#i know this is a fast left on what is happening on my blog tonight

[futureofthemasses]

Okay but good guy Gabriel fucks

[chaos-in-deepspace]

LADS: Glowdicks | 18+ Crack Fic

This started off as a joke with @anxiousgoddest and then I began talking to @zayne-li and decided I had to do it. I had to write it. If I didn't write these men's dicks breaking due to riding them too hard, who was gonna do it? That's what I thought. Nobody. So here we are.

❧ Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+. ❧ Warnings: Riding, Unsafe Sex, Injuries, Surgeries, Dick Fractures ❧ Pairings: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader

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Xavier

The fiasco all started because you decided you wanted to be riding Xavier instead of letting him bend you over this time.

You were going to town on his dick to the point where you couldn’t even feel your legs anymore and he had already cum once and you weren’t aboutta stop for anything.

Literally nothing could pry you away from his dick right now. 

At least you thought, but you decided to try a new move where you clamped down hard on his dick like a vice. He was moaning underneath you from how tight you had managed to get.

Then you freaking slipped when he thrusted up into you, your hips moving along with it.

The moment you heard the crack noise it was like everything else in the room stilled.

In Xavier’s defense, the only noise that left him was a gasp instead of a scream like one would expect.

You just made eye contact with him and his eyes were wide as all hell. You were both scared of the moment you slid off his dick and saw the results of what you just did.

You slowly got up and his dick slid out of you with a wet noise and you looked down and…well it certainly wasn’t supposed to look like that.

You both had a moment of silence for his broken dick, just staring at it. Honestly you were expecting it to be glowing with how it sounded and his evol. Almost disappointing it wasn’t.

Then he just sighs and looks up at you.

“I mean…I guess these things happen,”

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS SHIT HAPPENS XAVIER?! HOW OFTEN DOES YOUR DICK BREAK?! WHO ELSE IS RIDING YOUR DICK?!

You just kept staring at it and back at him. How wasn’t he screaming in pain right now? You think you’d be a sobbing mess at this point.

“Sorry, but I don’t think I’ll be able to go for any more rounds tonight. Did you want to sit on my face instead?”

“Xavier, you need medical attention.”

“I’ll just sleep it off, it’ll be fine,”

You’re already getting up to get ice packs and googling what to do if your dick breaks. All your research is saying he needs to go to the hospital and seek medical attention and possible surgery is needed in most cases.

You walked back in the room with the ice pack and phone in hand and you drop them both when you see Xavier snapping it back into place.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT?!”

Xavier just looks at you like a puppy who’s being scolded and frowned.

“It’s fine, it’ll heal probably in a day or two, don’t worry about it. You know I heal fast.

You want to cry because who let this man into society? Who allowed him to walk around common people? He just snapped his dick back into place. There’s no way that would work.

Well it did, because in two days he was grabbing you as you tried leaving the bed in the morning, telling you that he was feeling better and wanted to make up for lost time.

You just didn’t want to ride him for a couple weeks after that, and you decided to stop doing kegel exercise after that. It wasn’t worth it.

Zayne

You had been riding him on the damn rocking chair again. After the first time you decided you really liked it since it did some of the work for you. His hands were on your hips and he was just letting you control the pace.

You had squeezed down hard on his cock, pushing the chair back in the same motion. Then the chair kept going back. And then it was falling back. Then suddenly you were on the ground.

Don’t worry his dick was still inside of you though, but he was groaning in pain, letting out a hiss. He was gasping for breath for a moment. 

You had thought you heard a crack during your fall, but thought it had been the couch breaking or part of the fall. Oh no. Sadly that was just wishful thinking.

"Hold on, wait--oh fuck get off, right now,"

Oh that was a very pained voice as you got off his dick and looked down. Your eyes widened as you realized his dick didn’t normally look like that. You had a moment of silence for his now broken dick as he managed to still lift you up and placed you on the normal couch.

He went to the restroom and of course you followed him like a little duckling as he began inspecting the damage. You heard a long sigh coming from him and he turned to you since he could see you in the mirror.

“We need to go to the hospital,”

“It is like…broken?”

“It’s been fractured. I’ll need to run some scans to see how severe the damage is. I need you to drive me.”

You both hopped into the car and got to the hospital. Yvonne had greeted you two and mentioned Zayne not being scheduled today. He was just looking down and beelining to his office. You gave her an apologetic look since the woman was clearly confused.

He made you stay in his office as he went about doing tests on himself and looking over all the damage.

When he came back to the hospital he looked absolutely horrified as he told you it would require surgery to fix. He seemed to be thinking long and hard about it and then just let out another sigh.

“I’ll take some pain medication and just do it myself,”

UM I’M SORRY SIR, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY? YOU’RE GONNA PERFORM SURGERY ON YOUR OWN DICK?!

You’re already texting Greyson about the situation and about how your boyfriend is so mortified that his dick was broken during sex that he was going to deadass perform surgery on himself.

Greyson sent a few laughing emojis as well as the purple eggplant one, asking if he looked like this right now. He did. Your poor boyfriend looked like the eggplant emoji right now.

Greyson came into the office shortly after and told Zayne he’d get the surgery handled and Zayne looked at you in absolute betrayal, but like hell you were about to let this man perform surgery on your favorite riding implement.

“It was either I contacted Greyson, or Dr. Noah. Your choice,”

He shut up after that and after his surgery you could hear the whisperings about how you broke Dr. Li’s dick.

Yvonne also heard and came over to ask you about what happened and you didn’t skimp out on any of the details.

When you got to the room he was staying at to recover he was just glaring at you like a mad cat, clearly betrayed. He’d get over it. At least his dick would still be working after this.

Also you had a few doctors asking you if you needed a wheelchair for some odd reason. You couldn’t figure it out.

After the incident he wasn’t letting you ride him on the couch. Claiming it was ‘Too dangerous’.

Rafayel

Rafayel decided he wanted to fuck you against a wall, which wasn’t super uncommon. When he got in the mood he would take you just about anywhere he could. The wall, the table, over the podium in an empty lecture hall before he was supposed to give a speech about art.

If he could fuck you on it, then he would. Whenever he got riled up all normal thoughts were gone and he was all over again.

So right now he had you pinned up against the front door of the art studio because you decided to tease him all night. He had to stop himself from fucking you in the ride back home. He almost pulled over by the ocean and took you over one of the rocks.

Everything was going fine, you were so damn wet just from the thought of him fucking you that his dick was able to slide in easy.

You squeezed down on his cock and tried moving your hips, but apparently he was changing angles at the same time.  There was that crack that nobody wanted to hear mid fuck.

You both went down on that, Rafayel in pain and you because he dropped your ass onto the floor.

His hand was between his legs as he hissed and when he looked at his dick he literally gasped and looked up at you.

“Call me an ambulance,”

What do you MEAN?! LET US HAVE A LOOK WHAT HAPPENED BRO?!

You looked down and your only thought was the image of the eggplant emoji. Anyways, you called an ambulance for him because you were both freaking out at this point. His dick was broken. You broke his dick.

The ride to the hospital was filled with your horrified faces and the EMTs looking at the scene completely amused. Thankfully you had the decency to put your damn pants back on and tried covering Rafayel’s decency.

When you got to the hospital they were doing scans and stuff and then you were told he’d need surgery. Like right away.

You had called Thomas to let him know Rafayel would be needing a few days off. When he asked you and you had to tell him you literally counted the seconds he was sighing. It was ten. He was sighing for ten seconds straight. He just told you to let him know how long the recovery would be once you found out.

When he got out of surgery you were already walking into the room, only to see him surrounded by a few nurses.

Man was high as a kite and bragging.

“Okay but has your partner ever broken your dick before because of how good it was? No? I didn’t think so.”

Really you should’ve taken that as a sign to leave, but you had stayed and when he saw you he was so loopy and stretching his arms out wanting you to hold him.

You recorded him. When he was sober and home and you showed him the recordings of him wanting to cuddle, and bragging about how good you were. He was trying to lunge at you to delete it. You threatened to break his dick again and he shut up.

Sylus

He was fucking you hard into the mattress and you couldn’t feel your legs anymore. Like absolutely numb with how they were tossed over his shoulders at the moment.

You couldn’t even speak as you were so fucked out from this entire thing, and you needed a damn breather. You don’t even know how many times you had cum at this point.

You had also forgotten the safeword and signal, not that you could speak at the moment. Still the signal would’ve been nice to remember in your fucked out brain.

He pressed deeper in you and you didn’t know how to verbalize you needed a moment or respite. Sylus had seen the look in your eyes though like you were pleading with him.

He was about to pull out, but you decided in that exact moment that you would squeeze down on him painfully to show you needed a second.

Well with both movements and how he was angled there was a nice snap that echoed in the room.

You had heard the gasp and pained groan coming from him. It was pretty fucking loud and he let out a hiss.

You were still out of it as you felt him pull out of you completely. The only thing you were focused on was getting your breathing back to a normal rate.

Sylus'lips were on you trying to get you to come back to him and finally you were getting coherent enough to finally speak.

“What was that snapping noise?”

“That was my cock, sweetheart,”

That was a confusing thing to say and your eyes drifted down between his legs, but he was cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

“I didn’t say you could look at it, sweetie,”

That damn purr sent a shiver down your spine and you let out a whine. He just chuckled at your response though because high key it was amusing that you were upset that you couldn’t see his broken dick.

“Next time you want me to stop, you should let me know before snapping my cock,”

Okay listen, first off, if you could you would’ve. It’s not your fault that the man’s dick game is a 10/10 and you couldn’t think straight at the moment.

“Do we need to go to the hospital?”

“Did I need a hospital trip when you shot me?”

Okay, touché. Still you felt bad. You had just snapped his dick and he was acting so casually about it right now. Doesn’t that hurt?

Instead of acknowledging the pain he just went to work cleaning you up instead and then curling you up to his chest to go to bed.

By the morning his dick was apparently back to normal though as he was pressing it against your ass while he was spooning you.

“Don’t break it this time, alright?”

You’re not gonna lie, the moment he said that you were damn tempted to do it again out of sheer spite.

I'd like to say I'm still working on the Mermaid Rafayel smut, however took a short mini break in order to write this to help clear my mind. I'm 8k into the other fic and we haven't even gotten to the smut so ya...it'll be another long one. Hope you enjoyed reading about braking their dicks tho.

[bucks-babe]

Not Like This

Summary: A night at the bar doesn’t go the way Bucky or you ever thought

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: established relationship, Bucky trying to get Steve a date, angst, attempted drugging with the intention of SA (nothing happens though), mentions of a knife/stabbing (doesn’t happen), smut, but like angsty smut not the sexy smut, Bucky being a huge idiot, lack of communication, dub-con/bordering non-con at times, degradation, oral m!rec, subspace, manhandling, very mean Bucky, safeword being called, crying, spanking, self-hatred, insecurities, self-reflection, aftercare, scared Bucky and reader, overstepping boundaries, communication at the end, some fluff

A/N: This is my gift to @buckys-wintersoldier for her birthday! This fic contains topics that maybe sensitive to some people. This is your last warning. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Updates are posted to my side blog @bucks-babesideblog

“This is getting hard to watch, Buck.” You grimace and turn your head towards your boyfriend. Steve stands on the dancefloor in a futile attempt to talk to the girl he’s been eyeing up for the past hour and a half. Bucky takes another swig of his beer before meeting your eyes with the same grimace. “ You should go and help him.”

“And what am I supposed to do, doll?” Bucky leans back in the booth, left arm resting behind your head as he whispers in your ear. A shiver passes through your body and your thighs clench involuntarily. His scent mixes with the faint smell of his last beer and the crowded bar’s sweaty stench.

“Go play wingman, apparently you were great at it in the 40’s.” You playfully nudge him away, mostly because you can’t think straight when he’s pressed so close to you, your body craves his already and you don’t need to make it any harder for yourself. “While you’re at it, I’ll get myself another drink.”

Bucky grumbles as you stand up without giving him a kiss. “Make sure you put it on my tab, doll.”

You giggle as you spin around to face him, dress swaying as you do so. “You know I will, hotstuff.” You take your seat at the bar and signal for the bartender, turning around to watch Bucky try and get Steve a date. You thank him as he places your drink down, but before you can get up, another man seats himself in the stool right next to yours.

“Hello, gorgeous.” At first you don’t realize that he’s talking to you, too caught up in the way Bucky’s muscles flex as he gestures to Steve. “I say, you’ve caught my eye tonight. Mind if I ask your name? I’m Jake.” It dawns on you that he wasn’t talking to anyone else, only you.

As you go to turn around to decline his horrible attempt at flirting, you see him slip a pill into your open drink out of the corner of your eye, so fast that none of the other patrons nor the bartender saw, but you did. Ice shoots through your veins. He tried to drug you. What do you do now? Leave? That would look suspicious. Call the bartender and say that it wasn’t the right drink? No, he heard your specific order.

“Umm,” you trail off. At first you were gauging how far you would have to run to make it to Bucky, but then you saw the pocket knife bulging out from underneath the man’s shirt. “Sorry, I’m here with my boyfriend.” Good, let him know I’m not alone.

“Him? Well he seems quite friendly with the lady in blue over there.” You don’t turn to look, not trusting to take your eyes off of him. “If I were him, we wouldn’t even have made it to the bar when you’re wearing a number like that.” He lets out a low whistle, eyes hungrily raking up and down your body.

You want to yell out for anyone to come over, but you’re too scared when you know that he has a knife. Yes, Bucky is a super soldier, but Jake could stab you faster than Bucky could reach you. “We have an open relationship actually.” Open relationship, really? Why would I fucking say that?

“So you’re telling me that I have a chance.” His beatty eyes lock in on your cleavage and you shift around uncomfortably. “Why don’t you have a sip of your drink? You seem pretty tense over there.” You pick up your drink with shaky hands before bringing the straw to your lips. You pretend to take a small sip which makes Jake smile, showing off his smoke stained teeth. “There you go, good girl.” Where the hell is Bucky? Come on, please come back.

You’re practically shaking in fear as his sweaty palm lands on your knee, creeping up to your thigh. Behind you resides Bucky who has overheard most of the conversation. Anger doused his entire body. He didn’t see Jake drug your drink or how scared you were, too caught up in your words. Open relationship? Letting him call you good girl? Touching you?

You almost shriek when Bucky’s metal hand grabs your wrist, pulling you away, but you instantly relax when you notice that Bucky’s come to save you. The fear still lingers under the surface but it feels like you can breathe without a heavy weight on your chest. “Thank god, Bucky. I-” He cuts you off as he spins around, flesh hand wrapping around your neck.

