#it’s still too close to rpf for me and i was too i uncomfortable to be ✨inspired✨ to make anything

[valyrfia]

RE: this ask

Sorry about to go off on one, gender studies and online fan culture from an academic standpoint is a special interest of mine because being film and literature student wasn't annoying enough (participatory culture studies my beloved) 

From a general standpoint, I think the reason M/M ships in fiction have always been more popular is because male characters are historically more developed and complex. I think it’s only in recent years have their been an influx of popular F/F ships, with the added development of women on screen (e.g Clarke and Lexa, Kara and Lena, Regina and Emma, Nancy and Robin) - I think there is also a point to be made this has coincided with gender expression, genderqueerness and more general knowledge of being outside the typical gender spectrum. 

I can’t explicitly say that being in M/M fandom spaces encouraged my personal discovery of being transmasc but it certainly helped to have an avenue where I could project onto these “male” characters and see myself in them. I was so uncomfortable in my own body and what I didn’t know at the time as dysphoria, I can see why I didn’t go for F/F ships. 

There are of course a lot of “fandom elders” but young (early to late teens) afab people do make up a large bulk of it and I get why  it may be easier for them to fixate on M/M ships as a, sort of method of exploring their own sexuality and gender expression. F/F ships may hit too close to home and F/M ships are what they are trying to escape from so it leaves M/M ships to project onto. Which, unfortunately then can become warped by the persons own comphet and/or binary ideas about gender. 

A male character may have more stereotypically “feminine” traits (in terms of interests or emotional reactions) and I can see why people who also have those traits would project there own insecurities onto them, reinforcing the feminisation of the male character but not being comfortable enough in your own gender expression to genderbend the character or write them as trans. 

It’s the same reason I think mafia romance, dark romance etc etc is so popular with cishet women because they can read about a fantasy where instead of the very real every day misogyny and violence they face leading to abuse, assault and death, it brings “positives” ; protected, loved, a happy relationship. 

Which, side note. I think this has A Lot to do with y/n, self insert fics becoming “cringe”. Because, I think a lot of people just want to fuck/date a character and feel like they can’t write a self insert anymore, so just project massively onto one character, leading to a lot of these issues. I don’t think Tony Stark/Peter Parker would be as popular as it is if people just let young women write their self insert fic about being Tony Stark’s sugar baby and then we wouldn’t have the wildly mischaracterised version of Peter Parker that we do! 

But, all this being said. I’m talking about fiction. Dean Winchester isn’t actually affected if people online only talk about him in a stereotypically “female” way. 

RPF is a different kettle of fish (and I’m not going in RPF ethics that’s different - I have no issues with rpf creators/consumers to be clear, I am one) because a real person does become affected. Even if you are keeping your fan works and discussions to private spaces, it can leach over into how you speak about the actual person. That’s where it becomes so incredibly important to remember that your RPF version of celebrities are just as fictional as Dean Winchester is. 

sorry I used mr. supernatural as an example, 13 year old me is still alive and kicking in my head somewhere. 

I love to hear your perspective on it with a trans worldview (and academic credentials), and I do agree that that might be a big driver of some young people only wanting to engage with MLM fic and feeling uncomfortable with WLW fic. You've brought up so many great points so I'll try and address them all.

I can add the perspective of a lesbian who was closeted for the first two decades of my life, came out less than five years ago, and still struggles on and off with comphet now. MLM fics in my teens were a way to consume queer content and relationships without having to think about the implications of enjoying consuming WLW content, and I think that's true for a lot of young closeted teens so it's no surprise that some comphet/hetnorm/cisnorm stuff bleeds through there because it's a framework the authors haven't managed to detach themselves from yet.

But yeah, I agree the issue lies with people wanting characters to be self-inserts partially so that they can experience sex, sexuality, and romance without any of the hang ups of thinking about patriarchy. And I agree with your solution: make y/n fics cool again! The ability we have to hallucinate while we read is magic! You can put YOURSELF in as a character's love interest, how cool is that?

Ultimately, yeah. There's nothing wrong with RPF as long as it isn't actually affecting the person that the RPF is based off, but I've seen a lot of takes escaping containment so to say (ie. leaving this website) with takes about the actual racers so obviously picked up through RPF. The main culprits are Charles, Lando, Max in my experience.

#You always send the longest and most thought out asks and I really don't know how to answer them because you're so eloquent #thank you for your POV! #enigmabird #asks #charles in makeup and lace discourse #hate it slightly too late to change it now

[bookscandlesnbts]

Quick facts about me that no one asked for:

Figured since I’ve posted more here and answered some asks, I would share some facts about me on my blog both BTS/Jikook related and non related.

1.) I became ARMY during quarantine era. A friend got me into them. After I watched their MMA 2019 performance I was blown away. She was a Yoongi bias so that is whose content I initially watched and gravitated towards. When I ventured out on my own and watched more performance stages and Run BTS I knew immediately that I was drawn to Jimin. Everything from his stage presence, gorgeous vocals and dance lines, funny and sassy personality, but also super empathetic and caring. He was it for me and still is. But I do love all seven of them. I could probably rank them in order of my “favorites” but Jimin would be number 1 without a doubt.

***super fun fact is that I actually first was exposed to BTS in 2017 :( that’s right, I could have stanned back then. I frequently kind of kidding but not really refer to this as my biggest regret. An undergrad in my research group was obsessed with them. She showed me a clip of them dancing and probably because I didn’t like her that much (she was friends with someone toxic) I chalked it up as so they sing and dance? Who cares. I ended up reconnecting with her later when I stanned and found out that she was a low-key TKK shipper and loved reading their fanfics. By that point, I was already sus of Jikook so we clashed and I don’t talk to her. 🤣

2.) That brings me to point number two. The most important: Jikook. I wish I could remember the first time I was like yep this is a thing but I don’t. I do remember the first Jikook moment that I was exposed to was their Black Swan pas de deux. I remember finding their chemistry palpable and bold of them to perform a romantic dance together but that was it. The more I watched Run BTS and being a Jimin bias I couldn’t help but notice JK too and their closeness. What was the nail in the coffin so to speak? The cliches. GCF Tokyo and Rosebowl did it for me and I’ve been endeared by them ever since.

3.) I’m a sort of Jikook fanfic writer on A03 who I guess is on a hiatus and has been for awhile now. I love fanfiction and have been reading it and writing it a little since I was like 12. I was never a RPF girlie until BTS but I view them as characters in a story because that is what they are when I’m reading or writing fics. Not the actual people.

4.) I’m asexual and probably aromatic to some extent too. Asexuality is so misunderstood, I could go on about it for days, but I’m not the authority on it by any means. I like the idea of sex in the abstract. Fanfics, great. M/M where I don’t feel inserted in the act, even better. I’m not a prude, I just don’t experience sexual attraction. The idea of looking at someone even the tannies and wanting to fuck them makes me uncomfortable and it’s something I can’t relate to and have never felt. I’ve had sex of course, but it’s never lived up to the hype for me. I can definitely live without it. As far as being aromantic that I’m not sure. I love the idea of romance or I wouldn’t be so smitten with Jikook and other cute couples. I don’t actively seek romance in my life. I don’t date or want to date. I haven’t had a crush on someone in like 10 years. I’m not opposed to it. Their gender wouldn’t matter to me but it’s not something I feel like I need in my life. If you are anywhere on the ace spectrum or are LGBTQIA+, hi you are more than welcome here.

5.) I’m educated! I have a PhD in chemistry. I am on the Professor track and I teach organic chemistry. I spent 7 years in grad school combined for my masters and PhD.

So yeah! This way you know a little about me when you send in asks. I am terrible at formatting and use my phone only for Tumblr, so my blog probably won’t ever be pretty. I’m just here for connections and content that is more in depth than Twitter. Yes, I’m still calling it twitter. Sorry not sorry Elon.

#about myself #kookmin #jikook #blogger

[of-stars-and-pens]

Pairing: Johnny Depp and Reader

Fandom: RPF

Inspiration/Request: Random blurb I found on a list that I’ve since misplaced… And Johnny’s win in court!

Warnings: 

A/N: Holy shit. I started this fic forever and a day ago, but here we goooo~

“I remember the first time we met.”

“I wish you didn’t,” you teased back. “My hair was a mess.” You turned to look at him, catching him staring for the briefest moment.

Johnny looked away, shaking his head with closed eyes and a smile only Johnny could have. There was a gentle chuckle before his gaze returned to you.

“I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen,” Johnny said sweetly, reaching over and taking your hand in his. 

He looked at the growing number of people in your area and frowned while you laughed, covering your mouth.

The movie itself hadn’t started yet, thankfully, but more and more people were taking their seats for the premiere and the sheer amount of people was starting to feel uncomfortable for both of you. Still. It was a mutual friend’s movie you were here to watch and there would certainly be discussions at the afterparty and maybe the after-after party if the two of you were up for that. You weren’t used to events like this and you lacked the stamina needed to be out partying until the sun rose. Johnny didn’t seem to mind, which felt like a blessing considering you were new to this world.

“You looked like you’d stepped out of a time machine or something. With your pulled back and styled that way, and your dress? I was convinced a fucking goddess was gracing us with her presence. Aphrodite herself had stepped down from Mt. Olympus to mingle with us mortals.”

“That explains why you were looking at me so much. I thought I’d done something to piss you off or something,” you admitted softly.

Johnny chuckled and pulled away, shifting his posture in the chair. “No, Darling. That’s not what was happening–I was trying to figure out how to talk to you.”

You looked at him, watching him closely as you rubbed your belly.

He still held your hand but he was leaning away from you, his elbow propped up on the arm rest, his hand stroking his chin as he looked at the empty screen in front of you. There was something on his mind, and you couldn’t get a good read on him or his thoughts. 

You frowned when he looked at you: his eyebrows were raised as he looked at you with interest, as if waiting for you to say something. Adjusting so he was leaning towards you now, his ear aimed at you to hear you better as the room started getting louder. His elbow and hand stayed where they had been despite his chin no longer being there.

You leaned over a little to be closer to him as you spoke, hoping he’d hear you. 

“What’s on your mind?” You asked, looking at him concerned. “You look lost in your own little world. Are you okay, or do we need to go somewhere so you can get grounded?” 

“I’m fine,” he assured with a smile as he sat up and looked at you. “I was just thinking.”

“About?” 

“You. The night we met. How shy you were when Janice introduced us.” 

His smile didn’t convince you that that was really what he had been thinking of, but you weren’t going to push it here. You weren’t worrying about it escalating into a fight or anything like that–just the opposite. You didn’t want him to get emotional over something in public. He was a very private person, all things considered, and you respected that. 

You smiled, and he took that as an invitation to continue. He leaned closer to you again, and you leaned your head over so your ear was closer to his lips.

“I was wondering what it would take to get you to open up, break that shyness.” He chuckled. “And then she told me about your poster, and–”

“I still haven’t forgiven her for that,” you interrupted, smiling to yourself as he laughed.

His gaze met yours as you turned towards him. Even as his laughter stopped, the joy in his eyes made your chest feel warm in the best way. 

You loved this man, and knowing he loved you too was unimaginable. You wouldn’t believe this was even a possibility if it wasn’t for the fact you’d woken up to breakfast in bed. Your favorite too–made by Johnny. This was a dream you had once, but waking up every morning to it being your reality? Incredible.

And he was so painfully kind to you; knowing the pain he’d experienced in the past broke your heart. The two of you had been through so much that all you wanted was to make the other happy. The doting took so many shapes–from him getting a small tattoo to match one you had already gotten to you playing hostess to his guests: making sure that they had full glasses and full bellies. The love the two of you shared was unrivaled, and it warmed those around you. Even his children liked you, something you never expected but were so incredibly thankful for. Days out shopping with Lily-Rose were something you cherished.

There were times he would ask you to pose for his paintings, or ask you to listen to the music he’d been writing. 

He made you feel safe. Whenever there was a bump in the night, he would investigate.

You were his muse, and he was your home, and that was all that mattered.

#Johnny Depp x Reader #rpf #a queue like you #i made this for you

[thetwelfthcrow]

I know that most of the drivers know about fanfiction being out there but the thought of them discovering ships still freaks me out so much.

A lot of people will say don't write RPF then but there is a big difference between just writing it for fandom and locking it on ao3 OR actively pushing it towards the people it's inspired by. The latter can easily be avoided and not avoiding it is the sole thing that can make RPF problematic.

TWITTER IS TOO CLOSE.

This makes me so uncomfortable and angry at people who are not thinking about boundaries. Even if the author consents to their fanfiction being out there (but why would you?) you can't get the consent from the people it's about. If they discover it on ao3 then that means that they sought it out and that's okay but if they stumble upon it on twitter because it gets basically shoved into their faces? No.

It's not funny and if you're unlucky, they'll not only think it's weird, they might actually hate it and feel gross about people writing about them having kinky sex with y/n or their colleague.

In extreme cases, famous people discovering fanfiction about themselves altered how they behaved in public. In other extreme cases, they took legal actions, because they felt really ridiculed or uncomfortable.

Fanfiction is for fans. Leave it in strict fandom spaces. How often do people need to say that? You can't always avoid the drivers seeing it, but you can at least make sure that it's not jumping at them when they don't want it to jump at them, which will be the case for most if not all of them.

I don't want drivers to get linked to my tumblr without either my or their consent. It's overstepping a line.

there's a huge difference between Knowing About The Existence of Fanfics and being Actively Made Aware of Certain Fics. sure, they know about fanfics. sure, they know they're being shipped. but to have the shippy things/fanfics/fanart actively shown to you is a whole other thing.

'don't write RPF' is a very dumb thing to say. that is not the issue. the issue is that fandom is for the fans and Not for the people it's about. when i'll make the silly little 4433 discord server, that's for the shippers, the FANS. that is Not for max, lewis, or anyone who knows them personally. when we write fics, that's for the fans, Not for the guys in question!!

twitter is indeed too close. tumblr is The Perfect platform for it. i remember when the people from Watcher Entertainment announced they'd make a tumblr blog and sooo many fans were like Alarm Alarm Must Change My Main Blog So They'll Never Find Out!

i've heard charles is notoriously known for looking up his own name so for the love of god don't post shippy things with his name on twitter.

and also a huge fucking annoyance of mine is that the official accs (red bull, f1, mclaren, whatever) have started using shipnames. don't. that's not for you.

