#remote learning tips

[southern--downpour]

hello Virgil when you have the time you should explain your coloring and lining process

they way i do both lines and ESPECIALLY color changes basically every time i draw but yeah sure! im also p bad at explaining myself so idk if this is gonna make sense to anyone but me!

(first off dont draw on pure white canvases!! itll psyche you out and intimidate you because of the blank canvas, also its fucking eye bleeding!! i like going with a medium/light grey but ive seen people use a beige or light brown too just anything but pure white. also helps to just get SOMETHING onto the page if your having trouble w/ artblock, doesnt matter if its good it just has to be something u can work with. trust the process 100% and if it doesnt turn out good theres no shame in restarting from scratch, at least the idea is out of your head and easier to work through what was wrong)

my sketches are usually super messy and i go through like two to four different layers of refining it before starting lineart, and with lineart i usually use either a simple hard round brush or a sketchier one if im doing painting? my go-to ones are the default G-Pen in clip studio edited a bit to fit how i like pen pressure and 1834113 and 1761353 in the asset store but i like messing w/ whatever i can find on there and whatever feels fun at the time lmao so its not very consistent

i try and keep my lines pretty thin on the inside and thicker on the outer edge? as well as adding bits of cross-hatching and hatching both in the lines and when i go in with shading!

i keep my lineart brushes pretty minimal with the pen pressure as im not the best with my pen control and just change the size of pen as i go lmao. More prevalent when i'm doing super clean lines for comics and not sketchy ones like this for painting but its generally the same, i'm not the neatest person when it comes to lines

I draw a lot of the individual parts (head, facial features, hair, clothes, hands, etc.) on separate layers so if something looks wrong i can either wipe the layer entirely or go in with the transform tool and not mess with the rest of the lineart in the process lol

(also i saw someone keep the eyes and facial features visible under the hair but erase where they meet the lines for the hair? and just yoinked it for myself because it looks super nice lmao.)

starting colors is almost always the same, where i just go in and block in the base color for each part (skin, hair, clothes, etc.) on a separate layer to make going back and editing colors a lot easier. with painting like here i also go in and add basic shading, mostly around the skin! usually i add a darker & warmer color around the cheeks, nose, eyes, fingertips and joints as well as in places where theres shading like under the head and under the nose.

also in the darkest parts of the shading like under the head/neck and under the nose i like to add a light bluish/purpleish color very lightly as a bounce light! it doesnt always fit with the piece but it does look very nice when i can make it fit so i try to remember to do that lol.

(I dont take many progress shots or timelapses so i apologize for not having the best reference images lmao)

if im doing painting, after finishing the base colors & light shading i put everything ive done into one folder and make a clipping mask over top of it and paint over it!

i usually add more detailed shading + heavier highlights on places like the nose and edges of the skin showing to make it look nice and shiny lol

(i dont have any recent drawings i can show progress pics of but just trust me on this) if im doing cell shading though i do the same thing with putting the lineart and colors into a layer, but add a multiply layer on top of it and pick a pretty saturated color to go in with the shading. if i have a background i try and keep in mind what colors are in the background and what the lighting situation is to make sure the characters blend into the background more realistically. also airbrush tool and the add glow layer is your best friend in this situation

usually after that i go back and color the line art! I pick the darkest color in a part of the drawing like the clothes or hair, make it warmer and darker and go in on the innermost parts of the lineart with it and keep a lot of the outer lines black for contrast

then i just go completely fucking ham with overlay layers and gradient maps lmao, they ARE the fucking best and are usually what i use to finish off a drawing lol.

usually i use a combination of just fucking with the default "sky" graidents in clip studio or one set i got from the asset store (1814319) on a soft light layer at like, 10-30 opacity because it gives it a REALLY nice look. again just keep in mind the lighting situation (darker night? daylight? funky bright colors?) and just go until it looks good lol.

that's basically it? though tbh i tend to just grab onto whatever technique or tip i saw on tiktok or someone on youtube do and use that, as well as changing how i color hair/skin depending on what i think looks nice at the time. none of my shit is consistent what so ever so i just kinda change things or try new brushes/coloring styles on the fly if i think it looks nice lmao. pure essence of fuck around and find out every time i open clip studio

really hope this makes sense to anyone but me and hope this was helpful!

#virgil arts #virgil asks #long post #(?) #honestly best tip is just browse the clip studio asset shop and try as many brushes as u can #and just watch every coloring tutorial u can find on yt or tiktok or wherever #just try shit! #eventually youll find stuff you really like and wanna go with #my entire style is a mish mash of my favorite shows or comics or artists styles that ive yoinked and blended together #(((((specifically stole the way abd illustrates draws faces if u want to know how i draw faces just binge his yt channel))))))) #((((also i go tt the way i draw hair 100% from ikimaru and the general homestuck fandom back in the day)))) #also one of the best bits of advice ive gotten is to not worry about finding a style #eventually if u just start adding cool shit u see other artists do itll just come naturally to u #pure trial and error motherfucker! #tho tbf i learn mostly via the 'trial by fire' method #where i just throw myself into something im not remotely qualified to make and figure it out as i go #because eventually if i do that enough i do in fact get really good at the thing im trying to learn! #thats how i learned background stuff! #(also. if u dont have clip studio. u can do most of this shit sans gradient maps in any program) #(ALSO CLIP STUDIO IS BABY EASY TO PIRATE BUT YOU DIDNT HEAR THAT FROM ME) #(I FOR SURE OWN A COMPLETELY LEGAL COPY OF CSP)

[lakeeffectbitch]

God I just put together enough evidence that my brother and his wife absolutely lied to my face about being “covid safe” before coming to my house the other day because they can’t be assed to wear a mask while at fucking Bloomingdale’s and in their Uber XLs and shit so that means that my options are 1) figure out how to live completely alone because I can’t find a single roommate I trust to not expose me to covid or 2) isolate in my tiny room constantly because my mother will want to spend time indoors with the rest of my shitty family once a week at least.

#also I learned the other day that sister in law doesn’t tip her Uber drivers so #yeah I already knew she was a shit ass person but that confirms it #both options are possible I would just be cutting off the one source of regular daily human interaction #that I have right now #and honestly that gets fucking Rough for my mental state #it’s not like I have a lot of options for socialization anyways since I have to work remote #and can’t do pretty much all social activities #that my friends in their 20s do because of the aforementioned disabilities

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[biglisbonnews]

Three Tips for Effectively Budgeting Learning Time at Work Making time to learn at work can be daunting. Hundreds of emails, tasks piling up, follow-up reminders, and slack messages all at your door don’t really leave time for your brain to think about learning. The brain is a muscle... The post Three Tips for Effectively Budgeting Learning Time at Work appeared first on Treehouse Blog. https://blog.teamtreehouse.com/three-tips-for-effectively-budgeting-learning-time-at-work

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[mentorshelly]

What I Learned from being Overemployed...

What I Learned from being Overemployed…

When I was employed by two different organizations, both of whom allow me to work from the comfort of my own home. And while there are certainly some perks to this type of arrangement (no commute! pajamas all day!), there are also some things that I’ve had to learn the hard way. Here are a few lessons I’ve learned from my experience working from home. Lesson 1: Be very strategic with your work…

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[koolades-world]

Can you do some crack headcanons for Obey Me where some accident causes MC to temporary get wings that are not only huge af but also let them fly super fast? Like a singular flap could cause MC to almost bump into the ceiling at Diavolo's castle alone. They can also zoom through the air at high speeds and you can just hear the "ZYOOOOOM"

One thing I can imagine is Lucifer teaching MC how to fly and immediately regretting it cuz he's the only one who can get even remotely close to them when they're flying and MC finds it funny to fly away from him(it's also out of fear of what will happen once he gets them)

hi! haha yeah of course! this is too funny can kinda imagine mc going splat like a in a cartoon LOL

let's set the scene: solomon fed you something weird that he cooked up in a cauldron after promising you something you want, and this makes you grow these super large, super strong wings. he swears they'll go away eventually, but it's up to you if you believe that or not. how does your man react?

Mc with temporary wings

Lucifer

kinda like a disapproving dad for accepting yet another strange potion from solomon

despite this, he takes you under his wing (haha get it?) and teaches you how to control them

once you get comfortable, you invite him to play games that he pretends he doesn't have time for but always joins in on. he secretly really enjoys having someone to

gosh,,, sky tag 🥺 the silly potential is endless since in the sky, there are no expectation for either of you

Mammon

probably also would have taken that offer from solomon

as another wing haver, he can help you out a little

the first time he tried to give you lessons, you accidentally smacked him in the face and sent him into the wall behind you

after that, he’s much more careful, and once you get the hang of it, he's teaching you his crafty ways

Levi

manages to reference at least three different animes he's seen around the situation

he thinks your wings are so cool but won't admit it

at one point, he takes you diving at Siren Beach for fun since you would be able to move through the water quickly with the large wings. lotan joins and you end up finding lots of cool stuff!

afterwards, he helps you dry off your wings since that wasn't exactly something you thought about before you got in the water

Satan

he's quick to ask solomon about how he made the potion out of curiosity

also asks if he can study your wings and watches you as you learn to fly

kinda goes science mode on you

since he knows how tiring carrying around that new weight must be, so he gives you lots of tasty food to replenish your energy, and offers you massages! (he learnt from simeon, the best)

Asmo

over the moon! he thinks they're so beautiful and almost wants to ask solomon to give him a pair too

he will accessorize you even if you run away, so expect lots of him hustling after you with all his ribbons and bows in hand

"Mc, sweetie, you're gonna look so cute!" is holding the ugliest old lady esque bows ever

teaches you all his favorite arial tricks even though both of you realize early on that you don't have the agility required with how large your wings are

Beel

can't comprehend how fast you are with those things

even though he also has wings, you fly circles around him with yours (if you even have the control for that)

quickly introduced you to aerial sports and the two of you find games to play together, even though it's kinda hard considering how different your wings and skillsets are

since they're only temporary, he wants you to make the most of them, and takes you sight seeing!

Belphie

you're literally just a pillow as far as he's concerned now

they're perfect for wrapping himself in and if you wanted, you could hide the two of you in them

when you're practicing flying, he yells out all sorts of useless "useful" tips, such as not to run into something you've already hit

he just sits on the sidelines, wrapped in a blanket, watching lazily amused

#obey me #obey me! #obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me belphie #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

[amarephilia]

Simon x Reader

(Fem!reader, mdni 18+, dubcon)

Second Part! Third Part!

Simon treats his girlfriend like a beautiful, exotic bird in a cage, pampering her in every way. Not letting her do or go out without his protection. He doesn't mean to be overbearing :( He wants his pretty woman to be safe. That's his job. She doesn't need to lift a finger around him.

Simon learns how to do beauty treatments for his lovely girlfriend, massaging her body in the finest of oils. He does her skincare routine for her. So she doesn't mess it up. She can be so silly sometimes! He does her hands and feet, painting on such a pretty colour he picked out for her.

Simon makes sure his pretty girlfriend has everything she needs. He decorated his home to her and his liking. He'll even move if she wants to be in the city/nature. Simon makes his love have an outdoor space, overlooking the scenery but still safe. He can't have her go off on her own, can he?! Simon will give her activities to do- knitting, an iPad (that may or may not have a child lock on), writing, reading, and art. He'll even get her a small animal or cat if she asks. An interest or hobby she had Simon will provide. Although he does get worried if she could hurt herself, he really can't have that :(

Simon loves his girlfriend so much! His heart sinks when she bedrots, wrapped in a blanket in their large king bed. He can't have that. He hovers over her for a while until he makes her sit up as he feeds her, making her eat at breakfast, lunch and dinner. He'll carry her out of their room. She'll still be wrapped up as he puts her on the couch. Giving her the TV remote and an iPad. Feeding her snacks and drinks whenever he thinks she needs them.

Simon gives his cute girlfriend free rain of his body but doesn't dare touch her without permission. Sure, he'll hold her down and force her to do things- but only because it's for her benefit! Simon needs to look after her since she does a horrible job at it! But he's a good boyfriend. Simon would never rape her. He's the best partner, after all! Mhm! Never ever!

He lets his girlfriend play with his cock anytime she wants, her well-manicured hands wrapped around his flushed length as she kisses his leaky tip. God, he just wants to shove his cock down her pretty throat :( She often doesn't give him a proper blowjob, just using his cock as something to toy with, something to fill up the time or if she wants something in her mouth while they watch a movie of her choosing.

