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feast of pleasure

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x König x Keegan P. Russ x fem!reader

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: smut; p-in-v sex; anal sex; unprotected sex; foursome - f/m/m/m; fingering; oral - f & m; strong language; dirty talk; gendered reader; gendered terminology

Summary: A simple game; a friendly atmosphere; until one of the masked men asked, "would you rather kiss him or me?"; now spread wide for all three of them, nothing to hide as you submitted to the pleasure they were willing to give.

A/N: Shoutout to @ave661 for making this art. Divider by @firefly-graphics [source]

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Your body was an invitation, a tantalizing feast of pleasure, just waiting to be savored; skin like silk, invitingly soft, begging to be touched. Caressed. Worshipped. You were theirs to explore and enjoy; to be taken and owned, an object of their pleasure and desires.

Ghost's lips brushed your neck, bruised from Keegan’s possessive assault as he marked you everywhere he could reach, the imprints of his teeth slightly visible. An almost animalistic grunt left his clenched teeth as he took notice.

No one actually knew how you ended up in such a situation. At first, such an idea would go completely over your head, laughing it off; which you did in the beginning, just a silly fantasy, something out of reach for you. The enigma of the masks, the unyielding thoughts swirling inside your brain as you watched them in action, bodies working on autopilot. Movements swift and merciless.

Desperately trying to hold onto your sanity, brain slowly turning to mush as you ground into Keegan’s hips, feeling his hardness over your clothed core. A satisfied grunt left his kiss-bruised lips; hands caressing the exposed flesh of your thighs, fingers dancing deliberately over the hem of your underwear as he watched. Eyes fixated on your face, looking as your lips wrapped around the spongy head of König’s cock, sucking the tip in with hollowed cheeks. Hand wrapped around his girth, pumping the remaining length while the other hand worked on Simon, who was standing opposite König, head thrown back, eyes closed in a blissful pleasure as your fingers danced along his cock. Thumb swiping over the head occasionally, spreading more precum over his foreskin.

Keegan’s tongue was leaving wet patches on your neck, blowing a cold breeze on the heating skin as his hands led you through the motions, his fingers on the small of your back prompting you to grind on him harder.

"Dammit, kitten," his voice was rough around the edges, just like him, "can feel you soaking me."

No one questioned the situation no more; the last one to give in was König, uncertain of the idea the longest.

It all began innocently enough, with every one of you gathered to enjoy a celebratory drink after a successful raid. To liven up the night, someone suggested playing a game of "Would You Rather?". After a few rounds of drinks, the sensation of the alcohol coursing through your veins was palpable; it was Keegan who shifted the atmosphere, going from a simple question to "Would you rather kiss me or Ghost?".

The air became still, tense as you stared at him; the dark pupils spreading over the blue ocean of his eyes, darkening them. König shifted in his seat, gaze watching the amber-colored drink swirl in his glass. Both ghosts, however, stared at you in unison; Keegan curious, Simon daring.

A giggle of nervousness escaped your lips; deep breath in, you felt suffocated for a moment, eyes fixated on the man in front of you; König's eyes glancing towards you, his countenance bowed, creasing his brow in a myriad of wrinkles, his face unreadable.

"All."

Keegan grinned at you, mischief glinting in his eyes as he shot a look at Simon and then König. A silent agreement was made at that moment; something new was about to arise. That was when you found out that your dream, the fantasy, was nowhere near reality. Their kisses; the way they worshipped you; it was all so different, it made your head spiral.

Keegan kissed like a man starved; lips branding yours with passionate fervor, tongue swirling with skillful expertise, exploring the depths of your mouth with each teasing stroke. Hands grasping your throat, the guttural groans shooting straight to your core, heart racing. His presence intoxicating, tongue driving you into complete submission. Hands angling your face to his own desire, thumb caressing the front of your throat; the gentle touch absolute contrast to the rough bites bruising your lips. His touch was raw. Primal. Promising. Keegan shifted you into a pliant state, his touch commanding, handling you in any way he desired, assuring you that in his hands, all your worries would melt away.

Ghost, Simon was a guide; hands grasping your thighs, hips, caressing your curves as his lips moved along yours. Sucking your tongue, a promise of what was about to happen if you let him in; tongue dancing along your lower lip, bruised and abused after Keegan’s hungry assault. Simon soothed the pain, becoming a beacon of comfort and security. A watcher. Observer. He was in control, his moves calculated and sure, yet utterly passionate.

König; sweet and caring. A benign touch of aftercare after the ghosts had their turns. His size betrayed him; a gentle giant. His lips were soft and tasted like honey. Hands caressing your face, thumb swiping over your heated cheeks as his tongue tangled with yours in a passionate dance of devotion. Hesitant to give in at first, even with your eyes begging and Keegan’s encouraging words; "C’mon mate, nothing to be shy about, we’re all friends here, right?" and Simon’s affirmative nod as his hand stayed on your leg, thumb brushing the inside of your thigh.

The ghosts watched in inquisitiveness, wondering if the silent observer would become a willing participant in their little game. Looking into König’s eyes, a wave of sympathy swept over you. Features relaxing as you reached across the small table, hips digging into the edge, you had to almost bend over it to reach his face. Simon’s hand moved to the back of your thigh, his touch never leaving as your eyes scanned König’s face, noticing the pinkish tint on his cheeks, the alcohol rushing through his veins.

"It’s just us," you whispered, feeling his breath fan over your wet lips, "nothing to be ashamed of."

His touch was electrifying, hand bringing your face into his by the back of your neck, fingers digging into your scalp as König enveloped you in his presence. A moan escaped your occupied lips as Simon’s fingertips brushed over the apex of your thighs before dancing over your clothed center; hips bucking into his hand involuntarily.

"You want us, pet?" he asked, tone lazy. A shiver ran down your spine as you felt König’s hands on your face, lips smashed against yours.

A hum of appreciation rumbled deep inside your throat. A hot jolt of energy spread inside your tummy as a hand stroked the exposed skin of the small of your back. Lips brushed against your ear before someone swiped their tongue on the skin behind it; Keegan’s words echoed in your head like a soft lullaby, sending you into a state of pure bliss, "we need words, kitten."

Your heart fluttered, air leaving your lungs as you exhaled in contentment, breaking from König’s kiss. Gazing deeply into Keegan's eyes, you could feel the desire radiating from his soul; his eyes were like a spell, holding you in place and igniting a flame of longing in your core.

"I want you all, all at once, Keegan," you murmured. König’s hand tightened in your hair, the pull straining your scalp as a strong urge to move closer to Keegan overtook your body; drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"Then get on that table," it felt like it was just the two of you for a moment; your surroundings faded away as König's hand caressed your hair and Simon's fingertips caressed the apex of your thighs.

Eyes never leaving Keegan’s, body on autopilot, you followed his order. The coolness of the wood against the heated skin of your back, shirt discarded in the process. Simon stood up, gripping your ankle firmly while all three of them looked at your exposed body, eyes traveling over the soft curves, searing you in your place. The chill air gradually grew hotter, completely engulfing your skin in its warmth.

Legs spread on each side of Simon, he took off your shoes and socks, fingertips circling around your ankles as you looked up at König, who was now standing to his full height. Extending one arm toward him, a soft "come here" left your lips in a murmur, a grin on your swollen lips. He stayed still for a moment, the image of you, spread wide on the table, engraving in his memory to be remembered in the future.

Eventually, he crouched down; hand on the table as his lips connected with yours once again, a satisfied whimper sounded from your lips.

Your senses reeling, the warmth of multiple hands on your skin sent jolts of electricity down your spine, quickly igniting a wildfire of desire within you. You heard Keegan talk, sweet words of admiration, but it was Simon's low and rasped tone that lingered in your ears after he had spoken; too indulged in the depths of satisfaction König’s lips had brought you, you didn't care enough to listen. Completely lost in the bliss, your mind on cloud nine, the intensity of the sensations coursing through you increasing with every touch, every caress, every whisper.

A hand sneaked on your hip, giving it a squeeze; an order your body understood. Arching your back off the table, someone’s fingertips traced the clasp of your bra before getting rid of it. One swift movement; practiced, skilled. A mouth on the soft tissue of your breast, another hand kneading the other one, wet lips enveloping your nipple, a tongue swiping over the pulsing bundle of nerves, thumb circling the other one.

Moaning into König’s mouth, his tongue swiped over yours, the rich taste of alcohol mingling with the sweet taste of your saliva. Breaths ragged. Another pair of hands undid your belt, sending a thrill down your spine. Simon’s voice felt distant, yet his breath fanned over your belly button as he spoke in a sultry tone, "lift your hips for me, pet."

You complied, of course. Nothing but respect for your lieutenant. One powerful tug and your legs were freed from the restraints of your pants. Kisses lingered on your calves, the men absolutely stunned by the beauty beneath them. Simon’s tongue swiped over your skin, teeth sinking into your legs; aggressive, primal, possessive. The after kisses gentle, soothing the pain away as you writhed underneath them.

It was Keegan who pulled away first, admiring the irritated flesh of your breasts before his palm laid flat against your soaked center, a guttural grunt accompanied by his lips on your ribs vibrating through your entire being. Hips grounding into his hand, he added pressure onto your aching nub.

The few words exchanged between the men were almost drowned out by your own heavy breathing as you shamelessly moved your hips, chasing the sensation of pressure that lingered between your legs. König's lips were still locked with yours, his hands nowhere to be found as you both embraced in a passionate kiss.

The air was saturated with the musky smell of arousal and sexuality, sending a shiver of delight through your body. As your mouths parted, you could see König's hand wrapped firmly around himself, feeling all the air punched out of your lungs.

Keegan’s touch was electric. You wanted more; a craving that only intensified as you continued to grind against his palm, pushing against his body as your eagerness grew with every second.

That was when you noticed; Simon disappeared. The ghost nowhere to be found, your eyes scanned the empty room before meeting with Keegan.

"Looking for lube," he explained, a sly smile on his face as he sneaked one hand behind your neck, fingers digging into your scalp, "we’re gonna need it."

"Okay," you swallowed, a knot tightening inside your throat as you realized; this was really happening. König’s grunts clouded your mind, Keegan’s eyes staring into your soul.

Bracing yourself on your hands, your lips chased Keegan’s, legs swung to close him in. Reaching your hand to your side, your fingertips traced König’s arm, feeling the hard muscle flexing as he palmed himself in a slow, almost punishing rate.

Keegan explored your body, lips an inch from yours but never touching. Teasing. As you moved forward, he pulled back, stopping all movement. A game of cat and mouse.

"Keegan," you mumbled, lips brushing his. From the side of your view, you saw König; standing tall, cock hard and glistening with precum. Swirling your tongue over Keegan’s lips, his eyes dark and smoldering with passion, the silvery blue of them completely overtaken by the deep, unbridled desire that was radiating from him. A playful sparkle shone in his eyes, though, teasing and inviting you to explore the depths of his craving. His lips were soft and inviting, urging you to continue to tantalize his senses with your passionate embrace.

A cunning grin formed on your face, biting your lips, you wrapped your ankles around his shoulders, his hands closing over your thighs. Reaching to your side, your hand enveloped König, stopping his movement as you licked your lips.

Feeling Keegan's stare, quickly looking up at König, you noticed the passionate craving in his eyes.

A kiss on his head, the sweetness of the precum coating your lips; salty, briny, brackish. A moan left you as your lips wrapped around the tip.

The moment didn’t last long; Keegan’s hands gripped your hips, tugging you forward until the edge of the table scraped your naked back as you slid off. Releasing König’s cock with a whimper, you landed on Keegan’s lap. He was already hard, a groan escaping his parted lips as you ground into him.

"Where the fuck is Simon," you mumbled, hand wrapping around König’s cock as Keegan’s lips searched yours, mingling the taste of you and König with his own. His kiss made your skin burn and your heart race as you felt a wave of desire wash over you; you wanted them all and you wanted them now.

As if being summoned, Simon’s dark and looming figure appeared by your side, handing Keegan a bottle of petroleum jelly.

Your eyes locked with his, heart fluttering as a smudge of darkness framed the mesmerizing, teal blue of his eyes. Simon’s gaze was intense yet reassuring, and you felt a deep, primal need course through you.

Fingers locking on his belt, you tugged; the signal not going unnoticed. Hips circling on top of Keegan, his hands caressed your thighs as you waited; waited for Simon to finally free himself, cock hardening as your fingers wrapped around his girth.

He couldn’t compare to König in length; but who could? Simon was more on the thicker side, your fingers too short to wrap fully around him.

Keegan's lips pressed hungrily against the front of your throat, a breathy moan escaping from your kiss-swollen lips as your hands worked on the men next to you.

Turning to König, you took him in your mouth while swiping your thumb over Simon’s tip, the droplet of precum not enough to lubricate; so you switched, the rich taste of König soon mixing with Simon’s as you sucked his tip in, tongue flat against his underside.

König’s broken English mixed with German as you pumped him, slow and tantalizing, prolonging the pleasure.

"Bloody hell, pet," Simon exhaled, hand on top of your head as he guided your face on his cock. Taking as much as you could, you felt the spongy head hit the back of your throat, closing in on him; feeling him shudder shot fire to your cunt, pulsating for attention as you felt the sense of power over the man, known for his scary, distant demeanor; now completely under the spell of your mouth, the most vulnerable he might ever be.

Mouth back to König, you took as much in as your mouth allowed; which wasn’t a lot but enough to satisfy. Grinding your hips into Keegan, his teeth sank into the skin on top of your breast as his hand laid flat on your tummy before creeping downwards in an entrancing manner.

Hand sneaking inside your underwear, a moan vibrated in your throat, stuffed full of König as Keegan’s finger collected your wetness, spreading it over your aching clit.

"Damn, kitten," he mumbled, sucking on your nipple in the process, "you’re already soaking and we haven’t even started yet."

A delightful feeling spread in your abdomen as Keegan’s fingers spread your lips, teasing your entrance.

Pulling back, you shot him a pleading look, "please."

"What?" he raised his eyebrows, that same sparkle in his eyes as before, "you want my fingers?"

You nodded. Mind hazy. Completely wiped off of any rational thinking as all you could feel were the hands on you, Simon’s grip in your hair slowly guiding you back to him.

Moans of pleasure mixed with grunts of delight, everything felt like a wildfire as Keegan’s fingers explored every inch of your innermost depths, his nails delicately scraping against your quivering walls, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through your body like a wave of molten honey.

Your heart raced as Keegan's touch became increasingly more passionate, the sensation of his fingertips teasing and tantalizing you to unimaginable heights of pleasure.

"Fuck yourself, kitten," Keegan’s voice was rough, teeth scraping along your shoulder as he stilled all the movement. Legs bracing on either side of him, you lift yourself up until only the fingertips remained inside; slowly descending back down.

Simon’s grunts turned into groans, a moan escaping his lips once in a while; the sound making you go absolutely feral.

"Fuck, guys," Keegan chuckles as he watched you fuck yourself with his fingers, "she’s dripping, might not even need that lube."

Heat spread in your face as you listened to Simon’s rugged sounds, his head pulsating inside your throat as his fingers tighten in your hair.

"I’m gonna cum," he thrust forward; a gentle, calculated move, "gonna fill that mouth of yours."

Clenching around Keegan’s fingers, curses left his mouth; thumb on your clit, hand on your thigh, an encouraging squeeze here and there.

And then, for the first time, you felt the electrifying sensation of witnessing Simon, the mysterious and alluring Ghost, unraveling in pleasure; his brows intensely furrowed, a delicate layer of sweat glistening on his temples, his lips parted in a blissful moan as he spilled deep inside your mouth, coating your tongue in his bitter release.

