#and like when it started it was like the screens were set up for the different groups right?

[hcsiqs]

paige request!!! paige x reader inspired by slut! by taylor swift, maybe r is rlly famous on social media and similar to how tara yummy always gets called a bop for nothing, similar to that but in reality she’s a lover girl for paige 😽😽😽

| slut!

• pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

• summary: after getting hate comments on your posts, paige finds you upset in your room she comforts you.

• warnings: angst (???)

• i used tara as the fc but picture how every you want to!!

ynln

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ynln i love life !

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user1 Why does she always post her body…

user2 biggest bop of our generation

user3 paige needs to break up with her bc…

user4 Yeah no

user5 The second picture @paigebueckerss i wouldn’t let that slide personally

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You were sitting in your bed with your eyes glued to your phone as you scrolled through the comment section of your latest Instagram post. Everything inside of you wanted to peel your eyes away from the illuminated screen in front of you, but you couldn’t. You were reading hate comment after hate comment and it didn’t seem like you would be able to look anyway anytime soon.

Your mind didn’t skip over the fact that Paige had probably seen the comments and been getting tagged in videos of you acting like a bop, according to the internet. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what could possibly be going through Paige’s mind as she sees the comments and the videos, you just hoped that you would be able to inform her that none of it was true or all the videos are before the two of you got together, most of them being before you even knew one another.

You set your phone down and laid your head against the backboard of the bed as hot tears started to stream from your eyes, the sensation of the tears made your eyes seem like they were burning from the sudden water taking over them. Your fingers brushed against your cheeks as you tried to clean your face of any dried tears until you heard a notification ding from your phone.

[ynln] @paigebueckersfan1234 commented on your post!

Why is Paige with such a slut!

This just caused even more tears to spill from your eyes. You had no idea where people were even getting this information from. You had been on a cruise with Paige in the past week and were with her every second. Sure, maybe you had drank with some of your friends on the ship, with Paige there, but no photos were taken due to her wanting to keep her social media clean for her younger audience. Everything people were saying, just wasn’t true, and you hoped that Paige wouldn’t believe them.

You found yourself in the same cycle as earlier as you went finding more comments, almost like it was addicting, until the door to your guys shared room opened and a blonde basketball player walked in, “Baby, what’s wrong?” was the first thing she asked as she dropped her bags to the floor and quickly made her way to the bed to hold you in her arms.

You found yourself pulling away from Paige’s grasp, just disgusted with yourself and not finding yourself worthy to be in her arms due to all the rumors being spread, even though no part of them were true. “It’s not true, ya know?” your voice cracked, as your eyes were looking down at your hands in your lap. But, when you looked up you were met with Paige’s eyebrows bent up, showing a clear sign of confusion. “The comments and all the videos you’re being tagged in. The videos are before I even met you,” was all you could get out as you looked at your girlfriend sitting so beautifully in front of you.

“I know Y/N. I was literally with you on the cruise. Some jealous ass people aren’t gonna gaslight me into thinking that you did something you didn’t,” her hand found its way to your exposed arm as her fingers gently glided up and down it, trying to ease your worries.

“Thank you,” you rubbed the tears from your face as your lips pulled into a small smile and your eyes met her blue ones. Her hand reached up to cup your cheek as she pulled you into a soft kiss. Her lips were soft against yours, showing her pure and utter adoration for you. Paige’s hand moved to the back of your neck, causing all the small hairs there to stand up, as your body became filled with goosebumps.

When she pulled away, her forehead rested against your own, your proximity so close you could smell the shampoo she used from her recently washed hair. You were happy to have her here and be wrapped up in everything about her.

“Plus, I know you’re only a slut for me,” the blonde said, breaking the comfortable silence between you two.

“Paige!” you giggled, shoving her away from you jokingly.

“Too soon?”

“Yes”

allie’s corner.

i’m praying this isn’t absolute trash and i’m sorry if it is😭😭

[patscorner]

Hey, idk if your taking requests rn but could you do an Emily Engstler x chubby reader fic where reader is in her feelings about a personal subject of your choice and they end up arguing over it? Idk just some angst and fluff please?

I don't really like how this turned out, but here you gooo

Butterflies

Summary: When you receive hate, instead of getting the calm, gentle response from your girlfriend, you get a big ball of anger.

wc: 1,099

Contains: talks of insecurities, two kisses, that's all

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You sigh as you put your car in park. Finally, after a day in hell(at work), you were home. For some reason, everyone and their mom decided to test you today. Ranging from customers cussing you out, to Emily being cranky before you left for work, the day seemed to be giving you a break.

Even though you and your girlfriend had bickered all morning, right now, you wanted nothing more than to be in her arms. But before you do, you decide to open instagram. Bad idea. There were multiple hate comments on your post about how you looked in a bathing suit. You weren't the biggest person in the world, but you also weren't the skinniest. You've never been skinny, and you were often judged for that rather than your cheerful personality. So, like most bigger kids, you were bullied when you were younger, causing you to have low self confidence and self esteem.

Eventually, you grow to love your body, and it only gets better when you start to date Emily. She thought you were the most gorgeous person in the world, and she made sure you knew that.

Of course, it wasn't always smooth, and you had your days. Like now.

The post was from a month ago, when Emily surprised you with a trip to Mexico. Normally, they wouldn't affect you, but after the day you had, the words displayed on your screen found cracks in your armor and buried itself there, finding its way under your skin and into your heart.

You sigh heavily, blinking back tears as you get out of the car and locking it behind you. You take a deep breath as you unlock the door to your shared apartment with Emily.

You hear her yelling from the bedroom as you place your keys on the counter. You make your way into the room and see she's on the game with a couple of her teammates. “Hi, baby.” She mumbles, glancing at you before she draws her attention to the screen.

You don't say anything back, just grab your clothes and go to the bathroom to change. This sets alarms off in Emily's head, but unfortunately, the game she's playing has already put her emotions on ten and her patience on zero.

“What the fuck?” You hear her mumble. You roll your eyes, before changing and walking back out into the room. She's not on the game anymore, instead, she's sat on the end of the bed, with her arms crossed. You close your eyes and sigh when you see her, you truly don't have the patience.

“What the fuck is your problem? You came home pissed, and didn't even say hi to me.” She squinted her eyes at you.

You don't say anything, and just sit down next to her, hoping she'd relax at the sight of your need for comfort. She doesn't.

“I'm sorry. I’m not feeling the best, I was on Instagram and there were comments an-” Emily cuts you off with a laugh as she stands up.

“Are you serious? I told you to stay out of the comment sections. You're asking for it at this point.” She scoffs.

The statement takes you by surprise. Your normally gentle girlfriend was standing in front of you, her anger directed at you. “I'm ‘asking for it’?”

Then it clicks for Emily, as her eyes soften and she tries to take her statement back. “That's not what I me-”

Now it's your turn to cut her off. “Bullshit, you meant it. I didn't ask for any of this. I didn't ask to look like this, and I didn't ask to be treated like this either.” You stand up, a move towards the door, tears streaming down your face. You stop before you close the door and lock eyes with Emily.

Her eyes are guilty, looking down at her feet. “I'm sleeping on the couch.” You sigh. She looks up like she wants to say something, but closes her mouth instead.

“I love you.” She whispers. “I love you too.” You respond before going into the living room.

You stir in your sleep, feeling yourself being lifted from the couch. You open your eyes and look up to see Emily carrying you bridal style back to your room. “Shh, go back to sleep, ma.” She whispers, kissing your head.

You groan as she gently puts you down on your side of the bed. She mimics your actions, laying down next to you, wrapping her arms around you, so you're facing her. Sleep has left you now, and you're both just staring at each other.

“What're you doing?” You whisper. Emily's heart breaks as she takes in your features. Your eyes are red and puffy, and your hair is disheveled from the amount of times you ran your hand through it.

“Couldn't sleep.” She mumbled, pulling you closer. You melt into her arms, finally getting the embrace you needed earlier.

“I'm so sorry, baby. What I said was fucked up. I was still hype from the game, and I shouldn't have spoken to you like that.” She places an apologetic kiss on your lips, so light it was almost ghostlike.

“ ‘s okay.” You mutter.

“No it's not. I'll do better, I promise. It'll never happen again.” She said, forcing your eyes on hers. The words you read earlier flash through your mind, and your breathing hitches as you close your eyes, attempting to stop the tears, but it's no use.

She sighs as she watches you break down, and she can't help but feel like she caused some of it. She pulls you closer, her tattooed hand rubbing circles up and down your back.

“They're wrong. You are the most beautiful woman in the entire world, and I'm not gonna stop telling you, not until you believe it. And even then, I'll continue to tell you. Because it's true. Those motherfuckers don't know you. Not like I do, and they never will. “

She pauses to wipe your tears, kissing your cheeks gently. “I love you so much, and no matter what they say, I always will. D’you understand?” her eyes locked with yours, waiting for your response.

You sniffle, nodding slowly. Emily shakes her head. “Words, baby.” She whispers.

You feel your cheeks heat up, and by the way Emily tries to bite back a smirk, you know she did it on purpose. “I understand. I love you too.”

With that she pulls you into a passionate kiss, lips interlocking as she takes your insecurities away, replacing them with butterflies.

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taglist: @wintersstan @bueckerslover @lilia22hicks @fake-intelligences @girlokwhatever @pbloverr @breeloveschris

[trans-evan-buckley]

Pride Lego set

Tommy wakes up to his phone buzzing with a text. he'd gotten off a long shift and immediately crashed, and when he checks his phone, it's only been a few hours.

The messages are from Eddie, a photo, a video and a text, which immediately puts him on edge. He opens the up and blinks at what he sees. the photo is a picture of Evan cradling a box of Lego, and it looks like he's crying. Tommy can see Chris in the photo, but it doesn't clear anything up. He swipes to the video and hits play, watching as Chris' face fills the screen as he speaks in a whisper.

"Hi, Tommy. I saved up to get Buck the pride Lego set when I found out you two were together, and I want you to see us give it to him!"

Tommy watches as Chris walks into his front room, Eddie following with the camera as they approach Buck from behind, who appears to be watching a documentary on whales. He jumps when Chris taps him and Tommy sees him melt when Chris presents him with the set, explaining what he said at the start of the video. Even with Eddie's shaky camera work, Tommy can see tears starting to gather in Evan's eyes as he hugs Chris tightly.

Tommy closes out of the video when it's done and reads the message, smiling softly at what Eddie said.

'I think this means your relationship is Chris approved, so congrats'

[peachhcs]

jealousy, jealousy

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

will does a bit of stalking on his burner account

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here's a bit of will's groveling while talking with the guys from back home. if i had a burner account, i would also stalk my ex on it, so will's kind of real for that haha

au masterlist

will's eyes glued themselves to his phone screen. he didn't mean to click into samy's account, but one thing led to another and his fingers just typed away the password to his burner account that the girl had no idea he had so he wasn't blocked there.

he just needed to look. a check-in? what sounded better than calling it plain stalking? at least gabe and ryan weren't there to peer over the boy's shoulder and chirp on him for stalking his ex.

the boy's fingers slid through her profile. he hadn't seen it in awhile, so when he saw four new posts in her feed since the last time he looked, he was immediately tapping into them. will's gaze slid over every single photo.

samy's smile was wide and bright as she stood with hannah and their other friends. even her soccer photos captured her large smile and seeing it made will smile back. he always loved seeing her love soccer as much as she did.

the blonde scrolled until he stumbled onto a photo in one of her recent posts. the fourth picture out of the ten in the set was of samy standing very close to a guy will didn't quite recognize. his arm was wrapped around her waist and something in will pinched.

that feeling—one he had so long ago he hardly remembered it—started resurfacing the longer he stared at the photo. memories of samy's senior homecoming flashed in will's mind while he compared her date to the guy in this photo.

who the fuck was this guy? luckily, he was tagged, so will went to his account. it was public.

upon further inspection, the guy was their age, a soccer player for the men's team, and worst of all he had a similar photo of him and samy on his account too. actually, the brunette was in his feed twice.

they looked really close. too close.

will scoffed. the guy wasn't even that good looking. plus, he so wasn't samy's type. the boy clicked back into her account to inspect the rest of the photos.

for some reason he couldn't believe how happy she looked as if they didn't break up. she looked like nothing even happened, but that was how will looked too. at least he tried to.

suddenly, the boy's phone buzzed in his hand. gabe's name flashed across the screen and a smile appeared on the blonde's lips as she slid to answer the call. his friend's face quickly appeared.

"hey, did i catch you at a bad time?" gabe wondered when he connected.

"no, no. i'm in my room," the blonde chuckled.

"okay, good. ry and drew are with me too. they wanted to say hi," the dark-haired boy pointed his laptop towards the other boys who waved.

"hey smitty!"

"yooo, what's up!"

will smiled widely at their hello's, "hey, it's good to see you guys again."

"we miss you a lot here. it's not the same without our other guy," drew cut in.

"i miss you guys too. it doesn't feel the same not playing on the same team anymore," the blonde hummed a bit sadly.

that was the hardest thing about all of this. on top of going through a breakup, will's best friends weren't around to help him through it. he only saw them through a screen now.

"you start soon, right? in a week?" ryan wondered as him and drew sat behind gabe in what must've been one of their rooms or something. 

"yeah, i make my debut at the game next week," will nodded, excitement filling his system at that. he's waited since he was a kid to finally take the ice as an official nhl player and knowing that day was finally a week away didn't quite feel real. 

"dude, you're gonna be awesome. i wish we could be there to see it," gabe frowned a bit which made will frown again. 

"i wish you guys were here, too. how's boston been? the same?" 

"yeah, pretty much. tailgates, parties, practice, you know. the usual," drew commented earning small eye rolls from gabe and ryan. 

"mostly practice. coach wants us working extra hard this year after last season," ryan cut in and the blonde nodded. he figured coach would get on the team harder this season after they lost the ncaa finals without scoring any points. 

"what've you been doing though? are the guys cool?" gabe changed the subject. 

