#throwing crazy obscene amounts of ass

[boxwinebaddie]

would your stans be the type to solve disagreements with a just dance battle since theyre pacifists

yes...i support this.

***my stans both claim they wont stop putting up peace signs in pictures until theres world peace lmaooo

i am not sure, however...that they would win many.

cue me combining the complicated answer to your simple question with some ncu dance headcannons, but i do hope they thrill you!

but alright, so i said that because...

...i am not convinced whatsoever that pep!stan has rhythm.

which musically, of course, he is very gifted. he can sing and play guitar really well, could probably pick up other instruments if he tried.

one of my favorite headstannons actually ( and i think its present across both stans ) is that he has perfect pitch...and when kyle and him are arguing and kyle is lecturing him stan gets suuuuper annoying and starts being like "a, b, e flat, wow f sharp" KYLE GETS SOOOOO MAD ITS SO DKHSDLHDS hes so annoying help

however, being musically gifted does not mean...you can dance.

and in the baggy ass, gigantic ass skater boy jeans, the gigantic slouchy metal hoodies, the big beanie, his greasy ass blonde bangs all up in his ( cute little ) face and his vans untied...its a no from me.

like dead sober he's just hella stiff, has no interest in dancing, every single prom or dance he's been to with wendy was actually hell omg

BUUUUUUUT....drunk stan ;)

he will get SOOO WEIRD!!! hes down like oh my god, like dead sober stan is like ready to die if there is dancing, drunk stan is pulling you on the dance floor, sloppy as hell, spinnin you around, kissin ur hand!

like is it good dancing? no absolutely not? is it lit? absolutely.

okay like specifically, him and kenny? TOGETHER? it goes so hard like stan learned dance moves for one reason and one reason only and was to turn up to parties and absolutely fuck! it! up!

WAIT OK THE FOOTBALL ONE WHEN STAN SHOWS UP TO THE FUNCTION LATE AS HELL STILL IN HIS FOOTBALL JERSEY??? I JUST KNOW KYLE IS SWEATING WHEN HE SMIRKS AT HIM

also i just remembered that i canonically after winning shot roulette, had extremely drunk stan get up on the kitchen counter and drop it low to im sexy and i know it and collect dollar bills like a stripper and..

u know what!!!! it was definitely a low budget strip tease at best, very messy, the man has litrally no ass, but he is FINE so u know what, he looked good, he put on a s-h-o-w and no one was complaining!!!! especially not kyle when stans shirt flew off and hit him in the face.

whEW!

....a lot of dreams abt that one, huh kyle?

( i do think that all night kyle is trying to be Responsible and is like

[ throwback pep chapter 2 to kyles stmwtp contact photo ]

i should take stan home he should not be drunk and doing hand(stan)ds breaking the keg stand record....but then stans shirt falls down, he gets football boy ab-ed and winked at so hes like...nevermind thats so crazy...he can have five more minutes this is my favorite show <3 salhds )

hooooowever! moving right along:

conversely, i do think ravenstan...can definitely Dance.

but. BUT!!!!!!!

i will say...he had to be TAUGHT!!!!!! PAINSTAKINGLY!!!!! HOW TO DANCE!!!!!! it was a Miserable process. it was so painful, oh my god. hes so awkward, god bless him. he was SOOO BAD. he was like guys i cannot do this???? i give up!!!!!! and kenny and the cd boys were like u can do this rae!!! this is ur Dream and he was like...sigh...SIGH.

and did...eventually get...honestly? kind of good? hello? excuse me???

RAVENSTAN???? HELLLLOOOOOO

okay also i do think he had a small boost like i do think that rm!sharon definitely had rhythm af and used to spin shelley and stan around the kitchen making dinner with the mexican radio station blaring. <333

( so hes got a lil bit of That going on...lets go half mexican ravenstan )

but also...if u want to be Absolutely Miserable...pre!raven!stan who was 11 was learning how to formally dance around that time because of the sadie hawkins dance, but more specifically...because of shelley's birthday...specifically...

her quinceanara.

which she never got to have...

...because she died three days before her birthday. :)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

fun!

stan still knows those moves by the way! he is haunted! Hi, PTSD!

aka Phantom There's Shelley Disorder!

but yes, raven learned how to dance because he had to learn how to dance, but that does not mean he likes doing it or that he is sober.

he also gets to coast mostly on sex appeal and being hot and looking into ur eyes, so like if he fucks up its kinda just like damn thats crazy i didnt see anything but ur very pretty eyes raven whatever u want, hansome!!!!! its a lot of powersliding and hip stuff...whew! lis...ten.

Aaaaaaaanyways!

tldr; just dance in front of every1? i think he would eat tbh its his job

BUT PRIVATELY? uhhhh...i think he would be nervous as fuck and on top of that i think jersey kyle would look at him once and he would fall in his ass and fall into something and break his arm its that unserious

so basically neither of my stans can dance, but both of them can dance way better drunk bc they are relaxed and raven was just forced at gunpoint to learn how to Move so he can...

and 2 well tbh. ;)

sahdkshdls

ALRIGHT I ADDED MY KYLE HEADCANNONS JUST FOR FUNSIES!

ok i went back and forth on this for a while.

i was like do i give kyle no rhytmn? can he dance?

my answer is that when both my kyles are dead sober theyre like so far infused into the wall that they are literally the structural integrity of the house party, like so far from the dance floor, judging literally everyone, sneering at everyone, disapproving glares...

and naturally this makes u thirsty because its hard work, u know, being a full time fucking HATER

gotta drink the haterade which, ofc, is a hard cider/seltzer for pep!kyle and is probably cheap grocery store wine for jersey

BUT WHEN HE HAS LIKE TWO OR THREE OF THOSE

ohhhhhh my god

drunk!kyle ;)))))))))))))))

DRUNK KYLE IS SO FUN!!!! HES FOR THE STREETS!!!!!!!

they gave him way too much ass and for no goddamn reason like hello???? HELLO???? like i think he does his little white mom dance moves his little taylor swift awkward bird boy sways HES VIBING!!! tbh i think hes kind of good??? like??? okay kyle???? lets go bitch!!!

ALSO IF MEGAN THEE MOTHERFUCKING STALLION COMES ON HE IS RAPPING AND THROWING SERIOUS ASSSSSSSSSSSSSS

like do not think i forgot that marjorine taught kyle how to twerk and that jerseys entire running playlist is just like Fuck Being Good Im A Bad Bitch!!!! like just iconic loud female rap for like 30 minutes skhdksskdhks IT GETS DIRTY FREAKY NAAAASTY IN THERE!!!

like stan and kyle in any ncuniverse dancing at the function is INSAAAAAAAAANE like it is an event!!! stan is like okayokayokaaay!

go white boy gooooooooo!!!!

hes really just in shock and awe, every time kyle gets loose enough to hit the dance floor its the best night of his lifeeeee i mean that omg

Heart Eyes Emoji! he is SIMPING!

( honestly i think if u specifically put raven and jersey on the dance floor turnt the fuck up it would go viral like sheeeeeeeeeeeeesh ohmygod...is it hot in here??? ravesey stan twitter Blowing Up! )

tbh my fav style at parties hc specifically like pepstyle when they start dating is that whereas stan would usually be like the last person to leave a party, when him and kyle start dating, they truly just get schwifty, makeout against the fridge and irish goodbye everyone like out of the blue, kyle is like i want to go home ;) and stan is like yEAH BYE EVERYONE SEE YOU LMAOOO KSHDLSD literally sprints out the door holding kyles hand!!! unserious!!! boys!!! down horrendous!

also to be fair jersey kyle is just such a tangle of long limbs but he took really strict and rigorous ballet courses so professionally and in refined settings he dances very beautifully...but at parties...when hes Blasted...its a mess, its so unhinged but hes REEEEALLY CUUUTE

one day i will put drunk!jersey and raven in a room and when that day comes u will all simply not be ready but im warning u anyways. <3

i did not answer your question very well, but i hope this was fun.

-uncle nina, who is...not even sure what i was trying to say?

p.s. wait i know he doesnt count technically but toolshed stan can do crazy acrobatics and shit so he can dance for Surely and would actually probably DESTROY! just dance but probably pretends to be really bad for his secret identity...human kite!kyle i want to say is an awkward alien king like learning english and strange earth customs was hard enough dancing is so weird he is not good at it...Inchresting

me in denial abt the grimy fucked up weirdly political dystopian in terms of mutants and public judgements and propaganda tfbw stan-kyle-kite-shed love square au rip oh my god dont let me do it guys

#help #i hope that made sense but im not totally sure #pep stan cannot dance he just stops giving a fuck when he drinks and gets sloppy but charismatic #raven can dance but he Had to learn & it was painful but now he can sexc lead singer boy dance rly well BUT ITS HIS JOB even if he hates it #both my kyles are stiff and awkward when not drunk and will not dance and will heckle you probably #kyles on like 2 or more drinks? they are taylor swift lanky white boy white mom dancing #throwing crazy obscene amounts of ass #its a show its quite a time to be alive i cant say if its graceful but its definetly filthy dirty nasty i luv u kyle #also fucked up! jersey kyle specifically gets really cute and red and giggly and really forward and touchy so...whew! #when that day comes...wow...what a day...praying 4 u ravenstan...good luck solider #i love pepstyle showing up to the function poaching the drinks and leaving to hook up #they are my heroes oh my god they are messy and i love them #to b fair i do think dating!ravesey would do the same shit smh #like if they are at an influencer event and jerseykyle is like im leaving or gives him The Look...its so over omg #someone asked me abt my style hcs im so excited #edit: also no1 let me do the weird intense scifi tfbw au im not supposed to omg #but like if i split them into heroes and villians due to public perception of physical mutations? #and beauty standards and xenophobia against specifically aliens in that universe and more exhausted college students #if u see that in the tags one day...its not me...shhhhh

[tinydeskwriter]

Y/n and jack filmed a sex tape when they where younger or it could be recently and it release to the public and it’s rough sex and everyone is going crazy ??

LEAKED SEX TAPE

A/n: This took a different turn than I expected.

“It goes nowhere, and no one ever see’s it.” Y/n said sternly to her boyfriend behind her.

“Never mama, on my word, it’s for my eyes only,” He said kissing her neck, “It’s just a little something to inspire me during those lonely nights on tour.” Jack made an obscene gesture with his hand and Y/n smacked him on the arm while laughing.

“Gosh, what level have I lowered myself to.” The young woman muttered to herself, slightly blushing.

“Come on babe” Jack said kissing her shoulder as a hand traveled through her stomach.

“I'm serious Jackman, I never thought I'd be the kind of girl who shoots a Sex Tape with her boyfriend,” she said without taking her eyes off the computer screen. “much less that I would be editing the aforementioned Sex Tape…look what you've turned me into…”

“You weren't complaining when I was making you come for the fourth time on my dick.” He smirked.

“Just shut up Jack.” Y/n pushed her boyfriend's face away from her.

“Okay, I sent it to your cell phone, I will delete it from my camera and computer, so the one on your cell phone will be the only copy, be careful with this shit.”

“Trust me babe,” He said looking into his cell, “this pretty pussy of yours is for my eyes only.”

***

“Good…” She was interrupted before she could even finish her greeting.

“Did you open your Twitter today?” Lisa, Y/n's best friend from university, asked as soon as she answered the phone.

“No?” Y/n said confused looking at her bedside clock. “I honestly just woke up, I just got back from the West Coast… What did Jack do this time?”

The last time Lisa turned it on was in the backlash after Jack messed with a videographer's camera setup during a basketball game, his first 'scandal'.

“Babe, I don't even know how to tell you this, but Jack and you are trending…” Lisa said cautiously, leaving Y/n confused.“It's a sex tape, a sex tape of you guys leaked, twitter is full of screenshots, and people are commenting…” Y/n felt his heart flutter, and panic began to rise. “Babe, are you okay?”

Was she okay? What kind of question was that? Of course she was not Okay. Millions of people had seen her naked, not only that, millions of people had seen her having sex with her boyfriend, and it wasn't exactly vanilla sex. Jack had even shot a fucking cream pie.

People had literally seen her pussy leaking cum.

Just imagining the amount of perverts who must have masturbated watching their intimate moment…

“Babe?”

“Of course I’m not okay Lisa, this is an intimate moment of Jack and mine, exposed on the internet for the world to see.”

“It could be worse.” The friend pondered.

“How?” Y/n asked, she threw the covers away from her body and got up off the bed heading towards the table where her computer was.

“Well… It could be another guy fucking you silly… It could be another girl getting fucked… it could always be worse.” Just Lisa to create the possibility of an exposure of treason to lessen the severity of the situation in case.

Y/n gave a light laugh. “I'm going to hang up, I need to see what’s going on, and I'm going to call Jack.”

“Okay babe, but don't sweat, you look hot, shame on whoever leaked it.” Lisa said. “Love you, stay strong.”

“Thank you for the support, love you.” She hang up her cell phone, throwing it on the table in case Jack called.

She first searched for the video, she wanted to know what had been leaked to understand the context of the twitter comments.

Y/n was relieved to see that the video wasn't in its entirety, whoever leaked it had only leaked fifteen minutes of the two-hour long sex tape.

It was basically Jack performing oral sex on her, a brief missionary, before he fucked her hard and silly from behind, they kept the cream pie shot with her on all fours and ended after Jack slapped her on the ass calling her a 'good girl'.

She was humiliating.

To think how many acquaintances had possibly watched that.

Her family. Professors. Childhood friends. Possible employers.

On Twitter people were going crazy.

Many commented on the considerable size of Jack's dick, memes were not only on Twitter but on instagram as well. Some people commented on the difference in physical stature between them—Jack is tall, big news—. Most were surprised at the roughness of the sex between them—Jack is indeed an alpha in bed, was one of the comments she read.

Of course there were the slut-shaming comments, and the fan comments of him offending her for the simple fact that she was the girl in the video with him, but the general consensus is that most of them would like to be in her place.

Her cell phone rang, Jack's picture appeared on the screen.

“Hey.”

“You’ve already seen it.” It wasn't a question, he knew her just by the tone of her voice. “I was going to call you earlier, but I just got out of a meeting with my legal team.”

“Do you know how it leaked?” She asked, the only copy of the video was on Jack's cell phone, which limited the possibilities.

“They hacked my iCloud,” Jack sighed clearly stressed, Y/n could already imagine him running his hand through his hair. “Apple is collaborating in the investigation, and the lawyers are already moving, all the sites that published the video have already received a letter to take the video down… fuck, sweetheart, I’am so sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” She rolled her eyes.

Yes, a part of her blamed him, a little bit, he could have been more careful, he could have deleted the video, but he hadn't been the one who had leaked it.

“What are you doing now?” Jack changed the subject.

“I had just woken up when Lisa called me with the news, but I think I’m going to order ice cream, and hide in my apartment for the rest of the day, at least for today.” Y/n sighed thinking of all the classes she would miss, and she would have to call sick at work… Thankfully her boss was the coolest.

“I really didn't want you to be having to go through this alone.” Jack said regretfully, it was at moments like this that long-distance relationships sucked. “I wish I could be there.”

She also wished he could be here.

***

She was binge watching GoT—and suffering, apparently all the characters she liked died, and she was only in season two—she just hoped Robb wouldn’t die, because… curls, and Richard Madden sometimes reminded her a little of Jack, so it was safe to say she was emotionally invested.

She was already on the second pint of Ben&Jerry’s ice cream when the doorbell rang.

She was pretty sure she wasn't waiting for anyone.

“May I help?” She said into the intercom without abandoning her ice cream.

“Special delivery for Y/n Y/l/n.” Y/n immediately recognized the voice and accent. She flung open the door, she could hardly believe he was here, the young woman rushed downstairs, and barely opened the door before throwing herself at the sweatshirt-clad figure.

“If this is the reception I'm going to get whenever I show up here, I'm going to have to show up more often.”

“What are you doing here?” She asked, clinging to him like a koala.

“I couldn't let my girlfriend mopping by herself, we were supposed to be together right now, we're both in that video.”

“Yeah, but I'm being slut-shaming, you're the guy with the big dick.” The couple laughed together.

“What are we going to watch?” He asked carrying her into the building.

“I'm watching GoT.” She informed him.

“Um, I never finished…”

#jack harlow imagine #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x oc #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

[4kiraa]

thinking abt men who treat there pretty lil gf so good. spoiling her rotten, giving her endless compliments. but when she starts to act up, they turn into straight up bullies in bed:3!!!!

warnings: fem! reader, cervix f!cking :3, NAWT proof read🤓

Sigh, bfs who treat their gf like she created the moon and stars herself.

As soon as you two walk into a room almost everyone immediately knows who you belong to. your boyfriend loves to make this known by wrapping his arm around your waist and propping you on his legs.

“baby, there’s a chair right over there”

“So? my pretty baby should have her own personal seat”

did i mention that your bf also had a habit of spoiling you rotten?

it was his favourite thing (apart from spending time with you) at the start of your relationship, you made it clear to him that you were an independent woman who made her own money. “you shouldn’t have to spend all this on me baby, you know i can-“

“shh” he cuts you off “please baby lemme just get this for you, just this once. you deserve it” he’d say with a sly grin on his face. though, it was never “just once”

He was also never afraid to beat the hell out of guys for looking at you a certain way, you couldn’t even count the amount of times you’ve had to bail that boy out of jail because of a brutal beating he had given to a guy who tried making moves on you when the both of you would go to clubs.

you sighed “baby, i don’t wan’ you to get in anymore fight ok? one of these days they’re gonna lock you up for real n’ i don’t know what i’d do if-” He cut you off with a kiss. you pouted at him and he looked down at your pretty doe eyes, slowly caressing your hair. “alright baby, i’ll try” (he did not in fact “try”)

he’s really not one to blame. you’re a pretty scratch that gorgeous girl. who wouldn’t start a whole bar fight and go to jail for you it’s not his fault he just can’t resist those pearly whites of yours. and that soft hair, and pretty lips that make him wanna kiss you every second of the day, it’s almost natural for people to try and test their luck by hitting on you in front of him.

so if he loves you sooo much, then why his he bullying his thick cock into your pussy right now as we speak? the answer is because you “love to try him” you’ll admit it, you do. there’s just something that makes your mind go numb when he flips you on your stomach, ramming into your cunt from the back while saying the most obscene things ever.

“it feels so good baby, don’t stop!” you’d moan.

“Damn, shit, shut up” he’d say while bucking his hips against your ass. “i shoulda’ never made you cum in the first place n see how long you can hold out, since you wanna act like a bitch, i’ll treat you like one”

you know that you cunt shouldn’t be squeezing him even more after he said that, but you can’t help yourself. your boyfriend was just so hot when he was mad.

“apologize” he said, snapping you out of your thoughts . “wh-what” “i said apologize, are you that dumb on my dick? should i stop and make you collect your thoughts? he said, his voice now deeper. “n-no!” you protested “m’ sorry baby, m’ really, ah- sorry! i swear!” you know you sounded desperate, but all you wanted to do was cum, and you knew that your boyfriend’s threats were not empty.

“aight baby, what are you sorry for? if you can’t answer, then are you really sorry?” he was driving you crazy. at this point, his hips started slowing down, and all you could do is throw your ass back at uh i’m in order to compensate for the same stimulation you felt earlier. “m’ sorry for acting like a brat! i p-promos it won’t happen again”

he smiled “that’s a good girl” he grabbed your hair into a ponytail, bring your head up to his and giving you a chaste kiss on your cheek. he then shoved your face down into the bed and began to ram into you again. at this point you were seeing stars, telling him endless ‘thank yous’ and ‘i’m sorrys’ he knew you didn’t mean any of it, but if it meant that he’d get to fuck you like this, he didn’t care. As long as he got to see your cute drooling face and tear stained cheeks, you could act like a brat all you wanted. Just know he would always be there to put you in your place.

-it’s 3 in the morning i could’ve expanded on this but wtvr. hashtag enjoy.

#eren yeager #eren x reader #nanami x reader #levi x reader #erwin x reader #draken x reader #atsumu x reader #mikey x reader #ran x reader #hanma x reader #mitsuya x reader #ok

[cherrykindness]

wild tweets |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: as newlyweds, you and harry read thirsty comments for buzzfeed.

warning: it's thirsty tweets, so below there is adult humor 😳

"It's a bright, sunny morning in Los Angeles, and there's nothing I want more than to be on BuzzFeed and read wild tweets alongside my husband."

