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Insufferable: 12 Days of Smut #2

Bucky Barnes x Reader One-Shot

Summary: You and Bucky get separated from Sam and Sharon during a mission in Madripoor and are stranded in a motel room until you can get in touch with them again. How do two sworn enemies pass the time?

Warnings: profanity, teasing, fingering, possessive!Bucky, oral sex (male receiving), slight face fucking, female masturbation, unprotected sex, praise, some use of y/n, hate sex, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires any other warnings.

Word Count: 5.7k

A/N: I feel like this one is better than yesterday's but idk. @littlemiss-yeehaw helped me make some executive dialogue decisions and helped keep Bucky as the hot little shit that we all know him to be.

Power Broker is watching. You’ve read the spray-painted words on the wall a million times now as you stand in the dark alleyway, telling yourself over and over again that picking a fight with Bucky isn’t going to make your current situation any better. Even if it is his fault that you’re miles from where you should be, being chased by god knows how many bounty hunters, and so far from Sharon and Sam that your comms aren’t even working at this point. Fuck it, you’ll pick a fight.

“Is this how you wanted to spend Christmas Eve?” You spit out the question with as much malice as you can, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back against the brick wall of some shuttered, probably illegal business. Bucky’s face contorts in annoyance as he lifts his right hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. He’s getting so tired of you tonight. First, you stupidly thought it would be fine for you and Sharon to partner up and head out into Madripoor on your own. Sam and Bucky were quick to snuff out that idea, even though Sharon was fully on board with you. Nobody gives a shit if Sharon used to be the power broker here or if you have more kills under your belt than most other trained assassins on record. Madripoor is lawless, crawling with criminals who will never pay for their sins, and it’s no place for two attractive women to be running around alone. Even if you can both take care of yourselves, why invite conflict by walking around town without either Sam or Bucky as a deterrent? The fact that you didn’t want to walk around with the damn Winter Soldier right behind you was almost insulting. Did you question Bucky’s reputation? Do you not understand how notorious he is in a place like this?

“With you? No.” Bucky answers with just as much malice as you threw at him.

“Then you should’ve listened to me and let me and Sharon take the lead.” You scoff. Bucky shoots you an indignant look, but you stare right back at him with your own expression of disdain.

“I don’t take orders from you.”

“That’s exactly why we’re in the situation we’re in now.” You mumble the words out just loud enough that he can hear them. He stands a few feet away from you and you watch him as his pulls his phone from a pocket of his tactical pants and begins typing away on it. You imagine he’s texting Sam a message that says something like if you don’t find us in the next two minutes I’m going to kill this girl. What he’s actually doing is searching up the nearest place that rents rooms to lowlifes without asking any questions. He wants the two of you off the street as fast as possible so he can try to get in contact with Torres and find out how to get your comms working again. Until comms are working, you’re basically doing everything blind, and that won’t work for Bucky. Not when he has to worry about three other lives besides his own.

The cloud of anger swirling around you isn’t quite thick enough to stop you from appreciating the way Bucky looks tonight. He’s dressed in his usual full tactical gear that he wears for most missions, with one unusual change: his vibranium arm is on full display. He picked a top that is conveniently missing the entire left sleeve. You understand why he chose it, knowing how his name and even his arm precedes him. One look at him tonight, at the colorful lights of Madripoor nightlife reflecting off of his dark metal arm, keeps even the most aggressive men here at bay. No one would dare mess with the Winter Soldier, especially not when he’s radiating as much anger as he is right now. Well, no one besides you.

“I’m not going to keep waiting around here for you to come up with a new plan.” You announce, pushing away from the brick wall and tossing your hair over your shoulder. Bucky looks up from his phone, narrowing his eyes at you. “We know where Sam and Sharon were headed, we can just meet them there.” You start heading for the street at the end of the alley, but just as you brush past Bucky, he grabs your arm roughly and stops you.

“No, we’re going to get somewhere safe and wait for Torres to fix comms before we do anything.” Bucky’s holding your arm tightly, keeping you just a couple of inches away from him as he looks down at you with a harsh gaze. You shake his grip off but don’t move away from him.

“What makes you think you get to decide on the new plan?” You ask, leaning in a little closer as the question leaves your lips. You almost let out a laugh when Bucky’s eyes flit down to your where your lips are mere inches from his own. You’ve done this dance with him before. You’ve been in plenty of these tense situations with him, moments in the field where you’re so against each other that you can’t decide if you want to fight him or fuck him. Of course, you’ve always simply fought him in the past. Fucking him was never actually an option, but hell, it sure is satisfying when he does something that lets you know he thinks about it as much as you do.

“I’ve already decided on the new plan. You can either go along with it or go out and get yourself killed. I’m starting to not really give a shit about what you do.” Bucky retorts. He looks down at his phone again, breaking the intense eye contact that you were sort of enjoying. “There’s a motel two blocks over. I say we go there and wait for Torres to figure out what the hell is wrong with comms.”

As much as you want to continue defying Bucky, you know it’d be a hell of a trek from here to wherever Sam and Sharon are right now. There’s also no guarantee that they made it to their destination, they could’ve run into any kind of trouble in a city like this. They might be acting out their own backup plan, just like you and Bucky. Bucky turns around and starts heading for the street, not even looking back to see if you’re following. When you let out a soft sigh and he hears your small footsteps echoing off of the brick walls, he knows he’s won this fight. He doesn’t even try to hide the smug look that’s spreading across his face. Winning an argument with you is something he can be proud of, because it doesn’t happen very often.

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Christmas Eve in Madripoor. Has anything ever sounded sadder than that? Christmas Eve, surrounded by a community of people who have done enough horrendous things to rival the entire population of Guantanamo Bay. Bucky sinks into the only chair in the dingy little motel room, checking his phone once again to see if Torres has called him back yet. Still nothing. Nothing from Sam or Sharon either, though he didn’t expect anything from them since the area they were headed into is known to utilize various types of phone and device jammers, transmitting radio waves that block phones from connecting to cell towers.

You study Bucky from your place on the foot of the bed. He’s leaned back in the small armchair, clearly attempting to get comfortable but failing because he’s way too big for such a little seat. He closes his eyes and lets his head rest back, giving you a chance to really look at him. He’s let his stubble grow out a little more than usual this month, neglecting to really shave it with all of the back-to-back missions you’ve both been sent out on. It suits him. Someone as cold and calloused as Bucky shouldn’t have a smooth baby face. Your eyes coast further down, focusing on where you can just barely see his pulse on the side of his neck. You wonder how many times you’ve made his pulse quicken with anger in this last week alone. Probably enough to give the guy high blood pressure. Your gaze is just settling on his broad shoulders when his eyes blink open and he catches you staring.

“Are you going to sit there and stare at me until we get out of here?”

“Maybe. It’s what you do to everyone else, why can’t I try it out?” You ask. There’s a reason Sam likes to call him the bionic staring machine.

“Try it out?” Bucky laughs, lifting his head from the back of the chair now. “You stare all the time.”

