#holy shit I haven’t posted in a hot minute!

[saturnthesilliest]

GRRRRRRR I NEED MORE NON-VERBAL/ SELECTIVE MUTE/ MUTE READER FICS SHAGENSUDHEUSGEJWGAJDVSJSVAJSVSKBSKSBZKDBEKZJEOSBKEBE

#holy shit I haven’t posted in a hot minute! #heyya guys #so I might’ve missed several days of Badsansury… #x reader #selective mutism #mute #non verbal #going feral

[recklesssturniolo]

Request (I alr posted w it yesterday not thinking): please write something like Matt recently has been acting super “tough” in the videos, to chris and matt and now even to the reader so she completely puts him in his place, i need sub!matt in my life

Tough Guy - M.S

As per request! Sub!Matt, mommy kink

A/N: mixed feelings about this one IDK

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Matt’s ego has been higher than usual lately. Including in bed, never letting me be dominant when usually he will let me now and again. Apparently Chris calling him “tough” is actually gassing him up. Nick and I have also commented on his unusual amount of attitude and the whole ‘tough guy’ act but he still won’t drop it. Matt and I were currently arguing over something stupid in the living room, and all I could do was sit there and roll my eyes at him. I knew he needed his ego in check, and I knew exactly how to do that.

“Okay Matt I’m over this, I’m going to your room” I tell him. Looking back I notice all he does is roll his eyes.

Once in his room, I go through my drawer he had for me and find the lingerie set I secretly bought. I knew it’d drive him crazy but I wanted to right opportunity to use it, and now, I have it. Quickly putting it on I go into bed and put the blankets over myself.

After about 10 minutes Matt comes to his room. Saying nothing, changing so he was just in his boxers as he usually only slept in them and then getting into bed himself but freezing once he lifted the blankets.

“Holy fuck” He says.

“What?” I reply, knowing what he was referring to but acting as if I didn’t.

“As if you don’t know what I’m referring to. What are you trying to do here?” He asks.

“Nothing? I’m hot so I just put in on to sleep in” I tell him.

“Yeah I’m sure you put on a hot fucking lingerie set to sleep in” He replies, moving so he’s now positioned over me.

He begins kissing my neck, sucking on my sweet spots but I don’t react.

“Come on baby, you can’t wear that and not expect me to want to fuck you” He complains.

“Tough guy’s turned on already? I haven’t even touched you” I smirk.

“For fuck sakes not that shit. You look fucking incredible, I need you” He replies.

“Hm such a needy boy” I say. Moving so I was now straddling him. Grinding on him, my hands wrapped around his neck, tugging slightly at his hair.

He lets out a moan, “Please”

“Please what?” I question.

“Just touch me fuck” He whines out.

“Yeah? You want mommy to touch you? Make you feel good?” I ask.

“I - yes please” He replies.

“I’m not too sure if you’re going to be a good boy for me, you seem to be too tough for that” I smirk.

“No fuck I promise I’ll be a good boy for you” He groans out, pushing my hips down on himself harder.

“Keep your hands by your head. Don’t move them” I demand.

He nods in response. I move down and pull down his boxers, his dick springing out, pre cum already dripping down it.

Slowly, I bring my mouth down to his dick, swirling my tongue around his tip, and only putting the tip into my mouth.

“Mommy please, more” He begs as he thrusts his hips up.

“You want me to put your whole dick in my mouth pretty boy?” I question.

“Yes yes” He whines out.

“Such a whiney boy for me” I hum out as I take all of him into my mouth.

I begin bobbing my head up and down, starting off slow but picking up my pace. Pausing at moments to swirl my tongue around his tip again. Matt goes to bring his hands down to my head, but immediately puts them back by his head.

“Fuck feels so good mommy” He moans out.

“Yeah? Are you gonna come for me like a good boy?” I ask looking up at him, using my hand to continue jerking him off.

He groans out “yes”, before I bring my head back down and put him back into my mouth. Letting his dick hit the back of my throat repeatedly, feeling it twitch I pick up my pace. He brings his hands down and grabs my hair. I stop.

“Put your arms back Matty” I demand.

“I - please let me touch you” He whimpers.

“After baby” I reply, watching as he places his arms back by his head and then continuing to suck him off.

“Oh oh fuck mommy I’m coming dont stop” He moans out, his legs shaking slightly.

He comes in my mouth and after I’ve swallowed it, I pull away.

I place my hand on his cheek before attempting to ask him a question but he cuts me off.

“Can I taste you? Please? I want to make you feel good” He asks, looking at me through his eyelashes.

“Yes baby you can” I smile back, my pussy throbbing at this point after having Matt so whiney and needy for me.

I go to lay down on my back on the bed but Matt speaks up, “No sit on my face - I mean please sit on my face”

“You want mommy to sit on your face huh?” I question.

“Yes I want your pussy right on my mouth and your fucking thighs around my head” He replies, almost coming out as a moan.

I push him backwards and climb on top of him, situating myself so my pussy was right above his mouth. Without warning, he pulls me down. He begins licking my clit, circling it with his tongue, slowly making his way between my folds and flicking his tongue.

“Fuck Matty you’re doing such a good job” I moan out.

“Taste so fucking good mommy” He mumbles out, causing an extra vibration on my pussy.

I begin grinding myself slightly on his face, feeling the knot in my stomach become tighter and tighter as I do so.

“Just like that baby, mommy’s gonna come soon” I moan throwing my head back.

“Yes come all over my mouth fuck” He replies.

A couple minutes pass as Matt continues to flick his tongue over my clit, sucking on it as well but not forgetting to get the rest of my pussy.

“I’m coming fuck such a good boy making me feel so good” I whine out.

I let myself come undone, feeling him flatten his tongue against my pussy as I do so and flicking it slightly. I slowly pick myself up off his face, bring myself down to kiss him.

“Do you wanna fuck me now Matty?” I smirk.

“Fuck please can I?” He responds.

I nod before situation myself in doggy style.

“Y-you want doggy?” He asks.

“Yes and you’re gonna show me how hard you can fuck me” I demand.

I feel him move his dick between my slits, before lining himself up with my entrance. He pushes himself into me, both of us immediately letting out moans. He starts off slow - but that isn’t what I wanted.

“So what mommy told you, show me how hard you can fuck me, come on baby” I say.

“O-okay” He stutters out before tightening his grip on my hips and beginning to slam himself into me - so hard that it took me by surprise.

“Just like that Matty fuck you’re doing so good” I tell him.

“You’re so tight, I don’t - I don’t know if I can last very long” He says back.

“That’s okay, fuck just keep going like this” I moan out, knowing if he kept up his pace and how hard he was going I’d come soon too.

Matt continues as I told him to, whimpers leaving his mouth almost constantly until without warning I feel warm liquid enter me, and begin to slide down my pussy.

“Mommy you feel so good oh my god” He says.

“Yeah? Mommy loves how you feel deep inside her - fuck keep going just like that pretty boy, make me come for a second time” I groan out.

Matt once again doing as I said, I reach my climax as my legs begin to shake and become weak, Matt using his hands to hold my body up, still not slowing down his pace. Letting me come down from my high he pulls out of me, basically throwing himself down beside me.

Turning to him, while smirking, I say, “Not so tough now are you? Seemed like quite a needy mess”

“Oh come on just let me reminisce on how fucking good that just was before you start with that” He laughs.

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fic #matthew sturniolo #matt x fem reader #matt x reader #sub!matt #mommy k!nk

[jay7543]

This is my first post period, let alone smut so please don’t be too harsh, but I’ve seen so much of the cod stuff I really wanna make one.

M4m

Caught jerking it to you

18+ ONLY!!!

You haven’t really had a great week, your LT ghost has been avoiding you for days, normally you two have a great relationship, well, as great as it can get with him being dead silent most of the time and wearing a mask, but he’s just been walking away when he sees you or just not showing up to training at all.

Reader- “what the hell is up with him, I just wanna talk to him”

You say to yourself as you wander around the base looking for him. After making what has to be 2 fucking laps around the base you decide to check the one place he told you to never go, his room. You don’t know why he doesn’t want you in there, but considering how he acts…it’s not exactly shocking. You go around the barracks until you spot his room, 141.

Reader-“of course”

You let out a slight chuckle seeing the room number. After a few seconds of debating if you should go in or not, your thoughts are interrupted by a rhythmic slapping sound followed by some deep almost animalistic grunts.

Reader-“gho-sir? Are you ok?”

You get no response, so you decide to knock, not too loud but loud enough for someone to hear, still no response. The grunting gets louder and turns into growling, you fight back and forth in your head if you should go in before saying…

Reader-“fuck it”

You swing the door open, seeing the source of all the noises, your lieutenant, your friend, ghost, jerking off his enormous cock, to a picture of you in a swimsuit from when you had to take that specialized swimming course for one of your missions.

Ghost-“fuck love, that pretty fucking face, and that fat ass, fuck I wanna pin you the fuck down”

Reader-“ghost I-“

Your words get caught in your throat as you stare, directly at his fully erect cock, leaking pre cum, it has to be at least 8 inches, and his balls look so big and full. You start to feel a familiar stirring in your lower half, you’re getting…turned on? When he hears your voice he turn his head, eyes wide with *that* look as he puts away your picture and stuffs his cock back into his pants.

Ghost-“I-this isn’t…fuck”

He says in his thick gravelly British accent, looking away from you in shame, surprise, and still a lot of arousal.

Reader-“s-so this is why you’ve been avoiding me?”

You ask, still confused and feeling your own penis getting stiffer in your pants.

Ghost-“yeah, I-when I see you I just-I get so horny I just can’t control it, I’ve been trying my best to keep it calmed down but, I can’t”

He says quietly as he looks away, looking almost…shy? Bullshit, ghost, shy? Your eyes have to be deceiving you, especially with the monster he was swinging around a minute ago.

Reader-“well, I don’t mind…helping you. I mean-I always found you attractive, and I think it’s kinda hot that you were using my picture”

His eyes shoot back up to your face, searching for any ounce of teasing, or lying, after not finding any you swear you see his cock almost tear through his combat pants.

Reader-“Can I?”

You gesture to between his legs, after he gives you a nod you walk over and kneel between his legs. You stare at the bulge and bite your lip nervously. You pull his pants down just enough to let his huge erection and full balls spring free, his thick and musky shaft slamming down onto your face as you take a deep breath in through your nose, your own penis, pathetic compared to his, throbs in anticipation of taking him in your mouth.

Reader-“holy shit ghost, it smells so good, and it’s so fucking big”

You say as you start to kiss and lick the shaft, working your way to his tip, that’s leaking out a stream of pre cum, you take it into your mouth, making sure to lick up every ounce of the thick clear liquid swallowing it hungrily.

