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[dduane]

...Um, maybe not.

(Via Harry Turtledove on Twitter)

[icefang111]

One of my posts broke containment to Reddit so I went over to see what they had to say, and I just....

So many are complaining about lack of context?

Like ya'll broke into MY house and took a sticky note off the fridge! Of course you're going to be missing context?!

[romeoistrans1641]

Ok I’m going to vent for a second guys

Tw: transphobia and shit

So I started the coming out process as a trans man about 3 months ago or so. After coming out to my close friends, I made a quick Instagram story and posted it on my close friends story (not everyone on there was a “close friend”, just people that I generally trust and like) explaining my new name and pronouns. Everyone was super chill and accepting of it (to some varying degree) and I’m so so grateful for that. I started coming out to my band community and was surprised by how quick people picked up on my new name (it def helps that it’s pretty close to my dead name). Anyway all that to say that I AM super grateful that I do have a support system and stuff.

That being said, some people are being total asshats about it all and it’s driving me insane. I have two sisters (and two brothers but they aren’t relevant rn) and coming out to one of them was totally fine, she didn’t care and she still supported me (again, I’m grateful). However, the other one, when I told her, started encouraging me to not transition because she’s “read stories about people who’ve detransitioned” and like I understand that but also detransition rates are super low and god I would rather take the risk me wanting to detransitioning then have to stay like how I am. And then she made some comment about how I’m still growing and changing as a person and I shouldn’t transition yet because I’ll be a totally different person in another couple years. The thing is though, I won’t be? Like I’ll still be me. I definitely will change as a person and I understand that but I’ll still be me. I’m still the little 8 year old who wanted to hang out with all the guys because that’s were I felt I belonged. I’m still the 12 year old who felt out of place wearing dresses and who just wanted to wear suits. I’m still the 15 year old who instantly felt connected to trans people and realizing that I may not be a girl. I’m still all of those people and each single one of those fucking people knew that I was trans. I’ve always been this way. And I don’t deny the possibility that I may be a different gender than just “guy” but whatever I am I know that I want to transition. I know now and I’ve always known.

And then, she started referring to me as “aunt *dead name*” and using she/her pronouns towards my 1 year old nephew. That was honest to god the biggest punch in the god the entire conversation. She didn’t even try to use the name or pronouns I preferred. She didn’t even attempt to do anything to show she supported me, and it was so fucking obvious that she didn’t. It was obvious that she still saw me as her little sister that doesn’t know what I want. And it’s just so fucking awful that she can’t be supportive. I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal to her. I don’t. All I needed was someone to support me, and that’s kinda what hurts most of all. I love her and I care about her a lot and her support would’ve meant so much to me. And know, I don’t even know anymore. I still love her a lot but god I just wished she would be a supportive person. All I need is someone to call me by the name that I want and the pronouns I choose. That’s all I wanted from her. And now it feels like some part of me lost a sister.

And after that whole thing happened, she kinda casually let drop that she didn’t agree with my decision to do this (which, btw, it isn’t her fucking decision so she can shut up) but she also didn’t agree with my decision to date a woman (my now ex). Like. What? I actually thought she was supportive of me being bi all this time. I had no idea that she cared who I dated. And this is a pattern that I’ve noticed with other people too. I’ve had a few other people who I could openly talk about being bi with and they didn’t care until I told them that I was trans. Then, all of a sudden, they have an issue with me being bi as well as trans. It’s almost like queer people aren’t a big deal to them until they have to change the way they interact with other people. Maybe I’m thinking too much but that’s what it feels like to me. It feels like people are “accepting” of queer people only because it’s the socially acceptable thing to do. Because they know that if they hate on cis queer people, they’re gonna get a shit ton of push back. For trans people though, it’s a lot easier to not be supportive and still be accepted by others. Transphobia is more ok to the general population than homophobia is, so people that are both homophobic and transphobic know that they should hide their homophobia but not their transphobia. That could also very much be the community that I grew up in.

Anyway I just really needed to vent about all this. It just drives me insane. I don’t understand why people would be transphobic, it’s literally not that big of a deal. It doesn’t fucking hurt you, so why should you care? It actually doesn’t make sense to me.

[inabsentiia]

@draconisa sent: ❝  hey,  just breathe.  look at me— look at me.  in and out.  breathe with me okay?  ❞ (from Eira xo)

They were not supposed to be in there for long. It was but a shortcut, after all. But then, the rumble of stones clashing and collapsing against each other startled them both, and whatever light came from the outside, faded into dull darkness.

Dark vision aided Lucan to see regardless of it, and quickly made the fighter realized there was no longer a way out. Alarms immediately blare in the redhead's mind for a moment and there's a visible nervousness to him as he moves around in search of the way out. Long fingers trace over the stones looking for cracks, and he occasionally tries to move the stones to no avail. Until slowly, the panic he's been working hard to keep at bay takes over.

"Fuck..." The fighter mutters, his breathing become more hitched, almost as if the air suddenly wasn't enough to fill his lungs. He leans against the closest wall, soon sliding to the floor until he's sat.

A memory flashes past him and he though he tries to push it aside, it insists on taunting him. His golden eyes shut, and it isn't until she has reached out to him that he seems to remember Eira is there. When he reopens his eyes to look at the woman, they are glassy with tears and he's shaking slightly.

Suddenly, the level headed elf is much more like a scared child, paralyzed by fear.

"sorry..." He manages to let the word out in a soft quiet sob before he meets her eye. He tries to match their breathing but tears still stream down his cheeks.

" I thought I could..." He pauses in yet another attempt to steady himself "I need to get out."

[biolums]

fell asleep post dinner dreampt of a tumblr post that was like i would be happy if i had these socks and it was just like a shitty jpeg of blue socks. my dream just kind of zoomed in on the socks jpeg until all i could see was the fabric of the socks (almost wooly, but like the shittiest fabric ever) and weird music started playing and my dream started spinning and once it got really fast i heard a dog bark and i like startled awake but im for some reason im certain the dog bark wasnt irl it was in my dream. it was like probably. 2 minutes of dreaming?

[jo-com]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ ➛ Clingy

Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Summary: Charles and Alex gets so clingy it’s adorable

Genre: Short Fluff, Throuple!

Tw: not anything in particular js some grammatical error and mind u this is not profread

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Bellahadid No invites??

Yn.cult NEXT TIME I PROMISE

Bellahadid You better🤨

Alexandrasaintmleux Pretty as always ma fille

Yn.cult Stopp, you’re making me blush🤭

Charles_Lecler I think you’re pretty too!

Alexandrasaintmleux i said it first tho😐

User1 THE WAY THEY’RE FIGHTING OVER HER😭😭

User2 Nah cause i’d do the same ngl

Ex.bf Staying there too! Maybe we should hang out!

Alexandrasaintmleux yeah no.

Charles_Leclerc Agreed.

User3 he shoot his shot but got rejected twice😭😭

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User4 How can one person look cute and hot at the same time

User5 it’s called the y/n effect✨

User6 Faxx☝🏻

User7 Nah who took the first pic?🤨

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Alex pouted, her brows knitted in a frown as she stared blankly at your post; constantly refreshing it to see whether or not you replied to her comment yet.

But every time she does, she gets disappointed—not seeing your reply just makes her grow fonder of your presence.

With a deep sighed, Alex turned off her phone and buried her face in y/n’s favorite pillow. The one she uses every time they sleep, the one that has her lingering smell on it, and the one Charles and Alex coddles up whenever they miss you. Which is constantly so they fight about whoever gets it.

Alex stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind was clouded with the thoughts of you. She just misses you so much it’s killing her. Literally.

The only reason you were out was because of your job; you love modeling that’s why they couldn’t have the guts to stop you from going. But now they just wished that they stopped you.

“Ughhhhh” she sighed, dragging the h along the tone of her boredness. Her voice echoing around the empty room which caught the attention of their boyfriend.

“What’s the matter, bébé?” Charles asked, peeking his head into the doorframe.

Alex lazily dragged her head up to face charles. “Everything’s cool, i just miss her is all” she mumbled, her voice laced with sadness and longing.

Charles smiled emphatically, he knows what it’s like to miss you— he’s going through that too but he’s not taking it as hard like Alex though. He’s trying to act strong for the both of them, i mean someone has to, right?

Alex felt the couch dipped down as Charles sat besides her frame. “Should we call y/n and see what’s she’s up to?” He asked, rubbing soft circles around her back.

“No” she replied all muffled due to her head still facing down and resting on your pillow.

