#Makes me wanna gigle

[pizzee]

Mk question OK 🥺 How does mk and layla celebrate diya's first birthday??

Tumblr user usaigi you have made me think ab something I’ve never thought of. I commend you. 

I think they keep it lowkey. One, because what’s the point of having a birthday party for a one year old?? I say lowkey but Jake is such a girldad he’d refuse to settle for anything less than the fair and hiring mariachi to sing for her. Every year. Layla and Steven would think it’s adorable and readily agree. Marc’s just along for the ride. They take her to the fair, all the baby rides and Marc takes care of Diya while Layla hops on the bigger rides because he’s scared someone needs to take care of the baby. Marc is surprisingly good at carnival games and wins them so many stuffed animals they have to give some away to giddy kids that watch him absolutely demolish dart throwing. Steven finds a park nearby and they go for a walk there before the sun sets. Jake drives them back and sings Diya lullabies in Spanish while she and Layla fall asleep in the backseat. Idk maybe they invite frenchie over and he buys them a too big cake and waaaaay too many outfits for her. They sing her happy birthday in like four different languages, then Steven unveils the birthday banner written in hieroglyphics and they hang it above her cradle. Layla FaceTimes her mom for what’s supposed to be a few minutes just so she can see the baby but it turns into almost an hour of every member of the El-Faouly family saying hi to the baby. 

Frenchie leaves after giving the baby every blessing possible and they all go to sleep. Until Layla wakes up on the middle of the night, the way she’s been programmed to at the same tome Diya cries every night like clockwork, but it’s quiet. No wailing baby or irritable husbands or restless Jake. So she tiptoes to the cradle and sees Marc with Diya in his arms, slowly rocking her back and forth. Neither look anywhere near sleep but they stare at each other, completely loving. Layla goes back to sleep and isn’t awoken at all that night.

We will now shift our attention to werewolves moon knight

[skullvgirl]

flirty!chigiri ིྀheadcannons | PART ONE

—w/: pretty boy chigiri chwaannn ≧▽≦

—warnings: school!au, fluff, ooc, fem reader

-— author's notes: why did this littlerally take me forever to make wtf

[ YOU ARE HERE] -> PART ONE | PART TWO

—flirty!chigiri who plays with your hair innocently, twirling the strands around his fingers, and batting his eyelashes (that btw are long assffff) to get your attention

—flirty!chigiri that likes linking arms in the hallways, always brushing your questions off with a "but its so crowded i dont wanna lose you" or "whats the problem? you dont wanna touch me or something?"

—flirty!chigiri who you cant tell if hes serious or not when you insist that touching isnt the problem but rather—"people are going to think we're dating..." "so?"

—flirty!chigiri who always sits as close to you as possible, who gets pouty when someone else bests himself to the seats next to you in the cafeteria

—flirty!chigiri who lingers for you, always waiting for you to finished packing your things in your bag, even waiting when a teacher calls you to stay and talk afterclass, knowing he doesn't have a pass but is willing to be late just so he can be the only one to walk either you in the hallways

—flirty!chigiri who rushes for you, who is the first to his next class because he knows you're in it, who cringes, imagining how wide he must smile when he's sees you

—flirty!chigiri who likes harshly running his finger down your spine to see you jolt and yelp in surprise, who gigles cutely when you tell him not to do that again

—flirtychigiri who tries his best not to stare because he knows it makes you nervous, you said it makes you nervous but he seriously can't help himself when it comes to you, looking you up and down from across the room (assigned seats are really a pain) and stretching his face muscles into a cat-like grin that makes butteflys errupt in your stomach

—flirtychigiri who always finds a way to hold you, casually wrapping his arms around your waist or pressing a fleeting kiss into your neck too see you sputter and blush

—flirty!chigiri who takes the initiative of making you hangout together outside of school, always inviting you everywhere, who is willing to meet your parents if their strict, offering to drive you everywhere if they don't want to

—flirty!chigiri who one day takes you out for dinner, picking you up right at your house, who can't take his eyes off you when you walk up too the car shyly

—flirty!chigiri who just like always locks arms with you when you walk into the restaurant, always finding a hand on your waist to let it be known to everyone in the room 'this girl is mine'

—flirty!chigiri who offhandedly makes dirty jokes when the waiter comes around because he likes the sort of 'oh!' look they get on there face

—flirty!chigiri who doesn't break eye contact when he's talking too you because he likes too see you squirn likes giving you his full attention when you speak to him, and your face card never declined anyways so its a bonus

—flirty!chigiri who cuts you off mid sentence—"like seriously I was so lost an—" he slides his hands over your waist and maybe a little too close too your ass, pressing his warms lips—then tounge into your equally warm ones. he pulls away all too quickly. "sorry I just—you looked so beautiful" you're speechless when he laughs "come on, continue your story yn, you were at the part when you were lost right?"

—flirty!chigiri who teasingly doesn't do anything for the rest of the night, hardly getting near you before your time is up, grinning at your obvious sulking

—flirty!chigiri who unashamedly gives you a wet kiss on the corner of your mouth, a fake to what you thought he was going to do, a small goodbye and thank you for the amazing night

—flirty!chigiri who realises the next morning he never officially asked you to be his girlfriend

—flirty!chigiri who as soon as he sees you at school, does just that, and surprise, surprise, you say yes ᡣ𐭩

-—author notes: could you tell who i was thinking about while writing this, probably not, anyway hope u enjoyed i really had alot of fun writing this so i hope u gad just as much fun reading, ill see u guys later tho, bye bye ◡̈

[meo-eiru]

I want Elias he so adorable, can I have him? Please , like I wanna just start sobbing when I touch his hair because I never feel so grateful in life and a goddess front of me

I would work hard in my job to spoil him lavish gift and luxurious gift,

I would also take care of him too when he's sick, I wanna hug him when I just came from stressing work, I would praise of thousands no millions maybe infinite yes. Please I love him oh my gosh, if he's really bored in life I would take him in my favorite spot in garden or forest, or does he want picnic too?

He so adorable like AAAAAAAAAAAAA

If I would start seeing elias in real life I would also LIKE GIGLING MY FATASS AND KICKING MY FEET (I get shy when I talk to pretty people)

I understand the feeling of no hobbies at all when I was depress that time, so I wanna give him a joy in life that what he really enjoy, I'll accept his flaw and his perfection he still Elias, he still Elias

I'll happily accept his filthy or romantic desires, Meo thank you so much for making him existing in my life even he's only scratch lines, and colors , bless you with a nice temperature and life

Elias ily

(ok I'm getting obsessed I need help)

I have such amazing anons man like I can truly feel the passion from this ask, it makes me want to find a way to make these guys real so you guys can actually live your dreams

[leodette]

well, part 2 for you! pretty sure this will actually turn into a series as I have some ideas :) your support and interactions are always welcomed! love you :*

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I Never Wanna See You Walk Away | LN4 | Part 2

fandom: Formula 1

pairing: Lando Norris x OC (not named)

names/faceclaims: -

summary: pancake 'date'

warning: age difference (older woman x younger man)

requested: yes / no

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Strawberry pancakes were considered a success. Both Mila and Maxie stuffed their mouths full of the sweet snack, their crash earlier that day long forgotten.

Lando smiled at his little niece. She was basically her dad reborn, the blonde curls making her look like an angel. Only looking though. When they entered the bistro and found a place, Mila insisted on sitting next to her new young friend, while smiling brightly at Max’s aunt. Those two were gigling when the menus were brought to them, Mila’s eyes wide as she looked at the older woman who pointed out different options. The orders were made, Lando getting himself only a cup of cappuccino and her banana split plate, while the kids excitedly talked about the animals.

"Have you ever seen Uncle Lando race, Mila?" the question came, and Lando nearly choked on his coffee, turning towards the little girl and waiting for what she would say.

But Mila only nodded her head, mostly because her mouth was full of strawberries and whipped cream, with a little bit of it sticking to her nose. Lando was about the wipe it off, but his company was quicker, and in no time the kids were talking between themselves again.

"You're good with kids," he murmured towards her, and she only smirked, a small crow feet appearing in the corners of her eyes.

"Oh heck no. Max and my other nephew are the only exceptions. I always steal them away, stuff them full of sugar and return them safely to their respective parents," she smiled and cut off a piece of her banana split.

When they arrived, it started raining outside again, and she shrugged off her rain coat, leaving her in a soft looking grey blouse with a very tastefully deep V neckline. Not too much so her cleavage wasn't right in Lando's nose, but also revealing enough that his imagination was busy making scenarios. And so he now watched, almost hypnotized, how she put the fork in her mouth, her lips closing around it, that damned smirk still on her face and her eyes not leaving his. She knew damn well what she was doing, and Lando prayed to all Gods he knew that she would keep doing it. She quietly asked the waiter for a second fork and gently pushed the plate in his direction.

"C'mon, one banana with chocolate will not wreck your diet plan," she continued smiling, although her eyes softened, and handed him the fork.

Lando felt a sudden warmth in his stomach. No one in a very long time offered to share a piece of basically a junk food with him, all afraid that he would have problem with his diet. But this woman did not. Instead she turned the plate so the bigger piece was in front him, and then patted her nephew's hair, leaving the man in her company with his thoughts for a milisecond.

"So, I guess you probably want a break from all the race talk, right?" her raised eyebrows prompted him to hum in agreement, his eyes drifting to the plate as he cut a piece of the dessert. Lando had summer break, more importantly the two week mandatory leave.

"Technically I'm not even supposed to think racing. Sorry," he smiled back at her, and she chuckled.

