#i was gonna draw this for 1k but then. i got more than that so 😭

[putting-kinger-in-places]

digital art isn't quite my forte, but i figured I'd try just this once. Just for you guys. Thanks for all your love and support on my little gimmick blog. - Mod Caine

#the amazing digital circus #tadc kinger #kinger #not a place #ps... secret mod note.... requests will open back up soon!!! i promise you guys im working on them #ill make a post when they are back open haha #i was gonna draw this for 1k but then. i got more than that so 😭 #really thank yall so much for being so kind it's been so much fun and im glad to continue to do it

[euaphoric]

🕸️ KINKTOBER - DAY 2. 🕸️

Differences

[PAIRING] haechan x f!reader

[GENRE] college au, popular jock x loner, pwp [WARNINGS] angst?, smut, lowkey perv!hc, dry humping, premature ejaculation

summary: haechan was everything you’re not: popular, wealthy, multitalented, and otherworldly attractive. you despise people that get everything handed to them, wanting nothing to do with him— until you get paired up as partners for a project together…

wc -> 2.2k

A/N: so uhhh, this was very much not supposed to be this long but sometimes i just keep going and don’t know when to stop tbh .-. alsoo i hit 1k followers today thanks sm it rlly means a lot 🫶🫶

kinktober m.list

“fuckk, it’s pouring!” you shrill from the sudden heavy downpour, hovering your chemistry textbook over your head which barely shields anything. of course you didn’t predict these weather conditions (and didn’t bother to check your weather app beforehand) so you thought not to bring a jacket. it’s not like it was some light drizzle going on either, it was raining buckets outside— and you were so fucked. you pick up your speed, practically sprinting to the bus stop, completely forgetting that haechan was right behind this whole time. it honestly still hasn’t fully clicked in your mind that you were now lab partners and had to work together for the entire remaning semester. you weren’t thrilled about it, frankly, you were hoping anyone but haechan but since you have the worst possible luck known to existence, you got paired with him by a random draw. now you’re stuck with him for the next 3-4 months…

“damn, i think that’s the first time i’ve ever heard you curse,” haechan quickly catches up with you, taken aback by your choice of language, “wait- here, take this.” he pulls his football letterman jacket off his body, slinging it around your shoulders. “uh- no it’s okay, i’ll be fine.. don’t worry!” you shook your head to refuse but haechan just kept insisting, telling you how he was raised to be a ‘gentleman’ and it’d be morally wrong of him not to offer his jacket to a woman when it’s raining. “just take it y/n, it’s not gonna kill ya!” he promises, only satisfied once you finally cave in after numerous attempts going back and forth. you may have let him win this round but you definitely won’t be going easy on him next time, that’s for certain.

yeah haechan may be nice and all but that doesn’t make him a saint or any different than everyone else, he’s just a regular guy to you, nothing more or less. you’ve known him for a grand total of 2.5 days and on the first day of class you just so happened to be assigned as permanent lab partners with him — the most popular guy at uni practically. haechan was the topic of every girl’s discussion, whether it was wondering if he came from a loaded family, is single or has a girlfriend, or how he can afford a $4,500 pair of sneakers, theres always a spotlight drawn to him somehow. frankly you didn’t give a rat’s ass about any of that stuff, you didn’t care much to make a lot of friends nor socialize with everyone. ever since middle school you’ve preferred to be alone, it’s not something you’re embarrassed about, you just value your education more than temporary friendships.

when it was announced that you’d be partners with haechan word spread around quickly, you couldn’t stand attention being cemented on you but haechan simply thrived off that notion. he craved all the gossip about him because he’s an attention whore— at least, that was your impression of him when you first met. you personally have no interest in getting to know him further than finishing this project, he probably has dozens of girls in his phone he can call to hook up with every day if he wanted to. ‘it’s just for one semester y/n you can do this… you’ll be fine.’ you keep telling yourself over and over. after what felt like ages the bus finally came, saving you from standing in silence with him any longer than necessary. soon as the door opens you make a dash for it, scanning your bus pass and looking for a seat within the crowded aisles. there just so happened to be 2 free open seats near the back so you scurry to sit down as haechan follows, taking the seat next to yours.

just as you were about to put in your airpods and shut out the world, haechan turns over to ask something. “so.. why’d you want me to come to your dorm instead of mine?” his face gets unreasonably close to you, completely invading your personal space. “it’s just.. more quiet i guess.” you awkwardly reply, slowly backing away from his overbearing presence. you must admit though, whatever cologne he was wearing smelled really good. “why’re you assuming that my place would be loud? do me and my friends really seem like that much of obnoxious assholes?” he cocks his eyebrow, confused by your lack of enthusiasm. it’s not unusual for haechan to be uninterested in someone but it’s pretty rare for him to find the opposite. the more you push him away the more he wants to know about you, your cold personality fueled a burning desire inside that he hasn’t felt in ages. it’s like having a one-sided crush, he enjoys the chase of going after what’s unattainable, he loves a challenge.

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“have you always been this quiet your whole life?” haechan proceeds to bother you yet again while you’re writing notes for the project down. you thought flat out ignoring him would work in your favor, he’s already asked about five questions already and you’ve yet to answer any of them — he doesn’t give up as easy as you thought however. “no seriously, did i do something? is there a reason why you act so cold towards me?” there he fucking goes again. if he actually paid attention he’d notice that you don’t exclusively treat him any differently than everyone else, you didn’t want a partner for this project and rather work on it alone from the start. he’s so full of himself that he can’t even fathom the idea of someone not wanting to shower every ounce of their undying love and attention for him. “god… do you ever shut up?” you lowly mutter under your breath, getting up from your table to go grab something. thankfully you don’t think he heard you, all you got in return was a simple “huh?” still not acknowledging his other questions, you come back with a pumpkin spice candle, setting it on your window sill to light it. you may or may not have a slight obsession with candles, you’ve hoarded so many to the point you lost count but since it’s fall why not bring out your favorite scent of the season. plus it’ll ventilate the room so you don’t have to be reminded of haechan’s strong cologne, which you actually liked but refuse to give his already inflated ego such a compliment.

after an hour or so of drafting outlines for the project you take a break to get some water, coming back to your motionless partner with a bored look on his face. he made a few contributions but you mostly did the work, which you don’t mind doing anyway since you’re confident in your academic abilities. you’ve been sensing haechan’s eyes on you all night, as you took a sip from the glass you feel the most intense awkwardness, you’re hoping he asks something dumb at this point. “are you a virgin?” he blurts out on a whim. you almost spit out your water, there’s no way in hell he just asked you that. “wait— w-what?” all of a sudden you’re a flustered mess and can’t talk properly, why would he want to know something so personal like that anyway? “ah, so you do talk!” haechan belts out a chuckle, gloating in his small victory, “i just wanted a reaction out of ya and finally got it!” you wanted to wipe that smirk clean off his face, maybe you were right to call him a pretentious asshole the first day you met. “y’know i can report you to the board for asking your lab partner weird sexual questions, right?” you try your best to sound intimidating but it doesn’t seem to faze him one bit, instead he continues leaning in closer. “stop pretending like you don’t secretly like it,” your skin collects goosebumps when his palm lands on your thigh, “‘cause for someone who supposedly doesn’t like me is acting awfully comfy with me right now.” his grin widens as he looks down, you couldn’t believe your eyes when you realize both your legs were intertwined together under the table.

you shriek in a panic, scooting your chair away to the far end of the table, “in your fucking dreams. i actually don’t, perv.” scoffing at his boldness, this is definitely a guy who thinks he can have his way with anyone he wants. even if you did find him attractive that still doesn’t mean you inherently want to sleep him. his face is really pretty though, like way above average, you 100% get why he’s so popular and some part of you wants to find out what all the hype’s about. a little test drive wouldn’t hurt anything, right? “awe, you sound so cute when you swear,” he teases, yet again moving close to you with no regards of personal space, “would sound better if you were moaning it as i fill you up with my cock.” his eyes stare at your lips intensely, wanting more than anything to violently make out with you. that last sentence shouldn’t have made you as wet as it did, but you couldn’t help yourself anymore, you were done trying to fight it. as your lips crash into his, a surge of heat rushes through your body, tilting your head slightly sideways to gain more access. his soft lips felt buttery smooth against yours, melting instantly as he brings his hands to wrap around your waist firmly.

as you run your fingers along the entirety of his length, slowly rubbing his shaft through his jeans. you hear how pretty he sounds when he moans, loving every bit of it in your ear. you keep stroking and feeling haechan’s cock, choosing when to go slow or fast. it made you undoubtedly wet knowing someone like you could turn him on, feeling how stiff his cock got soon as you touched him, pulsating in the palm of your hand. his face scrunches as if he just sucked on a lemon, erratically rutting his hips up as his breathing gets heavier. “ah- shiiit..” he was so far gone, gritting his teeth from the intense pleasure when he suddenly jerks up from out of your grasp. “dammit, dammit, dammit” he whispers under his breath, you strike a confused look when he flinches from you trying to touch him again. it doesn’t make sense how eager he was just a minute ago but is now doing a literal 180. “i already came..” the guilt and embarrassment was apparent in his voice. how could a girl like you even make a guy cum just from simply touching them? he’s definitely had much more experience than you ever will. “i’m not a virgin, are you?” you decide to finally entertain his question, you’ve got nothing left to lose anymore. he definitely wasn’t expecting that answer at all, he was really hoping he could be your first. “yeah, me neither, but you sure do make me feel like one again ..” this is probably the first time something like this has ever even happened to him.

for the past 15 minutes you’ve been grinding up and down against haechan to get his dick hard again, which didn’t take long to do at all. closing your eyes in pleasure as his teeth grazed your skin, biting gently on the sweet spot of your neck. “nnghh~” you mewl, feeling so needy and helpless at the moment, all you could do was continue sensually rolling, massaging, and rubbing your aching core onto his clothed crotch. you really did want more but you couldn’t give it all up too easily, this is all he’s getting from you until you officially say so. “fuck.. feels ssoo gooood..” haechan groans, hips bucking at any slightest movement you make, he needs to fuck your tight cunt so bad. “y-yeah, feels good? wan’ m-more?” you brace your shaky hands on both his shoulders for leverage, feeling the tent in his pants stiffen as you rock your hips in sync with his. the fact you two were acting like some animals in heat, going at it and humping each other fully clothed was surreal to you. it had to be that intoxicating cologne he wore that reeled you in. as you were whimpering and crying out to him, haechan keeps expressing how much he needs you, how badly he wants to be inside. “need this throbbing little cunt to swallow my cock like right now.. i wanna be buried so deep inside.. need to feel your walls clench as you twitch and cum around my shaft, pretty please…” he grunts, already completely whipped and ready to risk it all for you. it didn’t take much for him to cum the second time either, granted he lasted longer than the first time but still wasn’t his best. the way you roll your hips and moan out his name was enough to get the blood rushing through his veins, pushed to his breaking point once again.

you came with him the second time, tangling your fingers in his messy brown hair. a string of curses leave your mouth as you chase your high, still slowly grinding on top of him as you rest your head on his shoulder. “now i understand why you’re so quiet..” he murmurs, veiny hands still finding purchase around your delicate waist. you of course wondered why, which he simply responded with “‘cause your actions do all the talking for you instead.”