She wanted them to call you; to hear your sweet voice. Alex wanted nothing more than that, but then again she doesn’t want to disturb you and ruin your fun.

“Let’s just watch a movie and try to get our minds of her, yeah?” Sighing defeatedly, alex nodded her head and muttered a low ‘sure’ making Charles smile happily.

So that’s what they did, they watched a movie, and ate all the food they could find in the house until they fell asleep.

They woke up the very next day— saw your recent post and started to miss you like crazy again.

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Got bored and wanted to make this, hope you guys enjoy itt!!

[autistickfigure]

i fell asleep for some of today IM TIRED! but i dont necessarily feel 'sick' just super sleepy bored. and i probably need new glasses too BUT whatever on that one T_T

[bandgie]

what do you think is the most skz would make you do by exploiting your praise kink???

mdni 18+ | fem!reader, cockwarming, exhibitionism, more prolly

chan - super subtle remarks! what happens between you and him in the bedroom is personal and he respects you way too much to do anything humiliating. but a few 'you're the best baby' there and a 'aww who's my favorite girl?' here has never hurt nobody

minho - oh hell yeah, he's using that to his advantage. loves seeing you blush n squirm. hits you with the 'no one knows what a good girl you are for me, hm?' when he standing behind you and likes to hint at it to his members like 'she won't mind, she's a good listener'

changbin - does it by accident. he's just so used to praising you all the time that when you do something he likes, he'll rub your head or hum in your ear about how much he loves you and you just melt. if he's trying to get his way, he'll nuzzle his face into your neck and say 'wanna be good for me? do this' and how can you say no

hyunjin - he always praises you, honestly. with compliments, gestures, gifts. you always feel like a good girl with hyunjin, and he totally loves how infatuated you are with him and he you. he does it 24/7 like changbin, expect it's totally on purpose. 'my sweet angel, can you just sit on it til they leave?' and even if all his members are there you'll lift your skirt just enough with blushing cheeks.

han - little shit tbh, he likes to do it because it pisses you off. seeing you get all flustered with a scowl makes him so giddy and horny at the same time. 'don't make that face, you're a good girl, remember?' and yes you want to listen BUT you also want to slap that smile off his face in a loving way

felix - a praise kink with his deep voice? oh he is absolutely taking advantage of that. he totally acts like he does it by accident, but it's not. tracing his fingers over your legs to watch you shift in your seat, saying 'stay still and let me touch you for a little'. even if every touch makes you gush, he can't really help himself

seungmin - oh he's mean. whispering in your ear and gripping your hips. he loves how obedient you are no matter what. his friends could be over and all he has to do is pat his lap and you're happily perched on it. 'put on a show for our company, okay?' and you're getting on your knees while seungmin and his friends coo at you about how good you are <3

i.n - totally oblivious to how it affects you. he loves kissing your cheek every time you do something good and complimenting your outfits and he just smiles at your shy expression. he knows you like it, but not that much. he hits you with the 'you look so pretty, baby' and you're thinking about his fingers deep inside you for the rest of the day. he doesn't know the power he has over you yet

not profread lol

[nyxxxatnite]

Poison

Plot: it should’ve been known that just because you slept with him, doesn’t mean anything changes. And you can’t help but fall for his words every time

Pairings: asshole!Wally Clark x loner!fem!reader, alive!wally x alive!reader

warning(s): SMUTT!!!! Heavy angst at the end, reader gets used for sex, semi-public sex, p in v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), no happy end, wally bullies the reader, wally is an absolute asshole unless he’s fucking the reader, fingering, degrading, tbh this is shit, NOT PROFREAD

a/n: YALL. okay so i recently binged Hazbin Hotel and this smut is based on a song from the show called Poison. I’m obsessed with it! Anyways. Lets get TO IT!

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the sound of the bell snaps you out of your day dream, making you look up from your notepad. Students are standing and making their way out of the classroom to hurry to their next class, leaving you by yourself. As you begin to pack your things you noticed a folded piece of paper tossed between the pages of your notepad. You grab it gently and open it, immediately recognizing Wally’s sloppy handwriting.

“Meet me in the janitors closet during our free period ;)”

you roll your eyes and crumple the paper up, tossing it into the trashcan as you walk out of the already empty classroom. You wouldn’t fall for his shit this time. The last time you did your heart got torn into shreds. But at the same time…god you’ve never had an orgasm like the one he gave you. It should’ve been a one time thing, well no, it shouldn’t have happened at all. You only went to his house to help him out with homework like he had requested and one thing led to another and you were pressed face down into his mattress as he ruined your insides.

the second time it happened? Well, honestly that was your own mistake. It was after school and you wanted to find a place to smoke in peace, so you wandered to the football field. Low and behold there he was, running laps by himself. In your defense you did try and leave but he’s a football player for crying out loud. He caught up quick and stopped you, starting to tease you about your habits. And one thing turned into another and you were riding him on the bleachers with your skirt bunched at your waist.

you hated him and he hated you but fuck his dick game was too good. But you wouldn’t let it happen again, especially when you realized about a week ago you like the football player. When you fully figured it out you avoided seeing like like he was a solar eclipse. Which made him pissed off, so when he noticed you spaced out in class he thought it the best time to give you the note.

before you could even fully wander down the hallway, you were being pulled into a small space. And when the chemicals hit your nose you knew exactly where you were. You ripped your arm from the quarter backs grasp and glared up at him.

“what the fuck Wally,” you snapped and stepped back to the door. Effectively, he blocked you in and pressed himself to you, against the door. You knew if you tried to leave you’d out the both fo you, and you’d hate to have everyone mock you

“you’ve been avoiding me, asshole, what the fuck,” he sneered and leaned down to be closer. The closer he got the more his scent encapsulated your sense. Fuck he smelt so nice.

“no shit, i fuckin’ hate your guts,” you sneered back and glared up at him. The only response you got was a snicker from him.

“nah, the only guts in this equation are yours while i’m fucking ruining them,” he whispered and gently placed his lips to your neck. You shiver and try to flinch away but his hand in your hair stops you from moving. You try to free your poor hair from his grasp but he grips harder and glares down at you.

“admit it, you love when i dick you down. You’re a fucking whore who loves to get pushed around by the star football player. Which isn’t a surprise, seeing how much of a freak you are.”

you should’ve been upset by his words but all you felt was arousal, that familiar hear between your legs. Why was this turning you on so much? Without too much thought behind it, you swung your arm back a bit and up. With a loud smack, your hand lands on his cheek, a harsh slap erupted in the small space. His face turned to the side from the impact, but that wasn’t what deterred you. The smirk rising to his lips made you lean back a bit in surprise and then the sudden impact on your chest settled in as he spun you around. With a harsh push, he’s pinning you to your front against the door, arms locked behind your back.

you hiss at the contact and try to snap at him but are cut off by the harsh yank from your hair along with the smack that landed on your ass. You let out a yelp and squeeze your eyes shut at the harsh sting hits you like bricks. And within seconds you’re feeling the cold air hit your already soaked cunt. He’s all but careful as he shoves his ring and middle finger into your hot cunt, making you moan out. His free hand is slapping over your mouth as he pumps his fingers in and out of your aching cunt at an aggressive speed, curling them every now and then to hit that perfect spot inside of you.

with his hand muffling your moans, you let them fly. Small pants are given from the dark haired boy as he pressed his hard cock against your plush ass that still stung from his assault earlier. Your eyes roll a bit from the harsh pace, already feeling a small knot build in your gut but it was easily ruined as he pulled his fingers out abruptly. You wanted to cry out in protest but the sound of his belt being undone made your heart leap in excitement.

