#i havent written in so long

[sidemari]

• Obsession Unveiled •

A short collection of dark scenarios about being the object of their obsession.

Characters: Arlecchino, Dottore, Pantalone, Scaramouche [separately] x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not-healthy relationship, consensual sexual themes - contains descriptions of marking, overstimulation, unprotected sex, size difference, etc - , mentions of possessive, obessesive, controlling and toxic behaviors. Read responsibly.

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Arlecchino ♦️♠️

She was captivating in her presence.

Her words, like sweet poison, had the power to sway the hearts and minds of those around her.

One fateful day, as you strolled along a meandering path, lost in your thoughts, you first met Arlecchino.

She stood at the edge of a cliff, her gaze fixed on the surrounding landscape.

The air around her seemed electric and her aura was intimidating, almost frightening.

Intrigued and oddly attracted by her striking presence, you approached her cautiously.

Little did you know this encounter would forever alter the course of your life.

She turned her piercing gaze towards you.

Her voice, a velvet whisper, beckoned you closer.

Mesmerized by her charm, your innocence and curiosity made you unable to resist.

A few steps and you were pulled against her.

She absolutely loved how vulnerable you looked.

How easily corruptible and breakable you soul was.

She could barely wait for the time she'd ruin you.

Meanwhile, your only thought was how your soul seemed to intertwine with hers, almost like she had some diabolic power above your feelings.

She needed a pawn.

And you were the best one she could find.

But you just needed her love and approval.

Like a pure butterfly encaged by the artful spiderweb, you trusted her with your life as you slowly became the object of her obsession.

She became your confidant, your guiding light in a world filled with darkness. A darkness that she often overstated about.

As the days passed, Arlecchino's grip on you tightened. She gradually inhibiting you from engaging with the outside world.

Persuading you to abandon the few friendships you had left and alienating yourself from the world, she tried to brainwash you to believe she was the only one you needed.

There was some twisted love between Arlecchino and you, but possessiveness and control tainted it.

Even if her manipulation had ensnared your heart, a flicker of resistance was still there, ready to snap if Arlecchino's plans crossed more of your boundaries.

If you were supposed to be nothing but a pawn…

Why was Arlecchino longing to make you feel safe, loved and respected, even if her behavior in your relationship wasn't the healthiest one?

Perhaps her heart wasn't dead, afterall.

Or maybe your love had healed part of her soul.

Did she fell in love without noticing?

♡ […]

You met her in secret at the fatuis' lair.

The lodge's library…

With long and dusted bookshelves and thick walls.

A locus that the harbingers barely paid attention to.

The perfect place to surrender to the most raw desires.

"Did my girl missed me?" Arlecchino sang mischievously, quickly locking the door behind her before going towards you with such slow steps you wondered what she was up to that night.

Her hand lifted your chin to meet her gaze.

Red flaming eyes carrying so much lust you could feel the atmosphere around you both getting dense.

Her thumb caressed your bottom lip as you tried to not break the eye contact with her.

"Master…" You whispered when her long nails traced the contours of your neck, collarbone and breasts from above the thin fabric of your dress.

"You're so submissive it hurts, my pet" Her quiet laugh against your ear sent shivers down your spine. "Tell me what you want from me"

"I want you to-" But she claimed your lips in a lustful kiss. She always earned the control and dominance, obliging you to follow her pace as she savored every second of your kiss.

"You want me to claim you…" Her tongue traced a path from your collarbone to the base of your ear. "You want me to fuck you senselessly" She whispered against your ear as she guided your body to lay down on the soft couch of the library.

"You need me remembering you that you're mine"

You pathetically assented to her words.

She was right once again.

Her touches were fervent and demanding.

Her kisses were embraced with a fervor that spoke about her untold love for you.

She explored your body with urgency: her love was intense and insatiable.

Her hands, guided by her desires, traced every inch of your exposed flesh

Your vulnerability and devotion always managed to awake a carnal hunger within Arlecchino's body.

It was a matter of time before she worn you out completely that night.

[…]

The sounds of your love was all over the attic as you two pushed the boundaries of pleasure.

A mix of moans and other soft sounds filled the air of the night, marking in your subconscious the strength of your connection.

In that cozy library, Arlecchino proved her love.

Marks of her passion covered your sore body.

You were lost in the moment, almost melting into your sleepiness as her nails caressed your hips.

Your intertwined bodies brought you the warmth and safety you craved for so long.

"Tired, my girl?" She asked before kissing your forehead with gentleness.

A simple gesture that made your heart flutter.

You assented, hiding your face against her neck.

"You did so good for me, my doll"

"Thank you, master" You mumbled before falling asleep in her embrace.

Dottore 🧪🩺

You could sense he wasn't the most sane person out there since your gaze met his for the first time.

Yet, you were so naive.

So painfully innocent and pure.

So dearly corruptible it ignited the most sinful persona of his.

Your new life as a test subject of Dottore was nothing like you had ever wished, yet why were you so attached and obedient to him?

Perhaps some of his very own perversion had finally found its way into your being.

Dottore was controlling.

So controlling you felt overwhelmed, encaged.

Every single day he would spend hours checking upon you, reassuring himself you were still just like the way he left you before leaving his locus.

No one other himself could touch you.

No one other himself could have you as their own.

The doctor gaslighted you every day you only had him by your side.

Timr after time he made you believe that no one other than him loved or cared about you.

So how could you not trust him?

How could you not show devotion and obedience?

At least those virtues guaranteed you a softer personality of your master.

Trying to not be contaminated by his mad behavior or ideals would only make things worse.

He wasn't one to say he cherished you.

To him, serving as a pet whom he could use whenever he wanted or needed was the bare minimum you could do to the one who took you in.

Still, why did he hate the thought of losing you?

He despised the possibility of your permissive behavior was nothing more than falsehood.

But you were his.

You were there on the same spot for him every single time he came back.

You never tried escaping his hands.

You never disobeyed him, even if that obedience was fruit of fear and hopelessness.

You were finally his and that was the only thing that mattered.

♡ […]

You were still dizzy from sleep when the man slowly opened the door of the laboratory you were kept.

"My pet… Any discomforts from the last test?"

You blinked a few times, trying to make your blurry vision focus on his face.

He wasn't using any masks.

Nothing covered the weird smile he had on his lips.

"I'm… I'm okay" Was what you whispered, wanting to hide from him but staying still to not awake the worse of him.

You never knew what he was up to.

It could be him simply visiting you to share a few moments of kisses and soft touches or him using you as a toy in an almost insane research.

"Does your body hurt, my little angel?"

You shivered when his cold hand touched you thigh.

"Just a bit, but I'm okay"

His red eyes explored some of the marks he had left on your body the last time you had sex.

"You don't have to lie" His hand gripped your sore wrist tightly enough to gain a whimper from you. "Are you willing to be mine once again?"

You kept silent.

Sure, it would overwhelm your body.

But how could you deny anything to him?

You assented right before he stole a kiss from you.

[…]

"Dottore?" Your face was hid against his neck as you breathed the weak traces of cologne: the amber notes almost fading after hours of having you over and over again.

"Yes…?"

"Am I a good pet?"

His sharp teeth appeared on his smile.

"The best one someone could ever wish for"

Pantalone ♟️

His personality was captivating and his appearance was alluring.

His soft smiles and graceful aura made you feel sheltered after so many harsh years.

Pantalone wasn't really an intimidating one as you once thought. Or was he only able to hide the darkness within him with efficiency?

Afterall, why such centered and polite man would align his ideals to such organization as the fatui?

Trusting devoting your life to someone you barely knew was perilous.

You weren't sure about what his true intentions were, after all.

But the confidence in his words whenever he whispered he would be enough for you…

The promises he made you after every kiss and night you spent together…

The reassurance and safety he brought to your shattered heart…

Those were more than enough for you to believe he was being sincere.

Time revealed a controlling facade of his.

Still, the love between you both was intense and passionate, even if that costed some freedom.

His will of protecting you from anyone or anything was his form of showing he truly cared about you.

Pantalone was always by your side, influencing your decisions and manipulating the consequences so his control over you was camouflaged as 'worry of losing you to someone or something'.

'Is true love controlling and almost suffocating?' Was a thought that crossed your mind every time your relationship became too much for you to handle. A thought that would always - oh so soon - fade away due your devotion towards the man who showed you deserved love.

♡ […]

"I couldn't imagine a life without your light" His gloves felt soft against your cheeks. "I'm grateful you're mine, my doll"

You pulled him to a kiss.

How else could you even answer such confession?

"I missed you" Those words left your lips as nothing more than a whisper while you straddled his lap. "I despise having you away for so long"

"I'm aware my services for the fatui don't have your approval" His hands were finally free from the gloves as you felt them against the skin of your back. "But leaving their side is out of question"

"Pantalone…" You sighed, frustrated.

"Forgive me for bringing the subject up. Perhaps you just need to be claimed as mine after all this time" Soon enough his hands gripped your waist, guiding your movements so he could finally found his way inside you. A whimper left your lips as you grew familiar with the sensation you missed so much.

He made you aware of how deep inside of you he was by guiding one of your hands to feel the bulge formed against your belly.

"After all this months together you still struggle while taking me inside of you…" He smiled when you hid your face against his neck. "Oh I made you shy?"

You couldn't help but squirm when his cold fingers reached your clit, brushing circles against such sensitive spot with the ease only the man who knew your body with the back of his hands could have.

"Just make me forget everything as you make me yours time after time this night" You marked his neck with a hickey before finishing your line. "Remember me who I belong to until dawn"

"As you wish, my good girl"

Scaramouche 🎴

He despised the fact that a being like him - with such rage, resentment and hatred nurtured inside of him during ages - was capable of loving someone so dearly much he would sacrifice anything if that meant he could have the one he loved.

