#thank goodness the subs came after i finished the first 3 gifs :')))

[vermithorn]

* WANTED U

pairing: aegon ii targaryen x fem!stark!reader

summary: aegon misbehaving, you’re done with him... or are you?

contains: angst, name calling, drinking, aegon being shitty, toxic relationship, reader being mean too hehe, sub/dom undertones.

author’s note: hello! this is a mix between two requests i got, the first one was “reader first discovering the soft subby side of aegon” ,,, i took some liberties with this one,,, and the other one was “the reader giving aegon the silence treatment” so yknow what your aegon lover had to do…, ! pls enjoy and remember english isn't my first language ! <; 3

aegon woke up with the worst hangover of his 20 years of life.

his name-day celebrations were last night, and he drank everything until he forgot everyone.

king viserys was very ill to attend the celebrations, so he made sure this one was the very best for his firstborn son.

aegon stirred in his bed, it was too big for him but the number of women he could keep there was high, so he was happy with it. it was probably past midday and no one bothered to wake up aegon, maybe his mother came to her senses and let him sleep more after his nameday.

he remembered a few things, finishing the day with queen alicent screaming at him for some reason he couldn’t remember correctly. meh, he brushed it off, his mother always reprimanded him for little things so he was used to it.

he called servant to get himself cleaned and dressed, the servant stuttered that it was not past midday and he was required to go and have lunch with his family as soon as possible.

on his way to eat, he tried to piece together his memories from last night. everything looked like a blur, he remembered clearly when he started drinking on the main table and then the memories faded away, they came back to his mother screaming and dragging him to his chambers with ser criston cole carrying him on his shoulder.

he stepped on the room and everyone who were chatting happily went quiet, damn, he sighed as he made his way to his seat next to his betrothed, you.

he tried to greet you but you gave him the cold shoulder causing him to frown, you continued eating your meal in silence occasionally chatting with helaena who was sitting next to you.

okay, that behavior from you wasn't that weird, but usually you were polite and even friendly with him. he couldn't recall why you were acting like that.

“nice for you to finally join us, brother.” aegon rolled his eyes as he smiled sarcastically at his younger brother.

“only my baby brother missed me, apparently my betrothed can't relate too much.” you turned around slowly to glare at him, you scoffed as you stood up.

“excuse me, i have some matters to attend right now, thank you for the meal.” you said and left without looking back, he groaned, it was too early for all of this.

queen alicent was staring angrily at him, “why can't you be a good man for once? don't you think it was enough of your words yesterday?”

“enlighten me, mother?”

as queen alicent listed things, one by one, aegon started slowly to remember last night, pin pointing exactly what happened with you.

it was probably his four cup of rum, his favorite. you were sitting by his side as you drank from your little cup, he tried to persuade you to get a cup as big as his but you shook your head, saying how your glass was perfectly fine.

he rolled his eyes as he ordered someone to get him more alcohol, he saw you make a face as his request and decided to confront you. “do you have a problem, love?”

“no, my prince,” you brushed it off sipping from your cup, he frowned and looked away.

a few moments later he decided he wanted to dance, so everyone had to indulge him and dance with him. he swayed around between maidens and ladies of the court who were totally obligated to yield to him as you watched from afar.

it was getting late, and aegon got drunker than ever, it was his nameday after all and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. you watched everything unfold from your seat at the main table.

he started getting handsy with a girl, and she was getting handsy too in return, also as drunk as your betrothed. you stared at him, considering carefully your options, you decided that you had enough and walked towards him quickly.

you grabbed his shoulder, separating him from the girl, “my prince, it's time to leave.” he looked absolutely wasted, staring at you with anger in his eyes.

“leave me alone.” he stated, turning around to return to his endeavors.

you scowled at him defiantly, “no, you heard me, prince aegon.”

“who the fuck do you think you are?” he fully turned towards you, towering you bitterly hostile.

“your betrothed.”

“of course, you love to remind me that every fucking day,” the girl left scared, you stood there unamused. “you're nothing to me more than a cunt to eat when i'm bored and a thing to bear my heirs, please remember that when trying to get me to do something, now get the fuck out of my sight.”

the next thing he knew, he was being carried to his chambers by ser criston cole. his mother screaming things at him, about how he could never treat you like that again, to think about their relationship with the north depended on your marriage with him and how they could not afford that at all.

his head hit the pillows on the bed and he was dead sleep.

oh, oh. it all came back like a punch in the face.

“now you remember, brother?” aemond smirked at him, “i can't believe lady stark didn't hit you in the face right there, i admire her composure.”

he excused himself to his chambers, without touching his food at all. he locked himself there, without caring about the preoccupied knocks from his sister and mocks from his brother. he felt guilty, he didn't thought about you like that at all, you were kind and friendly with him, even when he was annoying and borderline disturbing.

he was in a weird state of mind, queen alicent berating him in any way she could, his grandfather the hand of the king, being the same or maybe worst than his mother. he wasn't good enough for anyone, everyone wanted more of him than he could give.

his name-day was for him, to get drunk and forget everything for a good solid minute, but apparently that wasn't possible.

you didn't deserve that treatment, you were only trying to take care of him and he treated you like trash. you deserved better than a drunk like him.

he waited a few hours to head down to your designated chambers, knocking on your door softly.

“wait!” you rushed to the door, expecting everyone except prince aegon, your face falling at the sight of him leaning on your doorframe. “prince aegon, what do you need?” you said politely, but with a stoic face.

“i wanted to talk with you,” shit, this was harder than he thought. “i actually wanted to apologize.” you sighed as you moved to the side to let him into your chambers, closing the door behind you.

he sat carefully into your bed, making himself comfortable under your rigid gaze. he looked at you with caution, afraid you'll run away from him like the others, like his family always did.

“first, i want to say that i am sorry for my behavior last night, you were only trying to take care of me and i was distasteful to say the least.” you nodded, encouraging him to continue. “second, i wanted you to now that i do not think that, i mean, about what i said last night.”

“about how i am nothing to you? or the cunt and womb part of your little pathetic speech?” he winced, looking away from your stoic face.

he expected to you to break, shed some tears, sob, anything. but you stood there, with your arms crossed and that unbreakable aura you always had, that typical northmen thing common-folk talked about sometimes.

“i do not care, prince aegon,” he looked back at you, your eyes hard on him, “we are to get married, this is not a love bond, this is a political alliance between our houses.”

“then why you were trying to get me to leave yesterday if you don't care?” he quickly counter asked, regretting it instantly by the way you stared down at him.

“maybe i don't want people in the court talking how my betrothed is fucking other girls in front of me.” you said exposing your possessive tone, he shivered.

“you do care, then.” you took a step towards him, towering him like he did the night before.

“what if i care, you made sure to let me know what you think of me yesterday,” you spat, “to me you're nothing more than a pathetic drunk whore.”

his eyes watered at how could you think so little of him, feeling hypocritical of his own thoughts. you grabbed his jaw to make him look at you, “so if you want this relationship to work, you need to start respecting me, or i'll go home and come back with the whole north behind my back.”

he nodded the best he could with your grip on his jaw, sobbing slightly. you tilted your head, cleaning a few tears that went down his face with your other hand.

“i am sorry, l-love,” he stuttered, “i know you don't care about my apology but i am sorry.” you nodded, your features softening at the sight of the prince sobbing on your hand, you loosened your grip on his jaw and placed your hand on the side of his face.

“why are you crying, my prince?” he exhaled, closing his eyes while leaning on your hand.

“i don't want to be like this anymore,” he opened his eyes slowly to see you looking down at him, eyes soft. “all my life my mother has put her life goals on me, i don't want to be what she wants me to be, she never lets me be my own person so i always do this, to get her attention sometimes, maybe even my father could-”

you interrupted him, “okay, i think i get it now.”

you looked at him, his face soft against your hand, he was slightly hiccuping and it was the first time he shared his personal thoughts with you. the pieces of his behavior were slowly connecting in your head, he just wanted to be reassured, he wanted to be good enough for his family.

you couldn't excuse his behavior, but you started to get it. he was soon to become your husband, so you decided you'll do your very best to get him in the right path.

“you could start talking to me, normally.” you stated, he nodded quickly.

“i like being choked and praised,” you raised your eyebrows. “that is not normal enough?”

it was okay, it was a start, you decided to indulge him, “what else, my prince?” you said caressing his face.

“i usually require to be told i am a good boy.” he nodded enthusiastically.

your grip on his jaw hardened, he gasped, “are you, though? i'll need you in your very best behavior for me.”

his eyes lit up, “i'll do my best for you, love.”

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[jokersfangirl84]

Words Get in the Way

A Frankie Morales x F! Reader Fic

Chapter Three

Pairing: Francisco "Catfish" Morales x F! Reader

Summary: Four weeks have passed since Frankie came back to your place and made love to you for the first time after you both confessed your true love for one another, becoming more than friends. Afterwards he was called out for a mission to Colombia which was supposed to have only lasted a few days. You haven't heard from him in hours on the day he's scheduled to come home and you begin to think he's not returning. He introduces you to some interesting bedroom escapades you have never before experienced, and unveils some of his own personal kinks he'd been hiding for years. He has also brought you a rather unorthodox gift...with an unusual proposition...

Word Count: 5800+

Warnings/Ratings: M-Explicit! SMUT! SMUT! SMUT! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Nothing But smut!! Hooooooooo boy. I went out of control on this one. There are full descriptions of PIV Sex, unprotected sex (although I do strongly suggest wrapping it up), multiple orgasms, vaginal/anal fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), shower sex, sex against the wall, doggy style sex, hair pulling, spanking, rough sex (nothing too intense), kissing, touching, masturbation, dom/sub dynamic, dirty talk, vulgarity, profanity, TONS of F-bombs with which I may have gone overboard, several mentions of cock, pussy, ass. Mentions of possible past trauma. There are sprinkles of sweetness, worry, love, doing anything for the person with whom you're in love. Characters call each other "Baby" and "My Love" many times throughout.

Author's Notes: OH MY GOD. YALL. I have done a VERY bad thing. I should be ashamed. This is the dirtiest, sleaziest, horniest, smuttiest, filthiest thing I have ever written in my entire life. This makes Chapter 2 look very tame. Frankie is a very naughty, filthy boy in this. He hasn't seen his girl in weeks so he is feeling rather.....*ahem*....anxious. I can't believe I wrote this. I basically didn't hold back & let it all out & poured my heart and soul into it. This took me three months to finish because I kept doubting it would be any good. I kept getting in my feels; not only from the content itself but from being unable to convince myself I was any good at writing. I didn't think I ever would get it completed & almost gave up but I knew that wasn't an option. I really enjoyed writing this once I got in the groove & stopped overthinking everything. I want to thank all my wonderful friends for their encouragement & to all the incredibly talented writers out there whose material I turned to for inspiration and motivation. Y'all are amazing! I hope you enjoy this and hope it makes you feel the things you want to feel. Happy reading! Thank you for all your support!

Side Note: there's an unexpected twist! Not gonna say where but it's in there!

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(Reader's POV)

You stood in the shower letting the steaming water flow carelessly over you, resisting the impulse to have an emotional breakdown. There'd been no contact from Frankie since he last texted you saying his plane landed, his luggage was located, and he was on his way. That was four hours ago. You called him repeatedly; straight to voicemail each time. No replies to your frequent "where are you?" "are you okay?" texts to him. You even contacted Pope, Redfly, Ironhead, and Benny asking about his whereabouts. No one had heard from him since deboarding the plane and going their separate ways. Panic began settling in. Sinister thoughts crowded your mind:

He isn't returning to you. He has changed his mind. He has taken Erica back or found someone else. He made love to you, gave you what you wanted, and now he has nothing to do with you. 

You shook your head, silently telling yourself not to think that way. Frankie would never treat you in such a manner. He is not that person. He has always been there for you. He meant every word he said when he told you he loves you. 

You still wondered where the hell he was, and why he wasn't replying to you. Maybe he stopped to get a bite to eat and left his phone in the car. Maybe he decided to go to his place first for a nap and forgot to set an alarm. Convincing yourself these were plausible reasons for his absence helped you push the negative thoughts aside. You continued scrubbing the sweat and grime off your body accumulated from cooking dinner and cleaning your apartment all day, preparing for Frankie's arrival. You haven't seen him in four weeks and you needed to get a shower in before he showed up. 

(Frankie's POV)

Frankie arrived at your apartment fifteen minutes after your shower started. He let himself in, setting his black duffel bag on the sofa. Your apartment smelled like fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies, his favorite. A full two dozen waited for him on the stove. Sitting on the counter was a crockpot full of boiling homemade stew. The rumbling hunger in his stomach intensified. He hadn't eaten much all day, only the unsatisfactory meals on the plane. He couldn't wait to get to your place knowing you'd have something fantastic prepared for him. 

"I'm here, Baby. Where's my girl?"  You were nowhere to be found. Not in the living room, not in the kitchen. He could hear music coming from the bathroom down the hall, hear the faint roar of the shower running, see steam clouds seeping through the barely cracked-open door, smell your floral body wash. He pushed it open wider, peeking inside.

"Baby, it's me."  No reply. You were too busy singing along to your favorite tune to hear him. He stiffened against his jeans when he heard your angelic voice; saw your nude silhouette behind the glass door. The idea of surprising you and making you scream the way he did on the sofa a few weeks ago popped into his mind. His brain constantly replayed the events of that night. He loved the sounds he was able to coax out of you as he fucked you for the first time after years of longing. Loved how his name rolled off your tongue, how your nails felt digging into his skin, how your worlds collided when you confessed your true feelings for each other. He could still feel you clenching around him as he made you cum. God, he wanted-no, needed more of this. He needed you.

Knowing how much you disliked having your personal space invaded made him change his mind about joining you. He closed the door and made his way back to the living room, making a pit stop in the kitchen to grab a few cookies, consuming them in seconds. He made himself comfortable in the recliner, closed his eyes, pulled his cap down, hands resting on his belly, fingers interlocked. His body felt limp with exhaustion, in great need of rest. He was beyond relieved to be back in the States. This extra-long trip to Colombia had  been a nightmare. The mission was only scheduled to have lasted three days. Plans went astray in every possible way: flights were delayed, vehicles broke down, the group received inadequate pay (even after being promised a much larger sum; the main reason the job was taken), desperate measures were executed by the guys during an ambush.

Your soothing singing, the only noise filling the entire dwelling, urged him to fall asleep. Images of what you looked like in the shower appeared behind his eyelids; the soapy water trailing down your body, over your breasts and erect nipples, down your stomach, between your thighs as you glided your favorite loofah over your skin. Your soft, delicate hands massaging their way through your hair. You pleasuring yourself with the hand-held shower nozzle while thinking of him....his name on your lips...begging to be fucked....

He began sleepily palming himself through his pants. He wondered how much time you had left in the shower. You were notorious for making them last longer than necessary. He opened his belt and zipper and wrapped a hand around his already-hard cock, flicking his index finger over his leaking tip, giving himself a couple of languid strokes, almost in a deep sleep. The more he pictured you being wet, naked, and vulnerable, the faster his strokes became. He was on the verge of climaxing when his eyes shot open, coming to a realization. 

Wait a minute. Why the fuck am I doing this? There is someone who can take care of your needs...and she's only a few feet away…

He climbed out of the recliner and made his way to the bathroom. Fuck it. He was going to join you whether you liked it or not.

(Reader's POV)

You were rinsing the shampoo out of your hair when you thought you felt an unusual cool breeze behind you. You shrugged it off, knowing the shower door had a tendency to slide open a little on its own. The feel of large, familiar masculine hands on your shoulders startled you; soft fingertips pushing your hair aside allowing luscious lips to kiss the back of your neck. You turned around and saw Frankie standing in the shower with you, his lips slightly parted, a few water droplets mapping his bare chest. His cock big and swollen, in need of attention. 

"Hi, Baby." He grinned. "Stop ogling me. I need to kiss you now."

You didn't realize your head was cocked to one side, and you were smiling. "I'm not ogling you, My Love. I'd call it...admiring the craftsmanship."  

He snorted, running both hands through his misty hair. "Craftsmanship, huh? Since you put it that way, I'll let you look a little longer."

You took a moment to admire him, your eyes slowly following his physique from head to toe. Damn, what a sight he is. His lean, virile 5'11" frame was held up by strong legs, long torso, wide shoulders, and most glorious neck. His hair is just past regulation length, unruly strands tickling his eyes. The subtle thickness of his waistline and uneven beard - perfect imperfections - making your heart swell with even more love for him. He's the most beautiful man  you've ever seen. The kind of man you want to touch constantly but are afraid to do so; he's such an immaculate, delicate work of art. 

You noticed he had a fresh, deep six-inch long scar on his left pectoral near his collarbone.  You stepped closer to him, placing your fingertips next to the scar.

 "Frankie!  What is this?!" You tried to conceal the worry in your voice. "Did this happen on the mission? What happened?" 

A plethora of scars decorated his chest, abdomen, arms, even on his hands. Cuts, scratches, and bruises of various shapes and sizes. This particular wound, however, looked recently inflicted, like it came from a blade.

"Don't worry about it" was his sharp response. He put his hands up in front of him. "Trust me, it's nothing major. A little mishap is all it is."

"Is every scar you have a mishap? Are they from.....her? What are you not telling me?"

You knew mentioning Erica would strike a nerve in him. You weren't intending to be crude; only genuinely concerned about what he'd been through, who or what had hurt him. He had mentioned nothing to you about being injured. There was evident pain behind his eyes.