Pulling away, you swiped your tongue over his slit, collecting the remains of his cum on the tip of your tongue. Drowning in your own pleasure, swallowing what Simon gave you, you looked at Keegan; eyes wide, hungry as he met your thrusts, feeling your walls clenching around his fingers. Gasping, nearing your own climax, he added another finger, curling them inside to find that sweet spot; to get you to scream for him.

Tightening your grip around König, increasing the speed of your hand, a strangled moan escaped your open, bruised lips. The heat inside your tummy overwhelming as you felt the sensation of pleasure grow. Keegan’s thumb on your clit moved faster, lips circling your nipple as you moaned, the wetness between your legs a delicious sensation.

Hips bucking; Keegan’s fingers continued pumping through your climax, sending surging sensations of pleasure that seemed to last forever.

"Get her on the table," Simon ordered. Withdrawing his fingers from you, Keegan’s arms wrapped around your back; you could feel the wetness on his fingers coat your side as he lifted you up.

Legs tangling in the air, bathing in the blissful ecstasy, he laid you back on the table, discarding the last vestiges of clothing. Your body exposed, vulnerable to his touch, you felt a rush of arousal as he trailed his fingertips over your curves, exploring every inch of you with an intensity that left you breathless.

Looking at König, you whispered a desperate, breathy plea, "Please, König, I need you to fuck me."

You could swear that you saw his cock twitch at your words. His face flushed with desire; he nodded.

"She’ll need more prep for you, my man," Keegan said to König as you reached for the giant, seeing Simon in the corner of your eyes; standing near, arms crossed over his naked chest. He was watching the scene before him; observing. His eyes a calming haven to the storm happening. A guardian; you’d say.

"Condoms?" Keegan took you from your trance, hand palming his own cock as he waited for your answer; shaking your head, whispering a simple "implant", he nodded. Hands running down your hips, he turned you around, tugging you backward until your ass hang in the air.

Face forward, you latched your mouth back on König. Keegan's hand glided along the contours of your back, sliding over the flesh of your asscheeks.

Spreading you apart for him, the hot breath of his desire fanned over your dripping center as he flicked his tongue inside you, the sensation causing you to arch your back and cry out in pleasure, a hum vibrating in his throat.

"Tastes like goddamn heaven," he kissed your opening, standing up. Guiding the tip of his hard, velvety cock to your trembling entrance, tasting your sweet release, he eased into you, filling you with aching pleasure. Inch by inch, he split you apart and built you back together, stoking the flames of desire within you.

His hands moved with a delicate touch all over your body, making their way to your hips, grasping them tightly as he pushed himself further into you. You felt an overwhelming pleasure as your body was slowly filled with his raging desire. His hips pushed against yours as he went deeper, allowing your gummy walls to wrap around him as he moved.

The moment he was fully seated inside, he stilled; relishing in the feeling of being absolutely full, you took as much of König as you possibly could inside your mouth, tasting the sweet, salty skin. His body gently rocked against your face, each thrust sending a thrill of arousal to where Keegan was seated.

Keegan’s thrusts were deliberate and provoking, each one sending an explosive wave of pleasure that made your body quiver with delight; hands moved along your curves, igniting an inferno of passion that threatened to consume you.

König’s groans grew louder as you hollowed your cheeks, tongue laying flat over his slit for a moment.

The room was soon filled with the sound of your moans and your wetness as Keegan rolled his hips against your ass, filling you up with every inch of his cock. Every time he pulled away, your body yearned for him, your muscles contracting around him.

"Gonna fuck that ass of yours, kitten," Keegan groaned between the tantalizing thrusts, "s’that okay?"

Moaning around König’s cock, you already knew the drill. Letting him slip from your warm mouth, you allowed Keegan to do what he wanted with your body.

Pulling away completely, he swiped his fingers over your mixed juices before plunging back inside; spreading your own juices over the tight ring of muscles, he eased the tip of his finger in.

"Fuckin’ hell," a deep, filthy grunt escaped Keegan’s lips as he watched you eagerly suck it in.

Simon’s eyes burned holes into Keegan as he observed his preparations. All while watching your mouth getting stuffed, silently admiring König for his stamina, being able to hold on for that long, knowing well how good your mouth feels, what that sharp tongue of yours can do.

Keegan worked on you, relaxing the muscles enough to allow him to get his whole finger in, coated in your juices, having to mix it with the jelly Simon brought earlier to make it as comfortable as he could for you; two fingers, scissoring you open for his cock to sank in. Soon.

Simon walked over to the table you were displayed on, rough hand running along the curve of your spine as you felt Keegan’s tip probe your ass.

"Ready?" he asked. König stepped back for a moment, letting you take a deep breath as Simon’s hand sneaked in your hair, tucking a few stray, sweat-drenched strands behind your ear as you let yourself be drowned in his eyes.

König’s reassuring words filled your ears, Simon’s stare holding you hostage as you gasped, feeling a sting of pain shoot up your body, chest pushing into the table as your legs involuntary flexed, feet pushing upwards to stand on tiptoes as if your body was trying to run away.

"Careful there, man," Simon said, your eyes squeezed shut, lip sucked in.

"S’alright," you reassured the men around you. Keegan paused for a slight moment, hand sneaking around you to rest on your clit, fingers toying with the pulsating numb of nerves as he sunk the tip in, feeling the delightful squeeze of your insides.

A moan escaped your lips, legs falling open wider as Keegan split you open. His grunts reverberated through you, powerful, rasping growls that sent a wave of desire spiraling through your body until you were burning up with need. His groans seemed to penetrate your core, setting it alight until you were trembling with pleasure.

The moment you felt his hips brush against your asscheeks, you knew; he was fully inside. The feeling foreign yet so intensely erotic. Feeling every inch of him where no one else had ever been.

Your mind went absolutely numb with pleasure. You could barely process the conversation between Keegan and the other men, the words fading away as you bathed in the slow, sensuous motions that he was making. His movements were expertly precise, coaxing out every ounce of pleasure from your body as he moved.

Stopping for a moment, Simon's fingertips roamed over your face before you were lifted up, Keegan still seated fully inside you. Sitting down, you felt him sink in deeper than before.

Resting your head on his shoulder, Keegan’s lips brushed over your ear, his legs spreading yours wide apart. Glistening cunt on display, you watched as König moved in front of you, squeezing his cock in his hand, eyes watching your juices drip onto Keegan’s hips.

König guided his throbbing, engorged cock to your entrance, hands resting possessively on your quivering thighs, squeezing them tight and pushing them apart as he sank himself deep into your welcoming walls. His spongy, swollen tip caressed the top of your cervix, eliciting a trembling moan of pleasure from your lips. Both men stayed still inside you, savoring the moment.

The intense heat of their bodies pressed against yours as the sensation of being so full intensified. One hand sneaking into König’s hair, you pulled the man closer, lips crashing against his, a plea to move escaping your mouth between the kisses.

Keegan's hands were firm on your hips as he began to thrust, slowly lifting you up with each motion before delicately letting you sink back onto his lap. Soon enough, both men found a satisfying rhythm, setting your body on fire, skin tingling with pleasure.

König's body took possession of you, his desire and heat radiating off of him and engulfing you. Eyes opened, you sought the last man available; Simon was standing in your arm’s reach, hand wrapped around his already hard, aching cock, his gaze piercing and unyielding as he looked at you.

You were entranced by the sight of him, feeling his need and hunger for you, unable to resist his allure. Arm reaching for him, he took a step forward, then another, until he was standing next to you, cock alert and right in front of your face.

Licking your lips, you wrapped your hand around the base before your mouth closed around the tip. Sliding your tongue around him, tasting him, you savored the sensation of his velvety smoothness, your eagerness to please him palpable.

Keegan's hand slowly, teasingly caressed your aching nub, coaxing forth an immense wave of pleasure that washed through your entire body. His words of encouragement, laced with König's melodic German, and Simon's shameless gasps of delight added to the intensity of the moment, and you found yourself consumed by the heat of their bodies, the tight embrace of being sandwiched between them. Every movement, every touch, added to the ever-growing pleasure that was coursing through your veins. You felt like you could burst with the intensity of the sensations, and you never wanted it to end.

"Ich kom-gonna cum inside," König grunted, hips buckling into yours.

Everything felt so unbelievably, mind-meltingly good. You moaned around Simon’s cock as the molten pleasure in your belly grew stronger, your body trembling and tingling with the intensity of it all.

Keegan stilled the moment you opened your mouth, Simon sliding out of you as the filthiest moan left your lips, head thrown back; the feeling of König’s load coating your insides awakening your nerves, setting them on fire as he fucked you through the orgasm.

"Shit," Keegan chuckled, "did you just-"

"I think so," Simon agreed, eyes following the glistening bead of sweat trailing down your temple as your whole body quivered, legs trembling; your pliant form completely devoured by the searing pleasure.

A whimper left your lips as König pulled out, leaving you painfully empty. One last kiss, a thank you, before he retreated to the side, leaving you sitting on Keegan’s lap, his cock still deep inside your ass.

You heard Simon talk, another incoherent order being given out. Watching as he laid down, Keegan guided your hips up. Legs unable to cooperate, the man was forced to basically carry you onto Simon’s lap.

Simon’s cock slipped inside you with ease, König’s and Keegan’s remains mixing with his as all three men felt the sensation of your gummy walls tonight, the tight squeeze you were willing to give, the snug feeling of your heat.

Kneeling behind you, Keegan stared in awe at your body, spread out before him, cunt already taken over by Simon; his thrusts deliberate. Measured. Deep. The tip of his cock kissing your walls with each thrust. The delicious sight of him pleasuring you almost brought Keegan to the brink of ecstasy just by watching.

Using another spoonful of jelly, he coated his cock in it before easing back inside. Keegan felt a thrill of pleasure at the sensation of your tight walls gripping him and the sensation of being so intimately connected to you. His pleasure only increased as Simon's hands guided your movements, the speed willfully increasing.

The rhythm of their combined thrusts grew stronger and faster as Simon felt your walls quiver around him, your moans of pleasure echoing through the heated room. His breathing quickened as Keegan rode the wave of pleasure that was building inside him, the pungent smell of sex so ever-present. He felt a wave of bliss wash over him as he moved closer to climax, Simon's groans of pleasure matching your own.

"Fuck, kitten," Keegan struggled to speak, mind spiraling with pleasure as his lips pressed against the skin between your shoulder blades, "gonna fill you up so good."

With one final thrust, he shuddered, hands squeezing your hips as he tugged you back into his hips, seating himself as deep as he could possibly go. A strangled moan left your lips, eyes locked with Simon’s as the man beneath you stilled, letting Keegan ride his high, use your body to the fullest before he got to his own climax.

Sitting back, Keegan couldn’t help but stare; the sight explicit. Filthy. Watching as his own cum leaked out of your ass and dripped onto Simon’s own cock before the ghost slammed himself fully back in. Simon’s hand sneaked at the back of your neck, bringing your face to his in a teeth-clashing kiss.

Rutting up inside your used and abused body, you let him absolutely ravage you; your body becoming nothing more than a ragdoll, overtaken by a wave of sweet and erotic bliss. His thrusts passionate as he claimed your body with every stroke as if it were his own.

His name left your lips like a prayer, arms too weak to hold yourself up as he drove you to another climax. His lips were hot against your skin, sending a wave of sparks through your veins as you moved closer to the sweet release. You felt the wave rise higher with no indication of stopping, until ultimately, a wave of contentment and delight enveloped you, a feeling of euphoria washing over your entire being.

"That’s it, kitten," his lips brushed your neck, bruised from Keegan’s possessive assault as he marked you everywhere he could reach, the imprints of his teeth slightly visible. An almost animalistic grunt left Simon’s clenched teeth as he took notice.

His thrusts became heavier, hitting the deepest corners of your gummy walls as he felt himself nearing climax. His lips pressed against yours again; his hot breath on your skin, hands tangled in your hair as he moved faster.

He moaned in pleasure as he thrust harder, feeling your body shiver as you laid on him, chest pressed against his. He moved his hands down to the apex of your thighs, pushing himself deeper into you. Simon’s thrusts were relentless as if he wanted to merge himself completely with you. You felt your body heat up as his intensity increased, crying out in pleasure.

"Think you can take me?" he groaned. A moan left your lips as you nodded into the crook of his neck. You felt him tense up as his thrusts became more powerful, and he let out a deep moan as he released himself into you. His body shuddered with pleasure as his thrusts became increasingly wild as if he was trying to get as deep as possible.

You felt your body trembling, breathing becoming more ragged as his thrusts become sloppier. Shamelessly using the heat of your walls, the tight squeeze of your insides to ride his own high.

"Don’t forget the lady, Lt.," Keegan cheered from somewhere in the room, König’s chuckle following suit; too tired to look around to see where the men retrieved too. Simon’s fingertips danced on your tummy, sliding down before you rolled away from him, a whimper leaving your lips as his softening cock slipped out of your sensitive walls.

"S’okay," you mumbled, fingers grasping his hand to stop him, "I’m good."

"You sure?" he asked, eyes searching your face for confirmation to which you nodded. Closing your eyes, you relished in the feeling of his cum dripping out, already knowing that you were making a mess on the filthy floor of the room.

Simon sat up, hand on your ribs, eyes scanning your body for any signs of discomfort before he turned his head to the side.

"Keegan, bring me a warm towel," his voice was rough around the edges, "König, a glass of water."

His hand swept away the hair sticking to your face, fingertips dancing along your hairline, "you did good, pet."

A contented smile spread on your face at his words, feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks; supporting your back, he help you sit up next to him as both of you waited for the guys to bring what was needed.

"Could do it again, sometimes," you said, head resting on his shoulder as his arm enveloped your upper back, supporting your weight.

"Think you could take it?"

"I think we both know the truth about that."

#könig #simon riley #keegan russ #ghost #cod #smut #moni writes #könig smut #könig x reader #ghost x reader #keegan russ x reader #keegan russ smut #callofdutymodernwarfare2 #cdmwii #reader x everyone #codghosts #ghosts

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transedhausen · 2 years

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autism and sex (intricacies)

author’s note: this is straight hookhausen porn. shoutout to @tedtheodorelogan for autistic hook hc and for writing a fic that made my little autistic heart SING go read it and then come back and read mine

also for @graculuss because they are a self described horny autistic, just like me fr

edit cause i remembered i saw @thebestintheworld ask to be tagged in hookhausen smut fics and this is the one!!!!

this is autistic and trans hook and danhausen loving and indulging him really. pressure stimming and horniness ❤️

Danhausen’s smell was comforting. It was a weird thing to notice, but it was the truth; he smelled like fruity shampoo and good soap, and a little bit musky after a match. Hook always made sure to hug him then, bury his face into Danhausen’s neck and breathe it in, comforting and grounding and something else that Hook couldn’t let himself think about when they were still backstage. They’d find time later to be alone and he could fully indulge.

Their hotel was all the alone time Hook needed. Danhausen seemed to have an innate sense of when his partner’s social battery was drained— he’d gently disentangle from whatever conversation he’d been in, taking Hook’s hand and lacing their fingers, squeezing twice, quick pulses, and guide them both away— and in the comfort of the hotel room, Hook returned the thanks with two quick squeezes of Danhausen’s fingers. Danhausen grinned, kissed the younger man’s temple, tacky from his facepaint. The feeling was less than pleasant, but Hook could endure it. It was fine when it was Danhausen.

“Can you lay on me?” Hook asked, quiet and half-hoping Danhausen wouldn’t hear, but of course he did. He made an interested noise, pointed ears seeming to perk up a little. “Hook wants Danhausen to lay on him. What purpose would that serve?” Jesus, sometimes Hook wished his brain worked properly so he wouldn’t ask for weird shit. “It’s— it’s like a comfort thing,” he began, face growing warm, then hot, “I have a weighted blanket at home, it’s, like, the same idea.” Danhausen hummed, taking his hand from Hook’s, then nodded, a bob of his head. “I see. Well, let’s get started!”

