#I'm uh... I'm definitely a bottom here

[runawaymarbles]

Fanbinding(ish): Gideon the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir

Leather on bookboard, with hot foil stamping on the spine. The endpapers are a Japanese wave design, partially as a reference to Canaan House being on the water, and is also a reference to the fact that this book was a birthday present for @eebeesee, who is a giant weeb. (Fun fact: I bought that paper in 2012 and have been waiting uh, 11 years, to find the perfect project for it.)

Process under the cut.

Remember two months ago when I said I wasn't wild about doing another paperback-to-hardback conversion? Well. More fool me. (I did try and find a sewn hardback to take apart, but apparently this book was not sold as a sturdy hardback. Cue rant.)

I've tried debossing with leather before, so obviously, for embossing, I decided I'd just pick the most complicated design possible. I had to modify the skull a bit--taking out the IX, which did NOT cut well, and I had to make the lines around the glasses thicker.

After several hours of cricut cutting and experimentation, here is the cover pre-leather. (I also had to floss the skull's teeth with an awl to get some fuzz out, which I found very funny.)

Then, leather:

As you can see, I lose a lot of details in the teeth there, so I went around the edges with a heated brass stylus.

I bought a special skull stamp for the spine: it definitely wasn't made for heat, because while it did serve the purpose, it also came with a metal handle which made handling it awkward. (Oven mitts did not give me the necessary amount of dexterity. I ended up sort of wrapping a paper towel around the handle. My cousin has since informed me that we do own fire resistant gloves, but I did not remember this at the time.)

The stamp was also a pain to get even: it had to be at juuuuust the right temperature and pressure, or you'd either get too much or too little, as shown. It was also pretty picky about foil, but the brass color matched the endband cloth and insides best anyway, so that worked out. (White was a definite no.)

The other fun bit of this was doing the edges: I did them with black foil, but as we established in my earlier foiling experiments, that's not the most reliable. I think I got the best results so far on the top, but kept getting flakes on the others. I ended up painting the outside edge with ink, and then foiling on top of that. The bleed onto the pages ended up looking pretty neat, but since I hadn't done it on the top, I didn't do it on the bottom so that it wouldn't look weird on the inside. I'm not sure the foil added as much gloss as I was hoping for so next time I might just do the ink.

It did mean that I had to separate all the pages twice; I ended up bringing this to my girlfriend's haircut appointment and working on it in the corner. I hope it was the most strangely specific thing the stylist had seen someone doing when they tagged along.

[sinning-23]

Bikinis On Top (OPLA Bikini Headcannons)

Seeing their bbygrl in a bikini opla headcannons

THis gets a lil RISQUE soooo 18+

Hey youguys i know its been a while lol I've been s swamped with work and Enjoy this in honor of hot girl summer approaching lmao I promise I'm getting back into eh groove of writing!

alos pls excuse spelling errors yall know me lmao

Luffy

-It’s hot and his shirts are open 9 times out of 10 so

-He was a bit stunned to see you with one of Nami's bikini tops adorning your chest with a nice pair of jean shorts.

-Boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs

-He's really trying to act normal but you can always tell when those big brown eyes start shifting from your face to your chest. And he always has that goofy grin on his face

-Strongly believe he's the type to impulsively bite them. lmao like literally grab two handfuls and CHOMP.

-He always was more of a boobs guy.

Zoro

-"Where's the rest of your shirt."

-He’s got his eyes skillfully flickering from your chest to your eyes then to you collar bone and again.

-“You don’t like me showing them off?” You question, slipping past him with a smile

-the funny thing is, you’re not talking about your boobs. You’re talking about the bites and hickeys he skillfully placed along them

-crazy how near the end of the day, the only thing the crew can seem to find as a trace of you is the discarded bikini top

Sanji

-He helped you tie it this morning when the sun had first been shining to brightly into your room, heating both of you up.

-personally, Sanji likes it when you wear the full piece, the straps of your bottoms just barely peaking out from the low-rise jeans you've got on.

-He also is one to pull your strings when you're also so the top just falls down to reveal the girls

-Is the type to lift you up out of the pool and set you up to sit on the steps like the goddess you are and just admire.

Usopp

-matching swimsuit set matching swimsuit set matching swimsuit set

-He always likes seeing you in a nice brown or sage green two-piece.

-won't say anything but wow when he sees you and smiles.

-Keep it polite but just know his hugs from behind will always end with him pulling at your bottom straps and letting them snap against your skin.

"USOPP!" You yelp, narrowing your brows at him while you massage the spot.

"Ok ok, i'm sorry mommas" He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the affected area, his large hands massaging the flesh of your thighs.

Nami

-Strictly a bikini gf and wifebeater+swim trunks gf duo lmao

-This can go either way actually. If she feels like a bikini kinda day it's gonna be a bright orange or a pure white with a sunhat and a nice flowy cover-up

-A she can't and won't make it easy for you to keep your hands off her,

-If YOU are in the bikini and she's in the swim trunks she REFUSES to keep her hands off you. She knows her girl looks good asf.

-Expect to have your ass smacked.

Shanks

-Is definitely keeping you on his lap while everyone else is splashing around. It was a pretty chill day and everyone decided hey why not go for a swim

"Can I please get in the water Shanks?" You sigh, pulling the strings of his swim trunks as he smiles and gives a quick "Nuh-uh"

-"Your ass looks too good. Just stay here a little longer hm?" he asks, squeezing your thighs, pressing kisses to your shoulder.

-He doesn't waste time taking you somewhere secluded to pull those bottoms to the side, somehow loving the way your ass looks in those bottoms every time he thrusts

Mihawk

-He personally likes it when you wear one of that cute pinup like 50's monokinis? And some wedges with a bandana. UGH he's gonna be right there with you avoiding the sun under the umbrella (that pale ass skin lmao)

-Will 100% lather you in sunscreen and just paper your shoulder with kisses.

-He's not taking you to eh pool he's taking you to the beach and you're just sitting together, enjoying one another company

-"I'm fucking you within an inch of your life after this." H admits in monotone, skin already starting to darken in a tan

-"Yes splendid." You reply still resting, enjoying the faint heat of the sun.

Buggy

-HAHAAAAAA this man will tear it off and then feel bad and get you another one...just to tear that off too

-is a sucker for the bikinis with anything on the boobs lmao he thinks they look like targets

-I like to think that ocean water is the only thing like that is an issue lmao so it is safe to say he's in the pool every summer, roughhousing with you and the rest of his crew

-I mean just a bunch of fucking kids lmao, macro polo, chicken fight, pretending to be a shark, you name it

-accidentally caused a nip slip tho and yelled for everyone to look away while shielding his girl.

[crybabystilinski]

FIRST KISS

pairing — bsf!stiles x bsf!reader

warnings — suggestive, nothing really

word count — 1.7k

a/n — i wrote this with buzzcut stiles in mind until the end and i haven't been reading a lot for teen wolf so it's probably really ooc but whatever🤷‍♀️ i didnt feel like proofreading so lmk if you see any mistakes! part two here

thinking about . . . bsf!reader and stiles talking about virginity. first base, second base, further.

thinking about . . . stiles having to admit he'd never even kissed a girl, much less had any actual use for a condom. the one time he did completely failed.

thinking about . . . the way his cheeks would flush when he admits it, his fingers twitching with his usual nerves and embarrassment.

"no, i’ve never—i mean, uh—"

"wait, have you not had your first kiss?" you were hoping he wouldn't notice the smile that crossed your lips. it wasn't amusement, or anything condescending, the question itself was out of pure curiosity. definitely not because you liked him. but the thought of stiles having no experience, you kinda liked.

"i'm not judging. i was just curious." he met your eye after that, a slow and subtle sigh leaving his lips. he readjusted in his seat, jerking his hips forward to lean further back on your couch. "i have not had my first kiss, but i'm sure i'm not missing out on much."

a silence followed his response. one, because it was a fat (and really bad) lie. and two, because you're now trying not to bust from the sight of him alone.

"that was the worst lie i've ever heard from you." he quickly nodded. "yeah."

another silence. another pause.

"do you want to?" you asked him, seeing his eyes flicker with curiosity and surprise. "want to.. kiss you?"

you nodded, now realizing just how bad your suggestion could turn out. you could've just ruined everything. but no, stiles is a teenage boy, he wouldn't be upset about a chance to kiss a girl. no matter who it was. right?

you could feel yourself tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, subconsciously gnawing on it.

stiles on the other hand, was dying. his lifelong crush and best friend just offered to be his first kiss, of course he wants to say yeah. but what if his breath stinks? what if, what if, what if?

his brain is going a million miles an hour, maybe double what it normally does, and your stupidly suductive lip-biting had him feeling like he short-circuited.

"i mean, yeah, obviously."

you had to restrain yourself from smacking your own head. why did you choose him of all people to be annoyingly in love with?

"right, obviously." you rolled your eyes playfully, sitting up to face stiles. when he didn't move, you motioned to come closer. "c'mon stiles, i'm not about to sit on your lap."

he moved to lean up, inching closer. but his hands were held out in the air, clearly not sure where to put them. you couldn't help the quiet giggle that escaped your lips while you grabbed and moved his hands.

you placed them loosely on your waist. "just relax and be comfortable. confident. if something's wrong, i'll tell you, okay?" he nodded, and you could feel his fingers flex against you. he adjusted them slightly, venturing further down, closer to your hips. "is that okay?"

you nodded with a laugh, putting your own hands on his shoulders. a shiver went down his spine, ticklish to his buzzing nerves.

then you leaned in, stopping right as your lips brushed his. you wanted to make it hot, you wanted him to feel how you do for him. and granted, you couldn't do that with just a kiss, but you could definitely make him think about it.

you pulled back less than an inch, feeling his warm breath fan over your mouth, then pushed forward, finally connecting with him. he kissed back, and although it was a little awkward, a little erratic, you liked it. it was stiles.

but you wanted more, and you were pretty sure stiles did. he would randomly push further, like he was going to take control, then he would soften out. you pulled away for a second, no more than a couple inches, and make eye contact with stiles.

his eyes were droopy, flickering back and forth from your eyes to your lips. his lips were parted and slightly plump, darker red than before, and his breathing was heavy and irregular. fast then slow, then shallow.

you were going to be the death of him.

but before either of you could say something, or ruin the quiet moment, you kissed him again.

this time you were taking even more control, a need to be closer to him taking over. your lips began to open more, your tongue diving into his mouth. the clashing of your teeth and your tongues. it was rough, but it felt oddly comforting.

at some point you raised your body subtly, getting leverage over stiles. his hands were gripping your waist tighter, an underlying possessiveness to it that you were blissfully unaware of. all you cared about right now was how hot it was.

he was holding you so rough but so gently, so possessively but so shyly, it was confusing your already need-foggy head.

your mouth slipped away from his own, lips pressing wet, open-mouth kisses across his rosy cheeks and jawline. aside from the obvious reddening from your makeout, his rosy cheeks were a feature you noticed that were always present.

his now grown out buzzcut used to help bring attention to his face. his cute little button nose, his sharp jawline, the constellation of moles scattered down his face. when your lips came across one, they got a gentle and sweet peck.

your leg swung over his lap, putting you on top of him. the position was more confortable, but it was obviously going to have an effect on stiles.

through yout descent, you found a specific spot right below his ear. a spot that, with a suck, a kiss, a nibble, would cause a noise to escape stiles. it was just a soft exhale, but it was jagged in comparison to his smooth breaths. you could feel his body tense under you, along with a rapidly growing bulge. it brushed against your clothed clit, the smallest squeak coming from you that only made stiles hornier.

"fuck." he quietly mumbled in a groan, feeling your lips smirk against his pulse. you slowly continued down until you reached his shirts collar.

pulling away to look at him and decide what to do next, you found his eyes to be scrunched shut, mouth parted and lips glossed over with a mix of your spit and his. a decent sized hickey right where you just were, a proud smile on your face.

"stiles." he opened his eyes, meeting yours. he noticed the way your kiss-swollen lips were smiling in the most mischievous way he’s ever seen. "mhm?" he hummed, missing the way your lips felt on him.

"do you—what do you want?"

a quiet pause, one where stiles’ brain is trying to catch up to the present.

oh.

oh.

the position, his still firm grip, your cold fingers just barely under the bottom hem of his tshirt. what does he want?

"well, what—what do you want?" you smiled, rolling your eyes. deciding to take control again, you murmured, "it better not be like this every time." he nodded, watching the way you took off his shirt so delicately. then he realized what you said.

"wait, every time? you mean we get to do this again?"

you paused, not even realized what you said basically just outright told him your feelings. and now you have to try to have a serious conversation while he’s shirtless.

"well, if you want to."

"do you want to?"

"this isn't about me."

"how is this not about you?"

seeing him get a little frustrated at your defiance, a smile spread on your face. "you have a lot of questions." his facade of serious expression faltered, a loving smile replacing it. "i do. like, why are we doing this?"

your smile however, dropped at that question. you were hoping to get out of it, out of saying it.

"you've never done it. i'm helping you out." he nodded, but it clearly wasn't convincing him. "i'm doing it because i like you, not because i need to kiss someone."

you heartbeat quickened at his confession, "you what?"

"do you like me? or is this just to give me a first kiss?" his expression was light, but the playfulness was gone. "i like you." that was all he needed to hear before kissing you again.

it was surprisingly more heated now, backed by unspoken feelings coming out. it was messy, hot, and wet.

stiles was subconsciously digging his fingers into your side harder, his hips rocking. he was pressing you down, everything rubbing right where it needed to. he let out soft whimpers, ones that he would be embarrassed of if he wasn't achingly hard right now.

you were overwhelmed. with pleasure, with the sight of stiles. his arms, every muscle and every vein, were bulged and covered with a sheer film of sweat from the steamy room. his hands were on you, far enough down that your eyes could make out every ridge in them. and his hair? the small, thin group of dark brown hair, course and slightly wavy, that travelled from his belly button down. it lead your eyes until his pants were in view, blocking the rest.

he started to get more confident. a lot more.

his hands were wandering, cupping your neck and jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses all over your collarbones. his other hand was sliding up your back, his hand bringing warmth to your skin.

he stopped when his fingers hit your bra, pulling away breathless. "d'you wanna go upstairs?" you asked, referring to your bedroom. he licked his lips, nodding slightly.

he watched you get off of him and the couch, your hips having extra sway as you reached the bottom of the stairs. when he realized he was still on the couch, he hopped up with his usual high energy, practically running to follow you.

you gave him a small peck on the cheek, then turned to walk up the stairs, leaving him trailing behind with a smile and a direct view of your ass.

[mywritersmind]

I KNEW IT - KA12 🕸️🗽💋🤘🏼

kimi antonelli spiderman au

summary : kimi antonelli doesn’t do parties. until his best friend dino drags him to one for some wing man action does he find himself abandoning his duties and attempting to find a quiet place. he does just that, but the quiet place happens to come with a nosy blonde girl who knows far too much.

listen up : talk about blood/cuts! ahhh i love this! enjoy!

words : 3663

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I don’t know why I'm here.

I really don’t think I should be here.

I really want to leave but I'm reminded of my ‘importance’ as soon as my friend Dino grabs my wrist and pulls me over to the drink area.

I’ve been dragged here because Ollie is out of town and Dino needs my help with some girl. ‘Help’ as in to make it known that he has friends even if I'm- and I quote… ‘a loser’. As if he’s any less loser than me.

The party consists of many drunk teenagers in an abandoned bottom floor of some old apartment building. Someone hung up lights that are barely working (even for my extra eyesight), threw a speaker into the mix, and set up two drink stations. This mess is apparently called the biggest highschool party of the year.

I’ve seen multiple kids from all different highschools and absolutely not one of them has noticed me.

I turn my attention back to Dino, who’s arm is wrapped around his girl who’s blushing. Sorry, did I travel to a different dimension where Dino has game.

The girl is pretty and blonde, just his type. He introduces me but I don’t really listen because he takes over the conversation, shoving a drink at me and leaning in closer to the girl.

I’m even more confused as to why I'm here because they're all lovey dovey and I'm just standing, feeling like an incredibly out of place third wheel.

I manage to slip away, hoping to find some back alley or secluded area where I can at least practice web shooting. I walk up the first flight of stairs, finding the floor completely demolished, then I move on to the second, then the third.

I keep walking up the staircase, losing track of what floor I'm on and getting flashed far too many times. Who hooks up in the dirty old staircase? I finally make it to the end, pushing open the door and getting a drug-like hit of the New York city night air.

I decided to actually try my suspicious concoction of alcohol in the red solo cup I've been using as an accessory. I quickly remember that I hate alcohol, and promptly spit it back onto the roof.

“Elvira make that?” The voice makes me jump, my guard down due to what tasted like toxic waste, “She’s pretty heavy handed.”

