cheeks. She leapt from the bed and began digging around under her bed, revealing a black box and dropping it in front of your crossed legs.

“Is this my ‘congrats on still being a virgin’ present?” You remarked while setting aside the popcorn on her nightstand.

Ellie hummed and teetered her head from side to side, “I mean…yeah, basically.”

After rolling your eyes at her ridiculousness, you slid the box onto your lap and gave her a final glance before lifting off the top. The sight inside made you gasp in horror and slap the lid back on.

“Ellie what is that!” You shoved it off your lap.

She took it into her hands with care and tossed off the top, “It’s a strap,” she informed as it were common knowledge.

It was truly awful, “Where the Hell did you even get that? H-have you used it?”

All your nervous questions made her chuckle, “Dina and I were cleaning out this apartment and found a bunch of stuff in a closet. She got a vibrator out of it - still hasn’t told me if she likes it or not.”

“Ellie?!” You exasperated.

“What? How do you think lesbians fucked in the old world? Cat said I was pretty good with it.” She mockingly wiggled a brow at you.

All of this was beginning to be too much for you. You knew Ellie was goofy and full of surprises, but this was on another level. There was nothing to feel but shock and embarrassment. To add insult to injury she began to slip it on over her pajama shorts.

“I…” there were no words to express how confused you were.

She proudly rested her hands on her hips and turned to face you, “Whatcha think?”

You slapped your hands over your eyes and shook your head. Then a familiar touch wrapped around your wrists and moved your fingers away from your eyes, “Aren’t you even a little bit curious? I already said I wouldn’t tell.”

A sweat broke out on your forehead and you faintly began to tremble. But despite your nerves you’d be lying to her and yourself if you said you weren’t filled with tons more questions.

“Uh..” you stuttered, “Does it hurt?”

Ellie shook her head, “Not if you are wet enough.” Her upfront language had you sighing in horror again.

You swallowed hard and flashed a hesitant look down at the silicone, “H-have you had it..like..” you motioned toward your groin.

“Yeah.”

“And you…?”

“Yes I liked it.” She giggled and held your hands away from your face, “If you want to, I’ll pop your cherry. I may be biased but I think you’re better off with me than with some meat head.” She winked.

You felt yourself go ghostly pale. Ellie was completely comfortable talking about it, every word out of her mouth made your palms that much more clammy.

Yet…you knew she was right.

Ellie was never a romantic interest of yours but her confidence and knowledge about it all made you feel inclined to take her offer. Besides…what’s the worst that could happen? Hesitantly you agreed.

“Hey, we don’t have to-“

“No!” You blurted out unintentionally, “Uh-no. I want to.”

Her full lips were tugged into a smirk and she nodded, “You tell me when to stop.”

With that, she released her grip on your wrists and cupped your cheeks, inching closer and closer to your lips. When the space between you two finally closed, her softness made all your tension begin to dissipate. Your shoulders relaxed, your fists released, even your upset stomach burst into butterflies. As a reflex you sighed against her lips and let your hands loosely fall around her neck.

Gradually you both made your way onto the mattress, your head falling onto the pillows and Ellie hovering over you. She began to shift your shirt up to reveal your bare chest and stiffened nipples. Pulling away she let one of her hands rest beneath your breast and raised and eyebrow to check on you to which you nodded eagerly and couldn’t pry your eyes away from her slim fingers. They wrapped around your soft mound and groped firmly while her lips fell to your other nipple to leave a delicate kiss. The sensation made your breath catch in your throat, unsure of how to process the sight and feeling, but your uncertainty was put to rest when Ellie took your nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue around your stimulated bud.

Instinctively, your fingertips snaked into her soft locks and gently tugged every so often when she licked or sucked your skin a certain way. You hummed in delight, catching yourself drifting away into another dimension of pleasure and stimulation, and Ellie noticed. With a sigh you pressed your chest closer to her face and let your eye settle close.

Icy fingers slid down your torso until they reached your waistband and danced in and out of the elastic until you hummed approvingly. She shifted to your other peak and started with some soft kisses until she was leaving purple patches on your skin, meanwhile her other hand was working to press your thighs apart. Ellie could feel the slight dampness on the fabric of your panties and didn’t waste time diving underneath them and exploring your center. The feeling made you sit up slightly and gasp, eyes wide with wonder and pleasure.

“You okay?” She wondered against your flesh, pressing her cheek against your chest.

“Y-yes…do that again.”

She circled your clit with her middle finger, “That?”

You bit your lip and groaned, nodding approvingly.

Complying, her finger caressed your tender bud while sloppy kisses littered your torso, vibrant green eyes locked onto your flustered expression. Her fingers were covered in your slick, coating your folds and some making your inner thighs sticky - she couldn’t wait to delve deeper into you. When she saw the way your face started twisting up with pleasure and your pants turned into soft moans she knew you were close, and because of that she pulled her hand from your panties and her lips from your waist.

You bolted upwards and eyed her down, “Wh-what the Hell? I was almost done!”

Without a word she slid off the bed and took a step back, pointing to the floor in front of her sternly. Confused, you tilted your head like a dog hearing a strange noise, until she spoke:

“On your knees.”

In your head you tried to connect the dots, your sight darting back and forth from Ellie’s serious expression and the silicone toy protruding from her waist.

Oh.

“Ellie I never-“

“Shut up. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

This new side of her scared you. She was bossy and stern, but in a way that made you want to follow her every command. You wanted her to tell you what to do, to be in charge. She knew you were inexperienced, so surely she wouldn’t do anything to hurt you…not intentionally anyway.

Not keeping any longer you slid off the bed onto your knees with your hands in your lap. You waited patiently for her next order, willing to learn and please. She spit in her palm and then onto the toy, using the hand she had used on your womanhood to lubricate the silicone and prep it for you. As phallic as her moves were, you loved every one of them and couldn’t help yourself from shifting on your heels to alleviate some of the pressure heating up your core.

The toy was heavy in her hand, “Open up..” you complied, slacking your jaw, “Mm good girl, that’s it.”

Slowly she pushed the tip of the toy past your lips and along your tongue until she heard you gag, the toy uncomfortably hitting the back of your throat. Despite this Ellie still grinned, looking down at you with a primal glint in her eye that you wanted her to act on.

For stability your hands fell to her thighs and you slowly bobbed your head. It was hard but you tried your best to take in more of her every time you nose neared her naval without tearing up too badly or gagging too loudly. You felt one of her hands fall to the back of your head and help guide you along the length of the toy, pressing her lips together and gazing down at you with ungodly intentions.

“You’re doing so good Y/n…fuck you’re so hot.”

Her words made you even more eager to please her, and your center even more desperate as you ground down on your heels. Eventually she picked up the pace, rocking her hips in and out of your mouth despite your gaging and the tears trickling down your cheeks. You wanted to take it all.

Then she suddenly pulled out, giving you emotional whiplash, ogling at your spit covered lips and damp chin. Tear streaked cheeks and wide eyes. Ellie couldn’t hold back anymore, and neither could you.

So you let her rip you from the ground and toss you onto the bed, your hips hinged over the edge and ass in the air. When you glanced over your shoulder you saw the pleased and snarky smile on Ellie’s lips, her eyes tracing down your body until it landed on the shamefully large damp spot on your shorts.

Pressing two fingers to the spot she purred, “Look at this…nobody has picked your flower but you’re soaking like a slut. How ‘bout that?”

You couldn’t help yourself. Ellie’s experience and dominance left you completely submissive and willing to whatever she had to offer - and this made you desperate. It left you dripping.

As Ellie tugged down your shorts she returned to a softer nature, her fingers tickling the skin on your lower back and thighs teasingly. She would touch and prod and trace everywhere but where you wanted her, and when she did finally push aside your sticky undergarments the cool air made you gasp. Another gasp ripped through your throat when her middle finger slid into your glossy center. She was delicate and waited until you had adjusted some, paying attention to the pink on your cheeks dying down, until she pressed against your g-spot. The moan that fell out of your lips was a surprise to you both and it made Ellie’s head spin, it also made her lose control of her self composure and furiously pump her finger in and out of your cunt.