He’s grabbing your hips and pulling them back a bit so your ass is out more for him. You jump a bit as you feel his tip prod at your entrance, gathering whatever wetness he could before he pressed into you. The stretch always felt a bit tight but you knew you’d be feeling like heaven in moments.

but he sat for a second, stuffed to the hilt inside of you. You turn your head a bit to look back at him but he grabs your hair and forces you to look away from him. Your confusion is dissolved as he starts to pull out only to slam back into you. You bite down on your lip to keep your cries in, loving the feel of his dick deep inside of you. His pace is all but sweet as he starts to fuck into you like a dog in rut. The soft groans coming from him were like heaven, along with the loud sounds of your squelching cunt and his balls slapping against your clit and his pelvis smacking into your ass.

you try and reach back to hold onto some part of him but he quickly slaps your hand away, keeping his hand in your hair to keep your head stabilized. And for some reason you feel like he’s trying to keep himself distant from you. After he had just bitched about you avoiding him as well.

your thoughts are interrupted as you felt that knot in your lower abdomen build up again. You whimpered softly and reached down between your legs, rubbing your clit quickly to help. Wally’s hips keep pistoning into you, trying to chase his own high as well. Within a few more thrusts he’s shooting his cum deep inside of you, painting your walls that milky white color. His finish triggered yours making you spasm a bit, feeling your liquid leak down his dick and your own thighs. You were thankful you were wearing a skirt, clean up would be easy.

after taking a little breather you started to get yourself together. You turn your eyes up to the boy, seeing his eyes clouded with thought. You stepped closer only to be pushed back, “we can’t do this again. If people found out i was fucking you my reputation would be ruined. Just stay the fuck away from me from now on, freak.”

with that, he’s moving around you and darting out or the closet, leaving you alone. You’d fallen for it again, and this time his poison hit its mark leaving you with a broken heart.

[xzaddyzanakinx]

| So, So Right | pt.1

Stepbro! Anakin Skywalker x Innocent Reader

18+ MDNI

Warnings: eventual smut, inappropriate relationships

Info: Modern AU, Anakin is whipped, Anakin literally worships the ground you walk on, Not Profread

It had been almost 4 months since your world was shattered and the pieces were glued haphazardly back together. Everything had happened alarmingly fast, one day it was just you and your mother, the next she was bringing home a stranger. He was nice, he made your mom happy and that was enough of a reason for you to love him as well.

That was until one night Obi-Wan and your mother came in to the living room where you sat typing away on your laptop for a college class. Obi-Wan cleared his throat to catch your attention, once you looked up and saw the nervous smiles on their faces you got a nauseous feeling in your stomach.

“Can we talk for a second?” Your mother asked tentatively, almost afraid to ask.

“Yeah sure. What’s up?” You raised an eyebrow and carefully put your laptop on the coffee table.

“We’ve decided it’s time for you to meet my son.” Obi-Wan smiled, “the year is almost over, he will be coming home for the summer.”

Your mind spun, this could mean the end of your normalcy. This was a serious step, of course you knew he had a son, but you had never even spoken to him, much less seen him.

“That’s a couple weeks away. Uh- well thanks for telling me?” You said confused.

“Yes but, honey, look at me.” Your mother’s sweet and calming voice pierced through the fog attempting to form in your mind. “He’s coming to visit this weekend!”

“Like this weekend? As in tomorrow?” You asked, standing up abruptly.

“Yes, he will be here tomorrow afternoon. We want to take you both out to dinner.” Obi-Wan nodded, reaching out to encourage you to walk over.

“Okay,” you forced a smile, trying to hide your nervousness, “what’s his favorite desert?”

Obi-Wan chuckled, pulling you into an embrace where you were sandwiched between him and your mother.

“Blondies.” He whispered and gave you an affectionate shoulder squeeze.

You tossed and turned all night, unable to get comfortable and desperate to turn your thoughts off. You so badly wanted to make a good impression on him. You knew enough about him to know he played Lacrosse, he was such a good player and had so much passion for it that he had considered majoring in sports management. Though quickly realized engineering and mechanics was the perfect fit for him. He was tall and pretty, a scar across his eye from his teenage years. That was it, that was all you had. Plus the fact you now knew he liked Blondies.

So the moment your alarm had went off you rolled out of bed and got to work. Baking was your passion, culinary school was the perfect fit for you. You dreamed of opening a pastry shop, and you used every spare minute to hone your skills. The process was easy, cookie dough and brownie batter, slap it all in a pan and throw it in the oven.

Now that you’d taken them out to cool, you found yourself restless and incapable of sitting still. This was going to be a long day.

Over the next few hours you packaged away the Blondies in a cute pastry box with a pink tag that you’d written ‘Anakin’ in beautiful calligraphy, showered and watched a few episodes of your favorite show, and now you sat at your vanity.

Staring at yourself in the mirror, hyping yourself up to meet the most important person in Obi-Wan’s life. Carefully applying your makeup, not too much, just enough to accentuate your natural features and lengthen your eyelashes. Painting your nails and nude-ish pink and slipping on a soft baby blue dress with matching shoes.

Descending the stairs while your hair flowed gracefully down your back in loose curls. Obi-Wan and your mother sat at the kitchen table chatting, immediately looking up when you entered the room.

“Oh! You look lovely!” Your mother clapped her hands and her lips curved into a genuine smile.

“Beautiful.” Obi-Wan beamed, he had really taken to the roll of father figure for you, and it showed in moments like these. He treated you as his own flesh and blood.

The car ride went quickly, and soon you were entering the restaurant. Watching the crowd from the waiting room, in fitted black dress pants and a black button-up stood a sandy haired boy. Obi-Wan rushed over and clapped a hand on his back, pulling him into a crushing hug. You stood with your mother, watching the scene unfold with adoration.

“Ani!” Obi-Wan outstretched his arms to gesture to you. “Here she is!”

His gaze lingered on your face before traveling down and back up, his cheeks a bit pink and his eyes wide.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you again Satine.” He nodded and took your mothers hand between his two large ones.

“I’ve heard quite a bit about you.” Anakin turned to you, his height making you feel smaller than before. You introduced yourself as Anakin seemed to drink in every word.

The hostess soon called for your party, and brought you to a large round table near a floor to ceiling window. The view was gorgeous and the table setting was just as elegant. The dinner was going smoothly, Anakin was easy to get along with. He seemed genuinely interested in everything you said, you were so relieved that you didn’t even notice the hunger in his gaze.

That had been weeks ago, and it felt like an eternity. The dinner ended with a bombshell of an announcement, Obi-Wan and your mother were engaged to be married.

Now Anakin had moved in, the wedding date was set and Obi-Wan had put his house on the market. Your room was right next to Anakin’s, and you had a shared bathroom connecting the rooms. You didn’t mind, in fact you quite enjoyed being so close to him.

The friendship had blossomed beautifully, spending time with Anakin was your new favorite thing. He kept you company when you were flitting about the kitchen with your apron covered in flour, helped you with chores, read to you at night and he even walked through the neighborhood with you and quickly discovered your fear of the large dog at the end of the cul-de-sac when you practically jumped into his arms when it barked at you. He didn’t make fun of you like you expected, he held you to his chest and whispered calming words until you were ready to continue, after that his hand was practically glued to yours in a comforting grasp at all times.

Today was the beginning of his new summer job, he’d be working at the local car shop as a mechanic, he was absolutely ecstatic. Of course you were equally excited for him, but you held a bit of worry in your heart, what would you do all day without him here?

“Goodmorning princess,” he called from the shared bathroom, you almost always kept your doors open so you could easily get to his room and vice versa.

You hopped up quickly and rushed to sit on the bathroom sink while he brushed his teeth. He greeted you with a sleepy kiss to your forehead, leaving a soft smile on your lips.

“Are you excited?” You asked.

“So excited.” He grinned, spitting toothpaste foam into the sink and rinsing it down.

“Good! I-I’ll bring you some lunch okay?” You said.

“Perfect. I’d miss you too much if you didn’t.” He gathered you up in his arms, hooking his forearms under your thighs to hold you close to his chest while you wrapped your legs around him, resting your head in the crook of his shoulder. He walked you over to his bedroom, gently laying you in his still-warm sheets.

“Ani?” You asked as you watched him strip from his pajama pants and sleep shirt.

“What is it babe?” He asked as he walked to his closet in just his boxers.

“What am I supposed to do all day while you’re gone?” Your lip stuck in a pout.

“We talked about this,” he said gently, sliding a white shirt over his head and throwing some jeans on the bed before making his way to you.

“I’ll be back everyday at 5:00. You’ll have from 8:00 to 5:00 to do whatever you want! Call up one of your friends, see if they want to set up a weekly hang out or something.”

He carefully tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, you could see the pain in his eyes at the thought of you being upset.

“I know. I will.” You sighed, scooting closer to rest your head on his knee.

“I gotta do this to get the experience, so I can open my own garage. How else am I gonna make sure you get that big cake shop hmm?” He caressed your cheek with his thumb, making you nod in agreement.

“You’ll see me at lunch, and once I get home, I’ll take you out to see a movie. How that sound?” He asked, taking notice of your sour expression.

You perked up at the thought, it had been a while since you’d been to the theater.

“Yes! That would make up for it I think.” You said playfully.

“Good. Now I gotta go before you convince me to stay.” He laughed, smoothing your hair and standing up.

