#courage: bruh

[nevermatchandscpsradadventures]

IT'S A DOUBLE FEATURE BABY!!!

So these aren't so much OCs as they are my interpretation of the Link from Faces of Evil and Wand of Gamelon (known here as Koridai) and Nevermatch's interpretation of the Link from the 80s cartoon (known here as Courage)

Because of this, there's not much to say at all, really, though I will point out a few things about Koridai, such as: the people in his Hyrule tend to view him as a joke or only being wanted when needed for hero work; he knows this and he hates it; being trapped in a mirror and literally broken out has left physical scars on the right side of his face, his wrists, ankles, and neck; the scars on his face mimic a broken mirror; his right eye is now completely reflective like a mirror; and he can see through magical disguises through closing his left eye and keeping his right open, although he can't tell what it's supposed to be, just that it's not what it appears to be.

I would give some notes about Courage from Nevermatch, but she didn't have any when I asked, so we're just gonna be stuck with the rat, I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(Add-in note from Nevermatch: All I got is that, during the time between the end of the show and the beginning of LU, Courage has gotten a bit more mature. Not too much, just enough to tame the urge to annoy every living thing within a two-mile radius ;P)

Bonus pic under cut

[mstrchu]

mama..........

[chocosvt]

got in trouble for reading a book (a physical book - not smth off my phone) at work cuz it was slow 😭

[spaciebabie]

shoutout 2 this person in my class who i can tell wants 2 talk 2 me really bad but instead of doing that whenever she has the chance she'll talk 2 whoever else is around and ignore me entirely unless im mentioned by name

[marimeeko]

Unexpectedly bonded with a coworker over reading fanfic and MHA(and anime in general) yesterday :''D

SHE KNEW I WAS A BKDK SHIPPER HOW

[my-name-is-jefferooni]

FINALLY SOMEONE ELSE NOTICES

Shadow keeps losing that damn fourth chaos emerald

[poisonedbrainrottenapples]

Bruh I'm so nervous I've lurked for a while on tumblr but never had the courage to post anything of mine but that preview has consumed my every thought.

Bee looks so amazing, like she was already one of my favorites in terms of looks but that preview!

(Btw I don't have fastpass so i have no clue if this is accurate at all XD)

[pinkolve]

Needy-Anakin Skywalker ▪──── ⚔ ────▪

Summary: You come back to your quarters after a brutal fight; Anakin is there to take care of you.

Genre: Fluff, suggestiveness, hurt/comfort

CW: Fem!Reader, second person point of view, no use of y/n, Reader has problems with letting people take care of her, possible inaccurate descriptions of the SW universe? I just started the movies so please have mercy on me, I wrote this with ROTS Anakin in mind, but you can definitely read it about AOTC Ani too, references to...Being horny? I don't know what to call it bruh. Mentions of blood, open wounds, and nausea!!

Word Count: 1.0k

A/N: Three fics in one week? Has hell frozen over?!?!? Anyways okay, I purposefully didn't write any smut for this because I usually suck at it. But if you would like a part two with said smut, say the word and I'll get straight to work!! Thank yewwww!!!

▪──── ⚔ ────▪

You limp your way to your room, shooting pains rushing up your leg. You ignore the stickiness of blood clinging to your side. You sway every so often, resisting the urge to faint. Only a few paces from your room you hear a familiar voice.

“Where is she? She should be back by now.” He sounds worried, and you can practically see the crease in his brow. You push it down, refusing to let him see you like this. You peek around the corner, finding his back turned to you. You move as quickly as you can, entering your room with minimal noise. You take long strides until you’re able to fall onto your couch. Just as your legs touch the fabric, your door opens again. Anakin strides inside, his eyes locking on yours immediately.

“How the hell did you know I was here?” You shake your head to yourself not long after muttering the question, fucking Jedi senses. “Never mind.” You wince, placing a hand over your side.

“Are you hurt?” He asks, rushing over to you. He kneels in front of you, his hand resting over your own.

“I’m fine, Anakin.” You pull your shirt down further. Anakin looks up at you with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows.

“Why are you lying to me?” You groan at his inquiry.

“Stop getting in my fucking head, Skywalker.” Your voice raises and it makes your head throb. You lean back, resting it on the back of the couch with a soft whimper.

“Where are you hurt? Let me see.” He grabs the hem of your shirt, trying to pull it up. You push his hand away, looking up again.

“Leave it alone, I’m fine!” You snap. Anakin leans back slightly, watching you with concerned eyes. You sigh, rubbing a hand across your forehead in hopes it will somehow alleviate your headache. “I’m sorry, I just…I don’t want you worrying about me.” You respond softly.

“I always worry about you, no matter where you are, or who you’re with. I will always worry about you.” He whispers, his voice putting you at such ease you almost fall asleep.

“I don’t like looking weak.” You whisper, almost inaudible, but he heard it.

“You aren’t weak, you’ve never been weak. You’re one of the strongest people I know, showing some vulnerability once in a while isn’t going to change that.” He says, resting a hand over your own. You sigh again, lifting your shirt up for him. You can hear him inhale sharply, making you wince.

“Is it that bad?” You smile a little, trying to calm yourself. His grip moves to your thigh, squeezing tighter than expected.

“Who did this to you?” He asks, his voice low and rough. It was the complete opposite of how he usually spoke to you. You couldn’t lie; it made your face burn seeing him so protective over you. You squeeze your thighs together, pushing his hand between them in the process.

“I don’t remember, I just started swinging.” This makes him chuckle, and you smile. You gain the courage to look down, staring at the open wound. “Holy…I did not expect it to look that bad.” You take a deep breath, looking away quickly. “I think I’m going to throw up.” You groan, the sight of your own marred flesh making you queasy.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He gives your thigh a reassuring squish before rushing off to your bathroom. You whine at the pain and the ever-growing heat between your legs. Having someone, especially Anakin, fuss over you like this…It was ruining you in the best way possible. He’s back at your side within seconds, a first aid kit in hand.

“Lean back, my love.” He whispers, gently pushing you further into the couch. You lean your head against the back once again, breathing fast. Anakin finishes cleaning and bandaging your wounds in record time, you barely had time to blink. You look down at your now covered stomach and smile to yourself. You pull your shirt down just as he comes back, watching you with a gaze you can’t quite understand.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, sitting beside you. He places a hand over your upper thigh, making you push them together again.

“Better, thank you.” You smile, ignoring the heat in your cheeks.

“You want to tell me what’s got you so worked up?” He asks, an annoying smirk taking up his face. You look at him with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing with unsaid words.

“Are you using your fucking Jedi tricks on me again?!” You ask, leaning back to look at him.

“I don’t need to rely on those when you make it so obvious yourself.” Anakin chuckles, gesturing to your thighs pushed tightly against each other. You look away from him, his gaze making you melt.

“Whatever.” You say, thoroughly embarrassed.

“Hey.” He whispers, grabbing your chin with his other hand. He meets your eyes with a soft smile. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I just wanted to know what it was I did to get you so needy.” He flashes you a teasing smile, but his words remain true. You have no reason to feel embarrassed, not with Anakin.

“You…Taking care of me. I’ve never had anyone do that for me. You were just so gentle and you got so protective…I couldn’t help but feel needy.”

“Would you like me to help you?” He asks, his voice honey smooth. He leans into you, pushing you to lay on the couch.

“Yes.” Your answer is quick and completely expected. Anakin instantly pushes his mouth against yours, licking into your mouth with his wet tongue. You moan into it, arching your back and pushing your chest against his.

“My needy girl.” His whispers into your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone. “I’ll always take care of you…”

[goldfades]

thigh riding with Paige... 🤭

𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 ─ PB⁵

౨ৎ ─ summary | paige is ignoring you while she locks in while playing fortnite with kk, but you needed her attention (and she hates it when you're needy)

─ word count | 1.1k (this was supposed to be a blurb bruh)

─ warnings | NSFW under the cut, read at your own discretion! kinda mean paige, thigh riding (who woulda guessed?), nothing else?

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"PAIGE," YOU WHINED as she ignored you, her eyes plastered on her computer screen. You rolled your eyes as you sighed, collapsing back on the bed as your girlfriend continued playing Fortnite.

Her headset was on and her glasses were set on the bridge of her nose, her fingers clicking on the keyboard as she played. You were needy and dramatic, sure but it was for good reason, you hadn't seen Paige since the morning and you missed her. Yet right now, it seemed like playing her stupid game meant more to her than her girlfriend.

You wanted her attention but you didn't know how you were gonna get it. As you lay there, feeling neglected, you weighed your options. Interrupting her game would not go over well, but letting your feelings just sit there wouldn't help either.

"Dude they're following us, for sure." Paige mumbled into the headset as she groaned out loud. "I fucking told you, didn't I? I told you to leave it-"

Sighing once more, you sat up and watched her for a moment. The concentration etched on her face was almost endearing, but it also made you feel a bit left out. You wondered if she even realized how much time had passed since she last acknowledged your presence in the room.