I turn to face the girl, her voice soft as she takes a drag of her cigarette. I almost forget to respond, too distracted by… her. She’s stunning. Blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and freckles that are clear even in the dark.

She’s wearing all black except for her low waisted light blue jeans that look worn in and loved. She eyes me curiously, removing the cigarette from her lips and blowing out slowly. The second she quirks her brow, I remember that I’m not dreaming and that she’s expecting a response.

“Uh… yeah. I shouldn’t have taken it anyway, I don’t drink.” I shrug, sliding a hand into my pocket just so I have something to do with my arm.

She nods, walking closer. “Same.” I eye her cigarette again, her lipgloss is smudged against it, something any regular person wouldn’t be able to see. Something that stands out to me.

She reaches her hand out, like she’s offering it to me. I quickly shake my head, “No thanks.”

She definitely recognizes my tight movement, tossing the cigarette onto the ground and stomping on it with her combat boot. “Bad habit, anyway.”

She walks past me and onto the roof's edge. She climbs onto the parapet as if there isn’t a huge drop. I’m scared she’s going to jump for a second, “Hey! Careful!”

She looks back at me curiously, saying nothing, just patting the place next to her. I don’t know why I do it, for all I know she could be plotting to throw me off this roof. But I sit next to her without saying a word.

“You’re Dino’s friend… Kimi Antonelli, right?” I’m surprised at her words. Not many people know who I am, especially pretty girls that I don’t know.

“Uh yeah… How’d you know?”

“Dino hangs with us sometimes- I’m E’s friend.” I actually scoff at this, I don’t mean to sound rude but she raises her brow at me immediately, “Got a problem?”

“No!” I scramble to say, “No! Shit… sorry. I just- Dino dragged me here because he was all nervous but if I knew he hung out with you guys then I would have known that he does not need me here.” I scratch the back of my neck, looking away from her.

And then, she laughs. She pushes my arm playfully, “Relax. Dino mentioned bringing you under some false pretenses.” She smiles and holy shit- even in the dark she’s like complete sunshine. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

I laugh awkwardly, “Kimi.” I cringe instantly, “But you already knew that…”

She apparently finds this funny, turning her head to look at the New York cityscape and laughing. “Why’d you come up here, Kimi?” She says my name like I'm something to be questioned.

I fiddle with the sleeve of my hoodie, shrugging, “Don’t really like parties.” She smells like cigarettes and vanilla.

“You know you can leave, right? I doubt Dino and Elvira will be separated tonight.”

“Uh…” How do I tell her that I'm incredibly interested in her and would be a genuine idiot if I left to go finish my lego set.? “I think i’m okay here.” She smiles, nodding at me, “Why are you up here?”

“Got bored.” She shrugs, sighing and flipping her hair over her shoulder, “Watching my best friend make out with her…” She thinks for a second, “Dino? It gets boring. Plus, up here I can work on my aim.”

I frown at the last bit, “Your aim?”

She nods and swings her legs around so she’s back standing on the floor, bending down, she picks up two broken glass bottles. “Kids get drunk and slingshot shit up here, I throw them back just to hear them scream.”

My eyes widen, “Isn’t that like- really dangerous?” Aren’t I supposed to stop things like this? Isn’t my job literally to stop neighborhood kids from getting hurt.

“That’s where my aim comes in…” She grins wildly, throwing the bottle up and catching it with ease, “I throw it just close enough for a little scare… but I don’t hit them.” She looks over the edge, “They’re starting.”

Like clockwork, something starts flying towards us, followed by laughs and screams. I do my best to not grab it out of the air, watching the shoe fall at my feet.

I pick it up and look at Y/n who’s laughing. “Idiots.” She throws the glass bottle without hesitation, her aim is good. It lands just before the group of screaming teens. “Any item of clothing or something they want back, wait a little to throw it. Messing with them is part of the gig.”

I pick up an old beer bottle, every part of me screaming to not throw it. But then a tiny devil lands on my shoulder in the shape of a pretty blonde, she’s reminding me who I am and what exactly I can do.

I blink and she’s gone, the real pretty blonde in front of me still throwing things off the roof. “What’re you waiting for, Antonelli?”

I’m a coward. I’m a coward. I’m a coward.

I drop the bottle, “I don’t know… I don’t wanna hurt anyone- I’m not very athletic.” Technically, I'm not lying. I am still horrible at sports.

“You’ll be okay, Antonelli.” she tosses a bottle to me which I catch with ease. “But if you hit one of them, I do not know you.” She smiles as I adjust the bottle in my hand.

“Yeah alright…” It didn’t take me much to give in, her icy eyes watching my every movement would have been enough.

I toss the bottle, shooting it straight at the person in a neon green shirt. Easy target, I think. It lands on the wall behind him, an inch above his head.

Okay maybe I should have tried a little harder to make myself look like my old self. Y/n is staring at me. She doesn’t say anything for a second, just picks the shoe up and throws it back, the shoe stops short and far from them.

“Making me look bad over here…”

“Beginner's luck.” I shrug, taking my old position back on the parapet, my legs swinging over the edge and my head ducking even though the things being thrown were always way higher than me.

“So Antonelli… You gonna make me do all the talking here? Tell me about yourself.” Her words surprise me, making me wonder if my comfortable silence was her uncomfortable silence.

“Uh, what do you want to know?” I scratch the back of my neck, “I like science.”

She snorts. I mean, actually snorts! “Of course you do.”

“Hey, what does that mean!?”

She shakes her head, joining me again. “Nothing… It just-” she sits across from me, one leg crossed under the other and her body facing me. “It makes sense.”

“Okay, well what do you like? Art?”

She snickers, “Well… yeah.”

“So we’re both complete stereotypes.”

She nods, “Do you like chem? Because I absolutely failed that class and would have done anything for an actual good tutor!”

I shrug, knowing I got an A+, “It’s okay. I’m more into engineering right now.”

“That’s more my vibe!” She smiles, “I like being hands on. What’s the coolest thing you’ve made? God you’re totally in the robotics club, aren’t you!”

I blush, “Maybe…” I think back to the coolest thing I've made. I mean, my suit is by far my favorite but I can’t tell her that. “I made my own alarm clock… sounds stupid, I know-”

“No, it sounds cool.” She reassures me, “I mean, tell me you’ve made anything and I'll think it’s cool, unless you’re secretly a villain or something.”

I laugh awkwardly at this. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t know. Only Dino and Ollie know about my little spider quirk but I'm still crazy paranoid.

“What about you? What kind of art do you like?”

She leans back on her hands, “I use acrylic mostly but hate working on normal canvases.” I nod as if I know what that means, “I dabble in spray paint… And I make my own jewelry!” She sits up quickly when she says it, her smile enchanting as she rolls up her sleeves.

I watch her chipped manicure as her fingers drift over each piece, explaining how or why she made it. She’s got multiple rings, some made of wire, some made of spoons. Then there’s her bracelets, all silver and insanely impressive.

I might not be an artist but I know how much detail and time she must have put into them. I don’t know what possesses me, but I grab her hand when she’s talking about one of her bracelets. I flip her hand around so I can see the back.

It’s crafted all around one piece of sea glass, she explains how she welded it together without giving my touch a second thought.

At least, that’s what I thought. As I run my fingers over the glass, I accidentally zero in on her heartbeat. It’s strong and definitely not usually this fast.

I pull my hand away in a second, “You’re really talented.” She smiles at me softly, as if she’s never been complimented before.

“Thank you. Now I'll just need to see your clock and I can decide if it’s worthy of my praise.” God she’s beautiful.

I smile, looking down at her shoes. They’ve got little drawings on them. She breathes out, looking up at the sky. Even with the light pollution, the stars are visible.

Then there’s that feeling again… I can’t really explain it, the closest I'll get is comparing it to being so close to a girl you really like.

My hand goes up instinctively, catching something just before it has the chance to hit the side of Y/n’s face. She gasps a bit, looking at the broken bottle in my hand, then to me.

I drop my hand and the bottle goes with it, my eyes meet hers as I swallow. “They’ve got terrible aim.” I play it off, my hand now bleeding from how the bottle landed.

She laughs, her voice a bit shaky, “I’m starting to think you’re gonna come in handy, Antonelli.”

“You okay?” Is the only thing I can think of to say.

She scoffs, “Are you?” grabbing my hand, she holds it up to inspect the damage, thoroughly twisting my wrist in the process.

“It’s fine…” I try to ignore her touch but I don’t pull my hand away as she eyes the blood. It really isn’t bad, just a small cut, but she takes the corner of her jacket and wipes my hand gently.

“Now don’t go dying tonight because now I have your blood on me.” She smiles at me, pulling out what looks like a scrap of fabric from her pocket and pushing it into my hand, “I meant to test the fabric but this seems more pressing.”

“Oh uh…” I would give it back but now it’s dirty from my blood so… “You’re really nice.” I don’t know why I say it. I regret it almost immediately because she doesn’t say anything back quickly.

But then, thankfully, she does say something. “You’re interesting, Antonelli…” Okay so it wasn’t what I expected her to say but still, it’s something. “In a good way.”

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your pov

I was serious when I said that Kimi Antonelli is interesting. Maybe a tad bit too interesting for me. I shouldn’t be so intrigued by the kid but here I am, listening to him yap about his robotics and lego stuff.

He’s devastatingly cute too.

I’m trying to see past his cute face but when he gets hot and takes off his hoodie… the hem rides up a bit. Then his arms are on full display in a black shirt that he has definitely grown out of! What the hell is happening to me!?

I zone back in and focus on his lips which doesn’t help me! But then I actually hear him again because he mentions one of my special interests, “My homecoming sort of got ruined though because of my date and then spiderman was there and I lost my friends and-”

“Wait!” I stop him, “You were at that dance?”

He stops, nodding slowly, “Yeah. You weren’t?”

“No… I transferred this year.”

“Oh! Well, yeah… I was.”

“So like, have you seen Spiderman anywhere else? I mean, you guys are way too chill about a fucking superhero just living in your neighborhood!”

“He was at a party I was at once… But I don’t think he lives in our neighborhood-”

“Dude!” I slap his arm and he looks minorly offended, “Did you like- talk to him?”

“Um… no.” He shakes his head. “But he saved Dino once actually- the idiot got his bike stolen.”

I laugh, “That’s so cool! I mean- sucks for him but insane that he got spiderman to help him!”

He laughs, “You a big fan?”

“More like a very interested viewer.” I shrug, “Plus he’s kinda hot so it helps.”

He laughs really hard this time, “He wears a mask!”

“Doesn’t make him any less hot! In fact, I'd argue it makes him more attractive.”

“You like guys in bodysuits?” He raises a brow.

“I like superheroes, in bodysuits.” I stick my nose up, “Don’t tell me you were him for halloween or something! Because then I'd get infinite teasing rights and I’d demand the photos.”

He smiles, wow he’s got a cute smile, “No… I’m more into reading about them, not dressing up.”

“If you could have a superpower, what would it be?” I sit up straighter, watching his hands tug at the hem of his shirt now.

“Super speed.” He says it fast which makes me raise a brow, “You?”

“Time travel.”

“Why?”

“I want to fix some things… as well as check out how hot I am in the future.”

“What about the butterfly effect? That doesn’t scare you?”

I shrug, “Maybe it’ll butterfly for the better. Why superspeed?”

“I wanna be fast.” He mumbles it in such a childlike way that it makes me laugh. “Oh shut up.”

“It’s cute!” I say, still laughing. “I’m serious!”

He shakes his head, definitely blushing now. When he turns, I see a cut on his bicep, “What happened there?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing… I’m clumsy.”

“Right.” I stand, resorting back to throwing items at the people below.

They shout curses and sometimes my name, but they always laugh. I can’t stop thinking about the quiet boy who’s wandering around the roof. He looks curious as he picks up abandoned objects just to toss them closer to me so I can throw them.

His first throw was, well… insane.

Like serious baseball material, even though he swore he’s unathletic.

One thing I am familiar about is men lying.

Especially cute men.

I don’t think before I act a lot. It’s a bad habit and one that sometimes gets me hurt.

Now I'm the one who could potentially hurt someone else.

I throw the glass bottle at the back of Kimis head.

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kimis pov

She’s staring at me.

She’s staring at me and she’s silent for once.

She’s staring at me because there’s a bottle in my hand, one that was aimed at the back of my head exactly one second ago.

She knows. How the fuck does she know!?

“So you’d want superspeed because you’ve already got the spidey powers?” Fuck. my. life.

I knew she was trouble. I knew something about her was different and I've known her for an hour.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I drop the bottle.

She laughs. Actually laughs! Shit maybe I deserve it. “Okay sure…” She hops onto the parapet, her hands on her hips, “So if I fall off right now, you won’t save me?”

“I don’t know what type of game you’re playing, but I don’t want to watch you die.”

Her eyebrow quirks, and then she steps backwards. “Come on, Kimi… Let me have a little fun with this.” She steps back again, her heels aren’t on anything.

“Y/n this isn’t funny-” And then she takes another step and my wrist goes out, flinging a web out of my skin and onto hers.

Except when I brace myself for the weight of her body, nothing comes. She’s smirking at me with one leg behind her, the other is completely steady on the wall. “Can I say, I'm impressed you’re so good at hiding it.”

I pull the web off her as she sits down. I start pacing, “How the fuck- How can you say i’m good at hiding it when you found out in less than an hour?”

She shrugs, running a hand through her blonde locks, “The way you talk- I wouldn’t have guessed if I were blind. But the first throw, when you caught the bottle, your reaction to the cut… it gave it away.”

“Fuck I don’t even deserve it.”

“Relax. I know I'm pretty catty but I'm not a villain. What really sold it was the cut on your arm…” I had seen her eyes watching my arm but I hoped she was just checking out my bicep! “I watched you save that girl.”

‘That girl’ in question was a six year old stuck in a tree. She was trying to get her cat but broke a branch and started falling, fast. She was lucky that someone had already told me about the cat, I was lucky to get there in time.

Unfortunately, I'm not invincible. Especially from cat scratches.

I walk over, a bit ashamed, and sit next to her.

“Don’t feel bad. I’m really smart.”

This makes me laugh, “You are never going to stop bragging about this, are you?”

She grins wider, “Only to you. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“So I'm stuck with you now?”

She shrugs, laying back on the concrete, “Deal with it.” She turns her head to me, whispering, “Spiderman.”

I smile to myself. So maybe i’m not the best secret keeper… but maybe I just made a really cool girl actually want to be with me.

“So when do I get to swing around with you?”

“Never! You’re just like Dino.” I shake my head, as if I would carry Dino around the city!

“Dino knows!? Oh I am so gonna get him!” She scoffs, turning towards me, my head still facing the stars, scared at our proximity. “You do like your bodysuits!”

“They're comfortable!” I argue, “And this doesn’t mean you can say hi to spiderman on the street now- it puts everyone in danger and I don’t want that to happen to you even if it gets you bragging rights.”

“Kimi.” She says my name softly, carefully, “I don’t want to say hi to you for bragging rights. I would like to say hi to the real you even though it’s probably going to tank my reputation-”

“You are such a-”

“A what?” she sits up as I lean against my elbows, “Say it to my face, Kimi!”

“A nerd.”

She gasps dramatically, “Antonelli!” then she smirks, stepping closer, “You flirt.”

I shake my head, amazed at this girl who so quickly has become a genuine friend. I reach my hand up again, my fingers grasping the shoe that was hurled at us.

Y/n’s eyes are wide as I sit up straighter, “We should get off this roof.”

[mctvsh]

first post here so i'm quite nervous, but!

all i can think of kidnapped!enemy!medic!reader x poly!tf141

cw: military & war inaccuracies + some medical inaccuracies as well, reader uses she/her pronouns, and is mostly girl based, mentions of religion & prayer, first time writing so it will unfortunately be sloppy 💕

let's just say the boys (mostly one you've come to known as, Ghost) haven't been too kind to you. taken from a random battlefield where you were technically there to help YOUR team. they practically throw you over their shoulder and find some fucked up abandoned building with nobody around to help..

great. now what?

you're mostly terrified, and a little pissed. you've heard a few things about them, whispers around your base which, to be frank, aren't the kindest words you've heard about someone! one of them is bleeding out, some guy with a mohawk and a Scottish accent. some gash on his.. thigh? you haven't really been listening since you're scared out of your mind.

your clothes are sticking quite uncomfortably on you, the wet concrete floor has made your ass numb. until they all come in. staring down at you like you're some piece of prey, holding a limping Scot.

"Fix him, yeah?" mutton-chops.

your eyes snap over to the guy who you assumed is the Captain. huh!?