#kinktober 2023 #haechan smut #haechan drabbles #haechan x f reader #haechan x reader #lee donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck smut #nct smut #nct x reader #nct x female reader #haechan imagines

[finelinevogue]

an absolute nuisance

summary - harry is a nuisance in the morning

pairing - boyfriend!harry x reader

word count - -1k

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“What’s this for?” Harry sat up in bed against the headboard.

The duvet was pushed down onto his lap so his bare torso was showing. There was a little roll or two where his stomach was tucked over from where he was sitting.

“Happy first day of spring!” You smiled cheerily.

You felt happy this morning.

The sun was shining into your bedroom, the sky was cerulean blue and the birds were chirping away.

You handed Harry his mug of peppermint tea, which he religiously had every morning, whilst you enjoyed the classic english breakfast tea. Milk, no sugar.

“Thank you, m’love.” Harry smiled, giving you a moment to kiss him softly before you situated yourself beside him crossed legged.

“Sleep okay?”

You took a sip of your drink even though you knew it would be too hot.

Harry kept his hands around his mug as if it was the middle of winter, more out of habit than necessity.

“Mm, yeah. You?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m going ‘round to Noel’s this afternoon to drop off some tech gear.” Harry told you.

“Okay.” You nodded, “I’ve got work at 2.”

“When do you get off?”

“Should be about 6, but you know what they’re like.” You rolled your eyes.

“If Katherine keeps you for extra hours again, love.. I’m going down there myself to kidnap you.”

You chuckled, “Kidnap me?”

“Yeah. I’ll stage the whole thing. I’m an actor now, you know?” He winked at you, carefully taking a sip of his drink.

“Okay, Mr Hollywood.”

You stayed chatting about everything and nothing whilst you enjoyed your morning teas, before you decided to start getting ready for the day.

“Where you going?” Harry asked, his hand softly stroking small circles into the exposed skin of your thigh.

“Need to get ready.”

You reached over to draw the loose hairs away from his eyes, allowing your hand to brush over his cheek as it moved due his face.

Harry warmed at the feeling, his cheeks glowing in colour as your skin moved across his.

“Don’t go.” He pouted.

You moved from your cross legged position to sitting on your legs in a kneeling position. You leant closer to Harry and cupped both of his cheeks with your hands.

“I’m only going to get ready.” You kissed him. He kissed you.

“Wanna stay in this moment with you forever.” You kissed again.

“And make me late for a shift with Katherine? I don’t think so. If I had a dick, she’d cut it off.”

Your words sent a laugh through Harry, him complaining how sometimes you really did know how to ruin a moment. You took it as a compliment, because sometimes it would a good tactic to have.

“She’ll cut off my tits instead.”

“No!” Harry pretended to be horrified, which sent you into a fit of laughter. You sank you face down into the crook of his neck to hide yourself.

He smelt so good. And how? It was first thing in the morning and he smelt so homely and perfect.

Harry took the moment to his advantage, pushing himself over you and trapping you underneath him. The manoeuvre was too quick for you to even understand the logistics of it.

“Harry!” You sighed with a giggle.

“You have four hours before you need to leave.” He whined. “Stay with meeee.” He buried his face against your neck and left a trail of kisses there, getting close to the spot behind your ear that made you melt.

“But I need to do stuff.”

“Yeah? Like what? Maybe love on your boyfriend?”

“Gonna be just my friend in a moment if you don’t let me go.” You huffed.

Harry’s head perked up at that. “There’s nothing friendly about what you did to me last night.”

“You make it sound like you were helpless…” You giggled.

“I was!”

“Oh give over.”

“You had me completely surrendered.”

“You’re such a nuisance.” You groaned, trying to lift up but he was too heavy for you.

“And yet you love me. Sounds like you’ve got the issues, babe.” He teased you.

“I hate you.”

“I love you too.” He kissed you. Reluctantly, you kissed him too - which only ended up with you staying in bed for another four hours…

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[moonstruckme]

In a week-

Hear me out: Rockstar Poly!marauders and Rockstar!reader???? Like, maybe no one knew the marauders was dating reader till they performed together for an event?????

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rockstar poly!marauders x rockstar!reader ♡ 1k words

The tabloids had started speculating when too many of your tour dates lined up. It’s only natural that you’d end up spending some time together, in the same occupation and occupying the same spheres, so you were seen with each of the boys at various eateries, at afterparties, on the street. The only problem for journalists was, they couldn’t figure out which band member you were dating. 

They were clutching at straws. A picture of you grabbing Remus’ hand to pull him into a store, an interview wherein Sirius had complimented your new single, a zoomed-in video of James carrying four coffees back up to the hotel instead of three. The speculation was all over the place, scattered and nearly baseless. 

Not after tonight. It had been Lily, the Marauders’ manager, who’d had the idea to take this story by the reins. She’d pointed out that fans were only getting more obsessed with the question of which of the boys you were dating, and with both of you releasing new albums soon, it was as good a time as any to capitalize on that interest. Plus, if you did the big reveal before any magazine could figure it out, it’d be your concert that went viral, not their publication. “More press,” she’d said enticingly, “means more people learning your names and listening to your music.” 

You’d thought the boys would be the ones to have qualms. Remus wasn’t the type to enjoy making his private life public (it was more an unfortunate side-effect of his career than a draw) and James always talked about how keeping your relationship a secret made it feel less like they had to share you with everyone else, but in the end, they got on board with Lily’s scheme quickly. You all agreed that someone was going to figure you all out sooner or later, and if your romantic life was going to be broadcast, it may as well be on your own terms. 

Still, that doesn’t mean you’re not nervous. 

“Loosen up, angel,” James says, prodding at your foot with his as you lie on Remus’ chest, picking through his usually well-guarded stash of chocolate. “This is supposed to be fun, remember?” 

“It’s not the show I’m worried about,” you say, rubbing your socked foot along his mindlessly. “I’m excited to play with you guys, I just wish we could do that without everyone making assumptions.” 

Remus hums in agreement, but Sirius makes a derisive sound, turning to look at you from the mirror. His eyeliner is half done, making one eye seem big and dangerous and the other naked. 

“You two are being so dramatic,” he says. “Of course they’re gonna assume, and they’ll be right. That’s the point.” 

You sigh, tipping your head back onto Remus’ shoulder, and he runs his hand up and down your side commiseratively. 

“It’s going to be a great show.” James tries again to lift your foul mood. You try to look less dismal in return. “You and Sirius’ voices go so well together, the crowd will love it.”

“It’s true.” Sirius smirks at you through the mirror. “And later, we’ll go to the afterparty—”

“Do we really have to?” Remus asks.

James looks sympathetic, reaching forward to rub his calf consolingly. “‘Fraid so, love. Lily says the only way to control the narrative is to talk to people after the show. We don’t have to stay the whole time, but we’ll practically be on the clock.”

“Anyway,” Sirius goes on. “We’ll go to the afterparty, and everyone will tell us how cute we are together, and everyone north of the equator will want to be us and fuck us at the same time.” 

You can tell Remus has something to say about that, but before he can, Lily pops her head into the dressing room. “Guys, the opener is finishing up,” she says, eyes lingering on each of your faces assessingly. “Everyone ready?”

“Just a second…yeah,” Sirius says, finishing his perfectly messy eyeliner. “Ready.”

Lily nods before ducking back out, off to go coordinate light technicians or whatever she does in the rush before shows. James offers you and Remus a hand each, hauling you up. You lick your thumb, wiping a bit of chocolate from the side of Remus’ mouth, and he gives you a half-smile of thanks. 

“We got this,” you whisper to him, and he takes your hand, squeezing lightly. 

“I know we do, sweetheart.” 

Sirius is the only one talking as you all make your way to the side of the stage, the crowd cheering loudly as the opening act wraps up their set. 

“Hey.” A hand lands on your shoulder, and you turn to find James attached to it. He’s looking at you with more than the usual pre-show nerves, something more like worry. “Are you really upset about this? We don’t have to go through with it, it’s not too late to tell Lily it’s off.” 

Yes it is, but he’s a sweetheart for saying so. “No, I’m okay,” you promise, reaching up to squeeze his wrist reassuringly. The other band is exiting on the opposite side of the stage, the lights going out. You’re going to be going out there any minute. “I’m excited to perform with you guys, and…and I’m ready to be done with the sneaking around. I’m just nervous, I guess.” 

James slides his hand up from your shoulder to cup your face, your hand still clasped loosely around his wrist. He smooths his thumb over your cheek fondly, eyes gone soft under the faint glaze of adrenaline. “Don’t be, sweetheart. You’re going to do great, and we’ll all be up there together.” He stoops lower so only you can hear him. “Just between us, you and Sirius sound great together, but you can hit notes he never could. They’re gonna love you out there.” 

You grin, and Sirius turns around, eyeing the both of you. “I heard my name,” he says accusingly. “What’re we talking about?”

The lights come back on, and that’s your cue. “Nothing!” you chirp, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the stage. “Let’s go.”

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[mrswint3rs]

Sweet Surrender

pairings- Albert Wesker x Fem! Reader

content warnings - 1k ish words of pure smut, knife play, fear play, edging, CNC (consensual non consensual), bondage, predator-prey themes, use of pet names, pussy spanking, clit nipping?? (idk wtf to call that), bits of praise and degrading, unprotected sex ❦

a/n- writing this gave me an idea for something else. gonna go crazy with that one…

as always this is not proofread so lmk !!

𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖾 // title ib ‘thinking of you’ - a perfect circle

Hands grab at your ankles, dragging you toward the edge of the bed. "Now, now…” Wesker clicks his tongue in a teasing manner, grinning down at your powerless being. “What have I told you about running?”

You plead and beg for him to free you in the way that makes him feral. But he’s not going to let you go until he’s finished with you.

Rope binds your hands behind your back. Even if you mustered up the strength, you wouldn’t be able to slither your way out.

Completely at his mercy you lay in nothing more than your thin clothed panties.

“It didn’t have to be this way, bunny. If only you’d have been a good girl and obeyed.” The kicking of your legs comes to a halt at the sight of the weapon he equips. “Now I advise you quit your struggling.” A straight edge knife. Looks like it was taken straight from your kitchen.

This wasn’t part of what you agreed upon. But there was still the safeword you established prior.

You were partially tempted to use it now.

True fear sets in as the blades cool edge traces your inner thigh. You go still, but your breath picks up, shaking with every exhale. “Good…” he draws out the word, his voice lowering. “Lie there just like that and I won’t have to hurt you. Don’t even say a word.”

It drags up your soft flesh. He adds the slightest bit of pressure but it’s not enough to cut.

Wesker’s eyes flick between yours and the position of his hands. It fills him with a strong surge of power seeing the way your lower lip quivers, the dilation of your pupils as he nears your most sacred place.

“Such a delicate thing you are,” he chuckles, drawing the knife’s point to the edge of your underwear. “Your little heart must be racing, hm?”

You just looked so vulnerable. Your reactions were real, less of an act to satisfy his dark nature. God did it make him throb.

Your mouth opens to speak, but then the sharp steel cuts through the side of the remaining fabric covering you. It makes you flinch, your teeth gritted in a wince.

Pain was anticipated, but you didn’t receive even a nick. He was flawless with it.