“Thank what? I leave you for five minutes and you turn into a little slut, huh?” Your eyes widen. There’s no way that he thinks that you wanted to even talk to that man at the bar. Before you can answer he lets your neck go and continues to drag you along. “Keep your fucking mouth shut. You want to be a little slut,” he pushes you into the passenger seat of his car before slamming the door and getting in the driver seat. “Then you can keep your mouth stuffed with my cock.”

He doesn’t even look at you as he slides his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his semi hard cock. He doesn’t see the tears welling up, or how you’re silently begging for him to comfort you, hug you. To tell you that everything is going to be okay, you’re safe and he loves you, but no, Bucky is furious at you.

You feel yourself start to slip into subspace, the fear of your previous situation in addition to Bucky’s harsh words have you floating off into space. You want to please him, show him that he’s the only one you want, but you also don’t want to have sex right now. Either way, he grabs the back of your head and forces you down on his cock before slamming his foot on the gas, making you lurch in the car.

“Keep your fucking head right there. You’re gonna let me use you however the fuck I want since you seem to think that you’re not mine and I’m not yours. You really fucking think that I would want another pussy? Another mouth? Oh, shit. Choke on that fat cock. Think Jake can fill up your mouth like this?” For just one moment, you forgot about Jake, about what could have happened to you, but at the mention of his name you try to pull off, suddenly not wanting to have your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth.

“Don’t fucking run away from me. Never gonna share this perfect body. Shit, can feel you slobbering on my nuts. Bet you fucking like it too, being my little cocksucker.” No, you don’t like it, at least right now. I just want you to hold me.

“You’re so fucking good at this. Already gonna cum, ready? Fuck, gonna make me crash the fucking car just from some head. K-keep going, shit.” Tears stream down your face, partially from all your emotions bubbling over and partially from the brutal facefucking. His flesh hand grips the back of your neck and rails your head, spit and tears everywhere, makeup completely ruined, black streaks running down your face.

He cums with a shout, balls pulsing on your cheek where he holds you down. The breaks squeak as he pulls into your shared driveway, ripping you away from his dick. “You look fucking pathetic right now. Trying to get another man’s cock and then gobbling down mine it’s your only purpose.” You can’t find any love in his eyes, only rage and lust. More tears fall down your cheeks.

“B-b-buc-” You try to speak but your voice is hoarse from his cock ramming down your throat.

“Just get upstairs. On the bed, face down, ass up, naked.” If his jaw clenches anymore you’re sure he’ll break some teeth.

“Please, just let me-” He cuts you off again after you’re able to speak.

“Do what I said or else it’s gonna be much worse for you. I don’t take well to insolent whores.” Why can’t you see I need you?

Without another word, you head to the bedroom, trying to wipe away your makeup but only smearing it around even more. You don’t have any more fight left in you. All you want to do is forget the whole night, but you know that it’s nowhere near over. You do as you were told, grabbing the stuffie Bucky won for you at the carnival over a year ago and clutching it to your chest.

You gulp at the sound of Bucky’s clothes dropping to the floor. “Don’t make a sound.” It’s the only warning you get before his hand smacks against your ass, hard. You bite the stuffie, more and more tears falling from your eyes. He slaps your ass over and over again, no doubt leaving bruises. By the end, you’re so deep in subspace that all you want to do is please him.

It doesn’t matter that you don’t want to have sex, that what you want from him is his warmth and comfort. If you make him happy then he will take care of you after. You need to please him, make him proud of you. Just take the punishment. Don’t make him angrier.

Without warning, he slams into your cunt, driving in and out with no regard for your pleasure. He wasn’t trying to make you cum, and you could tell just based on his thrusts. He was using you to get himself off. This is what Jake planned on doing to me, isn’t it? You bite onto the stuffie harder. It hurts, but it feels so good. This is what I deserve.

He cums in your pussy but doesn’t stop moving. The added lubrication makes his thrusts easier and the pleasure starts to build in your stomach. Trying to hide your moans as you near the edge only for him to pull out and slap your ass again and again before railing you again. You try to reach a hand back, maybe to get him to slow down, maybe just because you needed to feel some sort of tenderness, but he only pushes your hand away.

Any thoughts of Jake leave your mind with every plunge of Bucky’s cock. You melt into the mattress, focusing on the pleasure Bucky’s bringing you. He loves me, that’s why he’s so mad. “Fuck, pussy’s so fucking good, never want to leave her. M’going to fuck this little cunt all night if I want to.” Do I want that? It feels so good, but I want him to cuddle me.

You can feel your orgasm build up in your stomach, threatening to burst at any moment. “Can I cum?” It’s the first words you’ve said since he started fucking you. For a fleeting second you think that he’ll pull out again and take your orgasm away, but he only fucks you harder, right hand coming down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles. It hurts in the best way, throwing you over the edge as you cream all over his dick.

“Good girl, no one else can make you cum like me, can they?”

Those two words take you right back to the bar, where the threat of what Jake could have done is still fresh. “RED!” Mid orgasm, your mind reels in fear. Bucky pulls out immediately, all the rage coursing through his body leaving at once. You collapse on the bed, curling into the fetal position, still clutching the stuffed animal to your chest as sobs take over your body.

Bucky shakes as he watches you fall apart. He has no idea what really happened at the bar but he knows that he pushed you too far. He replays every word and act that occurred in the past hour. How he didn’t let you talk, how you looked so small, like you were trying to curl into yourself, how he didn’t even look at you as he shoved his cock down your throat. All the names he called you, the roughness, the lack of care.

He tries to reach out to you, but you jerk away, sobbing harder. Panic swells in his chest. What did he do? How could he hurt the love of his life? Bucky gets off the bed and heads to the bathroom, getting a damp washcloth and walking over to your side of the bed, crouching down so that he is at eye level with you. “Doll?” You whimper in response yet meet his eyes. “Can I clean you up?” You give a small jerk of your head, all you can muster.

Bucky’s heart drops to his stomach as he sees your swollen cunt. He caused that. As gently as he can, he wipes away his cum and your juices before tossing the rag across the room and settling next to you, leaving space so that you can decide if you want to cuddle with him. You crave his warmth so you curl yourself into his side, sighing at the comfort his skin brings.

Self hatred licks at his spine. He wants to run away, not giving himself the chance to do anymore harm, but you need him and he can’t let you down again, not after what he did. Eventually, your sobs ebb and your tense body relaxes. “He tried to drug me.” You say it so quietly that if Bucky didn’t have enhanced hearing he wouldn’t have caught it.

He jolts away, ignoring your whimper at the loss of contact. The morsel of responsibility that was keeping him next to you vanishes. He treated you like a whore, thinking that you were flirting with another man, when in reality you were just trying to keep yourself safe. Bucky stands and paces the room, darker and darker thoughts run through his mind.

“He what?” Bucky can’t breathe, he can’t fathom what he just put you through after one of the worst experiences of your life just happened. You needed him and he wasn’t there in the way you needed.

You try to keep the tears at bay, but you can’t help it. “He slipped something in my drink when he thought I wasn’t looking. I was so scared and you were so far away. I-I didn’t know what to do. I thought if I stalled him long enough I would be okay until you came back.” You shrink into yourself again, the stuffies head tilted at an odd angle at the force you were applying.

“And then I, I let myself, I should have-” He can’t think straight. Anger flairs inside of him. At himself, at the man at the bar. “I’m so sorry.” Tears stream freely down his face as he rounds to where you lay, dropping to his knees.

“Please hold me.” Bucky jumps back into bed, he was fully ready for you to kick him out, hit him, make him beg on his knees for your forgiveness, but not for you to want him to touch you again, not after the pain and fear he inflicted. “I just want to be held, want you to love me.”

“I do love you, sweet girl. I love you so goddamn much it hurts. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have listened to you, should have seen how uncomfortable you were, but I was so caught up in my own head, that you were looking for someone else because I wasn’t good enough.” He hastily wipes his tears away before wrapping his arms around your frame. “And that is no excuse for what I did. I let my own insecurities blind me and I hurt you as a result.”

He trails off before speaking the words that he has been too scared to ask before, but he knows the answer to. “You didn’t want to have sex, did you?” It’s framed as a question, but he says it like a statement, because he knows that you didn’t. Not at the time, mostly because of his own rage, but if he would have thought about more than himself he would have.

“I wanted to please you, though. Thought if I took my punishment that you wouldn’t be mad at me anymore.” Bucky feels his heart break in two. You didn’t have to answer his question. His stomach churns at the fact that the only reason you went through with anything was because you thought that you needed to, for him to treat you the way you deserve, with love and devotion.

You don’t blame him, maybe it’s because you still are so deep in subspace, but either way, he’s taking care of you now. “You never have to do something you don’t want to do just because of me. You know that right?” Clearly, he made you feel like you had to.

“Please, it’s not just your fault. I could have tapped your leg three times, I could have said our safeword long before you fucked me.”

“But I didn’t even let you fucking talk.” You see the hurt in his eyes, not at you, but at himself.

“My hands were free. I could have tapped you at any time. This isn’t just on you. We both fucked up.”

“The only reason you didn’t was because you felt like you had to please me though.” Why is he so desperate to put all the blame onto himself?

“Partially, but also because I wanted to forget about what happened. I thought that if we had sex that your touch could wash away his. But when I knew it couldn't, I should have stopped you.” Both of your eyes were red and full of tears. “Neither of us are exempt from the blame, okay?”

Bucky nods his head, not fully believing you, but not wanting to fight about it. “Can we take a bath and cuddle? We can talk about it tomorrow. I just want to be held right now.” With shuddering breath, Bucky nods his head and picks you up, taking you to the bathroom to get the tub ready.

You both have to work to get past this, to understand what you both could have done better to prevent it from happening again, but you still trust Bucky with your life. There is no love or trust lost between the two of you. It happened and you can’t change that. You doubt that you’ll be going to any bars soon, and there’s going to be a lot of trauma that you’ll both have to work through. Him with his insecurities and you with how easy it would have been for someone to take advantage of you, how you didn’t communicate your needs. But you have Bucky and he has you, and he is going to do everything in his power to make this up to you, that this never happens again.

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Pillowtalk

Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Reader

part 1 I

Warnings: Smut, Oral, Overstimulation, Light Slapping, Squirting,

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Once both Lewis and I found out that I was capable of squirting he’s been doing anything he can to get me to do it again.

He’s fucked me in so many positions trying to get me to squirt again. Missionary, Doggy, Cowgirl, Reserve Cowgirl, The Pretzel, I mean we’ve done it all and each orgasm wasn’t the one Lewis was hoping for.

“Lew, Puh-Please, I can’t take this anymore. I’m so sore” I whimpered against his lips, my thighs shaking with such force I looked like I was trying to win a twerk off.

“We’re not done until I pull another squirting orgasm from you darling” the look in Lewis’ eyes told me that he in fact was not lying and that he would actually stay here all night until he was able to pull another out of me.

We’d been in the Hot Seat position for the last almost 10 minutes and Lewis was hoping that this new position would be a game changer in terms of making me squirt again. The one hand that Lewis had resting flat against my stomach traveled down to my clit, rubbing harsh and fast circles around the already swollen and already overstimulated bud.

I honestly lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had today from the last 2 positions alone, imagine how many more Lewis is gonna pull out of me as he continues to to find what made me explode.

“You gonna tell me how I got you to squirt or are you really gonna make me fuck you every single way until I get that reaction again?”

I dont know how I did it, really, it just kinda happened. It couldn’t have been the overstimulation, I’ve been overstimulated I don’t know how many times in the last 45 minutes. Was it the handcuffs? Maybe, that had been the first time I’ve been handcuffed. Or was it the fact that I was helpless while Lewis provided himself his own pleasure?

“Mmm d’know”

“Or was it when I had you cuffed up and helpless?” a moan escapes past my lips “Do you want to try that again? Hmm, wanna get locked up again?” a breathless ‘yes’ escapes past my lips.

With that, Lewis recuffs my wrists to the handcuffs that he left hanging from the bed posts. A look of adoration and lust filled Lewis’ eyes as he stared at me. I was helpless, naked and aching for him. I watched as Lewis’ eyes raked my whole body before ultimately landing on my core and he watched as my pussy leaked for him in anticipation.

“I can see your pussy dripping for me. This must be what made you tick, you like being helpless” My pussy clenched around nothing. Something about his words did something to me. “I’m gonna eat you out again, okay princess” Lewis stared in my eyes, not moving a muscle until he got a response and my subtle nod was enough clarification for him.

Without warning Lewis licked a stripe up my slit, circling my clit before sliding down and into my whole. Lewis repeats this motion a few times before he places a soft kiss on my bud and stops. My hands instinctively go to push his head back down given that I was close to my 12th orgasm tonight, god knows how many more I can take before I actually die from pleasure.

“Don’t want me to stop, do you?” A muffled ‘no’ escapes my lips, the muffled noises I made quickly turned into a mess of moans as I feel 2 fingers insert me.

Lewis’ fingers are long and girthy enough to hurt for a second as they were thrusted into me. Lewis sets a decent pace as he leans up to kiss my lips

“Please, never stop. feels s’good” the second those words left my mouth Lewis did in fact stop. A whimper left my lips at the sudden loss of contact but Lewis quickly caught me up to speed on what was going on in his head.

“S’okay darling, I’m just grabbing some more stuff for us to have fun with.” I watched intently as he walked right back to the bed side table, opening the drawer pulling out a blindfold, vibrator and a cock ring. Walking back over to the bed Lewis quickly pulled the blindfold over my eyes, placing the cock ring on himself after setting it to a medium fast pace and placing the bigger vibrator on the highest setting, slowly placing light touches of my body with it as it send small electrical bolts all throughout my body.

Lewis first started off by placing the big vibrator against the skin under my collarbone and he watched as my body tensed at the feeling. He let it rest there for a second before slowly bringing it down to the valley between my breasts, slowly gliding it over one of my nipples while his mouth attached to the other, tongue circling around the bud of my nipple.

Having one of my senses taken from me meant that my others heightened. Lewis' touch sent me into a frenzy before losing my vision. Now? My god, I was gonna explode at any second due to the vibrating against my breasts. A pathetic string of moans and whimpers leave my lips as Lewis keeps sucking on my nipples, the hand that was previously circling the drags the vibrator down to my aching clit. The vibrations bringing me close to the orgasm Lewis left me hanging with and the way my body jolted, he knew I was close which prompted him to attack my pussy with his mouth.

Everything was too much for poor old oversensitive me. Too much pleasure, too much pain, my nerves were going into overdrive “Lewis, please. I’m gonna c-cum, fuck fuck fuck fuckkkkkk” my body shook with my 13th orgasm. This time, it was the squirting orgasm Lewis was begging for. When I started squirting, something snapped inside Lewis and he opened his mouth that was already by my pussy. He collected my pussy juices before spitting out some and swallowing the rest.