"oh, they're great. they've been showing me around the area and i think i'll really like it," the boy nodded. he felt content and the people on the team seemed like good guys, so he knew he was in good hands. 

there was just a few things missing. 

"met any girls?" drew teased with a large smirk. 

will's expression faltered while gabe and ryan glared in the other boy's direction. they didn't hound will as much about the whole breakup anymore, but the subject was still touchy and they knew for a fact will wasn't ready to meet other people yet. 

"dude," ryan mumbled, but will still heard him through the call. 

"uh, no. i haven't, but it's fine," the blonde offered a tight-lipped smile. the other three studied their friend for a moment, trying to decide if he was being truthful or not. 

samy's name wasn't one that came up a lot around them anymore when will was in conversation. they knew he didn't wanna talk about her, so they tried keeping her name out of their mouths as much as possible. they never even told him she visited last weekend to see them for their first home game of the season not knowing how that'd make will feel, but gabe decided to try his luck today with the topic. 

"uh, samy was up last weekend. she came and saw us for the first home game of the season," the dark-haired boy informed. he studied his friend's face for a reaction, worried that will would get mad or something. 

"oh, she did?" was all will said. 

"yeah, it was really nice of her. she was pretty excited for us. we took her out for dinner and everything, too," gabe smiled a bit. 

"that's cool. i'm glad she..she went out," will nodded while a part of him twisted. 

he knew the guys were still her friend, he just never really thought that she'd actually fly out to see them still when he wasn't there. plus, none of them even said anything to him about it last weekend. there wasn't even a story post about her being there. will knew his friends loved him, but did they really think they needed to hide whenever they were hanging out with his ex so he didn't know? 

"she asked about you..or well..we started talking about you a bit and she asked about you," ryan hummed making the blonde's ears perk up. 

"what did she say?" 

"just asked how you were. we said you were good. settled into san jose. she said she's glad you're doing good," ryan continued. hearing all of that made will's stomach continue twisting. of course she was glad he was doing good even when he (stupidly) broke her heart. 

"i haven't talked to her. i don't think she'd wanna talk to me anyway," will laughed dryly. 

"i'm sure she does if she asked how you were doing. she's not that heartless, will," drew chuckled some. the blonde could only manage a weak smile in response. 

"do you know if she's like..talking to anyone or anything?" will tried asking casually so it wouldn't seem like he was stalking her account and so the guys didn't know he resorted to the burner account to look her up. 

"uh..not really. i think she's just going on random dates. nothing serious," gabe shrugged. 

"so she is seeing people though?" 

when gabe nodded will felt his heart sink. he figured she probably would, but hearing it aloud hurt even more than he thought. 

"why do you ask?" ryan wondered, eyebrows raised. 

"no reason. i was just curious," the blonde attempted to play off his disappointment. 

"were you stalking her account?" gabe said because he knew his best friend well, even through a screen. the boy knew about the burner account because he saw it on will's phone a few months back when he caught him stalking samy's account too. 

"no." 

"will." 

"okay, maybe i was," the blonde rolled his eyes. 

"i thought she blocked you?" drew raised his eyebrow. 

"she did..i was just looking on my burner account," will admitted, embarrassment coating his expression. 

"oh boy," ryan muttered like he was unimpressed, yet he knew will would do something like this. 

"oh, come on. give me a break. it's not stalking. i was just..checking in?" 

"i think you should reach out to her. see how she is?" gabe cut in before ryan began arguing with him. 

"i told you, she doesn't wanna talk to me. she said she never wanted to see me ever again, so i doubt she'd want me to randomly text her. i'm probably blocked anyway," will mumbled knowing he definitely was because he actually did try and reach out to her about a month ago. his text went green, so that was a clear indication his number was blocked on her phone. 

"well, i hope you know she does wanna see you again even if she won't say it. i know she still thinks about you because she wears her charm bracelet and she's always stroking the shark charm i'm guessing you have her?" gabe raised his eyebrow. 

will immediately thought back to his farewell party where he talked a bit with mrs. hughes. the envelope had sat in his pocket all day deciding if he should find samy and give it to her before deciding it was probably better to have her mom give it to her instead. he didn't even know if samy would want it, so hearing that it was on her charm bracelet was a surprise. 

"i wouldn't think she doesn't want to see or talk to you too fast, will. you guys have history. you're like family. we're rooting for you guys," ryan said with a soft smile. 

the hockey player hummed, swiping out of the facetime to go back to samy's instagram. after another sweep of her recent posts, he did notice the charm bracelet sitting on her wrist. all of the charms were still there, even the ones he gifted her since she's had it. a soft smile spread across will's lips when he caught sight of the shark one. 

[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

Hello! Do you take fanfic requests? If so, I would love to request a dom!val and a sub!vox. With Vox being reluctant at first, but becoming a complete moaning and cum-filled mess by the end. And I would appreciate some bdsm too lol

Thanks - 📿 anon

Fuck Puppy (Valentino x Vox) (Valentino uses they/them pronouns for my convenience here)

Word count: 3489

CW! Explicit Smut, creampie, dom/sub, daddy kink, BDSM, puppy sub, pet play, Valentino being Valentino, Valentino using his smoke, some violence, and again, lots of degradation. I think that’s all? This list feels shorter than usual. Let me know if I missed anything!

This divider will mark when aftercare starts! Well sort of. It’s Valentino so yk. He’s not great at it.

"Voxxy, you know my name, don't you?" Valentino asked, leaning over his shoulder. They had a small pout on their face as they reached down with their lower two hands (out of their four arms) and cupped Vox’s pecs. Technically they were his tits, but Vox didn't like when they called them that. Val teased him through his suit and sweater vest. "It's Valentino, baby. I'm getting tired of you calling me babe all the time. Why don't we spice things up, hm?"

"Of course I know your name, my dear," Vox replied with a chuckle, leaning back in his chair and enjoying the sensation of Val’s hands on his chest. "I just like calling you 'babe' because it annoys you," he added with a mischievous smirk.

"Mm," Val said, squinting at him. "You know, part of that is what got me thinking... you've always been dom, yes? Well, tonight I wanted to switch roles..." They let the proposal hang in the air for a moment, knowing Vox would be opposed- or at the very least, hesitant-to the idea. "You can call me Daddy, be a nice little sub..."

Vox's eyes widened in surprise at their proposal. He was always the dominant one in their relationship, and the idea of switching roles was... intriguing. "Hmm... I'll have to think about it," he said, tapping his screen in mock contemplation.

"I'll have to think about it," They repeated with a huff. "Really? You're going to pull that card on me?" Val knew better than anyone that when he said that it just meant he'd put the topic aside and hope the other person would forget or drop it. "Can't you at least try?"

Vox chuckled at their reaction. "Alright, alright. I'll try," he said, giving in to their request. He leaned in closer to them, his breath warm on their face. "But just for tonight," he added, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Great! Now, let's get you out of this chair..." They scooped him up with ease and brought him to the bed. "Let's see, what should I do with you, hm? You've always been into BDSM... how would you like to be on the receiving end of it?"

Vox's eyes widened in surprise as they wrapped their arms around him and set him down on the mattress. He had never seen this side of them before. "W-what are you going to do to me?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly with a mix of excitement and fear.

He knew how Val treated their workers, and although they’d never been particularly violent in bed before, that was mostly due to the fact that Vox had always been in control. He was hesitant and a little.. well, scared, to hand that control over. He wasn’t a particularly trusting person, and this act required a lot of trust.

"Whatever you want me to... or, rather, whatever you let me do to you," they said with a grin. "What do you prefer, hm? Ropes or chains? blindfold or gags? A dildo or a vibrator? or both?"

Vox's breath hitched as he processed their words. He had always been confident and in control, but now the tables had turned. He felt a rush of excitement at the thought of being at their mercy. "Ropes... and a blindfold.”

"Mmm... are you sure that's the best choice?" They asked, undressing him slowly. Their fingers moved gently across his skin, grazing lightly as they pushed his clothes aside. "There's so many other options, too... such a hard decision, isn't it?"

Vox's body tensed as their fingers trailed across his skin, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He thought about their question, his mind racing with all the possibilities. "Maybe... c-cuffs," he stammered, feeling a surge of desire as he said the word.

"Maybe? you don't sound so confident, baby..." they murmured, their breath hot on his skin. It was hard getting him into his role as a sub. Val thought for a moment, then decided they had to make him less sure of himself. Less confident, and more dependent on them, as the dom. "Tell me, what's the kinkiest shit you've done while dominating someone, hm? how big and scary can you be?"

Vox felt a flicker of annoyance at their words, but it was quickly overshadowed by the desire to please them. "... I've used restraints, blindfolds, and gags," he said, his voice shaky as he spoke, reminiscing in some of it.

"How so? for what?" They asked, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside. Val rubbed their thumb across his nipples in little circles. "C'mon, what's the worst thing you've done?”

"I... l once used a riding crop to... punish a submissive," Vox said, trying to keep his voice steady as they touched him. The memory of that encounter made him flush with excitement, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan at their touch.

"Really, Voxxy? That's it?" They chuckled and pinned him down beneath them roughly. "First thing I can tell you is that we're going to do something a little different than what you're used to. You think you've done bad? Well I can assure you, l've done worse. So, why don't you shut that pretty little mouth of yours and let Daddy take control, hm?"

"Oh... oh god," Vox whimpered as they pinned him down, completely at their mercy. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of being dominated by them. He was all about change, about trying new things… this couldn’t be too bad, right? He gave them a weak smile, his screen already tinged pink. "Y-yes, Daddy... I'll be quiet.”

"You're already failing at that," they muttered with a sigh. Val pulled out a gag and put it in his mouth to shut him up for good. "Words like that? They're useless when you’re with me. You don't talk unless I let you talk. The only thing you're good for is looking sexy and being my favorite whore, got it?"

Vox's eyes widened as they spoke, readjusting the gag and rendering him almost completely silent. He couldn't help but moan as they called him a whore, a small part of him enjoying the degradation. Just a small part, he’d insist.

"Good boy," they said sweetly, trailing their fingers along his skin, teasing and gentle. "You like when I do that, don't you? You like when I insult and degrade you, when I put you in your place? when I let you know just how useless you'd be without me?" I pressed down harder for that last part, then let up and continued as normal. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll be crying and begging me to stop."

Vox nodded eagerly, his body writhing at your touch. He let out muffled moans when they bite him or when their fingers drifted lower, near his inner thighs, the sensation more intense and arousing than he’d expected. "Y-yes, Daddy," he tried to say, but the gag made it hard for him to speak.

"See? this is why we have the gag," Val said with a grin. "You just can't keep quiet, can you?" They laughed and pulled away, undoing the buttons to his pants. They started teasing his cock, keeping his hands pinned above his head with one hand of their own.

Vox's hips bucked as they teased him, his body begging for more. He whined into the gag, trying to thrust upward to meet their teasing hand. Their grip on his wrist dug into his skin, leaving marks that would linger long after he was released.

"Come now, mi cariño... if you can't stay still I may just have to tie you up." They gently squeezed his dick, then leaned down and teased the tip with their tongue. "How would you feel about that, hm?"

Vox's back arched up off the bed at the sensation, his hands gripping at the sheets, trying to gain some kind of leverage. "Mmmph!" he tried to say through the gag, his eyes pleading with them, knowing they would take it as a challenge.

"Oh, you want it, don't you?" Val chuckled and reached for their cigarette- he'd chosen ropes earlier, so he was going to get chains instead. They lit it up and took a drag, filling the room with intoxictig red smoke. It'd work as a nice aphrodisiac drug for him. "Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you..." they undid the buttons to their own pants as they smoked, watching him carefully.

The smoke filled the room and Vox's eyes widened, breathing in the intoxicating mist. He could feel the effects already as his body relaxed, his muscles loosening.

"Oh, it must be hard for you to breath with that gag in..." Val murmured. "Everyone knows little lap dogs like you are only ever panting and gasping for more with their mouth." They undid the gag and pressed his face to the mattress, "You don't know how to use your nose properly, do you? Hm? you only ever use it for sniffing ass, is that right?"

Vox's mind was becoming foggy, his thoughts clouded as the aphrodisiac took hold. He gasped for breath through the gag until it was removed, his mouth left open in shock. He tried to respond, but his mind was too hazy.

"That's it, baby. Take it all in for Daddy..." Val smiled sweetly and blew a cloud of it in his face, then started working on tying him up in chains. They maneuvered the smoke around accordingly, forming chains from it- just as tangible as any real ones. "Can you answer a little question for me? I want you to tell be how you want to be tied up for me. Can your dumb little brain handle that?"

He nodded, his body betraying him. "I want to be tied up like your little puppy," he managed, his voice shaking. The pink haze filled his mind, his cock hardening despite his reluctance.

"Aww, like my little puppy," Val cooed, already getting to work. They made them a little tighter than they needed to be. "How cute. You like this, baby? Can you even tell what Daddy's doing to you right now? Why don't you explain it, describe it to me. Show me you understand."

He whimpered, his mind swimming in the haze of pleasure. "You're tying me up, Daddy. I-I can't move...it feels so good," he stammered, his voice shaking with pleasure and arousal.

"Mmhm... can you tell exactly where I'm tying you up at?" They asked, raising an amused brow. They took another puff of their cigarette and got back to work.

He nodded, his body trembling. "You're tying my hands behind my back, and you've put a collar around my neck," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Good boy! Such a good job, Voxxy," they praised, tightening the chains a little. Val stepped back and admired their work, then got down, positioning their cock at his entrance. "You're such a bitch sometimes, it's almost a surprise you're not a complete pussy. But don't worry, baby, I'll be filling you up either way..."

He gasped as he felt the tip of their cock against him, his body tensing as he prepared for the sensation of them inside him. He looked up at them, his eyes wide and terrified, but a hint of desire lingered within them. "Please, Val..."

"Please what?" They growled. They took one last long drag of their cigarette and blew the intoxicating smoke in his face. "Do you wanna be my fuck puppy? do you want me to shove my cock in your asshole, hm? Do you want me to have you cumming and begging for me?"