"But you can tell me what you do. Since it's quite unfair you know my job," he pointed the fork at her, the second too early for him to understand that it could be considered rude. He knew her for what, an hour maybe? But she seemd a good sport about it. Her fork remained on the table as she pushed the plate completely in front of him, winking at the younger driver before grabbing his coffee cup and taking a sip, then leaning back. Lando was speechless. Someone else could consider it too straightforward. Maybe a bit over the line. But him? No. Mostly because he did that quite a lot to women as well. This time though, his own game turned against him.

"Well, I work for the local travel agency, and do a part-time dj at PRYZM," the smile didn't leave her face when Lando's jaw dropped.

"Wait... you're a dj?" he stumbled, being caught totally off guard. Of all jobs he could think of, playing in a night club wasn't one of them.

"Shocking, right? Who would've thought that on a brim of my thirties I would play for eighteen-year-olds," she chuckled and shrugged, clearly not giving a damn about what people think.

Lando's mind was completely blank. He couldn't imagine the elegantly-dressed woman opposite him behind the mixing board. And his mind continued to produce images. What would she wear? How would she behave? What beats would she play? ... How would she look after her part? Sweaty? Breathless?

"Lost for words?" she raised her eyebrows, one corner of her lips taunting him before she turned to Mila and helped her cut the leftover strawberry in half, Lando's niece immediately taking the other half and putting in on Max's plate.

"I... I'm sorry, you just surprised me," he shook his head, trying to shake the not so pg13 images from his mind.

She waved her hand and took her bag from underneath the chair, rummaging through it for a second before taking out a square of paper and a pen. She scribbled something at the shiny white back of it before sliding it towards him, that seducive smile not leaving her face for even a second. Lando felt like a mouse who just ran into a particularly mischevious cat. Real-life Tom and Jerry.

"Well, maybe real experience will help you," she added, mentioning to the paper before turning back to the children. Lando took it.

It was a pamphlet from PRYZM, the local night club. With a date. And a name. He turned it over. +44 .... .......

"You're welcome to come and see. There's a private booth for my eventual guests. Never used it," she motioned to the paper, almost careless, like she was just talking about the weather.

But Lando knew. Seemed like he had plans for Saturday evening.

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[thenickgirl]

Im writing a little brat nick thing here bc he is always in my head

Readers pov

I stood watching him fucking dick

Me and nick have been dating for 3 months now and we are currently at this party for some shit i dont even care about snd this son of a bitch is flirting with another man

He knows what hes doing hes trying to piss me off and i hate to admit this but its working the way hes touching the other mans arm how he laughs at his shitty jokes god i just wanna shove my cock down his throat just for talking to him

But im keeping my cool sat in the corner watching everything go down untill nick wraps his arms around the other mans neck while nick looks in my direction smirking and shooting a wink my way

"Fucking whore i swear to god hes gunna regret this shit" i mumble under my breath slamimg my drink down and walking over towards them

"Nick can i talk to you BABE" i say making the last word very clear

"Not right now im talking"

He says going back toward the other man

"I swear to fucking god nick" i say as i grab his arm and speed walking to the closest room i could find free while nick is gigling behind me his plan worked and he knows it

I finally get a room push nick in and lock the door grabbing nick by the throat and slamming him against it

"Oh you find yourself so fucking funny dont you" nicks cheeks turning a bright shade of pink degrading being one of his favourite kinks

"Im about to fuck you so hard you know who you fucking belong to" i say while unbuckleing my belt.

🤭🤭 so that was fun

I might continue who knows

HELLO HI WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS

I NEED MORE PLEASE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT 😫😍

[maniclily]

Brush my teeth

I hate brushing my teeth

I am brushing my teeth after every meal now

just like i hate many things yet i have to do them regularly

my mom and dad never brushed my teeth yet they did it all the time to my siblings

I wanna be taken care of too not just be the care giver

but the more i think about it i realize some people are just not wired that way

Some are care givers and some are to be taken care of

and i was never to be taken care of

Therefore i must be a care giver

and be the one to brush my loved one's teeth

I know u might not understand this analogy cause i compared it to something as silly as brushing my teeth

But I hope you’d look back at it and  understand  what I really mean

I told you how bad I wanted you to brush my teeth

I want you to hold my face and do that for me

And I be staring at you the whole time

Till you either gigle or freak out

I want to memorize every detail in your face

To be able to close my eyes I draw your face in my head

But I can’t do that

Can I ?

Do you love me can turn to do you want to brush my teeth

But I made it fun for you too

 I always do

I tell you to put me on the counter near the sink and brush my teeth

You tell me you can be choking me while you do it

To keep my mouth open for you

So you can brush my teeth

So I can stare at you

You hold my hair when it gets in the way

God why do you olny have two hands

That’s not enough

I want more

I am greedy I know but you love it

Pull my hair

Force my mouth open

And clean that mess up

Brush my teeth, make me feel loved.

[attiredpan]

Re-watching Far Beyond The Stars because it’s a great social commentary episode that will Mess You Up Emotionally™️ in the best way possible/about the constant hope for a future better than the present with incredible acting and writing from all involved with it:

Re-watching Far Beyond The Stars cause of Nog saying “Forget about it” in the most cliche New York accent imaginable:

[pottahishotasf]

° Sleepy Reassurance °

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Requested by ▻ Anon<33

Summary ▻ Fred notices how tired you were while you were both finishing the potions essay that was due tommorow.

Warning/s ▻ mentions of food, light swearing, kissing, fred needing your daily reassurance, there's an angst part but don't worry its mostly FLUFF.

Word Count ▻ 600+

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ

She yawned, still scribbling on her potions essay which was due tomorrow.

I'm pretending to do mine, but I haven't even started yet, not even a single word, only a blank piece of parchment laying in front of me.

Because in reality I'm just observing her.

Observing-

How she slightly opens her mouth when she concentrates, how her eyebrows would furrow whenever she reads something that doesn't make sense.

I snapped back to reality when she yawned again, rubbing her eyes, trying to fight the sleepiness.

"Hey, maybe we should just go to bed and sleep, let's do this stupid essay tomorrow..." I suggested, my hand reaching to grab hers.

"Oh, but freddie I have to finish this tonight, if I won't, I'll probably fail potions." She said, squeezing my hand.

"But love, you're tired."

"Just five more minutes please." She pleaded, "It'll be fast, I promise."

"Fine." I sighed, "Five minutes y/n, just five minutes and we'll leave this hell hole."

"Deal."

~~~~~~~~~~

Five minutes has passed, and she's still going.

"Okay, thats enough. I gave you more than five minutes already." I reminded, standing up, putting my things back in my satchel.

"Okay... Mr. Impatient." She teased, also picking her stuff up.

We were walking down the corridors when-

"Do you wanna go to the kitchens?" She eagerly asked.

"Yes, thats a really good idea" I said, agreeing.

~~~~~~

READERS POV

"Okay, that tart was good."

"No, its not." I disagreed.

"It was great... the best if I have to be honest, now c'mon let's go to sleep, I'm feeling really sleepy... And its only 10." I said nuzzling my head on my pillow.

Fred started tucking me to bed "Fred, I'm literally a grown woman." I grumbled.

"I don't give a single fuck." he chuckled, giving me a kiss on my nose, and a quick peck on my lips.

"Good night, love."

"Good night, Freddie."

He then stood up and started going for the door.

I sat back up, looked at him confused, "where are you going?"

"To my dorm?" Said a confused fred.

"Oh, you won't stay?"

"Well, do you want me to?"

"Yes, of course I do." I grinned, while opening my arms, wide as a welcome, waiting for him to launch himself at me.

He jumped on me and started kissing my face.

"No, Freddie stop!!" he started tickling me- (and of course he knows where my ticklish spot is) "Fredrick Gideon Weasley, you better stop now." I demanded in a not so stern voice, still gigling like a school girl talking about her crush.

He stopped, we're both breathing heavily, looking into each other's eyes, he leaned in and our lips met in a sweet kiss.

"Can you baby me?" He mumbled, his lips still on mine.

"Yes, I can... Is that even a question?" I whisper shouted when we broke apart.

"C'mere." Patting the space beside me, he laid and instantly starts nuzzling his face on my neck.

"are you okay right there?"

He softly kissed my neck, mumbling a small 'yes' while nodding.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

He squeezed my waist "Are you tired of me yet?" He asked, In a muffled voice, his face still on my neck.

"I'm not, and will never be... Where did that question come from?"

"Nothing, I just need your daily reassurance, you didn't give me one today." He whispered, taking his head off of my neck.

"I'm sorry I was so focused on that bloody essay." I sighed.

"I'm sorry I forgot to give my baby his reassurance today." Giving him a peck on his lips, kissing him all over his face.

Whispering 'I love you' after each of it.

And finally a slow soft lingering kiss on his lips.

"I love you Freddie." I said, brushing his hair away from his face.

Resting my forehead against his, "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you so much, love." He whispered back, resting his head on my chest.

I started rubbing his back and play with his hair until he was sleeping soundly on my chest.

A few moments after that my sleepiness took over me and I finally drifted to sleep.

a/n: Anon requested this yesterday which my request were CLOSED, but I was in the mood for Fred so... AND I JUST HIT 111 FOLLOWERS THANK YOU VERY MUCH EVERYONE!!!

ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ!!

[foreverloops]

𝘊𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘦𝘹

Ricky hobbs x Reader

Movie: An American Crime

Warnings: Smut..., sub! Ricky (fun fact: My cousun got a girl pregnant and named it Ricky), dom!f! Reader, mommy kink, pet names (baby, pretty boy), tittie sucking, hairpulling, and thats about it.