100% agreed w the difference between 'stumbling upon ao3' and 'getting a tweet sent to you with your name'. also a PSA to all RPF authors: if twitter accs ever ask if they can rec your fic on twitter, be flattered and say no. that is not the place for us to be.

i don't think that the drivers will actively read what it's all about, i think they'll see a link and go oh No Nope I am Leaving. years of PR training must've also taught them what to stay away from. but this is the same w people in Max Fewtrell's chat telling him to go to ao3 & wattpad. i was fuming. you Do Not Do That. (sure i wrote a fic about it but that's beside the point).

yeah so i wouldn't worry too much about the extreme cases. this isn't septiplier. the most important difference being: these drivers barely handle their own social media anyway. they're incredibly well managed. this doesn't mean we can do whatever, but it does mean that the chances of something bad happening are smaller i'd reckon.

recently made this metaphor which may be a bit tough to convey in words but: the drivers, the sport, the factual things are like a planet, and fandom is the moon. the moon is for us fans to gather and circle around the planet and occasionally visit and say hi. but to never ever get the drivers with us to the moon. they don't belong there. if one driver gets to the moon, the moon will get closer to the planet and before we know it, the moon is clashing with the planet and nothing's left of either of the two anymore.

drivers knowing about the existence of fanfics as a term is fine. drivers knowing about certain fics is not. drivers knowing about your tumblr is not. fandom for the fans. not for them. don't make those two world collide.

#Anonymous #rpf #f1 #keep rpf away from f1 #zhalia’s lil’ chit chat

[suenitos]

its rlly interesting hearing everyones canon events for what got them here the diversity in peoples reactions to dream or dnf or dteam and parasocialism etc is actually breathtaking. anyway here's mine (with most of the journey as a bonus) that no one asked for. WARNING IT'S LONG:

i was more of a slow burn in that i first became aware of who the hell dream (i think george too?) was during summer 2020 when the maia thing was happening (i think it was trending or something and EVERYONE knew her from prom dress so i was like hey i know her!), though i dont remember all of the details i just remember thinking "ok!" then closing the twitter app. didn't pay it any mind.

later i started to get dteam content on my tiktok fyp from compilations and thought why the hell not and started to watch them on youtube. i found the mc tag video and was HOOKED with the solo dnf challenge videos. fell out of it for a while because online school then came back officially on november 16 when unus annus ended and lmanberg exploded and i needed something else to obsess over to cope with isolation. i dont quite remember when quackity came into the equation but he was THE reason i got into cdnf (and lore too i guess) because he gave us the only pov of the dethronement and that was the first lore stream i watched live. i remember recognizing him from the raids and discords got talent videos and got more into him and dteam at the same time especially as 5/5 became a thing (so you can see why i was hurt really bad when april happened lol)

another part of it was heat waves.. i was pretty opposed to it at first because after dan howell's coming out i thought rpf was inherently invasive to content creators. and to be fair there was a lot of freaknasty shit written about phan that made them uncomfortable! but since i have no morals i caved and read it anyway under the justification that everyone kept saying this is really good characterization and writing so why not! (up until chapter 3 was released at this time) i finally decided to register for an ao3 account along with thousands of other people (before the waiting list got really long lol) and read it and well. here we are

the parasocial drontroversy was happening around this time too and i sort of talked about it but that indirectly caused me to lurk for the entirety of 2021 mostly on tiktok and twitter and twitch (i knowwww. it was pretty bad). part of that too was because of the drontoversies so i avoided engaging directly until i knew for sure that dream wasn't the evilest man ever. i was really cautious about him because i had this assumption of his character (white cis het (lol) man raised republican) but after seeing his growth and learning a bit about him i grew out of my initial timidity and embraced the stan label (in secret). i was also a big youtube viewer too i loved the animations people made and still do! a xanyleaves manhunt animation also convinced me to watch manhunt and dteam (any object show fans here lol?) i got sick of doing that and not dumping everything in my brain somewhere my irls wouldn't see so i lurked here for a while and officially joined in january 2022. it was pretty fun! but then after a while you could tell the wheels were falling off the wagon!

i left for probably a month following the drituation drop (still lurking for updates etc) but then decided to come back with a different account because 1. i decided for myself that it was ultimately a nothing burger after seeking out evidence when i was ready 2. i was sick of using that blog as a sideblog and this is all i blog about anyway 3. i was lonely :( i missed the few mutuals i had and seeing life on the dash. i also just wanted to help build something healthier from before. i think the christmas streams were the first time i felt READY and sure to actively come back and my time here here has been really wonderful for the most part. this is MY toxic radioactive echo chamber dumpster and i love being a bacteria living in it.

#tldr; slow burn. timid pet that doesnt trust people gets exposure therapy over time. i was always gonna end up here anyway no matter the #avenue i took LOL #only read if youre curious about my convoluted lore haha

[lessthanpure]

Making the Best of it Chapter 12

Fandom: Baseball RPF

Pairing: Pete Alonso/OFC, Pete Alonso/Jeff McNeil, Pete Alonso/Jeff McNeil/OFC

Summary: Making Up

Wordcount: 2966

AO3 Link

It’s a few days of radio silence before Jeff texts Sloane privately on their messaging app. ‘Hey.’

‘Hey. Feel better?’

‘Yeah,’ Jeff nods. He’s still wary of Pete, and he doesn’t want to be. ‘How’s Pete?’

‘Missing you. Babe, I know you know this, but we will talk about /everything/ before we try it.’

‘I know.’ Jeff pauses, his thumbs hovering over his phone. ‘He just freaked me out is all.’

‘I know. But we’ll talk about everything.’ 

Jeff nods, looking at his phone. He clicks to Pete’s contact in the app. ‘Hey.’

‘Hey,’ Pete messages back a minute later. ‘You ok?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I’m sorry, Jeff. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.’

‘It’s all good.’

‘I won’t do it again.’

Jeff relaxes. ‘Thanks.’ 

He goes to the chat with all three of them. ‘Video games tonight at mine? Pete, you bring the snacks this time.’

‘Sounds good,’ Sloane messages back.

‘I’ll make my dip,’ Pete adds.

‘Perfect.’

Jeff opens the door for them and smiles, letting them in. He closes the door behind them. Jeff looks at Pete, who looks nervous. He gets on his toes and nudges noses with him before kissing him softly. Pete relaxes into it. “Missed you,” Jeff says. Then he kisses Sloane. “You too.”

“Ok, what are we playing first,” Sloane asks. 

“Halo,” Jeff suggests.

“Sure,” Pete smiles. 

They get the snacks ready first, pouring them into bowls. Jeff loads a chip with Pete’s spicy dip and eats it. 

They settle on the couch, Jeff snug between them. “Campaign or death match,” Pete asks.

“Death match. But maybe only a couple,” Jeff says. He’s missed his lovers. Pete inhales and releases the breath on a moan. 

“I,” Pete starts. 

Jeff leans in and kisses him deeply, bringing up his hand to touch the back of Pete’s head. Jeff licks into Pete’s mouth and the Alpha moans before reciprocating. Jeff pulls back and Pete leans forward, his mouth open. “Soon,” Jeff pants, tasting their combined arousal. Sloane rubs Jeff’s back and he sits comfortably again. Pete whimpers and Jeff hands him a controller. 

Pete tries to focus on the game, but he just wants to touch Jeff and Sloane. He can smell Sloane on the other side of Jeff, and Jeff is warm against his side. He manages to push it to the back of his mind and plays like his life depends on it. After two games where the lovers absolutely demolish the other teams, Jeff casually closes the game. Pete wants to jump him, but he’s still slightly nervous about making him uncomfortable. Jeff kisses Sloane deeply and Pete watches, getting hard. 

Jeff roves his hands over Sloane, gentle. Sloane is soon whimpering and squirming. He lets her mouth go and licks down her throat. Sloane bares it for him, and his mouth waters. He gently mouthes her skin, lips exploring leisurely. He can smell Pete’s arousal behind him, but he isn't touching him. Jeff reaches back and grabs Pete’s hand, leading it to Sloane’s thigh. She moans and grabs Jeff’s head, pulling it up and kissing him again as she pivots on the couch, spreading her legs. “God, I’ve missed you,” she gasps as she pulls away.

“I’ve missed you both,” Jeff murmurs. He returns to kissing Sloane’s skin, hard in his jeans. 

“Jeff,” Pete gasps. “I…can I…I want to,” he says, sounding off-balance.

Jeff pulls his mouth away from Sloane and looks at Pete. “What do you want, baby,” Jeff asks after a second. He’s aroused, but he hopes the answer isn't what he thinks it is.

“I want to suck you off.” Jeff moans quietly. “Can I, baby,” Pete asks, like the answer to that isn't obvious. 

“Fuck yeah,” Jeff says. 

Pete gets off the couch and onto his knees in front of Jeff, reaching for Jeff’s belt. He unbuckles it expertly and then pushes down his jeans. Pete leaves Jeff’s boxers on and leans forward, burying his nose into the fabric. Jeff moans and grabs his head, panting. Sloane kisses his jaw before licking it. Jeff trembles, whimpering. He lets go of Pete with one hand and reaches for Sloane, but she ducks under his reach and gets on her knees next to Pete. “Oh, fuck,” Jeff says. 

Pete mouthes at Jeff’s cock through his boxers, hard and eager. Sloane noses his jaw and Pete pulls back just enough to get Jeff’s underwear down. It’s been a long time since Pete’s done this, but he has experience. He shivers when Jeff’s cock comes into view, long and pale and slender. Jeff’s hand on him tenses and Pete leans in, licking from root to tip. Jeff moans. Pete licks his skin, mouthing gently. He wraps his fist around Jeff’s base and licks to his head. He takes a moment to admire his cock before he looks up at Jeff. Jeff’s already watching him. Pete smiles and takes his head in his mouth. Jeff releases a long breath on a moan. 

Pete keeps his eyes as he bobs his head, keeping his grip firm. Jeff’s thrusting his hips a little, probably subconsciously, and Pete doesn’t know if he’ll gag. Pete swallows Jeff’s cock a little more with each pass, and then he’s confident enough to let him go and grip his hips instead, swallowing him entirely. Pete likes having Jeff in his mouth- he’s never had to work around a knot sucking dick, but it’s a welcome challenge. He swallows once Jeff’s in and the Alpha moans. “Fuck, Pete,” he says. Pete swallows again, then swirls his tongue around Jeff’s knot. The man shouts, hands tightening. Pete hums, and Jeff pants, gripping his shoulders. 

Pete starts to bob his head again, and when he’s almost at the tip a third hand taps his jaw. He reluctantly lets Jeff slip free of his mouth, and Sloane positions herself in a way so that she’s on the other side of Jeff’s cock. She leans in, curling her tongue around the underside of Jeff’s head. “Fuck,” Jeff shouts. Pete pants and leans in, mouthing at Jeff’s cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jeff chants, one of his hands scrabbling at Pete’s shoulders. He grabs a fistful of his shirt and holds on. The other hand winds into Sloane’s hair and the woman purrs. 

Pete hums and licks down the side of Jeff’s cock, making his fellow Apha tremble and shake and swear. Pete’s tongue meets Sloane’s, and she hums and pulls him back to the tip. She leans in and kisses Pete around Jeff’s cock, making the man whimper. Pete noses against her and gently angles himself so that he can swallow Jeff again. Jeff whines. Pete lets Jeff go and starts to pay attention to his balls, which makes Jeff shudder. “Fuck, Pete ,” he gasps. Pete spends time there, and then Jeff gasps Sloane’s name. Pete looks, and she’s now swallowing Jeff. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” Jeff says. Pete nudges Sloane, and she pulls back. Pete braces his hands against Jeff’s hip, takes his head in his mouth, and sucks hard. Jeff groans and cums in his mouth. Pete swallows. He’s tasted it before, but only on Sloane’s tongue. It’s better from the source. 

Pete licks over Jeff, cleaning him up gently, until Jeff shudders. “F-fuck,” he says, gently pushing Pete’s shoulder. “T-too much.” Pete reluctantly pulls back. He stays on his knees for a second before he gets up and sits on the couch. He noses Jeff’s jaw, asking. Jeff answers with a kiss, tangling their tongues together. “Fuck, Pete, that was awesome,” he breathes.

“Haven’t done it in a while. I’m glad I was good,” Pete admits.

“Better than good, sweetheart.” Sloane climbs into Pete’s lap, and Jeff chuckles. “What’s the matter,” he teases, moving to Sloane. “Eager to have Pete fuck you?” He mouthes Sloane’s jaw.

“Yes,” Sloane says, nodding. She holds Jeff’s head close and Pete hums, undoing her shorts. They maneuver to get them and her panties off, and Pete undoes his own pants while she hovers above him. Pete gets a condom out of his pocket and puts it on. It’s barely on before Sloane sinks onto him, making him moan. 

Sloane starts to ride him, and Pete’s torn between watching his cock disappear into her cunt or her face. Jeff makes his mind up when he starts to kiss Sloane. Sloane whimpers, muffled. Pete groans and slides his hands up Sloane’s stomach, pushing her shirt up over his wrists. He slides his hands to her back, and Jeff’s fingers soon meet his, and they get her bra off. Then Jeff tugs Sloane’s shirt off and she eagerly takes off her bra. 

Sloane whimpers when Jeff closes his mouth around her nipple. He’s wicked with his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking, then using his teeth cleverly. She rides Pete faster and faster, needing an orgasm. Jeff starts playing with her other breast, tugging and rolling her nipple between his fingers, and she cums. Pete growls and grabs her hips, starting to fuck up into her. She moans and rocks on him. Jeff switches his attention to her other breast, and she grips his hair. She uses it to pull his head back and kisses him sloppily. He growls into her mouth and she moans. He wraps a hand around the base of her throat and she shudders as she lets him go. 

