#i mean i knew i was going to but o sweet baby jesus thank fuck for this movie bc it brought 13 year old back from the dead

[butimjustaliar]

"Hello, Hi? oh, great. is this Suzanne Collins? it is? no, my name is not of importance, but may i, perchance, kiss you on the lips?"

#i just watched tbsas an o my lord goodness gracious i may not be religious but i do want to take a moment to thank god for blessing me #i loved it! #i mean i knew i was going to but o sweet baby jesus thank fuck for this movie bc it brought 13 year old back from the dead #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #suzanne collins #she's so mother #hostmblr

[carolmunson]

must be a kind of blind love

(older!modern!eddie - interlude blurbie) orange colored sky setlist

a/n: wrote this little older!eddie blurbie in honor of me needing glasses. my birthday is tomorrow so consider this an early present from me. this doesn't have to fit in order of any time line, it's just cute and fluffy. however, there are some exciting revelations in here.

tw: references to smut, foul language, otherwise pretty tame. idiots in love.

"Yyyyell-o." "You gotta stop answering the phone like that, Ed."

"It's how I always answer the phone, baby -- it's like a muscle memory."

"Ooh, muscle memory, big word for you," you chuckle, you can hear him click clacking against his keyboard on the other end, "You busy?"

"Not too busy, you okay?" he asks, the click clacking slows down to a stop, you hear the roll of his desk chair and some shuffling, the sound of an iPhone being unplugged from his computer.

"So um, I just left the doctors..."

"Okay before you finish what you're saying, I need you to never start a phone call with 'I just left the doctors...' fours days after we had sex," he interrupts, "We clear on that?"

You laugh, it's hearty and bubbly, enough to calm him from the heart racing 'what ifs' running through his head, "Yes, we're clear -- but you knew I had this doctor's appointment!"

"I know, but still -- how'd it go? Everything good?"

"Well..." you start, "It was an eye doctor appointment, like, an optometrist."

"I know what an optomestrist is, baby girl," he says sweetly, "But thank you for clarifying."

"Anyway I went and got my eyes check and uh..." you trail off, not wanting to say it. You can hear the low giggle coming from his throat, practically see the smile in his next sentence.

"Aw, you need glasses, don't you, peach?" he smirks into his question, heading down the metal staircase into the kitchen to refill his coffee cup.

"Yeah," you say poutily, "And now my eyes hurt cause they did dialysis on my eyes I mean -- dialated my eyes, whoops."

"I would hope they didn't perform dialysis on your eyes, jesus," he still can't hold back his gruff giggle, "Is it bad? What's your perscription?"

"I think it's honestly just an astigmatism? But better safe than sorry," you explain, "Don't make fun of me."

"Oh baby, I'm gonna make fun of you," Eddie pops the mug into the microwave, "Now you know how I feel every time you tell me to put my glasses on. Not fun gettin' old, is it?"

"You make it look pretty fun," you shrug, walking over to the train. The printed out paper with your perscription on it is blinding outside, the white glaring into your dilated pupils, "Fuck that's bright."

"I'm almost done with work for today, you wanna just come to mine?" he asks, "We can go look for frames for you."

"You're gonna be mean," you complain, "I don't like when you're mean."

"I won't be mean, I promise."

"Do you want me to come over?" you ask.

He bites his tongue, wanting to reply with a snappy 'Would I have invited you if I didn't?' but he can tell you just need the reassurance.

"I'd love to see you," his voice warm honey while it drips into the receiver, "Of course I want you to come over. You getting on the train?"

"Yeah I'm like, maybe twenty minutes way," you smile.

"Well then I'll see you in twenty, okay?" "Okay."

He spends the first couple minutes teasing you when you get in to get it out of his system, peppering you with kisses when your fake pout gets too cute for him. Eddie gives you his glasses to try on but you squint.

"These are too blurry," you shake your head, scrunching your nose in a way that has him melting.

"Well that's cause my visions a little worse than yours," he shrugs, plucking them off your face by the bridge and popping them onto his own.

"I think your glasses are nice," you shrug, "They make you look handsome."

"Handsome, huh?" he quirks a brow, "I think they make me look like my uncle. He's like, 74."

"You don't look 74," you roll your eyes.

"No?"

"No, babe," you say sweetly, tilting your head when you look at him, "You look at least 72."

He clicks his tongue and puffs out a breath, "How did I know?"

"You love it," you smirk, kissing his cheek and then the tip of his nose.

"Yeah, yeah, I love it," he nods along, tilting his head up to kiss your lips. He pulls you in close to him, taking a seat on one of the barstools at the kitchen island where you stand between his thighs.

Yeah, yeah, I love it. I love you. I think I love you.

"When your eyes feel a little less blurry you wanna look for some frames?" he asks, noses touching. You nod, feeling safe in his hold, eyes fluttering closed when he kisses your cheek. Eddie's full lips kiss from your cheek to your jaw, to the top of your neck -- implying all the ideas he has in mind to pass the time.

"We can fool around if you want," he asks against your skin, "That sound good to you, four eyes?"

You groan into a laugh, shoving him lightly off you, "Fuck you."

Laughing in the kitchen together is his new favorite past time.

Cat-eye, round, square, wire-rimmed, low brow -- there's too many options. You chew on your lower lip looking at the walls of frames, trying to not get in the way of other people while they grab pairs to try on in the brightly lit mirrors.

"Where do I even start?" you ask yourself, feeling Eddie close behind you. His hand presses against your mid back, leading you over to a wall that doesn't have people crowded around it. It gives you a moment to breathe, he rubs your shoulder as it relaxes.

"What types of sunglasses to you normally wear?" he asks, "That's a good place to start."

You had a few fake pairs of Raybans, a couple cat-eye frames from when you were in your early twenties. One pair of rimless glasses from a 90s party that you don't totally hate. You reach for the Wayferer shaped ones, wire rim bottom and flat top -- you find it accentuates your brows in a way that isn't quite right. They sit uneven on your face.

"These are awful," you mumble, taking them off.

"No they're not," he assures. He grabs a few pairs that are sort of ridiculous just to get you laughing -- big wild pairs with bright colors, a pair of transition lens aviators that look straight out of a serial killer movie, exaggerated cat eye lenses that he said his great aunt would've worn in the 80s. He heals every tease with a gentle kiss to your temple or forehead just over the bridge of your nose.

Eventually he starts looking at sunglasses for himself while you gain the confidence to go for it on your own. It's not lost on him when some of the ladies who work there come over to see if he needs help that they're flirting, and to be fair, he's never one to not indulge. You catch his eye in an opposite mirror where he gives you a wink -- he blushes when you roll your eyes in return.

You finally think you've settled on a pair you like, one that surprises you. Thin wire rimmed, brushed gold, they sit slightly round over your face, dipping a bit onto the tops of your cheeks. They don't accentuate whatever is happening with your brow line, they almost feel like they're supposed to be there. Your next thought sounds like your mom in your ear -- They go with everything!

You push your hair back, seeing if you'll still like them with your hair out of the way and down again. You snap a picture -- well, you snap a few. You don't hate it.

"Hey," you call out, tapping on his shoulder when you get behind him, "What do you think?"

Eddie turns, smoothly taking off the new sunglasses he was considering, "Lemme see."

"Oh honey," he coos, "Oh my god you look like a sweet little secretary."

"Stop," you laugh, heat hitting your cheeks at his praise. "Gotta get you a type writer so you can come work for me," he eggs on playfully, "You can screen all my calls. Maybe earn some over time..."

"Don't be annoying," you chide, slapping at his arm when he snakes it around you.

"No, peach you look so sweet," he gushes, "Really."

"I don't look like a nerd?" you ask, looking into the mirror again.

"Of course you do," he confirms, "But that's what I like about them. Plus, they go with everything."

"We'll be like twins," you say with a nudge, "Yours are sort of like this but silver."

"You're right," he nods, "Look at that, nerds in love."

He gives you a quick kiss -- but both of your hearts sink when the weight of what he says hits both your ears. Nerds in love.

In love.

In love.

You hear him swallow and you do the same. There's a jitter to both of you after, like both of you are pretending to not have heard that sentence. Like it didn't happen.

"So you like these ones?" he asks, voice cracking like a teenager. He clears his throat before flagging over one of the women who offered to help him before, "Can we uh, can we get these set up with her prescription?"

The woman's smile is dazzling, perfect for retail -- you'd buy anything she told you to buy. She takes the pair in your hand and goes to work, calling you both over to the iPads by the check out desk to get the order in. Your heart hammers while you make your way over.

"Ed, I don't even know how much those cost," you say under your breath.

"It doesn't matter," he mumbles back, "You're not paying for 'em."

"Ed," you protest, "No." You shake your head, the serious look on your face makes his chest hot with embarrassment.

But he's quick, he's a loverboy for a reason, "Just think of it as insurance for all the jokes I get to make at your expense. I'm earning my right to bully you by buying them."

"You're so dumb," you huff, taking his hand while he reaches out to you to place your order.

"You love it."

"Yeah, yeah, I love it."

I love it, you think, I think I love you.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfiction #older!eddie #older!eddiemunson

[tteokdoroki]

ok but if u went into heat at work, alpha + coworker!kirishima / bakugou wld get u right in the break room. sends u home w a cunt full of cum to hold u over ‘til he gets off <3333

— the break room + eijirou kirishima.

warning(s): smut, mdni 18+, a/b/o dynamics, heat cycles, omega!reader, alpha!kirishima, overstimulation, slightly mean!eijirou, afab!reader thank u sem ily mwah !!

“i…oh fuck, ohh fuck—‘m sorry, s-so sorry about this. fuck you’re so…ngh…tight.”

you don’t know why kirishima’s apologising, it’s your mess (quite literally) that got you here in the first place— your slick had been running down your inter thighs all afternoon, barely concealed by your short pencil skirt and you’d made no effort to hide it either. your heat had hit you like a truck, perhaps you’d missed a suppressant or two between the stress of meetings and project deadlines, and you knew the alphas dotted around your block could smell you, practically taste you, drooling into the crotch of your panties like it was nobodies business.

it’s usually taboo for alphas to turn their head’s towards unclaimed omegas… no matter how tempting the prize of a sticky, ripe and breedable pussy is, and kirishima is usually a good guy… usually so respectful but you just smelt so overwhelming and so needy and that’s how you end up plastered over a table in the corner of the break room. “‘m not usually like this…oh shit, baby don’t squeeze. please.” your back is sticky, you’re sure if you arched it, the paint from the desk would peel away with it. the alpha, big, red haired and strong pushes your knees deeper into your shoulders with every thrust, cock throbbing every time you flutter around him. “just…you smell so good, fucking…dripping. across. the damn. office floor— fuck!”

kirishima let’s out a low and frustrated growl, punctuating each of his words with harsh thrusts of his hips against your abused cunt. you’re so fucking wet down there, so sweet for him, like your hole is eijirou’s saccharine prize after half a days work— his honey dipped reward for him to drown in after slaving away all day. you watch his nice guy resolve start to crumble, your reliable coworker letting his biological instincts take over as he bends you in ways in which you didn’t know you could go and forces the fat tip of his cock against your g-spot, sending your pretty eyes rolling back into your skull.

“‘m so sorry baby, really…jesus. really i am,” he drawls, slurring over the saliva that pools on the pallet of his tongue; filthy words oozing from between his lips and smearing across your skin in sloppy kisses almost as ruined as your cunt as kirishima pounds away at your puffy soaked folds. “but you shouldn’t be walkin’ around like that… the wrong kinda guy could have taken advantage of you. yah…ya wouldn’t want that, would you? good thing ‘m here…”

eijirou flops down on you, bites at your neck close to where he could make you his forever and smiles as the omega beneath him reaches up to wrap their arms around his neck— clinging onto him because it makes you feel safe, because he makes you feel good. you’re so cute, trembling and on the verge of tears as your sweet little pussy gushes out against his swelling cock— near forcing him out of your snug hole that he carves his name into.

“awww, you cummin’ again little one, g-god, ‘m sorry i didn’t.., should have taken you sooner…i let all those other alphas even look at you.”

your breath hitches, a whine bubbling on your messy lips, juices pouring down your inner thighs. “‘m sorry mista kirishima… won’t happen again…oh god! eiji!” you cry, locking your legs behind his head as they sit high on his shoulders— he’s so broad he could split you apart if he moved. kirishima reaches deep, stretching you out for the shape of him, making sure the little omega beneath him cums a third time. you can feel how slick your bodies are while they move together— his precum forming a thick white ring at the base of his shaft, balls slapping against your ass and grinding against your swollen clit and you can’t stop cumming. “eijirou..s’too much—!”

with your lower stomach burning, the knots within it still burning the more you squirt along the break room floor— kirishima slowing his hips to a grind, pulling what he can out of you to soothe the heat that burns through all of your thoughts. he thinks he’ll torture you like this a little longer, take advantage of his alpha strength and keep you pinned to his cock on this table right up until your break ends and he can send you back to work with your slick panties full of his cum.

he’ll keep you nice and scented and all his from then on.

#tteokdoroki #kirishima smut #kirishima x reader #kirishima thirst #bnha smut #bnha thirst #💒. user sem #[ exe. princess of softness ] #🖇. moots #💌. you’ve got mail #tw: a/b/o

[hellfire--cult]

Baring Teeth {Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader} - Ch. 6

Picture for Banner: pitifulbaby

Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU, Mechanic!Eddie

Warnings: Ab*se, Violence, Mental Health, Cursing, Smut (mild), treat it as a normal Enemies 2 Lovers book, but the A/B/O dynamic will appear at some point. Trauma, manipulation, dirty talk, omegaverse topics.

Crossposted on: Wattpad & AO3

A/N: All comments and reblogs help with the engagement, I appreciate every single one! ❤️I cannot thank you enough for all the follows and new people I met on here, you're all too sweet, and hopefully I can introduce you to this trope as soft as possible! Also, should I put this down as Mature category? Or do I just do that on the chapters that will contain one of the warnings above? I am new to posting on Tumblr, so I don't know how to do much of the interaction and engagement here!

Anyways, Enjoy!

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Chapter 6

“He’s not coming again?” You heard Nancy exclaim angrily as she took her phone out and started typing away with her fingers. You bit your lip nervously as you side eyed Robin and whispered to her.

“I can leave, I mean, I already had drinks with you guys yesterday–” Steve heard you from across the table and shook his head and then directed his head towards Nancy.

“He is a big boy. She seems to have bigger balls than him because she actually dares to face him after their fight.” A sense of pride surged in your chest, but honestly you dreaded Eddie's appearance. You could always ignore him, and that’s what you planned to do in case he did show up, but for the second night in a row, he didn’t, and you knew it was because of you.

“I know! That’s why I am trying to make him come down here!” Nancy spat as she stared at the phone and let out a loud scoff, slamming it face down, her eyes going directly to you. “You are not going anywhere, if he wants to be a baby, so be it.” You were actually surprised that Nancy was taking your side, as well as Steve, who were the closest with Eddie. 

“But, I mean, I can risk a night out–” And that’s when Robin stopped you from talking, swaying her beer around with a frown in her face.

“Don’t. He has to put the big boy panties on at some point.” You looked down at your beer and sighed, taking a sip of it. You were all sitting in the same booth as you always do, and the reason for going out for drinks two nights in a row, was because Jonathan was having anniversary happy hours. His bar opened two years ago, and he is celebrating with a full week of discounted drinks, which was getting him a really big clientele.

“Don’t think too much about it.” Steve says to you and Argyle nods next to him, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yah, that dude can be pretty hard headed when he wants to be. But he always comes around.” He says with a nod and you sigh, looking at him.

“Argy, sweetheart, I don’t know if you remember, but coming around this is not something I am hopeful for or want. We despise each other. I thought that was clear.” You said while looking at Argyle who was smirking while staring at you.

“There is a fine line in between Hate and Love, brochacha.” You winced at that, shaking your head at him.

“Hell no Argyle. The day Eddie Munson and I become friends, it’s because one of us lost their mind, or both.” You explain and it was Robin’s turn to roll her eyes with a giggle in her lips.

“Oh come on, everyone remembers your googly eyes at him when you first met him. Attraction never goes away.” As she was saying that you had the fantastic idea to take a sip out of your beer, only to be spat slightly at the word ‘Attraction’.

“Jesus!” Steve yelped, moving away to not get any beer on his polo shirt. 

“Sorry, Steve, but Robin, what the fuck?” You exclaimed, feeling a certain not in the pit of your stomach start to form. You did look at Eddie that night, it was hard not to, he just simply stuck out like a sore thumb out of the bunch.

“I think the two of you just need to fuck your hate away.” She said this time with another sip of her beer. You knew she was getting drunk now, but to say those things about a man who made your life a living hell the past year? It was too much. 

“I prefer to eat a raw unpeeled sea urchin than think of Munson’s dick, thank you very much.” You said taking a big sip out of your beer. You heard a big sigh on your side as Nancy put the phone down from her ear, and you knew that she listened to an audio message, probably from Eddie. 

Even if your friends were defending your honor basically, you couldn’t help but feel like a nuisance. You felt like you were a splinter, just poking and bothering whenever it pleases. You didn’t want the group to be on bad terms, even if you knew all of them saw Eddie outside these gatherings, you still couldn’t shake the feeling of him being cast aside because of your quarrel. 

Maybe tomorrow you can make up an excuse of not going out with your friends so that Eddie could take your place. Why do you even care about that douchebag? You know he wouldn’t give two shits about you if it were the other way around. 

But you know loneliness too well. So you can’t ignore it. 

Not even for Eddie Munson.

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You had your arms full of papers, walking down the hallways at your workplace, trying to reach your office. Robin had a terrible hangover today, which made you angry as hell because you had a deadline of bringing in your project next week, and you were feeling like you were handling it all by yourself.

“Fucking Robin, stupid alcohol, stupid happy hours–” You were so in your own little word that you didn’t see where you were going, nor the person you just rudely ran into, making your stack of papers fall to the ground. Your ass fell straight to the floor at impact, making you groan in pain, your eyes closed from wincing.

Great, what you needed. A stupid bruise, from someone that was stupidly in the middle of the way–

“Are you okay?” 

Your eyes immediately opened, registering the voice, and slowly looked up. Worried light blue irises were looking at you, inspecting your body as he crouched in front of you. The black leather pants made a creasing sound as he did, and you sucked in a breath when you saw the button up shirt he had on, which had all the buttons on his torso opened up. 

And dear god, he smelled divine.

“I– What?” You were awestruck, taken completely aback by his beauty as he frowned in confusion, tilting his head. Oh, you were making an idiot out of yourself, you had to snap out of it. You had to stop staring! You shook your head to concentrate once more, his words registering in your brain as a deep blush from embarrassment covered you from head to toe. “I– Uh, yeah, I just… Wasn’t looking where I was going.” You say shyly, recovering yourself, kneeling down on the floor to start picking up your papers. 

“No, no. It’s my fault too, I was just standing in the hallway… Got lost again.” You looked up from your papers to see Billy Hargrove smiling slightly at you. He remembers you. Oh god, he remembers you from last time, even if it was a small interaction.

“I should give you a map.” You say, wincing in your head at your poor choice of words, but he chuckled nonetheless and started helping you with the papers.

“Maybe…” He says and you bit your lips as you both got up, helping each other by grabbing your elbows. “Or you can be my guide.” He finished with a soft smirk on his lips. Your eyes slightly widened at that because, was this really happening? Is he flirting with you? Maybe he flirts with every girl he meets, he is a model, he knows he is good looking so of course he might be taking advantage of that.