He tensed up. Jaw clenched. Hands on hips. He licked his lips and swallowed hard. 

"Baby, please. Don't. Now is not the time."

You put your hands on his face pushing his long bangs away from his eyes. His cheeks were red hot; it wasn't from the water temperature. "It's not my objective to trigger you, My Love. I'm just cur-"

"-I said drop it." His voice had become low and minatory. "I never discuss my scars with anyone, including you."

His words stung a little. You hung your head, your eyes now giving the floor attention. This is the man you love, your best friend. You want to know everything about him. Want him to feel comfortable pouring his heart out to you and tell you all his deepest, darkest secrets without judgment. As long as you've known him you knew he was never one to discuss feelings. You hoped being in an actual relationship with him would make him feel like an open book. 

Frankie put a finger under your chin, lifting your gaze back to him. "I'm sorry, Baby. I didn't mean to snap at you."  His voice returned its softness. "Believe me, I want to tell you about my scars as much as you want to know about them. I will. I promise. The time will come." 

You nodded and smiled. "Yes, My Love. Understood."

"Please can I kiss you now?" His eyes bolted from your eyes to your lips. "Those lips are looking awfully lonely."

You laughed. "You don't have to ask." 

Frankie gently pushed you up against the shower wall, enveloping your mouth in a passionate, desirous kiss. His hands were on your breasts, thumbs flicking across your nipples, fingers massaging the soft flesh. You both were now directly under the shower head, the warm water cascading down your faces, mixing with your lips and tongues. Ripples flooded your body when you felt his hard tip pressed against you, making you yearn for him even more.

"I missed you", he said between kisses. "I know I should've been here earlier. Fuckin' truck wouldn't start after I finally located it in the parking lot. Took me an hour to find someone to give me a boost." 

You ran your hands through his hair.  "I missed you too, My Love. I tried calling you several times. Every time you didn't answer I kept thinking something terrible happened to you."

His face was now in your neck. "I'm sorry, Baby. Besides my truck issues, I lost my damn charger at the airport. Couldn't find a replacement. Then the fuckin' phone died as soon as I hit the interstate." The irritation in his voice was apparent. 

"My goodness, Love. Sounds like you've had a hell of a day. Let me give you what you need." You lifted one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist, moving your body closer to his trying to maneuver him inside of you.  He pushed your leg down, laughing. "Needy little thing aren't you! But not yet, Baby. There's something else I'd like to do to you first." 

You looked up at him, pouting and whimpering. He smirked, waving his index finger in front of your face and shaking his head. "No, none of that. We need to establish some rules. You must be a good girl, or you'll get nothing."

You raised an eyebrow. A faint, imperceptible smile overtook your lips. "Ooooh, rules, Frankie? To make sure I'm a good girl for you? I thought you liked my neediness."

His smirk grew wider. "Of course I do, Baby. But patience is a must. Good, obedient girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished."

You shot him a deer-in-the-headlights look. "Punished? How? Frankie, what the hell are you talking about?"

He winked at you. "No time for explanations now. You'll find out later."

Before you could ask any more questions he dropped to his knees, pressing his hands on the inside of your thighs, pushing them further apart. His face was now inches from your pussy. You gasped when you realized what he had in mind. 

"No! Not that!"  You tried to push his head away. He looked up at you, brow furrowed. "No? Why not? If memory serves me correctly, didn't  you say last time I was here you wanted us to do everything?"  His expression relaxed, eyes full of concern. "Or...wait- is this not something you like?"

You  turned away from his gaze, blushing. "I...actually- no one has ever performed it on me."  

You felt ashamed for admitting to someone who sets your soul alight as much as Frankie does that you'd never had a man taste you.

He grinned, the darkness of his eyes deepening. "Is that so?  Hmmm...." He rubbed his chin, one hand still on the inside of your thigh.  "You know what I think?  I think that's because you've never had a real man, Baby. All the guys you've dated are pussies. Pussies who don't eat pussy." 

You giggled. He's such a smartass. But he wasn't wrong. None of your past relationships ever cared about pleasing you. It was always about what they wanted: pounding into you uncomfortably, flopping on top of you like a fish, climaxing within minutes and leaving you unsatisfied, unfulfilled. Frankie Morales was the complete opposite. He made you feel like your needs, your satisfaction, was more important than his own; as if his main goal was to take care of you. He was patient. He made you feel wanted.

"I've been thinkin' about this sweet pussy all day. Gotta taste it. Please, Baby, can I?" Rivers of shower water snaked their way down his face flattening his thick locks. His eyes still connected with yours. 

Those damn puppy dog eyes.

He was quite aware of your inability to resist them; they made you absolutely weak. You nodded anxiously, realizing how foolish it was to deny him anything. Especially anything sexual. "Yes", you breathed. "Yes, My Love, please!"

Frankie spread your  folds with two fingers, licking his lips. God, you were glistening. "Fuckin' look at that, would you. So prompt and prepared. So wet for me. Exactly how I like my girl to be."  He circled his tongue around your clit -just once- before licking the inside of your folds, furiously lapping up your trickling arousal. Two fingers from his other hand pushed inside of you, curling, bending. You threw your hands into his hair letting out a long, plaintive whine.

"Fuckin' delicious," he breathed, not looking up. He took his fingers out, put them in his mouth, and inserted them back inside you. He moved them in and out while endlessly flicking his tongue across your clit, making you whine louder.  He took his fingers out once more, but instead of putting them in his mouth, he put them in yours. 

"Taste it," he demanded, moving them around the circumference of your mouth, now looking up at you. "Taste how sweet you are."

You followed orders, both hands gripping his forearm and wrist, wrapping your lips around his fingers. You swirled your tongue around the digits, bobbing your head up and down as if you were fellating him, all the while the two of you keeping eye contact. 

"Fuck that's sexy." He took his fingers out of your mouth, put them in his own, savoring the taste briefly, and put them back in yours, instructing you to keep sucking. He turned his attention back to your pussy. You moaned and closed your eyes, feeling his tongue inside you moving up and down quickly. You sucked on his fingers harder; your hands gripping his wrist and forearm so tightly your knuckles were turning white. The feel of his tongue deep inside your hole, while he rubbed your clit with his other hand, made you nearly lose consciousness from the pleasure. So many things were happening to you at once; all your senses and emotions at play. You couldn't tell if the sounds you were hearing were yours or his. No coherent thought could be produced.

"Come on, Baby, show me," he said, swiping his tongue through your folds. "Show me - swipe - what - swipe - this pussy - swipe -  can do."

The movements of his fingers against your clit quickened; his glorious tongue exploring every nook and cranny, no inch left untasted. The fingers previously your mouth now driving into your pussy at such speed your legs shook. He took his index finger and thumb and pinched your overstimulated clit, wrapping and sucking his lips around the sensitive bud.

"Frankie! What are you doing to me! Oh my God!"  

Your body jolted as you felt a massive outpouring of your juices, reaching the pinnacle of desire. A loud wail trailed out of your throat; the pleasure hitting you like a freight train. You held your hands up near your face, shaking, trembling, looking down at the frenzy between your legs.

"Good girl! Best pussy I've ever tasted."  He stood up, wiping your mess off his face - it was everywhere - with the back of his hand and licking it off. "That was fuckin' incredible. Gonna fuck you now. You earned it. Ready?" 

You nodded, breathless, fighting for air after what you'd just experienced. "Pl-please. I'm always ready for you, My Love."

Your scenery changed in a flash. Frankie flipped you around to where you were now facing the shower wall; your stomach and chest pressed against the cold, wet tile. He stood behind you, his hands on your hips, his cock nudging your entrance.  

"Put your palms against the wall, Baby. Stick your ass out. Spread those legs for me."

You followed instructions. He kept one hand on your hip, the other gripping your shoulder as he thrust into your drenched pussy with a low, rough grunt. He began pounding into you without giving you a chance to adjust to his length, knocking even more air out of your lungs. 

"Fuck  yes, Baby. This is how I always wanted to fuck you. All those nights I stayed over and fucked my fist to the thought of you. This is what I imagined us doing."  

All you could do was close your eyes and moan at what you were hearing. You knew he jerked off many times when he spent the night at your apartment. He is a man, after all. But never in a million years did you think it was you getting him off.

"Frankie...oh fuck..." His thrusts were endless. You reached behind you to touch him, eager to feel hot, wet skin and muscle beneath your fingers. He grabbed your hand and pressed it back in its place against the wall.

"No, no, Baby. Keep your hands where I can see them."

Your eyes shot open as one of his great hands came in contact with your ass with a loud, wet slap, causing your body to lurch forward.

That's gonna leave a mark. 

"Oh, shit!" You glanced back at him over your shoulder, keeping your hands in place.  

"Umm....Frankie? What...was...that?"

"You know what it was." He slapped your ass again, this time on the other cheek. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your lip as the pain bloomed across your body. You didn't want to admit it but the stinging sensation felt spectacular; so much better than the playful slaps he gave you when you were just friends.

"Fuck yes! More, Frankie, more! Please!" 

"Ah, so you do like having your beautiful ass spanked. Filthy girl." He obliged, slapping your ass harder than before; his thrusts never ceasing. He still gripped your shoulder, fingers digging into your flesh. "Come on. Move, Baby, move," he demanded. "Don't make me do all the work." 

You weren't exactly clear on what he meant at first, or what was bringing on this behavior. But you'd be damned if you denied you liked it. Your countless fantasies about him almost always involved him dominating you, spanking you, tying you up, making you beg for him, calling you dirty names, doing nasty, obscene, disgusting things to you, putting you in positions that would make even a contortionist shudder. In reality, your sweet Frankie would never be into such things. He would be downright embarrassed at what you wanted him to do to you. 

Apparently, you were wrong. 

You looked back at him, confused.

"I...I...don't...uh...what?" 

Both hands moved to your sides and pulled you closer to him, making back and forth motions. 

"Like this, Baby. Come on, don't be shy."  His saccharine voice set your mind at ease. "Let me and help me take good care of you."  

Realizing what he was asking you to do you rocked your body back into him, taking him fully all the way to the base; coarse, wet hairs tickling your ass.  Frankie trailed his fingers up and down your spine; those large hands so soft it felt like he wasn't even touching you at all. 

"Yeah, Baby. Just like that. Show me how I'm making you feel."

Your impassioned mewls and sighs increased as you moved back and forth faster, your ass crashing into his hips making him groan and pant. Even through the bellow of the falling water you could hear the inappropriate sounds of your wet bodies smacking against one another. You threw your head back, not caring that the tepid stream was hitting you directly in the face. 

"Frankie...I've never done it this way...you feel...so...fucking...good."

His cock gliding against your walls, along with the fact he was doing things to you that you'd only dreamed about, had you gasping for the breath he had taken away from you.

 "So do you, Baby. So goddamn tight. Jesus fuckin' Christ." 

He coiled his hands through your hair giving it a gentle tug, looking down at the junction of your bodies. "God I missed this pussy. I never want to go this long without it again." 

"Me too, My Love."  You uttered a pleased hum. "God I love the way your cock feels inside of me. My pussy felt so empty without it."

He chuckled. "Tell me something, Baby. Do you always want to be fucked like this?"

Nodding was the only response you could give; words stolen by sobs and wails as he moved his hips against your ass faster. 

"Did you mean it when you said you'd do anything for me?"

Nod. 

"Were you being truthful in saying you'd always dreamed of belonging to me?"

Nod.

He slapped your ass once more, a hand still in your hair, making you shriek as he tugged harder.

"Words, Baby!" Slap. "Vocalize!" Slap. "I need to hear you say it!" Slap.

You were definitely going to have handprints on your ass later.

"Yes!"  You wheezed. "My Love, Yes! I want to belong to you! Fucking own me!" 

The way you moaned those last two words made him laugh. "You want me to own you, you say?"

"Yes!" you answered without hesitation. "In every sense of the word!"

His lips curled into a pleased smile. "Good girl. That's the answer I was expecting."  He let go of your hair and spun you around to where you were now facing him.

"Hold on to me, Baby. It's okay, I got you." He placed his hands under your thighs and picked you up effortlessly, pinning you against the shower wall with his body. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your ankles crossed, one arm flung around his neck, the other clutching his shoulder. Within seconds he was back inside you fucking you like his life depended on it, his vigorous thrusting forcing your body up and down, lifting, falling. His face deposited in your neck, licking, kissing, sucking every inch of skin between your neck and shoulder. You tilted your head back, eyes closed, mouth open, desperate cries filling your tiny bathroom. You're so full of him, his cock so deep inside you touching every nerve, every tendril, every fiber, every corner. The head of him pressing the switch within you that made you lose all modesty, all control. 

"Oh, God, yes! Harder, My Love! Harder!"  You were basically shouting the words. "Fuck me like you own me!"

He growled and hissed in your ear as the brutality of his thrusts intensified. His fingers and hands squeezing your skin so tightly you were certain you'd be left with marks, bruises, fingerprints. The pain, the pleasure; it was all equally too much and not enough. It was fucking magnificent; leaving your mind in shambles. 

"Yes, Baby, yes!" he panted. I fuckin' love hearing you talk this way. So fuckin' dirty."

He was now looking at you, eyes hazy with pleasure, mouth open. "Gonna cum soon, Baby. Where do you want it? Inside?" 

"Yes!"  You cried, locking your eyes with his. "You don't need permission! Just fuckin' do it!  Cum inside me, please!"

A smile spread across his lips, a satisfied twinkle gleaming in his eye. "You are so fuckin' perfect, Baby, I swear. Fuckin' made for me."  He put an index finger in his mouth and, without warning, pushed it repeatedly inside your asshole -while still fucking you into oblivion.

"Frankie!" You practically screamed his name.  "That's...oh fuck...what the fuck! That's too much! I can't-"

 "-You can take it, Baby. I know you can. Show me. Don't hold back."

No way was he going to make you cum twice. That was impossible; only something you'd seen in movies and TV. Something that always suspends your disbelief, making you scoff and roll your eyes. But this?  Imminent. You were going to have multiple orgasms in one night for the first time ever in your life. Then he stuck another finger inside your ass. And that was it; the shot of adrenaline straight to the heart, the needle bursting the tiny pleasure-filled bubble in your stomach, the surge of electricity pulsing through your veins. You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck , fingertips kneading, clawing into the flesh of his back holding on for dear life. 

Frankie gave one last forceful buck of his hips as he spilled into you, an orchestra of explicit noises and words coming from the both of you. You could feel the concoction of warm liquids between your thighs shooting up into you like fireworks. Your vision was now a swirling sea of unrecognizable colors. Your head collapsed on his shoulder, his chin on yours, chests heaving against each other's, breaths coming and going in quick intervals. 

"I love you so much, Frankie" you finally managed to say after what seemed like an eternity of silence. "You make me feel things I had no idea I could feel."

You felt him smile against your neck. "I love you too, Baby. I always knew I'd be the one to broaden your horizons."

You embraced him tighter running your hands up and down his back. "I never wanted anyone like this. It's all brand new to me."

"Likewise, Baby." Frankie removed his hands from the back of your thighs and set you on your feet. You felt like a newborn fawn, legs wobbly, unable to keep your balance. You both laughed as you held on to his forearms for support until you could stand on your own.  He shut the water off and opened the sliding glass door, stepping out onto the white feathery bath mat.

"Meet me in the living room after you're dressed," he said as he grabbed a towel off the bathroom door hook and gathered his clothes off the floor. "I have a surprise for you."

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After changing into leggings and a spaghetti-strap shirt, you found Frankie sitting on the sofa, his phone in one hand, thumb swiping up and down in quick strokes, dark bottle of beer in the other taking long swigs, eyes never leaving the device screen. His jeans were zipped but unbuttoned, unfastened belt hanging loosely between his legs. His red T-shirt clung to his still-damp skin, portraying each sculpted muscular detail, his moist capless hair an unkempt mess, strands pointing in every direction. You stood at the end of the hallway watching him, leaning your shoulder against the wall, staring, struggling to process what had just taken place in your shower. You had difficulty wrapping your head around the fact that it actually happened; not in one of your fantasy scenarios. Frankie Morales, who you've wanted since the first day you laid eyes on him, was now your lover, your partner; your companion. The one who showed you pleasures you didn't know you wanted or needed. The one who unlocked your passion and freed your mind to explore the depths of your darkest sexual desires.

Your lover.  That sounded so forbidden, so taboo.

Frankie looked up from his phone and gave you a smile, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. "There's my girl. You disappeared from me. I didn't think you'd come back."  He took another sip of beer and set the bottle on the coffee table. "Come on over here so I can give you your surprise." 

You took the empty seat next to him. He reached into his duffel bag and pulled out a small, flat purple gift box wrapped in pink ribbon and placed it in your hands. 

"This is for you, Baby. Open it."

"You bought me a gift?" 

He nodded, his eyes wide and full of anticipation, an anxious smile across his lips. "Of course. You're my girl. I need to spoil you."

Inside was a thin, black leather choker necklace adorned with numerous diamond-shaped crystals. A sterling silver heart pendant hung from a small chain on the facade, and it fastened like a belt in the back. You didn't wear much jewelry, earrings occasionally. He knew this, which made it a little unclear as to why this would be a gift choice. But you found it to be beautiful. Elegant. Racy.

After a few moments it hit you; the purpose of the gift. You were his. He owns you. You belong to him. He wants it to be shown. 

"Frankie, it's lovely. But...I don't wear neck-."