"Thirsty tweets, babe." Harry corrected, laughing out loud with the producers behind the cameras.

"Thirsty Tweets." You said quickly, putting your hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle. "I'm terrible at that, I'm sorry. Can we start over?"

"Let's take a break for one to two minutes. You've given us a great introduction, Y/N."

You shook your head, smiling shyly before turning to Harry, who was already watching you with that easy smile at the corner of his lips. You liked how his hand remained firmly on yours, making those circular movements with the thumb that always served as a natural medice for your anxiety.

"You look so fucking beautiful."

The pleated dress with flounce sleeves fit you like a glove. You had made peace with the various shades of white since the wedding and knew that Harry liked to see you in that color too.

"Thank you, you're not too bad either, Styles."

You intimately suspected that Harry would always seem far beyond that "not bad" that came out as a euphemism from your mouth. He wore nothing but a pair of bell-bottom pants in a strong shade of blue and a soft vest printed with fluffy little sheep on a striped American collared shirt - in your opinion, no one could look better in farm animal clothing than Harry Styles and Princess Diana with her red "Black Sheep" sweater in the 1980s. In contrast, you knew your husband well enough to know that he was arrogant and knew exactly how hot he looked - you also made your thoughts clear enough when you kept him backstage beyond ten minutes in a rather heated kissing session.

"Are you anxious?" you asked curiously, remaining with downcast eyes fixed on the strokes that remained assiduous on your warm skin. "To read about how the whole internet dreams of fucking my wife?! Of course." Harry joked, leaning over to leave a small one on your cheek. "We agree on that, don't we? Although I'm a little nervous, I'm really interested to know all the crazy things they say about you. Everyone knows you're mine at the end of the day, that's enough."

At the end of the break, you and Harry made a silent agreement that you should be the first to pick up one of the scattered papers in the red pot. There were quite a significant amount of tweets, and as much as you were used to reading rather sordid things about your husband on the Internet, the excitement was there as if you were wading into uncharted territory.

"I would be a good girl all year round if Santa guaranteed me a threesome with Harry and Y/N Styles on Christmas Eve." You laughed, Harry staring at the camera with an expression close to the meme of the surprised Pikachu. "You guys are incredibly nasty, I love it."

"If that was the first one, I'm really worried about the next ones." Harry commented with a little corner smile, picking the next tweet out of the bucket. "I have an entire folder on Pinterest dedicated to Harry Styles' hands, and let me tell you why: those hands are art, and art needs to be recognized."

"What- Guys, you promised you wouldn't post my anonymous tweets here." You quipped with false reproach, laughing at your own stupid joke while everyone else in the studio did the same. "But I can't blame her, honestly." Shaking your shoulders, you opened another piece of paper. "Harry Styles finally confessed that he wrote Watermelon Sugar for Y/N!!!! Are you guys imagining the same thing as me?!!!!!! 🥵🍆💦"

"Exhausted emoji, eggplant emoji, and water emoji?" Harry frowned, staring at the tweet you held up. "I imagine you're in need of a vacation somewhere refreshing and you're craving a fruit that everyone eats like it's really a vegetable."

"That reminded me of that story-" You laughed, hiding your face on the table as Harry continued to offer a poker face to the camera, struggling not to keep up with you laughter. "I'm sorry, lovie, I have to share this with the rest of the world." You stated, wiping a few tears from the corner of your eyes. "Harry always wears those fancy suits to concerts, right?! Right! Turns out he looks really hot in some, like his ass molds perfectly into those tight pants and everything. I was home that night because I wasn't feeling well enough to face the big crowds, but I was still following everything on twitter. It was a concert in London, not so far from where we lived at the time, so it was obvious that he would come home after it was over. I follow some portals that do really fast updates of pictures, videos, etc; everything that happened at Harry's concert was on my timeline in a matter of seconds. When one of these profiles uploaded a picture of him with his back to the camera in a heavily accentuated black and white suit, I quickly sent him the image along with a peach emoji and then wrote "looks good tonight". He didn't reply to me until a few hours later, of course, but I obviously didn't expect a "ready for a Fifth Avenue peach salad for dinner?" and numerous cutlery emojis."

Harry rolled his eyes comically, indulging in laughter as did everyone else who occupied the backstage area.

"I'm against the eroticization of emojis." He said between uncompensated breaths, shaking his head negatively. "Let's go to the next ones, please, I'm already feeling exposed enough here."

"I like your old-fashioned spirit, baby." You assured him with a smile, laying on the sturdy shoulder hidden under the fluffy fabric.

Harry chuckled low, leaving a little kiss on the top of your head before selecting the next paper. The fans would die when that video aired, everyone was sure. You two easily forgot the cameras when you were side by side, and the public display of affection had never been a problem.

"My life mission is to look at someone the way Harry looks at Y/N and be reciprocated the way Y/N looks at Harry, then I could die happy." Harry read. "That was very good and healthy, thank you!" He smiled. "But don't settle for death in that case, please. Just make sure to keep that person around forever."

"Awn, we got so sweet now." You made a pout. "Thank you for sending us something so cute! I really hope you find the right person soon." Sending a kiss to the camera, you moved on to the next tweet. "I wouldn't want to get a golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka's factory, I would like to get a golden ticket to actively participate in Y/N and Harry Styles' Honeymoon.

"That was creative, so I will disregard the fact that you removed my last name from my wife's name." Harry joked.

"I will always be an Y/L/N." You flashed the tongue. "We had a great Honeymoon, but I know you guys already know all about it because there are pictures all over the internet of outings that I don't even remember existed."

"Even though we chose a rather reserved city, many paparazzi still managed to photograph some of our nights there." Harry agreed. "There was one particular day when we opted to have dinner at a restaurant near the beach. Y/N had found it even before the trip, it was pretty laid back and we could spend the evening at karaoke. I don't really remember what happened, but we woke up the next day with a terrible hangover, still wearing the clothes from the dinner and with several headlines saying that I was cheating on my wife in the middle of our Honeymoon with a blue-haired italian girl."

"That wig made me sexy, man." You blinked, laughing as you remembered the situation. "It's a shame the paparazzi only got low quality images, but I swear I looked really amazing that night. Italy, I miss you."

"We're coming to the end and I haven't had to ask production for a glass of water yet, thank you to whoever selected these tweets." Harry raised his thumb to the camera, smiling before turning his gaze back to the small paper he had chosen. "Y/N could literally punch me in the face and I would just bow down and thank them for it." He laughed. "She has heavy hands, so I would rethink that choice."

"It takes strong hands to be a superheroine." You blinked gracefully, referring to your works as a Marvel actress. "I move around a lot during the night, so I'll take this lovely opportunity to say that twitter can dismiss all the malicious theories about Harry always show up with a new bruise all over his body."

"Please stop making indecent assumptions while Y/N is aggressive with me at night only unconsciously, her father has access to social media."

You laughed, clearing your throat before reading the next obscenity aloud.

"I would sell all my possessions to have Y/N sitting on my lap for ten seconds."

"Oh my God." Harry laughed out loud, throwing his head back. "I should have said that in our wedding vows."

You shook your head, laughing low as you set the tweet aside.

"That was pretty funny and cheeky, I approve."

"Okay, looks like we finally got to the last one." Harry announced, waving the paper in the air dramatically before opening it. "Harry could literally crush me with those boots while fuc- I need that glass of water." He said dumbfounded, hiding his face between his hands after throwing the tweet over his shoulder. You laughed out loud next to the organizers, and meanwhile Harry leaned his head on your bust, staring at you still with wide eyes. "Please promise that we will be careful with our future children on the internet."

#harry styles imagine #imagine1d #imagine harry styles #harry x reader #harry styles x reader #harry imagine

[notaninterest]

Carnal *2* (Hisoka x Reader)

[A/N]: sorry for not updating on this passing Thursday! I had a major life event occur so i had to break away for a week. here's chapter 2!

also i know it says [Y/N]'s POV, but it doesn't tread all the way back to the first few scenes. It's a continuation from where you left back last time :)

enjoy!

Warnings: graphic smut, heavy sexual themes, Hisoka becoming tired.

‘Well at least he’s handsome.’ You had thought to yourself when you first spotted him in the corner of the bar, almost completely hidden by the shadows. You had to avert your eyes quickly so he didn’t notice that you noticed him, focusing back on your pole work. You have to attract him to you somehow. But how?

You can feel his gaze on you and you swallow, deciding to switch up your routine. You clench both hands on the pole, keeping your arms straight. You make sure your ass is in full view before you start gyrating your hips to imitate the act of doggy style. You could feel your nervousness bringing your nen out so you quickly use Zetsu and switch to In to keep any traces of aura away. It was only for a split second. No one could’ve noticed it. You stand back up, hands still on the pole as you walk up to it, beginning to try to climb up it. The atmosphere was the same, rambunctious one it’s always been, but a clean sense of tension easily struck your body. You stumble a bit as you attempt to further climb up the pole. Damn! He noticed. You stuck out like a sore thumb to him. You could tell by the way his gaze bore into your face rather than your body. He wasn’t interested in what you had to offer, like the rest of the people here. He was instead interested in figuring you out. Fuck. You desperately try to focus on your dance, but as you’re sliding down the pole, your crotch rubs against it and you gasp. Touches like these were a stranger to you. You never had the time to form any sexual relationships, so you never experienced something like this before. You let up, feeling embarrassed but quickly continuing on with your dance. The music ends soon and you walk as calmly as possible back into the dressing room before beginning to panic. Your cover was blown and there was a limited amount of time you had before Hisoka approached you. You decided you were done with dances for the night and you would refuse any lap dance requests. Sex was a service you didn’t provide so you didn’t have to worry about that.

Until the boss that had hired you waltzed into the dressing room a few minutes later, connecting his slimy eyes with your clearly panicked ones. You came to him four months ago asking for a job after you had set your sights on hunting the magician after passing the Hunter exam. You had found out he frequents this specific joint once a year to “blow off some steam” according to your informant. You planned to catch him off guard while he went to the back rooms with one of the dancers and, hopefully, end his reign of fear amongst the people. The owner of the strip club allowed you in and you worked your way up to becoming one of the better dancers there, despite not having any previous dancing or sexual experience. You were impressed with yourself. Plus you made bank, so it wasn’t a bad profession.

Your boss walks up to you, pulling you aside. “The man you’re looking for has requested a room with you.” You flinch. “What? I thought I told you--” “Cut the shit. I already tried to explain to him that it’s a service you don’t provide, but he was rather...persuasive.” You could immediately tell by the way the man’s eyes shined that there was money involved. Must be a hefty amount too judging by the way he was talking to you. “Anyway, go please him. I’m not giving you a choice. It’s either that or you lose your job.” The boss says before turning around. You swallow your pride. You couldn’t afford to lose this job. You kind of enjoyed it. “For how long?” You ask. “The rest of the night.” The man replies before slinking off into his office. “What?! You expect me to stay holed up in this room for twelve hours?!” You angrily spit, but the boss was already long gone. Your hands clenched into fists. This bastard! He requested you for twelve hours?! You were going to give this asshole a piece of your mind.

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You squeak as your weak body is flipped onto your stomach. He intended to use the rest of the time on you?! You turn to look at him over your shoulder. “Wait just a damn minute! You’re crazy if you think for another second that I’ll- ah!” You expel a noise of surprise as Hisoka bites your left asscheek, a sultry look settling in those damned yellow eyes of his. He licks over the area to soothe it and you grit your teeth, looking at him with eyes full of anger. You flip back over to face him in all of his...naked glory. You blush at the sight before you. He’s certainly what those others call well-built. He’s bulky, but the perfect amount for his frame. The magician sits up on his knees, watching your dilemma. Your eyes trail down his body, following his ripped chest, the eight-pack that lays on his abdomen and then to his still hard cock, which makes your eyes bug out of your head. How did that thing fit inside of you?! Your face is a scarlet red as you stare at it, seeing it covered in your juices. “Do you like what you see, [Y/N]?~” Hisoka husks, smirking at your reaction. He knows he’s well-endowed, the cocky bastard. You clench your teeth, shooting a glare his way. “Listen here you son of a-” “Ah ah.” He silences you quickly, flipping you back onto your stomach. “While that little exchange was certainly entertaining, I’m not finished with you yet.” His voice grows more serious and you find yourself swallowing in nervousness. “Now, how long have you been here, scouting me out?” He asks, a claw trailing up your sensitive back. You can’t help but react, arching your back as the sharp finger rolls up your spine. “L-Like I’ll tell you anything more.” You huff, glaring at him over your shoulder. Hisoka stares back at you before smirking that trademark smug smirk, returning his hand back to his side. “Very well…” He seductively drawls, grabbing your ankle and dragging you towards him. You squeak at the sudden movement, feeling his heat behind you instantly. You let out yet another noise of surprise as your lower half is lifted into the air, stopping at a certain height. You look over your shoulder to see that your pussy is once again level with his mouth. You blush even more. “N-No. Not again.” You whimper, looking helplessly into his dominant yellow gaze. Hisoka chuckles. “Then tell me what I want to hear.” He deadpans, an unamused look on his face. You can’t reveal the statistics of your mission, so you lower your head in defeat. “I cannot tell you…” You whisper. “Then I will continue until you do.” He remarks lowly. You feel his talented tongue descend on your lower lips once again, and you can’t help the moan that spills from your mouth.

Damn. He’s really got the upper hand on you. There’s no escaping him as he has an iron grip on your hips. You cry out when he sucks on your sensitive clit, wiggling a little in his grasp. He chuckles, simply tightening his grip. You squirm fruitlessly, letting out obscene noises as he relentlessly snacks on your leaking pussy, leaving you no room to escape. You eventually hit your peak again and spill all over Hisoka’s mouth. He greedily laps up all you have to offer, moan slightly while doing so. After he’s finished, he drops you on your stomach, allowing you to recover from your orgasm. You flip into a sitting position, sighing and angling your head downwards a little. Hisoka suddenly shifts behind you, whispering, “Did you enjoy yourself?”

Your expression hardens into one of anger. “You...You asshole!” You snap, swinging your fist into his smug face, which materializes into a cloud of dust that dissipates as soon as your punch is thrown. “Oh [Y/N].~ Your continued attempts to hurt me only serve to turn me on further.” He purrs into your left ear. In your anger, you’ve failed to notice that he’s broken a sweat. You sneer, throwing back your left elbow in another attempt to hit him. You’re met again with thin air. All of a sudden, you’re picked up by your shoulders and thrown face first into the bed. Before you can even lift yourself back up, a powerful hand pushes you down by the shoulder blades, pushing your front down and leaving your backside up. One of your flushed cheeks presses into the mattress and you get a peripheral view of Hisoka admiring the position he’s put you in, his yellow eyes dark with desire. “This one is my favorite.~” He rasps, placing his cock at your entrance. Your eyes widen. You squirm a bit, trying to maneuver away from him but he holds you there by your scratched up hips, not letting you escape. “Anything you have to tell me before I start again, [Y/N]?~” He murmurs. He runs his dick up your wet slit. You mull over your options, finding that there’s only one you can make. With your silence as his answer, he slowly enters you again with a shaky breath. You open your mouth in a silent scream as he splits you open yet again. “O-Oh fuuuck.” You wail into the bed sheets as he fully seats himself in, clenching within your fists tightly. Hisoka chuckles and begins thrusting, the pace hard and punishing. His hips smack against your ass, the sound of skin smacking into skin filling up the gaps between your moans and his. He digs his claws into your hips, cutting deeply into them. You yelp in pain, but it’s soon overshadowed by the pleasure of him thrusting into you. You faintly notice the blood running down your legs, but you pay no mind to it. “Ah!” You scream in a higher octave as he hits into you rather harshly, brushing a rather sensitive spot within your pussy. Hisoka pauses, stopping all motion. “Oh?” He murmurs to himself. You can feel the devilish smile radiating off of him. Your eyes are closed so you don’t start crying from how unbelievably good it feels. Your body is shaking from the immense pleasure and you can’t stop the desperate whimper that leaves your throat from the lack of friction. “Hmm…” Hisoka hums, a delighted chuckle leaving his mouth at an apparent discovery he’s made. Just what was this clown up to?

You let out an obscene cry as he resumes his thrusting, aiming for that sensitive spot deep within you...and he hits it every single time. “H-Holy- AAAA- !!!” You scream as loud as you possibly can as this man hits this point every single time with each well-timed stroke. Tears prick your eyes as the pleasure is immense. You can feel your orgasm coming, but it feels different from the others. “Wai- S-Stop! I don’t-” Your cries fall on deaf ears as he lifts you up by the hair, pressing your back against his chiseled chest as he fucks you upright against him. You can hear him panting heavily in your ear, an occasional sound coming up. He wraps his pale, brawny arms tightly around your midsection, fucking you as hard as he can. He continuously hits that point deep with you, making you scream an ungodly amount. “His-Hisoka! S-Stop! I won’t-” You shake your head from left to right, reduced to an incoherent, blubbering mess. Hisoka, however, seems to be riled up by the fact that you said his name, thrusting into you with more fervor. With one last thrust up into that sensitive spot, you cum. But as you cum this time, you squirt. Hisoka holds you upright as you make a mess of him, the pillows, front-end of the sheets and fluffy throw-over. You convulse around him as you spray the bed, your body jolting each time you squirt. Your mouth is agape the entire time in an airless wail, drool dripping down your chin. He lets go of you when you finish your spectacle and you fall limply onto your cum, unable to move. You listen as he takes a deep breath, shakily exhaling. “Oh wonderful.~” He moans, moving into your recovering vision. The black spots eventually fade from view and your face to face with the smiling, sweaty magician. He holds an expression of happiness, one that contrasts drastically to your defeated one. “What could you possibly be smiling about now?” You grumble, your extremities feeling numb. “I haven’t had one that can squirt in so long. You’re going to be so much more fun.~” He lustifully drawls, backing out of your view soon after. So that’s what that was? It sure is intense. You feel him petting your head, laying on the other side of you. He’s waiting for you to recover. How...nice? The silence that overtakes you two is comfortable. It prods a stem of information out of you. “Four…” You say, breaking the silence. “Four what?” “Four months. I’ve been stationed here to scout you out for four months now.” You whisper, shakily raising yourself up to a sitting position. Hisoka looks pleased. “That’s all I’m going to tell you.” You firmly say, refusing to spill anymore vital information.

“Mm...I don’t think it is.” The transmuter frowns, grabbing you by the neck. He gives your throat a light, warning squeeze. “Eh?! But you used me already! You’re done!” You exclaim, your two nimble hands wrapping around his wrist in an attempt to retch his hand off of your neck. Hisoka simply smiles, pointing downwards. “I haven’t even cum yet.” His point is emphasized by his still hard cock, which is absolutely drenched in your juices at this point. “And we’ve still got nine hours left.” He smiles, letting go of your throat. You swallow. Just what have you gotten yourself into? You lean into your hands, using the support to keep you upright. You look down at him as he rests against the semi-soaked pillows with his hands tucked beneath his shoulders, his eyes closed and that same signature, lazy smug smirk written all over his face. You decide to run your gaze over his bare body, taking it all in. This is the first and most likely last time you’ll ever be able to see it, so you take advantage of it.

