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strawberrystepmom · 7 months

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a trick, a treat, a few tweaks later and i am proud to present...demon ichigo kurosaki for @weird-dere! happy halloween and thank you for participating!

contains: NSFW, MDNI. demon!ichigo x afab!reader. ichigo is issekai'ed thanks to a ritual reader performs. vaginal fingering, foreplay. light pleasure dom ichigo dynamic.

You’ve always been a person who follows the rules. From your first steps, your first day of school, and what has lied beyond it you’ve taken the path encouraged, the one straight and narrow and full of the sweetness of what life has to offer rather than the darkness that looms lest you venture into an alley. Everyone knows alleys contain the darkest parts of life, the little pockets where depravity can cower and grow, but even a rule follower has to venture off of their path every now and then.

At least that’s your reasoning as you lean over your phone, one eye squinting to see if you can perfectly replicate the markings drawn on the screen in front of you. The squeak of dry erase marker fills your small bathroom as you draw on the mirror, angles and swirls you don’t recognize coming into what the video is calling a summoning circle.

How you ended up here isn’t a funny story or one you feel like contemplating, boredom is the only good answer, and you cock your head to the side and pause the video to examine your handiwork again. Reaching toward the mirror, you wipe away a smudged corner with your thumb and smile at the sight.

It’s perfect, just as you’ve been your whole life, and you’re impressed at how easy it has been so far for you to pull this off. Your first foray off that golden path, the one gleaming and lined with pretty trees and shrubs, into the darkness you’ve always been warned about.

All you can do now is hope that it’s successful as you light a match, holding it to the wick of the candles in front of you. Blowing it out, you place the match down on the counter next to you and flick the lights off, reciting the incantation written in the comments of the video you still have pulled up.

“Darkness is my friend and I shall mold it to my whims,” you chant, eyes watching the seal on the mirror shimmer as it infuses with magic. “Darkness shall embrace me with its arms, sheltering me from all that can harm.”

You aren’t certain what the incantation means lest where it came from, but the glimmer happening before your widened eyes tells you that this one is a success. Giggling, you blow out the candles and listen for what is coming next if the comments on the now darkened screen that sits on your counter are further proven correct.

A loud bump coming from the other side of your bathroom door, the sound of something hitting the ground and a man’s voice you don’t recognize.

“What the fu-,” the voice cuts itself off as you swing open the bathroom door, the dim flickering of candlelight behind you casting your silhouette in a glow that Ichigo immediately finds himself drawn to. The demon sorts himself out, rising from sitting cross legged on your floor, and folds his arms over his chest.

You aren’t someone that would regularly intimidate the entity standing before you, especially given his impressive stature and physical status - broad chested, big armed, taller than you by a head - but he feels…intrigued by you. As if he stumbled upon someone too pure and perfect for him to even be around. The opposite of him in every way.

Eyes roving over his form, you offer a polite smile and admire the red hair atop his head. This experiment has ended up better than you could’ve imagined and you offer your hand out to the demon.

“I know this is probably really weird for you but hi,” you grin and give him your name, teeth gleaming beautifully even in the low light of your bedroom. He’s enchanted, of course, drawn by your warm smile and how warm your skin looks and your body but he’s apprehensive to give in, wondering what you could possibly need him for. “I summoned you here.”

“I can see that.”

You laugh, a little nervously this time, and his guard falls a bit more. The way you sound is akin to sweet music, something he has always wondered from afar what it feels like to have directed at him. This is the struggle of living in the shadows, whether it’s your choice or not, you miss out on the delight that the golden path offers. You miss out on the laughter of a beautiful woman and the way that her body shifts as she balls her hands together anxiously.

Thankfully, the lighter path has beckoned him tonight and he won’t have to wonder what he’s missing out on for much longer.

“I’m Ichigo,” he offers to ease your nerves. You nod, repeating his name and savoring the feeling of it across your tongue. You stretch the syllables and he laughs, looking away and feeling his cheeks heat, shocked at how shy a human is making him feel.

He hasn’t been at this for very long, in case it isn’t obvious, but fuck if he isn’t trying. Exchanging his place in the land between the living and the dead came as second nature to the brave man before you, easy for him to make that split second decision, but the demonhood thing is proving to be far harder than he expected.

So instead he does what all demons are to do when summoned by humans. He asks.

“Is there something I can do for you?”

You giggle, worrying your lower lip between your teeth, and a sigh escapes. He hates seeing your shoulders slouch in uncertainty and he approaches, closing the gap between the two of you but waits for further permission before proceeding.

“I,” you start, laughing again and shaking your head. “I didn’t really know if I would get this far so excuse me for being a little nervous.”

He shrugs and nods, understanding that this isn’t exactly the most conventional way to meet anyone much less a being such as himself. Despite this, though, he finds the way you look away from him and sneak another glance more alluring than he’d like to admit so he clears his throat, capturing your attention again and he revels in the way your eyes rest upon him.

“I could make some suggestions, you know, if you need?”

A nod is his permission to continue and he moves closer, tension in the room thickening. He swallows, wearing robes that leave little to the imagination with straps that cross over his strong torso and nothing else.

“Do you need me to kill someone for you?”

You shake your head with another laugh and he loves it, grinning and laughing alongside you the way he used to with others when he was still human. He misses it, feeling more in touch with himself than he has in a long time in your presence.

“Do you need me to make someone fall in love with you? Because we don’t do that, you may have called the wrong person to your house.”

Another laugh and he laughs along, smile on his face when you reach out and bravely touch his forearm to feel it under your palm. His skin is cool to the touch but warm after you let your hand rest atop it for a moment. He doesn’t smell of sulfur or whatever else you were worried about nor does he appear to wish ill toward you.

So you take a chance and tell the truth.

“I wanted to know what it’s like to be lov-,” you stop yourself from taking the easy way out, swallowing and looking up to meet his eyes, to ask for what you really want. “Fucked. I want to know what it’s like to be fucked by demon.”

Your earnestness is as endearing as it is concerning and he smiles down at you, eyes darkening.

“You aren’t afraid you’ve bitten off more than you can chew?”

You shrug, the same sweet little smile on your face.

“How will I ever know if I don’t take a bite?”

In the blink of an eye, you make sense to him. A good girl who just wants to get a little bit bad for once without putting much else on the line. He wishes the thought didn’t roll straight from his brain to his thickening cock, his robes shifting as it hardens.

“Care to let me help you find out?”

You shake your head and without another word, he approaches you far more tenderly than you ever expected. Ichigo cups your face between his palms, thumbs smoothing over your cheeks and your mouth and your sweet eyelids, and he kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before. It’s full of forbidden want, a longing he just developed for your taste, and you allow him to be greedy. To take his tongue across as much of your mouth as he wants, to familiarize himself with your teeth and your cheeks and your lips.

You allow him to take, the advice of the commenters proving yet again to be more accurate than you expected, his hands moving from your cheeks to your shoulders and finally to your hands where he drags you toward your half made bed, entranced by how the entire pile of blankets and pillows smells like you.

It’s divine, something far too holy for him, but he does as he’s been asked. He’s going to give you exactly what you want.

He crowds you back onto your bed and your legs fall open naturally, allowing him to slot between them and press his thigh against the searing heat of your cunt. He groans at the sensation, present even through his robes, and leans over you to continue the unexpectedly intense tangle of your tongues in your mouth.

Backing away to catch his breath, he slips his arms out of the harness of his robes and lets them fall down his torso, discarding all of his clothing with it. You gasp looking down and spotting the red head of his cock resting against his belly, the tip already glistening with silky pre-cum. This moment, one he’ll recall forever, is the first time he hears you moan.

If your laughter was music, this is a symphony. He vows to do whatever he can to hear you make that noise as much as possible while you’re in his care, hands helping you shrug off the nightgown and panties you were wearing while performing the ritual that brought him here.

The more of you that gets exposed, the more excited he can feel himself become. You are beautiful, an utter vision and more than he expected to stumble upon tonight, hands smoothing over your breasts, your stomach, your gorgeous thighs. He can hardly hold himself back but he bites back his own desires, knowing his role tonight is to give in to you and not the other way around.

“Tell me if you like it, yeah?”

You never expected a demon to be asking you to praise him but you nod, watching his hands slip further and further down your body until they’re toying with your needy and aching pussy, one set of fingers spreading you open while the other spreads the wetness from your hole across your lips and clit and sensitive inner thighs.

“Feels good,” you gasp when his thumb grazes your clit and he smirks. It’s sinful to see him between your legs like this, handsome face twisted into a pleased smile while those pretty brown eyes flit between your drooling cunt and your face that does little to hide how he’s making you feel.

“I can make it even better,” he promises and you don’t question it when one of his thick fingers enters your pussy and you moan. Just one finger is enough to make you stretch to accommodate it, the slick squelching of his ministrations making you tip your head back to look away but he stops as soon as you do.

“Keep lookin’ at me, yeah? Might as well watch me make you feel good since you were so curious.”

You obey, as you always have, looking down at him through pretty lashes with big doe eyes and he’s hooked. There’s no way he can simply have his fill of you tonight, his finger now joined by another to express how pleased he is at how well you listen.

“There we go, you’re so good for me,” his words are syrupy sweet and you grasp onto them for dear life as pleasure courses through your veins, the thumb of his free hand rubbing circles around your clit that make you dizzy. He starts to rut against the bed below him to get some relief for his aching, angry cock and you ride out the remnants of your orgasm by bucking against his fingers that still sit inside of you, chest heaving with how heavily you’re breathing.

“Ready for more?”

Your eyes widen as he rises to his knees between your legs, heavy cock in his hand and pointed straight for your needy cunt. He’s beautiful just like this, flushed from his cheeks and down his chest, and your walls spasm in anticipation for just how he’ll feel inside of you. Nodding, you spread your legs further and smile as the head of that pretty cock slips past any resistance you may have.

He leans over you, chest pressed to yours and forearm resting above your head, daring to kiss your pretty lips a final time before he shows you what he’s really capable of. You smile up at him, eyes glazed over and face slackened in pleasure, and he drinks in every ounce of you he’s able to.

“Good, because we’re just getting started.”

#thot-o-ween 2023 #monster mash 2023 #ichigo x reader #ichigo kurosaki x reader #cw monsterfucking

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 1 year

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Prompt idea!

Peter 2, Peter 3, and Harry have a competition to see who can make Peter 1 laugh the most! Peter 2 makes him smile but I see Peter 3 or Harry being the winner because i think they are the funniest. This can include some tickles but doesn't have to! Either way its cute. Hope you like this prompt idea!

(I love this, this is so precious! ❤️ Thank you Anon! Enjoy!)

Whose the Funniest?

Summary: See prompt above :)

"There he is."

Peter 1 snapped his head up. "Hm?"

In the doorway of the living room was a line of grinning faces all directed toward the youngest. Two was in front followed by Three and Harry in the back.

"Um . . . Hi? Did---Did you guys need something?"

Two took the lead forward. "You to keep being your adorable self."

"What?"

Three stepped in next. "It's simple Bug. You keep being cute."

Peter 2 smirked at his younger brother. "Meanwhile, some of us will have to do some heavy lifting."

Peter 1 set his phone aside. "What do you mean heavy lifting?"

"You and Harry are going down Two."

"No way! We've got this in the bag."

One's eyes widened as his legs curled inward. The youngest began scooting back across the couch until he hit the arm of the couch. As he watched his older two brothers bicker, a shadow passed over him.

Peter 1 looked up to see Harry grinning down at him.

"Hiya."

With a squeak, One jumped away. "What has gotten into you three?"

"Oh, just a small challenge."

Peter 3 stepped around his baby brother and ruffled his hair as he plopped next to him on the couch. "A teeny tiny itty-bitty challenge."

The youngest leaned away from the other two before he bumped into a solid surface. "Eep!"

Two's arms wrapped around Peter 1 before pulling him into his lap. "A teeny tiny itty-bitty challenge with the best itty-bitty baby brother around."

A blush spread across One's cheek. "Wh-what d-do you want w-with me?"

"Simple." Peter 2 readjusted his hold. "You be you and we have to get you to laugh without tickling."

"What!"

"We all think we can make you laugh easily with no tickles required." Two squeezed him close. "So of course we had to test it."

"Why me?"

"Because we also think we're each funnier than the others. So you have to be the decider," Peter 3 added.

Harry joined the trio on the couch. "This'll be easy, the kid practically giggles at everything we do."

The youngest Peter blushed. "No I don't!"

"Yesterday you were laughing at Peter 3 pouring a bowl of cereal."

Peter 1 blushed. "I was tired!"

"Sleep deprivation does help," Two commented. "But can you do it when he's well rested?"

"Oho yes I can." Three held out his hands. "Gimme!"

The youngest squeaked.

Two angled him away from the tallest. "No! We agreed I'd go first!"

The oldest Peter crossed his arms with a pout. "Awww, fine."

"Yay!"

As Two pulled the youngest back upright, One blushed bright red with a small smile on his face.

"You got a minute Pete. No more than that," Harry reminded.

"I know."

Three smirked. "Then let the best man win."

"Alright Peanut, let's show off those giggles."

Before One could respond, two hands came up to squish his face.

"Of course, with this wittwe face, who couwldnt hewp but wove youw."

The small grin on the youngest's face slowly grew bigger.

"I could just eat you uwp, but then I'd have tow be tested fowr diabetes."

The blush on One's face grew even darker, but he knew if he opened his mouth to protest, he'd trip over his words.

The hands on his face switched to light pinches along his cheeks. "Whose a pweciouws baby? Is it youw? Are youw the pweciouws baby?"

"N-no!"

"That was a stutter." Two playfully pinched and shook One's nose. "Do those giggles just need help getting out?"

The youngest grinned like an idiot and playfully pushed against Two's hand.

"Aww, is the baby getting flustered?"

One's grin brightened as he shook his head.

"No?" Two put a hand on his hip. "Is my owdest bwothewr magic not wowking?"

Peter 1 shook his head again. His brother was such a loving idiot.

Two wrapped his arms around his brother in a firm squeeze. "Well, good thing I have the best baby brother in the wold tow hewp me practice. I'm gonna hold you forever and tell you how cuwte you are."

Peter 1 really wished he could pull his hands up to bury his face in them.

Suddenly, a timer went off nearby.

"No!" Two whined. "I was so close!"

"You got him grinning Pete, but you were no where near getting him to laugh." Harry stood. "Besides, it's my turn now."

Peter 2 pouted as he released the youngest. "Okay."

The next thing One knew, he was scooped up into Harry's arms.

The tallest of the trio sat back on the couch. "There we go. You're lighter than I thought you'd be."

Peter 1's blush darkened again. "Hey!"

"Times ticking Harry."

Harry readjusted his hold so he was cradling the youngest Peter in his arms. "Seriously, I don't have your brothers' super strength, but I don't need much of my own to hold you."

One's face was beet red.

"Check this out." Harry tipped the youngest back. "Allyoop! And now you're upside down with ease."

"Eeep!"

"Ah!" Harry grinned. "I got a squeal!"

Two crossed his arms. "It has to be laughter to count."

"Really?" Harry gently shook Peter 1. "Maybe I have to shake them loose."

"Ahh!"

"Where are they hiding?"

"N-no where!"

Harry pulled the youngest back up to kiss his forehead. "Hmm, I just don't think I'm looking in the right places."

One was grinning even brighter. He hadn't had time to recover from the smother fest from Two so his cheeks were still aflame and he was getting close to giggling.

Harry pulled the youngest close. "Are they hiding in your ear?"

"No."

Harry booped his nose. "Are they hiding in your nose?"

One shook his head.

Harry pinched his cheek. "Are they hiding in these wittwe cheeks?"

The youngest gently pushed on his hand. "N-no!"

"Oh, I think they are." Harry tapped the youngest's cheek. "I think there's a bunch of giggles hiding under here, but someone's to stubborn to let them out. Maybe I just need too---."

Suddenly, a timer interrupted Harry's statement.

The older man groaned. "Come on! Seriously!"

"That's what I thought too," Two replied with a smirk.

"But I was closer than you!"

"But you still didn't get him to break."

While the other two were bickering, One started to slide out of Harry's lap. He almost slid all the way to the floor before Peter 3 piped up. "Now it's my turn!"

Harry scooped the youngest back up. "Here ya go."

The youngest Peter squeaked as he was passed to his older brother.

"Aww, were youw twying tow hide fwom me?" Three cooed.

Peter 1 smiled. "No!"

"Mmm, kind of wooked wike youw wewe." Three's finger poked along his face.

Peter 1 could feel the giggles building up in the back of his throat. For whatever reason, the middle Peter could have him laughing easily.

"Your time is a ticking Three."

The middle Peter smirked. "Oh I have just the thing."

Before One could respond, a hand was placed over his eyes.

"Uh-oh."

The hand was pulled back. "Peekaboo!"

One hid his mouth behind his hands.

Three repeated the movements. "Peekaboo!"

The youngest could feel his shoulders shaking from suppressed giggles. He did not want to break this early.

Until Peter 3 repeated the actions once again. "Peekaboooo!"

A squeak slipped out.

"Oooh, what was that?"

One shook his head.

Three grinned. Then he crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. "Blech!"

Peter 1's eyes widened. The giggles were quickly traveling up his throat.

Peter 3 lifted up the tip of his nose and stuck his tongue back out. "Blech!"

The youngest bit his tongue and tried to keep them at bay.

Then Peter 3 recovered One's eyes. He pulled them back and had a new silly face. "Blech!"

And then the giggles slipped out.

"Oop!" The older brother pulled the youngest's hands back down. "What was that?"

Peter 1 tried to stifle them, but he couldn't keep them at bay with his brother looking at him like that. And he broke down into a ball of giggles.

"Ha!" Three cheered.

Harry's jaw dropped. "No!"

Peter 2 placed a palm on his forehead. "How! How!"

"Doesn't matter." Peter 3 stood and tossed his baby brother into the air. "I win!"