"-You do now," he interrupted. "I want you to wear it as a symbol of my ownership of you. You want to be mine in every possible way? Wearing this necklace will seal that deal."

You stared at the piece of jewelry in your hands, trying to believe what you had just heard; your mind devoid of words.

He scooted closer to you, putting a hand under your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. "If you think it's excessive, Baby, you don't-"

"-Yes", you answered. "I'll wear it and I'll never take it off. Whatever it takes to make you happy, My Love, I'll do it." You took the accessory out of its box, ready to put it on. Frankie eagerly took it from your hands, his eyes lighting up. "Please, let me do it."

He leaned forward reaching across you to fasten the choker, his cheek brushing against yours, lips next to your ear. "You know what this means, don't you?" He whispered once the necklace was fully around your neck.  A hand trailed down your body, between your legs, inside your panties. "This pussy-this body-is mine now."  His fingers started rubbing at your clit, making you cry out. "I can do whatever I want with it. Clear?"

You nodded, eyes fluttering closed. "Fraaannnkkkiiiiieeee..."

"Remember those rules I mentioned earlier?"  His lips were still against your ear. "About being a good girl and getting punished for being bad?  You must follow them now that you're wearing this necklace. You must obey."

He slipped a finger inside you, moving the digit so rapidly you could hear the vulgar squelching noises, making you squirm. You grabbed his arm. "Frankie!"  you moaned. "Yes! I'll do whatever you say, My Love! I'm all yours!"

He grinned, his eyes rich with contentment. His lips crashed into yours, tongue delving into your mouth. Your arms found their way around his neck, your legs moving onto the sofa so you could lie on your back outstretched.  Frankie lowered himself onto you, positioning himself between your legs, still dressed, lips never leaving yours, still fingering you like it would be a crime if he stopped, making you hum and whimper. The other hand caressed your still-clothed thigh and leg.

"Gonna cum for me again, are you, Baby?"  he asked against your lips. "Are you gonna squirt all over my-"  

There was a knock at the door, making Frankie stop the delicious makeout session and look up in confusion.  He looked down at you, also perplexed.

"Expecting company?"

You shook your head.

Another knock, this time much louder. 

"Want me to see who it is?" 

"No, I'll get it." You stood up and made your way to the door located right next to the sofa.  You opened it, and the color drained out of your face. Your heart sank. 

There she was. Fucking. Erica. Hands pressed on her hips, looking as perfectly put together as always. Black hair,  flawless makeup, tight dress, menacing green eyes. The only difference from when you last saw her was now she looked like there had been way too much time spent in a tanning bed and too many collagen injections in her lips. She impatiently tapped her high-heeled foot on the outside concrete floor, her mouth sewn into an angry frown. 

"Where is he?" Her voice was eerily stern, lacking emotion. "I know Francisco is here somewhere. Where the fuck is he?!"

You put your finger up. "First of all, Erica, hello to you too. Second, don't come at me with that attitude. Third, what makes you think he would be here?"

Erica rolled her eyes, huffing out an annoyed sigh. "Because his fucking truck is parked out front, dumbass." 

"Don't you fuckin' dare speak to her like that." Frankie growled as he walked up next to you, casually throwing his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him. "You lookin' for me, Erica? Well, here I am. The hell do you want?"

Erica's eyes switched between you and Frankie, looking you both up and down, noticing your still wet locks, flushed cheeks, his shirt worn inside out and unbuttoned jeans. She shook her head, her eyes on the ground, sarcastic laughter seeping through her lips. 

"Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable. You two fucked, didn't you?"

Frankie cleared his throat. "You shouldn't ask questions to which you  know the answers."

She cut her eyes to you. "I suppose you think he's your boyfriend now? That he loves you?"

"Erica, I'm not gonna ask you again." Frankie piped in before you could give her an answer. "Why. The. Fuck. Are. You. Here?" 

His acerbic tone made you take a step an inch away but he still kept his arm on your shoulder. You looked at him while he kept his eyes on Erica. His brow furrowed, lips pursed, jaw tightened, veins in his neck made their appearance, heavy breathing commenced through his nose. His other hand formed into a fist.

Erica pointed a manicured accusatory finger at him. "You. You son-of-a-bitch. You and I need to talk."

(To Be Continued....)

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Companion

Chapter 3

Summary: Mary-Katherine or Merricat was an omega. By blood, she would always be an omega. Her alpha Steve was the best alpha she could ever ask for. Kind, generous and made her feel all sorts of things. Life was perfect for her. But when Steve one day says he’s bringing his friend James Bucky Barnes, another alpha, into their household, things turn upside down for her and she has to be a companion for not only one alpha but two who both have very different expectations.

Pairings: Steve Rogers/James Bucky Barnes/Orignal Female Character

Warnings: Smut, Dom/Sub, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Light Bondage, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Knotting, Blow Jobs, Dominance, Submission, Discipline, Punishment, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink

Merricat had about a minute before Steve and Bucky would come to the dinner table. She had a minute left to her own thoughts. This was it, there was no going back after tonight. Her nerves were on par with her thrill and curiosity. Her first impressions of Bucky tonight were that he was pretty god damn handsome. Dressed in that black suit, hair all tousled back the glint of his metal hand peaking from out his cuff. When she walked into the room, his scent was already flooding her senses, more than Steve's. She had smelt him before but never on this level and it sent a tingle between her legs to her sweet spot.

Bucky was a kind man and from what Steve had told her, he looked after his omega’s well. Merricat was still a little anxious however inviting another alpha into her life. She had gotten used to Steve and his ways and now she was going to have to learn a whole other set. But she trusted Steve and from meeting Bucky the few times, she trusted him.

It wasn’t long before the scuff of shoes caught her attention and she turned and looked to see Bucky and Steve walking into the kitchen. Steve led the way with Bucky behind and when he looked up with those bright blue eyes and that tight smirk, Merricat felt the tingle again and she squeezed her legs tightly together. She was just finishing up plating their food and she heard the scrap of chairs indicating they had taken their seats. When she turned, Bucky was sat opposite her seat and Steve at the head of the table as per usual.

Merricat brought over their dinner, placing the plates delicately down in front of them to which they smiled in delight.

“Thanks, Merricat” Steve smiled.

“Thank you” Bucky answered as well.

“Is there anything else you would like?” she asked them.

“No this is perfect?” Bucky replied and Merricat took her own plate and sat in her seat. A smile appeared on Steve's face unnoticeable from the two sat beside him. he was already pleased with how Merricat was taking all this, in fact he thought Merricat would be a nervous wreck. Bucky took a bite of his food and instantly it melted in his mouth, the flavour the most divine and delicious he had ever tasted.

“Wow, this is amazing” he praised and Merricat blushed a little, smiling as she poked at her own food.

“Thank you, Sir, I was really hoping you liked it” Bucky couldn’t help smirk and glanced over at Steve who rolled his eyes a little. He knew exactly why Bucky was smirking but didn’t make a comment. It was going to take time for the three of them to learn and understand what Steve and Bucky were like as alpha’s and for Merricat to learn how to please them both. She couldn’t turn around and say she wasn’t a little nervous with Bucky coming in here. What if he changed everything that she had already gotten used to.

“Did you get the report from Fury” Steve said to Bucky, starting a conversation relating to their line of work. Fury have given them the next two weeks of as there wasn’t any threats at the moment but if something came up, they’d have to be ready. Bucky replied and the two discussed while Merricat ate silently. She kept taking a glance at Bucky, unable to not look at how stunning he was but then her fear of not being able to be a good omega for him, a companion that suits his alpha skills. His last one didn’t work out and although she didn’t know the reason, she didn’t want to let him down or Steve.

But it wasn’t only Merricat stealing looks. Bucky glanced over at her when he could, peeking at her beautiful face, her plump lips smashing together as she chewed her food, the urge to kiss her was rising inside him as her scent lingered over the table. But he’d have to wait for tonight. Tonight, would be the night she and him would bond for the first time. He couldn’t wait to touch her, to feel her beside him in bed.

The three of them finished their dinner and Bucky licked his lips, grinning at the end.

“That was amazing Merricat” he took a swig of his beer, washing down the taste and sucking in a breath after.

“Thank you, do you want anything else to eat, there’s plenty left” Bucky chuckled and rubbed his stomach.

“I think I’m full for tonight, Steve always did mention you were an amazing cook” Merricat glanced to Steve and smiled at him sweetly. She was proud to hear her alpha said good things about her and she only blushed more at the compliments she was receiving for tonight. It didn’t sound fake or that Bucky was only saying that to make her feel good because of him coming into their household and now becoming her alpha.

“Well, I do try” she stood and gathered the very empty plates, moving them to the sink. Steve and Bucky stood with Bucky walking off into the living room. Merricat had filled the sink with warm soapy water and was about to start washing the dishes away when Steve stopped her.

“Come on, you can leave that for tomorrow, Bucky wants to talk” Steve held his hand out for Merricat who nervously took it, wiping the little droplets of water on her dress as she followed him into the living room. Bucky slumped down on one corner of the couch, crossing a leg over the other in a sexy manner, all long legs and fancy shoes and perfectly straight pant legs. Merricat took the seat on the other end while Steve sat opposite them, leaning forwards, and knotting his fingers together, leaning on his thighs.

“I just wanted us to talk before we do anything. I know this might be a lot for you, inviting another alpha into your home and becoming another companion to two alphas so I wanted to know if you have any questions you wanted to ask me or is there anything on your mind” Bucky said softly. He was cutting straight to the chase.

Merricat did have questions, but not ones she wanted to ask. They were questions such as ‘Are you a strict alpha?’, ‘Will you punish me?’, ‘What happened to your other omega’s?’. Questions that to her seemed a little rude and abrupt and she didn’t want to get off to a bad foot with Bucky. If he was going to be her alpha, he’d have most of control in the relationship alongside Steve and she didn’t want to make this difficult.

“Is there anything you specifically like or want me to do for you. I know Steve has certain rules he likes me to follow so I’m guessing you will as well” Bucky nodded and smile softly.

“Well over the next few weeks I think you’ll learn to know what I like and what I don’t like and yes, I have rules, but I’ll talk to Steve about them, and we can work together so that there aren’t too many differences between us. I don’t want to make this really hard for you to adjust. Just because I’ll be your alpha doesn’t mean I don’t care about you and what’s best for you”.

“Thank you I appreciate that. I just want to make you guys happy and please you anyway I can” she was an omega at heart, always thinking of her alpha and caring for their needs. Merricat always put people before herself. She was the kindest person you would ever meet. Bucky smiled softly at her sweet words, and he instantly felt himself harden through his tight pants. He didn’t know how long he could wait to have her, to feel her body and touch every single inch of her. just by looking at her, he could tell she had the softest skin and the perfect lips to kiss. Steve smiled as well from where he was sitting. This was going well and the further the night went the less he was nervous and worried.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I think we should head to bed” Bucky suggested, looking to Steve who nodded.

“Sure, I’ll show you upstairs” Merricat said politely and stood with a bounce to her, leading the two alpha’s upstairs. She led them down the hall and reached a door, opening it up to a spare bedroom with a bed, furniture, and Bucky's bag that he brought.

“I made the bed so it’s already for you to get in, do you want me to unpack anything for you?” Merricat asked and turned to face Steve and Bucky who were looking rather surprised. A short chuckle came from Bucky who shuffled on his feet and had his hands tucked in his pockets. Steve bit his bottom lip and looked at Merricat with a soft expression.

“Actually, Bucky is going to sleep with us” Steve said and Merricat was a little taken back herself. She didn’t realise it was going to be this soon that Bucky would be sharing their bed, claiming his territory in the house. It was only the first night and Merricat’s nerves came flooding back.

“Oh” was all she could muster.

In the bathroom of their bedroom, Merricat rubbed the face wipe over her cheek, removing the concoction of powder, foundation, concealer, and blusher she applied to her face. her natural tone shined through, and her blemishes and little defects brought back her natural face. She was beautiful with or without makeup and she only really applied it for a special occasion.

The sound of feet shuffling inside alerted her Steve was walking in. She could tell the difference between the way he walked, and the way Bucky walked.

“Hey” he said softly, hands coming up and stroking her shoulders gently. She looked over with wide eyes and a tight smile as he stood beside her, looking down at her with slight concern on his face and eyebrows knotted.

“You know you don’t have to do this tonight, if you want Bucky to sleep in the spare bedroom…” Merricat shook her head and smiled a little softer at him, relaxing her shoulders and sinking lower to the ground by at least an inch.

“No, no it’s fine… I just wasn’t expecting it so soon. I thought at least maybe a week or so but tonight is fine, I mean why wait” she shrugged and looked back at the mirror to remove the last of her makeup.

“I know and we were going to wait but Bucky feels really good about this and you two seemed to already be getting on well. Besides I’ll be there and it’s probably not going to be anything too crazy yet, just him sleeping with us and getting use to his territory and having you by his side” Steve said like it was no big deal, and it wasn’t, but it didn’t mean that Merricat wasn’t a little nervous about it.

“Sure, I’ll be out in a minute” Steve rubbed her shoulder one last time before padding out of the bathroom. Merricat took a deep breath, glancing in the mirror. There was nothing for her to be worried about, all they were doing was sleeping.

When Merricat entered the bedroom, switching off the light, Steve was already in bed and Bucky was folding up his suit, dropping it on the chair in the corner. Merricat padded over naked to her side of the bed, glancing at Bucky as she did and catching his smirk which made her tingle all over. She slipped into bed and curled underneath the covers, Bucky following closely behind. He also slipped into the sheets, his long legs reaching the very end of the bed and his feet almost poking out the bottom.

“Goodnight, Sir” Merricat leaned over and kissed Steve sweetly, feeling her cheek being cupped and squeezed lightly, earning a grin from her. Then she turned to Bucky and without thinking, she leaned over and kissed him. Bucky instantly engulfed her lips, tongue pressing into hers and a soft moan escaping him as he kissed her passionately. Merricat felt the tingle, the shock to her whole body, something she hadn’t felt before. With your alpha, you get a connection every time they kiss or touch each other or are intimate and Bucky's she hadn’t felt yet.

“Goodnight, Sir” she whispered and Bucky grinned, tucking her hair behind her ear and sinking into the bed, curling his arm across her stomach, fingers gliding over her extremely soft skin and sweet scent lingering next to him. Merricat breathed deeply, rolling her head on the pillow beside Bucky and slowly shut her eyes, falling into a feeling of bliss and heaven and safety. Bucky's touch was new and inviting and intriguing, and it scared her a little. But then Merricat felt the familiar touch of Steve's hand on her waist, and she relaxed.

Chapter 4

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Contains: Fluff, Dom Happy Lowman/sub Reader, competency kink, praise kink, manhandling, hand on neck no choking, oral sex (M receiving) fingering, P in V, aftercare.

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You help Happy at work

"I can't believe they left you here with all of this."

Happy smiled, "it's alright little girl, I've got you to help me."

You smiled, "yep, as much as I have no idea what I'm going, I think you'll be a good teacher."

He smiled, "can you hand me that part?" He pointed over to the table at what looked like those fans you find in a warehouse.

"This bit?"

He smiled as you passed it to him, "yep."

He looked it over with an unimpressed look on his face, "what's wrong my love?"

He frowned, "the customer had this made and the person has done a shit job, I've got to redrill half these holes."

You tilted your head, "how can you know that but just looking at it?"

He came over to you and put the part in front of your face, pointing to the holes, "see how these are rough?"

You nodded, "they're meant to be smooth and I can tell by the way the metal looks that the drill wasn't the right one so if I don't redo them, they'll loosen over time."

Happy took the part over to the drill and you followed him, "can I watch?"

He smiled and handed you a pair of safety glasses off the shelf, "sure but safety first." You put the glasses on and Happy pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, "very cute."

He started the drill and you watched the concentration come over his face, Happy seemed to be watching you just as much as the power tool because his smile grew, as he finished, he put the part down on the table and met your eyes, "you having fun?"

You nodded, "of course I am."

"You wanna tell me why?"

You smiled at him, big and wide, "sure, but lunch first."

Happy hadn't stopped smiling since the garage, his face a wide grin as you put his lunch in front of him, "what's gotten into you?" I don't think anyone has seen you smile this much."

He shrugged, "I just like having you with me." It was said so casually and yet you believed every word.

"I like being with you too."

He reached across the table and took your hand in his, "I thought working on cars with me would be the last thing you would want to do on your day off?"

You shook your head, "no way, I love watching you fix cars."

He smiled, "why?"

His thumb rubbed the back of your palm, "because you're good at it and I can tell you enjoy it. It's no different from watching a painter or a dancer."

"So you don't want a wall street banker?"

You snorted, "I'd rather not crawl into bed with a soulless monster every night thank you very much."

He laughed, "so you're alright with the fact that we'll never be rich? You work in an animal shelter, it's not like you make bank."

You squeezed his hand, "if I've got you, I don't need money."

"I'm a lucky man."

You huffed, "yeah, well we've got the whole day to ourselves and I'm going to be stuck to you like an orphaned kitten, you might not think that when I've asked you the same question twenty times."

Happy chuckled, "I can't wait."

****

Happy didn't lie, he answered all your questions with a smile on his face. The sun was about to set by the time he had gotten through all the work for that day. "When are the guys back?"

Happy washed the oil off his hands, "we still got a while."

You walked up to him and took his head in your hands, "I had so much fun today."

"So did I." He kissed you, his lips soft and affectionate against yours.

"You've been so good for me today, would you like a reward?"