So...this is what the body of a trained mass murderer looks like. There’s only muscle, not a single ounce of excess skin being apparent on him. You look up at his angular face. All points of his face were sharp. Not a plane untouched. It’s then you notice his hair sticking to his sweaty pale forehead. His makeup appears smudged as well, making it apparent that he’s wiped his face from the amount he sweat. He still holds a formidable amount of stamina, but he can sweat. At least he’s not invincible to normal human woes, unlike many others claim. He’s not nearly as sweaty as you though. You look over the muscled plane of his chest. His two pectorals jut out intimidatingly. He’s certainly ripped, judging by his eight-pack that follows suit. You wonder what intense training he had to undergo to obtain abdominals of that capacity. You shiver. Nothing good. You know that’s for sure. Then comes his erection, which is resting against his stomach, hard as ever. It twitches, surely unhappy that it hasn’t released yet. You swallow. You have no idea how you’re going to get him to achieve his peak after you’ve reached your own around a total of four times now, each more intense than the last. You shift your gaze, moving to his toned legs. He had some killer thighs. You can only dream that your plushy thighs will reach that amount of muscle and definition. His calves were just as strong. His feet were clawed just like his hands. You realize that the more you stare at him, the more you lust for him. Damn your carnal desires. Yet...you have him for another nine hours. You can take your fill...and surely you wouldn’t want to be near him again, right? Yeah. That has to be right. You decide that it’s your turn to become the predator, smoothing a hand over his abs. The hard muscle contracts at your touch and you see him open one yellow eye in the corner of your left eye. Perfect. Let him watch you enjoy his body. You trace the dips in between each muscle, watching intently as the abdominal muscle contracts under each of your touches. It’s kind of beautiful in its own sinister way. You continue this until you reach your face down, running your tongue over each one instead. You hear him grunt under his breath, a smile forming on your lips as you proceed, licking all the way down to his member. As soon as you reach it, you stare down at it as if you’re starving, craving the taste of it. And at the current moment, you were. You stand his dick up with your hand, gazing at the length and thickness of it. This monstrosity has been inside you twice and you didn’t have much time to explore it with your mouth earlier. You peek over at his face. Both of Hisoka’s yellow eyes are open, watching you closely. He remains in his restful position, seeming to encourage you to discover on your own. You smile to yourself.

You move your hand up and down his dick softly, watching and feeling as it twitches in your hand, excited to have some attention. You smirk, moving so you’re in between Hisoka’s legs this time. He moves to accommodate you and you get yourself comfortable between them, staring up into his dark gaze as you hold his hard cock. He’s not smiling. You keep eye contact with him as you kiss the tip of his dick, kitten licking it. His upper lip twitches, but he remains impassive otherwise. You smile, accepting the unspoken challenge. Keeping your eyes trained on his, you suck his tip into your mouth, running your tongue around it. It appears to be sensitive, telling by the way he hisses and the way his body shivers. His eyes narrow a bit and yours remain open, wanting to see his raw reaction. He doesn’t break eye contact with you. You suck him further into your mouth, slowly of course. He grits his teeth, sucking in a breath. You run your tongue on his sensitive underside, drawing a shaky exhale from him. You keep going down, relaxing your throat when he reaches that point. His yellow eyes alight in surprise as you keep slurping him down all the way to the bottom. As he cock fills up your narrow throat, he throws his head back, strain apparent in the muscles of his neck. A choked moan leaves his lips and you cheer victoriously in your head. Your lips eventually touch the base of his dick. You’ve successfully swallowed him whole. You pause for a moment. Then, you swallow around the mass in your throat, listening as a laboured breath exhales into a deep, breathy moan. With your newfound skill, you lurch back all the way, sucking yourself back to the bottom quicker now. A heated hiss reaches your ears and you watch as his head raises back up, his eyes reconnecting with yours, alight with a fiery desire. You smile in your head, looking at him with an innocence that drives him utterly crazy. You continue your ministrations, drinking in all the noises the magician makes. “S-Such a - uhhn! - ggggood girl!” He pants, a strained smirk reaching his face. Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the sound of his praise. This must’ve turned him on more than anything because you hear a loud, “Ohhh fuuuck!” You smile to yourself, continuing to suck him off before he eventually spills into your mouth, which you swallow. You pull back and look down at Hisoka, who’s panting heavily. Sweat adheres to his whole body. His usual slicked back hair is now all over the place and his usual calm demeanor is replaced with that of a mess. You look down at him in shock. You caused...this? You smile. You’re proud of yourself. It must be one of the rarest things to see Hisoka Morrow looking like this. And damn if you didn’t deserve it!

“Tch.” Hisoka tuts, looking away in...shame?! “Eh?! What?!” You exclaim in confusion. One of the most feared people in the world? Shame?

“Not very many people get to see me like this…much less a sex worker like you…” He sighs, an aura of utter shame surrounding him. Your left eye twitches. “Excuse me! I’ll have you know I’m more than just a sex worker!” You yell at him, smacking his shoulder for added effect. You grit your teeth, crossing your arms before you get too rough with it. “It’s just…,” He continues, piquing your interest. “None of them have made me do this before.” And he scoots up, tucking his legs into his body and sitting up in them, turning so his back is facing you. You gasp as you see deep scratch marks lining up both of his shoulder blades. They lined up perfectly with Hisoka’s own hands. “You...did this to yourself?” You ask softly, reaching out to prod around the wound. He covers it with his hand though, turning around to face you once more. Your hand then lands on his pale cheek instead. Hisoka pauses for just a brief moment, stunned. He enraptures your right hand in his left one, moving your hand closer to his mouth. You yelp in surprise when he bites your palm, throwing your hand away from his face. He smirks. You shake your hand in an attempt to will away the pain, glaring at him. You shove him with a Nen-powered blow. It clearly doesn’t do anything and he slowly falls backwards, dramatically plopping on his back. You roll your eyes. A lazy smile makes way to his face. “Say [Y/N]...Would you be willing to do more work this time? I’m feeling a bit tired.~'' It's only then you notice he’s erect again.

You bristle. “What?! Hisoka, you horndog!”

Hisoka chuckles deeply. “Sorry, I can’t help it staring at you.”

You blush heavily from that comment, crossing your arms again and turning away. You hear him move too late before you can evade and he grabs you, pulling you atop of him. You have to place your hands on his chest to stop yourself from falling forward. You first look down at him in some sort of surprise, then one of anger. “I’m not just a sex worker, Hisoka.” You snidely comment, sitting up straight and crossing your arms. He frowns. “I know you’re not, [Y/N].” He replies honestly, nothing giving way to any form of deception whatsoever. You look at him again and sigh. “I can’t.” You mumble. Hisoka pauses. “Come again?” “I can’t.” You say louder, looking away bashfully. Hisoka tilts his head. “Why not?” “Because I’m not turned on.” You say flatly, looking him dead in the eye. His yellow eyes grow dark with lust. “I can change that.” He rasps. “Yeah but you don’t want to do any-“

“Come sit on my face.”

You blink.

“What.”

“Come sit on my face.” He repeats in that same seductive voice of his, the same mischievous grin on his face, the same sultry look in his yellow eyes.

Your face shines a brilliant shade of red. “What’s wrong, [Y/N]? You’re looking a bit...flustered.” Hisoka chuckles. You swallow your pride. Hisoka knows what he’s doing. “Okay. I will.” He smiles deviously at your consent, watching your crawl up and over his face. He places his hands at the tops on your thighs, willing you to sit on his face. As soon as his mouth connects with your pussy, he sets straight to work, claiming every inch with his mouth. Your body convulses in surprise and you let out a choked moan. His eyes haven’t disconnected from yours, watching you intently. His tongue manages to slip inside you and you gasp, letting out a wail of pleasure. His grips tightens on your thighs and his hips raise slightly. He quickly settles back down, continuing to feast on you. You grab the top of the headboard for balance, subconsciously beginning to grind against his face. Hisoka’s breathing changes instantly and he’s quick to move out from beneath you. You pant, sitting on his navel. He wipes his mouth, licking his lips. He still wears his signature smirk, albeit lazily. “You can’t do that, [Y/N].~ You almost made me skip the main course.” Hisoka murmurs huskily, getting comfortable. You position yourself over his dick, looking down at him nervously. He smiles up at you, easing your anxiety. You slowly begin to sit down on his hard cock, gasping as he fills you up yet again. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the feeling. You struggle to get the rest of him inside of you, but you manage at your own pace, fully sitting down on him now. You whine at the feeling of being so full. Hisoka shakily exhales, gripping the sheets below him. “Don’t be afraid to move, [Y/N].” He growls and you get the point, pushing yourself up and back down. You whimper as Hisoka grunts. You place your hands on his toned chest for leverage, pressing down as you push yourself up again, pulling yourself up to his tip before sinking back down. You set a steady rhythm, moaning up a storm. Hisoka lets his own pleasure be known through deep groans and shudders. It felt different in this position. His cock seems to be going deeper within you. Your moans end on a higher octave because of this. Hisoka seems to be enjoying this just as much, thrusting up to meet you in the middle. His hand creeps up your body, starting by rubbing your clit a few times, making you squeal. He then rubs his hand over your stomach, enjoying the beauty of it. You grow flustered at his actions, feeling shy. He eventually slides up your body to reach his goal: your boob. You squeak at his light squeeze on your right breast, slightly messing up the rhythm of your bouncing. Hisoka smirks with gritted teeth and flips you on your back, effectively taking over. He speeds up the pace, causing you to raise your voice. “Ahn- fuck! Hi-Hisoka!” You moan loudly, your toes curling as your orgasm approaches fast. “Are you -pant- gonna cum again, [Y/N]?” Hisoka groans, fucking you as fast as he can. You nod your head vigorously, too caught up in the feeling of your body almost breaking with the pressure building up. Hisoka smiles at your response, moving his hand down your beautiful stomach and reaching your clit. With just a few more circular motions on it, you snap, arching your back with a cry. Just like that, he sends you flying into the realm of ecstasy once again. You’re blinded by a white light before you finally come crashing down, back landing flat on the bed.

You were breathing hard, your arm laying over your eyes as you calm down. You hear Hisoka lay beside you, panting as well. When you feel calm enough, you lower your arm from your face, looking over at Hisoka, who’s resting peacefully beside you. His hair was disheveled from his usual slicked back style. It now rests over his sweaty forehead and the pieces that aren’t resting on his forehead are slicked back behind his ears and the back of his neck. He looks like quite the specimen right about now. He glances over to you as well, feeling you examining his face. It boosts his ego. He smiles lazily, running his eyes over your face. He really appreciates your features. They were so gorgeous to him, especially those [e/c] eyes. He’s too worn out to do anything more, so he rests his eyes, falling asleep.

You decide to take a nap as well, tired from all the activity.

You soon pass out for an undetermined amount of time.

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Word count: 4700+

Next chapter should be expected next Saturday, May 15th. I will hold to it this time!

#hisoka x reader smut #hisoka smut #hunter x hunter smut #smut #yuhhh

[the-iceni-bitch]

A Christmas Crush

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Fem-Reader

Words: 6693 (yikes)

Summary: Bucky has been infatuated with you for months. Will the Christmas Spirit finally help him make his move?

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (just all of it), fluff(I don’t know y’all, I have trouble qualifying this one), slightly dom partner, overprotective partner, SMUT (like over 3700 words of it y’all!), 18+

A/N: Sooo, this was supposed to be like 2500 words guys but I got a bit carried away. Made it in right under the wire for day 3 of my birthday week. This is also an entry for the Merry Hoemas challenge that is being hosted by @amythedvdhoarder​ @chrissquares​ @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ @pumpkin-and-pine​ and @starlightcrystalline​. I chose the dialogue prompt “I’m not going to fall in love with you. I promise.” (from The Holiday). Please enjoy!!

“You better be wearing something nice, Barnes! No cargo pants!” you yelled out to the living area as you finished applying your makeup in the bathroom.

“Yes, boss!” He yelled back at you as he adjusted himself in the dress pants he borrowed from Sam. They weren’t uncomfortable, just tighter than he was used to.

“Dude, leave your crotch alone!” Wilson chuckled at him.

Bucky scowled at him and did his best to focus on anything else. “I can’t believe I let the two of you talk me into this.”

“You know how the boss-lady is, once she gets an idea in her head, there’s no stopping her.” Sam gave him a grin as he lounged on the sofa, sipping a glass of scotch. “Would you relax? We’re going to a club, you literally fought of a group of five assassins on your own last week. This is nothing!”

“I’m used to fighting, I haven’t been dancing since….”

“Oh god, have you not gone out since World War II!” Sam threw back his head and gave a laugh from deep in his chest. “Hoo, boy this should be entertaining!”

The three of you had been on a surveillance assignment for the past three months, and a replacement team had finally arrived to take over for you. Your flight back to the states wasn’t until tomorrow, and you had insisted that all of you find something to do to get over the stir craziness that had taken over. When you found a flyer for a hip hop Christmas party at one of the fancier downtown clubs, you ran back to the suite and insisted that you all head out. Sam was of course down immediately, but it took you a while to convince Bucky it would be a good time.

It was hard for him to not feel like the third wheel sometimes with the two of you. You and Sam loved your hip hop, and Bucky still remembered the first time he walked into one of your sparring sessions while Wu Tang was playing and had to immediately turn around and leave, ears turning red as you and Sam shouted mirth-filled apologies after him. He was slowly warming up to the aggressive music style, but still occasionally pined for the days of the Andrews Sisters and Bing Crosby.

He squirmed in the dress pants again; when did they start making suits so tight? He rolled the sleeves of his deep green shirt up over his forearms, trying to get more comfortable as the lights glinted off his metal hand, when you finally came out of the bathroom.

“You two boys ready to go?”

Fuck me, he thought.

You were wearing a bright red dress that was covered in sequins. It was in a wrap style that was wide open across your chest, exposing the valley between your breasts almost down to your navel. A thin gold chain with a dark green stone dangled around your neck and nestled in your cleavage, drawing the eye as is twinkled in the dying light through the windows. The skirt portion of the dress was short enough that it was almost obscene, and the apex of the wrap was almost up to your hip. You topped off the look with a pair of thigh high black velvet boots.

“Damn, mama, you look good!” Sam whistled at you as he stood up and spun you around with one hand.

“You’re not too bad yourself Wilson. Barnes, you clean up real nice!”

He couldn’t speak. He was suddenly extremely aware of just how tight his slacks were, and he strode over to grab all your coats from the rack and hold his in front of his crotch as he handed Sam the other two, hoping it wasn’t obvious what he was trying to hide as he slipped it over his shoulders.

“Ok, then, let’s head out!” You said, giving Sam a look as he helped you slide into your wool coat. He just shrugged at you before donning his, and the three of you got on your way.

Sam and you walked arm in arm on the way to the club, chatting idly and laughing at the occasional quip. You tried to engage Bucky in the conversation, but he just marched behind you scowling, collar pulled up against the chill in the air.

He couldn’t deny he had developed a bit of a crush on you over the course of your assignment. You always tried to keep morale up in the surveillance house, brightening the air with your laughter as you baked some sort of treat for everyone, or broke out an obscene amount of liquor when two of you had a shared shift off. He still remembered the time you had indulged in the gin just a little too much during a game of poker and passed out with your head in his lap. He hadn’t slept or moved from that position the entire night until he had to relieve Sam in the morning, reluctantly removing your face from where it had nestled during your rest.

He did his best to move past his crush, trying to convince himself it was just an infatuation that needed to wear itself out.

Then he saw you fight for the first time.

Sure, he had seen you sparring with Sam, and may have even done a session with you himself he hadn’t been concerned about how his body would react in such close proximity to you. But when that group of thugs attacked the house last week, he really saw you in action.

You moved like water. Dodging every blow that was thrown at you and landing flurries of strikes of your own that seemed like they shouldn’t have caused any damage but would reduce your opponents to puddles. Bucky almost got knocked out when you had pulled out your knives to spin them through your expert fingers like they were extensions of your will. He’d had to lock himself in the bathroom after the fight to jerk himself off, imagining it was your hands wrapped around him.

Now he watched your ass swaying back and forth in front of him as you arrived at the club, wearing those boots and that dress that made you look like walking sex. His mood soured as he handed his coat to the check girl and shoved his call ticket into his pocket, so he headed to the bar to get himself a drink.

He felt a light touch on his shoulder and gave a wince as he turned to face you.

“C’mon, Barnes, it’s Christmas!” You were giving him a heartachingly beautiful smile. “Wipe that frown off your face and come dance!”

He softened as you looked into his eyes. It wasn’t your fault he felt like a pervert everytime he stood next to you.

“I think I’m going to go grab us a table for our drinks, you go have fun with Sam. Maybe I’ll join you in a bit.”

“If you’re sure?” You cocked an eyebrow at him and bit your lip, and he felt his gut clench and his cock twitch at that look.

“I’m sure. Enjoy yourself.”

You gave his arm a squeeze before ordering yourself a shot of vodka that you immediately tossed back before heading to join Sam on the dance floor.

Bucky took his double scotch to one of the tables scattered around the floor and perched himself on a tall stool. His gaze scanned the dance floor before finding you and he let out a groan.

If he thought your fighting was beautiful, it was nothing compared to your dancing. You looked ethereal and free as you tossed your hair, rolling your hips as your arms raised above your head and followed the motion in your torso before they sank back down and rolled along your sides, highlighting the curves of your body. Sam suddenly grabbed you by the waist and spun you, causing you to throw your head back with a beautiful lilting laugh.

Bucky tossed back his scotch and flagged down a waitress, handing her his card and instructing her to keep the drinks coming. Maybe if he drank enough it would relieve the unbelievable ache he was feeling in his chest.

You and Sam joined him at the table after a few songs. You were breathless and flushed and all he wanted to do was kiss you then take you to an alley out back and fuck you stupid.

“Barnes, you are being a bit of a Scrooge here.” You grinned at him as you nibbled on a pretzel. Sam had headed to the bathroom, and you flagged down a waitress and ordered yourself a vodka cranberry before turning back to him. “I’ll order you to have fun if I need to.”

He grinned in spite of himself when you gave him a wink. “Sorry, Y/L/N, this isn’t really my type of party.”

“Aww, Bucky,” he took in a sharp breath, you’d never used his first name before. “You just need to loosen up. I can lend you a hand with that if you need it.” You reached a hand over and wrapped it around his wrist, giving it a light squeeze.

He almost said something then, but the waitress arrived back at the table at that moment with your drink and you turned to give her a smile and thanks. Sam arrived back from the bathroom then with a bourbon in his hand, accompanied by a beautiful woman with a bright smile.

“Bucky, Y/N, this is Marta, she’s a model!”

“Well hi there Marta, you going to steal my dance partner?” You were giving the girl a massive grin as you teased Sam.

“Yeah, Marta doesn’t really speak English.” Sam grinned.

“Oh, sorry.” You asked her the same question in Swedish.

Marta’s smile grew even bigger as the two of you started babbling away at each other while Bucky and Sam just shook their heads. Marta grabbed your hand suddenly and started to drag you away from the table.

“Be right back boys!” You said over your shoulder as you and your new friend headed off to the bathroom. Bucky watched you walk away and gave a deep sigh.

“Jesus Christ, man, you need to make your move already!” Sam said, exasperated.

Bucky almost choked on his scotch. “Dunno what you’re talking about.” He mumbled, wiping his chin with a napkin.

“Bruh, you’ve been staring at Y/N non-stop this whole night. Not to mention the fact that you were moping around the surveillance house for the past few months like a kicked puppy.” Sam shook his head as he tossed back the rest of his drink. “Oh, and if you thought you were sneaky about your little post-fight bathroom session last week, you are very mistaken.”

Bucky snapped his jaw shut and felt a flush creeping up his neck as he imagined your reaction to the discovery he had been touching himself to thoughts of your body underneath him.

Sam waved a hand at him. “Don’t worry, Y/N didn’t notice. I sprayed the fuck out of that bathroom with Febreze after you left. I am never doing anything like that for you again, though.”

Bucky’s heart rate went back down in relief. “We work together Sam. Even if that wasn’t the case, what am I supposed to say to her?”

“Geez, man, just fucking kiss her!”

“Fuck, Sam, we haven’t even been on a date! Don’t women usually want that sort of preamble?”

“Some women, sure. But don’t treat them like a monolith. Y/N appreciates directness and the worst thing that could possibly happen is she tells you to back off.”

“She could stab me.”

Sam guffawed. “Don’t look so turned on at the thought, dude. She’s noticed how weird you’ve been acting. She thinks you don’t like her. One of the main reasons she made us all go out tonight was to hopefully get you to warm up some.”

Bucky sighed, he hadn’t meant to push you away. “I dunno, Sam. She’s super fucking intimidating.”

“Get over it, Barnes. If you don’t make a move, someone else definitely will.”

“Oh my god, Sam, get your ass out here! It’s Christmas in Hollis!” You and Marta were back on the dance floor now and you were bouncing up and down, waving your hand excitedly at Sam.

“Aw, shit, that’s my jam!” Sam was backing onto the floor now, trying to get Bucky to follow him before giving up and turning to you and his date.