Meanwhile, Peter 1 was a blushy ball of squealy giggles. Yeah, Peter 3 had a way of making him laugh on command. He was just too goofy.

When Three finished spinning in a circle, Peter 2 was standing. "I declare a rematch!"

"You can have a rematch, but I'll still win!" Three held the youngest up by his armpits. "We just have that connection."

Peter 2 smiled at the look of pure joy and innocence on One's face. He looked even more like a little kid when he smiled like that. "Aww, what's got you all smiley?"

One hid behind his hands. "Nohothihing."

To give his brother a break, Peter 3 set One in a nearby chair. He turned back around to the oldest. "If you want to do a rematch, I declare hide and seek."

"What do you mean?"

"We get one chance to find him and one chance to make him laugh without tickles." Three crossed his arms. "That way it's more spread out and fair."

Peter 2 shrugged. "I think that's fair. What do you think Harry?"

When the two Peters turned to where Harry had been sitting, they found he had disappeared.

"Harry?"

Both older Peters turned to ask One if he had seen him, but the youngest was gone as well.

"Did they---?"

"I think they did."

Peter 2 smirked. "Shall we find them?"

Three smirked back. "Let's."

And the older two Peters scurried off to find where the hidden duo had disappeared too.

#peter 1 #peter 2 #peter 3 #harry osborn #sam raimi #fluff

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imtryingmyfuckingbe · 2 years

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Chapter Nine

Word Count: 4,081

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Tony Stark leans against the wall, arms crossed and chin tucked to his chest. Steve Rogers sits ramrod straight in his seat, eyes following Y/N as she paces. Natasha Romanoff rests her legs on Clint Barton’s lap, both reclined and unbothered. Bucky stands by the doors, twirling a knife in his hands.

“It makes sense,” Y/N mumbles for the hundredth time, wearing a tread into the wood.

Stark throws his hands in the air with a huff. “Enlighten us, then.”

Y/N pulls the thumb she worried from her teeth, glaring at him. After she told Bucky her Sylvia theory, he carted her to the conference room she ambushed Steve and Tony in yesterday. That morning? The days fade into each other, now, indistinguishable from the last.

The doors whisper open, saving Stark from the biting retort on the tip of Y/N’s tongue. Sam saunters in, hands in his pockets. He stops when the focus of the room lands on him. “What?”

Bucky snorts, nodding his head to the table. Digital copies of pictures and documents light its top. Photographs of Y/N around the city; in Blue’s, Romero’s, libraries, her apartment. The documents vary from detailing her routine to threatening her. Stark loaded the file stapled to Bernie’s chest into his database while Banner tests it for DNA or prints or anything to identify the senders.

Sam’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline, lips pursed. “Well, fuck.”

Y/N nods, returning to pacing. She helped them place the pictures in chronological order, the first pictures of Sam in his corner table at Romero’s, Y/N leaning over with a finger in his chest. From the angle, the photographer took it by the front door. Y/N assumes they used a phone; aside from the low quality, she would have noticed someone using a Canon or otherwise.

Other pictures capture Bucky at her table across from her, flipping through her files or her notebook. They caught her the morning Peter asked for her help, but he sits out of view from the lens on her bed. She thanks both of their lucky stars the intruder didn’t see him.

Sam drops into a chair, elbows perched on the edge of the table as he peers at the files. He swipes the pinwheel of pictures around the table, examining them in turn. “So they started following you after I…” He spins in his chair to face Y/N. “Sorry.”

She shrugs. “It’s whatever, man. Probably woulda happened either way.”

“This is all fine and dandy; glad we’re playing nice. You care to tell us what you figured out, Hit-Girl?”

She shoots another glare, albeit empty. Running a hand through her hair, she sighs. “Right. Well, Mister America, here, cornered me a few nights before Sam but there’s no picture of that. Same for when Bucky broke into my apartment.” She looks at their faces in turn. Steve nods, Tony rolls his eyes, Natasha picks her nails, Clint looks to be asleep, and Sam doesn’t react. Bucky snorts a laugh in the corner.

“Right, but the day Sam comes and bothers me at work, someone gets pictures? So no one was following me before. But! Sylvia worked that day. And she was—”

“— Who’s Sylvia?” Clint asks, eyes still closed and head rested back.

“My co-worker. Anyway—”

“—Why is she important if she’s just your co-worker?”

“Oh for fucksakes, shut up and I’ll get there!” she scolds. Clint opens one eye to peer at her before settling back, waving a hand in her direction. “Thank you. She was also there the day Bernie called me, and asked me a buncha questions. Thought they were innocent, ya know? ‘What’s there to do around the city? I like to read. What libraries do you suggest?’ Shit like that.

“So I tell her. She asks me about Blue’s, and who Bernie is. I tell her that, too.” She scoffs, plopping into a chair and dropping her head into her palms. “Fuck,” she whispers. How could she be so flagrant with information?

The others around the table shuffle, and the silence thickens. She sighs, propping her chin in her hand. Rather than meet anyone’s eye, she stares at an ugly, abstract painting on the wall. She wonders how much it cost.

“No one knows where I live. I pay the landlord in cash and she keeps her yap shut. Only people who knew were you fuckers. And Sylvia. When I invited her over.” She flips through the pinwheel of pictures, landing on the one of Bucky the day he climbed through her window. “The pictures of my apartment didn’t start until I invited Sylvia over. Most of the ones before that were of me on my way home from work; probably before Sylvia went home, herself.

“I figure after she heard me on the phone with Bern, she started putting pieces together. Figured out who I’m working with; who I know.” Y/N shakes her head with brittle laughter. “Fuck, man. She even asked me about you guys. Didn’t think about it, ya know? Someone not from the city curious about the Avengers? What’s new?”

“Hold up,” Tony says, pushing off from the wall with a hand up. “What did she want to know? What did you tell her?”

Y/N rolls her eyes, turning the chair to face him head on. “Nothing to worry your pretty little head about, Daddy Warbucks. I told her I didn’t know you from a crack in the sidewalk, ‘cept that sometimes you save the city. I even called ya nice.” She grimaces, as if the words taste sour.

He settles back against the wall with a nod. “Okay.”

“Anyway, she asks her questions and I answer ‘em, and then she’s on her merry way.”

“So you think she has something to do with the Vipers?” Steve asks from across the table.

“Why not, right? Too much in common to be a coincidence. Figure it won’t hurt to look into it. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t wanna be right. I liked the kid, ya know? She seemed sweet. But…” She trails off, shaking her head.

“You get all that, JARVIS?” Tony asks, head tilted upwards.

JARVIS’ calm, low voice filters down. “Yes, sir. Sylvia Patterson, sister to Ben Patterson. Employee at Romero’s Bistro Café in Queens. Moved to New York City two years and three months ago from Mascoutah, Illinois. Security footage across the street from the Saint Christopher’s Homeless Shelter shows Miss Patterson entering and exiting on numerous occasions, including the day of the fire.”

Tony looks to Y/N, head canted. She nods in agreeance to the provided information. At least Sylvia didn’t lie about her childhood; makes her easier to track. “Thanks, JARVIS. Keep sorting through security cameras around the city, specifically in relation to the other fires and street blockages.”

“Yes, sir. If I may? One more thing.” At Tony’s silence, he continues. “The bodega beneath Miss Y/L/N’s apartment captured footage of unidentified persons on the roof of the building across the street, equipped with cameras. From the video, the suspects rotated keeping watch on her building, starting the night Miss Patterson left.”

Y/N bites her lip to keep in a groan, frustration and anger bubbling in her chest. She drums her fingers on the table top, the pictures rotating and documents spreading. One lands at her hand, a single sentence stretched across the page.

This is just the beginning, it says in capital letters, slanting to the left. Yield or face the consequences.

“God, they’re dramatic,” she mutters. She flicks the table, the document returning to the middle. Another slides in its place.

The words ‘your fault’ cover the page from edge to edge, all lowercase and slanting right. The ‘f’ of fault, written in cursive, crosses with the words below, in the next line. Y/N narrows her eyes, flicking between the document in front of her and the pile in the middle. She reaches to the pile, pulling another back with her.

Consider this the first and final warning. The letters are pointed, sharp like daggers. Blocked and neat, the same height and width. The spaces between the words are large, distant.

Above her, the others volley theories back and forth. “Tony, you copied the entire file, right?” Y/N asks, head still bowed.

“What? Yes. Why?”

She shakes her head, pushing back from the table to stand. “How to I lay out the written documents?”

His face scrunches up, but he takes the two steps to the table’s edge. He taps three fingers on the photos. They condense into one pile. A flick of his wrist sends them to the center, the documents taking station around the table in a new rotation.

“Thanks.”

“What’s this about?”

“Hold on.”

Y/N examines the documents five seconds in turn. In addition to the other handwriting, two others join the medley. The first: small, with a busy lower zone. The ‘y’s and ‘g’s occupy the most space with sharp tails. The dots about the ‘i’s point to the right, dark center leading to an arrowed end. The second: large, cursive, flowing. Less space between the words. Heavy middle zone.

“There’s at least five.”

“How do you know?”

She arranges five pictures side-by-side to showcase the varying penmanship. “Different handwriting styles,” she explains plainly.

Steve and Sam lean over to look at the papers. Natasha stares at Y/N for the first time she entered the room. Y/N looks away. Natasha’s eyes pierce deeper than she likes, as if she stands bare in a room of strangers.

“So?” Tony asks.

“Graphology. I know it ain’t an exact science, like your quantum physics babble, but it’s still a science. Look,” she instructs, pointing to the first page. “This one is all edges and spaces. They’re a sharp fella— doesn’t like working with others. They might have military background, too.”

“How can you tell?” Bucky asks from over her shoulder. She startles to the side, looking up at him.

“Like a fucking cat,” she whispers. He cocks his head, an eyebrow raised. She clears her throat and turns back to the table. “You fossils probably know this,” she jokes, motioning to Bucky and Steve. “But when you join the military, they make ya write in all caps. Avoids misunderstanding. When people retire, the habit is too ingrained to just drop.”

“Huh,” Steve huffs.

She struggles to focus, the heat from Bucky’s body rolling off in waves. Coughing, she points to the next one. “This person is probably young. Their middle zone has the most flourishes; they’re focused on themselves and the present. See the way their words slant to the right? Means they lean towards people; they’re probably sociable. Outgoing.

“And this one, they’ve got some inflated sense of sexuality, or a preference for material things. Their lower zone, the one that signifies intimacy and material worth, is busy. It mixes with the upper zone of the line below. Means they either think they’re royalty in bed or they like shiny things— enough so to compromise their morals.”

“I’m never letting you see my handwriting,” Tony declares, stepping back. “So— what? The Vipers are comprised of five members? Who just happen to take down the city one street closing and fire at a time?”

Y/N straightens her back, bumping into Bucky’s chest and stumbling forward. She stiffens when his hands grasp her shoulders to steady her. When she plants her feet, he lets go. Her skin burns from his withdrawn touch, both empty and heavy. He steps back to give her room to turn. She sidles by him in the small space between his body and her chair.

Everyone around the table faces her when she turns to face them, a few feet away. “Could be more, but it’s at least five. And, I mean, the Vulture did just as much damage with the same amount of people. It’s not impossible. And what’s with fuckers naming themselves after ‘v’ animals? God, no creativity,” she jokes, still reeling from Bucky’s close proximity.

Steve, Sam, and Bucky lean back over the table, examining the handwriting. Tony types something into his phone. Natasha and Clint bore into Y/N, expressions controlled and unrevealing. She shudders, crossing her arms to hold her waist and cage against the charged silence.

Before she can look away, or change the subject, JARVIS’ voice rumbles through the speakers. “Pardon my intrusion. Miss Y/L/N, Mister Richards is awake.”

Bucky looks over his shoulder, nodding his head to the door.

“Right. Thank you, JARVIS. You guys think you’re good?”

“Oh, don’t act like you’re the oil to this machine, Elektra.”

“Well, if you work so well, maybe you could tell me why you needed me in the first place, huh?” she demands, louder than intended.

“Not this shit again. You checked her for any hidden knives, right, Tin-man?” Tony asks Bucky, jutting his chin out.

Although Y/N itches to race out of the room, she wants more for Tony to answer her questions. Bernie can wait two seconds; it will offer them both peace of mind if they know why Tony recruited Y/N. “I’m serious, rust bucket.” Two can play the nickname game.

“Didn’t Barnes tell you?”

“He fed me some crap about knowing the city well or something.”

Bucky scoffs, leaning against the table with his arms crossed. That makes three people staring into Y/N’s soul.

Tony huffs a laugh. “Yeah, that’s one way to put it. Listen,” he begins, softer and too large of a contrast to his usual gruff tone. Y/N loathes the change, preferring to deal with a callous Tony before a kind Tony. “I’ve kept an eye on your work. We don’t have a lot of access to the nitty-gritty of the crime world. My handsome mug is too well known, and these ones’ve kicked up too much dust to not be recognized.” He shrugs as if to say ‘what can we do?’

Y/N draws her lips back in a sour grin, choosing her next words carefully. In the vein of striking a wound, she repeats the same words she said to Bucky when they first met: “Yeah, what about your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?”

She knows what about him, but Tony doesn’t know she knows. Bucky’s eyes widen a smidge, mouth drawn into a thin line. Y/N keeps her eyes on Tony, who waves a dismissive hand. “He’s busy with something else.” At her persistent stare, he scrunches his nose. “Good God, you’re creepy.”

Y/N purses her lips, nodding. “Right. Well, I’m glad I can add Trojan Horse for the Avengers onto my resume. Think you can write me a recommendation letter, Stark?” she spits.

In the back of her mind, she knew Stark wanted another lackey to add to his collection. Hell, she knew it in the front of her mind, too. But hearing it aloud, that her use extended to mole and nothing more, stings more than it should. At least before she asked and before he admitted it she could pretend to be a consultant or something; that her worth was more than deciding to lean into her misgivings than fight them.

She licks her lips, biting the bottom one in a wolfish smile. “Right, well.” She turns on her heel, the doors whooshing open at her approach.

The air conditioning blows on her face as she marches from the room, cooling the heat in her cheeks. She runs her hands down her face, massaging her temples. In her haste to leave, she didn’t ask for a room number, or directions.

Out of sight of the room, she rests against the wall. No way in hell is she going back inside to ask. She decides to take a chance wandering. He’s on this floor somewhere. Before she can set upon her journey, the conference door slides wide again.

Bucky steps out, casting a look right and then left, ending on Y/N. He pauses, brow cocked, before sauntering over. In his all black ensemble, he emulates the grace and terror of a panther; sleek and smooth and chilling. Y/N admires it, looking from his boots to his face, hair still tied back.

“You wanna lead the way to your pal, since you seem to know where you’re going?”

Any admiration drains. She rolls her eyes, kicking his shoes with her foot. “Lead the way.”

They start down the hall in comfortable silence, Bucky’s arm brushing against hers. The hallway offers enough space for them to walk further apart, but she pretends it doesn’t. She pretends his presence doesn’t offer the same comfort it did this morning.

“So. You trying to get Parker in trouble or some shit?”

“He was pissing me off; wanted to push his buttons.”

“You’re good at that.”

They turn a corner. “Yeah, I’ve had practice.”

They stop in front of a closed door. The whiteboard on the outside declares it the room of ‘Bernard Richards’. Y/N wants to laugh. Bernie was never a ‘Bernard’. The reality of his state shadows the humor, though. On the other side of this door, Bernie suffers wounds and bruises and healing bones.

Wounds and bruises and broken bones in result of Y/N’s loose lips. She startles when a hand rests on her shoulder.

“You good?” Bucky asks.

She sighs. “What if he doesn’t want to see me? God, what if he hates me?”

“Stop being dramatic. C’mon, Y/N.” He turns the handle and opens the door.

Inside, Bernie rests against the inclined bed, head turned towards the window. White bandages decorate his arms and face in stark contrast to his dark skin. His fingers drum a pattern into his thigh. Anger and desperation rush through her, a raging river. He’s alive, but is he well?

She aches to tuck tail and run— what if Bernie can’t bear to look at her, let alone be in the same room?— but Bucky keeps a hand on her shoulder. He nudges her inside, letting his grasp drop to his side.

“Hey,” Y/N whispers, tentative and unsure.

A slow smile pulls at Bernie’s lips as he turns to look at her. “Hey.” His voice croaks.

A sob wracks its way through Y/N’s chest. She lurches forward, stumbling to his bedside. Her knees crack against the floor when she falls, forehead on her arms on the bed. Bernie runs a hand through her hair, sighing.

Thick tears slide down Y/N’s cheeks, dripping to the blankets. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Bernie.”

Behind her, the door clicks shut. Bernie tugs on a few strands of hair, vying for her attention against the comfort of avoidance. “C’mon, kid. Look at me.”

She sniffles, rubbing her nose on her arm, before looking up. Tears smudge her sight, clumping her lashes together. Bernie, all things considered, looks okay. His cheeks regained color, and the bandages are small compared to the blood marring his face when she found him. He caresses her cheek, thumbing away her tears.

“You got nothing to be sorry for, Y/N.”

She shakes her head, chin nudging his palm. “It’s my fault, Bern. You told me to stay outta it, and I got you into this mess anyway. I’m so sorry.” The words stick to her tongue, boulders of regret tumbling in her mouth.

“Y/N. Listen to me.” He grasps her chin, holding it still and tight. “This ain’t got nothing ta do with you, kid. I knew something would happen at some point. I got too big a nose to go unnoticed in dirty work. I was in this long before you asked about the Vipers. You didn’t hang me up, a’ight?”

“I thought you were dead,” she confesses, licking away the salt from her top lip. “I saw you and I just—” she can’t say it again, the words lodged in her throat.

“Well, I’m not. Takes more than a few goons to take me down, ya’know. Now get off your knees. I know you don’t know how to pray even if it saved your life.”