"Answer me," they said, hitting him hard. They grabbed his antennae and yanked his head up. "Daddy doesn't like to be ignored."

"Yes, Daddy!" he gasped, his eyes wide with surprise, pain, and most notably, pleasure. "I want you to shove your cock in my asshole and make me cum. I want to be your fuck puppy, please use me."

"Good boy," they purred, letting his head go and finally thrusting into him. "You like this, don't you, baby? Tell me how this good feels."

"Oh fuck, Val!" he yelled, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "It's so good, you're so big, please fuck me harder!" His nails dug into the palms of his hands, still tied behind his back as he arched it, offering himself up to them completely.

"What, you mean like this?" Val asked softly, moving in and out faster, slamming into him. "You like this, hm? You like being my little fuck puppy. You want daddy's dick so bad, you're such a desperate little slut. I want to hear you beg, bitch."

"Please, Daddy! Please fuck me harder, please, I need it so bad, I'm your little fuck puppy, your dirty little slut!" he screamed, his voice ragged with pleasure. "I'll do anything for you, please just fuck me harder!"

"Aww, such a needy little whore," they said, running their fingers along his back. Two of their hands held him down, their other two traced little patterns along his skin, leaving light scratches when he got moved too much. "Do you want me to fuck you senseless? Want me to fuck you until you're dumb little puppy? Do you want me to fuck you until you can't cum anymore, until you're begging me to stop?"

"Yes, please, Daddy, yes!" he shouted, arching his body against theirs. "Fuck me until I'm a mess, until I can't think straight, please!" He was begging for it, desperate for their touch, for his mind to go blank and just feel.

"Mm, such a good slut," they said with a grin. Val saw the look on his face, saw he was close, and they stopped, pausing for a moment. "Tell me, do you think you deserve to cum?"

"No, Daddy, I don't!" He gasped and shook his head, not knowing the answer they wanted but doing his best to please them. "I'm just your little fuck toy, your dirty little slut. I don't deserve pleasure, I only deserve to serve you, to make you happy."

"That's right," Val said, thrusting into him again. "If I tell you to do something, you do it. If I tell you that you want something, you want it. If I tell you something, you believe it. Fuck pups like you don't need to think, you just obey like a good little dog. Now, cum for daddy."

"Yes, Daddy…" Vox moaned, reaching his peak and cumming hard. His body convulsed, every muscle tensing as he rode the wave of pleasure, his mind hazy and blank. "Thank you, Tino.." He panted breathlessly, still breathing heavily even as the sensation slowly faded.

"We're not done yet, baby.." they chuckled lightly and made a few deep scratches along his back. "You don't deserve to cum, you don't deserve pleasure. You're only here to serve me, like a good little puppy. You do what I say, when I say it. I want to fuck you all night long, until you're a whimpering cum soaked mess, and you are going to sit here and take it."

"Oh... oh yes, Daddy... please fuck me, I’m yours to use..." He moaned, his eyes wide and unfocused. He really did seem like a cock-hungry puppy, desperate for attention and pleasure.

"Good. Fucking. Boy." Val growled, each word punctuated with a hard thrust. They couldn't wait to watch him cum all night long.

He gasped, whimpering slightly in the back of his throat. Every thrust was a burst of pleasure that sent him jerking, his body writhing slightly on the bed under him. He was a mindless mess, his body so focused on the sex that it was more sensation than thought.

"Go on, whine and whimper and moan like a good little fuck pup," they said, pounding into him without remorse. The goal was to make him cum as many times as possible, to completely overwhelm him. And they were damn set on accomplishing it.

He made a breathless sound, arching his back slightly off the bed as he whimpered. "Daddy... Daddy please..." He whined, crying out in pleasure as he felt himself getting closer to climax.

"That's it, baby," Val groaned, reaching their own peak. They cummed in him, filling him up, but didn't stop thrusting. "Cum for daddy, now."

He let out a long, loud moan as he came. His orgasm was messy and intense, his body shaking under their touch. They could feel it, their thrusts slowing down but not stopping. A few more minutes and he was cumming again, his voice quieter, more tired.

“Mmmn… Daddy please..”

Hours passed of this same thing, over and over again. Val ended up adding more chains to keep him in place as he drooled, an utterly mindless cum filled mess. "You like that baby? Cum for daddy again," they said sweetly.

Vox let out a soft, whining moan, his body shaking as he came again. The pleasure was intense, his body trembling and sweaty. Val could see it in his face, the pure bliss and satisfaction of being used by them. It made everything that much sweeter.

"Such a good cum pup," they purred, finally pulling out. Val only gave him a moment of peace, as they played with his chains, undoing them and letting him collapse against the bed. They kept his collar and leash on him.

"Come on baby, I know you've got some more in you," they said. “Earlier, I asked you a question… and you didn’t quite answer. Do you remember? I asked if you wanted a vibrator or a dildo. Now daddy’s giving you both!”

Val watched his eyes widen slightly as they slid the vibrating dildo in place. Vox didn’t move- well, he squirmed, but as delicious as it was to watch, Val didn’t count that as movement. Not anything that mattered, at least.

“Mmngh..” Vox groaned a little as it turned on, utterly helpless and unable to do a single thing about it.

“Doesn’t that feel nice? Don’t you just love the way this makes you feel?” Val asked, tilted his head up so he could see his expression. His eyes were unfocused and glazed over and- “Oh! Cumming again already?” Val asked, laughing to themself. They brought Vox’s head into their lap, wiping away some of the drool as he came again.

Hours and hours passed like this, him cumming almost nonstop. He was a whimpering drooling mess, unable to form a single word. "Who's daddy's favorite whore?" Val asked quietly as they pet him gently, knowing he was too fucked out and blissed out to even comprehend anything- much less think for himself.

Vox whimpered softly at their words, his body still twitching with aftershocks of pleasure. He was completely spent, his mind a haze of bliss and exhaustion. He couldn't even think straight, let alone form a coherent thought or response.

"Aw, are you a tired little boy?" Val asked, their voice actually softening. "It's okay baby, I’ll get you all cleaned up."

Vox nodded weakly, still overwhelmed and unable to speak. He was completely drained, both physically and mentally. All he could do was let out a soft whimper as they spoke to him. He felt like a small child, completely at their mercy.

“Aw, it’s okay baby,” Val crooned softly, getting some Kleenex. He turned off the vibrating dildo and pulled it out of Vox, cleaning it off and setting it aside.

“Mmn… Val..?” Vox mumbled, lifting his head a little. “Did I do good?”

“You did wonderfully, sweetheart,” Val murmured, getting to work on cleaning the mess. God, there was so much cum… so, so much. Like, damn, it was everywhere. “Did you have fun?”

“Mmhm,” Vox replied, relaxing at their touch. “We should do this again sometime…”

“Oh? Do you like being a sub?” Val asked, teasing his nipples.

“Mngh…” Vox groaned weakly. “N-no..”

“Mmm…”

“Okay fine! I… I like being your subby puppy.”

“Good boy,” Val said, finally letting up. They stopped teasing and got back to cleaning him off. What? They wanted Vox to be comfortable. He was all fucked out, the least they could do was take care of him now.

Bonus! Alt ending that got cut out:

"Good boy! Who's daddy's good boy? Who's daddy's little fuck pup? Who's daddy's favorite whore, hm?" Val cleaned him up, teasing his dick again as they did so. They licked a bit of the cum off their fingers. "Who's daddy's favorite needy slut?"

"I am, daddy," he replied, his voice breathy and filled with need. He squirmed as they teased his dick, wanting more of their touch. "I'm your good boy, your fuck pup, your whore... I'm daddy's favorite needy slut.”

[silhouetteonpaper]

Point Shoes Make Great Weapons

Summary: When Y/N is tasked with dancing her way to an assigned target, will her ballet skills be enough to get her through the auditions that lead her to the enemy?

WC: 3822

Warnings: Fighting, mentions of guns

A/N: This is my first one shot, yay! I tried to keep the ballet terminology simple so anyone can read this, and there’s a few term descriptions below. Also, dance auditions are done in so many ways these days, so I wrote one in a way that would make sense to the story. Some things might not be 100% accurate.

Terms:

pointe shoe box - the part of the shoe that holds the front of the foot, usually made with dense paper, cardboard, or other stiff material so you can stand on it

révérence - a bow/curtsy

1st, 2nd, & 3rd position - foundational ballet positions that are used often

“You’re kidding.” Y/N states, looking up at the presentation Tony is giving the entire team about a new mission. The screen shows their target, a professional ballet dancer named Ivan Volkov, who also happens to be a leading crime boss with ulterior motives. The plan described someone needing to get close enough to take him out so he could be captured, the only way to do so being an Avenger attending the same ballet auditions and getting him alone. All eyes fell on Y/N.

“You’re the youngest here, and the best at dancing. I’ve seen you practice.” Tony reasons, getting a look of disbelief in return from the girl. It would be less suspicious for a young adult to audition, sure, but Y/N wasn’t eager to dance in such a strict setting.

“I practice for fun, it’s different when you have to be perfect.” Y/N explains. “Besides, Natasha also knows ballet, why don’t you have her do it?” She tries to bargain. Natasha scoffs.

“My dancing days ended the second I left the Red Room. Sorry, but this ones all you.” Nat shrugged, leaning back in her chair. Y/N exhaled sharply, searching the room for anyone else who could possibly do this mission. Not any of the boys, for obvious reasons. Wanda was already shaking her head by the time Y/N looked at her, and then there was Yelena.

“How about you, Yelena? You learned ballet in the Red Room too, right?” Y/N pleaded, hoping the blonde could take the lead on this mission. Yelena only laughed, shaking her head as well.

“Try to put me in a tutu and I’ll break every bone in your body.” She remarked, leaving Y/N to groan as she slouched in her chair. Tony clapped, happy to see that Y/N was left with no option but to accept.

“Great! Y/N it is. I wouldn’t put you on this mission if I didn’t think you could handle it.” He consoled her. Soon, the meeting was adjourned and Y/N’s training for the mission would begin. She found herself alone in the compound’s dance studio Tony set up for her, wearing her usual dance attire: a black leotard over light pink tights with black shorts on top. She dropped her newly broken-in pointe shoes on a bench next to her water bottle, waiting for the person who was supposed to help train her.

To the girl’s surprise, the studio doors opened to reveal Natasha walking in with a cold look. Y/N smirked, quickly realizing the redhead would be the one to train her in all things ballet. “Don’t even start with me, I’m doing this for you, okay?” Nat snapped, Y/N nodding as she stifled her laugh.

The girl took a moment to put on her pointe shoes, eventually twisting the sewn on elastic bands disguised as ribbons to secure them. Natasha raised an eyebrow as Y/N stood, standing on her pointe shoes to test out the sound. “First thing we’ll cover is proper ballet attire. Starting with those pointe shoes.” She lectured.

Y/N looked down at them, unsure what she did wrong. “I just broke these in and sewed them myself. What’s wrong with them?” She tapped out on her box a few more times to double check that they were solid. Now reassured, Y/N gave Nat a puzzled expression.

“The ribbons, you need to use real ribbons at a professional ballet audition.” Natasha told her like it was common sense. Y/N sighed, walking to the barre up against the mirror. “And you know once you get to auditions, you can’t wear shorts, right?” The redhead asked, taking a few steps closer to the girl ignoring her.

“I’m well aware, thank you. I’m trying not to think about that right now. Let me warm up, and then we can start.” Y/N voiced, beginning to stretch using the bar. Natasha crossed her arms with a laugh, eyeing the girl’s movements.

“If I’m training you, then we’re starting from ground zero. Keep that posture at the bar, and you’ll be cut from auditions immediately.” Nat jabbed, watching Y/N’s judgmental look as she stood back up from a plié. “You can do better than that. Turn out more. Delicate, Y/N, c’mon.” She called out as the girl kept her barre routine going. She repeated each move until Natasha was satisfied with her perfection, Y/N sweating by the end of her warm up.

“Great, now onto the audition choreography. You watched the video Tony sent you, right?” Nat asked Y/N, who was gulping water before moving back out to the open floor. She nodded, having rewatched the same video over and over to get the ballet choreography down. Although the girl was comfortable with ballet in general, she’d never auditioned for a professional company before. Y/N knew they’d judge every move she made, and the smallest mistake could mean a failed mission. She’d have to blend in as a professional ballerina.

Y/N made her way to the corner of the floor, preparing her opening move by getting into 3rd position. “Alright, let’s see what you can do.” Nat spoke as she hit play on the music connected to the room’s speakers.

As the orchestral melody began to flow, Y/N started to glide across the floor. Her focused expression informed anyone nearby of her extreme care to each move, all of her dancing laced with precision and perfection.

Her pointe shoes struck the floor with each advance, the sound echoing around the tall-ceilinged room. But no sound could get in the way of the music that fled the girl’s mind. Each note was like permission, allowing her to move onto the next step and give her dancing life.

As Y/N made her way to the center of the space for the end of the sequence, she dropped into a révérence, bowing as the music ended. Silence filled the room as the girl stood still, waiting to see how Natasha would react to her performance.

Y/N felt like she did nearly perfect on the choreography, but sometimes near perfect isn’t enough when lives are at stake. The unimpressed look on the redheads face gave the girl more than enough information. She’d have to run this number again and again until it was flawless.

“You look like you don’t even enjoy what you’re doing when you dance.” Natasha tells Y/N, stepping closer. Y/N chuckles, putting her hands on her hips as she catches her breath.

“Yeah, cause I don’t.” The girl remarks. Natasha sighs, moving to the side as Y/N goes to grab her water.

“The auditioners are looking for people who are passionate about ballet. People who appreciate the perfection, as well as the beauty in every move. If you look like you’re caught up in one or the other, they’ll know.” Nat explains while Y/N chugs from her water bottle.

“Alright, so it’s about finding the perfect balance.” The girl concludes. Nat smiles for the first time in the past hour.