It only turns him on more, his tummy full of pleasure and ache. She does such a good job playing with his cock! He has to reward his good girl! Stretching out her pretty cunt on his fingers or tongue. He likes to hear how her embarrassed pleas turn into sweet moans and whimpers. Simons is a good boyfriend, so he doesn't mind making her cum over and over while he humps the couch. He doesn't mind how his own cum sticks to his belly as he comes untouched :( He wishes he could have pumped it into her instead.

#cod #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #cod mw22 #x female reader #mw2 #call of duty x you #mw2 2022 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod modern warfare #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley headcanons #cod imagine #cod headcanons #call of duty imagine #call of duty headcanons #modern warfare iii #simon x reader #ghost x reader smut #simon riley smut #ghost cod #simon ghost x you

[ohworm-writes]

「✰」 ━━ NIKOLAI HEADCANONS

RATING R - Restricted [ Content Warnings : 18+ mdni, gn!m!f!reader, strong language, alcohol mention and consumption, fluff, possible mistranslation, spider mention, smut, dom!Nikolai, sub!reader, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, masturbation, riding, hair pulling ]

SYNOPSIS Both general and romantic, safe for work and not safe for work, headcanons for, arguably, one of the most underrated Call of Duty: Modern Warfare characters to date - Nikolai. (This is my first time writing smut so any tips and feedback is greatly appreciated!)

WORD COUNT 1.2k

SAFE FOR WORK

His hands, and just his body overall, run naturally warm. Not to the point where he can be considered a "walking heater" or burning to the touch, but just exudes a constant warmness overall.

Dad-bod, no questions asked. He's not completely cut, not all hard surfaces and muscles - he's got a plush softness to him body that's equally as firm. He works out and keeps himself in shape, of course, because, granted, it's a given that comes with his profession, but he indulges himself equally as much.

He doesn't drink heavily, per se, setting a hard cut-off point for himself that he abides by like it's law, but he won't deny a drink if he's offered it. After all, drinking culture is big in Russia - he can hold his own just fine. That being said, vodka isn't his favorite, but he doesn't hate it by any means, either.

Acts of service and quality time are his love languages. He loves spending time with you whenever he can, especially considering how his profession can take him away for months and more at a time. If it's possible, you're always by his side or he's by yours. Will do anything you ask of him, too - be it chores, tasks, or anything else.

That being said, it can also be argued that giving gifts is one of his primary love languages, too. Any time he's out on a mission, he always tries to get you something from wherever he's been to - there are many perks to being a pilot, now aren't there?

He snores when he sleeps, and he sleeps heavy. Not to the point where you'd have to dump a bucket of ice water over him to wake him up, but to the point where you have to shake him vigorously to get him to slowly rouse. Sounds like a lawnmower when he snores.

His kisses are soft and slow, one hand on your waist or back, pulling you in, while the other holds your chin with such tenderness, guiding your lips to meet his, breathing out a heavy sigh as he relaxes into you.

Opts for Russian terms of endearment over English ones. It feels more personal to him, calling you something in his native tongue rather than something he hears everyone around him call their partners - it's more special to him.

Лапушка/Лапочка - Lapochka/Lapushka (sweetheart)

Любимая/Любимый - Lyubimaya/Lyubimyy (darling)

Surprisingly or not, he's actually a really good cook! He's traveled to so many places and tried so many different kinds of food so, naturally, he's learned to make them for himself. He downplays his abilities, but he looks like an absolute professional when he's in the kitchen.

When he's not away for work, he's actually quite domestic. He has a house of his own far away from everyone else in a remote little town, at least an hour or two outside of any major city. A cabin of sorts, with a place for his own little garden that he tends to (or, more accurately, which you tend to).

He even has his own little stall at the town's farmers market where he sells what he grows whenever it's ready. Everyone has so many theories about him because, honestly - why wouldn't they? A Russian man who lives at the edge of town in a big ol' house, disappearing for weeks or months at a time. It's a cause for concern.

He's so polite and he has the best manners, no question about it.

Though, to combat it, he can be quite a loose-canon. He's reckless and unethical in his methods, especially with work, but some aspects carry over to his personal and domestic life. (If there's a spider, he's pulling out his pistol first, not grabbing a book or a shoe).

He has this sarcastic, almost morbid sense of humor, smug as all hell (worse than Graves, more often than not) but he's genuinely just playful. He's a friend to everyone he meets and can easily match vibes with anyone.

NOT SAFE FOR WORK

Dominant in every sense of the word. He might let you act like you're in control from time to time, but he's quick to show you your place and has no shame in doing it.

His hands are always on you, no matter the occasion. He has to have some sort of physical contact when it comes to you. Be it a hand on the small of your back to guide you, on your shoulder to assure his presence, his leg touching yours when you sit down, a palm on your thigh as he drives.

One-hundred percent an ass man. Squeezing, slapping, spanking, groping - doesn't matter. If he can, his hand is there, no discussion.

He's an exhibitionist, easily. The risk of getting caught, whether if he's by himself or if he's with you, turns him on beyond belief - it gets his head spinning.

Helicopter sex! He's absolutely obsessed with getting you to ride him while he sits in the cockpit, holding onto your hips, fingers bruising into the skin, his legs spread wide with his jumper zipped down as far as it can go, fucking up into you as you bounce on his cock.

Jerks himself off in his helicopter too, biting down onto his fist as he fucks into his hand with purpose.

He's noisy! All grunts and growls, whispering to you how good you feel, practically narrating what he's doing sometimes.

It's a balance of praise and degradation that he gives. Sometimes it fifty-fifty, saying how you're taking him so well, like a good whore should. Sometimes it switches from one to the other (be it extremes or not) - it just depends.

Gives oral like it’s his job. Steady grip on your thighs, pushing them back and wide and buries himself between them for as long as you'll allow him to. He's so sloppy with it too, drooling and spitting all over you as he sucks you off/eats you out. (If you look close enough, you can tell it's started to bleach his beard, too).

Takes his time fucking you. He doesn't like quickies at all - if he isn't able to fuck you at the pace he wants, he isn't doing it. Now, this doesn't necessarily mean that he isn't up for hard and fast sex, but it's more so that he doesn't like time constraints.

More often than not, though, he goes slow (at least, at first), teasing you until you're begging before slowly pushing into you, dragging his cock in and out of you at an excruciating pace.

Speaking of, too, he's such a tease and he knows it.

Loves loves loves pulling and grabbing your hair, forcing you to arch your back as he pounds into you from behind relentlessly, watching the way your ass ripples with every snap of his hips.

Dumbification, too. Loves getting you all cock-drunk and fucked out to the point where you can't think for yourself, teasing you and borderline-mocking you as he slides a hand down your stomach, bringing his thumb down to your clit and making slow circles around it/grabbing the base of your cock and slowly stroking up and down it as he coos at you.

This goes hand in hand with overstimulation - loves making you cum over and over and over again until you can't think and it's too much, only to coax another orgasm out of you.

#call of duty x reader #cod x reader #Nikolai #Nikolai COD #Nikolai x reader #Nikolai cod x reader #cod nikolai #cod nikolai x reader #modern warfare x reader #mw x reader #mw2x reader #mw3 x reader #modern warfare 2 x reader #modern warfare 3 x reader

[thelov3lybookworm]

Hi! Omg I loved reading your Rhys x reader secret pregnancy fic! May I please request a Lucien x reader where he’s been cursed to stay in the form of an actual fox and the then reader comes along to break his curse? Thank you!!

Cursed

Summary: The mother liked being cruel to Lucien. First she had him lose his eye, and now his body.

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Tw: mention of being a child of forced intimate relation, other than that, I'm not sure there is more, so let me know if i need to add anything.

A/n: my love, my heart, my baby anon. come here so i can sing you to sleep and cuddle with you because holyyyy shit i love this idea aaaahhhhh. (i am ready to be your tumblr wifey)

also, the beginning is basically our Y/n trauma/info dumping

anyways, enjoy!

(I had fun talking to you about this @artists-ally)

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A twig snapped behind Y/n, and she rolled her eyes in frustration.

After wondering for a moment if she should ignore the animal, she decided to turn to look.

There, next to a mighty tree, crouched the fox. Abnormally large, fluffier than a normal fox, it had been following Y/n around for the better part of the week.

The moment Y/n met the fox's mismatched eyes, it tensed, as if ready to bolt. But then, after a moment, it relaxed, again staring at Y/n curiously.

The problem wasn't the fact that it was a fox. No, there were plenty of foxes in the forest near Y/n's home. But those foxes didn't follow her around or sit outside her door at all hours.

This one did all of that.

She wouldn't have been much bothered if it had been a normal fox following her around. But this one had a weird aura about it, like it was not an ordinary fox.

The fox suddenly moved, slowly prowling towards Y/n. She watched it, its body moving and navigating through the roots and fallen branches graciously, as if it were an elegant lady in the royal court.

Y/n shook her head, turning away and continuing on her journey to the cluster of trees deep into the forest to collect some fruit for herself.

The fox fell in step beside her.

She did her best to ignore the animal, though its unnatural aura kept her glancing at it.

Unfortunately, it also had her distracted, and she almost didn't pull up the hood of her cloak when a mortal man walked into view, carrying a bunch of firewood on his back.

But thank the forgotten gods, the man was too busy grumbling to himself to notice the pointed tips of her ears before she covered them.

Being a half fae was hard when living among mortals.

She could get killed if anyone found out about her heritage, and that was the only real reason she had for living on the outskirts of the small town, right next to where the forest started and away from the mortals.

And honestly, she cursed whoever the bastard was that had raped her mother and sired her for the inconvenience.

But she couldn't go down that path of thought, because if she did, she would just end up on the same thought that had her staying up at night and bawling her eyes out.

She was lonely.

It had nothing to do with the solitude of her house. No. It was because she was a half fae, and while other girls her age would mingle with other young men or whoever caught their fancy, she could not do so for fear of being killed.

She also had no family, her mother having died when Y/n was still young. Y/n had no siblings or relatives who could have taken her in, and so, she had learned to take care of herself.

She had also early on learned that the world didn't take kindly to people that were even remotely different from their perception of normal.

Especially beings who had a reputation to torture innocent souls for fun.

Y/n could not blame mortals for hating fae, as she herself hated them, though for completely different reasons.

It was not the best experience when you were scorned by the people you were a part of.

Hated by mortals for being a product of human-fae union, and hated by fae for being a half breed.

She sighed, shooing those thoughts away as she reached the cluster of trees she had been on the journey to, and set down her basket for a moment, stretching.

The fox settled down under an apple tree, and simply stared at Y/n as she went about plucking different fruits and berries and piling them in her basket.

Once she was done, she turned to glance at the fox, who sat unnaturally still.

She thought for a moment, then picked out a juicy apple from her basket. "You want one?"

The fox kept staring at her, and Y/n felt silly for trying to communicate with a fox. She huffed, putting the apple back in her basket and beginning to make the journey back to her little cottage.

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"Do you think it will storm?"

The fox cocked its head, staring up at the sky before making a small noise, which Y/n took as affirmation.

"I think so too."

While a month ago Y/n would have laughed at herself for talking to -trying to talk to- an animal, now it had become normal. The darn fox never left her side nowadays, and Y/n had grown fond of him, letting him into her house and keeping him fed and warm. She had even named him Rusty.

Rusty glanced at Y/n before it settled down, laying his head on her lap, snuggling into the soft and fluffy material of her thick leggings.

A small smile made its way onto Y/n's face, and her hand lifted of its own accord, burying itself into the fur on the top of his head.

Y/n still remembered how she had felt uncomfortable around the fox because of the unnatural aura it gave off, but she had gotten used to it. Now, it was a companion who Y/n simply adored.

A long moment passed, and Y/n was not entirely sure it wasn't hours, but the sky darkened just a fraction.

Y/n glanced up in confusion, because she was sure it had been brighter just a moment before. Suddenly, the warmth in her lap vanished, and Y/n's head snapped down, her brows furrowed.

Rusty was no longer next to Y/n. He was across the clearing, and Y/n could not fathom how he had crossed the vast area so quickly. Her suspicions about him grew, and she realized his body was beginning to shake.

Y/n quickly rolled to her feet, her eyes growing wide when he began spasming, a tortured whine escaping him. She could do nothing but stare as his paws dug into the soft ground, pain filled sounds continuing to rip from him.

The moment Y/n stepped forward, hoping to do something to help Rusty, his head snapped up, a low growl he emitted leaving her frozen in place. And his eyes...

They were glowing.

Unnatural, completely otherworldly brightness radiated from him, his aura becoming ten times different from what it had been.

Y/n watched, her blood chilling, as he continued to struggle until the smell of something burnt reach Y/n.