'Love is just a camouflage to what resembles rage' Was the thought that made him feel less vulnerable when it came to loving and needing you.

You first met him as Scaramouche, the 6th harbinger of the fatui. Not Wanderer, not Kunikuzushi or any other persona of his.

You found him in the heyday of his insanity.

Still, why did he suddenly felt the urge to give up on his revenge so he could call you his?

Were you any different from the people he had met in the past?

Would you love him regardless of his selfish acts and decisions?

Would he finally experience love after being betrayed and abandoned?

Scaramouche decided you were worth the effort.

His behavior was paranoic.

He wasn't so controlling as he wished.

Still, he influenced many of your steps.

He often thought you would leave anytime.

He couldn't support the possibility of losing you.

He needed stability: he just wanted to be sure you would be there for him any time, any day.

You both belonged together in every scenario of his.

♡ […]

His mind was driving him insane.

He shouldn't have let you go out for yourself.

Why did him even bother providing you some sense of freedom? It was perilous.

Would you even return to him after leaving for some days to visit those who love you?

He was almost sure you would abandon and betray him like they did before.

Would you prove him you weren't any different from the people he met in the past right in the first opportunity you had?

He felt so human like he never did.

Agony was all over him, mouth dry with discomfort and despair made him sick.

The thought of losing you was unbearable.

You were the only one he had.

How could life take you from him too?

Scaramouche was so lost in his own daydream he barely listened to your arrival.

"I'm home" You said softly, closing the door behind you. But no answer came from anywhere. "Scaramouche?"

You found him on the couch, soon enough noticing his state: dark eyebags, messy hair and an aloof gaze. Such a pale skin he looked sick and he had lost some weight for his clothes were loose.

You heart ached at that sight.

Was all of that fear of abandonment?

A heavy sigh left his lips when he heard your voice. It felt like a crushing weight had been taken away from his shoulders.

"You came back, afterall" He mumbled.

"Sure I did… Why wouldn't I, love?"

Those last four letters brought tears to his eyes.

You loved him.

You would never leave him.

You proved you truly cared about him.

"Hey, come here" You helped him get up from the couch before pulling him close. "I would never leave you, Scaramouche. I'm different from them"

His hug felt genuine for the first time.

"Please tell me you're still mine" He whispered.

"I'm yours" You kissed him shortly. "Till my last day"

[…]

Your hands roamed each other's bodies - clothes weren't a problem anymore for they had been taken away it's been a while - rediscovering the contours and curves that had once been so familiar.

You stood before him, vulnerable and exposed.

So ready to be claimed, so ready to be marked as his in the filthest ways possible.

He guided you towards the bed, laying you down gently as if you were a fragile work of art.

He traced a trail of kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your collarbone, earning a soft moan from deep within you.

Your fingers clawed at the sheets, shivering in anticipation as his lips made their way down, exploring every inch of your body with devotion.

You squirmed under him when his lips reached your clit, sucking it with the right amount of pressure so you could melt against the mattress.

His tongue savoured every inch of your sex, collecting some of your essence before he could swallow it with satisfaction.

Oh the taste he had craved for so long…

Having you all to himself after weeks without your presence was the closest thing to paradise he had ever experienced.

Your hands left the sheets so you could play with the soft indigo locks as your high approached.

"I missed you so much…" He whispered more to himself than to you as he stopped his ministrations.

The pillow he put under your hips was your clue that he would finally fuck you raw.

He craved more, and you were eager to oblige.

His hand found its way between your thighs once again, testing the wetness that had been pooling inside your core.

He positioned himself above you, his eyes meeting yours in a silent agreement before his first thrust.

Scaramouche could spend hours on end claiming you if that meant he'd reassurance himself you were completely his once again, under his vigilance.

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[im-a-marvel-ous-hoe]

Daddy’s Favorite Story | Bucky Barnes (3rd Day of 🎄)

(Credits to the owner of this pic!)

Hey everyone! I hope you’re enjoying my stories! We’re on day 3 of fluffy Christmas fics! 🩵

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“Daddy, can you please read me one more story?” I heard Grace’s voice on the other side of her bedroom door. I held a laundry basket in my hands, almost finished with the household chores for the day. I was about to walk in to ask our 5 year old if she needed anything from mommy before I stopped myself once I realized her dad was in the room.

I smiled to myself at the thought of her and Bucky bonding before she went to sleep. Placing the basket on the floor, my right reached out for the doorknob to take a peek at the loves of my life. Bucky was sat down on her bed, she was lying down with a small pile of her stuffed animals around her. She held onto a goat stuffed animal she got from her uncle Steve for her birthday earlier this year.

“You said that two books ago!” Bucky laughed as she sat up in her bed, getting ready to fight to get her way. “But – But this one is the last one! I promise!” She clasped her little fingers together and looked up at her father, giving him the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. Her blue eyes meeting his own as he tried to resist giving in.

“No, sweetheart, don’t do this to me!” She pouted her lips as he covered his face with his hand. The amount of love he has for his daughter will obviously make it difficult for him to say no to her. “Pleeaassee?” He peeked at her through his fingers and chuckled to himself. “Arghh… fine. You win.” She giggled and got settled into her bed, bringing her blanket closer to her and she watched her father in awe.

“Okay, one more story and you promise me that you’ll go to sleep after this, okay?” He raised an eyebrow as she nodded enthusiastically. I crossed my arms over my chest as I leaned against the doorframe, watching this all play out in front of me. He looked through her small bookshelf and picked one up, inspecting it. He turned to look at her and smiled, tapping onto the cover of the book. “This one is a classic, sweetheart. It’s one of daddy’s favorites.” He opened the book in his hands, cleared his throat and began reading.

“‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.”

Bucky made sure to lean in and show her the pictures. Her little eyes scanned the pages as she held onto her goat stuffie closer to her. I softly smiled to myself, thinking about how lucky I am to have found someone like Bucky to share the rest of my life with. To live a quiet domestic life with.

“The children were nestled, all snug in their beds.”

He leaned in and tickled her stomach as her laughter filled the room. Her cheeks tinted pink as he continued reading her a story for bedtime.

“While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.

And momma in her ‘kerchief and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out in the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.”

He stood up abruptly and spread his arms out as Grace watched him with anticipation. He walked over to her window and brushed her curtains to sway them back and forth to give as much visual effects as possible.

“Away to the window flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh with eight tiny reindeer.”

He quickly looked around her room for a reindeer stuffie, but all he could see was her goat. He grabbed it and made it look as if it was flying. “Daddy, that’s not a reindeer!” Grace laughed. “Whaaattt? No, it totally is!”

“No he’s not!” He bowed his head for a moment and looked up, smiled at her. “Well, let’s just pretend baby, okay?” She giggled and nodded her head.

“With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!”

I couldn’t help but think of how he’s such an amazing father. He’s going all out as best as he can just to make her night. To think we were both so scared to become parents is crazy to me. I don’t know what we were so scared of. Since Grace came into our lives, it’s been nothing but bliss. I can’t imagine our lives without her and I can’t imagine not doing this with Bucky.

“To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!’

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.

So up to the housetop the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.”

Bucky grabbed her goat and pranced it on her bed, making it look like it was walking closer and closer to her. She smiled as Bucky continued to read the next part of the story.

“As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.”

He cleared his throat as his voice pitched a little higher than usual as he spoke.

“His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.”

He walked towards her closet and quickly rummaged through it until he found what he was looking for. He came out with her white scarf wrapped around his mouth to imitate a white beard. Walking back towards his daughter, he reached for her pillow. “Excuse me sweetheart.” She giggled and sat up as she watched him stuff the pillow in his shirt and placed his hands on his belly, letting out a deep laugh. “Ho! Ho! Ho!” Grace burst out laughing as she watched her daddy pretend to be Santa Claus. I brought my hand to my mouth to try to stifle a laugh as I watched him in amusement.

“He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.”

He leaned in and pinched her nose, smiling as she let out a giggle. Her eyes gleaming with admiration towards her father.

“And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight —

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

She cheered at the end of the story as Bucky placed the book down on her bedside table. He laughed and took the pillow out from his shirt and placed it comfortably behind her head. “Did you enjoy the story?” She nodded and yelled out a big “yes!” He slid off her scarf and placed it next to the book.

He leaned in and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “I’m glad you liked it sweetheart.” He brushed a hair away from her face and smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too daddy. Thank you for reading me a story.”

He chuckled and nodded. “You’re welcome. Now, it’s time to head to bed! It’s late.” He tucked her into bed, placed one last kiss on her forehead and bid her goodnight. He made his way to the door and saw me standing there. “That was a lovely story.” I stated as his face turned a light shade of pink. “Yeah well..” He closed Grace’s door behind him and looked up at me. “How much did you hear?”

“Oh, not much… only all of it.” I smiled at him as he turned to look away in embarrassment. “Oh God.. so, did you see..?” I nodded as he covered his face with his hands. “I especially liked the part where you pretend to be Santa. That was a nice touch.”

“Hey, I was just trying to give her visuals. What I did was amazing.” He embraced me from behind and placed his hands on my stomach, rubbing small circles. “Of course it was amazing! I’m not saying it wasn’t.” He placed a soft kiss on my cheek as I placed my hands on top of his. We stood there, enjoying the silence between us for we don’t get much of that nowadays. I closed my eyes for a moment and softly smiled. We both sighed in content.

“She’ll be here in a few months.” I quietly spoke as he hummed, his hand not leaving the small bump in my belly. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Maybe you could do what you did for Grace tonight again when she gets here.” I chuckled. “It could become a Christmas family tradition.” He chuckled as I pulled back so I could turn to look at him. “I’ll think about it.” He leaned down and placed a kiss upon my lips before pulling away and bending down to grab the laundry basket.