If there’s anything your life taught you before, was to not be naive, no matter how good looking someone might be, how charming they can be. A pretty face can be a mask for so many lies and secrets that you don’t even want to figure out what it is. 

“Oh, but it’s so close. Just like last time, the floor above you is where you want to go.” He seemed taken aback by your response. Of course he was. Billy Hargrove was used to women becoming putty in his hands as soon as he said the word ‘Hi’ to them. He thought you were another one of those catches of course, by the way you smiled dumbly at him last time he met you. 

‘This one’s easy.’ He thought to himself that day. 

“Well, you see, last time I even got lost on that floor as well, this office is just too big.” He replied to you with a small tug on his face. You looked at the big pile of papers on your hands and back at him.

“I am a little busy at the moment Mr. Hargrove.” You tried to be as polite as possible, even if he was dressed casually, you weren’t even acquaintances. There was no need to call him by his name. He let out a chuckle at that, and you gulped at how manly it just sounded.

“Mr. Hargrove? I’m not a teenager, but I don’t go past my 30's, Doll.” Oh, the nickname made you shiver slightly. You were too weak for nicknames, and as you kept staring at his grin, you remembered how two days ago, you masturbated in his name. Because you imagined him, with you, touching every corner of your skin, pampering you, taking care of you, knowing what you want and what you need. Making you gasp, writhe, whimper and moan his name with every tap, lick, flick, pinch he did to you.

“My name is not doll Mr. Hargrove.” You replied to him, snapping out of your memories, walking past him to avoid him looking at your blush. He’ll certainly know he has you around his finger if you cave in, so you were simply trying to keep your distance. But it seemed someone else had other plans, following you down the hallway. You were wondering what he was up to, reaching your office to finally put down the heavy stack of papers on your desk with a relieved sigh.

“Ah.” He pointed at your door, and there it was, the plaque with your name. He said it with a raspy voice which simply etched itself in the deep of your gut and you won’t be able to ever forget it now. “Pretty name… Doll suits you better.” 

“And why is that?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest and you notice it. Of course you did. The way his eyes went to your chest for just one second, because thanks to your arms, your breasts stuck out now, pushing them up. 

Billy never hooked up with a woman in an office outfit. Never imagined it either. Now, seeing you in front of him like that was making him discover a part of himself he didn’t know of, and that was, that he wanted to lift your skirt up, and fuck you right into the window glass that was in your office. 

“Because you’re pretty, like a doll.” It was a very corny line, you knew it, but you still shifted on your legs, clearing your throat, looking down at the pack of papers. 

“Well, thank you Mr. Hargrove. Like I said, one floor up– What are you doing?”

“You’re in charge of putting together my photos?” He was giving you his back, looking at the board that was in front of your desk. Pictures and texts were all stuck in various places, ideas that formed in your head for how the articles might look best, and eye catching. 

“It’s more than that. I have to make sure everything is detailed for possible investors in the brands you modeled.” He nodded in understanding at that, completely mesmerized at the work. He modeled of course, but he wasn’t the main focus of the articles this time. It was the clothes he was wearing. He looked at all the details she added, the texture, pattern, stitches of the clothing in various zoomed in pictures. 

“I didn’t know there was this much work behind my pictures.” You were looking at his back with a confused frown in your face. Talking like this with him, without knowing one another was weird but also soothing at the same time. He turned around with a smile on his face, looking down at his watch. “Oh, five minutes left for the meeting to start.” 

“Weren’t you running late already?” You said with a smile on your face, a small scoff coming out of your lips which made his eyes bright up at it. He doesn’t like chasing after girls, not at all, but something was drawing him to you, something that interested him for some reason. He walked over to your desk, putting his hands on it in order to lean forward towards you.

“I am not lost, Doll. Just wanted to know your name and maybe something else. A username maybe?” He asked with a smirk to his face and you felt your face heating up at how straightforward he was being. He was asking for your Instagram username. 

“A lie? Why’s that?”

“Let’s just say I was wishing to run into you again.” You bit your lip, deciding to play his game and put your hands on the desk, leaning forward as well, your face inches away from his. Your breaths mixed with one another’s and you felt it.

Tension. 

“Well, I don’t think there is time to give you my information. Your meeting starts right now.” He was looking at you, scanning your face and your features. He slowly said your name, a smirk in his lips as he inhaled your sweet perfume. 

“Cat and mouse, huh.” He said on the low, and your heart was going a mile per minute, butterflies exploding in your belly as he stared into your eyes, your soul, your heart, just everything. He leaned forward, even more, and you held your ground, even if you wanted to shrink away in embarrassment, or nervousness, you kept your head in place. His lips brushed against yours as he spoke once more.

“I can’t wait to catch you, little Mousy.” Your breath got caught in your throat. This guy, this model, this god sent man, who saw you twice in his life, was making you feel so desired, so wanted, so untouchable. He did something that you’ve been wanting someone to do for so long, for a year or more so. 

You just cannot believe it is him the one doing it. 

He pulled away from you with a soft chuckle, saying your name, bidding you goodbye, and leaving your office, closing the door behind him. His perfume lingered in the air, and you finally, finally, could breathe out properly. You held your chest, your hand feeling the rapid thumps that were bouncing under your skin. 

You gulped, feeling your throat completely dry after that exchange. Holy shit, you can’t wait to tell Robin. Oh, thank god Robin wasn’t here today, because she would have totally meddled and fucked that interaction over. 

You started pacing in your office, trying not to smile at how bravely and straightforward he was flirting with you, an office woman, someone totally different to what he is. You were no Kendall Jenner, his ex, or Gigi Hadid, but if someone like him looked at you the way he did today, it was alright to feel… hot. Sexy. Attractive. 

He was an ego booster, that’s for sure, and now you were expectant of your next encounter. Some small part of you was screaming because it was in need of sexual interaction, and it is yelling at you that you should have given your username, even if it was for a one night stand.

But the other part, the one that holds your dignity and pride, wanted to know how far you could go with this. A normal city guy for a one night stand, that’s okay, you don’t care, now when a model, a hot one at that, is bluntly flirting with you, yeah, you’re going to make a feast out of it.

As much as you could.

Because, it was just sex. Right?

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End of chapter 6

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[banannabethchase]

Pulling the Tide to My Body - also on AO3

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Seth comes to visit Mox and he's…different. Seth likes it.

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DON'T LOOK AT ME. Alpha/beta/omega square on my bingo board board (N5) you are done but at what cost. The worst bit of this is it started as my werewolf square but as I was writing I was like, "…this is less werewolfy and more omegaverse? I think?" It's my first time ever writing A/B/O why did I add that square why did I choose to do blackout why do I think this is a good idea. Please let me know if I'm missing any tags, as well! Anyway. What a way to start my morning. Title from Moonlight Magic by Ashnikko.

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Seth was planning on a relatively chill evening. Go to his partner’s work, cuddle up on a locker room couch, watch the matches from backstage. Maybe make out on company time. He figured it would be an easy day.

So imagine his surprise when he pushes open the door to the BCC locker room to find Mox rolling his shoulders and baring his teeth like he’s midmatch.

“Um,” Seth says, freezing as the door clicks shut behind him. “What did you guys do to my boyfriend?”

“Oh, thank god,” Wheeler Yuta says, exhaling. “Seth, we got no clue what happened. We had a trios match with the House of Black and, like,” he gestures to Mox, “well.”

Seth takes in the moment. Mox still hasn’t noticed he’s in the room yet, and then his head snaps up.

“Seth!” Mox says. He runs at Seth, tackling him to crash into the door. "You really are here!"

“Ow, hi,” Seth winces. “Jesus, that can’t have felt good against the belt.”

“You’re here,” Mox says, nuzzling into Seth’s neck, biting down gently. His hands twist around Seth’s championship belt, brushing up against Seth’s stomach. He feels himself blush pink, and Yuta averts his eyes. “Mine is here. I knew it. Hi.”

Seth laughs, a little strained. “Yeah, baby, you knew I was coming.” He looks up to Claudio as Mox’s tongue laves against his neck. “Okay, seriously, what the fuck is going on?”

“We – he went, like, werewolf,” Yuta says. “I think?”

“I have a theory,” Claudio says, looking strange. “Um, the House of Black have -”

“Powers, yeah,” Seth says, grabbing Mox’s hands and pinning them to his sides to keep him from going any lower in front of his friends. “They cursed me once to have flat hair for, like, two months. It sucks.”

“Brody King barks, occasionally, in the ring,” Claudio continues, like Seth never interrupted. Seth resists the urge to roll his eyes. Just like old times. “And Mox stepped up to him while he was attempting to get the crowd involved.”

“Growled right in his face,” Yuta says, and he sounds almost impressed. “It would have been cool if, in that moment, Malakai hadn’t taken the opportunity to kick me in the face.”

“That witchy young lady was saying strange words and wiggling her fingers around.” Claudio frowns. “She must have cast some sort of spell. He now seems,” Claudio pauses, like he’s searching for the word, “more animalistic? As if he has additional senses, almost.” He frowns. “He started saying none of us smelled like ‘his’, whatever that means. He’s clearly been bespelled.”

“Yeah. No shit, Sherlock.” Seth, with the help of Yuta’s arms around Mox’s waist, manages to get Mox off of him. Mox looks up at him with sweet eyes, sitting criss cross on the couch. His fingers don’t leave Seth’s belt, don’t stop stroking Seth’s skin underneath. “How do we make it stop?”

“Are you mad?” Mox asks. He’s fucking pouting, which is baffling. Seth is used to being the one pouting. But it doesn’t feel exactly like Seth’s way of pouting. It feels different. “Please don’t be mad, Seth.”

“I’m not mad,” Seth says, and he’s mildly disturbed by how automatically he reaches out and rubs at the top of Mox’s head. Mox beams at him, then lets his eyes flutter closed. Seth turns to Yuta and Claudio. “Give me back my boyfriend.”

“He’ll be – look, he’ll be better soon, I’m sure,” Yuta insists. “This stuff wears off, right?”

“Does it?” Mox asks. “I don’t want it to.” He leans in, nose pressed to Seth’s stomach. “God, you smell so good. I want to –” Mox pauses and leans back, looking at the other two people in the room, and slowly withdraws his fingers from Seth’s waistband. He stands, and his shoulders are tensed like he’s holding something back. “I’m fine, guys. I’m normal.” He leans in and inhales deeply at Seth’s neck. He shivers, full body, then pulls back. His eyes are blown black. “Uh. I might not be normal.”

“You’re never normal,” Seth says. “But this is different.” He eyes Mox, trying to see if there’s something different in his face, or his eyes. Something that would explain what’s going on. But he can’t find anything out of the ordinary. “You sure you’re not just being extra weird today?”

“I – yeah, but no?” Mox sighs. “There’s this weird, I don’t know, urge in the back of my mind I can’t seem to resist.” He looks at Seth with burning heat in his eyes. “I really need – I feel like…” He trails off, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck. Seth, I feel like I’ve – like – I can’t explain it, but you’re one way and I’m another and I have to fuck you about it.”

Seth flushes pink. “Alright, well, let’s keep it under control around your friends.”

Claudio laughs. “Don’t worry, Seth, this is hardly the first time Mox has been indelicate around us.”

“Indelicate?” Yuta asks. “Are you kidding me? Seth, when you were overseas, we walked into the locker room to find Mox, out in the open, watching your match with his hand on his –”

“Okay,” Mox says, grabbing Yuta by the shoulders. “You and Claudio are leaving while I work this out with my boyfriend, yes?”

“What if you bite him and he becomes a sniffing puppy-man, too?” Yuta asks, poking his head around Mox’s shoulders. “Seth, if you become a dog-man, too, are you guys gonna have puppies?”

“Goodbye!” Mox says, slamming the door. He turns, a heat in his eyes. “Get naked.”

“Alright, down boy,” Seth says. He can’t say he isn’t flattered by the expression in Mox’s eyes, the way it’s clear Mox would like to devour him, soul and flesh, right now. But there’s a lot going on. “Calm down. Tell me more about the urge.”

“You’re really gonna make me – ugh, fine.” Mox sits down, flexing his hands. “We had that match an hour ago, and then, all of a sudden I got this…thing, in the back of my mind. I felt like I didn’t fit in my skin, like everything was too loud and too bright and too…” he trails off and looks up at Seth. “I could smell everyone, Seth. It was bizarre. It was like I could – like I could sense what everyone was doing, almost.” He looks away, biting his lip. “I could tell Hangman and Matt were fucking in the EVP room.”

“Oh.” Seth blinks. “Wow. That’s – a lot. Sounds wolfy to me, though.”

He shakes his head. “Not – I don’t feel like – not exactly? When you got to the venue, I could smell you, from the other side of the place. It was different than the other smells.” He steps up to Seth, pushing him against the door. “I could tell it was something mine.” Mox licks his lips, eyes locked on Seth. “Think you’ll get these powers, too, if I bite you?”

“I mean, I never say no to that.”

Seth finds himself under Mox, gripping at his shoulders, getting the fuck of his life. Mox goes at his neck without mercy, biting down.

“God,” Seth pants, “I kinda like you like this.”

Mox growls as he lets go of Seth’s neck. “Mine,” he says, eyes laser focused. “Mine.”

“Yours,” Seth promises. He thinks it soothes some of the fire inside of Mox, just a little.

Mox calms down, after, when Seth is covered in his own come and full of Mox’s. But he’s still being weird, drawing swirls in the mess on Seth’s chest. “I think,” Mox says, watching his finger move like he’s hypnotized, “I could get used to this.”

“I could, too, if you let me up so I could shower.”

Mox wrinkles his nose. “You won’t smell like me anymore, though.”

“We’ll test the theory.”

They make it halfway through washing Seth’s hair before Mox’s eyes blow again.

“Not enough,” Mox says, panting. “I – I need to.” He grabs Seth’s ass, nails biting down. “I need you again.”

“Yeah, course,” Seth says, pretending this isn’t his dream to be craved at all times, for someone to need him so bad they can’t resist and won't let him go. “All yours.”

Seth gets fucked again up against the shower wall, oversensitive and nerves singing.

“I wish other people could do this,” Mox murmurs before anchoring his teeth in Seth’s neck.

“Fuck me?” Seth asks, face pressed against the cool tile. “We could arrange that.”

“Smell like I can,” he clarifies. He grips at Seth’s hips, hard enough to leave bruises. Seth might have to advocate for hip windows in his next gear, make sure everyone can see Mox’s art. “That way they’d know I’m all over you.”

Mox makes sure Seth comes again, even though it’s hard and overwhelming and startling, and pulls out to shoot ropes all over Seth’s ass. Mox rubs it into Seth’s skin.

“That should do it,” Mox says, almost more to himself. “Leave it on you. So I can tell.” He grabs Seth’s shoulder and spins him. “So I always know.” Mox’s eyes have settled, a little, now.

“Always,” Seth promises, cupping Mox’s cheek. “Are you feeling more yourself now?”

Mox nods slowly. “I think so. At least, a little more so. I can still smell it. Can still feel it. But it’s like the worst of it is out of my system.”

They dress slowly and touch fingertips and skin from time to time. They have time before they have to leave for the hotel, and Seth lets himself enjoy the silence before they go out to see their friends.

In the hallway, they wave and make conversation, but Mox is clingier than usual, always with a hand on Seth.

After an interesting conversation with Tony Khan, they start to make their way to catering. The two of them walk by Alei – Malakai and his gang, only for Malakai to whip his head around to stare at where Mox’s hand is casually sunk into the back pocket of Seth’s jeans.

“Hey,” Seth says. “Um. Thanks? I guess?” He nods at Mox. “Not sure what you were going for, but I’m happy, at least.” He winks and turns, trying not to feel anxious about leaving the House of Black at his back.

“Did you just thank the House of Black for turning me into a dog-man?”

“No,” Seth says. “I thanked them for turning you into a fuck machine.”

~

“Was that supposed to be a punishment?” Julia asks, levitating some sort of orb above her head. “Malakai, I thought we were mad at them. I think all that did was make Mox more Mox. ”

“It was supposed to make him succumb to his base instincts, to become so distracted by what he wants it would take his mind off of wresting,” Malakai replies, mildly perturbed. “I had no idea Seth would be coming here.”

Brody’s never seen Malakai look befuddled before. It’s disconcerting, but mostly funny.

With a sigh, Malakai turns. “Take the spell off of him, Julia. This didn’t work.”

“It worked something,” Brody mutters. He couldn’t quite help it.

Malakai glares. “I would be quiet, if I were you. You just earned your magic. I’d hate to have to take it from you.”

Brody resists the urge to say that he and Julia have been practicing their magic for months now. “Right. Sure.”

“I’ll have to think of something else,” Malakai mutters, standing. “I’ll return shortly. Don’t,” he turns to stare at both Brody and Julia, “get into trouble.”

“We won’t,” Julia says, and Brody thinks only he can see her smile.

When the door closes, he moves to sit next to her on the couch. She throws her legs over his lap. “What do you want to do next?”

Julia grins and opens her mouth, only to jump at the sound of shouts in the next locker room. “Oh, for the – that’s Daniel and Yuta again, isn’t it?”

“Sounds like it.”

Julia’s smile turns devious, and turns the ball of energy in her hands green. With a whisper into her cupped fingers, swirling the ball to a near neon, she pushes it through the wall over to Garcia and Yuta. “There,” she says, snuggling into Brody’s side. “That should provide us entertainment enough.”

“What exactly did you do?”

Julia laughs. “You’ll see.”

~

Mini Playlist: Hungry Like the Wolf - Duran Duran Like an Animal - The Donnas Closer - Nine Inch Nails Moonlight Magic - Ashnikko

#MoxSeth #I #I have no excuse for this one #WAIT YES I DO I WAS ON A PLANE FOR FOUR HOURS AND SWAPPED TIME ZONES #This is due to jet lag #It's not my fault #wtf i like wrestling now??? #in which sara writes #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley

[frenziedslashers]

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Hello hello!!

I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while so aaaaaaa

Sinclair brothers (or just one of em if you don't wanna do all three) with more of a soulmate AU? We'll go with the red string soulmate AU (pretend they wouldn't just snip it please wdkbddk) but their soulmate ends up being a guy/trans guy?

I have no idea if I already requested to you aaaaaa so sorry if I did already!!

×Vexelier×

Bestie, I'm having horrid gender dysphoria rn so I needed this request to work on tonight 😭 thank you <3

To make it easier for my small brain. Only you and your soulmate can see your string. Not really sure if it's supposed to be that way or not, but figured I should clarify lmaoo

Sinclair Brothers Red String Soulmate AU (Discovering their S/O is a guy/Trans guy):

Bo Sinclair:

Bo had always wondered who his S/O was, how they acted. Were they stubborn? A model? Annoying? Did they share similar interests?

He would never admit that he thought of these things, though. If anyone ever asked he'd tell them, "if it weren't for ma and pops, I'd chop the string off and never worry about it again."

He never would though, honestly? The thought of having someone out there who potentially matched his crazy was the only thing keeping him going sometimes.

He would hope that you found him, knowing he couldn't leave his brothers to go galabanting for someone he didn't even know.

After some time he would lose hope. Keeping the string just in case, but he figured you didn't care. He assumed you found someone to be happy with, forgetting about poor Bo. Even if the two of you were soulmates.

He would flirt with the girls and even some of the guys that rolled through, but it was really just for the hell of it. Let off his sweet southern charm, but none of it mattered. They weren't you. They didn't have that stupid little fucking string around them.

He'd be even more upset if Lester and Vincent found their soulmates. Hating life to the point he lashed out on each victim, growing more violent. Feeling as empty inside as when his parents died. Nothing ever worked out for him.