Jeff slides his fingers up the side of her throat and she whimpers. Pete is still fucking up into her, and the combination of sensations makes her cum again. Jeff pants and noses to her ear. “Come on, baby, one more,” he pants into it. “Come on, baby, I can smell you want to. Can smell that Pete can fuck you more. Baby, come on,” he encourages, a growl threaded through his words. She shudders and obeys. “Attagirl, good girl,” Jeff says, his voice deepening. “Fuck, can’t wait to lick all that up, baby, can’t wait to get my tongue in that hot little snatch.” Sloane moans. She didn’t expect Jeff to be a talker, but it’s getting her hot. “Good girl, such a good fucking girl,” he growls. Pete slams up a few more times, then he cums. Jeff pants, and Sloane hums as she sits completely, shuddering. Pete had used a non-knotting condom, but she still wants him inside her. 

Pete’s catching his breath. “Why didn’t you talk before, Jeff,” he asks, still panting.

Jeff looks down. “Yeah, sorry, that must be weird. I won’t do it again.” Jeff’s mouth got away from him- he always has to rein it in with partners, none of them have liked it. 

“No, that was fucking hot,” Pete says, touching his shoulder.

“Really,” Jeff asks, shocked. 

“Really,” Sloane says, kissing behind his ear. Jeff shudders. Pete pulls Jeff into his mouth, and they kiss. Sloane leans in and mouthes the back of Jeff’s neck. The Alpha shudders again and pulls back. His eyes are dark.

“So you want me to tell you everything I want to do to you both,” he asks, voice deep. Sloane chirps and nods. Pete nods just as eagerly. “Good,” he smirks. Jeff nudges noses with Sloane, and she leans her forehead against his, waiting. “Because I’ve been thinking a lot. I want to lick you open, Sloane, want to hear you fucking beg for my knot. Want to have Pete watch us, want you to get so fucking desperate you cry. Want to make you cum on my tongue until you’re slurring, until the only words we can understand are ‘please’ and ‘Jeff’ and ‘Pete,’” Jeff growls. “Want to be fucking drenched in your scent, until finally I can’t take it anymore and need to get my cock into that sweet cunt. Want to have you tremble and shake, want you to not be able to hold yourself back as you cum again and again on my cock.” 

Jeff inhales deeply, smelling three aroused scents climbing higher. “Want to fuck you hard until I finally slam home and knot you,” he says, panting. “Want to have Pete fuck you after,” he slurs. “Want him to feel both of us in you, want to have my cum ease his way,” he pants. “Want him to fill you, too. Want to lick it all out of you, want to have us all tasting so fucking right on my tongue.”

“Fuck,” Pete chokes out, leaning in. He kisses Jeff, a little uncoordinated. Sloane whimpers and grips Jeff’s hair. 

“Fuck, want that,” Sloane admits. She hasn’t taken Pete bare yet. 

Jeff moans and Pete licks his jaw. Jeff’s hard again, and Sloane shudders as she lifts herself off of Pete. 

“Bed,” Jeff growls. 

“Yeah,” the other two agree. They get up, Sloane and Pete a little shaky, and make their way to Jeff’s room. Jeff hums when they get in, gently crowding Sloane against the wall. He picks her up and she eagerly wraps around him, kissing him deeply. She can feel Jeff’s length between her thighs, and wants him inside her. He lays her on his bed and licks her skin, and she reaches for a condom. They have to really talk about that, not in the heat of the moment. Jeff chuckles when she gets one. 

“Not yet,” Jeff says casually, tasting her skin. She can feel his words. “Gotta get my tongue inside you first.” She shudders. “Can I, baby?”

“Yes, yes, Jeff,” Sloane whimpers. 

“Good girl.” Jeff slinks down her body and settles between her legs. He hums and licks her inner thighs. She spreads her knees for him and he moans. “Good fucking girl.” 

Jeff trails his tongue to her hole and presses in. She arches her hips to meet him. Normally, he’d start slowly but he’s hard and leaking. So he fucks her with his tongue and she screams. Sloane scrabbles for purchase on him, grabbing the back of his collar. She presses into his mouth. Jeff moans and pushes closer, moving up and sucking her clit. He presses two fingers into her and she cums. Jeff laps it up. 

Pete grabs his hair and pulls, and Jeff follows it. Pete kisses him. Sloane pushes up Jeff’s shirt and he barely breaks from Pete to take it off. Then they work on his pants. Jeff’s soon kicking his underwear off and putting on the condom. He braces himself over Sloane, staring down at her. Pete strokes his head and Jeff whines. Pete rumbles and noses his cheek. “I think she’s ready, babe. Don’t you,” Pete teases. Sloane flips them using the element of surprise, then sinks onto his length. Jeff howls, gripping her hips. 

“Fucking finally,” Sloane says, panting and bracing her hands on Jeff’s chest. She gets her knees under her. 

“Fuck, Sloane,” Jeff chokes out, but all English leaves him when she rides him. All he can do is rumble and growl. Pete reaches down with one hand and runs his fingers through Jeff’s hair and touches Sloane’s jaw with the other, directing her into his mouth. She’s panting too much for it to be a real kiss, but Jeff thinks it’s hot nonetheless. Jeff grips her hips and sits up, kissing her throat. Sloane whines and he grunts, moving with her. He grabs her thigh and rolls them, panting as he takes over. Sloane drags her nails down his back and he grunts, staring into her eyes. They’re glazed and she’s whimpering. Pete leans down and kisses her, sliding a hand down her body. Sloane throws her head back and Jeff nudges Pete’s head aside so he can see. Pete is rubbing Sloane’s clit, and she arches and cums with a sob. Jeff swears and thrusts a few times before he follows, groaning. He lowers himself onto Sloane, his arms jelly. Jeff turns his head, panting into her throat. Sloane is shaking, her legs still around his hips and her ankles locked. She hums and Jeff looks over his shoulder- Pete is gently coaxing them to lie flat. Then Pete comes next to them, stretching out. He’s hard and Jeff hums, reaching a shaking hand out. Pete ignores it and wraps a hand around himself. 

“Pete, you don’t have to d’that,” Jeff slurs, fucked-out. Sloane hums and kisses his shoulder, lips gentle. 

“Fuck, you don’t know how hot that was,” Pete groans, jerking off. “Fuck, could watch you two fuck every day for the rest of my life and be happy.” Jeff shudders, laying down and watching Pete. He’s sore, and is enjoying this. Sloane is watching him, too, humming. 

“Yeah, babe,” Sloane asks. “You wouldn’t want to join in,” she teases. It’s made much less effective when she yawns. Pete grunts and fucks his fist. He cums a handful of strokes later. He pants, coming down. Jeff hums and barely lifts his head enough to look at Sloane. 

“You or me, baby,” Jeff asks. 

Sloane reaches and pulls Pete’s hand between them, making Pete whine. Jeff gets the picture and uses his tongue to clean Pete up, Sloane helping out. He sucks Pete’s thumb into his mouth and Pete whimpers. Jeff pulls back and Pete leans in, nosing his temple. 

Jeff gathers every ounce of willpower and manages to pull out of Sloane, tiredly tossing the condom into the trash without getting up. Thankfully, his aim is true. Pete pulls his head around and kisses him, deeply and gently. Sloane purrs and then Pete pulls back. He kisses her, too, cupping her face. Jeff watches, tired and happy. Sloane hums and pulls Jeff closer, getting on her side and facing him. Jeff smiles and follows her lead, pressing against her. Pete crowds close, kissing the back of her shoulder. They settle in, getting comfortable. It’s amazing, really, how easy it is with them. 

#alpha beta omega dynamics #a/b/o dynamics #baseball rpf #baseball imagine #new york mets imagine #pete alonso/jeff mcneil #pete alonso imagine #jeff mcneil imagine #my fics

[milknhonies]

I wholeheartedly agree with your stance on AI "art" being violating and problematic.

However, I do have a problem with the way you stated that even though you know MBB to be an adult, she is still Eleven from ST and a minor in your eyes.

She's 19. She's engaged. Because of her career she is probably more independent than anyone of us was at that age. And I do think that perpetual viewing of actors as 'stuck' as a character they once portrayed is problematic.

This is what happened when people thought "omg Hannah Montana has gone nuts" or "what happened to the sweet Demi Lovato?" Or anything else involving child actors.

What happened? They grew up.

Other than that, your point about AI generated images (I'm not even calling it 'art' anymore) stands. It's creepy and violating, especially because AI is getting 'better' (= more accurate) and I'm honestly afraid that before long we will have full-on deepfake porn videos with actors who never asked for that shit.

That said; it does raise the question with me whether or not a similar stance is warranted against NSFW artwork or smut with the actors rather than portrayed characters as the subject. (I've never been a big fan of RPF, and I don't think I've come across "real person fan art", so I can't really say with certainty if it would make me uncomfortable. But the AI things... They just make my skin crawl.)

You make a valid point!!! Warning long ass post reply below.

The Millie thing I think is more my personal view of her physically. I think I view Millie as still a young child is because of her youthful face and the characters she plays. I'm 22. It's still so hard for me to think she's only 2-3 years younger than me. To me she still looks 16. Very young. If she had a sex scene in the next 5-10 years I might still be inclined to turn away. She definitely has accomplished a lot.

I just cannot physically imagine her in sexual light at this present time. She has child like appearances other than when she's dolled up from a magazine shoot with Photoshop and then appears borderline age appropriate.

The same can be said for actor Bella Ramsey who is 20 years old, they have a very young look in appearance and have played many roles depicting them as younger than their original age. But both of them definitely deserve to be admired and respected to the work they've contributed.

So being told there's ai images with "white sauce" on her face makes my insides churn. Either a very young fan has generated that or someone's computer that might need to be investigated.

I never really knew who Hannah Montana was until wrecking ball (wasn't allowed to watch tv a lot growing up as a kid. And I was always told she was a slut in the tv show which is why I wasn't allowed to watch it -by gross male family members.) and I didn't know who Demi Lovato was AT ALL until the drug scandal- that's how I learnt about her music because they played it on the news. I was probably 13-14 at this time. But I think I understand what you're comparing...I think?

Like how Billie Eillish showed her body off when she was 18 and the internet went crazy, but to be fair I also thought she was in her 20s and was shocked when I found out she was only a little bit younger than me.

I still find myself uncomfortable even sexualising 33 year old Thomas Brodie-Sangster 😵‍💫 he still looks 13 to me!!!

REGARDLESS AS WE BOTH AGREE, THESE ACTORS AND PERFORMERS DONT DESERVE THIS AI PORN DISRESPECT.

For years people used to Photoshop actors faces into photos of pornos, I had issues with that.

The difference when it comes to art? Yes I think some people can be disturbing. We have Rule 34 for a reason guys. However the difference is that the art is usually not "realistic." We can tell it's hand drawn whether digital or hardcopy.

AI is luckily easy to spot usually. But it's too close in resemblance to these real people. A lot of porn websites have resorted to using AI, which is why I have a massive issue with this too. AI is two minutes if writing a description and having a computer generate. It's impulsive and dangerous.

Deepfakes, they've already made pornos with Scarlett Johansson, Taylor Swift and Katy Perrys faces I believe. There was a massive scandal when a man used the face of his female best friend in a deep fake porno because he had a "unrequited crush" for her and when she discovered the deepfake video on his computer while he was busy, she left and took him to court over sexual violation and privacy policies. It was HUGE. i hate Ai and Deepfakes.

There's even a constant debate on pedophiles using AI and Deepfakes as a means of gaining CP without soliciting CP... (I say guillotine their cock, hands, burn off their clits and spoon out their eyes with a melon ball scooper spoon but hey that's me ✌️ barbaric barbie.)

The difference between NSFW smut fics and AI porn, is:

1. Smut takes effort and time to write. AI writes and steals content for you. There's no creativity.

2. Because it's a written fic, they should have warnings and tags. It should be noted in RPF that the actors are not the same as your write them to be. This is why I changed a lot of my rpf into the characters they play.

3. Fics require imagination. AI is visual. No one can police your genuine imagination.

4. There are actors who have been uncomfy or flushed at the sight of themselves or the character version of them in NSFW Situations. Loki the pole dancing art and mpreg were show to Tom Hiddleston, who had a chuckle and many emotions of confusion with disgust and horror. I can imagine many actors would prefer to see an effort in art and literature when it comes to evil things instead of just some half baked computer program that creates lewd and anticlimactic imagery.

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The only time I have ever excused it's use was for the chance to see my dads face move again because I don't have many videos of him, and as morbid as it is there's a comfort to seeing him smile in ai moveable photo scanning apps. But to many others this would be considered disrespectful to the dead and to be honest I would side with them if it came down to banning ai and Deepfakes forever.

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#THIS IS ABOUT THE DREAM SMP AND ROCEIT #OR LOCEIT IDK YET #WELL TO SIMPLIFY DREAM SMP AU WITH UNDECIDED CHARACTER ASSIGNMENTS #MEANING NO ACTUAL POLICTICS ARE INVOLVED #*politics #i feel the need to make this disclaimer gjfjdksk #anyway i am still thinking about That Post from uh yesterday? two days ago? yesterday i think #and if my brain doesn’t nerf me i’ll be making a post with Several variations of this because i have Brainrot #wait to clarify i’ll be making a post no matter what the question is just if it will be posted Tonight or Tomorrow #since it Is almost 1 am after all and i have literally Endless thoughts about this so we shall see #anyway i’m sorry to everyone who expected sanders sides here? #because now u have block men <3 #i probably would’ve already written something for them but Even Though it would be about the ‘characters’ they rp #it’s still too close to rpf for me and i was too i uncomfortable to be ✨inspired✨ to make anything #but i’ve found a loop hole guys and gays!!!! the loop hole is an au!!!!!!!!!! and u Love to see it <3 #boy oh boy these tags got rambley welp- #anygay i am off to attempt that post now <3 #posting arc

[ramp-it-up]

The Fit and The Feel

Day 13 of #RampItUp1Kinktober

​​Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader (“Penny”)

Summary: You are Chris’s tailor on set. Are you tailor made for him?

1Kinktober Kink: Size Kink

Word Count 4.1K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT! Read at your own risk, pining, innuendo, workplace relationships, size difference, bratty behavior, dirty talk, flirting, size kink, fingering, oral (m/f receiving) pleasurable pain during sex, crying kink, creampie, Daddy kink. Unprotected sex (wrap it up folks!) Not Beta’d. All errors my own. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

A/N: This is for the 13th DAY of #rampitup1Kinktober! TYSM for following me! 🧡

I Do NOT Consent to my work being reposted, translated or presented on any other blog or site other than by myself.