“Ah -! Ellie oh my God!�� You whined as your torso collapsed onto the bed and your knees grew wobbly.

Her ring finger joined her middle finger and drew more moans from you and a lewd squelching bounced off the walls of her small apartment, “Yeah that’s it…” Ellie hummed.

When your moans grew louder and more choked, walls clamping against her fingers, she denied you yet again another orgasm in replacement of the point of this entire endeavor. “You ready? I’ll be slow.” Ellie rubbed your lower back and groped your ass in anticipation. After you nodded affirmatively - completely frustrated and deprived - she gathered your slick onto her fingers and coated the strap, adding her spit for good measure. Though you were nervous, you were ready, beyond ready. And Ellie could see it too by the way your eyes were glued to the silicone and how they grew bigger and bigger as each inch of the toy sunk into your hole.

The stretch was foreign and at times painful, but Ellie had worked you up enough that it didn’t matter because all you wanted was the relief you knew she could bring you. You felt so close yet so far from your climax and you were reaching your breaking point, staring off by slamming your hips back against Ellie’s with a needy hum. It didn’t take her long to her the message, grabbing your hips with an iron grip and leaning down to whisper into your ear, “You asked for this,” before ramming the strap into your sopping cunt.

Each thrust slammed you against the mattress and made you cry out in pain and pleasure. This wasn’t how you imagined you losing your virginity, being bent over and split in half by one of your best friends minutes after she introduced to what a strap even was - however it turned out better than you had ever expected it. You wouldn’t have it any other way. You were completely blissed out and would be content with being Ellie’s play toy forever.

For more leverage she propped one knee onto the bed and groped your ass to give you a better arch, pounding deeper and faster into you, the tip ramming against your g-spot almost every time without fail. Then her fingers wrapped around your torso and began toying with your clit, not caring about being detailed oriented and sticking with the theme of being sloppy and rough.

“Ah oh God Ellie! Fuck fuck fuck!”

Though you didn’t warn her explicitly she knew exactly what was happening, so she amped up the power, gripping a fistful of your hair and rocking her hips as deliciously as she could.

“Yeah baby c’mon give it to me!” She egged you on, but her words all but fell on deaf ears because after what felt like eons of orgasm denial, you reached your climax.

Your legs shook, your voice broke as you croaked out her name, euphoria stimulated every nerve in your body. Usually when people share their first times, the word awkward always pops up in the conversation, but you felt like you and Ellie had broken a stigma because this would make you happy if it was the first and last time you ever had sex. Eventually your orgasm slowed down and you were brought back down to earth only to have your head filled with fog and your groin sore. Ellie could see how vulnerable you were by the glossiness in your eyes so she took special care to tend to you: gently cleaning you up, kissing up your back, letting you borrow a clean pair of shorts and helping you to lay down.

Once you settled into the sheets and picked at the remainder if the popcorn Ellie joined you. Some silence was shared between you two and at first you thought she had fell asleep (rightfully so), but some stirring prompted you to face her.

“Never have I ever let my best friend take my virginity.”

#ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams smut

[fluffyprettykitty]

Discipline

Pairing: Brunnhilde + Jane Foster x female reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 920 words

Outline: What happens when Jane and Brunnhilde return to their chambers only to find you with your fingers buried deep inside you?

Warnings: sub/dom dynamics, power play, face sitting, finger fucking, overstimulation, pet names, objectification, scissoring, not beta read, if I missed anything lmk, my brain is a little mush lately!

Author’s Note: I felt like some smut for these wonderful ladies in honor of thor's release today, lemme know what you think and if you'd like more!

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Valkyrie Masterlist ・❥・Jane Foster Masterlist

NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

"Do you think she can handle it?" The black-haired woman asks the other one, worry evident in her voice.

"She's so eager to please she will make sure she will." The blonde hair winks at her and presses your legs down towards the mattress. In response, you huff and squirm trying to move your legs away but Brunnhilde only slaps them apart.

"Don’t disrespect your king.” She warns you and scoffs. 

“Be a good girl for us, come on. You are the one who wanted this anyway," Jane reminds you, her fingers brushing against your thighs softly. All you can do is whine again spreading your legs apart of your own volition, and sitting prettily waiting for whatever was next. 

"Please…" you mewl squirming your legs trying to close them but Jane held them tightly. Her big muscles shone brightly against the night light. 

"Is too much. " You shout and your whole body shakes to the rhythm of your fifth orgasm. Was an hour ago when they had pinned you down for disobeying them. But it wasn't your fault they were away so much on business and whatnots. What were you supposed to do when your pussy ached so? You needed some release and they walked inside the chambers battle clad in just the right moment to torture you and thus the punishment began. 

Jane and Brunnhilde were co-ruling Asgard together and they had been together for some time. Yet one fateful night, one night that truly felt like any else, you didn't expect them to show interest in you, just another humble maid. One beckoning stare from Jane and another from Brunnhilde and there you were their new shiny toy. That was six months ago now you were on their bed, naked as the day of light and crying from too much pleasure. 

"If you wanted to cum so bad what else is there for us to do than to make sure you won't stop cumming, huh?" 

“We only want to please you, sweet one, what else can we do? Look at how eager your poor pussy is. I don’t think she is even close to enough yet.” 

“Think after this we bound to teach her some manners or bet yet tie up her legs and never let her cum again without us. What do you think, baby?”

“That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.” Jane beams at her wife and looks at you with a darkened stare. You moan again, your clit now oversensitive as you watched Brunnhilde proceeding to remove her armor. Without further ado, she lands her pussy on yours and begins wildly riding you. 

"You're nothing but my sex pet, pretty one, did you really think you're even allowed to make your own decisions? No, you thought wrong. Time for you to do whatever I tell you to do." 

Jane lets go of your legs and as if they have an unspoken agreement she removes her clothes as well and proceeds to sit on your face, her body facing Brunnhilde's. The sound of them loudly making out moaning at your touches while you were struggling to lick Jane made you even hornier. Tonight you'd truly learn just how much you could take. A glance at the golden mirror next to the bed held the most perfect picture for you. You are perfectly planted by your two lovers holding on to one another. Breasts brushed over each other as they used and worked your body to their pleasure. You were nothing but their pet and you were very glad to be so. 

"Harder!" Jane yells at Valkyrie and all she does is drill your body to the mattress riding you with incredible ferocity. Is clear who was calling the shots but this was only evident inside the confidence of these royal champers. Outside, they were both vicious strick co-rulers. Brunnhilde extends an arm to Jane's pussy rubbing her feverishly, a favor Brunnhilde returns immediately. While the blonde woman was riding your face the way she needed you to not giving you a lot of space to breathe. They loved using you, working your body as if it was nothing but a toy and nothing more than a golden coveted object. It was everything you ever wanted and more. You spend your days and nights close to their chambers or on the rare ocassion bound to their tents when they went on a trip. 

They had a pact that they would always cum together which you found endearing. You found out about this deal early on, and it surprisingly warmed your heart. Jane is the one to cum first as per usual which only makes Brunnhilde break out into a thunderous moan screaming and crying out her name. They loved repeating each other names like that, moaning and screaming as if to establish dominance over one another. 

Satisfied in their pleasure they both use your body for as long as they need to. 

“Time for a snack.” The black-haired woman says happily and points to you which makes the blonde woman nod positively in response. 

They crush their lips against each other, hungrily kissing until they both kneel in front of your pussy and together start assaulting you with their tongues making you cum once again. You should have known you would have been the snack yet sometimes your brain got really hazy cause of them. 

If all punishments ended up like this maybe you'd be naughty more often.

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[prince-liest]

Man.. I managed to reread "the last bus stop" twice at this point and It simply CANNOT let my brain go. It's just so good, that I lack the proper words to Express my thoughts.

Thinking about it now though, I cant help to wonder on what note we gonna end the fourth part..?? Its surely cant be that angsty.. right???

Haha, dw too much about it mate, I feel like anything ya write will be a perfect ending at this point!!!♡ You literally became my favourite AO3 author and I have my full trust in your ability to nail it everytime!