“Trust in me, bunny,” he gives you that look, soft and reassuring yet menacing.

Of course you trusted him. You trusted him with your life. It was just new. New and terrifyingly erotic.

He teases your clit through the half holding cloth, making it all the more difficult to stay still as told. Your legs tremble at the sensation, but you don’t dare squirm beyond that.

The blade again cuts through your panties in a quick motion. They’re pulled the rest of the way off by Wesker, revealing just how wet you’ve become. Practically drooling between your legs for him.

You look away as his eyes bore into yours, feeling exposed.

Wesker takes it into his hands, tilting your chin back toward him and holding you there at knifepoint. “Shying away from me now? Ashamed I can see just how much of a dirty girl you are?”

Finally, he puts the weapon down, but only to torment you with his hands instead.

He drags a finger through your slick, pulling back to see the sticky string it trails. This whole altercation got you both bad. He can’t hardly keep from palming himself through his pants as he toys with you.

“Spread for me, bunny.” he demands as your thighs begin to clench together. Seems his teasing made you overwhelmingly sensitive.

When you hesitate, the palm of his hand comes down in a harsh slap against your clit. You whimper in both pleasure and pain, spreading your legs immediately. “Listen the first time and I won’t have to do that,” he reminds. “Just be a good girl and obey.”

“sorry I-“

“Ah, ah,” he interrupts, again striking your puffy cunt. “Not a word, remember?”

Words leave you anyway as his mouth comes down to latch onto you. His tongue drags along your hole, taking in all your filthy juices. His nose delves in against your clit making it impossible to focus on anything other than the tightening of your stomach as you clench around nothing.

His lips suck and kiss through your ever flowing pool of need, head shaking side to side with fervor. He moans and groans against your pussy, getting lost in your scent. Your taste.

Hands push his pants and boxers down, letting his cock spring free from its confines.

His fist balls over the tip, thumb rubbing over the upper half in hurried strokes as his mouth continues to devour you.

Everytime your thighs start to close, his teeth nip at your clit. A fair warning that if you continue, he’ll have to punish you.

He sloppily makes out with your cunt until your voice reaches that familiar pitch and your legs go stiff. Signs of your incoming orgasm are all too obvious to him.

He stops just as that coil is about to be set loose.

You whine out in frustration, but he’s quick to make it up to you.

His hands grip your hips, rolling you onto your stomach. He pulls you by your ankles once more to the edge of the bed so you’re slightly hanging off, giving him perfect access to your neglected heat.

There was no time for patience in his mind. His cock was far too hard to ignore.

He guides the head into your tight entrance, stifling a guttural groan as you swallow him whole. He pushes forward, filling you suddenly and extracting your voice again.

Your arms wriggle behind you beneath the restraints. He stabilizes himself, gripping onto the rope that binds you. Every time he thrusts it rubs you the wrong way, irritating your skin. But you can’t do anything about it. You just lay there as his fuck doll.

“Messy little girl,” he grunts, his weight bearing down on your backside. “You were made just for me…”

He doesn’t acknowledge how rough he’s being with you. He hears your cries and it sends him into a frenzy. His brain is only focused on one thing. Stuffing you full of his seed.

And that’s exactly what he does.

Spurts of sticky white flood into you, his voice a pathetic symphony of whines as he shatters. He keeps fucking through it despite how much his body is twitching, muscles convulsing and throbbing from the overwhelming pressure release.

Not to mention the fluttering of your walls as you reach your breaking point. You suffocate his cock, making his jaw slack open, breaths heaving hot and short.

It’s too much for him and he weakens, not even bothering to pull out as he falls on top of you.

His eyes close, face burying itself in the crook of your neck as he attempts (failing) to simmer down.

#albert wesker #albert wesker x you #albert wesker x reader #tw.dark content #smut #resident evil #resident evil wesker #resident evil x reader smut #resident evil x reader #albert wesker smut #wesker x you #wesker x reader #re wesker

[myscenic]

Pairing: mafia!park jisung x male!reader

Genre: mafia!au, enemies to lovers, fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1k+

Synopsis: jisung (21), the cold mafia, and y/n (19), the outgoing one have always butted heads as partners in their secret organization. although y/n had always secretly admired jisung, but his cold expression washed over it quickly. forced to work together on missions, their ice and fire relationship clashes slowly evolve into respect. beyond work, an unexpected friendship forms through a campfire and private moments where y/n opens up.

𓆰 Note: ahhh my first fic ever!! i immediately thought of mafia jisung when i first saw the concept photo so I decided to write one. it's kinda bad but i hope you don't mind😭

"mark hyung please swap with me, i don't want to be partnered with the ice prince again," y/n pleaded with their leader as he stared at the assignment board. for the fifth time this month, he had been paired up with jisung for a mission.

jisung overheard the conversation and glared at y/n from across the room. "watch it, rodent, or i'll put you in your place again."

y/n rolled his eyes, ignoring the older's empty threat. their leader just sighed. "sorry kid, you two need to learn how to work together. now stop bothering me and get going, your target leaves in an hour."

groaning, y/n turned away from the board and made his way over to jisung begrudgingly. "hey hyung, ready to go?" he said pointedly, hoping to irk the other.

jisung's eyes narrowed. "don't try me," he shoved past y/n and headed for the doors.

y/n sighed and muttered “this is gonna be shitty like last time…” in a flashback to the time where he almost screwed the mission up and jisung scolded him harshly.

“are you just gonna stand there or what?” jisung sent him a cold look at the door. y/n shivered and rushed to him, wondering how on earth this day could get any worse.

as they scouted the warehouse from the treeline, jisung gazed at the guard numbers with a calculating look. noticing y/n growing anxious beside him, he turned to the other.

"alright, there's too many for a head on fight. we'll need a diversion to split them up. do you have any smoke bombs or explosives?"

y/n nodded, pulling a few small bombs from his pack for jisung's inspection. jisung hummed in approval. "good, you may be semi-useful after all. here's the plan - i'll draw some away to the south side. when the smoke clears, you sneak in and take down any stragglers silently. think you can manage that?"

his tone held doubt as usual, but y/n was determined to prove himself. "you can count on me, hyung. i won't let you down!" he replied confidently.

jisung raised a brow skeptically. "we'll see about that. just follow my lead and try not to screw this up like last time, got it?" y/n nodded eagerly, focusing intently as jisung laid out the strategy. it was time to show the other what he was capable of.

while tracking the target, they came across a large group of enemies guarding a warehouse. jisung sighed in frustration, unsure how they would get past such numbers alone. “this was a lot more than i’ve expected.”

but y/n smiled confidently. "leave it to me, hyung." he drew a small smoke bomb from his pack and lit the fuse. tossing it into the midst of the guards, he then grabbed jisung and pulled him into the cover of nearby bushes.

as the area filled with smoke, y/n used the distraction to stealthily sneak behind enemy lines. jisung watched in amazement as y/n took down guard after guard with precise chokes and jabs, too quick to be seen or stopped.

when the smoke cleared, all enemies lay unconscious on the ground. jisung emerged from the bushes in stunned silence. y/n just grinned proudly. "come on hyung, the target's all ours now."

jisung found himself reluctantly impressed, but just nodded and went over to finish the mission.

the mission was a success, but it had taken longer than expected. jisung and y/n packed up their gear, ready to return to hq and file our report. as they walked through the forest, a comfortable silence fell between them.

much had changed over the months they’d worked together. at first, jisung seemed cold and distant. But little by little, y/n saw glimpses of his kinder nature - his quiet humor, thoughtful insights. they learned to move as one in battle, trusting the other implicitly.

now, an easiness had grown between them y/n hadn't expected to find. he glanced at jisung, his profile illuminated softly by the setting sun. heat rose in y/n’s cheeks but he didn't look away. once they might have been strangers, even enemies - but now, he had become his friend.

they stopped at the edge of the woods. jisung turned to me, eyes bright. "good work today. i’m glad you have my back out there." his words warmed him more than the fire they’d soon light.

words stuck in y/n’s throat so he simply nodded, smiling. they readied camp in a comfortable silence. as the forest awoke with night noises, he watched the firelight play across jisung's face.

y/n’s heartbeat quickened. he cared for him far more than he’d admitted, even to himself. but would jisung accept his feelings? their partnership was too important to lose.

jisung turned to stoke the fire, unaware of his gaze. y/n took a deep breath to steady his nerves. it was now or never.

"hyung?" his voice was soft.

he faced me, eyes questioning. y/n looked down, fiddling with his hands. "there's something i want to tell you."

silence. y/n glanced up - jisung was watching him patiently, a gentle look in his eyes that bolstered y/n's courage.

"over these past months, working together, i've come to..." y/n hesitated. "care for you. deeply."

jisung tilted his head slightly, continuing to listen without judgment. y/n plunged on. "at first i didn't understand these feelings. but being with you has come to mean everything to me."

y/n searched his face for a reaction, heart in his throat. jisung's expression was unreadable. fear gripped him - had he ruined their friendship?

finally he spoke, voice soft. "you foolish fool." y/n's heart sank - until he continued. "how long have I felt the same?"

joy and surprise bloomed within him. "you - you do?"

he smiled, reaching to brush y/n's cheek in a tender caress. "of course, idiot."

relief and delight swept him. leaning into his touch, y/n smiled back tentatively. he gazed at me with such affection that he knew, in that moment, their bond ran deeper than either of them had understood.

slowly, cautiously, y/n tilted his face up to jisung's. his smile widened as he leaned down to brush his lips against y/n's in a gentle kiss. warmth and rightness pulsed through him, this was the beginning of understanding each other in a whole new way.

#kpop fanfic #kpop x male reader #kpop male reader #nct x male reader #nct dream x male reader #park jisung x male reader #jisung x male reader

[strgrlxox]

✧.➷ and i don't need anything other than u.

☆ || SUMMARY: (slight) jealous!james

☆ || CONTAINS: fingering, james being a lil bitch lowkey, abrupt ending, not proof read

☆ || WORD COUNT: 1k.

it was supposed to be fun.

a little outing with friends, your mutual friends. james had been excited for it all week––which is why you were shocked at his abrupt desire to get up and leave, sparing only quick goodbyes to your friends who got whiplash at his announcement of dispatch. he grabbed your arm and practically dragged you to your car.

you rode home in silence, well, he was silent––you tried to talk to him but your words fell on deaf ears.

now, you were home and he hadn’t spared you so much as glance before heading to your bedroom.

you followed him watching his shoulders tense shrugs underneath his shirt. although his back was turned to you, you knew it when he reached up to undo the first few buttons of his shirt. messing up his clothes or his hair was something he only does when he’s under stress. 

you walked up to him, reaching out to grab his arm. “james? what’s wrong? baby––you gotta talk to me.”

with a sigh, he turned around to face you. for a while, he just stared. the look in his eye was one you could not decipher. 

he opened his mouth to speak before closing it again and shaking his head. he just kept looking at you and then took both your hands in his, holding them for a moment before dropping them. “i’m gonna take a shower.”

you blinked at his tone, the words sounding almost like an invitation but he walked away before you could ask.

it was like you had no control over your feet. as if suddenly––you appeared in front of the bathroom door, knocked, and awaited permission to enter. 