“Um… this is too. Small. Doesn’t fit.”

Chris was standing just inside the door of your trailer with the genital guard in his hand. He was beet red. He looked down and rubbed his hand over his buzz cut head.

“Breathe,” You had to tell yourself as you were about to let out a squeak. Damn, he was cute.

You were the tailor/wardrobe manager on set, and Rita, the head designer, had sent him to you.

Normally, Chris would have his own personal costumer and tailor, but this was a low budget film.

Chris still loved to make those.

You flushed when you saw what was in his hand. This was awkward. You waved at him. Like an idiot.

“Ummm. Hi, Mr. Evans..I’m…”

Chris cut you off.

“I know your name, we met on the first day.” He smiled at you.

“But I haven’t spoken to you again and now I’m here to tell you…”

“…That your cock sock doesn’t fit.”

You both laughed nervously.

Then you went into work mode.

You tried to remain professional as you held the appliance up. It was 10 inches long. You looked back at Chris, trying to mask the expression on your face.

“I’m sorry Mr. Evans, but it’s made of silk for maximum slip because of the scene. The fabric doesn’t have any give. This is the standard size.”

That and the white tailor’s pencils in your braid bun and your reading glasses, you looked cute as fuck to Chris.

He’d admired your skill and your professionalism on set since the first day he saw you. It didn’t hurt that your ass was great, too.

You seemed to be a good person, you got along with everyone, and were sweet and funny. You were a highly skilled colleague, and he needed to be a professional.

But Chris was lowkey checking for you, and you had no idea. You are a tiny little thing, barely 5 feet to his 6, and for some reason that turned him the fuck on. Professionalism aside, he wanted you.

He’d planned on asking for your number after filming was wrapped since it was such a short shoot. 28 days. Looks like he just blew the remaining 14.

“How much more room do you need?”

Chris looked down and rubbed the back of his neck.

“About two inches.”

“Okay.”

You fought to hide a smirk.

“And about two inches in width.”

You coughed to cover a surprised exclamation.

“Really?”

You could not hide it anymore.

Chris looked up to see your face, mouth open. He blushed and smiled a little, eyebrow shooting up.

“You see, it’s the way it hangs…”

Your face was priceless. The smile grew; Chris liked making you uncomfortable.

“You wanna measure me?”

He took a step toward you and reached for the button on his jeans. You held your hand up.

“No need, Mr. Evans.”

You did outright stare at his crotch. Hey, it was your job. You looked back up at him, and bit your lip. Buzz cut, beard, and a big dick. Heaven help you.

“Can I just…?”

You moved toward him, holding out the genital guard toward his crotch.

“Oh. Yes. Sure.”

You held it up in front of the bulge in his jeans, a look of concentration on your face. You were very close to him and looking at his junk. And when you looked back up at him… breathe, damnit.

“I’m sorry, I need to…”

Chris caught your meaning, and straightened up.

“No worries. It’s your job, right?”

You looked back up at the deeper timbre and tone of his voice. That look. Whew.

“Yes. And for me, it’s all about the fit and the feel.”

Chris raised his eyebrow at you as you got down on your knees and pressed the appliance up against his bulge. Chris had to concentrate very hard and not look down at you on your knees in front of him.

But then you asked him a question.

“Is this how it’s normally… situated?”

You pursed your lips instead of biting your bottom one.

Chris looked down and chuckled as you felt him up. His blue eyes were twinkling.

“Are you asking me if this is how it hangs?”

“Well…”

He looked back up and spoke to the air.

“It hangs differently without anything on of course. Do you need…”

“I can extrapolate, thanks.”

You started to get up and Chris offered you his hand. You stared at it for a split second, and then took it. You stood up and noticed that it took a while for him to drop your hand.

You backed up. And he released it.

“So… I’ll fix this and have it back to you…”

You looked up in the air.

“… by lunchtime? I’ll make sure it fits.”

Chris paused at the image. “Cool.”

“Ok. Bye Mr. Evans.”

Chris nodded and turned to leave.

“You should probably call me Chris. Since… you know.”

You laughed. “Right. Bye Chris.”

He left and you shook it off, compartmentalizing to get your work done. You got it done and had a PA deliver it. You were not about to be sidetracked.

Two days later, you were called to the set for wardrobe. Chris was sitting in his chair studying his script. It was the infamous cock sock scene.

“Mr…Chris.”

You remembered his request when those blue eyes regarded you and that eyebrow shot up.

Did he have makeup on? Since when we’re his lips so red, his lashes so long? Fuck. You needed to get your head in the game

“I’m here to check…”

“How it’s hanging?”

“The fit and the feel.”

You grinned at him as he stood up and opened his robe. Chris felt like a flasher as your eyes slid from his face down his body. Damn he was hot.

Your eyes widened as you saw the majesty of what he was working with. You twisted your head to the side

You cleared your throat and remembered to breathe.

“I see what you meant.”

Your eyes flicked up to his and back down again. He was huge and thick and… bent a little bit. That must be an interesting ride.

“Looks good. Does it fit? How does it feel?”

Chris shifted and coughed.

“Good. It feels good.”

“Do you think will stay on? It’s a pretty rough scene.”

“Yeah, I think it will.” Chris was smiling at you. You tried to maintain composure. “You did good work.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at Chris and he smiled back as he re-tied his robe.

“5 minutes everyone! Places!” the AD called out.

You went around and checked in with the other actors about their appliances. This would be one doozy of an orgy scene.

When you were done, Chris motioned to his chair. You noticed how big his hand was. Of course.

“Have a seat. See how your handiwork holds up.”

You smiled and climbed onto his seat, feeling special.

You knew from experience that sex scenes weren’t sexy to film, but you found yourself jealous of he actors working Chris on this one.

You and Chris developed a friendship after that, talking and getting to know each other on set, on the verge of flirting, but not quite. One big thing you learned was that he was a giant goofball.

That didn’t deter you from having erotic dreams about what was under the appliance. The sheer size of it made you thirsty as hell. And now that master cock was attached to a pretty neat person.

You were doomed.

Chris fantasized about having you on your knees again. He jerked off at night to the memory of you looking up at him, but he was friendly and professional on set. He couldn’t wait for production to end.

Two weeks later at the wrap party, you walked into the venue looking fly in a form fitting top and leather skirt that you designed yourself.

Your braids were loose and swinging down to your ass, and you felt electric. You wanted to look good for… yourself.

You sat at the bar and ordered a beer, and turned around to see Chris heading straight for you. You smiled at him and he stopped. Then you frowned.

Chris was bowled over. He forgot to breathe. You looked amazing. He remembered how to walk and continued toward you.

“So. How’s it hanging Evans?”

Chris ordered a beer and rolled his eyes.

“You’ve been waiting 14 days to say that, haven’t you?”

“You know it.”

You laughed and toasted up when his drink came.

Chris checked you out, openly now.

“Did you make this?”

Chris’s finger on the hand that held the bottle traced the seam on your skirt. You shivered as you took another drink.

You perked up, sitting up straighter.

“Yep! Cost just $12.95. Plus tax for the old leather pants at the thrift store.“

You smoothed the top down over your torso and Chris watched appreciatively.

“You had me until you added the tax. Not worth it.”

He laughed, downed his beer and motioned for another.

You hit his arm and laughed too.

“Fuck You!”

He raised his eyebrow at you.

“No but for real. It’s amazing. You’re amazing.”

“Thanks! I love tailoring clothes for my self. The fit is perfect.”

You ran your hands down your skirt to your thighs.

“And the feel is sublime.”

Chris took another drink while his eyes scanned your body.

“I bet it is.”

You and Chris held each other’s gaze until you hopped off the barstool. And you both held your breath.

Late 90’s and 2000’s R&B music had started playing for a whole set according to the dj.

You grabbed his hand and started to try and drag his big, lanky ass. He was resisting, just sitting there like you were a fly on his hand as he lounged and drank his beer. You were pulling with all of your strength but it didn’t phase him.

“Let’s dance!”

Chris finished his second beer and grinned at you, finally getting up and allowing you to pull him to the dance floor.

He started moving and you could tell he was into it. But it just didn’t look good.

“Hold up hold up. Wait wait wait!”

You listened for your favorite part of the song where the artist tells the audience to clap.

“Now clap, Christopher. No. ON BEAT!”

You were rolling laughing at his goofy ass.

“I thought you were a tap dancer? You have to have some rhythm in there somewhere! ”

Chris was leaving in close to hear what you were saying. Very close. His lips were almost on your neck. Then he leaned back.

“I AM a tap dancer.”

“Then tap. I wanna see something.”

He rolled his eyes. “I normally don’t do it in demand, but you’re cute.”

He started tapping to the beat and he was pretty good.

“You’re getting it. See how that feels? Now just stay in rhythm with your legs, but not so much and add your upper body.”

Chris commenced to flailing around. You cracked up. He was a giant dork. And that made you like him even more. You just turned around and started to whine on him, feeling more of what what’s underneath the cock sock.

He could handle that.

“See. We fit together. You feel so good against me.”

Chris in your ear was everything.

30 minutes later you were slow dancing, and looking up into his impossible blue eyes.

Chris leaned down to your ear.

“Everyone is watching us. I feel like we’re sticking out. Let’s go someplace more private. Where we fit in”

It was a cliche, but you went with it.

The cast hotel was not far from the bar, and much nicer that where the crew was put up.

You walked hand in hand with Chris the few blocks and talked about your plans to design your own clothing line. Chris was such a good listener.

You stopped at the hotel entrance.

“You sure you wanna come up?”

Chris was so earnest. And so cute.

You nodded your head and beamed up at him.

“Yeah.”

He grinned back down at you, and then led you into the lobby and straight to the elevator.

You stood on opposite sides and just stared and smiled. You blushed first and then looked down at your feet, concentrating on breathing.

Chris walked over to you and tipped your chin up to give you a sweet first kiss on the lips. You smiled up at him and then jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You weren’t too heavy, it just surprised him and staggered him against the wall of the elevator, as he laughed in between you putting your tongue down his throat.

The elevator doors opened and he didn’t put you down, just carried you down the hallway, hands full of your ass. He propped you against the wall next to a door, kissed you again and then fished his key out of his pocket and opened it.

He finally deposited you on the floor.

“Want something to drink? We can crack the mini bar…or order room service? You hungry?”

“Not for food.”

A sexy smile crept over his face.

“Oh yea? What are you hungry for?”

You just smiled and walked toward him. You grabbed his jeans and unbuttoned them, sliding the zipper down. Chris leaned back against the wall; your forwardness was getting him hard. He’d wanted this for weeks.

“Do you mean I’m finally going to get some after pining for over a month?Jacking off to visions of you left me unfulfilled.”

You raised your eyebrow at him.

“It’s ironic that you haven’t gotten any ass, especially since you just wrapped a film where you played a sex addict.”

That damn brow was up again.

“I say we make up for that. Tonight. And maybe tomorrow. And the next day.”

Chris was a dork, but a charming one.

His smile slipped as you reached inside his pants. Then he grinned again as he saw your wide eyes.

“Before we have the official unveiling, I want to peel you out of that skirt. Been torturing me all night.”

He pushed you ahead of him and motioned for you to walk to the bed portion of his mini suite. Behind you, he was licking his lips at you in the leather.

“Just wanna smell that pussy.”

He leaned forward and smacked your ass. You helped and suddenly you were being handled as Chris fumbled or the zipper on the side of the top. He found it and carefully removed it, and was found licking his lips as you emerged from beneath it.

“You’re so pretty. Your skin, your breasts,”

Chris was tracing your shoulders down to your chest with his fingernails, reaching your nipples and pulling them both at the same time.

He yanked you toward him forcefully by the waistband of your skirt, so much so that you lost your breath. You were made wet instantly by his determination and when you looked up at his jaw clenching as he undid you. You whimpered and looked into his eyes.

“What’s wrong? You scared?”

You shook your head no. Chris’s eyes darkened with lust.

“Well, you should be. I’m going to take you apart and put you back together again.”

“Fuck!” you squeaked as Chris leaned down and devoured your mouth, pulling off your skirt and picking you up with his hands your palming your ass again.

He was licking your nipples with his rough wide tongue and biting your chest as he lay you down on the bed. He took your thighs and pushed them open, thumbs near your cunt.

“I knew you were perfect.”

The hungry look in his eyes was unmistakable as he sank to his knees and pulled your ass so that it was at the edge of the bed. All you could see was his long eyelashes against his cheeks as he looked down on you.

“You’re so tiny.”

He said it to your cunt as he watched it clench and dribble wetness. He laughed a little to himself and then looked at you, blue eyes piercing your soul.

“I don’t know if I will be able to fit in there.”

He licked two fingers and slid them up your folds, starting at the base of your pelvis. You arched your back and moaned as he circled your clit.

“I want you to fucking try. I believe in you, Chris.”

You said it in breathy moans that got him so hard.

He brought his fingers down to your hole, and tried them both. He was right, it was a tight fit. He slowly plunged deeper inside you, eyes rolling back at how snug you were around his fingers.

“Holy fuck… you’re so… fuck... gotta get you ready.”

He leaned down and slowly sucked your clit between his teeth while looking up at you leaning up to see this.

You felt so fucking full just with his fingers. You wanted his cock.

You watched as long as you could, but when he started shaking his head and taking your clit with him, you collapsed back on the bed and rubbed his buzzed head as his beard and lips and tongue made you see stars. This beard burn would be worth it.

“Shit! Chris!”

He pried your thighs from around his ears as you started to cum, holding them wide so you’d have to take what he was doing to you. You creamed on his face when you came, making him open his mouth and lap you up.

“Yes, that’s that shit I like. Gonna need to get you as slick as possible.”

Chris looked down, beard glistening as he concentrated and inserted his fingers again, scissoring them to make you even looser.

“Now that you’ve made me cum all over your face, can I see what we’re working with?”

Chris looked up at you, eyes blue fire, bad boy pout on fleek.