“Head on up to the couch, doll. I’ll finish cleaning up. You just relax and get a movie ready for us to watch, okay?” I nodded my head as we both made our way to the living room.

“Y/N?”

I turned to look at him, my hand instinctively going towards my belly. “Yeah?” He just smiled at me, the kind of smile that could make anyone weak in the knees.

“I love you.” I couldn’t help the blush that rushed to my cheeks. How is it that he’s still able to do that to me? I will never know. I smiled back at him.

“I love you more.”

He scrunched his nose and chuckled. “I think that’s up for debate.” He bit his lip, trying to hide his smile as he turned away to go finish cleaning up the house. Soon our household will go from 3 to 4 and who else knows how bigger it’ll get after that. I’m not worried though, because I’ve got the best partner to do this with. Nothing could be better than this.

I can’t wait for our family to grow.

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[luffyslove]

Hello! I saw your post and was wondering if you could do a Death the Kid X autistic! Reader? If not that’s totally fine and hope college is going well for you :)

Hi Anon!

I was pretty scared to start writing this since I'm not on the spectrum and I didn't want it to be offensive in any way. I did my best to research and reached out to some of my friends to help!

I didn't know if you wanted this to be a fic or headcanons so I did both!

Pairing: Death the Kid x GN!Reader

(Please keep in mind all characters are aged up, none of them are minors)

Warnings⚠️: Kid is kinda rude in the beginning but it turns into fluff I promise

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How you meet

You walked into Lord deaths office, being the newest transfer student of the academy. Lord death invited you to take a seat right in front of him.

"Ah, Y/N, correct? I am very happy to have you at our academy. I'm sure you'll fit in just fine!" He hands you your new schedule. All you do is stare at the paper. It's like it's not even real. You feel yourself drift away, like you're in the clouds, floating. You can hear Lord death talking to you, but you don't process it. Not at all. Who knows how long you stayed like that, drtifting away. It's not until the first bell rings, and he tells you to make your way to class that you realize you didn't catch anything he said. Not wanting to seem rude, you smiled and left. That was some time ago. Now you were in the middle of some hallway, wondering where you took the wrong turn.

You looked at your schedule and back at the school map, schedule, school map, schedule-

Where was I again?

That's right, class, you were trying to make your way to class. Just then you felt yourself become overwhelmed. You didn't know where you were, what to do, or who to ask for help. As you walk by, trying to take in your unfamiliar surroundings, you reach into your pocket and start playing with a bobby pin.

Maybe I'll calm down more with this. Maybe I can find my classroom before the next class starts!

You begin to giggle at yourself, wondering how you got here in the first place.

THUD!

Not looking ahead, you ran into what seemed like a wall, until you see papers flying everywhere and a man in front of you.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Can't look where you're going?!" He shouts. This causes you to shut down. No longer are you giggling and smiling trying to make your way to class. You're on the floor staring at this man, not daring to say a word. He had black hair with white stripes, golden eyes, and, a suit? Weird. He goes on and on about how he organized the papers for hours on end, ready to place them around the school at their respective corners, each one at the same height. As he continues to ramble, your eyes look around, you need something to ground yourself in this situation.

My bobby pin! Where's, where's my bobby pin?

You start searching for your precious bobby pin on all fours. While trying to find it you feel tears well up in your eyes. You try to blink them away but it's no use, and one falls. Coincidentally, it falls on one of those paper flyers the other guy had. And he saw.

No longer is he shouting at you for what you did, no longer is he glaring at you, instead he stares softly at you.

"Are you looking for something?" He asks. You look at him, a lump in your throat preventing you from speaking.

"I'm sorry I got carried away, I just, I spent a long time organizing these flyers for the school, my father asked me to. I'm Death, Death the Kid." He extends his hand out for you to shake, but you just loom at him. You want to move, but you can't, you want to talk to him, apologize, maybe even scream back, but you can't. You want to, but at this moment it's like the whole world is suffocating you.

He gets up and reaches his hand out "Come on, I'll help you up" Your hand trembles as you take his, he pulls you up. He picks up your schedule, "Y/N huh? So you're new, now I feel like more of an asshole" He laughs. "Come on, I'll take you to the bathrooms then I'll walk you to class" As you both make your ways to the bathroom and Kid stays outside, you look in the mirror at yourself. Your hair disheveled from the impact, mascara running, puffy red eyes from the tears. You do your best to make yourself look presentable and walk outside the bathrooms.

Kid looks up, "Feeling better? I can walk to class if you would like, I don't have anything better to do." He smiles. You feel it, you can feel yourself trying to talk to him, to tell him something. "The flyers..." You meant for the sentence to come out bold, but instead it came out barely above a whisper. "Hm? Is something wrong?" He asks. If it were earlier you would've been talking his ear off, info dumping like there's no tomorrow. "I'm sorry about, about, the flyers" You spoke up a little louder, fidgeting with your hands. "Oh, I can always print out new ones" He smiles. "Right now, we need to get you to class" He grabs your hand and leads you down the hallway you both came from. Your eyes scan everywhere, but bobby pins are pretty hard to find when there's papers scattered everywhere they shouldn't be. You let out a sigh, "If you're looking for something, I can help you find it" He suggests "I need to clean all this up anyway. Can you, tell me what you're looking for?" He asks. "B,bobby pin" is all you could manage to say. But before you know it Kid is on the floor grabbing the flyers and stacking them neatly, all in their respective piles while looking for your bobby pin.

"Got it" He yells, causing you to cover your ears. "Sorry, did I scare you? I guess you don't like when people are too loud..here" He places the bobby pin in your hand. You smile, wishing you could thank him, but a smile will do. "Come on, let's get you to class before, oh, there's only 10 minutes left." Your small adventure had taken too long and now you missed your first class at the academy, before you began to spiral Kid gripped your hand tighter, "It's okay, we can spend them together." He smiles. There was something about him that made you think you two were similar, and that you two would grow very close in the future. "Alright, what now, Kid?"

When you date

A complete sweetheart

Adjusts his rooms lighting to your liking

Buys you things to fidget with

Let's you talk his ear off about whatever you're obsessed with at the moment

Doesn't make loud sounds with you, tries to tell others to be quiet

Introduces you to his friends

You go to black star when you're feeling understimulated, he always gets you going

You guys have study dates

Never works out, Kid can't write his name, you can't focus on the paper

Hand holding!!

If you're in a crowd and it's too loud, Kid knows when you need time. Rubs his thumbs in circles on the back of your hand

If it's too much he will take you outside and you two will talk, your head leaning on his shoulder while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear

Will always kiss you on the forehead

Talks for you at restaurants or with new people

He just wants to make sure you feel safe and heard!!

A/N: I hope this wasn't bad! It's my first time writing in awhile so please let me know what you think!

Xi

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#x reader #i havent written in so long #im tired #i want candy #death the kid x reader

[colby-needs-a-life]

"My rock"

Hello everyone! I haven't written in about two years, so I am a little rusty. this is a fanfic about Marcus and his girlfriend. This is a request from a friend of mine. there are no trigger warnings, the grammar probably sucks too. But hope you enjoy it, and my requests are open!

Marcus Baker was sitting on the couch with his girlfriend, y/n, watching their favorite show. They were cuddled up together, with y/n's head resting on Marcus's shoulder. Marcus couldn't help but feel grateful for having y/n in his life. She was his best friend, his confidant, and his partner in crime. They had been together for two years now, and he couldn't imagine his life without her. As they watched the show, Marcus couldn't help but steal glances at y/n. She looked beautiful, with her hair falling in loose waves around her face. He reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, causing her to look up at him and smile. "What?" she asked, giggling. "Nothing," Marcus replied. "I just love you." y/n's smile widened, and she leaned in to give him a kiss. Marcus wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. They stayed like that for a while, lost in their own world. Eventually, they pulled away, and Marcus turned his attention back to the TV. But he couldn't concentrate on the show anymore. All he could think about was how lucky he was to have y/n in his life. He knew that she was the one for him, and he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with her. As the night wore on, Marcus and y/n talked about everything and nothing. They laughed, they joked, and they shared their dreams with each other. It was moments like these that Marcus cherished the most. Being with y/n made him feel alive, and he knew that he would do anything to keep her happy, even if it meant being happy himself. As they finally fell asleep, Marcus wrapped his arms around y/n, holding her close. He knew that tomorrow was a new day and that there would be new challenges to face. But with y/n by his side, he knew that he could face anything. She was his rock, his anchor, and his everything. And he loved her more than anything in the world.

#marcus baker x reader #marcus baker #ginny and marcus #ginny baker #ginny and georgia #marcus baker smut #y/n #reqs open #i havent written in so long

[cxltsxo]

Double Edged Sword;

summary: in which Miles stops being friends with you to insure your safety

pairing: Earth 42 Miles Morales and fem!reader

cw: angst and lowkey terrible Spanish. I’m a bit rusty on my writing skills, its been a while.

inspo: saw an irl write abt Earth 42 Miles and felt like i just HAD to. I spent like 3 hours on this 😓

nsfw: no

(i wrote this in a delirious, nearly asleep state. I apologize for any errors I overlooked. Apparently i also forgot a title 💀.)

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There would never be an adequate word to describe how You felt in this moment.

Hurt, betrayed, alone?

No, none of those words could convey the way your heart ached at the knowledge that you had destroyed the only good thing God had ever deemed you worthy of.

Your 13 year friendship with your best friend, Miles Morales.

He had been there for you since the beginning of time. At least, that’s what it felt like. You two had known each other since the ripe age of 2 years old. You were neighbors and your mothers had become friends years before you were born, so they both watched you grow up with Miles, saying that you two were inseparable. It was true too, whether it was school work or even something as minuscule as taking out the trash, there was never a place where Miles was where you weren’t following close behind. It had always been that way, and you thought it always would be.

It seems that you may have been wrong.