“come in.” you can vaguely hear him over the pelting shower. 

you open the bathroom door, the warmth coming from the water immediately wafts over you.

all of a sudden, you abhor the shower curtain. you want to see him, to look in his eyes and get a true feel of his mood but the fact that he’s hidden from you makes that impossible. you clear your throat, shutting the bathroom door softly behind you. 

“can i join you?” your question is cautious, ready for any reply. he pauses for a long moment, the sound of water falling is like static to your ears.

“okay.”

you remove your clothes quickly, drawing back the curtain and stepping into the shower.

his back is facing you and you take advantage of the exposed skin. placing a few soft kisses to his flesh before adding some soap onto a rag and cleaning his back carefully. 

he sighs, his body melting into yours. when you finish, he turns around, his eyes home to a dazed look. 

he’s not looking at you, more behind you—like he’s afraid to meet your eyes. 

“james, what can i do? let me help.” you swallow thickly, growing very aware of the heat in the shower and your clothless bodies.

“don’t talk just—“ he sighs like he’s frustrated with himself. “just let me kiss you? please?” 

you nod, tilting your head up so that he can pull your face to his. his kiss ghosts over your mouth, so soft and tender it makes your knees buckle. 

you relax into his arms around your waist, loving how easily he can reduce you to a mess of moans and naked flesh. 

he pushes you into the wall, the cold tile making you hiss but he swallows it––searching and begging for you with the way his mouth moves with yours.

his hands trail down your hips, onto the back of your thighs––his fingers find your center without breaking the kiss, he pulls away from your lips only far enough to rest his forehead on your own. 

he touches you methodically, every movement practiced and perfected and incredibly, painfully slow.

“go faster.” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck, eyes peering into his. you see it in the way his face sparks in annoyance that he has no intention of being nice tonight. “please, baby…go faster?”

“you’re so greedy. you let that guy flirt with you only to come back home and beg for me.” 

you open your mouth to defend yourself only for him to roll his eyes and speed up anyway, his fingers slipping inside of you and setting an unkind pace. 

he watches as you mewl and squirm in his hold, a huff leaving his mouth. “did you forget your manners? you really are desperate, huh?”

“thank you! i’m sorry.” you rush out, figuring out the source of his anger within his possessiveness.

“no one else could ever make me feel the way you do.” you feed against his jealousy and the desire to tease him. you told him you’d help, so that’s what you’re going to do.

“only me?” he pants against your face.

you nod, hands tangling in the hairs that lay on the base of his neck. pressing chaste kisses to the corner of his mouth. “only you.”

his eyes flicker with pride but his movements never falter.

your stomach tightens and you squeeze your eyes shut––silent screams exhaling through your agape mouth.

“look at you.” he tuts, the sound of his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth enters your ears. you open your eyes to look at him but he gaze is fixed on his fingers moving in and out of you. “s’like you’re trying to trap me inside you.”

he laughs, it comes from deep within his chest. your legs tremble as your body convulses under the weight of your orgasm.

he rides it out, pumping his fingers in and out of you until you’ve stopped shaking. 

your eyes are squeezed together so tightly, when you open them again your vision is blurred for a moment. he’s staring at you…that unreadable emotion still stuck in his eyes, damn those eyes. on a normal day, him looking at you would have you buckling at the knees. you loved the way he looked at you liked you were the only thing keeping him breathing.

but today, right now, he’s angry. he grabs your face abruptly, forcing you out of your own mind. you open your mouth to speak but he kisses you, stealing the breath right out of your lungs and into his greedily. 

without warning, he breaks away from you. 

you feel his abrupt movements and hold onto him, desperate to keep him close. “relax…” he laughs but rolls his eyes at you again.

“you’ve made such a mess, someone ought to clean it, hm?”

#james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter x you #james potter smut #james potter blurb #james potter fluff #ꗃ%jos library⤷✰ #ꗃ%jamieˑ༄

[headkiss]

can i please request eddie giving reader a stick and poke?? thank you

hi hi!!! here it is i hope u enjoy :) it’s all fluff | 1k words, gn!reader (pls let me know if that’s wrong!)

You’re laying on Eddie’s bed, flat on your back and staring at the ceiling. He’s sitting on the ground, his back against the foot of the bed.

It’s quiet, he’s focusing on his task—giving himself a stick and poke. He does this often, small doodles scattered about his limbs. You love it.

You shift around to lay on your stomach, your head hanging over the edge of the bed so you can watch him while he works. It’s mesmerizing, you think, to watch a thin needle dipped in ink create little images on his skin.

He’s adding one to his thigh, his jeans thrown somewhere in the room leaving him in his boxers. His hair is tied back in a low bun, out of his way and just as pretty as always. His tongue is poking out between his lips in focus, and you find the habit of his really cute.

You watch him finish the tattoo in silence, nothing but the sound of one of his records filling the room. It’s nice to spend time with him this way, relaxed and worry-free. Just you and your boy.

He turns to look at you when he’s done, a small smile on his face and ink splotches on his fingertips, “what do you think?”

You peek down at his leg, the tattoo is of his precious guitar, its shape makes that clear. You giggle, his love for the instrument a sweet thing and you can’t help but tease him for it.

“Really, Eds? You gave yourself a tattoo of your side chick and not me?”

He shakes his head, smile growing. “C’mon, babe. You know how much she means to me.”

“‘M just teasing. It’s great.”

He pecks your lips as a thank you before wrapping it up and standing.

You sit up on the bed, your eyes on him and his many tattoos. You’ve wanted one for a while, and you wouldn’t mind having him do it here, in his room. The only thing is, you don’t know what to get.

“Will you give me one?”

“A kiss?”

“No, silly. A tattoo.”

He faces you, some surprise on his face but more curiosity. “Really? Of what?”

“Yeah, please? You can choose.”

“That’s a lot of trust you’ve got, babe. How do you know I won’t just pick something dumb?”

“Because you know me, and you’re not like that. You care too much and I love you for it.”

He doesn’t know why that really tugged on his heartstrings, but it did. He figures if you trust him enough to choose a tattoo, you trust him in a lot of ways. It makes him feel special, important.

You’re waiting for him to decide, and you’d be okay with it if he said no. But, you think that he’d do a great job, and you’d love to have a piece of his art with you at all times.

“Yeah, okay.”

You can’t control the grin that spreads over your face. “Really?”

“‘Course,” he loves the excitement in your voice, the little twinkle you get in your eyes. “Where should I do it?”

“Mmm, back of my shoulder?”

“‘Kay, lay down again, sweets.”

You obey, pulling the strap of your tank top off on the side that you want the tattoo, giving Eddie the space to work. Your head rests on your arms. You’re a little nervous, but mostly interested to see what it’s like. The feeling and what he’ll choose.

He brings his supplies up on the bed, new ones that he’s just cleaned. He sits with his thighs on either side of your body, probably more intimate than any other tattoo artist would be, but he can’t help himself with you.

“Just gonna draw it on first, okay? You’re sure you trust me with this?”

“I trust you, Eds. Go ahead.”

He does, light strokes against your skin. You’re trying to guess what he’s drawing, but you can’t figure it out. You’re mostly focused on his weight pushing you into the bed, one of his hands holding the fabric of your shirt away and the other working away.

Once that’s done, and he checks in with you one, two more times, he dips the needle in the ink and gets started. It’s not as bad as you expected, not painless, but definitely manageable. You think it helps that your boyfriend is the one doing it.

“Still good, babe?”

“Yup. ‘S okay, not bad.”

He kisses the back of your neck, far enough from the tattoo so there’s no risk of infection or anything, and then gets back to work.

When he’s finally finished you swear you could have fallen asleep there after a minute more. He takes out his polaroid camera, snapping a picture of your new ink so you can see it without getting up.

He cleans everything up as it develops, wrapping your tattoo up just as he did his and pulling your shirt back into place for you.

“Okay, have a look.”

He hands you the picture, and you think it’s cute that he sounds nervous. You can tell that he wants you to like it, that he cares about what you’ll think.

You hold it up, close to your face and you’re quiet as you take it in. It’s cute, an outline of a little devil, horns, tail and all. The lines are shaky in some spots, but you love it nonetheless.

Eddie’s sitting next to you now, eyeing your face for any reaction that isn’t good. You sit up to face him. You aren’t saying anything and it’s making him nervous. He scratches the back of his neck, clearing his throat before speaking.

“‘S the devil on your shoulder, get it?”

“So, it’s a tattoo of you?”

“Babe.”

You push his hair off of his forehead, giggling at your own joke, “sorry, sorry. I love it.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do! Thank you, Eds.”

You lean in to kiss him, sweet and short. He kisses your cheek as you pull away, then tugs you into his lap to hug you.

“You’re welcome, sweets.”

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[menofchaos]

Coco

Part VI: His Eyes

Note: I’m not sure when I hit 1k followers but I wanna thank all of you from the bottom of my heart! Thank you for reading my stuff and loving these boys with me. In other news, I'm back with our favorite jailbird and her journey with our favorite sniper. If anyone wants more, please reblog, like, comment or let me know in my ask! I love hearing feedback on my stuff and talking about Coco ofc. Gif credit to the talented @thesewickedhands and divider credit to @spideyspeaches.

Part V

Coco,

I’m so sorry our visit got cut short. I was so fucking pissed. When I first got in here, I would cause trouble all the time. I don’t really have a life outside so I didn’t care if I got extra time. I haven’t really been rolling like that for a while because I’m fucking tired of doing time. I wanna drink and fuck and be outside. Do whatever I want, you know? But one of my bunkies allegedly got in a fight on the yard and the cops assumed I orchestrated it which is fucking stupid. They suspended my mail privileges “as a precaution.” Pendejos. You’re literally the only one I talk to. They just fuck with me when they can. We were just getting comfortable :( Hopefully those dickwads didn’t put you off to another visit? Or put you off me in general? I liked seeing you. Did you ever cut that girl off? How’s your daughter? I’m working on another tattoo for you. I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever and I don’t like it. 

Nyx

PS I miss those beautiful eyes

Nyx,

Ma I’m not gonna lie. I was worried. I’m glad you’re okay tho. COs are always shit. They definitely didn’t put me off you or another visit. I’ll check work tomorrow and let you know when I can come back. My first stint I felt the same way. No family who gives a fuck, friends who forget about you as soon as the cop car is around the block. When you get out, we’ll meet up and I’ll help you do all the things you missed. If you’re down. My kid is good, she thought it was so hilarious that I was worried. I don’t usually get worked up over women like that. I did cut the one chick off, sorta abandoned the whole roster now that I think about it. What are you drawing me now? I’m definitely missing watching you squirm from just looking at you. Be good so I can come back for a full visit.

Coco

PS and your drama ain’t a burden. I got you. 

Coco,

Your last letter made me feel more than my entire last relationship. Fuck. I’m good, I promise. All in one pretty little piece where you left me. Where do I even start? I believe you just offered to fuck me and the thought of your eyes during sex? I’m tingling. You were worried about me? Worked up about me? I have a feeling that doesn’t happen at all and that makes me happy. Because I don’t usually get attached easily either but I think I am. At least I feel it with you. I don’t wanna ruin this though, for once in my life. You’re saying all the right things which scares the shit out of me but in the way that makes me wanna keep going. Does that make sense? I might be rambling. I’m just happy that you’re still wanting to be around at all. You abandoned the roster?? How come? The new drawing is a surprise.