“You don’t have any idea? You know what it feels like, you haven’t imagined how it would look? How it would fit inside you, how you would feel when I’m splitting you in two?”

You were sitting up and leaning back on your hands as you watched Chris stand up and take off his shirt, flex a little bit (your eyes sure did appreciate the muscles, the form, the v-cut, not that you hadn’t before) and then pull his jeans down. You got ready when he put his thumbs in the waistband.

He pulled down his black boxer briefs, and before he could get them down his legs, you grabbed for it, your hot little hands barely able to grasp it. It was so big and so heavy, and you knew it’s imperfections were going to feel like heaven.

Chris smiled down at your inspection, as you smoothed your hands up and down, your thumb circling around the tip. You made him weak and want to take you roughly right now. But he didn’t want to hurt you.

Too much.

You looked up and smiled at him, licking your lips.

“I love mushrooms.”

And you opened your mouth and descended on the tip of his dick, rotating your mouth around and sucking. His knees buckled.

“Fuck. Do that again!”

You’d made Chris out of breath and his voice was doing it for you. You did it a couple more times and then switched places with him on the bed, making him sit down as you kneeled before him and worshiped that cock.

“So fucking huge. You’re right, I don’t know how I’m gonna fit this inside me.”

You gave him an innocent look and tried to take as much of him as you could in your mouth, jacking what you couldn’t fit with the rest of your hand.

“I”m gonna need you to fucking try. I believe in you.”

And Chris put his hands on your head and pressed you down so that his cock slid into your throat and you were gagging around him.

“Ssssss ahhhh, yes. Mouth so fucking good!”

He let you up to breathe and gathered your braids in one hand as you sucked him off some more.

“C’mon! You can take more than that!”

He goaded you on and you took him up on the challenge.

“Looks and feels so fucking good, you’re trying to get me to forget about that fucking pussy, arent you.”

He pulled your hair so that you looked up at him, gasping with saliva running down your chin. You grinned at him.

“No. I haven’t forgotten about it, look…”

You leaned back to show him that you were playing in your pussy.

Chris went feral, leaning down and grabbing you and throwing you back on the bed. You crawled up like a crab back toward the headboard.

“Don’t run from this dick. C’mere.”

He pulled you down toward him by you legs and spread you wide again. He plunged three fingers inside you this time while he jacked his cock. He was stretching you good.

“I should just cum all over you like this. I don’t think you can take it.”

You actually growled.

“No! Give it to me, please!”

Chris leaned down on you, arm on one side of your head while he swiped his bulbous head through your folds.

“You want it?”

“PLEEEESE!”

Chris grunted as you begged and stopped to breach your hole. Just the tip slipping in had you grasping the sheets and whining. He stopped.

“You good?”

Chris was asking as if he would stop, but he didn’t think the momentum could be changed. He was going to fuck you and there was no way out of it. He kissed you ferocuously.

“I will be, when you give it all to me.”

Chris chuckled. “Big talk. Take this big dick.”

And he slid inside you, even with your natural lubrication there was still some difficulty.

Your eyes stuttered close and someone was screaming as you felt a stretch that you never had before. It was you, because it felt like Chris was fucking you with a pole and hell, it hurt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Chris looked back up at you, barely able to keep his eyes open.

“You’re like a fucking vice. Are you good? Does it fit?”

He was having regrets now, because your eyes were wide open, as if in shock.

You finally spoke, in a whispering whimper. You looked like you were about to cry, tears welling in your eyes as you looked up at him. Fuck, it made him even harder. You looked like you wanted him to hurt you.

And you did.

“Hnnnh. Daddy.”

Tears of pain and pleasure rolled down your cheeks. That fucked him up. I’m a good way.

“Fuck me Daddy. Move please.”

“Oh shit. How does it feel?”

Chris fought to hold himself back as he started moving, your cream seeping out around his cock as he pistoned slowly.

“Feels….goood….” you began to whisper in his ear as it began to feel like heaven.

“Feels so… fucking… goooooodddddd. Daddy. Ahhhhh.”

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…”

Chris was groaning in your ear, lost in the joy of your tight pussy.

“You want me to be your Daddy?”

Chris was losing control. And that hadn’t happened in a long time.

“Shit… you ARE my Daddy. I’m… I’m… claiming you.”

“Fuck!”

Chris took your legs in his hands to open them wide as he fucked you fully now, watching you rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. He checked your face. It was fully fucked out and in bliss.

“Fuck me fuck me fuck me Daddy.”

You were in the zone, pussy fluttering at the fullness and sensation. He was the best dick you ever had.

Chris’s hips stuttered.

“I wanna….fuck I don’t want to ever leave this pussy….can I….fuck fuck fuck… can I cum inside?”

Chris’s eyes were pleading with you. He was in the seventh heaven, fucking you harder and faster. You were taking it now like a champ.

“My Daddy can cum inside me anytime he wants.”

“Holy fuccckkkkk”

Chris’s rhythm became erratic and he started to spurt forcefully inside you as you opened your mouth wide, searching for breath.

It felt like he spent ropes and ropes of cum inside you, and then collapsed.

“Mmmmmmmm.”

You liked this feeling. Full of and surrounded by Chris. You wiggled and felt the fullness inside you. You were going to be sore tomorrow.

“Chris! Fuck...I….”

You were panting again as you felt him swell inside you.

Chris shifted around and pulled you up on your knees like a ragdoll. Cum was dripping down his dick and down your legs, but he didn’t care as he pushed back inside you from behind.

“Let’s check the fit and the feel from this angle.”

“Oh Daddy, “ you whimpered as he stretched you out again.

This one got away from me. Hope it’s ok. 😬

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Killer Waltz

Part 5- The Morning After

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Rating: Explicit, 18+ please

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

(Serial Killer!Pedro AU/Fire Meets Gasoline Universe)

Word Count: ~4.4K

Warnings: rpf, language, gun mention, food mention, smut, fingering, choking, unprotected p in v, handjob, let me know if I missed anything [if this is not your cup of tea just scroll past]

A/N: It’s been 4 months, I apologize for the time it took for me to be able to get my head back where I needed for this series. To everyone who has stuck by me, thank you, I hope this chapter gives you all I left you hanging with and more xo

Thank you to @danniburgh​ we talked about this forever ago and it helped me get through this and @purplepascal042​ thank you for looking over this for me 

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You wake up to the sun shining in your face, a weak groan escaping your lips, eyelids too heavy to open. Your body felt sore in a way you hadn’t felt in so long and it made you want to curse the sun for intruding on your sleep. The grogginess in your brain is begging you for more sleep, wondering if you had forgotten to shut your curtains properly. You never let this much light come through. God why is it so bright in here. 

You open your eyes, trying to focus on the room around you, something felt off, the golden light flooding in too bright. It made your eyes hurt and you tried to turn away from it. An arm around your waist prevents you from moving and you freeze for a moment, before your half asleep brain reminds you of where you were. You relax into Pedro’s grip, blinking a few times, vision still sleep blurred, trying to become more alert, a soft yawn escaping your lips. You try turning your head away from the light pouring in through his thin curtains as your eyes adjust to the lighting.

When your eyes adjust, you take in the room. It was large and spacious, the walls were a light grey, everything seemed perfectly in place that you could see from your side of the bed. It made the room feel untouched and clinical, there didn’t seem to be any personal touches to the room, nothing that screamed Pedro to you. Yet at the same time you couldn’t deny the room was just that, like him: cool, reserved, untelling. 

Pedro is snoring lightly behind you, his bare chest pressed against your back,  his body keeping you warm. You usually couldn’t sleep with someone like this, always getting too warm or uncomfortable. Yet you couldn’t deny the ease you felt in his arms, he was the perfect amount of warmth in his cool room.

You carefully turn to face him, his arm around your waist pulling you closer once you’ve settled. He looked so at peace, no furrowed lines, his signature smirk was gone, a loose curl had fallen over his eye that made you want to reach out and push it out of the way. His face was relaxed, younger, you’d even dare to say soft. Something about the sight of him like this warmed your heart, you silently watched him, sleep starting to overcome you again. He didn’t seem to be carrying the stress you had seen the days before and you couldn’t help but wish that he could always look this at ease. You pressed a light kiss to his chest, your eyes closing, smiling to yourself as the memories of the night before replayed in your mind again.

“You look so pretty like that princesa, on your knees for me,” Pedro says behind you, shiver running down your spine, his knees are on both sides of you, bare skin pressed against your back, his hardened length pressed against your lower back and ass, “Another time I’ll have to see you like this facing me.”

Pedro's eyes raked over you hungrily from above, there was something about everything that had happened so far, you falling apart from his gun, the begging and pleads for more, the way your body responded to him. Pedro had never had anyone like this, like you, a perfect mixture of an angel and temptress. Now you sat there patiently waiting for his next move, body still alight from his mouth and gun. 

He had told you to get on your knees for him and face away from him as he undressed, wanting the wait to intensify your ache for him. You had listened so well and it had him burning to take you as his. He wanted to claim you, feel your wet heat around him, but he tamed himself. He needed to be sure, a part of him feeling like this was some vivid dream he would wake up from, not wanting to push you too much at once.

His hands come down on your shoulders, warm, strong. You can’t help but shift, holding back a whimper as your thighs press together, the anticipation building up the desire you were feeling. “Tell me what you want princesa.”

You feel his lips below your ear, mind becoming fuzzy with lust and need. You wanted to feel him, needed to feel him. His soft lips and the scrape of his patchy scruff against your skin has your mind going back to how he felt between your thighs. “I want you,” you breath out, head falling back on his chest, giving him better access to your neck. 

You look up at him, eyes dilated, lips parted and Pedro’s cock twitches at the sight of you, so desperate for him. He lets his fingertips brush up the side of your neck, fingers caressing your chin before his index finger traces your lips, “Suck.”

Pedro fights back a moan as you listen, taking his finger in your mouth, eyes never leaving his as you suck on his finger, swirling your tongue. He feels his restraint faltering again as he adds another finger, “Good girl, we’ll have to put this pretty mouth to use another time.”

He pulls his fingers out, brushing his hand back down your jaw before moving to your neck. He brings his other hand up, both of them wrapping around your neck, thumbs on either side of your cheek, not squeezing, just a reminder to you of who he was, what he could do. He hears your breath hitch as he brushes his hands against the soft skin of your neck, “Are you sure you want this? Tell me exactly what you want, I want to hear you say it.”

He keeps one hand on your neck, the other cupping your jaw in it, index finger tracing your bottom lip with the wetness from your mouth. You knew you should be afraid, he was giving you an out, had given you a reminder. You didn’t feel fear though, not an ounce, you loved the feeling of his hand around your neck, the dark thought knowing he could hurt you but could use it safely, pleasurable. Your body was humming in desire and Pedro could see it, the way your eyes shined, completely enthralled by him. 

Pedro could see the trust you had for him, the desire, it made his heart race, the obedience you showed, the fear you lacked. You knew who he was, the monster he was, yet there you were looking at him with nothing but need, you wanted him, you trusted him and it made that twisted side of him excited, you were so much more than you appeared and he couldn’t wait to take and feel just all the desire you had for him. 

“Pedro stop talking and fuck me,” you pout up at him, before grabbing his face and bringing his lips against yours. The kiss is desperate, tongues clashing, his hand gripping the back of your neck as you pull on his curls. You moan into his mouth, pulling away to look up at him, eyes as dark as his, lips red and puffy, another image Pedro wanted to burn into his mind from how unreal and beautiful you look. “Fuck me...please.”

That’s all Pedro needs to hear, he turns you around pressing you flush against him, lips back on yours, his hand runs down your spine to the curve of your ass as he pulls you close. You both lose yourself into each other, every touch and kiss. You end up on your back Pedro above you, erection pressed against you, you whimper as you grind against him, needing the friction, needing him.

You reach down, taking him in your hands, stroking his length, Pedro’s eyes closing at the feeling of your warm hand around him. He brings a hand up to your mouth, “Suck again princesa, let me prep you.”

You suck on two of his fingers as you stroke him, you could feel his size, had seen it, and you would happily help him prepare you for it. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, pressing a kiss to your lips as both fingers slide into your wetness, preparing you for him. He curls his fingers inside, practically smirking against your lips as you moan, you were wet so fucking wet it and he couldn’t wait to feel you around him.

He watches your head fall back against his sheets, whimpering underneath him.  He feels like he’s going to practically lose it when you run your thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the bead of precum over it before you bring your thumb up to your mouth, letting out a moan as you suck the precum off it. His fingers inside you pause at the sight, you looking at him, glint in your eye as you pull it out with a pop, “Definitely using my mouth next time.”

Something about the way Pedro looks almost dumbfounded by the act makes you feel sexy, confident, as if you’ve made him speechless. The moment is short lived as Pedro pulls you into another bruising kiss, hand grabbing your leg and pulling it around his waist. Your hand moves up to his shoulder, fingers digging into as you feel him line himself up at your entrance.

Pedro runs the head of his cock over your wet folds, imagining just how soft and wet you’ll be around him. “Please,” you plead softly, looking at him in desperation bucking up against him.

He enters you achingly slow, your eyes squeezing shut as he pushes himself in bit by bit. “Fuck,” Pedro breathes out as he feels your soft warmth around him. You were soft, so fucking soft and tight, you clenched around him so good, nothing close to how he imagined, it was better so much better. 

Your nails dig into his back as he fills you, body alight as he claims you. Your moans fill the room as he lets you adjust, small thrusts into your dripping heat. You could see it, him being careful, looking down at you to make sure you were okay, holding back. Soft curses leave his lips as tries to keep his restraint, you needed more, wanted more, just as he did. Your body was heated, need coursing through your veins. “P-Pedro,” you gasp out as he grips your hip, “I’m..fuck...I’m not made out of glass, fuck me..please.”

Pedro lets out a low growl, his restraint leaving again, the grip on your hip tightening. He grabs your hands from his shoulders, pinning them down above your head with his large palm. He felt possessed, a man out to have you completely pleading and begging underneath him.He pulls out of you, a whimper escaping your lips at the loss of contact before he slams back into you. “Fuck,” you cry out at the contact, eyes rolling back. His thrusts are hard, fevered, a man no longer holding back. 