Y/N snorts, rolling her eyes. Leave it to Bernie to comfort her while incapacitated in a hospital bed. She pushes to her feet, turning to sit by his side. She wraps her arms around a knee, the other leg dangling to the floor. Bernie grasps her hand, thumb circling her palm.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice low.

She sighs. “As much as I can be, I s’pose.” She taps his chest where someone stapled the folder. “Looked through the file they put in you. It ain’t pretty.”

“No, I don’ reckon it would be.”

“They’ve been following me for a bit. That’s how they got to you.”

“We just went over this. Dig your head outta your ass. I’m saying this one last time, and you’re gonna listen.” He waits for her to nod in acknowledgment. “This wasn’t you. Now, we’re gonna move on.”

Her chest shudders when she exhales, but she concedes. She’ll do anything Bernie asks.

“Good.”

The conversation lulls into a comfortable silence. Their even breathing and the monitors’ beeps provide a calming soundtrack while Y/N examines Bernie. She turns his wrist over in her hand, running a finger along the bandage covering his forearm.

Next, she takes stock of his face. The dimmed lights cast shadows over his cheeks, darkening the peak of his brows and nose. His cheekbones stand tall and haunting, gaunt from years of drinking and not eating. A few days worth of stubble grows, more gray hair than black, now.

Y/N has loved a handful of people in her life; she can count them on her fingers. Her mother, whom she lost too young but misses like an old wound. Katherine, the first love of her life, who found bigger and better than New York— leaving Y/N behind with it. And Bernie.

Bernie, who cares for Y/N more than her biological father ever could. Bernie, who risks his neck on her whims and puts her first. A pillar in her life, stationed at Blue’s bar, Bud in hand. He looks bare without it, and the weathered cap he donned since youth.

The best man she knows.

She returns her gaze to his palm, wrinkled and dry. Alive and warm.

“Do you remember anything?” she whispers to his hand.

He squeezes her fingers twice. “Not much. Cornered me at Blue’s. Bag over my head and all that. Didn’t knock me out, though, like fools. They took me to some place nearby, thirty minutes in stop and go traffic.”

She traces the lines of his hands with a pointer finger, solidifying the information in her mind, cheek against her knee. Bernie gazes out the window at the city below. Soon, the sun will return for its ascent.

“When we got there, I tried ta fight ‘em. They knocked me out.” He speaks without reservation and feeling, like retelling a boring rumor rather than his kidnapping. “When I came to, they had me tied to a chair. Masks covering their face and all that goon shit.”

She waits for him to continue, giving him time to regroup. As much as she wants to let him rest, to let the wounds on his skin and in his head close, she needs to know what went down. If she pushed off asking, his memory risked warping. The drugs they’ve likely pumped into him aren’t helping either. So she clenches her jaw and tucks the fury away.

“Did they ask you any questions?”

He shakes his head. “Nah. They knew all they wanted to, I guess. Just said I was the messenger.”

Y/N darts her head up to look at him. “What message?”

“You mean, aside from a beating?” he snorts.

“Bernie.”

“I’m not telling you, kid. It’s nothing that’ll change the past or what comes next, and if I tell you then I’m doing what they want. And I ain’t gonna do that.”

“Bernie,” she presses, gripping his hand tighter.

“No, Y/N. No. They ain’t got that power o’er me, and they ain’t got it on you. Okay?”

The side of her seasoned in private investigations encourages her to force his hand. But she’s his friend before she’s her job. She bites her tongue and nods, returning to tracing the lines in his palm.

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System Overflow Chapter 3

In the few moments before contact, he realized that thinking of it as a squirrel had been a rather hasty choice on his part. He could hardly be blamed for that, given the circumstances.

It wasn’t a squirrel, but it likely had been one at some point. Probably this morning. Possibly just before noon. Maybe it had stepped out for an early lunch, and got more than it bargained for.

Is this what that message talked about with terraforming? Frank thought dimly, as the once-squirrel bit his arm that he barely remembered raising. The clarity the pain brought helped him get a better look at the creature.

It had the same general shape of a squirrel, and would be easy to mistake for one at a distance. The proportions and the body were all wrong, however. Its snout had extended beyond the norm, and it had teeth protruding from its jaw at odd angles, a mess of snaggle-y spikes. Its spine was warped, and he watched in amazement and horror as it seemed to grow hard, calcified plates out of its back.

The poor, twisted creature let out a screech of pain as this happened, releasing its grip on his arm. He stepped back as it hit the ground, writhing. He made brief eye contact with it as it cried in distress.

His heart sank, but his body spun with adrenaline. “Ohh, I’m sorry about this buddy. I wish I could help you.” Without giving himself time to have doubts, he put the creature out of its misery.

Ding!

Warning! Unrefined aether absorbed. Unrefined aether is not suitable for living beings. Avoid coming into contact with sources of such aether, or contaminated creatures. It is advised to expel unrefined aether before reaching toxic levels.

Frank sighed. “Great. Another thing to worry about.” He glanced at the ex-squirrel, still releasing slight blue light into the air. “I’m sorry buddy. I would bury you, but that feels like a bad idea now. Besides, I have more pressing concerns right now.” With that said, and the surprise encounter bested, he made his way back into the office.

Tugging at the bandage on his arm, he tossed the first aid kit on his desk. Finding it had been fairly simple; the building was required to have first aid kits available and marked on their maps. It had always just been one of those things that you know, but never think about. He took a moment to thank everyone who’d ever pushed for safety regulations as he sat down.

“Okay, first order of business: see if I can reach my family.”

He slid open the drawer he put his phone in during work hours, and checked its charge. 73%. More than enough to call whoever he needed. Putting in his password, he quickly navigated through to his address book. With bated breath, he hit ‘Mom’.

As it rang, he couldn’t help but imagine his mom’s phone sitting on the freeway on the other side of the country, playing a song from her boyfriend's band, his name on the screen.

It rang.

And rang.

“The person you are trying to call cannot be reached right now. Feel free to leave a message after the beep.”

Frank paused for a few beats, disappointed. “Hey mom. I don’t know if you’re going to get this, but I just wanted to let you know I’m okay. If you can, please call, or leave a message. With everything going on, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep my phone going, but I promise to check regularly. Stay safe. I love you.”

He stared at his phone for a few seconds, almost hoping for a call to come through. None did. “Well, that leaves me right back where I was, plus a bit of disappointment. Alex is still living with mom, so I can probably expect about the same result.”

Nevertheless, he clicked on his sister's name. The phone rang a few times.

A robotic voice came through. “The number you have dialed is unable to be reached at this time. It may be off or out of service range. Please try again later.”

“Damn,” he sighed, tossing his phone on the desk. “What use is a phone if no one is around to call?”

Frank tapped idly on his desk. “Ok. I’m alone in the office. I can’t reach my family. I still need to find a way to meet people, and try to figure out this system stuff. But, first things first: Let’s get some supplies together.”

He pulled his backpack out from under his desk, and started packing up anything useful he could find. The first aid kit, of course. Some office supplies, for taking notes, and as much food as he could find in the office. Jason’s desk was, as expected, a treasure trove for supplies.

“Talking about squirrels… Man loved to hide snacks everywhere,” Frank muttered as he shoved a bag of jerky in his pack. “Chips, ramen, jerky… Won’t be clean eating, but at least it’s something.”

A quiet ping pulled his attention. He looked up from his position kneeling on the floor of Jason’s cubicle.

Ping!

It was coming from Jason’s headset. Curious, Frank put the headset on and woke the computer to see what was causing it. “Why is he getting browser notifications?”

He scrolled through Jason’s tabs, ignoring the ones he was familiar with. “Wait, is this- How’d he get around the firewall?” Frank clicked into the suspect page: Reddit, still live and, evidently, still populated with actual people.

There on the front page, pinned at the top was a post. “The end of the world: a megathread.”

Frank clapped his hands together reverentially. “Thank you, honored ancestors, for blessing my generation with social media. Let’s see here… ‘Where did everyone go?’ ‘What does it mean to be a [Native]?’ ‘What is this System?’- That’s the one.” He expanded the comment thread, eager to see what others had figured out.

There were a lot of opinions.

‘Checkmate atheists.’

‘Does this mean we live in a simulation?’

‘Aliens finally decided we were ready to join real civilization.’

And so on. There were a few people who had actually found ways to access some information and menus in the System, so he took notes on those.

‘... It’s unclear exactly how to raise these ‘stats’ so far, but likely training or acquiring and allocating the ‘aether’ mentioned in System notes would be a way to do so. Likewise with Skills and Spells.’

‘Actually, I know how you can pick up a few of those! I was in the library when everyone vanished, and a bunch of books are showing up as Skill-books now! I think there’s a limit to how many Skills you can get from books though… I only managed to get 3. Now I’m stuck with [Beekeeping], [Charcuterie], and [Tactics] =(‘

‘Also, I’ve seen a few weird looking animals… Do you think we can get aether from them?’

Frank quickly responded to that comment. “Definitely do not go after the blue ones. The System doesn’t like when you pick up the aether they have, for some reason.”

Almost as soon as he posted it, someone replied. ‘Lots of animals are getting aggressive. It’s very dangerous to go outside. Definitely stay away from the blue ones, but they’re all bad right now.’

Well. Not great news, but he’d managed to warn people. Good deed done, he leaned back, looking over his notepad. He now had some information on how to navigate his new HUD, pulling up menus in the System that quantified how the System viewed him. Stats, Skills, Spells, and the like. There wasn’t much of interest for him there yet.

“Actually…” He stood, walking around toward Sanjay’s cubicle, “I’m pretty sure he had a book in here somewhere…” After opening a few drawers, he found it. A worn and bookmarked copy of Programming for Dummies.

As soon as he touched it, a notice popped up.

Consume Skill-book to learn [Programming]?

Y/N

Error! Skill [Programming] incompatible with System implementation.

Generalizing Skill…

Consume Skill-book to learn [Enchanting]?

Y/N

He sucked in a breath. “Magic? Oh man, am I about to learn magic? Sanjay, wherever you are, thank you for being career motivated. I forgive you for being a bit prickly.” He turned back to the book. “Yes!”

Instantly, it burst into small, dense particles of white light that landed on him, absorbing into his skin. As soon as the last bit of light was gone, Frank felt a rush as the energy implanted itself in his being. “Huh.”

He tapped his chin, looking around. “I think I’ve got what I need to test this out around here… Let’s see…”

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Champion Role Models (NSFW)

Victor smiled as he sat down on the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table as he finally let himself rest.

The 21-year-old young man had been training like crazy for these past few months, getting himself ready for the biggest challenge of his young life to date.

“Feels right to treat ourselves, doesn't it Cinderace?” he asked his partner. The large rabbit-like pokemon nodded as it sat on the recliner on the other side of the hotel room, chowing down on the Poke-Chow his trainer had bought.

“Cinde!” it chirped as he chowed down on the food

“This beats camping out in the woods that’s for sure,” Victor said as he grabbed the TV remote, turning on said device.

“And in other news” came the voice from the anchor of the New’s Station “Chairman Rose is currently under investigation for allegations of misappropriation of funds and trespassing in protected sites. The Chairman claims he was working on a large program to help the region, but the Wydon police department…”

“Wow, come into town right as shit hits the fan” Victor muttered as he muted the TV and pulled out his phone.

“Ace?”

“Yeah I know it's annoying” Victor muttered as he flicked through the text messages he had “Come to Wydon for the league, end up stuck due to politics…” he shook his head “Months collecting badges and the entire league gets the shaft thanks to Rose pulling some stupid move… You know, I can actually believe he saw himself in Bede. Apparently, both of them don’t give a crap about historical artifacts”

The Fire-Type pokemon shrugged as it shoved more food into its gullet, getting a chuckle from Victor.

“Right, probably not the smartest idea to talk politics to a Pokemon” he chuckled, turning his attention back to the TV, his eyebrows shooting up as he saw a familiar person on screen. “Is that Leon?” he muttered, grabbing the remote and unmuting it.

“-othes worn by the best of the best”, a soft-spoken voice said as Leon smirked at the camera in a way that made Victor blink.

“That’s….a suggestive wink” he muttered, leaning back into the sofa “Never thought I’d see Leon do that…”

On-screen, Leon threw the cape he was wearing off, revealing he was clad in nothing but a pair of tight shorts. The young galarian trainer felt his cheeks light up red as Leon turned around and presented his shapely ass to the camera, running his hand over it.

“Damn…. Guess the League closing left him a bit bored…” Victor muttered, his face a bright red as he felt heat running down his loins. Right as the camera moved onto another angle of the great champion of Galar in a jockstrap, a loud knocking on the door made the young man on the couch jump. He quickly turned the TV off and got up, slowly walking to the hotel’s door.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Right right, bloody calm down, I’m coming” Victor muttered, still blushing a bit at the mast in his pants as he unlocked the door. He cracked it open a bit, his eyebrows shooting up as he saw a tanned young man with a carefully maintained mop of royal purple hair and a pair of soft yellow eyes. “Hop? That you mate?”

“Course it's me,” the young man on the other side said, crossing his arms as he looked into the creak between the door and the wall “You gonna let me in?”

“Right right, gimme a second…” Victor muttered as he closed the door and removed the bolt, opening it properly for his friend “Good to see you mate”

“Same” Hop said with a friendly smile, giving his friend a quick hug “So…. you gonna let me in?”

“Heh, yeah sure” Victor said with a chuckle as he stepped aside. Hop gave him a wink as he stepped inside, dumping his bag onto the floor.

“Bloody hell, how much did you spend on this place” Hop muttered as he plopped down on the couch “This place is about the size of my house!”

“I know it's ridiculous!” Victor said as he sat down next to his best friend, silently recalling his Cinderace into the Pokeball “The League didn't skimp on the rooms. I’m guessing they used the money from the pay-per-view to get us these places.”

“Most likely” Hop said as he rested his head on the cushions, groaning

“What’s wrong?” Victor asked as he dropped the Pokeball onto the coffee table “I thought you’d be happy to spend time in your brother’s flat”

“I would… if he was ever fucking home!” Hop groaned “Like… I think I’ve seen him twice. In the two weeks, I’ve been here!”

“Seriously?” Victor asked, frowning as he looked at this friend’s splayed-out form “What, was there some kind of emergency back home?”

“No! That’s the thing, he’s never around! And the one time I caught him, he looked really out of it, like he just woke up and had to get a drink of water or something. And then there’s those ADS!”

“Ah, yeah….” Victor muttered, his face going a bit red as he glanced at the black screen of the television “Those….”

“I mean…. I know that he doesn't have anything to do with the league shut down, but why that!?” Hop groaned

“I mean,... Your brother isn’t too bad on the eyes” Victor said, his face a bit red as he looked at his friend.

“Isn’t… MATE DON’T” Hop shouted as he threw a cushion right at Victor’s face, getting a chuckle out of the other boy “It’s bad enough I have to deal with Rahain getting lovey-dovey with him, don’t you start too!”

“Heh, sorry pal. I’m not gonna deny the truth when I see it” Victor said with a wink

“Bloody hell, stop!” Hop groaned, covering his ears as his whole face lit up bright red, getting a chuckle “Arceus stop for the love of all that’s good!”

“Alright alright! Take a bloody breath” Victor said with a laugh, giving his friend a light slap on the shoulder as he smiled at him.

“Screw you, wanker….” Hop muttered as he removed his hands

“Hey, you’ll have to buy me dinner first,” the brown-haired young man said with a wink

“Pffft” Hop chuckled, biting into his fist “Arceus Victor, don’t joke around now please”

“What? I’m not the one panicking over my brother taking a job. You need to relax a bit” Victor said as he grabbed the remote

“Mate, I’m not gonna relax!” Hop said, swiping the remote from his friend’s hand “This shit isn’t right ok? Something weird is going on”

“Hop, I know you love your brother, but I think you're being a bit paranoid”

“I’m not being paranoid! Rahain is freaking out too! He’s been pretty much camping out on the couch for the past week and Leon has barely looked at him!”

“Ok….” Victor muttered, blinking “That is a bit weird…”

“Yeah ignoring your fiancee is a bit weird, ain’t it?” Hop asked, sarcasm dripping off every word.

“Fuck, you really are worried aren’t you?” Victor muttered, looking at his friend in concern

“Fuck yes I am!” Hop said, leaning forwards and resting his arms on his legs “Look, Leon isn’t the type to do stuff like this. He’s not the kind to just drop everything for some dumb modeling job, no matter how well it pays. Plus, what kind of modeling job requires you to be at the studio so fucking long?”

“Yeah, that’s true….” Victor muttered, his eyes going a bit wider as Hop’s arguments began to make sense, “so what do you want to do about it?”

“Right so my plan is we go down to this studio, sneak inside somehow and then we can snoop around for evidence to prove this company up to no good” the passion was clear in his voice as Hop laid out his plan which he was obviously very proud of.

“Then we take the proof we need to officer Jenny and she’ll kick in the door and save my big bro,” Hop said with a fire in his eye as he rounded off his plan by karate kicking the air “It’s the perfect plan mate”.

“Mate that's the worst plan I’ve ever heard” Victor replied with a deadpan grimace on his face.

“Yeah well, what do you think you should do then smartypants,” Hop asked sarcastically as he crossed his arms over his chest with a humph.

“Well how about we just go do there ask to see your brother” Victor suggested off the top of his head and clearly being the more sensible of the two “That we can look around a bit and ask Leon directly what's going on?”

“Victor you're a genius!” Hop shouted, grabbing his friend by the shoulders and staking him in his excitement “It’ll be like we’re undercover, they won’t suspect a thing, and that way we can bust them from the inside!”

“Ok fine you’ve convinced me, let’s go do some digging” Victor groaned at his friend, thinking even his own plan sounds a bit ridiculous, but he was getting tired from the constant needling.

“Fucking finally!” Hop screamed, getting up from the couch and giving his friend a smirk

“Wait, you wanna go now?” Victor asked, blinking as he looked up at his friend

“Course I do! Not like your doing anything” Hop said as he grabbed his backpack and headed for the door

“Hey!”