Nyx

PS you say that now. Wait till I fuck up.

Nyx,

You’re funny. Your ex really ain’t shit if one letter from me made you feel more than his whole time with you. But I like that. You really into my eyes baby? Cause I liked watching you. I’ll make you feel more than a tingle when I get my hands on you for real. You’re right, I don’t get attached. But you made a lot of sense because I felt like I was reading my own thoughts. I wanna be careful with this. With you. I’m not going anywhere. We just gotta go with it for now, see where it takes us. I got a brother who can teach you how to handle a tattoo machine if you wanna learn. Won’t treat you like a shitty apprentice or anything either. I checked my work schedule. Three weeks and I’ll be back. I promise. I didn’t abandon the roster on purpose. I guess I just got bored of them.

Coco

PS I fuck up too. So I get it.

Coco,

My ex definitely wasn’t shit. Storing my shit while I’m locked up is the nicest thing he ever did for me. Fuck, getting your hands on me? That’s what you’re gonna say to me? Remember tho, I told you no dude has ever got me off. I’m glad we’re on the same page about this. For once, it feels nice to give a fuck. Especially since I know you get me. I’ve always wanted to be a tattoo artist and learn how to tattoo the right way. I’ve done a few tattoos when I was locked up but that’s it. You don’t have to ask him if you don’t want to. I can figure something else out. THREE WEEKS?!!! :) I can’t wait. Can we hug this time? I wanna cop a feel ;)

Nyx

PS you always do.

Coco walked into the clubhouse, looking around quietly. Taza walked out from the bathroom, “Hermano,” he smiled, “You good?”

He nodded, “Yeah, man. You?”

Taza squeezed his shoulder, “All good. You looking for someone?”

“Hank?” he asked.

“He’s in the office,” Taza told him before heading to the bar.

Coco walked back outside, lighting a cigarette as he headed up to the office. When he opened the door, Hank was standing over Chucky’s shoulder with a stack of papers in his hand.

Chucky looked up and grinned, “Coco.”

Coco nodded, “Chucky. Hank.”

Hank glanced back at him through a pair of black rimmed glasses, “Bishop need me?”

“No, I uh…wanted to ask you something. Alone,” he added after a pause.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Hank said and turned his attention back to the computer.

Coco went back outside but stayed close to the building, hiding from the harsh sun. He listened to Hank and Chucky go back and forth, a fond smile on his face. The door pushed open to reveal Hank, glasses off and no papers.

“Sorry, this customer keeps calling in, wanting impossible shit. Next time he starts demanding, I’m telling him to deal or I’m gonna beat his ass,” he shook his head as he lit a cigarette, “What’s up?” 

“I just had a favor to ask,” Coco murmured, “I have this…friend. She’s a dope artist and she wants to learn to tattoo.”

Hank smiled, “Have her come in, I’ll teach her.”

Coco put out his cigarette, “She can’t yet. She’s uh…she’s serving time.”

“This the girl I keep hearing about from the other guys?” Hank asked, “Why you were so upset a while back?”

He glanced over Hank’s shoulder at Gilly and Angel, cracking jokes and fixing a bike together. He nodded, “Yeah, she wrote me again. She’s alright.”

Hank followed his gaze and looked back at Coco, “You like this girl?“

Coco was smiling before he realized it, “Yeah. I do.”

“Good for you,” he pat Coco’s back, “Bring her in when she gets out. Teach her everything I know.”

“Thanks man,” Coco smiled, “I appreciate it.”

Hank nodded and went back in the office.

Nyx,

Would you rather me hold your stuff? We can hug this visit. I wanna cop a feel too. I can’t wait to see you baby. I remember you telling me no guy has ever gotten you off, bet I’ll be the first. I’ll come pick you up when you get out. Get you some tequila, take you to a beach house and make you cum all night. Order room service for whatever food you want. Sound like a good first day? I did a few things and you’re probably not gonna like them because I know you don’t like asking for shit. But I did it anyway. My brother said he’s down to teach you to tattoo when you get out. I also put money on your books. Not a lot. Stop glaring at me, I can feel the dirty look from here. Trust me, it’s for a selfish reason.

Coco

PS I gotta head out of town for a minute so I probably won’t be able to respond to your next letter until after my next visit. 10 days.

Coco,

You did not just offer to hold my stuff for me. And you sent money! Why? You’re right, I don’t like asking for shit. I don’t deserve you. What’s the selfish reason? That description of a first day made my nipples hard. Can it be a private beach so we can spend the whole time naked? Also thank your brother for me. My bunkie and your brother (same one?) are planning on meeting when she gets out. She has way less time than me. I don’t think I could’ve waited that long, not with the way those eyes made me feel when I saw them the first time. Ride safe, come to the visit in one piece please. 

Nyx

PS you’ll get your new drawing at the visit! 5 days!!!

Coco felt much different as he went through the motions for their second visit. He knew her better. He knew she felt something too. Something more. He sat down at the table, his eyes trained on the door. They swung open and he leaned back when a different inmate walked in. He heard a loud laugh from around the corner and his heart skipped. He stood up as Nyx walked in, a huge smile on her face as she joked with the woman in front of her. Her eyes found his while she was being uncuffed and her face lit up even more. 

“There you are,” she rubbed her wrists as she walked over.

“You okay?” he asked, stumbling when she threw herself into his arms.

Coco pulled her into a tight hug, smiling softly when he felt her tremble. He rubbed her back and closed his eyes, holding her close until a CO called her name. She sat down and looked away, bringing a hand up to her eyes.

“You okay?” he asked again, a little softer as he took her hand. He felt remnants of tears on her fingers, still watching her intently.

“Even your concerned stare makes me feel squirmy,” she joked, squeezing his hand, “I’m okay. I’m happy to see you. How was your trip?”

He smiled softly, “Long, too hot. Boring. Missed you.”

Nyx pushed some loose hair out of her eyes, “I missed you too. Now tell me why you put money on my books.”

“Cause I want you to call me,” he smirked, “Don’t wanna just hear your voice when I can make it over here.”

“You’re a secret romantic,” Nyx grinned.

He held up a finger to his lips and winked. She laughed and reached into her pocket. She set a folded piece of paper on the table.

“For me?” he asked, glancing at a curious CO.

“The drawing, remember?” she murmured, “I finished it. I mean, this one’s not really a tattoo. I just…started thinking about you and this came out.”

“Really?” Coco took the paper, “Should I look now?”

She nodded, “I didn’t get to see your reaction to the first one.”

He let her hand go and unfolded the paper, his eyes wide. It was a drawing of the two of them, Nyx in a bikini, Coco in swim trunks. It looked like a photo from a beach day. He looked up to see her fidgeting nervously with her id bracelet.

“This is crazy, baby,��� he murmured, “You did all this from memory?”

“Yeah,” she smiled softly, “I kinda guessed on your tattoos and shit since I’ve only seen you dressed. So far,” Coco smirked, “But yeah.”

“Good enough till we get a real one,” he smiled and folded it back up, “I love it,” he tried to play it cool but it felt like his heart was about to fly out of his chest.

Her eyes lit up, “Really?”

He nodded, “Hell yeah,” he put it in his shirt pocket, “Thank you.”

“It was inspired by your offer on my first day out,” she admitted, lacing their fingers together when he reached out again.

“Just let me know the date and I’ll be here,” he said, squeezing her hand.

“I still have a while to go,” she told him, “I get it if you don’t want to wait.”

Coco watched her body language change as she offered him an out. He tightened his grip on her hand, “Hey, what’d I say?” he murmured, “I got you. I’m not letting you rot in here. Not anymore.”

Nyx looked away before he saw the tears pooling in her eyes. He squeezed her hand again and she smiled uneasily.

“You gotta stop saying all the right things,” she joked.

“So I shouldn’t ask if you want me to hold your stuff again?” he smiled.

She laughed and wiped her eyes, “I can’t even help you move it, so no. It’ll be fine.”

He shook his head, “Nah, I didn’t ask for help. I don’t want him to pull some shit but if you don’t want to, I won’t.”

She frowned, “I just don’t wanna be a - “

“You aren’t a burden, baby,” he murmured, “I offered. And I got a team of brothers ready to help.”

“It would be nice to be done with him,” she admitted, “I just…what if something bad happens to us?”

Coco laced their fingers together, “I won’t take it out on your stuff, I swear,” he crossed his heart with his free hand.

Nyx smiled, “Cross your heart?”

“Hope to die,” he winked, grinning when she laughed.

Nyx,

Replaying the way you clung to me during our second hug. How you felt in my arms. It’s been a long time since I felt anything like this. I got all your stuff. I wish you could’ve seen his face when I rolled up 6 deep. He was pale as fuck. It was hilarious. It’s in my garage for now. My kid won’t stop making fun of me and my brothers aren’t any better. But you’re worth it ma. Gonna start coming up to see you more. I showed my kid the drawing, she loved it. She said she’s gonna ask you to draw for her too. Would you be cool if she wrote you too? You can say no if you want. I miss you.

Coco

PS I figured out why I abandoned the roster

#coco cruz imagine #mayans imagine #coco cruz #coco x nyx #johnny coco cruz #mayans mc

[somnambulic-thing]

"Hi, this is, um, Betty. Betty from Seattle. This might sound creepy as hell, but I heard about you on the recent Gutterballs episode. Not sure if Eddie ever mentioned me? Probably not, it was a long time ago, haha, but I got in touch with him for the first in maybe 18 years after that episode. Long story short, I'm going to be in your neck of the woods in a few months, and he thought the two of us would hit it off. I told him it was nuts to just call you out of the blue like this, but he seemed sure that you'd be cool with it. He wasn't even certain this was still your number, so I took a shot. He told me a story about one of your adventures, I can tell you meant a lot to him. That you still mean a lot to him. Anyway, I'm rambling, but I'll leave my number just in case? My Instagram too, but I'm rarely ever on there. If you ever wanna chat, or whatever, I mean, okay well that's all I guess, haha, bye."

this has been sitting in my inbox since the 17th of February? shit

I love you, Betty. Here's a little love note to prove it.

Another thread of the Gutterballs universe by the wonderful @dr-aculaaa who deserves the world. Thank you for your friendship. <3

Eddie Munson x enby!artist!reader - written from the perspective of Daria.

Words: ~1k

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Oslo was cold today. Armed with sharp winds that nipped on sensitive skin, made eyes water and all joints slow and stiff no matter how thickly wrapped they were. All you could think of, all that you desired in this very moment as you mounted the steps to your small rental after a long day at the gallery was to drown yourself in steaming hot tea and a bone-melting bath before crawling between heavy sheets and passing out for the next ten hours.

You turned the kettle on before you unwrapped yourself from several layers of knitted garments and shoved your mittens into your coat pocket before you lost another pair to the hungry nooks and crannies of this place when something under your icy fingertips buzzed.

Gonna throw that fucking phone out of the window, you thought and pulled it out with the intent to really just turn it off without looking at whatever notification was waiting to spoil your evening but handling a screen with frozen fingers was harder than it might sound and… oh… an unknown number.

Country code +1. An unknown American number. And they had left a message.