Everything stilled after that, and Rusty collapsed, breaths heaving out of him.

And, the place where his paws had been, was nothing but burnt remains of the leaves fallen from the trees

Y/n studied the fox until he had gained enough strength to stand again, and his eyes stared back at Y/n.

She swallowed as the fox prowled closer. "You are not a real fox, are you?"

Rusty swung his head from side to side, his eyes boring into Y/n.

She nodded, wondering why she was even surprised. "Are you fae?"

His head dipped.

Y/n dragged her palms down her face, trying not to lose her shit.

"Why are you here? What do you want from me?"

He cocked his head, as if questioning her how he was supposed to answer.

She released a frustrated breath, going through all the reasons why a shapeshifter would follow her around.

She could only find one reasonable reason.

"Have you... have you been cursed?"

The fox dipped his head slowly, and Y/n took a step back, horrified.

"And you are here because you... what? Want me to break you free?"

The fox whined, taking a step forward.

"No." She stepped back again, continuing until her back hit a tree. "Fuck. No. I will not be used and discarded by you too. I will not..."

The sadness in the fox's -Rusty's -eyes nearly brought Y/n to her knees, but the fox simply dipped its head again after a moment, turning and prowling away from the clearing and, in turn, Y/n.

She watched him go, his shoulders curved inwards, looking defeated.

And, despite her instincts telling her to go behind him, she turned away too, walking in the opposite direction, towards her small hut.

•○🌑○•

The windows shook, their sound a little too loud in the small home, and Y/n's fingers curled tighter on the book, the pages crinkling under her fingers.

Thunder cracked somewhere, and Y/n flinched, squeezing her eyes shut. With a sigh, she put her book away, tugging her blanket closer for warmth. She turned to look out the window, where it was completely dark, not one tree visible.

And, despite her attempts at trying to ignore her worries about Rusty, she could not help but wonder where he was.

Was he somewhere in the forest, getting soaked by the rain, shivering?

Was he wandering around hopelessly, hoping someone took pity on him?

Y/n shook her head, telling herself she did not care.

But of course, she did.

Since the moment she had turned away from his retreating form, she had not been able to think about anything but him.

Y/n had never had anyone that particularly cared about her, so having even a damned fox use her for his own gain cut something deep in her heart.

But then a thought occurred to her, and all her feelings of betrayal were forgotten.

What if it is a child?

Or what if it is just like me, never had anyone who cared?

What if he gets incinerated in the storm by lightning?

Oh fuck it.

The second to last thought was what snapped Y/n's restraint, and she grabbed her cloak, lit a lantern, and set off to find her Rusty.

•○🌑○•

The rain made it even harder to see in the night, but Y/n soldiered on, determined to rescue the damsel in distress. Though the damsel was a male and could probably not be in distress.

He could have found a cave to snooze in, and Y/n was setting herself up to be sick for nothing.

Her heart didn't seem to care for that judging by the way it was screeching in her ears.

A flash of light caught Y/n's eyes, and she stilled, lifting her lantern higher, hoping she had finally found the sneaky bastard.

It was just a piece of glass, and Y/n cursed whoever had thrown it here.

After a long time of searching, Y/n spied a gap in the trees, knowing it led to a small cliff. Her instincts told her to follow the trail, and she decided trusting her heart was the better option than trusting her brain.

She had decided to ignore her heart in that clearing, and now she was stuck in a storm.

Lightning brightened the world for a moment, and Y/n lifted her hand to shield herself as she reached the cliff.

Unfortunately, Rusty was not there as well.

Frustrated, Y/n sighed, turning away from the drop.

And then she paused, her eyes landing on a bush.

Under which lay Rusty, shivering and curled in on himself.

Guilt spread through Y/n, and she stepped closer with caution.

His eyes flew open, his teeth bared as he searched around for a predator.

His eyes widened when he realised it was Y/n who stood in front of him now, and he ducked his head, as if ashamed.

Y/n walked forward, and watched as his shoulders curved inwards, trying to make himself small.

She crouched, extending her hands towards him, and he stared at it for a moment, then at Y/n before taking a tentative step closer, gaining more confidence when her hand remained unwavering. He stopped a few with his face a few inches away from her hand, and she reached out to pet his nose.

"Come," she whispered, "let's go home."

He stared at her for a moment longer, and Y/n felt like there were tears in his eyes, but she couldn't be sure because it could very well be rain water.

Navigating the forest to return home was much easier and faster than it had been searching for Rusty, and Y/n was glad about that, as she could think of nothing but changing into warm clothes and getting warmed in front of her fireplace now that she had finally found Rusty. Also, she had to wash Rusty and feed him. It had been long since he had left and Y/n doubted that he had eaten anything.

As soon as Y/n stepped foot inside her home, she shucked off her cloak, setting down her lantern and turning to find that Rusty still hadn't crossed the threshold.

"Come on in, Rusty."

She beckoned to him, and he trotted in, shaking his head to get rid of the water.

"Let's get you into a warm bath first."

Y/n hurried into the bathing room and turned on the faucets, letting the tub fill with warm water. Feeling eyes on her, she glanced back to see Rusty sitting patiently by the door, like a gentleman. Y/n smiled.

"Get in." She told him when the water had filled to the point she knew he liked. "I will go and get changed, and you get yourself cleaned up until then. We can have food after."

At the last part, his head snapped up, his eyes wide. But then he jumped into the tub, and Y/n was left to wonder why he seemed so shocked.

•○🌑○•

Y/n wrapped the tiny towel around Rusty, giggling at how funny he looked before she placed the red coloured bowl in front of Rusty, his favourite.

She stared at him as he began eating, and stared, and stared.

The air changed the moment he took his first bite, growing thicker and heavier with every moment that passed.

Confused, Y/n glanced behind her, and when she turned back to rusty, she let out a small scream.

In the place that Rusty had been occupying, sat a man... naked.

Y/n had never climbed to her feet so quick in her whole life as she did then, covering her eyes. But then she peeked out from between her fingers, seeing him blushing furiously while trying to cover up his private parts with the tiny towel. It was barely enough to cover up his chest, so he had to hold it with both hands like a curtain in front of his hips.

"Who the hell are you?" Y/n screeched.

She noticed now that he had hair like liquid flame, his eyes were mismatched, and he was... fae.

Realisation washed through Y/n.

"You- You're Rusty."

He grimaced. "Yeah, though I am a little concerned with that name. Can we please not use that? Like, Rusty? Really?"

Y/n let her hands fall to her side, settling on her hips. "You bastard, you should be grateful I let you stay and gave you a name. Imagine how weird it would have been in if I called you fox."

"Yeah, I think that would have been better than Rusty."

Y/n scoffed. After a moment, she spoke again, struggling hard to keep her gaze on his. She deserved a fucking medal for it.

"So... what was your curse? And who had so much free time to put one on you?"

A hint of a smile appeared on his face. "Don't you think this is kind of inappropriate to talk about while I'm naked?"

Y/n rolled her eyes as she moved past him, walking into her bedroom. "You never had a problem before when you pranced about, wooing all the female foxes."

She was now sure he was grinning when he replied. "Yeah well, they didn't wear any clothes either. If you were to strip..."

Y/n whipped around from where she was rummaging in her closet for something to gape at him. He grinned, leaning against the doorframe, his hands folded against his chest.

That meant-

Y/n turned away from him just as fast as she had turned to him, and no matter how much she denied it, the image of him... it would be forever embedded in her mind.

"Asshole." She mumbled under her breath, her hand landing on a piece of clothing she was unfamiliar with.

It was a pant she had stolen years ago, and later realised it had been too big for her. It would have to do.

Without turning, Y/n threw the pants over her shoulder, and by the lack of sound, knew Rusty had caught it.

It was a few moment before he hummed, letting her know he was done, and Y/n turned, her mouth going dry at all the muscle displayed.

She hadn't had the time to appreciate what she saw before, as she was trying not to make a fool of herself by staring at his privates, but now that he was covered from the waist down, she could not help but stare at what she could see.

"Like what you see?"

Y/n's eyes flashed up, colour staining her cheeks as she huffed.

"Of course not. You are still Rusty for me, and I'd never think of someone called Rusty as anything I like."

He scoffed. "Please, my name is Lucien. I'd appreciate it if you stop referring to me as Rusty."

She lifted her chin defiantly. "No."

He sighed. "Very well, my lady. If that is what you wish for. After all, you broke my curse, I can't really order you around anymore."

"Yes, about that curse. Care to elaborate now that you are appropriate?"

He nodded, a seriousness coming over him. He followed her as she led him back out, settling down in front of the fireplace as she boiled some water for tea.

Once the tea was ready, Y/n passed one cup to Rusty- Lucien- and studied him, watching as he fumbled a little with the cup before he got a good grip on it.

"Let's start from the beginning." She nodded her head for him to continue. "Do you remember the most recent war that happened?"

She nodded. The destruction had been immense, according to what she had heard through rumours, but she lived far enough away from the wall that no harm reached her.

"There was a continent called Hybern. One of my closest friends was pretending to aid Hybern so he could gather intel about the kingdom's and the king's inner workings so he could help Prythian when the inevitable war came. Soldiers from Hybern had stolen the cauldron from its resting place in Prythian, and they knew that it could make anyone young and immortal."

"What is the cauldron?"

Lucien glanced at Y/n with raised brows, but explained to her what the cauldron was, who the mother was, and all the things that probably didn't matter to the story just because she didn't know about them.

A power like that? People would kill for it. Y/n thought.

"My friend's past lover, who had been mated to another high lord, arrived in Hybern, and realised her sisters had been kidnapped. The king ordered the sisters to be put into the cauldron. One of them turned out to be my... mate."

The jealousy that ripped through Y/n was unmatched from anything she had ever felt. And for what? The mention of someone she did not even know? Ridiculous.

"The older one, she apparently took something from the cauldron, in turn making the cauldron take away the youth from the human queen put in after her. The queen was furious, and she allied with a powerful death sorcerer."

"He found out about my... relationship with one of the sisters, and before we killed him, put a curse on me, because I was standing the closest to him. He turned me into a fox, and I could only be turned back if someone who loathed fae gave me shelter and food, even after knowing I was fae."

"Powerful death sorcerer, and all he could think of for his last breath was to turn you into a fox." Y/n muttered under her breath.

A breathy laugh escaped Lucien, which then full on turned into howls of laughter.

"So, what, your mate could not help?"

"She probably could have, given she couldn't bear being near me, but she wouldn't have. Me being a fox gave her freedom to pursue whomever she wished."

Y/n sighed. "Is everyone from the other side of the wall dumb?"

He shook his head, staring into the embers of the fire, though a smile remained on his mouth. Y/n glanced out the window, realising the sun was starting to rise.

"We should probably get some sleep."

Lucien followed her gaze to out the window, and he nodded.

"I will take the couch, you should sleep on your bed."

"Nonsense. You have been invading my space for the past month like your life depends on it. It won't be a big deal if you sleep next to me."

"Sleep next to you, not with you?"

"You know what? You can sleep on the porch."

He laughed, standing and pulling Y/n to her feet.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to her cheek.

"Thank you."

Y/n blushed, shaking her head.

"I will leave as soon as I can."

Hurt pierced Y/n's heart like a bolt from hell. "Why?"

His brows furrowed. "Why? I have taken enough advantage of you. I don't want to impose."

She shook her head again. "I like when you impose."

He smiled.

"If you say so."

•○🌑○•

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[ovaryacted]

Hold on. Hear me out.

Leon with the remote control vibrator inside HIM.

MDNI/18+. NSFW.

Now…you’re cooking here. Let me turn the stove on so I can let it simmer. Walk with me.

So, like having any conversation about sex, the use of toys would start with the approach of consideration. You two wanted to spice some things up in the bedroom, so you both get a few things to start, but the intention was for you to try them first, or for him to use them on you. In a few weeks, you’ve developed a collection of vibrators and dildos you like to use, either with him watching or when you are alone.

The new additions were fun and made the bedroom more enjoyable for both of you, but you started to see how Leon’s eyes grew more curious about the toys versus how you used them. It was as if he was learning your techniques, saving them in his memory for later. He was quickly developing a dirty secret, one that he didn’t want to indulge in just yet, but from knowing him well enough it didn’t take long to figure it out.

“You want to use one don’t you?”, you asked him one afternoon, the tips of his ears growing red as he pretended to deny the truth, but it was written all over his face.

“I’m just thinking is all. I see how using these things makes you feel, you always have fun and I’m not complaining. I kinda want to test it out myself, you know…for fun”, he shrugs to undermine his true desires, but you know enough to realize what he meant.