“I do not.” You’re almost offended at his accusation. You? Staring all the time? At him? No fucking way. Maybe sometimes, but you thought you were covert enough about it that he never noticed. You just can’t help it sometimes. You’re intrigued by him every bit as much as you hate him. He’s over a hundred years old, yet he looks like he’s only a few years older than you. His taste in music is that of an elderly man, while his taste in clothes is perfectly in style with the current era. You hate the way he’s constantly berating you and attempting to order you around in the field, but you like the way he looks at you when you give in and take an order once in a blue moon. So, sometimes, you stare.

“You’ve been staring at my arm for half of the night.”

“Because it’s the only thing I like about you.”

“Right, the only thing.” Bucky repeats your words slowly, as if he’s tasting them. You maintain eye contact with him as he licks his bottom lip. Against your better judgement, your gaze darts down to his mouth, to his mouth that always seems to say things that drive you mad and turn you on simultaneously. “You know, I thought you might be nicer around Christmastime.” A genuine laugh breezes past your lips at the absolutely insane thought he’s just shared with you.

“It’s a little hard to be nice when we’re stuck on skull island on Christmas Eve, Bucky.”

“Be honest, you wouldn’t have been any nicer if we were back home.” He tilts his head to the side as he analyzes your body language. You’re sitting on the foot of the bed with your legs dangling over the edge. Your weight is resting back on the palms of your hands and you seem perfectly at ease. Bucky’s finding it a little surprising that you haven’t gotten up and made a dramatic exit yet. He’s surprised that you’re still going along with his plan at all honestly. He has to wonder why you’re so oddly content sitting here bantering back and forth with him while Torres takes his sweet time figuring things out.

“Wouldn’t you have been off to Sarah’s for Christmas if we were back home?” Bucky raises an eyebrow at your question. He didn’t know that you knew he was close with Sam’s family. Though, he probably should’ve assumed since you knew Sam long before he did. You’ve probably even met Sarah before.

“Maybe. Spending Christmas in the tower doesn’t sound very memorable.”

“It’s not.” You say softly, thinking back to the last three years. It’s not that you didn’t have anywhere to go for Christmas. In the past, Sam has invited you to go see Sarah and the kids the week of Christmas, even Clint extends an open invitation for you to spend every Christmas with his family. But something about being around happy families on the biggest holiday of the year makes you feel the same way you do when you’re third-wheeling Wanda and Vision. You like to be around the Christmas cheer and festivities but you feel like you don’t fully belong. You’ve spent the last three Christmases in the tower on your own and it’s not that bad. A little lonely and not your favorite time of year like it used to be, but still, not that bad. Bucky picks up on your slightly sullen tone and the way you seem a little more distant suddenly.

“You’re welcome then.” Bucky says, a smug smile taking over his features. You shoot him a slightly confused look.

“For what?”

“For giving you a memorable Christmas.” He says it like he’s just given you an actual Christmas gift. You laugh lightly just as his phone is lighting up with a message.

“You say that like I’d actually thank you for sabotaging our mission tonight and getting us stranded in the shittiest place on Earth.” Bucky’s smug smile remains plastered across his face, even as he glances down and reads the text from Torres.

“Looks like we’re stuck here for a while longer. Sam and Sharon got through to Torres and said they’re holed up somewhere across town, just like we are. Fury doesn’t want anyone making any more moves tonight without working comms and surveillance.” Bucky’s words bring your bad mood right back to the surface in an instant. You fall back onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, covering your face with your hands.

“How long is a while longer?” You’re dying to know.

“Could be a few hours, could be all night.” Bucky says nonchalantly, like he doesn’t have a care in the world that the two of you are stuck here together. It’s infuriating. You push yourself off of the bed and start for the door, but Bucky’s quick to rise from his chair and cross the small motel room in a mere four steps, reaching you just as your fingertips are brushing the door handle. He plants his flesh palm firmly against the wooden door, effectively stopping you from being able to open it. Fuck his super soldier strength.

“I’m not staying here all night. There are things we could be doing besides sitting here waiting around.” You say impatiently, wrapping your hand around the door handle but not pulling yet. With the way the two of you are standing, Bucky’s chest is brushing against your back and for the life of you, you can’t figure out why the hell he’s so close.

“What else could we be doing out there? You walk out that door and into the street and every bounty hunter in the city will be on you within five minutes. I’ve been hunted here before, Y/n, it’s not a game you want to play.” The energy between the two of you is so tense, so electrified, you wonder how your hand hasn’t sparked against the metal door handle.

“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t give a shit about what I do.” You throw his words from earlier right back in his face. As Bucky’s hand against the door curls into a fist, you stand there waiting for him to back off. If he really doesn’t give a shit, he’ll let you walk out of here right now. But of course, Bucky gives a shit. Bucky gives so much of a shit that the mere thought of you waltzing out into the city at this hour, opening yourself up to unlimited danger, has him ready to burn the whole place down. You swallow as your grip on the door handle tightens, listening to Bucky’s even breathing right behind you.

He doesn’t even know what’s come over him when he finds himself moving impossibly closer to you, letting his chest fully press against your back now. He leans down a couple of inches until his lips are grazing over the shell of your left ear, with his right hand still braced against the door over your right shoulder. He’s trapping you there with his body.

“You are so fucking insufferable.” He whispers the insult against your ear, but it somehow it doesn’t even feel like an insult. It almost feels like he’s just whispered a little sweet nothing in your ear. Your grip on the door handle falters and Bucky notices, so he keeps going. He’ll do whatever it takes to get you to stay here, to stop you from walking out into Madripoor and getting yourself killed tonight. If this is what it takes, so be it. “You wanted me to stop you, didn’t you? You wanted me to force you to stay.”

“N-no.” You lie, hating the way you stutter through the simplest two-letter word known to man. It’s so hard to think with him this close to you.

“Insufferable and a liar.” Bucky tsks, just as your hand is fully falling away from the door handle. He can’t help but smile at how easily this is working on you. If he’d known he only needed to be a little more authoritative and stand a little closer to you to make you listen to him, he would’ve tried it a long time ago. You watch, with goosebumps spreading across your skin beneath your tactical suit, as Bucky’s right hand skims down the flat surface of the door slowly. He continues on until his hand reaches the deadbolt just above the door handle. Click. The sound of the lock clicking sets off a chain reaction. A wave of confidence spreads through you like a wildfire and you turn around in the small space that Bucky has you trapped in. You thought he might step back once you were face to face, but no. He maintains his position, but now with his chest nearly touching yours and his breath fanning across your face. Though you feel confident and sure of yourself in this moment, when you look up at him like this you feel small. You feel like he could push you against the door and have his way with you if he wanted, and you couldn’t do a thing about it except enjoy it. The thought actually turns you on way more than it should, considering how independent and stubborn you are.

“Insufferable and yet you’re trapping me in here. Who’s the liar?” You taunt, tilting your chin up and looking into his blue eyes. His normally cold, steely gaze has a different look now. There’s something bright behind his eyes, something exciting. Your eyes dart down to his mouth, lingering on his bottom lip a little longer than they should have, before you meet his gaze once more.