‘A haunted castle, for Daria,’ his voice echoed through your mind for the hundredth time in the past forty-something hours since you’d heard those very words the first time. You knew of Eddie’s podcast but out of all his various endeavors - for reasons you hadn't been willing to investigate yet - you’d stayed away from Gutterballs. Until, that was, your assistant had made you aware of the episode through a voice message full of sighs and sobs and excited ramblings.

“I don’t want to spoil too much— haha, spoil, I mean, you know what happened, you lived it but— fuck, you know what I’m about to say: those drawings? Will forever be changed for me now. Now I really get why you won’t sell any of them, despite the gracious offers… Anyway, drop your pencil and. Go. Listen…”

And so you did.

After, you had spent more than an hour in the large armchair in the studio that was yours for the time of your Oslo residency, sipped cold tea and watched those memories unfold on the darkening ceiling of the room like an 8mm film.

‘Maybe my dear Strigoi is still out there.’

He’d held his hand out for you, in a way, and there was no doubt that you wanted to take it. But… you needed… a little longer. Wanted a little more time to spend with that Eddie from the past, to laugh and cry, to yearn and mourn before you were ready to reconnect with who he had become.

But, fuck. The curiosity.

You put the phone on the counter, put it on speaker and turned to pour your tea and—

"Hi, this is, um, Betty. Betty from Seattle…”

Oh.

“This might sound creepy as hell…”

No. Not at all creepy, you thought, not noticing that you were spilling hot water over the countertop while taking your eyes off your cup to stare at your phone as if you could miss Betty crawling out your screen.

Could be her style, for all you knew.

You had thought about— had planned on asking Eddie for her number yourself.

“Not sure if Eddie ever mentioned me? Probably not—“

“Oh, I heard a lot about you,” you said softly right over a nervous laugh that had an adorable ring to it, even through your subpar phone speakers. You placed the kettle next to the half-empty cup, leaned against the counter and listened.

“I told him it was nuts to just call you out of the blue like this, but he seemed sure that you'd be cool with it…”

“I bet he did,” you snort a laugh, instantly transported back to the early days of your - Eddie had been right about that - symbiosis and into a leaky tent, anchored in the woods far too close to the town where you grew up in. Rain drizzled lazily onto the taped canvas above you while you ran your fingertips lazily over Eddie’s skin in gentle exploration as the sun vanished into the thicket. Until they caught on two squiggly lines of ink.

“You into astrology?”

“Hm?” Stirred from his weed and caress induced trance he cracked one eye open. “Uhm, yeah, kind of.”

This had been the first time you heard about Betty. The first of many times.

The better he got to know you, the more he was convinced you and Betty would get along brilliantly and by what he told you about their time together, you started to like her without ever having met her. Sometimes it was almost like, through Eddie’s carefully curated memories, Betty was giving you recommendations for books, music or movies. Like little notes shared through time and space.

“He told me a story about one of your adventures.”

Betty brought you back to the here and now and for the umpteenth time in the past days, you felt some kind of nostalgic jet lag.

“I can tell you meant a lot to him. That you still mean a lot to him.”

You smiled around a heavy weight in your throat and pressed your slightly warmed-up palms to your still frozen face, wondering if you were to cry now, would your tear ducts just produce icicles?

“If you ever wanna chat, or whatever, I mean, okay well that's all I guess, haha, bye."

“Betty from Seattle,” you muttered into the sudden silence and tapped your phone screen to replay the message for the second of what would eventually be four times. “Nice to finally meet you.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic

[nightghoul381]

Another entry for @aquagirl1978's A Series of Firsts CCC!!

Guilty Pleasure Kagari Amagase x Reader Prompt: First Look-First time realizing your feelings for one another Genre: Fluff WC: 1k A/N: Since there is next to no information about him this could be very OOC but I got the okay from a Kagari fan that it was cute so enjoy!!

Watching him from your bedroom window has become a secret hobby of yours. Kagari wakes early every morning, taking the empty courtyard beyond your window as his private training ground. The first day you’d discovered him out there, you’d been surprised hearing aggressive grunting upon returning to your room from the kitchen.

Unable to resist the draw of curiosity, you made your way over to the open window to see the second prince swinging his blade through the air, silver metal glinting in the moonlight. His form was exquisite and watching him move was like witnessing the steps of a dancer performing an intricate routine. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him and end up losing track of time as you track his movements.

Morning after morning, day after day you continue to observe Kagari as he trains. You hate to admit that seeing his passion and determination in training has changed your opinion on the otherwise rude and arrogant prince.

You tried to tell yourself you were just interested in watching how he trains, but more and more recently your attention drifts to the way his muscles move and the way his brow creases as he accomplishes a complicated set of motions.

This morning, you wake so much earlier than normal. For some reason you can’t justify in your mind you decided yesterday that you were going to sneak into the courtyard for a closer look.

You find a hidden area behind a small bush that still gave a clear view of the courtyard, but the new angle and proximity has you heart racing with excitement.

The soft, muffled footsteps of boots against grass draw your attention to the archway leading into the courtyard. Your breath catches as you see Kagari stride into view. His torso is completely bare and a light sheen of sweat coats his skin and reflects brightly among the pale silvery moonlight.

He hardly begins his training when he stops, his head turning this way and that, as though he’s searching for something. You hold your breath in anticipation when his green eyes meet yours and a smug smile crosses his lips.

“I know you’re there, no idea why you’re hiding though. C’mon out.”

Kagari’s eyebrow cocks as he continues to look over his shoulder at you. How did he know? You swallow thickly, clambering out of your hiding spot and staring down at your feet.

“Ah, it’s you. What’re you doing in the bush?” Kagari asks, making his way over to you. Your face grows hot with embarrassment and you wrap your arms around yourself.

You can’t even come up with a good enough excuse to give him and instead keep your gaze fixated on the ground below you.

You feel a finger hook under your chin, tipping your head up roughly to look into the emerald stare of the prince before you.

“Ya gonna answer me? I have training to do and I don’t got time for distractions,” he muttered, the coldness in his tone matching that in his expression and you feel the skin on the back of your neck stand up. This is how you remember the second prince; cold, ruthless, and intimidating.

“I’m sorry Prince Kagari, I’ll leave now!” You whimper, trying to pull away from his grasp, only to be caught by your arm and held in place.

“I didn’t tell ya to leave.”

There was a sharp edge to his tone, but you notice that his grip on you arm is surprisingly gentle.

“Tell me what you’re doing out here. And don’t even think about lying.”

His command left no room for argument and the words tumble out of your mouth before you realize what you’re saying.

“I just wanted a chance to see how you train from up close.”

Shock flickers on Kagari’s face and you squeeze your eyes shut. How much more embarrassed can you make yourself?

“You’ve been watchin’ me?” he murmurs, tilting his head to one side.

“Ah… yes.” You squeak, shrinking in on yourself, wishing that the ground would open up and swallow you right then and there. You waiting for him to start yelling and telling you how creepy you were. What sort of person watches someone train in secret?

Instead you hear a loud bellow of laughter and you stare up at him with shock.

“It’s about time! I was wondering if you were ever gonna come down from the window and say hello. I know you’ve been watching. Not really sure how you thought you were being subtle about it, honestly. You could’ve just said something the first time.”

This is so embarrassing! You bury your face in your hands and crouch down.

“I’m so sorry Prince Kagari, I can’t believe how disrespectful I’ve been, please forgive me, don’t have me executed!” You bow your head to him, awaiting the cold steel of his blade meeting your skin. Surely spying on the prince is an offense worse than treason.

“You’re an idiot aren’t you? I never said I was mad. I was tryin’ to get you to look at me and it worked. Now I got you here, I’m sure as hell not gonna kill ya.”

Kagari’s firm hands pull you back to your feet and you secretly wonder to yourself if you’re actually still asleep. There’s no way he would want your attention, was there? Why would he?

“You really are dumb,” Kagari chuckled, ruffling your hair and walking away toward the middle of the courtyard.

“Get some sleep dummy. I’m sure you’ll be watchin’ me tomorrow.”

Heart pounding and head spinning, you make your way back up to your room. You can’t help but peek out your window and notice Kagari looking up at you with an arrogant smile and wave of his hand, before he turns his attention back to his training.

Your face is hot and you climb into your bed, your mind brimming with thoughts of the gorgeous prince. You’re not entirely sure when it happened, but there’s no denying it now. You find yourself extremely attracted to the second prince of Kogyoku, and you’re not sure exactly what to do with this realization.

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#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri kagari #ikemen prince kagari #kagari amagase #series of firsts ccc

[katsu28]

christmas tree miracle

pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

summary: when running horribly late on finding a christmas tree actually turns out to be one of the best decisions of your life

warnings: light swearing

a/n: taking a tiny break from writing 1k celebration things for some holiday fluff, but i'll be back on it soon!! come join kait's sweetest celebration if you'd like! <3

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Things were not going well. With the hectic nature of the holiday season taking over your whole life this time of year, you’d forgotten that you were in charge of securing a Christmas tree for your family.

It was now t-minus five days until Christmas, and you had yet to find a fir tree anywhere in the Outer Banks, which is how you ended up at at a smaller, more mom and pop farm called Woodards over on the south side of the island, praying for a goddamn Christmas miracle that would somehow get you the perfect tree.

But much to your dismay so far, no luck. The tiny lot was near void of trees, save for a few pathetic wilted ones over by the metal fence that definitely wouldn’t bode well if you brought any of them home.

You sighed heavily, shoulders slumping as you dragged a heavy hand down your face at the disaster you’d created for yourself. Christmas was your family’s favorite time of year, and you’d fucked everything up before the day had even come.

How were you supposed to go home and tell them that their favorite holiday tradition wasn’t happening this year, all because you’d gotten a little busier than normal?

“Hey,” A voice called from a little ways away, drawing your attention to the owner of said voice, a boy around your age, broad shoulders in a thick, worn looking grey jacket and blond curls poking out from under a red baseball cap that he tugged down tighter on his head as he peered over at you curiously. “You okay?”

You straightened up instantly, and you sniffed, trying to gain back your composure so you wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself in front of this stranger. This very cute stranger.

“Yeah, I’m okay, I’m just, erm—trying to find a Christmas tree,” You sighed, gesticulating vaguely.

“Well, this is a Christmas tree farm, so you’ve definitely come to the right place.” He replied, lips quirking up into an amused smile. “Though you’re comin’ in a little late in the game, I’d say. You can probably see that we don’t have much of…anything, really.”

“‘S on me, I totally forgot I was supposed to get it this year.”

“Busy holidays?”

“That’s putting it simply. Feels like it’s coming a lot faster than usual.” You chuckled humorlessly, dragging a tired hand down your face. The boy nodded knowingly, rocking on the balls of his feet. “Any chance you’ve magically got any good trees somewhere around here?”

“I think I might be able to help you out.” He hummed, making a dramatic show of scanning his surroundings before crooking a finger at you to follow him. You fell into step with him as he navigated his way across the farm deftly, your steps a little less sure. What did your parents always tell you about going to a secondary location with a stranger?

The boy could definitely tell you were on edge, because he snorted, an amused smile stretching his lips. “Relax, I’m not gonna do whatever you’re thinkin’. We keep some trees over behind the main tent—the not quite perfect but still pretty good ones, just for poor old saps like you.”

“Oh, he’s funny too!” You rolled your eyes playfully, which made him smile even bigger.