You rubbed his nose with yours, "I'd like that very much." He kissed you again, more forceful this time and then he was walking you towards the bench and throwing you onto it.

"How's that?"

You smiled, "well, if that's it then that's not much of a reward."

He buried his face in your neck and nibbled your skin, "that's not it little girl." His hands moved to your top as he buttoned it, his hands stroking your skin as it was exposed to his gaze. "My good girl, you're so good for me." His lips went soft again as he removed your pants, the late day sunlight coming in for the thin slit under the closed garage door making your skin glow.

You put a hand on his chest and he paused, "is something wrong?"

You shook your head, "no, I just wanted to thank you too." You pushed him a little harder and he stepped back then you dropped to your knees, Happy's hands going to stoke your cheek as you opened his pants.

"You're so good for me."

You smiled up and him and pulled his jeans down with his boxers, his hard cock popping free and hitting his stomach, "may I?"

Happy snorted, "may I? You don't need to ask my polite girl." You took his cock in your hand and held the base while your tongue circled the head, Happy gasping and you sucked the head into your mouth.

"That's it, you're so good at that." Your moan at his praise had him gripping your shoulder with force, just enough to bruise but not enough to hurt. Praised poured out of his mouth as you worked him up but before you could take him past the edge, he was yanking you to your feet, "we ain't done yet little girl."

He tossed you back on the bench and tore your jeans off then ripped your panties down the middle and threw them over his shoulder, "someone is going to need to pick that up."

He shrugged, "I'll get the prospect to do it." You giggled, "you want the prospect to see my ripped panties?"

His eyebrows wrinkled, "on second thought, I'll pick them up when we're done here."

He lifted one of your legs and put it on the bench, opening you up so he had full access then his fingers were drifting down your body to your core. He looked to you for consent and you smiled, "please."

He smiled back and ran his fingers through your centre, smiling when he found you wet, "my good girl, I love you so much."

He nuzzled his cheek to yours as, "I love you too Hap."

He kissed you as he slid two fingers inside you and placed his thumb on your clit, "there you go, that feel good?" You whimpered as he crooked his fingers and rubbed your G-spot.

"Hap, please."

He other hand came up to hold you face, "I'll give you what you need, don't worry." He wasn't lying, his thumb sped up and he poured every one of love into a kiss on your lips and you came around his fingers.

"Good girl." You smiled as he stepped back, "you want this?"

You nodded, "tell me what you'll say if you want me to stop."

His face was soft was he waited for your answer, "stop, I don't like this, I want to do something different."

Happy nodded, "good girl, and if your mouth is occupied?" You tapped the table twice then reached out and tapped his arm. "That's right, my smart girl, always so good at telling me what you need."

He kissed you one last time before spinning your around, shoving your chest to the bench and tapping your calf with his foot so you spread them open. He stepped forward and garbed his cock, rubbing it up and down your slit before sliding inside you with a grunt, "fuck, you're so fucking tight and wet." You moaned as his hand came around your body to rub your clit, his hips thrusting in a focused roll.

"Fuck you feel so good." Happy shifted, tapping your hand and placing it on his forearm before placing his hand over your neck as his hips sped up, "tap if you need me to let go." You nodded as best you could with his huge hands around your neck, "good girl." You felt so trapped but so safe, you don't think there was a person alive who wouldn't second guess having Happy's hand around their neck and yet you felt so held.

"Please, I need more."

Happy smirked against your shoulder, "I can do that." His hips slammed into yours as his lips pressed to your back, "come on, be a good girl and cum for me." You gasped as he put all his weight into a thrust, the hand on your neck keeping you grounded as you came. Happy followed soon after grunting like an animal as he coated your walls. His hand left your neck and squeezed your shoulder gently, rubbing the tension out from holding you at a strange angle.

"You good little girl?" You sighed and spun around, resting your head on his bicep as it caged you.

"I'm good, are you?"

He smiled, "I'm great." He stood up and took your hand, pulling you into his arms and holding you against him while your legs regained their strength.

"We should go for a shower."

You kissed his neck, "yeah, we're both all gross and you're still wearing your shirt."

He chuckled, "yeah. We better hurry up before the others get back."

He handed you his hoodie as you weren't totally naked, "I'll get you a change of clothes out of your car, you start the shower."

"Thanks Hap. I love you."

He kissed you again, his hand lingering on your face, "love you too little girl."

Fin

#sp's kinkfest pick and mix #happy lowman fanfiction #happy lowman #happy lowman x reader #happy lowman imagine #david labrava #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fluff #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #samcro #soa #happy lowman x you

[mineralsrocksandfossiltalks]

MONDAY MUSINGS: CLEVELAND-LLOYD QUARRY

Today, I am going to tell you a story. A story about a couple of paleo undergrad students in their taphonomy class talking about a famous quarry in Utah. But first, a little background.

First, the Cleveland-Lloyd Quarry is a large dinosaur quarry in the San Rafael Swell of Utah near the town of Price. It is in Jurassic National Monument and it is the resting place of at least 50 individual Allosaurus. That is a lot of predators found in one spot. Other predators have been found here as well including Ceratosaurus (1), Torvosaurus (1), Marshosaurus (2), Stokesosaurus (2), and Tanycolagreus (1). There are also a high number of Stegosaurus (4) and Camptosaurus (5) and a handful of sauropods (3 Camarasaurus and one Barosaurus, one Diplodocus and one Apatosaurus).

Due to the high concentration of predators in the area, the quarry has been interpreted as a predator trap. Unfortunately, so far, there isn't a ton of concrete evidence aside from the numbers to back that claim up.

A big thing to note with the Allosaurus: nearly all of them were sub-adults or juveniles.

Now, back to the story. I was in my third year? Maybe fourth, I don't know, it was so long ago now. Anyway, I was in college, taking a course called taphonomy (the study of what happens to organisms after they die, through burial until we recover them). We were looking at a map of the Cleveland-Lloyd Quarry and our professor, Dr. David Varricchio was having us go around the table in pairs or small groups to give explanations of why so many Allosaurus sub-adults in one area.

It started out pretty normal: youngsters might have stuck together and hunted in packs.

They were following a Stegosaurus herd trying to sus out the weakest link.

The environment was a flood pond, clay nested in a topographic low between levees and that clay was smectitic (filled with ash) making it sticky not unlike tar.

This type of clay will add 10lbs to the bottom of your shoes (it's why we don't start digging until summer. The spring makes this clay impossible to walk through. I mean, look at my poor boots). Imagine weighing as much as an Allosaurus and stepping into swelling clays. No bueno.

Well, eventually, we had gone around maybe two or three times and we were running out of typical reasons so my best friend and I, we came up with something...inventive.

Once upon a time, there was an Allosaurus civil war...

No, this is really good, I promise. You see, you always send the younger generation out to fight your wars right? That's why they're all sub-adults. The herbivores were their food stashes. The reason they also don't seem to have a lot of injuries? They were using their laser vision to kill each other which leaves no marks on the bones!

Thank you Animedino1 for having art haha.

Anyway, there was this pregnant pause after we had finished our explanation in which our classmates weren't sure how to respond and Dave looked like an error message was playing in front of his eyes. He replied saying "Well, I can't falsify it so I guess it could be true." So there you have it. A very well-known paleontologist said it could be possible so until further notice, I will believe in Allosaurus civil wars.

#paleontology #dinosaur #fossils #geology #funny shit #shitpost #late jurassic #allosaurus #jurassic national monument #cleveland-lloyd quarry #predator trap

[deathcoach]

What was the process of getting yourself published? Did you get an agent or did you shop it yourself? Who edited it your or someone else? How long did it take from beginning to end? Was your story originally a fan fic? Who is your publisher / what printing house / company took you on? Thanks!

Thank you so much for these questions @twinsoulvisionary!  There is a lot here so I will try to keep it brief and helpful!

I’ll go a little out of order so it makes more sense!  Follow me below the cut!

Death Coach was written because I have two people in my life, one a published romance novelist and the other a family member, who had read lots of my fanfic and said I should write something original.  So I took a few days to come up with an idea for something I thought I would care about enough to write an original novel about it. 

The idea was simple “Detective gets involved with serial killer he’s hunting.”  That was it. 😈

As to the question of if it was originally a fanfic, it was written explicitly to NOT be a fanfic, explicity to be something I could sell.  However it’s no secret to anyone who knows me that Detective Walker is a thinly-veiled Luke Skywalker avatar, and Terana is at least physically very much like Mara Jade.  There are tons of Easter Eggs in my novel for Star Wars fans, and I don’t want to drop them all here, but absolutely you will find other Star Wars-inspired characters in the book.

About the timeline: 

Death Coach was finished in Dec 2018 and published in Dec 2022, so four years later.  How about that?  I’m just so happy it’s done!  *checks box*

How long did it take to write? 

Everyone writes at a different pace, but when I’m writing and have time to do it, I am super fast.  I think Death Coach was written (first draft complete of 80k) in about 3 weeks.  The first two days after I started it, I was already 20k into the book.  I edit as I go—one of my habits with this book, so I didn’t lose any threads, was to reread what I’d written at least every other day.  I could fix things, tweak, and proofread as I read.  I think especially if you are writing a story where there are aspects of mystery or clues needing to be dropped, it’s a good habit to reread your draft often before you continue. 

So I was on fire and the story wrote itself (as my stories often do).

I edited it myself (I consider myself an excellent editor, no false modesty here) but my sister, who is also a great proofreader, double-checked (and did find things I’d missed).

For getting published, it was a long and rocky road.  I sent the book to many agents and publishers at the same time.  I made a packet, query letter, checked all the boxes. 

I did get a few offers fairly quickly, but they always seemed unappealing.  For example, one publisher came back and said they loved the story but since their readership was primarily into dominant males, they suggested flipping the characters or making Terana more sub and Walker more domineering.  That (if you’ve read the book you’ll understand) is a completely different novel, and not a story that interested me.  One asked for more queer sexual content.  One wanted more explicit childhood trauma for the serial killer.  Another wrote back and offered me $1000 advance with a cap on royalties of $1,000.  Since I am doing this as a hobby, it wasn’t so much about the money, but that seemed low to me and why would I want to cap royalties?

The most encouraging responses were actually from agents or publishers who were like “we can’t sell this right now but we like your style, send us something else/send us a different book.”  Well, this was THE book I wrote and I wasn’t going to write another one until I’d published this one…but that was still nice to hear.  Lots of positivity but no takers.

One of the funniest responses I got was from an agent who was super excited about the premise and emailed me about how much he was looking forward to reading it and then emailed me a couple days later and was like “Uh…this is X rated.  I thought it would be a nice book.”  I was laughing like uh…ok so a NICE book about a serial killer?  Did he even read the synopsis?  Anyway, clearly too prudish to enjoy the smutastic Death Coach.

About a year after I wrote it, one of my friends who had been published under contract with Harlequin for years switched to self-publishing, and made about twice as much as she had under contract (she was making about $14k a book).  She suggested I do it, but I didn’t have the time or energy (as I mentioned, writing is a hobby for me and not a life goal or anything).  She also had the benefit of a following, a known name in the romance business, something I do not.

I am under no illusions about the limited demographic for Death Coach—it’s gritty and graphic in both violent death and sex.  People who are reading Mills & Boon don’t want to read about cunts and sex in the dirt, and people who are reading hard crime aren’t expecting lots of explicit fucking breaking up their action.  But I thought maybe I would go after self-publishing when I had time and see if the book found an audience.

So fast-forward several years (!) and this past August I had some time to explore options.  My friend who has self-published used Ingram Spark, who have global distribution and don’t try to keep any rights over your product.  I worked with her to setup the title on her account, so I didn’t have to start from scratch (but I think it’s pretty easy if you want to set up your own—although if you are getting the impression I am lazy about it, you are right). 

One benefit of Ingram is the option to refuse returns, because sometimes authors actually OWE money when royalties go into the negative due to returns.  So I used SpiroBooks.com for my layout, got the ISBNs myself, had the super-talented @jadedjo do my cover art, and voila, here we are.

I think it’s important to stress again that I do this as a HOBBY.  If I was interested in being a professional author who does it as a career, there were a lot of things I would do differently, including joining professional associations, spending more time and effort on finding an agent, and writing books that are commercial and similar to what is selling (or what the publishers told me they were looking for).  Along the path, I had several opportunities to compromise and sell the book to other entities, but what was important to me was the fact this was written, I liked it as it was, and I had no real reason or motivation to change the story or rewrite, etc.

My goal in publishing this was to see if people liked it, and maybe make a series out of it if it was profitable.  I do love Detective Walker and wouldn’t mind seeing what erotic adventures he has in the future, but I also am happy writing fanfic and working the dayjob.  So we’ll see how it shakes out and if I should continue 🥰

I should mention that I’m overwhelmed and touched by the immense support the book has here on tumblr and in fandom spaces with my friends.  I love everyone who bought it (I think I don’t get sales stats until next month) and thank each of you for giving such a hard-to-categorize novel an audience. 

I hope that answered all your questions @twinsoulvisionary! Thank you so much for the ask and interest, and I wish you luck in your own writing and publishing endeavors!!! 😘 Feel free to ask other stuff, you or anyone else with a question!

#authors on tumblr #books #publishing #self publishing #getting published #death coach #ask the author #novel

[soonhoonsol]

warning: tiger is affectionate when drunk

#seventeen #svt #svtcreations #svtsource #going seventeen #ihavetoomanygifs #hoshi #kwon soonyoung #dk #dokyeom #lee seokmin #seungkwan #boo seungkwan #seoksoon #thank goodness the subs came after i finished the first 3 gifs :'))) #also this is all i understood from the vlive sobssss #now im gonna go cry as i think about affectionate hoshi #1k✨

[wandas-sunshine]

Apologies (Kinktober Day 3)

Kinktober Schedule

Prompt: Dom/sub Dynamics

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Word Count: 1,947

Warnings: SMUT 18+, Dom/sub dynamics, heavy Sir kink, corporeal punishment, oral sex (male receiving)

A/N: I don’t think I ever specified a gender for the reader, but there are uses of the terms kitten and babydoll if that ruins it for anyone. Tag list for kinktober is still open!

You’d been sitting on the sofa when Stephen came home. You could tell just by the sound of his steps that it hadn’t been a good day. You sat your book down and stood up quickly to scamper to his side.

“I’ve missed you,” You murmured, taking his coat to hang it up. “I made your favorite for dinner.”

Stephen hummed out a low rumble in his throat. A tiny smile crossed his lips, and your stomach fluttered at the small accomplishment.

“Thank you, kitten. I’ll eat later, I have some work to finish up.” He slipped past you, and you pouted at his back. That wasn’t fair, and, truth be told, it worried you. He’d been working himself too much. You trailed after him and lingered in the doorway.

“But Stephen,” You half whined. The man turned to you with an impatient huff. “You’ve already worked 16 hours today.”

Stephen set his things down and settled into a chair.

“And there’s more to be done. Now some quiet, please.” His words were final, and you were usually so obedient for him. But with your Dom’s wellbeing at stake, you had one more trick up your sleeve.

The step into the Dom/sub dynamic of your and Stephen’s relationship wasn’t the first one. You’d been together more than a year before you really gave it a thought. But now, it was all natural.

You slipped quietly into your shared room and fetched the cabinet key that laid on Stephen’s bedside table. You unlocked the cabinet tucked away into the closet and let the doors open. Inside hung all of the fun little items you and Stephen had collected. Floggers, paddles, whips, and riding crops hung on the inside. A few toys were neatly displayed, the rest organized in the drawers. But you weren’t looking for any of those. No, your coveted item was hanging right at the center of everything.

You plucked your collar down and grinned. It was a simple little thing, black leather with a heavy ring in front and a buckle at the back, but it always filled you with pride. You didn’t need anything fancy, just a reminder that you belonged to Stephen.

You made your way back to where he was working, moving to kneel at his side, your collar resting in your lap. He barely spared you a glance. You shifted closer, your hands moving to rest on his thighs, still clutching your collar.

“Did I say you could touch me?” He questioned, voice steady and uninterested. But you knew you’d won. That was only a rule during playtime. You pulled your hands back, but you left the collar settled in his lap. He picked it up, leaving his work to run his fingers over the smooth leather.

“Is there a reason you’re acting up?” He questioned. You hung your head.

“I miss you, Sir...You’ve been too busy for me.” You confessed, resisting the urge to fidget, instead keeping your palms flat on your thighs. Your words were enough to make Stephen realize how little attention he’d really been giving you, and a pit opened up in his chest. What kind of Dom was he if he didn’t spare enough time for his pretty little submissive?

“I’m sorry, babydoll. I’ll make it up to you.” He reached down to gently stroke your head. “But you can’t be breaking the rules to get Sir’s attention, can you?”

You shook your head. He patted his lap and you stood slowly. Ever impatient, he guided you to sit in his lap.

You relaxed instantly, just having missed feeling him against you. He carefully fastened the collar and gave it an experimental tug.

“How’s that feel?” He murmured in your ear. You shivered and beamed, eyes falling shut.

“Good. Thank you, Sir.” You hummed out. Stephen didn’t answer. Instead, he nudged you back onto your own two feet.

“Good. But you still need to be taught to behave. Bedroom, get the bamboo paddle.” He ordered. You squeaked. The bamboo was your favorite, and the smirk on Stephen’s face said he knew that too.

“Yes, Sir.” You scurried back to your room with a grin on your lips. You plucked the paddle from it’s hook and laid it on the bed. With a final glance at the door, you knelt on the bed beside it.