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After school let out, you and Miles walked to the library down the street from your houses. It had been your ritual for almost 6 years now and even if you didn’t actually end up doing anything groundbreaking with him while you were there, his company itself was extremely pleasant and more than enough to keep you coming back, day after day, year after year. When you two arrived at the near-abandoned building, you claimed the two seats closest to the back of the lounge area while Miles searched for a book you both needed for your English class. If you read and studied together, you’d definitely be more likely to ace the exam you had over the reading at the end of the week. Miles was a genius, and while you were definitely not stupid, you could use the extra help from someone who knows what they’re doing. English was definitely your worst subject.

“Hey y/n? What’s the name of this book we’re supposed to be reading? I can’t find the email they sent out about it.”

Miles spoke rather loudly, earning multiple shushes from the surrounding population. You opened your mouth to speak while Miles flashed a sheepish grin to the old librarian who happened to be glaring daggers at him.

“Quiet down Miles you’re making the audience boo. It’s called ‘The Great Gatsby’. Did you check your spam folder? That’s where my email was.”

You articulated your words in a harsh fast whisper, feeling the eyes staring at the both of you from the surrounding area. Miles took note of your discomfort and stayed silent while he went to a book isle to the left of you. About 10 minutes later, he returned to the table with two copies of ‘The Great Gatsby’ in his hand, setting them down while he whispered in your ear.

“You were right. It was in the spam folder.”

You felt your face get warm. You could never understand why your body and mind treated you this way whenever Miles got too close for comfort, and honestly, you hoped you never did. You quickly pushed away the giddy feeling rising inside of you and looked up at Miles to see his gorgeous smile staring back at you. God, there was nothing you loved more than his smile. Except for being the cause of it, that was so much better.

Miles quickly noticed your staring. His smile widened while he quirked up his eyebrow in mock confusion.

“Is there something on my face mi vida? Or are you just taking in my beauty? Me pregunto si te duelen los ojos.”

You forced out a laugh, trying to ignore the fact that you nearly fall in love with him every time he decides to speak spanish to you. The added pet name definitely didn’t help your case much. You pushed out a quick “come sit down”, watching as he took his seat next to you and opened his book. All while having that same smile pointed at you. You barely managed to flash a small smile in return before you began popcorn reading with him for the next 2 hours and taking notes whenever you found something important to note. You had a lot more fun than you wanted to admit and had conquered over half the book while in the process. Needless to say, you were quite pleased with you and Miles’ efforts. The sun was beginning to set as you walked home with Miles in tow. It had been relatively quiet the rest of the way to your neighborhood, which was unusual considering Miles always had something to talk about. You heard faint typing sounds as well as the ‘delivered’ notification play from his phone. Curious, you decide to pry a bit.

“Who’re you texting?”

You watched as Miles startled, taken aback by the sudden question. He looked as if he wanted to tell you something, but decided against it,

“Ah- uh. No one y/n. Don’t worry about it.”

Miles’ sudden strange behavior threw you for a loop. He never hid things from you, even when they were embarrassing or something you just shouldn’t tell other people. Keeping secrets wasn’t his forte and you hated to admit that it did hurt a little that he wasn’t being completely truthful. You chose to leave it alone, figuring that it would be entirely nonsensical to make a big deal out of this situation. It wasn’t really even that serious right? There was no reason for you to be upset.

right?

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a sharp ‘ding’ coming from Miles’ phone. You glanced behind you as his facial expression shifted from neutral to nearly enraged. You had never seen Miles look like that before, and to be quite honest, it scared you. A sudden urge to check up on him took over you.

“Miles? Are you okay? What happened? You need me to beat someones ass for you?”

At that, Miles startled again. Wiping the clearly upset look off of his face, he smiled at you.

“Haha y/n. You couldn’t win a fight if your life depended on it. I’m okay, but I’m gonna have to say goodbye to you early. I’ll see you tomorrow at school though, Sorry!”

“Miles? Wha-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Miles had run off. To be completely honest, you were too tired to chase after him. holding your head in your hands, you walked the rest of the way home, alone.

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Two weeks.

It had been exactly two weeks since you had last heard from or seen Miles. You had texted him him every day asking him where he was and if he was alright, only to be left on delivered the entire time. Your chest felt tight. Your mom had talked to Mrs. Morales and found out that Miles hadn’t come home that night, but had texted his mother to let him know he was okay. You felt your stomach drop as worry and hurt began to set in. You were in the middle of praying to your nonexistent god when your mom knocked on your bedroom door, letting you know that Miles had returned home. You hurried out of your room and ran outside, banging on Miles’ door as soon as you reached it.

“MILES WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? I’VE BEEN SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU!”

You were pretty sure the entire neighborhood could hear you at this point, but you didn’t care. Miles had never once treated you like this and you were royally upset with him. You wanted an explanation, and a good one at that. Before you could scream anymore, the door opened to reveal Miles standing in the doorway. His expression looked troubled and he quickly cut you off before you could say anything else.

“Hey y/n… I know you’re mad at me already but we can’t… talk right now. For a while, actually. I’m sorry.”

You stood there with your jaw on the ground. You had lost the ability to speak. First, he had left you on delivered for two full weeks and now, now you couldn’t talk to him anymore? For a while? How long was a while? Your tried to regain your composure, bombarding him with questions while your anger slowly seeped into your words.

“What? Why? Where were you and why didn’t you respond to my texts? You didn’t even read them! Do you know how worried about you I was? You don’t do that kind of shit to your best friend! I thought you cared about me more than that. Are you too good to talk to me now?”

“No no! It’s nothing like that, I swear to you. It’s just… I can’t tell you y/n. You wouldn’t understand…. it would put you in danger and I can’t let you get hurt because of me. You mean a lot to me, so much. It’s just not safe for us to be close to each other right now. You won’t see me for a while. This is for your own good.”

Miles closed the door, leaving you standing there, speechless. Danger? Not safe? You didn’t know what any of it meant. You didn’t know what to do, or where to go. You just stood there, crying and holding your chest. You began to walk away from his doorstep. Stopping yourself before you could fully leave. You looked back at his door, the crimson red reflecting in your eyes. You remembered all the times you had opened that door. All the times Mr. and Mrs. Morales had you and your mother over for dinner, when you and Miles would play in his living room when you were younger, everything came flooding back all at once and you couldn’t take it anymore. You broke down into a sobbing mess, speaking four words before you ran back to your house.

“I love you, Miles.”

Little did you know, Miles had never left the door. Hearing you cry was the last straw for him. As he listened to your labored footsteps, he gave in to his tears.

“I know. I’m so sorry, just give me some time. I love you too y/n.”

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Pt 2 coming soon 🙏🏼

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #writeblr #writing #fanfiction writer #writerscorner #one shot? #miles morales #queer writers #female writers #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #i spent entirely too much time on this #literally so tired omfg #i lowkey hope this is decent #i havent written in so long

[monsterfuxkermarya]

Dad's older friend (reader x Male OC)

Now playing: Sugar by Sleep Token

Length: 4471 words, ~ 15 - 20 minute read

Summary: “Please, please daddy, please give me more! Please I’ve been a good girl, please ple-” You get cut off by a moan as he shuffles around to put his fingers back in you, three going in now, and circle around your clit at a much faster pace. You squeal as his fingers, in tandem with the speed of his tongue, find your g-spot. You’re not gonna last much longer at this rate.

CW: fingering, cunnilingus, breeding kink, daddy kink (older man + younger woman), slight somno, multiple rounds, getting caught, first time, uhhhh i think thats it. its just smut that i felt needed some plot and guilt from the older man.

Notes before we begin: hunk of a man but hes a softie - think battering ram König with the personality of Price

It was always so innocent the way your relationship had gone. Your mom wasn't in the picture, so your dad's friend, Daniel, often stepped in when your dad had to work long hours. It was easy when you were a kid, he just made sure you were well fed and happy after school.

But your dad had started working the night shift on weekends, and with you getting older, he had told Daniel that he didn't need to watch you. He gave you Daniel's number, just in case of emergencies.

Dan started coming over on random occasions when your dad was out, saying he was just checking in. He lingered more, it was obvious that he had a thing for you.

Except to you. You were innocent, your dad had always been so protective of you. Dan was the only person he trusted to watch you, he was always scared when you went out with friends.

Your dad had made a habit of staying at work Sunday night through all Monday because Sunday was the longest shift he had. He usually came home late Monday night.

It had been raining horribly for days at this point. Power had been knocked out at least once every twelve or so hours only to flutter back on in a minute or two. You were scared. So you called Dan. No need to call your dad when he had no chance of making it home until Monday night.

You were quick to answer the knock on your door, praying it was Dan. It had to be Dan, it couldn't be anyone else.

He is quick to hold you, seeing how scared you looked. You needed him.

"Shh, shhh shh pretty girl, you're okay. I know it's been a scary few days. It'll be okay, I promise. It'll be over soon! Come on, let's get you in bed, it'll be okay once you're in bed" He coos out, shaking you softly in his arms.

He was so much bigger than you. At least a foot taller, pure muscle, but such a softie. He would never hurt you.

He rubs the small of your back as you two make your way up the stairs, the thunder shaking you and the house. Discontented noises barely make it out of your mouth, scared but embarrassed of being scared of thunder at this age.

The two of you make it to your room, you flustered as Dan sees your room for the first time in about a month. You had your schoolwork in a pile near your desk, today's clothes thrown near the dirty clothes hamper, papers thrown near your small trash bin. It had been worse, but also a lot better.

"Let's just get you to bed, deary. You're tired" He coos again. The rubbing on your back is softer, his hand feels warmer. You can't help but relax into his hand, moving your hands to start lifting your shirt and pants off, leaving you in only your light pink lingerie. He smiles, placing a hand on your hips and guiding you to the bed you forgot to make this morning.