Ghost-“oh fuck love, your mouth is perfect”

Your penis twitches again as he calls you love, normally it’s just a name he calls you, but now, it means so much more. He puts his hand onto the back of your head, taking a fistful of hair into his hand and shoves you further down onto his thick shaft.

Ghost-“oh, I’m gonna fuck your pretty face, the face that makes me go fucking feral when I see it”

Any ounce of shyness he had when you caught him is completely gone as his dominant and rough demeanor returns as you gag and slobber on his cock. During the rough face fucking one of your hands makes its way onto his balls as you start to massage them, your other hand makes its way into your pants to stroke your own erection. Ghost chuckles

Ghost-“look at you, jerking yourself as I force your face down into my cock, from now on you’re my slut, that’s what I’ve wanted for a while and you look like you want it to.

You look up at him, your eyes watering from the assault on your throat as you make noises to answer yes to him

Ghost-“good boy, now I’m gonna cover your face in my spunk”

He picks up his pace for a bit, hitting the back of my throat every thrust, causing more tears to fill your eyes as you start to feel lightheaded. Just as you feel you might pass out, he pulls out of your throat and starts shooting his thick, creamy load all over your face. You gasp for air and moan as you feel the hot liquid cover your face, some landing on your tongue and you swallow happily. Ghost growling as every rope shoots out of his tip, his balls visibly contracting every time.

Ghost-“you look so good covered in my spunk love, even more pretty than before”

You look down at yourself, a bit of his cum dripping onto your uniform, your pants with a very visible wet spot from you cumming at some point while jerking yourself as he assaulted your throat. You stand and wipe his cum off your face and put it into your mouth, swallowing as much as possible.

Ghost-“good boy”

He growls as he watches you swallow, his cock still somehow rock hard, but he puts it away knowing you need a break. You finally catch enough of your breath to talk.

Reader-“n-next time, just tell me when you’re horny, I-I’ll gladly help, and….put it in my ass next time”

You turn around and pull out your ass and spread your cheeks, showing him your tight hole. He slaps your bare ass hard, and slips a finger in making you yelp

Ghost-“you bet I fucking will slut”

He whispers into your ear, now you can’t wait till he calls you next.

#smut #18+ only #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #m4m

[daring-the-devil]

large black coffee - 6

You own and operate a new specialty cafe in Hell's Kitchen. One day, a blind lawyer walks through the door, and the trajectory of your life is changed for good. (~1900 words)

author's note: part 6 has arrived, signaling the start of the second arc of this series! you and matt have a night in. this full series is also officially over 10k words now, making it one of the longest fanfics i've ever written (holy shit!!!!!!). this takes place post-season 3 of daredevil, so there will be spoilers for the entire show in this series!

fic note: no use of y/n or gendered pronouns

warnings: some strong language, kissing (it's mostly just fluff tbh)

read part 5.5 here | start at the beginning | series masterlist | request guidelines

~*~*~

Matt rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath fanning out along your cheek. “Have you decided what you want yet?”

Your eyes flick over the menu in front of you. “Pad Thai?”

He kisses your cheek. “Good choice.”

It’s been over two weeks since you joined Matt and his friends at Josie’s, almost three since you had your run-in with Daredevil. You still haven’t told anyone that you saw him, not even Eliza, who had asked at work the next day why you’d left baking supplies all over the place. The sprained wrist had been easy to explain: you’d fallen down the stairs, tried to break your fall. You’d wrapped it up yourself. The baking supplies, you excused with your own forgetfulness. It was easier than telling people what had happened to you. 

It wasn’t that you were upset that Daredevil had saved your life. Rather, you just figured you wouldn’t worry anyone else by telling them. It had already happened—why bring it back up?

So now, you stand in Matt’s apartment, ordering Thai food with him to be delivered to his apartment, and you're determined not to let these weeks-old memories ruin an evening for you. There was no sense in making things bigger than they were when there was no need for it, right?

Matt pulls out his phone to place the order, leaving you to sit on his couch and stare at the mountain of papers in front of you. It’s half-date night, half-“let’s try to prepare Matt for court tomorrow morning.” In the time since you started dating, this is the first time you’d been around for one of Matt’s bigger cases. Needless to say, tensions are high at Nelson, Murdock, & Page, and to help out, you volunteered to help Matt run through the details of the case. 

To put it simply, you’re feeling overwhelmed. 

“It should be here in about thirty minutes,” Matt says, joining you on the couch. He winces as he sits, his hand briefly flying to his side. 

“Everything okay?” you ask, straightening up a little. 

He nods, hand moving to take his glasses off and set them on the coffee table. “I’m fine. Just—pulled something at work yesterday.”

You scoff, your eyebrows going up. “Are you getting old or something?”

“Shut up,” he says fondly, leaning over and pulling you in for a kiss. You smile into it, relishing in the feel of him under your hands, and try not to show your disappointment when he pulls away. “Okay. Are you sure you want to help me with this? It’s boring.”

“Unless you’d rather hear me ramble about baking tips,” you say, bracing one elbow against the back cushions and resting your head in your hand. 

“Well, I wouldn’t mind that,” Matt says. “You have a nice voice.”

Your face goes hot at that. “I’m sure you tell that to all of your dates.”

“Eh, only the ones I like,” he says, grinning. You huff and roll your eyes. 

“All right, hotshot,” you say. “Lay it on me.”

By the time dinner arrives, your head is swimming, but Matt seems to be growing more and more confident and energized as the minutes pass. He practically bounds over to the door to pick it up, his energy palpable in the air, and it’s only once you smell the food does the fog in your head clear a little. 

“Wow, I’m…kind of glad that I didn’t go to law school,” you say, helping him bring plates and utensils and drinks over to the coffee table. 

“It was hard, and expensive, so I don’t blame you,” Matt says, kissing your cheek as he sits down. Your heart jumps in your chest. 

“But you love it,” you say, watching him as he pops open his container of curry. 

Matt’s smile is almost shy, turned down at his food, and you catch a glimpse at the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. By day, out in public, this man is damn near intimidating in his suits and glasses. But here, when it’s just the two of you in his apartment, he’s soft. Present. 

You only just manage to resist the urge to reach out and pull him in for another kiss and instead direct your attention to the steaming container of Pad Thai on your lap. “So. I have a question.”

He tilts his head in your direction. “Yeah, sure.”

“About Daredevil.”

That makes him pause. He stops what he’s doing for a moment and turns his blank gaze in your direction, hazel eyes glinting in the light of the billboard outside his window. “Why?” 

You lift one shoulder. “Jacob was asking about him a couple days ago—something he saw on the news. He asked me to ask you guys for information, since you’ve worked for him before.” It wasn’t totally a lie. Jacob had told you once that he’d been fascinated with superheroes since the Battle of New York, and while none of you were positive that Daredevil was a superhero, there was no doubt in any of your minds that he was a hero. 

Even if his style of hero-ing was less flashy than the Avengers. 

“Well,” Matt says, his brow furrowing. “As far as I’m aware, he usually works alone, especially in the field. One of my former clients was actually one of the few people he has worked with.”

Your jaw drops. “Who?”

“Jessica Jones.”

Jessica— “Patsy’s sister?”

The corner of Matt’s mouth turns up. “Yeah, but she’d kill you if you called her that to her face."

You let out a disbelieving laugh, falling against the back cushions of the couch. “Holy shit.”

“We have had an…interesting variety of clients, shall we say,” Matt says. 

This, you know very well. Hell, the Punisher case even has its own Wikipedia page because of how sensational it had been. Finding out Matt had had Jessica Jones as his client at one point? Weird, but in an even weirder way, it made sense.

“She seems so cool,” you say distantly, stabbing at the Pad Thai with your fork. 

Matt wrinkles his nose. “I can introduce the two of you, if you want. Eventually.”

“Oh, Jacob would flip.” You take a bite of food and barely manage to contain your excitement about it. “Goddamn, this is good. Where has this been my whole life?”

“Right down the street,” Matt says. 

“I’d flip you the bird, but I don’t know how big of an effect it would have on you.”

“You’re too kind.”

Then, you really do flip him the bird, but if he notices, he doesn’t show it. 

You finish your food much quicker than you would have liked, and then it’s back to work for both of you. Mostly for Matt, though, because your job is to sit and listen and give him feedback. 

Not that there’s a lot of feedback that you can give him, since your only experience with the law is two episodes of Law & Order reruns that you and your cousin watched four years ago, but still. Matt insists that your presence is more than enough. 

Before you realize it, it’s past ten o’clock, and reluctantly, the two of you start clearing away takeout trash and reorganizing the papers. Matt has to be at the courthouse early, so he won’t be able to stop by the cafe before he heads in, so this is the last time you’ll see him until it’s over. It won’t be long, it’s not like you’re going a week without seeing him, but you hate it. 

“I’ll miss you,” you say into his shoulder. 

His laugh rumbles through his whole body. “I’ll call you.”

“You better.”

“Get a cab,” Matt says softly, kissing your temple. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

You smile, leaning into him. “I will.”

“Good.” He gently tilts your face up so he can kiss you on the lips, gentle and hot at the same time. You can’t help but melt into him, your hands going to snake up his back and draw him closer to you, his hands sliding along your jaw and holding you in place. His tongue brushes against your lips, and you’re almost tempted to let him in, and then—

Foggy! Foggy! Foggy!

You separate, both of you groaning as Matt fishes his phone out of his pocket and brings it up to his ear with one hand. 

“Hello?” he says, still holding onto you. 

“Am I interrupting anything?”

“Yes,” Matt grits out. You press your fingers to your lips to hide your smile. 

“Oh. Sorry. Anyways, Karen found something else for the case. Might be useful. Can I run it by you right now?”

“Give me a minute and I’ll call you back,” Matt says. 

“Okay, so just—”

Matt shuts his phone off, and you finally let out the little burst of laughter that you’d been keeping in. He turns his face up to the ceiling, exasperation written all over it. 

“I’m so sorry,” he says.

“No, no, it’s okay,” you say, reaching and pulling his face back down. “Good luck on the case tomorrow. Call me when you can.”

“Okay,” Matt says, kissing your forehead and then your lips again. “Get home safe.”

“I will,” you reassure him as he opens the door. 

“Goodnight,” he says. 

Only once you’re at the elevator do you hear the door shut. 

The cab ride to your apartment isn’t long, thankfully. Once you’re in your building, it’s another quick elevator ride up to your floor, and then a short trip down a hallway to your apartment. 

You step inside and hang up your bag before heading to the kitchen, flicking on lights as you go. You pour yourself a glass of water and down half of it, then move to the stairs that lead up to the roof. Matt has yet to show you his roof, but you don’t mind, considering how you have your own space with your own view—and what a damn good view it is, too. 