Clicking through your favorite sex toy website to search for toys that you think would be better suited for Leon, you stumbled upon a remote-controlled vibrating toy that could be inserted for prostate stimulation. It almost felt strange, to add the toy into your cart and type in your shipping information as you checked it out. But you waited anxiously for the discrete box to come into your mailbox, tearing it open and preparing to show it to the blonde when he got home.

He raised a brow the moment you showed it to him, desire settling in his gut and running through his body. In his mind, he had an idea of what to expect, knowing that it would be a new experience for him. He followed you into the bedroom with a certain smugness that you found charming, thinking he had the upper hand in how this was about to go down.

He wasn’t expecting this.

Laying down on the bed, Leon watched as you lazily sucked him off, eyes half closed and his mind blank. Inside him was the new toy you bought him, buzzing lowly and just enough to get him going. You’ve been relentless with your teasing, bringing him to the edge more times than he could count before lowering the toy’s intensity.

“You like this huh?”, you smirked at him, tongue going to lick at his balls and making him throw his head back with a loud groan. He shifted his hips upwards, desperate to have your mouth back on his tip where he was the most sensitive.

“Yeah…yeah…please baby”, Leon huffed, keeping his fingers on to the sides of his body and clutching the sheets below. He was delirious, surely he was close to losing his mind from everything he was feeling at one time. You grinned to yourself, licking up his twitching cock and clicking a button on the remote of the vibrator to take him off guard.

“Fuck!”, the man above you almost yelled out, his thighs shaking from the extra stimulation.

His eyes began to water, tears lining his lash line as you kept him pinned down to the bed with a hand on his leg. Leon started to mumble, gasping for air as he begged for mercy. You took it all in, seeing how easy it was for you to bend him at will and watch him fall apart under your touch. He was so close, needing just one more push before he finally got his release.

Only he never got it, the click of the remote lowered the sensation of the toy to the bare minimum, pulling an audible whine from Leon.

“Please…I can’t take anymore, I need to cum”, glassy blue eyes met your own, and you chuckled before giving him a soft kiss on his aching tip.

“You’ll cum when I say you can. Take what I give you, and I’ll give you what you want”, you ordered him, starting the cycle all over again until you felt he deserved more.

Leon’s curiosity will pay off in the end, now that playtime just got a whole lot more interesting.

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[coldfanbou]

Recording Session

Here we have the piece of the week; I'll be learning how to manage my time so we can get at least two a week. Anyway, I hope you enjoy nothing too harsh, some very slight degradation.

Length 1.9K

Karina x Mreader x Yunjin

You spanked Karina as she opened the door to your hotel room. "Don't get too excited; we still have to set up." She reminds you.

"I know, but that won't take too long." You take a handful of her ass and squeeze the toned muscle and smooth skin, feeling great. A light moan escapes her. 

Slapping your hand away, she says, "Come on, let's just set up so we can get started."

As you set up cameras at various angles, you continue the conversation,  "Yeah, yeah. Just don't be too loud; we got a lot of complaints from neighbors last time."

"Oh, it's my fault I got fucked so good I couldn't stop screaming?" Karina says with a smile.

You respond with a heavy dose of sarcasm, "Obviously, Karina."

 She playfully punches your shoulder, "Alright, jerk, I'm going to need you to go easy on me if you want me to be quiet." Once everything was set and Karina stripped down to a set of black lingerie, you got yourself ready. You stared at Karina, her breasts accentuated by a black bra that left her light brown nipples uncovered. Lowering your gaze, your eyes run across her toned stomach and small waist before reaching her panties, designed for easy access with a slit running down the middle. You felt yourself become erect as you continued to stare. Karina stares back at you, seeing your bulge through your pants as she licks her lips. "You can start the cameras if you're ready." You grab the remote control for the farther cameras and a smaller one for a pov shot. 

Starting the recording, you say, "There we go." At those words, Karina gets down on her knees. Pulling down your pants, she frees your hard cock from its constraints. Her delicate hand takes your shaft and slowly strokes it. At the head, she pauses and rubs the head with her thumb; you struggle to stay quiet as your legs become weak. You record Karina as she stares up at the camera. 

With a hungry look, she says, "I know you want more, baby, and I'm going to make sure you give me everything you got."

Karina runs her tongue along the underside of your cock, going from base to tip and back. The next time she does it, Karina takes the head into her mouth. Her tongue licks the tip like a popsicle while stroking your shaft. The corners of her mouth are stretched as she moves to take in more of your cock. As Karina bobs her head, you groan; keeping the camera on her, she occasionally glances up to meet it. "You love watching me suck your big cock don't you?" She says, eyeing you. You nod along, and she uses her tongue to great effect. You put your hand on the back of her head and push her forward. Her tongue tries to lick at your balls as she reaches the base. Her tight throat brings you close to orgasm; Karina feels your cock begin to throb and bobs her head, and her hands start to play with your balls, bringing you closer. As you climax, Karina slowly pulls away, making sure to drink a good amount of cum before letting the final spurts paint her face. Karina presses her finger to her lips before gathering some cum. "Just how I like it; so warm and tasty. But I want it somewhere else." She says while rubbing her wet folds. Karina walks to the bed and lays back, spreading her legs for you. "Come on, baby, fuck my pussy."

After walking to her, you slap her pussy with your cock. Karina giggles, "Don't tease me too long." You press against her entrance before pushing yourself in. "Oh, fuck," she moans as you push yourself in. You shut off the camera you're holding and place it aside. Grabbing onto Karina's hips, you start thrusting; her slick walls provide you with enough nectar that your cock is quickly coated in it, allowing you to move quicker. The slight resistance you had on your first thrust promptly disappeared, and you started ramming Karina's pussy without restraint. Karina struggles to contain her moans, covering her mouth with one hand while the other grips the bed sheets for dear life. Knowing she can never last long, you start pinching and pulling on her nipples. "Hold on; I'm going to cum." She whines as she continues to try and cover her mouth. Quickening your pace, Karina's big tits start to move around quickly as you drive your cock deep into her with every thrust. "Fuck I'm cumming!" She screams. Unable to contain herself any longer, Karina's moans bounce off the walls as her body shakes, and her juices spray toward you as her orgasm comes to a close. While she was cumming you continued pounding away at her pussy, drawing ever closer to your orgasm. 

You're interrupted by a loud knock at the door. You pull out and hurry to find a towel while the loud knocks continue. "I told you to be quiet, Karina." 

"S-shut it," Karina responds as she uses the impromptu break to catch her breath.

Opening the door, a tall woman pushes her way in. "Can't you be quiet!" I'm on my honeymoon, and I can't sleep!" She yells. You close the door behind her to not draw more attention.

"We weren't being that loud, whatever your name is," Karina responds. The woman turns to Karina and gasps as she sees her lying on the bed in lingerie, her thighs slick with her nectar and face still a mess with cum.

"I-I," The tall woman says, unable to think of anything. 

"What? Haven't you ever seen a woman get fucked this good?" Karina says as she stands up.

"I…" 

"You said you're on your honeymoon. I bet your husband isn't nearly as good as he is, and you're just angry that you couldn't cum." Karina says while getting closer to her. "What's your name?"

"Yunjin."

"Well, Yunjin, what if you tried him out?" Karina leaves Yunjin's side and goes to you before pulling down your towel and revealing your cock to Yunjin. Looking at her face, she's shocked at your size. Karina starts stroking your cock and leads you closer to Yunjin. "Don't you want to try it? I'm sure he could more than fulfill your desires." Karina stands behind Yunjin, waiting for an answer.

"I-I don't want to."

Karina blew cool air into Yunjin's ear and reached under her nightgown, rubbing and feeling how wet she was. "It looks like you really want to try. We won't tell your husband; it'll be our little secret." She whispers into her ear. Turning her focus to you, Karina asks, "Isn't that right, honey?"

"Of course, our lips will be sealed."

"I really shouldn't," Yunjin responds as she stares at your cock.

"At least give him a taste," Karina says as she guides Yunjin to her knees. Yunjin doesn't resist, as she gets to eye level with her tongue coming out for a second. Seeing that, Karina gently pushes Yunjin's head forward. Her small tongue gives the head of your cock a quick lick before going in for another. Tasting Karina's nectar in combination with some precum, Yunjin can't help herself and takes the head of your cock in her mouth. You groan as Karina pushes Yunjin further before taking her hand away. Yunjin closes her eyes as she starts bobbing her head. Karina plays with Yunjin's tits and pussy. The taller woman moans as Karina begins to play with her body. You moan as Yunjin's tongue hungrily laps at your cock. Your cock throbs as your orgasm approaches, Yunjin was ill-prepared when your cum flooded her mouth and throat. 

She’s forced to back away, and her face is coated in cum, much like Karina's. Yunjin coughs a bit before gathering some of the cum on her face and eating it. Karina laughs, seeing Yunjin want more cum. “See, it’s great. Let’s make sure you get some more elsewhere.” Her fingers push aside Yunjin’s panties before going deep inside her. The younger woman moans grow louder. “You want it don’t you? To feel his big hard cock deep inside your tight little pussy.” Yunjin nods her head quickly. “Say it, or we won't give it to you.” 

“I want him to fuck me. I want his cock.” 

Karina slaps the younger woman’s cheek, “that’s a good girl.” Helping her onto the bed, Karina strips Yunjin’s panties and nightgown away from her body. You quickly get hard looking at her relatively tight and thin body. You position yourself at her pussy and push inside quickly. Yunjin’s back arcs upward.

“Oh god, yes!” She screams. Karina just smiles as she watches the woman before her turn more into a slut. She starts teasing Yunjin’s nipples as you hold onto her lower body thrusting into her without a care. “Fuck! You’re so big; you’re so much bigger.” The younger woman moans as she pulls Karina into a kiss. You feel Yunjin wrap her legs around your waist as you continue impaling her with your cock. Noticing a bulge when you thrust, you press down on it and increase the pleasure for both of you. 

“He’s a lot better than your husband, isn’t he?”

“He’s so much better. I’m sorry, honey, but it feels too good.” Yunjin says as if her husband was there to witness her being fucked senseless. 

“Let’s put your pretty mouth to better use than talking,” Karina whispers before straddling Yunjin’s face and grinding on it. The older woman’s moans grow as Yunjin’s tongue explores her pussy without restraint. You revel in the feeling of Yunjin’s tight pussy as it squeezes down on you; you knock against her womb as you put more power into your thrusts. Yunjin’s moans grow louder as she reaches her orgasm; her lower body grinds against you erratically as cums. Karina teases Yunjin’s clit, not allowing the younger woman to get any respite. The overstimulation drives her into cumming, continuously feeding into your orgasm as her walls clamp down on your cock. Karina grows loud again as she comes closer to her climax at the hands of Yunjin. As the three of you come to the edge, Yunjin is the first to reach her climax as her body spasms; Karina soon flows as she floods Yunjin’s mouth with her nectar. You finish by slamming yourself into the younger woman filling her womb with your cum. You give her a few soft thrusts before pulling out. As you do, your semen comes flooding out of Yunjin. Karina gets off of the younger woman and chuckles to herself, “What a little slut you are.” As she turns her head toward you, she motions for you to get closer. “Let’s get her address and send her a little gift when we get home.”

Yunjin lays on the bed, breathing heavily, utterly oblivious to everything. She reaches down to feel your cum pooling around her legs.  She gives it another taste before resting. After you tell her, she should return before her husband wakes up. She does so, limping slightly as she goes back to her room. You turn off the cameras and ask around for her address the next day before eventually getting it. 

After a few weeks, Yunjin goes to receive the mail. Noticing a strange package among the regular mail. Signed as being from old friends, she opens it to find a USB and a dildo. Plugging it in, she finds a single video of that night. It was lucky that no one was around when it played. Yunjin felt herself grow wet as she watched herself be fucked; she longed to return to that night. She would masturbate to that video in every free moment she had.

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[daytaker]

Hello! I’ve viewed your blog a few times and i really really like the way that you write, so when I learned that asks were i couldn’t help but make a request. Can we get some headcaons of the brothers meeting MC’s family for the first time and already Mama MC doesn’t like any of them because “they took away her baby.” Sorry if this is a little cringe.

But of course!

(Part 2: The Dateables + Luke)

"Mom, Dad, meet seven of my boyfriends."

...is what you want to say, but you know better than to panic your parents and fluster your totally platonic demon friends at a time like this.