An unsteady woman sank into the seat Sam had just vacated and gave Bucky a lecherous grin before she started talking to him in slurred Swedish.

“Sorry, I can’t understand you.” He shouted at her.

“Oh, American man.” The woman purred at him in what he assumed was supposed to be a sexy voice. “You, me, fuck in bathroom.”

Bucky didn’t hear her. A giant blonde man who looked like a knockoff Thor was dancing behind you now, trying to put his hands on your hips and grind his crotch into your ass.

Bucky watched you turn and place a hand on the intruder’s chest, giving him a polite smile as you stopped your dancing, saying something to him that Bucky couldn’t make out over the music.

The guy didn’t take the hint and put his hands on your waist, pulling you flush against his front and putting a thigh between your legs, edging the hem of your skirt upwards.

Bucky didn’t realize he had been gripping the back of one of the chairs with his metal hand until he heard a crunch and looked down to see he had bent the frame when he clenched his fist.

“Knulla.” The suddenly sober woman said, standing up abruptly and scurrying away from the table.

Bucky found himself striding towards the dance floor, fists clenching and a low growl emanating from his chest.

That dirty fucker was still trying to hump you as you gave him a firm shove, trying to turn back to Sam and Marta. He wrapped a hand around your upper arm and jerked you back. Sam stopped dancing and tried to step in, but the son of a bitch slapped him in the face before turning back to you and smashing his mouth into yours, shoving his free hand up the front of your skirt to try to get at your pussy.

Bucky arrived just as you pulled back from the cocksucker and drew the offensive hand back so sharply, a snap resounded across the floor and he let out a scream.

Bucky punched him in the face before grabbing him by his collar and tossing him away from you as three security guards came rushing to the scene, too late to offer any sort of assistance. Marta managed to intercept them and started screaming at them in Swedish as you and Sam moved between Bucky and the giant Swede who was now a blubbering mess on the floor.

“It’s good Barnes, you can relax.” Sam said.

“Bucky, it’s ok. He isn’t worth it.” You were as close to Bucky as you had ever been. He could feel the heat radiating off you as you put a hand on his chest.

You had never seen Bucky so angry. His jaw was clenched so tight, you were worried the tendons in his neck were going to snap. He was breathing deeply through his nose, nostrils flaring as he glared murderously at the man who had touched you.

“Baby, you can let it go. I’m ok.” You murmured low enough that only he could hear you.

He looked into your eyes and relaxed, taking a deep breath through his mouth and nodding as the security guards dragged your assailant out of the club.

“Good boy, now you owe me a dance.”

Bucky’s look instantly changed to confusion as you dragged him onto the dance floor, giving him a breathless laugh as you started dancing again.

He had no idea what to do with himself. You saw his look of utter helplessness and turned to face him. You placed his hands on your hips and your hands around his neck and looked into his eyes. You’re hips started rolling to the rhythm as the rest of your body swayed in time with the music. Bucky was too aware of his feet and broke eye contact to stare at them, trying to figure out how he was supposed to move.

He felt your hand lift his chin and you shook your head at him before bringing the front of your body flush against his. You lined up your hips to his and started rolling them, your legs on either side of his massive thigh as you gyrated against him. He let out a moan and screwed his eyes closed.

You brought your face against his neck and whispered in his ear. “Just relax honey.”

You dipped your hips slightly and he followed you, nuzzling into your neck and inhaling your scent as his brain finally stopped overanalyzing what he was doing.

You felt the muscles underneath his shirt tightening and releasing as he rolled his body against you and your pussy clenched over his thigh. You gave a soft gasp and hoped the rush of arousal hadn’t soaked through your panties and onto his pants. His hands were pressing into the soft skin of your hips, and you knew you would have light bruises there tomorrow.

You pulled away suddenly and Bucky groaned at the loss of you before you flipped your hair forward and dropped your ass, separating your thighs slightly as you slowly drew your back up Bucky’s front before nestling your ass into the dip in his pelvis that seemed made to fit you.

Bucky growled into your hair and nipped at the soft skin behind your ear before starting to grind himself into your ass. He brought his metal arm to press against your abdomen and push you further into him, while his other wandered up between your breasts, giving one of them a soft squeeze before loosely wrapping his fingers around your throat

You felt him harden against you and let out a small gasp, starting to pull away before his metal arm locked you in place.

“Don’t you fucking move.” He growled in your ear, nipping gently at the lobe with his teeth.

His hips were moving at their own rhythm now, the music forgotten. Neither of you noticed Sam making an exit with Marta, grinning back at you before shrugging his coat over his shoulders and heading out into the snow.

Your breath was hitching softly as Bucky rutted himself against your ass, and the sound was driving him crazy. You could feel your cunt throbbing as it became slick, your arousal soaking your panties and threatening to start leaking down the insides of your thighs. He suddenly stuttered his hips and let out a hiss before stilling.

“Shit.”

He had come in his pants like a teenager, filling his boxer briefs and leaving a small wet spot on the front of his slacks. His arms released you as he stood up straight, leaning his forehead against the back of your head and screwing his eyes shut. He’d never been so embarrassed.

You shuffled the edge of your skirt down before turning around and pressing your lips against his softly. He groaned against your mouth as he brought his hands to either side of your face, tangling them in your hair. You discretely untucked his shirt as you kissed him, covering the evidence of his orgasm graciously. You pulled away before he could really lean into the kiss, and he let out a dissatisfied sigh.

You looked at him through heavy lids, biting at your kiss swollen lips before taking his hand and dragging him to the exit. “We’re going back to the hotel”

You tossed the coat tickets at the girl at the counter, breathing heavily as you tapped your nails impatiently. You snatched the coats from her without a word and tossed Bucky’s to him before charging out the door.

Bucky almost slipped several times back to the hotel as you set a brutal pace. He couldn’t get a read on you now and was worried he’d ruined things already.

You rode the elevator up to your floor in silence, one hip cocked to the side as you clicked the opposite heel against the floor rapidly. As soon as the doors opened, you strode down the hallway like you were possessed and Bucky hurried after you, concern written all over his face.

You arrived at the room first and wrenched the door open, leaving it open behind you as you stepped inside. Bucky was a few steps behind you but stopped at the entrance. He was certain you were going to lay into him as soon as he entered and wanted to take a moment to collect himself. He was running his metal fingers through his hair when your arm suddenly shot out, your fingers wrapping around the collar of his shirt and hauling him inside as he let out an uncharacteristic yelp.

You slammed the door behind him and pressed him up against it, shoving your fingers under his collar and wrapping them around his neck before you smashed your mouth to his violently, clashing your teeth against his before shoving your tongue down his throat.

Bucky overcame his surprise quickly and grinned against your lips as he slid his coat off his shoulders before cupping your ass and giving it a squeeze.

Your lips left his suddenly, leaving him breathless. You gave him a small smirk before sinking to your knees and starting to undo his belt.

“You’ve been keeping this pretty cock from me baby. My pussy’s been gushing thinking about your hot length in my mouth.” You were kissing around the bulge in his pants as you slipped his loosened belt out of the loops and undid the buttons. He leaned his head back against the door and hissed through his teeth. He’d never had a woman speak to him like this before and it was making his cock ache. He jutted his hips forward and you rubbed your face against his cloth covered erection before drawing his slacks and boxer briefs down his legs swiftly, freeing his dick to bounce back up against his abs.

You spat in your hand and wrapped it around him, drawing a groan from his chest. You started peppering soft kisses along his shaft as you ran your hand up and down slowly. “God Bucky, you’re so fucking big, I can’t wait to feel this in my pussy. I need to taste your sweet cum first though honey.”

You softly ran one finger up the underside of his shaft, tracing the vein that ran from root to tip before dragging your tongue in a heavy stripe over the same path.

He wrapped your hair around his hand and let out a hiss. “Fuck, Y/N, who taught you to talk like that?”

 “Mmm, you like it sweetie?” You asked him wickedly as you ran your tongue over the sensitive slit along his tip, lapping up the pre-cum that was starting to collect there.

“God, yes.” He couldn’t believe how much the filthy praises you were giving turned him on.

“I’ll give you as much as I can honey, but I’m worried this cock is going to fuck out my throat.” You took him in your mouth then, relaxing your throat as you drew in his entire length, feeling his balls hit your chin as you swallowed around him.

“Shit!” he thought you were going to go slower and he almost came immediately when you hollowed your cheeks around him and pulled him out slightly before taking him in again, bringing a hand up to fondle his balls.

He braced his metal arm against the door as he started to thrust his hips, fucking into your face as you choked around him, tears streaming down your cheeks and drool leaking from the corners of your mouth.

“God baby, you’re taking my cock so good. That mouth of yours is fucking amazing.” His hips picked up speed and he gazed down at you. You looked sinful, a flush in your cheeks and over your chest as you gazed up at him through thick lashes. You moaned around his cock as his praise caused a fresh rush of arousal to leak from your cunt.

“You gonna take my cum down like a good girl?” His hips were starting to stutter and you felt his cock twitch at the back of your mouth. You let out a tiny whine and tried to nod as he shoved himself all the way in, stilling himself as you felt his release run down your throat.

He pulled his softening cock out of your mouth and wiped the drool from you chin before softly cupping your cheek.

“Stay right there for a second pretty girl.”

“Yes, sir.” You whispered at him, your voice husky now that your throat was raw.

He unbuttoned his shirt and rolled it off over his shoulders, then removed his undershirt and tossed it aside too until he was standing in front of you naked.

You let out a low moan at the sight. His muscles were sculpted beautifully, his chest dusted with dark hair that tapered to a happy trail that led down to his thick cock. The skin around his metal arm was scarred and puckered, and other faint scars were visible elsewhere on his body, giving him an air of danger and menace. Your cunt clenched as you took in the sight, biting your lips as you ached to run your hands over his body.

“Stand up.” He ordered you. He didn’t know what had come over him. He had spent months wanting to beg you for some sign of affection, but now that you were there kneeling in front of him, he just wanted to take it from you. And you were willing to give him whatever he required.

You drew yourself up slowly and he picked you up with one hand and wrapped your legs around his waist. He brought your mouth down to his and teased your lips open with his tongue as he carried you to the bedroom.

He knelt on the bed with you straddling him and started to trail rough kisses down your neck, sucking occasionally to draw a bruise against your skin.

As he reached your shoulders, he wrapped his metal hand through the chain around your neck and gave it a yank, snapping it off you. He drew the shoulders of your dress down, exposing your tits as you arched your back up to meet him.

“God Bucky, please” You whined as nuzzled his face into the valley between your breasts, his stubble scratching the skin there.

“You want something, baby?” he asked you wickedly, kissing slowly up the slope of your breast until he almost reached your nipple, then moved his mouth away again.

You groaned and wound your fingers into his hair. “Need your tongue on me, please baby.”

“Where did you want it sweet girl?” he asked innocently before cupping one breast in his hand and rubbing the nipple with his nose. “Did you want me to lick you here?”

“Yes, yes, fuck!!” His tongue swirled slowly around your nipple, drawing it to a sensitive peak. “God Bucky, that’s so good!”

He brought up his metal hand to palm your other breast and you gasped at the contrast of the cool metal against your warm flesh. He tweaked the other nipple and you groaned. “You want my tongue on this one too, honey?”

“Pleasepleaseplease….” You whispered breathlessly, whining when he moved his mouth where you asked him. You started grinding yourself into his thigh, desperate for release as your pussy quivered and wept.

“No.” He ordered, grabbing your hip with his metal hand and holding you still. “You don’t get to come unless it’s on my cock sweetheart.”

You let out a thin keen as tears leaked down your cheeks.

Bucky brought his face back up to yours, holding your chin with his other hand and kissing you hungrily. You cried into his mouth in desperation.

“You want this cock, pretty girl?”

“God, yes. Please, Bucky!”

“You asked me so nicely, honey. I’m gonna give you what you want.”

He gripped your dress in his metal hand where it had gathered at your waist, gave it a twist, and ripped it off you, sequins and beads flying off the bed and across the floor. He grabbed your panties next and shredded them, bringing their ruins up to his face and inhaling your scent deeply before tossing them aside and giving you a wicked grin. You bent one leg up to start to remove your boots when he slapped your hand away.

“Leave those on.” He growled at you.

He took a moment to pause and look at you, memorizing every slope and curve of your body. He spread your legs wide and gave a low moan when he got a look at your pussy, coated in slick and swollen with desire. He drew two metal fingers softly up the inside of your thigh before running them over your sex, coating them in your arousal and making you moan. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean.

“You taste so good baby girl. Maybe once I’ve fucked you stupid with my cock I’ll eat you out.”

“Unnhh, Bucky, give it to me.” You begged him.

“You need something baby? You gotta be specific.”

“God, need you inside me. I fucking need your cock. Bucky, please.”

“Alright sweetheart. You better have at least five orgasms on my cock sweet girl. Otherwise I might have to spank you.”

He lifted your right leg and looped your knee over his elbow, opening you wide as he brought himself up to your entrance. He slowly drew his length through the slick gathered there as you whimpered, then he slammed into you, bottoming out right away and knocking the air out of you.

“FUCK!!!” you screamed as you came immediately, clenching and fluttering around him as you went rigid and started to tremble.

“That’s one, baby.” He grinned as he started to fuck into you, not bothering to wait for you to come down from your orgasm. “Shit, this pussy was fucking ready for me. Look at you gripping me so good, like you’re fucking made for my cock.”

“God, Bucky!” you whined. “You’re so big, keep moving baby. Fuck that’s so good!”

Lewd squelching noises filled the room, combining with the slap of flesh against flesh as he drove into you hard.

“Mmm, you’re squeezing me so tight, honey. You gonna come on my cock again?” Bucky slipped a hand underneath your ass and tilted your hips just a bit and felt you clench around him.

“Shit, right there. God, I’m coming again. Don’t fucking stop.” Your face screwed up as your second orgasm ripped through you, curling your toes in your boots as your legs quivered with the strain.

“Good girl.” He praised you as you fluttered around him, your release soaking your thighs as it seeped out around his cock. “I’m gonna move you now, sweetheart, get ready.”

His hand moved under your waist and he wrenched you up until you were flush against his chest. The coarse hair there scratched against your sensitive nipples and you gave a soft whine at the change in position.

Bucky stared into your eyes. Your face was a mess. Lipstick smeared all over your mouth and chin. Mascara and tears running in streaks down your flushed cheeks. Mouth open and panting with need and pupils blown wide as you gazed at him through your thick eyelashes.

You looked like the perfect mixture of sin and sex. He had never seen anything so beautiful.

He wrapped both his arms behind your shoulders and buried his hands in your hair, pressing your face to his and forcing his tongue between your lips and teeth, running it everywhere it could reach inside your velvety mouth, growling into you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and opened yourself up to him, whining as he increased his pace even more and you felt the tension gather in your core again.

“Give me another one, baby. My good girl. Show me how good that pussy is for me.”

You buried your face in his neck and groaned as you felt every muscle below your waist go rigid and another orgasm wracked you. You didn’t know if you could handle two more.

“God, sweetheart, you feel so fucking good. This pussy is making a mess everywhere.”

He pulled out of you suddenly and you gasped, hoping for a reprieve. But he just flipped you so you were on all fours and slammed back into you, making you scream.

“Just two more pretty girl. Then I’ll fill this pretty cunt with my cum.”

You didn’t know how he could last this long as he pounded into you relentlessly. He drew you up straight suddenly so your back was against his chest and you gave a small whimper. Your throat was raw from him fucking it and from your screaming, and the only sound you managed to make now was a stream of unintelligible mewls.

You leaned your head back against Bucky’s shoulder as he brought a hand up to palm at your breast. His metal fingers moved to the apex of your thighs and started drawing rough circles against your clit. You felt tears leaking down your cheeks as your pleasure began to gather. He drove them into you suddenly and you let out a thin wail as your entire body went stiff before vibrating with your release.

Bucky guided your fall forward gently until your face was resting against the blankets. Your arms couldn’t hold you up anymore so they laid limply next to your face as Bucky gripped both of your hips and drew them back to him over and over. You felt drool leaking from your open mouth as you blinked slowly. You were absolutely cock drunk. The sheer number and intensity of your orgasms had made your brain short circuit. He really had fucked you stupid.

Bucky slapped your ass suddenly and you gave a sharp gasp as you came one last time, fisting your hands into the blankets to try to keep from passing out.

“Good girl.” Bucky murmured at you. You could feel the smile in his voice and you felt your cunt clench around him at the praise. His hips started to stutter and you felt his cock twitching inside you.

“You ready for me sweetheart? This pussy treated me so good, I’m gonna fill you up.”

You managed to moan out a single word through your hoarse throat. “Please…”

The wantonness in your voice pushed him over the edge and you felt his hips still suddenly as he released inside of you. The feel of his hot cum coating your velvety walls made you moan like a whore.

“Fuck, baby. That was so good.” He gently lowered himself on top of you and you felt him soften inside of you. He peppered gentle kisses along your shoulders and the back of your neck as he pulled out of you slowly. You gave a contented sigh as he rolled off you and headed to the bathroom. You’d never been fucked so well in your life.

You heard the water running and you managed to lift your head to watch Bucky return, holding a damp washcloth. His abdomen, thighs, and cock were coated in your release, glistening in the soft light of the bedroom as he walked back towards you and sat down on the edge of the bed. The sight of his naked form filled you with a renewed sense of desire.

Bucky rotated you carefully until you were lying on your back and brought his face down to yours and gave you a soft kiss before moving himself between your legs. You heard him suck in his breath sharply when he got a good look at you, drawing your knees apart to get a good look at your pussy.

“Fuck honey, you’re beautiful.”

The skin of your mound and thighs was flushed red where he had thrusted into you repeatedly and it was all coated in the evidence of your multiple orgasms. Your cunt was swollen and pulsing as his cum slowly leaked out of you, collecting in a small puddle on the sheets.

Bucky gently cleaned your thighs and mound with the cloth, being careful to not irritate your already sensitive skin. Then he worked your folds apart with his metal fingers and drew the damp fabric over your slit slowly, collecting his release from your entrance. You gave a groan and pressed yourself into the cloth when he tried to pull it away.

“Jesus, sweetheart, already?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows and stared at him. “Bucky, you promised.”

He shook his head and tutted his tongue at you. “No, I said I might eat you out after I fucked you stupid. No promises were made.”

“Bucky, please?” You begged him, your voice husky with lust.

He gave you a look then moved to kneel between your legs. “Can’t say no to you, pretty girl. Not after this pussy treated me so good.”

You gave a soft chuckle followed by a gasp as he flattened himself on the bed and drew your left leg over his shoulder, softly kissing and sucking down the inside of your thigh before he nuzzled himself into your folds.

He softly licked at your entrance, lapping up the renewed evidence of your arousal as he dragged his tongue up and down your slit before he wrapped his lips around your tiny bud and sucked softly.

“God, Bucky! More…please…” You moaned at him, winding your fingers into his hair and pressing him further into you.

He gently teased two metal finger around your entrance before inserting them slowly, grinning against you as he felt your pussy flutter around them.

He started fucking them into you steadily while he gently sucked at your clit, crooking his wrist to hit your sweet spot as he picked up speed.

“Fuck! Right there! Don’t you dare stop! So, so, good! Please baby!” You started babbling, the pitch of your voice getting higher as he edged you closer to your release.

He latched on and sucked hard at the same time he added a third finger, and you came apart around him, soaking his chin and stubble as your thighs tried to crush his head between them and your pussy clenched and twitched around his fingers.

Bucky crawled back up the bed and laid next to you, drawing you to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You nuzzled your face into him and let out a low humming noise to show how content you were.

“God, it took you long enough, Barnes.”

He laughed and kissed the top of your head, pulling the blankets over the two of you and flicking off the bedside lamp.

“You know, you could have made a move yourself.” He murmured against your hair.

“And offend your World War II sensibilities, grandpa? You would have run away screaming.”

“Grandpa?”

“Whatever, you were scared of me. I didn’t want to frighten you off before you took advantage of your crush.”

“Right, crush.”

“Mmm, if this is how you fuck on the first date, what are you going to do when you fall in love with me?” You teased against his chest, your breathing growing deeper as you drifted off to sleep.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’m not going to fall in love with you. I promise.” He lied as he dozed off.

The snow was falling heavy over the city. And Bucky was dreaming about marrying you.