An idea popped in your head as a smirk began forming on your lips. You walked up to her quietly, and put a hand on her shoulder as she looked up to see you. "Not right now, baby. Hold on,"

Hold on? Your jaw slightly dropped as you glared at your girlfriend. You couldn't believe Paige ─ her hot and very needy girlfriend was standing right next to her and she wanted her to hold on?

Gathering your courage, you spoke up again, your voice tinged with a hint of irritation. "Paige, seriously," you said, your tone firm. "I've been waiting for you all day, and all I want is a little bit of your time. Is it really too much to ask for?"

"KK, look out behind you!" Paige shouted into the headset, making you audibly groan before Paige finally glanced up at you again, putting a hand over her mic. "What? Why are you giving me attitude for, can't you wait for like, 5 minutes?"

You knew you were being overly dramatic and you knew that Paige hated when you'd give her attitude, especially for something small like this. But you finally had her attention and you were not gonna let it go now.

You met her gaze with a raised eyebrow, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, sorry to inconvenience you with my presence," you quipped, your voice laced with irritation. "I guess I'll just go find someone who actually wants to spend time with me."

Paige's eyes narrowed at your remark, a hint of annoyance flashing across her face. "Really? You're seriously going to pull that card over a stupid game?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, crossing your arms over your chest. "Why not?" you replied, a smug smirk playing on your lips. "It's not like you've paid any attention to me since you started playing anyway."

She sighed as she heard KK talk, "Yeah, I'm still here. Give me two seconds," she spoke as before she muted herself.

Two seconds, you gotta be kidding me. But before you could scoff or roll your eyes dramatically, Paige grabbed your arm and pulled you into her lap roughly. You stumbled as Paige pulled you into her lap, caught off guard by her sudden movement.

"Hey, what are you doing?" you protested, your voice tinged with annoyance as you struggled to regain your balance.

Paige ignored your protest, her grip firm as she held you close to her. "Fucking relax," she mumbled. "You're acting like a bitch in heat right now, you know that, right?"

You rolled your eyes but you couldn't help but feel yourself begin to get warm. Paige kept her gaze on you and as she pulled you off her lap for a second and gestured to your shorts before she unmuted herself. You stood there, almost shocked for a good two seconds before Paige sent you a look before you did as she told you.

You couldn't believe it took Paige a minute to win you back but you weren't complaining, you needed her. She stuck out her knee and you knew what to do ─ you straddled it as Paige kept her eyes locked on the screen.

"Yeah, you got 'em?" Paige spoke lowly as she felt your dampness hit her bare thigh, feeling a shiver go down her spine. Her cold knee sent a shiver down your spine as you bit your bottom lip.

You let a small whimper before Paige began rocking her knee, causing a full-blown moan to escape your lips. Paige sent you a warning glare as your eyes widen, your hand clasping over your hands.

"What was what noise?" Paige scoffed as she kept her gaze on the screen. "I didn't hear anything," she forced out a laugh as she kept rocking her knee, your cunt gliding against it.

You began to move alongside her knee, your head falling back as you gripped her shoulders. You felt pathetic, riding her thigh like a bitch in heat (in Paige's words) but it felt too good to stop. Your hips movements began more sporadic as Paige continued rocking her knee, muffled whimpers coming out of your lips.

Paige could tell that you were close so she put one of her hands on your hips, guiding you harder on her knee. Your eyes rolled on the back of your head as you let out a moan, feeling the knot in your stomach snap as you came undone on her thigh.

Your body felt like jelly as you collapsed on her chest, her hand moving up to the keyboard as she kept playing. A few minutes pass and you heard KK scream from her headset, glancing at the screen. She got it, she and KK had won the Victory Royale.

As the adrenaline from the game subsided, you nestled into Paige's chest, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. Despite the earlier tension, being close to Paige like this was all you really wanted.

"Yup, I gotta go, KK. Bro, I'll- yeah, yeah. I got it, I heard you the first time. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow morning." She hung up the call quickly as she pulled off her headset, her hands finally beginning to caress your back.

Paige looked down at you, a soft smile on her lips. "I'm sorry for ignoring you, pretty."

You glanced up at her with a small smile. "It's okay, you made it up."

Paige's soft smile formed into a cocky smirk as she shrugged. "Yeah and I did it with no fingers, huh?"

"None, cus you're just like that," you mumbled as she laughed softly, pulling you closer.

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[dat-lil-shark]

I found more TFP Characters Stats and they are VERY Interesting

So over a week ago I found out that in the Japanese airing of Transformer Prime, they put up these commercials in between episodes that displays the characters stats. Back then I only found Soundwave’s, but now I’ve found almost everyone.

Again, I have no guarantee that these are canon enough, cause it's made by Japanese, who made Airachnid a yandere.

But it’s fun to assume they are.

(SPOILERS ALERT)

First of all. MEGATRON ACTUALLY HAVE HIGHER INTELLIGENCE STATS THAN OPTIMUS!!!??? (Op got 8 and MT got 9)

Not only that but also higher speed and firepower TOO (OP got 7 speed and 9 firepower, and MT got 9 speed and 10 firepower).

Sure Optimus got bigger courage and skills but in battlefields if MT is not so dr**ed up he might just win a lot more.

And speaking of unexpected intelligence.

Compared to Arcee, Airachnid also got WAY higher intelligence (AH 9 and RC 7) and slightly higher strength (AH 5 and RC 4) AND FIREPOWER (AH 5 and RC 4).

I was at first surprised how Airachnid could be so smart but then it did made sense since she was able to always lure Arcee into her fun cave to beat her up and was able to easily kill Breakdown.

(And I know technically this was supposed to be the Japanese yandere Airachnid but— let’s just ignore that— maybe let’s pretend it’s the normal Airachnid okay? Please?)

But Arcee got 9 on courage.

Airachnid might got the cunning but at least Arcee got the feral.

And the way Arcee only got 7 on the intelligence out here is breaking stereotypes that the only girl in the group has to be smart.

Luckily not all Autobot and Decepticon rivalry ends in a Decepticon topping the Autobot.

For example.

Bulkhead is a lot— AND I MEAN A LOT better than Breakdown is.

He’s got higher strength (BH 10 and BD 9), intelligence(BH 5 and BD 4), courage (BH 8 and BD7), rank (BH 6 and BD 4) AND firepower (BH 7 and BD 6)

Bruh Breakdown is competing with Bulkhead just because he is insecure 😂😂😂😅😅

Bulkhead can actually sweep the floor with Breakdown if he wanna!

also I think Breakdown got the lowest stat in intelligence and rank than any other characters here.

This actually does explain how Breakdown could be killed so easily by Airachnid, honestly, since Airachnid got more than twice as much intelligence as him.

Well at least we know Knockout married him for true love.

And speaking of Knockout.

He’s SO WEAK!! 😂😂😂😂

Dude Knockout is an absolute LOOSER!! (At least according to the Japanese)

He LITTERALLY GOT 5 SKILLS, ENDOURANCE, AND 4 COURAGE!!

THAT IS ALMOST THE SAME ENDOURANCE AND ALMOST HALF THE COURAGE AS ARCEE (who is about only 1/2 of his body size btw) (his buff armours are just for shows) AND HALF THE SKILL OF RATCHET!!

HOW DID KNOCKOUT EVEN MANAGED TO BE A MEDIC!!

He is only a bit good on speeds. Now no wonder he loves racing ITS THE ONLY THING HE IS GOOD AT!! Bro litterally covers himself in makeups cause he’s too self aware 😂😂😂!

I wondered how he managed to lie so perfectly on his job resume.

And speaking of medics.

Ratchet is WAY better in everything than I expected.

He’s more than twice the medic Knockout would ever be.

He actually got EIGHT endurance which is surprising, cause that is only one star lower than Bulkhead!

The doctor might be old but he’s still got armors and bones as strong as boulders.

No wonder he kept getting beaten up in this serie but just got up fine and never snap his back once like my own grandpa after standing up from his chair.

Wheeljack on the other hand is also not bad at all.

He got 9 skills. I guess that’s what got him to be able to make all his terrorist toys.

Also it’s funny cause he’s only got 8 endurance, that’s 2 stars lower than Ratchet.

Could you just IMAGINE Wheeljack and Ratchet fist bumping as hard as they could but it was Wheeljack who ended up having to grab his fists in pain??

Also he only got 6 intelligence?? That’s honestly far lower than I excepted tbh. That is only one star higher than Bulkhead.

No wonder Ultra Magnus has such a bad time.

(it’s also funny how Arcee criticized Wheeljack for impulsively going to avenge Bulkhead when she herself is only like, one stat smarter, and does that with Airachnid on a daily basis (sure she didn’t drag any humans in but she is still barely better).

(Also by the way, speaking of Ultra Magnus, he doesn’t have a stat page unfortunately cause the Japanese TFP never got a season 3, it just ends at Optimus breaking the Alpha lock and that’s it, which means Ultra Magnus never appeared, and neither did Shockwave (beside that one Arcee flashback) and Predaking unfortunately).

Oh and the Dreadwing Skyquake twins are over powered.

