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toji-girl · 24 days

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movie night | m. sano

synopsis: After weeks of flirting and exchanging some steamy videos you find yourself laid up in Mikey’s bed intent on showing him just how filthy you can get.

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tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + fem reader + all characters are over 21 + repost from my old blog + not beta read + all porn no plot + consensual recording + fingering + spit play + unprotected sex + creampie + teasing + breast/nipple play + finger sucking + blow job + hand job + pet names + cum eating + dirty talking + any missing tag lmk!

“Come on, open your legs. Don’t be shy now that you’re actually here.” Mikey demanded in a soft tone, one that was stern but still held a bit of affection for you.

Here you lay in his bed after weeks of sexting and exchanging a few nudes. After setting a date to have dinner it ended at this, him kneeling between your legs as you lay in his bed surrounded by silk sheets and expensive-smelling cologne.

He bunched your skirt up as you slowly spread your thighs for him, warmth spread in your cheeks hearing him hum in appreciation. “You dressed up just for me? How sweet.”

His voice dropped to a husky tone watching you get so easily flustered, he held his phone in one hand with the flash on making sure not to miss a single angle.

You agreed to it because the thought of Mikey jerking himself off at work watching the video lit a fire in you, greedy fingers crept up your thighs to get a very good look at your panties which were soaked at this point.

“Mikey…”

Dark eyes locked in on your face the instant he heard you, while he might be the invincible Mikey and a gang member he still would never want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything.

“Please touch me.”

Your voice came out in a whisper as you gripped the bottom hem of your skirt looking back at him, his black hair fell around his face as he leaned forward to get a better recording of him rubbing the wet spot.

His middle finger rested on your clit before rubbing it ever so slightly causing a bolt of electricity to shoot through you, and you knew he loved to tease from what he texted.

You sighed in pleasure when he pressed in a bit more before pulling away to get every angle of your panties ruined by just him touching you.

“I can’t wait to see if you are as filthy as you said you were the other night,” Mikey murmured, his eyes glazed over with lust watching the damp spot grow bigger and soaking through the material of your white cotton underwear.

He hooked his fingers in your panties pulling them down until they dangled off your left ankle, now you were bare and Manjiro was able to see your pussy up close and personal he was sure his dick was about to explode in his pants. “Holy fuck.”

Two slender fingers spread your lower lips open to see your clenching hole made Mikey grin to himself, he swiped up the beads of arousal bringing them to your lips and watching you suck them clean once they slid past your parted lips.

You held his wrist never breaking eye contact cleaning his fingers before pulling them out to reach your hand down palming his erection through his pants, you gave him a slight squeeze pouting your lips together. “Want to see how nasty I can get?”

Mikey chuckled and leaned down hovering his face above yours, his breath fanned over you as he stared deep into your eyes. “Show me then, dirty girl.”

That’s all it took for you to end up between his spread legs this time, your lips wrapped around his cock sucking him all the way to the back of your throat gagging for the camera, sure you didn’t have to moan like that but you knew he was going to watch it later so you wanted to make sure to put your all in this, the obscene amount of spit coming into play as well.

You used your own drool as a lube to jerk him off when you pulled away from his head, the length of his dick shone under the bright light from his phone, Mikey rested his hand on top of your head watching you grin up at him and the camera hollowing your cheeks.

He was sure to get a clear view of you bobbing your head up and down the length of his cock moaning around him sending the vibrations to his balls as you cupped them in your free hand adding to the pleasure that bubbled in his lower stomach.

His fingers relaxed around his phone which almost dropped but he caught it and let out a low groan when you deepthroated him.

Mikey never moved, usually, he would opt to hold your head and fuck your mouth as he sees fit, but you said you’d rock his world and now he knows you absolutely did mean what you said as you continued never stopping wanting him to reach his climax, his head fell back against the wall succumbing to the pleasure.

His dark eyes watched your mouth wrapped so beautifully around him, your eyes halfway shut and your forehead covered in a cheek of sweat, both of you were half dressed still as you sucked on his cock.

“You really meant it, huh?” He hissed through his teeth as you swirled your tongue around his flushed head, Manjiro all but throbbed in your mouth as you took him further back in once more.

Spit strung from your open mouth to his cock head as you pulled away to look at him with a slight smirk. “Told ya I’d give you the best blow job you’ve ever gotten.”

Mikey chuckled again, petting your hair before moving his hand down to cup your cheek. “I haven’t cum yet, have I?” He teased holding his shaft, slapping your lips with it softly.

You glared at him playfully, feeling him squish your cheeks together in one hand. “Ah, remember you’re the one who begged and cried to come over. Wanting me to ruin you.”

“Now I think it’s going to be me ruining you, you will never think of another pussy again Mikey.”

The idea of another woman giving him pleasure like this makes your blood boil. The man you’ve known for years and the last two months have been sexting is in a way yours.

“Sure about that princess?” He asked in a low tone as you sucked on his head before going all the way down again gagging, you struggled to breathe but it didn’t matter.

Mikey coming was the only thing that mattered to you at the moment, you desperately wanted to milk him for all he’s worth and try to even make him whimper.

You constricted your throat around him grunting as much as you could in hopes that would tip him over along with your fingers massaging his balls again.

Spit pooled around the base of his dick and dripped down on his sheets making a mess but he didn’t care neither did you, especially when his orgasm finally happened.

His hand pushed on your head a little bit encouraging you to take more of him before blowing his load down your throat, it was almost sweet, you greedily swallowed it all.

You didn’t give him a chance to comment before you straddled his lap lifting your skirt up to show his phone your pussy. “Make sure you don’t miss this Sano.”

His eyebrows furrowed at his last name before feeling your rut against him, his dick sliding between your pussy lips a few times before you grabbed the base and slowly slid him inside you.

Inch by inch you kept the pace slow until he bottomed out, both of you groaned in unison as you grabbed your ankles planting your feet flat on either side of him.

Mikey watched transfixed at the way you bounced on his dick, his hands roamed everywhere all over until he finally tugged your shirt down watching your breasts spill free from your bra, the cups barely keeping them contained.

He sat up wrapping his free arm around your waist to bury his face in your tits as you thrust in you from below, his head bullying your g-spot as you both ate each other’s moans, his bedroom smelt like a heavy brand of perfume that bottled up sin and desire and sex into one bottle.

You couldn’t get enough of him, you ground down on him, the lack of protection aided in the wet lewd sounds of fucking, your wet cunt hugged him so well Mikey’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when you squeezed and fluttered around him when he pinched your nipples.

“Mikey!” You squealed leaning back to look at him and then the camera as you ground your hips before bouncing for him and the camera, your orgasm rippled through you and your muscles as they locked for a brief second, the sheer intensity of it made your body jerk on top of him.

He never stopped his own thrusts growing drunk on your cunt and moans, a white frothy ring formed around his shaft he was sure to get on video each time you bounced up, the last one his climax came in full force, he growled low in his throat keeping you still as he filled your pussy with warm thick spurts of cum that leaked out.

“What a movie, huh?” You teased leaning forward to hold his shoulders now peppering his face in kisses.

Mikey captured your jaw again in his strong fingers to kiss your lips keeping his dick still buried in you not wanting to leave the heat of your pussy just yet, he allowed himself to feel for a second and let you rest your head on his chest hugging and caressing each other down from the highs you both rode.

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 4 months

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P&C | Ch. 16: Peaches and Cream

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December 7

There it was, written in bright red letters with small hearts and doodles surrounding it, the special date. Jungkook's birthday. See, he is only a few months older than me, but apparently, that's enough of a motive for him to never shut up about it. Sure, he might be bigger, stronger and faster than me but at the end of the day, I got the brains and the beauty (not up for a debate, my mental health won't be able to handle it please). Back to what's important, see, Jungkook is not much of a surprise enthusiast, but sucks to suck because I am. So, naturally, I took it upon myself to plan a little party in celebration of his birth. Putting my acting skills to use, I tried to be as nonchalant about it as possible the whole of last week. Anytime someone mentioned something even remotely close to birthdays, the subject of the conversation would diverge immediately by my sympathetic nervous system. It's nothing too big, just our friend group and a few of his Kinesiology friends. Still, I want this to be special. For him.

Jungkook: I think you should come over ;)

Mira: A dick appointment already?

Jungkook: I don’t know, can you handle it?

Mira: I mean, 3 inches should be fine, right?

Jungkook: … ha ha … very funny. I’ll remember this when I finally get to have you.

Mira: Who said, you’ll ever have me?

I can’t help but smile at my screen, I mean it’s pathetic, really. The butterflies in my stomach are not helping the flush rising up my cheeks, as I play the video he sends. Oh God … I knew alcohol and I didn’t go well together but now that idea is solidified as a fact. Looking back at my dumbfounded face is none other than my drunk self from the Winter Formal. The clip is only 5 seconds, but the second-hand embarrassment is enough for me to essentially drink bleach and just cease to exist.

Jungkook: You did. See. “Jungkook, I want youuu”

Mira: Ok, so now I’m a victim of blackmail. Good to know.

Jungkook: I’ll be expecting your cute self at my door in about an hour.

Mira: Ok dad :(

Finishing up my makeup I quickly grab my keys and make my way out the door before packing some snacks to go. The bus ride there is only 20 minutes but I fear that the noise my stomach makes from hunger might not be a crowd favourite. Unfortunately, though, I play the role of a broke college student just a bit too well, as two mandarins and some salt crackers end up being my only options.

For it being December, the weather is surprisingly nice. Global warming is in its full effect, I guess. While the glaciers melt away, I get to wear cute fall outfits for another month. So, I stunt my leather knee-high boots, as I finally reach Jungkook’s apartment building. Jimin and him are roommates but both come from pretty financially comfortable families, so this isn’t your usual college student apartment but more like a bachelor studio. Fixing my curls, I tuck the striped sweater into my skirt before knocking on the door. Which opens almost immediately, as Jungkook’s eyes divert down to the boots.

“Mira …” he says slowly, leaning on the door frame, as a small smirk forms.

“What?” I snap back confused, nibbling on my lips.

“You know this wasn't an actual dick appointment right?” he giggles, pulling me inside.

“YAH, of course, I did,” I yelp, stumbling on my feet as Jungkook’s grip tightens on my waist.

“Well, you’re looking a bit too good,” he whispers, our lips inches apart as his form moves closer, my back now pressed against the door.

“Can’t handle it, pretty boy?” I whisper back, looking up at his darkened orbs.

“Don’t do that,”

“Do what?”

“Don’t tease me,” Jungkook’s words slow and breathless as his forehead rests on mine, giving it a soft kiss. The gesture is sweet, but the heat between us is almost suffocating. That is until a familiar voice echoes in the background as the doorknob begins to open.

“Oh my god!” I yelp, hiding behind Jungkook who was just as dumbfounded.

“Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something?” Jimin chuckles, placing his bag on the table.

“I thought you had practice?” Jungkook says abruptly, fixing his dishevelled hair. My face, now red, is virtually buried in his shirt as I try to regain my cool before Jimin calls my name.

“Yeah, but it ended earlier. Mira? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I …” I stutter, replying with more of an expression than words. Jimin is not a threat but he also isn’t aware of whatever Jungkook and I are, so the truth would not be the most suitable answer just yet. Trying to pull something out of thin air, my distressed self is saved by the bell as Jungkook buds in.

“She was going to help me study,” he says reassuringly before leading us both to the kitchen. I can feel Jungkook's hand on my back as Jimin lets out a big gasp.

“Wow, so now you're a chef? Mira, I don't know what you're doing to him but please don't stop,” Jimin laughs, shaking his head at the plethora of dishes covering the dining table before diving right in. Sneaking a quick peek at Jungkook sitting across from me, his eyes patiently waiting for my reaction. I can't help but smile as I take a bite out of the steaming shrimp dumplings. My childhood favourite, might I add.

“Do you like it?” he gently asks, doe eyes sparkling under the kitchen lights. His full attention was on me, so much so that he barely even flinched when Jimin choked on a shrimp tail.

“I love it,” I reply with a soft smile, giving him a flying chef's kiss. He giggles, finally allowing his body to relax before leaning back on the chair with a proud smile.

After cleaning up the table, Jungkook and I decided to go on a walk as Jimin passed out from a food coma with the TV on. Covering him with a blanket, Jungkook turns the system on before wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we head out. It seems that everyone is taking advantage of the warm weather as the beach is more populated than usual. Playing tag with their dad, children's laughter fills up the ambience as their mom takes pictures of the beautiful memories.

“Do you want kids?” Jungkook suddenly asks, turning his gaze towards my unfazed self who was busy digging for seashells. To be honest, I didn't hear him properly and thought he was asking if I had fears. A miscommunication fiasco fueled by the playful laughter in the background and the fact that I'm half-deaf in my right ear.

“Yeah, a lot,” I reply with a soft smile, eyes still glued on the mission below me.

“A lot? Really?” he lets out a chuckle, hands now in his pockets as his body stands still. Feeling the intensity of his stare on me I look up confused, raising an eyebrow.

“What? Don't tell me you don't,”

“I mean yeah, but ultimately it would be my wife’s decision,” Jungkook replies softly, looking back at the peaceful beach horizon.

“Huh? Your wife’s decision?” I repeat, the confusion forcing my attention back to him. What does he mean by his wife’s decision? Trying my hardest to decipher his answer, I begin reading between the lines, hoping to connect the dots between the undertones. Maybe, there’s some kind of metaphor tied into this?

“Yeah, I mean it’s not my body. I’m happy with anything as long as she is healthy and happy,”

“Jungkook, what are you on?” I snap back, unable to hold back the laughter any longer.

“What do you mean? You’re the one that wants a lot of kids,” he scoffs, poking the side of his cheek with his tongue.

“PARDON?? When did I say that?” I yelp, arms now folded in disbelief.

“I asked you if you wanted kids and you said yeah, a lot”

“YAH, no I didn't. I thought you said, do you have a lot of fears!” I scoff back before slapping his forearm as his head jerks back from the laughter.

“Thank God, I really thought you were planning on raising a little army,” he smirks before pulling me into his embrace, hands tightening on my waist. As his gaze lowers to my lips, I can feel my cheeks getting red before my hands glide up to his neck.

“I think I want 3, two boys and one girl,” I say softly, looking up at his darkened orbs.

“A little princess,” he whispers, before placing a soft kiss on my forehead as I rest my head on his chest. Enjoying each other's warmth we stay like this for a bit longer, looking out at the beautiful sunset. It's times like these that I can't help but give in to my desires, wanting to mute that fear in the back of my head. Jungkook feels safe, I don't know how to explain it, but it's as if our souls mould into one. When I'm with him, everything just makes sense.

As Tae lights up the last candle on the cake, everyone scatters to find a hiding spot per Jimin's command. Jungkook’s footsteps becoming more and more evident, there is a rising sense of suspense. No one dares to breathe until the doorknob is finally turned and the door swings open.

“Surprise!!!”

“FUCK! What the heck!” he shouts, stumbling back as his eyes widen in shock. Feeling everyone's attention on him, his ears begin to redden as Tae and I make our way towards him with the birthday cake.

“Happy birthday Kookie, now please stop growing,” Tae teases with a boxy smile, putting the Birthday Boy hat on Jungkook who was still in disbelief. Patting his chest, Tae pulls him into a warm hug, as Jungkook’s attention diverts to me. Although no words were exchanged, one look at his furrowed eyebrows was enough for me to understand that he genuinely did not expect any of this. Mission accomplished! To be honest, I felt so bad for making it seem like his birthday was forgotten all these days leading up to the big surprise, that I’m simply relieved it's all over. Unable to hold back a smile, I wait by Jungkook’s side trying to keep the candles from going out, until his attention was back on me.

“Make a wish, Birthday Boy,” I say softly, looking up at his sparkling eyes. Pulling me closer, Jungkook leans down, scrunching his nose before blowing out the candles as the crowd goes wild. Laughter fills the room once everyone joins in the living room decorated in everything Jungkook-related. From a life-size statue of Iron Man to an entire wall filled with special Polaroids of him and his friends, the Birthday Boy can't help but smile at the wholesome feeling. Holding back his tears as Jimin ushers him towards the couch, Jungkook gasps at the table full of gifts.

“You guys, this is really too much. You didn’t have to …” he says before his speech was cut short by Jimin, who was already eyeing the bag placed on Jungkook's lap. Both he and Tae, who plopped himself front and center, seemed more curious about this whole unwrapping than Jungkook himself. Nonetheless, reaching his hand into the sparkly green bag, he pulls out a small box.

“What is it?” Tae asks, moving closer to get a better look. Shaking his head Jungkook opens it, as both of them gasp at the silver Rolex watch staring back at them.

“YAH, Jimin that’s not fair,” Tae whines, leaning his head back on the couch as Jungkook’s mouth drops.

“Don’t say anything, you’re worth it,” Jimin winks, patting Jungkook’s head before leaning in for a hug. Despite Jungkook being the youngest in his friend group, it’s rare to see him act like one, so the sight is refreshing and heartwarming, to say the least.

Making sure everyone was in the frame, I press the timer on the camera before running back to my spot which naturally was beside Jungkook. Looking up at him, his gaze was soft as I wrap my arm around his shoulders, feeling his hand on my waist as Jimin commands everyone to say ‘cheese’ before the flash went off.

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“You know, today might have been my favorite day of the whole year,” Jungkook says softly before melting into the duvet. After saying goodbye to everyone, we cleaned up the place before helping Jimin pack for his camping trip with his teammates. He planned to depart right after the party in hopes of making it there early in the morning, and although I tried to change his mind he was determined.

“Ok, I’m leaving now,” Jimin says, knocking on Jungkook’s bedroom door. Nodding, we walk him towards the entrance, as I pass him a bag of some leftovers.

“Please be careful, it’s dark,” I say, as Jungkook leans on the door frame, eyes focused on my worried face.

“I’ll be fine, it’s only 6 hours. I’ll be back by Tuesday. Jungkook please don’t break anything,” Jimin exclaims, giving him a teasing smile as Jungkook rolls his eyes, nibbling on his lip ring.

“Ha … ha.. call me when you get there,” he says, waving goodbye as he locks the door before turning towards me.

“It’s late, do you want to stay over or do you want me to drop you off?”

“One more surprise,” I wink, pulling him towards the bedroom. As I place a red bag on his lap, Jungkook can’t help but bite down his lip, trying to suppress the evident excitement.

“Miraya, you’ve already done so much,” he says softly, looking up at my focused expression before pulling out a film camera with an envelope attached to it. Fidgeting with the seal, Jungkook’s curiosity is on full blast as he moves the three polaroids closer to get a better look under the dim lights.

“Oh my god …” he whispers, choking on his spit from the disbelief. Recognizing the red lingerie, he glances up for clarification until a gasp escapes his mouth at the sight before him.

“Happy Birthday, Pretty boy,” I whisper, before moving closer to his dumbfounded self. Although still in shock, his body responds immediately, caressing the soft skin on my thighs before pulling me on his lap.

“Mira …” he whispers, our lips inches away. Looking at his darkened orbs, I caress the side of his cheek before leaving a soft kiss.

“You’ve been so patient, baby,” I say, straddling his thighs as he hisses at the sensitivity. Melting in my embrace, he is unable to hold back any longer, flipping us over, as his chains now dangle over my face.

“Peaches, please let me have you,” he whispers into my ear, voice now breathless. Sucking on my neck, he leaves soft marks of desperate need and desire before looking back at my eyes.

“Jungkook, I want you,”

“Mira, I need you,”

As our bodies become one, Jungkook leaves a trail of soft kisses down my neck before reaching the soft material.

“Wait here,” he says, almost sprinting towards the kitchen before coming back with a can of whipped cream that I used for his birthday cake.

“Thank you for the meal,” he bows his head, before shaking the can. Unclasping my bra, he tosses it on the floor, taking a moment to fully appreciate the sight in front of him.

“Stop staring,” I snap, hiding my face under the duvet, feeling the flush in my cheeks.

“Hard not to when you look this good, Peaches”

Inches away from my breasts, Jungkook draws small circles with the cream, as I hiss at the cold sensation. Arching my back, he sucks on the sweet taste of my nipples, as his hands caress the soft skin, before leaving a long trace of cream on my stomach. Each taste is followed by a sinful kiss, as purple hues paint my body.

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velvetssugarb · 2 months

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TIKTOK VIDEO CREATOR: kamalasbangle

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AN| Finds you practicing at a dance studio as she looks for new dancers...she instantly falls in love.

VELVET X BALLET READER

Velvet watched the dancers audition for her upcoming show, not very satisfied. "What about those 2! They were awesome!" He said, smiling. Velvet shook her head in disappointment. "No, they werent" Her response only making Veneer sigh.

"Sis your not helping at all" He said, crossing his arms and legs. "Well this isn't dance! What even is this?!" She exclaimed, pouting. "It is sis, it's just a different genre. This is Jazz" He exclaimed, sipping his soda.

Rolling her eyes, she crossed out the two previous dancers. "I wanna see ballet dancers! Not this shit!" She stood up, pinching her nose. He sighed, looking up at her as she started to walk away.

"Where are you going? We still have more auditions" He asked, sitting up. "I'm taking a break! You can decide if you want, I don't give a shit anymore" she opened the door, closing it a bit loudly.