“Fuck, Darling. You taste s’good. I love every bit of you, mmmm.” Lewis murmured as he continues to work me through this high. His lips attack my pussy again as he murmurs more things about how good I taste and how he could never get enough of me. My body shook as my legs encase his head between them.

Lewis’ mouth attacking my pussy was brief because after a few laps of his tongue on my already sensitive clit, he grabs my thighs that were trapping him and forced them open before aggressively thrusting his rock hard and aching cock in me.

My hands instinctively reach for the blindfold so I can see him as he relentlessly fucks my pussy at such a pace I was sure the whole neighborhood knew we were fucking. The bed moves inch by inch with each thrust and squeak of the bed.

At this point I had tears streaming down my face, I was losing my voice by how much I was screaming out his name and moaning in pleasure, my body was littered with so many hickeys it looked like I was found in a huge pile of snow and had major frostbite.

I can tell Lewis is getting close to his orgasm by the way his hips faltered and the grip he had on my waist.

“Mmm let me see your pretty face as you cum again.” his one hand goes to reach for the keys to undo my cuffs “you like my cock buried deep inside you, don’t you?”

The second my hands were set free, I ripped off the blindfold and my body reached behind his to pull him closer to me.

“Harder Lew, fuckkk I’m gonna cum. fuck fuck please i’m cumming.” I squirted again. Harder this time. Lewis only lasted a few more thrusts before he spilled his cum inside of my cunt.

“Fuckkkk, mmm you feel s’good. such a slut for me, my beautiful baby.” Lewis fucked me through both of our highs before he plopped his body down on mine as we both tried to catch our breath, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy.

Lewis pulled out of me before he flipped me around so we were cuddling.

“goodnight beautiful, we have a LONG morning awaiting us”

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[hauntedchoso]

GROUPIE LOVE *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It’s so sweet swingin’ to the beat when I know that you’re doin’ it all for me…

How the JJK men fuck you after a show ft. [gojo], [geto], [toji], [choso], & [nanami] x [fem reader] nsfw warning. mdni. minors and ageless blogs will be blocked for interacting. cw: breeding in gojo’s, daddy kink, semi-exhibitionism, choking, degradation, name calling. established relationships in all despite the title! a/n: this is a repost from my old blog, which used to be a side blog.

Gojo is the singer. His icy white hair and electric blue eyes are quick to capture the hearts of his screaming fans—but those eyes only search for one person in the crowd. Your heart skipped a beat the moment he stepped onto the stage, and when he finally sees you, he flashes you that award-winning smile, bringing the mic up to his perfect lips. “How are we doing tonight, everyone? We’re going to play a song we’ve never performed live before…”

His presence was magnetic, attracting the attention of hundreds of screaming girls as he sang romantic melodies into the mic. You watched his Adam’s apple bob with each word and the way the veins on his hand stuck out as he clutched the mic tightly. Every lyric he sang told a story, and you knew better than all the other girls in the room—he was telling your story. The story of your sweet nights together, the nights you spent gazing into a sea of cerulean blue behind white eyelashes while basking in Gojo’s presence and the beauty of his voice. It was absolutely beautiful, the sweet vibrato’s and clear pitches that escaped his lips as he serenaded his crowd—but it didn’t compare to the beauty of his voice when he was underneath you. 

“Fuck, baby—just like that…haah, god damn. You’re so damn tight,” he moaned, unable to keep up with the way your ass slammed down on his thighs. The harder you rode him, the more undone he became underneath you—such a stark contrast to the confidence he always held when he took the stage. His long, pretty cock stroked against your gummy walls, his mushroom head grazing your g-spot when you raised yourself high enough, driving you crazy. 

“Satoru,” you mewl, absolutely loving the way his hands grip your thighs for dear life. You guys didn’t have much time; it would only be a few minutes before the rest of the guys returned to the tour bus, where you were holding Gojo as your hostage on the bench-couch in the small kitchenette. You ignored the burning in your muscles as you urged yourself to go faster, not giving him a chance to run away as you brought yourself down repeatedly on his warm cock that was throbbing so deliciously inside your clenching cunt. “Cum in me, daddy, I need it—“

“You better fucking watch it,” he moaned through clenched teeth, frustration seeping into his tone, the grip on your left thigh becoming harder. He couldn’t control how his cock throbbed inside you when he heard the word daddy, and it didn’t help that your luscious tits were bouncing so beautifully in his face. If you weren’t moving so fast, he’d have a nipple in his mouth, swirling his warm tongue around it. Quickly becoming overwhelmed by the way your tight cunt clenched around his raw dick, he squeezed his eyes shut, silently willing himself to last longer than he knew he would. He knew you weren’t on birth control, and if you continued to call him daddy in such a slutty tone…well, you’d probably make him a daddy. 

His frustration only egged you on more. “I want your cum in me so bad…haah, please…I’m such a little slut for you, daddy. Don’t you wanna fill me with your seed—“

Before you could process what was happening, Gojo had your back flat against the couch, nudging your thighs back apart as he slid himself inside you again, a hand wrapped tightly around your throat. “You want my cum, you fucking slut? Want me to breed you like a bitch in heat? Fine, you better lay there and take everything I give you.”

Geto is the guitarist. The way his gorgeous black hair falls around his face as he slings his guitar strap over his shoulder is mesmerizing. His gauged ears are sporting their usual shiny black plugs, which catch the stage lights with each turn of his head. You watch from the side of the stage, hidden from the view of his fans, as his fingers pluck his lucky guitar pick out from between his perfect teeth, bringing the pick down to play a warm-up riff. He gives you one last sly smile, and a sweet, sexy wink before he starts the opening riff to their first song. 

He played his guitar like it was an extension of himself. You watched as his palm slid up and down the instrument’s neck as he followed along to the score, making hundreds of screaming girls howl as he paused and swung it harshly to his right side, flipping it over his neck and catching it again. There was something different about hearing him play the same riffs on stage that he would practice with in the comforts of your shared bedroom, lounging lazily in your queen-sized bed as you close your eyes to the quiet strumming. No, hearing it on a stage was way more exhilarating—he might have thousands of fans in front of him, but you know he’s only playing for you. Watching his long, beautiful, skilled fingers tap away at the neck of the guitar, eliciting different melodic tones and notes when he strums gently. It almost reminds you of the noises his fingers elicit out of you. 

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. Is this all for me?” He purrs into your ear. The same hand that was gently choking you was also keeping your back pinned to the wall as his other hand, shoved deep past the waistband of your skinny jeans, toyed with your weeping folds and rubbed gently against your clit.  He smiles down at his lucky guitar pick resting comfortably in your cleavage, loving the way the lacy shirt he bought you accentuates your beautiful body. 

“You looked so fucking hot on stage tonight….” You manage to whine out. Your heart was racing out of your chest, eyes darting all around the room that today’s venue designated as the band’s dressing room. A music tech, security guard, or even one of Geto’s band mates could barge in at any given moment, but his fingers were relentless as they slipped into your core. 

Your eyes rolled back as you felt your pussy welcome in his digits and clench around them. The hand around your neck slid up to your jaw, gripping your face and turning you to face him again. “Yeah? If I’m so hot, why are you looking away from me, pretty girl? My eyes are right here.”

He emphasized his words by curling his fingers against your g-spot, cutting off your mewls of pleasure with his lips and immediately sliding his tongue inside. You were so drunk, so intoxicated by his lips that you felt your eyes rolling back again before shutting and moaning into the kiss; a kiss that was way too short-lived. “Just one, baby. Cum for me just once, and I’ll dick you down the way your little cunt desperately needs it.”

You complied, reverting all your focus to his fingers until you finally came all over them with a loud, slutty moan. 

He whipped you around almost immediately, pressing your chest to the wall, pulling your hips out, yanking your pants down and unzipping his own before slapping his hard cock on your ass. “Say please, baby,” he whispers in your ear, taking note of the way you press your ass eagerly against him. 

“Please, daddy. I want you to fuck me so bad—!”

And before you could even finish your sentence, Geto was pushing into your warm pussy, using small, gentle thrusts to ease himself in until he was bottomed out. You could feel your walls sucking his hard cock in when his thrusts became deeper; sharp, percussive moans leaving your mouth with each slap of his hips against your ass. His pace was fast and mean, and you were completely enamored with the feeling of his balls slapping your clit. 

“Suguru—!” You could feel your orgasm approaching, your walls contracting and clenching around his pulsing cock, but that only made him go faster. 

“Dirty little slut. You love when I use you like this, don’t you, angel? Taking my cock like the sweet little slut you are…haah. Letting me use my pussy the way I want, wherever I want…”

Toji is the bassist. The long-necked guitar always looked so small and draped so beautifully across his large, muscular frame whenever he played—so different than the way it looked against your naked body on those nights he was in the mood to snap some photos of both of his beauties. His eyes met yours under the black fringe of his bangs, the scarred side of his mouth curling up into a smirk as his fingers found each string and plucked. 

You watched as his fingers danced across the four strings, mindlessly plucking at the four strings, amazed at the way the colorful stage lights were gracing his face and muscular arms. His bass lines were so effortless; he didn’t even need to look down at his hands while he played. His eyes would instead scan the crowd, casting uninterested glances at all the fans screaming his name, and occasionally coming back to meet your own, always accompanied by the sweetest, sexiest grin that reminded you that he was yours. The deep notes that harmonized with Geto’s guitar reverberated off the walls of the concert hall; they shook the speakers, the shook the barriers, they shook your core. But his deep bass lines were no match for how deep his cock always reached inside you. 

“Toji! Ah—fuck!” You choked out, tears streaming down your face as the tip of his cock repeatedly mashed against your cervix. “I’m gonna cum! Ah—please! Daddy! I’m really gonna cum!” You warned. 

“Yeah? Fucking cum then, slut. I’m not fucking this cunt for nothing.”

When Toji invited you to shower with him after the show, you weren’t expecting him to shove you against the shower wall and fuck you like a wild animal from behind as soon as the water hit your hair. While your showers together always ended in you two fucking, you never thought he’d choose a place so public, a place that puts you both at risk of being heard by your closest friends. This seemed to be the last thing on Toji’s mind as he continues to bully his mean cock into your aching pussy. His eyes remained on your ass, watching his cock pistoning in and out of you while your plump cheeks jiggled with each mean thrust. He knew you got loud when you came, and while it was something you were trying to suppress in order to save face from any of his band mates or techs that might be lingering around outside the bathrooms, it was his one and only goal. 

And you did. As soon as he reached his hand down to rub your sensitive clit, you clenched hard on his throbbing cock. Your back arched deeply against him as you squirted hard against the shower wall, a loud squeal leaving your lips. 

He grabs your wet hair, turning your head to the side so he can silence you with a bruising kiss. “Gonna do it again, mama? Gonna cum all over my cock again?” He whispers evilly against your ear once he pulls away, quickening his pace. His hips slap hard against the globes of your ass, the loud clap clap clap echoing off of the insulated shower walls. 

“Y-yes, daddy, I wanna cum again—“ your words were cut off when he slid two fingers into your mouth, groaning when you bite down on them. 

His thrusts were unforgiving, pulling out far enough so that his fat mushroom head pressed harshly against your g-spot when he thrusted forward and hit your cervix. You were so cockdrunk, Toji could sense your oncoming second orgasm before you could by the way your walls were clenching down so hard on him. Before you knew it, you were squirting again, this time pulling a louder, sluttier squeal from your lungs. 

“Good girl,” he praises, a wide smile spread across his face as he continued to pound you into overstimulation. “Music to my fucking ears.”

Choso is the drummer. You loved the way those spiked pigtails bounced in the wind as he head banged along to the loud thumping of his drums. His chocolate brown eyes would occasionally meet yours through the band’s set, peaking brightly above the black stripe across his nose, the purple stage lights reflecting across his irises. During the bridge of a particularly romantic song, he cast his gaze towards where you stood side-stage. With a drumstick tipped in your direction, he made sure your eyes were on him as he shot you a wink before his drum solo, as if to say, “this one’s for you.”

Choso pounded on his drums as if he hated them, shaking the stage and speakers so intensely with his mean percussion that you could feel your throat vibrate. You didn’t care what anyone said, Choso controls the show; he counts everyone in, he sets the tempo, he decides how hard his band plays by how he wants to play—and boy, does he play hard. He was often breaking his sticks and putting dents in his drumheads, going through countless numbers of each with every tour he went on. Everything about Choso was hard—the way he plays, his toned muscles, his thick cock, the way he fucks you. 

“Ch-Choso! Haah…h-oh my god, you’re so-!” Your hands clutched at everything they could grab so that you could hold on for dear life—the cymbals, the casings on the side of the drums, the drum stands themselves—but to no avail. “Fuck, you’re so deep!”

Choso snickered at your pathetic attempts to stabilize yourself, the sight only driving his hips against your ass even harder. He had you bent over his drum set, the harsh slaps of your skin-on-skin contact echoing throughout the empty concert hall. He purposely made sure to leave his drums on stage as he helped tear down the rest of the set, waited until his band mates disappeared, and ushered every tech, security guard, and janitor out before he stalked and captured his prey, dragging you back to his den. “Don’t run from my cock now, princess. Isn’t this what you wanted? You were giving me slutty bedroom eyes throughout the whole show.”

He paused his violent thrusts for a moment, driving his hips backward to slowly brush the tip of his cock against your g-spot. He marveled at the way your pussy fluttered and clenched around him as he teased your sopping wet core. 

“Yes, baby…” you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the delicious stimulation. 

His hips jerked forward, meeting your ass with a singular mean thrust. “I’m sorry?”

You yelp at the sudden jolt of pain and pleasure, eyes snapping wide open as his fingers dig deeper into your hips. “Daddy! Yes, daddy! I want you! Please!” you babble desperately. 

Choso gave your ass one harsh smack before pounding into you again, settling on an unforgiving pace. He loved fucking you hard. Your walls always clenched him so tight, and he loved your cute little squeals you’d let out whenever his cock kissed your cervix. He loved how hard you always came from it, too—it only made him want to fuck you impossibly harder and deeper. His balls slapped against your clit with each thrust, and he admired the way your ass jiggled each time he slammed against it. The sound of him fucking you created its own erotic percussion that you both somehow loved more than the actual sound of his drums. 

“I’ma cum, ohmygod! Ch-Choso…daddy, fuck! I’m cumming!” You whine, unable to focus your gaze as fat tears blur your vision and spill down your face. 

“Good girl. Cum for me, pretty baby,” he moans, rubbing your clit in gentle praise as you spasm all over his throbbing length. “You’re so fucking pretty when you’re all fucked out and dumb on my cock.”