Just look at them!

They are almost the exact same in stats except Skyquake got more endourance and Dreadwing got more fire power.! If Megatron had both of them at the same time they could just deep fry the Autobots in episode 10!

RIP Skyquake you had SO much POTENCIALS man. And to think that even the PRIME HIMSELF ALONE can’t take you out without major help from Bumblebee.

And speaking of Bumblebee.

HE MAXED OUT ON COURAGE.

Listen no one else in this whole list got courage 10 except Bumblebee.

Not Arcee, not Optimus, not Ratchet, not Smokescreen, and not even Wheeljack.

HE IS FERAL!!

Damn it man now thinking back I don’t think I recall a SINGLE MOMENT in the entire show, although it wasn’t obvious first time through, that Bumblebee actually considered for his own safety before doing anything. And it’s not even in an “I am willing to sacrifice my own safety for the greater good” way but a “Oh I’m gonna lose a leg for this but it’ll be nice? Sign me up!” Way! “Psyc link into Megatron? Count me in!” “Jump on top of Skyquake? You bet!” “Run straight toward Silas when you can litterally wait for 5 more minutes but then you can get your t cog back for five more minute earlier? I’m coming!!”

If it’s not for the fact that Bumblebee got a good dad that he’s happy to listen to he will be a bigger disaster than Wheeljack is.

The other kid, Smokescreen, is just a tad bit weaker. But he’s way better than I expected since he only just joined this war. (*cough cough* way better than Knockout).

However,

on the other servo.

Starscream is OVERPOWERED.

Bro has got EIGHT STRENGTH despite his skinny arms (same as Skyquake & Dreadwing), NINE SPEED (faster than Megatron), NINE FIREPOWER (same as Optimus) and TEN FRAGGING SKILLS (same as RATCHET)

Honestly. If it weren’t for the 3 courage, DUDE COULD ACTUALLY HAVE A CHANCE TAKING OVER MEGATRON!!! He

is

strong.

He honestly doesn’t even need the apex armour tbh! And there are countless times he got defeated probably only because he froze in fear or else he could have absolutely fought back and won!!

That 3 courage ruined him.

Also they don’t have Cliffjumper too and that is very unfair tbh cause Skyquake also appeared for only one episode but got his, and pretty unfortunate cause I really wanna see how strong exactly Cliff was before his death.

[021894s]

- 24 who are you?[1.7k w]

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PAIRING: brothers bsf! sunghoon x f!readee

WARNINGS: jealousy, cussing, unprotected sex (wrap it bruh), oral sex (both receiving) MINORS DNI

AUTHORS NOTE: ehe hi besties, here’s a little something to spice things up😅 hope you enjoy <3

The party at Ksana's house was in full swing. you were with your friends, laughing and enjoying some drinks. The music thumped in the background, creating a vibrant and energetic atmosphere. as you chatted animatedly, your gaze drifted and you saw sunghoon talking with yuna. she seemed to be openly flirting, batting her eyelashes and smiling in a way that made you feel a pang of jealousy.

determined to intervene, you took one last sip of your drink, feeling the warmth of the alcohol in your throat, and walked briskly towards them. upon arriving, without missing a beat, you wrapped your arms around sunghoon's neck and smiled broadly.

"hi, baby, I was looking for you," you said in a sweet but firm tone, looking directly at sunghoon and then casting a quick, meaningful glance at Yuna.

sunghoon, surprised but clearly pleased, returned your smile and embrace. "Hi pretty," he responded, reciprocating your gesture with a warmth that made you feel secure.

yuna, clearly annoyed, took a step back. "who the hell are you?" she said, trying to maintain her composure as her eyes darted between you and sunghoon.

"his girlfriend. but the better question is who are you?" you replied, keeping your smile while holding onto him tighter, making it clear he was yours.

yuna mumbled an excuse, something about needing to find someone else, and quickly walked away, leaving you alone with Sunghoon. You felt a wave of satisfaction and relief as you watched her disappear into the crowd.

sunghoon looked at you with a mix of gratitude and confusion. "what are you doing? ," he said, pulling you a little closer.

"claiming my man" you responded, feeling the tension dissipate. "I couldn't let someone like her get too close."

he smiled "you're crazy, you know that? what if heeseung saw?? or better yet one of his little flings sees and tells him"

"I don’t care, you’re mine and she clearly needed to know that” you lean in to whisper in his ear, “plus you look so fucking good right now”

sunghoon’s eyes go dark, your words inevitably turning him on. “you think so?” the alcohol running through your veins give you the courage to suggest the next thing, lord knows sober you would not be as bold as you’re being in this very moment, especially in such a risky environment “mhm, why don’t you take me to your room so I can show you just how good you look”

without another word sunghoon is dragging you up the stairs, if he didn’t know heeseung was probably hooking up with some random girl in his own room he would be a lot more worried about being caught, but the feeling of his cock growing in his jeans prevented him from forming rational thoughts anyways.

when you both reached sunghoon’s room, you were the first to smash your lips against his in a hot searing kiss that reminded you of the first time this happened in japan. you pushed him back toward his bed until there was no where else to go. he sits on the edge and you straddle his lap, your arms going around his neck as you kissed him deeply. he groaned, his hands going to your waist as he deepened the kiss. he could feel how needy you were from the kiss alone.

you pulled back, your eyes filled with desire. you stood up, your hands going to the hem of your shirt as you pulled it over your head. you stood there in just bra and panties, your body on display for him. his eyes take in every inch of you. “shit baby you’re perfect”

you reached behind you, unhooking your bra, letting it fall to the ground. you stood there, breasts bared for him to see. He groaned, his hands going to your tits as he squeezed them gently. you moaned, your head falling back as he played with your nipples. “feels so good hoonie”.

“yeah baby? love your pretty tits” oh your panties were growing wetter by the minute.

you reached down, your hands going to the waistband of your panties, pushing them down your legs, standing there completely naked in front of him. “fuck baby you’re getting me so hard”

“am I? I should probably do something about that then, don’t you think?” you reached down, hands going to the waistband of his pants as you undid his belt. you pulled it out of the loops, letting it fall to the ground, undoing the buttons of his pants, pulling them down his legs. you reached into his boxers, freeing his long, hard cock from its confines. “shit” sunghoon lets out in a low whisper, his bottom lip caged between his teeth at the sight before him.

you admired the pretty pink tip, how it was shiny and beginning to leak pre cum. you haven’t seen many dicks in your lifetime but you were willing to be sunghoons was one of the prettiest to ever exist. you gave it a few strokes, your hand working up and down his shaft. your eyes meet his as you lean down, mouth wrapping around the tip of his cock. eyes never leaving his, you sucked, tongue swirling around the head.

“just like that baby, feels so good” he groans his hands going to your head, holding you in place. you sucked harder, your mouth working up and down his shaft. you could feel him getting harder in your mouth, and you knew he was close.

you pulled back, eyes meeting his once again and you stood up from in between his legs. your hands going to his shoulders as you straddled his lap. “want you to fuck me” you positioned yourself over his cock, slowly lowering down onto him. his hands immediately go to your hips, holding you in place as you both let out a sigh at the purse euphoria you’re feeling. “pussys so tight baby, you gonna ride my cock?”

“y-yes hoonie” you begin to move, hips rocking back and forth as you rode him. He groaned, his hands going to your tite as he squeezed them gently, causing you to let out a pornagraphic moan, your head falling back as you felt him filling you up entirely. “so big fuck”

you leaned forward, hands going to the headboard to brace yourself. sunghoon began to thrust up into you, his hips meeting yours. “fuck baby you take me so good, can’t get enough of you” you moan, your body trembling as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

you leaned in, mouth finding his as you kissed him deeply. He groaned, his hands going to your ass as he squeezed it gently. you felt your orgasm quickly creeping up on you, vision blurry, the only thought in your mind was how perfect sunghoon felt inside you.

you broke the kiss, your head falling back as you felt herself tumbling over the edge “i’m c-cumming baby”. you cried out “fuck yeah baby cum on my cock. show me how good i make you feel” you feel your body shaking as you came hard. “i’m close baby” he tells you, his hips continuing to thrust up into you as he chased his own release.

he moans, his body trembling as he cums hard inside of you. you collapse onto him, your body spent. He wrapped his arms around you , holding you close as you caught your breath.

you sat there for a moment, your bodies still connected. you leaned back, eyes meeting his. you smiled at him, heart racing as you admired his tired out state.