And what a time it is. Here you are, surrounded by your parents, an aunt, your grandpa, and your sister, trying to calm your mother down from yet another diatribe about how you can't just get up and leave for a year---I mean, God, the police were looking for you! The police! You realize we thought they'd find your body in the woods somewhere? How could you do this to us?!---when suddenly:

Knock, knock. Knock knock knock knock knock knock. Thud. Thud. Thud.

"MC! Hey MC!"

"Mammon, if they hear you, you'll ruin the surprise!"

You and your relatives stare at the door. Then they all look at you. You give an awkward smile.

"Just give me a minute... I think those are some friends of mine..."

You really wish you lived somewhere besides a one bedroom apartment, but honestly, impossible in this economy. So you don't have anywhere remotely private to tell the brothers to scatter until the dust clears. In fact, the instant you open the door, Asmodeus flings his arms around you and kisses you on the cheek---in full view of your family, mind you!---and Beel shoves a box of half-eaten chocolates into your hand. Then seven voices are all clamoring for your attention at once on one end, and another five behind you. There are thirteen individuals in this tiny apartment, you realize, and you don't even have enough seats for your family to all sit. Your sister's seated on the floor.

"Heyyyyy guys, now's....not a great time...." A smile is plastered to your face as you tip your head in the direction of your extremely concerned parents. "And...seriously? It hasn't been two weeks yet."

Mammon looks confused, then indignant. "What? ...Hey, what the hell? You're already makin' new friends?! We really that replaceable?!"

Lucifer, who stands in the back holding a balloon bouquet with a jarringly serious expression on his face, speaks up. "I believe those are MC's relatives, Mammon. It seems we came at an inopportune time after all."

"Relatives?!" Asmo and Mammon hurry on over to give them all a good look-over, the others curiously observing.

"You're MC's mom, aren't you! Oh, MC! I see where you get your cheekbones!" Asmo gushes as your mother stares at him like he's from another planet. Which he sort of is, in a sense.

"MC? Who are these people?" your grandpa asks with bewilderment and not a small amount of concern.

"They're, um..."

"They're hot." Your sister waves her fingers at the group, and you wish you had perma-died in that attic.

You need to explain yourself quickly. On the spot. You'd already told your family you'd had a bit of a quarter-life crisis and gone backpacking across the country for the year, working through the mental collapse that living in the 21st century inevitably caused, so you ride off of that. These are a ragtag bunch you met on the road, you explain. You'd spent the better part of last year roughing it from the hills of Kentucky to the forests of Washington with these guys, and you'd become incredibly close as a result. You'd lived together, laughed together, loved together, and some of them even tried to kill you on a few occasions.

("'Tried'?" mutters Satan, and Belphie gives him a death glare.)

Under the leadership of the charismatic eldest brother, Lucifer, you'd become so close that it felt as if your very souls were somehow tethered---

"I'm sorry, 'Lucifer'?" Your mom has had just about enough of this. She approaches you with a look of heartbreaking concern in her eyes and cups your face. "....Baby, did you join a cult?"

"Who does she think she is, callin' 'em that?" seethes Mammon under his breath.

"Mammon, she's my MOM."

"Alright, I think I've seen enough." Dad gets up and eyes the boys sternly. "I dunno what you've been doing with my child, but it's gonna stop, you understand? I've got a homicide detective on speed dial because of you clowns."

"Is this where they get their assertiveness from?" speculated Levi to Beel, who simply shrugged.

"Listen, I think you're all just...misunderstanding each other!" Son of Gardonus, where are you even supposed to start? You grab the nearest demon---

(Individual brothers are below the cut!)

Lucifer

"This is Lucifer."

He gives you a look that says 'you really are as stupid as I've sometimes feared'. Why didn't you come up with a fake name?

"That was a joke."

Good, things are still salvageable.

"Because following his instructions is a lot like being in Hell."

He hates you.

"If that's the devil, then call me a sinner," your aunt says, sipping her third glass of wine.

"His real name is Boris."

He hates you so much.

"Pretty well-dressed for a man who spent a year on the road," observes your Mom with undisguised distrust. "Let me guess: while you were out gathering food and panhandling to survive, he stayed indoors doing whatever the hell he felt like doing, and at the end of the day, you'd take everything you'd earned and hand it over to him, and he'd toss you some pittance in return."

"How does she know that?!" Mammon gasps.

You try explaining to your mom that there was no cult, but she hushes you remorselessly.

You beg Lucifer with your eyes not to kill your entire family please. It seems to work.

Mammon

"Mammon, these are my parents. Mom, Dad, this is Mammon. Mammon, say hello."

"Hello. Agh! Dammit! You're really gonna use that now?!"

Oops. Pact magic. It can be a little unpredictable at times. You ruffle his hair apologetically.

The two of you were pretty much inseparable over the last year, you explain. "Best buds, pretty much." He was the first of the group you got close with. Mammon seems extremely proud of this.

"Please tell me 'best bud' isn't a euphemism, MC." Your dad gives you a pleading look. "I don't know how many more surprises I can take today." You two seem far too affectionate and touchy-feely for his liking.

Your sister grins at him from her seat on the floor, which seems to embarrass and confuse him tremendously. He's refusing to look at her. Poor guy. The two of you do look a lot alike...

Levi

"This is Levi."

"Ah, that almost sounds like a normal name. Why Leh-vee, though? Why don't you pronounce it LEE-vie?

"It's short for Leviathan," he says before you can stop him.

Your sister starts cackling and Levi is very embarrassed and indignant but mostly confused.

"Is this like a cult thing?" your aunt asks. "Naming everyone after biblical demons?" She nods and raises her eyebrows, impressed, and lifts her glass in Lucifer's direction.

"And you've been out roughing it in the great outdoors?" your grandpa asks.

"Errrr..."

"Yes, he has."

"Hmm...." Grandpa stares at Levi without a word, and your sister cackles again, and Levi looks like he'll either start bawling or go full demon and kill everybody in a sort of panicked rage. You return him to his brothers.

Satan

"This is---"

"I'm Derek. Nice to meet you."

You side-eye Satan. Apparently he was not taking any risks of you straight up calling him 'Satan' in front of everyone.

Your sister and aunt both look disappointed by this name, which seems to please Satan a whole lot.

"So," your mom says, thinking this little introduction has gotten off to way too friendly a start, "you're another one of MC's... 'friends', are you?"

"Yep," you say, refusing to acknowledge that there was any innuendo to read into.

"How the hell did you get wrapped up in a cult, Derek?" your aunt asks incredulously. "You look like you came straight from a prep school... Or the Ivies, or something. Kid, let me tell you what." She points a finger at Satan without giving him an opportunity to respond. "Let me tell you, you're gonna kick yourself when you're old and ugly and you realize you wasted your time in a cult looking like you were headed to a game of polo."

"You should've given yourself a cool name like those other guys," your sister throws in.

"Guys, please."

"What? At least the other guys had character. Lucifer, the sexy vampire prince, or something. Mammon, the... Is he a himbo or a bad boy?" ("A himbo," you confirm.) "Mammon, the hellish himbo! Leviathan, a literal fish out of water! But him? This guy's just Derek from IT." Your sister blows a raspberry and gives a thumb down. "Next."

Behind you, you hear Lucifer mutter, "Mammon. Levi. Hold Satan back."

Asmo

"This is Asmo. Please don't tear him a new one, he's---"

Your sister shakes her head. "I would NEVER. This guy looks like so much fun. Like, I'm getting shopping all day, clubbing all night vibes, am I right?"

Asmo winks at your sister, and she blushes. She blushes. You're in awe.

"Hellooooo~! I'm Asmodeus, and it's wonderful to meet you all!"

"You're the one that kissed my grandchild," Grandpa recalls, raising an accusatory finger at him.

"But MC loves when I give them kisses! Surely you all understand, right?"

....

"Right..."

....

Motherfucker, Asmo just charmed your family.

Beel

"This is Beel. Beel, this is...everyone."

"Hi. Good to meet you." Beel is very polite, if a bit uncomfortable.

"Well aren't you a drink of water and a half." You hate your aunt so much sometimes.

Beel frowns. "I'd rather have something a little more filling than water."

You see a look in your aunt's eyes and you jump before she has the chance to strike.

"If you say you're on the menu, Aunt Gina, I swear--"

"What's 'Beel' short for?" your mom asks sternly.

"Beelzebub," Beel answers with an adorable but also infuriating level of innocence.

Your sister is cackling again.

Belphie

Hey, where'd Belphie go?

You look around, confused.

Oh. He wandered to your room while everyone was distracted.

He's sleeping on your bed, hugging your pillow. And drooling on it.

Your relatives stand behind you, observing the scene somberly.

"What's he on?" asks your sister in a whisper. "Like... he's definitely on something, right?"

"Freeloader. That goes for the whole lot of 'em. At least this one is honest about it. Just walks in and treats the place like it's his." Your dad is very annoyed.

"He's got narcolepsy," you insist. You don't know enough about narcolepsy to be sure if that seems like a reasonable excuse, but you're counting on your family not knowing either.

"How the hell did you all get around with a narcoleptic?" your aunt asks, elbowing Lucifer in the ribs. "Hah! Oh, MC, sweetie, I need a refill."

When you manage to get the brothers out of your apartment, you turn around and face your family. They're staring at you.

Your sister breaks the silence. "So like... how many of them have you--?"

#obey me #ask response #anon #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #obey me mc #obey me demon brothers #obey me human world #obey me swd #dthc #straddling between hc and fanfic #obey me fanfic #fanfic #lucifer #satan #mc #mammon #levi #asmo #beel #belphie #gn reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #family anon

[ihrtsevyn]

— LE SSERAFIM HEADCANONS🫧 | 001.

GENRE fluff, headcanons

SYNOPSIS habits of the le sserafim members when they have a crush on you <3

WARNINGS no specific gender, no smut or suggestive content of any kind, lowercase intended.

WC 791

masterlist | main page <3

. . . SAKURA (사쿠라)

i. gravitates towards you. in a room full of hundreds of people, sakura will easily spot you within seconds. as soon as you walk into a party, sakura will be by your side in seconds. she says it's fate with how easily she's drawn to you, you roll your eyes every time thinking she's just being playful not knowing that she means every flirty compliment and heartfelt confession. ii. gives you gifts. she puts her crocheting skills to use any time she has free time. she's made hats for her friends but she goes all out for you. learning new patterns and getting different yarns to build you anything you desire. she'll make little stuffed animals for you and in secret keep a matching one, she'll craft cute tops that compliment your frame, and even make you small trinkets you can put as decoration in your room!

. . . CHAEWON (김채원)

i. gets easily jealous. she hates the feeling she gets when someone is hogging all of your attention, making you laugh so hard that you're clutching your stomach in pain, your smile so wide that it almost reaches your ears, and your eyes staring so fondly at another. all of that should be towards her, and chaewon can't stand the fact that another person can get that reaction out of you. she'll play off her jealousy usually by saying something like "y/n, you still love me right?" with a pout. after your bits of reassurance she becomes less jealous and more so clingy, it's a repeating cycle. ii. can't keep her eyes off of you. she finds her eyes traveling back to your figure more often than normal. she keeps a watchful eye out for you, ready to drag you away from any uncomfortable situation you might've gotten thrown into. she can't help the adoring smile that comes across her face when she sees you do something even remotely endearing to her, your smile and simple mannerism all reminders of why she likes you so much.

. . . YUNJIN (허윤진)

i. sends pictures/videos of things that remind her of you. throughout your day you'll randomly get photos or small clips of things that remind yunjin of you. sometimes it'll be a quick video of a red panda eating bamboo, or a picture of a hairless cat in a turtleneck. it really depends on what mood she's in! ii. calls you nicknames. her nicknames can range from simple pet names like 'babe', 'baby', and 'sweetie' but as time goes on and you get more comfortable with each other she'll start calling you annoyingly sweet names like 'muffin', 'gumdrop', and 'kitty'. she loves how you physically recoil in disgust as soon as those words leave her lips. she'll laugh off your disgust but in her mind she's wishing with crossed fingers that you'll give her a chance.

. . . KAZUHA (카즈하)

i. she can't keep eye-contact with you. she's not someone that usually struggles with eye-contact but she finds it extra hard to look you in the eye, and for a long while she didn't know why. instead of staring into your alluring eyes that make the tips of her ears turn red and burn in embarrassment, she trails her eyes all over your face. looking at your eyebrows, cheekbones, lips, and nose, all to avoid the painful butterflies that swarm in her stomach when your soft gaze meets hers. ii. asks about you. to get closer to you she'll ask your closest friends/family members about you. she'll bring up your favorite musical artist, or a tv show you just started watching in a nonchalant way just to get a conversation started. nothing could mask the adoration that coats her face when your eyes light up with excitement at the mention of one of your favorite things.