"Uh- I.. need my tools-" you practically squeak out. avoiding eye contact. your medbag was taken from you the second they basically claimed you as 'theirs.'

you hear a grunt (Ghost, you're guessing) and then, thankfully, your medbag being thrown right at you.

you bite at your now chapped lips and create a makeshift bed with your jacket now on the floor and hesitantly nod to the dark skin. he was pretty, ah — getting side tracked. he was the one holding the Scot up, who had stopped his incessant comments (jokes, but weren't very funny) and was now grunting.

unfortunately, you're a medic, a person who helps people, before you're anything else.

the dark skinned male sets the Scot down, and you can see his shudder.. and you almost begin to feel bad before you feel a gun pressed to your back.

great.

"I can't help him if you're doing that." you swallow, thickly. you'll be killed!? isn't that a damn war crime!?

you feel the gun retreat after a few seconds of silence. you breathe out, albeit shakily, but trying not to give them a chance to know how terrified you were.

you locate the source of the bleeding, it isn't too bad at all. you open your medbag, grab some trauma shears, and you cut through his slacks, big enough to work on the stab wound which wasn't too deep but it still needed stitches.

you grab some gauze, disinfectant, numbing cream, and a thread and needle. okay, time to get to work..

it had been a little over 10 minutes. finally finished up with stitching as you place a bandage around his thigh, his pant leg wasn't fully cut off so it was definitely still wearable..

the second you finish up you're being pulled away by the scruff of your neck (Ghost again), your tools splayed out on the floor, thrown off to the side with a Captain staring down right at you.

"Your name?"

you blink up at him. muttering your name as you shuffle a little closer to the corner of the abandoned building. the dark skin and Ghost hover over the Scot instead. which meant that mutton-chops over here, was gonna grill you.. you think. until he stays silent and gives a hum in acknowledgment.

he would be handsome, kind even, if he wasn't staring down at you like that.

your eyes flick over to a Scot who had now been sat up with the help of a narrow eyed dark skin. you bite down, hard at your bottom lip. drawing some blood. you hear a grunt coming from the Scot who had, unfortunately, been feeling okay.

seems the numbing cream did it's job.. because he's back to flirting and making jokes.

"Thanks for patchin' me up, bonnie."

it's not like you had a choice... you nod at him and continue looking down at the floor.

"We'll take 'er back to base." Ghost.

your eyes widen and you suddenly feel a little more religious, praying to whatever God is up there and hoping for the best.

"Aye, a pretty lass, ain't she?" that damn Scot!

they're talking as if you're not right here!

"We still have hours before there's a chopper coming for us." the Captain, and that's all he says as he brings out a cigar. lighting it in your face as if it's some.. joke.

"Aye." the skull-mask says before his brooding body walks over to a corner, staring down at you with his arms crossed over his chest.

and suddenly, you feel a very familiar lump in your throat.. back to THEIR base!? who knows what they'll do to you..

[calzone-d]

Loud (poly!wintersentry x reader)

-warnings: yelling, angst w/ a happy ending, bob gets scared, crying, mentions of past abuse

-word count: +/- 1800

definitely a little angsty but there will always be a happy ending on this blog, don't fear!! i'm so soft for the two of them.

requests are OPEN as of right now. let me know if you want to be added to my general taglist, or just for wintersentry stuff. shoot me a message, comment, send an ask, sent an encrypted morse code message, write it on a brick, whatever u want. this is barely beta’d just a forewarning.

MCU masterlist here.

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The sound of bucky’s footsteps behind yours has never been more irritating. your deep sigh makes it known as you open the door to your shared apartment in the watchtower.

“I just don’t understand!”, Bucky says. “Why didn’t you tell me Val asked you to talk to Sam?”

His brows are furrowed as his eyes meet yours. You toss your keys on the kitchen counter, which gets Bob’s attention from where he’s reading in the living room.

“Because Bucky! We were all busy with our weekend trip! I knew I wasn’t going to talk to him about it anyway, so it just slipped my mind!”

you throw your hands in the air before rubbing them across your face.

Bucky crosses his arms as his eyes narrow. The two of you are so tense you don’t pick up on Bob who’s now in the corner of the kitchen. He’s sitting at the kitchen table, criss cross in the chair.

Bucky scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“i mean, shit, y/n. I feel like that’s something i should fucking know about!” he raises his voice.

deep down, you know it’s just because him and sam are tense right now. still, that’s not a reason for him to be an ass to you.

“stop acting like i didn’t tell you on purpose! when the fuck have i ever deliberately withheld information from you?” your jaw is clenched by now.

bucky’s flesh hand slams down on the granite countertop, and it’s loud. it makes bob flinch, but the two of you are too worked up to notice.

“maybe because you were going to talk to him about the new name and didn’t want me involved!”

he’s full on yelling at this point. his cheeks are flushed as his eyes stare into yours. before you speak, bob stammers “uh.. guys, can- can you not-“

in the heat of the moment, you don’t register his quiet plea. you know how tense he gets when people argue in front of him, especially the two people he cares for most.

“for fucks sake, bucky. get over yourself!” you yell. “you need to talk to sam and work through whatever pissing contest the two of you are in. stop acting like what val asked me to do is the reason the two of you are on the rocks!”

your breathing is heavy and you take a deep breath before bucky’s voice is echoing through the kitchen.

“you don’t get it!” a black and gold vibranium finger points in your direction. bucky's eyes are wide with anger. “he-“

“please… just stop.. stop!” bob interrupts with a whimper. the two of you look over to where he’s now curled in on himself on the wooden kitchen chair. the shakiness of his hands is obvious when they push their way through his curls. with glassy eyes and a quivering bottom lip, he continues.

“guys- please. st-stop... s'too loud” it’s easy to hear how tight his throat is as he pleads.

“shit”, you mutter. by the time you get to the chair bob is in, your shoulders are sagging and your frown has gotten deeper.

bobs eyes are frantic as they go back and fourth between you and bucky, as if he’s making sure neither of you are a threat to him. the two of you learned early on how deeply he associates yelling with physical violence.

his fearful eyes are full of tears when they lock with yours, and you softly speak.

“m’sorry, hun. i shouldn’t have yelled.”, you take note of how he’s gripping the table so hard, you won’t be surprised if it breaks under the pressure. "i was just frustrated with buck, but still, I shouldn't have raised my voice".

bucky has made his way over, too. bob's eyes screw shut and he begins to ramble.

“i- i didn’t.. im sorry, it just scares me when- when you guys yell like that.” his voice cracks. you know bob, and you know that he must be trying so hard not to break down in this moment. bucky's hand brushes your lower back, a silent apology, before he kneels down in front of where bob's sitting.

the stubble on bucky's jaw catches the light when it clenches, and you know he's working through his own load of emotions in his head. he's sorry for yelling at you instead of just talking, he's anxious about his relationship with sam, but above all he's guilty for upsetting bob. his heart cracks as he thinks back to bob's room in the attic. one of his strong hands moves to rest on the side of bob's calf over his sweatpants, slowly, as to give him warning. his thumb strokes over the muscle.

frantic eyes shoot down at the contact, but he doesn't move an inch.

"bob, I am so, so sorry." bucky swallows. "I should've just spoken to y/n before raising my voice", his eyes glance up to lock with yours. "y/n, angel, I'm sorry for getting so heated."

you let out a breath you didn't know was trapped in your chest. bucky's once raging eyes are now full of regret and the need to make things right with his two loves.

"s'okay, buck.", your fingers dip down to his head and brush through his hair. it's grown out, now. the waves prominent after his shower earlier this morning.

a wet sniffle brings your attention back to bob. his slender fingers are twisted into the soft material of his sweater. well, your sweater, before it was scouted by bob for his growing collection. his thumb and index finger repetitively skip over each other as he wills the constriction of his throat to dissipate.

"just scared me.." his voice is small. for a split second, he feels like the frightened boy in the attic, but the thought slips away at the feeling of bucky's thumb stroking his leg. silently, he welcomes your tender hand on his shoulder. you pull his upper half into your torso.

bob's occupied hands leave their safe haven of sweater sleeves to make a new home in your thick sweatshirt. the scent of your shared suite floods his nose and works to calm his restless mind. your other hand brushes back his curls before resting against the nape of his neck.

his forehead falls forward and rests against your belly. a handful of whimpers leave bobs lips and then a heartbreaking, broken sob.

"we never meant to scare you, lovey."

"not for a split second, bob.", bucky sighs and stands up.

"can i hold you, sweets?" his voice is patient.

bob nods into your belly. bucky's arms wrap around his waist and his creased forehead rests against bob's shoulder.

"you're okay." his voice is low but soothing in bob's ear. "you're safe, always safe with us... our sweet love..."

you run a hand through bucky's hair too. his weight against bob presses him even more against you. bob's sobs eventually turn into quiet cries.

reaching behind you, you drag the chair beside you flush against the one bob is sitting in. his tear soaked face moves from your belly to the tender skin of your neck.

your eyes lock with bucky's, both filled with guilt. your hands cradle bob's head close, and bucky presses himself further against bob's back. one of bob's hand's shifts behind him to grab the fabric of bucky's shorts.

bob's cries have changed from those of fear to those of sadness. sadness for his younger self for having to survive that, because god knows there was a period of time he would've been happy to depart that gloomy world he was trapped in.

after a few minutes, a pitiful "m'sorry" takes you by surprise.

"bob, we're sorry. we should've acted more like adults.. in a way that actually reflected this relationship."

"i try to- to just be normal. to not let.. silly things like this affect me. i try so hard" his voice cracks, almost like a plea.

"it- what you went through was awful, bob. it's okay that it affects you, even if it affects you forever. we're here, we love you, and we're sorry if we made you feel, even for just a second, that this house is anything like the one you survived", bucky's words shock you. not the validity of their truth, but in their weight. bucky is typically one for meaningful glances and reassuring touches, not profound monologues.

bucky's lips press against the back of bob's neck. "we will spend every single second, until our very last second, proving that to you. our touch will be forever filled with love and promise, no matter how upset we get, bob. we love you. i love you. i love you so much more than you've been conditioned to comprehend. i will spend every fucking second showing you how to understand that."

his words have your throat a bit tight, too. bob's tears have stopped flowing, he's too preoccupied with remembering how to breathe as bucky vows his dedication.

you clear your throat, willing your voice to be clear. "no more yelling".

both your boys' blue eyes meet yours.

"we call time-outs from now on. we stop and go walk, or shower, or.. or anything. anything but yelling."

bob whispers, "I'd like that.." his fingers wipe away the remnants of his tears that lay atop his thick lashes. "a lot", he adds. he sits up fully, and turns to where he can see bucky better.

"thank you, bucky. for- for loving me. a-and showing me it's safe here, with the two of you. it's... i've never been happier. i've never had anything like this, like us." he twists to look at you for a second, you nod with encouragement. vulnerability is somehow so nerve wracking for bob, although it's all he's known for as long as he can remember.

"don't thank me for that", bucky's voice is stern. "it's the easiest thing i've done, loving the two of you".

a smile creeps onto bob's flushed face.

"i love the two of you more than... anything. i don't even know how to describe it.", he whispers.

bucky leans towards your curly-headed boyfriend and presses his lips against his. a giant hand rests against bob's cheek, his thumb tracing a sharp cheekbone. the kiss is slow and you can feel the love pouring from it. a happy sigh leaves bob's lips as he gives all control to bucky. when he's finally proved his point, he pulls away and presses a quick kiss to the slope of bob's nose.

"we've got you sweets. always."

bob turns to you, hands reaching out to pull you closer.

"love you, y/n." he murmurs. your lips meet his in a love filled kiss, just like the one he shared with bucky.

"m'always gonna love you, honey. always gonna take care of you", you promise when you pull away. you push up on your knees to lean towards bucky, who's watching the two of you with a soft smile.

"I'm sorry for yelling, babe."

"me too, angel"

he pulls you in with the same gentle hands that previously cupped bob's cheeks.

"no more yelling", he says. you know without question that it's a sacred promise now.

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i love them :,)

[hellsslibrary]

PLEASPELALEPLARE SAY THAT YOU PLAY IN DOL??? I NEED HEADCANONS FOR THAT BITCHES ASAP WITH MALE TOP READER BECAUSE I FIXKUNG HATE FEM READERS ONE AAAAAAHADHHRHSS (SORRY I'M NOT ENGLISH BUT PLEASE)

Damn, imagine if we were mermaids and you had a dick with spikes, and I had a vagina like the Mariana Trench and ... (quotes from my husband day I adore him)

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : see how desperate the person is? Gotta satisfy them, or their uterus/dick will explode and it will be my fault. Never thought I'd get a DoL request, but fuck yeah. Please give me more DoL requests.

Characters: School Love Interests (you're here), Other Love Interests (coming soon)

!!Warnings: switch!top!gn!reader (male leaned, although options with vaginas and penises are mentioned and reader is they/them and he like two times), bottom!characters (there are both cis and trans versions here, since I headcanon some of them as such, tho pronounces are he/him), honestly there are too many of them, considering the game itself is built. So the are below all the characters. Whitney's part has a bottom!reader clause, but it's marked so you don't have to read it (my husband extraterrestrialized this and I said hell yeah), reader is the player.

Kylar the Loner.

!!Warnings: pregnancy, size difference, mention of kidnapping, bondage, role playing, dirty talk, smells, underwear stealing, humping, mention of full body pillow, erotic drawing, he is delulu yandere.

My sweet cupcake, what can I say about you, honestly... It seems to me that he definitely should have a kink for the difference in size. Like, even with the smallest player's physique, he's still only a little taller??? And considering that with the biggest player, he looks like Thumbelina, you can't say that he doesn't. This guy was definitely fantasizing about how a player would pin him to something with this huge body (or a small body too, you'll be stronger than this guy anyway, it seems to me... If he's not hysterical, of course, hehe).

His hygiene definitely improved after he met the player. Like, just to impress them and not look like a mess (he's still a mess). So he definitely has a fucking jungle in his pants. And he's quite comfortable with it, although if you ask him to remove them, then of course he will. But yes. The tough, black jungle is right there. He's VERY hairy.

Uh, if we're going to talk about penis size, then it seems to me that he has an amazingly large penis for his height. Would I say about 7.3 inches? It's also curved to the left, because that's how I feel. If we're talking about pussy, I think it's surprisingly pale compared to the rest of his body, and he has a surprisingly large clitoris on his own. And if you're a genius like me and you're choosing tirs for a male character, then fuck, he's got a C-cup (there's a lot that could be hiding under his hoodie, lol).

Definitely the most talkative during sex. He's also whiny, especially the first time he loses his virginity (and especially if the player is also a virgin). Fuck, the king of dirty talk!!! It may be very strange, nasty and focused on how you impregnate him (or vise versa), but no one could talk to you like that, he could write you a fanfiction while riding on your dick and at the same time manage to hack into the Pentagon and brew spicy noodles and would not see any problems in it.

I think he has sensitive ears. Do you know this dialogue where he says that the player's ears are not as sensitive as in his dream??? Usually dreams reflect reality (I don't believe in this heresy, but I need a reason), therefore someone must have sensitive ears and it's definitely him, if not the player. I can just imagine how he would twitch and blush if you could bite his ear and whisper something there.

An unequivocal fetish for smells. Are you saying he's stealing the player's underwear for nothing??? Absolutely not. I doubt very much that he uses it on his genitals, as he thinks that the smell will be erased sooner, so he practically suffocates himself in the fabric, inhaling this smell. Even if the player smells like grandma, or absolutely disgusting like garbage, or like something sickly sweet right up to the point of getting sick in the head, it's still the best smell in the world (as long as it's not the smell of someone else's sperm).

Role-playing games??? This guy literally played some kind of wedding with us after the kidnapping. He was also literally acting in a skit (even if not in the role he wanted). He would definitely be a fan of this thing. And would especially love something old-fashioned or fantasy!! Type vampire × human, aristocrat × servant, vampire × werewolf. And something else where the player's attention will be completely on him, as well as in the dominant plan (he likes it when the player takes control, come on), such as policeman �� criminal, concubine × king, husband × husband/wife (these two were invented by my hubby, lol still true).

He definitely has something to do with bondage (you can't say no, this guy literally tied up a player in his basement and rode on their dick/fucked them and whatever else). And he would definitely like to be tied up by a player, especially if the player is already many times stronger and could break him like a match. Although it's fucking nice for him to keep himself in power, too.

He would definitely like the same things that his partner would like. It doesn't matter how dangerous or vile it may be (without examples, everyone has their own degree of understanding of this). But fuck, seriously. You could say, like, "listen, I want to have sex in a swamp that's probably home to fifteen thousand different deadly bacteria, but you'd look too fucking sexy in mud," and he wouldn't hear anything except the part after the "but."

He would have loved humping. It doesn't matter what it is. Are you telling me that this person has a full-height player's pillow and he has never rubbed against it??? And didn't attach a dildo/flashlight to it??? Fuck, absolutely not. He'd love to rub his genitals against something, especially if it's not a player's thing, just so he can imagine how their skin would feel under them and all that.

He would cum in seconds (in my game, he cums in just two or three actions from the player????). Seriously, he would cum even without stimulation in the initial stages, just from the voice or from the overly sexy look of the player in front of him. His poor virgin brain would just explode.