“Exactly. And the best way to find that is by practicing. Let’s do it again.” She directs, gesturing back over to the open floor. Y/N sighs, dragging her feet as she steps back onto her starting mark, the familiar melody playing as she attempts to find her own flow once more.

“I put a gun in your bag, just in case.” Tony says as he drives the three of them into the city. Nat and Y/N sit in the back, making sure everything is in order for the audition Y/N will attend momentarily. Tony received intel that Ivan would be at one in the center of New York, making it a perfect opportunity for the young Avenger.

“Honestly, these pointe shoes could make a great weapon.” Y/N jokes, considering how strong the hard box of the shoe could be, especially if used in combat. The young girl wears a black leotard, pink tights, a black ballet skirt, and fuzzy boots in the stead of pointe shoes currently sitting in her bag. Natasha carefully pinned up Y/N’s hair in an appropriate ballet bun earlier at the compound, making sure the girl had everything she’d need for a full day of dancing… and also possibly fighting.

“Alright, kid. Are you sure you’re ready?” Tony asked as he parked the car. Natasha smirks.

“Oh, she’s ready. I didn’t make her repeat the routine fifty times for no reason.” She responds. Y/N laughs, nodding her head in agreement. She felt ready, not only from the extensive training Natasha provided, but also from the solid plan Tony concocted.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N prepares to exit the car as the three say their ‘see you laters’. Natasha even patted Y/N on the shoulder, instilling just a little bit more confidence in the young girl. The cold air of the city brings a chill to Y/N’s bare arms as she steps outside of the car and into the tall doors of The New York Ballet building.

A classy interior greets the girl as she quickly follows the sign reading ‘auditions this way’. She soon approaches the crowd of dancers in a hallway, some looking worried, others looking confident, but all of them girls. There was no Ivan in sight. Worry crept up her throat, forcing Y/N to swallow as everyone began to stretch and put on their pointe shoes.

She placed her bag down, being discreet as she pulled out a small ear-bud like device from one of its pockets. She placed it in her ear, immediately connecting to the team through the communication device.

“I’ve got a problem. There’s only girls here. I don’t see Ivan.” Y/N spoke quietly to the comms device, scanning the hallway once more for any sign of her target.

“That’s a bummer. Let me look into it, hold tight.” Tony responded, leaving Y/N to awkwardly put on her pointe shoes as she waited. Nat had forced her to sew on real ribbons, taking Y/N an extra second to tie them perfectly as she’d been taught.

Luckily, she blended in well out here, everyone dressed similarly and shrouded with the same worry. Although, Y/N wished she could say she was worried about the same thing as the rest of the girls.

An auditioner stepped into the hallway, beginning to brief everyone on what’s to come. “Hello, everyone. Shortly, we’ll start calling in small groups, where you’ll perform the choreography we sent for you to learn prior. Afterwards, I will call out those we are interested in pursuing to stay, where you will learn a second combination with one of the male partners auditioning.” An exhale of relief washes over Y/N, now understanding her shot at finding Ivan wasn’t lost yet.

“I found where he is, I just have to make it through the first round of auditions. Wish me luck.” Y/N tells the team as the auditioner starts calling the first group of girls.

“Good luck, kid.” Tony responds as the girl takes out the device from her ear, safely storing it in her bag while she prepares to enter the audition studio. Although discreet for usual missions, the communication device would be obvious in a ballet studio, especially when a panel of people are judging every single thing about a dancer.

Eventually, Y/N’s name was called, or rather an alias used for the mission. “Phoebe Trent.” The auditioner lists, the girl making her way inside the studio as she hears the fake name Tony gave her. The handful of ballerinas stand beside each other, a smaller group of five girls now formed as the auditioners sit at a table to the front of the room.

“Welcome, dancers. Today’s audition is solely about finding those who strive to be the best version of themselves on and off stage. We want people who are eager to push themselves to become better dancers. People who are graceful on the outside, but show it from the inside as well.” One of the auditioners expresses.

Y/N holds back the urge to roll her eyes, this emotional monologue nearly causing her to fail her mission out of boredom. Although she was able to master the art of dancing with emotion, she couldn’t find a true passion for it like all the other professionals here did.

“And with that, let’s begin.” Y/N inhales deeply, lining up to the side as the first girl is called to dance. They move down the line, Y/N being second to last. She watches as each girl moves, the same music that replayed at the compound filling the room again and again. Every auditioning ballerina brings something unique to the table, making Y/N’s stomach flip with nerves as her confidence depletes. The girl knew she’d have to look the part, but she was unaware she’d actually have to dance the part. Having to get through one round of auditions without being cut made things a lot more difficult.

The other ballerinas all look like they truly enjoy their art form, flying across the floor as they become one with the music. Y/N can barely take her eyes off of them, similarly to the auditioners. The next person in line was Y/N, who was making an attempt at finding a way to be as passionate as these other girls were.

Scanning her mind for ideas, Y/N thought of the things she was passionate about. Combat, fighting, avenging. Violent, jeez, Y/N thought. At that moment, she realized combat was quite similar to choreography. Every step had to be well calculated, yet you were doing it for one reason: saving lives. There was a purpose behind each step, each movement, just like with dance.

Y/N concluded that she could apply this to her ballet routine, each move adjacent to that of a fight—just more graceful—her completing the routine saving lives. Which was true, if she executed this mission then many lives would be saved from the killing hands of Ivan.

“Ms. Trent, you may proceed.” The auditioner spoke, allowing the girl permission to walk to her mark. She set herself into her opening position, taking a deep breath. Straight away, the familiar symphony filled the studio, Y/N letting her pointe shoes take her swiftly across the floor. She wasn’t calculating each perfect step in her head anymore, Y/N was letting her body ebb and flow to the melody. The girl didn’t even glance at the auditioners, her loving expression speaking for itself as she turned and stepped across the floor.

Just like when she was triumphant in a battle, flipping across the city, she let the familiar feeling of turning across the floor fill her with that same confidence. Each pirouette like a flowing fight sequence, every arabesque like a high kick to an enemy, yet all done with grace instead of force.

It felt like only a moment had passed when the music ended, Y/N smiling center studio as she bowed. The auditioners matched her grin, soon moving onto the next person while the girl caught her breath and joined the line once more.

Although Y/N had no clue if she’d make it in or not, she was proud of the performance she gave. Regardless of today’s outcome, she at least had that. After everyone completed their routine, the girls were all left to wait in the hall until everyone in the crowd had an opportunity to dance. After another long bout of waiting, an auditioner entered the hallway with the clipboard.

“Alright girls, I have the names of everyone who will continue today. If you are not called, please escort yourself out. If your name is called, we would like you to stay for the next part of the audition.” Every girl in the hallway tensed, the pressure rising as a series of names was listed off. Y/N held her breath unknowingly, hoping that she made it through to continue her mission.

“Abigail Greg, Phoebe Trent, Olivia Knight…” The auditioner called out. Y/N exhaled, relief washing over her as she was now one step closer to completing the mission. For her, the hardest part was over. At least she hoped so. All she had to do was find a way to partner up with Ivan during the next section of auditions.

After a quick water break, the accepted girls joined a larger studio with the accepted boys. They stood in unorganized lines as a ballet instructor guided the crowd in learning a new ballet combination. It wasn’t long, but it definitely looked complicated, especially for Y/N who could only practice so much at the compound without knowing about this second round.

Luckily, she didn’t have to be amazing at it, the goal wasn’t to get through this next audition. She just had to seem confident enough to get Ivan to pair up with her. Now scanning the people around her, Y/N tried to locate the familiar face of her target. Finally, her eyes caught a glimpse of the man she was after in the very back, stepping along with the combination as the instructor taught it.

Y/N was in the middle of the room, trying to figure out a way to move farther back to him. It wasn’t easy, seeing as everyone tried to take up as little space as possible, careful to not hit other dancers. With each little stride, though, the girl progressed farther back, slowly ending up only a few people away from Ivan as they all ran through the choreography one last time.

“Alright, please partner up with one another and we’ll run it once more here. You’ll have a chance to practice it on your own in the other studios afterwards.” The instructor explained, everyone in the room awkwardly breaking their position to find a dance partner.

Perfect. Y/n thought, knowing she could get him alone in a studio if he accepted her as a partner. She didn’t hesitate, her eyes fixating on Ivan as he stood scanning the room. “Hello, I’m Phoebe. Want to partner up?” She asked him sweetly. He smiled warmly, nodding and prepping to run the combination together.

Soon, everyone in the group was all partnered and ready, following the instructors lead as they ran the dance together. Y/N began with the step forward, letting her arms fly upward as her leg lifted behind her. She feels Ivan beside her, soon placing his hands on her hips as she lowers her leg and prepares her turn sequence. Using her opposite foot to kick off, Y/N spins as Ivan uses his hands to keep her steady. 1, 2, 3, pirouettes later and he removes his hold as she lands, the two continuing on to the steady rhythm of the music.

“Great job everyone, while we set up here, go grab some water and practice on your own. We’ll grab the first group momentarily.” The instructor dismissed, everyone heading back out into the hall.

“I’m going to grab a drink of water, then we can run it again.” Y/N let Ivan know, getting another nod in response as she went to find her bag. The girl made sure Ivan was out of sight before opening it, taking a chug of water and slipping the small comms device into her ear.

“Welcome back, Y/N.” Tony’s voice sounds, the communication device in the girls ear connecting.

“I got through the first round, I’m about to have a chance with Ivan. Stay ready.” Y/N told him, zipping up her bag.

“We’re always ready,” Natasha remarked, joining over the comms. Y/N smiled and shook her head, soon putting her sickly sweet face back on as she approached Ivan. Y/N opted to keep the device in her ear as she was no longer in the presence of any auditioners. The two made their way into an empty studio, both standing in the center of the room and preparing to repeat the same dance, or at least Y/N was.

She waited until he was ready, soon going through the same motions. Step forward, arms delicately moving upwards. Leg rising, watch your posture, foot turned out. Ivan ready behind her, hands falling on her hips as her leg meets the floor. The girl begins her pirouettes, feeling Ivan’s hands help her complete each rotation. 1, 2, 3… 4, 5. He wasn’t stopping.

She attempted to place her foot back down, but the speed of his turning made it difficult. Y/N’s stomach twisted, he knew who she was. More than ten spins later, he pushed her to the floor, leaving the girl dizzy as she was unable to keep up. Y/N quickly realized she didn’t grab the gun, and she couldn’t conceal any weapon under her ballet attire, so she had to rely on combat now.

“You made a mistake coming here,” Ivan finally spoke, his Russian accent now revealing itself. Y/N stood, steading her body as the lasting dizziness finally wore off. “And what, the Avengers sent a kid after me? What’s a dainty little ballerina going to do?”

“You made a mistake underestimating me.” Y/N asserted. Without hesitation, she threw the first punch. Ivan immediately reacted, the two of them moving back and forth trying to overpower each other.

She caught him by surprise, hooking her leg around his to bring him to the floor. But he quickly recovered, rolling to his feet and attempting to lock his arm around Y/N’s neck. She twisted his arm the other way just in time, avoiding the move.

They took turns gaining control of the fight, no clear winner could be predicted. And to the girl’s disadvantage, she kept sliding around in her pointe shoes, the awkward shape difficult to walk in. That’s when the idea came to her: I can use my pointe shoes, Y/N realized.

She ripped herself from Ivan’s hold, the two of them out of breath as they stood mere feet away. Ivan gave her a menacing look, almost giving away his idea at an advance. Before he could throw another punch, Y/N kicked him right in the head, her pointe shoe creating a loud crack as it made contact with his skull.

Ivan’s body hit the ground with a thud, finally unconscious. Y/N started to catch her breath, resting her hands on her hips as she talked to the team over comms. “Ivan’s down. Studio 3, he’s all yours.” Y/N spoke, glancing at the limp body of her target. She stepped over him to head towards the exit, noticing the annoying feeling of her pointe shoes now that she was walking instead of dancing.

Pulling them off, she laughed to herself. “It turns out pointe shoes do make great weapons.”

[macabr3-barbi3]

pretty wings (ch. 2) - Vox/fallen angel!Reader

HI EVERYONE THIS WAS GONNA BE A ONE SHOT BUT HERE WE ARE AGAIN LOL

Chapter 1

We peg the TV man that's the whole fic

Tags: Wing Kink; Angel Wings; Fallen Angels; Vaginal Sex; Fantasizing; Begging; Vox Has a Crush; Pegging; Light Dom/sub; cunnilingus; Verbal Humiliation kind of? reader isn't mean, she just calls him a slut and he's into it lmao

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Here was the thing- Vox had never felt so humiliated in his entire life.

At the same time, he didn’t think he had ever been closer to simply passing the fuck out from arousal. Sure, he got up to some shit with Valentino sometimes, but he was usually the one in control. Val got to dominate in the studio; with Vox he was coy and bratty but submissive, letting the TV demon do pretty much whatever he wanted even if he ran his fucking mouth the whole time.

So the situation Vox was currently in was a new one- stripped down to his boxers, his hands secured to the headboard with a couple strips of soft rope, hard as steel unable to do a damn thing about it. You hadn’t told him the plan yet, just knotted the rope with a coy smile and stepped away from him. It's more the anticipation of what’s to come that’s got him worked up more than anything else, really. You sat at the end of the bed between his feet, wings drooping to either side of your bare body so that he can see the back of your head and the lovely expanse of your back where the wings are connected. You’re perfect as you are, just out of his reach, ethereal in the moonlight that streams through his bedroom windows.

He can’t help but think you’d be more beautiful if you would fucking touch him already. “Doll,” he says softly, keeping his voice low and almost whimpery, the way you liked it. “I’m dying over here, baby- come touch me. Let me touch you.” He would settle for either- he could get himself off whether it was just pleasing you or coming inside your tight, wet pussy. Anything to keep the itchy feeling of inactivity from his limbs the way they were starting to feel now.