Also for a split second I wondered how would it look like if this fic took place in the same universe as your 666 series... oh man the feels this would inflict upon, welp, everything. Really wonder what Voxes reaction would be if he found out, and cant help but feel that he would kill Val himself If he had a chance hah

No unhappy endings on my page, cross my heart!

But also, damn, the POWER I HAVE JUST BEEN GRANTED. I appreciate your trust, I promise. >:D Honestly, it's just been really great that I kinda went out on a limb and wrote, like, the worst fucking thing, and everyone's responses have pretty much been, "Wow, that slapped," so: thank you!!! Genuinely extremely encouraging!!

Also, haha, OOF, someone else actually mentioned the idea of crossing The Last Bus Stop In Hell and 666verse, and my thoughts about it are here! Tl;dr: Everyone has a bad fucking time. Bad end! Bad end!!

MORE ANON ASK RESPONSES FOR THE FIC UNDER THE CUT

AINT NO WAY ALASTOR CHEWED OFF HIS OWN (angels) LEG?? he's so crazy i love him

A deer with his leg caught in a trap! What else is a cannibal to do? >:) <3

THE NEW CHAPTER WAS INSANEE ???? SCREAMING OH MY GOD ALASTOR STRAIGHT UP SHOT VALENTINO ??? (until he was nothing but mush 😨) speechless beyond words but it was SO good and cathartic omg i was literally on the edge of my seat in suspense 😭😭😭

I'm, like, mildly surprised but deeply pleased by how many people found this chapter to be cathartic. Like, it was meant to be, but I'm always faintly convinced that I'm the weird one. ILY all, thank you for joining me in my derangements.

#ask #personal #Anonymous #I try to organize these so that the ones with blatant fic spoilers are under the cut haha #also AYYY MY PRECEPTOR LET ME OUT HALFWAY THROUGH MY SHIFT #so I only have a 7 hour day instead of a 12 hour day #I'm freeEEE and I even got groceries god bless attendings that Get It #he literally said “thank you for playing along and being here I know how it is at the end of 4th year” hAHA fuckin poggers #t

[starlightsearches]

Truth or Dare

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Here's another part to this!! I'm anticipating that it will be around 4 or 5 parts, and they're all planned out (just not written 😭). Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated 💖

Klitz x femme reader

Warnings: fake dating, language, sexual reference, mentions of suicide

Klitz has spent the last twenty four hours on the verge of throwing up. 

His stomach rolls every time he thinks of you—and sometimes it’s good, when he can pretend there’s distance. He can remember the way your skin felt against his own like the whole thing was just a really good dream, safe with his hand down his pants and your name on his lips without having to say a word to you.

Right now, though, it’s bad. Really bad. Because he said he’d be at your house in twenty minutes and the cushion that had kept him from crashing into a very disappointing reality is slipping through his fingers with every minute.

“Do you own a single shirt that doesn’t look like you stole it from my dad?”

Eli’s standing in his closet, flipping through Klitz’s limited choices, shifting the shirts back and forth like a brand new wardrobe is going to appear if he moves them just right. When it doesn’t work, he sighs. 

“Actually, I lied. I think my dad may have some better options than you.” 

Klitz falls back against his mattress, feeling like a lost cause. He’s wearing the only pair of jeans he owns, and the fabric is stiff and uncomfortable from lack of wear, the waistband digging in against him where he’s tucked in his white undershirt. He wants to crawl out of his skin. 

“I should just tell her I can’t go.”

That steals Eli’s attention from insulting his clothes.

“Uh, no. Absolutely not.” 

He falls into Klitz’s desk chair, twirling it to face the end of Klitz’s twin-size mattress, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees like the world’s least-qualified therapist.

“You have been obsessed with this girl for forever. Okay? Forever. She just about fuckin’ falls into your lap and you’re gonna say no? If you do not go on this date with her I swear to god I will kill you. And then myself.”

Honestly, it’s kind of a tempting offer.

“I don’t think I can do this,” he says, more to himself than to Eli. Really, he knows he can’t do this. He’s going to mess it up somehow—spill coke down your shirt, or say something dumb, cover his eyes or scream too loud. It’s all going to be too close—having you in his car, sitting next to him in the dark, cramped theater seats. What if he gets hard? What if you laugh at him? 

What if you laugh at him and that gets him hard? 

Eli shrugs, oblivious to his friend’s spiral. “You just have to be normal, dude.”

“Okay. Then I’m screwed.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Klitzy,” Eli slaps him on the thigh in an attempt to seem encouraging, “when she says something, just pretend it’s me you’re talking to.”

Klitz sits up on his elbows, looking confused. “Dude, you want me to tell her to shut up?”

“No, stupid,” Eli rolls his eyes, way too confident for somebody almost as clueless as Klitz is, “pretend she’s your mom, or Mr. Salinger, or that old lady feeds her dog cheeseburgers on her porch. Anyone you could talk to without getting a raging hard-on.”

He never wants to hear the words your mom and hard-on in a sentence ever again. “Gross.”

Klitz isn’t going to say it out loud, but the idea does have some merit. It’s not like he’s stupid—he got into Yale, after all—but even thinking about talking to you has always made his brain turn to mush, had him stuttering like an idiot. Maybe the only way to be around you is to pretend he’s not around you at all.

“What if”—he whispers, swallowing hard. He hasn’t even wanted to say this part out loud, because that might make it true— “what if it’s not even real? What if it’s all just a joke?”

That makes Eli shrug, too, a slutty little grin on his face. “Then you might as well get something out of it, am I right?”

Klitz rolls his eyes, and Eli flashes him a falsely harmless look. “What? You know she’s gotta put out if she’s been dating that fuckwad Luke for so long.”

That was the difference between him and Luke. Another difference. “Not gonna happen, dude.” 

“We could roleplay if you want,” Eli crosses his legs, doing a half-assed impression of what you might look like sitting here in his room, “here, pretend I’m her. How do you make your move?”

Klitz sits up, moving to the other end of the bed. “Yeah, I think I’d rather get punched in the dick.”

“Well, the night is young.” Eli shrugs, walking to the closet, picking a shirt at random before throwing it in Klitz’s direction. 

“Let’s go dude. You can do this. Don’t fuck it up.”

Klitz sighs, putting on the shirt and grabbing his car keys. If this goes poorly, he tells himself, he could always make himself a bleach cocktail when he gets home.

Just leaving now.

Your phone buzzes in your hand and you see Klitz’s latest message as it joins the rest of the riveting conversation you’d been having. It’s mostly okays and yeps from his side, and the ever-thrilling hey, it’s Klitz. There’s a pit in your stomach as you scroll back through them, lip caught between your teeth. He didn’t sound too thrilled about any of this. Did he even want to go on this date?

More importantly, are you thrilled about this? You still haven’t decided. It couldn’t be your worst date—not after the nightmare-inducing double you went on with Tiff freshman year—but it’s not like you’re going because you wanted to. Or did you? 

 You snap your phone shut with a roll of your eyes, pursing your lips as you stare into your closet. You still don’t know what to wear. 

You grab a chunk of your wardrobe out of your closet, dropping it on a chair beside you and pulling off your ratty sweatshirt. It’s time for the paper-doll treatment, but you can’t help but be disappointed with each outfit you hold in front of you. Too covered. Too slutty. Too casual. Too nice. Amber looks up from where she lays on your bed, legs crossed at the ankles as she flips through some magazine.

“Cute bra,” she says, “think you’ll get lucky tonight?”

You roll your eyes. “Gross, definitely not.”

It would be easier if she wasn’t here. Your dad let her up a few hours ago and she burst into your room without knocking, going off about something Tiff had said or hadn’t said but had meant or whatever. You couldn’t tell her to leave, because then you’d have to acknowledge this date, and admit that you’d have liked to get ready—maybe touch up your makeup a little, do something with your hair. Then she’d think you cared.

And you can’t let her think you care.

Rolling off of your mattress, she joins you in the frame of your mirror, flipping through the pile of clothes. “It doesn’t matter what you wear,” she says, holding up a scoop-neck tank top, “he’s gonna spend the entire time staring at your tits.”

You keep looking through your closet, cheeks growing warmer. “That’s what I was trying to avoid.” 

Amber rolls her eyes, pulling the shirt off its hanger. “Come on, don’t be such a prude. Give him a little show.”