“Don’t look at me like that unless you’re going to kiss me.” His tone is harsh but his eyes are daring. He wants you to kiss him. He’s daring you to do it. Unfortunately, you’ve never been one to back down from a dare. Even the stupidest of dares. So, you commit to it. You look at him the exact same way you just did, letting your eyes coast down his face and soak in the sight of his full lips. When you meet his gaze one last time, there’s only one little thought in his mind.

That’s it, good girl.

You have to raise up on your toes to reach his lips, because of course Bucky Barnes would stand there refusing to make it any easier for you. He wants to see you struggle to get what you want from him. After making his working life a living hell for months, he’s going to have you exactly how he wants you, or not at all. So, as you stand a little taller on your toes, Bucky acts like he couldn’t care less that you’re about to give him something he’s fucking dreamt about every night since he first started hating you. When your lips press against his, his bottom lip finds its place between the two of yours and he almost scoffs at how timid you’re being. It’s like you’re testing the waters, and he’s not having any of that. He’s quick to fist his hand in the hair at the nape of your neck and walk you back one step so your ass hits the door. He breaks the kiss before it’s even been a second, giving you an annoyed look as he holds you in place between his body and the door.

“Let’s try that again.” Bucky says the words right against your lips, as he nudges your legs apart with his knee and then slots his thigh between yours. As he bends his knee, his hands travel down your sides to grab onto your hips. He angles your hips down just slightly, as he brings his leg up an inch, and you look down right as your clothed cunt makes contact with his thigh. You inhale sharply at the unexpected move, but you don’t move at all. You stay right where he wants you, and he waits patiently for you to look up at him again. When you finally do, a switch inside of you flips and you know you’re about to sabotage tonight’s mission even more. You pull Bucky down to your mouth, kissing him with so much heat and intensity that his hands briefly loosen on your hips, like he wasn’t expecting this from you. After two seconds, his hands start sliding right back up your waist until you feel them both tangle in your hair, which he uses to pull you even harder against his mouth. You don’t think the kiss can get any more intense, until you feel his tongue dancing across your bottom lip. You part your lips without hesitation, letting him dominate the kiss in an instant.

You taste so fucking good. So. Fucking. Good. So good that Bucky doesn’t notice the first time you grind your pussy against his thigh, he’s too focused on exploring every bit of your mouth with his tongue and savoring the taste of you. But the second time? Fuck. The second time you grind down on his thigh you moan into the kiss and Bucky has to stop. He pulls back while keeping one hand in the hair at the nape of your neck. The look on your face is pure lust. It’s longing. It’s making Bucky’s cock twitch in his pants and making it really hard to decide what to do with you first. God. That one kiss opened up the floodgates.

“Let me hear that sound again.” Bucky encourages you while using his hold on your hips to guide you to grind down a third time. He watches between the two of you as you drag your cunt along his thigh. The moan that leaves your lips this time is too much. He’s had enough. He quickly pulls away from you, taking two steps back and running a hand through his hair. He eyes you as you stand with your back against the door, catching your breath and staring right back at him.

“I want a memorable Christmas.” You speak so softly that Bucky has to rewind it in his head to really catch onto what you’ve just said. You want a memorable Christmas. You’re asking him to give you a memorable Christmas. He looks you over slowly, carefully, taking in every detail of the way you look right now. Your skin, though still covered by your tactical suit, heats up to an uncomfortable degree under his watchful gaze.

“Say please.”

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He’s going to hate fuck you. There’s nothing else you could possibly call it, and honestly nothing else you’d want to call it. You’re standing in front of the bathroom sink, locking eyes with Bucky in the reflection of the mirror. You really thought he was going to take you to bed, but no. As soon as you gave in and said please like he wanted you to, he pulled you away from the motel room door and pushed you into the bathroom. He wants to take you from behind but he wants a clear view of how much you’re enjoying it the whole fucking time. If he’s about to fuck away the obscene amount of tension that’s been between the two of you for the last few months, he’s going to memorize every damn face you make, every sound that leaves your lips, and every inch of your body. He’s going to ruin you, so that every time you think about how much you hate him, you can’t help but think about how much you loved being fucked by him.

You’re both quiet, except for heavy breaths and a few soft moans and groans, as Bucky starts taking off his clothes behind you. He juts his chin out slightly after dropping his shirt on the floor, gesturing for you to take your clothes off too. You follow his moves exactly, dropping your shirt on top of his. He takes a few seconds to admire the way your breasts sit so perfectly in your bra, but then he finds himself growing annoyed at even that little bit of fabric obstructing his view. He undoes it for you, with only one hand, while his free hand begins undoing his belt. Of course this fucking man can undo his belt with just one hand. After a few more agonizingly slow seconds of the two of you undressing, you’re both completely naked. Bucky takes a deep breath in, and when he breathes it back out it warms the back of your neck.

Just like earlier, Bucky nudges your legs to spread a little wider, using his knee. Your body obeys his silent command like it’s routine for you. He loves the way you respond to him so willingly. He’s never had you like this, not even a little bit, and it’s giving him such a high. It’s the first time he’s ever had you listening to him without a single word of rebuttal, without any stubbornness or refusal. He should’ve fucked you so long ago.

Bucky’s vibranium index finger traces over your spine, from the very top to the bottom, sending a chill all throughout your body. It only cools you off for a second, before he uses that same hand to push you forward until you’re slightly bent over the sink. His flesh hand dances across your ass, deftly dipping between your legs and making contact with your wet folds. He drags two fingertips back and forth there, collecting your wetness before focusing his touch on your clit. As soon as he applies pressure, your back arches and your ass presses back against him. That’s when you feel his hard cock, standing fully erect, nearly between your ass cheeks. He’s big. So big that for a second you fear there’s no way he’ll fit inside of you, but something tells you that you were made for his cock. It’ll fit. He’ll make it fit.

“You can’t stand to be around me, but you’re nearly dripping for me.” Bucky says lowly, rubbing slow circles against your clit. A string of moans slips past your lips and he smiles as he watches your eyes close in the mirror. “That’s it, you like that, don’t you?”

“You talk too much.” You snap, opening your eyes and meeting his gaze in the mirror. His smile darkens and he pulls his hand away from your clit. You should’ve kept your mouth shut. Suddenly, his ring and middle fingers plunge so deep inside of you that you see stars. He curls them, dragging his fingertips against the walls of your pussy over and over. He didn’t start out slow by any stretch of the imagination, no. He begins fucking those two fingers in and out of you at such a perfect pace that your legs begin feeling weak far too soon. You grip the edge of the bathroom sink so tightly that your knuckles turn white.

“You don’t even have to answer me, baby. I can tell you like it.” Bucky punctuates his words with another hard thrust of his fingers, and then curls them again, in a way that makes that familiar knot in your lower stomach tighten more and more with each passing second. You try to drown out his voice, focusing instead on how fucking skilled he is with his hand. Bucky’s mesmerized as he watches you draw closer and closer to your orgasm. He almost wants to let you have it. He considers finger fucking you straight through it, and then giving you another on his cock, but he isn’t going to be that nice to you. If he only gets one orgasm here tonight, then so do you.

The whine that leaves your lips when Bucky pulls his fingers out of you should embarrass you. You should absolutely hate how needy you are for him, but you feel his cock twitch against your ass when he hears the sound and you love it.