Looking at the hall of dance studios, she waltzed over to one of them. Looking into the one sided window, she saw a hip hop routine, preformed by a girl who looked about 14. She sighed, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

She walked over to the other studio, which was bigger than the one they were using. Looking it the mirror, she saw the studio wall covered with a big mirror. The room was filled with two dancers, one a boy with tights and a prince like leotard. And you, who wore a white leotard, and flat pancake skirt.

She watched as you prepped for your turns. You started to turn, doing fourte and pirouette turns. Doing atleast 15, you landed perfectly. You then started to waltz across the studio floor, and doing a beautiful leap.

Velvet was impressed, but wasn't jaw dropped. Though, she wanted you in her show. She waited until you finally finished, until she noticed you walking over to your bag.

You grabbed your bag, walking over to the door. You opened it, sweating and out of breath. You closed the door and walked to the nearby chairs, only to bump into Velvet.

You looked up and smiled nervously, expecting her to insult you. "I'm sorry" you apologized, scratching your neck. She crossed her arms, watching as you sat on the couch.

"Whatever" she mumbled, looking away. She then looked back at you, watching as you took off your pointe shoes. "Your a ballerina?" She asked you, staring down at you crossed armed.

You looked up at her as you took out your toe pads. "Yeah, preparing for a show that's in a few months" you nodded. You watched she hummed in response. "Do anything else?" She asked, starting to play with her own hair. "Yeah, I do jazz, hip-hop, tap, and contemporary. But I'm more of a ballerina. Why?" You asked. She shrugged and sat down next to you, twirling her hair around her finger.

"You interested in 50,000 dollars?" She asked, looking at you. Your eyes widened, laughing nervously. "You serious?" You asked, leaning in closer. She returned your same nervous laugh. "Yeah, um I guess" she mumbled, looking away from you.

"When?" You asked, swinging your legs. "6 weeks" she simply said, looking back at you.

You tapped your chin, thinking deeply. "Can we talk about this maybe over lunch? I'm kinda hungry right now" you chuckled, seeing how she shrugged. "Yeah I guess"

Sorry this was so short, I was bored and thought this would be fun bc I do dance!

Hope you like this!

Love you

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls velvet #velvet and veneer #velvet x reader #trolls velvet and veneer #trolls veneer

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queentheweeb · 2 years

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Flirty Izuku X POC MidSized Female Reader

A/N: Self-indulgent and everyone is 3rd year. Growth spurts happened.

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You decided to try your luck today and leave your hair natural for the rest of the week. You had washed your hair Sunday and were feeling lazy not wanting to put on a wig or even blow dry it and flat iron it so you just left it in its natural state. You had more than enough hair products to keep it from puffing up and frizzing up. Even though it's going to do that by the end of the day.

"Wow Y/N, your hair is so pretty!" Mina came and went to touch your hair a bit. She was one of the very few select people that can touch your hair without you catching an attitude. You took too much time to try and get it right, you refused for someone to be all touchy-feely with your hair.

"Thanks, Mina, I had to use a lot of leave-in conditioner and oils so it doesn't puff up like a peacock's tail." The two of you started talking before she got distracted by the bakusquad and she left you to walk by yourself. This allowed you to think for a bit about why you went the extra mile today. You wanted to get Izuku's attention desperately. You guys had just become third years and over the summer Izuku had a growth spurt and he went from a short powerhouse to a tall one. He was tall in your book at least. You didn't spend much time with him or the dekusquad due to internships but, you guys still would talk over the phone and do video chats.

"I like the new hair-do Y/N-chan." You turned to Tsu smiling at her. She grew a little bit too but, she was still short and was built too. She had muscles all over her body and she finally built up her courage to ask out Tokoyami. They were now considered a power couple.

"Thanks, Tsu-chan.." The two of you chatted for a bit and eventually, the rest of the Dekusquad appeared like they always did. Ochako had gotten over her crush on Izuku once she realized her advances were taking her nowhere so now she was with Tenya. Shoto started dating Camie from Shiketsu and they worked out pretty well. You and Izuku were the only single ones in the group which often you were teased about. It's not your fault Izuku was oblivious and you didn't want to ruin the precious friendship you had as a cause of feelings.

"We have half a day so, do you guys wanna go to the arcade?" Wait a damn minute you do? What day was it? You looked at your calendar and saw it was in fact Thursday meaning it was half a day for third years with internships but, the loophole was that any 3rd year can leave regardless of the reason.

"It sounds great, you in Y/N?" You turned to Izuku who spoke to you and you nodded your head. He grinned down at you turning back to the others to continue his conversation with them. You lingered in the back with Tsu talking about her internship with Selkie.

"Do you think we can head to the dorms first and change into something comfortable?" Oh yeah, you guys were all in your school uniform. Not that it was hiding how thick with muscles Izuku had gotten. Don't even get started on his scars, good lord. He also decided to get a new style and do a man bun with an undercut. The power this man holds over you and he has no idea.

"Of course doll" You faltered a bit at that glancing up at Izuku but, he continued his conversation as if he didn't just call you doll. This man. The rest of you made it to the dorms and split up. You didn't realize that everyone had gone their separate directions and it was only you and Izuku waiting for the elevator to the 6th floor. They added an extra 3 floors to the 1A dorm to allow more space for the class which was appreciated. It was 20 people so now instead of 6-7 people per floor it was 3 from floors 2-6 and the ground floor had the other 5 since it was essentially much bigger. Anyway, you Izuku, and Mineta live on the top floor. He's gotten a lot better in his mannerisms but, you still didn't like him much. Lucky for the two of you, he was literally on the other end of the hallway which was a good 2-minute walk. The elevator opened and the two of us stepped inside.

"What are you going to wear?" You turned to Izuku trying to make conversation to get rid of this flustered feeling. Normally, you're fine around him and able to hide your crush but, you were struggling. Hard.

"I was thinking of a muscle shirt with a pair of jeans. You think I'll look good with a muscle shirt." He casually flexed his arms while looking at you with a tilt of his head and a half-smirk. He would look better with those arms wrapped around you.

"I-I think you will look great. G-green is d-definitely your color." Way to play it off Y/N. Real smooth. You took a breath looking away for a second only to gasp a bit when you turned right back around. He was definitely in your personal space and you were stuck between staring him in the eyes, at his lips, or at the wall behind him

"I was thinking a little cinnamon." There goes your heart. He snatched it right out of your chest and you don't want it back. He bit his lip using his right hand to tilt your face up by your chin "Wouldn't you agree?" He looked you up and down once and before you can even think or say anything the elevator opened and he was out of your space as if nothing happened. "Aren't you coming?" He was standing in between the doors so they don't close all innocent-like. What was going on? You got off the elevator and the two of you walked side by side. You were hyperaware that he was close and brushing shoulders with you along with grazing his hands along yours. Who is this?

"I think I'm going to wear a skirt" If your thighs would allow it. He smirked but said nothing as he went into his dorm room and you went right into yours. Honestly, it wasn't too hot but you decided to be a little bold. You wore a flowy tennis-like green skirt, and black knee-high socks with black heart decor rivet thigh garter belt as accessories. You wore a white tank top with a red heart in the middle giving yourself a once-over in the mirror. You liked what you saw so slipping on a pair of black boots you opened your dorm room to see Izuku standing on the side. "Do you like it?" You posed a bit for him hoping he did like it. You normally didn't care what people thought but, his opinion mattered to you. He gave you a slow look from head to toe making you flustered again. He knew what he was doing.

"I'm jealous." You were confused what did he mean by that? You gave him a puzzled look "It's me that's supposed to be between those thighs." He looked down and you choked on air. He had the audacity to laugh and start messing with his hair making sure to show off his neck and shoulder muscles. You wiped your mouth to make sure you weren't drooling. Were you high or was Izuku actually flirting with you? "Come on babe." You tripped on nothing glad that he caught you. "Got to be more careful, don't want to mess up that pretty little face." He gripped you hard around the waist and lingered a bit even when you had your balance. He let you go at the elevator but, once inside he had you pinned. You glanced up at him confused and excited at the same time. "Let me know if I'm doing too much." It took a minute and then you realized he was doing this on purpose. Not that you were going to complain.

"You're not doing enough." Okay brain, that was not what you wanted to say. Why did your mouth speak so fast for you? The traitor. He seemed caught off guard before that sly smirk went right back on his face. Oh no.

"Good girl." He pressed his nose against your neck sniffing a bit before trailing up to your ear to blow on it. You shuddered and with a snort, he pulled away fully looking at you out the side of his eye. The two of you left the elevator to greet the others who were there. It was the dekusquad plus Tokoyami so all of you left chatting and making jokes. You noticed how Izuku would make sure you didn't linger too far behind and would make sure to always touch you. When crossing a busy intersection he would grab your hand and run across the street with you. While walking he would talk with his hands and they always landed on your neck, your shoulders, elbows, or your waist. He brushed up against your hips making you shudder. He pretended to not notice despite the light smirk he had on his face. He was going to kill you before the day was over. You made it to the arcade and all of you split up to go to different games.

"I want to try that basketball game." Izuku decided to hang out with you and you prayed he will behave. He was showing out today and you were both impressed and excited. He nodded his head following close behind you. The two of you waited in line for your turn so you decided to go on your phone to look at herogram. You were looking at food recipes wanting to show Izuku. "Look Zuzu." You thought he was going to step around you but no ma'am. He pressed himself up against you from the back, placed his left hand on your hip, and leaned over your shoulder to look.

"Yeah, beautiful." There he goes with your heart again. Trying to hide the shakiness and nervousness you showed him the videos talking softly. The two of you didn't move until it was your turn to play. The both of you had fun playing basketball and other stuff winning games here and there. You won a couple of times even though you're sure he just let you. He groaned a bit making sure to keep eye contact with you. You almost died. "Let's go get something to eat and drink I'm starving." So were you. You nodded in agreement as he grabbed your hand guiding you through the crowds. People parted for him and left room for you as well. The two of you made it to the food court and there weren't many chairs. Some spirit was out to get you, you just know it. You both got chicken tenders, French fries, and water and made it to the only spot available. It was one seat. Before you can say anything Izuku grabbed both your trays placed them on the table and sat down opening his legs a bit. He looked up at you with a cheeky smirk patting his lap.

"W-what?" You knew what he wanted and so did your body with the way you inched forward.

"Let me be your chair and sit on me." He licked his lip flicking his eyes down and back up but, you saw. You saw it dammit. You willed your legs to work and take a seat on his lap. He sat up a bit holding onto your hip with one hand and eating with another. He did it so casually the flirt. The two of you started talking about everything and anything that came to mind until he tapped you.

"What's the matter?" You were trying to eat your chicken tenders in peace.

"You got a little something right here." Before you can grab a napkin he leaned right in and you thought - hoping- he was going to kiss you but, he simply licked the side of your mouth making sure never to break eye contact. "All better." He licked his lips again and turned back to his food as if you weren't going to combust right there on the spot. The two of you finished eating and he plucked you off of him as if you weighed nothing and dumped both of your trays. You guys decided to finish playing some games and meet up with the rest of the group outside in an hour. You didn't realize that you were subtly flirting back but, he sure did.

"I want that plushie" You were looking at one on the claw machine. It was a giant whale squish mallow. You must have been staring too hard because Zuzu came up behind you and put money in the machine. He guided your hands concentrating on getting the plushie even though you could feel how fast his heart was beating against you. At least both of you were nervous. The only question left was who was going to confess first. It was quite obvious the two of you liked each other but, were just dancing around each other. "Thank you, Zuzu." You went to grab it but, he held it above his head and away from you. You pouted.

"Give me a kiss first." Your eyes widen at his boldness. Oh, we were really doing this? You blinked and took a deep breath before pulling him down for a kiss. He made a surprised noise but, kissed back before you got the wrong idea. You both pulled away looking at each other before catching the giggles. "Let's go, babe." He grabbed you firmly around the waist this time and exited the arcade to see all your friends already there. You both fell right in step with everyone them not even batting an eyelash at where Izuku's arm was and how you leaned completely on him with a dopey grin.

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I hope the ending wasn't too rushed. Enjoy!

#anime #manga #fanfic #bnha #mha #quirks #quotev #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #izuku x you #izuku fluff #bnha izuku #bnha deku #izuku x female reader #izuku x poc!reader #deku x poc! reader #deku x reader #deku x y/n #fluff

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sleepy-achilles · 10 months

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The Scottish Warrior and The Skeleton King acting like a married couple for 10 minutes

I wanted to do a fic based off those videos people make for ships, yk the, [ship name] acting jealous for 10 minutes straight or acting cute for 4 minutes. But in fic form, because Leon isn't real.

Oh!

Ft Sheamus

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Sheamus looks up from his phone, hes been incharge of reading chat. "People are saying you have a hole in your joggers" sheamus states looking at Leon. "Yeah I do" Leon chuckles opening his legs to reveal the hole on his inner thigh. "Is that a bruise I see?" Drew asks poking the hole. "Yeah fuckin riddle bit me during yesterday's show" Leon frowns. Sheamus and drew can't help but laugh. Sheamus, and the fans, spot how drews hand moves to rest on Leon's thigh, rubbing slightly as the bigger man laughs.

Leon either doesn't mind or doesn't notice.

"I don't get the whole shoeless thing" sheamus states. "I hate it, I'm okay with having a wrap instead of shoes, you know? It's not a whole bare foot hitting you in the face" Leon admits, still ignoring drews hand on his thigh.

The fans did not let it go.

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Drew and Leon are at a house show in the uk. So, anything goes.

The fans immediately start chanting at drew to take his shirt off.

Leon smirks as drew lowers his mic to laugh. He moves behind drew and waits. "As I was sayi-" drew cuts himself off as Leon tugs his shirt up causing the fans to scream.

Drew pulls his shirt down and faces Leon. "Really?" Drew asks. "What? Just giving them what they want" Leon smirks into the mic. Drew raises an eyebrow at him and lowers the mic. "No" Leon warns backing up as drews smirk grows. Drew drops the mic and lunges towards Leon.

Leon nearly escapes but drew manages to catch his waist. "No!" Leon protests as drew forces his tshirt up causing the fans to scream. Leon chuckles and leans back against drew, giving him. Drew slaps Leon's stomach causing the other man to chuckle and hit his hand.

This would later go trending on twitter and tik tok

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Leon rests against sheamus back and watches as he takes a photo of the castle. "You are shit at this" Leon hums as he reaches over and taps the screen to adjust the lighting. "Well you do it then!" Sheamus frowns. "No way" Leon chuckles. Sheamus huffs. "Wheres drew got to?" Sheamus asks moving away from Leon to look down the streets. "He was supposed be grabbing coffees" Leon mutters noticing some fans recording them. "Oh, here he comes" sheamus chuckles as drew runs towards them, seth and randy hot on his tail.

"What the fuck?" Leon chuckles as drew runs straight for him. Leon's smile fades as he realises what drews doing. "Drew! No!" Leon yelps backing up. Drew just smirks and jumps. Leon doesn't hesitate to catch him, stumbling back slightly as drew hugs him tight. "Aw cmon!" Seth groans as Leon turns to the side. "What is going on?" Sheamus asks. "They bet me I couldn't get Leon to catch me. They now are paying for our food and drink all week" drew smirks ruffling Leon's hair.

Leon frowns and puts drew down. "I spent time on this" Leon tells him. "Tell me about it" drew smirks.

Once again, the tag partners were trending on twitter.

The ship content started to grow.

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A few of the stars were doing a panel for the fans and some reporters. Leon was forced to go because him and Drew are tag champs.

Leon sips his water as the others talk. Drew glances at him to check on him. It was clear both men were becoming bored.

Leon places his drink back on the table and turns to face drew. He's wearing a black tshirt. He took his leather jacket off half way through the show. Leon reaches over and starts to poke and prod at drews bicep.

Drew glances at him before flexing his arm causing the fans to scream and cheer and the stars to stop and look at them.

Leon and drew chuckle as Leon squeezes the flexed muscle. "Damn you been working out lately?" Leon asks. "Of course, gotta look good next to you" drew smirks. Leon rolls his eyes. "How big are you compared to him?" Sheamus asks. Leon slips his jacket off and flexes his arm, putting it infront of drews.

Leon's arm was defined but definitely smaller than drews. But both men knew that's not what drew meant. He meant Leon's attractiveness, his looks as in face, not as in muscle mass. "Maybe we should swap work outs" drew chuckles.

"Yeah fuck off" Leon huffs pulling his jacket back on.

This interaction would become one of many, Leon being obsessed with Drews arms compilations.

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Sheamus zooms the camera onto Leon's face. Sheamus was put in charge of vlogging the tour. He didn't mind. He enjoyed it. "Leave him" drew mutters. Sheamus zooms out. "But he's so cute" sheamus coos. Leon is curled up on the tour bus sofa, head in drews lap, fast asleep with drews fingers in his hair. "And he's tryna sleep, leave him" drew hums looking at his phone. "And here we have a wild mama bear protecting his cub" sheamus teases as drew flips him off.

Sheamus did leave them alone. For now.

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Sheamus leans against the bathroom door, filming the pair.

"What are you two doing?" Sheamus asks. "Im washing drews hair. Duh" Leon muffles around a mouth of cake. "And eating cake?" Sheamus asks. "Of course. A fan gave us cake, you wouldn't understand because fans don't love you" drew smirks only to recieve water in his face. "And you're just trusting it?" Sheamus asks. "Why do you think Leon's eating it first genius?" Drew asks as Leon scrubs at his head. "Ouch!" "Stop bitching you baby" Leon mumbles. "Imma leave you lovebirds to it" sheamus hums. "Whatever" Leon huffs shutting the door on him.

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'Yall saying Leon x Drew isn't real as if their fued promo was too the song Take me to church'

'What?'

'WHAT?!'

'Thats so gay of them. They know what they doing'

'They had to have had some input in that, no way vince is doing that.'

Skelly💀👑- It's always good to sin

'WHAT?!'

'Leon michaels what the hell are you playing at?'

'I'm loosing my mind. Gonna watch every clip of them now to prove it.'

Daddy Claymore🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿⚔️- Nothing wrong with it at all 😁

'SHEAMUS TAKE THEIR PHONES AWAY PLEASEEE'

'TELL ME THE TRUTH NOWWWWWW'

Leon and drew can't help but giggle to each other as the fans go wild. Nothing wrong with teasing the fans.

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Leon looks around as they walk, his eyes spotting every shocked fan.

Drew squeezes his hand as he continues to talk about the beauty of Scotland. "People are going to excuse us of dating" Leon hums. "Oh well, you've had worse excusations" drew smirks. Leon rolls his eyes, but drew notes how he doesn't pull his hand away. "Was only thinking about you. I don't care, society doesn't conform to me like it does you" Leon states. "Of course, my demon lord" drew teases. "You are such a dork" Leon huffs, fighting a smile.

Drew just smiles and continues pulling him around.

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Drew adjusts himself in the very uncomfortable seat. "What is your favourite thing about Leon that others might not get to see?" The interviewer asks. Leon, who was busy teasing a fan in the audience looks at Drew. "Its gonna sound cheesy but Leon's laugh and smile. If he finds something funny his face will scrunch up and honestly it's adorable." Drew answers. Leon raises an eyebrow. "If you ask anyone backstage, they will tell you the exact same. People love making Leon break" Drew chuckles. "Adorable?" Leon asks. "Oh for sure, your nose scrunches, your eyes scrunch, it's adorable." Drew smirks. Leon rolls his eyes and leans back. "Trust me, ask sheamus about it later" drew tells the interviewer.

"What about you? What's your favourite thing about Drew?" The interviewer asks. "Eh he's okay I guess" Leon shrugs causing everyone to laugh. "No no. He's kind, got a good heart on him. I mean, look he's befriended me and I'm a asshole. Ask sheamus about it" Leon teases. Drew smiles at him. "Hes not that bad when you get through the layers." Drew admits. "What am I? A onion?" Leon asks. "You smell too good to be a onion. But you do make me cry a lot so.." Drew teases.

Leon shocks everyone by laughing.

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"Their both assholes" sheamus huffs. "Yes Leon's adorable when he laughs and drew is kind hearted. But they are both assholes who are, plantonically or not, in love with each other. They have a weird bond no one has with Leon. It's like hunter and shawn. It's weird because you don't know if they are fucking or just good friends. And I hate them both because if they are fucking, I want in on it" sheamus frowns as everyone laughs.

-------------------------------------------------------------------10. (I was listening to Daylight on repeat whilst writing this. I hate myself and them, obs. I've also done a fic about this sit before and kinda wanna redo it completely.)

Leon chuckles as Kevin pulls him into a sideways hug. "You did amazing" Kevin hums keeping his eyes away from the tron and ring. "Thanks man" Leon smiles at the older man. A man he's always admired and loved. "Lets celebrate. On me. Cmon" Kevin smiles. "Yeah sure, just gotta wait for drew" Leon nods. "Nah, cmon he can catch up-" "what? Kev, no its our tag belts, he-" Leon turns and his eyes widen in shock and fear.

Drew is laid out in the ring. People Leon considered family stood around him with chairs and hammers. Hunter, Scott and Randy. Leon tries to walk forward but Kevin wraps an arm around his waist. "N-n-no" Leon chokes. "Its for business. Just walk away with me now." Kevin mutters. "NO!" Leon yells as Randy lifts the chair above his head.