The day you got closer was the day he felt nauseous. The string used to be loose, wavy, tangled around everything it seemed. But today? Oh boy, it was tight. Almost like if he tugged it hard enough he could pull you into his arms.

He was anxious that whole day. Palms and brow sweaty. Ordering his baby brother to drive around and look for any nearby folk. To lead them in town.

Lester obeyed like it was nothin' new. Not even thinking twice about it.

When he saw you his whole world froze up. The string, it led right to you! But.. you weren't a girl, like his parents always said you'd be.

He was feeling all sorts of emotions, shock, fear, anxiety, excitement, joy. It was almost too much. The way his throat tightened and his mouth dried up. He couldn't even even say anything to sweet talk you, he was in too much of shock.

You'd have to say something first to get him to stop basically staring into your soul.

"Hey..?" "Jesus Christ, you're here."

He'd be frustrated with how nervous he is, he wouldn't even care if you were a guy or not. Just glad that the person the world claimed was his other half was right there, in arms reach.

"Yeah, I guess I am." He wouldn't even know what to say or do, finally breaking a smile. "I always thought we'd never meet," "well, figured I ought to come find you before we died."

He would order his brothers to not even so much as touch you. Taking the rest of the day to get to know you, get on the basic level of things. His flirtatious, cocky attitude soon busting its way through him. Once he knew for a fact that this was really happening.

He'd feel happier than he ever has, really. He can finally flirt and mean it. Mean all the dirty, and even innocent remarks he makes towards you.

He would probably hide the fact he kills people from you, ease you into it. He would enjoy your company for a while before he told, though. Afraid you'd leave him and snip the line yourself if you found out.

You. His handsome babe. Who he could hold, kiss, talk to, anything. Maybe the world was finally changing for the better. Maybe it was worth waiting and not snipping the line.

If you did and you were okay with it, he would be grateful. If not, and you wanted to leave. Well, he'd understand, but he'd learn never to get attached again.

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent was sure that he'd never actually meet you. He never wanted to leave Ambrose, this was his only safe place. His only home.

Plus he was a freak! Half of his face was corrupted. Bo was the pretty one, he was the hideous creature. He would always be the one unworthy of love.

He'd never dream of cutting the string, though. Even if sometimes he hoped you would. Too frightened to even think of what your reaction would be.

Would you laugh, stare in shock? Make fun and mock him? Cut the string and leave the instant you saw him? The thoughts he had scared the living hell out of him.

Lester and Bo would be there to reassure him.

"Hey, if ya got a string, someone's out there mean'ta be with ya. Looks or not, ya can't change faith, Vince." Bo would reassure him. Yeah, easy for him to say. People who weren't even his souldmate wanted him.

When the string seemed tighter than usual he didn't think much of it. Until he saw you standing in front of him. Panicking when he accidentally snuck up on you.

Your smile made him drop the supplies he was holding. The chuckle you let out was what he imagined true beauty sounded like.

"Oh jeez, ya scared me! Didn't mean to wander, just caught a glimpse and thought this museum seemed pretty neat,"

He would be in a complete panic. Hands beginning to shake as he stared at the string attached to you. Pointing when you seemed to not notice it much.

You look down, then back to him. Watching the man basically shiver in front of you. Panicking a bit yourself that it may be due to your appearance, or the fact you were obviously the same gender as him.

"Am I not what you expected?" He could hear the disappointment and sadness in your voice. The way you rubbed the back of your neck and looked down.

His eyes would widen, shaking his head 'no,' and his hands, frantically. He'd curse himself for his inability to speak, well.. More so his refusal. His facial structure made his voice so nasally and gross, he hated it so much.

He didn't really want to speak, but the worry and regret on your face made his stomach knot up. His heart beating quickly as he shuffled his feet. Hands fiddling with each other.

"No, you look nice." He would say, clenching his jaw and narrowing his eyes to the floor. Moving his hair to cover his mask more than before. Hoping you didn't notice. Hoping to God you didn't hate him.

His awkwardness and quiet voice coaxed you into feeling more relaxed. Thankful that you being a guy wasn't what seemed to have him all worked up. You could tell now it was something else, something more personal.

"You weren't expecting me now, were ya?" He'd shake his head 'no,' again. Hoping you'd take note that he wasn't too into talking.

"Me being a guy doesn't bother you?" He'd shake his head 'no,' again. Eyes flickering up to yours. Face tinting red at the mere fact that he was making eye contact with you. His stomach felt like a zoo of butterflies. Hoping you would forgive him for how awkward and nervous he was.

It would take him a long time to warm up to you, but he'd make an effort to get closer to you. You were his soulmate, after all. Your looks did intimidate him, though. You were just so God-Like to him. He couldn't help but draw you when he had the time.

His brothers would do the explaining. Filling you in that Vincent and Bo were conjoined twins, about his deformities and anxiety. Plus how he rarely talked due to the deformation of his face. Causing his voice to sound nasally and hoarse.

Vincent would be thankful that they explained it. Especially if you're understanding. Which you better be, or else he may shut down and not even try to get close to you. Feeling as if it'd be pointless in the end.

It'd take months before he removed his make for you, but when he did you'd know he felt more confident around you. Plus that he trusted you more, which after being around him for that long. You knew that meant a lot, and you cherished the moments where he trusted you enough for any of that.

Expect to find drawing of yourself in his work room, and for him to keep you away from him and his brothers murders. He can't risk you getting hurt, even if you wanna help.

Lester Sinclair:

He'd be a lot more like Vincent than Bo, just more of a sickly romantic. He'd fanboy about you any chance he got.

"I bet'cha they're the pretties’ thing out there," “Oh I bet’cha they’d jus’ love Jonesy!” “Do ya think they’d like truck rides ‘n’ bones?” “Bo’re you ev’n list’ning?”

Would definitely daydream about holding you. He’s so touch starved

Probably has his house set up so he has a spare room just for you. That way when you meet you have the choice of sleeping in your own room. Instead of having to feel as if you have to sleep in the same bed as him.

He’d probably talk to himself at night and pretend it was you listening. He’s weird like that.

Bo would make fun of his baby brother when he’d zone out. Claiming he has a ‘love sick gaze,’ and that he’s gunna ‘scare ‘em off with how in love ya’re.’

Lester would just shrug and smile with pinkened cheeks. He wouldn’t care, he loved the thought of you too much.

When the string got tight he’d get excited. Basically going out on a drive for people without even having to be told.

When he saw you walking down the road he nearly screamed out of excitement and raw joy.

“Hey, ya need a ride?” You’d stare for a moment, but then realize the string that he held between his fingers. Smiling over to you like an excited dog.

“Well, I can’t say no to a li’l’ hospitality from a fella such as yourself,” you’d have him in giggles, pure joy radiating from this man as you climbed in.

Lester couldn’t give two shits if you had no arms and legs, you were you. His soulmate, gender was just a concept to him. He would respect you, so long as you respected him. Plus, if anyone could love him when he was as weird and unattractive as he thought he was, that was a plus. He was just happy to have someone who cared.

He would be showing you off to his brothers ASAP. This is an important part of his life, 10/10 experience for him. He will most definitely be rambling to you the entire ride, too. Answering any questions you have, even if he is a bit shy with some. He’s just too happy.

“Oh we have to let’cha meet Jonesy now!” He’d exclaim, shooing you back to the truck to take you back to his home. Going on about his beloved fury companion. He just hopes you like dogs, or at least his dog. Lester would be sleeping in the doghouse with him if you didn’t allow him inside, even if you were his soulmate. Jonesy was there first. He was like his son, honestly.

He’d be absolutely ecstatic if you liked his dog. Smiling fondly when the two of you interacted. It’d be like a dream come true for him. Having to pinch himself to be sure it wasn’t another daydream.

He’d spend the whole week getting to know you more. Telling you everything about himself that you wanted to know. Spending as long as he could doing everything he ever wanted to do with you. Letting you do the same.

If you wanted to sleep in the room he had just for you, he couldn’t care less. He was just glad you chose to stay with him. Expect him to be up and waiting for you to wake up, though.

If and when you choose to lay with him, he will be shaking like a leaf. He’s not used to someone being in his bed, besides Jonesy. Let alone touching another person.

You’d have to ease him, let him know you wouldn’t break and you wanted touched. If you don’t, please tell him! He doesn’t wanna overstep boundaries on accident!

Would definitely love holding and being held by you, either would be fantastic and he would melt!

If you find out about his and his brothers hobbies and you’re okay with it, he’d let you tag along with him. Lure victims into town.

His hand is either holding yours, or on your thigh when you go with him, though. Even if it’s just the two of you, it’s just where his free hand will always be. You signed up for this, at this point.

You’re his, and he is yours. This is a mutual thing, so please, touch him back. He’ll smile like a big bafoon.

#lester x reader #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #bo x reader #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent x reader #the house of wax #the sinclair brothers #sinclair brothers

[kthynes]

baby me

pairing: chris evans x female reader

request: Can you pls write something about Chris sick with some kind of stomach bug and fever and doesn’t want the reader to help him because he’s embarrassed but then he throw up and almost faint so the reader comes to the rescue and help him, and then cuddles? Thank you!!❤️ - anon

warnings: none, this is pretty pg

a/n: I wrote this one shot a little differently, it’s way less wordy and descriptive (imo). I’m trying to be more ‘to the point’ with my writing ahh we shall see how it goes. Otherwise please enjoy this little gem, thanks for the request, anon!

“What do you mean you can’t have it done? Oh, c’mon Tony that’s not what I— Alright okay, you know what, sure, whatever, do that then.”

You’re annoyed. You’re frustrated. You rummage through your oversized purse for the house keys that Chris has graciously lent you yet you somehow manage to misplace in the silk sheath of lining, receipts and a whole slew of miscellany.

Your one track life becomes an undisputed conundrum of work which never fails to follow you home even on a somewhat good day. Tony, the wrought-up site manager, says something the minute you tune out which allows to spiral right back in. Sometimes you bark. And sometimes you bite.

“Right but the unit division budget doesn’t have anything going forward in respect to that notion! You know this!” You boisterously tell your colleague after jiggling the door open and tossing the keys on top of the nearby console. The house is quiet, and your voice is the loudest carrying tremor that pulls Chris out of his lulling state. “No, no you are not fucking negotiating with Kingsley alright. That isn’t apart of the deal, Tone! Jesus.”

Your call consumes you just until you see your deadbeat partner sprawled up on the couch, sallow and sick. His dry lips are agape, breathing is staggered, little to no life is present in his form. His beautiful mutt looks to you from his side, tail slightly wagging and that is enough to have your heart torn out.

“Hey, hey Tony, can I call you back later? O-Oh sure, okay yeah that’s fine. Okay, alright buh-bye.” You frantically end the call, furrowing your brows as you take long, leaping strides towards Chris who is finally relieved to see you in all of your concerned beauty.

“Everything okay baby?” He croaks like a dying horse, eyes closing as his stomach lurches some more.

“You’re asking me? Goodness Chris, you look terrible.” You cradle the side of his balmy face while crouched in front of him. You are frightened with worry as he kisses the inside of your palm in return. The sweet action itself makes you wince as you scan his sunken and unpropitious features.

Chris is at his worst. You knew he was feeling a bit under the weather but didn't think once that it'd be this bad. He's severely impaled, sweating up a storm yet swathed in his favorite velour duvet. The TV is fuzzily broadcasting C-Span while Chris’s laptop is flipped open with a flood of emails that he wasn’t able to get around to. There’s a half eaten loaf bread and an open sleeve of crackers that doesn’t pass his appetite. While looking around, you casually pet Dodger with one free hand who also seems to be happy to see his momma around and readily waiting for you to do something.

“I don’t know what it is that I had last night at the launch party but it’s rocking my insides honey.” Chris groans after feeling another ripple go through his abdominal cavity.

“Aw baby you should’ve called me. I would’ve picked up some Pedialyte and left work early.” You reach over to turn off the TV and close the laptop.

“I didn’t want you to worry.”

"Too late for that, hon." You fearfully laugh while getting back to him and running a hand through the top of his head down to the nape of his neck. "Now c'mon lets get you in bed first and then I can make you some light dinner."

"I'm fine." Chris hums, loving the way your hands felt against the shaft of his scalp. "You just came home from work, you're probably really tired — go shower and get changed. I'm good right here."

"Don't be stupid, Evans. I can do all that later, now up." After some reluctant attempts you manage to get Chris up who for the most part can stand on his own two feet. Dodger barks his cautionary welcome as you and Chris trudge across the threshold of the single storey home together. You both enter his unmade room and that’s when Chris freezes in mid-stride. He has an uneasy feeling wash over him and everything becomes a jolting sprint of madness.

"Oh no babe I think I might—“ Upchuck. Chunks of indistinguishable remnants of undigested food and bile all came down on your frame as you stood in the line of fire. It’s fleeting and there wasn’t much you could do as you wore his vomit, letting it weigh down the front of your seersucker blouse and skirt.

"Fuuuuck." He panics and you exhale shakily with your arms spread apart, studying the wet projectile painting that amasses your body.

"It's fine. It’s okay." You say while trying to remain sympathetic and undeterred by throwing up yourself because the smell was impalpable. You imprudently gag while guiding Chris back to the bed. "How about you lie down and I’ll just —Chris? Chris!"

Chris's eyes gradually roll back, his body swings forward the minute he sits on the edge of the mattress and with your fast reflexes you manage to catch him against you. He's practically deadweight, passed out and that scares you.

"Oh god Chris babe? Baby, hey, hey..." You shake him a little as his face is caught in the crook of your neck, body rigidly leaned up against yours. He moans a little, regaining consciousness in a matter of seconds and calming your increased heart-rate that still continues to thunder. He was truly going through the motions.

"You alright?" You breathe, placing a hand on his cheek and forcing him to look at you.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay. I'm so sorry, baby I...I..." He's a bit frazzled as you hush, pacify and hold him close to your form. He breathes you in as you strip off your soiled blouse and skirt. He’s hunched over when you start to peel off the black tee he has on that is smeared with vomit as well, leaving him bare chested in your embrace. You are crouching in front of him, his forehead against you shoulder while your hands were rubbing his back and soothing him. You could hear the low indigestible rumbles coming from his belly knowing how bad he’s been having it on both ends. “Oh I feel terrible Y/N.”

“I know. How about you get in the shower with me." You whisper in a non-sexual way as his body is burning up and the sour smell of regurgitation still lingered around your bodies. He softly nods and with some consuming seconds later, you walk him into the ensuite.

After you both wash up in the shower, you pass Chris some fresh clothes to change into while you travelled across the room in nothing but a towel for the past 10 minutes or so, making sure Chris was able to get himself sorted out first before you stepped away to get changed.

With dinner on your mind, you start thinking to yourself how you can't leave Chris alone in this state. You have an idea and that’s when you text Scott to bring up some dinner so that way you could spend some time holding Chris and making sure that he was okay.

Scott at 7:45 pm:

'On it baby cakes. Ma knows, she's making his favorite chicken noodle with lots of cayenne, ginger and all the good stuff. So you just stay put alright?’

You smile after reading the immediate response from Chris’s sweet brother. While you continue lathering yourself up in lotion you could hear Chris dozing off on the bed. You turn off the bathroom lights and leave to start up a load of laundry before sneaking back into bed with him. Chris stirs a bit before he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in closer.

“I promise I won’t throw up on you again.”

“Only if you don’t have to.” You whisper jokingly while pressing your lips against the underside of his chin. He hums at this with his eyes closed, his hands graze your exposed skin as he’s trying to hold you as inhumanely close to him as possible. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.”

“Scott’s going to be dropping off food so don’t go to sleep yet.” You state, drifting in apprehensive thought. Soon Dodger whimpers into the room and you pat the spot next to you for him to jump on. Chris has always been weary of having Dodger on the bed but because of extenuating circumstances you felt like his presence was also needed as well.

“That’s fine. Thanks again for everything.” He shuffles over after he sees Dodger crawling up and wedging himself in between the both of you. “Mmm hi bubba.”

“Anything for you mio amore.” You say, rubbing his soft belly and soothing the ache to the best of your ability.

“You know, you’re going to be an amazing mother some day Y/N.” Chris muses.

“I hope so.”

“I know so.” Chris rebuts, drawing in a deep breath with his eyes closed. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You say in return, spending the rest of the evening in his wake before the entire Evans clan shows up at the front door, each worried silly about their pride and joy, leaving Chris to be theirs and having you watch from afar while they enforced their own tender love and care.

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[kelieah]

lover boy (arvin russell x reader)

summary: a group of boys kept picking on you and arvin’s relationship, and you knew just what to do to shut them up

word count: 1.2k

warnings: sexual themes, foreplay, language, no spoilers and doesn’t follow the plot!

edited: tbh idk what the fuck this is but enjoy ig lol

a/n: i can’t get enough of arvin basjhdbsd, so for some reason i can write a one-shot but not finish a chapter </3

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It became a daily routine for Arvin to pick you up from high school. You loved the adrenaline rush of sprinting out of class first thing when the bell rings, making your ways down the halls and out the door. Seeing his pretty face waiting in that damn car of his erupted butterflies in your stomach every single time.

He glances over at you with a small smirk on his lips, pushing the door open and taking another puff of his cigarette.

“Hi there, pretty boy,” you breathe out and rush into his car, sitting down. You close the door and lean towards him, connecting your lips with his.

He smiles against your lips and cups your cheek, kissing you back. “Hey there, doll. Y’ hungry?” 

“For you? Always,” you place your bag down, sending a wink his way.

He rolls his eyes, disregarding the way his heart jumped out of his chest at your tease. “Y’ know what I mean, babe. Wanna head to the diner?” he asks as he hands you his cigarette. You nod and take a puff, flicking off some ash out of the window.

“Yea yea, of course,” you smile and lean back, furrowing your brows as you realize he had another black eye. You sit up and place a hand on his jaw before he drove off.

“What?” he glances at you, licking his lips.

 “Darlin’, what’s this,” you mutter and gently brush your fingers against his bruise.

“It’s nothin’, don’t worry,” he shakes his head and starts the car again.

“Arvin,” you hold his chin and make him look at you, a stubborn expression upon your face. 

He sighs heavily and grumbles out his words, “Just the same damn low lifes picking on me because they saw me come to y’ house with some flowers.”

Arvin was always known as the outcast who could never get it and you were always known as the church girl who’s life was dedicated to God. Both were wrong. Arvin was never the same after he met you, he would’ve never thought that you’d be the one to take his virginity. He wasn’t complaining but from then on, he’d never judge a person by their looks. Turns out, you hated your religion just as much as he did. You were no typical church girl, that’s for sure.

“Jesus fuck, can’t you do anything without getting picked on? I’ll fucking show them-” you pull away from his face, about to exit the car.

You instantly melt as he places his hand on your thigh, sitting you back down. “Sweet heart, y’ know damn well you can’t take on three boys like ‘em.”

“I-I know, but damnit Arvin. It’s like you can’t even breathe without them wanting to beat your ass,” you huff and glance over at him.

He admires your passion and stubbornness, it’s two of the many things he loved about you. “Remember?”

“Wait for the right time,” you mutter in memory of every single time Arvin had told you that saying he learned from his own daddy.

“They’ll get what’s comin’ for them one day. If anything, they’re probably just jealous that they don’t have what I got,” he teases and squeezes your thigh.

“O-Oh shush you,” you blush and bite your lip, looking away.

“Let’s head on to the diner now, yeah?” he asks, driving out of your school parking lot.

“Sounds good to me,” you smile at the feeling of him caressing your leg.

Not too long after, the two of you arrive at the diner and pull towards the front to park.

You and Arvin immediately tense at the sight of the three boys exiting the diner, their obnoxious laughing and yelling filling your ears.