“You like that, don’t you?” You tease. You love using his words against him. You do it often in arguments and he hates it. His jaw clenches, but he says nothing in response. Instead, he wraps his flesh hand around his cock and gives it a few quick strokes before lining it up with your entrance. He looks down between the two of you, letting his eyes roam down your arched back, straight to where his cock is poised and ready to slide in. He knows he’s big. He knows his cock is above average, both in thickness and in length. He knows the nice thing to do would be to warm you up a little more, build up to using three fingers on you before finally fucking you slowly until you adjust to his size. But the two of you aren’t ever nice to each other.

So, Bucky begins pushing the head of cock inside you, letting his head fall back and his fingertips leave bruises on your hips and waist as he holds you firmly in place. He’s only an inch in and you’re already feeling the sting. Shit, he’s the biggest you’ve ever had. He hasn’t even let you get a look at his cock yet, but as he forces it into you, you’re thankful he didn’t let you see it first. You might’ve chickened out. Bucky isn’t even halfway in before you’re moaning and trying to pull off a little, attempting to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Stop fucking moving.” He seethes, his head snapping forward so he can look at you in the mirror again. “You’re going to take all of it.”

Everything was a blur when he finally bottomed out inside you. He didn’t even pause once he was fully inside you, he immediately began dragging his cock back out and then pushing it in again. After the third thrust, you started to feel pleasure.

Bucky alternates between watching the way you’re falling apart for him in the mirror and looking down to watch his cock repeatedly disappear into the most perfect cunt he’s ever fucked. He truly can’t decide which view he likes more. The first time you moan his name sends him into a tailspin. He has no control over the way he fists your hair in his right hand and yanks you back against his chest, keeping your back arched and your face perfectly visible in the mirror. He fucks his cock into you so relentlessly, repeatedly hitting just the right spot inside of you, that you’re sure your previous thought was right. You were made for his cock. There isn’t a doubt in your mind.

When you start pushing your ass back against him, meeting each of his thrusts, Bucky bites down on his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood. When he started this, he had every intention of finishing inside of you. He wanted to do it without anything between the two of you, he wanted to cum inside of you so deeply that you’d feel his spend dripping out of you for the rest of the mission. But suddenly all he wants to do is cum in your mouth. He wants you to know what he tastes like. He wants to see what you look like on your knees for him. The harder he fucks you, the more he thinks about it, until he’s positive he won’t be able to finish this any other way.

So, not even a moment later, Bucky is pulling his cock out of you and pushing your shoulder downward. You instantly understand that he wants you on your knees, and you oblige him without giving it a second thought. When your mouth opens without even a second of a pause, Bucky slides his length past your lips. His head falls back and a sinful groan graces your ears as he revels in the feeling of your tongue gliding along his shaft.

“Good girl.” He groans. Good girl. Fuck. The praise has you snaking your own hand between your legs, chasing your own release as Bucky uses your mouth like he owns it. In his mind right now, he does own it. After a few seconds, he looks down at you once again and notices what you’re doing with your hand. You moan around his cock as you rub circles over your clit and the vibration from the sound sends Bucky right to the edge. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You look up at him, your eyes giving him clear permission to let go. You want him to cum in your mouth. Another groan is ripped from his chest, and you hear your name fall from his lips just as you taste his cum. Your own orgasm comes crashing down right as he’s finishing in your mouth, and he watches you closely as you carry yourself through it.

Bucky wraps his hand around the base of his cock and pulls it out of your mouth slowly, the two of you maintaining eye contact like it would be a sin to look away. Seeing your mouth full of his cum gives him an unfamiliar feeling deep in his chest. He feels possessive. He wants you to know that you belong to him now.

As you swallow everything that he gave you, there’s only one way to describe how you’re feeling. While you still hate this man with every fiber of your being, you feel like you belong to him now. Your body isn’t your own anymore.

You belong to the man you hate most, and you kind of like it.

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mountainficss · 4 months

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once again thinking of sweet lil classmate!jeonghan that just can’t get you out of his head. it was already bad but after your little study session? oh my he’d be absolutely whipped x100.

you’d both hang out more after that, and your relationship had wordlessly changed into something different. it would definitely feel closer. he’d walk you around campus so you don’t have to walk alone, and would text you throughout the day to check on you (he definitely stole your phone number but you were happy he did). just little silly texts like

“are u bored?”

“i miss you”

“wanna see you. can we go somewhere? together?”

“can we go today?”

you’d laugh at his dumb little messages but you’d agree to hang out with him outside of studying and class together. he’d just take you to simple places, like to a cute little cafe nestled in the city or to the park so you can walk around and have random convos about anything and everything under the sun. and while you’re walking you’d feel his hand brush against yours and he’d reach out to hold it </3 he loooves holding your hand any opportunity he gets he’ll be reaching for it. would def hold your hand while you’re in class too just to watch you blush <3 but he’d be blushing too while he rubs circles onto your skin with his thumb. when you first met him you’d definitely be swatting his hand away, but oh he’s grown on you so much you secretly love how touchy he is. he still wouldn’t be over the jolt of electricity that travels through him when he’s touching you in any kind of way.

one day he’d be super fidgety next to you in class while you hold his hand, and you’d shoot him a small glance to see what his problem was. he was blushing more than normal, his face twisted into an expression that screamed discomfort. “hannie,” you whispered, trying to keep from disturbing your professor who was still mid lecture. the nickname made him flinch as he locked eyes with you, and you swore you could see the same desire-filled gaze he gave you when you were studying together. a quick flash of the memory of him jerking off next to you in his dorm crossed your mind for a second, but you tried to bury that thought. “are you okay?” you’d ask, giving his hand a small squeeze to keep him focused. he’d let out a small exhale, slightly shaking his head ‘no.’ you’d shoot him a worried look. “what’s the matter?” you’d press, letting go of his hand to press your fingers to his forehead and cheeks. “are you sick?” he didn’t answer, just immediately grabbed your hand and held it between both of his. “can i show you?” he’d question breathlessly, and your stomach would flip remembering what happened the last time he asked you that question. you didn’t know what he was planning, but you nodded in response. with shaky exhales he’d trail your hand down his stomach and to his sweatpants, your eyes widening as you feel his erection through the fabric. “jeonghan,” you hissed angrily, eyes darting around the room to see if anyone noticed. you both sat in the furthest row from the front of the room, but you were still worried someone would see. “i know,” he’d mumble, his hand still covering yours over his sweats. “i couldn’t help it. kept thinking about you ‘n what we did in my dorm. ‘n all the places i wanna go with you—god, i like you,” he’d ramble, leaning back into his chair and slightly bucking his hips up into your hand. you’d give him a warning glare, eyes darting from him to your oblivious professor. “i know, jeonghan,” you’d growled, watching him slowly grind into your hand. “i like you too. but this can get you in some serious fucking trouble. i can get you in serious trouble,” you spoke roughly, his head lolling back a bit from the friction. “fuck, you like me?” he’d repeat back, almost unsure if he heard you correctly. “don’t say things like that,” he’d smile, his other hand reaching out to grab your free one to hold it for the millionth time today. this boy can’t even pleasure himself without holding your hand and though you found it kind of endearing, you try once again to snap him out of his haze. “are you even listening to me?” you’d snap, watching him nod lazily in response. “i am. i know it’s bad but i can be quiet. i can be good. i’ll do whatever you want me to,” he’d slur, eyes scanning your pretty face that was warped with worry for him. you found it hard to say no to him. he can be quiet, right? you answered by sneaking your hand underneath his sweats and his boxers, wrapping your hand around his aching length. he gasped quietly at the sudden contact but made sure to keep quiet after, gently fucking up into your fist. “you’re a fucking pervert, jeonghan. you know that, right?” you’d quip, watching jeonghan smirk at your scolding. “i know,” he’d sigh, watching your hand twist around his cock from underneath his sweatpants. “i like when you scold me. turns me on,” he grins sluggishly, a sharp exhale escaping his lips as you rub your thumb over his oozing tip. you scoff at his shamelessness. you quickly scanned the room again, making sure none of the students were watching. jeonghan was doing well at keeping quiet, but the faces he was making were so erotic that anyone could tell what was going on if they looked close enough. “how many times a day do you think about shit like this?” you’d chuckle, enjoying all of his lewd expressions and the feeling of his heavy length against your fingers. you couldn’t help but be a little mean to him. “can’t count,” he’d admitted, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to catch his breath. “think about it too much. wan’ you to—ah—wan’ you to do nasty things to me…”