Throwing on his jeans and a belt before tugging on his brand new pair of work boots. He took one last look at you, pressing his lips to his thumb and transferring the kiss to your bottom lip in a gentle swipe. He left you there, alone in his room. His blankets smothered you with his scent and you slowly let yourself fall asleep.

You groggily awoke to the feeling of the mattress being weighted down. A gentle hand shaking your leg to get your attention. Your sleep filled eyes barely registered the figure at the foot of the bed, Obi-Wan. You rubbed your eyes with your knuckles as he spoke.

“What’re you doing in here?” He asked.

“I came to tell Anakin bye and I fell asleep.” You laughed, sitting up.

“You almost had me worried,” he smiled, “I didn’t see you in your room when I stopped to tell you that your mom left for work and I was on my way out.”

“Sorry!” Your eyes widened, “oh I didn’t even think- I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“It’s okay, don’t apologize.” He stood up, getting ready to leave. “Have a good day!” He called as he left the room.

Once you gathered the energy to pull yourself out of the cocoon you’d made in Anakin’s bed, you headed downstairs to make yourself breakfast and to assemble a bag lunch for Anakin.

You called a few friends, only one being free every week. Your childhood friend Ashley was more than happy to have a standing date with you every Thursday, she seemed excited to spend more time with you. As you ended the call you hopped into your car and set on your way to Anakin’s new job.

You stepped out onto the pavement with your old beat-up sneakers and shorts with a black crop top. The ground around you practically sizzled from the heat and you quickly made your way inside into the sweet relief of air conditioning. You strode up to the desk and tapped the bell on the counter, a man came out from the back after a few seconds.

“What can I do for you missy?” His voice was gruff and his shirt was stained beyond repair.

“I’m Anakin’s step-sister, I brought him lunch.” You lifted up the bag and smiled.

“Right, he told me you’d be coming.” He smirked, taking in your appearance before turning on his heel and yanking open a side door.

“Skywalker! Your girl is here.” He shouted, and moments later Anakin came rushing through the door, unzipping his work jumpsuit so that it hung from his hips, his white undershirt covered in sweat.

“There she is!” He grinned, enveloping you in a tight hug, breaking the embrace to place a possessive hand on the small of your back, leading you outside and back to your car.

“How is it? Is it fun? Do you like the people? Who was that guy? Is he your boss?” Your rapid fire questions had Anakin laughing as he cracked open his can of Pepsi.

“Slow down,” he grinned, pulling out his sandwich and chips. “Yes, it’s fun and all the people are super nice. And yes, that man is my boss, his name is Gary.”

“He doesn’t mind that I’m gonna be here everyday does he?” You asked.

“No, I told him you’d be bringing me lunch. He’s fine with it, gave me a teasin’ though.” He laughed.

“Why?” You questioned confused.

“Ah no big deal, he’s just jealous that I’ve got such a sweetheart like you.” His hand found yours and his thumb brushed your knuckles lovingly. “Thought it was weird my step-sis tolerated me enough to bring me food.”

“Huh? That’s mean!” You huffed, “I don’t tolerate you, I love you!”

“I know baby. I know.” He brought your knuckles to his lips and placed a chaste kiss there before taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Guess I’m just lucky.” He shrugged with a teasing smirk.

You watched with adoration as he downed his food, he was starving, as if this was the only thing he’d eaten in days.

“I’m gonna have to pack you more tomorrow.” You said, dusting crumbs off his shirt. “Do you need me to bring you a snack? Are you still hungry?”

“I’ll be alright for today, we’ll just get some food before the movie tonight.” He said, taking his palm to your cheek.

He stared, his pupils blown wide as he gazed down at you leaning into his palm. He was always so soft and gentle with you, he made you feel so loved.

“C’mere.” He whispered, cradling your head now between both hands as he drew your face closer. Pressing a kiss to your nose and then to your forehead. “Thank you for always bein’ so sweet to me.”

“You deserve it.” You grinned, quickly pecking him on the cheek. “You should probably get back.”

“I know.” He sighed, putting his trash into the lunch bag and setting it in the floor board of the car.

His gaze lingered on your lips, and quickly shot over to the garage doors, all four were shut and so was the public entrance. He shook his head slightly.

“What’s wrong Ani?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Nothing princess. Just thinking.” His voice was soft. “I love you.”

“I love you!” You responded happily, throwing your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his neck. A soft groan escaped his mouth at the feeling of your lips grazing accidentally across the sensitive skin.

Anakin’s head swam as he thought to himself, about the last few weeks, the way you so willingly gave him affection, how you didn’t seem to realize how your touch affected him, that you didn’t seem to understand that the attachment between the two of you was far from normal. He should be ashamed, taking advantage of your innocence like this, you didn’t know any better. He should be disgusted with his actions, with his anything but pure thoughts. But he couldn’t help himself. You were you, and that was enough of a reason for him to throw his morals and better judgment out the window.

He made a decision right then, with your arms around him and his lips pressed against the crown of your head. He was yours, you were his.

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[littlexscarletxwitch]

short smut kate bishop x fem reader cnc and in the end fluff and cuddle after sex?

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱

paring: kate bishop x fem!reader

tag(s): wlw established relationship, cnc smut, wlw smut, dom!kate (i think), a bit kinky.

warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit smut, wlw sex, strap on sex, cnc smut, dom!kate, kinda sub!r, grammatical errors, unedited, not profread

word count: 0.4k

note: My first kate fic and IT'S A SMUT. I love it. Hope you all love it as much as I do. Thank you fro requesting, nonnie, so sorry it took me so long. Lots of love, M <3

requests are open! + check my rules + masterlist <3

It was the fifth time, on the same day, that Kate was going at you, to say you were exhausted was an understatement.

“Please, Katie… just stop,” you whined out. 

But she was restless, going in and out of you with her strap at a pace that had your, already sore, legs trembling. The room was filled with the sound of skin hitting against skin, your desperate moans begging her to stop but not actually wanting her to, and her heavy groans as she did as she placed with your cunt.

“Just come for me one more time,” she said as it was as simple as that, but really she was asking for you to come a tenth time. 

“I– I can’t, please, Kate,” but that only quickened up her pace, making your tits bounce up and down even faster, so fast that it almost hurt —almost—.

“You look so good, baby,” you watched through your hooded eyelids as she licked her bottom lip. “I’m gonna take a photo of you,” she quickled mumbled, but you heard her correctly. 

“What? No! Don’t do that,” still, she didn’t listen as she quickly pocketed out her phone and soon you heard the multiple clicking go off from her phone.

“Don’t worry these are just for me,” she said, as she leaned into you to capture your lips in between her teeth, sending a chill up your spine.

“Fuck!” you breathed out, already feeling that familiar fire growing on your tummy.

“You ready to cum, baby?” she muttered as she kissed the soft, sensible skin of your neck, moving further down to attack your bouncing tits. 

“Yeah– yes,” the words barely made it out of your lips.

“Then do it,” Kate said before taking your too–sensible nipple in her lips, as you felt the fire inside you bursting out and burning your whole body and soul. 

You screamed out her name, unable to contain yourself, as your body released all of your essence on her strap. Silent prayers quickly escaped out of your mouth as you felt like you had just died and been brought back to life, and all because of her.

“You did amazing,” you felt her lips kissing all over your face. “You must be so tired,” she chuckled, to which you could barely roll your eyes.

“You think?”

“Yeah, I think so,” she said as she pecked your lips. “Here, let me just…,” you weren’t really paying attention to her, as your tiredness was taking over you. 

You felt something warm caressing your core and then something as soft as velvet covering your naked body. 

“Sweet dreams, pretty baby,” you felt her lips on your forehead as her arms wrapped around your body, before you drifted off to sleep with a smile on your face.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[moontavern]

Saw that Request are open , soooo— how would Sun Wukong and Macaque reacht to their reader asking to ride them? You know what they say.save a horse, ride a cowboy — so yeah possible smut for this headcanons please

oh my goodness i love this request!! my fav monkey boys!! (don’t mind how i completely forgot the aspect of reader asking them,, i can absolutely do a similar hc!!)

cw- Nsfw, riding, biting, fluff(?) just some silly short headcanons. not profread!! (i’ll fix later, just super exhausted)

i think it’s pretty Gn?

Macaque -

Let’s be honest, this man probably doesn’t have much experience. maybe back in the day he’s met a few people willing to please the evil monkey man—but probably not much to point out.

I’d say you’d have to be the one to initiate it! He’s too shy to admit it, but he is intimidated to ask.