“Look who pulled up, damn! Is that lover boy and his little prude bitch!?” one of them insult, pointing at the two of you.

“Shit, I thought them boys are usually at the drive-in. Why the hell are they here?” he mutters, about to put his car in reverse to leave.

You send them a piercing glare as they continue to stand in front of his car, harrassing you both. “I don’t-” you mutter and instantly jump when a piece of cream pie was thrown at your window.

“Here’s the only kind of cream pie you’ll be getting, fucking loser,” another one of the boys spit, wiping their hand on the back of their jeans. Arvin clenches his jaw and grips on his wheel harshly.

“Let’s get out of here,” he scoffs about to back up until he heard your seatbelt click. “Doll, don’t you dare go out there-” he quickly looks over at you, his eyebrows knit with concern. 

You roll up your skirt a bit and sit on his lap, “Can I do this?” you murmur against his lips and wrap your arms around his neck.

“S-Shit I mean, y-yeah but they’re right there- mmph-” he blushes as you bring yourself closer to him and smash his lips against yours.

“I don’t give a fuck, I’ll show them ‘em much of a lover boy you can be,” you say in between kisses and smirk against his lips as you feel him grown beneath you.

“Holy shit!” you hear one them gasp as they notice you and Arvin’s heated make out.

“G-Goddamn, Y-Y/n,” he grunts as you roll your hips against him, your heat brushing onto his.

“Yeah?” you breath out and thread your fingers through his hair, reconnecting your lips with his.

“Mhm, f-fucking hell,” he groans into your mouth when you palm him through his jeans.

You quickly roll down his window and grind yourself down onto him, making him let out a loud moan.

The three boys instantly shut up and begin to back away, “L-Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“Y-Yeah,” one them agrees and they all walk off to their car, driving away.

You grin mischievously in triumph and slip your tongue into Arvin’s mouth, continuing to move against him.

“Baby d-doll, they’re gone,” he chokes and places his hands on your hips, holding you down for a moment.

“I know,” you exhale and lean your forehead against his. You give him a look and he easily catches your drift.

“You wanna go to our spot?” he breathlessly chuckles, his breath fanning your lips.

“Please,” you pout and peck his lips, climbing off his lap.

As soon as you both drive into a forest that you both called your “spot” near his house, you were back on his lap. Needy kisses and touches being exchanged here and there.

“Watching, seeing and feeling you take over l-like that darlin’, fuck. The things you do to me,” he mutters lowly.

“I had to shut them up somehow,” you giggle and leave gentle kisses down his neck.

“You, my love. Surprise me everyday,” he cups your face and presses a kiss against your forehead.

“I know.”

“Can’t believe you got me harder than a rock and didn’t finish me off though,” he pouts, causing you to throw back your head and laugh loudly. 

“Why do you think I asked you to drive here?”

“To talk- oh.”

“Yeah.”

“W-Well shit, you should’ve told me e-earlier,” he scrambles beneath you and slides off his shirt.

“Oh, lover boy,” you roll your eyes and bite your lip, bringing your lips towards his once again.

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

🐰🎩NEW TRICKS🎩🐰

Prompt: Y/N decides to show Mr. Moxley some new tricks in order to certify him that he is still her number one

Word Count: Long

Pairings: Jon Moxley x Reader

Warnings: +18, oral sex (male receiving), angst, jealousy, cursing, praise kink

Tag: @jibbles26 , @bellalutionn

Notes: I’m a sucker for the power that blowjobs hold upon guys. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories on my Masterlist and my newest story as a fixed post. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Hi doll, what you’re up to?” He smirks as he nibs my neck

“Just working. Why? Do you need something?” I ask as I remove my reading glasses

“I do, actually”

“What do you need babe?” I look up to his blue eyes that were filled with mischief

“You” He grinned

“Jon, I thought you needed something urgent” I chuckle

“I do!” He pulls me off my desk chair “I missed you so much” He cradled his face on the crook of my neck

“Jon, we’ve had sex six times yesterday and two times this morning, how can you physically still miss me?” I laugh “That’s like, 8 rounds in less than 24 hours babe! And you only got home yesterday”

“I can’t help it that you’re so fucking hot and looks so sexy all the time” He licks a trail from my neck to my lips

I look down to my current outfit that consisted in a comfortable pair of grey leggings, an oversized Korn t-shirt, Wilson’s crew socks, glasses, messy hair and no makeup

“I don’t think I look very sexy right now” I cackled

“Yes you do! You always do!” He pulls me closer to his crotch by my ass “C’mon Y/N, let’s do some fun nasty business, kitten” He slaps my ass quite vigorously

“Tempting, but I’ll have to decline it! Sorry big guy” I patted his chest

“Why?” He whined and stomped his feet like a little kid

“Because some of us got some serious work to do” I smiled fondly as I sit back in my desk chair

“But I wanna be with you! I need you and I want you now!” He pouted

“Jon, I promise you that once I finish this I’ll be all yours ok love?”

“No” He whines “Not later, right now!” He stomps his feet again

Yes, Jon Moxley can be quite the bad boy, but what a lot of people don’t know is that he’s also a fucking whining little baby! He gets an attitude over the dumbest reasons and sometimes this little scenario happens, where he thinks he can whine and pouts his way until he get what he wants. Sometimes it’s cute and charming to see such a big bearded man like him cause such a scene, but another times like right now it’s annoyingly frustrating, uncalled for and the last thing I need to get me even more stressed out.

“Jonathan, don’t start it! You’re not 4 years old! You’re a grown ass man in your 30’s, so behave as such” I turn to my computer and start to type my notes. After 10 minutes I can still feel his presence behind me, making me grow more nervous

“Jon, you’re not helping, my love” I said calmly

“I’m waiting. You said I would have you once you’re done so I’m waiting!” He bitterly said

“Won’t you rather wait in the couch instead? Meanwhile you can pick a movie for us to watch it later” I try to negotiate

“Meh, I’m perfect where I am right now, thanks for the concern” He huffed

*Oh great, what a fucking joy!* I thought

“This might take a while” I defeatedly said

“Don’t worry, I got time” Was his short answer

Fifteen minutes (and a stubborn Jon Moxley sitting on the floor) later I get a call from Peter, my coworker.

“Hey Peter what’s up?” I say holding my phone to my ear with my shoulder “What? Wait Peter, hold on I can’t hear you properly and I can’t stop typing”

“Well, put it on speaker then” Jon mumbled behind me and in my workaholic haze I did it as he told me, forgetting about one little small detail: Peter’s innocent (but also kind of annoying) flirting.

“Pete, can you repeat that again please?” I rapidly say while I type

“I asked when do you think you can send me the paperwork?” He chuckled

“Oh! Can you give me like....30 minutes?”

“I can give you whatever you want” He charmingly said

“Peter, shut up”

“What?” He cackled “It’s true you know, ask and you shall receive, my dear”

“I didn’t knew you were a Jesus fan” I mocked

“I’m your fan” I can hear the smile on his voice

“Whatever weirdo” I brush it off as I continue to type on the dashboard “Is that all you needed?”

“No, there’s one more thing that I forgot to ask you”

“Ok, shoot” I said

“When are you finally going to accept any of my nightcaps invitations?” Pure amusement filling up his voice

“Oh God send me to hell, fuck off Peter!” I jokingly said and hung up

I totally forgot the fact that Jon had heard that until his voice broke the silence

“So how long have you been seeing each other?” He rudely spats

“What? Seeing who?” I ask confused

He stood up from the floor, yanked me off the chair and trapped my body between his and the table.

“Your sweet boy Pete” he coldly smiles

I roll my eyes “Jon, are you really gonna take a guy like Peter seriously? He quotes Jesus to flirt! That’s nothing but pathetic and also slight disrespectful towards Jesus” I joke

“You think this is funny? What if you caught me flirting with a girl from work, how would that make you feel?”

“It depends if you’re gonna quote Jesus or not” I tease

“Y/N I’m fucking serious! Is this a joke to you? Our relationship is a joke to you? Am I a fucking joke to you?”

“My answer is no to all the above. Now if you ask me if I think that you’re overreacting then yes, I do”

“Overreacting? Really? What about all of the nightcaps invitations? Are you gonna tell me I’m overreacting about that too?” His voice starts to rise

“I don’t like your tone Jonathan” I angrily said

“And I don’t like you having an affair with your coworker!” He yelled

“Oh, so I’m having an affair now? Wow, I better accept those invitations then, if I’m going to hold the cheating girlfriend of the year award” I spat

“Are you having an affair with him?”

“How can you even ask that? You know me better than that Jonathan!” Now I’m yelling too, peachy just peachy!

“Well you didn’t answered my question though. Are you?”

“Of course not! What makes you think that?”

“You don’t wanna have sex with me, so where are you getting some? ‘Cause we both know you have quite the appetite for sex, I mean fuck, is hard even for me to keep up with you! You’re like a fucking machine!” He says

My eyes widened in disbelief “So just because I declined to have sex with you 30 minutes ago, because I have to work, I am suddenly a cheater? Or is it because I like to have sex more than the average women do that makes me a cheater? Wow Jonathan, I’ve never heard you say that when one of your male friends cheated. That says a lot”

“Says a lot about what?”

“Your sexist side. Or I don’t know, maybe it’s something else, maybe you are the one who’s cheating on me! So you’re mirroring your infidelity on me”

“Me? A sexist? Now that’s a joke” He laughs “We both know the things you’ve already done to me in the bedroom and trust me pumpkin, if I was a sexist I would never had let you go down that road, if you know what I mean” He measured me up and down “And even if I wanted to cheat on you, which is not the case, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t physically be able to since you knock my ass down every single time we fuck”

“I don’t hear you complain! In fact if I remember correctly you were the one who got in here wanting to have sex in the first place” I huff annoyed

“And I still do kitten” He gets closer

“Don’t touch me, jerk”

“You know how much it turns me on when you get all mad like that, right?” He tried to grab my breasts but I slapped his hands away

“Stop, Jonathan”

“What?” He leans closer, pressing his hardening bulge against my lower belly “Am I not good enough for you anymore? Do you prefer your boy Pete instead?”

“Bullshit” I spat

“Then show me, kitten” He whispers “Show me I’m still good enough for you” He makes me grab a handful of his erection “Show me that you still want me, that I still turn you on”

I pulled him down towards me by his neck, kissing him roughly, biting his lower lip quite harshly

“Hmm” He growls “My kitten is feisty, I like that” He smirks “I love when you’re a bitch to me” He laughs devilishly “Whatcha gonna do, huh?”

I forcefully open the button of his jeans, pulling the fly down and yanking the pants along with his boxer briefs down.

Jon put his hands up, in a surrender position. I lick my palm and close my fist around his cock, pumping it up and down.

“Yes baby” He moaned “Take it! Take what’s yours”

I kneel down and without thinking twice, I swallow his length until it reaches the back of my throat

“Fuuuuck! Y/N, baby...so good, you suck my dick so fucking good kitten! I love it, I fucking love it!” He moans and I push him further down my throat, swallowing around him

“Oh my fuck” He bucks his hips forward in surprise “How can you be so good at this?” He whispers, holding my hair back, so he can watch me sucking him off

“You look so fucking gorgeous sucking my cock baby. Fuck, look at that! Look at how well you take everything in”

I look up at him, hearing him continuing to praise me

“I love when you look at me...so beautiful with your mouth full of cock, so greedy for more aren’t you, baby?”

I nod, lifting his member up so I can lick the bottom half of his shaft, making him moan loudly

“You’re so insanely good at giving head! A fucking pro” He panted “The best head I’ve ever gotten”

I lock my lips around the head, sucking it hard to make him feel the pressure I know he loves, while my hands pump his length with a tight grip

“Oh yes, baby” Jon screamed in pleasure “Oh my fucking- Stop, stop” He moans with his eyes hazy in ecstasy, mouth in an ‘O’ shape as he bites his knuckles to prevent any screaming.

“We both know you don’t want me to stop” I smile, licking from the bottom of the head to his slit

“You’re gonna pay for this” His voice shakily says

“I wouldn’t threaten me if I were you baby” I smirked “I have other tricks that I’ve never showed you before” I whisper, feeling his length throbbing on my hand

“Other tricks?” He faintly whispered

I let go of his member and lay down on the floor beckoning to him.

“Come here Jon, let me show it to you baby”

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[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 290: It’s Touya Time

Previously on BnHA: Iida and Hadou showed up like a couple of Pennsylvanias and Georgias to bail Shouto out at the last minute. Ochako and Toga had an exceptionally strange fight which consisted of Toga being all “guess what Ochako, I used your quirk to murder someone, how do you feel about that”, and Ochako being all “I do not like that”, to which Toga was all “:(”. There was some doll-stealing and some bookcase-yeeting, and then Toga left in tears because Ochako was all adamant that murder has consequences. Anyway so I have absolutely no idea what Toga is thinking now, but I guess we’ll have some time to stew on it, because we ended the chapter by cutting back to the Iida+Hadou+Shouto VS Afomura battle, which was interrupted by Gigantomachia and the LoV showing up like a bunch of Floridas to ruin everyone’s nice day.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi hands the mic over to Dabi and is all “take it away, kid.” Over in Room 315 of Musutafu General, Rei is all “may I please watch some TV” and the hospital staff is all “sure”, and so she tunes in just in time to catch Todoroki Touya’s Peabody Award-winning documentary “Number One Hero, Number One Fraud: The Todoroki Enji Story”, which is being broadcast nationwide courtesy of Skeptic and his magic laptop. Meanwhile in Jakku, Dabi is all “I’M TOUYA, BITCHES”, and Shouto and Enji are all, “(゜◇゜ )”, and Dabi is all, “anyway so just to sum it all up, because of how much of a jerk Endeavor was, I am now Evil.” Everyone continues to be all “(ﾟoﾟ)” except for Dabi, who is all “└(˘▾˘┌ )≡ ( ┐˘▾˘)┘≡┗( ˘▾˘)┛≡┏( ˘▾˘)┓≡┗( ˘▾˘)┛” for pretty much the rest of the chapter. Idk. Just let the man have his fun, guys. He’s waited a long time for this.

y’all I have a confession to make. I am technically not spoiled for this chapter thanks to my robustly paranoid system of spoiler-tag-filtering, which is extensive enough that it pretty much will catch whenever someone so much as breathes something even remotely new-chapter-related. that being said, I like to think that I am capable of making basic logical inferences! and so the fact that for the past 36 hours, my dashboard has pretty much nonstop consisted almost entirely of this...

...has led me to conclude that MAYBE, POSSIBLY, PROBABLY, BUT ALSO DEFINITELY, a certain someone is finally going to reveal his ~secret identity~ woop woop. lmao

anyway so everyone, please remember to act surprised though, as we would not want Dabi’s feelings to be hurt at all. he has been planning this moment for the last decade or so and I wouldn’t want him to feel like all of that effort was for naught. so just play along, okay. OH MY, IF IT ISN’T THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS’ MYSTERIOUS DABI. WHATEVER COULD HIS ARRIVAL POSSIBLY BE HERALDING, I JUST DON’T KNOW

“Dabi’s Dance” lmao. I’m sticking with Touya Time myself. ngl I had this recap title planned out for at least the past year or so. just waiting for that day to finally come

anyway so some people in some building somewhere are all “TURN OFF THE TV IN ROOM 315” and idk. I’m guessing the LoV is hacking the airwaves to livestream the reveal, as predicted

-- oh shit. UHHHHHHHH

did she always have this TV or did she get it just recently?? jfc of all the times for the hospital staff to finally loosen up

um... so that’s... (・＿・；)

well but I mean, she was gonna find out one way or the other at some point though. like you can’t really just keep her locked up and isolated from all news of the outside world forever and ever and ever. granted, this isn’t exactly the ideal way for her to learn this particular bit of information, but it’s not really ideal for anybody else either! EXCEPT DABI, THAT IS. have yourself a day you funky little terrorist

oh shit what is this?? it’s not live???

over in Jakku, a red-faced, sputtering Dabi makes a frantic grab for Skeptic’s laptop. “WAIT, NO, JESUS, NOT THAT TAPE!”

lol. but seriously Dabi are you even wearing a shirt. like I’m not one to slutshame anyone bro, but it’s just, exactly what type of mood were you looking to set here??

anyway so we really are cutting back to Jakku now, and Gigantomachia is all, “MASTERS”! which, I wonder if he really did use the plural? that’s right Machia, both of them in one place now! that sure is convenient for you huh

lol what is this with all this AFO monologuing. you’re really gonna make me read through this when I’m sitting here all sleep-deprived from election week. JUST GET TO THE TOUYAS. WE WERE PROMISED TOUYAS!!

sigh

“tee hee it’s fucking hilarious how goddamn powerful I am now lol”

alas, in spite of myself I do have two serious takeaways from this. one is that AFO is still controlling most of Tomura’s body behind the scenes, which both does and doesn’t bode well for Tomura (like, at least he’s not dying, but the long-term implications of this for his free will and such certainly are not Good). and two is that this confirms that Ujiko did give Tomura at least one powerful mutant quirk, which explains why he was still so deadly and indestructible even when Aizawa was using Erasure on him (since Erasure doesn’t work on mutant quirks, just emitter and transformation ones)

MEANWHILE ON TODAY’S EPISODE OF “TODOROKI SHOUTO’S TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD LIFE”

I like how he doesn’t actually say that he can’t take on Gigantomachia. just that he can’t take on him and Afomura at the same time. that’s confidence, baby. that right there is why you always draft Todoroki Shouto in the first round for your fantasy team

HADOU!!!!

OOOH, TOMURA’S ALL “MAN, THIS GIRL’S WAVE POWERS AND THIS KID’S ICE POWERS ARE A SUPER-STRONG COMBO DAGNABBIT.” YESSS I LIKE THAT, TELL ME MORE ABOUT HOW COOL AND POWERFUL THEY ARE

HOT DAMN LOOK AT THAT

um but not to take away from this exceptionally cool moment or anything, but why is Endeavor dying and shouting “RUN” down there in the corner um

oh

excuse me. not to take away from How Bad This All Is, but!!

just a little, smol, IidaBaku for everyone. Iida, who apparently doesn’t know a damn thing about first aid and is all, “hmm that’s a pretty bad-looking puncture wound he has in his left shoulder there, I think I’ll just let his arm dangle freely like that and I won’t bother taking off his heavy gauntlets either. I mean. he’ll be fine, probably.” smh. at least Shouto probably cauterized the wounds

EXCUSE ME WHAT

TIME FOR MORE OF THAT GOOD OLD FASHIONED SHOUNEN RIDICULOUSNESS I GUESS LMAO. KACCHAN YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO. THERE IS A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO, AND YOU LOST LIKE FOUR GALLONS OF BLOOD, BUT SURE. “PUT ME DOWN” HE SAYS. FIRST OF ALL, PUTTING ASIDE THE FACT THAT YOU ABSOLUTELY SHOULD NOT BE CONSCIOUS, THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO DO, LIE DOWN AT THEM?? LISTEN, YOU SWEET IDIOT. TAKE HEED, BELOVED DUMBASS!!

ah well. I guess he gets to watch the Touya Show now too then lol

LMAOOOO now Machia’s lifting Tomura carefully in his palm like a broken action figure and Spinner is all “THE FUCK, YOU LOOK LIKE DEATH WARMED OVER”

“oh hey there Spinner. well let’s see, I woke up from my three-month coma and destroyed a city, had my body incinerated, and am currently being possessed by a diabolically evil potato. but please, tell me more about everything you've been through”

AW YISS AND THE FOCUS NOW SHIFTS TO THE TODOROKIS. EVERYTHING IS PROCEEDING EXACTLY AS WE HAVE FORESEEN

Endeavor my dude. it’s as if you want to die here. also holy shit, that bit about his lungs definitely does not bode well for him either

MOTHERFUCKER

GO AHEAD AND SIGN YOUR OWN DEATH CERTIFICATE, WHY DON’T YOU!! FLAGS UPON FLAGS. JESUS CHRIST

meanwhile Dabi’s just waving at ‘em

lmaoooo please oh please Caleb please keep this ‘EYYYYYYY’, it’s fucking perfect kdlshk;hg

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: so as you will see very shortly, I completely missed this detail in my first read-through because I was so anxious to get to the reveal page, but THIS MOTHERFUCKER LITERALLY DOUSED HIMSELF WITH INSTANT HAIR DYE REMOVER THAT HE’S JUST BEEN CARRYING AROUND IN A LITTLE HIP POUCH APPRENTLY SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME. MOTHERFUCKER. I HAVE NO WORDS.)