He loves to draw a player in erotic poses or situations (canonically) and show them this. And then play it back, especially if the player himself reduces it by saying, like, "Oh, it looks sexy. Do you want to repeat it?" He will literally melt into a puddle.

Would never admit it, but he loves it when a player kisses/licks/strokes his scars, bruises and scratches. He doesn't find these parts of himself attractive, so what if his partner did it?.. Ka-sploosh!

And finally, the strange headcanon! I think he has a birthmark somewhere that slightly resembles the silhouette of a player... To make him believe even more in fate, love at first sight, and all that.

Sydney (nevermind which).

!!Warnings: body writing, mention of body fluids, reading as erotic event, size difference, hair pulling, pregnancy, cum on the face, semi public sex, sex in clothes, mention of mythical creatures, sadomaso kinda, wax.

So. Let's talk about Sydney as a whole, since his "personalities" differ only in their overall "emancipation"!

An unequivocal one hundred percent fetish for writing on the body, canonical, yes. But why doesn't anyone talk about it? No one wants such a handsome man to write all sorts of things on them??? Absolutely anything, because he would have written anything if the player had asked politely. And I would let him write anything on me if I were you, I'll be honest, especially those stupid emoticons. >:(

Not exactly sexy, but intimate! If a player had a lot of tattoos, they would definitely like to paint them over, like coloring books for children. I thought it was cute, so let it be here.

Canonically loves the taller player, so... The library, his desk, the evening, the two of you, he's sitting on the counter, you're pressing him against it, pawing him, kissing him, it doesn't matter what you do there, as long as he clings to you, while staring at you with those beautiful amber eyes.

Incredibly caring after sex, when he gets used to it all. He will definitely make sure that the player is satisfied and has finished as much as he wanted, he will definitely hug and praise the player if they need to, feed or drink the player if necessary and wash too. He will absolutely fall in love three times more if they do it in return.

During sex? Even better. The guy would definitely bring you to orgasm with his mouth/fingers/toys/friction, that is, without penetration, at least once. Unambiguous additional stimulation if you need it and when he learns your erogenous points. One hundred percent praise to any side of your body if you find it unattractive.

He loves it when they cum on his face. Anyone with glasses likes it when they cum on their face, I said so (I know it's hard to rub it off afterwards, but anyway). Especially at the beginning, after he loses his virginity and he gives head to the player and when they finally cum, he blushes so incredibly hard from it. He probably cries a little too when he realizes that he's going to make the player cum.

He's not a fan of dirty talk in my opinion, especially early Sydney, but he would love it if a player whispered something to him about the future. That is, giving him a hint about something long-term, even if you whispered to him that he was going to get pregnant, even though he was a cis man, it would still be sweet.

I came up with the idea of a fetish, the name of which I don't remember, but fuck... Imagine reading books during sex??? Especially in terms of roles??? Especially if you both get in each other's way while reading your piece??? It's hot. He definitely likes it, especially since he has a pleasant voice, it should be good.

So, let's talk about genitals! The penis is definitely not too outstanding, since the guy has spent in a chastity belt practically all life so about 5 inches. If we're talking about pussy, then definitely tiny labia and the same tiny clitoris. If we talk about tits... A-cup? Maybe a B-cup? They're small but not tiny.

He definitely doesn't bother with his hair much, because before his relationship with the player, he literally wore iron underpants, lol. But he adheres to hygiene absolutely, and his hair is also completely shaved off after the start of the relationship.

I think he likes being pulled by his hair. Not much. They just tilt his head back during penetration, hold his hair during kissing/oral sex, and just stroke his head.

A canonical masochist, albeit a hidden one. Plus, he's a sadist. So.... Listen to me. Wax. I fucking want to drip something on this guy's body or have him do it, it doesn't matter. He would tremble so much, trying not to show how much he liked it, even though he was absolutely flowing during the process from a pleasant mixture of pain and pleasure.

Theoretically speaking, he would agree to a lot as long as it's not too traumatic, too public and as long as it doesn't contain any bodily fluids other than saliva and semen (he canonically despises blood... And everything else, yes).

And of course, his canonical pregnancy kink (why does everyone in this game want a baby, I'm crying, except Avery of course). Definitely, his pupils will turn into hearts if one of you can get pregnant (if not, then I think it will be easy to convince him that this is possible, because he is a very stupidly smart person).

Sex in clothes??? For some reason, it seems to me that he would like to look at the outlines of the player's body or at his own if they were in front of a mirror, for example. Just imagine what's underneath those layers of fabric, even if he's seen it all many times.

Semi-public sex. And no, not just the canonical library and the mall (I'm still disappointed that he can't be fucked somewhere on the beach or in a temple, not under certain conditions). He would worry that someone would see you, try to be incredibly quiet, cling to you as if you were the only thing holding him in life.

By the way, he's probably the quietest of the four. Most of time he just breathe heavily, maybe he whisper prayers or something about how well he feel. It's quite difficult to get full-fledged moans out of him.

Well, it's a strange hedcanon for my favorites... Would you definitely think of the player as some kind of mythical creature? It doesn't matter if it's sexy or not, just the fact that his brain slides to the player's body in the form of some vampire, ending with some nonsense with tentacles, and then realizing arousal and hoping that the player will enter the library today sounds funny.

Robin the Orphan.

!!Warnings: forest sex, bathroom sex, mutual masturbation, cockwarming, nipple play, voyeurism, mention of bruises.

It will probably be the most difficult, because he is very... A controversial character. I love him, but he fucking annoys me sometimes. Does a guy literally get offended if he loses a game or if a player pushes him away when trying to have sex with high confidence??? He's sweet, but what the fuck is that. I'm still taking his debt on myself though, considering he's probably the most adequate of them all.

Well, it doesn't matter. Let's start with the food kink? The guy is poor in his own way. So imagine if he ever sees a player's body strewn with even the cheapest snacks or sweets. The guy will literally explode on the spot. Even if it's just plain whipped cream.

Mmm, also role-playing games. These silly dialogues where we talk about the characters of some video game that they both play gave me this idea, especially considering that they mean each other there. So of course the captain player will fuck this elf or whoever it is.

He's definitely a voyeur. It doesn't matter if he's watching or if he's being watched (only by the player, of course). It just relaxes to some extent, and the trust, and just taking the shackles off those cheap clothes on him.

He has a habit of biting the player's genitals when he gives them oral sex. He doesn't quite bite, but he chews, touches it lightly with his teeth. I'm not sure how it feels on a vagina, but on a dick? For me personally, it feels good, especially if that little bitch giggles at it.

The quietest during sex. He canonically doesn't even speak during it, lol (hopefully he'll learn one day). He probably just buries his face in the player's shoulder, hugging them, or buries his face in a pillow and just enjoys the sensations, breathing heavily.

I feel like he would really hate to sit still during this. That is, he would not be able to stay in the same position for a long time, or would not be able to tolerate for a long time if, for example, you rubbed against each other for several minutes without doing anything else. He would constantly try to turn you over or do something else.

A huge fan of jerking off. Mutual jerking off especially! He loves to put his feet on the player's hips while they rub their cocks against each other. He would have finished as quickly as possible from this. (This also works if you don't have a dick or he doesn't have a dick; he or you could get your dick lost on another's vagina, or scrissoring, of course)

A fan of outdoor sex!! I love the picnic event in the game, so... He will feed you deliciously (sandwiches with tea), and then he will throw you on the blanket and do whatever you want together. He just loves all this scenic beauty of forests, lakes and just vegetation everywhere.

Cockwarming... During the game... It would calm him down! He feels your cock inside him (or vice versa), feels this warmth, fullness, you are next to him and for some reason the game becomes easier and for some strange reason he becomes focused.

So, the genitals... The penis is definitely bent down, the head is very thick, the penis itself is thin, about 5.7 inches in size. If we're talking about a pussy, it's quite ordinary, but he would have large labia and a mole on them. Little tits... B-cup. Unambiguous. And he would also have very attractive puffy nipples.

And speaking of nipples. I think they're pretty damn sensitive. He loves when a player's fingers or tongue are on his boobs, squeezing the muscles there, and then squeezing those rosebuds, causing him a familiar knot in his stomach.

His pubic hair is fine. They are not particularly neat, but they are trimmed, he more than observes hygiene, everything is fine there. And his hair is surprisingly soft there, so everything is fine!!

The idea came up right now about strangulation. In my opinion, he would have liked it if the player had held his neck while they were doing this (maybe squeezed if Robin was completely relaxed). Although this kink will immediately disappear if he survives the abduction that occurs if you do not take on Robin's debt.

Sex in the bathroom!! I really like this scene. And Robin, too. He sees you completely naked, just for him, surrounded by water and foam, while you wash each other, fuck, and then wash each other again. Well, what could be better?

Loves body-to-body sex. Well, for example, where you or he are lying on top of each other or where you are hugging and your bodies are almost one hundred percent touching. It brings him the necessary and incredible comfort.

One more small clarification about voyeurism. The idea came up now that he would like it if a player watched him finger himself/jerk off. He would have come from this at the speed of light or faster (with high confidence, though, he would have put on a show at the same time).

He loves it when a player leaves light bruises of their hands. No hickeys or bites. It's the handprints. He finds them very attractive and a sign that the player fucking wanted him so much that they couldn't control their grip (your back would say the same thing about him lol).

And the strange headcanon, of course! He probably read some silly facts in history textbooks and asked the player to repeat them. And the player read the facts from biology... And of course they repeated them too! Not meiosis and mitosis, of course, and certainly not budding, but it's also an exciting activity with a cardio load!!

Whitney the Bully.

!!Warnings: size difference, praise kink, humiliation kink, riding, face sitting, mention of tattoos and piercings, fetish on virginity (?), maths (trust me, it's sexy), oral sex, mention of sex toys, BDSM, home porn, nudes.

My favorite cruel blonde is here, and we'll start big, of course. He would probably agree to any adventure that the player would suggest (it's kind of like even canon). Do you want to make him up and crossdress him? Please do it. Do you want to hug him or literally squeeze him like a plush toy in public? Oh, go on. But he will definitely fuck the life out of you afterwards.

He probably doesn't have an absolutely strict "no". If you want something, you'll get it, with his permission, of course. Starting with a threesome, ending with the strangest, most horrible, disgusting scene you can imagine.

There is a hidden kink for praise. He will necessarily blush too much if a player sincerely praises him during sex (especially if it is something external, given that he is not sure about his appearance). It will only make his actions faster, but damn it, he'll like it and it's obvious.

A hidden romantic somewhere in the depths of his soul. He would sincerely enjoy the most ordinary vanilla sex from time to time (VERY rarely), where both of you just relax and fuck lying on the bed while he hugs one of his plush toys.

He is literally "the best sucker" in the game. He literally has an oral fixation. And probably a tongue piercing, because it's hot and suits him very well. Would give you such a wildly pleasant blowjob / cunnilingus/ rimming that your legs would then shake for a few more minutes.

Although he loves it when you do it. Even if you're a total virgin and absolutely don't know how to suck dick/eat pussy, he'll just love your enthusiasm for it. If you're lucky, he'll even cum from it or try on the role of a teacher and teach you where to put your tongue, fingers, where it's better to press, how and so on.

Face sitting!!! I want him to strangle me with his hips, my God.... Absolutely enjoys the sight of your face sinking between his thighs and would absolutely not mind drowning between yours, even if you are many times heavier/bigger (he is the epitome of the meme "he sat on my face and broke my neck").

Loves to hold grab the player by the waist. In non-intimate moments, his hand is most likely there (or on the player's ass lol). In intimate moments, he mostly grabs the sides / stomach of the player, because he likes him. It doesn't matter if you're overweight, if you're chiseled like an Adonis, or if it's just a waistline, he loves it.

He definitely has a thing for people with piercings or tattoos. Especially if they are intimate. That is, the piercings of the navel, penis / pussy / ass, nipples, tongue. Or tattoos on the lower back, ass, chest, genitals (and there are such things, yes).

He is the most unashamed LI, because he would do it anywhere, anytime, he absolutely does not care who is there and who is not there, he must do it. The player looks too sweet to resist.

The genitals!! The cock is very thick, VERY THICK. Although by itself it is slightly above average, maybe about 6.2 inches. The pussy is very beautiful (yes, I think he has an attractive pussy, but what?), probably a small clitoris. Tits... Either A-cup or D-cup, there is no between.

Hair... I don't think he has a lot of hair there in general, and he doesn't take much care of it, although he shaves it off when it becomes uncomfortable. But his hygiene is impeccable (do you have any idea how many people he fucks?).

Of course, everyone understands perfectly well that he has a kink for humiliating the player. But imagine what would happen if he praised them. It's just that one day it would slip out that the player is a "good boy" at a certain point in their sex and the player would come out of surprise (sorry, funny). He would use it later, very rarely, but so accurately.

Virgins turn him on. Or just people who don't know anything about sex. Well, more precisely, a player, he would hardly fuck with someone for one night who doesn't know what they're doing at all. So he's really turned on by all this, these pathetic attempts, these first successes, these first reactions and results, well, fucking sweet.

(Bottom!reader) My husband came up with a trick. You know, if he has a vagina (no matter what gender he is), he always wears a strap-on, or almost always. He has a huge collection of them, which he stole canonically from a sex shop and damn it, sooner or later he uses them.

Absolutely loves to ride a dick. Especially if the penis is huge or tiny. It just gives him a sense of some kind of pleasant satisfaction that he can hold onto something so huge or something so small, while still getting pleasure and delivering it in return.

A teaser to the core. He will play with your nipples, genitals, erogenous zones, will constantly kiss you, leave marks, rub against you, but will not give you what you needed until you take it yourself or start begging him.

I think he's a BDSM fan. Especially the dom/sub aspects, because he just loves to bend the player to his will, and of course he loves it even more if the player does it himself. If he's in love, he can switch roles if you want, he's not picky, but he'll still be bossy one way or another.

Uh, he'd be a fan of home videos. He would never show them to anyone, because they are only for his eyes, he just likes to watch them from time to time. Or your photos too, when you cum, fuck him or something like that.

He would love it if the player had a huge ass. He absolutely loves kneading it between his fingers, watching as it takes the shape of his palms. Would constantly slap it at any convenient or inconvenient moment.

A hidden kink for the size difference? He loves his partners bigger and taller. He likes to bend them to his feet, keeping the player on a leash (literally or not), even if they are high-rise compared to him.

And of course our favorite category. He loves to ask the player questions from time to time during sex, especially if they are barely thinking and the questions jump from "2+2?" to "find the minimum of the function y=x²-563x-89=0". Of course, he punishes the player in some way if they answer incorrectly, even if they understand that they will answer incorrectly. But if by some miracle they guess, then he will fulfill some of their requests.

[222col]

bimbo!reader x art donaldson

summary: your friend goes missing...

cw .ᐟ missing person, murder

꒰ notes ꒱ more of joe goldberg!art

art had been so good recently. kept his emotions in check, didn't make an rash decisions. he was focusing on you, wasn't letting anyone get in the way of your relationship. until, of course...

"artie!" your bloodshot eyes appear unannounced at his dorm, thank god he'd already gotten rid of the guy in his bathroom. his heart clenches at the sight of you, sniffling through your tears as your hands reach out for him immediately. art's already working out a new hiding spot at the sight of your tears, and he doesn't even know what happened yet.

his strong arms carry you into his room, cradling you in his lap, stroking through your hair as he waits for you to be ready to speak. he'd never rush you, art does everything at your pace. "my– my– she–" you mumble, choking out the words through sobs. "what is it, princess?" art coos, gently tilting up your chin to force your eyes onto his.

"y'know my friend lexi?" oh, fuck. he definitely knows lexi. lexi is currently in the trunk of his car, he was planning on discarding her body today, before you arrived. shit, shit, shit.

art nods softly, pushing down all feelings of panic that are threatening to boil over. he has to be here for you right now, not thinking about himself. "yeah, baby, i know lexi, she lives in your building, right?" of course he knows that, it's where he killed her. "mhm, yeah," you mumble, wiping your nose on your sleeve as you sniffle through more sobs.

"she's– she's missing," you whisper, as though saying it any louder would make it more real than it already was. your lip trembles as your doe eyes look to art for comfort. "oh, princess," he murmurs, pressing his lips gently to your forehead. christ, was this girl miss popular or something? art only killed her in the early hours of the morning. fuck, he's in deep shit. she's still in his fucking car and the whole campus is looking for her.

no, it's fine. a missing persons report can't be filed before she's been gone for twenty-four hours. art has time. the police will think she's just some college student who got too drunk and didn't come home. she'll turn up, they'll say, don't worry. yeah, she'll turn up. in a fuckin' ditch somewhere as soon as art's ready for her to be found.

and hey, look, art didn't have a choice, okay? he's not just some psycho that kills people for the fun of it. it's not fun. it's fucking hard work, actually. he had to find out exactly where she'd be, when she'd be alone, make a copy of her dorm key, make sure her roommate was out. and that's all before he killed her. he had to get her body out, unseen, bleach her dorm, get her into the trunk of his car, and he's still got to get rid of her body, now with everyone looking for her! it’s fucking hard to be a serial killer. especially one that doesn't get caught.

it's her own fault. stupid girl shouldn't have been bad mouthing you like that. to do it so out in the open too? bitch had it coming. yapping around campus how she only kept you around 'cause other people liked you. nuh uh, no one talks about art's girl like that. she'd been getting too close to you anyway, it was only a matter of time before art took things into his own hands.