“I try my best. I’m JJ, by the way. Christmas tree extraordinaire.”

“Y/N. Poor old sap.” That drew a laugh from him, and you felt a little bit proud of it. “So what made you wanna work on a Christmas tree farm?”

“Want? Nothing really, but I’ve known the Woodards since I was a kid so they usually hook me up with seasonal jobs. Lawn mowing in the spring, pool cleaning in the summer, that kinda stuff.” He explained, a fond smile creeping over his face. “Plus, Mrs. Woodard makes the best snickerdoodles ‘round this time of year. I swear I could never eat anything other than those cookies for the rest of my life and die happy.”

“They seem really nice.”

“They’re good people. Some of the nicest you’ll ever meet.”

“And they’ve got good taste in employees too. Are all your coworkers this charming?”

“Oh, stop it,” JJ brushed you off unconvincingly, holding a hand over his heart. “You’re making me blush!”

“It’s true! If all Christmas tree salesmen were as good as you, we’d have an even bigger tree shortage!” You laughed. It was weird how you could feel this at ease with someone you’d met not even twenty minutes ago, but here you were, flirting up a storm with JJ. It didn’t feel uncomfortable or awkward at all, it felt…natural. Easy. Like you’d known each other for a lot longer.

“You’re just gunning for my cookies, aren’t you?” He teased, nudging your arm with a pointy elbow. You feigned surprise, shrugging innocently. “There might be some on the counter by the cash register later, you can probably snag a few if I’m feeling generous.”

“How kind of you!” Your conversation with JJ was cut short by your arrival at wherever he’d taken you, the sizable amount of pretty decent looking fir trees standing propped up against the fence proving a worthy distraction. “Oh wow, these are beautiful!”

“Feel free to look a little closer if you want, I’ll, uh, start getting some rope ready for you.” JJ set off almost instantly, leaving you studying the trees intently for the perfect one.

You’d only just found one when he reappeared, this time with a bundle of thin rope over his shoulder and some plastic netting, tossing the two on the ground next to the tree you were eyeballing once he was close enough.

“Oh, this one’s a nice one,” He noted, running a hand along the bristly branches. “You’ve got good taste.” You just grinned at him, happy that you were actually getting a tree after all. “I’ll get it tied up and ready to go then!”

JJ made quick work of packing up the giant tree, maneuvering it easily like he’d done it a thousand times before—which, judging by the lack of trees around, he probably had. Within no time, he’d looped the rope around the stump, slinging the whole thing over his shoulder and setting off towards the main tent with you in tow, without so much as breaking a sweat. It was probably one of the hottest things you’d ever seen.

“I can’t thank you enough for this, JJ, seriously,” You breathed, digging in your bag for your wallet. JJ leaned the tree against the fence next to the tent, brushing his hands off on his jeans as he made his way behind the counter.

He punched a few buttons on the ancient looking register, shrugging casually. “‘S what I’m here for. Glad I could help.”

“You’re literally the best. What do I owe you?”

“Normally, I’d hike up the price on this beaut for such a last minute score, but luckily for you, there’s a discount today,” He said proudly, grinning a wide, troublemaker smile. “I like to call it my ‘saving a pretty girl from more holiday distress’ discount.”

Your brows flew up at the boldness in his words, but you found yourself smiling. JJ the cute Christmas tree boy had game. “Oh? So how much do I owe you now?”

“Eh, sixty bucks.” JJ replied. Your brows furrowed at the low price. For a tree like this, which was actually pretty nice, you would’ve thought it would cost you an arm and a leg. “And a date.” He added hastily, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“A date.” You echoed, tilting your head thoughtfully, like you were pondering it. Truth be told, you weren’t actually thinking about turning him down at all. In fact, you had also been grappling with asking him out in the duration that you’d gotten to know him.

“Yeah. Coffee, movie, walk around town—I don’t mind. I just…I’d really like to see you again, Y/N.” JJ looked almost nervous now, lips pressing together into a sheepish grin.

“I’d really like to see you again too, JJ.” You meant it. There was just something about him that made you want to know more. You passed him the money you owed him for the tree, which he secured in the register drawer before nodding curtly.

“Here, lemme walk you to your car,” He insisted, shouldering the tree once again with minimal effort. The walk to your car was shorter than you would’ve liked, but alas, here you were. JJ stared up at the roof of your car, propping his hands on his hips with a furrowed brow. “I can get this up there in no time. Light work.” He flipped his hat backwards over his blond locks, pulling a pair of work gloves out of his jacket pocket and sliding them on.

He’d shucked his layers off until he was just in a t-shirt that gave you full view of his biceps, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the sight of him and those biceps hefting the large tree on top of your car. And he was right, he really did get the tree secured to the top of your car in no time, and soon enough he’d opened your door for you, helping you climb in.

Shutting your door carefully, JJ leaned into your open window, braced elbows and open palm holding up his chin as he watched you throw your bag onto the passenger seat. “I’ll see you around?” He asked, cheeks flushing pink in boyish hope. “Soon, maybe?”

“How’s next Friday sound? Lunch at noon?” You offered, tilting your head at him.

JJ beamed at you happily. “Sounds perfect. Text me when you get home, yeah? Gotta make sure that tree survives the journey.”

Your cheeks warmed at the care in his words, even though he tried to disguise it with teasing. “I will.”

“Good.” He murmured, looking like he wanted to say something, but deciding against it. “I’ll see you Friday.”

“See you Friday,” You echoed, smiling warmly at him. “And thank you again, JJ. I mean it. You’ve literally just saved my Christmas.”

“Saving poor old saps is my favorite part of the holiday season.” He teased, winking at you.

“Poor old saps like me?”

“No…nothing like you. You’re way better.”

Feeling emboldened by the wistful look on his face, you leaned out, fingers angling his jaw to the side and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Bye, JJ.”

“Bye.” He sighed, pushing off from the window with his cheeks now a pleased pink. “Drive safe.” You waved at him once more before starting your car, watching him get smaller and smaller in your rearview mirror as you drove away.

Staying true to your word, you texted him the minute after you pulled into your driveway.

Y/N: miracle tree has officially made it home.

A reply came in almost immediately—a selfie of JJ, mid-munch on a cookie, squinting happily at the camera.

JJ: glad to see it. u just missed a fresh batch of snickerdoodles. sucks to suck, doesn’t it 😉

Y/N: you better bring some on friday then

JJ: of course i will. but i gotta tell u now, they come at a price

Y/N: and what would that be?

JJ: one tin of cookies for another date

You hadn’t even gone on your first date, and here he was bartering for a second. He was bold, and you liked it.

Y/N: deal <3

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[bentobarnes]

Since requests are open, what about a Touch starved!Reader x Bucky? How do you think Bucky would react by touching the reader and she leaning in his touch, or coming closer, or touching him more often than "necessary" (but not being so clingy in public)?

Thanks already, love your stories ♥️

a/n : i'm glad that you like my work, hon. and i hope you like this as well 🥺

⤿ word count : 1k

warnings : 18+, fingering, teasing, fluff

*feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡

‘Hey, that was rude!’ Bucky exclaimed when you smacked his arm after he tried to joke with Natasha about how much you love cuddles.

He wasn’t wrong, although this wasn’t the whole truth about why you loved to cuddle that much with him. It was his touch, the fact that he was allowing you to be close to his skin… and he still didn’t know.

‘You are awful!’ You squeezed your lips into a thin line and crossed your arms in front of your chest as you sank further into the couch.

‘Okay, okay. I’m gonna leave you two alone!’ Natasha excused herself and walked out of the room, leaving you and Bucky alone.

Bucky signed and stood from the couch, making his way over to the fridge. God, he looked soo hot with this slim black t-shirt which seemed like it was one size smaller. His defined abs were protruding against the material, leaving no space for your imagination. Even his biceps were bulging out against the short sleeves. You couldn’t help but admire his God-like body, and your mouth filled with saliva.

Quietly walking over to him, your arms wrapped around his waist, but before you could realize what was happening, he had you pinned against the cold surface of the fringe.

His hands were wrapped around your wrists, keeping you in place as his leg went to rest between yours.

The harsh material of his jeans was rubbing into your bare skin, centimeters away from your burning core. You felt weak at this moment, and a moan accidentally rolled out your lips.

‘Do you think, I don’t know what you want, baby doll? Huh? You are craving my touch, aren’t you?’ Bucky groaned against your neck, as his leg slightly touched your middle.

‘Fuck… You know?’ Was the only thing you managed to say before his lips attached to your neck, sucking a bruise onto the pale skin.

‘It was quite obvious, doll.’

At first, he didn’t realize what your ‘little’ touches meant. He thought it was a part of the personality, maybe wanting attention or feeling more secure, but he had never seen you doing it to someone else. The way your arm always brushed his while you were watching a movie or how your knee was always pressing against his while eating dinner, or the constant need for hugs.

But as the time passed and he got to know you better, you became more touched-starved than before. He noticed it after you bumped into him while trying to move around the tiny space between the sink and the shelves. Bucky could feel how your nipples hardened just by this ‘little accident’.

‘I love how you respond to my touch, baby doll.’ He hissed as his fingers slid through your wet folds. ‘Soo wet for me, baby. Is this what you wanted all along? You wanted me to touch you?’

Your fingertips were roaming around his wide back, fingernails gripping eagerly as he found your bud and pressed it.

‘Talk to me, Y/N. Is this what you want?’

‘Yes…’ You moaned when his fingers returned to your clit, drawing circles around the sensitive skin. His front was pressing you against the fringe, making a heat difference between your back and front, which sent shivers down your spine.

His skin was radiating warmth but still, his metal arm was cold like a winter morning. The combination between your burning core and his metal arm only worsened the growing knot in your lower belly.

You lowered your head just to see his metal fingers disappearing into you, stretching your walls. The golden details on his arm were shining from where the sun rays were entering the room, enveloping you both into a soft yellow light.

‘I can’t believe you were soo eager to get my fingers inside you, doll.’ He groaned against your lips, teeth, and tongues fighting for dominance. The soft humming coming from his throat as he continued to kiss you made your legs weak.

He was pulling his fingers in and out of you while his free hand was secured around your waist. The way you were hugging him with both your arms made it impossible to not feel the definition of his abs against your own.

‘Buck…’ You whimpered as you felt the burning feeling in your core explode, your walls clenching his fingers inside of you.

‘Look at you, baby. Made a mess around my fingers.’ Bucky hissed as he slowly removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth. His eyes never left yours as he sucked them, tasting you. ‘You taste like honey, doll.’ His lips found yours once again, tasting your own juices as his tongue explored your mouth.

‘Do this again but in my bedroom, please…’ You breathed out and felt his body move against yours as he chuckled.

‘My touch-starved girl.’ He giggled and kissed your cheek before he rested his forehead on yours.

‘James and Y/N, thank you for the show!’ Tony’s voice filled the room from the romcoms, and you signed in frustration.

‘Well, that was unexpected.’ Bucky groaned as he finally removed his body from yours, and the slight freeze from the open window hit your front.

‘It’s not polite to watch people like this!’ You yelled, not knowing where the camera was so you probably looked ridiculous.

‘Noted!’ Tony replied, and you furrowed your brows even more, with Bucky quietly giggling in the background.

‘I hate you both.’ You scoffed and looked at Bucky, who stopped laughing and walked over to you.