There’s a knock on the door, and your shoulders sag in defeat. No time to argue now.  You rip the top from her hands and throw it on before grabbing a jean jacket from your closet—just in case your parents decide now would be the perfect time to have a fit over what you choose to wear.

“Can’t wait to hear all about it,” Amber calls after you sarcastically. You wish her goodbye with your middle finger. 

Your dad’s standing in the doorway, shaking hands with Klitz as you run down the stairs, and you can’t help but think about that animal birthing video your teacher forced you to watch in 9th grade science. He’s all trembly—unsteady on his feet, gangly like a baby deer trying to take its first steps.

You have to clear the butterflies from your throat before you speak. It’s been forever since you’ve been on a first date. 

“Hey.” 

He looks up to where you stand, and it’s a little cute the way he gapes. The butterflies come back with a vengeance. 

You smile, and he flushes, wrestling his hand from your dad’s grip. “Oh, hey.”

That’s an improvement. He’s speaking more than one word to you now. Sort of.

Your dad watches the whole thing with a smug sort of grin, turning to you with his brows raised, and you know what he must be thinking. Can practically hear him say, thank god it’s this kid taking my daughter out tonight. He wouldn’t be brave enough to touch her with a ten foot pole.

 And he’d be right about that. 

You turn back to Klitz. “Are you ready to go?” 

He nods, and you give your dad a one-armed hug goodbye. “I’ll be back around midnight?”

Your father just shrugs, happy as you’ve ever seen him meeting a boy. “Whatever’s fine; I wouldn’t want you to miss any of the movie. You both have fun—” he turns to Klitz, still grinning from ear to ear. “It was nice to meet you, Tim.” 

He shuts the door behind you with a cheeky wink. God, that’s new. Your dad took one look at Klitz and completely forgot about your curfew. If you had known that, you’d have gone out with him ages ago.

You take his hand without even thinking about it.

No preparation—dead air to skin-on-skin contact in a blink of an eye—pulling him off your front porch and towards his car. 

He’s not sure if he believes it, even now. He was expecting somebody else behind the door—some of your neanderthal friends to beat the shit out of him, maybe. Or maybe you’d let him spend the night on your porch, laughing with Amber as you watched him sob through the peephole.

Instead you’re here, holding his hand. 

“Klitz?”

“Sorry, what?” he blushes, wiping his palm across his jeans before he opens the door for you. Had you said something? He hadn’t heard a word of it; too busy thinking about how soft the skin of your palm is. Thinking about how soft the rest of you must be.

And then he’s quite forcefully picturing Mrs. Strayer and her little Boxer, Biscuit, eating bites off her dollar menu cheeseburgers every afternoon, thinking about how she chomps right into that slobber-covered burger like her dog doesn’t eat its own shit.

“I was just saying” —you continue as he ducks into the driver’s seat, and he hates to admit it, but Eli was right. The dog thing is keeping his blood flowing to all the right places, and out of his crotch. Now he can actually hear when you speak— “that I’m sorry if my dad was weird at all.”

“No, it was fine.” It was not fine. Your dad had been a little too cheery, not even bothering with the classic if you even think about touching my daughter threats. And it’s not like he was going to try anything—god, he’s not delusional—but, you know, he didn’t want to be put in the friend zone so firmly by your dad. 

You laugh, tucking your knees against his dashboard, smiling at him—so fucking pretty without even trying. He’s having trouble keeping his eyes on the road. “Okay, good. If he had scared you off I would have been pissed.”

Now he has to look at you. “What?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, “I mean, you’re really smart, and funny, and—you know—cute. I’ve actually wanted to go out with you for a while now.”

Okay. So someone put you up to this. It’s the only logical explanation. Or maybe you have face blindness and you think you’re talking to someone else. Or Eli cornered you and made up some sob story about how Klitz only had six more weeks to live.   

“Really?”

He can practically hear you rolling your eyes at him. “Why’re you so surprised?”

Because I own a mirror. It’s a self-deprecating thought, but not necessarily an inaccurate one. He knows why girls like you don’t typically talk to him, and it’s not just because he can’t run a whole mile without an inhaler. “I just didn’t think I was, you know, uh, your type.”

You’re studying him like a bug under a microscope, or an ant beneath a magnifying glass. The weight of your gaze burns. “Okay then, what’s my type?”

He resists the urge to say the obvious: Luke. It’s probably a bad idea to bring up your ex-boyfriend in the first ten minutes of his date with you. “Athletic, I guess? Blond?”

You actually make a face, nose scrunching up a little. “Not really, no. Those are just the kinds of guys I hang out with.” 

Sounds like a flimsy excuse, but who is he to correct you when you’ve given him this chance? “Then- then what is your type?”

There’s a long pause, and he glances at you out of the corner of his eye. Your expression is surprisingly serious. 

“I haven’t really thought about it. Nice, probably? A lot of the guys I know are assholes . . . most of my friends can be pretty big assholes, too . . .” you let your head fall back with a humorless laugh, “I don’t know what that makes me.”

Klitz furrows his brow. “You’re not an asshole.” 

He wants to punch himself in the dick. Good job, Klitz, very romantic. Next you can tell her she doesn’t smell like shit. 

You don’t smell like shit. You smell like a whole garden when it rains, and it’s filling up the car, burying itself into the upholstery. It makes him want to shove his nose against the seat and breathe in until he goes unconscious. 

You laugh off his comment, slapping him lightly on the arm. “You’re sweet, Klitz.” 

He’s got a little patch of buzzing nerves where you touched him, and he shrugs his shoulder, trying to get the feeling back. “No, really,” he doubles down, “I mean it . . . like, you’re the only one who laughs at Mr. Stern’s jokes in Chemistry.” 

Your jaw drops in mock surprise. “Some of those are actually funny. ‘A-meano acid?’ come on.”

He should really stop talking, but his mouth is running off without him. “And you help Tiffany study for her every one of her precalc tests.”

You’ve made it to the theater, but you’re in no rush to get out of the car, watching him with an amused look. “How did you know about that?”

Klitz feels his face go hot. “I’ve just seen you in the library sometimes, that’s all.”

It’s a lot more than that—but he’s not going to tell you how much time he’s spent studying the shape of your lips from a few tables over, chin resting in one hand. He’s closer to your lips now than he’s ever really been—in the privacy of his car, alone in this parking lot. He’d just have to close a few feet of distance and then he’d be kissing you. He turns back to the wheel, face in flames.

“And- I mean, you’ve always been nice to me.” 

There’s a sting of silence, and he glances at your hands, twisting in your lap. Your voice is quiet, and a little solemn. “Thanks.”

And then he sees your hands reaching for the door, erasing the tension from the car with a gust of fresh air. “We better go; the movie’s starting soon.”

He’d be fine to miss the movie if it meant you could spend a little more time alone with you here, but you’re already gone, at his window before he has a chance to even remove his seat belt.

The playful tone is back in your voice as he climbs from the driver’s seat.

“Are you scared?”

“No,” he lies, “are you?”

You just roll your eyes at him, reaching for his hand again, twining your fingers in between his.

Against his better judgment, he’s starting to wonder if this might be real.

#klitz fanfic #klitz x you #klitz the girl next door #klitz x reader #the girl next door #klitz #paul dano #dano nation #danonation #my writing

[lokisqueen69]

Oc x Viggo Grimborn

Warnings: N/A

Let me know what you guys think so far and feel free to ask questions! Please be nice tho 🥹

Also sorry if I have some spelling errors my brain is mush 99% of the time 😂

Johann and Katie set out early in the morning to get her book copied for him. “These recipes are for OUR EYES only…” leans to the merchant’s ear “…and if someone in the archipelago get any of these recipes copied, I will kill you. Loki will ensure it!” Loki growls at the merchant putting a fear not many know into him, and he trembles and nods “Of c-course miss no one will ever see this!” Katie smiles “Good then Johann will return in eight days to collect the book and I will be on my way! Here is your payment.” He hands him the sack of gold and gets on Loki. Taking off and heading the Johann’s ship in the far distance. “Got a head start I see!” She says from atop Loki flying next to the ship “it’s about a day sail from here figured it be better to get a head start.” Katie sighs and dramatically flops on Loki’s back “Can I just meet you there!”