IS THIS THE TIME. IS THIS THE MOMENT?! HERE IT COMES SLKFHS BRACE YERSELVES LADS

EYYYYYYYYYYYY

OKAY EVERYONE JUST LIKE WE PRACTICED!! SURPRISED FACES ON THREE! ONE... TWO... (•̪ o •̪) !! okay how was that

LMAO ENDEAVOR

at least Shouto looks properly stunned. Enji just looks like endeavor.exe just straight up stopped working

meanwhile Deku’s out here trying to do the math on this latest surprise family reveal! first Tomura is related to Nana, and now this. what’s next. who are you related to, Spinner. he rips off his boots to reveal engine legs and declares himself Iida’s long-lost uncle

oh shit Touya

it’s as if a million fanworks suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly jossed. who knew that all this time he was secretly sporting a crop top scar

also, THIRTY?! holy shit son you been busy

la la la two-page spread of Touya casually driving the dagger into Endeavor’s hero career and rocking the foundations of hero society as we know it la la la

la la la!!!

OH IS THAT THE END OF THE STORY THEN

almost got confused for a sec. there’s two monologues happening at once here. Endeavor doesn’t even know that his dirty laundry is being aired out nation-wide as we speak ffffff

btw while I appreciate the close-ups of Enji and Shouto here for sure, ngl I would also really love to see everyone else’s reactions right now. SHOW ME BAKUGOU AND THE LOV YOU COWARDS

is his hair actually turning white all of a sudden?? your hair dye just reacts on command??

(ETA: in all seriousness though, the hell kind of hair dye was he using? all he has to do is pour a bottle of that stuff and not even lather it in and it’s just gone just like that?? what the fuck would have have done if it ever rained lmao.

and this motherfucker just goes and leaves the dye remover in afterwards, too. I have never dyed my hair in my life and even I can tell you that’s probably not a good idea, Dabi.)

is this it. is this the legendary Dabi Dance in action. lmfao

oh hey what the fuck

so you figured you’d just murder your innocent younger brother to get revenge on dad, huh. well that’s nice

is that really all there is to the origin story though?? feels like we’re still missing a huge chunk of it. what was it that finally sent him over the edge? or was the trauma of being created as Endeavor’s perfect little hero tool and then being subsequently rejected by him enough on its own? because I’m still kind of confused on the part where he goes from “abused and discarded by his father” to “killed thirty people and was plotting the murder of his own brother” to tell you the truth

(ETA: lmao the initial fandom reaction to this did not disappoint. listen guys. people can be traumatized and shaped by awful circumstances that are completely out of their control, and grow up to be people they wouldn’t have grown up to be if things had been better, and all of that absolutely sucks, but. it doesn’t mean they get a get-out-of-jail-free card for all of their future actions, either! the tragedy of this situation is that terrible things happened to Touya, and he then went on to do terrible things himself. the tragedy of it is that this is exactly how the cycle of abuse keeps repeating itself on and on and on. maybe one of the people Dabi killed had a child who will now grow up traumatized themselves, and potentially go on to pay it forward themselves when they grow up. the tragedy is that the eye-for-an-eye justice that Touya is seeking out won’t actually make anything better in the end. the tragedy is that we understand why Touya is so angry, but that anger has basically warped him into the gleefully sadistic dancing figure we see in this chapter who has stopped caring about anyone else’s pain or suffering and just wants his own revenge.

anyway. basically what I’m trying to say is that it’s possible for the concepts of “Todoroki Touya was an innocent child and a victim of abuse” and “Dabi is a grown-ass motherfucking adult who killed thirty people and PROBABLY NEEDS TO BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR THAT” to coexist lol. like, y’all wanted your moral grey, well HERE YOU GO lmao, eat up.)

lol but LOOK AT THAT BOY DANCE HIS LITTLE HEART OUT though

Todoroki Touya confirmed not a fan of the Endeavor redemption arc huh. well we all saw this coming lols

anyways here’s a sexy Touya for y’all

you really are the most theatrical bitch I s2g lmao

also for real though, what is happening with his hair? anime team in shambles here. they’re probably just gonna double down and keep it red. too bad though cuz this is a surprisingly good look on him

SO MANY CLOSE-UPS OF THE TODOROKI FACES

friendly reminder that Dabi without a doubt REHEARSED this speech like a thousand fucking times. LET US FALL TOGETHER!! COME DANCE WITH YOUR SON IN HELL. apparently if you fake your own death in middle school you will never mentally age past that point and will remain a permanent chuuni

OH LMAO THAT’S THE END

we really just gonna end on “DANCE WITH YOUR SON IN HELL”, huh. very well then. you know what song to play, Horikoshi. one, two... YOU ARE MY DAD. YOU’RE MY DAD!! BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE

#bnha 290 #dabi #todoroki touya #todoroki enji #todoroki shouto #todoroki rei #bakugou katsuki #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[dramaqueeenamby]

WAP • Steve R. & Thor O.

A/N: Smut. No plot at all. Just smut. THIS IS A ONESHOT. 

Warnings: SMUT. 18+. Threesome. Double penetration. Oral (male and female both receiving and giving). Cum kink?. Light choking. Very light dom theme.

Words: 3.4K 

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You wanted to fuck Steve.

But you also wanted to fuck Thor.

It was a problem, a persistent desire that lapped at you even while doing the most mundane tasks such as sitting in on a teleconference meeting with either of them. They spoke politics. You thought dirty.

It was the textbook definition of unprofessional, but damnit, you wanted what you wanted, and you wanted them both.

Separately, of course.

Or maybe at the same time.

The thought sent chills up your spine and throughout your core.

The infatuation began the first day you accepted the job as Stark’s assistant. And that was another thing, your desire initially geared toward Tony. Maybe it was the wife and kid that obliterated the flame. You couldn’t do that to a family man no matter how badly you wanted to literally do the family man.

Some things, some people, were just off limits.

Stark was one of them.

And so, you’d accepted your position as his assistant and became okay with the fact that it was the only position the retired playboy could put you in.

Perhaps that was what did it. You’d never liked not having someone to play with.

And here walked in Stars and Stripes, himself. For a fossil, he played the role of everyday Jake quite well.

There were tiny telltale signs, however, that he was truly the right man living in the wrong time.

For one, his damn wardrobe. Slacks and a button up shirt. That was all you ever saw him in. Goddamnit, the man was in desperate need of some jeans or even better—gray sweats.

And his hair, it was always slicked back. You could always imagine him standing in the mirror of his one-bedroom apartment, making sure it looked presentable.

No one gave a damn about that anymore.

You just wanted to reach up and mess it for him half the time or grab onto it as he ate you out from off the copy machine, but you digressed.

And his speech, so proper, so focused on the semantics. Two things he never did: contractions, profanity, and you.

Okay, so that was three, but your prayer was to get it to two!

Or was it to nail two of them?

That brought you to Thor.

That smug, son of a bitch.

You wanted to slap that smirk off his face at least once a day and smother his face at least once every half hour. A good balance, if you could say so yourself.

You knew his dick was big. You just knew it. So was Steve. It’s just you weren’t sure if Born In the USA remembered how to use it. That wasn’t a concern with Thor. You saw how he eyed some of the interns and trainees. Hell, even Natasha before she promptly put him in his place.

That selfish bitch.

You’d give anything to have him put you in your place.

Right on top of his dick.

And it wasn’t like you were enduring a dick famine. You had several men on rotation, but they were all so boring. There was no spark there, anymore. Half the time, you had to do all of the work anyhow, and that just simply wasn’t fair.

You deserved better.

You deserved the Dream Dick Team.

“Scan these in for me.” Stark dropped a stack of paperwork onto your desk with his left hand while reading over another massive pile in his right. “Thanks, kid.”

You reached over, grabbing it already knowing that I had to be separated and sorted as well. Stark’s method of organization didn’t exactly correspond with the systems that the company used, but it did help to eat up time, so there was that.

“I do have a name, you know.”

“I know. It’s kid.” He called out, disappearing down the hall, oblivious to the middle finger you flashed his way.

“I saw that.”

Or maybe not.

“Sorry, boss.”

You didn’t actually mean it. One of the benefits of working for Stark, sans the much-needed medical coverage, was that the line between professionalism and unprofessionalism was pretty damn blurred. And no one smudged that line more than Stark. He was a fun boss, which made you inclined to believe he was equally as fun in the sheets, not that you would ever get to find out.

Your huff was laced with disappointment and frustration.

All of the good ones really were taken. Or too damn polite to choke you and spit in your mouth. Or from another fucking planet with an abundance of readily available alien pussy.

A tiny gasp emitted as you shuffled through the paperwork. What if they had multiple genitalia or some shit? The thought nearly brought tears to your eyes. Double penetration. Double the pleasure. Double the fun. And fuck forever—ever ever.

This was so damn cruel. The universe clearly didn’t want to see you and your four holes happy, and you were sick and tired of the ardent disrespect.

“Greetings, Y/N.”

Goddamn that fucking greeting bullshit. Unless it was a greeting between your mouth and his dick, you didn’t want to hear it.

“Captain. Thor.” You nodded to each of them, respectively, fully aware of the discomfort that stemmed from Steve.

“I’ve told you, Y/N. Steve is just fine.”

“How about daddy?”

Okay. So, a couple of things could happen in that moment. You could slide back in your chair with wheels and knock your head into the desk until you were unconscious. You could roll back in that chair with wheels, and sprint like you stole something. Or, you could play dumb and pretend what you just said wasn’t really what you just said.

All seemed viable options, really, and you were leaning more toward the sprinting.

But then something happened, something completely horrible and disgusting and despicable and just vile.

He laughed.

The motherfucker laughed.

You.....what?

And then, he made it even worse.

“Sure, why not.”

You pushed your braids behind your ears. Maybe your hearing was off. Yeah, that was it. You were way overdo for an appointment with the ENT doctor, anyway.

“Excuse me?”

This time, Thor spoke. “He’s been waiting some time, Lady Y/N. For you to say that. We both have.”

Your eyes darted from side to side. “What?”

Steve stuffed his hands in his slacks and shrugged. “It’s true, but we knew you’d finally say something when you were ready.”

“Say what?”

Steve spoke so plainly, so calmly, so unlike everything that you were currently feeling. “That you want us to fuck you.”

Sweet, Black Baby Jesus. It’d finally happened. The world had gone to hell in a handbasket.

That was literally the only explanation for not only what was just said, but for what followed what was just said.

“So, come on.”

You struggled but managed a response. “C-come where.”

“Hmm. Preferably, all over that pretty face of yours.”

“Or the pretty lips.”

But, for now, with us.”

You know those moments where all you can do is say what in the actual fuck is life? Well, that statement was made for moments like this. Kelly Clarkson was definitely onto something.

“Y/N.” You jumped in your seat when you realized that he was merely inches away from your face, fists into the desk. “We won’t ask again.”

The sensible thing to do was to continue to probe to figure out just what level of hell this was. Dante should have showed up at any minute. But what did your dumbass do? You slid back in your chair with wheels, stood, and allowed the two men you considered bosses to lead you down the hall, into the elevator, and into the same conference room where you often patiently sat and waited to the side for Stark to finish.

And unfortunately, it was never on you.

Except, this time, you weren’t in the corner, you were on the table, courtesy of Thor picking you up and placing you down as if you were a lightweight.

He stepped back and stood beside Steve while you just looked like any meme from the mid to late 2000’s, still 100% confused as to what in Beyonce’s name was going on.

“Where do we start with you?” Steve spoke to himself, or maybe Thor too, your brain was too foggy to pay too much attention to where or who his words were directed.

“Take your clothes off. Everything.”

Like the dumbass bitch you are, you looked from side to side and pointed to yourself. “Me?”

Wrong move, Dory.

With inhuman speed, Thor stood in front of you, hand around your throat. His grip was loose but firm, so much so that your thighs pushed together. God, you wanted him to squeeze tighter.

“Now.”

And just like that, he was back next to Steve. You wasted no time in following orders this time around. You couldn’t unbutton your blouse fast enough, tossing it to the floor. Every other piece of clothing that covered your body followed suit until you were completely nude, back sitting on the table, legs pressed together.

Well, initially.

The silence was making you uncomfortable. You craved some type of communication. Contact would be even better. And the way they were just looking at you, it didn’t help.

Gradually, your legs parted, revealing your bare pussy. God, you were grateful you kept that wax appointment. It didn’t miss you how Thor’s brow quipped, and Steve’s jaw twitched.

A small smile played on your face as you innocently asked. “What?”

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t so innocent, but time was of the essence, and you needed your essence to be spilling from here to the 98th floor sooner rather than later.

“She mocks us.”

“It seems so.”

Holy fuck, this was getting to be fun. You’d hooked their attention, now you just had to reel it in. Your right hand seemed to sense the pending activities and wanted to get a jump. Slowly lifting from its firmly planted spot on the table, your hand moved to your full breast, down your stomach folds, over your fupa, and bow chika wow wow.

You chewed on your bottom lip when you felt your kitty. She was already leaking dew.

“Fuck yourself.”

Two words. One task. Mission: accepted.

You went to work, your three middle fingers working in perfect synchronization, tending to your sensitive and neglected bud. God, you’d masturbated in the shower just this morning, but this felt so different. Probably because of the two men who stood before you. Speaking of, you opened your eyes and grinned wryly at their reactions.

They were pissed, and that only caused a loud moan to leave your mouth as you slapped your own cunt, loving the sound it made because of the slickness.

“I’m so fucking wet.” You played around with your wetness, lifting your hand and sticking your fingers in your mouth, licking each digit one by one, dropping your hand to your breast and playing with your nipples. “Oh my fucking God.”

You were gradually making yourself a sticky mess, not to mention, the mess you’d made all over the table, but you gave not a single fuck. The only fuck, fucks, you gave were about the two men who stood before you.

Returning your hand to your throbbing pussy, you laid back on the table so that you could reach deeper, plunging your fingers inside, milking yourself. Every so often, you’d remove your fingers and spread your juice all over your vaginal area. Call it a kink, but you loved the feeling of cum all over your body. Yours. His. Anyone’s. It was just a serious thrill for you.

“Fuck!” You shouted just as you started to feel the familiar intensity brewing in the pit of your stomach because your ankles were grabbed, harshly yanking you down off the table. Your feet never touched the ground, however, because you were laid on your stomach over the arms of a wheely chair.

Seconds later, your hips were lifted, your ass perked up in the air.

“I think she’s ready for us, don’t you, Thor?” You whined. You could feel Steve’s cool breath on your pussy. He had to be centimeters away from fulfilling ½ of your dream fucking, and yet was insisting on this tantalizing yet frustrating wait.

“Would you just eat my fucking pussy alr--” You shouted as he silenced your protest with obedience. Holy fucking hell, if you could, you would have screamed so loud that all of Manhattan could hear you. He lapped and sucked with an insatiable hunger, booty jerking around but only momentarily as he brought his hands to your hips to hold you still while he feasted.

You dropped your head only to have it yanked up by Thor grabbing a fistful of your braids and forcing you to look at him.

“Such a pretty mouth.” Your eyes almost bugged out of your fucking head when you saw his massive dick, hard and dripping with cum, just hanging in front of you. You were already salivating in anticipation when he used his thumb to part your full lips. “We shall see if you can use it to please your king.”

Without even so much as a warning, he forced your mouth open with his thick fingers and forced your jaw to its absolute max as he stuffed his even thicker dick in your mouth, You immediately felt him stabbing the back of your throat, and the sensation brought tears to your eyes and butterflies to your stomach.

He didn’t have you too shook though because you immediately went to slurping and deepthroating, bracing your elbows on the arms of the chair while holding onto his hips to stabilize you.

Thor’s head went to the top of your head, taking a fistful of your braids. You peaked up over your eyelids to see his head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth tensed. You were so proud of yourself that you took another inch, practically gagging as tears continued to spill from your eyes. The tears a combination of how stuffed you felt, orally, and from the oral pleasure America’s finest was causing down below.

God, who would have thought the fossil could eat pussy so well?

Thor had started face fucking you, the intensity of the thrusts of his hips into your mouth causing the chair to slide back and forth. Still, Steve’s mouth stayed attached to your pussy, and by now, your entire lower half was a stick hot mess.

And you fucking loved it.

It was enough to make you cum. Again, that was.

Even as Steve made you cum, Thor refused to allow you the room to breathe. This caused an intensity in your tears. It was so blissfully overwhelming. You hadn’t a clue what you’d done to deserve this, but goddamnit were you relieved.

Hell wasn’t so bad after all, and if Dante wanted to join in, the more, the merrier.

You moaned, mouthful of Thor, when Steve pulled out only for your ears and ass to perk up when you felt something thick and hot against your ass. “Such a sweet pussy.”

“Is she?”

“Absolutely,” Steve grunted, reaffirming his grasp on your hips. “Now to feel you around my dick.”

Impaled. Stuffed. Exploding. Those were all words that only halfheartedly described how you felt. You didn’t have to see Steve to know that he was big in girth and long in length, I.e. the perfect combination. He was so deep inside of you, hips repeatedly and firmly clashing into yours, driving his dick deeper and deeper into you.

By now, Thor had also freed your mouth and allowed your jaw a respite, but not before emptying all over your face. Your pussy clenched against Steve as you excitedly allowed your tongue to travel as much of your mouth as you could, sucking in Thor’s cum. It was simply majestic, as was he, as was this entire fucking, well, fucking.

Your moans and screams echoed and bounced off every wall, surely reverberating down the hall and across the various floors. You gave absolutely zero fucks. All of New York could hear you for all you cared.

Thor continued to jerk off in front of you, still very much hard even after splattering you with his cum.

What a God.

As expected, Steve made you cum several times, squirting the last time, the first time you’d ever done so. It was more than you could have ever asked for. And yet, it truly was the gift that kept on giving.

After completely filling you with him cum, Steve pulled out of you, making sure to use his fingers to smear the cum that leaked all over your pussy lips.

Seconds later, they switched, Thor was behind you, Steve in front of you. However, Thor quickly flipped you over so that you were on you back and stood between your spread and tacky thighs.

“Do you think you can take me, little one?” He asked mockingly, fingers playing with the cum on your stomach. You nodded furiously, only to feel your jaw grabbed and head craned back.

Steve’s bulbous head tapped against your lips. You opened eagerly, downing him at the same moment Thor slammed into you. If not for them steadying you, you would have jumped right off that chair. Steve was big, but Thor was massive and curved. A curved dick was your dream come true.

Actually, being dually fucked by a God and Captain America yourself was your dream, and now, a reality.

What an afterlife.