Kevin watches as Leon's veins begin glowing purple, how he fights kevins hold. Kevin also notes how Leon's not breaking out. And then he looks at the tron. Leon's eyes are a blinding purple, tears are streaming down his face. Leon is too numb to hurt anyone.

Leon stares in horror as drew takes another chair.

Leon just watches. His body unable to move.

Why can't he move?

His tag partner..

His friend is in danger, and he can't move.

He can't do anything.

He hates it.

Kevin let's him go and Leon can suddenly move.

Leon stumbles towards the ring, belt discarded on the floor, and climbs in.

His family watch as he kneels next to drew, holding his head gently. "Drew? Drew!" Leon barks examining the mans face.

Hunter glances at kevin as the bigger man climbs into the ring. "Lee. We need to go" Scott states, placing a bloody hand on Leon's back. Leon flinches and holds drew closer. "Please wake up" Leon whispers against drews head.

Kevin sighs and grips the back of Leon's neck.

Leon just pulls back. He glances at his blood soaked hands.

He did this.

He's the poison. Everyone he loves meets this fate.

Drew didn't deserve this.

Drew was kind, sweet, funny.

He didn't deserve this.

He was loyal.

He was the golden retriever, he was sunshine, he-

Leon's eyes widen, a sudden feeling of sickness rushes through him.

His father felt the same about Pa.

Taker feels the same about Shawn.

Shawn is his sunshine, his brightness, he world.

Drew? Drew is Leon's.

Leon let's a shakey breathe out.

"I need you to be okay." Leon whispers.

"Please" his voice breaks.

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>:3

I swear I get worse and worse at spelling the word notes.

I refuse to correct it though.

I just wanted to give you pure sweetness then break yall hearts completely.

Your welcome.

And yes, drew and Leon are completely friends throughout, not once during this are they dating, friends with benefits, anything.

Also, sheamus needs to shoot his shot. We love sheamus and we love his flirty lil friendship with Leon.

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #leon michaels #triple h #kevin nash #scott hall #sheamus #randy orton #drew mcintyre #the scottish warrior and the skeleton king fic #the scottish warrior and the skeleton king #the family of destruction fics #the family of destruction

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youremyonlyhope · 4 months

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The Giggle

Final Fourteen episode*. If I've added an asterisk it means that I correctly interpreted the vague spoiler I saw and am not happy. (Edit: Yep added the asterisk.)

Anyway. I'm just glad this means we'll finally get Gatwa!Doctor. We should have had him already.

Also forgot to put this in the last post. But. Pandemonium, the world ending, people going insane, and a Toymaker. My prediction for the plot of this episode: StarKid's Black Friday.

Sorry, all I can hear is Barney Stinson. I'm sure he did a bad German accent at some point in HIMYM. I like dolls but these puppets are creepy even to me. "Sunnier climes" OH, SO HE'S A RACIST. Hey dude. Tell Baird about the human hair before it blows up. "Imagine if it could talk." No no no. Be careful what you wish for.

Something I forgot to say much much earlier. I don't know how I feel about the intense zoom-in on the TARDIS in the opening sequence. It's almost a Torchwood level of dramatic zoom.

Very carefully not showing us Wilf's face. I wouldn't have wanted Bernard present for all this chaos either though. I'm sorry. UNIT has an Avenger's Tower now? I don't like that. I liked the Tower of London. But I guess Kate wanted to make sure they definitely didn't get shut down again. I was chanting "Slap him, slap him, slap him" as Kate walked up and when she hugged him I said "Aww" in disappointment. Oh Mel! I had been vaguely spoiled of her showing up too. RTD2, I would have preferred an Old Who companion showing up in the 60th special episode that was closest to the actual 60th, but oh well I guess I should be happy we got something Old Who at all since this really was getting close to being a purely RTD focused anniversary. "The pilot declared his right to land wherever he wanted." Greaaat. Sounds like an average day here in 'Murica honestly. "Why should I care about you?" I mean look everything I've ever seen of the Tories tells me that's just what they're like anyway. What is a Vlinx and why is it here and why do we trust it? I don't trust it. Ah. Bad idea to deactivate it for even more than a couple words honestly. So is everyone just prejudiced now? Like the racist toymaker?

TRINITY WELLS!!!!! NO WAY. NO. WAY. THEY GOT MY GIRL TRINITY BACK ON MY TV!?!?!?! THAT'S MY GIRL RIGHT THERE. I LOVE HER. Ohhhh Trinity deserves the big font for that.

I've found the one bit of RTD era nostalgia that instantly gets to me. Have Trinity Wells show up. I guess this is how everyone else has felt the last few episodes. Not even Wilf got that reaction out of me. I literally just SCREAMED "Trinity Wells!" Out loud. I can't even be mad she's spewing stupidity and is "anti-Zeedex" I am just happy to see her. That's my girl.

If nothing else comes from this episode, if I don't care about anything else, I got to see Trinity Wells again. Ok that really made me so happy just now. The Trinity Wells Show. Really showing us it's her. Ahhh I love her. Seriously I'm reacting the way I probably would have reacted if they ever acknowledged Frobisher during Twelve's era. Only Martha showing up could get a bigger reaction out of me right now. Truly that was a cameo aimed at me and only me it feels like. So like the Master's network? "It's not like the old Archangel Network." Ok never mind. Oh so Rose only came out as trans 6 months ago. I WAS GONNA SAY THAT THE CHILDREN'S VOICES WE HEARD BEFORE THE TIME-SKIP WAS MY VOCAL WARMUPS. God I need to write things down when I think of them. NOOO. I THINK I KNEW ABOUT THE FIRST TV VIDEO BEING A PUPPET OR SOMETHING. THIS SOUNDS FAMILIAR. I don't mean to be That Person but the whole human race isn't connected by Internet yet. We still got uncontacted/limited contact tribes and groups all over the place. Hundreds if not thousands of people who have never seen a screen. Oh yeah! They're President of the World!

(I took way too long searching to find that specific gif. But I love that gif so much.)

"120 plus five weeks holiday." "Done." YAS GET THAT MONEY DONNA. Also find Martha to see if she's still freelance or not. "So you talk about no one. Ever." I don't mean to quote Jack Harkness, but not if they're blonde... Doctor. You are. Avoiding. Still so much Thirteen in you. NOPE. LOL at them having to use basically refurbished still images from the lost episodes. BBC, this is only the fault of your own that they're missing. I hope you two have learned from last episode to STAY TOGETHER. Rules of play. Lawless. Hmm. So the Toymaker made everyone act like kids where the world revolves around them and only them? WHAT DID I SAY. STAY. TOGETHER. Oh no he's way too light. That was way too heavy for the Doctor to lift. Who's your mummy? Not an Empty Child reference just me being convinced his mummy is going to be someone. Oh nooooo not the "mama" and the teeth. OH RECAP TIME. Is this because they know a bunch of people skipped Twelve and Thirteen and even Eleven? Oh well. At least some acknowledgement. Still wish it was in the first of the specials but ok. "Oh, well, that's all right then." Ok look Toymaker has got a point for those three "surviving" but dying. Why only reference the Flux and nothing else Thirteen went through? Part of me is upset at no mention of the Fam and Dan, not even at least Yaz since Fourteen would have seen her only days earlier, but Thirteen had a clean track record of companions surviving so it's ok. Ok NPH's using his Barney magic trick skills ok. I see you. What do you mean a jigsaw of the Doctor's history? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT. PLEASE BE A REFERENCE TO THE ORIGINAL OLD WHO EPISODE. DON'T BE A HINT THAT RTD2 IS GOING TO TRY TO RETCON THE TIMELESS CHILD. JUST LET IT BE. I'm sorry the Master is in your WHAT. "The one who waits." Amy? Rory? They both waited. "That's someone else's game." huh. Sorry, all I see is Barney Stinson even in the mannerisms. I was wondering why if they went back in time that things would still be bad in the future. Since if they fixed it in 1925 it wouldn't happen. The Toymaker wouldn't be there. But no wibbly wobbly timey wimey just a different order. They should take the little toy box. Oh good took it. Don't you dare kill of Mel right here while she's watching the box. Don't you dare. I haven't even seen any of her episodes but I swear if you kill her.... WHAT. IS. THE. VLINX. THOUGH. Hey Doctor, at least tell Kate what you're up against. I was about to say that NPH was pretty perfect casting for a role like this, then the Toymaker threw Kate into a wall and too I'm mad now. DON'T HURT MEL TOO. Oh no. Kateeee I love you I do but listen to him ok? NOW you tell her about the Toymaker. Maybe some warning next time? Eh. He can shoot it. I didn't like this new UNIT building anyway. This is very Christmas Invasion. [thud] [glass shattering] OK that was dark. Wait celestials were a thing in Do You Hear Me? right? "And yet, I have fallen in love with humanity." Really hitting the nail on the "just like the Doctor" head here. OH. WOW. OOOOOOOOOOH. Next Doctor. Oooooooooooh. "It doesn't matter who. Because every single one of you is fantastic" RTD2 that better be a purposeful Nine reference though I know it's not. Don't you dare say "I don't want to go." for the third time. "Allons-y." Ok I'll accept that.

NO. NOT AGAIN. WE ARE NOT DOING ANOTHER TEN REGENERATION FAKE OUT. NO.

"What?" No. Nope. The spoiler came true and I am not happy about it. Time to add that asterisk. No. Is he not even wearing pants? Oh but I love Gatwa as the Doctor already so much. He's here. Oh Fifteen (fine I will say the number. I think this is the first time) gets to keep the tie. I meant to say I liked the grey knit tie earlier like 2 episodes ago. And the shoes. Oh and Ten's in an undershirt, I thought the shirt multiplied somehow just to not leave Fifteen totally naked. "Someone tell me what the hell is going on here?" I am so happy to see you. Why must your first scene involve you not wearing pants though? The disrespect. "I think you're beautiful." "Do you come in a range of colors?" "Yes." I... do not know how I feel about that line. I really don't like that Fifteen has to LITERALLY share his start with Fourteen. I was saying it when Gatwa was first announced as Fourteen and then not Fourteen because then Tennant got announced. And now it's literally happening. They're sharing the lines, the scene, 1 of 3 specials. Really more like half a special if we're being generous. I really wish we had just not done this Tenthree thing at all. See even Fourteen got to say "I'm the Doctor" first while Fifteen said "And I'm the Doctor." like. Come on. At least let Fifteen have that first line. HEY. THE CAPTIONS SAY [TENTH DOCTOR] NOT FOURTEENTH. SO WHICH IS IT. WHAT IS THE TRUTH. DOES THIS NOT COUNT?

Ok seriously. Give the man some pants. Like come on.

Eeek did he have too many teeth? He looked like he had too many teeth. Flat, 2D, like Flatline? "My legions are coming." Ok and that means... Oooh I did not like that the laugh's arpeggio didn't resolve. "And bind it in salt." SO. IS THIS SALT THING. REALLY A THING NOW? REALLY? Or is it just because the Doctor mentioned the whole salt thing being the leak that let the Toymaker in? And what about mavity? There's 15 minutes. The ball fell but did it hit the ground yet? Gravity? Maybe the game didn't end? The Doctor kissed themself. Not in the way the Master did but still.

Give him some pants please.

NO. NO. NOT ANOTHER LADY WITH RED NAILS PICKING UP SOMETHING THAT HAS THE MASTER INSIDE IT. NO. SERIOUSLY RTD WHY ARE WE DOING THINGS OVER? Unless it's Dhawan!Master. Then I will accept that. I will gladly have Dhawan!Master back. BUT OTHERWISE NO. I REFUSE. Why is Fourteen explaining this to Fifteen, he should remember it since he's him. Like come on. "This is great. I think. Is it?" That was a Thirteenism right there. "One thing you need in this place is a chair." see that's the Doctor channeling Bill judging Twelve not having chairs close enough to the console. "Adric." "Adric." ADRICCCCCC. Seriously that hurts me and like I said I haven't even watched that part of Old Who. God. Stop bringing up Rose come on. OH WAIT. WAIT.

WAIT.

"I loved her. And Rose." OH MY GOD. I hate Tenrose but even I'M freaking out that the Doctor just admitted to loving Rose out loud. OH MY GOD. I mean still fanservice pandering. But FINE. Fine. Tenrose shippers take this one I'm giving it to you. I got so distracted by my annoyance at the still constant bringing up of Rose I almost missed the weight of what that meant. Still mad about the Rose-colored-glasses of the RTD era but good for you guys getting this.

Mavic Chen? Remind me to look that up it sounds really familiar. Ah, wish I didn't look it up, gotta love that 60s racism. Rehab in reverse. So you're saying we're gonna check back in on Fourteen in the future and he'll properly regenerate and/or kind of pop into existence in the moment that Fifteen bi-generated? Maybe? Hopefully? God if I had a nickel for every time RTD had a second Doctor separate from the main Doctor and had Tennant's face stay on Earth with a companion, I'd have two nickels. Don't you dare split the TARDIS too. That's too much. I assume this hammer is an Old Who reference. If so, very cute. They split the TARDIS. And Fifteen gets the second TARDIS. I can't really describe my mood besides -_- "I am so sorry." Yeah you better apologize to her. Ok that's cute the ramp. Why the jukebox though. Traditional Earth ballad? If Billie Piper shows up I'm literally stomping across the pond to RTD's house and killing him because that'll officially be Too Much. I can't even be completely happy at Gatwa's first proper TARDIS flight. "You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye were you?" Of course he was. Ask Sarah Jane. ASK SUSAN. "As if I would ever do that." At least you're self aware. Have these two been the first Doctors to hug? So Fifteen tells people he loves them. Willingly. Openly. Frequently. And a lot. I like that. (Yes Fourteen said he loved Wilf and River but shhh that was over the course of days. Fifteen has said I love you twice in like 3 minutes and was very affectionate to Mel)

Can we PLEASE put this man in some pants though!?

The little 2-finger salute from Fourteen is cute though. "The eyebrow story." TWELVE? Nope an alien species. "Oh, you're family, darling. Sit down." AWWWW. AWWWWWW MEL GETS A FAMILY. Ok. Ok that's really sweet. That's what I care about. Not even Tenthree/Fourteen getting a family. Mel gets one. Empty chair. It's for Wilf yes but let me pretend Martha's just running late to dinner ok? Ok. "I've never been so happy in my life." That's good. Fifteen really split off from Fourteen and was like "Ok you carry all the trauma and deal with it. I'm gonna keep running away."

I knew the Vlinx was voiced by Nicholas Briggs. What IS the Vlinx though? Because I really was waiting for it to be like a plant by the Toymaker.

God I can't believe we're really gonna do the same thing all over again with the Master. Like I said, if it's Dhawan!Master then I'm overjoyed. If it's another, I'm not as happy. I'm hoping that because it was the same way Simm!Master had came back as himself, it means Dhawan!Master will too. We'll see. And who grabbed the tooth this time? At least last time the ring was in a forest. I could believe someone was nearby to take it. But they're on a HELICOPTER LANDING PAD. In the secure UNIT building. Seriously who picked up the tooth?

GIVE. MY MAN. SOME PANTS. I feel so insulted that Gatwa spent all of his moments in his first episode IN HIS UNDERWEAR.

The absolute highlight of the episode was seeing Trinity Wells. Literally the most excited I've been about any of these fanservice moments. That feels like it was fanservice just aimed directly at me. As if RTD2 was like "Hope's not gonna enjoy this. What can we do? No no I'm not bringing back Martha. Oh! Trinity Wells!"

*Asterisk time! I can only hope that Fourteen is just another Tentoo and will live and die a normal human life but that's not what seems to be the case. I don't like that there's just another Doctor floating around. I had been spoiled for it. I hoped I had misunderstood the post since I hadn't properly finished reading it once I realized it was a spoiler. But I interpreted it correctly. If it ends up being that Fourteen does eventually regenerate and kind of hops back into the moment the body splits into Fourteen and Fifteen, then fine. But like. Otherwise, if there's now just a separate branch of Doctors and regenerations and then Fifteen technically has to share the title of Fifteen with whoever regenerates from this Fourteen then I will be so mad. Is this Fourteen really Fourteentoo? Or Tenfour. CAN WE JUST STOP REGENERATING INTO DAVID TENNANT AT THIS POINT. Just have him come back as Ten, he doesn't need to be three maybe FOUR different Doctors!

Oh my god. If RTD2 pulls a "Fugitive!Doctor is actually a Doctor AFTER Fourteen and regenerated and forgot everything and then met Thirteen" instead of being a pre-First Doctor then I'll actually riot. If that's the meaning of the jigsaw of their history, I'm really gonna actually riot.

Of the 3 specials. The Meep was eh. It was fine. Pure nostalgia and a nightmare fuel alien monster of the week. However, I REALLY enjoyed Wild Blue Yonder. That was right up my alley combining aspects of a lot of my favorite past episodes. And the Giggle was fine. Better than the Meep, definitely. I love Fifteen. I'm mad about the bi-generation thing. I would have preferred if after the Toymaster was gone for a bit that Fourteen got sucked back into Fifteen or something as a way of the Universe correcting itself. I'm mad that for most of Fifteen's scenes, it felt more like he was Fourteen's companion. Not the next Doctor. ALSO WHY COULDN'T WE GIVE FIFTEEN SOME PANTS PLEASE. AT LEAST IN THE LATER SCENES.

Also is it still mavity? Did Donna really just ruin all of human history with that one joke?

Oh I just started proofreading and I realize my prediction of Black Friday was wrong. I really thought the Toymaker was gonna make everyone go crazy over a puppet toy.

GIVE FIFTEEN SOME PANTS.

#hope watches doctor who #dw spoilers #doctor who spoilers #the giggle #my non-spoiler verdict: pants #also: a cameo that only i would freak out over #(no it's not the obvious person who you think it is. if it had been i'd be a crying mess probably)

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thegallows-world · 2 years

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Opportunity presented itself

Less than a week as roommates Conner and I would wrestle until we were sweaty. He was on the college gymnastics team and had an awesome body. I was in good shape and a bit bigger so I had an advantage. I would often pin him down and choke him. I loved the gurgling sounds and how he kicked and struggled.

Most of his friends were from the team and were all very fit. His friend Aaron was like the leader of their group and jealous of those outside since most gymnast are not very tall like my buddies on the water polo team.

One evening after a few beers at his friends we came home and he tackled me and pinned me to the floor. He always seemed to have the advantage when we drank. He choked me over and over by squeezing and letting go. He giggled each time. We were both soaked with sweat when he let me up. The next day as he was reading I snuck up from behind and garrotted him with a jump rope I had. I made it tight but not so that it left a bruise. His friend Aaron came over to give back a book he borrowed and saw Connors neck red from the rope. He asked Connor "did he try to hang you?" Connor laugh and said we were just fooling around. I'm certain that Aaron went and told the others that I tried to strangle Connor.

Weeks later after a few beers we were wrestling and I got his hands tied behind his back. I got him to kneel in front of a mirror. I got my video camera going and said "You get to watch yourself strangle."

I had a black cord I was saving for this occasion. His abs tighten when I put the cord around his neck and the vein on the side of his neck bulged as I rubbed his shoulders to get him relaxed. I moved the cord above his cute adamsapple and made it snug. He was as curious as I was to watch him strangle. He swallowed a couple of times and after the third time I pulled on the ends of the cord squeezing his neck. Just a little gasp as the cord halted his breath. He didn't struggle much but his abs worked hard to get him a breath. Then his eyes rolled back and head fell forward as he passed out. He came to right away after I laid him down on the floor. He said "Damn, that has to be what it is like to be strangled to death " I un-tied his hands and we both took a nice shower together. After we had some wine and watch him strangle again. I would often find the video out of its case and often watched it myself while I was home alone.

On one occasion I was stepping in a hot tub at our apartment complex, Connor and his friends were already in it. As I stepped in I felt someone's leg stick out to trip me. Aaron was looking up at me and I thought it was him. I flicked his adamsapple with my finger. His eyes open wide and asked why I did that. I said "You tried to trip me!" Connor then admitted that it was he that did that. I apologized to Aaron but he didn't respond. His friend Ian asked him "did he just flick your adamsapple?"

I heard Aaron say "yup, now I know who we are going to hang."

Over the next couple of months Connor and I would continue to wrestle and occasionally I would garrot him with the rope. He also used it on me as well but he often preferred to get my neck between his strong legs and scissor choke me. It was like being strangled by a python. Aaron came over twice after Connor was garrotted and saw the red line across his throat and would say to Connor "when are we going to hang him?" Arron would look at me when he said it as if he was asking Connor for permission. Connor never responded. One day I went to pick up Connor after practice and he was among his friends on the team. As I came close I heard Aaron say "here he comes get a rope?" His friend Ian said "Let's hang him." It was an awkward moment as the others seemed to agree.

Connor and I left and as we drove I asked Connor if Aaron says that to all of his friends. Connor says "No, just you."

I said "he has them all saying that I should hang?"

Connor : "Actually, he really wants to hang you."

I said "All this time he has been saying 'when are we going to hang him ' he really wanted to hang me? Does the whole team want to hang me?"

Connor :"Ian wants to hang you too."

I said "and that's OK with you!"

Connor "he doesn't want to kill you just hang you like he saw in a video one time."

I said "and you are ok with that!"

He said "it's not like he can just come over and hang you. But everyone has seen the video and he says that you have thee perfect neck to hanged like that."

Again I said " AND YOU WOULD BE OK WITH THAT !"