You don’t even look over your shoulder at him. “I didn’t hear the magic word, pretty boy,” you say, and his cock strains against the confines of his boxers, the faint glow of it evident through the thin cloth. Fuck, he loved it when you called him that- it should have felt demeaning, condescending, but you always said it with such a tone of sincerity that he couldn’t help but let it buzz pleasantly in his brain.

“Please,” he lets tumble from his lips- he’s had you warm his bed enough times to know that whining and wheedling would have no effect on you when you wanted something. “Please touch me- please, let me fuck you.”

This time you do turn, your profile elegant and your eyes glowing, your hands fiddling with something just out of his reach. “How about you let me fuck you instead?” You hold up the item in your hand, and his screen glitches when he notices the blue silicone with dark straps coming off of it.

He feels the flush that tints his skin purple start at the base of his TV head and spread, the blood in his veins almost itchy in embarrassment, in want. He had managed to take a couple fingers before- Val was a selfish prick and they usually did what he wanted, which was Vox fucking him into the mattress- but he wasn’t opposed to actually being penetrated by any means. Especially not with you; he couldn’t deny the rush of arousal that floods him at the thought. You would fuck him so well, and he would still get to have the visual of you with your wings spread out behind you which was his favorite thing in the fucking world.

You seem to mistake his silence for hesitation- you don’t know all of the details of his on-and-off thing with Valentino- and set the strap-on down, turning to crawl across the bed and kneel between his legs. “I’ll be real gentle with you, baby,” you whisper, fingers dancing up his shins and gripping his knees to push them apart slightly. You let them slide down his thighs towards his more sensitive parts and his cock jerks, the sight making your lips quirk up on one side. “Make it feel really good- have you ever…?” You trace your finger over the space between his cheeks over his boxers, and the exhale that punches out of his chest is broken and earnest.

“F-fingers,” he admits, his voice cracking in a way that makes him flush darkly. “With… with Val a couple times. But never fully- you know. And never with a woman.”

Your eyes flash red looking down at him, leaning forward so your right wing can dig into the bedside table and grab the bottle of lube, your hands pulling down his boxers and flinging them off the side of the bed. The snap of the cap is louder than it has any right to be when you open it and let some drizzle onto your delicate fingers. “I get to be your first on both counts, huh? I like that, Vox- like you were saving yourself for me. Like a precious little virgin.” The way you say his name has his hips canting up, erection heavy and bright against his stomach where it rests waiting for you, glowing an electric blue at the tip in the darkness of the room.

Your fingers dip out of sight then, fingers slick as they move against his skin and brush lightly over the sensitive ring of muscle hidden between his legs.

Your finger is insistent but soft where you rub against his entrance, spreading the lube and working him enough that you could push the tip of your finger inside of him. He groans, and once his mouth is open he can’t fucking close it, moans falling from him like a prayer as his screen glitches and crackles. You’re slow and meticulous pushing into him, careful not to move too fast or hard, flexing your finger just so-

“Ơ̷̴̪̪̝͈̥͈̆̀̚h̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔,” he groans, the pad of your finger grazing against his prostate- the couple of times he had done this with Val the moth was always too intense with it, treating him like one of his porn sluts that was used to the sensation. You kept the pressure light and teasing, your other hand coming up to stroke his prick where it was leaking against his skin.

Your finger slips out, another pressing against his entrance. “Can you take another, pretty boy?” He nods with a harsh exhale and you press in again, letting your digits slowly start to separate so he was properly prepared, properly stretched for you to fuck him with the silicone dick that lay forgotten to the side. His circuit board is fucked, parts of his face glitching out as he watches you shift on the bed, your wings trembling where they rest against the sheets. You notice him watching- with a flick they expand out behind you, large and full and fucking magnificent like they always were. “Ohhh, you like that,” you coo at him, brushing against his prostate again, and a strangled whimper falls out of him. “I could feel you clench down- you want more?”

With the press of a third finger you bring your wings forward, letting them trail over parts of your body that your hands couldn’t reach while they were occupied- the exposed undersides of his arms where they were tied at the headboard, along his throat, down his bare chest. He would never get enough of them, how pretty they were, how strong and agile they were; you could slit his throat with an angelic blade tomorrow and if you used your wings to do it he would thank you with his dying breath for letting him see them in action one last time.

You bend forward like you mean to take him into your mouth while your fingers move, and a garbled “d̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥ't͖͖̠̬͛!” has you pulling back, stilling inside of him and wings freezing. “Don’t, t-t͖͖̠̬͛o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞ close,” he mutters, his screen tinting with a blush. “I didn’t mean stop,” he says, the intensity of your gaze making him squirm against his restraints- he refers to the color system you had discussed. “Not red, but yellow. I just-”

“You wanna cum while I’m fucking you.” Your smile takes on a lecherous edge, your fingers resuming their slow, lazy pushes into the now pliant ring of muscle of his ass. “While someone is inside of you for the first time, huh? What a sweet, greedy slut.” You watch him closely for his reaction to that, which comes immediately- static sparks from his fingertips, red eye swirling, and this time he can feel the way he tightens down on your digits, bolts of mortification and arousal fighting for dominance as they both race through his whole frame. “Is that what you are?”

Vox feels the heat of his blood under his skin as he blushes everywhere besides his face. “Yes.” 

“Yes what?”

“Yes… sir?” He says hesitantly, and your laughter isn’t malicious but genuine, eyes crinkling at the edges with amusement. And even though he’s still hard as fuck and ready to get pegged, hopefully within an inch of his fucking life, he likes this, too- these softer moments you sometimes have when its just the two of you, when things aren’t so serious and you seem to let down your guard a little with him.

Still smiling, you squeeze at the base of his cock. “Cute,” you say, “but not what I’m looking for. Come on, pretty boy, what are you?”

His eyes clench shut, embarrassment forcing them closed even as he doesn’t fight the words when they spring forth. “A- a sweet, greedy slut,” he breathes out, and he’s rewarded with a more direct touch against his prostate, still not as intense as Val favored but more forceful than you’d been thus far. Vox’s mouth falls open, harsh pants escaping as he fights the urge to simply thrust into your hand and against the fingers inside of him. “Fuck, baby, p͔͔͚͉̬̋ͩ̾͗l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧa͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ.”

He’s empty suddenly, eyes flying open at your hand pulling away and leaving his entrance open, muscles fluttering around nothing as you reach for the discarded strap on. Your wings trace delicate lines down his limbs while you affix it to yourself- one end has a harsh upward curve and this you slide into your drenched cunt, a satisfied moan rumbling from your chest at the feeling- it makes his prick ache, not just lamenting that it wasn’t inside of you instead, but pleased that you would still be getting some pleasure from the act of fucking him. You take a moment to rub at your clit, head dropping back in pleasure and losing yourself in it for a moment before regaining your focus.

Properly strapped in (ha!) you line the other end of the fake blue cock up with his ass, a darker shade than his and not glowing down the length. He feels the pixels that make up his eyelids stutter closed, bracing himself for the initial push in- he was sure it would hurt at least a little but he could take it, would take it so well for you-

“Look at me,” you demand, and if he had lashes they would be fluttering as his eyes open. You’re poised between his legs, hands gripping his thighs to hold them apart. Your hips are gyrating slightly, trying to get friction from your end of the strapped on toy as you pull his legs up over your thighs, tilting his hips up at a better angle. “Beg for it,” you tell him, and his hands tighten on the rope around his wrists. “Come on, baby, ask me to fuck you for the first time. Let me make you feel good, Vox.”

And who is he to deny you? Especially when it’s something that he wants as well- wants it so badly he’s fit to burst, something in his head sparking and threatening to overwhelm him already, before you’ve even really begun. “Please,” he says, “please f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞- fuck me, baby, I want it-”

“Do you need it, Vox?” Your hips tick forward slightly, pressing against where he’s soft and pliant with the head of the strap. Resting there. Waiting. “Wanting it is well and good but I want you to fucking need it- need me inside of you like you need fucking breath. You’re a sweet, greedy slut by your own admission- tell me you need it.”

Where the fuck had you gotten such a filthy fucking mouth? “ N͔͔̥̺̞̿͊̇ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧd̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓ i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟t͖͖̠̬͛,” he says anyway, and he lets his tone get all whiny and soft. “Fuckin’ need it, doll, please give it to me- fuck, baby, f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔ m̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ, come on-”

“Tell me what you are.” You push forward again, the head of the cock slipping into him, and the cry that escapes him is loud and keening- if Val could hear him now he would have a mic and camera on him faster than the moth could say ‘action,’ always trying to get Vox into the studio, to ‘capitalize on how hot you are, amorcito.’ He never wanted to be treated like one of his whores, had threatened the pimp with painful dismemberment more times than he could count early into their partnership before he learned to shut the fuck up about it.

For you, though? “I’m- fuck, sweetheart, please-”

You slide your hand down his thigh, damp with sweat now, and wrap it lazily around his bright , aching prick. “Doin’ so well, Vox,” you murmur, and the praise in your voice has him taking in a shaky breath. “So fucking perfect, a little more and I’ll give you what you want. Come on, pretty boy- just for me, what are you?”

He meets your gaze, something that almost feels like tears dropping off his screen. He feels pinned under your eyes, his limbs not responding to his brain’s signals. He knows if he really wanted to stop that he could- he could say ‘red’ to bring everything to a halt if it was needed, but he didn’t want that. It might not have been his plan when you showed up tonight but now he wanted you to fuck him, goddamn it, and not be fucking gentle about it.

“I’m a s-sweet, greedy slut,” Vox repeats from earlier, and the smile you give him is nothing short of angelic. “Just for you. Please, baby, f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔ m̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ,  I need it-”

His words cut off with a groan as you press into him properly, the blue silicone unrelenting as it pushes in slowly, deeper than your fingers had gone, deeper than Val’s ever had. You’re moaning as well, the movement finally providing the friction inside of you that you needed to feel good, too. You stop every couple of seconds to make sure that he’s adjusting well, like his sounds weren’t enough to tell you that he was fucking fine, thank you very much, and enjoying every inch of the strap sliding into him.

Finally your hips are against his, both panting when you lean up and over him to kiss him. Your tongue slips in alongside his and he licks into your mouth, long muscle reaching further than yours can. You’re still against him, your body trembling but not thrusting into him yet; you’re tense, like the restraint you’re showing is harder for you to maintain than you thought it would be. Where his dick presses against your stomach you glow, the weird electrical elements of his body evident in his erection rubbing against your soft skin. The blue tint is beautiful on your complexion, illuminating scars that line the plane of your abdomen and thighs.

Vox bucks his hips up, harsh groan torn from his mouth at the motion when it drags the fake dick across his prostate- not directly touching it but gliding over it in a tantalizing way. “Come on, fuck me,” he begs, and tugs at his restraints. “Fuck me like I fuck you, baby, fuckin’ g̬̬̱ͩ͋͟͟i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟v̹̹̘̼̞̻͆ͩ̓ͪ͢ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟t͖͖̠̬͛ t͖͖̠̬͛o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞ m̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ.”

The sound that escapes you when you pull back and then shove your hips forward again is one that he’s going to burn onto a disc so he can put it in some kind of time capsule- open it back up in 500 years to remind himself of how sweet it was the first time. “Fuck, Vox,” you whimper, and there’s no trace of the dominating minx that he had come to know you as, always in control even in the throes of passion with him. His name was broken on your lips, your eyebrows creased as you stared down at him. “Fucking good, pretty boy, letting me fuck you- be the first one inside of you, fuck.” Your hips snap sharply against him, and its so fucking good he thinks he might cry, the pressure light and delicious against his prostate as your hips move. He knows you don’t feel it like you would if you had a real dick, that it’s most likely the mental element; that he wants you inside him, that he trusts you enough to let you do this, that he’s allowing you to have this control.

“Wish I could fuck you while you fuck me,” you moan into his mouth, the ends of your wings coming up to hold onto his wrists like the rose wasn’t doing a good enough job. “No idea how we’d manage that- but fuck, what I wouldn’t fucking give to have this inside of me.” You tighten your grasp on the base of his cock and he jerks in place, twitching in your grasp and leaking onto his stomach. “You think you can figure out some kind of tech for that?”

“Hah, I’ll see what I can do once you finish railing me.” He moves his hips into your thrusts, lets the toy hit deeper, his voice tearing out of him like there’s a hole in him letting it slip out. The familiar sensation of his balls drawing up and tightening is making his head fuzzy, orgasm just out of reach- not for long though, if you have anything to say about it. “Fucking me so good, baby, please-”

“Please what? Please let you cum on my fake cock like my favorite whore?” You release your grip on one of his thighs to push your hair back from your sweaty forehead, grin mischievous while you fuck into his willing body. “Gonna cum from your first time with someone inside of you?”

“Fuck yes,” he grunts, and the humiliation of your words contributes to that tension in his stomach that’s about to snap watching you lose yourself in the act of fucking him into his mattress, not to mention the sweet pressure against that bundle of nerves inside his ass every time your pelvis slams into the plush muscle. “Fuck, yes, g̬̬̱ͩ͋͟͟o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥn̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥa͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎ f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥ' c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡m̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠,” he manages before the coil snaps and his vision goes dark, the silhouette of your wings fully unfurled and illuminated by the lights outside the window the image that burns into the backs of his closed eyes when his screen goes dark.

He feels his cock pulse into your hand, spilling over your delicate fingers and onto his skin, dripping down to the tight skin of his balls. It lasts longer than he would have expected, and he’s trembling by the end of it, his limbs tense from the exertion.

You slow and stop, sliding out of him while his vision is still dark, the ring of muscle now loose and twitching without anything to fill him. There’s a rustling of the bedsheets and then lips on his screen, trailing around the edges of his face. A brush of feathers over a sensor on the side of his head brings him back online, and as soon as you’re sure that he can see again you bring your soiled fingers up to your mouth and lick them clean, making sure to push your tongue out so you can see the mess before you close them and swallow.

You haven’t cum yet, he realizes as you start untying him from the headboard, and as soon as he’s free he gets his hands on your shoulder and shoves, laying you out across his mattress.