“Oh don’t pretend you were gonna do anything other than sitting there and eat pizza,” Hop said, crossing his arms. Victor felt his cheeks light up red, his unconsciously going to his phone

“Maybe…” he muttered, getting a sigh from his friend.

“Come on,” Hop said, tossing the fellow trainer his shoes.

“Fine fine….” Victor muttered as he caught the footwear and slipped them on quickly. He hopped to his feet and nodded at this friend. “Let’s go”

“Awesome!” Hop said with a big smile as he headed outside the room, Victor following right behind him, making sure to lock the suite’s door before catching up with Hop.

“Okay, so what do you know about this company?” the brown-haired trainer as he hit the call button for the elevator

“Huh?”

“I mean, if we’re gonna go check out what’s going on, I need to know something about this. I kinda shut the ad off before the name of the company could come up, so I need to know exactly is going on”

“Right right right…” Hop muttered, shaking his head “Um….”

“You do know what the company is called, don’t you?” Victor asked as the elevator arrived

“C-Course I do!” Hop said, his face lighting up red as the two got into the elevator “I just….forgot for a minute….”

“Sure you did…” Victor muttered, pulling out his phone and opening the browser. A few seconds later, he smiled and showed the screen to Hop. “Here”

“Wallace’s Sport and Fashion?” Hop read, seeing the blue logo in the shape of some snake-like pokemon he didn’t recognize. “Why does that name sound familiar?”

“Because Wallace was the champion of the Hoenn region for a few months. He’s the shortest titleholder in the world, and he’s the only one who didn’t lose the title, instead, he retired and gave it up to his chosen successor. He then went to open a men’s wears company”

“Huh…” Hop blinked, clearly not expecting that dump of information

“Says here that the company is just recently expanding into international markets….” Victor read from his phone as the elevator door slid open “They’re putting out calls for models all over the planet. And they're pushing it hard. Looks like Leon isn’t the only famous guy to sign up to work for them.”

“How so?” Hop asked as the two walked through the lobby

“It says here that former gym leader and actor Brysen signed up to be a model in Unova. In Kanto, former league competitor and gym leader Blue is one too.”

“Damn, so they're going for famous people to advertise these, aren’t they?” Hop muttered as they stepped out of the hotel into the rather chilly streets of Wyndon.

“Yeah. They're doing some aggressive advertising” Victor muttered as he used his phone to call over a taxi. “And by the looks of it, their studio is on the other side of the city”

“Right, so I’m guessin’ that’s we-”

“CORVO!” a shriek interrupted the conversation as the Corvo Taxi landed in front of the two, a plume of dust escaping from the bottom. The large pokemon that carried it stared down at the two, the doors unlocking and swinging open automatically.

“That will never not be scary…” Hop muttered as he climbed inside the cab, barely looking at the Corvoknight.

“Oh don’t be a wuss,” Victor said as he showed the Corvoknight their destination on his phone. The large pokemon nodded, getting in position to take off.

“Shut up and get in here” Hop muttered, getting a giggle from his friend as he climbed inside and shut the door. A click rang out through the cab as they locked and the Corviknight began flapping its wings, slowly lifting them off the ground and towards their destination.

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The two grunted as they felt the taxi come to a sudden stop, a loud bang ringing out as the cab landed, rather roughly, on the ground.

“I hate flying on these things…” Hop muttered as the doors unlocked and swung open. “Thank Arceus I didn’t eat lunch beforehand…”

“Oh don’t bitch, this was your idea,” Victor said as he handed the Corvoknight a bill. The Flying Type grabbed it with its beak before taking off, flapping its massive wings and blasting the two boys in the face with a gust of wind before it disappeared into the clouds.

“Just…. Come on, let’s go find my brother” Hop muttered, putting his hands into his pockets and walking up to the door, huffing the whole way.

“Fine fine” Victor said, trying not to giggle at his friend’s actions as he followed right behind him. The building was quite large, and it stood out slightly from the rest of the city. Wyndon had a particular style to it, and this building with its modern full glass walls, clean white metal around said glass, and well-kept lawn outside clashed hard with it.

“Looks like an office building from Unova…” Victor muttered as they stepped inside, a blast of cold air hitting the two. The lobby was pretty much what they expected after seeing the outside. Sparsely decorated with a few couches, a pile of magazines, and the company’s logo right in front of them, displayed for all to see. Said logo was a Wailord jumping over a stylized W.

“Huh, not a bad symbol, I’ve got to say” Hop muttered as he looked at the carving on the wall.

“Oh hello!” a voice rang out from the right of the room, getting the attention of both young men. They turned and saw a young man, probably about a year older than them, holding a tablet and giving them a friendly smile. “Do you have an appointment?”

“Um…” Victor blinked as he looked over the guy, a bit taken aback by his outfit. He was wearing a pair of shorts, a shirt that was open to show a well-chiseled chest and a necklace with the company’s logo hanging loosely around his neck “N-No…We-”

“What are you wearing?” Hop said, his face a bit red

“HOP!” Victor shouted, his own face going bright red as he glared at his best friend before turning back to the guy quickly “S-Sorry about that….”

“Oh no need to apologize,” the guy said with a laugh, a quite nice melodic sounding laugh “I get that a lot.”

“Yeah well, given how the building looks you except someone wearing a stuffy business suit,” Hop said with a friendly smile

“Heh, well Mr. Wallace does want us to show exactly what we’re about. Wouldn’t do to wear some ugly suit if we don’t make them, now wouldn’t it?”

“Heh, yeah that makes sense!” Hop said with a grin and a nod, while Victor just stared at the two.

“Heh, anyways. You said you didn’t have an appointment?” the guy said, going back to the original topic

“Um, no we don’t,” Victor said, giving Hop a light elbow to the side as he was about to speak again “We’re actually looking for one of the models”

“Oh? One of the models?” the guy asked, looking up from his tablet “That’s rare. Most people don’t care about that.”

“Well, he’s my brother,” Hop said “And I’ve been a bit worried about him”

“Ah I see” the guy said with a smile “What’s your brother’s name?”

“Leon,” Victor and Hop said at the same time

“He’s kind of well known,” Victor said, crossing his arms “Given he’s the champion and all that”

“Ah yes. I think he’s currently doing a shoot. Please follow me” the guy said, turning around and leading them further inside.

“Well that wasn’t so hard,” Hop said as he followed the guy

“Don’t jinx us yet, mate” Victor muttered as he kept up with them. The two were led through the halls of the building, pictures of Wallace hanging on the walls, each of them with him wearing a different outfit. Victor’s eyes were drawn to some of the outfits the guy modeled, some being a bit more risque than others.

“Our founder does have great fashion sense, doesn't he?” the guy leading them said

“That’s your founder?” Hop muttered, his cheeks red as he tried to not look at the risque outfits

“Yup. That’s Wallace” the guy explained “Our namesake and big icon”

“It’s one heck of a leap from Gym Leader to Fashion business, isn’t it?” Victor asked, his eyes still on the multiple pictures of Wallace that decorated the entire hall.

“Well yes,” their guide said as they finally reached an elevator at the back of the hall “But he didn’t do it all on his own.”

“I thought he was the founder”

“Technically he’s the co-founder” their guide cleared up “He was approached by a former Elite 4 member from Johto who had the idea for the company. Wallace would be the image and he’d be the money man”

“Interesting. Why isn’t his name on the company then?” Hop asked as the elevator doors slid open

“From what I understand he’s a very private person” the guy explained as he pushed a button for one of the top floors “He’s a lot like Alistair actually. Wears a mask all the time and doesn't like going in public that often.”

“Wears a mask?” Victor muttered, trying to think who their guide could be referring to

“Yeah. Though it's not like the one our local Ghost Specliasist wears. It's more of a carnival mask, like those you’d see at Nimbassa City during a parade. He’s actually the one who does the negotiating for the models”

“Really?” the brown-haired young man asked

“Yup. It was his idea to have big names be the models for the brand. And he has a silver tongue! We haven’t had a single person he’s talked to turn down the job offer!”

“That’s….interesting…” Hop said, looking at his friend with a bit of concern clear in his face

“So… have you met this silent partner?” Victor asked as they approached the floor that was selected earlier

“One time,” their guide said with a smile “It was my first day here actually. I remember I was really nervous for some reason. I was also wearing some butt-ugly business suit thing, but then he took me aside and….” he blinked and scratched his head

“And then what?” Hop asked

“Can’t remember” the guy said, with a shrug “Oh well, details probably aren’t all that important. What I do remember is that afterward, I felt like, loads better. Way more relaxed and at home. And I started wearing much more fitting things” he gave the two a big smile as the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open “Ah good! Come on, I’ll show ya where Leon is!”

He stepped outside without hesitation, but the two young men hung back for a moment.

“I have a really bad feeling about this secret partner thing” Hop muttered as he watched the guide walking into the hallway “Like….really bloody bad”

“Same” Victor whispered back “I get the feeling there’s more to him than just being really good at contract negotiations”

“Agreed,” the violet-haired boy said with a nod “Does the description he gave ring any bells?”

“Not really,” Victor said with a shrug “The Kanto and Johto Elite 4 aren’t exactly the most chatty. And if one of them wears a mask, then I doubt he goes out of his way to get pictures taken…”

“Hey you two coming or what?” the guy called out to them

“Coming!” Victor called back before turning to Hop “Either way, keep your guard up”

“Agreed” Hop muttered back as the two stepped off the elevator and followed their guide deeper into the building.

The two were led to a large double door with a sign on it that said

Warning. Shoot could be in process. Enter with care

“Here we are!” their guide said with a big smile “This is the photo studio. Please be quiet as you go in, they could be in the middle of something”

“Wait, you're not coming in?” Hop asked, frowning a little

“Wish I could, but I need to head back to the front desk,” he said with a big smile that didn’t seem quite so innocent to the pair anymore. “Not really supposed to leave it. So I should head back before I get in trouble. See you guys later!” he turned around with that and walked off.

“Well, crap” Victor muttered as the guy disappeared into the hallway

“Not like he’d be that much help, to be honest mate,” Hop said as he slowly turned the nob of the door

“True” Victor muttered as he peeked in through the small opening Hop made. Most of the room seemed to be dark, with some light creeping out from further inside “Let’s just hope it’s Leon and a photographer in there”

“Yeah….” the violet-haired young man pushed the door, the two creeping inside.

“Is this a locker room?” Hop muttered as he pulled out his phone for some light. Victor blinked as Hop turned on the flashlight, and indeed, the place looked less like a fancy studio and more like a High School Locker room. On the back wall was a line of lockers, some benches nearby, and a shower.

“The hell?” Victor muttered, walking over to the lockers. There were about four of them, though only one had a name on it and none had locks of any kind

Frowning, Victor put his hand on the nearest locker, opening it slightly before reading the name stamped on it. “L. Dande….”

“Dande?” Hop muttered as he walked over “That’s my last name….”

“Guess this is Leon’s locker” Victor muttered as he fully opened the thing. Inside was a Rotom Phone, a pair of pants, a shirt and sandals. “That’s a bit bare, isn’t it?”

“That’s what Leon was wearing every time I saw him back home” Hop muttered “He hasn’t worn his champion cape ever since he started working for this place. Or even shoes. He always looked like that”

“It’s not exactly something very fashionable either” Victor muttered as he ran his fingers over the sweatpants “I’d wear something like this if I woke up in the middle of the night…”

“Yeah…” Hop muttered “And he was acting like he was half asleep those few times I saw him”

“And then he stopped coming home…” Victor muttered, closing the locker and turning around, frowning slightly. “Come on, let’s go find him”

“Yeah…” Hop muttered as the two-headed through the opening where the light was coming from. The small hallway that led the two through had pictures hanging on the walls, all of them of Leon and Wallace. All of them showing off various types of underwear, like jockstraps and boxers in various very provocative poses.

“Whoever this secret partner is, they're really into guys in their underpants…” Hop mumbled

“Really into them,” Victor said as they finally reached the source of the light.

The two walked into a white room, with two people inside. One was a purple-haired young man standing behind a camera. And in the middle of the room, was Leon.

Hop’s eyes went wide as he saw his older brother bending over to show off his bare ass, as the jockstrap that was wrapped around his groin trembled as it was moved around.

“Good!” the photographer said, clapping “Now on your knees. Show us both your ass and your feet!”

“Yes sir!” Leon said, his voice sounding a lot slower and deeper than Victor remembered. It sounded like each word was a struggle to form without moaning. He got into the position the photographer asked for without hesitation “This good?”

“That’s perfect!” the photographer said, his cheery voice echoing through the mostly empty room. The snapping of the camera rang out shortly afterward. “Now, show us the bulge. We want the guys watching to see how good it will make them look!”

“Heh yeah!” Leon giggled, a sound that sounded weird to Victor. He got up and turned around, thrusting out his hips to make the bulge on the jockstrap stand out. Victor’s own bulge twitched at the sight, despite his best efforts.

“Good boy!” the photographer said as he started taking pictures.

“What the hell?” Hop whispered “We need to get him out of there”

“Shh!” Victor hissed, putting his finger over Hop’s mouth to shut him up. The two stayed there for a few seconds.

“Perfect…. Now I think we need a good shot of your whole body” the photographer said, apparently not hearing the two. Victor sighed and gave his best friend a glare, getting a nervous smile in return. “Don’t you two agree?”

Victor’s eyes went wide as he heard that, quickly turning his head. The photographer was looking at the two of them, his purple eyes seemingly glowing in the lighting of the studio

“Shit” Victor cursed as he got up, grabbing a Pokeball from his belt, Hop doing the same.

“What the hell did you do to my brother!?” Hop shouted as he gripped the ball tightly

“Oh you mean L?” the photographer asked, a smirk on his face “I just made him a perfect model”

“L?! His name is Leon!” Hop shouted

“Oh, it is. Problem is, he’s a bit too dumb to remember a complicated name like that” the photographer chuckled “Isn't that right L?”

“Uh? Oh yeah!” Leon chuckled, clearly not paying attention to what was happening around him until he was called out. He smiled at the photographer as he just sat there, not even seeing Victor or Hop

“Leon! Bro look at me!” Hop shouted to him, only to be ignored as the muscular man turned to the photographer

“We taking more pics sir?” he asked calmly as if sitting there nearly nude was totally normal to him

“Not today L. Go ahead and take a break”

“Yes sir!” the champion said, a dumb chuckle escaping his lips as he got to his feet and headed off in the opposite direction

“L, remember. No wearing merchandise during break” the photographer said

“Oooh right! Sorry boss!” Leon said with a chuckle as he took off the jockstrap without hesitation and threw it to a pile in the corner. Then he just walked to the other side of the room, falling onto a beanbag chair and grabbing his cock, not caring that he had an audience in the slightest.

“H-How….W-Why…?” Victor stammered out, a bit flummoxed at seeing the charismatic champion he’d met a few months ago acting like a dumbass college bro.

“Part of the job,” the photographer said calmly as he looked at the two, his glowing eyes never blinking “See, it's a lot easier to get the models to agree to risque shots when they're too dumb and horny to refuse. Makes my job much, much easier”

“That’s it… Go Cinder-” Victor’s word’s died in his throat as he suddenly felt his entire body seize up, including his mouth. His tongue stopped mid-motion as a soft purple glow surrounded his body. Only his eyes remained free to move, and he saw that Hop was in a very similar position.

“Now, I don’t think calling out Pokemon would be beneficial here,” the photographer said, walking closer to the two, and grabbing the pokeballs from their hands. “This studio is not exactly a place built for fire types after all”

“H-How….” Hop managed to stammer out through the psychic holding them down.

“Heh, come on. I expect that our receptionist spilled the beans about a partner?” the photographer said “I should have made him more silent…. Too bad I have a thing for hot chatterboxes”

“Y-You're….partner……” Victor managed to spit out “Not….just….photo…..”

“Heh, yup. My name is Will” the guy said, taking a little bow to the two “Former Psychic expert of the Johto Elite 4. And current owner and photographer of a very successful company”

“W-Why….” Hop grunted out

“Shhhh,” Will said, patting Hop’s head as he took his belt. “Don’t you worry about that. It's not like you’ll be able to retain the answers”

“W-What……?” Victor spat out as Will walked over to him and took his own belt, and all his pokemon along with it.

“Oh, what do you think I’m just gonna let you walk out?” Will asked, a glimmer in his eyes “Please, I can’t let anyone who knows how I get my models leave the building. Can you imagine the drama that will come out of that? And all the police officers I’d have to deal with?” he shook his headache “Just a total mess”

“So……make…..forget?” Hop stammered out

“I could do that,” Will said with a nod “But the thing is, we have been getting complaints recently. Our customers keep telling us we’re missing some models for the 18-23 age demographic”.”

Victor’s eyes went wide as he realized what Will was saying. The psychic noticed that and gave him a grin

“Yup. I think you’ll two will make very good models for our company” Will said with a big smile

“N-No…..” Hop stammered out

“Oh don’t worry,” Will said, giving Hop a pat on the head “When I’m done, you’ll be very, very happy in this job” he walked over to Victor, using his powers to bring a chair over that came to a stop right in front of the brown-haired young man. The former member of the Elite 4 grinned and sat down, looking right at Victor.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” he said, putting his hand on the galarian’s forehead and sending a blast of energy into Victor’s mind.

Victor braced himself, but it didn’t do him any good, as it felt like his head was smothered in cotton. Everything around him began to go fuzzy. His fingers tingled as he couldn’t feel much, his eyes drooped slightly as everything became a hazy unfocused mess. Even his sense of smell began to fail him, as the smell of Will’s perfume became nothing.

That’s it a voice cut through the cotton, coming right from inside his head. Let go of all that unimportant stuff. Just focus on my voice.

“N-No!” Victor thought, closing his eyes as he tried to push the influence out

Oh not bad the voice said, followed by a laugh that sent shivers through Victor’s spine at the alien sensation of someone talking inside his brain There’s potential there. Oh well, I’ll make sure that the rest of you doesn't go to waste

“G-Get out!” Victor screamed in his mind “G-GET OUT!” he thought, putting all his energy into it. He saw Will visibly wince a bit, which sent some pride through his body.