He just shook his head as if I didn't understand. I asked him if he had seen this video. He said he had and that if I wanted to see it he would get it from Aaron. Weeks later my curiosity got to me and I asked Connor to get the video. He popped it in watched it with me. The video started with a group of shirtless guys under a patio with a strong beam in the middle. Two eye-bolts secured in the beam and a rope threaded through. On one side was a noose and on the other was a weight on a chair. One of the guys has his hands tied behind his back and they brought him over near the noose. One of them un-tied the noose, it was just for affect. He wrapped the rope around his neck twice and a knot tied above his adamsapple. The cameraman gave a close-up of his neck, veins on the side plump and adamsapple struggles to get under the rope to swallow. Another guy tied the other end to the weight. The hot, shirtless guy was compliant but his abs tighten with anticipation. There was no sound but they seemed to use the clock as the signal to slowly lower the weight pulling his head back and lifting to his toes. Most of the weight was on the back of his neck which put less pressure on his throat as a noose would. My heart raced as I watched this lean, muscled guy strangle. They allowed him to struggle until his body went limp-about 45 seconds. They quickly un-tied the rope around his neck and laid him down. Sweat made his body shine and left two red lines around his neck. He was not out long and his abs labored to get him a breath in between coughs. It was very exciting to know that someone wanted to hang me like that.

Connor said "Its not much different than the last time you garrotted me in front of the mirror and I passed out."

I said "I never strangled you in front of your friends."

He said "I think Aaron would enjoy that in front of the guys to get the maximum amount of humiliation"

Connor and I were both obviously excited after watching it I went into my room to enjoy the moment.

Though I wasn't there Aaron asked Connor if I enjoyed watching the video, Connor said that he just smiled and nodded - it was more than enough.

Not long after I saw Aaron at a party near by. Aaron was a very good looking guy with long hair, great smile and cute adamsapple - I loved to recall when I flicked it. I got a drink then walked over to him. "Connor says that you really would like to hang me as they did in that video."

He said "if the opportunity presented itself." Then took a long drink.

I said "is it because I flicked your adamsapple that one time?"

He said "that's not why but it was when I knew it should be you"

Then he said " given the opportunity you wouldn't want to garrot me like you have done to Connor?"

I looked at his strong and handsome neck and said "given the opportunity I guess I would enjo that"

We toasted each other, I enjoyed watching him swallow his drink.

Then Connor and Ian came over. Ian said "should I get the rope?"

I said "You can't just hang someone, you have to have an indictment then a trial and a verdict and then sentence. Before you get the rope out." Arron and Ian looked at each other as if I gave them an idea.

Just over a month later I came home after my last final exam ready to enjoy the evening with some friends and beer. It was a hot day so I changed into shorts, tank top and flip flops. As I came out of my room two of Connors friends met me with a piece of paper and said "You have been served" It was a grand jury indictment that one of them got from their dad's work in the court house.

I was being accused of Gross Inhumane Behavior and ordered to stand trial. There was lots of details and the Prosecutor's recommded sentence was :

"Hang by the neck"

A friend of mine was told earlier what they had planned and told him he should be my lawyer. Eric was happy to play along. I showed him the indictment and told him "They really want to hang me." He said "They showed me the video and said they would do it with or without me ". Also, Eric was no match against any of Connors friends and his dad was a lawyer so if anything he could help. More and more guys started to come over knowing what was planned. Connor came to me and said "I didn't know about any of this until I was got here. " I said "it's ok, I was the one that gave them the idea "

Aaron came in after knowing that I got the indictment and said "the trial starts at 6:00 pm." They used a pull up bar that went in between the door jams to the hallway and had a noose dangling from it. Aaron introduced Eric to Patrick who would be the judge. I had not met Patrick before, but I thought to myself that I wouldn't mind being sentenced by him. Blue eyes and light blond hair with a great jaw line. His glasses made him look very official.

My old roommate came in and talked to Aaron and Connor, I had forgotten that Aaron knew him. Then came over to me and said "They want me to testify." I asked "are you going to? He said "sure, why not."

I said "They want to hang me."

He said "after all those times you garrotted me you deserve it. Besides I'm sure they wouldn't really hurt you." He then went and grabbed a beer. It was starting to look enviable and everyone was ok with it. Connor brought me a beer as more guys came and were assigned positions : procecutor, juror, witness, guard, executioner.

Two young neighbors from high school were also asked to be witnesses Eric came over with them and with some concern worried about testifying. They were told that the noose could be used on them if they didn't. I told them to go ahead but don't lie. After a couple of beers they were eager to testify..

At 6:00 pm everyone was taking their positions and judge Patrick open the court. Ian was the procecutor and in his opening said how the state would prove that I accumulated so many instances of Inhumane Behavior that I should be found guilty and that the sentence be that I should be hanged.

Eric opened like a true defense attorney that I only played as hard as those that played with me and that no one was ever injured by it.

They had my old roommate Chris on the stand first. Asked if I ever used a rope to strangle him with it and if it ever left a mark on his neck. Chris agreed that I had many times strangled him with a rope but only a couple of times did it leave a mark.

Eric crossed by asking if Chris ever responded in kind. Chris agreed that he did. Ian countered if it was even between us or one more than the other. Chris implyed that I had many more times used the rope against him.

Aaron took the stand to say that he saw Connor with red lines on his neck caused by me using a rope to garrot Connor though he never actually saw me do it. He also testified that I said, given the opportunity that I would like to garrot him as well. He told them how I flicked his adamsapple for no reason.

Connor reluctantly testified that I had choked and garrotted him many times. Ian showed the jury the video of Connor be garrotted in front of the mirror and passing ou. Eric held his own as if he was a true defense attorney but the testamony was overwhelming. By the end of the trial I would have voted guilty.

Jason, the high school neighbor was the last to testify. He told how he saw me choke Connor and that I once squeezed his neck with my hands playfully. You could tell that he was worried a bit for me.

Ian summed up his case. Then Eric made a great speech on my behalf. Judge Patrick gave the jurors their orders and sent them to the room. The six jurors took two six packs with them as they passed the noose to the room. The judge, Ian and Eric walked outside for a cigarette and talked. Aaron came and sat next to me. He said "well, it looks like the opportunity has presented itself."

I said "I presume that you will be the hangman?" With a big smile he said " Oh yeah"

I said "You must have planned this for a while."

Aaron "ever since I came up with the idea of a trial." He laughed

I said " Did you practice? Do you know what you are doing?"

Aaron"Just this week we couldn't during competition but I got to do it with Ian and Connor."

I said "CONNOR! he helped you with this?"

Aaron "No, not the planning. But since he was used to being strangled he let me practice on him. I used Ian too because he knew of my plan but his neck is thin and long and I was afraid it would hurt him. Connor was actually my first choice after he lost in competition two months ago. But the guys on the team didn't like that idea."

I said "then I came along"

Aaron "yup, were born to hang as they say " he played with the chain around my neck.

A juror came out to get more beer and said that they needed 10 more minutes.

They came back in then judge Patrick came in. They stood and treated him like a judge when he entered.

"Do you have a unanimous verdict?

"We do your honor"

They passed the form to the judge.

He unfolded it and passed it back and asked the Forman. "How do you find the defendant?

He responded " We find the defendant Guilty"

The rest of the guys cheered.

Judge Patrick thanked the jury.

Then says "would you please rise" Eric and I stood up..

Judge : This court has found you guilty of Gross Inhuman Behavior,

Is there anything you want to say before I pronounce the sentence of this court?"

Worried that I would sound awkward I shook my head No.

Judge Patrick took off his glasses and looked directly at me with his intense blue eyes and said "Having heard testimony of your behavior it is this courts opinion that you have accumulated the annimus of the state that I have no choice but to sentence you to hang by your neck. It is to commence at exactly 9:00 pm with no appeal."

He trapped his make shift gavel and dismissed the court.

I thanked Eric for trying and told him how impressed I was. Connor came over and asked if I was mad at him. I told him no, I brought this on myself.

Just before 7:00 they ordered pizza and some went out for more beer.

Ian and two others came over with a dog chain and rope. One of them put the chain over my head and left it loose around my neck. The rope was attached to this chain and then tied to the leg of the heavy table. It was that or put in the closet until it was time.

One of the jurors was a buddy of mine from the water polo team. He said that he was sorry that he voted guilty but "I have never seen anyone hang before, besides everything they said was true. Just the video of you garroting him in front of the mirror until he past out was enough."

I said "They would probably have hanged you if you didn't go along "

By 7:30 the pizza came and the young, cute pizza guy saw them practicing with Eric what they were going to do. He asked Connor "are they going to hang that guy?"

Connor "No, not him. They are just practicing. He's going to be hanged later." - Pointing at me.

Aaron said "he's going to hang at 9:00, what time do you get off work?”

he said "8:00 can I come and watch?"

Aaron said "sure, bring another pizza"

Pizza guy "can I bring a friend ?"

Connor "sure"

I ate pizza and drank beer as guys came over and played with the chain around my neck. They had the video of the guy that was hanged playing each time someone new came in.

Aaron had a guys practice tying Eric's hands behind his back and had a suitcase ready to be filled with books for weight on the other end of the rope. Aaron used a few of the guys to practice tying the rope around their neck.

Patrick came over to see how I was doing. He rubbed my shoulder and said " that was about the most errotic thing I have ever done. I had to go to my place and jerk off "

That made me so hard.

About 8:30 the pizza guy and his cute friend came in with more pizza.

Ian turned on the video for them to see. Then they came over to me.

" Wow, that has to be crazy knowing that you are going to hang "

I said "it's pretty wild"

Aaron told them " let me show you the noose "

Connor brought me a beer. I said "I can't believe you invited the pizza guy and his friend to watch me hang," Connor said "ah, how else will they learn. "

The two neighbor guys got with them as Aaron was showing the two how the two pull up bars allows the suitcase full of books will pull anyone in the noose up. He showed them how to properly put on a noose and how much more effective it was than the way I was going to hang. He told the four of them that they had to play rock - paper - scissors and that one of them will try it with half empty suitcase for 15 seconds. They turned to each other with the pizza guys friend being the loser. His name was Donny and he looked like a very young and smaller version of Tom Cruise. Ian helped him take his shirt off and tied his hands behind his back. He looked at the pizza guy and said "You brought me here to see me hang didn't you?"

Pizza guy " wait, no. Let me hang instead, he going to think I set this whole thing up."

Aaron " Sorry, rule is that once your hands are tied behind your back then there's no going back "

They had a video camera on as well

They made him stand near noose and Aaron let the pizza guy put it around his neck. Aaron adjusted the noose above his adamsapple as he nervously stood there. Then Ian slowly lowered suitcase. He gagged as the weight pulled him up on his toes, squeezing his neck, tilting his head and making his face red. Just 15 seconds and they let him down. They let the pizza guy take the noose off his friends neck. It was even fun for me to watch.

Now 8:45 they took me to the bathroom 'Just in case', It was about time anyways.

Then back in the room with the recorder going they took off the chain and took off my tank top and tied my hands behind my back. Then a strap across my chest and arms. Aaron came into the room shirtless and with a hood, he came ready for his part. The suitcase was filled with books and on a chair in the hall. The rope over the bar in the closet and over the bar in the hall.

Aaron : "The state has ordered that you be hanged by your neck, is there anything you want to say?"

Sweat rolling down my body I shake my head No.

8:58 they position me next to the noose. Aaron un-ties the noose and puts the rope around my neck twice With one minute to go he adjust the rope above my adamsapple and makes it snug and tied a knot above my adamsapple. The other end of the rope attached to the weight.

With 10 seconds Aaron suggest that I swallow one last time. The rope was so tight that when I swallowed my adamsapple could not get back under the rope. Aaron help get the rope back up just in time. Ian slowly lowered the suitcase at exactly at 9:00.

My head was pulled back the weight pulled me to my toes. I could hear myself gasp and wheeze as the guys laughed and cheered.

The weight was more than I thought it would be. For about 15 seconds I was able to gasp enough air but then found myself gurgling. I couldn't swallow so I choked on my spit. By 30 seconds I was strangling and bouncing on my toes making it tighter with each bounce. I could hear them laugh at my abs and how the spit was rolling down my chin.

At 45 seconds my body went still to conserve energy. The crowd got quiet waiting to see if I would last the one minute required "by law"

The video reviled that my body went limp at 55 seconds and hanged lifeless for 5 seconds.

I woke up a few minutes later lying on top of my bed. Just Connor and old roommate Chris were there when I woke. I was soaked in sweat and my neck sore. After a short while they sat me up and un-tied my hands. In the other room they were already replaying my hanging as well as Donny's hanging and Connor being strangled.

I started to hang at 9:00 and emerged from the room at 9:15.

The noose again dangling from the bar. They cheered when I came out and Aaron came and shook my hand and said that I was a good sport about it. Connor gave me a beer but I wasn't able to swallow for a while. A few guys got there late but were able to watch the video.

Later that evening the pizza guy and his friend were joking about him being hanged. His friend thought that that's why he brought him. He asked Aaron if he knew that they would hang him before he got there. Aaron said :"No. But if you want to make it even we will hang him for you."

He looked at his friend and said "We will never be even if they don't hang you too"

Pizza guy "Donny, I didn't choose you to be hanged, I even offered to take your place!"

Donny :"Ok, then you should be ok if they hang you now, so that we could be even "

Pizza guy " I'm not going to tell them to hang me "

Aaron looks at Donny "last chance"

Donny looks at his friend then says

"Hang him"

Ian was ready with the rope and ties his hands behind his back. Patrick takes half of the weight out of the suitcase and puts it on the chair. The pizza guy is surprised with the speed of which they had him ready to hang.

This time I was able to watch close up. Patrick gave the noose to Donny and said " You have the honors."

Donny put the noose over his friend head and said "This will be over and we will be even "

Patrick adjusted the noose snug above his adamsapple and told him to swallow. The rope bounced up and down then Aaron lowered the weight pulling him up. He seemed surprised as the noose squeezed his neck as tight as it did. Donny watched as his friend strangled in the noose. His cute abs tighten unable to get a breath.

It was awesome to watch Patrick be the hangman.

Just 15 seconds but his body went limp. They made the noose loose and laid him down. Just a few seconds and his body spasim and he was awake. Donny took the noose off his neck and helped him sit up. Aaron un-tied his hands.

Pizza guy. "Wow, that was crazy, did I pass out?."

Donny " Yeah, but just for a second "

Pizza guy. "I gotta watch that"

They went over and watched themselves hang over and over.

I told Patrick "They thought I was going to be the big show "

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victorluvsalice · 1 year

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We’ve reached Spring Tuesday in the Chill Valicer Save, and -- as promised last week -- I have fixed the lighting situation in the house! And made a few other little tweaks and improvements while I was at it, because build mode is my passion. :p First though, please marvel over my very impressive shot of lightning striking the tree behind the greenhouse, because I basically NEVER pause the game in time to get a snap of lightning when it strikes in this game. :D

Okay, so -- first things first, the updates from my little trip into build mode:

1. The major update -- I have replaced ALMOST all electric lights in this house with candle chandeliers and sconces from Vampires! Mostly because those are the brightest and best off-the-grid lights I could find in the catalog. The only places that didn’t get this update were Smiler’s party on the upper level of the barn (as I felt it made more sense for that spot to have electric lights), and the greenhouse (as I couldn’t find any other good lights that would fit). Now, when the power inevitably goes out again, the house itself will stay lit, because candles work off-the-grid! My HOPE is that having fewer electric lights will also allow the household to rebuild its power surplus and thus have power for longer stretches.

2. I replaced Victor’s CC Bioshock Infinite upright piano with the actual upright piano from Growing Together -- while I like the CC one, I really liked the colorful swatches on the new “canonical” one, and wanted to use it. It even has slots on top, making it the perfect place to store that MySim trophy Smiler recently picked up. :) I also hung up a painting Victor did recently on his sketchpad, and put down a new rug -- one of the swatches available on Simularity’s new nursery rug set! Yes, okay, the rug is INTENDED for nurseries, as in the name, but the minute I saw that butterfly swatch, I knew it was perfect for Victor. XD

3. After talking to my friend Squid (@gaydragonwizards) about the new moon mirror from Werewolves, I realized it would be a good addition to the seance room, so I hung it up over the rocking chair. I also got the little moon salt lamp and stuck that in there too, atop the bizarre idol shelf. :)

4. And you can’t really see any of these in any of the pictures, but I added a couch to the back porch, made the greenhouse a little bit bigger to accommodate either more trees (or possibly stairs, if I decide I need a second level at some point) and rearranged the trees/plants on the grounds to accommodate that, and swapped out the games table in Smiler’s party room to one of the new Growing Together ones because it had better swatches.

Whew! Mostly little tweaks, like I said, but it did all take some time (especially the greenhouse thing, given I had to figure out where the tree that was in the corner was going). I also took a moment to turn off the Self Discovery mechanic (I mentioned this before, but unless you want the game to pester you on the regular about making Sims Paranoid, I wouldn’t recommend having it on in a Haunted House) and note down everyone’s conversational likes and dislikes:

-->Victor is a fan of Deep Thoughts, Stories, Affection, and talking about Hobbies

-->Alice is a fan of Deep Thoughts, Stories, and talking about Hobbies

-->Smiler is a fan of Compliments, Stories, being Silly, Pranks, and talking about Hobbies and Interests

*shrug* They all have something to talk about that they all like, at least!

Okay, so, now that building and preferencing is all done, what about gameplay? Well, after a bit of early Victor/Smiler flirting, Smiler took advantage of a brief burst of power to head upstairs and FINALLY upload their latest SimsTube video, while Alice did some painting and Victor went out to clear some creepy hands -- just in time for Temperance to appear! Well, we know what to do about HER, don’t we?

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jreynoldsward · 1 year

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What a contrast from last week. Yes, three inches of snow last week. Bare ground and crocus blooming this week. Life in the mountains. However, I think we're on the upside of spring these days.

Sigh. This was one time where, yet again, I don't really want to write this accountability post. I'm in one of those periodic down phases of production and sales. No one is checking out the books, my promotional energy is fading, and I'm really struggling with the whole thing. Another week where I have the perception that nothing happened.

And yet, it did. I experimented with the new-to-me creation of videos in Book Brush and made a couple for Broken Angel's book birthday. I don't know that they've had much of an impact, and yet...baby steps, baby steps, I need to keep telling myself.

I made some progress on writing Federation Cowboy, and have an outline for completion. It's going to be around 60k words, which is probably about right for the sort of book it is.

I started exploring further options for online discussion and promotion, especially since Twitter is now being a pain about Substack posts (this one will probably get throttled, but we shall see). I also took a social media class given by Allison K. Williams through Jane Friedman. That class requires a bit of digestion and consolidation of notes, along with a specific action plan because there were some excellent suggestions that were helpful. I. Just. Have. To. Do. It.

One of the grim things I'm considering is activity tracking for a few days. Just note everything and figure out what I'm doing when and where. Part of this is about energy management. I suspect I'm doing better than I think, but part of all this is finding balance.

And maybe, just maybe, I need to consider readjusting my goals. I've already put aside the dream of making it big. It hurts to admit that, but I am most likely always going to be an obscure writer with a handful of readers. I can't go to in-person gatherings, and it's becoming obvious that this is a necessity these days. Oh, I interact with people on social media, but that isn't everything and you can only tell the same group of people so much about what you're doing. I've paid for some advertising and promotion, but am reluctant to do the big social media expenditures because if I don't see results from smaller $$, then what will I see from bigger $$$? I don't have the $$ to pay for hiring someone to do it, and frankly, that aspect of promotion is far too daunting for me.

Obviously, while the above paragraph reflects reality, I still have a tiny wisp of that dream. I get just enough feedback to suggest that it might happen, or it's close...but it has been close for so many years that it's kind of ridiculous to consider.

Ah well. Time to get back to writing work instead of agonizing.

#writers on tumblr #writers life #writing accountability

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xxlost-cityxx · 3 years

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ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS

Ship/Characters: Top!Kirishima Eijirou, Bottom!Bakugou Katsuki

TW/CW: camming(Bakugou's a camboy), rough anal sex, anal fingering, choking, spanking, begging, crying, overstimulation, praising, degrading, enthusiastic consent

Summary: Bakugou's famous for being in the top 3 best doms for a camboy porn site, but as he tries to out rank an up and rising couple, his fans get to see the moment he realises he's a submissive bottom

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Katsuk has been a camboy for a little over 2 years now, starting right off the bat once he graduated high school. As he was 18 and living on his own and with a low paying job, he quickly realized he needed another source of income to live even slightly comfortably in today's world. Then came a random ad that just so happened to catch his eye, a porn site catching a lot of popularity, a few cam stars seeming to live a life of luxury from simply filming themselves for anyone to see.

Katsuki had to try it out.

He's had his fair share of horny old men groping him out in public, so why not get paid for them to watch him instead?

That plan was one of his best ideas yet. He rose to fame so quickly he choked on water after posting his 4th video ever, seeing that his rough, aggressive attitude turned a lot of people on. A lot meant 14,000 at the time. A month into camming and he was making over 54,000 yen a week! And now, with nearly 500,000 perverts at his mercy, it was much more. He started live streaming last year, and it went amazing. Until a new couple joined the camming business. Suddenly 'loving boyfriend rails his curvy brown haired slut' was all anyone wanted to see. This broccoli headed bitch stole half the damn site from almost every other cammer out there!