And fuck if that wasn’t a sight he would never tire of; hooded eyes watching him from your lovely face, those fucking wings spread out underneath you like a butterfly pinned to a board. Before you can question him he ducks between your legs, drawing your legs up over his shoulders and immediately setting to work.

Vox laps at the wetness coating your folds before pushing his tongue into your slick cunt, the long muscle strong and flexing and making you cry out above him. His hands stay busy as well, making up for the lost time when he wasn’t able to touch you; fisting in your feathers, digging tiny cuts into the skin of your hips and thighs where he’s holding you. He could please you for-fucking-ever, never get tired of your taste on his tongue whether it was your pussy or your mouth, freshly fucked or cold and sweet from a vanilla ice cream you insisted on sharing with him when he took it from his stash in the freezer.

He strokes his tongue against that spot inside that always makes you grip him a little tighter, and he’s met in response with exactly what he wants, your hand flying down to grasp at his shoulders and your voice moaning into the night. He pushes a clawed finger to your clit and with a few strokes you’re coming undone, orgasm wracking through your body with a force that leaves your muscles twitching, walls pulsing around his tongue as he drinks your release down with a lewd slurp before pulling away when it seems like you couldn’t handle anymore.

He collapses next to you on the mattress and you immediately curl into his side, an arm flung across his chest and one wing coming up to drape over the both of you like a blanket. It was soft and warm, and Vox finds himself wondering what you had done your first couple of weeks in Hell- a lot of demons struggled to find a job or a place to stay for a while when they fell. Had you spent nights on the streets like this with only your wings for warmth?

He’s refrained from asking you too many questions since this thing had started between you- you seemed to value your privacy, hardly ever staying the night, not letting him come to your apartment, not coming out to any of the parties with the Vees that he invited you to. But he can’t deny the curiosity even as he knows he’ll never ask, that he’ll wait until you offer up the information on your own.

He tells himself he’s okay with the idea that that might never happen.

Vox is pulled out of his thoughts by the rumble of your voice against his chest, and when he looks down with a quirked eyebrow you roll your eyes. “Typical man,” you mutter, “not listening. I asked if I could stay the night.”

“Oh. Oh! Shit, yeah, doll, of course- I would hope you wouldn’t just up and run after giving me the best fucking of my afterlife,” he chuckles.

You shrug in his embrace. “You mean the only real fucking of your afterlife- so far, anyway.” He feels your lashes flutter against his chest, and when he looks down you have a sweet, pleading look in your eyes. “Think we could do it again?”

“Depends, are you gonna call me a slut every time?”

You smirk, the sensation of your mouth moving ticklish against his skin. “Only if you ask me to.” You’re quiet for a moment, then add, “you know, we don’t have to do the crazy kinky shit every time. We can do… you know, vanilla every once in a while. If you want.”

He smiles, knowing you can’t see him. “I can enjoy some vanilla every so often,” he tells you, and you relax imperceptibly in his hold. “But I’ll admit, I liked the teasing you put me through. Always making me discover new things about myself- and isn’t that the beauty of innovation and advancement?” 

“Ha, so you do keep me around for more than the wings and the mind blowing orgasms!”

He laughs and can feel your smile. “They’re a large contributing factor,” he says, “but I’m not so proud I can’t just admit I like having you around. I’d like to have you around more, if you want,” he adds, and while your muscles tense a bit you don’t pull away or freeze up in his arms. You don’t answer, but he figures no response is better than a bad one. You stay curled into his side and you both fall asleep, Vox making vague plans to get you into the shower with him to clean up when you’ve both awoken.

But when he wakes up you’re gone, no trace of you on the security cameras and a single black feather left on his sheets.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/55237840/chapters/143608657#workskin

[lucyfrostblade]

want a drabble? vote for ratgrundlr and submit your prompt. commit voter fraud once and get two drabbles!! prompt by @mazeyphaedra : really anything about ivy you’d want to write im down to read cc: @vortahoney for the "kipperlilly has a hot dad" agenda word count: 433

sent by ivy:

URGENT !! party meeting in 15 my place be there or be square this includes you kip

So, fifteen minutes later all the Rat Grinders gathered in Ivy's living room. The seating arrangement was painfully boring in Ivy's opinion—Lucy and Kipperlilly huddled together because apparently being murdered wasn't enough for Lucy to get over her crush. Whatever. Ivy wasn't jealous. Mary Ann sat on the floor, her Quokki Pet in her hand. Ruben sat next to Buddy on the couch that wasn't occupied by the world's most toxic lesbian situtationship.

Oisin, like always, stood next to Ivy in front of the TV. “You might be wondering why we gathered you guys here today.” He said,

“Not really. I figured we were just doing movie night.” Mary Ann said.

“You underestimate us, Skuttle. We're doing something so much better.” Ivy said.

Kipperlilly looked away from Lucy's eyes for the first time since they arrived and said, “Please explain how this is an urgent party meeting.”

“Maybe I'm taking a page from your playbook and I'm here to murder you all.”

Only Lucy laughed.

Truthfully, Ivy had spent far too much time getting this all together. “Oisin, please start the slideshow.”

The TV flickered on, and the other Rat Grinders saw the title screen for the first time.

“Which of the Rat Grinders has the Hottest Dad?” Ivy read out the title, using a pointer to emphasize each word. “Next slide.” She ushered Oisin on before the words could truly set in, but she saw Kipperlilly sat up a little bit straighter and tense up.

He clicked to the next slide. All chaos broke out then.

Kipperlilly lunged forward, or would've if she hadn't been tangled up with Lucy in the moment before. They both fell to the floor, the all too common sound of one of Lucy's joints popping out of place echoing in the room when she fit the hardwood flooring.

Normally, that would've stopped Kipperlilly, made her dawn over Lucy until she was sure Lucy wasn't about to drop dead. Again. But rage shined behind her eyes as she tried to get out of Lucy's grasp.

On the screen, the second slide was proudly displayed—a collage of photos of Kipperlilly's dad with a text banner reading And Why is it Kip's Dad centered across it.

“My dad is not fucking hot! Stop calling my dad hot!”

Ivy looked down at Kipperlilly and burst into laughter at the sight.

“No, Ivy's right. Your dad is hot.” Mary Ann added.

A mistake, truly, given she was the one now within striking range of Kipperlilly.

[inkmonster21]

Sing for Me

11. The Missing Songbird

Cooper Howard × Fem!Reader / The Ghoul × Fem!Reader

She's a singer the nation adores. He's the actor everyone respects. What happens when these two get entangled in a heated affair? Passion, regret, rage, and even murder will commence.

From before the bombs drop to the vast wasteland, these two souls live for one another.

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Series Masterlist

Tagged: @fallout-girl219 @harmfulb1tch @themadhattersqueen @one-of-thewalkingdead

(Y/n) (l/n) lay frozen in that chamber for centuries. Stuck in a dreamland where everything was perfect. He should’ve left her there. She had peace in a sleep filled with dreams that would never come true.

But he was bored. He wanted a life, and a family, and no one was letting her out on their own accord. So why not him? He already knew everything about her. He could praise her and provide a good life for her here in the Vaults.

Henry, now commonly known as Hank MacLean wanders to Vault 31. Searching row after row of frozen chambers until he came across what he was looking for. Posted up in the seat, blue lips, and frosted lashes (y/n) (l/n) lay undisturbed. He smiles, pressing all the needed codes for her release. He injects her with a syringe. Just a little memory wipe to make the process easier on his part. He transports her to Vault 33, setting her up on the metal examination table and hooking an IV into her arm. All he could do was wait. He wouldn’t be so bored anymore with her around.

~

I open my eyes but quickly close them again due to the bright white light. I reach out into the air, my body weak. “Help,” I whisper with the little energy I have in my bones. My throat was dry and my lips were numb. My vision comes soon after the feeling in my fingertips. I look down at myself, seeing a blue suit lined with yellow. I choak out a sob, not entirely sure of why I’m sad. I was so confused. I couldn’t remember anything. The overwhelming feeling of fear taking root.

I look around quickly through tear-soaked eyes. I’m lying on a table, an IV drip in my arm. I start to breathe heavily. Was I sick? Did I pass out? Where was everyone? Where was I?

Who am I?

Then I heard it, “You’re alright. Would you like some help sitting up?” A single voice that calmed the nerves. I looked up to see a man. A small, weak man, with a wide friendly smile, “My name, is Hank. Everything is okay. Do you remember where you were before you fainted? Why you were running?” I stare at him in confusion. I shake my head, covering my eyes. “I… I don’t remember anything.” Hank pressed a smile and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Well, you’re safe now. I’ll grab a tray of food and some water and be right back. You must be starving.” I feel my anxiety rising as he steps away. The fear of being alone again with unanswered questions claws at my brain. “Wait…” I reach for him, this stranger. “Would you stay? Please?” Hanks's smile spreads over his cheeks, “of course I will.”

Day after day Hank would arrive with breakfast, spending the hours of the day teaching me about the Vaults and how the community functions. It sounded like a dream. “I have your file from the Overseer of 31,” Hank excitedly says as he types away on his Pip-Boy. “So soon? I thought you said it would take them a week.” Hank smiles down at his screen. “It has your name.” A smile grows on my face.

A real name. My name! Something factual I could hold onto in this sea of uncertainty. I grab his arm tugging him close, looking down at the screen. I read the name slowly, the information warming my chest. “Melody Richards.” Hank smiles at me, “I think it’s a beautiful name.”

I sit with a grin, content with being Melody. Content with being someone.

“Everyone will love you, Melody,” Hank reassured me as he walked us down the corridor, arm in arm. Vault 33 had put together an entire function just for me. To welcome me into their community.

Life was good. I felt right at home in Vault 33 with Hank. He took care of me. He made sure I was always happy. It was hard for me to believe sadness was still an emotion I could have. We married soon after, and my days were happy. I was assigned to teaching, which I was surprisingly good at. Maybe I was a teacher in my past life. It had been a year and Hank and I were just so happy. The daily routine is memorized by my brain. Every day just like the last. A predictable happy day. Until one individual day when everything changed.

“Girls, is there something you’d like to say,” I ask politely as a group of 3 girls. The bell has rung, and class is over, but yet they remain in their seats. They giggle as they look at me. I feel myself shrink. Was something on my face?

Becca, a 13-year-old girl with long blonde hair smiles at me. “You look just like Mary from that movie we just saw last night. She’s so pretty.” I tilt my head, “I didn’t know I missed movie night! I wish I had known.” The girls jump in excitement, “We’re about to go watch it again! Do you want to come? We need a chaperone anyway.”

It was only 3:00, I didn’t have to make dinner for another hour or so. I could use a little break. I shrug my shoulders, “Sure, why not? Lead the way, girls.”

They skipped down the hall telling me all I needed to know about the film. “So Mary is a singer and she works for this bad guy who owns the club. Bill, the detective is trying to catch the club owner but falls for the singer in the process. He saves her and then she tells him off! And he chases her in the rain! They are so cute! Ugh! I wish I could meet someone like that.”

We take our seats in the theater, waiting for the picture to roll. The screen lights up, and a nightclub scene appears. The picture drifts to a stage where a stunning young woman walks through the curtain. She begins to sing. Her voice swims through the room beautifully. I watch in amazement as she belts the song. I wish I could sing like that.

A man enters to club and is instantly taken by Mary. She sings to him, reaching out. He trails from table to table until he takes a seat in the very front. She walks down sits on his table and finishes her song. The man smiles at her. It warms my chest to see a new love.

I did look similar, but in no way was I more than a resembling face to the old actress.

At the dock Bill pulls her away from gunfire, shielding her in the street. “You have to go, Mary.” She shakes her head, “I told you. I can handle myself.” He turns to her, cups her cheeks, and brings her in close for a passionate kiss. “I know you can, but if you get hurt. I won’t be able to handle myself.” He stroked her cheek lightly.

In such focus, I don’t think twice about the cold ghostly touch on my own cheek. I watch in a trance as they express their feelings. I run my fingertips over my lips, feeling a light tingling. What a reaction! This film was something else. The two actors sold the roles. They acted just like they really loved each other. The film finished and I was hooked.

The next few days I rented every film and every record by (y/n) (l/n). I danced in the kitchen as I made dinner. Spinning around I place the meal into the oven.

Hank walks in, a confused look present. I giggle and grab his hands. “Dance with me.” I hum lightly to the song as I attempt to get him to join. He doesn’t. Instead, he walks over to the radio and turns the record off. I watch him, and an unfamiliar clench in my chest rises. His eyes bore into mine. “Melody, where did you get that?” His stare is lined with a nervous smile. “The library. They’ve started renting out movies and records now.” He nods as he watches me. I return to cooking dinner silently. I turn my head to look at Hank. He reads the back of the record case with furrowed brows.

The cover stands out. She really was beautiful. Clad in a silky red dress, her hair done nicely, and makeup to perfection. “Some of my students said I look like her.” I smile at the thought of being that stunning. Hank looks at me, no expression on his face. “I don’t see it.” He gathers up the films and records into a pile. “I’m not a big fan of this type of thing. You’re so much better, Melody. I don’t want you to get a complex." Hank exits the vault without another word.

The right thing to do would be to listen to him. he was my husband and the voice of reason in the dynamic. However, I can hear someone. Someone deep down calling out. Begging me to sing those songs. I lay in the bed staring blankly at the wall. Someone won’t let me rest. Someone is clawing at my skin from the inside out begging to escape. I look at Hank. The man I had come to know seemed like a stranger. Such an out-of-character act for him. He loved music, any type.

I feel the haunting pull. Forcing me to get out of bed and slowly creep down the illuminated hall. I wonder, feeling my feet carry their way. I stop at the doors to the theater. The invisible tug pulls me into the room. The only light was upon the stage. A ghostly smile grows on my face as I advance to the stage. I stand on the elevated wooden floor, looking out over the rows of seats.