"oh, baby, i'm sure she's fine," he murmurs, rubbing up and down your back under your, his, sweater. art's trying so hard not to let his mind run away with him, especially with the feeling of your skin under his and how fuckin' pretty you look with tear stained cheeks and that pout on your lips. "she probably just stayed at some frat boys house, lexi can be like that." lexi can be a slut, is what art's trying to nicely say. always dragging you with her to stupid frat parties, that art hates you going to. he's the only boy who should be seeing you all dolled up.

brows knitted, bottom lip still poking out as you meet his eyes again. nodding in agreement, always taking art's words as gospel. he would never lie to you, right? "think you should stay here, until she's back though, baby." art murmurs softly, holding your cheeks in his hands, breath ghosting across your face. any excuse to have you staying with him, he'll take. "yeah?" art hums, a smile threatening his features. poking your side, making you giggle, when you don't respond to him.

"yeah, artie." you mumble, smiling up to him. you're too easy. he'll have you convinced lexi was a horrible person by the time he's even dumped the body.

© 222col. do not steal or repost my work without permission.

[rogueddie]

Eddie couldn't take his eyes off of the ugliest, evil looking polo top that he's ever had the misfortune to lay his eyes upon. It's everything he hates in one piece of clothing, so horrible that he'd gagged at it when he'd first seen it.

His friends had laughed, agreeing that the top is an abomination and crime against humanity.

But Eddie couldn't stop looking at it.

It's the exact type of thing that Steve would wear. It's the type of thing he would love and brag about.

Even though the party, with the help of Robin, have been trying to 'fix' Steve and his taste. They're currently targetting his wardrobe and they're almost wearing him down enough to get him to stop wearing so many polos.

It's making Eddie feel... conflicted.

He agrees that Steves taste is horrible. He listens to bad pop music most of the time, he has no sense of fashion and loves romance so much that he thinks awful rom-coms are the height of cinema.

But it's Steve. Those things are what make him so... Steve.

He sneaks back to the top when his friends aren't looking, crouching behind racks to get to the till and quickly buy it. He buries it in the bottom of his bag, ignoring the bored and judgemental look the staff are giving him.

"There you are," Gareth squints at him when he rejoins them. "Where did you go?"

"Fainted," he sneers, throwing an arm around Jeffs shoulders. "All these neons and pop are making me dizzy."

They laugh, quickly moving on.

After dropping them off, he goes straight to Steves house. He doesn't want the ugly shirt on his person longer than necessary and the last thing he needs is someone finding it in his closet.

He nearly cheers when he pulls up to Steves house and his parents car isn't parked out front.

They'd only caught him in their house once, when they'd come home early, and he's sure he only escaped with his life because the entire party was there too.

"Eddie?" Steve frowns when he opens the door. "What are you doing here? Are you ok?"

"Yeah, fine, just..." he huffs, rubbing his eyes. He digs through the bag, grabbing the offending shirt, and throwing it at Steve. "Got you that. I thought- whatever. There. Good night."

"Woah, woah," Steve quickly catches his arm. "It's ok, man. If the others ask then I'll say I got it. It's... this is really nice, Eds."

"It's ugly."

"Sure," Steve snorts, looking back to the shirt. "But it's definitely my style. This really means a lot to me. I think it looks cool."

"Uh, yeah, I guessed," Eddie shifts, squirming with how genuine Steve is being. "It's just a polo."

"No, it's not. It's special to me."

"Right, because you think that pattern is 'so-"

"You saw it and thought of me. Like, you hate it, but you knew I'd like it and... it just means a lot to me, that you're thinking of me."

"Alright, it's just a shirt, calm down."

"No, I don't think I will," Steve gently tugs him inside so he can shut the door. "I get it if this is difficult for you but I'm getting impatient."

"If- what?"

"Do you need me to make the first move? Or- is this a move? Is your love language gift giving or something?"

"You've lost me."

Steve huffs, putting his hands on his hips and giving Eddie a look that he can only describe as 'disappointed parent'.

"We've been flirting for months and you haven't done anything about it." Steve falters quickly when he sees the shock on Eddies face. "Or... am I missing something? Is it the whole, like... keeping it secret thing? Because I don't mind! It's not safe to be out in Hawkins, I know, and I'm not expecting a big date at-"

"You knew that I was flirting with you," Eddie interrupts. "This whole time?"

"Well, yeah, I was also flirting with you."

Eddie stares at him for a moment. "And you've been waiting for me to make a move on you?"

"Exactly. Was I not being obvious enough? I didn't want to out you or anything..."

"No... in retrospect you were being very clear. All of Robins cryptic advice makes so much sense now. Oh, God, even Wayne figured it out."

[dadupbuck]

January wrap up

So I haven't really had the energy to make separate posts lately, BUT I started track what I read and bookmark, so here is a list of all the 911 fics I bookmarked in January 2025!

Edit: I tried adding the author's tumblrs but couldn't find all of them. If you are/know any of them, please let me know :)

Please, please, please by bookinit

E rated | 8,7K | Buddie | touch starved Eddie | angst & smut | getting together | @bookinit02

buck doesn’t touch eddie anymore. eddie’s losing it, a little bit.

You'll Never Find Me Trying to Leave by DuoOfDiaz

T rated | 3,5k | Buddie | getting together | Christopher comes back from Texas | love confessions | @smolfunpenguin

Eddie and Buck are overjoyed that Christopher has returned from Texas. They organise a Welcome Back to LA party in his honor and it goes off without a hitch. Buck wonders whether the after party moment is finally the time to tell Eddie how he feels.

Please don't say I'm too much by buckleyys118

G rated | 3/3 chapters | 10K | Buddie | touch starved Buck | emotional hurt/comfort | getting together | angst with a happy ending | Tommy bashing | insecure Buck

a comment from Tommy causes Buck to spiral. Eddie fixes it.

Born with a weak heart by foxwatson

T rated | 7,4k | Buddie | post 6x11 in another life | touch starved Buck | getting together | idiots to lovers | touch as a love language

the one where eddie won't touch buck once he wakes up in the hospital, and buck goes absolutely bonkers bananas about it

If I loved you less by spaceprincessem

Rated T | 1,9K | Buddie | getting together | light angst | text messages | post 6x11 in another life | @spaceprincessem

Buck can't use his phone for two days. Eddie sends him text anyways

If You Need Me, You Know I'll Be There by soft_satan

Rated T | 4,1 K | Buddie | hurt/comfort | hurt Buck | no Ana bashing | soft Buddie | tending to wounds | mentioned hate crimes | protective Eddie | post s4 |

Eddie’s heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach. “Buck? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” “No,” Buck laughed, breathless and bitter, just on this side of hysterical. He sniffled again, sounding like he was trying to stop himself from crying. “C-could uh… could you come get me? Please?”

Out of ashes by ashavahishta

Rated M | 6,6K | Buddie | presumed dead | kidnapping | established relationship | dark whump | worried Eddie | heavy angst | hurt/comfort | TW: implied/referenced torture, starvation, sensory deprivation | @ashavahishta

“They found Buck.” Hen’s hand goes to her chest. Chim stumbles like he’s been hit, hand curling around the back of a chair for balance. And Eddie - Eddie’s knees give out. He’s lucky there’s a chair right under him because he just buckles, head in hands, trying to remember how to breathe. “Is he - did they - what…what did they find?” “He’s alive.” “What?” Eddie’s head snaps up.

I Did It All (To Make You Love Me) by sirencalls

Rated E | 4,4K | Buddie | panties | top eddie/bottom buck | resolved sexual tension | praise kink

Honestly, Eddie is just trying to find the pair of boxers he knows he left here last week.

Won't you kiss me on the mouth (and love me like a sailor) by hirarih

G rated | 2,1k | Buddie | crack treated seriously | accidental love confessions | light angst | getting together | first kiss | POV alternating | idiots in love

Buck discovers he’s in love with Eddie, rants about it to Maddie, and doesn’t realise Eddie is right behind him.

I can read between your lines (dizzy from the spinning) by buckleydiazy

E rated | 4,3K | Buddie | phone sex | praise kink | pre-relationship Buddie | mention of past casual buck/omc

“So, theoretically,” Eddie sounds absolutely delighted, “if we didn’t know each other, you’d hook up with me in a public bathroom?” “Theoretically—I mean, do you want a serious answer?” Eddie hesitates for a moment. “Yeah,” he says quietly, all traces of humor gone from his voice. “Tell me.” “Probably,” Buck says. Then a little firmer—“Definitely.”

Not Doing This Alone by carpediaz

Rated M | 27,4k | Buddie, Buck & Chris, Eddie & Maddie | AU | Nanny Buck | mutual pining | getting together | angst with a happy ending | fluff and angst

The one where Eddie hires Buck as a nanny for Christopher and has to navigate falling in love with someone he shouldn't want (who definitely wants him in return).

The kiss that lingers by greenbergsays

E rated | 10,7k | Buddie | Buck’s birthmark | 5+1 | forehead kisses | non sexual intimacy | touch starved Buck | insecure Buck | getting together | fluff and smut and angst | @greenbergsays

5 times Eddie kisses Buck's birthmark & 1 time he doesn't.

Was I even on your way? By rangerdanger

Rated M | 3K | Buddie | past rape - Dr. Wells mention | panic attacks | established relationship | hurt/comfort | emotional hurt/comfort | worried Eddie | POV Buck

Buck gets reminded of something that happened he'd rather forget.

This Could Be Our Year; Don't Let Go of My Hand by allisonRW96

Rated T | 39,7k | 8/8 chapters | Buddie | mutual pining | alternating POV | getting together | Buck whump | worried Eddie | protective Eddie

After a routine call at the studio of a wealthy, eccentric fashion designer, the 118 find themselves invited to a masquerade ball on New Year’s Eve. Buck thinks it will be a perfect time to kiss Eddie. Eddie thinks it will be the perfect time to kiss Buck. Someone else has more sinister plans.

Rhythm of Your Heart series by devirnis

Part 1 rated T, part 2 rated G, part 3 rated M | Madney, Buddie, Buck & firehouse 118 | AU - criminals | 118 aren't firefighters | protective 118 | mutual pining | getting together | buck & maddie whump | total word count 39,6K | @devirnis

the 118 run a front restaurant for money laundering, and accidentally adopt the Buckley siblings

Baby mine by Fizzlespin

Rated G | 2,9k | Buck & Athena | hurt Buck | Buck needs a hug | Bathena are Buck’s parents | protective Athena | parental Athena

When Maddie tells him about Daniel, and being born for spare parts, Buck doesn't know what to do. Hurt, confused (and drunk), he goes to who he always goes to in a crisis for some calm, fatherly advice. But Bobby isn't home and Athena is left to pick up the pieces.

A minute from home but I feel so far from it by cozycatwriter

Rated G | 2,1k | Buck & Athena | post law-suit | post tsunami | emotional hurt/comfort | implied/referenced suicide

He thinks to anyone watching him that they might think he’s just lost in thought. He’s leaning against the pier fence, avoiding the bench this time around. Or maybe he looks like he’s about to throw himself off the wooden walkway and into the rocks below. He’s not sure which would be true. “Because you’re exhausting. We all have our own problems but you don’t see us whining about it.” He’s been back at station 118 for only a few shifts but it’s like the world has flipped upside down and he’s found himself within an alternate universe. Like Stranger Things.

Hen Wilson's Four Part Guide to Making Your Stupid Friends Date by songbvrd

Rated M | 25 K | Buddie, Hen & 118 | crack treated seriously | Chris comes back from Texas | POV outsider | miscommunication | post canon | locked in | idiots in love | @songbvrd

When Buck and Eddie aren't speaking, Hen decides to take matters into her own hands.

50 Cheeky Texts by songbvrd

Rated M | 20,9K | Buddie | b/t breakup | texting | pre-relationship buddie | drunken flirting | crack treated seriously | fluff and crack | bad pick up lines | hurt Buck | @songbvrd

Buck gets drunk-dared to send Eddie one cheeky text every day for 50 days. Eddie loses his mind. TW for the cringiest pickup lines in existence.

You warm me up (inside and out) by becausebuckley

Rated T | 3,4K | buddie | touch starved | cuddling & snuggling | sharing clothes | first kiss | getting together | @becausebuckley

after a shift leaves buck tired and shivering, eddie takes him home.

See y'all next month 🫡

[wbbpls]

Platonic Plus One

Chapter 2: Paige's POV

This is kind of a filler chapter to set up the rest of the story. Next chapter is going to be Azzi's POV. Thanks so much to everyone who read chapter one!!

It’s been a few weeks since they went shopping and generally, things have gone back to normal. If you consider it normal for Paige and Azzi to be lingering touches, cuddling in bed, and light flirting, then, yeah, it's back to normal. 

They’re driving to the wedding and will spend a week at the hotel with Azzi’s family leading up to the wedding. This might be one of the most extra weddings Paige has been to with a week-long itinerary, but she’s just going along with whatever Azzi needs. 

“I already know my aunts and grandma are just going to keep asking me if I’m dating anyone yet. I don’t get why they’re always so pushy about it.”

“I don’t know, Az. Family is just weird.”

“At least my parents leave me alone about it. They get basketball is the priority.”

“I feel you, dude.” Paige was distinctly not feeling it.

They fell into a comfortable silence and Paige turned up the music. 

“Paige do you need to play the music so loud? This might be my last chance for beauty sleep.”

Without thinking, Paige slips out a compliment. “You definitely don’t need sleep for that.”

“Okay charmer, well then, if you don’t want me to be grumpy you’ll let me nap. Please?” Azzi juts out her bottom lip, offering the biggest pout possible. Aka, Paige’s weakness. 

Paige dramatically turns down the music. “Oh, anything for you, Passenger Princess. I’ll just sit here in silence. Alone. Driving you to your family wedding. You know, in silence.”

“Amazing, thanks P!” Azzi says sarcastically with a big smile on her face. She has this uncanny ability to fall asleep within seconds anywhere, so now Paige really is left to her own thoughts for the next 2 hours. 

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They’ve entered the countryside, leading to the property they’ll be staying at. Paige turned off the main road onto a long gravel driveway until she saw the mansion. “Holy shit” she whispers. The mansion is enormous, the trees are lucious, and the land is endless. There doesn’t seem to be a clear place to park, so Paige pulls into the front loop where two men in suits are waiting. “Hi Ma’am, welcome to the Miller wedding. What are your names?”

“The one sleeping is Azzi Fudd, and I’m her plus one, Paige Bueckers. I'm not sure if my name will be on there.”

“Ah yes! We got so excited when we saw your names on the list. It’s so cool to meet you in person.” 

“Thanks, man! Uh, by the way, where do I park?”

“No need! We will valet your car and take your bags to your room. We will go ahead and get your bags first while she wakes up. You are in room 355. ” The two men laugh at the sleeping girl as they head to the trunk. 

Paige smiles down at her best friend, not wanting to wake her up from such a peaceful sleep. She gently moves the hair out of her face and rubs her shoulder. “Hey, sleepy girl, we’re here.”

“Mmm, Paigey, can we cuddle a little longer?” Azzi mumbles as she shoves herself into Paige’s hands. 

“Sorry, Princess, we gotta go. They’re gonna park the car for us. We can cuddle in the room if you want.”

Azzi grumpily rubs her eyes and sighs before looking around. “Holy shit this place is legit.”

Paige laughs and walks around to the other side of the car to open Azzi’s door while she took in the property. “Alright, Az, let’s get you settled.” Paige offers her hand out to pull Azzi out. Whenever Azzi is sleepy, she is especially clingy, so when Paige goes to move her hand away, Azzi grabs her hand tighter and slips her fingers into Paige’s, having no idea of the effect she is having on the older girl. 

As they enter the mansion, an older woman invites them in and lights up when she sees Azzi. “Hello, ladies, welcome to the Miller wedding! It’s been so long, Azzi, you’ve grown up so beautifully!” 

“Hey, Mrs. Miller! Good to see you, too. This is Paige!” Azzi is still holding Paige’s hand tightly and the older woman looks down quickly. Paige smiles kindly and offers out her other hand to shake the older woman’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Miller.” 

“Nice to meet you too, sweetheart. I’m so happy to see Azzi brought someone special with her.”