Nanami is the manager. His blond hair was always combed into a perfect style, and his soft, brown eyes focused on his surroundings as he effortlessly orchestrated the commotion around him. There was a certain calmness that surrounded him as he guided the band through every moment of post-concert teardown. Every once in a while, his eyes would land on you, where you sat quietly on one of the speaker cases backstage, ignoring his gaze with a small pout across your lips. 

The guys in the band would sometimes get a little too crazy after shows or on days off, and they have proved time and time again that they needed someone to keep them in check. Whether it’s passing out drunk outside of local bars, damaging and losing their gear, showing up late to sound checks, or simply being divas with attitude, Nanami swore that he was in charge of a bunch of children, and that you—his perfect girl—were the only one who could do no wrong. Even on nights like tonight, when you were upset with him for reasons that were beyond him, he was happy to pull you aside and get you in check as well.

His lips were on yours, tongue swirling around your mouth as he drank in your moans with fervor. His fingers laced through your hair, resting against the back of your head and using that placement to press your lips more firmly against his as his other hand pressed you against his body. He breaks the kiss for a moment to suck small hickies into your neck. 

“What’s got you so worked up tonight, my angel?” He murmurs against your neck, his hot breath sending goosebumps down the length of your spine. “I let you ignore me all evening, but you can’t hide from me now.”

“Kento…what-what about the guys?” You ask innocently, a small gasp leaving your lips as his teeth nip the skin over your pulse point rather hard. 

“Let’s see; Suguru’s in the dressing room, Toji and his woman are putting on a second concert in the shower, pretty sure I saw Satoru sneak onto the bus…” Nanami uses a finger to tilt your chin up, your eyes meeting his, “and Choso’s slutting himself out on stage. Where does that leave me to take my girl, hmm?”

Before you could even answer, he’s kissing you again, whisking you through a side door that exits outside behind the concert venue. Your eyes snap open as you feel a sudden breeze hit your skin, causing you to break the kiss. 

“Out here? But-“

He silences you with a hand to your throat. “Yes, pretty girl. Out here. Now tell me what you need, okay?”

Your eyebrows pinched in frustration. His strong hand choking you only aroused your needy cunt. You were supposed to be upset with him for being too busy for you that day, but the sultry tone in his voice was making you horny. 

“I need you…please, daddy. I missed you so much today. I need you to fuck me so bad.”

And before you know it, he has your feet off the ground, legs wrapped around his hips and your back against the hard brick wall as he bullies his cock into your cunt relentlessly. Your moans echo into the night sky, surely being heard by anyone lingering outside the nearby bars and restaurants as Nanami’s balls make harsh contact with your ass with each unforgiving thrust. “You like being a brat? Hm? Knowing daddy will fuck you nice and hard? I didn’t know my perfect girl was such a needy little slut.”

“Yes—yes! Right there, daddy!” You cry, pure ecstasy making your legs shake as his fat, veiny cock brushes the inside of your walls. “Haah—nnggh fuck, I’ma cum…” you slur, drool escaping from the corner of your lips as your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“That’s right, princess—give it to me. Give me everything. You like when I fuck you dumb, don’t you, baby? You’re so cute when you’re being a brat. Next time, though, I won’t be as gentle.”

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[thefallennightmare]

Arranged-eight

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: Okay, I lied. Here's a bit more fluff. Tags for this will be open, just shoot me a message or comment if you're interested!

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The car ride back home was quiet, only filled with the breaths of Bucky and I. He had opted out of a driver tonight, saying that he wanted to drive his bride home. Despite our small fight earlier, I couldn’t help but smile. The signing of our marriage went off without a hitch, or so I thought. 

Bucky quickly signed the paper with a smile before sliding it over to me. With my own pen clutched in my hand, the tip was ready to glide across the paper but I pulled my hand back slightly, only for half a second, before I signed my own name. Now becoming Mrs. Y/N Barnes. 

I didn’t think he noticed but with the sigh that came from Bucky, I knew he had noticed my small hesitation. But could he blame me? With our fight earlier, I couldn’t help but question if this was the best idea. I didn’t care if there was an arrangement with him and my parents. 

But it was the fear of disappointing them that made the final choice for me, knowing what they had to go through in order to make this happen. 

Also, Bucky was the other deciding factor. I knew that there were going to be some disagreements between us so I could back out after the first one. He had gone out of his way to make sure I felt comfortable with everything, and I’d be lying if I said there weren’t some feelings growing for him. 

“Did you tell your parents?” Bucky’s deep voice brought my attention back to the inside of the car. 

I nodded. “My mom still is upset we didn’t do a big spectacle, but I think that's only because she wanted to show off to her friends.”

His flesh hand lay gently on my knee but still kept his eyes on the road. “Maybe we can have them over for dinner sometime next week?”

I nodded at his suggestion, but Bucky could still tell something was weighing on my mind so with a quick squeeze of my knee, he urged me to talk.

“I know I said that I didn’t want to sleep in the same room but it is technically our wedding night so what about a movie night in bed?” 

The corner of Bucky’s lips rose. “I would really like that.” 

He brought my hand to his lips and left soft pepper-like across the back of it. I felt myself melt at his intense gaze. 

We had returned back home rather quickly and as I began walking up the steps to the front door, I yelped out when Bucky had lifted me into his embrace and carried me over the threshold bridal style. 

“Bucky put me down!” I playfully smacked his chest. 

“What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t carry you inside?” Bucky defended. 

Barb had emerged from the kitchen when my giggles filled the large house and she looked at us amused. 

“Well, if it isn’t the newlyweds,” she was drying her hands on a towel, “I was just about to start cooking dinner. Any requests?” 

Reluctantly, Bucky set me to my feet but quickly intertwined our fingers; my flesh with his vibranium. I gave it a squeeze, unsure if he could actually feel my touch. There were so many questions I had about his arm and was dying to know the answers. 

“Don’t worry about dinner tonight, Barb. We’re going to order in. Why don’t you actually take the rest of the night off?” Bucky ordered. 

She eagerly agreed with a fast nod, bidding us a goodnight and congratulations before she disappeared back into the kitchen. 

“So,” I began while swinging our hands together. 

“Your room. Half hour? I need to take care of some last-minute calls that I missed.” 

I didn’t bother asking what phone calls he had to make, knowing that he wouldn’t divulge anything about it. 

Gaining some courage, I stood on the tips of my toes and placed a gentle kiss on Bucky’s cheek letting it linger for a few seconds. As I pulled away, Bucky blinked a few times, trying to regain his composure after being caught off guard. 

“See you soon.” 

I scurried up the stairs, excited to spend some more alone time with him. 

“Are you kidding me? That’s how the movie ended?!” I questioned, shocked. 

Bucky chuckled and gave a half shrug. “It’s a very open-ended ending. Let's decide how you think it should end.” 

We had been silently watching a movie of his choice and I stayed on one side of the bed while he stayed on the other, keeping our hands in our respective laps in the beginning of the movie. As it ended, our hands were intertwined at the fingers, his vibranium thumb rubbing mine. 

“Want to watch another?” I asked. 

Bucky took a quick glance at the watch on his wrist and nodded. “If it’s not too late for you?” 

It was only a quarter after nine and I wasn’t quite ready to have him leave yet. 

“My turn to choose.” 

Bucky chuckled and kept his gaze on me as I searched through the endless options of movies on the television. There was so much intensity behind them that I could feel it graze over every inch of my body. I chewed on the inside of my lip, feeling myself burning up the longer he gazed at me and when I felt his breath on the side of my neck, I turned to look at him. 

Our faces were millimeters apart and I swallowed a breath when he rolled his tongue over his bottom lip, so slow. 

“Y/N?” 

I hummed at the richness of his voice. My heart jumped into my throat and my palms began to sweat. There was a shock that swirled around in my belly, filling with sudden want to feel Bucky’s lips; everywhere. 

He leans in closer, so slow. I internally groaned at how slow he had decided to close the distance. We both breathed and didn’t breathe, but our hearts were beating together in sync, so loud. Bucky is close now, I could feel his lips ghost over mine while the rest of my body is numb, frozen. I can’t feel anything, my fingers, or the cold breeze coming from the open window. All I feel is him, all over me, as Bucky cups my cheek with his vibranium palm, thumb grazing over my bottom lip. 

I moaned at the feeling which caused Bucky’s eyes to flutter shut. 

“Y/N..” 

I let out a husky breath, hearing him say my name once again, the deepness of it causing my core to twitch with desire. In a silent queue, I kissed his thumb, hoping he understood what I couldn’t say.

Our lips were finally tasting each other. The softness of his made me melt into his embrace like butter.

Bucky pulled away suddenly and leaned away from me. “I’m sorry, I should have asked-.” 

His apology was seized as I grasped his face, crashing our lips to each other again. It was a much more heated kiss than before. That one was tender and slow while this one was aggressive and sloppy, where your teeth are smacking together, and tongues are exploring every crevice of each other's mouths. We needed to feel each other, in every way. I nibbled on his bottom lip and Bucky groaned, hands clawing at my hips. My own hands slid up his chest and around his neck, fingers played with the ends of his hair and Bucky lifted me into his lap with ease. 

His vibranium arm wrapped around my back and scooted us closer up against the headboard and his large hands sprawled over my back and I leaned into him, pressing my chest against him. 

Bucky responded with a low growl and started leaving a mark in the crook of my neck. His name came off my lips in a breathy moan and I ran a hand through his hair, our hips began to move at a steady pace. 

There was a tension building low in my belly, warming the coil in my core, and I needed to let it go. 

An urgent knock pounded on the wood of my door causing me to jump slightly in Bucky’s embrace. He didn’t bother to let me go, only released my neck from his teeth with an annoyed sigh. 

“Yes?” He yelled. 

“Buck, it’s me.” 

Steve. 

A vibranium finger brushed the hair out of my face before another kiss was placed on my lips. I happily returned it. 

“This better be important, Steve,” Bucky called to the man on the other side of the door. 

“Wilson is requesting us at the lab. There was another issue with Dr. Banner.” 

Bucky froze under my touch so I placed a finger under his chin and lifted his gaze to me. 

“Everything alright?” 

I expected him to toss me off of him, muttering something about how it wasn’t my business however he kissed my forehead before softly setting me back onto my bed. 

“There’s this new tech my team has been working on and there seems to be another problem at the lab. I’ll be back late so don’t wait up, alright?” 

I nodded. “Be safe.” 

Bucky smiled. “Always, doll. Sweet dreams.” 

With flushed cheeks, body still feeling warm and reeling from our kiss, I couldn't help but worry about this last-minute emergency that was taking him from me.

[lexusiswriting]

A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 15 of ? - +18

Hi guys!

I don't really write smut, so please let me know if it's the most cringy thing you've ever read, so I will not include it in the future, haha <3

Warnings: +18.

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Without wasting any more time, I called Ricky and told him every thing that Corey said.

“You know how he is, darling. Don’t worry about him.”

“That’s exactly why I’m reacting like this. When he gets mad about something, a war is going to start.”

“If you want, I can have a talk with him.”

“Even though I appreciate it, I think it would make the situation even worse.”

“Why? He is threatening my family after all. I have every reason in this world to know what’s happening.”

And with that, all of my fears went away unexpectedly. When he said “my family” I swear my heart skipped a bit.

“Maybe you’re right, and I overthink it.”

“I’ll be at the studio in half an hour and I promise I’ll get your favorite coffee to make you feel better. How does that sound?”

“Knowing that you’ll be delivering it makes it even better.”

With that, I left every fear aside, waiting for Ricky in my office. I hope with my whole heart that everything is going to be fine. It wasn’t like I had other things to worry about like my boyfriend leaving soon for 7 months.

Even though we were official, I still had my doubts about not seeing each other for such a long time. I know deep in my heart that if our relationship is not going to work, I will not have another one. He is the one made for me, as I am for him.

When I heard a knock on my door, I realized how fast half an hour had passed and that Ricky was now hugging me and kissing the top of my head.

“Hope you’re feeling better now.”

“I really am, thank you for coming here.”

“You know I’m always here for you.”

Looking into his eyes, I knew he was telling the truth. He is the only person I had this feeling with. I closed the space between us and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Things got pretty heated, and he was the one to break the kiss.

“Lexus, you know how much I want this, but someone could hear us.”

“Then I promise I will be quiet.”

In a matter of seconds, our clothes were on the floor. We both knew the possibility of someone coming in and discover that we were together was really high, but we loved the adrenaline of it.

I was sitting on my desk and Ricky parted my legs to have a better view. The way he was looking at me like I was the most precious thing in the world made my heart beat faster.

“All this for me?”

“I’m all yours, Ricky.”

He got on his knees, leaving kisses on my thighs, knowing well this would kill me. My hand went to grab his hair, trying to lead his mouth where I wanted it.

“You’re so impatient, my darling.”

“Please…”

“Well, if you’re asking so nicely.”

Even though he started with sweet and slow kisses, now he was devouring me. His tongue was making me tremble with its every move. Two of his fingers made their way to my entrance, feeling them penetrating me. A small moan escaped my lips, making him stop.

“Forgot what you promised?”

“Please, don’t stop.”

He was now standing on his feet, one hand around my neck and the other one hitting the right spot every god-damn time.

“No one knows about us. Do you want them to see us fucking before the big announcement?”

“I… oh my god. No, of course not.”

“Then be a good girl for me, and I promise tonight I will make you scream and moan till morning.”

That’s everything I needed to hear to make me go over the edge. He knew I was about to cum and he stopped. His smirk was everything I needed to know that we were not done yet.

He got me off of the table and turned me around, my back facing him. Another moan was about to leave my lips when I felt him deep inside of me, and I had to bite my hand to not let it out.

“Just one sound and I would not let you cum, got it?”

All I could do at that moment was nod, trying to not show how much I was enjoying it. I knew he could feel how much pleasure he was making me feel, being so wet for him. One of his hands was now around my neck, closing the space between us so that I could hear him better.

“Cum for me, baby. I want to fill you in with me.”

I knew the bite would leave a mark on my hand, but that was the only way I could stay silent. When I felt his seed coming like a wave into me, I came as well. My legs were shaking, but Ricky held me against his chest, kissing the top of my head.

“Was it that hard to not make a sound?”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

[ser-rctslcyer]

Kneel My Knight || Marc Spector

Pairing: Marc Spector x Dom! AFAB! Gender-neutral! Avatar! Reader

Word Count: 939

Synopsis: Day 7 + Costumes

Warnings:  NSFW, Dry Humping, Hair Pulling, Costume Kink, Finger Sucking, Public Masturbation

A/N: These are 18+ works, so no minors(you will be blocked)!! Also if you have a blank blog or no age/age range listed I will also block!!!