I can’t explain why or how, but I began to sing. A song I had never known or heard begins rolling out of my mouth. Emotion taking over my body. This lost soul pulling their way to the light.

“I can hear you but I won't

Some look for trouble while others don't

There's a thousand reasons I should go about my day

And ignore your whispers, which I wish would go away”

I see the mist of a figure seated in the middle. His eyes are bright and his smile is wide. He feels so familiar. Something inside myself was wrong. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t a singer. I wasn’t a performer.

“You're not a voice, you're just a ringing in my ear

And if I heard you, which I don't, I'm spoken for I fear

Everyone I've ever loved is here within these walls

I'm sorry, secret siren but I'm blocking out your calls

I've had my adventure, I don't need something new

I'm afraid of what I'm risking if I follow you”

The figure is closer now, allowing the light to bleed into their frame. He stands from his seat, taking slow steps towards the stage. I fall to my keens awaiting him. It was the only thing that felt right.

“What do you want? 'Cause you've been keeping me awake

Are you here to distract me so I make a big mistake?

Or are you someone out there who's a little bit like me?

Who knows deep down I'm not where I'm meant to be?”

It’s him. The man from the films. He pulls himself onto the stage, cupping my face in his palms. The warmth of his hands has me believing he’s real. He’s here with me.

“Don't you know there's part of me that longs to go

Into the unknown

Into the unknown

Into the unknown”

I cling to him as I sing. His smile couldn’t widen anymore. His eyes dazzling as he watches me. His touch pulled the lost soul to the surface. Pulling her out and tossing Melody inside the cage.

This has been an entire trick. I see my entire past in his orbs. The movie, the secret meetings, the months of sadness, the party, the divorce, the engagement, Barb, and Vault Tech…

I breathe heavily as I finish the song. I stare at my hands I allow a tearful laugh to escape. I'm back... I'm me... The heavy weight of the unknown universe is gone.

It's just Cooper and I. I look up expecting to see him, but I'm alone. "Cooper?" I call out only to be met with my echo. The doors in the back open swiftly. I smile watching his figure walk down the dark path.

"Cooper." I go to run into his arms, but I stop at the sound of the voice, "You just couldn't leave it alone. Could you?" Hank advances the stage, stalking me with his eyes. "Henry." I back away with each step he takes.

"Where is he?" He shrugs, "Probably dead." He extends a hand, "Why don't you just come back with me? We have a good life." I shake my head, my back hitting the lush red curtains. "You tricked me!" Henry tosses his head back with a dark laugh. "I saved YOU!"

He lunged at me, grabbing my frame in his grasp. I scream as I struggle against him. "No!" I kick against him, "I'm not going back!" Tears fall from my eyes, "COOPER!" I ball as I violently thrash against Henry. He pulls out a syringe from his pocket. Shaking his head he holds me down. "I've got an idea on how to make you more... compliant." He stabs the needle into my neck. Second after second, I feel my limbs weaken. I fought to keep my eyes open, but I lost. Falling into my death that was disguised as a restful slumber.

~

Hank MacLean buzzed around the lab, watching the machine craft such a perfect specimen. “She’s beautiful.” He whispers lowly, in shock, he had never seen such an astonishing creation.

Fastened in a tube lay a newly built machine, recreated from past generations, but was lost, until he reconstructed it… reconstruccted her. He recreated her from the ruins she once was. Sitting in the dark storage unit, rotting away in the grave of all the failed experiments and equipment. Where the past had failed the future will succeed.

The young Hank overlooked the newly finished machine. She was sparkly. Her skin was smooth, her lashes long, her cheeks the color of rose, her lips plump, makeup drew on to perfection. She looked just like she did in the movies.

With one finger he types a single code into the computer system with haste. As the shield opens fog rolls out of the tube, kissing the floor. Her eyes open, knitting her brows together. A calmness washed over her. She steps out of the chamber completely nude. She smiles at the small madman. “Hi there, I’m, Melody. How can I be of assistance, Mr. MacLean?”

She was easier to… control. Hank had an easy life in the vaults, mostly because his synthetic humanoid wife listened to his every command without question She cooked his favorite meals, and cleaned until the home was spic can span. She was the perfect wife. What else could he want?

Short answer? He wanted Rose. One of the newcomers in a trade with Vault 32. He had become obsessed with her. Her beauty was impeccable. Not fake like Melody’s drawn-on liner. She was the sweetest creature he had ever come to know. Rose was made for him. Unlike Melody who Hank crafted to fit his narrative. However, this had to be fate. No one had made his heart beat like Rose. That night as he returned home for dinner. He had a plan. One final act and he would be free to woo Rose. To have and to hold her forever. He just had to get rid of Melody first.

He hauled her mechanical body to the top floor, disposing of her and all of the remaining items. Her belongings, movies, albums, clothes. Anything Hank had hidden away to shield the truth from her. It worked for some time. He wanted more. He had the perfect wife, but he wanted real raw emotions. Yes, she has a real brain and a heart, but it never truly belonged to him. She would forever feel the attachment to the old actor long gone with the land.

He set everything down with a huff. He took one glance at her cold emotionless face before looking down at his wrist to input the codes. The codes to shut her off, to put her to death once and for all.

Just as he brings his finger down to hit the last number, his finger curls around his hand, and forcefully turns it upwards. The synthetic copy of (y/n) holds Hanks's wrist with a bone-crushing grip. She leans in, dark eyes as she bends his wrist to look at the screen.

“You were going to shut me off?” She twitches her head. An internal battle raged in her mind. Two lives battle for dominance, but clash together in a confusing mixture. Hank yelps as he tries to hit the last number, but she is faster. She quickly breaks his other wrist. He screams in agony, glaring at her. “You bitch!” He grits his teeth as he tries to grab ahold of her. She kicks him in the face knocking him out cold.

Get the box and go.

Get the box and go.

Get the box and go.

Get the box and go.

She twitches as she grabs the box in her hands.

Run.

Run.

RUN!

The internal voice screams the commands. She swiftly opens the vault door, the sunlight shining in blinding her. She doesn’t look back at the sorry excuse of the man who had created such a machine. She left in search of something unknown.

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Fujin x Adopted Reader: Movie

(Don't ask why I had this image saved)

Oh wow, a third fic of reader being Windwolf's child? (1. Special Guest 2. Flashback)

Context: Nightwolf had to leave the house and thinks it's a good time to socialize you with the other father. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...and she's still not quite... used to people. Try not to overwhelm her." You pretend to not hear Grey Cloud say that as you were seated on the couch watching yourself in the black screen of the television.

"Don't worry, Nightwolf, she will be safe with me." Fujin softly reassures him. Afterwards, you hear the door close and the anxiety creeps in. As an awkward person, you hate awkward moments. You just hoped Nightwolf would be back soon.

The friendly god sighs and walks in the living room where you were and delivers a smile to you. "Hello, Y/n."

"Hi."

Fujin already knew you'd be shy, though this isn't the first time meeting. No worries. He'd try to make you feel safe and comfortable around him as time goes on, but as of right now, he knows a way to began the bond. Young ones like you like TV, right?

"Soooo, I may have a proposal on what we can do while Nightwolf is away."

You look at him to see what it is he has in mind. You now realize he has something behind his back. With his excited expression, he presents to you a movie case. Though rarely anyone uses discs, you knew he's trying his best. You read the title on the case. Ninja Mime.

"Have you heard of Johnny Cage? Your father and I've worked beside him previously." Fujin asks. He seems very enthusiastic. Maybe he's a huge fan? A lot of people are, but it's surprising even a god would fangirl over him.

"Yeah." You shrug. "I don't think Nightwolf likes him too much."

"Well, he's not here at the moment. Why not watch this film? It's very entertaining!" The wind lord urges on. Screw it, if that's what he wants to watch with you, how could you say no to a face like that?

"Okay." You agree and watch him look at the TV set up with confusion.

"... So how do I set the film up?"

Right, he wouldn't know how to work a disc console, let alone turning a TV on.

"Oh, my bad." You sprung up and helped him set the movie up. As the film starts, you rush to the kitchen. Fujin is confused at first but he shrugs it off, beginning to watch the TV. A few moments later, you return with a bowl of popcorn.

"For you." You set it in front of him. You then took your seat next to him.

"Oh, thanks Y/n." He looks at the huge snack bowl. "We're sharing, right?"

You nodded quietly before facing the TV.

During the movie, you were very quiet and rarely reached for the popcorn, meanwhile Fujin, he cracked up at certain parts of the movie, other parts sighing with whatever intended emotion any audience were to feel. You felt awkward you weren't that expressive like he is.

But it wasn't unnoticed how dead quiet you were throughout the whole hour. As the credits rolled, you paused the movie, and that's when Fujin spoke up.

"Was the movie good? You're so quiet." He looks at you with care.

"Yeah. I was just focused on it."

"Very well... Are you okay?"

You held his gaze there for a moment. "Yeah... I'm just introverted. Why?"

The handsome white haired man looks to the side. "I recall attempting to ask Nightwolf about your story. I only remember him telling me a second time he took you out the Black Dragon... He wouldn't tell me anything else."

Your brows furrowed and you looked to the side. "Yeah... I don't wanna talk about it."

Fujin softly rubs a hand across your back. You could use the comfort. "Very well. But you know you can talk to me too right? If Nightwolf isn't available, or you need someone else. He wants you to have someone else other than him, you know."

You only just nod at his reassurance. It's helpful for you however.

"Do you have any questions or concerns?"

Thinking briefly, you in fact did have a question. You turn to him with suspicion.

"Are you going to be my mom?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'll let you guys choose Fujin's reaction to that question ;)

Anyways question for everyone: How y'all liking the series?👀I may do shorts

[thetxtdevil]

Office Meeting

Soobin x Reader

summary: office worker soobin doesn't fulfill his boss’s request and that sends him to the boss's office for a lesson.

content: SMUT, office setting, dom!fem reader, sub soobin, semi-public sex, restraints, teasing, oral (m.rec), slight f. masturbation, no protection

word count: 1.6k

a yawn and a stretch away from the snooze button, soobin turns off the annoying sound, lifting himself up to hang his feet over the bed. he rubs his tired eyes then turns to look at your beautiful sleeping figure on the other side of the bed. soobin walks away from the bed slips a pair of boxers on and drags his feet to his kitchen.

slumped over the coffee maker hoping the bitter scent wakens his eye. as soobin pours coffee into two mugs he feels arms wrapping around his waist.

"oh shi- you scared me y/n" he says trying to grab a paper towel to clean a few droplets of the brown liquid.

"sorry love,,, how was your sleep?" you say burying your face into his back.

"good thanks to you"

you both smile as you remember the night of constant pleasurable fun. soobin turns his body to look at you handing you your cup.

"do you want to do a quickie before going to work?" you ask

"i'll be late, sweetheart" he caresses your now pouting face

"come one you've been doing so well at work, being late just this once wouldn't matter, besides your boss will probably excuse it"

soobin stays silent, although he's addicted to you and your body he wants to be professional. he kisses your lips before he slips out of your arms and starts getting ready.

both of you are now cleaned up and getting into proper clothing. as you watch your handsome boyfriend button up his white shirt you start searching for a tie for him. looking at a grey patterned tie you bring it to soobin.

"i think you will dapper in this"

soobin agrees and lets you tie the accessory around his neck. he stares at you with loving eyes thinking how enduring you are biting your lip in concentration. once you were done with the tie you look up at him. his gaze made your cheeks heat up.

"are you sure you don't want a quickie before you leave?" you smirk

both of you lean into each other in a deep kiss. soobin begins to palm every part of your body. you start to unbutton his shirt, but soobin was quick to catch himself from going too far. he grabs your hand and stops the session.

"sorry y/n, i have to go."

soobin grabs his wallet and keys, then says his goodbyes. leaving you frustrated in a permanent pout.

---

soobin enters his workplace trying to be focused for the day, but the actions that happened before he left the house made him want to go back. soobin clocks in, gets into his cubical, he sighs, what to do first? he logs-in the computer, scrolling through emails, then he hears a psst... he turns his head to see his work buddy kai peaking his head above the cubicle trying to get soobin's attention.

"the boss walked in looking mad, i wonder who pissed her off today"

soobin smirks, when is the boss not in a bad mood. soobin gets started for the day, his eyes already hurting from the screen time. after feeling like hours, soobin looks at the time and it was only going on noon. he leans back on his chair but then straightens up when he sees the boss's assistant walking over.

"hello yeonjun, is there something you need?" soobin asks.

"the boss wants you in her office ASAP" yeonjun says with little fear in his eyes.

rolling his chair back, soobin stands up slowly making his way to the office. he wishes that he wasn't tall at that moment as every worker stares at him. soobin makes it the boss's door and takes a deep breath then twist the door knob.

"you wanted to see me, boss" soobin says while standing awkwardly at the office entrance.

the big boss's chair was turned to the window looking out over the city.

"yes mr. choi i'd like to congratulate you on your job well done so far"

the chair spins around to reveal you wearing your pout, you wave your hand to indicated soobin to sit in the chair in-front of your desk. you straighten a printed document of his, fixing your glasses to read it closely.

"thank you miss l/n"

you look at the tall man through hooded eyes.

"however,,, i haven't been liking your attitude"

"i beg your pardon?" he says flustered

"this morning, i remember that i asked you for something and you denied me, your boss"

"i- i thought,, i didn't,,," soobin stutters watching you climb out of your chair to walk over the office door to lock it.

"don't strain yourself my love" you were now at his chair looking down at soobin "only thing i can do to fix your actions is to teach you a lesson"

soobin's lips were sealed shut not wanting to say anything wrong. he watches your every move. somehow every simple movement being displayed from you was quite sexy to him. taking off your glasses, undoing a few buttons of your blouse, struting towards the man and then sitting on his lap one leg on either side of his hips.

"now are you going listen or disobey me" you whisper in his ear.

"i-i'm going to listen to you boss"

you smirk at his answer. starting to leaving kisses along his jawline to his neck. soobin squirms at feeling immediately feeling up your body. you lightly slap his hands.