The both took you, front and back, roughly. You were being whisked back and forth like a rag doll, your titties flopping all over the place. Whiplash was most definitely a concern as well as the inability to walk tomorrow, or ever, but really, what a better way to be rendered incapacitated?

I mean, Steve was literally beating on the little dangly thang that swing in the back of your throat, and had you been able to look down, you could almost bet you could see Thor in your fucking stomach. He was just that deep.

This was the hill you would die on, and you couldn’t be happier.

Your face was damp from persistent tears and tacky from slowly drying cum, a layer of light sweat soaking you from head to toe, and you knew that your edges were shot, but none of that mattered, especially when Thor pulled out and started to eat you out, your thighs clamped around his head, trapping him. He could stay there forever. They both could.

Unfortunately, all god things must come to a respite, or whatever the fairy tales said.

After cumming at least 87.5 times, they both freed your beaten and thoroughly used mouth and vagina. There was so much cum, it was splattered all over your pelvis, dripping onto the floor. You’d never been so stuffed. Literally.

“Are you okay?”

Thor asked, or maybe Steve. You were too physically exhausted to pay that much attention, your eyes fluttering shut. “Fucking divine.”

“Excuse me?”

Your eyes shot open and you were met with puzzled expressions from both Thor and Steve.

You looked around, you were seated in your desk, hair still intact, fully clothed, edges still laid. You paused.

What the fuck?

“Are you sure you’re alright, darling?” Steve’s concerned voice broke your stunned trance. This....this couldn't be happening. No fucking way. You did not just dream all that. It wasn’t possible. It was too damn real.

And yet....

You felt at your face. It was moisturized, but with CeraVe. Not CeraCum.

“It was a fantasy....” You whispered to yourself, holding back tears. “None of it was real.”

“Would you like us to talk to Stark about allowing you to get off earlier?”

Your eyes widened. “But, I already did,” you all but whined.

Thor whispered to Steve. “Is this what you Midgardians call a psychotic break?”

This was cruel, beyond cruel, sinfully wicked. You had no words. Thor and Steve watched as you whined while gathering your shit. You didn't even bother clocking out or shutting off the computer. You just had to get out of there and fast.

You said not a word to either men as you stumped off completely done with the day, and, well, life. 

It wasn’t until you entered the elevator that both men chuckled.

“This is going to be fun.”

“No, she is.” 

Steve and Thor chuckled, anticipation for the next time already brewing. 

#Steve Rogers x reader #cpatain america x reader #thor x reader #thor odinson x reader #steve rogers smut #captain america smut #marvel fanficiton #fic: wap

[colossal-fallout]

Ah, sorry, I reread everything and now I understand my order. Sty about that. May I have for starters some Zeke fluff messages, and for my main dish, a smutty and fluffy oneshot of zeke banging his s/o? He is so vulnerable with them in this position, and he can't help himself but to propose to them, utterly in love with his s/o, while he's banging them till they go dummy❤ As for my desert, some fluff headcannons will the amaizing ❤ Thank you and sorry for resending the whole ask lol. Also congrats on your followers 👍

Hey there 😊

Here you go! Enjoy 💕

A/N I find it hard to write Zeke with fluff as I don't cannon him to be that kind of person at all. I'll try!

Starters

Main

Zeke sits up onto his haunches, the back of his hand dabbing his soaked mouth and beared; the wirey hairs having absorbed and contained a lot of your arousal after he'd made you cum again and again and again. Zeke certainly knows what he's doing when it comes to pleasuring you - his tongue strong and flexible as well as dextrous fingers and a sharp mind. Damn, does he remember all of your sweet spots and maps them with precision.

You are his kryptonite, his one huge weakness as he gazes down upon your gorgeous form, panting beneath him, your body already absolutely spent and ruined before he'd even entered you.

"Look at the state of you..." He smirks, crawling up and hovering above you. "You're ruined and I have barely started."

You gasp as his lips press against yours, the loving fire simmering between your bodies raising up into a full flame as he reaches down and lines his tip to your entrance, his free hand caressing your head as his orbs gaze into yours.

"Fuck, I love you." He groans, lips returning to you. "You serve me so well."

Of course you knew he didn't mean that in a derogatory way. It's Zeke. He finds it pretty difficult to show the soft side of him. With the passion that flowed through his words, you knew he'd meant that you serve him well, mind body and spirit. Not physically.

He pushes himself into with a low groa , his girth and length stretching and filling you up deliciously.

"So tight for me... You're so beautiful I can't take it."

You hold him close - hearts together and on a synchronous rhythm as he slowly beings to rock in and out of you; hands desperately grabbing any part of flesh he can. Anything and everything to keep him anchored to the woman he adores more than life itself.

"Zeke... You feel so good." You whimper with your eyes rolling and crossing slightly, his eyes watching every single twitch of your muscles in response to the pleasures he was bestowing you with.

"That's it... Good girl. Enjoy me. Let me make you see the stars baby... Ah~ shit." His hands continue to roam, slithering around your flesh not able to get enough of you in one greedy palm, his tongue now even assisting in his hunger, running up the nape of you're neck as he sinks in and out of your core.

"S-so, perfect. You're.. a goddess. God I can hardly take it..." His eyes clasp closed in his ecstasy but he quickly reopens them, his plunges getting more firm and urgent. He doesn't want to miss a second of detail from you as his body begins to quake.

"Jesus. You feel too good. How have I got you?"

He hears himself saying it, but it doesn't feel like it's enough. "I love your" just isn't cutting it with how much emotion is swirling around within him.

"Marry me baby."

You freeze.

Did you just.. hallucinate that?

"Wh-what?" You stammer.

He halts all movements except for a shallow rocking of his shaft, his hand cupping your face as he gazes directly into your soul.

"You heard correct. Marry me. I love you... So much."

Your heart is in your mouth - your ears buzz and stomach flutters, which sends sparks down to your tunnel that flexes around him in response, enciting a moan from him.

"Of course..." You nod, the biggest grin spreading across his face as he returns his lips to yours, with a deep jerk of his hips.

Dessert

As mentioned above, Zeke shows affection in his own special way.

Does not do PDA but once behind closed doors he will let on how much he actually adores you with the little things.

Eg. He will eat you out for hours. He will not stop until you're a quivering mess, and even then he'll just slide himself into your ruined slit.

Zeke likes to show he cares by massaging you after a hard or stressful day. Feeling low? Someone pissed you off? Wham. His hands are on your back and shoulders, listening and hanging onto every word as you vent to him.

He likes to try and help you with solutions to your problems. He's a smart guy - providing practical ways to make you feel better is now he shows he cares about how you're feeling.

If you smoke, he will give you the last cig in his box.

Always lights them up for you too.

If you don't smoke, hes careful not to smoke around you. He doesn't want you breathing in that crap.

Often writes you letters when he's away. You're always in the back of his mind when he's fighting in war.

Sometimes he ponders if you'd approve of the decisions he's made. He'll be sure to talk to you about it when he's home. Your opinion of him is extremely important.

#snk #attack on titan #snk imagines #snk season 4 #snk fandom #zeke snk #zeke aot #zeke yeager #snk zeke #follower event

[artificialqueens]

Off Limits, Chapter 6 (Bitney) - Veronica/Albatross

A/N: Hey guys! This is the companion story to “No Strings Attached.” Both ships are in both stories, but generally, “No Strings Attached” is Willaska-focused and this one is Bitney-focused. (Link to all chapters in order.) Thanks as always to our lovely beta (and EVP of That’s So Aussie™️), @opalescent-cheetah

Chapter Summary: Let’s be honest, this chapter is just mostly porn.

***

Courtney was thrilled. Finally in Bianca’s arms, something she’d longed for since the first day they met--even if it had taken her awhile to admit it to herself. She flung herself into it with all of that pent-up longing, an urgent need to prove how certain she was that this wasn’t a mistake.

Her kisses were passionate, messy, almost frantic, making her way down Bianca’s body. When she began to slide Bianca’s bottoms off, a hand covered hers, stopping her.

“Whatcha doin’ down there?”

“I thought I would eat your pussy,” Courtney replied, doing her best to sound confident.

“Uh huh. And do you know how to do that?” Bianca asked, an amused smirk on her lips.

“Uhh…” Of course she didn’t, in spite of the several embarrassing google searches in her browser history, which ultimately ended up confusing her more than helping. But Bianca didn’t need to know that. “I’ve read some stuff. Figured I’d wing it.”

“I mean, I appreciate the thought, but, wouldn’t you like some instructions first?” Bianca cupped her face, tilting her chin up, tucking some hair behind her ear.

“I thought you like girls who know what they’re doing,” Courtney admitted, resisting the urge to press into Bianca’s hand like a cat.

“True. But...I can’t expect you to be psychic, can I? Why don’t I give you a live demo?” Her fingers drifted through Courtney’s hair, then scratched her scalp lightly, causing shivers to run through her.

It took less than half a second for Courtney to say, “Okay.”

Bianca grinned at her, moving aside to give her space on the narrow bed.

“Lie down.”

Courtney complied immediately, getting a tingling little thrill when Bianca’s grin deepened, heart pounding as she pressed a kiss to Courtney’s open mouth.

“Are you ready?” she murmured, hands sliding over Courtney’s body, making her skin prickle.

“Yes.”

“Take off your panties,” Bianca instructed.

Courtney raised her hips, saying, “You do it.”

Bianca’s head tilted at her, amused.

“I’m sorry, who’s running the show here?”

“Please,” Courtney pouted sweetly, fluttering her lashes.

“You’re a brat,” Bianca said, eyes sparkling with amusement as she hooked her fingers into the side of Courtney’s panties and slid them slowly down her legs. “And oh, look...telling the truth about being a natural blonde, huh?”

“Dead on.” With a victorious grin, Courtney spread her legs, giving Bianca space to settle between them. Her abdomen was tense with excitement as Bianca placed a soft, teasing kiss just below her belly button, then looked up with a smile. She locked eyes with Courtney, barely moving, one hand drifting slowly up and down her thigh.

“Go ahead,” Courtney urged.  

“What makes you think I haven’t already started?” Bianca asked. “See...you have to make sure she’s reallyready.”

She bent down slowly, placing an excruciatingly soft kiss just inside Courtney’s knee.

“I’m ready,” Courtney said, failing to keep the pitiful whine out of her voice.

Bianca didn’t answer, just smiled to herself and continued to trail featherlight kisses along her thighs.

“You want her to be dripping wet...quivering...a needy mess…” Bianca’s hot breath ghosted over her, and Courtney whimpered.

“I hope you know,” she gasped out, “this means I’m gonna be torturing you back.”

Bianca looked up, catching her eye with a mischievous glint.

“Counting on it.”

*

Bianca knew that she was being a bit of a sadistic bitch, but she couldn’t help it. Courtney was just so cute, with her cheeks flushed a bright pink, whimpering with need every time she so much as breathed against her.

“You can feel her with your fingers, to really see how wet she is,” Bianca said, letting the back of her knuckles graze her pussy; and Jesus Christ, wet was an understatement. Courtney squirmed against her hand, breath hitching. Bianca looked into her lust-darkened eyes, bringing her fingers up to her mouth to lick slowly.

“Taste her…”

Courtney inhaled sharply, watching Bianca in a trance as she licked her fingers clean. Her other hand still rested on her warm thigh, and she could feel the muscles tensing beneath her.

Finally satisfied that she was ready, Bianca bent down, hovering over her for a few moments until she could see her trembling.

“You wanna go in soft,” she said, before licking her slowly, tongue flat against her.

Courtney arched up, clutching Bianca’s sheets in her fist.

“Every girl is different,” Bianca explained, nuzzling against her. “And usually, you’re gonna get very little in the way of direct instructions. So...you have to try different things. See what works.”

Bianca swirled her tongue around, trying to watch Courtney’s reaction through her fringe of dark lashes. And then, when she began to flick her tongue, Courtney’s hips began to roll, a hand tangling into her hair and pressing down on the back of her head.

Pausing to reach behind her own head and tap Courtney’s hand, Bianca looked up at her with a smirk.

“If she’s pushing on the back of your head, she’s probably trying to tell you to go harder.”

“Yeah,” Courtney affirmed, nodding frantically. “Harder…”

“So, you can listen. Or, you can tease her a little more...back off and go even softer.”

The aggrieved whimper that came out of Courtney’s mouth next, accompanied by vigorous thrusting of her hips, was almost enough to make Bianca laugh. If she’d had to guess ahead of time, she’d have pegged Courtney as someone who wanted everything gentle and soft. Beautiful to look at, but pure vanilla--possibly even boring, in the way that pretty girls so often are. The rabid maniac trying to fuck her face was an enchanting surprise.

“Teasing is especially fun when she’s a bit of a freak,” Bianca told her with a light cackle.

“I-” Whatever Courtney’s response was going to be, it was cut off with a broken moan, body in overdrive as she fell apart, gasping for air.

“Are you gonna remember this?” Bianca asked, “Because it’s all gonna be on the test. You should really be taking notes…”

“Oh God, Bianca, please…” she managed to choke out.

*

“Okay,” Bianca said, voice low and sexy, causing Courtney to shiver. “Pay attention, because this part is important..”

Courtney was neither a virgin nor a prude. She was fairly certain that she knew her own body. But the rapturous pleasure that ripped through her when Bianca began to suck on her clit was a new feeling entirely.

She twisted Bianca’s hair in her fists, moaning her name, grinding against her tongue as wave after wave of ecstasy hit her, until she finally collapsed in a sweaty heap. It felt like her bones were made of spaghetti--as weak as a rag doll, unable to even lift her head. She barely noticed Bianca sucking soft kisses into her skin, up her torso, until they were once again face to face, Bianca hovering over her with a satisfied smirk on her face.

“So...you like to fuck, huh?”

In spite of her exhaustion, Courtney chuckled drily.

“I’ve been trying to tell you…” she mumbled, and Bianca laughed, continuing to kiss her.

“Sorry to keep you waiting so long,” Bianca said. Her hands slid into Courtney’s hair, cradling the back of her head, lips trailing over her jaw.  

“I forgive you,” Courtney sighed, enjoying the tender affection. It was so gentle, and sweet, and made Courtney feel precious, warmth spreading through her to her toes. She reached a hand up to touch Bianca’s cheek.

As they kissed again, a giggle slipped from Courtney’s lips.

“What?” Bianca asked, nuzzling against her.

“You’re just...a little different than I expected,” Courtney admitted.

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“Well…” Courtney bit her lip, looking into Bianca’s dark eyes. “I just didn’t think you’d be so...I dunno. Sweet.”

“Disappointed?” Bianca whispered.

“No. I like you like this…”

“Well, don’t tell anyone,” Bianca warned. “You’ll ruin my reputation.”

“Okay,” Courtney said, fingers circling her left dimple. “I’ll just say you fucked me and then pushed me off the bed.”

Bianca laughed. “So, you’ve watched my sex tape?”

“Mmmhm,” Courtney giggled, feeling that familiar pride she always got when she made Bianca laugh.

As Bianca’s hot mouth found her neck, Courtney felt a tightness returning to her belly. She arched up, and Bianca chuckled slightly, bearing down against her.

“B…” Courtney whimpered, “It’s supposed to be your turn now.”

“I was trying to give you a few minutes to recover,” Bianca said, a wicked glint in her eye, hips rolling. “But I guess I can’t help myself.”  

Courtney’s breath came faster as her nails raked down Bianca’s back, gliding over her sweat-dampened skin. Feeling Bianca’s naked breasts against her own only made her long for more. She slipped her fingers under Bianca’s waistband, pushing her panties down impatiently.

“Can I help you with something?” Bianca raised her hips slightly to let Courtney push her panties down farther, until they got caught around her thighs.

“Please, B, please…”

“Yes, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“I want to feel you against me,” Courtney said, a desperate edge in her voice as she dug her fingers into Bianca’s ass, thighs spreading even more.

Bianca complied, pulling her panties off the rest of the way and then grinding down against Courtney’s welcoming body, making her gasp with pleasure. Courtney captured Bianca’s mouth in a kiss, nothing between them now but slick wetness as Bianca rubbed against her.

“Oh, fuck…”

*

Bianca raised herself up on her elbows, unable to resist watching Courtney’s beautiful face as she fell apart, cheeks flushed red, lips swollen, hips arching again and again. She reached down to butterfly her pussy open, grinding harder against her exposed, swollen clit. Courtney clung to Bianca for dear life as fingers sought out her heat, finding her dripping wet.

The way she moaned shamelessly made Bianca want to fuck her absolutely senseless.

“Hey…” she murmured into Courtney’s ear, not missing the telltale shiver. “I got another idea…”

Courtney turned towards her, lips chasing hers, soft sighs of pleasure turning to an indignant whine as Bianca rolled away, slipping off the bed.

“Patience, babydoll...” Bianca said, ducking under the bed to pull out a plastic box with the vague label of “SUPPLIES.” She pulled off the lid and pawed through the box, finding the dildo she was looking for, a very nice little beginner one in light pink, and placing it on the bed with a wicked smirk. “How do you feel about a strap-on?”

Courtney bit her lip, rolling over onto her side, thighs pressed together.

“I mean, I’ve never worn one before, but I’m willing to try…” she said, eyes fluttering.

“Very funny,” Bianca told her, watching her giggle and reach forward to touch the toy.

“It doesn’t really look like a dick,” she declared, running her fingers down the smooth length of it.

“Well...I’m not trying to trick you,” Bianca said, then paused before adding, “You can say no if you don’t want to-”

“I don’t wanna say no,” Courtney said, tilting her head, eyes still a bit glazed. “Let’s do it.”

Bianca grinned, dimples deep in her cheeks as she slipped on the harness and pushed the dildo through the ring, climbing back onto the bed. She handed Courtney a bottle of lube, then leaned back on her elbows, waiting.

“Do you want me to…”

“What do you want to do?” Bianca challenged, and Courtney lunged towards her, pulling her into a kiss.

She coated the toy generously with lube, a messy endeavor that was made even messier from her hurried enthusiasm. As she kneeled over Bianca, guiding the dildo towards her, Bianca started to tell her to take it slow, but she was too late, Courtney sitting down firmly against her with a gasp.

“Are you okay?” Bianca asked, tracing light patterns up her thighs, waiting for her to adjust.

Courtney nodded, leaning forward, starting to rock slowly. Getting to act out a literal fantasy was new for Bianca, and it took her brain a minute to catch up to what was happening, this golden-haired goddess riding her the way she’d dreamed of. Bianca groaned, mesmerized by her tits. She reached up to toy with them, and as her fingers brushed over the dark pink of her hardened nipples, Courtney let out a broken moan.

All Bianca wanted was to hear that sound again, and so she kept at it, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers, finally lifting her head to take one into her mouth, sucking gently at first and then harder, teeth nibbling at her, doing anything she could to chase the beautiful sound of Courtney coming apart.

*

“Oh, god…” Courtney’s thighs squeezed Bianca’s hips as she thrust forward frantically, unable to get enough of her. She thought she’d wanted her before, but nothing she’d imagined could compare to the real thing, the heat of her smooth, soft skin, the feel of her luscious curves, the way her hands felt on Courtney’s trembling body. Best of all, the look in her dark eyes as she gazed up at Courtney with pure, open desire, taking one of Courtney’s tits into her mouth, tingles shooting straight to her core as a tongue circled her nipple.

Courtney was so wrapped up in the moment that the sudden buzzing of the vibrator caught her completely off guard, lighting her up from within, making her cry out. Fingers dug into Bianca’s shoulders as she gasped for breath.

“Do you like that?”