He smiled, his hands going to your hips as he pulled you closer “that was incredible baby”. you wrap your arms around his neck, your body pressing against his. “you really know your stuff” you tell him, the both of you laughing and enjoying the moment,

you leaned in once again, your mouth finding his to kiss him deeply. his hands go to your ass, squeezing it gently. “would it be totally wrong for me to admit how much I want you to ride my face right now?”

you’re a bit taken aback by his sudden confession, but nonetheless it turns you right back on. “why don’t you let me then?” he smiles at you helping you up as you straddle his face, your legs already trembling in anticipation. “no hovering, i want you to sit” it sounds more like an order than anything and boy did it make you excited.

he could see the excitement in your eyes, and it made him hard. he couldn't wait to feel your wetness on his face, to taste you . He curls his arms around the back of your thighs pulling you closer to his waiting mouth. He begins to explore, flicking his tongue against your hardened nub, pressing light kisses as he works his way down to your wet hole. a soft gasp escapes your lips “mm shit”

you couldn't believe how good it felt. you had never felt anything like this before. sunghoon's tongue was magic, and he knew exactly how to t make you feel good. he was practically making out with your pussy, drunk on the taste of you. his tongue plunges in and out of you in a steady rythm that has you seeing stars. “fuck hoon your tongue feels so good” he moans against you, the vibrations causing a shiver down your spine.

you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your relapse, and he could feel it too. you grind your hips against his mouth in a quickened pace, his slender fingers coming up to rub your clit in tiny circles, sending you over the edge one again, “fuck fuck fuck baby, so so good”

with his lips back around your clit, you came., flooding his face with your juices. He helped you down, laying beside him as you came down from your high. “how was that?” you look at him, still dazed from how good he just made you feel “are you kidding? that was the best head i’ve ever had” he laughs, giving you a sweet, innocent cheek kiss that juxtaposes all the naughty things you both just indulged in. “let’s go clean up yeah?”.

the both of you spend the night in each others embrace. neither of you thinking much about how you were gonna get out of sunghoons room undetected by heeseung or jay. but that was a problem for tomorrow.

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[n3ptoonz]

'All That Jazz'

Pairing: Professor!Bucky/Professor!F!Reader

Fandom: MCU - AU

Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, reader is older - as in like "same age" as him (like mid to late thirties), reader is a foreign theatre teacher; speaks a different language (unspecified), reader is like the complete opposite of bucky, guys i had so much fun writing this, plot, subtle tension, technically public sx, HEELS, freaked out lover boy, body worship, yes he's wearing the suit like in the picture above, light masochism- DAMN - not proofreading allat.

Word count: 3.7k+ ... hahaha 😅

i'm trying out aesthetics/decorated posts, don't mind me🙂‍↕️

italicize text in quotations means a different language is being spoken - pictures used are not depictions

did i get this idea when i saw that quote from sebastian saying when he saw women wear heels sometimes he'd think about what she looks like only wearing heels...? don't even worry bout that bruh-

Bucky has been teaching AP US History at NYU for about five years now and has never worked up the courage to talk to you for more than just a conversation about grades or the occasional gossip about students or staff. You were extroverted and smiley. It's taken a while to get used to people calling him James instead of Bucky, but he kind of looked forward to hearing you say it in your sweet, honey-like voice. Everyday since he's gotten the job and seen you in the halls, you've worn a different color/patterned hat and stylish outfit that hugged your form just right, often tied together with a scarf around the neck. It drove him a little crazy to say the least.

Sometimes his students would tease him and tell him to just go for it already, to which he just brushes off and playfully glares at them. And there was that one time he saw you strutting towards the elevator in a blazer and pencil skirt brought together by a pair of red pumps. For the rest of that day he could only think about how you looked with only those heels on...But anyway!

Today was a slow day of grading essays before the midterm. He was knee deep in assignments and just wanted to get it over with.

You are former broadway show runner that hailed from a different country and took up teaching a decade ago in New York City. You were always so sweet and kind to everyone you've met. Theatrical and eccentric in a good way. Your hair was always uniquely styled, a few gray strands that you wore proudly. Your accent was rich as the fabrics you wore and your smile was to die for. You took particular interest in the introverted James Bucky Barnes, as you had never met someone like him before. But you found that to be a good thing.

It wasn't abnormal for you to frequently visit his classroom whether he was teaching or not. Your students often teased you too about how often you went out of your way to go to a whole floor below yours just to see him.

Three light knocks came to the door of his classroom before you popped your head in. You beamed your typical smile at him with a small wave.

"Hello, James," you chimed. "I hope I am not intruding on your grading process?" you asked, still standing at the door.

Bucky looked up from the stack of essays he had been grading, slightly startled but pleased to see you standing at the doorway. He set down his pen and leaned back in his chair, offering you a small smile in return. "Hey, ah, no, not at all. I could use a break from these essays," he replied, gesturing to the pile on his desk. "What brings you in?"

"I was just thinking about the upcoming midterm and wanted to bounce some ideas off you," you explained, stepping further into the classroom. "But now that I said it out loud, it sounds...boring." you added and turned to him. "Perhaps an evening at the jazz bar down the road isn't too big of an ask?"

You looked at him with those bright, expressive eyes, your smile still playing at the corners of your lips. It was clear you had taken a liking to the reserved history professor, appreciating his quiet intensity and sharp mind. The students' teasing remarks about your frequent visits to his classroom only served to encourage you, showing you that your interest in him was not unnoticed or unwelcome.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at your suggestion, a hint of surprise flickering across his face before a slow, genuine smile spread across his lips. "An evening at the bar, huh? That does sound more interesting than grading these essays," he mused, glancing back at the stack of papers on his desk.

He folded his arms across his chest, leaning casually against the edge of his desk as he considered your offer. "I suppose I could stand to take a break from the academic world for a little while. There are a few things I've been wanting to discuss with you as well," he admitted, his blue eyes meeting yours.

Bucky knew he should probably keep things professional, but there was something about your open mindedness for life and eccentric charm that made him want to let his guard down, even if only a little.

"Tell you what, why don't we meet there around 7? I can finish up here and then join you for a drink and a chat," he proposed, already looking forward to spending more time in your company.

"Sounds perfect! I should be able to get a good amount of grading done in an hour and a half. Good call." you nodded and sauntered over to the door. "Goodbye for now. And don't even be a minute late." you playfully narrowed your eyes and pointed at him before you chuckled and left out the door; the sound of your heels receding down the hallway.

Bucky watched as you sauntered out of his classroom, your playful warning and the sound of her heels echoing in his ears. He couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself but also mutter something not-so-appropriate under his breath. He ran his hands over his face and scratched his beard in thought. Thoughts of you and wondering if he just completely missed that you essentially asked him out on a date after work. Huh.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the clock was at 6:50. Bucky gathered up the graded essays and put them away in a drawer, straightening his tie and grabbing his coat--burnt orange, like his suit--before heading out of the classroom. After the short elevator ride to the ground floor, he exited the building and spotted the bar just a short distance away.

You were already at the bar with a glass of wine and swaying to the music when he walked in and spotted you. You glanced in his direction as he approached, that familiar smile flashing at him again.

"James!" you chimed and gestured for him to sit down. "Thought you might stand me up." you added in a teasing way given that he was definitely a minute late.

"Wouldn't dream of it." he said as he sat down, ordering for himself before looking back at you. "So, what did you want to discuss about the upcoming midterm?" he asked in a genuinely curious tone. He figured he play it safe, but he couldn't help but notice now that you look a little different than earlier. You weren't wearing a hat or scarf, your dress shirt was three buttons loose at the top and your lipstick was touched up. You appeared more...laidback; inviting.

You hummed and swirled the wine in the glass after taking a sip. "This is a little embarrassing," you said with a small chuckle. "I was really just finding an excuse to come talk to you. My midterms are very different from other curricula as it pertains to materials and...well, I guess I didn't want to sound too forward inviting you out for drinks on a school night." you added as you took another sip of wine.

Bucky nodded and laughed to himself. So he was correct in assuming this was like a date. Noted.

He took a sip of his whiskey as it arrived, the smooth burn familiar and welcome. "Well, I'm glad you found an excuse to invite me out for drinks," he replied, his voice deep and sincere. "Doesn't bother me at all."

Bucky allowed his gaze to linger on you for a moment, taking in the sight of you with the top few buttons of your shirt undone and your lips touched with a fresh coat of lipstick. The look was inviting, alluring, and he found himself clouded once again. All the possibilities laid bare in his mind with you sitting right in front of him. Seldom an ounce of shame.

"We could make this like a regular thing." he continued. The words left his lips before he could process the proposition but you didn't look put off by it. Not even a little bit. Instead, you gave a considering look.

"Sounds like a plan." you said, cheers-ing with his glass and finishing your drink. You leaned on the counter and just looked at him, admiring his features.

"So what does free time usually look like for Professor Barnes?" you asked as you tapped the rim of the glass in idle rhythm. Bucky took another swig of liquid courage before answering.

"Well, as you can probably imagine, my free time is usually spent in the pursuit of knowledge and learning," he began, a hint of playful weariness in his voice. "But I enjoy just sitting in the quiet sometimes. Going for walks to clear the mess that is my mind for a while, some reading, all that jazz."

He paused before continuing, realizing his answer might've been dry or a downer. "Though I must admit, lately my free time has been taken over by thoughts of a certain charming professor from upstairs," he added, his pretty blue eyes locked with yours as a slow smile spread across his face.

Good save, Barnes.

You gave him a look of 'Oh, really?' written all over your face, no words needed as you finished the last of your wine before standing up and holding out your hand.