Sighing, you lean against the railing, and even though the breeze that blows by you is cool, you feel warm inside, all happy and soft from the time you spent with Matt. You keep your eyes on the skyline, the high rises and skyscrapers glittering in the distance, the old Avengers tower like a gleaming monolith in the middle of it all. 

Superheroes, huh? You rest your chin in your hand. What a world you live in. 

Something clatters behind you, and you spin around, hand going instinctively to your phone (it’s barely left your side since the attack). For a moment, you see nothing but the shadows that cling to everything on the roof—shapeless forms that line the walls and pipes and loose bricks that lay scattered around the place. And then, your eyes land on a spot that seems darker than the rest, and your heartbeat quickens. 

“Who is it?” you demand, though the pull in your gut tells you that you already know. 

The shadow melts away from the wall, coalescing into one solid form: black and dark red, hard lines and broad planes, the man that saved Hell’s Kitchen—and you. 

Daredevil.

part 7

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[norabrice1701]

Coincidence - Ch. 5, Pt. I

Dr. Alan Grant x Predoctoral Student Fem!Reader

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Ch. 5 Warnings: Explicit language; panic attacks; dinosaur PTSD; astraphobia; pining and inappropriate crush

You close the last empty drawer to your desk, and the clang of metal on metal sounds so final. 

Too final. 

But it’s your own decision to leave, though. You took months to decide on the next step of your academic journey even if it only took a minute to place the phone call and five more to mail the acceptance letter. At least the New Mexico Museum of Natural History and Science promises a fresh start, fresh pursuits, and a full-time paycheck as you advance towards your doctorate, even if NMMNHS is one of the least accessible acronyms you’ve ever seen. It’s still humbling beyond words that they selected you for the position based on your masters and predoctoral research work… but in your heart of hearts, you know there’s only one man who encouraged you, who challenged you, who inspired you… 

And you haven’t even told him that you’re leaving yet. You suspect that he already knows from reviewing next year’s enrollment roster, but still, you haven’t brought yourself to say it to him aloud. Like the closure of your desk drawer, it sounds too final, too irreversible. But as much as you long to make a name for yourself in your own right, you just can’t bear to watch Dr. Grant slowly destroy himself. 

You don’t want to admit it to yourself, but there’s been no going back since that post-lecture chat with him. Your heart cracked wide open for him and it has never closed back up. All you want is to be more to him than a student – someone he can confide in, someone he can lean on, someone he can… 

Well, you’ve been over this before, and it’s nothing new. You remain just as powerless to help him, destined to watch him lose himself in his work, forsaking nearly everything and everyone else. It strikes you as a coping mechanism of some sort, and you still can’t say how or why you scared him so bad that one afternoon. You didn’t sneak up on him on purpose, but maybe he thought you did? 

Or maybe he thought you were someone else? Or something else?

“Holy shit - you’re here! Or rather, still here.” April’s voice sounds over the bang of the lab door as it swings open on its creaky hinge. Her face is bright with excitement as she steps through the door, waving a newspaper. “And just in time, too! You have got to read this.” 

You just barely resist an eye-roll. “Not another ‘dinosaurs-are-alive’ article, is it?” Suppressing a groan, you watch her nod enthusiastically. “Aren’t you tired of those yet? The official investigations have found nothing even of interest.” 

“The official investigations are full of shit,” she says without shame as she sweeps through the lab towards her desk next to yours. “Gennaro’s family just sued InGen - asking for upwards of $37 million! Now if that’s not definite proof, then I don’t know what is.” 

The newspaper hits her desk with an audible slap as you close the packing box’s cardboard flaps. “Who’s Gennaro?” 

April scoffs as she deposits her backpack to the desktop. “Don’t you remember? He’s the lawyer that went to Costa Rica with the doctors - but he’s the one person who didn’t come back from that weekend excursion.” 

“Oh, please.” You chuckle with disbelief. “Like the papers said, there’s any number of explanations for that - case investigation, client support, etc.”

April just waggles her eyebrows and nudges the newspaper towards you. Despite your annoyance at April’s continued fascination about the highly-speculated so-called ‘dinosaur island’ that still swirls around Dr. Grant’s name, you can’t deny your lingering curiosity. 

BIOTECH FIRM SUED FOR LAWYER’S WRONGFUL DEATH 

International Genetics Incorporated, more commonly known as InGen, have found themselves in hot water with a recent lawsuit brought forth by the family of Donald Gennaro. As previously reported, Gennaro accompanied former InGen CEO, John Hammond, to Costa Rica last summer but has never filed exit paperwork to return to the United States. This week, a spokesman for the Gennaro family confirms why this is. 

“The Gennaro family wish to express their profound grief and stunned heartbreak over the passing of Donald Gennaro, who died at the careless hands of John Hammond and the InGen corporation.” The spokesman’s statement read. “With the evidence already submitted to the judge, the family is moving forward with a lawsuit against InGen for the wrongful death of their beloved father and patriarch.” 

The paperwork filed with the court indicates that the family is citing damages equal to $36.5 million. At the time of publishing, InGen has not made a public statement regarding the suit, nor has current CEO, Peter Ludlow, released any statement. 

With a scoff, you push the paper back towards April. “That proves absolutely nothing,” you say with a shake of your head. “He could have died in a company vehicle accident or fell down an InGen staircase.” 

“But here’s the best part!” April cackles with conspiratorial glee. “Officially, InGen has no facility registered in Costa Rica. So, then, why would the lawyer stay there on official business after everyone else left, hmm? Why else would he have died there? If not… oh, say for the existence of creatures that have been extinct for 65 million years.” 

“I think you’re still grasping at straws…” Again, you shake your head with an incredulous smirk. “You know, as much as I’m going to miss you, I’m not going to miss your conspiracy theory adventures around ‘dinosaur island’.” 

April’s shoulders sag as her smile falls. “Fuck, I still can’t belive that you’re packing up.” She stares at your packing box and empty desktop with a sad shake of her head. “I just thought that you’d always be here, you know? Hell, you’ve been here for so many years already…” 

You arch a wry brow. “Guess that’s the downside of doing undergrad, masters and predoc work all at the same university.” The corner of your mouth lifts with a wistful smile. “Maybe that’s why I’m finally deciding to move on. Change of scenery, change of pace…” You trail off as you turn to watch rain sluice down the lab’s windowpane.

Fortunately, it’s a gentle rain shower that paints the outside world in peaceful shades of grey instead of inducing an attack of crippling panic. But mercifully, that’s still only happened the one time back at the dig site. You draw a breath to speak. “I think New Mexico will be good for me. I hear it hardly ever rains or storms there.” 

April laughs softly as she perches against her desk. “You’ll miss being here, though. I know you will - you’ll miss all of us, all of this… sure, you’ll still have bones and dust, but I don’t know how you’ll ever do better than working with the famous Alan Grant.” 

The mention of his name shouldn’t send a pang through your heart, but it does. Maybe once you stop seeing him on a near daily basis, you can put whatever this infatuation - crush, obsession, whatever it is - behind you. If he doesn’t take his own advice - that you reminded him of - and he remains hellbent on running himself into the ground, then you refuse to watch him do it any longer. Especially if the only potential for a future relationship with him keeps you in the student-mentor dynamic. 

“Yeah,” you agree with a sad smile. “I will miss all of you - honestly, I’m not sure how I’ll ever survive a dig site without Derek’s campfire Philly cheesesteaks. But yeah… it will be different not working with Dr. Grant anymore.” Your throat tightens, and you hope April can’t hear it in your voice. The last thing you need is for her to poke into your thoughts about him right as you’re leaving.

“Oh, come on, stop looking so forlorn.” April scolds with a gentle scoff. “Or you’re going to make me cry, and I refuse to ruin my eye makeup when it looks this good.” She pushes up from her desk. “How about you make yourself useful for one last time and we’ll get the next round of chemical baths prepared?” 

That does tug a fond smile to your face, and you’re helpless to say no. It puts you back in your element as you don thick rubber gloves and line up big plastic bins on the steel work table. Conversation flows between you and April just as easily as the distilled water and glacial acetic acid flows into the bins. Logging the specimens as they’re removed from storage containers, there’s no fizzing bubbles or other visible reaction as they submerge into the acid bath. Over the next several days, though, the sediment rock matrix will dissolve and yield the full extent of its fossilized treasure within. 

Like so many days in the lab that have come before, you lose track of the hour as the rain falls in sporadic showers and day yields to night. You gnaw on a protein bar as a weak excuse for a late dinner before making the last round of goodbyes and farewell hugs with April and others in the lab, and now, you have just one last goodbye to say. 

Taking the stairs up to his office for the final time, you commit every last step to memory. It’s a journey that you’ve taken for granted all these years, but now you’re not sure when you’ll walk these hallowed halls again. Rounding the last corner, you’re not surprised to see that all of the other faculty offices are dark, except for his. It’s been a common theme for the entire semester, and your heartbreak over the familiar workaholic sight is nothing new. 

The door sits cracked open, and with a hesitant smile, you step close and rap gently next to the plaque that reads ‘Dr. Alan Grant’. “Hello, Prof.” 

Seated at his desk, he’s unsurprisingly absorbed in work. An open book rests on his left, fingers skimming over an intricate, skeletal diagram as he writes notes on a worn, yellow legal pad with his right hand. His eyes dart up to you with a sharp, almost accusatory glare before his brain catches up to the sudden interruption. He offers an oddly relieved, closed-mouth smile in greeting as he glances up at you with those perpetually tired eyes. “You don’t have to call me that anymore. Especially now that I’m not…”    

“I know.” A blush takes over your cheeks as you step into his office. “But not calling you that makes everything feel so… over.” 

“But it is over, isn’t it?” He fixes you with a knowing look as he leans back in his chair. “I respect your decision, you know - and I would have no matter when you decided to tell me. The acronym may not roll off the tongue like UM, but it’s a fine institution in New Mexico.”

You nod slowly, feeling your mouth go dry. Your heart hammers against your ribs, and goodness, how much do you dare say? “I just… well, it… honestly,” you say, voice tight. “It kinda feels like a betrayal, you know? I’ve been here for nine years, after all… and I could have finished it all here, but I’m not…” 

His perceptive gaze pins you in place. “Don’t start doubting yourself now. You’ve already made it this far, and just because you’ve chosen to go somewhere different is no reason to change that.” He offers an encouraging nod. “I have full confidence that you’ll do well in New Mexico.” 

Your mouth curves with a flattered grin before you can stop it. Even though the rational part of your mind knows that he’s only speaking as your former academic mentor, your heart still flutters from his approving praise. “Thanks,” you say softly. “That’s… well, I’m looking forward to it.” 

Again he nods, though this time the motion is sharper and more to the point. “How long until you move down there?” 

The light patter of rain starts against the window pane, drawing your attention as it distorts the campus lights and car headlights. Blinking away from the window and back to him, you wet your top lip. “Another week, at least. Still waiting to hear from the apartment complex that the renovations to my unit are finished.” 