Friday. Gosh, you hated them. All because of your dad. He was very abusive with your mom, and treated you like shit. You never understood why he was like this with you guys, but it is what it is.

So, there were you, smoking outside the school.

"Hey, Yn" Says Paula

"Hey, Paula" Says Yn, blankly

"Arent you suppoused to be at home?" Says Paula

"Dad came home, I aint going thru that hell hole" says Yn, blowing the smoke out of her mouth

"Well, you know you can go to my house whenever you want, right?" Says Paula, putting a hand on her shoulder

"Thanks, but im going to stay here for a while" Says Yn

"Ok, see ya" Says Paula leaving

Paula then left you alone. You kept minding your buissness, until he came out of the building. Ricky Hobbs. You think hes cute, and a nice gentelman. Hes glasses make him look cuter than he already is. Hes perfect.

"Ricky?" Says Yn

"Ah! You scared me" Says Ricky

"What are you doing at 5:37 in the school bulding?" Says Ricky, sitting down on the bus stop

So you went and sat down next to him. His mom was sick, and his dad was always working. He was lonely. Maybe you could change that.

"Well, im gonna head home" Says Ricky, standing up

"Can I go with you?" Says Yn, blowing the cigarett out of her mouth

"Sure" Says Ricky, nervous

His house was pretty close, so it wasnt a problem. Soon, you guys arrived at his house, you sat on the couch, while Ricky was on the kitchen... doing stuff.

"You good?" Says Yn

"Come up stairs with me" Says Ricky

You follow him to his room, and sit on his bed, while he sits on his chair.

"What are we doing here?" Asks Yn, looking around the room

"I dont know" Says Ricky, playing with his hands

'This guy sits like a girl' Says Yn, on her mind

"So... what do you do.. around here?" Says Yn, looking around his bedroom

"Well, I like reading... sometimes smoking, you know, boring stuff" Says Ricky, fixing his glasses

"Wait. You smoke, theres no way. Ricky, the perfect boy smokes?" Says Yn, surprised and happy

Yn then takes out her packs of cigarette, and gives one to him.

"Here" Says Yn, giving him the match

"Thanks" Says Ricky, smiling

His smile is beautiful

Ricky lits up his cigarette, put it in his mouth, and blows out the smoke. Then, he walks up and sits next to you, in the bed. You finished your cigarette, and threw it out the window.

"So, this the first time you talk to a girl" Says Yn, gigling

"Yep" Says Ricky, blowing the smoke out of his mouth

Yn, takes his cigarette, take a hit, goes close to Ricky putting her hand on his jaw, opening his mouth, and blowing the smoke in his mouth.

Ricky was blushing. Hard. He never thought a girl would do this to him, or vice versa.

"Never done that before?" Says Yn, giving him the cigarette back

"No. I havent even had a girl with me before" Says Ricky, giggling

"Well, I got to admit. You are very cute, nice, adorable, sweet to the elder. A nice young man." Says Yn, making him, yet, again, blush

"Well, You are very attractive too, and I always saw you, and think to myself 'Ill never have a chance with that girl'" Says Ricky, laying on his back, in the bed

Yn, sits on his lap, and leans down to kiss him. Soon, to be turned in a make out session. Ricky puts his hands on your waist, making you moan.

As futher as it goes, you starts unbotton your blouse, leaving Ricky to stare at your chest.

"You wanna do this?" Asks Yn

"Yes, please, I beg" Says Ricky

You stood up and took your skirt off, while Ricky just went to lay on the pillows. Once your skirt was off you went to straddle Ricky, leaving him with his eyes wide, and blushing.

"You want to take em off?" Says Yn, reffering to her bra

"Ok" Says Ricky, nervous

Rickys, warm hands goes to your back, and unclasp your bra, leaving your breast free from there comfort. Rickys hands flew to your breast, playing with them. Who knew he'd be here playing with your tits, and finding comfort in them. Sudenly, Yn feels Ricky hard thru his pants, and started grinding on his bulge.

"Can I, please?" Asks Ricky

You knew what he was reffering to. He wanted to suck them titties, until he creamed his pants.

"Please what, baby" Says Yn

"Please, 𝘔𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺" Says Ricky, desperate

"Go on, baby. Suck 'em" Says Yn, giving the poor boy permission

Rickys lips flew to your left nipple, he was in heaven (uve never been to heaven have u?)His hands started playing with the right one, you couldnt help but moan at the pleasure this boy was giving you, it wasnt much but it was something.

"I want to eat you, mommy" Says Ricky, fliping you both over

"Go ahed, pretty boy. Im all yours" Says Yn

Ricky took off your panties, throwing them somewhere in his place. He got hesitant at first, but then he didnt reggret anything. His tounge. His tounge was lapping at your clit, at a fast pace. Then, an idea popped in Rickys head, he pushed two fingers inside you, his actions made you moan so loud that you think all the neighbors heard it. Soon enough, you were squirting all over his face. Ricky didnt knew what to do, but just accept that he is lossing his virginity. Tonight.

"That was... hot" Says Ricky, panting

"Your turn, baby" Says Yn

Ricky goes and lays on the pillows, while you start unbottoning his shirt. Then, when Yn finished unbottoning his shirt, she started running her hands on his torso. Then, started un-doing his pants, and pulling of his underwear. And, for your surprise, hes big. Big.

"Mommy, please" Whines Ricky

"Hold on, baby" Says Yn, positioning herself on his cock

Soon, Yn started going up and down, Ricky couldnt help but stare at your tits. You leaned down and started kissing his neck, leaving purple hickeys all over.

"Momma, im- im cumming" Says Ricky, fixing his glasses

"Hold on, pretty boy" Says Yn

"Ok" Says Ricky

The pleasure was so much that Rickys eyes were rolling to the back of his head.

"Ok, baby, go on, cum for me, ok" Says Yn

"MmM" Moans Ricky

Yn cum first with Ricky following her. Then, Yn collapesed besides Ricky, on the bed.

"That. Was. Amazing." Says Ricky, breathing hevy

"Im happy you liked it, baby" Says Yn, running her hands thru his hair

"Want a cigarette?" Says Ricky, getting his pack

"Sure" Says Yn

Ricky hands Yn the cigarette, and lits it up. They both get dressed, and lay on his bed. Ricky lays between your thighs, with his head on your chest, while Yn runs her fingers thru his hair.

And before Yn knew it, Ricky fell into a deep sleep. And Yn, left her worries behind.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

[pizzee]

I WANNA TALK ABOUT ISSUE#15 OK? OK.

So. What an issue, huh? Absolutely stunning, and while I wish we got some Jake and Steven interacting with the Midnight Mission, I do adore this issue and it was an incredible follow up to the last issue. The art, the writing, the color choice's, the Steven, THE JAKE!!! anyway, this is an analysis so let's do it.

Marc Spector doesn’t believe that he’s enough. He never has, which is why he was initially so reluctant and terrified of giving up control (which I went a bit ham on analyzing here). He’s scared of someone else seeing him how he sees himself, as nothing more than a means to an end, and realizing once they’ve gotten what they need out of him, he won’t be useful anymore. He calls himself a “fist”, he literally says “I still have my uses” in the context of a fight. Marc doesn’t see himself as being much else outside of that violence and his mission as Khonshu’s fist.

Which directly contrasts with Steven and Jake. (YAY I GET TO TALK ABOUT THEM!!!)

Steven, who’s already got his own society he feels semi-comfortable in, can slip into that role of rich benefactor like he was born for it. The first thing he does when fronting is always always take off the mask and take care of them. Which is, so impactful. Because yes, he’d care about their appearance. He's rich, sure. But it’s more than that. He takes care of them because it’s what they deserve. They’re worth something. They’re worthy of love and affection, self care in the form of expensive hair treatments and makeovers. 

He takes off the mask (literally and metaphorically and the secret third meaning and fourth and—) and looks in the mirror and chastises Marc for not taking care of them then does exactly that because Steven Grant doesn’t see Marc or Jake of any of them as tools or means, but as people. He proves Marc wrong by just by existing.

Then we got Jake. JAKE FUCKING LOCKLEY!!! Our avuncular scoundrel’s first act when fronting is going to see his friends. Which I just. I love it. When he throws open the doors and says he’s back and is met with such love and care and enthusiasm. Which is such a magenta moment (passion and compassion and kindness and I’m not gonna get into the color theory of it all but the fact that his two colors are magenta and sooome green make me gigle🤭). But it also takes us back to the last issue where he laments losing their friends. Where Marc said he never needed them. Where Marc is obviously dead fucking wrong.

Jake’s not in his element, he’s at home. He’s with his people, and his people have him and it’s beautiful. And it’s how Jake takes care of them, by creating connections with everyone from all walks of life. Because, once again, everyone wants to be loved. So he goes out and makes jokes and earns trust and makes promises and gives and gets love and lives. He shows he — and by default the system — aren’t incapable of giving or receiving affection. He proves Marc wrong just by living.

And now. We got the biggun. Marc. 

We’ve already established Marc’s issues with constantly needing to be in control stemming from his fear of being cast aside or deemed unlovable, said issues causing a lot of the problems in his life. What I love about this issue is that it works on dismantling those thoughts, one by one. If Steven and Jake prove Marc wrong, the rest of the Midnight Mission enforce those ideas by hammering them home with a comically oversized hammer. Soldier does what Soldier does: be the chillest fucking guy around. Badr obviously has his own Khonshu/religious tinted lense of looking at it but that doesn’t make him any less understanding. He just thinks Marc is a fucking idiot (and he’s not wrong!).