You sigh as your head hits the pillow, him following in suit. He had always held you in his arms as a kid, so what was so different now? You were just as scared as you were then.

He's attracted to you now. Badly.

He had seen you grow from a little seedling to a beautiful flower, and he knew it was wrong to want you. It was wrong when he saw you on your sweet 16, that dress you were wearing drove him mad. It was wrong to want such a young woman, barely half his age.

But you were almost out of college now, living at home so you didn't have to pay room and board. You were free to do just about whatever you wanted with a dad that was working constantly and Dan not being strict when he was over.

So when you snuggle in a little closer, pulling the covers tighter when a crack of lightning sounds again, he can't help but notice the feeling of your soft lace panties on his crotch. And he groans, soft and low in the shell of your ear like the thunder outside. He holds you a little tighter.

He sits up, moving around to get you water from the kitchen downstairs, letting him think straight. You whimper as he leaves, you don't want to be alone.

"It's okay sweetheart, I'm just getting you some water, I'll be right back. Promise" he whispers as he gets close again, leaving with a small kiss to your forehead. You smile and jump a little when a loud crack of thunder sounds throughout the house just as he leaves your room.

A minute or two goes by before he's rushing up the stairs with two bottles of water - he tried to get them as fast as possible to not leave you alone for too long. He puts them on your bedside table and smiles, shrugging his shirt and jeans off to lay back in bed with you. The two of you snuggle back in together, you sighing at having your comfort again.

You shuffle around until you're facing his chest, chiseled, slightly hairy, and warm. Just where you want to be right now. A hand comes to rub your back, unclipping your bra and trying to slide one strap down. You smile with your eyes closed and move to let him take it off. He holds you a little closer after that.

His other hand goes to grab your thigh, pulling it over his legs to keep yours spread apart. He shifts a little until his crotch is right on yours, keeping you stuck to him. If you moved, you would grind against his tip, but if you didn't, and of course you didn't, he would start to move. His tip is just barely moving, grinding in small circles around your cunt. You gasp at his light ministrations, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter at the thought of him inside you.

Is that okay, though? Do you want your dad's best friend to fuck you? What if your dad found out? What would he do?

He slips two fingers into your panties, feeling your wetness. You feel his cock harden, shifting a little in his boxers. He wants this as bad as you do.

You whimper a little from his ministrations, but also the conflicting thoughts. He wants this too, so it's obviously okay, right?

His fingers start at your clit, circling once or twice, your breath hitching with each burst of electricity. He slowly moves down to your folds, splaying them apart with his fingers. He dives in, slowly, of course, and plays in circles right outside your hole. He smiles as your gasps get louder. As soon as you start bucking, he moves out and around until he's back up, circling his wet fingers at your clit.

You lose track of how many times he does this - how many times he pushes you near the edge but holds you so you don't fall over. Your gasps turn into small hums as he slows down, letting you fall into a rhythm with his fingers. His other hand rubs circles on your back, soft and slow, just like the one circling your cunt. A kiss is placed on the nape of your neck, soft, quiet.

Then he stops all together - pulls his hand from your panties and lets his other hand still on your back. You whine quietly at the loss of friction, wanting to rub your thighs together but unable to due to his thigh being in the way. You move around until you're grinding on his hard cock, desperate for something, anything from him. He can't just bait you like this!

Until he moves you to where both of you are sitting up, you on his lap, a tumbling wet mess for him to shush. He looks at you with his deep olive eyes and sighs. He has to stop. You never said yes. Beyond that, your dad would kill him if he found out. He can't do this.

"I can't do this, pumpkin. Your dad would kill me. I shouldn't've done this to you, deary."

"But, I mean, you want this - I want this! Please Dan, please. Just for tonight, and then you can leave. Please?" You plead with him. You're still sitting right on top of his hard cock, it pressing deliciously into your wet panties. You shift your hips, letting yourself fall into his chest, holding him tight. You shifting on his cock doesn't go unnoticed by the sound of that groan. He just holds you a little tighter.

"You really want this? Look at me and tell me you want this." He pushes you up and holds your shoulders so that you can look up at him. You whimper as you get dug into his cock a little more. Oh god do you want this.

"Please, Dan, I want this so bad. Pleaseeee! Please Dan, please give me your cock - this is all I want I swear!" You plead again. You grind yourself down on his clothed sex, wanting so much more than a few kitten touches from those big hands of his.

He smiles as a groan escapes. He moves and pushes you down on the bed, pushing your panties down somewhere in the process. His hands come up to your waist, sitting there as he looks in your eyes. You both want this, it'll be fine. One hand goes to cup your cheek, the other stays at your hip, making circles as he goes down to kiss you.

You sigh into the kiss, letting his hands roam your body. You feel his knees spreading your thighs apart, letting your glistening cunt front the cold air of the room. You whimper a little at the shock it brings you.

His mouth makes its way down to your neck, leaving multiple wet bruises there. You're his, your dad will surely know. You whimper for other reasons now.

One knee has come in and moved to your cunt, letting you lighty grind on it. Your wetness makes his knee an easier surface to hump as you add more force to it, just wanting to curb your need for him. He smiles at your huffs and whimpers, letting you work yourself up for him. 

He moves down to take one breast into his mouth, one hand coming up to tease the other. You moan a little louder than you should, arching your back into his grasp. You can feel his smile as he goes to nip at your breast. 

His other hand is roaming a little further than just your hip, now moving up and down your sides, petting your thigh and then cupping the side of your breast and down again. He switches which breast he smothers, letting the other now get pinched. 

You feel the coil wind a little tighter. You feel your cunt getting wetter and wetter. You’re sliding on his knee so much that you lose your rhythm, having to find it again. 

He quits abusing your breasts and moves down to your abdomen, placing a trail of kisses down to your womb. He’ll be buried deep in there in no time. 

During this his knee has moved back to allow him to continue kissing you. You whimper as your one source of friction is taken away, the coil cooling down. 

“Shhhh, shhh baby girl, you’ll be fine” He grunts out. He moves to take his boxers off, letting you see the monster he’s been hiding. 

His cock springs to life out of his boxers, resting red and angry on his chiseled abdomen. His cock is weeping precum, begging to be pummeled into someone's little pussy. That someone is you. That someone has been you for years. He smiles down at you as he once again moves down to start stretching you open.

He moves down and latches on to suck on your clit, letting two fingers easily slip into your loose hole. You can’t help but moan at finally getting real attention to your cunt. You can feel him smile into your skin at the sounds you’re making. A third finger slowly makes its way in, stretching you a little more now. 

You can’t get enough of his large, callused hands. They just feel so good in your cunt, like your little pussy was made for his fingers! You can’t help yourself when he starts nipping lightly at your bud, you start trying to fuck yourself on his fingers. You whine and moan loudly as you start pushing down on his fingers, wanting something, anything more than what he’s already giving you. He pulls his fingers out and takes his mouth away.

“What? Dad-Dan, Dan why? I was so close!” You whine as he licks his fingers. He smiles at your taste. 

“Daddy, huh? You’re really digging the nail in the coffin if your dad finds out.” He smirks, slapping your puffy pussy a few times, drinking in your quiet gasps. He gives you no time to relax or come down before he’s back between your legs, but this time his fingers on your clit and his tongue in your hole. You shudder a little at the wetness and beg him to use his tongue more.

He drags his tongue from the bottom of your folds straight up to his fingertips, letting his tongue lightly part your folds. He sucks lightly on one fold before going to the other. He goes back down to start again, doing this two or three more times. 

You’re whining, so close to crying. He’s been teasing you for so long now, the coil in your stomach is so tight that when it unravels it’ll hurt someone. 

“Please, please daddy, please give me more! Please I’ve been a good girl, please ple-” You get cut off by a moan as he shuffles around to put his fingers back in you, three going in now, and circle around your clit at a much faster pace. You squeal as his fingers, in tandem with the speed of his tongue, find your g-spot. You’re not gonna last much longer at this rate.

“Oh, oh god daddy, don’t stop! Please don’t stop! I, I’m gonna cum!” You squeal as he lightly nips at your clit again. You feel his smile as his fingers repeatedly touch your g-spot. 

“You can cum baby girl, cum for daddy.” He groans out as your orgasm finally washes over you. You Moan a little as your thighs shake and you squirt over his fingers. Your clit convulses a little in his mouth. He sucks lightly as he continues to coax your orgasm from you. You sigh a little as his fingers and mouth slow down. He takes his fingers out and moves his mouth away again. 

“God you taste good, baby girl. So good for me, too.” He smears a bit of your juices on your clit and puffy folds, watching you shudder at the lightning that comes from his touch now. 

“Think you can do more, baby? Think you can take daddy’s cock?” He asks as he takes what’s left of the juices on your fingers and licks them clean. You spread your legs apart and let him look at your abused pussy.

“Please daddy, please fuck me!” His cock is leaking on his abdomen, still red and angry. You want it so bad.

“I don’t know baby, you don’t sound like you want it. What do you want? Tell daddy what you want from him.” He asks as he makes his way up to kiss you. He tastes like you. He smells like you. He’s yours.

“Daddy!” You whine, he knows what you want - you want him to fuck you, pound you silly, breed you full. Doesn’t he get that?

“Oh, nothing? I guess we stop here baby girl. It was fun.” He smirks as he makes his way down to your neck again. 

“No, daddy, I, I want you to fuck me silly! I want your cock, I need your cock, please daddy! Daddy please breed me! Please make me yours!” You whine, his smile evident on your skin. He pulls up and away, moving himself into position to fuck you.

“There, was that so hard? All you had to do was tell daddy what you wanted from him!” He coos as he guides his tip to your clit. He uses his precum and your juices to slick himself up. All you feel is pleasure and pain, all you want is more. 