he’d try so so hard to form coherent thoughts for you but you would not let up on him, you would continue stroking him even as he tried to speak. “want us to do nasty things to each other—i-if you want it too, i mean. ‘m sorry. i just really fucking want you. need you,” he’d babble almost incoherently, his cock throbbing in your hand. you could tell he was getting close by the way his hips fucked harder into your fist and his free hand held yours with an almost bruising grip. at this point you had completely drowned out the sounds of your professor. there was nothing more important to you in this moment than hearing jeonghan practically beg for you. a playful smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you sped up your movements on his twitching cock. jeonghan’s breath hitched as his head fell forward, biting his bottom lip harshly to try and keep his moans in. “kiss me,” he’d plead, looking into your eyes with by far the most desperate expression you’d ever seen from him. “we’re in public,” you’d tease, your head motioning to your classmates listening quietly to the class lecture. “just once,” he’d panted, unconsciously leaning closer to you. “that’s all i need.” you’d press your lips to his, practically swallowing his filthy sounds as he kisses you hard. he’d pull away gasping for air, his head falling onto your shoulder as your hand strokes him faster. “gonna cum,” he whines, nuzzling into your neck and pressing frantic pecks over the exposed skin there. his fingers would be digging little crescent marks into your hand from his fingernails and you’d find it so cute <3 you feel his entire body jerk and shake against you, feeling ropes of his warm release covering your hand and the inside of his sweats. you’d hear his little huffs and tiny moans and mutters of “thank you” right next to you ear from where he’s buried his face into your neck. his sounds would bring a chill down your spine, and you’d feel the arousal in your core. you’d pull your hand out of his sweats after he came down from his high, pushing two of your cum-covered fingers into his mouth and watching as he sucks them clean obediently. he’d look at you with glazed over eyes, continuing to suck on your fingers even after they were clean. you smiled gently at him as you pulled them back out of his mouth, keeping eye contact with him while sucking the remaining cum off your thumb. his body would still be trembling well after he finished, leaning his head on your shoulder once again as you both try to listen to the remainder of your professor’s boring speech about turning assignments in on the due date.

you knew jeonghan was whipped for you, but you were finding it hard not to become just as whipped for him <3

#seventeen smut #thoughts #seventeen #smut #sub!idol #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan svt #bratty switch #little shit #jeonghan smut #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan fluff #mountainficss

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my-darling-boy · 20 days

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CALL FOR WWI TOMMY PHOTO EXTRAS!

Hey everyone! I’ve got a gay little WWI in-person photo opportunity for UK based lads who would like to help me and my friend out!

So my good friend is a photography student at my college and part of his big narrative shoot for his final project is about two WWI British signallers who fall in love, part of which is to be photographed in trenches.

The difficulty is we need extra Tommies to fill the space. We’re looking for about 7-8 guys, UK based, who own their own Tommy kit for the trenches: steel helmets, tunic + trousers, puttees, boots, and ideally webbing or bandolier. Rifles and caps aren’t required and I’ll lend out signaller bands. Officers are also welcome not exceeding captain. It’ll be shot in replica trenches at the Staffordshire Regiment Museum; we’re waiting for date confirmation but it’s going to be a single day shoot either within the week commencing the 13th of May OR the week commencing 20th of May. More details to come on times to show up, etc for those interested.

This is a professional historically accurate shoot so along with having accurate-as-possible kit, no piercings, unnatural hair dyes, visible tattoos, or modern specs can be in the shoot; no facial hair is permitted aside from a moustache not clearly exceeding beyond or below the corners of the mouth as per period regs.

Unfortunately we’re just students so it’s not a paid outing but he’s offered to do free photos afterwards for anyone wanting proper pics in the trench! My photos above and the ones at the very bottom were all done by him so you get an idea of the quality; his insta is linked at the end so you can see more of his work!

ALSO!! I know this is so specific but y’all if it’s possible we need a lad who looks closely like this soldier as he is the lover of the main boy (who I’m portraying) but we don’t know anyone who resembles him! They’d need to be around about 5’8”-9”, slim/athletic build, and face near to his ☟ ☟ ☟

Since the narrative revolves around a gay romance, bear in mind this person would have to be comfortable posing for some Light Gayᵀᴹ stuff (sitting close in the trench, about to kiss, that sort of thing) as well. So if you’re alright being Close Gayly in the trench for the vibe and you’ve got access to kit definitely drop me a message if you’re up for it cos this role is hardest to find :’)

Other than that, if this sounds like something you’re interested in, drop my friend an email listed below! Feel free to pass this along to anyone you know who might be interested as well, it’d be a big help!

If you want to get involved or have questions, my friend’s email is [email protected] and @keltikfilm is his insta portfolio. And you can obv find me here or my insta as well @slightly_teddy for any questions!

Cheers, see ya there! x

#finally someone be doing a gay WWI narrative #anyway y’all come be gay with me lol #wwi #world war 1 #first world war #great war #reenactment #historical reenactment #wwi reenactment #history #lgbtq history #gay history

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jacobseed · 1 month

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Template 27

a template focused on heavy lore between two characters that are either family or friends or partners! just a fun little template for anyone who wants to deep dive or explore pairs of characters in good lore dumping fashion.

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#cayman wanted me to post this so i'm doing it #*blows a kiss to cayman*#*template #psd #cpsd #character template #oc template #oc: ellinrat whitbottom #oc: rowan rumblefoot #x: rumble & rat #if anyone wants a full finished rumble & rat lore lmk hehe #i was gonna put this as a payment thing but... i dont wanna just if anyone wants to support me pls do <3

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WDYM U MUSNT DO A 1870S COWBOY AU

HISTORICAL COWBOYS ALL THE WAY!!!

"Oye vaquero," Ghost hears the click of a primed rifle, and turns quickly on his heel, raising his pistol to face the woman pinning him in his sights.