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[sugurizz]

AOT Boys and the spots that make them lose their minds - PART 2 PART 1

my other precious boys and their most sensitive body parts...

(explicit content, smut/NSFW, Minors DNI)

Warnings: sexual content

Pairings : Levi x reader, Erwin x reader, Miche x reader

Oh gosh don't get me started on his armpits. Levi’s armpits are fucking perfection. His skin is adorably pale and feels awfully soft to touch.

he’s not too hairy in there, just the right amount to make you bite your lips whenever his arms are raised. Sometimes you drag them up while you ride him, admiring the sexiest view beneath you; his little pants are music to your ears, intense blush tainting his cheeks and nose, his sharp abs flexing and his drool is spilling with pleasure. He loses it when you lean to give them an obscenely wet lick, dragging your tongue all over them. Rolling your tongue softly against his armpits will drive him crazy, his eyes get teary with so much overstimulation and he can’t handle how good it feels when you massage them. a few strokes in the spot between them and his chest make him go incredibly hard, especially when his hands are tied up and the only thing he could see is the black fabric of his silk blindfold. He’s not usually the type to be so vocal during your hot sessions. But when humanity’s strongest is tied up and looks so helpless, squirming under you and embarrassingly admitting how hugely turned on he feels, it makes you want to torment him more and play with his fragile body like your own toy.

Sitting on his lap, the hard tent between his legs pokes against your entrance, leaving you ridiculously wet and horny. You quickly realize that he’s not the only one being teased and toyed with. Your drenched pussy is growing as impatient and hungry as he is, begging for attention and urging you to ride his cock till you get dumb.

He smirks at how pathetically you give up, rubbing your thighs against his shaft and whining in his ears in little, broken sounds. “who’ll take care of your soaked panties now? brat.” He breaks away from his ties, arms locking you before throwing you on the bed. “You’ll pay for your behavior little one, nice and slow...”

You already know, his weakest point is his damn neck.

Erwin’s neck is the best place you could tackle to get him in the mood. If he ever says he’s busy and he can’t do it, just climb on his lap and nestle your face in his neck, he’ll literally swallow his words back.

As strong and sober-minded he might seem, it’s totally another matter when it comes to you. He gets so putty in your hands in seconds. A few licks to his neck make him wrap his arms around you, hugging you closer and nudging his face back in your shoulder. He grunts and ruts his hips against yours eagerly.

“you’re so impatient, doll.” His fingers nudge through your hair. He whispers mischievously “I’m pretty sure I made you cum on this cock more times than you could remember, just a few hours ago. But look at you now...” he spreads your legs to to watch you get wetter under his piercing gaze. ♤♤♤

The little spot joining his ears to his neck is also a sweet secret between you two. It’s so sensitive when you plant some wet kisses there, using your fangs to bite his earlobes and letting your warm breath fan over his flesh.

This babe has a huge back. He loves stretching it in the morning and allowing you to see his muscles contract gracefully. I can tell it’s one of his best weaknesses. Caressing the small of his back when you’re in public is a great way to change his stoic face into a puzzled expression. eyes drifting fast to yours as you grin back to him. He certainly can’t teach you manners when you’re outside, but your punishment will be rescheduled when you get back home.

He also gets so turned on when you give his ass a little attention, his cheeks are so perfect and smooth to kiss. You can even lean over to bite them when giving him a nice oil massage. He’ll growl and tell you to do it again as he feels his length hardening against the bedsheets.

little note: Miche uses your panties (that you were wearing of course) to get off. in front of you. He ties you to the chair and forces you to watch him stroke that shlong of his shamelessly. baby gets so rude by drooling on his own cock to lube it, hands still working up and down and face covered with the fabric of your panties. His grunts get higher on purpose, knowing what kind of feeling they ignite in your tummy. Without even being able to touch yourself, you imagine those same grunts he lets out when he’s balls deep in you, lips in the crook of your neck.

He keeps the eye contact the whole time he jerks himself, his glance lands on your thighs rubbing together, desperately trying to find some relief. “Miche , please, I can’t… anymore”

He won’t give it to you until you cry and beg him enough for his liking. he feels so victorious when the sweet tears of defeat start running on your cheeks.

He stops his show seconds before cumming and heads towards you, wiping your wet cheeks in awe. The rest is for you to imagine.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi attack on titan #levi headcanons #levi aot #captain levi #shingeki no kyojin #levi fanfiction #shingeki no kyoujin levi #attack on titan #erwin smith #erwin x you #erwin attack on titan #erwin x y/n #erwin x reader #commander erwin #erwin icons #erwin headcanons #miche x reader #miche smut #miche zacharias #miche headcanons #miche aot #miche fluff #levi smut #erwin snk #levi simp #erwin smut #icymi

[devendrasbeard]

I’ll Take The Smooth With The Rough

Prompt: Forced Orgasm Relationships: Eskel/Yennefer of Vengerberg  Rating: E  Content Warnings: Semi-Public Sex, Forced Orgasm, Vibrators, Power Play, Dom/sub Undertones Content Summary: Eskel joins Yennefer at the annual charity gala. He also agrees to her cunning plan to make the evening more entertaining for them both.

  Also on ao3!

There were only a few things that Eskel really regretted in life. One of them was definitely agreeing to whatever crazy idea Yennefer had without hearing her out first.

The annual charity gala was coming up and Yennefer, being a generous sponsor of the case in question, was invited to a chamber concert at the local opera.

“I’m always bored at such events,” she purred in Eskel’s ear while he was trying to read his book. “Thought bringing you along could spice up the performance for me a little.” A quick bite to his earlobe was indication enough as to what kind of entertainment Yen was up for.

Eskel agreed to whatever she had planned. He expected them to sneak out mid-performance for a quick bathroom fuck or maybe a hasty handjob at the back of the dark foyer. He didn’t expect the remote controlled vibrator now nestled between his ass cheeks as he waited for Yen to arrive at the venue.

He was wearing a burgundy suit, perfectly tailored to hug his broad frame. His hair was slicked back with pomade and tied in a man bun. He didn’t wear a tie, though, opting for two opened buttons at the top of his shirt instead.

The weight of the small vibrator inside of him gave him a delightful feeling of being full and the idea of being pleasured in a public place made his skin feel too tight.

It was the remote that was solely under Yennefer’s control that made him more anxious than excited.

And then she arrived, all elegant and lean and sexy. Her hair was let loose, black waves of thick locks falling onto her bare shoulders. She swapped her usual black choker for a wide luxurious necklace adorned with Swarovski crystals, matching her shimmering black dress perfectly. The dress hugged her lean frame tightly, leaving almost no space for imagination, the short front showcasing her legs, the back finished with a long train. She didn’t bother to wear a coat or a jacket, save for a silk scarf draped loose on her forearms.

She locked eyes with him, standing at the other end of the corridor, and reached into her purse with a smirk. A jolt of pleasure wandered along Eskel’s spine as he felt the device in him turn to life. He had to fake a cough to cover the needy moan that almost left his lips.

Yennefer approached him with a mischievous smile and kissed his cheek. “You look so dapper, darling. Would be a shame if something ruined that elegant bearing of yours.” Then the vibrations inside him stopped.

“I’m not gonna survive this,” he whispered into Yen’s ear, brushing her long black hair away.

“It’s for charity,” she smiled cunningly and squeezed his shoulder. “I’m sure you can endure a two-hours long opera performance.”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about,” he replied through gritted teeth, snaking an arm around her waist.

Yennefer only laughed, then pressed a quick kiss to his neck and whispered, “I’m more than ready to test your limits. Shall we?” She hooked her arm around his elbow and led him to the concert hall.

*****

They were ushered to their seats in one of the back rows to watch the opera. Ten minutes into the performance, Eskel felt the vibrations again and he was more than grateful that the hall was almost completely dark, all lights focused on the stage and the artists there. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, exhaling deeply, looking daggers at Yennefer - how come he agreed to this? Yen kept looking forward, gaze focused, watching the woman on stage perform an especially emotional part of an aria. She seemed absolutely unfazed by Eskel squirming in his seat, save for a slight cunning smile dancing at the edge of her lips.

She reached into her purse again and a second later another, stronger jolt of pleasure shook Eskel’s frame. He huffed, feeling the vibrations sending waves of arousal straight to his cock. His hands gripped the armrests firmly as he tried to steady his breath and not let the bulge in his pants grow. Yen leaned towards him with a worried expression. “Are you okay, darling? You look unwell,” she cooed into his ear.

Eskel couldn’t reply, too afraid he’d moan as soon as he’d opened his mouth. Instead he closed his eyes, locked his jaw and dug his fingers into Yennfer’s thigh. A quiet mischievous laugh left her lips, as another series of vibrations ran through Eskel’s body. He already felt hot, too aroused for his own good, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The device inside him felt so good, hitting all the right spots, sending waves of desire straight towards his already strained cock. Squirming in his seat, grabbing onto Yen’s leg for dear life, made him feel embarrassed, dirty, but at the same time the perspective of getting caught or being seen made his blood boil with excitement.

Yennefer turned to face him, then grabbed his hand that held her thigh in a steel grip and slid it further up her leg. She locked eyes with him as she slowly guided his hand under the hem of her dress, so that he could get a feel of her bare flesh. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, of course. The moment he touched her and felt her already wet with slick, she raised a brow at him and clicked another button on her remote. Eskel’s hips bucked up involuntarily and he ended up biting into his fist to muffle the obscene whine that left his lips.

A few moments before the intermission started, Eskel grabbed Yennefer’s hand and jolted out of the hall, dragging her along. He moved fast towards the bathrooms, his feet eating the ground, absolutely disregarding the sound of Yennefer’s high heels trotting hastily behind him.

As soon as he closed the ladies’ room door behind them, he grabbed her neck, hard, pushing her mouth towards his and kissing her wildly, like a feral animal. She slumped in his arms at the sensation but only for a second, quickly coming to her wit and kissing him back with equal fierceness. And then the vibrator shook Eskel to the core again.

“You’re a fucking witch,” he growled against her mouth, pressing his whole body to her little frame. “You want me to spend another hour squirming in my seat like this?!”

“I’ll leave you alone as soon as you come,” she whispered softly against his cheek, but Eskel felt as if she’d held a knife to his throat. “Do you want to come for me, my love?” she pushed him gently against the wall and started fumbling with his belt, making Eskel immediately feel weak in his knees.

His ears were filled with the sound of his quickly beating heart and the buzzing of the vibrator inside of him. “Yen, please,” was all he could manage.

“‘Please stop’ or 'please more’?” she asked, already sliding one hand down his pants to palm at his erection. “You have to be more specific, darling.”

Eskel inhaled sharply, throwing his head back, the amount of pleasurable sensations too many to handle. His skin was hot, his mind dazed and on fire, the spiking arousal making him feel dizzy and weak. He succumbed to Yennefer’s touch, his hips bucking with every gentle caress against his crotch. “Fuck, Yennefer,” he whispered her name like a curse and tumbled with her into one of the empty stalls, quickly locking the door behind them.

And then Yennefer’s hands were all over him, caressing his abs under the untucked shirt, grabbing and squeezing at his hard cock. She turned him around to face the wall and he instinctively bucked his hips towards her, only to feel the vibrator pulsating stronger inside him. Yen pressed her cheek to his back, her one hand still tucked inside his boxers, working him firmly and in rhythm with the device nestled deep within him. “Come for me, darling,” her voice was hot and soft in his ear.

Another jolt of pleasure, another pulse of arousal shot through him and his hips stuttered as he gasped and writhed under her touch. “Yen, please, I can’t…” he pleaded, voice small and shaking. But her grip was unforgiving, stroking him steadily, disregarding his stifled gasps and moans. “We’re in public, I can’t possibly… Ah!”

“Come, darling,” she purred, her voice causing goosebumps on his neck.

And as he bucked his hips again, his cock still in Yennefer’s grip, he heard a buzz of lighthearted conversations coming from outside of the stalls. A group of ladies has entered the bathrooms and they were chatting about this evening’s performance. Eskel froze in his place, his breath heavy, his hand immediately on his mouth to suppress his obscene moans. Yennefer seemed not to notice the people outside of the stall as she didn’t stop stroking him - in fact, she increased her pace and clicked quickly on the vibrator’s remote. Eskel groaned into his fist, his head falling and hips jolting forward.

“I told you to come,” Yennefer’s silky voice was unforgiving.

Eskel shook his head in a last attempt to talk her out of this, but he was already too lost in his pleasure - his breath quickened, his heart beating faster, his teeth biting painfully into his lower lip, as Yennefer led him to completion. His orgasm shook him to the core, his legs trembling and a lewd moan escaping his lips, followed by a loud “Fucking gods!”

He pressed his forehead to the cold tiles of the bathroom’s wall and exhaled deeply as Yen took her hand out of his pants and the vibrator finally stopped moving inside of him. He turned to face her, feeling boneless, spent and slightly embarrassed. The ladies outside of their stall have definitely heard his heated groans and sobs.

“I fucking hate you sometimes,” he sighed, taking in the sight of his now ruined pants.

“You love me,” Yennefer purred against his mouth, kissing him softly and brushing the stray strands of dark hair from his damp forehead. “And I love you too,” she added lightly, pressing her silk scarf into his hands, exiting the stall and leaving Eskel to deal with his stained trousers and the interested stares of the women gathered in the bathroom.

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@witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo

#witcher rarepair summer bingo #eskel x yennefer #eskel/yennefer #yennskel #the witcher fic

[theartistichuman]

Tma 200 spoilers

I might post this to my ao3. This is a rough draft so please ignore the subpar writing.

Summary-

Melanie and Georgie heal.

They never did find the bodies in the end. That’s not for lack of trying; they scoured every inch of what used to be The Magnus Institute. They found a plethora of tapes, and some preserved Leitners (Georgie insisted on throwing them out, despite Melanie insisting that they were safe, and even if they weren’t they couldn’t hurt her anyways) but not a single body. Not even of the previous archivists.

Neither of them knew exactly what that meant. Georgie stayed stubbornly optimistic, but Melanie knew better. Georgie may have had her encounters, but Melanie almost was an encounter. She knew what it felt like to be afraid of what you’re becoming, but to want to hurt people anyways. She knew what it felt like to want to burn the world around you, and just keep walking. Melanie wanted to believe what Georgie did- that those two were dead and at rest- but she didn’t have the hope to keep it up. Not like Georgie did.

It takes time to make a new normal. Most days it felt like the world was holding its breath; waiting for the moment that their rest would be interrupted and they would be dragged back into their fear. Georgie started going to therapy, and seemed all the better for it. Melanie saw a psychiatrist every month or so for a check up, but after spending so long with Laverne worshipping her, she knew she needed a bit more time. It wasn’t good to put it off, but Georgie (and, by proxy, Georgie’s therapist) insist she take her time.

Georgie starts her podcast up after Melanie scolds her for getting stir crazy (employment was still fickle). She changed the theme, citing t that people probably wouldn’t want to speculate about the supernatural after they lived it. Instead she starts inviting people to send in her stories.

“Community counseling”Georgie told her over their celebratory dinner (dinosaur chicken nuggets and boxed wine) “people might feel better if they get their stories out there.”

Melanie highly doubted that, but she was the first guest on the newly rebranded ‘What the Apocalypse’ anyways. (It did make her feel better, but she suspects Georgie knows without her admitting it.)

The Admiral is different from how he was before. He didn’t pounce on things and his separation anxiety got so bad the vet put him on meds. The Admiral didn’t seem to like the dark much either, but according to Georgie that might not be because of the end of the world.

Every morning they take their meds together at breakfast. Melanie (with the assistance of her Scanmarker Air, that she refers to as her “sketchmarker air” to Georgie’s dismay) gets The Admiral his tuna, as Georgie makes them cereal.

Every evening they sit together and listen to their favorite books. Georgie will order them Hungarian on Fridays, and Melanie buys a cat carrier for The Admiral for Tuesday walks. It feels like family, and Melanie loves it so much it hurts.

Basira wanders in an out of their lives. Melanie isn’t sure what she’s up to, but she seems lost. Before she always seemed headstrong and powerful: like she knew where she was going and why. But now, without the pressure of the world on her shoulders, Basira seemed... timid almost.

Whenever Basira came over Georgie and Melanie would bring out their board games. They would drink an obscene amount of apple juice, and laugh until the sun came up. Basira never stayed past that, and they never asked her to.

One day Georgie interrupts their newfound evening “Melanie, we should talk.”

“About.....?” Melanie tries to point her face at where she approximates Georgie’s is. Georgie gently touches Melanie’s chin and guides her face up.

“Up here babe,” she says, fondly, “but I’ve told you that you don’t need to do that.”

Melanie knows she doesn’t need to do it, but the hand on her skin makes it worth it.

“I know.” She says back. “But I’m being polite.”

Georgie snorts. “Polite? You? You made Martin cry in your first week of work.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Melanie takes the hand on chin, and rubs her thumb across the knuckles. She ignores the small pang of loss she feels at his name. She thinks that in a different life they would’ve gotten along, maybe even been friends. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”

“Martin, actually. Well, Martin and Jon.” Georgie said. “I was thinking, and I understand if you disagree, that maybe we could... do something for them? Like a funeral or memorial or something? Maybe even just a headstone or something.”

Melanie opens her mouth to respond, but Georgie rushes in before she speaks.

“And I know you and Jon never got along, but I just think that after everything he deserves it. And even if he doesn’t , Martin certainly does. Even if neither of them deserve it I think it would help. My therapist told me I need closure, and I just thought-“

“Babe, babe, slow down,”Melanie interrupts, “I’d love to. Even if Jon and I... even if he was a bit of a wanker, he did sacrifice himself to end the apocalypse. And. Well, I just think t-that-“

Melanie stutters to stop for a moment to think. Georgie seems to understand that she’s not done, and squeezes her hand. Melanie takes a deep breath before continuing.

“I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up. Or after that. It was just me and my dad. When he died, they told me- they told me I couldn’t bury him. I couldn’t even have the ashes. Some bullshit about how he was part of a crime scene, which, looking now, didn’t make any sense. Not that I had enough money or time for a funeral, but... well, any closure would have been nice. I just- I just- I just don’t think I could let anyone close to me go un-un- I don’t know it’s just... it’s just bad.” Melanie winces a bit at her ending.

Georgie doesn’t say anything. Her hand stills from where she was playing with Melanie’s fingers. Melanie realizes a little belatedly, that she’d never talked about her father’s death with Georgie. After all they’d been through it seemed almost silly that Georgie didn’t know.

“And even if Jon was a wanker, Martin certainly wasn’t.” She tacks on in attempt to lighten the mood.

Georgie snorts at that. “Jon was... an acquired taste. He was a lot less uptight in University, but good god sometimes you could actually see the rod in his ass.”

“Hey!” Melanie says in mock offense “don’t speak ill of the dead!”

“You literally just called him a wanker!” Georgie retorts.

“Yeah but I’m allowed to! I don’t like him!” Melanie smacks her arm.

“Anyways. What do you want to do for them?” Georgie says once she stops giggling. “I was thinking a headstone, but that might be too much upkeep.”

“And people may not take kindly to a memorial to ‘The Archivist’ and his plus one.”

“Exactly,” Georgie agrees, “ so out with it. Give me an idea, oh wise prophet.”

Melanie pinches her hand. “Shut it, you. Maybe- maybe like a... bench or something?”

“A bench?” Georgie says teasingly, “that’s the best you’ve got? Not so wise after all.”

“Okay prophet, what have you got?”

“Maybe we could do something here? Like a photo album or something.”

“We don’t have any photos of them.”

“We could, like, write a heartfelt letter and burn it.”

“Maybe.” Melanie says with no small amount of suspicion.

“Okay, fiiiine maybe I don’t have any ideas.” Georgie relents.

They sit in silence for a bit after that. It should be uncomfortable, and probably would have been if it wasn’t Georgie and Melanie. Eventually Georgie gets up to find her phone so they can listen to the next chapter of their book. Melanie tries to lie down in the warm spot Georgie vacated, but The Admiral had already taken up the vacancy.

Melanie’s head lands in his soft fur, and he chirps inquisitively before curling around her head. Melanie buries a hand in his fur, and he rewards her with a content purr.

“Comfortable?” Georgie says when she re-enters the room. Melanie groans.