“Is this what you wanted princesa? Wanted to be fucked hard?” his voice is husky in your ear, his tongue warm and wet against your neck as he sucks a mark on it. You moan in response, the pleasure pooling in your stomach. 

His thrusts don’t falter, your legs wrapping around his waist as he kisses down your body. Your heels dig into his back as his mouth finds your nipples, tongue swirling around it, free hand giving your breast a gentle squeeze as he sucks on it, teeth grazing against. Your back arches off the bed. “You like this princesa, like being fucked hard?”

Your mind feels empty, the only thing going through it is the sensation of him hitting that sweet spot inside you with his cock, how full you feel with him so deep within you, the pleasure completely taking over every inch of your body, every cell focused on nothing but the slapping of skin. “Y-Yes, god yes, so good…” you finally manage out.

Pedro moans as his lips find yours again, he can feel you getting close, the way you were tightening around his cock, meeting his every thrust. He watched you, cheeks flushed, head thrown back, your hands grasping onto his that were holding them down, you were completely lost in pleasure, lost in the feeling of him. It was beautiful, enchanting, he wanted to watch you fall apart on his cock. “Good girl, look at you taking me so good,” Pedro cooed.

The praise lights your body on fire more, good girl. The nickname made you quiver underneath him, wanting to hear him say it over and over again. Pedro lets go of your hands, his hand coming around your neck as he places desperate kisses to your mouth, he was getting close, it had been so long and no one felt like this, had ever felt like you. He could see it, feel himself getting lost in it, wanting you like this more than just this one night.

His hand gives your neck a gentle squeeze, just enough to cut off circulation a bit, you whimper into his mouth as he looks down at you in admiration. You could barely keep your eyes open, fingers gripping the sheets, “So beautiful, so fucking beautiful princesa, if only you could see just how beautiful you look with my hand around your throat, taking my cock so good.” His hold around your neck loosens, letting you catch your breath, he wouldn’t push you, he knew the limits on it. He presses a kiss to your forehead, “Cum for me baby, I want to hear you cry out my name.”

His free hand slides down your stomach, you shiver, crying out as you feel him thumbing your clit as he slams into you over and over again. “Pedro fuck!”

Pedro smirks down at you, watching you fall apart, your hand reaches up gripping onto his bicep, head turning to the side as you clench around him. The pleasure seizes you completely. His fingers don’t stop, coaxing every bit of your orgasm out of you. Your mind goes blank, you can only feel, your body is buzzing, alight, you feel light, as if you’re floating.

You tremble around him, Pedro’s thrusts becoming sloppy, “Fuck princesa, I’m not-I’m not going to last..much longer.” His baritone voice is strained, desperate. His hand moves up to caress your cheek, pressing his forehead against yours. “Can you give me one more? I bet you have one more in you”

You nod at him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, moaning as he pulls you up against him, his thrusts hitting you in just the right angle. You kiss him hungrily, fingers running through his hair as he pounds into you. You were still so sensitive and you could already feel him bringing you to that pleasurable edge again. 

“Cum with me, c-can I?” Pedro manages out, nose brushing against yours as he pants. He was close, so close, and he knew he couldn’t hold it longer. You nod, a mumble of having an iud before his name comes out in a soft chant. You tighten around him bringing on his own release. His thrusts slow, your name slipping from his lips as he fills you with his cum. 

Pedro rides out the pleasure, your head on his shoulder as you try to center yourself to the world again. A sheen of sweat covers you both. He lays you down gently as he pulls out of you, “You okay baby?”

You give him a small smile, eyes drooping in exhaustion. “Very okay,” you answer softly. Pedro nods before getting out of the bed. Your hand runs through your hair, catching your breath, heartbeat starting to settle. Pedro returns a damp towel in his hand, you felt a lurch in your heart as he gently wipes between your legs, before tossing it off to the side. You had never had anyone help clean you up, always being left to do it yourself.

His eyes twinkle as they look down at you, “Someone is very wrecked.” He chuckles as he lays next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. 

You giggle, smiling as he presses a kiss to your shoulder, “Definitely kept your word.”

Pedro nuzzles your neck, pressing a kiss to the mark he had left, a smirk playing on his face, “What can I say? I’m a man of my word.”

“I don’t think I can walk,” you admit, your legs felt heavy, shaky. You couldn’t remember a time that any man had left you feeling this thoroughly fucked right after. 

You feel his fingertips tracing down your skin lazily, “Guess you’ll have to stay the night, wouldn’t want you to walk home like this, what would the neighbor’s think.”

You laugh, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck. “Mrs. Butler would throw a party, although I’m not sure how much teaching you did today,” you tease.

Pedro smirks, hitching your leg over him, “Oh princesa, I think I taught you more than one thing about yourself today. Now be a good girl and recover so I can take that pretty little pussy again. If you can handle that.”

“I know I can handle that but I’m not sure about you old man, wouldn’t want to disrupt your sleep,” you tease, watching as he rolls his eyes at you.

“Disrupt my sleep? Says the one that could barely keep her eyes open, now just let this old man hold you,” Pedro growls nipping at your ear, causing you to squeal as you lean into him, closing your eyes and just enjoying the feeling of his arms around you.

Pedro awakes to the spot next to him empty. He curses all the light coming into his room, reminding himself to buy better curtains. He turns to his side, expecting to feel the warmth of your soft body there, instead he’s met with nothing but air. He rubs his eyes, disappointment welling within him that he tries to brush off. 

The sheets where you laid were cold, the only evidence of you being there was your sweet scent that still lingered on the pillow you had laid on. Pedro tried to ignore that side of him that wished you had been there, a beautiful view for him to wake up, the first thing for him to see. His eyebrows furrow when he hears noise downstairs, his immediate reaction is to grab his gun as he curses himself for leaving his phone downstairs.

He pulls his gun off the nightstand, fighting back the image of you pleasuring yourself against it last night. He needed to focus as he grabbed a magazine from his drawer, popping it in place, as he cocks his gun. He grabs his pants from the floor, slipping them on as he makes his way down the stairs.He checks every corner, if someone had broken in he knew he needed to be ready.

It’s not until he’s on the last step that he relaxes, the scent of bacon and something sweet meeting his nose. He lets out the breath he had been holding as he walks into the living room, seeing you closing his fridge before going back to whatever you were doing at his stove. He sets his gun down on the coffee table quietly before making his way into the kitchen.

He feels like the breath gets knocked out of him when he sees you humming to yourself as you flip what looks like a pancake, wearing nothing but his shirt. He knew he was staring, taking in the domestic view in front of him, the way you were doing a little dance as you hummed whatever song was in your head. You looked so at peace, focused, the way you always did when you baked and it made his heart skip a beat seeing it in his own kitchen.

He leans against the counter, taking you in quietly, not wanting to let his presence be known yet. His shirt hung off your shoulder, exposing the mark he had left, it made him want to go up behind you and press a kiss to it. He can’t deny the relief that fills him, the part of him that thought you had left calming.

You place the freshly made pancake on the stack next to you before turning around, hand clutching your chest as you see Pedro standing there. “Holy shit!” you cry out taking a step back, frowning at Pedro’s amused expression. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough, it smells good in here,” he tells you as he wraps an arm around your waist, eyeing the food behind you. You had gone all out: eggs, bacon, the stack of pancakes on a plate, more food than the both of you could probably eat, “Someone went a little out.”

You look down at the ground sheepishly, “I tend to do that...sorry, I guess I’m used to making larger quantities.”

Pedro hooks his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. He feels guilty seeing you look embarrassed. “Hey, I was only teasing, I don’t mind a big breakfast.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips, before looking at the stack of pancakes, an empty plastic container next to the bowl of batter, “Are those...did you make blueberry pancakes?”

“Y-Yes? They looked like they had been there a while..I h-hope you like them, I know yest-”

“I love blueberry pancakes,” Pedro interrupts, smile on his face as he remembers all the times he over indulged himself with them as a kid. He couldn’t remember the last time he had ordered himself any, let alone that he had someone make him some from scratch.

You feel relief spread through you at his words. You smile up at him brightly, something about the grin he had felt contagious. “I’m sorry about yesterday, I’ve...had some things going on since that night. I’m sure those bundts were amazing,” he says sheepishly, the reminder of how he acted coming back to his head.

You kiss his cheek before turning around, “It’s okay, I think you made up for it just a tiny bit.” You wink at him as you open the cabinet that you had seen him grab plates from the day before. Pedro watches the way his shirt rides up, showing the curve of your ass, thinking of how soft your skin felt underneath him,  feeling his cock twitch. He comes up behind you, reaching above you to bring the plates down, setting them on the counter.

 You feel the shiver that runs down your body at his closeness. He wraps an arm around you, lips trailing down your neck. You let out a soft gasp, hands coming down on the counter. “W-We should eat before it gets cold.”

Pedro presses a kiss to the mark on your shoulder, gently cupping your face as he turns you to face him. You see the look in his eyes, feeling the slick between your thighs at the desire shining through them, his thumb tracing your bottom lip, “I think I want to taste you again first.”

Asher knocks on the office door hearing the gruff response to come in. He walks into the room, the large office chair turned faced away from him. He clears his throat, expecting his boss to turn around as he stands in front of his desk. He sees his boss wave him to continue, not turning to face him.

“We got the information on him, the one that has been snooping around the underground,” Asher places the folder in his hand on the desk before stepping back, hands crossed in front of him. “His name is Matt Pierce, anything we could find is in that file.”

“Anything interesting? You’ve had men on him I assume,” his boss responds, the sound of wood being carved the only other noise in the room.

Asher shifts where he stands, knowing he needs to watch is words. His boss carving wood was his way of keeping himself from carving into someone, “The men have a hard time keeping track of him. It seems he’s been trained to avoid being followed anywhere. We mostly find him sitting outside of that bakery on Blossom Lane.”

He hears the pause in carving, taking a step back as he sees the chair swivel around. Asher collects himself as his boss raises an eyebrow at him, “So he sits outside a bakery? That’s all you have for me.”

“W-Well yes, but we think it has to do with the woman that owns it.”

His boss scoffs, eyes narrowed as he stabs the carving knife into his desk, tossing the carved wooden skull on his desk, “You want to tell me that this man that has been snooping around MY underground is just stalking the pretty girl at the bakery?”

Asher flinches at the sound, seeing the cold hard look in the other man’s eyes. “It’s like he’s watching her sir, as if he’s keeping surveillance. We caught him following her home, making a call. We think maybe she knows something, he’s definitely not The Bullseye but we think he’s an informant and that woman might know something. One of our men overheard him telling someone on the phone that she hadn’t said anything yet,” Asher rushes out.

An evil grin comes across his boss’s face, hands clasping together, “Now that my dear boy, you should have started with. Who would have thought that innocent woman might be the key to our take down.”

“Would you like us to keep an eye on her as well?” Asher asks, fear coursing through him when he sees the dark glint in his boss’s eyes.

“No, I have a better idea,” his voice is low, calculating as he rubs his chin. “I want you to call Elliot, tell him his time in exile is over.”

Asher’s eyes widened, opening his mouth to argue, to remind his boss the reason Elliot had been sent away. “Are you going to question my authority?”

“No sir, not at all. I’ll call him right away,” Asher responds, composing himself and bowing before turning to leave. 

“Asher,” his boss calls out. Asher pauses at the door, phone in hand as he turns to meet the wrathful smile on his boss’ face, “Make sure you let him know we have a little treat for him.”

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[nashibirne]

Gimme Shelter - 6

Sorry, it took me a while to write the next chapter but I was kinda busy. I hope you still want to know how things are going and growing between Henry and Kat. If you like this, please reward me with a comment, reblog or like 💜

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Kat Spencer)

Words: ~3.0k

Summary: Henry has to deal with a personal crisis and he finds shelter with his old rugby mate Sam and his sister Kat. She used to be Henry’s best friend a very long time ago. Will they be able to become friends again or maybe even more? Chapter 6: A disruptive factor and The Lonely Hearts Club meets again.

You can find the previous chapters and my other fics on my masterlist!

Warnings: RPF, mention of mental health issues, lots of poetry

Unbeta'ed. English isn't my first language. Mistakes ahead and they're all mine.

Disclaimer: I don’t know the real Henry Cavill or anyone who's related to him in any way, this is pure fiction and nothing more

Credits: Pics for the moodboard from Pinterest. Face claims: Kat = Jennifer Connelly

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So, enough of the small print...here we go:

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As much as Kat enjoyed her time with Henry and the feelings that blossomed between them there was this one disruptive factor called Mel.

When they were sitting on that rock the other day, almost kissing, when they were pouring their hearts out afterwards, it all felt so real, so possible, so tangible but whenever she saw Hen talk to Mel her heart sank and doubt started to nag at her hope. And he not only talked to Mel, he went to her place several times and so Kat went to London for contract negotiations with a publishing house with mixed feelings. 

She wanted to trust Henry who always laughed it off, when Kat asked him about Mel, saying they were just having a neighbourly chat, but she also wasn't willing to be heading for the rocks blindly. She wasn't able to ignore the existence of Mel and the connection between her and the man Kat had fallen for again. 

She missed Henry terribly when she was away though. Five days without him made her realize how close they had grown and how much she enjoyed being around him. Five lonely nights in a hotel bed increased her doubts and her worries, her jealousy and her insecurities. She couldn't stop her mind from creating worst case scenarios of Hen being with Mel. Of Mel seducing him, of Henry having sex with her, falling for the attractive, charming blonde who knew how to enchant a man. She imagined how he got trapped by this woman who'd never tried to hide that she was looking for a new husband, a new provider, after the last one had the audacity to die and leave her with a big, beautiful mansion but not with the amount of money Mel had hoped for. And in all these scenarios Kat was the one who was left behind with a broken heart. Again. 

When she returned to St. Ives on Saturday afternoon she found Lydia working in the garden and Sam in the kitchen, baking bread. Her brother hugged her, leaving handprints of flour on her black shirt.

"How was London?" 

Kat plopped down on a chair with a sigh. "Successful but exhausting. I can't believe that I actually liked living there. The traffic is horrible and all those people and the noise…"

"Good thing you're back in our beautiful, little sanctuary then. We've missed you. Even Darcy came looking for you every day." Sam shoved the loaf of bread he'd just moulded into the oven before he washed his hands and sat down at the table across from his younger sister.