Then. Then. Reese. Reese who comes in, shatters every single insecurity and fear and preconceived notion Marc has about himself. Reese who doesn’t know about his past and doesn’t care because she sees what he’s trying to do now, the good he’s trying to do and is doing, and admires that. Reese who doesn’t push when that’s clearly what Marc is expecting her to do (because that’s probably what everyone has done, always done. Ask probing, invasive questions that he forces himself to answer and now he’s so used to them he’s constantly shocked when people don’t ask. He’s shocked when people care. He’s shocked when he finds himself caring.).

Reese. Who says…

…which is probably the first time anyone has said that to him. It’s probably the first time anyone has cared enough to even think it. The very thing Jake and Steven have been proving to him all issue, the thing Reese says so naturally and casually. It’s not a grand revelation from her, it’s not something she has to think about. Marc is enough and she knows it, Jake and Steven know it, the rest of the Midnight Mission and the community know it. The only who doesn’t, or didn’t, was Marc. And now. And now.

He does. And Reese and Steven and Jake will be damned if he forgets that anytime soon. 

(AND VERY BRIEFLY I WANNA TALK AB THE COLORS!!! Ok so I’m absolutely in love with the colors Rosenberg chose. They vary a lot between pages but my color associations are: Steven gold, Jake magenta, Marc blue. There are a lot of pages where the characters swap colors or have different ones but I’m going to stick with these associations because they make sense to me.

Steven gold is probably the most clear cut one. Gold is a warm color, symbolizing wealth and generosity. Divinity and power. Steven is rich (or was) so there’s the wealth, I’d say the generosity comes from how he takes care of the body, mostly physically. There aren’t many pages where Steven appears in, but the one in the barber or whatever is where I’m drawing most of these thoughts from. Marc is also depicted with a lot of gold, particularly when he’s speaking to Dr. Sterman especially when he’s giving long ass melodramatic monologues. Which I find interesting, as those extended metaphors and speeches seem like his way of establishing control, or power, in a conversation which is generally supposed to end up with deep self evaluation and a certain amount of vulnerability that comes with giving up some of that control (he is talking to his therapist, after all, even if she doesn’t do a very good job of it but— that’s a story for another day)

Jake magenta is a very clearly shown visual. Magenta is another warm color, symbolizing passion and compassion, kindness and love. Jake is the Just Some Guy of the three, probably the most affable and easygoing, so magenta makes sense thematically for him as well. What’s also cool is that magenta is the primary, dominating color in a lot of his pages where he’s surrounded by people he cares about (I’m thinking of the last issue in his headspace emotional support strip club where all the dancers looked like Marlene and this issue at the bar with his friends). Almost as if he’s overflowing with love and care for others. 

Both Jake and Steven appear in several pages where the primary color is green, which symbolizes growth, renewal, rebirth. This is the only cool color they’re depicted in, which is also interesting because Marc is almost exclusively shown in panels with cool colors (minus the gold ones I mentioned earlier). Marc also appears in pages with greens, particularly those where he talks to Soldier and Badr, symbolizing his growth of being able and willing to open up to them. 

Finally, Marc blue has been a dominant color for basically this entire run. Blue is a cool color that symbolizes a lot, but I’ll stick with sadness, peace, security and freedom. Sadness is pretty obvious, but the other three are aspirational for him. And I think this is most clearly shown by the fact that the only exclusively blue Marc pages are the last two with Reese. Her understanding and words help take him one step closer to those things he’s always wanted, that love and understanding. And I think her wearing a YELLOW shirt also shows the positive influence and power her words have on him. Plus, it’s a good contrast against the background and his suit ;)

Last last thing I wanna mention about colors because wow this got out hand is the page where Marc takes off the mustache (NOOOOO) and introduces himself. It has all the colors I mentioned in a gradient, which imo symbolizes how he’s finally starting to work with Steven and Jake as a system, a team, and how they’re all separate parts but also parts of a whole. Also harkens back to earlier, when Marc mentioned he hasn’t asked Jake and Steven’s opinion. They aren’t perfect, there’s still some work to be done on communication, but they’re getting there and that’s what matters. It’s a great visual, and he even gets his emo anime boy hair back so win there, I guess😐)

[xmalfoyweasleyx]

No future with a boy like this - F.W

Summary: Fred disappoints you more than once, giving you no other choice, you had to let him go.

Warnings: ANGSTY, cursing, implied sex very briefly, FLUFF AT THE END

A/N: my firsts time writing angst and I really don’t know if i was overdramatic or not enough dramatic lol please give feedback

April- 1996 - Hogwarts

Y/n was waiting on the tribune next to the quidditch field. It was already getting darker now. An orange glow spreading over the field. The sun was going down already. She was sitting there for two hours now.

She promised herself she would stop waiting after an hour but here she was, still hoping he would show up.

It was her birthday, it was her fucking birthday. And this wasn't the first time. It started with little dates, he forgot them sometimes but y/n didn't mind, he made it up every time.

He hurt her by forgetting those things all the time. But it was Fred Weasley after all. You knew this was coming when he became your boyfriend. You even got used to it. He was always busy. That's just how Fred is.

And here she was again. Trying to not let the tears of disappointment fall down on her cheeks. She felt miserable and decided to finally call it a night, going back to her dorm. She was exhausted.

Walking down the corridors, she saw Fred. He was just sitting there, laughing with George. That's when it was clear, he wasn't even late, he just forgot.

He saw her and smiled, walking her way, but she turned on her heals immediately. "Y/n!" he screamed confused. He followed her and his long legs made it easy to catch up.

She didn't answer, finding it much harder to hold back her tears now. "Y/n? Hey? What's wrong?" he asked.

Y/n stopped abruptly. "You really don't know?" she hissed.

A confused look formed on his face. "What do you mean"? he stammered. A tear fell down her cheek and his face was full of guilt now, without even knowing what he did.

"You forgot", you snapped, "again!"

He was thinking for one minute. It really took him one minute. What was wrong with that boy?!

Suddenly a wave of realization hit him. "Fuck." he squealed.

Y/n didn't need this shit right now, and ran away before he could say something. Making him run after her. "NO y/n wait! I'm so sorry, I won't forget next time, I promise, I'm so sorry" he begged while grabbing her arm, pulling her closer to him.

"You say that every time Fred" she sighed, another tear fell down.

It broke Fred's heart. It really did. He didn't mean to forget this things, he didn't want to hurt you. His mind was just so full all the time. So many things were going on in those brains of his.

"I mean it, I'm sorry, I love you y/n" he assured.

And she fell for it, like she always did. It happened every time. Fred said things that made her melt, and she forgave him. It was nothing new. Because how could she not? The sweet boy didn't mean to hurt her, she knew that, everyone knew that.

But still, her friends warned her. There was no future with a boy like this. It couldn't stay like this. So she swore to herself this was the last time. She made that clear to Fred too.

Because what if he's the love of her life? Her future? This was her last year after all, y/n’s future was right in front of her. What if Fred was her future? You both couldn't give that up.

May- 1996 - Hogwarts

Everything was alright.

They were okay.

And Fred hasn’t been late for a whole month, sounds like nothing special but to him and her it was.

This weekend y/n was going home, and not just home, but with Fred.

After a year it was time for him to meet her parents. Fred claimed he was the perfect son in law, so he didn’t hesitate to agree. Y/n was nervous and excited at the same time.

Ready in her dorm, with a portkey, she had her favourite sundress on. She was waiting for Fred but he didn’t show up. Okay it was only 15 minutes now, but with their little history it made her nervous. She was absolutely sure Fred wouldn’t forget this. He can’t forget this.

20 minutes later she was still waiting.

No. This couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t be.

And then, she found a note under her potionsbook. After reading only one word, she was already furious, a growing heat filling her cheeks.

Dear y/n, love

I remembered. I swear. But I just won’t make it. I’m not feeling okay and I think I might have a fever or something. I don’t want to make you or your parents sick, so I’m staying in my dorm.

I love you, kisses Fred x

She didn’t really know what to think. She was so disappointed, again.

But she could’t blame her boyfriend for feeling sick. Although she had her doubts, what if this wasn’t true, maybe he lied because he did forget it?

No, no, she had to trust him. Fred wouldn’t lie to her. So she grabbed the portkey and went to visit her parents.

Alone.

-

When she traveled back to Hogwarts it was late already, past midnight. Y/n hoped Umbridge wouldn’t catch her.

The corridors were empty, completely silent. This was not unusual. Most of the students were already asleep this late on a Sunday.

Unexpectedly, she heard gigles and laughs coming from around the corner. Did it come from the library? It couldn’t be. Not at almost 1 am.

She went closer to listen. Y/n placed her ear on the door. Was it... Was it...? No. No.

Did she hear Fred’s voice?

She really hoped she was just imagining this. Maybe she should trust Fred more.

But just checking won’t hurt right?

So she tried to open the door. It was locked.

“Alohamora” she whispered.

What she saw broke her heart into a million pieces.

Angelina sat on a table, with Fred extremely close to her, giggling. George and Lee were there too.

She couldn’t believe her own eyes. Looking silently in Fred’s shocked ones.

“Fuck” he sighed. “Y/n-“ he tried.

But she cut him off before he could say anything. “No, I don’t wanna hear another silly explanation from you, it’s enough, I don’t want to see you ever again” she screamed with tears in her eyes, making her vision blurry.