"State your business," you advise him in Spanish. Ghost doesn't blink, doesn't lower his weapon, doesn't feel his heart flutter just a bit at the sparkle in your eyes. You whistle and he snaps back to himself, grips his gun a little tighter and knocks the hammer back.

"Price sent me, I'm supposed to talk to Goose for a-" he fumbles for the Spanish word, as you carefully settle the lever back on your rifle.

"Your accent is awful," you tell him in English. Your voice is even sweeter when he doesn't have to translate it, the annoyance in your tone is a wonderful touch.

"I'm supposed to give Goose a message, you know him?" Ghost lowers his pistol as you settle your rifle against your hip.

"I am him." Ghost doesn't freeze, but he pauses, looks you up and down. The wide stance under cotton skirts, the way you grip your rifle, the loose hair that tumbles out from under your hat, he tries not to dwell too long on the dip of your waist or the soft skin just peaking out from your collar. You're not what he expected.

"Ghost," he introduces himself, carefully pushing the hammer of his gun back into position.

"Pleasure," you nod in greeting, he wishes you'd spare him a smile. He's sure you're a sight when you smile. "What's the Sheriff want?" You ask.

Ghost holsters his gun and reaches into his coat to pull a letter free. He holds it out to you, watches you take it with careful fingers. Your eyes skim the paper, and flick up to meet his every few passes. Ghost takes the time to glance further up the dirt path, there's a farmhouse just at the end of it. He can just make out a barn behind it.

"How long are you planning on being in town?" You ask, drawing his attention back.

"Not long," although if anyone could convince him to stay longer it's you, "Price said you board."

"I board rangers, not gunslingers."

"What's the difference?"

"Rangers pay their bills." You fold the letter and tuck it into your shirt. Seems like a comfortable place to be. Ghost wonders if- He shakes himself from his staring to snort at your insult.

“I’ve got money.” He tells you, you raise a brow.

“Here? Or on a bounty you’re hunting?” He hesitates, and you nod in understanding, “Figured.” You click your tongue and look back towards the house. Ghost isn’t one to beg, worst case he goes back and asks the saloon if they board. At least the barkeep can run a tab to be paid later. “Sheriff says you served, Union?” You ask after a moment of thought.

“That’s right,” Ghost nods. You nod again, apparently having made a decision.

“Alright, you’ve got a room.” Ghost blinks, he shouldn’t be surprised, Price said his letter would do most of the legwork, but still he thought there’d be- “Got some rules though.” There it was. You hold your fingers up and drop them as you speak, “You help with chores until you can pay, you keep your boots off my tables, if you want supper you better be back by six, and if you try bringin’ a bounty back to my house I’m takin’ it.”

“And how d’you plan on doin’ that?”

“I got no qualms shooting pretty gunslingers.” You shrug.

"Can you even use that thing?" Ghost nods at your rifle, some part of him now desperate to see you actually fire it. You're quick to grip it with both hands and fire over his head. He turns to watch a duck fall out of the sky, hears you whistle and sees a dog race past to catch it.

"Any other questions?" You ask with a bored sort of amusement. It's terribly charming.

"You married?"

"You askin'?"

"No." Maybe.

"Then I'm not," You smile, it's a small thing, but it lights up your face like the sun peeking out behind a cloud. Ghost’s heart beats a little faster. He wonders what you’d say if he was asking. “If you wanna try sweet talkin’ your way outta paying you can sleep in the barn with the other animals,” You tell him, bending to take the duck from your dog’s mouth before you turn on your heel to start towards the house.

“You get a lot of men sweet talkin’ you?” Ghost asks, following after you without a second thought.

“Only the real stupid ones.” Ghost tips his hat a little further forward to keep the setting sun out of his eyes. He wonders how many men get your sweet talk. Pretty you’d said. Was he pretty? He’s quick to bite down his smile. He’s always been weak to women like you, the sort of pretty thing that won’t hesitate to kill him.

Here's to hoping his bounty takes a while.

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #oc: goose #simon ghost riley x oc #ghost x oc #1870s!Cowboy #Gunslinger!Ghost #Ghost get better with your spanish you're right by the border #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #f!oc #x oc #x reader #f!reader

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snickerdoodlles · 1 month

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headcanons behind fic: brother texting habits referenced in long & short

Chay holds up his phone sheepishly. “Also, your brother texted me. We’re invited to dinner.” Kim’s smile drops. He doesn’t need to ask which brother. “Did he type that out, or just send an emoji with a question mark?”

ngl, had i realized how much i'd expand this series, this is actually a scene i'd cut or at least heavily rework. it's the weakest scene of the story and its execution has only felt more clunky as time passes. hindsight! that said, i don't regret the scene either because the headcanons behind the premise of that scene are very near and dear to my heart, namely the texting rituals of Khun, Kinn, and Kim :D

the boys have a system to their texting. it's not anything as concrete as a code, that'd be far too dangerous and anxiety inducing. their system, naturally, revolves primarily around giving hints to Korn's mood without outright saying anything:

firstly, all brother invites to things go through Khun, because Khun's invites will only ever be invites and Kim's 'no's will only ever be 'no's.

anytime Korn demands Khun or Kinn (usually Kinn) drag Kim to a family thing for him go through Kinn, and 'Kinn's requests are always phrased as a question Kim can refuse. Kim once tells Kinn he'll show up if Kinn orders him to (because he doesn't actually want to get Kinn into trouble if Korn's being esp insistent), and Kinn smiles and tells him "thank you" and never ever once orders Kim join them, because Kim asked not to be involved in the family business and Kinn will take on any burden to keep Kim free of it.

Kinn passes along how insistent Korn's being through the overall tone and vibe of his messages, usually indicated by how much of it he types out. requests Kim join official functions sound like a formal invitation printed on a card, requests Kim indulge Korn playing family are much closer to Kinn's standard texting style;

because, and this is a silly headcanon i will have forever, Kinn fucking loves emojis. you know his whole "this could've been an email" vibe when he shoots that guy in the head ep1? same vibes except much cuter. Kinn thinks emojis are adorable and efficiency perfected. why send "thank you" when the 👍 emoji is right there? a picture's worth a thousand words and 🫂 is a thousand warm ones. he could send "wanna check out that new coffee shop by the studio next tuesday for brunch? their menu is 60% sprinkles so i'm sure you'll love it" but ☕🧋🎙️❔👑2️⃣🗓️🕦🍬👉💕💕‼️ is so much quicker. the only reason why Kinn's texts aren't 87% cute stickers is because he hasn't yet realized they come preprogrammed in his phone.

("do you think he speaks in hieroglyphics because he's secretly ancient?" Kim asks one day.

"how old does it make you to understand him then?" Khun snarks back.)

((Kim leaves Khun on read for a week.))

some bonus thoughts: Khun's a spam texter of the highest order. every one text is sent across 3.5 texts minimum. Kinn only ever sends one (1) text. if Kinn's replying to multiple messages in one go, he separates his responses in indv bullet points (if he's feeling petty towards Khun, he responds to every one of Khun's messages individually).