Shoes came off, obviously— neither of them liked shoes on bedding— and Danhausen took off his cape, and then Hook was laying flat on his back on the bed, feeling like he did the first time he fooled around; a clumsy teenage encounter that wasn’t really fun for him but solidified his disgust at being touched even more. But now the squirming in his stomach was more fluttering, caterpillars morphed into butterflies. Danhausen was looking down, studying Hook’s face, the eye contact never long enough to make the younger man wince. With another hum, Danhausen climbed onto the bed and carefully laid himself over Hook.

It was like Hook’s weighted blanket and not. The pressure was intensified, but not as evenly distributed, and, of course, Danhausen’s breathing was in his ear, soft and calm. “Is this what Hook desired?” and Danhausen didn’t have to say it like that but Hook didn’t really care. He had that feeling after a perfect day, everything in its place, routine, blissful monotony. It was so nice that Hook just nodded and closed his eyes, focusing on the weight of Danhausen’s body on him.

Hook wasn’t sure how long they’d both been lying like that before it happened, but it wasn’t sudden, more a gradual thing. Maybe it was because Danhausen was literally on top of him, warm and firm and there, but Hook was perking up, his clit slowly swelling with arousal, pressing against the front of his boxers and thin sweatpants. His brain was mush in his skull, vaguely cataloguing this odd change in his body, but everything felt sleepy and relaxed and good, like a waking wet dream. Danhausen hadn’t seemed to take any notice, just shifted occasionally when his arm fell asleep, getting more comfortable.

“Sorry,” Hook finally managed to say, slurred and thick, probably right in Danhausen’s ear. His hands were still by his sides, but they were twitching, wanting to hold onto something other than the sheets. Danhausen said, “why is Hook apologizing?” and shifted again, lifting off Hook, and the younger man felt a sharp, cold stab of panic spear his liquidy brain. “No, no, no, don’ get up, stay,” he gasped, reaching up and grabbing the demon’s arms, and it was like a switch was flipped; Hook was hyper-aware of how wet he’d become, the way he was tenting his pants, aching with how turned on he was. A flush of embarrassment crept up his neck, and Danhausen looked perplexed, but he lowered himself back down. Hook’s fear began to melt away almost instantly, and he wrapped both arms around Danhausen’s shoulders without thinking.

Another few minutes crawled by, and Hook could feel his heartbeat echoing between his thighs, still too groggy to really focus on why or how, so he just sighed, turning his head and nuzzling at the side of Danhausen’s neck. It wasn’t like they weren’t physically affectionate, but Hook had always drawn the line at anything too sensual, anything that could lead elsewhere. Now, the line was blurred and almost nonexistent, and Danhausen just made a wordless sound of curiosity, then muttered, “mmm, Hook is quite touchy-feely tonight,” which made Hook huff a laugh against the demon’s neck, hips rolling of their own accord. Danhausen shifted again, belly rubbing firmly against Hook’s crotch, and the younger man sucked in a sharp inhale at the sensation, pleasure blooming from his lower half.

“Jesus, D,” Hook groaned, getting another noise— soft, amused— against his neck, lips still sticky with his facepaint. “Fuck,” he mumbled, eyelids dropping, and Danhausen’s voice was still gentle when he said, “no swearing.” Everything was syrupy-slow, like nothing Hook had ever felt; grinding against his tag team partner laying atop him, breathing unevenly against Danhausen’s neck as he tried to gather his glittering thoughts. They were scattered again when one of Danhausen’s hands found its way to Hook’s hair, fingers carding through the untamed mane. Sweet, relaxing, good, everything felt fucking good when he was with Danhausen. Hook moaned, louder, pushed himself harder against his partner’s stomach, getting more of that friction, getting wetter, getting harder.

His clit was throbbing, the hot-cold pleasure numbing his crotch when Danhausen put more of his weight down on Hook, saying something that he couldn’t really hear, the words indecipherable, the tone lilting all slow and nice, a pattern. Hook liked patterns, he liked predictability, he liked being able to rely on others. And here he was, relying on Danhausen, who was letting Hook fucking— hump him like a horny teenager, one of his feet sliding up the back of the demon’s calf, more involuntary than anything, the need to curl in on himself the closer he was to orgasm, that hand in his hair still petting, petting, pausing the scratch his scalp. Then Danhausen drew in a breath, stomach tensing tight and hard, Hook’s clit rubbing through the ridge of his abs through three layers of fabric, and he was cumming, muffling his whimpery noises with his face tucked into Danhausen’s neck. He was sort of aware that his toes were curling, pleasure absorbing Hook and making him feel like he was drowning in the wonder that was Danhausen.

The pleasure slowly tapered off, and Hook’s hips dropped back to the bed, feeling so bone-tired all of a sudden that when Danhausen moved off of him, he watched with a muted sense of satisfaction. “Is that what laying on Hook usually entails?” Danhausen asked, and Hook laughed, rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn. “Nah, that— was more of a one-off. Sorry for bein’ horny,” he added, because he felt like he should. When he looked back, Danhausen was smiling, not deranged like normal, but genuine, eyes crinkling. “No need to apologize. Danhausen thought it was quite an experience.”

#autistic trans hook my beloved #hookhausen #aew hook #danhausen #aew #aew fics #aew fanfiction #wrestling fics #wrestling fanfiction #wrestle boys

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lithugraph · 1 year

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5/5 Anyway, I just realized how much I wrote, I'm so sorry for spamming your inbox like that! Your story has just been so amazing to read, and I cannot wait to see where you take it!

1/5 Hi I came across your fic The Book Smuggler last night and just couldn't put it down, so I couldn't stop thinking about it the next morning so I needed to come tell you. Your writing ability is amazing and your story is so riveting! The pacing and the skips between times and places work so well and keep me so hooked on what happens next and what backstories and secrets each character might hold. I also adore the way you write each character.

2/5 Tauraus is such a sympathetic protagonist with his own flaws and mistakes he obviously carries with him, it's hard not to root for him. As are Raivis and Gilbert. And Eduard! He's such a standout character in this story for me, I could write so much more about how invested in this character I am.

3/5 I love that you wrote him as a clever conman, as opposed to a lot of other fics that interpret him as the smart, pencil pushing goody-two-shoes. I understand and enjoy reading both versions of this character, don't get me wrong, but this was really new and interesting. Here, his emotional intelligence is central to his character, and his charm and cleverness carry him through life and different cities, but that doesn't totally eclipse his book smarts and talent in school.

4/5 And it was a little heartbreaking to read about his wishes to pursue medicine. All in all, just wanted to give an extra shoutout to the way you wrote Eduard in this story. Speaking of Eduard, you wrote the dynamic between him and Taurus so well! They clash and argue, which makes sense as people grow together, and especially as they undergo so many stressful situations. But they also care for each other, which makes me more invested in them.

5/5 Anyway, I just realized how much I wrote, I'm so sorry for spamming your inbox like that! Your story has just been so amazing to read, and I cannot wait to see where you take it!

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Hello! Hi! I wanted to take them time and respond to your messages, so I’m compiling them all into one here. First of all: THANK YOU SO MUCH!! No need to worry about spamming my inbox, lol! These messages were the best thing to wake up to. I’m so glad you’re enjoying the story, and especially Eduard 😊. He has been fun to write. I wanted to take his character beyond the smart boy he’s so often portrayed as. There are many sides to being “smart”, and I wanted to explore how his intelligence might manifest if he had been raised differently from Tauras. And even though he and Tauras are related in this, there will always be that element of class standing separating them, which just adds even more to their dynamic.

I feel like I had more to say when I first read these and now my brain is all mush. I'm still so giddy over this, you have no idea!

#hetalia #aph fanfiction #my fic #the book smuggler #aph lithuania #aph prussia #aph estonia #aph latvia #hws lithuania #hws prussia #hws estonia #hws latvia #ask me anything #answered

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spiderrrling · 2 years

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Im just saying, other writers dont need half of their story to be made up by others.

And if it was me, id like a bit more than a shoutout for all those supposed hours i put into something thats not even my fic (but maybe she's a better person than me)

And some other writers also do collaborations, it's not uncommon and there exist entire series of published books that have more than one author, just because it's more than one creative doesn't devalue either writer or the finished product

The camp fic is one fic out of hundreds that I've written all by myself, but sometimes it is fun to do it with someone else

Some of it is made by Z, a lot of it is me asking her opinion on plot points or ideas, and some of it is mine, it's a collaboration meaning it's both of our thoughts and opinions mushed together but in the end I have done most of the heavy lifting

And trust me I have done as much as I can, I've thanked her over and over and over again, I have asked her what I can do to thank her for it and she's told me to write the fic because she wants to read the finished product

And let me get this clear, I consider it our fic, not mine solely because it's not and I have never claimed it to be only mine because I wouldn't do that to a friend

#asks and answers

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jiminrings · 2 years

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Four Seven Eight ♡

To: You

From: Fluffy

Ahem.. ahem.. We shall break this down into however many parts possible..

First of all, I love the type of angst you write.. It’s that realistic road of melted rocks that simply trips you over every single time (to me at least).. Where you go: ‘Ah.. This could totally be something that would happen to me in real life..’ That’s the type of angst that truly gets your eyes watering like a gardening hose.. Not the type that involves people falling off cliffs.. The type that seems so insignificant from a distance but as you step into the tunnel of such pain, you realise.. Well, this shit hurts.. My poor mush mush of a heart.. Ouch! (Maybe that’s why I’ve read take five exactly five times - shoutout to all of your Yoongi fics)

Jungkook.. He truly does love Y/N, and it wasn’t a matter of not moving on from his ex (I do not remember her name.. Condolences to my memory) completely, it was a matter of - holding on to certain things just to make him feel more secure.. And normal.. It’s like how certain traditions carry on for centuries because that’s what makes us feel secure.. Some traditions vanish over time because of things like (tw) w*r, etc.. Some traditions vanish over time because we simply have no need for them anymore.. How certain cultural weddings get cut down in terms of days (Cambodian weddings for example).. That’s life (however cliche).. everything changes, anything changes.. We evolve..

Like a child who refuses to let go of their ever so dear teddy bear.. I feel what Jungkook is feeling... What he did was completely unfair to our Mc though.. To the words I have continuously sworn by: ‘Understand a person, but don't overlook what they did..’ You did bad on that one, Koo.. Very bad..

Oh my my my.. To put into words, this story is one where love conquers it all - not in a way where it can build bridges and cross rivers.. In a way where, without you I ache and bruise all over my heart.. In a way where, with you I blossom and turn into stars.. Love doesn't have to be carefully articulated bouquets, love doesn't have to be anything complicated (even if it is far more than that) The way Koo gives in to buying that ridiculously hard to clean couch.. The way the mc sat threw with him when he was watching those Kiss scenes with Yoongs...

In a way I relate to the mc and in a way I relate to Koo.. As a pretty cold person whose idea of emotions is always a permanent impassive expression every hour of the day.. I can say, space is one of those things that gets us going through relationships.. We need time to process shit... We let things simmer down and a person be prepared to speak rationally and not out of anger.. We let them think of whether they were in the wrong (sometimes ourselves).. Space... I love space..

And yep... This is how I rant.. (alternatively: this is how we writers get out of writer’s block - we write something we feel like writing at the moment or stare at a wall...) Ahhhh, it feels good to give an author the love they truly deserve!!! I’ve been on here for so long... And for once I have finally written you the review you deserve... I mean it with all my soul and in all of Min Yoongi’s White House Wainscotting that you are a wonderful wonderful author.. One of my favourites.. I get all happy when you upload - truly.. Just, wowww!!

As a lover of ending reviews with memes.. Here you are, dear author

Four Seven Eight ♡

ok first off thank u so much ily let's establish that <33 i rlly like taking this realistic-ish point of angst that can possibly happen to u in real life!! i feel like that's been the recurring theme of my fics lately (excluding lyiaik n the soulmate portion of hlwwf tho </3) and im happy u enjoy it!! i like building off what seems to be insignificant details from a distance until it eventually runs deeper than it is superficially!! shoutout to all my yoongis i love em too :D

jungkook truly loves oc n i agree!! some people have their comfort routine that although may seem flawed to anyone not part of it, brings them great relief!! what he did was unfair unfortunately </3 you've articulated the love conquers all bit and i've reread it two times just to intentionally put myself through it!! it's on those little scenes that i feel like emphasized their compromise and love the most.

i'm glad u can relate to both of them to a degree <3 impassiveness is more common than one could think and the notion about establishing space as destructiveness isn't true at all!! ahhhh thank u so much this means a lot to me more than u think <3 ily fluffy n min yoongi white house wainscoting 🫶

#answered #478 feed #love mail

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sweetlittlevampire · 4 years

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My lover asks me: “What is the difference between me and the sky?” The difference, my love, Is that when you laugh, I forget about the sky.”

– Nizar Qabbani

I’ve drawn my fair share of sad Wangxian and was in the market for something sweet, fluffy, and tender. Like hand kisses.

But then I wanted to draw wedding robes, and just mushed the two together. Both are kissing each other’s hand.

I am not sure how accurate the wedding gear is, but since this is a fantasy setting, I took some artistic liberties. I just can’t imagine Lan Wangji without any ornamentation on his head; the man is a certified fashion icon, after all.

His robes do have cloud embroidery; Wei Wuxian’s own robes have embroidered lotuses. His headdress has the shape of a lotus ion top of a cloud.

Special shoutout to @stiltonbasket and @mylastbraincql for letting me scream in their inboxes about this thing at various stages of production.

I have a headcanon for Wei Wuxian’s headdress, but it’s a bit sad, so under the Read More it goes (as per @mylastbraincql ‘s request).

Wei Wuxian / Lan Wangji / The Untamed / Mo Dao Zu Shi © Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

I actually headcanon that some of the gemstones on Wei Wuxian’s headdress are from Jiang Yanli’s own wedding headdress.

I imagine it was either Jiang Cheng’s or Jin Ling’s idea, maybe even a joint effort.

Since Yanli went to live in Lanling right after her wedding, I believe her wedding robes and accessories would be still in Carp Tower, thus why Jin Ling might have it.

Now imagine Jiang Cheng going through his sister’s belongings to find something for Wei Wuxian to have on his own wedding day, because he believes that would have made Yanli happy. He sets aside various things, and nothing really seems to fit...

And then Jin Ling comes around with his mother’s headdress and goes: “Maybe we can disassemble it and make something new out of it...it has been made for a wedding, after all.”

Wei Wuxian absolutely bawls his eyes out when he finds out. He declines at first, still riddled by guilt because of Shijie’s demise, but after a bout of shouting, and a loving whack up the head from Jiang Cheng, he accepts to wear it.

Since he couldn’t make it to Yanli’s wedding, he now gets to have a piece of his Shijie with him on his own big day.

#Sweet is drawing again #Wangxian #The Untamed #MDZS #CQL #Wei Wuxian #Lan Wangji #Wei Ying #Lan Zhan #Wedding #Fan Art

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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years

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do you have any fanfic recommendations? like your favs? or writers!! 👀

*inhales deeply*

I've been waiting for this.

*cracks knuckles*

OK so first thing first, I would recommend going to my side blog where I reblog fics, it's Seokjin's Bookclub and you can search it up or click on the link in my bio.

bUT I HAVE WRITER/FIC RECS!

first, my entire masterlist. tbh "Mine" is my most underrated fic I think and it's also one of my favs to go back and reread soooo yeah

here you go!

@dreamcatcherjiah - ok so Jiah is a gem and she's also SFW (I think most of these writers will be) but they've got awesome Idol aus/soulmate aus (I'm trash for Tight Hearts) they have a super fun, easy to binge masterlist!!