Y/n ran away, faster than ever so Fred couldn’t catch up this time.

“Stop!! Stop!” she heard him scream behind her.

She ran and ran, not even knowing were to.

“Let me explain” another scream followed.

That’s when she ended up in a corridor she didn’t know. A dead end. Ofcourse.

She gave up and stopped. Fred ended in front of her, breathing loudly, trying to catch his breath.

“Baby I-“ he tried

“Don’t call me baby, this is over” y/n cut him off.

Fred was speachless, for the first time in history. He didn’t realise this truly happened. He knew what he did wasn’t okay, but he never expected her to actually broke up with him. It just didn’t occur in his mind this was a possibility.

“But.. but...” he stuttered. “I swear, I can explain, what you’ve just seen, it wasn’t what you think it is. I’ve told you about the shoppe George and I want to open, right? It’s actually going to happen. We’re leaving hogwarts. That’s what we were doing, we were planning things. Tomorrow we’re going to blow up Umbridge, no not literally blow up, but with lots of firework! And then we’re going to open the shoppe together. It’s my dream y/n!” he rambled excited.

Y/n sighed. Understanding why he did this, but it didn’t change a thing.

“That actually makes things worse Fred. I’m happy your dream will come true. But you’re leaving and I’m finishing my year. When are you going to have time for me if you run a shop? You didn’t even have time for me now.” she cried.

Both of them were crying now. Knowing the break up was really going to happen. Fred wanted to keep fighting. But he knew she might be right.

A little sob left his mouth, something he never did before. She was right. He truly loved her but he couldn’t give her the happy future she deserved. He wasn’t right for her, he didn’t treat her the way she should’ve been treated. And the idea broke him. And that’s when she walked away.

They didn’t see each other again afterwards.

The next day, y/n laid in her bed when she heard fireworks, knowing what happened. She couldn’t go outside and watch...

Happy screams and laughs filled the castle. And that’s when she realised Fred and George were gone now. It was reality now. They won’t come back. Although a little part of her hoped they would stay. A little part of her thought Fred would come to her, begging her to stay with him. But she guessed he just didn’t love her enough.

After all the times Fred broke her heart, she was kind off used to it. But those heartbreaks couldn’t ever overcome this one.

August - 1996 - Diagon Alley

The summer was almost over, y/n graduated two months ago. The heartbreak still hurted but she was better now. She still didn’t know what to do now that she’s graduated.

Hermione decided you two had to go shopping. “It’ll make you happier” she stated like it was an actual fact. Y/n couldn’t say no of course.

Y/n’s breath hitched. A big clone of Fred’s face right in front of her (or George). This had to be their joke shoppe. God, it was more impressive than she expected. Guess you should never underestimate the twins.

“Let’s go inside y/n!” Hermione announced excited, grabbing her arm trying to puch her inside.

“Oh no no no no no, I don’t think that’s a great idea” she hesitated.

“Don’t worry, it’s so busy, Fred won’t see you” she promised her. Y/n sighed. She really didn’t want to go inside. She’d love to see the shoppe, but seeing Fred...

Whatever, it was true. It was so busy so Fred won’t ever notice her.

They entered, y/n was surprised, it was wonderful. Fred and George must have worked so hard to get to this point. God, she loved the place.

It brought back memories. All those joke products, most of them were used on her, she remembered. Fred thought it was hilarious to prank her literally all the time, being proud because it was something he invented himself. She couldn’t be mad about it, it made him so happy.

The place even smelled like him.

Y/n took a deep breath trying to gather all of the smell, in hope it would stay in her nose, so she could remember it back home.

She closed her eyes and imagined how it could be, if they didn’t broke up. How she would probably come here everyday to say hi, how she would watch Fred all day doing his job.

And then... she saw him. In his uniform, he stood there proudly on the stairs above her. Smiling happily, seeing all those laughing people because if his work.

He was happy. Fred missed y/n but he was happy. He thought a lot of all the things he did wrong. Although he didn’t really have time to worry.

Y/n sighed, it’s been months. Her heart was glowing inside her chest. She didn’t even feel sad any more. This was what her boyfriend always dreamt of. Her ex-boyfriend.

She turned around deciding it was not smart to look at the beautiful boy, the boy who still made her knees go weak.

Fred’s smell was more vibrant than before now. Almost like he was right in front of me.

Ow, love potions, of course.

Of course she still smelled Fred in it.

“I smell honey, flowers and vanilla soap” she heard a familiar voice whispering in her ear, almost making her jump.

“F-fred, hey” she stuttered, in shock by the fact he’s standing right in front of her.

“You look great, changed your hair” he smiled. It was true, y/n cut her hair a little shorter and decided to give it a lighter colour for the summer. The typical breakup haircut.

“Fred do you want to... talk... please?” she asked, knowing it wasn’t a great idea. She wanted to just run away after she realized what she said.

“We could go upstairs, talk in my appartment”

October- 1996 - Diagon Alley

“Come on darling, George opened up already!” Fred screamed running through his kitchen while jumping, trying to get his pants on. He grabbed an apple as breakfast.

Y/n ran to the kitchen too. “I thought you changed the being late thing” y/n joked, yes they joked about it now.

“You were the one holding me up this time” he smiled adding a wink. “You just can’t resist me in the bedroom” y/n answered daring.

She grabbed him by his collar, pressing a kiss on his lips. “I have no choice with the sexiest girlfriend in the word” Fred grinned, pressing kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

“Baby, you’re wearing your uniform backwards” he laughed.

Y/n worked at the shoppe now too.

When she asked Fred to talk, they actually talked for hours. They talked about what went wrong in their relationship, about what they had been doing in those months they broke up, talked about how they still had feelings,...

And after two hours they made up. Both being happier than ever, deciding they learned from their break up.

Fred asked her to come live in his apartment and work in their shop too. Y/n didn’t hesitate for a moment. She designed their boxes or packages and talked to costumers. But most of all she distracted Fred by rolling her uniforme skirt up and bowing down to ‘grab’ something. Sometimes he took her back to the appartment because he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Y/n now knew, the breakup was necessary. You both learned. And now you’re happier than ever.

Because after all, Fred was your future.

***

[doyumacy]

ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ - 3

ʏᴜᴛᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʟᴇᴇ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ, ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx) ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4k

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ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ ɪ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ.

“come on, y/n. it will be so much fun!”

you look at jaehyun. of course jaehyun wants to do this. underground parties are his type of scene.

hollywood hills always throw the best underground and illegal parties throughout los angeles. no one really knows who’s behind them, but it’s probably the mafia leaders so they can sell their best drugs and make tons of money.

“okay,” you say.

it’s a full-on club experience. a d.j is at one end of the room on a raised platform and on your left a makeshift bar is set up where bartenders hand out drinks. the neon lights are everywhere and the colors change to a different each second. the space has four corridors that branch off from each corner of the room and you notice couples disappearing down them, hands grasping and lips locking on to any inch of bare skin.

“here’s the winner,” a tall man with pushed black hair back approaches you. “glad you made it.”

“we wouldn’t have missed it,” you say.

“well, enjoy the party,” he smiles. “everything you need just ask for it.”

you nod. “thanks.”

jaehyun comes back holding two drinks. he didn't get to see the man’s face. “who was that?”

“no idea. i guess he’s the host,” you take the red cup jaehyun hands you.

“johnny and taeyong are on their way,” he checks his phone.

“cool,” you reply. “i’m gonna go to the restroom. can you watch my drink?”

“sure.”

you hand him your red cup and make your way to the crowded room, looking for the restroom. you finally find it and after you’re done with your needs, you wash your hands and exit the bathroom.

someone grabs your arm and takes you to one of the rooms. you’re pushed against the door once it is shut down and you recognize mark through the purple neon lights. you smile sideways, resting your head against the door. “you’re so obsessed with me, mark.”

his hands go down to your hips and push you even more against the door. “i want my shirt back.”

you pout. “i’m not wearing it now.”

“but your man is,” he stares at your lips. “wondering what he’s gonna do when he finds out the shirt he’s wearing belongs to the man who ate his girl nights ago.” he tilts his head.

you scoff. “i wonder what your red haired will think about his boyfriend getting his dick sucked in the middle of the street?”

he frowns. “yves? she ain’t my girl.”

“jaehyun ain’t my man either, dumbass,” you push him away.

“this makes things even better,” he locks you again, pressing his palms on the door and his arms next to your head. “i’ve been thinking of you. so much.”

you smirk playfully. “i got that effect.”

he rests a knee between your thighs. “i want to fuck your mouth again.”

you slightly moan and lock the door behind you. “we can do something about it,” you say, your hands traveling to his belt, undoing it.

mark smiles looking at you and cups your jaw, making you look at him. his lips reach yours and he nips at your lower lip, never ending the eye contact with you. it’s so hot. you kiss him and he tries to pull away, you grab his shirt with your fist and then, you encircle your arms around his neck and kiss him more. you hear nothing but the loud music outside.

you take off his shit, not leaving his lips.

careful not to bump on anything, he walks backwards, his arms wrapping your waist and once he reaches the bed, he turns and pushes you on it. he hovers on top of you and pulls away from the kiss. “i can fuck your mouth other day, right now i want to be inside of you.”

his hands find the hem of your shirt and take it off. he gently kisses your shoulders down to your clothed breast. he helps you to get off your bralette and he throws it somewhere in the lilac room and goes back to your breast, licking and kneading it.

with kisses trails all over your body, mark kissing your hard nipples making them even harder. “i like your nipples,” he whispers in between biting and licking your breast. all you can do is moan and run your fingers through his soft black hair.

you feel him coming down slowly between your legs, leaving soft kisses on your abdomen and playing with your black lacy panties. teasing your clothed entrance. he removes the underwear slowly leaving you fully naked under him.