. . . EUNCHAE (은채)

i. teases you the most. if eunchae finds herself with a crush on you, you'll be subjected to a lot of her teasing. it's never harsh in nature and it's a lot more flirty if anything. she'll gently push you away from her if you get too close, falsely claiming that the reason she did so was because she didn't want you next to her but in reality it was because your close proximity made her heart rate speed up with reddening ears. ii. holds your hand. she always has some intricate excuse to hold your hand. whether it be to look at any new formed callouses, or because she didn't want to lose you in a crowd! she'll make fun of you for thinking it was anything more than what she claimed it to be, although you both know there's no reason for her to hold your hand as much as she does.

#le sserafim x reader #le sserafim #kpop gg x reader #le sserafim texts #le sserafim headcanon #le sserafim fic #yunjin le sserafim #sakura le sserafim #eunchae le sserafim #chaewon le sserafim #kazuha le sserafim #sakura x reader #eunchae x reader #chaewon x reader #kazuha x reader #le sserafim x fem reader #le sserafim fluff #huh yunjin x reader

[divine-misfortune]

Swiss had reached out and playfully ruffled his sweaty hair after Phantom pulled his helmet off. He grinned broadly as he praised him for his first ritual, and like his enthusiasm was contagious, Phantom found himself smiling, smiling stupidly at that. The little chuckle Swiss spared made something warm settle in his chest. Easily warding off the pinpricks of doubt.

When he withdrew to continue on backstage, Phantom physically sagged. He almost reached out to grab Swiss by the wrist. But he didn't. He had enough self control to keep his hand at his side, even if his fingers still twitched with a pitiful need. Despite that restraint, Swiss still noticed the poor bug's face fall when he moved on from him, the flicker of disappointment from the corner of his eye was almost missable.

And later on the bus when the buzz of adrenaline in the air had seemingly died down as most of the other ghouls had either slipped off to bed or were forcibly dragged into a bunk for, as Mountain called it, mandatory cuddle time, Phantom couldn't even think of sleeping.

The quintessence ghoul was wired. He'd barely forced himself to stop pacing the length of the bus, brain far too busy for rest. Without the distraction of the others, Phantom was left in a weirdly sharp silence. There was too much room for him to think, and nothing coming to mind was remotely pleasant.

Mistakes, too many of them to be acceptable. All of his sharp notes and missed cues were digging away at him, leaving a gaping pit in his gut. He'd been warned that there were big shoes to fill, but it felt like he'd hardly even stepped into them. Disappointment itched under his skin and he busied his hands repeatedly combing through the ends of his hair in an attempt to self soothe. It barely did the job but it was something to focus on.

Padding up and down the narrow aisle between the bunks eventually earned him the attention of a very groggy multi ghoul. The thin, and honestly sorry excuse of a privacy curtain was tugged back and Swiss' head poked out. He looked just as tired as Phantom felt.

"Hey," Swiss whispered as he propped himself up on his elbow, head lolling heavily towards his pillow like he just might sink back into it at any second "Surprised you aren't sleeping, Rora straight up passed out the second we got on the bus."

"...Can't sleep." Phantom shrugged and twisted a loose strand of white hair around his index finger, "sorry if I woke you."

"Hadn't nodded off just yet..." Judging from the lazy way he blinked, he was lying. "You okay?"

Phantom opened his mouth but felt his throat unwillingly tighten before any sound could get out.

I fucked it up. I ruined the first fucking song. Copia hasn't said a word to me since before we got on stage.

He didn't trust himself to speak like this. Not while his brain felt like tearing itself apart. He bit the inside of his cheek and shrugged again, a feeble smile forced onto his face. It surely didn't meet his eyes.

Swiss frowned.

"Wanna talk about it?" He shook his head abruptly and Swiss's brow furrowed for a moment in thought before patting the edge of the bed. "Okay, we don't need to talk then, c'mere."

Phantom paused fully, even the restless way he combed through his hair stilled. He tipped his head.

"Trust me?"

For a moment Phantom rocked back on his heels. He could very well shake his head again and slink back to his own bunk. Curl up against the wall and keep his problems to himself. There were a dozen or so more rituals to get through, he couldn't just go crawling back to his pack mates like some sad kit every time he made a mistake. He needed to learn to live with it.

But Swiss looked at him kindly. He waited patiently in the silence that Phantom was allowing to drag on. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he took a step forward and felt a faint heat in his cheeks when that same grin made a reappearance. More lopsided this time, but it held the same sort of warmth to it.

It was an awkward fit, getting them both in such a narrow space when Swiss was bigger and broader than Phantom in most senses, but Swiss dutifully pressed his back to the wall and allowed him the space to get comfortable. They'd never been close like this as far as Phantom could recall, and he hoped Swiss couldn't hear the way his pulse rattled in his rib cage. Even in the dark, he could see the fine details of the older ghoul's face. Most notably, the way decades of joy had etched soft lines around his eyes and mouth. Part of him wanted to reach out, touch them delicately, and hope for the same in time. He chose to keep his hands clutched to his chest instead.

Phantom inhaled shakily as he settled under the blankets and tried not to pay much attention to the sweet musky smell that washed over him. Gentle waves of something oddly comforting pulling the tension from his shoulders.

"Hi," Swiss hummed. He seemed pleased with himself, watching the quintessence ghoul through heavily lidded eyes.

"...Thought we didn't have to talk."

The multi ghoul chuckled under his breath with a nod, "I did, didn't I? One more question and no more words, deal?"

"I guess."

"Is it okay if I touch you?"

Phantom felt his stomach flip in the hollow space it seemed to exist in. There was a sudden spike in his gut, not exactly anxiety but close enough to panic for him to notice. He fidgeted with the collar of his shirt.

"Y...Yeah."

Uncertainty left a sour taste in his mouth, but the quintessence ghoul held his breath and waited. Waited for the wandering hand that was inevitably find its way past the elastic of his boxers and to where he was most vulnerable. Would that make him feel better? To let Swiss guide him towards exhaustion with a loose fist and a certain brand of filth he wasn't accustomed to? The idea did nothing to ease a swelling anxiety but Phantom was certain Swiss knew best. At least knew better than him, and he trusted the older ghoul to care for him in his stint of weakness.

In all the months Phantom had been topside, this was the first true unguarded moment he'd allowed himself in front of another ghoul. It felt like showing his belly, an uncomfortable display of submission and weakness. He couldn't keep Swiss' overly warm gaze when he slipped an arm over his waist. Large hand laid flat on the space between his shoulder blades, an almost laughable reminder of how small he was - how small he felt. What little space had been between them was closed, and suddenly Swiss was encompassing him fully. There was nothing to focus on besides Swiss. Heat pulsed in his cheeks and he opted to hide behind his eyelids.

Phantom wasn't sure what was coming. His skin prickled underneath Swiss' touch as it drifted. Even through a barrier of fabric the sensation was too vivid. Surely Swiss could feel his muscles going tought.

But Swiss didn't mention it, and his hand found a home in the little ghoul's dark hair. Unglamored claws grazed the nape of his neck before scratching lightly at the base of his skull. He braced himself for the mean grip that he'd been told Swiss liked to take but that firm hand never came.

There was something cautious in the way Swiss held him, like he was fragile. Valued, even.

He kissed the space between his horns, and Phantom realized he was shaking. Kindness was not a foreign concept to the little ghoul. It still somehow took him by surprise. Such a slow and careful display of affection. How was he supposed to react? All he could think to do was clutch onto Swiss' shirt like a lifeline.

"Oh bug..." The multi ghoul was frowning. He could hear the sad cadence in his voice. "I've got you, you're okay..."

It was like he'd given Phantom the permission to break because it hit him like a train. A sob tore out of his throat, eager to escape the confines of his vessel. Swiss only shifted closer and allowed him to bury his face into his chest.

"I can't do this-" Phantom hiccuped through his tears and Swiss gently carded his fingers further into his hair. "I can't, I can't, I'm not meant for this. I fucked up, I'm gonna keep fucking up."

"Hey, hey," Swiss squeezed him lightly. "These things aren't meant to be perfect. Nobody expects them to be."

"I ruined it from the first note, and it only got worse from there..."

"We've all made mistakes, I mean...Hell, I sang the chorus during an instrumental section during one of my first shows. And Dew? Dew once fucked up the start of ritual so bad Copia literally mocked him on stage. Little guy was damn near ready to spike his guitar into the ground."

Phantom only attempted to hide further.

"...You know why Rain's name is Rain?"

"No?"

"Because he slipped during his first show, and rain falls down."

He couldn't help the way his quiet laugh made his shoulders shake. Swiss kissed the top of his head this time.

"I'm sure Dew's shown you the video of me falling off my platform at least a dozen times by now."

"...Once or twice."

"See? Mistakes happen. It's your first time, little shadow, you did amazing...We're so proud of you."

Phantom sniffled. His eyes stung and his throat felt tight. Swiss continued the comforting and repetitive drag of his nails over his scalp, a low rumble kicking up in his chest. The quintessence ghoul felt himself truly melting into him.

"You okay?" Swiss asked and rubbed little circles into his back.

"...Tired."

"You wanna go to sleep?"

"Mhm...Can I, um, stay here?"

"Course you can, whatever you want."

Phantom breathed in shakily, peeling himself off of the multi ghoul long enough for him to wipe his eyes. Swiss still looked down at him fondly. Exhaustion present on his face, but fond nonetheless.

"Thank you," he mumbled and allowed Swiss to pull him back in with a tuneless hum. He was just as tired, and Phantom easily slotted himself back into the other ghoul. Wrapped up in his arms, legs tangled together, Phantom could finally let himself rest.

#writing #void writing #phantom ghoul #Swiss ghoul #multi ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost the band #phantom/swiss #swiss/phantom

[grimesgirll]

you'd been begging daryl to take you hunting.

"why don't you take her?" rick implored. "she's not a bad shot."

"we'd be bowhunting, not rifle hunting." daryl distinguishes with a grunt.

"i can learn," you assure him, holding your compound bow in your hands. "technically, i've been shooting since i was seven."

"once a summer for fifteen minutes while peddling cookies," he states.

"c'mon, she learned a lot at camp." rick rebuts, grinning at you. "right, doll, didn't you learn how to build a fire and purify water?" you nod. "none of us have frozen to death or gotten diphtheria yet, so i'd say you should at least give her archery skills a chance."

"please?" you borderline beg, breath hitching as you see your morning not going how you planned. "i really wanna learn to track."

daryl doesn't say anything, just looks from you to the bow in your hand. rick interrupts whatever thoughts he has with a sigh. "daryl, why don't ya just take her? she clearly wants to go with you." he gestures to you. "how can you say no to her when she's asking so nicely? unless you think it's too hairy for her out there and we should just spend the day tucked inside here."

you whine at the idea. you want to be outside.

that spurs daryl into saying a rushed, "grab your heavy coat and your arrows."

you grin at rick who despite assisting in your victory, looks disappointed that you'll be gone for the day. while daryl is busy grabbing his crossbow, you slink over to rick, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“thanks,” you seal your gratitude with a kiss.

he wraps a firm arm around you. "you're welcome, sweetheart," your leader punctuates with a hand dug in your hair while he brings your face to his. you almost don't notice daryl until he's huffing by the doorway and you're kissing rick goodbye one last time and scrambling to grab your bow before dashing out the door after your boyfriend.

gone from alexandria, you and daryl take off on foot towards what he’d described as the best hunting grounds in the nearest fifty miles.

"be sure to quiet down," daryl tells you, abstaining from cringing as your boots crunch every leaf on the forest floor beneath them.

"sorry," you giggle. you try to quell your footsteps but it's hard when you're so captivated by the beauty of the woods.

before everything happened with the dead walking, you loved being outside. growing up in scouts and regularly camping had turned you into someone who was all too reckless outside for their knowledge of the woods. yes, you knew that predators and walkers lurked around every corner out here but you just want to crane your neck and stare at the sky through the trees, or let your eyes wander over the meandering streams.

that's why daryl is watching you like a hawk.

years of tracking has made him hip to everything going on around him. truth be told, if anyone or anything were on your trail, you were a dead giveaway. stomping about the way you are, you're bound to scare off any small game but he's trying to be patient with you. it's not like you had to keep it down at your hippie dippie kumbaya girl scout camp or on sunlit afternoon hikes. daryl, on the other hand, moved about undetected like it was second nature. had to be quiet if you wanted to actually to leave the forest with a meal.

he's watching you and the woods just to be safe. it's hard not getting distracted by you the way you're getting all caught up in the trees and the vivid greenery surrounding you.

the sight of you; pink lips parted just slightly with your head tipped all the way back to look for bird nests have his jeans getting cramped. you're just so excited to be outside.

it's not like you don't go on walks every day in alexandria with judith or join them on occasional outings beyond the walls. there's just not as much room for you to leave with how dangerous even just scavenging is turning out to be, so it's harder to get you out for a remote nature walk.