Wait. Does she think they’re together? There’s no way. “Thanks, Mrs. Miller. We are going to get settled in our room before the events of the day start.” Azzi lets go of Paige’s hand. To anyone else, it would seem like Azzi isn’t fazed, but now she’s wondering if Azzi had the same thought. As they head up to the room, there’s a bit of an awkward silence. Paige opens the door for them and starts unpacking their bags. “You go ahead and nap some more. I’ll put our stuff away.” 

Azzi seems to hesitate for a second as she lays on the bed. “You okay, Az?”

Suddenly, her voice makes her seem so small. “You said we could cuddle when we got up here.” 

Paige let out a sigh of relief. “Of course, Az.” Paige got under the covers, and Azzi cuddled in, laying her head on her shoulder, wrapping her arms around Paige’s stomach. 

After a bit, Azzi’s breathing gets heavier before suddenly speaking.“Thanks for coming with me, P. It really means a lot.”

“Anything for you, Az.”

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Paige wakes up to Azzi hovering over her with a big smile. “Paigeyyyyy! It’s time to wake up. C’mon, we need to hurry up and get ready. I let you sleep too long.”

“Ugh what do we have to do now?” Paige covers her face with the blanket, trying to avoid the bright light coming from the window. 

“We have a welcome dinner to see the family. My brothers keep texting me, upset that they haven’t seen you yet.” 

Paige checks her phone to see a bunch of missed texts, including from Azzi’s brother.

Jose Fudd: dude you’re with azzi all the time come down and hang before dinner

KK: yo can i use your nike bag

aight you takin too long imma take it

bruh where are you what is azzi making you do i need my father to answer me

Nika: how’s your knee

Paige chuckles at her phone and starts to get ready. When she turns around, Azzi is in nothing but a bralette and underwear. Fuck. Paige is frozen. She’s seen Azzi change before, but usually they’re in a locker room, or Paige distracts herself on purpose. 

“See something you like?” Azzi smirks at her and laughs at Paige as she trips over herself.

A knock at the door saved Paige from further embarrassing herself. “I’ll get it!” 

Azzi’s mom, Katie, stands on the other side. “Hey, kid! Just came by to check on you both and see if you need anything before dinner.”

“Nah, we’re good. Just getting ready and will head right down.” Paige smiles at Katie and they finish saying goodbye. She was always like a second mom to Paige, especially with how much time she spent at her house. Katie and Tim came to every game and are constant supports in both their lives. 

“I’m really happy Azzi invited you, Paige.”

“Uh, yeah, me too.” That was weirdly affectionate for the woman who usually teases Paige relentlessly, but who knows, weddings tend to bring out the best and worst of people.

[warcats-cat]

Seven Minutes

Summary: Someone was knocking on your window. ..... On your second story window.

A/N: Alright, another fluffy one, this time short and sweet! Once again a big sparkly thank you to @lickoutyourbrains for cheering me on and helping me write these!!!

Read on Ao3 here!

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In the little area of your apartment that you called the living room, you kept the furniture carefully arranged. You were lucky enough to have a decent TV and DVD player, and you had a low table that usually sat in front of the couch (but could be moved to make room for an air mattress, if needed.) The couch was decently comfortable, although lately you wondered if it would be worth the money to invest in a pull-out model, since guests were becoming such a regular occurrence. 

There was an overhead light, although Apollo had twice now teased you and Hermes over a lack of lamps to provide “mood lighting”. You also had an abundance of blankets, thanks to your tendency to be cold easily, and tendency to just enjoy buying blankets in general when you could. Fun patterns and fuzzy textures were your weakness. 

Everything within the space was fairly standard, except for one recent addition - a sturdy, carefully waterproofed shelving unit that was fitted flush under the window. Designed for moments like right now.

Someone was knocking on the window. The second story window. 

You jumped from the couch and ran over to see your godly partner, Hermes himself, floating outside your window, absolutely drenched and looking at you with a pout that made him look well and truly like a wet cat. You quickly moved the little stopper you had left blocking the window from opening so he could come in, and went to the bathroom to grab some towels. 

“Why was it stuck?” he whined, sounding far too sarcastic and far too cute at the same time. 

“I'm sorry!” You called from the bathroom, “one of those fluffy creatures that followed you here last weekend stuck around and kept trying to get in!” 

Back in the living room, you saw Hermes floating in a sitting position above the shelving unit, pulling off his helmet. As you went to hand him the towel, the bastard shook his head like a dog and flapped the wings behind his ears, splattering water right in your face. 

“Hey!!” You yelled, jumping back and just barely stopping yourself from falling over. You heard him start to laugh, and flung the towel at him in retaliation. Your attack was caught easily, of course, and he merely stuck his tongue out at you. 

“Bastard.” You called him, but there was a smile on your face and no bite in your voice. He laughed again as he began trying to dry off, starting with his sandals for whatever reason.

“Why yes, I fit several definitions of that word.” he replied with a chuckle. You huffed, grabbing the soaking wet cloak and taking it back into the bathroom to try and squeeze out before hanging in the curtain rail of the shower.

“Why are you wet?” you asked, emphasizing the question. You dug around a moment in your bottom dresser drawer and found a pair of soft sweatpants he had left in your apartment a long time ago, and an old shirt, taking the bundle back out to him. 

“I hit a rain storm on the way back here.” he replied, as if the answer was that simple. He ruffled the towel around his hair (how did he not pull on his wings?) and seemed satisfied with the achieved level of dryness, trading the now wet towel for the dry clothes in your hands. 

“Uh huh…” you paused a moment, and when he didn't elaborate you prompted, “and why did you fly through the rain storm when you could have gone around?” You could see the tiniest blush appear on his face, his mischievous grin going soft. 

“It was a huge storm system! If I went around, it would have taken seven extra minutes.” he said softly, almost mumbling the answer. Suddenly your heart felt a little fuller, and your face a lot warmer. You tucked the wet bundle of towels under your arm and picked up his sandals and helmet to hang in their usual spot on a hook by your front door. 

“Oh, that long? Seven whole minutes?” You teased. As you carefully hung the precious items, you felt him wrap his (cold!) arms around you, and jumped, just a little, dropping the towels. 

“Yeah. Eternity, really,” he said softly in your ear, and your stomach fluttered again. 

He nuzzled against the back of your neck, his nose colder than ice and his arms trapping you like steel. You squeaked, wriggling in a vain attempt to escape the trickster; which only prompted his laughter as he began to poke at your sides with freezing hands. 

You pulled away, laughing as well, as he chased you around the apartment, attacking your more ticklish spots with his icy touch. You managed to evade the god for a few minutes, before he suddenly rounded the coffee table in less than the blink of an eye and lifted you up to his shoulder.

Both of you were breathless, your faces flushed with laughter and a little bit of exertion on your part. You patted his arms, an unspoken request to be put back down.

“You never play fair!” You whined, but with a wide grin on your face. He was equally grinning, the silvery undertone of his eyes sparkling in the evening light. 

“I do too play fair! It's not my fault I was born with more speed than you!” 

“That doesn't even make sense!” You cried, beginning another escape. You made it about four steps towards the kitchen before you were captured once more; at least he was starting to warm up from the chasing. He hooked his head over your shoulder this time, and said something, but you didn't hear it.

He was too excited, and suddenly you had a face full of feathers as one of the wings on his head flapped open. 

You made some kind of exasperated, confused, and high-pitched sound that alerted him to having swatted a wing at you, and he pulled away completely. This only served to throw both of you off balance, and you landed on top of him in a heap on the floor. 

He started saying something in Greek, probably an apology or a swear, and tried to help you up, but you were laughing too hard. His face was flushed so red that he was turning almost gold, the ichor from his core (or soul or whatever it was) leaking into his mortal “disguise” as he called it. He offered you a hand up, which you took, and with a spark of mischief you pulled both him and yourself over the back of the couch, ending up upside down. 

He yelped, and flapped some more as if he could right himself with those little wings alone. And the both of you were laughing again, sliding down the couch to lay in a messy and slightly uncomfortable tangle of hands and knees and elbows. You lay there a while, roughly on top of his chest, on top of the couch cushions. There was comfortable silence between you, although every few minutes it was broken with another set of giggles. He traced his hands over your back in lazy little swirls, enjoying the warmth and the quiet after a long day of swirling around the globe. You listened to his ever-steady heartbeat through his soft shirt, enjoying the feeling of someone close to you after a few days apart. 

In the distance, low rumbles of thunder signaled the rain that had followed Hermes to your apartment. You hoped it was his father signaling approval, like an exasperated parent telling the kids to ‘have fun, but try to keep it down.’

[amordixon]

𐔌 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

୨ৎ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 after getting out of jail, luke shows up at the house looking for jj, and more than just old feelings are brought out into the open when he stumbles upon your secret. 

୨ৎ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 jj maybank x girlfriend!reader. established relationship. living together. swears. pregnancy. mentions of consensual sex. physical abuse. luke maybank ew. 3.1k words .ᐟ

of all the despicable and outrageous things you had witnessed and heard about luke maybank, from robbing stores and abusing his son, busting a pharmacy only hours after being released from jail really shouldn’t have surprised you. and yet, as you opened the front door of the house he used to once occupy, you couldn’t help but be stunned when you saw him standing there, gasping for air with blood-stained knuckles.

“what the hell are you doing here?” you sneer, venom in your tone as you narrow your eyes at the older man.

“y/n...” he says your name with surprise and a look of disappointment. you were the last person he wanted to see right now. “i, uh, i didn’t realise you and jj were still... together.” he laughs nervously, knowing exactly how to get under your skin, before backing away.

it was no secret that luke didn’t like you, but it also wasn’t a secret that you felt the exact same way. you loathed the man for everything he had done to jj, and you weren’t afraid to let him know exactly how low you thought of him – that he was the scum on the bottom of your shoe, and you hoped and prayed that he would get what was coming to him tenfold.

“aren’t you supposed to be in jail?” you ignore his comment, reaching for the phone in your back pocket to make a point of how easy it would be for you to call the police if he wasn’t careful.

“about that... is – is jj home?” he peers over your shoulder, but you pull the door towards you to cut off his view of the inside.

though in your attempt to hide the fact that jj was just in the next room, he gives it away when he comes scuffling down the hallway. he doesn’t look your way as he races around looking for his other boot, forgetting where he had slipped it off the night prior.

“hey, babe, have you seen my other shoe?” he calls out, and before you could respond, he continues, “never mind. it was under the couch...” stopping in his tracks the second he sees his dad, and immediately rushes to step in front of you.

jj was very aware of your hatred for his father. he was always aware of the fact that you would stop at nothing to see the man rot in hell. even if it meant doing it yourself or getting him sent back to jail.

“what - how did you get out?” he panics, taking notice of the blood.

“work release. good behavior. can you believe that?” the man chuckles before looking down at his own knuckles. “busted a pharmacy window. busted that pharmacist too.”

“what the fuck, luke.” you shake your head, lip curling with disgust.

“look, i gotta get out of here. that pharmacist can id me.” he pauses for a second to scope his surroundings. “i gotta get off this island. so you’ve gotta help me. i'm taking malcolm’s boat, and i need to get to the other side of the island.”

jj grits his teeth and tries to close the door, but luke stops it before the lock can clasp and pushes himself inside, grabbing jj by a fistful of his shirt. you're knocked into the wall from the sudden outburst, and as you try to get luke to let go, jj raises his hand, stopping you from interfering.

“you’re really not going to help your own blood?” luke leers toward jj, and you shudder, knowing that there’s nothing you can do to stop him from manipulating his son that was going to end well.

“absolutely not. no. no way.” you try to shut the whole thing down.

“you do this, and you will never have to see or hear from me ever again. isn't that what you want?” luke sneers in your direction, and while the idea definitely intrigues you, you didn’t want to risk getting caught by the cops.

you could see the gears turning in jj’s head as he looks from you to luke, and then back to you, running a hand through his hair out of frustration. there was a glimmer of contemplation in his eyes, but ultimately, he looks to you for guidance.

this was something that could potentially ruin your lives if you were to get caught aiding and abetting him, but it was also something that both you and jj wanted – to have him out of your lives forever.

blowing a sigh through your lips, you take in a deep breath and shake your head, unbelieving of what you were about to do. through gritted teeth, you turn to luke, “fine. what do you need?”

“you’ll help?” he looks to you with the same disbelief, and though reluctant, you nod, and he releases his grip on his son’s shirt.

“before we do anything, i want to make one thing very clear,” you step toward him, putting a divide between him and jj, who grabs a hold of your arm for safe measure. “we are not doing this for you. we are doing this for us. so don’t for a second think that you’re in control of the situation because if you so much as step one foot out of line or lay another finger on jj, i have the stations number on speed dial. got it?”

you watch as the man tenses his jaw and fights back a snarl, but he doesn’t argue. he nods before making a beeline for his bedroom to grab anything he’ll need, leaving you and jj alone.

the second he’s out of earshot, a shaky breath escapes your lips, and you suddenly feel heavier. like the weight of the world had fallen onto your shoulders and not just because of luke.

for the first time in forever, you had more than just you and jj to protect, and you were scared as to how this was going to play out.

from your side, jj’s hand brushes across your skin, and he threads his fingers through yours. he pulls you towards him, arms wrapping firmly and securely around you, “i know how much you must hate this, so thank you.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“hate isn’t anywhere near a strong enough word,” you both fall into a soft fit of laughter. “but, i'd do anything for you. even if that means helping your convict piece of shit dad get off this island.”

“i seriously don’t deserve you,” jj smiles down at you. his fingers dance across your jawline before he straightens and looks toward luke’s bedroom. “i should go see if he needs help.”

he presses another soft kiss to your lips and starts to walk away, your fingers still locked together until he’s too far and they fall apart.

it's not long before the two of them re-emerge, luke with a bag thrown over his shoulder and jj heading straight out to the shed to find a torch and some rope. you stand there in silence, arms crossed over your chest, and the entire time you can feel the man’s eyes on you - as though to be studying you.

“y’know, you really shouldn’t get your hopes up,” he almost snickers, and when he sees the unimpressed look on your face, he adds, “i’m just saying, all maybank men have a tendency to run when things get... real.”

“what the fuck are you talking about?” you ask, irritated by his crypticness.

this time when luke speaks, he stops what he’s doing and stands up straight, “nothing. i just - i take it jj doesn’t know about the pregnancy tests hidden in the back of the bathroom cupboard. y'know, the ones with the two blue lines... clear as day-”

“that is none of your business!” you cut him off as the panic of him telling jj sets in, and a shiver of fear rolls down your spine.

“like hell, it ain’t. jj is my son and that thing growing inside you is my grandbaby.” he points to your stomach.

“no, you see, that’s where you’re wrong. this baby is going to have absolutely nothing to do with you. we’re making sure of that right now by helping you leave,” you argue, your heart racing as your blood boils. “and you couldn’t be more wrong about jj. he is nothing like you. he is strong and protective, and he actually cares about those he loves. he doesn’t sit around getting wasted and taking his anger out on an innocent child, and he will certainly be a better father than a deadbeat, good for nothing, piece of shit like you!”

“you watch your mouth when you’re speaking to me,” he steps toward you, anger seething through him just as jj rushes back in through the door and pushes his dad away.

“what the hell is going on?” he demands, looking between you both but directing his words at his father.

“why don’t you ask her?” luke nudges in your direction.

jj looks at you, confusion tangled in his features.

“your dad’s just proving he is what everyone says he is...”

“and what’s that darlin’?”

“oh, i think i already covered it.”

luke urges another step towards you, but jj holds him back, “okay, that’s enough. dad, why don’t you just go wait in the car.”

“gladly.”

the two of you watch as luke disappears out the front door and slinks his way towards your car before looking back at one another. jj pulls you into his arms once more, his hands nestling the back of your head into his chest, and he heaves a sigh.

“are you going to tell me what that was about?” he asks, his voice low and soothing as he runs a finger across his brow.

“it’s nothing,” you hold him tightly before pulling away, “now, let’s get this over with.”

the drive to the docks isn’t long, but it is silent as luke sits in the back, making sure not to be seen by any pedestrians. being that it was early on a weekday, most people were at work, and so getting through to the marina wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be.

once you pull to a stop, jj climbs out of the passenger seat and quickly checks the status of the dock to see if the coast was clear, leaving you along with luke once again.

“listen, i know you think you’ve got it all worked out, but i promise you, i'm right on this one.” luke inches forward from the back seat. “the second he finds out that there’s a baby involved, you may as well start looking for a new baby daddy.”

“you know nothing about me or jj, and what type of man he is. but what i do know is that he doesn’t give up easily. he's stubborn like that, and he’s going to be the best father for this baby. i promise you that.”