“on the scale of 1-10, how drunk or high are you?” he asks and waits for you to answer.

“0,” you answer. “fuck me senseless now.”

he lets out a small giggle. he looks straight at you in the eye while his fingers make you feel good.

he spreads your legs even wider and plays with your slit more before he removes his pants. you notice his calvin klein underwear and bite your lip. mark is so hot.

“y/n, you’re staring,” he snaps out of you.

you gasp as you remember your legs are wide open in front of him, trying to close them but he stops you. “nothing i hadn’t seen before.” he grabs your legs and drags you down, leaving your legs dangling on the side of the bed. he’s between your opened legs, you come close to him. mark makes you touch his body. you look into his eyes when your hand makes its way to his growing crotch. he’s hard.

you kiss his abdomen playing with his black calvin klein underwear before removing it. his dick sptungs free and you lick it for the meantime leaving mark weak. you feel him trembling already but he takes your shoulders, pushing you away. “not tonight, gorgeous.”

you groan and he pushes you back to the bed, he kisses your neck and hands all over your body. kissing your lips again wilder than ever, he bites your nipples making you moan with a soft “ouch.”

you can feel his cock hard again poking your thigh, you hum stroking and teasing it again. “can’t get enough of my cock, baby?” he whispers, leaving wet kisses on your neck.

“mark,” you whine. “please.”

“please what, princess,” he kisses your abdomen.

“fuck me,” you beg.

he smiles and his hand goes between your bodies and you feel him stroke his cock, teasing your entrance. “oh wait,” you stop for a second. “condom?”

he groans and puts his forehead on your chest. “i don’t have one.”

you sigh. “i’m clean. are you clean?”

“yeah,” he looks at you.

“okay. continue.”

you bite his lip following by kissing it with your tongue. checking your slit, he lines his cock to your pussy and slams right in without any waning.

“ah, fuck,” you scream, scratching his back.

he groans. “why are you so fucking tight?”

fucking you slowly, mark kisses your neck. you moan. “do you want me to spread my legs more?” and all he does is kiss you more hungrily  as a form of answer.

his right hand is on your left thigh, making you spread even wider and stopping your legs from closing at the same time. his other hand is all over your body like it has a life on its own, making you suck his thumb and puts it on your clit.

your hands are encircled around his neck, making him focus on you. looking him in the eye while he thrusts hard and deep and your boobs bouncing up and down beneath him.

searching for more feeling, you make him suck your right thumb while looking into your eyes, he gave you a wink and suddenly you feel your lower abdomen tighten, your eyes roll back and your body arches. he gigles and he pulls out. when you’re about to protest, he grabs your hips and roll you on your stomach. “ass up, baby.”

you do as he asks and bury your head on the sheets. he enters you again, this time balls deep and you moan loudly. “fuck, mark.”

“shit, you feel so nice,” he clenches his jaw, accelerating his pace.

he pounds you deep, your skin's clapping and your moans. he groans and takes your hair in a fist. “i’m close,” he says.

“shit, so am i,” you whine, gripping at the sheets.

mark fucks you now through your orgasm, not letting go and his thrust get harder and sharper.

“mark!” you moan his name.

he turns you around again, leaving you on your back and spreads your legs even wider. wanting to see his face, you rank your fingers to his hair scratching his forehead accidentally.

“am i going to be alive after this?” you laugh but it turns out to be a loud moan, he’s now kissing and biting your nipples again as he picks up his pace.

you grip on his back because of the changed pace. he bites the skin of your left boob a little too hard. you grab his face and kiss him, and just a glance to his perfect fucked up face makes you cum again trembling and shivering under him, moaning his name telling him to stop, but of course he doesn’t, chasing his own orgasm and cums right after you, spilling his warm white liquid inside of you.

“oh y/n,” he moans, almost sounds like he’s about to cry.

he rests on top of you, both of you panting, trying to recover but you feel too weak.

after a minute of just hearing the music blasting outside, you get up with trembling legs collecting your clothes and putting them on again. mark looks for his underwear, and wears it again.

you turn and you notice the scratch on his face. “shit. i’m sorry, mark.”

“what? why are you apologising?” he asks.

“the scratch on your forehead?” you approach him. he’s sitting on the edge of the bed.

he smiles, little do you know he enjoys rough sex. you’re still not fully dressed and mark pulls you by the hems of your panties. you groan. “what are you doing?”

“you’re so hot,” he murmurs. “wanna go again?”

you stare at him. “my friends and brother are probably looking for me.”

he hums, rubbing your thighs with his palms and looks at you. “another time then?”

“yeah,” you bite your lip.

“you know where to find me, baby,” he kisses your crotch, making you sigh.

you leave the room fixing your hair, acting as if mark didn’t rearrange your guts just minutes ago and join jaehyun, johnny and taeyong. jaehyun hands you your red cup and he sniffles. “you smell like sex.”

you turn to him. “what?”

“you smell like sex,” he repeats and has a sip of his drink. “was it good?”

you nod. “so fucking good.”

jaehyun smiles. “i’m always up for a threesome. tell your guy.”

you look at him. “i’ll think about it.”

he winks at you.

mark meets with his friends again and donghyuck frowns when he spots the scratch on his forehead. “dude, what happened?”

“huh?” he touches his forehead as if he didnt know, “i hit a door, i didn’t know i got this.”

“you’re so dumb,” jeno mocks him.

yves stares at him for a couple of seconds and notices something the other two guys didn't: a hickey next to the mole in his neck.

“was the name of that door y/n?” yves has a sip of her drink.

mark looks at her and grins. “who i fuck is none of your business.”

jeno and donghyuck whistle, raising their eyebrows. yves grins at him back. “of course it is my business because you keep sticking your dick inside me. like last night for example.”

jeno gives them a disgusted face and donghyuck frowns. “you two keep fucking? i thought you were done.”

“we are done,” mark states. “it’s just casual sex.”

“yeah,” yves stares at him. “i thought we had a deal.”

“you made that deal,” mark cocks an eyebrow to her.

“i really hope y/n is clean, or it’s going to be so much fun seeing your dick rotting.”

“let me worry about that, beautiful,” he waves her off.

“and this is why you should not fuck your ex,” jeno mutters.

later that same night, you make sure you don’t get drunk since you’re driving back and it’s a long way. you lean against the led bar where the bartenders are and as you are about to order something to drink, a black haired man wearing a silk blue shirt and black pants stands next to you. “whiskey on the rocks for me and for the miss just a coke. thank you.”

you cock an eyebrow to him. “excuse me?”

he turns to you and smiles. “i didn’t introduce myself, did i? i’m kim doyoung.” he extends his hand.

you stare at his hand and take it, shaking it slightly. “y/n.”

“i know,” he says. “i’ve been watching you.”

“watching me?” you look at him.

“during the drift and here,” he hands you your glass with coke. “you’re fascinating. i might think i’m in love.”

you roll your eyes. “what do you want?”

“why do you think i want something?” he tilts his head.

“you tell me, doyoung.” you smile.

“smart,” he has a sip of his whiskey. “i like that.”

“so?”

“i want you to drift for me,” he offers.

you scoff. “sorry. i don’t need a sponsor.”

“i don’t want to be your sponsor, y/n,” he replies. “i want you to drift for me just one ocassion. i pay very well.”

“i don’t rob or kidnap people either,” you stare at him.

he laughs. “not that kind of job either. i just want you to drift against someone who’s been a pain in my ass.”

“and what makes you think me winning will stop from being a pain in your ass?” you tilt your head, cocking an eyebrow.

“well, we made a deal: if he loses he stops drifting and no one has been really good to beat him,” he rests an elbow on the bar. “but i bet you can.”

“who is he?” you inquire.

“no one really knows his name,” he runs his hand through his hair.”but some people call him ‘jwi.’”

you frown. “i have never heard of him.”

“how could you?” he looks at you, playfully. “you just came back.”

you smile sideways. “so you gossip, doyoung.”

“i hear things,” he smirks. “so, will you help me?”

you sigh. “yeah why not. but i want cash in advance.”

“sure thing. i’ll give you the half tomorrow and the rest when he’s out,” he smiles at you. “do we have a deal?”

doyoung extends his hand.

“それをしないでください。 あなたはこれより賢いです。” (sore o shinaide kudasai. Anata wa kore yori kashikoidesu) (don’t do it. you’re smarter than this) yuta whispers from the second floor, staring at you having a conversation with doyoung.

you stare at doyoung and then at his hand. “deal.” you shake his hand.

“くそ” (kuso) (fuck) yuta groans.

“i’ll see you tomorrow then,” doyoung finishes his drink. “enjoy the rest of the party, y/n.”

doyoung walks away and you sigh. you return to where johnny, taeyong and jaehyun are and you regret the decision immediately. your brother almost sucking someone’s life and taeyong and jaehyun dancing with two busty blondes.

jaehyun winks at you and you laugh shaking your head. you approach him and speak to his ear. “i’m gonna go home.”