So there was only one thing Katsuki could do now.

He had to fuck someone on one of his streams.

He blew up the first time he fucked a flesh light, degrading the inanimate object like no tomorrow, easily being labeled one of the best doms out there. So the only way to get back on top was to dom a real person.

But he wasn't going to fuck one of his weird ass fans, god no. He needed to find someone close to him who would keep their mouth shut.

After brainstorming and browsing the most popular porn categories, he got an idea. The best way to narrow down his options for what type of person he'd need is by his audience. He quickly went to his profile insights, his eyes narrowing as over 60% were females. He quickly smirked, easily going back to the most popular categories and filtering out what he didn't want to do and what his audience wouldn't be into. And the one that came out ontop, was gay shit. Katsuki was going to dom a guy. And if it meant coming out on top over all the useless cammers, he'd fuck the shit out of a twink.

"Sorry man, I would've considered it back when we first graduated, but Hitoshi and Kyo would rather stab you than let me take your dick up my ass." Denki said, casually sighing and taking a sip of his coffee. The elders around the coffee shop gasped, giving nasty side eyes which Katsuki couldn't care less about. "What!?" He nearly shouted, Sero and Mina covering their mouths to prevent any laughter from coming out to the point their faces were turning red.

"Why not ask Sero-" "-Oh hell no! I'm not letting Katsudon fuck me on camera!" Sero shouted, ignoring Bakugou's glare from calling him Katsudon.

"You really need to fuck a guy for this? Why not stick to your usual content? No.2 is better than much else, right?" "Hell no! I'm the best and I'm going to prove I'm the fuckin' best! Denki's the only twink I know, so help me find another!" Katsuki yelled, a few families being rushed out of the shop.

After going through everyone that fit Bakugou's qualifications. They had nothing. Bakugou was ready to tear someone's head off at this point. After doing so much research, he didn't have the final piece.

"Hey Mina, you're a chick. What do you suggest 'suki do?" Denki sighed, folding in on himself. "I mean, we do love our gay shit man." He said in an inhale. "But why not get fucked instead? We know way more doms than we do twinks." She said, tilting her head. "Oh- Hell no!" Bakugou shouted, Sero wincing. "I'm the best fuckin' dom on this shitting porno site and I'm going to prove it!" "Sounds like a bratty bottom to me." Sero mumbled.

After more shouting and arguing. Kirishima finally arrived. "Sorry, my last client had a lot of knots in their back and thighs! Took a lot longer than I expected." He said with his happy smile, still wearing his scrubs and smelling like coconut oil. "Eiji~! Gimme a deep tissue massage!" Denki whined, rushing over and jumping face first into the bed. "He just gave massages all day dude, give him a break.." Sero mumbled, shaking his head.

And it was like a light bulb. His brain flashing to massage porn intro's being in the top 100 categories. "Kirishim!" Bakugou shouted firmly, standing up straight. Kiri froze, slowly turning to look at him with fearful eyes. "Y-Yes…?" "Let me fuck you for my cam stream." And it went dead silent.

And that's how they're here. Setting up the ring lights, almond oil on the shelves and a small white towel for Bakugou to cover his ass with. The plan was that Eijirou would get handsy during the massage and Katsuki would turn around and start domming him. Kirishima is bigger than Bakugou in the height and muscle department, but that was only going to make the plot better. Eijrou definitely wasn't telling him something. After hesitating to agree in the first place, and only after Bakugou promised a share of the money, Kirishima was just so...unnatural at this situation, his movements starting off as more dominating until he took it down to a submissive level.

Katsuki started the live, giving his quickly joining fans a cocky smirk before standing up, walking back and laying down on the black table.

The comments were filled with surprise and questions as to who the red haired hulk was beside the table, but they went unanswered.

Kirishima grabbed the bottle of almond oil, pouring some into his hands and quickly starting on Katsuki's thighs, gently rubbing into the muscles with experienced ease.

Bakugou's eyes widened at the feeling, his core already getting hot with desire. And as Kirishima's fingers went under the towel to his inner thighs, he fought a gasp. Comments filled with perverted comments telling the redhead to get more handsy and to give the blond a hand job with all the oil.

But as Eijirou put a knee on the table and nearly climbed over Katsuki to perfectly get his back, Katsuki started panting at the feeling. It wasn't the massage that was getting him. It was the feeling of Eijirou's crotch rubbing against the thin towel, his cock slightly hard underneath his black scrubs.

As it was about time for the script to move onto Katsuki domming Kirishima, Bakugou was stifling whimpers of shock and embarrassment. His cock aching for him to fuck Kirishima…..actually. His body was aching to be fucked by Kirishima.

As Katsuki was turned around, His eyes were teary, his fans taking quick, shocked notice and flooding the comments with surprise, degrading, perverted insults about how he looked like a twink instead.

Kirishima's eyes slightly widened at the sight, and as Bakugou swallowed his embarrassment and shock, he focused on his arousal and his own perverse desires. "F-Fuck me….instead.." He whispered, his eyes slightly squinting and blurring with tears.

Before he knew it, Eijirou was leaning over top of him with a slick hand around his neck. Bakugou couldn't help but moan at the pressure, his stream struggling to keep up with the influx of viewers and comments about the top 3 best doms getting put in his place by a rando.

Bakugou's mind wasn't on the donations anymore, not on the follower count or his ranking at this point. He was gasping for air as Kirishima roughly kissed and bit at his body, keeping an iron grip on Katsuki's neck. "Oh fuck yes- Was hoping to god I would be able to fuck your tight ass one day-!" Kirishima breathed against his skin, licking up his nipple to his jaw and nipping at him.

He suddenly ripped himself off the blonde, walking over to the camera and grabbing it, making a winky face at the viewers as he moved the camera to get a better view of Bakugou teary eyed, flushed and a line of red, darkening hickies and bites.

He got back on the table, roughly gripping Katsuki's thighs and harshly pushing them apart, an action that would probably make some other guy pull a muscle. He wrapped his arms around his spread thighs, pulling his hips up to meet his crotch, the pale skin against his dark black scrubs finally letting Bakugou and the viewers know what the newbie was packing, and it was a lot.

"H-Holy fuck-" Bakugou whispered out as his towel was ripped off of him, oil being grabbed off the table and the cap popped open. Kirishima paused, looking up to Bakugou, a silent plea for last minute permission. Katsuki's red eyes met crimson, and he swiftly nodded his head, accidentally earning more donations from the show of submission.

Eijirou lathered his fingers in oil, tracing the blond's pink hole carefully, giving the camera another adjustment so the viewers could see his perfect view as well; a red faced, teary eyed dom with his tight ass being slicked up so nicely.

The oil made Katsuki's muscle relax easily, becoming soft under the thick tanned finger, and as he swiftly plunged in the singular finger, Katsuki gasped with shock, his eyes going wide at the foregin feeling.

Kirishima slowly pumped his finger, adding slightly more oil every time his muscle got a bit too tight, slipping in more fingers every time his rim was soft. It felt like such a short amount of time between preparing to dom his best friend to being finger fucked by him. Eijirou's forearm had veins slightly protruding as he slammed his fingers into his friend at a pace that made vibrators look pathetic. Katsuki's pretty little back was arched so nicely, his muscles flexing and his toes curling, tears falling from his eyes as moan after moan was ripped from him.

"P-Please! I can't! I can't take it anymore!" He finally sobbed, shaking his head at the man's brutal pace, purposely avoiding his prostate after hitting it every couple times.

Kirishima smirked, slowly sliding his fingers out only to slide his thumbs inside, stretching the soft muscle as he pleased, showing off the blond's perfectly hot pink insides, his swollen rim slick and twitching. "So nice and pretty for me, hm? You wanna take my fat cock for the first time? Expose how much of a slut you are for cock? For my cock?" Kirishima said seductively, moving the camera again.

Katsuki nodded his head rapidly, his eyes glued to the hard to see bulge under his black scrubs. "Use your words, baby." Eijirou said firmly, palming himself. "Y-Yes- I want it-! I w-want your fat cock-!" He said, face flushing with embarrassment again. "Good boy~" He cooed, finally grabbing the hem of his pants and pulling them down.

It was almost like he struggled to pull the front down far enough, his cock just kept following, and once it finally got over his tip, his penis sprung up to lightly slap against his stomach before it weighed itself down. The camera got Bakugou's surprise and shock perfectly, the comments finally going quiet, almost as if everyone had to take in what they were seeing as well.

Kirishima grabbed the base of his cock, lifting it and letting it slap against Bakugou's hole, earning a slightly muffled whimper from the blond. He gently moved his hips, letting his cock slide smoothly against his hole, his tip teasing the smaller's balls. The comments were filled with encouragement and orders to get on with it.

Kirishima chuckled darkly, letting his tip catch on the rim, slowly pushing in. Bakugou's eyebrows furrowed before his mouth dropped and eyes widened with the pressure. He let out a guttural moan, his legs starting to shake.

As Eijirou bottomed out with a groan, Katsuki was shaking and whimpering, his own well endowed cock red and dripping precome.

The redhead pulled out before slamming back in, the blond shooting up with shock only to be met with a hand on his neck again, pinning him down as the Kirishima harshly forced his way between Bakugou's legs even more, only giving the blond a couple seconds to adjust before he started snapping his hips into the smaller man's ass. Bakugou took in one breath of air before lewd moans poured from him, his voice cracking every time his skin was slapped with another brutal thrust.

"Agh- P-Please-!" Katsuki nearly screamed out, Eijirou grabbing the back of his knees and pressing them back to meet his shoulders, effectively putting him in a mating press. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you fucking want!" Eijirou growled out, groaning as Katsuki's tight, slicked up boy cunt tried to milk him, pulsing and sucking him in with every movement. "I-I want it harder! Please- Please fuck me harder! Give me more!" Bakugou nearly sobbed, looking at where their bodies were connected with teary wide eyes. "Such a fuckin' slut-! Making all these people think you were a fucking dom, only to start begging for the first fat cock you see! Want it harder? Wanna feel my fat dick in you for days?" He growled, eagerly moving to grab Katsuki's ankles and awkwardly spreading them over Katsuki's head before turning him, ripping his cock out of his pillowy ass and nearly picking the blond up by his ass, grabbing the nape of his neck and forcing him on his knees with his head down.

He slammed back in, the blond nearly screaming once again as he set another brutal pace. "Y-Yes! Please, god yes! Fuck me more! Don't stop!" Katsuki sobbed, drool and tears staining his lewd face. "Wouldn't fucking dream of it! You love having your little boy cunt fucked, huh? Love how I fucking ruin you on this dick?" Kirishima growled, slapping a hand down on his fat ass, groaning loudly at the sight of all the excess muscle and fat jiggle even more.

Katsuki's ass slapped against Eijirou's abs every time he slammed into the boy, his back muscles looking so pretty at this angle.

"Oh shit- I'm gonna cum! Please make me cum! Don't fucking stop~!" Bakugou moaned, arching his back and lifting his ass up higher so Eijirou could hit his prostate at the best angle. "Haven't even touched your cock and you're gonna cum? Fucking do it! Cum on this cock, make it yours and I'll fuck you every day!" Kirishima promised, sharpening his thrusts to where all Bakugou could do is claw at the padded table and scream, staring into the camera as his orgasm was building higher and higher.

"I- Fuck! I'm fucking cummin'!" Bakugou screamed, his body shaking under Kirishima as his thrusts went unbroken, hurtling Katsuki into overstimulation. He started screaming for relief, but as Kirishima planted his hands into the curvature of Bakugou's spine, he started thrusting purely for his own relief. Groaning and growling above a sobbing Katsuki. "S-Stop! I can't! Slow down~ Please!" Katsuki begged, his cock trying to harden again. His body was on fire, every nerve fried with pleasure he'd never experienced, and Katsuki knew he was addicted.

"Almost fuckin' there! Gonna cum in your ass- Claim you, make you mine!" Eijirou groaned out, his balls drawing up tight as his own climax ripped through him, filling up the man's stomach with his cum.

He slowly pulled out, Katsuki in the same position even after Eijirou let go of him. He grabbed the camera, pointing it at Bakugou's gaping and cum filled hole, watching how he pulsed against nothing, forcing the cum to leak out of him despite his angle.

Not only did Katsuki make absolute bank while taking monster cock like a slut, he took the No.1 spot by over a thousand followers and ratings.

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fruitcoops · 2 years

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Will you write a fic about Remus or Sirius feeling bad after a game and wanting to watch tape/replays of the game and the other pulling them back to bed??

Love your writing ❤️

A little bit of hurt/ comfort never hurt anybody! Except Remus. Sorry Remus. Combined with an ask for terrible refs and Feelings (capital F). Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for blaming yourself for bigger problems, misplaced guilt, overworking

Remus bit down on the fingertip of his glove as he balanced his phone against the boards; Sirius didn’t have any glass surrounding his rink, making the task rather difficult. He wrinkled his nose slightly at the smell of sweat—not his, just whoever’s armpit his hand had collided with over the past week—and leaned back. The phone stayed upright. “Alright,” he murmured under his breath as he tapped the ‘play’ button.

“—takes it up the left, and it looks like Black is going for a coast to coast—oh, a quick pass to Lupin! Lupin misses the pass by an inch—the whistle blows—”

Remus stopped the video and skated backwards a few feet. He didn’t need a reminder of the bullshit call that stuck him in the box for absolutely no reason. Arthur had been spitting with rage; the refs may as well have been pulling penalties out of a hat for the whole team.

His jaw still ached from getting his bell rung five hours prior and he worked it for a moment before snagging a stray puck, clicking it back and forth in a calming blur. One-two-three, two-two-three, three-two-three, four-two-three, fuck-ing-refs, I-hate-this, why-the-Canes, pen-al-ty.

The familiar sound of the puck sliding home eased the bubbling frustration in his gut. Nothing but net, he thought as he pushed off and made a wide loop, tapping a few more in before lining up at the opposite end with a slow exhale. There were no goal horns; no fluorescent lights. A cool blue cast covered everything, stretching his shadow long and thin over the artificial ice that held nobody but him.

Remus took another breath and let the chilly air bite at his lungs before snatching another puck out of the corner and taking off. Sirius had started his pass three-quarters of the way up; Remus snapped it toward the opposite wall and caught the rebound in the middle of his stick, feeling the impact reverberate all the way to his hands. Perfect. Now do it again.

He had only gotten good in college by practicing on his roller blades in the parking lot after the rink shut down for the night—he thanked his lucky stars for Sirius’ inability to live in a space that didn’t drip hockey, because he’d have to be a lot better than good to make it in the NHL.

Biased refs be damned, those missed passes rested heavy on Remus’ shoulders.

He ran it back again, and again, and again, snapping the puck back and forth between the wall and his stick until his calluses began to ache and his quads groaned in protest. His body was tired after already playing a full game that night, but Remus was willing to beat it into submission for a bit longer. Whatever it took to eke out that little advantage for next time.

Next time we won’t lose, he thought as the puck bounced off the far wall and came hurtling toward him. Next time it won’t be my fault.

Anxiety clawed at his burning lungs as he looped around the goal and dug his skates in, sprinting up the ice. Maybe his speed was the problem. Maybe it wasn’t his lack of muscle tone at all, but the thing that had bought him his seat on the team in the first place. If he had been a little faster, he could have had time to get ready for the pass instead of leaving Sirius out to dry, no matter how many spots decorated his vision from that hard check. The final score had been a loss by one lousy point. Remus couldn’t help but take the blame.

He swiped sweat off his forehead and blindly sprayed water into his mouth, then slid right back to center ice and bent his knees again, ignoring the shaking of his exhausted thighs. His ankles screamed in protest. Remus gritted his teeth and played back the tape in his head to map out his path.

“Re?”

The map disappeared. “One sec,” he said absently, breathing out through his nose to pull his brain back. You took four steps to get halfway up, he reminded himself. Get there in three, pass the puck at two and a half—

The puck bounced off the wall and went skittering behind him. “Shit,” he muttered as he swept back to grab it before it ran off.

“Remus.” The voice was less curious than before. He glanced up; Sirius was looking back at him from the bottom of the stairs in a mix of exasperation and concern. “What are you doing?”

“Practicing,” he said with a quick quirk of his lips that hardly qualified as a smile.

“It’s past midnight.” Remus hummed noncommittally. He had stayed up later before. Sirius’ quiet footsteps drew closer. “Come back to bed, mon loup.”

“Can’t go back if I was never there in the first place,” Remus said as he lined up again.

Sirius sighed. “Aren’t you tired?”

“Nope.”

“You’re shaking.”

“No, I’m not.” He steadfastly ignored the tremors shuddering from his hips to his ankles, as well as the spasms in his abdomen sending stabs of pain to his lungs. If I don’t acknowledge it, it isn’t true. His body was exhausted, but his brain was running on high speed. There were so many small movements to account for; maybe if he had avoided that hit from number 18…

“Viens ici.” Sirius sounded tired.

Remus glanced back at him. He looked tired, leaning on the boards with rumpled bedhead. Tired and kissable. “I’m here.”

Sirius raised both eyebrows and beckoned to him, pushing up to rest on his palms as Remus abandoned his drill with no small amount of reluctance. His hands were warm as he cupped Remus’ face and gave it a light shake. “Bad. No.”

“Woof,” Remus answered dryly.

“Come to bed with me.”

“Five more minutes?”

Sirius narrowed his eyes and some of the playfulness faded away. “You’ve been down here for over an hour. You know better than anyone that five minutes is never five minutes.”

“I just need to run the play one more time.”

“You need rest.”

“I think we might have switched bodies—”

“Remus.” The earlier exasperation won out and Remus shut his mouth, pulling back until Sirius’ hands fell away. His heart was still beating fast, and the short break made the fatigue in every muscle even harder to ignore. He was dead tired, but the guilt still pulled at his heart like it was made of taffy. Sirius tugged gently on the fingertip of one thick glove. “What’s this about?”

“I’m just running some drills. Got in my head.”

“About what?”

“The game.” Tightness flickered by the edges of Sirius’ mouth. “See, you agree it was bad.”

“The refs were fucking idiots. You played well.”

Not well enough hung on the tip of his tongue. Sirius had quite nearly hit one of the referees after yet another baseless penalty on Logan; he had been boiling with anger the whole ride home while Remus picked through every error they had made in his sightline. “I wasn’t on form,” he said after a moment longer, internally wincing at the throbbing of his feet.

“Bullshit.”

“Hey!”

Sirius’ brows creased and he prodded Remus lightly on the sternum. “You. Played. Well.”

“I missed a million of your passes—”

“Two.”

“—and fucked up that shift change—”

“Pots literally fell on you.”

“—and we lost!” he finished, flustered. “We lost to the Canes!”

Sirius watched him for a few more seconds. “Are you done?”

“I—yeah.” Remus pulled on the velcro tab of his glove. He wanted to crash out until the weekend, but he’d rather be waterboarded than attempt to climb the stairs to their bedroom. The dull ache in his wrists pulsed all the way up to his elbows and he huffed. “Yeah, I’m done.”

“Will you come to bed with me now?” Sirius slipped his finger under the neckline of Remus’ shirt and gave it a teasing tug, pulling him closer to the boards. “Here, boy! Come on!”

“I can’t stand you,” Remus groaned as he took Sirius’ face between his palms and kissed his cold nose. Sirius nuzzled closer and he closed his eyes for a proper kiss, though it was little more than a whisper of warm skin on warm skin. Remus draped his arms over Sirius’ shoulders and rested his head on his shoulder, stepping fully off the ice to press as close as possible; in his skates, they were almost the same height.

A broad hand smoothed up and down his back as Sirius hugged him tight. “You okay?”

“I need sleep,” Remus answered honestly. “Real sleep.”

“Get your skates off and I’ll see what I can do.”

He fell more than sat on the nearest bench and began working at the laces of his left boot; even his fingers trembled with overuse, and every joint and knuckle ached. A snack didn’t sound too bad, either. Remus knew that he’d wake up starving in the middle of the night if he didn’t grab at least a granola bar and he was absolutely unwilling to sacrifice time that could be spent dead to the world.

“Loops.” Sirius’ voice was little more than a sigh as he knelt in front of Remus and started in on the right skate; Remus glanced up in surprise at the nickname. Sirius hadn’t called him that off the ice in a long while.

“What?” he asked.

“You—” He broke off with a muffled noise of frustration and waved his hand as he wiggled Remus’ foot free. “Why do you do this to yourself?”

“Do what?”

Sirius took his face again, though true concern shone and his thumbs traced gently under Remus’ eyes. “You work so hard and then you tell yourself it isn’t enough. There are so many things that aren’t your fault, mon amour. Stop telling yourself they are.”

Remus swallowed around the lump in his throat that used to be his voice, leaning into Sirius’ touch on instinct.

“I’ve done this,” Sirius continued. “All of this, I’ve already done it and I promise you it doesn’t work. It doesn’t matter if you skate until you can’t stand or—or until your hands are shaking, Jesus, Remus.”

“I’m sorry,” he croaked after a few seconds.

Sirius exhaled through his nose as he got the boot off and went to work on the one Remus had already halfway finished. “You don’t need to apologize. You were just on my ass about the same thing all the time when I first started and I won’t sit here and watch you fall into the same pattern. I won’t.”

Remus let his hands fall helplessly to his sides from where he had bee gripping the bench. “I don’t know how to fix this.”