His tip parts your folds, slowly going up and down your cunt. You shiver as he makes it up to your clit and sigh as he circles your hole. 

“Uhm, daddy?” You begin to ask. You look nervous again.

“Yes baby girl? What’s wrong? Do you not want this?” He looks almost as nervous now. 

“No, I do, I do want this. I don't want this to stop! It’s just, that, uhm, you know, it’s like, my first time?” You sound scared. Is he going to stop now?

“Oh, baby girl. It’s okay dear. I’ll go soft. Tap my chest three times if you want me to stop, okay?” You agree to his suggestion, tapping three times to demo for him. He smiles at you. 

He slowly brings himself to your entrance again, lightly pushing against it. His fingers made you loose, so he watches as you suck him in, groaning at the sight. You moan loudly at the feeling. 

“Daddy’s making you feel good, yeah? Just wait baby girl, daddy’ll make you feel so good.” He whispers against the shell of your ear. You whimper at the feeling of getting fuller and fuller. It’s so good, so warm, so full of pleasure there’s almost no pain. 

He finally bottoms out, with a small groan leaving his lips as he feels his groin connect at your cunt. He feels your walls squeezing around him deliciously, making it hard to concentrate. You two sit there for a second, letting you acclimate before he starts again.

“You’re such a good girl, baby, so good for me. So warm, so wet. Making daddy feel so good, y’know that right?” He groans out. He leans down to nip at your neck again, looking at the bruises he’s already left. You hum at his comment. You can’t do much else, he has you so dumbed down for him already. He just does that to you.

After a few more seconds, you find yourself grinding down on his cock, wanting more friction. You whimper at the loss of it, wanting more now. You feel him start to slowly pull out, almost all the way, before sliding back in. His rhythm is slow but strong, you feel him hitting your sweet spot almost immediately. You moan every time he hits it.

“Daddy, daddy, please go faster! Please!” You cry out, wanting more from him. You feel him start to pick up in speed, his light touch to your sweet spot becoming an insistent prodding. You lurch forward and latch onto his back, digging your nails into the muscle. Your legs wrap around his hips as he drills into you harder, shaking the bed. The tighter position adds a new pressure to you, making you cry out louder. 

His pace is brutal, you can’t catch your breath, your stomach is coiling up again. You start crying tears of pleasure, you’re so close to cumming again. You just need his fingers, just need something on your clit, just need your daddy’s big fingers.

“Daddy, please, I’m gonna cum!” You squeal out. He slides a hand down in between the two of you to rest his thumb on your clit. You gasp as he starts making rough, fast circles around it, your wetness making it easy for his thumb to move. 

“Oh, god, Dan! Fuck!” You cry as you cum a second time. You feel the coil snap and your walls tighten. You feel yourself squirting around his cock, lubing him up more to continue. His balls slapping against your skin sound even more lewd now with the wetness. You cling to him tighter as he doesn’t slow, only pound in harder. You whimper as you feel the coil winding up again.

He groans louder as your orgasm washes over you, feeling your walls tighten around him only makes him drill into you harder. He moves to leave more marks on the crook of your neck, Biting roughly and leaving a trail of saliva between each one. 

As you feel the third orgasm begin to build, you feel his hips stutter, his rhythm break. He’s getting close, too. You dig your nails in deeper, leaving claw marks down his back. 

“Fuck baby girl, making daddy feel so good. Gonna stuff you full pumpkin, make you mine.” He grunts as his thrusts lose more rhythm, becoming more like wild thrusts. His finger on your cunt starts up again, making you whine loudly. 

His hips snap once, twice, three more times before you feel his seed painting your walls white. You moan loudly as you spurt whatever you have left in you on his cock, whimpering at being full. You feel warm. 

He sighs and breathes in your smell, your strawberry scented lotion and that tea tree shampoo and conditioner set you use. He rolls onto his back with you still on him, your arms moving to wrap around him and your legs near his. He pets your hair as the two of you come down.

“How long have you wanted to call me daddy?” He whispers as he kisses the crown of your head. 

“Probably since I was 15, I don’t know, whenever I started masturbating.” You mumble against his skin. You smile as you feel his cock twitch inside you, feeling him rut up once or twice to keep his cum inside you. 

The two of you fall asleep, him still buried deep inside your cunt, you still held on his chest. You sigh as you fall asleep to the smell of his cologne.

The first words you hear when you wake up are “Fuck” and some other mumbled obscenities. You don’t stir or open your eyes, hoping to hear what’s going on. 

That is until you feel him slowly rutting into your used pussy. 

“Fuck yeah, baby girl, fuck, so good for me” You hear him mumble. You can’t hold in the whimper as you cling to his chest. He stills.

“You up, pumpkin?” He whispers into your hair. You whimper again, the soreness setting in. Fuck that, you want daddy’s cock again. You grind against his hard cock still inside you, letting his precum be lube for the moment as you get wet.

“Morning, baby.” He kisses your forehead as you lift your head up to look at him. You see the light filtering in, the storm must’ve passed. He slides his thighs up and props your back against them, getting a look at your soft body. This position is strange feeling - so deep, but so much more open. You can't curl up into his body and scratch up his back, can’t wrap your legs around his hips and let him take control. Sure, you could fall back into his grasp and let him use you like a fleshlight, but he would just prop you back up - he wants to look at you.

His hands roam up and down your sides, slowly moving inward. One moves up to cup your breasts, playing with one then the other. The other goes down to your womb, where he can just see the outline of his cock in you. He pushes down, eliciting a moan from the both of you. 

You start to slowly grind your pussy down on his lap, letting your wetness make itself known with the soft squelches that it makes as you move forward and backward. You whimper at being full, at being on top. He slides his hands down to sit firmly on your waist, grabbing you. He wants to guide you. 

As he pulls up, he wants you to go up on his cock. Then he lets you sink back down. He helps you up and then lets you push yourself back down. You moan as you start to slide up and down faster, letting his hands just rest on your waist. The squelches from your pussy get louder as you get more force behind your sliding. He groans and sits back, watching your breasts lightly bounce with you, your mouth make a small ‘O’ as you rock down hard enough to hit your sweet spot, and your hands come up, one to your mouth to bite your nails, and the other to play with a nipple. 

He grunts as he grabs your hips again, slamming you down as you start to slow down. You whimper at being full, at being so small compared to him that he can treat you like a fleshlight. As he sets you back on to the rough pace he wants, he shuffles back up so one hand is on the breast you have yet to tease, and the other down to play with your puffy clit. He gathers your slick and uses it to lightly circle your nub, applying the pressure you’ve been wanting. 

You shake a little on his cock, squirting softly as your orgasm hits you like a truck. You feel him start to rut into you, pulling you back down onto his chest so he can hold you through it. You whimper as his pace picks up from a fast pace to a brutal, non-rhythmic pounding. He’s getting close, too.

“Fuck, doll, you’re too good to me. Letting me use you no matter what. Love you pumpkin.” He growls lowly. You whimper as his hips start stuttering.

“Love y’too, daddy. S’much.” Your words still slurred from waking up. He grunts and holds you tight as he empties his balls into you again, warming your insides. You sigh and hold onto his chest tighter, letting both your orgasms wash over you. He starts to play with your hair, planting kisses every now and then. You plant a small kiss or two to his chest. 

The light filtering in is warming you two up on the outside, but both of you are sweating heavily. Your pussy still warm and wet, his cock slowly softening, him still rutting into you every few seconds to drive his seed in deeper.

“What the fuck, Dan!?”

Fuck. Dad came home early.

Guess you don’t have to worry about dad finding out later.

LITTLE GAY PEOPLE IN MY PHONE IM NOT DEAD :3

Sorry for like a four month break in writing. Kinda got writers block, but I mean classes also kinda got in the way. Anyway. So grateful for thanksgiving break rn. Omg I’ve been getting so many mw2 edits on TikTok please don’t be mad I love my hunks of men I call bbgs (maybe that's why I havent written since like July lolz)

Idk why but FASHION has been stuck on repeat for at least two days now, i love the beat. Also the first time i listened to it I was high, soooooooo I thought of this idea when I was high btw so you can thank my cherry flavored edibles for this idea.

Leave a comment or DM me/leave an ask if you have any ideas you want me to write, im open to anything <3

Ty @/magicalboything for the dividers 🤍

#breeding k1nk #monster fuxker marya #Spotify #older man younger woman #oldermen #older daddy #mind break #corruption kink #slight somno #getting caught #first time #first kiss #i havent written in so long #sorry not sorry

[shesacarver]

On November 23rd, 2023, a video titled “ Ned’s Cozy Fireplace - 10 Hours of Relaxing Twenty One Pilots Mixes “ was uploaded to the Twenty One Pilots YouTube channel. I need to talk about it.

This post will be disorganized— as there can’t be much structure to an observation of something non-linear— though points will be ordered from most to least relevant.

OVERVIEW

[ Link to Ned’s Cozy Fireplace ]

For most of the 10 hours, Ned is prominently displayed in his little cave from the Chlorine MV. References to past MVs/items ( the Funko pop is canon…. ) are displayed throughout. The monitor on the far right of the screen will infrequently play videos related to whatever song is currently playing.

TIMESTAMPS & RELEASE DATES

At several points during the video, Ned will wake up, and/or get up and walk away. One of these timestamps stands out: 5:17:00.

At the five hours and seventeen minutes mark, the monitor in the room turns on, and Tyler can be seen in his studio. Ned also opens his eyes.

As others before me have pointed out, 5:17:00 can be read like a date; 5/17, or May 17th. May 17th, 2015 was the release date of Blurryface, making May 17th, 2024 it’s 9th anniversary. Due to the symbolism of the number 9, of Blurryface, and of cycles/“the cycle”, I believe that the next album will release on May 17th, 2024.