“i’m going with you,” he replies loudly.

you shake your head in disagreement. “you stay and enjoy the party. make sure taeyong doesn’t get high.”

he nods and kisses your cheek. “call me when you get home.”

you leave the party and walk to your car. as you’re about to get the freeway, you stop at a red light and a black car lines next to you. you can’t see who’s inside since the windows are too dark, then you hear some music coming out from the car and you recognise the song.

it’s 千客万来 (senkyakubanrai) by miyavi and daoko.

yuta loved that song. it was one of his favourite songs.

you frown. is someone messing with you? it’s cruel.

the light changes to green and the car speeds up, leaving you behind. now you’re mad. you speed up as well.

coming at speed behind it. luckily, the freeway is somehow empty. you follow closely behind another car, similar to the one yuta had when you met him.

yuta tries to keep his eyes on the road, but he keeps glancing at the rearview mirror. he grins. he should’ve known you’re too good at driving. and he knows he should feel worried, but he’s actually enjoying it.

he misses you so much and it feels like the old times.

taking a deep breath, you can feel your leg pressing on the gas pedal automatically.  you speed through the freeway making a turn to an emptier road.

you see the car changing lines until he exits the freeway and you're going too fast you miss the exit. you curse under your breath. "fuck."

whoever is behind the sick joke you hoped they get what they deserve for doing such a thing.

(...)

“not gonna lie, i’m looking forward to the day you sit on my face,” you hear mark behind you.

you are bent over against a car, the hood open. wearing denim shorts.

it’s sunday and you would normally won’t work, but since you don’t have anything better to do, you think working on your car is a good idea.

you turn around, your ass cheeks now resting against the hood. you cross your arms on your chest. “you’re gross, mark.”

he smiles. “what are you working on?”

“it’s a secret,” you reply.

he hums. “fine. don’t tell me.”

“what are you doing here?”

“i actually came to see your brother,” he answers. “but i think he’s still asleep. he won’t pick up the phone.”

you nod. “he came home pretty late last night.”

“and you?” he walks to you and wraps his arms around your waist. “i saw you leaving and you didn’t say goodbye.”

you roll your eyes, placing your palms on his arms. “you were busy with your friend.”

“yves,” he smirks at you. “are you jealous, y/n?”

you scoff, pushing him away. “i am certainly not. just don't be so shameless and don't flirt with others when you've just fucked me.”

“did i hurt your feelings?” he pouts, mockingly. the same you did when you met him.

you squint your eyes at him. “whatever. it’s not like it’s happening again.”

he frowns. “why not? you clearly had a great time.”

“i did,” you admit. “but you’re doing business or whatever with my brother and the last thing i want is things to turn awkward.”

“and they won’t because we’re both adults,” he wraps his arms around your waist again, this time pulling you closer. “i can fuck you and still doing business with your brother. and of course, racing against you.”

“please give up, you will never beat me,” you cock an eyebrow to him.

“don't count your chickens yet, gorgeous,” he rubs your bottom lip and looks at you. “you still haven’t seen my best movements.”

you smirk. “you're all bark and no bite.”

he groans. “get in the car.”

“no. i’m busy.”

“y/n…” he warns.

“mark…” you imitate his tone.

he sighs heavily. “wait till i’m done with johnny. “

“i’ll be in my bedroom. maybe the door’s unlocked,” you wink at him.

mark pulls his lips away, towering over you with glinting eyes as he raises an eyebrow. “what was that?”

he doesn’t remove his fingers, continuing to draw small circles on your clit as you silently squirm. you bite down on your lip, pushing out another breath.

“gotta be.. quiet..” you say, sucking in a breath as mark runs his finger down between the lips and back up again, slowly. mark chuckles softly.

“ah..” mark laughs softly, smirking. “so… this?”

he begins to tease your entryway, which makes you arch your back slightly and let out another soft gasp. mark laughs again.

“this is gonna be fun.” pressing his lips back to your skin again, he continues to tease, using all his fingers to make you wetter and wetter, trying to force a noise out of you. yet you refuse, enjoying the pleasure through muted moans, soft gasps, and occasionally a very tiny hum. mark doesn’t relent, as his lips travel further and further down your body, making sure to take his time. soon, his mouth replaces his fingers. your back starts to arch again with every movement of his tongue against you.

mark sneaked into your room when johnny had to use the bathroom and jisung locked himself in his bedroom. but unfortunately, your bedroom is between your brothers' bedroom.

each flick of his tongue against you makes you gasp slightly louder, but not loud enough to be heard outside the room. mark continues to make you squirm, laughing softly again as he pulls his lips away from you. he moves a hand up to catch your attention, and you look down at him, his lips glistening.

“still no noise?” he asks, and you shake your head, gasping again as he moves himself back into position. you snake your hands to his hair, wrapping your fingers around the strands as you arch your back again as he expertly moves. humming again, he moves his lips away, looking over at you again.

“ready?” he asks, as he lowers his sweats.

he positions himself over you, pushing your hips up, he slides inside of you slowly and, knowing that something is coming, instinctively grabs one of the pillows behind your head. handing it to you with a smile, you quickly take it and bite down hard, releasing a muffled moan. mark lets out a laugh, beginning to move inside of you now that you had something to muffle the noise. it's still not screaming, mind, but it's slightly louder than what you were doing before.

mark starts sucking on your skin again, littering kisses along your collarbone. “hmm..” he mutters against your skin, peeling himself out slowly before pushing back in quickly, making you push out another muffled moan as you arched your back slightly. “should have gone to my place instead.”

you can feel yourself getting closer to climax, as mark gripped the back of your thighs, digging his nails in softly. your muffled noises are rising in pitch, as you move the dampened pillow and his name slips through your lips in the softest whine. mark hums, slowing down in his tempo as you hold on as long as you can. then, as the climax hits, you let out a soft groan that suddenly gets quite loud.

mark lets out a laugh and presses a kiss to your forehead. he comes inside of you soon after, pulling himself out after a few seconds. he lays next to you and looks at you, smiling.

"i hate you so much," you groan, putting your palm on his face.

he giggles. "i should go now."

"you better before I slap you," you smile at him.

"you're very kinky," he says, standing up and looking for his clothes.

you give him your middle finger and he laughs. he approaches the bed and kisses your finger. "later, gorgeous."

[imnotevenhere9]

Under the stars {Fili x Reader}

Requested by: @midearthwritings​

Type: fluff

Summary: him confessing his feelings and braiding your courting braid

Word count: 730

Warnings: mentioned teasing, dragonsicknes and battle

A/n: I apologise for making you wait that long, so I hope that it will be your liking!

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You were on one of Erebor's balconies again. You made your way here often, especially in the evenings. The stars here were unusually bright, you found it really amusing as you never saw them shining so much. Maybe it was just your imagination, but it was still an incredible sight. One of the many reasons you came here was to clear out your mind before going to sleep. It was a nice way to calm down before sleeping, just looking at the stars, wondering how many unheard stories were behind them...

But the main reason was him. Fili, the heir to the throne, Thorin's nephew and your friend. Even tho you didn't really want to be just friends. Not anymore. Not ever since the journey to reclaim their, and now too yours homeland, where you, Fili and Kili grew closer, considering both of them your best friends. That was until you began to fall in love with the blonde prince. He was everything you could ever wish for. Attractive, charming, funny, caring... It was almost impossible for you to describe everything you loved him about him.

Unfortunately, Kili noticed your change of behavior towards his brother and the never ending teasing began. You always managed to somehow ignore him, glad that Fili didn't seem to notice why was Kili teasing you. Of course you wished to be with him, but it didn't seem to be proper to confess during the journey. And after reclaiming the mountain, Thorin's dragon sickness and the Battle of the Five Armies, the rebuilding of Erebor began, which meant Fili was very busy with his prince duties.

"Lost in thoughts again?" You flinched a little and turned around, seeing Fili leaning against the wall

"Yeah, sorry... How long have you been standing there?" You mumbled

"Long enough to know that you weren't paying attention at all, Y/n. What if I was about to kidnap you?" He chuckled

"Well, good thing that you weren't about to do it, right?" You giggled as he walked up closer to you, now standing few inches away from you

"I missed you, Y/n... " he mumbled

"We saw each other yesterday, didn't we?" You were a little confused, he never acted like this....

"Not like that... I miss your presence, your laugh and smile, the calming aura you give off that always makes me feel at peace everytime you're not around me... I don't wanna miss you Y/n, I want you to always be with me. I know I may sound selfish, but I've been keeping this away from you for too long and I don't think I could do it any longer. I want to lay in bed with you every night, knowing that when I wake up you'll still be there. I want to spend the rest of my life with you... " he was whispering at the end, scared that you might reject him. Dwarves only love once in their life, and he knew you were his One. He felt the pull the first time he saw you...

"Would it be selfish from me to wish the same...? I too was keeping it from you for a very long time...." he let out the breath he didn't even realize he was holding. You felt the same...

"May I braid your hair now?" you could see the excitement in his eyes, making him look even more adorable at the moment

"Of course..." You gigled and tilted your head to the side

He took a strand of your hair and slowly ran his finger through it, admiring how silky and untangled your hair was. He split it in tree smaller ones and started braiding your hair. He was gentle, tried not to pull much so it wouldn't hurt. And even if it did, you wouldn't mind. It was a courting braid after all, to show everyone around that you were his and his only... He was soon done, so he clipped the bead at the end to secure it.

"Thank you, it looks amazing." you smiled, turned around and looked up to sky

"The stars made it even more romantic, don't you think?" he asked, hugging you from behind

"They did...." you pressed your back against his chest, enjoying the warm his body gave you and thinking about how lucky you are to be his, and him being yours...