"Really?" An amused smile played on Kat's lips. "And I thought Henry and Kal are all he cares about recently. How's Hen by the way? On the phone he said he's fine?"

"He is, I guess. No more panic attacks as far as I know. He's been in a pretty good mood all week, busy and full of energy."

Sam poured himself a glass of water and offered one to Kat too but she declined with a shake of her head.

"Where is he anyway?"

"At Mel's." 

Kat's expression changed from curious to annoyed in an instant. "Again? What's he doing there?"

"Having a coffee and a chat, I guess," Sam shrugged. "I don't know the details."

Kat rolled her eyes. "Of course not."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"Then why do you say it?"

Kat looked at Sam with a frown. "Nevermind."

"No, come on. Spill it. Are you implying I know something I won't tell you?" Sam got a little cross now.

"I'm not implying anything. I just don't understand why he spends so much time at her place and I can hardly believe your old rugby mate hasn't told you." She crossed her arms and gave her brother an expectant look.

"He told me what I've just told you. What do you think they're doing? Having a secret affair?" He let out a snort, laughing just at the thought of Hen and Mel but when he saw the frown on Kat's face it dawned on him. "Wait? That's what you're thinking? That something's going on between them? You're jealous?"

"Does that sound so far-fetched? She tries to dig her nails into every man who seems to be good husband material. She tried it with you and you don't need a crystal ball to know that she's for sure trying it with Hen too. And for the record...I'm worried about him, not jealous." Kat was all worked up now and Sam could easily tell that he'd hit a sore point.

"Henry is not an idiot, Kat. From my own experience I can tell you that Mel is anything but an enigma. I could tell what she's looking for after our first and only date and a man like Hen, who has to deal with gold diggers all the time, will see right through her without problems. There's no need to worry. And no need to be jealous." He grinned at her and Kat made a face. "Did you even listen to me? I've just told you that…"

"That you're not jealous. Yeah...yackety-yack. I know you, sis. You're in love with him. Don't try to deny it." Kat sighed and surrendered with a resigned smile. "Fuck, yeah and I feel like I'm sixteen again, Sammy. Confused and clueless. What is it about him that makes me feel like that? Why does it have to be so damn complicated?"

"It's not complicated. Trust him and listen to your heart."

"It's not that easy."

"No, obviously it's not. So maybe you should just ask him about Mel and work on your trust issues."

"It's not like I haven't asked him about her before. But I guess you're right. I'm gonna try again and talk to him tonight." She gave her brother a nod.

"At the meeting of The Lonely Hearts Club?" Sam winked at her with a grin that made Kat chuckle.

"He's told you about it?"

"Yeah. He's talked about it all week. Running around with piles of books, volumes of poems as far as I could see. Copying entire pages by hand into a notebook. To be honest, I think it's the reason for his good mood."

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Maybe, Kat thought, or maybe he just enjoys fooling around with Mel.

When Kat climbed up the rope ladder a few hours later she had managed successfully to avoid Henry up to this point. She had spent the rest of the day in her room, brooding over Sam's words, about Henry and Mel for the umpteenth time and about the club meeting of course. She was close to chickening out but she decided to get her shit together and to enjoy the time with Henry on their little stroll down memory lane. And maybe, just maybe, she would even find the courage to ask him about Mel.

"Kat!" Henry flashed her one of those billion dollar smiles when she entered the tree house. "There you are." He hugged her and gave her a look full of relief. "I haven't seen you all afternoon. I was a little worried you'd stand me up." 

"Neighbourly duties?" Kat asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

She gave him a smile and shrugged. "Well, you were not around when I came back…"

"Yeah...I was busy." He grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. 

"Huh?"

"Sam said you went to visit Mel."

"Ah, yes. Yes, I did. You know we have a little chat every once in a while. She's...nice."

"How lovely."

"The room looks great, Hen." 

The awkward silence that fell over the room made them both uncomfortable. The unexpected tension left Henry in a state of insecurity. He'd hoped for an easy time with Kat, some intimate moments to share but the start of the night wasn't very promising. He cleared his throat before giving Kat a goofy smile.

"Shall we begin? I've prepared a little something. A few poems and...yeah." He shrugged helplessly and to his big relief Kat nodded with a smile. "Of course."

It was only then that Kat realized that Henry had decorated the treehouse with loving care. Blankets and cushions on the floor and candles in the corner of the room created a very warm and cozy atmosphere and a huge pile of books showed her that Henry was very well prepared for the first meeting of the Lonely Hearts Club since 1999. 

"Thanks, kitty. Let's sit." He plopped down beside the books, his long legs stretched out and Kat sat down cross-legged next to him, placing a little bluetooth speaker on the floor. "Prepare for some 90s flashback. I picked all the cheesy love songs we listened to non-stop." She started the playlist and soft music filled the air. Henry smiled at her and took a deep breath before he started to speak solemnly in his best statesman's voice.

The way he looked at her took her breath away for a moment, his gaze intense and pleading, he seemed so vulnerable it made her heart miss a beat. She wanted to kiss the insecurity and sadness that crossed his handsome face away but her own doubts made her fight the need to be close to him. Instead she took the notebook he handed her over and opened it. She stared at the name of the poem that was written down in Henry's neat handwriting on the first page. 

"I hereby declare the meeting of The Lonely Hearts Club open. Present are the founding members Katherine Elisabeth Spencer and Henry William Cavill."

Kat couldn't help but chuckle. He was such a dork.

"Would you do me the honor of reciting the first poem, dear kitty?" 

She knew it all too well and yet she'd almost forgotten it existed. Forgotten or repressed, it didn't really matter, she still knew it by heart, since it was the very poem she had read countless times after Henry had broken her heart. The fact that he knew it too, that he'd chosen these verse to be read out loud made her wonder if it was as familiar to him as it was to her. She cleared her throat, closed the book and her eyes and started to recite.

"When we two parted by George Gordon Byron."

She paused and took another deep breath.

"When we two parted

In silence and tears,

Half broken-hearted

To sever for years,

Pale grew thy cheek and cold

Colder thy kiss;

Truly that hour foretold

Sorrow to this."

Kat flinched slightly when she felt Henry's warm hand in hers. She looked at him and she wasn't surprised when he continued, his voice warm and soothing like thick, golden honey.

"The dew of the morning

Sunk chill on my brow—

It felt like the warning

Of what I feel now.

Thy vows are all broken,

And light is thy fame:

I hear thy name spoken,

And share in its shame."

The game was the same it used to be back in the days at Stowe. They took turns to read the stanza. The only difference was that they were holding hands now. Kat spoke the next words with a steady voice although on the inside she was trembling.

"They name thee before me,

A knell to mine ear;

A shudder comes o'er me—

Why wert thou so dear?

They know not I knew thee,

Who knew thee too well:

Long, long shall I rue thee,

Too deeply to tell."

She smiled at Henry, sensing that he needed her reinsurance for the last paragraph. He returned the smile and went on. 

"In secret we met—

In silence I grieve,

That thy heart could forget,

Thy spirit deceive.

If I should meet thee

After long years,

How should I greet thee?

With silence and tears."

They sat in silence for several minutes, comfortable silence this time, the quiet connecting them in a way words never could.

"I've got another one you might like." Henry said softly after a while. He reluctantly let go of her hand, took the notebook and searched through the pages. "Here it is."

"Bring it on." Kat smiled at him, hardly able to hide the loving feelings that spread inside her chest and her belly. Henry nodded and began.

"My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;

So is it now I am a man;

So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man;

And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety."

"That's beautiful, pop." Kat blushed under Henry's smirk when he heard the nickname slip from her lips. "William Wordsworth?" she guessed.

"Yes. I'd never heard of it before, but Mel showed it to me the other day."

Kat's smile faded like a shadow in the dark.

"Oh really, did she? So that's what you're doing when you meet? You read poems to each other?" Her voice had chilled in an instant, her body language switched from open hearted to closed off. Henry was confused by the sudden change of tone.

"Yes, she told me about it when I mentioned that I was looking for romantic poems by british poets. And no, that's not what we usually do."

"And what do you do? Usually?" 

"Nothing special, as I've told you before. And honestly, Kat..it's none of your business anyway."

That felt like a slap in the face to her.

"Right...yeah...you're absolutely right. It's none of my business what you do or who you're fooling around with." Kat got up, tapping off non-existing dirt from her jeans with determined motions that showed how touched and churned up she was.

"Fooling around?" Henry got up too in a hurry, knocking his head on a branch that was part of the treehouse's roof. He cursed before he turned to Kat again. "You can't be serious. You don't really think I f...that I sleep with Mel, do you?"

"I don't know what to think, Henry. You spend so much time with her lately…"

"And I've told you it's harmless and I just visit our neighbour from time to time." He tried to take her hand but Kat took a step back, turning around to stare out of the window with a deep sigh.

"You still don't trust me." His voice was sad now and there was a note of disappointment too. 

"I really want to, Henry. But it's so hard…" Her shoulders were trembling and her soft sobs told him she was crying. He hugged her gently from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I know, kitty. And I know that I'm the one to blame for this dilemma. But you have to believe me. There's nothing between me and Mel. I don't fuck her and I'm not interested in her. I only care about you. Okay?" The last words were nothing more than a whisper in her ear, a light breeze of tones that made her want to believe him. She nodded, leaning into his embrace but she wasn't able to give him a proper answer. The truth was she had no answer. She knew she loved him but what she didn't know was if she was going to allow herself to act accordingly. 

"Listen, Kat. This might not be the right time nor place to do this, but I need to ask you something. I'm going to Jersey next week for my mum's 70s birthday and I wonder if you'd want to come with me?"

Kat turned around in his arms abruptly, taken by surprise by his question. He didn't let go of her waist and so she found herself closer than ever to him, his gorgeous face right in front of her. "You want me to go to Jersey with you?" He nodded. "As my plus one. Yes." She freed herself carefully from his embrace. "But…"

"Let me explain." Henry took a step back to give her some space. "My mum invited me months ago and I accepted...of course...but to be honest, I've dreaded that family gathering since day one. All eyes will be on me, everyone's gonna try to wrap me up in cotton wool, walking on eggshells around me, wondering if I'm okay." He sighed and shrugged. "Don't get me wrong. I'm beyond grateful to have a family that is worried about me, loving people who care, but it also stresses me out. Having you by my side would be very helpful and besides that, I would hate to be separated from you again. Those five days last week were long enough, Kat and don't even make me start with the 22 years prior. You have no idea how much I missed you." He gave her a sheepish smile and she couldn't help but return it. "I missed you too, Hen. But I'm really not sure if this is a good idea. Your parents hardly know me."

"Don't be silly. They remember you very well. You spent Christmas 1998 with us. Please don't say you forgot about that...my parents invited you after I spent the summer with your family here in St. Ives."

"Of course I remember that. It was the most lively and jolly Christmas of my childhood. All those people at your parents house, the chatter and singing and goofing about, it was such a stark contrast to Christmas with my family."

"See...you can have that again. A crowded, noisy place, loads of laughter, alcohol, fun and food. When I asked my mum if it's okay to invite you she was so excited, Kat. She'd love to see you again and so would my dad and my brothers. And I'm sure you're gonna like my sisters-in-law and all my nephews and nieces." Kat smiled.

"That sounds good."

"So you're in?"

"I don't know. Where would we stay? At your parent's?"

"No. I always stay at a small cottage near the beach when I visit them. I bought it a few years ago."

Kat started to chew on her lower lip.

"Two bedrooms." Henry added with a wink before making the next try to take her hands. This time she didn't pull back. "Please say yes, Kat. Let's spend some time together. We can stay there for a week or so. When the whole Cavill bunch leaves after the celebration, it will only be you and me and lots of time to...to bond again. So what do you say?"

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#henry cavill #cavillry #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill rpf #henry cavill slow burn #slow burn

[thedamageofherdays]

This is my first weekly reading log. I've been reading some incredibly lovely fics so I figured why not share that excitement with others :) Just a little warning that most of the fics this week are explicit. My favourites are marked with 🌻

🌻 SPELEVINK by Ginny_Potter @hipsterdiva [Stucky, 9k, General]

Bucky’s back. He’s leaving me messages through IKEA plushies, Steve texts Sam. jesus christ, rogers, Sam texts back.

Or, Bucky lives in an IKEA Tiny Apartment, Steve is a dancing monkey once again, and somehow they find their way back to each other.

🌻 I Want To Teach You A Lesson In The Worst Kind Of Way by fandomfluffandfuck @fandomfluffandfuck [Stucky, 61k, Explicit]

Bucky is not an arts major, not even close. He's getting his master's in Biotechnology with dreams of going into the sort of half related medical field of biotechnology prosthetics, inspired by a childhood pet, a three legged cat called Alpine. However, the schooling system (one that normally he doesn't mind too much because he's that much of a nerd) demands that he take a variety of classes; even if they don't pertain towards his immediate interests. An art elective is one of those required unrelated classes. He's not interested.

Not yet anyway; whether he likes it or not he might end up discovering an interest in art. Or. At least an interest in the professor teaching the art credit fulfilling class as it pertains to his... non-school related interests...

i got it bad for you by howdoyousleep @howdoyousleep3 [Evanstan RPF, 4k, Explicit]

“Yeah? Older?”

“Yeah yeah, just…I don’t know, the beard? This fucking hair? Just…I don’t know— older,” he manages to chuckle nervously, gasping into Chris’ mouth when their squirming leads their dicks into lining up beautifully. Seb aches, yearns, mouth watering as he mewls, both hands in Chris’ hair as he licks into Sebastian’s mouth.

And then Chris pulls back, breathes hot on Sebastian’s cheek, his bottom lip, croons, “Like your Daddy?”

bet i look nice on you by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 1k, Explicit]

“C’mon, you said you wanted to feel, said you were up for a challenge,” Steve taunts lowly, peering up at Bucky from where he sits. “Daddy, want it. Daddy, wanna feel you for days,” he tacks on in a nasally exaggerated voice, one used with the full intention on making Bucky embarrassed, uncomfortable.