Macaque, in my opinion, would prefer to take things slow. Sure, he’s got some pent up energy he needs to release, but when it comes to anything intimate he prefers to have some foreplay.

after you two are all worked up after loads of kisses and him running his tongue and grazing his teeth over your neck, you’d push him onto his back, straddling his hips. He’s quite silent during it, but only because he’s not exactly used to the position and act. But once you start rocking your hips on him, he loves it so much.

If he sees you getting tired from moving yourself, he’d grab your hips with his clawed hands and rock you on him. His chest rises up and down as his breathing starts becoming heavier and more frantic. Expect his claws threatening to dig into you as he gets closer.

He loves it if you grab either his thighs or place your hands on his broad chest for support. he just finds it so attractive.

don’t forget this mans tail! he’d absolutely grab onto your ankle/leg. Just a natural reaction for him. Once he’s real close he’d start thrusting his hips up too. The friction feels way too good to him.

Considering he’s probably super touched starved, he’d want you to lean in closer to him and kiss him. Any contact drives him wild.

Wukong -

It’s obvious this man is probably cocky as heck. He’s not as scared to request something new in bed for the two of you. Though, i personally don’t see this man as super kinky. He’s definitely been in bed with more people then macaque, but when it comes to what he’s into—probably not that extreme.

He’d pull you close and asks you if you want to ride him. Blunt as hell, but the way he’s looking at you is too irresistible to decline.

I see him grabbing your hips first. He’d want you to have some control, of course, but he loves the way his hands hold onto your waist as you ride him. He loves if you arch your back and if your head falls back. seeing your throat like that makes him drool.

He’d rub your thighs too. I see him touch starved too. Be it cocky or not, he’s definitely praising you. (unless.. you want to be degraded 😌) He’s encouraging you to last a little longer for him.

no shame for this man, if your riding him while he’s sitting he’d pull your hair lightly as he whispers unholy things to you. he wants you to know how good you make him feel!!!

Bites!! He’d bite you if he’s getting close. Not enough to draw blood, unless you want that.

these monkey men are touched starved, i don’t care what anyone says!! The way your hips rock on theirs would send them over the edge so fast if it wasn���t for how much they wanted to please you. <3

[small-sinclair]

Little Lady

Young!Rusty Nail x college fem!reader

Rusty is the same age as reader (think 20-25).

I'll write a part 3 and that's going to be smutty/fluffy. Not profread!

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Part 2 to Little Lady

He drove the through your college a couple times, and every time he saw you.

You would smile, wave, and he would pull over and hop out the cab to see you if he had time or if he didn’t have blood on his hands. Rusty would smile brightly and put out his cigarette so you didn’t smell like it. Someone as beautiful and young like you shouldn’t smell like smoke and dried blood. Mostly, he just liked seeing you, his little lady, and hearing how school was.

At first, he didn’t care about your schooling and your dreams, but he had a change of heart when you showed off your fashion designs in your sketch book one day. And the way you lit up about you passing a hard test? He want to bottle it up and put it in his pocket. Everything from your laughter to your smile made him want you more. But it was the way you said his name when you saw him and he slowed down; so nice and light… Rusty would run every red light to hear you whisper his name. Even on those cold and lonely nights, he hears your voice and sees your eyes in the stars.

When he looks down at the reflection of his victim’s blood, he could see you by his side with your eyes closed.

And you couldn’t help but look forward to seeing the young truck driver. He was always so nice to you, and he would bring you sweet treats from a place he’s been or a sweatshirt. His hands were rough and callous already for being in his young twenties, but you couldn’t help but ache to hold his hand. Whatever was in the glimmer of his eyes and light in his voice, you almost felt at home with him.

When he came to town and drove on the main road pass your class, he came in a different truck. A faded, one-seated, red pickup truck with rust around the rims. The back window had a large crack from the passenger side to the center, and there was a bumper sized dent on the tailgate on the driver side. He was parked on the side of the road as you came out of the building, snow gathering to the side of the walkway.

He was leaning against the side with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Smoke curled around his head like a broken halo as he blew up into the air. When his eyes landed on you, he quickly put the cigarette out with his boot and straightened himself up as if he was about to meet a queen.

“Afternoon, little lady,” he greeted with a big smile. His eyes sparkled in the fading sunlight. “It’s a bit late, ya know? With winter and all, sun goes down.”

You hugged your coat closer and your backpack, that hung from your hip with a star key chain he gave you, came tighter. “There’s supposed to be a winter storm tonight, too,” you hummed. You looked at him up and down. “Where’s your truck?”

He gave a soft grin and chuckled. “Got the next two weeks off, doll.” He looked down the road then back at you. “Decided to visit you for the weekend if that’s okay?”

He earned a little laugh from you as you stepped closer to him. “I don’t mind, Rusty. Besides, I feel better seeing you now; it wasn’t the best day.”

He lifted a brow. “Wanna talk about it?”

“No. Just want to go home, really,” you answered, a tried smile forming on your lips. “I’m tired, Rusty.”

Your defeated voice my his heart ache for a moment. He licked his lips quickly then asked, “Do you want me to drive you home?”

You thought for a moment. How well did you really know him? Sure, he would stop sometimes, pull over, and have you hop in for a drive or to take you to the diner off campus if it was really late. You yeah, he would hang out with you, talk to you, let you sleep on his should when you got sleepy, and listen to your week like you would for him. But he never really told you much about his life. He knows about your family and your golf fish, Larry, but you don’t even know if he has a house or a shed!

You didn’t know if you should let him take you home, but it is getting darker and colder…

You came from your thoughts when a sudden blast of cold wind hits your back. Before you could even bundle up, Rusty took you in his arms and hid your face in his chest as the wind picked up. He lowered his head and closed his eyes as snow hit his body, and he shivered as it went down his shirt. He remembered what his aching arms are for when he shields your from the blast of snow and wind as he tucked your head under his chin. He was cold, yes; but he felt your warmth and smelt your sweet cherry scent in the cold air. You are worth getting cold for.

When the wind died down for a moment, he already made his mind up. “I’m taking you home,” he says in the fabric of your winter hat. “It’s too damn cold for ya ta’walk.” Without you protesting or even thinking about having a say, he pushes you to his truck and got you in.

You slid from the driver side to the passenger side easily as he followed in. He started the engine and turned the heater up. He leaned back in his seat then glanced at you. The light snow in his hair and on his eye lashes made him look like a wolf hunting in the winter. If that’s the case, then you might as well be the rabbit.

As the heat circled the truck, he buckled up, looked both ways, and pulled out into the road. “Wanna get food first before I drop you off?”

You buckled yourself up at the stoplight. “I have food in the slow cooker,” you glanced at him then at the snow coming down. “Bet you hadn’t had a good home meal in a while, huh?”

Rusty’s thumb taped on the wheel in thought. “It’s been a while, yeah,” the truck moved forward, “you don’t mind, do you?”

“It’ll be nice not to eat by myself tonight,” you answered. “Besides, I have beef and noodles cooking. Larry can’t have that.”

“Gotta keep that fish happy,” he answered. “But if we fed him gold fish crackers…”

“Cannibalism.”

He snorted out a laugh. “It’s crackers!”

“In the shape of a fish, Rusty!” You protested, giving him an offended look before laughing to yourself.

The snow flakes were starting to fall fast and grew bigger. Rusty glances at you then the road. His smile was warm and serene. “Whatever you say, doll.”

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After a missed turn and a quick stop for gas and soda, he parked in front of your apartment. it wasn't too big, only being three stories tall, but it wasn't too small, either. It was close to campus, but it was still far from your college class rooms.

"I live in the basement," you said, pointed at a window that was ground level. "It's a studio, so it's small."

Rusty shrugged as he closed the car door. "Big enough for two people, right?"

"Big enough for two people plus a fish," you answered. "I live on the quiet side of college. Nothing happens around here besides hearing the train at night."

Rusty closed the door tight and followed you down the five steps to the basement. Across from your apartment was the laundry room; no neighbors to say hello or to bother you. As much as Rusty was glad that he got you all to himself, he didn't like that you were alone when you came back from a long day. Come to think of it, he doesn't remember you telling him about your friends. He only knew that your family was three hours away and hardly visit.