[j-bucky-barnes-anon]

*I looked up at you with shocked expression feeling like you are upset with me but when I see you smirk. I let out a sigh of relief. I smirk* i wasn't making fun of an "old man" *I put my fingers in a air quotes* I was teasing/Flirting If you will. *leans up whisper in your ear* because the guy I'm teasing is cute and like to get to know more! *I lean back looks up at you smirks moves around you and grabs the bowls of popcorn and drinks and walks into the living room gigles*

Damn *curses quietly & follows you quickly, eyes glued at your ass & I bite my lip* wanna know more about that man you're talking about! *Chuckles*

[giorno-plays-piano]

The Spider's Bride Part 5

Pairing: spider!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, forced marriage, smut, breeding.

Words: 1835.

Summary: Whoever your stepmother sold you to, he wasn’t as honorable as she claimed.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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That night was the new beginning. Despite Bucky refusing to do anything except kissing you, you spent several hours talking and getting to know each other like lovers would, finally. You ceased to be afraid of him, the only one who had truly cared about you and ready to smother you with love and constant attention. In one week you tried watching Bucky regaining his true form, and, though it wasn't easy, you didn't feel repulsed or frightened to death. He was just different. Slowly, you came to terms with it.

The more open-minded you became, the easier it was to accept the reality you lived in now. You were lucky to have Bucky's sisters always encouraging you to get to know the world around you better: you could talk to them about things you were too embarrassed to ask your betrothed, and they had never even once refused you. At one point you started going out to the town, Bucky always close to you to protect you from anything you deemed scary. Though you were an outsider, someone who didn't even belong to the same kind as them, you were treated with respect and provided with support you needed so much. You even made a few friends, two female arachnids and a couple of elderly dark elves.

Then the day of the wedding had come. By this time you got accustomed to Bucky's spider form so much that being around many of his relatives - dear Lord, since he lived alone you could never guess he had such a big family - wasn't frightening at all. More than that, you really enjoyed being carried by your beloved on his spider-like body because the fancy wedding dress heavily embroidered with pearls and silver threads made it nearly impossible to move for you. Funny, just months ago you couldn't force yourself to look at those eight long legs with claws on the ends.

"Bucky, on your right!" Before the vicious lamia attacked the two of you, you had casted a barrier, protecting Bucky from a strong snake tail ready to strike.

Snapping out of his thoughts, your husband let out a strong silver rope that wrapped itself around creature's tail while Bucky charmed the monster, making it fall to the ground with a loud thud. You exhaled loudly above his ear, rubbing his chest and clinging closer to him.

"Dear, it's not the time to space out just yet." You said, dropping a kiss to the top of his head. "I don't want the kids to worry about their careless dad getting injured."

His cheeks grew warm at the mention of your kids, beautiful boy and girl you had given him a few years ago. There was nothing else that could bring Bucky more joy than watching you and them playing in the evening, his house filled with cheerful laugh and loud voices. He had never known he could ever give someone as much love as he gave his family, but Bucky didn't know someone could love him so strongly in return either. He had never felt happier in his entire life.

He adored graceful forms you had granted your children, their bodies looking even more human than his sisters', but when he talked about that, you always interrupted him saying that he doesn't look less beautiful to you just because he has more hair and his body is darker than theirs. It was unfair, you said and kept kissing him until he melted from your touch. One day you had to give him a big lecture upon judging the others based on their looks. Bucky couldn't possibly teach his own children they were better than others purely because they looked more crab-like rather than spider-like!

He smiled at you, eyeing him with concern. You were the best mother to their kids he could ever wish for.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." He kissed the tip of your nose, making you giggle.

"Are you worrying about the children again?" You asked gently, knowing they were perfectly alright with Arabella and Miria. "Daddy?"

Oh, you loved watching him getting as red as tomato. What a little minx! You knew perfectly he got aroused when you called him that.

"Let's get out of here." He left a glowing charmed mark on the ground, showing where the lamia laid and surrounding it with a barrier. "I think we've done enough."

"If you refer to patrolling the forest, then yes." You smirked, and he felt warmth spreading in his chest as he remembered how eager you had been when he made love to you in whatever form. "You know, if not those damn creatures, I'd prefer riding on your back naked. It feels so good when I touch your lower body with my bare skin."

"Dear, I will fuck you against the tree right here if you don't stop." He growled, getting frustrated he couldn't touch you properly while you gigled in his long dark hair.

Bucky hurried further into the woods to the territory you two had already checked and cleared from any Hydra's monsters. Oh Lord, he desperately wanted to see you naked with your breasts and hips fully on display in front of him, calling him daddy when he fingered you, listening to your mewls and moans. It didn't help that you were already massaging his lower body, exactly the mound that covered his painfully hard cock.

"It's not even the mating season yet, but you're so eager." You laughed a little, and Bucky bit his lips.

"Look who's talking. I can feel you growing hot down there, little one."

You squeezed your thighs around his torso and started murming something that made him want to throw you to the ground and get on top of you immediately. Slowly stripping him of his leather jacket, you took off your own once your husband stopped, finding the right spot, and then you quickly slip off your pants.

"Come here, naughty girl." Bucky growled, helping you to come down and then lifting you up with his strong hands so you could lean to him. "You're too eager today. What happened?"

"I wanna mate, Gods, I wanna mate with you so bad." Your breath grew hotter as you felt his mound opening and his long, already leaking with precum cock touching your thigh. "Please. Today... isn't my safe day."

"Shit." He moaned, his instincts getting the better of him in an instant when you said you were ovulating. Damn it, he couldn't resist sliding inside your wet pussy, bottoming you out in one thrust. As you let out a hiss of pain and pleasure - he was damn big, and sometimes it wasn't easy to take him all - Bucky claimed your mouth with his, his grip on your body growing stronger. "You want me to knock you up again, honey? You want me to fill you with my seed? Because I fucking will."

You couldn't even answer him when Bucky rutted himself into you, drawing mewls and gasps from you as he fucked your relentlessly against the tree just as he promised, pressing the tip of his cock into your cervix. His mouth was on your neck, leaving little spots on your gentle skin, marking you his, claiming you just like the first time. Huh, you knew you needed to talk to him about having more kids when he wasn't aroused so much as your body was barely prepared for such intense session - he kept thrusting even after you cummed on top of his cock, screaming his name.

"Bucky, p-please, ah-"

"Little minx. You wanna grow heavy with my brood again, and you didn't tell me?" His dangerously low voice made your pussy throb around him, and you tried to find purchase in his shoulders, gripping them tighter. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Ahh, I'm s... s-sorry, daddy. I wanted t-to surprise you... ahh!" He inched you closer, holding your soft body against his, your lovely breasts pressing into Bucky's chest as he bottomed you out again, drawing a fucking scream from you.

Carefully sliding his hands down your body, he took you by the hips, and you crossed your legs behind his lower back, your toes curling. Your back arched of its own accord when you felt the coil starting to build up in your belly again, and you moaned louder, throwing your head back. The next second Bucky attached his lips to your neck, groaning at how tightly your walls were clenching him. The thought of you getting pregnant again made him burn with desire to fill you up to the brim.

"I'm gonna mate you till I'm sure I knocked you up." He whispered hotly in your ear, rolling his hips the way it made you see stars.

You were screaming his name as he picked up the pace, practucally pushing you into the tree, leaving a pair of scratches on your back, but you didn't care. The only one on your mind was the man who kissed and sucked and bit down on your skin, fucking you until you nearly passed out. As you squeezed him tighter, cumming again, you felt him finally stilling and releasing his hot sticky seed into your unprotected womb.

"I love you." He exhaled, his eyelashes trembling as he kissed you, grasping your ass as he filled you to the brim with his cum.

"I love you too." You muttered, touching his face with your lips. Mating with your lovely monster felt so fucking good.

You couldn't possibly imagine the depth of Bucky's gratitude for giving him a chance, for letting him love you, but he couldn't imagine how much you would grow to care about him either. Even after those years you two spent together, sometimes he was afraid you'd still flinch when he came to drop a kiss on your cheek or rub your back. However, the only thing you did was encouraging Bucky to continue, and then things often moved to your bedroom. The only reason why you didn't give him more children was because bearing an arachnid wasn't easy, and Bucky wanted to take care of your health, not destroy your gentle human body with constant pregnancies. But today... today you made him the happiest man in the world again.

Carefully lifting you up from his cock, Bucky took you in his arms like a bride, watching you breathing tiredly. He felt like he could explode from all the love gathered inside him.

"Oh, don't tell me I need to dress now." You pouted, and he chuckled, casting a spell - the very next second your body was fully dressed in your clothes again. Though you could feel his cum dripping out on your panties, it didn't bother you now. "You know, you have to teach me this thing if we will keep patrolling the forest."

Bucky got red when you winked at him and then laughed out loud, starting to walk back to the cave hidden deep into the woods.

THE END

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[sassyfrassboss]

I just wanna preface this with I love your blog and always value your responses.

But it makes me gigle when some royal watchers are screaming about Lilibet drama, DoC drama, Queen drama, etc. And you're like:

...Anyway, Richard the III...

😂😂

LOL I got sucked into the Richard III and literally went and bought a book tonight to brush up so I can have more knowledge! I need to be able to engage in depth in this! HAHA

I am a history nut but my more advanced knowledge lies in the royal houses of Europe from the 1800's forward. I did take English History in college so I do remember some of this time period but I am LOVING this back and forth.

I also took Islamic Civilization from the beginning to current. That was fascinating. My professor was married to an English Lord and I loved her classes on Islam so much I signed up for her British History courses, and my major was business.