It felt like ages before Stephen came in, but you didn’t move a muscle. You could see the proud gleam in his eye, and a wave of arousal washed through you.

“Strip.” You stood and stripped your clothes off, leaving them folded nearly on the chair beside the bed like you’d been taught. Finally, you were standing bare in front of him, your hands clasped behind your back.

Stephen took a long moment to look you over. It really had been too long since he had given you proper attention.

“I think 20 strikes will suffice. 5 for interrupting Sir while he was working, 5 for touching Sir without permission, and 10 for not telling Sir when you need him. Does that sound fair?” Stephen picked up the paddle and weighed it in his hand.

“Yes, Sir.” You knew your limits, and he seemed happy with your answer.

“You remember your safeword?” He guided you to turn around, his hand sprawling across your upper back to gently bend you over. You nodded. “Use your words.”

“Mangoes. It’s mangoes.” You answered. Stephen hummed.

“Hands on the bed. You’re gonna count for me.” He gently teased the edge of the paddle over the swell of your ass, then up your spine and back down. Your hands fisted into the blankets.

Stephen was patient, sometimes irritatingly so. It’s what made him a good surgeon, but it drove you crazy when he strung you out. You let out a startled hiss at the press of the cool paddle to your skin.

“Count.” He reminded, but he hardly gave you a second to process the word before the paddle came down against your ass.

“One,” You squeaked. He soothed over the spot, teasing you with the power he held. Then two more swats in quick succession. “Two, three.”

You were careful to keep up. Four, five, six. But you were growing convinced that Stephen was trying to throw you off simply for the fun of it. Seven, eight, nine. You were squirming, desperation swirling in your stomach. Ten, eleven, twelve. Your hand flew back to protect your increasingly sore backside. Stephen’s hand caught your wrist and he sighed.

“You may want to think twice about that. You know better.” He let you go and you quickly put your hand back where it belonged. The next hit came harder and you yelped. “Count.”

“Thirteen. I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll be good, I promise. I’m sorry.” You pleaded. Stephen didn’t answer, landing a swat right over your sit spots. You’d be feeling it for days, and just the thought had you gushing. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. Tears were welling at the corner of your eyes. Stephen shushed you gently, his free hand running soothing strokes over your back.

“Almost done, kitten. Only four more. You can do that for me, can’t you?” He urged you on sweetly, and you mumbled a barely there affirmation. You relished the tiny break you were given as he caressed the backs of your thighs. You sniffled, and Stephen pressed a few kisses between your shoulder blades.

He continued with his gentle encouragement as he delivered the final swats, fast and hard. Then he sat the paddle aside and helped you to stand straight. You curled into his chest, but he didn’t reprimand you this time. His fingers brushed the few remaining tears away.

“I’m sorry I misbehaved, Sir.” You looked up, and Stephen smirked.

“How sorry, babydoll?” The question made you tip your head, but your sincerity never faltered.

“I’m so so sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

And when you said such precious things, Stephen couldn’t help the way his cock jumped.

“Down, take out my cock.” He ran a hand through your hair before gently guiding you down to your knees. You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you made quick work of his belt and the fastenings on his pants. You tugged them down with his underwear and helped him out of them.

His cock stood half hard and mouthwateringly beautiful in front of your face. Your hand lifted to wrap around it, but you paused just before you touched him fully. You looked up again.

“Sir?”

Stephen continued to run his hand through your hair and gave you a little nod.

“Do as you please.” And you had every intention of doing just that. You reached out to give him a few tugs. His manhood was hot and heavy in your palm as you teased him to full size.

You leaned in and lapped at the head of his cock with a practised ease. You ran your tongue over the vein lining the underside of his shaft. He didn’t make a sound, but his hand tightened in your hair.

You grew tired of the teasing quickly, taking the entirety of his length into your mouth. You suckled, your tongue swirling before you took him deeper. You pressed farther until he was nestled in your throat and your nose bumped against his pelvic bone.

“Hands behind your back. I want to see what you can do with just your mouth.” Stephen commanded. And his voice sounded almost strained, like he was trying to hold back any sign of pleasure. Nevertheless, you obeyed, folding your hands behind you, letting them rest right at the swell of your ass.

You drew off before bobbing your head. You tried to keep yourself steady now as you sucked him off. His groans finally began to come out now, loud and desperate as his hips picked up a rhythm. He held your head steady and fucked into your throat.

You were a mess, spit leaking down your face, and tears streaking your face as you tried to keep your throat open enough to accommodate his sheer size.

“Fuck,” He groaned, head tipping back. You were always so perfect for him, the way you took his cock so well.

Your eyes opened again to look up at him. Even with his head tilted back, his eyes stayed trained on you, dark and steady.

“You’re gonna make me cum right down that pretty little throat.” He warned you, and the thought sent a shock to your core. He was close, you could tell. Your throat was sore, and your lips were swollen, the ache in your jaw was getting worse by the minute, but all you cared about was sucking him dry.

His fingers tightened painfully against your scalp, nestling your head all the way down on his length and shooting rope after rope of cum down your throat. You took it as well as you could, swallowing it down. A bit trickled from the corners of your mouth, leaking down your face with the rest of your mess.

Stephen beamed down at you, and his hands moved to smooth your hair. He hooked two fingers into the ring of your collar and tugged you back to your feet.

“Are you okay?” He asked, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. He always thought you looked so perfect after you went down on him. You nodded a little.

“Am I forgiven, Sir?” You asked sweetly. Stephen chuckled once again, but he nodded.

“All forgiven. Now come on. I haven’t been taking care of you. Sir has a lot to make up for too.”

Tag List: @dragonofthenorth0726​ // @vozit​ // @realgaytrash​ // @i-love-books-so-fricking-much​ // @nikkiofasgard​ // @duvetsandpillows​

#stephen strange imagine #stephen strange smut #doctor strange imagine #doctor strange smut #kinktober 2020 #stephen strange #doctor strange #imagine #smut #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu smut #marvel cinematic universe #marvel cinematic universe imagine #marvel cinematic universe smut #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel smut #wandas-sunshine

[rose-sereniteeth]

[1] A scandal @ Seventeen’s

[Sereniverse]: [1]

Pairing: dom!Jeonghan, dom!Joshua, switch!Hoshi x sub!reader, (Chan cameo :3)

Word count: 1.8k

Genre & Warnings: kinda idol!au, poly!seventeen, crack, sexual themes, suggestive, maybe smut if I ever write it, sir kink if u squint, explicit language

Summary: In which the boys look way too tasty after a formal appointment and you just can't hide your feelings, leading to Joshua, Hoshi and Jeonghan showing you how good they can make you feel.

A/N: this is the first thing I really ever wrote plus the first time I’m posting shits on tumblr so pls don’t kill me :) I’m proud! Confident enough to post it... Imma prolly add the spicy part at some point, I just don’t know when yet and I’ll also not guarantee anything. Anyways I hope u enjoy this non-proofread piece of text :3 ~B

Inspired by:

"I want Hoshi's lips on my neck real bad traveling to my shoulder and collar bones and leaving marks on their way"

You felt him right behind you and you could hear the smirk in his voice "Hey there, little kitty." He stepped even closer and couldn't stop himself from touching you, his hands now resting on your hips. Your heart stopped as you kept staring at Joshua who had just leaned back in his chair, dashing smile evident on his lips. Though it was more smug than usual.

Hoshi's right hand crept up from your hip over your chest to grab your chin and tilt your head a little to the side. You felt his chest press to your back. He just wanted a taste. He lowered his head to your shoulder and used his free hand to push your hoodie away from it. He glanced at Joshua, whose smile faded slowly as he was instead biting his bottom lip when Hoshi started placing small, feather-light kisses to your skin.

He worked his way from your shoulder up to your neck, where he started nipping at the skin. Your eyes fluttered shut and you had to use all your strength to not sigh and completely melt into Hoshi's touch. You tried to steady your senses by grabbing onto Hoshi's hand that was still bending your head to the side but the quietly seated Joshua, who was watching Hoshi's every move intently, enjoying your reactions, didn't approve of that "Tssk, don't let her do that, she is not in control."

Following the elder's instructions, Hoshi took his hand from your jaw briefly to grab both of your wrists and hold them behind your back with just his left hand. As you tried tugging yourself free timidly Hoshi grabbed your jaw with his now free right hand again harshly. His voice was right next to your ear now, low and intimidating "Don't even think about it, little Kitty."

You whimpered at his words which, apparently, wasn't enough for Joshua, who seemed to be in charge of the whole situation. In the blink of an eye he stood right before you, tilting your head with his thumb and index finger so you had to look at him. Hoshi's hand had shifted and had now settled on your neck as he didn't stop marking your skin. A small noise left your lips as he delivered one particularly harsh suck to your delicate skin. Joshua came even closer. You could feel his breath on your face as he spoke "Didn't Hoshi tell you something?" He still smiled and you wondered how someone could look as angelic and yet intimidating as him. "I will punish you if you don't answer him soon, Sweetpea." His words sent shivers down your spine and heat to your core as you mumbled a little "Yes". 

"I couldn't hear you, Princess." Joshua's low voice made him even more intimidating than he already was as he stared down at you intensely. "Y-yes" you repeated, louder this time but not as strong as you had hoped. "Yes what?" He asked. 

"Yes.. Sir." 

Your brain momentarily short circuited at what you had just said and it didn't help that Joshua pressed a small kiss of approval to your hairline before getting back into his seat.

"Now be a good girl and let us have our way with you." He added, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, Sir." Joshua smiled at your obedience. "Just like that. Good Kitty."

You didn't even notice that Hoshi had let go of your wrists, his hand moving down your belly now when suddenly the door opened and a very clueless Chan entered the room, originally wanting to get his charger. As he saw you standing in front of Joshua, Hoshi behind you, holding you in place, he stopped dead in his tracks. His surprised stare quickly turned into a cheeky grin, winking at Joshua first and then looking at Hoshi, whose hand had stopped creeping downwards and whose merciless lips gave your already marked skin a break for a moment.

A soft "Fuck" left Chan's lips at the sight of you at Hoshi's and Joshua's mercy. You looked at him hazily, panting.

He shot a grin to Joshua and backed out of the room with a sly smirk to let them continue what they had started with you. 

Hoshi gave Joshua a questioning look as he waited for the go of his Hyung. It made you question what they had done in the past; how this hierarchy had formed. When Joshua gave a quick "Go on, Hoshi" you almost moaned at the stern tone in his voice. 

Hoshi then turned you around so you were facing him and slowly walked towards you. You backed off as far as you could but your back soon hit the wall behind you. Hoshi came impossibly close. He lifted his hand and brushed a strand of hair out of your face which caused your heart to skip a beat when suddenly the door sprung open yet again and an extremely good-looking Jeonghan entered the room. "I heard you were having fun without me." "Seems like the kid talked, huh?" Joshua stated with a smirk.

Jeonghan wore a black dress shirt, unlike the white ones Hoshi and Joshua were wearing. All of the boys had dressed formally today and you had almost drooled earlier when you saw them in their suits and dress shirts, trying your best to not gawk at them like a teenage fangirl. Needless to say that you failed miserably which ultimately led to the situation you were in right now. 

Jeonghan stood next to Joshua now, both of the men that had tortured you for the last minutes looking at him expectantly. It was an understatement to say that you were scared. Mostly for your sanity. Jeonghan took a moment to look at the state you were in, before he chuckled. The sound made the small hairs on your arms stand. 

His next words made you wonder whether you were in hell or in heaven. Probably something in between.

"Joshua, please close the door for me. Hoshi, put this on her eyes." Jeonghan said as he crossed the room, sitting down in the big armchair across from the bed. He loosened his black tie and Hoshi wasted no time fetching it from him, returning back to you.

Joshua immediately got up and closed the door, returning to his seat right after. A thank you was heard from the man that had just entered the room.

At the same time Hoshi turned back to you, a cocky grin on his plump lips as he took your hand to pull you to the middle of the room. You were standing right before Jeonghan now who watched you like a predator stalking his prey. 

You felt Hoshi's body right behind you as he blindfolded you with the tie he had been given. As he did so, he placed wet kisses on your neck and shoulders and you shuddered under his touch. 

"Good boy, Hoshi" you heard Jeonghan coo when Hoshi had finished what he was told. 

"Now what should we do with this little dessert in front of us?" Jeonghan questioned next. 

"Hmm," Joshua said, "she has been good for us, but not good enough yet. I believe the little Tiger should turn her into a little whiny mess, cumming on his fingers, making her beg for more." The smile was still evident in his honey-like voice but you thought to yourself that the cute and sweet Joshua you knew must have been replaced by a demon.

You could hear Jeonghan shift in his seat. "That sounds like a grand idea, Joshua, but I would want to make one simple change…" he said. "I will make her writhe and shiver, turn her into a little whiny mess and make her cum all over my fingers."

Your soul left your body.

"But-" you heard Hoshi try to protest but he was quickly cut off by Joshua "Aish! No complaining Hoshi or did you forget what happened last time?" If it wasn't for the blindfold you would have seen Hoshi's eyes widen as he remembered just what had happened last time he talked back at his Hyungs. "N-no, I- no, I did not forget. I'm… sorry. I'm sorry! Sounds like a good plan!!" He stuttered.

"Thought so" was all Joshua had to say to that, his attention shifting to you again. 

"(Y/N), Pumpkin, come here, sit in my lap." Jeonghan said, standing up to help you find him. He took your hand gently and led you in the direction of his seat. Your heart hammered in your chest like it wanted to jump out as he sat down and pulled you into his lap, your back to his chest. 

Hoshi made a small noise from where he stood and you could hear Joshua's sweet voice cooing at him "Hoshi love, c'mere baby." 

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About three hours later Joshua was carrying you down the staircase. You clung onto him as if you were scared he might disappear as he comforted you with his sweet words and kissed your face and hair over and over again, telling you how good you had done for them.

They had wrecked you completely. You were sure that you had never felt as good before as they made you feel. You would for sure remember that night and you would probably have a hard time walking straight for a while.

When Jeonghan opened the door to the main living area you were met with ten very curious pairs of eyes. They had heard everything. Every noise you made and every moan that escaped your lips. 

"Jesus, what did you do to her?" Minghao questioned the three men that were bringing you to Joshua's bedroom as he stood up quickly, looking at your small form. Hoshi couldn't stop a small smile from spreading over his face, saying "Ah.. You know.. this and that.." as he scratched the back of his head. 

"Her neck is completely red and purple..!" Woozi stated excitedly.

Mingyu, who was seated on the sofa to the right, crossed his arms "And you didn't even tell me! I've wanted to do that for ages!!" He cried out, scandalized. 

Now it was Vernon's turn to stand up. He crossed the room and brushed your disheveled hair out of your face. "Are you okay? Is she okay, guys?" He first asked you and then the other three. He was a bit worried even if he knew he didn't have to be. Even though you didn't really have your senses under control and couldn't open your eyes properly, you heard his question and felt the need to answer "Mmmh, yes Sir. 'M good."

Hearing that, Seungkwan spat the tea he had just been sipping across the room. “YES WHAT???” He was the one looking scandalized now. 

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[kaiowut99]

99% - GX Season 2 Opening: “I Fits I Sits” (WIP) 

this scene is still adorable ngl

So, I’ve been at work the past three weeks since finishing my 5D’s Dub-Uncut Ep. 24 getting ready to finalize my Season 2 subs, which means it’s time to revisit 99%’s Season 2 opening video for translating! In my first go-around, while I did use the textless video to fully translate the credits and lyrics, I opted to use subtitles on Chronos’s placard here and the names that pop up for each character since I wasn’t all that versed in Photoshop and was limited with Sony Vegas.  Now, about (...however long ago I first subbed episode 53 how has it been that long) and quite a few animation fixes later, I thought my particular set of skills has expanded quite a bit--enough so to try and realize what I’d wanted to do back then but couldn’t by fully translating the OP, names included!

Here, you see some of that in action--after I took time to recreate the name boxes throughout the opening (text and a transparent box on a transparent background to overlay), I took each frame involving placard (after a still) or Chronos movement and Pharaoh’s name sliding in and edited it to both translate Chronos’s placard (which involved getting more familiar with Vanishing Point lol) and digitize out Pharaoh’s name box, which meant also redrawing Chronos’s uniform/hair/pants ruffles and Pharaoh’s tail accordingly on top of it.  I also used the frame as Chronos jumps in which he disappears for a second as backup to consistently edit the chair behind him in each frame.  Admittedly daunting since it was about 14 frames to edit, but as you see above, I think it came out really well! Gif #1 is the original while Gif #2 is my translation; as a bonus, Gif #3 is the translation with Pharaoh’s name covered up, since I thought it’d be neat to include.  Had 4Kids thought to use this in their OP, it might be how it’d look, lol.

And, being in Rome and all, once I wrapped up the V1 of this scene (used in 53-84, the one with gloating Chronos and annoyed Napoleon), I figured like a madman that I may as well take care of the V2 for later (used in 85-104, the one with dejected Chronos and a gloating Napoleon after Samejima comes back).  Having done most of the scene already, it just involved me taking the first few frames of dejected Chronos moving from the in-episode opening (since it wasn’t released textless; once Chronos starts to jump up, both versions use the same footage) and, because the in-episode opening is zoomed in a bit compared to the textless version I’m using, resizing them in Photoshop for easy matching with my previous edits, as I then put a bigger crossout on his placard, redrew Chronos’s hair to wipe out the credits, and copied Napoleon’s right eyebrow with some slight tweaks to cover up the credit on his left one (thanks for being so symmetrical).  I also took the frames from the IEOP with Pharaoh’s name sliding in/the extra-crossed-out placard flying and resized them to fit into the textless frames; that lets me get a textless version of this V2 OP ready to release for folks.  Gif #4 is how that looks, while Gif #5 shows my translation with an extra layer of marker crossout.😂 (poor Chronos)

Once the frames were edited, I just plopped everything into Sony Vegas to get everything moving; I touched up a few spots here/there, but overall, once I put in the frames, it looked pretty solid!