“Fine…. Let’s try something a bit….stronger” Will put both his hands on Victor’s temples and his eyes glowed bright purple. Victor barely had time to react as he felt energy course through his skull and into his mind

“S-STOP!”

Shhh. Don’t fight it. Just listen

That one word carried power as it blasted through the cotton and into Victor’s head. His eyes went wide as he felt it tear through. He shivered as the sensation ran through his body, the tent in pants returning as waves of pleasure rang out from his head down to his loins.

There we go….. That feels great, doesn't it?

Victor blinked, feeling a wave of pleasure run through his whole body with each word that Will whispered into his brain.

“Y-Yes….” he muttered, his mouth suddenly free of the psychic hold. It was hard to muster up any real emotion, as the moment he tried to focus on anything except Will’s voice, another blast to his groin broke the line of thought with nothing but pure ecstasy.

Good. See, it wasn’t so hard to answer my question, was it? Will asked each word is like a shock straight to the young man’s pleasure centers

“N-No…” Victor moaned out, his whole body shivering as the tent in his pants grew harder

Good. Now, tell me. Are you happy?

“A-Am I happy?” Victor blinked, a bit confused by the question, but another blast of pleasure stopped him from

Are you happy?

“Yeah, I’m happy,” Victor said “I’m about to compete in the league!”

The league that was canned? Will’s voice asked, making the young man blink

“W-Wait…. I-It’s still gonna happen” he muttered, his eyes drooping slightly as Will sent more energy through his temples, blocking out any thoughts that didn’t pertain to what they were talking about.

Is it? With all this drama, chaos, stress. Do you really want that?

“W-What….C-Course I do!” Victor muttered, blinking as he felt more of Will’s influence wash over him with every spoken word

Do you? Look at Leon. He’s so happy now. So relaxed and calm, free of all stress and worries. All that he worries about now is looking good and feeling pleasure. Do you think he was that happy as champion?

“C-Course he was!” Victor said, frowning as the words wormed inside his mind

Was he? Look at him Will stepped aside, his hands never leaving the young man’s head. He got a good view at Leon sitting on a beanbag, staring ahead at seemingly nothing and giggling, his hands down in his privates. No shame. Now stresses, no worries. Nothing but happiness and pleasure. Doesn't that sound nice?

“B-But…..” Victor muttered, blinking as Will stepped back in front of him, a smile on his face

Is being a trainer worth all this hassle? Will asked All the stress of traveling. Of sleeping in the woods for days on end, on the cold hard ground?

“B-But….” Victor blinked, moaning as Will sent another blast of psychic energy through him. His cock twitched as his thoughts were muddled

Living from battle to battle just so you can scrounge up enough cash for supplies and to look after your Mons. All those potions, all that food. While you wash your clothes in a stream. Isn’t all of that just so stressful?

“Y-Yeah….b-but” Victor stammered out, his eyes going hazy slowly as Will’s words went deeper and deeper into his mind

Its tyring thinking all the time isn’t it? Knowing all that stuff that stresses you out. Dangers of pokemon. Stresses of money. All that stuff comes with intelligence. All that stuff that comes from beinging a trainer. And its tiring isnt it?

As Will said those words, his eyes briefly flashed and Victor felt a wave of lethargy wash over him. His frozen arms ached, his eyes drooped slightly and he felt the urge to yawn.

“I-It is….” Victor agreed

I can take all that away. I can take all those stresses, all those worries, all that exhaustion away. I can leave nothing but pleasure and happiness inside of your head

“Y-You can?” Victor blinked, as the cotton in his head made it impossible to focus on anything except what Will was saying “W-Why?”

Because I want you to be happy. People being happy is a good thing, isn’t it?

“Y-Yeah it is…” Victor muttered, seeing the logic there as he felt another shiver of pleasure

All you need to do is agree to it Will’s voice said Just say yes, and all that stress, all that worry will be gone. Expelled from your mind in a wave of pure bliss. Do you want that?

“Y-Yes!” Victor moaned, his eyes going wide as he felt a smile form on his face “I want that!”

“Good answer!” Will said, not in his head this time, but with his mouth. He moved his hands, taking one off the guy’s head and moving the other to his forehead. The tip of his finger glowed a bright pink.

Victor was about to ask what he was doing, but then he was hit the greatest wave of pleasure he had ever flet in his life. All the nerves in his body were screaming in pure ecstasy as Will put on finger on his forehead.

“You feel that, right?” he saked with a smirk, to which Victor weakly nodded “That’s all those thoughts keeping you stressed and unhappy. All of them are moving to were my finger is, out of your brain and into this specific spot”

Victor gasped in pleasure as he felt everything drain out of his brain. It felt like bubbles popping inside of his skull as each thought, each shred of his IQ, flew out of his neurons and right below Will’s finger. The psychic began to slowly move it downwards, past his nose and face and down his throat.

Victor’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as pleasure just flowed through his entire body. Each slight motion sent even more arousal through his body. His cock was straining aginst his jeans, as hard as rock and twitching with need every second.

Will just smirked and kept moving the thoughts further and further down, across his chest, his abs his waist. Until he finally reached the strained tent in the front of Victor’s pants. He grinned and gave his cock a light tap, before the cotton fuzz suddenly cleared from the trainers mind as he momentarily broke his hold on Victor.

The young man gasped and fell to his knees, panting and sweating as the pleasure rushed through his entire body, and he groaned as he felt his cock strain and twitch inside his pants

“Now listen carefully,” Will said, his finger not leaving Victor’s cock “When I count back from three, you’ll cum. You’ll cum harder then you ever have in your life. And as you cum, all that stuff will drain out of your head. It will leave as a big sticky blob, and you’ll be free of those thoughts. That sounds great, doesn't it?”

“Y-YES!” Victor panted, a dumb smile on his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Hop was staring at him in confusion, but he couldn't understand why. He’d never felt this good before, he’d do anything to get this to be permanent

“Good boy.” Will gave him one last strong poke on the dick, getting one giant moan from Victor. “Three”

Hearing that, Victor’s hands flew down to his pants, not even bothering to unbutton them, instead ripping the button off as he tore them in half and threw them downwards to his knees.

“Two”

He grabbed his boxers and pulled them down in a split second, his cock bouncing up in the cold air of the studio, letting slip another moan

“Fuuuuuck” he moaned as his bright red cock bounced up and down, twitching desperately for release.

“One” Will said and suddenly and it was like a floodgate opened. Victor’s eyes went wide as he felt what felt like a dam breaking in his loins.

“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” he both shouted and moaned as his cock blasted out its load. It shot out like a hose, as thick white cum blasted out by the gallon. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his mouth hanging open in a dumb smile as he not only felt his cock drain but also his brain. Mathematics, science, geography, understanding of pokemon battling, typing, rasing, all of that was drained out of him.

“OH FUCK YES!” he gasped out, thrusting his hips and humping the empty air as waves of arousal shot through him, more and more of his brain-draining out his cock. Memories of his travels, of his pokemon. Of spending money, of worrying about getting enough from battles to buy enough supplies for the next week, stressing out about getting his pokemon to the Center, all of this disappeared.

As he finished cumming, a few drops falling from his now permanently hard cock as his eyes looked around, lacking the light of intelligence that was present there just a few moments ago. Panting, he looked to his left, seeing Will, poking Hop’s member through his equally tented pants. Right as Will said three, Victor fell face-first to the ground, into the puddle of cum he had just blasted out, and fell asleep, the effort of cumming out his brains leaving him totally exhausted.

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Two Weeks Later

Vic yawned as he opened his eyes, a dumb smile on his face as he felt the sunlight trickle in from the one window that rested right above his bed.

“Man that was a good sleep….” he mumbled, his voice sounding much slower and deeper than it had two weeks ago. He grabbed the snow-white sheets he slept on and threw them aside, hopping off the mattress and onto the cold tiled floor. He shivered as he felt his bare feet hit it, but that didn’t bother him much. The dumb smile still on his face, he walked over to the full-length mirror that made up the inside of his door.

He smiled as he struck a pose, something that had become reflex whenever he saw a reflective surface of any kind and looked over his body. The twig of a trainer he’d been two weeks ago was gone, and he now had a body that most professional swimmers lusted after. The lithe muscle in his legs and arms, with his chest, well-sculpted with muscles, but not the over-the-top abs that L had, and no body hair to speak off. His cock bounced up, instantly growing hard at the thought of his fellow model. He moaned and giggled, wrapping a hand around it as he opened the door and started to slowly pump it up and down. Right before he could really get going, the door to his room was thrown open, his fellow stud standing on the other end.

“Morning Vic!” Hop said, his hands on his waist as his member stood up twitching and hard for all to see. His body was almost an exact copy of Vic’s, same muscles, same lack of body hair, the only difference was his natural darker skin color. He walked in and kissed Vic on the cheek and gave his cock a quick poke

“Heh, morning Hop” Vic giggled, his head feeling like fireworks were going off inside at the mere sight of his fellow model. He leaned in and kissed him too. Any memories relating to their time as rivals were long gone from the head of the two models, along with most of the knowledge that once was in there. As far as the two were concerned, they were just hot models who worked for their master and have been like that their whole lives. “Is master ready for us?”

“Just about!” Hop said with a dumb smile, giving Vic’s dick a tug as he led him out of the room. Vic moaned and followed with a dumb chuckle. The two exited the room, and onto the carpeted hallways of the studio that was the entire world to the two dumb, horny models. “He’s just wrapping up some shoot with L and then we’re up”

“Heh perfect!” Vic moaned, pulling his dick free of his partner’s grasp. He smiled and stared at the toned ass of the young man leading him through the complex halls of the studio “How the fuck can you get around here anyway? I get lost aaaaalll the fucking time!”

“Hehehe, so does L!” Hop chuckled

“And you did too, don’t try and pretend your some smart-ass,” Vic said, giving him a poke in the butt, earning a horny chuckle from the other model “You're as dumb as the rest of us”

“Fuck yeah I am!” Hop chuckled “I’d never want to be smart! Being smart is master’s job!”

“Exactly!” Vic said, not removing his finger, instead of moving it over to the other model’s hole “Still haven’t answered the question, mate”

“Oh riiiiiiight!” Hop moaned as he felt the finger slip inside. Despite that the two kept walking, being so used to feeling pleasure that they had grown numb enough to walk and fuck at the same time “Heh, master explained the carpet has a line to follow”

“Huh?” Vic muttered, looking down. Indeed their bare feet were walking over a yellow line in the center of the red carpet. Each turn they took was Hop following the line “Wow, I’m such a fucking dumbass!” Vic giggled, pulling his finger out of Hop.

“Heh, course you are!” Hop giggled back as they finally reached the studio proper. The brown-haired model had to bite his tongue not to moan at the sight of L leaning over, showing his perky ass in the lycra running tights he was wearing as Master Will took pictures of it.

“Good! That was perfect L” Master said as he stepped away from the camera.

“Thank you, sir!” L said with a dumb laugh as he stripped the tights off and threw them aside, letting his massive member swing between his legs. Vic’s eyes locked onto it and he began to drool a little.

“Mate, your hard-on is showing” Hop whispered, making Vic turn red as he winked at this partner

“When isn’t it?” he whispered back as L strode by, fist-bumping both his bros with a “sup” as he passed the two, giving Vic a full view of his member in the process, “and it’s not like your any better”.

“Heh, yeah true,” said the purple-haired hunk with a horny grin on his face as he reached down with one hand to give his hard dick a few quick strokes. The sight of L working the camera clearly having the same effect on both young models.

“Ah good! You're both here!” Master Will said, snapping Vic’s attention back to him “Rested up and ready I hope?”

“Of course sir!” Hop said with a big smile as he walked over to the set, Vic right behind him

“Heh, good answer. Now, get dressed boys” Master Will threw them some speedos. Vic grabbed a bright blue one and smiled while got a slick black pair

“We doing swimsuits today?” he asked, despite the obvious answer being in his hands

“Yep. Summer is almost here, so we need some good shots of the new range of speedos” Master Will said. Vic grinned and slipped on the tight rubbery swimwear up his smooth toned legs, moaning as he felt it squish his erection flat. “Perfect. Let’s get started. Get over there Vic and bend over, we need some ass shots”

“Heh, yes sir!” Vic said as he turned around and bent over, showing his well-tuned ass to the camera. Each time he heard the camera click, those fireworks went off in his empty head and he couldn’t help but giggle.

Click, click, click.

“Ok great work Vic,” Master Willl said as he checked over the last few shots on the camera’s view screen “Right your turn Hop, I want you boys to swap so I can get some more solo shots before I move on to the more fun stuff”.

Like the obedient models, they were the two traded places just like their master ordered, Hop stepping onto the set and Vic moving out of frame to watch his hot partner work.

“I fucking love my job” he muttered as he got a good look at Hop’s ass while the other model got into position for their master.

“Perfect stay right there Hop, but I want you down on your knees” Will directed his model around while checking the shot through the viewfinder “Good, now put hands behind your head, spread your legs a bit, flex for me and look sexy for the camera”.

“Oh yeah, I really fucking love my job” Vic declared as he watched Hop flex and show off his sexy abs under their Master’s instruction.

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foreverindreamlandd · 2 years

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Whatever Happens, Wherever I Go....

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

WC: 1.2k

Summary: You wake up to a voicemail from Bucky, and suddenly your worst nightmare has become a reality.

Note: This fic is for @pellucid-constellations Love Letters Writing Challenge! Thank you for putting this together Kathie. :) No warnings except that this is an angsty one folks….

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It started out as a particularly lovely morning.

You had slept in, allowing whatever pleasant dream you were having pull you under for a few extra hours until a soft, warm ray of sunlight hit your eyelids at just the right angle, gently easing you from your peaceful slumber.

You were thankful for the extra time that had passed while you slept, because it meant that there were less painful hours to endure until Bucky would return from his latest mission tonight.

Just a few more hours until his arms would be around yours, and you’d feel your heart set back into place, the ache of missing him the past few weeks dissipating as his lips brushed over your skin.

A small smile curved its way up your lips as you turned over to your bedside table, grabbing your phone to check the time so that the countdown could officially begin.

You frowned when you were met with a black screen, and you realized that your charger hadn’t been plugged in and your phone was dead.

A small bubble of nerves formed in your stomach at the idea of unknowingly being unreachable to Bucky for hours.

Plugging in your phone and staring at it as it powered on at an excruciatingly slow pace, the nerves increased tenfold when you saw the voicemail notification from Bucky Bae Barnes.

You quickly unlocked your phone and opened the message, putting the device to your ear as nerves slowly turned to dread.

“Hey baby.”

His voice was a low whisper, strained as if in pain, and you shot up to sitting. Something was wrong.

“I uh, I’m not gonna lie. Things are lookin’ pretty shitty where I am right now. Don’t have time to go into details, but I’m in some serious trouble. It’s late, so you’re probably asleep, which is good. I’d honestly be concerned if I had to say this to you right now because knowing you, you’d haul ass to try to save me like the amazing tough broad you are-” a soft chuckle turned into a hiss of pain that echoed in your ear as you choked back a small sob. “Anyways, I uh…unfortunately I don’t think I’m gonna make it out of this one. I’m so sorry, baby. I swear I tried my best, but there were these kids that we didn’t anticipate being there and I needed to get them out and…and now I’m stuck.

“I’m gonna try my best to get home to you, sweetheart, but right now the only thing I can focus on is the need to just tell ya how much I fucking love you.” There was a sudden bang on the other side that made you jump even though you weren’t in danger, and Bucky groaned in pain. He started talking more quickly as if there were a clock in front of him saying his time was running out. “Shit. Okay, listen, I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my life, and been haunted by so many fucking demons that it got to the point where I never thought I would find anything good in this world ever again. And then, suddenly, there you were, this shining star in a sea of darkness. You are my light, my heart, my everything, and being by your side for as long as I’ve been able to has been an absolute privilege. I’ll never know what I did to get so lucky, but know that whatever happens to me and…wherever I go, I’ll always be thankful for your love. You are my entire heart, everything I have is yours.”

Tears streamed down your face as more commotion echoed in the background of wherever Bucky had been. There were yells, and you heard the sound of gunshots.

“Shit. Okay baby I have to go. I-” his voice broke, “I love you. Forever and alwa-”

The line cut out, the unfinished statement of Bucky’s last words consuming you as gross, wet sobs forced their way out of you.

Your whole body shook as pain ripped through your entire being. No longer possessing any strength to hold it, the phone fell onto the bed and you curled into a ball completely overwhelmed by the anguish coursing through your veins.

A chaotic stream of thoughts ran through your brain, half-formed and crazed.

He can’t be gone there’s no way-

How can one phone call be the end of what should have been a lifetime of happiness-

I should have told him to stay home-

He should be here with me-

My Bucky. My Bucky. My Bucky.

Nonononononono-

No.

“No,” you said out loud finally, sitting up, wiping your tears away and picking up your phone.

You got out of bed, determination taking over and you called Bucky’s phone. The line went dead - as you figured it would but still it couldn’t hurt to check. Your next call was Steve as you threw on a hoodie and stormed to the front door of your apartment.

If anyone was going to have answers and do whatever it takes to find Bucky, it would be Steve.

He answered after the first ring, breathless. “Y/n, I’ve been trying to reach you-”

“We have to find Bucky-” you said over him as you threw the door open-

You stopped short, mouth open and eyes wide with shock.

“Y/n,” Steve continue, “Bucky’s okay he’s heading over now-”

He didn’t need to convey that information, though.

You saw that for yourself.