“No, my lady, as I fear what they might do to you if not in the presence of yours truly!” Johann replied pleased with himself.

“Can’t we just fly you there?” Katie suggested but she already knew the answer.

“My lady, I would rather travel back to the horrid swamp of the de- “

“Yep! Yea, I have my answer Johann.” She says before he could blab on more. She sighs once more knowing it’s going to be a long ride there.

“Ugh finally I can SEE land!” She says astatic.

“Katie. Land Loki on the boat. NOW!” Johann said with urgency. She knew he meant business when he spoke like this. She lands Loki on the boat and jumps off his back. He turns to face her momentarily, “Katie, I need you on best behavior. These are business partners and on my word as your friend and the only person I consider family…no harm will come to you OR Loki. I don’t understand it, but I know he means something to you, but it might be better if he leaves upon meeting them.” He takes a deep breath and prepares himself for business. As the boat is dock on the shore, she could already feel the eyes of hunters on her and Loki. Loki become uneasy and growls and snipes at a hunter.

“Hey! Control your dragon!” The hunter snears “Or we will. He will make a niiiice and stunning new helmet.” Katie growls and turns to him beyond pissed.

“Oooooo you want run that by me again!” She walks up to the hunter and sizes him up. Finding that she is not too much shorter than him. She starts to build her tactic of taking him down when a hand is on her shoulder. She’s doesn’t think too much about it til it’s on her presssure point and the fingers dig in. She whimpers in moves her shoulder away from the hand turning around.

“Who the hell do you think- “she stops when she sees Johann being stopped by two hunters and a man in front of her. This man was tall and had lots of dragon scale armor on.

“I suggest you control yourself and show some respect to my brother’s presence.” She feels her face go white and she sees the look of fear on Johann’s face. She sees the other man approaching as she kneels showing some respect,

“I’m so sorry sir…my behavior was out of line.” She says knowi n she’s not getting this job now and she feels bad for making Johann look bad too.

“Nonsense.” He says as helps her up look at her with a smirk “My men should have never talked to my business partners or guest like that.” She sighs feeling a little better “But I must admit…some so passionate about her dragon might not be a good fit.”

“I can assure you that MY dragon won’t be a problem. I have the ability to kill what is deemed necessary. I would ask Johann to vouch but I fear I have not made a good impression to begin with.” She says defeated as she knows all this work is for nothing.

“Mmmmm true but looks- “the man lifts Katie’s chin up. Eyes meeting his. “-can be deceiving.” She’s breathless as she immediately starts to blush and swoon upon seeing him.

“How ever I would like to move this along in a more formal environment. I will let you two get settled and meet you in the designated tent in one hour. Johann knows the way can’t wait to see you then my dearest?” The man says help you to your feet.

“Katie.” She replies nervously.

“No last name?” The man asked curiously.

“It a ummm…long story.” She says sadly.”

“Ah yes. I believe I have overstepped by bounds. See you i our my dear and don’t hesitate to ask for anything from me or my guards.” The man says leaving with his brother. The guards around Johann leave as he runs over to hugs you.

“Oh, my gods! You are in so much trouble!” He says dragging you your shared tent. He pours a quick cup of tea for your two.

“I know your probably pretty shaken up my hun. Why I remember my first time when the dastardly man first truly showed his colors- “

“Johann holy shit I’m fine! And surely that’s not his TRUE colors he hardly showed and anger at all. Impressive.” She says rembering his hand on her. She feels her face heat up as she takes a sip of the tea. She clears her mind and asked Johann.

“What should I expect from him and his brother especially in the working environment. I don’t see many women here.”

“They will treat you right. They have been in business a long time now, so they know how to ensure safety and well-being of everyone. They will make you work they won’t take it easy on your for being a woman. If they see you breaking a rule or betraying them, they will KILL, you. Please my dearest friend doesn’t die…I could never forgive myself.” Johann added the last part quietly. Face sinking at the thought. Katie smiles gently and rests a hand on his.

“I won’t I promise. I will be on my best behavior this time I promise.” She says slightly embarrassed at the earlier events. Johann smiles putting his tea down to hug her.

“Now that we have this out of the way. Are you ready?”

“Yes. Just let me brush my hair.” Katie says fixing her hair to look nicer. They walk to Viggo’s tent and nods at one of the guards at the entrance.

“Sir, they have an arrived.” The guard states as he pokes his head in.

“Bring them in.” You hear his silky voice says and I shiver runs up your spine. Johann give you a side eye as you both walk in.

“Viggo, it’s so nice to see my best business partner seem to have been going splendidly.” Johann puts on his businessman face and act. You stand at attention ready to impress Viggo and his brother…this time.

“Yes. Business has been quite nice very few disruptions as of late and your maps have proven quite useful. And I am hoping this lovely young woman is also here to help business.” Viggo says gesturing to you to sit.

“Yes sir, I am willing to be put to work no matter the task.” You say confidently. The other man scuffs as you feel the rage build. Trying to calm your mind you breath out.

“Brother show some respect. Thank you keeping your rage under control…this time.” He winks at you as pours some water for you and Johann. Johann didn’t like him winking but ignores it as he reaches for his water. You look at the water then at Johann.

“It’s fine. I promise.” Johann calms your nerves as you take a sip.

“I compliment your caution but as long as you help don’t cause any further issues, we will have need of getting rid of you.” Viggo says as he himself says a sup of the water.

“Johann, I presume you have the goods and maps we had discussed for this visit.” Viggo says as he sets his drink down. You can’t help but look at the weapons behind him admiring the gronkle iron swords.

“Of course, I have the right here.” Johann says taking out the maps and a small variety of pouches filled with gems and rare stones. Johann sees your distracted and bumps your leg. You look back to see Viggo eyeing you as you blush you stomach sink.

‘Why can’t I do this right. I need this job’ you think as Viggo smiles gently as looks at the weapons behind you.

“Which is your favorite lady, Katie?” He says as he rises from his seat.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean anything disrespect.” You say sinking your head to respect Viggo.

“Nonsense this is light business, but this sword is my favorite to use.” I say taking the sword in hand. You examine the sword whole sword as it looks quite old.

“You use it?” You say you see a massive break in the sword almost unnoticeable to the naked eye.

“Ummm yes quite why?” Viggo says almost sight offended.

“Well, you see- “you get up quickly and walk over the Viggo as Johann tries to stop and buried his face in the desk in front of him. “-if you look here on the sword there a big break in the metal. This can be fixed but the sword is very likely break in battle especially with harder metal like armor.” You move the sword in Viggos hands to look at the creak. Viggo eye go wide and he himself sees the creak down his sword.

“5 minutes and you caught this shape up brother.” He says playful smacking his brother’s chest. You smiley slightly at the brotherly spirit but soon see Johann mouthing ‘SIT DOWN’. You duck your head and go back to your seat.

“Sorry, this is a business meeting I should be more formal.” Viggo smiles and puts the sword back and sits himself.

“Let’s continue” Viggo states. Minutes turning into hours as you sit and try to absorb everything you could from their interactions and conversation. You see Viggo is extremely smart and very business savvy. His brother was more brawn and mostly stood there only speaking when necessary. As the meeting closes Viggo requested to speak with you privately. You stay seated at Johann nervously leaves you as Viggo’s brother as exits the tent leaving you and Viggo alone.

#httyd fandom #viggo grimborn

[h2obased]

Another Word For Surveillance - Part 9

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Summary: You asked Bucky out. He said no. Cool. How do you move on? You don't. Notes & Warnings:

DNI if under 18 | Fluff, swearing, canon typical violence, some angst, lotsa pining, sexual content

I don’t give permission for my work to be copied/reposted/translated anywhere.

Word Count: 4K+

Series Chapters || Masterlist

Another Word For Surveillance - Part Nine

Sometimes there’s a chill, nothing unusual, this being New York after all. Steve’s birthday would come in a few weeks and it would still be too warm to wear anything thicker than a three-year old hoodie, but Bucky welcomed the icy air at night.