Of all places to be doing this, you never even considered it happening on some roof fifteen minutes away from the flat. 

Pinned against the roof entrance, the cool brick sent shivers through you; in contrast to the way, Marc's warm body ground fervently against your thigh. He had pounced on your the moment the two of you landed on this building; not even taking the moment to fully let his suit dissipate before his lips found yours. He had blinded you with his hunger, apparent with each of his kisses; you thought you had made one too many innuendos on patrol and sent him over the edge. But how he breaks as you nip at his lips, putting the same passion he met you with, you realized his hunger was for something a little more invigorating. 

Snaking your hand up his shoulder, you held him by the back of his neck; your other gripping his hip tight. His hips stutter, whine leaving him as he presses himself closer. His hands lay flat against the obsidian breastplate you wore, fingers tracing over the jackal head etched upon it. From the pressure alone, you can tell he wants to touch you; that this barrier between you was driving him more wild. He was a sight; watching a man as strong as himself, crumble– mindlessly rutting against your thigh like nothing else mattered. 

The cocktail of his needy moans and desperate grinding left nothing but a carnal desire in your gut. 

One that couldn’t wait until you got home.

Swallowing his needy sounds one last time, you dug your fingers into his dark curls and tugged his head back. He breaks away from the kiss with one of the whiniest cries you’ve ever heard from him; hips buckling as he mewled your name. You shush him quietly, looking around to be sure he wasn’t heard by any of the sleeping residents before you turn back to him. 

“You’re so needy for me tonight, pretty boy,” you tease, enjoying the pitched noise that left him in response; adam’s apple bobbing, oblivious to the fact he was still rocking his hips.

“Couldn’t even wait until we got home,” you muse, watching how eager he was for a release. You didn’t know what exactly riled him up, perhaps the fighting from before but whatever it was the adrenaline was making its way through his system; driving his movements without care. 

“Please, I need you,” you barely capture what he said as the words tumble out of his mouth all too fast, “I need something.” His plea, his beg, his request– settles in your chest, and all of a sudden you feel wet. 

“Kneel,” you order, and without hesitation, he dropped to his knees. He peered up at you, curls stuck to his forehead and his lips slightly parted. Even though the mess of the man is a sight to see, it’s not what knots your stomach. It’s the way he looks at you, bright white moons shining in his eyes; emphasizing his desire for you.

He looks absolutely beautiful like this. 

“You can touch yourself but you can cum until I tell you to, okay?” you brush your thumb over his pink swollen lips.

“Yes.”

His costume shifted, bandages retracting from his crotch and he pulled out his cock. You lick over your lips; thrill shooting through your veins as he stroked himself with his bandaged hand. He didn’t seem bothered by the feeling of the fabric, making you wonder if he had done this before; the thought alone tempts you to squeeze your thighs. Your eyes don’t leave his hand, pumping slowly over his leaking cock. He takes his time, twisting his wrists to his liking, and occasionally rubbing his thumb over his tip; soft whimpers of your name escaping out of his mouth. You look back at his face, catching the lewd look on his face as tears escaped his pearly white eyes– wanting.

“Good boy,” you praise, using your free hand to stroke through his hair; feeling him shudder at your added touch and you tapped on his lips. “Now, open,” he does so without a fuss, taking your pointer and middle finger into his mouth. His muffled moans echo as he sucks, tongue swirling over your fingers while his hand jerks him off faster. You notice and tug on his hair again a whine leaving him again before he slowed down. 

The breeze feels like ice over the both of you as you keep your grip firm; shudders wrack through his body. He struggles to keep a normal pace and each time you correct him with a stiff tug and he steadies himself. The pads of your fingers press against his eager tongue and more broken noises leave him. He pants, slobbering more over your fingers, the desire for his release had reached its peak within him.  Full moons glimmered in his eyes, clouded in the desperate haze for pleasure. You remove your fingers, wiping them over his lips before he could beg. 

“Come for me, sweetheart,” your command was quick and made him collapse; his moans rippling around his fingers as he pumped his cock a few more times before his orgasm hit him. His cum paints across your boots and you coo at him, softly praising him for doing so well. His head settles against your thigh as he catches his breath and your fingers gently run through his hair. 

He seems worn but you know better than anymore just how long he could last.

And you were determined to leave breathless by the end of the night.

[chaos-in-deepspace]

L&DS Xavier: Begging for a Pegging | 18+

So anyway, got possessed at 1 in the morning, finished writing this by 3, and ya. This is the first one in the series. The other boys will soon be getting a strap in the ass as well. Also I edited this with grammarly premium so uh...we just hoping for the best but I wanted to get this out tonight gg.

♡(ᓀ‸ᓂ)♡ Pairings: Xavier x Reader ♡(ᓀ‸ᓂ)♡ Warnings: Pegging, Bottom Xavier, Collars and Leashes, Begging, Nicknames, AFAB Reader ♡(ᓀ‸ᓂ)♡ Synopsis: In order to defeat Heartbreaker you need to solidify your bond with Xavier. Your idea might be out of the box, but it'll certainly bring you two closer. ♡(ᓀ‸ᓂ)♡ Word Count: 5k

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

Blog Information | Masterlist

Xavier

Begging for a Pegging

Your phone hovered over the ‘send’ button, shifting slightly in your bedroom. You looked at all the supplies you had gathered up. Your heart pounded as you finally hit the button, expecting to hear from Xavier in maybe a few hours. To your surprise, your phone lit up with a phone call immediately. You fumbled a bit with your phone, not expecting it before answering.

“Xavier?” You said, mentally kicking yourself from how your voice wavered. You were excited, anticipating your little plan coming together. Still, you absolutely did not want him to know about it beforehand.

He called your name gently over the phone, “You said it was an urgent mission, so I thought a phone call would be better,” he spoke, and you nodded, then realized he couldn’t see you. You had just texted him that you had received a new urgent mission and that you’d need your partner to help you. Of course, that would get him to call you right away.

“Ya, I just got the information in,” you began as you sat on the edge of your bed, “It’s about that incident with Heartbreaker. I have a plan, but you’ll need to come over to my apartment later,” you didn’t even finish speaking when he cut you off.

“I’m heading over now,” and there goes your heart. You stood up, and he had already hung up before you could say anything. You shivered as you took one last look at all your things and nodded. This would be fine. It had to be okay.

You left your room in a hurry, wishing you had time to put something a bit more…sexy on. Oh well, that could wait for another time. You were certain Xavier would agree to what you were about to offer him. He was always so agreeable to you in the past, a perfect little bunny for you.

You hadn’t even gotten to the door when there was knocking. He was as fast as ever, and you suspected he had just teleported to your apartment’s door. You opened it up and caught sight of Xavier. His hair was messy with bedhead, and he wore his usual white hoodie. He looked like he had just woken up because of your text, and the small yawn he tried to stifle made you realize that was probably exactly what happened.

“Come on in,” You said, allowing him to walk inside your apartment. Nothing was amiss as he strolled in, hands shoved into the hoodie pocket. He looked around and turned as soon as you had closed and locked the door. You watched him take off his shoes and put them close to the door before he spoke up.

“So, do you have a plan?” were the first words out of Xavier’s mouth. 

You softly hum, “I do. Sit down, and I’ll explain,” you motioned towards the couch. Xavier didn’t stop to even think as he sat down on the plush sofa, staring up at you. He was confused at first as to why you weren’t joining him, but then he watched as you began pacing slightly.

“In order to defeat Heartbreaker, we must strengthen our bond. I’ve come up with a plan on how to do so,” you said. The last time you came across him, the snarky little thing had basically said you two aren’t close enough. A shame, really, but it did lead to something that would hopefully be fun for the two of you.

“And that would be?” he asked, tilting his head. He looked so relaxed on the couch, a sweet man with cerulean eyes that looked over at you like a puppy would their owner. You smiled, wanting to cup his face and kiss him, but this was serious business.

You cleared your throat as you said the following words that would really show how this evening would go, “Xavier, I need to peg you,”

The room fell silent as Xavier looked at you. His expression morphed from confusion to shock. It was almost priceless as you could see the slight reddening of his ears and cheeks as he tried to process what you had said,

“It’s to save Linkon City,” You added on; you knew the man was a sucker for whenever you made mention of that. Besides, Captain Jenna did say to do whatever it took to take down Heartbreaker when you got assigned this mission.

His silence was expected as he put a hand over his mouth, thinking things over. You could see the little cogs in his head turning and smirking. Your feet never stopped as you couldn’t just sit still; the anticipation was killing you.

“Is this your subtle way of asking to…peg me?” Xavier finally asked you, looking confused as you paced the living room. He didn’t seem appalled, though. Instead, he appeared…almost like he had been expecting this from you at some point.

“This is in no way, shape, or form supposed to be subtle,” You explained with a huff, putting a hand over your hip, “But I’m not lying. It’s to save Linkon City…we can write it in the report when we take him down,” you nodded your head at the statement.

Xavier was silent once again before he cleared his throat. He stood up and took a few steps closer to you, his hand reaching for your hip, “I am going to beg you not to include this in your report,” he said, swallowing thickly.

“Then beg,”

Those words threw Xavier off momentarily, his eyes widening at the statement, “...What…?” was all he said. He hadn’t expected this coming from you, but he was…shit, he could feel his cock twitching in his pants as you stared at him. He licked his lips without thinking, wondering where this was going and how fast you guys were getting there.

“You heard me,” You stepped closer and touched his chest. That same hand wrapped around the fabric of his hoodie, dragging him down to eye level, “I want you begging for me tonight,” your mouth ghosting over his lips. Xavier was about to lean in and properly kiss you, but you suddenly let go and took a step back.

His breath was caught in his throat as he watched you backing up, “Come on, bunny,” you said, crooking your finger to get him to follow you. Xavier took in a deep breath, closing his eyes to calm down before following you with an urgency.

How eagerly he followed you was adorable, almost tripping on your heels as you stopped before your door. You look back at him with a smile, “You’re okay with anything it takes, right?” you begin, and he nods, “I mean anything,” you voice, accentuating your tone so he knows.

“If it’s to save Linkon…” and to save his sanity with the thought of you over him. He was working hard not to blush right now, thinking about how you would look in a more dominant setting like this. Sure, you always took the reins in the relationship, but this was something new.

You slowly opened the door to your bedroom, allowing Xavier to come in and see precisely what you had been prepping. He looked over at the strap-on, the toy itself being slender but long. Next to it was a bottle of lube…and a collar and leash. He looked at those two the longest, his brain thinking of exactly why you had them.

“It’s to save Linkon,” you nodded, walking over to the bed. Your hand goes over the blue collar with little hearts for studs, picking it up as the dog tag swayed, the light catching it just right so Xavier can read it: “Good Boy.”

He swore that his cheeks would never return to their natural color. His mouth felt dry as he looked at the tag and then back at you. You didn’t seem nervous at all somehow, exuding confidence as you played with the collar, “Come on, bunny,” you chuckled, “Let me put this on for you,”

Xavier got closer until he was almost chest-to-chest with you. You leaned up with the collar, wrapping it around his neck and clicking it into place. “Is this…necessary?” he finally managed to ask, voice barely above a whisper as you put the leash on.

“I think it is,” you murmured just as quietly. You stepped back, admiring how the collar seemed to light up his blue eyes perfectly. He looked so cute like this, a tamed pet of your own.

“Alright, baby boy, I want you lying on the bed,” you said, motioning towards it. You were already moving the supplies out of the way to give him more room. He looked at the bed and then back at you, a slight pout on his lips.

“I…do I have to?” he uttered, and you looked at him and raised your eyebrow.

“That depends. Do I have your consent to peg you?” You asked first. He nodded in response, “And do you have a safeword we can use if you’re uncomfortable?” 

This got him thinking for a moment, “Ramen,” your lips quivering into a smile at that sound. If it worked, it worked, and honestly, you doubted he would be talking about ramen casually when he had a toy shoved up his ass.

“Alright, ramen it is,” you nodded, “Now lay down,”

“It’ll be weird just…lying there, though,” he commented, and you took a moment. Perhaps being in a missionary position would be too vulnerable for him. If that’s the case…

“You’re right…I want you on your elbows and knees,” you said as you looked him right in the eyes. He took in a sharp inhale as his eyes widened minutely. He looked over at the bed and then at your very serious expression.

“I…” he tried to devise another excuse, but you stopped him before he could begin.

“On,” One step closer, “your,” another step with your hand reaching up, grabbing him by the leash and dragging him down to your face, “knees,” your voice was dripping with authority, and he shivered at the tone. He nodded his head after you loosened your hold and made his way to the bed. He did as you said, getting on his elbows and knees, his head right over the pillows as he looked back at you.

“Is this okay…?” He sounded embarrassed, and it was honestly adorable. You licked your lips and walked closer, your hand going over the curve of his ass. He looked so damn good like this as your eyes took in his form. The blush crept up to his ears and the back of his neck as he waited patiently for your reply.

“Ya, this is good,” you said while your hand trailed to the front of his pants. You pressed down as soon as you felt his cock through the fabric of his jeans. He gasped as he tried rolling his hips into the touch, and you chuckled, “So needy already, huh, little dove,” you said as you undid the buttons of his pans.

It was easy enough to begin pulling his pants and underwear down. Once they got to the crook of his knees, you tapped his legs, “Adjust yourself so I can take these off,” you muttered, watching as he obeyed. You could see his cock hanging between his legs, hot and heavy. The tip glistened with his own arousal, and you had barely even done anything.

“So cute…” you breathed out, your hand going back to his ass. You were entranced by the flesh there, round and perfect. You couldn’t help but give it a playful slap, watching it jiggle. Xavier let out a small moan at the contact and tried looking back at you with a pout.

“W-what was that for?” he said; he already sounded so damn turned on with how his voice was taking a huskier tone. It was still the same gentle rumble you were used to, but this version had a little something extra that had your underwear slickening up.

“Just wanted to watch your ass shake,” you casually commented, “Now spread your legs for me a bit,” you tapped his inner thigh in encouragement. He did as you said, shifting to open up his legs as you stared at his cute little hole.

“Why would you wa-ah!” he let out a surprised noise when he felt something wet trailing over his ass. He could see you smirking, your mouth open, and your tongue lolling out. Saliva dripped down your damp tongue as it went over to his hole. Your hands were now gripping his ass and holding it apart so you could get the spit right where you want it. 

You put your tongue back in your mouth, “Were you saying something?” you asked, one finger now trailing over his puckered hole. You gently prodded at it, not pushing in just yet but letting him feel the slightest pressure. It had him flinching away from your touch as his face lit up.