NED’S EYE

In the reflection of Ned’s eye, a reflection can be seen:

It appears to be black, white, and blue. None of the colors present in his eye could be reflected from his environment— Everything has undertones of red and purple due to the fireplace, and Chlorine is teal, not defeat-core blue.

The image, I believe, is meant to showcase the blue door. It appears to be opening up from the ground, similar to the way it did during the Icy Tour.

The concept also reflects the Blurryface eye shutting / Trench eye opening teaser.

ANAGRAM

Also discovered by others before me, Ned’s Cozy Fireplace may be an anagram for something bigger, similar to SCALED AND ICY = CLANCY IS DEAD. Several keywords can be plucked out of NEDS COZY FIREPLACE, and one of the strings that can be formed is:

CLANCY SEIZED OR FPE

This may represent an internal question asked by the Banditos, if FPE is taken as Few, Proud, Emotional. They haven’t seen Tyler or the Torchbearer in years, so they’d be unaware of any psychokinetic powers. CLANCY SEIZED OR FPE could essentially be the question of “ How did Clancy destroy Dema? Was he seized by Blurryface, or is he free? Is it one or the other, or is it both?“

‘ JUST LIKE KEONS SED ‘

On the same note as the anagram, a note can be found on screen. It reads:

“ NED, SAW CLANCY N TORCH BERER JUS LIKE KEONS SED. HOPE YOU AR WELL. NED. “

This could be referencing the actual bishop Keons, if he were a secret Bandito-ally ( the term ‘ Rebel Red ‘ from Chlorine may allude to that ), or it could reference The Outside’s MV. The significance of either option has yet to be truly seen.

CONCLUSIONS

I think that Ned’s Cozy Fireplace holds answers to certain questions, but also poses certian questions that will be answered with later releases. I believe that new-content releases will begin in January, and constantly lead up towards a May release date.

#🖊️ #🎤 #good lord #i havent written in so long #i need to get my Neurons Activated #and primed #for when things come out #twenty one pilots #twenty øne piløts #tøp #ned #neds bayou #neds cozy fireplace #scaled and icy #sai #dema #clancy #keons #blurryface

[bechloesupercorp]

"She couldn't be far- right?"

No one wanted to say the truth. Yes. She could be anywhere at this point.

They woken to the convent in utter disarray. Training equipment strewn on the floor in Beatrice's attempts to evade. She'd gotten to the armoury, her bō halfway out of its case, before she'd been overpowered, dragged away, limp, from under her arms.

It had been eight days. the clock was ticking.

--- --- ---

"Mother, the shield has been secured," Sister Dora said, back tense.

They'd all been worried. How could the best of them be taken from their own home? Snatched away, without even alerting the others?

"I will see to it that the Pope is informed," Mother Superion confirmed, cane clicking as they parted ways.

Beatrice. She laid heavy on her mind. Her heart ached. The youngest sister recruited, she'd watched her grow and evolve, but always under a stern eye. She had been too harsh on her. And had failed to protect her in the end.

The door to her office swung open, and she quickly entered, encased in the dark. Lost in her head, she approached her desk, a deep pit of dread in her stomach. Each solitary footstep breaking the silence. Beatrice. Beatrice. Beatrice.

Dark crimson pooled on the floor, staining the tips of her shoes.

"Mother," a weak voice gasped, tearing her from her reverie.

There, sinking deeper into the floor, with half-shut eyes and quick puffs of breath, Beatrice.

The cane dropped from her hand as Mother surged forward, cradling her first charge, "My child," she murmured, her voice breaking. Yelling to her daughters for help as warm blood soaked her habit, pouring out of the limp girl in her arms.

The doors barged open. Lilith, wings and all, eyes tracking the trail of crimson to their huddle under the desk.

Mother shifted at the sound, a pained yelp prying itself from Bea's lips. Fingers brushing over the torn skin of Beatrice’s back. Pursed lips as she gently turns her over, exposing the wound carved into her back, with a sharp breath. Jagged edges. A Halo. "They want it back," Bea coughed, blood spilling from her lips, voice weakening with each spurt, "I want her back too."

#i was gonna send a message in the hurt!bea server and then it devolved into a whole thing instead #i havent written in so long #so take this ig <3 #warrior nun #sister beatrice #hcs #mother superion #lilith villaumbrosia #boink scribbles

[sundaytears]

hey could i get a gus fring x reader? y/n is female and goes by she/her. she’s kind of shy and quiet but also laidback and kind of chill. the plot of the story doesn’t matter to me it can be anything you want. :) tysm if you end up doing it!!

GUS FRING MEETING A LAIDBACK READER!

[ reader uses she/her and is jesse’s partner. she’s also a stoner ]

— “You must be Pinkman’s partner.” Gus states calmly, watching as you sip on your soda.

You lean back against the booth, dragging your finger along the condensation of the chicken restaurant’s cup. “I guess. I just kinda help around when he’s in trouble. I don’t really get paid or anything. Plus, he’s got that bald guy..” You look up to him, “Not that I mind! Jesse’s my man, my bro, you know? I’d do anything for him.”

He straightens out his posture, which isn’t very necessary as he’s always sitting up straight. It’s funny, your contrast. You’re leaning over, hunched as you slurp loudly on your soda. You aren’t sober either, but it could be excused as you being tired.

Gus on the other hand, is wide awake, elbows off the table, giving you his full attention.

“So you’re committed?” He asks, curiosity sparking in his dark eyes. “What do you mean?” You question, pretty confused on what he’s implying.

“It’s good that you’re committed to your boyfriend.”

Your eyes widen and you sit up quickly, furrowing your brows. “Boyfriend? I don’t know if you got that impression, but me and Jesse are like siblings.”

“Oh, my apologies, ma’am.” He’s so formal, it’s almost sickening. “Don’t call me ma’am. I’m not fifty years old.” You grumble. “Why’d you call me here anyway, dude? I got things to do.”

“Well, I’ve heard how reliable you are, and I want to offer you a position at this company. Your official title would be ‘human resources’, but you’d really just help us move out our product faster.” He explains, and you try to take in as many words as possible. Maybe you shouldn’t have packed a bowl before coming here.

There’s a pregnant pause. It’s awkward, and your stare is blank. Gus doesn’t seem to be anxious at all, he’s completely composed and just looking back at you.

“Okay. Yeah, sure.” You shrug, “I don’t really have anything else better to do.”

“Perfect. I expect nothing but excellence.” He grins, but you don’t really smile. You just stare back.

“So, Mr. Fring-” You begin, but he interrupts you, “Please, call me Gus.”

“Okay.. Gus. So like, can I get a refill on this?” You ask, shaking around the empty soda cup, ice clanking around inside of it.

He lets out a quiet sigh, his expression drops as he wonders if you’ll just be another junkie. Yet, he has a feeling you’ll be more.

#I HAVENT WRITTEN IN SO LONG #THIS IS SO BAD LMAO #breaking bad x reader #gus fring x reader #Gustavo fring x reader

[stewiefanumtax]

im writing smth rn

#tdi #total drama #total drama island #ezekiel td #ezekiel tdi #ezekiel total drama #total drama ezekiel #writing #i hate writing #i havent written in so long

[catlokis-blog]

2024 year of the gubby

#cats writing #gubby #hlvrai #dr bubby #gman #ok thats all the tags thsi gets. goot bye #i havent written in so long #nevermind making a post for it #anyway. time to sleep for 1000 year #ao3 #fanfiction

[techni-coloured]

One San Diego Evening 0.1 - Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Pairing: Rooster x Female Reader

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw always has a plan. It may not be well executed, but he always has a plan. 

But with you, he was willing to take a risk. Even if he nearly passed out on your lap after one too many drinks.

TLDR: Rooster meets romcom. That’s it that’s the tweet. 

Part 1 of RomCom!Rooster

Previous Part || Next Part

TW: mentions of alcohol, cursing

*Parts updated biweekly!*

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“Come on, Bradshaw!” Payback shouted. 

The Dagger Squad decided to expand their excursion radius. The Hard Deck was a timeless classic, a hot spot for naval men and women to get together and drink to their hearts’ content. It was an added bonus when someone willingly (or unwillingly, bless Penny Benjamin’s heart for that beloved bell) bought a round.

It was Bob’s suggestion that they try something new. Since the successful mission of the uranium plant, it was a rarity for all of them to get together. They would try to meet up but often end up missing one or two people. In this instance, it was Penny and Maverick. The older couple was currently landing on the island of Hawai’i. 

Penny was told that it was to visit a couple of old pals of her father. Unbeknownst to her, Maverick had a stunning 2-carat gold band tucked into his trusty leather jacket. The Squad was checking repeatedly for any updates to the proposal, whether it would be a surprise or not, but truthfully told, the captain has one of the worst poker faces. The fact it was a secret for this long was an impressive feat. 

So here the group was, scootering along the streets of San Diego aimlessly on electric scooter rentals. Bob was leading the pack, Hangman and Phoenix, with a competitive edge, attempting to catch up, and the remainder of the squad trailing behind. Rooster lagged the most, cursing at the wheels of the device.

“Why on earth did we decide to do this?” Rooster huffed, gripping the handles for dear life. For a man regularly pulling upwards of 7-8 G’s on a somewhat basis, Lime scooters were his worst enemy.

“Someone’s upset he’s falling behind,” Phoenix quipped, pulling up to Bob. For someone wearing chunky heels, she navigated the streets with ease, her glossy brown hair whipping with the wind.

“Or the fact he can’t look as fantastic as me doing it,” Hangman snickered. In true Seresin fashion, the blonde could never turn down an opportunity to show off his Southern roots. A tan Stetson hat perched on his head, and dark brown leather boots peaked out of his blue jeans. 