Bucky stood before you, body covered with grime and blood, chest rising and falling as he gasped for air as if he had run from whatever country he had been in last night to your doorstep.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry,” he panted, hands reaching out to cradle your face, frantic eyes piercing yours to gauge your reaction. “My phone got blasted and I tried to get here as soon as I could and I feel like a dick for leaving you that message and making you worry-”

Unable to control yourself, you grabbed the back of his head and crashed your lips against his. Bucky groaned in relief and he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, his hands moving to your waist to pull you closer.

He tasted like iron and dirt and salt (wait, that last one was you and the fresh tears falling down your face), but above all that, he tasted like Bucky. The familiarity of his touch rushed through you and suddenly your kiss was interrupted by the returning sobs.

Bucky pulled away so he could kiss the wetness from your cheeks, his lips moving in a random pattern all over your face as he murmured more I’m sorrys and I love you so much before placing your head to his chest, one hand running over your hair and the other roaming over your body as if reassuring himself that you were here with him.

Through the fabric of his Kevlar suit, Bucky’s heart beat in a steady rhythm against your cheek, slowly easing all of the nerves you had felt moments ago.

The two of you stood that way in silence for a few minutes, swaying from side to side as you clung to each other. There were a million questions tucked somewhere in the back of your mind, but those didn’t matter right now.

Whatever had happened, wherever he had gone, none of that was important.

All that mattered was that Bucky was here, and your heart had finally set back into place.

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occasionalhumor · 3 years

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Jealousy

Dom!Hawks drabble that my friends and I noodled around!

Art by RatedKiki - Age Verfied Twitter

[cw: semi-public sex, jealousy, AFAB, light mentions of breeding and pregnancy]

1042 words/4 min read

It’d been a few months since you and Hawks went public with your relationship. The Heroes had won the war and with his newfound time he was able to relax a little and toy around with a relationship.

But with him being a public figure, fan outcry was bound to happen. You had been called everything under the sun by jealous fans. But Hawks wasn’t without his fair share of male discourse.

Hawks snagged your phone after you scoff in frustration. He examines the wall of text on your Instagram from an account under, "Hawks.Aint.Shit"

"Babe, it's really nothing. I get hit on all the time, since we went public." you say, holding out your palm to collect your phone, "I'll just block him like the rest."

Hawks scoffed, "I don't know, he's pretty descriptive, Dove."

He scrolls up, reading previous attempts and his feathers fluff in agitation. His eyes pinned when he read across, 'he's probably small, can't even fuck a girl like you right. Why don't you let daddy come make you feel real good.'

Hawks' brows furrow and he sits up from your side, placing his arm around your shoulder and leans into you.

"Please give me my phone back." You ask, reaching for it, but Hawks extends his arm, reading on.

"Let me deal with it." Hawks growls.

"Babe, no! Really, let me just block them."

Hawks darts a feather that collects your phone from his hand and turns back to you. He cupped your face in his hand and forcefully planted a kiss on your lips.

"I'll show both of you then." He growled into your bottom lip before nipping it.

You let out a soft moan as he trails his hand between your legs, rubbing over the zipper of your jeans. He made quick work of the clothing on both of you, discarding them over the living room and dove onto your clit.

He sucked with rigor, sliding his digits into you impatiently. With his free hand, he rubbed himself, his knuckles beating against the back of your thigh.

You were too caught up in the feelings to notice that a feather drifted its way to the table and collected your phone, bringing it into Hawks' pre-covered palm.

"Sing just the way I like, baby." he coos, pressing his cockhead down with his thumb, angling his phone camera down.

As he sheathed himself into you, you let out a deep, guttural moan.

"Yeah, just like that, baby." He encouraged, bringing one foot down from the side of the couch, the other tucked tightly between your hip and back cushions.

He pulls his length from you, slowly, the camera catching the glistening slick on his shaft. He pulls your hips up, curving your lower back as he glides himself inside again, rubbing it’s head over the plush nerves that sent shivers up your spine.

"Atta girl." He coos in your ecstasy, "you like that, huh? That's your favorite spot?"

He thrusts into you at a quick pace, turning his head to the floor length mirror on the other side of the room.

"No one can fuck you like I can, right, Dove?" He asks, holding the camera up to show himself, balls deep with each thrust and you gripping at the pillow behind your head.

You moan a no as he sped up, brushing his head over your spongey pocket.

"Hawks..." you stumble over the word.

"ah, ah, say my name." He coaxes, never breaking the camera angle from the mirror.

You gave him large eyes that rolled back as he rubbed your clit. He never uses his name, even after the war, he almost exclusively goes by Hawks.

"Say it. Who fucks you right without even using their quirk, hm?" He thrusts to each word.

"You...you Keigo!" You moan his name like honey as he pinches your clit.

"That's right, baby." He stares into the lens in the mirror, "and this is the best these creeps are gonna get right?"

"Mhmph..." You moan as your orgasm grows closer.

"Yeah, you're in her DMs and I'm fucking her raw. We're not the same." He says before ending the video and pressing send. He tossed the phone back on the table as he leaned over you, sloppily kissing your lips. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, and huffed as you gasped at his last thrust. He let his cock throb inside your walls, pumping his hips lightly.

“Fuck, I don’t care what I have to do to get these guys to stop messaging you.” He trailed kisses down your neck to your ear, “maybe a viral leaked sex video will do.”

Your body quaked at the thought of people watching you getting fucked on your couch by the Number 2 Pro Hero. But you’d be lying if it didn’t excite you.

You moan against his shoulder as he pulls his hips back and continues to explore your cunt. Hawks huffed into your shoulder before getting frustrated and sitting up.

“Or I could get you pregnant, cum so deep that the baby looks just like me?” He chuckled thrusting harshly into you.

A wave of electricity came over you as he pulled your hips up again, and vigorously rubbed your clit, “Oooo, you like that?”

He teased as he thrusted with every word, “Like the thought of carrying a baby just like me? Huh?”

You clench on his cock as your orgasm takes over. He continued to rub your puffy clit causing your legs to shake in stimulation, “Honestly, I’d want them to look like you. Either way, our child, oh fuck, is gonna be one fine baby.”

Hawks quickly pumped his head into you a few times before inserting his entire length in again and finishing inside you. He let himself cock warm as he laid over you, flopping his wings one over the back of the couch and the other to the floor.

He cradled his face on your collarbone and ran fingers through your hair and hummed.

Your phone buzzed and his quickly followed with an onslaught of chimes. He sent feathers to collect them and the notifications clearly explained the video had made its way to the gossip news.

“Pro Hero Hawks Porn Leak!”

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soulwillower · 3 years

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cleaning the room • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader smut)

requested: heyyy i love your work!! can i maybe request a Richie smut where their like in the middle of doing “it” but then someone calls the reader (maybe bev or eddie or sumn) and instead of stopping richie keeps going and so she has to continue the call and pretend like shes not in the middle of such unholy acts haha sorry if its too specific,, thank you!!!

warnings: swearing, smut, spitting, v light cum play, light light slapping (reader smacks richie bc theyre frustrated he was teasing them), unprotected sex, risky sex, talking on the phone w someone, use of the words whore/slut, degradation, this has literally no plot its all smut LOL

heyyy finally bback w a fic, i have awful writers block so this was all i could do. hope u guys like it

[ 18+ ]

1.8k words

♡

"richie," you purr, sighing with lust as your boyfriend's hands pull your hips harder towards his own, arching your back as his hand rises to gently push you down against the mattress. he hums, leaning down to kiss your lips hard, thrusting into you as your back rubs the sheets under you.

richie leans back and his mouth opens to murmur something to you, but a ringing noise makes you jolt. both of you turn to look at your phone, which has lit up with the call from someone. richie sighs and you groan, arm reaching out to grope around for the phone as your other hand threads into richie's hair, tugging him as he slowly eases on his thrusts.

"oh, god," you say, half moaning as richie's strokes slow, changing angles as he looks down at you with mischevious eyes. "it's eddie." you add, tossing your phone to the edge of the bed.

richie hums, pulling out of you and grabbing the phone. you whine, looking at him, "no, please keep going, i can call him back later." you beg, desperate to feel richie again. richie raises his brows, "you know he'll just keep calling."

you lean back, sighing because you know richie's right. "fuck you richie. fine." and then you snatch the phone, pressing the answer button. "hey, wh-what's up?" you ask, breathing slightly heavily.

"hey, i was wondering what your plans are later. we need to get some supplies for the party." eddie says cheerfully, and you swallow. god, couldn't he have called any other time? at least this will be quick.

you jolt but keep quiet as you feel richie's fingers gently run through your slick folds, thumb teasing your clit. you let out a short whine and gulp, "oh, uh, yeah i can-can hang out later, just not now-" you swallow. your face feels on fire, excited by the idea of possibly being caught.

"you okay, y/n?" eddie asks genuinely, sounding concerned. you bite your lip so hard you think it may draw blood as you gasp, "yeah, just...not feeling good." you say, sharply inhaling as richie quietly chuckles. you send him a glare.

"richie and i are c-cleaning his room and there's... it's hard work." you mutter breathlessly as you go up on one elbow, eyeing richie as he smirks, his hand trailing down to stroke his cock. you barely resist a moan as you watch him, biting your lip as you wish you could have him in your mouth.

"okay..." eddie says absently, immediately dismissing your excuse as he launches into a conversation with you asking about what you're bringing to mike's surprise party on saturday. you're biting your lip as you fall back onto the mattress, heart racing as you think back to twenty seconds ago when richie's cock was inside you. "-and, you know, i think richie's bringing weed and some handles, but maybe if you still have your fake you could try and get us some-"

but you accidentally cut eddie's sentence off with a sharp gasp tailed with a moan, because as you were listening to eddie, richie lined himself back up to your entrance and pushed straight into you.

your eyes are wide as you stare at richie, watching as he winks at you, finger going to his lips in a shush motion. you hate how immediate your shivers of lust flow through you, as richie starts to slowly thrust into you again. you roll your eyes but your face heats up as eddie's voice breaks the silence over the phone, "y/n, wh... -are you sure you're doing fine?"

you pull your hand off your mouth, "yes! yes, i just-" you cough to cover up a moan as richie spits down onto your dripping cunt and starts to thrust harder, "i stubbed my fucking toe." richie's smirking darkly at your words, looking down at you as his large hand creeps up your body, splaying across your breasts and then to your neck, ghosting a squeeze before slipping a finger into your open, panting mouth.

his other hand finds purchase on the skin of your thighs and he winks at you, moving his hips and hitting the perfect spot inside you. the pleasure you feel has your eyes falling back, toes curling.

"oh. well make sure if it's bad that you ice it, because one time my ma stubbed her toe and she had to stay in bed for a week," and then eddie launches into a quick story and you hum along to make it seem like you're listening even though all you can think about is richie and how his hand is tweaking your nipples, splaying across your sternum, as you suck on his fingers.

then he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and presses them to your clit, rubbing in a pattern that has you seeing stars.

"-wait, you said you're with richie?" eddie asks and you cough, throat caught after having richie's hand on it, "yes, he's- he’s right here." you say breathlessly.

"can you let me ask him something?"

your eyes widen and you gasp a bit, making eye contact with richie. "s-sure, here he is." richie's giddy face as he grabs the phone from you makes you nervous, but you bite your lip as he mutters, "hey, eds."

it's quiet for a bit as eddie's voice drawls along on the other line and suddenly richie's pushing your legs up towards your shoulders and speeding up his thrusts, the deep angle almost making you scream in pleasure. his hand falls over your mouth, keeping you quiet as he leans over you, pumping into you and making tears of pleasure form in the corner of your eyes.

richie mutters, “mhm? yeah, yeah.” to eddie, but the sultry way he’s staring at you and the way your nails are raking down his back make you wonder if the words are also for you.

"yeah, she's helping me out, she's always so good like that." richie says, voice shockingly even for the way that he's fucking you into your mattress. and yeah, that definitely is for you.

the desperation and pleasure creep up on you alarmingly quick and you can't help the whimpers that quietly escape you - you thank god for the loud fan in your room to cover your noises.

richie hums to eddie a few more times, then he slaps your thigh gently as you try to close your legs from the pleasure, knowing when you cum you won't be able to keep quiet. it makes you feel even closer, though. "yeah, eds, i can do that. now listen, i got something important to finish off here so i'm going to give you back to my girl."

you bite your lip, feeling warm as you squirm under richie's touch, hands shakily taking the phone back from him and then richie’s kneeling above you, fucking you down into the mattress and filling you up fully. "eddie," you gasp, "i also have to go, i'll - i'll call you later?" you say, trying your hardest to hold off your orgasm as richie spits on your chest, licking and biting and leaving a love bite in the same spot as he thrusts hard into you.

"sure, bye y/n!" eddie chirps.

and then the second your finger presses the off button you're a begging mess, eyes screwing shut as you reach up to grip richie's neck. his hands push your knees up towards your head, hitting a spot that has you clenching around him, legs shaking as your chest stutters.

"please, richie, god, i'm going to kill you for that." you hiss, causing him to grin, "i fucking hate you, i hate you." you mutter, smacking his cheek lightly. the grin after you leave the smack makes you even closer to the edge, and his hands grip your tits as he leans towards your ear.

his strokes are hitting you deep and hotly as he chuckles, "you liked it. i saw it in your face. pathetic desperation. i can feel it." he whispers against your clammy skin, his fingers brushing against your slick heat as he mutters. your cheeks are hot in embarrassment, and you whimper in need.

you bite your lip hard, resisting a moan as a sharp cry falls from your lips, shaking as you beg, "richie, just - please, let me cum. please."

"you're so pretty when you beg, look at you. perfect little whore, talkin' on the phone to my best friend while i fuck you." he mutters, hand caressing your burning cheek as you whimper. "all mine, so eager and willing to do whatever i want."

you nod, "yes, i'm yours, just - please, please." you whimper. "please say i can cum."

he smiles as he kisses your nose, "would you do whatever i want?”

you stutter an exhale, “yes! fuck, richie, yes, yes i would. i’m yours.”

he smiles, “cum, then." you do after the next three thrusts, shaking and gasping and calling richie's name. the euphoria rushes through your body and makes your eyes roll back, chest rising and falling as richie rides you through your high.

only a minute later, richie pulls out of you, hand moving to pump himself. "my perfect slut." he mutters as you sit up slightly on shaky elbows, tongue out and mouth open as you pant, richie's hand moving in quick movements as he chases his own high. then he's grabbing your neck and pulling you toward him, moans leaving his lips as he cums in spurts onto your open tongue and down your chin, a bit dripping onto your chest. his thumb caresses you, opening your mouth wider and smearing his cum on your lips, wiping it from your tits and slapping them lightly, pinching your nipples and making you grin up at him.

and his chest is heaving as he smiles down at you, shaking his head as you swallow his cum, "christ, you're perfect doll." you tug his arms so that he falls down onto you and you're both chuckling as you become a tangled mess of limbs and beating hearts and blushy cheeks, sticky bodies cuddling close.

"he's going to find out." you say after a few seconds. richie hums, "what makes you say that, sugar? it's not like you were all 'richie, fuck me harder, please, yes!' while you were on the phone. that was only after." he teases, and you smack his chest lightly, "shut the fuck up, richie. i hate you." you say through a laugh. he's laughing too as he pulls you even closer, kissing your hairline, "i love you so much, y/n." he says, smiling giddily.

you pull his chin to you, kissing him sweetly. "i love you too, richie. but eddie's going to your place later, he's going to see that we didn't clean the room."

richie laughs, shrugging as he runs a hand through his messy curls, "let 'em guess. it's funnier that way." and then he's kissing you, rolling on top of you and tickling your sides as you scream and squeal.

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1tad0ri · 3 years

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OKAY hey girl lemme j say how invested in this blog i am going to be . okay . so uh yuuji being the horny shit he is and texting you late at night to come to his room n you barely get through the door b4 he’s grabbing at you n telling you how much he missed your body n how he was *thinking* of you before n j URGH lemme get dat pls 🤲🤲

warning: body worship, eating out

itadori yuuji x fem!reader

AHDHSJJS FIRST OF ALL THANK YOUUU that’s so sweet!!! <3 second of all, girl i gotchu

“for fuck’s sake.” the shuffle of your sneakers along the corridor was almost too loud in the otherwise quiet space, phone screen lit up and reflecting back at you as you scrolled through the text messages that had gotten you into this situation in the first place.

one peaceful night was what you wanted. one goddamn full night’s rest. oh... but it was so hard to ignore him, no matter what time he texted you.

the amount of times you wanted to pretend to be asleep was outshone by the fact that you always wanted to talk to yuuji. eccentric and playful, he hit all the points on your ‘boyfriend checklist.’

arriving in front of his door, you sighed, clicking your phone screen off and stuffing the device into your back pocket—you hoped that he hadn’t asked you to come over to play uno at 2 a.m. again. the “can you please come over?” text had been fairly ominous, but truthfully you wouldn’t mind just cuddling up to him and falling asleep if he wanted.

you twisted the doorknob—he always left his room unlocked like a dummy (a cute dummy) and by this point you knew to spare yourself the knocking, knowing a reply of “it’s open!” would just reach you from inside.

the door creaked open under a single push and you stepped inside the familiar room, the movement already rehearsed in your mind during the walk from your dorm over to his.