@moon-write - also SFW and if you like deep & angsty, go here. seriously. but also super comforting? super good characters/development and cool aus. (loving their on-going dad!BTS stuff: BTS as Fathers)

@holdinbacksecrets - if you want literal art to grace your screen, check out their works! tbh I'm binging their stuff rn and I'm in love. awesome ongoing thing that I'm trash for is Boyfriend Things which is a cool twist on the typical Tumblr writing layout that forces you to transport yourself into the little moments captured in each post

@junghelioseok - ok, gimme a minute. this blog isn't really SFW but they are so good at what they do and they're one of the first writers I followed here. Their fic Polaris left an impression on me that I've never forgotten, and honestly helped me decide that writing on Tumblr was worth the effort if I could touch people like Polaris touched me. they have a little follow-up to it that was literal perfection, Novae. be aware that Polaris has some smut, however it's fairly easy to skip over if you're uncomfortable with it and it's by no means pwp

@writemywaytoyourheart - I'm currently reading their current series, Aim for the Heart! This blog is SFW and lots of fun content to binge! Super sweet author (lol we've never really interacted but I've always respected them a lot) and you'll feel right at home on their blog!

@homeofbangtan - this is just beginning, but there's a whole lot of Hogwarts!BTS about to come your way! all of the writers involved (@delacyrose224 @sunshinejunghoseokie @mochi-molala @joheunsaram @joyfulhopelox & @ggukcangetit) are all super talented and have their very own master lists to binge! the first fic was dropped today: The Weasel and the Serpent, so be sure to check it out!! I mean, who doesn't love Slytherin!Yoongi?? I'll be dropping mine early next week for the collab, as well!

ok. that's all for now. I'll probably think of more later, lol. but, special shoutout to these writers because they're super talented as well and I've binged their entire masterlists and would gladly do so again:

@hyungieyoongi (literal angel and writes super relatable oneshots)

@dulce-pjm (super cool au's and sweetheart)

@shadowofahope (also really interesting ideas)

@jiminiesmagicshop (love their stuff!! super underrated)

@wtf-yoongi (chill writer, hits hard. esp. w/ Yoongi stuff)

AH @sierra-fics THANK YOU FOR LIKING THIS I KNEW I WAS MISSING SOMEONE AND IT WAS DRIVING ME CRAZY (they're awesome!!)

nd yeah. If I forgot to mention someone, I'm sorry, I still love your stuff but my brain is mush now lol

#b:asks #anon asks #fic recs #bts fic recs #Seokjin's bookclub #moots #b:recs

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bittenappletv · 5 years

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#cadmaniac gear https://teespring.com/stores/kademaniac-dreams with premium cotton fitted #teeshirts with #teespring & #hoodies & one #pillow there will be more to come but in time. #shoutout to @trmwbk for the #Collab & pushing me towards my #weird #quirky #ideas so here’s to some quirky gear & #thankyou Cadmaincs #appletinis #applebites for the sales & #support I really #appreciate the support I saw the sales #mush #thanks smile I am nothing without you #letscgangetheworld #bittenappletv https://www.instagram.com/p/B1yd7AtFMhC/?igshid=ubc6rysae106

#cadmaniac #teeshirts #teespring #hoodies #pillow #shoutout #collab #weird #quirky #ideas #thankyou #appletinis #applebites #support #appreciate #mush #thanks #letscgangetheworld #bittenappletv

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cadma · 5 years

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#cadmaniac gear https://teespring.com/stores/kademaniac-dreams with premium cotton fitted #teeshirts with #teespring & #hoodies & one #pillow there will be more to come but in time. #shoutout to @trmwbk for the #Collab & pushing me towards my #weird #quirky #ideas so here’s to some quirky gear & #thankyou Cadmaincs for the sales & #support I really #appreciate the support I saw the sales #mush #thanks smile I am nothing without you #letscgangetheworld #bittenappletv https://www.instagram.com/p/B1ydjPHHp1F/?igshid=6a4755j6idnr

#cadmaniac #teeshirts #teespring #hoodies #pillow #shoutout #collab #weird #quirky #ideas #thankyou #support #appreciate #mush #thanks #letscgangetheworld #bittenappletv

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commonstarguy · 4 years

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This Weekend I got together with friends and viewers in my stream Discord and we marathoned every Disney 2d animated sequel back-to-back

It was a long journey. Almost 40 hours of continuous content. We reached mountainous highs and depressing lows. We went into it knowing it was a bad idea. By the end of it, we were braindead mush. This was an entirely optional experience for everyone except myself, and yet I had the constant companionship of several good friends. None of us will ever be the same.

I challenged myself to write at least 2 to 3 sentences of reviews on every movie, in order to keep myself engaged. As the nights went on, the reviews got longer and more unhinged. I gave myself the criteria of one favorite character, one least favorite character, and a numerical score out of 10. Under the cut, I’m going to put every review I made. I encourage my other viewing companions to share their experiences/ the memes we made along the way if they wish.

The Rescuers Down Under: It's very pretty to watch. There is not much else memorable about it other than the freaky mouse hospital scene. Favorite character: Joanna the lizard. Least favorite character: Wilbur the seagull. 7/10.

Aladdin: The Return of Jafar: Holy shit what an immediate downgrade compared to the last movie. None of the characters were the same people as the first movie I swear to god and the Genie is surprisingly racist. The best character was Jafar who is somehow more competent as a bad guy now and has a pretty kickass song. Favorite character: Rajah the tiger. Least favorite character: The Genie. 3/10.

Aladdin and The King of Thieves: The animation was so much better than the last movie and I feel a little spoiled. Best part of this movie was Aladdin's hot dad. Most of this movie could have been cut for brevity. This marathon is brought to you by Sand! It's everywhere, get used to it! Favorite character: Cassim, Aladdin’s hot dad. Least favorite character: The other 39 thieves. 5/10

Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas: Belle is the worst character in her own movie and they've ruined the message of the original. Apparently every piece of furniture, bellows, and axe has a human soul and the implications of this are horrifying. This movie shouldn't have existed, read The West Wing fanfiction instead. Favorite character: Tim Curry. Least favorite character: Belle. 3/10.

Beauty and the Beast: Belle's Magical World: I paid attention to this one the least because it's quite painful. They've run out of everything and this is the cow that Disney milked dry in the 90s. I had no favorite characters in this one. Least favorite character: Webster the book. Each segment was 20 minutes but they were still too long. 1/10

Pocahontas II: Journey to a New World: The animation is such a step up from the Beauty and the Beast movies, and definitely some of the best of any of the home releases. There is no true way to ignore the historical context and white-washing, but if this were a standalone story was not half-bad. John Rowlfe is a better boyfriend than John Smith do not fight me on this. Favorite character: The drunk dog. Least favorite character: Every Englishman. 6/10

The Lion King II: Simba's Pride: This movie made my laptop overheat and die for a bit. It goes so fucking hard, it has a lot of intense scenes throughout the movie even very early on, and some legit fuckin songs. I can see how this would have made a lot of kids furries. Disappointed that Simba never came out as LGBT, but I won't rush him on this he only just overcame his prejudice. Favorite character: Zira. Least favorite character: The green-screen fire. 8/10 only because it killed my computer for half an hour.

Fantasia 2000: I'm definitely biased but this one is my favorite so far. Special shoutouts to Pines of Rome, Rhapsody in Blue, and the Firebird Suite. I could have done without the celebrity comedy bits, but overall there wasn't a single segment I didn't like. Favorite character: Every main character in Rhapsody in Blue. Least favorite character: Steve Martin. Our first and only 10/10!!

An Extremely Goofy Movie: I've never seen the first movie yet I think I feel more strongly about this one that I think I would have about the first movie. Goofy is such a good dad well he tries to be even if he doesn't do a good job he's doing his best. But geeze, the 2nd hand embarrassment is strong in this one. Favorite character: Goofy. Least favorite character: Bradley Uppercrust III. 9/10

The Little Mermaid II: Return to The Sea: At this point I had my first cup of coffee and my ADHD medication (Adderall). Despite that, I had such a hard time concentrating on this one . I remember more and more of this movie as I watch but I know I will forget it once we're done. Favorite character:Clancy Brown. Least favorite characters: Tip and Dash. 7.5/10

Lady and the Tramp II: Scamp's London Adventure: I was informed halfway though the movie that there was never any London in the title and I feel betrayed. We spent the entire movie talking about our own pets instead of paying attention, we were that bored. These "I don't wanna listen to my parents who were the protagonists of the first movie because I'm rebellious and need to be free" plots are starting to get stale and I fear this is not the last one. Favorite character: Otis the Chinese Crested Chihuahua. Least favorite character: Scamp. 4/10

Cinderella II: Dreams Come True: I might be the only person here able to tell you what this movie is about, everyone else's brains are mush. This movie was very sweet, actually, like it might have just been made for cash but it's got some very nice moments even if they're inconsequential, and I guess you could say they're forgettable if I weren't still on an Adderall rush. People forget just how strong Cinderella's personality is and kinda just flanderize her as boring. Leaps and bounds better than Belle's Magical World, even if the concepts are mostly the same. I didn't really like that cats subplots. Favorite characters: Anastasia and the Baker. Least favorite character: Human Jaq. 7/10

Peter Pan: Return to Neverland:

Technically this is a war movie. Not as engaging as I remember it being when I was a kid. Though I appreciate this having more of a character-driven story with an arc and development from Jane. Too much spitting. These movies don't have the teeth to kill off their villains anymore. Favorite character: Can’t say I had one. Least favorite character: The skunk lost boy. 5/10

The Hunchback of Notre Dame II: It's beautiful on the inside there's more to life than just appearances you have to look past ugly things to find the true beauty inside do you get it it's beautiful on the inside! I can feel the toll this marathon is taking on my fucking brain, I can't use my dick anymore. After a string of such good movies so far, this was an immediate and noticeable downgrade to the animation quality of Aladdin and the King of Thieves. Quasimodo learned in the last movie that he doesn't need a romantic love interest in order to be loved by his friends, in this movie he learns that a (frankly bland) love interest will make him happy. They line Quasi up to get his heart broken and that makes me angry. At least Tom Hulce is a good singer. Favorite character: Esmerelda. Least favorite character: Non-deformed Quasimodo. 2/10

Tarzan and Jane: Only 10 minutes into the movie I wanted off of Michael Eisner's Wild Ride. It only got worse from there, as it stretched out vignettes of "plot" for the next hour. The only reason it's not lower is because the animation is not as bad as Belle's Magical World. It's stiff and TV-quality and full of continuity errors but not as ugly as BMW. This has become a psychological test of survival. Favorite character: Captain Walter White. Least favorite characters: Every Englishman. 3/10 but only because it's not as ugly as it could have been, and more engaging to the watchers than the last 3 movies.

101 Dalmatians 2: Patch's London Adventure: This time it was in London! This movie was fine. It didn't grab our attention in the latter half the same way previous movies have. It was fairly bland, the repeating puppy effect was more impressive when it was made in a time before computers. I wish Cruella got a redemption arc where she learns to channel her Dalmatians/spots obsession into art as an outlet. Favorite character: Thunderbolt. Least favorite character: Lil Lightning. 4/10

The Jungle Book 2: During this movie I went to go lie down and ended up passing out for 3 hours. It was my first and only nap. They should take this gun and shoot Shere Khan. My knowledge from here on out relies on previous watches of the movie when I was a kid. This is just a co-op campaign on the Jungle Book. Favorite character: Bagheera. Least favorite character: Ranjan. 5/10

Atlantis Milo's Return: Another package film of 3 episodes from the failed TV show, but I definitely think that this worked better than other examples. We zoned the fuck out a lot so it wasn't super engaging but we had more fun with it than others. At least they try something new and different in each episode rather than take place in the same location with the same overdone plots, like most of these. The body count returns! (We had been keeping a count of how many intentional fatalities there were in these movies) I'm taking points off for feet. Favorite character: Vinny. Least favorite character: Carnaby the Doug Dimmadome. 5/10

Stitch! The Movie: This was a cute and fun little continuation of the Lilo & Stitch story. We said this was gonna be the one where people went to take a nap, but everyone was actually hooked. The TV animation quality has improved considerably since the days of the Aladdin sequels, with the highlight being Experiment 221's electricity. It's just short enough to feel like we hit each plot point at a good pace. Favorite character: Nani (I just like her :) ). Least favorite character: Myrtle. 9/10

The Lion King 1 1/2: We had a holy experience with this movie. We remembered well why this movie was our gay awakening-- Timon and Pumbaa are the power couple this marathon deserves. Animation is super high quality, songs are catchy (and the stuff they shelled out the rights for is fucking incredibly), and we were consistently laughing from start to finish. We came to more than a few realizations over the course of this movie, and some of them were actually quite horrifying. Such as Pumbaa killing 60 animals with a single fart and quadrupling the body count. The only thing that keeps this from a 10/10 is a reliance on fart jokes. Favorite character: The grubs. Least favorite character: WDW forum user bigbadwolf circa 2004. 9.8/10 but I did have to dock another point because Timon says a slur (”What do you call a hyena with half a brain? Gifted!”).

Mulan II: They did Shang so fucking wrong in this one. The stakes are so much lower than the first movie that the conflict is manufactured over the most asinine things for the sake of conflict. The absolute worst is Mushu though, who they made a bitter manipulator. The linework is fine, but every movement and expression is over-animated. The best way I can describe this movie is if you injected toon logic into Mulan. The princesses were cute. Favorite character: Unhinged Shang. Least favorite character: Mushu. 3.5/10

Tarzan II: The Legend Begins: This movie shouldn't have had this plot. It looks better than Mulan 2 visually. It did not have enough plot to keep me invested but everyone else tells me it's good. I didn’t even know enough to write down a favorite or least favorite character. 4/10

Lilo and Stitch 2: Stitch Has a Glitch: It's Lilo & Stitch, we can't really find a way to dislike it. The animation's really good, miles better than the TV quality stuff even, you could have released this theatrically. Even though this is the darkest sequel in a while, it still manages to be cute, funny, and heart-warming. Oh David, that poor little simp. Favorite character: Stitch and Lilo. Least favorite character: None. 8.5/10

Kronk's New Groove: Another package of 3 different stories. This one lost the most points out of any movie after the initial appraisal for feet, armpit hair, and multiple instances of naked old people. Catgirl Yzma was not well received. They tried too hard to un-queer-code Kronk, which goes against the message of being true to your groove. At least the animation is theatrical quality. I left in the middle of this movie to go make soup for dinner and when I came back everyone was yelling about something awful that had happened. Favorite character: Red Pill (Kuzco). Least favorite character: Rudy. 3/10

Bambi II: The Great Prince of the Forest: I was too focused on my soup to pay attention to the boring story. It's cute critters being cute in the forest. I know I reached the brink of exhaustion once more when I thought that Bambi and his dad were Benrey and Breen. I hate the pop songs. Favorite character: My soup. Least favorite character: Andi. 3/10

Leroy and Stitch: The last Lilo & Stitch movie, they got enough of a budget and it still looks like TV animation but it's a little better. Experiment 625 could be unstoppable if not for what I assume is untreated ADHD (we stan). Stitch claimed the prize of the highest body count out of everyone in this marathon with 600+ Leroy clones. Leroy is a nasty little cretin. Otherwise not much else to say, it's Lilo & Stitch so it's high quality-- oh my god this is just Sonic Adventure 2. Thank me later. Favorite character: Experiment 625/ Reuben. Least favorite character: Dr. Hamsterviel. 8/10

Brother Bear 2: Wowie another misunderstanding conflict we're not tired of that at all. Anyways, this movie is just Shrek but with bears, pretty much the whole way. As far as Valentine's Day movies go, this was better than Hunchback in just about every way. Favorite character: Nita. Least favorite character: Lord Farquaad. 6/10. Note: This is the only session we have a recording of, because our friend who wanted to hang out with us for Brother Bear 2 couldn’t make it.