The question barely registered in Courtney’s addled mind, but she answered on auto, nodding vigorously, the rolling waves of vibration washing over her. She whimpered pitifully as Bianca took control, pushing her onto her back, capturing her mouth in a kiss as she began to drive her hips forward faster and faster. Her controlled rhythm kept Courtney torturously on the edge, clawing at her back.

When Bianca turned the vibrator up, Courtney nearly blacked out, writhing beneath her, coming hard, and then again before she could catch a single breath, her entire body like a live wire as Bianca kept pumping her hips, slower now, teeth buried in the tender skin of her neck as she moaned, eyes rolled back.

Her mind was completely empty of everything but white-hot pleasure, lungs burning with a lack of oxygen, every thrust pushing her deeper and deeper into blissful agony, until she collapsed in exhaustion.

When Courtney’s eyes fluttered open, to the feeling of Bianca pressing soft kisses all over her face, she was drenched in sweat and still gasping for air. It could have been a minute later, or 10, or 10 years--she had no idea.

She wrapped her arms tighter around Bianca’s waist, holding her close.

“Wow.”

Bianca giggled softly, an adorably girlish sound, nuzzling into her cheek, and Courtney sighed against her, realizing that she still hadn’t reciprocated. This was turning into an upsettingly one-sided arrangement. Of course, there was the chance that the vibrator had made up for Courtney’s own lack of follow-through.

“Did you come?” Courtney asked hopefully, twirling a lock of Bianca’s hair around her finger.

“I did,” Bianca assured her. “You?”

“So many times.” Courtney let out a giddy laugh.

“Oh yeah? How many?”

“I lost count,” she admitted, head dropping backwards with a sleepy sigh.

For a few moments, they just breathed in the silence, bodies pressed together in a tangled heap, so sated that they soon drifted off to a contented sleep.

***

When Bianca’s eyes opened again, the evening sky had grown dark and Courtney was snuggled tight against her, tracing around her nipples so lightly, it made her shudder. She turned to Courtney with a dimpled grin.

“Hi,” Courtney said, eyes sparkling at her.

“Hey…How are you feeling?”

“Perfect...amazing…” Courtney stretched, making Bianca shift to give her more room. She flung a leg over Bianca’s, mouth turned up into a smirk. “So...are you glad I debated you into fucking me?”

“First time I enjoyed losing an argument…”

Courtney giggled, pushing Bianca onto her back and slipping a leg in between hers, lips seeking out Bianca’s for a deep, messy kiss. Bianca buried her hands into Courtney’s hair, enjoying the feel of a firm thigh against her. It was no longer rushed and desperate the way it had been earlier.  

It took Bianca a few minutes to catch on to what she was doing: lips brushing down her jaw to her neck, tongue over her collarbone, then circling her nipples. Slowly heading lower and lower.

“Court...what are you-”

“Fulfilling a promise…” Her breath was hot against Bianca’s abdomen, making her insides twist. She looked up at Bianca, batting her eyes innocently, bottom lip still brushing against her skin. “Is this okay?”

Bianca gulped. She was used to being in control, but could feel herself slipping, breath hitching as Courtney nibbled softly against her. When she didn’t immediately answer, Courtney crawled back up to capture her bottom lip in a heated kiss, teeth tugging it just enough that Bianca’s fingers dug into her waist. The way she hovered over Bianca’s body on her hands and knees, tits rubbing against Bianca’s own, made her shiver.

“I’m supposed to check, right?” Courtney asked, fingers skating up Bianca’s inner thigh to seek out her warm, wet pussy.

Bianca inhaled sharply, watching through heavy-lidded eyes as Courtney brought her slick fingers to her mouth, sucking hungrily at them, the satisfied noise she made so filthy that it made Bianca’s heart pound.

“Should I keep going?” Courtney asked, and Bianca nodded, allowing herself to relax backwards, enjoy the way she explored her body with a combination of tender affection and sordid greediness.

Her fingers curled back into Courtney’s hair as her head dipped lower and lower, eyes finally falling closed to concentrate on the heat of her tongue, when a bang on the door caused her to jump clean out of her skin.

“Bianca! Tell whatever slut you’ve got in there to cover up, we’re coming in!”

“Fuck me dead!” Courtney shrieked as the door flew open, snatching up a pillow to use as an ineffective privacy shield.

Willam stood in the doorway with her mouth open, just staring at them in absolute shock.

“That’s so Aussie,” giggled Alaska’s voice from behind her. “...Isn’t it?”

Willam turned around to ask incredulously, “Did you know it was Courtney she was fucking in there?”

“Yeah. Sorry. She’s loud.”  

“Huh…Not with guys,” Willam said.

Bianca was just getting over her shock of being interrupted in such a vulnerable state, her initial terror turning to indignant anger.  

“Excuse me!” she exclaimed, sitting up. “Is there a fucking reason for this invasion?!”

“Yes, asshole. Alaska’s been sexiled out here for hours and she needs to get her stuff,” Willam replied, hand on her hip.

“Shit.” Bianca glanced outside. The darkness had registered, but not the fact that they’d been keeping Alaska in purgatory. She would have felt a little bad...if she didn’t feel so fucking good.

“Omigod, Alaska, I’m so sorry!” Courtney cried guiltily. “I didn’t realize what time it was-”

“Clearly,” Willam said. “Get whatever you need, Lask. You can have Courtney’s bed tonight.” She turned back to Courtney, shaking her head with a scowl that just barely covered how amused she was. “I assume that’s okay with you, you fuckin’ whore?”

“Yes, of course!” Courtney said.

Bianca reached down for her blankets, which were piled down at the foot of the bed, pulling them up over their naked bodies to finally cover them both properly while Alaska retrieved her things.

“I guess she figured out what the tights meant,” she murmured into Courtney’s ear, earning a delighted laugh. Bianca pressed a kiss to her cheek, then unable to resist, nibbled softly down her jaw, almost immediately forgetting about their unwelcome company, whispering again into her skin, “God, you’re fucking delicious…”

Courtney’s cheeks were a lovely pink as she lowered the blanket slightly to say goodnight to the other girls.

“One word of advice, Bianca,” Willam said, holding the door open as Alaska scampered out. “...be careful.”

Bianca turned to her, glowering at her with a look that told Willam she better quickly shut the fucking door, but Willam continued.

“You know that thing about koalas and chlamydia...she could be patient zero…” she added.

Bianca leaned over and picked up one of Courtney’s sneakers from the ground beside the bed, hurling it towards Willam’s head with full force. She ducked, laughing, as it hit the door.

“Hey, I’m just looking out for your health!”

“Go!” Bianca yelled, blood pressure rising as Willam stuck out her tongue and finally shut the door behind her. She gave herself a few moments to shake off her irritation before turning back to Courtney with a smile. “Hey…”

“Hi.” Courtney bit her lip, suddenly bashful, and Bianca cupped her cheek gently.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah! I’m glad they know, actually,” Courtney said. “But…”

“But what?” Bianca felt a slight dread creep into the edges of her thoughts.

“But I kind of...have to pee.”

“Oh, yeah. Me too, actually,” Bianca chuckled, tossing the covers off. “And we should probably eat some dinner.”

“You’re still hungry?” Courtney asked, eyes flashing with a naughty glint.

Bianca laughed, utterly charmed. As she slid down from the bed, she caught Courtney’s gaze once again, dimples deep in her cheeks.

***

In the morning, once Bianca left for work, Courtney wandered back into her own room and flopped onto her unmade bed in a starry-eyed daze.

“Well well well. Look who’s joining us. The newest baby dyke,” Willam proclaimed, looking up from doing Alaska’s makeup.

“Will,” Alaska scolded, but Courtney just giggled, hugging a pillow to her chest.

She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night; neither of them did. And it was painful when Bianca finally slipped out of bed this morning to shower and get ready for work. Although Courtney had to admit, there was something sexy about watching her get ready--the almost choreographed routine of her hair and makeup, clad in a silky robe that kept slipping off her tanned shoulder, so enticing that Courtney eventually had to crawl to the edge of the bed to press a soft kiss against her. And then, when she began to get dressed, she allowed Courtney to dictate what she wore, down to the undergarments. She’d been amused when Courtney insisted on the set of forest green lingerie she’d bought that first week, the ones that had been at the center of Courtney’s most reckless fantasies.

“You like these?” Bianca had teased, dangling the panties between her fingers, laughing at the desperate edge in Courtney’s voice when she’d answered with a whispered ‘yes.’

Courtney curled around her pillow, counting the hours in her head until she would see Bianca again. She had an evening class after work, which meant that by the time she got home, Courtney would be stuck in her Cabaret rehearsal. It would be close to 11 pm before they’d be in the same room. Endless.

Willam looked up again, shaking her head and saying, “Surprised you can still walk after last night.”

“And this morning,” Courtney couldn’t help saying, with a cheeky grin. She nearly shivered with the memory of Bianca’s fingers working her into ecstasy while she was still in a sleepy, blissful haze, and then the intoxicating scent of her perfume right before she left, that glimpse she gave Courtney of the lingerie lingering in her mind, giving her something to obsess over all day.

Willam made a disgusted face, then began to fuss with Alaska’s hair.

“So...Ms. Del Rio took good care of you?” Alaska asked kindly, one eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, I’ll say…” Courtney smiled dreamily. “Did you know that you could come more than once, like in a row?”

“Everyone knows that, Courtney,” Willam said with an eye roll.

“No, I know, like in theory, but did you know actually?” Courtney sat up, eyes wide.

“Omigod,” Willam groaned. “She’s already fucked half your brain cells out.”

Alaska stifled a laugh, saying, “I’m real happy for you, Court.”

“Thank you. She just so…” Courtney searched for words, but came up empty. Shit, maybe Willam was right about her brain cells. She took a deep breath, noticing Alaska’s outfit for the first time. It was something she’d never worn before, and she looked adorable. “Alaska, I love that outfit! How come I’ve never seen it before?”

“It’s Willam’s.”

“Yeah, she had to borrow clothes since someone was getting railed in her bedroom this morning,” Willam said.

“Oh.” Courtney fell backwards, collapsing on the bed in blissful giggles. “Oops.”  

***

One thing that Bianca enjoyed about being the oldest one in their little group was that the others often assumed she was wise and experienced, even when she wasn’t. She liked the respect that came along with them believing that she knew things, and didn’t do much to dissuade their (sometimes incorrect) assumptions.

The truth was, though, as much experience as Bianca had with girls, she had never technically been in a “relationship.” She’d had plenty of one-night stands, but there wasn’t ever anyone that she felt justified calling a girlfriend.

Even though Courtney had blithely brushed aside her concerns about hooking up with a roommate, it didn’t totally negate them. She knew that, as close as they were and as much time as they spent together, there wasn’t going to be anything casual about their relationship. Even now, when it had been less than a day.

Her suspicions were confirmed when she got home that night to find a note on her pillow.

Had to go to rehearsal, but there’s a surprise for you in the fridge. XO, C

The surprise turned out to be homemade banana pudding, which was shocking to Bianca for two reasons. One, because in the months that she’d known Courtney, what she’d witnessed of her “cooking” was mostly just blending up smoothies or making kale chips, and very occasionally cooking some vegetables in a pan to dump over rice. To see what looked like a made-from-scratch dessert...even if it was terrible, the effort was overwhelmingly apparent. And two, banana pudding was Bianca’s favorite food, but she couldn’t for the life of her remembering ever telling that to Courtney.

She wanted to wait and maybe eat it together, but after about an hour, her resolve broke down, and she was in for a third surprise. It was good.

“How’s it taste?” Alaska asked, leaning on the doorframe.

“Oh, uh...it’s...it’s great, actually.”

“That was her third try,” her roommate confided, an amused smile playing on her lips. “She really likes you.”

“Well…” Bianca swallowed uncomfortably. “I really like her, too.”

But was it too much, too fast? Bianca couldn’t focus on her homework, mind too busy with racing, anxious thoughts. She tried to distract herself, sitting with Alaska (and then Willam, once she got home) and watching an idiotic reality show that they loved, all about children’s competitive cheerleading.

Courtney got back to the apartment around ten, immediately flying into the living room and climbing directly into Bianca’s lap, kissing her deeply, clearly unconcerned about their potential audience.

“Hey there,” Bianca murmured, when they finally came up for air. “How was your day?”

“It was the longest day of my life,” Courtney breathed, nuzzling into her neck. “I’m so glad to be home.”

In some ways, this was Bianca’s worst nightmare. So many feelings. Soft, gooey feelings, exposed and raw. But on the other hand, she did feel awfully warm in Bianca’s arms, and she smelled like heaven, and maybe feelings weren’t the worst thing in the world…

“Did you try the pudding?” Courtney asked. “Was it okay?”

“It was perfect.”

“Good.” Courtney twirled a lock of hair, lashes fluttering, and whispered, “Show me the bra…”

“There are other people in the room, you know,” Bianca murmured back, feeling her cheeks heat up.  

“So? Come on, just a peek.” Courtney tugged at her top button.

“Ugh...”

Courtney looked up, amused at Willam’s interruption. “What, Bill? You got an opinion to share?”

“Yeah. You’re being gross,” Willam said. “And you’ve never acted this way with a guy.”  

“Bianca’s better than a guy,” said Courtney.

Bianca looked up at Willam and offered a little shrug. “My dick vibrates.”

Alaska burst out laughing, looking up from her laptop. “Hard to argue with that logic, eh Will?”

“Whatever,” Willam said, rolling her eyes.

Courtney’s attention was back on Bianca, fingering her button, and Bianca gave a little nod of consent, letting her open it, a sharp inhale immediately following. It was, quite frankly, thrilling to see her so turned on just from a glimpse down her top. And then her head snapped up, almost like getting startled out of a dream, saying, “Alaska…?”

“Yes, Courtney?”

“Do you want to...borrow my bed again?”

“I already put my stuff in your room,” Alaska informed her.

“Oh, okay...beaut.” Courtney slid from Bianca’s lap and sauntered into her bedroom, Bianca quickly scrambling behind.

“Goodnight, guys!” Bianca tossed out.

Courtney gave a little wave to her other roommates before shutting the door firmly, cutting off the sound of their amused laughter. Then she turned and flashed the naughtiest, most wicked grin Bianca had ever seen.

“Lay down.”

#rpdr fanfiction #bitney #bianca del rio #courtney act #willam belli #alaska thunderfuck #willaska #college au #lesbian au #friends to lovers #fluff #smut #off limits #just friends #veronica #albatross

[alyisweyerd]

Colors

Summary: You have troubles sleeping, so does Bucky. You both realize you need each other. (I suck at summaries)

THIS TOOK ME FOREVER. Writers block hit me like a train as soon as i got started! But no fear! I finally got it done! This is for @buckysmischief​ #gabs1kwritingchallenge ! I hope yall enjoy!

THIS IS NSFW. IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE PLEASE DO NOT READ.

Warnings: Smut, friends with benefits, Buck being a dumb, reader also being a dumb

Enjoy!

              You leaned against the door frame to his room, arms crossed, you could tell he was awake. The way his frame tensed when the door creaked. Underneath the blankets was Bucky. If you didn’t know what it was you probably wouldn’t notice the brunette locks that laid flat on his pillow in a mess. The room was dark. Dark to the point where you wouldn’t know there was a bed or someone in it if the hall light wasn’t on in annoying florescent fashion. The door frame creaked as you got off of it, trying your best to stay quiet even though the super soldier was awake and knew it was you.

Closing the door sent the room into a blanket of darkness, the only light now illuminating him was the moon itself. Eyes trying hard to adjust, you move forward into the darkness of his room, knees brushing the edge of the bed, letting it dip underneath the pressure as you gather yourself up on it and underneath the duvet. You heard his breath hitch at the feel of your hands touching his bare shoulder. Tonight, you would curl up behind him and remind him that you’re here, Steve’s here, Sam is here. He has people that he can count on. Even if that just meant cuddling after a nightmare.

You knew his nightmares were bad. Across the hall and two doors to the left you could still hear him screaming. Tonight, was just like every other, except this time, you came to his aid. You always attempted to leave him be, he never was one to like being coddled. So, as you slipped your arm around his masculine frame, you felt the sweat, the shivering, you heard the shakiness in his gasping breath. The small tell-tale signs he has been dreaming of terrors that haunt his every move.

You two stayed like that, comforting him as he came back down to earth, doing nothing but grounding the man back to his bed, letting your fingers caress his stomach. The silence heavy but needed until Bucky felt like he was okay. Letting your eyes slide shut you listened to his shallow breathing and the heavy heartbeat that sang through his body.

“Thank you.” It was loud compared to the silence they just had. But his voice was barely a whisper. You hummed as he grabbed your arm wrapped around him and pulled you tighter. “Thank you.” He spoke once again, voice sounding tight in his throat as he pulled your hand to his mouth and kissed your tender knuckles.

Letting your head rest against his back you whispered, “Anything for you. You know that.” Letting the silence set in, the two of you both shut your tried to sleep more.

The morning came, and as you awoke, you felt the warmth of a sleeping super soldiers against you. His slow deep breaths tickling the nape of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your frame. Breathing in you inhaled him in, smelling of cinnamon and wood-fires, you snuggled closer to the burly man allowing yourself a moment of peace before he awakens and pushes you away.

His heart skipped and his breathing stuttered. He was awake. “Good morning, James.” Bucky looked down at you, eyes still foggy from sleep as he realizes whom he’s with and where he is.

“Why do you do this?” Bucky paused and pushed your shoulders so he can look at you. “Why do you come? Why bother?” You could tell the nightmare plagued Bucky’s mind still.

“Because… I care about you…” You rested your hand lightly on his chest as he flinched from your intimate touch. “You matter to me, Bucky.” Grey blue eyes met yours as he searched for the truth. Stretching upwards, your lips touched his in a feather light kiss. Painstakingly slow Bucky started to return the loving gesture you gave him. His arm tightening around you, your hands rushing up to his neck as he nudged your legs apart, you wrap one of them around his waist hoping to pull him even closer.

Your hands found his hair and you scratched at his scalp, making a deep guttural moan come from the large man. His calloused hand roaming your back, down your spine and to your hips, letting his hands caress the top of your ass. You pressed your chest against him, letting Bucky hold you tight. Kisses between the two of you got deeper as Bucky begged for entrance inside of your mouth, tongues colliding in a quiet, wet dance. Pressing against each other for dominance. Hands still in his hair you pulled, making another groan come from the burly man.

Pulling away from your mouth he worked his lips lower. Kissing your cheeks, jaw, neck, and stopping on your clavicle to suck a sweet bruise into your skin. A noise came from you that you haven’t heard in a while. Continuing his journey down your body he reached for the end of your shirt, pulling up on it.   Letting the piece of clothing fall to the ground Bucky continued, sucking and biting small marks onto your chest. Reaching your breasts, Bucky latched his mouth onto your right nipple, both of you releasing a groan he twisted your other nipple with his cold metal fingers. Your hands grasping at his hair, pulling at his long locks.

Your brain finally kicked into function and you opened your eyes. “B-Bucky…” You pushed against him to pull him back, “Bucky, please.” He finally got the hint and lifted his face, eyes full of sleepy lust.

“Mmm. What?” Bucky nuzzled your neck, leaving sloppy kisses.

You pulled up, resting your body on your elbows, your chest still on full display to Bucky as he slowly devoured you with his eyes. “Do you really think this is right? I mean… If we do this…”

“This doesn’t have to be anything serious.” That through you for a loop.

“What?” Bucky got off of you and laid on his side.

“We don’t have to make this anything more than… well, this…” Your eyes widened as Bucky smirked. You’ve always liked him, and this just put a pin into your plan.

You swallowed and looked up into his ocean eyes. “Is that what you want?” Bucky nodded and kissed your shoulder.