“yuuji, what do you-”

heavy lips against the corner of your mouth interrupted you when someone pulled you into their chest—they’d missed your own lips in their haste but your mouth fell open in shock all the same, you squeaking as you stumbled into their arms, trying to find something to grab ahold of. your hands found warm shoulders to dig into as your regained your balance and you barely registered the click of the door shut behind you.

steady now, you untangled yourself from the person, pulling back to find yuuji staring back at you—of course it was him, this was his room after all.

he was already diving back into your lips before you could speak, and you know what? you let him. his mouth was hot when it pressed to yours and when his hand on your back pushed your waist closer to him and you felt the nudge of something hard against your leg, you decided he could do whatever he wanted to you at that point.

your arms travelled up from his shoulders to loop around his neck properly and he held you against him, so sweet and boyish when his tongue hungrily nudged between your lips, asking for entrance.

yuuji tilted his head back from yours enough to speak once he’d had his fill of shoving his tongue down your throat, hands wandering down to rub at you through your shorts. “do you know how long i’ve been thinking about this?” his voice was husky, eyes glazed over—he was lost to his desires already.

his fingers cupped your mound, shoving the pads of them against your cunt through the fabric, making you whine. “fuck, you’re so perfect.” a quick kiss to your lips. “always so much better than what i imagine.” another kiss, but this time, when he tried to pull away, you tugged him back.

you ground down on his fingers, nipping at his lips, legs shaking. “yuuji, h-harder.” he did as he was told, pressing along your underside blindly until he found your clit, knowing it was the right spot when you let out a surprised, “oh—”

then his hands were back on your sides (despite how much he loved the feeling of you melting against his chest from barely anything at all, the heat radiating from your pussy evident even without him directly touching it) and when he whispered, “jump,” into your ear, you did as you were told, his arms catching you easily and hoisting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your cores together. once again, you were thanking the universe for blessing you with such a strong boyfriend.

yuuji was pushing his face into your neck, breathing you in, babbling, tasting the skin—everything. “i’ve missed you. missed you so, so much.” his lips tickled, leaving behind a trail of fire and goosebumps in their wake, and you were holding onto him for dear life—it was as though sometimes he didn’t realize what he did to you (actually, you were sure that was the case now that you thought about it). he was always so needy, just a few hours apart seeming to drive him wild. it was flattering and you also maybe found it a little more hot than you probably should.

“couldn’t cum without you. mmm... needed your pretty pussy.” fuck. he just kept talking and talking, and the thought of him laying on his bed, frustrated, cock gripped in his palm as he fantasized about you only a few doors down was filling your mind, your wild imagination going straight to the building heat in your body.

from this angle, your head was just a little above his and you pushed lightly on the back of his neck to bury his face further into you, breath hitching when he bit at your collarbone. “don’t worry, i’m here now, baby. you can do whatever you want,” you cooed, finding it hard to keep your voice steady.

his movements paused for a moment, only his warm breath continuing to fan against you, and then he looked up, eyes wide. “really?”

leaning down to peck his nose, you swallowed thickly at the look in his eyes, nodding. “really.”

your head spun when he immediately turned on his heels away from the door and instead walked further into the room, dropping you onto the bed not far away. you bounced when you landed on the soft surface and tried to sit up, but yuuji was already crawling between your legs, hands planted on the covers as he leaned up to kiss you, gently pushing you to lay down. you allowed yourself to fall completely back, heart beating as you stared at the ceiling. yeah, you had ended up on his bed like you thought you were going to but... it seemed like your plans of cuddling had gone completely out the window.

a tug at your shorts had you glancing downwards, seeing that he had wasted no time settling in front of you, nipping at your thighs and tugging at your bottoms. yuuji met your burning gaze when he felt it on him, his lips attached to your upper thigh—it was a pretty sight, the blooming reds resulting from none other than your own handiwork on his mouth. his eyes were wide and lustful—cute yet making your stomach do flips as only he could.

“let me taste you, please.” hoarse voice begging, he was already running a finger close to your still-covered crotch, blinking up at you and waiting for permission. he was desperate, eyes flicking down momentarily to work your shorts down just over your hip bones as he placed a lopsided kiss to your clit through them. his eyes were back on yours. “can i? you want to cum on my tongue, don’t you? you’re going to let me tongue fuck you, yeah?”

fuck, fuck, fuck. “oh my god,” you whispered, taking in his wide blown pupils. you frantically nodded at his words, if only to shut him up before you came from that.

yuuji grinned and you were absolutely done with him because it was the same cheesy smile he always gave you and, quite frankly, it wasn’t fair if he was doing it while slick dripped out of you and onto his fingers holding your underwear to the side. you wanted to hate him for driving you wild by just being him, but it turns out you were incapable of that as well.

he buried his face in your clothed cunt, pressing light kisses to it and murmuring praise about how you were so perfect, fingers working to blindly pull your bottoms down. you helped him by shimming out of them and kicking them off to the side (shoes tumbling off when you pressed them off at the heel—you’d also pulled your phone out of your pocket and chucked it somewhere further up the bed for safe keeping in a single moment of clarity), spreading your legs for him to lean down between again, knees bent and feet planted firmly on the bed.

he took a moment to admire your pussy, the dripping lips fully on display before him, and for once he was quiet, nearly drooling.

“yuu-”

his tongue was on the folds and licking a stripe up, your thighs closing in to squeeze his head closer in surprise and you pulling on his hair, your grip so strong you were almost afraid of some of the strands coming loose (or you would be if you could think straight that is).

his hands locked around your thighs and he slid you closer to him, licking and sucking as though he were starved. you yelped and clung to the bed sheets as he dragged you closer, completely caught off guard by everything and legs burning as they bounced from the onslaught at your core. “yuuji-”

“such a good girl, opening yourself up to me.” he kissed your clit, lips so soft, and humming praise. “love it when you spread open for me. fuck, love it so much, always thinking about it.”

when yuuji’s tongue poked at your heat and then wiggled its way past the entrance, slipping in with little resistance from your wet hole, curses and whines fell from your lips. he worked the muscle in and out of you, curling it perfectly against your walls to hit the weak spots inside of you before he removed it to speak again, caught up in his own thoughts, saying anything that came to mind. his lack of filter had you pressing your fingers into the back of his head with a death grip, mind reeling.

“you’re perfect, so perfect. i love this pretty pussy.” yuuji flattened his tongue against your slit, words vibrating into you. “gonna make you cum from just my tongue. going to make this pretty pussy cum from just my tongue.” and that he did. if there was anything yuuji was, it was someone who could deliver on his promises. “it’s what my pretty baby deserves.”

you don’t know how long it took him, whether it be a few short minutes or long hours that had flashed by (you had your bet on the former considering you were already ready to cum for him as soon as he’d set to work kissing and grinding against you as soon as you’d walked in the door, although you truthfully wouldn’t be surprised at either option), but yuuji hadn’t let up once on you until you were coming undone all over his tongue, too fucked out of your mind to try to last any longer. his tongue just kept going, sliding along your folds to take up everything, relishing the taste of your jucies.

your legs were jumping at the feeling, chest heaving, and you tugged at his hair to pull him up—it was so good, yet almost too much—

when he finally emerged, lower half of his face covered in slick, he was on you again, pinning you to the mattress and kissing you—he’d quickly swiped the back of his hand across his face so it wasn’t too wet, but you could still taste yourself on his tongue, mumbling around him at the taste.

“yuuji—”

even though he had finally left your cunt alone, you still felt overwhelmed as his hands drew shapes over your skin, tracing up your sides and running over your curves. “perfect—fuck—you’re so perfect. your body is perfect, perfect, perfect. want you so baddd.”

you whimpered into his mouth, unable to reply in any other way. yuuji was nuzzling his face against yours, lips landing everywhere and no where at once. “you tasted so good,” he practically moaned at the memory. he licked his lips to taste you all over again and you could feel the wetness against the side of your mouth when he did so, your faces pressed so close together you could feel every little pull of his facial muscles.

“yuuji— ugh, fuck.” you shoved your hand in front of his mouth to stop him for a moment, his latest kiss landing on your palm and still somehow making you shiver.

his eyes were wide as he blinked down at you, hands stilled on your stomach. “babe?” his voice was muffled around your hand. “did i... did i do something wrong?”

“wha- yuuji, what? baby, no, of course not.” he let you pull him to rest on your chest and you stroked his hair soothingly as he tried to peer up at you, straining his neck. “you did so well. made me cum so well.” you kissed his forehead and he squeezed one eye closed when you did so, melting at the feeling. “i just think it’s time to help you out a little, hm?”

you cut off the protest he was surely about to make about how getting you off was enough for him when your leg purposefully brushed against the front of him, his dick solid on you even under the layers. he groaned and buried his face further into your chest. the opening and closing of his lips in silent pants rubbed on your breasts still hidden under your t-shirt—you didn’t even think he was aware of it, but you sure were—and he nodded meekly in reply when you mumbled out a quiet, “okay, baby?” into his hair.

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allywritesforfun · 3 years

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hey i really enjoyed your nightly routine post with wilbur? i was wondering if you could do something similar but in the morning instead?

awe my love! I'm glad that you enjoyed the nightly the routine... here is the morning routine!

{Morning Routine} Wilbur Soot x Reader

summary: you and wilbur made a nightly routine video that blew up more than you have thought, so now its time to do a morning routine!

pronouns: not mentioned

word count: 2280

trigger warnings: swearing, mention of a knife for going chop chop, this was too cute for even me to handle and it came from my hands

a/n: my god is this long! I really got carried away. I could've made this into two parts but whatevs

a/n pt 2: takes place after the “Nightly Routines” but not directly connected

regular masterlist

wilbur masterlist

You deeply groaned as you fluttered your eyes open. This was not a great time to wake up. You really wanted another hour of sleep, but you knew you had work to get done today.

You looked behind you. You smiled at the sight of Wilbur in his sweet slumber, his arm lazily draped over your waist. Wilbur very much loved to be in bed with you. If he could, he would spend all day there, just you in his arms and some soft lofi in the background.

That was something very rare to get. Being a streamer and musician, Wilbur was busy almost all the time and rarely took a day off. Mornings and nights were dedicated to you. However, there were times that you would stream with him, or stop by the office to give him food, but nothing was compared to waking up with him.

“Oh shit,” You whispered, “We’re supposed to do morning vlog today.”

You looked around for Wilbur’s camera, which was no where to be found. You settled on stretching over to nightstand and unplugging your phone. You looked back at Wilbur to make sure he was still sleeping. You could tell he was by the gentle raise and fall of his chest and subtle “Ah-woo”. You just knew that was the perfect way to start the vlog. You recored him for about ten seconds of him doing his ‘not really a snore but definitely something’ and giggled almost the whole way through.

You would think that after living with him for two months and the multiple sleepovers that you’ve had with him, that you would be used to it by now. But even today you still giggled just like you did when you first woke up with him.

You snuck yourself out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. Once arrived you did the intro, “Good morning chat! It is currently about 6:30 in the morning, and as you realize, I am the only one awake. As you saw, Wilbur is still sound asleep and that how it is every morning. So we’re going to vlog our morning routine today, which I promise is way more interesting than the nightly routine vlog. So, Wilbur is literally the best person ever and deserves the world. And his world, besides me of course, is his morning coffee. So I’m going to use our Keurig to get his coffee started.”

You stopped the recording and decided to get some of your creativity out. You weren’t musical like Wilbur and can't draw for shit, so videography was your way of being creative. You set your phone the in the corner and opened up the blind to let a little bit of light through. It still looked basic so you moved your plant to the background, which added the perfect look. You started brewing and hit record.

While that was going, you measured out the creamer and syrup and grabbed your sippy cup for your chocolate milk. No judgement here. We all know chocolate milk tastes better in sippy cups.

The brew came to a slow stop and you grabbed the camera, “Wasn't that a satisfactory angle chat? Now, I am more of an iced coffee person, so in the morning I have water or chocolate milk, and today is definitely a chocolate milk day.” You raised your cup to the camera and fake ‘clinked’ it, cutting the recording when it was closest to the camera. You finished up making Wilbur’s coffee and set it on the living room table.

You looked at the time, 6:50 am, now was a good time to get Wilbur up. You always let his coffee sit out for a little bit, that way he could drink it the second that he woke up. You threw some napkins under your drinks and moved another plant over there. You wanted your place to look aesthetically pleasing, even if it was a little bit staged. You did a transition with your cup, this time now on the table.

“Okay chat, we all now mr. simpbur is a snuggler so we don't have breakfast in the kitchen, instead we share on the couch, that way we can get all of our snuggles in before he has to leave for the office. I have everything set up, normally I would prepare breakfast too, but I feel like cooking with Wilbur this morning. We’ll do this about once a week for some bonding time, so let's go get him up,” You decided to keep recording, just in case Wilbur woke up from your loss of presence.

You creaked the door open, Wilbur was still asleep. He adjusted his body for that he was hugging a pillow, who you assumed was your replacement. You laid down next to him and just took a moment to admire him. It was moments like this that you forgot that you were internet personalities. This was you. This was Wilbur. Both of you living your life without needing to exaggerate yourself. This was Wilbur at his purest form. He was all relaxed, not even aware that he was being recorded.

You scooted closer to him and intertwined your legs with him. You brushed his bangs with the back of your hands and gently placed your lips on your forehead. He stirred a little bit, but not enough to wake him up. You took the pillow from him and wrapped your body around his, “Wilbur, my love, it's about seven, you need to get up.”

You could tell he woke up by him pulling you closer and burying his head only you neck. You gently massaged his head and twirled his curls between your fingers, “Come on Will, I got your coffee made already. We need to start breakfast.”

He shook his head and kissed your shoulder, “Mine.”

You laughed, “Yes Will, and ‘yours’ is hungry, let’s get up and eat.”

He slowly nodded and pulled you closer, “Mmmm... I love you.”

“I love you too, simpbur.”

He snapped his head up at the nickname and saw the camera, “Fuck-that’s today?”

You giggled and detached yourself from, “Say good morning to chat.”

He shook his head and buried it in his pillow out of embarrassment. You stop recording and put your phone on the stand. Just seeing Wilbur all flustered was enough to make you go back to bed. You laid back down with him and pulled him on top of you.

“We’re gonna have to re-record that part,” Wilbur mentioned.

You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, which he happily leaned into, “No bubs, we gotta keep it in. It was a very cute moment.”

He shook his head aggressively, “No! That was embarrassing!”

“Too bad, it’s on my phone so I get to chose what goes in.”

He huffed and grabbed your hand, accepting defeat, “You said you made my coffee?”

You two got up and sat down on the couch. Wilbur took you into his arms the second he took his first sip, his personal way of saying ‘thank you, you’re the best person to ever exist’.

“What are you feeling for breakfast?” You asked.

“You,” Wilbur joked, kissing your temple.

You gently pushed him, “No actually, I really want yogurt, so pick something that goes well with that.”

“Can we just make a fruit plate?”

You excitedly nodded, if it wasn't for Wilbur, you would not be eating healthy. He really made sure that you were going to live as long as he did. Neither of you could live without the other. If something crazy didn't happen to you, you were going to die from a broken heart.

Wilbur grabbed your phone and started recording, “So um, good morning chat, I’ve had some coffee and more awake now. What you just saw- no you fucking didn't. We’re on the sofa right now and we decided on a fruit plate with yogurt this morning, trying to be a little healthier considering we had ice cream at one am last night. So we’re gonna make that off camera, because if you guys get us to six million subs, we’ll do a cooking stream!”

“Oh we are now?” You questioned. “I was never told about this.”

Wilbur laughed and kissed your temple, “Well you know now, that's good enough innit?”

You shook your head and placed your hand over the camera, Wilbur stopped the recording. You go the fruit out while Wilbur prepared the sink for rinsing and knives for chopping.

You made the plate look all nice and took it back to the couch. Wilbur placed his arm back over you and grabbed the remote with is free hand while you centered your phone.

“Okay chat, we’re gonna eat and watch tv for a bit, then you're gonna get ready with us. Wilbur has a test shoot at the office today, so we gotta make him look all pretty and obviously personal hygiene is a must... so yeah, brb.”

You two set up another game show to watch, it sorta became your go to show. Especially because there was no storyline and you could talk when you wanted. This was a pretty chill morning, you two enjoyed each other's presence.

When you finished up, Wilbur took the dishes and you went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little bit. You heard Wilbur go into his closet, so you started recording, “Okay chat, last thing we do before he leaves is actually get ready. Wilbur is getting changed right now so I’m gonna brush my hair out. I can get a little aggressive with the snarls and Wilbur always thinks I'm ripping my hair out so I always do it when he's not around to make sure he doesn't get worried.”

You set the phone in the corner and set it up to record a time lapse. You heard off in distance some light pop type of music, so you knew that Wilbur got his speaker out.

“Are you playing copyrighted music?” You called.

“It’s released Lovejoy!”

You smiled, you always got giddy seeing how happy Wilbur was able to make himself with his own music. You set your brush down and started to wet your toothbrush, Wilbur slid into frame, already jamming out to his own music.

You covered your mouth with your hand stifled your laughter. Wilbur laughed with you and tugged on your waist, trying to get you to dance with him. You aggressively shook your head no, you hated dancing. You would think by now that you would be used to Wilbur and his random dance breaks, but you never came around.

You looked down in shame as Wilbur attempted to get you to spin around. Once you made it clear that you were not in the mood to dance, Wilbur turned down the music and waddle over to the counter.

You grabbed the camera, “If someone wants a very tall British man, you can come get him. Warning: not fun dance outbreaks.”

“Oh come on now, y/n!” Wilbur wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head on yours, “Stop pretending like you don't like to dance.” “You know I hate dancing,” You reminded him.

“Well chat, apparently I’m not allowed to have any fun in the morning? But anyway, that was a joke, but- we do really have to get ready. Should we do this Disney Channel style?”

You laughed and shook your head, “No, I think I just want to make sure you don't miss your meeting.”

“That’s at nine! We have time! Please let me have fun with you! It’s going to be such a stressful day!” He pouted with the cutest puppy dogs eyes.

There was no way that you could say no to him, “Alright, what fun we having?”

Wilbur said nothing and prepared his toothbrush like yours, “Last one to finish brushing their teeth has to do the dishes tonight.”

You hated dishes. You were winning this one. You didn't even wait for a countdown. You instantly grabbed your toothbrush and turned on the water with lightening speed.

“What?!” Wilbur yelled. “That’s not fair!”

You did your best to bump him away, but it literally did nothing. Both of you were laughing very hard but Wilbur quickly caught up. You both fought with your hands, trying to cup a decent amount water. You both managed to get the water into your mouth and you turned to face Wilbur, it came down to who could rinse the fastest. You two just stared at each other, wishing the water around. You were dead serious. You were not doing the dishes tonight. Wilbur kept flaunting his hands around trying get himself to go faster, which ended up in him completely breaking out in laughter and spitting all over your face. It took you by surprise and all that you could you do was laugh to yourself, you eventually spit the water out in the sink, raising your hands in victory.