"what're we tracking for?" you ask.

daryl pushes a branch out of the way, holding it back as you pass under before catching up. "whatever you don't scare away with all that noise."

you snort. "so no deer?"

the redneck laughs. "not with the way you're tramping through here."

"what about pheasants?" you question, tiptoeing over a particularly rocky section of daryl's trail. "or do we need dogs to find them?"

"you don't need no damn dog to hunt pheasants."

"a decoy?"

"you just gotta' be patient." he clicks his tongue. "but it's not like you'd know anything about that." you let out a small whine and his breath hitches.

"just askin'."

"i know, girl."

"so what're you shooting for?"

daryl shrugs. "think' we can probably find something further up the ridge. rabbit, squirrel, something 'for you to aim at."

you nod and knock an arrow. following your boyfriend as he takes you past one of his favorite creeks outside of alexandria, leading the way as you pad along on the forest floor behind him.

your shotgun is slung on your back in its strap, understudying the compound bow you’d dug out of the armory. there were many fewer bow users in the apocalypse than there should’ve been. for every bow hunter, there were fifteen idiots blowing off the head of whatever or whoever they encountered with some barely functional, scavenged handgun. maintaining the skill and the arrows for a bow wasn't necessarily for the lazy.

you really didn't have much experience with archery or hunting for that matter. rick joked that you were a duck hunter but that had been dumb luck. while scavenging for gas along a riverside park, you'd seen some geese and fired your shotgun. rick couldn't be upset about the noise when your impulsive assault on the waterfowl was what filled your stomachs that night. and as a reward, rick filled you up just the way you liked it that night.

you'd go out firing on random flocks of geese more if it meant rick would fuck you the way he did that night. you were losing your mind - putty in his hands - from all the praise. his good girl who shot their dinner. marking every thrust with more praise.

the naughty bundle of nerves between your legs awakens at the thought of receiving the same treatment from daryl. he didn't love spanking your ass red or doling out punishments like rick, but you wanted to see his face after you caught something. after you shoot a deer with your bow. he would be so proud of you, giving you a celebratory kiss before helping you field dress your harvest.

whatever route daryl is following takes on an impressive incline, giving way to a fragmented vista of the tiny green valley. you wish you had binoculars. once your eyes stop scanning the sky for hawks, an auburn mess of hair catches your eye. even through his black windbreaker, you can see the outline of his muscles along his back. his form and thoughts of him taking you up against a tree cloud your brain until you hear your name.

"yeah," you answer, looking up at daryl who's stopped to pause below a short, dense pine. he motions for you to squat with him and you do, settling into a perched position with your loaded bow sat on your knees.

“right here is the perfect pass along the ridge to come up and over the mountain,” daryl explains, blue eyes catching a bit of sunlight. “a bunch of game will be scampering around as the day goes on. won’t see any deer right before noon though. not that they’d wanna walk up here with your loud ass.”

you snicker before sending him an apologetic look. “sorry, dare’. i’m not used to being quiet like that.”

i know, baby, he wants to say but just points to your knocked arrow. “wanna have that ready. never know when a squirrel’ll come skippin’ by.”

“yes, sir,” you croon, smirking at the way his eyes darken and he playfully ruffles your hair.

settling into a cozy state of surveillance, your eyes start to droop. rick had kept you up after daryl went to bed. this was before you woke up with the urge to accompany daryl on his hunt, so you probably only got four or five hours of sleep. typical rick keeping you up with sweet temptations like his hands on your breasts, his warm mouth on your torso, licking down to your clit and reigniting that fire that’s consumed your core earlier in the night.

you start to feel it stirring when your mind wanders to the man sitting beside you. you smile sweetly at him when he catches your gaze and ask an innocent question about pheasant hunting again that breaks the silence.

then you’re relaying the story about the time your cousin fell out of his tree stand after one too many beers.

daryl guffaws. “that’s some’ shit merle would do.”

"yeah, it was pretty stupid of him."

the quiet returns. you sigh. the silence meant to lull the local game into a false sense of security is boring you. you came out here for some one on one time with daryl and to learn to track, not to sit in silence in the cold for god knows how long.

you close the distance between you and daryl. tucking yourself into his side, you earn a look from him. "i'm cold," you commiserate.

the archer has to look away from your doe eyes to keep his zipper from popping. he mentally debates pulling you closer until he gives in and tugs you to his chest, ruining your position holding your bow.

both of you know you’re eventually going to do what you do best in the cold; get distracted by warming each other up. it’s evident from how you sink back further against daryl. nonchalant even when you feel his hardness against your ass.

“feeling warmer,” you update him.

“good,” he murmurs when you press your head back to his chest. you feel warmer; despite your layers, daryl has gotten your core going enough for you to feel it from head to toe.

you imagine a wave of pleasure, not just flickering body heat as you turn around and face his groin on your knees.

“not out here,” he mutters with a gasp of your name. his belt falls and your hands start on his zipper, progressing the metal zip all the way down until a sturdy hand grabs yours. “don’t you wanna catch something?” he reminds you of the reason you even trekked up here.

you shake your head yes.

“then what’s this all about?”

you roll your eyes. “dare’, I’m bored!”

“i told you that half’a hunting is waitin’!” daryl chides, pushing your hands down.

tears well in your eyes. the older man exhales; he’s fucked.

“dare’-,”

“don’t you start.” he tells you, grasping your chin in his hand and leaning down to kiss you. you tilt upwards eagerly into the kiss from the pine needle littered ground. “you’re gonna scare anything left up here.”

daryl disconnects from you when your bow is lowered to the ground. his thumb slips into your mouth and without hesitation, you treat his thumb to the same treatment he’d gotten last night.

it’s not long before he’s finally saying, “fuck it!” declaring out loud what you’ve been yearning for the entire morning.

with another smirk, you strip him of his pants until he’s popping out of his boxers. your mouth is on him an instant - it’s cold after all. first thing, you envelope him in your mouth, pulsing downstairs again when his hands find warmth in your hair. you don’t need him to guide your head down to the base of your cock for you to take him into your throat.

the black shotgun you’d proudly toted - even after it’d been confiscated at terminus - is deposited hap-hazardously on the ground while your bow is on the other side of your legs. daryl’s ditched his crossbow at this point, opting to explore the far reaches of your throat with his cock while the bow stands against the other side of the tree.

your boyfriend’s breath hitches again. you overfill as much of his cock as you can into your mouth until you slide yourself up and off, taking a break to catch your breath.

fucked out and face flush in spite of the cold, daryl is pleasantly surprised when you dive down to pay his balls some serious attention. you loll each one into your mouth, leisurely progressing up his length with gentle licks until you’re gingerly kissing the head, locking eyes with him.

disregarding the chill beneath your knees, you dip your mouth down on him again, licking a new trail up his rock hard cock. thinking about how painful it must be in this cold, you give into him when he thrusts into your mouth.

hands in your hair, daryl is in heaven. getting head under the trees? sign him the fuck up. you two have fooled around outside before of course but that wasn't usually by choice. without having to worry about a horde of walkers hot on your trail or horrors like cannibals hunting you, he could lean back and just enjoy the sight of you between his legs, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock.

for a moment, he worries that the sounds you make as you swallow his length will attract walkers but he's too hard to care. you bob up and down, trying to take more of him each time. his hands guide you until he's bucking in your mouth and feel him spill down your throat.

daryl's gonna have to take you hunting more often.

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon x reader #rick grimes #twd imagine #daryl dixon imagine #rick grimes x reader #former girlscout!reader #reader is down bad for both of them as per usual #rickyl #rickyl x reader #daryl dixon smut #established relationship #thinking about writing a part two... #guys i've been meaning to get to writing school aka the words to use instead of said tag but life's been busy! #once im not on the gap year doing random environmental intern shit the smut will be so good #i'll be in creative writing iii workshopping my brain dont worry guys #still getting the hang of writing smut #not beta read #darylcentric #dacryphilia if you squint #grimesgirll #getting it on in the great outdoors #blowy

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝

Novelties came and went as the years passed — the phases of costumes and trends passed you by with as little care as the last, but not this year. You were determined to make this a surprise that would take Bucky by storm, especially if you reaped the rewards of it. 

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ღ Nurse!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ღ 3.2k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ღ Fluff ჻჻჻ SMUT: Unprotected, clothed and desperate piv, roleplay, clit play, squirting, multiple orgasms, dirty talk to the extreme ჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, daddy, uniform

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ღ This was originally a prompt that @smutconnoisseur gave me many months ago, and I hope I did it justice.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ღ Cravin' by Stileto, Kendyle Paige

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ღ @rookthorne's Fright Night — Masterlist ღ @anyfandomfluffbingo 𝗜𝟯 — Nurse/Patient — Masterlist ღ @mcukinkbingo 𝗡𝟰 — Revealing Clothes — Masterlist

𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

If there was one thing you were grateful for during Halloween, it was the ease of access to costumes. 

At least, that’s what you thought as you stared at the spread of your choice of costume over the bed covers in front of you. It was a simple fit, if only a little sexy — it was the best you could find that looked even remotely comfortable. The kit that it came with included a flimsy, plastic stethoscope, and a headband that looked utterly ridiculous. 

You shook your head and tossed said headband into the waste bin next to the door, and then you eyed the set of thigh high stockings and garters. The lingerie sale had enticed you into getting them and you figured you may as well go all out — it was a treat, why not?

It was only when you were struggling to pull said thigh highs up your legs did you regret the choice to include them at all. “This is ridiculous-” You grunted, yanking the elastic higher and you grimaced at the sound of tearing fabric. “Hard. What the hell, how did women do this on the daily–?”

“Baby?” Bucky called from the living room, just where you had left him. “Are you alright? What’re you doin’?”

“Nothing!” you called back, hopping on one foot to sit on the edge of the mattress. “It’s fine, don’t worry–I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay…” He didn’t sound convinced, but you didn’t hear him approaching the bedroom, either. 

You blew out a breath of relief and continued on the painstaking task of dressing up. The skirt of the costume flared out from your waist and ended just below your ass – if you stood straight, you were covered, if you bent over, Bucky would learn just how little you were wearing after all. 

Forgoing panties was a new, foreign feeling, but it made your heart race in the best way – it felt like you were carrying and concealing a secret that only Bucky would find out and know. 

With the stockings and dress in place, you heaved a sigh, panting slightly with the effort. “This better be worth it,” you muttered as you grabbed the small heels from the foot of the bed. In some way, you knew it would be, but you reserved your judgement for when you rounded the corner to face the living room, where Bucky was currently lounging and reading a book. 

You looked back at the bed once more to make sure it was neat, and then you slowly padded out of the bedroom, careful to not let the heels click too loudly over the floor. The stethoscope that came with the costume dangled in your hand before you placed it around your neck. 

Taking a deep breath, you mustered all of the grace, courage, and sensuality you could manage, and you peeked around the corner. 

Bucky was curled up on one end of the couch, legs tucked up and to the side of his body, while he rested the book on his knee. There was a thoughtful frown on his lips, and crease between his brows as his eyes flitted from left to right over the page, and then when he changed the page, the tip of his tongue ran over his lips before that frown would appear once again. 

A navy blue henley stretched over his chest and shoulders while the sleeves were rolled to his elbows, revealing his muscled forearms and gentle hands. His thighs were covered in the soft fabric of his favourite (and your favourite) grey sweatpants that hugged his thighs and showed off much more. 

Loose strands of hair from the bun at the nape of his neck framed his face, bringing to life just the shadow of stubble he’d let grow over his two days off. The glasses perched on the edge of his nose slipped slightly and you watched, your mouth watering, as his hand moved from the book and pushed the frames back up with his index finger. 

He insisted that they were good for reducing strain on his eyes; you insisted they were an aphrodisiac. 

While you stared, he licked the tip of his finger and flipped the page once more, completely oblivious to your presence around the corner. It was a battle to keep the small whimper in your throat from escaping at such a small gesture, but your cunt began to throb the more you watched his mouth. 

Get it together, you scolded yourself, gritting your teeth slightly in determination. 

You stepped forward and rounded the corner, still careful to keep quiet, and you crossed your arms just under your breasts. 