When you opened the door to your apartment, he could help but marvel at your room. You apartment was lit by soft yellow and white Christmas tree lights, giving it a warm feeling, and it was clean. You had a couch with pillows, a little coffee table, and a bookshelf in a corner by the kitchen. To the left, your bed was neatly made with stuffed animals and fluffy pillows, and his sweatshirt you stole laid with your p.j. pants. There was a desk with a photo of your family, and Larry's fish bowl was on the dresser. He had a little castle and a dragon skull in the tank and Larry was a fat fish that swam peacefully and carelessly around. When he looked up, he saw printed pictures of you and him taped to the wall, but one photo of him by his truck was in a little circle frame that said "Bless the 18 Wheeler" at the bottom. When he looked closer, he could make out faded lips on his face; your lips.

He looked back at you as you entered the kitchen and pulled down some bowls and cups. "You didn't have to put me in a frame, y/n."

"I know," you answered as you fixed him a bowl of noodles from your slow cooker. "But I did. You're the first person I see in the morning." You exited the kitchen and placed the bowls on the coffee table. "I think you look cute in that photo, too."

"Cute?" He asked. "I ain't cute."

You rolled your eyes as you patted the seat next to you on the couch for him to join you. "I know, I know. You're a big, strong, tough truck driver."

He hung his jacket on the back of your computer chair then sat next to you. His dark brown plaid he normally wears was warn and still dirty. Rusty took the bowl and started eating. "Don't you forget it," he said with a mouthful of noodles. His eyes rolled back at the taste and he started wolfing down his meal. It's been so long since Rusty had a good meal like this. He's so used to gas station food and microwaved food that he forgot was a home meal tasted like. Best of all, it was made by your hands and love.

You ate with him and felt happy. You and Larry weren't alone tonight during the snow storm. Some was with you to keep you warm for the weekend.

"Are you staying the night?" You asked as you brought him another bowl.

He looked out the window at the big snowflakes and watched how fast they were falling. "You sure? I don't wanna intrude."

"I don't mind. Besides," you nodded at his truck. "You're already snowed in, the motels are probly full with other travelers, and the roads were already covered in black ice when you came down," swallowed a spoonful of noodles. "I feel safer with you here than driving in this weather. I have plenty of blankets and pillows for you to use, too."

Rusty acted like he was thinking, but he already had his mind made up. he was going to stay no matter if you said no or didn't ask. He was going to have you for himself tonight even if you like it or not. This is what he was looking forward to ever since he laid eyes on you, but why did he feel disgusted with himself when he looked at your sweet smile? Why did he feel sick when his lustful desires took over and his mind raced with images of you pinned to the bed, begging him to stop fucking you so rough? His stomach turned when his own actions and sinful wishes took over; he couldn't do that to you. He realizes that now. All he want so do is hold his little lady tonight and keep her warm through the winter storm.

"Alright," he said in a low voice. "I'll stay with you, little lady."

[hardbeingcasual]

let the light in, ethan landry

gender neutral!!!!

summary: Ethan and you have been friends for years, which means years of hidden feelings.

warnings: fluff, probs cringe, ghostface doesn’t exist here, not profread !!!!!

pleaseee request for him !!!! i love writing for him , lmk if you want on a scream taglist !!!!

♪ let the light in, lana del rey

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You and Ethan were in your living room, on your couch, watching a movie.

But honestly you couldn’t pay attention to the movie, all you could pay attention to was the small distance between you and Ethan. Did he even notice how close you two where? Did he care like you did?

It was slowly becoming dark outside, the light that was peaking through your blinds vanishing.

Your legs were basically touching and your heart was racing he was probably able to hear the pounding against your ribs.

You never knew where the feelings had came from, one day you just looked at him and noticed how handsome he was, the way his face lights up at the littlest things, the way his face tinted a bright red whenever he was embarrassed. You studied it all, like he were a painting.

Embarrassingly, you were mesmerised by him, his curls that were on his head, and his tinted cheeks.

You felt like you were caught red handed, like a child with their hand in the cookie jar, you felt your own cheeks flare up as he caught you staring at him. Your head turns back to the TV, like your eyes never left it in the first place. But he caught on.

“What?” He chuckles nervously.

“Nothing.” You lie.

He sits up straight, “Definitely not nothing.” He points out.

You sigh, “Its just you, you’re so—” You cut yourself off, not really knowing how to explain yourself.

“So…?”

“You’re so beautiful.” You finish, your cheeks burn in embarrassment as you wait for an answer, eyes scared to leave the TV incase he was sat with a weirded out look, but he wasn’t.

His expression was soft, gentle. His hand reaches for yours, noticing the shake in them. It suddenly made them stop shaking. Reassuring you. His palm fit perfectly in yours.

You both sat there, with idiotic smiles on your faces as your hands were clasped in each other, watching the movie. Well, not really, all that could go through your minds was each other.

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[arminsumi]

Here's a thought, having a one night stand with armin at a party except he doesn't quite understand the "one night" part and you don't understand your his now.

He just becomes infatuated the whole night building up to your (literal) climax and he can't stop thinking about you afterwards. It's too late he's decided your his now. Ahaaaa <3

Oh I can do that 😈hehe ty for your request hope you like how it turned out!

Devilish

Oneshot | MDNI | Armin | ♪

Armin leads you upstairs during a party and gives you a taste of what you've been craving for so long.

⚠️Cws; smut smut smut, not proofread yet bc i always get embarrassed when profreading my smut works lmao

Notes; AFAB!gn!reader, college au

⚠️💦Smut cws; pns 'baby' and 'pretty baby', sex at a party, DIRTY TALK, protected sex (only thing that's raw here is the shameless smut babes)

You and Armin were always those two friends of the group that subtly flirted with each other at every party. Although you didn't take it seriously, and Armin pretended not to take it seriously, he was pining over you.

He lived for nights like these, when the two of you had drunken smiles plastered on both of your faces and a galaxy of stars in your eyes.

Something in the atmosphere heightened Armin's sensuality, and it was contagious; as soon as you caught his desirous feeling, you felt it too.

Eren leaned in to whisper to his friends, smirking confusedly, about how Armin took your hand in his and lead you off into the haze.

The two of you giggled down into the hallway, just barely managing to weave through the crowd. You clung to Armin's bicep.

And you were murmuring something in his ear about him being an angel, and he chuckled, "You always say that, you know, it almost annoys me."

The two of you made it upstairs into a quiet room, where not a soul disturbed you. No one even lingered in the hallway up here, the whole life of the party was downstairs (it seemed to follow Eren).

"Why does it annoy you?" You asked teasingly.

He looked at you in silence for a moment, drinking up your beauty. It was getting too much for him to keep his hands behind his back, he could feel his heat rushing all over his body, excited to be alone with you once again at a party.

"Because I'm not an angel." He answered you honestly, "I'm barely a good person."

Truthfully, Armin expected you to answer reassuringly like anyone else would, but you replied with "I don't care; I'm not a good person either. If there is a hell, I'm definitely going there."

He had to laugh, because that sounded ridiculous and impossible to him.

"Mind if I go to hell with you?" Armin joked.

You smiled wide, "Huh! What's that supposed to mean! Explain." you teased, acting dumb on purpose.

"You know damn well what I mean." Armin leaned back against the door.

He'd been giving your body a longing look-over while you sat on the bed, kicking your legs cheekily. Armin didn't gloss over your appearance, unlike others who might only take in the highlights of your beauty, no; Armin looked at you from top to bottom as if he was trying to ingrain your image into his head. When he looked at you, you really felt like he wanted you.

"I don't know what you mean at all, Armin, can you come over here and show me what you mean?" You asked.

He laughed, and played into your act, "Alright, I'll show you exactly what I mean."

His body felt shocked with excitement at your reciprocation tonight. Usually your flirting trailed off into giggles, and the two of you would change topic.

Not tonight.

There was a rising sensuality in the atmosphere of this tiny bedroom. Your skin tingled with anticipation as Armin closed in the distance between the two of you.

Drinking you with his eyes wasn't enough; he was getting hungry for tasting you with his own lips.

It started off with him plucking tame kisses from your lips, but you found yourself crawling onto his chest and pushing him back into the plush pillows, while he happily let you.

He kept a gentle grip on your hips while kissing, but after slipping out of his pants and rubbing up close against your body, his grip became tighter and tighter, until it felt possessive.

Without hesitation or protest, you let him take control, and roll on top.

You were absolutely entranced by the way he kissed. Sure, the two of you kissed a few odd times in the past, but this time it was different. The atmosphere was different, your wants and needs were different.

Right now, all you wanted was to get out of your clothes, and all you needed was Armin to do what he always did better than anyone else; that is, firing you up.