“Fix what?”

Me. “All of it.”

Eyes as gray as a winter sky and as warm as summer rain flickered over his face, then shuttered when Sirius rested their foreheads together, cradling the side of Remus’ jaw. “Come back to bed, mon loup. We’ll figure it out from there.”

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shingia · 3 years

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hopefullyy this inspires u to write,,, can i request hc's of the boys getting jealous seeing their s/o work well with another person on a team/club? like good chemistry with a dance partner for example! (u can choose who u write but can it include iwa!!) <33

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS SEEING YOU WORK WELL WITH ANOTHER PERSON ✗

a/n : kdjfkdjdkdj i love this request omg ty ! i did half hc/half scenarios bc i thought the request fitted this format <3

-> iwaizumi, osamu, kuroo, suna, tsukishima

-> warnings : kuroo’s a bit suggestive (tbh i don’t know about the rest. it’s just... kinda hot? (tsukki’s only fluff tho<3))

-> reblogs are >>>>

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s jealousy was practically non existent until he actually saw you interact with your partner

• don’t get me wrong, he absolutely loves your smile - but he especially loves to be the one who caused it

• he tends to get physically very protective of you, so expect his arm to stay wrapped around your shoulders most of the time. because to him it’s the easiest way to show the world (but especially your partner) that you’re his

• he also not-so-subtly offers you to wear his clothes on days when you have practice. and he secretly hopes that someone will ask you who they belong to...

« it’s cold outside. you should wear this ». iwa’s low and unannounced voice makes you turn around in surprise. leaned against the bathroom’s doorframe, he’s holding your favorite jacket in his hand - the one with his name written on the back, and you suspect that this might not be a coincidence... with a chuckle, you agree to put it on, noticing the proud spark in his eyes. « you know, i’m pretty sure everyone already knows i’m dating you » you tease him with a wink, all while also admiring the way his name takes up the whole width of your back. « oh yeah ? » he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leans forward to rest his hands on the sink behind you. trapped between his outstretched arms, you watch his smirk grow just a little bit bigger as he lets out, very quietly, « well this is just a reminder... it better be the last ». his green eyes locked with yours could almost make you forget about his arm snaking around your waist at a painfully slow pace. almost.

— OSAMU

• look, he’s very happy for you. no doubt about it. but he’s so used to see people fawn over his brother that he can’t help but get a little protective from time to time

• since gifts are his #1 love language, he might buy you a workout-friendly piece of jewelry that you can wear during your practice

• he also insists on dropping you off and picking you up as often as his busy schedule allows it. especially since he learned that your partner was willing to give you a ride home...

• it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, obviously. he just doesn’t trust them yet

• and that’s why his kisses - and pda in general - are a bit more « intense » than usual

leg bouncing up and down, osamu is (very) anxiously for your conversation with your teammate to end. because after watching the entirety of your practice, he needs a little reminder that you two also have incredible chemistry together... a better one, even. so as soon as he sees you wave your teammate goodbye, he stands up straight, arms open just wide enough to welcome you against his chest. but instead of the chaste kiss you expected to get, you’re actually greeted by his left hand grabbing your sides while his right meets your lower back. disconcerted, you don’t even have time to say a word that his mouth crashes onto yours so eagerly that you have to lean back a few inches. « wh-what was that for ? » you pant as soon as his warm lips have left yours. « nothing. i love ya, that’s all » he smiles innocently, glad that you didn’t notice the cocky look he just gave your teammate who witnessed everything from afar... exactly as planned.

— KUROO

• passive agressive™️

• he would insist on properly meeting your partner but oh god they better brace themselves,,,

• because kuroo’s the kind of boyfriend that will shake their hand hard enough to make them yelp, all while having an angelic smile plastered on his face

• oh and you can forget being called by your name : he’s going to demonstrate the entire variety of nicknames he has for you. he might even come up with new ones just because he’s feeling « inspired »

• every single thing he says to your partner has to be a reminder that you two are dating. like « oh yeah they told me about this yesterday.. during our date ». just to make sure that there’s no misunderstanding.

« well... speak of the devil », kuroo hears you chuckle, your voice almost drowned out by his heavy breathing. he’s obviously planing on apologizing for being late... but not now. there’s something he wants to do first. still very aware of your partner’s presence right in front of you, he decides to securely yet eagerly wrap his arms around your waist before spinning you around proudly. « so... you guys were talking about me ? » he asks, glad to know that he’s the reason behind your giggles. « we were, actually » you answer a bit more seriously as he finally puts you down, still keeping both his hands on your waist. « well, i am your boyfriend after all... » he starts, interrupting himself to place a loud peck on your jawline. the only thing you can think is about is how awful this situation must be for your partner... kuroo, on the other hand, doesn’t seem bothered at all, as shown by the way one of his hands discreetly makes its way under the fabric of your t-shirt to rest directly on your skin. « hands off, kuroo » you order him with a slap on the back of his hand. an offended gasp leaves his lips, yet he complies reluctantly, thinking that your partner probably already knows everything that needs to be known about him.

— SUNA

• he doesn’t really mind it... as long as you’re willing to cuddle once you get back from practice. if you’re not, then he’s gonna start to worry

• because cuddling is probably his favorite ‘boyfriend privilege’ and he doesn’t want it to be taken away from him

• his schedule is pretty tight so he might not be able to attend any of your practices, but he asks you to record it as much as you possibly can so that he can watch the videos with you afterwards

• and seeing how smoothly you and your partner move together definitely doesn’t help with his worrying

it’s been thirty minutes now, and suna’s still not done watching the videos you took today. he loves to share these moments with you, snuggled up against each other the bed ; but most importantly, he has someone to keep his eye on... « babe- are you 100% sure that this was part of the choreography? » he suddenly speaks up, his eyes leaving the screen for the first time. you quirk a curious eyebrow, more surprised by his unusually suspicious tone rather than by the question itself. « oh, the hand on my waist ? yes, rin. it was ». at your words, his lips press into a thin line, he’s obviously far from being convinced. but you know your boyfriend well and you’re quick to reassure him : « you know, his hand might have been on my waist but you’re the one laying in my bed right now ». the frown on his face disappears almost immediately - much faster than you would’ve thought, replaced by a much more confident expression as his hands start to gently stroke your sides up and down. « mmh, i guess you’re right.... i mean, at the end of the day, only i get to have ‘all of this’ for myself » he smirks, playfully eyeing you up and down until he can’t resist the temptation of your slightly parted lips anymore.

— TSUKISHIMA

• tsukki’s not jealous, he’s just... well.. cautious. or at least that’s what he tells you

• but, deep down, he knows that simple cautiousness wouldn’t make spend his days and nights stressing about this new partner of yours...

• so, after a few weeks, his impassible facade starts to crumble a little bit. nothing too extreme, but just enough to let your partner know that you’re taken.

• and he knows he doesn’t need to do much : one of his signature scornful looks is more than enough. especially when he’s staring at your partner dead in the eyes while you’re greeting him with a hug and a kiss after your practice

« tsukishima kei, i’m waiting for an explanation ». with a sigh, your boyfriend drops his book on the table, turning his chair around to face you. « i don’t have one, i already told you. you told me to introduce myself, and i did. end of story ». you both know that tsukki did not just ‘introduce himself’ like any other human being would have done. and that’s precisely what you’re trying to make him admit - because your partner looked genuinely scared during practice today. « wha- no, i didn’t look down on him. it’s not my fault he’s so short... » he mumbles under his breath, trying his best to avoid any eye contact with you. but you know that only a slight tilt of his chin upwards is enough to make his eyes lock with yours - and that this is enough to have him admit anything. « you’re jealous, kei. and it’s painfully obvious by the way... » you smirk - but this smirk disappears in a split second as he slowly gets up from his chair, towering over you like he usually does. « ok, maybe i am. but i just wanted to make sure that he knew his place. and especially mine » he finally admits, his lips spreading in a scornful smirk that would be terrifying if his eyes weren’t filled with the infinite tenderness he has always felt for you.

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stevenbasic · 2 years

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He thinks I didn’t notice him, the car-parking guy, Cynthia Carlisle thought to herself, as she prepared to get out of the car and head into the party, He snuck a look at my legs when he opened my door…and then he looked at my boobs…

Having already put the car in park, despite how weird that made her feel (not bad, just weird, and kinda excited) she checked the passenger seat, made sure she had everything she needed. This wasn’t her car; she’d taken her aunt’s. It was much nicer than her old Hyundai, with leather seats and everything. Well, it wasn’t really even her aunt’s. It was a company car, one her aunt used for sales calls. It was a bigger car, fancy, and she’d told her aunt she needed it for tonight. In the past she never would have been bold enough to ask, but these days she was feeling different. Her own car was getting too small for her. Her aunt didn’t seem to care, didn’t want Cynthia using the vehicle her work had trusted her with, but Cynthia took it anyway...

She’d never done this before, used a valet. Am I supposed to, like...turn the car off? Give him my keys? Or do I…?

As she wrestled with her indecision, she felt his eyes still on her. Face flushing (this is bad, right?), she decided in a split second of wickedness to give him a moment to look and checked her eye makeup and lipstick in the rearview (I’m wearing eye makeup! And lipstick!) He was blatantly looking at her chest again, but doing his best to be covert. She wasn’t used to guys looking at her, and he was trying to hide his phone. In fact, had he just tried taking a picture of her?? Should I say something? she asked herself, Get mad?

“Um, I can, um, take the car from here…” the guy stammered, “...ma’am.”

“Ma’am?” she queried, raising a newly sculpted eyebrow. She’d looked up a YouTube video on how to do that. The valet gulped nervously.

“I...I d-didn’t m-mean,” he stammered, backpedaling, afraid he’d misspoken. But Cici didn’t hear him, already lost in thought.

Ma’am? Did a man just use a term of respect with her?? With her?? He was, she saw, now that she turned to look a bit up at him from her seat in the car, a rather small man. A skinny man. She squinted, a bit, up at him (maybe I should have worn my glasses…but, no. Pretty girls don’t wear glasses haha). He was young, maybe her age or a bit younger. He had a weird beard, and he looked silly in his uniform. He looked nervous. Was she making him nervous?? Usually she was the nervous one, around guys. Around all people, really. But…she wasn’t, right now. Not with the way he was looking at her.

She knew, suddenly, what kind of guy he was, what he wanted. She could see it in his face, how he looked at her. She knew these guys were around, had read about them. A few of them, she thought, had furtively followed her around at the mall yesterday, trying not to be seen as she tried on shoes, like little mice. She even thought some of the construction workers at the office, maybe, liked looking at her, for what she’d been…becoming.

A thin, rare smile bunched the dimples in Cynthia’s face as - with her gaze now fixed on the timid eyes of the trembling (he is trembling, isn’t he??) valet - she turned in her seat towards him and planted her feet, in her new white, six-inch high-heeled pumps, on the ground. He really does look like a rodent, she thought, as she began to rise…

The young man took a stumbling step back, and then another, as Cynthia “Cici” Carlisle began to stand. His jaw dropped, she saw it, as she stood up…and up…and up. Her smile grew, though she said nothing, watching the reaction on his face as he realized just how tall she was, how much bigger she was than him. Six feet, she said to herself, I’m almost six feet tall. I’ve grown more than an inch just this week and with these heels…

Her breasts nearly knocked the poor boy over.

…I must be a foot bigger than him.

She was taller, she was thicker, she was wider. Everything about Cynthia dwarfed the little man in front of her. She saw it, and she knew he felt it, the difference between their sizes. How big she was, and how laughably little she made him look. Her breasts were bigger than his head, her legs likely as thick as his skinny waist.

Haha why did this excite her? Why was this so thrilling? Had she always felt this way? She wasn’t sure, but she didn’t remember, in the past, liking the idea of being bigger than guys. Not that she’d ever, really, had a lot of chances with boys, or even let herself have the opportunity to fantasize. Guys had never given her the time of day, so she’d always figured: what’s the point? But now she knew. She wanted to be bigger than them, stronger than them. And she thought that that’s what a lot of guys wanted, too. Including this little mousy-man quivering in front of her...

About that Cynthia was right. His heart was beating out of his chest in a mix of panic and arousal. This girl was a fucking giant, and the growing number of guys he was talking to online about women like this would drool over her. But what she didn’t know was that this strange attraction he’d had to big women, this submissiveness to female strength, was also relatively new, had formed and really only coalesced over the past few months. Why was that? Where did it come from? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he needed to keep himself from dropping to his knees right then and there.

“H-h-here, ma’am…” he stammered, able to find his voice, “here’s your t-t-ticket…”

I guess this guy is going to drive away with my car, Cynthia thought, as she readjusted the short-short hem of her skirt over her thick upper thighs. She took the ticket from the little man. I’ll save this ticket and, I guess, give it to him later? This new blue dress, from that website that all the curvy girls on Instagram order from, was not something she would have ever dared to wear in the past. She’d always scoffed at girls - like Randi, like Amelia - who seemed to make outfits like this part of their regular wardrobe. Anyway, it would have looked ridiculous on her just two months ago. But, she’d seen in the glances she got from the construction guys at the office that she may be one of these girls now, that maybe she could pull a tight little dress like this off, and so she’d gone against all her old instincts and ordered it online for this party. When it came in the mail yesterday and she tried it on in the mirror on the back of her bedroom door, she broke out in laugher. Now she could really see what they did. Some of them, she heard, some of the construction guys, were going to be here tonight. Not that she was really interested in, like, any of them in particular. There was only one guy she knew that really got her going, one guy that she secretly pictured when her hands went into her panties in the ladies’ room, or between her legs under her old, threadbare sheets late at night. But if she couldn’t get his attention, she was pretty sure that, in this dress, she could get some of theirs...

Cynthia took her first step, to allow the valet into the car, and almost stumbled. She’d had little-to-no practice walking in heels anywhere near as high as these, and her hand instinctively went to the little man’s shoulder for support.

“A-are you okay?” he asked, as the tall girl righted herself. The hand on him was big and covered his shoulder almost completely.

“Yeah,” she answered, “Why wouldn’t I be?” and began to step away, shoving the parking ticket in her small clutch bag. He watched her totter, for her first few, short steps, and eventually find her stride. She was clumsy on heels, still stumbling a bit, but her awkwardness took nothing away from the epic sight of her calf muscles bulging, her huge ass rocking back-and-forth as she walked away from him and towards the entrance of the club...

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mrwinterr · 3 years

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Over & Over

Pairing: Pornstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Pornstar!Female Reader

Summary: You’re an up-and-coming adult film star secretly eager to work with the popular Bucky Barnes, and with just the right connections, your paths cross much sooner than later.

Warnings: Adult themes. Smut 18+ (unprotected sex, vaginal penetration and instructional fingering, oral [male & female receiving], size kink, spit & cum play, a smudge of male dominance), dirty talk and language.

Disclaimer: I don’t know how the porn industry works; this was just written for fun.

Title Inspiration: “Over & Over” by Smallpools

A/N: After doping up on strong painkillers wasn’t enough, I thought releasing endorphins would help ease my headache, so once again watching porn inspired another fic. Idk. I’m a mess. Enjoy!

Slipping on your oversized sunglasses, you walk along the rectangular outline of the hotel’s lavish pool, to one of the vacant lounge chairs next to the redheaded goddess, whose wings you were taken under and could gratefully call a close friend. You hadn’t known a single soul when you packed up and moved west to Los Angeles at 18, but you knew you were destined for more than what your humdrum life back at home could offer.

The porn industry wasn’t your first choice at a career in entertainment, but the starving profession wasn’t paying the bills fast enough. You weren’t going to survive in L.A. another year juggling to pay for tuition and stay enrolled in acting school from the income of working menial jobs and booking small gigs. However, one minor role as an extra in a one-night stand sex scene of a TV show, you catch the eye of the multitalented adult film actress Natasha Romanoff.

It was pure coincidence she was also casted, playing a bigger role, of the same episode, but she saw more in you in your less than 15 seconds of fame than most casting agents did before offering you a chance to shadow her. You knew she looked familiar and you were no stranger to watching porn, but when you’re as down on your luck as you were, you went all in and soon enough countless scenes now under your belt within a year, you’re porn’s best female newcomer.

“There’s this year’s Best New Starlet!” Natasha proclaims loudly for almost everyone around to hear.

Lucky for you, the shades conceal the roll of your eyes at her comment as you kick off your flip-flops and remove the thin cover up to reveal your skimpy bikini. You dare look over at her in time to catch her mocking reaction, jaw dropped from your attitude.

“After all I’ve done for you,” she says, placing a hand to her heart, feigning hurt.

The pair of you laugh at your nonsense and after she helps you with applying the appropriate amount of sun care protection, you recline in your seats and attempt to soak up some sun. It was a much-needed break with the long stressful week of the award show now behind everyone. Your hard work had paid off and after all you did learn from the best.

Your predecessor before you, Natasha was also a former Best New Starlet, and now is a household name in pornography. She didn’t welcome a lot of people into her inner circle, but she had plans to one day direct and knew she had to find the next big thing before anyone else to take her place.

“Hello, ladies,” comes from the voice of this year’s Director of the Year and other close friend Wanda Maximoff.

“Hey Wanda,” you greet her by sitting up to give her a proper hug.

You met her through her twin brother, Pietro, who happened to be your first co-star and was very welcoming and caring to you. The twins took care of you during your first few months starting out. Much like Natasha did for you, you help her administer the same amount of sunscreen on her body.

“Congrats on your achievement,” she says wholeheartedly, looking over her shoulder at you as you finish up on her back, and even under the heat of the sun, she could still see the blush creep up on your face.

“She’s a natural, isn’t she?” Natasha comments casually, to which Wanda nods enthusiastically, only speeding up the process of the rose tints on your cheeks to spread all over your face. They were your biggest fans and supporters; you were so happy you could make them proud.

“I owe it all to the queen herself,” you say, downplaying your achievement and turning the attention to your mentor in Natasha. She scoffs at that and teases you about just taking the damn compliment. You put in the work; it was all you.

“Seriously, you deserved it,” Wanda says honestly, and you finally accept the praise.

“So, what’s next for miss Director of the Year?” Natasha asks leaning on a propped elbow, body facing towards you and Wanda.

“Well, I managed to finally book Bucky Barnes in an upcoming project…” she starts out, but the moment you heard his name slip from her lips, the rest almost didn’t matter.

Bucky Barnes was somewhat of a legend. There wasn’t a model or director that didn’t want to work with him. The man was downright gifted in every aspect and his work speaks for itself. Before you broke onto the scene, you’d gotten off to his videos, and only dreamed of one day starring in a scene with him, but you were still new to this world.

As a promising star, you had a long way to go and tons of plots, positions and people to still experience, so landing a role with someone like Bucky Barnes wasn’t entirely written in your plans any time soon. Then again, your first girl-on-girl scene was with your mentor herself, so anything could happen, right?

“I just haven’t found my girl yet,” was the next thing you pick up Wanda say the moment your head comes back from the clouds, “...I have all this momentum now that I want this to blow everyone away, especially Stark.”

Tony Stark was her rival. It was a friendly competition amongst friends. You hadn’t gotten the chance to work for him yet. He was a playful character and had directed some of the best adult films out there, Wanda just happened to be the better of the two this year…

“Sorry, I’m retired,” Natasha reminds her and repositions herself on her back.

“Fuck you,” Wanda says playfully to which Natasha responds with a finger in the air before she clarifies, “I was hinting at this year’s Best New Starlet…” and slyly looking in your directly.

“Me?” You ask incredulously. Your head can’t even start processing that you’re finally getting the opportunity to work with Bucky.

Wanda rolls her eyes at your obliviousness, “no, last year’s Best New Starlet. Hell no! Of course, you!” You respond in the same manner as your mentor, who is more than amused at you also following her lead, and flip Wanda off. Wanda snatches your hand to bring it away from her face, “I’m serious!”

“I-I don’t know, Wan,” a part of you is a little scared that you’re not going to be able to keep up with someone as established and with the star power as Bucky, “...like you said, you have all this momentum behind you. I don’t want to fuck this scene up because I don’t have a lot of experience.”

“Are you fucking kidding?” Natasha pipes up on the other side of you. “This is the perfect role for you!” She sees the questionable look on your face and sighs before explaining. “You’re a fresh face and rising star! People are lining up to book you, Stark included.”

“Nat is right. You’re a hot commodity now! I need someone who is a little inexperienced to mix with someone that is,” Wanda further explains her premise, “let him take the lead, but at your pace. I need it to be raw and passionate. People love that shit!” They were right, he had all the experience, and you were a fresh loveable face. It was the perfect combination.

You remain quiet for several seconds before Natasha rats you out, “and don’t even try to act like you don’t want to work with Barnes. This is your fantasy come to life.” Way to throw you under the bus like that…

There’s no denying your goal to work with him. He’d been in this business much longer than you had, you didn’t think your paths would ever cross on a set, but the opportunity couldn’t have presented itself in a more perfect point in your career.

The room is very pristine. White walls with a king size bed, also adorned in white sheets, fluffy pillows scattered at the top, minimal furniture around to make it look realistic, and the lighting was just right. Wanda had received a hefty budget after her recognition that’s for sure.

“Alright, girly, let’s get you on the bed!” Wanda happily directs.