"Would you like to dance?" you proposed. Your tone was one of why the hell not? What do we have to lose? Bucky stared for a moment, chuckling to himself. He hasn't danced since 1943, it feels like. He wasn't one for the activity, let alone has he ever had the chance to share it like this with a beautiful, talented woman such as yourself. He followed suit and finished his glass before standing up and taking your hand, a small embarrassed smirk on his face. Your heart fluttered at the sight of his eyes crinkling with joy.

"Why the hell not?" he said, letting you lead the way to the floor littered with people dancing together to the song You'd Be So Nice To Come Home To sung live. In a strange way, it brought Bucky back. To a time he thought long forgotten. A time he wanted to forget. Yet being here with you was game changer for sure.

"I have to warn you, though. It's been a while and I'm not as light on my feet as I used to be." he continued with a sheepish laugh under his breath. You waved it off and held both of his hands.

"Not a problem. Let's start steady, just follow me." you said, moving with every other beat so it wasn't too fast for him. He caught on faster than he thought. He matched your moves and rhythm in record time. This was the first time in a while he genuinely smiled. His grin was so wide and his grip on your hands was grounding.

"Someone's a fast learner!" you chirped. "'Been a while' my ass."

Bucky laughed and twirled you in his hand, taking your hands again and letting the song take him over.

"What can I say? I finally have a proper partner." he said, spinning you again. His heart stopped for a second at his own words. Did he just say that?

This time you ended up pulled flush to his chest. Bucky looked down at you with light pink cheeks as he cleared his throat. Just realizing his palm was resting comfortably on the small of your back.

"I didn't- I meant like-"

"I know what you meant." you said with a head tilt and lightly patted his chest in reassurance. You were both panting from the surge of energy that suddenly hit you both during the song. His lips pulled into a short knowing smile. As the song was coming to an end, something clicked in his brain, like he was teleported back to 1942. He held you tighter and dipped you, his face hovering over yours as if it was just you two in the room. Your gasp wasn't missed when you clutched onto his shoulders. You looked up at him like he was crazy, but not in a bad way.

When he slowly brought you back up, he saw a bright young woman in her twenties. A girl he wanted to impress, maybe get some ice cream with later. A girl he just wanted to walk around the city and hold hands with. He would be in uniform and try to sound as cool as possible with soldier talk.

Nobody else dancing around them mattered. And he knew it couldn't be the one glass of whiskey he ordered because he can't get drunk. It was you.

Maybe it was always you.

Neither one of you has uttered a word in the last sixty seconds. Just staring and holding each other. He wanted to say something first but his mouth had gone dry. He blinked and he was brought back to the present. A woman that looked around his age giving him the same look he was probably giving her.

"We should head back." you said. You saw him blink a few more times, as if to snap out of his own thoughts before he reluctantly let you go. He rubbed the back of his neck and gestured towards the exit. He didn't have anything else to say, really. This kind of thing--all of it--was lost on him. It's not like he's never been in love before, but damn it he truly thought he forgot what that felt like. What it was. What it meant to him and what it would mean for anyone he might fall for again.

Perhaps he's being a little dramatic, right? That was your job!

It was a quiet walk back to school. The university building in immediate distance yet it felt a mile away. Bucky felt awkward. Like maybe he messed up somehow with his lover boy bullshit. He had hoped he didn't. And if he did, he'd do anything in his power to fix it.

You, on the other hand, were trying to compose yourself. The attraction you felt towards him was suffocating. The tension between you two given any time you were together could be sliced in half. Now? You couldn't breathe. And the faint cologne on his collar was never a help.

The elevator ride was no better. Close yet so far. You two could barely make eye contact.

Once at his classroom, you haven't a clue why you walked in. You stopped at the door, gripping the knob for dear life. Your muscles contracted with something you haven't felt in years. That familiar sensation in your chest that spread to the rest of your body. You watched him awkwardly walk over to his desk and move some papers around like he was reading something. You could tell now that he thought he did something wrong.

Bucky ran his hand over his beard and sighed before turning to you. "I, uh," he started, taking a few steps towards you with his hand in his pocket. "If I came on too strong..."

He was still talking when you closed the door behind you and walked over to him, a finger to his lips as you pushed him backwards to the whiteboard. He looked at you with a bit of surprise. Shocked at your boldness but also that you made it clear he didn't mistake anything.

You slid your finger from his lips to his jaw, urging him to lean forward to meet your lips. You gave him a simple kiss. You wanted to pull back and maybe make a witty remark about how nervous he was, but he was activated now. You only invited him in and he's moving like he owns the place.

His hands slid around your back to hold you closer than ever. His strong arms unyielding but safe. He even made sure his metal arm wasn't using as much pressure as his flesh one.

It didn't take long for the kiss to get heated. The wine on your tongue nearly as sweet as you. The whiskey on his almost just as intoxicating. You could feel his arousal pressing against your thigh through your skirt, practically screaming to be released from its confines. The serum running through his veins allowed him hold his breath longer than the average person. However, Earth to Bucky, she can't breathe!

He backed away with a soft pant. His eyes half-lidded while the sound of you catching your breath filled this corner of the classroom. He could only think about how you looked with only those heels on...

"You're beautiful." he said, the back of his hand caressing your cheekbone. His gaze by itself was consuming you whole. Part of your focus was your smeared lipstick on his lips and his arms holding you like you were married for years in every timeline.

Bucky kissed you again as he lifted you by your hips to carry you to his desk. Once you were sat down he started to undo your buttons with fervor. There went your shirt in three seconds tops. Then your skirt, which took longer because he loved how it looked sliding down those thighs along with your panties. He sucked marks onto your neck as the skirt hit the floor, leaving you completely bare after he unclipped your bra without missing a beat.

He didn't bother with your shoes and you wondered why. So, when you went to remove them he stopped you, looking you dead in the eyes.

"These stay on." he said, pressing a kiss to your knuckle. He crouched down before you and started to tail kisses up your legs--tip of the shoe first. "Tell me about your favorite play." he whispered against your foot and kept kissing. You shuddered and gripped his desk. The sight before you almost too much to bear.

You started on about your favorite play, when you saw it, where you saw it, how it made you feel. Occasionally pausing in between thoughts so you didn't lose them due to this man worshipping every inch of your body. Bucky gave a longer kiss to a birthmark, smiling to himself when you softly gasped.

Once he reached your thighs, he slowly pried them open but his eyes were on your face. Watching what he's doing right. The most bizarre thing was that he was still fully clothed. His bulge the most obvious thing in the room against those tight ass pants--that did wonders for his ass, by the way.

In the blink of in eye, your lips meet again, your legs wrap around him, and he's inside of you. He groaned and cursed like he took a bite from his favorite food of all time.

You could get lost in the pools of his irises. They were just so blue. James Barnes, akin to a siren without uttering a word.

He wanted to set a slow pace, he really did, but damn it girl he nearly slipped out several times because of how wet you were from him just admiring your legs and you looked butt ass naked in only heels. This wasn't some shit you'd get back home so definitely weren't going back anytime soon.

When your heel scraped his back a little bit, he moaned into your shoulder. Your eyes widened just a tad. Bucky was tucked securely inside of you, thrusting and humping you like he'd die if he stopped. You were half hazy, trying to keep down your own sounds of pleasure but you were aware enough to lift your leg and drag your heel on his clothed back again. He moaned louder, gripping your hips tighter.

"Please," he whispered desperately. "Oh, baby, I'm not ready to be a father."

You twitched underneath him and ran your fingers through his hair, the other hand scratching his back to hold yourself back. That unraveling feeling was rapidly approaching you were seeing stars. Your breaths irregular and your walls clamping down on him. Almost like you were telling him it was okay.

"Shit-" he hissed in response as his hand slid up your waist so he wouldn't lose his grip. The pace increased in an instant and his climax was drawing near too. You felt so good against him. Your skin. Your lips. Your silky walls. The messy, squelching sound that echoed off the walls was a song he'd have on repeat. He made love to you with everything he had. Everything that was mildly irritating him today went into every stroke.

Your heel scraped against him one more time, just a little harder by accident and he was gone. His limbs weakened but he pulled out in time. Quiet, weak whimpers coming from him. Something...Something about that alone got him so excited. Maybe it really felt like he was in the 40s again. It was like sneaking into somewhere he wasn't supposed to be and fucking where he wasn't supposed to with a dame he wasn't sure he was taking home.

Your climax hit you two seconds after; an array of praises and filthy words flying out of your mouth under your breath and in your native tongue. Your back arched upwards and your feet pointed, making the heel dig into his side for a second. You clenched your jaw so a string of moans didn't wake up the entire social studies department.

Bucky huffed a heavy breath and stood up straight. His hand taking yours and pulling you up to meet him chest to chest. Holding you once again so you wouldn't fall over. He kissed you on the forehead and rubbed your back in the places that the desk definitely left marks, but you didn't look tired though. You carefully pried him off of you and pushed him backwards towards his desk chair with just your index finger, sitting him down before crawling into his lap.