“N-no…” he huffed, knowing you were teasing him. He bit back a groan at the sensation of your fingers sliding in slightly. The sensation was new and foreign but not entirely uncomfortable. Then he watched as you adjusted yourself on the bed, getting close enough that your breath ghosted over it, “W-wait, you can-hng,” he moaned out when your tongue licked at him.

“Just relax, bunny,” you cooed and then pressed your tongue again to his asshole. He shivered as he felt the wet muscle slipping slightly into him. Now, this was something he couldn’t even imagine feeling. How your tongue seemed to make him squirm, his body twitching under as you held his ass open for you to tongue fuck him shallowly.

He was so cute, the noises he was trying to withhold occasionally coming out, and it was all you could do to not just fuck him straight into the mattress. You wanted him to be well and prepared this time around. Maybe next time, you could be a bit more harsh in your scene, but for now, you just wanted to watch him squirm and eventually cry out because of the pleasure.

You leaned away, pressing a quick kiss to his ass cheek and letting him calm down. The front of his body collapsed onto the mattress as he took a pillow and held it close to him. He pressed one cheek into another pillow, panting as he tried to not get too excited. You could see how his cock twitched, though, now drooling onto the sheets below him.

You grabbed the bottle of lube you had tossed to the side, flicking the cap open and drizzling some into your hand. You massaged it a little, getting it warm before your hand finally was ready to open him up. He gasped a touch when he felt your finger pressing against his entrance. Due to how your tongue went in, your finger could easily glide. You could feel just how tight and warm he was as he whimpered into the pillows.

“Xav, you gotta relax, honey,” you said, working your finger in him as you slowly slid it in and out. You could feel the more you did it, the more he managed to loosen up around you. Soon, you could work a second finger in, and this time, you heard a loud whimper from him.

You looked down to see his eyes widen in shock, then he quickly buried his face into the pillow underneath him. It was clear he was trying to make it so you couldn’t hear him anymore, and for now, it would be fine. You’d have him singing in no time when the strap was nestled inside him.

For now, you worked slowly, spreading your fingers into him and letting him adjust to the intrusion. Xavier swore he had never felt anything like this. He hadn’t expected you to be so damn bold, but he wouldn’t say he disliked it. He had heard about pegging a few times and had been interested, but he didn’t think you’d be the one to set it on the table. Now that he was here, legs spread open as your fingers nestled themselves into his warmth, he was thanking every deity out there for your confidence.

“How are you feeling, bunny?” You asked, your fingers now quickly thrusting inside of him. You watched as he shook under your touch, occasionally twitching as he fought himself not to roll his ass into your hand. You could see him nod, and you tsked, “Use your words, I need to know,” you said.

Xavier moved his face from the pillow for a second to speak, “F-fine,” he said, and then his eyes widened, his jaw almost slack in a moan as your fingers hit something inside of him. You could see it, just how good it made him feel. His face quickly retreated back into the pillows, though, before you could see more. It didn’t stop your fingers from playing with that spot. You could hear the little whimpers coming from the pillows and how loud he was.

“Such a good boy,” you cooed, “I think you’re ready for my strap, don’t you think?” you shoved a sliver of mercy as you took your hands out of him, holding his ass in your hands as you waited. He didn’t seem to respond, so you pinched his cheek, making his head jolt up to look back at you. He was pouting, his lip jutting out from your audacity.

“I asked you a question,” you said and watched his expression turn confused, “Are you ready for my cock, pretty boy?” Now, his eyes widened as he swallowed a lump in his throat.

“I…ya,” he managed to get out. It was good enough for you, though, as you sat up and leaned over his body. Your hand was gripping his chin and quickly kissing him. It was over before he could return it, looking at your smirking face.

“Alright, you wait right here then,” you got up and off the bed with Xavier’s eyes on you, watching like a hawk. You looked back at him, those beautiful cerulean eyes now looking almost black from how turned on he was. You put on a little show, slowly taking off your shirt and then playing with the hem of your pants. You bent over, showing off your own ass as you took them off, and Xavier saw for the first time you hadn’t even bothered with underwear.

You grabbed the harness and made quick work of getting it on. You had practiced extensively when buying this one to be fast and efficient. The fake cock nestled between your legs, the blue of it was shiny and would look so good against Xavier’s skin.

His eyes watch as you approach the bed, getting on it once more and settling yourself right behind him. You playfully tapped the fake dick on his ass, letting him feel the cold steel of it. He shivered as he tried looking forward now, knowing if he stared head-on, he might combust.

“Lift your ass up a little more, Xayxay,” You said as you went to grab the lube. He listened, lifting himself up, and you watched as he actually shook his ass a bit so you could watch the jiggle. You smirked at the sight as you popped the cap open once more, pouring a generous amount all over the toy and stroking it languidly.

“You’re just too damn cute, Xav; now be a good bunny and relax, okay?” you said, your heart already beating at the thought of getting to the main course of the evening, “This strap isn’t that big since it’s your first time,” you assured him. You could see how tense he was as you went to push up his hoodie to expose the expanse of his back. Your hand trailed over the muscles there, and you couldn’t help but think about how slutty his waist looked like this. He was absolutely made to be bred.

You gently rub the tip of the artificial cock over his entrance, watching as his hips initially flinched away before relaxing once again. The tip prodded gently at his opening, slowly slipping into it. Xavier nuzzled his face into the pillows below, trying to stop you from hearing the long whine in the back of his throat as you slipped into his waiting hole.

He’s gasping by the time you bottom out, breaths coming out in small pants. He felt like he could fall apart at any moment, his cock twitching between his legs as he realized just how neglected it had been this entire time. The tip was an angry red at this point, considering how bad he needed to release, but you were smart enough not to let him get to that point just yet.

You could still see how tense he was, clearly having issued just letting go and being a cute little slut for you. Your hands went to his side, pinching his hip and making him gasp, “Relax, bunny, it’s alright,” you said, keeping your voice as gentle as possible. He was blushing like mad, and you wished you had taken his hoodie off so you could see just how far it traveled down his back. He did feel so fucking hot underneath you, though, and he looked sexy as all hell.

The toy disappeared perfectly into him as your hips were flush against him. You heard a shaky breath coming from him, and you decided to finally move inside of him. You worked your angle, recalling how your fingers had managed to hit his prostate earlier. You knew you managed to angle it correctly when you saw his knuckles turning white from his grip.

Still, it was too quiet. Sure, you could hear his moans from the pillow, but it was muffled, “Xavier, I want to hear you,” you said, your hips slowly fucking into him and hitting his sweet spot. If he was good, you’d reward him by properly drilling this cock into him, but for now, he had to learn to obey.

You could hear the small whimper and how his head shook side to side to let you know that wouldn’t happen. You purse your lips for a moment, realizing he decided to be disobedient at a time like this. You looked over at the leash that lay abandoned next to him and smirked.

Your hand grabbed the leash tightly, and then you tugged. You heard the choked noise of Xavier as his head snapped up, eyes wide like saucers, as you took that exact moment to slam roughly into him. He almost screamed at this, letting out a loud moan that was shortly followed by a nearly pathetic whimper.

“I said,” another harsh thrust, “I wanted to,” he was moaning so damn loud you were sure you’d have noise complaints, “Hear you!” one more slam and his moaning turned into another whine. He looked back at you, and you could see the start of a tear in the corner of his eyes. His mouth hung open and lips glistening with saliva, and fuck, he must’ve been drooling into the damn pillow, “I told you I wanted to hear you moaning, not complaining, little dove,”

“Please,” he started as he felt you moving inside of him, slamming into his sweet spot, “G-gentle hng, fuuuu-” he whined again. His eyes squeezed shut as he took it all in, trying desperately to get accustomed to the stimulation you were providing. 

“Gentle?” You asked, tugging again on the leash, “You decided to disobey, and now you’re making requests?” you tilted your head now as you slammed your dick directly into his prostate now. The loud clapping noise of your pelvis meeting his ass with every stroke seemed to reverberate through the room alongside his cacophony of moans.

“S-sorr mhm-ple-please,” he begged, and it was enough for you to sigh. You hated how soft you were for him and his gentle begging as his eyes looked back at you. A tear now stained his cheek as he finally let it fall. He looked absolutely wrecked, and you hadn’t even done anything too extreme. It made you wonder what he would be like when edged, maybe overstimulated…or both.

“Is my little bunny feeling good?” You chuckled, deciding to give in and slow your thrusting. It was still hitting his sweet spot with every stroke, but at least now it wasn’t straight-up abusing it.

“Y-yes agh-fu-so so good, mhm!” he whined out, and he sounded like a pornstar; it was a shame you hadn’t asked him if you could record. The mental image of him like this would be burned into your memory for weeks. You already knew damn well you’d be fucking yourself later as you thought about his begging, or perhaps you’d ride him like a toy after he recovered.

You watched his back arching into you so perfectly, his hips going to meet your thrusts as he finally seemed to have given in to the moment. Lust had clearly clouded his rational thoughts at this point as he let his noises run free, whimpering and occasionally begging while calling out your name.

“Alright, Xav, if I let go of your leash, do you promise to let me continue listening to your sweet little moans?” you asked, tugging slightly to remind him of his position. You could see him nodding; it was enough for you to release him. He fell back onto the bed, cheek pressed into the mattress as he let out a small, choked sob. He was so fucking close, but something was keeping him from coming, but with how his brain was mush, he couldn’t think of a reason until he felt it.

Your warm hand was wrapping around his weeping cock. He let out an almost howl as he was so fucking sensitive right now, and in only a few strokes, his vision was turning white. You could see little glimmers of light around him as his evol seemed to flicker.

Cum painted your hand as you worked him through. You hadn’t expected him to bust the moment you touched him, but it was honestly adorable how he did. You looked at the tears on his cheeks as he whimpered at how you didn’t seem to let up at all. He was shaking and panting as he worked through it all until, finally, he was flinching from your touch, feeling like it was all too much.

You stilled your hips, the cock still nestled into him. You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his cheek and nuzzling him, “Such a good job, baby boy,” you muttered, “Imma take it out now. Is that okay?” you asked, watching as he seemed to nod. He was so out of it, his eyes glazed over as he lay limp under you. He did let out a slight whine as he felt the cock leaving his body, though.

You quickly unclipped it, letting it fall from your waist and tossing it to the side. You then grabbed Xavier’s hips and fell off to the side with him in tow. The mattress bounced as your body flopped onto it, spooning him.

“Xavier,” you whispered in his ear in your newfound spooning position. He gasped a little at feeling your breath ghosting over the shell, “Open your mouth,” you now pressed a kiss right underneath his ear. His breath caught in his throat as he seemed to squirm from the slightest of teasing.

Xavier didn’t know what to expect at first but complied, opening his mouth for you. You pressed your cum coated hand to his lips, “Go ahead and clean me off, okay?” you instructed. He whimpered, but he’d do just about anything at this point. His tongue lapped at his release, licking up his cum that was all over your hand. He grimaced from how bitter it was but didn’t want to know what you’d do if he didn’t listen.

He swallowed what coated his tongue and breathed out, “D-done…” he said, and you hummed, pressing your thumb to his lip.

“Good boy, so good for me,” you kissed the back of his neck, your hand trailing to his hips and rubbing them gently, “You feeling okay?” you finally asked as you unclipped his leash, tossing it to the side so he wouldn’t accidentally choke himself in case he fell asleep like this.

Xavier shifted in your hold, turning to his other side to face you. His hand reaches up to cup your cheek and brings you in for a proper kiss. You melted into it instantly, closing your eyes and savoring how soft his lips felt against your own. The wet smacking of you two was the only thing you could hear as he breathed against you.

“It was really good,” he said with a small smile, “Think this is enough to take down Heartbreaker?”

You actually laughed, your eyes dancing with amusement as you recalled the entire reason you had gotten him into this position. You leaned in for another kiss, and when you parted, you wiggled enough to kiss his forehead.

“Ya, I think this is fine…but for good measure, maybe we should take a nap and try some other things when we wake up,” you suggested, and now you could see Xavier smiling at the idea.

“That sounds good to me…” he yawned and then nuzzled into you, “Sleep…then more sex,”

I regret absolutely nothing, as per usual. He is my bottom bitch. My little bunny.

[dontfall-inlove-withthe-moment]

Don’t fall in love with the moment / M.H

Matty Healy x female character

Word count: 1242

Warnings: non for this chapter

Chapter three:

I allowed my body to relax. After all, cuddling with a guy I had known for 12 hours wasn't the strangest thing happening to me at the moment. “Oh hi darling” He said to me in a raspy morning voice, I kept staring at him, i needed to address the elephant in the room, but i wanted to do it subtly, sliding the topic slowly so that way it wouldn't seem like i had stalked everything about hm last night, which i had.

“Are you famous?” Yeah. Subtle. He just looked at me amused “I guess you did your research last night did you?” I blushed, in an embarrassed way. This was weird, very fucking weird.

“Look Matty, I had a great time but I think I'm just gonna leave'' I said. At that moment I realized I was still in his arms, cuddling with him, in his bed. I freed myself from his grasp quickly, attempting for this situation to end as fast as possible “No wait, don't leave ¡This is funny Claire!” he said “No, no, this is not funny this is weird” i shrugged, how could he not see how strange all this was. “Oh come on, just because I'm famous this is weird? I'm still a person you know?” He told me, sounding rather amused than offended.

I let out a sigh. I didn't know what to do, this could be a common situation for him, but it wasn't for me.

“I want to get to know you better” What was he trying to achieve with this? I just looked at him trying to figure him out. “Go on” i said

“Let me take you out, tonight, on a proper date. And then i'll let you decide if you actually don't like me.'' He was such a cliche, I laughed and he looked at me, waiting for an answer. He was dead serious “Uhm, I, I mean” I didn't know what to say. Was I really going to go out with a celebrity? I mean I was the one who wanted to spice up her life, but this seemed kinda public, and was way out of my comfort zone. I remembered he was still waiting for my answer “Yes” I said and he smiled confidently “But, nothing public, I don't want to see my face in any article or rumor blogs” “Deal” he said and it was sealed. I was going on a date with him. Tonight.

He asked me for my number and he said he was gonna pick me up. Matty wanted the location to be a surprise. “Okay. So I'll pick you up at nine and you'll text me your address?” He asked and i agreed

After I left his apartment everything that happened slowly started to sink in and in that moment, panic began to intrude my thoughts.

When I arrived at my place my friend was waiting for me, worried but mostly intrigued. “Soo… Would you mind telling me where you slept last night? But more importantly, With whom?” I looked at her amused. How on earth do you tell someone you slept with an international rockstar?