“I am so sorry, love!” Wilbur took your hand and guided you into his arms, gently running his hand up and down your back, “I didn't think that would be that hilarious.” “It’s okay,” You laughed and looked back in the mirror. You were completely drenched shoulder up, “It was fun. Better to happen to me than you, you look really nice today for the shoot.” “Thank you,” Wilbur blushed and turned you around, “I think that is enough recording for today. All that we have left to do is leave so... thank you for watching! Subscribe now and remember, cooking stream at six mil! Bye guys!”

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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Sweet Pea Pt. 5

Summary: Your father is the leader of a biker gang, you got out and moved away, years later you return searching someone out with only one person to turn to. (I suck at summaries sorry)

Warnings: Smut, cursing, lil fluffy, lil angsty, tobacco use, oral (m receiving), light praise kink, 18+ ONLY

AU: Beefy Biker Bucky x Fem Reader

AN: Requests and asks are always open! Reblog and feed back appreciated!

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

SWEET PEA MASTERLIST

GIF NOT MINE

"Fuck! Fucking shit!" You cursed, kicking at the parking block in front of Bucky's truck, where you had been pacing since you walked out of the jail a few minutes before.

Bucky chuckled at your frustrated state and place a hand on your back. "Hey, Sugar. Don't take it out on the poor the wheel stopper."

Raking your hands through your hair from aggravation, you stepped away from him and sucked in a sharp breath. "The money is gone, Bucky. I'm fucked. I don't have a job."

Realization hit and you leaned your back against the grill of his truck, putting your face into your hands. "Oh, fuck. I don't have a job."

"You're not fucked, sweet pea. Just stay here, I can get you a job at the bar." Bucky offered, making you glare at. "I'm not staying. As soon as we get back to town I'm leaving."

He flicked his cigarette to the dirt and slowly exhaled the smoke as he stepped closer to you, his broad frame towering over you.

Looking at him through your eyelashes, you waited for what he was going to say next. "Spend one last day with me. Not at a party, or a bar."

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and held your wrists, rubbing small circles against your skin with his thumbs.

"Get some food to-go from the diner and I'll take you to our old spot. New York can wait one more day."

You shook your head at him, pulling your wrists from his hands to cross your arms over your chest. "J.B. if this is your way of getting me to stay-"

You stopped when he placed his cool metal fingers under your chin to tilt your head up. "No, no. Just wanna spend one more day with my girl before I have to say goodbye."

His next move was a breath taking kiss that made your head spin, his tongue slipping between your lips to press against yours.

You weren't sure what his angle was, but you weren't going to give into it.

"I'm not your girl." You mumbled against his lips.

He hummed when he pulled away, hands moving to hold the sides of your neck. "Until you leave you are. So, for now, get in the truck."

The ride back to town was silent, besides the quiet music coming from the radio and soft taps Bucky's metal fingers made against the steering wheel occasionally.

You were trying to rack through your thoughts, figure out what the hell you were going to do when you got back to New York.

The money had been dispersed to different people your father owed, the rest spent at various liquor stores and motels.

"Drunk bastard." You murmured to yourself, letting your head fall back against the headrest. "You'll figure it out, Doll." Bucky said, jamming the truck in park when he pulled in a parking spot outside the diner.

"Your order still the same?"

One nod from you and he reached his arm through the rolled down window to pull the outside handle. "You really should fix your door handle, its been broke for 3 years."

"Why would I do that when there's a perfectly good one on the outside of the door?" He joked before walking to the door of the diner.

You got your phone out and debated on whether you would unblock his number or not, staring down at the screen.

Your thumb hovered over the red button beside his name, chewing your bottom lip as you thought it over.

There was always the choice of blocking it again if he pulled the stunt of blowing your phone up again like last time.

"Shit..." You breathed a heavy sigh and dropped the phone into your lap, rubbing your hands over your face. "Fucking Bucky."

"What'd I do?" He chuckled from the rolled down window. "Nothing."

He sat the food and drinks on the seat between you and patted your thigh. "Stop stressing."

You reached your hand into the bag to snag some fries as he pulled out of the parking spot, Bucky glancing at you.

"You better not think you're giving me the half empty fries, sweet pea." He chuckled as you ate the few in your hand. "Mind your business, Barnes."

"The fries are my business."

The distance to the small pond the two of you use to go to was short, not even 5 minutes from the diner.

You grabbed the food and Bucky got out to drop the tailgate, watching you struggle to lift yourself up on it. "No help needed, not at all." You snarked at him.

The corner of his lips tugged into a half smile as he joined you.

"Whatever happened to Sam?" You asked, looking out to the pond as the two of you ate. "He moved last year, comes back to visit sometimes though. Unlike somebody."

Rolling your eyes at him, you flipped him off. "Why did you leave like you did? I mean me, not town."

His jaw clenched and he turned his head to look at you. "Started to hurt too much when you'd flirt with other women..."

Your words cut deep, making his heart sink to his stomach and he shook his head. "I never meant anything by it. Just mindless, idiotic words." He shrugged.

"Except for when you acted on them."

He could see the light swell of tears coating your eyes and his face dropped. "Baby, it was one time."

You gently shook your head, chewing on the inside of your cheek and pursing your lips.

"Three." Was all you said, the hurt look on your face shattering Bucky's hard exterior.

He remembered the time on the road trip, but had completely forgotten about when Sam had caught him with his tongue down someone's throat at the bar and you were immediately told.

And the time he shamelessly danced with a girl at the bar, not even a month after you agreed to go from hooking up to being in a relationship.

You looked back to the pond and he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, whispering a sorry into your hair.

Shaking your head,, you tried to lighten to mood with a better memory. "Remember when we went skinny dipping in this pond." You said with a sad laugh.

He frowned at the words. "A fish deep throated my toe." You let out a real laugh at that, rolling your eyes. "You're being dramatic, it swam over your foot."

"I definitely remember being toe knuckle deep in that fishes mouth."

"Shut up and eat your fries."

______

You expected to be dropped off at your dads apartment and Bucky to whine around about staying.

Not, him talking you into staying the night with him when he went to drop you off, then being pressed against the inside of his door with his tongue down your throat and your pants being jerked down your legs.

"Need you." He moaned, rocking his hips into your front as you bit a bruise at the base of his neck. "What happened to 'one last time'?" You teased, pulling him with you by his shirt towards the bed.

"I lied." He was quick to shed himself of his clothes as you sat on the edge of the bed and pulled your shirt off.

The sight in front of you was glorious, his bicep flexing as he fisted over his dick a few times, he was like a perfectly carved statue.

You reached to grab his hips and tug him to stand closer in front of you, cock twitching as he thought over what you were about to do.

You wrapped your hand around his shaft and glanced up at him, his pupils blown with lust, the darkened blue a barely visible ring around them.

A low groan from his chest added to the wetness between your legs as you pumped your hand, thumb rubbing over the tip to spread his precum.

"C'mon, baby. Wanna stuff your mouth." He panted, tangling his hand in the back of your hair.

Slowly, you took him in your mouth, tongue going flat around him to feel the bulging vein on the underside of his cock.

His moans came out in rasps, fingers clutching your hair so tight they had to have pulled a few strands out.

You massaged his thick thighs and continued to bob your head, making sure to hollow your cheeks and look up at him through your eyelashes with watery eyes when his tip hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck... Keep looking at me, doll." He hissed, jaw clenched, eyebrows knitted together and chest heaving. "Such a good girl, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth."

When you gently grazed your teeth along the vein he tugged your hair back. "S-stop. Don't wanna come yet." He breathed, pulling away from you with a pop.

He laid on his back and pulled you to straddle his hips. "Want you to ride me first, sweet pea."

In one fluid motion he filled you, both of you moaning at the sensation. His hands gripping your waist to press you down as far as you could and guide your hips in a grind.

You tried to bounce on him but he just pressed down to stop your movements. "No, no, baby. Not yet." He panted, face still flushed.

"Buck, please." You keen, leaning your hands against his chest. His grip loosened and he helped you bounce on him.

His hands moved to grope your chest, watching himself disappear inside of you again and again, moans falling freely from your lips as you chased your high.

"Just like that, babygirl, don't stop. Oh, god, don't stop." Bucky groaned, kneading your breasts as your head lulled forward, eyes closed and jaw slack.

You couldn't form a coherent sentence from the waves of pleasure, his words and praises sending shivers along your body, egging you on.

"So close." You whimpered, nails digging into his abdomen and walls clenching around him from the familiar sensation building up in the pit of your stomach.

"I know, doll. Be a good girl and come for me, I'm right behind you." He pressed small circles against your clit and your movements slowed, crying out his name like it was the only word you knew.

He cursed under his breath, digging his fingers into your hips to rock them against him, his hot release filling you.

"So fucking good." He hummed, barely audible over the ringing in your ears as he sat up to catch your lips in his and moan into your mouth.

The mixed release leaked down and coated the insides of your thighs, riding your highs out with soft, slow kisses. "Let me clean you up, sweet pea."

All you could do was nod, still trying to ground yourself as he laid you on your back before disappearing into the bathroom to come out moments later with a wet cloth.

After cleaning up, you slid under the covers and he pulled you to his chest.

You couldn't sleep, for the past hour you had been laying pressed front to front against Bucky, his metal arm draped over your waist and you gently tracing over his strong features as he slept, earning soft hums occasionally in return.

You had yet to figure out what the hell his angle was.

The Bucky you remembered was a cocky shithead with the highest libido you'd encountered and a handsome face to go with it. So, where the hell did this sweet, love making Bucky that hadn't even looked in another females direction, come from?

Although before, it wasn't always paced fucking, he'd never went as slow as he did earlier that morning the entire time.

He'd always try going slow then become feral from the soft sounds you made and absolutely ruin you.

Maybe going back to New York was going to be a bad idea. No job or money.

No Bucky.

You traced your thumb over his lips, leaning to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, finally admitting to yourself that you'd miss Bucky Barnes.

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toiletwipes · 3 years

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and i'd give up forever to touch you

chapter eight. saturday, wait.

Summary: Will is waking up and smelling the roses, coming to grip and accepting that you're a huge comfort to him, though you seem to be in the middle of your own silent debacle.

ao3. ~1.7k. masterlist.

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he wasn’t awake but he wasn’t asleep. in that middle part where it’s a floating feeling, as if you’re being lowered back into your bed after a night of flying dreams. not that he dreamt of flying, most dreams were incoherent and oftentimes, forgotten.

but he comes to as he tunes into the sounds of the waking world. a radio playing in the background, dishes clattering amongst other things, a soft voice humming, and feet shuffling against the wooden floorboards. and rolling in the soft, warm blanket, he finds himself reaching out beside him, looking for something, or someone, as his arm meets an almost cold space. as if someone had been long gone. taking a sniff, he doesn’t recognize the smell on the blankets or pillows and he begrudgingly opens the first eye, twitching till both of them are open fully.

it’s your bedroom, and the light is peaking in through the corner but your door is closed, as if someone had closed it after leaving him alone.

closing his eyes, he takes the moment to just cherish the way his bones melt in your mattress, sinking into the welcomed feeling.

and as the moment slows down and time seems to stop, he hears the front door slam and rosie’s voice echoing against the walls. “you won’t believe the shit that i had to go through this morning, guys.” guys? his curiosity peaked and then, as he looked the camera on your dresser in the eye and then the one tucked by the clutter in the corner, he decides he has to get up.

it was just the three of them when they got home- when they got here, wasn’t it? they hadn’t picked anyone else up, you were exhausted by the time you two entered the dorm.

had rosie invited someone over in the time you were gone? or, seeing as she just arrived, had she invited someone before she left? questions running through his head without so much as an answer for any of them, he tries to leave your bed before he’s shackled to the damn mattress with doubt.

tripping over his own shoes, he fumbles with getting a hold on anything before breathing heavily, and attempting to control it.

when he feels like he’s failed, he kicks the shoes away from him and out of the way, feet scuffling against the floor as he pulls the door open slowly, as if he didn’t want to be discovered leaving the room.

also failed at that.

“morning, will, you’re just in time for breakfast!” you cut off whatever rosie was ranting about, smiling at him as you wash some dishes from cooking whatever it was. seemed to be eggs and sausage and the bag of questionables rosie was holding in her tight hold, anger unknowingly festering.

rosie absently pulls out a chair next to him and waves him a hello.

he wants to tell his heart not to go wild at her actions but it’s already racing ahead, sitting himself next to the one girl he wants and tries to pay attention. and then someone sneezes behind him.

twisting his neck, he finds jared from the other day, curled under the thinnest blanket they had available, and his hair fashionably disheveled. not unlike how most actors wake up in a movie, he notes, as he turns back around with a wave of his own, acknowledging him.

jared. when did he get here?

“-so i’m telling this woman, who by the way has a tattoo of that baby from cloudy with a chance of meatballs on her wrist, you can’t just eat in here, this is the dressing room. and she has the audacity to tell me i’m not an employee so i don’t “have any authority” well, you should’ve seen her face when i brought the manager back there. they almost called the police because she was refusing to stop eating there. you should’ve seen it.” rosie finishes her story up as you begin to serve everyone, saving yourself for last as you lean against the counter, watching the two seated with careful eyes.

will swallows the first bite down with relative ease, and so do the bites that follow, eyes taking glances to rosie, who’s looking at her phone. and when he finishes, he moves to go wash it, ending up next to you, and you, you’re not even bothered, shoving an elbow in between his ribs as you give me a playful smile.

“hey, jared, don’t forget, we have to go pick up your mother!” rosie turns around to remind said college student, who groans and turns to smush his face into the couch, as if the couch absorbing him will save him from such a horror.

“why did she have to come visit now? it’s been barely a month!” will blinks, has it really? he turns to you as if asking you will confirm it, but you seem just as taken aback. both of you seemed to have lost time, but rosie seems confident in her time.

“yes, now get ready, i won’t wait for you, i do have to stream today,” she tells him as she swings off the seat, grabbing one of his surprisingly toned arms, and yanking on it.

he immediately whines, rubbing at his shoulder as he tried to bat her away, but she’s getting him on his feet, pushing him towards her room as she rolled her eyes. grabbing her keys, she tossed a hand up, waving as she passed them by, “i’ll be right back.”

silence sits for a few minutes as you two process what happened. and then he feels a burning gaze he doesn’t know if he wants to meet.

will swallows down something, not any of the egg or sausage, and turns to your prodding eyes, almost as if you’re looking for something inside of him, not particularly at him.

then pulling back, and turning around to wash your own dish, you bite your lips as if you mean to say something. but you end up putting your dish up and then turn to him with a smile he didn’t recognize, asking him if he didn’t mind doing homework with you.

and, well, he was in the same boat, but he didn’t exactly have his computer.

“my, my uh laptop is back at home, but otherwise i wouldn’t mind!” he answers, mind too scrambled from rosie next to him that he doesn’t know if they make any sense, and you nod.

“did you want to pick it up or did you want to be dropped off, or we could also go somewhere else entirely, just- it’s too early for me to make decisions,” you smile as you walk over to the couch, slipping some slippers on as he almost follows you, brain still ticking at a slow speed.

but he ends up making a decision, and as much as it’s a bad one, he can’t help but want to be back in his home and you make it yours like you’ve done everywhere you’ve been.

rubbing his palms as he thinks on it make him realize how sweaty they’ve gotten, so he pats them on his pants as he begins to speak, “well- what if we did our work at my place? i mean it would be much easier to do so, don’t you think?” he says, as if you were planning to decline his kind offer.

it lifts the edges of your eyes in your smile a little as you accept, moving past him with a mumbled sorry as you head back to your room, pulling out a backpack from behind the door. you grin as he gets his shoes, and as you two descend the stairs, you pass rosie and he notices the distinct smell on her and the smile she gives you two is different from the one five minutes ago.

“without me?” you joke as you call from the bottom of the second floor and she only laughs, and he knows. after all, it wasn’t that unfamiliar of a smell.

and then you’re running down the steps to the bottom floor and happily striding to your car, unlocking it and giving him a sliver of your smile, of your happiness.

though you don't see it getting in the car, he smiles to himself.

“to your apartment?” you say as you tuck your backpack in the back seat and he nods, leaning into the seat as you peeled out of the lot, turning the radio on as the sun slowly makes its way up into the sky.

the time passes by fast enough that he finds himself wondering if he had any trash in there as he was unlocking the door. it turns out not that dirty and you immediately sit yourself on the couch, pulling out your computer and asking for the wifi password.

and getting his laptop was the easy part. it’s taking the seat beside you, angling his body sideways as his laptop sits on his lap, unsure what will happen. he had closed it on the footage of you. with the sound on.

trying to breathe a regular amount, he opens it and immediately hits the mute button, watching as the screen lights up with the mute on and the image of your bedroom with rumpled blankets on them. just how you left them.

exiting the program, he pulls his classes up and internally screams at how much his professors hate him. and the time slips you two, typing fills the room and when it hits noon and you put your computer to the side, you ask where the bathroom is.

the real mess is in his room and he wonders if it's too much to ask to drive you to piss elsewhere, and that’s when he abandons all thoughts and just leads you through his bedroom, apologizing for the mess, and thanking whoever is in charge that it wasn’t as bad as he remembered.

sitting on his bed with his hands in his pockets, he wonders how much longer he’ll be glued to his computer till the workload diminishes completely when you open the door. you wipe your wet hands on the cloth on the sink counter when you turn completely to him.

“hey, will, can i ask you something?” you speak, and though you sound out of the blue, like you didn’t know that you were speaking yourself until you heard your voice, he nods, watching you and feeling like nothing bad could happen right now.

you were probably going to say that you’ve clogged the toilet with a huge shit, or something-

“do you like rosie?”

holy shit.

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