“Yes yes you fuss pot. Ready for our next chapter?” Georgie sits on the edge of the couch by Melanie’s head, and when she starts to pet her head, Melanie wishes she could purr like The Admiral.

Georgie snorts. “I think I might have a type.”

“And whats that?” Melanie nuzzles further into Georgie’s hand.

“Yeah,” Georgie pokes her cheek, “my type is ‘cats re-incarnated as people’. You can’t tell by looking at him, but Jon would absolutely melt at the slightest hair petting.”

Melanie is just about to protest being compared to Jon when an idea hits her. She sits up abruptly, and she hears Georgie give a little gasp in response.

“That’s it!” Melanie shouts.

“What’s it?” Georgie says, almost as loud.

“I’ve just had a great idea.”

Melanie gives her proposal, and even though she can’t see it, she knows Georgie is smiling the rest of the night.

—————

A week later, Georgie and Melanie walk into their apartment with two boxes. They would have just used one, but they were nervous the little ones would fight in the car ride that Rosie graciously provides them (with the payment of demanding photos).

And so Jon and Martin entered their lives.

One of the kittens is sleek black with golden amber eyes and short hair, and the other is white with blue eyes and so much fluff that he looks three times the size he really is. There were more kittens in the running, but these two were at the top (according to Georgie, they were basically photo copies of their namesakes), but Melanie decided these were the two when the woman at the desk told her they were inseparable.

They were worried about how The Admiral would react to their new additions, but it was proved irrational within three hours. The Admiral seemed to take a liking to them immediately.

“Maybe it really is Jon.” Georgie jokes when she stumbles on the three cuddled together. “Sometimes I thought The Admiral liked him more.”

(That was obviously false; anyone with -or with damaged- eyes could tell The Admiral adored her.)

They barely had to make an adjustment to their routine- the only real difference was the number of bowls during breakfast, and the number of feet that pattered in the halls.

Basira didn’t know what to make of it at first, but Georgie later told her that she stumbled in on Basira apologizing to Jon. Neither of them judge her for it; both of them did the same thing when they got him.

The days stretch to weeks, and the weeks stretch into months. Melanie goes to therapy, and attempts to keep houseplants. Georgie records her podcasts and teases Melanie when she fails to keep a cactus alive. Together they make their home with new cat toys (that The Admiral still refuses to play with), a cat tree (which the Admiral is more than interested in), crotchet throws from Rosie and the occasional mug from Basira.

One morning Melanie wakes to find the last bit of residual anger in her gone, and when she cries Georgie holds her tight.

Melanie loves it so much it hurts, and she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

#the magnus archives #the magnus pod #tma #what the gfs #what the ghost #fanfic #jonmartin #wtgfs #Georgie barker #Melanie king #Melanie is trans #just assume she’s always trans in my fics #this is my first Magnus fic #I didn’t edit this at all #what the girlfriends #Melanie/Georgie

[eleanorbloom]

Insomnia (Bryce Lahela x F!MC)

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F! MC (Eleanor Bloom)

Warnings: N.S.F.W. Cursing.

Prompt: Day 7. Booty Call | Sex Toys | Nipple Play (Sorrry I’m late!!!!)

A/N: Hello! Welcome to my second fic for Kinktober!  It’s a lot more simplier than the first, because I had a lot of breakdowns writing it, probably because all the smut I have written between them has been kinda passionate,  and here they are just horny 😂 but I decided to post it anyway. 

I hope you enjoy it!

  Insomnia.

Eleanor woke up like she had slept ten hours, but it was too dark to be time to get up. She grabbed her phone from her nightstand and checked the time. 01.27 am. She sighed in frustration as she had four more hours to sleep. She locked the screen and closed her eyes trying to get back to sleep.

Five minutes after tossing and turning, she took her phone again and opened Pictragram. After a few minutes scrolling, she saw Bryce had liked a photo of a mutual account that was uploaded just a few minutes ago, so she went straight to his chat and typed:

Ellie 🌻: “Hey, why you up so late? 👀”

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “Back at you”

Ellie 🌻: “Can’t sleep. You?”

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “I have the best cure for sleep deprivation.”

Ellie 🌻: “Oh, yeah?”

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “Magic hands🤟🏽”

Ellie 🌻: “Where are you?”

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “At home”

Ellie 🌻: “Can I come over? 😏”      

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “I was hoping you would say that 🤭”

Ellie 🌻: “I’ll be in twenty.”

She replied before getting up from her bed and take a quick shower.

Once she was back in her room, she took the bag with the lingerie she had shopped that afternoon on her trip to the mall with Sienna. She looked at the three lacey lingerie sets, trying to choose a color: navy blue, emerald green, and garnet red. She discarded the first one because she wasn’t really feeling the blue vibes that night, and the last one because even if she was already excited about meeting up with Bryce, that wasn’t an occasion to wear red, so she took the emerald lacey lingerie and put it on.

She looked at the mirror really pleased with herself. The color looked fantastic in her bronze skin, and it made her realize what was the perfect dress to complement her sexy attire for the night. A long blue floral wrap dress with a slit in the middle of her right thigh. It exposed the lacey in her cleavage the right amount and fitted so perfectly around her body, that it made her waist look thinner than it was.

Once all dressed up, she applied a bit of makeup, just red lipstick, and mascara, and then she requested a uber, which arrived in a few minutes.

Ellie 🌻: “On my way 👄”—She texted him from the car.

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “Finally 🥵”

After a ten-minute ride, she knocked on the door of his apartment with the anticipation about to come out of her mouth. She had been stressed for days since Dr. Ramsey had elected her as the number one in the competition for the Junior Fellow position, and a good bang was the only thing that could ease her from the frustration she had been feeling since that day. 

“Hey”—Bryce greeted as he opened the door, grinning broadly at the very sight of her. He was wearing a blue and pink Hawaiian shirt and dark blue jeans. —"I didn’t see you today”

“I had 24 hours shift yesterday”—She replied getting inside.

“Oh, that explains a lot.”

“You missed me?”—She murmured in a sultry voice, leaning close to see him directly in his amber eyes.

“Maybe”

Eleanor discarded her purse on the entry table at one side of the door.

“You were hoping you would find me scrolling at this time of the night, mmh?”

“Were you?”

“Maybe”

Bryce looked down her body. She was wearing a black leather jacket and under that, the reason his bulge grew painfully under his pants, making him groan.

“Hot damn.”  

Eleanor, completely aroused by the way he was inspecting her body, kissed him hard and wet. He pulled the jacket out in response, tossing it on the floor, and embraced her by the small of her back, his warm hands roaming over the fabric of her dress.

Her perfume intoxicated him all of a sudden. The musk, vanilla, and popcorn reached him like a hurricane of sensations that forced him to go down her neck and chest and obtain every bit of her smell and drink every inch of her sweetened skin, like a craving man.

“You smell so good, Elle”—He sighed.

Then, Eleanor took his hand and brought it to the tie of her dress, inviting him to undo it.

Bryce gave her an intense look, gulping at the very thought of what he would find under the fabric of her dress. She smirked, raising a brow at his hesitation… or contemplation? After a few moments, he pulled the tie down and the fabric slowly began to slide to each side of her body, exposing the emerald lingerie.

“Holy shit” —He breathed, chewing his lower lip as he roamed his eyes over the lacey and sating lingerie perfectly framing the curves of her waist, hips, and thighs.

“Like what you see?”

Bryce slid his hands over her shoulders, throwing her dress to the floor, leaving her body now only adorned with her lacey underwear.

“Like is an understatement.”

“Smooth”

“I am not always?”

His soft hands traveled over her generous cleavage, and then he placed them over her breast, cupping them perfectly, earning a shiver and a whimper from her mouth.

“If this is my reward for every day I don’t have the chance to see you…”—She stopped him mid-sentence kissing him again and pushing him toward the wall, a sharp sigh coming out of his throat. He looked down at her unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his taut muscles with every button undone until she tugged it down to the floor, impatiently.

The moment his skin was exposed, she brought her lips to his collarbone, and went down to his chest, massaging his pecs with both hands and kissing him all over his skin. The firmness of his muscles turned her on even more, imagining his arms picking her up, her legs around his waist, his bulge pressing her core, his hands touching every sensitive spot of her body just as she liked.

Her folds were growing swollen between her legs, sensing how close she was to feel him inside of her again. His hands roamed her back until he reached her bum, taking it with both hands before sliding both under her underwear, now gripping it tightly.

 Eleanor in the meantime started unfastening his pants, and Bryce growled against her mouth when she sank her hand under his boxers, and stroke his throbbing dick waiting for some kind of relief.

He slid his hand up, unclasping her bra, bending down to suck her nipples. Eleanor breathed heavily at the pleasant sensation of his soft hands and his hot breath against her sensitive skin, making her moan when his tongue started to lick her hard nipples.

After a few moments, she pulled his silky brown hair to make him face her. Bryce looked at her agape and confused, her lips plumped and wet.

“Fuck me. Fuck me now”—She demanded, almost out of breath.

“Fuck, yes, of course”

Eleanor took a step closer to the entry table, opened her purse, and grabbed a condom out of a box, and handed it to Bryce.

He received the condom and opened the wrapper instantly, while she was pulling out her panties. Once completely naked, she leaned against the table, lifting her butt so Bryce could take her from behind.

She felt his pulsing cock between her butt cheeks, and his hand gripping her hips. Then, one hand roamed towards her folds, checking how lubed she was before entering her.

“Holy shit, you’re almost dripping down there”

“That’s for you.”—She sighed—"Now, please.”

“Of course”

Bryce pushed himself against her in one swift and precise movement, stealing a yelp from her. He moved slowly at first, feeling her folds enveloping him, breathing in when he was entering, breathing out when he pulled out of her until he began to take speed gradually.

“More”—She sighed.

Bryce obeyed and started to move against her at a quick speed, the flesh colliding, his hands gripping in ass firmly.

“Yes… Come on.”

“You want harder?”

“Please”—She begged in a tiny voice, and she felt how Bryce buried his finger on her skin, almost pinching it as his thrusts reached a senseless speed.

Eleanor cried out the moment he picked up the speed she desired.

“Shit, Elle, you feel so fucking good”

“Fuck yes, keep it going, Bryce.”

Bryce focused on trying to delay his orgasm, but it was difficult with the speed and how much he loved hearing Eleanor crying out his name.

He took her by the shoulder and pressed her body to his, still rocking against her, but at a slow pace. His arms encircled her body, touching her breast with one hand, and fingering her clit the other.

“Oh god, fuck”

“You like it?”

“Please don’t stop”—Her begging whimper drove him crazy.

“Okay”

His fingers picked up speed until he heard her squealing in his ear as she arched her back against him, leaning the nape of her neck on his shoulder. Her legs were trembling and her moans erratic. Without waiting, he pushed her against the table, this time to thrust her until reaching his peak of pleasure and her second. Their bodies crashing invaded the room with obscene echoes, denoting the impossible pace he had picked up. Eleanor was out of breath, her raspy voice barely a groaning, her pleasure losing in her throat.

“You’re fucking amazing, yes. —She whispered until she found the last drop of energy to cry out the moment she reached her second climax.

Bryce kept moving until he let himself release, cumming inside her with a deep groan.

“Fuck, Eleanor!”

He leaned over her warm and sweaty back, while Eleanor was completely motionless over the table, gasping for air. After a few moments, he took her hand and drew her to the couch, where both laid with legs intertwined, her head resting over his chest, and Bryce wrapping her with her strong arms.

Even if the orgasm had killed a great part of her tension, the feeling of his warmth and skin against her seemed to do the rest. 

“How’s that insomnia?”

“Worse, I can’t go to sleep if I know I can be fucked again the same way.”

“Or better.”

“Better would mean not be able to walk tomorrow, and I’m not sure if I want that. Besides, you would mess with me for a week for that.”

“No way, a month, at least. And it wouldn’t be because I wanna mess with you, but because I want you to remember how good I did you tonight. Can you blame me?"

"Not at all. And you, ready to go to sleep?”

"Hell no, I didn't make you come over here just for one round."

“Good, because I know exactly what I want for the second round.”    

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[theskeletondetective]

Just culchie things

Those cattle feed bag you use to bag the turf in. Y'know the one that you shake and all of the residual feed comes flying at your face. Those ones.

The bog in general. Like the cutting, rickling, turning, bagging, throwing it onto a trailer and absolutely breaking your back. Then your dad might MIGHT give you €20.

Your grandparents might call you 'a ghrá' or 'a stór' if they grew up somewhere rural. Bonus points if it's near a ghaeltacht.

Your national schools being small as fuck. I'm not joking, the largest population mine had was 25. There were 2 other people in my class.

Having to travel obscene amounts of time to get to secondary school. My bus journey takes 45 minutes. Crazy.

The townie versus culchie divide. I'm aware that Dubliners think anyone not from Dublin is a culchie but that is actually incorrect. People who live in towns are townie and those you live in the ass crack of nowhere are culchies. Townies and culchies do not like each other. Townies think culchies are all thick farmers and culchies think townies are all drug addicts who fuck on the bus on the way to a disco.

Everyone thinking you're a farmer. Now to be fair there's a good chance that you are a farmer. Out of the 25 in my national school I was the only one who didn't have a farm so.

Having to travel to do ANYTHING. Got to get to school? Travel. Go to the shops? Travel. Find a job? Travel usually. Want any amenity that isn't a G.A.A. pitch? Travel.

Your school making the announcent that while they won't be providing transportation to the ploughing (last year's train got hit by a tree) they do understand if people have to disappear for two or three days.

In the end you do slightly fall in love with the place but any feeling for it is crushed by the ever present fact that you will have to leave to find a job and more opportunities than the government sees fit to give to rural ireland. You'll have no choice but to up and leave your home for school, work or just life or if You do choose to stay it's a long hard road of governmental fuckups and lack of anything ahead of you.

Lads driving tractors to school.

It'll be grand sure. Twas. Tis. Twill be.

If you're anywhere near or in a ghaeltacht your grandparents might pepper in Irish into every day speaking. Like my granddad says 'Oh I'm bocht' instead of 'Oh I feel like pure shite' yknow.

Mid whest radio... FM

Please, feel free to add more. I suffer daily because of this.

#culchies #ireland #irish #gaeilge #gaelic #rural #rural ireland #townies #non culchies do not interact i do not want to have to put up with you #if youre a townie im sorry #It's terminal #that was a joke by the way #Eire

[deathlikesdeep-dish]

The Razr (Zoro AU Scenario)

Hi guys!

I’m so flattered that I’ve had some people join me here on this fun writing journey!! I truly truly do a little happy dance every time I get a follow. :D 

I keep meaning to just sit down and write a quick lil somethin somethin, but it always ends up longer than I intend 😅

This is a headcanon I came up with about Zoro having a crazy outdated flip phone that he refused to get rid of and his friends finally forced him to get a smartphone so he could use GPS. 

It turned out a little more serious and emotional than I originally intended, but I’m pretty pleased with it!! Would love to get y’alls feedback. 

xx

Warnings: obscene amounts of fluff, language 

Word Count: 1862

“Zoro, where the fuck are you??” Nami yelled on the other end of the phone. He could hear the irritation in her voice.

He groaned and rubbed his hand over his face in frustration. “I really don’t know, Nami. I think I made a wrong turn,” He paused and sighed. “Or two? Shit, I don’t know.”

Zoro could hear Nami yelling on the other end of the line, and he placed his phone in the cup holder, knowing that this might be a while. He hit his head a few times on the steering wheel of his car, closing his eyes as he waited for her to finish screeching. He was used to this. He knew that he wasn’t the most directionally adept member of his friend group, but he got by….when others were around.

What made matters worse is that Zoro absolutely refused to get rid of his ancient, bulky flip phone, a fact that Nami never failed to bring up in situations just like this. He didn’t see a point in getting a new phone when his old one worked just fine. He thought back to a conversation he’d had about it just the other day with his friends.

-

“Bro, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Their newest friend Franky said upon seeing Zoro pull his phone out of his pocket. “A fucking Motorola Razr? That thing has gotta be 10 years old!”

“It’s actually 12 years old,” Luffy chimed in with a laugh. “It was Kuina’s before it was Zoro’s.”

“Kuina? Who’s Kuina?” Franky asked. Zoro tensed up at the mention of her name, and the room went silent. Even Luffy noticed that he’d made a mistake in bringing her up. Zoro squeezed the phone tightly in his pocket.

Kuina was Zoro’s older sister. Five years his senior, Kuina had used the phone as her own for several years before she upgraded and passed it to Zoro. At first, he resented that she always got the newest stuff, and that he got the hand-me-downs. Now, he wouldn’t dream of letting it go. Kuina had died in a tragic accident just a couple years back. She was only 25. This phone was one of the only things that she had ever given him that was hers, along with the family katana that had been passed down for generations.

“Sorry, Zoro,” Luffy murmured, stuffing a bite of food into his mouth uncomfortably. Zoro simply grumbled in response with a shrug.

“Still,” Nami ventured tentatively. “Maybe it would be helpful for you to get a smartphone sometime soon. They all come with GPS systems built in.”

“And what’s wrong with a map?” Zoro snapped back.

“Well, nothing…” Nami said.

“Unless you can’t actually read it!” Luffy shouted out, not able to help himself. He cackled. Zoro shot him a glare, and he laughed even more. He crossed his arms over his broad chest.

“Yeah, well whatever. Next time I get lost, I’ll get a fucking smartphone. Deal?” Zoro said, to get them off his back more than anything.

Nami’s eyes lit up conspiratorially. “Don’t say stuff like that unless you mean it, Zoro.”

Zoro waved her off. They all knew that he certainly wasn’t going to purchase his own phone, so it was a moot point. It worked perfectly fine. Plus, it was hers. He’d keep it as long as it worked.

-

He was pulled from his reverie by Nami yelling his name.

“ZORO,” She yelled. He picked his phone back up and placed it at his ear.

“Goddamn it, Nami. I fucking know I suck at directions, please stop bitching at me,” He growled.

She started to say something, but stopped herself with a sigh. “Ugh. You exhaust me.” She replied.

“What else is new?” He snapped back.

“Whatever, Zoro. I just can’t believe you got lost on the way to your own birthday party.”

“Like I even care about this shit anyway,” He said. “It’s you and Luffy that always insist on throwing a party in the first place.”

“Hey man, don’t pretend like you don’t like eating food and getting shit-faced.”

He rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything. He knew he didn’t have an argument there.

“Can you see a street sign anywhere?” Nami finally asked after a few moments when there was no reply.

Zoro looked up towards the streetlight and squinted at a sign in the distance. “Yeah, it looks like I’m at the corner of Alabasta and Logue Town drive.”

“Thank Christ,” Nami sighed. “You’re not that far. I’ll send Franky and Sanji to go get you.”

Zoro groaned. “Why does Sanji have to come? Doesn’t he have a fucking cake to bake or something?”

“They need to go out and get a few things from the store,” Nami said. “Listen, you’re the one that’s lost. Suck it up.”

“Ugh. Fine. See you soon.” He hung up, not wanting to hear anything else.

It took Franky and Sanji about 10 minutes to get to him.Thankfully, they just decided to have Zoro follow behind them in his car rather than ride together. Zoro wasn’t sure he could stop himself from punching that jackass directly in the face if he said anything to him.

They finally got back to Robin’s house where they were having the party. Robin was for sure the most adult out of any of them. She’d already bought this crazy historic home and had a job at an archeology firm while everybody else was living in shitty, thrown-together apartment complexes, eating pizza rolls and beer for every meal.

Sanji had looked like he was going to start some shit when they got out of the car, but decided against it when Zoro gave him a look. Plus, Sanji thought, it’s the guy’s birthday. Probably should lay off for one night.

Everyone was pleased to see him, and only gave him a moderately hard time about getting lost on the way to his own party. And despite himself, Zoro gave in to the jovial atmosphere. A few beers certainly helped. By the time he and Luffy had teamed up to play beer pong against Law and Usopp (“Sniper-king, my ass,” Zoro had thought to himself on Usopp’s third consecutive loss), Zoro was feeling pretty damn good. These were his people. They’d been the ones that were there for him. Even when new friends were added to the group, they’d always fit in. Luffy was the usual recruiter, and he somehow managed to find some cool-ass people.