You nod silently, remove your footwear and plop down on the center of the large mattress. You decide to leave your legs sprawled on one side of your body, settling on a bashful position. It’s not hard for you because although you agreed to do this and have done several scenes, internally, you’re freaking the fuck out. Unbeknownst to you, it’s all part of your charm; the innocence you somehow still radiated was an all too endearing quality and actually sexy.

Even your attire was pretty modest, opting for a more casual look with black leggings and a tight long sleeve that accentuates your figure and shows off the right amount of cleavage. It was something that you could easily wear out in public, which again was a part of your brand in being as natural as possible, but come the right circumstances, when it was time to roll you could turn on the right switch.

“We’ll start off like a typical casting interview before we bring Bucky in and then we’ll go from there. Sounds good?” She runs down the plan with you, fixing a few strands of flyaway hairs on your head before back away from the bed. With a thumbs up and a smile from you, she starts recording.

“Welcome, Best New Starlet of the Year!” Wanda greets from behind the camera.

“Hi,” you politely reply with your signature sweet smile and a wave to the screen.

These scenes start off with a small interview recounting your tale into the porn industry leading up to your recent achievement and even delving a bit into your personal life before the topic changes to your co-star.

“So, how excited are you to work with Bucky today?”

No matter how hard you practiced at keeping a straight poker face, that was something you were unable to master from Natasha, and the blush couldn’t be contained.

Fidgeting at the hem of your top, you open and close your mouth, trying to find the right words. You’re overly flustered at the thought of Bucky and he wasn’t even in front of you yet. You don’t want to sound like a fool and ruin the atmosphere. Wanda mouths words of advice from where she sat in the director’s chair, “be honest.”

“Um, I’m...nervous,” you say truthfully.

“Nervous?” She questions, urging you to elaborate.

“Yeah, he’s Bucky Barnes! He’s hot and he’s got so much experience. I’m kind of scared I’ll be boring,” you finish explaining and hope to God that Natasha doesn’t kill you afterwards, or with that answer let Wanda down, but the smile on her face sends you a wave of assurance.

Maybe you could do this...

Earlier that day, Bucky had already recorded his little opening scene. Wanda had called him to report on set before you were scheduled to arrive.

On the contrary, Bucky was also a tab bit anxious to work with you. He’d seen some of your work and more so heard about your talent from his own best friend, Steve Rogers.

He didn’t deny it, he was very much attracted to you and he wanted a chance to work with you too. Bucky wasn’t a jealous person, which made working in the porn industry easy for him, but when he had to hear Steve recount his scenes with you, he couldn’t help but want to sock his own childhood friend. He didn’t of course, but the rage was evident and his other friend, Sam Wilson, took some sick pleasure in teasing him over it. In fact, the eccentric personality of the trio of friends, decided to tag along with Bucky to introduce himself to you and get under his skin a little more.

“What’s going on in that nasty head of yours?” Sam poked at Bucky as they made their way over to Wanda, who was by the camera setup going over a script with another stagehand. When Bucky doesn’t respond, it provokes Sam even more, “no way, you’re nervous!”

Bucky sighs fed up with dealing with the anxiety brewing ever since he found out he was going to star in this film with you. “Shut the fuck up, will you? Of course, I’m nervous,” he says, trying to remain calm.

“Dude, you’ve slept with some of the hottest people in the world and millions of people have seen you naked. Why is one girl any different?” Sam wonders.

“I don’t know, ok. She just seems so down-to-earth and normal?” Bucky attempts to explain. You were real. His work was just that, it was a work, and he was afraid that it would be different with you. He could say he was almost intimidated by you.

“Yeah, as if I don’t have to hear that enough from Rogers…” Sam chimed in. Steve had nothing but high praise for your performance. In fact, his testimony helped expose you a little further. He was an honorable performer and a respected one, so they took his word on you. “Maybe, I’ll be her next co-star,” and just like that Sam ruined a moment.

“God, I hate you,” was the last thing exchanged between the two friends as they finally reached Wanda. She warned Sam to behave and gave Bucky a quick rundown before instructing him to hop on the bed.

Bucky’s interview starts a little differently than yours. Having already been a more established performer than yourself, no one needed his background story. The only thing Wanda wanted out of him was his plans and opinion on you.

“Well, I don’t know too much about her, personally speaking...but everyone seems to love her,” Bucky’s answer was a bit bland for Wanda.

“She’s a great person to work with,” she comments and that’s a tactic most directors used to get talent to keep talking.

“That’s what Steve keeps saying,” he says with somewhat of an awkward light laugh. He could see Sam facepalming next to Wanda at that lame answer.

“Yeah, you don’t win best female newcomer for nothing,” Wanda points out. If anyone was the lucky one here, it was Bucky. He was climbing up in age and you were the next big thing. You were the real star of this film not Bucky. She was counting more on you to deliver than him.

“That’s right. She’s a very talented performer,” Bucky says, and this small comment opens up a can of worms for Wanda to build up on.

“Oh, so you’ve seen some of her work?” Bam! He was caught.

Bucky’s mouth starts twitching slightly and Wanda and Sam are smirking from their spots as they watch the gears in Bucky’s mind start turning faster trying to think of something. The only piece of advice Wanda gives is “be honest.”

He sighs, the jig was up. Smooth Bucky Barnes was caught red-handed, “yeah, I’ve watched some scenes. I’ve seen her in person a few times too…”

“Wait,” Wanda interrupts him abruptly. She knew you were attracted to Bucky, but never knew of any encounters between you two, “when did you meet her?”

“I haven’t,” Bucky starts, which causes a look of mass confusion on Wanda’s face before he follows up, “formally. I haven’t met her formally, but I’ve seen her at a few parties and at the award show...I was just nervous to walk up to her,” the words just kept flowing out of his mouth and he inwardly cringed at how awkward he might’ve sounded.

Sam was amused by his embarrassment, but Wanda was pleased with this result. Bucky was good at what he did and that included him trying to play it cool, which he did well on screen, sometimes.

“You know she was actually thrilled to find out she would be working with you,” Wanda said, stretching the truth. The truth was, you hadn’t verbally confessed that, at least not yet.

“Really?” Bucky asks all too hopeful, his mood noticeably perking up.

“Yup! Ever since she won Best New Starlet of the Year, people have been lining up to book her, but she chose this project. You were the deal breaker, Barnes,” she fabricated and hoped this all worked out for you two in the end.

“Wow, who would’ve thought this has-been still had it in him?” He jokes at himself. His humility would get the best of him in every situation.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself! You didn’t win Best Male Performer of the Year again for nothing!” Wanda says and then steers the interview to a close.

After wrapping up Bucky’s scene, he’s allowed to stay in another room with a monitor. At first, he thinks it’s to help him prep for the scene, but to his surprise it’s a live feed of your interview and he starts clinging onto your every word. Enthralled by your journey, work ethic and he gets flustered all over again hearing you talk about your equal eagerness to work with him.

“You know, if anyone is the lucky one in this situation, it’s Barnes,” Wanda reminds as your interview comes to an end.

“Right,” you sarcastically remark.

“Are you ready for us to bring Bucky in?” She asks.

“It’s now or never,” you reply.

You watch the doorknob twist and the door open to slowly reveal Bucky. Where do you even start with him? He just looked like the total package. His gaze immediately on yours. As he makes his way towards the bed you’re still sitting on, when his knee comes in contact to the edge, you maneuver your body in his direction, sit up on your knees to meet him halfway and welcome him in a hug.

“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you,” he says when you pull apart. The both of you don’t break away completely. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, his hands placed just above your waist, you can feel his fingers that slipped under the fabric rub your skin.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you respond, giving him a genuine smile and can’t help but stare at his pretty face. You had to remind yourself he’s just another guy, except he wasn’t. You didn’t know how he felt, but you wanted this, wanted him. You also don’t know if you’ll ever work him again after today, so he was going to get the real you.

A small, subtle clearing of someone’s throat shatters the staring contest between you and Bucky causing you both to sheepishly break away from the other, not realizing you’d both allowed dreaded dead airtime to pass by. You scoot over to make room for him next to you on the bed. After he pulls his footwear off, he sits cross legged in front of you, you have one leg tucked in and the other extended in front.

Bucky’s not entirely oblivious. He not only witnessed you backstage reveal you were actually nervous to work with him, he could feel it, so at an attempt to help ease both your nerves, he places a hand on your shin and absentmindedly run his hand up and down the fabric, fingers sometimes stopping to mess with the cuff of your leggings and at the skin of your ankle, while he listened to you speak.

He congratulated you on your achievement as you did with him, both a blushing mess before diving into different topics like traveling and other interests.

Wanda stood proudly behind the camera watching the scene unfold. Everything was so candid and real between you and Bucky, the chemistry was clearly evident, she didn’t foresee there would be much directing on her part today, which was going to make her job easy.

“Wanda said you were excited to work with me,” Bucky teases, wanting to see if what you said was just for the cameras or if it was really true, but also, he found out he liked to see you get all hot and bothered in more than one way.

Your jaw drops and you look directly into the camera, breaking the fourth wall, calling out to Wanda. You playfully chastise and curse at her for revealing your secret. She tells you it was going to come out anyways, and while that was true, you’d hoped it was later and much after you’ve slept with him, hoping it doesn’t ruin the shoot, but Bucky assures you that it’s actually a flattering to hear or in his words, “assuring” for someone like him.

“Are you kidding?” You say, lightly shoving him back, “you’re like a legend! Of course, I was excited! I’m surprised you agreed to work with a rookie like me!” Now that the cat was out of the bag, you might as well own up to your secret.

“Everyone wants to work with you,” he makes clear, leaning in closer. Fuck, he didn’t even need to initiate foreplay because with the way he was looking at you right now, you could come swear you’d come undone for him in an instant.

“Oh really?” You challenge, your body gravitating like a magnet towards his.

“Yup, Steve wouldn’t shut up about you and even Sam said he can’t wait to someday work with you,” he said, voice slowly dropping in decibels and his hands sliding up your thighs.

“Did he?” You ask, but you don’t really care about Sam as your eyes look dead into Bucky’s blue ones, swirling into a darker shade full of deep want and desire.

“Yeah, but let’s see if he still wants to try to outdo me after I’m done with you,” he whispers, finally closing the gap between your lips in a sweet kiss. It was about as sweet as it could last because after just one taste of your lips, he was a starved man, hungry for more. You tried your best to match his pace and the kiss turned sloppy very quick.

You moaned at the pressure of his lips pressed roughly against yours, and you do your best to keep up, but you’re already finding yourself short of breath. However, the more you try to pull back to regain some oxygen, the more he’s unwilling to part as he grasps your face in both hands to keep you still, so you lightly squeeze at his biceps as a warning in hope he gets the message.

Lucky for you, he does and lets up. He’s also noticeably breathless, his warm breath fanning against your kiss-swollen lips, his forehead resting against yours. Bucky’s hands are still on your face.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, and you let out a small chuckle at the sincerity. He was cute.

You take his hands in yours and bring them back down to begin undressing him starting by helping him slip his shirt over his head, the fashionable dog tags around his neck clank as it slaps against his toned chest, you let him keep them on though.

Bucky sits up on his knees as he watches you settle on your stomach, propped up by your elbows, hands getting ready to work on his lower half. He patiently watches as you unbuckle his belt, pop the button of his jeans off, and drag the zipper down.

With his pants hanging loose off his hips, you begin to plant soft kisses along his navel down the defined lines that lead to his cock. Each contact of your lips sends a ghostly tingle and the blood to rush even quicker down his lower region. The imprint of his endowed member doesn’t leave much to your imagination, you can already see the stain where the tip is through his tight boxer briefs. It gives you a little boost of confidence knowing you’d caused this and would get to take care of it.

You hook your fingers into the undergarment and tug them down his muscular thighs. His cock springs out, almost hitting you in the face causing you to jolt back a little and a smile to spread across Bucky’s.

Your clumsiness was also a part of your charm. It wasn’t on purpose, you were still learning after all, and that’s what made it so unique and fun to work with you. Your partners just felt a real, genuine connection, citing it felt less choreographed and of a porno with you.

A little embarrassed about that move, you’d watched what he can do with that cock, but nothing could’ve prepared you for it face-to-face. You don’t waste any time on getting your hands on him and wrap your fingers around his half-hard cock and start pumping him sensually.

He’s hot and soft in your hands before getting gradually heavy. The look in your eyes grows more predatory as you watch him grow and feel him getting harder with each pump causing more and more pre-cum to ooze out. You spread it all over the head of his cock with your thumb then daring to look up at him, hoping he was indeed enjoying your work, before you pucker your lips and kiss at the crown. Bucky curses when he sees your lips shining, coated in his pre-cum, with a string connecting you to his cock.

You gather the fluid up in your hand before spreading it all over his length, when it’s not enough you start not only pumping him faster, but also licking up and down, from the base to the tip, hoping to effectively slick him up. The way your tongue scrapes along over Bucky’s sensitive flesh stirs him up. Your other hand joins in to fondle with his neglected balls, massaging and pulling at them in the right moments, sometimes you travel a little south and take them in your mouth. It all but drives Bucky wild and it’s confirmed with each swear that leaves his mouth.

Bucky wants nothing more than to lodge himself deep in your throat, but he remembers he needs to go at your pace, and once you’re broken in a little more, you could follow his, so he’ll bide his time for now and watch you work.

When you’re ready to take him in, you regain his attention and he watches you slowly take in his inches down your mouth, stopping halfway before your wide-open mouth hollows out. Your full mouth immediately waters around him and it doesn’t take long before you’re a drooling mess all over his cock. You pull back torturously slow, looking back down watching his cock reappear and loving the way it disappears back in, and especially how it feels when it drags through your mouth, taking note of the veins and unique ridges.

“Don’t be like that, doll,” he says, wiping some of the hair away from your face, “come on and show me why they don’t stop talking about you,” he coaxes, now gathering some of your locks in his hand to completely give you both a clear view. He tries his best to not take the lead, but you don’t disappoint as your mouth works faster on him. The gagging and sucking, mixed with Bucky’s moans of pleasure soon become the soundtrack.

You’d gradually take him more and more in, close to deep throating him, and you’re just ready to let up, but he can’t help it and before your last round, he holds your head in place.

“Don’t quit now, baby,” he encourages you, placing his other hand on the back of your head, keeping you still and carefully starts to thrust his hips, urging you to take him all the way, “...that’s it, you can do it, you can take it,” he releases a big sigh feeling the tip of your nose bump his lower abdomen. The moisture builds up in the inner corner of your eyes and you do your best to mind your breathing and not choke.

“Fuck!” He can’t help but shout when he feels your throat contract around him. You just looked so divine, mouth full of his cock. He keeps you there for a few seconds, before releasing his hold, and you immediately pull back, drool dribbles down your chin, and you’re desperate for oxygen to return back into your system. He grabs your face by your chin forcing you to look up at him.

He uses his fingers to scoop up some of the mixed fluids of his arousal and your saliva at your chin before presenting it in front of you. You easily read his mind, look up at him with big, watery eyes, and take his coated digits in your abused mouth sucking the juices clean off him.

He growls and commends you, “...such a good girl.” When he slips his fingers out of your mouth, a small pop could faintly be heard, he gently yanks at your hair, craning your head back further, it’s almost painful but you don’t care, “do it again,” he demands.

You bite your lip and reposition yourself. Bucky settles in a more comfortable position on his back, completely rid of his pants and underwear, his legs spread open for you to lie between them. Before you get back to the job, you slip your tight top off, all-natural breasts spilling out and on display for him. His cock twitches at the sight and he lets his head fall back when he’s once more fully encased in the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

When he finally starts begging you to let up, you pull back slowly pumping him and watch his every move, the rise of his chest as it heaves from the activity, the way he runs his hands over his face. He’s absolutely stunned by your performance so far.

“On your back,” he says, and you do as he commands, and forget who is supposed to really be in charge. He yanks your leggings and panties all the way down, chucking them behind him somewhere in the corner of the room.

“You’re so sexy,” he compliments, eyes taking in every inch of your naked body, hands getting their fill. His body dips, lips latching onto your breasts, kissing at the skin and sucking on each nipple before they make their way up the juncture of your neck and claim your lips again.

You feel his tongue run along your bottom lip, and they part to grant him full access. You barely notice how he takes a hold of one of your hands, he pulls his face away to bring the hand in his grasp up to your face, using your fingers to trace the outline of your lips. You see him inaudibly instruct you to open your mouth, you do as you’re told.

“That’s right get those fingers nice and wet,” he coaxes you to suck on your own digits until he deems you ready for the next move. When he finally does pull your fingers out from your mouth, he extends your arm, ghosting them just over your pussy.

“Play with that clit,” he tells you and you don’t need to be told twice. Your pussy was begging for any kind of attention. You let your wet fingers roll over the bundle of nerves, puffs of breath escape your body as you’re finally attending to your own needs.

Bucky sits back and watches you intently, fascinated by your every move. He instructs you to close your eyes and listen to his voice, instructing you to go slow at first, “does that feel good?” the only reply he gets is a fast nod, “yeah? Make yourself feel good...that’s it,” his words only encourage your fingers to soon work faster, “let me hear how good it feels,” he demands, and you moan and whine like the true pornstar you are, your circular motions speed up, the lewd noises egg him on and soon enough he wants a taste.

“Let me help you out,” and you feel the bed shift a bit, “spread those wet lips for me,” he requests. You use both hands to invite him into your wet, glistening hole. You pick your head up to see his face buried between your thighs, you watch just long enough until each broad lick up and down your pussy sends you close to the edge.

He no longer needs the support of your hands, and they find purchase in his dark, fluffy hair as he starts sucking on your clit and tonguing your folds. At first, you’re doing a good job keeping your legs apart to accommodate him, but it gets harder and harder for them to not clamp around his head, with every nudge the tip of his nose makes at your clit and it doesn’t help your case when he inserts a finger inside you. With a good curl, his finger scratches dangerously close to your sweet spot, causing your legs to start quivering.

The sudden hitch in your breathing catches his attention, and Bucky tests the waters more by digging in deeper and curling in further. He notices the increasing agitation and knows he’s found the trigger.

“Bucky,” you whine, hoping he doesn’t push you over just yet. You want to last longer, and so you reluctantly attempt to scoot back further away, but the sudden strong grip he has around your leg locks you in place. You pick your head back up and find Bucky’s eyes trained on you. You see the stoic look in his eyes laced with determination. Oh no, he wanted you to come now. You feel a hum from his full mouth, only pushing you further.

“Don’t hold back,” he says against your pussy, “let go,” and the gruff in his voice, vibrating against you, his thick digits still curled deep inside you, you can’t hold back the floodgates from bursting any longer.

He laps up your arousal as you desperately try to regain composure. He really pulled one out of you, proving he was as every bit good as he put out and you’re not even close to the end of this scene.

“Come here,” he says, getting back on his knees and pulling you up by your arms so you’re in an up-right sitting position once again, but with Bucky still towering over you, “open up.”

You comply and open your mouth wide, tongue out, not understanding his motive, and you’re met with full surprise when he spits in your mouth, a firm grip on your face, he holds you still.

“Don’t swallow,” he gravely warns. You feel and probably look stupid not knowing what he wants you to do with your mouth open wide and full of his spit mingling with your arousal, just trying to keep it all contained. Bucky was testing your patience and obedience and you passed every test so far. You were just the right amount of submissive, absolutely perfect.

You can feel his hard cock pressing up against your sensitive pussy, it slides up between your folds and the base rests on top of your mound. “Drool it out...on my cock,” he instructs. Oh. He guides your gaze down between your bodies, you purse your lips, and both watch as the liquid cascades down onto his erect member. He uses it to lube himself up before he pushes you down to lie flat on your back.

Bucky slowly but easily slips inside your wet channel but notices your slight struggle. He was big, and he gets it. The way your eyes are tightly shut, hands pulling at the sheets, you struggle to breath and your walls cruelly grip him tight. Normally, he’d just pound away until his partner got used to him, but he didn’t want to do that with you. He wanted you to enjoy feeling him.

He tries to help you relax by rubbing your thighs a little with soothing motions, when they fall limp on either side, he leans down, you feel the cool metal of his dog tags against your heated skin, his weight sort of comforting on yours, and arms entrapping your head. He lovingly calls out your name, and your eyes flutter open, your attention refocusing on him.

“We’ll go at your pace, alright?” he assures you. You curse yourself for allowing your heart to swell at his concern, but you nod giving him permission to move slowly. Your whimpers soon transition into pleasurable moans, the more your body begins to adjust to his.

“Damn, you’re so tight. You’ve never been stretched out like this by anyone before have you?” he dares ask, once he sees it’s a safe playing field once more, his hips moving slow, his cock sliding in and out of you. You attempt at a laugh between your ragged breathing and the intense sensation coursing through you.

“No,” you respond and kiss at his chin, the light stubble pricking your soft lips, “you’re so big.” You feel his cock twitch inside and you want to curse yourself again at the comment that unintentionally riles him up because he was nestled close to your spot again. Fuck, he could reach just the right depth in you.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you don’t want to go slow anymore. Fuck Wanda and this movie, you wanted all of Bucky now, “please fuck me,” you resort to begging. He inwardly growls and his hips start snapping forward, thrusts growing hard and uncalculated. You just lie there and allow him to use your pussy for his pleasure.

Bucky’s movements falter a bit in this position, so he steers both your bodies on their sides, still facing each other, he slings your leg high up over his hips, and resumes his task. His cock glides right back in your pussy and the new angle causes you to yelp and walls to clench around him.