He was happily snuggling between your thighs, letting you squeeze his waist while his nimble fingers took off your tiny dress.

It felt like one swift, smooth motion of his fingertips feeling up your thighs, meeting the hem of your dress, and slipping it off your body.

When his devilish blue eyes looked down at you, he asked you in the most angelic voice;

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked.

You answered with a sure and impatient nod, "Mhm!" You squeaked, "Please, I've wanted this for so long I can't take it anymore, just give it to me already."

Your plea was music to his ears. In his mind, he was thinking I've got you, finally, I've got you before anyone else.

He was quick and smooth with slipping on the condom, and kept murmuring witty things on your hot lips to keep you giggling.

"Take in a deep breath, m'kay?" He smiled sweetly.

"Okay." You smiled a bit nervously, and drew in a deep breath like you were trying to get high off of the sensual atmosphere.

But your breath got stuck in your throat when you felt his throbbing tip pressing into you, and you let out a gasp when you felt him slowly sinking his length deep inside.

It felt almost sinful how sloppily wet you were from such simple foreplay. Just a kiss and close cuddling with his waist between your thighs was enough to get you off, and get him achingly hard, too.

"Ah, shit that's deep." You sighed dreamily.

Armin eased off concernedly, "Sorry..." he mumbled gently onto your cheek.

"I'm not complaining." You assured, squirming your hips.

Well, you weren't squirming your hips for long, because Armin's hands came to hold your hips tightly and possessively, keeping you put in position for him.

His tip pressed up deep inside, and he rocked his hips in and out of you at a teasing pace until you begged "more" of him.

"Yeah? You want more?" He cooed into your ear.

"Yes! God, I need more." You nodded frantically, holding tightly onto his shoulders, letting your nails sink into his skin.

Armin smiled devilishly at you, "Only if you say please."

"Please." You said quickly, but he didn't quicken his pace, so you said it a few times more.

He clicked his tongue, pulled back his hot chest from yours and looked down at you.

"Please what?"

"Please, Armin!"

Well, that seemed to satisfy him, and he snapped his hips against yours hard and fast, and set a new pace that easily pulled out moans from you.

"Is that good?" Armin grunted, "You like that?"

You couldn't use your words, so you just nodded, flashing him lustful eyes.

"God, you're so pretty." He muttered, pressing deeper inside and death gripping your thighs.

You only responded with hiccoughing moans and his name.

"Mhm, that's it, pretty baby, just let go and enjoy yourself." Armin said. Just his voice alone had your stomach tensing up excitedly.

Everything felt hot and loud; the boom of party life downstairs muffled the filthy sounds filling the bedroom. The sheets wettened, and the air smelled like sex and your scent and his scent.

You couldn't keep it in much longer, and announced it to him shamelessly, "Armin, I wanna cum."

"Yeah? Good, baby, go ahead and cum for me, enjoy yourself." Armin spoke into your ear.

You cried out his name almost loud enough for someone to hear, so he pressed a deep kiss onto your lips to quieten you. He kept his pace, rubbing on your clit and keeping your one leg up to get deeper inside, while you felt your relief coming over you.

It washed over your whole body abruptly, you felt like you were melting into ecstasy. All you could focus on was how it felt to have him deliciously moving in and out of you, and all he could focus on was catching his own high.

He let out suppressed moans, feeling you tense and tighten around him nearly knocked him out, really. He had no idea how he held on for nearly an hour.

Though he wasn't too verbal, towards his climax, he let out the most erotic, breathy moans you've ever heard.

His chest heaved against yours, the both of you closed in the space between your chests and laid against each other while trying to catch your breaths.

The air felt thick, your skin was glistening with sweat, and the party was still happening downstairs. You wondered if your friends were oblivious to what you and the group's good boy were getting up to.

All he could think, while the two of you giggled and got sloppily dressed up again, was how he got you in his grasp; there's no way anyone else was going to get in the way now.

He called your name softly, like he was going to tell you something, but when you paid him a starry glance, he decided not to put those words into the air just yet.

Instead, he joked, "So, still think I'm an angel?"

You smiled at him, and replied, "Yeah, absolutely."

"Really?" He chuckled, then inhaled, "But it smells like sin in here, doesn't it?"

"Haha, shut up." You blushed, going over to the window to air out the room.

The two of you stole away to the bathroom to freshen up, messed around a bit, and then descended the stairs back into the thick of the party, right into the glowing haze of light.

"Where were you two!" Mika called, "We were texting your phones but neither of you answered."

Eren stifled a chuckle. Mika didn't understand what he was amused by, and neither did you, until you realized that Armin had a possessive hand placed on the small of your back, like you were his.

Maybe you saw it just as a once-off thing, but all through the rest of that night, Armin kept you close, and in the following days, he kept you even closer.

He kept a firm grip on you, it was like he tapped into your soul. How could you complain, though, when you and him were perfectly in tune both sensually and emotionally?

It was really a match made in heaven, even though the both of you were, as you said, definitely going to hell.

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Delated Scene | Anthony Mackie

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Boyfriend!Anthony Mackie x Actress!Girlfriend!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> You and Anthony have to film another scene for CA:TWS the two of you really dont want to play. But Anthony makes sure you're fine after the scene and he has a beautiful surprise for you.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 2.674

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (T) mention of cheating, fluff

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you to my best friend @imtryingbuck for giving the idea. I probably wouldn't have written for him without that idea. So thank you so much for giving me the idea. And thank you for profreading it for me. I love youuuuu. ❤️❤️

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | March 31 | Theme: Sam Wilson | Partners, Soundtrack/Music, Wings, Missing scene | @catws-anniversary

AFG AU Bingo | N2 | Celebrity AU | @anyfandomaubingo

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The wind is blowing around the trailers you all live in right now. The sun is already warming the air while you lay next to your boyfriend, who has his arm wrapped around your waist. Anthony presses his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply before he sighs. He pulls you even closer and kisses your neck softly, causing you to groan softly.

"Morning, sweetie," he mumbles against your neck, and you shiver slightly.

You grasp the blanket and pull it over your head. Hiding yourself underneath the soft and warm fabric while you try to get back to sleep. Anthony laughs, his hand sliding to your side, and you immediately sit straight in bed. The blanket on top of you, while you look at him with a playful, angry expression.

"Don't you dare tickle me, Anthony Dwane Mackie," you say, pointing at him.

His eyes widen softly when you say his whole name, then he sits up as well and grabs your waist, pulling you into his lap. He leans closer and kisses you softly, his lips so perfectly fitting against yours. The warmth of his plumb lips makes you melt in his arms, and you sigh into the kiss.

"Do we have to play that scene? I really don't like it. Thats so out of character," you mumble against his lips, resting your forehead against his.

"Don't want it either, but they think this scene is perfect to include, babe."

You sigh softly. This scene you have to play today is really something you would tell them to piss off with. Anthony and you are a couple in the newest movie, Captain America: The Winter Soldier. And when Steve Rogers, played by Chris Evans, and Natasha Romanoff, played by Scarlett Johanson, escape Hydra after fighting the Winter Soldier on the bridge, they go to Sam, who gladly helps them. This is actually not bad, but then when Sam and Natasha have a minute for themselves, they are going to kiss, but you're actually the one who is together with him, not only in real life but in the movie.

Actually, it's fun to play your role, especially because you and Anthony always make jokes with Sebastian, who plays Bucky, the Winter Soldier, and is the most fearsome assassin. But behind the scenes, there is a tall, muscular man between a few women who make his hair and do the makeup, and the most powerful weapon of Hydra just looks like a sweet puppy. Which is pretty funny and causes a lot of moments where you all burst out laughing. Even though those things are pretty funny, the scene that is completely out of character causes you to feel bad, maybe because of your past or maybe just because you don't like cheating. Anthony and you have talked about that scene, and he was all sweet with you and made sure that he only loves you. It's just a scene for a movie, but you still feel bad filming that.

"Let's get through that scene, and then we spend the rest of the night doing whatever we want. We could go out or just enjoy a movie night," he says, kissing you once again, and you nod softly.

Then you get off of him and out of bed, looking for your outfit of the day. Anthony looks at you, smirking, when he sees you stealing his shirt instead of taking the shirt you're supposed to wear for that scene.

"Sweetie, I don't think that's the right shirt," he says, getting out of bed as well.

"When they want me for that scene, they can at least let me wear whatever I want. COMPLETE OUT OF CHARACTER. Maybe I will take the shirt off at the end of the scene and throw it at them," you say with a smirk.