"The suit stays on."

[zolass]

a kind of like soft smut with Marius Von Hagen and how he is actually pretty gently when it comes to other… things

THE DARLING OF VON HAGEN ···─Top! Marius Von Hagen x Bottom Male Reader

Summary: First you never thought you would get even close to the famous playboy from the Pax Group and son from Austin von Hagen. But things always take interesting turns in life. wc: 2.9k

tags: sub! reader, mostly just vanilla, fluff, first time, riding, pet names, younger Marius (1 year),

Note: I wasn't too sure what to do with the request was it has a lot of things one could do with this, Marius is also probably OOC, but hope it's alright.

It took me way too long bruh

You never really thought that you would be anywhere near close to someone like Marius von Hagen. A rich heir that has probably as much rumours and names swirling around, like designer clothes in his closet. 

Of course people say not to believe rumours about people you didn’t even meet, but it was rather hard as every day the news cast would report yet another woman hanging off of Hagen’s arm as if it was a new designer bag. So it was like a normal thing to believe that he is as they say, a playboy. 

But you were in for a shock as there was suddenly the same playboy standing in front of you, or more so it was rather more confusing as Marius looked rather shy, as he pushed you back into your dorm room before closing the door behind him. 

Your mouth opened and closed like the one of a fish, before you seemed to find your words to even utter a complain, “What the fuck?” was the only thing leaving your lips at the end. The taller male cleared his throat in obvious embarrassment, “I– actually wanted to do this differently but it wouldn’t be the best thing to be seen by others…” he said, as he scratched the back of his head, his purple eyes slightly downturned wanting to avoid your eyes.

But his words were confusing you even more, as he was the one to push you into your dorm for apparently no reason, which turned the confusion into annoyance. “You were the one to push me into my dorm, not the other way around. So excuse you?” your arms crossed over your chest, as your foot tapped irritated on the hardwood floor.

A sigh left Marius’ lips, as he seemed to finally have the courage to look at you. His purple eyes locked with your’s, “You’re right and I’m sorry for that but I rather have a– offer that would give both of us a benefit.” The other spoke, making your brows knit together. 

“What kind of offer?” You asked, and suddenly the usually confident male, looked hesitant, “I want you to be my date on a celebration, you would get paid for the few hours– and I don’t expect anything from you afterwards, you just have to be at my side,” Marius said, while he tried to fish his wallet out of his back pocket. You were silent, as you didn’t know how to respond and suddenly there were five grand in cash, right under your nose. You looked confused at the other. A small smirk played on his lips, “I’ll give you these now– and if you accept it, you’ll get ten grand every hour that you’re my date for the night,” Marius said.

Obviously it was a great deal, yet you couldn’t help the snort escaping you. “Why don’t you bribe one of the girls always hanging on your tail, like usual?” you asked, with a raised eyebrow. He seemed to think about how to answer, as he simply stared at you for a few seconds, before putting on a charming smile, “I didn’t feel like it, it would be too– bothersome.”

You didn’t say anything to that, a smirk formed on your lips as you pushed the money back toward his body, “Add another ten grand instead of these five– and we have a deal,” you said. A chuckle left Marius as his eyes stared in yours, “Then be ready tonight and– wear something nice,” were the last words from Marius before he left your dorm, with what seemed to be an extra pep to his step, but maybe your mind is just playing tricks with you.

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It was really a surprise how things change so easily, you were currently being led away by Marius, his hand holding yours tight, as he walked ahead through what almost seemed like a maze of corridors. He opened a door, and checked in it, before pulling you in. 

Your back was quickly facing the room, as large warm palms settled on both your cheeks. Purple eyes looked in yours, “Don’t listen to anything these people say. They don’t know what they’re talking about,” Marius spoke to you, while his thumb caressed your cheeks that slowly turned warm.

Oh yeah.. 

It seemed like a distant memory already, your mind wanting to push it as far back into the abyss of forgotten memories. You were always more attracted to men than women, of course women do have their charm, but not as much as men. Even though it’s pretty much normal now to see couples of the same gender walking around openly, some older generations do like to poison the minds of others.

The words the people said weren’t only directed at Marius, as it seemed to be a world wonder for him having a male as date, but there were also looks and distasteful words directed at you. Which Marius obviously got wind off and rather quickly excused the two of you before leaving into the next best secluded area. That’s how you found yourself now here, standing so close to the other, while his palms were caressing your cheeks.

You both were standing there in silence, until Marius stopped the caressing. He looked unsure, and before you could ask his voice already rasped out, “Can I– kiss you?” he asked in a hushed tone and to say you were taken aback. 

“Yes,” you croaked out without even thinking about it too much. You simply wanted to get a taste of his lips, maybe it was stupid as the chance of this simply being led by curiosity was higher than anything else.

Without wasting another second, Marius captured your lips with his own. A moan broke from your throat, only to be deafened by the kiss. Slowly one hand from Marius wandered down your body, to hug you closer by the waist. For Marius it felt like butterflies erupted in his stomach, regretting that he took so long to experience this. 

Your body  pressed against his, while your arms snaked around his neck pulling him closer to your lips. It was a long dream coming true for Marius. Did he fantasise how your lips would feel and taste? Yes. 

Slowly you both pulled away, just enough for you to take deep breaths. Gently Marius pressed his forehead against yours, his purple eyes half lidded, while he gazed at you. Taking in how you looked, the blush on your cheeks or the small tilting up at the corner of your lips. 

He was so lost in admiring you, he only watched dazed as your mouth moved, before your eyes opened. A playful glint in your eyes, which seemed to pull Marius out of his admiring, “What?” he asked, making a chuckle leave you. 

Marius’ heart was beating quickly as he watched you dumbfounded, “Do you always keep your date this close?” you asked in a teasing tone, but inside your stomach started to twist uncomfortably, it was stupid but you did have kind of an attraction towards Marius. 

“No.. you’re my special one,” he said these words without hesitation, and you couldn’t help but get flustered. Your cheeks heated up more by his words, and before either of you could say anything else, you pulled him into another slow and passionate kiss. 

Marius couldn’t help but feel happy at this moment, the one person, a guy, he wanted to get closer to, was now wrapped in his arms while your lips connected all over again. His hands were circling your waist, before he slowly manoeuvred you backwards, until you hit the edge of the bed. 

Surprised you fell down onto the cushioned surface, there was a short silence between the two of you, both unsure on what to say. “Ever spent a night with a guy?” you suddenly asked, surprising both of you. 

Your mouth faster than you put the words together in your head. Marius couldn’t help but knit his brows together, a shy look taking over, he didn’t know what to do with his hands, as they were basically frozen in the air where your waist was, just moments ago. Slowly he stood with his back straight, as he lifted his palm, to cover the lower half of his face, before he shook his head. “I didn’t,” he rasped out in the end. 

“Did you?” was the quick question back, and all you did was shake your head no as well. 

Marius seemed to get another, even if small, confidence boost as he lowered his hand, “Do you want to?” he asked. Without even having to think too much about it, which was rather dumb, you nodded. Marius leaned down, caging you in between his arms, as your breath mingled together. “Is it your– first time… like are you-” you interrupted the taller male, “A virgin? Yes,” you simply answered the unspoken question. 

He took in a sharp breath, Marius’ mind going rampant. He would be your first– the blush on his cheeks was turning darker, “Then– I’ll take care of you,” he whispered against your lips, as he leaned closer. 

You simply nodded, your eyes jumping from his slightly swollen lips, back to the violet eyes, “Please do,” you whispered, and these words seemed to be the go for him, to kiss you again. For Marius it felt like he couldn’t get enough of your lips, as he took his time. Before he started to kiss down your jaw, slowly unbuttoning your shirt before trailing kisses down to your collarbone. 

Quickly helping him at getting your shirt off, you felt his warm mouth on your exposed skin. His tongue flicks over your nipples, before continuing to kiss your torso, all the while he mutters against your skin how soft it feels underneath his lips and fingers, and how beautiful you are. You blushed as his words sent blood straight down to your crotch, creating a bulge against your slacks.

Marius noticed the obvious bulge, and all he did was press a kiss on it, before the next thing sliding off of your body were your pants. He looked up at you, as you were only sitting there in your underwear. You gave him a shy nod, and watched as he slowly pulled the last fabric off you.

Your average sized dick sprang free, gently hitting your stomach as precum smeared on your skin. Unable to even close your legs, as Marius already placed his own leg between yours, you could only endure the way his eyes trailed every inch of your body, soaking it all in, making the embarrassment flare up inside of you. 

“It’s not fair– I’m already naked and you’re still wearing everything,” you said, while looking away. A chuckle left Marius, as he was rather surprised at himself being so– lost in his own thoughts while he admired your body. “Sorry darling– I got distracted by your sheer beauty.” Marius said, while he watched how you react to his words and the sudden name he gave you.

And it was definitely worth it, the redness reaching the tip of your ears, as you bit your lower lip, while just a small shiver rushed through your body and the twitch of your leaking cock. 