The Fox and the Hound 2: The original Fox and the Hound was a heart-wrenching film about a friendship tragically separated by societal roles. This movie was just Patch's London Adventure but with Reba McEntire. The improved animation will no longer save these movies from boredom. Both the Fox and the Hound felt like they were in two different movies. Reba is the only grace I will afford it, but girl needs to put more evil in her villain song. Favorite character: Reba McEnterrier. Least favorite characters: The other dogs in the band. 3/10

Cinderella III: A Twist In Time: Technically the movie gets a 0/10 because I subtracted so many points for feets stuff, but let's look past that. The animation is the sum of all the years of practice, technology upgrades, and care. This was the first movie to give us the highly coveted Cinderella action scenes, as Cinderella is a go-getter and a beast. I mean, she always has been, not that anyone remembers. We do be loving that Anastasia redemption arc. The ending is Shrek 2, not to be the guy that points that out. By the way, the original film is no longer canon as this is now the true timeline. Favorite character: Prince Charming. Least favorite characters: The mice. 9/10 would be the score I give if were it not for the feet stuff.

The Little Mermaid: Ariel's Beginning: People say this is Footloose but really this is a metaphor for homosexual fast dancing. Most of the early part of the movie was spent trying to figure out mermaid genetics to figure out why Ariel and her sisters look like that. The highlight of the movie was the Megalovania cameo. Marina is much too weak of a villain compared to Morgana and especially Ursula. We are braindead after this, we've never laughed harder. What a way to end the night. Thankfully, no feet. Favorite character: Benjamin the manatee. Least favorite character: Marina Del Ray. 5/10

#disney #disney sequels #disney direct to video #discord shenanigans #long post #like 29 movies long #yes we skipped hercules zero to hero but only cuz that wasn't on disney plus #friends

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Wake up brain strikes again, I'm thinking this playfulness would be Ler!Sapnap and lee!George. "If you can catch me, I'll tickle you" reverse chase! The lee chases the ler around and if the ler is caught then the lee gets any kind of tickles they want

okay, FIRST of all, I just wanna say that this has been sitting in my inbox since probably the last week of november/first week of december,,,,,, and for that, i am sorry, I really wish it didn't take this long to answer, BUT. better late than never, or whatever wise people say

second of all, I went... a liiiiiitle bit overboard with this one, but I feel like the length makes uo for the wait, possibly? that's for you to decide

but THIRD of all, YES SLEEPY YES YES ABSOLUTELY YES

im thinking is something along the lines of this:

george is in a pretty severe lee mood, but he flat out Refuses to admit it, so he finds sap in the movie room and starts provoking and bothering him to try and get him to retaliate and wreck him

sap catches on pretty quickly (it doesn't take long for him to figure out, he knows george's tells like the back of his own hand, plus hes not exactly subtle) and goes "okay. I know what you want, so I'm gonna make you a deal. I'm gonna run around the house, and if you can catch me, I'll tickle you in ANY way you want. deal?" pretty much exactly like you said!!

and obviously, george denies AGGRESSIVELY at first, and his cheeks turn pink at the PROSPECT of being lee and wanting tickles, because how DARE sapnap accuse him of something like that!! he is NOT lee, he does NOT want tickles, sapnap can shut his MOUTH, thank you very much—

.....but eventually, after sap is just Staring at him in silence waiting for him to crack, he giggles a little and goes "wh- uh... you- you said any kind I want?" and sap just goes "mhm :) anything you want. does that mean you're in?" and george just nods, very slowly, and sapnap goes "awesome! seeya, slowpoke!" and skitters his nails over George's tummy before SPRINTING out of the room and leaving George to squirm and sputter out a protest and scramble to run after him as he darts out of the movie room they were sitting in

and honestly I feel like George would like... kinda get lost in the game a tiny bit? not fully, he is still Extremely hooked on the idea of getting his tickles, but it would kinda slip his mind what exactly would happen when he catches sap, simply because he gets so lost in the act of actually chasing and catching him

so, when he manages to skip the top step of the staircase and grab sapnap's arm, successfully pushing him against the doorframe of george's own bedroom, he just giggles his heart out because he won!! he caught sap!! he did it!!!

until sapnap goes "okay!! you caught me, georgie, good job!!! how do you want your tickles?" and hes just like "oh 😳 right 😳 that's what's happening....."

and he would just keep giggling in that little flustered and squeaky way he always does as he squirms where he's standing, and he's like "I, uh... I didn't really– I haven't really thought about it yet..." and sap reaches forward and puts his hands on George's waist and goes "That's okay :) I can wait :) i have time"

and george's brain nearly short circuits, and he realizes he has to actually come up with something and then actually ASK for it out loud before sap does it, because sap can't read his mind!! but eventually he's able to get out "can you– do you think– can you maybe, like..." as he tries to ask for what he wants but gets caught up in his own brain

but, to take a break from the teasing and be a lil sweetheart for a bit, i feel like sap would hug him as he stutters through his words to encourage him as well :( he pulls George in by his waist, wraps his arms around him, presses his cheek to George's collarbone, holds him close and goes "anything you want, anything my gogy asks for, okay? whatever comes to mind"

and after some more whines and stutters and broken giggles and other noises, george works up the courage he needs to say “so, y-you know that... that claw thing you do to my– uh… like, my ribs? yeah i… i-id like that" and then he follows it up with "and- and maybe also, if you want, just like... some raspberries maybe? a few, or something like that"

and sapnap would pull back from the hug, smirk at george, and suddenly drop down to his knees and push george's shirt up to blow the BIGGEST raspberry on his tummy, and george is so caught off guard that he squeals and nearly crumbles right then and there

so sap does a few more until one well-placed raspberry right above his hipbone makes him go a little limp, and then suddenly sapnap lifts him up over his shoulder and brings him over to the bed, plops him on it, and straddles him to suddenly do little jellyfish and claws scratchies on his ribs :)

and george is just so giddy and giggly and happy and squirmy and wiggly the whole time!!! because!!! this is exactly what he asked for!!! sapnap KNOWS exactly what he likes!!! it's playful its fun it tickles its GOOD!!

and his little tickly hands are shaking around, going a mile a minute, and his smile is so big and he's already breathless from the running and the raspberries and the laughter and being thrown around so much and!!!!! he's just. so HAPPY!!! and sapnap thinks he's so god damn cute too, and he just can't stop tickling, and he knows george doesn't want it to stop either, so they're both just giggling together while george squirms underneath sap and glances up at him with the biggest, sweetest, tear-filled heart eyes sapnap has ever seen in his life when he's not squeezing them shut or shaking his head through his laughter :((( he's just the cutest little angel isn't he :(

#this is perfect sleepy thank you :)#again i am so so sorry this has taken like. literal actual MONTHS for me to get to #i hope nothing like that ever happens again at least not to this extent #but this is still soooo good i love thus concept so much #also special shoutout mush for letting me rant at them about this in order to formulate my thoughts more clearly <3 #youre the best mi gatito <3 #fav #lee!george #ler!sapnap #concepts / ideas #sleepy anon

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FIC RECS (Part 6) :)

sorry if you got tagged in this again, I'm a dummy and deleted it on accident :(

Request: Could you recommend me some biker!bucky fics? I’ve read all of @bucky-plums-barnes’ and I’m desperate for more

Alright guys, this is my favorite fic recommendation list I’ve done thus far. Lets buckle up for my absolute favorite AU. This one is LONG. But I just couldn’t stop I love this AU too much to not go on and on lol. These fics are amazing, I tried to keep it to one fic an author, but I stated if they had more! Also the descriptions may be a little smaller, because there were so many I didn’t want this to be way too long :) And shoutout to @bucky-plums-barnes for all of their amazing biker stuff too!

Swallow by @all1e23

This fic here, is absolutely beautiful. The way Allie writes is so unique, and reading their work is always a wonderful experience. There is never an emotion that goes unfelt by the reader. This fic is a story that perfectly embodies the way love makes you act. Love isnt perfect, its heartbreak, and destruction, and pain, yet above all else its beautiful. Don’t go in expecting a fairy tail, go in expecting tangible realistic love between two broken people. Also, Allie has an amazing story called Home, that I also highly recommend.

New Girl by @omnomsauruswrites

This was the first biker Bucky story I ever read, and I think thats why its one of my favorite AUs, because I got sun a good start with this fic. I love this story. We’ve got enemies to lovers, biker bucky, and a killer plot twist that I did NOT see coming. All in all it was such a lovely story. Its shorter chapters, but every word is purposeful to making you fall in love with both characters. In the end you get a happily ever after, and you couldn’t ask for more!

Howling’ For You by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Ohh my love, my whole heart is in this fic. This is such an amazing story. I sometimes don’t love the good girl bad boy trope because its overdone and excessive, but THIS. This is so well done, is he protective? Yes. But does he also know she is perfectly capable of being an independent human? Yes! There were so many twists and turns and absolutely heartwarming love between the two characters. I also love how in character every person is. Amazingly well done, would read it every day if I could.

Wild Horses by @whitewolfbumble

Bad Boy exterior SOFT boy middle?? Yes! This fic is so adorable. It really shows the build of the relationship, and thats always my favorite part. It was such a true to life story in my opinion, the reader started of lost and finding her place in the world, then this lovely group of people just accepted her and helped her through her tough times. It was such a heartwarming read, with angst that just solidified the connection between the characters. And the friendship they all had was so refreshing compared to some stories where people are just rude for no reason. Its a short yet sweet read, and I 100% recommend it.

Long Way Round by @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

This was a hard one to choose, so many amazing biker stories they’ve written! But im a sucker for series’ and this series is so awesome. I LOVE Plus size reader stories, hell yeah representation! Now this story is a TRIP! Its like a really good episode of criminal minds. There are so many details jam packed into this that I couldn’t put my phone down! Shady gangs, corrupt leaders, and a smart as hell reader. This was just such a good read, not even for Bucky, but just for the incredible story telling. Sweet protective Bucky is always a plus though. Also, check out their other amazing stories like The Bounty, and Red Star Rebel, they’re just as amazing as this one!

A Real Sweet Guy by @mycupoffanfiction

I remember when I first read this it was only a oneshot and I was super sad, but then BOOM it turned into an adorable series. Its not done yet but its so good so far! Its the epitome of soft baby boy Bucky under a hard tough guy exterior. The way Ellie portrays relationships between characters is so cute, you feel the love between everyone whether that be platonic or romantic. Its through details that she sets up this lovely little universe that you just get sucked into, and honesty im fine staying there lol. I cant wait to read more of this one!

Rebel by @promarvelfangirl

Okay for this, just a warning, my device has a little trouble with the master list so it may be easier to use the desktop version :) Okay about the story, holy hell this one is cute. Bucky is HOPELESS, and just wants a date, Peter has the worst timing, and Steve just is along for the ride. I love mutual pining fics where one is completely oblivious to the other trying to ask them out, and the other is just trying their best lol. I felt like banging my head on the table very time Bucky got too nervous, but alas! It worked in the end, adorable little fic. They also have a cute set of biker Bucky stories called Fancy hair that I love so much.

Born To Run by @softbiker

Slow burn baby! This one is still in progress but hot damn is it good so far. I love this trope of the girl not really wanting anything to do with the guy but the guy and his friends being like well thats too dang bad! I love the idea that family isn’t what you’re born with, its who you love and who loves you. This fic is absolutely lovely so far, and though obviously I don’t know much about where its going to end up, where it is right now is good enough for me to put it on this list!

Notorious by @interestedbystanderwrites

I know I’ve been going on and on about how much I love Soft sweet Bucky. But I also LOVE badass tough guy who is very scary Bucky. And oh baby is this the perfect fic for that! Bucky is a felon, and a hot one at that. And what he sets his eyes on, he gets. That thing just so happens to be the all to trusting reader. This is such a thrilling fic. It reminds me of baby driver for some reason. I love seeing the cracks that show a bit of sweet Bucky. It leaves me waiting for more! He’s her addiction, she cant help but to stick around. Such a good fic, I cannot wait for more of it!

Deny Me by @brooklynsboys

This fic made my heart turn to mush. Its about an insecure reader, and a tough buck who has the softest heart ever but doesn’t know how to show it sometimes. My absolute favorite bucky is the bucky that only his girl gets to see, and this is the perfect representation of that. The way they write is spectacular. They get you to completely understand the feelings the character has without literally just writing it. You are right there in the world with them, feeling what they feel. And who doesn’t love a perfect happy ending?

Whatever it Takes by @sgtjbuccky

Oh Buddy, lets talk about how much I LOVE this fic. Bucky is the biggest charming jerk there is, but you love to hate him. I was smiling the whole way through this read. Literally my face hurt by the end I was smiling so big! It was cute, and I felt every frustration, yet every single bit of the tension they had. The reader is a smart little cookie, and bucky is too cocky for his own good. If you want a cute extremely well written fic, this is the place to go!

Tender Surprises by @empyreanwritings

Jesus, talk about tooth rotting tear jerking fluff. You know those videos where the child asks a pseudo-parent to adopt them? Yeah, thats this perfectly embodied in a fic. I cried, read it again, then cried some more. I love how it mixes tough biker Bucky with soft non-toxic masculinity father. We need more of that. It was so perfectly written, the flashbacks are perfectly placed, and give another layer of depth into this familial relationship they have. I love Dad!Bucky and Biker!Bucky, so to have them wrapped into on is perfect.

Softail by @nacho-bucky

Theres something about the way Cait writes thats just poetic. She could write about my morning routine and it would be art. This fic is no exception. Its the cutest little thing, two people in a diner, brought together by chance and a little bit of courage. Its an adorable little story about trust, and taking a chance. Bucky is supportive and encouraging, reader is a little scared. But it all works out in the end, because everything is okay when you’re with the one you love. 10/10.

You Give Love, A Bad Name by @em-imagines

I love stories like these. The cocky boy chasing the uninterested girl, yet there is obviously some tension there? Yeah, thats my cuppa tea right there. Also, its a high school AU! Love those. This story is definitely a mixed bag of feels. You get the super cute chase, but you also see a raw side of Bucky, and his unfortunate home life. As sad as it is, I think its a good representation of true life, where there is always something that you don’t know about someone. Theres vulnerability to this, and that makes it such a lovely story to read. Incredibly well done.

What’s On The Inside by @revengingbarnes

Is this technically a mechanic and not Biker AU? Yes. But he rides a motorcycle and its too good to not mention lol. This fic is ADORABLE. Mutual Pining! Shy flirting! Instant Connection! Bike Riding! Its incredibly well done too. Its just one of those feel good stories, it makes you smile, and want to get to know more about the characters. Soft Beefy bucky is my favorite boy, and this is SUCH a good representation of him. My heart was mush the whole way through. 10/10 would read again (for the 12739th time)

Broken by @allthebucky now on @poeticbarnes

Forbidden lovers y’all, thats it. Like Romeo and Juliet except Bucky is a dummy who doesn’t know the right thing to do, and the reader just wanted truth. Its a short but sweet little fic, theres so much emotion packed into the story too! You feel the pain the reader and bucky hold at different times, but you also feel the longing as well. Its such a cute relationship they have, and I’m always a sucker for bucky putting the reader first!