He turns sharply away from the window, closing his eyes for the space of a breath before summoning a weak smile. “Sounds like you still have some time left to enjoy what Missoula has to offer without the burden of academic work.” 

A fond smile warms your face as you glance around his office. “Honestly? I think I’ll miss this place the most. And these halls, your lab…” You pivot and turn your head to glance at the world map spanning the wall opposite his desk. “Actually, I think I’m the most sad to leave this behind. It’s been so fascinating - and rewarding! - to see this world stage of discovery take shape.” A soft laugh crosses your lips as an idea dawns. “Maybe you’ll have to take pictures and mail them to me - along with letters to expla-” 

Your words stop as you turn back to face him, freezing with immediate concern. His bowed head still faces away from the window and his right hand now rests against his temple, as if shielding his vision. He winces in distress and his shoulders shake from shallow, rapid breaths. The sight of him takes you back to that horrific storm at the dig site and the crippling panic attack that seized you. 

Your gaze darts over his right shoulder, trying to figure out what could have triggered it. Nothing looks out of the ordinary among the books and papers that line the table situated beneath the wide window - in fact, the only thing changing is the flash of headlights in the falling rain as they shine through the water-streaked glass. 

… Is that the cause? But why would he possibly have a triggering fear of moving lights at night in the rain? Working an uncertain swallow down your throat, you step closer towards his desk. “Dr. Grant?” 

He shakes his head with a deliberate motion as he squeezes his eyes shut. You cast another gaze towards the window, watching flashes of distorted and changing light shine through the water-streaked glass. With quiet steps, you walk around behind him, trying to put yourself between him and the window. “Dr. Grant?” You try again, concern increasing as he draws another shuddering breath. Your heart lodges in your throat as you reach out, daring to rest a hand against his shoulder. “... Alan?” 

Whether it's your touch or the use of his first name, he stiffens before drawing a sharp inhale. “You don’t - y-you shouldn’t…” His voice is thready as he offers a weak shake of his head. “I’m sorry… really, you shouldn’t…” 

You try to think back to his words that day in the driving storm. He’d been so calm, so in control - he knew exactly what to do by removing you from that situation. Well, maybe that’s exactly what he needs now. “Come on.” You say, gently squeezing his shoulder. “Let’s call it a night, okay? Surely, this can wait till the morning, yeah?” 

Despite the troubled expression on his face, shame flashes in his slate eyes as he glances reluctantly down at his desktop. With a slow nod, he silently concedes your point, and you give his shoulder another gentle squeeze before trying not to overthink it and letting go. 

His body heat lingers on your skin for longer than you should admit, though Long enough for you to coax him out of his chair, for him to grab his briefcase with an unsteady hand, and for you to turn off his office lights behind him. At least his breathing settles out as you walk alongside him down the mostly windowless hallway. The glossy look in his eyes still makes him look miles away - perhaps it’s shock, perhaps it’s embarrassment. You can’t even recall the flood of emotions that followed in the wake of your own panic attack, so it’s not worth pressing him with any questions. 

“Is that what it was like?” His voice carries softly as you descend the stairs together. “That day with the storm? When the memories just… overwhelm you?” 

Your throat tightens as you nod gently. “Yeah… something like that.” 

He nods numbly, sighing deeply. “That… I don’t know what happened - that’s never…” 

“It’s okay.” You say quietly, following him through the stairwell double doors out into the ground floor hallway. “You don’t have to explain it to me. But, uh, I found that a warm shower helps, though. That, and… well, you can’t go wrong with a stiff drink.” 

He turns towards you, weary exhaustion in every line of his face as he starts to come back to himself and offers you a wry smile. “And here I thought that I was supposed to be the mentor…” 

A fond smile teases your face in return as you both push out into the rainy night, standing underneath the building awning. “Which way is your car? Or, er….” You trail off, nibbling your bottom lip uneasily. “Or will that… I don’t want you to have a repeat experience while driving…” 

He shakes his head slowly. “I live close enough that I walk to campus.” 

Your eyebrows raise as you speak without thinking. “Well, you certainly shouldn’t walk home in this weather - if you catch your death or get hit by a car, I don’t think the dean would ever forgive me.” 

A bright headlight flashes across the building’s facade, and he winces, turning away. With his eyes closed, he shakes his head. “You don’t need to coddle me.” 

“It’s not coddling,” you say with an increasingly firm edge, still remembering how he took charge that day in the storm. “You’re not allowed to completely run yourself into the ground - no matter how stubborn you are.” In the yellow glow of the building’s exterior lights, you reach out for his upper arm. “Come one - I’ll give you a lift, and then… you can sit in the dark with no more flashing lights.” 

Surprisingly, he offers no protest as you lead him out into the rainy night. Maybe it’s a testament to how troubled he truly is as he folds into the passenger seat with minimal effort, and you take the driver’s seat. He tips his head back against the headrest, eyes tightly shut. You don’t ask him for anything other than directions, and within five minutes, you’re pulling into the driveway of a well-kept craftsman bungalow with a neatly trimmed yard. For as much time as he spends away at various dig sites, you honestly aren’t sure what you expected his home to look like but this forest green home with white trim looks so cozy and surprisingly homey. 

Raindrops plink off the car’s exterior as he dares to crack an eye open. A strange look of relief softens his face when he glimpses the steadying presence of his house, and he glances at you with uncharacteristic hesitance. “Since you’ve driven all this way,” he says softly with a teasing edge before his tone turns genuine. “And you mentioned a stiff drink earlier… how about it?” He sighs heavily, the muscles of his throat working around a swallow in the shadowed night lights. “One for the road, as the saying goes…” 

Your heart leaps in your chest at the implications. Officially, there’s no more academic boundaries between you and him, and even ethically… well - you’re getting ahead of yourself. He looks more like a man who just doesn't want to be alone, and there’s a big difference between sharing a nightcap in sociable companionship and… something else. 

 Slowly, you nod as the corner of your mouth lifts. “Alright. One for the road.” 

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#sam neill #jurassic park #alan grant #alan grant x reader #alan grant x you #classic jurassic park #dr. alan grant #sam neill x you #sam neill x reader

[deancaspinefest]

Maybe Next Time

Author: bexgowen | Artist: DeanCodedCasNB Posting on Friday March 17

Dean Winchester agreed to sing at his ex-girlfriend’s wedding for the sole purpose of getting revenge on her for cheating on him. He never expected that he would meet anyone, let alone a man with beautiful blue eyes that Dean can't stop thinking about. Castiel Novak agreed to attend his colleague’s wedding solely for the networking opportunities. He never expected that he would be instantly captivated by the beautiful singer of the wedding band. Despite being inexplicably drawn together, every time they run into each other they’re interrupted by Dean’s phone. Or Dean’s ex. If she even is his ex. Maybe next time they meet, Dean and Castiel will finally overcome the obstacles that the universe keeps throwing in their path, and find the happiness they didn’t even know they were looking for. 

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

“Holy shit,” Meg whispered. “What happened? Was there a fight? Please tell me someone threw a punch.” Castiel shook his head. “Dean got a drink thrown in his face and beat a hasty retreat.” He realized his error when Meg sat back, one eyebrow raised in surprise. “Dean, huh?” Castiel could feel his cheeks start to heat, and he took a hasty sip of his coffee to buy himself some time. “Oh, no,” Meg said, reaching out and snatching the coffee out of Castiel’s hands, holding it out of his reach. “You don’t get to drop a bombshell like that and then go silent. I thought I was just getting the deets about what went down at the wedding, now you’re telling me you met someone?” Castiel glared at Meg until she relented and handed back the cup. “I may have gone looking for him after he left the reception,” Castiel admitted, fiddling with the cardboard sleeve around the cup. “Uh huh,” Meg said. “Tell me more.” He flicked his eyes up to meet Meg’s. “There’s nothing much to tell. I found him outside, bummed a cigarette off him—” “—those things’ll kill you, Clarence,” Meg interjected. “And who was it that got me hooked on them in the first place?” Castiel shot back. Meg shrugged. “Details. Go on,” she waved a hand impatiently. Castiel shook his head. “That was it. We smoked together for a few minutes, he got a phone call and then he left.” “Did you get his number?” Meg asked, and Castiel shook his head. “That’s okay,” Meg said, picking up her phone again. “You get a last name?” “Winchester. What are you doing?” he asked when Meg’s fingers started flying over the screen of her phone. “Looking up ‘Dean Winchester band Kansas,’ she said distractedly. “Bingo!” She turned her phone around so Castiel could see the screen. “This him?” Castiel peered at the screen. Meg had pulled up a website for a band called ‘Headley Grange’ and on the front page was a professional looking photo of the band, Dean front and center. “Yes,” Cas said, amazed that Meg had found him so quickly and easily. “How did you—” “We really need to get you into the 21st century,” Meg said absently, swiping at her phone. “Damn. The wedding singer is hot. Nice work, Clarence,” she said approvingly. “There was no work,” Castiel began. “We just—” “Cas.” Castiel stopped talking. Things were getting serious when Meg used his name. “You haven’t so much as looked at a guy since Benjamin,” she said in a gentle voice. “Ah,” she said, holding up a hand to forestall Castiel’s protest. “I’m not blaming you. The guy was a dick, and he really did a number on you. It’s just… been a while. And now not only did you see a guy and follow him just so you could spend time with him, you’re voluntarily telling me about him?” Meg’s expression was sympathetic. “This is big.”

 [continue reading on Ao3 on Friday March 17]

Modern AU, Singer!Dean, Miscommunication  Author: bexgowen | Artist: PetraAmia

#Destiel Fic #Destiel Art #Destiel Fanworks #DeanCas Fic #DeanCas Art #DeanCas Fanworks #Pinefest Previews #2023 Dean/Cas Pinefest #Author: bexgowen #Artist: DeanCodedCasNB #Modern AU #Singer!Dean #miscommunication

[thecrimsondandelion]

how about::: reddie in a secretly dating type situation at a party with the other losers. they’re drunk and keep wandering off together and they keep coming back looking more and more disheveled while simultaneously trying to keep up the act that they’re not dating (because they know their friends will give them shit for at least a solid month because it took them so long to get their shit together) until someone walks in on them like making out or fucking or something in a closet/bathroom/wherever.

It’s 4:30am so this might be incoherent and stuff but!!!! Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!