Bucky didn’t look up from his book when he said, “Hey, you alright?”

“Fine, babe,” you answered, arching a brow. “How’s the book?”

Not missing a beat, Bucky huffed and replied, “It’s okay–I don’t get what the hype behind it, but what can you do?”

“Right.” The two of you fell back into a comfortable, but charged, silence. “Buck?”

“Yeah?” He still didn’t look up from his book. He bit his lip as he turned the page again and the action made you squeeze your thighs. 

Impatience finally stirred you into action, and you cleared your throat. 

Only then did Bucky finally glanced upwards, but what he saw didn’t seem to register, because he looked back down at his book. 

The spell lasted less than a second. 

His head shot back up to stare at you so fast you were worried he would put a crick in his neck, and his mouth fell slack with the shock. Weakly, he uttered, “What the–?”

“Surprise,” you teased, blowing him a kiss. “I think it’s time for your examination.”

Bucky sat stock still for a moment, blinking rapidly as his book fell to the floor, entirely forgotten. “E-Examination?”

“You’ve been a good boy waiting for me, daddy,” you purred, and you beckoned him closer with a crook of your finger. “Come on. I’ll take you back.”

Wordlessly – whether he was too stunned to speak, or unable to even open his mouth to utter anything – Bucky rose from his perch on the couch, his cock already pitching a tent in his sweats. You grinned and grabbed his hand, before you turned and started to walk back to the bedroom. 

It was then something seemed to clunk into place in Bucky’s mind, but it was the wrong gear. 

“How the fuck do they expect us to do our jobs in that beats me, look, it’s so impractical!” Bucky said in one breath. You stopped and blinked at him for a second before he ploughed on, unable to take in the context that this was a sexy nurse costume. “You can’t bend in that; you can’t check vitals. And where the hell would you keep a damn pen?”

“Uh-”

Bucky scoffed, looking at the stethoscope that rested on your chest. “And that? Good luck gettin’ anything from that.” He looked down at your shoes and raised his brows in disbelief. “What- I swear they’re goin’ to kill me. How in the hell are we gonna do shifts with those?”

You couldn’t believe it. Here Bucky stood, in the middle of the living room with his dick half-mast, ranting and raving over a novelty costume. It took all of your will to not burst into hysterical laughter at the sheer humour of the situation – instead, you let go of Bucky’s hand and crossed your arms, sure to push your breasts up as you turned to fully face him again. 

His eyes were drawn to them, and he immediately opened his mouth to speak, but something seemed to click in his mind – this time, the right gear landed in place. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

“Fuck.”

Before you could even point out that it was a bit of fun, Bucky launched forward and claimed your lips with his, bodily forcing you back against the wall where you squeaked into his mouth at the impact. “Fuckin’ hell, baby–what made you think a’this?” His voice was raspy and deep with need, and it only made you whine in reply. “I need to fuck you–need it so bad, Sugar, please.”

“Fuck me, daddy,” you whispered against his lips, gripping the back of his neck. He went willingly when you guided him to your throat, eagerly mouthing and nipping at the skin. There was brush of pressure over your costume and you gasped sharply when you realised his hips were stuttering – fucking the air in his desperation. “Need your cock, please.”

Bucky groaned and sucked harshly over your pulse point. 

Your movements were clumsy as you stumbled into the bedroom, pulling Bucky along when he refused to let go of your body and cease his attack on your neck with his tongue and lips. He was breathing heavily as he moved his hands over your waist, roaming over your body until his palms brushed the tops of your thighs. 

The lack of fabric or lace where your panties would have been seemed to make him pause. “You’re not–there’s- Fuck,” he rasped, moving his hands to cup your bare ass.

You moaned and fisted a hand in his hair, jostling the bun and his hair fell from the updo. “Wanted to be bare for you, daddy. Fill me up, c’mon.”

“I’ll do more than that, baby,” Bucky growled, and you shrieked in shock as he forced you down onto the bed, and he followed you, crawling up to your face and settling his still clothed crotch over your bare cunt. “You think you can tease me like this an’ get away with it?”

His forearms bracketed your shoulders as he grinded down into your heat, ignorant of the slick that now covered his crotch. “You’re gonna take my cock like a good girl, and you’re gonna beg for me to stop, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you moaned, and you fumbled with the elastic of his sweats and briefs, while his mouth continued the attack over your neck, going as far as your collarbone. “Give it to me–so ready for it.”

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured against your skin. 

You felt the hitch in his breath rather than hearing it when you pulled his cock free from his boxers – it was heavy and hot in your hands, and for such a short window of arousal, it was already red and purpling over the head.

 “Fuck,” Bucky moaned, and his hips shuddered as you pumped him with your fist, spreading the precum that had leaked down his shaft. You moved your other hand to trace over his head until he whimpered. “Baby–baby, shit. Please-”

In a blind urge of desperation, and with your hands occupied with his cock, you moved your feet to push down his sweats and boxers off all the way, but he gripped your ankle in his hand.

“No,” Bucky growled low in his throat. “Can’t wait, honey. Need your pussy, an’ I need it now. Don’t keep her from me.” 

Heady arousal flushed your system and a wave of dizziness made you gasp. 

“Fuck–yes, come on,” you begged, and you groaned loudly as he slowly forced his cock into your cunt, the stretch of it on the right side of painful. “Yes! Don’t stop, don’t stop–please!”

“Take it, baby,” Bucky moaned, his lips hovering over yours. “Such a good girl, only a bit to go–c’mon, open up for daddy-” The litany of praises was cut off with a harsh grunt when he finally bottomed out. “That’s it, good girl–good fuckin’ girl. Oh my god, fuck yes.”

Your breath turned laboured with him fully seated in your cunt, and you couldn’t stop the flutters that pulsed around him, making the slight jolts of his hips even harder to breathe through. “You feel s’good–so big, daddy.”

“I know, honey, baby,” Bucky murmured, kissing you softly. He rocked his hips slowly, teasingly, and each stroke made you whimper in your throat. “But you take me so well, jus’ like you were made for my cock, huh? Perfect fuckhole for daddy.” 

“Hnng- Yeah, yeah, ‘m perfect,” you mumbled, dizzy with the pleasure of his words. 

“Yeah, you are,” Bucky cooed. “Think you can take more, baby?” Your hair shook out from behind you with the eagerness of your nod, and he chuckled lowly before pecking your nose. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s see if you can get daddy to do his cardio for the day–need to keep ‘im in shape, yeah?”

Bucky’s hips surged forward and fucked into you with abandon – each thrust punched the air from your lungs with a huff and you gripped his shoulders, bunching the fabric of his shirt in your hands. “Ah–fuck! Yes, daddy!”

“Fuck,” he breathed, and he ducked his head to mouth at your throat. His hips drove forward with such ferocity you were pushed up the mattress. “You feel like heaven, honey–this pussy s’all mine. Mine.”

You couldn’t speak around the litany of squeaks and moans falling from your lips, but Bucky continued anyway. “Seein’ you in this pretty little outfit–shit, baby. You’re gonna kill me.”

“Worth- Oh! It–so worth it!”

“Fuckin’ agree with you, baby,” Bucky huffed. “Now you’ve got me needin’ to fuck this tight pussy so good she’ll be gaping when ‘m done–y’know that right, baby girl?”

Breathlessly, you shuddered and moaned a quiet, “Yes.”

“Good girl. Now take it.” Bucky’s thrusts became impossibly fast and you were sure your thighs would be bruised by the end of this tryst. 

When the coil low in your stomach began to tighten, Bucky moved an arm from next to your shoulder and he whispered, “Want you to cum for me, baby. Need to feel you squeeze my cock.” His fingers brushed over your sternum. “Over, and over.” You could feel the pads of his fingers dance over your hips, and you whimpered when he leaned in close, his lips now right next to your ear. “And over, sweetheart.” 

The pad of his index and ring fingers thrummed over your bundle of nerves with such speed you couldn’t draw breath from the onslaught of pleasure. 

“That’s it, that’s it!” he called over your whines, and he fucked you harder – the strokes of his cock long and deep. “Oh, fuck–sweetheart, give it to me, give it to daddy. C’mon.”

Your climax roared through your body like a wildfire, bright and hot in its destruction; back bowed to the ceiling, you could feel the heat from Bucky’s chest over your middle while he continued to move his hips in a circular grind. 

“Oh, fuck–shit, daddy,” you gasped finally, the waves now settling deep in your core again. “Fuck.”

Bucky chuckled, still rocking his hips. “I know you got one more in you, sweetheart,” he purred, and he nuzzled your neck, kissing it softly. “Let’s see just how hard I can get my nurse to cum for me.”

“Bu- Ah! Ah–fuck!” You gasped as Bucky fucked you up the mattress, his knees planted firmly to give him more leverage. The faster he fucked into you, the faster the feeling of another climax crested. This one felt different; more intense. “Oh, fuck–something- Different,” you hicupped, grabbing his biceps. 

You could feel his grin against your throat. “I know, honey–you’re already squeezin’ me. Do you hear that?” The slick sounds of his cock fucking into you was loud over your pants for air, and you nodded weakly. You felt slick and cum run down your thighs and ass as he moved in and out of your heat. “I think you might even squirt for me this time, baby. You’re so fuckin’ wet–a fuckin’ mess for me.”

A shuddered moan fell from your lips before you could clamp your mouth shut. “Daddy–”

“That’s it, call me,” Bucky grunted, and he pulled away from your neck, balancing himself on his forearms to look down at you, watching your face as it contorted with the pleasure that he was giving you. “Call me, baby–I wanna hear my name on your lips when you fuckin’ squeeze my cock when you cum.”

Sharp, white hot pleasure tore through your body, from head to toe, and you keened as Bucky forced his cock deeper. “You’re pushin’ me out, honey–lemme in, need to feel it,” he moaned. “Fuck, you’re so pretty; that’s it, that- Fuck!”

You felt the dampness of your thighs before you could comprehend the heightened pleasure, and you glanced down to watch Bucky’s lower half become soaked from your climax. “Oh-”

“Fuck, that was hot,” Bucky breathed, and before you could answer, he crashed his lips to yours and forced his tongue into your mouth, fucking it languidly while his hips stuttered in their rhythm. You panted as Bucky pulled back, his breath fanning over your spit-slick lips. “I need t’a cum, baby,” he pleaded, thrusting deeper. “Please, please–lemme cum in-”

“Yes,” you rasped, nodding. The fabric in your fists was damp with sweat, and you suspected your costume was thoroughly ruined, but with the fucked out expression on his face, it was well worth it. “I want you to cum in me, daddy–give it to me, I need it.”

Bucky groaned and shuddered. He lowered his head to your shoulder and rested his forehead on your collarbone. You could hear him panting over the slapping of skin and slick noises of his cock in your cunt, and you fisted his hair. “Fuck me, daddy. Use my pussy–fuck it hard.”

“Oh, fuck,” he rasped. Each thrust sent a shock of pleasure curling up your spine, but you brushed it off, intent on making Bucky cum – you squeezed around him and scratched his scalp, pulling the strands between your fingers. “Yeah–yes, oh shit, baby!”

You grinned and fisted his hair tight, forcing his head up and over yours so you could watch his face. “Cum for me.” Bucky blinked and gritted his teeth as his hips faltered, then his mouth opened in a moan that sent a shiver down your spine. “That’s it–give it to me, daddy,” you cooed, cupping his face in your hands. Warmth bloomed in your cunt, and you moaned with him.

The slow, rocking rhythm Bucky set with his hips soothed you, bringing you slowly down from your high while he descended from his. “Fuckin’ hell, Sugar,” he murmured, and he kissed you on the lips, then the forehead. 

“Do you think your cardio is done for the day?” you teased, and you bit your lip as you ran your hands down his chest, admiring the way the henley was soaked with his sweat. “You worked real hard, daddy.”

Bucky grinned and barked a laugh. “Nah, baby girl. ‘M not done with you yet.” He lowered himself and wriggled his arms behind your back to hug you, trapping you in place. “But I do need a minute. Fuck.” 

The damp strands of his hair stuck to your fingers as you combed through his hair, content to wait a moment for him to catch his breath. “I think we should get you to do a stress test, too–just to be sure.” 

You giggled as Bucky’s shoulder’s shook from quiet laughter, and then he moved to look down at you. “You know, you didn’t do a very thorough exam, nurse. I think you need to be taught how to do it properly.”

“Deal.”

The two of you laid there in one another’s arms, breathing and enjoying the closeness. It was then you decided you truly did love Halloween – especially for the costumes.

ha, yeah I am dead.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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