The best time to give Zoro any gifts, Nami had discovered, was when he was sufficiently plastered enough to not object to them. Zoro was always more affectionate and willing to be the recipient of attention when he was drunk.

“Alright!” Nami announced over the blare of the music. “It’s present time, you degenerates! Sit your asses down!”

Franky turned the music down from his smartwatch, lowering it to a dull roar. Zoro was feeling warm and smiley, so he didn’t object when Robin lead him to the couch in the middle of the living room to receive his gift.

“What did y’all fuckers get me this time?” Zoro laughed, slurring a bit as he talked.

Nami rolled her eyes and Luffy just bounced excitedly from the armchair across the room. No matter how much he had to drink, it would seem, Luffy was always one big ball of energy.

“Remember,” Nami said, handing him a small, delicately wrapped box. “You promised.”

Zoro furrowed his brow, confusedly. “I promised?” He started to open the box, a bit nervous all of a sudden about what he would find under the shiny paper.

When he finally finished unwrapping the box, he froze. In his hand, he found a brand new iPhone. He looked up at his friends, knowing how much something like this cost.

“Guys, this is ridiculous,” He said, not knowing exactly how he felt.

“Stop,” Nami said, holding a hand up.

“Yeah, we all pitched in! Even Sanji!” Luffy grinned from his chair. “So no take backsies!”

He looked up at the room full of expectant faces, flushed from the alcohol and the good company. There was a pit in his stomach. On the one hand, he was angry. They knew how he felt about his phone. They knew what it meant to him. It wasn’t just a stupid phone. On the other hand, he was touched. Touched that his friends had come together to help him out. He found himself putting his hand in his pocket, thumbing over the ancient flip-phone that had once been hers.

“Guys, my phone works perfectly well,” He managed after swallowing. “This is completely unnecessary.”

“C’mon man,” Usopp clapped his hand on his shoulder. “You know it isn’t unnecessary. Do you need a reminder that you got lost on the way to your own party tonight?” He laughed.

Zoro remained silent, one hand gripping the new phone, and the other deep in the pocket of his pants.

“So, of course, we figured that you’d feel this way,” Robin chimed in. “So, that’s only one part of the gift.”

Zoro snapped his head towards Robin, the crease in his brow deepening. She pulled out another box from behind her back and handed it to him. This one was slightly larger, and a bit heavier. He peeled back the wrapping paper.

“It’s a shadow box,” Franky said. “So you can still keep your old phone, too.”

“Just on display on the shelf,” Nami said. “Instead of in your pocket.”

“We know how much it means to you, mosshead,” Sanji grumbled from the doorway. “You don’t have to get rid of the old phone. So, just accept the gift already.”

Zoro felt himself get teary-eyed. He told himself it was the alcohol as he wiped his hand over his eyes before tears could fall down his cheeks. “Thanks guys,” Was all he could manage.

Knowing that he needed the attention off of him, his friends just laughed and cheered, turning the music up to get back to the party. Franky spent the rest of the evening helping set up Zoro’s phone and showing him all of the functions that he would have access to. Zoro was still so overwhelmed, but he tried to make himself pay attention. Finally, and most importantly, Franky downloaded Google Maps and showed him how to use it. Zoro pocketed the phone with a slight smile and a ‘thank you.’ It felt heavy and big in the back pocket of his jeans. His heart felt heavy too. He couldn’t help but feel like this was the end of something. But somewhere, he knew that Kuina would be looking down on him, so happy that he had found such thoughtful friends.

Luffy raised his glass for a toast. “To Zoro! And never getting lost again!”

The rest of them raised their glasses, looking over to Zoro expectantly as they waited for him to raise his glass too. He reached for his beer and raised it slightly with a smirk.

“You motherfuckers are gonna regret this,” He grinned finally. “Getting lost was my only character defect. Now I’ll be unstoppable.”

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[conspirwbytheorist-inactive]

Who's your favourite villain (I feel like I already know the answer) and from the main cast of heroes (RWBYALPN)?

Lol, am I that obvious? XD I actually have 2 favorite villains (I call them my Problematic Bastard Maidens):

1) Raven (duh): Everyone's favorite "Mom of the Year", I love how nuanced her relationship with Yang is. Epic subversion of "lone samurai absentee father". Badass design, one of the most complicated characters in the show, and, at the same time, one of the easiest to sass for poor life choices. I'm a sucker for comedic juxtaposition and any character that can simultaneously be "compassionate and complex take on the fears/insecurities around parenthood" and "that bitch who 100% lived in bushes and shouted at children as a bird instead of saying hi" checks all my boxes.

2) Cinder: Always thought she was cool, but then I started analysis and HOLY CRAP! This woman is woven into SO MUCH of the show. References, allusions, parallels - pick almost any main/secondary character and there's a good chance you can find a fairly compelling tie to Cinder. She's like the Kevin Bacon of RWBY characters, man. Also very complicated as an individual. Love the potential directions they could go with her. While I know it's unhealthy for her, her commitment to burning down the institutions that abused her is SO satisfying to watch.

As for favorite main character, that one's a little hard to choose bc I would probably throw down for any of these kids in a heartbeat. But. I'm going to have to go with:

Yang: The amount of. . .very specific ways I relate to this character is frankly obscene. Like "I am also a Leo that likes punching and is a crazy smart impulsive dumbass named after sunshine who has always been defined by their hair and was 17 at the start of the series" levels of obscene.

If you've read any of my analysis on this character, I have some very specific themes. Mostly about self love and being pateint with herself. Because that's something I constantly struggle with and having someone so crazily similar to myself that I can feel those feelings for has done a lot in terms of becoming more at peace with myself. Like. If I can love and accept Yang for not being perfect, why can't I do that for me? Which is why media is an awesome tool for processing shit, lol. Even if the rest of the show were to go off the rails somehow, the emotional connection I have to Yang will always hold a special place in my heart. :)

Also. Just to put it out there. You haven't experienced meta until you've discussed how your tumblr posts psychoanlyzing the yellow anime girl are an exercise in self love with your 60 year old, butch-ass therapist. 10/10 highly recommend 😂🤣

#personal #ask #anon #it's a conspirwby! #So yeah. If you ever wondered where I'm coming from or my approach to the show #This is basically it lol #this is probably more than you bargained for anon but this was fun to answer!

[screensirenfic]

Menthol Cigarettes - Chapter 35

I barely slept a wink that night; too busy tossing and turning as I tried to come up with a reason why this had happened. Why he had done this to me.

I mean; it wasn’t like she actually saw him doing anything, and El insisted that he was fully dressed, but still; it was pretty obvious what was going on.

She liked to believe that that girl was in trouble; that somehow, for some reason Billy was hurting her, even after I tried to explain the ‘other’ possibilities that seemed much more likely.

I don’t know if I’d have preferred it; honestly?!

I mean; sometimes Billy acted a total psycho, and I knew that it wasn’t always aimed at me, but was I really gonna talk myself into this instead of just accepting he was cheating?!

So, that was why we were here, marching up to Max’s house, because El honestly believed that girl was in trouble, and I was too much of a paranoid bitch to leave everything to chance.

“It’s going to start pouring soon. We should be at the mall, or watching a movie, or something...” Said Max, for once being the naysayer in the situation.

“You don’t believe me?” Eleven asked; still set on confirming her vision with her own two eyes.

“I believe you saw some super weird stuff; totally!” Max reassured her; unwilling to come across as the skeptic, no matter what the reality was.

“But you said Mike’s senses you in there before, right?” Max asked, trying her best to sound reasonable.

“So maybe it was just like that. Maybe Billy sensed you somehow.”

Maybe she’d like to think that was true, but needless to say, it had Eleven’s hackles up; mine too, although that was for an entirely different reason.

I mean; could he really be that much of a scumbag?!

I thought we’d gotten over this months ago; Billy finally realising that just because he had a reputation as a ladies man, didn’t mean he had to keep it up when he was in a relationship.

Of course; this wasn’t just a simple case of harmless flirting.

This was a full on, hardcore fu-

“His car’s not here.”

Max stated; her and El having managed to trail ahead of all my fretting as we now stood in front of the house.

“Are you sure you both wanna do this?” She asked, to which both nodded resolutely.

Whatever laid in wait inside Billy’s room; I could handle it.

I’d already had to deal with much worse.

——————————————————-

Sometimes I was grateful my upbringing hadn’t been exactly conventional, and this was one of those times…

Some girl’s dads taught them to change a tire, or put up a shelf, but mine had taught me to shoot rifles, throw punches, and in this case; pick locks.

Not to say it was an easy task, especially with two teenagers breathing down your neck like this was an episode of Jeopardy!

“Almost got it…” I said; thankful that my bobby pin hadn’t decided to break on me yet.

A click sounded, and the pin turned.

“There…” I smiled, turning the handle and pushing the door open wide.

“Why do I get the feeling we’re gonna find all kinds of wrong in here?” Max asked, lingering by the doorway whilst I walked straight in, already intimately familiar with the room in question.

I don’t exactly know what we were planning to find in here.

I mean; I’m pretty sure we all had very different explanations of Billy’s weird behaviour; some wilder than others.

El was expecting to find a body, or something; too many late nights spent watching cop shows with dad to have any real grasp on what to expect in an investigation.

Max was…

Well; I’m not entirely sure what Max was looking for. Probably something to prove her brothers innocence; as weird as that sounded when referring to a boy like Billy Hargrove.

And I wanted to find… Well; nothing.

I wanted to find the place exactly how I’d left it in the vain hope that it would put my anxiety to bed, and I could go on living like I had before; with one dedicated, if a little over-possessive boyfriend, who’d never dream of hurting me.

El launched straight into investigator mode, heading over to his closet to sort through hanger after hanger of double denim and cotton shirts, whilst I stuck to the edges of the room; eyes and fingertips skimming over the culmination of my boyfriend’s existence.

It didn’t look like the room of a cheater.

Not with copious amounts of photographs of us together plastered on whatever surface they’d stick to.

Whether it be cute little polaroids of us in the Camaro when the sun hit just right and made us look like movie stars; or dumb photo booth print outs where we’d pull faces that he’d never let see the light of day outside his safe space; he kept them all.

My hand lingered over a particularly memorable one; a polaroid just bordering on decent of the pair of us in bed together, my bare chest barely covered by the sheet as Billy held the camera high in the air, grinning up at it whilst I buried my face in his neck.

I remembered the day he took that photo;

I’d just bought him that camera as a late birthday present, and he was complaining that I could’ve got him something more fun; “fun” being the key word here that usually translated as “obscene” to Billy.

I’d insisted that we could have plenty of “fun” with his polaroid camera, which proceeded in him coercing me into letting him take a couple of “artistic” shots; cuing the start of his little photograph collection that he was so keen on expanding.

After he’d finished, and taken liberties to indulging in a near dizzying amount of birthday sex, he’d reached across to take “one last photo”; this being one he could keep on his wall, despite my insistence otherwise.

I’d been nervous and embarrassed of it back then; not wanting him to get in trouble if his dad happened to find it taped to his mirror of something, but now; I could finally see the beauty in it.

Billy looked so relaxed and carefree; like it was honestly one of the happiest moments in his life, and even with my face half hidden against his skin, I was smiling too; a clear sign that despite my protests, I was loving every minute of-

“Ugh! Gag me with a spoon!”

Max groaned; having stumbled across Billy’s so-called “underwear” drawer in his nightstand, which was actually filled with girlie magazines and “souvenir” pairs of my panties.

“Hey; Lo. This has got your name on it-“

I darted over to her, snatching the labelled envelope from her hand, absolutely adamant that the kid should never be exposed to its contents.

“Trust me. You do not want to see that.” I warned, watching as the kid’s face crinkled in disgust; probably already guessing exactly what Billy would keep in there.

I shoved the envelope back in the drawer, slamming it shut; because who knew what else Billy kept in there, and with that Max took the opportunity to further the parameters of her search to the bathroom, El following behind.

———————————

It was weird being here without Billy, looking at his things with a strange sort of detachment which I couldn’t quite grasp.

Everything in this room held so many memories for me; whether it be the spicy scent of his cologne triggering flashbacks of his arms around me, or the sight of his leather jacket slumped on a chair; my mind racing bak to all the times I’d seen him in it before and felt my heartbeat pick up.

I walked over to it, picking it up and just holding it for a minute, thumbs running over all the bumps and creases in the worn leather, reminding me of the first time he’d asked me to dance; a once bittersweet memory gotten sweeter with time and circumstance.

He’d been such an ass back then.

Still was, if I was being honest; but I’d learnt to love that about him, even when he drove me crazy half the time.

I wondered if he’d known back then?

That beneath all that macho horse crap, and maschoist sadism, that he’d seen the possibilities of what this really could be.

I lifted his jacket to my face, inhaling the scent of cigarette smoke and stale cologne that always seemed to put my mind at ease.

“Lola;  I think you’re gonna want to see this…”

———————————

I walked into Billy’s bathroom, fully expecting my world to come tumbling down at the inevitable evidence of his cheating.

Instead; my heart dropped for another reason;

“Where did you find that?”

My eyes fell upon the red and yellow form of a lifeguard whistle; blood bright against the yellow plastic as it hand from Max’s hand.

“From the trash.” Max replied; picking up the dread in my tone.

“Do you think it could be-“

I opened my mouth to express denial, when Eleven interrupted;

“No. It’s hers.”

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[fangirling-throughlife]

When I was under 12 I was VERY SKINNY. I’d come back from vacations weighing 3 kg less, they had to weigh my food so they could control what I ate (because of diabetes, nothing more), but I would still hide and throw away the foods I didn’t like. The thing is, I associated food with insulin shot, and I didn’t like that, so I simply didn’t eat much. 

But when I was 10 or 11 I figured why I lost weight when I ate obscene amounts of ice cream: I’m lactose intolerant, so I ate 3 ice creams a day and then I was sick the next two days. I’ve loved dairy products my entire life (cream, milk, cheese, yoghurt...), and there was always plenty in our fridge. During that time, my mum started to buy things I really liked, such as sausages, sweetened candy and cream. And I ate half a kg a day, and then I’d eat half a pack of cream and I didn’t put on weight. One day my mum found out (about the sausages) and she took me to the doctor because she believed I had boulimia. The thing is, I don’t know if this is considered boulimia. But my paediatrician talked to me for about an hour and I kinda stopped doing that (okay, my mum just stopped buying those things in bulk). 

With an insulin pump (which means appetite), my period and my genes (all the women in my family are either starving themselves or overweight), I’m very slightly overweight now. The thing is, it’s in my boobs and my ass mainly, so not even doctors talk much about it. I have gained some weight since I moved (my aunt makes me eat and won’t shut up until I do so), and I saw it first on Christmas day when I saw I positively look pregnant (because I’ve gained weight in my lower abdomen), and today I had to change my jeans because I couldn’t get them past my ass. Yesterday I almost bought normal (non dairy-free) milk, because fuck it, then I’ll lose some weight. I’m so scared I’m going to fall back into that, which was so effective but made me feel so sick most of the time. I don’t want to tell it to any doctors or anything, because they’ll make me cut on food and I eat very little as it is, and I’ll have to exercise more and I don’t have any time. Just hope that the pandemic is over soon and I can get back to my non-stop crazy life so I lose these pandemic kg again. 

#tw: food disorder #tw: boulimia

[spine-buster]

Alone, Together | Chapter 16 | Morgan Rielly

A/N:  Welp, this story isn’t showing up in the morgan rielly tag anymore even though it’s my first tag in the list.  Anyone know a possible reason?  

I’m still on a high from the Raptors parade today.  Enjoy.

Bee had her outfit laid out on the chair in Morgan’s room, but she ignored it while she lied in bed with him and felt his fingers move in and out of her lazily, making her squirm for how sensitive she was getting but also making her mad for how slowly he was taking this.  They faced each other in the bed, her leg hooked over his, and he was holding her in his free arm; so soft and so gentle but also biting down on her skin and licking at her breasts and telling her what a good girl she was being as she kept trying to grind harder on his hand between her legs, only for him to pull away momentarily or go even slower which would drive her fucking insane.  

She still needed to take a shower.  She still needed to style her hair and do her makeup.  Her winged eyeliner alone took her like ten minutes.  But here she was.  Morgan was fingering her in his bed, and there was no way she was going to leave.  

They were definitely going to be late to Auston’s New Year’s Eve party.  

When he got back from his Christmas break in Vancouver and from the road game they played in Columbus, he seemingly couldn’t keep his hands off her.  She didn’t know what it was or what had gotten into him, but the second he arrived back in the city he’d called her, and by the first two minutes she was over his apartment, he’d pinned her against his door and was in her.  Literally.  The following night, after an upsetting loss to the Islanders at Scotiabank Arena, they went back to her place and engaged in four or five different rounds of sex throughout the night.  Yesterday, though she was out a majority of the day with Angie, she kept getting messages from him explaining what he wanted to do to her that night.  When she got home, he ate her out like she was the last meal on earth, until she felt like she was going to have a heart attack, which was apparently common for her now.  Even then, he let her relax for a bit until he went for a round two.

Everybody enjoyed good sex.  Everybody.  And when it becomes so available, nobody really passes on the opportunity.  Including her.  She loved feeling good, and she loved that he was the one able to make her feel so good, because he was a damn good lover, and a very generous one at that (she was generous too, let’s not get the story wrong here), but she wondered where all of this was coming from.  He told her he was just making up for lost time, but they had only been apart from each other for five days.  They’d been apart from each other longer, even just recently, and he hadn’t acted this way when he came back.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” he whispered, curling his fingers in her and making her whimper loudly.  They’d resumed much of their dirty talk, too, after they had explored it before Christmas.  It was a staple now.  She couldn’t believe how much it turned her on and added to the whole experience.  “You like when I touch you like this, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes,” she nodded her head.  “You always make me feel so good Morgan.”

He slipped another finger into her, and she writhed at the sensation of his fingers curling in her, hitting the spot she so desperately needed to hit.  He smiled and bit his lip.  “So good for me baby.  So wet.  So fucking wet.”  He lowered his head to kiss and bite at her neck.  He looked down to her boobs spilling out of her blush pink bra and curled his fingers again, making her grind onto his hand.  

“I’m so close Mo,” she said desperately.  “Please.  Go faster.  Go harder.”

“No,” he denied her.  “We’re gonna take it nice and slow.”

“Morgan.”

“Nice and slow,” he repeated, taking his fingers almost fully out of her as punishment, garnering another whimper from her.  He pushed them back in at an excruciatingly slow pace, and she wanted to kill him.  

“Morgan, please,” she was frantic.  “I want to come so bad.”

“Nice and slow,” he repeated, and she could only toss her head back and moan at his insistency before accepting her fate.  

She didn’t know how long they were lying there for, but when he slipped in yet another finger, and curled them all against her walls, it all became too much for her, and soon, she was completely gone.  Her orgasm washed over her, slow and powerful as it made its way throughout her whole body, and she was shaking from the sheer intensity of it.  She closed her thighs around his hand as he continued his movements, letting her ride it out for as long as possible.  He finally stopped when her body stopped shaking, and he took the opportunity to bring the hand that was buried in her up to his mouth.  They stared at each other as he sucked his fingers, loving the taste of her.  

“Fuck,” she muttered, barely waiting for her fingers to leave his mouth before she crashed her lips onto his, desperate to taste it too.  He made her fucking crazy.  Her body was a puddle off goo from her orgasm but he continued to find ways, the simplest of ways, to get her hot and bothered.  “You are a fucking gift, Morgan Rielly.”

“Hmm, so are you,” he mumbled in between kissing, trying to pull her body on top of him.  “The things I would do to you.  God.  Get up here.”

“Moooo,” she whined.  It was taking everything in her not to give in.  “I’ve gotta shower.”

“Shower?  For what?”

“For Auston’s party, dummy.”

“Ugh, whatever,” he groaned.  “Do we have to go?  We have much better things we could be doing.”

Bee snorted.  “Yes we have to go.  He’s your friend – our friend – and he’s expecting us to be there.  I even made cupcakes.”

He groaned again, moving to lie down on his back since he knew he wasn’t going to win.  “Why do you have to be such a good person?”

She shook her head at his question.  “That must be the horny talking.  If I get anymore action after what’s been going on these past couple of days they’re gonna have to put ‘Death by Morgan Rielly’s dick’ on my gravestone.”