I especially love this as middle aged, post-it reddie

They’re two grown ass men, and they’re in a secret relationship bc

1. They think they deserve to have that spicy, exhilarating part that they never got growing up/even in their adult years

2. It’s new and they’re both kinda scared, and they just have to ease their way into eventually telling the losers and then eventually the world

So yeah, the losers all gathered for whatever reason, and they keep sneaking off thinking of excuses like “oh I need another drink” “me too!!!” And they’re just making out every time they can get away. Richie at some point has buttons done up wrong, his hair is sticking out

Stan puts it together before anybody else, Stan is doing a The Office stare into the camera in his own head, bc they’re not subtle. At all. And his idiot best friends still haven’t caught on apparently. Eddie has a hickey that’s Just visible at his collar, and Richie is giving him heated looks when he thinks nobody is looking

But it’s been going on for Months. Bill let’s himself into Richie’s place one day and Eddie had to hide in a closet (cue Richie making endless In The Closet jokes later) for like 45 minutes while Bill rambles about a book plot, and Richie can’t get him to just fuck off. But also the two of them trying to fuck with the other when they Losers all go out for dinner or something, Richie will squeeze Eddie’s thigh, or pinch his ass when nobody is watching. Mutter filthy things in his ear to rile Eddie up. Meanwhile Eddie will say sappy shit bc that’s what gets Richie going/all flustered and goofily happy, like he just has to whisper “you’re funny” or “you’re hot” or “i love you” especially, and Richie is a puddle on the floor. And they probably are ready to come clean to their friends but again!!!!!! The exhilaration of it!!

They’re just as happy ofc when they’re public. But they probably have a lot of fun with the secret side of it

But they’ve lost track of time at a party, and they’re in one of Benverlys expensive, lush bathrooms. Richie’s got Eddie lifted onto the counter, Eddie’s got a hand snakes up Richie’s shirt. And then like Bev walks in and is scandalised, she’s fucking delighted bc she’s won a bet against whichever Losers, but also she’s pissed they kept it a secret so long. But ALSO she’s so fucking glad they finally got their shit together after so fucking long

She’s alerted the others from her squeal of delight/“holy shit” moment,

And Eddie rolls his eyes and gently gives Richie a mostly fake shove, “you didn’t think to lock the fucking door?”

“I had more important things on my mind!”

They’re even more obnoxious after the Losers know about them

#thank you for the ask!!!! #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #richie x eddie #it 2019 #losers club

[kagejima]

Oh-kay so I just spent the last however much time catchin up on your blog from the last week and a half —cause I usually have your post notifs on but I’ve been not on here in a minute.

BUT all this to say that I’m thinkin bout some nsfw Ushi things and since Wakatoshi Wednesday is upon us I thought I’d share with ya

—so I guarantee it’s been though of before but it’s fine lmao

Wakatoshi who doesn’t really acknowledge the size difference between you at first, because most everyone’s smaller than him so yeah of course his new partner is smaller that’s not abnormal

Wakatoshi who doesn’t pay attention until Tendou meets his partner for the first time and makes some comment like “they’re so small compared to you!” and “jeez that’s quite the size difference” and “you’re careful with them right?” in a teasing tone as he’s wagging his eyebrows “knowingly”

Now it’s “knowingly” in quotations because y’all haven’t done anything yet because Ushijima is respectful and the relationship is still on the newer side

But Ushijima is slowly becoming more aware of how much smaller you are than him—he thinks it’s … cute? Thinks you’re adorable

And when he finally decides to put you between him and a flat surface, caging you against the wall, with Tendou’s words hot in the back of his mind he realizes just how small you are. Just how much he towers over you and how much bigger he is.

Ushijima who can lift you off the ground like its nothing, like you weigh nothing. Who can twist your body to his liking and have you hovering over his cock that you think won’t fit. Because you’ve been aware of how much bigger he is than you.

Ushijima who encourages you with soft kisses and praises calling you his “pretty baby” and “you’ll be good for me right?” but still pauses and checks in with “you okay baby?” and “it’s okay if you want to stop” as he splits you open on his cock.

Ushijima who can’t help but get even harder as you whine about how big he is inside of you. Who can’t help but feel pride swell in his chest when you complain about being “so full” and he’s not even bottomed out.

Ushijima who watches as your eyes glaze over and jaw goes slack when he does bottom out.

Ushijima who realizes maybe he has a thing for how small you are compared to him. Who uses you like his personal fleshlight, bouncing you up and down on his cock as he praises you “how cute you look taking all of me” “look so small in my arms baby” “look so adorable all stretched out around me” “so pretty when you cum for me, do it again baby?”

Ushijima who fucks you until your whole body goes limp and you can’t do anything but babble his name and about how big he is.

Ushijima who now, every time he’s reminded of how much smaller you are than him, has to refrain from picking you up and manhandling you into whatever position he deems fit at the moment to have you babbling about him all over again.

…anyways. THAT WAS WAY LONGER THAN I MEANT— it’s 2245 for me…I need to go to sleep smh

Hope you have a good day !! <33

KAZE!!!! KAZE???!!!?!??! KAZE!!!!!!!!!

KAZE, HELLO????? HELLO???????????

im sendING YOU MY FUNERAL BILLS BC THIS TOOK ME OUT.

MY SIZE KINK JUST GOT FED SO WELL ohmyFUCKINGGOD!!!!!!!!

YOU GOTTA COME TALK TO ME MORE OFTEN, OHMYFUCKING GOD!!!!!!! MY BRAIN IS BROKEN HOLY FUCKING SHIT nobody look at me right now i am exPERIENCING

also my apologies for having notifications for me and expecting quality stories and its just text post goblin nonsense LMAOOO NFJSNFNSN 🙇🏻‍���️🙇🏻‍♀️ also when did tumblr start doing that, i gotta start doing that for moots!!!!!!!

#🎶: here comes the queue #ushijima smut #😠: rae's wakatoshi wednesdays #rae's wakatoshi wednesday august 3 2022

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

Cleaning Day (MK/reader)

A/N: AGH- holy shit it’s been a hot minute since I posted on here 🧍🏽ANYWAYS if you read this- hi- lol I am a huge MK simp (along with Red Son and Mei but besides the point) and noticed there is a lack of fanfic for the traffic light trio! so i decided that needed to change, and that i would help be the change lol. On the same topic- WHY ARE THERE SO LITTLE FANFICS OF THEM??? LIKE I UNDERSTAND THE MONKEYS ARE HOT?? BUT YALL ARE MISSING THE LITERAL MC AND THEIR BESTIES- anyways enjoy the read-

warnings: none :D just pure domestic fluff (Repost from my ao3 lol)

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You woke up to the warmth of another body with their arms wrapped around your torso. Blinking away the sleepiness from your eyes, you look down and see a head of messy brown hair that belonged to your boyfriend, MK. Slightly confused as to why he was still home, you suddenly remembered. Today was the rare occasion where MK had all day off. No training with the Monkey King, and no deliveries to make as Pisgy and Tang were spending the day together. Today would be a completely free day, just the two of you, unless Mei decided to drop by and hangout. Letting your mind drift, you begin to think of things to do.

Only to stop at the grumbling of your stomach. You decide that maybe you should eat before you do anything. Shuffling yourself from MK’s tight grip and replacing your body with a pillow, you leave the room and head to the small kitchen. Looking in the fridge you see the correct ingredients to make (favorite breakfast dish). Taking out what you need, you then get to work.

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Mk wakes to a wonderful smell and a grumbling stomach. They are not quite awake but do get up and follow the smell. Which eventually lead him to the kitchen, where you are cooking. He walks behind you and wraps his arms around you, placing his head on your (shoulder/back). You laugh softly, feeling your boyfriend behind you.

“Good morning sleepy head.” You say as you begin to finish up. He hums back in response as to not leave you hanging.

“Thought you weren’t gonna wake up til a little later?”

“Smelled food.” He sleepily replied.

“Well food is almost done, so go sit down and I’ll prepare you a (plate/bowl).”

They nod, give you a quick kiss on your (cheek/neck) and go to the table.

You prepare MK’s and your own (plate/bowl) and leave to sit at the dining table. Giving MK his food, the two of you dig in, eating in a comfortable silence.

Eventually, you both finish your meal. MK, who is now awake after eating, thanks you for the meal and goes to shower. While he showers you decide on what you two were gonna do for the day. You break out the speaker, connect your phone and shuffle your playlist. MK leaves the bathroom, now freshly showered and ready to start the day.

“Soooo…” He starts, “What are we gonna do on our day off? Play games all day? Go to the arcade? Have a date?” His questions come so fast that you cant help but laugh at your hyperactive boyfriend.

“We’re gonna clean.” You say as you head into the kitchen to start the dishes that have been piling up.

“Oh ok cool cool cool.” He says not fully registering what you said. “WAIT- CLEAN? BUT WHY?”

“Babe, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the clothes all over the house?”

“It’s only a few clothes here and there.”

“There are three piles in our bedroom alone.”

“See? Here and there.”

“There dishes in the living room and in the bed room.”

“I was eventually gonna put those back.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Baby by the time we get to your ‘eventually’ we would already be in our 50’s.”

“Still would of been done.”

His response makes you laugh a little harder, and shake your head.

“Still doesn’t change that we are cleaning today.”

You see him deflate a bit, until he perks up a bit. You know he is gonna try to change your mind. He not so sneakily crept up towards you and rested his face in the palm of his hands.

“What if I made clones to clean for us? While we go out they clean! Its a perfect plan!” He states excitedly. Rolling your eyes you grab some bubbles from the soap, and place them on his nose. You chuckle at his face and reply,

“Baby I don’t think you remember that the last time you made clones and gave them a task, they went crazy. No, I love you, but they would destroy the place and probably pigsy’s restaurant.”

He visibly deflates more, realizing that you were right, and that he would have to clean. With a heavy sigh, they go to the living room to begin cleaning.

“If it makes you feel better I will let you be in charge of the cleaning music.” You say, in a small attempt to cheer them up. It works because next thing you know, they are walking with a small pep in their step. You smile as you put the last dish to dry on the rack and turn to finish up the kitchen. Today was going to be a fun cleaning day.

#lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid #lmk mk #lmk mk x reader #lmk tang x pisgy (mentioned) #domestic fluff #pre-season 3 #non-traumatized mk #kinda set around S1 #Mk uses he/they pronouns #poc friendly #height friendly too #mk hates cleaning #repost #☾adoniswrites

[nimbus-cloud-90]

Forgot about this for a hot minute.

Chapter Thirteen:

Percy Jackson Knockoff.

“Oh for fucks sake, look I already bought some cookies, now can you leave me alone so I can brood in peace?”

“Actually we’re here to negotiate the whole death thing.” Nile said for me while I was trying to find the strength to move my jaw. It got silent after that, and then everyone in the room laughed.

How dare they?!

He did so well!

Death sighed and said, “Sorry boys, but I haven’t heard negotiate before. I’ve heard, ‘I’m going to kill you’ and ‘You should step down and retire from your post’. I have never heard negotiate, but aren’t you a sweet boy? You know what, fine, I’ll humor you.” Death said and walked toward us. He clapped his hands and a bunch of skeletons brought a jeweled table and some rolly chairs, “Alright so, what’s your argument?” Death said as he sat down.