“you keep telling yourself that, princess, but we both know that whatever it is that you two have going on is going to fizzle out, and you’re going to wish you had listened to me. hell, you probably got yourself knocked up just do he would keep you around-”

the anger from before boils up within you again, and in a swift movement, you wretch your elbow back into the man’s face. watching as he recoils from the blow and tends to his noise, but before he gets a chance to react, jj gives the signal for him to make his move.

“get out of my car,” you smile passive-aggressively.

luke groans as he exists the vehicle, fingers pressed to his nose to stop the bleeding as he meets jj halfway down the footpath. he takes in his father’s bloody nose and looks at you with wide eyes despite the fact that he wasn’t really all that surprised. you simply shrug.

“hey, luke?” you call out before he makes his way to the boat, and when he looks back to you, you shout, “go fuck yourself.”

he turns on his heel to walk back towards the car, annoyance sprawled across his face, but jj stops him and pushes him in the other direction. and the second you’re alone, you let your head fall to rest against the seat as a large sigh leaves your lips.

fifteen minutes pass, and there was still no sign of jj, though you could see him in the far distance at the end of the dock watching as the boat disappeared into the horizon. despite knowing how much jj hated luke and how he wished he was dead, he was still his father, and having to watch him leave for good was going to be tough no matter the circumstances.

you clamber out of the car, pulling your hood over your head and make your way up to the docks as jj remains still, his gaze unwavering from the water before him. and when you meet his side, he smiles though his eyes are filled with sadness.

“you okay?” you ask, wrapping your arms around him from behind, pressing a kiss to the back of his shoulder.

he nods, a slight chuckle leaving his lips before he sighs, “y’know, it’s funny how badly i wanted this, and now that it’s happened, i just... i feel weird.”

“it’s always hard having to say goodbye, but if it makes you feel any better… you’ll always have me.” a soft laugh falls from both of you before jj lifts his arm up and around you, pulling you in front of him.

“y’know, before he left, he said something that really got me thinking, and i know it’s probably going to sound stupid, but i have to ask. otherwise, it’s going to literally eat me up inside.” he scratches the nape of his neck, a nervous smile present.

you already knew what he was going to ask, that your little secret wasn’t so much a secret anymore, and you turn away from him. you should’ve known better than to expect luke to keep his mouth shut, but he knew this would be his last opportunity to get back at you, and he took it.

jj notices your reluctance to look at him, and with gentle movements, he cups the sides of your face and moves your gaze back to meet his. running smooth circles along your cheeks, he stares you with curious eyes, “babe... are you... are you pregnant?”

tears pool in the corners of your eyes, the guilt inside beginning to claw its way up your throat. your heart speeds up, and breathing deepens as you stare into the eyes of the boy you loved and shakily nod your head.

a soft gasp leaves him and he licks his bottom lip as his brows furrow in the center of his forehead, “how long have you known?”

“a week. a bit more,” your tears fall freely now. “i’m sorry, j. i should’ve told you the second i found out.”

he nods in a way that was him processing what you had said rather than agreeing and then returns his gaze back to the water. he remains silent for a moment before a small chuckle leaves him, “i mean, it kind of makes sense now that i think about it.”

confused, you sniffle back your tears.

“you have been a little moodier lately, and you demolished an entire pizza, and garlic bread, the other night,” he says, laughing, and you can’t help but smile.

once the laughing dies down, you ask, “you’re not mad... or freaked out?”

“are you kidding? you’re having my baby!” he looks at you with glistening eyes. they're so big you can see yourself reflected in them as he brushes your hair from your face. “this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

a sigh of relief sputters from you, and your eyes glaze over with tears. the thrill of it runs down your spine, all the way to your toes, and his hands come up to brush your cheeks. “you’re sure you want to do this?”

“of course, i do. there's nothing i want more than for us to be a family, and we’re going to be the coolest parents ever. oh my, god. we can teach them to fish, and surf, and take them on rides on the hms pogue.”

it's heart-warming to see him so excited about, but he quickly stops after realising he had been rambling on while you stared at him adoringly. he clears his throat and shrugs, trying to play it off nonchalant-like, but your giggle tells him that it hadn’t worked.

“come here,” he kisses your forehead before meeting your lips, and everything you had been holding back erupts into a long, passionate kiss.

when you pull apart, he wraps an arm around your shoulders once more, leaning his head against yours, as you watch the sunset, and after a moment, he chuckles to himself. “so, i must’ve been like really good in bed, huh?”

“oh my, god,” rolling your eyes, you shrug his arm off and give him a little shove. “the quality of your performance has nothing to do with the fact that you got me pregnant. but... for your ego’s sake... yeah.”

“my ego thanks you,” he presses a hand to his chest before intertwining his fingers with yours at the same time tiny droplets of rain begin to fall from the sky. “okay, c’mon preggers. let's get you home before it starts to pour.”

“as long as you never call me that again.”

“no promises.” he scrunches up his nose as you make your way back down the dock, leaving behind all of your worries and doubts, and stepping into the next chapter of your life knowing that you and jj were going to be okay.

[strawberryg-cake]

HIII i love ur writing ^_^ could i request a kazuha x reader where kazuha loves to tease the reader? nsfw or sfw is ok!!

✧. ┊ Thanks! I'm glad that you like my writings (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). In regards to your request, sure, I love Kazuha sm he's a cutie, here you have some headcanons of him teasing his partner (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠). This one will be mostly soft/fluff just like him. I hope you like it <3

✦ Category: Fluff, established relationship.

✦ Warnings(?): +18 just bc of one. But I still give the warning uh.

✧. ┊ POV:

"Kazuha is your partner, sometimes he can get playful, how would he tease you?"

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❀ Kazuha is the type of partner whose teasing is so soft it's almost imperceptible... Almost. But you, as his girlfriend, would notice right away—because most of the time, it's with you.

❀ He would say it so casually, in the middle of one of his usual compliments to you, just to see how you laugh or blush furiously.

❀ He would do this often when the two of you are alone. Actually, he would physically tease you when you're alone—brush his lips against yours and pull away just to see you pouting unconsciously. Adorable.

❀ Ah, Kazuha would have this habit of brushing your hair away from your face... then get closer and whisper one of his sweet words with the clear intention of making you flustered. Then, casually... he would plant a kiss at the top of your ear.

❀ "That was unfair..." you would say, looking away completely flustered. He would look at you like a man drunk in love and say, "Every reaction you give me makes me wonder if I'm really awake... You sure I'm not dreaming?" Your ears would turn red. "You're impossible, you know..." But you're smiling.

❀ Tease him back—come on—say something sassy when he doesn't expect it, and he'll look at you surprised at first... then stare at you with a playful look in his beautiful eyes. "What a cruel move... Shall I get ready for my comeback next time, my dear?"

❀ He enjoys making you nervous. Kazuha will casually get closer and kiss the corner of your lips. If you stare at him expecting a full kiss, he'll encourage you to give it to him—softly, of course—because this guy is the definition of a candy shaped as a person.

❀ He gets... incredibly possessive when it's just the two of you alone. "I'm the only one who gets to see you this way... Right?" He’s whispering in your ear while hugging you from behind. His lips would casually—not so casually—brush against your ear, and you’d turn red. "You're red again, love... If I continue, what other types of beautiful reactions would you give me?"

❀ He teases through kisses. He’ll be kissing you, the kiss gets deep, and you'll hear his whimper—a soft "Mm..." against your lips. And when he carefully bites your bottom lip... he’ll pull away. Just like he wasn’t stealing your breath a few seconds ago.

❀ When the two of you are in his bedroom or yours, under the sheets, no clothes—just skin to skin... he’ll tease you, because he wants you to say you’re his and only his. "I wonder what would happen if I kiss you here..." And he’ll begin to trail soft kisses on your neck, then your jaw, and stop at your lips. "You look so gorgeous... Even the stars couldn't compare." His forehead will press against yours, and he’ll blush—not softly, no—he’ll be so red when he whispers against your lips: "Go ahead, darling... Say you’re mine, just like I’m yours."

❀ You would say it. He would melt.

[yujinnieswifeu]

Can you do sassy insolent baby girl dramatic princesse tomboy reader × who you want

(Reader always make fun of her girlfriend but that's just that she kow her girlfriend to well and that's one of her way to say "i love you" not that she can't say "i love you" but yk. Reader is a good observer too and is in high school, reader is known for laughing a lot and making fun of her friends,classmate,teacher her girlfriend and even her girlfriend friends/members reader is a real troublemaker and quite bad at school too that' swhy she need her girlfriend help too do her homwokrs that doesn'thepl her case too)

i'm sorry i'm just rambling my bad you don't have to read it all

And g!p idol×bottom reader

thank in advance

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pairings: sub!fem reader x dom g!p Ahn Yujin

warnings: smut, cock warming, p in v, Yujin has a cock, cumming inside pussy (don’t do this irl)

a/n: hi 🎀 anonn~, tq for the request, really had fun with this plot heh and ofc everyone know im gg to write for Yujin when you said any idol 😋 also i tried to add in all the things u said but im pretty sure i missed out some, hope it’s still fine tho😣 enjoy~~

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Another day of school, and you thought it would be any usual day. It started of the same, you waking up later than the alarm you set the previous day, groaning as you groggily make your way to the bathroom to bath, getting dressed for school before rushing out of your apartment when you realised the time. It was only when you reached the gates that you looked at your phone, seeing multiple texts from your girlfriend.

7:35am

Hey cutie, good morning ;). Can’t wait to see you later🥺

8:02am

Baby? Why aren’t you awake yet 😞, miss you sm :(

8:33am

Don’t tell me you’re late again uh? Or are you still sleeping? 🤨

It makes you smile, and you quickly reply to her text, letting her know you just reached school. “Hey Y/n!” You heard a familiar voice, looking up as your face lit at your best friend. “Liz!” You went up to her, giving her a quick hug which made some passer by’s stare but you couldn’t care less. You and Liz were always like this, heck, if you weren’t dating Yujin now, people might think you two were a couple, but of course, word spreads fast in campus.

“Where’s your one and only?” She teases, which you react with a playful eye roll, raising a brow and your hands at your waist as you attempt to make a pose to act all cool. “Well obviouslyyy, she’s later than me!” Liz just laughs, her laughter dying down when she looks to someone behind you, only for you to hear the person cough and you bit your bottom lip. You were definitely in it now if she just heard that. “What did you just say Y/n L/n?” That voice.

It makes you shiver inside, a cheeky chuckle escapes your lips before you turn to pout at your girlfriend, which she rolls her eyes at. “You know, this girl here only replied to me now, and look at her hair, she was obviously rushing, weren’t you Y/n?” You look to Liz for help, watching as she slowly backed away and mouthing a ‘sorry’ before heading off first. “Babeee, why you need to embarrass me like that?” You whine when your best friend had gone, and Yujin smirks, her head tilted slightly with her brow raised.

“And why did you lie to your best friend hm?” You could only pout, your hands tucked in your pockets as your head was down. “I’m just playing with you love, i knew why you did that.” She was softer this time when she sees how you were acting and you gave her a wide smile. She boops your nose with her index which makes you giggle slightly. “Hey lovebirds, class is starting soon you know?” It was Wonyoung this time, her hand slung around your shoulder as she attempted to tease your height again.

“Wony! I’m not that short!” Wonyoung and Yujin laughs instead, and you glare slightly at Yujin who purses her lips together to stop her own laughter. “Sorry babe, you just look so cute.” “You mean when i’m this short?” You retort immediately and she couldn’t stop the smile appearing from her face. “You know why.” She winks, her attempt to flirt with you when Wonyoung was still here makes your face beet red and Wonyoung just blinks her eyes, not understanding a thing. “T-that doesn’t mean i am one!” You argued, and Wonyoung suddenly understood it. “Ohh, we learn something new about Y/n everyday hm?” She joins in and you just rolls your eyes. “We both know Yujin is the bottom!” You try again, sticking your tongue out at them before wiggling your way out of Wonyoung’s grip, before heading to your classroom. “Shall we see later?” Yujin shouts a little as you walked off, and you waved them off, feeling the hotness in your cheeks when you think about it.

。。。

“And that concludes today’s lesson!” Your last period finally ended, and you were so glad it didn’t last any longer. You quickly gathered your things, not forgetting the homework of course, thinking of only one person who can help you with it during the weekends. “Y/n? Can you stay back a little while?” The teacher’s voice makes you stop packing, your heart suddenly racing as you knew it was probably something to do with your grades.

“Sure.”

“So…i’m going to assign someone to be paired with you to help you with learning this topic, is that fine?” You were anxious on who it was, just hoping it wouldn’t be a guy as you nod your head yes. “Okay, hm let me think. I do have a student who is really good in this topic, it is a girl so don’t you worry.” She says, seeing how you were less tense after hearing her say that it would be a female. That was until you found out the student that she mentioned was Yujin, and you suddenly grew all tense again.

“A-and you didn’t tell me about this? You know your grades are important right?” Yujin was frustrated, combing her hair back with her fingers. It was after school when she just dragged you back to her place, her grip tight on your wrist with no explanation whatsoever. It was only when you two were in her room, and she sits you down on her chair rather forcefully that she spilled her frustrations, which brings you to the situation now. You were screwed.

“I…I can explain.” She glares at you, which makes you shut up. You knew in this situation to not talk back, after all, you were weaker in your studies. “I’m not doing your homework for you anymore.” She snaps coldly, a shiver runs down your spine, Yujin has never gotten this upset before so it scared you a little. “Yujin…” “You need to learn to do it yourself.” She continues, her arms now crossed as she looks down at your state. She knew you were feeling tense at the situation, and her chiding you would not be enough to help you. “I’ll help you.” Her tone was softer this time as she kneels, her arms on your thighs as she takes your hand, giving you a reassuring smile that catches your breath every single time.

You could feel your cheeks turning hot, and you let your hair cascade down your face to hide the blush as you bit your bottom lip. “Thank you Yujin ah.” She brushes your hair back behind your ear, and pinches your now red cheeks. “Cute.” You swat her hand away, suddenly feeling even more shy as you cover your face to hide the smile. She laughs, attempting to remove your hands to plant kisses all over your face making you squeal as you melt into her touch.

。。。

“What does this part of the sentence mean?” Yujin ask you for the countless time today, and you just stared at her with a blank face. She groans into her hands, clearly understanding this wasn’t working. “Baby…” she drags, and you pout, playing with your fingers instead. “It’s hard to understand.” You whine out loud, which makes her tilt her head at you, her palm against her cheek as her elbows are against the table. “You were distracted, thats why.” Your girlfriend says sternly, and you knew she was right.

But how could you control that? After all, you get easily distracted by everything, especially when it comes to your girlfriend. Yujin suddenly had an idea, a smirk plastered on her face and you cock a brow at her. “What?” She bites her bottom lip, taking you by the waist over her lap, it makes you gasp, feeling something poking between your asscheeks as you attempt to grind yourself against her even more. “Mm..how about if you’re able to get all the exercises right by the end of today…” You could feel her hand slowly undoing your sweatpants, as it drops down to the floor. “Then i will reward you hm?” You whimper softly, your lips pursed as you gave her a pleading look but she just glares at you.

“Be good, or nothing at all hm.” She wraps her fingers around your neck, not strangling you, but letting you know who was in charge as you gulp slightly. “Y-yes Yujin.” She smiles at your reply, contented with your answer as she asks you to stand, removing her pants. You immediately feel yourself salivating at the sight as she removes her boxers along with her pants, watching how her cock immediately springs up against her tummy, some pre-cum forming at the tip. You wanted to lick it so bad, to kneel and let your girlfriend fuck your mouth like the slut you were for her cock, but you knew she wouldn’t give you what you wanted just yet. “Sit down baby.” She spreads her legs a little, and you understood the assignment.

You sit down slowly on her lap, your back against her front, her hands spreading your asscheeks slightly as you slowly slide her hardened cock inside of you. It makes you moan loudly, hands gripping the desk, your breathing coming out in short breaths when you finally settled on her lap with her cock fully inside of you. Yujin bites her lip to suppress any sounds from escaping her mouth, her hands now pushing the exercise in front of you as she pases you a pen.

“Start.”

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You were almost done with the exercise, and you do not know how long it has been, but it definitely felt like hours have passed. You were sure her chair was now ruined considering how wet you were, your juices were dripping down yours and her thighs. Sometimes, when Yujin shifts, it makes you whimper and you try to grind more against her which she stops immediately as her hands holds your hip in place, her breath fanning hotly against the back of your ear where she warns you to try again. Yujin’s voice was low and sultry, she was getting painfully hard by now, with the way your walls flutters around her when she would shift just the slightest, or when she touches you, it was a torture for her too. She really couldn’t wait to ruin you after this.