(Kinn's multiple messages to Chay in long & short are absolutely because he's watching Kim's live. for all Kim's snooping, he has somehow missed that Kinn has every alert and then some set for Wik news and while he can't make every live, he plans his breaks around them and even moved a meeting once.)

also, while Kinn pretends he's threatening/blackmailing with these baby Kim pics, this is 100% him taking advantage of the situation to gush about cute baby brother with a fellow Kim AppreciatorTM. Kinn has the cutest little brother, and he's gotta keep up with news of baby brother's current shenanigans somehow 😤👏 Khun is guilty of similar crimes ofc.

(Kim suffers older brothers so much.)

#kinnporsche #fic headcanons #fic: gone fishing #i love brothers <3333

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doodlebeeberry · 6 months

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It's that time of year folks!!!

Very very excited to host the gift exchange once again! Past two years have been a ton of fun, so lets hope the third is even better!

if you wanna join, just reblog/reply to this post or dm me with what you'd like. full rules, dates, and details are under the cut, please read those fully first before joining!!! :]

Entries close midnight (est) November 27th!!

For the uninitiated, the osc gift exchange is exactly what it sounds like! you let me know via reblog/reply/dm what you'd like as part of your gift--whether that's a certain show, character, ship, oc, anything! Then, you'll be randomly assigned a giftee and will make a gift based on their request. Finally, once the day comes, you post your gift and @ the person its for!

the timeline looks like this:

Nov. 11-27: enter by letting me know what you'd like! as with previous years, I ask that you keep your gift requests sfw, and to please send me references for any ocs you may want as part of your gift. As well, if there's anything you cant do (ie, a character or paring that makes you uncomfortable) please let me know when you join!

Dec. 1: I'll let you know who you've been assigned! please be sure you have dms (or at the very least asks) open for this bit!

Dec. 1-30: Make your gift! this can be anything from art to writing to music to needlepoint--so long as you include the giftee's request, the possibilities are endless!

Dec. 31: post your gift, and be sure to @ who its for in the post! Please do not post your gift before this date!!! if for whatever reason this date does not work for you please let me know and we'll work something out!!

Assorted other things to note:

please make sure your gift requests are osc/ object show related! if you dont know what that is then this likely isnt the gift exchange for you lol

you dont have to do everything your giftee requests if you dont wanna. If they give you a list of 20 characters, you can pick 1, 5, 10, all 20, the choice is up to you!

if you need to drop out for any reason please let me know as soon as possible so I can reassign your giftee

not a hard and fast rule but if you could shoot me a message when you get your giftee letting me know you saw the message, itd be much appreciated!!!

you can not join anonymously! It wouldnt be fair to your giftee, in my mind, if you did :]

on a related note, while i try to make the exchange as open to everyone as possible, if i deem it necessary i can and will bar you from participating if your inclusion would be detrimental to other giftees. while i dont anticipate needing to do so (so there isnt really a reason for you to worry about it) this was an issue last year. In the very unlikely event that I dont let you join, please dont yell at me about it. just accept it and move on.

as per usual, ill be using the tag #osc gift exchange for the event, so feel free to tag your posts so i can find them! :D

And that's it! if youve got any other questions or comments, feel free to ask and ill do my best to answer them! Thank you! ^-^

#didnt wind up going with the form cause i dont have it in me to make one rn (i appreciate the input on the matter tho!)#and now for the tag spam. yay!#osc #object show community #ii #bfdi #tpot #bfb #bfdia #inanimate insanity #battle for dream island #hfjone #onehfj #osc gift exchange #object oc #gonna have to reblog this in the morning cause 9 pm is NOT a good posting time lmao

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nabrielise · 1 year

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Welcome to The Bastard Son & The Devil Himself: Season 2 Fanwork Server!

What is the TBSATDH fanwork? Well we're a group of fans devasted about the cancellation and are now working to create a fanfic to cover what season 2 could have been! We are currently discussing what plot threads we want to finish out & how we are going to create this work.

If you want to participate in creating a Season 2 Fanfic for The Bastard Son, we’ve created a discord server to start on the process!

Anyone is welcome to join! You can be a beta reader, a cheerleader, an artist, a writer, or just a fan wanting to help! Everyone's invited to join the discussion.

Let’s finish this show out in a way it deserves!

More info + invite link below the cut. Reblogs & Shares appreciated to spread the word!!

Server rules:

you must be 16+ to join

no explicit NSFW content

be kind, no bigotry, homophobia, transphobia, hate etc allowed

this server is primarily for discussing the creation of the fic

How it works:

once you’re part of the server you’ll be able to message with others working on the project

as a general member: you can cheerlead, input ideas to discussions, chat with other fans etc

if you want to write: you’ll be tagged as a writer and participate in the writers room. this involves deciding what we’ll write in the fic

if you want to edit: you’ll be tagged as an editor/beta reader. you’ll help with spelling, grammar, and refining of the work

if you want to create art, edits, podfics, playlists etc: you’ll be tagged as an artist. you can create works inspired by the fanfic we make (eg art, edits, graphics, playlists, moodboards etc)

Here’s the link, let’s give this show the ending it deserves :D (send me a message if the link ever breaks/you have any questions) https://discord.gg/XTPr9Xwv3T

#the bastard son & the devil himself #the bastard son and the devil himself #tbsatdh #nathan x gabriel #nabriel #nabrielise #nathan byrn #gabriel boutin #annalise obrien #nathan x annalise x gabriel #jay lycurgo #emilien vekemans #( please signal boost to help spread the word! )#( feel free to shoot me a message if you have any questions )#end.txt

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ladygwyndolin · 6 days

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COMMISSIONS HAVE RETURNED!

Sorry to make you wait, but I'm back now! commissions are OPEN once again! As usual, I'll be opening 5 SLOTS with a max of 3k words apiece. Fanfiction, original work, and nonfiction are all okay! See below for details, preferred series, discounts, and prior examples. Enjoy!!!

WILL WRITE: fanfic, OCs, character/reader, analytical nonfiction, original concepts, furries, existing fic canons, omegaverse, kink, original stories, etc.

WILL NOT WRITE: Incest, adult/child relationships, raceplay, etc.

FAVORED SHIPS (no discount, but ones I’m very familiar with and can do most efficiently):

-Any f/f ship for Soulsborne/Elden Ring

-Suletta/Miorine (Gundam Witch)

-Noi/Nikaido (Dorohedoro)

-Rem/Misa (Death Note)

-Kyomami/Madohomu (PMMM)

-Any F/F Mass Effect ship (shiara gets a bonus)

DISCOUNTS ($5/1k words off for any comm of these ships):

-Reinhard/Kircheis or any f/f ship for LOGH

-Mireille/Kirika (Noir) or Nadie/Ellis (Cazador)

-Integra/Seras (Hellsing)

-Femshep/Liara (Mass Effect)

-Any F/F ship (Murcielago)

-Warmonger/Shaman (For Honor)

(There are plenty of other things I’m happy to write, so don’t feel limited by that list! If you’re curious about whether or not I’m familiar with a piece of media, don’t hesitate to shoot me a message and find out!)