“Well, you not killing anyone is causing problems in the overworld.” I’m so glad Nile is with me, my sweet boy.

“I can see that, that’s why there’s no more deaths from now on!”

“But why?”

Death sighed, “Because I’m tired of being criticized instead of praised for the work I do. Humans praise the circle of life and all that, but when it comes to embracing death with open arms and hearts, that’s nowhere to be found. Humans don’t want to die and are in fact terrified of it. I should know I was afraid of that once too, but I eventually saw that death is just as crucial as life itself. And I came to embrace that fact early on in my life. I want to be appreciated for the work some gods are just too squeamish to do. I understand how the process should work and I’m tired of pretending that we as gods shouldn’t exist.” Then Death sighed after the speech that sounded like he’s been rehearsing to use that line for years, “Now boy, why do you think I should kill people again?”

It took Nile a while to answer, “Because everyone is miserable without it.” There’s another pause as Nile taps his fingers lightly on the table, “Beause there’s no such thing as living a full life without it. Because a lot of jobs consist on the death of things. Because I refuse to let ghostly beings that don’t want to be tied a world they don’t want to belong in. I want people to die and make the choice of wheher they go peacefully for cling onto whatever this world has to offer them! I REFUSE TO LET THEM SUFFER ON MY WATCH!” Nile said, getting angrier and more electrifying by the sentence.

So Nile can control electricity okay.

Oh gods Nile can control electricity…..

Even Death looked surprised by his outburst, “Shit kid, you’ve got guts coming into a god’s home and demanding that.”

Nile seemed to snap out of whatever that was and mumbled a ‘Sorry!’

Holy shit, I feel things about that…..

“No, no, no. don’t get me wrong, I like that spunk, haven’t gotten treated like a mortal being in millennia.”

“So, you’ll fix this?” I asked for Nile while he recovered from his outburst.

“I didn’t say that now did I? Although, I might be able to heed your request if you do me a favor…” Death trailed off at the end of that sentence.

Fuck not this again.

“What do you want me to do?” Nile said, not aware of the trouble he’s putting himself through.

“Well I’m glad you asked kid!” Death said and clapped his hands as skeletons brought him an old slide show projector, set it up, and turned it on, “Now, what do you see here?”

“A person.”

“Yes, but what you might not know about this person is that, she has nuclear weapons!”

“Oh boy.”

“Yep, and being the goddess of luck is going to do a lot of good for her, not everyone else."

“Who does she plan on using it on?” I asked.

“Who do you think, the gods dumbass.”

“Hey I wasn’t asking you!” I whispered.

“Anyway, she’s going to try and come in here and kill us all, and to be fair, she won’t kill anybody but it’ll hurt like hell! And she’ll probably destory important buildings in the process and that’s not what we want.”

“Is that why—”

“I’ve been putting off turning on the Death switch, yep.”

“I was going to say why it’s so cold in here, you know nuclear winter?” There was a long pause.

“Kid, you’re lucky you’re strong as shit.” Death said and leaned back in his chair.

“So, how do you want me to stop her?”

“Oh, that is entirely up to you kiddo! With words, violence, or words and violence, it’s your call on how to stop her.”

“Okay, well, you’ll keep up your end of the bargain right?” Nile said and raised an eyebrow.

“I swear on my brother’s grave.” He said and held out his hand, Nile took it and the deal was made.

“You now have the ability to travel to all afterlives, summon ghosts from ouija boards, request help from skeletons, and I mean request they are employees not slaves, and see ghosts, or if you can already see them, see them better than you originally had.”

“Gee thanks Mr. Death!”

“No problem kid, have fun!” Death said as we walked out.

Wait if Nile got special powers did I get any?

“You don’t go insane when you eat the flowers.”

“You know what, I’ll take it.”

“You better you Percy Jackson knockoff.”

#some writing #pls humor me #pls read

[loubouskz]

lee know fic WIP

a/n: HELLO EVERYONE! sorry I haven't posted anything in a hot minute. I like to write/type on my laptop and I lost it in my messy ass room.😅 but I found it so I'm writing again! here is my wip of my lino fic that I'm working on. this is one(1) of three(3) things I'm working on. the other 2 are my part 2's to the 3racha fic and hyunjin fic. most likely 3racha will be posted before this one and the hyunjin fic are done. ANYWHO! I hope you enjoy this little part, I would love your comments on it and I hope you have a good rest of your day!🤧💕

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I woke up to my head pounding, alarms going off, and smoke clouding my vision. I squinted my eyes to try to find my brother. no sign of him, just lower ranked comrades running back and forth trying to get everyone to safety. my back against the wall as I sat on the floor. another boom shook the ship. shit. I carefully got up without falling and ran down the hall to the main floor. fire coming from the top and bottom north deck. watching the doors close as people were still running trying to make it through. I couldn’t bare the slight nor did I have time to help. the closing of the doors and flashing yellow lights meant that my brother was ejecting that part of the ship.

I made my way to the blue door that was to my left, the one that goes straight to the captain’s chair, and scanned my ID, praying to the gods it would work. no sound came through, but the green light popped signaling the door could be opened.

“thank you gods.” I said, opening the door and running the long path. please let everyone be there. I turned right and pushed the door swaying doors open, making everyone in the room turn their head. jisung was the first one to get to me.

“y/n, thank the gods your okay.” he said, pulling me in a quick hug. I wanted to cry right then and there, but I held them back. everyone was here, had some open cuts but okay none the less.

“what’s going on?” I asked as jisung and I made our way to the table in the center of the room.

“the overlord defense force, as known as the odf, attacked us on the north wing, destroying both upper and bottom decks. I made the call to close the areas off and depart them from the ship.” changbin said, pulling up the 3d hologram outline of the ship on the table. changbin pushed a button to show a map of the outside area.

“they have hit us 4 times, but haven’t tried again yet. it doesn’t look like they’re waiting for us to shoot and they’re not sending a spacecraft this way. it’s odd. I don’t want to turn the ship’s guns away from them in case they do start up again.” he said, pointing everything out. zooming in on certain areas.

“I could take them with ease with just a simple sneak into the ship.” seungmin said, pulling the gun out of his pocket. jisung rolled his eyes, “yes, but it’s still a suicide mission none the less.” jisung said. I noticed a small beeping light on the right blind spot of the odf.

“what’s that?” I asked pointing to it. changbin rotated the screen and clicked the dot. “I don’t know, there’s no info about this craft. I sent them a message to state who they are but they haven’t answered.” changbin said, narrowing his eyes.

I walked over to the big window and looked out to try to see it.

nothing was beside the big white odf spaceship, until I took a closer look. there were pixel-like boxes dancing in open space. that’s wasn’t normal.

“guys, come look!” I yelled, not taking my eyes off it. “what are you looking at?” felix asked, following my eyes. “I. I don’t know, but something is there.” I said, pointing straight at it. “don’t see anything y/n.” changbin said, rubbing his forehead.

just as changbin was about to turn away, a big shot sounded off. fire and a big open hole enter the side of the odf, making it pushed back in space and all the lights going off.

“holy shit, where did that come from?” seungmin asked, looking out with his hands to the glass.

“whatever is out there just saved our asses I think.” I stated, looking back at him.

I watched as the pixelated boxes get closer and closer to us.

“oh fuck I see it!” jisung nearly screamed. “sung, calm down a little.” felix said, placing a hand to his shoulder. we all watched in awe as it came closer. “what the hell is that?” seungmin said, leaning into the glass.

soon the small little pixels turned into one giant pixel right in front of our window. we all jumped as a call started coming through. changbin made his way back to the table and answered the call.

“you look to be in some need of help my friends.” a new voice came through. felix jumped as he heard the aussie accent hit his ears.

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[dealtersorcerer]

I realized I haven’t posted anything about Survivor’s Playground in a hot minute (since chapter 6 holy shit) so here’s chapter 7!! Up to chapter 13 is posted so if you wanted an apocalypse sbi/benchtrio/sweater duo fic to read here you go :)

Start it from the beginning!

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#5

Ohhhhh my god I’m genuinely so sick of people saying “the eng translations are so bad!!!!!” Yes theres issues but you can still. Fucking read the unofficial translations. The games more accessible now and Thats a win since not everyone can download Qooapp or whatever it’s called or change their Apple ID! You can. Still enjoy the game.

Bonus I fucking love the jokes and updated shit this is great. #Hornton for the win it’s so stupid

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#3

those screenshots were fake you can check Misha's twitter for proof

Anon this is by far the best message I’ve gotten in my inbox. Thank you.

So looking on Twitter it just seems that someone donated an NFT in his name instead of like, him creating them himself. It’s out of his control, but also oh my god.

AGAIN I APOLOGIZE FOR SPREADING MISINFORMATION IT WAS LIKE MIDNIGHT AND I DIDNT BOTHER TO CHECK. LMAO.

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#2

hi!!!! i've almost never talked to someone on tumblr but i saw your raistlin post and i think its cool because im in the dragonlance fandom and i've never seen anyone else in it

Hello Anon!! I’ve legit been into dragonlance since ~2019 I just haven’t posted actively in a hot minute. Once the new module drops I will be so annoying.

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My #1 post of 2022

Love these guys so much. Turrets always make me smile I will love these guys eternally.

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[casualfruit]

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#holy shit I am not okay #like I’m safe and all #but I haven’t started shaking from anxiety in so long #and I had a whole meltdown the other week #not to mention I haven’t gone to bed before 3 in a Hot Minute #and I’ve started sleeping in til like 1pm #which I never used to do #my medications aren’t working #I can’t do anything important until it’s already too late #I’m so tense that idk how long it’s gonna take for me to fall asleep tonight #however I think I finally realized why I’ve been going to bed so late #because I’m pushing off tomorrow for as long as I can #and I finally found a good analogy for how I’ve been feeling #which for me is crucial to understanding the source of my anxiety #might make a post about that on its own #whatever #I should go to bed #I’m finally home so I can sleep on queen sized memory foam mattress #which after the dorm beds is like heaven #idk I’m so fucking tired and so anxious #I want to sleep so badly but I don’t know how long it’s going to take cause my insomnia has come back with a vengeance #and my new nighttime meds were supposed to make me sleepy! so why the fuck! #I know I failed at least one class #god help me with the others #I’m just. so Tired. of everything #always bad news all the time #and my roommate being in constant drama cause she keeps making friends with shitty people #not to mention the tension with my suite mates #I’ve just been stewing in a crock of shit for like 4 months #and it’s really catching up with me

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The public didn’t know that some of the pictures that are posted of Harry that are tagged and credited to the on tour photographers were actually taken by his wife.

For example, after Chicago, the picture of Harry in the tub - completely bare and worn down from his show, you actually think the photographer took that?