"no touching" you command

already knowing that soobin wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself you loosen his tie. distracting soobin by making out with him you release this tie from his collar and grab his hand to tie his wrists together. soobin whines just now noticing that he really can't touch you. his frustrations make him even more needy.

"you're such a handsome employee mr. choi" you claim as you unbutton his shirt, happy that you won't get interrupted this time "your girlfriend at home must be very satisfied"

soobin only answers with a hum as your lips were locked together. you lean back to get a gorgeous view of the man. soobin was sitting there, arms tied behind him, unbuttoned shirt exposing his soft abs, his disheveled hair, and a straining tent amongst his trousers. you moan at the sight. removing yourself from soobin's hips, you stare into his eyes as you lower yourself to your knees. still staring at him, you notice his chest heaving as you slowly unbuckle his belt and lower his zipper.

"what should i do, suck you off, palm you, or just simply stare?"

"anything just do something"

you tsk at his answer "this is the attitude i don't like"

"please y/n, please give me head"

the lewd politeness gives you pride. oh how you love seeing him like this. you lower everything thats covering his girth and instantly wrap your lips around his dick. soobins head tilts back letting out a loud groan. he tries to get his hand to comb through your styled hair but he was reminded of his disciplined restraints. soobin then starts to thrust into your mouth trying to get into your throat but you were quick to stop your motions.

"i want you to stay still" gripping his hips hard.

soobin says his weak apologies and you continue to bounce your head on his dick. soobin loved the feeling of your lips and tongue against his cock. he starts to feel the desperate urge of release. you could tell by his small movements and whines. right when the man was about to burst you remove your head.

"wha- what happened?" soobin huffs at you

"don't you remember you're getting a lesson right now"

you stand up, bunching up your pencil skirt, showing soobin your lack of undergarments. you hop on your desk and spread your legs, heels digging into the wood of the surface, giving soobin a good aspect of your soaking pussy. you reach a hand over your leg and slip your fingers into your folds. the drooling man launches forward to you instantly lining his dick to your occupied hole. you look up at him slightly surpised by his fast movements.

"please untie me y/n and let me show you that i can be good to you."

you give him a content smile. you take your hand away from your center to untie soobin's restraints. at once he grips your hips and starts drilling himself into you. although you wanted to give more of your bossy behavior to him, his cock felt too good. soobin always knew how to fuck you good and knew where that certain spot inside is to make you let out those pretty moans of yours.

papers on your desk were being shifted, the desktop was wobbling, the desk was going off center, there was no doubt that people could hear what type of meeting the two of you were having. soobin's restraints and being teased worked him up so much at the thrust were deep and fast. soon the hand that was holding your torso up was becoming weak, soobin held your back with one hand. his thrusts were becoming more staggered yet still strong.

"bin-nie i'm going to-"

soobin shook his head and all at once both of you came leaving some documents in need of reprinting. soobin kept his hand around you, burying his head in your neck. when the both of you settled down from your high, the both of you started fixing each other. soobin tucks his shirt watching you walk to your purse to retrieve your lacy panties. you look over at soobins stare,

"what, i have to be somewhat professional"

he smiles shaking his head while buckling his belt.

"do you want to stay at my place again tonight?"

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

[yumeka-sxf]

I would have included this scan with my recent miscellaneous collab scans post, but I decided it deserves its own post, not just because it's one of the loveliest official Twiyor illustrations I've seen, but also because the story of how I got it is...interesting 😅

This image is from the chara fine graph (which is basically a framed picture) that was included as a preorder bonus for buying the complete season 2 blu-ray set from a shop called Rakuten Books (together with badge pins of the same designs). I briefly mentioned it back in October of last year when season 2 was airing, along with preoder bonuses from other shops like Animate and Amazon. I only wanted to get this one though, so as per my usual process of trying to secure rare SxF goods, I made a note to myself to keep an eye out for when it released. Rakuten, which I believe is the main company for Rakuten Books, has their own proxy buying service, and as the season 2 blu-rays were released, I saw them appearing there. But as noted on their main site, the condition for them to send you the chara fine graph is that you must preorder all of the three season 2 blu-ray discs from them. Once you buy the third one, if they know that you've already bought the others, then they'll send you the preorder bonuses along with it.

I was concerned that if I bought the discs via proxy, they wouldn't know that I bought all three and would cancel my order at the end! I would be devastated if that happened after waiting months and spending all that money on the complete set. I knew people would sell the chara fine graph second-hand as soon as it released, so I decided to wait until then and try to find it on Mercari.

So the months went by and eventually I found out that the final blu-ray volume of season 2 would release on April 17th, 2024. I made a mental note to check Mercari for it then, but unfortunately something else released around that same time...CODE: White in the US, which had its first screening on April 18th. Admittingly, I got distracted by the CODE: White release and had seen it twice by the following weekend. I did do some preliminary searching for the chara fine graph, but not with my usual refined search terms. It wasn't until the 21st that I finally sat down and really started searching for it. And while I did find a few listings, they had already been sold.

I was hopeful that more people would sell it, since it had only been less than a week since release. But I guess I underestimated how popular this chara fine graph was because, after the initial five listings I saw that were sold within the span of a few days, none appeared after. I had, like, ten Mercari tabs open on my browser with different search terms that I refreshed many times a day, but nothing was showing up. I would groan whenever I'd see the preorder bonuses for the other shops like Animate and Amazon pop up, but not Rakuten Books. I did finally see one new listing of someone selling just the badge pins, but that was sold within a few minutes, which made me even more nervous. I would also be nervous getting up in the morning since I didn't want to see that a new listing was posted and sold while I was sleeping! Thankfully I work from home so it wasn't too much of an inconvenience for me to refresh the Mercari tabs on my personal computer whenever I had a minute. But as the days went by and I didn't see any new listings, I started getting mad at myself that if I had only started seriously searching for it right on release day, I would have had at least five chances to get it and could have saved myself this hassle. I even sent a message to Rakuten Books via their online form, asking (in Japanese) if they could somehow sell it to me and ship internationally, etc. But their response was pretty much what I expected...a polite "no."

But then, on the evening of May 4th, I found a new listing and immediately bought it! What should have been a red flag though is that the person was selling it for $30 (with the badge pins included), while everyone else had been selling it from around $80-$100. The title they gave to the item was weird too; they simply called it "Spy Family" instead of "Spy Family Chara Fine Graph" or "Spy Family Rakuten Books Bonus" or something descriptive like that. But the seller had a decent rating so I didn't think there was a problem. After I got the email from Buyee (my proxy service) that they successfully bought the item, I thought I was all set. I closed out all my search tabs and went to bed feeling satisfied.

However, when I got up the next morning, my heart sank when I saw that about an hour after I had gone to bed, Buyee sent me another email saying that they refunded and cancelled my order! The reason they gave was "due to the convenience of the seller" 😫

But what was most frustrating about this is that, when I checked the searches again, I saw that the same seller had relisted the item, with a higher price and more descriptive title, and it had been sold already. What probably happened is that the seller realized they made a mistake with the title and price of the listing and wanted to change it, which Mercari apparently allows them to do even after it had already been sold and paid for!

I was furious with Mercari for allowing this. The least they could do in a situation like this is give the original buyer, like, one day to buy the item again with the increased price before the seller is allowed to relist it again. I wanted to write to the seller and/or Mercari, but I wasn't able to make a Mercari account since it's restricted to Japan. I was also internally yelling at myself that if I had just started searching for it within a day or two of release instead of procrastinating, I could have avoided all this. So it was back to square one, but I wasn't going to give up! I opened up more search tabs with even more refined search terms. I also expanded to other proxy-supported shops like Surugaya and Yahoo Japan Auction. I even got my mom to help me, since she's often up in the middle of the night and can check in case anything is listed during that time while I'm asleep. I downloaded the Buyee app too so I could check listings even if I was away from my computer. With all this, I was hopeful I'd be able to buy it again, though it was more of a question of "when" than "if." With second-hand collectibles, you never know when they could pop up...I could find a new listing the next day, or not for a year or two. But I just kept up the searching, and finally, after another month went by, on June 3rd (June 4th in Japan, so technically Twiyor day 😁) I finally found it again...on Yahoo Japan Auction of all places!

I had never bought via auction before so I was a bit nervous I'd get outbid or something. But I immediately clicked the "pay buyout price option" (which was only a few dollars more than the original price) and, thankfully, a short while later Buyee informed me that I successfully won the auction! But after what happened before, I was still paranoid that it could get canceled for whatever reason. But that didn't happen, and after waiting for shipping, it finally came~

I always like to add a "lessons learned" in these situations, so I'd say the lesson here is don't be blasé or procrastinate when it comes to something you really want. And of course, being persistent pays off more than not!

[earlgreyteaforme]

I can emote now. I blame Tom Cruise.

In 2023, I started discussing with my therapist why I always felt I couldn’t emotionally connect with people or things. I felt like I was constantly numb and never able to truly feel the way other people seemed to. As we talked about it more, we started to use the example of film. I love film, I love going to the movies, I love seeing new stories. And yet, even with film, I was deliberately cutting myself off from experiencing new things by curating what it was I was watching.

Any film I wanted to see, I would commit to researching BEFORE I would consider watching it, just to make sure there was nothing in there that could hurt me. I was trying to avoid being hurt, being emotional, being sad, etc., basically all the things that I was complaining about not being able to experience in my real life. See the connection?

Because of this, I would deliberately avoid movies that I knew would make me feel anything that I viewed as negative. I didn’t want to experience these emotions without being able to control the exact time/place/situation that I could potentially experience them. Movies that I wasn’t sure about, I would check the IMDb parents guide, I would read the synopsis on Wikipedia, or I would google reviews and summaries that told me exactly what happened in the film. This had the added side effect of me never being surprised or truly hit by a cleverly or well-structured narrative. Kind of ironic, given my love of a good story was the real reason I loved film to begin.

Obviously, there were some caveats to my avoidance, which I can only assume is why I wasn’t totally dead inside. For instance, I knew what to expect from a RomCom, so I never had to look those up. I knew what would happen in an MCU film so I could trust that the worst the filmmaker could do to me was make me feel a little bored (even though I was definitely avoiding that feeling too when it came to some drama or real-life films).

So, how did we fix this? Well, the easy remedy was: WATCH MORE MOVIES. But how do you go from covering yourself in as much protection as possible to jumping into the deep end and exposing yourself to everything you’ve been avoiding for most of your life?

The answer was to use a security blanket. Now, I still don’t know if this was the healthiest option for me, but I stand by it… because it worked. At the time of this third-life-crisis, one of my absolute favourite films was Top Gun: Maverick (still is, it’s a damn masterpiece). The film is fun, and energetic, it has a great story, fantastic characters that are very well executed in such a small amount of screen time. The action, the writing, the commitment to authenticity in creating the film, made this the perfect film for me. Add this to my first experience seeing the film (in a Gold Class cinema with my Aunt (who ADORES 80s films), and other family members, and suddenly there are very few things more comforting to me than watching this film. So why not use that feeling to my advantage?

There were some names I knew in the cast, such as Miles Teller (who I had to work really hard to separate from his performance as the cowardly Peter from Divergent), and Glen Powell (whose career I have been undeservingly proud of since developing a soft spot for his performance in Set it Up), and then there were some faces I recognized without knowing their names, like Monica Barbaro (FUBAR is fantastic, I will fight for this opinion) and Lewis Pullman (who I would later realize is one of THE most talented Nepo babies I have ever witnessed on a screen).

So, I started to use these actors as the security blanket that I needed. I worked through their IMDb pages, watching the films listed, even if they only had as much as one line, all without researching them before I dove in headfirst. As I started to deplete their filmography, I started to add more people to my list of credit watching – some associated with the film, others that I had previously enjoyed performances from or had watched more recently in my newfound movie watching tally. And slowly, I started to feel and even enjoy the emotions and the unexpectedness of these stories.

In 2023, I watched 86 films I hadn’t seen before, most of which I wouldn’t even considered before this experience. In 2024, my aim is to watch 366 – one a day… and, as of June, I am on track to hit that target.

I can honestly say that this has been a life-changing experience for me. I no longer shy away from films that hold interest to me out of fear. From random films on Netflix to movies I happen on by chance or in the theatre, I know that I am entirely capable of sitting and enjoying the experience of each new story (even if I end up thinking the film is shit).

And, even better, this has translated so well into my real life. I’m no longer afraid to take risks or try new things out of fear. Slowly, but surely, the numbness has melted away and I have been able to experience so many new things, that I previously would have avoided, because of this.

I will always be immensely grateful to these actors in my security blanket, even if every film they make from here on out is the worst thing to grace cinema since From Justin to Kelly. I highly doubt these people will ever know that I exist, let alone the huge impact they’ve had on my life, but what they have done for me is incalculable.

My entire outlook on life has changed, and its all thanks to a therapist, a hobby, and a film about a bunch of (definitely gay) pilots.

[worstloki]

saw someone on twitter say "one of the main characters in a loki show should have been thor odinson, not some random Sylvie or Mobius.

...... It's like a written law"

wdyt do you agree

I don't think it was necessary to make Thor a main character in a Loki show, the same way it WOULD be possible to throw together a Thor movie without having Loki be a main focus.

The issue comes in the quality of the narrative itself, and writing that if evidently without intention to care for (whichever) main character's importance will not work out. Neither the Loki series nor Thor 4 cared about the arc, motivations, history, or continuity of the titular characters beyond trying to make the media marketable.

Overall messaging can add a layer to the impact a story will have. Musical score can be a bonus way to control tone or tie a story together. Supporting cast can be vital to tell a good story. Prioritising their presence over anyone's (especially Loki's) characterisation is what the Loki series suffered from, not that other, original-adjacent characters were there.

[designernishiki]

I feel like I liked yakuza 5 a lot more than most people for some reason

[timey-fandom-stuff]

you ever have a dream so unbelievably cool that when you wake up you just about screech in rage that it ended too early...