Some examples of previous commissions:

SFW: “The Lives That I Have Loved (And Actions I Have Hated)” (Rennala/Marika) https://archiveofourown.org/works/45324904

NSFW: “Not Yet Forsaken” (Lae'zel/Shadowheart) https://archiveofourown.org/works/49949596/chapters/126109429

Tips are appreciated but not required, and signal boosting this post is always a huge help! Feel free to lmk if you have any questions or want to reserve a slot! I look forward to writing for you :D

#commissions open #writing commissions #fanfic #fanfic commissions #signal boost #comms open #commissions #yuri

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lizzieislife94x · 4 months

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Oh No Honey (e.o)

Requested <3

LizziexG!P Reader

How has this book got almost 60k (this was last year still upset it got removed at 700k reads efff wattpad for that 🤣) reads I'm baffled thank you to everyone who reads and votes it means alot it let's me know I'm doing something right for you beautiful people as always my requests are always open don't be scared to message me if you have a request.

Y/ns POV:

"Should we have chicken for dinner baby" my wife asks as she rests her hand on my lower back her touch still sends fireworks through my body "yes!" I say excitedly as she smiles and pecks my lips "youre such a child" I smirk and quickly wrap my arms around her in the middle of the store spinning her "but you love me and you wouldn't have me any other way" she smiles wide as I set her down "you have that correct baby I wouldn't have you any other way, you're mine and I'm yours" I feel my heart glowing as I get down on one knee "Elizabeth Chase Olsen will you do me the honour of marrying me" I say with a bright smile as I hear a few gasps from shoppers around us I see her face turn bright red as she pulls me up "I hate you sometimes, I already married you now I'm questioning my decision" she says with a playful tone as she kisses me passionately before breaking away to continue our shop after 20 minutes I put the last bag in the trunk and jump in the passenger seat and smile as we head home.

2 hours later

I sit uncomfortably on the couch as my bulge presses uncomfortably against my pants I look down and mumble "really really I see my wife naked all the time you always act up" lizzie steps back in still naked as she towel dries her hair "did you say something to me baby" I groan to myself as my eyes run over her body "no baby" i say sweetly and smile I get up covering my bulge as I make my way to the bedroom "baby I'm going for a shower so if you need me you need to come in" I wait for a minute for her reply "ok baby ill get started on dinner" I remove my clothes a sigh of relief washing over me as my dick springs free from its prison I turn the water to cool trying to get it down but it doesn't seem to work I quickly get washed and wash my hair before wrapping myself in a towel and laying on the bed I open my towel and look at my hard member as I contemplate what to do, I should be able to quickly jack off while lizzie does dinner she'll never know before I know It I wrap my hand around my hard member and slowly start stroking myself moaning at the feeling I let the pleasure take over me as my hand pumps up and down faster I throw my head back as I bite my lip to muffle my moans I can feel my climax coming fast as I picture my naked wife's perfect body "oh no honey what do you think youre doing" I instantly stop all movements as my eyes shoot open staring at my smirking wife "why are you in bed playing with yourself honey why didn't you come to me what has you all hot and bothered" she saysin a teasing tone walking closer to me "I uh I saw you naked" I sigh as she giggles "baby you see me naked all the time " I look up to her as she eyes my solid dick "I know and you get me hard everytime I try and deal with it because I don't want to always bother you with it" I say as she climbs ontop of me making me moan "but did I give you permission to touch yourself honey" I shake my head looking into her eyes "no im sorry baby I won't do it again I promise" she grinds her pantie covered cunt up and down my shaft as I moan louder "you know I have to punish you right baby" I groan "please baby just fuck me" she giggles getting off me and I notice the wet patch on her panties turning me on more she comes back quickly with silk ties "arms" she simply states as she ties my arms to the bed then my ankles quickly follow "fuck"

I moan as she pulls her top off and pushes her panties off she quickly returns to her position making me moanas her wetness helps her grind up and down my shaft I swear she can make me cum just by doing that it doesn't even need to be inside her "please..please don't tease me mommy I'm sorry" I whimper as the pleasure runs through my body "awh my poor babygirl you should have thought about that before touching what's mine" she hisses into my ear as her hands gently squeeze my tits "its gonna be a long messy day honey ive told you no touching without mommys permission your dick is mine" she smirks as she quickens her grinding I feel my orgasm about to snap and she hasn't even put me inside her "go..fuck gonna cum mommy" I pant as she slaps my left tit "don't even think about it you cum when I say so understand" she starts to pinch my nipples as I close my eyes and groan she continues her movements fuck I just need to touch her "cum princess" I feel myself explode at her words as we both moan my cum shooting up my stomach "mhh so pathetic honey cumming when mommy was only grinding on you" I feel my face heat up as she smirks and takes some of my cum on her fingers and sucks them making me instantly hard she let's out a surprised squeal followed by a giggle "we've been together so long but it always surprises me when I feel your dick getting instantly hard when I do something so simple" I bite my lip as my eyes are glued to her "please fuck me mommy I need to feel you gripping me" she leans down kissing me gently rubbing my cheek "will you touch yourself without permission again" she whispers into my ear causing me to moan "no mommy I p..p..promise I won't please" she smirks against my ear as she lifts herself a little grabbing my dick before sinking on top of it bottoming out as her hands rest on my chest a loud moan leaving both our mouths "mmmh so fucking big honey you want mommy to fuck you" I try to thrust my hips as she smirks "please fuck me" I whimper as she starts to bounce on my dick slowly her eyes glued to mine "always so hard for me babygirl" I nod and moan as she bounces faster "wanna touch you mommy please" I beg as she goes faster bringing me to the edge quickly "not yet honey not yet be a good girl and cum with mommy" I moan as she slams harder and faster I feel her walls gripping me tightly sending me over the edge I shoot my load deep inside her as she come undone above me her thrusts slow and sloppy "mommy.. " I pant as she looks up at me with a smile "yes baby"she breaths out "wanna touch and fuck you" I moan as she leans forward and unties my hands before climbing off to untie my legs as soon as I'm free I grab her onto the bed and kiss her roughly my hands running all over her body as she moans into my mouth biting my lip "how do you want me honey, tell mommy " I move my lips to her neck "hands and knees" I breath out against her sensitive skin she quickly gets into position making me bite my lip at the sight infront of me I rub my hands over her ass as I spread her cheeks she moans as I move my face down and let my tounge tease her dripping entrance as I taste her juices I smirk when she loses her balance a little falling forward as my tounge teases her I pull away and she groans "ill eat you once I fuck you mommy" she moans as my words hit her making me smirk she has all the control but I love the little moments she gives up, I position myself behind her as I slowly sink inside both of us moaning eachothers names my hands gripping her hips making sure she takes every inch, fuck she's so tight "yes baby so good" she squeals out as I start thrusting harder and faster "uh fuckkk y/n right there...thereeeee"

she screams as she squirts all over my dick I speed up my thrusts a little as she shakes under me before i finally cum inside her "fuck mommy" I breath out while panting I slide out and she rolls over pulling me into her arms as I cuddle into her chest humming in satisfaction "fuck you done so well baby" she praises making me smile "thank you mommy" she plays with my hair as I fall into a happy slumber in my girls arms.

AN: hope you enjoy ill get another posted later 😌 word count 1.5k

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