“If that’s okay…” Bucky paused, rubbing small circles into your hip. “If you’re okay with it…”

‘No…’ You thought this entire thing was terrifying, you; Bucky, the thought of all that is between you is the sex. It terrified you. Did this mean you weren’t good enough for him? Were you just another piece of ass to him?

You cared for Bucky. Dreamed of a life for him, where he can be happy, maybe even be happy with you. You just wanted him to be himself. If this is what he wanted, to be with you…But not with you. Then you can deal with it. Sucking up your pride, you swallowed, and nodded.

“I need you to say it, doll.” Bucky caressed the skin on your arm, letting goosebumps pop up from his touch.

“Y-Yes, Bucky… I want this.” Bucky let out a long breath.

“Thank fuck.” That was the last thing he said before his lips slotted with yours.  “Do you know how much I’ve wanted this? I have dreamed about this.” He trailed slowly down to your jaw, sucking a small kiss behind your ear, and then back down to your collarbone. “God, you’re amazing.” His hands rushed down to your hips, rubbing deep circles pulling the tops of your shorts down a tad.

“You’re gorgeous doll, perfect.”  Working back down towards your perked breasts, nibbling a bit on the small buds you gasped.

“J-James, please…” your nails found his shoulders and dug into the soft skin. “M-More…”

Bucky grabbed at your shorts and pulled them down your legs, along with your panties. Wasting no time, he immediately dragged his fingers up the inside of your thigh. “You gonna be wet for me doll?” You nod feverishly, letting the embarrassment settle in on your cheeks. Covering your face, you let out a shaky moan.

“Babydoll, get those hands away from your face so I can see you. I want to see all of you.” He grabbed one of your hands and pulled it away, your eyes connecting with his lust filled blue ones. “Perfect.”

Buckys metal hand dipped into your folds, letting you writhe and gasp. “B-Bucky, please…” Buck smirked and stroked at your clit, rubbing small circles against the nub full of nerves.

“Please what baby?” You tilted your head back against the pillow and groaned. He was going to be the death of you.

“I need you. Bucky- I need you in me, please.” Bucky laughed and yanked off his pajama pants and boxers.

“Well that’s all you had to say, princess.” Leaning over you, Bucky lined himself up with your entrance, pausing again. Bucky looked at you and his blue eyes turned serious. “Last chance, Y/N. Last chance to back out and we can say this never happened.”

You rolled your eyes, wrapping your legs around his hips. “For fuck’s sake Bucky!” You pushed the heels of your feet into his ass making him jolt forward into you.

You both moaned at the sensation. “Fucking hell, princess. You feel so amazing.” Letting you adjust, he leaned down and kissed at your neck, leaving love bites in his wake.

“Bucky, move, I’m ready.” Slowly, Bucky pulled out and pushed back in. Breathless moans let Bucky know he was doing something right. Bucky got faster, the tension between the two of you melting like butter. All that’s left is gasps and moans, and small dirty phrases whispered quietly into each other’s ears.

Your moans grew louder as you got closer to your peak. With a bite to his earlobe you came around him, the room hot and heavy with the stench of you two. “Im close.” Bucky whispered as he continued to slam into you.

“You can come in me, im on the pill.” Bucky let out a breath and grabbed your legs. Pushing them forward, Bucky angled himself directly onto that little spot that makes you swear you’ve seen god. “O-Oh fuck, Bucky!” His hips stuttered and he pulsed inside you once, twice, and then stilled his hips as he collapsed onto you.

“Jesus, why haven’t we done this sooner?” You laughed breathlessly as he pulled out.

Pulling away from you, Bucky looked down towards his mess and smirked a bit, pushing his and your come back into you. “Stay there, I’ll be right back.” Bucky sauntered towards the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with warm water, cleaning himself first and then you.

Flopping back down on the bed, Bucky brought his hands behind his head. “So whenever you want to drop by, you can.” You could tell he was starting to pull away again. Slowly you got up, collecting your things and putting them on slowly.

“Y-Yeah. Same goes for you. My doors always open.” Pulling you shirt over your head, you went for the door.

“Y/N?” Turning back around, you see Bucky, still stark naked, sitting up on his recently fucked in bed. ‘God he looks gorgeous.’

“Yeah?” Bucky smirked.

“See you around, okay?” You nodded and rushed out, desperately needing a shower and to get as far from him as you could for the moment.

***

Months… Months is how long this continues and its waring on you. The late-night texts, the small looks you receive in the common areas, sly touches to your side in the kitchen while he whispers into your ear what he plans on doing to you. You can’t do this for much longer. The two of you were in a deep make out session that was leading to clothes falling to the floor, your shirt, his shirt. Your pants undone for easy access. It took a puff of breath during a very intimate session on the bed to your neck to jolt you away from him to realize you can’t do this.

“Bucky. Stop. Violet—shit Violet…” That word pulled him away. He stopped, eyes wide, hands flinching away from you.

“Your safe word already? Doll, we just—” You stopped him and got up. Tears threatening to spill, you reached down to pick up your shirt off his floor. “Y/N… Shit—Y/N, c’mon, talk to me babe.” He reached out to, wrapping his hand around your elbow.

You yanked away as if he had burned you, tears now falling like a waterfall, fat and ugly. “Don’t. Don’t call me that…” Wiping pointlessly at your face you turned to him and gave in. “Buck… I can’t… I can’t do this anymore. The whole ‘Friends with Benefits’ thing.” You gave him air quotes, letting your eyes drift away from him. It hurt to look at him and say this. “Bucky, I can’t help that I’ve fallen hopelessly irrevocably in love with you.” You looked at his astonished face, eyes glued to his as you finally laid your heart out.

“I fucking love you and you won’t let me have you.” You hiccupped and wiped your nose poorly on your wrist. Bucky looked at you with confusion and sympathy. His face said; ‘oh you poor girl.’ That just pissed you off. “Stop looking at me like you haven’t known about this for months. I was so nervous getting into this type of relationship with you because of this. I knew I would. And I still did it because I wanted to be near you. With you in some way.” You laughed. “Sometimes I think, ’What if I just said no?’ Because what would happen? Would I still be in love with you? Would you be jumping on some poor girl in the bar?” You sat back down on the bed, tears falling in heavy droplets. Bucky remained silent after your reveal, making you feel that much worse about the entire thing.

The silence continued as your tears slowly came to a halt. Bucky sat on the bed next to you, giving you space but also trying to silently be there for you. His hand touched your lower thigh, a soft caress on your knee helped you breathe a little more. “You know… Together we make a pretty damn good team.” Buckys gruff voice made you look up at the man. His soft blue eyes gazing into you. He looked away and back down to his lap, pulling his hand with him. “I… I don’t know… How… I can’t just fall into something. It takes time and I thought… Maybe, there could be a way for me to forget that all this shit has happened. Maybe I could talk about it, or…” His eyes landed back on you.

“That first night you came to my room… Why.” Buckys eyes burned into your soul, pulling you towards him.

Sniffling, you answered, voice cracked and weak. “You were screaming… I knew you were having nightmares and I just…” You wiped your nose once again. “I wanted to help.” Bucky hummed and looked back down to his feet.

“I get that… The feeling of wanting to help. When Stevie and Tony started fighting over the accords, I wanted to help him. I felt like what I was doing was right.” Bucky paused and huffed. “But that has nothing to do with what me and you are going through.” He turned back to you and smiled. “You did help me. After that night… The nightmares… They became less recurring. I wake up fresh every morning, feel like I can conquer the world.” Laying his hand on yours he squeezed lightly. “You did that. You. Being around you, hearing your laugh, your moans, your breathing being near you helped me feel like a human again instead of some super soldier machine.” Your eyes widened, and you looked at his face for any sort of hint to a lie.

“At first I thought it was the sex. Which I really enjoy by the way.” That made you smile a bit, a laugh bubbling up in your chest. “So, I kept you at a distance. ‘I get lonely and drift to my thoughts, call Y/N.’ I can’t sleep. ‘Y/N, you up?’ I wake up in cold sweats from vivid dreams, I walk to your room and sneak in.” You turned your hand in his and intertwined your fingers. “I started relying on you for sex alone because that’s what I thought would help… But you started talking to me, letting me in. Giving me a chance to know the real you.” Bucky smiled and rested his forehead against yours. “I started falling for you… I just thought you wanted the same from the beginning, so I never bothered. I didn’t want to scare you off.”

Your reached up to touch his face, your thumb caressing the laugh lines next to his mouth. “I love you, James Barnes.” You kissed him passionately, pulling in all the emotion you’ve hidden.

“I love you too, doll.”

Your hands reached up into his locks and you scratched at his scalp. “What do we do now?”

Bucky laughed and kissed you again. “How about we finished what we started?” You smiled and laid back down on the bed.

“Deal.”

#gabs1kwritingchallenge #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky #james buchanan barnes #bucky x y/n #team lads ass tries to write

[snowstark]

The Flower Shop (Starker)

Sugar Daddy (Starker)

For @starkerbingo​

Fill: Sugar Daddy

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It was an ordinary Thursday morning when the most beautiful man in the world Peter had ever seen stepped into his flower shop. The first time Peter saw him, he was completely captivated, unable to tear his eyes away the moment his foot crossed the threshold as he stepped through the door.

Peter’s mouth went dry when the man came towards him, running a hand through his hair. He had nice hands, Peter noted. And nice hair. And nice eyes. And a nice face.

“Hi.” The man gave him a brisk smile. “Do you have carnations? Preferably pink ones, if you don’t mind. A dozen would be perfect.”

“Uh,” Peter said intelligently. When the man raised his eyebrows, Peter nearly tripped over himself to answer. “Yes, yes, I do! Um, it’s right past the—actually, let me just get it for you, it’s no problem and we’re not really busy, so.” He scrambled to grab a dozen, picking out the prettiest and brightest ones in the vase. “Is this good, Sir?”

The man smiled, looking amused. “Yes, that’s perfect. Thank you, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. Peter’s heart skipped a beat, and he beamed, feeling the most pleased he’d ever felt in years. “Of course! Would you like to write a personal note to go along with them?”

“Ah, no, that’s alright, darling. Just the flowers will be perfect.”

Peter nodded hard enough to give himself whiplash, and with fumbling fingers, wrapped the flowers in the best bouquet he could do. He even added a nice white ribbon to hold it in place, glancing up every once in a while. His heart sank in disappointment when he saw the man scrolling absentmindedly through his phone, and when they made eye contact, he hastily looked down, flushing bright red.

Finally, he finished, and handed them to the man. “Here you go, Sir.” He hurriedly typed it into the computer, and said shyly, “That’ll be eleven—”

Before he could even finish, the man placed a large wad of cash, all one hundred bills, onto the counter. “Keep the change,” he said, inspecting the flowers with a satisfied look on his face. “The tip’s for you.”

Peter’s jaw dropped, and he stared at the bills disbelievingly. When he looked up, the man was already halfway out the door.

The door jingled shut, and Peter was left standing there with a pile of cash in front of him. He hesitated, then took it, pocketing the most generous tip—if it could even be called that—he’d ever been given.

___________

Peter wasn’t expecting to see the man again, but he was proven wrong when the man entered the store, once again on a Thursday morning. Peter stood straight, smiling shyly. “Hi,” he greeted bravely. “How’re you doing today, Sir?”

The man seemed pleased. “Great, actually. What about you, sweetheart?” He picked out a single red rose and laid it down on the counter.

Peter’s heart swelled at the pet name once again. “I’m great, now that I’ve seen you,” he replied casually, then felt his face grow warm at what he’d said. He opened his mouth to apologize, but the man spoke before he could.

“You’re a real sweet thing, you know that?” He stuck a hand out, and said, “Tony.”

Peter stared, then reached out and shook his hand. “I’m Peter.”

“Nice to meet you, Peter.” Tony nodded his head at the rose. “That’ll be all for today.”

When Tony left after once again paying a few hundred dollars, all Peter could feel was the warmth of Tony’s hand gripping his own.

__________

It became a frequent thing, Tony coming into the shop every Thursday morning. It became a thing for Peter, a part of his schedule; he always counted down the minutes until Tony arrived.

He played around on his phone after the old lady he’d helped left, having nothing else to do. When the familiar jingle sounded, he looked up, and didn’t even bother to hide his grin when he saw Tony.

Today, Tony was dressed in a nice gray suit with a bold striped tie. He wore tinted sunglasses, as always. He held two cups of coffee, one in each hand, and Peter had to press his lips together so that he wouldn’t drool all over the counter—and it wasn’t because of the coffee. Peter knew he was shit at hiding his reactions, because Tony grinned at him with a knowing glint in his eyes. “Hey, darling.”

“Hi,” Peter responded shyly. “Any flowers today?”

“Mm, not today. I brought something for you this time.” Tony held out a cup of coffee and set it down on the counter. He lifted his own cup to his lips and took a sip. “Just thought you might want a cup. It’s getting pretty chilly.”

Peter blushed. “Thank you,” he said softly. “I appreciate it.”

“Of course.” Tony shrugged. “I also have this.” He put down his cup, and pulled out a burberry scarf from his pocket. He reached out, putting it around Peter’s neck, and warmly wrapping it around him.

Peter gaped at him. “I… Tony… no….”

Tony shrugged, picking up his cup again. “What?” he said innocently. “Just a gift. You have the best flowers in town; you deserve it.” Before Peter could argue, he checked his watch, and said, “Oh, would you look at that. Looks like I’m late for my meeting. Again.” With a grin, he winked at Peter and said, “See you next week, baby.”

Baby.

And he left Peter standing there, wearing the most expensive clothing article he would ever own, with a cup of coffee in front of him.

__________

The gifts continued, ranging from a poetry book to a Rolex watch. Peter felt fucking pampered—and he was. He wasn’t sure how to deal with it at first; he was pretty much a broke college student so it wasn’t like he could actually reciprocate all of the expensive things that Tony kept giving him. He supposed the man wouldn’t have accepted anything he’d have tried to offer anyway; he practically shit out money.

Peter examined the grey Rolex watch around his wrist, seeing his own reflection glinting on its surface. It really was amazing that in the span of two months, he was suddenly wearing designer clothing, not rotating between the same few shirts and pants. Was this how having a sugar daddy felt like? Probably.

The tinkle of the shop’s bell made Peter look up hopefully, and sure enough, Tony walked in, looking abso-fucking-lutely spicy. Peter salivated.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Tony greeted warmly. He picked up a bouquet of white flowers, then leaned on the counter. “There’s actually something I’ve been wanting to say.”

Peter held his breath. That didn’t sound good. “O...kay?”

“I’ve been wanting to ask you, how much would you complain if I asked you out for dinner tomorrow evening at seven?”

Peter froze. “Dinner?” he echoed, sounding as if it was a foreign concept.

Tony, for the first time, hesitated, seeming a little unsure. “I mean, you don’t have to, but I thought… Oh, God, unless you’re … not eighteen yet? Jesus, please don’t tell me I’ve been hitting on a—”

“No, no, I am!” Peter spluttered. “I’m in college, I swear!” His face turned red. “I just… I wasn’t expecting you to ask someone like me out.”

“Someone like you?” Tony echoed, sounded thrown off. “Darling, you… you’re gorgeous, do you not understand that?”

Peter blushed, and then said, “Dinner sounds great.”

Tony grinned. “Perfect.” He reached out, took Peter’s hand in his own and kissed it, making Peter giggle. “I’ll text when my driver starts leaving the house.” He pressed a folded up piece of paper into Peter’s hand, and then left.

Peter grinned, and was delighted to find that the note was Tony’s phone number. Well, his life was certainly different now.

God bless the flower shop for introducing him to Tony.

#starkerbingo2019 #starker #tony x peter #tony stark/peter parker #sugar daddy au #sugar daddy tony #flower shop au #fanfic #ficlet #my fics

[skiittles]

bullshit

i am really thankful for this site. i know there are other places i could spill my shit but here we are. i feel like i’m not going to get back into writing my feelings so why not blog into a void i’ve gone thru alot in the passed few years between an abusive relationship, sexual assault, and pediatric cancer. fuck. who would’ve thought THAT would happen to my family?? you never think it’s gonna be you. not me sounding like a young adult novel...but its true. the movies lowkey do a good job at describing how it feels to get news about cancer. it’s devastating. it makes your ears ring and your vision go blurry. especially when it’s a child, like who deserves that?? i was 18 when my 12 yr old sister was diagnosed with medulloma blastoma...i dont care if the spelling is right but thats how it sounds. it has no relation to genetic cancer, roughly 8 kids in every state get it and it almost ruined my family. sometimes i hate talking about it but most of the time it feels good. it is constantly on my chest so when i talk about it, it’s like a mini vacation because someone else gets to feel a glimpse of the pain i felt when we were told. it’s not about attention, it’s not about the spotlight on me. its please someone else feel this pain while i’m talking up a storm so i can stop feeling it for a split second. thats selfish but sometimes, most times, i don’t care. heart shattering isn’t even close to what i felt the first time i saw her after everything happened.   and let me be clear, i didn’t have the best relationship with my sister prior to...we were really far apart in age and i found both my younger sisters annoying. so when she ended up almost dying in the hospital i realized how detached i was from her life..and it shouldnt have taken that much for me to realize it and i will feel guilty about that for a long time. i wish it would stop, honestly. thankfully, we have a great relationship now and i miss her all the time.  the hospital was horrible. she had brain surgery because one of her tumors, the biggest one, caused her to stop responding and that’s the only reason anyone believed she had cancer. every doctor before then said she just had horrible vertigo and that it would never go away. wrong dickfuck it was 6 fucking brain tumors. i mean why did you even go to school you fucking idiot. k i l l  y o u r s e l f. i watched my mom deteriorate in real time and i have to say that is not something i wish on anyone. if there’s anything worse than watching your baby sister have a fucking brain tumor (or 6) it’s watching your mother fall apart because there’s nothing she can do.  i found out thru facebook that she had cancer. i rushed to the hospital expecting another answer, as if that were true. mom told me she didn’t even deserve the 12 years she got with her. i probably will never forget the look in her eyes when she said that. she meant it. i told her she was being too hard on herself. it breaks my heart she would even say that. i know most kids say they have the best mom, but i have never seen a mother love her own kids like my mom. it’s fierce and unapologetic. it’s like lightning. she’s the strongest woman i know, and i’m grateful Jesus gave me to her. my sister is alive btw. she’s my age now when i found out, and she’s beautiful. the cancer took her hair forever but she doesn’t even need it, and she has plenty of wigs. i’m so proud of her. i tear up sometimes when i see her because she has been through so much that she didn’t deserve. harsh realities and so much nausea. hair loss, hearing loss, sense of smell loss, cataracts in her eyes, weight loss, chemo...being ripped from everything she knew at 12...i can’t imagine. and she still loves Jesus. she’s so much stronger than me. the wisdom she already has is inspiring. and she’s so kind, the kind that would make shitty people mad and i love it about her, she shines. i want the world for my sisters my youngest sister is a completely different kind of strong. she overcame having to possibly bury her sister at the ripe old age of 10. she went thru and watched her sister wither away from chemo and cancer and endured being neglected unintentionally bc bailey needed so much attention...she was also ripped away from everything she knew at an even younger age.  she was too young to go in the hospital room bailey almost died in so my mom literally recorded a video of her on her phone of jamie saying goodbye to bailey and how much she loves her and that she will miss her. i....have never forgotten that. she was crying in the video. she was so little. she didnt deserve that. shes 16 now and she is a girl on fire. so incredibly kind and sweet but if you cross her she will absolutely call you out. i admire both of these girls, i love them

i dont have time for therapy so this is what ive decided will be my therapy!

#cancer #braincancer #therapy