“Uh, well, you know, with some guy” I said , trying to sound indifferent, not making a big deal of it. “Well duh, I know that. I want names girl, and I'm a hundred percent sure you know it” I sighed in defeat, I wasn't gonna win this one “Matty” I said quietly. Sophie looked at me blankly “Matty who?” she asked, getting more and more impatient with me. “Matty Healy” I stared at my friend, eager for an answer, but her face just gave me an annoyed expression “Oh come on Claire, why do you care so much, just tell me who it is, maybe i don't know him” I just stared at her. Was he really this famous? “No, no Sophie, I'm not lying, I did genuinely hook up with Matty Healy” I said, almost laughing at her.

“So you're telling me that Matty Heally is so desperate that he has sex with randoms he meets in bars?” my friend asked “Well first of all. Bitch. And second. Yes” I replied. This was all so funny, and weird.

We couldn't stop laughing, my boring life had taken a turn in one night and it was the most interesting thing that had happened to us in a while. We continued talking for continuous hours, catching up and gossiping about everything. “He asked me on a date you know” i told her giggling “No fucking way” she said “When?” I looked at her and told her that tonight but she suddenly stopped in her tracks, turning serious abruptly “Are you for real right now?” i looked at her confused, was this a bad thing, a good thing or what “Yeah… Why?” She gasped as if I had said the most absurd thing ever “Why? you're telling me you're not nervous at all. Oh my god ¡We have to get you ready!”

Sophie's girlfriend arrived at our apartment at 6:00. My date was at 9 but my roommate insisted that i had to look my finest and to be honest i didn't disagree, after all, he wasn't just any guy, the situation had acquired a new importance that a regular date wouldn't have normally, it could end up public, a little slip and my face could appear in the cover of a magazine and i wasn't really sure if i was completely okay with that.

I was almost ready by 8:30 but my only concern was not being dressed for the occasion, I mean that would be embarrassing, even for me. I texted Matty asking what to wear but he only replied with a “whatever you want” Ugh, what does that even mean.

Sophie's girlfriend, Laura told me to just wear something casual that I could wear in a pub, but elegant enough for a restaurant, again what does that even mean.

I ended up going for a black skirt, some platform boots and a red top, I guess this could work for any kind of date. Sophie was over the roof, I let her take complete control over my make up and buy, she knew what she was doing. I was so nervous, I hadn't gone out on a date in a while now and I was scared it would turn out awkward or worse, he would get bored of me. God I am pathetic.

When I got the text that he was outside was when the panic really started to kick in. “No no no no no. What if we get photographed? Or he gets bored of me?” I kept asking Lura and Sophie, while I ran frantically in my apartment.

I was getting way too anxious and this was getting out of hand. It was finally when Sophie grabbed me and talked me down that I finally calmed down. “Claire, this is just a date, cut worrying about what he'll think, he's just a guy anyways” She was right, this didn't have to be anything but a normal date.

When I came down to meet him, he looked at me amazed. “You look amazing,” he said, unable to hide the astonishment in his voice. I just giggled and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. We got in his car and I could already sense this would be a very fun night.

Hey beautiful peopleee, I’m genuinely so sorry this took me so long, and it’s also kind of short, it’s just that a lot of work to do and I just hadn’t had the time to finish the chapter, but I really hope you guys like it and always know I’m open to critics and comments 🫶🫶

[larabiatasstuff]

Firstly I love your blog! Secondly could I please ask you to write a story about older terry? I'm someone who suffers with a nut allergy and I would love to see a story where he saves his beloved from her nut allergy just in the nick of time :)

First of all thank you so much for your kind words anon it really means a lot. 🖤As someone who suffers with a nut allergy herself I can relate. Of course I write that for you 🙏

It was date night for Terry and me. Like every Friday we talked about what we could do and this time we decided to have dinner at the new restaurant that opened recently. So we got there and a friendly woman guided us to our table. It was on the outside terrace where we could watch the stars. "It's beautiful here isn't it?" I asked him "But not as beautiful as you my love,you look breathtaking tonight." "Thank you honey, you look very handsome yourself Mr Silver." So we looked through the menus as a young, nervous looking woman approached us. "Hello I'm your waitress for tonight. What can I get you?" "Before we order I need you to know that I'm allergic to nuts so if you could get that information to the kitchen that would be perfect." "Oh, alright I... I will tell the chef." I gave her a warm smile. She must have been new to the job and I wanted to comfort her. "It's alright there's no need to be nervous, you're doing a great job." she nodded and took our orders and left. "That was very sweet of you my love." Terry said "Yeah I remember my first time serving guests and there was no one who had a nice word for me." Terry took my hand and placed a soft kiss on the back. "And that's exactly why I love you."After some time our food arrived and it was absolutely amazing. When we were finished we decided to stay for a drink and that's when I started to feel unwell. Terry of course noticed it immediately" Are you alright my love? ".I took a sip of my water" I don't know, I feel kind of warm and my stomach feels weird. I think I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be right back." I got up from my seat and made my way to the restroom. I looked into the mirror and froze, my whole face was red and I had a hard time swallowing and breathing. I knew I had an allergic reaction but unfortunately I didn't bring my purse with me where my epi pen was in. I tried to calm down but on my way to the door I felt dizzy and fell to the floor. I couldn't call for help and was desperately trying to get some air. "Sweetheart? Is everything okay in there?" I heard Terry's voice coming from outside, I tried to answer him but all I could bring out was a moan. Then he opened the door and his eyes went wide. "Oh my god, somebody call an ambulance my girlfriend has an allergic reaction, now!" he hurried away to get the epi pen out of my purse and injected it into my thigh. "Everything will be fine my love, just hold on. I'm here okay? Try to breathe for me, deep breaths just like that." he knelt beside me holding my hand and stroking my hair. Breathing already started to feel easier. "I'm so glad you came... I was..." but Terry didn't let me finish "Shhh don't talk my love, you need to rest. We're waiting for the ambulance to get you checked up alright? Just keep breathing nice and slow." Then the ambulance arrived and took me to the hospital "Well Miss L/N you were lucky your boyfriend acted so fast you almost had an allergic shock. I will keep you here for tonight just in case but you'll be free to leave in the morning." "Thank you doctor. How are you feeling my love?" Terry asked sitting beside me. "Much better. You saved my life Terry. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here anymore." "Don't say that my love I'm always looking after you. I won't let anything happen to you as long as I'm alive and you know that.Also I talked to the restaurant owner and it seems that they accidentally switched your order with another one ". "Oh my the poor waitress, does she know it wasn't her fault?"Terry chuckled "There you are lying in a hospital bed worrying about others.Yeah I think he told her. Now rest a bit my love, I'll stay as long as you need me." I gave him a tired smile "I love you Terry Silver" he placed a soft kiss on my forehead. "I love you too sweetheart."

[hummingbird-games]

Dev Daries

Feb 3, 2023

IT’S (me again announcing) BLACK HISTORY MONTH AYYYYYYEEEE!!!!!!! 

Okay, some updates of the Crushed variety???

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There are a few things I’d like to tweak before making the page public this weekend, one of them involving 1-2 more/different screenshots. Maaaaaybe some cute little graphics made via Canva?? But I’m starting to get an idea of the visual theme for this project. And it’s happening a lot faster than it did for HSD 😂

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If this conversation looks familiar, that’s on purpose. I just want to bring your attention to what I’ve accomplished since last time LOL! All that’s left now is to replace the white bubbles with a different color, which is annoyingly not simple??? I also keep putting it off because that requires making A Decision. And I’m decision-ed out 💩 

As y’all are aware, this is for the Black VN game jam. The original plan was to have a small enough project that could be done by or before Feb. 28, but this thing kind of ballooned and I’ve scaled back to “release 6-7k word demo with completed art and graphic assets, music, and text”. 

As of the time of this post, the full 20k something words are coded. I can technically play through the whole thing including the three endings and it’s quite a thrill. I cannot wait until y’all get the same opportunity!!! (Ending 2 still makes me sob like a baby, wheeeeeeeee!)

The plan is to have the game out Summer 2023, but that is dependent on 1) how fast the art is finished (because ya girl is thinking unlockable CGs, but also there’s the sprite art which ahaha is the highest priority...ugh) and 2) how I’m doing health wise. But I will keep y’all posted, and of course I’ve got fun things to share as we wait for the full game to release!

CGs might be up in the air but...voice acting is a thing that’s happening??

Just tonight I had my first live direct with a voice actor y’all and now I see why so many game devs become addicted to incorporating it?!?!? (It’s partial VA so don’t get too excited but get a lil excited because the finished product is gonna sound so cool.)

At this point you’ve maybe seen the character reveals?? Or you’ve seen me Crying On Main and missed the self-reblogs 😭 y’all, I did not want to do a m!MC game!!!! I even went as far as making a post saying I wouldn’t make a BL game (note to y’all, back up ya shit AND never say never). But one of my unwritten mottos for this studio is to tell stories. Tell the stories that won’t let me know peace until they’re out.

And Crushed wouldn’t have worked with an f!MC. And I quickly found out it this story wouldn’t work unless it was bi Black boy. 

the biphobia out here is something I’m going to fight until I’m 6ft under

Black boys and their stories are not a monolith, and I’m sick of teen media being written for adult consumption while disrespecting the teen demographic

one Black teen is going to play this game and it’s my hope, my desire, that they will feel less hollow inside when they finish...

So anyhoo. That’s your update.

If you’re looking for my “special brand” of game reactions and uncensored thoughts, I promise I will make the side blog public sometime 😭 I’ve been switching energy to books and I’m still trying to prove an author I adore wrong! When I asked her how does she balance gaming and reading, she looked into the camera and told me ‘you don’t’ and I hate that years later she’s still right...

And that’s that! I’m off now 🤪

- Gemini

P.S. I still plan on doing the bad endings for An Everyday Love and making it everyone’s problem, and that’s like half the reason I’m dragging my feet, so forgive me 

[the-duckless-pond]

maybe triggering? At the beginning

Well, I ordered first aid supplies. It’ll be here Monday. So I guess that settles that. I’m really doing this again. What a fucking mess.

But I can’t deny that it is seeming to help. I mean, it’s like my old therapist told me - you wouldn’t do it if it didn’t work. I guess I should probably feel bad about relapsing but I just… feel nothing about it. It feels unsurprising and unremarkable considering the summer I have had and what has happened. It feels like the natural conclusion of such events.

I guess on the bright side now I’ll have some inspiration for when I end up getting back to Happenstance. So at least some good will come out of this. Perhaps I wrote Shepard in the most recent chapter as being too willing to go deep, when I am now recalling that mostly you are just upset and afraid and searching for a solution. Not that I would classify anything I’ve done these past few days as being more than chicken scratches, but still the point stands and that is helpful to my process.

Anyway, here’s the rest of the update. My sweets arrived right on time and were very nice. I had the cannoli right away and really enjoyed it, and just now had the macaron to tide me over until dinner since I guess my mom for some reason wants to include me? No clue why. But so I needed a little something. I have other light snacks if I need something else. All that is left is the cheesecake now, and I kind of want to save that for tomorrow. I’m sure it will still be good tomorrow, right?

Also I guess I should probably be putting my self harm diary entries on my mental illness blog. I don’t care about naming it here. It’s @borderline-reorder and I post much the same diary bullshit.

I guess I’ll do that so I’m not triggering anyone here. I would feel awful if someone saw it and relapsed. It’s just that I don’t have anyone to talk to and I need somewhere to vent, you know?

I guess I’ll reblog this on my mental illness blog and start putting my more triggering stuff there.

I don’t want to see my mom tonight. I was waiting for a package delivery to the old place and I was just going to sneak in and out and grab things and no one would know I was there and I was going to be invisible so that I don’t have to listen to another rant about how much she hates everything but can’t (or won’t imo) do anything to change anything. It was going to be great.

But then she texted me saying that she wants to include me in dinner plans? And is being nice and saying that I don’t have to go with them, they’ll bring something back for me? I don’t get it. And then she kept going and said she could pick me up and we could get sodas and my packages all in one go and it would be great okay see you then. So I guess I was voluntold for this and now I don’t have a choice. Sigh. At least it’ll be fast. I hope it’s fast. I don’t have the energy to stand up to her today.

So yeah. I’m just kind of waiting for that to all happen to me. I did download some new games today that I’m hoping to play tonight. I’m in the living room now but last I was in the office maybe 10 min ago the first one had 20 min left. Crime scene cleaner! It looked funny and relaxing enough. I intend to play that one tonight.

I know I need to get serious about my sleep schedule otherwise I am fucked come my 9am class on Monday, but I am actually having a decent enough evening after hurting myself and thus fixing things this afternoon, and I kind of want to enjoy it. It’s Friday. I might as well. I say that now but I’ll be pissed in the morning when I inevitably sleep through the alarm I’ve been setting to try and get on track. I even looked today to see if any of the classes late in the day were open and none of them were. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll drop it and take it as a summer class. That way I have something to do in the summer to avoid being depressed, less school stress while I adjust to Boo’s health issues, and I can slowly fix my sleep schedule as an ongoing process. That’s probably the smartest way to go about it. Mom is helping with what my loans didn’t cover (about 1k, mostly from this class) so I’ll have to run it by her. I guess I’ll do that tonight and make a decision tonight. Drop or stay drop or stay. I want to drop.

Actually, fuck it. I’m just going to drop it. I can focus more on my major and minor classes that way, mom saves money, and my sleep (which is fucked ever since Boo was diagnosed) can slowly return to normal instead of rush and stress. I’ll take it as a summer class.

[fake-love-is-all-i-dreamed-of]

fuck my ex

He did it. My ex brought me back to tumblr. Dang, it's been a while... like over 10 years since the young, hippie-wannabe, angsty teen was making blogs about doing drugs from the earth and sharing psychedelic aesthetic posts. It's nice to be back, in a place where no one knows who I am and I can speak my mind. Journalling is fun and all... but typing it out just feels like you're empowered.

Over the last year, I dated the dumbest person I have ever dated... and that's saying a lot, as my track record is pretty rough. I met him somewhere I shouldn't have been dating anyone, and from there, things moved quickly. He moved in within a few months, if not a few weeks, and we were full fledged in a relationship neither of us were ready for.

I mean jesus christ, the man almost has more kids than fingers and a criminal record but somehow I was so desperate for love I couldn't resist. I'm not fully salty about the situation, I've learned a lot.... but recently, I let him back in.