No, that was snapped with YN’s iPhone, like some of the other pictures he’s posted.

Just like the one where he’s asleep on the hotel bed in a robe in Paris with all of his stuff splayed around him - allegedly taken by helene. ***

But no, it had been his wife, they had just taken a shower together and she had stayed in for a bit longer to shave her legs - when she had come out and seen him passed out.

She had to tug a bit at the robe so he wasn’t exposed and make it x-rated, then she pulled out her phone and snapped the picture - sending it to Jeff with a teasing caption.

yn: It’s exhausting being a popstar

And just like that, it appears on his Instagram for fans to go crazy over.

Or what about the snapshot of his tank that had his famous slogan embroidered into the side of the white fabric. ***

His wedding band reflecting in the flash of the light, a subtle glance at his rippled muscle below the attire as they work on his hair.

“Mm, I’m gonna save this for a lonely night,” YN jokes as she tucks her phone away.

Harry’s hand comes to cup her jaw, looking down at her where she’s sat on the floor, “Y’so fuckin’ pretty, y’know that?”

YN’s eyelids flutter a bit as she glances away from his intense gazes - he still gives her butterflies.

“Don’t get shy on me, baby. Can I not tell m’wife how gorgeous she is?” He asks, bring her hand up to kiss the back of it, “Look s’good with tha’ ring on.”

And the one that made fans go crazy.

On a warm evening, in a hotel room between venues in Italy, where they had been lounging around all day.

YN in just a thin gauzy dress that accentuated the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra and Harry just in the trousers he’d worn to get them coffee earlier that morning.

“You just took a picture of me! It’s my turn,” YN giggles, getting on her knees on the old squeaky couch and snatching the camera off of him.

“I took a picture because y’tits look nice in tha’ dress. I can see y’nipples and it’s turnin’ me on,” Harry defends, holding up his book as she snaps it.

“H, c’mon,” She pouts but squeaks when Harry tugs her into him, dropping the book and the camera as he adjusts her on his lap.

“Gonna let me take a picture of y’all nice and fucked out, darling?” He rasps, ignoring her pout and hiking her dress up her hips.

And it’s happened throughout the years, so many pictures that were littered over the internet where just uncredited snapshots from YN.

Just like the one from 2013, they were on tour, and Harry was supposed to be recording for the next album after soundcheck and before the concert. ***

Instead, after soundcheck, Harry and YN had snuck off to a little meadow and lake to have a swim. He had shimmied down to his briefs and waded in.

YN stood back, snapping a picture of him and his friend as the complained about how freezing cold it was.

“Baby, c’mon. Come get in!” Harry had shouted back to his girlfriend on the dry land, “I need some warmth, s’freezing!”

YN grimaces, just in Harry’s shirt and a pair of yoga shorts, dipping her toe in and shaking her head - “I’ll enjoy from here!”

“Please, bug,” He pouts, motioning for her to come in.

She does after a moment, squealing at the temperature before quickly finding her way into Harry’s arms.

“Only have fun on tour when y’with me,” He had murmured into her ear before he dunked her underwater and they play fought until their stomachs hurt from laughing.

And then came the notorious picture that had gotten a million likes in thirteen minutes, oh, the chicago ice bath.

Harry had been achey since tour had begun, constantly complaining about his back and ankles from the shows.

“Baby, just rub m’back a lil’ longer please?” He had whimpered the night before, the tour bus bed did not help him much at all.

When his trainer had recommended an ice bath immediately after the show - YN had made sure to arrange it despite his protests.

After exiting the stage in his black and lilac outfit, he’d been lured into the bathroom with a promise of sex but instead was a steel tub filled with ice water.

Jeff, Lambert, Tommy - everyone was watching on in amusement as he adamantly tried to deny that it would help and the peer pressure wasn’t make him anymore convinced.

“Alright, everyone out,” YN had finally tittered, shooing out the circus before closing the door for privacy.

She helps strip her husband out of his close as he looks at her reproachfully, “You promised me sex.”

“After,” YN assures him, kissing his puffy lips and asking softly, “Just try it, if it doesn’t work - you don’t have to do it again.”

He grumbles a bit, muttering, “Don’t look at m’bits, they’re gonna shrivel up.”

YN giggles, “As if I haven’t seen your bits in every shape and form.”

As he slips in, YN has to snap a picture of his eyes wide and lips pursed at the shock of the freezing water cooling down his hot, sticky skin.

“Holy fucking shit,” Harry hisses, lowering self until he’s sat - his nipples instantly hardening and he’s breathing roughly out of his nose.

“Five minutes, I’ll set the timer,” YN says, setting it on her phone before sitting down next to the tub as he tries to relax.

“Baby, fuck. Reminds me of that really cold lake in Boston, ‘member?” He squeezes his eyes shut and reaches until YN intertwines their hands.

“Yeah, that wasn’t as cold as that one time you convince me to skinny dip with you on the coast of france.”

“Oh yeah, that one was really fucking cold too,” Harry murmurs, keeping his eyes closed and steadying his breathing.

(During WWA tour - ***)

“Harry, are you insane? Anyone could see us? Paul could walk out or the boys. I’m not-“

She’s cut off when Harry shucks off his swimsuit bottoms, his skin’s glowing in the moonlight and the light waves lapping at the shore are soothing.

YN swallows harshly, tries not to stare at how handsome and overwhelming beautiful he is as he turns to step towards the water.

She looks over her shoulder nervously before stepping out of her one-piece, he waits for her at the shoreline.

“Y’so so stunnin’,” Harry tells her, thumbing at the soft curve of her breast and leaning in for a soft kiss when he feed her shake.

“You could have anyone,” YN whispers against his lips, “Every girl on this earth wants you like this. I’m just some girl from before all this,” she motions to the extravagant bungalow they’re staying at.

“I don’t know why y’think tha’s bad. I want t’experience all this with you, m’first love and m’only love. I’m going to marry y’soon, you know tha’?” He replies, lips tracing the curve of her neck.

“You better,” She giggles, hands going to his shoulder as he sucks a mark into the thin skin.

He pulls back with a frown, “M’not jokin’, I don’t care that we’re young - M’gonna do it.”

“I can’t wait,” YN kisses his jutted out lip, squealing when he tugs her into the water and the chilled waves crash against her hips, “H, it’s so cold.”

“M’gonna keep y’warm, hush up,” He titters, pulling her into his chest until her breasts are smushed against his strong pecs and his arms are around her shoulder, “Love experiencing this w’you, everythin’ w’you.”

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YN is brought back from her daydream by her husband wiping his finger under her eyelid, “Darling, wha’ is it?”

She hadn’t realized she had teared up thinking of the fond memory, “I want to go back to that bungalow. We had such a good time. I…I just love you.”

His wife chuckles like she’s pathetic for crying about it but he leans out of the tub, cupping her jaw and pulling her in for a hard kiss.

“Don’t be embarrassed, flower,” There was no teasing in his voice, it was sincere, “If anyone should be embarrassed - I’m the one who travels around the world t’sing love songs ‘bout you.”

Their lips join again, his tongue finding its way into her mouth when Jeff, Lambert, and Tommy barge through the door.

“Jesus Christ, only you could be trying to get some while sat in an ice bath,” Jeff scoffs with a smile but instantly knows they’ve fucked up.

“Get out, the fuck?” Harry sits up, “Don’t interrupt me and m’wife. Get out!”

They stumble out and just then the alarm goes off.

YN helps him out, tucking him into a towel and helping him dry off - his head tucked into her neck and hand on her belly - massaging.

“Do you feel any better?” She hums while getting some stray droplets on the nape of his neck as he nuzzles into her warm skin.

“Mm,” He agrees drowsily, hand slipping under her shirt for more heat and she jumps at his icey touch, “Want t’sleep.”

And when they get to the hotel, YN logs onto his Instagram and uploads the ice bath pictures with nobody knowing the story behind it.

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Hope you enjoyed!

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[that-damn-girl]

(7) Daze of Pollen

(Work in Progress - 7 of 8; slow updates)

Chapter 6

Daze of Pollen Masterlist

Pairing: (cis)fem!Reader x Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x 

Words: 2500+

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only please. Sex pollen. M/M smut. Dirty talk. Slight dom/sub undertones. A sprinkle of daddy kink. Another sprinkle of degradation and praise kink. First time anal. Unprotected sex (This is only fiction. Please stay safe irl). Rough sex. Slight Choking. Fingering and hand jobs. Voyeurism. Very little bondage(only the hands).

Summary:  Bucky, Steve, Sam and you are in the safe house post mission when a retrieved Hydra device activates, releasing a kind of pollen you don’t know of, but the effects of which are soon discovered.

A/N: It’s time for some stucky! Hope you like this part!

Since size kink was in demand it’s a personal favorite of mine, it’s gonna be kinda constant throughout the fic. So the reader is short in height only. For rest of the part, I’ve tried my best to stay neutral.

I’m taking requests if you want a particular kink to be featured. Send me an ask or text me. I’ve been saving most of the requests for the last part, so if you haven’t seen your request included until now, then please have some patience.

P.S. this chapter is also going to be kinda heavy on m/m smut. I understand if you support the lgbtqia+ community but don’t particularly enjoy m/m smut - it’s your preference of what you enjoy and it’s perfectly fine. But if you’re a homophobe, get the fuck off my blog. And if you’re anti-stucky, then don’t read this.

Climbing on the bed, Sam all but dropped on his back with a dramatic huff. His arms were splayed out by his sides, and eyes shut closed. Three continuous orgasms later, along with a few from earlier in the night, Sam was truly exhausted now. He didn’t even know he could come as many times as he did on the same night. Perhaps it was the pollen, perhaps the company. All he knew was that he could have slept like a baby, the world be damned.

There was something though, stopping him from getting the rest he needed. He did feel tired to his bones, making him a little sleepy as well, but there was this unusual rush in his veins that stopped him from getting calm enough to sleep. 

Okay yeah, now that was definitely the pollen.

Regardless, Sam kept his eyes firmly shut and tried to sleep once again.He abandoned all the thoughts running around in his head and focused only on the deep breaths he took. He tried, he really tried, but he couldn't ignore his slowly hardening length. Despite himself, his mind wandered to all the naughty things he saw, did, and were done to him by his friends. How could he not get hard thinking about the wonderful time he had? 

And just like that, he wasn't feeling sleepy anymore. A little exhausted,yes - well more like a little out of breath than exhausted, but not sleepy. He figured it wasn't worth it anymore, forcing himself to sleep when all he could think about the sex gods and goddess his friends were.

So, listening to his dick, he opened his eyes to take a look around an-

Holy fucking shit!

Sam didn't know why he was surprised. After all, it was him and Steve doing the same thing a few minutes ago. But he just was that. Surprised. 