You're standing next to the guys who belong to the crew, looking at the display that shows you what they're filming right now. You swallow harshly, trying to calm yourself down, when you see Steve, Natasha, and Sam walking into the house. Steve and Natasha just got improsioned by Hydra agents after they fought Bucky on the bridge. With Sharon's help, they escaped from the agents. Steve is still slightly confused about seeing his childhood best friend, now better known as the Winter Solider, working for Hydra - the company they fought against together in the 40's. And now they went to Sam's and yours house, asking him to stay there for a while, and Sam also offered them to clean themselves and get some food.

When Steve goes into the bathroom, Natasha and Sam are alone in the kitchen. He turns toward her, and they are suddenly so close that they both feel each other's breath on their lips. And then they lean closer. Sam captures Natasha's lips, smirking into the kiss.

You feel like you need to throw up, but it's just the scene. You know Anthony would never do this otherwise, right? You inhale deeply before you pick up the bags next to you and walk through the door. When you open the door and walk through it, the camera is pointed at you. You gasp, seeing your boyfriend kiss Natasha, then you let the bag fall on the floor, and the other two jump a few inches away from each other.

"Sweetheart?" Sam asks and looks with wide eyes at you.

You don't say anything; just turn around and walk out of the house. Tears are bruning in your eyes, slowly falling down your cheeks, while Sam shouts after you, following you out of the house.

"Sam, just piss off," you say, not even facing him.

"It's not how it looked."

"No? It looked like you were kissing another woman. A woman who isn't your girlfriend. Wait, sorry- ex-girlfriend," you say.

Sam sighs, trying to reach for your arm, but you take another step back, shaking your head softly. He knows that you don't want him to touch you, but he just can't stop himself from trying to get closer to you. Even when you know it's just for the movie, you suddenly feel really bad, and Anthony looks like he understands. His heart is breaking when he understands that that scene isn't just a play for you anymore; for you, it's way more like a movie scene right now. Happily, the scene is over when you walk away from him without saying another word, just smiling sadly at him and tuning away.

Anthony and the other two continue with the scene while you excuse yourself and make your way to your and Anthony's trailer. You didn't know the scene would throw you on the ground like that, but when you saw Anthony kissing Scarlett, even though it was just for the movie and only their characters kissing each other, but it reminded you of your ex-boyfriend. He cheated on you, kissing someone in the bar you wanted to meet. He tried to play it cool. Your ex-boyfriend told you that the girl was really drunk, and she was thinking it was her boyfriend. He apologized, and you accepted it. But he cheated on you once again, and this time he really felt for the girl; he slept with her and told you about it. Saying it's your fault because you didn't let him fuck you the way he wanted and that he needed to cheat on you to continue the relationship with you is the only option for him to still be in love with you.

After the scene, Anthony makes his way immediately towards your shared trailer, scared that you left because he knows the things your ex-boyfriend did, and the way you were looking at him, it wasn't the pain you can play; it was the pain that was written deep into your eyes. And his heart still aches when he thinks about it; he just wants to pull you tight against him, hold you in his muscular arms, and tell you that he loves you. Anthony knocks at the door of the trailer, opening the door when he hears your soft voice.

"Hi, sweetie," he says, entering the trailer and looking around to find you sitting wrapped in a blanket on the bed. 

"Please do- I- Sorry. Anthony, I-I think I forgot something on set."

He looks confused at you, recognizing your red eyes and the trails of tears on your cheeks. You get up from the bed, walking toward him. When you want to pass him, he grasps your arm and pulls you closer. There is still a bit of space between the two of you.

"Can we please talk?"

You shake your head, your eyes focused on the ground. You're ashamed for thinking he could have cheated on you, but they looked so happy together that you can't get it out of your mind. It was all for the scene, but it stuck in your mind that you feel like he could be happier with someone else, like your ex-boyfriend, who told you he was happy to finally have a girl who lets him do whatever and whenever he wants to her. He told you how good she is in bed - so much better than you could ever be - even though it was just because he wanted to hurt you that you believed him. When you met Anthony during another movie and the two of you came closer, you finally found yourself - the person you wanted to be, the one your ex-boyfriend pushed down. That person is there now because Anthony always encourages you to be the way you are because he loves you like that. But maybe he is tired of you now?

"Sweetie," Anthony says, letting go of you and looking at you while you run out of the trailer.

He knows the crew messed up, but the two of you need to fix that. While you run away, he lets himself fall down on the bed to think about a way to make it better. You're walking over the whole place, avoiding anyone who would pass you and talk to you. So you're walking around the trailers until you reach the little lake that is behind all the trailers. You just sit down there, looking at the water, while you listen to quiet music.

Your thoughts run wild; should you just go back to the trailer and talk to Anthony? He probably hates you because you just ran away. After a while, you look on your phone and see that Anthony sent you a message. With shaking hands, you unlock your phone and tap on his chat to read what he wrote.

'Sweetie, I know you don't want to talk. But could you please come to set four? You don't have to say anything; I just wanna show you something. So please come over there. Love you, sweetie.'

You feel relief rushing through your body when you read that he still loves you. You answer with a short 'Yes. Love you too.' before you get up from where you're sitting. Then you make your way to set three. You don't know what you're going to do there because it's actually the set where they film the scene where Sam and Bucky are fighting and Sam gets pushed down after Bucky rips off his wings. But you don't ask yourself more about it; when you already see the light shining there, you smile softly. When you hear Anthony shouting something and Seb and Chris laughing, it is echoing through the trailers.

When you walk through the entrance of the set, Anthony immediately looks at you and smiles warmly, holding his hand out for you to take your hand into his bigger one, and you do. You let him lead you a while further to the place where something is placed on the ground, and you furrow when you notice that his wings - Sam wings - are placed there.

"Wind beneath my wings," Anthony sings.

That's your song, Anthony's, and yours. And he often sings it to make you laugh, as he is doing this time. You shake your head, laughing, and mouth a 'silly' in his direction. He smirks at you, takes the wings, and puts them on his back like a bag, then nods in the direction where Sebastian and Chris are standing. Anthony wraps his arms tight around your waist, pulling you as close as possible, while the two of you suddenly get lifted from the ground. You place your hands around his neck, staring into his beautiful brown eyes. Then you move from one side to the other while he continues singing the song, smirking when you can't stop yourself from singing with him.

When the two of you finish the song and admire the view you had, you slowly move closer to the ground again. Seb and Chris are smirking at the two of you, and you smile back at them before you look once again at your boyfriend.

"So you're not gonna break up with me?"

"Sweetie, no! I never even thought once about that. I love you and want to show you, I-" he says,letting go of you and putting down the wings before he looks at you and smirks.

Anthony takes your hand into his, gets down on his knees, and looks for something in his pocket. Your mouth drops open, and this time you feel tears of joy rolling down your cheeks.

"I love you, and I'm sorry that we filmed that scene. When I saw that pain in your eyes, just because of a film kiss, I remembered the things you told me about your ex-boyfriend. When we first met, you know the day on set where we crashed into each other and you excused yourself for it? The times we were sitting next to each other, you cried, complained, and told me all about your ex-boyfriend. There, I knew you deserve someone better, someone who treats you the way you deserve. There, I fell so hard for you that Seb and Chris always made jokes about how much in love I am. When you smile- the sun is nothing compared to the way your smile lights up the darkest nights. I can get lost in your eyes whenever I look into them; they are as beautiful as you. And I can't get enough of you. I love you so much, and no one can change that, especially not a film kiss. You're everything to me, and I wanna be with you forever. So-" he breathes deeply, smirking at you. "Do you wanna marry me, sweetie?"

"I- Yes, I wanna marry you," you say, smiling at him.

Anthony puts the ring on your finger, gets up, and captures your cheeks with his warm hands. He smiles at you before he leans closer and captures your lips for a soft but passionate kiss. You hear Sebastian and Chris cheering next to the two of you. And when you pull slowly away, your foreheads are resting against one another. Anthony looks at you with such a soft expression in his eyes that you immediately fall for him once again. All the fears and thoughts about your past fade away, and there are just the two of you and your amazing future together. Anthony kisses you once again before you turn toward the other men. They really thought about everything because behind them is a table for the four of you filled with your favorite food. One of the things you really love in your relationship with Anthony and your friendships with Seb and Chris are the double dates the four of you have together. Anthony told you later that they are not gonna use the scene because they understand that it was way too much out of character, and since they love yours and Anthony's relationship as much as Sam and yours in the movie, they deleted the scene from the film.

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