He retreated to the balcony, stepping out into the night barefoot, with only sweatpants on, messy hair down because he managed to lose another hair tie. From somewhere in the apartment, Steve wondered aloud if they were finally getting old, because Bucky ventured out half-naked and Steve’s knees registered the drop in the temperature.

Bucky ignored his friend’s rambling. He would stand outside until the chill tickled. It traveled from the center of his forehead, crossing his skull to the base of his neck, making the hair on his arm stand.

His chest tightened. The cold triggered a eerily similar response to being strapped to a chair while a handful of weary strangers, staring down at Bucky with a detached, almost empty look. They had as much life in them as Bucky’s left arm. They entered the room in single file before surrounding him to start the procedure. Adrenaline kicked in. Bucky was ready to fight, without knowing why.

He didn’t remember how long it took to shock a man’s brain into forgetting days and weeks of killing sprees, but Bucky had seen HYDRA footage of the procedure. That’s how he knew spaghetti boiled faster than a mad scientist can fiddle with someone’s memories. His head always felt like an overcooked noodle after the procedure. Mushed.

Bucky remembered the icy pulse that started between his eyes, just behind the sockets, he supposed. How far deep into his skull didn’t matter, it went deep enough to cause short term memory loss didn’t it? The slow pulse grew into a wave washing over his cranium, crashing into the base of his neck, where the head and spine connected.

These days he could summon the sensation with little effort when it was cold enough. He stood in the balcony with clenched fists, hanging on to the feeling as long as possible.

Not because he relished his time as a robot, a wooden puppet on invisible strings, but one that could hurt and bleed. By some strange circumstance, or maybe it’s his body finally forgiving him - the chill that used to trigger his fight or flight response felt the same as the rush he felt when you touched him.

And this time, he didn’t want to escape it.

He sought it out. He sought you out.

So even when he was supposed to be the compound’s designated cranky senior citizen, the sullen new arrival, Steve’s dark shadow - Bucky let you bully him into tasting the rubbery monstrosity called Gummy Bears the day you met. He dressed up for silly work events because you asked him to. He cleaned up the language on his reports because “we get it, Steve’s an overripe grape with a deathwish, but the feds - they don’t appreciate poetry like you and I do.”

You weren’t supposed to make him feel a little light-headed, borderline giddy, whenever you gave him a puzzled smile.

Bucky didn’t do “life goals,” at least not like most people. He was content with not being a prisoner of war.

He can’t remember wanting something so bad that he didn’t know what to do about it and now he found himself in the most fortunate position of liking a person so much, he couldn’t really think straight. It made him bungle opportunities and worse - made you doubt your place at the top of his priorities.

He’s lived long enough to know life wasn’t meant to be black and white. Nothing was guaranteed. But lately he wondered with increasing frequency, maybe - you were it.

It’s a truth lodged in his throat whenever he saw you, and sometimes he could only manage a quiet nod because he’s awe-struck by you, by the gravity of his feelings, and if he could only manage to put these thoughts and feelings into words, maybe he wouldn’t be in so much trouble. And misery.

The tragedy was that the simplest of things are often the hardest to explain.

Bucky exhaled into the night, his breath coming up as silvery clouds before his eyes. The faint whirring sounds from his metal hand comforted him. He looked at the dark sky and wondered if it was better to take the bike instead of a car tonight.

“Steve!” The carpet warmed his feet the second he stepped back in. Bucky slid the balcony doors shut, sensing the cold air vanish instantly. “I’m going out!”

“You’re gonna be late.” Steve looked up from a three by three grid of post-its on the dining room table. He stood over his laptop with crossed arms. “Maybe throw a shirt on too?”

“I’ll take the bike.”

“And I hear shoes do a good job of covering feet,” Steve’s attention returned to his notes. “Still gonna be late,” he mumbled as an afterthought.

“Not if I don’t drive like you,” Bucky hollered over his shoulder, laughing at Steve flipping him off.

The mid-week VA meetings rarely gathered over six people, which was why Bucky preferred going on Wednesdays instead of Saturdays. The large crowds didn’t bother him anymore but the interactions seemed more relaxed with only a few people huddled around him.

Nothing extraordinary happened apart from the majestic nature of the sun rising and setting weeks in a row or maybe he was just more inclined to be forthcoming in warmer weather, but Bucky started opening up about his nightmares after a handful of sessions. He skipped the really scary details (these would be classified information anyway), focusing on feelings and outcomes instead. No one else would have a story about waking up with a Soviet Union-era metal arm, but fighting cold sweats, becoming short tempered, and lashing out at the people who least deserve it because fear and anger had to go somewhere - that was a fairly common experience not only with vets but people in general, Bucky discovered.

But mostly, he liked listening. Sandy once suffered a panic attack in the middle of his eight-year old’s ballet recital. PJ decided to learn Farsi. Eddie Elbow dreaded his upcoming surgery, his third this year.

As for Bucky - he used to have really bad dreams.

About botched surgeries. Attaching the metal prosthetic took multiple operations by doctors who didn’t necessarily have experience soldering metal into flesh.

About feeling someone’s pulse racing before plummeting into a half-beat against his thumb and in his dreams the Winter Soldier never let go until that half-beat lulls into nothing. When the Soldier finally released the neck, the body folded onto the floor without ceremony, and never neatly.

He got used to these dreams over time.

Then he met someone amazing. Of course his nightmares became rare but worse. Bucky woke with a bitter gut, like he had a hole in his stomach. He’s had a few of those, but once he reached the hospital, internal bleeding was someone else’s problem. When he dreamt about feral HYDRA agents locking you up in a bunker overseas, Bucky carried the toxic fear around until he’s ready to let it go.

And in his dreams he always seemed powerless to save you.

Bucky’s acid reflux only got worse.

The VA gang wasn’t troubled by this. Eddie Elbow said everyone had nightmares involving friends and family. He kept his eyes on his wonky limb as he spoke. “You worry about someone. Congratulations for being a decent human being.”

The group grunted in agreement.

Bucky was never going to be a smooth talker - not now, not after a hundred of these meetings - but he was learning how a three-minute anecdote about having to leave the house for the first time in days because the milk had gone bad was part of the healing process.

It’s not about the action, Sam told him. Action and follow through are important. But so is introspection and sharing. “You’re not a machine. We just like calling you Cyborg Man.”

So Bucky talked when he felt like it. And he listened in solidarity.

The evening group session concluded, and he enjoyed the brisk walk around the back of the building, thankful for the crisp air. His nose felt the chill as he tugged on his sleeves.

Your name flashed on the screen seconds after he took his phone off airplane mode and Bucky swiped before he remembered that texting back within seconds was needy.

Haha didn’t quite convey the pitter-pattering in his chest but Bucky replied to the cat meme anyway.

Since your teary-eyed confession the night he sneaked out of the hospital, Bucky knew he had to work against the clock. Not because you could suddenly just decide to walk away, or that you could run into someone who was slightly more capable of telling you things like, you smelled nice (Bucky’s favorite scents rolled into one person, and when you rest your head against him, he could breathe you in and nothing else mattered that moment.)

He had to move fast because you didn’t deserve it. The self-doubt. The sorrow. The loneliness, maybe, that came with Bucky’s half-assed excuses.

It’s not like he wasn’t sure about his feelings for you. He risked infection, not to mention Steve’s wrath when he walked out of a secure hospital wing and dragged his semi-drugged self to your apartment just to see you.

You were his entire guest list. He scrawled your name on a form quickly, before he lost his nerve, and handed it back to the security personnel arranging access to their residence. You could come to his room at night without setting off Stark’s million-dollar security system and set Bucky’s books on fire.

(He also had opinions about better things for you to do if you ever decided you wanted to slip into his room.)

Yeah, he was serious about you. Winter Soldier dead serious, and even Steve wasn’t going to laugh at that analogy.

Making you believe this without a shred of doubt was Bucky’s mission.

Importing limited screen edition chocolate from halfway around the world was child’s play. He saw your browser from across the table during a meeting and it only took him one call to find someone who can ship a month’s supply to New York.

A couple of days ago, he convinced Sam, Wanda, and Scott to join the business contingency exercise you were running this year before you even had to request help to round up volunteers.