It was his turn to snort.  “Well what do you expect when you have a nice pink bra like that on?” he asked rhetorically.  

She looked down quickly at her bra.  Blush coloured, satin with some lace.  Expensive, of course; or at least more than what she had previously paid for her bras.  It fit well, cupped her breasts perfectly, didn’t tug at her skin or give her indents.  The straps didn’t fall down her arms like they usually did.  She unclasped her bra and threw it at him, garnering a smile as it landed on his chest.  She gave him a wink before turning and walking into the bathroom to turn on the shower.  In the full-length mirror in the washroom, she looked at her body until the mirror began to fog.  She saw her tummy a little fuller thanks to Christmas; she saw her hips and thighs, wide as ever; she saw her arms lead up to her shoulders, now peppered with love bites.

Morgan had never mentioned anything about bras or panties or lingerie before she went on her shopping spree with the girls.  But now, with all the new satin and lace and bodysuits and baby dolls (though he’d only really seen the bodysuit in terms of lingerie), he couldn’t keep his hands off her.  He’d comment on the colour, the material, how good it made her boobs look, how good it made her ass look.  While she obviously enjoyed the compliments, and the hunger derived from it, she wondered if he thought these things before all the satin and lace.  Before the bodysuits and baby dolls.  Before the nice clothes and Chanel bags.

Morgan never once made her feel self-conscious about her body – in fact, it was the exact opposite – but she still couldn’t help but feel so.  She knew he was attracted to her in every way.  But did he like her better when she looked more put together, more sophisticated, like the other wives and girlfriends?  Did he like her better with her new hair, the makeup, the nice shoes and designer bags?  He’d always compliment on how good a pair of jeans fit her, or how her boobs looked in a top.  If she went back to the basic tops and pants, and outfits that she wore only weeks ago, would he still be attracted to her?  Could she still be with him?  Could she still be comfortable with him, knowing how much he seemed to love her new look?  Would he be comfortable with her going back to that look?  Or would he be embarrassed?

She stepped out of the shower, wrapping her hair in a towel before throwing on one of his bathrobes.  When she emerged, all the steam from the hot water escaping with her, she found Morgan still on the bed, scrolling through his phone.  He looked over at her and gave her a smile.  Her shower thoughts were still on her mind as she gave him a small smile back, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge.  She felt him move so that he was on his knees behind her.  

“I have a question for you,” he said in a low voice, placing a quick kiss on the exposed skin between the bathrobe and the towel wrapped around her head.

“No, we cannot skip Auston’s party,” she answered.

He let out a small chuckle.  “No no, not that.  Um, on January 21st the team has this big fundraiser at the Fairmont Royal York.  It’s called the Night With Blue and White,” he explained.  “It’s the biggest charity event we do.  All the proceeds to go the MLSE Launchpad.  It’s, like, $10,000 a table, and Rogers and all these other companies sponsor it.”

“And?”

“And it’s a gala event.  And I’d like it if you can be there with me.  So will you come?”

She couldn’t help but smile.  His tone was so serious, so hesitant; as if he was worried she would say no.  As if she’d say no.  “Of course I’ll come.  You want me there?”

“Of course I do,” he said gently, unwrapping the towel from her head to let her wet hair cascade down, giving her another kiss in the same spot between her shoulder and neck.  

She thought about the event, how many rich and important people would be there mingling and donating obscene amounts of money for the cause.  She thought about the glamour of it all, of all the women in high heels and expensive dresses, the men in dapper suits and pockets as deep as their company’s chequebook.  She thought about the historic venue, the flashing lights, the catered food and the deluxe bar.  

She thought about what she’d have to wear.  How much she’d have to get done up.  Going out to buy a fancy dress.  Going to get her hair done.  

“I already know you’re going to look so good that night,” he said, dragging his lips along the skin on her neck.  “You’ll knock ‘em all dead.”

She hesitated, her thoughts giving her so much anxiety.  “Morgan?”

“Mhm?”

“Do you like me more with all the nice clothes?”

Morgan stopped dead in his tracks.  He couldn’t believe she could be thinking something like that, so…so untrue, so incorrect and so mistaken and so fallacious.  His stomach was in knots as the words hung heavy in the air.  He didn’t know how to express his thoughts.  Words were a foreign concept to him.  “Briony…I…what?”

“You know what, it’s alright,” she said hurriedly.  “Forget I asked.  Forget it.”

He wasn’t going to let this one go.  There was no fucking way he was going to let this one go.  “No no no, hold on,” he said, practically jumping off the bed to kneel in front of her.  She wouldn’t even look at him.  “Briony.  Look at me.”

“No.  Just forget it.”

“Briony,” he said sternly.  Her eyes met his and they were already welling up with tears – he didn’t know if it was from embarrassment or sadness or whatever else.  “What do you mean ‘Do you like me more with all nice clothes’?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Have I not been showing you enough how much I love your body?” he asked.

She shook her head vehemently.  “It’s not that.  I know that you love my body.”

“Then what is it?”

“ Do you only love my body when it has nice clothes on it?”

“Briony, no,” he said firmly, the whole concept completely absurd to him.

“Because I’ve noticed…I don’t know.  You haven’t been able to keep your hands off me since I got all the nice stuff.  And I’m not complaining about you not being able to keep your hands off me, because you know I would never complain about that, but I can’t help but feel like ever since I started dressing nicer there’s been this…change.”

“What change?”

“That you’re, like…” she was scared to say the next part.  But she knew that if she didn’t get it off her chest it would be on her mind forever.  She didn’t want to start the New Year with these types of thoughts.  “You’re more attracted to me because I look better now.  Because I don’t look so cheap and so poor and this is some sort of new Briony that doesn’t look like the old Briony and you like the new Briony much better, even though the old Briony, like, the character of Briony, is still the same despite all the designer clothes.”

He felt sick to his stomach that she was feeling this way and hadn’t told him up until now.  Absolutely sick to his fucking stomach.  “Briony, it’s not like that at all,” he stressed.  “To me, there’s no old Briony and new Briony.  There’s just Briony.  I don’t…I…there’s no distinction to me.  You’re the same Briony but with new clothes.  But those new clothes don’t matter.  I don’t care if you wear head to toe Gucci or not.  You can wear a burlap sac for all I care.  I’d still…I’d never, never --”

“You’re always saying how good I look, how good my boobs or my butt looks, and it’s nice, but I don’t know if --”

“I say those things because I want you to feel confident about yourself!” he exclaimed.  “I know you’re still getting used to all this.  I just want you to feel comfortable after you felt so violated from the break and enter.  I can’t believe you would feel like this and not tell me.  Bumblebee, I don’t care what you look like.  I don’t care.  That’s not important to me,” he was so desperate to get his point across he was almost on the verge of tears.

She sniffled, holding back any more tears she had as much as possible.  “You don’t?”

“No, Briony.  No.  God,” he muttered under his breath.  “Briony, you have no idea.  You have no idea how much I feel like the luckiest guy in the room by just standing beside you.”

She took a deep breath.  “Okay…okay…”

“The only thing I care about is you feeling good about yourself, and it doesn’t matter what you wear to make you feel that way” he said.  “And if there’s anything that I can do to help with that, you need to tell me, because I’d rather fucking die than make you feel uncomfortable or have you think I only like you when you look a certain way.”

She nodded her head.  She understood now.  She got it.  “Okay,” she said softly, nodding her head.

“Briony, I’m serious.  You need to tell me these things.  I don’t like that you think I’m only attracted to you because of the clothes on your body.  That cannot be further from the truth,” he said.  

“I know.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize.  Just…talk to me, okay?  Don’t bottle this stuff in.  There are a million things that are loveable about you and none of them have to do with the way you look.”

“I won’t.  I’m sorry.  I won’t.”

He learned forward and wrapped his arms around her.  He didn’t want to let go.  He couldn’t let go.  Not until she felt what he had just been trying to tell her; not until she knew he meant every word of what he just said, and would keep saying it to her until she knew he meant it.  

***

“You guys are late,” Auston said as Morgan and Briony walked through his door.  He was already, maybe, a little bit drunk, but he was in the privacy of his own home so he really didn’t care.

“Is it past midnight?” Morgan asked.

“No.”

“Then we’re not late,” he shrugged his shoulders.

“Wow.”

“We had an emergency with the cupcakes,” Briony lied, holding them up for Auston to see.  

“Cupcakes?  You made cupcakes?”

“Only for you, Auston,” she winked, showing him the intricately decorated confectionery.  

His eyes went wide as he admired the icing and decoration.  He looked at Briony like she had just presented him with a golden compass.  “Are you sure you don’t have a sister I can hook up with?  Are you positive?”

“Even if I did I wouldn’t let her date you,” she took the cupcakes away from him.  

“That hurts.”

Before Bee could respond, a loud ‘Auston!’ was heard from somewhere inside the condo, and Morgan, Bee, and Auston watched as a blonde girl waved at him, motioning for him to come back to his dining room table, where he had set up beer pong.  Bee couldn’t help but laugh.  “I’m sure you’ll get over it soon.”

As Auston went back to his lady friend, Bee and Morgan made their way into the apartment, finding Fred, Tyler, Zach and Alannah, and John and Aryne.  Travis Dermott and his girlfriend brought her friends, Kasperi Kapanen was with a lady friend who happened to bring her friends, and Mitch Marner and Steph were there, surrounded by a few of her friends.  Overall, it was a pretty full party, and Bee immediately found comfort and solace with Aryne and Alannah.  

“Giiiiirl!  That bag looks so good,” Aryne hugged her tightly, grabbing the Chanel bag in both hands.  “I should have gotten one for myself.”

“You can’t.  This is Bee’s bag now,” Alannah laughed as she moved to hug Bee as well.  “How’ve you been?  How’s the new place?”

“Oh, it’s great,” Bee smiled.  “Views are amazing, building’s amazing…I mean compared to what I had, this place is off the charts.”

“I know you’re busy trying to find a job, but we should all have a girl’s night soon,” Alannah suggested.  “I can bring over a stack of wedding magazines.  Lord knows I need to start making some choices.”

“Don’t say that too loud,” Aryne rolled her eyes a bit, discreetly nodding over to the sexy, longhaired bleach blonde standing next to Kasperi who was sipping on a tallboy.  She was very, very attractive, and Bee could understand why she was Kasperi’s current flavour.  “Cassidy might overhear and invite herself.”

“Are we…are we not…” Bee was a bit confused.  

“She’s been on her phone more than she’s talked to Kappy tonight,” Alannah said.  “She pretended to act dumb but she definitely knows who everybody in this room is.  I don’t get a good vibe from her.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Bee asked.  “Knowing everybody here, I mean?  Wouldn’t you rather have it that way?”

“Not the way that she knows everybody,” Aryne said.  “You know how you know everybody as just, like, Zach or John or Fred or whatever?  You don’t care?  She knows and sees people as Zach Hyman of the Toronto Maple Leafs, John Tavares of the Toronto Maple Leafs, Frederik Andersen of the Toronto Maple Leafs,” she explained.  “It’s all about status to her.  She knows she’s at a party at Auston Matthews’s apartment with a bunch of Leafs players.  She’s probably putting it all over her Snapchat or Instagram stories, pretending to be discreet about it, but really showing off where she is and who she’s with.  Girls like that are all the same.”

“Fame hungry?” Bee clarified.

“Exactly.  Just waiting for someone to pick up on it and start talking about them so their name gets out there.  I bet she’s an Instagram model or has her own YouTube channel where she models bikinis she gets sent from FashionNova.  They’re all the same.”

“Aryne!” Alannah giggled.  “Tell me what’s really on your mind why don’t you!”

“Listen.  My New Year’s resolution is to try to be less judgemental as a whole but for girls like that, I can’t help it,” Aryne giggled slightly.  “They’re so transparent it’s almost comical.  And it’s always the young guys who fall for them.”

“Anyways,” Alannah put an end to the conversation with just one word.  She didn’t want to be talking about girlfriends of the month the whole night.  “Has Morgan told you about the Night with Blue and White?” she asked.

Bee blushed.  “Uh, yeah.  He actually asked me tonight.”

“And you’re coming?” Aryne asked.  Bee nodded her head.  “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeep!” Aryne squealed loudly.  “Oh my God this is gonna be so fun!  We’re going to need to go shopping for dresses!  And shoes!”

“It’s honestly such a fun night,” Alannah smiled.  “We’re going to have a blast.  You get to meet so many people.  It’ll actually be so good for you considering you’re on the job hunt.”

Bee hadn’t even considered that.  She hadn’t considered that it could be a great opportunity for her, rather than just some event put on by the Leafs that she would accompany Morgan to.  She never considered that she would be mingling with people who could hire her.  Now she really wanted to go.  Of course she’d be there primarily to support Morgan, but it didn’t hurt that she’d be able to try and land a job interview.  “That’s actually a great point…” she said.

“I’m a smart girl,” Alannah winked.

***

“Somebody get the champagne ready!”

“Pour it out!  Pour it out!”

“Save some to pop!”

Morgan was drunk.  The smiley kind of drunk.  The kind of drunk where all he wanted to do was put his hands on Bee’s ass and keep them there.  But he still had some semblance of a conscience – he knew that in public spaces that was frowned upon, especially in front of friends, so he tried his hardest to rid the thoughts from his mind as some more sober members of the group (Zach, Fred) poured the champagne into plastic flutes for the entire party.  

It was a little over five minutes until the countdown, and everybody was getting excited.  Morgan couldn’t remember how much alcohol he drank.  It was a lot.  What he could remember was talking to Zach about how much he liked Bee, how he wanted to take her back home to Vancouver so bad, how he loved the smell of her hair and waking up with his face buried in it in the morning.  Zach could only laugh, as he was the sober one being designated driver, and he kept commenting how bad Morgan had it for her, and Morgan could only nod and drink more beer and talk more about how much he liked her before he moved on to Fred and told him the exact same thing.  Now, with the countdown soon approaching, everybody began to pair up with their significant others.  

“Mo gets his own bottle of champagne!” Auston yelled, handing him a bottle, to which everybody cheered at.  Morgan took the bottle, noticing the cork was already half out.  He didn’t want to hold on to it without holding on to Bee.  He looked around the room for her.

Bee was standing next to Aryne, who was smoothing down her husband’s shirt, looking down at her phone.  She hadn’t noticed Morgan looking for her because she was too busy reading a barrage of messages that had made their way to her Instagram inbox.

lmao i bet morgan bought u that chanel bag.  doesn’t that mean he’s ur sugar daddy??? ur pathetic

now u think ur hot shit always wearing that chanel bag everywhere

You wear that Chanel bag everywhere now bc you want everyone to know Morgan bought it for you.  You reek of desperation.  Don’t think we didn’t know it was you in Sephora just bc the pic was blurry.

don’t think we don’t see u in cassidy’s videos from the party. ur prob begging her to include u.  ur literally so desperate its insane

no clue what morgan sees in you.  you’re not as pretty as any of the other wags and you don’t fit in either.  you prob won’t last long.

Yet again ur at a party w the leafs but decide not to post pics or videos, making other ppl like kappy’s girl post them with u in them. Ur not very smart r u? the game ur playing is dumb.

Bee felt an arm wrap around her shoulders, and looked up to see Morgan, a drunken grin plastered on his face.  He was clutching an entire bottle of champagne.  She locked her phone screen immediately.  She knew just by looking at him that he was too drunk to read, but she didn’t want to take the chance of him seeing the messages.  “Hello, stranger,” she smiled.

“Hey sexy,” he tried to wink, but just ended up blinking really hard.  She snorted at his attempt.  “You ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

“How drunk are you?” she asked.

“I’m…” he couldn’t find the right words.  “I’m right on it.  Right on the line.”

“And why do you have an entire bottle of champagne?”

“Matts wanted me to have it,” he said, bringing it up to her lips, pretending to pour it.  “For the countdown.  Are you gonna countdown with me?”

“Of course I am,” she smiled.

As they made their way near the front of the TV, which was showing the live broadcast from Nathan Phillips Square in downtown Toronto – 90 seconds to go! –  Morgan’s arm was still draped around Bee’s shoulders.  Bee wrapped an arm around his waist to try and steady his drunken rocking form side to side.  When she did so, he bent his head down to kiss her temple.  “I know I’m piss drunk right now but can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” she said quietly.

Thirty!  Twenty-nine!  Twenty-eight!

“Every fuckin’ day I thank my lucky stars that someone sent a drink to your table pretending to be me,” he mumbled.  The hair on the back of Bee’s neck stood on end.  “Every.  Fuckin’.  Day.  Like, you don’t even understand Briony.  Everyday.”

It was at that moment that Bee realized that it didn’t matter what anonymous messages she received, what they had to say, or how they said things about her.  What mattered – besides her privacy, her integrity, and her humility – was that Morgan was standing next to her, arm draped around her, bottle of champagne in his hand.  It didn’t matter that they thought she was fat, that they thought she was tacky, an attention-seeker, desperate, didn’t fit in, whatever else – what mattered was that she was with Morgan.  They weren’t.  As petty as that sounded, it was her standing next to him, her who shared a bed with him, her who he called before every game.

Ten!  Nine!  Eight!

It was her who got to kiss him at midnight.

Seven!  Six!  Five!

“I thank my lucky stars you sent a drink to my table,” she smiled.  This would be their ongoing joke; her saying he sent a mojito to her table, him maintaining it wasn’t him and that she got pranked.  She’d never let him live it down.

Four!  Three!  Two!  One!

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” the entire party yelled in unison, and Morgan took the opportunity to wrap Bee further into his body with the arm that was around her shoulders before he bent his neck to place a giant kiss on her lips.  She reciprocated until she felt him start to shake the champagne bottle.  She pulled away so he could pop it quickly, causing another cheer from the crowd before he brought the oozing fizz to his lips.  Ever the gentleman, he gave Bee a swig before kissing her again, both of them tasting like champagne.  They kissed for much longer this time, Morgan not willing to pull away, and Bee not willing to deny him, even in his drunken state, even though she was sure all the other couples had stopped.

When they finally did pull away, Bee looked around quickly to see some other couples.  John was cradling Aryne’s baby bump, and Bee thought she was going to cry right then and there; Zach was still macking on Alannah, who didn’t seem to mind; and Cassidy, right beside them, was recording Kappy making a smoochie face against hers.  It was all very cute.  

“You want s’more champagne?” Morgan asked.

Bee shook her head.  She brought her hand up to the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss her again.

***

Morgan sobered up a bit by the time they decided to call it a night.  He stuck to water and was well enough to walk on his own by 2am.  Bee had watched over him like a hawk, making sure he was drinking glass after glass of water.  She wasn’t exactly capable of hauling a 200+ pound hockey player home.

Although the party had died down significantly – John and Aryne had left not long after the countdown, as had some others – there were still people hanging about.  Auston was plastered.  Fred and Tyler were sleeping over, thankfully, and Fred had already begun the clean up, like the responsible adult he was.  

“We should say goodbye to Auston, at least,” Morgan said when he finished slipping on his shoes.  Bee nodded her head and they wandered through his apartment hand in hand to find him.

It didn’t take long.  The second Bee saw Auston, she snorted out in laughter.  He had her homemade cupcakes in front of him, one in his hand, and he was completely going to town on it.  Completely going to town.  There was icing all over his face, all over his nose, and he opened his jaw as much as possible to get the entire height of the cupcake and all the icing in his mouth at once.  It was hilarious.  He looked like a kid.  

She took out her phone and took a few pictures of him, and he didn’t even notice.  She even took the opportunity to take a video.  After he finished the cupcake, he didn’t even hesitate to grab another one and peel off the wrapping paper.  The video was shaking for how hard she was laughing.  “You having a good time there, Matts?” Bee asked.  He looked absolutely ridiculous.  

When he noticed them, he didn’t even care.  He took a massive bite out of the cupcake, getting more icing all over his face and nose.  “Bee…fuck,” he moaned.  

“That your new girl Matts?” Morgan joked.  Auston nodded his head.  Morgan snorted.  At that point, she ended the video, knowing she had good blackmail against him now.  Auston was completely gone.  “Night buddy.  Don’t forget to wrap it up if you’re gona eat her.  Things can get out of hand easily.”

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