Gently he took your chin in his hand, slowly making you look at him again, and as you did, he leaned back. Yet his leg stayed between yours. “Then engulf the view, just like I did.” Marius said, before he started to undress before your attentive eyes.

And by god, did he love it.

It didn’t take long for him to drop the last piece of clothing beside the bed, before he stayed where he was just for a bit longer, letting your eyes take everything in. But before he returned to you on the bed, he quickly walked to the nightstand, pulling the cabinet open. For the first time he rather thanked whoever that the rich people were rather– special in many cases, as he found lube in the cabinet. Making his way back to you, he swiftly opened the cap.

He lubed up his fingers, before throwing the bottle aside. As he moved back between your legs, you were more nervous now. Before he started to prep you, he started to distract you as best as he could with kisses and words.

It didn’t take long until you were panting, your cock dripping more and more precum, while Marius was rock hard just by the moans of pleasure flowing from your lips. A whine left your lips, “‘wanna ride you,” you said which surprised the other. 

His purple eyes trained on you, “are you sure?” he asked, but you only nodded. A quick okay came from the man that was about to take your virginity, as he walked around the bed to sit against the headboard. Slowly you crawled over to his form, and Marius swore he could’ve just come on the spot, as you looked so sexy– seductive and simply so beautiful.

As you were right in front of him, he helped you to hover above his aching cock, as he caressed your hips and waist. Yet instead of focusing his eyes on the closeness of your hole and his cock, he looked up at you. His eyes flickering over your expression, “We don’t have to do it, the night is already unforgettable. Don’t force yourself-” he started, yet you spoke up quickly, “But I want it– just as much as you apparently.”

Marius leaned forward placing a kiss on your chest, “If you’re completely sure,” he whispered, before he slowly helped you down on his cock. As his tip breached the tight rim, Marius had to hold himself back to not just cum. While you let out short gasps, the burning sensation of being slowly stretched on Marius’ cock. 

As he was fully in your hole, you leaned against him chest to chest, while your face was snug against his neck. Your arms were also wrapped lazily around his neck, one arm was draped over your waist, while the other caressed your thigh and hip. 

You leaned slightly back, and without a word you both shared another kiss, slow and gentle. He placed both his hands on your hips, as you slowly started to move up and down on his dick, breathy moans and groans left both of you, as Marius helped you ride his cock. 

It continued like that, and if you were honest it was better than you thought your first time would be, and for Marius it was mostly the fact that it was you. Even though he’s not a virgin, it was his first time with a man too. “‘m cum– cumming.. Nhg-” you moaned, and it took only a few more hits to your prostate, before you moaned loudly. Cum spurting out of your tip, as your back arched and your eyes rolled back slightly.

Your hole clenched tightly around the long cock, while Marius continued to chase his release, as he thrusted up into you, hitting your prostate over and over again, before he came with a groan. His cum painted your hole white, as one warm load was pumped into you. 

Both of your sweaty bodies clung together, as you catched your breath’s. “Thank you, Mar.” you mumbled against his shoulder, all the while he held you in his arms, rubbing your back soothingly. “I should thank you too, darling,” Marius whispered, his warm breath tickling your ear.

There was a peaceful silence between the two of you, “Round two?” you asked suddenly, and Marius couldn’t help but chuckle. “Insatiable, darling?” he shot back teasingly, making you also chuckle.

“For you? Probably always,” you confessed, heart beating quickly. The arms around you tighten, “Then it’s good that I’m just as insatiable for you, darling.”

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Remembering the time, where you both basically confessed to each other, after having sex before an official date, that Marius had originally planned, you were now sitting with the same man on the couch. Rings snug on both your fingers, as you watched the oldest son of Austin von Hagen, Giann von Hagen, get scolded by his own fiance.

A chuckle came from the right, where Austin was seated, watching the same spectacle unfold before his very own eyes. You leaned against your husband of one year and boyfriend of four, who simply pulled you closer with the arm wrapped around you, before placing a kiss on your head. His thumb caressed the back of your hand, which laid in his larger palm, “Want to get out of here?” he asked you in a whisper, and you simply nodded.

As the two of you got up, you caught the attention of Austin, who simply raised an eyebrow, “We’re going to be back before dinner,” Marius quickly spoke, before pulling you out of the living room and mansion. A small chuckle came from the elderly man, while he shook his head, he couldn’t help but be happy for his children, having found love just like he did once.

Purple eyes glanced at the large portrait of a beautiful woman, “I hope you can see from above what fine young men our son’s became,” he mumbled. “Where did they go?” the confused voice of Giann snapped Austin out of his thoughts, the older man simply smiling, “Enjoying their youth,” Austin simply answered, and chuckled as he watched his eldest son roll his eyes, “They better be back before dinner,” before returning to his significant other.

[nouearth]

an internship at wayne interprises. (part ii)

bruce wayne x male reader headcanons

part i.

warnings: smut, age gap, bottom reader, breeding, virgin!reader, top!bruce, established relationship, lowkey kind of fluffy, bruce is falling in love.

a/n: aaaand it's finally here! i hope you all enjoy the long awaited part two! i was watching american psycho recently and bruh, i forgot how hot he looked in it. like. i want to run my tongue all over him.

—as intimidating as bruce was, he never found the courage, or time really, to isolate you from your responsibilities.

—was it cowardliness that he was faced with? or was it that returning feeling that churned in his stomach, swelled in his chest, until it made him rethink the thoughts he’s had of you?

—guilt. he never felt it when he was jerking off to your pictures, which have become a daily routine now. 

—but it returned in powerful marches, ached at the center of his heart, ridiculing him for thinking about his employee in such a crude, exploitive way.

—he always felt it when he saw you first thing in the morning, working quietly, mindlessly as your body had begun to become used to the caffeine.

—like wind chimes, you moved around people - around the wind - not with them, as you made your way to the break room. 

—three packets of sugar and two spoons of creamer normally kept you awake, but the frozen pocket pizza in the toaster oven was the real source of your energy. 

—bruce winced as he silently watched you from afar. you yawned, rubbed your eyes as the heat from the toaster oven warmed the surrounding area.

—jesus, no wonder you’re always so tired. look at the shit you’re eating.

—the march of soldiers, rioting against guilt, roared, and he was reminded of his privilege immediately after. a butler that had been providing him three nutritious meals a day since birth, and a garden of wealth that allowed him to afford a home gym with the best equipment; it was all handed to him and while he did his best to give back to the city, it was never enough to pacify the war zone of his chest. he was a person, a wealthy person, but a person nonetheless.

—you were a person.

—though ironically enough, he came to the the image of you hungrily licking the grease off your fingers when you were finished with breakfast later that night.

—there was always something new about you that he would fixate on when his hand met his cock, stroking it with a glorious amount of lube until it dried. 

—though he never fretted, because your lips, your face, your nose - everything about you - milked him until the fresh stock of cum had become the only slime that layered his softening erection.

—like bruce’s nights, you’ve begun infiltrating the routine of his mornings now.

—or rather, bruce began infiltrating yours after he visited you in the break room for the first time.

—good morning, mister wayne…

—oh, new intern, right? your name was…?

—he always feigned his disinterest because he liked hearing your name come out of your handsome mouth.

—(m/n), sir…

—it sounded beautiful. the softness of your voice kindled a tenderness in bruce and it could’ve cradled him to sleep had the coffee from the break room not been so disgusting and cheap.

—the third time, he memorized the pattern you spoke in. your voice always trailed off at the end of a sentence as if it had been stolen by a criminal.

—it’s (m/n), sir…

—he wished he could be that somebody.

—the fifth time, he’d gotten used to the watery aftertaste of the coffee.

—wait, don’t tell me. your name rhymes with…

—and when you laughed because bruce was completely off by a mile, he saw a glimpse of your soul that had been sheltered by intimidation and anxiety.

—he learned he wanted to become a part of your life when he took you out for lunch.

—long overdue, but i usually take my interns out for lunch.

—bruce usually didn’t.

—oh—mister wayne, i don’t think that’s necessary… i already packed lunch.

—great! you don’t have to pack for tomorrow then.

—wait, but i haven’t set up the meeting with—

—i’ll get someone on it—already made reservations, c’mon.

—he’d learned so much about you that day, then the following, and the next; your upbringing, your hopes and dreams, your downfalls, it felt like he was walking on water with the way you willingly opened more of yourself every consecutive day.

—he could listen to you talk for hours, become poisoned by it if your voice was liquid, and bruce accepted that risk when he made another routine to invite you for lunch.

—previous nights were as followed: he stroked his cock to you, breathing heavily into the memory of your cologne, the wrinkles of your shirt, the curl of your lips when he made a joke.

—since he’d gotten to know you as more than a stained selfie, more than the meek statue that stood in the corner; instead of feeding himself with the thoughts of you that derived from pure lust, the reality of his nights had shifted.

—he stroked himself, that never changed. but he closed his eyes, breathing until he could see the ghost of you by his side.

—your shared bodies tensed into one another as his body curved forward into the arc of your back when he pushed in for the first time. you reached back to hold his thigh, pausing his thrusts because you needed to adjust, because you wanted to feel all of him in complete comfort.