I added photos 6-9 to show an example of the coverup I did while the placard was in mid-air; in this frame, Pharaoh’s tail and Chronos’s hair were redrawn to cover up Pharaoh’s name, while the placard was blanked so I could put my translation on, then match the crossouts.  For the V2 crossout, I mostly matched the placement on the Japanese one, just tweaked a little for consistency with how I’d made it go just past the L on top and on the bottom.  For the frames after where Chronos is in view fully standing, I did redraw his ruffles and think I did a good enough job there; luckily, the name will be blocking much of the view of any drawing slipups I made, lol.

But yeah, so there’s this; I think this might’ve been the toughest one to do, but I’m going to work on the one with Chronos and his deck next.  That’ll be interesting, since it’ll involve perspective Vanishing Point work with the placard, and then in V2 dealing with Chronos as he moves and pouts, haha.  Stay tuned!

Also, BONUS:

#GX #yugioh gx #yugioh #ygo #ygo gx #Chronos de Medici #Pharaoh #VP Napoleon #longest-runtime ygo opening checking in #i think this V2 edit for Chronos's head is much smoother than my last go-around #then again #given that was me manipulating his head in later frames in Sony Vegas #i think that's a given lol #also Tumblr's new gif limit coming in clutch! #remember that time i made gifs as i posted my new subbed episodes lolol #...i just realized I won't have a still of Chronos's deck to work with like I will with the others #...crapbaskets #i guess i'll make some proxies to cover up his name box lol #subbing rambling #my gifs

[medea10]

My Review of Magical Girl Site

How did I get into this anime? I…huh…Good question! I don’t recall. Probably some other anime reviewers mentioned it and I put it on the Amazon/Netflix list hoping I won’t have to watch it any time soon. Two years later and here we are!

Aya Asagiri’s life is a living hell. She is constantly bullied at school and no one does a thing to stop it. Her teachers don’t care about her well-being. Her father barely notices she exists. And to top it off, her brother beats the crap out of her just for him to relieve stress! Is it any wonder that she wants to commit suicide? One night, her computer mysteriously turns on to a website, promoting Aya to become a magical girl. She brushed it off and thought nothing of it…

That is until the next morning when she finds a note and a gun in her shoe locker. After being tortured by her bullies and almost raped, she finds herself at the end of her ropes and pulls out the mysterious gun. When she pulled the trigger, her bullies disappeared. Turns out, the targets are transported to another place. In the case of some of her bullies, they were transported to in front of a moving train.

Karma, bitches!

It’s unknown why Aya was specifically chosen to become a magical girl, but fellow magical girl Yatsumura feels she could use Aya’s magic to combat a looming threat to other magical girls. But they must not overuse their magic, otherwise they will die.

BETWEEN THE SUB AND THE DUB: As of this moment, this anime seems to be in the capable hands of Amazon Prime. And we all know how well they treat animes, right?! Hahaha! Funny! Anyways, don’t expect a dub! The cast seems to be comprised of many female seiyuus I’m not particularly familiar with. I mean with the exception of Aina Suzuki, I hear her sounds every day thanks to the Love Live game apps! Add to that the creepy, raspy voice of Frieza playing the site administrator! One voice actor however I heard the second he let out a creepy, hygena-like laugh, I knew exactly who this crazy bastard was! Nobuhiko Okamoto plays a great psychopath. Here’s what you might recognize these folks from.

*Aya is played by Yuuko Oono

*Yatsumura is played by Himika Akaneya

*Sarina is played by Haruka Yamazaki (known for Ruka on Hayate the Combat Butler, Mero on Monster Musume, Aika on High School DxD, and Natsumi on Danganronpa 3)

*Nijimi is played by Yuu Serizawa (known for Shera on How Not to Summon a Demon Lord)

*Shioi is played by Aina Suzuki (known for Mari on Love Live Sunshine)

AUTOMATICLY THROWN ON DISLIKED LIST: Okay children, who automatically ends up on my hate list for life?

Fuckers who commit rape and fuckers who kill animals for fun!

Damn right! Give this anime some credit for not showing Aya’s bullies throwing a cat in front of a moving train. If this were 10 years ago, they probably would have animated it and I would have been puking afterward. I’m not sure which of Aya’s bullies threw a cat in front of a moving train, but for the time being, I’m throwing them all on the list.

And while I’m here, Sarina! She was like the ring-leader in the bullying of Aya. I’m almost certain she’s the bitch that killed the stray cat but I have no proof of that. With my history with horrible people like that, I have no sympathy for bullies in the slightest and feel she got what was coming to her. Bitch, you got that big, ugly scar on your neck for a reason. You got what was coming!

DEFINITELY BELONGS IN DISLIKE HISTORY: Now that I got the usual gripe off my chest, gotta add Aya’s onii-chan, Kaname! Sweet merciful crap, do I love hearing Nobuhiko Okamoto play a psychopath, but this is going way too far. And Kaname is just irredeemable! He has this complex that makes him think he’s on God-tier and everyone else is beneth him. Now I do have to hate Kaname and Aya’s father for placing this kind of pressure on Kaname and beating the shit out of him if he gets bad grades. But good fuck, this guy just pushes past the line of no return when he tries to manipulate little girls, steal their power, and lose control. And this wasn’t like he had no control over his own body and wants to stop this from happening! Kaname meant every thing he did to his sister and her friends. OH…and that one guy he forced to off himself! I just can’t even with this guy!

SHIPPING: I know a lot of people ship the hell out of Aya and Yatsumura and yeah, I can see that and I would ship them too. But for reals, I just want these two girls to live a life of peace together for as long as they’re around. For fuck’s sake, did you see the shit they put up with in their lives? Aya was bullied relentlessly at home and school. Yatsumura watched her whole family be slaughtered by a creep. These girls deserve some sort of peace! I know this is the shipping category, but I felt the need to say this.

STICKS: Okay anime, what are you doing? Aya uses a magical gun! Sarina uses a magical yo-yo! Nijimi uses magical panties (insert immature laugh here)! Yatsumura uses a magical remote! How hard is it to have them say that! And I probably shouldn’t put blame on the anime and holler at the manga! But calling magical items “Sticks”, that feels…I don’t want to say stupid, but I can’t think of any other word to go along with that. I just feel like the manga was on some deadline and they were frantically finishing what to call their magical items and just went “FUCK IT, IT’S STICKS”.

COULD HAVE FOOLED ME: In the “Could have fooled me” category we have a boy who identifies as a girl magical girl! Man, 2018 definitely was the progressive AF year! I mean, we had Lily from Zombieland Saga, we had the girls who transformed into magical buff men in Magical Girl Ore, and now THIS! So we have Kiyo! An openly transgendered magical girl that’s not a token joke! Okay, well done guys! Pearl points all around!

ENDING: Early in the series, we learned about a moment called “The Tempest”. A catastrophic even set to take place once enough negative energy is caught. There are a lot of Magical Girl Site administrators that take advantage of “POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS”. They pick the most unfortunate girls as pawns in their game. And once “The Tempest” hits, everyone will die and the world will start over anew. Aya and Yatsumura end up meeting new magical girl allies and even a few that were coersed by different administrators. Not to mention one of Aya’s bullies is a magical girl too with a score to settle! What could be worse?

How about we add Aya’s disgusting brother to this mix?! As I’ve mentioned before, Aya’s brother Kaname would use Aya as a personal punching bag in order to get rid of stress. When Aya became a magical girl, she would spend more time with Yatsumura or the other girls, leaving Kaname to go without slugging his sister. So fuckface over here manipulates another magical girl, Nijimi to do what he says. This leads to him stealing Nijimi’s underwear and gaining her magical power of mind control. I never thought I would have to say a sentence like that, but here we are.

Kaname went out of control with this power as he managed to injure all of the girls and give a fatal blow to Nijimi. But another possible enemy dropped a bomb on us when they kidnapped Kaname. THEN, these girls are targeted at Nijimi’s funeral and they almost died. Add another plot-twist, a police officer that’s been seen from time to time in a lot of the tragedies in the show is in cahoots with one of the magical girl site administrators. This keeps getting fuckier by the minute! Well, the girls felt it was time to take action and try to take out the administrators that screwed them with this doomed fate. But once they took out one of the administrators, they came across an ugly truth.

Sight administrators are magical girls who died previously!

Yeah, not that big of a shock! Madoka Magica gave us magical girls who end up so corrupt that they become witches they’re supposed to fight. While some of the administrators ended up falling to these girls, Nana (the creepy one we’ve been watching since ep 1) is the hardest one to take out. She ends up killing Yatsumura (because she used up too much of her power), but then manipulates her to become an administrator.

Once she manipulated Yatsumura, she ends up going after Aya. And after a lot of back-and-forth between the two girls, Yatsumura was able to snap out of Nana’s control and they managed to take out Nana. And we end the series with a brighter future for Aya and Yatsumura as their lives become a little less unfortunate.

Yeah, few issues here!

1.) There are still a butt-load of site administrators. Isn’t there still a “Tempest” going to happen? 2.) Aya and Yatsumura’s lives aren’t in danger anymore after using fuck-tons of their power? WTF?! 3.) What was the point of Aya shooting herself to get Yatsumura back? I am not following you. Is this some sort of Insception shit?! 4.) That detective! Misumi was his name? Why was he just casually talking to Nana a few episodes back? 5.) Why don’t we see him until the final few moments in the finale? 6.) WHY DID HE RAPE KANAME?! 7.) WHY WAS THIS SCENE A THING? 8.) I don’t want to say Kaname deserved it, buuuuuut… Uuuggghhh…Mumble, mumble. I can’t finish that thought. 9.) These site administrators are probably pissed and are going to want revenge on these magical girls. What’s going on here?

…Let me guess, I need to read the manga to get all my questions answered…

FUCKING FIGURES!

Seriously...what Misumi did. That scene is forever etched in my brain forever. Next to that scene of Kaname wiggling his junk in front of a guy.

This anime was pretty bad. No wait...

This anime was way too edgy for me! Episode 1 was just absolute torture porn involving Aya. The first episode managed to combine the bully scene in Vivid Strike, the puppy killing scene in Elfen Lied, and every bullying episode of Hell Girl all into one single episode. As for the rest of this series, they go above and beyond to grab some of the worst aspects of other animes and implement them here. Aya’s older brother almost has a God-complex that rivals that of Light Yagami of Death Note. Nijimi has a devoted fan that’s almost crossing over from the movie Perfect Blue. Body mutilation scenes on levels not seen since Higurashi! And fill this world up with the worst kinds of humans imaginable like in Elfen Lied! This was just too much hatred! Too much!

Add to that, there’s absolutely no resolution to this story. Yes, Aya and Yatsumura are alive and together. But guys, there are still some other-worldly strong site administrators looming! Tempest is still happening. KANAME IS STILL FUCKING ALIVE…literally and figuratively speaking! And with how much this anime has been panned by anime fans across the board, I doubt if this anime will ever receive a sequel. Guys, if you want a really good 12-episode anime about magical girls with an edge, just watch Madoka Magica. But if you’re a curious idiot like me, whatever, you do you!

As this anime is an Amazon Prime exclusive, I’m afraid that’s the only legal outlet for this.

Now that this is over, my next Amazon/Netflix/Crunchyroll anime is…

Grand Blue!

Oh, it’s set in a cute ocean town. Am I going to enjoy some cute absurdity like I did with Tsuritama?

Sort of!

OH GOOD FUCK, WHAT FRAT HOUSE WAS THIS BIRTHED FROM?!

#anime review #magical girl site #mahou shoujo site #aya asagiri #tsuyuno yatsumura #kaname asagiri #sarina shizukume

[zksdjkzjxj]

good boy baby

⚠️ warnings : stray kids smut, nsfw han jisung, sub!jisung, dom!reader

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[8:56 pm]

you had just finished up at work and you were making your way home from a long and exhausting day at your awfully boring office job. you were looking forward to seeing your best friend, jisung, who was waiting at your apartment for you to arrive home. you hadn’t seen jisung in almost 3 weeks since your schedules never aligned and you were really excited to see him. jisung was undeniably good looking, you had to admit that you had a small crush on him, but nothing major.

you knocked on the door shouting “i’m home!” hoping that jisung would hear you, however he didn’t. you fumbled around for your house keys in your handbag and eventually finding them, you opened your door hoping to see his bright smiling face, but he wasn’t there. his bags and half eaten chinese takeout was on your dining table, “sungie?” you said just loud enough for him to hear. you knocked on your bathroom door, “jisung are you in there?”, no response. you heard a noise coming from your bedroom door, a moaning. you figured he was just laying on your bed, playing the nintendo switch in your room, because he always wants to play with it. you peaked your head through your bedroom door to see jisung laying half naked on your bed, pumping his thick cock and moaning. he looked so ethereal, the lustful whines coming from his slightly parted lips, his hair bouncing with every movement he made, he looked so beautiful, for a moment you fell in love.

he hadn’t seen you yet, but you weren’t sure whether you should interrupt of just leave him. watching him jerk himself off in your own bedroom kind of turned you on, he looked so precious and innocent sitting there pleasing himself, something dark inside you made you want to take control of the situation. you cleared your throat so that he’d notice that you were standing there. quickly he jumped off your bed and pulling his pants up, his big bulge still noticeable in the black jeans he was wearing. “oh my god, y/n! i’m so sorry i thought you were coming home at 9:30!! please forgive me i’m so sorry that was so indecent of me” he whimpered, unable to look you in the eyes. “i didn’t realise you missed me that much” you laughed, gesturing to the large boner in his pants. you sat down on your bed, patting the spot next to you for him to come sit next to you. you could practically hear how fast his heart was beating. he came and sat down next to you, putting his hands over crotch to try to hide his bulge. “it’s ok jisungie” you said, reassuring him that you had no problem with it.

you grabbed his hands out from his lap and took them in your own, using your left hand to lift his head up so you could look him in the eyes. his big dark eyes reflected the twinkling lights in your room. “you’re so cute like this sungie” you chuckled, smashing your lips into his. his eyes opened so wide in shock, you pushed him back so you were on top of him, pinning him onto the bed putting one leg on each side of his tiny body. he kissed back quickly, hoping by the end of the night he’d be able to cum. about 5 minutes later, jisung was naked on his top half, and left only in his boxers, while you had only unbuttoned your white blouse and nothing else, revealing your cleavage to the boy. “w-woah” jisung said under his breath, panting, trying to get some oxygen into his lungs after the hot makeout session. “it was very naughty of you to get off in my bedroom sungie” you sternly hissed into his ear. confused by the sudden dominant nature you had, jisung couldn’t find the words to respond. you had never shown any signs of control in your friendship, and honestly, jisung picked you as a submissive kind of person. “now, sungie, if you’re okay with it, i’ll help you get off tonight. but on one condition.” your fingers trailed along his chest, tracing each abdominal muscle on his stomach. “you only cum when i say you can, do you understand baby boy?” you questioned. “yes mommy” he whined,

“yes what? baby boy.”

“i’ll only cum when you say i can mommy”

“good boy, baby.”

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an: hi guys!! this is my first smut in like 6 months so please bare with me if it’s bad LOL. let me know if you want a part 2 of this smut! if i get around to doing it, it might take a while since high school is pretty stressful!! writing tips and suggestions are encouraged if you’d like to submit something in my inbox <3 love u <3 thanks for 1.3k+ followers <3

#stray kids smut #jisung smut #han jisung smut #bang chan smut #chan smut #woojin smut #minho smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #seungmin smut #felix smut

[justlightthefirstspark]

As promised, my analysis/opinion/thought piece on today’s MUWFC game vs Spurs. Everything is chronological which I feel like should go without saying but in the interest of clarity 🤷🏽‍♀️ but not everything is tagged to the minute cause I am an idiot that didn’t realise that that would be helpful til like the 2nd half. Also, if I missed anything, or got players mixed up or anything pls lemme know and I’ll edit accordingly! I’ve never really done any from of sports based writing before (I don’t think tweets count lol) so pls be nice, merci 😘

Line up as follows, I guess this is pretty common knowledge but you know, coherency and such.

Tbh it was kinda hard to see *a lot* of this game, especially on the far side of the pitch and by both goals because of the weather, felt like I was watching Silent Hill for a little while there, but I did my best. My wifi is also horrendous atm, and we all know that the FA Player can be problematic so there’s a very good chance I might have missed something due to a lag or buffering btw. Just drop me an ask if you notice anything that mightn’t be quite right, and I’ll fix it asap! Some ~analysis~ (if you could call it that lol) is more detailed than other bits cause there was a lot happening and today I learned that it’s kinda hard to write one thing and watch another at the same time lol

First half:

Quick, fast and almost successful start. A much-needed improvement on the stagnancy vs Bristol a few weeks ago, and obviously we couldn’t see the midweek game vs Brighton so I can’t compare them.