‘No, you don’t.’ He put a strand of fallen hair behind your ear and cupped your jaw, thumbs gently brushing your redden cheeks. ‘You’re adorable.’

Bucky lowed his head, and you closed your eyes as his lips captured yours into a slow, passionate kiss. It was different than the others you have shared till now. This one was special because it was different. It was the start of a new chapter in your relationship with him, and you were entirely in for it.

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[softtdaisy]

Congrats on the milestone! Can I request a 🌷 for TASM!Peter with the song “Someday” from the movie Zombies (literally haven’t watched the movie but am really obsessed with the song)

_someday

tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

based on: someday from zombies

summary: Peter is scared to date you after you discovered he was Spiderman, but you're absolutely not scared at all by your superhero boyfriend 

words: 718

a/n: Thank you!! That was super sweet to write, I got inspired with the music video too which explained the cheerleader part 😂 I hope you will love it 💛

join my secret garden for my 1k celebration 🌸

“Peter!” you screamed from the top of the pyramid you made with your cheerleading team. 

You immediately heard some sighs and complaints from your friends. But you couldn’t care less when the man you were in love with was standing right there, on the bleachers. Peter has been missing for a few days, for a reason that only you knew. You were scared for him and for he might be doing, so seeing him again was a pure relief.

Even if, technically, you couldn’t go and see him right now. Could you?

“I’m sorry.” You repeat each time you were hitting a member of your team, trying to go to Peter. Of course, your coach was screaming for you to come back but you acted like you didn’t hear him. What could you risk? It was just a training. At worst, you wouldn’t be there for the next game.

Peter looked up when you started to come over him, surprised that you would stop one of your favorite activities to see him. Surprised, but relieved that you were still caring about him even after he took his distance from you. “You’re here.” You said, totally out of breath but with a huge smile on your face.

“I am.” He replied, looking down at his hands. He felt terrible. He had so much to say to you after what happened the other night. He took his time to think about the two of you and now that you were by his side, the only thing on his mind was his heartbeat being super loud. 

You and Peter have been seeing each other for a few months now. A few nights here, a few kisses there. Nothing too serious, at least not until a few weeks ago when you both realized you were falling in love with each other. And it could have been great. Until you got caught during one of his missions. Not only you discovered he was Spiderman, but you almost go hurt because of him. And for Peter, it was enough to convince himself he was better off alone. 

Which explained the whole disappearance and the lack of messages from the past days.

“Stop thinking with your big brain, Peter.” You said softly, taking his hand between your fingers. You started drawing circles on his palm and slowly, those circles became hearts. “I don’t see any bad things about this relationship personally.”

“How could you say that? You almost got hurt because you were with me!” he spoke too loudly. Some students turned their heads towards you with judgment and Peter apologized. You both got up to leave the bleachers and find a quieter space. You noticed how he kept your hand with his, a proof that he didn’t want to let you go either. You couldn’t help but smile at that thought. You could win this battle.

“If we think about it,” you started, closing the door of the only free working space you found. “I might get hurt, but I have a superhero boyfriend to save me.” You crossed one arm around your waist since he was still holding your hand. You probably looked ridiculous because there was no way your statement would have made Peter laughed like that.

He couldn’t resist hugging you there. He missed your touch when he was away, and he clearly needed it. Especially when he was fighting some stupid guys that thought they were stronger than him. “Look how cliché it sounds, you’re a pure sunshine and I’m more from the dark side.” You looked at him, frowning. 

“I don’t care about what people might or might not say about us, Pete. I think this can work out and I’m gonna make sure it does.” You slowly brushed his cheek, and you loved the smile that came from that touch. You brought your face closer to his, almost speaking lips against lips. “All I see, is that we can be an extraordinary couple. And I love that idea, don’t you?” 

Peter didn’t need to think a lot about this question. His heart was already answering for him. “I do.” He whispered before kissing you slowly, bringing one of his hands on your hair to keep you close. Being with you was worth every single risk in the world. 

#peter parker #Peter Parker imagine #peter parker x reader #Peter Parker fanfiction #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter parker imagine #andrew garfield x female reader #andrew garfield imagine #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield #my writing #1k celebration

[actualbird]

assorted hc rambles that one way or another have something to do with the academia in tot's canon

wc: 1k

cuz even if i know this is a game of romance and wits and murder mystery law, hyv cant just drop the cast like the nxx team (aka vyn and artem have doctorate degrees, mc is a graduate attorney, luke has a master's in bioengineering, and marius is working on his master's in oil painting) and not expect me to want to know more about how theyre interacting with their specific spheres of academia

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stellis university's biology department is begging "Pearce, L." to please consider giving a guest lecture for their students, pretty please

i think it's very entertaining to remember that several departments at stellis university have a bunch of Celebrity Poster Students/Alumni/Profs.

psychology dept obviously has the graceful intelligent dr vyn richter and hoo boy, that incident back in his personal story 3 where for a hot sec the university believed a SKETCHY CALLOUT POST accusing him to be a TOXIC MANIPULATOR....okay thats pretty on par for the course of how social media works HAHA. but my point here is that vyn is beautiful and a great teacher and theres a fanclub for him and he was momentarily involved in juicy drama. hes the perfect poster prof, he brings in a lot of attention and, in turn, interested students.

the law dept obviously has artem wing, and theyve also got rising attorney mc too!! im not sure if ingrid rosworth is canonically also a graduate of stellis uni, but if she is, im sure the law dept can drop some spicy rumors about ingrid and artem's Bitter Rivalry or something

aaaand the fine arts department has The marius von hagen as a grad student, and that in itself is already a big draw and a bunch of publicity.

but what about the STEM nation?

luke pearce is the only person on the team that is in no way affiliated with stellis university. he got his master's degree at national central university, which (and i know i mentioned this before but i want to mention it again) is noted in the Big Data Lab to be a canonical rival school of stellis university

National Central University has been competing with Stellis University for the top-ranked college domestically for years, and each has its own strengths and weaknesses. [from the Big Data Lab entry on NCU]

which is already so hilarious to think about. can you imagine national central university and stellis university's sports teams go against each other for a big game and suddenly the nxx investigation team is divided due to school loyalties? luke's gonna be the lone ranger rooting for national central and everybodys gonna affectionately call him a traitor

but i digress.

while luke is the most lowkey of the team in terms of publicity/popularity he gets from the media, surely, surely this canonical genius' bioengineering contributions during his studies garnered attention from the nerds at stellis uni.

the master's thesis written by Pearce, L. is something many students and faculty have been fangirling/fanboying over the moment they read it, and it becomes known that Pearce, L. is currently residing in south stellis, and thus the dept keeps sending luke emails inviting him to do a guest lecture sometime

and he always just replies with a concise and friendly "No thank you! :D" because 1) hes got enough on his plate to do right now and 2) cuz of stupid school loyalties jhvJHVKSJHFS, hes not teaching on enemy territory

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"MY DISCIPLINE'S citation style is better than YOURS!!!"

luke (biology/engineering) and vyn (psychology/pedagogy) use APA. mc and artem (law) use The Bluebook Style. and marius, our sole trooper in the fine arts, uses MLA.

if ever the team have to collaborate with somebody else in the team who is outside of their respective discipline's citation style to co-author some research, blood will be shed. the chaos would be immense. everybody assumed they were using the same citation (i.e. whatever citation each of them were respectively used to) and then when they realize the formatting discrepancies, the ACADEMIC RIFTS IN MANUALS OF STYLE, everybody gets extremely defensive and comically overdramatic over their preferred format of choice

vyn, luke, and marius: //squinting at the bluebook format

vyn: this is...

marius: youre gonna be way too passive aggressive with your thoughts, what we need is blunt aggressive. this format sucks balls

artem: it does not suck balls

vyn: no, he's right, it does

marius, muttering to himself: oh that was a weird feeling, vyn saying im right

artem, louder: it doesnt!!

luke, looking at mc with the biggest saddest puppy eyes: w-when did you change so much...i...i thought i knew you, i trusted you 🥺🥺🥺

mc: STOP MAKING THAT FACE AT ME, I HAD TO ADAPT IN LAW SCHOOL. WHY ARENT WE BULLYING MARIUS??

marius: uh, cuz marius is right and holy and all of you are wrong?

vyn, immediately switching sides cuz he loves the drama: MLA is ridiculous. why on earth is the only number present in the in text citation the page number?

marius: cuz it's simpler and doesnt take for-fuckin-ever to read past?????

luke, grumbling: least MLA could do is have the year in the in text citation...

marius: thats what the works cited portion is for, bitch!

artem: so you want us to flip all the way to the works cited portion to see the year? that seems like it would take much longer to do, like it would take forever---

and this argument would go on for far too long.

moving on

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one day vyn is sick and has to postpone a class and...

if vyn comes down with the ails, he'll of course have to update his students about how he wont be coming in on that day.

now, he wanted to start off his email saying. "I am afraid I will have to postpone classes [...]" and whatnot, but vyn is Very Sick. he starts writing the email, passes out like a few words in, and when he wakes up he sees the email he had accidentally sent to all his students:

Good day, I am afraid

(based on this hilarious tumblr post)

#tears of themis #luke pearce #marius von hagen #vyn richter #artem wing

[docm77datingsim]

spinning the short tale of this blog since I deleted the original. okay despite popular belief. the original docm77datingsim blog existed for months before I actually posted anything. It all started as a joke between friends as we mused about ccs coming to tumblr, way before this twitter exodus. since Doc is just insane we ended up talking about him and how he would probably fit in perfectly into the exosystem given how he already has the habit of playing twitter with pvp on. someone says that he would be the type of person to be having a tumblr debate in the comments with someone with some weird url like docm77dating sim.

I run and get the url. we have a laugh about it. the url stays hidden.

and months later... the topic of a Doc dating sim comes up again with my partners. do i remember what sparked it? no, but i do have the message from one of my beloveds @martynsimp69 that sparked a stupid picture:

and like a normal person i edit exactly that and decide that actually i have the perfect blog to post it to. and so the blog is started.

here's the thing i didn't really think anything would happen since i have 0 followers and so i taunted in my tags about how i would draw a proper sc if this og post reaced 500 notes.

yeah. it took like three hours. i regretted my entire life. by the time i start drawing its on 500+ notes and by the time i end its past 1k. for some reason i listen to the demons in my head and make three scs instead of one. slight variations but still why did i do more than one????

anyhow, here you go. again. docm77datingsim

i wasn't gonna draw a background or anything the most i promised was Doc. the thing is that-

now the thing i got a few asks and tags that said that i should make a dating sim. i STILL dont think its a good idea that i make and publish something like this btw. but i did put one sole condition on it, which is that i would do it if the man, the GOAT, docm77 himself, asked me to do it. and i stand by it.

and then i accidentally killed my blog along with the asks and the additional art on it, oh well.

not the most dramatic of stories apart from the weight of my sins with this one, but what i do live in fear now is that since Doc has a tumblr, he might get the sick idea to take me on my terrible offer. i will not be able to sleep soundly ever again. i hope he at least likes how i indeed stuck to canon and did not put a shirt on his little minecraft blorbo.

#dont tag him please i would have to fake my death. thanks #docm77 #sorry everyone lookinig in the tags and finding this. yeah #long post