—it was intimacy.

—it only melted - your body - when bruce kissed the shell of your ear, telling you that he’ll continue once you were ready. you let him in, sprouted for him like a bud in spring, and felt all of him swell larger inside of you with a whimper.

—it was vulnerability.

—he made sure you were touched, palming your erection as he rocked his own into your bud. from the nape of your neck to the hill of your back, he blessed you in the wet of his mouth, battling the sweat that had gathered on your body to see who would claim the vacancy of your body.

—he made sure to make you feel safe, drowning you in affection with his low voice, with the bridge that had constructed between your soul and his as he thrusted deeper, connected into you when he pressed into a spot that had the heavy air memorize every letter of bruce’s name.

—and finally crossed when he filled you with all of his endearment towards you, heavy and thick in combative sequence. he never pulled away in fret of losing the sentiment—in fret of losing you. 

—it was love.

—from then on, bruce was devoted to melt the frost that had shielded you, just as you had melted his.

—because he was going to protect you now.

—the guilt that had been egging the shelter of his heart wilted in the pit of his stomach when he kissed you for the first time.

—and then completely died when you kissed him back. 

—your arms were around his neck, and his were around your waist. you and bruce slow danced to the tune of his favorite song, in the middle of his living room, and so did your lips when he leaned in again.

—it never progressed further than that, despite the ache in bruce’s pants yelling at him to. he wanted to savor every moment with you, in case he happened to chase you away like he did with the others.

—you were special, and bruce held you like the rarest gem on earth for the first time that night.

—again, when he visited you in mornings to drive you to work.

—again, on nights where you were too tired to drive back to your apartment.

—again, after morning meetings were over and every businessmen and women left the vicinity upon the announcement of food catering a few floors down.

—and then again, when bruce’s thoughts had become a reality.

—b-bruce, ngh…

—you reached back to his thigh like in his thoughts, carefully maneuvering and pacing his thrusts into you. your breath stained deep into the cover of his pillow when bruce applied his weight into you, fitting his broad body to the dip of your back.

—i got you, hm? —nice and slow…

—his voice tickled your nape, soothing it with chaste kisses when your muscles tensed, and you breathed harder into the pillow when you let his thigh go, freeing him to do as he pleased. the warmth of your breath fogged your skin as his girth opened you to a profound feeling you’ve been too intimidated to discover

—faster, please…

—he was humored, not because you were embarrassing like the flush of your skin thought, but because you were still the same person he’d met months ago, appeased by it. you were calmed by an assurance, a kiss to your shoulder then your lips, yet your body only continued to bloom with roses. 

—you’re still so polite even when we’ve done so many things together…

—bruce pressed deeper into you, panting in your ear as he delivered on your timid demands. he knew you now—read you like a book. you were too afraid to ask for anything despite becoming so vulnerable with each other, and he made sure that you were safe with him.

—your requests were silent sans the moans that have escaped, but he heard every single one of them. his hips drove into you harder for a few rhythms, then excruciating slower to coerce a plea out of you—to pull your beautiful moans along with desperation.

—he wanted to hear you, pulling himself completely out of your bud.

—f-fuuuuck, bruce! please—i need you, please.

—more, he needed to hear you want him as much as he’d been wanting you. his arms wrapped around your waist, and his fingers curled over your cock. it provided a friction, a hole for you to press into as his fist was sandwiched between your body and the bed, and you took the opportunity to desperately thrust into it.

—secretly, you’d hope to thrust yourself back onto his cock.

—but again, he knew you; silently observant and logical, and he raised his hips back, avoiding the desperate grinds of your bottom.

—how badly do you need me, hm? —how bad do you want me?

—bruce needed to hear it, to compel a truth to his prophecy. his hand unwrapped around you and you were left desperately grinding into the soft fabric of his sheets with a whine. they were music to his ears, and the drips of his cock dribbled over the curve of your bottom as if they were notes to a stave, to the sound of your torment.

—i-i need you, please…

—he exhaled.

—so bad.

—he gulped.

—so fucking bad…

—he throbbed.

—mister wayne… —please…

—bruce’s two worlds had collided: his previous thoughts of you rocketed into the current with a cloudy explosion, and he succumbed. you looked back at him with glassy orbs, sweat running down the side of your face, and bruce was overwhelmed by the beauty our deepest desires. how quickly it could destroy the barrier that we’ve built, how quickly he could destroy yours and unfurl your vulnerabilities when he finally drove himself back in one long and smooth thrust. 

—f-fuuuuck...

—it was continuous. you wouldn’t admit it, but he knew you preferred being filled like this. he notified the curl of your fingers, clutching at whatever you could to fulfill the aching need to grasp onto something.

—god—

—hard when bruce came down, but slow and affectionate when he pulled out. you felt every thick inch sliding in and out of you. at times, you would purposely tighten in fear of losing bruce, but his thrusts reminded you that you wouldn’t.

—bruce reminded you again when his lips suckled on your shoulder.

—i’m close, (m/n)…

—when his hand stroked your aching cock.

—m-me too…

—and when bruce pushed all of his sweaty weight onto you with one hard thrust.

—shit, shit—

—the boiling feeling in his stomach unfurled inside of you to release his devotion in heavy, white loads. they filled you with heat, spreading thick within you as bruce slowly rocked himself weakly, squeezing every ounce of his love into you until you could feel it yourself.

—bruce—

—your eyes rolled back and you could feel the thick of his cum dripping out of you and down your legs the more he plunged into your hole, and it didn’t take very long for you to come undone yourself. the seam of your mouth kept your moans contained as you blasted bruce’s fist and the sheets with your affection, and it wasn’t until his hand came down to pump you that you exhaled a staggered, breathless groan. the drips came out heavy, sticky, and you rocked into bruce’s fist until they spread themselves thin onto your pelvis, over your cock, and stained deep into the sheets.

—as you both lay breathless, bruce remained on top, puzzled into you as he found comfort in your muscles loosening like the flaccid of your length. he continued playing with your soft flesh, squeezing and spreading the layer of seed that covered his hand, and chuckled when you silently squirmed. 

—not away from him like he’d thought, but back into him.

—because he was your guardian now.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[lettuceplus1]

Just be a femboy bruh not that hard

at first i was just going to ignore this because it's a blatantly invalidating statement, but i figured i could respond in hopes that i can enlighten someone on the subject. i was a femboy. that's where it starts for a lot of us trans girls - just being a feminine guy - and i really connected with the concept because i never really felt wrong living as a guy. my whole life i was never in touch with masculinity as a concept, but was perfectly fine with who i was as a guy as i started to express myself intentionally more fem. however, as time went on i learned a lot of things about myself. i learned that, even if i didn't mind being a guy, i managed to find some excitement in the times where i was referred to as a girl, whether it was unintentionally (wearing a mask during covid made me come across as a girl a lot) or even as a joke (i was dubbed the "mom" friend of my group as a guy). despite the lack of gender dysphoria i felt, i managed to experience gender euphoria instead, and as terrifying as it was to think i could be trans, i didn't want to suppress how i felt and decided to explore it more. it's been only about a year now since i've been able to fully say that i am trans. before that, it was years of questioning, thoughts lingering and not being sure what anything means. by all means, i was hesitant to call myself a girl. i wanted anything but to be trans. it genuinely feels like a horrible to say, but if it truly were a choice, then i would go back to being cis and make my life a million times less scary and difficult than it is. but one thing i cannot do is be dishonest with myself. ever since i worked up to courage to accept the label and dive into new waters, things have continued to change. and they will for as long as i live, because change is just human nature. i've slowly but surely dropped the remaining male/masculine parts of my identity, and have even had the misfortune of developing dysphoria about certain parts of myself along the way (believe it or not, the dreams from my comic have played quite a big part in that). but it's come with a sense of certainty, finally feeling confident in knowing who i am and what i want to be. all the years spent awkwardly living as a guy have turned into moments where i can be confident as a girl. there are things about myself i've always felt gross about, despite them being natural parts of who i was as a guy, and it's only now i'm realizing that a lot of them have to do with just. being a guy. so while i can't choose who i am inherently, i am making the choice to embrace it. there are plenty of femboys out there who have confidence in their identity as a boy, and i have nothing but respect for them. there are also plenty of femboys out there who will come to find that maybe there's more to the feeling than just the clothes, hair, or smooth skin. everyone has their own journey and i'm only here to tell you about mine. but regardless of how much easier it was to be cis, i've grown and learned that i'm not. i hope this helps you understand <3

[ordering-milk-at-a-bar]

Bruh can you imagine the hell I'd set loose by adding Courage and Koridai into tA'sTG? It's never going to happen, but imagine if it did. I can't even begin to imagine the amount of dirty jokes I'd have to write because of them.

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*immediately after an argument with Apothecary![Name]*

Koridai: She says "is beauty all that matters?" and you say "what else is there?"

Courage: It was dumb, I know.

Koridai: You should write a book. "How to offend women in five syllables or less."

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