Over The River and Through the Woods by @geminimoonbeamx

Sure its only September, but that doesn’t mean its not time for a killer Christmas Fic! Also another plus size reader hell yeah! I LOVE the domesticity from this! Its like Love Actually, a bunch of absolutely crazy people coming together, and the reader and Bucky are just trying to get out alive lol. It also really sweet in dressing what its like to be without those you love on holidays. A perfect balance of sweet and serious. Its so cute, and so funny. I have a non conventional family so I can relate to this so much. The love between the two is so palpable and so heartwarming.

Home Sweet Home by @sweet-barnes

Their name says it all. This story is just one big ball of sweet biker Bucky and his sleepy gal. I am always looking for those small tooth rotting fics just to boost my feelings for a day and oh man is this is. Bucky is the biggest cuddle bug in history and not even his scary biker persona can change my mind. This fic made me smile so hard, and then want to take a nice nap with the teddy bear Bucky Barnes himself.

Skin by @captain-ariel-barnes

Okay I love this one because I’ve not read another like it. I love how she portrays Bucky as having been in an accident and having memory problems because of it. Its so real and sad when you think about it because its entirely realistic and truthful to life. And boy is Bucky not just the sweetest thing ever. He wants to remember his girl no matter what, so he makes it permanent. Their relationship is so cute. I just love soft Bucky with my whole heart. Amazing story, so well done!

The Mailbox by @kaunis-sielu

This one was one of the first one shots I read of biker bucky and I still love it so much! Bucky is such a softie, running into mailboxes fixing them, even having Steve paint it? Okay big bad biker guy, you sure are scary… Also, protective bucky yeah baby!! Hell do what he needs to to keep the reader safe, and oh baby if that isn’t like my favorite trope ever. Also the little sassy elements are hilarious. I also recommend their other biker fics such as Stitches, or Just Married. :)

Oh god. That was a long one. Would you believe me if I said I had to cut it from 37 to these 20 here? Hardest decision of my life lol. Thank you all so much for reading until the end. I hope you all love these fics as much as I do! :)

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hotoffthepressfics · 5 years

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A Family Circus

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 4,759

Summary: The reader and Bucky are in a budding relationship. Things are going really well, only the reader has some secrets she’s been hiding. Will the truth bring them closer or tear these two apart?

Warnings: Angst

A/N: Written for a follower request, this one was really fun to write. Shoutout to @buckysforeverprincess for helping me figure out how to end this right.

Warm hands wrap around your stomach as you sleepily pour two cups of coffee.

"Mm... Good morning.." Bucky's gruff voice mumbles next to your ear.

You shiver. How on earth had you gotten so lucky to have this man to wake up to you would never know. You spin in his arms, reaching up on tiptoes to kiss him fully on the mouth. His hands bunch your nightshirt up, exposing your backside to the cool morning air.

"Morning sleepyhead, want some coffee?" Bucky accepts the offered mug and pulls you onto his lap at the table.

You both sit in comfortable silence, sipping at your morning pick-me-up. A few minutes pass before Bucky glances up at the kitchen clock. He groans and buries his face into your shoulder. You chuckle quietly as you caress his brunette hair gently.

"Time stops for no man... you need to get to work!" You tease, earning you a playful pinch to your ass.

You squeak in surprise and half- heartedly bat at his shoulder. Bucky's breath puffs out over your neck as he hugs you closer. His lips press so carefully to your pulse point all coherent thought leaves you.

"What if I call in sick today? We could continue what we were doing last night ," he coaxes, pressing another kiss to your collarbone as his fingers play with the hem of your shorts, "we wouldn't have to leave the bed all day."

It's tempting, and the longer his fingers trace along the bare skin of your thighs the harder it is to say no. Your shift into him, seeking his mouth when your phone vibrates loudly against the tiled counter. You both jump then share a sheepish laugh. You slide off his lap to check it.

Hey. We'll be up in ten. Thanks again for doing this. – C

‘Shit. Shit, shit, shit!’ You think to yourself, tapping out of the message and putting the phone down. You’d forgotten they were coming. You'd been too caught up in all things Bucky that you'd spaced on agreeing to watch the kids.

"Everything okay?" Bucky asks, drawing your attention back to him.

“Yeah! Yeah... I just got called into work. Looks like we'll have to postpone our all-day love fest for another time. I'm sorry..." You apologize.

Bucky's face is crestfallen a moment before he nods." Yeah... Steve would kill me if I didn't show up for work, so it's probably best. Mind if I use your shower to clean up?" He asks.

You nod meeting him halfway for one more kiss before he disappears back into your room. You watch him go, slightly leaning forward as he rounds the corner. When the door clicks shut and the groan of water pipes starts up you wedge your feet into a pair of sneakers and bolt out the door.

Clint and his brood are at the end of the street as you race to meet them, red-faced and wheezing. Clint quirks on eyebrow, adjusting little Peter in his arms.

"Hello to you too. Didn't realize you were so eager to start babysitting duty." He glibs.

You pin him with a stink eye, bending over to rest your hands on your knees as you catch your breath. You were tempted to give him the finger, but little eyes were present.

"I... need you... to go... once around... the block." You wheeze out, a stitch forming on your right side.

You stand upright, covering your ribs to ease the ache. Clint frowns at you.

"What for? If I do that I’m gonna be late to work!"

You spear him again with a look, "You and I both know you left early enough to get here that you’ll be fifteen minutes early to work. You always do. So today you'll only be five minutes early. Please, Clint." You plead.

Revelation dawns on Clint's face. He leans forward, voice lowering an octave as the left corner of his mouth curves into a mischievous smirk.

"He's up there, isn't he?"

You roll your eyes at him turning your attention towards the kids. Nina, the middle child, nearly

vibrates with anticipation. She adored her time with you. You give her a smile and a wink. Matty, the oldest at seven, is preoccupied with a small rock he is toeing with his shoe.

"Hi, kiddos!" you greet happily.The older two mumble their own hellos while Peter eagerly reaches for you, leaning away from his father.

"Come on, Clint. Help me out." You urge, letting Peter hold your finger to pacify him.

Clint sighs heavily raising his free hand in surrender, "Alright! Alright... come on guys. We're gonna go on a little walk."

•••

Bucky kisses you three times in quick succession while you lean out your apartment door, prolonging his departure. You grin against his lips.

"You're gonna be late..." you chide.

Bucky sighs and gives you one more lingering kiss. He bids you goodbye and promises to see you later before stepping into the elevator. You wave one last goodbye as the metal doors slide closed.

"Is the coast clear?”

"Jesus! - " You nearly jump out of your skin.

Whirling around you spot Clint, Peter, Matty, and Nina snooping behind the hall corner. They all march over. Clint stares at you expectantly as you take Peter from him. Your eyes flit to his face.

"What?" you ask a little petulantly.

You walk back into your apartment without waiting for an answer. Nina tottles in after you making a beeline for the small cubby shelf where you stashed away their toys when they weren't there. Matty plops down in front of the TV, ready to watch his favorite cartoons. Clint finally brooches the subject you're avoiding.

“You need to tell him, Y/N. The longer you wait the harder it will be to explain." You finally drop the tension in your shoulders, sagging into the seat you pulled out for you and Peter.

Peter babbles gleefully in your lap.

"I know.. It's just so... complicated." You finish lamely. As if to punctuate your point Peter reaches for you and whimpers,"Mama.”

You were not Peter's mother. Or Nina's. Or Matty's. You had never even entertained the idea of a relationship with Clint. He was one of your best friends. You'd do anything for him. Which is why you'd stepped into the role of maternal figure when Clint's wife had decided she was done and took off without a word. You didn't mind it. You loved them and wouldn't have it any other way.

You'd been content with your life and makeshift family when you'd met Bucky. What had begun as a mild flirtation had quickly turned into something more. You were head over heels for him. Before it hadn't seemed like a big deal to let him in on your odd family. Now it was an albatross hanging from your neck.

Clint sits across the table from you, reaching for your hand. You grip onto his for support. He squeezes reassuringly.

"I'm sorry... I know I've put you in this position..." You begin to object but he stops you," Yes, I get that you wouldn't change a thing, but you gotta tell him. It’s only going to get worse the longer this goes on…”

You let your head drop, nodding meekly. “I know, I’ll do it soon… I promise.”

That had been almost two weeks ago. You really wanted to tell Bucky… but every time you opened your mouth to begin, it felt as though your throat closed up, leaving you unable to utter a word.

“Maybe you just need to get good and drunk, you know, to loosen you up so you can tell him.” Nat offers.

You cast a sidelong glance at her to let her know just what you thought of that idea. Nat shrugs, spooning more of the green mush into Peter’s mouth. You look back to the sandwiches you were making for Nina and Matty. Natasha was another old friend of yours and Clint, but unlike you she carried a torch for the man. Not that she would ever tell him that. She was more terrified of him knowing and ruining their friendship than you were of ruining what you had with Bucky. She tried to help with the kids when she could, but her job demanded more of her time than yours did.

You finish preparations on the sandwiches and head to the table. Matty digs into his the moment it’s in front of him, but Nina sullenly pushes away her plate. You frown. She’d been acting more and more unruly lately, and it wasn’t a change you were thrilled about.

“Nina, hun, you gotta eat your lunch.” You warn, giving her a look that brooches no argument.

She stubbornly kicks the table leg, attempting to push the plate further away. She hugs onto her teddy bear, popping her thumb into her mouth and furrowing her brows harder. You sigh, getting ready to launch into disciplinarian mode when there’s a knock at the door. You glance at Nat who nods in understanding, pulling the pouting toddler closer to convince her to eat her meal.

You make your way to the front entrance, so lost in thought you forgo looking through the peephole before throwing open the door. Your heart lurches to your throat as a smiling Bucky waits patiently on your doormat.

“Hey baby!” He greets brightly.

You swallow the thickness in your throat, pulling the door close to your hip, praying it’s enough to block his view.

“Hey… what are you doing here?”

His smile slips a little at the awkward uncertainty in your voice, “I got off early today… I thought I’d come surprise my favorite girl…”

His voice trails off as a loud clatter sounds from within your apartment. Your heart sinks from inside your throat to the pit of your stomach, making you sick. Bucky tried to look around you.

“Do... you have company? Is it a bad time?” He asks flatly.

You can see him closing off a bit and it hurts you. You need to fix this somehow.

“It’s Nat… bad day at work so she’s blowing off some steam here. Didn’t realize she’d actually start throwing my things around to feel better!” You pitch your voice louder at the end, tilting your head back so she could hear you.

A moment later you both can hear a muffled ‘sorry’ come from Natasha. You turn back to Bucky. You’re relieved to see his shoulders slacken, but he still wears a guarded expression. You smile sadly, hoping that the regret and sadness you feel can be seen.

“I’m sorry you came all this way. Can I call you later and we can do something?”

Bucky nods, offering a grin that doesn’t reach his eyes. He steps forward, cupping your cheek and kissing your forehead. With your stomach feeling like lead you watch him walk away before closing the door. Another crash followed by a loud wail sounds from the kitchen.

“Ouch! Mother — Nina that is not how we behave!” Nat scolds.

You hurry back to find Nat sitting on a chair nursing her bare foot while Nina sits in the far corner, sniffling and whimpering. Her plate of uneaten food a mess across the vinyl floor. You sigh, propping your hands on your hips. You peek over to Matty, who’s watching you with eyes the size of saucers waiting for you to dole out punishment. Peter fidgets unhappily in his high chair, ready to join in on the wailing.

“Can you take care of the rest of lunch while I speak to her?” You ask Nat.

She agrees before standing to clean up the mess and the boys. You kneel down in front of Nina, who is studiously avoiding your gaze. You reach out your hand.

“Let's go kiddo, we need to have a talk.”

Nina grudgingly takes your hand and stomps off to the living room with you. You hoist her up onto the couch, settling in next to her for your talk. She wiggles to the side, avoiding you.

“Nina. What’s going on sweetheart? Why are you misbehaving today. It’s not like you sweet girl… what’s wrong?”

You study the side of her face as fat, wet tears well up in her doe eyes. Nina buries her face into her teddy and sobs. You heart flutters in alarm and you soothe your fingers over her back, shushing her quietly.

“H—he’s gonna — take you away— like mommy!” She wails, hiccuping every now and then from her upset.

Your heart breaks at the little girl’s pronouncement, but your brows furrow in confusion.

“Who’s going to take me away?” You ask.

“T—the man—that daddy and— you t—talked about!” She breaks into fresh sobs again

“Oh sweetheart…”

You pull the crying girl onto your lap, consoling her. Nina weeps into your chest, her tears leaving warm, dark stains on the fabric. You wait until her crying subsides, leaving her snotty and hiccuping all the more, before pulling her back to speak with her. You make certain you have her attention.

“No matter who is in my life, I am not going anywhere. You’re my special girl, part of my special family. Nothing in this world will change that. I promise.”

Nina takes it in, her little mind whirling with the words. After a minute she sniffles and nods, burrowing back into your chest for a hug.

•••

Some playtime and a nap later, it was as if the trauma at lunch never happened. Nat had left some time before the kids woke up from their nap, leaving you to entertain the kids until Clint got off work.

A half hour into the riveting tale of Barbie and her friends against some Autobots bent on destroying her house your phone buzzes on the coffee table. You hoist Peter onto your hip and pick it up.

“Okay guys, looks like daddy is waiting downstairs for us!” You announce to the kids.

You set about putting away toys and packing up their things before dragging your crew down to the front entryway. Clint beams at his kids as Matty and Nina push their way out the door and into his waiting arms. Peter kicks excitedly in your arms to see him too. You laugh and hand off the babe. Clint takes Peter and smiles at you.

“Hey thanks again for —“

“Y/N?”

The blood drains from your face as you turn and see Bucky walking towards you, a bouquet of flowers hanging limply in his hands.

“Bucky! W—what are you— I thought I said I’d call you…” you bite back on your tongue as his eyes cut to you, the bewilderment and hurt brimming his eyes.

It was a pain worse than death to see how you’d hurt him. He glances from the kids clinging to Clint and back to you, his mind trying to piece together what was going on. You go to him but stop when he holds his hands out in front of him.

“Bucky… it’s not what you think. I swear…” you plead.

Peter whimpers and calls out for you, only it’s not your name he’s calling.

“Mama…”

Bucky’s eyes harden and he shifts away. Panic rises in your chest as you feel him slipping from you.

“Oh no? Seems like the kid just confirms it.” He remarks, the words slapping you with how cold they sound.

He spins away, letting the flowers drop from his hand as he stuffs it into his coat pocket.

“Bucky! Bucky, please!” You shout, chasing after him.

He quickly steps into a waiting taxi before you can reach him. You bang onto the glass before the cab pulls away and you have to let go or risk being dragged down the street. You stand in the road, watching your hopes and dreams drive away with your heart dissolving into nothing.

•••

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” Clint apologizes for the millionth time in the last hour.

He hands you a tissue, which Nina snatches away and tries to help wipe your face. You pull back, smiling weakly at her as you take it and blow your nose. Your eyes felt hot and swollen from your crying.

“It’s not your fault, Clint. I knew better. I should have told him when it started getting serious.” You admit defeatedly.

Nina crawls into your lap and hugs you. You return the hug, allowing her tiny body to offer you some comfort.

“He might come around… just give him some time to cool off and you can explain things” Clint encourages.

“Yeah… maybe…” You stare up at him, missing a beat before nodding.

The way Bucky had looked at you, with utter betrayal, cut you so deep. You had done this. The deep aching in your chest renewed and you broke into fresh sobs. You could only hope that once the dust settled there would be enough of the love you once shared to salvage what you had with Bucky.

•••

“No word from Bucky yet?” Natasha asks as you both watch the kids play along the jungle gym of the park.

You take in a shuddering breath, blinking away the sudden onset of tears at the mention of his name. You shake your head. No matter how many calls you made or texts you sent to explain he wouldn’t respond. Days turned into weeks until no hope of reconciliation remained. All that was left between you two was dead air.