“You feel so good,” his voice riddled with so much lust as he brings your body closer to his with a hand behind, full of your plushest asset. Your head rests on the bicep of his other arm that was underneath it.

Bucky’s expressive eyes ask you if you're close, and the more your walls continue to grip him, he starts begging for you to come with him. “I’m gonna cum,” he warns, giving up and letting you take the rest of the lead.

“Yeah?” you huff out, your fingers digging into the side of his hips, “you want to cum inside me?” You know he does; you can feel and see it written all over him, but you want to just poke at him like he had with you, “I want you to...I want all your cum inside me, Bucky,” and you wanted him to cum hard, deep inside, “fill my tight pussy up, please,” you plead.

With one more jab of his hips, your back arches and head is thrown back, you can’t help but let out a scream as your orgasm rips right through you like it’s never before. Bucky’s body on the other hand caves into yours, feeling almost paralyzed as your tight walls hold him in place and all he can do is bury his face into the sweaty skin of your neck.

His mouth hangs open, a plethora of profanities coming out of him, and he waits for his cock to finish spewing ropes of his hot, thick cum into you. Your walls can’t help but to involuntarily contract in small aftershocks, especially when he’s still coming.

Bucky continues to moan as he does as you hoped, he came hard and deep inside you. When you’ve both finally come down from the high, it’s silent, and even though you’d both long forgotten you were on a set with multiple people watching you two, they were also quiet, completely taken back by the performance.

Incoherent cries come out of each of you, when Bucky agonizingly pulls his cock out. For the most part you’re able to keep him inside, but he’d proven to come so much some of it seeps out and runs down in streak fashion along your thigh, staining the bed sheets.

In your last act, as your gazes meet each other again, your fingers dip inside your soaked cunt and coat them. Hypnotized by you, Bucky watches as you greedily suck off his essence from your digits, and you evoke a small hum in his favor at the taste bursting in your mouth.

Bucky bites at his bottom lip, trying to not lose it again. When your hand disappears, he tenderly wipes the matted hair away from your face, smoothing your hair back before pulling your body close again, swooping your lips for a deep kiss.

“Shit, you’re good,” he admits, when he pulls away, effectively breaking the blissful silence. You bust out in a fit of giggles beside him and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He’s not sure what he’s feeling, but it’s not something you’re supposed to feel towards your co-star, especially in the porn industry.

He smiles at you, basking in your afterglow and all he knows is that he wants to feel this high with you over and over, so he decides to risk it all, “I hope this doesn’t ruin the moment, but can I take you out some time?”

You try your best to read him, wondering if he was just still in the heat of the moment. Either he’s really good or he’s being sincere, you can’t tell and you’re hoping you’re not overthinking it, but his eyes, this whole time, were what gave him away. He performed with them and he definitely spoke through them.

Before you could accept and give him a definite answer, you’re both brought back to reality, “we’re still rolling here!” Wanda reminds.

A/N: Thank the pain meds for this. I think I effectively used up my vacation days the right way, won’t you agree? Likes, reblogs and comments/emojis are appreciated!

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Claire...may I request a lil' writing? I'm thinking of Javi maybe post Columbia and he builds up a routine. He goes to the same coffee shop every morning on his way to work and of course picks up the same order. You're a barista at the coffee shop and eventually, you can pin down his arrival to the minute so one day, you make his drink for the exact moment when he gets there, with your number written on the cup cause screw it, he's damn hot. What would happen? <3

Oh Maia, this was FUN to write for you!!! I hope you enjoy it! :D

Exciting update!!! GIF and media genius @nicolethered made an amazing video for me to go with this fic!! Go give her big love!!

Second exciting update! I was challenged by @quica-quica-quica to play the POV game for this piece (where someone Asks you to rewrite a piece from a different character's POV). So now there is a companion piece to this from Javier's POV, called: "Coffee Shop Girl". Enjoy!

For Now

Word count: 3900+

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Javier Peña x “You” (Austin coffee shop barista; cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: slow-burn; oral sex/F receiving; vaginal fingering; protected P/V sex; cigarette smoking

Ten days. It took ten days between the first arrival of the handsome stranger and you ending up in his bed. A new personal record for you, given how reserved you normally were. But it was nothing to be ashamed of, as long as you were careful. It was the 90s now after all, there was zero reason to have to keep your knees closed until marriage, as long as you used condoms and got tested regularly.

You liked the coffee shop well enough, situated on the southern end of downtown near the warehouses and a few clubs. It drew a full spectrum of Austinites: college kids closing out their club nights with breakfast tacos and pastries before going home to crash; early morning construction workers, employees from the big post office around the corner; and the usual boring lawyers and office staff who started streaming in around 7:30 every weekday morning. You could do the job well enough, even considering the odd hours: waking up early enough to open the doors at 5:30, serve the slow trickle of early morning customers with patience and ease until a co-worker joined at 7:00 for the morning rush. And the barista and food service parts of the job were physically but not mentally demanding. It was a job, and certainly less hassle than your bartending gig some weekends. At least here you only had to throw drunks out once a month.

And then one Tuesday in early June, at 7:47 a.m., he appeared. Tall, neatly groomed mustache, dark eyes, a sheaf of bangs swept to the side over his forehead. His navy blue blazer and tie said ‘accountant’ or maybe ‘state employee’ and his sideburns were just a little out of date. You pegged him at about 40, probably one of those men who visited the same barber their whole lives, not bothering to keep up with fashion trends as long as they looked neat and clean. When he reached to take his to-go cup of black coffee from you, you noticed that his ring finger was bare, and you liked that his fingernails were clean and trimmed. He offered you a nod in thanks, and you smiled at him a little more warmly than you had with your other customers so far. He held the door on his way out, pausing just a moment to let two women enter… and then he was gone, out into the bright sunlight and foot traffic and morning rush. You hoped you would see him again.

On Wednesday he came back again, a repeat of Tuesday except with a different tie, deep red today instead of navy. Black coffee to go, leather portfolio tucked under one arm, clean hands, eyes as dark as the coffee you handed him. This time rewarding you with a gruff and gravelly, “Thanks,” instead of just a nod. You relished the accidental brush of his fingers on yours as you handed the cup over, another flash of him imprinted on you, along with yesterday’s vision of him going golden as he stepped out into the morning sun. This time you watched him through the big glass window until he was out of sight, admiring his strong nose in profile, the curve of it perched over that mustache. Two extra seconds of handsomeness poured into your morning before you had to turn back to rinsing mugs and making change. You hoped that he’d come again on Thursday, making it three visits, a genuine pattern instead of a fluke.

On Thursday he reappeared, same time as the previous two days, waiting patiently in line behind two wake-and-bake potheads who were taking their sweet time staring up at the food menu. Today he was dark gray instead of navy, wearing a charcoal blazer and a sharp black tie. You waved him over with a smile, letting it melt all the way up to your eyes instead of flashing the tight, brief, closed-mouth thing you used on most customers.

“Black coffee, right?” You watched his face, taking in the dark eyes, the hair, the brief smile that made a surprise dimple appear in his cheek.

He nodded, “That’s right. Thank you.” He slid a rumpled bill across the counter. “Keep the change.”

You bit your lip as you turned away, preening at his thanks and seven whole words as if they were genuine praise. His voice was deep and rich, landing with a rumble in your own chest, like the remnants of thudding bass from a passing car. You poured the coffee and secured the lid, brain scrambling desperately for something clever to say. To make him come back, to talk to you more.

You turned and handed him the cup, and as he reached for it you again let your hand be in just the right spot to feel the brush of his fingers. Your eyes locked on one another, and for the briefest moment you forgot to let go of the cup. You wanted to swim in those brown eyes forever, get lost and let him drown you whole. He paused, and you thought you saw the briefest twitch of his mustache, a pinprick in his calm exterior before you drew your hand back. He inclined his head, a single nod, and then he turned to leave and your attention was swept back to the register and the next customers.

Friday he arrived “on time” and you met his eyes as soon as he opened the door. Today he was warm earth tones, a dark red shirt under a brown tweed blazer and no tie, a nod to casual Friday. You turned and prepared his coffee, tightening the lid and then holding it up to him across the room, smiling and tossing your chin up in a friendly greeting. He walked up and slid a few bills over the counter to you.

“Thanks.” He winked at you and something in your pelvis fluttered. “See you next week.”

You watched him go, stepping out again into a halo of golden sun, pulling a pair of aviator sunglasses from his pocket and putting them on before striding away. You suddenly felt lost, facing the many hours between now and Monday.

Your weekend passed in a blur of extra bartending shifts and catching up on sleep. You were forever napping at odd hours, trying to reconcile the slightly staggered rhythms of early morning coffee shop hours and late-night bartending. It wasn’t the hardest you’d ever worked or the worst schedule, but it wasn’t fun. At least, it hadn’t been fun until now. Now you had something to look forward to.

Monday morning you opened the shop and kept an eye on the clock. At 7:46 you poured black coffee into a to-go cup. Thirty seconds later, he appeared on the other side of the plate glass window, the navy suit and tie again, blowing out a long stream of cigarette smoke before dropping the butt and giving it a quick twist under his foot. He took off his amber-lensed aviators and tucked them into the pocket of his blazer, then pulled out his wallet. At 7:47 on the dot, he opened the door, met your eyes, and saw you holding up his coffee. And there went that smile again, the dimple, the wink.

You smiled as he approached the counter. “You psychic or something? Or am I just that predictable?”

“Both, maybe.” You grinned and wiggled your eyebrows.

He opened his wallet and passed a bill across the counter, larger than what was strictly necessary for a to-go coffee and a reasonable tip. “Great service, keep the change.”

You thanked him, giving him the full-watt smile and wishing him a good day as you opened and closed the register, putting the change into the tip jar. Thankfully there was no one else in line right now, so you could give his handsome figure your full attention as he left, watching how the navy blazer hugged his shoulders.

He went out the door, turned right like he always did, and then he turned his head and his eyes met yours through the glass. You should have felt embarrassed that he caught you staring, but you didn’t. Mostly because you realized that he had stopped to look back, too, which meant you weren’t the only one hoping for more. He nodded and lifted his cup in a gesture of thanks. Then he was gone.

Tuesday was the same, only with the charcoal blazer and the dark red tie this time. The wink, the flutter in your gut, the over-tipping. The glance across the counter as his fingers brushed yours around the cup. The aviators slung on as soon as he stepped out the door.

Wednesday, again, the navy suit and tie, another brush of the fingers, a smaller tip but a bigger smile, gracing you with that dimple again. Another gravelly, “Thank you,” that sounded warmer than he had to date. The handsome profile and a quick meeting of the eyes through the glass as he left again.

Thursday was the same, only better. You used a permanent marker to write something on his paper cup before you poured it precisely at 7:46 a.m., watching, waiting. He did not disappoint. At 7:47, precisely on time, you caught a glimpse of his profile as he came into view through the plate glass window. Charcoal again. He turned and saw you inside, then opened the door, holding it again for a woman exiting. You pointed at his to-go cup on the counter and smiled.

“You trying to get rid of me? In and out so quickly?” He smiled and twitched an eyebrow at you.

You smiled back, “Depends on how long you were planning to stay. We close at 1:00 a.m. after open mic tonight. After that you gotta go somewhere else.”

The handsome man chuckled and pursed his lips. “And what time do you get off, after the morning shift?”

“Depends on who’s asking.” You winked and immediately regretted it, it felt too bold, it wasn’t your normal mode.

He met your eyes and said simply, “I am.”

You felt your face split into a wide smile. “I finish at 1:00, after the lunch rush.”

He nodded. “Good to know. I’m Javier, by the way.” He stuck his hand out and shook yours. You gave him your name and a warm shake of the hand.

He fished a few bills out of his wallet. “Can I maybe stop by after your shift, take you to lunch sometime?”

“You can do me one better than that.” You rotated the paper cup so that the writing was facing him. “My phone number’s on the cup.”

His eyebrows popped up, and then he gave you an appraising glance, like he was impressed. You saw his tongue shift up under his lip to suck a tooth and you suddenly wanted nothing more than to see how that tongue felt on you. You flushed hot, tingling with desire.

He arched an eyebrow at you. “You do that for all your customers?”

“Just the best tippers.” You winked at him and laughed.

He stuck his hand out once more and you gave him yours. He lifted it and kissed the back of your hand, mustache sweeping ever so briefly over your knuckles before he gently released it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” his voice was low and something in it went straight to your groin, making your pelvic muscles clench. You watched him pick up the cup and go, smiling at you with that dimple through the glass as he left. You stood for just a moment, hoping, hoping, hoping. Maybe he would call you after work?

At 1:00 you finished your shift and handed the register off to Mike. You were just untying your apron and hanging it up when you saw a familiar profile sweep into view outside the window. Javier. Your stomach flipped over and a million little butterflies flew out.

He ducked inside the door and searched the shop for a moment, smiling when he saw you coming out from behind the counter with your bag slung over your shoulder.

“Hey,” you stood for a moment and hesitated, suddenly shy.

Javier slipped his sunglasses off and tucked them into his pocket. “Hey, I’m glad I caught you. Are you busy, or can I take you to lunch today?”

“No, I’m not busy. I’d love to go.” You smiled. “There’s a sandwich place around the corner, and a park we can go sit in.”

He smiled, wider than you’d seen him do so far. “That’s perfect.”

He let you lead, walking him across the street and around the corner to the sub shop. You made small-talk on the way there, finding out that he was from Laredo but new to Austin, a former DEA agent consulting for the state. You picked up your food and walked a block over to the small city park, where you told him about your roommates, your cat, your wish to go back to school and finish your degree. By the end of lunch you were both smiling, feeling that spark, the little magnetic pull that had started over his coffee orders. At 2:00 Javier said he had to get back to his office.

“... but I’d really like to see you again. Can I take you to dinner? Tonight if that’s okay, since you’re working tomorrow night.” He stood close to you, looking warmly into your eyes.

“Yeah, that would be great.” You felt that flutter again, that twitch of interest from looking into his warm brown eyes, seeing the way they crinkled when he smiled. You were so busy looking at his eyes that you didn’t see him reach his hand out, sweeping it around to circle your shoulders and pull you in for a kiss. You kissed him back, as urgently as was proper for the time of day and the public setting. When he pulled away to walk back up the few blocks to his office, you stood there dazed. Wow.

You went home and napped, then showered and changed into datewear. Javier picked you up at 7:30, and you were relieved that the little spark was still there. You had half-worried that it would wear off in the few hours between your lunch date and now, or that it was a localized feeling limited to a small radius around the coffee shop. But dinner was fun and warm, and by the end of dessert and coffee you didn’t want to leave him yet. You decided that you would be bolder than you normally were.

“Listen, my roommates are home, but do you want to go back to your place?”

Javier looked surprised for only a moment and then smiled, “Yes, let’s go.”

You kissed all the way back to the car, ran your hands lightly over the back of Javier’s neck as he drove, kissed all the way from the car to his apartment door, and tumbled inside together, feeling for buttons and zippers and helping each other out of your clothes. His erection felt warm and solid against your hip, and when he finally got naked you were nearly moaning at the expanse of his broad shoulders and golden skin. He was beautiful.

Javier walked you backwards to the bedroom and paused only to pull a wrapped condom out of a drawer and turn on the bedside lamp to chase away the dark. You lay back and watched him as he tossed the foil packet onto the quilt next to you and then knelt beside your legs. He looked at you as he ran his hands up and down your naked thighs. Then he butterflied your legs slowly apart and ran one warm hand up to your pussy, teasing you with his fingers, dipping them in and out between your labia and running them up to tickle your clit.

“Can I eat you out?” He asked almost shyly.

You nodded, a breathy “Yeah,” issuing from your lips. Javier dove down and licked into you with a rush. You gasped and threw your head back, clawing your fingers down into the blankets. Javier worked you open on three fingers and used the tip of his stiffened tongue to flick your clit rapidly from side to side while his fingers slipped slowly in and out. You moaned and fought the urge to close your legs while he curled and stroked inside of you, finding the spots you could never quite reach yourself. Within a few minutes you were cresting the wave of release.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come! Keep- keep going,” you gasped, “Just like that!” Javier kept his pace steady, working you along as you huffed and breathed faster. He curled his fingers just right and you sped off the edge into oblivion, gulping and grunting and making noises that were almost embarrassing, that didn’t sound like you, but you felt too good to even care. Javier stopped licking and slowed his fingers as you clenched around him, using the broad flat of his tongue to swipe a long, comforting stripe up the outside of your labia. When you were finished coming, he pulled his fingers out slowly and sat up on his haunches, smiling like a prizewinner.

He wiped one broad, flat hand down his mouth and chin, and then crawled up the bed to lay next to you, stroking you from hip to breast with his thick fingers. “Was that okay, cariño?”

You groaned out a chuckle, “Oh yeah, that was good.” You rolled onto your side to face him, and drew him in for a deep kiss. You loved the mix of how he smelled and tasted, your own salty musk blending with his spicy cologne and the smoky phantoms of cigarettes past and his after-dinner coffee. As you kissed, his hand came up to stroke a trail of goosebumps on your shoulder, and you reached yours down to stroke his cock to attention. The heft of him was thick and warm in your hand, and within seconds he was hard and throbbing. You ran the pad of your thumb up the bottom of his head and over his slit gently, and you giggled as he shuddered and reached down to pull your hand away.

“You keep going like that and I’m not going to last long.” His thick fingers wrapped around yours, and he pulled your hand up to place a long kiss to the inside of your wrist, blowing warm air out through his nose, the feel of it on your skin sending a thrill up your spine. He reached for the condom and opened it, rolling it down his proud length. He put his hand down and stroked your thigh before hooking one hand behind your knee to pull your leg up and over his hip. He held himself so that his tip was buried just at your entrance, then he thrust up and into you in one swift motion. You inhaled sharply and hooked your leg tighter around him, letting him set the pace. He nudged your jaw, nosing up into the crook of your neck and kissing you from ear to chin and back again.

His hot words sent chills down your neck and your nipples stiffened into sensitive buds. “Baby, you feel so fucking good, so hot and wet. Fuck, you’re amazing.”

You kissed him and shushed him, then you pressed an open palm to his chest, “Wait. Roll over. I wanna get on top.”

Javier grinned in the dim light of his bedroom, then he wrapped his big hand around your lower back and pulled you over with him. You shifted and settled into place, and the feeling of being speared on him, of his cock hitting deep inside, of his coarse curls rubbing against your clit was almost to the point of overstimulation. You whined and fell face down into the crook of his neck, smelling his warm spiced fragrance and going limp at the ‘too much’ of it all. He planted his feet flat on the bed and kept his arms wrapped around you, thrusting up, up, up into you over and over. He made the most delicious noises, sounds that might have been words or not, but which conveyed all of his pleasure in little grunts and groans.

You decided you wanted to watch his face, so you sat back up and braced yourself on your knees, rolling your hips in rhythm with his and helping him chase his high.

“God, you look so fucking good on my cock, cariño. So beautiful.” He started to turn glossy with sweat, tiny golden beads reflecting the single lamp beside the bed and making him look surreal. You followed a drip of sweat as it appeared on his neck and then ran down to pool in the hollow at the base of his throat. You tipped forward once more to lick at it, to taste the salt and the smoke of him and nip one tiny bite into his neck before moving up to lick and nibble at his earlobe.

Javier suddenly tensed his legs, giving one big thrust and then hissing out a “Fffff-” between his lips as he came. He thrust again and then stilled, relaxing back into the bed, but keeping you close against him. You let him hold you, your breaths slowing together until you were back, calm again, heartbeats back to center. He released you and held the base of the condom as you lifted off and rolled onto your back. He went to the bathroom, and you heard him run water before he returned with a wrung-out washcloth. He offered it to you, and you declined with a weak wave. He turned and tossed it into the bathroom sink and then motioned for you to scoot off the bed so he could turn the covers down.

He picked up a packet of cigarettes and a lighter, gesturing at you with a raised eyebrow. You put a hand up, “Not a whole one, but I’ll take a drag off yours if that’s ok.”

“Sure thing.” He lit one and passed it to you, and you took a deep drag before handing it back.

“Thanks.” You blew the smoke out in a blue stream.

He crawled into bed and patted the mattress next to him. “Stay,” he looked at you with a smile. ��If you want to.” He parked the cigarette back between his plush lips.

You smiled warmly and crawled in next to him. “Okay, just for a little while.” You checked the digital clock beside the bed. “I gotta go home and change, and then get to the coffee shop at 5:00. Can you set the alarm for 4:00?”

He nodded and picked up the clock, pressed a few buttons and slid a switch into place. Then he raised his arm and settled it around your shoulders, and turned off the lamp. You watched the cherry of his cigarette glow and then turn faint, bobbing in the dark as he moved to flick ash into the ashtray on the nightstand.

He murmured low, into the quiet room, “You know, I’m only here for the summer. The consulting job ends in August.” He paused to take the final pull of his cigarette, then stubbed it out in the ashtray. “After that, I gotta go back to D.C.”

You yawned and nodded. “No problem. We can have fun this summer. I’ll take you to Barton Springs and Mount Bonnell, give you the real Austin tour. We can just have fun for now.”

He kissed your forehead, moving down your nose to land soft kisses on your lips. “Okay, summer girl. I’m all yours… for now.”

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