Steve had a bulging arm clasped around Bucky's waist, while the other arm curled around his shoulder. Steve's fingers firmly gripped the back of Bucky's neck, keeping him in place as the blond greedily devoured his friend's lips. The kiss was nothing short of rough and ferocious, wet and heated, and looked so fucking hot, Sam didn't know if he was jealous of Steve or Bucky, or both. 

Lost in the marvelous view in front of him, it took Sam a moment to take notice of your hand that creeped up and thighs and loosely gripped his half hard cock.When he did, he let out a surprised gasp as his head jerked towards you with a start.

Oh, was it such a beautiful view too! You looked like an angel. Sure, a dirty little angel with her legs spread wide open and a hand between them, playing with your sweet little button; but an angel nonetheless. Their angel

Your eyes were fixated on the duo in front of you, bottom lip caught in between your teeth, fingers hard at work between your legs. 

His eyes followed the shiny bead of sweat that dripped down your taut neck , through your collar and in between the valley of your breasts. Sam couldn't help but bite his own lip as well. You looked so tempting, right there, bold in your demand and unashamed, all his for the taking. 

What was better was that you had your free hand wrapped around his cock, which was once again desperate for attention at this point. Even with your eyes trained on them, the pace you had set didn't falter. Sam groaned, dead dipping back. He wondered what he had done to deserve such a good time, all so he could do it once again.

Sam stacked up some fluffy pillows behind you and him to properly rest on. Not before long, replacing yours, his fingers had found a warm home between your legs. The two of you worked on the other, but your eyes hungrily took in the view the two men in front of you presented. Each and every movement, each and every moan. 

Steve was grinding hard against Bucky as they loudly kissed. The bittersweet taste of Sam's release was still there on his tongue. It only made everything better.

Breaking the kiss a few heated moments later, he kept one hand on the back of Bucky's neck, bringing their foreheads together. Bucky let out a gasp when the other hand snaked down his sides to grip both their cocks together.

As Steve started jerking their cocks together, Bucky let out inevitable moans, Steve following suit. Bucky's hands were perched Steve's bicep for support, his eyes closing of their own accord, his head lost in the waves of pleasure that Steve brought him. 

"Fuck- Bucky, look at me," When Bucky didn't, Steve growled. "Baby, look at me. Now!"

Something in Bucky had been crawling to listen to everything that Steve demanded of him, so he did.

"Just- Mm fuck, you're perfect, you know that baby? You know that, don't you?"

Bucky could only whimper in response when he saw such sincerity behind Steve lust filled eyes.

"Mhmm, that's right, Bucky. You're perfect." Steve breathed. "That body of yours… I just love it.. I could caress it, kiss it, please it and make it shiver all over me and for me all fucking day, sweetheart."

Steve smirked when Bucky went a little weak in the knees, and he had to strengthen his hold on his friend to keep them stable.

"You like to hear how I can fuck you all day, hmm, what you do to me? You like to know how hard you make me?"

Bucky mumbled his agreement in between restrained moans as Steve increased his pace, jerking both their hard cocks in one fist, rubbing them against each other. The pressure built and built until eventually, they were tipped over the edge.

With heavy grunts, they came in spurts. It was a messy affair. Some of their cum landed on the floor, some on their lower abs. All mixed together, indistinguishable. Without wasting a second, Steve swiped some cum from Bucky's abdomen and licked it off his fingers, sighing heavenly at the taste. 

Before Bucky could gather his head around what he was seeing, Steve grabbed him and turned him around in one quick motion. Slotting himself firmly against Bucky's back, Steve rutted his half hard length into him, his hands gripping Bucky's hips tight enough to leave marks.

Bucky faced you and Sam on the bed, as he and Steve stood at the foot of it. His eyes had gone from one mind boggling, exceptionally hot scene to another. He saw you and Sam lying on your backs, bodies slightly curved towards each other, hands steadily working on the other to bring them to the glorious finish line that the pollen wanted. 

Sam fingered you with his two long, thick fingers as the heel of his palm massaged your clit. All the while you fisted Sam's angry cock, lip caught between your teeth and brows furrowed. Though you pleasured the other, the two of you were looking at him and Steve with lust blown eyes. As if the view in front of him and Stevie rutted his hardening cock against his ass wasn't arousing enough, Steve huskily whispered in his ears from behind.

“My Bucky,” Steve kissed the sweet spot beneath his ear. "You can’t say no to me, can you, baby?" Bucky tilted his head to give him more space. "You’re going to let me do anything I want to you, aren’t you?"

“Yes, Stevie,”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Spitting on his thumb, Steve started to work on Bucky. Just like he did with Sam, Steve prepped Bucky with sweet encouraging words and gentle movements. It was a little painful and something entirely new for Bucky, but with some patience Bucky was more than ready. The circling of his thumb inside Steve was something Bucky soon started enjoying. Maybe it was the pollen, maybe it was just his Stevie. So, when Steve asked him the next question, he nodded immediately.

"I need you to be good for me, can you do that, baby?"

With Bucky's eager nodding, Steve gripped his cock at the base with one hand while the other stretched his ass-cheek. Very slowly and with care, Steve pushed into him. 

When Bucky grunted in discomfort, Steve halted and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. His free hand fisted Bucky's length, twisting with flexible wrist movements as he did so, to divert his attention from the pain. It worked very well. When Bucky was distracted enough, Steve tried to push in again. Inch by inch, very patiently, until he was all the way in.

Steve moaned, loving how tightly Bucky enveloped him, loving the heat that surrounded him. He set a slow pace at first, bucking his hips into Bucky. While he jerked Bucky off with one hand, his other hand travelled to Bucky's neck, curling his fingers around him and pulling Bucky closer to himself.

As Bucky got used to it, Steve gradually increased the pace. "You're doing so good for me, doll." He grunted. "You're gonna milk my cock so good. Gonna fill you to the brim with my cum, Bucky."

At first, Steve was pleased by Bucky's moans. So lost in how good Bucky felt, it took him a while to notice how Bucky was hungrily looking at you and Sam, and that made him not so pleased. He had to admit that you and Sam did look oh so delicious as you pleasured the other. But when Steve fucked, he needed all their attention to himself. Their heart, their body, and their soul. Bucky was no exception.

Giving up stroking Bucky's cock was not an option. The hand that was wrapped against Bucky's neck grabbed his jaw instantly, turning his head towards Steve. His gaze hardened as he looked at Bucky, his hips fucking him a little roughly. 

"Look at me while I fuck your tight little ass and tell you how I’m going to fill you with my cum. Do you understand?"

Their stance with Bucky's curved body was somewhat awkward, so without letting go of his cock or his jaw, Steve adjusted them until it wasn't. 

"I asked you something, Buck." He accompanied it with a particular hard thrust. "And I expect an answer."

"Fuck- yeah- I do! I understand Steve. Fuck, please don't stop."

"That's the last thing you gotta worry about, doll."

And with that, Steve set a faster, harder pace. His sweat slicked body brushed against Bucky's with every thrust. He couldn't reach Bucky's lips in that position, not without the risk of hurting Bucky or himself first. So, he settled for his defined jaw and his cheeks, and anywhere else that he could reach. He littered Bucky's skin with rough but kisses on top of kisses, and then some more. 

His eyes did close on their own sometimes, relishing in this feeling that he shared with his best mate at that moment. But when Steve would open his eyes and he'd look into Bucky's unashamed. 

When he was sure Bucky wouldn't turn his gaze away from him, Steve let go of his jaw to cup his neck again. He only applied the slightest of pressure when he felt Bucky's ass tightly clench his cock. He couldn't stop himself from grinning as wide as he did. He probably looked like a lunatic at that moment, but he didn't care.

"You look so pretty with my strong hands around your throat, doll. But can you last? Can you cum all over Daddy's hard cock while he squeezes your pretty throat? Or will my sweet boy get too fuzzy?"

"Can you last, Stevie?"

"What was that, hmm?"

Bucky smirked. "I feel so tight, don't I? My ass is such a snuggly fir for your cock, isn't it? You can't possibly tell me that you're not close yourself. Because I am." He breathed, "You fuck me so good, Stevie. I'm so fucking close!"

Bucky smirked mischievously as he licked his lips. "You know, all I gotta do is squeeze, right? I can clench my ass and milk your cock, squeeze every last drop of that righteous cum till the very last drop, Rogers."

"You jerk," Steve groaned in between heavy breaths and hard thrusts.

"Punk."

Something in Steve flipped. He wanted- no, he needed to fuck that attitude out of Bucky. So, he did just that.

Tightening the grip on his neck only so slightly, Steve started rocking into Bucky with everything he had. With the effort he was putting in, he grunted loudly with each thrust, but didn't back down. He knew he couldn't rest until he gave Bucky a mind-numbing, earth shattering orgasm.

Steve fisted Bucky's cock with every trick he knew in the book. He tugged at ever so slightly and ran his thumb over Bucky's sensitive head every now and then. His wrist flexed this way and that with every upward and downward motion. He didn't leave any stone unturned. 

With all his efforts combined, it didn't take Bucky long to be tipped over the edge. Steve wasn't far behind. With deep moans that sounded way too sexy to even exist, they came. Bucky spilled himself on the bed, making an even bigger mess. Steve released himself inside Bucky with half-willed thrusts, completely lost in the pleasure that was Bucky. 

Seeing the two men finish, with looks of pure bliss on their faces, it drew you and Sam very close to the tipping point. With how good Sam was fingering you and massaging your clit with his palm, you couldn't hold back anymore. You came on his fingers with breathing moans and shaky legs as Sam spilled, just like Bucky, on himself and the bed, creating yet another mess.

Ignoring all of it though, Bucky collapsed on the bed near Sam, while Steve side-stepped him and crawled on top of you like a predator, with every intention to devour you.

“Hey baby,” Steve said, letting his eyes gaze at your short frame underneath him, especially how your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths along with your breasts. He thought it was really cute and sexy at the same time.

“You did so well there, handsome,” You said, bringing one hand to play with the back of his neck. Your legs moved to slowly warp around his taller frame. “You ready to do that to me?”

“You want to be fucked hard too, doll? Mhmm, is that it?” 

“Yes, Steve! I want you to fuck me so good! Please!” 

Before Steve had the chance to rejoice in the begging he heard for his cock, you quickly disbalanced him from one side and used your training to flip him on his back. As you straddled him, without giving him the chance to recover from the surprise, you grabbed both his wrists and tied his hands to the headboard using the same tie he had tied you earlier with.

“Or maybe I’ll just take what I want. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You smirked.

Sam and Bucky snickered on your side. 

“Mm lets see if you are ready to play with me, Daddy,” you continued.

Steve smirked right back at you, a little dumbfounded, angry and aroused at the same time. ”Oh, I’m going to enjoy making you behave, you little slut.”

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