Nat pats your knee in sympathy but says nothing. There was nothing to say. You’d been through the rounds of reassurance so many times that it did little to comfort you. You needed a distraction.

“So when are you and Clint going to quit dancing around each other and go on a date?” You tease, pushing yourself away from the back of the bench seat to look at Nat.

She gently pushes Peter in his stroller back and forth, avoiding your gaze. Your mouth falls open.

“Oh my god.”

She glances at you, her face impassive but there was a soft blush to her cheeks. You turn to fully face her, mouth still open in shock.

“Oh my god! You and… when??”

“Last Friday… I was watching the kids at his place while he ran errands. We sat and talked when he got home, we had some wine and… he kissed me.” She finishes, giving you a coy smile.

“It’s about time you guys did something about your feelings for each other! I thought I was going to have to stage an intervention to get you guys to come out with it!” You tease.

Nat quirks an eyebrow, her features showing she doesn’t believe a word you’re saying. You school your own features into a mask of seriousness, but the minute your eyes meet hers you both burst into a fit of laughter. In spite of how you’re feeling inside you can’t help the elation at this pronouncement. You knock your shoulder against Nat’s. She lets out a soft chuckle and returns the nudge. The two of you sit in silence for a moment. As quickly as it came your jovial mood slips back into the moroseness that had plagued you of late. Nat slips her hand around yours.

“I’m…sorry…” Nat’s voice dwindles away as she awkwardly tries to find the right words. Words of comfort had never really been her strong suit.

You place your free hand atop hers, silencing her apology.

“It’s okay. I’m happy for you. For both of you,” you give her hand a shake in reassurance. “One of us should be having a successful relationship at least.”

Nat hums low in her throat and rocks back on the bench.

“Yes well... I don’t know about that. It’s a rather slow-moving relationship. Can’t really get...” She surveys the area around you, ensuring the other two kids are out of earshot, “intimate with the kids around.”

“Ah.” you respond in understanding. Nina lets out a shrill cry as she runs around the jungle gym, deep in the middle of an impromptu game of tag with the other neighborhood kids. More silence fills the space as you both sit, pondering.

“You guys should let me watch the kids this Friday. That way you two can have some adult time without the worry of little eyes present.” You wink at Nat.

Nat appears uncertain, “I don’t know Y/N... Are you sure?”

You nod, “Absolutely. This will be exactly what I need to get my mind off…of things. It’ll be nice spending a Friday night with my favorite little people.”

Natasha mulls over your words a minute longer before smiling mischievously. “I’m sure Clint will only be too glad to take you up on the offer.”

•••

“Now be careful, little miss, you’re about to spill all that popcorn onto the floor.” You warn.

Nina quickly corrects the tipping bowl in her arms, knocking out a few popped kernels in the process. She tottles off to the living room stopping every few feet to fix the too giant bowl before she loses more popcorn. The result is a long, white puff trail from your kitchen to your living room. You shake your head quietly, handing off the root beer floats you just made to Matty, who protests for the fourth time that he should have been the one to carry the popcorn. Popcorn was easier to clean up than spilled soda.

You grab the broom and dust pan, quickly sweeping the white, fluffy trail into the pan. Once the mess is contained in a neat pile you carefully make your way back into the kitchen. Just as you're about to dump the soiled popcorn into the trash bin there's a slow but firm knocking at the door.

"I'll get it!" Nina shouts.

"Nina, wait- "

You hastily shut the sink cabinet and prop the broom against the wall. You hear the unmistakable creak of your apartment door open and you tear ass around the corner.

"Little miss, how many times do I have to tell you not to answer the door without me..."

Nina is shyly curled around the edge of the door once you came around the corner. A deep, masculine murmur sounds from the other side. You hesitate. You knew that voice. It was the one that lately had only inhabited your dreams. Gently you pull Nina around your hip as your eyes connect with soft blue eyes you thought you'd never see again.

Bucky pauses a beat before rising from his kneeling position. The two of you just stare at each other. The awkward silence stretches on. You'd longed for this moment for weeks on end and now that it was here you found yourself closing off. Bucky rubs uncertainty at the back of his neck before clearing his throat.

"Hi... uh... can we talk?" he asks cautiously.

Nina draws closer to your leg, hiding her face into your thigh. You gently caress the top of her soft, blonde hair. She pulls her face away to stare up at you. You offer her a gentle smile.

"It's okay sweetie. Go watch the movie with your brothers. I'll be back in a minute."

She casts one more furtive glance up at Bucky before scurrying back into the living room. You watch as she nestles herself close to Matty and the popcorn bowl, prolonging the inevitable. Peter kicks excitedly in his bouncer as the familiar castle logo appears on the screen. You exhale slowly through your nose, rubbing at your temples before facing the doorway. Bucky has his eyes trained on the wooden paneling of your apartment floor, studiously avoiding your eyes. You step closer, pulling the door up to rest against your hip.

"Well? You asked to talk, so talk." you raise an eyebrow expectantly.

Bucky swallows hard, nodding as he stuffs his hands into his pockets. He rocks back on his heels once looking up towards the ceiling as though summoning up strength.

"First off... I am a complete and utter ass." he states.

You nod an agreement but stay silent, waiting for him to continue. Bucky sighs, resting his hands against the door frame.

"When... I saw you with him… and the kids... I just felt betrayed. I heard the kid call you 'mama' and I felt like that was all there was to say... Look, l'm not good with handling or dealing with my emotions...”

He pauses, waiting for you to interject. You simply stare at him, clearly not going to offer any relief. As he opens his mouth to begin again, however, you cut him off deciding you did have something to say.

"How did you find out?" you ask softly.

"I saw that guy and Nat out tonight. I thought he was cheating on you and you didn't deserve that... I went over to tell him as much and Nat ripped me a new ass — I mean… she let me have it." he chuckles awkwardly, rubbing at the back of his neck again.

"I tried to explain things to you. If you had bothered to return any of my calls or texts I could have explained everything. I know I should have told you. It was stupid to keep it secret, but it didn't just affect me. It affects all of them if things went south between us. They've had enough people come and go from their life, they don't need another one. They're my family and they come first! “ You gulp for air at the end, forcing all you had to say in one breath.

Bucky slowly nods, hanging his head," I know, I know- "

"And look how it turned out! You turned tail and ran without giving me a second glance! I can't fall apart like that again, I just can't. So if this is going to be too much for you then just go back down those stairs and don't look back." You huff, pulling the door harder against your leg for stability.

Bucky trains his eyes on you, all traces of sheepishness gone. Another silent moment passes. Finally he gently reaches up to brush a strand of your hair back. His hand shifts to up your cheek. In spite of yourself you lean into the touch, craving it more than anything else.

"I want to be in this. I won't run again. I promise."

You feel the tears prick at the corner of your eyes. With a sniff you pull back. A flicker of panic flashes in Bucky's face before you push the door open, a nonverbal invitation to come in. You turn to head to the living room as Bucky shuts the door behind him.

"Hope you enjoy Frozen." You comment, nestling yourself next to Nina on the overstuffed sofa.

"Not sure that I've seen that one, but I'll give it a shot." He says as he lowers himself next to you.

"It's our favorite around here."

You're conscious of his arm thrown over the back of the sofa, careful not to touch your shoulders. Your little pack carries on watching the movie, though you hardly hear the dialogue over the whirling thoughts in your head. You peek over at Nina, who surreptitiously sneaks glances at Bucky. He's too into "Love Is An Open Door" to notice the little examination. By the end of the song you're shocked when Nina wiggles her way over your lap and into Bucky's.

He stiffens a moment, unsure of how to react. He exchanges a look with you and all you can do is shrug. You can barely hide the grin spreading across your face as Nina grabs a handful of popcorn and becomes engrossed with the movie once more, content in her new seating arrangement.

Bucky leans over to whisper in your ear, " "Does this mean I get the seal of approval?"

“Looks like it."

“Cool.” He smiles brightly, eyes sparkling in amusement.

Bucky returns to his upright position, relaxing once more into the cushions. The cartoon trio make their trek up Elsa's mountain when you decide to relent and lean your head against Bucky's shoulder. You remain tense until, cautiously, he wraps his arm around you. Secure by his side you blow out the breath you’d been holding. The tension swiftly bleeds away from you and for the first time in a long time you feel optimistic that this could actually work. Bucky just might become the next rag-tag member of your crazy family circus.

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thetimecrystal · 4 years

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i was tagged by @theelliottsmiths and i have done this a lot but like this is so fun

Nickname: meeks, miek, spøkelseskladden

Real name: mica

Zodiac: leo sun, libra moon and ascending

Favourite musicians/bands: rammstein, oomph!, hatari, uhhhhh cyber? (what music am i listening to??)

Favourite sports team: i don’t like sport? except like mushing? iditarod is going on rn and it’s fun to keep an eye on

Other blogs: @micafm (aesthetics) and @somaaws (gifdumping, not active rn as my computer is Shit)

Do I get asks: no! i love to answer them when they come in, but they come in with like a regularity of like once every second or third month? ajghgjjhg

How many blogs do I follow: uhhh 135, but i should follow more people

Tumblr crushes: don’t know if i’d say full crushes but like @chachamaru-chan @arocalypse-and-chill and @theelliottsmiths are great, wonderful and super nice! also of course, a shoutout to my wonderful, talented girlfriend @tardisgrump

Lucky numbers: anything with 3 tbh (in liseberg in gothenburg i always played on the three-numbers at the lucky wheels, to try and get 2 kilos of candy or stuffed animals. liseberg is a wilding place tbh)

What am I wearing: a very worn out achievement hunter jack tshirt and a pair of black sweatpants and my glasses but i have pretty bad eyesight (tried to brush my teeth while not wearing glasses yesterday and that was an experience)

Dream vacation: roadtrip through europe. but i’d especially love to go back to berlin (is almost a year since i have been there ;;;; i miss u berlinnnn)

Dream car: something that works, i really am not picky

Favourite food: anything with potatos and also like tuc salt and pepper (i found them in svinesund, sweden yesterday and i was almost crying, they’re so tasty)

Drink of choice: my non-alcoholic drink of choice is battery blueberry or peachberry lmao, my alcoholic drink of choice is probably just like pear cider

Instruments: i don’t play any :( i’d love to learn how to play bass and/or piano

Languages: norwegian is my mother tongue, i speak english to some level of proficiency and enough german to bother my best friend with random sentences (i finished 5 years of german last school year, and i’ve kept it up with duolingo and i am gonna try some other apps, while she has her third year of german rn)

Celebrity crushes: flake lorenz!! (from rammstein), andreas crap and dero goi (from oomph!)

Random fact: i’ve been on a hella podcast kick rn (or like a long form videos) because i have been “drawing” to practice illustrator (currently working on something from oomph!’s plastik album, there is like one picture i am thinking of, of all three of them) i have an idea to like design a version of some of their album covers based on my ideas and listening to podcasts help me focus and not like fluff around

i am not gonna tag anyone, if you want to do it, then say i’ve tagged you! because if you do, i have tagged you? anghgjgj

#tagged #mica speak #food //#alcohol //#also i feel like you can sense the south eastern norwegian in me in this post #just to like explain #the part of norway i am from is kinda notorious?#like our accent is often made fun of and we have certain habits that other people make fun of

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thehomierobbstark · 5 years

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Let’s Talk About Sex III

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Intermission

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: A sexually frustrated virgin? What’s a girl to do….

A/N: Hey yall!!! Wow, SO many directions this chapter could have gone in and I had a hell of a time trying to pick one. Some of this was based off a conversation I had with my good sis @middlegroundd so shoutout to her for helping be bounce my erratic flowing ideas off of her! Thank you all for sticking around and waiting patiently for this chapter, and thank you to the people who checked up and inquired about this series, I love that you all love it. Hoping this part doesn’t disappoint, still more to come!

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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It had been an entire week since the embarrassing night where you’d almost died from getting head, and the long days of sexual depravation were starting to get to you.

After you and Erik patched up your emotional misunderstanding, he had reduced you to forehead kisses and PG cuddle sessions, almost acting like he was too afraid to touch you now that he’d witnessed first hand your lungs limited capabilities.

For the first three days you’d embraced it, using the opportunity to continue building on the emotional foundation you’d created together. It was always easiest when you were physically close to one another, needing the connection to help keep you grounded and remind you of just how real your feelings were for one another.

You had never really been one for much physical affection in the past, so it completely caught you off guard the first time Erik ever wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, caressing your shoulders. You liked it.

You’d been at the strawberry festival (an event you practically begged Erik to go with you to), and you’d just finished visiting all the food booths, snagging yourselves some delicious strawberry nachos paired with a couple pints of strawberry beer, passing the delicacy between the two of you.

You dipped your finger into the fluffy mountain of whipped cream, swiping it onto his nose and then turning away quickly, popping your finger into your mouth and acting as if nothing happened. You bite down on your index, barely holding in your giggles as you sneak a peek at him, and see his eyebrows raised high with shocked expression on his face.

Your laughing fit takes over you, and you throw your head back and bark a hearty chuckle, so distracted that you almost run into a fence with displays of keychains hanging from it.

Erik catches you by the elbow at the last second, pulling you into him, your soft body bouncing against his hard chest as you catch your balance.

“Uh-huh, that’s what your silly ass gets,” he teases you with a toothy smile, the whipped cream still painted on his face making him look like a goof.

You scoff back playfully, gaze lingering on his handsome face, and before you can catch yourself you lean up on your tippy toes and lick his nose, catching some of the white sweetness on your tongue. You lick your lips tastily before realization of what you’d done hits you, and your eyes go wide in fear and embarrassment.

“Umm- I-” you stutter, words caught in your throat as your mind tries to come up with an excuse for why you just oddly licked this mans nose like a puppy.

“Wassup?” He watches you funnily, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smirk.

“You tryna taste me, babygirl?” He nudges your shoulder with his, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

Your face gets hot and you shake your head wildly in denial.

“No! I- I-”

“It’s alright if you were, princess. I’m tryna taste you too.” He bites his lip, winking at you, and even though you can’t feel your face, you’re pretty sure your soft brown cheeks are fire engine red and your mouth is agape.

His eyes switch between yours for a second, soaking in your expression before his own eyes squint together adorably, and he let’s out a cheek aching laugh that makes your heart do funny things.

He tries to mush his sugary face into yours, and you squeal, holding him off with a hand pressed against his chest, feeling something beneath his shirt. You stop, fingers wandering curiously over his pecs, feeling the strange textured ridges with your fingertips before you feel his heavy gaze on you, watching you.

You pull your hand back, clearing your throat.

“Sorry,” you sheepishly look up at him, trying at a half smile.

He catches your hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss those same finger tips, rubbing them along his lips.

“Don’t ever apologize about being curious with me,” he tells you, giving your a knuckles a charming kiss.

You feel a blush prick at your cheeks from the sweetness of his statement, and you roll your eyes at him before slapping a napkin on his face.

“Cute ass…” you mutter, and he chuckles, wiping his face clean of the sticky substance.

You walk off towards the bathroom, feeling his hand wrap around your shoulders and pull you close, surprising you and making you stutter in your steps. You feel the warmth of his embrace and the subtle scent of his body wash, and for the first time ever you hug him back, wrapping your arms around his waist.

You’d never done this “cuddling” thing before, but here, wrapped in his arms, you’d never felt a feeling so… nice.

Sitting on the edge of the tub, you twirl a curl around your finger as you sit and reminisce, a lazy smile forming on your lips.

You were so in love, and boy, it showed. You were ready to take that love to the next level, too, but first: some maintenance.

You lean over and open the bottom drawer of your sink cabinet, reaching in to collect the small black case that held your electric razor.