Rooster rolled his eyes at his friends’ sass. He enjoyed spending time with them, plus, the rest of the world could see him and his ridiculous patterned Hawaiian shirts. Even at 8 P.M., he brought his aviator sunglasses, tucked into the collar of his white tank top.

“Two blocks and it’ll be on your left,” Coyote said, glancing at the directions on his phone with one hand, the other hand steering the scooter. Him and Fanboy were responsible for picking the bars, since they were planning on having everyone bar hop. The night was young, and none of them were getting any younger.

Plus, none of them had work the next day. A full 24-hour recovery for whatever hangover needed to be nursed. Bob made sure to stock the Airbnb’s rental fridge with Pedialyte and Gatorade, ever so prepared. 

A block and a half later, the scooters were parked on a curb a couple of yards from their first destination. Well, most of them. Rooster was muttering angrily because the scooter wouldn’t stay put when he tried to leave it with the rest of them.

“This darn piece of crap!” He mumbled under his breath. Just as he managed to get the transportation device situated, he whipped around to catch up with his pals.

Too quickly one might add, as he collided into you, startled from the sudden movement.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t look where I was going!” You exclaimed, looking up to meet the stranger’s eyes. You were first met with a bushy mustache, a little higher up, chocolate-colored irises. 

His gaze softened, focusing on who he crashed into. The green silk top you wore complimented your skin perfectly, the black leather pants hugging your curves. Even at night, you radiated. Time seemed to slow just a bit.

Rooster was never quick to judge, but he was certain you were one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen. The only other woman on that list was his mother.

“No, I’m sorry, this scooter was the death of me,” He quickly apologized, gesturing to the hell on wheels behind him. “I should’ve paid attention better.”

“Rooster, we go out once, and you’re already embarrassing us!” Fanboy said, suppressing a laugh. He knew how Rooster was eyeing you, and he was planning on teasing him about it later. Payback and Phoenix were thinking the same.

“Oh, is it your guys’ first time around here?” You asked. A phone began to buzz in your pocket, and you reached to pull it out. 

Rooster nodded. The rest of the squad moved closer to the two of you to be included in the conversation. 

“How lovely!” You glanced at the rest of his friends. You pointed to the bar a couple of yards away. “This is one of the best bars in the city. They don’t skimp out on alcohol either.”

“See, Fanboy,” Coyote shot the WSO a smug look. “Yelp never lies.”

“I have to take this call,” You gestured to your buzzing phone. “But perhaps I’ll see you inside. Again, I’m so sorry for bumping into you, I hope you guys enjoy the rest of your night!

And you were off. The group collectively gave a wave, while you made a beeline for the entrance.

His eyes followed you as you walked in.

He wished he got your name.

#rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fic #rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #rooster top gun #top gun x reader #top gun maverick #natasha trace #jake seresin #pete maverick mitchell #maverick fluff #rooster fluff #romcom rooster #bob floyd #phoenix #hangman #bob is my scooter king #miles teller #i havent written in so long #pls help

[im-a-marvel-ous-hoe]

Falling For You | Bucky Barnes (2nd Day of 🎄)

(Credits to the owner of this gif!)

Hiya! It’s our 2nd day of Christmas! Let me just quickly say thank you for the love on the previous fic! 🥹🩵 I hope y’all like this one!

Christmas Masterlist <- check out my other holiday fics! ✨

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“You know, just to.. put it out there. I haven’t ice skated in a long time.” Bucky said while strapping on his ice skates. I took a quick glance at the rink and couldn’t stop the smile forming on my lips as I heard laughter coming from Steve and Peggy as he tried to find his balance. His cheeks were tinted pink as laughter escaped his lips as he slipped for the second time tonight. “Really?” I asked as he nodded. “Yeah, Steve was a pretty skinny kid and would constantly get sick, but he always insisted on doing stuff like this back then, even if he slipped and got hurt.”

“Wouldn’t that have been dangerous for him?”

“Hey, we were kids and he was my friend. Who was I to say no to him? Plus, he turned out okay. Just look at him!” We turned our attention back to the rink and saw Peggy laughing at him while he was trying to hold himself up and grabbed onto the rails to keep himself from falling once again. I chuckled as Bucky tried to cover up his smile by bringing his gloved hand up to his face.

He cleared his throat and turned to look at me. “I used to fix him up before I got him home. Luckily, my ma had bandages and treated Steve like her own. She was always doting on me for not taking better care of him, but I did the best I could. Other kids weren’t the nicest when Steve was around, but he never let that stop him from wanting to have fun. When it would get too much, I would protect that kid with everything I had.” He slowly stood up and stood in front of me, holding his hands out for me to take. I grabbed onto his hands as he lifted me up so I could stand.

“Were you a good skater?”

“Uhh..” He chuckled. “I’m – I’m okay but ya just gotta remember what I said earlier. I haven’t skated since the 20’s so I might be a little rusty. So if I fall, that’s why.” He joked as I rolled my eyes playfully. “Of course it is, James, but just know that if you fall, I’ll be there to help pick you up.”

“Why thank you doll – ”

“After I’m done laughing.”

His mouth was agape as he just stared at me as I stood there smiling at him. “If I fall, I’m dragging you down with me.” I gasped and lightly punched his shoulder. “You better not!” He reached his hand up to my beanie and fixed it so it rested more comfortably on my head. “There ya go. Much better.” He smiled.

We wobbled our way closer to the rink where we could see Sam with his date skating away as Steve and Peggy tried to keep up. I stepped onto the ice and slowly slid away, giving him enough room to get on with me. He stood there for a moment and shook off his nerves.

“Pfft, I can do this. No problem.” He held onto the rail and slowly skated across. I held out my hand towards him and he took it, gripping on for dear life. His legs stayed completely still as I slowly brought him closer to me. “See? I just have to get used to it, that’s all. Nothin’ to it.” I laughed as we slowly skated along the rails, waiting to see when he felt comfortable on his own without holding on as much.

His legs began sliding back and forth as he tried to find his footing. His left arm linked with mine while his right would occasionally lift above the rails, but stayed close enough incase he slipped. “You got it, baby?” He nodded and huffed out. “Yeah, and even if I don’t, I have you here with me.”

“Oh hell no! You better let go of me if you’re about to slip!” I laughed and he held tighter to my arm. “Nope, so you better make sure that..” He mentioned over to Steve who had just fallen and is now trying to get back up. “Doesn’t happen to us.” He smiled at me and I shook my head laughing. “Don’t be trying to put all the pressure on me! You said you were a good skater. Am I to assume that was just you talking out of your ass when I brought up this idea for a triple date?”

“No! I am a perfectly fine ska – whoa! Did you see that?” He said as he saw someone showing off their sweet skating skills by doing fancy spins and tricks. His eyes were gleaming with awe as they skated away like nothing. “That was so beautiful!” I exclaimed. They turned to me after hearing my comment, bowed and gave us a smile.

“You wanna see something cool?” I asked Bucky as he turned to look at me. “Sure, doll. Whatcha got?” With his hand still held in mine, I gained a little speed and went in front of him and began skating backwards, a cocky smile on my face as he smiled and rolled his eyes. “Showoff.”

“I’m tellin’ you, baby. Ice skating isn’t that – ” Before I could finish my sentence, I bumped into someone and stopped skating for a moment. “Oh! My bad! I wasn’t – woah!” Bucky couldn’t grab onto the rails and stop in time, causing the both of us to fall on the ice with me on top of him.

“Oomf!” He groaned out as I looked up at him. His hand laid protectively on my waist while the other was above his head. He blinked and glanced down at me, now realizing how close we are to each other. We just lied there looking at each other for a few seconds before he spoke up. “I guess you could say I… fell for you.”

I laughed at his horrible joke and placed my hand on his chest, trying to get up. “You’re such a dork. You didn’t stop in time!”

“It’s my fault? You were the one who decided to skate backwards!” He smiled. “That’s beside the point! I had that under control.” I laughed as I wobbled trying to stand. “Oh, under control. Riigghhtt.” He chuckled and looked up at the person we bumped into, getting ready to apologize and stopping himself before he could say anything. Sam stood there with a smirk and raised eyebrow, getting ready to tease the life out of his friend who clearly had trouble balancing on his own.

“You doin’ alright there, Tinman?”

“Doin’ just fine, Samantha.” He laughed and shook his head, looking back at the woman next to him. “You alright, baby?” She nodded as Sam held his hand out towards Bucky and helped lifted him up. “Hey, if you ever need lessons, Leila here would be very happy to help you out.” She turned to him and playfully hit his shoulder. “Oh shut up! Leave the poor man alone.” She chuckled.

“Yeah! Buck is the best skater I know!” Steve chimed in from behind us while laughing, Peggy holding onto him in case he were to fall again. Which.. we all know that’s bound to happen. “He taught me everything I know.”

“I can tell.” Leila hit him on his shoulder once again as he snickered. Bucky dusted the ice off himself as his cheeks were pink with embarrassment. “Uh, Steve.. m – maybe we don’t bring that up.” I chuckled as I brought my hand to the side of his face and brought it closer to my lips and placed a kiss on his cheek. I could hear Sam whistle while the rest of the group cheered as I pulled away as Bucky couldn’t stop a smile from forming on his face.

“C’mon, before you can call yourself the best ice skater in our group, you gotta work on your balance.” I slightly pushed his chest so he could slide backwards as he immediately grabbed onto the rail. “Hey!” Laughing, I started skating away as he went to chase after me. “Oh you’re gonna get it when I catch up to you!” He yelled after me as I turned my head to look at him with a smile on my face.

“Eventually!”

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Maybe I'll be able to finish that jaydick mommy kink story today hmmm

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having a story idea versus actually having to write it update: i actually started writing it???? updated update: i stopped again

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Writing a Suresh fic with a black MC. Sort of an AU with lots of inspo from the season 5 plot.

Would anyone be interested in reading it? 🥺

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