“Sam’s not pulling my leg right?” You doubled-back when you ran into Bucky outside the office. He was on his way out, and you followed him to the sidewalk.

“Pardon me?” He scratched his head for effect.

“Remember the thing I was doing, the BCP drill for staff? You have to practically pay people to do it but slots filled up after Sam and Wanda signed up.” You tapped his left forearm and even the Vibranium sensors knew how much of a thrill that was. “Hey - you want to volunteer too?”

“Uh, it’s probably not my thing.” He replied slowly. “The talking to people, you know. So I-“ Bucky shook his head.

He didn’t know why he couldn’t just reveal he got his friends to help you. God forbid it made Bucky sound like a nice guy. Someone who cared. Deeply. Probably too much for his own good. About you.

“There has to be something else I can help with,” he recovered quickly.

When your face brightened up, he knew he was about to be roped into doing you a favor. “We could get coffee and donuts for the volunteers?”

Bucky was pretty sure Steve needed him to comb through a stack of files and hours of footage that weekend. “You got it.”

“Perfect.” You reached for his jacket sleeve and swung it back and forth absent-mindedly.

Bucky couldn’t bring himself to look away from your joyful eyes, or mention that this was an outright breach of the no-contact rule - you haven’t spoken about it for days but he assumed it was still very much in effect.

He was late for a meeting with Stark, but he’d endure an entire afternoon of snide remarks about punctuality for a few more minutes of this, standing next to you, wearing a goofy grin because you looked at him like nothing else existed.

He was crest-fallen when you dropped his arm though.

“It was you.” Realization settled on your face, Bucky felt somewhat smug about being able to read your expressions.

He raised his brows.

“You bribed Sam to volunteer.”

“I can’t make that man do anything he doesn’t want to.”

You crossed your arms but the curl around your lips was encouraging. “You’re up to something.”

Bucky exhaled. “Am I?” He crossed his arms, mimicking your position.

You shifted your gaze back to his face, determined not to be distracted. You cleared your throat. “That doesn’t- I don’t- Bucky…” Your voice trailed as you thought you lost control of the situation.

“Hmmm?” He took a couple of steps back, giving you another nod before turning around.

“Nothing!” You replied as he began to walk away.

Bucky chuckled. You’d demand a straight answer from him when you were ready and able to believe he was not going anywhere. Until then, he’d happily wait and do the things that left you momentarily speechless or mutter “You didn’t have to Bucky.” The smile you fought to contain told him he absolutely would be doing these small gestures for you again and again.

Things were going well to a large extent but Bucky was all too aware about the parts of him that were not as ecstatic about your renewed friendship characterized by emotional vulnerability from a distance of too damn far for a kiss.

Sam called it Bucky’s Labors, not because he studied English literature in college but because he had better manners than Steve who called the distinct lack of action Bucky’s Blue Balls.

Bucky wasn’t going to admit his suffering, but all this time apart - physically - only seemed to make him more attuned to your presence.

Just the other day, he instinctively turned to the grassy area on the way to the hangars.

“Who’s that?” Sam squinted across the field. He clocked the pout Bucky thought he was not doing.

The running path connecting Grids 3 and 4 offered a view of your favorite bench. You paced around it, gesturing wildly, phone on one hand, bowl of Skittles on the other.

Sam stopped walking and glanced at Bucky. “Are we coming ‘round to say hi?”

“No.” Bucky was being petulant, he’d admit to that. He could practically hear you start to speak, edit your thoughts mid-sentence, and keep rambling until you figured out what you wanted to say to whoever it was on the other line.

He watched you from the other side of the field torn between taking up Sam’s suggestion and Bucky’s wounded ego.

Why weren’t your senses telling you that Bucky, the love of your life, or so he hoped, stood right here?

“No.” He repeated more for his benefit than Sam’s.

“Man are you two still pretending the other idiot has playground cooties?”

Bucky wasn’t even going to acknowledge that.

It’s been over a month since you returned from DC and since then Bucky had been in such physical agony, he couldn’t even remember who thought keeping a respectable distance from each other would be a good idea.

It amused both of you for a few days - having to sit across each other during meetings and making sure you were never alone with each other. Not in a meeting room. Not in an elevator. Not even in the hallway. Bucky couldn’t even completely guarantee he won’t make a move if he found you alone in the parking lot at high noon.

Technically he could give you a hug but then he’d want to kiss the top of your head, and it drove him crazy because you cooed into him, right on his collarbone, a sound so hushed and muffled maybe you weren’t even aware you did it, but it happened often enough in the past for Bucky to be quite certain you liked forehead kisses very much.

And he was happy to oblige. Always. Except he couldn't stop at the forehead. He would not.

Which brought him to this. No kissing. No touching. These were rules he must follow. Rules he had to abide by if he wanted to keep his promise to you.

Bucky was dying and this was worse than when he got shot all those 78 other times. And he didn’t just need the release - as a male of his species in peak physical condition, he had no trouble dealing with base urges in the privacy of the apartment or during a hot shower at the gym.

He felt empty and his dick hated him.

But when you gave him a lingering, intrigued look whenever he did something for you or generally made an effort at work, that made you smile and it was all he needed to survive and keep going.

There was that time he swung by your desk to let you know he’s going on a two-day mission to the Mediterranean. He didn’t mean to sound like he needed your permission to go, but as previously established, he was never going on another op again if things weren’t fine between the two of you - anyway, his focus is sharper when he can picture you peering up at him with mischievous eyes that he’d like to think was only for him.

Bucky cleared his throat. He promised to text you while he was away. You gave him assorted bite-sized chocolate snacks in a zip lock baggie the next day.

Steve made quick work of the candy but your cheerful albeit lopsided grin as you waved Bucky away with his bag of sweets stayed with him. It kept him warm in the Quinjet and it kept him cool when he was tempted to drive his fist through someone’s face.

He texted you up until the crew had to go radio silent and by the time he could message again, Bucky had a dozen of photos and messages to send you.

He assumed he’d run out of things to tell you eventually. He didn’t. There was always something suspicious happening in Florida and Steve would predictably get into trouble for being himself. Now and then Bucky had a nightmare. He spared you the details but you would ask a second time - never more than that - with a patient look, and he found himself telling you anyway. Broad strokes - you didn’t need minute details. You just wanted him to get it off his chest.

It’s fascinating, this perpetual mental hard on for you. Bucky was dying and feeling very much alive at the same time.

Admittedly he may have been thinking with Not His Brain when he tailed you to the First Resort one evening. Forty-two days since he brought the new screen to your apartment and left with his brain congratulating him for heading out the moment things became a little too intense, and his lower half threatening to kick his ass for heading out the moment things became a little too intense.

He would never stalk you. Not like this. But when he ran into you at work - Bucky had to grab you by the arms to stop you from slamming into him, much as he’d love that - you only blinked at him like you didn’t recall that Bucky knew where to touch if he wanted your absolute full cooperation.

That would not do. Bucky casually glanced at the stretch of hallway behind you, in case of any masked assassins in pursuit. “What’s the rush Sweets?”

More blinking. A few more seconds, and then the color returned to your cheeks, the happy tiny smile reserved for Bucky appeared.

“What happened to the no-touching rule?”

Answering a question with a question. Now that’s classic Sweets. His Sweets. Maybe.

He raised both hands in surrender. It didn’t seem like the best time to make idle chat, not while Claire openly watched from twenty feet away. Bucky never had a lot of willpower when it came to physical contact with you. “Can I shoot whoever came up with that? Just on the foot.”

Your laughter was music.

“I’m serious.”

“Surely not about shooting yourself on the foot.”

“I’m serious,” Bucky insisted.

You both knew it wasn’t about anybody’s foot. A frown replaced the amused twinkle and your mind was off to another universe again and Bucky did not presume he could follow.

He exhaled slowly. “You ok?” There was a wayward strand on your forehead he warned himself to ignore.

You nodded but your gaze was already on Claire. “I have to ah - CC’s evil eye is like - so I should… but I’ll come find you? We’re probably due one of those talks huh?” Your eyes flicked back to Bucky and when your knuckle grazed his sleeve, Bucky’s heart stopped. At that moment you were back with him.