You place it on the counter, unzipping the pouch and pulling out the necessary items; the razor, the one inch guide, and the small cleaning brush for after you finished.

Erik was currently at the gym with a few of his buddies, so it gave you the perfect amount of time to give yourself a quick shave before hopping in the shower and throwing on the brand new Fenty lingerie that’d just arrived in the mail yesterday.

You were tired of waiting and you were ready to blow Erik’s mind and seduce him into ravaging you the way you wanted him to. The way you needed him to. You were no delicate little flower, and you wanted him to know that.

You shimmy out of your shorts and panties, stepping out of the garments pooled around your feet and grabbing up the razor.

You click the guide in place, double checking to make sure its secure, and you step into the tub, lifting your foot up to prop it on the edge of the pretty white acrylic bath.

You make a quick few swipes on your phone to play one of your Spotify alternative rock playlists and turn on the razor, the music helping drown out the incessant buzzing.

You get down to work, opening your legs wide and spreading and pulling your lower lips taut to help you get the right angle. You hum along to the lyrics of Pierce The Veil’s ‘Hold On Till May’, letting the somber music dull your senses and help you to concentrate.

You were halfway done with one side when you hear the click of the door latch, Erik’s voice following close behind.

“Hey baby, have you seen the Epsom sal-”

You shriek in surprise, your hands flying up to your mouth, the razor falling from your grip and clattering against the bottom of the tub, sliding against the sides before settling in the middle.

Erik’s eyes go wide and his voice is caught in his throat, his eyes zeroed in at your half shaven mound, mouth stuck in a wide “O”.

Your hands fly down to your lady parts to cover yourself, your ears hot and burning.

“Don’t you knock anymore?! Get the hell out!” you scream at him, your voice wavering. You swear you could cry right now. Why God? Why did you have to be so cruel?

Erik doesn’t budge, and for what feels like hours you both just stand there, looking at each other, with nothing but the sound of soft rock and the continuous rattle of the razor still dancing against the tub floor.

Erik finally comes to his senses and he blinks his eyes a couple times, turning away to give you some privacy, still saying nothing.

You grab the shower curtain and close it, turning to bend down and grab the razor, finally turning it off.

“What the fuck bruh? Why it take you so fucking long to turn around?” you yell at him, and the aggressiveness in your voice helps to mask the tears that threaten the corners of your eyes that were making you sound a little choked up.

You don’t mean to be talking at him like he was just anybody, but you were angry and embarrassed, again, and you felt humiliated.

You grab a wash cloth from of the shower rack and turn on the tub faucet, rinsing it and your body clean of the pubic hair that peppered it.

Erik was still in the corner facing the wall silently, and you could see him fidgeting nervously with something in from of him.

You finish up and pull down one of the towels hung over the rail, wrapping it around your bottom half.

Opening the shower curtain you step back out, digging your toes into the rug and wiping them off. Erik finally turns around to look at you, his mouth back in working condition.

“I’m sorry Y/N - I didn’t mean to - you didn’t cut yourself, did you? I - I was just tryna…”

“It’s alright, Erik,” you say annoyed, rolling your eyes. Your irritation had subsided a bit after your mini shower, and you felt a lot better now that you were covered up a little.

You reach down to collect your shorts and underwear, ready to put them back on again when Erik stops you, pushing your hands away with one of his own.

It’s then that you realize now that his hand was no longer in front of his waist that he had a massive hard on, one that he was failing to cover up with the remaining hand.

“Are… are you hard right now?” you ask him, your mind completely blown.

You were not expecting that. At all.

“I um…” he chuckles nervously, rubbing at the back of his head, staring at the floor.

“I didn’t meant to, you just…” his eyes trails up to fixate on the skin of your exposed calves, lingering there for a moment as he tries to collect his thoughts.

He clears his throat, trying again.

“You just looked so fucking good…” he whispers out the last few words “… and I wasn’t expecting it,” his voice gets a little louder again, “ and then you got mad and you started yelling, and then it really started to just…” he gestured to his third appendage between his legs, voice trailing off in bashfulness.

You can see his dimples start to show as he smiles a little in embarrassment, eyes finally meeting yours. “I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He takes a deep breath, blowing it out before finishing his little confession. “You’re just so goddamn sexy to me.” His gaze slowly moves from your feet all the way up to your face, admiring your frame, and he can’t help but lick his lips at the sight.

You stand there with the towel wrapped around your waist, head tilted as you study Erik in disbelief. He must’ve really been feeling the effects of this week just as much as you were if this was his response to walking in on you shaving your cat.

Once again, Erik Stevens had managed to turn what you thought was a mortifying experience into something so… normal. And, in this case: sexy.

You decide not to waste any time and use this moment to your advantage. You were still horny, after all.

Biting the inside of your cheek, your mouth turns up into an adorable little mischievous smile, one that Erik can always spot from a mile away.

“You think I’m sexy, Stevens?” you tease him, arching an eyebrow.

He bites his lip, taking a lazy step in your direction as he looks down at the floor, shrugging.

“Yeah, you cute or whateva I guess,” he says nonchalantly, and you laugh, punching him in the shoulder and making him chuckle.

“Nah, you think I’m gorgeous, you want to hug me,” you start dancing around him in a circle in a silly manner, quoting Gracie Hart from Miss Congeniality. “You want to love me, you want to smooch me,” you keep on singing, and Erik’s eyes crinkle in the corners at your cute ass childish antics, grabbing your waist from behind and pulling you into him.

He puts his head on your shoulder, smushing sloppy kisses into your cheek as he rocks your bodies back and forth, groaning into your skin.

“Mm… I wanna do allll of that,” he mutters, pulling at the knot in the towel, “and so much more…”

You’re focused on his lips nibbling away at your skin, but when the cold air hits your lower portion you yelp, grabbing at the towel and wrapping yourself back up tightly.

“Wait! Right now?” you remember the semi mullet situation you had going on down south due to being so rudely interrupted, and your eyes go wide. “Like, right now right now?!” No way were you letting him see that. Well, not again, at least.

“Girl, don’t act like you ain’t been tryna drop hints at me since Thursday. I be seeing them short ass skirts and shit you be wearing when we go out, showing off them sexy ass legs in them fishnets. Lucky I don’t spank that ass for showing off like that,” he bites at your neck.

You laugh flippantly at his threat, pushing him off you.

“Boy, bye. If I wanna prance around in short ass skirts in public then I’mma prance around in short ass skirts in public and ain’t shit you can do about it. Try again.”

You shut him down quick. You’d be damned if this nigga was gonna try to interfere with your dress game, especially after you’d finally been able to find the perfect skater skirts and dresses that actually covered your ass and looked flattering. Plus, summer just started, and you were not about to go back to wearing jeans and sweatpants in this heat.

He takes note of your response, storing it in the back of his mind for later. It might not be today, but he was going to teach you about showing that ass of yours, his ass, off to other people. He’d make sure it’d be a lesson you never forget.

“Uh-huh. Keep that same energy,” is the only comment he makes on the subject, and he walks over to the toilet seat, flipping the top down and sitting on it, patiently waiting.

“Soo, wassup? Why you so shy all of a sudden, little Miss Vixen,” he bites his tongue at that, grinning snidely at you.

“By the way, ya Fenty Lingerie came in the mail yesterday. Very sexy, I might add,” he winks at you, and your jaw drops.

Dammit! That was supposed to be a surprise! It was impossible trying to hide things from this nigga, even in your own goddamn apartment.

You point a finger at him, eyes narrowed. “You gon learn to stop going through my shit, dammit.”

He points a finger right back, eyeing you with warning. “And you gon learn to watch that tone when you speaking to me, Y/N. Not my fault you be leaving your laptop open on the couch.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms and propping yourself on the wall by the door.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Are you done now? Can you leave?” You were about done with his witty little comments right about now.

You’d been busted in on, had your surprise ruined, and now you were being scolded like a child.

This was not part of the sexy seduction night you had in mind, and at this point you were ready to just finish shaving, take a long, hot shower and snuggle up in your bed with your favorite onesie on. (You may or may not have also planned to lay all up under Erik as well, but you’d get to that later.)

You turn the knob and open up the door, gesturing with a head nod to help drive the point home. He sighs, getting up and stretching him arms high above his head, groaning loudly and making an exaggerated show out of it.

You smack your gums, rolling your eyes at his extra ass, but when they come back around they land on the small bit of exposed skin right below his navel that you can see peeking out. Your eyes linger on the little round scars decorating the pretty brown skin of his happy trail, and you tuck your bottom lip into your mouth as you think about what lies beneath the Calvin Klein waistband on his hips.

“See something you like, princess?” You’re ripped from your thoughts, and you clear your throat as you make eye contact with him, seeing that smile up on his lips. You can only imagine the thirsty ass look you just had on your face, and you internally groan.

“Im ready to see the walls of my shower, Erik. Now bye.”

He slowly makes his way on over to the door, accepting his dismissal. Right as he reaches it, instead of walking out, he closes it.

“Yo what the f-“ he covers your mouth with his hand before you can finish, pressing you back against the wall, and he leans down, his face close to yours.

“You been talkin to me real fucking reckless ever since I stepped foot in this bathroom, lil girl. All that sexual frustration got you feelin real bold, huh?”

You can hear your hard breaths against his hand, and they grow rapid as he leans closer, putting his face centimeters from yours. You nod your head vigorously in answer, not wanting to chance it.

“Mhm. That’s what I fucking thought. It’s alright tho babygirl, cuz Daddy gon take care of you real quick. Lift up your arms.”

You do as he says, holding both your arms up above your head and flat against the wall. He removes his palm against your mouth and reaches up to grab both your wrists in a tight firm grip, locking you in place.

He looks down between the two of you to the towel still covering you, and he takes his other hand and hooks a finger into it, tugging it loose.

It’s then that you notice that he also has the razor in his hand, and your eyes glance over to the spot where you left it on the counter, only to see it bare.

The towel falls at your feet, and now you’re naked from the waist down, Erik’s eyes drinking everything in.

He hikes one of your legs up, wrapping it around his waist.

“Keep it there.”

Taking the razor, he starts grazing the teeth of the guide against the inside of your thigh, careful not to press down too hard. The sensation is rough and scratch-like, but it sparks something in your center, and you start to squirm a little at the tickling feeling.

He makes long soft scraping motions, starting at the junction at your pelvis and dragging the razor down the length of your thigh. Your back arches and your thigh shakes a little bit, almost faltering.

You gasp at the slip up, looking up at Erik only to find his eyes already peering into yours.

“Every time it falls, you get another one.” Is all he says.

“What?” The razor clicks on, and your head immediately snaps down to the buzzing device. He flips it around in his palm, the razored edge facing him and the rounded tip of the other end pointing towards you.

He puts it to your navel and your belly jumps at the sensation, and he starts to rub it up and down, teasing your sensitive skin with the vibration. He travels his way down to your mound, letting it run over your already dampened lips and cover the black plastic in your slick.

Its right below your clit and you can feel the buzzing ghosting over you, and you try to grind your hips up at an angle to catch it.

Click. He turns it off and you whimper, the sound sounding sad and pathetic in your ears.

“Stay still. I’m not saying it again.” He eyes you for a few seconds, waiting for you to put up a fight, and when you don’t he turns the razor back on and places it back on your lips, this time right above your clit.

You can feel the vibrations through your lips, and you let out a shuddering moan, watching in awe at Erik’s movements. He draws the end of the razor up and down, making small circles to tease you. Your legs want desperately to jerk and shake, but you hold it together, tensing the muscles in your abdomen to try and keep yourself still.

He finally parts your lips with his fingers and lets the rounded end make contact with your clit, and you groan, the guttural sound getting caught in your throat.

It felt amazing. It wasn’t exactly the same as the toys you had in the back of your closet, but there was something so risky and exciting about it all.

Not only was he finally touching you again, he was borderline fucking you with the back of an electric razor. The man was a Certified Freak ™, and it only made you grow more wet thinking about all the risqué scenarios you were no doubt going to find yourself in with him in the future.

The sensitivity on your clit was reaching its peak and you turn your head to the side and scream into your arm, teeth clamping down on your skin to try and keep quiet.

Erik bends down and bites your exposed neck, sucking harsh bruises underneath your jaw.

“You wanted some attention and now I’m giving it to you, what’s the problem baby girl?” He whispers into your ear, grazing the shell of it with his teeth that sends a shiver down your back before attacking your neck again.

He grinds the end of the razor harder into the hood of your clit, and your head falls back, a single tear trailing down your face. You were so ready to explode all over the place, but you didn’t trust your legs not to give out once you did.

“Daddyyyyy,” you whimper in between hisses of breath, “I can’t- fuck- I’m gonna fuckin cum fuckkk,” you drag a ragged breath into your lungs, and Erik licks the tear from your cheek, kissing you there.

You gasp for air, trying again. “Imna fall… c-can’t hold my legs, Daddy, pleaseee.” You turn your head to face him and he comes up for air from your neck, and you can already feel the soreness of the no doubt dark purple spot he’s left behind.

“You gonna cum?” He presses his face into yours, his lips smothering yours in a sloppy wet kiss. “Huh?”

“Yesyesyes,” you mutter back, pecking small forgiving kisses wherever you could. Another rush of pleasure takes over you, and you can only stand there and wail as you try and keep a grasp on the remainder of your self control.

He lets go of his hold on your arms above your head and they fall to your sides, feeling like dead weight. He grabs your jaw hard and speaks into your mouth.

“You done talking to me crazy then? And wearing short ass shit out the house like you fuckin grown? Huh?”

“Yes Daddy shittt, I’ll be good from now on I promise!” Even in your barely lucid state you had absolutely no intention of actually following through with that last part, but you’d deal with the consequences later. Right now you needed this nut, or you were sure you’d break down and cry.

“Come on and cum then. Cum for Daddy Y/N.” He drops your face and holds up the legs you’d miraculously kept from slipping, and you grab on to his t-shirt with your fingers, burying your face into his chest as you let your orgasm take over you.

You entire body shakes from the force of it, and Erik keeps you pressed back against the wall to prevent you from pushing too hard and making him cut himself on the whirring blades.

You stay stuck against the wall for about three minutes, your muscles aching as your pussy empties itself of all your liquids, dripping down both your and Erik’s legs.

While you can still hear the buzzing noise you can’t feel it anymore, your clit numb from being worked so hard. He clicks it off, reaching behind him and letting it slide down into the sink.

He cleans his fingers of your juices, making nasty smacking noises as he enjoys your flavor. When he finishes, he grabs up your other leg, pulling your lifeless body from the wall and carrying you out of the bathroom to lay down with you on the bed.

He lets himself fall back gently onto the mattress, rubbing circles into your back as you curl up on top of him, nuzzling your nose into his chest and breathing in his cologne - a favorite of yours- that he always wore for you.

Both of you lie there for a few moments in silence, letting each other soak in the eroticism of what just happened.

He peeks down at you, seeing nothing but frizzy rogue curls and the rise and fall of your back from your labored breathing.

He lets his head rest back and looks up at the ceiling, smiling to himself like a total idiot.

God. You had him wrapped right around your little finger, and there was nothing he could do about it. Hell, he didn’t want to do anything about it. He was yours. Utterly and entirely, and there wasn’t a single place he’d rather be than right here, with you.

“Your little ass got me sprung, you know that?” He chuckles, mostly to himself, and you stir underneath him as his hand still rubs your back. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, girl.”

A few seconds go by with no response, and he looks back down at you to see if you heard him.

“Y/N-” “KKCCCCAAAAAUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHH” your chainsaw like snore rips right through his sentence, and it’s so loud and sudden he almost bursts into laughter, and he clamps a hand over his mouth to keep it together.

Yeah. He was yours. All yours.

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Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Softboi! Erik if you squint, Daddy!Kink

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