I have to say I’m not a massive fan of all the back passes, all the time. I think a more attacking FB might be needed in the summer, or maybe Ökvist should be given some time to acclimatise to the WSL soon? I was never the biggest fan of Harris last season, I personally don’t think she’s fast enough – she gets outpaced down the flank by attackers 90% of the time, which isn’t good. I think A. Turner is the strongest FB option currently, at least defensively, and she’s shown she has a decent attacking ability, and has a wicked long ball, as well as crossing. My only issue is sometimes those tackles of hers can be a liability, giving away unnecessary fouls. It’s almost like she doesn’t think before she flies in sometimes, which is a shame, cause I love them. A lot.

There were a couple of really good chances in the first half, including a great ball in and run up from Galton, which should have resulted in probably the opening goal but whether it was as a result of the weather or just misjudged timing and placement from both Ross and Sigsworth, the chance went to waste. Groenen had an excellent chance to net her first for United but unfortunately sent it just wide. Another glorious link up between A. Turner and Galton led to another decent chance, a gorgeous cross in from the right to the opposite side of the box, and the perfect header which unfortunately was aimed straight at the keeper. Very unlucky to head in at the break with nothing.

There was an incredible double save from Earps around halfway through the first half. I have to say, I have some anxieties with her sometimes. She is quite good, but has a tendency to make some silly mistakes, and doesn’t always make the right call for a save. But my god she was on her game today, even if a potential error might have led to the first save. Didn’t disappoint me anytime she was called on this afternoon.

A few frustrations started to show around the 30 min mark, a few sloppy passes and challenges making the rounds. It was also around this time that I realized I’d picked a pretty poor game to start this thing on because I could barely see anything.

Zelem seems to be back in form, which can only be a good thing. But I would very much like it if somehow she could drag some of the other girls back up with her.

There were a fair few soft calls going Spurs way, which I wasn’t entirely convinced by. But then again I’m probably just naturally biased towards my girls.

Another great ball in to Sigsworth from A. Turner which was just *chefs kiss* but unfortunately came to nothing. There was also a spin move either to commit or avoid a challenge, I couldn’t really tell tbh, which was very impressive, as was her chase down on Mitchell at around 43 mins. (Amy’s my favourite player, can you tell?)

Booking for Kirsty Smith just before half time, but I gotta be honest I couldn’t see it due to the fog, so I have no idea what happened. Couldn’t find anything about it in the United post-match report either so apparently we’re just deleting that from the history of the earth which is completely fine by me to be honest.

Second half:

My main takeaway from this game is that both Sigsworth and Ross always seem to be looking for the same ball in the penalty area, and there very rarely seems to be anybody else around looking for a potential rebound. I think that James (who missed today’s game due to suspension) seems to be our main (only?) front line creator and finisher; Sigsworth is fine, that girl works like a dog and always gets the job done, I think she may have just needed another goal to boost her confidence, but I have no real concerns with her. Ross, however, I’m not entirely convinced by, I think a lot of her finishes have been a bit lucky and flukey so far. I’d start Toone over her for the rest of the season to be honest, Ross hasn’t done anything that tells me she deserves the starting place. Feel free to disagree with this of course, this is just my own personal opinion.

56 mins – confusion has entered the chat. McManus ends up pretty much through on goal, and then the ref whistles for what I assumed to be an offside. So naturally I nearly kicked my laptop out the window. The ref then awards a United penalty, and I’m even more confused now than I was in the beginning. I genuinely didn’t see anything but did hear a few shouts from what I’m assuming was the United bench for handball, so I have no idea what happened here.

‘58 – GOAL. Who else? God bless Katie Zelem is all I’m saying.

‘61 – Hanson 🔁 Ross. I think this was a good swap. I don’t think Ross was particularly good today, and Hanson immediately sparked that RW. I would have subbed Ross off sooner but that’s my only issue.

’64 – GOAL – Sigsworth with a pretty perfect if slightly scruffy strike from a corner.

A much better corner than previous attempts, and Spurs hadn’t defended any of them particularly well. I think that we have a major issue with set pieces, I dunno what exactly the problem is, whether they need to allocate a new taker or whatever but before today had we scored from a corner all season? Lemme knowwww.

’65 – A few decent chances for Spurs around this time. One pretty clear run in from the right, and one or two shots bounced right of the crossbar and the post. Basically my heart stopped for about 8 mins.

’66 – I DO NOT WANT TO SEE BACK PASSES IN THE BOX AS OPPOSITION PLAYERS SWARM IN. CLEAR IT. I DON’T CARE WHERE IT GOES JUST GET IT OUT. (sorry for the caps but my anxiety was out in force this afternoon)

United started playing much better after both goals, think they just needed a kick up the arse. *Ahem* A confidence boost. 👀 Much better intensity for the final 30 mins than the previous 60 imo.

’68 – Another decent chance for Spurs, with Earps coming way too far off her line than sat right with me. Very lucky nothing came of that.

’69-72 – Around this time I started to get *very* confused between Amy and Abbie cause they both had yellow boots on and literally the only thing I could see on the far side of the pitch was feet. That was fun.

’73 – The wasteful corners made a return. Slightly less panicked about that one considering we were already 2-0 up but still, I would like to see the glaring set piece issue sorted asap thanks girls x

’75ish – Toone 🔁 Groenen. Man I love Jackie Groenen. She really has been immense for us so far, and there’s a definite difference in how we play without her.

’78 – Harris 🔁 M. Turner. I’ve said my piece about Harris above but man, can we take a second to appreciate Millie Turner. She never, ever stops. Literally the heart of our defence.

’86 – GOAL – Oh captain, my captain. Beautiful strike from a free kick just outside the box, with the perfect bend around the wall and subsequently the keeper to make it 3-0.

United were very obviously stronger in the second half, almost looked like a completely different team at times. Whether they just got the hairdryer treatment at the half (I would imagine Casey is terrifying when she’s mad.) or the goals gave them that spark they desperately needed to kick on, they definitely made up for all the missed chances in the first half.

’90 – 4 additional minutes.

’92 – Another United free kick. McManus found herself almost clear in (again!), but due to an unlucky fumble with the ball at her feet unfortunately nothing came from this one. Surely a 4th goal otherwise.

’93 – FIIIIIIIIGHT. Kinda. You love to see it. Spend a little while conducting some, scientific research 🌚 and have concluded that Toone was tackled from behind just as the ball left her feet, which led to the ~scuffle~. Have to say that Amy walking away with Ella was extremely 🥰🥰🥰 (This is my research - https://twitter.com/48hours8/status/1218896406020349953?s=21)

’94 – Red card for Tooney. I would assume for her reaction more than anything but the camera didn’t catch it so I guess we’ll never know. I would have thought a yellow would suffice, considering that’s all the Spurs player in question received, but apparently not. 🤔 I’m still kinda confused tbh.

’95 – Full time.

Thus concludes what was certainly an interesting match. Please enjoy this comparison of United vs Spurs chaotic energy from @danieljamesmufc

Also thanks for reading if you got this far, it’s a bit stop-starty and clunky cause I just wrote down thoughts and whatever as they came into my head and then pieced it all together later on. I also just wanna say that I was massively impressed with Smith today. She hasn’t had many chances to prove herself this season, but that combo of herself and Galton down the left was lethal today imo. 🔥

Some extra thoughts:

I’m not a huge fan (like, at all) of fans singing men’s orientated chants. Let the women’s rivalries develop on their own, in their own way, and don’t drag the vulgarities across! That said, I do think that particular group of United fans has the potential to be a very, very good thing.

Also, just wanna say that these are my girls, and I would die for every single one of them. None of my criticism is meant to be intentionally negative, I just tried to be as objective and realistic as possible, without being a fangirl lol. Even my faves aren’t immune to criticism unfortunately.

And this picture is now my favourite thing ever to exist

#that was actually pretty fun to write #living for katie and jess scoring in the same game #this took longer than i care to admit #pls be nice i’m fragile lol #muwfc #manchester united women #my writing

[bizarrewritings-blog]

Change Pt. 2 - B.B. ~ NSFW

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky gets curious as his girl wants to change things up in the bedroom

Word count: 2,956

Warnings: Smut! 18+ only! Sub!Bucky, Multiple orgasms, sex toys, unprotected sex, so much filth

Part 1

Previously: His chest was heaving fast, regret written over his face as his cock kept twitching, little drops of cum still leaking from the tip, adding to the small puddle under his navel. You let out a heavy sigh, giving him a disappointed look. "I-I'm so sorry." He chocked out, sounding like he was close to crying. "I didn't mean to, you looked so hot." He tried to reason but you didn't care. You sighed again before turning around to reach inside your bedside drawer to pull something out you were both very familiar with. You turned back, showing Bucky your favorite Hitachi vibrator. You bit back a grin as his eyes widened. He gulped hard as his cock twitched, slowly hardening again.

"So you wanna cum, mh? Then you're going to, a couple more times."

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"I said I'm sorry!" Bucky whined, not completely ready for what was about to overcome him. He knew he could come multiple times, his stamina enhanced thanks to the serum. He could get hard in under a minute after an orgasm. But he never tried to come more than once, always too exhausted after jerking off. So this was a whole new level for him.

"Well sweetheart, i don't care." You smiled up at him. You had just finished tying his feet to the other end of the bed so he won't be able to toss around too much. "I want you to use colours, alright? Green for go, yellow for slow, red for stop. Don't want to hurt you." Your eyes found Buckys, honesty in your gaze as he smiled sheepishly, nodding. You sat back on the bed next to him, running your nails carefully over his toned chest, your eyes trained on his raging erection, laying against his abs. "What do you think, how many can you take?" You questioned, lifting your gaze to his. He blushed lightly, shrugging. "I never tried to test it out." A smirk formed on your lips. "Then this will be interesting for both of us."

You took the Hitachi back in your hand, turning it on its first setting. Buckys eyes never left the toy as you let it glide over his chest, grazing his nipples, making him hiss lightly. You slowly moved the vibrator further down, over his stomach (You cleaned him up after he came the first time, you knew how uncomfortable drying cum on skin can feel). Buckys breath hitched as you glided it over his hip, his dick twitching in anticipation at how close the vibrations were. "Please, stop teasing." He whimpered, his pleading gaze searching yours. You licked your lips before grinning, immediately pressing the head of the Hitachi against the Buckys tip. He gasped out as his hips bucked at the sudden contact. You moved it in small circles against his swollen tip, grinning as Buckys back lifted itself off the bed. A long groan left his mouth, his eyes shut tightly. The constant pressure against his head alone was driving him crazy.

"M-Move it please, shit-please." He begged through gritted teeth. You complied, slowly moving it down his shaft and up again. Bucky moaned at the feeling, his hips bucking at their own accord as an attempt to get more friction. "Stop shifting so much." You ordered, your gaze trained on his face as he nodded. He looked straight up beautiful, his eyebrows furrowed together and raised high, his eyes closed tightly as he switched between biting his lip and opening it to let out those beautifully sinful sounds you loved to hear so much.

You moved between his legs to have better access before settling the vibrator right underneath his tip against his most sensitive area. "Oh god yes." Bucky moaned above you, his head pressed against the pillow as he whimpered. You knew he was getting close by the way the vein in his neck popped out and his abs tightened. His dick was leaking onto his stomach, little droplets of precum smearing on his skin. "God, you're so beautiful like this. All needy for me." You praised, a whine leaving his throat at your words.

Bucky lifted his hips slightly, trying to thrust against the toy as his breath quickened, constant groans leaving his lips. "I-I'm close." He gasped, his teeth digging into his lip. You lifted your other hand to his shaft, gently stroking the soft skin. Buckys dick twitched under your touch, warning you that he was right on the edge. You knew he was about to break the same rule he already broke earlier, but you didn't want to punish him even more. "I'm saying this once, Buck. Don't forget the rules." You watched as his eyes snapped open, realizing. "C-Can I cum? Please, please let me come." He asked, making you smile. He grew impatient as you didn't answer right away. "I'm so damn close Baby p-please, I'm begging you, let me come!" He was close to sobbing by now, his cock throbbing as he tried his best to hold his orgasm off. "You may come."

As soon as the words left your mouth Buckys body stiffened underneath you as he groaned, a couple of whines along with your name leaving his lips as he spilled over his stomach and chest. You kept the vibrator against him until he settled back down and his cock stopped twitching. You shut it off, laying it down on the bed before you took a look at your boyfriend. His eyes were closed, his chest heaving. There was a thin layer of sweat on his skin and his long hair sticked to his forehead. You grinned down at him. "One."

Your hand caressed his thighs as he tried to calm his body. "Colour, baby?" You asked calmly. Bucky smiled at your concern. "All green." You nodded, waiting about a minute for him to come back to earth completely. "Ready to go again?" He gulped and took a breath before nodding.

You took the vibrator back in your hand, turning it on. The sound alone made Buckys cock twitch again, making you grin. He was completely up for this little challenge and you loved it. You moved the toy against his length as he took in a sharp breath, feeling his dick swelling again. His eyes were still closed as he made all these little whines and whimpers which sounded like heaven to you. When he was fully hard again you bit your lip, turning the vibrator on it's second setting. Bucky gasped at the new feeling, moaning as you circled his tip. "Still green?" You asked. He nodded furiously. "Completely green. Please don't stop." He groaned, his eyes on you as be bit his lip. His gaze set your skin on fire and god you really wanted to just ride him into oblivion in that moment. But you had to stay in character, which was hard when your boyfriend looked like a literal god.

Bucky got to the edge much sooner because of the sensitivity of his previous orgasms. You kept circling his tip as his abs tightened, his mouth wide open. He didn't bother how loud he was or who might hear him. He was in heaven.

"Baby, p-please touch me." You bit your lip. "Where do you want my hand, tell me." He groaned at your demanding voice, clearly getting off of it. "Balls, Dick, you choose. Just anywhere, please." You nodded and took his balls in your palm, rolling them softly between your fingers. "Shitshit yes, just like that." He moaned out. "You're doing so good, baby boy. So beautiful for me." Bucky whimpered at your words, his dick twitching. "You close baby?" He nodded. "M-May I come, Y/N? Please!" He whined, finally remembering your rules. You smiled proudly. "Yes, you may." And he did, a string of profanities leaving his mouth, his arms flexing so hardly you were scared he would break the restrains - or worse, the bed (wouldn't have been the first time).

After that you made him cum one more time with the vibrator, deciding he'd get to fuck you into his last one. He was a big mess already, his skin so sticky with sweat that the sheets clung onto his body, rising with him whenever he curled his back upwards. His stomach and chest were covered with 3 loads of cum, half of it already dried. His breath was ragged, his thighs quivering from the aftershocks.

You once again caressed Buckys thighs as he came down from his high, praising him for good he was doing before asking for a colour. He let out a distressed sigh, his eyes meeting yours. "How many times do you wanna make me cum with that thing?" "That doesn't answer my question." He sighed again. "Green." His unsure tone made you quirk an eyebrow at him. "The truth, Buck." "I-I can't take many more. One, maybe two. But not more, please." Your face softened at his honesty, your lips curling up into a smile. You left your spot between Buckys legs to sit beside him, your hand coming up to caress his face. He instantly leaned into the touch, his eyes closing. "One more, think you can handle that baby boy?" He smiled at the name, his eyes metting yours again as he nodded. "But it's not gonna be with that thing." You added, nodding towards the vibrator. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, waiting for you to clarify. You stood up instead. "But first, we're gonna clean you up. You made quite a mess." You both chuckled as you went into the bathroom, getting a washcloth to wipe the now completely dried cum off his skin. You tossed it in the sink afterwards before returning to Bucky. You sat down beside him, leaning down to kiss him for the first time in hours. He sighed against your lips, relieved to finally feel them on his again.

You backed away too soon for Buckys liking, moving so you were straddling his stomach right above his dick. It was the first friction you got after seeing Bucky come undone 4 times, and you had to hold back a moan at the contact. Bucky growled quietly, he could feel how wet you were and if there was one thing turning him on the most, then it was to feel how much he turned you on.

"I'm gonna ride you, that okay sweetheart?" You asked innocently, biting your lip. Buckys breath hitched, his half hard cock twitching. He was exhausted, his body worn out. But the need to be inside you overpowered the need of relaxation and sleep. So he nodded excitedly, his pupils blown. You smiled before getting up, untying his ankles. Bucky gave you a confused look. "You trashed so much. Don't want you to get burns. But if you move too much without permission, I'm tying them back down." You explained, tossing the restrains on the floor before getting back on the bed. Your boyfriend gave you pleading look, nodding towards his arms, silently asking you to take them off as well. You just grinned. "Nah baby, sorry but those are staying." He sighed in defeat, nodding.

You swung your leg over Buckys hip, reaching behind you to take his dick into your hand. He sighed at the contact, eyes closing while the muscles in his thighs trembled slightly. He was more than sensitive, the mixture of pain and pleasure leaving goosebumps to erupt on his skin. His eyes shot open when you moved him between your folds, swiping him through your wetness. He whimpered quietly, desire to be inside you growing with every second. As if you could read his thoughts you pushed against him, his length slowly entering you. Bucky groaned loudly while you moaned, your walls being stretched as they hugged his dick perfectly. You stopped when he was in all the way, looking up at Buckys face. His eyes were closed tightly, his hands in tight fists and his lips pressed together.

You were about to rise yourself up and sink back down as Buckys voice stopped you, a choked "Yellow!" making you halt all your movements. He hasn't used anything apart from Green until now, making you concerned. "What's wrong baby?" You asked, softly caressing his stomach. He took a shaky breath before speaking. "I-I'll come if you move. Give me a second, y-you're so fucking tight." Heat rushed through you at his words, your walls clenching on their own accord, earning a groan from Bucky. "It's okay. Just tell me when you're good to go." You told him, smiling before leaning down to kiss him. The kiss was slow and passionate, you silently telling him that you cared about him.