It works.

Aut Cum Scuto, Aut In Scuto by humapuma [Stucky, 33k, Explicit]

Bucky never thought he would find his Omega at just twenty-years-old. Mates usually found each other around twenty-two or twenty-three, so he was overjoyed to learn that their bond was so strong, they were drawn to one another early. Until Bucky's family attorney informed him that his Omega - Steve - was not only a long-time activist and a successful nurse, he was actually thirty-six.

Steve never thought he would find his Alpha. It had been more than ten years since they were supposed to come together, and he had long-since given up waiting. So, when a kid slammed into him on the street and tried to claim him, Steve was more than a little surprised.

Can these two overcome their differences, presumptions, and their pasts to find one another on the other side?

I didn't want the scars to show by Bittersweet_In_Boston [Stucky, 8k, Mature]

“This is Steve, one of my...co-workers,” Barton says teasingly. “Steve, this is James Barnes, the tattoo artist I was telling you about.”

Steve has heretofore been dumbstruck as he looks at James Barnes, because he is the most beautiful human Steve’s ever met, with the possible exception of Peggy 70 years ago. His long dark hair is pulled into a messy bun at the back of his head, and it frames the face of an angel, with a long-aquiline nose, a wide sensitive mouth, cheekbones to cry over, and a jawline that could kill at twenty paces, covered with a light layer of stubble.

And most importantly, large grey-blue eyes that light up and scan over Steve as Barnes shakes his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Steve,” he says in his husky voice, and this is where Steve has to remind himself how to be a functioning human being in a society.

“Good to meet you too, James,” Steve says, his voice only cracking a little. James’ hand is warm and strong and dry, and Steve could happily hold it forever. He does let go after a few seconds like a normal person, however.

“Bucky. Call me Bucky,” says James. “Everyone does.”

“OK...Bucky,” Steve says, and this time his voice behaves.

🌻 grassroots by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 11k, Explicit]

Bucky has been waiting for a moment like this.

Under the guise of a work trip, he joins Senator Rogers in New York City for his good friend Sam Wilson’s campaign fundraiser for Governor of New York. All that consumes Bucky’s mind at first is Steve’s insistence on sharing a room, a bed, so much so that he is caught entirely off guard by something much less conspicuous—one Steve Rogers back in Brooklyn.

In just two days Bucky learns more about Steve than he could have ever anticipated, and although it’s only forty-eight hours, it begins to shift their relationship, blind to the two of them. From stories about his mama to where to get the best pizza in the borough, Steve shares a side of himself with Bucky that few have ever been able to see before…

🌻 I Can't Do Everything (But I'll Do Anything For You) by Musette22 (with art from rufferto) @musette22 [Stucky, 24k, Explicit]

Steve Rogers cares about a lot of things, but dating isn’t one of them – much to his fellow Avengers’ bemusement. It’s just never been very high on his list of priorities, falling somewhere behind his work, his friends, his hobbies, and that excellent pepperoni pizza from Vinnie’s on Flatbush Ave.

That is until one night, Natasha drags Steve out to a charity music concert by some hotshot singer that Steve has never actually heard of (which would surprise exactly no one, seeing as Steve is still partial to his records and his radio plays). And as soon as Steve lays eyes on Grammy-award winning musician and international heartthrob James Barnes for the very first time, suddenly he wonders if maybe dating wouldn’t be so bad after all. Dating James Barnes, specifically, that is. The question is just: how does one go about that? Especially one like Steve, who’s never wooed anybody in his century-long life, let alone a man. Let alone a man with long, dark hair, tattoos all over his arms, and a fanbase that rivals Steve’s own.

It’s not like he can just go up to him and say something like, "You and me babe, how about it?"

#stucky #evanstan #fic rec #fic recs #reading log #r's reading log #my reading log

[cnowy]

RANT. (It’s a long one, sorry, I’m a bit of a rambler. Also happy to be proven wrong if that’s the case or to discuss what u think about it. My opinion is not a fact and opinions are never facts)

RPF is peculiar thing in todays fandoms. All the fighting and bickering who’s right or has “the real scoop” about personal lives makes me livid. And I mean those ppl who bring that kind of shit to Twitter or Instagram tagging the actors in question/commenting on their posts. It’s basically harassment. Tumblr, as a social media platform, where fans can interact with each other without directly attacking the actors, is different tho. Here we can safely speculate, share fun theories, video clips and be crazy about it all we want.

My two cents on J2 and Cockles truthing.

Do I ship J2? – No, there’s just no romantic/sexual chemistry between them (I don’t get that vibe). Jared is the straightest man out there and Jensen can only tolerate him at cons or other PR events. (see, I can say this and not attack others, cause IT’S MY OPINION)

Do I ship Cockles? Yes and no. Would consider myself somewhere in the middle when shipping Misha and Jensen. I’m rather fond of their close friendship. Is there anything more to it? Maybe… who knows. There are signs saying perhaps that was the case some time ago. Others believe in polyamory theory while being respectful to their wives. Could they still be together? again, WHO KNOWS? As fans, we can discuss this and not directly shove those speculations in actor’s faces.

A bit of a tangent on shipping real ppl from other fandoms, but it will make sense in the end (I think)

I was never a big 1D fan (knew few popular songs and basic info about them as individuals). Only found out about Larry ship being a thing through my ex who adored the band, especially Harry. We talked for quite awhile and she mentioned how there were less and less public interaction between Harry and Louis. Fans kept annoyingly pushing this narrative about them being together over and over on their social media accounts, so they stopped posting all together. Every single little interaction with each other were seen as codes or subliminal messages that they “are secretly together”. They were basically harassed and bullied over it. It’s crazy if u ask me. Even if it’s true or not ppl have no right to make other to come out.

Another example great example of fans sometimes taking it too far is Septiplier (Markiplier and Jacksepticeye). Knew of Jack and enjoyed his content back in good ol’ Youtube days. I was unfamiliar with this ship until recently. Jack was a guest few years back on a podcast and was asked about this shipping phenomenon. What made me listen up was his view of it. Bromance is fun and the fanart was spectacular according to him. However he was uncomfortable when the insistent shoving reached harassment territory. Jack mentions starting to become more and more weary of any platonic interactions between him and Mark. Cause every time fans would just say “see!, they are definitely fucking each other when so and so hugs one another or looks for more than 2 seconds”. Every public exchange were under scrutiny. So, I’ll ask, how would you feel if someone watched your friendship that closely and made invasive comments about it? Not good, right?

Misha once talked about this too. Cockles ship specifically. Not every single sentence they shutter to each other or joke online is code for “we secretly fuck”. Men, women and every other gender under the sun can be just friends. It’s that simple.

So stop. If you go and harass the actors about real people shipping (or celebrities in general) on their social media – fuck u. Do you want to chase off your idols of social media? I don’t. They give us content, so we can continue speculate more in this safe lil’ corner of Tumblr. If u fight with others – sit down, and take a breather. Attacking various opinions (and mind u, those opinions are speculative at best) is not a way to go. Constructive discussion while being civil IS A WAY TO GO.

And lastly why why why ppl get so offended over opinions as if they’re being attacked personally? Does your (not u specifically, but to those few who take it to another level entirely) whole personality revolve around a ship? All I’m saying it’s not worth of a hill to die on.

Mic’s out.

#cockles #real person shipping #spn family #other fandoms used as an example #misha collins #jensen ackles #j*red p*dalecki #rant post #my opinion only

[littlewetbeast]

hey rosa :) hope it's okay if i ask this. i'm kind of new to cockles things so i've been doing some "research" lol. i'm kind of asking around the fandom for opinions. do you actually think it's real? what convinced you? thanks and hope you are doing ok!

hey anon!! of course it is!! you’re welcome to send me as many asks as you’d like. putting this under a readmore because it got kinda long.

so - this is kind of awkward i guess, but i’ll get right into it. i have always steered clear of any form of rpf and tinhatting. this stuff is still... a little bit weird to me. the whole “i don’t do rpf but why are jensen and misha like That” is a running joke in the cockles fandom for a reason and i’m 100% part of that crowd. this is the only instance i have engaged in this type of fandom content. i don’t even really “ship” them, i just enjoy gifs, videos and some fandom discussion, i guess? not saying this gives me some moral high ground, i just want to give some perspective. i only very, very recently started watching cons and like. i guess i just never realised how insanely well they got along? the energy is just off the charts. i figured they were like this with everyone but it was quickly clear that this was a Them thing, which is - kind of sweet. i’d kind of scoffed before at people suggesting jensen had a crush on misha but i thought it was embarrassingly obvious after watching their interactions.  what i will say, from my own pov, is that even if certain suspicions are correct -  that jensen and misha ARE indeed in an open, loving, poly relationship - it is very unlikely they will ever publicly confirm this. THAT, to me, would be needed to confirm that it’s “real”. and that’s never going to happen, because #society. so i always try to keep myself grounded in that i am kind of making some observations about some celebrities and trying to consume what they give us in a respectful way, and just enjoying seeing how lovely they are with one another. so i will say - rather than arguing whether it is “real” or not - that i instead consider that there are things they have done/things i’ve seen which simply make more sense if they are in a relationship. it doesn’t really bother me if i’m mistaken, because they’re still providing me with some sweet, sweet serotonin in these difficult times. win/win either way. THAT SAID... i’ll tell you what i struggle to find bff-only explanations for.

i’ll just start off by sending you some stuff in case you want to look it up. i think a good place to start is @livebloggingmydescentintomadness‘s cockles manifesto here. NOW... i will say there is a lot of evidence (in my opinion) such as the ‘near kisses’, clothes swapping, performative flirting, etc. that i felt maaaaybe could suggest something, but it didn’t convince me. if you’re insane, you can browse the j2 tinhatting theories and compare - a lot of friendly behaviour jensen does is something he does with his close friends in general. so it often felt too circumstantial and could be explained away. so i’ll start with that, so you know where i am at.

the thing that made me really raise my eyebrows the first time was, after watching misha and jensen interact like They Do, seeing how jared reacted to them. he loves innuendo and does the gay chicken/fratboy gay humour all the time. but there are numerous cases where his face is SO exasperated when jensen openly gushes about misha and where he makes slight jabs at jensen regarding misha. the first time i saw it i was like - oh, that’s how i tease my friends in a relationship. okay.

one thing that stands out to me is his look of contained panic at someone mentioning photos jensen has of misha and asking to ‘release them’, and then the VISIBLE ‘oh thank fuck’ when they clarify. LIKE WHAT. WHY. why is he reacting like this if they’re just?? you know?

if you watch jibcon 2019, after the straddlegate incident, he WILL NOT stop making gay jokes towards misha and jensen - to the point where they get extremely uncomfortable, i have some Feelings about this that i may elaborate on later. like. he just will not stop. it just goes waaay beyond his typical fratboy gay jokes.

there are other things too, to be honest, but i think eventually it just became the sum of a lot of things. the fact that jensen and misha have extremely explicit queer inside jokes? that jensen got a boner from being straddled by him? i mean. sigh. it’s either bi4bi best friends with-intimate-knowledge-of-each-other’s-sex-lives OR it’s. you know. something more than that.

those are probably the things that have swayed me the most. there are a lot of other things that added to this, and if you slide some cockles goggles on you start to see a lot of behaviour that make you go, ‘huh, if they are in a relationship it sure would explain [this] and [this] and [this]’. that’s all i’ll say.

#sorry this got soooooo long #rosa answers #cockles ask #jenmish #cockles #gunshots

[aconstantstateofbladerunner]

Read the notes on Moonpaw's Archive post with the “But Ao3 has fics with–”, and the responses made me shake my head so dang hard. I'm sure you as a writer who publishes their content on Archive as well you've also gotten the "It's a bad site" asks?

This is way longer than I meant it to be so I apologize in advance.

I got like one comment like a year ago when I said I wouldn’t cross post any of my stuff to wattpad, which for the record i think is a way worse site it terms of design and culture.  It’s completely reasonable to be uncomfortable with underaged RPF.  I’ve got a whole fic in the works exploring how fucked up it can be.  But that doesn’t then mean other authors should leave the site, or readers trying to pressure them into doing so.  The fact of the matter is that AO3 is the best fanfiction site available right now.  The design is straightforward and easy to navigate; it’s a nonprofit so there’s no adds, no data collection, and it takes optional donations instead of being a payed service.  Not to mention the god-tier tagging and filtering system.  I get to live almost exclusively in the Dad Might tag and block out all a/b/o stuff and just generally have a great time in the only corner of the fandom I actually care about.  That shit didn’t win a Hugo award for nothing.

Like I said before, wattpad is terribly designed with basically no filters and has a clout-based culture of trend chasing and tag scumming, both of which fold in on one another and make it difficult to find any fic not in the top 10.  Also, it’s a payed service where several features are locked behind a paywall.

Fanfiction.net has more search and filter options, but is incredibly restrictive, bad at enforcing its own rules, and not transparent about its running in the slightest.  I’m not sure if this is still going on, but fics would just randomly disappear without explanation to the readers or author, sometimes to fics that didn’t even violate the rules but just got a lot of negative attention.  And back when the site first started doing major purges of questionable content, it was the people being most responsible and leaving clear, explicit warnings about their content who got hit the most.  Leaving the assholes who didn’t care about content warnings to kept doing whatever.

I’ve been doing some personal research about fanfiction in the from AO3 era, and I really do not want to go back to that.  Every fandom had dozens of individual fanfic hosting forums, all of which had petty beefs with one another and drama was everywhere.  Infighting was constant.  Reposting was rampant.    Different forums had different requirements for being allowed to even see what was on them.  Just getting your fic seen was a challenge if you weren’t licking some moderator’s boot.  I joined fandom only just after this era came to a close, but there was just enough scorched earth left to make me know this wasn’t the better alternative.

It’s okay to not like some content on AO3.  Heck it’s okay to find that content morally reprehensible.  I know I do.  But I have it blocked.  People can’t expect authors to jump ship to an alternative that isn’t there because questionable content exists in the same place.  AO3 is a platform, and it’s the best one we have.  And I don’t see the people who complain about it leaving twitter and tumblr, even though that exact same content they complain about is there too.

#ao3