“I-i’m done Yujin.” You say rather breathlessly, and Yujin looks over your work, her chin on your shoulder, hearing how your breath hitches and your walls fluttering around her again as her front presses against your back. “My good girl, these are all correct now.” She lets out a satisfied sigh, and feels the way your hips move against her lap, it makes her groan, her head against the back of the chair. “F-fuck, you have no idea…how much i want to ruin you now.” Her voice deep and filled with lust, hands gripping your hips, nails slightly piercing your skin as you continue to ride her reverse cowgirl style. “Please…Y-yujin ruin me please.” You took her hands placing them under your shirt hearing her groan.

“Get up.” You were reluctant to do so, but listen to her instructions as you get up, your legs were weak when you try to stand, your hands gripping the edge of the desk for support. You feel her turning you around, her lips on yours almost instantly and you moan softly into the kiss. Your legs wraps around her, pulling her closer to you and her tip accidentally bumps at your clit. It causes you to jolt, you were sensitive from warming her cock for so long and so was she, another groan leaving her lips. Within seconds, she has your back on the sheets, her hands removing her shirt and bra as you did the same to yours. She strokes her now painfully erect cock, pupils blown with lust as she lines herself up against your sopping cunt and you swore that has to be the hottest thing your girlfriend ever did.

“S-so wet for me..fuck.” She pushes herself in almost forcefully, your walls greedily sucking her in as she moves at a feverish speed. It makes you all breathless, eyes rolling from all the pent up teasing earlier. She has your hands above your head, her head diving down to hungrily attack your bossoms with hickies and licks. You moan even louder for her, pulling at your hands weakly which she has them pinned over your head still, your back arches into her touch, the feeling of her tongue rolling over your nipples makes you clench around her even more. “Don’t..don’t s-stop please..!” Your orgasm was approaching with the way her tip hits your sweet spot with each thrust. You could feel her twitching inside of you, knowing she was close as well, her hands finally leaving your wrists, going to your hips as she pulls it higher up against her legs.

The new angle makes your body squirm, eyes pooling with tears from how her tip drags along your sweet spot, and she pistons even faster, mouth agape. “F-fuck, this pussy was made for me.” She speeds up her movements, feeling how your walls closes around her even more, it makes her breathe heavily, as she watches your body react with each of her thrusts. The sight of your breasts jiggling and teary eyes sends her over the edge as she paints your walls white. You come soon after, head tilting back, eyes rolling as your vision turns white, body spasming as you come all over her, screaming her name. She slowly thrust herself this time, prolonging your shared orgasm as her body comes into contact with yours. It makes you whimper, arms around her bringing her closer to you if that was even possible. “I-i can’t stop love, i’m sorry.” She mutters, and before you knew it, she turns your front against the sheets, your back against her front as she has her arms locked over yours, moaning and breathing against your ears as her cock slides back inside your now puckered hole, and you knew that she was not going to stop anytime soon.

This was definitely not just another usual day.

[scarletlizzard]

Christmas Angel

Parings: wanda maximoff x female reader

Tags Minors DNI: smut, fluff, dirty talk, name calling, choking, strap on (R) receiving, dom!wanda, fingering , cheating?

Summary: At a Christmas party in a club, you find yourself sitting alone at the bar. That is until Wanda Maximoff buys you a drink.

You sip down another straight shot of vodka, wondering how the hell you got here. You look around the crowded club at the Christmas decorations that hung all over the building. Strands of green and red flickered above you, fake felt snow wrapped around the bar, even the bartender was wearing half of a Santa suit. The crowd of people behind you on the dance floor seemed to get bigger in the 15 minutes you had been sitting at the bar, and you were starting to wonder whether or not you should leave.

"You want another?" the shirtless Santa asks, his fake white beard crooked as he shakes a cocktail. You sigh with a smile and shrug.

"Why the hell not?" He nods at your words, returning a smile. As he pours you another shot, you find yourself subconsciously turning the ring on your left index finger. You stare at it for a moment before grabbing the shot glass, lifting it up towards shirtless Santa, and downing it in one go.

After that shot you definitely felt yourself relax, feeling the warmth of the alcohol begin to course through your body. Before you could call over the bartender again, shirtless Santa, he's already walking towards you with a drink in hand. "Here you go!" He sets down a fruity looking cocktail in front of you. His beard was no longer crooked, but now his hat was.

"Oh, hey, I didn't order anything else!" You raise your voice, trying to speak above the music and across the bar.

"No worries, someone sent this for you and paid your tab already!" He yells back and sends a friendly wink your way before nodding his head in the direction across the bar. Your eyes were immediately drawn to the color red as you looked over, a woman standing out from the rest of the crowd. She raises her glass in your direction, and you're compelled to do the same.

She smiles and watches as you take a sip of her gift, and you can't help the blush on your cheeks from the way she stares. From what you could make out, she was wearing a nice red sweater that clashed with her gorgeous auburn hair and black slacks on her bottom half. Her eyes were encased with black framed glasses, and thankfully, they couldn't hide the glimmer of emerald you saw behind them.

Lost in the sea of green, you realize she's left her spot and is making her way over to you. You quickly run a hand through your hair and straighten up the short green dress you had on. Soon enough, she's standing next to you, leaning against the wood of the bar.

"Hey there!" The redhead says.

"Hey."

"I couldn't help but notice you all alone over here," she says, her voice is just loud enough for you to hear it over the loud music. You notice her eyes settle on the ring on your finger, but only for a moment. She has a small smirk on face as her eyes move back up to meet yours. "Or maybe you aren't alone?" She asks with a tilt of her head.

"I'm alone," you say flatly, shrugging and sipping your drink.

"Good to hear. I'm Wanda, and you?"

"Y/N," is all you say, watching as she nods.

"That's a very beautiful name." You feel her inch forward towards you. There's a moment of awkward silence as you don't speak. "Where are you from?" Wanda asks.

"New York."

"Oh really? Wow, New York is beautiful this time of year.. Rockefeller Center, the snow."

Another moment of silence.

"Did you go to school there?"

You nod, "Yep, NYU. I studied photography there."

"Oh, that's really cool! I've always been interested in photography, you know. Taking pictures.. and what not.." She clears her throat and adjusts the glasses on her face.

Silence.

"I um, I like your earrings by the way, they uh, really complement your eyes," She says with a sweet smile, bringing her cup up to her lips and taking a drink. You sigh and do your best to look annoyed with her. "You know actually -"

You cut her off with a raise of your hand, standing from the stool. "Let me just stop you right there, Wanda. You seem really sweet and really nice. You bought me a drink, asked about my life, and complemented me.." You start off, looking at her cheeky grin and the glasses on her face. "But sweet and nice is not what I'm looking for. I don't want someone to chat with all night long, talking about who's from where and what makes you giggle. Not interested, thanks," you give her a fake, bitchy smile.

Wanda has a look of shock on her face, mouth open as she stutters to find the right words. "Y/N, Y/N wait, I'm not -" But you're walking away from her to the dance floor, leaving the rest of your drink at the bar. You let out a huff as you weave through the ocean of bodies, letting yourself get lost in the music.

The lights above the dance floor flash red and green, and everyone around you was wearing Christmas colors or tacky Christmas sweaters. It reeked of alcohol and sweaty bodies, but you found yourself swaying your hips to the music anyway. It only took a few minutes before you felt a pair of hands on your waist, gripping tightly. You felt their body against your back, moving along with you to the upbeat music that played. One of the hands traveled up your waist and side, up your arm and shoulder to move your hair away from one side of your neck. You can feel them lean down against you, their lips on your ear as they begin to speak.

"I'm anything but sweet and nice, angel." You hear Wandas voice as her arm wraps around you tightly to prevent you from turning around. Her other arm wraps higher around your body, letting her fingers explore the skin on your exposed shoulder.

"Wanda -"

"Shut up, slut," she spits out, making you gasp in her grip. "That's what you are isn't it? That's how you want to be treated?" Wanda presses her hips further against your ass, and that's when you realize for the first time she's got something underneath her slacks. She loosens her grip enough to let you turn around in her arms.

You see that she's lost the glasses, and her eyes are dark with lust. Flashes of green hit her face, accenting her eyes. When red begins to flash, another smirk plays on her lips.

"What did you just call me?" You say, shock still on your voice. But who were you kidding? You could feel yourself getting more turned on with every smirk on her face.

"I called you a fucking slut," she says, without blinking. "I'm not interested in talking or chatting, I don't care about New York or where you went to school... and I fucking hate those earrings." Again, without changing a single expression on her face.

Your jaw drops at her words, "I will deck you right here and take you to the fucking floor."

"Promise?" Another smirk.

The two of you stand and stare at each other for a moment.

Two moments.

Then you're leaning up, and she's leaning down in what could be the hottest kiss of your life. Her hands are on your back holding you tightly against her, and your hands move behind her head to tangle in her auburn locks, pulling at them. Wanda groans into your mouth, mumbling, "Bathroom, now.." against your lips.

Once the door shuts, Wanda pins you to the hard surface, reaching behind you to lock the door. Your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her closer to you and kissing her again. Her tongue slides across your bottom lip, forcing herself into your mouth. You moan at the feeling and gladly let her. Wandas hands move down your body, exploring as she makes her way to the bottom of your dress. She pulls up roughly, letting it slide above your hips.

You bite down on her bottom lip, sucking hard and loving the way she hisses at the feeling. She pulls back for a moment, "This is what you want, baby?" Wanda asks, and you appreciate she's asking for permission. You quickly nod, "Yes."

She wastes no time in kneeling down and ripping your panties off so roughly that you realize she's ripped the fabric. She tosses the torn panties to the ground and looks at you with another fucking smirk.

You think, in that moment, her smirk is going to be the death of you.

"You want to be a slut so badly, I'll treat you like one," her hand reaches up to your neck, squeezing tightly. Her other hand moves between your thighs, easily sliding in two fingers. She chuckles darkly and bites back a moan as she feels how wet you were, for her. Her hand squeezes a little harder, making you loose a little air in the perfect amount of pleasure.

"You look even better with my hand around your neck," Wanda says, her fingers beginning to pick up the pace. You begin to moan loudly at the feeling, your hands resting on her shoulders and gripping onto her sweatshirt for support.

"Fuck, Wanda!" She groans at your words, not letting her grip go from around your neck. Wanda feels you begin to squeeze her fingers and she tilts her head.

"Already, angel? You want to cum for me? You want to cum all over my fingers?" She asks, moving them faster. You open your mouth to speak but between her hand on your neck and her fingers pumping in and out of you, you're lost for words. Instead you manage to nod, feeling a build up of pleasure in your lower stomach burning. As you're about to reach your peak she quickly removes her fingers, making you whimper at the empty feeling. You glare at her, tears welling as your body was denied it's release.

"Did you think I would really let a little slut like you cum on my fingers? No, no.." She says with a shake of her head, letting go of your neck. Your legs tremble under your weight and you watch as she begins to unzip her pants. "Get on your knees, like a good girl." You're suprised at yourself, that was all it took for you to follow her instructions.

Wanda stood tall in front of you, her green eyes dark and a permanent smirk at the sight in front of her. She takes the faux cock from her pants, letting it through the undone zipper. Her strap is bigger than you thought, and your eyes widen, knowing you hadn't taken anything like that before. "You'll be okay, get it nice and wet for me," she smiles down at you, putting her hand on the back of your head.

You swallow hard and wet your lips before lifting it up, licking down the side. Wandas breathing was getting heavier, and you knew it was turning her on. She takes your hair in a fist, pulling it just a little bit. You finally take the strap in your mouth, moving your head up and down. "That's it, angel.. fuck you look so hot on your knees," Wanda groans and throws her head back but for only a moment, wanting to watch every second of this.

She begins to move her hips a little, pulling at your hair a little harder. It's when you look up at her with seemingly innocent eyes that she lets out a moan. Wanda can only take a little longer before she's taking herself out of your mouth, her eyes following the trail of spit from your mouth to her strap. She helps you stand up and pushes you against the door for a second time tonight.

You're surprised when she picks you up, "Wrap your legs around me, baby." She says to you, hands gripping your ass. Your back is pressed to the door as she uses one hand to line herself up at your entrance. You bite down on your lip when you feel the tip inside of you.

"Don't be gentle," you smirk at her, enjoying the reaction it drawed out from her. Her hips snap up quickly, and you eat your words as in one motion she's fully inside of you.

"Wouldn't dream of it," she says and adjusts her grip on you. Your legs are wrapped tightly around her when she begins to move her hips, thrusting harshly. You can't control your moans as she fucks you, loving every second of the gorgeous redheads attack on you. Your fingers thread through her hair, arms holding onto Wanda as tightly as you could. She leans forward to kiss you and smirks against your lips as you can barely kiss her back.

"God, you feel so fucking good," Wanda moans against your mouth, watching as you close your eyes and throw your head back against the door.

"Ah, ah.." she says. Her breath is hot against your skin, her thrusts not getting off rhythm once. "Look at me when I fuck you." You open your eyes with a whimper, "Let me hear you, angel." You oblige and let out all your moans, not being able to control yourself.

"Oh, Wanda!... Yes, yes, yes... fuck me harder! ... oh fuck..."

Both of you are moaning now, and Wanda has sucked a few marks on your neck as she murmered dirty things in your ear. She feels your legs tighten around her, your nails digging into the back of her neck.

"I want to hear you beg for it," she pants out, finding herself close to climax. "Beg me to let you cum."

Your head is spinning. You can barely breathe, but you're willing to do anything as long as she doesn't deny you again. "Wanda, please! Please, let me cum.. please.." You whimper out, feeling that familiar heat building up inside you. "I need you, I need to cum, please.." You beg her, and it's music to her ears.

It shouldn't be possible, but she thrusts harder inside of you. "Fuck, fuck.. good girl, taking my cock so well," Wanda moans against your neck, pulling back to look in your eyes.

"Cum for me, angel.. cum all over my cock. Be a good girl for me," she pants out, her thrusts becoming uneven. At her words you feel yourself let go, screaming her name as you do. Your thighs become wetter and Wanda continues to thrust, her pace slowing down as you ride out your high. "God.. fuck baby!" She moans, her hips stuttering against you as she does the same.

The two of you stay there, still for a moment as you cach your breath. Wanda takes a deep breath, leaving slow, wet kisses on your neck and chest. You hum as she does, letting your eyes close and your fingers scratching softly on the nape of her neck.

"Wanna go get some pizza?" Wanda asks as she watches you fix your makeup in the mirror. You take in her relaxed demeanor in the mirror, leaned against the bathroom wall with her arms crossed as if she didn't just fuck the life out of you. Your eyes travel to her face and - goddammit, she smirks.

Wandas jacket is warm as the two of you leave the club and you take in a deep breath in the cold, your nose being filled with the scent of Wanda. For three blocks you walk and talk about the Christmas decorations you see along the way. "Now, those ones, are pretty," She smiles wide pointing to a store with nostalgic lighting wrapped around it's window. The colorful lights shine on her face and you find yourself smiling, taking her hand and intertwining your fingers.

She took you to her favorite pizza place. It was hot and greasy and everything you could want, drunk and freshly fucked at 2am. When you were finished and satisfied, she held open the door for you, her arm stopping you from walking through the frame. You look at her, confused. Wanda only looks up, and you giggle as you realize she's looking at the mistletoe hanging above the two of you. "You know it's bad luck if you dont kiss under it.." Another smirk is all it takes for you to kiss her again.

Wanda holds your hand as she walks you home, only a few blocks away. You feel her fingers play with the ring on your finger. As you step up to your door she smiles, staying behind you at the steps. "So.. this is where you live, huh?" She smiles up at you, green eyes shining brightly.

You laugh and shake your head, stepping down so you are right in front of her. Your hand reaches up to her cheek, letting your thumb move softly. She leans into your touch, her cold cheeks warming in your hand. "You live here too, Wanda.." You giggle at the way she scrunches up her nose, and you lean up to place a soft kiss on it.

You pull the warm comforter over yourself and smile at your wife as she walks in with a glass of water. "What'd you think? I was going for a nerdy with a hot side, but you blew me out of the water." Wanda smiles back and climbs into bed next to you. You laugh and shake your head, letting her wrap her arms around you.

"I loved it. The glasses were a really nice touch, by the way. You looked so sexy.. I wasn't too bitchy? I was trying to have some attitude," you say and she laughs along with you. "I still cant believe we did that.." You rest your head on her chest, relaxing as her fingers stroke your hair. You let your own rub circles on her shoulder.

"No, I loved the attitude. It was so hot. Perfect amount of bitchy," she chuckles and kisses the top of your head. There's a moment of comfortable silence as the two of you lay holding each other.

"You're perfect.." her voice is soft, and you smile at her words, staring at the ring you've been twirling on your finger. You wondered how you got so lucky to deserve Wandas love. She lay quietly, wondering how she got so lucky to deserve being able to love you.

"I love you, Wanda.."

"I love you, more Y/N.."

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a/n: This is based on the opening scene of the movie Four Christmases! I thought it would be funny to see if people caught on to it or if they thought that the reader was cheating or something like that, oops. Thanks for all the likes and reads! Any comments are greatly appreciated ♡