He gulped and nodded once.

With smiling eyes, you turned and walked over to your friend.

“You ok?” He asked again. You weren’t the only one who got to ask a second time.

You gave him a thumbs up instead.

He watched Claire guide you back to your seat. How was he not going to be interested in whatever it was you didn’t want to tell him?

So yeah. He got on the bike and followed you to the bar when he caught you leaving the building alone half an hour after running into each other.

You took your usual seat by the window, right by the neon lights that would always remind him about his biggest regret - choking the first time you asked him out. You spun the bottle clockwise instead of drinking from it. Bucky waited to see if you were meeting someone but after a while, he got bored of watching you stare through your beer.

He entered from the back of the bar, making a mental note to talk to Happy about the ease with which he was able to breeze through the staff entrance.

“Hi.”

You looked up with wide eyes. “Uh - hey.” Then you gave him that smile. The one meant for him. “So you-“

“I followed you, yeah.” Bucky looked around the bar. “Are you expecting company?”

“Not really.”

The knot in his shoulders relaxed. “Can I - can I sit?”

You gave him a funny look. “You gonna buy me a beer Buck? Doesn’t that violate Chapter Four Section Three of the Field Surveillance Handbook? What’s the book called?”

Bucky wanted to wipe the sarcasm off your face using his face. “You don’t seem to want beer right now.” He nodded at your barely touched drink. “And you’re not under surv-“

“You just admitted you followed me here.”

“Can’t a guy walk into a bar and pretend to run into you?”

You drummed your fingers. After a few seconds, you took a long drink, never taking your eyes off him.

Bucky was transfixed.

“Not James Barnes, no,” you replied, setting the bottle down to punctuate your statement.

“No?” He raised a brow. Bucky thought about how he had all the time in the world to rehearse what to say before slipping in through the back of the bar and plopping himself across you like your entire non-relationship with him did not start with him refusing to get a beer with you.

Now he couldn’t quite figure out how to inform you that yes, he ditched a security briefing with a four-star general because he wanted to know if you were ok.

And he missed you.

And he liked you. Fucking idiot.

You finished your beer without breaking eye contact. In the back of his mind, Bucky knew this silly back and forth only fanned flames and what he should be doing was keep things steady, and give you as much time you needed to come around and see he wasn’t playing around.

“Let me get the next round.” He slipped out of the booth before you could protest.

Your mood seemed to improve by the time he returned with a couple of beers. You asked about his day and why the Grid 2 fields were overrun with weeds. Bucky launched into the details of the larger blade he installed on the mower and how he convinced the landscaping team to leave the grass alone for a couple of weeks so he could test the design.

”You stopped making sense at… three-blade motor… something.” Your expression was deadpan but you continued to ask about the prototype.

He asked about your childhood, fishing for happy memories and watching your eyes darken momentarily at the thought of your brother, before lighting up as you recalled childhood pranks and family trips that made you think fondly of road trips and the smell of sunscreen and saltwater.

Two rounds became three, and quickly four after you knocked over your bottle while laughing at Bucky’s terribly accurate Steve Rogers impersonation. Whatever it was that had you worried, Bucky could tell from the carefree toss of your hair and how you angled your body toward him the entire time, you had set it aside to focus on the present.

You nudged the empty bottle to the middle of the table. “It’s late.”

Bucky nodded. He finished his beer and set the bottle down, almost clinking against yours, but not quite.

Both of you remained seated.

He hummed over the gentle clicking of his metal wrist. You watched him flex his arm and then blushed when he caught you staring with unabashed interest.

“I know where we can grab a decent slice at this hour.” The words tumbled out. Bucky held his breath.

From his peripheral view, he saw you lean closer to him. “Yeah?”

Your curious tone encouraged him. “You can’t tell anyone else.” Bucky raised an eyebrow, daring you to come with him, to make the night last a little longer.

He stood up without waiting for your reply, more out of jitters than confidence. Is it working, he wondered.

Or has the past few weeks been for nothing?

Bucky didn’t get a response but he heard you scramble out of the booth and in a couple of seconds you were right behind him. He felt the movement from a foot away, your boots creating a muffled squeak.

Hope stirred in his core.

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I’ve has several requests from yall to write Daya returning the favor to Bosco *wink wink* so here’s this (its literally PWP) lol

*smut warning*

Daya pressed a button, and the red light of the camera turned on.

“I wanna be in control tonight,” Daya growled into Bosco’s lips, roughly grabbing and pulling at her clothes to undress her.

“Oh do you, now?” Bosco smirked, “well be my guest then, baby,”

Daya was hungry for her. She pushed an already-half-naked Bosco down on the bed before crawling up her body, slowly like a predator stalking its prey.

Bosco was surprised with Daya showing such dominance, but she had to admit it was fucking sexy. She felt a rush of heat between her legs watching Daya climb on top of her, looking like she was about to devour her.

Daya kissed up Bosco’s body, making her way up to kiss her filthily, licking deep into her mouth.

“I need you so bad,” Bosco whined, her breathing already fast.

“You’re mine,” Daya said.

She discarded the rest of Bosco’s clothing, grabbed some ties from her side drawer and bound her wrists up to the headboard. Daya looked down at her, taking in the way Bosco had submitted herself over to her so fast and willingly.

“Look at you, so pretty all tied up,” Daya mused.

Bosco flexed against her restraints, wanting something touch or grab.

“Just for you,” Bosco mewled, looking up at her in mock innocence through her dark lashes.

Daya couldn’t take it any longer, she got up to grab her strap, put it on, and lubed it up.

“Fuck I want your cock so bad,” Bosco whined shamelessly, watching Daya come back to the bed with the strap on.

Daya’s stomach flipped at the sound of such dirty words coming out of her mouth. Seeing this side of Bosco made Daya drunk on power, she didn’t want to stop anytime soon.

Once back on top of Bosco, Daya wasted no time plunging two fingers into her to work her open, making her gasp. When she felt she was ready, Daya held one of Bosco’s legs in each hand to keep them spread apart. She lined up with her entrance and eased into her.

Bosco moaned, being filled up by Daya was such a new but intoxicating feeling. Being forced to sit there and take whatever Daya gave to her.

“Yes,“ Bosco hissed, “Fuck me.”

“Does my cock feel good inside you, baby?”

“Fuck yes, you fill me up so good…”

Bosco’s eyes rolled back into her head when Daya started thrusting in and out of her. Pleasure shot through her body with each snap of Daya’s hips, feeling it deep in the pit of her stomach.

“Who are you like this for?” Daya asked between pants, bringing one hand up to wrap around Bosco’s neck, squeezing lightly.

“Only you,” she choked out, “Holy shit, you fuck me so good, Daya.”

Daya fucked into her, hard and deep, making Bosco’s brain turn to mush.

“Your subscribers must love seeing how much of a slut you are for me.” Daya said, glancing at the camera, “It’s so hot to see you give yourself over to me like this..so needy…”

Bosco keened when Daya started hitting her spot with her strap over and over, the feeling bordering on almost too much yet deliciously good.

“Fuck, just like that don’t stop,”

Daya held her angle, “Feels good, baby?”

“So good,”

"You wanna cum on my cock?”

“Please,”

Daya drilled into Bosco even faster, making her breath quicken and her voice crack.

“God, Daya, gonna cum so fucking hard,”

Bosco was gasping for air as she came, long and hard. Her hips twitched upward to meet Daya’s thrusts while she was fucked through her orgasm. She could feel it spread from deep inside her, to every inch of her body.

Bosco felt like she was floating as she came down from her high. Daya kissed her sweetly before pulling out of her and untying her wrists.

“So good, baby,” Bosco hummed with glazed eyes, reaching her now-free hand up to pull Daya in from the back of her neck in a kiss.

“We should do that more often,” Daya giggled.

“We should,” said Bosco, smiling, “You’re sexy when you top.”

Daya kissed her once more, a desperate whine escaping her throat when Bosco deepened it.

“But for right now I think it’s your turn,” Bosco chuckled, flipping them around.

#bosco #daya betty #dayasco #prompts #camgirl au #press record #shout out to Winter for putting the idea of Subsco™️ in my brain heheh #smut