It had been three months since he left, and we were going on a month of no contact. He owed me $20 that he was holding over my head for months and refused to give back... I let it go eventually (it was more the principle than the amount I was worried about... as well as I'm pretty sure it was some sick way for me to keep talking to him.. I'm now seeing). I finally started to feel better and was being more conscious of the lessons as opposed to my loneliness. Then bam, he calls me out of the blue one night when I'm out drinking with a friend. I'm still not sure how he can call me when I have him blocked, but he says "that's the good thing about having a blocked number". Didn't know you could do that. I guess I was more lonely than I thought at that moment, because little did I know... he'd successfully reel me back in despite all he's done to me, I let the bastard back in.

Over the next few days we may have chatted a few times, can't remember. He then told me he was moving away for work and wanted to stay at my house for a night while he waited for his flight. I said absolutely not, we went no contact for a few more weeks.

Then, all of a sudden I get a call that awakens me at 8am on a Saturday. He's on the way into the city and is going to be staying overnight at the airport for 24 hours to wait for his flight. Again, I must have been extra lonely, because I slept for a few more hours and then went and got his ass. On my way there he sent me my $20 back, saying nothing. I was like wow, he really wants something from me lol. He said he didn't want to stay the night, but I practically begged him. We had a decent day, went to the beach, had something to eat. He was still unable to talk about what happened that caused our breakup and how he treated me the three months after, which is something I want badly but he's honestly just not intelligent enough to have a conversation like that (red flag #50,000)... so I just allowed the time spent to be what it was. He was leaving for 5 weeks to work out of the Province, so what the fuck is the difference... it's just a day, right? Throughout our day and night he made multiple mentions of him coming back to my place every 5 weeks and staying. I actually considered it.

Fast forward to the last two weeks, he's been out of Province and calling me daily for the most part. I noticed he still has some concerning people on his social media that I asked him to remove, so deep down I know nothing's changed and I also know I don't want to associate with someone of his patheticness - but, loneliness sucks so I keep him on a little string chatting here and there just to feel something.

He then starts asking me for money again. He went out of Province to work with $0 and apparently has no food, or smokes. I've had no extra money so kept telling him that's why I couldn't send, but he knew my pay period and tonight asked me again. This time, I said honestly I'm not comfortable with loaning you any money because I work really hard for it and the last time you didn't give it back for 3 months. Well... all hell broke loose, and he started saying "fuck you, get the fuck out of my life"... totally freaking out like a child. I then made a few digs at him, basically just insulting his intelligence and character because it's clear the only reason he keeps talking to me is so that he knows he can have me on standby if he needs something.

He then started saying that the reason he did what he did (cheated, lied, scammed me, etc.) is because of me, lmfao. That's when I'm like ok brother you're actually fucked. I blocked his number and he started calling me, leaving me voicemails saying I'm a piece of shit and telling me to clean my house because it's the only thing he can say to me - I'm not a disgusting human being like him, so there isn't much to say to me. I know I did nothing wrong and I've always been good to his grimy ass, so I have nothing to worry about.

He called me a few times, left two mean voicemails that I didn't even listen to, just deleted - and now we wait. Now we see if he emails me or tries to contact me from another method - or, will he finally give up and leave me alone?

I am hoping that I am fully done at this point - I mean, he's never done this before but tonight he called me a piece of shit and some other mean things - so I think I'm good, as I don't tolerate that no matter how mad you are. I've been talking to other guys basically the entire time he's been gone, just nothing serious has come out of anything. It's not like he's my only option, familiarity just hits ya in the face sometimes.

At the end of the day, what saddens me is that he is a product of his environment and I am unsure if he has the intelligence to ever break that mould. Being with me gave him a view of life he had never seen before, coming from where he comes from. I don't come from much, but, I do come from a place of intelligence and life knowledge - which is something he just doesn't have. I hope that he can someday lead a good life, but that's just not my business anymore and I hope to keep it that way.

So just like when I got sober from coke some 7-8 years ago, here is day 1 of no contact. I hope to reach 10, 20, 50, 100 days. If I don't, I'll start again - but he has no place in my life and I can't forget that.

[duckuwu]

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#a league of their own - 129 posts

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#critical role - 109 posts

#motherland fort salem - 95 posts

#a league of their own spoilers - 87 posts

#batwoman - 85 posts

#vines - 69 posts

#criminal duck minds - 64 posts

#queued for your pleasure - 55 posts

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#it's such a complex issue because you know none of these people (including martha) would ever willingly choose to have not known the doctor

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I, uh, I'm too in love with the concept of long game slow burn Imogen/Laudna to even enjoy Dusk asking Laudna out tonight.

I don't know if it's purely because I just hate love triangles, or if I'm against it because we know that Dusk has a hidden agenda and their niceness is just a front.

As a multishipper, I'm leaning towards it mostly being the second one. I know it's partially Erika having some fun, which I'm not really against. But idk...

I'm glad Laudna left. Not only cause it was directly choosing Imogen (because Imogen is all she really cares about), but also like... I already wasn't liking the whole notion of Laudna potentially being interested in something romantic with Dusk only to inevitably find out that they've had an agenda this whole time. Dusk's inevitable betrayal was already enough for me to place a Do Not Ship this label on the relationship, but then you've got Laudna saying she's never been asked out before...

...and all my protective instincts just took over. I absolutely do not want Laudna being taken advantage of. And that's what Dusk would be doing at this point.

Listen, as a storyteller, I absolutely understand how this sort of betrayal could bring about a whole bunch of interesting narrative paths. And I'm sure it was more of a throwaway line for Laudna/Marisha, and again I know it's all a bit of fun for Erika and potentially a genuine (somewhat fun times) interest for Dusk. But given the context of what we've been given wrt Dusk, and now Laudna... it's coming really close to the first time CR has ever made me feel uncomfortable/unsafe in terms of storytelling. I've come to cr knowing I could trust that certain things just won't happen in game...

...but boy howdy Dusk taking advantage of an innocent and inexperienced Laudna is absolutely not a thing I want to have happen / watch.

((again, I know it was mostly just having fun and throwing chaos into the mix, and that Erika probably wasn't really thinking in terms of anything THAT nefarious. but wow. That got so uncomfortable and unfun super fast for me.))

I sorta wish we got to have that sort of a moment between them PRIOR to learning that Dusk is not a friend. Because seeing the kinda adorable, and innocent seeming, Dusk asking Laudna out probably would've been really cute and fun to enjoy. But context is everything.

15 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

#4

I just wanted to say that I'm grateful for all of you I get to interact with on a fairly regular basis, mutuals or not. Seeing your urls still around just makes me happy.

I also really miss the folks who aren't around anymore. (I mean, I'm happy for them having lives elsewhere, I'm believing they're happy.) I just miss seeing them around and getting to interact with them.

I know the internet can seem weird and fickle, especially in this weird hellscape, but y'all do matter. you are loved. You are my friends.

15 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#3

This trailer is 🔥🔥🔥

20 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#2

Criminal Minds | Season 3 Blooper Reel Clip

AJ Cook & Paget Brewster

Some folks were asking for the clip I made this gifset from, so here you go babes.

Transcription beneath the cut.

[sound of crying kid in background]

JJ: We're here to walk you through this.

Offscreen actor (with attitude / sarcasm): You're gonna walk us through this? Could you run us through this please?

Emily: [indecipherable]

JJ/AJ: Not if you're going to be an [bleeped out: asshole] like that, I can't.

[cast and crew in background laugh. paget laughs. then up close crew yell CUT]

25 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Y'all I just wanna talk about this official poster for A League of Their Own for a second. I won't go too deep with it, but there's a HUGE thing that was done with this poster that you just don't see normally in marketing.

The Black people/characters are front and center.

That's just something that rarely happens traditionally (and it sucks). But here we have the two leads as the large and prominent focus, but Max is in front of Carson. Usually, when things are marketed like this, the white (or white passing / lighter skinned) person is put in the front. (I'm not going into the why of that rn, just one of those 'racism built into a profession that you might not question until you're like 'thats fucked up' situations you can look up.)

They took great care in making this promotional graphic. It was important to them that people knew that Max's storyline was as important (if not more) as Carson's. There's a balance and equality implied in this graphic. An emphasis on: this is the heart of the story we're telling. And that's just really cool 'cause that usually never happens, usually if there's a single white person in a show/movie/whatever they somehow always end up being propped up in front of everyone. But not here. And ugh even the little detail of the highlight around Clance and Greta being blue, which ties into Max (making sure your eye is drawn to Max first) is fantastic. They could've easily gone w red, to draw your eye more to Carson, but they didn't.

My graphic design nerd heart is so full. They truly took the time to think about things and get them right and I love it.

320 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

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[fezco-youphoria]

Hold Up

a/n: my blog was not showing up in the search for the past couple of days. i hope its working now...

summary: Tensions rise when Laurie’s men show up at the convenience store unannounced, looking for a payout.

word count: 1.2k

pairing: Fezco x reader

It’s almost closing time at the convenience store. You, Fez and Ash have been working there all day. The place is pretty quiet now, you haven’t had a customer for the last thirty minutes. You sit on the counter by the entrance scrolling through your phone while Fez is seated by the cash register. At this point, you’re just running out the clock until closing.

“So I was thinking we could order pizza for dinner tonight,” you suggest.

“Word,” Fez nods.

“Get extra pepperoni this time!” you hear Ash shout from the back room.

“Will do!” you reply.

Suddenly a car pulls up right next to the entrance. Two men get out of the car and walk into the store.

Fez’s entire body goes rigid. He instantly recognizes the men. They’re two of Laurie’s guys - Bruce and Bruce Jr. Shit! What the fuck are they doing here? Fez and Ash weren’t supposed go visit Laurie until the end of the month.

Fez and his brother exchange a knowing look. Fez nods to Ash, signaling for him to be ready in case any shit goes down. Then Fez glances back toward you. Your eyes are still glued to your phone. You have no idea who just walked in.

“Hey, baby, you’ve been working all day. You should go take a break,” Fez tries. He doesn’t want you involved in any of this shit.

“Huh?” you look up from your phone, confused.

The first thing you notice is how hypervigilant Fez is. Although he’s trying to hide it, he looks tense and stressed out. Then you see two scary looking dudes have entered the store. You don’t know them but something tells you that Fez does.

“Okay,” you quietly nod.

You try to get off the counter but Bruce Jr swiftly puts his arm out, blocking your way. You freeze, gasping at how sudden the guy’s movement was. Fez jumps to his feet.

“Nah. She good where she is.”

With Bruce Jr’s arm out in front of you, you peak down and can clearly see a gun in his waistband. Fez spots it too. Then you and your boyfriend lock eyes. He subtly nods for you to stay put. You lean back against the glass window and remain seated on the counter.

“Yo, what the fuck? You know you can’t just roll into my store like this,” Fez shrugs.

“Last time I checked you’re not my fuckin’ boss. That’s Laurie. And she wants half of what you owe her right fuckin’ now,” Bruce aggressively tells Fez.

He almost gets into Fez’s face but Fez doesn’t flinch. Your boyfriend knows all too well that if he makes just one wrong move, this could turn violent very fast. He can’t let anything happen to you or Ash. He’s just trying his best to keep cool and avoid escalating anything.

“Yo chill! The money’s in the back with Ash. We can talk more there,” Fez says.

Fez opens the fridge door that leads to the backroom. Bruce walks through it. Fez looks to Bruce Jr, nodding for him to come over.

“I’m good. I’mma stay here with your girl,” Bruce Jr announces.

Fez shakes his head.

“Nah man. That not gonna happen,” he tensely replies.

“You got a fuckin' problem?” Bruce Jr asks. He rests his hand on his gun, readying himself to pull it out of his waistband.

You nervously bite the bottom of your lip. You don’t want to be left alone with this guy but it might be the only way for you, Fez and Ash to make it out of his situation unharmed.

“It’s okay, Fez! I’ll be okay…” you try to convince him and yourself.

“C’mon. She’ll be fuckin’ fine with BJ. Let’s go,” Bruce insists.

Fez shrugs. He knows this is a fight he’s not gonna win. He reluctantly nods.

“Be back in a minute,” your boyfriend reassures you.

You and Fez exchange one last look before he walks through the fridge door and takes Bruce to the backroom.

Once it’s just you and Bruce Jr, you cross your arms protectively against your chest. You stay off your phone so you can keep your eyes on the armed stranger.

“Yo! Where the chips at?” Bruce Jr asks.

“Over there,” you point down the aisle.

“Get up and show me,” he tells you.

Your eyes widen. This guy has a gun and he scares you, you’re too afraid to move. After a beat, Bruce Jr grabs your arm and forcefully pulls you off the counter.

“Hey!” you protest.

He shoves you down the aisle.

“Now fuckin’ show me where the chips at,” he repeats.

You take a deep breath and nervously nod. You take a few steps forward as Bruce Jr follows closely behind. You stop when you reach the chips section.

“They’re here,” you say quietly.

“See, that ain’t so hard,” he shrugs.

Bruce Jr leans forward to grab a bag of chips. He’s so close to you that he’s basically cornering you into the shelf. You squeeze your eyes shut when he starts breathing down your neck. You’re so anxious that your stomach is churning.

Fez and Bruce step back out into the store through the fridge door. Their business is done. Fez immediately notices that you’re no longer sitting on the counter. His heart drops. Panicked, he scans the security mirrors. You’re in the aisle and Bruce Jr is standing uncomfortably close to you. You look scared. Fez’s blood starts to boil.

“Yo hold up! What the fuck, man?”

Fez rushes to the aisle. You let out a sigh of relief when you see him.

“Get away from my girl!”

Your boyfriend moves toward you when Bruce Jr abruptly pulls his gun out of his waistband. He points it at Fez, causing him to stop dead in his tracks.

“Whoa there, pretty boy. I’ll fold yo’ shit right here,” Bruce Jr threatens Fez.

“No!” you gasp.

Fez coldly stares down Bruce Jr, trying to figure out his next move. It’s so tense and quiet, you can hear a pin drop. And then-

Bruce arrives at the aisle, standing next to Fez. When he sees Bruce Jr with the gun, he rolls his eyes. He almost looks annoyed.

“Yo, BJ, put the fuckin' gun down! It’s time to go,” Bruce says impatiently before walking out of the store.

Bruce Jr snickers and puts the gun down. He roughly grabs your wrist and pushes you toward Fez, before following Bruce out of the store.

Your boyfriend catches you in his arms.

“You okay?” Fez asks with concern.

“Yeah. Are you okay?”

Fez nods. He looks back and sees Bruce and Bruce Jr get into their car. They start to drive off and Fez goes outside to watch them go. He wants to make sure they’re gone for good.

“Fezco…” you call out your boyfriend's name, trying to get his attention. You step outside to join him.

As soon as the car is no longer in view, Fez turns around and pulls you into a big hug.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he apologizes.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re okay,” you nuzzle your head into his neck.

“Let’s go home.”