After a minute he broke the kiss so you sat up again, looking down at him. He took a deep breath before nodding. "I'm ready." You smiled, slowly lifting yourself off him until only his tip was left inside you before dropping back down. You groaned in unison, the feeling of each other too good. You began to ride him, your nails digging into his chest, making him hiss in pleasure. "God Buck. Feel so good, always filling me up so nicely." You moaned, making him groan out, his cock twitching against your walls. You kept praising him, calling him pet names, and he was going crazy underneath you. He'd never felt like this before, his mind clouded with lust as the coil in his stomach grew. His eyes were closed the whole time, until your "Look at me." made him peel his eyes open. He groaned at the sight of your dark eyes and plump lips. "That's it baby boy. You're doing so well, I'm getting close." The clenching of you cunt underlining your statement, and god Bucky was close too.

"Touch yourself." Bucky suddenly murmured, his eyes trained on your swollen clit. You let out a breathy laugh. "You're not in the position to make demands, Bucky." You bit your lip, smiling. Bucky whined, his gaze finding yours. "Please touch yourself since I can't. Please, i want to feel you cum around me, i need to feel it." You let out an involuntarily moan at that, the Sub talking turning you on to the max. "Was that so hard?" You teased, your hand dropping to your clit to rub fast circles against the sensitive nub. You instantly moaned out at the contact, your head dropping forward as your eyes closed. "You're so beautiful." You heard Bucky whisper breathlessly, making you smile.

You were slowly getting closer to the edge, and you could tell Bucky was as well by the way his cock throbbed inside you. You rotated your hips a couple times before finding your rythm again, his tip grazing your g-spot. "Right there, shit, feels so good." You moaned. Bucky whimpered as an answer. "I'm so close Y/N." He spoke through gritted teeth. You shook your head no. "Hold on a little longer. Make myself come first." He groaned at your statement, his head dropping back. "Am I allowed to move?" You were curious what was on his mind, so you allowed it. He sighed in relief, setting his feet flat on the mattress before pounding his hips up into you. This took you by suprise as you almost fell against him, moaning loudly as he hit your g-spot with ever thrust. It only took seconds for you to come, Buckys name leaving your lips as a loud moan, your walls milking him as your juices drenched his pubic hair. "Shit! Fucking-" Bucky cursed underneath you, still thrusting up. The noises he made were close to sobbing, keeping his own release down. He didn't have permission to come yet. "Can I come? Please please pl-shit Y/N I need to come!" In every other situation he would have came right after you, but in that moment he couldn't, not until you gave your okay.

You nodded, a breathless "Come for me." leaving your lips. And he did, burying himself as deep as possible into you. You watched as his eyes rolled back, his jaw clenching before a shout of your name echoed through the room. His back curled up painfully as streams of his cum painted your walls. He kept grunting, the aftershock of his 5th orgasm that day lingering as his legs trembled.

When Bucky finally calmed you dropped against him, your head on his chest. His breath was heavy and fast, his heart beating loudly against your ear. "Colour?" You asked, smiling when his chest vibrated with a chuckle. "Never been greener. That was amazing." You nodded, agreeing. "Maybe i should tie you up more often." You suggested, lifting your head to grin at him. He rolled his eyes, smiling. "By the way, can you finally let me free?" You nodded before moving upwards, his softening member slipping out of you. As soon as you untied him you brought his right wirst to your lips, kissing the reddened skin. "I'm sorry." Bucky just shook his head, smiling. "Don't apologize. You made me cum harder than ever before." You smiled proudly, pecking his lips. "I love you. Thanks that you made me do all this to you." You said honestly. A wide grin spread on Buckys face in response. "My pleasure. Literally." He chuckled, making you hit him playfully. His face softened again, leaning forward to kiss you passionately. "I love you too." He whispered against your lips, making you smile.

"We gotta take a shower." You mumbled, noticing how sticky with sweat you both were. "Mhmm." Bucky hummed, his eyes closing as he pulled you closer. "But nap first."

#bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #james barnes #fanfic #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #smut #fluff #marvel #mcu #sub!bucky #sub!bucky barnes #submissive!bucky #dom!reader #sebastian stan #change #bizarrewritings

[jenniez-tv]

5 days before surgery..

I’m super nervous... surgery is going to be on Monday and I’m freaking out... ughhhhhh.

Good news though is that I got another ct scan and it is exactly like all the other ct scans.. I just hope nothing is hiding in between that the scan missed when they go in for the surgery. Found out he’s also planning to remove the gallbladder just because if something happens to it later it’s a pain in the butt so might as well remove it now. I’m gonna be down 3-4 organs coming out of this at least.. haha.. 😳

I did go back to New York for round 2 with my cousins to have fun before this stupid surgery! They took me axe throwing!! I was so scared for the first throw but after that I could wait to throw more! I didn’t stick the first 3 practice throws but after that I got a lot of bullseyes! Maybe I’m at the perfect height for it? Or maybe my release is perfect 😂. When we played king of the hill, 3 throws, whoever has the most point stays.. I won woooo!! And for team games we won 3/4 games.. barely lost the one game.. by one point. During the last game for my team to win I needed a bullseye, and I landed that thing smack in the middle of the bullseye. Couldn’t have been more perfect! I wish it was recorded.. man it felt so awesome Hahahaha. I’ll post a clip of me axe throwing but this was near the beginning when I was still getting in my groove.

We also went to a place called bea the bomb. 5 rooms with different games.. it was intense but so fun! We barely lost.. booooo.. only like 5% win.. but damn we were close! Also went to a comedy cellar and saw a bunch of different comedians.. most of them were hilarious. It was a great time! Wanted to go do some archery but we didn’t have enough time. Can’t wait for round 3 in ny.. but it’s not gonna be til next year since I’m going to be out of commission for awhile and then back on chemo.. bleh!

Oh, on top of that when we finished apparently most of Manhattan had a power outage! Had to walk over 20 blocks to find some place with power to eat dinner! People were stuck in subways, elevators.. and with so many roads blocked the cars we barely moving.. now normally 20 blocks is nothing for me but I am now out of shape and a fat blob. I am surprised I was able to walk all of it pretty well! But my shin muscles were like fk you and were spasming.. roflll. Thank goodness the power in my cousins area came back on by the time we finished and got back to the apartment.. her place is on the 20th floor and there was no way I could do that after walking so damn much (for me right now). WHEW! All in all, I enjoyed my weekend in New York so much.. I barely thought about my surgery during that time.. great distraction!

My brother asked if I wanted to do something Saturday before my surgery but has no ideas.. and I don’t either.. md is pretty boring.. if anyone can think of something fun I can do please let me know! I’m trying to get out as much as possible in the next 5 days.. before I’m stuck in the hospital..

As for gaming.. I just started playing a little bit again.. hopefully I will again a few weeks after surgery.. I have to redo my stream because it didn’t save.. but I’m sorry to those who subbed as I haven’t played really.. i appreciate everything!! I promise when I feel better enough I will again!

I guess that’s it for now.. next post will be post op.. maybe I’ll even take pics of my Frankenstein body for you guys to see.. please pray for me that everything goes well and I recover fast.. I need all the prayers and luck I can get.. I almost can’t wait to get it over with so I stop freaking out about it :(

[medea10]

My Review of Kaguya-sama: Love is War

How did I get into this anime? It was about time to do it as this was one of the best animes to come from the winter 2019 anime line-up (after Dororo and The Promised Neverland). Now let’s hit…

Hold it Medea! Weren’t you supposed to review Darker Than Black for your Aniplex pick?

Ah, yes…THAT anime. I watched it. I finished it. It was a mind-fuck. I bailed on the review. And while I’m at it, I’m also not reviewing Psycho Pass 3, Violet Evergarden, or A Certain Scientific Accelerator. Onto Kaguya-sama!

Shuchiin Academy, once a school for students that are well-off financially. Nowadays, it’s still that, but even commoners can attend. And one such student is a boy by the name of Miyuki Shirogane, who in just his first year managed to obtain the top spot at the school with the position of Student Council President.  By his side is his vice president, Kaguya Shinomiya. This girl comes from extreme wealth and excels in many fields including art and music. The students here revere these two as being the best of the best. And also…they make a great couple!

Pump the brakes here, pal. These two are NOT a couple. As a matter of fact, both characters end up playing 3D chess in their brains to try and take the other person down with mind games if even the slightest topic involving love is brought up. Both Kaguya and Miyuki already have feelings for the other, they just won’t admit it. The first person to admit love will be considered the loser in this war. And both of these characters are stubborn to the point of…oh my god!

THESE TWO ARE TSUNDERES! I’ve seen animes where only one person is the tsundere in the couple. But what happens when they’re BOTH tsunderes? Well…it took over 20 episodes for Taiga on Toradora. It took over 4 seasons for Louise on Familiar of Zero. But those two animes had only ONE tsundere. This anime has TWO. We might be here for a while!

Well, let’s watch who wins and who loses in the game (or war) of love!

BETWEEN THE SUB AND THE DUB: Aniplex of America has a good grip on this anime as they have managed to license the second season before it has aired. Much to my dismay, this anime has not received an English dub. Aniplex of America has released the blu-ray last month ($100+ shipping and handling), but only with Japanese audio/English subtitles. Okay.

Now IF they decide to come back in a few years and dub this series, I have a few thoughts. And don’t say it’ll never happen. FUNimation and Sentai are guilty as fuck of releasing a series with no dub and two years later dropping a dub release just so they can grab extra dough.

I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN NICHIJOU YOU GRIFTING CRAP-WEASELS!

Anyways, if they decide to do this, I want R. Bruce Elliott to voice the narrator. I don’t give a shit about the rest of the cast, I just want that for the narrator! That’s just my take on that matter. I know this would NEVER happen unless Elliott ends up in L.A. for a few sessions (as he’s mostly stationed in Texas). It’s just that he’s the best person to play a narrator in just about anything. Don’t believe me? Watch Space Dandy and Sgt. Frog and get back to me!

Oh! And just my luck, FUNimation plans on giving this series an English dub. Though it’ll be a while before we see anything due to COVID-19 mess! No rush, take your time. Rest up. Consider R. Bruce Elliot as the narrator. And we’ll see you after we get off quarantine!

The sub version consists of a lot of newer, yet familiar voices. As for Kaguya’s seiyuu (Aoi Koga), this is my first time hearing her voice and so far I’m impressed. I’m also impressed with an anime to have several tsunderes and no sign of Rie Kugimiya, the QUEEN of tsundere anime characters. That shows great dedication, but if she ends up in season two, I’m gonna scream. Here’s what you might recognize these folks from.

*Kaguya is played by Aoi Koga

*Miyuki is played by Makoto Furukawa (known for Saitama on One Punch Man, Hatsuharu on Fruits Basket 2019, and Banri on Golden Time)

*Chika is played by Konomi Kohara (known for Miu on Domestic Girlfriend, Fizel on SAO: Alicization, and Kai on Hitoribocchi)

*Yuu is played by Ryouta Suzuki (known for Ryouhei on Tsurune)

FAVORITE CHARACTER: Chika. Chika. Chika. Chika. Chika. And did I mention Chika?

Best girl!

SPEAKING OF CHIKA: I found an infectious little song in the form of an ending theme! For one episode, we got an ending theme song featuring Chika.

Chikatto Chika Chikaa♡! I just love it! This should win an award or something!

*several months later*

Thank you Crunchyroll Awards!

Seriously, this ED as well as the OP theme are just so infectious that I constantly go back to replay these two songs whenever I take a break from replaying Black Clover themes (no joke, I love Black Clover themes). The first ending is fine. It’s just that Chika’s special ED was so addicting that I had to mention it once, twice, or more!

SHIPPING: It’s pretty obvious to see that Kaguya and Miyuki are mad for each other. But there are several obstacles in their way. For one thing this is sort of their first love, so approaching this subject is very new. Secondly, both of them are dead-set on the fact that love is a war full of wins and losses. Both Kaguya and Miyuki play these mind-games when something mundane happens like a personality quiz or a weekend activity. They try to trap the other person into saying something embarrassing or admitting to something. Even though it’s so crystal clear that they both are romantically interested in each other!

However, I’m pretty sure Kaguya has lost more battles than Miyuki due to the infamous sick day episode. Sick Kaguya is pretty ballsy getting Miyuki to lay in bed with her.

FUNNIEST MOMENT: You can blame this on the fact that I’m absolutely immature and have the mind of an 8 year old. But there was a moment in mid-season where Chika learns of a specific quirk about Kaguya. Because Kaguya was suppressed when it came to matters of phrases and naughty words, she still finds the word “wiener” utterly hilarious. And so during this whole segment, you’ve got Chika continuously saying the word “wiener”. Then, she goes the extra mile to have other members of the student council like Miyuki and Yuu to say the word. And Kaguya is trying to prevent them from saying it until we just get a barrage of “wieners” and hysterical laughter. I gotta admit that it was one of the funniest moments in this series.

ENDING: A few episodes before the finale, a monumentous moment occurred. Kaguya got sick.

Just go with it!

Whenever Kaguya gets sick, her mind goes into a complete stupor. Her mind is almost that of an infant or small child and once she’s better, she will not remember a single thing that happened. And Miyuki was the poor sap to check on her during that sick day! I’ll cut to the chase and say what went down.

She opens her bed covers and drags Miyuki into bed with her. Now before your mind jumps in the trash, they remained fully clothed…although they both did fall asleep. So, they slept together. Just no intercourse! This kinda lead to a major fight involving a cake, an apology, and a cute moment where Kaguya touches his lip!

Hey, a girl who’s been sexually suppressed her whole life, this is like first base here.

I feel that was a bit of a breaking point to bring up on a count of a lot of the mind games stopped temporarily. Probably because the last two episodes of the season involved summer break! By the looks of it, Chika was having a blast eating so much and Yuu is doing his usual gaming stuff. All the while, Kaguya and Miyuki didn’t really do much during their break. But they promised to all meet up one day to see the fireworks. Unfortunately, that serves to be a daunting task for Kaguya as she’s been heavily sheltered her entire life. Her family (especially her father) never let her do things normal kids take for granted including going out with friends or even walking to school.

In fact, Kaguya’s plans of meeting up with Chika and others to go shopping were cancelled due to Kaguya’s father calling her to the main house…for literally nothing. Add to that, the family saw it in THEIR best interest to not allow Kaguya to leave the house to see the fireworks with her friends. But Kaguya decided to defy those orders! She gets her servant Hayasaka to disguise as her if any other servants come in and escaped her house. Yuu, Chika, and Miyuki were all in an agreement to save Kaguya…just not on the same wavelength. Kaguya on her own ended up missing the firework show. But once Miyuki found her, he took her and they went on a small adventure to another prefecture to see another firework show. But it could be cutting it close due to traffic and the show was reaching its end. Thankfully, they made it! Kaguya was finally able to see the fireworks with her friends.

It’s just that Kaguya didn’t pay attention to the firework show…she stared at Miyuki the whole time!

In the final segment of episode 12, Kaguya and Miyuki kinda realized how dorky they were the night of the firework show. Kaguya let her guard down so many times that night and spent the entire firework show staring at Miyuki. Meanwhile, Miyuki thought he sounded stupid when he took Kaguya to the show. We get one final mind-game between these two until it ended with Miyuki almost saying something and Kaguya chases him down while the end credits play on in the background.

Will either one of them say how they truly feel about the other? Who will win? Who will lose?

…Guess we’ll find out in a few days when season two airs!

This was an entertaining anime! It’s like if Death Note were a rom-com instead of a thriller. Both Kaguya and Miyuki have a similar mind-set to Light Yagami when it comes to the game of love. They both have the hots for each other and both refuse to admit it first. But thanks to key moments including Kaguya’s sickness and the firework saga, there’s been definite progress with these two letting their guards down. But they’ve got a long way to go! I mean, these two are major tsunderes meaning they’re going to suppress their wants and desires with the opposite sex with these ridiculous mind-games. So…we might be here for a while before any one of them admits their feelings. But I say give it a watch! It’s not that long of a series and it’s still fairly new so it’s still open for more sequels and side-projects before losing its luster.

Currently, this anime is available for streaming on Hulu, Crunchyroll, and FUNimation.

And stay tuned for the second season exclusively available on FUNima…You guys are really pissing me off with your exclusivity!

Okay, I managed to finish this baby up quite quick. What’s the next Aniplex title I’m going to watch?

Picture it, Medea. Osmosis Jones but…

Cells at Work?

That’s great. I’m also not reviewing this one. I have my own reasons for not reviewing this. So let’s hit the randomizer button again because as of this date, I finished Cells at Work.

Lord El-Melloi…I’M NOT READING ALL THAT SHIT! Sum it up quickly!

It’s Fate, but with Waver Velvet.

Jesus “Tap Dancing” Christ, it’s another Fate series! I’m not reviewing anything Fate! It’s a cluster-fuck of a series! Don’t get me wrong, I love Fate/Zero and Unlimited Blade Works as much as the next dip-shit, but the franchise is a pile of cluster bombs and I can’t make heads or tails of any of this. Regardless, I finished that hot mess as well.

Okay you picky-ass bitch, how about the best animated anime of the 2010’s?

Demon Slayer!

Now that’s more like it! But I will still fight to the death that best animated goes to Violet Evergarden!

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